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gojo’s only real wife btw tt: noonawrites

[ohhyeoni]

── .✦ i write the fantasies you dream about to fall asleep.

.✦

NOONA ✦; she :: 8teen :: fanfiction writer :: student :: full time wife of satoru gojo ᰔ

₊⊹⁀➴ rules // notes; mdni. jjk-centric. fluff, angst, smut. last seen: noonawrites on tiktok. send a wish, and i’ll make it come true.

[masterlist :: ] updated regularly !!

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#view in dark mode pls #ily guys

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part two on choso 🥹

HELP WHY AM I SEEING THIS JUST NOWWW IM SO SORRY BABY

but yes choso part two is in the making 🥹

#iloveyou #sorryfornotresponding #iforgotthisappexisted #ilybae

[ohhyeoni]

choso won’t let you rest after a long day [18+] [masterlist]

the mattress seemed to swallow you whole as it pulled your body down into slumberland. you exhaled deeply upon feeling a sudden looming presence behind you.

“are you mad at me?”

here we go— choso’s nightly mental breakdown. although, you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t absolutely adorable that he felt so deeply about you.

“no, cho. i’m never mad at you,” you sighed with a smile, opening your arms to invite him into your touch. he accepted graciously, a dangerously coaxing pout on his lips.

choso’s lips moved against your neck as he murmured out his complaints for the day.

“you didn’t text today.” he balled up your shirt in his fists.

“choso, honey, what are you talking about? i literally called you today from work.” your boyfriend was definitely feeling extra moody today.

“not enough.” choso whispered with a drowsy sigh. “i want more.”

his head lifted to meet your widened gaze, dark irises boring into yours with a silent but desperate plea.

yours hands instinctively reached for his space buns, fingers gently pulling out the elastics you tied on earlier. tossing them aside, your hands began to massage choso’s scalp with a gentle touch.

and choso? he looked like he was about cum from all the whimpers coming out his mouth.

“don’t stop— hah. right there, yes. hngh—”

your boyfriend’s eyes watered with pleasure, and you genuinely thought he was about to wet his pants from the obscene sounds escaping his mouth.

his large hand came up to grab yours out his hair, bringing it to his face to press a kiss on your knuckles.

a moment of silence passes.

“cho?” you muttered quietly.

no response.

“did you just—”

“i’ll be back.” your boyfriend avoided your curious gaze, making a beeline to the bathroom.

did he— did choso just cum?

you stifled a laugh, watching his hunched body struggle to open the bathroom door. choso’s face was as red as a tomato.

“choso, baby.” you called out sweetly, a giggle threatening to spill out your lips. he stared at you warily, an ashamed countenance on his face.

“fuck. i’m too easy. i’m sorry.” his perfectly pouted lip quivered under your pressuring attitude.

“just get over here, choso.”

he was nuzzled between your thighs on the bed in two seconds flat, face waiting for his one word, one order, one sound— anything he could do to please you.

“are you still hard, cho?” you asked gently.

a shaky breath slipped past his lips, his eyes screaming the answer for you without a sound. you smiled, tapping your chest.

and there it was. choso’s favorite thing to do with you. the thing that could get him cumming in no time.

his shaking hands slowly lifted your thin shirt, hiking it up above your bra, which welcomed him with a dainty trim of lace.

one click, two clicks, and your bra was ripped off your chest, exposing your body to choso. his face never ceased to redden at the sight—what a dork.

choso’s head fell onto your chest, nose nuzzling your breasts fondly. he licked, bit, snipped, kissed—whatever perverted thing came to his mind next.

his hands reached up to yank your shirt back over his head, earning a teasing giggle from you, your hands rubbing up his back slowly.

choso managed to score a few moans and whimpers out of you, his face deepening in hot blush under your shirt.

.✦

a good while passed since choso snuck under your shirt.

suddenly, your top was ripped off clean, leaving you in nothing on top. “choso, what the hell?”

he just stared at you.

purple marks became slowly visible on his nose and cheeks, choso’s whole face becoming red and brushed with sweat.

“i-i need to come— please. fuck.”

