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[txmxkis]

riding them but you keep getting distracted bending down to kiss them so they get impatient and flip you over to take control

[juliaspizzeria]

accidental pics !

; synopsis . . . the jjk characters accidentally send nudes.. how embarrassing!!!!

; warnings . . . talks of nudity (duh), dense ahh characters

; featuring . . . satoru gojo. suguru geto. kento nanami. choso kamo. toji fushiguro. takuma ino. shoko ieiri.

a/n. - shokos is making me giggle </3 if these dont make sense... ignore. i am half alseep. tysm. ok ilysm bai!

[hunnismokah]

gojo back bc i was ovulating

[deartokki]

NERDJO is much different in the bedroom！

you'd always thought satoru to be such a shy and sweet guy — he had been an awkward babbling mess when he'd first spoken to you and it'd even taken him some time to get past not blushing whenever he was around you. so when you guys were finally getting intimate with one another, you'd thought he'd be the same shy guy within the bedroom.

boy, were you very pleasantly wrong.

he's got your knees pressed to your chest, his strokes deep and languid as he pushes in & out of your velvety pussy. he's groaning so damn sexily at the way you're clenching around him, finding your sweet mewls so adorable and loving the way you're fisting the sheets beneath you. a small smirk tugs up against his lips as he slams his hips against yours, revelling in the way your tits bounce every time he does so and you're whining his name with each rough thrust.

"you look so pretty f'me." satoru purrs, now positioning your legs over his shoulders which just makes your pussy that much tighter and his strokes so much more meaner. your back arches up off the bed, the feeling of his shaft stretching your sweet cunt making your mind turn into a cockdrunken haze. all you can even think of is how his fat tip is bullying your cervix and how his thrusts are uncoordinated yet so perfect.

"takin' it so well, my pretty girl." he coos in an almost condescening manner as he abuses your poor cunt, picking up the pace to fuck you harder and faster. your pretty cries echo throughout the room and that only boosts his ego through the roof. he stops for a brief moment as he grips the plush of your thighs tighter before drilling his cock deep into your slick, sopping walls.

his glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose but he doesn't even care. they're foggy and though he can't see you too well, he just can't stop himself. he's just so desperate and needy for you, mind completely drunk on your sweet pussy. it's just you, you, you!

your whines grow louder, a string of curses leaving your lips and his smirk only grows wider. there's this hungry, primal look in his eyes as they turn glossy, admiring your pretty fucked out expression. god, he's never felt this good before and he wishes he could stay buried in your saccharine pussy forever.

"fuck fuck fuck 'm gonna cum!" you scream, your whole body trembling as the tight coil in your tummy snaps and hot white waves of pleasure wash over you. satoru follows right after you, shooting his warm seed into you, turning your velvety walls a creamy white. he's so sweetly mumbling your name under his breath, the prettiest whimpers leaving his lips as he shoots the last of his cum into you.

satoru's body softly flops on top of yours, breaths in sync as your chests rise and fall together. his touch is gentle as he caresses your cheek — a stark contrast to mean pounding he'd just given you mere seconds ago. "i hope you enjoyed yourself." he whispers, a faint blush creeping up his face, his blue eyes boring into yours like that of a puppy's. aw, he's back to his adorable, shy self again!

your fingers delicately trace along his abs, down to his wet cock. as your nails brush against the tip, a tiny whimper falling from his lips. "i think . . i need a round two." you coo, gently wrapping your hand around his length, pumping it slow and sweet.

"anything for you, baby ♡！"

[ackpplepie]

don't mind the thorns

or, you've had a bad day, and your boyfriend ends up taking the brunt of it.

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader

warnings: none, fluff

a/n: i have an aot and dc version of this post ready to go, and i'll be uploading them soon :) i'm very excited to be writing, and i hope you all enjoy my first post!

satoru gojo

"Hey, baby, I'm home~" On normal days, the sweet words falling out of your husband's mouth have you rushing over to greet him, but you stay apathetically bunched up on the couch. There's no indication that you've heard him enter, either. You don't even look at him.

Okay, weird. But weirdness has never stopped Satoru Gojo before, so he makes his way over to you and plops down onto the couch beside you. Of course, instead of you melting into his side like you usually do, you shove him off with a disgusted scoff.

Okay. Really fucking weird. Satoru can be a diva, but he's willing to push it aside for you. Most of the time. When you come at him with a full-on attitude, though, he's only going to turn it up a notch. He reflects your energy right back at you, but it comes off as condescending when he does it.

"Y'know, I'm trying to be nice here, show you some affection. I missed you while I was gone. Didn't you miss me, too?"

"I didn't ask you to smother me the second you walked through the door," you retort.

"Right, well, remind me to keep my distance from now on."

With that, Satoru's picking himself up off the couch and strutting off to take a shower. You watch him disappear down the hallway and hear the water kick on moments later. The hollow in your chest that's been gnawing at you all day only gets wider and wider until you feel a chasmic ache forming from your heart down to your gut.

You don't know why you're upset. You don't know why you reacted the way you did, but the guilt at snapping at Satoru makes you feel worse and worse until you find yourself curled up on your side as you cry into a pillow. Your usual energy has left you, and the tears that have replaced it don't even have the decency to be dramatic. They're silent, quietly streaming down your cheeks as you sniffle and shake.

The absence of the water from Satoru's shower doesn't phase you. The creaking of the bathroom door swinging open doesn't catch your attention. You're lost in your own little world and guilty thoughts until a warm hand finds your cheek.

"Hey…" Satoru's gentle voice coaxes you into looking up, and you're met with a worried, baby blue gaze.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. All the fight has drained out of you, and you have nothing left to offer your husband except yourself, in all your fragile glory.

Satoru shakes his head and climbs onto the couch, pressing your back against the cushions and your front against his chest. "I know. It's been hard recently, hmm?"

Now that you're folded up in the warmth of Satoru's arms, the weight you've been carrying is so much easier to bear. As much as you hate placing your burdens on his already strained shoulders, Satoru's never complained about it. Being there for you is the one thing on this planet that's guaranteed to bring him solace.

"Just relax, sweets," he murmurs, rubbing slow patterns along your back. "Nothing's big enough to take my baby down. You're too strong for that."

suguru geto

Suguru Geto has the patience of a saint and the conflict resolution skills of a licensed therapist, skills you learn awfully quick when your best friend's name is Satoru Gojo. Those very same abilities have been honed and fine-tuned over the years and are currently the only things keeping him from snapping at you.

"Suguru, you're breathing too loud." He was sitting across the room from you, scrolling on his phone.

"Suguru, you're wearing the wrong kind of socks." What's so bad about plain white socks?

"Suguru, you're staring at me."

That one gets him.

"That's my job, pretty girl." He smiles, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your hair, only to let out a sharp sigh when you smack his hand away. "You're abusing me."

"That's not what abuse is, you little—"

"What? I'm a little what?" Suguru looks you right in your eyes until you're unable to meet his gaze. "Don't be shy. Tell me what you were going to say."

Suguru tuts and reaches out to tilt your head toward him once more; however, his heart nearly stops in his chest when he sees the shiny tears pooling in your eyes. "Oh no…hey," he whispers.

"I'm sorry, 'guru. I've been feeling off all day, and I just—" Suguru cuts you off by squishing you against his chest. His big hands smooth down a few wayward strands of your hair, and he places a kiss to the top of your head.

"It's okay," he murmurs soothingly, the vibrations of his deep voice soothing your mind and your heart. "I can take it. Your anger, your sadness…if you need to show it someone, I'm right here. Always. Never feel as though you have to hide from me."

all written work and dividers belong to @ackpplepie!! do not plagiarize, feed my work into ai, or translate it. i do not own the characters or images used above.

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ Southbound (starring . various jjk men & women)

synopsis . Mundane things you do that drive them craaaazy. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Shoko x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Yuki x f!reader. content . afab!reader, some established relationships, modern au, dirty talk, pet names, feral men & women, creampies, pervy!choso, finger sucking, perversion, overstim, filth, spit, cock stepping, rough sex, they’re naaaasty & obsessed, jealousy here ‘n there, fingering, possessiveness, brat taming, oral sex, etc.

word count . 8.4k || author's note: based on a request i can't find (help lol)! (not proofread) & the banner art is by rororogi mogera <3

☆ Sukuna Ryomen — flipping him off.

The moment your finger flew up his way in an aggravated flare, you expected the usual annoyed grunt or two in response. Instead, Sukuna's entire attitude shifts and you think you see his eyes getting uncharacteristically softer on you. Well, not really soft but soft in the way that lets you know that man is not paying attention to a word you're saying anymore.

"—and I really can't believe you," You're continuing on, "It's the same shit every week, and I just don't think I can—are you even fucking listening to me?!" Your words seem to capture his attention for a second, but his eyes are mostly trained onto your hand.

A muscle in his jaw flexes ever so slightly before you spot the faint quirk in his lips, crimson eyes just barely managing to find your face again, "What?"

"Oh, so you weren't listening," You scoff, turning away from the man with a pronounced roll of your eyes. Then you flip him off a second time and attempt to walk away from him, "Yeah, I'm done with this. Fuck y—"

“How far down my throat do you think that finger of yours could reach?” Sukuna asks all too casually and too slowly for your liking.

To which you end up choking, the remainder of your tirade dying out in your throat with one stupidly dry swallow. Your hand steadily retracts from where it is in the air and you turn to look at him, “What.”

Yeah, you knew the guy had some… strange interest when you first started talking to him romantically but nothing could’ve prepared you for the boner he popped when your middle finger went waving his way.

That—paired with that weird ass question he asked—is exactly how you ended up watching your boyfriend suck those same fingers of yours with a dark look in his eyes while he fucked you from the side. He had a singular hand neatly perched against the curvature of your hip as his other held onto your wrist to keep your hand from falling away from him.

“Mmhmm, mmmph,” Sukuna purred deeply, lathering your shaky digits with a slicked glaze of his saliva and driving his long, aggravatingly hard cock in ‘n out of your leaky cunt.

Squelch after squelch after squelch and the man was an utter mess before you. You watched as sweat trickled all down from the pink tuffs of his hair, strands clinging to his forehead messily while he sucked at your hand.

Between your moans, you found your eyebrows scrunching up as you huffed, “Why are you into this—aanh-, shit. Right there… f-fuckin’ freak.”

