happy pride everyone! finally some explicitly queer content (even tho nothing i write is cishet in my mind). another coming out fic. idc if it's cliche, it's a big deal for our girl and i'm very proud of her ok? also you legally have to be nice to me and her this whole month bc it's pride. also, this is my entry for @dearbraus's "blooming into you" collab! be sure to check out the rest of the masterlist 💜
series masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: ~2.4k | cw: gender neutral reader, transfem gojo, coming out, fluff, super light angst (she's nervous to come out), gumi's in this one!, hints of parental gojo/mentions of gojo raising megumi, megumi is a trans man in this au
Satoru continued to grow her hair out after you first trimmed her undercut, continued painting her nails, and wore her clear lip gloss to the school more days than not. She seemed content with things as they were – and if she was content, you were content – but when her hair got long enough for you to braid out of her face, she decided it was time to take another step in her transition.
“Don’t you think it’s time I told someone else about… well. About me, I guess,” she asked one evening while you were in the kitchen.
The question caught you off guard, and you finished setting up the rice cooker before turning to face her. She was avoiding your gaze, instead staring down at her nails; her polish was starting to chip a bit, and you’d been trying to break her of the habit of picking it off when it would chip.
“That’s not really my decision,” you responded gently, watching her closely. “Are you ready to tell anyone else?”
She hesitated, still not meeting your gaze. “I think people are starting to notice anyway.” Her words were so soft you nearly missed them, but the anxiety that permeated her words broke your heart.
“What makes you think that?” You stepped closer, crossing the room and taking her hands into your own when you noticed her start to pick at her nail polish. The odds that anyone had been cruel to her were low, but it didn’t ease the surge of protectiveness that flared in your chest.
“Nobara,” she said quietly. “She mentioned my hair, and my nails.”
Your brows furrowed; of course it was Nobara who said something first. “What did she say about them?”
A shrug. “Nothing in particular, really. Just pointed them out. She’s mentioned my nails a couple times.”
“Didn’t you say Yuji really liked your nails the first time Nobara pointed them out?” The smile Satoru had worn when sharing that piece of information with you a few weeks back had been so sweet, bashful but excited, nearly giddy that someone else liked the small changes she was making to her appearance.
“…Yeah,” she agreed, the corner of her lips twitching slightly. “He did. He had Nobara paint his nails after classes that day.”
A smile tugged at your own lips then, and you gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “See? Your students don’t think poorly of you for any of the changes you’ve already made. You don’t have to take any steps you’re not ready for yet.”
Finally, she looked up from her hands and met your gaze, managing a small and still slightly nervous smile. “I think… I think I am ready to tell someone else, though. I think it’ll help me feel better about all of this.”
You gave a small nod. “Alright, ‘Toru. If you’re really ready, I’ve got your back. Do you know who you want to tell?”
Her smile faltered slightly, but it didn’t disappear entirely. “Not really,” she admitted with a sigh. “I know I’ll tell everyone eventually, somehow, but it feels…” Satoru trailed off for a moment, and you could tell from her expression that she was trying to find the right words. “I dunno, just feels odd to rank how important people are to me, y’know?”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” you assured her. Another moment of silence passed as you considered the best way to reframe it for her, hopefully make it easier for her to decide who to tell first. “Well, think about it this way: this isn’t about how important each person is to you, at least not for what order you tell them in. This is about who you’re comfortable confiding in, or who you’re comfortable being open with. It’s about you, princess, not everyone else.”
Something in your girlfriend’s expression shifted as you spoke, almost like it was clicking for her, and you watched some of the tension bleed from her shoulders. “Yeah,” she agreed, smiling a bit brighter again. “Yeah, this is about me. You’re right.”
Seeing her more at ease had you smiling a bit brighter, too, and you squeezed her hands again. “Can I make a suggestion about who to tell?” you asked. “You can say no, of course. This is a big step forward, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to make the decision for you.”
“No, it’s okay, go ahead,” Satoru said. “I still don’t have anyone in mind, so I’m open to suggestions.” Her expression was earnest as she looked down at you, all of her attention focused on you.
“I think Megumi would be a good choice.”
The suggestion seemed to catch her off guard, and she blinked a few times before she spoke again. “Really?” she asked. “Why Gumi?”
“‘Cause he’s trans, too, remember?” you reminded, still smiling gently up at her. “He’ll understand.”
“Oh, yeah.” A fierce blush spread across her face almost faster than you could process, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly at her. It honestly didn’t surprise you that she had sort of forgotten about that detail of Megumi’s gender; it’s not like it was something that was discussed frequently between them, since Megumi was already presenting as a boy when Satoru first met him, and the revelation of him being trans didn’t come along until the boy started puberty. Megumi had always just been Megumi, and nobody that mattered had ever treated him any differently because he was trans. You knew that the boy would think the same of Satoru, and that he would even likely be one of Satoru’s fiercest advocates after he learned of this development.
“I think I will tell Gumi first,” Satoru said after a few moments. “Like you said, he’ll get it, and I think… I think that understanding is what I need to start with.”
“I’m really proud of you for recognizing that, ‘Toru,” you told her with a grin. This process hadn’t been all that easy on her, so being able to identify and verbalize her needs herself was a good sign.
As impossible as it should have been, she seemed to blush even more at your words, the red now stretching from the tips of her ears all the way down her neck, and all you could think was how much it made her eyes pop. Unable to resist, you pushed in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before settling back into your former spot.
“You want some more time to think about how you wanna tell him?” you asked curiously, thumbs rubbing over her knuckles absentmindedly. You were a bit surprised when she shook her head, though.
“No,” she said softly. “If I think about it for too long I might talk myself out of it. I’ll tell him tomorrow after class.”
“Would you like me to be there with you when you tell him? For moral support?”
“...Yeah,” Satoru whispered. “Yeah, I would.”
“I’ll be there, then.”
The beep that indicated that the rice cooker was finished nearly made you both jump, but you just chuckled softly. “Alright, princess, we’ll figure everything else out later. For now, let’s eat.”
Just as you promised, you went to the school with lunch for yourself and Satoru, knowing that the break between classes and training was when your girlfriend was planning to speak to Megumi and share her life update. You arrived just as Satoru was finishing her lesson, and waited patiently outside the door, not wanting to interrupt at all. When the door slid open a couple minutes later, you took a half step back to give the students a bit more room to leave. You smiled at them as you saw them.
“Hi Nobara-chan, Yuji-kun. It’s good to see you,” you greeted as they passed you, but you reached out to catch Megumi before he could slip away. “Megumi, could you come back in with me for a moment?”
The boy paused when he felt your hand on his arm, and his brows furrowed slightly when you used his full name, rather than a nickname like you tended to do, since you’d known him so long; if you used his full name, it meant something serious was happening. “Yeah, of course.” He looked up when Yuji called out to him, and he quickly waved his classmates off, promising to catch up with them soon.
A slight sense of relief washed over you as Megumi agreed to come with you without any argument; he wasn’t as combative as he’d been when he was younger, but it was still nice when he didn’t make a fuss. The two of you stepped back into the classroom, where Satoru sat at her desk. She brightened a bit when she saw you and stood from her chair, though when she saw Megumi right behind you, it seemed to hit her all over again what was about to happen.
“Hi, ‘Toru,” you greeted, sliding the door to the classroom shut once Megumi was fully in the room with you. The action seemed to make him a little apprehensive, but he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t make to leave, either, which was another relief to you, and, you assumed, to Satoru.
Your girlfriend murmured a small greeting in return as you stepped closer, and allowed you to tug her around the front of the desk without fuss. She held tight to your hand as she came to stand beside you, though, and you could feel the faintest tremor in her grip.
“Is something wrong?” Megumi asked, glancing between the two of you, though his gaze lingered on Satoru a bit more; his teacher was rarely this quiet, so it was a definite sign that whatever this conversation was about, it was serious.
“No,” you answered right away, wanting to ease any nerves the boy might have. “Nothing’s wrong. Satoru has something to tell you, that’s all.”
You looked up at your partner then, offering her a soft smile when she looked back down at you, and when she seemed to hesitate, you squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to share her news; you couldn’t do this for her, even if you hated how nervous she was about doing it herself.
She gave you a tiny nod, taking a deep breath and turning back to look at Megumi. “Well… I know you’ve noticed some changes with me recently,” she started. “Nobara was pretty insistent on pointing out my nails, and how my hair is growing out now.” With that, she pulled her blindfold down, allowing her hair to fall into her face completely for a moment before she ran her fingers through it, tugging lightly on it in a self-soothing motion. Despite the fact that her eyes were no longer covered, she still wasn’t quite making eye contact with the boy she’d spent the last ten years raising.
Megumi nodded at Satoru’s words, though he said nothing, clearly not wanting to interrupt and throw his sensei off from whatever it was Satoru was trying to tell him.
The snowy haired sorcerer let out a shaky breath before she continued. “Before I started painting my nails, or intentionally growing my hair out, or anything like that, I did some reflecting, and I… I realized that I’m not, uh. I’m not—”
You frowned when she got a bit choked up, and you squeezed her hand again, leaning in a bit and resting your head on her arm in silent support. The touch seemed to punch a small gasp from her, but it was enough to let her take a steadying breath and keep going, to let her finish what she started without fully breaking down in the middle.
“I realized that I’m not a man. I never have been, I just… didn’t have the words to explain it. Or the option to even consider it, really.” A small, almost bitter laugh escaped her then, but she shook her head slightly, likely pushing any of the lingering negative feelings aside.
Finally, she met Megumi’s steady gaze. “I’m still me,” she said. “I’m just… not a man. I’m a woman.” She shrugged slightly when she finished, and it wasn’t long before she dropped his gaze again.
The boy was silent for a few long moments, his expression unreadable as he nodded again, but when he finally spoke, you could feel the tension bleed from your girlfriend’s frame. “Do you still want me to call you Gojo-Sensei?”
Satoru’s head shot up at the question, her expression brightening. “Yeah,” she laughed softly. “Yeah, that’s fine. I like my name, I don’t plan on changing it.” She hesitated for a moment, unsure, then asked, voice small, “Can I give you a hug?”
The blush that dusted Megumi’s face at the question was endearing, and it made you smile, especially when he mumbled that yes, a hug was fine. Satoru was quick to release your hand and close the distance between herself and her ward, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
“Thanks, Gumi,” she whispered, face half buried in his hair.
His arms came up to wrap around her in return. “Just tell me when I can start correcting people about your pronouns and everything,” he replied. He peeked at you around his teacher’s arm, and you could see a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“You gonna get into fights defending me?” the sorceress asked, somewhat teasingly; given Megumi’s violent streak in middle school, it wasn’t entirely impossible.
“If I have to, yeah. Nobody’s getting away with that shit on my watch.”
She let out a choked half-laugh, half-sob at his words, and squeezed him a bit tighter. “I love you, Gumi.”
The words caught both you and Megumi off guard, his face going an even deeper shade of red; Satoru hadn’t said those words to the boy since he was little, probably because he’d been resistant to the sentiment – understandably so, after everything he’d gone through so early in his life.
This time, though, he didn’t try to squirm away from the affection, or deflect or ignore what had been said to him. Instead, he squeezed Satoru a bit tighter, and whispered something that sounded an awful lot like “Love you, too.”
i'm an animal rn apparently sorry guys. i've finished 3 fics in 8 days (even tho i've spaced out posting them here). i hope you're enjoying my insanity at least AHAHA. also peep the new divider!!! i'll be using it going forward bc it's cute and is perfect for this series 💜
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Your new girlfriend, Satoru, comes home with you for Christmas – and immediately becomes your family’s favourite. She helps in the kitchen, charms your parents, and dresses up as Santa just to make your little cousins laugh. Until you stay alone for the evening, with the warm fireplace and Satoru's present for you. Oh, is it...oh! Merry Christmas!
spinoff to my pretty pretty girl
content/warnings: fem! gojo, fem! reader, female gojo is masc, wlw, oral (fem receiving), fingering, whimpering, lesbian sex, flirting, fluff, both fall for each other, oneshot, Christmas, Satoru is a Santa Claus lmao, first time using a strap-on hehe, top!Gojo, penetrative sex, Merry Christmas!
pairings: fem!Gojo x fem!Reader
a/n:
dividers by @saradika-graphics, wc: 6k
"I don't know", Satoru said, looking at your phone with a family chat displayed on it.
Your family was going crazy about the idea of your new date joining you for Christmas. You've been together for a few months already, having started dating immediately after your first meeting. You worked so well together that after a month, you moved into her apartment, leaving your shabby dorm. You almost live here anyway, she said one day, after you, really, didn't come back to your place for a week. And then she offered that you should move in, because I'm lonely without you here, and want you to have close baby, so you finally moved in. And it was amazing!
So now, while planning to go back home for Christmas break, you really wanted to introduce her to your family. You knew Satoru's family wasn't around much, leaving her alone with a substantial amount of money, which she loved to spoil you with.
However, her parents not paying her attention also meant her spending Christmas alone, in your overly big, sometimes a bit too cold apartment. And you absolutely hated this idea.
"They will love you!" you said, looking at Satoru's frowning face.
She bit her lip, checking the messages your relatives sent to the group chat.
And, well, they were more than happy to finally meet their dear daughter's date!
Satoru, what a nice name!
Oh, bring him home!
Don't forget to take plates, darling! We're going to have so many people!
Should I already think about the wedding gifts?
But there was something weird about these messages, which Satoru noticed just after a while.
"Do they know you're dating a woman?" she asked.
And then looked at you, with your suddenly widening eyes and mouth forming in a small o, telling her everything she needed to know.
Satoru sighed, getting up from your soft couch and going to the kitchen. She started preparing the second portion of hot chocolate, with small marshmallows and whipped cream on top. She glanced at you with amusement, following the changing expressions on your face. Shock, disbelief, disappointment, irritation, then shock again, and finally calmness.
"They're going to be fine with it," you waved your hand.
She smiled, decorating her cup with additional small chocolates shaped like a Christmas tree.
"Will they?" she murmured. "They won't make a scene or, I don't know, disown you? We can always just go back and have Christmas here, you know..."
"Satoru! My parents aren't homophobic! They were always telling me that I can bring home whoever I want," you said, already writing back that your date is truly excited to meet them too!
Satoru came back and sat on a couch, giving you a Santa-shaped cup. It was pleasantly warm in your hand, with a sweet smell, slowly soothing your nerves.
"If you're sure of it," she sighed, looking back at the Christmas movie you were watching. "I just... don't want to make everyone uncomfortable. I'm okay with spending Christmas alone, you know? As I always d–"
You quickly shut her up with a kiss, leaving a chocolately aftertaste on her plump lips. She looked at you through these beautiful, wavy eyes, with a bit of worry in her gaze. You brushed back her snowy hair, kissing her cheek.
"Stop, dumbass. How could I allow you to spend Christmas alone? I already have a present, you know?" you smiled.
