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you ate all the icing?? ೃ༄* s.gojo
℘. synopsis: satoru can’t help his sweet tooth, so when he steals your icing, you force him to make up for it. (w/c: 1k)
℘. warnings: subby satoru, smut (hand job, overstim, cum eating).
℘. a/n: enjoy lol
Squirming feverishly beneath your unrelenting touch, he wailed, hips stuttering into your tight-knit grip around his slippery girth as you tried to force out yet another strained orgasm from his shuddering body.
"—ohmygod, ngh! I'm so dizzy..." Several snowy strands of Satoru's hair had fallen over his squinted eyes, to which you smoothed back with a tender hand—a stark contrast to the cruel jerking of the other. "S-sweets, please." A vivid pink had bloomed across his cheeks, his face flushed and burning.
"Please what, hm?" Cooing sarcastically, you pulled your face into an expression of feigned sympathy.
"Please stop, it's too much!" The dire look of desperateness in his pleading eyes almost made you.
You didn't ignore the jolt of excitement that rushed to your abdomen, but you definitely reserved it for later. Satoru has always been supremely confident outside of intimacy, but his facade voluntarily vanishes whenever you so much as mention being dominant.
He believes it's hot, hot that you have the potential to render him subby and useless when you put your mind to it.
"But you ate all the icing. I couldn't even ask you to stop, because you'd eaten it all before I could!"
Satoru whined, grasping onto the cushions beside him tighter as sweat sheened his porcelain face.
About ten minutes ago, numerous cupcakes sat in ordered rows, fresh from the oven. They chilled quietly on the rack, releasing the last of their warmth in gentle breaths of steam that wafted the aroma of vanilla and zest around the kitchen.
Judging that they had cooled down to a suitable temperature, you reached for the bowl of lemon icing you'd whipped up, only to feel an empty space.
"What?" You questioned out loud, trying to wrack your brain for any clue of where you might've misplaced it.
Satoru waltzed in, passing the marbled island with a boyish grin too happy to be just contentment, and a freakishly good replica of your bowl of icing in his arms. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I swear I put the bowl right here..." Your words died somewhere along your throat as your stare flicked between the mixing bowl and his face. The white substance glazing his lips confirmed your suspicions. "Is that my icing?"
"I found it laying around, thought it was going in the bin." The man shrugged, dipping in a finger.
"I left the kitchen for thirty seconds." You glared at him, hard, and his frame shrunk a little. "That was the last of the icing sugar, Satoru."
"...meaning?"
"Meaning, I have to go out and buy more. Who knows, by the time I come back you might've eaten all the cupcakes too!"
"Sooorryyy." He quickly placed the bowl down on the countertop, before moving closer to you—arms outstretched as if he thought he might be able to hug himself out of the situation. "I don't mind going to the shops on my own."
You paused whilst a thought crossed your mind.
"It's Sunday. The shops are closed now." You let him embrace you in a one-sided hug, body stiff as you kept your arms by your side.
"Are we going to have to eat plain cupcakes?" Satoru sulked, burying his face into the curve of your neck like it wasn't a cause of his greediness. A subtle smirk curved your lip as a lightbulb flickered on above your head. "They aren’t plain and no, I have an idea.”
A strangled moan abruptly snapped you out of your thoughts.
You hadn't noticed that Satoru was overcoming his fourth high, until his eyes flitted shut—body violently twitching as he threw his head against the back of the sofa.
Quickly pulling your hand from his forehead, you reached behind you for one the unglazed cupcakes sat on the coffee table.
"—sweets, 'm coming!"
"I know 'Toru, make this a big one, yeah?"
You lowered the baked good near his cock, smiling when a short rope of cum feebly jumped from his swollen tip onto the golden dome of the cupcake. Satoru's muscles convulsed as aftershocks lurched through his nerves, pulling his form taut in multiple directions.
"Well, wasn't that a little disappointing." You sighed, shaking your head as you released your grip on his pulsing length letting it slap heavily against his abdomen. In reality, it wasn’t. It was actually impressive that something would still come out.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry." The man panted, bringing an arm over his eyes. He was hoping that you'd give him a break at some point. Hopefully now.
Ignoring him, you peeled back a part of the case before bringing it up to your mouth. Ever since you started your tortuous experiment, you'd been dying to try one. As you bit down, a tangy vanilla burst your tastebuds. Satoru's cum is and has always been sweet, maybe a bit zesty too, so you knew it wouldn't taste unappealing. If anything, it tasted like the tart, lemony cupcakes you'd been trying to make.
"Mmm, these are good." You muttered, taking another bite as the man pulled his arm off his face to look at you doubtfully.
"Are you being serious?"
