Requiem

MDNI. NSFW. It’s never gojovor! Fuck you Gege. All memes posted are OC plz credit me when reposting.

[senpai1331]

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the Great Satoru Gojo

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the Great Satoru Gojo

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the Great Satoru Gojo

Happy Birthday Satoru! Gone but never forgotten. You are my love and my life 💙💙💙

[eru-sauce]

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[sadisticslut666]

Pillow Princess for Gojo 

cw: explicit sexual content, degradation, overstimulation, choking, fingering, clit stimulation, rough sex. 

You were draped across the bed like a ragdoll, completely at his mercy. “C’mon, princess,” he teased, hands tracing lazily along your thighs. “You’ve been all mouth and no hands this whole time. Don’t tell me you’re going to let me do all the work.”

You whimpered, heat pooling between your legs. “I… I can’t—ugh—I’m too—”

“Too what?” He leaned down, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing the shell. “Too wet? Too needy?”

Your fingers curled uselessly against the sheets. “All of it,” you breathed, shivering under his touch.

He smirked, eyes glinting with mischief as his hands slid higher, one skimming the curve of your ass while the other teased the edge of your soaking pussy. “All of it, huh? That’s cute… but baby, you’ve been letting me do all the work long enough.”

You whimpered, arching into his touch, desperate and needy. “I… I can’t…”

“You can,” he interrupted smoothly, pushing two fingers inside you, slow and teasing, while his thumb rubbed circles over your clit. “Look at you… squirming, dripping, all for me, and you’re still acting like a little princess who doesn’t know how to fuck back.”

You gasped, hands flailing uselessly as he leaned over you, lips pressing against yours in a heated, teasing kiss that left you breathless. “Satoru… please…” you begged, voice shaking.

His laugh was low and cruel, the kind that made your stomach clench. He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, watching the way your walls fluttered around the loss before he smeared your slick across your thigh. “God, look at you. You wanna be my perfect little pillow princess so bad, don’t you? Just lay there, spread open, let me fuck you stupid?”

Your answer was a strangled moan when he pressed his cock against your entrance, the blunt head already parting your folds.

“Mm, you’re dripping all over me,” he murmured, thrusting forward in one slow, devastating push until he bottomed out. Your back arched off the bed, nails clawing at the sheets as he stayed buried deep, hips grinding lazily.

“See? You don’t have to lift a finger,” Gojo purred against your ear. “I’ll do all the work. I’ll fuck this pretty pussy until you’re crying for me. Until you forget how to even say my name.”

Your legs shook as he drew back and slammed into you again, his pace brutal from the start. Every thrust had you clenching tighter, voice breaking into messy, desperate whimpers.

“Satoru—ahh—fuck, I can’t—” He drove into you harder, hand sliding up to grip your throat. 

“C’mon, princess. Cum for me. Be good and soak my cock like the spoiled little thing you are.”

Your vision blurred as you convulsed around him, whimpering his name while he fucked you through it. “Atta girl,” Gojo growled, hips never slowing, the drag of his cock relentless. “And don’t think I’m stopping. Pillow princesses don’t get breaks.”

[tojipie]

18+

gojo who, oddly enough, uses the phrase “fuck me” when he’s really fucking you.

who’s already clambering backwards onto the bed, red in the face with a tent in his pants. who beckons you over with a finger and a grin, already shucking his pants off with one hand while the other snakes around you to pull you right into his lap and onto his dick.

who begs you to “fuck me, fuck me right here.” eyes rolling back and face plastered in bliss while you ride him into oblivion. his hands shaking as they wipe over his face, like he genuinely can’t believe this is happening to him.

gojo who, comes to his senses and has to squeeze the base of his dick painfully hard to stop himself from cumming, wincing at the pressure as his body cools down and the blood starts to trickle back to his other head.

he recovers in a few short minutes. laid back against the pillows and mumbling to himself with a hand thrown over his eyes.

“oh my god, oh my god fuck me, please fuck me please please please pl-.”

[sadisticslut666]

Don’t Seduce Me -Gojo

Synopsis: When Yaga calls you out for “falling behind,” you’re forced to do the unthinkable—ask Gojo Satoru for help. You try to seduce him into giving you special training, but Gojo sees right through your act.

cw: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, manipulation, power dynamics, desk sex, spanking, degradation + praise, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control.

You’d rather eat glass than admit you needed him. But after Yaga’s oh-so-polite-but-not-really verbal beatdown about your “lack of progression,” you had no choice but to swallow your pride and crawl to the one man you hated owing anything to.

Gojo Satoru.

Of course, you didn’t just ask. You tried to seduce him. Tight clothes, sultry tone, lingering touches—laying it on so thick it was practically obscene. You leaned against his desk, lips wet, voice low.

“Come on, Satoru,” you purred, fingers sliding dangerously close to the waistband of his pants. “Wouldn’t you just love to—”

His hand closed around your wrist before you could even graze him, grip firm enough to make you gasp. Those ridiculous sunglasses slid down just enough for you to catch the mocking curve of his mouth.

“Cute,” he drawled, tilting his head, that sharp grin of his carved right into your humiliation. “But if you thought you could fuck your way into special training, you’re even dumber than Yaga says you are.”

Your blood went molten, humiliation twisting fast into rage. You yanked your hand back, standing straight, and sneered down at him. “Oh, fuck off, Gojo. Like I’d ever want to fuck you. I was just—”

“Pathetic?” he offered cheerfully.

Your jaw clenched so hard it ached. “I need training.” The words tasted like poison on your tongue. “Yaga thinks I’m… falling behind.” You spat it out quick, before it could sting worse.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, long legs spread obnoxiously wide, like he knew you’d notice. He tapped his chin, pretending to think, when really he was savoring your desperation.  “And you want me to help you,” he said, deliberately slow.

You glared at him, heat pooling low in your stomach because you hated how he sounded when he said it—low, smug, and too fucking close to the fantasies you refused to admit you had. “I don’t want anything from you,” you snapped.

Gojo’s grin widened, teeth flashing, “Oh, sweetheart, you want plenty. You just hate that it has to come from me.”

Your mouth opened—ready to hurl something vile enough to wipe that smirk off his stupidly perfect face—but he moved first. One long arm shot out, hand wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging you forward until you stumbled against the wide spread of his thighs.

“Careful,” he murmured, sunglasses sliding just enough for you to catch the flash of those ice-blue eyes. 

Your thighs pressed together on instinct—humiliating, undeniable. You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you bit out, though your voice betrayed you, breathy at the edges.

Gojo chuckled, low and obscene, like he could hear exactly how wet you were just from standing this close. His grip tightened at your nape, thumb stroking the edge of your jaw in mock affection.

“You’re the one standing between my legs, baby. You tell me—who’s seducing who now?” The bastard was right. Again. And worse—you didn’t move. Didn’t pull away.

Your nails dug into his chest, not nearly enough to make him flinch, but just enough to hide the tremor in your hands. “If you’re not going to help me train, then stop wasting my time.”

Gojo’s smile sharpened. “Oh, I’ll train you. Just depends what kind of training you’re actually asking for.”

His knee nudged between your thighs—slow, deliberate, obscene. You whimpered before you could stop it. 

“Thought so,” he whispered.

His knee pressed up, hard enough that the friction caught right where you needed it most. Your whimpers turned into moans, and Gojo’s smirk curved like he’d just won a bet.

“Mm, hear that?” he drawled, voice low and obscene. “Cute little moans for someone you ‘wouldn’t ever fuck,’ huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, but your hips betrayed you, grinding down against his thigh. 

He tilted his head, sunglasses sliding low enough to show the wicked flash of blue in his eyes. “Nah, I like hearing you beg without actually saying it. Makes it more fun.” His hand slid from your nape down to your ass, squeezing shamelessly as he shoved you harder against his leg. “C’mon, sweetheart, use me. Show me how bad you need that ‘special training.’”

“Gojo—” you started, half warning, half plea, but he cut you off with a laugh that rumbled low in his chest.

“Gonna cry if I don’t make you cum right here on my thigh?” he teased, voice dripping filth. “Bet Yaga didn’t mention that in his little performance review, huh? That his precious student gets wet just trying to talk her way into extra lessons?”

Your nails clawed down his chest through his shirt, and he groaned, leaning in close enough for his lips to graze your ear.

“Scratch me harder, baby. I’ll still bend you over this desk and make you scream for it.”

Your breath hitched, your thighs trembling as the rough press of his leg against your clit drove you insane. 

“God, you’re dripping,” he purred, sliding his free hand between your thighs, fingers brushing the soaked heat through your panties. “Training you like this might actually be fun.”

“Fuck you,” you spat, even as your hips rolled into his hand like you’d die if he stopped.

Gojo’s laugh was pure sin. “No, sweetheart. Fuck you.” He shoved the flimsy fabric of your panties aside and slid two fingers inside you without warning, filling you so suddenly you choked on a gasp. “Lesson one: don’t try to manipulate me unless you’re ready to pay the price.”

He curled them deep, hitting that spot so perfectly you nearly folded over, but his arm caught your waist and held you firm against him.

“Lesson two,” he murmured, biting at your jaw, “when I say beg—” his fingers pumped faster, obscene and slick—“you beg.”

Your protest dissolved into a cry as his fingers pumped ruthlessly inside you, knuckles dragging against your walls while his thumb worked your clit in merciless circles. The obscene wet sounds filled the office, echoing between his chuckles.

“Listen to that,” he cooed, sweet as poison. “Gojo—” Your voice broke, half-growl, half-whimper, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave red trails.

“Yeah, baby? Need something?” In one motion, he yanked his fingers free and shoved you forward, bending you over the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but you barely had time to breathe before his hand cracked against your ass, the sting making you jolt.

“Lesson three,” he said cheerfully, unbuckling his belt with one hand while holding you down with the other. “Respect your teacher.”

You twisted to glare back at him, retort burning on your tongue—only to choke when he freed himself and pressed the blunt head of his cock against your dripping slit.

“Gojo, wait—”

He pushed in slow, agonizingly so, stretching you wide until you were gasping, clawing at the desk for purchase. His hand smoothed over your lower back, deceptively tender.

“There we go,” he murmured, voice gone husky. “Tight little thing just needed filling, huh?” He bottomed out with a sharp thrust that made you cry out, then kissed your spine as if to soothe you. “Shh, I got you.”

The contradiction was maddening—his hips slamming into yours rough enough to rattle the desk, while his lips trailed soft kisses up your back. “Sound so pretty when you take me,” he praised, fucking into you hard and deep, hand sliding around to toy with your clit. “Bet Yaga never guessed you’d be this easy to train. All it takes is my cock and you’re—fuck—already dripping down my thighs.”

“Say it,” he demanded, tone suddenly sharp as he pounded into you. “Say you need me.”

“No,” you gasped, tears prickling at the edges of your eyes.

Another sharp smack landed on your ass, heat blooming under his palm. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxed, kissing your shoulder even as his cock split you open rough. “Say you need me, and I’ll let you cum.”

Your voice broke on a sobbing moan. “I—fuck—I need you!”

Gojo groaned, head dropping to your neck, teeth scraping your skin like he couldn’t help himself. “That’s it. Good girl. Knew you’d learn.”

The praise shattered something in you, orgasm ripping through with brutal force, your body clenching around him as you cried out his name.

Gojo fucked you through it, whispering filthy-sweet encouragements against your ear. “So good for me. So perfect. Look at you, cumming all over me.” 

He pulled you upright against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other gripping your hip as he chased his own release. His thrusts turned ragged, desperate, and he buried his face in your neck.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up—” he groaned, voice breaking into something raw and then he was spilling inside you, grinding deep. 

Silence fell heavy, save for your uneven breathing and the obscene drip of him sliding out. He kissed your temple, far too sweet after wrecking you against his desk, and whispered with a grin you could hear in his voice:

“Training starts tomorrow. Same time. Don’t be late.”

a/n: god I can’t get enough of him

[madamechrissy]

Satoru Gojo loves to make a mess of you.

Like the prettiest canvas, he enjoys nothing more than to paint every inch of your body with ropes of his cum. He loves to jerk his thick cock - so glossy with your slick - and watch as it shoots everywhere.

Your tits, your waist, your cunt, he whines out just a bit when he watches it spurt from his tip. You're so fucked out, your eyes dilated for him, hips just jerking.

'Hah, just look at you,' he'll bend down over you then, an arm on either side of your shivering body. His blue eyes go insane, grin plastered on his face. 'You're a mess, sweetheart. Aww but don't worry - I'll clean you up, do you want that pretty girl?'

All you can do is nod, his long pink tongue then desperately laps up the milky strings he left all over your tits. You gasp out, hands entangling in silky white locks, he moans at the taste of his own cum in his mouth.

'Aw, can't even talk sweetheart? look at you,' he'll taunt you even as he worships every inch of your body - lower and lower. Until satoru hits his favorite part - your pretty cunt.

'Toru!' He'll devour every drop of his cum, letting it mix with your sweet juices on his tongue, until he's got you ready again, cock thrusting into your abused little hole.

'This time, m'gonna eat it out of you'

[drops-of-rayne]

Satoru Gojo Relationship HC PT 1

Warnings: none (NSFW implications???)

Gn!

Pt 2

Eye contact after teasing him

You know instantly when you've teased him too much, one minute you're giggling happily, the next, your chin is held tightly between his fingers as you lock eyes.