And then she grinned, looking at you with this foxy gaze and biting a fresh piercing in her lip.
"Oh yeah, I also have something for you," she murmured, putting a small peck on your lips. Then she came down to your neck, slowly kissing her way down, right till your cleavage. "I think you'll be very, very satisfied."
"Mmm, really?" you gasped, putting your hands into her white locks.
"Yeah, baby, trust me."
You both forgot about the movie playing in the background and the hot chocolate cooling down your coffee table. You forgot about everything when Satoru's tongue finally finds a way down to your wet pussy, lapping sweetly through your folds.
And, oh, you could just wonder what it was that made her so happy.
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Your hometown wasn't that far, only a two-hour ride away from your apartment. In the early morning, you packed your bags into Satoru's car and, after a quick stop for a morning coffee, chocolate for me, double whipped cream, add some marshmallows if you have, and oh, these gingerbread cookies if you still have them for Satoru, you got out on the road.
You texted your parents that you're on your way, once again nervously checking the family chat. You bit your lip, staring at the screen for a short time, before you felt a strong hand on your thigh.
"We can always turn back," Satoru hummed, looking at the road.
"No, it's fine. I guess I'm just a bit nervous. They never met any of my partners," you said, looking at the snowy road ahead of you. "And my family can be... intense."
Satoru took a sip of her definitely too-sweet chocolate, giving you a quick look.
Something was definitely bothering you, and she hated to see you nervous like this, tapping fingers on your locked phone and looking at groupchat with a frown.
"Babyyyy," she signed, getting your attention. "So, we're going to fuck with your parents next door?"
You snorted, laughing softly and relaxing a bit. She smiled back, finally seeing the shine coming back to your eyes.
"You'll need to be quiet tho," you turned at her.
You were too nervous to notice it before, but she looked handsome, in a suit, elegant trousers and a white shirt, with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, presenting deliciously strong forearms, with long fingers tightly gripping the wheel. Silver shone brightly in her eyebrow and lip, with snowy hair slightly brushed back. Your family would never know she was a woman without looking into her soft eyes and hearing this bewitching voice.
She laughed deeply, leaving you with a fluttering heart.
"Baby, I think you need to be quiet. I'm doing all the work anyway, my mouth's always bus–"
She didn't finish when you slightly punched her arm.
"Hey! Don't call me pillow princess. It makes me feel bad," you murmured. "Makes me think I don't satisfy you."
Satoru looked at you quickly, with a sly grin. She tightened her grip on the wheel, seeing your doleful eyes and small pout glancing at you from a frowning forehead.
"But I love you as a pillow princess. Actually, you don't even have to pay me attention, ma'am. You could strangle me with these thighs, and I would thank you."
She received another punch from you, reacting with an even louder laugh and leaving you flushed from ears to toes, with a cute redness spreading on your cheeks.
"Just shut up and drive," you murmured, looking back through the window.
You arrived right after two hours, with the gate of your two-floored house appearing right on the horizon, and a small parking space right outside the building already packed with other cars. You came out to open the gate, seeing all the decorations your parents put out this year.
Colourful lights hanging from the roof, an inflatable Santa Claus welcoming guests right near the door, icicles forming right above the windows, just waiting for someone to walk under to drop and split on their head. But well, just don't walk there, your mother loves how they look, your father would say, always avoiding the path right under them.
Satoru drove inside and parked her car right next to six others.
"Baby, how big did you say your family is?" she asked, taking your luggage from the trunk.
You laughed nervously, looking at her knitted eyebrows and eyes slowly scanning the winter wonderland your house was always turning into during Christmas.
"Well," you started, walking with her right to the front door. "It's all the aunts and uncles, cousins and oh, also some mom's friends"
Satoru looked at you with a scowl, your two suitcases held tightly in her arms. She laughed nervously when you knocked on the door, hearing the loud noises quieting down.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at how you bit your lips and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Don't stress, it'll be fin–"
And then the doors opened, someone's thin arms closing you in a warm embrace.
"Oh dear!" you heard your mother's voice.
She smelled like milk and sugar, probably spending all day in the kitchen, preparing everything for the upcoming party. Although she could probably use some of your help, now that you were here, as you still had two days till Christmas Eve.
"Hi, Mom," you said, hugging her back, feeling her kiss your temple. "I missed you so much."
She rushed you inside, glancing shortly at Satoru, although not giving her full attention. You knew the introduction would happen with all the family members, probably in the most uncomfortable setting you could think of, with both of you exposed to the prying eyes of your aunts and cousins.
You stepped inside first, shrugging off your coat, the familiar warmth of your childhood home wrapping around you instantly. Christmas decorations crowded every surface – garlands on the bannister, blinking lights framing family photos that hadn’t been updated in years.
Satoru followed right behind you, suitcases still in hand, pausing for half a second like she was bracing herself before crossing a battlefield.
Your dad appeared almost immediately, as if summoned by instinct alone. Before either of you could react, he pulled Satoru into a firm hug, laughing warmly as he ruffled her hair.
"Well, look at you," he said with approval. "Strong arms. Good posture."
Satoru stiffened a bit, then laughed it off, returning the hug politely. You leaned in to kiss your dad's cheek.
You felt your mother watching from behind, like a hawk, curiously looking between you and Satoru.
"What a handsome young man you brought,” she whispered, looking with a smile at Satoru. "So sturdy, almost reminds me of your father when he was young. I bet they could have some man-to-man talks, don't you think?"
You laughed – too loudly, too nervously – and shot Satoru a look that screamed please don’t panic.
Oh, Satoru thought, this is it.
"Good morning, ma'am," she said, shaking her hand. "My name's Gojo Satoru, your daughter's girlfriend."
The quietness suddenly was so sharp, you could almost hear it cutting through your nerves. And of course, all the cousins, aunties and grandparents gathered in a hallway to meet your new "boyfriend". All of them suddenly stopped in place, maybe even stopped breathing, looking at both you and Satoru, almost sweating in winter jackets you still had on.
Somewhere in the background, you heard your cousins whispering you owe me ten and your aunt commenting that I always knew. Oh, you were not beating lesbian allegations, weren’t you?
"Should I warm up the car?" Satoru whispered, and you jabbed her side with an elbow.
But then, suddenly, your mom clapped her hands and put them on Satoru's face.
"Of course, just look at her eyes! No man ever could have such beautiful eyes. And these long lashes!" she chittered, looking at Satoru's surprised face.
She froze, blue eyes wide as your mom examined her like a prized porcelain doll.
Your dad hummed in agreement. “Yeah, no son-in-law of mine could look like that.”
Laughter rippled through the hallway, the tension dissolving all at once. Satoru relaxed visibly, shoulders dropping as she laughed.
You released a deep breath, you didn't know was stuck in your lungs. Your thoughts cleared a bit when you saw Satoru's red cheeks, her shy eyes following all the greetings from your aunts, cousins and grandparents, all of them complementing her height, do you play basketball?, looks, are you a model perhaps?, even her hair, looks like we have a person who'll dress up as Santa Claus!
"That's surprising," you heard a sarcastic voice next to you.
Utahime, your mom's best friend's daughter, who always somehow spent Christmas with you, was leaning against the living room's doorframe.
You hugged her warmly and laughed, looking at Satoru already squirming in her place.
"Yeah, well," you whispered. "You're not surprised?"
"Nah," Utahime shook her head. "You were not beating lesbian allegations. I just won twenty from brats," she pointed at Nobara, Yuji and Megumi, your three cousins, sitting in the living room. "Anyways, I hope she won't get tired of us. You know how your family is..."
Intense, she didn't manage to finish, when your grandma asked Satoru who the man in your relationship was and your poor girlfriend looked at you helplessly.
"Okay, okay, let us unpack, and we'll join you soon," you interrupted, showing Satoru to take your suitcases upstairs. "We'll change and come back down."
"We're decorating gingerbreads today, come quickly!" said your grandma, going back to the kitchen.
"Are they allowed to share a room?" you heard your father whispering to your mom, receiving a nasty look from her.
"It's not like she'll get pregnant, let them be," she scolded him, pushing back to the kitchen.
You shook your head, taking Satoru right to your childhood room. Home looked as warm as you remembered, always full of life with people coming and going, constantly hanging around your living room and kitchen. You loved it and sometimes, sitting alone in your dorm, you would miss the smell of the fresh cake every weekend, your aunts and uncles visiting you every few days, cousins dropping by for dinner as they lived quite close, and grandparents always watching TV in the living room.
And Christmas, oh, they were the best! You were so excited for the next few days, even Satoru laughed at you, seeing how happily you took the Christmas sweaters you bought for both of you.
"There's so cute! Don't you think?" you asked her, while Satoru looked around your old room.
The posters of your favourite actors, some high school photos, a shelf full of teenage books, and even a diary lying on your desk.
"Your room is so... teenagey," she said, looking at your DVD collection. She started looking through them, laughing at all your emo-era collection. "You must have had a great childhood."
You took off your shirt to wear a new sweater.
"Yeah, it was wonderful," you said. "And yours was...?"
A second later, cold hands wrapped around your bra, with slim fingers digging under it, to wrap softly around your tits.
"I live through my childhood dream right now," she whispered, squeezing her hands.
"Toru! Your hands are so cold!" you squeaked, trying to push her off.
She laughed, and you felt her warm breath on your neck, with breast pressing against your back.
"So warm them up, pretty girl," she murmured, peppering your neck with kisses, going right from your jaw to the collarbone.
You moaned softly when she pinched your nipples and turned you to face her. Her piercing blue eyes stared at your flushed cheeks and soft breasts, already spilling over the bra cups.
"We don't have time," you whispered, putting your hands into her white locks.
She looked at you with a sly smile, bending down to your ear.
"You underestimate me," she whispered, and you felt a shiver running down your spine.
The strong smell of her perfume was cooing your senses, warm and woody, spreading the scent of a winter cottage and fireplace, pleasantly clinging to her skin. You felt her fingers slowly clipping off your bra, going down to your jeans, already uncomfortably sticking to your wet panties.
"We have five minutes at last, if you just wait till the eveni–"
And then you heard a knock on the door, someone struggling with a handle, and a weak voice.
"Auntie," you heard your sweet cousin, the youngest one, slowly opening the door.
Your eyes widened, comprehending the dishevelled state you were in, with your tits out and half taken off jeans.
Satoru, however, reacted quicker, coming to the door, while you put a Christmas sweater over your head.
She opened them, just a bit, only to see a small girl standing outside, dressed in another sweater. Oh, your family must've been obsessed with them.
"Hey sweetie," she said calmly, crouching to level her height. "Your auntie changes her clothes. Do you need anything?"
Your cousin was shyly eyeing Satoru, her gaze going back and forth between her unnaturally white hair and intense blue eyes, checking her up and down with a weak blush. And then, she extended her small hand and touched Satoru's soft locks, smiling widely, with one of her front teeth out.
"Are you Santa Claus?" she asked sweetly, melting Satoru's heart.
Satoru took her small hands into hers and squeezed them slightly.
"Do you think I look like an old man?" she asked with a chuckle, receiving a giggle from your cousin.
You listened to their conversation with a smile while freshening up in the bathroom. You had no idea that Satoru was good with children, although you knew she could be quite childish herself, making up for the bad childhood she experienced with her own family. You didn't know exactly what happened, but pieces of the story she shared with you, about attempts to put her into an arranged marriage, internal homophobia of her relatives and rigorous bringing up among clan members, were enough for you to understand that there was a reason for her cutting off contact with her parents.
"Aren't you old? You have white hair," your cousin said unceremoniously, and you needed to hold to the bathroom counter to contain a loud snort.
Satoru pouted, looking at your oblivious cousin with a sad puppy face.
"I may not be Santa Claus, but I know the guy. If you'll be a naughty girl, I'll tell him to send Grinch instead," she said and started to tickle your cousin, receiving an ear-piercing squeak from her.
"I'll be good, I'll be good! Auntie, you're not old!" Satoru took her hands off her ribs and ruffled her hair.
"That's what I thought."
And then you opened the door fully, looking down at your two pretty girls.
"Auntie, your girlfriend is mean!" said your cousin, pointing out with a smile at Satoru.
You glanced at your offended girlfriend, pressing her hand to her chest.
"Well, I guess she doesn't deserve a present then, right?" you asked, picking your cousin up.
She nodded her small head, showing pinkish tongue at Satoru.
"You brat," Satoru whispered, coming at her again with her dangerous, tickling fingers and getting yet another squeak.
"Satoru, go change into the sweater I prepared for you! And go down to us," you said, taking your cousin back to the kitchen.
"Yes, ma'am," she said, placing one last kiss on your cheek. "We'll finish what we started later," she whispered, her warm breath tickling your skin.
You felt a warmth spreading on your cheeks, and with a scoff, you left with a cousin in your hands.
"Auntie, what will you finish later? Can I join?" she asked innocently, looking at you with her big, brown eyes.
Your face became even warmer when you uncomfortably cleared your throat.
"No, honey, it was a game for adults only," you muffled, coming into the kitchen filled with the smell of sugar and laughter.
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It was already late evening. Your entire family was gathered in the living room, carols humming softly from the speakers, the crackling fireplace filling the space with warmth and the comforting scent of burning wood. You and Satoru shared an armchair – she sat back against soft cushions, relaxed and unbothered, while you occupied her lap as if it were the most natural place in the world.
A mug of mulled wine rested in your hand, its heat seeping into your fingers and its sweetness making your head pleasantly light. You found yourself giggling more than usual, your laughter spilling out before you could stop it.
But Satoru didn't mind, listening to you with a soft smile, rather amused. Her arm was safely secured around your waist, thumb brushing slow circles against your side whenever you laughed loudly.
What made your chest feel even warmer was how much your family adored her.
She'd spent the entire day helping with Christmas preparations, effortlessly slipping into the rhythm of your home. Your relatives eagerly pulled her into every task, marvelling at her strength while she kneaded dough or carried heavy boxes with decorations.
"Maybe I should get myself a girlfriend," Nobara murmured at some point, looking the way Satoru wooed all women in your house.
"Oh, you must train a lot," added one of your aunts, giggling like a teenage girl.
Satoru just laughed, scratching the back of her neck with that boyish grin of hers, glancing at you like she found the whole thing particularly entertaining.
She'd charmed everyone – your mom, aunts, even your usually reserved uncle – somehow balancing her unbreakable confidence with gentleness, warmth and attention. Every now and then, she would check on you, quietly making sure you weren't overworking yourself, guiding you away from chores, knowing how stressful last semester was for you.
At one point, your mom had shooed you out of the kitchen entirely, as you're supposed to decorate cookies, not eat half of them. Strangely enough, she hadn't said a word when Satoru sampled some of them just to make sure they were ready, nodding seriously before stealing another one when she thought no one was looking.
So now, sitting in a cozy living room with your family, you felt her breath tickling your ear.
