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may or may not have messed up this batch of brownies we'll see in 10 minutes 😢
oh yeah this -> kind of but not really but kind of
tasted great, loved the recipe I used I need to look for it again actually
stuck to the pan because of the sugar melting then hardening or something...heh (❁´◡`❁) I didn't have parchment that one time and the butter and flour method failed me. anyway doesn't matter i got it out eventually!
a work of art ❤︎
in which sukuna is completely enamoured with your new attire ⊹ fem!reader ⋮ fluff + suggestive ＼ 1.7k words
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀your husband had been rather busy with his noble duties — which simply meant being occupied by demolishing and terrorising the nearby village peoples for their lax worship towards both him and yourself and doing his best to create some alliances with other powerful curses, as per your request. thus you'd been left alone for the last few days by yourself to the confines of the majestic shrine, the sole company of yours being uraume.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you were really beginning to miss his presence — your chambers were now always so much quieter without his loud snoring reverberating against the four walls; the halls sounded empty without his booming footsteps echoing everywhere; any outings were so boring without his incessant complaining behind your back（even though he'd help you pick out whatever it was the moment you asked him and would blithely carry all the bags for you.）
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀to clear your mind and hopefully distract yourself from all of this, you decided to have yourself a lavish bath. it had been quite some time you'd done so, the last time being with sukuna for your anniversary a few months ago . . though the state of the powder room left a lot up for deliberation on whether or not the pair of you had actually got clean in any which way.
𝜗ৎ satoru sneaks in to fuck you for the first time
Your sleep eyes fluttered open at the faint sound of your window closing. The small dim lit lamp was the only source of light in your bedroom, but it was enough to see the outline of your boyfriend's muscular frame closing in.
"Hi baby.." He whispered quietly, not wanting to startle you as you were slowly coming to your senses. You sat up, fixing your messy hair, looking up at Gojo through your fallen lids.
"Satoru.. it's so late." You stated the obvious. The night was quiet, no traffic being heard, only the quiet hum of nearby insects.
You were surprised your dog didn't completely lose it or worse, your parents catching him in the middle of what seemed like a break in. "I know, love, I know." Gojo's heavy body plopped down comfortably beside you on the bed, placing his phone and wallet on your nightstand, adjusting the lamp to be brighter.
"I want to see you better." He placed his lips on your temple in a loving manner, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. "Missed you." He adjusted to lean against the headboard, a smile appearing on his face after you tiredly made your way onto his lap.
"I missed you too.." You mumbled against his chest, taking in the scent of the vanilla bodywash you gifted him last week when you found out he used a 3 in 1.
The hand on your waist rubbed you up and down in a soothing manner, keeping you close while the other caressed your thigh, feeling goosebumps show up. He crooked his neck at a certain angle to press his lips against yours in a series of long but gentle kisses.
"You're spiky.." You complained at the feeling of his slight stubble tickling your chin. It was barely visible since his hair was white and skin pale, but it was still touchable.
"Yeah? And you're soft." Gojo moaned against your mouth, hands moving way too close to your ass. His hold on you had become more possessive, pulling you completely flush against him.
It was clear what his intentions were.
It's been half a year since you two began dating. You've done everything together, except of course, have legitimate sex. You’ve allowed him to let out his frustrations on your needy cunt with his fingers or tongue before, so he knew how you tasted like. You, however, didn't know what he looked like underneath those pants.
He tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Take these off for me?"
Your eyes completely widened, any sign of tiredness being wiped off. How come you hadn't noticed his bulge poking the crap out of you from underneath?
"My shorts?" Your voice wobbled, nervously.
It's not that you weren't as experienced as he was, it was the fact that you weren't experienced at all. He was your first everything after all. A strained chuckle left his lips, reaching to grab your hand to press it against his raging boner. “Or.. you could take off mine?”
His eyes flickered over to your face, finally taking in that you looked uncomfortable. He quickly let go of you, instead moving up to hold your chin with his pointer and thumb. "Do you not want to do this, baby?" He asked with a worried tone. “I can stop.”
"We don't have to." Satoru reassured you once more. "I just.. I've been wanting to see my pretty girl."
let my drafted pinned posts marinate too long now I have a completely new theme I wanna do
he thinks he's so hot and cool with his big boobs and giant breasts. and his giant muscles. absolutely disgusting. I'll have to handle this in a room with him in which there are no others. for the sake of everyone else. don't thank me 🙏🏽
warnings. mdni. fem reader. cowgirl (except ur lazy to do the work so gojo has to guide u down himself) unproofread :/
You loathe physical labor in all its forms. It makes no difference if it's the work that sustains the world and society or the private exertion of pleasing yourself and your boyfriend. The moment you’re expected to take charge, you lose interest—mainly because you don't possess the stamina to stay on top.