Gojo doesn’t just make eye contact — oh no, he holds it, trapping you there like he’s reading every thought in your head. If he's feeling especially cruel he’ll lower his sunglasses just enough for you to see those impossibly bright eyes slowly turning a shade darker, as he murmurs, “baby… you keep looking at me like that and I might have to do something about it.”

He knows exactly which buttons to push.

Back-of-the-Neck Kisses

When he passes behind you, he’ll dip down, letting his lips ghost over the back of your neck so slowly that you can feel each warm breath. Sometimes, he'll linger there, hands slowly trailing up and down your sides as he whispers into your ear. "Huh, is someone sensitive?" And by the low sultry tone of his voice, you know exactly how that's going to be used against you later.

He just loves the feeling of you shivering and gasping beneath him.

The “Come Here” Pull

Gojo has mastered the art of hooking a finger through your belt loop or curling it into the back of your shirt to pull you into his space, whether he's pulling you into him or onto his lap he keeps you close — chest to chest, voice low — like he has no intention of letting go. "Much better, stay close to me"

Staring

He can't help it. Cooking for him? He's staring at the way your arms flex as you chop, reaching for something? He's trying to get a good look under your shirt as it lifts, tying your hair? He's staring directly at you as his mind runs wild. And if you catch him, he'll lean in closer and whisper. "cmon baby, I know you love the way I look at you."

The Lazy, Dangerous Smile

Not the wide, goofy grin that he uses for everyone else— the other one. The slow, crooked smile that says he’s about to do something that will absolutely ruin you. His eyes narrow slightly, glinting with mischievous amusement, and then the quiet devastating line “Oh, you have no idea what you’ve just started.”

The worst part? You know he's right, and you're in for a long night.

I love this man

[writer-freak]

Hii! So I just recently started watching jujutsu kaisen.... And I'm already in love with gojo. Idk if you've already done one but can I request a SFW/NSFW canon? 🙏🏻

A/n: Thank you so much I actually haven't done these headcanons for Gojo before, and I always love writing some dating headcanons because they are easy to write <3

Gojo Satoru is the embodiment of physical affection, but will never admit out loud that he is also incredibly needy.

He’ll just casually drape himself over your back while you’re doing dishes or somehow end up holding your hand without asking like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Fold your arms? Expect him to sneak his hand between them just so he can squeeze your fingers.

Act like you’re not in the mood? He’ll get playfully dramatic: "Why don’t you love me anymore?"

He gets genuinely moody when you ignore him.

Not angry just sullen and whiny. The kind of whiny that involves him collapsing face-first into your lap until you stroke his hair and kiss his forehead.

If he ever shares his sweets with you (especially without being asked) take it seriously. That’s his love language. Even more so if he buys dessert tailored to your taste.

Horror movie nights? A favorite.

He’s completely focused on your every flinch and yelp, watching you more than the screen. And if you bury your face into his chest? He calls it the “highlight of his evening.”

Communication via text is pure chaos. Emojis, GIFs, memes, and the occasional string of heart/eggplant/peach combos that have zero context but somehow make perfect sense to him.

He lives for seeing you in his clothes. Doesn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face. "Is it just me or do you wear my hoodie better than I do?"

Annoyingly tall boyfriend behavior™: holds things over your head just to watch you struggle, then leans down to kiss you when you pout.

Brags about you to everyone. Nanami has threatened physical violence. Utahime avoids him in public spaces. Gojo has zero shame when it comes to anything about you.

Likes to wrap around you like a sloth, arms over your shoulders, chin on your head, body slumped against yours until you physically peel him off.

Doesn’t open up easily.

You’ll get pieces of his past only during late-night talks, somewhere around 3am when his defenses are low and the world feels quiet.

Has the most aggravating sleep schedule. Will show up at 4:17 AM with boba tea and a story. You: half-asleep. Him: wide awake and chatty.

Forehead kisses are totally sacred.

A quiet, vulnerable thing he often gives when he’s feeling especially soft.

He lives to see you flustered. Whether it’s whispered compliments, drawing little hearts on your arm during meetings, or tugging you closer by the waist, it’s all calculated moves to make your heart skip.

Owns too many gag gifts, all based on inside jokes.

You’ll randomly find a plushie shaped like a rice cooker or a sweater with a meme print from a night you both barely remember.

Clubs? Festivals? Random road trips? He’s always dragging you along and dressing you up for them.

He’s got surprisingly killer taste and an even better smug grin when he sees how good you look.

Everyone swears you’re the only one who can calm him down but in truth, you just match his chaos.

And that’s way more dangerous.

If anyone ever messes with you (coworker, ex, client) Gojo will find out.

And they will feel his presence always looming behind them. He doesn’t raise a hand, but because he doesn’t need to.

NSFW

Gojo is a professional tease , the kind that thrives off your frustration.

Doesn’t matter if it’s a crowded meeting room or a formal event with the elders, he’ll still whisper filth in your ear and pretend he didn’t just cause you to choke on your drink.

Loves skimming his fingers along your inner thigh under the table or tugging lightly at the waistband of your clothes with that shit-eating grin on his face. "You okay, sweetheart? You're looking a little... flustered."

Switch-coded as hell. While he loves having control and watching you unravel, there are nights where he just melts under your touch, eyes glassy, hips grinding into the bed, begging you in a voice you’ve never heard before.

Those long fingers aren’t just for show.

He’ll have you sobbing from overstimulation, biting your pillow as he murmurs how pretty you look when you fall apart on his hand.

Loves tying you up for “practice” he says. But those knots? They’re secure, decorative, and somehow erotic. He’ll take his time, kissing along every line of rope before he finally touches you.

He’s possessive, but not insecure.

Dresses you in the most daring outfits just to show you off, only to ruin them later, lips hot against your ear whispering, "You're mine. Every inch of you."

Quickies in hidden hallways, closets at Jujutsu High, or even behind the gym when no one's around? Absolutely. The thrill just turns him on more.

He adores leaving marks. Hickeys under your jaw, down your chest, sometimes just above your hip, always in places you have to cover or explain. Meanwhile, he wears your bite marks openly like trophies.

Videos. Photos. Voice notes. He keeps everything you send or let him take. Says it helps when he’s lonely or halfway across the globe on some top-secret mission.

Hair pulling? Instant reaction. You grip his snowy hair while he's buried between your thighs, and he moans. Loudly. His hips grinding down on the mattress desperately like he just can't control himself

Calls you “kitten” when he’s feeling particularly cocky, usually right before he drags you to your knees or whispers something lewd in public just to see how you react.

Will absolutely call you in the middle of the night from another country just to have phone sex.

Describes exactly what he’s doing, what he’d be doing to you if he was there, until you both lose it together.

Sex with him is either dangerously intense, all breathless need, power plays, ruined sheets

Or ridiculously playful: pillow fights, breathless laughter, positions that don’t make sense but somehow work.

He is, and always will be, feral for you. There’s no other way to put it. His libido is somehow both constant and selective, you’re the only one who can switch it on and leave him absolutely wrecked.

Divider by: @kodaswrld

[kissbabie]

gojo’s cock is just so big. of course, that was obvious since the start, considering the way it bulged against his pants whenever he got hard, and how big and broad he was in general regarding his build. you and him have had sex several times, but that doesn't mean you were able to get used to his cock, that was not only massive, but also so pretty — its pretty skin tone with a delicate pink tip, flushed and leaking.

and now he's he’s caging you in underneath him, staring down with a cheeky grin, loving the way your face contorts in pleasure and struggle as your pussy is trying to fit his cock, stretching around his girth. he thinks you look so adorable, the way you squirm and whine, and how your brows pinch together the moment only the tip starts to press inside. he cockily coos, “c’monnn, sweets… open up. is it too much for your little hole? just the tip, princess. you can take that, right?"

"toru-toru, too big!" you cry, throwing your head back against the pillow as your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs instinctively twitching to close around his waist.

gojo groans, letting out a laugh and watching the way your pussy sucks in his tip. he huffs. “you're so tight, pretty."

you nod weakly, already breathless with your hands clinging to his biceps tightly. your cunt was soaked and aching, fluttering around just that one thick inch, and every slow twitch of his cock makes you desperately need him to bottom out, but also want to push him out.

“i c-can’t,” you whimper. “toru, toru- satoru, might cum, 'm— i can’t—”

his grin widens, with a soft, mocking sound rumbling from his throat. “already?” he teases. “you're really gonna cum from the tip? fuck, that’s adorable, sweets.”

gojo leans down, kissing your cheek as his hips slowly roll forward, easing in just a little more. you sob, whole body jolting, arms wrapping around his shoulders as your pussy tries to take it. “theeereee you go… shhh,” he murmurs. “you’re doing so good. Just a little more, yeah?”

you're completely delirious, overstimmed from the stretch, from the pressure of it sinking deeper — its thick veins dragging against your walls, the flushed head nudging your sweet spot without even meaning to. slick drips out around him, messily pooling beneath your thighs, and your stomach tightens like you're about to snap.

your voice is wrecked when you cry, “ ‘m gonna cum— please— it’s too much—!”

“yeah, you are,” he whispers, his thumb caressing your cheek. “gonna cream all over my cock just from taking a couple inches, yeah?”

he's barely halfway in when your orgasm hits. your pussy clenches down so hard around him, whimpering and sobbing as you cum on his cock. and gojo groans against your skin, hips rocking just slightly, slowly and indulgent, “shiiit… you came so hard for me. you want more, sweets? you wanna be a good girl and take all of it now?”

your pussy is still twitching under him as tears pool at the corners of your eyes, but you nod. you're helpless as finally, gojo bottoms out. you choke on a moan, mouth falling open as your whole body locks up. his hips press flush to yours, and your belly gets so tight from the pressure, and you swear you can feel him in your gut, stretching you around every thick inch of his cock, bulging veins rubbing against your inner walls, and your cunt pulsing around every throb of his cock.

“good girl,” he purrs. “let’s see how much you can really take.”

© kissbabie | don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work

[coffee-and-geto]

SAY YES TO THE SET - SATORU GOJO

“You perv.” “Me? Are you blaming a man? What am I saying— YOUR man. Actually—your very lucky man.”

pairing: husband! satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: after a long, tough day, satoru usually comes home to find you there. however, you have a surprise planned for him, which he will be delighted to discover before turning it into yet another opportunity to jump on you!

warnings: MDNI, suggestive, dirty talk, fluff, quite domestic, mention of yuji, megumi and nobara, just a whipped husband with his beloved wife <3

wc: 1,714

Satoru Gojo fell in love with you more than once.

He’s always willing to do anything you ask for, because every time he looks at you, the white-haired man feels like a teenager again, exactly at the time he met and knew you were meant for him.

So basically, his love language is gift-giving.

Or commonly called by you spoiling a bit too much.

A little bit too much.

Not counting the times he literally booked an island for the two of you for your honeymoon, bought expensive vintage cars for your beautiful eyes, bought brands (yes, you read that right) as soon as you vaguely mentioned liking a brand or two in particular, or even bought several penthouses in every city you might be interested in visiting on your next trip with him.

As said, maybe a little bit too much.

Maybe.

But when it comes to spoiling him, it’s a whole different story.

Satoru acts like a puppy. A lost one? A loyal one? A clingy one maybe? You never can tell. He’s a mix of all possible puppy types. He almost feels undeserving of you spoiling him. The idea of you giving him or providing him anything doesn’t make sense in his mind.

Not a hint of patriarchy or dominance comes into play here, but rather because he prefers to give rather than receive.

It’s in his nature.

So one day, you decide to wait for him in front of his car after his long day at Jujutsu High. His students—Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi—wave to you from afar before heading back to their dormitory, while a slender figure approaches you with long strides.

“Is that a dream? Am I in heaven?” And immediately, Satoru’s arms find your waist to hold you tighter than ever in his familiar embrace.

“Maybe both,” you crackle, cupping his cheeks while your lips peck his whole face. “I checked your schedule and came earlier.”

He presses a firm, (loud) and loving kiss on your own lips. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long, love.”

“It’s never too long when I’m waiting for you.”

And damn.

He’s a full mess now, heart beating like a cannonball, body temperature hitting impossible degrees until his hands are sweating and he’s ear-blushing just as his teen self used to.

“Can we go to the mall right now?” 

A smile followed by a little scratch on his undercut? He’s already carrying you to the passenger seat while he busies himself with starting the engine as quickly as possible. And as if he were afraid you would disappear if he didn’t touch you, Satoru’s large hand rests on the inside of your thigh, the perfect spot for him to feel safe with you and for you. A huge smile refuses to fade, and you immediately guess that even under his black blindfold, Satoru’s smile reaches his eyes.

“What do you wanna do at the mall?” he asks casually, his free hand pulling that move he always does when parking — spinning the wheel in one smooth circle with just one hand, head turned over his shoulder as he checks behind the car.

And of course, you catch the way his Adam’s apple bobs slightly as he moves — a small detail that makes your thighs instinctively squeeze together.

“Some clothes. I need your opinion.”

He raises both eyebrows and holds out his free arm once he has locked the car. “Of course you need me for that. How could you even breathe without me by the way? You need my air.”

On the way, a cute lingerie shop catches your eye, and you gently pull Satoru inside.

He opens his mouth, a little confused at first.

“Didn’t you say clothes?”

“Aren’t they clothes?” you smile.

He clears his throat but finally glances at you. “Clothes. Alright.” But he was silently screaming naughty girl and you’re snorting.

The inside of the boutique is small and quiet, almost cozy. A few narrow racks line the space, each holding unique and delicate sets — but what really catches your eye are the dainty, coquette-style pieces. Soft pastel colors, flirty floral lace, and little sensual details that feel like summer tempt you enough to pick out one or two sets.