"Your family is wonderful," she said, hugging you tighter and placing a small kiss on your shoulder. "Now I know why you are the way you are."
You giggled, welcoming her discreet touch.
Fireplace was crackling in the background. Soft voices were spreading around the room. Yuji changed a music, receiving a pat on a shoulder from your grandma, while Megumi was listening to Nobara and Utahime gossiping on the sofa. Once in a while he would nod his head, supporting Nobara’s statement, whether it was.
The mistletoe between hallway and living room was hanging from the door frame, lush green gaining your attention.
And Satoru’s too.
Her eyes flicked up, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at her lips as her grip on your waist tightened just a little.
"Don’t even think about it," you whispered with a sly smile, receiving a chuckle from her.
She kissed your shoulder last time, pressing her lips maybe longer than she should have.
"Don’t worry," she murmured. "I'll behave. Mostly."
You weren't sure whether to believe her, but judging the way her thumb brushed the skin right under your bra, you expected quite interesting weekend.
But the Christmas Eve arrived far too early, with both of you waking up to the dishes clanking downstairs, screams of your youngest cousins and the smell of coffee drifting upstairs.
You shifted and immediately became painfully aware of Satoru beside you.
She was still asleep, hair a mess against the pillow, one arm thrown loosely over your waist like she’d claimed you sometime in the night and never let go. For a moment, you just lay there, breathing her in, remembering how close you’d come to forgetting yourselves the evening before.
She was, in fact, not behaving at all, with your stuttering breaths and soft moans flowing right to her open lips, kissing yours so sweetly. You usually weren't going at each other like rabbits, but the last few days away from the privacy you built up in your home made you wet like crazy around each other, one look from Satoru being enough to squeeze your thighs a bit harder than usual, with your panties sticking right to your pussy lips.
But there was always if.
If not for the walls.
If not for the people.
If not for the way your mother had nearly walked in twice.
Satoru stirred, slowly blinking. When she noticed you watching her, a lazy grin spread across her face.
"Morning to my pretty girl," she murmured. "Still disappointed?"
You snorted softly. "Extremely."
She laughed and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
"Let's get ready, maybe today we're going to have some luck."
You watched her muscular back slowly disappear in a bathroom. But before she closed the door, you noticed a flash of white hair peeking out, and her perked nipples, looking at you so sweetly, you felt like going through a second puberty.
"Join me?" she asked with a grin, leaning against the doorframe.
Oh, the only thing you were dreaming about now was eating her out, looking at her strong forearms tensing up every time you sucked her clit and long fingers diving in your hair, pulling them lightly as if scared to give you more pain.
But before you could even stand up, your mom knocked on the door once, and Satoru quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
As you said, there were many ifs when it came to your sexual life in this house.
Before you noticed, Christmas Eve passed in a blur of warmth and noise.
The living room was chaos in the best way – wrapping paper everywhere, mugs of hot chocolate being passed around, someone always talking too loudly. The table was heavy with all the food, and you noticed how everything was slowly landing on Satoru's plate because you need to try it, or it's my speciality, and this is our family's traditional dish.
She was trying each one by one, humming softly and nodding her head. You smiled, looking at how happy she was, surrounded by people who loved and appreciated her. You knew she needed it, this type of love, she never got from her own parents. And you also knew how difficult it was for her to show emotions honestly, trying to have a healthy relationship based on trust and love, not a forceful arrangement.
At some point, your uncle clapped his hands together.
“Well,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I guess Santa is coming soon. Kids, can you hear him?”
And when all the smallest cousins ran up to the window, Satoru silently left the room.
The Santa costume was ridiculous. Far too tight in places it shouldn’t be, the hat sitting crooked in her white hair. She played the role with dramatic seriousness, lowering her voice, handing out gifts with exaggerated ceremony, pulling children – and then adults – into brief hugs.
You laughed so heartily, seeing happiness just radiating from her.
When it was your turn, she leaned in close, voice low.
"Were you a good girl this year?" she asked, winking at you.
You could just pray that none of your family members saw the blush spreading across your cheeks.
You giggled. "The best one."
She hummed in agreement, giving you a small box, wrapped in a cute, red paper.
You looked at her, surprised, because, well, giving presents was one of her love languages, and you had already explicitly told her that you didn't want anything for Christmas.
But nevertheless, you peeled back the paper carefully, lifting the lid and immediately sucked in a quiet breath. Nestled inside was a pair of delicate earrings, catching the warm glow of the lights, elegant but unmistakably you.
"Oh," you whispered. "Satoru…"
"They made me think of you," she said lightly, but her gaze softened, watching your reaction closely. "They look like my pretty girl."
You looked up at her, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. "I love them."
She leaned closer then, voice dropping again so only you could hear.
"Good," she said. "Because that’s just something small."
Oh. You cleared your throat, checking if everyone was for sure busy with unpacking their own gifts.
You blinked. "Small?"
She straightened, grin turning wicked. "Mhm. The real present comes later."
Your heart skipped a beat, heat rushing right to your core, spreading pleasantly, and you, once again, found yourself needing to squeeze your thighs during the last few hours.
And then the words you were long awaiting finally spread across the room.
"We're to the neighbours", your mother said, announcing the yearly tradition your relatives had with a few close-by families. "You two stay home, make sure the fireplace won't burn it."
You almost started kissing her feet when you saw your family (all of them!) putting on jackets, saying goodbye so long that one could think it was the last time you were seeing each other, and finally leaving the house.
Suddenly, it was quiet. The carols hummed in the background, the fire crackled warmly, and the Christmas tree shone brightly, bathing the room in colourful lights.
"So," the air shifted when Satoru came closer, standing right behind you, with her warm hands on your hips. "Were you a good girl this year?"
You turned around, eyeing her with a smirk, your eyes going up and down between her heavy, horny gaze and plump lips, already so wet you could only imagine them sucking your clit.
"I don't know, was I?" you asked, putting her hand on your soft breast, squeezing it slightly.
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"Oh god, Toru," you gasped out, back arching, your wet folds rutting against Satoru's tongue, lapping around your bundle of nerves in slow circles, which made you absolutely crazy.
She was sloppy, and you loved it, eating you out like it was her first time on earth, whimpering and delighting herself in your sweet juices, dripping down her chin right on the carpet.
That's right – carpet. You didn't even make it to the hallway when Satoru tore your clothes off right in the middle of the living room, leaving you in a red set. And, oh, it was a good choice, because it worked on her so easily, making her pupils dilate and breath quicken, before she manhandled you and spread right on the carpet, next to the fireplace.
You could feel the warmth of the fire, its tongue sweetly licking your skin. You looked like an angel in its orange light, with parted lips and a delicate frown, eyes locked directly on Satoru, who had been looking up at you for a whole time.
And then she put in the first finger, and then the second one, which made you absolutely go feral, riding her hand with teary eyes. She was still sucking your clit, pinching and kissing her softly, with fingers curling right at your sweet spot, she already knew the location by heart.
"Tell Santa, was my pretty girl good this year?" she teased, kissing you up, through your belly, then your breast, her lip closing around your pink nipple, and then going right to your throat.
Her fingers were still inside, absolutely drenched in your juices, your cunt squeezing around them as if it wanted to milk her dry.
"I–nghh Toru–I w-was soooo good," you whimpered, running your fingers through her white locks, her neck already sweating from the fire licking your two naked bodies.
"Does my pretty, good girl want to come?"
And you couldn't even form the words, just rolling your hips against her palm, absolutely lost in pleasure.
"P-plea–"
But she took out her fingers before you could finish, sliding them down her body, strong core, and narrow hips, right to her glistening pussy, spreading her own lips wide and mixing your juices together.
Oh dear god, she couldn't get you worked up even more, hearing her almost silent moan and a long strip forming between her fingers.
You saw her clit, peeking out of puffy lips, just waiting to be sucked and licked. And you couldn't wait to bury your nose inside her.
But then she turned around, taking a box placed right behind her that you hadn't even noticed before.
"This is your actual present," she said, her eyes already glistening with excitement.
You noticed the "actual" part as if she hadn't already spent half her fortune on you.
The box she gave you was quite long, wrapped in similar red paper and decorated with golden ribbon. You tore the paper off, and the first thing you saw was... oh.
"Toru!" you whispered as if your family could hear you.
But she just smiled cunningly, glancing at the elegant, black strap-on, with almost luxuriously carved silver details, lying in your hand so heavy that all the confidence from before suddenly disappeared.
"You said you wanted to try," she hummed, her nose snuzzling against your cheek, receiving a single sharp moan from you. "Now I can actually fuck you."
Oh, you could feel yourself drooling when Satoru put an inner dildo inside her obscenely drenched pussy, giving you a load moan you ate right away with a kiss. She put the belt around her waist, the black leather straps fitting perfectly to her toned muscles.
And then you saw it. She, kneeling in front of you with a dildo attached to her hips, imitating her real cock, and this masculine body, toned arms and wide back, she really started to remind a man. But her eyes were still so sweet, touch so gentle and kind. Although now, when she put you in all fours, with your ass up and her heavy hand pressing your neck against the pillows, she was definitely not kind and neither gentle.
"Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot," she panted, brushing the dildo against your pussy lips, gathering your juice around its silicone skin.
Your brain was fuzzy, back arched so much it almost hurt, head spinning from the delayed orgasm and a new one already building up, just at the thought of your Satoru railing you on this fucking carpet, in your parents' house, none of you knowing when your family is coming back.
"T-toru," you sobbed, pushing yourself against the wet tip of her "cock", feeling the biiiiig stretch when it pressed against your tight muscles. "I need y-you, please, fuck, Satoru."
She quietly whined, another dildo shifting inside her, brushing right against the G-spot.
And she finally forced it fully inside you, her thick "cock" kissing your cervix, and her hand gently going up and down your spine, pushing your bare chest against the carpet.
"B-baby," she whimpered, her hands ramming you on her hips so strongly, fingers clenching on your skin. "Your pussy looks so good around me, mhmm."
Your eyes rolled back, breath caught in your throat, fingers tightly holding the carpet, when you heard another moan coming from Satoru and felt her fingers on your clit. She was strong, thick and mind-blowing, filling you so good you wish she could cum inside you, spill her thick juices right to your cervix.
She pinched your clit, a shudder went through your body, and you started moaning like an actress in cheap porn. You even look similar, with eyes crossing, perked nipples brushing against the carpet and fat hips just pushing themselves back on Satour's cock.
You didn't know it was possible, but she went even deeper, the dildo's skin brushing your clenching walls, soaked in sweet juices.
"Fuck–baby–I c-can't."
She put both her hands on your hips, tilting her head back, strands of her short, white hair sticking to her sweating forehead.
You looked back at her, with glassy eyes and swollen lips, looking so fucked out, something flickered in her eyes. Neediness, hunger, something with so much force, you could feel it in your lungs when she gave you a strong push.
"Don't look at me like that–fuck," she pulled back and slammed into you again, even harder. "I'm gonna cum soon–mmmm baby god–my pretty pretty good girl," and then her hand went back to your swollen clit, brushing smooth circles around her, pinching and rolling between her fingers so softly, your vision almost went out. "If only I could cum inside you–fuckkk–baby, you have no idea ahhhh."
And with the next three thrusts, both of you shuddered, going almost still on both dildos, absolutely lost in your own pleasure, Satoru gripping your thighs so hard you could already feel small bruises forming under her fingers. Everything inside you tightened, and you moaned right into the carpet, to not let your whole neighbourhood hear the end of your Christmas Eve.
Satoru pulled out, collapsing on your back and quickly rolling to the side on the soft carpet.
Neither of you talked for a moment, trying to calm down your breaths, listening to the fire crackling in the back.
And then Satoru put her head on your chest, nose buried right between your soft breast, breathing you hard as if you could disappear any second.
"Do you think we can repeat it one day?" she asked softly, purring when you run your fingers through her hair. "I love fucking you. Maybe I am the man in this relationship, hm? It's a pity I can't get you pregnant."
You snorted, receiving a soft chuckle.
"Merry Christmas, baby," she whispered, raising her head and kissing you softly, so sweetly you felt your stomach turn.
"Merry Christmas, Toru."
Merry Christmas! I hope you like the wlw spinoff. I may be more attracted to fem Satoru than the actual one lmao.
You've been begging your husband to fix the sink for so looong, you finally decided to take the matter into your own hands and ask for someone's help. You just didn't expect that, aside from the sink, another hole would also get plugged!
pairings: Transfem!Gojo x MILF!Reader
content/warnings: MDNI 18+, wlw, Gojo still has a dick, p in v, slight breedink kink, creampie, mommy reader, age gap, gojo is a student, oral (fem. rec.), femjo, cowgirl, cunnilingus, naoya is your husband so cheating is okay, housewife reader
WC: 4.2k
divider by @pixopix
art by @wacuoms
You've said it once. Twice. Thrice, asking, reminding, fuming, pointing out to your stupid husband that the kitchen's sink was jammed (really jammed!) and using it was nearly impossible.
But it seemed as if he didn't really comprehend the gravity of the situation, murmuring something under his breath about getting it done, wait till I finish this match, I'll do it after getting back from the boys, I'm too tired now. And after a few days of begging, he suddenly announced that a work meeting popped up and he needed to go abroad right away.
Dear God!
You truly hated this man, and if not for your three-year-old daughter and the fact of being a poor housewife, you'd surely slap divorce papers on his desk right after the wedding night. But you couldn't, for a single reason: your parents adored him (and his heritage), so unless you wanted to end up on the streets as a single mother with no work whatsoever, Naoya needed to stay your husband. That's it!
And when the sink clogged again, this time for good, with not even a tiny droplet able to push through the greasy pipes, you decided to take care of it yourself. Well, maybe not yourself, but made a quick call to Shoko – Hey, remember when you told me about your friend? What was her name? Is she still doing all this handwork? – and got an appointment for the same evening.
It was eight p.m., with your daughter long asleep and the sweet smell of your freshly baked pie floating around the kitchen. Tomorrow was big day – your daughter's first party! As in a sense of her friend's birthday party, with all the other children from the group and a promised swimming pool. You thought that maybe Naoya would join you, seeing how excited your daughter was, but as the fuckass husband he was, a business trip was much more significant. The least you could do then was to bake your daughter's favourite pie and bring it for tomorrow's big occasion.
While the hot tray sat on the kitchen counter to cool down, a soft knock suddenly filled your apartment.
That must've been her!
And when you opened the door, still dressed in a pinkish apron and hair clipped messily, maybe a bit of flour on your cheeks and cherry fragrance following you around, your heart suddenly panged. Because right there, outside your wooden doors, stood the most handsome woman you've ever seen.
She was tall, taller than your husband, although it wasn't any accomplishment, with her blue eyes glancing at you heartily. Snowish hair draped the base of her neck, white strands tickling the milky skin of her shoulder, when lips lifted up in a sweet smile.
