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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆toji shows you his stretch marks, comfort, fluff ish, toji is a cutie and a man.. he don’t get it lowk bc how can u ever find yourself ugly, nicknames, mention of readers insecurity. ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
Your hand dug into tojis black surprisingly soft hair, surprising for a man who thinks 3-1 shampoo will do the job.
This has been your little routine daily since you moved in with toji. You'd usually be home earlier from work already and he would come home an hour or two later, find you and drape himself over you like a house cat.
He was laying between your legs, head on your stomach while you caressed his hair in your shared bed. "I'm so fucking tired." He mumbled moving his head to press a kiss onto your stomach.
"It was a long day today.." you mumble softly pushing his hair back out of his face. He just pressed his head further into your stomach. "Mhm, you're warm tho. Smell good too." He smiles into your stomach, his eyes closing.
You almost think he's gonna fall asleep when he suddenly lifts his head up after hearing your tummy rumble. "Excuse me." He grins hands moving to lift your shirt up, "someone's hungry-"
Your hands shoot out to grab his wrists. Your hands don't even wrap around his wrists fully- he's a lot bigger then you but he stops his actions regardless, respecting whatever has happened here that he hasn't quite figured out yet. "Okay.." Toji furrows his brows eyes scanning your face, "I just... don't want you to." You mumble avoiding eye contact.
Toji had indeed gotten home a bit later today and in that time you had showered and noticed a red line forming on your stomach. When you looked closer, there were more. On your hips. Your boobs.
Stretch marks..
"That's fine doll," his voice was so soft and reassuring, eyes becoming concerned. "You want me to make you something?" You shook your head. "No I'm fine, I already ate before you got home." You smiled sweetly but it didn't reach your eyes.
You were.. lying to him?
Toji couldn't remember a time you had lied to him or you must've done it so well he didn't realise.
He also couldn't remember a time you didn't love his hand on you... "you did? What you eat?"
"Just some leftovers.." you again dug your hand into his hair trying to distract him, or yourself..
"The leftovers from last night?" You nod.
"The leftovers I ate midnight because I was starving?..."
shit.
"No, uhm actually-"
"You suck at this doll, fess up. What's wrong?" His right hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, gentle as ever even if he was twice your size.
He was just twice your size and jacked. You on the other hand were gaining pounds by the week with the way toji fed you as if you were bulking alongside him.
"did something happen?? Your stomach is the same baby, feels the same as yesterday and last week and last month... what's wrong?" He pushed trying his best to understand. Normally when something was wrong you just came to him about it.
This obviously wasn't something you wanted to talk about but with the way your stomach rumbling it concerned him, "okay then, I'll see myself."
When his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt again you literally pulled away. Sitting up so fast toji fell off your lap into the mattress bellow you two.
"No, it's fine. Stop." You moved away but Toji only grinned grabbing you and pulling you back, you were now laying on your back toji ontop of you. He kissed you soft and quick then again to get your little attitude to disappear
"Okay- okay!" You smiled. "There we go, now talk to me." He somewhat pouted, you sighed. "Fine, but if you dare say anything you won't ever see me again I swear toji." You looked away when you pulled your shirt up slightly so he could see the lines that were beside your belly button.
His brows furrowed again looking down between you two, "What's up, is it hurting?" He looked back at you with concern.
"No..." you had the same confused expression now. "It's ugly, I hate it."
"Ugly.." Toji sounded like he didn't hear you, as if he was trying to decipher all the things ugly meant because he may have just... learned the word wrong???? There was no way you were talking about your tummy- his tummy.
His soft comforting little adorable tummy. No.
"Excuse me? What are you talking about?"
"The stretch marks toji." You huffed.
Toji could only smile when his eyes went back to your face. "I can't believe you worried me about that, they've been there for two days doll. They're pretty. You don't think so?"
You could hear the confusion in his voice which almost made you feel like this was all very unnecessary.. you shook your head. Toji smirked climbing off you.
Oh no, was this him realising you were right???
He simply turned around lifted up his shirt and that's when you saw it.
How hadn't you seen those before????
Little lines horizontally on his lowers back. Little purple ones but also faded pink. He angled his bicep a certain way and suddenly you saw a couple red lines there too. You couldn't help the smile that crept up on your face, they were actually adorable on him.
This is how he must feel with you.
"Still ugly?" He didn't flinch when you shuffled forward on your knees so your hand could reach out and touch them. "No.. they're not ugly toji." You whispered your finger tracing the lines.
"I've had these since I was a teen, grew too quick and when I hit the gym at first I didn't really know how to lift properly yet, it happens. They're part of our story dear, you're beautiful with or without stretch marks." He turned around sitting down on his knees while you sat on the edge of his bed. His arms wrapped around you, his head in your lap again.
"Thank you." You smiled moving down and pecking his lips. He smirked, "ofcourse gonna look so sexy when you have many more once I put a baby in yo-
You smacked him. "Never. Happening."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. We'll see about that.."
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I thought I’d give some toji fluff again plus everyone who’s insecure ab stretch marks pls don’t be they’re so pretty://
Arranged Marriage with Levi - series preview / taglist <3
You are set to marry Levi Ackerman, an arrangement since before you were even born - yet you've never even met him. With all your fortunes riding on this marriage, you must please your future husband, but how can you even get to know him when he's ever so aloof and distant?
lord! levi ackerman x f! reader
this will be an angsty slow burn, title incoming - set in the 1800's, you fall first but he falls harder, eventual smut. I'm so excited to write Levi! Comment below to get tagged <3
The carriage wheels crunched loudly along the gravel drive of Ackerman Manor, each roll of those wheels hitting rocks jostling you just a bit, as you get ever closer to the place that would now be your home.
Your home.
Your hands are trembling as you smooth down the silky blue fabric of your gown – it was the finest you owned, but you fear it would seem quite simple to the man you were to be married to soon.
You didn’t exactly come from money, in fact your family name and an old agreement between Levi’s parents and yours before you were born was the only reason you were here like this. That and pretty looks were what your entire family’s fortune banked on, truly, so much pressure at times it made you sick.
You’d never even met him – Levi Ackerman, you’ve only heard stories of \your soon to be betrothed by tales of friends and members of your family.
By all accounts, he was apparently short tempered, angry and aloof – though no one said he was ‘unkind’ at all. Rather a bit cold, and arguably treated everyone with respect, which was more than most women could hope for these days.
Yet you don’t know how to feel.
A business transaction, this was, not a fairy tale wedding, your parents so eagerly shipped you off it was laughable, in all other aspects a girl had a dowry, where you had almost a non- existent one. This was truly only Levi respecting his father’s late wishes and being ever the gentleman.
Ladies everywhere were ever furious that there was no chance with him, with the richest man in the very city, the one they all seemed to love to go after, but no.
It was you to be his bride.
The carriage door opens now after you’ve come to a halt, and a well groomed servant helps you out and down the steps, guiding you as you take in the sight before you – the pretty manor that’s utterly pristine. You lift your skirts and step up the glimmering stone steps, as the butlers stand aside and open the doors for you.
The very entrance hall was immaculate, sparkling clean unlike anything you’ve ever seen, there was not a speck of dust anywhere,and the faint hint of some sort of lemon polish hits your nose as you take it all in. Even the chandelier overhead was fucking gorgeous and sparkling, you almost feel terrible stepping foot in such a pretty place with your shoe that had fallen into mud earlier.
"Mr. Ackerman will see you in the drawing room," the butler says now, eyeing you carefully.
Usually, people waited to move in until marriage, but your parents had sent you off early, about a week early – with the idea of meeting him and staying in one of the guest rooms, but now it all hits.
You’re getting married to a stranger.
The door opens once you sit down in the pretty chair, and you immediately stand right back up – seeing him standing there.
Shorter than you'd expected, surely, but the man commands a fucking room, truly – this presence that almost intimidates you, his dark hair shining just a bit under the chandeliers as if he’d freshly washed it. His eyes were taking you in, assessing you so intensely all you can do is stand there, dressed in a perfectly pressed dark suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe.
"You're late," were his first words to you – his bride-to-be. His voice is so fucking bored, too, like he’s annoyed as shit at you. You clear your throat now, curtseying just a bit.
"The roads were muddy from the rains," you manage to excuse. “I’m sorry that I am a bit late.”
“Yes, well,” he passes by the small inn table as he walks toward you, pausing now, running a finger along the surface, sighing as he holds it up to the light.
"There's dust," he shouts it, and two servants immediately run into the room. "Did I not explicitly state this room was to be cleaned twice daily?"
"Sir, it was-"
"Then this is unacceptable,” he kneels then, tugging out a handkerchief from his coat pocket. “I'll just do it myself."
Your fiancé – the Lord Levi Ackerman, starts fucking frantically wiping down every surface in the room as you watch, just blinking, the servants are scrambling to help polish silver that does not need it, while the tea sits on the table, cooling. He faintly looks at you as you stare at him, his dark gray eyes taking you in.
“Sit and have tea,” he manages, realizing you’re staring, all pretty in a simple gown that at least is decently clean, if not crumpled by your hands. “I’ll be done momentarily.”
“Oh! Yes…”
You sit there, crossing your legs at the ankles, watching the man you were to spend your life with finding a spot on the floor to clean now.