When you glance over at Satoru, he’s distractedly staring at the display of blue lingerie, eyes half-lidded and lost in thought.

“You know, I said I needed your opinion,” you comment, a small smirk tugging the corner of your lips, “so… if you like any—”

You don’t have time to say anything else before he’s already picked up a dozen sets of lingerie—your own items looking pretty meager in comparison.

Sighing, you head for the deserted fitting rooms. Perfect.

And as you turn to draw the curtains away from prying eyes, you come face to face with Satoru, standing with his feet firmly inside the fitting room, a questioning look on his face.

“Out.”

“Pretty, please—”

The next second, he is sitting on a chair, his left ass’ cheek still sore and kinda burning from your kick.

Putting on the first set, a light blue baby doll adorned with discreet white lace, you admire yourself in the mirror before opening the curtain slightly to call Satoru. He hurries to come in before even seeing you.

And when he finally gets to admire you, he has no comment to make. His gaze gradually softens behind his blindfold, his mouth slowly parts, and his arms, once crossed over his chest, fall to his sides, not knowing what to do with themselves. He’s dying to wrap them around you as he usually does, but something freezes him in place.

His eyes sparkle with admiration, but less mischief than usual.

Just pure love. It wasn’t the cute outfit that made him fall in love for the umpteenth time in his life. It was just you. You and your smile, anticipating his reaction—more specifically, about to laugh at a potentially charming and flirtatious comment he usually makes; your bright eyes fixed on him, your cheeks slightly flushed from the heat in the store and even more so in the fitting room.

“You are beautiful,” he finally says quietly.

A faint blush creeps up your cheeks, reddening them even more. “What about the baby doll?”

He shakes his head. “You are stunning in everything.” His arms finally wrap around you and he turns you toward the mirror, meeting your gaze, which you know is on you despite his blindfold. “See?” he whispers next to your ear, chest pressed against your back. “That’s my beautiful wife. The one I am lucky and grateful to see every day when I wake up. My first and only love.”

“Hey, you are not allowed to make me cry,” you protest, swallowing to make the lump in your throat go away as he kisses the side of your neck.

“Guilty as charged,” he sighs, stealing another kiss on your cheek and pats your hip. “Next one now.”

“Fine.”

The next isn’t as simple as the previous one. More girly, you think, eyes darting the small flowers all over the corset. An admiring whistle is heard right behind you, and through the reflection in the long mirror in the dressing room, Satoru has lifted a corner of his blindfold to admire you from head to toe. “I quite enjoy the view right now.”

“You perv.”

He takes a dramatic shocked expression and brutally hits his hand right where his heart beats. “Me? Are you blaming a man? What am I saying— YOUR man. Actually—your very lucky man.”

You hide your face behind your hands in an attempt to muffle your bursting laugh, and Satoru grins proudly, shoving his hand in his jacket’s pockets.

“Anyways. I love this one.”

“You do?” you ask, calming down. You spin around slightly to give him a 360 view of the set. “It’s… floral. I like the— What’s that look for?” you ask, your hands on your hips in a disapproving stance.

“Tell me, wouldn’t you look good if you wear that while I make you cum on my cock?”

Your face flushed immediately when your brain pictures it perfectly. “Satoru!” you hiss. “We’re not alone!” And you push him out of the dressing room, glancing nervously at the saleswoman at the store entrance, who looks at you with a slightly confused expression.

The third set is a simple pastel yellow nightgown that you picked up earlier. Its straps are made of lace in equally light shades of pink and turquoise with small fruity details—including mini grapefruits and lemons. It’s long enough to cover most of your torso and almost all of your rear. However, Satoru notices a second later that a single movement allows him to see that the nightgown comes with a thong of the same color, so thin that he almost didn’t notice it.

And before you even think about giving your opinion, Satoru is already lifting you up in his arms and pressing you against the wall.

You gasp, nails digging into his broad shoulders as his nose buries itself between your clenched legs. “Satoru, what—”

“Just let me eat you out in this set,” he mumbles, tone muffled as you struggle. “Pretty, please—”

“We can’t!” you protest. “The saleswoman could—”

“Is everything alright here?” she suddenly asks from behind the curtain. You didn’t even hear her come in.

Satoru freezes under the nightgown and holds his breath as you hold back from yelling at him.

“Y-Yes, I’m just on the phone right now,” you respond nervously. “Sorry.”

“Oh. No problem, take your time,” she responds sweetly before the sounds of her footsteps fades away.

And as if he had guessed that you were going to kill him on the spot, Satoru pressed a chaste kiss on your clothed clit.

You gasp, nails digging into his muscles even deeper. “I swear, if we get banned from another lingerie store—”

“That’s their problem,” he mumbles against your inner thigh now.

“Satoru, stop talking—”

“Only if you stop looking that good.”

You slap his head lightly. “Home. Now. I’m putting you on a leash.”

“Kinky,” he grins, looking up way too fast.

And with that, your very problematic, very whipped husband drags you out of the store with five lingerie bags and zero shame.

a/n: here comes a fic after 3 months of inactivity, i'm sorry! i have a lot to write and i'm planning soon to finish them, i promise <3 how are yall doing btw? i miss posting here 🥲

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[pillbaby]

sex-addict!satoru must love making your life just a little bit harder.

you don't have anything against sex, not really. in fact, you're all for it. you enjoy it as much as the next person. especially with satoru. but him? nothing about him is average, something you should know by now.

he's never the one dealing with the aftermath, not like you. he doesn't have to limp, or ache, or find new ways to sit without wincing. no bedroom bruises for him, no hickeys.

oh, the hickeys. they drive you absolutely insane, plastered everywhere. more often than you'd like to admit, you forget to cover some of them.

it's one thing to get stared at by judgmental adults in public. what's worse? walking beside your boyfriend, who's got that infuriatingly smug grin, like he's silently broadcasting, yeah. i did that.

"it'll be so quick. five minutes, that's all." satoru whines, already trailing needy kisses down your neck.

"no," you huff, trying to bat him away as you dab another layer of concealer onto your collarbone, attempting to hide an older, still-stubborn red mark. "we're already late, 'toru." besides, it's never five minutes. five minutes won't be enough for either of you, and then it'll turn into thirty. next thing you know, you're fucked dumb still begging for more.

he grins, barely pulling back. "even better! we're already late? go big or go home!" what did that even mean?

your resolve is already crumbling. "i don't need anything new to cover up. this is already taking forever." despite what you're telling him, there's a warmth flooding your veins. satoru doesn't miss the way your thighs clench. he never does.

"fine, then. no hickeys. promise. i'll be in and out." he turns on the full force of those puppy-dog eyes, and honestly, who are you to say no to that? in your defense, you really did try to hold your ground. but… this was satoru.

you don't even finish nodding before he scoops you up, dropping you onto the bed. with one hand, he shoves aside the panties you're wearing under your skirt, and then he's bottoming out, a deep groan of pure bliss rumbling in his chest. you're embarrassingly wet, like you'd been craving this as much as he had.

satoru wants to tease you about it, but he knows he's treading a thin line. you let out a soft moan, a sound he'll never get tired of, as his cock drills into you.

two shared orgasms later, you're shaking in his arms, too spent to even check the time. your sore pussy is leaking both his cum and yours, leaving the sheets beneath you sticky.

catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, you squint at a new spot of blooming red, right beneath your jaw. your mouth falls agape, "satoru!"

he's half-asleep, curled into your side. "oops," he grins, as soft as it is insincere. it's clear that neither of you are going anywhere, anytime soon.

but, out of it all, the hardest thing is the fact that you need this as much as him.

[swearimnevergivingup]

you’ve been riling satoru up all night, so now he’s fucking you until “sorry” is the only thing you can say

you’ve been teasing him all evening — touching his thigh under the table, leaning in a little too close when you whisper in his ear, brushing your lips over his jaw when nobody’s looking. and the worst of all? when you pretended to “accidentally” drop your lipgloss, then bent over and gave him a good look up your short skirt.

no panties.

satoru isn’t really angry — can’t ever be angry with you — not when you look at him with those eyes, and a cute pout to top it all off. but this is all a fun little game you play together, so he lets his darker fantasies take over and indulges in the whimpers and whines that fall from your lips as he fucks you face down into the couch like this.

your legs are spread wide and apart, ass hoisted up as he thrusts into you with a steady, hard rhythm. he isn’t angry — if anything, it’s cute how you struggle to keep your position, even as your legs tremble and your cunt clenches around him, impossibly tight and wet. you mewl a little every time he jolts you forward with a harsh thrust, your hands dripping the cushions for purchase as you fight to keep yourself up.

“s-suh—” you’re mumbling something into the cushion, voice a wet, ruined sound.

“what was that baby?”

“s-sorry, sorry—” you sob, lifting your head so he can hear you clearer. “sorry, s-satoru—”

he laughs, low and wicked, leaning forward until his chest presses against your back. “sorry?” he coos. “you don’t sound very sorry, baby,” another perfect thrust has you biting back a loud moan that confirms exactly what he was saying. “you sound like you’re loving this.”

“n-no, i am, i am—” you choke out, arms giving out as his thrusts grow even harder, deeper, dragging along your sensitive walls, until all you can do is brokenly sob his name into the fabric. “satoru, f-fuck—”

“good girl,” he purrs, one big hand splayed across your lower back, pinning you in place as if you could ever run. as if you ever wanted to run. “take it for me. be sweet and say it again.”

“s-sorry, satoru,” you rasp, voice cracking. “s-sorry—”

“mhm,” he hums, smug and satisfied, hips slamming into yours with a pace that leaves you trembling. “that’s it, baby. you’ll be real sorry when i’m done with you.”

[tonycries]

Switchin' Positions

Synopsis. Domming him? Funny.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, trying to dom him but failing, powerpIay, manhandIing, chokíng, spítting, matíng presses, true form Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, they’re big, tummy buIges, headIocks, running from it, rough s, p talking, p sIapping, GOJO’S POWERS, they go FÉRAL, dùmbifícation, creampíes, marathons, overstím, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Had a dream about Toji and woke up thinking I was pregnant-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - TYPA

Seriously.” Toji rolls his hazed eyes, and gives your swollen core a good, solid spank in punishment. “If you’re gonna milk me dry, then do it properly, mama.”

And you’re bawling, sliding your hips back into his in slamming ministrations. “I am—” You don’t know what possessed you to make you think that you could take over right now - mind too addled with each of his rovering thrusts. And you don’t know what possessed Toji to help you find out.

“You hafta make me sh-shake, mama.” Though you were the one trembling, slick drool coating your tongue with each of his hard semi-ruts. “Hafta make me hypnotized- mmm, make me beg for it-”

“Shut up-”

“Oho?” Little did you know that that was exactly what would make the plump, pretty pink crown of his shaft twitch all the way deeply inside you. “N-not bad…” Toji smirks, and his palm swats your folds once more. “-but I need more.”

Oh- more, more, more. 

He was going to be the death of you; because even though you were the one ridin’ away, Toji’s roughened hands were glued onto the sides of your hips. 

Big, beefy biceps flexing after each grope of your flesh, he drags your swervin’ body down with a rude slam! Hard enough that the glossed mess between your legs was staining his dark happy trail, hard enough that you swear you feel his vein-covered inches throb all the way near the back of your throat. 

You can feel his weepy orifice rub-rub-rub on your spongy cervix, sensually. “Who’re you telling to shut up, doll, hmm–?” Your boyfriend gazes up at you through long lashes, “Because it sure isn’t me- is it?”

“What if it is?” You have to chew on the insides of your cheek to keep from breaking out in sultry whines. 

His raven brows slightly raise in carnal desire, puncturing out a particularly hard slide down your walls. “Mmm, good. But choke me out with your ngh- pussy while you say it.”

“Wh-what?”

And you instinctually do - but Toji’s swollen just so damn big that it was a challenge for your tight channel to even squeeze. To gush ‘round his mazing girth, it’s barely even making his bucking cadence falter, barely even making him slow down.

“Shit-” You’re seeing stars explode behind your eyes as he’s shifting ever-so-slightly underneath you to press his flared slit against your g-spot. Were you supposed to be the one in control again? Because every scrapin’ stretch of his fat cock only made you feel anything but. “Shit shit shit- like that-”

“Nuh uh, mama. You do it like that.” It was just so cute to watch the way your spit-glittered bottom lip jut out at his words. 

And Toji merely has to rest his toned hips for a single split-second before you’re clawing at his pecs with a whine. It just wasn’t enough for you. Greedily, you’re using his broad chest as a perch once you throw your head back and pap! your treacly cunt down.

Long, sloppy bounces that makes the Toji Fushiguro shake his unruly bangs in an attempt to clear his head. “Yeah- yeah, harder.” There’s a resounding hiss when he’s slipping his hand down to spank your pussy yet again. Making your screaming hamstrings lurch- “Faster- c’mon ch-choke me with that pussy, what’d I say?”

“Thought I told you to hah- shut up.” You stubbornly huff n’ puff, words slurring after each probing prod of his long length.

“Mmm, make me.”

You scoff, faintly- because what Toji didn’t know was that you had one last trick up your sleeve. One last thing that you knew would ruin him.

In a split-second you’re pushing down on his clammy chest, hips perking up just a few centimeters. Toji’s globed mushroom tip chases the soft feeling of your cunt as you’re leaning your weight back to rock your hips. To spell.