"Good evening, ma'am. I'm Gojo Satoru." Oh, how cute her voice was, though slightly low for a woman, with a bit of hoarseness. "May I?"
"Yes, I'm sorry," you cleared your throat, opening the doors wider. "Please, come in."
She smiled, coming into your warm home. Heavy smell followed her, of sweet perfumes mixed with a bit of mint, maybe a smoke too, as she stood inside your hallway with long legs hugged by loose jeans and a white strap top, showing her creamy cleavage.
"I've heard you've got a problem with a sink?" she asked, following you right to the kitchen.
She noticed the little mess on the counter and a fresh pie looking rather tasty, but expected nothing less, seeing bits of flour on your reddened cheeks and fingers dipped in rosy sauce.
"Please, could you take a look at it. It worked till today, but then..." you looked around, biting your lips embarrassingly. "I think I clogged it even more... Go–"
She laughed, indeed noticing bits of raw dough still stuck to the deep, elegant sink – the one people spend a fortune on just to match the gold and marble elements of their cold houses. But your home wasn't cold at all, rather quite cozy and lovely, with deep wooden furniture and candles lit here and there, giving a warm glow that kissed your blushed cheeks.
"Please, just call me Satoru, ma'am," She said, opening the shelf under the sink to check whether the pipes were leaking.
You smiled sweetly, nodding your head. Satoru brought all the tools with her and a moment later dipped under the sink, head on the floor, shirt slightly up, showing a bit of her flat belly with gently curved muscles.
She was lean indeed, with quite broad shoulders and a slim waist, but you noticed the fatness of her breasts, hugged by the tight top. She looked younger, and you wondered how old she could possibly be, seeing the creaminess of her skin and smooth cheeks.
"You really clogged it quite well," she suddenly chuckled, head peaking out from under the sink. You sat near the table, eyes glued to her tall body – long fingers working on something, eyes focused.
You jolted, seeing that she caught you red-handed, and cleared your throat. "Yes, well, I promised my daughter to bake a pie for her tomorrow's party. I wanted to be careful, but as you see, it got worse."
Satoru nodded, eyes going back to the pipes. "How old is your girl?"
"Three this year."
She hummed, staying quiet for a while.
Nothing but the sweetness of cherry pie and the gentle clacking of her metal tools filled the room, as you sat at the table, with chin propped on a hand, and eyes, again, looking at your handy... woman?
And you really, truly thought that from this angle she wouldn't see your longing gazes, but the truth was that Satoru could almost feel the hole you burned through her body. She tried to stay composed, keep lips flat, but the sight of such a sweet mom gazing at her with loving eyes was difficult to ignore!
"So..." she started, not peeking away from the blocked pipes. "You have a husband?"
She heard your hefty sigh, followed by a faint cursing, as you tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Unfortunately. My fuckass husband," you muttered, and Satoru truly wanted to feel bad for you – another lovely woman stuck in a horrible marriage – but instead, something selfish bloomed in her chest.
"I wish I could say ex-husband, but I'm just a housewife with nothing in my name," you continued, lips pushed, another wave of anger coiling in your throat.
"Problems in paradise?" She pried further, trying to keep her voice as flat as possible. Eyes and lips hidden under the darkness of the shelf, hiding the cheeky grin growing on her face.
You stood up and went around her, taking two wine glasses. She gave you a little nod, seeing your you want some? face, and you filled them half with sweet, white wine.
"There was no paradise. Never. I got pregnant young, we weren't married, our families decided that we needed to do it for the sake of their pride," you took a long sip of cold drink, feeling it trickling down your throat. "He's also rich, so my parents pressured me to marry him. I resigned from university, stayed at home."
Anger, irritation, tiredness – everything bubbled in your chest as you reminisced about your younger years. Well, you weren't old, not even thirty, but if you could go back in time and not have this drunk sex with the disgusting husband of yours, surely you would do it.
Satoru plunged from the sink and also took a quick sip. She was never drinking on a job, but, well, how could she refuse to enjoy her time with such a lovely, rather lonely woman?
"I'm sorry to hear that," she looked at you with a warm and genuine smile, wet lips shining under the gentle flames of candles sitting on the table. You shrugged and waved your hand, as if trying to disperse the gloomy mood your words had set.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't complain about my life to a stranger woman."
"I don't mind," Satoru murmured, dipping back under the sink. Low jeans showed a bit of her lingerie, and you noticed that it looked quite... manly? Like the boxers Naoya wore, with an elastic band that clasped her hips. "You can tell me more, actually. If you want to, of course."
You wanted to, as talking to her felt easy and pleasant. Especially when she was focusing her gaze on something other than your lips and plump breasts under the tight shirt, with nipples perking even from under the apron.
Of course, you noticed!
"Do you have a husband?"
She laughed much louder than before, peeking from under the sink just to give you an are you joking? look.
"Do I look like I would have a husband?" A sweet giggle pushed from her throat, and you turned your reddened face away, short nails tapping the wooden surface of the table.
"Do you have..." you started again, taking a looong sip of the wine. Your apartment suddenly felt hot and stuffy, with flames licking your ashamed cheeks, and alcohol made you a bit woozy. "Someone, then?"
Gojo didn't look, didn't even glance, keeping her head still under the sink. And you thanked God for it, because the question came out quite squeaky and not appropriate to be asked by a married woman.
"Sorry," you added quickly, clearing throat nervously. "I didn't mean to pry."
Satoru chuckled and shook her head. You didn't know whether it was the answer to your question or her just telling you that she indeed didn't mind prying, (both), but the silence that fell after was marked by specific tension. None of you talked, with Satoru almost finishing her job and you keeping her tipsy company near the table, still in aproan and simple sweatpants. Your hair fell loosely from an old clip that kept it in, a somewhat okayish pin-up, nails chewed, not seeing a manicurist for quite some time, and fingers dirty from a cherry sauce.
You tried to remember the last time Naoya was intimate with you, but the memory was so old and dusty that your mind couldn't really recall such a moment of sweetness. It was a long time since you've felt desirable, attractive even, never having time to even think about unwinding your desires, be it with him or your deeply hidden sex toys.
And maybe that's why – under the influence of wine and warm feeling coiling in your belly – you suddenly, abruptly, stupidly confessed.
"I never had an orgasm with him."
Satoru's hands stopped. Wrench hung in the air, pipes almost cleaned, with a bucket of greasy water right next to her.
Was it the wind?
Did she mishear you?
Or were you giving her a straightforward hint? Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to play her cards smart and either go along with this horny, married woman or ignore her yearning looks and rosy flush.
She stood up, cleaning her long fingers under the water, finally going smoothly down the unclogged pipes, and thought. Thought hard, with a slight grin and eyes looking down at her long, soapy skin.
She heard your mild cursing and caught feet thumping nervously on the floor.
"I'm sorry," you apologise for the tenth time this evening. "I shouldn't–"
"Would you like to?" Satoru interrupted, her gaze still stuck to her dripping fingers and neatly cut nails.
You jolted. "Excuse me?"
She wiped her hands on dark jeans, hips swaying as she slowly stepped your way. Long legs crossed the short distance in three steps before she stopped in front of you, with cheeky eyes, looking down at your trembling lip.
She was close, too close, with hips at your eye level, milky skin right there, and nothing but a simple restraint stemming your fingers from brushing the curve of her abs.
"I asked," Satoru whispered, cupping your cheeks with her long fingers. You looked absolutely delicious under her touch, with those perked nipples showing through the aproan and flush spreading down your neck. "Would you like to? With me?"
And your plump lips kissing her thumb gently was enough for her sanity to finally snap!
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"Mhm, Toru," you sighed, when her fingers dipped under your shirt, grazing feverish skin with gentle strokes. Up up, going straight for the perked, needy nipples, sensitive under the touch of her still slightly wet fingers. "J-just let's be quiet, please. My daughter–"
Satoru chuckled, towering over you on your soft bed. You were splayed fully, with legs parted and pink aproan long gone, though she mentioned that next time she wants to fuck you with nothing but it.
"You better be quiet, baby," her wet lips glued to your neck, slowly going down, licking, grazing, sucking your skin till another wave of quiet moans filled your dimmed bedroom. "So fucking delicious, can't wait to taste this cunt."
Do what?
"Toru, I've never been..." you mumbled embarrassingly, ears turning red as her eyes abruptly glanced up.
She froze for a moment, with fingers clenched on your nipples and rubbing them in small circles. But then, her face flushed in a sly grin, eyes peeking at your face cheerfully, seeing how horny but inexperienced you seemed to be. A mother, for God's sake!
"You really have a fuckass husband," she chuckled, fully stripping you off your shirt and sweatpants, leaving you in nothing but simple underwear. "It's even better, then. Treat it as me popping your cherry, baby."
You covered your face in shame, hearing her filthy words and fingers moving down down, covering every bump, every curve of your body. Lips sucking on your belly, biting your little pouch till you needed to physically push her down, until you felt her warm breath on your drenched cunt and panties stuck to your folds.
Her eyes never leaving your face, with blue waves almost choking you when her lashes fluttered, and tongue stuck out, just to give you a looong, absolutely messy and nasty lick. Still through your panties, mind you.
"Toru, please," you cried, looking down at her still clothed body. Lean arms pushed against the back of your thighs, fingers digging deep into your skin and soft hair kissing her wet forehead. She looked absolutely gorgeous, beautiful, glancing at your leaking cunt with a smirk, till she finally ripped your panties off.
"Satoru!"
"Don't worry, mama, I'll buy you prettier ones."
And with these words, she plunged deep, like a woman starved, almost as if feasting. Her lips wrapped around your clit, tongue lapping through your folds with a moan that trembled through your core. Her brows furrowed, a gentle creak appearing on her forehead as she licked your cunt absolutely filthily, smacking, slurping, swallowing your honeyed juices.
"Fuck baby, you taste so good, so fucking amazing," she whined, her voice shaking as she gobbled another gush of your creamy saps.
"S-so good, Toru, I feel so– mmmm," back slightly arched, toes curled, fingers deep inside her snowish hair, feeling such pleasure for the very first time in your life.
It was overwhelming, absolutely delicious, maddening, with her fingers slowly working you out. One went in smoothly, slipping into your drenching hole as it sucked it right away.
"Mhm, baby, you're so fucking tight, so sweet. Don't pay me, this is enough," she yapped into your cunt, her sweet eyes following your rising chest, quick breaths, and slightly opened lips. "Feels good? Do you like it? You're so beautiful, my sweet sweet girl, so pretty."
She pushed all of your buttons, letting you melt under her touch and strong hands, long fingers dipping into the fat of your hips and going deep into your cunt, pushing that one plush spot relentlessly.
"Can't wait to have you around my cock. My sweet baby, your pussy's gonna feel sooo good."
Your mind was already foggy, registering nothing but her hands on your skin and the pleasure. These words, however, brought thoughts back, prompting you to lean on your elbows and look at her with your head tilted.
Wait a minute.
Around her what?
"Your..." you started, glancing at her carefully.
But she didn't falter, just smirked, with those sweet lips curving up, ocean eyes squinting, as she started undressing herself.
All clothes one by one – thin top, white bra, freeing her creamy tits that fell down heavily, bouncing softly under her touch. Your eyes traced her body hungrily, taking in the wholeness of her curves and lean muscles. Slightly broad shoulders and pretty, pink nipples, already perked and hardened, as if waiting for your lips to curl around them.
But then she started unzipping her jeans, sliding them off from her lean legs, together with white boxers and... oh.
And what you saw made your thighs clench, needy cunt flatter around nothing. You looked at it drunkily, with a droplet of drool twisting in the corner of your lips, eyes shining as if seeing the most delicious piece of cake.
Her cock was long and fat, with blue veins twisting around its shaft and reddened head wet with sticky sap. It clung to the milky skin of her smooth abdomen, contrasting with plump tits glistening with salty droplets of sweat.
"Close your mouth, baby, or I'll do it," she smirked, as your throat bobbed.
"But you're..." voice wavered, as you looked between her full breasts and hardened cock.
"A woman," Satoru muttered, already bending over to capture your lips in a sweet, short kiss.
You sighed as she quickly turned your position, sitting you down on her cock, with your creamy pussy hugging her fat shaft.
"But how–"
"Oh, I had enough money to correct them," she muttered, placing your hands on her creamy tits. You twirled her nipple, pinching it slightly, feeling the fat under her skin, feeling quite natural.
She placed her hand on the curve of your ass, fingers gripping your skin, as a hint of amusement coiled in her gaze. And then, she moved your hips together with hers, bucking them up, feeling your soaked folds gliding on her trembling cock. "But not enough for this."
You cried, with hands on her belly and eyes fluttering, feeling the heaviness of her shaft trying to slide in your warm cunt.
"Do you mind?" she asked with a cocky smile, enjoying the absolutely wretched state she had put you in, with soft whimpers and blush spreading on your cheeks.
You shook your head and moved your hips again, by yourself, feeling the head of her cock catching on your walls. "I don't, it's beautiful."
Satoru smiled, biting her lip, as she followed your embarrassed moves and fat hips slowly sinking down on her girth.
And oh, she loved it.
Your fingers balancing yourself on her belly, thighs shaking, low whispers escaping your plump lips, eyes fluttering as if begging for a bit of help with filling her lovely cunt.
"You like my cock, baby? Hm? Or did you wish I had a sweet pussy like yours?" She noticed that with each filthy word, your walls fluttered, breath came out slightly flatter.
She listened to your embarrassed stop talking like that, or please shush, and you're so vulgar. But you still moved those hips frenzily, drenched walls swallowing her cock down to the base, with a tip stroking your cervix pleasantly.
And then you started to move – up and down, with her heavy cock deep in your cunt and creamy ring forming around her base. Satoru's long fingers moved from your hips up to the little pouch up to your heavy breasts, bouncing with every motion of your hips.
"Come on, baby, ride me. My sweet mommy, aren't you just delicious? Pussy gripping me so tight I might knock you up," she yelped, feeling your walls wrapping around her cock, as she bucked her hips to kiss your cervix with every thrust.
You pussy sucked her in, muscles squeezed and soaked her sliding shaft, as you jumped on her hips like a little slut, squelch squelch squelch, with closed eyes and spread lips.
"Mhmmm, T-Toru, feels so gooddd," a sweet whine bubbled in your throat, hips riding her even faster, wilder, with breasts sitting comfortably in her palm.
She tried to keep this sly grin, but you noticed droplets of sweat dripping down her temple and a little furrow between her brows. Pinkish lips pushed a quiet moan every time you clenched around her cock.
"F-fuck baby, you're squeezing me so hard. Feels sooo good–ngh, so fucking good, ride me baby," she murmured, palms going back to your hips, to help you stuff your pussy full, guiding the head of her cock to hit exactlyyyy this spongy spot that made your eyes cross. "So beautiful, my beautiful mommy," She slured, palm moving up to your neck, pulling you towards her open lips.
