Sypnosis: After a horrible night of going out, your friend leaves you stranded at the club. Going home, you encounter a certain white-haired man. When he gets too close and grins with those too-sharp teeth, you do the only logical thing your drunken mind can think of: throw a bag of rice at him.
Pairing: Vampire!Gojo x Human!reader
Tags/Content Warnings: MDNI/18+ only, SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! Porn with plot, a bit of fear play (c'mon, Satoru is a vampire, y'all have seen the way he was playing with those curses), compulsion (only to run away), usage of folklore, reader is lowk a dumb bitch (not bimbo like, just drunk), blood-drinking, dub-con (reader consenting to be bitten while drunk), oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V sex, classic 'it doesn't fit' trope, SIZE KINK SIZE KINK SIZE KINK, belly bulging, dacryphilia, permission to cum inside (hehe)
Word Count: 6.7k
A/N: Not proofread since I have a migraine, but I wanted to drop this before going to bed. Special thanks to @cactusvolumes for helping out <3 Dividers by @/pixopix & @/strangergraphic, art by @/somedeimi on x.
You’re stumbling out of the club, absolutely wasted. The world spins around you, pavement dipping to the side, despite it being flat. Your ankle rolls once, making you almost crash into a pole.
A laugh bubbles out of your throat before you can stop it. It vibrates on your tongue, just like the bass vibrated your bones while inside the club.
Why are you laughing again?
You fumble through your purse for your phone, trying to text your friend that' you’re outside. Fingers touching different things in your purse—a lipgloss, a loose tampon, your hairbrush, a bag that crinkles when the pads of your fingers skim over it, and finally your phone, the glass smooth against your fingertips.
Then the thought slams into you, unwelcome and sharp. ‘Naoya and I are dating now,’ your friend had whispered shouted in your ear while you were on the dancefloor with her. Your entire body locking up, hips freezing in place.
Right. That’s why you drank more than you should’ve. Your friend casually admitting she’s dating your piece-of-shit ex-boyfriend.
You lean your forehead against the cold metal of the pole. Another laugh slips out. This time dry and hollow. There’s nothing funny about any of this. The entire situation is fucked up.
She left the club not soon after she admitted to you about dating your ex, not satisfied with your reaction to her ‘news’. What a fucking bitch. You close your eyes, still leaning against the pole, and everything spins, as if you’re laundry in a dryer.
Opening your eyes you push off the pole. Taking three steps, you stumble again. Stupid fucking heels. With an annoyed grunt you crouch down to yank them off, only to promptly fall onto your ass. Huffing through your nose you sit down so you can better access your heels.
Eventually you wrangle the heels off. Standing again you brush down the back of your dress with one hand while the other dangles your shoes from your fingers.
This time you start walking home—still stumbling around, but no longer rolling your ankles with it.
The Tokyo streets glow with sodium lamps and neon signs that are blinking overhead. The streets are mostly empty, aside from a few stragglers and drunks passed out along the sidewalk.
It isn’t until ten minutes into your walk that you feel it—eyes. You glance around, confused. There’s no one you can see, just a small cat on the other side of the street that isn’t even watching you, finding more interest in it’s own paw. Shrugging you keep walking.
Five minutes later you cut into a narrow alley. A shortcut home you normally take after a night out with the girls, granted they are with you—safety in numbers or something. Your drunken mind isn’t really concerned with that right now, though. Your feet are cold, small stones digging into your toes where you’re walking, and you’re lucky you haven’t encountered something sharp yet.
A little bit further into the dark alley you feel it again, that heavy sense of being watched. Whipping your head around you see someone stand at the end of the alleyway. The person’s silhouette completely black, except for the stark white hair that’s illuminated by the streetlight from above. The second thing you note is how tall they are. And the third thing you notice is the eyes—they’re glowing. Piercing blue looking over at you.
He’s just… staring at you. But when he sees you looking at him, he takes a step towards you. Then another. And another. You back up, pointing a finger at him.
“Stay there!” you bark out, finger trembling slightly. “Stay,” you repeat, firmer. The man halts, one pale eyebrow lifting in amusement.
“That’s right. Good boy.” If you were sober, you’d cringe at calling a stranger good boy, but right now all you can think of is that you’re drunk, barefoot, in an alley, and this guy is, what—seven feet tall?
His face becomes clearer now, a bit of moonlight illuminating some of the planes of his face. His skin is porcelain-like, eyes like a kaleidoscope of every blue imaginable, and a smirk is on his face, clearly enjoying this entire interaction.
Right, you’re staring. You clear your throat. “I-I’m going now. You just… stay there.”
He only crosses his arms and leans against the wall, still watching. You slowly nod your head, taking a small step back. Okay, good, he’s staying right where he is. Where you told him to stay. Turning around you nearly scream bloody murder.
He’s right there.
A gasp slips from your lips, mouth dropping open while your eyes bug out of your skull. Did the alcohol in your system fuck you up so bad you somehow turned around slow enough for him to walk in front of you without you noticing it?
You crane your neck up to look at him, stumbling back slightly with the change of your head, before you steady yourself again. He’s smiling down at you, and it’s a nice smile, honestly. It would’ve been charming, if not for the fangs. They’re long, sharp, and very obvious.
Alarm bells blare in your head, muffled slightly by the badum badum badum of your heart in your ears. Impossibly blue eyes, inhuman speed, and now fangs.
“Vampire,” you whisper, voice barely audible.
The stranger’s smile widens. “Ding, ding, ding, sweetheart.”
You swallow hard, of course this would happen to you today out of all days, after being told your friend is fucking your ex and leaving you stranded, alone, in the club.
Your hand slips into your bag, fingers fumbling, digging, trying to search for the bag you had touched earlier that night. But the more you keep fumbling, the harder your heart is starting to beat. Did you make up the fact that you had the bag with you? He notices the motion, of course he does.
“Oh? Gonna pepper spray me? Call a friend?” there’s clear amusement in his voice, “Newsflash, sweetheart, I’m way too fast for that.”
Your fingers keep searching. Come on, come on, come on— There. The pads of your fingers skim over the plastic bag, and it crinkles under the motion. Bingo.
Your heart slams against your ribcage. God, please let that dumb folklore be right. You grab the bag an dump it onto the ground, a soft thud sounds through the alley as thousands of rice grains scatter across the tiles.
The vampire’s head snaps down. He stares for a few seconds, blinks, then crouches. He mutters something under his breath and begins to count, fast—really fucking fast.
You stare at this seven-foot, hulking creature for a few more seconds. Then you take one step back, and another, and another. Then you run, feet pounding against the floor down the alley.
You risk a glance over your shoulder, just hoping he isn’t fast enough to count all of that within seconds. Big mistake. He’s still counting, luckily. But… he looks kind of cute doing it, nevermind the part where he’s a seven-foot vampire.
You slow down, feet coming to a halt, before you turn back and walk up just enough to grab your phone from where it fell onto the ground.
Click.
He doesn’t look up, but the twitch of his fingers tell you he heard it. “Cute.”
Gojo has never seen something like this before. He didn’t expect to be pelted with grains of rice by a cute drunk girl he’d set his sights on the moment she stumbled out of the club. Worse, he has the compelling urge to count them all. He isn’t sure why, all he knows is that he has to count them.
It’s something he’ll look into when he gets home.
It was a smart move on your part, clearly having read some sort of vampire lore before—unless you throw rice at every creep you encounter. However you came back, feet still bare, one of your heels lay abandoned further down the alleyway.
Then you whispered something about how cute he was, as if he isn’t a whole seven feet of vampire.
Now? Now you’re sitting across from him, feet still bare and dirty with grime and small pebbles stuck to your toes—how you haven’t noticed is beyond him—heel danling from your fingers, and your dress is riding up your thighs.
You’re mumbling incoherently about your ex and your friend, not that he’s paying attention to it, all his focus is on the stupid grains of rice.
He isn’t sure why you aren’t running. You know he’s a vampire, having seen his speed, his fangs, his eyes—hell, you even whispered it, vampire. Yet you’re still sitting here, in front of him, as if you’re keeping him company.
He knows you’re drunk, he can smell it on your breath, and if that wasn’t the dead giveaway then the stumbling and walking back to a fucking vampire would be. No one would do that shit when they’re sober.
You’re recounting a story about your ex now, gesturing wildly into the cool night-air. He’s had to restart his count a total of three times already because you keep distracting him. The first time you accidentally kicked the pile when you went to sit down, apologising to him for fucking it up.
The second time you ‘accidentally’ smacked his arm when telling him something. You’d said it was accidental because you were gesturing, but he thinks it’s because he wasn’t paying attention to your story.
He can only hope that the third time just works out for him, because he really wants to sink his fangs into your glistening skin—apart from the sweat you’d certainly built up in the club there’s something else to it, maybe a shimmer you’d applied before leaving for the club earlier today.
He only has a few hundred grains of rice left when your phone rings. And just like anything else tonight, you pick it up without any hesitation.
Gojo can hear a man on the other side of the line, saying something snarky. He isn’t tuned into the conversation, but his ears could hear everything if he wanted to, but he’s still counting, and he’d rather focus on that and finally feed himself than listen to whatever is being said by you or the man.
3124 3125 3126 3127… He’s about to count the last grain of rice when you suddenly flip the phone to him, screen illuminating his skin in a mix of blue and green. 3159 grains of rice, all counted.
He finally looks up and sees a guy filling your screen. Faux blond hair with green roots, brown eyes, and a smirk on his face that quickly morphs into something else. Then you turn your phone back to yourself, slurring out a, “See, ‘m with someone. Now leave m’ alone, asshole.”
Gojo hears the call disconnect, sees the way your screen goes dark. The only light illuminating your skin now is the pale moonlight. Then you take a deep breath and promptly fling yourself backward onto the ground.
“See what I have to deal with?” your eyes find his, a small pout formed on your face while your brows furrow. Gojo doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with those piercing blue eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest and clears his throat. “I’m gonna give you a twenty-second head start, sweetheart. If I were you I’d take it.”
Your brows furrow in confusion this time, nose crinkling slightly. God, you really forgot, didn’t you?
He heaves a sigh and opens his mouth just enough to show his fangs. They glint in the moonlight, showing of just how sharp they are. You squint your eyes a bit, then they open wide again.
“Vampire,” you whisper again, voice fully trembling. But then you groan, it rumbles through your chest a bit, and kick your feet a little. “I don’ wanna runnnn.”
Gojo has to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath. He likes the chase that comes from when people are afraid of him. Likes it even more when his prey think they can outrun him. They can’t, but he sure does like having them believe they can. Blood always tastes sweeter when there’s a hint of fear involved, after all.
He opens his eyes again and looks straight at you. Then he leans in a little, breath just shy of ghosting the shell of your ear.
“Run,” he whispers, voice sticky sweet as honey. He can see the way your eyes gloss over a bit. Then you’re scrambling upward, and dart out of the alley—your other heel clattering to the ground.
Gojo, true to his word, waits a full twenty seconds. Then he’s in front of you again, making you yelp and dash away again, stumbling over your own feet a little, crashing into the wall, scraping your hand on the rough stones.