Your inner thighs are soaked. Slick with shiny arousal and already cramping. Your muscles are shuddering under the strain of pinning him down, and your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. Beneath you, Gojo’s got white hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. He’s looking up at you with eyes that’d probably drop shards of crystal’s if ever brought to tears.
“Ok, I can’t.” You huff, deciding your spent and slumping forward until your forehead hits his bare chest. He’s still buried deep inside you, the thick head of his cock almost kissing your cervix. You feel for him, you really do, but the energy tank is empty. You don't have it in you to keep bouncing.
His fingers trail down your spine, tracing the vertebrae before digging into your ass. He lets out a whiny groan. “C’monnn, baby, giving up so soon? You did like barely five minutes of work. Don't leave me hanging.”
"Shut up," you breathe, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The scent of him swarms your every sense. "I’m too tired. My thighs burn when I go up ‘n down like that. You do it.”
“Awee, my sweet sweet baby can’t do it herself?” He coos. Mock pity dripping from every syllable. Stupid prick. “Need me to fuck her good? Help you grind that pretty pussy against my dick? Hm?”
He shifts. Slides his weight up against the headboard, spine going straight and large hands locking onto your hips like iron clamps. He doesn’t move, instead he stares down at you, eyes wide and tracking every twitch of your face with a knowing, tilted smile. You refuse to meet his eyes, mortified by the way he so crudely puts it and increasingly irritated that, despite your complaints, he still hasn’t done anything about it.
"Satoru, seriously. Shut up and just—"
"Just what?"
He drives upward. Crushing your hips down flat against his pelvis—an agonizingly deep press that buries him into you even further (if possible.) The invasion coaxes a gasp straight out of your throat.
He’s locked, amused by the way your pussy is gripping so tightly around him all while your supposed lack of energy. "Gotta ask me real nicely. Tell me you need me to do all the work and maybe I’ll do it. I like hearing it, y’know?”
noise complaint
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ in which sukuna ryomen is in a band, has an intimidating aura, and a crush on his nephew’s babysitter. who hates him. deeply.
yn’s moodboard / sukuna’s moodboard
cursed frequency / the sisterhood of the traveling vape
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college au! band au! modern au!
enemies to lovers kind of (i’m trying), might be ooc, curse words, cigarettes, man hating, mdni </3 disregard timestamps
© 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠. 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚. 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣.
18+ | trying to watch a movie with satoru goes as well as it always does ༉‧₊˚.
if you had a penny for every time you’ve tried to watch a movie with satoru and you two ended up licking into each other’s mouths and exchanging the same 5 breaths, you'd have three pennies. or five. maybe fifteen, you haven't been keeping count.
you wish you could pinpoint how far into the movie you two are, but you barely manage a two second glance away this time before the hand cupping the back of your head is guiding you back in, a little “..come here,” murmured before your thoughts go foggy again.
you are, ever the willing participant. somehow finding yourself already half splayed across the solid weight of satoru’s muscled thigh—tits crushed to his hard chest, body pressing him back into the cushions. the heat of his body bleeds into yours everywhere you're intimately pressed, heart going a mile a minute. satoru makes a small, barely audible sound against your mouth that sends the warmest rush down to your already, humiliatingly slick cunt. to think you’d get this wet from a little kissing. the thought lasts approximately half a second before a moan pours into your open mouth mid kiss and suddenly nothing else matters. embarrassment is, as always, a foreign concept between you two—he's as far gone as you are.
pairing :: kento nanami x reader
the position you have yourself in feels all wrong and the angle is, well, utterly embarrassing. you'd been the one to suggest this in the first place, well written smut online fogging your mind and forcing the request past your lips before you could think about the logistics.
he'd said yes, of course. kento's inability to deny you paired with you being too chicken to back out (plus not wanting to out of sheer curiosity), leaves you in your current predicament.
