caleb x reader texts after you get your very own apartment for the first time and move out of gran's house. problem is, caleb spoiled you a bit too much by doing everything for you, and now you go to him for everything. inspired by this tiktok
⌠set pre-explosion (and relationship!), just around the time you're taking hunter exams, which would make you roughly around 21-22
note: i tried to replicate the game's ui best as i could, but of course it's not perfect đ that apple pin placement drove me CRAZY. but alas, my spite persevered against months of procrastination on this workskin project with my anger at fake text generators on play store being so ass. i hope you enjoy!! (pls don't talk about the voice note discrepanciees i wasnt paying attention and am too lazy to go back to the htmls and change ;;;;;)
eren : eren fucking you in a skirt , mutual masturbation, ride him just like that, slow and hard backshots, he missed you so much, he feels so good like this huh?, he thinks you're so cute when he overstims you, angry sex
armin : armin fucking you in his dorm , nerdmin getting his first blowjob, tying him up and making him please mommy , letting him feel mommy's pussy , reverse cowgirl , pegging your good boy for the first time! , distracting him from studying , making him watch you ride it
jean : picnic date with jean got out of hand , making out + jerking him off , he loves making you cum on his fingers first , he likes how small your hand looks wrapped around his cock in this pic , just take it , he can always make your legs shake, he can't control himself around you , they don't call him horseface for nothin
reiner : all those muscles won't stop him from being such a pathetic boy, sitting in his lap always ends up like this, he loves eating your pussy, fucking you on his desk, fucking his cum back into you, he promised he'd make it fit, who knew such a big man could be so whiny? shh its okay, he's got you
connie : he loves thrusting in your mouth like this , he loves when you use his cock like this, you're so pretty with a mouthful of his cock, you never knew connie could fuck you like this, he can go so deep like this, prone bone with connie, this is why he loves when you come over, you wore his favorite thong
levi : "even when you're like this, there's no reason for you to be sloppy." , slow easy morning sex, ask nicely and you might get what you want, this is what happens when you can't stop squirming, hands behind your back, you just couldn't wait until the two of you got home, could you? standing sex, cuddle fuck!
erwin : you disrupted him while he was at the office, feel each and every one of his thrusts, it's okay he knows you can take it, fucking you in front of the mirror, he didn't say turn around, did he?, one of his favorite ways to stretch you out, maybe this will make you listen to him next time, how you welcome home your commander after a long day
a/n : i literally got sick a day after my bday pls accept this while i nurse myself back to health </3
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REINER BRAUN. ê±â
breakfast in bed. â for the big tiddy girls. â reiner pounding you. â eating you out in the hot tub. â breeding. â just the tip. â groping your ass. â fingering. â front seat. â eaterrr!
EREN JEAGER. ê±â
grind on that d. â rough thrusts. â leash. â car sex. â âtill your legs shakinâ. â campus fling. â grind pretty on him, â beefy bod. â pussy eater. â date idea. â pizza. â manbun eren.
ARMIN ARLERT. ê±â
mirror sex. â punishment. â in public. â suckin your tits while you ride him. â good boys get treats. â politely breeding you. â dry humping. â jerking him off. â step on him. â blinkies.
CONNIE SPRINGER. ê±â
bounce on that dick. â autopounds. â cocky with cuffs. â the shit he sends you. â playing video games. â makinâ you finish with a toy. â dominican connie. â grinding on each other.
âĄâ łâŁâŁâŁ â ć âą· ÖčÛȘ shingeki no kyojin p links | mdni
àŒŻ levi ackerman
showing you who is in charge | likes to take his time to make the most of every second of the little time alone you get when youâre not in HQ | .ââ±
he loves a good missionary session .á makeout sesh âĄïž angry backshots whenever you mess up on your trainings | hatefucking each other is always a good way of working things out with your captain
| teaching you a lesson ۶ৠalways taking it off on you when his corps come up with some stupid shit
àŒŻ eren jaeger
heâs an ass slapper | his fav position êȘৠhe would die without his meal | he lives for the thrill of getting caught | đŁ torturing him because of his crimes (he loves it)
yep, definitely his fave | canât hold himself back with you ⯠not shy to show you how much he thinks of you
average sex with eren | always wearing chains | crying and whining for you | á°.á heâll fuck you anywhere
àŒŻ armin arlert
loves your tiddies đ€.á jerking nerd armin off | heâs a tits guy | he takes it slooooowly | lets you use him
he misses you so much :( | hope i made my point here | he is VOCAL | âč àŁȘ Ë riding him | a sucker for dryhumping ⥠making love on his gaming chair | hyping him up after he failed and exam
àŒŻ jean kirstein
he just loves your warmness | ÊàŹ will be mean if you ask him to but then kiss you inmediatly after
loves sweet talking you while you ride him stupid (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶) ⥠when you beg him to be a little rougher | just two team mates trying to relieve themselves from the stress of the war .á he NEEDS you close | all his focus is on making you feel good
àŒŻ reiner braun
fucking you with his huge bicep on your face |đŁČ grabbing your face to keep you there | heâs a deep>fast guy
yeah the neighbours are not happy with you two | trying out your new couch đŠč basically homotron3000.
loves having you spread like this | i mean it he does đ
âShe be up and down like a video gameâ â (nerd/gamer) Armin A. :)
â€âââ âEverytime you lose a heart, Iâm gonna move okay?â You straddled his lap, your lips ghosting over his ear.