Arranged Marriage with Levi - series preview / taglist <3
You are set to marry Levi Ackerman, an arrangement since before you were even born - yet you've never even met him. With all your fortunes riding on this marriage, you must please your future husband, but how can you even get to know him when he's ever so aloof and distant?
lord! levi ackerman x f! reader
this will be an angsty slow burn, title incoming - set in the 1800's, you fall first but he falls harder, eventual smut. I'm so excited to write Levi! Comment below to get tagged <3
The carriage wheels crunched loudly along the gravel drive of Ackerman Manor, each roll of those wheels hitting rocks jostling you just a bit, as you get ever closer to the place that would now be your home.
Your home.
Your hands are trembling as you smooth down the silky blue fabric of your gown – it was the finest you owned, but you fear it would seem quite simple to the man you were to be married to soon.
You didn’t exactly come from money, in fact your family name and an old agreement between Levi’s parents and yours before you were born was the only reason you were here like this. That and pretty looks were what your entire family’s fortune banked on, truly, so much pressure at times it made you sick.
You’d never even met him – Levi Ackerman, you’ve only heard stories of \your soon to be betrothed by tales of friends and members of your family.
By all accounts, he was apparently short tempered, angry and aloof – though no one said he was ‘unkind’ at all. Rather a bit cold, and arguably treated everyone with respect, which was more than most women could hope for these days.
Yet you don’t know how to feel.
A business transaction, this was, not a fairy tale wedding, your parents so eagerly shipped you off it was laughable, in all other aspects a girl had a dowry, where you had almost a non- existent one. This was truly only Levi respecting his father’s late wishes and being ever the gentleman.
Ladies everywhere were ever furious that there was no chance with him, with the richest man in the very city, the one they all seemed to love to go after, but no.
It was you to be his bride.
The carriage door opens now after you’ve come to a halt, and a well groomed servant helps you out and down the steps, guiding you as you take in the sight before you – the pretty manor that’s utterly pristine. You lift your skirts and step up the glimmering stone steps, as the butlers stand aside and open the doors for you.
The very entrance hall was immaculate, sparkling clean unlike anything you’ve ever seen, there was not a speck of dust anywhere,and the faint hint of some sort of lemon polish hits your nose as you take it all in. Even the chandelier overhead was fucking gorgeous and sparkling, you almost feel terrible stepping foot in such a pretty place with your shoe that had fallen into mud earlier.
"Mr. Ackerman will see you in the drawing room," the butler says now, eyeing you carefully.
Usually, people waited to move in until marriage, but your parents had sent you off early, about a week early – with the idea of meeting him and staying in one of the guest rooms, but now it all hits.
You’re getting married to a stranger.
The door opens once you sit down in the pretty chair, and you immediately stand right back up – seeing him standing there.
Shorter than you'd expected, surely, but the man commands a fucking room, truly – this presence that almost intimidates you, his dark hair shining just a bit under the chandeliers as if he’d freshly washed it. His eyes were taking you in, assessing you so intensely all you can do is stand there, dressed in a perfectly pressed dark suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe.
"You're late," were his first words to you – his bride-to-be. His voice is so fucking bored, too, like he’s annoyed as shit at you. You clear your throat now, curtseying just a bit.
"The roads were muddy from the rains," you manage to excuse. “I’m sorry that I am a bit late.”
“Yes, well,” he passes by the small inn table as he walks toward you, pausing now, running a finger along the surface, sighing as he holds it up to the light.
"There's dust," he shouts it, and two servants immediately run into the room. "Did I not explicitly state this room was to be cleaned twice daily?"
"Sir, it was-"
"Then this is unacceptable,” he kneels then, tugging out a handkerchief from his coat pocket. “I'll just do it myself."
Your fiancé – the Lord Levi Ackerman, starts fucking frantically wiping down every surface in the room as you watch, just blinking, the servants are scrambling to help polish silver that does not need it, while the tea sits on the table, cooling. He faintly looks at you as you stare at him, his dark gray eyes taking you in.
“Sit and have tea,” he manages, realizing you’re staring, all pretty in a simple gown that at least is decently clean, if not crumpled by your hands. “I’ll be done momentarily.”
“Oh! Yes…”
You sit there, crossing your legs at the ankles, watching the man you were to spend your life with finding a spot on the floor to clean now.
Arranged Marriage with Levi - series preview / taglist <3
You are set to marry Levi Ackerman, an arrangement since before you were even born - yet you've never even met him. With all your fortunes riding on this marriage, you must please your future husband, but how can you even get to know him when he's ever so aloof and distant?
lord! levi ackerman x f! reader
this will be an angsty slow burn, title incoming - set in the 1800's, you fall first but he falls harder, eventual smut. I'm so excited to write Levi! Comment below to get tagged <3
The carriage wheels crunched loudly along the gravel drive of Ackerman Manor, each roll of those wheels hitting rocks jostling you just a bit, as you get ever closer to the place that would now be your home.
Your home.
Your hands are trembling as you smooth down the silky blue fabric of your gown – it was the finest you owned, but you fear it would seem quite simple to the man you were to be married to soon.
You didn’t exactly come from money, in fact your family name and an old agreement between Levi’s parents and yours before you were born was the only reason you were here like this. That and pretty looks were what your entire family’s fortune banked on, truly, so much pressure at times it made you sick.
You’d never even met him – Levi Ackerman, you’ve only heard stories of \your soon to be betrothed by tales of friends and members of your family.
By all accounts, he was apparently short tempered, angry and aloof – though no one said he was ‘unkind’ at all. Rather a bit cold, and arguably treated everyone with respect, which was more than most women could hope for these days.
Yet you don’t know how to feel.
A business transaction, this was, not a fairy tale wedding, your parents so eagerly shipped you off it was laughable, in all other aspects a girl had a dowry, where you had almost a non- existent one. This was truly only Levi respecting his father’s late wishes and being ever the gentleman.
Ladies everywhere were ever furious that there was no chance with him, with the richest man in the very city, the one they all seemed to love to go after, but no.
It was you to be his bride.
The carriage door opens now after you’ve come to a halt, and a well groomed servant helps you out and down the steps, guiding you as you take in the sight before you – the pretty manor that’s utterly pristine. You lift your skirts and step up the glimmering stone steps, as the butlers stand aside and open the doors for you.
The very entrance hall was immaculate, sparkling clean unlike anything you’ve ever seen, there was not a speck of dust anywhere,and the faint hint of some sort of lemon polish hits your nose as you take it all in. Even the chandelier overhead was fucking gorgeous and sparkling, you almost feel terrible stepping foot in such a pretty place with your shoe that had fallen into mud earlier.
"Mr. Ackerman will see you in the drawing room," the butler says now, eyeing you carefully.
Usually, people waited to move in until marriage, but your parents had sent you off early, about a week early – with the idea of meeting him and staying in one of the guest rooms, but now it all hits.
You’re getting married to a stranger.
The door opens once you sit down in the pretty chair, and you immediately stand right back up – seeing him standing there.
Shorter than you'd expected, surely, but the man commands a fucking room, truly – this presence that almost intimidates you, his dark hair shining just a bit under the chandeliers as if he’d freshly washed it. His eyes were taking you in, assessing you so intensely all you can do is stand there, dressed in a perfectly pressed dark suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe.
"You're late," were his first words to you – his bride-to-be. His voice is so fucking bored, too, like he’s annoyed as shit at you. You clear your throat now, curtseying just a bit.
"The roads were muddy from the rains," you manage to excuse. “I’m sorry that I am a bit late.”
“Yes, well,” he passes by the small inn table as he walks toward you, pausing now, running a finger along the surface, sighing as he holds it up to the light.
"There's dust," he shouts it, and two servants immediately run into the room. "Did I not explicitly state this room was to be cleaned twice daily?"
"Sir, it was-"
"Then this is unacceptable,” he kneels then, tugging out a handkerchief from his coat pocket. “I'll just do it myself."
Your fiancé – the Lord Levi Ackerman, starts fucking frantically wiping down every surface in the room as you watch, just blinking, the servants are scrambling to help polish silver that does not need it, while the tea sits on the table, cooling. He faintly looks at you as you stare at him, his dark gray eyes taking you in.
“Sit and have tea,” he manages, realizing you’re staring, all pretty in a simple gown that at least is decently clean, if not crumpled by your hands. “I’ll be done momentarily.”
“Oh! Yes…”
You sit there, crossing your legs at the ankles, watching the man you were to spend your life with finding a spot on the floor to clean now.
Arranged Marriage with Levi - series preview / taglist <3
You are set to marry Levi Ackerman, an arrangement since before you were even born - yet you've never even met him. With all your fortunes riding on this marriage, you must please your future husband, but how can you even get to know him when he's ever so aloof and distant?
lord! levi ackerman x f! reader
this will be an angsty slow burn, title incoming - set in the 1800's, you fall first but he falls harder, eventual smut. I'm so excited to write Levi! Comment below to get tagged <3
The carriage wheels crunched loudly along the gravel drive of Ackerman Manor, each roll of those wheels hitting rocks jostling you just a bit, as you get ever closer to the place that would now be your home.
Your home.
Your hands are trembling as you smooth down the silky blue fabric of your gown – it was the finest you owned, but you fear it would seem quite simple to the man you were to be married to soon.
You didn’t exactly come from money, in fact your family name and an old agreement between Levi’s parents and yours before you were born was the only reason you were here like this. That and pretty looks were what your entire family’s fortune banked on, truly, so much pressure at times it made you sick.
You’d never even met him – Levi Ackerman, you’ve only heard stories of \your soon to be betrothed by tales of friends and members of your family.
By all accounts, he was apparently short tempered, angry and aloof – though no one said he was ‘unkind’ at all. Rather a bit cold, and arguably treated everyone with respect, which was more than most women could hope for these days.