The cat and mouse game continues for what he thinks is a full ten minutes. He can hear your heart pounding, blood rushing through your body, and your whispers of ‘Please don’t kill me, I’m way too hot’ and ‘I should’ve stayed home’ and ‘He is kinda cute, though.’
He ignores that last one.
It isn’t until you stumble up the steps of a house where he catches you. His broad chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, fingers dipping into your sides,, while the other is planted next to your head on the door.
“Gotcha,” he whispers into your hair. You’re trembling in his grip, knees almost buckling out form under you. You’re pressed flat against the front door of your house.
You were so close, all you had to do was open it and you would’ve been fine.
You can feel the way his pecs are squished against your back. He’s hunched over you, entire frame leaning down so he can nose against your hair. His muscles are bulging out of his shirt, making you press your thighs together.
It’s a weird mixture of fear and arousal that’s shooting through you. You know he’s a vampire, know he can kill you in an instant—and maybe he will drain you of all your blood—but he’s also so tall. His entire hand splayed out over your tummy now.
He chuckles when he notices the way you’re pressing your thighs together. His cold breath fanning over your skin, almost like a night breeze caressing your face. “You gonna let me in, sweets?”
You know you shouldn’t. Know you should try to get out of his cold, undead grip as fast as you can. The door is right there, one step and you’d be free of him. One big step, you’d just have to get out of his grasp. Sure he has bulging muscles and probably inhuman strength, but you can twist your way out of this, can’t you? Just do a little shimmy and free yourself.
The big hand that’s on your stomach can’t possibly keep you right there, pressed against him, can it? Nevermind the fact that he has such thick forearms and biceps and triceps even Greek Gods would be jealous of.
Turning a bit to the left, you try to see if you have any wiggle room, only for him to chuckle once more. His fingers dig into your flesh a bit harder now, indenting the skin where he touches you. Welp, there goes your plan, straight out the window.
“Promise not to kill me?” You don’t dare to look at him, afraid his eyes will put you under a spell yet again. You know you should’ve ran the first time he told you to, but you were too out of your mind to fully grasp the situation. “Mhmm, just want some of your blood.”
That seems… reasonable enough. You fumble with your keys slightly, still trembling in your grip, the keys and keychains clinking against each other. It’s the only sound in the entire street, everyone else already being in bed—which is no surprise, considering you left the club at… three or something like that.
When you finally slot your keys into the hole, you twist it open, pushing the door open to your dark hallway.
You’re about to set a foot into your house when the guy tugs you back against his chest. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Right, he’s a vampire and not just some random hookup you dragged home. A very handsome vampire, though. If you’re going out, at least it’s by a hottie. Oh fuck, he really can just kill you. I mean, he just said he wouldn’t, but he can lie about it. Then again, he could’ve killed you ten times over already.
“What’s your name?” That seems to catch him off-guard. Blinking a few times, those baby blues looking you over in wonder a few times, and you can’t help but melt into him a bit—only for you to stand up straight again when you feel how fucking cold he is.
“Satoru,” is all he mumbles out, fangs poking out slightly. He really is cute for a terrifying creature.
Nodding your head you nudge the door open even further, extending your hand into your house with a flourish. “Come in, Satoru.”
The next second you’re picked up before he all but throws you onto your couch, your body bouncing a bit before he’s on you. A yelp leaves your lips, heart pounding out of your ribs, fingers shaking slightly, breaths heavy.
Right, he is a vampire with inhuman speed and strength. Your pupils dilate a bit, hairs standing on edge when he grins down at you with those too-sharp canines. His eyes almost seem to glow in this moment, face shadowed completely.
You’re frozen in place, reality settling in like someone poured a cold cup of water over your head to sober you up.
You just invited a vampire into your house. To drink your blood. Way to fucking go.
“Ready, sweets?” He murmurs down at you, picking up your hand where it lies limp beside you on the couch, pulse hammering in your ears. He brings your fingers up to his mouth, before wrapping his lips around the bloodied appendages, tongue laving over the wounds there. You’d honestly forgotten you even had them—too busy running away from him to notice just how scratched up your clammy palms were.
His saliva stings your skin, making you pull away, only for him to hold your wrist in place. He licks a broad stripe from your palms up to your fingers, leaving behind a red trail—blood and saliva mixed together.
When you don’t answer he grins a bit wider, lips slightly red by your blood. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
With that he surges forward, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from squirming while the other quickly brushes away the hairs that are falling over your shoulder. His fangs puncture your skin just above your collarbone, and it feels like your nerves are on fire.
Your mouth opens in a scream, only to have it clamped shut by a big palm. Tears spring to your eyes, fat drops falling down the apples of your cheeks before they drip from your jawline onto the couch below.
You can feel the way your blood is leaving you. Satoru is sucking on the wound hard enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull—not in pleasure, but in pain. Pure agony running through your veins now.
From all the vampire lore, you whished the aphrodisiac bite was at least true. But instead of pleasure surging through you, it’s pain. Pure pain. You can feel the way your body jerks from the sensation, but Satoru just tightens his hold onto you, pushing you further into the couch.
The last thing you see before the dark takes ahold of you is the blue glow emitting from his eyes, casting the two of you in a soft, blue glare, making his pale hair stand out against the darkness of the room.
You wake up surrounded by softness. Blinking a few times you register just where you are—your own bed. Your pillow is soft and fluffy under your head, and your blanket is keeping you warm. Your head is absolutely pounding, a dull thud behind your eyes making you groan.
Just how much did you have to drink last night?
Thinking back on the night before, you can remember bits and pieces. You went out with your friend to celebrate… something, only for her to leave you alone at the club later that night.
Why did she leave you alone again?
Racking your brain, you try to fill in the gaps as good as you can. You remember drinking and dancing. Hips moving to the beat—well you tried to, but you probably were off-beat if you’re going to be honest—while your friend was laughing with you.
Then she leaned forward with a smile on her face and murmured something in your ear. What the fuck did she say that she had to leave?
You furrow your brows, closing your eyes once more. Right, right, it’s coming all back to you now. She told you she was dating Naoya out of all people. Even after you’d told her every minute detail about that scumbag, she still chose to be with him, destroying your trust in the process.
Fucking bitch. And then she just up and left you there to get home by yourself.
Okay, now you know why your head is pounding—having drank waayyy too much alcohol to at least have a good night by yourself. But how did you get home?
You pat around your bed to search for your phone, twisting your neck to look to your left side, only for a hiss to leave your lips when you feel just how much your neck hurts. Your hand shoots to the spot, only to find gauze under your fingertips.
Gauze? Why is there gauze on your neck out of all places.
You rub your head with your other hand, only to feel small scabs on your fingertips. Opening your eyes you look at your hand, only to see it being scabbed over at some places.
Right, you scratched your hand on the wall when running away from that cute vampire. …Wait, what??
Sitting up you look around your room, to hopefully see said vampire, but he’s nowhere to be found. A laugh bubbles up in your chest and leaves your lips. A vampire, how stupid is that. Your drunken mind probably made all of that up.
Seeing a weird silhouette in an alleyway sure is scary, so you just began to run back home. Yeah, yeah that must be it. Your drunken mind having conjured up a whole story about a guy that doesn’t exist. Vampires aren’t real; they’re just myths made up to scare children.
So why is there gauze on your collarbone?
Your head is pounding all the same, these silly questions surely can wait until after you had some water, or coffee.
Standing up you’re about to walk downstairs when you hear someone… humming? Your shoulders immediately tense up, feet planting themselves in their place. Why is there someone in your house?
Grabbing the nearest object—a vase with fake flowers, because nowadays it’s too much to ask guys to get you some flowers—you tiptoe down the stairs, careful to not make a sound. It’s one thing if there’s someone in your house, it’s another when they know you’re there.
On the last step you hear someone call out to you. “Oh, you’re awake. That’s good!”
You nearly drop the vase in shock, fingers slipping slightly, before you tighten your grip again. Your heart hammering out of your chest, goosebumps littering your skin, and before you can even do anything, a tall, white-haired man walks into view.
And suddenly everything from last night slams back into you. No, your mind hadn’t simply made up Satoru, it’s real. The gauze on your throat a bitter reminder that there are, in fact, vampires roaming the earth.
“What the fuck are you still doing in my house?” you ask him, setting the vase down onto your kitchen counter before walking up to him. You poke your finger against his arm, testing to see if he really is real, or if you might still be drunk. “You’re real, right?”
Gojo just chuckles at you, his fangs poking through his lips at your question. His fingers wrap themselves around your wrist—ice cold to the touch, making you tremble slightly from just how cold they are—stopping you from poking him any further.
“Duh, you can’t make up a face this pretty.” He gestures to his face with a small pout on his face. Okay, conceited much. You scrunch your nose up at that, looking him dead in the eye—the same eyes that glowed last night while he was feasting on you - is that the correct term? You’re not sure, but you don’t really care, either.
“As for your question, I stayed because I might’ve drained you a bit too much. The alcohol in your system made your blood thinner, so I had a harder time gauging just how much I drank. So I stayed to be certain you wouldn’t pass awa— anyway. Alcohol makes your blood taste bitter, by the way, Certainly didn’t help you weren’t as afraid as I wanted you to be,” he mumbles that last part under his breath.
“Not as afraid as you wanted me to be? I thought my heart was gonna crawl out of my mouth— can you let go of me? You’re cold as fuck,” you try to tug your wrist out of his grasp, only for him to tighten it just slightly, slender fingers enclosing around your wrist.
Grinning he leans down slightly, back hunched just slightly as he looks you in the eye. “Why? You didn’t seem to mind me touching you last night.”
You inhale sharply, the memory of him pressed against your back flooding your mind. His strong chest pressed against your back while his hand was splayed out over your tummy making you all hot and bothered— no, you can’t think like this, fucking stop it.
“Yeah, well, that was just me being drunk,” you mumble out.
He takes a step forward, and another, while you walk backwards, until your back hits the wall. The wall scratching your back slightly, straightening your spine. His hand plants itself next to your head, leaning forward until his nose is almost brushing yours. “You sure that’s all it was? I’m hurt, sweets. You’re saying you don’t find me cute anymore?”
Gulping you press your thighs together, your panties damp under your sleeping shorts, core hot and achy. There’s no denying he’s hot—not quite cute as you called him last night—but should you really do this? He’s a vampire, hot, sure, but still a bloodsucking creature. His grin widens when his eyes flick down to your thighs.
You know you shouldn’t do this. It’s irresponsible, downright stupid, but you can’t deny to yourself that he’s making you horny by just existing.
And suddenly a thought enters your mind, like someone whispered in your ear. Your friend—now ex-friend—is dating your ex. It makes your stomach flip a few times, trying to make sense of the situation you’re in right now.
Fuck it.
Your hands find his pecs that are flexed with the way he’s standing, fabric doing little to hide them. Your finger trails down to his abdomen where you can feel the clearly built muscles. You bat your lashes at him, tilting your head just slightly. “And what if I said I thought you were hot?”
