when daddy gets a day off work, his favorite duty is to make mommy happy.
genre. explicit smut, dilf!gojou, 18+
cw. profanity, soft!dom gojou, dirty talk, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, 69, calling each other mommy and daddy, slight degradation, unprotected (making babies w bae), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare (+ domestic w little gojou)
notes. let’s take a break from the angst, hope u enjoy my first ever jjk work!! and it’s smut sdksj you guys are gonna get so many gojo fics from me. reblogs are very much appreciated <3
masterlist -> part two
“G-Gojou!”
The sound of his deep chuckle slithered through your ears as he jolted his hips forward, sending you to a state of euphoria with every deep thrust. You were barely gripping the headboard while your other hand was clamped on the sheets as if holding on to anything could give you some form of control. In this case, only your husband had full control.
Not to mention that this was the third round. It was only quarter past midnight and you’ve already done it at every corner of the room. In the shower, where he came on your face and made you swallow every drop of his hot seed. In the couch, where he manhandled you into riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And now, in the comfort of your king-sized bed, where he had you in all fours as he pounded you from behind with every bit of his strength to create more friction against your moistened cunt.
Satoru Gojou could last for hours.
There was not the faintest scintilla of exhaustion in him. He was adamant on making you his personal ‘cocksleeve’ until sunrise — a term he heard from a conversation between a group of crude teenage boys that littered the streets on his way back home.
When your husband wasn’t busy catering to his students or facing off cursed spirits, he was at home with you doing his marital duties as your loving lifetime partner. Apparently, part of that spousal role was to fuck your brains out while your son was peacefully sleeping next door. I missed you, he reasoned. He didn’t shy away from telling you just how much he had been waiting all day to finally “fuck the shit out of you” as promised.
“G-Gojou, p-please! Y-You’re going too fast!” Your moans came out louder than you initially expected, even louder than the skin-slapping noises from when his pelvis hit your buttocks. Your entire body was being pushed and pulled as he mercilessly drilled your hole with harsh jostles.
“You’re a Gojou too, you know?” he lowly chuckled, keeping your hips in place by holding it firmer against his crotch. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you were certain that he had a million-dollar grin displayed. “Say my name.”
His shaft was already coated by slick and the squelching sounds only added to the intensity of your arousal. “Sa—toru!”
“Good mommy.” A wave of pleasure washed over your body as the feeling of his hot breath tickled your spine. Your legs were shaking while your head fell on the cushion, leaving your ass up high and your face down low. This position was his absolute favorite. “Fuck, still so tight. Should I fill up this pretty little cunny, hm?”
His fingers were teasing your entrance despite already being stretched by his fully erected cock—satiating your clit with circular movements in synchronization with his penetrative actions. Satoru just adored how you clenched around him even through his words alone and that dominance he had over you was keeping his God complex fulfilled. You could feel him trying to angle his cock better as he watched how it was disappearing from the cavern between your plump folds.
“Ngh! So good... so good,” you whimpered in a breathless voice, upper body pressed against the mattress as your husband worked on destroying your pussy. Gojou certainly fucked like a god as he sent you to seventh heaven when his tip rammed your g-spot. “Aah—ah! Fuck!”
The prick was enjoying how loud you had been and it was no surprise to see a naughty smirk plastered on his gorgeous face when you briefly peeked at him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake Sachiro up.”
Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and absorbed the pleasuring feeling of his member that was plowing your velvet walls. Your dulcet moans with the combination of his sexy grunts echoed through your shared room in overflowing titillation. You wanted nothing else except to cream all over his cock like you did thirty minutes ago.
“Daddy,” you whined, allowing him to pull you by your jaws until your back was arched against his toned chest. Your eyes were half-lidded, almost begging, as you fluttered your lids when he looked down at you. He then displayed a satisfied smile, wrapping a hand on your jaw and tightening his hold on it as you spoke, “you fuck me so good.”
He hummed in agreement, locking your mouth with a sloppy upside down kiss. “That’s right, mommy.” His lips upturned before you could receive another deep forceful slam. Your breasts bounced from his movements until he grabbed your mounds and kneaded them with fervor. “No one else can fuck you this good.”
No one else. You wouldn’t even dare think about anyone else because you were far too devoted to this man. He was all you ever needed in this life and even after three years of marriage, spending every day felt brand new with him.
“Tongue,” he ordered, squeezing your jaw so you could stick your tongue out. He met it with his own, salaciously rolling his tip against the length of your tongue before he ejected spit from his mouth to yours. You could barely breathe when he had your lips enveloped back together, only pulling away to make another command, “Mm. Let me lay in bed.”
Doing as told, his member left your now hollow core as he withdrew himself to shift on your side. He plopped his back on mattress with his nape resting against the headboard and you had turned into an obedient little bunny waiting for your master’s next instructions.
“Come to daddy. Wanna do sixty-nine, babe?” He gestured his chin for you to come forward and patted his lap so you could get into his desired position. His azure eyes were watching your every move as you crawled to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss before pivoting your body to face his thick cock. “Shit. You’re soaking wet.”
“Only for you.”
As he was busy playing with your clit, you were carefully pressing your body down on him before you grabbed his shaft to pump it nice and slow. It wasn’t only because he was your husband, but he truly had the prettiest cock that matched his beautiful angel-like face. You giggled as it twitched from your hold before you swirled your tongue around the pink tip, immediately tasting his cum residues that had mixed with yours. It was salty, musky, but also a tad bit sweet. Gently sucking his head earned you a raspy moan out of him, so you teased him more by allowing his tip to reach your inner cheek as you tightened your mouth around his shaft.
You’ve gotten used to Satoru’s taste after having countless sex as husband and wife even before you gave birth to your only son. You were familiar with the things that turned him on and the kinks he didn’t particularly enjoy. One of the things he liked, however, was how you would press your tongue flat on his length and run it from the bottom up to his throbbing head.
“Fuck, do more,” he grunted, jerking his hip forward just as you placed the entirety of his long cock inside your mouth. You indulged yourself at the sound of his guttural moans because you made sure to let the head hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose colliding against his bollocks as a signal of how deep you had taken him. Despite the gagging, your husband was intensely aroused by the slopping noises you just made.
On the opposite side of that bed, Satoru was stretching your labia open so he could press his tongue in between. Your cunt was already red and swollen, but the sight only made him satisfied with himself and the job he had done thus far. “Mm,” he heard your suppression of moans as he sunk his tongue inside your walls, lapping your pussy lips the same way he would make out with you. Eating you out was perhaps a skill that he mastered through time.
With your thighs on either side of his face, he grabbed hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing them simultaneous to how his tongue went deeper inside your core—sucking and slurping your creamy essence as he played with the clitoris that he loved to tease. He didn’t mind giving your ass one gentle spank, causing you to hum with a cock-filled mouth to his own entertainment.
Satoru Gojou himself was adroit in every aspect. Aside from his limitless capabilities, he wouldn't just stay being good. He had to be the best. And in applying that same trait to your marriage, he wanted to be the perfect husband that you could ever wish for in your lifetime.
“Aah—fuck! D-Daddy!”
“Yeah. Suck me off like the naughty slut you are.”
You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you skillfully sucked his cock and pumped the lower half with your tight fist. If Satoru could give you sensory overload with his skills, you were dead set on returning it to him, too.
Curses and moans were traded left and right—the erotic sounds were reverberating across the room, bouncing back for you to engulf on the divine feeling of having mind-blowing sex with your husband. At some point, you had to hold your climax in and begged to have his cock back inside you. Satoru, as ribald as he was, called you his ‘needy whore’ before he asked you to lay on your back.
“Does mommy want a little boy or a little girl?” asked he, spreading your legs apart as you looked up at his crystal blue eyes underneath those messy arctic white hair. His milky skin glistened with slight traces of sweat and you couldn’t help but run your hand from his chest down to his sculpted abs.
Realizing that there was no trace of insincerity in his tone, you answered, “little girl,” until you realized, “hey, you can’t control what our next baby will be!”
Or could he? Was Satoru 'the greatest sorcerer' even capable of that, too?
Your heart jumped at the sight of him adorably scrunching his nose along with the handsome grin that adorned his face. He pressed a kiss on your leg before pumping his shaft between your folds. “I’ll get you pregnant either way,” he promised with the addition of a playful wink, “gonna fill up mommy’s tight kitty with my cum.”
You ended up giggling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered your core. He penetrated you with ease, sliding his cock back and forth while he caught your lips on his. “Satoru—mmh!” The smooches were music to your ears. “Y-Yes, daddy.”
“Like that, mommy?” He kissed the corner of your lips, feathering more along your jaw as his thrusts got deeper and faster. Crazy. He was driving you crazy. There was an equal amount of gentleness and roughness to his movements that sated the both of you perfectly. His scent, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throaty moans. You were fucking lucky to have this hot mess of a husband indeed.
While your legs were tangled around his waist, his mouth latched onto your tit when he gave each bosom a lavish suck—even going as far as circling his tongue around your nipple. It was until he began increasing the speed of his thrusts when you could no longer contain your wanton cries, “A-Aah! S-Satoru, d-don’t stop...”
“Cum,” he whispered on your ear, knowing full well that your orgasm was building back on your lower abdomen, “Cum for me, honey.”
“Gojou...” Breathless and overstimulated, your nails ended up scratching his back as you clenched around his girth, milking yourself around his cock followed by your helpless cries. Your chest was rising and falling heavily after you climaxed, but did you think Satoru was done?
It was his turn to reach his high, leaving marks around your neck before he pulled away and knelt directly on your front. “I’m near,” he announced, positioning your legs above his shoulders before he pummeled his cock into you at an animalistic speed. You had to grip the pillows as your body glided against the mattress—tits becoming sore from all the bouncing.
“You look beautiful, baby," he said it with a chuckle, but you absolutely adored just how he stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And it only took a minute for that softness to fade into lust as though the sex god in him manifesting before you. “Feels. So. Fucking... Good!” His breathy grunts were released when his hips fell out of rhythm. Hot spurts of seed were shot straight to your womb, ensuring that every drop of his cum were loaded to your cervix. When he pulled out, you could feel his warm semen seeping out of your entrance because you were clenching naturally, twitching from muscle memory. As you gasped for air, Satoru was very much proud to see how much he cum he had inside of you.
“I love you,” he said, pecking your lips.
Your mouth vibrated against his. “Mm—love you.”
Aftercares with Satoru was just as good as the sex. As you remained like a fucked out sex doll in bed, he was the one who wiped the excess jizz on your inner thighs, later slipping you into his shirt and boxers while he remained shirtless by choice. The bands of his underwear hung low on his waist, allowing you to ogle at the sight of his attractive V-line.
He would tease you, claiming that you were crushing on your own husband whenever he caught you staring at him with a meek smile. You just couldn’t help but appreciate him and the foundation of your marriage hoping that nothing could tear you two apart. He was yours, forever and always. A promise that transcended time and space. The love you had for each other exceeded his immeasurable void because he was your personal expanded domain.
You looked forward to the cuddles and 1 AM pillow talks, talking about the most random things or hearing him gush about the missions his students had taken on. He would narrate the fights as if you could see the cursed spirits, though you didn’t really have the ability of a sorcerer to understand much of his job.
Somehow, as he walked out of the bathroom to join you in bed, there was the sound of a faint knock on your door followed by a sudden outburst of toddler tears. Satoru quickly rushed to open the door to carry his crying son in his arms. “Hey. What’s wrong with my munchkin?”
“Dada, monsters.” Sachiro was clutching his teddy bear, wiping his damp eyes as he sniffed. The sight of your crying son worried you and you instinctively sat from the bed, reaching for him. “Mama!”
