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｡✧mean!nerdjo punishing his even meaner girlfriend! ✧｡

Summary: You've been secretly dating geeky Satoru Gojo for three months now, playing up your mean-girl act towards him just to keep your peers unassuming. This was simply unacceptable, and you'll have to make it up to your boyfriend in the best way you could

Content warning: porn w/almost 0 plot, nerd!jo x mean-girl!reader, kinda bratty reader, m!recieving oral, fingering, deepthroating, degrading, missionary, rough sex, light bondage (wrist-pinning,) secret relationship, m!dom, sub!reader

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Who the fuck did this dork think he was?!

Satoru Gojo’s grip tightened in your hair, yanking your head forward as he drove his hips up, forcing his cock deep into your throat. You gagged hard, the thick shaft stretching your glossy lips wide. Saliva dripping down your chin while his heavy balls slapped against your skin with each rough thrust. It wasn't some gentle blowjob you were giving him.

No, Satoru was fucking your face like he owned it. All that anger from earlier boiling over into vulgar domination. Tears blurred your vision, but you still took his length perfectly. and sucking as best you could around the invasion.

“Say y're sorry,” he growled, voice thick as he began pulling back just enough for you to breathe before slamming in again. “Apologize properly! Fucking your throat while you apologize to me? Y’have zero decorum!”

The words came out garbled, your mouth full. “Mmph..I'm... sorry. T-Toru, please...” He just laughed instead of any sense of sympathy you were expecting. Thrusting faster as his free hand clamped down on your shoulder to keep you steady on your knees.

The dorm room reeked of his body spray mixed with precum. Posters of old mecha-animes peeling at the edges on the walls and empty Monster cans cluttering his desk. His laptop hummed softly in the corner. Probably still open to some physics sim or Digimon wiki. But none of that mattered right now. This was the real Satoru. The one hidden behind the awkward nerd facade everyone at college knew.

｡✧ hubby!toru tries to knock you up✧｡

Summary: You’ve been in love with Satoru Gojo for years. Five of them as his wife, and three of them you spent with your beautiful daughter Lately though, you’ve been suffering from baby fever. When you finally admit your desire for another child, Satoru wastes no time sweeping you off to the bedroom. More than eager to make it happen.

Content Warnings: porn w/no plot, cowgirl, mating press, missionary, dom!gojo, sub!reader, HEAVY breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex (p in v,) multiple creampies, multiple rounds, toru js loves u sooo much

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The soft hum of the dishwasher filled the kitchen as you wiped down the counters. The scent of lemon cleaner mixed with the faint aroma of your daughter Kyoko's storybooks still lingered in the air. Speaking of which the three-year-old was finally asleep upstairs. Her little chest rose and fell under the glow of her nightlight.

Life felt perfect. Satoru Gojo, your husband of five years, the man who could still make your heart race with a single grin, and your beautiful baby girl who made everything whole.

Lately, though, a quiet ache had settled in your chest. Baby fever. It crept in after endless streams of adorable videos online, after wandering through store aisles overflowing with tiny, irresistible clothes, after moments spent watching Kyoko play on her own. You found yourself wanting another child, someone for her to laugh with, to grow up beside.

But Satoru had said it so many times. The three of you were his world, perfect just the way you were. And every time you thought about bringing it up, your stomach twisted at the thought.

What if he thought you were ungrateful?

｡✧ finding icky!nerdjo with your missing panties✧｡

Summary: Satoru Gojo ever since starting university has been your nerdy roommate bff who folds your laundry, cuddles you during movie nights, and keeps to himself. Never asking for anything. But behind closed doors he’s been hopelessly in love with you since childhood. The last thing he expected was for that illusion to be shattered when you catch him gagging himself with your panties!

Content warning: porn w/no plot, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking tendencies, voyeuristic thoughts, masturbation, panty theft, s*kuna, jealousy, emotional manipulation, oral (fem!recieving,) friends to lovers, roommates to lovers

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Satoru Gojo was the kind of guy who blended into the background. At nineteen, in your little shared apartment, he was the epitome of the nerdy roommate. Blocky glasses perpetually slipping down his nose, messy white hair that he never bothered to style, and a wardrobe full of hoodies, jeans, and graphic t-shirts he often layered over a long-sleeved undershirt. But beneath his unassuming exterior, Satoru was harboring a bottomless desire for you. Ever since first grade, when you'd plopped down next to him on the playground sandbox and declared him your best friend, you had effectively won over his entire being.

You'd grown up together, inseparable through elementary school awkwardness and the chaos of high school. While you blossomed into the popular girl everyone wanted cheer squad captain one semester, marching band the next, Satoru stayed in the shadows, content with stolen glances and the warmth of your casual affections. You'd kiss his cheek goodbye after sleepovers at his family's place and curled up against him during movie nights. His mom adored you, calling you the daughter she never had, baking cookies for your visits. As for Satoru himself, he loved you in a way that twisted his guts, obsessive, all-consuming, the kind of love that made him ache at night.