Arminâs has had his attention on the screen in front of him for the longest. Clicking away at the pc that earlier read âMinecraft.â After some time you claimed a seat on his lap, grinding ever so slightly just to hear his breath hitch. If he would be glued to the game, why not at least add some incentive to it like the good girlfriend you are!
So every time his avatar fell, youâd roll your hips through the cloth.
âPleaseâ Iâll l-log offâŠâ he whined, the bulge in his pants becoming more evident.
âNo, keep playing your game baby.â You shifted just the slightest, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your chin on his shoulder.
Squeezing his eyes shut, attempting to push down the undying need. And in his predicament, he actually made it quite far! He mined for materials, crafted better supplies and made his way across the map.
Until one cave. It stared out smoothly, hacking away at the diamonds. But red flashed his screen, and one of his hearts turned into half. He thought you didnât notice, maybe you wouldnât pay attention to the spike im his heartbeat. But the red came again, another heart lost, and the âYOU DIEDâ popped up on his screen.
You sat up, stabilizing yourself, âhow many was that, 10 right?â
â(Name), pleaseââ
Shushing him, you gave 10 mean rolls against his hard-on. You could feel the wetness pooling, and it only got worse after his moans. The sweet sounds after every bit of contact. He could cum in his pants right now!
â9âŠ10âŠcâmon âmin, respawn.â
âPleaseâjust lemme-â
You hummed, cocking your head to the side. âLet you what?â You peeled off his crooked glasses.
âCumâŠjust- please.â His words were barely above a whisper. He looked so pathetic like this, eyes glossy and begging. How could you say no?
You didnât respond, just planting a wet kiss along his jaw before getting out his lap. Sinking down to the space between his legs, pulling down his boxers + his pants in one pull. Leaving a teasing kiss on his slit.
Finally taking him all in your mouth, running your tongue along his length. Feeling the twitches he sent.
Arminâs hand found yours, gripping onto it like a lifeline.
âS-fuck, mâgonnaââ
He came quicker than you thought he would, pulling off with a pop! The trail of cum decorating your hand and his twitching cock.
âYou should play Minecraft more often.â
a/n : ok so I saw a TikTok like thisâŠand yeađ also havent played Minecraft in a while soooo probs inaccurate! also procrastinating another fic YAY!
SYNOPSIS  áŻâ   After months of cold shoulder from your boyfriend, the relationship finally comes to an end when a Reddit post spiraled into your best friendâs orbit, and the poster? Your own boyfriend. The embarrassment and shame brought onto your name began tumbling when he thinks you will come back âlike you always do, he quotesâ to him. However, this time your best friend had a plan in mind to prove your snobbish ex-boyfriend wrong. To set you up with her friend . . . Who is also going through a messy break up scenario of his own.
PAIRING   áŻâ nerd! gojo satoru x fem! reader
TAGS   áŻâ does not follow the original jjk plot . suggestive content . no smut (it is implied that gojo and the reader had sex, but will not be described) . gojo and the reader are in their 20s . pokemon lover gojo . gojo is a middle school student teacher . cursing . mentions of sex . naoya cameo . romcom stuff . fake dating . mentions of cheating (not done by gojo or the reader) . shoko cameo . suguru cameo . loneliness . slow updates
WC [ 2K ]   áŻâ   chapter one áŻâ masterlist
âSeriously? Maybe youâre reading it wrong?â You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
Shoko had dropped by your apartment half an hour ago to inform you of âsomethingâ important, which just happens to be your boyfriend of almost 7 years âNaoya Zeninâ posting a whole very much heartfelt message about his opinion on how you should be staying at home while he does all the heavy lifting. You might have tried to tell yourself that itâs maybe someone with the same name . . . But, nobody really is that proud of their own name besides . . . Well, Naoya Zenin, of course.
27 years old, filthy rich, well-known by practically everyone, and has the tendencies to be degrading. Heâs been giving you the cold shoulder for the past couple of months before that post surfaced, and you knew that you were betting on losing dogs the second he began pulling away  âor maybe, since he agreed to date you.
But, you held on to the fact that maybe someday, he had it in his heart to change.