“Monsters? There’s no monsters here,” Satoru reassured, kissing his son on the cheek before handing him to you,“I’ll kick their ass!”
“Watch your language, Satoru.” You pulled your son closer, running your thumb across his pale cheeks and kissing the tip of his small nose. “Shh. Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s here. It’s just a nightmare.”
Little Sachiro snuggled with you under the sheets, sandwiched between his parents as you hugged him protectively. He was an exact carbon copy of his father—vivid cerulean eyes, peachy lips, ivory hair. You bet that he would inherit his towering height, too.
He was a product of you and your husband. A cute little human made out of the infinite love you had as a married couple.
Satoru had his arm stretched out to hug his little family in his arms. Seeing you and his son was eliciting felicity from this small yet special moment. His fond gaze may be glued on your face in only finite minutes, but his love for you was unmistakably infinite.
With warm lips pressed against your forehead, he then looked down at his mini-him and asked, “Sachi, you want a sister or a brother?”
Sachiro blinked, all doe-eyed before answering without hesitation, “Sister.”
You smiled. “Are you gonna protect her, baby?” You raked your fingers through your little boy’s hair, receiving a nod from him in response.
“Yes and mama, too,” the toddler said, earning his father’s approval who also praised him for being a good boy.
The satisfied chuckle from Satoru was enough to make your heart full. “I’ll make you the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer when you grow up,” he pledged to his successor, promising a life ahead of him as the heir to the Gojou clan.
It was needless to say that you were glad to have contributed to his lineage, knowing full well that you were bound to carry another one of his offsprings soon.
PropertyofToru's Playlist X Characters (Bokuto x Reader)
how it works: you can go to my playlist and select a song and then submit the song with a character from my list! i will then write a one shot based off of that song with your character! You can choose if you want smut, fluff, angst, or a combination. you CAN request a song thats already been used for a different character. more songs will be added! if you’d like to request your own song that is allowed too but i’d prefer if it was from my list! ♥
This is my first time writing for bo so i'm sorry if this is horrible :>
Warnings: angst, fluff, jealousy, smut after the warning! (ALL CHARACTERS IN MY WORKS ARE AGED UP)
You and Bokuto had been friends for as long as you could remember, meeting as children and being attached at the hip ever since. Once he started playing volleyball in middle school you became his biggest supporter sticking by his side through his entire career, going to every practice game and tournament you could get to. He did the same for you supporting your passions and hobbies always there with a smile on his face to encourage you. His team often teased him for going “emo mode” whenever you weren't around, his mood shifting immediately as you stepped through those gym doors. Bokuto’s coach always encouraged you to come to practices and games insisting that he played best with you around.
That was until last week. Bokuto had dragged you to a party the team had thrown to celebrate their win streak, not losing a single game all spring. Who were you to rain on his parade? The way his smile was beaming with pride, he was quite literally vibrating with excitement and adrenaline, you couldn't possibly say no. God you wish you had. Bokuto hardly ever drinks, insisting he didn’t need it to have fun. But it was a celebration so he made an exception, quickly getting drunk due to his low tolerance. He was laughing and talking with his teammates about the game they had just won, bursting with pride at their praise of his abilities. And that’s when you heard it. The cliché “who wants to play truth or dare?” you rolled your eyes at Tatsuki’s drunken suggestion, about to mock him before Bokuto shouted. “Oh yes! I love this game!” you flinched from his loud voice next to you, laughing at his enthusiasm.
You had been playing for a little over an hour, watching the boys doing ridiculous dares and hearing truths you probably could’ve gone without knowing. By some stroke of luck you had managed to come out unscathed so far, not receiving a single truth or dare. That was until Akaashi’s eyes landed on you attempting to avoid his gaze. He smirked before turning his eyes to his captain and speaking “Truth or Dare Bokuto… and before you answer, picking truth would be totally lame.” Bokuto’s eyes widened at that before laughing loudly “I'm not one to back down from a challenge so... dare.” Your stomach turned at the evil expression on Akaashi’s face, seemingly getting exactly what he wanted. He pretended to think for a minute before saying “I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl here.” Bokuto stiffened at that before he glanced around the party, seeing lots of girls, some he knew and others that he didn't. After a few seconds of looking around, his glance finally landed on you before his head whipped back around to Akaashi. “That's not fair! The prettiest girl here is my best friend!” You felt warmth crawl up your neck and spread across your face, blushing from his drunken display of affection. He was always the first to compliment you and give praise to your outfits or new posts on social media but somehow this felt different. Akaashi just shrugged before saying “A dare is a dare, unless of course you’re too chicken.” This left Bokuto gaping at his friend, he was NOT a chicken, and he refused to be called any more bird related nicknames. He abruptly turned to you, his eyes lidded from the alcohol coursing through him before gently grabbing your face and placing his lips on yours. The kiss was short and sloppy but something you didn't realize you had been wanting. His eyes refused to meet yours before he quickly turned back to Akaashi “There! I did it! Now you can’t call me a chicken!” They all began clapping and laughing but you sat there finding yourself becoming more and more angry by the second. You quickly stood up and stormed away ignoring Bokuto calling your name. You hadn’t been drinking so you drove yourself home finding yourself becoming more sad than angry during the short trip. You pulled into your driveway and turned off your car, staring out your window for a moment before feeling your lip begin to tremble. Tears began to pool in your eyes and you heard your phone vibrating on the seat next to you, seeing Bokuto's name flash across your screen. You ignored him as you turned the device off and climbed out of your car. Why were you so upset? It was just a stupid dare. That kiss meant nothing to him right? So why did it mean so much to you?
It had been three weeks since that party and you had been avoiding Bokuto like the plague. You ignored all of his texts and calls, he even tried emailing you at one point. He showed up outside your apartment sitting outside your door for an hour before eventually sighing and giving up. You stopped going to his games which crushed him, his coach eventually benching him for being too distracted during a practice match. You felt awful avoiding him but you were still upset about the kiss. He had been your best friend for so long, how could he just kiss you like it meant nothing. You were more angry at yourself than you were at him, you felt those feelings that you had been pushing down for so long begin to claw their way to the surface. But the more you thought about it the more you realized that he was the only person you wanted. There was just nobody like him. You refused to allow yourself to continue thinking about it. So you tried to distract yourself the only way you knew how, by going to a volleyball game...Not your brightest idea. You knew Bokuto’s team had a game today because the coach would always give you a copy of their schedule. You grabbed a hoodie from your backseat before making your way into the gymnasium and pulling the hood up, hoping to avoid being noticed. You just wanted to see him play because no matter how upset you were you missed him desperately. You glanced at the scoreboard and scrunched your face in confusion when you saw that they were losing miserably. You searched the court for his white and grey hair but eventually noticed him sitting on the bench with his shoulders slumped. You watched as his team fought their hardest but struggled without him on the court. Your heart ached knowing that you were the reason for his depressive state, wanting nothing more than to run up to him and hug him. You got lost in your thoughts and before you knew it the whistle blew signifying the end of the match. The teams lined up and shook hands and thanked each other for the game as people made their way out of the stands.
You sat for a few minutes, contemplating if you were ready to approach him or not, not really sure what to say to him. Standing and making your way down the steps, deciding that you didn't want to go another day without him, you began searching for his tall figure in the crowds of people. After a few minutes of searching you saw a few tufts of his spiky hair in the distance and squeezed through the groups of people making their way out of the building. As you got closer to him you heard a loud giggle come from in front of him and a hand reach out to touch his arm. “Well I don't care what your coach says, if you had been out there you guys would’ve won for sure.” You felt like you were going to puke when she batted her eyelashes at him, twirling her hair around her finger and biting her lip. You saw Bokuto’s shoulders shrug before you heard him reply “yeah I guess.” You mentally sighed in relief when you realized he was completely uninterested in the girl in front of him. But she seemed determined to gain his attention, so she began to move her hand up and down his bicep before giggling. “I mean how could they not look at how big and strong you are.” Bokuto shifted awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with how forward she was being. You clenched your jaw and before you had a chance to stop yourself you reached out and took her hand off of him. “He’s clearly not interested in you.” Bokuto’s head whipped to you before he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly.
The girl had stormed off after being rejected leaving just you and Bokuto still hugging in the middle of the hallway. He pulled away slightly after a minute, tears welling up in his eyes, your heart squeezing, remembering how sensitive he can be. His arms still locked around your waist, with his lip trembling he asked “where have you been? I've been so worried about you.” He brushed some of your hair out of your face, softly stroking your cheek. You turned your face away, grabbing his much larger hand with yours. “Bokuto, when you kissed me, I was hurt. I know that kiss was just a dare and it meant nothing to you but it meant everything to me. I realized that I had these feelings for you and I didn't know what to-” You were cut off by him pulling away from you a confused expression painting his features. “It meant nothing to me? Are you out of your mind?” he screeched before wiping his face and sighing. He placed his hands on his hips and shifted his weight nervously before looking at you again. “I have been wanting to do that for SO long but I was terrified you would hate me for it. I guess I finally had the courage to do it because I was drunk but I have been dreaming of that moment for YEARS.” You stood there with your mouth hanging open suddenly forgetting how to form words. He had felt the same way the whole time and you had been completely oblivious to it? “Why didn't you just tell me Bo?” He laughed at that before pulling you back into his chest wrapping his arms around you again. “Why didn't YOU tell ME?” It was your turn to laugh before nuzzling your head into his chest missing his warm embraces. “Touché” He looked down at you and smiled warmly. “If it’s okay with you I'd really like a redo of that kiss.” A large smile made its way across your lips, warmth spreading through your entire chest. “Get down here and kiss me idiot.” He leaned his head down before attaching his lips to yours, the kiss was tender and sweet and a sharp contrast to the last time your lips had met. Your lips were moving in sync, as his arms tightly squeezed your waist, leaning forward into the kiss he tipped you back slightly. Suddenly he picked you up and spun you around with his lips still attached to yours, you giggled into the kiss before pulling away for air. He took this as an opportunity to yell “I just kissed the prettiest girl in the whole world!” You hid your face in the crook of his neck as he continued to shout. You saw his teammates approaching and Akaashi had a small grin on his face. “Hey Idiot, did you finally tell her?” Bokuto nodded and you made a mental note to thank him for that dare.
SMUT WARNING: 18+ (oral, daddy kink, praise kink, light slapping, cockwarming, unprotected sex, slight degrading) slightly based off of this vid
It had been a month since you and Bokuto had officially begun dating and you were both happier than ever and somehow even more inseparable. He spent almost every night at your apartment, most nights crashing in your bed too exhausted from practice to drive himself home, not that you minded. You had been cuddling in your bed watching a movie together when he had dozed off, tugging you closer in his sleep.
You smiled at his need to have you as close as possible even when he was asleep. You shifted slightly, preparing yourself to join him in his slumber when you heard him groan from your movements, rutting himself into the curve of your ass before wrapping his arms even tighter around your waist. You felt your face heat up and your stomach erupted in butterflies, the furthest you had taken it with him was heated makeout sessions. You wiggled your hips again feeling his heavy breathing against your neck and his bulge beginning to harden against you. You couldn't hold back the small whimper in your throat as you rubbed your thighs together. You felt your nerves begin to spike when one of his hands moved to your hip, gripping it tightly. Was he awake?
Your question was answered when you felt him begin to trail soft kisses along your neck and he began to tug at your hip to encourage you to move again. He began to grind his hips forward, grunting softly at the friction. He suddenly turns you over eyes still dusted with sleep before attaching his lips to yours, the kiss is sloppy and needy, mixed with the sounds of his grunts and your needy whines. You trail your hand down his chest before gently placing a hand on his bulge, before squeezing it softly. This earns a throaty groan from him, his eyebrows creasing in pleasure.