He nearly swallows your fingers whole, sucking impossibly harder in reaction and letting your fingertips graze the very back of his throat like some deranged whore. Sukuna had always been one to kiss your hand whenever he was trying to be romantic with you but you didn't think that'd translate over to this.

“Sukuna,” You called out in a desperate attempt at tugging him out of that fucked-out state of his.

The mean smack of his balls against your skin echoed and bounced off the bedroom walls with loud plaps, mixing in and growing louder with the grunts he was letting out and your moans.

He suddenly drags your hand away from his mouth and lets his droopy saliva splatter out and fall onto the side of your exposed waist, “Fuck do you want? Can’t you see my mouth is busy, woman?”

Your lashes flutter lightly as an utterly appalled feeling wells up inside you, “I—“

Unfortunately for you and whatever complaints you were about to strew his way, you're promptly cut off by the sultry motion of his hips plowing on as if fucking you was too easy of a task for him to put all his attention into. Then Sukuna politely takes your fingers back into his mouth and you think you see a little gleam of satisfaction coating his ruby gaze.

You tried to go on and catch him off guard by curling your fingers, but that only earns a stingy spurt of cum from the head of his cock as he gags. Then his eyes fly back and he seems to suction his mouth to your fingers even harder. Almost like he wants you to keep doing that.

To which you crack a smile, “Y’like that, ‘Kuna?”

Your boyfriend nods his head in a near pathetic manner—a way of which only your eyes are meant to capture. His cock is still ploughing through your puffy folds, sure to leave your inner walls swollen and stuffed with him by the time he's done.

Especially if you continue to egg him on by tilting your head at him and barely pulling your fingers away from him so that his mouth could follow like some big, starving mutt. Shaking your head, “This is so gross. Hah, why are you drooling like that?”

Sukuna pulls your digits out of his mouth again but only to stick his freakishly lengthy tongue out and then give you a slutty display of him wrapping a bit of the muscle around your fingers. Then he plasters wettened kisses the tips of them, “You have a really pretty fuckin’ hand.” He unexpectedly compliments.

You watch as the man shifts to drag your saliva-coated digits down along the tense plane of his sharp abs, his hips having stilled for a mere second so you could feel how your touch caused his weeping cock to pump 'n twitch frantically all around your insides.

“Can’t expect me to focus when you go waving it around in my face," He explains through a shortened breath. You take it upon yourself to feel at more of his chest while he leans over and moves both of his hands to your leg, practically pinning your body in place so he can rapidly puncture his dick past the elasticity of your entrance. "All I can think about it how good you feel against me—any part of you.”

A smile is placed upon your lips just then, “Aw, that’s kind of romanti—“

“Especially when you start stroking the inches of my cock that haven’t made it inside you just yet," He groans at the memory of it and your hand had unintentionally met the firm dips of his v-line, causing every inch of his body to shudder violently against you.

Then you deadpan, “Okay, never mind.”

To which he flashes a smug smile your way, “Keh.”

What a weirdo.

☆ Gojo Satoru — sneezing.

This freak. When he’d muttered a strangely hoarse bless you after the sneeze you’d let out, you tried not to think much of it.

But it was a little difficult to do that when he started to stare at you afterwards, flaunting that look of his that explicitly tells you his mind has gone somewhere very dirty. You were lightly rubbing the back of your hand against the tip of your nose to ease the itching sensation that the sneeze of yours had left and yet your weird ass husband was spotted in the corner of your eye bitting his bottom lip.

You sneeze one time during sex and now the damn from you sound makes his dick stand up no matter the situation!

Apparently whenever you sneeze, you clench especially hard around him—hard enough to drive him absolutely insane.

The two of you were trying to do some late spring cleaning and ended up in your cozy little attic, the air tinged with dust due to the vacancy of this area of your home. So naturally you were prone to a sneeze or two.

Unfortunately for you, this gave Gojo the brightest idea of all time.

He now has you hoisted up in his large, grabby hands—fucking you stupid as he bounces you up and down the fidgety length of his flushed cock—and hoping that having sex in this specific part of your home will coax a sneeze or two out of you.

"You're so weird," The words muddled out of your mouth in an airless little laugh, your head falling forward against the firm plane of his shoulder as he readjusted the mean grip he had on your thighs.

Despite hearing you just fine and smiling, "Is there something you wanted to say, baby?" Gojo asks, breath coming out warm near your skin.

Your eyes roll. "I said-," His hips snap upward just to purposefully cut you off, his thickened shaft sprawling your weepy hole open all the more with his ever swift motion. "Nngh-, ‘said you're so weird."

His head turned just so that his lips could brush at the shivering shell of your ear, "And yet," Gojo's teeth bare out to graze over your skin teasingly, "You're the one squeezing my cock like you don't wanna let him go." He points out.

While that was more than true, you weren't about to give him the satisfaction of you admitting it when he's the same mane who got turned on from your sneezing.

The attic air was rather warm from the glowy sun outside, and dust particles floated around lazily through the slanted beams of warm rays creeping through the singular small window placed not too far away from where Gojo stood with you. Nearly every bit of forgotten furniture cluttered in the area was painted over with a thin layer of ashy gray.

It'd been quite some time since the two of you had been in here. Hell, you believe the last time you both visited your attic was back when you guys were still christening the house via fucking in every room.

Per his idea, by the way.

The wooden floorboards beneath Gojo's sturdy feet had creaked from the weight of both his body and you hauled up in his arms. Wet droplets of slick splattered down onto the floor just under you with his every other uneven thrust, and you found yourself holding onto him tighter as he suddenly picked up the pace.

The plan to clean the attic up flew out the window about three or so sneezes ago and now he was waiting for you to do the same while his dick was inside you. It shouldn't have been too hard.

"Y'know most h-husbands just say bless you 'n hand their wife a tissue when they sneeze," Your voice was a bit unsteady from the way he was moving inside you—balmy cockhead poking all around your cervix and just kissing at your inner sweet spot to get you all the more wet around him.

You felt his chest rumbling slightly against your tits as he chuckled deeply, "Mmmh, yeah. But most husbands probably aren't blessed with the—fuck, knowledge that their wife's pussy sucks on their cock every time she—"

"Ohmygod, don't say it," You whine, cringing slightly as you leaned away from him as best as you could to catch the expression he was making.

He looked far too proud of himself, "...lets out the cuuutest little—"

"Satoru." You cut off with a warning glare in your eyes.

He only ignores it to smile at you, hands shifting to hike your body up higher in the air. The sudden change in angle brought about stars behind your shutting eyelids, his cock dragging against that squishy spot inside you that had your toe curling.

It seemed as though this was a position he'd managed to perfect with the the way he had you perfectly suspended in the air as if you weighed nothing, your tits bobbing, and feet left to dangle uselessly as he used gravity and his freakish strength to fuck you exactly how he wanted.

Oh, he was getting that sneeze out of you again.

Your hands reached up a little to tangle your fingers into his hair, holding on and tugging at him sharply whenever his tip plucked into the tightest nook of your pussy.

Mouth left open and mixed breathy moans 'n pants pouring out of you, Gojo saw how he already had one part of his plan down so far—fucking you straight to tears like he always did.

"Admit it, sweetheart," His voice dipped a pitch lower and he sounded overly determined to get his way, "You love that I know this about you, that I pay attention."

"Mmph-, I think it's weird, 'Toru. I just said this," You counter, words lacking any sort of bite to them.

Gojo's lips quirk up and his lashes bat slightly as he feels your saccharine walls quivering around the base of his cock, his hips barely rocking your body up. "Riiight, and that's why you're drippin' all down my cock right now—because you think it's weird."

You pout at him, "You're so annoying."

"You love me, though. And you love this," He picks his pace right back up where he'd just barely left off, letting his the crowning tip of his cock swat nastily against your depths to tug something sluggishly slick out of you. "Love that your weirdo husband still thinks you're sexy even when you're blowing sno—"

"I'm gonna get dry if you keep this up," You lie as your fingernails slightly scrape against his scalp and you cling onto his body tighter.

His smile manages to get impossibly wider, "Hah, not with my cock inside you, you're not." Gojo says cockily. Then his brows scrunch up and his dick is felt twitching inside you, "Plus it's your fault I'm like this to begin with, you should've held your sneeze back when we were cockwarming that night."

With every thrust and every word that jumped out of his mouth, you were only finding yourself surprised by the things he was coming up with. Scoffing, "You're being ridiculous."

Gojo lets your little comment slide for the time being and begins to walk over towards one of the attic's dustiest corner. Your expression instantly begins to twist up and you could feel your breathing growing shallower as the prospect of a sneeze tickles at your nostrils.

You really didn't want to give him what he wanted just yet.

"Oh? Did your nose just twitch?" Gojo asks, tugging your body impossibly closer to his so that your tits were sandwiched against his firm chest.

His hips became relentless just then, making it even harder for you to breathe with the way he was mercilessly fucking the air right out of your lungs.

"N-No," You tried to gasp but he saw the way tears welled up in your eyes.

Smirking knowingly at you, "Nah, don't hold it back now. Let it out, sweet girl. C'monnn, I just wanna feel you clench around me again." His voice softens up on you and you let out a short breath.

"This is so weird 'n embarrassing," You're whining, cunt spasming around his jaggedly thrusting cock. He was getting more and more frantic with each second that passed.

"Is it?" Your husband taunted, eyes lighting up as he watched your face contort into an expression that told him you were on the verge of a sneeze. "Well, I think—"

He's cut off almost comically by his own body—the dust having gotten to his nose instead of yours and leading him right into a short sneeze. With it comes a harsh thrust from his hips as the crash against your skin and you feel his muscles clenching tightly before his balls begin to twitch.

And then he's cumming inside you like an idiot.

"Oh," You're gasping now as you smirk right back at him, "I think I'm starting to get the appeal now."

☆ Shoko Ieiri — putting on lipgloss.

It’s a simple thing you, and many other people in the world, do to add some shine to your lips and yet your perpetually overworked girlfriend can’t help but get worked up every time she sees you doing it.

Perhaps it’s because you’re hers that it drives her insane but fuck, something about watching that pretty translucent shade of gloss slip out across the gorgeous curves of your lips makes her mind run to the most sinful of places.

It always reminds her of her lips against yours—and no, not the ones on your face.