For the past 7 years, that is. And none of 365 days for 7 years did he change at all. Itâs all the same âyou should stay home and let me do the hard workâ and never âwe can do this together and make it workâ. Shoko tells you he was a dick, but then again, there goes the saying: âlove is blindâ. And you depicted that perfectly, way too perfect.
Living in your perfect little world of âI can change himâ, Shoko lets you eat in your sorrows, listening to you speak about Naoya, the longing in your tone awaiting for the day heâd finally change his attitude. The more you spoke of him, the more she tells you that she wouldnât listen to you until Naoya takes a hike. You complain to her nonetheless.
âIâm not repeating it for the third time, (Name).â
The look on your face made her groan, âOne more?â
âChat,â she mutters out, staring deep into your soul, âam I the asshole for wanting my twenty-six F girlfriend to stay at home and serve me because I do all the hard work? Is that not enough to tell you itâs him? And his username is literally his name, (Name). Come on.â
You shut your eyes as she continues, âPersonally, I think that women belong at home, no offense. My girlfriend and I have been together since college, got together with her cause she was head over heels for me. Canât deny the love, and sheâs a literal definition of obedient. What I say, she does, and what I tell her, she remembers. She draws for the money, and itâs not going well, told her to give up and she was adamant on continuing that career path. Sucks,â Shko spared you a glance of despise, âBeen trying to tell her to let go of that career because it wonât add up to anything. Told her to just stay jome, sit pretty, and serve me because I do all the hard work and she gets butt hurt ver my words and leaves me for a couple days before coming back.â
Thatâs him.
âIâve been paying for dates and shit since we started dating, and weâre getting old so Iâm thinking of proposing under the term that she stays at home and takes care of everything at home. Her best friend thinks Iâm an asshole for that, but I think that itâs the least my girlfriend could do if I were to pay for everything and come home tired. Tell me Iâm not the asshole,â the post ends right there and you knew this is a lost cause, that is your boyfriend alright. And you couldnât deny it anymore, as much as you want to, âhe isnât even asking, heâs implying that heâs not an asshole. That is an asshole behavior.â
You sat there. The dizziness crashing in âremembering the moments where he was actually an asshole throughout your relationship, and you just refused to accept it because you love him. Much more than he loves you, apparently.
3 years ago, during a date in an expensive restaurant, Naoya had compared you to the very beautiful waitress. Apparently, you werenât âfitâ enough to be using the dress you spent so hard to match your shoes and purse. And the steak you ordered was too âunhealthyâ for you. You ate only half of the steak that night, and might you say, really good and expensive steak.
2 years ago, you got a big commission from someone in the US to draw a portrait of her dog and her. She was willing to pay you hefty for it, and the moment you retold of the whole thing to Naoya, he laughed; mockery intended. Shutting down your efforts by saying that what you made through that one commission was what he makes in a couple of hours time.
Naoya doesnât appreciate. He was born a silver spoon, he had everything even before he was born. The expensive toys kids wanted, all he had. The expensive shirts? He had all of them. The ranging bottle of perfumes and colognes in his walk in closet? Every single brand. Shoes? Every model, leather made, light up shoes, everything. All heâs had in life is grand; food? He was fed the most expensive milk as a toddler, tried caviar even before he was legal, and even the most expensive meat is . . . Everyday food to him.
You were surprised that he decided to stay with you.
With someone who had to work for everything unlike him. Then again, the post said it all, you were obedient, you remember everything. That was why he stayed because he expected you to do less. Everything begins clicking into place. Of course he never loves you, he stayed because you donât fight back âyou served him everything on a platter and sit still, âYou know what? Youâre right, he is a dick.â
âIâve been saying that from seven years ago,â Shoko tossed her phone aside.
On the first day of college, you had bumped into him while running to your first class. Naoya âbegrudginglyâ picked up something of yours that you dropped, and youâve liked him since. On the sixth month, you confessed to him, and you werenât expecting him to reciprocate at all. But with that cheshire smile, he accepted your feelings, and from that day you were a couple. At least thatâs what you thought you are.
âThis is going to sound stupid.â
âYouâre a doctor, you? Stupid?â You asked her, leaning back onto the couch in distress, âIâm listening.â
Shoko shrugs, âWhy donât you get to know one of my friends? Theyâre nice people, nicer than that dick, I could assure you that,â the disapproving look from your face caught her off guard, but Shoko parts her lips again, before she slammed her jaw shut, the click of her teeth echoing softly, âlisten, Naoyaâs expecting you to come back like you always do. And . . . I figured that why not just . . . Fake it until he accepts the fact that you arenât coming back, that he isnât everything that he perceives himself to be.â
âJesus. I wonât be coming back to him, Iâm desperate but not that desperate,â you brushed your face in annoyance, âand Iâm not looking to date, I havenât even broke up with Naoya.â
âYet. You fall for his sweet words all the time,â she scrolls through her phone and turns it over, âthis, is Satoru. Gojo Satoru, heâs a middle school physics teacher, has been a teacher for years. Heâs twenty-seven, and he plays games on his free time, loves Pokemon and desserts. Usually busy in between playing and grading papers, so you wonât have to worry about him cheating or . . . Fucking around.â
The picture shows a white haired male, he was staring into the camera in an uncanny way âespecially with those deep blue eyes of him. His glasses framed his face perfectly, in a way that it made his features look more striking. A light blush coated his cheeks and he was holding a peace sign up. Gojo Satoru, you repeat his name internally.