“Then I’d ask to have another taste— a different taste this time,” he murmurs down at you. That’s all you needed, fisting the fabric of his shirt and pulling him down to meet you. Lips crashing against each other in a messy battle of teeth and tongue.
He groans into your mouth, carefully nipping at your lower lip, puncturing it slightly. He sucks on the little droplets of blood before he claims your mouth once more. Copper filling your taste buds, making you moan out slightly.
Then he suddenly picks you up, hands under your thighs while yours find purchase at his broad shoulders, clutching onto them, nails digging into his skin just slightly. He chuckles against your mouth, “I’m not going to drop you.”
And true to his word, he doesn’t drop you, but he does bring you upstairs at speeds you’ve never dreamed of having. He carefully lays you down onto the bed, matrass groaning under both your weight just slightly.
His lips disconnect from yours, and he has to keep himself from groaning out at the sight of your bloodied, kiss-bitten lips. All swollen for him. Gojo peppers featherlight kisses down your throat, until they find the gauze just above your collarbone.
Yelping you look down at him. He’s grinning up at you, blue eyes crinkling slightly while he carefully places another kiss onto the gauze. “That hurts, dickhead.”
“Hmmm, just showing my little blood bag some appreciation,” he purrs before his lips trail further down, all the way until he’s seated onto the floor, cold breath ghosting on your thighs, leaving behind slight goosebumps. “I’m not your personal blood bag.”
He just winks up at you before pressing a kiss to the fat of your thigh. Then one a little higher, another one to the apex of your thigh, and one on your hipbone. You’re squirming out at the feeling of his lips—cold to the touch, but oh so careful.
His fingers hook around your pajama shorts, looking up at you for permission. When you nod he pulls them off you, leaving you in your panties. His pupils dilate when they see the wet spot, “You’re soaked. All this for me?”
Rolling your eyes you look down at him, leaning on your elbows. “How about you touch me instead of being such a conc— oh fuck,” your head lolls back onto your shoulderblades, eyes fluttering shut slightly. His thumb presses onto your clit.
“What was that, sweetheart?” he chuckles when you moan out at the pressure he applies through your panties, thumb circling your twitchy clit. “That’s what I thought.”
He leans down to lick a broad stripe over your panties, moaning out at the taste of you—so sweet, and oh, how he wishes you weren’t drunk last night so he could’ve had a taste of this pussy earlier—lips wrapping around your nub and sucking on it slightly.
“Shit. Fuck— Satoru, right there,” your hand finds his head, fingers threading through his silky locks, pulling on them slightly when he sucks even harder, cheeks hollowing out. Pleasure shoots right through your core, thighs threatening to snap shut. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired man under you, big palms clasping your thighs and keeping them spread riiight open for him. “Just get those panties out of the way already!”
He releases his lips with a pop, making you sigh out. Grinning up at you, one of his fingers comes up to your swollen folds, rubbing them slightly—still with that damn fabric in the way.
“Someone’s eager. You want me to get rid of these cute panties?” He tilts his head slightly before his fingers creep further upwards,, until they hook into them, making you think he’s finally going to get them off you. Instead he pulls the fabric upward, stretching it over your poor twitchy cunt, “But they look so good on you— yeahhh look at that.”
His eyes are zeroed in on where the fabric disappears between your pussy lips slightly, stretching the fabric even further until you’re pushing at his head, whining out.
“Please, please just get them off,” you whine out, tears gathering in your eyes from the way he’s just playing with you, taking his sweet time while your hole is pulsing around nothing. He chuckles once more before letting the fabric snap! against your skin, having you gasp out.
“Guess I should give this pretty pussy what she deserves, huh?” He gives a few taps to your clit, thighs twitching with each pass of his fingers, before he finally hooks a finger around the gusset and pulls it aside, revealing your cunt to the open air.
Without any preamble he dives in, tongue flat against your twitchy clit. Your back immediately arches with the swipe of his tongue—this time without any fabric between the muscle and your aching clit.
One of his slender, cold fingers plunges itself into your soppy hole. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging on it slightly, moaning out at the intrusion. “Fuck— right there.”
He thrusts his finger in and out of you before adding another one. The cold touch such a stark contrast to your hot, needy core it has you keen out. Your legs are trembling in his hold, one of them still spread open by his other hand, while your own creeps down to hold your other leg open for him.
“Such a good girl,” he mumbles out against your core, pleasure shooting through you. He curls those long digits inside of you, trying to find that one spot inside of you while he very lightly nips on your clit, your walls clamping down on his digits. His fingers keep thrusting and curling inside of you, finding finding findi— you loudly moan into the air, head thrown back. Found it.
“F-fuck, Satoru, keep them there ‘m so close,” you sob out, thighs tensing up slightly while he continuously hits your g-spot with perfect precision. Your orgasm crashes over you, tiny fireworks exploding in your tummy. “Cumming— cumming.”
He stays down there, lapping up the slick that’s gushing out of you. Cold tongue dipping into your hole alongside his fingers, opening you up even further for him.
You go limp in his hold a minute later, and he finally detaches himself from your mound—lips shiny with spit and your arousal. Then he pulls his fingers from your hole, stringy juices webbing between his fingers when he spreads them, looking at them in wonder, before putting them in his mouth and moaning out at the sweet, sweet taste that’s you.
“Think you’re ready for me, baby?” He stands up already unbuckling his belt, and you have to swallow once you see his bulge. Fuck. He’s ginormous. You shouldn’t be surprised, this guy is seven-feet tall, everything about him is enormous compared to you, but still you can’t help the way your eyes are almost bulging out of your skull.
He pulls out his cock—angry, red tip swollen and glistening with pre—and wraps his fist around it, giving it a few tugs.
“That’s not gonna fit inside of me,” you blurt out, eyes transfixed on where his hand is still wrapped around his dick. He smirks at that, of course he does. He’s probably heard it a million times before, but of course you had to say it.
He leans forward, tip nudging your clit, coating himself in your arousal. “Relax, it’s gonna fit.”
Gulping you lay back slightly, opening your legs even further to accommodate him. He smiles at that, one hand clamping around your waist while the other guides his member towards your entrance. Taking a deep breath in, he pushes inside your fluttering walls.
A high-pitched moan leaves your lips, sweat breaking on your skin. The stretch is unbelievable—your walls fluttering uselessly around him, and this was just the tip. He hisses at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him—yes, actually hisses, fangs on full display. “Fuck, loosen up baby.”
His fingers come down to your sensitive clit, rubbing on it to keep you distracted from the intrusion—not that it helps. He pushes another inch inside of you, and tears are starting to spill down from your eyes, disappearing into your hairline.
Gojo looks at you, blue eyes almost completely black now. He can feel the way his dick twitches when he sees your tears. Leaning forward he balances on one forearm, tongue lapping up your tears, groaning at the salty taste of your tears.
“You’re too big,” you squeal, hand uselessly pushing against his abdomen. He merely presses a kiss to your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth, and finally his lips claim yours, tongue tracing the seam of your sealed lips.
He stays still like that for a little while, letting you get used to the way he’s stretching you out. When he feels you loosen up slightly he pulls his hips back until just his tip remains and pushes back in again, a bit further this time.
You moan out into his mouth, legs wrapping themselves around his waist, and your hands entangle themselves in his hair. “That’s it, knew you could do it.”
With a few more thrusts he finally bottoms out, his hips meeting yours. Tears are flowing free down your face and he has to resist the urge to just bite you with how cute you looked. Fuck, what he wouldn’t do to get a taste of you again—your blood surely much sweeter now.
He looks down, only to grin. Would you look at that. “Look down, sweetheart. See how well you’re taking me?” he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger and angles your head down. Blinking a few times you look down and—oh! The print of his cock fully visible, bulging your tummy where he’s buried.
“You’re so deep,” you mumble out, slight awe in your voice, only for a broken moan to leave your lips seconds later. Gojo pulls out and thrusts back in, tip smooching your cervix. Again. And again. And again.
A creamy ring starting to circle around his base, balls slapping against your ass with each harsh thrust. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks. You’re sobbing out into his neck, vision blurring slightly.
“Mhmm, I know.” He presses down onto your stomach where he can feel his own cock through your womb, and it has you keen out even more. Moans and groans and the lewd plap plap plap! of his hips fill the room.
Your legs begin to tremble, cock plummeting in and out of your soppy hole, the squelch it makes has your face heat up, a pretty blush forming on your face as you feel yourself near your second orgasm. After a few more thrusts, you come around him, clear liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto his abdomen, thighs and the sheets below you. Your vision whites out completely while your back arches, mouth forming an ‘o’ that you can’t seem to close.
Satoru hisses when he feels your walls clamp down onto his girth, speeding up his thrusts slightly. “Fuck, lemme cum inside, please.”
Your mind doesn’t register his request at first, too busy trembling around him. It’s only when he starts whining that you take note of his request. “Yes, yes ‘toru. ‘S okay.”
“Shit- need you to say it. Say it out loud for me, pretty,” he pleads with you, his own thighs tensing up slightly. “Y-you can cum inside, S’toru.”
That’s all it takes. He thrusts once more before stilling, his fat tip snug against your cervix while he spills inside of you. Ropes of cum keep coming, emptying his balls inside your greedy cunt completely. His forehead dropping down to yours.
The two of you lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath—well, it’s just you who has to catch their breath, but Satoru stays there for you—and calm down slightly.
“Soooo, you need permission to cum inside too, huh?” you giggle at the seven-foot vampire. He just groans, eyes fluttering shut. “Shut up.”
Neteyam always finds a way to fuck you and his dad is tired of it.
WC. 2.6
The training grounds were quiet except for the rhythmic slap of arrows hitting targets and Jake’s low commands.
“Again. Higher draw this time. Focus on the follow through.”
Neteyam had been right beside him a moment ago—tall, steady, bow drawn, also tending to younger kids in training.
Then he wasn’t.
Jake lowered his own bow, ears twitching.
“Neteyam?”
No answer.
He scanned the clearing, the treeline, the narrow paths leading back toward the village.
Nothing.
A faint prickle of unease crawled up his spine.
His eldest didn’t just disappear in the middle of drills.
Not when they were teaching the kids how to properly use a bow.
Not without a word.
Jake handed his bow to one of the younger warriors.
“Finish the set. I’ll be back.”
He moved fast, following the most likely trail—toward the secluded river bend where the foliage grew thick and the sound of water drowned out voices.
It was a place couples sometimes slipped away to.
A place Jake himself had once favored with Neytiri when they were younger.
The closer he got, the more certain he became.
Low moans drifted through the leaves.
Breathless, needy.
Familiar.
Jake’s jaw tightened.
He pushed aside the last curtain of vines and froze.
There, pressed against the smooth trunk of a young pa’liwll tree, was his son—tail lashing, ears pinned back in pleasure, strong hands gripping hips that definitely weren’t his own.
You were arched against him, legs wrapped high around his waist, head thrown back as Neteyam drove into you with slow, deep rolls that made your whole body shudder.
Your nails raked down his back, leaving fresh red lines across blue skin.
His face was buried in your neck, growling soft praises against your throat.
“Fuck—ma’yawntutsyìp… so tight… always so perfect for me…”
Jake’s tail lashed once, hard.