Nodding your head, you watched him, eyes absorbing his current fucked-out state. "But, you're not allowed one yet. Not until I say so." With a pout, he lulled his head to the side—exhausted face hidden by messy white locks.
You tossed the wrapper onto the coffee table, counting how many more cupcakes there were left under your breath.
"So, can we—agh!" Satoru cut himself off with a choked wail as he felt your hand wrap around his semi-hardened cock once more. "H-hold on, no break?!"
"Oh come on 'Toru, I made a lot of icing.” You rolled your eyes, observing how his dick suddenly sprang back to life in your palm with a small smile. Even on the verge of passing out, he couldn’t help the way his body betrayed him. “How many cupcakes do you think are left?”
His brows pulled together. "Two..."
"Six.”
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drunk & honest boyfriend!sukuna
content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats
Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.
But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.
It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.
“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.
At the end of the day, he simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.
It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.
And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.
It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.
“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”
suguru geto takes care of his sweet girl when she's sick :(
the rain is absolute misery against the bedroom window, that matches exactly how your head feels. your throat is scratchy, your limbs feel like lead, and the fever has left you trapped in that horrible, shivering limbo where you’re simultaneously too hot and too cold. you’ve buried yourself under three different blankets, trying to shrink away from your misery.
you hear the front door click open and closed, followed by the soft, familiar thud of suguru’s boots being kicked off in the entryway. usually, he’d call out a quiet greeting, but the house stays entirely silent. he already knows you're sick; you had texted him a weak, barely coherent message hours ago before passing out.
the bedroom door creaks open, letting in a sliver of warm hallway light. suguru stands in the doorway, already wearing his comfortable sweatpants and a soft, worn-out black t-shirt. his long dark hair is pulled up into a loose, messy ponytail with a few stray strands framing his face. his expression instantly softens the second his eyes land on the pathetic bundle of blankets on the bed.
"oh, my poor girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping into that incredibly low, honey-sweet tone he only uses when it’s just the two of you.
he doesn't immediately climb into bed. instead, he pads softly over to the side of the mattress, kneeling down so he’s at eye level with you. he reaches out a hand, his long, elegant fingers brushing a few damp strands of hair away from your forehead. his palm is cool against your burning skin, and you instinctively lean into his touch, letting out a weak & pathetic sigh.
"you're burning up a bit, sweetheart," he says gently, his thumb tracing a comforting line over your cheekbone. "have you taken anything yet?"
you shake your head under the blanket, blinking heavily up at him.
"alright. stay right here. i'll be right back, okay?"
he disappears back down the hallway, and you can hear the distant, comforting sounds of him moving around the kitchen. the soft clink of a ceramic mug, the low rumble of the electric kettle, and the opening of the medicine cabinet. even though you feel terrible, the sheer routine of him taking care of you makes you feel a hundred times better.
when suguru returns, he’s carrying a small tray. on it is a glass of ice water, a steaming mug of honey-lemon tea, and two small pills. he sets it down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight.
"come here, let me help you up," he whispers. his large hands slide under your armpits, effortlessly lifting you up against the headboard so you can sit upright. you complain weakly about the cold air hitting your shoulders, but he just chuckles softly, pulling one of the thickest blankets up around your chin like a cocoon.
he holds the glass of water to your lips, letting you take a few small sips before handing you the medicine. once you’ve swallowed it, he guides the warm mug of tea into your hands, keeping his own hands wrapped around yours to keep them steady as you drink. the warm liquid instantly soothes the scratchiness in your throat.
"good job," he murmurs, taking the empty mug and setting it aside. "c'mere, sweet girl."
finally, suguru lifts the heavy blankets and slides onto the bed right beside you. he pulls you straight against his side, tucking your head securely into the dip where his neck meets his shoulder. one of his long arms wraps around your waist, pulling you so close that you can hear the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. his other hand goes straight to your head, his long fingers gently massaging your scalp in slow, repetitive motions that instantly start to dull the pounding headache behind your eyes.
"close your eyes," he whispers against your hair.
you twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, shivering slightly as another wave of fever-chills hits you. suguru notices immediately. he shifts, pulling the blankets all the way up over both of your shoulders and pressing his entire, warm body against your back to act as a human radiator.
"don't come any closer," you mumble, your voice thick and stuffed up as you try to pull the blanket higher over your face. "you're going to get sick if you kiss me."
suguru just lets out a soft, amused huff, completely ignoring your warning as he sits down on the edge of the bed. he reaches out, gently tugging the edge of the blanket down just enough to reveal your eyes and your flushed, pink nose.
"i don't care," he murmurs softly, a tender smile playing on his lips.
before you can protest again, he leans down and presses a warm, lingering kiss right to the center of your forehead, then another one to the tip of your nose. he lingers there for a second, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your watery eyes.