And Toji’s scarred lips gape once he realizes- “Y-you’re…” Letting off such a deep guttural groan, those jade irises of his are nearly a blur as they follow each letter: T-O-J-I—“Spelling- ngh, oh, d’you want me to spell it out?”

Again and again—T-O-J-I

The overworked bedcoils creak as he pushes himself onto two strong elbows, craning his head up. Such a loving coo seeps into his gasps, his heaves, “Toji. Toji. S’that what you’re trying to say, mama? My name?”

“Y-yes!” At this point, your throat’s raw with primal trills. 

And you’re so wet that a few beads of slick splatter when Toji swats your webbed slit once more, letting the syrupy ooze all down his slip. He wastes no time trekking it up to his mouth and licking it clean, snickering as you stumble. “Heh-” He notices your mouth dangle open as you misstep on the starting T-O spelling. “Jeeze, doll, you should know how to oh- spell my name. It’s T–” Manhandling you, roughly in his grasp like he wanted. “Then O, then J, I–”

“I-I already know- mmpf!” Another mean spank, and another disruption in your tempo.

“Mhm, what happened?” Just so big, Toji’s fat, pulsating length was spearing your walls until your entire body shakes. And that meant you were losing rhythm with only a few more drags down your velvety walls, feeling him teasingly tickle each nook n’ cranny. “Wanted to fuck- milk me dry- so what’s happenin’? Take it, girl.” 

Before he can stop himself, he’s latching his palms to the sides of your waist so you can’t escape and rutting. Wild. Animalistic. 

Again and again Toji easily drives into you like a madman until you’re seeing white—“Toji- n-ngh, Toji, I don’t think m’gonna last-”

“Hehhh? Weren’t you supposed to be the one making me cream?” Yet, soon enough your pout replaces with an irresistible whine of his name and he finds his heart racing. “Well, whatever, doll.”

Suddenly, your ears pop with the dull thud of his fattened crown gluing to your g-spot- “Cum f’me then.”

It’s crashing into you before you can control - long, sudden, and hard. 

A wave of bliss takes over your entire body until you can do nothing but sprawl through the middle of his muscular front and take it. Thrust after pressurized thrust that’s pounding you through you high- Toji doesn’t wait, he doesn’t even hesitate before dragging you through each peak.

Watching your tears well up behind your eyes because it just felt so good. 

You’re curling your hands into the curls at the back of his head, shakin after every single zap of electricity darting down your spine. Filling you up until you can feel each throb against your sweetest spots- “Toji I- oh, fuck!”

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes bulging open- because your boyfriend then easily, rapidly flips you over onto your back. Head cushioned by the pillows, he’s throwing your two quivering legs over his sculptured shoulders, letting them stretch down, down, down.

Into a mating press.

“My turn now, mama.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Use me.”

And you can only shrill out in response, the plump inches of Nanami’s tip swabbing your insides. In such a mean full nelson, he’s leaving your squirmin’ and shaking without even trying.

Cooing, “You wanted to take control, right, darlin’?” And he’d give into any of your whims, anything that his pretty lil’ wife says. So when you claimed you wanted to take a chance with control tonight…well. “So use me.”

Creamy pre splatters down your walls and creates a cute lil’ ring that he’s smearing out with his thumb. Dipping the saccharine syrup between your trembling lips, “Faster-” You’re keening, head thrown back. “Faster, Ken—!”

Your husband chuckles, gusting breath humid against your ear- “My love, is that what you- hah- want?” 

He was just so sexy like this, the front of his pecs all slick with sweat and your cockdrunken saliva - you’re being carried up n’ down with each of his pants. Head lolling around after each of his rovering shovels, his girth fills you up until you’re shaking 

Until your mouth moves before your fuzzy mind- “Yes- oh, Ken.” You arch your back into the perfect curvature to buck your hips down in matching cadence, rut after tiny rut. “Just like that- right there-”

“Mhmmm— tell me exactly how you want it.” His long nose bridge lines down the side of your throat, tuggin’ you deeper into his sloppy full nelson and it makes you gasp. Rubbing the prominent veins of his shaft even deeper, “M’all- ngh, all yours, y’know?”

“Yeah- please-”

“All yours.” Repeating. Echoing. The constant slamming of your hips was driving him mad, and a slow line of drool trickles from the side of his maw, puddling by the edge of your right shoulder.

A soft grunt leaves Nanami after each of his thrusts, “Use me.” He’s hissing, blond brows furrowing once his globular mushroom tip is reaching straight for the target of your g-spot. Feeling the way your velvety channel clenches- “Use me.”

“Fuh-faster—” You pull on the strands of his blond hair. “Want you in me even hngh- deeper, Ken.”

“Faster?” There’s something darkly raspy in his tone - and it’s enough to make you swivel your loopy head ‘round and gaze at him. Catching the way that Nanami’s molten pupils dilate, the way that his nostrils flare, mouth parting. “As you wish, ma’am.” 

And before you can even register it, he’s pulling out till the ring of your entrance stretches on his fat, probing tip. Teasing the drivelling orifice of your pussy, Nanami bullies his throbbing girth in so fast that it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

With a great, shuddering thud.

So rough n’ lewd that it makes you flail your limbs wildly. 

“Hah- hah, stay, darling. Want it harder, too?” He’s growling out near the shell of your earlobe- and before you can even think of answering, your husband’s acting on his little promise. 

Sharply bouncing his hips off the mattress in long, aching jackhammers - he’s fucking up into you like he hated you. Though, he kept on kissin’ the side of your temple, groaning at the beads of perspiration and tears running down your face. “See- see. Anything for you, my wife. Anything. Love bein’ milked by this, mm, pretty pussy.”

Your breath catches at his words, “Kento–!” Struggling to move even a single inch within his hold, you had no idea whether it was him or you that was the more gone of the two. That was more in control. 

You almost feel him crack a smile, “What’s that?” Spreading your legs, it makes the oversaturated folds of your pussy smear even more open with a sluuuurp. “I thought you wanted me to hck! breed this cute cunt, my love.” He tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, keeping your body from jostling restlessly. “I’m letting you have hah- allll the control, see?”

But it still felt like he was overpowering you with his constant bash-bash-bash into your throbbing bundle of nerves. At this point, you were sure he’d bruised a perfect circular shape the size of his circumference. 

And you throw your head back with a gurgle and try to lurch.

“I said stay-” One of his hands roam from the underside of your thighs to stick to the top of your scalp, pushing you down. Nanami was just so strong that he was manhandling you easily to his every whim, “Can’t tell me what to- hah, do if you’re trying to escape.”

You scratch your nails up at his bulging deltoids, sobs wrecking your voicebox. “B-but-”

“Ah ah, come on, my love.” 

And he was firm in his tone.

In one, fluid motion he was reaching for something from the top of your bedside drawer- and only when Nanami’s coiling that yellow, silken fabric around your wrists do you realize. His tie. He was wrapping you up like his very own gift, pinning your hands together so he can move you like a ragdoll. 

“No running.”

Gasping, “O-oh.”

“How about…” He drawls, near the tip of your ear. “I teach you how to be really in- hah- control, darling?” Tempting, tantalizing, he’s stirrin’ up his fat, pulsating cock into your cunt. Poking each tender divot that you never even knew existed. “Y’know for…educational purposes.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Try-hard?!

“Seriously, gorgeous?” And Geto couldn’t have sounded more smug even if he tried.

You stubbornly huff over your shoulder, the past irritation from your argument still brewing. “What?”

Swatting your trembling thighs open, he’s upright between and slapping down the flared ridge of his cockhead from behind. Squeezing in just the tip, he watches as your cute lil’ slit drools all down his rock-hard length, “If you wanna dom someone, you gotta…” And before you can say a word, your boyfriend has your dominant hand in his. Veering up, up, up to wrap ‘round his throat, Geto grins—“-really dom them.”

And he wasn’t joking. 

Geto Suguru was leaving his neck at your complete mercy, and making sure that you squeeze it hard enough to halve his airflow. 

Blushing, it’s enough to make his perky mushroom tip slip between your first ring of muscle and gasp- “Buuuut, of course-” A sensual dimple indents his grin, “-your pretty lil’ self won’t know the first thing about- oh!”

It happens in all of two seconds - you have your hips arched up to take in a few more of his reddened, swollen inches, and you have your fingerpads tightening. They dig neat crescents into the side of his airway, “What was- mm, that, Sugu—?”

He’s spitting once you start batting your lashes - oh-so-mockingly. 

Slimily scouring the innards of your cunt- oh, if you wanted more, then you were going to get it. Geto swerves his prolonged cock until his lush tip slapped each hidden crevice, poking n’ prodding every orifice until you whine. Again and again. “Wh-what was- ngh- that, Sugu—?” Geto snickers out, teasingly echoing after your lecherous noises. “If you’re so in control- hah- fucking show me, then.” 

And as if to prove his point, those rosy lips of his purse with the aim of spitting straight down your drivelling slit. Watching as the beaded glob slips only adds to the mess of slick and lets off such a squelch. He groans, “Show me that this p-pretty fuckin’ pussy isn’t just talk.”

“Y-you- wish-” But it’s weakly dying out from your throat the very second that Geto’s pulling back to let his cockhead harshly thwack into your cervix. 

“And oh, does she talk a lot-” Because even though you could bite down on the gummy insides of your cheeks to hold back your moans, your drippin’ wet pussy was just so loud. “-she’s even more honest than you, gorgeous.”

He was so big that your dewy walls were having trouble clenching, so long that even the tiniest rut made him reach for the target of your womb. Geto’s puffy veins zig-zag down your snug channel and make your cunt gurgle out such saturated noises. 

“I know I know, girl.” He’s rolling his eyes- and only one, two, three more precise jackhammers later do you realize that he’s not even talking to you.

Instead, planting another dollop of spit onto your cunt - so that it’s even wetter, enough to talk back to him. Cooing sympathetically, “But she wants to- haaah, prove a point, you see. Gonna hafta put up with it juuust a lil’ longer.” One of his fat thumbs reach over to press down on your clit, and you feel a part of your brain shatter. “Sorry about that, girl.”

Your eyes snap open - the audacity. 

Because an argument over who was more in control is exactly what resulted in you stumbling onto all fours in the first place. And Geto hadn’t even thought of apologizing. 

But here he was - drawing delirious little hearts on the pulsing nub of your clit, watching as it swells up even bigger with each ministration. 

You swear you feel yourself getting a little delirious over that, too. 

You can’t help but push back onto the toned lines of his pelvis with a pap! The cheeks of your ass tickle his dark happy trail, backs of your thighs pressing up against his Herculean ones. “Didn’t apologize to me, Sugu-”

“Fuck-” He whispers underneath his breath, “Fuck.” And the very moment that you’re sloppily dragging your hips back- he finds himself clawing onto the sides of your waist.

He finds himself rutting right back into you with a grunt- “Th-that’s all you got?” And thank fuck that the sides of his aching hot cock had bloated up even further, because it’s enough to make your mind all lewdly stupid. Unable to catch the quiet whimper in his voice. Geto wastes no time spitting down your slit once more, “Embarrassinggg– try a lil’ harder, gorgeous, c’mon.”

He’s ravenous - clawing onto the globes of your ass to drag you into him, hunching his body forwards so that you’re getting wetter after each flex and pulse of his toned core. 

You fist your hands into the damp sheets, “I-I’m trying.” Even that gives barely enough leverage for you to match the constant repeated pumps of his cock.

And Geto doesn’t even think to falter. Instead, he warms your cervix with a line of precum that he smears all ‘round, “C’mon- c’mon.” He’s watching through hooded eyes at the way your pretty pussylips were gobbling up every clumped ounce being poured out. “She’s being too ngh- sweet one me.”

“C-can’t help it-”

Through the tears in your eyes, you can make out the way your rude boyfriend breaks out in a priggish grin, “Hmm, I can.”

And it all happens before you can even register it- Geto has his hand cradling your own throat, firmly. Barely even breaking a sweat when he bodily hauls you back into him like a ragdoll. 

Hips against hips, his tip against your cervix.

It’s a change of angle which leaves Geto’s length bullying in so deep that it feels like he’s permanently lodged there. Clogging up your throat- “S-Suguru that’s- hck! unfair.”

“Whatever, gorgeous.” Those amethyst eyes of his roll- though, they impatiently latch back onto your clingy pussy. “Though, she already fuuuck- knows…” 

You struggle against his hold to absolutely no avail, only bearing thrust after thrust. Rude and impatient. Geto slows down his thorough scouring only to finish off his sentence from before- “-that you’re gonna hafta hold on tight, s’gonna be a…bumpy ride.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - A Whole New World

“S-spit in my mouth, baby?”

Your pretty boyfriend scorches bright red at the words leaving his mouth, almost as if he couldn’t believe them - but still didn’t want to retract them. 

And as your mouth hovers over to stain his tastebuds with a wad of your spittle, Choso finds himself groaning. “Harder.” This time, he’s bucking his hips wildly from underneath you. Spearing your sloppy cadence with long, thorough thrusts of his swollen cock. “Faster.” 

“So bossy.” You gasp, and you swear his bloated crown was scrape-scraping all the way near the back of your throat. 

“Mhmmm—” Choso doesn’t even deny it- but oh, how could he? He was just so pussydrunk right now that he doesn’t even think he could breathe, doesn’t even think he could do anything but bore straight up at you as you ride him. Heavy cock fitted between your legs like he couldn’t let go- “Faster, baby. Faster-”

Before you know it, one of his clammy palms glue all the way to the back of your ass cheeks. With a firm grip on your flesh, he’s rapidly pushing you up, up, upwards.