Yet you don’t know how to feel.
A business transaction, this was, not a fairy tale wedding, your parents so eagerly shipped you off it was laughable, in all other aspects a girl had a dowry, where you had almost a non- existent one. This was truly only Levi respecting his father’s late wishes and being ever the gentleman.
Ladies everywhere were ever furious that there was no chance with him, with the richest man in the very city, the one they all seemed to love to go after, but no.
It was you to be his bride.
The carriage door opens now after you’ve come to a halt, and a well groomed servant helps you out and down the steps, guiding you as you take in the sight before you – the pretty manor that’s utterly pristine. You lift your skirts and step up the glimmering stone steps, as the butlers stand aside and open the doors for you.
The very entrance hall was immaculate, sparkling clean unlike anything you’ve ever seen, there was not a speck of dust anywhere,and the faint hint of some sort of lemon polish hits your nose as you take it all in. Even the chandelier overhead was fucking gorgeous and sparkling, you almost feel terrible stepping foot in such a pretty place with your shoe that had fallen into mud earlier.
"Mr. Ackerman will see you in the drawing room," the butler says now, eyeing you carefully.
Usually, people waited to move in until marriage, but your parents had sent you off early, about a week early – with the idea of meeting him and staying in one of the guest rooms, but now it all hits.
You’re getting married to a stranger.
The door opens once you sit down in the pretty chair, and you immediately stand right back up – seeing him standing there.
Shorter than you'd expected, surely, but the man commands a fucking room, truly – this presence that almost intimidates you, his dark hair shining just a bit under the chandeliers as if he’d freshly washed it. His eyes were taking you in, assessing you so intensely all you can do is stand there, dressed in a perfectly pressed dark suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe.
"You're late," were his first words to you – his bride-to-be. His voice is so fucking bored, too, like he’s annoyed as shit at you. You clear your throat now, curtseying just a bit.
"The roads were muddy from the rains," you manage to excuse. “I’m sorry that I am a bit late.”
“Yes, well,” he passes by the small inn table as he walks toward you, pausing now, running a finger along the surface, sighing as he holds it up to the light.
"There's dust," he shouts it, and two servants immediately run into the room. "Did I not explicitly state this room was to be cleaned twice daily?"
"Sir, it was-"
"Then this is unacceptable,” he kneels then, tugging out a handkerchief from his coat pocket. “I'll just do it myself."
Your fiancé – the Lord Levi Ackerman, starts fucking frantically wiping down every surface in the room as you watch, just blinking, the servants are scrambling to help polish silver that does not need it, while the tea sits on the table, cooling. He faintly looks at you as you stare at him, his dark gray eyes taking you in.
“Sit and have tea,” he manages, realizing you’re staring, all pretty in a simple gown that at least is decently clean, if not crumpled by your hands. “I’ll be done momentarily.”
“Oh! Yes…”
You sit there, crossing your legs at the ankles, watching the man you were to spend your life with finding a spot on the floor to clean now.
i need like neednednebdned some jjk angst character doesn't matter much (i cant read suguru imsorry) but can u pls pls pls recommend some good angst fics?? i prefer good endings but bad endings are also okay
alright nonnie ready your heart here's some delicious angst for you (minus suguru) – some of these have a happy ending and some don't so make sure to check the tags and each authors rules!
do I look like her? by @alexiroflife
dopamine by @madamechrissy
sukuna takes on another concubine by @epicderpface
hold me like a grudge by @starmapz
twilight galaxy by @sukunahs
missing pieces by @yenayaps
sincerely not by @saintobio
the one that got away by @indiewritesxoxo
neverland by @musatoru
the god who robbed heaven by @veejiez
the crush theorem by @nezuscribe
blue christmas by @sweetieelilii
the beat of your heart by @ssorasky
the ties that bind by @swearimnevergivingup
vows of duty by @alygator77
you're presumed dead by @kunareads
cheat by @reignpage
something, somehow, someday by @hellowoolf
we'll always have summer by @nanamiskentos
Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.
You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.
Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.
"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"
"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.
He can't stand you.
"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.
"Take it off, Princess."
"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."
"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"
"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."
"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."
"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.
"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.
"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."
Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."
"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.
"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"
"Wait, wait!?"
He's damn near flapping his arms, Suguru hardly holds in his laughter, raising a brow.
"I mean... we could if... I..."
Somehow Satoru ends up in his bed with you bent over, tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, trailing a vein as Suguru sits in the chair, palming his already hard cock. Satoru's eyes betray everything he says out loud, blue eyes darting to your face, brushing your hair back as he watches your tongue swirl right along his tip.
Fuck you're pretty.
He almost babbles it when your tongue scoops out some of that leaking white, eyes glaring right at him, even as you nip his tip with your teeth, making him yank your hair hard.
"Fuckin' brat," he grumbles, you're laughing softly, kissing it instead, he could almost bust from that, hands trembling. "Don't let her bite me, Suguru, fuck."
"Princess," you are so wet Suguru can see it, dripping from your puffy lips. "Show him how good you can be."
"Yes, daddy," Satoru rolls his eyes at that, scoffing - not like he'd ever want you to call him that!?
Right?
No way.
You start really sucking him, slurping him all up, letting him fuck up into your throat with messy, filthy lil strokes, the sounds of you choking on him just urging him more, all while Suguru strokes his own cock. The sight of you swallowing his friend had him pulsing, his veins pressed up, so hard it hurts.
"F-fuck... you're so pretty like - I mean!? You're okay at - ah! It..." Suguru snorts, leaning back further as Satoru's half ass praise has your pussy dripping down his sheets.
"She loves praise, keep goin' hmm?" Satoru lets out a shaky breath, hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck, his other slipping across your bare shoulder, sliding down the side of your neck.
"Doin' such a good job, shit..." He whispers, feeling your moan vibrate around his length, tightening right up. "Feels s'good and... there, fuck you're..."
He's whimpering.
Satoru hates you more for whatever it is you're doing to his cock, sucking him so hard he almost busts, tugging you up instead. You press him back when he tries to flip you over, straddling him with your hands on his chest, leaning low, seeing his snowy lashes all lowered, he's so goddamn needy right now, feeling your slick along him.
"Open, Toru," you tease, he glares, but does just that - opening so you can spit a trail of saliva right in his mouth, landing on his tongue.
Satoru may be in love with his best friend's psychotic girlfriend.
"Good boy," you feel his cock twitch, leaning down and sliding it, letting Suguru watch the sight of his best friend's cock slipping into his girlfriend's pretty cunt.
"Fuck..." That's Satoru and Suguru, when you slam right down on it, making him cry out as he swallows your spit down his throat, his hands right on your waist, your cunt is so fucking tight wrapping him, tip already snug on that puffy cervix.
He could cum if you move.
He pins you down, leaning up and kissing up your chest, teeth nipping your skin, your nails dig into his shoulders, body trembling as you try to take control, but he's wrapping your waist, pinning you down.
"Let me move," you cry out when he uses his muscles to hold you there, pulsing right in your cervix, peeking at Suguru, seeing how thick his cock is right now, making you even wetter. "Don't you wanna come here, Sugu?"
"I wanna watch you two make up," his lips twitch as he sees the filthy sight of your slick dripping down his best friend's balls. "Let me see you make her cum, Satoru - or you won't get to fuck her again."
This could happen again!?
Satoru almost panics at how fucking excited he is, holding it in and leaning back, raising you up and down by the fat of your ass, landing in a filthy, wet smack, your whines escaping your throat as you cling to his chest. "I'll make her cum, Suguru."
Satoru does make you cum, fucking you from one orgasm into another, flipping you over and arching your back, yanking both your arms behind you as he pins your wrists right behind your back, leaving you momentarily under his control, though he knows your crazy ass will have him whining out again.
"Grippy socks, grippy pussy," you gasp, opening your mouth to yell at him just to get your cunt pounded, dizzy from how mean his fat cock is bullying your tacky little walls. "It's true."
"You dick, w-was a few days there," he slams deep, making you arch more. "Sugu, tell him to be nice."
"I love her grippy socks," Suguru's words have you both laughing softly, as Suguru's stroking his cock faster, Satoru pounding you into that mattress like he indeed could fuck every frustration out on your cunt. "Play with her clit, Satoru."
Satoru releases your wrists and leans over you with a hand braced on the bed, his hand reaching around to rub circles on your neglected little clit, the first time he's even touched your cunt. You were so damn wet from sucking him and having Suguru watch, he hadn't had to get you ready.
"Slutty lil brat," he murmurs in your ear, as your head falls back, and he's running meaner circles. "Gonna cum for your boyfriend, gonna have me pump you full and him eat it out of you?"
"Y-you're the slut," you bite out, right before you shatter around him, cunt just clamping right down, as that orgasm fucking wrecks you.
"Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment, about to bust right with you with how you're milking his cock. "You like that, don't you? Cummin' on my cock while your boyfriend watches?"
Your only response is a series of incoherent whimpers, ones you'll regret later when this little menace makes fun of you, but you're too fucked out to care.
If this was hate sex, you were here for it.
"Too much, sh-shit," you mumble as he continues toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers. "Sensitive!"
"Awww, are you crying?" He's chuckling at your tears, when Suguru clicks his tongue.
"Satoru..."
"Sorry, fuck," Suguru's strokes become faster right along with Satoru's thrusts in your loud, messy hole, eyeing the way Satoru's glistening cock disappears into your swollen folds easier and easier, the way your back arches for more, until you're both babbling.