“Neteyam.”
The word cracked like a whip.
Neteyam’s hips stuttered.
His head snapped up, eyes wide with instant mortification.
You gasped, trying to hide your face against his shoulder, but it was far too late.
“Dad—”
Jake’s voice was ice. “Get dressed. Now.”
Neteyam pulls out quick, a wet sound that makes you flush hotter, scrambling for your discarded tevdong.
Neteyam carefully lowered you to your feet, keeping his body between you and his father as you both scrambled to cover yourselves.
His ears were flat against his skull, tail tucked tight.
Shame and guilt rolled off him in waves.
Jake didn’t yell. He didn’t need to. The silence was worse.
“Back to the house,” he said quietly. “ both of you, now, help your mother with chores “
For the next few weeks, Jake watched.
He hadn’t realized how often it happened.
Every time he turned around, Neteyam was touching you—subtle at first: a hand low on your back, fingers brushing your thigh when he thought no one was looking.
Then less subtle.
He’d pull you behind a tree during patrol breaks.
He’d disappear with you for “quick hunts” that lasted far too long.
Once Jake caught him pressing you against the wall of the family kelku when he thought everyone was asleep, your legs hooked over his forearms, both of you trying—and failing—to stay quiet.
Jake wasn’t blind.
He knew you were mated.
He’d approved the bond years ago when you both were just teens.
He just hadn’t realized his son was this… insatiable.
Eventually he’d had enough.
One evening after dinner, when the rest of the family had scattered, Jake caught Neteyam by the arm before he could follow you outside.
“Sit,” Jake said, pointing to the woven mat.
Neteyam obeyed instantly, ears low, eyes fixed on the floor.
Jake sat across from him, elbows on his knees, studying his firstborn like he was a battlefield map.
“You’re distracted,” Jake started. “All the time. You’re missing shots you used to hit blindfolded. You’re late to drills. You’re disappearing mid sentence. And I know why.”
Neteyam’s tail curled around his ankle. He didn’t speak.
Jake exhaled through his nose.
“I get it. You’re young. You’re mated. Bonding is intense. But this—” he gestured vaguely toward the direction you’d gone “—this isn’t healthy. You can’t spend every free second buried between her legs. You’ve got responsibilities. People look to you. You’re supposed to be setting an example.”
Neteyam’s ears flicked.
He swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s… not just me.”
Jake blinked. “What?”
Neteyam risked a glance up, cheeks flushed dark. “She wants it just as much. Sometimes more. I—I try to be careful, but she… she asks. She pulls me away. She says she needs me. And I—” He ducked his head again, mortified. “I can’t say no to her. I don’t want to.”
Jake stared.
For a long moment the only sound was the crackle of the small fire.
Then Jake rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a low, tired laugh that had no humor in it.
“Oh.”
Neteyam peeked up, uncertain.
Jake shook his head slowly. “You’re both as bad as each other.”
“I’m sorry,” Neteyam mumbled. “I’ll… try harder. To focus.”
Jake studied him—really studied him.
The way his shoulders were hunched, the way his tail still hadn’t uncurled from his leg.
He looked like a kid caught stealing fruit, not a grown warrior.
Jake sighed. “Look. I’m not saying you can’t touch your mate. Eywa knows your mother and I weren’t exactly saints when we were your age. But balance, Neteyam. You need balance. If you let this consume you, it’ll eat everything else—your training, your siblings, your place here. And hers too.”
Neteyam nodded quickly. “I understand.”
“Do you?” Jake leaned forward. “Because I’m not asking you to stop. I’m asking you to be smarter about it. Lock the damn door. Pick times when the whole clan isn’t waiting on you. And maybe—maybe—take a breath once in a while and remember there’s more to being mated than how many times you can knot in a day.”
Neteyam’s ears burned. He nodded again, faster this time.
Jake stood, brushing off his thighs. “And next time you disappear mid training? You tell me first. I’m not hunting you down again just to find you balls deep in your mate against a tree.”
Neteyam groaned, covering his face with both hands. “Dad—”
Jake smirked despite himself. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
He walked toward the entrance, pausing just before stepping out.
“One more thing.”
Neteyam looked up, wary.
“Treat her right,” Jake said quietly. “Always. Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when you’re exhausted. Even when the clan’s watching. She’s your mate. Not just your release.”
Neteyam’s expression softened instantly. “I know. I swear.”
Jake gave a single nod.
Then he was gone, leaving Neteyam sitting there—still flushed, still guilty, but a little less alone in it.
Outside, you were waiting near the fire, arms crossed, trying not to look as anxious as you felt.
Jake paused beside you.
You glanced up.
He raised a brow. “You two done trying to kill me with heart attacks?”
You bit your lip, cheeks darkening. “Sorry, sir.”
Jake snorted. “Don’t ‘sir’ me… I’m hoping for grandchildren. So it’s dad ”
You ducked your head, smiling despite yourself. “Yes, sir.”
He shook his head and kept walking.
Behind him, Neteyam appeared in the doorway, eyes locked on you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Jake sighed to himself.
Kids.
The days blurred into weeks as Neteyam took his father’s words to heart.
Balance.
He repeated it like a mantra, every time his gaze lingered too long on the curve of your hips, or the way your tail swayed when you walked ahead of him on patrols.
He loved you—Eywa, he loved you more than breath—but he’d let that love turn into a constant hunger, one that drowned out everything else.
No more.
He’d prove to himself, to Jake, to you, that he could be more than just the warrior who couldn’t keep his hands off his mate.
At first, it was small things.
He’d pull away from stolen kisses before they deepened, murmuring excuses about duties or hunts.
You noticed, of course—your ears would flick in confusion, your eyes searching his with a silent question.
But you didn’t push.
Instead, you leaned into the change, and soon the spaces between you filled with something softer, deeper.
Dates became their own kind of ritual.
He’d wake you before dawn, fingers brushing your cheek as he whispered, “Come fly with me.”
You’d ride together on his ikran, the wind whipping through your hair as you soared over the floating mountains, chasing bioluminescent clouds that painted the sky in streaks of purple and blue.
He’d land on hidden ledges, places only the Omatikaya knew, and you’d share meals of fresh hexapede skewers and sweet yovo fruit, talking for hours about nothing and everything—the stars, the old stories from Jake’s Earth, the dreams you both had for the clan’s future.
One afternoon, he led you deep into the Hallelujah Mountains, where the air grew thin and the vines twisted like living ropes around ancient stone spires.
You explored forgotten caves glowing with atokirina’ seeds, their soft light dancing across your skin as you laughed and chased each other through narrow passages.
He showed you a hidden waterfall, its waters crystal clear and warm from underground springs, and you swam together, clothes discarded on the rocks but touches kept innocent—fingers tracing patterns on wet skin, foreheads pressed together in quiet contentment.
Nights were spent under the canopy, weaving new songcords or just lying tangled in each other’s arms, tails entwined, sharing stories until sleep claimed you.
No rushing. No desperate pulls toward release. Just you and him, rediscovering the quiet joy of simply being mates.
But Eywa, it was torture.
Neteyam felt it building like a storm—every brush of your hand, every shared glance, every time your scent wrapped around him in the wind.
His body ached, a constant low hum of need that he pushed down with gritted teeth and focused breaths.
He’d wake hard and wanting, your body curled against his, and force himself to slip away for cold swims in the river.
He was a warrior; he could endure this. For you. For balance.
Until he couldn’t.
It happened on one of those mountain explorations, high up where the air hummed with the distant calls of ikran and the world below looked like a distant dream.
You’d found a secluded alcove, a natural balcony overlooking the vast expanse of Pandora’s wilderness, the sun dipping low and casting everything in golden fire.
You were leaning against a rock, hair tousled from the flight, smiling at him with that look that always made his heart stutter.
He tried to ignore it.
Tried to focus on the view, on the way the light played across the floating islands. But then you stretched, arching your back just so, and something inside him snapped.
“Ma’yawntu,” he breathed, voice rough, stepping closer. His tail lashed behind him, ears pinned flat. “I… I can’t. Not anymore.”
You tilted your head, confusion flickering in your eyes. “Can’t what?”
He dropped to his knees before you, hands trembling as they gripped your thighs. His golden eyes locked onto yours, pleading, desperate. “Please. I need you. I’ve tried—Eywa knows I’ve tried to hold back, to be better, but I’m dying without you. Let me taste you. Let me have you. Please.”
Your breath hitched, cheeks flushing as understanding dawned.
You’d felt the absence too, the way his restraint had left you aching in quiet moments, but you’d respected his choice.
Now, seeing him like this—Neteyam, proud and strong, on his knees begging—stirred something fierce in you.
You nodded, fingers threading into his braids. “Yes, please.”
He didn’t hesitate.
Neteyam kneels slow in front of you, hands gliding up your legs—palms rough from bows and hunts, but he keeps the pressure light. Thumbs drag along your inner thighs, back and forth, till your skin prickles. You shift your weight, tail flicking nervous. He glances up, checking. "This okay?" You nod, fingers flexing at your sides. "Yeah. Missed your hands."
He tugs at your tewng ties next, fingers working one knot loose, then fumbling the second—curses quiet in Na'vi. You reach down to help, brushing his knuckles. He huffs a small laugh. "Got it now." Fabric slips free, pooling at your ankles. Cool air hits your bare skin; you suck in a breath, thighs pressing together on instinct. His hands part them gentle, holding steady till you relax.
Eyes stay on yours, gold and focused like he's reading every twitch. Leans closer, nose brushing your folds soft at first—no rush.
His tongue darts out, tip tracing your outer lips light, tasting slick.
You whimper low, hips jerking forward a bit. "Steady," he murmurs against you, voice muffled, one hand splaying flat on your thigh to anchor.
Licks again, flatter this time, dragging up slow to your clit.
Circles it lazy with the tip—soft flicks that make your knees dip. You grab his braid, tugging accidental-hard; he groans into you, vibration buzzing straight through. "Sorry—feels..." He pulls back an inch, lips shiny.
"Good? Tell me if too much." You shake your head fast. "More. Please." Tongue presses firmer now, alternating slow laps with quick flutters over your clit, building that ache steady.
Thumbs spread you open wider; he dips inside shallow, tongue curling once before sucking your clit gentle between his lips.
Your tits shake with each pant, nipples tightening in the breeze.
His fingers slide up—one presses at your entrance, waiting.
You rock into it; he pushes in slow, knuckle by knuckle, curling to rub your spot inside he knows a little too well. Adds a second, thrusting lazy while his mouth keeps rhythm on your clit.
"Neteyam—fuck," you gasp, head tipping back against the rock. Thighs quake around his shoulders. He hums approval, free hand kneading your ass cheek soft.
Pumping fingers speed up just a touch; your walls clench tight, pulsing as orgasm hits—sharp waves that make your hips buck uneven. He works you through it, licks turning soft till you're slumped, pulling his hand free with a wet slide.
Rises awkward, knees popping from the stone—he winces, mutters "I’m gettin old " under breath.
You laugh breathy, yanking at his tewng. "Your turn." Ties stick wet from earlier rain; you both tug till it drops, his cock bobbing heavy, tip leaking.
