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❝ 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 .ᐟ ❞ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈.

[satoriee]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⋮ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 ⋮ 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⋮ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ⋮ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑

ᯤ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 . . . ── 22%, she/her, sagittarius, literature student. gege akutami survivor & redbull enthusiast. not spoilers free. minors do not dial.

・・・ dark mode recommended ⭑.ᐟ

❝ music to his ears. ❞ ft. perv!jo

⏻ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐄. all writing on this blog belongs to me. do not repost, translate, or modify without permission. do NOT feed my work to AI.

[sugurusbeloved]

⠀⠀୭ ˖ nerd!jo keeps using your sex toys !⠀ˎˊ˗

the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.

so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.

you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.

and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.

“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"

he lacks even the basic decency to look up from his own groin, refusing to acknowledge your presence at the foot of your bed. his chest heaves under an oversized anime t-shirt, hips giving a needy little twitch as the rattle of the motor continues to pleasure his nerve endings. he rolls his head back into your pillows, letting out a shaky, wet moan that sounds nearly pornographic.

“shh… wait a sec,” he pants, his voice thick and raspy; a world apart from his typically fast-talking cadence that usually annoys the shit out of you. “i'm almost there. don’t be mad, it just… it feels so much better than my hands…”

you’ve had the boundary talks. you’ve threatened to lock your door (which he can bypass anyway). you’re tired, your feet hurt, and the audacity of him sitting in your room, treating your personal drawer like his own candy shop without an ounce of shame, makes your blood boil.

you stride over to the bed, and before his overstimulated brain can register the sudden movement, you reach down and wrench his hand away from his grip, sending the toy clattering onto the floorboards.

“hey!” he whines, a petulant, spoiled-brat pout instantly forming on his lips as his eyes finally dart up to yours. “i was literally right there! c’mon, that’s just cruel—”

unable to tolerate his dumb whining a second longer, you drop to your knees beside the mattress and clamp your hand around the bottom of his cock with intentional force. before he can even puff at the sudden restriction of his blood flow, you raise your other hand to land a stinging slap directly across the pink flesh of his tip with a loud smack!

satoru gasps, his spine arching off beautifully as his body spasms from the impact. his vivid blue eyes are now blown wide, blinking rapidly behind his spectacles while a miserable whimper spills from his plush lips. "do you think you can just use my things because you are too lazy to buy your own?"

​to penalize his arrogance further, ensuring the lesson sinks into his imbecile brain, you squeeze your thumb and forefinger around the tender skin beneath the swollen mushroom head and pinch, using enough force to guarantee a lasting red mark.

the reaction is instantaneous. the agony of the nip, combined with another slap across his aching dick, pushes his nervous system into overload. satoru releases a startled shriek, his hips thrashing desperately as he tries to wrench his hips away from your horrific grip, thighs jerking against the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the blinding pain.

​but your hands are unrelenting, and the torment only accelerates the climax. his cock throbs spastically as if its trying to communicate something using morse code before he erupts.

thick, pearly ropes of cum shoot straight up, splattering across his own flat stomach and the hem of his shirt, dripping down the pale skin of his abs.

“oh god—” he groans, voice cracking as his upper body collapses back into the pillows, the sudden impact knocking his glasses off his nose to land sideways on the mattress. he looks like a total wreck; his mouth hanging open, a thin strand of saliva bridging his lips as he stares up at you with dazed, dilated pupils that consume his baby blue irises.

even as the intense peak subsides, his hips give one final, weak roll against your hand, and he possesses the sheer nerve to smile—a lazy, unrepentant smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face.

“do… do that again,” he whispers, breathless and shameless as ever, cocking his head like an overly enthusiastic bunny. “slap it again for me..?”

[neotoru]

‧₊ ˚⊹ gojo loves seeing you wear his blindfold 18+

note written for this request ! hope u enjoy it cutie this was so fun to write need him to do this to me soooo bad genuinely

cw sensory deprivation (you can't see anything), satoru is very caring & he calls u baby/babe/good girl, oral f receiving, pinv, creampie

the door to your apartment clicked open, followed by the heavy, exhausted sigh that almost always accompanied satoru after returning from a special-grade mission. 

usually, the moment he crossed the threshold, that silky black blindfold of his was immediately shoved into his pocket. he always kept it off around you, especially when things got intimate. 

“i want to see all of you, baby,” he’d murmur against your skin, those infinite blue eyes tracking every change in your skin temperature and every tiny twitch of your body. he claimed that looking at you was the only thing that truly rested his mind, gave his six eyes a chance to look at something pretty, for once. 

tonight, though, as he wandered into your shared bedroom, he stopped at the foot of the bed. you were propped up against the pillows, nose in a new book, in one of his oversized shirts. gojo thought you just looked so cute like that, plush thighs crossed over each other as you gave him a warm smile. he watched you for a moment, his fingers reaching up to the hem of his blindfold. he began to slip it off, but as the fabric pooled in his palm, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. 

before you could bookmark your place, the mattress dipped. he leaned over you, gently plucking the novel from your hand and placing it on the nightstand. 