"F-fuck..." Suguru busts his hot, sticky load into his own hand, thick ropes of his release coating his fingers and palm as Satoru cums right with him, filling up your pussy and whimpering your name over and over.
It shows everything he thought.
Satoru didn't hate you, he just really wanted to fuck you.
"God, f-fuck you're so... felt so perfect and..." He's crying out as you laugh, making Satoru glare again. "Psychotic, I swear..."
"You love psychotic pussy," you giggle as he pulls out, and Suguru walks over, tilting your chin up, swiping drool off the corner of your lip. "Hi, Sugu."
"Hi baby," Satoru's gripping your waist, pulling out with a filthy pop, as you eagerly suck the mess Suguru made of his hands off his fingers, and Satoru watches the mess your cunt is, gooey white just drippin' right out and down on his own bed.
"Wasting all this? Tsk," he gathers it and slips it back in your cunt, making you lashes flutter closed as Suguru's fingers slide in your throat, choking you, letting you lap the salty white release off.
"Will you two get along now?" Suguru asks quietly. "Or do I need to fuck Satoru's cum in your cunt, and fill you with mine? Make him eat both loads out?"
"I like that idea," you giggle, expecting an argument, but Satoru likes that idea even more than you do.
Suguru is a master at getting people to make up <3
*****
this was an idea in my comments for cuck sugu (@vamqyx) hehe, this rly is filthyyy help
Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.
You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.
Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.
"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"
"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.
He can't stand you.
"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.
"Take it off, Princess."
"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."
"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"
"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."
"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."
"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.
"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.
"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."
Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."
"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.
"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"
"Wait, wait!?"
He's damn near flapping his arms, Suguru hardly holds in his laughter, raising a brow.
"I mean... we could if... I..."
Somehow Satoru ends up in his bed with you bent over, tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, trailing a vein as Suguru sits in the chair, palming his already hard cock. Satoru's eyes betray everything he says out loud, blue eyes darting to your face, brushing your hair back as he watches your tongue swirl right along his tip.
Fuck you're pretty.
He almost babbles it when your tongue scoops out some of that leaking white, eyes glaring right at him, even as you nip his tip with your teeth, making him yank your hair hard.
"Fuckin' brat," he grumbles, you're laughing softly, kissing it instead, he could almost bust from that, hands trembling. "Don't let her bite me, Suguru, fuck."
"Princess," you are so wet Suguru can see it, dripping from your puffy lips. "Show him how good you can be."
"Yes, daddy," Satoru rolls his eyes at that, scoffing - not like he'd ever want you to call him that!?
Right?
No way.
You start really sucking him, slurping him all up, letting him fuck up into your throat with messy, filthy lil strokes, the sounds of you choking on him just urging him more, all while Suguru strokes his own cock. The sight of you swallowing his friend had him pulsing, his veins pressed up, so hard it hurts.
"F-fuck... you're so pretty like - I mean!? You're okay at - ah! It..." Suguru snorts, leaning back further as Satoru's half ass praise has your pussy dripping down his sheets.
"She loves praise, keep goin' hmm?" Satoru lets out a shaky breath, hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck, his other slipping across your bare shoulder, sliding down the side of your neck.
"Doin' such a good job, shit..." He whispers, feeling your moan vibrate around his length, tightening right up. "Feels s'good and... there, fuck you're..."
He's whimpering.
Satoru hates you more for whatever it is you're doing to his cock, sucking him so hard he almost busts, tugging you up instead. You press him back when he tries to flip you over, straddling him with your hands on his chest, leaning low, seeing his snowy lashes all lowered, he's so goddamn needy right now, feeling your slick along him.
"Open, Toru," you tease, he glares, but does just that - opening so you can spit a trail of saliva right in his mouth, landing on his tongue.
Satoru may be in love with his best friend's psychotic girlfriend.
"Good boy," you feel his cock twitch, leaning down and sliding it, letting Suguru watch the sight of his best friend's cock slipping into his girlfriend's pretty cunt.
"Fuck..." That's Satoru and Suguru, when you slam right down on it, making him cry out as he swallows your spit down his throat, his hands right on your waist, your cunt is so fucking tight wrapping him, tip already snug on that puffy cervix.
He could cum if you move.
He pins you down, leaning up and kissing up your chest, teeth nipping your skin, your nails dig into his shoulders, body trembling as you try to take control, but he's wrapping your waist, pinning you down.
"Let me move," you cry out when he uses his muscles to hold you there, pulsing right in your cervix, peeking at Suguru, seeing how thick his cock is right now, making you even wetter. "Don't you wanna come here, Sugu?"
"I wanna watch you two make up," his lips twitch as he sees the filthy sight of your slick dripping down his best friend's balls. "Let me see you make her cum, Satoru - or you won't get to fuck her again."
This could happen again!?
Satoru almost panics at how fucking excited he is, holding it in and leaning back, raising you up and down by the fat of your ass, landing in a filthy, wet smack, your whines escaping your throat as you cling to his chest. "I'll make her cum, Suguru."
Satoru does make you cum, fucking you from one orgasm into another, flipping you over and arching your back, yanking both your arms behind you as he pins your wrists right behind your back, leaving you momentarily under his control, though he knows your crazy ass will have him whining out again.
"Grippy socks, grippy pussy," you gasp, opening your mouth to yell at him just to get your cunt pounded, dizzy from how mean his fat cock is bullying your tacky little walls. "It's true."
"You dick, w-was a few days there," he slams deep, making you arch more. "Sugu, tell him to be nice."
"I love her grippy socks," Suguru's words have you both laughing softly, as Suguru's stroking his cock faster, Satoru pounding you into that mattress like he indeed could fuck every frustration out on your cunt. "Play with her clit, Satoru."
Satoru releases your wrists and leans over you with a hand braced on the bed, his hand reaching around to rub circles on your neglected little clit, the first time he's even touched your cunt. You were so damn wet from sucking him and having Suguru watch, he hadn't had to get you ready.
"Slutty lil brat," he murmurs in your ear, as your head falls back, and he's running meaner circles. "Gonna cum for your boyfriend, gonna have me pump you full and him eat it out of you?"
"Y-you're the slut," you bite out, right before you shatter around him, cunt just clamping right down, as that orgasm fucking wrecks you.
"Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment, about to bust right with you with how you're milking his cock. "You like that, don't you? Cummin' on my cock while your boyfriend watches?"
Your only response is a series of incoherent whimpers, ones you'll regret later when this little menace makes fun of you, but you're too fucked out to care.
If this was hate sex, you were here for it.
"Too much, sh-shit," you mumble as he continues toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers. "Sensitive!"
"Awww, are you crying?" He's chuckling at your tears, when Suguru clicks his tongue.
"Satoru..."
"Sorry, fuck," Suguru's strokes become faster right along with Satoru's thrusts in your loud, messy hole, eyeing the way Satoru's glistening cock disappears into your swollen folds easier and easier, the way your back arches for more, until you're both babbling.
"F-fuck..." Suguru busts his hot, sticky load into his own hand, thick ropes of his release coating his fingers and palm as Satoru cums right with him, filling up your pussy and whimpering your name over and over.
It shows everything he thought.
Satoru didn't hate you, he just really wanted to fuck you.
"God, f-fuck you're so... felt so perfect and..." He's crying out as you laugh, making Satoru glare again. "Psychotic, I swear..."
"You love psychotic pussy," you giggle as he pulls out, and Suguru walks over, tilting your chin up, swiping drool off the corner of your lip. "Hi, Sugu."
"Hi baby," Satoru's gripping your waist, pulling out with a filthy pop, as you eagerly suck the mess Suguru made of his hands off his fingers, and Satoru watches the mess your cunt is, gooey white just drippin' right out and down on his own bed.
"Wasting all this? Tsk," he gathers it and slips it back in your cunt, making you lashes flutter closed as Suguru's fingers slide in your throat, choking you, letting you lap the salty white release off.
"Will you two get along now?" Suguru asks quietly. "Or do I need to fuck Satoru's cum in your cunt, and fill you with mine? Make him eat both loads out?"
"I like that idea," you giggle, expecting an argument, but Satoru likes that idea even more than you do.
Suguru is a master at getting people to make up <3
*****
this was an idea in my comments for cuck sugu (@vamqyx) hehe, this rly is filthyyy help
the full oneshot is on patreon, right here! 4.5k <3
"Fuck," he mumbles, his cock left achingly hard now, breath hot against your skin. "Do you know how insane you've made me?"
"N-now I do," you're arching your head falling back, hands slipping across the soft, silky strands of his undercut, feeling it slide against your fingers.
"M-maybe I could join you but um... not my face?"
"You sure you wanna do that?" He asks now, softly. "I could do it all off camera."
"I think it'd be kind of hot to know I got you off," your hand slips lower. "Not one of those pocket pussies."
"Oh, ya jealous of em?"
"Very," you admit, he laughs softly, kissing your lips, drinking in your cute little moans. "Very jealous they get your cum."
"Oh I'll give you all of it instead," he tugs you over now. "We can keep your face out of it, then, but I don't want even your body on camera."
"No!?"
"No," he settles down on the chair, thighs spread. "Maybe I'd be jealous."
"What a possessive roommate," he slips off his pants, and you damn near drool at the sight, leaned back in that gamer chair, crooking his finger for you to join.
"Come kneel," you obey eagerly - you'd never expect this nerdy boy to be that fucking attractive, but he is, commanding you to do just that, your hands on his thighs, breaths coming quicker as you eye him, all the stream could potentially see is the back of your heead this way. He spreads your hair out carefully, covering any base. "You wanna make me feel good, then?"
