Heliophilia
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Simon Riley/female reader
Wednesday comes quickly.
It starts a promise, one he forces you to make.
Stay in bed. I’ll take Ollie so you can get some sleep. Stay in bed, I mean it. Promise me flower.
I promise.
“Gotta let your mum get some sleep, don’t we Ollie girl?” He holds her against his chest, careful on the stairs, down to the kitchen where he started warming a bottle when he heard her get up, cranky little cries reverberating through the house.
He’s never had such a demanding boss.
“That’s a girl,” he encourages as he strokes the side of her cheek, triggering the reflex just like you taught him. When her mouth opens, he slips the nipple inside and her eyes slip closed once she realizes she’s finally got her breakfast. “See? Not so bad.” She had been resistant yesterday. You tried and tried to get her to take the bottle, only getting a little in here and there, but it wasn’t enough to discourage you. You were committed.
“Once she gets used to it, it will be fine. I can’t… I can’t do this,” you motioned to your chest, “all the time. Plus, if she takes a bottle, you can feed her.”
She’s on the last drop when you appear in the doorway of the kitchen, and his heart stops when he turns and finds you there, his flannel hanging off your shoulders.
You look good.
You like his.
“Morning.” You tuck your hands into his arms, pulling Ollie towards you, the beam of a smile on your face. “And good morning to you too, silly girl. Were you good for Simon? Did you finish your bottle?”
“She did.” There’s a smidge of pride in his voice. It makes his cheeks hot.
“That’s amazing,” you settle at the kitchen table, slowly, and he can see the discomfort all over your face. He bites the inside of his cheek. “And that smells amazing.” He started breakfast earlier, eggs and sausage and toast, and has been keeping it warm until you got up. You’re going to need more energy today.
He slides a plate in front of you, and tries not to watch as you eat. Doesn’t want you to feel like you’re under a microscope but he knows food is essential for healing, for strength, and with all the work you’re doing, feeding Ollie, he worries.
“There’s more.” He offers when you’re finished, but you shake your head.
“I’ll die but, thank you.” Your eyes dart around the kitchen, your hold on the baby tightening for a moment. “We should probably leave soon, I guess.” Your voice shakes on the last word, and you turn tense. You’re scared.
“Alright,” he says slowly, taking your plate to leave it in the sink for later. “Want to get ready? I’ve got to install the car seat… thing.” You nod, but stay seated, gaze fixed past him and out the window. “Flower.”
“Hmm?” You don’t look at him, you keep your focus outside, even as he goes to a knee in front of you.
“I know you’re scared,” you close your eyes, take a deep breath, try to ward away whatever it is you’re feeling.
“It’s silly.” You whisper. “I just want to stay here, where it’s safe. I don’t want to take her out, you know?”
“I’m gonna be with you the whole time.” He folds a hand over your thigh, thumb rubbing wide circles into the flannel of your pajama pants. “You’re safe with me, alright?” Your eyes find his, bottomless pits, whole oceans. Endless seas of trust. You cover his hand with yours and take a deep breath.
“Alright.”
He waits. Dutifully.
Dodges the stares in the waiting room, keeps his focus trained on the door.
When you resurface from the back of the pediatrician’s, you and Ollie are sharing wet cheeks, tear stained and sad.
“What happened?”
“She had to get shots.” You’re stiff, the baby squirming in your arms as she cries her discomfort. “It was… a lot.”
“I’m sorry.” He has the urge to lean in, kiss your forehead, wrap you in his arms. Give you the comfort he didn’t know he was capable of giving. She quiets, still unhappy but less expressive, cries settled softer ones.
You wipe your eyes, force a smile. “My appointment is on the next floor. Can you…”
“Of course.” It’s second nature, taking Ollie from your arms into his, holding her against his chest, leaning down to her ear to murmur low shushing sounds to try to calm her. He follows you into the elevator, takes his post outside the door.
“I’ll be right back.” You kiss her face and it’s so close, your cheek brushing against his thumb. Your smile is strained. “Thank you. It shouldn’t be too long.”
“Take as long as you need. We’ll be right here.” He promises, and you give her one last reluctant back rub.
“Okay.”
Ollie makes it easy.
He paces with her in the building’s hallway, walking back and forth as she stares up at him with those wide, curious eyes. She’s seeing everything for the first time. The world. This place. Him.
He’s been in her life she since was days old, and he knows he won’t be able to let you go, let her go. He’ll do whatever it takes, to keep you both. To keep you safe. To make you feel loved.
