[itadodori]

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[rissouu]

LOOK UP AND YOU'LL SEE ME, I’LL BE AROUND

frat!geto often loses control over his body, especially when it came to you.

⚚ sometimes, it was hard to believe the man he’d become in so little time. from the very moment he skipped class one day, and ended up at his favorite cafe—where he met you. the clumsy new hire, a little awkward, a little scattered, but smiling like you had every reason to be there.

geto was never much of a smiler anymore, but he couldn’t stand to not throw you a simple one back. the regular drink that he’d been getting for the past two years tasted so different when you were the one preparing it.

he thought he was going insane, but it was definitely way tastier knowing your hands were on it. part of him wouldn’t even mind if you spat in the liquid, or maybe a drop of sweat, strand of hair, just anything.

one time he ordered twice the amount he usually did, and finished it all in under five minutes. you remember watching him from the counter in awe— feeling so flattered that your skills were actually enjoyed. the man never left you without a tip, a hefty one at that. always twenty dollar bills or above. you deserved it, he’d say.

“ah well look who it is!” the bell on the entrance dinged loudly, signaling your attention. when you looked up you couldn’t be happier with the sight. “took you long enough, geto. i was starting to think you found a new cafe? not good enough for you anymore huh?”

geto was strolling in with a shiny grin, if any of his frat brothers were to see him now, they probably wouldn’t recognize him. only you could make him this way— ruin him like this. he was supposed to despise any and everything, so why wasn’t that the case with you? what the hell were you doing to him.

“tch. so you’ve got jokes now?” his dark locks swayed as he sat at the stool-top directly facing your counter. he then licked his lips, revealing his newest piercing— frog eyes, that sat on his tongue. “don’t say that again. y’know no one can compare to you- i mean, your coffee..”

you threw him a small smile, choosing not to tease him this time. something about him was different, and it was making you feel different. you’d always found the man attractive but now everything felt heightened. “im glad to hear it. guessing you want your usual right about now?”

geto looked at you for a moment, so intense that it felt like he’d been studying your soul, then shook his head. he actually didn’t want that at all.

“honestly nah. i came here because.. well i wanted- uh. you ever been to a party before?” he stopped cursing himself for stuttering long ago. it happened at least once or twice anytime he spoke to you, so he embraced it now.

you thought for a moment. “hmm not any good ones. but i do enjoy time out, why?”

based on the way his beautiful face lit up, you must’ve given an answer he liked. his eyes never left your soft ones and he leaned over the counter to get just a tad bit closer, then he started pleading..

“come to my frat’s party tonight pleasee. i’ll pick you up and stay with you the whole night, i swear,” he paused for a minute, and then the begging proceeded. “just don’t say no, please? i wanna be around you.. without this damn counter in the way.”

if you declined he probably drown himself in coffee beans, like right now, because he’d already told that fuck toji. and if you were a no show, he wouldn’t ever hear the end of it.

you on the other hand, tried to push down butterflies, and stop heat from reaching your cheeks. “do.. do you really want that? because id be happy to-”

“yes! hell yes, you won’t regret it alright? just gimme a chance.”

and when your number one customer pulled up to your loft, almost tripping over his feet to open the door, you couldn’t help but giggle.

almost two hours into the party, you didn’t regret it— well maybe a little, because of what transpired after you met geto’s frat brothers. a certain scarred lip one in particular. everything was going soo good at first, but then he made the mistake of introducing you to toji.

the bastard’s thirsty eyes lingered on you in ways geto couldn’t fucking stand, he tried to ignore it at first— truly.

he had no problem with being the bigger person, but when those filthy hands ‘accidentally’ brushed against your thigh… all bets were off. it was like you blinked and the man was pouncing on him, fists connecting loud enough for the whole crowd to hear.

thankfully gojo was there to separate the two, but that didn’t change what had already happened. you practically yanked geto back to the car, visibly upset with his display of violence.

he hated how you were looking at him. “listen.. im sorry. okay?” you wouldn’t face him so he gripped your jaw and forced you to. one look at his knuckles had you wincing, they were a puffy red and dried with blood. “im really sorry. he was staring at your chest and shit, getting way too fuckin’ close. then i just lost it. but i shouldn’t have, not in front of you.”

you gently ran your hand over his bruised knuckles, caressing it with care as you stared at him. “yes, you shouldn’t have. look what you did to yourself, you see? i don’t like that you’re hurt.”

your whispers made his heart flutter in ways he never thought possible, then you went and brought his hand to your lips, kissing his scars softly. he couldn’t hold the whimper rising from his throat, or the aching sensation that was in his sweats, and rising each time he looked at you. “promise ill be good next time. ill do anything for you..”

“you better.” you were licking his blood now, swirling your tongue back and forth as you clenched your thighs. “mhmm you’ll do anything? because there’s only one thing that can cheer me up, right now..”

he mindlessly nodded, too far gone in the feel of your tongue grazing his sore skin. you hummed before sliding your skirt down, spreading your legs wide enough for him to enjoy the beautiful sight.

but his eyes darkened when he realized. “you weren’t wearing any panties? why?” your hands gripped at his sweats, quickly pulling it off along with his boxers that hid what you were currently craving.

“shh baby i was, but i slipped them off. they got too wet when i saw you fighting for me,”

one look at his throbbing length had you shivering in the leather seat, not wanting to wait any longer. how could you when you’ve wanted him from the moment he walked into your cafe?

when you straddled his waist, the natural heat of your soaking cunt hitting his tip, he pulled your hips. “nuh uh, need to taste you first. wanna taste you, please please-”

you cut him off swiftly, slamming your lips against his before you sank down on him gently. his fat tip stretched your tiny hole, and your walls fluttered as they tried to push him out.

geto grunted against the kiss, rough hands immediately locking around your waist as he pushed you down further. your mouth fell open when you felt every inch of him filling you, and his lips trailed bites all over your neck.

“y..you don’t get to taste me. you’ve been so bad, fighting and hurting your hands like that, mmm.” you started slowly bouncing with every word you spoke, causing his nails to dig into your waist.

you’d definitely have marks lasting for weeks, but neither of you cared. “fuckkkk mommy, i’ll be good for you- i swear. please lemme taste.” geto was full on whimpering, swiping his fingers against your clit, collecting all your juice.

he put them up to his nose, giving it a good sniff before sucking the slimy substance. the taste of you sent him into a bliss, he couldn’t get enough.

“hmph. i said you don’t get to taste, ughh you’re sooo big baby..” your hips moved on their own and he sloppily gave you deep strokes from beneath, his tip kissing your cervix. “im yours. n..no one else is having me like this. only youu, so don’t fight.”

his eyes were low as he throbbed inside of you, ready to burst any second now, and your words didn’t make it better. “y-yeah i know they’re not. i’d fuckin’ kill them- shittt don’t do that.”

you gripped his neck soft but firmly, fresh nails poking him ever so slightly. and your hips shifted in circles as he reached deeper inside you, your free hand pulling at his beautiful long hair. “bad boy sugu. y..you’re supposed to be good, you still haven’t learned?”

“im sorry mama- ‘m cumming.. gonna cum s’much for you.. fill this sweet pussy up. just me, all mineee.” he locked both of his arms around your waist tightly, trapping you down on him as his length twitched inside you.

“yesss yes ugh! wan’ it all in me daddy, now noww. need you to stuff me.”

he whimpered in your ear as he filled you properly, stuffing his fat load deeper because he didn’t want to see a drop wasted. you threw your head back, your eager cunt milking him dry, and small whines falling from your lips as you coated his dick in white cream.

you both watched your mess unfold with hazy eyes, and it wasn’t long before he was leaving more marks on your soft skin, ones that everyone would see. just like he wanted from the start.

“can we go again princess? please? need to make sure it takes. want you round and filled with my kids, cause you’re never leaving me.”

you wondered when you acquired the skill to make a once hateful frat!boy fall in love with you? but you weren’t complaining in the slightest—because you were exactly where you wanted to be.

©rissouu 2026

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[rissouu]

FOR WHAT ITS WORTH, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE SHOW!

🐆🍒𝖘. ynopsis: your roommate- (nerd!gojo) always hated when you invited his best friend- (frat!geto) over. you two loved teaming up to purposely frustrate the poor guy, and he finally settled on a punishment.

warnings: dark content (in a way), straight into the freakiness, mentions of smoking-edibles, a little angst, mean!gojo (u guys rage bait him), playful bullying (it’s out of love), gojo is bipolar, brat!reader, spanking, p in v, masturbation, slapping, choking, unprotected sex, pussy whipped gojo, virgin!gojo, slight jealousy, geto is an asshole, corruption kink, creampies, hard biting/marking, dry humping, daddy/mommy kink, use of pet names, spit in mouth, toe sucking (grow up ok), recording, and etc. you’ve been warned!

wc: 5.4k words.

mommy’s note: bc kiss land by the weeknd is so goated. this is really slutty btw.. their personalities are kinda switched in this.. but it’s still peak trust. expect one or two typos.. ‘swag’ banner by me also i do not own the fan art— the owner’s watermark is on the picture (yuna2678_)!! i highly recommend searching, they’re a great artist. anywaysss i won’t yap much i hope u guys enjoy lmao <3

Gojo tried his best to drown out the loudness booming from your room, just like he tried to ignore the music which you literally connected to a bass speaker as soon as he fell asleep. Who the hell uses a bass speaker at 1 am in the morning? And when there wasn’t even any party here for fucks sake.

It actually sounded like you had it facing right towards his door, waiting for him to scream at you, so you could laugh in his face and turn it up. Because that’s the type of roommate you were— he asks you politely not to do something and you’ll do a complete 360, like a self conceited brat.

Sometimes he swore you were a demon put in his life to make it an actual living hell. Did he piss someone off so bad in one of his past lives that they cursed him with being your roommate? That was the only conclusion he could come to.. because he’d honestly been the perfect roomy to you.

Gojo always respected your space, cleaned up after himself and you, the guy even cooked dinner for you every night cause if he didn’t you’d probably never eat shit.

It was like living with a 20 year old toddler!

The more he thought about everything, the more pissed he became. Why should he have to keep tip toeing around his own home, just to spare your feelings? Especially when you never gave a single shit about his. Nah. Not happening.

In an instant he was out of bed and rushing to your door, running on complete adrenaline and thirty minutes of sleep— because a particular someone didn’t believe in letting him rest.

“Can you turn that down?” The laced attitude was apparent, and the way he banged on your door like a boulder was proof enough. His hand was mid knock when you yanked it open, giving him a look of disgust as if you had the right to be mad.

“No way you just interrupted my smoke time to say that..” you scoffed. Did he really have the audacity to bang on your door like that and question how loud your music was? Who the hell did he think he was! “It wasn’t even that loud? Just go back to sleep, it’s fine.”

He’d wanted to say he tried that already, and now the only thing he wanted to try was slamming your speaker out the window, but the man stayed composed. It was silent on his end for just a moment. Approaching this in the wrong way could mean weeks of even more petty tactics, and he was honestly growing sick of it.

Gojo finally mumbled, “I’m really not in the mood to argue with you, so just do it please.” He pushed his glasses up, staring at you for longer than you’d appreciated.

“I have finals tomorrow. Not that you care,” you grinned with a nod, because you really didn’t. “But if you be quiet, maybe I could do well and actually help you pass too, hm?” He was saying he would give you all the answers, without actually saying it.

You bit the inside of your cheek— hating the fact that he made a damn good point. You’d be stupid to not use the school’s #1 nerd to your own advantage, especially knowing how serious finals get.. last year almost everyone failed.

So you needed Gojo to pass tomorrow. Not for him, but for you. He’s like a walking answer sheet, one that you were determined to get your hands on.

“Hmph fine.” You looked away, internally upset that you had to bend to his wishes so quickly. “I’ll just turn it off. But Sugu’s coming over soon.. and y’know he won’t fold like I just did.”