"Yes," you whisper, letting him lean forward and start the stream, his cock right against your lips as he drags the tip.
"I have a special guest star, who wants to make me cum harder than a toy could," he puts on that damn voice again, and you're soaked. "Hands behind your back, hmm?"
You eagerly obey, leaning forward for him to drag his tip on your lips, coating them in his white.
"Good girl."
You didn't think you'd ever hear him talk like that, his own glasses fogging up as he leans back, and the stream starts going insane, his eyes barely catch it with the sheer amount of movement. He feels your mouth wrap his tip, hot as your tongue swirls around the frenum, making him whimper in a way he has never on cam.
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight
You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.
pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Heiress! Reader x Boxer! Sukuna
warnings!! - Heavy angst, cheating, Satoru is cruel and mean, reader starts off very shy/insecure, Soft Sukuna but he still don't mind being buried inside married reader, a fuck ton of feelings, eventual smut, explicit, mentions of insecurities, love triangles, threesomes, breed kinks, enemies to lovers to friends, messy dynamics, redemption arcs like a mf.
Multiple endings. Told from Reader, Gojo and Kuna's POV
You were friends with him from birth - the boy across the street, Satoru Gojo. However, you lose touch in college, but finally you're going to the same school! You have a love letter written, but you find Satoru - the football captain - is dating the top cheerleader. And she hates you. You're the girl who doesn't really get noticed, the girl in the bleachers playing the clarinet, watching Satoru score a touchdown and kiss his girlfriend. It hurts, but you try to stay uninvolved, but you're watching the boy you knew hurt. Can the two of you have a friendship anymore, and does he feel the same way as you?
pairings - football star! gojo x band geek! reader
warnings - angsty, emotional, hurt comfort, smutty - this chap - cute, fluffy, a first date with Satoru, lots of tension, kissing, dry humping, oral (m receiving) fingering, panty fucking, the two of them being all fucking cute and in love bc I need it.
based on the T Swift song! Part of @indiewritesxoxo series event! I missed this one and wanted to dive back in hehe <3
art by @/Jan on X!
<<<part four
part five
The scent of your pretty perfume is in the air as you give yourself one last spritz, across your collarbones, turning this way and that as you look at your reflection in the mirror. Satoru’s favorite scent on you, the one you’ve worn since he’s met you damn near.
God, it’s been a long time.
Doubts abound in your mind today prepping for your date – no matter how much pep talk you’ve gotten from Nanami, Utahime, Shoko and Suguru, there was the lingering doubt that perhaps Satoru was just rebounding. That it was way too fucking soon since Sarah destroyed him, his confidence was clearly lacking, and you didn’t want to be a rebound.
Yet you wanted to be there for Gojo, wanted to be with him – wanted to belong to him, and him to belong to you. As it always was in your mind, yet for years Satoru never saw you as more than the ‘best friend’. So your mind couldn’t stop racing, remembering the shitty words Sarah had said in your ear.
She thought Satoru was all hers – and he was, for some time, until you came. In a way you feel every bit this terrible woman who came and stole her man, but on the other side of that, you can’t imagine not taking the chance with the boy you’ve loved as long as you could remember. The one who lost the light in his eyes due to just how terrible Sarah was.
Sarah didn’t get Satoru.
She didn’t understand him, she wanted him to be a perfect Gojo, not the nerdy Satoru deep down, and how she broke him? You can’t ever accept it, but it didn’t stop the nagging doubts as you touch up some lipstick.
You didn’t dress glamorous like Sarah, but you were trying to look pretty. The dress you chose for tonight is simple and cute, a pretty pink silk that cinched right in the waist with a cute little bow. It’s something you didn’t know you’d ever actually wear, the girl who always tends to be casual, you can’t help but tug at it this way in that, making sure it looks pretty on you.
Your phone buzzes on your nightstand, making your heart race – cheeks heating right up as you pick it up and see his name.
Toru: I’m outside, sweetheart.
“Sweetheart,” you murmur, biting your lip and almost giggling with how fucking excited you were.
He always called you that as kids, but after last week when he’d buried his face in between your thighs, came in your hand, kissed you?
It felt different.
You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder, wondering just why you were so nervous. You’ve known Satoru Gojo your whole life and he’s seen you bare faced, wearing sweats, bathing suits in the summer, you’re more comfortable with him than almost anyone. So why now, was it so different?
It was a date. That’s why.
You take a steadying breath, eyes shutting for a moment to calm yourself, before opening the door, down the stairs and in front of the dorm building in a few moments, seeing Satoru leaning against his car. Legs crossed at the ankle, the setting sun reflecting and shimmering on his form, just enhancing how good he looks.
It’s a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, simple, sure, but you know Satoru Gojo – and you just know that shit costs thousands. He loves a good material, and that shirt and those jeans fit him perfectly. He looks up from the phone, smiling all cute right at you, melting your fucking heart, which hammers as his gaze slips across your body carefully.
“Well, fuck,” he breathes out those words as you walk over to him now, pretty blue eyes studying you slowly, lingering on the pretty curve of your tits in that dress, you can feel it like he’s actually touching you. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“What? No way,” you giggle, your voice just a breathy whisper as you bite down on your lower lip, and he takes you by your hands, holding your arms out a bit to tilt his head.
“I don’t even think I’ve seen you in a dress since like prom,” he murmurs, you blush under his gaze, letting him spin you around. “Fuck it’s cute on you.”
“I just wanted to look nice for our date,” you look down shyly, unused to so much attention, Satoru tilts your chin up, letting your hair fall back.
“Nice? No, beautiful is what you look like.”
“Toru…” he cups your face, leaning down, his breath ghosting sweetly over your lips. “Thank you. You look so good-”
He doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence, he just dips his head and captures your lips with a soft kiss, one that has you melting in his embrace. Your lips part, letting his tongue sweep inside the hot recesses of your mouth, gliding against yours in a slow, teasing motion that has you aching for more.
Your arms wrap his neck, tip toeing to hold on to him, his hand warm against your lower back, pressing you even closer against the hard lines of his body, you can already feel his length behind those damn jeans, pressing against your stomach. The memories of him whimpering as you stroked him hit hard.
He promised the next date you’d get to suck him.
You swear you’re so worried you’ll do a terrible job, you tried to research via porn and couldn’t figure out how these girls were so talented. Satoru was huge.
But the thought of sucking it?
It has you arching, gasping for a breath as he takes you over, his other hand entangling in your hair, turning so you’re pressed against his pretty sports car. He lifts one of those thighs, pressing harder, and you can’t help but eagerly arch, rolling your hips and crying out.
“Toru,” you whine those words out, pulling back with saliva dissolving between your mouths, when he finally pulls back, whispering your name right back in an octave that fucking ruins you. “Someone will see!”
“Let ‘em see,” he chuckles just a bit, this psychotic look in the normally sweet blue eyes that fucks you up more. “They should know who you belong to now, who I belong to, shouldn’t they?”
“You have no clue what that means, for you to…” You trail off now, letting his cool thumb stroke your cheek.
People were walking back and forth, in and out of the dormitory, and some did peek over – Sarah and Satoru were the ‘golden couple’ and you surely looked like the very ‘rebound’ you were afraid to. You swallow down the nerves, hands clutching and unclutching his soft jacket he had slung over that dress shirt, his letterman’s jacket that not long ago was slung over Sarah’s shoulders.
Why are you still so jealous!?
You hate it – you hate how worried you are for her revenge, how cruel she was not just to you, but to Satoru. The hurt she could cause.
“Sweets,” he tilts your chin up, feeling you tremble. “I’m going too fast-”
“No! No, please I want it all… It’s just that I’m so worried,” you whisper, eyes shutting a bit, before opening back to focus on the boy you love.
Things have been said – but not that.
“About her?”
“Her, the friends she has, hurting you somehow… your reputation. It could hurt and I’d feel terrible.”
“Let me worry about all,” he kisses you once more, easing your thigh down, the gentle breeze rushing across your skin, making you tremble even more. “They can say what they want about me, I really am tired of caring, sweetheart.”
“I bet you are,” you blink just a bit, kissing his chin, resting your brow on it. “It feels too easy in your arms and it’s terrifying me.”
“I kind of know what you mean,” he hugs you tightly, feeling not just the eyes of everyone around you both, but how scared you are.
It is scary, though, truly to have had this forever one way, and then to cross that boundary, one he never even dreamed of doing. Every time Satoru thought he would tell you his feelings, he had to hold it all back, so worried of losing you forever, not knowing the entire time you could have felt like that for him.
A part of him felt guilty, moving on from Sarah like this – he knows she’ll hate him more for it, but another part of him can’t fucking care. After the shit she pulled, the things she said, the way she acted? He couldn’t believe he’d let it go on for as long as he had, really, if it wasn’t for you he’s not sure he would have come out of it.
Would he have married her, like his parents’ wanted, and lived the cozy life that she desired, being a kept woman, which Satoru didn’t even mind. He would love to take care of the girl he marries so she doesn’t have to worry about anything, he wants kids some day, too. None of that was the issue – it was her.
Imagining the life he damn near almost had and how hollow it would feel had him sick to his stomach if he lingered on it for too long.
So he doesn’t.
He looks down at the way the pinks and golds in the sky are setting behind you, and just how fucking pretty you look like this, your eyes so nervous and glimmery, your cheeks hot to the touch. Your pretty lips all parted, slightly swollen from his very kisses, his kisses.
His.
You were his.