There's only one other thing she can think of that's as lustrous 'n pretty as your lips are after you put on lipgloss. And that other thing is the same thing she's spreading open now with the two meticulous pads of her thumbs.

Your pussy is quivering under her due to the way she's panting like she's on the verge of dehydration from not lapping at you fast enough. She watches the cute pucker and clench your hole makes around nothing as she does so—eyeing how slobbers of slick dribbles out of you and trails down to your other hole.

You always got so wet for her, she just couldn't get enough of it.

That, and what's better than eating out her pretty girl after a long day of work?

Shoko nearly moans after blowing some air over your cunt to watch the way it flinches in reaction. "So cute," She mutters gently, "And wet." Then she's sending a fat wad of spit towards your clit and letting it trickle downward to mix with the rest of your soaked glory.

You don't even get to say anything before she's diving right in. Hell, you're not sure what got into her in the first place. You were supposed to be heading out to do some shopping but in the midst of your getting ready, Shoko said she needed something from you beforehand.

You knew she was watching you get all dolled up but you didn't think she was getting turned on from it too.

Locking her lips onto your cunt, she darts the length of her tongue out and sloppily lathers the muscle with your taste before groaning. A moan of her name leaves your lips but she hardly hears it—the taste of you has her dazed already.

Truth be told, Shoko could eat you out for hours and never get tired. Which makes sense, of course. You were her favorite meal after all.

But one of the best parts about doing so now—after you'd recently applied lipgloss—is looking up to see the way your mouth flails open with drool slipping out to mix with it. She always had you a wet mess from every single hole and she loved it.

Considered herself obsessed with it, even.

You shoot a hand down to her hair and try to grab ahold of her, pathetically attempting to move or shift her mouth where you want it to be but ultimately failing. Shoko goes wherever she wants to, the area of desire being your clit at the current moment with the way she foes from those lengthy laps 'n licks to kissing and softly suctioning her mouth to your slobbering pussy.

"Fuck, I almost forgot how sweet this pussy gets," She comments gingerly, warm breath grinding out against your smeared-open folds. "All sensitive on my tongue, nnngh-, can't get enoughhh..."

Her eyes sealed shut for a moment and you saw how she smiled into your cunt, kissing and licking like she was drunk on you or something. Fairly enough, she always got like this when she ate you out but fuck if it didn't drive you just as crazy each time.

Shoko's lips cup around your clit and she pulls at the sensitive bundle of nerves, the tip of her tongue tickling you obscenely before she moans into you once more.

Your back arches up away from the bed and you're left gasping for the air that'd recently left your throat, "Sho—fuuuck, Shoko..."

Her smile widens slightly when she hears you moaning for her but that doesn't stop the nasty flicks of her tongue. Then it begins to twist in a sloppy manner and her hands maneuvered over to peel your pussy lips further apart. She only removes her mouth from you to glide it downwards and pluck her tongue directly into your hole.

A broken gasp jumps out of you and she watches the entire thing from in between your legs. Then her hips and thighs move to try 'n relive the ache she felt building up in between them, especially as she saw how much of a mess you'd been above her.

Your lipgloss had smeared down to your chin and the sight made her eyes widen. Then her mouth worked at your cunt harder, feasting on you like a woman absolutely and utterly starved. Something feral left her throat but you're not sure if it was a groan or a growl.

It was some type of husked sound that made you try to push at her head. Of which she shakes immediately, "Don't fuckin' push at me," Shoko demands, eyes glaring as they find yours, "Let me-, ah.. ruin you. C'mon, cutie, you can take it. S'just my tongue," She hums before dragging that very muscle around your entrance.

Your hands moved elsewhere and you instead tried to pull your body away from her, only to be cut off by her arms moving to wrap around your legs and yank you back towards her mouth.

She pops off of you and then spits meanly, following it up with a harsh smack to your cunt. "Try taking my pussy away from me again 'n see what happens," Shoko warns, "Don't move, take it—I only just started."

Gulp.

☆ Choso Kamo — putting on/taking off shoes.

No, he doesn’t have a foot fetish.

You had started to think your best friend was a little weird when he’d stare at your legs whilst you slipped out of or into your shoes. But, with the way he’s currently panting like some mutt against your thigh, you realize his odd staring had nothing to do with your feet specifically.

Instead, his unwavering gazes had everything to do with the jealousy he felt in his heart upon seeing you apply so much pressure onto your footwear instead of him. Weird, right?

Yeah, he’s aware. But fuck, sue him for wanting his best friend—who orders him around 24/7—to step on him a time or two!

Which you're finally doing now after catching the erection he managed to get just from helping you put your heels on.

In his defense, it was a gorgeous red pair of heels he couldn't wait to see you walking around in.

Also the same pair of heels he accidentally came on a week ago when he was jerking off in your closet...

But that part was besides the point, all that mattered in this present moment was how good your heel felt mashing into the thiiiick outline of his poor cock—finally applying all the pressure he’d been fantasizing about.

“Nnngh-,” Choso moans, head slumped against your thigh with wet pants splaying out over your skin. “More, p-please, more… mistress—“

“Excuse me?” You choke and your foot stutters in its stepping as that title hits your ears.

You figured he’d be pathetic once he got a taste of you like this but you were not expecting him to say that in the slightest. And the way he angles his head up to look at you with those charming brown eyes of his—all glimmered over with tears while his hips jerk to create more friction between your heel and his dick.

“You’re such a loser, Cho. How many times did you think about this, hm?” You ask in an unfairly demeaning tone that makes his heart skin multiple beats within his chest.

“So many fuckin’ times,” He gasps out as if his breath had run away from his lungs entirely. The warm skin of his cheek is felt rubbing against your leg and he looks rather deranged in the state he's in, “Fuuuck—do y’know how long I’ve been wanting you to step on me?” He asks in return.

You head tips in faux thought and you bring your free hand up to your chin, the other occupied with patting his head softly, “Mmm, I think I’ve got a pretty good guess.” Then you move your touch to his broad shoulders and force the upper half of his body away from your limbs—exposing all of his pathetic frame to you. “In fact, I want you to pull your cock out and show me how badly you’ve been wanting this.”

Choso’s never moved faster to do anything in his life.

His hands are a bit jittery as they slip beneath the thick band of his sweats, then his boxers, and soon his dick is quickly flying out into the air. The upper inches of it appear to be a flushing shade of red, and he looks like he'd cum if you blew at him.

You spot a thick pool of precum spilling out from his mushroomy head and find yourself biting at your lip, then you let the tip of your heel brush against his shaft and Choso whimpers.

“Y-Yes,” He mumbles, “More, fuck.. please-, step on me moreee.” His body moves about against the floor so that he could meet the motions of your heel with a few ruts of his own.

You roll your eyes at how desperate he is but let your foot do exactly as he’s asked and grind it against his cock, guiding his erection down in a way that looks like it should hurt.

And yet, Choso’s throwing his head back and moaning into the air. “Ohmygodddd,” He releases a hoarse grunt from the pressure you're gifting him, “That’s so fuckin’ hot. C-Can you tell me how.. hahh-, pathetic I am too?”

You blink. “What?”

“Please?" Choso's eyes get droopy and he pants leisurely while giving you the cutest puppy eyes he could manage, "Look at me—look at how m’leaking all over your shoes… isn’t that nasty?”

Clearly he was taunting you into giving him exactly what he wanted. And unfortunately for you, it was working.

“Yeah, really nasty…” You say in a soft spoken tone. The edge of your heel lifts up to his tip and you tap at it in short intervals, watching the way he squirms and sporting a smirk on your lips as you say, “Think you can be a good boy ‘n lick them clean for me after I let you cum?”

Choso nods aggressively enough to bring himself to a throbbing headache, but he doesn’t care.

Which makes you snort, “Wow, Choso. I mean pathetic is one thing but, you’re more like a slut for me, aren’t you? Rubbing yourself all over my shoes like that… what a needy boy.”

Only a few words out of your mouth and all his fantasies had been fulfilled tenfold. He couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back, lips wobbly from how many sounds were escaping them, “M’gonna cum."

Your foot presses down harder and adjusts his cock over to the left, forcing it to pulse against the skin of his waist. Challenging him as you snort, “Are you?”

“Please-, ohfuck.. pleeease let me cum,” Choso's a quick learner, he didn't need any more questions out of that mouth of yours to realize you wanted him to ask for it. “I’ll be good, I’ll lick it up when m’done, I’ll lick you up when I’m done—whatever you want, please.. let me cumm.”

You pretended not to hear the claim in between his pleas about how he'd lick you up, ignoring the throb it invokes from deep in between your legs. It was almost annoying how he was the one receiving pleasure here and yet you could feel your panties clinging to your folds from wet arousal already.

Then, with gracious eyes do you nod your head and hum, “Mmmh, fine. Go ahead.”

A throaty groan is ripped out of his throat as he does so. Choso’s body jolts, cum shooting out of his tip in creamy waves

“Fuuuhh-, fuck..” His breath sounds exasperated.

You’re left to watch his release come flying out, landing up along your shin and even a little higher than that. As it lands, you feel the way it sluggishly glides down and Choso’s busy trying to collect himself from where he is.

Once his panting comes to a stop and he manages to blink away those tears he’d been holding back—his eyes run down along your body and just when you try to pull your leg away from him, he reaches out for it.

His grip on you is sudden and rather rough, but you let it slide for the time being. Your composure falters for a moment in shock, and he decides to take things another step forward.

At first, he does as you said and starts to lick up his cum—cleaning it off your shoe and the lower end of your leg. Then he starts to take some of his seed up onto his thumb and lick it up that way, scarcely meeting eyes with you every now ‘n then.

You didn’t realize he’d schemed something up until it was too late.

Choso went to wipe up the second to last drop of his cum and paused before taking it into his mouth. 

Noticing his hesitation, “Hey, that’s not all of—“

The man cuts you off via grabbing at the bottom of your dress, and pulling you to bend down towards him. You stumble from your footing and then choke on your own breath.

Within your gasp and while your mouth is open, Choso swipes his cum out across your lips and then pushes himself up on his knees to lick it off—tongue sneaking into your mouth right after.

“Mmph!” You moan against him, kissing him back but definitely cursing him out within your head.

When he pulls away, he’s got a smile on his face even as he whispers, “Sorry.”

To which you glare at him, “You’re not.”