Love.
What a backwards world. He shouldn’t be capable. There are things inside him that are broken, stripped to the studs and blown apart. Things so dark they can never see the light of day.
But not with you. You’re sunlight. You and Ollie, you bring him into it, that light, the one that shines on his face.
Just him, and his favorite flowers, soaking up the sun.
You’re quiet for the rest of the day, into the night. Ollie has fully settled, snuggled into her bassinet in the living room, next to where you sit on the couch, blanket on your lap. You’ve got a book, but your eyes are focused outside, through the window, somewhere else.
“Hey.” He puts a mug of tea down on the coffee table and you’re slow to come back to yourself, to him, smiling once you catch up, but it doesn’t touch your eyes.
“Hey.”
“How are you feelin’?” You ignore him. Or worse, you don’t hear him. You stare at the mug, unblinking, until he says your name carefully.
“Sorry.” Guilt tugs your lips into a grim line.
“It’s alright angel. What’s goin’ on?”
“I didn’t handle today very well.” You admit with a grave whisper. “I don’t think I’m going to be good at this.” You glance at Ollie, asleep and perfect. He frowns.
“You are good at this.” A tear rolls down your cheek and you shake your head.
“I fell apart during her appointment. I couldn’t stop crying and I couldn’t comfort her, it just felt like I was failing and-”
“I know, I know.” He takes your hand. “But you did do good. She’s healthy and safe, and so are you. You’re doin’ great, it’s just hard. It’s supposed to be hard.” For a moment, a slow, endless moment, you’re looking up at him with sadness and relief, wet eyes shining in the setting sun, and he can’t stop himself from pressing a palm to your cheek, holding it there. “You’re alright.” He murmurs. You close your eyes and lean forward, face finding his neck. He freezes, only for a second before wrapping his arms around you, a hand covering the back of your head, the other working long strokes up and down your spine. “You’re okay, flower. You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”
“I’m sorry.” You croak into his skin.
“Shhh now, stop that. It’s okay.” You pull back and wipe your cheeks, but the tears don’t stop. “You have nothin’ to be sorry about.” He’s said it before, he’ll say it again, over and over until it sinks in. You have nothing to be sorry for.
“Things were supposed to be different. They should have been different.” You’re speaking more to yourself than him, and he lets you go. Lets you work it out, say whatever you want to say, need to say. He sits with you through it. Listens. You don’t need him to counter you, or reassure you right now. No one ever just listened to him. Only Price, and by then it was way too late. No one gave him the space he needed to talk, work it out, understand. No one got it.
But he does. He gets it.
So that’s what he does. He listens. He holds you on the couch, curled against his chest, and he just listens.
simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | mafia!au | masterlist
Epilogue: anything
The bathtub spout stares at Simon as he dips his hand in the water, and he is not afraid.
Tepid water grows warm like fresh milk. It swirls around his fingers as he plugs the drain, allowing the basin to fill until it promises to kiss the ridge after submersion.
This was one of your only requests upon buying a house—it needs to have a bathtub large enough for you to sink into. Something that would swallow you without wanting to spit you out too soon. Of course, there was nothing of the likes. But Simon promised you anything you wanted, and installing a corner garden tub was much easier than hoping Manchester would actually give him anything of value. Your smile alone was worth the hard labor.
Once he's content with the suds foaming on the water's surface and the soft aroma of vanilla in the air, Simon leans back on his haunches to inspect his work while he listens as your footsteps wander closer to the bathroom. From the corner of his eye he can see your obnoxiously fluffy robe and the way you wrap your arms around yourself, molars knocking together as you hold back waves of shivers. You blink long and slow, gaze focused on the bath with drawn brows.
"What's this for?" you ask.
"You said you were cold," he shrugs.
Waddling up to his side, it doesn't take long for your fingers to find the nape of his neck. You rub small circles where his hairline and skin clash as you lean against him. "You didn't have to do that."
"I know." He casts his attention upwards, cheeks pressing against your legs as he reaches a hand up along your stomach. Fingers gripping the knot on your robe, he tugs until the fabric comes free. "Hop in, sweetheart."
Your body vanishes behind iridescent bubbles as you sink down far enough for the water to swallow your throat. You hum at the steam that wafts up through the blanket of suds, extremities finally warming despite the chilly February air.