Then Shoko pans the picture to the next one, âSuguru Geto. Twenty-seven years old. Plays bass and is in an indie band with a couple of friends from uni, theyâre starting to make it big. Has a lot of piercings, I donât know if thatâs your type. Long hair. He has a busy schedule, so Iâm unsure if you could meet up with him anytime soon . . . Also, heâs a gym rat. Goes to the gym every morning before band practice, heâs laidback,â and then you shifted your gaze back to Shoko.
âI donât think this is a good idea,â you tell her.
âOne or two?â
âOne,â the answer comes out way too quickly and Shoko smirks, âI donât like that look.â
âI knew youâd choose him. Alright, give me a couple of days. Remember,â Shoko repeats, tapping frantically on her phone, âthis is ââ
âSatoru,â her hand gestured to the male sitting right across from you, then Shoko looks at you, â(Name).â
This is way more awkward than you expected â 2 weeks had went by since the last time Shoko spoke about her friends. You had taken the time to break up with Naoya, and he took it well. So well that it annoyed you, he spoke with such calmness that he expects you to come back. Annoyingly, he reminded you of the spare key heâs going to leave out in case you wanted to come back to him. To hell with him.
Satoru wore a yellow oversized shirt with a Pokemon motive. You werenât too keen on following the series, but you recognize the motive as Pikachu, and under it was a white colored long sleeved shirt. It was a simple outfit matched with black jeans, but you went simple with (outfit of your choice) as well.
Thank goodness you didnât opt for the extravaggant choice.
âUm, hi,â you waved, a nervous smile on your face, âIâm (Name). (Name)(Last Name),â you introduced yourself like a robot âSatoru gazes up towards you before his eyes went back to the strawberry smoothie topped with . . . A mountain of whipped cream and colorful sprinkes. His dull reaction made you awkwardly fiddle with the straw inside your drink.
âGojo. Gojo Satoru,â he blandly replies.
Shoko grunts under her breath, her chin latched onto the top of your palm, âSo,â her chapter opens, â(Name) just broke up with her boyfriend. He made a weird post about her on Reddit, and she needs you to help her ex-boyfriend think that she wonât run back to him âdonât cut me off,â Shoko points her finger at Satoru the moment his jaw ticks, âitâs just for a while, that guy just needs convincing that (Name) wonât come back.â
Satoru shook his head immediately, âAbsolutely not. Iâm busy with work . . . And, I just broke up, so Iâm not looking for something like this.â
âItâs not literal,â Shoko answers quickly, âand since when did you have a girlfriend?â
âSince two years ago. But, not anymore, she cheated on me.â
âWhat?â
You blew a soft sigh, âSho, I donât think this is a good idea either . . . Iâm not . . . In the mood for this kind of thing too,â Shoko puckered her lips gently, âI thought we came here to grab coffee? I didnât know we were meeting . . . Gojo.â
Satoru nods, âI was told that too.â
âItâs called a hustle, and you wouldnât even say yes if I told you about the whole plan beforehand,â Satoru mixed the whip cream into the smoothie, âbut, I guess it didnât work out. Iâll leave it as that then, letâs go?â She packed her bags and ushered you.
âRight,â a huff emits from you, âbye, Gojo.â
àšà§ Sex ban on your husband, Satoru, has him more desperate than ever [18+]
âAaahâ please, baby, let meâââšâNo.â
You stand your ground firmly. You were enforcing a sex ban on your husband, Gojo. Was a sex ban really necessary? Probably not. He forgot you were spending a day out with friends since you left before he woke up, and you were just taking soo loonngg to get back home. You two usually had sweet, gentle, lazy sex in the mornings to start your day off on the right foot. But you thought he looked so peaceful asleep, you didnât want to wake him before you left. How were you supposed to know how pent up youâd be leaving him?
It was 4 PM, and you were still out. Poor Satoru just couldnât take it anymore. He whipped out his phone to take a video of him palming at his aching cock, moaning like a whore into the mic.
You saw the notification pop up on your phone and thought nothing of it, assuming it was just an innocent video from your husband. How was Satoru supposed to know youâd be around your friends when you opened it? With the volume dialed all the way up too, although that oneâs on you.
âYou didnât think to give me a heads up first?!â you shouted at Satoru when you came home, who just pouted like a puppy as he accepted your scolding.
