the last position you’d expect a marriage proposal in was a mating press. gojo was balls deep inside, bullying your velvet walls with each stroke, but still somehow absolutely wrecked as he moved his hips.
“jesus christ, so tight, fuck,” he panted. his pupils were blown and his hair was mused. he twitched inside of you again at the sight of you underneath him. he thought you looked beautiful all fucked out all for him. he was giving all of himself to you, that was obvious enough. aside from the fact he was splitting you open with his cock, and his tip was kissing your cervix each time he bottomed out, he also kissed you like you were his last breath. he still whispered to you in a soft voice about how you beautiful you looked underneath him. how you were his everything. those should have been signs, yes, but he has always been smitten with you… so smitten that the idiot couldn’t wait to get down on one knee.
“i think about it—shit—every day,” he murmured. your walls hugged him tightly and he let out a low groan. the pleasure building in your stomach made you squirm. you arched your back every time your bodies became one again, saying his name like a prayer. his comment almost flew over your head. he was fucking you so good you almost forgot to ask him what he was droning on about.
“huh..? think about what?”
satoru cursed under his breath as your fluttered around him once more. “about being with you... forever and ever,” he exhaled, somehow reaching even deeper than before. you gasped, the feeling of him nested so deeply inside your cunt throwing you off guard. the drag of his cock against your walls caused you to whimper his name. the broken cries spilling from your lips was enough for satoru to come right there and then. already burying you to the hilt, satoru let go: shooting thick ropes of come deep inside your cunt, his chest heaved as he caught his breath. you followed soon after, orgasm crashing over you. you whispered satoru’s name as you came down from your high. you closed your eyes and relaxed. satoru rolled over beside you and did the same.
after a beat, he finally dropped the bomb: “i just wanna marry you,” he said quietly. you froze, now very much alert.
“i was supposed to wait until i set up a dinner and did it properly, but i was just so dee—”
“satoru!”
“er…i just got lost in the moment… either way, that’s how i feel.” he turned his head to face you, cerulean eyes now glossy. was he tearing up? you reached over and cupped his face gently, face breaking into a grin.
“of course i’ll marry you, don’t cry.”
his jaw dropped at that. “i am not crying.”
“you were totally going to,” you teased, “what? did you think i’d say no?”
satoru went quiet. his eyes darted away from yours, causing your heart to sink. the silence was deafening. never in a million years would you ever say no to him. he was your world.
“hey,” you whispered. “look at me.”
he slowly lifted his eyes to meet your own and your heart shattered once more. under the pale moonlight, his sad eyes looked even more dull. his uncertainty was a heavy weight that you wanted to relieve him of. he was his most vulnerable right now. he trusted you, and only you to see like this. to have him like this.
you pressed your lips in a firm line. “satoru, it’s a yes. a yes every time, in every universe, in every lifetime. i’m yours forever.” and with that, satoru's eyes shone again like they always have. well, at least they did when he was looking at you.
⤷ ゛you ignore choso kamo until he can't handle it ˎˊ˗ (kind of?) fluff into smut, fem!reader, husband!choso ♡
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you hadn't talked to your husband for nearly two days.
it had started over something embarrassingly insignificant. but whatever it was, you'd stopped feeling bad about it around hour twelve.
you were the type to drag things out though, so you started ignoring him.
when choso asked if you wanted breakfast, you reached around him for the coffee pot without answering.
when he held the apartment door open for you, you walked through as though an especially polite ghost had done the honors.
when he quietly murmured, "i love you," before leaving for work, your only response was the click of your bedroom door.
it was childish...but if you gave in now, then what had the last forty-two hours been for?
choso, unfortunately, was not built for this kind of torture.
he was clingy in the softest, most unbearable way possible. always hovering just close enough to brush your shoulder, always finding some excuse to touch you, always looking at you like your attention was the only thing keeping him upright. he liked being near you. liked your voice, your hands, your warmth, the simple fact that you existed in the same room as him.
and yet, for all that neediness, he never once tried to force himself into your space when you didn't want him there.
he would stand in the doorway and look at you with those quiet, wounded eyes, clearly aching to come closer, and still he wouldn't.
every morning, your coffee still appeared exactly how you liked it.
your phone still buzzed around noon.
- remember to eat.
- it might rain later.
- bring an umbrella.
- love you.
you refused to answer every single message, but he still sent them anyway.
by the second night, the apartment had settled into an uncomfortable silence.
normally, the two of you filled it effortlessly. soft conversations while making dinner. laughter over whatever ridiculous reality show you'd put on. absentminded touches whenever you crossed paths in the kitchen. choso leaning against you whenever he could get away with it, his hand finding your waist like it belonged there.
now there was only the quiet clatter of dishes.
later, you sat on the bed with your phone pressed to your ear, talking to your friend in a low voice while pretending not to notice the way choso lingered in the doorway.
he had been doing that a lot lately.
looking like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin just to get closer to you. it kind of creeped you out, but you had to keep up the act so you tried to block him out.
you were halfway through complaining about work when the floorboards creak. you lower your head to see that choso had lowered himself to the floor in front of you.
you narrow your eyes in confusion, your sentence dying on your tongue.
he wraps his arms around your waist like you were a buoyant object in a vast ocean, desperate and trembling. he wasn't shaking- more like vibrating, like his entire body was under too much pressure. his cheek pressed flat against the fabric of your shirt, forehead burning hot through the cotton.
"hey, you still there?" you hear yuki say, but it sounds distant.
"cho...what are you doing?" you whisper. the tone was cold, not even on purpose but because you were so used to it now. plus, he was being really weird at the moment.
his shoulders violently hitched against you, the first broken sob escaping like a damn that had just ruptured. his grip tightened around your middle, fingers clawing into your back as if he could physically fuse himself to you.
"im—im sorry—" his voice is muffled against your shirt, "i can't take it anymore."
the apology was a wreck of sound, with most of what he was saying being stifled by tears. "im sorry, y/n please" he buried his face deeper in your stomach, the wet heat instantly soaking through your shirt. "i hate this. i hate when you ignore me. i'll do whatever you want, just—just talk to me. please."
you hang up the phone, and let out a long sigh, hand moving to his his head. your fingers combed through his dark hair in a familiar, soothing gesture.
"i'm sorry too..." you whispered, your voice softening. "i think i need to learn to be less petty with you."
his hands slipped to the backs of your knees, shifting you to the left. the mattress dipped further as he leaned over you, knees on either side of your hips, arms caging you in.
"this…" his brows knitted together, dark eyes still glossy from crying. his mouth parted, only to close again as disappointment settled across his features. not disappointment in you, but in the forty-two hours you'd both thrown away, "was because you were being petty?"
you start tearing up too, not being able to stand seeing him like this and realising how dumb you were acting. "cho, i-"
"i miss you," he leans down, burying his face in your neck. "three days feels like three years. please..."
there was no rush to the collision of your lips, a melting heat that sought to erase every cold, silent second of the last two days. his mouth moved against yours with a languid pressure, his tongue sweeping in to taste you
his lips traced a path down the line of your jaw, trailing hot, wet marks along your neck. choso lingered at your pulse point, where he could feel your quickening heartbeat. then he drew back
slowly, his large hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt. you sit up slightly so it can go over your head, and it falls to the floor unceremoniously, leaving you in just your shorts.
the cool air hit your bare skin, but it was immediately smothered by the heat of his palms. his thumbs found your nipples—which were already peaked from the chill and the tension—and circled them. he watched your face as he did it, dark eyes following every hitched breath, every fluttering eyelid.
you moaned softly, the sensation immediately sparking heat in your abdomen.
his head ducked down immediately, wrapping his lips around the sensitive peak of your left nipple. his mouth was wet and warm, his tongue swirling slowly before sucking. he continued rubbing your right one with the pad of his finger. your fingers buried automatically into his hair, head falling back.
after switching the actions back and forth. he snakes one of his hands down your stomach and under your shorts.
his fingers paused mid-connection with your inner thighs, suddenly meeting bare skin instead of the soft cotton battier he expected. a low, disbelieving groan vibrated against your chest.
his thick fingers slipped immediately through your slick folds, discovering the swollen, sticky mess.