You wrap your hand around him loose—stroking base to head, thumb over the slit. He hisses, grabbing your wrist light. "Easy. Wanna last."
Lifts you next, arms hooking under your thighs—presses your back to the wall gentle, legs around his waist.
His cock nudges your entrance, sliding through slick a few times. "Ready?" You nod, kissing his jaw sloppy.
"Slow," you murmur against his lips, legs tightening around his waist.
Neteyam nods quick, eyes locked on yours—gold steady, checking like always.
He pushes in inch by inch, thick head stretching your entrance wide. Walls grip him tight, fluttering at the fullness. You both groan low, breaths mixing hot. He bottoms out, holding still—forehead pressed to yours, noses bumping clumsy.
Lets you adjust first, hips twitching once involuntary.
Your ass settles firmer against him, tits brushing his chest with each shared pant.
"Big," you whisper, half-laugh.
He huffs soft, hand stroking your thigh.
He rocks shallow after—pulls out halfway, sinks back deliberate and smooth.
Your ass shakes light against the wall each time; your tits bounce into him, nipples dragging his skin.
His thumb finds one peak absent, rolling it slow while he angles his hips deeper—cock nudges that spot inside.
"Love this," he says low, voice cracking on "this."
He picks up pace controlled, thrusts snapping firmer—cock dragging your walls long, balls tapping your ass wet.
Fingers slip down to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your thighs quake.
Head lolls back against his palm; mouth falls open on a silent moan, tits jiggling heavier with the force.
"Neteyam—fuck, right there." Cuts off your whine with a kiss, tongue sliding messy—pulls back gasping. "Shhh, dad will be mad if he hears"
Tension winds tight in your gut; you dig nails deeper into his shoulders.
Your pussy pulses around his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.
He grinds extra deep once, rhythm hitching when his tail tangles behind him.
Orgasms shatter you both—thighs clamping his waist tight, pussy fluttering wild, squeezing his cock in waves.
Tits heave with each spasm; ass grinds back desperate.
He follows seconds later, cock swelling thick—spills hot ropes inside with a choked grunt against your neck, thrusts jerking uneven till he's pumping empty.
He stays buried deep a long time, kissing your collarbone soft, breaths ragged syncing up.
He lowers you wobbly to the moss—knees buckle a bit; he catches your elbow steady.
Pulls out slow, wet slide; his cum drips thick down your inner thigh.
Grabs his tewng scrap nearby, wipes you gentle—awkward fumble when it sticks to his fingers first.
"Messy," he mutters, chuckling low.
I had a dream about Neteyam so I’m back in my avatar phase!🤭
track twelve: all I wanted | prev track< | setlist
are you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?
synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens
pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna
content: mdni, smut + angst! SUPER MESSY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, so much jealousy, dilf Geto, some domestic fluff, awkward conversations and confrontations, fighting and arguing, attempts at communication, unprotected piv sex, pulling out, shower sex, emotional hurt
a/n: art by @maronjapan9art <3
"Where'd you get that bracelet from?"
Suguru kissed your neck, arms wrapped around your waist as you reached across the stove to switch the burner on.
"It was a gift," You murmured, distracted as you returned your attention back to the recipe on your phone.
"It suits you."
You'd barely spoken to Sukuna since that phone call. Bumping into him a couple of times when you were visiting the Itadori's after work. Exchanging 'hi's that still hurt, but were only slightly more awkward than whatever the hell was happening between you and your real boyfriend.
It was the first night you'd spent together since his concert. There was some weird tension still hanging between you even a week and a half later, but you weren't sure if he would even bother acknowledging it.
You guessed it could be all in your head. Working through how you felt was easy up there, but the words fell apart before they made it to your mouth every time. You couldn't seem to string it back together to tell him that you missed him and wanted him but you were terrified the two of you were on different pages. In love and lost and lonely in your own relationship because you couldn't even navigate telling him the truth.
Scared that he'd finally fully see you for you and slam the door shut.
All you ever knew how to do was pull away. An expert at picking yourself apart but an amateur at letting yourself be put back together.
How were you supposed to come closer when it meant you might fall?
"You have a good day?" Suguru asked, planting another warm peck above your collarbone, squeezing you again to catch your attention.
He'd let you in half an hour ago, but had spent almost all the time since wrangling his daughters into their pajamas and trying to coax them into crashing for the night.
You could still hear them playing in their room, soft giggles and the thud of toys hitting the floor.
"Yeah," You lied. "You?"
"I was thinking about you." You hoped he wasn't lying too.
"You didn't answer my question," You teased, glancing over your shoulder just for him to catch your lips in an intense kiss next.
"It was long," He hummed between breaths, your mouth parted and waiting for more as your state flicked between his eyes and his tongue. "Been waiting for this."
"Food or me?" You found yourself smiling up at him.
"I mean, I'd be happy to eat both," He shrugged, cocking his head to the side with a charming little smirk.
You wished he'd just swallow you already so you wouldn't have to be so scared of him spitting you out.
"Oh?" Your breath got stuck in your throat.
You wanted to let yourself fall back into the swing of with him, but you couldn't shake the feeling something was about to knock you down.
"Mhm," He purred.
"Suguru?" You shouldn't say it. This was a nice moment. Supposed to be your first relaxing night with him in forever.
But the bandage had to be ripped off sometime.
You might not say who the bracelet was from. Still, Suguru had to know about Sukuna. You'd tried to tell him over the phone, but you felt like the world was constantly interrupting you. The girls needed something or Gojo showed up when he wasn't expecting it or some other reason you couldn't even be upset at him for.
"Yeah, pretty?" His hand has just started slipping underneath the thin fabric of your shirt when you felt something buzz behind you.
Suguru's phone was ringing.
"Don't answer it," You murmured.
You knew. You didn't know how or what it was. But there was the gut feeling sinking deeper every second that if he picked up the phone, he'd be gone again.
"It might be important," He lightheartedly chided, the heat of his palm disappearing as he went to pull it out of his pocket.
"The girls are here. I'm here." You knew they'd always be his number one priority. Was wanting to be his second really so bad?
"It'll only take a second," He hummed, affectionately twirling a loose strand of hair around one of his long fingers.
So how come two minutes later he was telling Gojo he'd come into the studio to fix a backing track?
You didn't turn around. Didn't let him see the cracks continue to spread in your once carefully crafted facade.
He was apologizing once he got off the phone, his hands on your hips and his voice in your ear.
You never thought you'd be so used to disappointment.
Maybe you'd made yourself too available to him.
"I told him I'd go in tonight but not to bother me for the rest of the weekend," Suguru murmured soothingly, rubbing your shoulders. Nanako peeked her head around the corner, blinking up at her dad with big eyes.
"Are you leaving?" She asked, pouting the way you were tempted to.
Suguru hesitated, guilt starting to set in.
"It's fine, you can go," You dismissed, not looking back at him. "I'll stay and put the girls to bed."
"I can call the babysitter, if-"
"I said it's fine," You insisted. "Just make it quick, okay?"
"Promise."
Since when did you stop believing in his?
"Just so you know, I charge extra if you want me to do your laundry," You teased, faintly tinged with the sort of bite you wished you could leave on his skin.
Joking didn't make you feel less like his babysitter.
Perhaps Gojo's dad wasn't so far off.
Suguru chuckled though, squeezing your side as if it would stop the stupid ache in your heart knowing he'd go and you'd be back to where you were yesterday. Struggling to figure out where you went from here.
He had started bringing up touring in a few months after their album released, an offhanded comment here and there about hiring a nanny or babysitter to bring with him to help with the girls rather than shuffle them between staff during shows. It wasn't really a discussion. Just him working through his options out loud.
But now you were left wondering what he'd do with you?
How would long distance work if it already felt like there were miles separating you?
He kissed you and the girls probably ten times each before grabbing his stuff and heading back out, promising again to be back before you knew it.
Forty-five minutes later, the girls were tucked in and you were dozing off on his couch, all the doors and locks triple-checked and the dinner you thought you'd be sharing with him now stuck in containers in the fridge.
You woke up to the sound of the key turning in the lock, your body stiff while you uncomfortably listened out until you heard him enter, his familiar footsteps and soft sigh approaching. For some reason you couldn't quite fathom, you pretended to still be sleeping, eyes shut and breathing even when he paused by the couch, bending down to press a kiss to your head.
"Hey, sleepy girl," Suguru murmured, his mouth still by your forehead as he squatted down next to you. You could smell the cigarettes on him. "Missed you."
You shifted up on the couch, rubbing your eyes and glancing past him to pick up your phone from the coffee table. Three hours.
"You miss me?" He whispered, his palms sliding over over your thighs.
"Ask me after you shower," You rolled up your eyes, using his arm to steady yourself and stand. He followed you back into the kitchen while you made yourself a glass of water, leaning against the open door frame with a frown.
"The girls give you any trouble?" He asked, arms folded across his chest.
"Not nearly as much as their dad does," You tried to wryly joke, only feeling better when he chuckled back so you knew it landed.
"Yeah?" He hm-ed, walking over and stopping just a step behind you. His hand was freezing when it slipped under your shirt for the second time tonight, skimming over your skin to cup your breasts over your bra.
You could smell something sweet on him under the cigarettes. You'd smelled Gojo enough to know it wasn't his cologne.
"Who all was there?" You asked, wondering if the answer he'd give you would be the truth.
"The guys, Ijichi, Manami, uh, Shoko stopped by for a few minutes too," Suguru casually replied.
"Oh," You breathed. Your heart didn't shatter. Didn't quite break. But the crack widened, enough that all the anxiety and insecurities could flood through.
"You alright?" He asked. "Still sleepy?"
"Fine," You shrugged. You'd already made it clear you didn't like her to him. What was the point of having that conversation again?
He didn't care.
You needed to care less too.
He wasn't smiling when he kissed you, his mouth still fixed in not-quite-a-frown, down turned like he was trying to figure out what fine meant without asking. He tasted like gum, minty and fresh to disguise the aftertaste of the cigarette.
Suguru's hands drifted down, cupping your ass to pick you up and place you on the counter, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, as if he was still starving for you.
But all you could think of was his lips on her.
If even a fraction of the past three hours had been spent with his broad hands on her body or his sharp nose grazing against her skin. If all the intimacies you thought were reserved for you were open to anyone who wanted him.
You pushed him back with a few fingers against his chest.
"I was serious about the shower," You said, scrunching up your nose at the sickly sweet scent mixing with the smoke and his cologne.
"Wait for me in bed then," He muttered, jaw set in a little too tight.
You didn't answer.
Just let him walk back down the hall and pretended to sip some more of your water.
You waited until you heard the soft click of a door shut. Another minute just to be safe.
Was running away even remotely responsible? A mature, adult response?
Nope.
But your feet were moving first, taking you to where your purse was hanging by the door and snagging it off the hook, slipping your shoes on and fumbling with the supposedly kid-proof door knob to pull it open and slip out into the night.