His voice grows low and sheepish as his gaze darts off from yours, “I was jus’ following your instructions. You said to lick it all up.”

“Yeah, but—“

“And I think,” He leans away from your face and dips down towards your legs, “Some of it got in between your thighs…”

It absolutely did not, but with the way he was looking at you…

Your head turns away and you stand up straight before crossing your arms. “W-Well then… clean me up properly.”

Choso’s cock twitches faintly and he’s bubbling with his own excitement as he starts to move your legs apart, “With pleasure.”

☆ Toji Fushiguro — working out.

There’s nothing Toji loves more than seeing you sweat. You thought it was his normal way of being overly affectionate in the beginning of your relationship with him, but over time you’ve come to learn that your boyfriend actually has a thing for you exercising.

And it doesn’t matter how you do so either. You could go on a short walk around the neighborhood, do some yoga around the house, stretch as soon as you wake up from a nap—and that big perv is rubbing a hand over the fat cock stiffening in between his legs.

Ever the weirdo.

If only you’d known about his obsession with seeing you exercise prior to going to the gym with him.

You were doing some cardio, running on the treadmill and oblivious to his verdant eyes trained solely on you from across the way. You already warned him beforehand that if he couldn’t control himself during one trip to the gym then it wouldn’t be happening again.

Toji tried to keep his eyes away from you, but he saw one too many other people walking your way and throwing their gazes at you for him to ignore.

And by the time his attention landed on you, he was a goner. You were running rather fast and all he could focus on was the way your body looked in motion. There was nothing inherently sexual about watching you sprint, but you couldn’t tell that to Toji.

Only thing running through his mind was the multiple ways in which he could work you out afterwards. 

He was only halfway through his workout before he saw you heading off towards the locker rooms. And what kind of man would he be if he didn’t follow after his wife?

Okay, technically he had no real reason to do so but he’s not about to explain that to you now—even though you’re cocking a brow at him and questioning him about it.

“Toji, I told you to behave,” You sigh as you turn around and bend over, reaching for the clean shirt that’d fallen down within your locker.

Rookie mistake.

Now he’s creeping behind you and putting his hands on your waist, coming over to your ear and whispering, “I’m so behaved, baby. Haven’t even done anything yet.”

Your head shakes as you stand up straight, “Yet?”

Your questioning is immediately answered when you shift backwards and feel the heavy bulge poking in between your ass cheeks. All you could do at this point was shut your eyes and exhale again.

Glancing back over your shoulder, “How long have you had that?”

“Since I saw you stretching,” He admits.

You wanted to laugh at the man since that happened almost an hour ago. Instead, you simply turn your head away and let your shoulders drop, “Perv.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Your husband grumps, “Tell me more about it while I fuck ya’.”

A cool brush of air meets your suddenly exposed thighs as your workout pants are tugged right off your body in one go.

“Toji!” You whisper-shout, feeling him apologetically nuzzle his face into your neck.

Then you feel that tender tip of his swatting its way in between your folds as wets himself with your arousal. “Shhhh, no one’s coming in here,” Toji insists.

Considering how you were equally as turned on as he was—with the way you’d been eyeing his beefy body work out all evening long—there wasn’t much of an argument on your end.

Though, you can’t say you expected him to be so animalistic with the eay he fucks you up against that locker. The poor thing is shaking and making all sorts of creaky, rickety noises while he pounds the meaty girth of his cock deep into your cunt.

You had to pull your shirt up and bite down on the fabric just to stop yourself from crying out too loudly.

Toji on the other hand didn’t seem to care one bit about the noises, nearly lifting your body further up against the lockers as he gruffed into your skin. “Love this fuckin’ pussy,” He praises, heavy balls hammering against your puffy folds as he stuffed himself in to the hilt of your cunt with each thrust.

“Hnngh-, hahhh—yeahh?” Your shirt falls out from in between your teeth, “H-How much?”

Your questioning taunt has his cock growing impossibly harder, and he sandwiches your frame against the cold metal ahead.

Each movement from his hips is accompanied by a sharp thwack of his chubby tip, streeetching you out from the inside and aching to pull something soaked from out of you.

“You know how much I love my pussy—nasty lil’ thing.” Toji huffs before wrapping one massive arm around your waist and towing your body back onto his to meet with him, “Always squeezin’ this dick like she wants every drop of cum I’ve got for her.” His thumb locates your clit and taps at it, “Ain’t that right, doll? You want me to cum inside ya’. Right here in this locker room, ‘n force ya’ to walk out with it drippin’ alllll down these pretty thighs?”

Your maw dangles open all dumbly and he grunts loudly at the way your walls convulse around him in a rather nasty fashion—as if to answer him or something.

Toji’s free hand moves out to slam into the locker as he holds onto it and you swear you see him dent it a little. Still holding you in one arm, you’re reminded of just how strong your husband really is.

He practically lifts you up a few inches off the ground and pins you to the locker, “Think you can still run on that treadmill after bein’ thoroughly bred?” He asks only to earn a gaping sound out of the pit of your stomach, “C’mon, talk to me, dollface. Wanna hear it out this slutty mouth of yours.”

Dropping you, your legs are left trembling once your feet hit the floor and you don’t even get to breathe properly before Toji’s moving his arm from around your waist and up to grab at your jaw.

Angling your face back to his, he’s just babbling on about all the things he plans on doing to you—leaving you little to no room to answer him with any words.

“I might hafta’ cum inside you before every workout—make sure you’re reminded of who this pussy belongs to each time you come here,” Toji’s tongue folds out to lick the sweat off the side of your neck. He saw some people in particular looking at you for a few seconds too long so you can’t really blame him for his suggestions, “Would ya’ like that?”

You told yourself right there at that moment that you’re probably not going to attend this gym with him again.

Especially since your trainer—a tall blonde named Nanami—comes walking in due to a noise complaint he’d received from one of the other gym-goers outside.

Shit.

☆ Geto Suguru — yapping.

Now, between the two of you, you’ve always been the talker. He made a habit of throwing out a topic he knows you like, just to get you to talk more and then fall silent as he listens.

You adored his attentiveness for a long time until you realized he’d only been that way for an ulterior reason. That reason being that hearing you ramble on about literally anything gets his dick unbelievably wet.

Mainly because he loves to mess up the flow of your speeches by touching you—as he currently finds himself grinding the long, curvy shaft of his cock up ‘n in between your pussy lips. It started out as dry humping while you told him about your hectic day.

But now…

“Keep talkin’, gorgeous. I swear I’m listening,” Geto claimed despite doing everything but. His eyes weren’t even at your face anymore—trained entirely on the way your lips got speared apart by the head of his cock each time he rolled his hips forward.

Your cunt was leaking all over him far too much for you to remain focused on whatever story you'd been most recently yapping about. Instead moaning, “Thought about you all-, hnngh—all day, Sugu.”

“Yeahh? I know you did, pretty girl.” Geto puffs out gently, as if his length wasn't being the exact opposite with each heave and drudge against your exposure. “Did you think about this too? About my dick slippin’ against you like this? Teasin’ you?” His voice gets breathy as he says that, falling victim to the same thing as you with the way he gets caught up in the not-so-dry humping.

“Uhuhh,” Your hips stag upwards and roll, forcing his cock to angle down and press a nasty smooch against your hole.

Geto's hand moves to sprawl out against your abdomen and he forces you to be flat against the cushions. Scoffing whilst taking his shaft into his other hand and angling it around your slavering hole instead of in, “Keep talkin’ then. Finish that story of yours. What happened with Satoru after he spilled that drink on you?” He asks.

He needed to get back on track here. After all, you only allowed him to grind against you if he promised to listen to your story properly.

“Suguruuu,” You started to whine though, as if it wasn't you who agreed to this in the first place. He then watches as you grab at his wrist and wiggle your body around below him, cutely trying to work that plump head of his past your desperate ring of resistance, “I-I can’t think about him right now,” You push his hand away next and reach further down to grab at his cock, “Jus’ put it innn. Pleaseee?”

Geto manages to smile but his breath hitches in your throat. While he loves hearing you all needy for him, he also wants to be good and abide by your prior request, “Hm… I could," He says playfully, nibbling on his lip once you begin to stroke the inches of his dick he refuses to put in you, “But I think I wanna hear you l-like—hah, shit... like this for a little longer.”

Purposefully, your mean boyfriend begins to fuck himself into the small hole your hand has created for him and you continue to feel him slide all his weight over your clit each time he thrusts forward. It was driving you inside since you could feel his many veins twitching to be shoved inside you instead.

“Fuck me,” You gasp, hoping your please would convince him to do so quickly, “Please Sugu, I need you inside me.”

His dick practically jumps against your hand and you watch how his chest rises and falls with the deep breaths he has to take to hold himself back. “Need me inside you?" He snickers, "Oh, so you want my fingers then?”

The prettiest pout appears on your lips and it makes his cock begin to drool excessively onto your skin. “N-No, I need your dick inside me. C’mon Sugu, don’t you wanna fuck me?” You say before holding your legs up ‘n open for him, “Can't you see how wet I am for you?”

Geto tries—he really does—not to look down, but when you're spreading your legs like that... he just can't help himself. His eyes descend your body and a pornographic expression is painted into his pretty features.

“Shiiit…” He mutters, moving his hips back and jerking himself off in a few, quickened strokes, before he places his swollen tip up against your cunt, “You always know how to convince me, huh?”

Not a second more is wasted before he's sliding into you with vigor, eyes locking onto the moans you let out, and head tilting over.

“Missed this dick inside you that badly? That moan was louder than normal," Geto teases, feeling your pussy let out a squeaky squelch around his thickness.

You meet his eyes with something sinful coating your own, “I missed you fucking me."

“Oh yeah?” His arms move out so that he could properly cage you beneath him, hips casually bucking into you to spread the translucent glosses of his precum all across your hugging walls, “How much, baby? Talk to me—talk to Sugu.” He mocks.

You're a mess under him already and he feels as though he's barely even done anything yet. Plus, he still hasn't let you finish that story of yours and it's gonna make him feel bad any second now. You seemed so excited to tell him what happened while you were out today and now...

“Nnngh-, aanh,” Moans were slopping out of your mouth and your body was easily being fucking up against the bed, the frame distantly thumping against the wall hard enough to leave multiple marks that you're sure to scold him about later. “S-Soo much, Sugu," You reply, "Thought about havin' you inside me all fuckin’ day.”