Simon presses a kiss to your forehead before he vanishes into the bedroom and retrieves several toys hidden in the closet. It's Joseph's birthday today and he certainly didn't skimp when it came to his nephew's special day. RC planes, car toys, new packs of clothes (since the kid wants to grow just as fast as his father did); he lays everything out on the floor before sizing it up next to wrapping paper and obscuring the treats behind superhero themed icons and caricatures.
Once they're decorated with glistening bows, Simon makes sure to sign each one:
To: Joey From: Uncle Simon and Aunt Chip.
Time ticks away and an anxious lump forms in his throat as he braves the frost and loads the presents into his car. It isn't until there's a tiny mountain of them that he begins to second guess how many he's gotten, but he inwardly shrugs before marching back to the house. The living room welcomes him with open arms as a gas fireplace flicks on. He recalls the first night the temperatures fell—how you curled up on the floor like a lazy cat smothered in a blanket just to keep warm, basking in the flames.
Your feet tap away at the floor overhead prompting Simon to clear his mind as he ascends to the bedroom. He catches you just as you've slipped a dress over your shoulders; the same one he bought you last year when he noticed you couldn't stop staring at it. It had been eons since you last wore something like that, you admitted. Something soft and fluid. Dainty. Your old life wouldn't allow it.
Now you're styling it with warm socks to ease the bite of winter and a scarf that doubles as a shawl. Your skin still glistens from your bath, giving the illusion that the cotton bodice is glowing from the inside out. His heart pounds in his chest when you spin around to face him, skirt flaring out around your legs. Your smile could wound him. It could draw blood and still it would never waiver.
"What do you think?" you prompt.
Unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth, he nods. "Beautiful."
He knows something's wrong the moment you reach up for your ears, fingers pinching and tugging on your earlobes. Holding up a finger, you quickly dash to your nightstand to retrieve your hearing aids from their chargers before shoving them into your ears and placing your hands behind your back to rock on your heels.
"Gorgeous," Simon coos.
Laughing, you rush up to him and toss your arms around his neck, capturing him in an embrace he gladly welcomes. You've gotten confident with physical touch. Never afraid to ask for it, to give or receive it. Blemishes fade, cracks pasted with gold—the gentle mending of yourself has been a journey, one you're still enduring, but the growing pains are worth it.
He feels the ripening in your lips, the warmth they exude, how you melt into him. There's your fingers in his hair, your palm against his cheek, then your head resting on the place where a blade nearly stole him from you. You hum as if he still needs healing, as if he hasn't grown back into himself, fat, muscle and all, as if he's still fragile. A gentle reminder of his strength bleeds into you as he places his hand on your lower back, fingers digging into taut flesh.
"Ready?" he asks.
You nod. "Ready."
Joseph still calls you Aunt Chippy. It's a name you wear with honor as you scoop him into your arms while he's clad in pilot's gear, complete with a floppy leather hat that droops down far enough to threaten his eyesight. His mother has gone all out with the decorations. Cardboard planes hang from the ceiling, tilting with the natural flow of the living room, balloons arch along each walkway, and his favorite animated movie plays quietly in the living room.
Gasps and coos explode throughout the dining room when Beth presents Joseph's cake, complete with five candles to mark his age. Everyone sings then cheers when he blows them out, and he ensures that everyone gets a piece of the vanilla delicacy. Simon chuckles at your indulgence, but he doesn't mind wiping frosting from the corner of your mouth and sucking it clean off of his thumb.
When it comes time for presents, Joseph demands that you be the one to sit next to him on the floor. Curled with your legs to the side and skirt tucked beneath your knees, you hand presents to him bit by bit and assist him in reading the words on the cards he doesn't know yet. He rips into wrapping paper until there's a shredded mess around the two of you and he's squealing at each gift he recognizes.
Simon's pulse thuds in his chest as he watches you. The curl of your lips, the shaking of your shoulders as you laugh, the quiet correction of your hearing aids. The pressure against his ribs worsen the moment his fingers dip into his pockets, barely skimming the top before he freezes.
His torso crushes, muscles angrily contract; each beat of his heart overwhelms his ear drums. Sand plagues his mouth, dry and grainy, all while his palms seem to hold the ocean. It's panic in its purest form, a love he doesn't know how to articulate—
—the algid air outside is a cold splash of water against his face.
Each breath comes easier, but gets trapped in his lungs where it continues to expand then freeze in the open space. The sun winks in the sky above him, tucking the frost away and warming the back of his neck as he places his hands on the porch railing. Simon Riley has never been afraid to do anything. It's what has always set him aside from everyone else. Courage. The strength to do what no one else could bring themselves to do.