“hey—” you started, but the protest died in your throat. 

satoru caught your jaw in his hand, tilting your face up as he leaned down and kissed you. though, it wasn't his usual need, post-misson hunger, no. this time was slower, more deliberate. a gentle melting of your lips that caught you completely off guard and made your breath hitch in your throat. you sank into the mattress, your hands automatically finding the fabric of his uniform as he took his time with you, tongues dancing across one another in a messy tango. 

when he finally broke away, it was agonisingly slow. a thin, silver strand of saliva connected your glossy lips to his in the dim light from the bedside lamp. he smirked, thumb wiping the corner of your mouth before trailing down to hold the back of your neck gently. 

then, you felt the smooth material of his blindfold brush against your forehead. before you could even begin to register what he was doing, satoru slid the dark fabric over your eyes. the world instantly went pitch-black, the cool silk a stark contrast against your suddenly burning skin. instinctively, your hands flew up to touch it. 

“satoru… what are you doing?” your voice cracked, a sudden spike of adrenaline making your heart hammer against your ribs. 

he caught your wrists effortlessly in one hand, pinning them gently (but still firmly) above your head against the pillows. you heard a low, rumbling chuckle reverberate in his chest before your felt the warmth of his breath against your ear. 

“shhh,” he cooed, his voice a velvet purr, sending shivers scampering straight down your spine. “you trust me, don't you, baby?”

locked in darkness, your senses were already so heightened. you could smell the familiar musk of cologne and sweat that clung to him; you could hear the rustle of his clothes as he shifted over you. swallowing hard, you tilted your head up blindly towards his voice and nodded. 

“good girl,” satoru whispered, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw. he released your wrists, his large, warm hands instead sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. “lay back and let me make you feel good, yeah?”

the darkness was absolute, turning every second into an agonisingly slow waiting game. unable to see him, your world narrowed down entirely to the heat of his body hovering over yours. 

he didn't rush. his steady hands slid down your thighs, dragging the hem of your shorts up just enough to press his palm flat against the centre of your heat. even through the fabric, he could feel that you were already soaked, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he applied a rhythmic, teasing pressure against your clit. 

“look at you,” he murmured, voice low. “so sensitive.” 

leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck, he bit gently at the sensitive skin there before trailing a path of wet kisses down to your collarbone. his hands moved to the edge of your t-shirt, tugging lightly. 

“arms up for me, baby,” he instructed softly. 

and you obeyed instantly; of course you did. when you were lying underneath him, totally at his mercy, you almost had no choice but to comply with his orders. you lifted your hands as he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere on the floor. a moment later, your shorts followed. now, you were entirely naked, save for the thick fabric of his blindfold securely covering your eyes. 

without your sight, your other senses flared up—hyper-aware of every little sensation. every small brush of his calloused fingers over your skin felt like an electric shock. every ghost of his breath against your bare stomach made you shiver, goosebumps breaking out across your arms and legs. you could hear the rustle of the bedsheets, the sound of his breathing, his maddeningly slow movements. 

without warning, his tongue swiped across your sticky cunt in a hot, wet strip. you arched off the bed with a sharp cry, fingers tangling in the sheets. satoru chuckled against your inner thigh, holding your hips down securely as he parted your sappy folds with his tongue. he began to eat you out slowly, carefully, tongue swirling over your clit and dipping inside your needy hole with perfect precision. it felt incredible, magnified tenfold by the pitch-black void you were floating in. all of your senses were captured by his mouth on your pussy, the only thing you could feel in this moment. all you could do was helplessy rock your hips against his mouth, whimpering his name as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your lower stomach. 

as he lapped at you like a man starved, the waves of an orgasm began to peak. and then, he pulled away. 

“s-satoru!” you whined, reaching out for him. 

a soft laugh emanated from him. “not just yet, babe.”

the sudden absence of his touch was all but infuriating and, without your eyes to guide you, the silence stretching between you felt huge. you didn't know what was going to happen next, where or how he was going to touch you. you just lay there, utterly breathless, ready to take whatever he was going to give you. 

the wobbling mattress underneath you snapped you out of your thoughts, followed by the unmistakable ziiiiip of him undoing his trousers. your mind didn't even have time to process the sound before the tip of his cock dragged a mind-bendingly slow line right through your slick, brushing heavily against your clit. he groaned directly into your ear, the deep sound vibrating throughout your entire body and sending a violent tremor down your neck. your cunt practically throbbed with desperation, your breathing ragged and shaky, eager for the friction. 

“please,” your voice broke on the miserable word. 

gojo caught your lips in a kiss just as he pushed his hips forward, sliding into you all at once. it was a stretch that made you moan into his mouth. he paused, letting you relish in the sheer fullness of him stretching you open, anchoring you to the bed. 

when he did finally begin to move, he took it nice and slow. it was so different to how the two of you normally fucked—desperate and animalistic—and so, so good. each thrust was intentional, burying himself deep inside you before pulling back until he was almost entirely out, only to shove himself back into you until his cock was hitting the spongy spot inside of you that made your eyes screw shut in pleasure. your arms came up to entwine themselves in his silky hair as your velvety walls fluttered around his length, eliciting a drawn-out groan from him. 

he kept the pace achingly gentle, his lips never leaving your skin, kissing your jaw, your cheeks, your temple, all while his voice poured a never-ending waterfall of tender praise into your ear. 

“doing so good for me…” he rasped, hips rolling against yours. “so—ngh—wet for me, baby.” 

you whined out, legs wrapping tightly around his firm waist to pull him infinitely deeper, your hands clutching at his hair. 