“You want it baby?” You nod at him with watery eyes, already so desperate for his touch. “Lemme hear you say it angel, wanna hear those words come out of your pretty mouth.” You whine feeling flustered and a little embarrassed but too lost in your lust to care.
“Please Ko, wanna feel you.” you plead. Without a moment of hesitation he's on top of you, mouth attached to your neck, sucking and biting the skin softly. You whimper feeling him grind himself into your clothed core, you fist the back of his shirt, wanting to be closer to him. “Want it off ‘Bo, wanna be closer.”
He pulls away from you, and peels his shirt off, looking down at you with his deep golden eyes. “Such a needy little thing aren't you baby? So desperate for me?” You nod before he lowers his head down to your stomach and begins to place kisses where your shirt had rode up. He began to nudge it up further with his nose, before licking a strip across your lower stomach. You wiggled in his hold and he tightened his grip around your waist to keep you still. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties, placing soft kisses along your thighs and down your legs as he did. You shyly pushed your knees together suddenly feeling very exposed but he was quick to pull them apart, inserting himself between your thighs.
“Don’t you ever try to hide yourself from me baby. You look so fucking beautiful.” He leant down and placed a quick kiss to your lips before moving down your neck, placing gentle kisses to your collarbones. Pulling back to tug your shirt up over your head before tossing it to the side and returning to your chest, placing his open mouth on your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth gently scraping his teeth on it while tugging on the other with his free hand. You quickly placed your hands in his hair, tugging at the ends and wrapping your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, a string of whines flying from your mouth. He switched his mouth doing the same to your other nipple before trailing open mouth kisses down your stomach and hips before stopping right above your mound to look up at you. He stops to look at the way your eyes were clenched shut, eyebrows furrowed in anticipation, chest heaving trying desperately to calm your breathing.
“Look at me baby” Your eyes snap open, lifting your head slightly to look down at him between your legs. “Good girl” was all he mumbled before licking a fat stripe up your cunt.
Your head flew back, a gasp flying from your lips as you tugged at his hair harshly. He slowly slid a finger up and down your slit, his mouth attached to your clit, sucking at it harshly. He slowly slid his finger in feeling the way your tight walls clamped around his thick digit, before slightly curling it upwards searching for the spot that would have you squeezing your thighs around his head.
“Mmph~ Boku-” you were cut off by your own gasp, he had found it. He began to relentlessly brush his finger against that spot, quickly adding another digit, lapping his tongue against your clit. The sound of him humming between your thighs, him rutting into the mattress below him, his mouth now suctioning around your clit, and his fingers sliding perfectly against the soft spongy spot inside of you quickly became too much as you felt the coil in your lower tummy begin to tighten. “G-gonna- fuck Bokuto gonna cum.” you began to grind your hips into his face, smearing your wetness all over his mouth.
“Go ahead baby cum all over daddy’s face.” you whined at him, hearing him call himself that sent you over the edge, clamping your thighs around his head, your pussy squeezing his fingers tightly as you pulsed around them. He kept moving his fingers, his tongue still lapping your clit, licking up your juices.
You squealed, quickly becoming overstimulated. “Bokuto! Too much!” He slowly pulled his fingers out, placing gentle kisses on your pulsing clit. He climbed his way up your body, hungrily attaching his lips to yours, you moaned tasting yourself on his tongue.
“Please Bo want you now” he grunted against your lips but made no effort to move. “Wanna hear you say it baby” you whined knowing what he meant but feeling a heavy blush coat your cheeks at the thought of calling him that.
“Please daddy wanna feel you” His head dropped into your neck, a low growl coming from his throat before he grabbed your jaw with his hand. “You sound so fucking pretty whining like this for me” He sat back pulling his sweatpants down before laying down beside you, you sat up thinking he wanted you to ride him before he pulled you back down.
He turned you on your side before whispering in your ear. “You wanted to be a little slut and grind your ass against my cock like this then that's how you're gonna fucking take me baby.” He reached down gripping his cock and slid it between your wet folds, fucking himself between your thighs. “So fucking wet baby, so good for me”
He pulled back a bit before lining himself up and slowly pushing in. Because of the position you were even tighter, squeezing his cock harshly. He groaned as he slowly sunk his length into you before bottoming out, his fat cock stretching you out leaving a slight sting mixed with the pressure of him filling you up completely. He stilled for a minute letting you adjust to his thickness, gripping your hips tight enough he was sure to leave bruises.
“So fucking tight, all for me baby, all mine.” He began to rock his hips gently loving the little sounds it pulled from you. “Gonna take what i give you baby, gonna take all of it” one of his hands slid up your body wrapping around your throat squeezing gently while the other made its way to your clit, rubbing small circles on it. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you bounced on his cock, your hands holding your sore breasts to stop them from bouncing.
“F-faster please daddy, i can take it” He moaned loudly at that before snapping his hips forwards, increasing his pace and rubbing your clit faster.
“Such a good little fuckin whore, takin my cock so fuckin well baby. Wanna feel you cum around my cock angel Mmm~ wanna feel you squeeze me” You felt your cunt pulse around his cock from his words, the coil in your stomach tightening again. “ m’close daddy gonna cum”
His pace increased at your words, a harsh slap coming down on your thigh. “Not yet baby, you fucking hold it until I tell you” You whined feeling yourself on the brink of release “can’t hold it, needa cum, please fill me up with your cum daddy” He groaned again his pace becoming ruthless,his balls slapping against your ass harshly.
“Go ahead baby, milk daddy’s cock like a good little slut” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the coil snap for the second time screaming as you came around his cock, begging for him to cum deep inside your cunt. After a few more sloppy thrusts his hips stilled his cock still buried deep inside of you. Both of you panting harshly, skin slicked with sweat, as he whispered sweet praises in your ear.
He placed soft kisses on your shoulder, whispering “i love you so much” and pulling you closer to him before you both fell asleep with his cock still inside of you.
cw. explicit smut, profanity, dirty talk, unprotected (married), calling each other mommy and daddy, quickie, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, more domestic gojou bc y not
“Satoru, you bastard—”
“Shh.” There was nothing that could stop his mouth from pressing on the slope of your ear, jerking his hips further until he had you gripping on the kitchen countertop. “Be a good mommy.”
Jesus. It was 7 in the fucking morning. To think that you were planning to make a nice breakfast for your husband and son, well... Gojou had a different breakfast in mind. They didn’t consist of pancakes and waffles, but of deep thrusts and echoing moans.
A few minutes ago, it was not in your expectation that he would embrace you from behind while you were whisking some eggs—an embrace that turned into vulgar whispers and sensual nibbles on your earlobe until you had everything discarded on the side because you were far too immersed with the pleasuring feeling brought by your needy husband. Satoru started by feathering kisses on your neck and grinding his morning wood between the valley of your buttocks. Now, with your underwear resting above your knees and the hem of your shirt pulled above your breasts, you were nothing but a slave to the divine sensation.
“Won’t you ask me how I like my eggs in the morning?” he teased with a hoarse morning voice, jolting his hips forward to sink his shaft deeper into your core. He was grinning the rougher his jostles were, bending you over the counter as he gripped your hips and angled his cock better. “I want it fertilized... inside mommy’s warm kitty.”
“D-Daddy,” titillating moans were released from your parted lips because your husband was pounding on you quicker than you could take. His large hands fondled the softness of your bust, kneading the rounded mass concurrent to the rhythm of his hips. In the midst of being fucked from behind by Satoru, you were silently hoping that little Sachiro wouldn’t walk up to find his parents having steamy sex in the kitchen like two animals in heat.
Because frankly, Satoru Gojou was a damn animal. In bed, in the shower, and in every corner of the house that you could think of. He was a predator and you were his submissive prey, mating day and night to satisfy your needs and his. When Satoru said it would be quick, he did live up to his promise. And in exchange for a quickie was an animalistic pace that left your body swinging like a rag doll on top of the marble counter.
Two fingers sunk deep in your mouth, reaching your tonsil as you heavily panted. The base of Satoru’s cock was hitting your bum with each slam that equaled a raucous skin-slapping sound. “Fuck yes,” you could feel the smile in his voice, “Shit. This position feels so good.”
“S-Satoru, I—” your inability to continue your words was solely because it was replaced by your whimpers, “A-Aah!”
“So naughty, honey,” he snickered, pulling your hair as he increased his pace. The stretch on your scalp made you see stars, fueling the sensation of his thick cock plowing your cunt to no mercy. “You like that? You like me fucking you raw like this?”
His palm was rubbing on your stomach to touch the exact place where your second baby would be. “Mm—yes! Faster!”
“Fuck.” What you asked for, he generously did. He didn’t hold back at barreling himself inside your tight walls—plump folds now swollen with a tinge of red as he earned your dulcet moans that matched his sonorous grunts. Man, was your husband so hot. He was as hot as the spurts of seed he released inside of you, pulling away only to see his warm cum oozing down on your inner thighs.
“Mama!” At the sound of your son’s voice, you uttered a series of cusses as you hit Satoru’s chest while still recovering above the countertop. He was quick to peck your lips and claim that ‘he’s got it’, pulling your shirt back down and your shorts back up. Soon enough, he left to get your son and returned to see you still leaning against the counter with an undulating chest. “Mama, you okay?”
“Yes, she is,” answered a teasing Satoru, carrying his three year-old son with one arm while pulling you back up with the other. “Give mommy a kiss, Sachi.”
You smiled, leaning in to peck your adorable son on the lips, cooing, “Morning, my baby boy,” and then looking at your husband. “You want coffee?”
Gojou hummed in response, kissing your lips until Sachiro cutely covered his sapphire eyes. “Dada, no!”
“But mama gave more than just kisses to dada—ow!” He received a pinch on the arm from you before he could proceed making naughty remarks. “Fine, fine. No kissing in front of my little bug.”
Chuckling, you didn’t mean to slip your next statement, “You’re gonna deal with two of them soon.” Oh. You weren’t supposed to reveal it yet but Satoru’s cerulean eyes were already wide with delight.
“You’re pregnant?”
You matched his million-dollar smile with a nod. “Two weeks, daddy.”
perhaps all naoya needed is to get a taste of his own medicine. and that is, from the female version of him.
genre. explicit smut, 18+
tags/warnings. naoya zen’in, incest, stepcest, hate fucking, profanity, misogyny vs misandry, fellatio, unprotected, spanking, degradation, dom/sub elements, fem!dom, switch, face slapping, hair pulling, asphyxiation, clan heir!naoya
notes. it’s finally finished plz here’s my zen’incest entry for @dilfhub’s everything-cest collab <3
To be born a woman in the Zen’in clan was already a nightmare in itself.
But to add more to that abomination was being related to Naoya Zen’in. The very idea that you and him shared half of the same blood flowing through your veins was as revolting as it could get. He, a brother who was only a month older, was the same man that made you wish that you had the option to choose whichever family you were going to be born in. Because with all due respect, you never would have chosen to be a Zen’in.
It need not be said that any women living within the walls of this estate were demeaned on a daily basis. Nothing was new upon hearing the words full of bigotry from the group of men that you recognized as family—not by choice, but the lack thereof. Because of the clan’s outward prejudice against women, it birthed your antipathy towards men. The best way to contradict their misogyny was through misandry.
Both of you grew up having attained vastly different values. There was no sugarcoating to the fact that you saw yourself to be inferior from your brother in terms of strength, but you were far smarter in matters that required logical reasoning. Not to say that Naoya was a brainless jerk, although oftentimes the words that he would carelessly spout certainly made him sound like an overconfident male bimbo.
“There’s nothing worse than a woman convinced that she can surpass a man.”