Now, each thought he has is accompanied with anxiety. Trembling hands prod at his pockets. No one has ever weakened him quite like you do.
The door behind him swings open, bringing a crescendo of chatter before it quickly dies. He doesn't need to turn around to know who's joining his side.
"If that's a fresh pack in your pocket, I'm telling," Tommy chides.
Simon can only shake his head as his brother knocks his shoulder against him. "Chip would kill me if it was."
"Yeah, well, she'd have to get in line."
Silence settles outside, broken only by the old wood creaking beneath their combined weight. Simon stares at his hands, fingers twitching with the blood that courses through him, not at all concerned with the physical effects it wreaks on him.
"Well, come on then. Let's see it," Tommy prods.
"See what?" he asks.
Annoyed, Tommy rolls his eyes. "That glitter you've got hidin' in your pocket."
Wary, Simon glances over his shoulder to ensure that the door is shut tight before he dares to move. Then, a velvet box. Dark and unassuming, he holds it in his palm as if its fragility demands reverence. The brothers look at it wordlessly for a long moment before Tommy flips the lid open.
Inside sits a ring. Its beauty is quiet, refusing to overwhelm but yet unapologetically dazzling in its radiance. A dainty band lined with gems to embellish the fox-red jewel that lies in the center. Tommy's chuckle is warm as he nods, fingers gently flipping the box closed.
"Gonna man up soon, then?" he asks.
"Been tryin' to for the last month," Simon admits before stowing the ring back to safety. "I just… don't wanna fuck it up."
Tommy shrugs. "Can't be worse than anything else you've ever done." When his teasing gets no verbal or visible reaction from his brother, he softens. "You mean the world to her. She's not gonna say no."
"It feels wrong. I've had to fight for everything. We both have. Doesn't feel real that she'd just waltz into my life and be mine."
Scoffing, Tommy shades his head before thumping the old scar hidden behind Simon's shirt. "You've already fought for her, 'member?"
The door squeaks behind them where giggles swell as Beth peeks her head outside. "There you boys are. Joey needs his father's help setting up one of his toys."
A silent understanding settles over the brothers as they file back inside, faces warm like they've never known the weight of the world. Simon finds you on the threshold between the living room and the dining room, eyes wandering away from the party, staring off somewhere you can't reach.
"What'cha thinkin' about, baby?" he asks.
Your eyes flicker to him and the dilation of your pupils ties his guts in knots. "I… I kinda want another slice of cake," you admit with a sheepish grin.
Chuckling, he nods towards the table. "Well go get one. Beth made plenty," he rationalizes.
"Yeah, but I don't wanna be eating cake all by myself."
"I'll get some with ya."
You blink. "Yeah?"
Simon swallows and his throat is tight. Sandpaper lines the soft tissue and sticks together, but he still smiles that same crooked smile he always does. His hand reaches for yours, squeezing your fingers between his, feeling for the empty space he wishes to fill with that gift in his pocket.
SYNOPSIS... when a simple tutor session with the nerd turns into a rocky sexual relationship, jealousy and forbidden feelings begin to bloom and soon gojo finds himself in the middle of a problem he can’t quite solve
INFO...nerd!gojo x fem!reader, reader is sort of a bitch, smut, angst, drama, all the good shit, a little bit of toji x reader, gojo is so down bad
✧ tags : explicit smut, aged up! characters, f!reader, virgin reader, (oops!) cussing, somewhat explicit descriptions of sex, no warnings other than oral sex, (m!receiving, f!giving), teasing, name-calling (princess, slut, darling, baby) praising, cum eating, overstim, spit, dacryphilia + semi-public sex.
✧ note : first time in a while writing smut 0.0 just some drabbles bout giving head to your fav jjk boys !! reblogs and comments are vv appreciated ♡ ॢ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎
GOJO SATORU
very vocal oh my god. technically isn't his first time getting head, but it's from you so he feels like a virgin again. you’re just so good to him, for feeding into his desires of sucking him off in the car. poor ijichi has no idea that gojo purposely messed with the tires so he could fetch a replacement TT
“can i do this?” you ask, fondling his balls and licking up and down his shaft. “yea..mm!” satoru never felt this nervous getting head, especially from a virgin like you. ‘damn if she keeps going like this, i’m gonna cum,’ and just when he thought he lost it, you went for the kill. a forced grunt leaves the sorcerer’s lips as you fully take him in with your whole mouth. “shiiit…you’re so good baby—mm!” the bold move might’ve made you maybe choke a little in the process.