“this feel good? tell me,” he demanded softly, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip. your nodded frantically, unable to form words as the friction began to light the sparks in your belly that threatened to burst into roaring flames. satoru looked down at you, taking in the contrast of his own blindfold draped so beautifully over your tear-stained face. “you look so— fuck— so pretty like this, with my blindfold on you.” 

after a while, his strokes became all too much to bear. with his compliments ringing in your ears and every sensation being absolute ecstasy, it wasn’t long before your walls clamped down tight around him as the coil in your stomach shattered. 

“fuck— satoru— s’good, gonna cum—”

a loud, shattered sob left you as your orgasm crashed over you in rolling waves, his name a mantra on your lips mixed with breathless moans and whimpers. 

hearing you break, satoru lost his dominating grip on his control. he moaned loudly, pace snapping into fast, messy thrusts. he drove himself into you only once, twice more until he hit his own limit. with a choked groan against your neck, his body stiffened as he came inside of you, filling you completely and utterly up. 

the rapid thud of his heart gradually slowed against your own chest as he remained draped over you for a while, letting the lingering warmth of the climax settle between you both. he was quiet for a long moment as you breathed him in, his forehead resting against yours. 

with a contented sigh, he pushed himself up on his elbows. his hands, which had been so firm and demanding just moments before, were incredibly gentle as they reached for the blindfold on your face. 

“let’s get this off you, baby,” he murmured, voice gravelly. 

he carefully slipped the fabric up and off of your eyes. the dim, warm light of the bedroom flooded back in. immediately, you buried your face in his neck so as to dull the piercing sensation.

“so bright,” you whimpered into his skin. 

one of his hands cradled the back of your neck as he shifted your bodies so that you were laying in each other’s embrace. when you finally looked up at him, he was already looking down at you—those striking blue eyes were soft yet bright, filled with an overwhelming sense of adoration. a sleepy smile graced his lips as he brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. 

he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “you did so well, baby. sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. i got the idea and i couldn't help myself.” his smile became more shy.  

he was so utterly breathtaking like this—all sweaty and shining under the incandescent light, milky cheeks tinged a pretty pink. “don't apologise, toru,” you gently flicked him on the forehead. “that was so good.”

gojo breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing. “okay, good. i’m glad you liked it.” 

you couldn't help but laugh at his response. a full-bellied laugh that shook the two of you. 

“what?!” he looked shocked. “why was that funny?”

“you’re saying you couldn't tell if i enjoyed it even after i literally just came all over you?” you giggled and satoru rolled his eyes jokingly. 

“yeah, yeah whatever,” he pulled you close, into his chest. “never hurts to check.”

masterlist

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gojo taglist @storuhrts

[satoriee]

hiii, did you used to have an old blog?

hi!! i didn’t, but i do write for another fandom already :) this is just me spreading my wings

[satoriee]

are you team sub or dub? 👁️

okay so the first time i watched jjk was with dub because otherwise i get tunnel vision and focus too much on the subtitles, i didn’t want to miss anything. but now that i’m rewatching, i do it with sub for the full experience!! hot (?) take tho: i personally don’t hate Toji’s english VA 😭 i think the voice really suits him. on the other hand, hearing Suguru in sub rewired my brain

[satoriee]

The "music to his ears" as the first story was already such a banger 😭 And also your phone-styled layout is genuinely so fun! I saw some people requesting femjo fics….. I’ll be waiting for my wifey with clenched thighs…

thank you so so much 💕 i am LOVING your whole theme, the pinks are just so cute!! and i saw that you write for fem!jo too which means more food for me 😛 squirt circle for fem!jo, you lead this session

[ma0chi77]

wipp

[purrtoru]

satoru doesn’t realize just how tall he is. . . "( – ⌓ – )

tall boyfriend perks are really good.

he reaches everything. top shelves, high cabinets, that one lightbulb you swore you’d get to later— done in seconds, no stool needed.

he doubles as your personal ladder and your built-in heater. you’re basically wrapped in a walking blanket 24/7.

but the cons?

he takes up space without meaning to, and the fact he already loves manspreading whenever doesn’t help at all.

it’s as if everything has gotten smaller. that’s the only logical explanation. because there’s no way one man should be able to take up this much space.

“baaabe,” you whine, shoving at his shoulder. “move.”

a sleepy hum is your only response. one long arm tightens around your waist, dragging you back against him like you haven’t just spent the last five minutes trying to wiggle free.

“you’re warm,” he mumbles into your hair, voice thick with sleep. “stay.”

“i’m gonna fall off the bed. you’re literally on my side.”

this is your life— losing every nightly battle for mattress territory, practically kicked out of your bed simply because he can’t keep his limbs to himself.

a frustrated groan slips out before you give up, finally managing to slip out from his hold. he shifts, reaching instinctively for you, but you’re already gone, padding out of the bedroom and collapsing onto the couch.

it lasts exactly ten minutes.

you wake up once more to something heavy pressing into your back.

“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”

behind you, half-folded onto a couch that is very much not built for a grown man his size, satoru has somehow wedged himself in, arms wrapped tightly around you.

“you left,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your shoulder without opening his eyes.

“because you took over the entire bed.”

“mm.. sorry.”

“and now you’re taking up the entire couch as well.”

he hums again, clearly unconcerned, and pulls you even closer— if that’s somehow possible.

you try to twist around to glare at him, but his grip only tightens, his legs tangling with yours until escape is officially impossible.

“mooove.”

“don’t wanna,” he shoots back, a lazy grin tugging at his lips even in the dark.

you sigh, defeated, resting back against him.