Geto truly couldn't get enough of your voice. He loved hearing you talk more than anything, so every time you moan for him it just drives him insane. His balls come slapping against your skin with each heavy rock of his slim hips, cock getting swallowed up so nastily by that gorgeous pussy of yours.

Hell, he can't help himself from pushing into you a little deeper, “Ohhh don’t tell me that. My poor girlll, did you rub one out before I got home?”

You nod helplessly and your hands are reaching up to hold onto his arms, leaving light scratches across his skin due to how rough he was getting with you. “Wanted to feel you," Your whines ring out and enter his ears the same way a loving kiss from you would.

“Awhh, did you?” He mocks you again and ends up tossing his hair back—long, dark locks flying with the motion all elegantly as he grunts. “Shit, you’re so cute when you’re like this. Couldn’t even finish that little story of yours.”

Your legs feel like jello underneath the large man once his pounding begins to slant—the crooked curve of his cock knocking around that spongey spot inside you, and earning gossamers of your arousal to squirt out in return.

Then he's got the nerve to grin, “Guess you’ll have to tell me about it later.”

As if that won’t lead to the same thing happening all over again…

☆ Yuki Tsumuko — eye rolls.

Now, your girlfriend has many joys in this world but one of her favorite things to do with you is be nice 'n close to your face while she's knuckle deep in your cunt.

Why? Because she loooves watching the way your eyes flock to the very back of your head each time she curls her precise digits into that spot she knows you so desperately crave for her to reach. Giggling, "Hear how loud my girl is?" She'd tease in a slightly hoarse mutter.

You'd let out a moan in response if it weren't for her lips latching onto your again to drown the sound out completely. Her tongue twirls and dances over yours the same way it typically does to your pussy and you try your best to keep up with her but it's no use.

Perhaps you should've known better than to catch an attitude with her. You only rolled your eyes once because of how much she'd been lecturing you about something and now she was punishing you for it.

You can't really say you were complaining, though.

She pulls away from your mouth simply to watch the way your face twists up into pure bliss. Her fingers are dragging out something far too sweet 'n delicious out of your weeped hole, and she's eyeing down the way whines of her name leave your pretty, spit-slicked lips.

"Y-Yuki, please," You gasp and attempt to lift your hips for a moment to breathe only to be tugged right back down by the grip she's got on you with her free hand.

Then she pouts as if to mock you, "Aw, you close, pretty?" She hums in that faux sweet tone that causes your stomach to churn with butterflies, thighs a trembly mess over hers. "Gonna cum for me? Make a nasty lil' mess on me like you always do? Hm?"

As she continues to taunt you, her fingertips are busy rubbing right against that angled spot inside you that has your eyes crossing with stars in them. You're trying to nod your dumb head, and wanting nothing more than to duck down and hide your expression from her greedy eyes.

You make a laughable attempt at doing so, trying to move your face into the crook of her neck only to be stopped by the searing grip of her hand coming up to your throat. Her thumb pushes at your chin to lift it up and she smiles when you're forced to look at her again.

"Tryin' to hide your face from me now? Seriously?" She gasps in an exaggerated manner. "Now, you know that's my favorite part of you." Her fingers pick up in pace all of a sudden and you could feel the pads of each one ramming into you as if to punish you. "Just look atcha', all teary eyed 'n pouty like you weren't asking for this."

Your eyes are quick to dart elsewhere but you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, "S-Shut upp," You huff, "I hate it when you stare at me like that."

The knowing smile on her face only widens out before she tips her head to the side, thumbing at your puckered lil' clit to roll her name into it. "Do what?" Yuki puffs out in that soft tone once more, brownish eyes dilating fro the disorientated sight of you, "Watch you when you're about to cum? Smile at the way your eyes run to the back of your head 'cause it's too much for ya'?

Before you could even answer her, she was leaning forward and your body was easily getting unsteady with its hovering over her lap.

"Would you rather I watch her instead?" She taunts, pushing you over so that your back flops down against the mattress. "Cause' I can do that. It has been a while since I've seen my girl up close, after all. Wonder if she's got just as much of an attitude with me as you do."

With a heavy huff exiting your throat, you watch with wide, glossy eyes as she sits up over you and meets your thighs with her soaked hands. Internally you were dreading what was about to happen as Yuki was never one to be gentle with her tongue as it laid onto your folds.

She parts your legs open for herself, "Think she missed me just as much as I missed her?"

You're too busy trying to cover your face out of some sort of shyness, refusing to answer or look at your eager girlfriend. To which Yuki playfully rolls her eyes and repositions herself down in between your legs. Her eyes stay up on you and your heavily breathing chest for a moment before she pushes forward and presses a chaste kiss against the soaked slit of your pussy.

"Babyyyy," She purrs in that evil voice of hers, "Look at me, will you?"

Even though you know damn well she only wanted to tease you, you ended up listening to her anyway as you removed your hands from your face and lazily drag your eyes down to her.

God, the sight was nothing short of sexy.

Her blonde hair had been strung back into a messy ponytail, brown eyes set dead on you, and pretty pinked lips slipping upwards into that smile you know and love so much.

"Theree she is," Yuki coos, tipping her head to the side again as she flaunts a mocking pout at you, "Was that so hard?"

Your brows tangle upwards and just as you go to answer her, she slots her two fingers right back into you slooowly with a loud squelch emitting into the room. "No," You whisper, "But d-do you have to stare?"

She scoffs, "Of course I do! How else would I watch your eyes roll back while I fuck you?"

Surely she was going to be the death of you.

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[limitless-satoru]

Satoru convinces you being naked will warm you faster

"T-toru," Your teeth chattered, "You're being an-nnoying," You tried to pull the blanket tighter against you.

You had somehow been convinced to enter a snowball fight with Satoru until he won--but that was because he cheated by shoving a giant pile of snow down the back of your coat. Now you were freezing, you couldn't seem to warm up no matter how many blankets you covered yourself in, and your stupid boyfriend thought his suggestion of "We could get naked and cuddle, our body heat will warm you faster," was even a good idea.

"Baby, come on, I promise it'll work. I feel bad." He kneeled in front of you on the couch, a deep pout on his face as he held your cold feet over the blanket.

"If you felt so bad, you wouldn't have done it in the first place." You glared at him.

"Pleaseeee," He pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You huffed, teeth still chattering, and willing to try anything at this point, "Fine."

He sprung up from the floor with a huge smile on his face, tossing his clothes somewhere in the room. He tilted his head at you and you rolled your eyes, escaping from the warmth of your blanket for just a moment to remove your clothes, the cool air sending goosebumps across your skin.

Before you had the chance to cover yourself fully, Satoru snuck under the blanket with you, pulling you flush to his chest.

"Brrrr, you're cold," He flinched when your body touched his.

"I wonder whose fault that is."

Your body still shook and you were about to tell him his idea was stupid once more, but then he pulled you somehow even further into him, and though you were still cold, at least this was a bit more comfortable.

Though, with your face pressed against him, his warmth did start creeping into you. Your teeth were no longer chattering, and the feeling in your cheeks was coming back. After what he did, you were not going to admit it to him, but your body was warming up. It was like a strong heat radiated from him and slowly warmed you from the inside out.

He kissed the top of your head, "Feeling better?" You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"No," You grimaced.

"Sure," He chuckled, squeezing you, "You aren't shaking anymore."

"I was bound to warm up eventually," You countered.

"Just admit my idea was good." His hand ran down your back.

"Shut up," You nuzzled further into his chest.

"Yeah, alright. I deserve that." He laughed once more, holding you tight.

Hi friends! Just wanted to write something small to get back into the swing of writing for Satoru!

*Please do not repost, copy, or use any of my works to feed your AI*

[neotoru]

‧₊ ˚⊹ all the times husband!gojo uses his technique for you

note 4k, fluff ! took some small creative liberties with limitless ct in this, i hope you dont mind :3 also the chunking type layout of this is inspired by @heartkaji ( i recommend checking out her work, it's always super creative and fun ! )

satoru is offended, to say the least. the higher-ups keep nagging him about not using his technique outside of jujutsu society. something about keeping his stamina up, not exhausting himself when it wasn’t necessary. 

“your cursed energy is for exorcising curses on missions, not for wasting away on that wife of yours.” 

the words linger in his head for a while after he had been brought in to be scolded, the memory leaving a sour taste in his mouth. firstly, they should know better than to suggest that gojo was ever wasting any of his cursed energy, as if it wasn’t practically impossible for him to ever run out. secondly, how dare they insinuate that you’re not a good enough reason to use his technique? you are the most important person in his life. whatever time not spent on work, he makes sure to dedicate it and every fibre of his being into making you the happiest person in the world. 

whatever, gojo thinks to himself, waving off their harsh words. his body and technique are his to do what he will with. he’s not a thing to be used; they can’t control him, anyway.

regardless, it’s not like he even uses it that often...

2:43PM : MISSIONS AREN’T THAAAT IMPORTANT

gojo always keeps his phone’s ringer turned on nowadays. he never used to; never even used to bring the phone with him in the first place. there was no need—no one would be contacting him during a mission unless it was really urgent. and in that case, they could just send someone over once he was done. but it’s different now that you’re in his life. he would drop anything and everything for you, and he does. 

one afternoon, he’s on a mission. needs to exorcise some curse in osaka. he’s due to be away for a couple of days, ijichi even booked him an overnight hotel and everything. he had complained at first, not understanding why he needed to leave you alone for any longer than a day at most. but apparently gojo was desperately needed. so, reluctantly, he packed a bag and went about his business. 

so, you’re still at home. much like him, you have things to be doing. one of them is picking up all the slack at the school since your husband is away. you’ve now been tasked with teaching both second and first years while he’s gone, so you’re very busy. as if grade promotions being around the corner weren’t enough to make you sick with stress, now you’ve got double the lessons to be prepping and delivering.

in your little office, you sit back on your desk chair and rub your temples. classes are finally done for the day, but it’s not like the work is over—far from it, actually. you have so much paperwork to do; your focus is on finishing the termly progress reports for your second years. sliding the drawer open, you fumble around for the four stacks of paper, and—

fuck. 

where are they? your mind floods with anxiety; you must have misplaced them at some point. you’ve just been so tired recently, having to juggle missions, teaching, reports and paperwork while satoru has been away the entire time, so you don't even have his strong arms to hold you and comfort you at night. with all of the extra load, your mind has been completely scattered. 

you pace up and down your office, racking your brain for any hint of where you may have put them. your heart pounds heavily, thrumming in your ears. yaga wants these reports by tonight. it’s not like you procrastinated on them, either! you actually had them mostly done, and all you needed to do was proofread them and sign off. what can you even do at this point? tell him that you’ve lost them and that you’ll get it to him by the end of the week? no. these reports are crucial for potential promotions and you’ll be damned if your students don’t get their deserved progression after all of their hard work this year. 

feeling yourself beginning to spiral, you reach for your phone in your pocket. your fingers automatically find satoru’s contact, barely even giving it a second thought. you don't even really know what you want him to do at this point, but you just need to hear his voice. your fingers hover over his name. you know he’s busy, know he’s probably currently out in the field right now doing important work, but your chest feels tight and something inside you presses call, anyway. 

ring, ring, ri—

“hello?” his voice over the crackling call already soothes you. 