"if i get sick, then we can just stay in bed and look after each other," he whispers, sliding under the covers to pull you close against his chest. "now stop worrying and close your eyes, baby."
with suguru holding you like you're the most precious, fragile thing in the world, the misery of being sick starts to fade into the background. surrounded by his scent, his warmth, and the steady rhythm of his breathing, your eyelids grow impossibly heavy, and you finally drift off into a deep, healing sleep.
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, sukuna has bed head hair
sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.
and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.
after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.
he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.
a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.
“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.
and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.
some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.
finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.
your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.
but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.
“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.
but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.
“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.
and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.
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olderbf!toji takes care of you when you’re drunk ♡︎
the front door clicks open, the sound of clumsy footsteps making your older boyfriend’s ears prick up like a dog. he sits lazily on the couch, scar twitching as he takes in the sight of your drunken form.
“what time d’ya call this, doll? told you t’ be home by two," toji grumbles. he wasn’t angry, just worried — the thought of something bad happening to his sweet girl felt like a knife twisting in his heart.
"you waited up?" you say, padding over to him, almost tripping over your own feet before sitting on his lap comfortably. your cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded from the excessive amount of alcohol you’d consumed.
two large hands find your waist, holding you steady as you bury your face into his neck. “course i waited. always do. someone’s gotta keep ya’ pretty ass in line."
“m’sorry i was late,” you slur, kissing toji’s cheek, salt and pepper stubble bushing your skin. the thin straps of your dress fall from your shoulders as you cling to him like a koala, the potent scent of tequila radiating from you.
he hums lowly, kissing the top of your head before standing up abruptly, carrying you over to the bathroom like you weigh nothing. "cmon, kid."
you giggle drunkenly as he carries you, hiccuping quietly as toji sets you down on the surface next to the bathroom sink. “arms up, baby," he says, peeling your dress off you, forbidding his eyes from wandering.
he takes off your dress, then your heels, chucking them carelessly onto the bathroom floor. you lean against the mirror, eyes closed, mind foggy from a mix of alcohol and fatigue.
"m’cold," you mumble, sat there completely bare before him without a care in the world. "yeah, yeah, i know. gimme a second," toji responds, stripping off his shirt and helping you into it instead.
toji was somewhat glad your eyes were shut so you couldn’t see the faint smile on his face. he always found it so damn adorable how his shirts fit you like a loose dress, stopping a couple inches above your knees.
he places two hands on your thighs, pushing his shirt up a little, then hooks his fingers under the sides of your panties. "want these off?" he asks, for once, completely innocently — your comfort being his only thought.
you nod feebly, lifting your hips just enough for him to take slide them off you.
then, he grabs a nearby glass, filling it with cold water and bringing it to your lips. "drink."
with a weak whine, you oblige, gulping down a few sips of water before pulling away, ready to have your secretly soft, big brute of of boyfriend carry you to bed.
“atta girl," he praises, setting the glass aside, then taking you back into his arms, carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom.
you melt against his chest, body limp in his arms. when toji reaches the bedroom, he lays you down on your side, slipping in beside beside you. he hauls your back against his chest, softly, draping an arm around your waist.
“get some sleep, princess," he says, kissing the side of your cheek.
"mm, loveyou," you murmur, drifting to sleep, safe and spent in toji’s strong arms.
"love you," he responds, still wide awake and watching over you, listening to the steady beat of your heart.
A/N; HE HOLDS ME IN HIS BIG ARMS DRUNK AND I AM SEEING STARS THIS IS ALL I THINK OF !!!!
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⋆˚꩜。 bf!geto x reader ⋮ SFW, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, angst & fluff, universe not specified, sugu being the sweetest and most comforting boyfriend in the whole world, reader is going through it
a/n: this is a requested drabble for the prompt “reacting to the other one crying about something” for @kittykatanimelove23 <3 hope you enjoy! 🫶🏽 fanart © dekazeze, divider © angeliicide.
Had your visibly red-ringed eyes not been overcome by the glossy gossamer of tears, you would have thought that Suguru had just walked in on you kicking a dog with how swiftly his peaceful countenance is swallowed by one of pained concern upon finding you on the verge of a full-scale emotional collapse in the living room.
(The kicked dog being Suguru, because your pain is forever his to bear, too, no matter how fiercely you fight to keep it to yourself and away from his already burden-laden shoulders.)
You look up from your tear-dotted hands to see Suguru standing in the entryway, palm hanging frozen on the door handle. His luscious hair is done in two, half of its bulk twisted up in a bun, the rest of it running a midnight river down his spine, an unzipped black jacket fitted over his deep green turtleneck.