You’ve heard worse things from him since you were both juvenile—raised in a traditionalist clan who all share the same established set of ideals against the weak. Should a clan member failed to possess curse energies or inherit the family’s curse techniques, they were to be ostracized and reduced to nothing more than having a powerful surname. There was a big wall separating the gamut of respect that was granted for both men and women in this family and you were on the farthest side of the spectrum.
You are a Zen’in. Act like one and be grateful, they said. You should stand proud.
And yet, you were looked down on for being the child of a past servant that became your father’s concubine. You were born out of wedlock and you were enforced with the knowledge that you should be grateful for carrying a well-regarded family name.
They surely made it sound as if possessing the last name would grant you a respectable leverage in the hierarchical Jujutsu society. While that may be true to a certain extent, there would have been no reason for the likes of Toji and Maki to force their way out of the clan in spite. If being a Zen’in was a pride, why would the physically gifted family members choose to leave? In support to the previous statement, it was because the clan only cared for their nobility status and political influence. Everything else beyond the aforementioned didn’t amount to the same level of importance.
Ranking second from the three biggest sorcerer families just beneath the Gojou clan was enough proof to how high up the ladder your family was in. They embedded these facts to your head to make you realize that you were blessed by all means.
You didn’t consider yourself to be. Not when you had to see Naoya and his annoying pretty face every single day, bullying you for being both a woman and a daughter of a servant. The moue on your face was perpetually displayed for whenever the man was within your vicinity.
You despised just everything about him. From the way he opened his mouth to the way his eyes would trail on you in a condescending way. The way he would talk down to every women he saw, limiting them to just objects of lust and mere decorations to this patriarchal society. At most times, he would carefully watch your movements with a smirk as though he was forming concupiscent thoughts in his empty head. He was one to visit your quarters late at night, bothering you with his sexist sputtering while seeing you dressed in your silk nightgown. Those sharp, narrow eyes would gleam over the sight of your exposed collarbone and thighs. He praised you for being nubile, but would insult you for having only your face and body to make up for your lack of understanding as to why men were superior over women.
You despised him—or you believed you did—yet when the corner of his lips would upturn into a handsome smirk, you found yourself being pulled by the gravity of his attraction. How could such a beautiful man live with a rotten soul? Because of his despicable personality, you wanted to cascade a downpour of antagonism on him. You wanted to yell at his face, scratch his back, pull his hair... no.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You weren’t supposed to have him in your room at night whispering on your ear and saying how much he wanted to corrupt your feministic beliefs. He would blather about how much of a brat you had been by not properly doing your role as a woman in this household, all this while he was peeling your kimono off your body to leave you nothing but bare of any clothing.
“Did you know I like buxom women?” he mocked, pushing you to lay on your back against the mattress. “Maybe those with a shapely ass, too.”
“Do you think those women prefer you?” you scoffed as you watched him rid himself of his own worn fabric. His silhouette was illuminated by the faint light that passed through the room’s shōji. The translucent sheets affixed to the lattice frame kept the both of you sealed from prying eyes, especially with the help of the murky night sky that casted your chamber in more darkness than light.
No one would know that for tonight, you were ready to sin for this man. As his lips dove in to feather open-mouthed kisses on your neck, a series of breathy moans rolled off your tongue. He was fairly good with how he kissed your neck as if he had grown familiar of your most sensitive areas. So good, you dug your nails onto his back. Your breasts were pressed against his bare chest, igniting your lust with the shameless skin-to-skin contact.
“Shh.” He quickly had a finger pressed on his lips, gesturing for you to hush up.
There were silhouettes of servants walking through the halls, and with a manly hand covering your mouth, none of you two spoke another word until the shadows have disappeared.
“Naoya-sama isn’t in his room, Miss,” a female servant reported to the head servant.
“He might be taking a night stroll to relax his mind,” said the lady, walking farther and farther from your room. “Go get some sleep.”
Once they were out of earshot, you immediately peeled your brother’s hand off your mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist. For some reason, his countenance changed into being strict and you were left wondering what had suddenly passed his mind.
“You’ve got serious guts trying to look good in front of that scumbag this morning,” he derided, kissing your jaw with a hand forcing its way to throttle you on the neck.
Oh.
The scumbag that he spoke ill of was none other than Satoru Gojou, the man infamous for his six eyes and infinity. He visited the estate this morning along with the other clan head, Noritoshi Kamo, to engage themselves into a meeting about matters concerning the Jujutsu society.
You hadn’t been aware of their presence until Satoru saw you walking around the estate where he greeted you like a gentleman and told you that you’ve gotten more beautiful than the last time he saw you. Instead of being proud of his sister, Naoya was visibly irked to hear another man praising you.
“Are you the only one allowed to compliment me, nii-chan? I actually loved the way Satoru looked at me this morning.” You purposely laced your voice with a tone of mockery. This caused him to place a tighter grip on your neck, restricting your breathing with the pressure around your throat.
He didn’t hesitate in pressing his growing bulge against your core, grinding his clothed member between your folds to garner a wanton moan from you. “It’s nii-sama for you, you fucking whore.”
Instead of a moan, you chuckled darkly to ridicule him. “You call me a whore, but you’re the one coming up to my room every night because you’re needy as—”
“You think I care about what a woman like you has to say?” he hissed, lifting your chin with his index finger only to slap your cheek with a rough hand.
The harsh contact had your eyes widening in surprise, but you were fast to return the favor by letting your hand fly across his cheek for an even forceful smack. He barely flinched but damn was that slap crisp on his skin. “You think a man like you is worth listening to?”
While his pupils dilated with your audacity to defy him, he also had a grin spreading on his lips as he moved away and rested his back against the headboard. “Of course. I’m the next head of the clan after all,” he rambled, hoisting you up with your arm to have you kneeling between his legs. “Don’t you think you should start respecting me like you do with daddy?”
You rolled your eyes as he referred to your father as ‘daddy’ knowing full well that his intention for it was to mock you. “You can’t lead a clan when you’re incompetent. A woman should lead this clan to show you all that we do it better.”
He grabbed your hand and placed it atop the bands of his boxers to have you pull it down for him. With his guide, his cock sprung free and almost hit his lower abdomen as it stood in its glory. He’s big, you thought and recalled how you gaped on it the first time you saw him fully erected like this. But never would you admit how big he was because your main goal was to keep deflating his ego.
“And who should lead? That girl Maki?” he asked, venomous humor coated his words. “She can’t see curses and can’t do curse techniques. All she has is a pretty face. Mai is out of the question. She’s useless.”
You restrained a huff as you enclosed your hand around his thick girth to pump him slowly, pressing your tongue on his tip and swirling it around the swollen head. He watched you with a predatory gaze as if he was the master and you were his servant.
“Or did my little sister think she can lead the clan?” he continued, loving how the entirety of his cock disappeared in your mouth when you started bobbing your head up and down. “How can you lead a clan when sucking dick is the only thing you’re good at? Slut.”
You hummed with your eyes closed, taking him deeper down your throat to silence his imperious remarks and later turn them into moans. The only way to taint this man’s domineering personality was to make him submit to his pleasure. Men would say they didn’t need women as much as you needed them, but here he was desperate to have his own sister fulfill his carnal desires. They’re fucking dumb. All men think with their dicks after all.
“Isn’t it quite amusing that you’re letting your brother have a taste of your cunt before anyone else did?” In his crude humor, he added, “At the end of the day, you’re only good as a wife and it’s unfortunate to you that we came from the same—fuck.”
Triumph tugged at the corner of your lips as you elicited a moan out of him. It allowed you to take his cock deeper in your cavern until his swollen head hit your throat with a gag. Drool slid down on his shaft as you pulled away. “Mm. You should see your face when I suck your dick, nii-chan. You look pathetic.”
“I said it’s nii-sama, you scum.” He pulled you to sit on his cock, positioning his length at your entrance with his back rested against the headboard. “Why don’t you bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”
Your sigh came out as a whimper when he jerked his hips upwards to stretch your walls with his hardened member. “Aah—!” Shit. He always made you whimper on the first penetration. You’ve done this with him for around five times now and you still haven’t gotten used to his size. “N-Naoya, be gentle!”
“Dropping the honorifics now? Disrespectful brat.” He held on to your hips and slammed his cock inside of your tight cunt, forcing you to hover over him with a hand pressed on his toned chest and an arm latching around his shoulders. He was rutting his dick into you in a pace that equaled a squelching noise. Even when he was under you, he had full control and this wasn’t how it should be. You have to turn it around.
“F-Fuck, nii-chan!” You forced yourself to sit up and gain the upper hand. His sharp eyes followed your movements as you straightened your back and moved your hips on your own pace. “Mm.”
Every time you rubbed your damp pussy against his cock, your walls would clench tighter than it already has. “Shit,” he cussed, running his fingers through his flaxen hair while gazing at you with a lustful glint. “If you weren’t so sexy, I’d never fuck the shit out of you.”
It was your turn to wrap a hand around his neck to restrain his breathing. “If you cum and I didn’t, that means I fucked the hell out of you.”
“Oh yeah?” He was enjoying this. Heck, he was getting excited at how you were getting rougher with him. He didn’t even hold back from kneading your bosom, squeezing and massaging the rounded mass before his mouth sucked on one of your tits. Despite your silent moans, you didn’t stop from grinding your hips through it all. “Did you forget how I fucked you hard enough last time that you limped around the estate?”
You wanted to stop the heat that permeated through your cheeks. This was not the time for him to dominate you. “N-No.” You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up at your stern eyes. “Open your mouth.”
“What—” At once, you placed two fingers inside his mouth and made him suck your digits to silence his nonsense. Your intention was to be in control but you were ridiculously aroused at how deep he took your fingers.
“See? That shut you up,” you said, pressing your knees on the mattress so you could start thrusting your hips against his cock. Each collision of your buttocks and his groin earned a titillating sound that bounced back from the fusuma walls. “Ngh, yes. That’s so good.”
You’ve pulled your fingers out of his mouth as you increased your pace against his hardened shaft. It took you by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face down to meet his lips for a kiss. A kiss that involved tongue the minute your lips were enveloped on each other—lapping, swirling, and moving in harmony. You wondered if the slurping sounds were loud enough to be heard from outside, but you were definitely certain that the sudden hard contact for when his palm spanked your bum was what could have woken up the entire estate.
“Fuck—!”
“That’s for being such a brat,” he jeered, lazily watching you bounce on his cock like a pillow prince. Your lips were parted to release the moans that you were trying so hard to keep. “You enjoy how my cock’s stretching your sweet pussy, do you?”
His vulgar words suffused your cheeks with a blush of embarrassment. “Sh-Shut up.”
Why do men act like gods whenever they’re fucking someone?
“Eyes on me when I talk, you whore,” he commanded, pulling on your hair until you could feel a burning stretch on your scalp. “What do you think daddy’s gonna do when he finds out you’re fucking your brother?”
You couldn’t think straight because of the euphoric wave that hit your body when his tip reached your most sensitive spot. Even more, your breasts have gone sore from the rapid jostling. “I-I d-don’t know. Mm—fuck. Fuck.”
“You think he’s gonna demonize me for it?” he casually asked as if seeing you whimpering from his cock was his own entertainment. “If anything, he’s gonna put the blame on you for being the slut that you are. Seducing your brother every night to fulfill your fantasy? How scandalous. He’ll just side with me, you know?”
You rolled your eyes, not because of the pleasure but because of your growing ire. “You talk... too much, asshole.”
The man only cared to shrug and flipped yourselves on the mattress. Everything went by in a blink of an eye while you were still trying to recover from the intensity of his thrusts, later to realize that he was putting you in all fours so he could raw-dog you from behind.