And all the way back down.

It was such a harsh bounce- you’re being stretched on the sheer size of Choso’s cock. All the way from the ruby-red crown of his length to his veiny base. 

Such a raw, primal feeling that makes you moan, “Oh my- ngh, god.”

Your beloved boyfriend’s mouth falls cleanly open at the sound of your pretty voice cracking, “Oh.” Experimentally, almost tentatively, he’s manhandling your poor body to do the same thing all over again-

“F-fuck, Cho–!”

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Yeah-” You can barely even catch your breath after the rude, vicious slams that Choso was unwittingly planting on your treacly pussy. And you swear that you’re seeing stars the very moment he’s repeating that motion- holding you up as if it was nothing for his beefy arms. 

Then letting you cascade in a sloppy drag again. And again. And again. “Ngh, mmm, it just feels…so…”

“O-oh.” His plump, spit-slicked mouth parts at the realization. Eyes bulging, breaths panting, Choso looks down between your legs and finds that you’d gotten so wet that syrupy slick was dripping all down to his washboard abs. “You seriously like this, baby?”

Helplessly nodding your head- “Y-yes-”

“Really?” He breathes, handsome face craning up to yours. “Really really?”

“Yes-”

You’re being flipped over before you even know it- head thumping against the pillow, his tensed core pinning you down. Naturally - Choso doesn’t seem to even realize what he’s doing, brain too pussydrunk, thoughts too far gone - he throws your quivering legs over his shoulders and bends.

“A m-mating press?” You mutter, in disbelief- Choso’s absolute favorite pastime was to be ridden dry by you. So having his forehead pressing against yours, happy trail crushing your clit, weight leaning in heftily was absolutely making your mind spin.

“You- you seriously like when I fuck you all like- this?” Each word ended off with a solid, shuddered spank against your womb. 

Digging in a circular bruise for just a few split-seconds, before he’s reeling his length back with a sloppy squelch. All ready to spearhead the entirety of your cunt all over again, and again, and again. “Like when I fuck- fuck! into your pretty pussy like thiiiis—?” And then he’s dragging out an extended slide down your cervix, making your toes curl. Choso gingerly smiles at the way your heels flap on his shoulder muscles, “When m’all in- hah- control?”

“Yes—” Something at the back of your throat feels primally hoarse, “Yes yes yes yes, Choso-”

His eyes gawk, “Ohhh, baby, I didn’t know you could even sound like that.” Guiding up one of his hands, he hooks a thumb between your maw to make your voice sing out even louder. “Fuck-” Pressing his thumb inside- “Fuck, m’not being too rough, am I?”

You shake your head- or, at least, Choso thinks you shake your head.

It could simply be the way his burrowing thrusts were leaving your head wobbling like a bobblehead. Every gash of his upright length leaving your velvety walls rubbed raw. 

Harder, more feral than you’ve ever known him.

The half-curse feels your nails scratch cutely down his back muscles, and it makes him lurch his head towards yours with a groan. “Spit in my mouth-” Registering the words only after they’ve slipped out of his mouth, he then gasps. “N-no wait- I should be the one spitting in ngh- your mouth, riiiight, baby–?”

Before you can answer, the thumb probin’ inside the cavern of your mouth dips low. Tugging on your jaw just so that it can spread wiiide open into the perfect ‘oh.’

THWACK–! You’re nearly wincing at the utter noise of his knot of spit splashing onto your tongue, slipping straight down your throat. You blink your bleary eyes up at him and notice that Choso looks even more hypnotized than you. 

Like he was barely even breathing, barely even thinking as he lifts back ever-so-slightly to splosh yet another wad of spit onto your pussy. 

And it’s enough to make you see white. To make your chest heave in surprise- he’s never acted like this before. “Choso, ngh-”

“Oh, baby-” Through his long lashes, he peers down at the gooey liquid slips between your swollen folds. “-d’you think my blood- ngh- manipulation applies to…” And promptly smears down the glittery wetness, “-other substances, too?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - La-two-two

The King’s hands were large - monstrous, in fact. Tracing his long, blackened nails further and further down your quivering body, Sukuna feels for those two thick outlines on the front of your stomach and pushes-

“Cheh-” Sukuna clicks his long tongue, the flats of his palm putting pressure on those tummy bulges he was fucking into you easily. Without even trying. “You think you’re gonna- hah- dom me with your cute cunt strugglin’ to even take both of these, brat?”

“I-I can-” Even though you’re just barely managing to sputter out the very syllables, feeling his rovering tips swab into your very larynx. 

You were riding him by now, and each n’ every inch he was filling your slick-flooded orifice with felt heavenly. It was almost too much. “Mhm? Yer reeeeal fuckin’ ambitious.” Almost like you didn’t know whether to pull away or buck back down for more, more, more.

Hands throwing ‘round his bulky shoulders, you arch your body into his with slow, swivelling half-thrusts. Agonizingly, you’re just barely letting the rock-hard crowns of his tips enter through your slit, “Oh y-yeah? Don’t tell me you’re scared, Kuna?”

“M’not fucking- scared-” Hissing, and you swear the very tips of his ears were burning crimson. “I just wish you’d take it a lil’ faster instead of that pathetic human speed-”

“Ah ah-” And before he can get out another word, your hands are pushing him down by his pecs. Listening to Sukuna’s racing heartbeat as you’re shoving him to the mattress and stalling the rude pivot of his hips. 

It’s not enough to have him pummelling in n’ out like you knew he wanted to right now. Juuust enough to make the creamy circumferences of his cockheads kiss your sweet cervix, a sweet syrupy slide up and down. You hum, “It’s my turn, remember our bet?”

“Fuck the bet-”

“Then I get to be ruler of the curses-” You’re smirking, still basking in the genius of this lil’ challenge. Some stupid wager that if you can stay in control, then all Sukuna’s cursed subjects will have a new leader. 

And it’s the very notion that makes his crimson eyes widen, goosebumps trailing across his tattooed body now that you had him sprawled out on his own aged bed. 

Riding him like you was maddened.

Plap-plap-plap your ass was swatting his pelvis in repeating, sloppy movements. Each lecherous drag of your walls massaging Sukuna’s thumping veins until he was holding back a keen. “Fuck- fuck- aw, c’mon, mama.” One of his palms attempts to latch onto your thighs and make you jerk up at his own pace. “Then you better go faster.”

You huff stubbornly, “I’ll go faster when I- mmpf-”

Immediately your maw glues shut by an onslaught of saliva, your eyes roll to the back of your head until you’re seeing raw white. Because Sukuna has his feet planted onto the mattress, pumping all his long, solid inches inside your cunt with a wild buck-

“Sukuna—!”

“Whaaat?” He grins at the cute rage on your face, you were about as threatening to him as you were irritating - absolutely not at all. Not that he’d ever admit it. 

Instead, what Sukuna does is simply torture your dewy wet walls with the bumpin’ of his knees. He leans back sexily and watches your jaw drop further with each unsteady push. “M’not doing anything.” Panting through the gaps of his canines, his pinkish brows crinkle with each cute clench of your cushy walls. “Maybe m’just- hah- impatient.”

Lower lip jutting out, “You’re just so…”

“So what?” He grins. Fully knowing that it felt so good for you that you simply couldn’t say anything.

Only a few of his vein-covered strokes leave your walls already branded, leaving you bawling for more. Babbling out sweet, sweet sounds that hit his eardrums like his favorite song- “Please- hngh! please- Kuna-”

“Heh, wha’s the matter, brat?” He’s leering even closer, you’re just so gorgeous that the second mouth slashed across his stomach licks its lips. Starts to salivate. Starts to tickle your sheeny inner thighs with his curled muscle, “Like it when m’in control, huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself-”

Cutting you off with a heavy few thrusts, the curved globe of his tips stick against your womb. “M’not flattering-” Just in time with the coiled tip of his tongue that starts to sink in past your pussylips- “m’fucking you like you- hah, deserve, mama.”

“Oh, K-Kuna–!” You’re mewling, feeling his tongue slither past that first ring of muscle at your cunt. Trying to bargain its way inside-

“Ah, stop yer whining, brat.” Languidly, one of Sukuna’s four beefy arms plaster over your drivelling mouth. As if to halt the constant flow of cockdrunken spit- but what he succeeds in instead is manifesting a third mouth on his palm.

Slotting between your own lips into a sinful, sinful kiss- “Keh?” The King of Curses himself looked slightly shocked, slightly abashed - all these thousands of years and he never knew he had a third cursed mouth? “Guess lettin’ you dom wasn’t too oh- bad then…”

And that meant having all three - Sukuna’s twin cocks bludgeoning your dripping wet cunt, his lavish taste buds flicking your clit - make you see stars. Making you swerve your greedy hips back until it felt like the matching presses of his cockhead were permanent fixtures on your cervix. 

Again and again and again.

Until you’re muffling out a few jumbled words into his palm, “Please, ngh, Kuna- close- oh.”

“Close, huh?” A few more vicious strikes and Sukuna’s taking a look down at his slobbery second mouth. “Sooo fuckin’ thirsty-” As you bawl on in slight confusion, he leans over to lap a few salty tears, whispering. “-so you better squirt, mama. Or we’re doing this allll over again.”

One- two- three- Sukuna counts in his head, the precise number of strikes against your g-spot until you’re throwing your head back and cumming.

Crashing into your high, your body’s moving before your mind- because only after a few more bounces on his heated lengths do you recognize the splashing shine between your legs. The way your thighs just seemed to stick together with a syrupy glue- you were squirting.

Exactly as he’d wanted.

And exactly as Sukuna was darting his cursed tongue out to gulp up every single wadded ounce. You’re shivering at the rough texture of his taste buds, slipping up and down your sensitive slope.

Your toes curl, tears running on overdrive.

“Oh my god- oh-” Sharply trilling, you could barely even look at Sukuna with your lolling head. Entire body wracking with shivers at the peaks of your orgasm. “Cumming- m’cumming m’cumming, Kuna-”

“I already know.” He sighs gruffly, your spongy cervix was just bathed in a mess of both your slick and his pre. So you really can’t blame him for wafting a thumb down your stomach and pressing with his fat thumb, feeling for those lecherous tummy bulges once more.

His accurate fingerpad locates where the poor base of your pussy was bein’ bashed in- “Let’s make it twice.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - SUB CHALLENGE

“Fuck-” It was hushed, reverent. Your poor, delicate boyfriend’s just sinking the globe of his ruby-red tip inside before he’s utterly ruined. “F-fuck!”

He was burning hot.

He was slamming his clammy palm down onto the headboard above you to try and stop himself from rutting into your gooey goodness. Just the feeling of your pretty cunt makes a single teardrop cascade down his cheek, brows crinkling at that heavenly feeling of you tightening your legs ‘round his waist and clenching. 

A soft groan escapes his mouth, “I c-could really fuck you stupid right now, pretty.” And as if to prove his point, Ino’s leaning his weight on top of yours to let his aching cock slide in with a squeeeelch–!

“Mmm, I’d like to see you try, baby.” You’re humming. 

One of his sweat-slicked brows raise, “S’that a-a oh-” And Ino could barely even speak - could barely even continue his train of thought - as your velvety folds gobble him up. Shit, how was he even supposed to breathe with your cunt slurping ‘round him like this? “S’that a challenge, sweetness?”

“Hmm…” You pretend to be lost in faux-thought, all for him to repeatedly buck into your innards with a huff. You had complete control of him at this point. “Well, if you really want to try- oh!”

Before you can say anything, before you can even breathe, Ino has his hand squeezin’ at your cute airway and his cock shovelling all the way deep until the hilt. The curve of his ballsack strikes your slope, and his pretty pink tip is scouring right into the target of your cervix.

Ino has his every solid inch stretching out your hidden crevices and doesn’t even wait for you to get used to the struggle- “Oh- oh, fuck! Taku-” 

“Are you oka-” He’s cutting himself off with a swift shake of his head, as if to jolt each pussydrunken syllable out of his mind. Before Ino plants his capped knees close upon either side of your hips and uses the leverage to rut- “I-I mean- you better…fucking take it.”

He blushes at the words leaving his mouth, unable to even believe it. 

Pressing you into the soft mattress with his weight, pinning your waist down so that you couldn’t escape no matter how much you squirmed.

“Fuckin’ take- allll of it, pretty.” Ino’s grunting shakily, and you feel his probin’ cockhead glissade stripes of pre all the way across the bottom of your pussy. 

“O-oh—” You’re cooing, throat tight with both moans and wads of saliva. He was so lengthy that your mouth just couldn’t stop watering at the pure carnal stretch, thrust after thrust that’s pushin’ your tightest nooks open. “It feels so good- ngh! Harder, baby.”

“Thought I was the one in charge now.” He’s drawling, with a stubborn poke against the door to your womb that leaves you speechless. And fuck, was Ino glad that your mind was fuzzy right now- otherwise you’d have noticed the way that he was speeding up.

The way he couldn’t stop his sloppy cock from reaching into your deepest, hottest depths. The way he hisses at the recoil of his curvaceous tip against your cervix solely because he couldn’t stand parting with your dewy wet pussy for even that.

You’re restlessly pushing back on his cadence- and he has to drag you down by your throat to pummel you with even more. Thrust upon thrust. “So you hafta take it- take it, ohh, all- hck! Sweetness…”

“Taku-”

“Please-” Hanging on by a fucking thread, he’s gripping at your throat to stop you from speaking. “Don’t say my name like that or- hngh.”

You didn’t know who was more drunken n’ gone at this point. 