"mmh..." his fingers spread your wetness up and down your slit, rubbing messy circles against your clit. "you've been thinking of me? you're so wet..."
"a little," you whimper, voice cracking slightly. whole time it was the sound of him begging earlier that really got you going.
his two digits pushed inside you slowly, stretching you. your back arched off the mattress, whimpers escaping your lips. they moved in deep pumps that had you gasping against his shoulder. his thumb pressed firm circles against your clit, the combination of fullness and friction making your thighs tremble
"you're so tight baby," his hot breath fans across your neck
you felt that coil in the pit of your tummy, your walls clenching around his fingers in anticipation of release when he came to a complete stop
a fustrated whine escaped your throat. your body arched desperately, thighs quivering "cho-"
"nearly three days."
you heard the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, followed by a deep pained breath, you looked up just in time to see him unbuttoning his pants, pushing his thick, hard length out. the tip was leaking, was already leaking, a clear bead of precum sliding down.
he caught your wrist before you could reach for him, holding it above your head with a single hand. "nearly three days of not touching you."
the fat head of his cock rubbed through your soaked folders, gathering your wetness along his length. choso pressed against your entrance but didn't push in. your hips bucked, desperate for him to just slide inside.
"be patient," he said, kissing your lips one final time before pushing himself inside you.
the intial stetch was gentle, a slow deep stretch that had your eyes rolling back. but it wasnt long before that tenderness cracked. he couldn't hold back, hips snapping forwards with sharp heavy strokes.
"cho!" you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
a sharp crack echoed faintly, your flesh rippling beautifully under his palm. a stinging but painfully delicious heat bloomed across your ass.
"ow..."
"you're so mean to me," he gasped against your neck, his hips stuttering desperately as he buried himself to the hilt. "two days of that cold look...you wouldn't even—hnnn—oh fuck."
his whine trembled as your walls clenched around him, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the apartment.
"just to be petty? why?"
soon the bed frame was hitting the wall with every thrust. you clawed at his back, nails leaving red trails against the pale expanse as your body struggled to keep up. he was everywhere—his breath hot and ragged against your throat, his chest crushing yours, his sweat mixing with yours.
"choso—" you gasped, trying to speak. "slow down, please—"
he whimpered an apology, even as his hips slammed into yours brutally. "i can't," he admitted through gritted teeth, his face contorted with need. "im sorry, im so sorry, i can't slow down..."
he could feel the subtle tightening of your thighs, hear your breath coming in short sharp bursts. his mouth crashes against yours, tongue seeking forgiveness you already granted. the kiss was wet, breathless, teeth clashing.
his right hand snaked down between your bodies, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. the dual sensation was blinding, dragging a high, broken moan from your throat that he swallowed instantly.
"there you go," choso muttered against your mouth, "let me have it. please baby..."
your orgasm tore out of you, silent but intense. his mouth swallowed your cry, his tongue invading your mouth as your walls crushed down around him. it was a beautiful, messy thing—your body convulses, back arching, face contorted in pure ecstasy.
it was still lingering in your body when he finally let go. he lands a gentle smack on your reddened ass. "oh, baby…"
then a lengthy, guttural moan escaped him, and you could've sworn you saw his eyes roll back. his hips slowed their frantic pace, each thrust becoming deliberately deep, rolling inside you as his cock pulsed and painted your walls white.
after a bit of silence, choso pulled out slowly, his release dripping from you as he carefully adjusted his weight off your chest. his expression looked almost...ashamed now that he'd calmed down.
"are...are you hurt?" he asked, his voice hoarse. he was panting, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
you shake your head, chuckling, "hmm, maybe i should ignore you more often."
"...nevermind." you backtracked, seeing that kicked puppy expression on his face.
"we can clean up tomorrow, right?" choso was already holding you close. his warm body making you sleepier
"mhm," you agree, eyes drooping shut. "i love you."
"i love you too."
a/n: NOTHING is gonna stop me from posting, not even my parents taking away all my devices 😎 but like yeah sorry guys if it felt rushed i had to write most of it at the library 🫠
♯ nerd!satoru who was beyond irritated. you’d spent the entire night whining and demanding his attention without an ounce of shame, leaving him running on zero sleep before his final the next day. and who would've guessed? your actions have consequences! twt link
satoru didn't look like the class genius right now. his glasses were pushed up haphazardly on his head, his white hair a mess, and his eyes, those piercing, crystalline eyes, were narrowed with a cold, focused irritation. he stood over you, his silhouette looming large against the living room light, while you lay sprawled on the couch, completely exposed and trembling.
he didn't waste time with gentleness either. the moment he snatched you into his dorm room, he had grabbed your thighs, hauling your legs back with a sudden, forceful jerk. your knees were shoved up toward your chest, satoru pinning your lower body in a position that left you wide open and utterly vulnerable.
"a seventy," he spat, his voice low. "i have never seen a number that low on a piece of paper in my entire life. do you have any idea how pathetic a seventy is for me?"
"t—toru— i’m—"
"shut up," he groaned, his voice thick with a mix of anger and lust. "you spent the whole night distracting me! every time i tried to focus on the molecular bonds, you were touching me, whining for attention, making sure i couldn't think about anything but how much i wanted to fuck you dumb."
there was nothing rhythmic or sensual about his thrusts. it was a pounding, punishing pace. he hammered into you, his hips colliding with yours with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room. each thrust was designed to drive the point home, hitting your cervix with a blunt force that made your vision blur.
"i— i'm s-s—" you tried to choke out an apology, but as he lunged forward again, the force of the impact snapped your head back. the words died in your throat, replaced by a high-pitched, broken moan.
"you’re what? you’re sorry?" satoru sneered, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, though he didn't stop the brutal assault of his hips. "sorry doesn't fix my gpa, baby. sorry doesn't erase the fact that i failed to maintain my perfect streak because you couldn't keep your hands off me."
he gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, bruising you as he held you locked in that folded position. he accelerated, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy with a violent friction. god, the sound was graphic; the squelch of lubrication and the heavy thud of his body slamming against yours.
"aww, look at you," he cooed, watching your face contort in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming intensity. "you love this, don't you? you love knowing you ruined my grade, and now you get to take my big dick for it!"
you tried to speak again, your lips trembling, wanting to tell him how much you loved him, how sorry you were, but every time you opened your mouth, he delivered another blow. you voice was reduced to incoherent whimpers and shattered breaths. you were shaking, your muscles twitching under the onslaught of his pace.
"i’m going to make sure you remember this every time you think about distracting me again," satoru groaned, his pace becoming frantic, almost feral. “you're going to take every inch of this, yeah? you're going to feel exactly how pissed off i am."
he let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. he was bottoming out inside you, stretching you to your limit, driving you deeper into the couch. you could only cling to the fabric of the cushions, your fingers clawing at the material as you were bounced relentlessly.
"tell me," he commanded, his voice straining as he neared his peak. "tell me you're a distraction— fuck!— tell me you're a little brat who deserves to be fucked like this.”
you tried to scream it, to give him what he wanted, but a particularly deep thrust hit a spot that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire spine. your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in a silent scream of ecstasy as your walls clamped tight around. as he slammed into you again, the impact sending a shockwave through your core, you managed to find a sliver of your voice.