Please no.

Normally, the mention of one’s best friend should not make them feel sick to their gut. But dealing with you and Geto?? Shit was damn near a mortal kombat match, one that was 1v2. He couldn’t stand you two’s obsession with pushing his buttons in hopes of a reaction.

The one time Gojo tried edibles, is a time he’ll never forget. He was only supposed to take one— but his agonizing, and insufferable childhood friend shoved way more than that into his mouth.

Geto wasn’t an asshole though. He’d taken two times the amount his friend did, as a testimony that if anything bad did happen— it’d happen to them both. They’d always been the if you do it, I do it, type anyways.

At the time Gojo wasn’t upset, he was actually on cloud nine that entire night. He always took accountability.. so he could admit that he truly did have a fucking blast. It may have even been one of the best nights in his life, but that was his decision to make!

Yet the kicker was really when Geto put invisible red dye in his shampoo— forcing the man to be a red head for an entire 8 months. A lot of people preferred the new look, claiming it fit him well and he should stick with it.. but that wasn’t the fucking point.

The point is his best friend wasn’t to be trusted, but he especially couldn’t be trusted if you were around.

“Dude, no. Hell no. Tell him to come tomorrow,” his tone let you know that was final, and for a minute you almost listened. But there was a slight glint in your eye. One like you’d wanted to test the waters..

Gojo pointed a hand out, the type that those disappointed parents give while they’re scolding. Then he put his head down to peer at you without his glasses in the way.

“I’m not kidding.. if I fail tomorrow, then we’re both fucked.”

You rolled your eyes at that. Because Gojo Satoru had never actually failed a day in his life, he was born with the best luck. Well— maybe up until he met you and Geto.

“Oh hush. You are not gonna fail!” Waving him off, you headed towards the front door. Those tiny shorts you always wore were riding up your thighs, giving him the best view of eternity. He wondered if you did that on purpose too.

The tired man was following behind you now, bumping into things on the way since he was still groggy due to loss of sleep, cough cough.

When your hand wrapped around the knob, he immediately straightened, all thoughts of sleep went out the window. “Don’t you open that door. No, back up! Tell him you’re sle-“

You gave him an amused side eye, sticking your tongue out before opening the door slowly. Just to irritate him more, you kept your eyes on him the whole time.

See.. he had hoped he was really still snoozed and this was all part of his dreaming state. Hoped that wasn’t his best friend standing outside his door with drinks in hand, and an annoyingly big smirk clouding all else.

He seriously hoped— but any good luck he had truly was stripped from him long ago.

“Ah? You don’t look too happy to see me,” Geto walked in like he owned the place, eyeing his best friend and then you. “And y’know I could hear you right? Rude ass,”

Gojo turned around, going straight to his room, because who the hell had time for this. He was determined to just ignore you both now, surely you guys would get sleepy too and knock out after him.

He ignored the sound of Geto calling for him, and your fast footsteps that were begging to catch up to his. But in the end you weren’t fast enough.

The white haired man slammed his door, then locked it, because he knew there were two psychos working together in this household. “You two do whatever, but leave me alone.” He spoke loud enough for transparency. “Wake me up and I won’t be nice about it. Seriously, don't start with me."

You guys stood outside his room door, thinking maybe he’d cave and open it. “Aw cmon I just got here! What did she do? What did you do?”

“Excuse you?! I didn’t do shit, he’s butthurt over some old speaker..”

It wasn’t long before the man drowned the two bickering voices out, falling into a heap of slumber which he’d literally been fighting for.

Finally some peace and quiet.

—

Geto told you it wasn’t a good idea, even though it was his idea, he told you it was a bad one. But you didn’t let him back out. Not after he’d already mentioned it and you guys went through all that trouble of preparing.

The plan was to recreate those funny Instagram reels, the ones where the group of friends pour ice cold water on that one unfortunate soul who was sleeping.

Your job was to pick his lock, since you had the most experience in that department anyway. You were also the camera girl.. because Geto swore this would be viral worthy, and he wouldn’t let it go untaped.

For some reason a bad feeling washed over you too. The same one Geto had gotten when he wanted to scrap the plan.. those words Gojo spat before he went to bed echoed in your head, he didn’t seem his typical self at all. Usually he’d let you guys do as you pleased, even if it meant dancing around his last damn nerve or making him a target, but this time…

You could only imagine what he'd do after this evil shenanigan.

“Ok wait wait, it was on photo mode!” Geto held the bucket of ice water while you tried to find the perfect angle for what was about to set off. He glanced at you, waiting for your signal before making any moves.

He huffed at how long you took. Part of him almost thought to just splash it on you instead, “Well any day now, sunshine? He might wake up with how long you’re taking,”

“Oh you shut your mouth water boy!”

After just a few moments, when you finally had it set up, you put a hand in the air to count down from three. The camera was high angled— revealing Gojo’s sleeping frame that looked so peaceful, which they were about to absolutely destroy.

“1… 2…. 3… pour it, hurry hurry!”

Geto gave the camera a sneering grin before wasting the bucket filled with cold water all over his friends face, sending the once sleeping body into a state of confusion and shock.

He bounced up from his bed quicker than you could blink, grunting as he tried to come to terms of what the hell had happened to him. He went from exquisite sleep to underlying turmoil, how?

When Gojo spotted the flashing phone in your hand, and the big ass bucket that was in Geto’s, he nearly fucking lost it. The fact that you two scattered in laughter didn’t make it any better. It actually made him want to wipe those smiles off your face his damn self.

“Ha holy shit! That was gold right there, you should’ve saw your face, bro.” Geto was still laughing, as if anything about this was funny. You were the only one who actually caught onto the shift— how his blue orbs glared with resentment and rage.

When Geto did notice his best friend’s frame that was nearly shaking with fury, he didn’t really think it was as funny anymore. “Damn he’s suuuper mad..”

The room fell silent. All that echoed were Gojo’s heavy grunts, along with the dark chuckle that soon escaped his now moist lips. He shook his white locks which were freaking soaked, in an attempt to stop the dripping. Not that it would be enough since you guys absolutely drenched him.

“So..” he started off, standing there freezing going off of only 2 hours of sleep. At least it was better than the 30 minutes you originally gave him, he was tempted to find a bright side in this but he just.. couldn’t. “I ask you guys- no, beg you guys, to leave me alone for just a few hours.. and you do this?”

The way his death stare had enough power to have you both shaking in your boots, showed that this wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru to screw with.

He was tired, cold, and extremely fucking annoyed.

“Well.. it was Sugu’s idea.” You threw your hands up in defense, pointing at the man who was now giving you a glare of his own. Yes, you were willing to rat out your teammate if it meant saving your own ass. “I was gonna let you sleep honestly! I need those answers too, y’know.”

Gojo raised his hand in a quick gesture, basically telling you to shut up without the energy of saying it. “I don’t give a damn whose idea it was. I told both of you to fuck off, did I not?” You immediately shut your lips, then Geto realized it was his turn to talk his way out of this.

“Yo we’re sorry man, really-” His friend sounded the most sincere he’d ever heard him, but his blood was boiling too much to let this one slide like all the others.

He interrupted swiftly, not even thinking twice before his next words, “Suguru go wait in the fuckin’ kitchen. I don’t wanna see you ‘til I call for you.”

The black haired man looked like he wanted to say more, getting shut down by Gojo’s huge hand just like you did. He couldn’t tell you why he listened, but he did, and went straight into the kitchen like he was told.

Something about how he ordered the much bigger man around, had your stomach itching with butterflies. Who was this alter Gojo and where the had he been all this time?

Your eyes trailed over his body that was still dripping with water, now noticing he never even had a shirt on, the poor guy. He found it much more comfortable to sleep without them.

You’d be lying if you said the abs he’d clearly been forming weren’t doing something to you. And not to mention his v-line that was not only defined, but also covered in hair. The fact that it was preciously white like the hair on his head made it look even more beautiful.

You eyed him closely as he took a seat on his bed, running hands down his face in frustration, slicking his wet hair back.

His glasses were off too— revealing the beaming blue orbs that always hid behind them. What was this feeling, and when did your nerdy-loser roommate get so hot? You wondered why he made Geto leave, but still had you standing in front of him as if you weren’t the one recording his embarrassment.

Whatever the reason... you were surely about to find out.

“You. Come here, now.” When you looked up, he was already looking at you, and giving his lap this pat as if he wanted you to sit there. Your legs practically moved on their own, not stopping until you were directly in front of him.

Before you sat, there’s something you needed to say, a complaint you couldn’t help but make. Just how did Geto get to hide out in the kitchen, while you were left here dealing with the repercussions all alone? “No fair! It wasn’t even my idea, why should i be firs-”

Rough hands gripped at your waist— hard. He pulled you onto his lap faster than you could blink, you were starting to notice that he seriously lacked patience when he was sleepy.

Your legs straddled his waist and it was like a tiny piece of him had snapped back to reality, because his cheeks were tinted a shade of red, and not to mention his palms that immediately got sweaty— or his lip that was quivering because it was hard resisting the urge to cum on the spot.

“And what’d I tell you? Huh?” Your jaw was the next victim of his tight grip, and he yanked your head to face him. He swore he heard you whine.. but he may have been slightly delirious by now. “That I needed rest, riiight?”

When you didn’t answer him fast enough, his hold got just a bit tighter, forcing you to instinctively rock your hips in his lap. “Yes, but listen! You won’t let me tal-”

He shoved his thumb in your mouth, determined to shut you up once more. You were such a prissy little brat. He cursed himself for not doing this sooner, but regardless, all that sitting around and enabling your behavior was done for.

“I don’t wanna hear you talk, that’s the point.” his head tilted, fascinated with the thumb you were sucking in and out of those bratty lips.

He slipped a hand down your bottom, eager to pull off those shorts he’d been obsessed with since the day you moved in. “Don’t say shit else ‘til I say so, you hear me? Keep that pretty mouth shut for once.”

You nodded quickly, ignoring the globs of your drool that dripped on his chest. It wasn’t long before your body was flipped over, put in a position you forgot was even an option. Your sweet little roommate had you bent over his lap and laying flat against his thighs that were so freaking huge.

His hard work in the gym was really paying off and it made you sick.

The same ass that forever had him mesmerized was now in his face, wiggling from side to side in a way that made his mouth water. Your shorts were ripped off in an instant and thrown somewhere across the room.

The only thing left in his way was your red thong that had amazingly been swallowed by the thickness of your lower half.

But he ripped that off, too.

Though it was irrelevant because you couldn’t seem to care in the slightest. Not when he was this close— rough hands pulling you closer whenever you attempted to sneak away. The guy had hardly touched you yet you were drooling from both lips!

“This why you love pissin’ me the fuck off so much?” His calloused palm met your cheek swiftly, leaving a heavy sting to your ass. “Cause it gets this cute lil pussy wet? Could’ve just told me you wanted me, baby. I’ve beeeen yours.” He dragged the words out.

Your slick stained his sweats way more than you expected. With a small whine you arched a bit further, giving the white haired man a perfect view of the 5-course meal he’d devour later.

You still couldn’t fathom the fact he was spanking you, but you were even more shocked that you loved it so much.

“Toruu! Mm, I just need to say-” Of course, because why would you ever listen to instructions. The smack that followed was even harder than the last, and he slipped his glasses back on now. What part about shut your mouth did you not comprehend?

“Shut it.” His voice came out low as he opened his mouth wide, getting the weirdest urge to bite something, and then he did. Gojo couldn't explain exactly why his teeth were buried in your skin, and leaving harsh indents that would likely show for weeks.

“Maybe I’m still being too nice.. do I need to get a belt instead, angel?" He bit your ass a total of ten times. Five for each cheek, and he forced you to watch as he marked you throughly.