“o-oh-“ satoru throws his head back as his hips thrusts up a little into your warm, and wet mouth. slim fingers caress and push your head just a tad before your gag reflex can be triggered. “j-just like that baby…yea ungh- !!” satoru's praises are cut off by a sudden wet pop. “wait baby..i was gonna cu—“ suddenly you take him in again. the sudden movement causing his head to hit your esophagus; you couldn’t tell if it was felt painful or not. but you knew he was close.
the man was rambling at this point. praises and curses leaving his lips as you sucked him whole. you knew what you were doing to him. seeing the strongest be so... submissive. the strongest just melting in your hands..
the emptiness of the vehicle only added to the loud sounds of wet squelching and licking. the palm of his hand rests on top of your head. satoru didn’t pull but he sure as hell couldn’t wait to push you down further onto his length.
after a few minutes of sucking him whole, your head was pushed further down causing you to choke. “mm ugh..!” his pelvis started thrusting up to your face making you groan along with the white haired sorcerer. “i-i’m gonna—“ his words were suddenly cut off by a few words and groans. “fuck..baby mhm..!” spurts of white filled your mouth while he started to come down from his high.
his cum was surprisingly not that bitter, almost sweet in a way? “you don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to.” satoru looked concerned, releasing his grip on your hair and turning his attention to your face. his fingers slowly caressing your face. swallowing anyway, you giggle and look up at your boyfriend’s post-nut glow. his flushed face and his chest slowly heaving up and down. “you really didn’t have to… you’re so cute” satoru sighs leaning over; he brings your face closer and kisses you sweetly. the taste of saliva and cum mixes in both of your mouths. “you did so good baby” gojo says, caressing your cheeks and smiling. “we gotta clean up before ijichi comes back and catches us now” you giggle, pulling the sorcerer in for another kiss. who knew the usually cool sorcerer everyone looked up to was actually a whiny motherfucker who liked his head licked and balls fondled with?
GETO SUGURU
he secretly always wanted you to do this for him. slowly but surely, he's got you wrapped around his cock finger. he's surprisingly good at containing his excitement, keeping his demeanor patient and gentle. which he is! there's no doubt that he is a gentleman guiding you through what could be considered a nerve-racking process, constantly praising and asking if you're okay. although...it's getting difficult to maintain his composure with all your teasing.
you slowly pump the raven-haired man as he manspreads on the chair in front of you. “mhm..” he groans, his lips forming a tight line as he stares down at you with slightly flushed cheeks. as you continue to jerk the sorcerer off, he throws his head back. a sigh leaving his lips.
taking this as a chance to finally taste him, you lick a long strip up his shaft before gently kissing the head. "ohh...mmm!" the sorcerer groaned, his hips slightly jerking up to your plump lips as you continue licking and kissing his twitching cock. precum slightly leaks down as you continue to tease. giggling, you use this as a lubricant —pumping up and down. suguru groans, his dark violet orbs staring down at you with a small smirk. "you're gonna kill me if you continue..mm...doing that" you giggle in response before slowly using your warm, wet mouth as an invitation for his leaking cock.
the sounds of wet smooches and squelches can be heard in the quiet room. that, and the soft and husky groans of suguru, who is getting closer and closer to just cumming any minute now... he lets you continue your small ministrations. but soon enough, his hips continue to thrust up, his dick hitting your esophagus. slowly fucking your mouth, he groans and pants, a light sheen of sweat adorning his beautiful face.
you moan at the sudden force, your eyes closing shut at the pressure in the back of your throat. "i know...i— uughh..haaah!" it wasn't unbearable..in fact, seeing suguru like this made your pussy clench. it was nice seeing him fall apart. seeing him roughen up with you. his hips continue to thrust up into your mouth before he quickens his pace. his groans getting louder and louder.
soon, the sorcerer stops thrusting and pulls out of your mouth. his large and rough hands moving to his cock before continuously working himself, the saliva from your mouth and his own slick creating a loud squelching sound throughout the room.
as suguru cums, the man slightly shudders above you. his eyes closed and his head slightly pulled back. he continues groaning as he pumps his sensitive and twitching member. “mhmm…fuck..”
suguru chuckles breathlessly as he opens his eyes again and glances down at you before realizing. “oh..fuck. my bad” he says with worry as he slightly leans over and cups your face, his thumb swiping at the cum that spreads over your cheeks and lips. “it’s okay,” you respond, you slightly chuckle as you find it endearing how suguru is acting. “no, it’s not fine it’s—.” “it was good baby..i liked it” you interrupt, not missing the way his dick twitched slightly after you reassured him.
you lick your lips as you watch the man let out a breathy chuckle. his cock hardening for round 2. “that felt so good baby…wanna do that again?”