"t— toru— please," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side on the cushion. "slow— slow down— mmmh! please, just a little—“
satoru let out a small scoff, his cock buried deep in your soaking heat. he looked down at you, seeing your flushed face, your blown out pupils, and the way your body was trembling under his weight. a slow, smug grin spread across his lips, and he let out a soft laugh that vibrated in his chest.
"slow down? y’want me to slow down, angel?" he echoed, his voice a raspy, dangerous purr.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and let out a small, needy moan that shifted into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. the sound was jarring coming from him, a brief lapse in his control that only highlighted how much he was enjoying this.
"you think i’m done with you already?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.
"i’m just getting started,” he snickered once more upon your disheveled appearance, “a seventy is a disaster, and you're going to feel every single point i lost."
without warning, he gripped your thighs even tighter, hauling your knees even closer to your chest until you were practically folded in half. he didn't slow down, instead, he shifted his angle, driving back into you with a renewed, savage intensity.
the sound of his hips slamming against yours returned with a violent slap, the wet squelch of your pussy gripping his thick dick echoing through the quiet room. he began to hammer into you again, faster than before, his movements relentless.
“satoruuu!—” you yelped, crying out, “you’re so— nnghh!— so big— don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease—”
"beg me to slow down again— i dare you," he whimpered, his voice thick with arousal as he pounded into your cervix.
"i wanna hear you beg while i fuck the apology right out of you."
second post of the day because i just HAD to write for this man 👅👅👅 he is irresistible.
mdni - your boyfriend Sugu sharing you with Toru <3
You were grinding on your boyfriend Suguru's cock on the couch, sleepy with little whines, having half fallen asleep in his lap during the movie you all had on.
"Mnh, Sugu..." you were gasping out. Too sleepy to realize your roomie and best friend Satoru was right there, blushing.
Oh, Suguru knows- he just didn't care, not when you feel that good. He already knows Satoru wants you, he'd walked by him as he jerked his cock mumbling your name.
You feel too good grinding on him not to grip your ass, moaning in your ear -
"Princess, Toru is right there," you had bit your lip, pretty, fucked out eyes looking right at Satoru Gojo, who was blushing in the dark, the TV light casting shadows on his face.
"Toru," you mumble, rolling your hips again, lashes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry, feels s'good and..."
"It's okay... " he mumbles, his cock leaking sticky precum against his boxers, as he hears the rustle of clothing, the sound of Suguru’s cock rutting your panty-clad pussy, the slight motion of his hips.
Satoru almost cums just from hearing your sleepy little whine, you can see his cock straining underneath his pajama pants, making his gut clench up.
Fuck he wants to feel you - any of you - the amount of times Satoru has listened to you both fuck is obscene.
"Oh," You blush, leaning to whisper in Suguru’s ear. "He is um...he's so..."
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty little thing right here," Sugruru tugs your top down as his breath ghosts your skin, showing one of your cute nipples right for Satoru to see, who bites down on his plump lower lip. "Look at her, isn't she pretty?"
"Very pretty," Satoru's words are strained, adjusting his cock to see your lips part, your eyes darting to that bulge.
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty tits right for him to see," Sugruru sighs, leaning back and tugging your panties aside, eyeing your slick, messy cunt. "Do you like him here, princess? Watching?"
You do - but you're sleepy, embarrassed, so wet and horny it's painful. "Toru do you... does it..."
"I uh.. " he sighs, running a hand over his cock and wincing at how bad it's straining. "I can go take care of this. Or..."
"Or I could?" You peek at Suguru, who had you lifted, his fat cock nudging your slick hole, that piercing catching your twitchy clit. "Mnh! Sugu..."
"You wanna make Toru feel better?"
You nod, blushing then.
"He did have a bad break up."
"Toru!" You pout. "You didn't tell me..."
"Yeah," as if Satoru wasn't picturing you arched in front of him when he hit it from the back. You look all sweet, all concerned, before Suguru glides right in your cunt, and your eyes roll back in your skull, stretching you out without any play you're so wet.
"S-Sugu! Ah!"
Satoru tugs out his cock, thick and veiny, watching that mess of slick drool down his best friend as h e leans back. Satoru can't help but whine out as he stares at you, riding his best friend's cock, his own hand tentatively brushing your cheek, leaning close as his friend pummels your cervix.
"So pretty," he whispers, feeling your blush heat your skin, you lean close, your eyes all sleepy as Satoru strokes his own cock.
"Can I taste you?" He almost cums from that damn question.
"Yes! I mean... yeah..." He eagerly swipes some of his precum, slipping it between your lips as Suguru bottoms out. You suck Satoru's milky cum off his thumb while you whine out, cheeks hollowed.
"Wanna suck his cock, Princess?" Suguru asks, it's hard to speak looking at you like this, when you turn back and he sees his friend's cum on your lips, he can't help but flick his tongue against them, tasting it and moaning, his cock pulsing inside.
"Yes... please..." You cry out when Suguru pulls out with a mess falling, laughing at just how wet you are.
"Then get on your knees for us."
You eagerly obey, knees sinking into the cushions of the couch, mouth open and eager to take Satoru's pink tip, you feel his hands grip your hair tight, hear his gasp. "Oh f-fuck... your mouth is s'good, sweetheart..."
"Isn't it?" Suguru asks, lining his tip back up and filling you, all while you look up at Toru whose glasses are fogging with his breaths, his hands trembling just a bit when they pull too hard, making you whine around his cock, pretty tip soft like velvet on your little tongue.
"M'sorry... too rough I..."
"She loves it," Suguru murmurs, gripping your waist to drag you down his cock, his balls smacking your neglected clit, shoving Satoru's cock so deep you choke around it. "Don't you, baby?"
"Mmm," you pull back with a messy pop, lips coated in spit. "I do."
Satoru thinks he's in love with his best friend's girl once she makes his goddamn cock dissappear - all eight inches, too, nose nestled against the little light smattering of white hair. You're drooling down his heavy balls, tight and ready to pump you full - as him and his best friend take turns fucking your holes, using your body between them faster and faster.
Satoru doesn't make it long, he pulls back and sucks in a breath, but the way your throat is reflexively pulsing while Suguru pounds your messy cunt is too fucking good.
"S-sweetheart... m'close...." He goes to pull back when you grip his thigh, nails pressing into the bare muscle where his pants are shoved down, looking all lovingly and pretty up at him.
"She loves swallowing," Suguru says, all proud of you clearly, his cock slamming inside so deep it kisses your cute lil cervix. His long hair falls against your skin as he hovers over you, fingertips trailing down your spine, while Satoru's whimpering. "Go ahead and show him how good you take it. You're such a good girl like this, isn't she?"
"She i-is," Satoru tries to pull back, worried about hurting your throat with the flood of cum about to pour from his pink tip, but you suck harder, lips wrapping so goddamn pretty, he moans your name, head falling forward, gripping your hair till he's pulling at the strands.
You do love to swallow, and Satoru is salty but somehow there's a little sweetness, it coats your mouth as you gulp, shattering around Suguru's length that's curving just write, piercing dragging on your sweet spot just so, till you're a gushing little mess between them.
Suguru's following Satoru, pumping your cunt so damn full it's already trying to spill out with it, white coating your spread wide lips. He leans back to watch, groaning as he slowly fucks it back into you, and Satoru eases out, cupping your face and damn near collapsing on the couch.
"Feel better about the breakup?" You whisper, he moans and gives you a little nod, leaning down as Suguru pulls you up to your knees, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing up your neck.