If you did dare to look away, a harsh tug to your hair would put you right back on track. You didn't realize you were crying until the salty tears mixed with your snot and entered your mouth.

Broken whines and pleas of nonsense filled the room, with an occasional smack whenever you tried to escape your fate. You were almost positive you two were louder than your stupid speaker that started it all.

Geto most definitely caught on by now. He was way too quiet, for way too long, and one thing he couldn't live without was entertainment. You got the feeling he probably had his ear pushed to the door, listening closely like the little fiend he was.

Well.. you were almost right.

The kitchen bored him out within the first 5 minutes, then he started hearing faint yelps get louder and.. that's how he ended up like this.

Peering through a crack in the door while using the huge wall he hid behind, and his best friend's distracted state as coverage. Fuck. You looked so far gone in a way that had him palming his crotch, then he peaked at Gojo who looked just the same.

The guy felt a hint of annoyance wash over him. He'd never admit it, but he might've felt a little left out, it was his plan after all. Why couldn’t he get the fun punishment too?

Looking at the marks Gojo left on your cheeks had him fuming, but turned on so much that he didn’t mind it. Oh what he would give to be the one spanking you right now, and showing his pal some essential frat-king sex tips.

But he fucked up.

His head slipped from the wall to the door, pushing it open with the weight of his temple… but it might as well have been slammed, with how quickly the room went silent. He stood there like he’d been caught red handed, and for a moment half considered making a run for it.

Gojo's attention snapped towards him with low blue eyes and a grin on his face that was everything but amusing. He looked downright psychotic. No way you guys pissed him off this bad?

He chuckled darkly, still soothing your skin that was bruised and sore from his previous punishment. You hadn’t stopped crying yet, or whining for that matter. Mostly you just missed his rough hands coming down on you, but anytime you tried to talk he popped you.

“I see neither of you listen to shit I say huh..” he laid you against the bed gently, as if you were fragile and he’d just broken you. “Get to the corner, Suguru. And if you move from there.. maybe you’ll be the next one getting spanked.”

In the blink of an eye, the older man was standing in the corner as told, his signature smirk booming more than ever. Now this was some true fucking entertainment.

Gold chains shimmered around his neck, and the same was happening with Gojo since they had matching jewelry. Your eyes scattered between the two men and you couldn’t help clenching your legs… why did they have to look so flawless.

“Pleasee ‘m sorry. It was all Sugu’s fault,” you pouted before spreading your legs to reveal a sight that had both their mouths foaming. “D..don’t be mad at me anymore. Just touch me again, please.”

Geto gave his friend a look like he’d wanted to have a turn with you, causing him to quickly send a terrifying glare back.

“You just stand there.. be glad I’m still letting you watch,” Gojo spat before crouching in front of you, and yanking you closer by your thighs. His breath tickled over your clit and you couldn’t help but shiver.

The look of hunger in his eyes made it no better, you almost came from just the sight of him. You noticed Geto who was eagerly slipping out of his jorts and revealing his throbbing dick for you to see.

These two would be the death of you.

“Pussy’s so damn perfect. You been hiding all this from me?” Your clit ached when he smacked it, but it was soon gone with one flick of his tongue. Then he started leaving small kisses and.. you lost it from there. “Answer me.”

Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, but not tighter than his hands that gripped the life out of your juicy thighs. He always wanted to cherish them.

“Nooo, wasn’t hiding. P..please use your mouth now!” You cried out, no longer caring about how loud you may have been. Gojo started babbling against your lips— the vibrations making your legs shake.

The nerd had never ate anyone out before, he never even watched porn before. You knew that because you always snuck in his room when he left for work, and lurked through his stuff, which possibly included search history.. so how was he this good?

Soft pants came from the corner Geto stood in, and you watched as he softly stroked his red tip that was leaking with pre-cum. He had to have been damn near 9 inches long, maybe a half.

Gojo didn’t like the attention you were sparing him, not when he was the one in between your legs, so he bit your drooling clit as soft as he could. “Nope don’t at him baby, just look at me.. keep looking here.”

He was speaking between licks and your eyes stayed glued to him the whole time. His head shook quickly, forcing his tongue to shake side from side and graze your hole.

With another flick of his perfectly sloppy tongue, you gripped onto his damp hair, pushing him closer into your cunt. “Won’t l..look at him.. ‘m cumming toru, s’much!”

It was like your words only made him get nastier, and then he was slipping his thumb into your hole before you could blink. The finger matched the fast pace of his tongue and it had you seeing stars.

“Let it out f’me princess.. you’re doing so good. Making me- slurrp, so proud.” Those words alone had your eyes rolling, and the pressure in your stomach released. Before you knew it, you were gushing out squirt all over him. “Mm fuck Toru!”

The smile on his face as he latched onto the source, slurping all your juices, showed this was exactly where he’d wanted to be. And Geto who was still in the corner, stopped holding back his grunts long ago.

Part of you wanted to peak at him, watch him stroke his cock to the sight of his best friend and some girl he lived with, who happened to be the prettiest thing alive.. but you knew better than to defy Gojo Satoru by now.

Especially if he was sleepy.

“Shittt you taste so good baby. Sooo good, need that again.” He was talking too fast for you to understand, but somehow still had your cunt fluttering. “You’re gonna do that again, ‘kay angel? Riight here.” He patted his crotch through fitted boxers.

You couldn’t tell if it was sweat dripping down his face, the water you guys had poured on him, or the squirt that he just forced out of you.

“Yess please. T..take these off.” Your pedicured foot grazed the waistband of his underwear, nearly making his nose bleed. You were listening for once, and said please?? That had his dick rising even higher than before.

“Aww look at you mama,” Gojo pushed your foot away, sliding his boxers off with ease as he revealed himself. Almost instantly you whined at the sight of him, and he swore he heard his best friend whining. “You asked so nicely for me, hm? Guess I can’t say no,”

That cheeky grin was all you could see before he slapped his tip on your clit, rubbing it gently down your soaking folds. Geto may have been skinny and long… but Gojo was long and thick.

Your cunt gushed at the thought of having something that big inside you. Never would it cross your mind that the world’s biggest nerd would have the world biggest dick to make up for it.

“Oh my gosh, wait.. just give me a sec-” he scoffed and stuffed his thumb in your mouth for the second time that night. When he slid into you slowly, despite the warm walls that tried to push him out, you were a goner. Any earlier complaint you had was out of sight and mind.

His free hand fell to your neck, grip getting firmer with each stroke of his hips. You wrapped around him so fucking perfectly. Almost like your pussy knew she belonged to him too, and that alone had him whimpering.

“Pretty pretty girl.. fuck. You’re so damn bratty, but so perfect- shitt.” The guy was losing his mind when your soft fingers pulled at his stomach hair. He nearly filled your greedy cunt right there. “Let me in b..baby, think I deserve it.”

Your mouth hung open as you felt every inch of him filling you, his soft words didn’t make it any better. He shifted his hand from your throat— to your thigh, as he caressed it gently and became fascinated with your gorgeous toes.

And even though he told you not to look at his best friend… he was just too pretty not to slip up at least once. You tried to sneak a quick glance, your teary eyes meeting his as he gripped his shaft tighter, sloppily moving up and down.

“Fuckkk, stop looking at me like that. All sexy and s..slutty- mm.” Geto gently whispered. It wasn’t long before milky white cream was leaking from his tip, and dripping all over the floor.

You gasped at the sight, biting into your lip as you watched him break. Completely forgetting about the other man in front of you, one who gave you specific orders.

A harsh pinch to your swollen nipple had you crying out, and you didn’t need to look at Gojo to know he was pissed, again. He pulled out of your tight little cunny, just to slam his length back in, taking the breath out of you.

“Oo..oh my gosh! ‘S too much Toru! I can’t-” your pleas fell on deaf ears, because he was too out of it by now. He took both of your feet and placed it on his chest, holding them there before taking a toe in between his lips.

“Don’t look at him again, yeah?” He glared at you, speaking through filled lips, “you can suck take it mommy, know you can. suck can’t she suck Sugu?”

The man in question couldn’t say one word without croaking, but looking at his friend he knew there was no getting out of this. “Ughh- y..yes Toru, she can.”

Your eyes were meeting the back of your head as you dazed out. His fat tip kissed your womb gently, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge.

Gojo threw his head back, covering his entire face with your feet now, and mumbling out praises that soon turned to begging. “C’monn princess, give it to me. Let daddy feel that pretty pussy cream..”

Your shaking fingers clawed at his shoulders when he put his entire weight on top of you, trying to reach deeper. A familiar pressure filled your abdomen and Gojo could tell, he used his thumbs to push down on your core, making it easier to release.

“Yes yes yes right there! ‘M gonna cum daddy pleasee, ‘m cumming!” He forced your head down to watch as your pussy sucked him in, coating his shaft in thick white cream. Geto had instinctively moved slightly closer— he wanted to smell you and see for himself how much of a mess you made.

The only reason his best friend didn’t catch him was because he was too busy grabbing his phone, going straight to the camera app, and pressing record. The flash was burning bright just as yours was minutes before.

He whimpered as he felt you wrapping around him tighter, forcing his warm load to coat your walls full. “Shittt yess- milk your d..dick just like that. ‘M not pulling out, gonna stuff you properly.. fuckk.”

The camera faced your fucked out face, getting your pretty face and pussy in 4K, he even zoomed in on your cunt that was still gripping him. “Look at her.. showing out for cameras. J..just like you.”

Geto wasn’t spared from the lens, either. The man panned the phone over toward his friend, zooming into his drooling face, then his throbbing length. Neither of you even cared about the flash in your face, if anything it made you both want more, more, more.

You hadn’t stopped whining yet, your slurred words fell off your tongue with ease, “can we go again p..please, felt so good. Pretty please daddyy, I’ll listen from now on.. I promise!”

Yeah, Gojo Satoru definitely wasn’t passing his finals tomorrow. But that’s okay.. because he would just have to punish you both twice as hard.

©RISSOUU 2026, all rights reserved <3

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[thatsallitchief]

The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe

[satoruined]

18+

"get a load of this guy."

that was utahime's line when she introduced you to satoru gojo: your upperclassman. your six-foot-three, walking headache in shades. seventeen-year-old you despised him on sight—and swore, with every fiber of your being, that you would never, under any circumstance, fall for him (despite his relentless attempts to woo you.)

it became something of a running joke: how you used to hate your future husband.

you gasp something meant to be his name, but it ends up a garbled moan as satoru swallows the sound with his mouth, hot tongue sliding past your teeth as his hips pivot forward, cock driving so deep you swear he's carving new space inside you. your vision strobes white. he's always been too big, but you stopped pretending to be a trooper ages ago. a triumphant noise slips from him as the base of him grinds against you, and you've never felt so utterly full, pleasure and pain conspire til you can't distinguish one from the other.

on his stupidly handsome face is that same cocky smile he wore the day you swore you'd never touch him. (though the rosy flush creeping over his cheeks now is... a nice touch to his normally wintry pale colouring, you'll admit.)

now he's spilling into you, warmth flooding pulse after pulse. your fingers curl tight in his snowy locks as he lavishes your neck with kisses, still catching his breath between each. shuddering as his hips grind, he forces you to hold him while he empties every last drop inside. and yes—he somehow manages to look beautiful doing it.

utahime was right.

you did get a load of this guy. multiple loads, actually. in the most literal sense possible. and if only you'd known how prophetic her words would be... well, maybe it would've saved satoru countless bouquets and suguru's schemes as wingman. but still, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[satoruined]

MDNI 18+

imagine being sukuna’s first fuck after over a millennia—ten centuries spent sealed in mummified digits without pussy has made him vindictive. he takes his time toying with you, not out of mercy but rather, curiosity—you’re a novelty to him. he’s fascinated by the juxtaposition of your delicate appearance and your… durability. huh. perhaps mortal women have evolved over the millennium. the king of curses is massive, first of all. that much is expected. not just in presence but also in scale: his hands span your ribs like a cage, sharp nails grazing the undersides of your breasts as he steadies you on his lap, impaled like a sacrificial offering. when uraume briefed you on your role in welcoming master sukuna’s return, this wasn’t even within the realm of what you’d imagined.

you, slick and shaking, stretched wide around the obscene girth of him—both of him—because of course he has two. a cruel cosmic joke, or a divine punishment: twin cocks, monstrously thick and veined, both flushed a lurid, vengeful pink at the tips, slicked from grinding against the seam of your slit. the stretch alone made your head spin; vision blurring white at the edges when he pressed the first one in, blunt head forcing your cunt to accommodate inch after excruciating inch. the second one teased lower, nestling into the slick space between your asscheeks before you could even process the first. then he fucked you open in tandem—your cunt gripping down in resistance, your other hole yielding slow, trembling around him as he filled you wholly and completely. now, you feel everything: the ridged texture of his twin cocks grinding against your velveteen walls in stereo, the blunt tips stroking every nerve that’s ever existed in you.

and when he moves, it’s with the smooth confidence of a god rediscovering pleasure. both lengths move out of sync at first, jarringly uncomfortable—then he settles on a rhythm, hips snapping into yours until the lewd slap of skin echoes like war drums in the hollow darkness.