"I don't think it's rocket science, sweetheart." kento's lying flat on his back beneath you, head propped up on a pillow. being awfully patient despite your prolonged stalling. his fingertips draw the barest shapes on either side of your hips, tapping lightly to get you to move higher. your knees bracket his ribs, heat of your cunt burning into the firm ridges of his stomach. "it's just me. nothing to be shy about." his frame shifts just enough to get close, mouth brushing over yours. "you just sit there like you sit on my lap. and then you move."
"I am sitting." you grumble, settling a little lower, ass right up against the band of his slacks. "being on your lap is different."
Summer heat
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Toji comes back from the gym tired to see his wife and son sleeping together in the living room.
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you had a habit of sleeping at random times. you could be cooking and suddenly get the urge to put everything down and dive into your fresh, linen sheets.
something that would usually happen is you waiting eagerly for your husband, Toji to come back home from somewhere. you would try your hardest to stay up late, sending Toji a message.
“baby, can you leave the gym early? i can’t sleep without you.” the message would read.
a couple of minutes would pass and Toji is cracking the door open quietly because he already knows the view he is going to fathom.
you, splayed cross the sheets, snoring away the night as if you weren’t begging Toji to come back home like he neglected you and left his beautiful wife sleep deprived.
Toji sighs, taking in what he is seeing.
“Figured.” he scoffs, tongue pressing against his inner cheek.
but after you had megumi, it only got worse. you would spend your afternoons co-sleeping with megumi taking up Toji’s side of the bed.
you would get told multiple times by family and your husband to put Megumi down before he becomes addicted and deprived from your motherly pheromones and refuses to sleep in his crib.
“baby, please put the damn kid down. he isn’t letting you breathe, let alone relax.” is something you would regularly hear from Toji.
ofcourse you wouldn’t listen. who would want to put down their cute, chubby baby who was attached to them and couldn’t sleep without their mom next to them?
tonight was another case of you and megumi being attached by the hip.
you have been curled up on the couch for the past 15 minutes with Megumi melted on top of your chest. you were breastfeeding him until he fell asleep, arms spread across your chest. his cheek was squished against your chest, forming a dumpling shape. he was pouting and lightly snoring from almost drowning in breast milk.
apparently, you soon followed, arms wrapped around Megumi with one leg hoisted up on top of the coffee table. you were also lightly snoring. one of your breasts was still exposed, glistening at the bud with milk.
isn’t snoring a sign of overworking? i mean you did overwork yourself…… by setting up a sleeping spot for you and Megumi to take a nap together, leaving Toji out of the picture. but either way, you did spend a lot of time cooking.
the living room was surprisingly tranquil with hypnotic chirps coming from the kitchen window cracked open to let out the smell of ripe passion fruit from the kitchen after you spent 3 hours baking passion fruit cheesecake.
but either way, you still ended up snoring on the couch after the day ended, as usual.
the front door clicked shut with a groan escaping Toji’s lips. his feet shuffling can be heard from the living room where you and your son were snoring in sync, his palm fisting your shirt from comfort.
Toji reaches the kitchen and drops his duffle bag on the floor near the island counter. he had an exhaustion only his wife could get rid of — an exhaustion he would always run to you to relieve.
“what a fucking day….” toji exhaled, later sucking in all the tension with his breath.
he rubbed his hands over his face, like he could wipe away the exhaustion off with it, but it only came back heavier when he dropped his hands.
he leans over the counter, back hunched with his forearms layed flat, crossed against the cold, marbled counter. his head drops onto the counter while a whine escapes his lips.
all he really wanted was to see his wife, touch his wife — or fuck, even know she was alive, yet he was too tired to move. his back muscles were sore from working out while his forearms felt heaviness from his body weight shifting to them while hunching over the counter.
after a few minutes of fighting against his will to just sleep standing with his strong musk lingering on his skin after the gym, he makes his way to your shared bedroom. the door creeks open to an empty bed with Megumi’s pacifier layed in between the crumpled sheets.
toji calls out softy, as if he diddnt have the energy for anything louder.
“sweetheart…?”
he leans against the door, clutching his tricep with his head leaning against the wooden plates framing the door.
‘where’s my baby?’ he questions himself, confused as to why his wife wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
he sighs and pushes himself off to look for you around the house. his feet pace around the hallways of your guys’ breezy house, searching for any signs of his loving wife.
he reaches the living room and sees you asleep harmoniously. your hair was ruffled against the couch, each strand spread across the headrest. your chest was heaving slowly, moving Megumi’s head back and forth against your chest. your sons hand was fisting at your shirt, jumbling the soft fabric against his fist. your breast was still uncovered, resting near Megumi’s head.
the dim light was radiating on your skin, giving yourself a sunset glow. your breathing was synched to your son, making the melody tranquil.