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[ohhyeoni]

roommates to lovers with nerdjo [you fall first, he falls harder] [masterlist]

your body hit the bed with a soft thud. letting out an deep exhale, the rattling of the doorknob woke you up from your little power nap.

you get off the bed with a loud groan, stumbling over to the door drowsily. the door swings open, revealing a pair of bright, blue eyes and a smile that screamed apologies.

oh my gosh. it’s him.

effortlessly beautiful, hair styled messily, contagious smile, sarcastic personality. dreamy, right? well, satoru was your roommate and had been for over a year.

you stay silent, and satoru senses this. “look, i’m sorry. i know you don’t like it when i stay out late. i’ll come back earlier tomorrow.” he said. “there. happy?” satoru waved you off with a smirk before entering your shared bathroom.

this is how it’s been for the past year. satoru comes home late, you worry, and then you fight.

the thing you can’t wrap your head around is why you care so much about satoru. perhaps it’s because you’ve been crushing on him for the whole year he’s been there.

how could a girl not love a man who’s so endearing? i mean, he picks up bagels for you, carries your textbooks, buys you extra packs of pastel highlighters when you’re in a studying frenzy.

the problem was that satoru was rumored to have his eyes on another girl. and you had to see him every single day.

your mind was clouded with thoughts about satoru. does he think you’re too protective? what are you, his girlfriend? maybe you should lay low for a bit, lean off him a little.

about an hour or so went by since satoru came home. he came out of the shower with his hair all wet, towel hanging low on his waist. if only you were awake to see that sight.

but you were passed out on the sofa, curled up into a fetal position. “hey, can you do that blowdry thing you did last time— oh.”

she’s sleeping. she looks so…

“uncomfortable,” satoru muttered. “this is no place for a lady to sleep.” his arms looped under your waist and legs, pulling you up into his chest bridal style.

satoru paused for a moment. his eyes glossed over your features like he was observing a painting. your lashes fluttered every time you inhaled, lips parting as you exhaled. your chest rose and fell slowly, hair framing your face like a royal portrait.

she’s so… “beautiful.” he mumbled, blue eyes staring at your face admiringly.

you began to stir, slumber disrupted by your secret admirer. you blinked your eyes open to see a half naked, wet-haired satoru holding you with awe in his eyes.

your brain awakened it’s senses immediately. cheeks blushing a bright red, the only thing you could stutter out was: “satoru?” now it was his turn to blush furiously.

“uh… uhm—” as beautiful as he was, satoru was still shy around pretty girls. such a shame…

“you were sleeping on the couch, so i did as any gentleman would do,” he scoffed, turning his head away from you. “c’mon, you’re half asleep. bedtime.”

satoru dropped you gently on the bed, pulling the duvet over you. “shh, sleep now my child.” he cooed.

“shut the hell up.” you groaned, turning away from him. satoru’s teasing smile faltered slightly. a moment passes.

“hey, are you still mad at me? for earlier?” he whispered.

silence. your voice came out kinda small, which made you look even more pathetic than when he carried you to bed. “yeah.” he stood staring at your figure under the covers.

“let me make it up to you. please.” satoru pleaded. “i’m sorry. i don’t like when you’re upset with me.” you peeked over your shoulder to see a pained expression on his face. “please.”

“you can start by putting on some clothes first, ‘toru.” you teased with a small smile. “it’s kinda hard not to stare at your abs, y’know.”

satoru rolled his eyes at you, crossing his arms. “then what?” he asked.

“hmm… come cuddle me?” satoru nodded, flopping on top of you with a content sigh. “i said put on some clothes…” you muttered.

“shh! don’t ruin the moment…”

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masterlist…

⟢ satoru gojo

[roommates to lovers] // fluff

⟢ suguru geto

[scream my name] // nsfw 18+

⟢ kento nanami

⟢ toji fushiguro

⟢ choso kamo

[crybaby calling!] // nsfw 18+

⟢ hiromi higuruma

[the secretary] // fluff + nsfw 18+

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you’re higuruma’s personal secretary… and maybe a little more ✦ [masterlist]

higuruma’s secretary… as his secretary, you’re in charge of every tiny thing your strict lawyer boss could ever want. dark roast coffee? you’re on your way every morning to the local cafe, the one he prefers, to pick up his usual. even the baristas knew you by now, saying: “your boss’s order?”

higuruma’s secretary… need to file some papers in his office? most employees would page him, then knock on his door timidly, drop the papers off and run. not you though. all you have to do is saunter over to his desk in your short pencil skirt, bend down to give him a good view place the files on his desk, and waltz away. you don’t get it when your co-worker shoko says he has a soft spot for you.

higuruma’s secretary… what about higuruma’s feelings towards you? he adores you. takes every opportunity he can to see you. look, i know i made him sound intimidating, but he’s only like that with everyone else! he loves the little goodbyes you mumble out to him before you leave for the day, the reminder post-it’s you leave on his desk, the way you touch his chest compliment his suits.

higuruma’s secretary… you’re too beautiful for him not to make a move on you, so he calls you into his office randomly on a tuesday morning. “i need you, come in.” you walk in without knocking, as usual, placing your hand on your hip.