“centuries,” sukuna purrs, amused. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited to feel the warmth and softness of a woman.” his lips curl into something that might be a smirk, might be the prelude to something far more odious.

“tell me, woman. what’s your name again?”

[rissouu]

“y’think this shits a game? goin’ on dates with gojo. fuckin’. satoru.” sukuna growled as his thumb roughly flicked your clit, pushing the sensitive bud back and forth. your thighs were caught in his hands, and his cold glare let you know he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

he shoved his thumb into your mouth, making you taste your own juices as he looked at you. “must’ve forgot who this pretty pussy belongs to huh? lemme remind you brat.”

his strokes only got faster as he leaned down to your ear, angrily whispering while you were on the brink of tears—he was fucking you speechless. “do that shit again and next time ill fuckin’ kill him.”

you gasped, feeling that familiar knot forming in your stomach. his words went straight to your core as your poor pussy clenched rapidly. “mm fuck k..kuna! gonna make me cum..”

the man in front of you chuckled lowly as your cunt sucked him in, silently begging for a release. and when he pushed down on your lower stomach, you finally lost it.

“ohmygosh baby please, ‘s too much.” your hand pushed at his stomach as you felt your second orgasm creeping up, but he was quick to smack it away.

he left a small kiss on your feet as he went from pinning your thighs to now pinning your hands. “nahh none of that. don’t try to run now princess, you can give me one more right?”

you soflty whined as his fat tip brushed against your cervix, your tight walls welcoming him more as his words got to you.

“gonna give you my load.. finally knock you the fuck up like we been talkin’ about. you’re not going any fuckin’ where mama.”

©rissouu 2025 (bye why did i nut writing this, anyways thank weed and music for my inspiration)

[rissouu]

I KNOW IM YOUR FAVORITE, gojo satoru ཐི♡ཋྀ

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ in which: he may be your ex, but that doesn’t mean you can just move on.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ wc: 2.9k words.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ warnings: lots of angst, dark content (not really), sexual content, pussy!drunk gojo, stalker!gojo, heavy possessiveness, mentions of violence, pet names, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, baby trapping (but y/n wants it), gojo sucks ur feet for literally 1 second, yandere gojo (ehh), cunnilingus, overstimulation, toxic!gojo (barely), ex!gojo, and etc.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ notes: okay look this shit is very freaky, and it’s loosely based on the song hold me down by daniel caesar! and gojo is a stalker y’all, this is your only warning babes.. please leave now if you’re uncomfy! he is kinda crazy in this but in a lovingly way.. y’know? not proofread either so not too much on me!

when you walked into your apartment you couldn’t help the exaggerated giggles you let out. it was embarrassing actually, acting like a school girl in junior high all over again. the reason for your happiness was pretty simple— you just had your first date.

your first date since you broke up with your ex, gojo.

that was about a year ago now.. a year since you and the love of your life parted ways. up until recently you’ve never had the guts to put yourself out there again, always scared that one day you’ll just end up hurt again.

but your whole view on dating changed when you met this guy at a grocery store. he offered to pay for your entire cart, and it was well over $300 worth. you found the gesture sweet, and from there you two exchanged numbers.

he was no gojo of course, but you had to move on at some point. it’s already been a year, if gojo didn’t reach out yet, then maybe that meant he’d moved on too.

well.. so you thought.

you were so caught up in the excitement from how well your date went, you barely even realized you were still in pitch black.

“fuck i got so distracted i forgot to turn the lights on.” you chuckled to yourself, flipping the light switch on and hanging your purse on the door.

you didn’t know why but you had a feeling you weren’t alone, like someone was watching you— or better yet breathing right down your neck.

the house was eerily quiet, so quiet you could hear the drop of a pen. but something felt off about your apartment, and you were never one to ignore your instincts.

just as you were about to retreat and run out the door, a familiar voice had you stopping in your tracks.

no. fucking. way.

“where were you?” the achingly familiar man smiled, trying his best to hide the dangerous aura oozing from his body. he knew exactly where you were, and always have. you didn’t know it yet— but he’d been watching you for a while now. ever since you dumped him which was more than a year ago now.

technically it was stalking.. but he didn’t like to call it that. in his mind, he was more of a guardian angel— just making sure you’re okay and still breathing.

how else would he check on you since you blocked him on everything else?

the white haired man was sitting on your couch with his head tilted— clearly waiting for an answer although he already knew where you were to begin with. it was pretty easy to keep tabs on you.

you stared at him, a small frown forming across your face. you were feeling weak in the knees. the first thing you wanted to do was jump on him and tell him how much you missed him.

but you knew you couldn’t do that, not anymore. the two of you just didn’t go together, or at least that’s how you felt a year ago. you couldn’t get back with him, you wouldn’t. no matter how much it hurt.. it was better than dealing with his unstability.

“what are you doing in my house, gojo?” you folded your arms— staring back at him with the same expression he was giving you. that’s what he loved about you, you weren’t easy.

with the blink of an eye, he was up from the couch and coming closer towards you. the man easily towered over you so to say he was intimidating was an understatement.

instead of answering your question he just stared at you with a blank expression— and you did the same exact thing. this was common with you two, just staring at each other in silence until one of you dared to speak up.

about five minutes later, gojo finally cracked. you silently praised yourself for being able to last longer than him.

with a low chuckle, he shook his head— slightly licking over his lips. “i think im the one asking the questions here, hm? so answer me.”

you scoffed at his arrogance, seems like some things just never change. “i was on a date if you must know, now get the hell out of my house.”

as soon as you got your words out he couldn’t help but to laugh. honestly, gojo didn’t even know what was so funny, maybe it was the way you said it.. you really thought you held some type of authority?

“and now you’re laughing at me? what’s so funny?”

that only made him laugh more, truth be told gojo wasn’t even trying to laugh, but you trying to be somewhat “mean” was taking him out because you were nothing like that.

you were one of the kindest people he’d ever met, so this little act you had on was amusing to him.

“shit, im sorry!” he clutched his stomach, letting one last chuckle out before continuing. “it’s just.. you really think im falling for this little act of yours?”

your face was quick to scrunch up— finding every bit of his words disrespectful. but it was gojo, so what could you really expect? his bluntness would probably be the death of him.

“excuse me? need i remind you, we are not together anymore gojo!” your voice came out a lot shakier than you’d hoped for it to. what the hell was going on with you?

“well clearly i know that, or else i’d go and kill that fucker you were out with tonight.”

throwing your hands in the air you muttered a strand of curse words, it’s impossible to get through to someone as hard-headed as him. “please just see yourself out.”

before he could respond, you walked off toward your room. you didn’t have the energy to deal with him or his childish antics, he’d already managed to ruin your entire mood. all this did was remind you why you keep your heart locked away— because of arrogant assholes like him.

“there’s no need to be rude, y’know? i just wanna talk to my favorite girl.” gojo followed you to your room— just like you knew he would. god, he’s so annoying.

it looked the exact same as the last time he was here except for the empty wall where the pictures of him used to hang. he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his chest heavy, and heart pang in sorrow. could you really have been done with him for good this time?

“whatever, just don’t get on my bed.. i don’t know where you’ve been.”

‘stalking you’ he chuckled to himself before completely disregarding your request, and plopping down on your bed anyways.

you decided not to scold him for doing exactly what you said not to do. that’s just who gojo was, no one could boss a man like him around.

you weren’t even being serious either. in hindsight, you really did enjoy having him around. as much as you hated to admit it.. it reminded you of the old times, when it was just you and him against the whole world.

“i missed you, y’know? you just up and left without a word.. and next thing i know im blocked.” even though he tried to hide it you could hear the pain in his voice. losing you was like losing a piece of him too, he couldn’t stand it. he couldn’t stand the way you made him feel.

the only reason the man was able to keep it together was because he was watching you, ensuring you weren’t completely out of his life.

it sounded crazy. hell— it was crazy, but when it came to you he’d do anything.

“i know.. & im sorry for the way i handled that. i just felt like we needed to move on, try new things…”

“i don’t want to try new things!” he scowled, quickly sitting up from the bed to face you. “i want you.. just you. that’s all i’ve ever wanted.”

the air was thick, and the room felt like it was caving in. your body was practically on fire listening to him say the words you’d been craving to hear.

“and about that date of yours..” he cooed, running his hands up your thighs and slowly spreading them. “we won’t be worrying about him anymore, will we?”

that little date was never a threat to gojo to begin with. both you and him knew that, but he took manners into his own hands just to mark his territory.

gojo made sure to corner the poor guy as soon as your date was over, and needless to say.. a few threats were all it took. you should be happy he didn’t do worse, it ran across his mind to kill the poor guy at first.

“i..if we do this then no more bullshit okay?” your soft hands gripped his chin as you forced his beautiful blue eyes to meet yours. “none of that childish stuff this time. we’re both grown so we need to act like it, we’ve had a whole year to fix ourselves.”

every time the two of you got back together it turned into complete chaos. gojo wasn’t the best man out there, and you weren’t the best woman. both of you had your own flaws regardless, but you two needed each other.

that was well established the first 10 times you guys broke up, and unsurprisingly you always ended up back in each other’s skin.

gojo’s gaze on you was heavy, almost as if he was trying to study your every breath and blink. all of the dumb, childish expressions on his face from before were far gone.

“yes princess, whatever you want.” he softly spoke as he sunk his head into the skin of your stomach, littering you with soft kisses. “i’ll do whatever you want..”

gojo spoke so gently— his voice softer than ever as he pushed you on your back, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.

you stared at him intently, waiting to see what he would do next. one thing about gojo was he always had something up his sleeve, and part of you knew where this was headed.

when his rough hands gripped the waistband of your flimsy skirt, you didn’t complain. actually you found yourself wanting more, longing for more.

“y’gonna let me get a taste baby? missed her s’much,” soft lips trailed up your thigh— leaving small bite imprints on the flesh. this was his way of staking his claim on you, marking you as his and only his.

you couldn’t stop the shaky sigh that fell from your lips, or the silent nod you gave to your ex-boyfriend for him to continue.

the grin that spread across his face was taunting almost, and intimidating. when that skirt of yours was out of the way, gojo moved on to the black-lace panties. his personal favorite.