Toji’s expression softened, eyebrows lifting naturally from his eyes. it’s not surprising to see his wife sleeping with his backstabbing son who was taking his wife away from him, though that was not was he was thinking at the moment.
all he could think about was how tired his wife could of been from taking care of his son to be able to sleep in the middle of breastfeeding.
he makes his way to where you were sleeping, standing above you. he takes in the sight of everything and leans forward, muscled hands bracketing your head. he leaves a lingering peck on your forehead, sighing away his burnout.
“by babies are always tired..” he breathed.
he picks up megumi and coddles him while walking heavily, back muscles sore from work. he steps into megumi’s nursery, kicking the door open with his toes. he places him in his crib, covering him with a blanket and pecking his chubby cheek. megumi makes a few noises of sighing and whining before drifting away to sleep.
Toji quietly closes the nursery door, pushing the door handle down and pulling the door so it doesn’t make a ‘click’ sound, possibly waking him up.
he comes back to you, sliding his hands under you, one hand under your ribs while the other is under your knees. he lifts you up effortlessly, leaving a warmth of your body lingering on the couch. he carries you with tenderness like you’re made out of cooled down molten glass.
the whole trip to the bedroom, you stayed asleep, eyelashes fluttering. your fist gripped his shirt for balance, feeling the warmth of his body heat bleeding into your palm.
he placed you down gently, wary of waking you up from your peaceful snooze. he pulls your shirt, finally covering your exposed breast from the cold breeze. the sheets were cool, contrasting your body. he leaves a warm kiss on your jaw, carefully stepping back. you curl into the sheets, looking for something warm.
something similar to your husbands touch.
Toji rips off his shirt, pulling it over his head from the hem. his sweatpants soon follow, accompanying his discarded shirt. he is left in black, Calvin Klein Boxers with his print visible. he walks around to the other side of the bed, sighing and slipping into bed with you. his forearm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he curls into you, forming a ‘c’ shape.
you slowly start to wake up, yet still in dreamland, only his warmth on your back being sensed. he groans into your neck, leaving kisses throughout your neck and nape. his hand tightens, not being able to hold back his need for you after a rough day. his calloused hand kneads into your stomach.
you turn around, now facing him.
“hey baby, i missed you.” he coos.
you softly smile, eyes still heavy. you wrap your arms around his neck, moving lower than you already were — as if you could get any closer. he giggles, nose touching yours.
he leads you into a passionate kiss, gripping your hip and jerking it forward. his kiss feels refreshing, like it was exactly what you were looking for. you lean in, caressing his cheek. you let go, head leaning backwards to fully see his face. he looks as if he is love drunk from a simple, casual kiss.
“i missed you too sweetheart, i was waiting for you.” you palm his face while whispering.
a sudden jolt of noise makes you flinch, eyes widening.
Megumi’s crib makes a creek sound, frightening you.
“where my baby… Toji?” you ask confused.
“for fucks sake, i put him in his crib. he was asleep, leaving you restless. the fuck does he want now?” he puffs out.
you turn to look at the baby monitor, witnessing Megumi standing on his feet, gripping the crib bars. his face was visibly wincing and showing fear. he was crying and looking around the room as if he was searching for his mom.
“my baby’s awake Toji.” you throw his hand off from across your waist.
you push the blanket off of you, placing your bare feet onto the cold tiles of the bedroom, quickly getting up to comfort him. Toji scoffs, throwing his forearm across his forehead.
“the fucking brat. always putting me out of my misery.” he groans.
“and i was her baby first.... fucking prick.”
a/n: computah! don’t post for a month and come back w a basic oneshot. oh yeah, and also don’t do any of your college courses summer work! that’ll do it!
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RYOMEN SUKUNA + Hello Kitty🎀
geto in my style
— the arrangement ∬ ֗ ₊
ა ˙˖ in which → you have car sex with your biggest op, satoru gojo
frat!jo 𝓍 fem!reader
Everyone knows you hate fraternities, especially Theta Phi and it's president, Satoru Gojo
It was a given. The sky is blue, grass is green and according to you, fraternities are the root of all evil.
Which is why when you started fucking Gojo, it was under the condition that this was strictly between the two of you and you'd ruin his life if he told anyone about this.. arrangement.