[yummidumplingss]

letting frat!kuna come on your glasses

sukuna loved your glasses.

it was practically the first thing he noticed about you when you two first met. and you quickly caught on how much he loved them.

he would always beg you to keep them on while you two had sex, sometimes even begging you to let him cum on them.

hell, every time you crawled onto his lap and started kissing along his jaw all he could imagine was how he was going to paint your lenses white with his cum.

you used to always say no, saying that it was too hard to clean afterwards and how you could always smell his cum on your face throughout the day even if he offered to clean them for you.

you only said yes on special occasions. just like today.

you had been tutoring sukuna for his midterm, determined to get him at least above a 70%.

though he wasn’t as determined as you. for some reason he was content with his usual 60%.

so what did you do? motivate him of course!

“sukuna. are you even paying attention?” you whisper yelled at him after being yelled at yourself by the librarian earlier.

sukuna had his head shoved in his hands, groaning in response before mumbling what sounded like a mocking yes underneath his breath.

you let out a sigh, turning your body to full face him.

“c’mon, you have to study. these are your midterms we’re talking about, you can’t afford to fail these, ‘kuna.”

he lifted his head up, still not facing you while his hands fidgeted with your pencil. “i know, but i just don’t get it. there’s no way i’m gonna learn all of this in time.”

you felt your chest tighten.

before you sat the infamous frat boy, ryomen sukuna, confessing to his girlfriend with the saddest puppy look painted on his ink covered face that he didn’t understand physics.

you did the only thing you could do at that moment because what good was having a nerd girlfriend if she couldn’t help out her boyfriend in his academic stump?

you shifted in your seat, scooting closer to sukuna and using one of your hands to tug on his sleeve while the other covered the side of ear to whisper in it.

“i’ll let you cum on my glasses if you pass.”

sukuna whipped his head around so fast he almost hit you. his sad look now replaced with wide eyes and ears as red as a tomato.

before you could say anything else he sprung up out of his chair, startling both you and the other people in the library.

you looked up at him, eyebrows practically shot up to your hairline. “what are you doing?”

“i’m going to check out a physics book.”

the man didn’t even own a physics book.

so it definitely came to your surprise when sukuna texted you a picture of his midterm with a big fat 91% circled in red ink at the top of his paper a week after.

so now here you were, keeping up your end of the deal.

you were both fully bare, sukuna sprawled across the bed, legs spread open for you to kneel in between.

he had just came from his class, skipping the next just so he could finally get the reward he waited a week for.

“fuck, just like that, baby.” sukuna groaned. one hand placed on the back of your head, palm so big he practically covered your entire head, while the other was gripping at the sheets, fighting for his life to not thrust up into your mouth. “good fucking girl. you want me to paint your face that fucking bad?”

you hummed around his cock, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat with every bop of your head. the sounds coming out of you sounded horrifically pronagraphic.

sukuna could only laugh, “dirty girl. what would people say if they knew their precious little nerd was over here with her boyfriend’s cock down her throat, practically begging for me to ruin those pretty little glasses?” he reached out to push your glasses back up your face, empathizing his words.

you moaned at his rude comment, keeping your hands on his thighs, droll dripping down your chin and his cock onto the bed. you knew sukuna liked it messy. and sukuna knew you liked it a little humiliating.

pulling off his cock with a loud pop! you started to lick from the base up, gathering up all your saliva only to spit it back into his aching tip only to watch it all dribbled back down.

not only did his cock twitch at that, sukuna fucking whimpered at the action.

you traced the bulging vain on the underside of his cock with your tongue, glasses fogging up while they kept on bumping into him.

“holy shit, fuck, i can feel the cold rims of your fucking glasses all over my dick, baby.” sukuna groaned, crimson eyes locked on yours as you placed a small kiss on his tip, hoping to try and cool it down before enveloping it back in your mouth.

“fucking slut. you know what you do to me— hahh shit.” sukuna groaned, mouth agape as he stared down at you. “i-i can’t take it anymore. ‘m sorry, sweetheart.”

your eyebrows furred in confusion before his other hand shot out, both of them now gripping your head to bob you up and down his leaking cock.

digging your nails into his thighs, you couldn’t help but tear up at the sudden roughness of the thrusts of his hips.

“hah— you’re, fuck, y-you— fuck!”

the man couldn’t even speak anymore.

“yeah, yeah. there’s my good girl, fuck, my sweet little slut wants me to cum all over those cute little glasses of hers, isn’t that right, baby?”

you could only moan around his cock, the vibrations shooting up his spine, cheeks hollowing out around his cock to try and get him to come faster.

“holy shit,” sukuna mumbled, hand tugging on your hair to pull you up.

you twisted your head away, trying to catch your breath. immediately gulping up air before coughing at all the saliva stuck in the back of your throat.

sukuna’s free hand shot out, gripping your chin hard enough to move you back to face his flushed cock.

his hand left your chin only to come down to stroke his cock at a rapid pace. the hand on your head gripped your hair a little harder, forcing you lower and closer to his cock.