So good that he’s forced to spank his stray hand down on the wood of your headboard and gape as it shatters under his strength. “Fuck-” He’s echoing, words departing in a scorching gust of air. Just then Ino’s leaning over - bending you in half - till his pearly white canines find the tip of your ear, your knees meeting your tits. Gnawing down just to stop the whimpers from seeping into his tone- “-fuck! Nghhh, pretty.”

“Got something to- hah- to say, Taku?” You’re managing out- and just that teasing inkling in your question is enough to have him reel his hips back and slam them forwards. Thunderously.

Until the skin of his pelvis was battered bright red, and his thighs were slick with a sheen of your syrup.

Just like he promised, Ino’s rendering you stupid with a few more of his vicious strokes. Dilated pupils shaking, something crazed in his gaze as he’s locking it straight on your gawking expression. “Right here-” Panting, the soft curve of his finger traces straight up your tummy. 

“Where?” You’re babbling, stupidly, chin hitting your chest as you look down to where he was drawing. 

From the wettened slit of your cunt, up, up, up right where his bumpy cylindrical outline was mazing through your walls. “Right here-” Spotting the area of your bundle of nerves with a few specks of precum, “And right here, and-” Scraping his thick, vein-covered shaft even deeper into your cervix. “-here. D’you know what m’gonna do with you now?”

“Wh-what–?”

He holds you tight. And his hand lifts off the splintered headboard to cup your face, looking at you through tawny strands of his bangs. “M’gonna break you, pretty.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - The Strongest

“N-nghhh—” You’ve never ever heard Gojo’s voice come out so utterly hoarse- pitched octaves higher, breaking. 

Though, it would make sense after so many hours - rounds upon rounds until the strongest himself was on the verge of breaking.

He’s practically crying as he guides a hand to the stinging, oversensitive base of his erection, pulling out from between your soppy pussylips with a squuuelch–! He’s hissing at the wadded clumps of cum that drip from your cunt like a fountain, “Oh- oh, baby, I think m’going mad-”

“Going mad?” You’re cooing from above, straddling your husband’s toned hips. You sift your hands through his clammy ivory locks, cunt fluttering at the way that already makes Gojo twitch.

“Yes-” He clasps on roughly to your wrist, “Sweetheart, I think m’going- hah-” Cutting himself off by sliding the bulbous crown of his tip between your folds.

Gojo’s letting just the first inch of his ruby-red curve sink inside your entrance, so thickly swollen that it fits inside with a saturated plop! And the very second that Gojo’s pushin’ himself inside your cunt, the very second he’s getting a taste of your velvety walls once more, a light in your penthouse bedroom shatters. He’s out of control. 

He’s finishing off his sentence from sultry seconds prior, “-c-craaaazy.” 

Not even waiting - not even caring if he’s just too big, and your cunt is just too tight still. Gojo surges his overworked hips up to thoroughly aim rut after rut- barely even bullying halfway, and yet he’s still fucking you like he’d already inside. 

Scouring for the target of your throbbing g-spot-

“O-oh–!” You’re whining, mouth watering at the feeling of his wet mushroomy tip grazing your sweetest spots. And you’re looking up just in time to find that Gojo had his eyes bursting with flickers of pale blue lightning- Six Eyes on overdrive to locate your bruised g-spot.

He gnaws down on his bottom lip like he possibly couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your splotchy, soft walls. “Yeah- yeah. Fuck yeah.” Cursed energy pressurizing the air, you half-wondered whether he even knew it was leaking out of him right now. 

“Fuck, Toru, is this what the- mmm, strongest is like?” You’re grinding your treacly cunt back down in a figure-eight that leaves him whimpering. Hazy blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, thighs twitching. “Didn’t know you’d be so cute, Toru—”

“I-I’m not…” He’s managing to spit out through the sloppy drags of your pussy, the way you were milking him maddeningly. 

And all you have to do to prove your point is to roll your hips forwards and squeeze–

Some other light - this time out in the hallway - shatters, and you swear you see an unbolted couch inside move. 

“Fuck- fuck-” Gojo’s throwing his head back, fighting back against the snug lil’ circle of your hole. You were just so tight that he’s thumbing apart your swollen folds, letting his raw size fill up spots you didn’t even know existed. Snarling, “Don’t underestimate the- oh, strongest, sweetheart. I’ve s-still got it.”

He just looks so cute like this - a scalding blush taking over his cheekbones, eyes all watery, lips wobbling just at the sound of your voice. “Mhmmm, sure. Prove it.”

And Gojo doesn’t react instantly.

Gojo simply looks at you with a slightly awed expression, as if his brain was still playing catch-up with his mind. Before his breath hitches, and he raises his right hand to snap-

“Wh-what did you-” You’re gasping, finding yourself thrown against something firm and perspired. You’re whirling your dazed peripherals upwards and looking up at none other than Gojo himself; all sprawled out, he’s clutching you to his chest in the meanest full nelson.

Jujutsu crackling where he’d just used his powers on you, fingertips trembling underneath your thighs.

His touch crackles with fizzy energy and you squirm- “Keep still.” There was something primal in the way he said it- something dark, something gone. Something that had him tugging your useless limbs further apart and drilling into you. “Keep still keep still keep- hck! Still-”

“O-oh my god, Satoru—” All but bawling at this point, he’s just so sloppy with his cadence. 

Every thrust leaves the very back of your cervix scraped, and Gojo’s making sure that any ounce of space inside you is wadded up with all his thick precum. Making such a mess from all those rounds prior. 

You claw down his beefy arms simply because you don’t know what to do. “Sh-shit, you’re going so fast- ngh, so deep-”

“Prove it?” The words that depart him are crackling with peels of laughter, almost crazed. “P-prove it? You don’t know what you’re asking for, my- ngh, girl.”

Thump after thump- Gojo’s bottoming out at the goopy end of your pussy and it still wasn’t enough for him. He’s letting his throbbing tip sit there for a few nanoseconds like he wanted to swab his way further, bruising in deep. 

Grunting, “Have- n-noooo fucking idea.” Rapid, thorough thrusts that manage to render your mind blank. Through your cracked lids you notice that Gojo’s letting go of one of your thighs, and it leaves a cloud of steam. 

Your heart races- even more so when he notices that thundering pulse of yours. Matching it precisely to the thump-thump-thump of his vulgar hips. Your husband mutters, “Do you know how- hah- how easily I can fuck you stupid, sweetheart?” And he slaps his v-line forwards until his skin sting red, faster. Harder. 

Gojo’s bashin’ shaft stirs up your most tender bundles of nerves and you can help but trill, feeling the sparks start to accumulate in your stomach. One strong hand tugs on your limp leg. “How easily I could break you?”

Over and over.

He doesn’t care if you’re still fragile after your lil’ marathon, Gojo rubs his veiny length raw on your slick-glossed walls. Until they’re memorizing the feeling of him, “How easily I could make you…” As your taste buds start to flood with sappy saliva, you distantly note that Gojo seemed to be counting underneath his breath.

Mouthing out—one, two.

Before he slithers his right hand down to your clit- and right in time with a particularly hard jackhammer, Gojo swats his electric fingertips down on your sensitive nub.

“-cum.”

Right on time - that’s all it takes for you to be toppling over the edge. 

Toes curling, your eyes flashing a hot white- you think your throat rips all raw at the constant moaning of his name. Again and again, he drips from his strawberry divot at the feeling of your tremors. “Toru- Toru Toru Toru- m’cumming.” Your nails claw red, red lines down his pale skin. “I can’t- ngh!”

It’s one of the hardest orgasms of your life. You’re putty in his arms, simply clinging onto his large frame. And you rightly think you’ve lost your senses for a few seconds, because you almost don’t hear him mutter- “Oho? I think I got my hngh- mojo back, sweetheart.”

“Mojo?” You squint up at him- the bedroom had lost all light by now, and the only source of it was the faint blue glow of Gojo’s irises. And the flickers of his cursed energy, warping down the front of your tummy.

He’s mapping out exactly where your womb is through his Six Eyes, rock-hard cock slimily slithering its way back to give a direct hit to his target. “Let’s go again, my wife.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - De-stress…

“Th-thank you for helping me relax, sugar.” Your husband’s gentle croon wafts out from behind you, followed by the filthy, loud squelch of your cunt sliding down his cock. 

You’re whimpering, letting one of his roughened hands trace down the arch of your spine - reverse cowgirl, his favorite after a long day at the firm. And there’s a carnal grunt in his tone, “You’re so good at this, mmm.”

You turn around- facing Higuruma in all his dishevelled, flustered glory. His button-up was only half off, and the fabric of his tie still tickles your thighs. You smirk, “Buuut–?”

“What do you mean, angel?” His dark brows furrow, a slight bead of sweat slipping between them after a particularly heavenly grind of your hips. 

“Tell me. Finish your hah- sentence, Hiromi.”

Oh, you knew him too well.

And that in and of itself is enough to make his reddened, weeping tip flinch inside of you. Wetly sliding up the most sensitive spots of your walls, “Well…” He trails off, thrusts pummelling just a little harder than before. Just a little rougher. “My apologies, sugar, but I don’t think I really need to hah- relax right now.”

You’re blinking back in slight confusion, “Then what, Hiromi?”

“I think I need- need to-” And he’s losing his train of thought, he’s barely even thinking as he lurches himself off of the soft mattress. Not even pulling out. 

You’re oh-so-easily manhandled underneath him, and all Higuruma has to do is grasp both sides of your hips and draaaaag you down to meet his toned pelvis. One large hand slips under your body to cup your teary cunt, pulling you up onto all fours with just one hand - he had you in doggy position. Rasping,  “Right now I just need to- fuck- it- out-”

He’s puncturing each word with probe after probe into your tender nooks- until one sultry bash against your g-spot makes you cry out.

And Higuruma has to physically stop himself, he has to bite down on his knuckles to snap some sense into him. First leaning over your trembling body, he kisses a line down your arched spine. Whispering into your ear, “Ready to take it?”

Mewling, the only thing you can do is nod.

And it’s enough for him to gulp at, “Then…” Before the front of his strong, beefy forearm ends up looped ‘round your throat, putting you in a goddamn headlock. “-hold on tight, sugar.”

It’s a rush- suddenly your back’s bent into the perfect semi-circle, practically in midair. Blood thumps to your crowned scalp in sync with Higuruma’s thrashing cockhead.

Pryin’ apart your sticky walls like a searchlight, he’s rovering through them like a maze - and the target of your g-spot was where the prize was. Where he was slouching his lower half to press n’ press against as if it was some cute button. Higuruma’s rubbin’ your poor nerves raw and you shrill—“Oh- oh my god- hck! I thought I was the one supposed to help you ah- relax-”

“Just let me take care of it—” Your husband drawls into your ear, and the more he’s bruising your gooey innards, the more he needs to watch you melt around him. “Heh, all you have to do is t-take it.”

“Take it-”

Another whack- Higuruma’s accidentally slipping his ruby-red tip against your cervix and it feels mean. “Yes- yes.” You’re instinctually clamping around him, and oh- how he loves fighting against your clingy walls to thrust back. To rut. To ruin you. “No need to do anything, angel. Just take it- take it all.”

Again and again.

It’s almost like a game for him - to prick his globular tip into every spot inside you and figure out which ones make you shake the most. Particularly hard, Higuruma swats the veiny underside of his shaft between your pussylips- taking the sloooooppy time to rub all down the bottom of your needy pussy. It scratches a carnal itch you didn’t even know existed. 

Words jumbling up, “Am- I- hngh-” The moment you open your mouth, you’re letting off a wave of slick saliva that stains all down Higuruma’s forearm.

Making him tighten his hold with a groan, “I said take it- not let it all drip.” And before you know it, his doughy fingerpads squeeze between your legs. Swervin’ around the nub of your clit- you gasp once he ruthlessly squeezes. “Unless…”

He knew you too well. 

Because the moment that Higuruma’s frigid wedding ring brushes against your clit, the moment he’s pinching- you find yourself exploding into your high.

White-hot bliss bursting out in waves, “Fuck- oh my god, nghh, Hiromi-” Constantly repeating like a mantra, he’s pinning you down rudely with the flexed front of his hips. Higuruma lets out the lowest guttural groans at the feeling of your vibrating walls, toes curling. 

You’re seeing stars. 

“Oh my god- I’m- cumming-” It’s more of a question than anything, because you still haven’t registered it before-

“Fuck-” He jolts. He heaves. He gnaws down on the tender crook of your neck and ruts- “Fuck fuck fuck-” Before painting your gooey insides all white. 

The wettest, creamiest sap that clings onto either side of your walls. You could barely even push your hips back and let Higuruma fuck you through your high without having it overspill everywhere. Splosh! Straight down the tremoring insides of your thighs.

“O-oh…” Dark eyes partially open, glittering with slight tears, he kisses down your spine - a lil’ gift for taking it all. Even if your tenderized orifice kept on leaking out knotted wads of his seed. 

One hand comes up to massage your back, the other still twiddles with your pulsating clit even despite the lacquer of slicked cum. You were still so sensitive, still zapped by the electricity of your high that these simple movements make your ears pop.

Almost unable to make out his mutter—“How about h-helping you relax now, angel?”

A/N. Hehehe Higu made a comeback how are we feeling babygirls-

Plagiarism not authorized.

[eirasera]

he’s already a mess before you even touch his cock.

long legs spread wide on the bed, chest flushed and rising in quick, uneven breaths, his silver hair is tousled into a halo against the pillows, sticking slightly to his damp temples.

he looks utterly undone - and the only thing you’ve done is kneel between his thighs and watch him.