Here's what not even your closest friends know about you: you had a very high libido and none of the men you were interested in had been capable of keeping up. you tried sleeping with athletes but even they didn't have the stamina to go for more than two rounds and while your vibrators always helped you, you had grown sexually frustrated and needed more.
You started snapping over the tiniest things, losing sleep and even daydreaming during lectures about getting fucked.
This.. arrangement started when you had been assigned to work on a project with Gojo, the arrogant white haired manchild you hated since the first day of uni. Now you were stuck with him for two months, working on a project he cared little about since he was too busy trying to charm his way into not just your pants, but your heart.
As if!
"Fuck, just like that, princesss. Come on, I know you can go faster." Gojo chuckles and grabs onto your hips, spreading his legs wider as he starts bouncing you on his cock so hard that the car is rocking back and forth, windows fogging up as he lifts his hips to pound into you.
You should be working on this project that was due in a few weeks, but instead you let Gojo drag you to the backseat of his car with the promise that this would be quick, something to clear your minds so you could focus on your work without any distractions.
Yet here you were four rounds later with cum dripping down your thighs from his previous loads that started to seep from the condom, body shaking as you neared your fourth orgasm.
"Screw you asshole, how about you get on top you lazy bast- oh!" Gojo lifts you off his cock and flips you onto your knees, awkwardly moving within the limited space until he’s behind you and lining his cock up with your entrance.
"You're so fucking mean to me, I love it." Gojo leans over your body to suck on your neck, one hand holding onto your hip while the other grips the back of the seat as he pushes into you.
"You d-deserve it." You push back against him as he pushes forward, meeting him halfway until he's balls deep inside of you, your cunt hungrily squeezing him for more, eyes rolling back when he starts to slowly move his hips.
You hadn't meant for this to go on for as long as it has. You had been frustrated after a shift at work, then you walked in on your roommate getting her back blown out, and when you went to meet Gojo for a quick study session at the library, it was closed and he smirked and told you his place was around the corner.
You reluctantly got into his car, arms folded across your chest as you stared out the window the entire way there, ignoring his flirtatious comments. It had frustrated you to no end, so who could really blame you when you started drooling after he offered to help you with your little issue?
It was supposed to be a one time thing, a quick solution to your "problem" until you could find someone more permanent, someone you didn't despise.
Only Gojo had matched your freak perfectly, going six rounds your first time and only taking a break once. You didn't want it to be him, did everything to convince yourself that he was actually terrible in bed but your vibrators had turned stale after that night, your mind constantly drifting to how hard Gojo made you cum on his dick and on his tongue.
He was just too good.
You arch your back so he can hit deeper, hands tightly gripping the leather head rest to steady yourself, skirt yanked above your waist, bra and shirt long discarded on the car floor.
You cry out when he hits a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, head spinning from how deep he was fucking you.
Gojo groans and leans forward, grabbing your chin to turn your head toward his, pink lips slamming against yours. The kiss is careless, his tongue fighting yours, you angrily biting his lip because you hate yourself for letting him fuck you when you swore up and down you’d never get involved with a fratboy.
Gojo didn’t care, savoring the taste of his blood mixing with the spit you both traded.
When he pulls away, your brows furrow from the way he's staring at you, white hair falling into his face, lips slightly busted from your bite, a foreign feeling twirling in your belly. This was just sex, you wanted nothing more from him so why was he staring at you like he wanted to tell you something that would ruin your current agreement?
"Look at you.” He whispers too softly. “Letting me fuck you like a slut in my car. Anyone could walk by, you know? See how good I fuck you, how well you take me. You want that?"
When you try to turn your head, he tightens his grip on your jaw and smirks, slamming into you as he thrusts grow sloppy. The sound of your wet pussy squelching filling the car has him dizzy with need.
"You don't have to answer, your moans are telling me enough." He kisses you one more time before letting you go and pulling back.
You don't have a chance to dwell on what he was implying before he was gripping your hips and pounding into you at a pace that had you crying out as the coil in your belly tightens, your puffy walls gripping around Gojo's cock.
"M'gonna cum again!" You whined as his tip hit your cervix perfectly, fat tears escaping your eyes while your mouth dropped open in a silent cry.
You try to fuck him back, really you do but your legs are noodles at this point and the only thing keeping you up was Gojo's steady hands on your hips, euphoria coursing through your body and making your head dizzy with need.
“Come on, princess. Give me another one, yeah? You can do it, such a good girl f’me.”