“ahh— shit, just stay right there f’me, pretty.”

sukuna came with a loud groan, cum shooting out to cover all over your glasses, some even landing right above them and dripping down onto the bridge of your nose.

hell, he aimed high to hit your glasses that some even ended up getting into your hair, coating the top of your head along with his fingers that were still tightly holding you down.

you could only whine when sukuna rubbed his tip on your lenses, cum getting on both sides before slapping his still hard dick all over your now fogged up and cum covered glasses.

sukuna was breathing heavily, post orgasm now hitting him hard. “s-so fucking pretty f’me.”

then to no one’s surprise, he dipped his tip into some of the cum that happened to land on your cheek, then moving back to wipe it all over on your glasses.

sukuna groaned at the sight before him, tapping his cock on your lips and tilting your head back farther.

“go ahead. clean me up, sweets.”

you huffed before sticking your tongue out to kitten lick along his tip. sukuna laughed at how obedient you were.

grin wide on his face, his moved his hand from your head, tongue coming out to lick his cum off before using his index finger to write on one of your lenses.

a large letter S written in his cum was now sitting so nicely on your fogged up lenses.

“fuck,” was all he said before pulling you off his cock and tugging you up so he could capture your mouth in a rough, messy kiss.

he could never get over the feeling of your cum covered glasses pressing into his face as he licked into your mouth, swallowing your moans.

fuck was he happy he decided to cheat off satoru for this.

[satoriee]

Please please IF you ever write for sukuna can you do a femsukuna please or even a femgojo PLEASE 🙏

YES BOSS I WILL BOSS!! this ask just unlocked a juicy idea with true form!fem!sukuna but i gotta sit on it a bit as it might be too much too soon. definitely won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. gulp.

[satoriee]

wait your blog layout is actually phenomenal i’m obsessed

i actually busted my clit over this so thank you so much!! 💕 i took a peek at your masterlist and boy will i be eating good tonight ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) don’t mind if i lurk

[satoriee]

Okay well now I just haveeee to watch jjk ✋

you literally have no choice now. get jjk-pilled punk 😼

[satoriee]

SMOKE SESH WITH SHOKO SMOKE SESH WITH SHOKO SMOKE SESH WITH SHOKO SMO-

AHHHHHH LEMME WRITE THAT DOWN LEMME WRITE THAT DOWN!!! what if—and hear me out on this—i sprinkle a bit of a homoerotic friendship into the mix. classic 🚬

[satoriee]

Start with the Shoko fics for yesterday.

I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS SHIT SINCE THE HEIAN ERA.

i promise you it’s coming!! just gotta think of a worthy plot for #myqueen

[satoriee]

𐔌 . ⋮ music to his ears ── 呪術廻戦 ⋮ ‧₊˚ ꒱

⌗ pairing. satoru gojo x fem!reader, no-curses + college au.

⌗ content warnings. perv!jo ; established relationship ; sexual content ; mdni !!

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎, 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍 ── 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎

finding Satoru Gojo around campus isn’t exactly difficult.

most people expect to see him with Suguru and Shoko somewhere nearby, maybe even occasionally accompanied by economics major Nanami, whose tolerance for him seems to be wearing thinner by the day.

but on the rare occasions Satoru’s alone, chances are music isn’t far behind. sometimes, that means spotting him perched on the stone steps beside the courtyard fountain, acoustic guitar resting across his lap as deft fingers glide over the strings, idly picking through whatever melody happens to be stuck in his head. other times, he’s in the library, nodding along to whatever playlist is blasting through his headphones while untouched textbooks lie open in front of him, somehow acing every exam despite looking like he’s perpetually on vacation.

so no one bats an eye anymore when they spot him lounging beneath a sprawling oak tree, arms crossed loosely over his broad chest, long legs stretched out across the grass as the breeze toys with his snow-white hair and strips of sunlight dance across his sharp features.

why would they? it’s just Gojo and his signature headphones again—those reliable green ones with the cord disappearing into his pocket, plugged firmly into his white xperia. just another lazy afternoon for the campus golden boy, soaking up the warmth like he has all the time in the world. with his dark sunglasses shielding those crystal blue eyes, he looks less like a student dozing peacefully between classes and more like someone who wandered straight out of a college brochure: effortlessly handsome, impossibly relaxed, the kind of person the admissions office plasters easily across every poster.

a picture-perfect student.

but pouring into his ears isn’t his usual playlist—it’s you. or the video you recorded just for him last night, to be precise. the wet, filthy sounds are unmistakable—obscene squelches of your drenched pussy as you plunge two fingers deep inside yourself, pumping faster, harder, the lewd noises echoing with every thrust.

“Satoru… haa—yes, right there,” you moan on the recording, voice cracking with desperation. the audio captures everything in raw detail: the breathy gasps, the messy glide of your fingers through your soaking folds, the rhythmic schlick-schlick-schlick that grows louder as you chase your release.

a contented hum escapes him as the clip keeps playing, a low thrum of arousal pooling hot in his gut. his cock stirs eagerly against the front of his slacks, but he doesn’t bother hiding the lazy shift of his hips as he settles more comfortably. the smirk on his face deepens, a stark contrast to the peaceful image he’s currently projecting to the world; here he is, in broad daylight on a bustling college campus, secretly listening to his needy girlfriend finger-fucking herself. no one can hear your sloppy rhythm, or your cock-hungry moans, or how you gasp his name as you come; those wired headphones keep his perversion perfectly hidden.

it puts him in the best mood—energized, cocky, ready to crush the rest of the day. it has him buzzing with anticipation, already picturing later when he’ll see you in person. he has something delicious to look forward to: teasing you about the video, making you recreate those sounds live, watching you fall apart under his hands.

he doesn’t move when the audio loops back to the beginning. instead, he just sits there, letting the filtered sunrays warm his pale face as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

a group of guys from his quantum physics class wanders by, lifting a hand the moment they spot him. “Gojo! new playlist?”

if only they fucking knew.

he barely plucks one earbud out, flashing them a grin that doesn’t betray a thing. “yeah… something special. really hits the spot.” his voice is casual, effortless, and they laugh as they continue across the courtyard, none the wiser.

classic Gojo, they think.

back in those headphones, your voice hits that peak again—“Satoru, I’m… hmph, fuck!”—followed by a flood of pure ecstasy as you come hard, fingers burying deeper as your pussy clenches and gushes around them.