“so what, you wearin’ these for other people now?” the fucking nerve of you, he couldn’t believe this. to stoop that low.. well that just won’t do. it seems like he had a few things to correct now that he was back. “fuckin’ answer me. be a good girl for me, yeah?”

your eyes locked with his and all you saw was silent fury, you could tell he was pissed. “not wearing them for anybody toru. just didn’t have any clean ones,”

a lazy grin covered his face at the remembrance of his old nickname, the way it fell from your lips so softly always managed to send heat straight to his dick.

he finally got his girl back.

faint kisses to your cunt had your legs shaking in anticipation— and the soft gasp that left your lips did nothing but egg gojo on as his tongue met your aching clit.

“pussy’s still fuckin’ pretty as ever,” with a low voice his eyes were closed shut, in hopes to savor every last bit of you. when his hands came up to your thighs he couldn’t resist the urge to spread them even further.

the man wanted to explore every inch of you since it’s been so long. so so long since he’s spent some personal time with that pretty pussy of yours.

“w..wait- fuck toru!” you whined when his lips found their way to your pulsing clit, folding his tongue up and down the gooey slit.

his assault to your pussy didn’t stop there. next his thumb was sliding down your sticky folds, not stopping until it was past your tight walls.

your mouth fell open at the intrusion. his thumb wasn’t long but it was thick, causing a bigger stretch than you’d expected.

“so good. taste’s s’good princess,” gojo mindlessly babbled, every word sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

gojo felt like he was out of his body. out of his mind, and he hadn’t even been inside you yet. just what the fuck were you doing to him?

finally fed up with the throbbing ache in his pants he latched onto your clit for a third time, giving it one last kiss before pulling away.

the man couldn’t wait any longer— he needed to be inside you, and he needed it now. before you knew it he was sliding off his sweats and everything underneath it, leaving him completely exposed.

your pussy throbbed just from the sight of him.. you didn’t know how much longer you could wait either.

“don’t worry mama, im ready for ya’.” a low chuckle left his throat when he saw you were just as desperate as him. “you ready for me?”

his blue eyes met your low ones when he slapped his tip against your folds. next he was sliding inside of your pulsing hole with ease, forcing your mouth open.

“o..oh my gosh!“ you winced at the familiar stretch, your walls involuntarily clenched around his dick— trying to push him out.

“n..no- fuck. none of that, y’hear me?” gojo whimpered at the feel of being squeezed, he couldn’t even move you were squeezing him so tight.

the man hovered over you, lips grazing your ear as he coaxed you. “let me in baby, you can do it. i know you can,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around your neck and resting it there.

his words of encouragement had you opening up quicker than he expected, and with every second he was inching deeper into your pussy. gojo felt like he was in a dream— or better yet, on cloud 9. after all that time you still feel the exact same, heavenly.

his strokes were gentle at first, but they sped up when he realized how long he was away from you. a whole year.. never again.

“n..never ever gonna let you keep this shit from me again.” gojo groaned with an edge in his voice that you couldn’t recognize.

your shaky hands wasted no time sliding under his shirt, feeling on the happy trail that covered his v-line. “not gonna take it away toru, ‘s all yours!”

gojo grinned at your words as he pressed onto your lower stomach. with his free hand he gripped onto the back of your thighs and brung your freshly done feet up to his mouth.

his lips wrapped around your toe— eyes locking with yours as he sucked on it. his strokes only got deeper, and you whimpered at all the different sensations at once.

“‘m not gonna pull out,” he admitted as he switched from sucking to leaving small kisses on your foot. “gonna cum so deep in this pretty pussy. never gonna leave me again.”

you were so out of it. drool everywhere, hair messy, tear stained cheeks.. anything gojo said went in one ear and out the other. the man could do whatever, you didn’t care.

“mm yes, don’t pull out. want it s’bad, fill me up please!” small whines filled your throat when you felt a familiar pressure in your abdomen, your pussy wrapping around him even tighter than before. how was this even possible?

gojo’s pace got faster, strokes sloppier.. he was slowly but surely losing all the sense of control he once had before. “f..fuckk ‘m gonna cum toru, so close!”

you gasped when his thumb flicked your clit, looking up at the blue eyes that never left your frame. your legs shook in overstimulation and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold it in.

“let it out mama, you’re okay. gimme all of it- shit.” he hissed as his dick twitched at how tight you were squeezing. “fuck fuck fuck, you’re gonna be such a pretty mama. s..such a pretty wifey, all f’me.”

you threw your head back as chills covered your entire body. the both of you were completely out of touch with reality, not caring about anything but the feeling of one another.

“‘m cumming toru! mhmm ‘m cumming,” you exclaimed, bringing your hand to his stomach. it wasn’t long before the built-up pit in your stomach finally snapped, coating his dick in a ring of your juices.

gojo was close behind you, a whimpering mess as his stomach tightened. before he knew it he was filling you up— spilling his load inside of you, not a drop to be wasted.

“f..fuck yeah. take it mama, it’s all yours. all for you.. gotta give you everything.” he chanted praises as he gave you one last stroke, pushing his cum even deeper into you where it belonged.

your voice was shaky when he called you, so shaky that at first you thought you wouldn’t be able to respond. but even so, you did.

“you’re never leaving me again, understand?” the edge in his voice was back, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach do flips.

“yes toru, i understand.”

if there’s anything you learned from this at all.. it’s that you could never leave a man like gojo satoru.

©rissouu 2025 (this one’s for dulce y’all so thank her, it took me forever *sigh*)

[itadodori]

should i start making text stories?

[rissouu]

if you come on tumblr and believe you own a CONCEPT or sex talk… pls unfollow me now. @blkkizzat it’s been an ongoing thing with you?

in your post you claim you don’t believe you own a concept, but you first came into my dms throwing it out about how YOUR post was plug!choso, and i tagged mine plug!choso.

and brat taming is a common fucking thing, especially in jjk. like i said before i dont even know who you are, you claim i “watered down” a version of your work i didn’t even know existed? i don’t read your works… ever. yesterday i found out that you write non-con and it literally blew me the fuck away, im not about to argue with someone who writes about that shit.

not only did you claim i copied one of your choso works, but you ALSO claim i copied another because i posted a baby!daddy drabble about choso. im not sure what work you were talking about… but fucking baby daddy. are you serious? who HASN’T written about a jjk man being a dad/baby!daddy. please do not act so entitled, there will be people who write similar dirty talk and sex play as you simply because IT IS COMMON AND POPULAR. girls like it, or at least i do. and ive always written my fucking dialogue like that.

you’re saying that a less than 6 paragraph drabble i made is copied from your work? yet yours is about university’s and sorority’s… me and my friend read over it, it literally has a whole plot. what the fuck are you talking about plagiarism and mine doesn’t even have a anything to it but fucking sex and foul language?

accuse somebody else please! you’ve been on my nerves since you dmed me, ive been writing for years and im not one to copy— especially not from you.

you followed ME and i didn’t even know about it until i got a dm from you??? and trust im not about to keep explaining myself over some dumb shit like this, you claiming i copied 2 works yet i’ve never read anything of yours in my life, girl please.

how do you come from making your main point as saying i “took” your concepts, to then saying you don’t own concepts?

then after i got into your ass about it, you switched it up and started saying you didn’t care about the concepts, i “watered down” your SEX TALK and SEX SCENES.

now onto the NEXT drabble you claim i copied you on.

again… i don’t read your works and i don’t keep up with your account. i literally stated the same thing in every response i gave you, i don’t have you followed and i do not know you. grow the fuck up this is a writing app in a very small community of writers, baby!daddy, brat!taming, and plug!anime are one of the most COMMON CONCEPTS. please leave me alone and try to argue with someone else, im not the one.

i got the baby!daddy concept from my friend, LMFAOA. so don’t you feel stupid bitch?

@itadodori’s baby!daddy work. i simply got the concept of baby!daddy from here and put mine for choso. thank you again for helping me bby 💋

moving on.. you have a history of getting into drama with people on here ive heard, AND NOWWW I SEE WHY. i have NO history, i stay in my own lane, and barely even fucking read on here i mostly write unless it’s my moots posts.

and pls- ive literally written fucking baby!daddy before. it was never any inspo from you. now ima let the screenshots of all my previous works, wattpad and tumblr talk for me.

I’M THINKIN’ BOUT WIFIN’ YOU, plug!jean.

he realizes he’s in love with you “man, what the hell you doin’ now?” jean watched you toss shoe boxes out of his closet as he sat back in

it’s dialogue, smut scenes, and sexual positions you claim i took, yet ive been writing this way for years… on and off tumblr?? LMAOAOAOA the proof is all here.

literally in all my works i include almost the exact same sex talk, same sex positions, scenes, and same genre of sex, as well as the same aura in the men i write. pls try to come for somebody else, i have no interest in being respectful anymore or even trying to understand your side, all that went out the window when you tried to accuse me of “taking” something from you for a second time, hoe leave me the fuck alone.

and since bitches wanna talk about where they from now? im from la where plugs are very aggressive, hence why i fucking said it because it’s common in my surroundings. you wanna flex you know plugs and do drugs and shit, but bitch we come from two entirely different worlds? i hate a dumb ass hoe dude.

and again this is fan fiction we talking about not real life. if its FAN fiction and i can write my characters HOWEVER i wanna fuckin write em. none of the readers have an issue, clearly if they’re liking the content i put out and wanting to see more.

mf stealing names… LMAOAOA STEALING NAMES. bitch are you stupid?? have you never heard of a fucking alias? hoe you really have to be the DUMBEST of the DUMB. i don’t like people online knowing too much about me personally so i go by different alias’s. stop acting like you don’t have a brain, its there somewhere baby please use it.

you just said it’s not word for word. how can you own actions, reactions, and sexual situations when everyone on tumblr uses practically the same thing. like i said pls come at somebody else and leave me the fuck alone.

again, sorry you THINK i copied you but that ain’t never been what it was.. since jjk came out i was on wattpad writing the same shit i do on here. i told you in the conversation we had MANYYY times that i never copied you and if its a big deal just block me? i know i blocked your ass after i finally made my final fucking points.

but you decided to post it then you’re saying don’t send hate or harass but you post it? you continued to make it a big deal, and i wasn’t even trying to go this far because it’s not in my character. but trust me i would never copy off someone like you LMAAO. i come up with my own shit and even then i still be asking my readers what they like to read, consistently actually.

mf you followed me and was waiting on a follow back for months and i had no clue until you decided to dm me on bullshit. you clearly screen watch my account that fucking much, im sure you see im always doing fucking requests AND asking my readers what they want to see from me content wise.

hop off my shit bum leave me the fuck alone, you barely got an ounce of a fucking brain this shit proves it all 😂!

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about bestfriend!choso who is just so naïve — fully believing that the way he always gets achingly hard in his pants whenever you give him a hug or a kiss on the cheek is completely normal.

it’s gotten to the point now where he can only get off while looking at pictures of you because the images of random women he finds online just don’t seem to make his cock twitch and throb in his hand the way you do.

so the poor boy is understandably puzzled when you explain to him one day that “friends aren’t supposed to feel that way for other friends”… but how could that possibly be true when his body is so adamantly telling him otherwise?

and it’s not like you aren’t attracted to him too, you just don’t want to take advantage of your sweet bestfriend’s naïveté — even though it’s extremely difficult to ignore the way he pops a very obvious boner everytime you so much as smile in his direction.

but it all becomes too much to resist during one of your sleepovers when you wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of choso grinding his stiffness against your ass in his sleep, your panties already sticky with arousal from the stimulation.

and you find yourself blindly reaching behind you, telling yourself that you’re just helping him out, hastily pushing his sweatpants down until his pretty pink cock springs free — and even without looking you can tell he’s big as your hand wraps loosely around the base, but you try not to dwell on that fact for too long as you guide him towards the seam of your thighs.

once his needy shaft is sandwiched between your plush thighs, his body seems to take the hint as he begins to rock back and forth as if shallowly thrusting into a pussy, soft whines of pleasure falling from his lips in his sleep in response to the newfound friction.

and, of course, it doesn’t take bestfriend!choso long to cum, thick ropes of his pearly seed shooting onto the mattress beside you as he pants heavily into the back of shoulder... but just as you’re about to shut your eyes once more, you hear his drowsy voice mumbling out your name in his sleep.