“At least I don’t have the habit of saying the most nauseating things.” He was quick to slam his cock back in once he got into a comfortable position. You were fisting the sheets, holding back your moans as he began plowing your cunt unforgivably. You could feel him stretching your bum just to see how deep his cock was going in inside of your swollen cunt and the sight of it earned a raspy moan from him. “Fuck. You think a woman should lead the clan?” he reminded you of your words earlier. “You’re all just holes made for us to fill in every night.”
This man was absolutely revolting. “Y-You never fail t-to disgust me with your words. A-Aah—! Slow d-down!”
The sound of his chuckle slithered through your ears like an insult. “In that sense, I never fail at anything,” he corrected, digging his nails on your flesh as he held your hips tighter against his crotch. His entire cock was going in and out of your folds in a rough pace, allowing you to rest your head above the pillow as he continued to fuck you from behind. “I’m simply the best and you are inferior to everything that I am.”
For fuck’s sake.
“Maybe that’s how Gojou-sama feels whenever he sees you, too,” you mocked in return, well aware that mentioning Satoru and addressing the man with respect would rile your precious brother up.
You were successful as you expected because not only did Naoya’s thrusts got harsher, he also pulled you by the jaw to have you look at his menacing eyes. “Say what?”
You lazily grinned, eyes half-lidded as you uttered a response, “Do you really want me to repeat it?”
You won the game when you saw how tight his jaws have clenched. Only, he was becoming merciless with his thrusts when he adjusted his hips to rut into you like there was no tomorrow. Your legs were beginning to shake and your cunt was becoming sore. You knew that ecstasy was a minute away from reaching the outburst of your orgasm.
“I dare you say it to my face again,” he challenged through gritted teeth, ramming your clamped walls in an inane speed that left the both of you crying of immense pleasure. “Fuck. I’m close—!”
You were, too. However, unlike him, you had the ability to hold it for a minute more so you could watch him desperately pulling out and turning you towards him as he jerked himself off on your chest. He released his warm cum all over your tits concurrent to the series of cusses that he sputtered.
“You came so much,” you groaned, seeing the amount of jism that he ejaculated on you. Immediately, you snatched the box of tissues to wipe yourself off while Naoya was panting in bed. His hands were pressed against the mattress as he reclined his back, eyes looking at the ceiling to recover from reaching his high. The sight of it had you laughing. “You’re really pathetic.”
The daggers he sent your way as he glared at you was too intense, but you remained unfazed. “The fuck did you say?”
You tossed the cum-stained tissues on the nearby bin and got up, quickly feeling the warmth of the tatami flooring as your soles landed on the woven rush. “I said,” you lifted his chin up, “you look pathetic. One, I didn’t cum. Two,” you halted as you picked up his clothes and flung it to him, “get the hell out of my room.”
His face was full of humor and disbelief. “You think you can go around saying that bullshit to me? You’re a woman.”
“And you’re a man who can’t even make a woman cum.” Elated on the inside to see his ego crumble into pieces, you sheathed yourself with a robe and gazed down at him with a deriding smirk. “Men like you have no rights. It’s better to stay in your lane, nii-chan.”
2/2 — stuck in a loop of frat parties and constant hookups, gojou finds a way to make you come into terms with your feelings by breaking both of your hearts along the way
genre. angst, hurt/comfort, smut, fwb, college au, 18+
tags/warnings. fratboy!gojou, baddie!reader, commitment issues, profanity, alcohol/intoxication, smoking, usage of drugs, explicit smut, exhibitionism, public sex
notes. this is sooo long bye i enjoyed writing this 2-part fic and i hope u guys liked it <3 reblogs are highly appreciated! thank you everyone :D
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“Do you and Gojou have beef or something?”
It was for the first time throughout that afternoon when Shoko finally spoke her mind. She spent the past hour sleeping with her head on the table while you were typing on your laptop to finish your papers. Determined not to be disturbed as you worked on your final requirements, you only responded to her once you finally hit the word count. So much for being a great student.
“I don’t know,” you trailed off, grabbing the cup to take a sip from your coffee. The café was redolent with the sweet aroma of cinnamon and roasted coffee beans, providing a homey atmosphere for all the students to bask in. “I haven’t seen him in two weeks.”
Two weeks you have not spoken to him either. He didn’t contact you to come over like he usually did nor did he visit you in your dorms to take in the pleasure of your habitual setup. The last time you talked to him was when you rejected his offer to be in a labeled relationship and he later told you that he would date Mackenzie out of spite. You weren’t quite certain if he was being serious with his words but the guy never once contacted you again since that day. It also seemed as if he was purposely avoiding you. You guessed that his last comment translated to just two words: fuck off.
So this was the end, you reckoned, of yours and Satoru’s beneficial friendship.
“I knew it.” Shoko straightened her back, yawning as she stretched her arms. She alternated between looking at her phone and then to you. “I asked him to come here and he said he didn’t wanna go if I was with you. What happened?”
You rolled your eyes as a reaction to his immaturity. He was for sure acting like a big jerk about this. “Guess we’re not fuck buddies anymore.”
There was a gleam of amusement in Shoko’s eyes. “Really? That’s new,” she claimed, “he’s pretty tight-lipped about you whenever I asked.”
Of course he would be. Satoru Gojou would never proudly tell anyone that he got rejected by someone like you. Although he brought this upon himself when he put you on the spot while knowing full well how you felt about commitments and relationships. You didn’t even know if he was ready to get involved in such an intimate connection with anyone when he could barely get his feelings together. He acted on impulse most of the time and he was the one claiming that you were nothing but a late-night booty call.
You hardly even forgave him for the insults that he threw on you that night when he invited Brooke. He was trouble and you wanted to stay away from it until he actually learned to get his shit together.
“Oh, well. I’m sure you two will just run back to each other. You’re like peas in a pod,” Shoko added without any scintilla of doubt in her tone.
Perhaps she was right, maybe she was wrong. You had no idea about what was running inside Satoru’s head but when you returned to your dorm that night, you found the man of honorable mention lazily sitting on top of your bed while playing with his phone to cover his ennui.
“What are you doing here?” you questioned, placing your laptop and notepad on your bedside table.
Like a stubborn kid, he barely looked at you with his eyes still glued on his phone. The fluttering of his arctic lashes were slow and impassive. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he simply replied, deadpan tone and all. “I’m not here for you.”
You crossed your arms, face contorting in confusion. “You’re literally sitting on my bed—”
“Hey, my bad it took me long to get ready.” Mackenzie’s sweet voice cut you off as she came back from the communal bathroom. Dressed in a casual floral dress and light blue cardigan, she looked like she was preparing for a date night. “Baby, let’s go?”
What the hell?
Satoru’s diamond eyes coruscated at the sight of her before he got up and walked past you. At once, he embraced Kenzie in his arms and pecked her lips the same way he often did to you. “You look pretty, baby.”
If it wasn’t obvious enough, you were visibly taken aback like a deer caught in headlights more so because of the confusion bubbling in your head. Not only did you not expect that he would stick to his words, you also didn’t think that they would be dating straight away. For the past year, Satoru was very clear about his distaste about being tied down, so what in God’s name was he pulling now?
He dashed out of the room telling Kenzie that he would wait for her while the ‘girlfriend’ shot you an excited look, immediately gushing about their relationship. “Sorry I didn’t get to tell you sooner,” she said, joy emanating beautifully on her small face. “We just started talking and then he asked me out. Can you believe it?”
You put on a mask of genuine happiness. “I’m excited for you.” Glancing at Satoru who stood by the door waiting for his girlfriend, you gave Kenzie a whispered piece of advice. “Just be careful of him, Kenz.”
You: If you’re just playing with her heart, don’t fucking do it.
You: Kenzie is a nice girl. Don’t you dare use her just to spite me. Asshole.
Your texts were left unanswered when you briefly scrolled through your old exchange of messages with Satoru. Another week has passed since you sent him that text on one drunken night when you got the confidence to actually hit the send button, but you were ignored by the guy even when he has clearly read your messages.
It wasn’t like you were moping about his relationship. You could care less, or so you think. It shouldn’t matter if he was dating Mackenzie but you just didn’t approve the idea that the root of this was to make you jealous. He always did things to rile you up and it irked the hell out of you. Now you felt responsible for the impending sleepless nights and heartbreaks that you were about to give Mackenzie once she realized that she was being used.
Out of all the girls that went after him, why did he have to choose your roommate? If this wasn’t the most ridiculous act of revenge ever, then you didn’t know what else would be.
Fuck Satoru. You despised how he could ruin your day even when you couldn’t see him. There was a live football match in front of you but you didn’t even have much focus to figure out what was happening in the game.
“Damn, he’s good,” Getou praised from beside you, gaping at the large screen where they showed Sukuna in football gear being crowded by his teammates after they delivered a touchdown.
In contrast to Getou’s flattery, Shoko displayed a moue. “Yeah, if only he wasn’t such a horse dick to Y/N.”
A cacophony of deafening cheers broke out from the crowd. You could hear girls screaming for Sukuna’s name whenever he showed up on the screen and you refrained yourself from making a face. They had zero idea how much toxicity ran through that man’s veins.
“Let’s say he changed,” Suguru proposed the idea amidst the hubbub of enthusiastic screams, “would you get back with him?”
Absolutely not. You were shaking your head without even a second since he asked. “Sukuna is a nightmare.”
The game continued while your mind gained its wings to fly off somewhere else. What were Satoru and Mackenzie up to? Were they somewhere in the bleachers to watch the game, too? Were they fucking each other back in the dorms? You were aware of Kenzie’s lack of experience when it came to men and Satoru must love the fact that he was a potential candidate at taking her v-card.
You succumbed yourself to the sadistic images of Satoru and Kenzie having the time of their lives together. It had you so bent up that your frown never left your face even as you spent your night at Alpha Zeta Phi after the game. The biggest afterparty based on hearsay, and while it really was indeed jam-packed, your heart was unknowingly looking for another guy among the red cups and neon lights.
“Where have you been?” The question was thrown at you by Shoko as soon as you came back from the kitchen. Having taken a couple of shots, you were stumbling to your feet as you sat giggling on the couch beside her.
“Y/N’s fuckin’ here, bitches,” you mindlessly slurred, slumping on the small space made available for you. You laughed as you exchanged fist bumps with your friends before resting your back on the cushion.
And there, across your seat, was Satoru and his girlfriend sitting on his lap barely noticing your arrival. They were exchanging flirty smiles and feathered kisses, his hand securely wrapped around her small waist, not caring about everyone else in the party except each other. It was strange enough to see Mackenzie at a party, but seeing her getting all mushy with your former fuck buddy was another slap to your face.
If only you could hold your heart in your hands and squeeze it yourself so the pain would be more bearable.
“Oh, hey!” your roommate endearingly greeted when she finally acknowledged you. “We were just waiting for you.”
She was sounding like she was a regular at frat parties when this had always been your scene before her stupid boyfriend brought her along.
Satoru briefly met your eyes as he drank from his red cup, his stare on you was not lingering the way it used to because all of his attention were now dedicated to Mackenzie. How ironic was that? They’re so cute together, you heard people coo. You would have thought the same had you not felt a burning ache on your chest.
“I’m here now,” your reply was curt as you whirled your head towards the rest of the gang. “What game are we playing?”
When Spencer raised a card between his fingers, you already got the answer you needed. Suck and blow. You thought they would ask to play Never I Have I Ever just like last time but you have gotten too tired of playing that game. What hesitated you to play this new one was because you were seated at the edge of the couch and Satoru was the next guy to your left.