Gojo lets out a quiet, satisfied breath as he tips his head farther back against the rough bark, exposing the long column of his throat. his adam’s apple bobs with a slow swallow while the recording starts over once more.

yeah… if only they knew.

1 NEW MESSAGE baby’s first jjk post. kinda nervous. gulp. hey y’all…

⏻ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐄. all writing on this blog belongs to me. do not repost, translate, or modify without permission. do NOT feed my work to AI.

[t0jisbunny]

asking olderbf! toji his body count ♡

more olderbf! toji here

in hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have asked a question you didn’t want the answer to.

"soo… how many women have you even slept with?" you ask, slipping it into conversation since you were on the topic. you’ve been with toji for over two years now, you know about his past, you know he’s no saint — especially when it comes to women.

but you find yourself wondering far too often how many women your boyfriend has satisfied, how many women he’s had moaning his name whilst he fucks them stupid. the past is the past, you know that.

you just didn’t want to wonder anymore.

“you ain’t gonna like the answer,” toji responds, one arm around you as you sit curled up together on the couch in front of the TV.

you feel your stomach drop, heart beating faster in your chest. the thought of him with another woman makes you sick to your stomach — never mind possibly hundreds of them.

you begin to understand the saying "curiosity killed the cat.”

"…can you just give me a number?" you ask gingerly, unknowingly holding your breath as you await his answer. “didn’t know it mattered to you," he responds gruffly, eyes glued to the TV like this was some casual conversation.

you remove his hand from your shoulder, shuffling away a few inches with a faint pout on your face. you knew this was slightly unfair to him. he can’t change his past, but why wouldn’t he just tell you the number?

you finally catch his attention, hearing him huff as he turns to look at you. "cmon, doll. y’just askin’ shit you don’t wanna know." he pulls you closer again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you move away again, still frustrated, digging yourself into a deeper hole. "but why can’t you just tell me?"

your older boyfriend sighs again, not so much in irritation, mainly because he knew any answer he gave you would upset you in some way.

“i don’t have a number to give you. not like i counted," toji says, pausing the TV to give you his full attention. he pats his lap invitingly, "cmere."

you hesitantly climb into his lap. two large hands find your hips, securing you there like you might run away. “don’t work y’self up over it. you’re the one who matters to me. not them."

you nod, leaning in and burying your face in toji’s neck, melting into his lap. he rubs your back reassuringly, kissing your temple.

you stay like that for a moment, safe in his arms, reminding yourself that you are the woman he loves — his past was practically meaningless. "m’sorry for getting jealous," you say quietly, breaking the silence.

"you’re hot when you’re jealous," he purrs, threading his fingers through your soft hair. "s’okay. gonna remind my pretty girl how much i love her," he adds, cock hardening beneath you.

a needy whine escapes you, two hands fisting the collar of his shirt. "please…"

he’ll fuck you until your intrusive thoughts were long gone — until you had no coherent thoughts left at all.

a/n; thank u sm for 3.1k MWAHHH!

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. you are unsure if you like girls but shoko is very sure she wants to help you find out

being unsure of your own sexuality is one thing. having your crush be the one to find out is a whole different disaster.

it happens on a completely normal saturday, the kind where you do nothing but lie on your dorm bed with a stack of magazines you definitely pay too much for at the convenience store, flipping through quizzes about which sorcerer technique matches your personality and whether your ideal partner is “spontaneous” or “steady.”

except you land, somehow, on a quiz titled “are you sure you’re straight?” and instead of laughing it off and turning the page like a normal person, you actually grab a pen and start answering it.

which is exactly the position shoko finds you in when she lets herself into your room without knocking, because she never knocks, because four years of friendship has apparently erased her understanding of personal space entirely.

“whatcha doing,” she says, already flopping down on the end of your bed before you can even sit up properly, and you very nearly launch the magazine across the room in a full panic, except that would make it obvious something is wrong, so instead you just sort of freeze with it pressed flat against your chest.

“nothing,” you say, in the exact tone of someone who is absolutely doing something.

shoko raises an eyebrow, reaches over and plucks the magazine right out of your hands before you can stop her, and you make a strangled noise of protest that does nothing to help your case.

she looks at the page. then she looks at you. then she looks back at the page, and you watch, in real time, the exact moment she clocks the title. “are you sure you’re straight,” she reads aloud. “question one: who do you notice first: men or women?”

“it was just there,” you say, which is possibly the weakest defense in the history of defenses, “i was bored, it doesn’t mean anything, it’s a magazine quiz, they’re not scientifically—”

“question two,” shoko interrupts without missing a beat. “‘have you ever wanted to kiss a girl?’”

“shoko,” you groan. “stop.”

“did you answer yes?”

“shoko.”

“i’m just reading the magazine.”