"Much better," Satoru leans forward and kisses himself off you, blushing. "S'that okay?"
"I just swallowed your cum, you can kiss me," Suguru snorts, but you find it adorable when he kisses you again and again, moaning as Suguru's release pours down your inner thighs, and Satoru's fingers slide down, shoving it back on. He's filthy with it as he licks his own cum off your tongue, and Suguru's lips are just a breath away from Gojo's.
"Could we share her, Sugu? Pretty please?"
"We just did-"
"No like... be my girlfriend too?" He's all pouty and cute, but Suguru scowls, tugging you back, just for Satoru to finger more cum in your sore cunt, his cock already throbbing and hard again. "I said please!"
"No!?"
"You never shared when we were kids, you're selfish!"
They bicker as they fuck you again, until you're so full of both their cum in all three holes that you give up and go to sleep.
*****
we already know when I'm horny I write satosugu filth lol
✮⋆˙. (▀▀̮▀) The strongest teaches you how to squirt . . .
You wanted to learn how to squirt.
Like, you really wanted to learn.
Being all over Twitter didn't help you either, as there's always somebody asking, oh, “ how do you squirt?” Or, “guys, I just learned how to squirt for the first time and I've never felt so much better.” And you just can't help but get FOMO.
Okay yeah sure, every time Gojo fucks you really good, it feels amazing, but something's missing.
He's already done everything in the book with you, with a few concepts here and there untouched, but you always end up satisfied, so you never dwelled on it.
You just really, really wanted to try feeling something new.
You already tried to do it yourself countless times, but your fingers could never reach the spots that he does, especially since his are significantly longer than yours.
So when he's currently fucking you and training your pussy to be more sensitive, it seems you finally get the hang of it.
“Mngh— fuck toru that…feels s’good..”
Gojo's long fingers curl deep inside your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing and pushing hard against your swollen clit with constant pressure.
He watched your face intently, bright blue eyes focusing on your pretty face as your walls flutter around his digits.
"Thaaat's it, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear.
"You said you wanted to learn, yeah?"
His pace kept quickening as both fingers pumped into you steady, scissoring slightly on each thrust to stretch you open while his palm slaps wetly against your mound.
Your hips buck up off the bed, chasing the overwhelming sensation slowly building low in your belly.
Every stroke drags against that sensitive spot inside you, sending heatwaves through your body.
Gojo moves down, sucking one of your nipples right into his mouth. He bites down just hard enough to make you whine out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
His free hand pins your thigh wider, keeping you spread for him as he works through your pussy harder.
Your breath comes out in short gasps when the pressure inside you grows almost unbearable, feeling like a tight coil getting tighter and tighter before releasing itself.
Your pussy clenches eagerly around his fingers as finally, a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays out all around them, soaking his hand and his wrist, along with the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy gush.
Gojo smiles and groans at the sight, fingering you through it with quick movements, so that the squirt keeps coming in short bursts.
"Fuuck, look at that," he growls, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulses and sprays. "So pretty when you let loose like that."
Your thighs tremble, clit becoming achingly sensitive.
You gripped the sheets and looked down at the mess, “hah…oh my god…what a mess..”
Another wave hits as he keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, drawing out every last tremor and whine until you're left twitching, the new bedsheets already soiled under you.
He finally slows his hand down, but doesn't pull out, carefully stroking your inner walls as the aftershocks roll through you.
"Atta girl," he praises, voice coated with satisfaction.
18+ | your husband might be getting a little too excited about his #DomMommy
the exact milisecond your knees settle on either side of satoru's hips to secure him down, his entire demeanour undergoes a massive transform. the languid arrogance he usually cloaks himself in evaporates on the spot, giving way to a boyish giddiness that makes him look like a maniac.
you are genuinely trying to maintain a semblance of gravity, though. your fingers dig into the dense meat of his shoulders, channeling every ounce of your body weight to keep him pinned, your features pinched into a fierce, domineering scowl meant to force him into compliance. it was supposed to be a coup—to flip the script and pressure your smug husband into a compulsive submission.
but trying to intimidate the satoru gojo is a fool's errand, akin to trying to catch a torrential downpour with your bare hands.
“ohmygod” he squeals, the sound bubbling out of his throat in a high-pitched, breathless rush. his palms slap over his cheeks, a sudden rush of blood bringing a rosy, ecstatic flush to his otherwise pale face. “are you taking charge? right in front of my salad?"
your nails bite harder into his shoulders—a feeble attempt to inject some sting into his skin and reclaim your lost authority. “shut up, satoru. lay back and don’t move.”
the command only makes his behavioural devolution tenfold worse. he lets out a delighted, muffled shriek into his palms, his ridiculously long legs instantly lifting off the bed to kick his feet back and forth, heels thumping repeatedly onto the mattress like a high schooler who just got invited to prom by their crush.
“i can’t help it!! you’re just so cute when you’re being bossy!” he giggles, throwing his arms back over his head and clawing his fingers into the pillows as his toes curl with pure enthusiasm. his baby blue eyes blow wide behind his white lashes, hellishly bright with downright glee as if you just handed him the entire cosmos on a silver platter. he is practically vibrating at this point, hips bouncing up and down against your cunt with an uncoordinated yet very much eager lurch that derails your rhythm before you can even guide his thick cock inside you.
“do it, then! ruin me! i’m all yours, captain!”
any ever-present illusion of dark romance bursts into a million pieces. you let out an exasperated groan, forehead dropping hard against his chest as he continues to wiggle beneath you with shameless joy.
carniya has me thinking about casa boy! satoru who really should’ve been part of the original cast. he’s so perfect. all snowy hair, blinding smile, and the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. the hottest guy to step into the villa in love island history. but production knew exactly what they were doing when they saved him for casa amor. they knew no couple would stand a chance once he arrived.
your current connection is already in shambles. you’d watched your partner completely disrespect you during the live-streamed heart race challenge. he’d spent the majority of your time together making you feel small and forgotten.
in a single day, satoru’s made you feel more seen, more desired, than your partner has in weeks. and now you’re tucked away in say less, the mellow amber lights casting everything in a honeyed glow. he’s teaching you basic phrases in japanese, deep voice reverberating as he murmurs foreign words against your skin
“watashi no namae wa . . . desu” he says, his lips brushing your ear.
you echo the phrase back, stumbling a bit over the syllables, heart fluttering when he chuckles. “you’re a natural,” he praises, thumb stroking your jaw. “kirei desu”
“what does that mean ?” you ask, leaning into his touch as his gaze drops to your lips. you feel like you’re on cloud nine.
“it means you’re very pretty.” he murmurs. he closes the distance. lips fitting against yours like they were always meant to be there. you can taste the faint mint on his breath, feel his hand slide from your jaw to the nape of your neck. the kiss is so good it makes you completely forget about the cameras on you.
his other hand finds your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until you’re practically sitting in his lap. his hands are everywhere, tracing the curve of your spine, mapping the dip of your waist, resting on your hips. it makes your head spin. without so much as thinking, you’re swinging a leg over his to straddle him properly, gasping into his mouth. he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue against yours. you’re melting, a syrupy puddle in his arms.
“fuck,” he breathes against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “you’re so perfect”
you can only whimper in response, hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck. pulling back slightly, you look down at him, his face is flushed, his lips are swollen and glistening. his pupils are dilated. and you know your original couple doesn’t stand a chance. “would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?” you ask, voice merely a whisper.
a grin quickly spreads across his face. “i thought you’d never ask.”
satoru loved kissing you, whether it was your lips or your cheeks, shoulders or stomach. he’d press a kiss to the tip of your nose because he thought you were cute, your hand whenever it happened to be close enough.
he just couldn’t resist you, ever. he kisses you right after you wake up and right before you go to sleep. he says he won’t have a good nights sleep if he doesn’t kiss you.