“mmh— i love you.”

[rissouu]

₊  𐙚 — $LUT TALK..

❝BABY BEND THAT SHIT OVER, LET ME PUT IT IN YO’ GUT!❞

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ info: this is a nsfw collection of @rissouu’s dom!choso drabbles, head cannons, one shots, & series. ages 17+ ONLY, mdni. all works sited belong to @rissouu only— translation on other platforms without permission is prohibited. do not repost/copy my works, doing so will hold consequences.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ warnings: heavy sexual content, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, yandere (?), sub!reader, brat taming, cunilingus, slight spanking, heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, mentions of biting, rough intercourse, daddy kink, mommy kink, aggressive choso, & etc.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ important notes: (you have been warned, please leave now if you’re uncomfortable. from this point onwards it’s on you if you come across anything that triggers you/uncomforts you).

obsessed!choso: he always followed behind you no matter where you went as a way to show who you belonged to.

quiet!choso: he was your best friends brother and he didn’t talk to you much, or at all. but that all changed once he caught you getting ready for a date.

brat!tamer choso: after weeks of getting nothing but mean attitudes from you, he finally puts you in your place.

nerd!choso: although he was the school wide nerd, that didn’t mean you could keep testing his patience and get away with it.

(more coming soon <3)

©RISSOUU 2O25, all works belong to @rissouu, do not repost/copy my works. doing so will hold consequences, refrain from stealing other peoples work.

[rissouu]

ino, the man that you are.

[itadodori]

back off mal he’s been mine 😐.

[rissouu]

meddle about, ryomen sukuna!

“i’ll take you back to my house so we can meddle about!”

synopsis: you were his brothers teacher whom he always had eyes for, so what happens when he runs into you all alone at a bar?

warnings: sexual content (smut), mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, obsession, stalking (kinda?), sukuna being pussy whipped, slight breeding kink, possessiveness, baby trapping (?), and etc!

authors note: whew this is a lot.. if you’re uncomfy w any warnings pls leave now. yuji is a teeny tiny baby in this, around 3-5. other than thatttt enjoy! i might make this a series. not the best smut i’ve ever written but ehhh it’s alright, pretty long btw! and if i made typos.. don’t be a bitch just ignore it lol.

“yuji you little shit!” sukuna tried to chase after the running child, but almost tripped in the process. “im gonna fuckin’ kill you.” he was lucky enough that no one was around to see, but that didn’t make him feel any better. this kid sure was going to be the death of him.

yuji’s laughter filled the air, along with small repetitive claps because he almost saw his big brother fall. under different circumstances maybe sukuna would be laughing along with him, but not now.

the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene in front of the boy’s school— even though that was technically what was happening.

“fast as heck boiii!” the small child laughed, continuing to run around and twirl in circles. he never took anything seriously, part of the reason sukuna had such a hard time with him. but he was a child after all, so what can you expect?

it was hard for him to maintain his patience with the child.. but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before.

“get over here now so i can tie your shoes, boy.” he added a light sternness to his voice, hoping that would be enough to get the kid to listen for once.

yuji stared back at him with a look of boredom, one that sukuna matched almost instantly. the boys were too stubborn for their own good.

“okay kuna!” at first sukuna thought he was trying to trick him but the kid actually complied.. looks like the stern voice worked after all.

sukuna finally felt comfortable with escorting the boy to class once his shoes were properly tied. he didn’t need that little brat tripping and falling on his ass. “you got all your shit in that ugly backpack of yours right?”

“yup yup. wanna go to school now, wanna see ms. (l/n), and all my friends!” he cheered— a cheeky smile on his face like always. sukuna’s brows raised at that, ms. (l/n) huh? he was always curious as to who you were.

obviously you were a teacher of yuji’s. but with the way the kid always talked about you, he couldn’t help but wonder what you looked like. maybe today would finally be the day he got a glimpse of his competition?

according to yuji, you and sukuna were his favorite people in the whole wide world. not including his best friends megumi and nobara, that is!

sukuna always got jealous when the little brat talked about you. because every time he did, there was this unrecognizable glint in his eyes. one that he never gave sukuna or anyone else for that matter. who wouldn’t be jealous?

“alright kid, let’s get you to class.” sukuna gripped him by the back of his paw patrol hoodie, and dragged him along through the open gates. no wonder it wasn’t very crowded outside, school started thirty minutes ago.

he knew the class number by heart because of how much yuji brought it up at home, the kid really did love his school.

room 304. when they finally made it, yuji wasted no time busting in the classroom with that signature smile of his. every head turned in his direction and nearly every kid was up and greeting him. that’s yuji alright, he always had a way of making everyone he met love him.

sukuna stood in the door frame with a blank stare on his face, eyes doting around the room for the teacher who’s name was already embedded into his brain.

“aww yuji, glad to see you made it!” a light voice called out, causing sukuna’s head to snap in it’s direction. “i managed to save you your favorite doughnut before everyone snagged them all,”

almost in an instant, that familiar glint of happiness took over the boy’s vision. and before you knew it he was ditching his friends and running towards you.

“ms. l/nnn, i missed you lots!” his perky voice dragged out, tiny arms wrapping around your knee because that’s all he could reach.

when sukuna’s eyes met your soft ones, everything finally clicked. now he knew why the brat loved you so damn much. it took everything in him to not fall to his knees right then and there, you were ethereal.

one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen in his lifetime, he felt like he’d been blessed to even be receiving a glance back from you. your bright smile, that contagious laugh, and that perfect pretty face. he couldn’t believe someone like you even existed.

you gave sukuna a small smile before picking up yuji, placing him on your hip. the kid was so busy munching on his donut he didn’t even notice he was off of the ground.

sukuna maintained his look of boredom, he couldn’t let himself be too affected by your beauty. he had more self-control than that. the clacking of heels snapped him out of his thoughts, where were you going? fuck were you heading over to him?

‘fuck fuck fuck fuck’ his mind chanted the words like it was a mantra. he didn’t have much time to register— or prepare, before you were in his face with his brother accompanying you.

“hey, i don’t think we’ve ever met!” your head tilted, taking in the appearance of the man before you. no doubt him and yuji were related, they looked almost exactly alike. “i’m ms. (l/n), yuji’s teacher for the year!”

he wanted to say he already knew your name, first and last from how much the little brat always talked about you, but he decided against it.

“nice to meet you, im sukuna. and that brat’s my little brother,” the older man pointed to the boy who was resting comfortably in her arms, still downing his doughnut.

“well it’s nice to meet you too, sukuna.” you held a free hand out to greet him, and it took a while for him to process it all. you almost thought he was going to leave you hanging.. but he proved you wrong, putting his firm and tattooed hand in yours.

the touch of him lit something in you, what was this feeling? and when the hell did it get so hot all of a sudden??

“you’ve got a real great little brother here, he’s so well behaved!” you pinched the boy’s cheeks, enchanted by his cute smile. tch. like hell, if only you knew how much of a actor the kid was.

“yeah he can be pretty great.. sometimes,” just saying it felt foreign to him.. but he supposed it wasn’t too bad. he never gave yuji praise, so what’s the harm in doing it just this once?

your beautiful smile was almost enough to have him return it, but he hated smiling. the only person who’d ever made him smile was his little brother, a real demon in disguise.

“my bad that he’s so late. do i need to sign him in?” sukuna questioned, knowing that schools usually had a sign in and sign out system.

you paused for a second, “no it’s fine, ill do it for you! i know you’re probably tired of being cramped up in here already.”

surprisingly he actually wasn’t. he enjoyed this little conversation the two of you had, even if it was short and just formalities. “thank you for that, i appreciate it.” his hand came up to his brother’s hair— giving it a small ruffle.

“ill see you later, brat. make sure you behave yourself,” the stern voice came out again, but ever so slightly. yuji’s chubby cheeks scrunched up and he smiled the biggest smile of them all.

“yes kuna, ill be good! want some doughnut?” his small hands held a piece of his donut to his older brother’s mouth, and sukuna opened his mouth slightly.

your heart warmed at their interaction, it was too cute. who knew yuji had an older brother? at first, you made the mistake of thinking sukuna was his dad.. but it actually made sense that he wasn’t. his demeanor gave off older brother much more than dad.

sukuna gave his brother one last goodbye before turning his attention back to you, his piercing gaze making you want to disappear.

it was silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say to the other. it was you who finally broke the silence, something you were unmistakably good at.

“well i guess this is goodbye, sukuna.. unless you want to stick around with me and these little ones?” you teased, your lips forming in a small smirk.

hanging around in a room filled with brats who are possibly even more annoying than yuji? no thank you.

“yeah im gonna pass..” he scratched the back of his head, causing a bubbly laugh to form in your throat. god your laugh was so cute. it was just as contagious as yuji’s, which is why he couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with you.

“that’s fair! kids can really be a handful.” you smiled. there was something about this man.. something that made you want more. it was very unlike you, but you found yourself wanting to see him again.

and little did you know, he felt the exact same.

ever since that day he met you, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. that welcoming smile, your wonderful scent, those pretty eyes.. everything about you had him going insane.

he ran into you again a few times after that. sukuna usually dropped yuji off at the gate instead of walking him to class, now he walks him to class every day. all in hopes to see you again.

it’s been working for the most part.. but he needed more. just seeing you and talking to you were no longer enough, he was stuck.

sukuna had no idea on how to advance whatever this thing the two of you had was. he wasn’t delusional, you definitely felt the same as he did.. even if only a little bit.

his other brother— choso, noticed his frustrations and suggested they go out for once. that’s how he ended up in this loud and crowded bar, drinking all of his problems away.

yuji was with his grandparents so he didn’t have to worry about that brat too much. the kid was in great hands for the night.

“so are you gonna tell me what has you so..” the black haired man paused for a moment, thinking of a right word for it. “disoriented?” just the thought of it had sukuna sighing.

he took a snag of his drink, getting ready for a little ‘therapy session’. choso had always been the brother that likes to solve other people’s problems. he may have been younger but he was definitely more mature than sukuna.

“it’s yuji’s fuckin’ teacher, (y/n) (l/n).” he spat. “i can’t get her out of my damn head. the little minx,” now this.. was intriguing. choso couldn’t help the smile forming, or the low chuckle that followed after. “the fucks so funny?”

“i just wouldn’t expect you to be this worked up over some girl, that’s all.” choso waved his hands in defense, but he did have a point.

the infamous ryomen sukuna stressed over some elementary teacher he barely even knew? who would’ve thought…

“well the sukuna i know wouldn’t just be sitting here, he’d do something about it.” choso shrugged— hoping he actually talked some sense into his brother. it was hard to get through to sukuna because of how stubborn he was. he never liked to listen to anybody, or abide by any rules.

the more he thought about it the more he realized choso was right. he’s ryomen fucking sukuna, the man who always gets whatever he wants. and in this case, what he wanted was you.

choso downed the rest of his drink, while staring intently at his older brother. he knew sukuna more than almost anyone, choso was positive his brother would get what he wanted sooner or later.

“how about you go get us some more drinks, im gonna need em’ if im to deal with your shit.” he slid the glass cup across the table which sukuna stopped with ease.

if it were anybody else talking to him like that, sukuna probably would’ve killed them. but this was choso so he let it slide, “shut up, kid. i’ll get your stupid fuckin’ drink.”

without waiting for a reply, he walked off. this bar was so humid, and there were people all over the place. playing pool, making out, passed out, you name it.

in times like these sukuna couldn’t help but think about you. what were you doing right now? were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you? all these questions he would probably never know the answer to, and it pissed him off.