“what do you need this time, sir?” you teased with a smile. he waggled his finger at you, telling you to come closer. you walk over behind the desk, your legs mere inches away from his lap. hiromi pats his thigh gently with a smile.

“sit down.” you take a step back in shock, putting your hands up defensively.

“mr. higuruma, this is not appropriate in such a—” nonetheless, his hands tugged you onto his lap, arms locking around your waist. your face flushed a deep red. that’s your boss! and he’s hitting on you?! not that you’re complaining…

higuruma’s secretary… after your little… office visit— you and higuruma started to go out. miraculously, this worked perfectly for both of you. you started the day together and ended the day together. and whenever he needed a break or if he just wanted to see your face again, hiromi just pages you, and you waltz in like you don’t know any better.

higuruma’s secretary… keeping your relationship secret is hard. employees weren’t supposed to be sneaking kisses behind closed doors or whispering unholy things in your ear during executive meetings. sometimes when the people around you got suspicious, hiromi would ban you from coming to his office, as to not arouse more suspicion. he’d always make it up later though…

higuruma’s secretary… your desk? littered with bouquets of flowers, chocolates, little notes. its like valentine’s day was all year round for you. it certainly caught the attention of your coworkers, just walking into their morning shift and ogling the expensive bouquets sitting on your desk amidst unfiled cases and transcripts. hiromi always spoiled you rotten.

higuruma’s secretary… although you were technically his secretary, higuruma never made you actually do any work. it was always: “get another person, i need you now” or “you can finish later, honey, come here.” he always called out your name like a prayer, like something he was addicted to. and whenever you’d try to sneak a quickie in his office, he’d always tease you about “breaking the law” and hush you when you whimpered, even though he broke hundreds of laws to get you on his lap.

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geto breaks into your house to win you back? [18+] [masterlist]

a/n: this a part two to [scream my name] on my tiktok page @/noonawrites!

“yeah, he’s your ex, but who can resist kissing a hot alternative guy?”

his breath fanned over your face in frustrated pants, lustful violet eyes locked in on your expectant ones. your head told you to push him away, maybe even call the cops. wait, isn’t this trespassing?

whatever law your head was telling you suguru violated, a small voice in your heart was telling you to get closer to him. ‘get closer. pull him in.’

‘kiss him.’

as if controlled by a master puppeteer, your hands came up to rest on his neck, and suguru didn’t waste a second.

slender hands came up to wrap around your throat, suguru pressing down firmly to control your uneven breathing. “what? don’t pretend like you don’t want it.” he whispered roughly in your ear. your mouth gasped for air as his fingers pressed deeper and firmer.

“c’mon, baby. don’t be stubborn.” you were too overwhelmed with need, yes, need. it’s been six long months since you felt his lips on yours, his cock splitting your body into a mess of moans and cum.

what was one good fuck with your ex?

“justkissme.”

a beat of silence.

“huh?”

“just kiss me.” you mumbled non-coherently. a teasing smile played on suguru’s lips, coaxing you to come feel them on yours.

the next moment, all the memories of your most intimate moments between you and suguru came flooding back into your brain. his coconut flavored chapstick that he wore even though it dried out his lips even more. his disgusting dior perfume that smelled so performative, it brought you right back to him whenever you threatened to leave.

his lips were firm on yours, moving together roughly in synchronized breaths. you didn’t know why your mouth was moving like you were starved from his touch on your skin. you missed how he used to kiss you and swipe his tongue on your lower lip. sometimes, his lip piercing would get caught on your lip and you’d both laugh as he tried to free you from your eternal kiss. he’d say, “i guess we’re stuck kissing forever.”

something hard pressed against your thigh, causing you to break the sloppy makeout session you were in the middle of. you let out a gasp when you down at suguru’s waistband and see his erection brushing against your thigh.