“you’re reading it out loud.”

“correctly.”

you let out a noise somewhere between a whine and a dying gasp, already reaching for the pillow beside you.

“question three,” shoko continues, entirely unbothered. “‘when you picture your ideal romantic partner, whose face comes to mind first.’ you wrote a name here and then scratched it out so hard you ripped the paper.”

“i did not—”

“you did. there’s a hole in the page. i can see through it to the ad for skin care products behind it.”

you drop your face into the pillow, and shoko, mercifully, stops reading it out loud, though she absolutely does not stop smiling.

“so,” she says instead, setting the magazine aside and leaning back on her hands. “you’re sitting here doing a teen magazine questionnaire to find out your sexuality made by people who also think ‘what’s your dream vacation’ can tell you your soulmate’s zodiac sign.”

“when you say it like that it sounds stupid.”

“it is stupid,” she says, nudging your knee with her foot. “those quizzes can’t actually tell you anything real. there’s an easier way to figure it out anyway.”

“…what easier way.”

“we could just kiss,” she says, like she is suggesting you split an order of fries. “way more reliable than a magazine quiz.”

“you’re joking.”

“i’m not, actually.”

“that’s—that’s not how any of this works,” you say, except your voice comes out about an octave higher than you mean it to, which does nothing for your credibility.

“sure it does,” shoko says, shifting closer on the bed. “you’ve got a hypothesis. i’m offering you a way to test it. this is basic scientific method.”

“i don’t think this is what they mean by scientific method.”

“details,” she says, and reaches out to tug the magazine fully out of your lap and toss it somewhere off to the side of the bed.

you open your mouth to argue further, to point out at least three more reasons this is a terrible idea, except none of the words come out in time, because shoko has already leaned in, slow enough that you have every opportunity to pull back and somehow don’t, and then her mouth is on yours and every single argument you’ve been building evaporates instantly.

it is, to be completely honest, a mess. you aren’t sure what to do with your hands, so they end up hovering awkwardly in the air for a second before landing stiffly on the blanket like you’ve forgotten they are attached to your body. you tilt your head the wrong way first, bump her nose slightly, make a small mortified noise against her mouth that you are going to be thinking about at 3 a.m. for the rest of your life, and generally kiss like someone who has absolutely no idea what she is doing, which, in fairness, you don’t.

shoko, on the other hand, kisses like someone who has already known the outcome of this experiment before it starts. unhurried, steady, one hand coming up to rest against your jaw like she is simply confirming something she has already suspected for a while, completely unbothered by your nose-bump or the strangled sound you made or the fact that you froze for a full second like your brain briefly rebooted.

when she finally pulls back, just enough to look at you, you are fairly certain your whole face has turned some shade of red that doesn’t have an official name yet.

“okay,” she says. “data point collected.”

“i—” you start, and then stop, because you genuinely have no idea how to finish that sentence. you don’t know what you expect. panic, maybe. confusion. some kind of internal debate. instead there is just a loud, obvious, undeniable certainty sitting in your chest.

“you okay?” shoko asks, and there is something almost gentle under the smugness, like she actually wants to know.

“yeah.”

“did you like it?”

“yeah,” you say again.

“you wanna do that again?”

“yeah,” you say, for the third time, and immediately feel like an idiot for it, because apparently your entire vocabulary has been reduced to one single word.

shoko is kissing you again before you’ve even fully caught your breath from the first time, and this one feels different immediately, slower to start but somehow more sure of itself, like you’ve both quietly agreed there is no reason to pretend to be casual about it anymore.

you don’t freeze this time. your hands find her waist instead of hovering uselessly in the air, and when she tilts her head you tilt with her instead of against her, some instinct finally catching up to what your brain has been too scrambled to manage the first round.

shoko hums low in her throat, pleased, and shifts even closer, one hand sliding from your jaw into your hair, and when she deepens the kiss just slightly, testing, her tongue brushing yours in a way that is clearly meant to be a tease rather than anything more, you make a small sound against her mouth that has absolutely nothing awkward about it this time.

“see,” she murmurs, pulling back just far enough to talk, lips still barely brushing yours, voice noticeably rougher than her usual bored drawl. “getting better already.”

“shut up,” you breathe, and pull her back in before she can say anything else insufferably smug, which, judging by the small satisfied sound she makes against your mouth, is exactly the reaction she is hoping for.

the kiss deepens almost immediately, like neither of you can pretend it’s still just an experiment anymore. shoko’s fingers tighten in your hair, guiding you as her tongue slides against yours again—less teasing this time, more insistent. you taste the faint hint of the strawberry candy and something warmer, something that makes your stomach flip.

a low, shaky sound escapes you, and shoko swallows it greedily, shifting until her body is half over yours on the narrow dorm bed. the magazine thumps forgotten to the floor. one of her knees presses between your legs for balance, and the casual pressure of it sends heat rushing through you so fast your head spins.

“still good?” she murmurs against your mouth, barely pulling away.

you answer by chasing her lips, hands sliding up under the hem of her loose shirt to press against the warm skin of her waist. she’s softer than you expected, and the way she shivers under your touch makes you bolder. your fingers trace the line of her spine, and shoko hums into the kiss—pleased, almost purring.

the next few minutes blur. kisses turn wetter, slower, then hungry again in waves. she nips at your bottom lip and you arch up into her without thinking. one of her hands leaves your hair to trail down your side, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of your breast through your shirt. not quite there, but close enough that your breath hitches sharply.