You hate him so much, hate that he knows exactly what to say to push you over the edge, that he was way too in-tune with your body as if he had been created to please you.
Gojo pulls you up against his chest and you let your head fall on his shoulder. He wraps one arm around your waist and squeezes you flush against him, his other hand moving around your body until he’s rubbing circles on your clit and you’re lazily bucking back against him.
“Feels so good Toru, haah, don’t stop!”
The car reeked of sex, windows blurred from the breathy moans falling from yours and Gojo’s mouths as you both rock into each other. Anyone walking by would know what was happening inside. You thanked god it was late and the parking lot had been empty.
“Really? Thought you hated me, pretty girl. Who knew- fuck, who knew you had such loose morals?” He laughs in your ear, hand pushing on your back to arch it even further while he split you on his cock.
“F-fuck you, oh im close!”
Gojo laughs and places a kiss on the side of your head that lingers longer than it should before pushing you back down to get a better angle and his next slam sends you over the edge, your orgasm tearing through your soul as you squirt all over his seats and cry out his name.
This was better than porn.
Gojo doesn’t laugh this time, doesn’t make any snide comments because he can barely breathe with the way your cunt is pulsing around his cock, your juices dripping down his thighs and he thinks he’s going crazy because he’s never had pussy this good.
The fact that you hated him made this even better for some reason, motivated him to fuck you until you finally admitted that this was more than just casual sex. That he wasn’t delusional in thinking this could be something deeper.
He squeezes your hips tighter, pushing as deep as he can as he pumps his third load into the condom, eyes rolling back and a strangled groan escaping his lips as thick hot cum drips from the latex and into your warm pussy.
Gojo can feel it slipping it off, can feel your heat and gummy walls on his half free cock and it has him feral as he picks up his pace and fucks another load into you, his balls tightening and pulsing because you had never felt this good.
“Shit, princess. You’re so fucking wet, so good, s-so perfect.” He drops against your back, still holding you up as his hips stutter and slow, pushing the last of his orgasm out while you both catch your breath.
He stays there for a moment, his face tucked into the crook of your neck, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as you both come down from your high. You can feel his cum leaking from you and down your thighs and you hate how it awakens something primal inside of you. And when the thought to push it back in had formed, you blamed it on your disheveled state.
In any other instance you would have pushed him off you already, huffing that it was only sex and would never happen again even though you both knew that was a lie.
Something about Gojo had you coming back for seconds and thirds. Every fuck session was somehow better than the last, making you forget that this was supposed to be a one time thing, something to hold you over until you found a more suitable partner.
Only you were starting to realize Gojo might be the best you ever had. It made you hate him more.
You gasp when he slowly pulls out, pussy overstimulated and swollen from the multiple rounds you went in the span of an hour. Both of you sitting on the cushion, one of your arms draped across the seat, Gojo’s throw over his eyes.
You sneak a look at him, heart thumping at how attractive he looked. His hair was all over the place, cheeks red from exhaustion, and his pants and boxers were still halfway down, cock still free and housing a half on condom. Your skin tingles at the sight of his abdomen and white pubes wet with your release.
He looked as fucked out as you felt.
Not one for awkward silence, you lift your hips to pull your panties back up and your skirt down, stretching your body to reach into the front seat for your shirt, ass in the air and you almost have it, your finger literally grazes the blue fabric before Gojo grabs you and pulls you down.
“Gojo! Oh my god, let go you freak.” You’re fuming, trying your best to wiggle out his grip but he just tightens his arms around your stomach, pulling you against him and lowering his head onto your back, littering it in soft kisses that burn through your skin.
"Go on a date with me. Please?"
This again. You told him multiple times before that this was simply sex, two college students helping each other out and nothing more. No feelings outside of helping the other get off. His stubbornness would only hurt him in the end.
"God no, I don't date frat boys."
"What if I left?"
You freeze against him, a lump forming in your chest. "Aren't you the president? You can't just leave."
What a cruel joke. Not that you wanted him anyways but even if you did, Gojo would never leave his fraternity. Certainly not for you. You two weren’t lovers, weren’t friends and we’re barely acquaintances given the fact that he was your number one op.
You remembered the time in sophomore year when he publicly called you an uptight bitch because you told him his party sucked. You lived different lives, it could never work. He would never change and you would never see him as more than a quick fuck and your unfortunate project buddy that you’d go back to ignoring once this was over.