"you're so mean baby," he breathes, voice barely more than a tremble, as if pouting any harder would get your mouth where he wants it. "don't tease me like this, please - i can’t take it."

but of course, you don’t give in, not yet it was only the beginning after all.

"you’ve been rutting against my thigh for the last ten minutes like a desperate mutt,” you murmur, kissing the inside of his thigh, slow and wet, lips dragging along the sensitive skin until he shivers. "you’re already leaking. what would you even do if i sucked you off?"

he chokes out a noise - halfway between a moan and a sob - as you lick higher, leaving a warm trail with your tongue but deliberately avoiding the one place he needs you most. his cock twitches helplessly, flushed dark pink and leaking from the tip, leaving glossy streaks across his lower stomach.

"i’d cum," he admits, voice cracking, so wrecked already. “fuck - i’d cum so fast, baby, i swear i’m so close, i’ve been hard since you looked at me like that - please, just your mouth, a little, just for a second -”

you let your fingers trail up the underside of his shaft, feather light touches, teasing that prominent vein with the back of your nails. he shudders violently, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from thrusting up into your hand so quickly.

"you’re shaking," you murmur with mock sympathy, curling your hand just around the base - loose, but definitely not enough for hum. his hips twitch anyway. "aww, are you gonna cry, toru?"

“i - fuck - i might,” he whines, breath catching when your thumb brushes across the head. his pre-cum is so thick and sticky it strings between your touch and his flushed tip. “please - please, i’ll do anything, just don’t leave me like this-”

he sounds so pathetic yet so pretty. beautiful.

you finally lean forward, letting your tongue flatten against the underside of his cock, and you drag it up, slow, until you’re tasting the mess he’s been leaking onto himself.

satoru howls.

his head falls back, thighs tense on either side of your shoulders, and he makes the most broken, beautiful sound - high, ragged and absolutely wrecked. his cock jumps in your hand, throbbing like it might explode from just one more touch.

“fuck, baby - oh my god, please -” he gasps, both hands clutching the sheets above his head as if he’s praying. “don’t stop, don’t stop - more, more, please, please, i’ll be good, so good -”

you suck the head into your mouth with obscene slowness for more effect, swirling your tongue over the slit. the taste of him is already thick and heavy on your tongue - salty and hot, leaking more with every suck. his whole body twitches like he’s going to fall apart just from that.

you pull off with a wet pop and smile.

he sobs, actually sobs.

“no - no, why’d you stop - fuck, baby, please -” his eyes are glassy, his cock twitching furiously in the air, his whole abdomen is taut, flexing with every ruined breath. "i need to be inside you - i need it - just the tip, i swear, please, i won’t move, just let me feel you -"

you don’t speak. you just climb into his lap, straddle his waist, and let your soaked pussy drag up the length of his shaft.

he whimpers.

you're dripping on him. your slick clings to his cock, smearing over his skin in glossy wet streaks as you grind down - your folds swallowing the thick head, sliding him through your heat without letting him in.

he grabs your hips as if he’s begging for life. “you’re so wet - oh god, you’re soaking me - please, baby, just the tip, i’m losing my goddamn mind-”

you raise your hips just enough to line him up.

"only the tip, don't be greedy." you say sweetly.

"i’ll take it - i’ll be good - i’ll be so fucking good for you, please -"

and when you finally sink down, just an inch, just that swollen tip pressing into your soaked heat - the way he moans is filthy.

a full body tremor shakes him, his hands gripping your thighs like he might float away if he doesn’t hold on.

“fuuuck,” he groans, hips twitching under you, cock throbbing inside. “you feel - baby, you feel so good - i can’t - please let me in, more, just a little more - don’t stop now, i need it, i’ll lose it, i swear -”

you clench around him and watch him suffer: watched his eyes roll back, watched his mouth fall open with drool spilling out as he falls apart under you, so wrecked from just the tip.

div cafekitsune, art by sakimichanmale on twt , not proofread

[thbbie]

༄ satoru gojo teasing eating you out in a supply closet

the worlds strongest is on both his knees for you.

eating you out like a man starved is usually how this goes. messy and ravenous — satoru is unrelenting when he's between your legs.

but right now, when there is a room of people down the hall from the waiting for your arrival to begin the meeting, he decides it is the perfect opportunity to take his time with you.

the space is tight, the both of you cramped in the little dark closest as he's kissing up your legs. starting from your ankles and working his way to your calves, to your thighs. toying with the band of your panties like the both of you have no where else to be.

"satoru, if we're gonna do this we've got to hurry."

"i am hurrying baby."

"mhm, clearly. i'm being serious gojo."

he doesn't take hearing his last name personally, but rather a challenge. thick thumbs playing the the crotch of your panties before pushing it aside. satoru sighs like a lovestruck fool when he sees her — deep and dreamy and adoring.

holding your panties out the way with one hand, both of his thumbs hold you open, spreading you out for his greedy self to enjoy. "your so pretty baby. so wet and i've barely even done anything!! OH MY GOD. do you have a crush on me snookums?"

"satoru. we're literally marri-"

"shhushshhh it's okay, i think it's cute. and i understand. i do. i get it baby don't be embarrassed. i mean, who wouldn't" he leans into you, planting a sweet chast kiss to your clit, a cheeky grin on his lips "you might even end up in love with me when we're finished."

he's enjoying this so much. too much.

before you get to make your witty response he takes your aching bundle into his mouth. flicking and massaging it with the tip of his tongue, pretty pink lips suctioned around it.

you drip onto his tongue and satoru drinks it up like he's sipping his favourite fancy juice from a wineglass. it feels so good but fuck you want- you need more.

he stays consistent with his pace at least. the gentle pleasure slowly building to something intense, your hands curling into the fabric of his uniform, grasping till your knuckles go white, and just as you begin the journey, your idiot husband pulls away all at once.

smiling up at you while painstakingly slow, he gakes the flimsy fabric of your panties between his teeth, and drags it down your legs. dangling the fabric from his forefinger right in front of you before curling his fist around it and bring it to his nose to sniff, and then finally, tucking it into his uniform pocket.

your eyes roll at the shameless display, but you relent — feeling needy beyond belief. "please 'toru. please hurry, need you s'bad baby. gimme me more 'toru."

he hums pensively, taping a finger to his cheek like he's actually thinking about it before looking back at you with a pout; all the while he's pressing your little hard clit with the pad of his fingers like it's a toy button.

"but you always tell me to slow down, especially when i'm eating. im just trying to be good for you baby. just doing what you asked."

he's being a tease.

he licks his lips, focus redirected to your glossed, winking opening. satoru licks a broad stripe upwards, flattening his tongue to feel as much of you as possible. moving at a snails pace, he does it again — relishing in the feeling of your clit twitching on his tongue.

between the slow movements of his tongue, one of his hands drags up your body from below your uniform shirt to your tit. cupping and kneeling it. toying with your nipples to have you arching into him.

his other hand slithers over from where it was resting on your thigh to rub your cute clit as he pours all his attention into fucking you on his tongue.

the moments are languid, slow. rubbing little tight circles on your clit as his tongue slides inside, massaging your walls gently and slipping in just a little deeper with every thrust. satoru almost moans louder than you when you tighten around him, coaxing him further into you.

it gets hotter in the closest, making the already small space feel tighter. the air stuffy and hot and thick with the smell of your arousal.

"oh fuck. s-s'toru,we've got to hurry!!"

"they'll be just fine without us baby, they aren't that incompetent."

"that's not the poi- right there, please. please don't stop"

satoru makes out with you cunt, savouring each and every moment of it. you lean you back against the shelved wall behind you, balancing your weight between it and his shoulders.

you'll be here for the next long while, edged and teased up until you cry you can't take anymore. limp and pliant for him, your face painted in a pretty flushed rouge. unable to do anything but feel good as satoru really, takes his time with you.

[satorupi]

first time taking bf!satoru - 18+ mdni ٠࣪⭑

taking satoru's dick for the first time in theory and in practice are two very different extremes. sure you'd felt him from grinding, from holding the weight of him in your palm under the sheets while you two were supposed to be 'watching a movie'. it felt doable for the most part—taking him.

you've heeded all his thinly veiled warnings long enough and tonight of all nights wasn't one where you two could exactly stop at just heavy petting. you'd even laughed at it beforehand, assured him that you could take him for the millionth time.

if you could slap your past self, you would. because now you're barely 2 minutes into him being inside of you. back spread on soft sheets, practically folded in half under satoru. legs slung over his shoulders, panting, practically vibrating from the effort of trying to get used to the sheer size of him.

"fuck—you gotta stop—" his fingers press harder into the undersides of your thighs where he has you held, hips rocking incrementally to get you adjusted to what he's given already. not even halfway in and you're already all noisy. "breathe for me, pretty? so I can give you the rest."

“t-the rest? ” you gasp, voice going embarrassingly high. it feels like he's been pushing in for ages now and now he's telling you that there's more? “that’s not all of it? are you sure?"

"i'm sure, trust me. just a little more." a bit more than a little, but you'd cross that bridge eventually. he presses a kiss to your knee—soft, lingering like he’s trying to ground both you and himself. "you said you could take it."

"i say a lot of things when I'm horny. you know—oh fuck—that!" you snap, voice breaking on the last word. "you're too big. this is all your fault, satoru."

"my fault?" he manages a huff despite the strain in his voice, brows knitted like he's the one struggling here. to be fair, he sort of is. "you said, and I quote—" his hips ease forward by an infinitesimal amount, just enough to have the bulb of him swabbing against your soft insides. it's enough for your jaw to go slack, toes curling near his ears. "—'please just fuck me already'. and to 'stop treating you like glass'." so here he is, not treating you like glass. not holding out on you. large hands press your thighs and knees closer to your chest, his body angled downward to drive into you with short, gentle thrusts.

"I don't even sound like that." you're clawing blindly at the bedding, airy sounds punching out of you like he's owed them.

"mhm. just breathe." he murmurs, voice rumbling low against your skin as he nudges deeper with the next roll of his hips—a slow, steady push, feeding you yet another inch. one hand leaves your thighs to slide up to your stomach, pressing in like he's trying to feel for himself there. "yeah...that's it, let me in.." the same hand settles just above where you're taking him to thumb at your arousal slick clit, your own darting to out the grab at his wrist. to no avail of course, since his thumb just keeps on moving in circle after circle.

“tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” he whispers, hips tilting just a little deeper. new slick from his teasing helps, sliding deeper with ease. “that's right...all the way. you're doing so well."

it's soft, so sweet and encouraging that you're reaching a hand out to bring him closer to you by the back of his neck. "m'good, 'toru. you're fine."

you can't help but wonder how much more he has left to give, what kind of monstrous beast he's been hiding under his briefs. curiosity gets the better of you, eyes dropping to where you've yet to fully connect.

and boy, do you regret it almost instantly.

it's near obscene. inches of him glistening and buried, folds parted against his girth. even with how long he's been easing in (or how long it feels at least), there's still a gap. his gaze follows yours, nosing gently at your ankle, hand squeezing your thigh. "you okay?"

the glisten of his flesh, the taut flex of his abdomen like he's holding back...no, you're not okay in the slightest.

you can feel your core flutter involuntarily at the sight and god, he feels it too.

“oh fuck,” satoru's voice breaks, forehead tipping down to rest against your forehead. “baby, please don’t do that. i'll...this really won't last long.”

"oops, sorry. sorry."

the bits of soft pink that aren't inside inch in-in-in with every second that passing. it's barely anything left to give, yet, he's being so careful. too careful."

"holy fuck, just do—shit!"

you're arching clean off the bed with the way he suddenly, finally hilts himself inside. bare behind flush to his hips, groomed hairs at his base grazing against your skin.

he’s silent for a moment, breathing slow, forehead still dampened and pressed down against yours. "..okay, I have bad news."

you're a little drunk on him, just lucid enough to manage a small hm, nails scraping through the damp hair at his nape.

"there's...there's a high chance that I'll cum if I move."

even in your state, laughter breaks out of you, the heavy man above you flushing a soft pink from the highs of his cheeks up to his ears. murmuring something about it 'not being that funny' and him 'embarrassing himself here'.

"stay still then." you finally breathe when your laughter dies down just enough, smile all gentle up at him, lips brushing against the sharp point of his nose. "we'll just stay like this all night." the pain had properly eased into a dull, barely there ache at that point—more pleasure than any other feeling. with how he'd taken his time, it'd been almost inevitable.

"can't just not move," he replies through gritted teeth, hips shifting just a hair. enough for you both to feel the heavy drag, the way your walls clench instinctively. "god—I can't not move when you feel like that."

it's endearing in a way, very much flattering. your grin only widens, head lifting to angle your mouth against his with a firm kiss. "i'm close too if that makes you feel any better."

words meant to help only make him whine, throbbing inside you, hips beginning to rock slowly. "you are?"

"mhmm. very close." you let out a strangled sound when his hips angle just right and it's enough for him to give up on pacing himself. his weight crushes your thighs against your chest, pace building. "so just keep moving. please."

the sounds leaving you are a mix of 'ahh's' and calls of his name, all broken, all sending his hips into you a little faster. they stutter as he fucks into you with less and less finesse, 0 rhyme or rhythm just the need to see you cum for him like this. hips slapping against the back of your thighs, paced breaths dually filling the room. "you feel so good. taking me so well." and when his thumb finds your clit again with those same, easy circles? you're a goner. "gonna cum--gonna- oh my god, keep doing that—" he finds that spot from before over and over again like there's a target stuck to it, leaky tip wedging itself right where you need it, pleasure mounting far too quickly. you're crying out at this point, hips angling up into his thrusts. so full it hurts in that perfect, dizzying way.