“shoko—” you gasp when she begins to kiss down along your neck.

“hmm?”

you don’t even know what you were going to say. something about this being crazy, or too fast, or please don’t stop—none of it matters. instead you tug her back up by the collar of her blouse and kiss her harder, tongues tangling, bodies pressing closer until there’s no space left between you.

her thigh shifts higher between your legs, and the friction pulls a needy sound from your throat that would mortify you later if you had any brain cells left to feel embarrassment.

shoko pulls back just enough to look at you, lips kiss-swollen and shiny. “better than a magazine quiz?” she asks, brushing her thumb over your damp lower lip.

you laugh breathlessly, the sound dissolving into another kiss as you roll slightly, pulling her fully on top of you. her weight feels perfect, grounding and overwhelming all at once. hands roam more freely now—yours slipping further under her shirt and hers sliding down to grip your hip, encouraging the slow roll of your body against her thigh.

the room grows warmer, filled with the soft sounds of mouths meeting, quiet gasps, and the rustle of sheets. every time you think you’ve caught your breath, shoko changes the angle or the pressure and steals it all over again.

one of her hands slides up your side until her palm cups your breast through your thin shirt. she squeezes gently, thumb brushing over the peak of your nipple until it stiffens under her touch. a broken little sound escapes you and Shoko drinks it in like she’s starving for it.

“sensitive,” she murmurs and rolls your nipple between her fingers, teasing, testing, while her other hand stays at your hip.

you can’t even form words. your back arches, pressing harder into her hand, and shoko takes that as all the permission she needs. she shifts her weight, thigh sliding more firmly between your legs.

“fuck—shoko,” you manage, barely more than a breathy whimper.

she hums in response, kissing you again, her hand slipping under your shirt this time to touch bare skin. her palm is warm against your chest, fingers brushing and teasing until your head falls back against the pillow.

you feel her shift lower onto the bed, her weight settling between your legs as she pushes your shirt up and bunches the fabric above your chest. cool air hits your skin as she looks at you for a second, then leans in.

her breath ghosts over your left breast first. then her tongue slides slowly across the underside, tracing a lazy line upward. she takes her time, licking a broad stripe over your skin before circling the nipple with the tip of her tongue, unhurried. once, twice, then closes her lips and sucks gently.

you inhale sharply, one hand flying to her hair.

she hums against your skin and switches to the other breast. this time she licks around the nipple first, slow circles that get smaller and smaller until she flicks her tongue directly over the sensitive tip. then she sucks it into her mouth too, firmer than before, tongue pressing and rolling, her thigh still pressed firmly between your legs and matches the pace of her mouth.

your breathing becomes uneven each time she sucks a little harder. shoko glances up at you through her lashes and deliberately runs the flat of her tongue from the bottom of your right breast to your nipple, before catching it between her lips and tugging lightly.

“shoko…” you breathe out.

she pulls her mouth off your nipple with a wet sound and looks up at you, lips shiny. “you like that?”

you nod quickly, cheeks burning. “yeah… i do.”

she gives you a small smirk, then sits up and swings one leg over, straddling your hips. you feel her weight settle on top of you as she reaches down, grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it off. without looking, she tosses it aside.

underneath she’s wearing a simple red bra—barely there, lacy, the kind that does more to show than to hide. the color looks striking against her skin, and your eyes lock onto the way her breasts fill the thin cups.

shoko tilts her head, watching you stare. “help me out of it,” she says quietly, almost like a challenge.

you sit up slowly, the movement awkward with her still straddling your lap. your hands are trembling as you reach behind her back, fingers brushing against warm skin while you search for the hook of her bra. you fumble the first try—the clasp slips from your shaky fingers—and you mutter a quiet curse under your breath.

shoko chuckles softly and leans in closer, her breath brushing your ear. “you’re so cute,” she murmurs.

her praise makes your face heat up even more, but it also steadies you a little. on the second try you manage to unhook the bra.t straps loosen, and shoko shrugs them off her shoulders, letting the red lace fall away.

she stays right there, straddling your lap, bare from the waist up now. her skin is warm where her chest brushes against yours. she leans in and kisses you again, slower this time but deeper, her bare breasts pressing softly against you as she cups the back of your neck.

your hands move on their own, sliding up her sides and then forward to touch her. she’s soft and warm under your palms, and when your thumbs brush over her nipples she makes a quiet sound against your mouth that sends another rush of heat through you.

she rocks her hips now, grinding down against your thigh while her hands push your bunched-up shirt higher. you help her tug it all the way off, then her fingers are at the waistband of your pants, teasing the edge but not pushing further yet.

“you still okay?” she asks between kisses.

“yeah,” you breathe. “don’t stop.”

shoko smiles against your lips. she shifts her weight, lays you back down on the bed, and follows you down. her mouth finds your neck, then your chest again, while her hands explore lower, slipping under the rest of your clothes. you do the same, fingers tracing down her back, over her hips, pulling her closer until there’s nothing but heat and skin and the sound of both of you breathing hard.

the rest of your clothes come off slowly, piece by piece, between messy kisses and wandering hands. shoko is patient but relentless, touching and tasting every inch she can reach, whispering little praises whenever you moan or shiver under her. you lose track of time, lost in the feel of her weight on top of you, her mouth, her fingers, the way she presses close and moves with you.

and for once, you don’t feel unsure about anything at all.