The moon was barely out, hidden between clouds with only the porch light on for you to see. You were digging through your purse for your keys, making it through one task at a time, flipping through them to find the one for your car and thanking fucking God Suguru had parked next to you instead of behind you.
You had just unlocked your car when you heard the front door slam. Suguru caught you before you could even open the driver's door.
"Hey, where are you going?" Confusion. Concern. A hint of disbelief. You didn't turn around even when his hand was gripping your arm, his warmth surrounding you without his chest even touching your back. His other hand was pressed flat against the car door, like it'd stop you from leaving.
"Back home," You muttered. "I'm tired."
"So sleep here," He grumbled.
"I don't know," You shrugged, unable to come up with a good enough reason not to on the spot. "You should get some rest too."
"I'd sleep better if you were next to me," He insisted, trying to tug you around to face him.
You'd barely been sleeping at all, with or without him.
"Suguru," You started, subdued and quiet.
"Is it about tonight?" He asked, successful this time in twisting you around.
The answer on your tongue got tied up when you realized he only had a towel hastily tied around his hips, probably barely managing to get it on before rushing out after you when he heard the door.
"Does it matter?" You muttered dismissively.
You might not have much experience with real relationships. But you weren't dumb enough to just deal with living like this for the rest of your life.
It felt like you could barely even talk to him these days.
How many times in the past two weeks had you tried to bring up Sukuna just to get blown off last minute? For some other more important issues to always crop up? Someone always needing his approval or his opinion.
You knew he'd be busy while they recorded their new album.
But being relegated to just another background actor in his life sucked. And every day left you more scared someone else would steal the starring role in his heart.
"Talk to me," He purred, and his voice was so smooth, you could almost taste the sincerity in the air. But it didn't matter much when it didn't match his actions.
"I've been trying, and I'm tired," You sighed, echoing your previous sentiment and looking away from him down his driveway. He slid his palms up-and-down over your arms, attempting to comfort you.
"What do you mean?" He asked, so genuine it made you feel even more fucking insane.
"We've barely had a real conversation in weeks," You bluntly said. "There's stuff I want to talk to you about and it's like, there's always something in the way."
"I'm here now," He murmured. Like that was the best he could offer.
"It doesn't even feel like you're my boyfriend. Maybe we should just break-" You weren't even sure if you were bluffing or not, but Suguru was cutting you off before both of you could find out.
"I don't want you to feel like that," Suguru interrupted, his grip getting tighter on your arms. "Tell me what you need, and I'll figure out how to make it happen."
"I don't need anything," You muttered. "I just needed you to actually want to be with me too."
"You know I do," He spoke softer now, stepping closer.
"I don't," You shook your head.
You understood why he hadn't said he loved you in the heat of the moment. Between the drinking and bad decisions, you never expected him to. But now you were left considering how much he really even liked you.
Was the honeymoon period just over? Were you supposed to believe this was just what dating him would be like forever?
"Come on, let's go back inside and have a conversation about this, okay? We can shower together-"
"I'm not washing some girl's perfume off of you," You scoffed, shaking your head as you turned away from him.
"What?" He tried grabbing you again, but you shrugged him off.
"You smell like Manami," You bitterly muttered.
"Do you think I'm cheating on you?" He asked, absolutely bewildered like he hadn't just come home reeking of expensive perfume.
"I think she hates me, and she's trying to fuck you." Well, you pretty much knew it, but you didn't know if he'd even believe you.
"I've already rejected her twice. She knows nothing is ever going to happen between us," He huffed. "I don't want anyone else."
"I just said I feel like you don't even want me," You confessed, your hurt snowballing into something bigger. "I'm sick of being scared you're embarrassed of me or something. You can act like you want me all to yourself in private but you don't give a shit if anyone thinks I'm Satoru's in public."
"I want you all to myself all the time," He argued.
"You don't act like it," You scoffed.
"It's not, look, some decisions are just out of my hands," He bluntly said, his face hardening. "Especially when it comes to them."
"Sure," You muttered under your breath, glancing down at his driveway so you didn't have to look at him.
"Do you think I want to put up with any of that bullshit?" He asked, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up so you had to look in his eyes.
"You seemed more than fine to play along with whatever they planned," You reminded him. It felt like someone was stabbing a fork into the open wound that was your heart. But you couldn't stop yourself from digging it a little deeper. "I feel like I'm just some girl you fuck in your free time because it's convenient for you."
"You're not."
"So fucking do something," You challenged. "How would you feel if I came home smelling like another man?"
Suguru sighed, grinding his teeth. The towel on his hips slipped lower, the dark patch of his happy trail trying to draw your attention back south.
"It's not like that," He said it, and instantly regretted it, like he was just hearing how he sounded.
"Yeah?" You laughed, but it was hurt. And some small, sick part of you wanted him to hurt the way you were. To understand you how you used to think he would. "You know, I ran into the guy I used to fuck at Satoru's party."
Suguru didn't flinch. But you could see all his muscles pull tight, his shoulders go stiff.
"He wants to be friends again. Started going to therapy. But you know what I told him?" You tilted your head to the side, watching the way his jaw clenched and unclenched. "That I wasn't leaving you and he had to be nice. Because I actually respect you."
"Why didn't you say something?" He asked.
"When?" You scoffed. "You haven't been here. We can't talk more than five minutes on the phone without you hanging up."
"It's not like I want things to be like this," He somberly said.
"Well?" You waited for more, waited for him to make some decision or come to some conclusion to free you from this awful limbo.
"I don't like you seeing someone you used to have sex with," Suguru's voice was gruff, dark. Too jealous to even just see your point.
"Yeah? What about after I've rejected him and he knows nothing is gonna happen between us?" You echoed his own words, and he let out a sharp sigh.
"Don't," He breathed.
"Don't what?" You dared.
"It's different," He frowned harder, stepping closer. Your back was pressed against your car door. His hips and his firm chest caging you in there. "I'm not sharing you."
"I'm already sharing you," You pointed back out. His time was split in Manami's favor and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.
"You don't need to be worried about her," Suguru scoffed.
"And you don't need to be worried about him," You replied back, shrugging your shoulders.
He gritted his teeth, but by the time you blinked, he was picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to carry you back inside.
"Suguru," You protested, barely managing to stop stuff from spilling out of your purse before he was shutting and locking the front door behind you, taking your shoes off and walking back across the house to the ensuite in his room without saying anything.
It wasn't until he pushed that door shut too that he turned to you, and you felt the cocktail of emotions concealed behind his furrowed brows and dark stare.
"I'm sorry," He muttered. "You're my girl, okay? It's just you."
"I want to believe you," You quietly replied back, more like you were in mourning than mad about it.
"I can't do much about Manami, but I won't talk to her unless Satoru is there if it'll make you feel better," He promised.
"It's up to you," You bobbed your shoulders slightly, the warm bathroom lights casting new shadows across everything.
"What about your friend?" The word was venom on his tongue.
"What about him?"
"What are you going to do?" He asked, uncomfortable at not being the completely secure one for once.
"He's one of my oldest friends," You admitted. "I'd like it if you guys could coexist without being dicks to each other."
Suguru paused, mulling it over before nodding. He wasn't exactly thrilled about it when he spoke up again. "Okay. If that's what you want."
You blinked. Squinted at him wondering if this was going to end up ensnaring you in some truck or trap.
But he meant it.
"So if I wanted us all to go out to eat-"
"I'll go with you and pay the bill," He shrugged. Probably make a show of who you belonged to. But wouldn't it be better than this?
"I'll, um, try to be okay with you spending so much time with Manani," You mumbled, deflating at how quickly he'd somehow managed to completely disarm you.
"You don't have to. You're cute when you're jealous," Suguru teased, trying to transition the subject back into something he could mold back into a better shape.
"Shut up and shower," You huffed, face flushing as you tried to slip past him.
He caught you though, a hand on your waist and another in your hair when he kissed you like it was a fix.
You didn't think it'd change the fact you felt like just another one of his bad habits.
"Keep me company," He murmured.
You let him pull your shirt over your head. Warm hands cupping your breasts and toying with your nipples before his mouth wrapped around one. Teeth nipping and grazing against it until they were sensitive, distracting you while he pushed your sweatpants down your thighs, letting them fall in a heap by your feet. He turned the shower on next, dragging you in with him.
The water was too cold, but he shielded you with his body, using it as an excuse to hold you close while it heated up. Scrubbing both your bodies down with soap and leaving lovebite after lovebite over your chest, painting you purple and blue with more kisses than you could count.
"You scared me," He admitted, his fingers flexing, digging into your soft flesh when he practically shoved you against the cold shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"What?" You asked, breathless as he pinched your nipple again, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through you.
"I don't want to lose you over something so stupid," He tch-ed, irritated with himself rather than you.
It wasn't like either of you had found a real solution that made you both happy. It was just you'd learn to live with it for each other.
"I'm still here," You swallowed hard.
"Stay tonight," He asked, although it sounded more like a command. "Tomorrow too. I'll clear my schedule this weekend."
Like he was trying to convince you, you felt the swollen tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you shiver as the heat started to burn and coil tighter in your stomach.
"You mean it?" You murmured hopefully.
"Yeah."
Even if he didn't, you knew you'd still forgive him. Knew you'd still wait for him or wish he was there.
He readjusted, guiding his tip to your entrance, slowly pushing his thick cock inside an inch at a time, swallowing up every noise you made with another kiss.
Suguru dragged it out, letting you feel the full girth of him and moving his hips until he was finally pushing back the tight resistance, filling you up like he meant to impress every searing ridge and vein inside you.
"Are you mine?" He muttered, seeking reassurance you weren't even sure in.
"As long as you want me," You whispered back, holding your breath while he brutally shoved his himself in the rest of the way, holding you in place between him and the wall to keep you there.
Each thrust was rough, squeezing and groping you, his hips grinding up and his mouth claiming your skin, splitting you open while you left scratches down his back.
Your moans turning into broken gasps as he bounced you on his cock, letting all the thoughts leave your brain so you wouldn't have to consider he might be trying to convince you into believing it wasn't about sex with you by stuffing you so full you wouldn't have any room for disbelief.
"Fuck, you're tight," He groaned, his bruising hold on your ass only getting harder, throbbing inside you as he struggled not to cum already.
The grit in his voice, the hoarseness made our heart jump into your throat, squirming to get some friction against your clit to relieve some of the intense pressure building in your stomach.
"Sugu," You whined. "I need-"
"I know, sweetheart," He purred, guiding your leg to squeeze his hips tighter before his thumb moved back over your clit.
His motions were sloppier than normal, not quite so steady, rubbing rough circles over it. It was needy. Demanding. Dragging you to your climax instead of coaxing you through it.
You tried to say something, lips parting right as he pushed you over the edge, but as soon as the sound started to leave your lips, eyes closed and seeing stars, the hand that had been between your thighs was covering your lips.
"Can't, fuck, can't be too loud," He excused, continuing to fuck you through it, his head tilted back so you could watch the lump in his throat bob. Could trace the harsh lines of his jaw and cheeks. Watch the way he bit his lips when he came, barely pulling out in time to finish on his hand and your stomach.
But the fingers over your mouth were still there, stifling your strangled gasps.