｡✧ satoru gojo loves sucking your strap ✧｡

Summary: Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, hides a dirty secret behind that perfect smile and marriage of his. He loves to be dominated by his unassumingly sweet wife. Tonight he’s more desperate than ever for his wife to fuck him. But when you tell him he has to suck your strap first, his pride crumbles as fast as he drops to his knees.

Content warning: Dom!reader (implied to be femme,) sub!gojo, pegging, oral stimulation, dual stimulation (anal/handjob,) mommy kink, kinda rough, toru is down BADDD

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Satoru Gojo had a secret nobody would ever guess.

Everyone thinks his wife is gentle and sweet. After all, you’re the kind of woman who smiles at strangers, smooths Satoru’s collar in public. You holds his hand as if adorably enough you couldn’t resist to not feel the warmth of his touch even for a second. Everyone assumes you’re calm, everyone knows you’re quiet compared to your husband. And everyone who’d met you was familiar with how nurturing your presence was.

That’s exactly why nobody would expect how behind that serene smile, you‘d always been a total dom. The same woman who seems bashful and quiet in public can bring the strongest sorcerer down into a whimpering mess.

Case Closed Masterlist (18+)

Content Warnings: stalking, growing yandere behavior, age gap (reader is 25, hiromi is 36,) power imbalance, masturbation, fingering, missionary, slight size kink, exhibitionism (fingering in taxi,) chapter 1: Disciplined and undefeated defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma finds his control slipping as he develops an unwanted but increasingly intense attraction to you, a talented trainee working under him. Unbeknownst to him, you have spent years obsessively studying and stalking him, carefully orchestrating every interaction to capture his attention and his heart.

chapter 2: Your friends force you out for a night at a club despite your initial refusal, and you unexpectedly encounter Hiromi Higuruma, who is drawn to you despite his professional restraint. The night escalates from teasing conversation to intense, intimate kissing, as both of you give in to long-suppressed desire while navigating the dangerous thrill of breaking all boundaries. chapter 3: Your efforts to charm the formidable attorney Hiromi Higuruma have finally paid off. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that the night ahead won’t just be memorable. It will be intense, consuming, and far more passionate than he ever anticipated

｡✧ Case Closed ✧｡

Summary: Disciplined and undefeated defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma finds his control slipping as he develops an unwanted but increasingly intense attraction to you, a talented trainee working under him. Unbeknownst to him, you have spent years obsessively studying and stalking him, carefully orchestrating every interaction to capture his attention and weaken his restraint.

Content Warnings: stalking, growing yandere behavior, age gap (reader is 25, hiromi is 36) power imbalance, references to masturbation

Chapter One:

Hiromi Higuruma had always believed that justice was something real. Not an abstract concept people clung to when it suited them, but something tangible. Something that could be shaped, sharpened, and forced into existence through sheer will and precision. It was the one thing in his life that had always made sense.

At thirty-six, he had built a reputation that most lawyers would kill for. He was feared in court, respected in the firm, and known for winning cases that should have been impossible. People trusted him with their lives, their futures, their last chances. He delivered results. Every time.

It should have been enough.

For a long time, it was.

Until recently.

Until you.

The change had not come all at once. That would have been easier to handle. Easier to shut down. Instead, it crept in quietly, disguising itself as routine. A greeting at his door every morning, your voice soft but clear as you announced your presence. The faint scent of your perfume lingering just long enough to be noticed but never long enough to be inappropriate. A cup of coffee placed on his desk, always exactly how he liked it.

That last part bothered him more than anything. He had never told you how he took his coffee.

Yet you knew.

Hiromi sat in his office, fingers pressed lightly against his temple as he exhaled. The room was silent, but his thoughts refused to be. They circled back to you again and again, no matter how many times he forced himself to focus on work instead. It was irritating. No, it was worse than that. It was dangerous.

Because you had done nothing wrong.

You were professional. Efficient. Composed. You carried yourself with a quiet confidence that made it impossible to dismiss you as just another trainee. If anything, you were better than most of the junior attorneys he had worked with over the years. That should have been the end of it, it was not.

He noticed things he should not notice. The way your clothes fit you with deliberate precision. Your pencil skirts were tailored just enough to follow the curve of your ass without crossing into anything that could be called inappropriate by management. Your blouses were clean and structured, but the neckline dipped just slightly, just enough to draw him to the curve of your breasts before he forced himself to look away.

It made his jaw tighten every time he caught himself looking.

He was not that kind of man. He refused to be.

You worked under him. That fact alone should have killed whatever this was before it even had the chance to exist. It should have made it easy to ignore the subtle heat that crept under his skin whenever you stood a little too close or spoke a little too softly.

It did not.

“Higuruma-san?”

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, closer than before. He straightened immediately, every trace of distraction buried beneath practiced composure.

“Come in.”

The door slid open, and you stepped inside as if you belonged there. Calm, collected, perfectly put together. You closed the door behind you with quiet care, a file held neatly in your hands.

“I reviewed the case notes,” you said, walking toward his desk. “There are inconsistencies in the witness testimony. I marked them for you.”

You placed the file down in front of him, your fingers brushing the surface of his desk for just a moment longer than necessary. It was subtle. Almost nothing. But he still noticed.