She was fucking you raw but kissing so gently, with her skin musking yours, tongue licking your lips, smooching, biting, as you melted under her honeyed breath.
She murmured, all the time, about how beautiful you were, how stupid your husband was to not treasure such a sweet cunt, how you should divorce him and let her fuck you stupid every night.
And she meant it, all of it, with her lips near your ear, murmuring all the lovely words that made you hop on her cock clumsily and moan ever louder.
You whined as she started to buck her hips rougher, faster, her lips kissing off the tears rolling down your cheeks, fingers circling around your clit, as you felt a heat coiling in your belly.
"S-Satoru, so good, soo good good good mhm, I've n-never–"
"Yeah, baby, I know," she shushed you, fingers working on your clit meaner, pinching the sweet little button that made your back arch and squeeze her every inch so painfully, she almost came. "You close? Hm? Come on, baby, cum for me. My sweet girl, let me breed you again," She whispered, feeling your body shudder, hips bouncing messily, cunt sucking her in like a little slut. "You'll leave that fuckass husband of yours and move in with me. I'll take such good care of you and your daughter, keep your pussy nice and creamy. You can be my housewife too, hm? My sweet little wifey."
"Mhm, yes yes yes," you cried, hips stuttering, thighs shaking, as you felt her head push push push your pudgy womb. "C-come inside, please–ngghh."
Oh, you were driving her absolutely fucking wild. With those pouty lips of yours and weeping eyes, swollen clit and hips moving erratically, as you hopped on her cock, chasing the pleasure.
"Fuck baby, I'm so close. Squeezing me so good, my good fucking girl." Satoru gasped, cocky smile never leaving her lips, fingers cricling your clit faster, cock bullying that spongy spot with each thrust, as your moans started to get pitchier. "Jumping on my cock like a whore, come on baby, let me fill you up."
And with those words, your body finally shuddered. Hips glued to the base of her cock, taking her fully, needily, pussy milking her dry as she came inside you. You looked absolutely worn out, with quick, short moans driving through your lips, eyes shut tight, and nothing but a sweet pleasure spreading all over your body.
Satoru looked no better, pulling you into a messy kiss, with spit and moans and heavy breaths, swallowing all your broken cries. Her arms embraced your wet back as your laid your head on her soft breasts.
"They feel quite natural," you muttered, feeling the spongy structure under your fingers.
She chuckled, brushing your cheek. "Thank you, I paid a lot for them to feel real."
Her cock was still deep inside you, keeping your cunt crammed full of warm cum. "Are you going to get rid of... it?"
She laughed again, and you felt a gentle tremble of her chest. "One day, yeah," she looked down, seeing your little scowl. "Why? Want me to keep it?"
"No, I want you to feel good with yourself," you glanced up, looking straight at her cheerful eyes. "We can just buy a strap-on, right?"
Her brow lifted. "Really? You're already that ahead in the future?"
You scoffed, another wave of her laugh warming up your heart.
"I'm joking," her hand cupped your cheek, pulling you up. She looked straight into your eyes with a warm gaze and soft smile. Oh, how stunning she was. "I was serious, you know? About you leaving your husband. I may be younger, but my inheritance is also quite nice."
"I don't care about it," you mumbled, as she traced the softness of your cheeks. "I just want to be with you. And my daughter, if you don't mind."
Her eyes glimmered, eyebrows raised. "You want me to be a dad who stepped up?"
"Or a mom, I guess?" you chuckled. "And if you want to, maybe you can join me tomorrow for my daughter's friend's party? Have fun with other moms and their three-year-olds?"
Her gaze was sincere and so lovely, peeking at you from under a little flutter of her white lashes and cheeks, warmed only by a little night lamp. "Only if you'll let me eat your sweet cunt again." She said with seriousness, but her voice crumbled when a rosy flush crept on your cheeks.
Home in three days. Do not wash!
Forever yours, Satoru
fanfic for @cherrys-wrld PUSSYWHIPPED event <3
part of Tales, Myths, Romances collection
pairings: Napoleon Bonaparte!Gojo x Josephine!Reader
content warnings: historical au, pussydrunk Gojo, fingering, oral (fem. rec.), Gojo is obsessed, manhandling, mentions of breeding, mentions of pregnancy, based on true romance
WC: 3.2k
a/n: funfact, Napoleon actually didn't write the "Home in three days" letter, but it's so iconic I decided to include it. Other letters in this fic are based on his real ones (you can read them online!), which he sent to his wife, Josephine. I tried to keep the events historically accurate! MWAH <3
divider by @cursed-carmine
art @/teaforgods
"My Empress," the gentle voice of your maid called your mind back, as you sat in the rose garden.
Pink petals folded under the pads of your fingers, sweetish fragrance tickling your nose as it clouded your thoughts for a sheer second. Your maid waited patiently, looking at your waist bent over the freshly bloomed roses. A present from your husband.
"Yes?" you asked, glancing back at your young girl. And before she could speak again, with eyes lost somewhere in the smile on your face, you noticed it. The letter. "Another one?"
She nodded, delivering you a small, folded paper. "It came just now."
Your fingers grasped the familiar texture. The same one you've caressed for the past few days. "Which one is it this week?"
"Fifth one, my Empress."
You sighted and sat down on the wooden bench to read another pleading of your husband.
My love, days go by, and my heart seems to tremble from the sheer lack of your presence. I wake up in the night, missing the sweet smell of your skin. Oh, how tormented am I! My dear love, what an extraordinary influence you have over me! It's been only three months without seeing your precious face, but I cannot stand it any longer!
My sweet darling, write to your husband more often.
Forever yours, Satoru
Your lips curved in a smile, eyes sparkled cheerfuly and it didn't go unnoticed, as your maid followed carefully every reaction appearing on your hearty face.
As, oh dear, her Empress and Emperor were such a lovely couple! Married just a few months ago, but it seemed as Emperor had been wrapped around his lady's sweet finger, following her dear step by step. Such a raw and passionate man he was, tormented by his wife, with or without her by his side, as even with her, he acted as a man tortured. And you, a sweet rose of France, loved him dearly, but took quite a pleasure in making your husband walk by your ankle like a dog. Because the gentleman who soon would control the whole of Europe had just one little weakness – you.
"My Empress, should you write back?" she asked politely, with her head dipped, glancing at your fingers clenched on the paper.
"He's in Italy, isn't he? How often must my husband write, for me to get letters almost every single day," you wondered out loud, already thinking about the one you'll get tomorrow.
All of them were sweet and dear, quite bold even, but always needy. You remembered the one from yesterday, and your cheeks suddenly flushed like cherries.
My love, I've received your two letters, but why so few? Are there days when you don't write to me? Oh my darling, your letters are the joy of my days and the blaze of my nights. Leave a little kiss for me next time, so I can see your sweet lips again! I'm hopeless and sorrowful without you. Since I left, my mind has been nothing but depressed. Join me soon in Italy, you'll love it here, my love. I'll buy you dresses and jewellery, build a mansion in Venice if you wish for it, but please come by and let us enjoy this time together.
I miss you dearly, and we shall reunite soon. A kiss on your heart, and one much lower down, much lower!
Forever yours, Satoru
Oh, how foul he was, but such passionate too, and you could almost feel his lips fondling your thighs and breasts. He was obsessed indeed, and you have wondered whether your husband was in good health, as no man should be that possessed by madness!
You didn't write every day, but should you? In fact, you liked him a bit frenzied, sore, begging for your attention. You replied to him once, just after his first letter, and it seemed he held onto it dearly, waiting desperately for the next one.
But it wasn't coming! And he was sour about that.
Thus, after not replying to him for a month, it seemed that the Emperor himself got quite mad!
My love, I write to you every day. Sometimes twice! Yet I see no letters of yours, do you still love me? I don't love you; on the contrary, I detest you! A cruel witch you are, unkind to your poor husband. What are you doing in those days when not thinking of me? Where does your heart go if not towards your husband? My love, do you enjoy tormenting me that much?
Forever yours, Satoru
And upon reading it with a sly smile, you decided to answer his begging.
My husband, I would answer you sooner, but each time I begin, another letter arrives! You write as if the world ends, but it's been only three months. I adore your passion, but heavens, you are exhausting!
Do you love to suffer, my dear? You're writing as if I deceived you! Stop sulking and come home soon.
Oh, how angry he was! For there was no trace of your lips nor smell of your sweetness, and your words he awaited were washed of any fondness. How cruel of you!
My darling, the day when you say "I love you less" will be the end of my life. My love for you is saddened, my heart enslaved, and my mind frightens me... will you ever stop loving me? I cannot go a day without loving you; I cannot even drink my tea without you tormenting my thoughts. Oh my darling, if your love will extinct, I'll throw myself under the guillotine!
Why must you be so mean to me? Shall I end my life for you to cherish me a bit more?!
Forever yours, Satoru
And as much as you loved to torture him, something panged in your chest upon imagining your poor husband maddened by the playfulness of yours.
So this time you've decided to write him a hearty one, with a cherry kiss left at the end, fragrance of your favourite perfumes sprinkled on creamy paper.
Your maid took it for delivery, and you waited impatiently for the next response from a man who would trade whole Europe just for the single glance of your lovely eyes!
But, surprisingly, you didn't receive any letter the next day, and another one too, thus a little frown has formed between your eyebrows, and your maid has been seeing you waiting by the window every single day. She hated to see her lovely Empress in such mania, with those sweet, pushed lips and arms crossed on her dear chest, as she walked back and forth in the rose garden.
Oh, how strange it was to not read his pouty tears daily! Was he dead indeed?
Your eyes were thus awaiting a delivery desperately, everyone in the palace on tenterhooks, seeing their young Empress so impatient!
Days were going by – two, four, six. Over two weeks passed, and then three, with no letter coming in, and the loveliest French rose withering slowly in the sweet gardens of her mansion. You walked all days sourly, with nothing to cheer you up. Even the company of your favourite ladies turned out to be poor, for a certain sadness always dripped from your gentle voice.
And then, after a month of torment, it finally came. Not just one letter, but two!
Your maid ran towards the garden hectically, with sweat dripping down her temple and eyes filled with cheerfulness. "My Empress," she screamed over the rose bushes. "My Empress, it's here!"
And your head sprang up, hips lifted from the bench, book long forgotten, as you took the letters from her trembling hands.
The first words written by your husband left you speechless.
My love, the coldness of your heart has melted, and nothing affected me more than your last letter. I shall accuse you of witchery, as my soul has been possessed solely by thoughts of you! The kiss of your lips I put to mine and wondered what it would be like to feel the softness of your skin. My love, oh my love! I cannot live like that any longer. I carry your portrait over my heart and imagine it beating together with yours. The letters take so long to deliver, and I'm getting older each day. What if I die on a battlefield without ever tasting you again? My poor heart, oh, my love, I yearn to kiss you once again and taste that sweetness on my tongue. My madness is strangling me, passion burns my soul, for I'm dying to be by your side!
Forever yours, Satoru
You coughed, cheeks burning feverishly till your maid asked, "My Empress, do you feel alright?" and you could best give her a nod, for the muscles of your throat clamped tight in embarrassment.
You've heard that your husband carries your portrait, as he said nothing has brought him more luck than having you by his side. A true lucky charm, as he loved to remark, with fondling your skin gently and leaving sweet traces upon your thighs.
You tucked the paper and opened the second letter. But, well, how shocked you were – you and the maid standing right over your shoulder – upon seeing just a single sentence! But as you read it, a sudden tremor moved your heart, and sweat dribbled down your neck.
Home in three days, do not wash!
Forever yours, Satoru
"Oh," you could only mutter, mind blank, eyes staring at the pinkish roses of your garden.
And then it suddenly hit.
"My Empress," your maid started, rubbing her fingers nervously. As she also saw the date written on the letter, and if she counted correctly, the Emperor should be–
"It's today," you mumbled quietly, as if to yourself. But your head moved her way, eyes bulging. "Shall he arrive tod–"
You didn't manage to finish it, however, as a sudden commotion in the mansion made you rise from the bench and walk frenzily through the rose bushes. The screams and horses, the agitation that could only accompany the arrival of one man.
Your husband!
The long garments moved together with the fast pace of your feet, breasts sitting plumply in a long, pinkish dress as it slouched off your shoulder slightly, not prissy at all, but rather vulgar for other men to see. Your hair pinned up, brows cressing gently as you walked inside the mansion, straight to the front gate.
But, couldn't you get to the main door as it opened suddenly, and no one but your maddened husband walked inside.
He stood tall, with broad shoulders, still dressed in his blue jacket with gold buttons and light trousers that hugged his legs loosely. The snowishness of his hair blinded you and (almost) weeping eyes looked your way as if lost in agony, with nothing but love lifting up the corners of his lips.
"My love," he grumbled with a strangled voice and opened arms. "I have been waiting for our reunion too long!"
You laughed cheekily, walking towards your husband at an unhurried pace. Arms wrapped around his neck gently, fingers playing with soft strands of his wet hair, as if he was running your way all day and all night, with nothing but sweat dripping down his spine. "My dear, why so early? Shouldn't you leave Italy in a month?"
His muscular arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.
Oh, how you enjoyed the look of those crystal eyes, so open and truthful, burning with passion that was clearly eating him alive!
"I couldn't wait," he said, taking your hand and leading you quickly through the corridors of your mansion. "You're such a vile woman! Cruel, wicked, playing with your poor husband's heart like a child," he looked over his shoulder, a bit of playfulness shining in his eye as you giggled softly. You knew the route of the corridor, leading straight to your chamber. "There's nothing to laugh about, my love! I'll show you how much I longed for your touch."
And maybe he was right. You shouldn't laugh, indeed.
℘℘℘
He pushed you on bed the moment the heavy doors of your room closed behind, and almost ripped the undergarments off your drenched legs. His knees hit the floor as you opened your thighs, smooth and drenched, showing the sweetest, the juiciest meal he could ever dream of.
You glanced at him with this cheeky smile dancing on your plump lips and wicked eyes, knowing the impact you had on him. He was nothing more than a tormented man!
You watched him while leaning on your elbows – eyes following snowish hair reaching down, fingers pushing the dress up till your hips, trembling at the sheer thought of finally tasting the sweetness of your pussy after months of nothing but releasing himself to your picture.
He seated you right at the edge of the royal bed, with velvet skin blushing feverishly under his raw kisses and long fingers digging hard into the plush of your thighs.
"M-my Emperor," a pitched moan pushed through your lips, as you tilted your head back. Soft linen of your bedding dipped under your sprawled body, thighs opened wide, skin melting under his lips on the inner thighs. Wet lips going down down down, from the bend of your knee right till the drenched mound.
"Oh my kitty, how I've missed you," he mumbled, as if already drunk, lost, with his head diving deep into the rolls of your cunt, giving it a heavy and nasty smell. "My sweet pussy, mhmmm, I've dreamed about you every night."