“can i get a light vodka, with a side of lime please!” an awfully familiar voice called out, making sukuna stop dead in his tracks. it took everything in him to not drop both glass cups onto the floor. he’d know that voice from anywhere, it was you. but what were you doing here?

you didn’t notice him yet which he was thankful for, he looked like a star struck little kid. but when he did finally get himself together, your name was the first thing to fall from his lips. “(y/n)?”

your head perked up at that, looking around until your eyes finally met his. no way.. why was he here?!

“sukuna! what are you doing here?!” you exclaimed— that pretty smile taking its natural place on your face.

he eyed you dangerously, taking in every ounce of your appearance. you wore a skin tight dress that was a bit too short for his liking, and with the way you were sitting he almost had a full view of your ass cheek. the man didn’t know whether to be aroused, or pissed off.

“i came here with my brother to get out for a bit. what are you doing here?” that was the question he wanted answered. you were here alone, with a dress that barely passed as clothing at all. were you on some type of fuckin’ date or something?

before answering his question, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the seat that was closest to yours. you wouldn’t admit it but.. you only did it because you didn’t like that he was so far away.

his eyes lit up when your hand met his, he felt like he was going to die. sukuna couldn’t tell because of how good you were at playing it off, but you were eying his appearance as well.

he wore a fitted black shirt, with black jeans to match, and not to mention the silver chains around his neck to bring it all together. nearly every arm tattoo he had was on full display and it was doing something to you.

it took everything in you to not pounce on him right here, right now. and sukuna felt the exact same, watching your eyes take him in as he gave you a look of pure lust.

the sexual tension was so strong almost anyone could sense it, you knew for a fact what would happen if you guys kept this up. you needed to snap out of it, before you did the unthinkable.

“uhm so, you have other brothers?” you crossed your legs while rubbing the skin on your arm. you were starting to get chills from this man, what was he doing to you?

“there’s yuji, then there’s choso who’s closer to my age.” he pointed to the table where his brother was glaring daggers into you both. his glare was almost as scary as sukuna’s, what the fuck was up with these two?

“don’t mind him staring like that..” he mentally rolled his eyes, he should’ve known. choso could be fairly nosey at times, sukuna figured he probably pieced it all together by now. “he’s just not a people person.”

you chuckled at the fact that he really wasn’t either, but sukuna didn’t laugh along with you this time. “you still didn’t answer my question,” his head tilted to the side as his eyes worked their way down your whole body.

“why’re you here all by yourself?” you looked off to the side letting out a slight sigh. well you very well couldn’t tell him the truth. that you were on your way home but saw his car parked here, and decided to pay a visit. you’d look like a fucking psycho. “same as you kind of. i just wanted to get out of the house.”

he gave a soft hum to that, nodding his head. for some reason he just didn’t believe you, and you could tell. a pretty thing like yourself coming to a bar like this all alone, just for the hell of it? no. you weren’t telling the truth. sukuna knew it, and so did you— but neither of you were willing to speak up about it.

“i’ve been thinking about you a lot since we met, y’know?” his eyes never left your soft ones, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss all over your pretty little face. to sukuna, you were already his. he just needed you to finally accept it.

you felt your heart beating even faster than before, and now the chills weren’t just on your arms but your whole body. you need to pull it together. you’re finally getting the chance that you’ve been longing for, and you weren’t letting it go to waste.

“ive been thinking about you too, sukuna.. a lot more than i should be.” you tried to hide the small tremble in your voice, but he could see right through you. how cute of you to try and put on a brave voice for him though.

“you wanna get out of here?” and there it was. the words you’ve been dying to hear ever since he came up to you. your pussy throbbed just looking at him— it always did. since the day you two first met and every time you’ve seen him since then, she just gets wet.

at first you thought it was nothing. but the more you saw him, the more you talked to him, and the more you heard that enticing voice of his.. you knew. you wanted this man, no. you needed this man.

“yes please.” you whispered, and that was all the clarification he needed. he was right, you wanted him in the same ways he wanted you. a cheeky grin spread across his lips and within an instant he was grabbing your hand and pulling you from your seat.

as much as he wanted to hurry and get you to his place, he needed to borrow something from choso first. sukuna slid his arm across your waist on the walk back to his table, he needed all these bastards to know who you belonged to.

choso’s lazy smile was the first thing he saw once he reached the table, but the smile dropped as soon as he saw there was no drink in his brothers hand. “hey where the hell is my drink?”

“gonna have to get it yourself,” sukuna shrugged before pulling down part of your dress that was rising in the back. “let me borrow your jacket really quick.” he pointed to the coat that was hanging on an empty chair, and choso knew better than to question him.

without saying anything he handed the coat over, and took a glance at you. it was a cold stare, just like before when you were sitting at the bar. “hey, im choso. his little brother that he’s too rude to introduce.”

you smiled ever so slightly, giving him a small wave. “hi im (y/n)! nice to meet you.” that name was all he needed to hear for a small smile to reappear. he knew his brother could do it, he just needed a little push.

sukuna didn’t know how much longer he could wait, he needed to get out of here now, both of you did. he could tell you were getting antsy as well.

“we don’t have time to stay around and chit chat.” sukuna sighed. he left some money on the table to pay for both him and his brothers expenses, and bided choso a small goodbye to which he returned.

on the way out he could feel the glances of old and drunk men staring you down in that tiny ass dress you had on. he hated it.

the pink haired man growled out a string of curse words before taking the jacket, and wrapping it around you. “keep this on until we get to my place. i don’t want any of these fuckers looking at you, ever if i can help it.”

the tone of his voice and how protective he was over you had you even hornier than before. how was this even fucking possible? this man was driving you absolutely crazy. “sukuna please hurry, i need you.” you whined, and gripped onto his arm.

with the position you were in he could feel your tits right against chest, he almost wanted to say fuck it and bend you over right across the bar counter.

“fuck woman, gotta’ be patient for me okay? ill give you what you want soon enough.”

as soon as sukuna got the door open, your lips were on his almost immediately. the two of you were tripping over your own steps, but neither of you cared. the man picked you up with ease— refusing to take his lips off of yours.

once he made it to his room he wasted no time tossing you onto his bed, and ripping off your dress in the process.

sukuna had no mercy when it came to ripping it. “hate this fuckin’ dress, got everybody staring at you and shit.” his anger only got worse once he remembered the looks of all the guys in the bar.

“mhmm want you s’bad,” you bit your lip while bringing a hand down to your panties, attempting to get some type of friction.. but sukuna wasn’t allowing it.

sukuna gently slapped your hand out of the way, “don’t touch it, only me okay?” the whines of frustration you let out sent blood straight to his dick, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

his hands gripped on the waistband of your panties and ripped them away with so much ease. why were you clothes so easy to rip? and more importantly, why did he keep ripping them?!

just the sight of your pussy alone could’ve had him cumming right on the spot. it’s even prettier than he imagined.

you found yourself getting shy from how intense he was staring, so you shut your legs. maybe he didn’t like it? was he rethinking his decision to bring you back to his home?

“tch. who told you to close them, you brat?” he spat. his hands shoved them back apart, making a gasp fall from your throat. he was so rough, and you loved every second of it.

he took a good look at your glistening folds— savoring every second of this moment. he’d waited long enough after all. without any warning his lips latched onto your thigh, gently kissing on the soft skin.

the biting didn’t come until after he remembered all those fuckers from the bar. he needed to mark you, stake his claim on you before anyone else got the chance.

“n..no more teasing sukuna! need you. right here,” your hand grazed over your pussy, gathering some of your wetness along the way. you stuck your hand in your mouth after— sucking on it slowly while staring straight in his eyes.

he grinned, amused by your little show. “nasty ass girl. call me ryomen,” your pussy clenched at the mention of his first name, that you never knew. “hm? she likes my name doesn’t she?”

you nodded hysterically, patiently waiting for the man in front of you to finally stop with all the teasing. you’ve wanted this since the first day you met him.. now it was finally happening.

his warm breath hitched over your pussy as he placed small kisses over your clit— the juices getting all over his lips. he spat a glob of spit onto your folds, watching it slowly fall down in fascination.

it wasn’t long before he went back to his attack on your pussy, pushing his tongue into your tight little hole causing you to squirm. your hand met the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer to your cunt— if that was even possible.

“such a pretty ass pussy you got here, all f’me huh?” he used his hands to spread your lips— giving him more access to all your sweet spots. “yes ryo yes! mm, all for you!”

you were this fucked out already and he hadn’t even stuck his dick in you yet? he couldn’t help the chuckle falling from his lips, “think it’s time i get serious,”

the man took his thumb and circled it around your clit, softly flicking it in the process. one look at you had his dick even harder. drool was dripping down your chin, and your bra was slightly ripped open from his previous assault on your dress. now he even had a clear view of those perfect tits of yours.

“want you to play with your tits for me, princess.” he coated his finger in spit and pushed it inside of you, watching your face scrunch up. “did ya’ hear me brat? can you do that f’me?”

when he added a second finger, you felt like you were already on cloud 9. and you didn’t even get a taste of his cock yet, you just knew you were in for it.

“f..fuck yes, i can do that. i’ll do it for you!” your hands slid up your stomach, and up to your tits that were already so sensitive because of the cold. you squeezed them gently while locking eyes him, your juices dripping down his chin was enough to push you over the edge.

once you felt him curve his fingers, it was over. you couldn’t hold back the familiar pit in your stomach for any longer. your hips moved on their own, and right now they were grinding against his thick fingers, longing for more of that overwhelming pleasure. “‘m gonna cum ryomen, ohh fuck!”

the way his name sounded falling off you lips had him going berserk. sukuna felt you getting tighter around his fingers, and just before he got the chance to pull them out.. you were already cumming, a silent scream to go along with it.

with a hiss, he took his fingers out of you as strands of cum dripped down his hand. “who gave you permission to do that, you damned brat?” the man gave your pussy a light smack, causing your whole body to jerk.

“mm stop, ‘m sensitive now!” you tried to shut your legs, but he was quick to give your thigh a slap. “keep this shit open (y/n).”

a small whimper fell from your lips as you followed his orders and kept your legs open to his liking. he brought his hand with your cum on it up to his mouth, and wasted no time licking it clean. “tastes so fuckin’ good, shittt.”

you tugged on his shirt, trying to get it off and getting frustrated when you couldn’t. “wan’ this off ryo, take it off.” he gave you a stare that you didn’t recognize and took his shirt off, revealing his chest to you.

he had tattoos in almost every corner of his body, and he was absolutely ripped. you’d be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing at the sight. “wanna touch ‘em mama? you can,”

you ran your hand across his chest slowly, feeling every ounce of muscle he had. from abs, to biceps, to v line.. it wasn’t long before you were tugging on his pants too, letting him know you wanted those off next. to which he chuckled, but still did as you said and slid them off.

now all he was left in was his boxers and that was next to go. this time you didn’t have to say anything, he already knew. his boxers were off in an instant, and next thing you knew he was hovering over you.

“you sure you want this brat.. not gonna take it easy on you y’know?” it was sweet, but you didn’t care about any of that. in this moment right now.. you’d let this man do whatever to you. “‘s okay baby. i jus’ want you, need you to fill me up so bad.”

those words alone were enough for him. he gave you a cheeky smile and wrapped your thighs around him, slowly slapping his tip on your aching clit.

you looked so pretty like this. sprawled out on his bed, all eager and ready for him. if sukuna had it his way you’d be like this everyday. he was mesmerized by the way your pussy clenched at the smallest of things, “so fuckin’ perfect.”

your soft hands rested on your thighs as you held them apart in anticipation. his words only added onto your fire.. and you didn’t know how much longer you could take this.

when the man in front of you finally decided to make his first move, your eyes almost plunged out of your head. with a slow rock of his hips he was already sliding inside of you with ease, being careful not to overwhelm you.

once he was in, your gummy walls involuntarily clenched at the intrusion. it hurt. you nearly had the sensitivity of a virgin because of how long it’s been since you last had sex— and the size of him wasn’t making things any better.

to sukuna, this was heaven. he had to stop himself from cumming right there on the spot. with the way your deprived little cunt clamped down on him every other second, he definitely wasn’t going to last.