“satoru—” your voice cracks. 

and the space around you shifts, getting heavier as a weight pushes into you before you can even register what’s happening. 

“i'm here, baby,” he sounds closer, smoother. “what's up?” 

what… the hell? you think you must be dreaming. all of the stress must have finally caught up with you, and you’ve passed out and are currently imagining your husband here with you.

no. no, you’re wrong. he’s here and he’s real and— what is he doing here?

“satoru!” you whisper-shout. “you’re supposed to be in osaka right now. fuck, if anyone sees you, you’ll be in so much trouble.” 

he shrugs. “relaaaax, sweetheart. they can’t touch me. literally.”

you scoff lightly at his unshakeable arrogance. 

“plus,” he adds, stepping closer to you. one hand comes out to cup your cheek as he analyses your face, taking note of the creases between your brows. “whatever i was doing couldn't have been half as important as tending to my ever-so-sweet wife.”

your temper softens at his unwavering kindness. you had momentarily forgotten about the lost papers, too focused on your husband showing up out of thin air. shoulders sagging down again, you tell him about the reports and how important they are, though he already knows that fact. 

satoru listens intently, nodding. his thumb brushes lightly against your cheek and you lean into the warmth of his touch, a welcome feeling after only a couple of days without him. he doesn’t make fun of you, doesn’t play up his usual gojo antics and tease you for being worried. no, right now the love of his life needed his reassurance, and he was here to give it to them. 

“okay,” his voice is low, eyes searching yours. “so we’ll find them.”

your heart melts at how he always treats you with such gentleness, even if you had just made an insane screw-up. the two of you scour your entire office, searching every nook and cranny for where you could have potentially misplaced the files. and thank fuck satoru manages to find them tucked away in the corner of the small cupboard where you usually keep your outside jacket. you don't know how they got there, but you can't bring yourself to care. all of the worry from your body immediately releases, the tension in your posture loosening as you sigh in relief. 

your husband pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “told you we’d find them.” 

“thank you, satoru. i love you,” you hum, enjoying the heat radiating off his body. you pull apart from him, looking up into his eyes. his blindfold is tugged down his neck, you now realise, which must mean he was in the middle of using his six eyes with full effort. “you should really get back to what you were doing.” you tap his chest lightly. “see you in a few days?”

he pouts, eyebrows knotted together. “can’t i just stay? i’m already here, now. it’s a pain to go back.” 

“even if you won’t get in trouble, i won’t be able to hear the end of it from the higher-ups if you stay.” 

“do i really have to?” he whines, tilting his head back in frustration. 

“i don’t want you to go either, but you have to. come on.” who were you if not the voice of reason in satoru’s dynamic life? 

“fine, fine.” he throws his hands up. “but only because i don’t want you to get it in the neck.” he captures your lips in a welcoming kiss. 

you hug him one last time before he disappears. “what were you even doing when i called? you got here fast.” 

“i told you,” he smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “nothing important.” 

well, nothing that was important for you to know. unbeknownst to you, gojo was quite literally in the middle of an exorcism. some grade one curse that apparently no one else had the strength to handle. satoru knew they were just short-staffed. so there he was, mid-action, crushing some spirit one-handed, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

“hold on,” satoru put a finger up to the curse as if it knew what that meant. “gotta take this.” 

the mission could wait. the curse wasn't going anywhere; it lacked any sort of real intelligence to be able to flee when it was already half dead. so, of course he teleported to you as soon as he heard the crack in your voice. sure, he probably should have let it ring out to voicemail and listened to it five minutes later, when he would have inevitably finished the curse off. however, you are always his top priority. you come first in his life. 

9:15AM : A SOFA IS LIGHTWORK, SWEETHEART

spring cleaning on an early saturday morning. what else could be better? you have your earphones in, humming along to music as you mop the wooden floors of your shared apartment. satoru is currently in the kitchen cooking breakfast—you can smell the mouthwatering aroma of his famous pancakes that you look forward to every weekend. 

everything is perfect, going smoothly. that is, until a fat fly buzzes around your head, darting around with speed. you try to swat it away, one hand still on the mop. your arms are flailing in the air when your bicep brushes against your ear and an earphone falls out, clattering to the ground as your music comes to a staggering halt. everything happens too fast. one moment you’re standing, stepping back into what must have been a wet spot on the floor; the next, the room is tilting and spinning around you and you fall flat on your ass with a loud thud!

“shit!” you shout, probably a little too loudly. 

within seconds, satoru is next to you, helping you up to your feet. “what happened, baby?” he coos. “you okay?” 

wincing, you feel around the back of your shorts and touch a damp patch where you landed. “yeah, fine. just slipped. lost my stupid earphone under the sofa, though,” you groan. “now i’ll have to put my whole arm all the way underneath and i don't think i can survive that.”

“nah,” satoru’s voice lilts. “i got you.” 

inch by inch, the couch begins to slowly lift off the ground, levitating steadily as a shit-eating grin makes its way across satoru’s face. you fold your arms, waiting for him to retrieve your earbud. he doesn’t move an inch. 

“well, aren’t you gonna get it, then?” you can hear the smugness in his voice. 

“fuck you,” you roll your eyes. you pick the small device up off the ground. it’s a little dusty, but nothing too bad. internally, you thank your husband for his service. 

12:27PM : MANIPULATIVE COFFEE SPILLS

it’s a weekday. you both have a free hour, so you decide to spend the time having coffee together at a small cafe on the outskirts of tokyo, relatively near the school. satoru orders a latte for you and some kind of fruity iced drink for himself, despite you insisting that he needs to ease up on the sugar because he’s bound to get diabetes when he’s an old man. it’s better for him than coffee, though. the one time he had a shot of espresso, instead of increasing his focus like intended, he ended up bouncing off the walls with boundless energy. 

grinning, he walks over to you with a tray of two cups and a plate. he sits down opposite you, sliding your mug over to your side of the table. you share a vanilla pastry. it’s yummy: flaky, creamy, and sweet. satoru had protested to sharing at first (he wanted his own dessert), but you told him that if he was getting a sugary drink, then he should be open to compromising on the sweet treat. 

as you’re chatting idly with him, he makes you laugh over something trivial. then you accidentally knock your mug over. it all happens in slow motion. the wobble of the cup, it tilting over the edge of the table, the hot liquid beginning to pour straight into your lap. 

then it stops in midair. you’re going crazy, you must be. confused, you look up at satoru, and he’s just cheesing at you. it all clicks into place. of course, gojo would use his gravity manipulation to stop your coffee from spilling. maybe a little excessive for the situation, but you were grateful nonetheless. with a swish of his finger, he gently lifts the liquid back into the cup, placing it on the table, and it all goes back into place. apart from one drop that plops straight onto your skirt. 

“satoru!” you hiss. 

your husband feigns innocence. “what?” 

“don’t act like you don’t know what you just did.” you point an accusatory finger at him. 

“uh… spare your outfit from boiling hot coffee?”

“you got a drop on me!”

“one single drop…” he mutters under his breath. “i just saved your life and you’re complaining about one single drop.” he drops his gaze from yours, doing his best impression of a kicked puppy. 

“don’t try to manipulate me with those eyes. i know what you’re doing.” 

“what eyes?” he bursts out. “i’m not doing anything!” 

“oh, come on,” you laugh airily. although he’s mildly annoying, sometimes, you can’t deny how endeared you are by him. maybe those puppy dog eyes did work on you. he was cute. “you know very well you left one drop untouched on purpose. you’re telling me the gojo satoru accidentally missed a drop?” 

he tries to hold back a laugh, though it chips away at his faux sadness. “fine, fine…” he allows himself to chuckle properly, now. “you got me. you know me so well, baby.” 

you can’t help but laugh along with him. 

6:53PM : SWEATY PITS ON THE TRAIN !

it was his idea to take the train back to tokyo. not yours. if you had it your way, you would both have teleported back home the moment you finished your mission and would be cuddling together in your own bed. but nooooooo. satoru just had to “make a day out of it.” he insisted that taking the train back would be a fun way to “experience the regular life,” like you had normal office jobs and weren't overworked jujutsu sorcerers. 

but the two of you hadn't taken a train anywhere in what felt like forever, always relying on his speed or teleportation to get to places, so getting on the train back to tokyo was… more than crowded. you had forgotten just how busy rush hour was, all packed into a cramped train like cheap sardines. you led the way onto the carriage, satoru’s hand resting on the small of your back as you shimmied into a crevice where you could stand next to him. he held onto the overhead railing whilst you mainly leaned against his tall frame. honestly, it was such a tight squeeze that you basically didn't even have to hold on to anything; the tension from all the bodies around you was enough to hold you in place. 

then the worst happens. some guy shuffles in, squeeeeezing his way through the crowd. and he’s reaching up, up, until you’re face to face with his sweaty armpit. you crane your head to the side, trying your best not to audibly gag. 

a low hum fills the air. suddenly, the filthy odour is… gone? there’s also a sizeable gap between your face and the man’s unfortunately placed underarm. a weight falls onto your waist—satoru’s hand. you don't have the space to be able to turn around and look up at him, but if you did, you know he’d be making the most over-the-top, exaggerated gagging face, shaking his head at the lack of tact from the other man.

you smile to yourself. he extended his infinity just to shield you from a sweaty armpit. so romantic. 