"My Emperor, please stop calling her like that. You're so filthy," your strangled voice tried to scold him, but Gojo Satoru, the soon-to-be most powerful man in the whole continent, was deaf to your pleadings.
For there was nothing he dreamed of more than getting drunk on the honeyed saps of his pussy and the plushness of your thighs around his cheeks.
And the moment his tongue finally landed between your folds– SNAP!
The rest of his sanity finally cracked, and a long growl drove through his lips, going straight into your fluttering cunt. You pushed white strands sticking to his forehead, watching the gentle furrow between his handsome brows, eyes closed, tongue working you out – slurping, licking, pushing every nerve of your wet cunt. He pushed a finger in, scooping out more of your creamy cum, tasting you as if he came back starved, with juices dripping down his chin and tongue put flat to your clit.
"My Emperor, aren't you just desperate? Didn't they feed you there?" you giggled, rolling your hips together with a pace of his tongue, riding his face in a fever. "A-ah, slow down a bit, I'm not running anywhere!"
"Ngh, I told you not to wash–mmmmm, I love the smell of your sweat," he mumbled, already giving you a headache. Nasty, nasty man! "My sweet kitty, m-my pussy, thought about you every night, every day, nothing but thought of tasting you again, giving me a strength to fight– nghhh–"
"My Emperor, please, enough!" you cried, hips rolling up and down, thighs trembling as his second finger pushed inside. He caressed your clit with his tongue, smoochering it with kisses, sucking it wetly till his cheeks sucked in.
He growled again, tremors going straight into your cunt, the pads of his fingers finally finding the plush spot that made your toes curl.
"Oh my love, do you feel good? Does my Empress feel good? You're so sweet, god you taste so delicious." his muscular arm landed on your lower belly, pulling you closer to his warm breath. "She missed me so much, sucking my fingers in so desperately. My Empress, you may detest your husband, but she will never betray me!"
Your head lulled back, eyes crossed, when he sucked on your clit again, massaging the plush spot inside with his fingers. His fat fingers already filled you well, as your walls clamped on them tight, flapping everytime he bent them to that spot. Oh, he knew this was your favourite combo, making droplets of sweat form around your temple and thighs tremble in excitement, as you tried to lock them around his head.
"My dear, just s-shut up and m-make me cum," your voice was of the purest melody, tickling his ears with passion and lust, making his heavy cock leak through the pants even more, as he tried to release himself by rubbing against the bed's wooden leg.
The look on his face was enough to feel a sudden warmth in your belly. He looked absolutely defeated, lost like a child, with beefy arms hugging your thighs, pulling you closer and closer, till the hilt of his nose brushed your clit. His lips devouring you with slurpy noises, pure filth pushing through them every time he had a chance to open his mouth – wish I could lick your creamy cunt before every meal, and, I could fight a thousand wars if it meant to have her as my prize, or, next time don't wash for a week, no, two weeks, I wish to taste the purest flavour of my pussy.
You reprimanded him every time, with your syrupy moans and scoldings making him even harder, but at some point, even your throat gave up. You just couldn't win against him, and this tongue stuck to your cunt flat, working on your trembling clit till you finally, finally, felt the warmth spilling out.
Your back arched deliciously, thighs clamped around his head, fingers dug deep into his scalp, and you cried for the one last time. The pleasure was blinding, and even your pleadings couldn't stop your husband from drinking allll the juices dripping straight down his throat, with a quiet thank you thank you thank you, murmured straight to your hole. His throat bobbed, fingers trembled, as a moment later, a wet patch formed on his trousers.
His cheeks were wet, but it didn't stop him from rubbing them against your inner thighs, feeling the softness of your skin on his. You were ready to believe that his mind was possessed indeed, as his eyes looked almost like two little hearts, looking at you with a burning lust.
"My Empress, my love, oh how I love you," he climbed the bed, and you moved slightly back. Only then have you noticed the wetness on his trousers, so filthy and embarrassing, nevertheless warming you up once again.
How pathetic your husband was, truly miserable, with his lips smooching the curve of your breast gently, fingers working the dress out, almost ripping it off your body.
"My dear, aren't you tired? We have all night, you mustn't be so reckless–"
"I mustn't," he mumbled, fingers already scooping up your plump tits, rough pads fidling with hardened nipples. "But I must finally make an heir. That's what I've been thinking about for the past few months, my love" his crystal eyes glanced up, seeing a little tremble of your lips and quickened breath. Oh, how obsessed he was with his lovely Empress! "Do you not wish to bear my child? To have my seed, riiiight here," his lips travelled down, till he placed a gentle kiss on your belly's pouch. Finger digging deep, one hand hooking behind your thigh. "Say it, my love."
His voice was stern, but nevertheless begging, waiting for your answer. You liked to torment your husband indeed, but this time, under his heavy gaze and muscular arms, broad back bulging under his jacket and messy snowish hair, you could do nothing but nod you head.
He smirked, eyes curving like a moon, as he folded you easily like a paper doll.
older toru keeps receiving cute lil drawing on his usual table in a cosy cafe that he goes — very morning.
age gap ( 40s/20s) 🩰 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ
it was a normal morning like, every other day in Satoru's life. His little morning routine always end up with grabbing a sweet tea from the cosy cafe downtown. The tea was warming his hands that has aged throughout the years of hardworking he did. He kept humming a tune that was playing on the radio this morning in his apartment.
Satoru just couldn't help but glance at the showcase that was filled with various pastries. It's like they were inviting him to take a bite. His doctor warned him to not to eat too many sweets, but god forbid a man has a sweet tooth. In this case though Satoru might be having the most dramatic sweet tooth ever known to man.
He got up from his usual spot where he nursed his tea like every other morning. And had to choose between having diabetes soon or having a sweet little treat to get through the day. Of course, he paid for the most sugary pastrie of them all. Satoru's grin was absolutely joyous, holding his sweet treat like someone might snatch it away from him.
Grinning like an idiot, he made his way to his table again, sitting down impatiently to take a bite of his strawberry icing filled shortcake. But then Satoru noticed a piece of paper folded and put under his phone. He could swear that was not his. Abounding his task of eating the shit out of the cake, wow progress one might say — one step of beating diabetes, he grab the small paper that was tucked under his phone safely.
it's a drawing, of him but the cartoon version of him? he tried remember. Chibi version of him. Yes that's the word. Satoru chuckled at the cute little drawings of him drinking his tea, looking at the pastries where he had doggie ears and sparkles in his eyes like he's begging to have some treats. He looked around to find the culprit of this doing but no vain. Everyone in the cafe was either busy ordering or rushing out to their jobs.
Satoru kept smiling softly while looking at the drawings. He then safely folded the small paper and put it on his pocket. Looking around the cafe and he tried to make out, who's this mysterious artist. He's having secret admirers now? In his 40s. He sighed dramatically. " I'm still charming as ever then."
Grabbing his sweet tea in the morning was only meant to be a task on his morning routine, he sometimes used to skip that if he overslept or simply feeling bored to get up in the morning but now, he couldn't miss out his morning tea for anything even if the world was ending at 8am — he would still go the café at 7am. Why one might ask, but of course it's because of the fan drawings as he address them, kept appearing on his table out of nowhere. Satoru thought it might be a one time thing by a passing stranger who drew him out of boredom but to his utter delight they kept appearing day after day.
This eventually became Satoru's highlight of the day that his whole mood began to depend on the mysterious drawings that magically appeared on his table. Its always tucked under his car keys or whatever he leaves behind the table to order something. He tried to catch this mysterious artist but every time he was outsmarted by them. Satoru couldn't help but get impressed by their sneaking skills. Today it's a drawing of him eating a shortcake, his eyes were sparkling dramatically and he had a thought bubble on his head written with the cutest handwriting ever,
❜❜ 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒈 ~❜❜
Satoru let out a obnoxiously loud series of giggles like a teenager. He got a few side eyes from the people who remained in the café but he could even care less about them. He pocketed this drawing to his wallet, this one is going on his collection of small stack of papers that sat in a cardholder on his bedside nightstand.
After months of hide and seek game with the secret admirer of his, Satoru was getting awfully desperate to meet them. He couldn't sleep without making their appearance in his head, it's driving him mad. After sulking around his apartment thinking about his new found obsession of finding about the mysterious artist, he finally got dressed up to leave for the café.
Ordering his usual, he made his way to table now officially had his name on it. His eyes bulged out when he saw a piece of paper already there but it was tucked under a plush key chain, it was that one cartoon character that always appeared on the drawings beside his chibi. It had the same signature colours of him too. He found out its name, apparently it's named as " cinamonroll ". Satoru snatched the key chain and the piece of paper in one go and aggressively whipped his head around to make out anyone who looked suspicious enough to be his artist.
His desperation to finds you — of course, it's you, who else would salivate around a 40 year old man, finally reached the breaking point of his patience. Satoru was never a patient man. So, he took desperate measures to get a whiff of your identity. He asked around the café workers, even bribing them hefty. They had no clue of you either, this only made Satoru's unhealthy obsession towards you root even deeper in him.
You were late to grab your morning coffee, you usually step it into the café 6:55 am, right on time but you overslept because it was raining heavily last night. The sleep was so good that you didn't even want to wake up. Here you're at 7:30am, waiting for your coffee while clutching a piece of paper that you drew chibi version of the most attractive man you've ever led your eyes on. Snow white hair with cerulean blue eyes was a cherry on top combination, he looked like an angel.
And his hands. God his hands were doing things to you that not even a church could help you to be holy again. Those delicious veins that covered his arms were driving you through walls. He had such thick fingers that, only two would enough to fill you up throughly. Yup, you've an unhealthy obsession with his hands. You craved his fingers in unholy places that sun don't shine. He's very old compared to you obviously but age is just a number so, it's fine. More than fine if it's him to be honest.
Your heart almost jumped out from the shock after hearing your old man's — not yours but anyways, voice right behind. The heart was thudding so loudly that you were scared , he could hear right through it. You tucked the drawing to your breasts, and took several breaths to calm down. Then, stepping away from the counter to make him pass through you to make his order — you finally took your chance to slip your drawing to the back pocket of his dress pants.
High risk. No reward. One. Two. Three. Here we go. Ack you winced quietly while barely managing to slip the piece of paper to his pocket. You looked around to see if someone caught you through the act but thank god, you were safe. For now. You flinched like a cat that stole something from it's owner who obviously warned not to.
Thankfully, it was the batista calling your name to take out your order. You bite your lips with a mischievous smile while deliberately brushing past his arm that was in your way. It indeed was not in your way, you just did it for the love of the game actually. Then you got a glimpse of the key chain you anonymously gifted him, he used it to carry his car keys. You couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness. Paying for your coffee, you quietly made out of the café.
Meanwhile Satoru is restless, anxious and angry?! it was 8am now. Still no sign of your drawings. He kept going back to order something and still came back to nothing on his table. Did you get into trouble? Were you sick? Is this the end of everything? thousands of possibilities what happened to you and millions of what if questions were blowing up his mind. He hated that he doesn't even know what you look like. He whipped out his hand to take the wallet from his back pocket to leave a tip for the waitress who was serving him from the 7am. Poor soul must be exhausted from the amount of orders he did.
With his wallet, there was your little piece of drawing. Satoru was speechless, he doesn't get speechless every often but you were yet to prove him wrong by how sneaky you can get. You slipped this in to his back pocket and he had no fucking clue. Unbelievable. Is he getting fucking old now. Pushing 40 BTW
Satoru laughed quietly in utter disbelief, he couldn't help but fall even deeper for you. After squeezing the hell out of the cinamonroll plushie you gave him — like he was imaging it was you instead, he finally left the café. The waitress who was cleaning his table almost had a heart attack seeing a 200$ tip. Oh, she gonna serve him good after this.
- 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔,
You were running as fast as you could to reach the café downtown, praying quietly to the God that your old man would be there. You couldn't go to the café for the last three days — because of the assignment you were working on. " please please be there." you didn't stop praying until the very minute you step into the café. It was 10:30 am — darting your eyes around to find his figure that was usually sat on or the pastrie showcase, that he salivate on. He is not here. No no no please please. Where is he??
After all this time, after all those drawings and little gifts you gifted him, how did he just abounded you like this. Like sure, you couldn't even inform him that you will not be there for 3 days. But still, how could he!!
Your face was the perfect representation of a crestfallen maiden who missed her last chance of meeting with her solider lover. Accepting the utter defeat that he finally had give up on your silly little games — you stepped out of the café like a kicked puppy without even buying anything despite not eating anything from the morning.
Still lingering outside the café, you fought your tears that threatened to fall off — biting your lips rather harshly to contain your tears at bay, you looked around the roads near the café — hopelessly trying to spot his figure.
Wait.
It's him.
Yes, to think that your prayers did work after all. You spotted his retreating figure at a distance. You quickly moved your feet to catch up to him. Why the fuck his legs are so damn long. Your little ballet flats were working overtime to try to catch up to him faster.
Meanwhile, Satoru was devastated — he couldn't even fucking sleep a wink for fucking 3 days. Dark bags sat heavily under his eyes to prove lack of his sleep. Even the waitress who always served his orders was so concerned when she saw him. He looked like he was trying to save the city at night.
He's losing his beauty sleep and appetite because of you. Of course, you. He felt like dying without your cute little drawings and — little charms that you get for him.
For fucking 3 days, where the fuck are you? He felt helpless. Utterly useless of not having any kind of information about you. After waiting on café for 4 hours straight from the 7am, he finally gave up for today as well and dragged his feet to get back to his apartment get some fucking sleep, as if he could do it now — after haunting his apartment in crack of down for last three days.
Then he felt something hold onto his dress shirt. He quickly turned around to look at what that was, and there was you, gripping his shirt with your fingers in a tight fist. You were wheezing to get some air into your lungs. You have never run so much like this, but honestly, it's so worth it.
" Miss, are you okay." Satoru was flabbergasted and kind of worried about the young woman who was flapping like a fish to get air. You were very cute, he noticed. He watched as you suddenly fished into your bedded bag in a hurry and whipped out a piece of paper — and slammed it right into his chest. He absent mindlessly took it.
" Your walking speed is not human at all, I can't fucking breathe. Walk slowly next time, I beg of you." You were blabbering like you didn't just drop a bomb on his head.
Satoru again went utterly fucking speechless by your antics while you were still fishing around your book bag — pulling out a heavy looking book and hold it out to him.
" apology gift, I'm really, really sorry for not showing up on the last three days, I was soooo busy with my assignments. Please don't be mad, okie?? " rambling to him about how sorry you were about the whole thing — throwing around your hands wildly and dramatically to convince him that the absence of you was not intentional. Not even a little.
Utterly bamboozled by this bizarre situation — all Satoru could do was watch you with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then he took in the book that you were holding out for him to take with the cutest fucking puppy eyes, he has ever seen.
So, It's you — then, the mysterious artist that kept taunting him endlessly, the reason to his sudden insomnia illness.
The very subject of his unhealthy obsession.