He looks like he could be chosen for the role of a Bridgerton prince if a casting director happened to walk past the still-open door right this instant. Meanwhile, you’re a miserable, sad sack of blubbering shit on the couch.
Great. Now you just feel worse.
“Hey. Welcome home,” you try for casual levity, but the weak little shame-laced laugh you let loose is ruthlessly hollowed by the wet sob that cleaves your giggle. Much to your dismay, a snot bubble blows out of your nose alongside it, and you drag your forearm beneath your nostrils to clear it. You pray that your whole body liquefies into the couch and that you can disappear from this earth.
“What's the matter, angel? You can tell me," Suguru says earnestly, pitching his voice all sweet and soft and achey, his last few words melting into a lilting whiny coo of sorts.
Of course, he gracefully fox-walks around your deflection— his overly caring self makes you all fuzzy, even if it can be somewhat annoying when he doesn’t have mercy on you and blocks you from crawling away with your tail tucked between your legs. You wouldn't be surprised if Suguru has a map of your brain and keeps it lovingly folded in his pocket for his fingers to reexplore when your terrain begins to wash away beneath the sorrowful flood of your emotions.
eargasms — s.gojo
satoru was not a virgin far from it.
he has had many experiences since he turned 18 and he’s now in his late twenties. safe to say he knew every kink, tried all types of weird shit and was a masterful makeout partner. (if he said so himself!)
but here you are perched up nicely, straddling his lap, your hands pulling desperately at the little hairs that gained length from his overgrown undercut.
his large hands palming your ass as you grinded down on him slowly, your mouth moving in sync with his, your faces twisting constantly and your tongue fighting for dominance so hard you smeared a bit of drool on the side of his mouth.
well not like he cared.
he was used to this, used to your rough bites, soft whimpers and tough grip as his mouth worked on you.
so when you trailed off from his lips, your light kisses going down his jaw, turning to bites in between on his neck. he didn’t think much of it, baring the long column to you with a huff like feeding a vampire its next meal.
his hands never stopping their flexing on your thighs, your ass anywhere he could reach as you huffed and sucked on him possessively.
his cock strained hard against his shorts, waiting to get ruined as he nudged you over and over again, getting lost on the sauce even didn’t notice that your kisses started trailing back up again.
until he felt it.
the soft tug of your teeth at the bottom of his earlobe before you pressed a chaste kiss on the spot. mouthing up the column of his now reddening ear, pulling his helix before you pulled back just enough to trace the outside of his ear with your tongue.
you followed the shape, your teeth coming out and grazing on his shell just as you licked the slight dip at the inside feeling him clutch at your body and fucking shiver.
he knew he was done for when he felt your hands repeatedly push his face away as it drifted towards your own and he couldn’t slow down his heaving chest or the soft pants that escaped.
now here he was ear wet, hot and pulsing, it didn’t make it much better he could hear your soft pleasurable sighs before your hands came up and you whimpered almost pathetically in between your mouthing as you left one last lick on his ear before you moved back to his jaw, “mm…satoru.”
he couldn’t even tell you what happened next, your mouth finding his own as he let out the most desperate moan he’s ever heard from himself before you pulled away from him with a pop.
“you just came untouched?”
after that fucking kiss of course he did.
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** check if their ears are clean b4 doing this btw
“Say my name again baby, I love when you sound pathetic.”
♥ pairing: Toji Fushiguro x female reader
♥ summary: “Toji chokes you with his bicep and fingers you in front of the mirror”
♥ warnings: smuty 18+ blurb zero plot, fingering, praise kink, use of daddy, sucking cum fingers, choking, slight begging, names - baby, pretty girl, good girl
♥ wc: 695
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Satoru Gojo x Anxiety! Reader Headcanons
Gojo realizes pretty quickly that your mind never actually rests. Even during calm moments, you’re overthinking, your tone, your wording, whether people secretly dislike you, whether you’re “too much.” He starts noticing the tiny signs before you even say anything.
At first, his teasing accidentally overwhelms you sometimes. Gojo jokes constantly by nature, and there are moments where you genuinely can’t tell if he’s serious. The second he realizes that certain jokes make you spiral, though, he adjusts immediately. Not because he stops being playful, he just becomes gentler with you.
He’s surprisingly grounding during panic attacks. Gojo isn’t the best at formal comfort speeches, but he’s very good at presence. Sitting beside you. Talking softly. Letting you hold onto his sleeve or hand. Guiding your breathing without making you feel embarrassed.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Stay here with me.”
He absolutely notices physical anxiety habits, picking at your nails, bouncing your leg, checking your phone repeatedly, apologizing constantly, going quiet in crowded spaces. Sometimes he’ll wordlessly hook your fingers with his just to stop you from spiraling.