11:00PM : MOVIE NIGHT BLUES

cuddled up into the corner of the couch after a long day at work, you and your husband sink into the plush pillows beneath your bodies. your back is resting against satoru’s, one of his arms circles your shoulders, the other draped loosely over your waist, atop a fluffy blanket that’s tucked tightly under your chin. you’ve put on a film the two of you have been dying to watch for weeks, but haven’t had the time to see. 

“shit…” you mumble to yourself, remembering that you were supposed to be the one to bring all of the snacks. but now, you were all cosy and settled, and the last thing you wanted to do was move from your position. you’d never be able to get back to this exact spot afterwards. 

“what’s up, baby?” satoru pecks you on your temple. 

you sigh. “nothing, just wish i grabbed those snacks before getting comfy. i don’t wanna get up, now.

slam! a bang comes from the kitchen. within seconds, packets of crisps, popcorn, and bars of chocolate are darting towards you. they stop dead in their tracks before they fully reach your face, stopping just centimetres before, then they fall onto the couch next to your entwined bodies.

“blue?” you question, twisting your neck around to look at him behind you. 

satoru nods, evidently proud of himself. with a flick of his wrist, he closes all of the opened cupboard doors in the kitchen. “even cleaned up after myself. you’re welcome.”

humming happily, you sort through what you want to eat first, settling on a packet of salty popcorn as you hand satoru a sweet pack to tear open. 

“you’re the best,” you say, mouth already stuffed full of kernels. 

satoru is just happy to help, happy that he can make his wife's life even the tiniest bit easier. 

5:12PM : DRAMATIC GUSTS OF WIND

“how do i look?” you twirl out of the bathroom dramatically, smoothing your dress out. tonight is date night. satoru was already ready to go, but you needed a couple more minutes to finish touching up your hair and outfit. so, you made him sit on the bed and wait for you to make an entrance into the bedroom. he still hadn't seen your outfit until you spun out of the door. 

from the edge of the bed, satoru’s gaze lifts from his phone, raking over your figure. crinkles form in the corners of his eyes, his lips twitching up. an easy smile stretches across his mouth as he clicks his fingers. 

out of nowhere, something that you assume is a breeze begins to flutter over your skin, your hair billowing out around you as the fabric of your dress floats up, flowing behind you as you skip over to plant a kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead. his control over his cursed energy is always so precise that he can use red with such accuracy that it only blows languid gusts of wind. 

catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but laugh. you look like you’ve just stepped out of a cheesy action movie trailer. “bit much, don’t you think?”

satoru sits up straight, clapping with utmost sincerity. “ten out of ten,” he nods. “no notes.” 

10:56AM : HE FLIRTS LIKE A MENACE

you've finished up your morning classes with the second years, knocking on the door of your husband’s classroom to see if he was also done. the door swings open before you can knock for a third time, and you’re met with satoru beaming down at you. 

“come in, come in.” he ushers you inside. 

you sweep your eyes over the room and see the first years at their desks—postures slouched, eyes wandering anywhere but the front of the classroom, clearly uninterested in what their teacher had to say. they perk up at the sight of you as you greet them happily. 

“sorry, did i disturb your lesson?” you take pity on the kids. 

“no!” nobara cuts in quickly. she then shakes her head vigorously, as if backtracking. “no, sorry— i mean— gojo-sensei was almost done, right?”

satoru scratches the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. “uh, i guess so… i still had another thing planned for you guys…” he trails off. “but! i guess we can save that for this afternoon!” he claps, telling them all to be back after lunch. you giggle to yourself at his optimism. 

the three of them pack their things up hastily and scurry out. 

“thanks for getting us out early, sensei." megumi nods at you, nobara smiling by his side. 

yuji trails behind them slightly, jogging to catch up with his friends after being the slowest to gather his things. “you’re the best!” he grins in your direction, shutting the door behind him. 

turning around to face satoru, you see he’s already leaning back against his desk, a lazy smile painted across his soft features. “i can't wait to teach them next year,” you ponder aloud. “they have a lot of potential.” 

you walk towards satoru, who snickers. “all thanks to their great teacher, gojo satoru.”

“ah, right,” you mock. “whatever you say, babe.” in an attempt to kiss him, you tiptoe up to reach his lips. but, just as you get close to his face—

buzz. 

it feels like your body is slowing down faster than you can process or control. so much so that you can't even attempt to touch your husband. this man has just activated his infinity to, what, tease you? 

“satoruuuuu—” you whine. 

he shakes his head firmly. “nope,” he says, popping the p. “say please.”

“you’re not serious.” your jaw falls agape. how could he be denying you a kiss?

“deadly so, sweetheart,” he smirks. 

pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “i am not saying please just to give you a kiss, satoru.” and you’re not! you’re not going to let him win this time. 

“fine by me,” he shrugs, utterly nonchalant. “no kiss then.” 

“what?” you scoff. he’s unbelievable. you know he relishes in being able to rile you up. “no, that’s not fair.”

“it so is,” he smirks casually. “you want to kiss me? then say please.”

“fine, whatever…" you grumble, muttering under your breath. "please…”

“sorry?” satoru cups a hand around his ear, leaning forward closer to you. “couldn’t hear you.” 

“you’re so annoying.” you roll your eyes, but you can feel his charms working on you as each second elapses. “fine. please,” you say, louder this time so he has no choice but to hear your words. 

“hmm…” he taps a finger against his chin. “please what?” 

“oh my god, you’re kidding.” he’s kidding, right?

“nuh-uh, i don’t play like that.” 

you huff, but at the end of the day, you do want to kiss his pretty lips. so, you give in to his antics. “please, can i kiss you, satoru?”

“as you wish.” 

another buzz as he releases his technique, then he dips down and presses his lips to yours. they’re warm and soft and you practically melt into his touch, sliding your hands over his chest. he pulls you closer by the waist and you hum in satisfaction against his mouth. 

when you pull away, you’re smiling at each other like two teenagers in love. 

“see?” he raises his eyebrows. “that wasn’t so hard.”

“you’re insufferable.” you lightly slap his shoulder and he clutches it far too dramatically. the two of you laugh together before he presses a flurry of chaste kisses against your face—first your forehead, then your cheeks, then back to your lips. 

“you love me.” 

and you can’t deny it, really. you truly do. 

okay, so maybe he does sometimes use his technique for non-jujutsu related tasks. and maybe it was more often than he’d like to admit to anyone else. but they didn't need to know the details. satoru was more than content to use his limitless for you whenever you needed it. 

however many times the higher-ups scold him, he will gladly take the consequences if it means he can make you happy. 

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[rawtoru]

period sex with boyfriend satoru ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

a/n: im on my period rn and its killing meeee

“stop being weird,” you muttered, pushing satoru’s hand away as it crept toward your waistband. the sheets were warm, tangled around your legs, and the dim glow from the streetlight outside painted stripes across the ceiling.

he chuckled, low and unapologetic, his fingers tracing idle circles just above your hip.

“you say that like you mean it,” he murmured, his breath warm against your shoulder. you could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking.

your breath hitched when his fingers dipped lower, slipping past the elastic of your underwear despite your weak shove.

“i’m serious, satoru—” you started, but the protest died in your throat as his thumb brushed over you through the damp cotton. a small, traitorous noise escaped you instead.

“mm, see?” he nosed at your temple, his other arm pinning your hips down when you tried to squirm away.

“you don’t wanna stop.” his fingers pressed more deliberately, and you bit your lip to stifle another sound. the heat between your legs was insistent, throbbing in time with your pulse.

“you’re fucking gross,” you breathed, arching into his touch despite yourself, the words lacking any real bite. satoru’s laugh rumbled against your skin as he slid two fingers into you, slow and deliberate, his thumb still moving in lazy circles.

“i know,” pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw. his fingers didn’t stop, curling just right, and you shuddered. “i know you like it baby.”

the certainty in his voice sent a jolt through you, your thighs clamping around his wrist without thinking.

your hands fisted in the sheets, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. “god, you’re—” his fingers pressed deeper, cutting you off with a choked sound. satoru hummed, pleased, his breath hot against your ear. “say it again,” he coaxed, voice rough. “call me disgusting.”

you whimpered, hips jerking, the quiet room making every sound feel louder. the tension in your stomach tightened, relentless, and you hated how good it felt. “stop,” you tried again, but it came out uneven, your nails digging into his forearm.

the word dissolved into a gasp as his fingers shifted, hitting that perfect angle. your vision blurred slightly at the edges. Satoru’s lips dragged down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse just enough to sting before his tongue soothed it. “liar,” he murmured, the vibration sending a shiver through you. his free hand slid under your shirt, warm and familiar. “you don’t want me to stop.”

you hated how right he was. hated how your body kept responding, arching into him, trembling, every small movement pulling you closer. “you’re—” you choked, voice thin as his thumb pressed harder. “disgusting,” you managed, and your body betrayed you immediately, clenching around his fingers.

satoru let out a quiet, satisfied sound. “there it is,” he muttered, voice thick with amusement. "fuck, you’re so pretty like this" his fingers sped up, the wet sound of them moving in you obscenely loud.

“look at you,” he said, watching your face. “you gonna come like this baby?” his fingers curled again, and your thighs shook. “yeah, you are.”

the orgasm hit hard—your body going rigid for a second before everything unraveled. your breath broke, thighs trembling, hands grabbing at him instinctively.

he didn’t stop right away, dragging it out just enough to make you squirm. “too much,” you gasped, pushing weakly at his wrist, and he finally slowed.

"you’re such a fucking liar," he murmured, pulling his fingers free with a slick sound that made your face burn. he brought them to his mouth without hesitation, licking them clean with a hum that was equal parts satisfaction and provocation. your stomach flipped, both mortified and impossibly, stupidly turned on.

"see?" he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "you liked it."

you let out a shaky breath, your limbs still loose as you turned to rest your head against his chest. you gave his shoulder a half-hearted shove. “i didn’t say that.”

satoru huffed out a quiet laugh, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “you didn’t have to.”

he kissed you then, slower this time, less teasing but just as sure. when he pulled back, he shifted closer, arm sliding under you, fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back like nothing had happened.

“gonna call me disgusting again?”

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Another gojo because I don't have anything else

[kissumee]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ He wants you to stack donuts on it

The morning sunlight was soft through the gauzy curtains of your shared apartment, casting a golden wash over the living room. The floor was still cold beneath your bare feet, and the air carried the faint scent of roasted coffee beans and whatever leftover sugar had clung to the donut box sitting beside you on the coffee table.