“mmf- toru… stop!” you giggle between his kisses. you had just gotten home from mall with your friends. satoru missed you dearly. and immediately when you walked through the door, he basically pounced on you. taking you in his arms and walking to the bedroom whilst kissing you everywhere.
“not a chance, sweets.” he mumbles against your collarbone. he puts you gently on the bed, kissing you from your cheeks, to your nose, your chin, your jaw. moving down to your neck and shoulders.
he goes lower and lower, while sliding off your dress, you help him, lifting your hips. he reaches your thighs, gently kissing down your knee, to your calf. he takes off your shoes and looks at you.
“i missed you so much, y’know.” he frowns, putting your dress neatly on the bed beside your body. he admires your half naked body and smiles softly.
“come here, baby.” you say softly, your arms wide open for him.
he wastes no time in getting on top of you, and holding you close to him. breathing in your scent from your neck. your arms comfortably settled around him. one hand in his hair, caressing and playing with the soft locks.
“don’t ever go anywhere without me…” he mumbles against your neck, kissing softly.
“my big baby.” you smile and kiss him. he melts instantly, smiles against your lips and kisses harder.
shortly after, you both fall asleep, in each others arms.
a/n: ou shi this is short sorry.. also tysmtysmtysm for 145 followers😭❤️ beyond grateful for u guys
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a/n all texts are standalone in no particular order
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posessivebf!toji when he sees you about to go out in a slightly revealing outfit
“no way y’er wearin that shit.”
he groans as he sees you walk out of the bathroom in a low cut crop top and a mini skirt. he’s sitting at the edge of the bed in disbelief.
“what’s wrong with it, ji? i thought it was cute!” you pout as you smooth your hands over your bottom, turning sideways while looking at yourself in your body mirror with a gleaming expression. “ma, do ya want them to stare at your ass? hm?” he says in that gruffy voice of his. getting up to grab your waist and pull you flush against his warm chest.
you cradle his face in your palms and pull him towards your lips, softly crashing into his. not rushed, as if responding to him saying you only want his eyes roaming your body. you pull back while staring into his usual sharp eyes, which soften at the sight of you, caressing your thumb against his cheek.
“jus’ stay home with me. miss my sweet girl.”
he says slightly softer that almost goes unnoticed by you but you’ve heard your boyfriends voice enough to know what each octave and message he’s trying to get across. “aww, does my baby want my attention?” you coo teasingly with a giggle at his frown.
he brushes off your teases with a groan and drags you to the bed, peppering your face with kisses. “where do ya think you’re going, huh? c’mere girl.” you both giggle as his ticklish kisses have you lightly pushing his broad chest away.
“ya look better in my clothes anyway. don’t even need pants either since it covers your whole ass.” he says as he wastes no time in ripping your top off, gently pulling the piece of fabric and tossing it as if it insulted him. your mini skirt following suit.
“give me the shirt you’re wearing then.” you huff. clawing his shirt off eagerly to see his breathtaking muscles that you can’t quite seem to get used to.
you quickly tackle his broad chest to sandwich him between the mattress, feeling it dipping under the weight of you two.
he drags out a sigh. feigning in annoyance to your giggles, bringing his large hand up to tangle in the strands of your hair. he rubs the back of your head while smirking in amusement at the giggles he’s always thought were music to his ears.
“what are you gigglin’ about, woman?” he purrs out which makes you giggle even harder at the cuteness of your very broad and usually intimidating boyfriend. turned to mush right in front of your eyes.
you sigh dramatically and run your palm down your cheek “…guess ill have to stay home since my grumpy baby needs my attention.” you couldn’t contain the smile etching on your face as he huffs out a scratchy laugh, pulling you towards his lips as he presses a looong kiss to yours while muttering against it
⎯⎯ 七海 ! 𓈒ׁ ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ໋ 𓈒 18+
sex with your loser husband is always amazing.
♡ nanami wasn’t the type to fuss. not outwardly at least. always attentive, always quietly catering to your needs in that subtle way of his. he didn’t say much, he didn’t need to. his actions spoke well enough on their own.
the way he would prepare meals for you and him whenever he was feeling hungry, drawing baths for you without a second thought, always bringing back the yummiest desserts whenever he went elsewhere for work . . . he was a sweetheart, really.
while no words could fully encapsulate your love for him, you sometimes wondered if the businessman was capable of understanding the art of seduction at all.
not that he was lacking in any way—if anything, that was the problem. nanami wasn’t a performer; he was a giver. there was no practiced confidence in the way he approached you, no effort to be anything other than sincere. and somehow, that made everything feel more intense instead.
he was hovered over you, your frame supported by the plethora of soft, satin pillows beneath you, body draped in pretty lace undergarments. your arms were wrapped around his muscular build for support. your face mere centimeters from his own, close enough to let your breaths mingle. his hazel colored eyes didn’t leave you as he slid his cock over your dampened folds, flushed tip nudging into your small bundle of nerves with each rock of his hips.
“you made that sound earlier too.” he spoke gently, tilting his head down at you.
“... does that mean you like this?” his voice is low and warm, heavy hands resting caging you in underneath him, soft strands of hair tickling your forehead. you nodded sheepishly, glancing down to see where the two of joined together — or almost. each soft stroke sent waves of pleasure through you, each vein of his shaft nudging against your drenched folds in a way that made your toes curl.
the soft squelches of skin on a skin made your brain melt, the slow roll of his hips only making your tummy flutter.
“kentooo . . put it in already . .” you whined, batting your eyelashes up at him, earning a small hum from your husband. “are you sure? i read that you’re supposed to take it slow..”
you couldn’t help but let out a small breathy laugh, “i’ll be fine… besides.. this is slow.”
he lets out a small huff of laughter, “you do have a point…”
he shifts just enough for his flushed tip to align with your entrance, he pushes in slow and steady until he’s buried deep inside you. your body involuntary clenching around him.
his forearms cradled your head as he he moved with shallow thrusts, everso gently. his girth stretching you out, his gaze remaining fixed on you, afraid he’ll miss all your soft breaths and gasps. “you look so pretty like this…” he murmurs more to himself than to you.
to be honest, sex with nanami was never the same, each time more intimate than the last. it never fully settled into routine. every time still felt like the first time with him: a tinge of hesitance whenever he touched you, soft in the same way, rediscovering each other over and over again.
his thrusts picked up in speed, rolling his hips lazily against you, filling you up deeper and deeper.
“s-so full ken…” you mewl, honeyed voice sending small waves of pleasure through his system. his face lights up, a soft gasp escaping him at your approval, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, sheen with sweat, pressing soft kisses against your nape right under your ear before they turned into soft bites. just the way you liked.
“good?” he hummed against your skin.
your walls clamped down on him tighter, lips parted as you hung your arms around the back of his neck, fingers tangling through his hair: “y-yes, keep going” your voice is shaky and needy as your velvet walls molded to fit him, his tip—flushed and sensitive inside you—grazing up against your sweet spot.
his touches to your skin remained gentle, one hand coming up to cup your breast as your legs wrapped around his waist, fully enveloping him in your warmth. the soft squish of your cunt filling up the room, clenching around him so hard that he lets out a choked moan. his pace not faltering, slow and heavy.
nanami didn’t need to go fast for you to lose your breath. the stretch of him was enough, thick veins dragging along your walls, his sensitive head nudging your sweet spot as if it were second nature. warmth bubbled up in your chest as your walls fluttered around him, slick dripping down between your thighs.
“mmmh.. ken.. m’close...”, your brows knitting together in bliss.