“suguru,” you muttered, looking up at him. but suguru wasn’t looking at you. his forehead rested in your neck, panting while bucking his hips into yours. “suguru?”

“yeah, yeah. i-fuckkk. i need you bad, baby.” he whined against your neck. his hands littered with silver rings came up under your thighs to hook themselves under. in one swift lift, you were straddling him, back pressed against the wall.

“suguru, slow down! i haven’t forgiven you for the shit you did.” all he did was groan in response.

“can it wait until after i fuck you?”

his pants were unzipped frantically by your trembling fingers as he worked on your waistband, pulling it down to your knees impatiently. suguru’s long fingers tip-toed along your thigh draggingly, making you shudder at his touch. “want it off?” he asked with a chuckle, fingers tugging at the edge of your lace panties.

“y-yes! please, sugu—“ a finger was brought to your lips as his voice shushed you softly.

“you don’t hafta beg me, baby. i want to feel you more than anything.” the panties were ripped off as if he was preparing to devour you whole. he was making fun of you.

holding them up high like a gold trophy, suguru narrowed his eyes as he inspected your panties. “wow.” he laughed teasingly. “what are the chances that you wear the ones i picked out for your birthday?”

“shut up and just fuck me already.” you said, snatching the shredded underwear from his hand. “you have no business looking at my underwear.”

“didn’t you just say you wanted me to fuck you? watch your words or i’ll leave.” suguru leaned in close to your face, his eyes filled with intent. “knowing you, you’d probably touch yourself and get off just thinking about my cock.”

his waistband was quickly pulled down, his uncut cock springing up and hitting your lower abdomen. suguru’s hand patted your left thigh, telling you to lower your leg to the floor, leaving the other one hooked under his arm.

you were on a dopamine high right now. you hadn’t felt so pleasured since you broke up. there was an intense heat forming in your pussy, a pitiful throbbing that ached for suguru’s cock. just one touch.

“i wanna hear you, baby. none of that ‘i’m embarrassed’ shit, got it?” suguru muttered with a smirk.

you scoffed. “as if you can make me scre—“ a forceful thrust into your pussy interrupted your remark. you gasped for air, clutching at suguru’s bicep for stability. he didn’t stop at one thrust though.

“you were saying?” he grinned cockily at your eyes rolling back into your head, panting at the sheer heaviness of his cock in you.

“i hate you.” his thrusts increased in speed, pistoning in and out of your fluttering hole. with each drag out of your wet folds, his cock brought back a slew of white, ropey cum from inside you.

right now, all you could focus on what how deep he was fucking you, and how big he was. it felt like you were getting happily impaled by him, each thrust splitting your folds open further.

“s-suguru! f-fuck!” you cried out in sobs, tears coming down your cheeks as the heat in your pussy became more intense. suguru was groaning into your neck, his teeth sinking in to bite your skin.

“you feel s’good, baby.” he smiled dazily. “fuck, look at you. taking me so well.” all you could babble out was a breathy ‘yes’, too overstimulated from his heavy thrusts.

“such a good girl f’me.” he whined into your mouth, licking up from your collarbone to your lips. his tongue piercing felt cool to the touch, and you hated yourself for wanting to feel it on your pussy.

you were dazed, you thought you blacked out for a bit. you heard geto tsk at your state, ramming into you harder to wake you up. “don’t look away.” he said in a strained voice.

“don’t s-stop. gonna cum.” you whimpered breathlessly. suguru heeded your order, bucking his hips up to slam into yours, tip kissing your cervix as you screamed his name.

“that’s right—fuck, let me hear you, princess.” that pet name was all it took for you to cum all over his cock. you could feel his smile against your skin. suguru came shortly after, probably after feeling you release on him. his thrusts became lazy now, you collapsed onto his shoulder, suguru slowing to a stop.

a few minutes went by of you and suguru just soaking up each others presence before you looked up at him. “sugu, i missed you.” he grinned mockingly.

“you just missed my co—“

“no, everything.” that shut him right up. he almost looked taken back by your words, his face softening for the first time that evening.

“i missed you too, baby. more than anything.” he smiled gently. a hand came up to tuck a few pieces of loose hair behind your ear. silence. you both knew what you wanted in each other, but someone had to say it. suguru took a deep breath in. “i want to try again. please?”

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