Fast forward three days to the current moment, you were in no mood to have sex with him. Well. You were. But you were being stubborn, as per usual. He had already apologized and everything. You werenât really sure why you were still enforcing a sex ban on your lovely husband. Your lovely husband who was rock hard just at the sight of you sitting across from him on the couch. Your lovely husband who was massaging your feet, trying to get on your good side.
Fuck.
He was so hard.
And you were so horny.
But again, so stubborn.
Maybe if you justâŠ.
You scoot your foot closer to his crotch, slightly rubbing your toe against the outline of his tip. It had been three days since you touched his cock. You missed it.
You tried to act nonchalant. Like this wasnât intentional. Like you werenât trying to rile him up. Youâd pull your foot away every few seconds, pretending to be more focused on your phone than you were on him.
Youâd slowly graze your foot against his base, all the way back up to his tip. Then move away. Repeat.
Satoru caught on instantly. Did you think he was born yesterday or something?
However, he didnât want to spook you by acting too fast. Heâd thrust up ever so carefully against your touch. When youâd graze your foot against his tip, heâd lean into it.
More.
And more.
And more.
Youâd grown less careful yourself, not caring about subtlety.
âBaby⊠can I?â he looked over to you with those big blue eyes, hovering his hands above your ankle.
You nod, not exactly sure what he was asking or what you were agreeing to, but you think you get the gist of it.
He grabs your ankle with one of his hands and uses the other to position himself on the couch.
He leans into your foot, just grinding against it desperately.
âMpphffâ I love you. Fuucckââ he groans as he reaches his high, his pace growing faster and unsteady till eventually a wet spot forms in his sweatpants.
âThank you.â he lets out a breathy sigh.
âThat desperate, huh?â You try to look unaffected, as if your panties werenât soaking from that little show Satoru put on. Like your pussy wasnât aching with regret that you let him cum in those pants of his instead of cumming in you.
âYeah. I missed you.â
Yeah, youâre a weak woman.
âOkay, youâre forgiven.â
He cocks his eyebrow up and gives you that infamous grin.
âReally? Just like that?â His voice teases.
âTake your pants off, Toru.â
âAnything for my wife.â
a/n: hereâs the visual link that this was inspired by. It kept showing up on my feed so I fear I had to write something about it. Pls no foot fetish allegations, I just thought the video was hotđ„Č I enjoy desperate men.
note. dk how to feel abt this lolâŠ. art by naomiiocha
after having your baby, your body changed drastically. especially in your breasts. they were all swell and full of milk now. causing stained clothes and discomfort.
satoru became more attentive then heâs ever been. always making sure that you and the baby are okay. but one day, when you and satoru were together, milk started to leak through the front of your dressâŠ
and that awakened something deep inside of him.
he didnât know what came over him. whenever heâd catch you breastfeeding your son, this weird feeling of jealousy would twist in his stomach. it didnât help how the little guy looked just like him either!
one day, when you were out and asked him to feed the baby, he opened the fridge and stared at it like he struck gold. all of the baby bottles filled with the milk that you pumped out, practically winking at him to have a taste⊠just one little sip.
so he did. after feeding and burping him, he reached for another bottle absentmindedly. the moment he took a sip of the liquid, his eyes widened.
the flavor was immaculate, he never tasted anything like this before. it was so creamy and sweetâbut not sickly sweet. it was pretty mild. honestly, it mightâve been one of the best things heâd ever had.
it might even be better than the kikufuku mochi he was always obsessed with.
before he knew it, the bottle was empty. he dragged his tongue over his lips, catching the last bit with no shame whatsoever. not only did it taste good, but it came from from your body? his wifeâs bodily fluids?! it aroused him so muchâŠ
after that, bottles started disappearing. you noticed it pretty quickly. each time you checked the fridge, there was less and less. the baby was pissed too! making everything more weird. eventually, you asked satoru if he had any idea whatâs been happening to them, and all he did was shrug. âi donât know, baby. maybe weâre overfeeding him?â
one night, after the baby had finally fallen asleep, you stayed up. complaining about how your breasts were too full and achy. they needed to be drained.
to satoru, this was the perfect opportunity. he offered to help you drain some of it out. and of course, as his wife, you were more than welcome to have your husband take care of you.
but what you didnât know was that you were making his peculiar fantasies finally come to lifeâŠ
âmmâtoru..! donât suck too hard. that hurts..â you muttered. currently, your beloved husband was too busy. his soft lips cupped around one of your nipples while his hands fondled both your breasts.