Gojo is extremely protective in social situations once he realizes how easily people drain you. If he notices you getting overwhelmed, he’ll casually pull attention away from you without making it obvious.
“Anyway, enough about them. Let’s talk about how amazing I am.”
He reassures you in ways that feel casual instead of intense. If you nervously ask.
“Are you mad at me?”
He’ll blink at you like you just asked something ridiculous.
“Baby, I asked if you wanted fries. Where did you even get that from?”
He becomes very intentional about communication. Because Gojo disappears on missions often, he learns quickly that silence can make your anxiety spiral. So he sends quick updates whenever he can:
“mission done”
“still alive”
“buying snacks”
“miss u”
Tiny messages that calm your brain more than he realizes. Gojo hates seeing you blame yourself for everything. Especially when you apologize for existing needs.
“You know normal people ask for reassurance too, right?”
Crowded places become a balancing act in your relationship. Sometimes he drags you into chaotic outings because he genuinely wants to share things with you. Other times, he immediately notices when you’re nearing sensory overload and quietly pulls you somewhere calmer. Rooftops become your safe place together.
Gojo is the type to physically anchor you during stressful moments. Hand on your back. Thumb rubbing your knuckles. Pulling you gently against his side. He knows physical reassurance helps keep you present.
Your anxiety occasionally makes you overanalyze him, which honestly confuses Gojo at first.
“You took thirty minutes to reply.”
“I was fighting a curse.”
“Oh.”
“Did… did you think I died?”
“Maybe.”
Once he understands your anxiety better, he starts anticipating your worries before they fully spiral. If he’s late, he explains why immediately. If plans change suddenly, he warns you beforehand. If he notices you withdrawing, he checks in quietly instead of forcing conversation.
Gojo secretly loves being the person who calms you down. Not because he enjoys your anxiety, but because he knows trusting someone enough to lean on them is difficult for you.
During sleepless nights, he keeps you company without complaint. Sometimes you’ll find him sprawled beside you at 4 AM rambling about nonsense while you stare at the ceiling trying to slow your thoughts. Weirdly enough, his voice helps.
He never makes you feel “weak” for struggling. Gojo knows what it feels like to carry pressure constantly while pretending you’re okay. So when your anxiety becomes overwhelming, he doesn’t look at you with disappointment. Just softness.
If someone mocks your anxiety or calls you dramatic? Immediate death glare. Gojo can tolerate disrespect toward himself. Toward you? Absolutely not.
Loving Gojo with anxiety means slowly learning that reassurance does not always disappear. That someone can leave for work and still come back. That silence is not always rejection. That love can feel safe instead of unpredictable and little by little, Gojo becomes the person your nervous system starts recognizing as home.
𝜗𝜚 “hey, Megumi, have you ever fucked Yuji?”
more like this | satosugu ver
You really didn’t mean to ask! It was supposed to be more of a joke than anything else, just a laughable throwaway comment made to your boyfriend as you reached for your mug while hugging him cosily on the couch.
There’s two men kissing on your tv, something to do with the romance film you’re supposed to be paying attention to (since you picked, it against Megumi’s will) but the scene makes you giggle. “Heyyy, I bet you’ve made out with Yuji before, haven’t you?”
Your honest expectation was for Megumi to groan at your antics and vehemently deny that, no, he doesn't have a secret one-sided romance in the form of Yuji Itadori- except, he doesn’t. He straightens up against you in the way he only does when he’s trying to hide something, and you blink widely. And, oddly enough, the thought of Megumi making out with his best friend... doesn’t make you jealous at all.
You grab his hand eagerly. “Don’t be embarrassed. But, uh… would you do it again? Make out with Yuji for me?”
He groans. “You’re being really perverted right now.” But he doesn’t say no.
What Megumi also didn’t say is that him and Yuji did a lot more than just make out. Although, that was enough to make you salivate excitedly, Yuji's hands threading protectively into Megumi's dark hair as your boyfriend's tongue meshed against Yuji's mouth, cheek, ears, neck- and then it'd spiralled, Yuji dragging Megumi to straddle his lap against the headboard.
They did a lot more than just grind on each other over their boxers- which they gladly showed you, Yuji’s broad hands rocking Megumi’s narrow hips along- but, apparently, they also fucked. Properly, with spit and sweat and clashing hips.
And, apparently, your boyfriend bottomed.
𝜗𝜚 “hey, Satoru, have you ever fucked Suguru?”
more like this | itafushi ver
You’re not… a pervert, exactly. Sure, you’ve imagined your boyfriend being stuffed from behind by his (equally sexy) best friend, but it’s not like you’d ever act on it! Well, that is until Gojo shows up gleefully at your shared apartment with a few new types of alcohol ‘to try’ and your mouth speaks before you can think about it.