FUSHIGURO TOJI
like the brat you are, you decided to be devious and try something you should have never even thought of doing. while this man was driving you both to a luxurious dinner date, you decided to provoke him a little. now look, you're bent over, gagged, and crying, regretting that decision over and over again for the rest of the time you're with this man.
"don't start cryin' now princess." toji remarks, looking at your fat tears gushing down your cheek and chuckling deeply at your pitied state. the two of you were pulled over on the side of the street, just a few blocks away from the restaurant toji reserved a time that you were now, running late for. "cmon...open up a lil wider before someone catches us." of course that wouldn’t happen though. his damn windows were tinted out..anyways; he just sounded so demanding, tears started to well up in your eyes, threatening to ruin your perfect mascara. you whined in protest to get him to stop being so mean. but toji took this as another reason to tame the brat inside you. suddenly, his heavily calloused hand grabbed a handful of your locks, forcing the tears welling in your eyes to fall.
toji groans, cock twitching in your mouth. "y'know i love it when you cry...nngh," softening his grip on your head, he throws his head back, teeth clenching and palms sweaty. your tongue starts to explore the head of his cock, the warm muscle swirling back and forth around the angry head. you began to pull back, taking his whole shaft in and out of your warm mouth. with a loud pop you let off his cock, licking up and down the shaft whilst looking up with teary, doe eyes. your innocent looking eyes stared back dark green ones that matched a scowl toji was wearing on his face.
a large hand was quick to push your head down while his head was thrown back. "sorry princess, i'm bout' to cum." toji never felt this amount of bliss before. the thought of your big, tear-stained eyes peering up at him while your mouth was stuffed with his cock was an image that'll forever be ingrained in his head. he was controlling your movements now, bobbing your head up and down his shaft at a fast pace. it was painful ─ but it felt so good, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat, your mouth being violated and used like a toy. being his toy felt amazing.
your hands reach down under your skirt, your fingers rubbing your now slick-stained underwear. you moan at the contact, the pleasure from both your throat and clit —creating a euphoric feeling in your body.
your moans vibrating off his cock only made things worse for you. "mmm... i'm gonna cum. you want that yea?" toji continues, "you want your mouth full of my cum, slut?" the brutalization of your mouth started to burn, just anticipating the warm liquid to enter your mouth. toji's groans started to sound animalistic and loud. “fuck..you’re so fuckin good” suddenly, your mouth was filled with thick and sticky cum and of course, you swallowed out of shock, anticipation, and all in all, just being the good slut you are for him. coming down from his high, toji releases his grip and starts petting your head. his fingers smoothing down the frizzied strands of hair he caused. you look up at him smiling, all doe-eyed, and slightly tear-stained. toji smirks, cock hardening again and still sensitive from earlier, "mhm...oh that was good princess. how about another round?"
NANAMI KENTO
he would have never expected today of all days to try something new with him. after another stressful day of office work and exorcisms, getting his dick sucked is the last thing on his mind. the least you can do as his beautiful and loyal wife is take all that stress off. you can do that, can you? of course, you would need to set the mood. finding him in his office, seeing you in some beautiful lingerie he bought, and getting on your knees sounds like the perfect plan i'm sure he would appreciate this gesture.
the condo was dark and quiet. the lights that were on was the small desk lamp, emitting warm light on the documents nanami was working oh so hard to finish. sleep was what he needed. definitely. "kento ~" you drawl, leaning in front of the doorframe, "i missed you!" nanami looks up and smiles. "i'm sorry darling, work has been stressful. i'll be in bed soon." you walk over and untie your robe, revealing the sexy lingerie set from last month's collection, white and dainty, and all lace, just what he likes. "no need, i want to help you take all the stress off." you kneel under the desk and begin to unstrap his belt, taking your time so he soaks in the image of you on your knees in front of his growing bulge.
after what felt like the longest minute(s) of his life, his cock finally sprung out. it already looked so flushed, with two prominent-looking veins and leaking with precum. “what’s gotten into you?” nanami asks, his voice husky and low as he stares down at you with tired eyes and a flushed face. “just wanna treat you…” you softly respond, teasing and kissing the flushed head of his fat cock.