Standing in front of him as if you didn't drive him through absolute hell for months after months of utter torture. Like you didn't play this hide and seek games with him?? He kept looking at your figure — that was still gesturing wildly with animated expressions. It was so fucking cute, you are so cute that he wanted to eat your chubby cheeks — tinged with pink blush because of the slightly chilly weather.
You kept nudging his arm with the book you were holding out to him, your arms were about to fall off because he keeps standing in front of you like a statue that was frozen under the cool weather outside.
Satoru came to the earth, finally — grabbing the book from your hands so carefully. 𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒚𝒖 embossed in gold letters with a woman in red standing near a grim looking castle. While compared to your little hands that could barely hold the book with one hand — the book felt so small in his giant ass hand. Of course you noticed his hands, you were such a slut for them, well not just his hands but for him, generally.
" I hope you will enjoy it. It's my favourite book ever. Do you know what!! it used to be a fan fiction of my favourite ship — Harry Potter?? You have to know that, okay!! Right, right. There's no absolute way if you haven't watched it yet. I WAS SO FUCKING HAPPY LIKE IT GOT PUBLISHED OFFICIALLY RIGHT THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!! It was the best surprise ever. I almost cried. Well, I actually did cry a little. Hm, wait, you know what a fan fiction is, right?? "
You were yapping his ear off with the enthusiasm that he had only watched in animation films. Your eyes were sparkling so prettily while you excitedly kept rambling about your favourite book — now sat in his hands. Satoru was smiling ear to ear without him knowing he was doing that. Your absolute enthusiasm about your favourite ship, whatever that was — he took a mental note to search it on the Internet afterwards. The clue to your birthday was too hidden in this book. He was over the moon when he heard that tiny detail about you.
Knowing your birthday was a big step, right??
And, of course, he knows about Harry Potter. He didn't live under a rock for 40 years of his life.
" Hello, hello earth to Mr. Snowy hair." He was again brought back to earth by the little hands that were dangling left and right in front of his eyes. Your puppy dog eyes looked at him in anticipation to hear something from him. You just realised you were the only one who was yapping nonstop. Mentally face palming, you waited for him to say something too.
Satoru lowered himself to your eye level — starling you sightly because of the sudden proximity. You nervously gulped and tried to avoid his eyes, but it was almost impossible. His eyes were too captivating for you to just look away.
" Aren't I too old for you, baby."
YOUR HEART ALMOST ESCAPED FROM YOUR THROAT!!
His hushed tone felt so fucking delicious to your ears. You blinked rapidly to form some kind of answer using your now melting brain. It was useless now. You were gonna melt into a puddle in this very sidewalk. You opened your mouth multiple times and closed it immediately after. Satoru bites back a teasing smile that threatens to escape his lips. He didn't want to scare you away yet.
Not ever.
You were obviously very younger than him. He couldn't help but feel kind of insecure about that fact. But there's no way he could let you go now. You had wormed your way into his heart — very stubbornly, he might add. And he wanted to keep it that away.
He was too probably older than your father — before even he could form any kind of negative thoughts, you decided to open your yapping machine.
" Well, you don't look older than my father, soo~ " you quietly whispered it with a pout that slowly swallowed your cute pink lips. Glancing him under your lashes like a child who caught stealing midnight snacks by their parents.
Satoru barked out a laugh while you softly quivered your own lips like you were top fighting the urge to join his laughter.
He was in for a wild ride. Like in hell, Satoru would ever back down a good challenge.
" Feisty little thing, aren't you? " he teased while your cheeks started to resemble a cherry red tomato. Then, you mumbled your name to him. " I don't even know your name. It's rude to leave someone hanging."
" Hmm, I might have picked it up from someone who left me hanging for almost a year now."
Deliberately avoiding his eyes, you glared at the blocks of the sidewalk. After seeing you sulking around, Satoru flicked your forehead softly while you tried to soothe the nonexistent pain away.
" It's Satoru Gojo. Not beautiful like your name, Princess." You gaped like a fish yet again after hearing his honeyed voice. He almost gave you a heart attack by calling you baby and now Princess???. This man is trying to kill you at this point.
And his name is so beautiful, just like him. It's only fair that he had a perfect name for his flawless beauty. You're so whipped.
" and your age? "
" um 36..."
" how long have you been 36?"
" a while."
You just couldn't hold your laugh at his response. He's so fucking hilarious. Satoru was scratching his neck while trying to avoid your eyes, and the melodious laughed that was soothing his poor soul.
Your laughed like a fucking hyena btw — he's just blind when it's come to you. Maybe even deaf.
a collection of my favorite yuki, shoko, utahime, femjo, femguru, femkuna, femtoji (in this order) fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, with pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! here’s my own yuki, shoko, and femjo fics 😙
i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post; note that there are inevitably going to be repeats of the same few writers since there’s so little wlw jjk fics! additionally, i wanted to include as little fics involving men as possible, so there’s exactly 3 fics that have three/foursomes with men, no more than that. this will be updated regularly-ish with new recs! and happy pride! <3
oneshots:
your kingdom in flames, your castle in the sea (yuki) on ao3 ; top 10 fics that ruined my life, number one: THIS FIC. reader is gojo’s older sister and yuki’s new interest, and also someone who has a mask that yuki is able to easily sneak past and into reader’s heart. i love the relationship & dynamic here. the affection between them isn’t loud in the verbal/physical sense, but it permeates each of their interactions and its SO good. the “food as a metaphor for love” tag is always one that catches me hook, line, and sinker, and this fic was no exception :3 every word is so carefully chosen and op writes so, so beautifully— every sentence is moving and leaves me in awe of their talent. do note the angst and major character death tags… sly yet sad giggle…
naked in manhattan! (yuki) by @kentwos-archived ; the summary here is simple yet succinct— you're inexperienced but yuki's there to guide you through it all as you start a relationship together— and what a GREAT take on the experienced gf/inexperienced gf trope it is!! yuki is SUCH a sweetheart here; she’s sweet ofc, understanding, and just as patient/accommodating and eager to comfort/guide as i imagine her to be :,) this is an incredibly sweet yet hot read!
kiss my ice (yuki) by @xo2dee ; FIGURE SKATER YUKI OH HOW YOU’VE MOVED ME… rivals to lovers with yuki is a fun trope for her given how easygoing/lax she can be with people, her duties, and her public image. after the kiss reader and yuki share goes viral, the two of them are paired up for future comps as a figure skating duo. their dynamic here is tooooo good and yuki’s dialogue throughout the full fic had me giggling and twirling my hair cos ugh i want her so bad. I too would let yuki be my downfall
(not so) lyrical genius (yuki ft. choso) by @stnexus ; ahh this fic is a long time favorite of mine. i remember reading it years ago and adoring it, so i was beyond elated when my reread proved to be just as enjoyable as my first read of this fic! yuki & choso are bandmates in a poly relationship with you, and when choso struggles with writer’s block, you and yuki know exactly what to do to help him along… 😏😁 i love me some dommy mommy yuki and subby choso RAHHHH
moon bend the knife (shoko) on ao3 ; to this day, this 2023 fic is one of my favorite shoko fics everrrrr. it takes place in canon, following a bad mission that reader went on before returning home to shoko. shoko wishes to care for reader, and they have the most sugary sweet, tender sex ever like omfg. i wanna melt every time i reread this fic cos it’s touched my heart in a way that few fics can… like. words Cannot describe how beautiful and moving this is. genuinely. this is poetry. it really is
lifeline (shoko) on ao3 ; the centric themes of this fic can be easily explained by these few lines in the fic itself: “You think of her and feel hope, then regret. She’ll see you in this state. You hate to do that to her. You care for her. You love her. You hate to hurt her.” ahhhh this hurt/comfort is like crack 🚬 a mission goes terribly wrong and so reader is escorted back to shoko for some healing, and shoko tends to reader so comfortingly and so sweetly 🥺😢 i adore shoko’s characterization here, same with her relationship with reader!
doctors orders (the woes of a pregnant wife) (shoko) by @manonism ² ; SHOKO FLUFFFFFF SHOKO FLUFFFFFF GATHER ROUND FOR SOME GOOD SHOKO FLUFF!!! reader is pregnant with shoko’s baby and shoko makes it her mission to dote on reader, she’s beyond cute and sweet here ^_^ this is a great read and is very funny & comforting!! love it!!
on call (shoko) on ao3 ; secret relationship trope AND shoko’s possessive?? yeah i’d be pussywhipped too! you and shoko both work at a hospital together, and when shoko’s able to score a bit of downtime with you, shoko wants you ALL to herself 😁😁 y’all know i love a good long-ish fic with in-depth smut so this fic is a winna winna in my book!! the push and pull between shoko and reader is just mmm… chef’s kiss
the tartness of nicotine (shoko) on ao3 ; I LOVE MEET CUTES LIKE THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING I SWEAR ☹️ every day that reader takes her bus, she runs into shoko, who she’s dubbed ‘cigarette girl.’ in turn, she calls reader ‘strawberry girl’ given how often she brings strawberries along with her as a snack, which reader always shares with shoko :,) super cute, fluffy, and feels-good!!
suguru and the girls who ate him (shoko ft. geto) by @macbethinchains (ao3 link) ; the day that i dont glaze this fic is the day that i DIE brah . phy has such an innate talent for writing and choosing theeee most perfect/beautiful words to describe people, places, emotions, thoughts, etc. in a way that deeply immerses AND captivates you. inspired by jennifer’s body (love this movie sfm), shoko is a succubus who, after turning reader into one as well, guides reader down the path of a succubi— and losing reader’s virginity to geto, another virgin. you can FEEEEEEL shoko’s deep yearning and obsession for reader in each scene, that’s her girl fr :,) the smut is soooo mfing good, and it’s even better knowing how it will inevitably end and anticipating what shoko and reader plan on doing with geto 🤭
sleeping beauty (shoko) by @reignpage ³ ; the things i’d do for roomie shoko 🚬🚬 and if that means waking her up every morning with my mouth on her cooch, I’M IN IT TO WIN IT!!! reader here struggles with waking shoko up every morning to no avail, until accidents happen and they discover that the sure-proof way to rouse shoko is with orgasms 😁 shes so hot and flirty in this fic MEOWWWWW MEOWWWWWWWW
cherry (utahime) on ao3 ; i need to start off with saying UTAHIMES CHARACTERIZATION HERE IS SO MFING GOOD RAHHHHHH!!!!! utahime is fairly experienced and has never really had a good kiss, so reader shows her the ropes ;) utahime is sooo yummy in this i fr wanna DEVOUR her cos of how cute yet hot she is, ughhhtjshejdjw especially when some of her snark/possessiveness leaks outta her 🤭 sosososoooo good i simply cannot praise this fic enough
my rifle, pony and her (fem!gojo) by @liahcharms ; SAVE A HORSE RIDE A MFING OUTTTTTLAWAAAWW!!!!!! liah’s femjo in this fic is getting ridden through the mattress til the bedframe breaks and the floorboards below shatter like glass 🤤😋 reader works at a brothel and her new client is none other than gojo herself, a notorious outlaw. this whole fic is SO descriptively beautiful and each word drips with such gorgeous sensuality, its genuinely tooooo good. FEMJO LETS RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHA 👅
equal rights, equal fights (fem!gojo) by @reignpage ³ ; gojo gets hit by a gender-bending curse and naturally that means some fun is in store for her and for reader 😇 gojo’s competitiveness that shines while trying to show how many orgasms she can give reader as a woman and as a man is sooooohjtkwhrjaj yes im actively kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl!
in harmony (fem!geto) by @indom-itus ; lets all give nico their 10s cos oh my gawddddd this story is so lovely and god do i love femguru 👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩 ESPECIALLY WHEN SHES A ROCKSTAR! cheeky, cute, smug and flirty sugu with a certified #girlfailure reader is a top tierrrr dynamic, especially with all that pining between them… dreamy sigh. you won’t regret reading this fic fs!!
move on (fem!geto) by @suguruss1ut ; conniving ass femguru is truly my achilles heel cos i’d be tripping over myself tryna get on top of her and that strap jhtjwhrjs. geto and reader are best friends and roomies, so naturally when reader gets cheated on, she turns to geto for comfort… and ohhh does she make you forget about the situation FAST 🤭 and shes sooo mean in the hottest way possible ugh #INEEDDATNEOWWW
STREEEEEETCH YOU OUT (fem!toji) by @uzugeto ; FEMJI SAVE ME FEMJIIII LET ME BOUNCE ON THAT STRAP SLOPPY STYLE!!! after reader gives birth to the zenin heir, her STANK ASS incel husband signs her up for a gym membership, where reader meets her new trainer, toji…. and whewwww is the mental picture of a sweaty, bulked up femji a TREAT. i love jade’s humor that she weaves into her fics alongside very real world insecurities and fears, there’s no dissonance cos of how seamlessly she executes her fics. this whole fic, from the yearning/thirsting stage to the eventual smut, is a certified wlw masterpiece cos WHEWWW
express yourself (yuki, shoko, utahime, fem!gojo, fem!geto, fem!sukuna) by @wiinterz ³ ; based on movies such as secretary and stoker, each smut piece features secretary!reader and a super hot boss. all of them are SO toe-curling and scrumptious that i simply cannot narrow down my favorites LOL. you will enjoy every single one of these, truuuust 🤞🏽
drabbles:
edging yuki (yuki) by @kamitv ; smut
phone sex (yuki) by @fushigur0lover ; smut
milf!yuki repaying her gratitude by eating you out (yuki) by @amortoru ; smut
prey (yuki) by @schilders ; smut
guilty pleasure (yuki) by @indiewritesxoxo ; angst, suggestive
yuki really loves her motorcycle (yuki) by @gyarujo ; fluff
yuki thinks about you when she works out (yuki) by @whosepyramidscheme ; smut
i can’t drown you out (no matter what i do) (shoko) on ao3 ; light angst, smut
your first time (shoko) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut
angst & miscommunication sex w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ³ ; angst, smut
lab rat (shoko) by @sugurusbadhabit ; smut
fingering you in front of a mirror (shoko) by @moviecritc ; smut
shoko loves your nursing boobs (shoko) by @manonism ; smut
nicu nurse reader and ob/gyn hooking up in an on call room (shoko) by @ieiripie ; smut
sex toys (shoko) by @eraserbread ; smut
messy drunk makeout with shoko turns into mutual fingering (shoko) by @gojosconsort ; smut
teeth (shoko) by @mydarlingem ² ; smut
she discovers your breeding kink (shoko) by @moviecritc ; smut
your girlfriend and professor shoko helps you with your homework (shoko) by @requiemdesreves ² ; smut
nine in the afternoon (shoko) by @mydarlingem ; fluff, suggestive
halloween surprise w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ; smut
granted for patience (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ³ ; smut
SMS (shoko) on ao3 ; smut
nonsexual acts of intimacy: shoulder rubs (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ; fluff
nonsexual acts of intimacy: playing with hair (utahime) by @kusahigunanas ; fluff
scissoring (utahime) by @kunareads ; smut
just like high school (utahime) by @wiinterz ; smut
kiss it better (fem!gojo) by @wiinterz ; smut
swimmer fem!gojo (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ² ; suggestive
my bitch (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ; smut
long distance gf!suguru geto getting you a replica of her cock (fem!geto) by @moviecritc ; smut
homoerotic friendship with femguru (fem!geto) by @getozzn ; suggestive
the squirter (fem!sukuna) by @requiemdesreves ; smut
lactation (fem!sukuna) by @lilacxquartz ; smut
impatient girl (shokohime) by @cuntphoric ; smut
a man’s place (shokohime ft. gojo) by @reignpage ; smut
girls girls girls (yukishokohime) by @mooniewritess ; smut
he swore he'd never do this again. it's not his style — he's a devoted father.
he's three daughters deep into life, already established with being on his own and devoting his time to work and family. but, there's just something about you... he had to let you in.
now he's laid out on your baby-pink bed, long hair spread thin over your pillows in a salt and pepper halo. his settled-in face is bunched up and tense, lips parted as he pants.