“fuck, you're gonna make me—”

“shut up and cum,” you choke out. “do it inside. pleaseplease—”

his entire body jolts, pace faltering. you feel him twitch deep inside you before it hits, his hips driving in and out hard—once, twice, and then he’s moaning into your mouth as he spills. he drags you down with him, pressure in your abdomen bursting, unfurling outwards with your release—his name still falling from your lips. helpless sounds that only spur the continued movement of his hips to draw out the pleasure.

you're both shaking, sucking in breaths of air greedily for moments after that. you're still folded like a pretzel, still crushed against his weight. "that one doesn't count."

"agreed."

࣪ ִֶָ☾. a/n: ty for reading ⭑.ᐟ

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ temp mlist: #sena's script ⏾ for all works ⭑.ᐟ

[jujutsu-kaisen-after-dark]

LATE NIGHT TEXTS + SLEEPOVERS | pt. 2 THE MORNING AFTER

LATE NIGHT TEXTS + SLEEPOVERS | pt. 1

Including: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Itadori Yuuji, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, Sukuna Ryoumen

TW: slow-burn almost morning sex. Female reader implied.

I totally got carried away with Sukuna’s part—my bad.

★ Gojo Satoru — “You just belong here, next to me.”

It was early, but you didn’t know what time.

All you knew was the way Gojo’s arm was wrapped around you, body heat seeping into your back, his breath warm against your neck.

He hadn’t moved since you woke up.

And neither had you.

“You’re still awake,” you mumbled, voice caught between sleep and the ache in your chest.

“I was gonna let you go,” he murmured, voice thick with morning rasp, “but you belong here.”

His arm around your waist tightened, not enough to trap you—but enough to remind you that you were his choice to hold.

“You belong next to me.” He said softly.

You could feel the shape of his hand splayed against your stomach, fingers brushing back and forth so gently, as if memorizing you.

You could feel every inch of him pressed against your back, his body too warm, too aware of you.

“I don’t want to you to leave,” he confessed, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“It’s stupid, but I keep thinking if I shift even a little, you’ll pull away.”

You turned in his arms, slow, delicate, until you were face-to-face, the blanket falling away as his fingers slid up your back, fingertips barely touching but burning nonetheless.

His eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them.

No teasing. No jokes.

Just Satoru, stripped of every wall, looking at you like you were something fragile.

“I want to kiss you,” he said, as though the words were fragile too, “but I’m scared if I do, I won’t stop.”

Your breath tangled with his.

So close.

Too close.

But he didn’t move.

He waited—like you were the one who had to decide if this moment would stay perfect or tip over into something else.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

And the smile he gave you—

That soft, wrecked little grin—

Felt like it was breaking him in the best way.

He didn’t kiss you.

But his forehead pressed to yours, breathless, like he couldn’t take not being closer.

⸻

★ Geto Suguru — “You don’t have to leave yet.”

The morning light hit Geto’s apartment in soft waves, the kind that made it feel like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

And in his bed, tangled in his sheets, you didn’t want it to.

Suguru was awake before you.

He always was.

But this time, he wasn’t reading.

Wasn’t moving.

His hand was lazily draped over your hip, fingers tracing idle shapes into your skin, his breathing slow and even—but his eyes?

They hadn’t left you once.

“Do you always stare this much?” you asked, voice still thick with sleep.

A lazy smile pulled at his lips.

“Only when I’m trying to memorize you.”

The words shouldn’t have hit as hard as they did.

But his tone—soft, deliberate—made it feel like a confession.

You shifted to face him, and his hand slid up, thumb brushing over your waist, lingering in a way that wasn’t rushed.

He could’ve pulled you in.

Could’ve closed the gap between your lips.

But he didn’t.

“You don’t have to leave yet,” he said, voice dropping lower, as if the words might shatter the calm.

“You can stay. For a while.”

The air between you was charged, every brush of his thumb against your side like a slow pulse of heat.

He didn’t push.

Didn’t rush.

But his hand moved up, sliding under the hem of your shirt—just enough to splay his palm against your bare back, grounding you.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was loaded.

You could feel his breath, slow and steady, as if he was fighting the urge to pull you in.

“I’m not going to be the one to move first,” he murmured, smile small but honest.

“Not this time.”

You didn’t close the distance.

Neither did he.

But the warmth in his touch, the way his fingers mapped your skin, was louder than any kiss.

And in that moment, the quiet meant more than anything either of you could say

⸻

★ Itadori Yuji — “I don’t wanna mess this up.”

The first thing you felt when you woke up was warmth.

Not the blanket. Not the sunlight.

Yuji.

He had one arm thrown over your waist, heavy and loose, his breath soft against the back of your neck.

Completely knocked out, peaceful in a way that made your heart ache.

You shifted slightly, not to leave—just to breathe.

But even in his sleep, his grip tightened, pulling you closer.

“You’re so clingy in the morning,” you whispered, half-teasing.

But your voice betrayed you.

It wasn’t an accusation. It was a confession.

A quiet hum in his chest, lips ghosting over the curve of your shoulder.

“Morning…” he mumbled, voice wrecked with sleep, rough and soft at the same time.

Then, his body stilled.

Like the reality of where he was—and who he was holding—just hit him.

“Oh—uh—sorry—should I—”

He started to pull away.

You caught his hand.

Laced your fingers through his.

Anchored him there.

“Yuji.”

Just his name.

But it was enough to make him freeze, swallowing hard as his eyes flickered down to where your hands tangled.

“You okay?” you asked, softer now.

His throat bobbed.

“I… yeah. I just… don’t wanna mess this up.”

The words cracked something open in the air.

It wasn’t just a sleepover for him. It never was.

You turned slowly, facing him fully now.

Your noses were so close, breaths mixing in the narrow space between.

“You’re not messing anything up,” you said, barely above a whisper.

His eyes dropped to your lips.

And stayed there.

He didn’t move. Didn’t lean in.

But his hand slid up your back, fingers splaying across your spine, pressing you flush against him.

The tension was suffocating.

Your lips hovered, close enough to taste the air he exhaled.

And yet, he hesitated.

“I want to,” he whispered, voice so fragile it felt like a secret.

“But if I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

It wasn’t lust in his voice. It was yearning.

You could’ve closed the distance.

Could’ve kissed him and shattered every bit of his restraint.

But you didn’t. Neither did he.

The tension stayed there, alive and electric, simmering in the silence.

Instead, you tucked yourself back into his chest.

Felt his heart pound against yours.

“We’ll get there,” you murmured.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And the way he held you after that—

Like you were everything—

Was louder than any kiss could’ve been.

⸻

★ Nanami Kento — “I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

Nanami wasn’t a light sleeper.

But with you beside him, he never really slept.

Not fully.

Not when his senses were this sharp, this attuned to the quiet sounds of your breathing, the subtle shift of your body when you stirred beside him.

The morning light was soft, casting golden stripes across his bare chest as he sat propped against the headboard, book resting forgotten in his lap.

His glasses sat low on his nose, but his eyes weren’t scanning the pages.

They were on you.

You felt it the moment you blinked awake—

The weight of his gaze, heavy, deliberate, like he was studying you.

“Good morning,” he said, voice low, gravel-thick with sleep, but too composed to be casual.

You stretched, the sheet slipping lower across your chest, and you caught the way his jaw tensed—

A flicker, gone as fast as it came.

But it was there.

“You didn’t sleep much,” you murmured, voice raspy, teasing.

“I didn’t need to,” he replied.

Like watching you had been enough to sustain him.

The air between you was thick. Tangible.

His hand rested on the bed between you, fingers splayed, unmoving—

But you knew if you inched closer, just a hair, those fingers would curl into yours.

“Do you always look at people like that?” you asked, breath catching.

“Only you.”

He said it like a fact, not a confession.

You sat up, the sheet pooling at your waist, and his eyes—

God, his eyes—dragged over you so slowly it made your skin prickle.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t touch.

Just sat there, composed, his restraint a palpable thing in the air.

“I won’t touch you,” he said quietly, voice smooth but heavy with something darker beneath.

“Not unless you ask me to.”

The silence was deafening.

You could hear his breathing, feel the tension vibrating in the space between your bodies.

“Nanami—”

His name came out softer than you intended.

His hand twitched.

The smallest break in his control.

“I’m a very patient man,” he said, leaning in just slightly, close enough that his breath kissed your lips.

“But don’t think for a second that I don’t want to.”

You could’ve closed the distance.

You wanted to.

But the tension—God, it was thicker than air.

Instead, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his.

And the exhale he let out was the only crack in his composure.

“Stay,” he whispered.

No demands.

No expectations.

Just the truth, raw and bare.

That morning, Nanami didn’t kiss you.

He didn’t have to.

Because the way he looked at you—

The way his thumb stroked the back of your hand—

Said everything he refused to take.

⸻

★ Megumi Fushiguro — “You make it really hard to stay still.”

The sun was just barely peeking through the blinds, slanting thin lines of light across Megumi’s bare chest.

But he wasn’t asleep.

Not with you curled against him like this.

He lay stiff, tense, his arm draped over you in the most awkward, hesitant way—like he was scared to pull you closer but terrified you’d move away if he didn’t.

You were tucked into the crook of his neck, breath ghosting over his collarbone with every inhale, and every second felt like a battlefield for his self-control.

“You never get good sleep,” you mumbled, voice groggy against his skin.

“I do.” His voice was flat, but the warmth in it betrayed him. “Just… not now.”

Your fingers brushed lazily against his stomach beneath the blanket.

You didn’t even realize you were doing it, but Megumi felt every single graze.

Like your touch was setting his nerves on fire, slow and torturous.

“You make it really hard to stay still,” he muttered, barely audible, his hand twitching against your waist like it wanted to move, to grab, to pull you in.

He didn’t. He wouldn’t. But God, he wanted to.

You shifted slightly, pressing closer, and his breath hitched—so subtle, you would’ve missed it if you weren’t this close.

His fingertips found your spine, tracing a line up your back.

It wasn’t bold. It wasn’t possessive.

But it was so intimate you could feel the restraint in his touch.

“You’re so close,” he murmured, eyes closing like he was savoring the ache of not acting on it.

“And I don’t know if I’m strong enough to pretend I don’t want more.”

The words felt heavier in the quiet room, like a secret he didn’t mean to let slip.

You looked up, noses nearly brushing, and the way his eyes flickered to your lips—so quick, so unguarded—made your heart skip.

But he didn’t lean in.

He stayed there, body tense, every breath a silent plea for you to make the first move.

So you did the only thing you knew would wreck him.

You stayed. You didn’t kiss him. You didn’t say anything.

You just pressed yourself closer, tucked under his chin, and his exhale—shaky, broken—told you everything.

He wasn’t going to rush.

But God, was he losing his mind trying not to.

⸻

★ Sukuna Ryomen — “Don’t play innocent when you’re crawling into my bed.”

It was early.

Too early.

But Sukuna didn’t sleep much—not when you were tangled in his sheets, breath warm against his bare chest, your leg thrown lazily over his waist like you belonged there.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured, voice low, gravel-smooth as his fingers traced a slow line up the back of your thigh.

“Waking up in my bed like this. You know what that does to me, yeah?”

You hummed something incoherent, burying your face into the crook of his neck, but Sukuna didn’t miss the way your hips shifted just slightly against his.

“Don’t play innocent when you’re crawling into my bed,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “Not when you’re this warm, this soft, pressed against me like you want something else than just sleep,”

His hand slid under the hem of your shirt—his shirt—spreading wide over the curve of your waist, pulling you closer until there wasn’t an inch left between your bodies.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice turning sweet, “clingy little thing. You don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you?”

But his touch wasn’t rough.

Not yet.

His thumb brushed lazy circles just above your hipbone, teasing, coaxing, his breath fanning across your ear like a secret.

“You feel that?” he murmured, hips tilting up just enough for you to feel the hard line of him beneath the sheets.

“That’s what you do to me, brat.”

The air was thick, heavy with the tension coiling between you.

He could’ve flipped you onto your back, could’ve taken what he wanted—but Sukuna was savoring the ache.

He wanted you to lose your mind first.

His hand slid up, skimming under your shirt, fingers grazing the underside of your breast, slow and unhurried.

Every touch deliberate.

Every breath intentional.

“I could fuck you right now,” he said, voice a dark promise, “right here, slow enough that you’ll feel me for days.”

But he didn’t.

He just held you.

Close.

Dangerously close.

“You’re not ready for me yet,” he murmured, kissing your temple so softly it almost hurt.

“But keep clinging to me like this, and I won’t be able to hold back.”

You shifted, pressed into him with a soft, breathless sound you didn’t mean to make—

And Sukuna’s grip on your waist tightened.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his smile wicked but his voice low and sweet.

“Show me how bad you want it.”

But he didn’t push you.

He let you burn.

His hands roamed, mapping you out slowly, keeping you trapped in the space between almost and completely his.

The morning sun was creeping in, the world waking up—

But in his bed, Sukuna was building something else.

Heat. Tension. A promise.

And the moment you asked?

He was going to ruin you.

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How are we feeellliiinnnggg? Do we like this, do we want more of this? Do we want more college au? I’m a huge sucker for a college au, I have tons of ideas that I drew from my time in college/partying in Korea so if we want more realism—I got you.