you lick a strip down his hard dick, maintaining eye contact and staring up with those long lashes of yours. you slowly take him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as the man above you groans at the warm contact. "haah..mhmm!" the man runs his hand through his hair, his tired eyes closing as he throws his head back, his body relaxing in the office chair.
you continue sucking him off, occasionally planting small kisses at the tip which in turn causes nanami above you to jerk up a little. “ungh…shit i’m gonna—.” you hum in response, dick still in mouth. causing vibrations of your voice to reach the tip of his cock. nanami continues to groan above you, one hand running through his hair while the other is rubbing the top of your head. “ooh…mmm” the blonde releases into your mouth as your head stills, your tongue continues dancing all over his head. “fuck..so fucking pretty…mhm” nanami groans, and after a moment, you let go, his seed still in your mouth.
nanami notices and cups your face. “baby spit it out..you don’t have to,” he says as his tired eyes focus on your lips. he grabs a tissue from his desk and holds it near your mouth, urging you to spit. you shake your head and open your mouth, revealing just your tongue. nanami’s eyes widen, before chuckling softly. “you’re so naughty.. come here,” he says before leaning down to kiss you. the well-kept sorcerer now a sweaty and hot mess, his hair ruffled and his breathing slightly off. he’s so so tender with you as if you didn’t just send him into the heavens.
ITADORI YUUJI
so so needy. naturally, his high stamina can’t let him get enough. it’s never enough with him— until it is. the poor boy was on the game with megumi, of course, while you were sitting on the bed, watching him play. maybe you were bored? maybe you just wanted to tease him? either way, you’re here now…your teasing may come with consequences ...
"what... are you doing?" the pink-haired sorcerer asks, his brown eyes staring down at you. "nothing...just relax? focus on the game kay?" you smile softly before pulling down his sweatpants and releasing his growing bulge. the tip is already flushed, a prominent vein displayed on the side of his standing cock. you giggle before planting a kiss, causing a sigh to be released from itadori's lips. "you're...haa.." you continue to kiss and lick up and down the shaft, smiling as you make eye contact with him.
"im what? hm?" you pump his length before sucking the tip, yuji getting increasingly horny..and frustrated. his fingers swiftly move on the controller to leave the game before tossing the device on his desk. his calloused hands move to your hair before gripping it and pushing his hips up. he groans, wanting more. caught off-guard, you make a noise, his dick still in your mouth. the vibrations causing itadori to moan some more. "ohh..mhm..fuck..!"
you make it sloppy —licking; spitting, and sucking your poor boyfriend’s twitching member. you chuckle a little before you hollow your cheeks, bobbing up and down as you maintain eye contact. yuji moans, his hand flying over his mouth as his head falls back, his eyes closing shut.
you suddenly pull away, creating a pop! noise in which yuji opens his eyes and whines in protest with the sudden lack of warmth. “wha…why…fuuck..!” yuji groans/whines, his hand pumping his length as ways to continue the stimulation. his whines fill the room along with sounds of his hand jerking himself off as you stare up at the sorcerer. his brown eyes are slightly narrowed, his brows pinched and his pink hair slightly sticks to his forehead. he looks …so hot.
“you gonna cum?” you ask, smirking a little as you stare up at your boyfriend. yuji nods and groans, panting a few ‘yes’s and ‘baby.’ “mhmm…mm…yeaa i’m gonna cum” yuji continues pumping his cock as you stare up at him. you gently coo as you fondle his balls; the sorcerer moaning in response before cumming all over. his cum spurting onto parts of his shirt and leg. as yuji comes down, he glances down at you with a blissed out expression —clearly having gone through a mixture of sensations.
you giggle and grab his still hard, dick, gently gripping it into your hand and continue pumping before drooling onto it. yuji chuckles breathlessly as he looks down at you. “if you continue doing that…i might have to fuck you,” he says as you slowly play with his cock. before you could respond, yuji leans forward, picks you up, and drops you on the bed behind him, already pulling down your pants and pushing your soaked panties aside. “since you wanna tease so much... lemme show you.”
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I love ballet and I love gojo, so could you do gojo bringing his cute little daughter to ballet class please?
twirl — gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: hehe I am so happy dad!gojo is getting some love; hope you enjoy
“you got your water bottle?”
“mhm!”
“your shoes?”