âsorry, baby. canât help it,â he said, voice muffled. âtastes sooo good. like honey nut cheerios⊠and almond,â he was in absolute bliss and his dick wasnât even inside you. tasting it from the bottle was one thing, but sucking it straight out of your fat tits? now that was a whole new experience.
his white lashes fluttered, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. the stimulation made more milk to spew out into his mouth. he moaned lowly when the liquid hit his tongue.
you mewled softly as he continued to massage your sore breasts, milk seeping between his fingers. your hand rested on your his head, scratching his scalp gently. he kept squeezing you, forcing more and more milk to spray out. he lapped it all up like a little kitten, some of it even dripping down his chin.
âfuck, toru. youâre so disgustingggâŠâ you moaned, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.Â
he laughed breathlessly. âonly for you,â he cooed. he began to tease your nipples by pinching them and giving them light flicks with his tongue. he rubbed the leaked milk around your areola with his fingers before licking it off with a long stripe. the relief was euphoric. you bit your lip, and your pussy that was already soaked gushed more slick.
he put both nipples in his drooling mouth and squeezed your breasts roughly together, encouraging more of the rich sweetness out of you for him to greedily drink down. âmmph.. so fucking sweet⊠my sweet girl,â he groaned.
âo-ohhh..! s-satoruuu,â you whined underneath him. shuddering as you felt his dick rub up and down your clothed folds. basically dry humping you.Â
âshhh⊠mâ right here. just let daddy take care of you, kay? mâ almost done,â he murmured against your skin. a whimper fell out of your trembling lips. he continued his ministrations until he worked all the firmness from your tits, leaving them soft and doughy as they should be.Â
when he was done, he let go of your nipples with a small pop! âfeels better, hm?â he asked, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking the sticky liquid off.
âmhmm, yes⊠t-thank you,â you said shyly, still trembling. slick puddling in your panties from how good he treated you. he let out a low chuckle and leaned in, giving you a soft kiss. you could taste the nectarous liquid on his tongue when he slipped it past your lips.
âwe should start doing this more often⊠oh, honey,â he started, looking at the ginormous damp spot between your thighs. thereâs no way that heâs going to sleep without fucking you now. âguess i have something else to help you with.â
@chosayi 2026 ( ummm⊠would you say that you are⊠kinky?? )
notes: the love on the last part was actually unbelievable đ i hope this is still interesting for you guys!! next part will most likely be a written fic and the final part :) would you guys rather end up with fratjo or nerdjo?
"It wasn't supposed to mean anything..."
"...It doesn't have to."
pairing: trainer!gojo x fem!reader
synopsis: in which he corrects more than your form. . .
warnings: explic!t content, minors and ageless dni, fluff, a lil angst, smut smut smut, gym setting, satoru is kinda mean, sweaty sex, tension, manhandling, cunningulus, satoru carries u like a freak, p in v, risky sex
w/c: 2.1k
a/n: my entry in @sugusplaything 's 1k event! ( > 㰠< )⥠ALY IS SO REAL FOR THIS IDEA kkkk~ congrats on 1k bb~! everyone go show Aly some luv~!
Itâs a good thing Satoruâs apartment complex gym was almost empty. The way he was shouting at you would have surely gotten security called on you any other time.
âUp, up, up!!â
âI canât!â
âYou can!â Satoru clapped his hands next to your ear, too fucking loudlyâŠ
âIââfuckâŠ!â
**THUNK**
The bar and all 125lbs on its ends clattered onto the rubber floor at your feet. You groaned out in frustration. You were an hour into this session, tucked in the free weights corner, starting to go stir-crazy with this low-grade terrorist breathing down your neckâŠ
âYou had itâŠâ Satoru whined.
âI didnâtâŠâ you panted out, âThis is too hardâŠâ
âBecause youâre not hinging at the hip like I told you.â
âI was hinging at the hip! I told you that this was too much weight for meâŠâ
âYou can do double this on the leg press.â
âThatâs different.â
Satoru huffed. âWith that attitude, you wonât improve.â
âNot everyone can be the strongest in the gym like you, beefcake.â
âFirst of all, Iâm not classified as a beefcake, sweetheart. I have whatâs known as a sleeper-build. Model physique at first glance. Easily hidden under fits like this,â he playfully tugged at the strings of his grey sweatpants. âPeople only know Iâm the strongest after I clear their PR.â
You rolled your eyes. âIâm not paying you to gloat.â
âYouâre not paying me at all. Youâre a friend of a friend and Iâm doinâ you a favor.â
âUgh⊠Some favor⊠You want âdeath by deadliftâ on my tombstoneâŠâ you muttered under your breath, legs trembling as you left the bar to grab your water.
âGo spend $700 at Equinox if you want someone to kiss your ass instead of help you build it up,â Satoru rebutted, entirely too seriously.
âYouâre a pain in the ass.â
âIâm trying to be. Better your ass than your quadsâwhich is where the pain will be tomorrow if you donât fix that form.â
âWhy donât you fix it for me?â you jeered.
ââŠIf I get hands on, youâre going to failure.â
âŠ
Again, in response to your joke, Satoru was too serious.