“fuck girl,” he let out a tight lipped grunt while giving your thigh a small smack. “lemme in, gotta relax for me yeah?” it was true you did need to relax, your whole body was tense and shaking, and he hadn’t even moved yet.

“‘m sorry.. can’t help it.” small whines left your mouth and you found yourself finally calming down— body included. when you weren’t as stiff anymore, sukuna took that as his sign to move.

cold yet comforting hands rested on your stomach, playing with the tiny pudge. sukuna couldn’t stop his mind from wondering.. you’d look even prettier with your tummy all swollen.

the room was filled with the sounds of skin clapping, and you choking on your own spit. you were already going brain dead.. and sukuna wasn’t far behind. the divine man was already so caught up in his own little fantasy.

what if he didn’t pull out tonight.. what if he got you pregnant and glued to him for life? yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea. he’s always been a selfish man, and this situation was no different. how else would he make sure you never left him?

the paste of his strokes only got sloppier, rougher. before you knew it he had one of your legs over his shoulders, and he left a litter of kisses starting from your calves all the way down to your feet. every inch of this perfect body was his, and he wasn’t going to stop until you realized it too.

“this..” he started off, bringing his hand down to massage your poor puffy clit. “and this..” now his hands were groping at your chest as he brought his lips toward your perfect tits. the realization that he barely payed them any attention had him quickly latching his mouth onto your nipple— somewhat eager like a baby.

his mouth was tired and red from all the attacks on your body, but he didn’t care. all the pain was worth it if it meant bringing you pleasure.. that’s how head over heels he was. he only pulled away after he’d given both of your nipples a soft bite, and his eyes never left yours.

ah, how could he forget? the most important part. “this too,” he grinned, and within a split second both of his hands were on your stomach— pressing down onto the lower area. “it’s all fuckin’ mine, you hear brat? nobody else gets this shit,”

your face twisted at the random feeling of pressure, it was too much. answering his question was the very last thing on your mind. right now all you could think about was getting this man out of you before you lost it. a mix of tears and drool dripped down your face, and onto your exposed body.

“oh s..shit ryo please! ‘s too much, can’t take it!” your shaking hands went to his stomach, eagerly trying to push him away. “mm ‘m gonna fuckin’ pee if you don’t quit it!”

he growled at your measly attempt at pushing him away, and wasted no time slapping your hands away. who the fuck did you think you were? trying to push him out of such a heavenly cunt like yours?

“don’t do that again.” the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order, and something that you should definitely follow, or else. “where’d my good girl go, hm?” he cooed, a small pout on his lips.

he brought his thumb to your clit and flicked it slowly, but not before wrapping his hand around your throat as a means to trap you. the tip of his dick hit against your cervix over, and over, and over again— making your jaw drop in response. and the smirk forming on his lips couldn’t be any bigger.. he finally found it.

“that’s your spot mama. feels good?” you mindlessly babbled through your spit as he wiped away the stream of tears on your pretty face. “yes y..yes yes right there, oh fuck!” your legs wrapped around him on their own, craving for the man in front of you to be even closer.

with the way your pussy was clamping down on him more aggressively than before, he could tell you were almost at your limit. perfect.

“gonna cum so deep in this tight lil’ pussy, fill you up til’ you’re round n’ swollen with my babies.” you let out the lewdest whine at his words, feeling the pressure in your stomach suddenly snap. “you’re so good with kids, so good with yuji. think it’s time you have some of your own, hm? gonna be the best mama ever,” the whole time he was fucking you, a hand always stayed glued to your stomach.

if it weren’t for your addicting cunt sucking him in, or that pretty little face of yours, your stomach would probably be his favorite thing about you. and that’s only because of the fantasies he had, that he’d be fulfilling tonight.

“p..please ryo, wanna have all your babies- fuck ‘m gonna cum!” you let out heavy breaths as sukuna pressed down on your lower stomach— again. your legs shook at the un-welcomed pressure, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over him. stomach, thighs, dick, you name it. every inch of his lower body was covered in your juices, and he couldn’t be happier.

call him crazy, but sukuna wished he could scoop up the liquid, and put it in a jar or something to preserve it. he wanted a memory of the very first time you squirted for him, even thought it surely wouldn’t be the last.

“f..fuck woman. who knew my brother’s teacher was such a slut,” his rough hand tightened around your neck as he felt himself twitching inside you. from the looks of it, he wasn’t too far behind.

your mouth was still wide and filled with spit, runny mascara dripping down your cheeks all the way to your neck. you looked an absolute mess, but in sukuna’s eyes.. you were the prettiest like this.

“f..fuck brat, you don’t know what you do to me.” when he got a look at your messy-fucked out face, he couldn’t stop the throaty groan from arising. without any warning he was releasing his load into you, finally filling your hole full of his cum. “look at that shit,”

he looked down at his dick— watching it disappear inside of you only to come out with a ring of cream coating it. “she’s milkin’ me fuckin’ dry,” you mewled in response, taking both hands and placing them on his chest.

“no more okay? ‘m tired baby.. no more,” when he finally pulled out of you, a series of liquids leaked out and he was mesmerized. sukuna had you right where he wanted you, on his bed with his cum dripping down your sweet cunt. the man made a mental note to get a plug for next time.

before you were even able to get a break in, sukuna lowered his head right between your thighs. he just wanted to give her his thanks for taking him so well.

“just wanna talk to her for a bit.. that alright with you mama?” your head titled in confusion, but nonetheless you let him do as he pleased before letting your eyes finally close.

small kisses being left on your pussy had you stirring in your somewhat ‘sleep’. what the hell was he doing?

“mhmm you said talking not kissing ryo. you liar,” you used your foot to push him away and he couldn’t help but to laugh. you were never usually this whiney, but when it came to your sleep you didn’t care.

“she’s just so tempting,” he left one more kiss to your clit before trailing his way up to your stomach until he’d finally had his fill. “cmon my brat, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

if you weren’t pregnant with his seed in the next two weeks, he’d just have to try again until it takes.

bonus.

“oh gosh, no way!” yuji exclaimed as soon as he walked in the door with sukuna trailing behind him. the small boy didn’t even bother to take his coat off because he saw you— his teacher at his house and in the kitchen cooking dinner. the first thing he thought to do was run to you and hug you, so that’s exactly what he did.

tiny hands made up motions at you, and you knew that meant he wanted to be picked up. “ms. (l/n)!! why’re you at my house, i missed you!” his hands were clapping and you coiled at his chubby cheeks and missing teeth.

“call me (y/n) when we’re not at school yuji,” you pinched his cheeks. “me and sukuna are.. friends now, he invited me over.”

sukuna leaned over the counter, a scowl forming on his face. “tch, friends my ass.” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. just hearing those words come from your mouth had him wanting to set the world ablaze.

yuji’s mouth dropped in an ‘O’ motion, and not long after he was wiggling his eyebrows with a small smirk on his face. “friends.. like boyfriend and girlfriend?” your lips parted to correct him, but sukuna beat you to it.

“yeah you little shit, she’s stayin’ with us forever and ever. guess i have two brats to deal with now,” and possibly another— he wanted to add, but decided not to.

your heart swarmed at his small speech, did he really mean all of that? a small smile fell over your lips, and when your eyes met his you knew it was genuine. the glint in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“yayyy, my two favorite people in the whole wide universe!! (y/n) and kuna!”

©rissouu 2024 (if you steal my shit i will get your ip and fuckin end you ^_^, this is a threat.)

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“Baby- it’s too hot for this shit, cut it out.” Toji grumbles as you once again, cling to him. It’s the hottest night of the summer and Toji is probably sweating in every crevice in his body. It doesn’t make it better when you cling to him like a koala. He tries to move you gently, just wanting a little room between your bodies. That turns into a failure as you tangle your legs together with his, only holding onto him tighter. Don’t get him wrong, he loves when you two cuddle. But not when it was hotter than any hell.

He finally gets a sense of relief when he hears the shuffle of the sheets behind him. The bed feels a little lighter and the room gets a little too quiet. Toji turns around and furrows his brows. “The fuck?” He leans over the edge of the bed and sees you lying on the floor with a pillow.

“What are you doing down there?” No answer so he tried again. “Baby get off the floor, that can’t be comfortable.”

“No you hate me.”

That causes him to scoff. “When did I say that shit?”

“You didn’t want to cuddle me.”

“It’s like a million fuckin’ degrees in here. It’s not because of you, I just don’t want to sweat my balls off.”

“Kay.”

So you really weren’t going to come back to bed and that causes him to raise an eyebrow. He stares at your back for a few minutes before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. “You can get off the floor now, I’ll hold you… or whatever.” When he gets no answer he sighs loudly. “Fuckin’ fine.”

That’s how the both of you end up on the floor with your arms and legs wrapped around him. You basically use him as a pillow, but it’s okay. As long as you’re comfortable and happy he’s fine with a little back ache and sweat. “Lucky I love you…” Toji mutters before placing a kiss on your head and closing his eyes with a quiet sigh, but you don’t miss the slight upturn of his lips.

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ughhh boob obsessed choso 😵‍💫

“babbyyy” he's whining, pout stretching his pink lips as he tugs at the hem of your top, fingers toying with the clothy fabric, “let me— please. just for a little”

“it’s never just for a little”

he tilts his head up to look at you from between your boobs— eyes squinting, before dipping down to lick your nipples through your shirt, a light gasp getting caught in your throat. “please” he muffles against you, for the thousandth time, "pleeasee"

you finallllyyyy break (one can only take so much begging), rolling your eyes (choso frowned at that but the smirk playing at your lips gives you away) before peeling your shirt off for him to suck on your pretty tits.

he perks up, letting his tongue lay flat against your right boob, his hand moving to flick and toy with the left one.

your hand moves to card through his soft hair, fingers dragging across his scalp.

“thank you” he gargles mouth full making you giggle.

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late night drives with geto always ended the same. he couldn’t go thirty minutes without touching you, and you the same. it wasn’t long before he pulled into an empty lot and rushed you to the back seat, not that you were complaining anyways. you wanted this just as badly as he did.

“that’s it baby, such a good girl for me. fuck,” he threw his head back against the seat— loving the sensation of your pussy sucking him in. his hands were wrapped securely around your waist in attempts to guide you.

geto always loved it when you were on top, only because he was still in control. you were completely helpless against him no matter what position you two did.

the way his tatted hand was locked in your hair— forcing your head back as he pulled it with force, was example enough. the car was filled with coughs of you choking on your own spit, and him mesmerized by your state.

drool ran down the corner of your lips and tears slid down your face with ease. you were completely fucked out.

you two weren’t official or anything, but he’d be damned if he let anyone else fuck this pretty little cunt of yours. you were his. his little slut to ruin however he pleased.

“‘m tired d-daddy! so tired!” your legs were nearly ready to give out because of how long he had you riding him. this is how it always went, him fucking you to the point of overstimulation.

he ignored your pleas, muttering a string of curse words and chanting ‘take it for me baby, just take it’. geto needed more. he couldn’t just stop here, not when your pussy was so welcoming to him. he got to wondering how it’d feel if you milked him dry.. taking every ounce of his cum up that addicting little cunt.

“hey baby, i’m gonna take this condom off now okay? gonna fill you up so so good until that tummy is round and full with my kids. that alright with you princess?”

©rissouu 2024 (so.. i may have a breeding kink..)