“Let’s start!” Ieri cheered, snapping her fingers simultaneous to the beat of the booming music. The purple neon lights momentarily blurred your vision before you shook the intoxication out of your system. You shouldn’t have drank too much tequila.
To begin the game, Spencer pressed the card on his pursed lips, passing it to Cassie on his left who formed a suction with her mouth to keep the card in place. The card was nearly slipping from her lips much to everyone’s thrilled faces, all anticipating her to pass it successfully to Getou’s mouth.
Well, the card slipped and they ended up kissing.
“Drink!” you commanded with a grin. In accordance to the rules, those who dropped the card would have to drink so both Getou and Cassie chugged their cups before the game resumed.
This time, Getou was carefully pressing the card on Mackenzie’s lips. The latter then moved her head and delivered the card on top of her boyfriend’s lips with caution.
“Go.” Shoko nudged your rib, gesturing for you to lean closer to Satoru despite your reluctance.
Fuck. You swallowed your pride and positioned your face under him hoping that the card wouldn’t fall off. But as expected, it slipped before Satoru could press it against your lips. Not even the lack of card held him back from continuing to press his lips down on yours, locking you in a tight-lipped kiss and pulling away with a smirk.
“Sorry,” he muttered, lips brushing against yours. His eyes sparkled of insulting humor. Asshole. “It slipped.”
He was quick to pull away while you were left frozen from your spot. You blamed your inability to move from the amount of alcohol in your system and not from Satoru’s kiss as you situated yourself back to your seat. There was no way you could miss the small glances that both Suguru and Shoko traded to each other, allowing the awkward air to linger more than you wanted.
Because of it, Mackenzie eyed you with an unmistakably jealous gaze but Satoru quickly gave her a kiss of reassurance, with him holding her cheek to deepen the kiss as they made out in front of you.
You used to love parties, but this might change your mind.
“Dude, it’s weird to see Gojou with a girlfriend,” the oblivious Spencer enthused after he drank from his red cup.
The white-haired man pulled away from kissing Mackenzie to look at his frat brother. “Can’t blame me. I got tired of hoes.”
If not for Shoko’s hand on your thigh that held you in restraint, you would have cussed the shit out of Satoru to his face. He has received far too many kinky slaps from you, but you could surely turn those slaps into real violence this time. He was clearly mocking you with his words and pretty little Mackenzie was too ignorant to understand the situation at hand.
“Okay, bro. Answer this. Did you guys fuck already?” Spencer asked him, his question was followed by a low chuckle.
You exhaled in exasperation. “This isn’t truth or dare, Spence.”
“I know, but,” he looked at the couple intently, “I wanna know. I heard Mackenzie’s a good academic girl and shit.”
The ‘good girl’ had a few drinks of alcohol so there was no sugarcoating to her liquor-driven answers. She even giggled as she gave a response, “We did it in the dorm,” then she looked at you sheepishly, “in your bed while you were at the game, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
“OOOOOOH!”
Your lips upturned into a mirthless smile as sarcasm cloaked your wounded pride. They should see how your eyes were nothing but ill-humor in contrast to the friendly curve of your lips. It was even more insulting that Satoru was carefully watching your expression, seeing your balled fist to his satisfaction. As petty as you were, you ended up giving them a well-deserved clap.
“That’s real classy,” you praised, scoffing scornfully. You were done here. Gojou won his fucking game.
While you got up without much care to their calls to your name, you grabbed the spliff and the lighter off an already stoned Getou and excused yourself out of the circle. You would rather spend your night getting high than to be in the same room with Satoru ever again.
You never truly saw Gojou for the next three weeks.
That, and the fact that Mackenzie was coming back to the dorm less and less, probably choosing to sleep with her boyfriend for most of her nights. Gone was your roommate who would often stay at the dorms to study up until the zero hours. You could sense that she was getting awkward around you because your conversations have been limited to simple exchange of hi’s and hello’s.
Since she got into a relationship with Satoru, she transformed into a completely different person. No longer uptight and prudish. Such a typical scene for a good girl and a playboy—perhaps you should give them another round of applause. God. Your bitterness may be showing too much but Mackenzie should know that the guy she was dating was bad news and it would only be a matter of time until he would ditch her like a piece of gum that he got tired of chewing.
This whole carefree act that she was enjoying with Satoru would not last long simply because the guy wasn’t into being in a faithful relationship. He was exactly like you. You knew how his mind worked because you’ve been with him for a year.
Strangely, however, Satoru changed too.
Although you still went to frat parties, you no longer spotted him there. At first you assumed that he just wasn’t feeling the vibe, but it has been three consecutive nights where Gojou’s presence was nowhere to be seen from the silhouettes of drunken people that you cared nothing of.
Even Brooke noticed it. “It’s a lot fun when Satoru came here,” she emphasized, joining the gang by sitting next to you at the poolside. “I heard he’s with a chick now.”
Your face was clouded with wonder. Why wasn’t he going to parties anymore? This was his world, not Mackenzie.
“Dude doesn’t live here anymore,” Spencer revealed the information, causing you to halt from drinking the rest of the vodka in your now crumpled cup. “He just moved out. Him and Kenzie are living together off-campus.”
Speechless. You were goddamn speechless. No words came out of utterance as you were too dumbstruck by this information. None of the others mirrored your expression, particularly Shoko and Suguru, which gave you the idea that they knew about it all along and had chosen not to tell you.
No one fucking told you and you felt significantly stupid.
“So they’re serious, huh.” The crack in your voice equaled to the tears that were pricking at your eyes. You had to snatch the cup from Suguru’s hand to chug down the vodka straight just to numb your mind from this uninvited pain. “Happy fucking ever after.”
“You had your chance.” Spencer tried to console, but not in the way you expected him to. “You should’ve went out with him when he asked you. He was head over heels for you, dude.”
“I wasn’t fucking ready,” your response came out snappy. Did you care if you sounded mad? Hell, no. You are mad. “He should’ve waited and he wasn’t very nice to me when he asked me before.”
While he merely shrugged, Shoko rubbed your back in comfort. If only her gentle strokes were enough to soothe the twinge of ache in your heart. The threshold of your pain was being tested tonight and it reminded you of the same heartbreak you felt with Sukuna.
Sukuna. Your face hardened in remembrance. Your chest hollowed in agony.
“I think you and Gojou should have talked it out,”Shoko attempted to reason, “He probably didn’t mean to fall in love with her, but—”
“But he did,” you finished it off, not wanting to hear more or you would lose your mind. “I don’t blame him and I’m done with him. I’m so...”
Done with whatever it was that you had with him. He was clearly happy with his life now and you were back to wallow in your loneliness knowing that you and Satoru failed to meet in the middle. Right time, right person? He found it through Mackenzie.
This was all Sukuna’s fault, had he not damned you with this trauma towards commitment you probably would be in a healthy relationship by now. You and Satoru could have been the couple that he and Kenzie had just become.
You blamed it towards fucking Ryomen Sukuna. The rosy-haired man who you found in the frat basement, dragging him by the wrist as soon as he made remarks about how good you looked. Your insobriety eliminated your reluctance to interact with your ex that you didn’t think twice at being within his presence yet again.
Fuck Sukuna. Fuck Satoru. Fuck all of them.
Because of your frustration, you two stumbled in one of the rooms upstairs. The enclosed space was none other than Satoru’s old room whose bed was still neatly intact with only his clothes and a few of his things gone. This was the same room he spent many nights with you and you alone.
“So I take it we’re cool?” Sukuna asked, leaning back as he watched you lining the white powder on Satoru’s bedside table. “Yo, are you kidding me?”
You had to do this to numb your pain. Even just for tonight.
“Just shut up and join.” You pressed your finger on your nostril while placing the vacant side of your nose in front of the drug, soon sniffing the fine grains of Molly that you obtained from Suguru. You were quick to absorb the drug into your system as you widened your eyes to adjust from the strong inhalation.
Sukuna was simply enjoying the view. “Can’t do drugs. The football team gets tested regularly,” he informed, pulling you onto his lap so you could straddle him.
“They should also test you for HIV, then.”
Your blunt choice of words garnered his deep chuckle. “I miss my bad girl.”
Without the swirling vision from the Ecstasy, you never would have found yourself naked on top of Sukuna the next thing. Such a shame that you were back to fucking your ex on Satoru’s bed to get back at him, but it was even more shameful that you couldn’t stop thinking about the white-haired man while you were being railed by the past boyfriend that you used to love wholeheartedly.
“S-Sukuna—!” you moaned for his name as you rode his cock, but the name that left your lips was not the man that you saw in your eyes. His face, in your head, was Satoru staring at you with half-lidded eyes and telling you how good you made him feel.
Not even yours and Sukuna’s exchange of hair-pulling and degradation and slapping ever distracted you from having Satoru in your head through this spiteful sex.
That night was how you finally accepted that you have truly gotten over Sukuna because another man has long housed himself in the breadths of your heart.
“You know I love you, but you’re so incredibly stupid.”
You let out a weary sigh, massaging your temples to ease your headache. It was a bad decision to walk around the campus with Shoko in this afternoon heat when she was being a nagger along with it.
You were just tired and depressed. Crestfallen, heartsore, and whatever fancy word you could describe for the blues in your heart.
“Sleeping with Sukuna, really?” Ieiri’s eyes pierced through yours like she was a mother scolding her favorite child. “Why would you do that?”
Suguru decided to support her, “Yeah. You back together?”
In your torpidity, you weakly shook your head. You and Sukuna didn’t even talk about that night because you made it very clear that you were over him. That night didn’t mean a single thing to you because there was no space in your heart left for him to come back to. “No, we’re not. Never.”
“Then, why did you—”
Speak of the devil, the rosy-haired man crossed your path with some of his jock teammates around him. He didn’t see you but you did see the purplish bruise on the corner of his mouth. Where did he get that from?
You wished you still had an ounce of concern, but you’ve grown blasé about his personal matters. Whether he got beat up or not, it was none of your business. His dick was good, you joked in your head despite your languish, too bad it wouldn’t make you stay.
As Sukuna’s figure faded through the hallway, another one came into view.
“What’s up?”
It felt like ages. An eternity, even. Satoru’s face was still as radiant as you first saw him. That charming smile, those azure eyes, that mess of arctic hair—your heart shouldn’t be running miles. You mind shouldn’t be a mishmash of the things you missed most about him.
You were a complete mess, far from the confident you, now that he was standing meters apart. Him decreasing the distance only increased the speed of your heartbeat.
“We missed you, bro.” Suguru quickly embraced his best friend with Shoko following soon after.
You? You couldn’t even look at his eyes as you merely stood at the side. What else was there to say? He sounded content, unbothered with the lack of ‘you’ in his life. Perhaps he had gotten over you at this point. Perhaps he was never serious about getting into a relationship with you. Only he could tell.
“Sorry, I’ve been MIA.”
“Yeah, the girlfriend thing. We understand.”
“I’ll make it up to you guys, we can hangout somewhere. Kenzie won’t mind.”
It took a lot of energy, or lack thereof, for you to walk away in silence as they conversed. You didn’t mean to be insouciant nor did you intend to ignore him. It was your heart that told you not to stay or else it would detonate without anyone having to fix the pieces back together.
You hoped he understood.
Even as they called for your name, your feet never ceased from leaving the place to go back to the comfort of your dorm. Shutting down the world seemed like a far better idea than to be around him. This was the peak where you could say that sleeping was your only best friend aside from the alcohol.
You didn’t exactly hit rock bottom as much as you did with Sukuna, but days and days have passed as though the pages of your romance book that featured Gojou was bitterly coming to an end.