You had curled yourself into the corner of the couch, blanket over your legs, your hair tied up messily from sleep, a few strands falling over your eyes. You were scrolling through your phone without purpose, the light from the screen reflecting faintly in your sleepy gaze. Beside you on the coffee table, an open box of donuts sat like a treasure trove of sugar and sin. Your fingers were sticky with glaze.

Across the room, Satoru leaned lazily against the kitchen counter, cradling a warm mug of coffee in both hands like he had no intention of being productive today. His white sleep shirt clung to him in all the right places, rumpled from the night before, and his grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. His hair was still a little wild from sleep, sticking up in places he had not bothered to fix. He looked comfortable. At home. Entirely too attractive for someone who had done absolutely nothing to earn it.

He had been watching you for the last several minutes, not saying a word, just sipping and staring like you were more interesting than his drink. You could feel his gaze before you saw it. You peeked up from your screen and caught him mid-sip, eyes locked on the donut in your hand.

"You want one?" you asked without lifting your head.

Satoru tipped his mug slightly in your direction. "I want that one. The one in your hand. The good one."

"This is the last of the original glaze," you said, licking a bit of sugar from your fingertip. "Too bad you were too slow."

He narrowed his eyes at you, then pushed off the counter and wandered closer. He moved with the loose, effortless energy of someone who knew he could get away with murder if he smiled the right way. And unfortunately for your willpower, he probably could.

"I bet I could steal it if I really tried," he said, standing over you now, peering down like a mischievous cat sizing up its next play.

"But we both know I have faster hands."

"Bold claim from someone with powdered sugar on their chin."

You narrowed your eyes. "Do not deflect. This is sacred. This is my donut."

Satoru did not answer right away. Instead, he plopped down onto the couch next to you with a long, dramatic sigh and draped his body over the cushions like he was melting. His arm slid along the backrest behind your shoulders, his knee brushed yours, and his head tilted slightly to the side as he watched you chew your final bite.

You just wiped your fingers on a napkin when his voice dropped, soft and amused.

"You know," he said, "I was thinking. You ever considered what else you could stack those donuts on?"

You blinked, your chewing slowing down.

He waited.

You tilted your head at him suspiciously. "You mean like a tower?"

"Exactly," he said with a pleased grin. "A tower."

You leaned forward slightly, resting your elbow on your knee. "You mean like on your abs? I remember that conversation. I was joking."

"No," Satoru said, his grin widening into something far more devilish. "Lower."

It took a second.

And then you choked on your own saliva.

You turned your head away, coughing and sputtering as you laughed, covering your mouth with one hand. Your other reached blindly for the water bottle on the coffee table. Satoru just sat back, arms spread like he had just delivered the punchline of the year.

"You did not just suggest I stack donuts on your dick."

"For science," he said solemnly. "It would be for the advancement of human knowledge."

You looked at him, eyes narrowed. "You are impossible."

"Nine mini donuts, I think," he mused, lifting his hand and pretending to measure the air with exaggerated thought. "Maybe ten. Depends on the brand."

You were laughing again now, fully, helplessly, head tilted back against the couch. "Satoru. I swear to God."

"You could warm it up first. Make it hard and stable. Easier to slide on."

You turned to glare at him, still giggling. "You're insane. And a pervert."

"A pervert in love," he said sweetly, leaning in to kiss your cheek, his voice a low hum against your skin. "Also a very patient test subject, in case you were wondering."

You swatted his arm.

Satoru grinned, pulling back only to snatch your now-empty donut wrapper and examine it like it was a blueprint. His face took on a thoughtful expression.

"You know what else would work?" he said after a moment. "Those tiny mochi donuts. The chewy ones."

"You want me to decorate your crotch like a dessert tray?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm the dessert."

You shoved him so hard he nearly fell off the couch, and he went willingly, flopping onto the carpet with a groan. You tossed the napkin at his face.

"Your brain is a crime scene."

"And yet," he called from the floor, "you're still dating me."

You turned your head, looking down at him where he lay sprawled like a starfish, one arm flopped over his eyes.

"Yeah," you said, unable to hide the softness in your voice. "Unfortunately, I really am."

Satoru peeked up from under his arm with a grin that threatened to melt your spine.

"And you're thinking about it now, aren't you?"

You did not answer. But your smile gave you away.

a/n: ring pop next?

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ೃ࿔*:･ Bringing your best friend Satoru to a wedding to make your ex jealous! | Gojo x reader fluff

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Your best friend Satoru happily agreed when you asked him to be your plus one to a friend's wedding.

Your shitty ex was on the guest list and you couldn't bear the thought of showing up alone. Better yet, you asked Satoru to help make him jealous, batting your pretty lashes at him while you asked so sweetly. How could he possibly say no?

Your best friend Satoru, who you dragged along with you to shop for a dress. He pretended to be inconvenienced, of course, but in reality watching you light up over shoes you "had to have" and blush when you tried on a revealing dress might've been the highlight of his life.

He wasn't much help when it came to actually choosing a dress, considering that he thought you looked beautiful in everything you tried on. But when you found the dress, Satoru was at a loss for words—unsettling behavior from someone who was well known for never shutting up.

"You're quiet," you frowned, silky blue fabric twirling as you spun away from the mirror to face him. "You don't like it?"

Black swallowed blue as his pupils dilated, eyes looking you over from head to toe slowly, cataloguing every divine detail.

"Just speechless is all," he said finally, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. "It's like it was made for you."

Your best friend Satoru, who insisted on finding a tie that perfectly matched your dress. He was committed to the task, dragging you along to store after store. "Payback" he'd called it, for generously buying your dress, although he'd do it again 10 times over for only the smile on your face in return.

Your best friend Satoru, who nodded eagerly when you offered to put his tie on him, struggling to form coherent thoughts with your pretty face just inches from his. He shuddered when your fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck and silently hoped you didn't notice.

Your best friend Satoru, who drove to the wedding so you wouldn't have to worry about drinking. Plus, he pointed out, you'd look "hot and mysterious" showing up in his expensive sports car. He was right if the look your ex shot you as the two of you pulled up was any indication.

As he opened the door and helped you out, his large hand found its way to the small of your back. It stayed there for most of the evening.

Your best friend Satoru, who held you close, always touching you somewhere; your hips, your waist, your face. He had to be convincing after all, especially with the man who fumbled you watching.

Your best friend Satoru, who grew bolder as the night went on. His touch grew more possessive with every glance your undeserving ex stole, and his hands began to wander when you leaned approvingly into his touch. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the silky fabric that concealed your thigh, and Satoru couldn't suppress a grin when you hummed approvingly, satisfied with his touch.

Your best friend Satoru, who led you by the hand to the dance floor when a slow song came on. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as he held you close, dancing with a calm confidence that quietly urged you to follow his lead.

Your best friend Satoru, who kissed you under the twinkling fairy lights of the dimly lit venue as the music concluded. Maybe your ex was watching, but he was long forgotten, especially with the way you kissed him back.

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gojo's wisdom teeth removal led to an unexpected love confession

your best friend of two years had begged you repeatedly to tag along with him to his personal hell on earth. the dental clinic. the four back teeth in his mouth have been bothering him for some time now, leaving no option but to get them removed.

“i can’t do this, hold my hand.” satoru’s hand roughly grabbed onto yours. you tried not to get flustered by the action, but you could feel warmth erupting on your cheeks. his leg kept bouncing nervously, waiting for his name to be called.

“toru, you’re twenty years old.” you reminded.

“i’m allowed to be scared at twenty!” he whisper shouted. his clammy hand didn’t let go of yours even for a second. when his name got called out, he refused to let go. “please, come with me. come with me.”

fortunately, he finally went in without you. with a final pleading look, satoru got taken away. safe to say, he had every right to be terrified. the white haired boy walked out with his cheeks all puffed up like a chipmunks, eyes teary, and walking like a drunk man.

“he was very difficult to drug.” the doctor said, leading satoru by the shoulders over to you. he whined out your name, reaching out to hug you. “help.. hurts..”

you stifled in a laugh, enjoying the sudden behavior. after thanking the doctor and a very difficult time having to push satoru into your car, you made your way over to your apartment . there was no way you were letting him be unattended until tomorrow.

the radio played his favorite music, making him sing along in the backseat. very off key, mind you. “hey.. hey, where we going?” his voice was very funny sounding. “to my place.” you stared at him through the rearview mirror.

“ooh.. and what are we gonna do at your place?”

you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. “i’m gonna take care of you.”

“whole house happy.” he slurred out before flopping back into his seat. upon arrival, he was talking nonsense. something about digimon and his econ class, you couldn’t tell. “oh no..” the bloody gauze fell from his mouth, landing on the floor. “my tongue!” his eyes widened in horror.

“it’s not your tongue, silly.” too late, he was already crying. his hand tapped against his cheek in attempt to feel his still attached tongue. “no.. my tongue!” he tried bending down to grab it.

in total, it took ten minutes to get him inside the house and to convince him that his tongue was very much intact. “open up..” you gently placed in a new gauze, closing his jaw so he could start biting down on it. “i’ll be back.” doctors recommended to place ice packs on both cheeks to numb down the pain and luckily, you had two bags of peas sitting in your freezer.

“don’t leave me.” his strong arms wrapped around your torso, pushing his face in between your chest. “toru!” you gasped, trying to push him away.

“i love you so much.. do you know that? bet you don’t.. don’t even have a clue.” satoru mumbled out, leaning up to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, spreading his nasty blood all over you before you stopped him. “babay...” he pouted, watching as you placed your hands on his chest, preventing him from getting closer. “satoru calm down, you’re not yourself right now. you’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”

“i do.” he groaned. “love youuuu.. sooo much. do you love me too?”

you had spent the past two years believing the crush was one sided, that there would be no way he could ever feel the same way about you too. this wasn’t the way you’d want to confess, so you’ll save it for another day. “i’ll tell you when you’re thinking straight.”

“i’m straight.”

“i’m sure.”

very sorry for the inaccurate representation of getting your wisdom teeth removed. i haven’t gotten mine out yet. i’m scared.

tysm for the idea @newpersonsameoldmistakez & @sillyriddle

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Only panel redraws these days because I've to finish coms hehe

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