Was he worried you'd say something stupid like you loved him again?
You didn't bring it up.
Tried to relax in his arms when he cleaned you up and suggested plans for this weekend. Spending the day with you and the girls tomorrow. Getting Gojo to babysit on Sunday to take you out somewhere nice. Maybe making a day trip to sightsee somewhere.
He made trusting him simple.
Tugged one of his shirts over your head and washed your hair. Took the time to take care of it and even clean off your makeup. Pulling you back into his bed with him, wrapping a protective arm around you.
It was natural. Being with him felt right.
You liked the way he looked at you. Liked being taken care of. Liked it when he listened.
You just had to learn to live with everything else.
Somehow, despite him rearranging his schedule so he was free for you, you still managed to have something crop up the next day.
He took you and the girls out for breakfast, some tiny little family-style restaurant where the girls didn't eat half the food they ordered and he sat on the same side of the booth with you, a hand on your thigh and an relaxed smile on his face.
But afterwards, you had to run back to your apartment to meet a maintenance guy after your upstairs neighbor accidentally flooded his place and get whatever had leaked onto yours fixed.
It'd taken a few hours, but finally, you were walking back through your boyfriend's door, feeling much more content than you had just a day ago.
"Hey, Suguru?" You called out, slipping off your shoes and glancing around the entryway. You searched through your purse for some new brand of candies in pretty pink packaging. "I stopped by a convenience store and look at what I found for the girls."
There wasn't an answer.
You frowned, glancing out the window just to double check his car was still out there beside yours before continuing down the hall. He was waiting for you in the kitchen.
All it took was a single look at his face to know something was wrong.
"What happened?" You breathed. "Are the girls okay?"
"They're with Nanami." His answer was short and sharp, like it was designed to cut through your defenses.
"I thought we were going to the park," You frowned, baffled trying to figure out why the fuck he was speaking to you like that.
"Do you really not know or are you just playing dumb?" He bluntly asked.
"I'm sorry?" You blinked, panic surging through you at his tone. Was it about Sukuna?
"I just need you to tell me the truth."
Shit.
"Suguru, I'm sor-" You started, but he cut you off.
"Did you tell anyone where we were this morning?" He asked, his voice low. Cold.
"What?" You scrunched your brows together in confusion.
It felt like you were looking at a stranger.
His face was somber. Staring at you like someone died. Or perhaps it was just your relationship rotting in front of you.
You only noticed his phone was on the counter until he slid it over to you.
Nothing could've prepared you for the photo of the four of you leaving the restaurant after breakfast. Mimiko on Suguru's hip and Nanako on yours. A to-go bag in his hand and sunglasses perched on the sharp slope of his nose. Domestic.
A cute family candid in another universe.
It felt like the end of the world in this one.
It took a few seconds to stop being stunned from the initial stock to realize what Suguru was insinuating. A girl punch probably would've been less painful.
"You think I had something to do with this?" You breathed. Every inhale took effort.
"No one else knew we'd be there," He bluntly said.
"So? Some fan or stupid stalker could've taken these," You pointed out, shoving the phone back towards him. It wasn't quite hurt, not yet. Your anger was dripping with disappointment, disbelief that he could somehow come to such an insane conclusion.
Suguru's finger tapped hard on the screen below the photo at someone's name.
"This guy works for some sleazy paparazzi company. Someone called him," Suguru spoke slowly, like it could contain the fact he was seething under the surface.
A more detached part of you could understand - even if it stung. His daughters were now front page news too, faces spread around and their personal life subject to public opinion. The safety he'd worked years to accomplish crumbled in a morning.
You'd always known he'd put them first.
They were his responsibility.
But you didn't think he'd just drop you. Guilty until proven innocent, you guessed.
"Suguru, seriously," You hesitated over the words, struggling to even formulate a sentence. "I wouldn't do that to you or them."
"What else am I supposed to think?" He asked as if he'd actually believe you if you could come up with a better solution.
Fuck, you probably understood better than most people would. But it still made him a fucking hypocrite when he'd pretty much dismissed you for fighting over your own privacy not even that long ago.
He was worried about losing you over something stupid when it was your problem. And now that it was his, it was suddenly serious enough that he was fine to throw you away.
"Why would I-"
"It is because I didn't say I love you back?"
Your heart stopped. Brain blanked. Incapacitated in place. Washed away with the wall of betrayal until you were just a clean state. Nothing else he could say would hurt you as much, cut you as deep as what he just asked.
You blinked. Swallowed hard.
And then you were walking down the hall, pushing the door to his bedroom open to collect your things. A mental checklist of items you refused to leave behind after it felt like he's taken your heart and crushed it under his boots.
A bra under his bed. A skirt stuffed in his drawer. A ring nestled between his own collection. Throwing the toothbrush he'd gotten for you in the trash can in his bathroom the same way he'd just thrown your relationship away.
He was watching. Following you as you walked, saying something your brain refused to process.
His voice was more of a dull hum in the background, an insignificant buzz. You didn't care if he took it back. Didn't care if he was doubling down.
It didn't matter.
What did was the fact he thought you were capable of doing something so awful. That you'd be so petty you'd put his daughters in the public eye.
That the man you had fallen so hard and fast for had so severely misunderstood you. Had maybe never understood you at all.
You were jealous and insecure, sure, but if he couldn't see that you'd pushed all of your own feelings down to put him first for weeks, he wasn't worth listening to now.
He tried to reach for your hand, but you recoiled.
"Don't fucking touch me," You scoffed.
Suguru said your name. You just shook your head again, throat threatening to close up as you held your clothes closer to your chest.
"Whatever, we're over," You muttered.
You felt him freeze behind you, the floor creaking under his feet. In a matter of minutes, the past few months and all the memories from them had been dumped, tossed in the trash for no fucking reason. But you kept moving forward. Scrambling to fit all your stuff in your bag and yanking the front door open and squeezing through to slam it behind you.
He didn't follow you out this time.
reblogs n comments are super appreciated <3 love hearing your thoughts !! also sorry for any typos >.<
instead of getting the girl, gojo just got her pregnant! how's he supposed to win you over when you only seem to see him as the baby daddy?
synopsis: when the frat president becomes the father of your daughter, the last thing you expected were his brothers to start bidding to be the step dad! can he prove that he's serious about starting a life together for the three of you - or will someone swoop in to steal both his girls?
pairing: frat!gojo x milf!reader x frat!geto (also starring frat!sukuna)
content: mdni!! fluff, angst, and smut, college au, unrealistic frat depictions, parties, drinking, accidental pregnancy, raising a baby, they all want to be the daddy, condoms breaking, one night stands and messy hookups, piv sex, pulling out, lots of pining, gojo being lovesick and stupid, denying feelings, jealousy, multiple povs, more tags will be found in individual chapters
based on this drabble
art cr: @zeilorene0 on x div cr: @/tsumiinum
chapter index
manchild ꕤ sugar talking ꕤ go go juice
taste ꕤ juno ꕤ don't smile
read your mind ꕤ already over ꕤ nonsense
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a/n: do i have like twenty other series to finish? yes. can i stop myself from starting new ones? no. apologies in advance :3 you guys just get what i have fun writing
-older!bf geto who asks for your permission almost all the time during sex. “honey” his breath hot on your lips as he parts your legs, his fingers gliding across your underwear, slowly circling your clothed and soaked clit. “can I touch you here? is that okay? hm?”
-older!bf geto who keeps a picture of you in his wallet so whenever he’s away and missing you he has something to look at. Also if he gets totally drunk/can be sober, he’ll whip out the picture and just ramble on about you.
-older!bf geto who listens to all of your interests and what you like. Though he’s a bit on the older side and has no clue what you’re talking about he’ll be supportive and help you collect anything that has to do with your interests.
-older!bf geto who praises you any chance he gets. “that’s my good girl.” “you’re such a smart girl.” “my perfect, perfect baby.” “I’m so proud of you.” “you did a good job, honey.”
-older!bf geto who over caters to you so much. “did you eat today?” and if you say no he’ll have you sit in the kitchen whilst he fixes you up something. If you’re sick he’ll drop everything to be with you and help you heal. If you’re off in public he’ll tell everyone you two have to go and then he’ll run you a warm hot bath and sit in it with you, your back against his chest.
-older!bf geto who’s very overprotective over you. it may come from a deep sense of insecurity whenever he sees you chatting it up with someone your age. it takes you awhile to reassure him.
-older!bf geto who spoils you rotten that you got used to not hearing the word ‘no’.
-older!bf geto who despises your sleep schedule, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see you doomscrolling and force you to put the phone down.
-older!bf geto who uses his tie from his suit to bind your wrists together and fuck you relentlessly whilst whispering in your ear how good you’re taking him.
-older!bf geto who handles arguments with ease, you’ll be the brat and he’ll let you have your brat moment before he bends you over his lap and spanks you until he decides to stop making you count.
#needthatseniorcitzen!! oh em gee I wrote this bc of the song “my moon my man” wait that song turns me on actually it’s so fucking good😩.
having thoughts about (bigd)bf!toji measuring how far he would reach inside u. . . cws. smut, pwp.
one thing toji loves to do before fucking your brains out is to ask you ‘where you want him’. and each time without fail, your fingers wrap around his wrist and guide his large, callused and manly hand to your lower tummy.
“mhmm—atta girl,” toji coos and his dick throbs, the bulge painfully obvious through his black boxers. it nearly drives him to the edge as his fingers trail up and down your stomach.
his signature smirk tugs at the scarred corner of his lip. “where’ddya think i’ll reach this time?” toji asks.
he’s so nasty with it, in a good way. his tongue darts out to wet his lips as the pad of his index finger prods at the skin near your belly button.
“here?” toji hums thoughtfully, knowing this was making you drip onto the sheets below.
he knows he’s big—he knows he can rearrange your insides properly and make you cockdrunk without even sticking his dick in your needy cunt, and he thrives off the fact.
“or maybe up here if i put y’r sweet little ass in a mating press,” toji teases while his index finger slides a centimetre upwards. his dirty words are making you moan and buck your hips; a sign of your rising desperation.
he palms his cock through his boxers for a couple times before hastily tugging at the waistband.
“keheh, guess there’s only one way to find out, doll.”
your needoh pops ─ so you use gojo's balls as your new fidget
one hand was fisted in your hair as the other was aggressively squeezing at the toy. your professor had the nerve to mark points off because of single mistake. “this is such bullshit.” you hissed to yourself, staring at the screen. there in bold black letters read ‘unclear understanding of light years. please revise before 06/02.’
your boyfriend walked into the kitchen where you were, hunched over on the island. he sucked in his cheeks as he opened the fridge, looking over at a very distressed you.
“everything alright, sweet cheeks?” his eyes fell down to your needoh, the thing that has been enduring your stress for the past semester. he wasn’t complaining. it’s better for in an inmate object to take all your anger instead of him. right?
“no!” you groaned, dragging your free hand down your face. “my professor is being a total dick! i accidentally wrote down that light years are the unit of time instead of distance and he took off twenty fricking points!”
your freshly manicured nails dug into the dough, poking at it. “i hate him, babe!”