“Toru, did you ever fuck Suguru in university?”
Gojo freezes, glass halfway to his pretty mouth. Initially, you’re mortified and think he’s probably considering breaking up with you right there- instead, the flush dusting across his cheeks tells you the answer to your question.
“Hm.” You smile knowingly, slow and coy, then cross your legs over each other. “Would… would you do it again?”
That’s how, a week later, you find yourself perched cosily in the chair that sits in the corner of your bedroom as you watch your usually strong, cocky boyfriend get reduced to a babbling mess on his best friend’s cock.
special treatment𑁤
Suguru loves giving her sweet assistant special treatment! Be it wearing mini skirts barely brushing her ass or fucking her on a CEO's desk after a long, tiring day!
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˖𑁤 ݁˖ pairing: Ceo fem!Suguru x Assistant!Reader
˖𑁤 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ :: wlw :: office romance :: age gap (reader in early 20s, Suguru in early 30s) :: mentions of femjo (ofc, my wifey) :: mature women :: dominant Suguru :: reader is such a minx :: flirting :: fluff :: smut :: oral sex :: use of strap-on :: reader calls her mommy :: tit sucking :: office sex :: 2.2k words ꒱
˖𑁤 ݁˖ notes: Oh, fem boss Suguru, the things I would do for you...
divider by @uzmacchiato art by @/sugurusboobs on X
Everyone in the office knew your CEO was hot. Dominant, sharp-tongued, always spreading an air around herself that squeezed the throats of her workers.
Some believe that having a female boss is much better than having a male one, but Suguru proved them wrong every day. The most successful woman in Japan, leading the fashion industry with her brilliant projects that reached global markets, the "ruthless matriarch" as some liked to call her.
And whenever she entered the office, the atmosphere always seemed to shift slightly. Her employees looked up at her tall figure as she hurried down the corridors. Black, silky hair brushed her waist, a tight shirt clung to her heavy breasts, and hips swayed in gentle waves beneath the tight-fitting trousers. She was tall, yet there was never a day she didn't wear heels, always looming like a ghastly figure over the male employees.
Having neither a husband nor children, she stayed in the office day and night, working her ass off just to keep the number-one spot in global markets. Her Forbes Under 30, Best Fashion Designer Award, and Top Ten Richest Women in the world.
Some might say she was a pretty good boss. Kind and polite, though slightly cold in demeanour. Staying overtime wasn't that bad when she paid her employees three times the hourly rate and ensured they all worked efficiently.
Everyone knew that as long as she didn't pay much attention to you, life was good. Great, even. Everyone truly wanted to keep minimal contact with their boss, who reminded them of a praying mantis rather than a woman.
No one wished to look into her squinted, almond-shaped eyes and be drawn into the heaviness of her lavender gaze. No one wished to land in her office, only to receive the harsh scolding that pushed tears into her employees' eyes.
No one, and truly no one, knew... how you did that.
suguru teaching satoru how to eat pussy on his gf <3 satoru x reader x suguru
"stop being so nervous sweet girl, it's just satoru." the soothing voice of suguru does not match the situation at all — your legs being held open by your boyfriend who was sitting behind you, with satoru on his knees right in between them.
despite being so anxious, the patch of wetness on your panties was visible to both of them — even more by satoru who was currently fighting demons to not just rip of the lacy material and devour the sight in front of him.
you don't even know if you agreed because of suguru, who was trying his best to convince you, or if you really just wanted to see his best friend eat you out. either way, there's no reason to complain with how satoru looks like he's in pain from holding back.
"c'mon open your legs wider, sweetheart. let him see you, we wanted to teach him, remember?" he's tugging your panties down with one hand, the other pushing your legs apart softly, encouranging you to expose yourself.
deciding to take matters in his own hand due to his impatience, satoru practically rips down your panties, leaving your wet cunt on display — his face so close you could feel his hot breath.
"you going to teach me, sugu?" it's the first time he looks up, probably remembering he doesn't actually know how to do this, despite sounding like more than ready to learn. suguru chuckles at his eagerness, his hands set on the back of your thighs, massaging the flesh gently, in an attempt to calm your nerves.
"patience, satoru. she likes it slow — put your hands on her thighs and leave some kisses." he doesn't need to tell him twice — his grip on your legs rougher than suguru's. he starts placing wet kisses on the inner part of your thighs, the contact making you gasp softly, your back pushing against your boyfriend's chest.
it's not the same as when suguru does it but either way it feels right — his kisses coming closer and closer to your embarassingly wet pussy. "you're doing good, i can tell she likes it. start coming closer but don't be harsh." satoru doesn't respond, but by the way he's moving closer you knew he heard him perfectly.
suguru's hand starts to move to your bra, pushing the straps down, making room for him to grope your tits. it's pathethic really — but the simultaneous stimulation is turning you on more than it should, your hips bucking up in a poor attempt to make contact with satoru's mouth. "poor girl can't wait? don't worry, satoru will help you, won't you satoru?"