His gaze dropped for a fraction of a second before snapping back up to your face. “Explain.”

You did not hesitate. You never did. Your voice was steady as you broke everything down, your reasoning sharp and precise. You spoke with a confidence that did not ask for approval, only acknowledgment. It was infuriating how easily you held his attention, how naturally you matched his pace.

You were good. Too good.

“…and if we approach it from that angle,” you finished, tilting your head slightly, “we can dismantle their argument before they have a chance to recover.”

Hiromi leaned back slightly, studying you in silence. For a moment, the room felt smaller. Tighter. His attention sharpened in a way that had nothing to do with the case file sitting between you.

Because you were not looking at the file anymore.

You were looking at him.

There was something in your expression that did not belong in a professional setting. Something patient. Something deliberate. Oh God, Your lips parted. He could only fantasize what it’d be like to have your plump lips just suffocating his cock. It was making his pants feel a whole lot tighter

“…Good work,” he said finally, his voice even.

Your lips curved into a smile that felt just a little too pleased for simple praise. “Thank you, Higuruma-san.”

You did not leave right away. Of course you didn’t. You stood there, just long enough for the silence to stretch, just long enough for the air between you to grow heavier.

Hiromi became acutely aware of the space between your bodies. Too close to ignore. Too far to justify stepping back. His fingers curled slightly against the arm of his chair, tension settling into his frame in a way he did not like.

He broke the moment first. “You can return to your duties.”

“Of course.”

You turned, walking toward the door, your movements unhurried. Right before you stepped out, you paused. When you glanced back at him, your eyes held his for just a second longer than necessary.

That same look.

That same quiet knowing.

Then you were gone.

The door clicked shut behind you, leaving the office in silence once again.

Hiromi exhaled sharply, dragging his hands down his face. This was getting out of hand. He could feel it in the way his thoughts lingered on you longer than they should, in the way his body reacted before his mind could shut it down. It was a problem he needed to fix before it escalated into something irreversible.

Because if he was honest with himself, the tension was no longer avoidable with assigning extra tasks or replying coldly. That made it far more dangerous than he was willing to admit.

When it came to you however, you had already noticed.

From the moment you stepped out of his office, your composure remained perfectly intact, but your thoughts were anything but calm. A thrill settled under your skin, warm and addictive, curling deeper every time you replayed the way he had looked at you.

The restraint.

The tension.

The way he forced himself to stay composed when it was becoming increasingly obvious that it was getting harder for him.

You liked that.

No, you loved it.

Because Hiromi Higuruma was a man built on control. Every movement, every word, every decision he made was deliberate. He carried himself like someone who could not be shaken.

And yet you were shaking him.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Exactly as you intended.

This was never accidental.

Not the coffee. Not the clothes. Not the way you timed your interactions so they lingered just enough to leave an impression. You had spent too long learning him to leave anything to chance.

Two years of watching. Listening. Memorizing, and it was only your first year on the job.

It had started with his voice, echoing through recordings of past case you were interested in. It was deep, cutting, controlled in a way that made your chest tighten the first time you heard it. You had replayed those recordings more times than you could count, letting his voice sink into you until it felt familiar. Until it felt like something you needed.

That need had only grown and before you knew it, you treated that shit like fucking nsfw asmr. Sleepless nights that everyone had been praising you for, saying your daytime exhaustion was from hard work. No, it was from riding your dildo as you listened to Hiromi object in court.

That evening, your apartment welcomed you with silence. Just as it always did. You slipped inside, locking the door behind you before heading straight to your room. There was no hesitation in your movements, no wasted time.

You went straight to the box.

Your fingers brushed over the lid before you lifted it, revealing everything you had collected. Small things, meaningless to anyone else. A napkin he used to dab his face, a pen that had the pleasure of feeling his fingers grip, a strand of hair, copies of his work, and Photographs.

So many photographs.

You picked one up carefully, your thumb brushing over the image. Him standing outside his apartment, unaware of the way your gaze had followed him from a distance. Another one, taken from a higher angle. From the tree.

Your spot.

A quiet laugh slipped from your lips as you leaned back slightly, the photo still in your hand. “You really should be more careful, baby” you murmured, your voice soft with something that almost sounded like affection. It was in your eyes after all.

You knew everything about him. His routines, his habits, the subtle shifts in his expression when he was tired or irritated. You knew where he lived, when he came home, which window belonged to his bedroom. You knew him in ways no one else did.

And now, finally, he was starting to notice you.

Not fully. Not yet.

But enough.

Your lips curved slowly as you brought the photograph closer, your gaze lingering on his face. “You’re trying so hard,” you whispered, your tone soft, sympathetic even.

It would not be enough.

Because no matter how much he tried to maintain control, you could already see the cracks forming. You had put them there. Carefully. Patiently.

And soon, those cracks would deepen.

Hiromi Higuruma thought he was in control.

You knew better.

And you were going to make sure he realized it too.

big disclaimer!!! I don’t have much of an idea of how being a lawyer/attorney works. Or anything that has to do with trials aside from watching Attorney Woo-Young Woo so I really hope any inaccuracies don’t pull you away from the story <3