For the rest of the week, you focused on your classes and allotted most of your time to finish up your papers all ready for submission. The reward you’ve given yourself after a laborious week in campus was to none other than spend your Friday night at the frat house. There was no escape to your confinement in this meaningless night life. You were stuck in a loop of frat parties and wasted nights minus the constant hookups because you couldn’t find yourself getting invested in anyone else.
Initially, you didn’t believe those people who relied on alcohol and drugs to bury whatever misery they had in their hearts. So fucking dramatic, you wanted to tell yourself while you pondered at the night sky. The luminous moon stared back at you in its serenity as you lay floating on the water’s surface.
The bass-boosted music reverberated from a distance, not quite too far from the pool where you have situated yourself in. You loved the warmth of the water despite the chilly air that hugged your damp skin. There was nothing in your mind but the lamentation of your pathetic woes.
Paddling your feet, your body buoyed up along the slow waves while you reclined your head further into the pool. The water swallowed your hair, sucking you in like vacuum.
And like a dream, you saw a familiar face looking down at you by the edge of the pool. His face was completely inverted as he peered down at you with that achingly gorgeous smile. A fallen angel from the sky has arrived.
“You’ve been there for an hour.” The rich baritone of his voice were music to your ears.
Still and all, you tried to swim away wishing that this was indeed a dream. But Gojou being Gojou, he walked towards the direction of your floating body. Hands buried in the pockets of his shorts, long-sleeved shirt half-buttoned as usual. Was he really back? You couldn’t believe it.
“Are you gonna come up or what?” he asked with his patience running thin, coming to a halt with his footsteps just as you stopped swimming. “You look sexy in that bikini, by the way.”
The soles of your feet landed on the pool floors as you stood albeit submerged underwater. “Shut up,” you scornfully replied, eyes meeting his bright blue ones with pretentious insouciance. “Your girlfriend’s not gonna appreciate you ogling at me.”
There was no response given, just actions of him unbuttoning his shirt and tossing the garment on the side before he plunged himself into the pool to join you. You wanted to escape him but he already got you cornered, locking you within his arms’ embrace to relish the warmth that your body offered.
“Gojou—”
“I missed you,” he mumbled through your ear, chest to chest so you could feel the familiar beat of his heart against your own.
“You love Mackenzie,” your words, though painful, came out as a reminder for him.
He only tucked your soaking hair behind your ear. “I did.”
Did? You hit his chest with a frown forming your lips. “The hell did you to her?” God, did he break her heart? Did he make her cry?
The rise and fall of Satoru’s chest was oceans deep. “‘When you’re with me, it feels like you see another person,’ that’s what she said,” he quoted, pressing his forehead against yours. You wanted to stop breathing for a moment. “We broke up two weeks ago. She was surprisingly cool with it.”
Shit. You closed your eyes in remorse. “Kenzie,” you muttered, feeling absolutely terrible. “I told you not to play with her.”
“I didn’t.” His attempts at trying to be reasonable failed, so he made you wrap your legs around his waist as a momentary distraction. “Listen, I did like her. I still think highly of her. She was sweet, adorable, but she’s...”
“What?” you egged on, arms enclosed around his neck. You buried your jealousy with all of your might.
Funny how you two spent weeks ignoring each other and now you were back at one another’s arms. He was thinking the same exact thing when he said, “I keep wishing she was you.”
Stupid Satoru. No, you had no intentions to cry tonight even if his words caused somersaults in your stomach. You knew you wanted to hear this, but now that he was actually saying it, you didn’t know how to properly react.
“You’re so annoying.” You rested your head on his shoulder, hugging him tighter with his arms caged around your waist. The stillness of the water reflected the calmness of your heart. “You didn’t have to do all that just to make me jealous. That’s the stupidest thing ever.”
He let out a soft chuckle before he slightly pulled away to lift your chin up with his index finger. “I learned a lot from it, though. One, I think I make a terrible boyfriend and two, I prefer girls who cuss me out when I do something awful.” He left a light kiss on the corner of your lips as if he was testing the waters. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was a dick. I should’ve been more mature to understand why you rejected me that day.”
Damn it. You missed him, so much that you were raptured by having him back now that the cruel world decided to be nice for once. Just like Satoru, you learned a lot after weeks and weeks of not being around him. You realized that his presence meant more to you than you believed. He was a tenant living rent free in your heart and in your mind, and you were the landlord allowing him in with so much as little payment in return.
“I’m sorry, too... for not being honest with how I really feel.”
It had been forever since you shared kisses. The movements of his lips, opening and closing like suction was a pleasure for you. You were hungrily meeting each other’s lips by devouring your mouths to have your tongue rolling in salacious synchronization.
“Satoru,” your hushed voice sounded more of a moan. Only because his fingers found your inner thighs, stroking your plump folds underwater before he pressed your back against the edge of the pool. “We’re in public.”
His mouth latched onto the crook of your neck without caring about anything else but to orchestrate pleasuring motions on your clit. “When did that stop us?” Voice now an octave deeper. “I want you right now.”
Well...
Everyone in the frat house were probably too drunk to remember this, anyway. Considering that the sober ones might be a minority, you allowed Satoru to slide your bikini to the side so he could place his tip at your entrance. The bands of his shorts were now resting mid-thigh.
“Can’t believe we’re doing this—” you ended up releasing a whimper as he sunk his cock deep inside of your cavern. Your walls clenched around his length in a tight fit that you had him gripping on the tiled surface behind you. “Mm—fuck!”
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, head falling on your neck as he began to rut his hips upwards to have you bouncing on his fully erected cock. “I lied.”
“Mm?” Your legs were locked around his waist so he could you fuck you like a rag doll and you were at a state where no other drug was on par to the euphoria that he was giving you. Satoru Gojou was your personal drug that you were highly addicted to and you were a loyal consumer who was finally ready to risk it all. “L-Lied about—what?”
Shit. Shit. His cock was getting deeper.
As much as you tried to suppress your titillating cries, you were arching your back when he was hitting your sensitive spot. The grazing of his shaft against your cunny made you release a louder moan. “You have the tightest cunt ever.” His grin was concealed by the kisses he gave you through your arousal. “Ah, shit. Y/N.”
“Don’t stop.” Fuck everyone else. There were at least fifteen people in the poolside but you gave no single damn. People fuck all the time so none of these people were clean. Besides, Satoru was yours and you were his. Lovers do what they do. “S-Satoru, y-yes!”
Maybe you would find yourselves in Pornhub the next morning with the caption ‘Frat boy fucking college chick in pool’ and you should be ashamed. You were an arrant disgrace.
But in all honesty? Whatever, then. Satoru gave zero fucks and so did you. The common thing about you and him was how you two shared the same mindset on things. Same emotions. Same heart.
Maybe same soul, too.
“Aah—fuck. Baby!”
“Shit, I’m near—!”
“They’re totally w-watching us!”
“Good,” he planted a kiss on your lips while thrusting his hips to reach his orgasm, “They should know who you belong to.”
Minus your desperation to have your climax, you kept your face pressed closely on his. Lips brushing, breaths exchanging lascivious moans. You bore your eyes into him, finally having the courage to say the words that you were once scared to say, “I’m in love with you, Satoru.”
The spread of genuine smile on his lips met the bliss that you had in the pit of your stomach. “I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N. I’ve always been.”
Like fireworks exploding on the starless skies, he brought vivid colors to your achromatic world, painting your relationship with the beautiful submission to the idea of mutual trust and commitment.
Satoru was love and you were his life.
“Kenzie, I’m so sorry. You can slap me if that makes it better, I—”
The girl’s countenance was not hostile as you expected. After having seated next to her at the back row of the lecture hall, you didn’t even hesitate at trying to make amends in the middle of the class. She must have heard about yours and Satoru’s relationship by now and you were worried for the after effects that it might lead to.
“Stop saying sorry,” she responded, turning to you with a casual smile. “I’ll get over him. It just didn’t feel like it would work, anyway. I would just come second for him.”
You held your breath as you felt awful withal. “You liked him, though. I feel responsible for your pain.”
You could go on and on or perhaps even write a three-thousand word essay as to why you deserved to hear at least one insult from Kenzie but your roommate was nothing but mature with this whole thing and you certainly could learn from her.
“Y/N,” she spoke, placing a hand on top of yours. “I honestly always felt like I stole him from you so it’s on me. I hurt you more than it hurt me. I don’t want this—him—to get in between our friendship. It’s college, I guess. He’s not the only guy in the world.”
Not only were you thankful for Mackenzie’s understanding nature, you were also highly appreciative of her high regard towards your friendship. You wished you could turn back time and just accepted Satoru’s offer to date back then so she didn’t have to go through their breakup now, but she reassured to you that her time with him was fun while it lasted. She loved, she laughed, she cried, and more importantly, she learned.
You wished more people acted the way she did because you admired her for it.
Satoru deserved a nasty ass beating, on the other hand. Maybe when you two get some time alone, you would surely give him an earful about all the shit he just did but you couldn’t exactly give him a lecturing right now. Not when you were too busy hiding your face behind his arm, clutching his hand tight as you walked across the campus as a couple.
“Why the fuck are you hiding your face?” he asked, amused at your unwillingness to meet other people’s eyes.
“You know what we did in the pool, you jerk.” While you intertwined your fingers together, your heart felt content despite the embarrassment sitting comfortably on your face. You noticed some people glancing at you and Gojou, but there were no malice intended on their gazes. Perhaps you were overthinking this whole thing.
Your boyfriend thought so, too. “They should thank us for giving them a live show, baby.”
“What’s up, sluts!”
The two of you came face to face with a grinning Shoko and Suguru who both took notice of your hand-holding moment in delight. Such supportive friends, but also annoyingly teasing. It was no lie how much you adored both of them, nonetheless. They have always been the first spectators to yours and Satoru’s complex love.
“It’s so nice to see this,” said Ieiri, shaping her hands into a heart which had you smiling in return. “Just don’t make us watch you guys fuck in public again.”
“Oh my God.” You had to cringe as you quickly turned your face on Satoru’s chest, your boyfriend sniggering at your reaction. Being a man, things like that didn’t matter much to him because it was a good stroke to his ego as a matter of fact.
“Did we look hot?” he even asked, for fuck’s sake. Caressing your lower back with his hand. “Someone should have recorded.”
Getou erupted into a guffaw at his best friend’s naughty antics. “You nasty fuck.”
In the long hours of the afternoon, your time was spent under the shade of verdant trees with your closest friends to enjoy the last day of the semester before the holiday break. You and Satoru already had plans to visit each other’s homes to meet your families, getting more and more intimate in this relationship as you learned to open yourself more to him.
Love was never about being perfect, it was the willingness to withstand the bumpy roads that would make things worth it. Just because you didn’t have a successful relationship with Sukuna doesn’t mean you should close yourself from the possibilities of being genuinely loved.
In the end, you still found yourself meeting Satoru in the middle because it was fate’s way to tell you that you should learn to make risks in order to be rewarded with the raptures of true love. You could run a statistic count on how many friends-with-benefits turned lovers ended up successful some other day, but at the rate of yours and Satoru’s passionate feelings for each other, you two surely wouldn’t be stopping now.
Love was a gamble and trust was key. Between you and him, there was the contentment of knowing that you could begin this relationship with all of this in mind.
“We’re so toxic together. God, especially you—you literal asshole. I can’t believe you did those things to make me jealous, Satoru.”
“You said you got over it! Baby, come on. We’re the perfect match—fuck, wait… you had that guy in my bed, too! Don’t try to act clean.”
“That was... whatever. You already punched him twice so we’re even! Let’s not talk about those things.”
“It must feel like lottery to date me, though. I fuck like a god,” Satoru boasted in his smug nature, resting an arm behind your back as you looked at the tranquil skies. His ability to make you laugh with his frolics was one of the things that you adored out of the many.