Or, you would be – there was not one world where Satoru would let this go, would let you go from him.
“Are you ready for our date, pretty?” He asks now, trying to lighten the slightly heavy mood, the lingering tension of a girl who should be gone from your mind, but one who is clearly still there.
He can read you like a book, it’s insanity to think he never could read the fact that you liked him back.
Like wasn’t really the word for what he felt, not even close.
“I am so excited,” you admit, giggling and kissing him again, Satoru opens the car door for you, but his hand lingers on your lower back as you slide in, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip through the soft material.
“God your ass in this - I mean!?”
“Satoru Gojo!” You smack at him and he blushes, looking rightfully abashed. “You pervert!”
“Fuck it’s like my mouth just said it without my brain connecting,” he grimaces and shakes his head as you snort, rolling your eyes and letting him slide in beside you, a hand on your thigh. “Forgive me, pretty?”
“The dinner better be good.”
“Mhm, of course it will be.”
A date with Satoru Gojo – the inner youth in you is fucking flipping out, right along with current you.
*****
Satoru’s hand is on your thigh so casually as the two of you sit next to each other in the little booth, his thumb stroking little circles on your skin that inch higher and higher, just to dart right back down. Maddening, like a second nature as the two of you peer at the menu, though you can’t focus on a goddamn thing.
Every time you shift in the plush bench, you feel the friction of the seat against your twitchy lil clit, already craving him so damn bad, the memories of the way he flicked his tongue on it swirling through your head. He looks at you as you move again, hips shifting, this smirk on his lips.
“You keep shifting like that and we’re not gonna make it to dinner,” he murmurs softly, leaning low. You gasp.
“You’d have me not eat!?”
“I’d be the one eating,” he teases, you exhale, a breathy little laugh escaping your lips as he moves his hand higher, teasing that skin there, you damn near press his hand between your thighs you clench up so tight. “Oh, you like that idea?”
“You know I do, bratty boy,” his fingers press firmly against your panty clad cunt for a brief moment, and you barely fucking bite back a moan, burying your face against the crook of his neck, hoping no one could hear your little gasp. “Toru….”
“Fuck, you’re already soaking through these panties, hmm?” You just nod, your face burning as you shift once more, his fingertips brushing over where you’re swollen and needy. “All from thinking of me?”
“You’re teasin’ me, meanie,” he laughs softly, shaking his head as you nip his neck with your teeth, earning his own little soft moan. “Revenge.”
“Revenge, hmm?”
“Mhm…” The waitress comes, having you both separate, she is bright and bubbly as she damn near gives Satoru her number, just for him to politely ignore her advances.
The audacity of people never serves to blow you away.
Yet in that very moment, you know all the attention is right on you, even as his damn phone goes off – it’s on vibrate as you’re both sipping on wine, nibbling on appetizers together. Yet it keeps buzzing on the table, moving in little circles it’s vibrating so fucking hard – Satoru glances at it, his jaw tightening a bit visibly.
“Wanna check?”
“No.”
“Toru it could be your parents, Suguru…” He sighs at that, picking up the phone and peeking at it, frowning, shoving it into his pocket with a hasty little gesture.
“Not them.”
Ah.
“Sarah?” you ask softly, unsure of just how to bring it up, he’s clearly frustrated at her incessant calling.
“She clearly can’t stand the thought of me not being at her beck and call anymore,” Satoru sighs and looks at you, forking a bite of food in your mouth. “Open up now.”
“You can’t say that,” he laughs softly, clearly trying to ease the tension, as you chew thoughtfully. “Mmm, it’s yummy.”
“It is,” you laugh again, when he reaches his hand over to you, his fingertips brushing against the corner of your mouth, where a little drop fell. The contact alone has your pulse just racing. “Very yummy.”
“Will I be finding out tonight?” You tease, then gasp. “Oh my god, I said that!?”
“Yeah you did,” he’s damn near snorting as you playfully shove him, feeling that blush rush across your cheeks, especially when his fingertips slide down the side of your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone, leaving goosebumps everywhere as the tension builds even deeper.
God it’s hard not to slide on his lap.
You’ve never felt this, and it’s terrifying.
The only thing that breaks up the tension is when that phone starts ringing again, buzzing in his pocket, he peers at it and glares.
“Toru…”
“She can fuck right off. I’m busy with you,” your lips tremble a bit, he grabs his fork and feeds you more. “Very busy.”
“Good,” you answer softly. “I’d get jealous.”
“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow and you nod, making him chuckle. “You’re fucking adorable.”
“Adorable, I’m serious!”
“I won’t make you jealous, ever…” He leans close, cupping your face once more. “All my undivided attention is here, okay?”
“I do?” He hums and nods, capturing your mouth in another sweet kiss, one that lingers and feels you so full, you can’t help but sigh and lean into it.
“I’m all yours tonight,” he grins, letting you feel the lines of his teeth. “Sounds slutty, doesn’t it?”
“It does a bit,” you’re so nervous now – Satoru is absolutely the more experienced one, and you won’t know what you’re doing when you try to please him. But damned if that will stop you from trying. “All mine?”
“Mhm.”
*****
The tension is damn near unbearable when the two of you get back in the car, and the two glasses of pinot are rushing through your veins, making you dizzy.
“I had so much fun,” you say softly as he pulls out of the parking lot, his hand right back on your thigh, possessive, so fucking warm. It’s not teasing like at the restaurant, it’s firmly sitting there, squeezing almost too hard. “Did you?”
“I did,” you hear his sigh. “Too much fucking fun.”
“It was! I can’t believe we went on a date,” he’s laughing again softly at how cute you are, with the lights shining in the car as he drives through the nearly empty streets at night, his fingertips trailing up towards that heat.
“We went on a date,” he slips his fingers past the hem of your dress, pushing aside the soaked fabric of your panties to find your slick, swollen folds, eliciting a filthy little whine from your throat. “Fuck… you’re even wetter…”
“All your fault,” you mumble, arching your hips, leaning closer. “Had me thinking of your promise.”
“Oh?” He feels how soaked you are, groaning out at it – his eyes flicking between you and the road, as he glides a lengthy finger through your wet, puffy folds, so hot he can’t imagine how good it’d feel around him. “All this thinking of sucking my cock, really?”
“Yes… ah! W-wanna…” Your head falls back against the seat as he finds your clit now, circling it with a practiced ease that has you petty and jealous as fuck that Sarah got it, you shove it right out of your mind, knowing it’s nonsense.
You wish it was only ever you two and that’s fucking ridiculous, what this boy makes you feel, as you’re rolling your hips against his hand, craving even more.
“Wanna what, hmm? Can’t talk?”
“Tease,” you moan in frustration when he pulls his fingers off, sucking one and making you gasp. “Toru… could I try now?”
“Sucking my cock driving!?!”
“Yes?” His eyes widen, fingers falling from his lips as you start panicking just a bit at your bold ass words. “I mean… no? I mean…. Yes.”
“Fuck…”
Is he in a dream?
“You really wanna?” He’s almost nervous, yes he’s done that a lot with Sarah, but this was you – sweet, innocent, band geek girl who he’s played alongside since the damn sandbox at the playground.
What if he hurt your mouth?
What if he gagged you?
What if you hit some speedbump and you bit it on accident, if you-
“I do want to try um, only if you want,” you whisper, he can hardly hold his thoughts together, mind swirling with every thought ever as you look at him all pretty in the night, your scent clinging to him, taste ruining his senses. “I wanna please you like you did.”
“Anything you do will,” he murmurs, leaning back as you all hit a red light and nervously fumbling with his zipper like it’s his damn first time, the metallic rasp of it echoing in the car, mixing with the quiet him. You bite down on your lip, undoing your seatbelt to lean over, a strap falling down your shoulder to reveal some of your pretty collarbone. “God, look at you.”
He frees his cock with a pathetic little whine, and it slaps hard against his stomach, thick and heavy, just leaking pre-cum right down that swollen tip, reddened with how badly he needs you. “Toru… you’re hard from…”
“Touching you? God, yes,” you lean forward, ever trusting, as he takes your hand and wraps it around him, exhaling, the light turns green and he very reluctantly starts driving, his hand leaving yours now, slipping up the back of your hair on your neck and entangling there as you kneel. “Feel what you do to me, pretty girl? Feel how hard I am for you?”
“Yes,” it’s heady, knowing you have this effect on him, as you stroke him carefully, your thumb swiping over the slick head, swirling that pre right around, earning his little groan, his head tilting back against the seat for just a moment. “Should I put my mouth around you?”
“God, please,” he laughs now. “Got me pathetic.”
“No, Toru,” you lap your tongue to gather it, climbing so you’re right on your knees with your ass up as he drives, his hand tightening when you wrap your mouth around his fat tip and suck. “Mnnh…”
“Fuckin’ perfect, shit,” he’s having trouble with just the tip in your mouth, that’s how fucked you have him as you suck, and he can’t stop the sounds escaping his mouth, ones Sarah would have made fun of if she could have ever even gotten them from him.
You’re so different.
You moan at his whimpers, you arch higher, soft and sweet how you suck, like you’re worried to hurt him – each bump on the road knocking his cock deeper in your throat. Stretching it, burning it, making him suck in a breath – whispering your name in a way that has you slick when he finds you over your panties.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re even wetter,” he runs his fingers underneath your panties, right along your bare, dripping folds, finding your hole and plunging right inside.
After teasing it all damn evening, his fingertip that pulls out and drags against your sensitive clit is almost too much, you’re drooling down his cock, taking him even deeper. “Mnh!”