"I can do whatever I want sweetheart, did you forget my last name?" He lifts his head and kisses your shoulder this time, goosebumps forming on your arms. Of course, he always tried to fix everything with money and status, which is another reason why you hated him.
You sit there quietly, lost in your thoughts.
You couldn’t seriously be with someone like Gojo, right? He was brash, had an ego out of this world and was a bratty nepo baby that flirted with anyone with a hole.
"So?" he asks, hopeful. HIs fingers gently dig into your belly to keep you from moving away, one hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your head back to him.
"So?" You repeat, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you lose yourself in his eyes.
For all of his.. lack of good qualities, he never failed in the facial department. Perhaps that was another reason you disliked him, because no matter how many insults you can throw his way, ugly wasn’t one of them.
Satoru Gojo was sculpted by the Gods themselves, which was unfortunate, because no one with a face like that should have a personality so catastrophically irritating. You can’t help but to let your eyes. traitorous things that they were, linger.
He notices because of course he does, and the smile that spreads across his face lacks any of his usual arrogance and for a second you imagined what life as his girlfriend could be like.
The thought came uninvited, images of him giving you sleepy morning kisses nad taking you on dates vivid enough to make your stomach twist.
Absolutely not.
Satoru Gojo was many things: powerful, insufferable, unbearably handsome, but he was not boyfriend material.
"Will you go on a date with me if I leave the frat?"
"No."
You answer too fast and Gojo is once again left heartbroken as you pull away to finish dressing yourself, refusing to spare him another look. He could understand why you hated him, but if you would just give him a chance to prove he could be different, he knew he wouldn’t disappoint you.
He would just have to keep trying, keep working for your favor because he would make you his if it was the last thing he did. He was competitive to his core and that wouldn’t waver just because he had finally met his match.
On the contrary, it only motivated him more. He saw the way you looked at him, how you were starting to let him touch you longer than you would have when this first started.
He was slowly breaking your walls down and it was only a matter of time before he made you his.
❦ lisa's note: this will be a series! I'll post the masterlist for it soon but lemme know if you wanna be tagged! 😋
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pairing :: study partner!nerdjo x reader
satoru’s thought long and hard about how intimacy with you would go, enough times that it borders on embarrassing. with you being the more experienced one in every way that’s relevant, the proposition coming from your end makes the most sense. that or him working up the courage to bring up the benefits part to his first (and only) study partner with benefits. every version of the latter that he envisions ends in him bumbling and stuttering over his words like an idiot. bringing it up and embarrassing himself is the last thing he’d want.
“let me see your cock, satoru.” this isn’t a scenario he thinks his own imagination could’ve ever conjured up. the grin splitting your lips isn’t like any expression he thinks he’s seen you make before, too giddy with the events unfolding. you’ve been teasing the man for the better half of an hour: touching him under the guise of being cold, shoving your tits up against his warm side. playing with his fingers, kissing his neck. kissing him.
somehow both your attention strayed from being productive—escalating to swapping spit while making out and sliding your fingers through his hair, notes previously pulled up all but abandoned on your laptop.
your study buddy proves once again to be too much of an easy teasing target, and maybe you’re terrible for playing into it but god...it’s just so fun.
▶︎ Generous (starring . various jjk men)
synopsis . How watching a movie with your roommate goes wrong. pairings (separate) . Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader. content . afab!reader, non-curse au, unprotected sex, dry humping, degrading, praise, dirty talk, filth, pussy slapping, tw: spitting, they’re all pervs, heavy tension, pet names, pining, men losing their confidence once they feel you, submissive men, taunting, cockwarming, manhandling, rough sex, teasing, begging, etc.
word count . 9.6k || author's note: doja release the full song pls </3 banner art from “Kubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshi” (this is a slightly revised repost)
☆ Toji Fushiguro — "There's a sex scene coming up."
The first thing you do is laugh at the man. He told you that as if you hadn't seen a thousand sex scenes before.
Rolling your eyes, you barely move in your seat, "So?" You huff back to your awfully smug roommate.
Now, you and Toji get along relatively well. The attraction between the two of you is noticeably mutual so it doesn't fully surprise you that he felt the need to announce the next part of the movie to you. The two characters were already slopping each other's faces up so it was pretty obvious where things were going.
As such, that doesn't exactly prepare you for the next thing your roommate decides to say to you.
"We should recreate it," Toji suggests, completely catching you off guard.