It took you locking eyes with his icy blues to register that his tone was intentional.
Your nerves manifested themselves as sweat on your brow. More sweat than that last brutal set induced. ââŠIâve never gone to failure before.â
Satoruâs heart tugged at the fear in your voice.
You were still a little cardio bunnyâŠ
âJust this once,â he said softly, âI want you to see that you can do it.â
ââŠIf I go to failureâŠwhat happens?â
âYour legs will give out. But youâll be fine. You just canât lift heavy again for a day or two.â
You shifted back and forth in your Converse. Still hesitant.
âCâmon, indulge me,â Satoru pleaded. âI canât let you ruin my rep as a trainer. All my lilâ lifters are success stories. You wonât be breaking my streak.â
He was lucky you werenât a quitter.
âŠ
When he said hands onâhe wasn't kidding.
Satoru stood behind you and guided you through the proper hinge motion with a lower weight, being somewhat discreet as he pressed his hips into yours at the crucial momentsâŠ
He added more weight, then kicked your feet into a more efficient position to accommodate for the flare of your hips.
Then he positioned your hands on the bar, just rightâŠ
âOne, two, three,â Satoruâs voice was steady in your ear.
Andâââ!
You lifted it!
ââAnd your legsâŠreally did give out.
âWhoa!â
âŠ
Satoru was right behind you, and he caught the bar on either side of your hands, helping you lower it safely. Before you fell over, he caught you, helping you stand proudly at full height, praising you, âSee! I knew youâd get it~!â
âSatoru, that was crazy⊠HowâŠâ
âIâm a good sensei.â
âYouâŠâ You shifted in his hold, eyes darting all over his smug face.
He leaned in, already well aware of what you wanted, âWhat~?â
âIâââ
Words failed you.
But your lips still rememberedâŠ
You were gentle. He was not.
He had been waiting too long.
âI knew it,â he broke the kiss, âI knew you were only mean because you still want me,â Satoru grinned, holding your head in his hands, tearing apart your resolve with just his eyesâŠ
âYou were mean to me firstâŠâ
âThat was business. You want pleasure instead?â
!
Yeah. You remembered. You remembered this whole time. He couldnât resist anymore. The look he gave you was hardly fair⊠Should be reserved for the square footage of a bedroomâŠ
You hesitated, "Satoru, it was one drunk night... It wasnât supposed to mean anything."
"It doesnât have to."
â!
âIs this a habit of yours? Seducing your trainees?â
âNah⊠Youâre the first to make me crack.â
He gripped at your ass and thighs, pulling you up into him and on your toesâŠ
âYou feel that? Feel this hard work?â
His words were two-faced, one side referencing your glute throbbing under his touch, and the other sideâŠhis stiff cock pressing into your stomach through his hoodieâŠ
âYou did such a good jobâŠâ
âSatouruâŠpleaseâŠâ
Satoru heard the desperation return to your voice, and had to think. He had never hooked up with anyone in his apartment gym beforeâŠ
âŠ
Just this once wouldn't hurt.
âListen to me,â he lowly murmured on your lips, âWeâre both gonna go wash our handsâŠget these gym germs off⊠Thenâif youâre seriousâmeet me in the studio roomâŠfor some cardio.â
âŠ
You nodded and on wobbly legs, went to the ladies locker room, heart already fucking racingâŠ
As you washed your hands, you bashfully read a sign that detailed all of the things not allowed in the apartment gym:
No needles or steroids.
No fighting or aggressive behavior.
No nudity beyond the locker room.
âŠ
No sexual conduct.
âŠ
Fixing your hair was a deeply unserious task. You knew it was about to be ruined, but you primped anyway, wanting to at least appear like you were prepared for thisâŠ
âŠ
You arrived at the studio room. The lights were off⊠But you could hear Satoruâs faint grunting. As you got closer, you saw him near the studioâs mirror wall with his shirt off. It was under his hand on the floor, and he was doing pushups on it⊠One-handed...
âŠ
You smirked. âYou want to warm up to fuck me?â
âDon't question my methods⊠Come sit and count for me. Iâm on 70.â He held that plank, offering the rippling expanse of his shoulders as a throne for you.
!
âY-you want me to sit on y-â
âYes, yes, sweetheart, on me,â he laughed, âHurry up. My dick keeps poking the floor through my pants, waitinâ on yaââŠâ
You laugh, taking off your shoesâŠsitting prettyâŠ
And Satoru adjusted his hands into a diamond, dipping and rising as you countedâŠ
Working up a little sweat, nowâŠ
Making you giggle nervously in between each numberâŠ
He didnât have a number in mind, he was just playing with your weight and getting a little pump in. Waiting until he could feel that wet pussy soaking through your leggings and onto his backâŠ
It only took 30 more.