“I hate you,” you joked in your playful mien.
In reality, it was the opposite of that.
Words needn’t be said. His response, after meeting your lips for a sweet kiss, could already be seen through the gleam in his crystal eyes.
If possible can you answer for gojo, yn, or toji? Any one of the 3 if you feel like it
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
no one has sent this yet, but i’ll do sn!gojo to yn back when they were still married :)
warnings. explicit smut, various kinks, 18+
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
is really into cuddling post-sex. he loves making teasing remarks of how much of a naughty girl you’ve been. he’d also wipe his cum off your body, then let you rest your head on his chest while you two have that pillow talk.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of their’s and also their partner’s)
his back just because he knows it’s broad enough for you to cling to, especially when you’re leaving scratches as he mercilessly pounds into you. on the other hand, what he likes about your body is your chest and shoulder area (specifically your breasts, collarbones, shoulders) because he enjoys leaving hickeys over the said areas.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum)
we all know this mans got a breeding kink lol he’s so aroused by thought of filling you up with his cum—so full of it that it seeps through after he pulls out. but aside from creampie, he also loves spilling his cum all over your face and most definitely when you swallow everything for him like a good girl.
D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
it’s not that much of a secret, but he daydreams about fucking you in certain places or exploring his fantasies to the extreme. like he’d walk into his office and imagine railing you against the window, or fingering you while you’re bent on his car hood. he also tends to imagine how ridiculously hot it would be if only he had the chance to exude more dominance onto you (if you didn’t have angina), like spitting on your mouth or roughly pulling your hair.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he is definitely way more experienced compared to you since he’s your first. gojo has had many flings in the past, even before sera, and most of them had been his fuck buddies or late night booty calls. it’s mostly why he initially has a preference towards experienced women, but this changed after he married you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without a saying. will probably include a visual)
100% always nuts inside while you’re proning onn bed because that’s his favorite position. he wants you laying on your stomach. he likes it because he can go deep, can go fast or slow, it’s intimate, and he can control his hips better. when not in bed though, he likes standing missionary or missionary on top of the counter/table (like in S01E16). what he likes about missionary tho, is that he can see his cock sliding in and out of you. it drives him absolutely crazy especially when he’s balls deep inside.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)
when you two had become more comfortable with each other, he did get a bit more playful. he shows it by teasing you, or making dirty jokes here and there
H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes etc)
on episode 3 of sn, you described him as having really good hygiene and that’s because gojo is well groomed. he is hairless in other parts of his body, but in the pubic region he does have a little bit of hair. they’re mostly thin hair though that you wouldn’t notice from afar and he keeps it that way by regularly trimming.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
excluding the first few chapters of sn, gojo is actually very romantic in bed if he’s doing it with someone he’s deeply in love with. he doesn’t hesitate being vocal about how much he loves you during one of those moments, makes sure you are comfortable everywhere, and keeps your heart in check.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
doesn’t do it a lot when he has the option to do it with you, but whenever he can’t, he jacks off in the shower to satiate his morning hood, or he masturbates before sleeping while looking at your nudes, or watching porn and imagining you in it
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
pretty self explanatory throughout sn: heavy mommy/daddy kink + breeding kink
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
in bed, against the window, on top of the table/counter, in his office (where sachiro was made), and on the tub
M = Motivation (what turns them on, or gets them going)
when he smells your scent after a shower or sees you wrapped in a towel and nothing else. he’s also turned on when he can see your nape, chest, and bare shoulders. your occasional confidence during sex is also what drives him absolutely crazy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
the thought of a threesome and allowing another guy to fuck his wife. just no. his possessiveness will go on full force. but other than that, he doesn’t like it if he can’t hear your moans. not that you should fake it, but he’d definitely hate it if you tried to silent your moans while he’s doing his best to make you feel good.
O = Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skills)
he’s more of a receiver and i think that’s very sn!gojo lmao but he really enjoys receiving blowjobs from you. most of the foreplay is him making you suck his dick until you’d gag on it. when it’s his time to eat you out, his skills are crazy good. he knows where to put his tongue, he knows which places feel good, he remembers how your pussy reacts when he’s kissing it.
P = Pace (are they fast or rough? slow or sensual)
it depends on the mood/atmosphere because most of the time, he prefers fast and rough, but with your heart condition, he eventually learned to be more slow and sensual
Q = Quickie (opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often etc)
he is without a doubt happy with quickies whenever you’re too busy to have proper sex. you two had a couple of quickies in sn and that speaks for itself. sometimes a quick one is better than none.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks etc)
doubtful. he dreams about doing certain things, but never really has the balls to do it especially when he knows you wouldn’t enjoy them either way.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
gojo can go 3-4 rounds with at least 15-20 mins rest in between (but you didn’t get to have that much marathon sex sadly). he lasts quite a while—not too fast, not too long either. somewhere in between.
T = Toys (do they use toys? on a partner or themselves?)
both of you don’t own or use one. not much of a big deal because he’s also not interested in them.
U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease)
very much. just the look of shyness/embarrassment on his wife’s face makes things more enjoyable.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
his voice gets deeper and raspier than usual. is very loud and vocal, curses a lot, often grunts when you’re clenching around his cock.
W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon about a character of your choice)
before his marriage, he would wear condoms every time he’d have sex with someone. he only stopped it when he started doing it with his own wife, and that’s kinda when he discovered his breeding kink.
X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
“does he tell her loves her while he’s buried seven inches deep?”
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
9/10 always horny when he’s not too stressed with his life. asks for sex at least four-five times a week (excluding your high sex drive during pregnancy). he’s needier than you, but are we surprised? lol
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
very quick when he’s really exhausted. he might fall asleep within mins after he’s had his release, particularly on multiple rounds or one long session.
welcome to the annual fraternity rush! are you ready to party all night and meet the most attractive frat brothers and srat sisters around the campus?
HOUSE RULES & RUSHEE INFORMATION.
all rushees must be strictly 18+ only, minors dni
please contact the chapter president (@saintobio) with the hq / jjk frat boy or srat girl of your choice. all fraternities and sororities are grouped accordingly.
one blog per character only. threesomes and gangbangs are accepted in all houses.
smut with or without plot and dc are accepted. tags and warnings must be labeled accordingly.
can be written in any form (hc or oneshot)
fanarts are also accepted
kindly tag me so i can reblog. you may use the hashtags #hq.fratboys or #jjk.fratboys
deadline is until 31st Aug (bid day!)
if this flops, atsumu will haze yall 😣
// HAIKYUU FRAT ROW //
SIGMA ZETA (ΣΖ) : msby
bros before hoes — me (sakusa, bokuto, atsumu, hinata)
KAPPA THETA XI (ΚΘΞ) : seijoh
movie star — @iwas-baby (iwaizumi hajime)
punish you — @beelzen (hanamaki takahiro)
matsukawa issei — @444tsumu
iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru (fanart) — by anon01
SIGMA ALPHA OMICRON (ΣΑΟ) : inarizaki
give and take — @inarizahki (kita shinsuke)
ojiro aran — @suedebunn
miya osamu — @tojidreams
miya atsumu — @liaslight
cigarettes after sex — @https-inarizaki (suna rintarou)
UPSILON PSI (ΥΨ) : itachiyama
kiyoomi sakusa — @pissei
IOTA DELTA GAMMA (ΙΔΓ): shiratorizawa
semi eita — @reiomi
PHI ETA (ΦΗ) : karasuno
tsukishima kei — @iznui
coin — @sukxma (sugawara koushi)
THETA RHO OMEGA (ΘΡΩ) : fukurodani
ripe for the picking — @hornime (akaashi keiji)
LAMBDA XI (ΛΞ) : tag teams
atsumu, kita, suna — @haikyutiehoe
tsukishima, kuroo, bokuto — @katboykiyo
sharing is caring — @semisgroupie (nishinoya yuu, tanaka ryunosuke)
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// JJK FRAT ROW //
ALPHA ZETA PHI (ΑΖΦ) : gojou / okkotsu
i hate you, i love you — me (gojou satoru)
medicine — @slxtte (okkotsu yuuta)
BETA PI EPSILON (ΒΠΕ) : zen’in / fushiguro
fushiguro megumi — @nanikoreeeh
OMEGA LAMBDA (ΩΛ) : kamo / choso
on the sacred bonds of brotherhood — @lovesakusa (choso)
GAMMA TAU RHO (ΓΤΡ) : others
todou, itadori — @delirieum
the bet — @godbaji (getou suguru)
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[writing accurate descriptions of the greek life is not required but highly appreciated whenever possible. you can simply use ie. frat boy!atsumu in a party + the smut scene as long as it’s a college au. you are also welcome to check the frat terminologies should you need it as a guide]
Thinking about fooling around with Osamu nii san behind closed doors, some late night kitchen visits for “water” while everyone is sleeping. Atsumu starts to notice you both head down for a drink the same time every night and he decides to follow, only to see you, breasts pressing against the fridge with your mouth covered by Osamu’s hand while he ruts into you from behind.
OKAYOKAYOFUCKINGKAY THIS MADE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS BC ??? OSAMU-NII 😫
It’s usually when everyone has fallen asleep when you come down to the kitchen to grab a drink, only to see Osamu already leaning at the kitchen island waiting for you at your usual rendezvous. He watches you bend over to pick up whatever you’re searching for in the fridge and he’s not one to shy away from the playful butt grabs and naughty tugs on your silk shorts.
What a naughty girl, he often whispers to your ear. His warm breath always leaves shivers to your spine as he presses you against the counter, touching you in places he has always wanted to. He doesn’t forget how you came out of the shower this morning with only a towel wrapped around your naked body and the image lingered in his mind for the rest of the day, wanting nothing but to finally have his way with you when nobody’s looking.
Or so he thinks.
Because when Atsumu gets a little suspicious that night, he follows you down the stairs to see what business you’re up to. Osamu hasn’t gone back to their bunk bed for a few minutes now. The reason? There, in the kitchen, having you pressed against the fridge as he’s positioning himself at your entrance.
“Nii-chan!”
“Shh. Don’t wanna get caught, right?”
Atsumu’s mouth has long fallen agape at the sight of his twin brother raw-dogging their little sister like the nasty fuck he is. None of you notice him standing at the corner, too enamored by each other’s arousal to even care about anything else. Your whimpers are restrained by Osamu’s palm that covered your mouth as he thrusts his hips harder and harder each time. He’s letting out his own silent grunts, squeezing your breast with his other free hand while your walls are clamping around his cock to milk him of his warm cum.
At some point, you’ve become a rag doll and your legs are ridiculously shaking. Osamu pulls you by your jaw to give you soft, sloppy kisses before his pace becomes unsteady. He’s released too much of his seed again. And Atsumu is hiding in the shadows thinking what the fuck is he actually seeing? How long has this been going on?
He doesn’t stay to watch you two fixing your clothes as if nothing happened because the blond twin is already back in their room, pretending to be fast asleep. Osamu soon comes back to climb on his bed, unknown to the fact that Atsumu’s palming his hardened shaft while recalling the earlier events in his head. Before he knows it, the bands of his boxers are now resting mid-thigh so he can freely pump his throbbing cock, thinking of how good it must be to have your tight walls wrapped around his girth.
Atsumu remembers those innocent eyes that you gave Osamu while he’s pounding behind you like an animal in heat. “Nii-chan, m-more,” he recalls your moans so vividly in his head. Fuck, fuck. That must be so good. He can’t help but feel a tad bit envious that Osamu gets to be inside your warm pussy.
And, goddamn, he doesn’t even realize the sounds he’s making as he finishes jerking off, later hearing Osamu speak from above his bed.
“You know you can just join us next time, ‘Tsumu.”