“m’close too…” he huffs before as his fingers find your puffy clit, his thumb pressing small figure eights, leaving your mouth agape. “better?” he hums.
“yes, fuck,” your eyes shut in utter bliss as you felt waves of pleasure wobble through your body. he captures you in a harsh yet gentle kiss, tongue softly prodding against the plush of lips . . .
it was all so overwhelming, his weight pressing into you, his scent, faintly of fresh citrus and clean skin, filling your senses.
your orgasm following soon after — calling out his name in a muffled sob, thighs twitching against him, your heat clamping down around him . . . it wasn’t long before his own release rushed up on him, choking up on top of you, rivulets of white painting your walls.
the two of you caught your breath before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, wiping the sweat off your forehead with a gentle swipe of his thumb. his two-toned strands sticking to to his own forehead, a pink hue gracing his cheeks.
he looked so pretty like this. soft light catching on his features, his expression unguarded. beautiful, really. he let out a soft hum, bringing your attention back to him.
“i was wondering..” he began, settling besides you, head hitting the pillow with a dull thud. “if it’s okay, can we try something else?” eyes hesitant and unblinking, his length still buried deep inside you. chest heaving softly, coming out in labored breath.
your hand rises to his cheek, pressing soft, careful touches there. “sure we can…”
and really, who were you to say no to your sweet husband?
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Your husband Satoru slams a hand to muffle your cries as he lifts you up and bends you right over the damn drying machine, running right along with the washer loud enough it quiets the filthy sound of your messy cunt on his fingers. He shoves aside your pajama shorts you've been cleaning in all day, moaning when he gets to rub his tip on it, pearly white cum sticking to your clit.
"Satoru, right n-now?" You hiss out the words, he chuckles in your ear and bends over you, clicking the lock shut for good measure, the two of you hiding from your two kids as he actively plans for another like the freaky little shit he is.
"Saw you bending over putting those pans away? Fuck, thought how good your hips would look in my hands," he moans and grips one, sinking his cock inside easily with how soaked you are, but it's a tight fit. "Oh fuck..."
"Can't keep quiet if y-you..." he slams his hand again on your mouth, shoving his nine inches all the way inside, tip drooling on your cervix. You whine out against his palm, eyes rolling back in your skull, the sounds of Bluey filtering in. "mmph!"
"They're busy, it's fine..." He fucks into you faster, whimpering quietly and pounding your pussy - he's not gonna last long with how needy and sensitive he is. "I wanna put another inside you, hah-"
You think to yourself he's insane, but when he starts whispering that filth in your ear you're about to shatter, every glide of his cock in your quivering walls ruining you.
"Mnh, you want it huh? Me pumping you full, mm?-" he bites down on your neck to muffle another whine, pressing you harder on the dryer as your legs just dangle - he's so damn tall it's the perfect height to bend you over. He's wrapping his arm around, hand gripping a tit and squishing. "I wanna see these full of milk - wanna suck it from them again... mm it's so sweet..."
A circle of his thumb and another pump inside has you falling apart, gushing down his length, he pulls his hand off your mouth to kiss you.
"Drooling on my cock and my mouth?" He taunts, the man who had just been giving your kids rides on his back now had damn near black eyes and a feral grin, shoving in deep and holding you there, watching your eyes damn near go cross, your tongue all little and pink hanging out. "Fuck you love my cum, don't you? Want me to breed you, baby?"
"Please," you know damn well you shouldn't have another yet, but - "Breed me, please."
Your whisper ends him - pumping you full and gasping out into your mouth, coating your walls white with his hot ropes, spurts catching your cute cervix that's already swollen from his mean tip. "Oh fuck... mmm, want four more kids... fuck..."
"I'll tie my tubes after three," he glares and you giggle, breathless. "One more!"
"Fuck that I'll untie them," you're gasping when he eases out, shoving his fingers deep to plug that cum up, before he hears your kids arguing and curses. "Four more."
"One more," He grins as he slips his fingers in your mouth, your cheeks hollowing, moaning at his taste. "Mmm, two then."
Satoru grins, fixing your clothes and then throwing your hair back into that ponytail. "Sure, sweetheart."
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I'm ovulating STILL and god help everyone this week lmao
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♡⏝ ⸝⸝ 𝓦ARNINGS ˖ ❝ sfw fluff crack she/her pronouns nanami, haibara, suguru & shoko cameo reader is quiet & introverted shy-ish!reader popular boy!gojo 2006 timeline reader & gojo are like 17 reader obvi isn't loud and won't appeal to everyone only tooth rotting fluff canon compliant au before hidden inventory / premature death 2nd person perspective ❞
── #⃝ MINA'S NOTES ( 💬 ) literally me and gojo bro masterlist <3
GOJO SATORU was the it boy of popular boys in the 2000s.
There's fan pages of him online, teenage girls and boys take pictures with him in the street asking "can I punk my friends and tell them you're my boyfriend?" and how could he say no and stop people from experiencing the awesomeness that is Satoru Gojo. His flip phone is usually set to silent or vibration only, since he often took pictures of himself and uploaded them to Mixi and Nico Niico Douga under his "digimoncutiez639" persona. Blurry photos taken in the Shinjuku nightlife, mostly ones he had forced suguru and shoko to take for him.
junmasamoto4199: "digimoncutiez639 is meccha kakkoii! >_<"
Xx_Imblue_xX: "That boy is chou sekushii"
tempura2: "*gyaa gyaa . . . i wish he waz my bf (╥﹏╥)"
The last comment was one he seemed to get a lot, and he didn't exactly reject any of his dedicated fan girls and fan boys, never replying to comments unless the asked for where his outfit was from. He didn't avoid telling people that he was dating you, per say, it was more that… people reacted differently. Almost as if he was lying to them.
The first time had been almost at the end of his first year at Jujutsu Technical College and 3 weeks after he had officially asked you out. The upperclassmen usually avoided him, put off by the so called "prodigy," but he had finally been able to strike up a conversation with them after the school's athletics carnival had went well. Suguru had kicked the football a total of 3 times and scored one goal, while Satoru had hogged the ball most of their first year match and scored over 10 goals, before Yaga had dragged him off of the field by his ear.
"Ohhh, right, I saw you get dragged off," Haruto has nodded and yawned, scratching the back of his neck, while Yoshida had hummed. "Yeah, Sawako even wanted us to check up on you, pfft," he snorted before Haruto nudged him to shut up.
"Whaaat? I'm being a good friend," Yoshida scoffed and rolled his eyes with a prideful smile, before his eyes looked over at his tall underclassman again. "Yo, Satoru, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked bluntly, ignoring his friends glares and sighs of embarrassment and awkwardness.
He had raised a confused eyebrow, before pointing his thumb back at the classroom. He was sure he had kissed you and held your hand on the bleachers that day, did they not see? More importantly, you were literally the most gorgeous and prettiest girl in his eyes, obviously someone as hot as him was perfectly paired with another otaku baddie like you! Pshhhh, maybe they couldn't believe someone like him has been able to pull you.
"Yeah. Her." His thumb pointed back at your figure in the empty classroom.
Yoshida and Haruto had peered into the classroom, only to see… some girl they had never seen before. Plain hair, plain eyes, plain uniform, and a plain you just pressing away at your Tamagotchi. Haruto and Yoshida shared a confused look, before Yoshida clicked his fingers and gasped. "O-oh yeah, that's the girl I was telling you about the other day! You know, the one who walked away when I was trying to ask her for directions?" Haruto nodded, eyes lighting up in recognition, before confusion washed over their faces at the same time.