"hmm?" it sounds like said satoru is busy staring at your puffy pussy lips, his fingers starting to carefully move up and down, collecting the wetness only to spread it all over again. the sudden feeling makes you whimper — you could practically see suguru's smile. "shit, you hid this from me all this time, sugu?"
satoru sounds genuinly offended his best friend would hide something so pretty from him for so long. "you never asked, though i'm sure my girl thought about it before, didn't you?" he pinches your nipple teasingly, making your back arch against him. "n—no..." your voice falters, suddenly not sounding so confident, hearing both of them laugh quietly like they didn't believe you at all.
"no need to lie, sweetheart. after all, i'm sure satoru thought about it quite often. can't say i haven't." with the hand he used to hoist your leg up, he nudges satoru's head, until his lips touch your clit, a surprised moan escaping you almost immediatly.
satoru groans against your pussy, satisfied he finally got what he wanted. he's not half bad for never having done this before — his tongue moving greedily to suck and lick at your folds. actually, that was a total lie — he's eating it like he's done this a hundred times before, moving from licking at your hole, to sucking on your clit until your writhing and moaning, suguru holding you down.
"use your fingers while sucking on her clit, it makes her cry like crazy." suguru's instructions don't fall deaf to satoru his mouth moving back on your clit, fingers teasing your hole before plunging in one.
your eyes roll back, the stimulation everywhere at once being too much and yet not enough at the same time. suguru puts his hand on your chin, forcing you to look down at the white haired boy currently feasting on your pussy like it's his last meal. "look at him while he's licking your cunt, sweet girl. doesn't he look pretty?"
your eyes sweep over only to see satoru already looking at you through his lashes, his finger pumping in and out of your hole. "y—yeah so pretty..." the intense eye contact is somehow making you more shy than him literally eating you out, your head moving against suguru's chest, turning to the side.
suguru chuckles — brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face, pressing your face closer to his chest. "you're being so good for him, i'm so proud of you." it would be a lie if he said he doesn't love it when you get shy during any type of sexual intimacy, his hard cock being pressed against your backside.
it doesn't take you much to get close — maybe it's the humilation of being shared by two men, maybe it's the way satoru doesn't even stop to take a breath, but either way, time barely passed and you're already instinctivly pushing your hips to grind against satoru's mouth.
satoru makes a sound that sounds like a half-groan half-moan, the vibrations going straight against your cunt. he buries himself deeper, adding a second finger to move inside of you, curling just right. "you going to cum for us, sweetheart?" suguru's hand moved back to grope your chest, massaging the bud between his fingers.
"w—wait i'm g—gonna cum sugu—toru..!"your only response is a cry that turns into a gasp when satoru starts sucking your clit. he moans when he feels your cunt clench around his fingers repeatly. suguru uses his free hand to push satoru's head deeper into your folds, making sure he stays there until you're cumming right on his mouth.
the moment you cum, your whole body twitches, trying to move away from the pleasure, if suguru wouldn't hold you in place."that's it sweetheart, just like that." a second later satoru feels you cum around his fingers, his mouth staying on your clit until your body relaxes against him.
only then does he take his mouth and fingers off — his eyes staying glued to his wet fingers like he himself can't believe it was his doing. he looks up, not without putting his fingers into his mouth to suck off the liquid on his hand until it's clean.
your body is limp against suguru's, trying to catch your breath, while satoru looks like he's about to go in again. "looks like you aren't half as bad, satoru." suguru teases, his hands caressing you faintly, while placing soft kisses on your naked shoulder and neck.
"want her to suck you off now?" it was supposed to be a somehow sacrcastic question, but the glint in his eyes makes it look like he wouldn't be against it.
"only if you get on your knees too."
a/n: i don't know if to put this in my suguru or satoru masterlist...
Mommy!Sugu forcing a vibrater on readers clit even when she’s overstimulated and crying (◞‸◟;)
Mdni, nsfw, squirting, fem reader.