âŠ
â100, solid.â He pushed up to a halt. âGet up and take those leggings offâŠâ
âAll the way?â you slid off of him, flushing at the damp spot you left between his shoulder blades⊠âSatoru⊠Weâll get caughtâŠâ
âCameraâs covered,â he got up and nodded to the camera in the corner above the door. A gym towel was draped over it. âYou want me to take âem off for yaâ?â He got close to you before you could answer. Kneeling down and hooking his fingers into the stretchy waistband, swiftly yanking them down over your hips and ass, making you yelp.
âMmmmmfffuck... Missed youâŠâ Satoru mumbled against your lower stomach, hiking one thigh onto his shoulders and promptly kissing your labia. He parted them gently with his tongue, then latched onto your clit, making you fold over him right away~!
Your sighs of delight bounced off the echoey surfaces in the studio, and Satoruâs grip on you was iron-clad.
He hooked your other thigh up, braced your lower back with his palms and pickedâyouâup~!
UpâŠ
Up higherâŠ
The cold mirror sent a chill through your back as Satoru held you up against it. You panicked, slapping your tacky hands against the mirror, and then anchoring them in his hair.
âSatoru~u~!â you panted, brow furrowing as your watch buzzed at you with a heart rate alert⊠âDonât drop me!â
âStop worrying and cum on my tongue,â he grunted, squeezing his fingers into your hips to remind you of how strong he wasâŠ
You really werenât going anywhere. Satoru had you glued to this mirror, looking into your pussy with more admiration for her than his own reflectionâŠ
His tongue swirled deeply inside of your crevice, then back out again to flatten and rub on your clit⊠Harder⊠Rubbing his nose in it~!
âOhâfuck~! Yeah~!â
Satoru lapped up every bit of your cream as you came for him. He inhaled deeply, your sweat and pheromones hitting him like a dry scoop of creatineâŠ
You were half whimpering from the pleasure, and half from the fear of being up so highâŠ
Just as you caught your breath, blinking your eyes open, Satoru pulled away from the apex of your thighsâand dropped you.
âŠâŠ..!
You yelped~!
Hands under your ass, he caught you, chuckling at how he managed to scare you. Then he caged you against the mirror again, this time, pinning you with his hips. His cock was stiff, poking around at your thighs and abdomenâŠ
Still dealing with that pit in your stomach, you hooked your legs around him, fearful of hitting the hard studio floor.
âIâm not gonna drop yaâ,â Satoru dipped down to kiss your lips, focusing your attention back on him. âYouâre barely a warm-up weight for me, sweetheart.â
You licked your lip, cheeks still warmed with the ecstasy his tongue gave you. You shifted in his hold, eyes taking in Satoruâs sweaty, flexing arms secured around you⊠You could see his blood pumping in his veinsâŠ
He smelled so goodâsandalwood, sweat, sexâŠ
âAnd those pushups made my traps the perfect handles for you,â Satoru broke you from your ogling, âYouâre welcome, grab on.â
You should have listened sooner⊠âFuck! Satoru~u~u!!â
Your hands eventually did find those handles of his, and you held on for dear life as he lined himself up, and slid you onto him, setting an agile pace. He held you up, fucking into you against that mirror with the discipline only a real lifter could haveâŠ
He never let you fall. Not even a slip.
He pounded you heavy, making sure to hit that tight spot you had trouble with loosening⊠Kissed your face, your neck, your tits⊠Made you cum twoâŠthree more times, praising your flexibility and enduranceâŠmaking you cry out his nameâŠmaking you dig your nails in deeperâŠ
Satoru was in too deep, looking at this beautiful thing taking his cock in three different angles with the studio mirrorsâŠ
You looked good together. He always knew it, but seeing it in his happy place made it that much better.
Wasnât too long before he was pulling out, splattering the mirror below you with white. The sounds of his heavy release made you laugh. That was a close one⊠âIf I knew you were this horny, we could have skipped the gymâŠâ
âNo,â he panted out into your mouth, âI wanted to help you,â
âOh, you helped me, alrightâŠâ you caught your breath, pushing your hair out of your face and giving him one more sweet kiss.
He guided you down, settling you to lean against the mirror while he crouched to get your leggings over your feet.
âI can help you whenever you want, by the way. You donât need a reason,â Satoru said, kissing your thigh as he pulled your garment up, âJust ask me.â
You ruffled his hair, sighing, âHelp me clean up the mirror, then take me to your shower⊠We made such a messâŠâ
He smiled confidently, cheeks rosyâŠexcited for more with you... âWeâre gonna make a mess in the shower, too. Anywhere you come with me will be left a mess. Get used to it, babe.â
Smau: in which your child has your phone
Warnings: mostly fluff and crack, some sexual language, made the child a daughter idk I forgot sons exists, they're varying ages, and it's kinda linked to the Daddy Daughter series but also not, not proofread
Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna (no special guests)
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