How does one of the most extroverted and loud boys, fall and date someone like you? Someone who talks in class maybe once a week! someone who’s flip phone is used to play snake while Gojo’s is used to actually… talk to people!
"What?" They had blurted at the white haired student, going on and on about how someone like you should’ve hated someone like gojo, and that you were clearly not meant for each other, and how they were going to tell Sawako that it'd be a waste of her time to pursue Satoru. As if Satoru wasn't right there. His eyes narrowing and upper lip curling in obvious annoyance.
As if he’d let anyone insult you.
"Hey, dumbasses. That's my girlfriend you're talking about," he scoffed at him, pushing past and going back inside the classroom to sit next to you again.
You had looked over at him curiously, showing him the small screen of your Tamagotchi. "Look, our child is growing," with that casual smile on your face. Satoru blinked, his face straight, before he broke out into coos and awhs, pinching your cheeks and suffocating you in kisses all over your face. "Aghhhh, get off of me! You lunatic!" You had huffed, while he was happily kissing your face all over, "you're such a good mother to our baby dragon! Awhhh, what's the name you chose for him again, my beautiful princess?"
You had huffed, looking a mess before sighing and giving the toy to him. "Sylus."
That day was one of the main reasons that Satoru avoided outright disclosing your relationship, preferring to show it to people instead.
Nanami didn't need to ask when he finally had enrolled into JJT, as Satoru made it a habit to hold your hand at every chance he got, and kiss your cute face. Haibara, unfortunately, hadn't seen enough or gotten the clue, only seeing how quiet and standoffish you were, and made the brilliant terrible statement when you all were camping in the back of the forest behind JJT for fun. Unfortunately, Haibara had spoken right in front of Satoru fucking Gojo, or Satoru L/N as he'd prefer to be called.
The fire crackled in the cold dark night, illuminating 6 faces in the forest, as the scent of pine and wet soil drifted through the air. "Y/N and Nanami would make a good pair, wouldn't they? They're so similar!" he had smiled happily and adjusted his hold on the marshmallow he was roasting, not noticing Suguru choking on his spit, Shoko looking up at him and even pausing in chewing her gum. He especially didn't notice Satoru freezing, when he was draping his expensive jacket over your shoulders, cold icy blue eyes glaring holes at the sweet boy's face.
"Converg—" Suguru had jumped to stop and tackle gojo to the ground before he could possibly have killed Haibara.
After calming Gojo down, mostly by you looking at Gojo as if he was embarrassing you and him whining apologies to you, Haibara had finally been made aware that Gojo and you were dating. "Ohhh, you're Y/N's boyfriend, sorry Satoru, I didn't know," Haibara had chuckled and nodded his head in an apology.
"We're married," he lifted his hand to show a string you had tied around his ring finger a few minutes ago while fidgeting with him quietly. "We're not married," you shook your head bluntly, correcting him with a straight face.
"Engaged. We're engaged." he nodded proudly and flipped his hair back, all cool and already thinking about wanting to whip out his digital camera and force Suguru to take more shots of him for his fans.
"We're 17, Satoru."
"We have a child."
"I have a Tamagotchi pet… one that you get jealous of."
"We're madly in love then." He nodded again, not shy or embarrassed after being shut down by you so many times. He waited, Suguru waited, even Nanami waited, wanting to hear you correct Satoru's claim. Only after a full minute had passed, Satoru smirked, a blush on his cheeks as he shrugged, "see, she loves me. Hah," he smirked and stuck his tongue out at Nanami for a split second, knowing the blond man had been doubting him.
That's when he felt your lips press against his cheek. Very rarely did you initiate an sort of romantic gestures, let alone kisses.
His face had turned beet red, while you were looking at him confused. Blinking blankly, and Suguru laughing loudly in the background. Yes, Satoru did love his girlfriend, more than he loved anyone or anything else, and much to peoples complaints . . .
frustration is an understatement, but it's how satoru gojo felt when you had shyly pulled away from a kiss for the umpteenth time.
of course, satoru loved you to the moon and back! you were his beautiful girl, but damn it were you shy. it was almost like a routine between the two of you. you'd get comfortable, then would be too nervous to press your lips against his without him initiating it. and if he was being honest, it hurt.
you acted like his touch burned most of the time. satoru would offer his hand for you to hold when passing large crowds and the most you would do was hold his pinky with yours.
so, being the amazing boyfriend he was, he was going to help you.
"just keep yours eyes on me, sweets." he coo'ed, carefully slipping in his cock inch by inch. "c'mon, we agreed on working on eye contact today." he reminded.
"I know.." you whimpered, slowly opening you eyes back again, staring into his deep blue ones. satoru's eyes flickered down at your entrance, clearly struggling in welcoming in his length. "you're doing so good." he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "just keep your eyes on me."
after a few minutes, he bottomed out. his hands were holding onto your waist, bringing you closer to him. "feels big.." you gasped when he slipped all the way out before pounding back in.
"that's cuz it is big, baby." he relished in the way tears formed at the corners of your eyes, nails scraping at his biceps. "you can take it though."
"sato!" you screamed, fluttering your eyes close. and satoru? he was absolutely eating this up. for the first time, you weren't afraid to be loud with your moans. “hey you’re being louder than usual. good!” he chirped. the bastard had the audacity to smile so sweetly down at you all while he was fucking you like he hated you.
satoru moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper. that’s when he saw it, the bulge on your tummy. "look at that.. give me your hand." he reached it, putting it down on your stomach. "you feel me? taking me so well, fuck, you're a good girl."
you saw through your tears how proud he was. bright smile looking down at you as if you just hung the stars.
satoru has never felt more proud of himself, deciding that pda was the next big step. the pinky holding turned into holding hands wether it be at the mall or a friend hang out. but of course, he couldn't help himself when he pulled away to drag your hand onto his growing bulge.
“i don’t think this is pda..” your voice was barely a whisper as your hand made its way to wrap itself around the base of his cock which was twitching like crazy, having its own pulse.
“public display of affection.. jerking me off is in that category” he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, being careful as to not let any sound out. the last thing he wanted was to get caught by his friends sitting across from the two of you in a restaurant. “yes fuck..” gojo grumbled under his breath feeling your hand pick up the pace.
your eyes were set on the menu in front of you, trying to force yourself to focus on anything other than the pretty sight underneath the table.
“close.. so close..” gojo gripped the edge of his seat, cock twitching violently before shooting out his orgasm. he discreetly handed a towel under the table for you, leaning in to kiss your temple. “you’ve gotten so brave, my love.”
a soft smile appeared on your lips. "thank you babe." you returned the kiss, placing it on his flushed cheek.
the intimate moment was ruined by a gagging suguru. “hey who the fuck nutted on my shoe?!”
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
Sarcastic dad's best friend dislikes every guy you date
You're your daddy's little princess despite being a grown woman, twenty-two years old, desperate to explore this big world and finding a perfect partner to join your adventures. Your mom left when you were five so there isn't exactly a woman in your life to tell you what to look for in a guy and your dad isn't exactly the best person to talk about dating considering the horrible divorce and almost losing everything.
Which lead you to dating some very questionable guys...There's few normal ones of course, at least in your eyes, but thing just didn't work out. Not one did since high school.
Your dad welcomed each one of them into y'all's life, in hopes this one will work out so his little girl would be taken care of when he's gone, but one after another, he's slowly losing hope.
And though it doesn't really involve your dad's best friend, Satoru Gojo, it seems like he always have something bad to say about your boyfriends.
"He's too short."
"Too skinny."
"I'm so sorry..." When you show a picture of him.
"Too cocky." As if he isn't the cockiest man you know.
"He only makes six figures a year? I make six figures a month."