"ah— right there," he slurs, hips bucking off the mattress as he fucks you slowly and purposefully. you’re mewling his name, manicured fingers playing against your swollen clit as you ride him.
he’s being so gentle, hands in fists on your hips because he doesn’t want to squeeze you too hard. little does he know, just how much you want his mark. you want him to squeeze you until you’re crying, but he’s already holding back so much.
“look at me,” you insist, arching your back, toying with your cunt until you’re dangerously close to losing yourself. the way he fills you up to the brim is one thing — the tickle of his untrimmed pubic hair is another, and the way he fucking sings your name is something else entirely. you could cry, just listening to him in the moment.
“you’re such a good girl.” geto hums, crystalline teeth chewing down on his swollen bottom lip. “a pleaser inside and out.”
“does it feel good?”
“i’m about to cum for you, darling.” he grits out through clenched teeth, veins in his thick neck like blueish wires. his face is beet red, eyes watery and warm as he blinks down to your dripping cunt, then back to your warm gaze.
every time you sink down on his length, his cock pulses your name in morse — his face screws up like he’s in pain, and you smile, tummy tingling with arousal. “give it to me,”
geto is good. he’s predictable; always so dominant until he’s all yours. he just needs that push in your caring tone, toes curling under the covers as his face goes blank.
it hits him like a semi-truck, and you, like a punch to the gut. then, it comes in waves — the warmth of his seed flooding your cervix as you seat yourself fully onto him.
you still, little whimpers and punchy moans falling from your gut as he cums inside. you toss your head back after a few seconds, eyebrows knitting together as… he just keeps going.
he fills you to the brim with his cum, hips shaking, then stilling as his cock leaks pathetically before shooting another desperate, hot rope. you exhale pointedly through pursed lips, knees shaking as you rise to them. geto grunts, eyes pressed so tight that he can’t stop blinking.
“d—don’t move, ah—
“you’re still going?” you mutter like it’s a point and not a question. your cunt aches and squelches as you slide off of him, unbelievably full already, and still not bearing the most of his seed.
“s—s- so sorry,” he whines, sitting up to his elbows when he feels you withdraw. he holds his breath for a moment, collarbone hollow and heated, before he tosses his head back again and keeps cumming.
you’re genuinely awestruck, face a fucked-out mess as you rest on your haunches, reaching for his tense cock as it cries out for you. when you grab his shaft, geto is so sensitive that he tenses, hips jumping off the bed.
he reaches for your wrist — blindly, instinctively, with the muscle memory of someone who has had to keep on his toes for twenty years.
you gasp as his huge hand closes around your wrist in an iron-grip, mind still hazy and unavailable as he whispers, “sorry… have i made a mess?”
nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.
I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”
11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)
you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.
satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?
and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.
toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.
toruu : Pay attention, okay?
his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.
but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?
so you open your notebook & close it right back.
you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt
toruu : Send me the question.
and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:
toruu : Gorgeous girl.
toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.
you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.
toruu : Good. Now distribute.
toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.
toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.
your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.
satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.
II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !
time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )
“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”
“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”
you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.
“isn’t he tutoring right now?”
and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.
he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.
1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗
satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.
fuck.
“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”
it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.
“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”
and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—
princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day
princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍
gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.
toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.
toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.
toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?
back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.
“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)
“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”
“no.”
instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.
you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.
“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”
“he deserves it.”
satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.
III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.
time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building
there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.
gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.
nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”
“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”
gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,
“hi, toru!”
you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.
“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”
the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?
“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”
nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“
“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”
you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?
the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.
“toru, what does this button do?”
“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”
“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”
“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”
and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.
you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”
& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”
you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—
“alright, let’s go.”
nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”
satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”
the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.
A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)
The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Did you just call her a bitch?”
Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”
“You called that girl a bitch.”
“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.
Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”
“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”
Satoru stared. “Who are you?”
“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”
“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”
“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”
The entire frat house collectively recoiled.
Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.
This was better than reality TV.
Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”
You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”
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The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.
Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.
And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.
His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”
She glanced over. “Yeah?”
“Grab me another beer.”
A few people looked over.
She frowned. “What?”
“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”
Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.
“No.”
Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”
Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.
You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.
Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”
Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”
“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”
A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.
Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”
“You ordered her.”
“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.
Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”
Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”
His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.
Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”
“Or what?”
The entire room collectively leaned forward.
Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”
You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.
A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”
Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.
Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”
Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”
Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”
Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”
“Thank you.”
Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”
“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”
As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.
His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.
Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”
Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”
He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”
Everyone looked.
You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.
You gave a little wave.
“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”
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The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.
Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.
Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”
Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.
“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”
The room erupted into approval.
“That’s genius.”
“People would love that.”
“Easy money.”
Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.
“Interesting.”
“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.
Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”
“Yeah.”
“And serve drinks.”
“Yeah.”
“And what are the men doing?”
Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.
“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.
Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”
More silence.
“Based on gender.”
The room collectively sighed.
Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”
Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”
Sukuna gasped.
You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.
“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”
“Yeah?”
“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”
The room erupted.
“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”
“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”
Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.
“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”
One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”
“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.
You were delighted to see how this was playing out.
“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”
The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.
Toji blinked.
Satoru blinked.
The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”
“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.
“No.”
“Why not?”
The room burst into laughter.
“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.
“The fraternity is serving drinks.”
The sorority girls immediately started cheering.
“YES.”
“MAKE THEM DO IT.”
Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”
Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.
You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.
Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”
Silence.
The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”
The fraternity erupted in panic.
“STOP HER.”
“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”
——-
Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.
Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.
Toji looked dead inside.
Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.
Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.
His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.
Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.
The sorority was making a fortune.
Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.
“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.
You knew Sukuna worked too much. You’d known that before you ever started whatever this was with him. You knew that every extra shift, every call‑in, every overtime hour usually meant the difference between him scraping by and actually having enough money left at the end of the week to breathe. You knew that. It didn’t mean you had to like it.
The afternoon had started suspiciously well, which should’ve been your first warning. You and Sukuna had been sitting on a bench outside a convenience store, sharing a carton of fries you’d bought after wandering aimlessly around the city for nearly two hours. Not a date… definitely not a date. Just the two of you hanging out. Alone. On a Saturday. After he’d specifically cleared his afternoon. Totally not a date.
“You keep stealing the good fries,” he complained.
You looked up from the carton. “The good fries?”
“The crispy ones.”
“Those are all the fries.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
You grabbed another one, and Sukuna immediately narrowed his eyes. “That was a crispy one.”
You giggled. “Too slow.”
“I literally bought them.”
“And?”
His jaw twitched, and for a second he almost smiled back at you. Almost–until his phone rang. The smile vanished instantly. You watched him pull it out, and his expression shifted. Not annoyed or irritated, just tired, which made your stomach sink because you knew that look.
He stared at the screen for a moment before answering. “Yeah.”
Silence followed. You kicked your feet against the pavement, picking at the corner of the fry carton while he listened, sighed, and ran a hand through his pink hair.
“How long?” he asked.
Your stomach dropped.
NOoOooOoOOoOoOooO. Not today. Not now. You already knew. You knew before he even said it. Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine.”
You looked away before he could see your face. The call ended. A few seconds passed, then he said, “I gotta go.”
There it was.
You nodded. “Oh.”
His brows furrowed. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged, trying to sound casual. Normal. Totally unbothered.
“Okay.”
Sukuna stared at you. You stared at the road. He knew. You knew he knew, but neither of you were going to say it.
“They need someone to cover,” he said.
“Okay.”
“You mad?”
“No.”
A lie. A terrible lie. Possibly the worst lie ever spoken.
Sukuna scoffed. “You’re literally pouting.”
“M’not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
You shoved another fry into your mouth aggressively. Sukuna stared, then snorted–actually snorted, the jerk.
“I’m not pouting.”
“You look like someone kicked your dog.”
“I don’t even have a dog.”
“You look like someone would kick your dog.”
You glared at him. He looked annoyingly amused, until his expression softened slightly.
“They’re short‑staffed.”
“Okay.”
“I need the hours.”
“I know.”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “Yuji needs new shoes.”
Your gaze flickered up. Sukuna looked away. “Kid grew out of the last pair in like three damn months.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “And Choso’s helping with rent already. I’m not dumping more on him.”
Your chest tightened, because there it was–the real reason. Not cigarettes, not stupid spending, not because he wanted to leave. Because there was a five‑year‑old waiting for him at home who somehow managed to outgrow everything the second it was bought. Because Choso was already carrying enough at sixteen. Because Sukuna had been playing the role of provider for so long that saying no almost wasn’t an option anymore.
“I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to,” he said quietly.
You hated that, because you knew it was true. He wasn’t ditching you because he wanted to. He needed the money. You knew that, but the stupid hurt feeling wouldn’t go away. Because for one afternoon–one stupid afternoon–you wanted him to pick you. Just once.
You immediately hated yourself for thinking it, because that wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair. Bills weren’t fair. Rent wasn’t fair. And Sukuna had never gotten the luxury of putting feelings before survival.
Still… it hurt.
“Whatever,” you muttered. There it was–the dangerous whatever.
Sukuna sighed. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m literally not.”
“You get this tone.”
“What tone?”
“That one.”
You stood up. “There is no tone.”
“There is.”
“There isn’t.”
“There is.”
You grabbed your bag. “Go to work, Sukuna.”
His jaw clenched. You knew that look too–the one where he wanted to argue but couldn’t, because he really did have to leave. So instead he stood, towering over you.
“Walk home safe.”
“Yeah.”
“You got your keys?”
“Yeah.”
“Phone charged?”
“Yes, dad.”
That earned you a glare.
Good. Maybe he should suffer too.
“You being annoying on purpose?”
“Maybe.”
His eyes narrowed, then he reached over and flicked your forehead. Hard.
“Ow!”
“Brat.”
Then he started walking backwards toward the street. “Text me when you’re home.”
You rolled your eyes.
He pointed. “Seriously.”
“Okay.”
“Promise.”
You huffed. “Promise.”
Only then did he finally leave, and somehow watching him disappear around the corner felt way worse than you’d expected.
The walk home sucked, mostly because it gave you time to think, which was terrible. Thinking was terrible. You replayed the afternoon over and over–the way he’d looked disappointed too, the way he’d tried explaining, the way he’d said he wouldn’t leave if he didn’t have to–and somehow that only made you more upset, because if he’d been a jerk about it, you could’ve stayed mad. Instead, he’d been reasonable, which was annoying.
Your phone buzzed.
Ryo🤰: Made it.
You ignored it.
Another buzz.
Ryo🤰: You home yet?
Ignored.
Five minutes later:
Ryo🤰: Answer your phone idiot.
Ignored.
Then–
Ryo🤰: Don’t make me come check.
You immediately typed back:
You: You’re literally at work.
His reply came instantly.
Ryo🤰: So you’re alive.
You stared at the screen for a moment, then locked your phone.
Nope. Not doing this. You were too sad and too grumpy to talk.
Three hours later, you were curled up in bed, still grumpy, still refusing to text him properly, and still pretending you weren’t checking your phone every ten minutes. The quiet of your room made everything worse, and when the sudden knock at the door echoed through the apartment–three sharp raps–you froze. It was nearly midnight, and before you could even process who would be knocking at this hour, your phone rang. Sukuna’s name lit up the screen, making your stomach flip as you answered with a flat, “What?”
“Open the door,” he said.
You sat upright, confused. “...What?”
“Door.”
“Sukuna.”
“Door.”
“You were literally at work.”
“I still am.”
“What?”
“Open the damn door.”
Still confused, you dragged yourself out of bed and opened the door, only to find him standing there in his work uniform with tired eyes, messy hair, and a paper bag in his hand. You blinked at him. “What are you doing here?”
“You wouldn’t stop sulking,” he said.
“I wasn’t sulking.”
“You ignored me for three hours.”
“That’s not–”
“Sulking.”
You glared at him, but the irritation didn’t hold. He looked genuinely exhausted–dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped like he’d worked a twelve‑hour shift–and yet he’d still come all the way here. Your anger weakened immediately, traitorous thing that it was.
He shoved the paper bag into your arms, and when you looked inside, you found your favourite takeaway–the exact thing you’d mentioned wanting earlier but never ended up getting. Your chest tightened just a little.
“Sukuna…”
He looked away, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly uncomfortable. “I know today sucked,” he muttered.
You stared at him.
“And I know you were upset.” You opened your mouth to deny it, then closed it again, because pretending now felt pointless.
Sukuna sighed. “I just…” He struggled with the words, like saying them physically hurt. “I need the money.”
Your heart squeezed because he sounded almost guilty, like he'd done something wrong when he hadn't. Not really. “I know,” you said softly.
His shoulders loosened slightly, just a fraction.
“I know,” you repeated.
Silence settled between you, and before you could think better of it, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Sukuna froze completely, like you’d hit him with a truck, but after a moment his arms came around you–slow, heavy, warm. You felt him exhale, the kind of breath someone lets out only after holding it in all day.
“I’m still annoyed,” you muttered.
“Mhm.”
“You left me.”
“Mhm.”
“You suck.”
“Mhm.”
He rested his chin on your head. “Still bought you food.”
“…Yeah.”
“Still came here.”
“…Yeah.”
“Still got another shift tomorrow.”
You groaned, and he actually laughed–a low, tired sound against your hair. And despite everything, the stupid hurt feeling finally faded. Because maybe Sukuna couldn’t always choose you first; life didn’t give him that luxury. But even after a miserable shift and an exhausting day, he still ended up on your doorstep at midnight. And maybe that counted for something too.
a/n: Inspireddd by the faaact exams are preventing me from talking to my girlfrieeends :(
lowkey me every time they tell me they gottaaa goo (also, I wrote this while listening to snoozeeee just in case anybooody else wanted to do that too😓)
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