“yup!”
“did you give mommy a kiss?”
“yeah!”
“good girl; now, do a twirl.”
she excitedly does as told and squeals in happiness when satoru picks her up and spins her around, “that’s my pretty little princess!”
he gently puts her down and she holds his index finger. he blows you a kiss then bends to tell her, “say bye to mommy.”
“bye, mommy! I love you!”
you chuckle, “I love you too, sweetie! have fun!”
and so satoru embarks on a journey to d/n’s ballet class.
the car ride is full of d/n’s favorite songs accompanied by her dad’s horrible singing that she somehow likes.
when he gets there, he notices that he is the only dad there, save for two other cool dads.
the mothers are also completely enamored by satoru, and while another time he would boast in the attention, his priority right now is his daughter, his daughter that looks very scared and nervous.
he sits on the ground so he is at eye level with her, “what’s up, pretty?”
she pads her way into his arms, and he instantly embraces her. he gently pats her back, and the last thing on his mind is how uncomfortable the position is for him. her little hands clutch his shirt, “what if I do bad?”
“I know you will do amazing,” he grins and squishes her cheeks, “and even if you do, mistakes are okay, and most importantly, daddy’s always here to save the day!”
d/n nods with a small smile. she gives him a tight hug, before she pulls back and starts fidgeting with her fingers. she looks up to him with matching azure eyes, “can you dance with me?”
he abruptly stands up then points at a small boy, “get me a tutu!”
and that’s how you found your husband killing it with d/n on her ballet class.
they did have to put him further away from the kids because of his gigantic legs, but he is still having the time of his life. d/n is also very entertained with her dad and is trying to copy his every move, completely forgetting about the ballet teacher.
the mothers are also very amused by the act, with some nudging their husbands to do the same. little do they know that satoru is unmatched in whatever he tries, especially when he is trying to impress his little princess.
she starts squealing and jumping in place, “daddy, you’re so cool!”
he spins around before stopping to peck her cheek, “thank you, cutie!”
“satoru, what are you—?”
“wifey!” he screams before launching at you and pulling you into one big bear hug. of course, satoru is a show-off, and he likes to make a statement. that’s why he dips you and kisses you in front of everyone in the room. he pulls you back up, chuckling at your shocked expression.
“mommy! mommy!” she dashes to you and hugs your leg. she then quickly looks at satoru, tugging on his pants, “daddy!” she points at her cheek, “kiss, please!”
he swiftly picks her up and starts peppering her face with kisses and you watch with a warm smile. after he is done with his ambush, he sets her down with another hug. she looks a lot more confident and is willing to go on and try again by herself.
satoru is about to declare his mission successful, but someone rudely interrupts his victory dance.
a boy shyly makes his way towards d/n, who is right beside satoru. the boy looks at the ground, a pink hue coating his cheeks. he starts to murmur softly, “um, h—hi; I am—“
satoru crouches on the ground and stares at the boy. the kid is clutching a freaking rose. your husband’s dad instincts go off and he turns the boy around and lightly pushes him away, “go play with your friends, buddy.”
the boy turns back to satoru, but, this time, he is frowning at the man, “I wanna give d/n a flower!”
“well, I am here to do that, so you can go away,” satoru stands up proudly, “and! I give her flowers, not just one!”
the boy’s frown deepens and he turns to his friends and whistles for them to come over. quickly, a gang of 6 year old boys are at satoru’s feet. the boy points at satoru, “this man won’t let me give d/n a flower…attack!”
and because your husband’s petty like that, he keeps his infinity on and doesn’t flinch in the slightest. the kids keep trying to punch and kick him, but he doesn’t falter. he grins smugly at you, and you merely roll your eyes with a smile.
meanwhile, d/n already went to continue her class like nothing is happening.
you have no idea how the parents or ballet teacher are letting these kids ‘gang up’ on your husband, but you guess that everyone wants some entertainment every once in a while. plus, most of the kids got tired and ditched the ambush anyway.
now, no one is left but the flower boy.
the poor kid is panting and struggling as he looks up at the smug man. satoru smiles at you, turning off his infinity, “see, babe? told ya nothing can—“
the little boy has kicked your husband’s shin, harshly too. he huffs, holding back tears, “you’re a meanie!” he runs away to his mom, leaving satoru to hold his leg in pain.
you frown sympathetically at the boy, “satoru, you made him cry.”
“well, you’re going to make me cry with how little you care about how I am in pain right now!”