“Like that?” he asks softly, his voice husky and deep – so fucking low it hits some part of you that makes you clench around him, as you swallow around his cock, slurping up every bit of pre that spurts out. “You’re doing so good, that’s it – don’t even have to tell you what to do.”
The praise fucks you up furthher, as he’s dragging his shaft through your wet mouth, his fingers pumping in and out of your slick pussy, she sucks two fingers in far easier than last time, so full with those callouses inside you the sensation is too hard to articulate. Your brain is all addled as you take more, until you’re choking on him, spit falling right around.
“Oh my…” He’s at another red light, hand pulling hard at your hair, his hips bucking up. “You takin’ cock like that? Choking just for me?”
“Mhm,” is your only response, your hands gripping his thighs, the denim rough underneath your skin as your head starts moving with his guidance. He’s bucking his hips up in a desperate, needy little rhythm as your lashes flutter shut, the noises just urging you on.
“Are you okay, baby?” He pauses when you gag, you pull back, looking at him with dazed eyes and dripping lips, nodding. “You sure?”
“I like choking on it…”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Satoru knows he doesn’t have much longer, so fucking drunk off your mouth that he doesn’t notice the green lights, the horns behind you both, your mouth landing right back on his length. He hits another speed bump, shoving his cock so deep he feels your tiny throat stretching, his fingers landing back in your hair to try to tug you up, leaving your pussy empty.
“Sorry, shit, I…”
“No,” you murmur now, your tongue focusing on his tip, hand stroking his spit soaked cock as he drives. “Please, I like it.”
“Can’t take it,” he pulls right in front of your dorm now, dragging you on his lap, completely and utterly done for when he kisses the white off your mouth, tongue lavishing alongside yours as he drags your bare cunt against him, your thighs trembling on either side of him once he’s in park. “I need to feel her.”
“Toru I…”
“Won’t take your first time like this baby,” he reassures you immediately, gliding his tip through your swollen folds, hearing your every little sigh and whine as the steering wheel presses against.”
“What if I want it?” He pauses, cursing and resting his head against your chest, sighing.
“Not gonna fuck you in the car for the first, sorry,” he sighs at your cute little pout. “Didn’t you wanna wait a bit?”
“Not now.”
Satoru chuckles, grinding against you once more, watching your head fall back as he kisses up your throat. “Oh? Now you’re so ready, hmm?”
“Very,”, the friction is unbearably sweet, each jerk of his hips and drag of his cock against your clit shooting hot need right through you. The purring hum of his car is filled with the wet, slick sounds of your cunt on him, with the light whir of that air conditioner blowing on your skin. “I want it.”
“I want you,” he murmurs now, leaning back to tug your panties aside and slip his seat back, his eyes darting right to where you’re gliding and making a mess on him, watching his cock disappear and reappear from between your folds, picturing how good it’ll look when it’s in your stomach. “You’re so fucking wet for me, hmm? Making such a mess.”
He grabs your ass now, firmer than before – his long fingers digging into the soft flesh of it as he takes control of the pace, rutting even faster, kissing up your collarbone as your head falls to the side.
“Toru, in me…”
“Wanna lose it on the first date, baby? Tsk,” you shove at him playfully, making his eyes light up, and you pause.
Even if it’s filthy straddling Satoru Gojo like this, even if he’s leaking pre against your twitchy, needy clit, his eyes lighting up in the dark?
It’s so sweet.
It’s what you missed the most about him since he endured Sarah, the light you’d give anything to see again, right here, as he’s moving you up and down, fucking your panties when they slip back. His tip presses in and out, stretching the cotton, making it completely soaked and nearly transparent with the mix of fluids.
All while you peek at him under your lashes, so much left unsaid between the two of you.
“What is it? Hmm?” He is teasing you now grinding against your cunt, the rough denim of his jeans brushing against your inner thighs in a way that makes you even wetter. You can feel the pressure inside you building up so tight, this burning hot need in your stomach as you moan out, kissing him and rolling your hips right with his guidance.
“Your eyes,” you whisper, nose nuzzling his for just a moment as he pauses. “They're so happy right now.”
He can't stop the grin on his damn face.
“That's because of you,” you melt, kissing him messier now. “Got me all corny.”
“I like …. It, Toru… I’m…” you can barely form the words you need anymore, your body trembling as he lifts and drags you down, every kiss stealing your breath. “Gonna c-cum, I…”
“Me too, sweetheart,” he whispers out the words, his voice a hot breath against your lips. “Cum with me, yeah? Let me feel you soak my cock with all that pretty slick, please? Just for me.”
His words and his jerky motions are your undoing, the way he asks is so damn cute as if he's not this close to slamming you down on his cock. His tip hits your clit one more time, and you shatter over him, blinding pleasure so intense you see white hot stars behind your closed eyes.
“Look at me,” you try to obey, gasping out as you squirt right on him, your cunt clenching and pulsing around nothing as you gush. “Good girl. Fuck… good… girl…”
He's kissing you as he feels your slickness rushing down him, making the glide even easier, pushing him right over with you.
“Good girl…” he murmurs again, having you tremble from aftershocks and cling tightly to his shoulders, cursing when he finally cums right on you.
You gasp when you feel it – those hot, thick puffy ropes of white cum spurting against your cunt, so much some sticks to your stomach and pussy, coating your skin in a warm, sticky mess. He keeps grinding against you even after, even as he is so clearly desperate and needy, drawing out both of your pleasure orgasm as he pulses and twitches.
“God,” he groans out, the sound muffled against your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he bucks up a few more times, until you're both twitchy, oversensitive little messes.
For a moment, you both just breathe together and kiss softly, the only sounds in the now steamed up sports car are those, the whines, the whimpers, the hasty little murmurs of your names.
You can feel the frantic thrumming of your pulse, making you dizzy as you fall against him, whole body weak from pleasure.
If that's what just dry humping or panty fucking was, what was sex?
How would you take that!?
“Fuck I never thought I would feel this,” he finally whispers, after he catches his breath a bit, pressing soft, lingering little kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his hands coming up to stroke your back in little circles, easing back to study you.
God he is pretty like this.
“You okay. Baby, too much?”
You nod quickly, still so shy you hug him tightly, your face buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent as you gather yourself. “Mhm.”
“You sure?” You nod again, too overwhelmed to speak with the sensation of still feeling his cum against your skin, feeling the intimacy.
“I am. Promise, just was… too good?”
He chuckles softly. “Yeah it was, I think I blacked out for a second there.”
You lift your head and giggle, a shy smile playing on your lips, brushing some of his hair back from his damp forehead, seeing just how affected he is too. “No way?”
“Yeah I really did.”
In the reflection of his dark, glassy eyes. you're just the mirror image of him. Fucked out and…
In love.
He looks utterly wrecked, just like you, and a part of you can't help but love it – love that you did that to him.
He reaches up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, sighing as he studies you. “You’re so pretty, look at you.”
You blush at the praise, biting your lip. “You are.”
“Am I. Hmm?” He smirks lazily.
“Very, conceited boy, you already know…”
You are so in love it hurts.
Satoru is achingly gentle as he shifts you, eyeing the mess between you, his cum splattered across your stomach and the delicate silk of your dress, making him blush to the tips of his ears, seeing the crinkled material.
“Shit. I ruined your dress!”
You glance down and laugh softly, shaking your head.“It’s just a dress, it'll wash. It was so worth it.”
“Was it?” You giggle all cute again, ruining him. “Well, good… but, still, just lemme clean you up, yeah?”
Satoru is sweet and gentle as he carefully wipes the sticky fluid from your skin, that blush on his cheeks even redder as he sees just how much he came, his gaze still flickering back and forth between your eyes and the white on your skin.
“You were messy too,” you tease, he can’t help but grin as he kisses across your neck once more, wiping you carefully and easing your soaked cunt off him reluctantly.
“Very… there,” Satoru smooths your dress down over your soft thighs, his hands lingering on your hips and pressing in, despite the wrinkling of the fabric, you still looked so fucking pretty in it.
“All better?”
“Mhm, just perfect...”
He just holds you for a while after that on his lap, the sweetest hug after you are coming down from your high, back rubbed gently by his big hand, so soothing you feel yourself almost falling asleep.
It feels perfect with your head resting on his strong chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as the two of you match each other’s breathing, so much left to say that the silence is deafening.
Yet, it’s so new to you.
And he’s been hurt.
So for now, you both just snuggle, even as his phone buzzes again from his pocket, a persistent little fucking reminder that Sarah wasn’t just going to give up – despite treating Satoru like shit. The thoughts have your tummy flipping.
“Should you at least tell her to stop?”
“No, I won’t acknowledge her damn existence,” he says, taking the phone and putting it off vibrate now, grimacing and the amount of nasty ass texts and calls.
“What did she say?”
“Dumb shit that doesn’t matter,” he deletes the entire conversation, cupping your face once he sets down the phone. “Right now, this is all that matters, okay? You and me.”
You tilt your head back to look at him, your heart swelling. “Satoru… I…”
You swallow nervously, the words at the very tip of your tongue – It's too fast, even if you have known him forever. Satoru needs time to heal.
So for now, you just cup his face right back, letting him nuzzle and kiss your palm so cute your heart breaks.
The boy you always loved, you’re in his arms.
“I loved tonight, so much,” he grins again at that, bright white teeth against his face at your words. “I love the smile on your face tonight, and how your eyes are lit up so bright.”
“I feel the same looking at you,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Me too, so much. I can't wait for the formal.”