"The thing is, sweetheart." He draws a strand of hair away from your face when he's over to keep your company while your dad went to a work emergency. "You could do so much better. You're beautiful, smart, funny, and for crying out loud you're a woman! You are the prize."
You sighed, sinking into the couch with your arms crossed. "Gosh, you sound just like my dad lecturing me on stuff I already know."
He tapped his temple. "Me and your daddy shares the same brain cells."
"Look." You shoot up. "You have no wife, no girlfriend, no game so the last thing I want to take relationship advice from is you, okay?"
"You watch your tone, princess." He points his finger at you with a stern look. "Coaches don't play."
"Right, and I'm the player in your stupid metaphor." You scoffed and reached for the remote before him.
He gripped your wrist. "Woah, I don't know what has gotten into you but you're sassier than usual." He threw your arms up above your head. "Probably the lack of dick in your life, huh?"
You bet your tongue. Well, that's definitely true. You hadn't had sex for a whole year now, relying on toys that just doesn't match the intensity of a real man that could rip more than one orgasm out of you. And second, when is he so attractive?
"Ah, I'm right, like always." He smirked. "Do you even have an orgasm before? You seem like the type to fake it."
"Ugh! You're so irritating" You pushed against his grip but he's literally two to three times your size. "You're a perv to ask a girl that, you know?!"
He laughed at your attempt. "A girl? You're a grown ass woman with a driver license and legally could enter bars."
When he was distracted from his laughter, you attacked him with your free hand tucked behind your back. You pushed with all your strength on his shoulder. He did fall onto his back, but with you as well.
He made an "oof" sound when his back landed on the cushion and a second one when you fall on top of him. "Well, well, what do we have here." He pinned you against him. "It's been a while since you gave your uncle a hug."
"Ew. Don't say that."
"Awh, why not?" He tilts his head. "Because you're having provocative thoughts about me?"
Your face heats up. "Oh my gosh, let me go, you're so weird."
"That wasn't a no." His large palm traveled down to your ass. "Admit it, and maybe I'll go easy on you." He lifts his hand and lands a slap onto your ass barely covered by the worn-out thin fabric.
You jolted. "Cut it out!"
"Me cut it out?" He raised a brow with that stupid smug grin. "You're the one wearing a tiny crop and shorts to try and seduce me into breeding you. You think I don't know that? I was a manwhore then, princess."
"And now you have no bitches-"
He lands another slap, this time harsher. "You never learn your lesson." He hooked his finger onto the hem of your short. "Your daddy never dare to teach you how to shut your mouth so...Perhaps I should." He pushes your pants down.
You gasped and clawed at his shoulder. Just his finger length alone makes up the average size of a man’s you know what.
He chuckled. “You’re going to break my fingers. Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
You bit his neck as a warning sign.
“Ouch, ouch, alright…” He shuffled his sweatpants down. Turns out he’s not wearing any undergarments as well. “Quit playing with you. Behave and relax.” He said more like an order than anything and poke his tip against your stretched hole.
You peeked out of curiosity. “That’s not going to fit!” You protested.
“Oh, yes it is.” He held your hips, leaving no room to disobey. “Be a big girl.” He pecked your chin as he lowered you down.
The stretch was overwhelming, yet so good. You took shallow breathes, really trying to make him fit and mold your vagina to accomdate for Satoru junior.
Once he’s ball deep in you, he let out a grunt at your throbbing walls against him. “Oh…It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone.” He let you adjust to his side before going all into the deed. He thrusts his hips ruthlessly.
“S-Slow down…” You moaned, yet let him use your pussy.
“No need…This old man won’t last long.” He flipped you onto your fours, fist your hair into a ponytail and tug, creating that beautiful arch as he continued ruining your pussy.
The blinds were wide open, letting the world see what a whore both you guys are to go against your dad and Gojo’s long-time best friend in the comfort of his own home.
From the corner of your teary eyes, you saw in the distance of that familiar purple car closing in. “W-Wait!” You reached behind you to catch Satoru’s attention.
“Shit. I’m close.” He picked up his pace to speed up the process since it’s too late to stop now. He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he thrust one final time, marking your pussy with his cum. “Don’t worry, I’m old, my swimmers don’t work as they did when I’m your age.”
The front door opened, your dad entered with bags of groceries in his hands. “I’m home, princess.”
“Daddy.” You mumbled while fixing your messy hair.
Thank goodness Satoru has quick reflexes to get both of y’all dressed up just before your dad pulled into the parking lot.
“How’s my sweet angel?” He walked over to where you’re sitting and kissed the top of your head.
“I’m good, daddy.” You glanced at Satoru sitting beside you trying to act cool. “I thought you went to a business emergency…Why do you have groceries bags?”
“Well, I was driving back and I just so happened to pass by the grocery store so I figured I would pick up some of your favorite snacks.” He knelt before you, showcasing what he bought you.
“Where’s mine, Suguru?” Satoru spoke out with a smirk. “You know? Taking care of your beloved daughter?”
“Last time I checked, you didn’t come out of my balls.” He replied but didn’t take his gaze off of you.
“Ew, daddy, gross.” You laughed. “I don’t want to imagine that.”
“Sorry, princess.” He rubbed your thigh. “You’re trembling…”
“A-Am I?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m just excited to see you.” You quickly lied.
“Aww, you’re so precious.” He dumped all of your favorite snacks onto you. “Eat up, princess, you’re getting too thin.” He plots down next you, already opening the chip bag for you.
“Daddy, I can do it myself.” You reached for the bag.
“Ah.” He yanks it away. “I have to treat you like a literal princess so you have a high standard so you don’t end up with a scumbag like Satoru.” He rips open the bag and feeds you a chip.
“That hurt my feelings, Suguru.” Satoru pouted. “Your princess seems to love me.”
Thinking bout Simon's truck being so big he has to lift you up by the waist to get you inside every time. The thing is, you can't even reach the fucking handle, so you don't bother trying to get in anymore after failing miserably a couple of times. His Ford's just impossible to get into gracefully.
So, you simply wait by the door, standing there pretty and patient until he's towering behind you, and you feel the warmth of his tattooed arms effortlessly scooping you up to sit your ass on the seat.
It's actually funny because you're perfectly capable of getting in yourself, but over time you started doing it on purpose. He'd never tell you that, but he knows it too. The way your face lights up every damn time you wait for him gives you away immediately. Still, he'd never dare ruin your little game.
"Si, come pick me up, please?"
You stood in front of the monster he drove until you heard the door to your house click shut and his heavy boots against the driveway.
You didn't even bother to turn around. The low, amused huff that left Simon told you everything you needed to know.
The car unlocked with a click.
"Y'know," he drawled, coming to a stop behind you, "for someone who runs their mouth as much as you do, you're awful helpless, love."
A grin tugged at your lips as you felt his hands settle on your hips, giving them a light squeeze.
"Mhm."
He snorted.
"Such a fuckin' brat."
One second your feet were planted firmly on the ground; the next, they were kicking in the air as he hauled you up against his warm chest. A squeal escaped you before you could stop it.
"Simon!" You grabbed onto his forearms.
"What?" His voice was full of that stupid satisfaction he got whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. "Thought you wanted me to help." He murmured close to your ear, sending shivers through your body.
You loved how easy he made it look and hated how your stomach flipped every time.
But fuck, what you loved most was being manhandled by him.
By the time he set you down on the passenger seat, your face was all warm.
His hand lingered on your thigh for a second longer before he stepped back.
You narrowed your eyes. Simon looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Creep."
"Got in the truck, didn't ya?"
You pouted.
"Buckle your seatbelt!" Simon barked out a laugh and shut the door.
"You fuckin' buckle my ass," you huffed under your breath.