Suguru is being sooo gentle (at least by his standards).. the soft vibrator circling your wet bundle of nerves..>__<
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𝐜.𝐰 ᡴꪫ 𓂃 + 𝟏𝟖 ⸝ morning sex :: oral f!receiving :: consensual somno :: established relationship :: sugu’s a gentle lover !!
the room is hazy with early light, windows slightly fogged by the heat in the room as you sleepily lie half-conscious on the king-sized bed. still pretty much in the arms of morpheus when you feel it—that familiar smoothness of your boyfriend’s movements. the slow, warm drag of his tongue between your folds, gently spreading you apart with his pinkish muscle.
suguru’s long black hair is completely loose, spilling like ink over your thighs as he settles between them. one strong arm hooked under your knee to keep you open for him, while the other caresses softly the skin of your hip bone.
he’s always so gentle in the mornings, almost reverent, but the way he licks into you doesn’t quite match the innocence of those words. he gives thick, broad strokes that end with a sweet suck to your clit, starting from your dripping hole all the way up to your swollen bud, savoring the sweet, musky taste of your arousal.
if you were being honest, it looked more like a make out session with your lower lips rather than a loving oral.
but who were you to complain?
a sleepy little whimper slips from your lips the moment his mouth wraps hotly around your nub, tugging it lightly with his teeth just to roll it on his tongue after. he hums appreciatively at your sweetness, adding a little more of pressure in his ministrations just to keep you squirming in his arms.
“shh, baby. let me take care of you,” he murmurs, voice still raspy but filled with desire for you. his free hand slides up your body and under your shirt, cupping one of your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple until it pebbles under his touch.
he looks so unfairly pretty like this—cheeks faintly flushed, dark eyes half-lidded as they lock with yours, lips swollen and wet with your juices, tongue buried deep, deep, deep in your cunt.
“ahh—! f-fuck… baby, you’re s-so deep—mhmm” your fingers thread through his silky hair, gripping and tugging softly the shiny strands, and he groans in approval.
he pushes deeper inside you, going in and out, in and out over and over again, grinding his nose against your clit as you whine and whimper from the overwhelming pleasure.
your thighs tremble around his head, signaling your upcoming release, and in response he holds you open wiiiiiider, taking the opportunity to slide two long, thick fingers into your tight, fluttering hole with a filthy squelch.
“o-oh, god! suguru!” you mewl loudly.
he pulls back just enough to kiss the inside of your thigh. “i know, princess. i got you. think you can stay still for me for a little while…? oh, yeah, just like that, baby. such a good girl.”
the praise makes you melt completely into a needy puddle, spreading your legs even wider just to give him more access. once he notices you’re just where he wants you, he dives back in, faster now.
his mouth seals around your clit, suckling eagerly and messy as a third finger makes its way through your soaked walls. the stretch feels fucking perfect, his fingers curl just right against your sweetest spots that you can’t help but grind your wetness all over his face.
and he lets you—loves it, actually—moaning into your cunt like he’s the one in the receiving end of the pleasure.
and in less than a blink, your orgasm crashes over you hard enough to make you shed some tears. the feeling is so overwhelming for your still fuzzy mind that you cry out his name, giving his hair a hard pull that earns you a tiny hiss. though he doesn’t stop, licking you through every aftershock until you’re a boneless, whimpering mess beneath him.
only then does he gently turn your limp, sleepy body over onto your stomach. when you start getting ready to fall into unconsciousness once again, you suddenly feel his broad, muscular body pressing down deliciously against your back.
his warm chest molds to your body, strong arms caging you on either side of your head, trapping you in his scent and heat. his hefty, throbbing cock—which you’ve only just noticed—nestles insistently between your thighs, kissing your slick slit and slowly prodding your puffy lips apart, lubing himself with your fresh cum.
“good morning, my love,” he whispers sensually against your ear, nuzzling your cheek with a lazy, affectionate kiss. “think you can handle one more before i have to leave?”
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18+ ⸝⸝⸝ just when things were getting good with 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 and shy nerd!reader, exam week comes crashing down on her :(
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you’d always find yourself distracted by thought of him—the memories of his sweet mouth, and just before that, his thick fingers stretching you out and getting you off.
in all honestly, you’d never even thought you’d be able to experience any of this in college at all with how much of a loser you were. you never thought you’d be able to find love this early in general.
you were too awkward. too much of a homebody. too much of an introvert.
you feel so lucky to have sukuna… even though he purposely annoyed you at first. though, now you know that was because he liked seeing you flustered. he’s been less annoying lately— you’re not sure why but you’re not complaining either.
you’ve been more happy than usual as of lately. and it’s clearly all thanks to him.
however… the giddiness you’ve gotten from your relationship that’s suddenly become… explorative—has slowly become buried under a mountain of flashcards and the anxious tapping of your pen against a library table.
exam season is the bane of your existence with how much of a procrastinator you are.
you tried to play it cool whenever sukuna swung by—reining in your focus and pretending you weren’t counting the hours of sleep you were losing—but your boyfriend wasn’t the type of person you could hide things from.