“Oh my god, me too!”
He walks you back up after a little bit, lingering in your doorway, unable to stop kissing you over and over, almost having to literally tear himself off since he has football God awful early.
But it's damn near impossible not to beg to sleep next to you.
“Good night, sweets,” he says finally, after a million little kisses, seeing just how sleepy you are.
“I’ll be at your practice tomorrow!”
“No, you’re so tired…”
“I wanna go,” you yawn again, hugging him tightly. “I wanna be at every practice for you.”
His heart is melting as he kisses the top of your head.
“Then I’ll be here to pick you up, okay?”
“Mhm,” you sigh, never wanting to leave his embrace as sleep already tugs at you. “G’night Toru.”
He keeps ignoring that phone after he leaves you and heads back, only for Sarah to lose her shit – glaring as she paces back and forth, before she looks up your dorm information, smiling.
She'd have to just pay you a visit in the morning, to make sure you knew your place.
*****
You expect it to be Satoru when you yawn and open up the door, the love note in your hand – but it’s not him.
It’s Sarah.
Your heart races in your chest when she smiles all mean and jacks it right out of your hand, laughing.
poor puppy reader ft satoru gojo + suguru geto by @popcornpaws
making your life hell ft. ryomen sukuna by @yuri-min
honey pack ft. satoru gojo by @eraserbread
gordon ramsey ft. ryomen sukuna by @slntty
my boyfriend eating our boyfriend's ass ft. ryomen sukuna + toji fushiguro by @oksukuna
morning dew ft. toji fushiguro by @hangenism
opposites attract ft. ryomen sukuna by @dolcemisu
sukuna throwing out the pot we beat him with ft. ryomen sukuna by @yenayaps
crazy in love ft. ryomen sukuna by @sukunahs
written in the stars ft. ryomen sukuna by @starmapz
a wicked mind ft. ryomen sukuna by @liahcharms
the soulmate sprint ft. satoru gojo by @fukiouh
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mr. no relationship satoru ft. satoru gojo by @sumuse
you hit different ft. ryomen sukuna by @sveraia
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recovery time well spent ft. dick grayson by @honey-snail
i'm sorry ft. jason todd by @jtoddsbaby
art i loved
dragon sylus sleeping by @sunsetagain
math with toji by @itterhorns
sylus by @yeovv-r
nanami by @ariawins
valko by @serena-sketches
wolf gojo by @gaytoeyume
a/n: been a while since i've done any kind of recs, thought it'd be nice to do a short one! haven't had too much reading time the last few months tbh but always feel free to send what you're reading and enjoying my way (and if you wrote something i missed or you want me to read, tag me!!) <3 div is by @/mieluno
Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.
You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.
Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.
"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"
"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.
He can't stand you.
"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.
"Take it off, Princess."
"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."
"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"
"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."
"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."
"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.
"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.
"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."
Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."
"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.
"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"
"Wait, wait!?"
He's damn near flapping his arms, Suguru hardly holds in his laughter, raising a brow.
"I mean... we could if... I..."
Somehow Satoru ends up in his bed with you bent over, tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, trailing a vein as Suguru sits in the chair, palming his already hard cock. Satoru's eyes betray everything he says out loud, blue eyes darting to your face, brushing your hair back as he watches your tongue swirl right along his tip.
Fuck you're pretty.
He almost babbles it when your tongue scoops out some of that leaking white, eyes glaring right at him, even as you nip his tip with your teeth, making him yank your hair hard.
"Fuckin' brat," he grumbles, you're laughing softly, kissing it instead, he could almost bust from that, hands trembling. "Don't let her bite me, Suguru, fuck."
"Princess," you are so wet Suguru can see it, dripping from your puffy lips. "Show him how good you can be."
"Yes, daddy," Satoru rolls his eyes at that, scoffing - not like he'd ever want you to call him that!?
Right?
No way.
You start really sucking him, slurping him all up, letting him fuck up into your throat with messy, filthy lil strokes, the sounds of you choking on him just urging him more, all while Suguru strokes his own cock. The sight of you swallowing his friend had him pulsing, his veins pressed up, so hard it hurts.
"F-fuck... you're so pretty like - I mean!? You're okay at - ah! It..." Suguru snorts, leaning back further as Satoru's half ass praise has your pussy dripping down his sheets.
"She loves praise, keep goin' hmm?" Satoru lets out a shaky breath, hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck, his other slipping across your bare shoulder, sliding down the side of your neck.
"Doin' such a good job, shit..." He whispers, feeling your moan vibrate around his length, tightening right up. "Feels s'good and... there, fuck you're..."
He's whimpering.
Satoru hates you more for whatever it is you're doing to his cock, sucking him so hard he almost busts, tugging you up instead. You press him back when he tries to flip you over, straddling him with your hands on his chest, leaning low, seeing his snowy lashes all lowered, he's so goddamn needy right now, feeling your slick along him.
"Open, Toru," you tease, he glares, but does just that - opening so you can spit a trail of saliva right in his mouth, landing on his tongue.
Satoru may be in love with his best friend's psychotic girlfriend.
"Good boy," you feel his cock twitch, leaning down and sliding it, letting Suguru watch the sight of his best friend's cock slipping into his girlfriend's pretty cunt.
"Fuck..." That's Satoru and Suguru, when you slam right down on it, making him cry out as he swallows your spit down his throat, his hands right on your waist, your cunt is so fucking tight wrapping him, tip already snug on that puffy cervix.
He could cum if you move.
He pins you down, leaning up and kissing up your chest, teeth nipping your skin, your nails dig into his shoulders, body trembling as you try to take control, but he's wrapping your waist, pinning you down.
"Let me move," you cry out when he uses his muscles to hold you there, pulsing right in your cervix, peeking at Suguru, seeing how thick his cock is right now, making you even wetter. "Don't you wanna come here, Sugu?"
"I wanna watch you two make up," his lips twitch as he sees the filthy sight of your slick dripping down his best friend's balls. "Let me see you make her cum, Satoru - or you won't get to fuck her again."
This could happen again!?
Satoru almost panics at how fucking excited he is, holding it in and leaning back, raising you up and down by the fat of your ass, landing in a filthy, wet smack, your whines escaping your throat as you cling to his chest. "I'll make her cum, Suguru."
Satoru does make you cum, fucking you from one orgasm into another, flipping you over and arching your back, yanking both your arms behind you as he pins your wrists right behind your back, leaving you momentarily under his control, though he knows your crazy ass will have him whining out again.
"Grippy socks, grippy pussy," you gasp, opening your mouth to yell at him just to get your cunt pounded, dizzy from how mean his fat cock is bullying your tacky little walls. "It's true."
"You dick, w-was a few days there," he slams deep, making you arch more. "Sugu, tell him to be nice."
"I love her grippy socks," Suguru's words have you both laughing softly, as Suguru's stroking his cock faster, Satoru pounding you into that mattress like he indeed could fuck every frustration out on your cunt. "Play with her clit, Satoru."
Satoru releases your wrists and leans over you with a hand braced on the bed, his hand reaching around to rub circles on your neglected little clit, the first time he's even touched your cunt. You were so damn wet from sucking him and having Suguru watch, he hadn't had to get you ready.
"Slutty lil brat," he murmurs in your ear, as your head falls back, and he's running meaner circles. "Gonna cum for your boyfriend, gonna have me pump you full and him eat it out of you?"
"Y-you're the slut," you bite out, right before you shatter around him, cunt just clamping right down, as that orgasm fucking wrecks you.
"Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment, about to bust right with you with how you're milking his cock. "You like that, don't you? Cummin' on my cock while your boyfriend watches?"
Your only response is a series of incoherent whimpers, ones you'll regret later when this little menace makes fun of you, but you're too fucked out to care.
If this was hate sex, you were here for it.
"Too much, sh-shit," you mumble as he continues toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers. "Sensitive!"
"Awww, are you crying?" He's chuckling at your tears, when Suguru clicks his tongue.
"Satoru..."
"Sorry, fuck," Suguru's strokes become faster right along with Satoru's thrusts in your loud, messy hole, eyeing the way Satoru's glistening cock disappears into your swollen folds easier and easier, the way your back arches for more, until you're both babbling.
"F-fuck..." Suguru busts his hot, sticky load into his own hand, thick ropes of his release coating his fingers and palm as Satoru cums right with him, filling up your pussy and whimpering your name over and over.
It shows everything he thought.
Satoru didn't hate you, he just really wanted to fuck you.
"God, f-fuck you're so... felt so perfect and..." He's crying out as you laugh, making Satoru glare again. "Psychotic, I swear..."
"You love psychotic pussy," you giggle as he pulls out, and Suguru walks over, tilting your chin up, swiping drool off the corner of your lip. "Hi, Sugu."
"Hi baby," Satoru's gripping your waist, pulling out with a filthy pop, as you eagerly suck the mess Suguru made of his hands off his fingers, and Satoru watches the mess your cunt is, gooey white just drippin' right out and down on his own bed.
"Wasting all this? Tsk," he gathers it and slips it back in your cunt, making you lashes flutter closed as Suguru's fingers slide in your throat, choking you, letting you lap the salty white release off.
"Will you two get along now?" Suguru asks quietly. "Or do I need to fuck Satoru's cum in your cunt, and fill you with mine? Make him eat both loads out?"
"I like that idea," you giggle, expecting an argument, but Satoru likes that idea even more than you do.
Suguru is a master at getting people to make up <3
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this was an idea in my comments for cuck sugu (@vamqyx) hehe, this rly is filthyyy help