“i can imagine.” satoru grabbed a soda can from the fridge before closing it with a swing of his hip. “you’re gonna pop that shit.” he pointed over to your abused stress toy.
just as you were about to snap at him, the unthinkable happened.
the needoh popped.
you watched in horror as the gel oozed out from several areas where your nails previously were. satoru’s cheeks puffed up in order to prevent himself from laughing at your reaction.
you shot a glare at him.
“what did you expect? your nails were stabbing it!” he cackled, setting down the drink. “dont tell me you’re actually upset.”
“i am!” you shout. “that thing was what was keeping me together!”
satoru placed his hand on his chest in offense. “what about me?” his pretty pink lips formed into a frown. “what about you?” you mumbled, carefully touching the sticky substance of what used to be your needoh in utter sadness.
“i’m keeping you together, aren’t i?”
“yeah, but you’re no-“ you paused. what else was smoothly textured and could be squeezed? your boyfriends balls.
“oh my fuck- be gentle!” satoru’s hands gripped onto the bedsheets next to him as yours squeezed each ball. “you offered to be my new stress reliever.”
“i meant like regular sex! not whatever this is!” his hips gave involuntary thrusts, cock twitching in hopes of getting the same attention his testis were. “i said be gentle..!” he yelps.
your computer was on your lap, typing the rephrased sentence that was incorrect. your hand never slowed that the ‘massage’, taking notice of how overstimulated your boyfriend looked next to you.
his face was red, sweat forming at his forehead. his neglected cock got wrapped around his hand. “shit.” a string of curses spilled from his lips, jerking himself off at the same pace your hand was going.
eventually, the pressure was too much for him to handle. his body jerks in desperation. he never would’ve thought he’d have an orgasm over getting his balls fondled with but hey, there’s a first time for everything.
ropes of cum land on his stomach, dick still not softening. he threw his head back, gasping when you didn’t stop. “babyyyy.”
you had finished your revision a few minutes ago, actually. but you took pleasure in watching him act this way. your fingers gathered up some of the liquid on his stomach, spreading it down onto his balls like lotion. “i’m almost done toru, just keep being a good toy for me.”
I JUST MADE SOME BS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ can y'all tell I heart gojo's balls.
fwb!frat!jo & fwb!frat!geto wanna see their princess even when she's sick ! fluff. cursing. mentions of fucking. pregnancy joke. use of petnames (princess, angel, baby) idk why i feel like i saw something like this somewhere— if i accidentally used an idea or smth pls genuinely let me know i'm paranoid and i read too much so i might have forgotten.
Hello! Could you do one about bully gojo edging reader? Like he'll say "you won't cum until I kiss you" and he keep teasing her, leaning down and puckering just to ease back and laugh at her. He could even squeeze her face together and tell her to give him a kiss but she's been edged for so long she can't even lean back. Eventually he stops teasing her and kisses her, allowing her to finish
cw: edging, teasing gojo :(
bully!gojo edging you
"please, satoru, it hurts."
"oh stop being dramatic, you just wanna cum, silly girl. don't act all pure. "
gojo laughs from where he towers above you. he has you between his legs with your chest to his back and your arms tied around his neck. he'd kept you here for at least an hour now, holding a vibrator firmly to your clit through your underwear, only to take it away when you needed it most.
"tell you what, you can cum when i kiss you, okay?"
"o-okay." you say, voice whiny and shaky. with gojo's legs keeping yours apart, there was no way to escape the pleasure he inflicted on you. surely by now he'd have to be tired of this?
he presses the vibrator to your clit again and you immediately tense against him, body squirming with desperate need. your hips buck a little and you shut your eyes, praying for that orgasm.
gojo readjust you slightly so he can turn your chin towards him. he leans in to kiss you, but suddenly stops an inch short. he chuckles soflty when you whine.
"you are just too cute. no way you thought i'd let you cum that quickly."
he suddenly pulls the vibrator away and you groan, but he doesn't let you look away from him. his wide blue eyes watch every expression on your face, admiring the pout you wear and how the slightest bit of tears now accompanies your waterline.
"don't worry, i'll let you cum soon." he says, pushing the vibrator against your clit again. you whimper and squirm again, unable to help yourself. gojo watches you carefully, licking his lips as he waits for the right moment.
"i wonder, would you rather this or too many orgasms?"
"no, no satoru, no more t-teasing." you plead.
"hah, i'll take that as one nice, body trembling orgasm." he leans in again and you wriggle to meet his lips, only for him to pull away and laugh. he takes the vibrator off as well and you actually let out a cry.
"pathetic! seriously, you're making this too easy." he laughs as you try to console yourself, try to prevent the tears from falling but you just can't. all you wanna do is cum, and he's refused to give it to you. you lean your head against his chest again, closing your eyes and curling your body in as much as you can. gojo sighs softly at your state and whispers in your ear, applying the vibrator again.
"if you can kiss me, i'll let you cum, okay baby? no more games." he claims. you whine in response, knowing he's just going to laugh at you again. you can't hold back the way the vibrations bring you closer to the edge again and you whimper, sniffling softly.
gojo looks down at your ruined state and gently grabs your chin, before finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
"cum baby, you're allowed to. don't worry, i won't take it away this time."
you whine in response and pant, but he doesn't take it away. instead, he holds it firmly to your clit as your hips bucks and squirm and your breaths grow more into desperate moans. you pant as finally, he lets you cum. your legs shake as he follows you through it, only pulling away once you're satisfied.
gojo kisses the back of your head and squishes your cheeks gently. he leans in to whisper in your ear.
"i'm sorry baby, i just have too much fun. do you wanna do me next?"
cw: explicit, toji won’t shut up when he eats you out.
Toji’s heavy body is already settled between your spread thighs, “You were sayin’ somethin’ about that asshole at your job. What’d he do this time?”
He doesn’t wait for a full answer before he latches his lips around your clit and sucks gently. You feel him smirk when your hips twitch.
You try to continue the story, voice already shaky, but he pulls back just enough to blow a raspberry right against your slick skin, laughing when you yelp.
“Oi, focus,” he teases, even though he’s the one distracting you. “Shiu told me some shit today—don’t repeat it or I’ll have to kill ya.” Another lazy lick, slower this time, circling your entrance before pushing inside. “But the guy’s an idiot. Anyway… what happened with your boss?”
You’re trying to tell him about your day, but it comes out in broken whimpers and gasps. Toji doesn’t care. He just keeps going using long, indulgent licks mixed with random questions. “So you told him off? Good girl.” Lick. “What’d he say back?” Suck. “Mmm… tastes even better when you’re pissed off, y’know that?”
He laughs when you whimper instead of answering. His phone is still in one hand, screen glowing faintly, but he’s barely glancing at it now. The other hand stays anchored on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles.
“Shiu was bitchin’ about some curse user again,” he says conversationally, like he’s not tongue-deep in you. Another lazy lick, this one circling your clit with just the tip before he sucks it gently between his lips. “Told me not to say shit, but fuck it. Guy’s an idiot anyway. So I fucking killed him for some money a guy offered me on the side.”
You’re already soaked, thighs trembling around his broad shoulders. He shifts, getting more comfortable, face fully buried now. Both hands slide under your ass, lifting you just enough to angle you perfectly against his mouth.
Every time you get close he pulls back just enough to kiss your folds, murmuring some mocking shit like, “Easy, baby. I’m just restin’ here.” as he dives back in, tongue fucking into you slow and deep while his nose grinds against your clit. Your story long forgotten as your free hand fists his dark hair.
Toji groans into your pussy when you start grinding against his face, “That’s it. Use my mouth, baby. Fuck…you’re drippin’ down my chin already. Too much?” he asks, voice muffled and smug, his lips shiny with you. He presses a wet kiss right on your swollen clit. “Too bad. I’m comfortable.” as he goes right back to it.
The stubble on his jaw scrapes your thighs as he eats you out properly now, tongue fucking into you.
Your whole body starts to shake, breath coming in desperate gasps. He pulls back just enough to growl against your soaked folds, voice rough and low. “Fuck, you’re clenchin’ around my tongue already. C’mon keep talkin’, baby. So, what’d that prick say when you told him off?”
You can barely choke out a broken sentence, hips rolling desperately against his face. Toji laughs as sucks hard on your clit, alternating with long, hungry licks that have you about to cum. “Shit—Toji—fuck—” is all you manage before it melts into a whimper as two thick fingers sliding back into you.
Your hand fists tighter in his dark hair, thighs locking around his head as he groans into your pussy like he’s the one getting off on this, hips lazily grinding his hard cock against the mattress for some relief.
“C’mon, princess. Give it to me,” he growls, fingers pumping faster, curling harder. “Wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”
Your orgasm makes you twitch and whimper, thighs locking hard, as you hump his face wet slick gushing from your cunt.
Only when you start weakly pushing at his head does he finally ease off, “Fuck, you taste good when you cum,” he rumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it clean. “So, you were saying, baby?”
Sometimes toji has to remind you to breathe ! /porn w/o plot; afab reader !
A/n: repost would be appreciated!! This is my first smut EVER!! Tips would be appreciated!
"Fuck... there she is," he drawled.
Toji had you in a meean mating press. Your legs hung over his broad shoulders as he rutted into you like a rabid dog. Your cervix being hit by his mushroom tip.
his hands gripping your waist, fingers curled into the soft flesh of your hips. His eyes half lidded as he stared down towards you. Your dark hair fanned out across the sheets. Cunt squeezing around his cock like a vice. A creamy ring of white around the base, as the squelching noise only got louder.
face buried into the pillow, as your chest stopped rising like he’d noticed. Your breath caught up in your lungs. Your hands curling into the sheets. Toes curling.
“m’breathe baby . . .”
his gruff voice broke the silence. soft plaps filling the room. His hands loosened around your waist as a sharp exhale left your lips, soft moans pouring out from you. Cunt squashing from the previous orgasms he’d coaxed out of you. your body covered in a sheen of sweat as you breathed heavily into the pillow.
“there you are . . .”
He murmured at you. His eyes filled with devotion and hunger. His tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Your moan mixed with both pleasure and pain.
“eurgh . . S’too m-much !”
your voice rang out, a small huff of a laugh left his lips as he quickened his pace. Tearing out more moans from you. hot tears spilled down your cheeks, before ..
“ .. m’close !” you whined out, “m’c-cumming !”
your cunt squeezing around his cock.
“jus’ like that baby ..” his voice murmured in your ear. “ffuckk , pussy squeezing me so damn tight ..”
his thrusts coming lazy. a groan ripping through him as his hips stuttered, as his cock jumped inside of you. The feeling of his seed filling you full, feeling it leak out of you. A small huff left your lips as he collapsed on top of you.
his body weight suffocating you.
“get off me, fatty !”
“calm yer ass down, woman.”
okay this is my first smut thingy ever! obviously it’s not super good and it definitely needs work! I found these dividers off of Pinterest? I hope they’re okay to use !! Any tips would be appreciated!
i can never write any fanfics cus that shit would be absolutely FREAKED out and i would self-indulge in every single one and add all my kinks in there you guys would NOT enjoy it
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