starring: fratboy!gojo x nerd!reader
warning: cunnilingus, fingering, virgin!reader, experienced!gojo, dacryphilia, mating press, orgasm denial, implied cowgirl
peachy's yap: can you tell i have a current gojo hyperfixation... ahem moving along
fratboy!gojo knew from the day he joined his frat that he would date some sorority girl. it was one of the many reasons he joined. he pulled a couple, but none of them compared to you.
fratboy!gojo denied himself attraction to you time and time again, yet somehow he found himself bullying the poor nerd. he knew at the fossil age of 22 he was too old to be bullying you, but he didn't care.
fratboy!gojo carried out his sick plan by asking you to tutor him, knowing he didn’t need the help, purposely failing your shared class to make it realistic, even pretending to sleep in class to make his grade reflect his actions.
“please, sweets? i’ll be a good student,” he pleaded, giving you a sweet look with those pouty blue eyes. you told him to never call you “sweets” again, but of course, he didn’t listen.
fratboy!gojo always said the sweetest of things, telling you how pretty you were or how adorable you looked while grading his work. you weren’t easy, but gojo was enticing. he made you feel wanted and pretty, something a nerd like you has never experienced.
fratboy!gojo‘s plan finally worked when he got the shy nerd to spread her pretty legs for him. stuffing you with two of his fingers was all that was needed to make a virgin like you fall in love.
fratboy!gojo was training you to be his perfect slut, stretching you every day to take his girthy cock, training your throat to take all 9 inches of him without struggling. he felt you were closer and closer to going all the way.
fratboy!gojo and you spent almost every day together. you were almost certain you guys were soon to be a couple. you excitedly climbed the stairs of the frat house, knocking on the door. toji and geto answered, giving each other knowing glances.
“hey, y/n, were you supposed to be here today?” geto asked, not even opening the door to let you in.
“uh… yeah? we meet every monday, wednesday, and friday,” you said, but at the same time, a girl walked down the stairs, hair disheveled, mascara running down her face, and her eyes bloodshot red. it was nothing new, probably a new girl sukuna was fucking.
“um,” toji hummed, looking behind him, but nothing could have prepared you for what the girl would say.
“i’ll be back tomorrow, toru!” she yelled up the stairs. toji and geto just looked at you. your heart was beating a mile a minute, and the only thing going through your mind was to run away. so that’s what you did.
fratboy!gojo knew he fucked up. the girl shouldn’t have been in his room in the first place. he tried to get in contact with you, but all roads led to nowhere. you blocked him everywhere, even your school groupme.
fratboy!gojo sat alone at the party, sipping on juice, not in the mood to drink. his already dampened mood was worsened by seeing your friends walk in, instantly making him think of you.
fratboy!gojo was shocked to see you at a party, living it up in your little dress, laughing with your friends, getting hit on by some loser jock. he could barely take it.
fratboy!gojo stormed in your direction, planning to make you listen to him. once he stood in front of you, he grabbed your hand, dragging you to the kitchen.
“let go of me!” you yelled, yanking your hand away from his. “go talk to your other fuck buddy and leave me alone!” you spat, and he just looked at you with a frown.
“that’s what i wanted to tell you! fuck! she’s an old fling that randomly showed up,” he said, and your arms were crossed, not believing his story for a second. “she was screaming and crying and pulling at her hair on my floor. she said she was coming tomorrow to beg again.”
fratboy!gojo pleaded, hoping you would hear him out. of course, your face showed your displeasure. “please, i’ll do anything, i’ll say anything,” he whined, grabbing both of your hands.
“that’s not enough.” you shake your head, not knowing if you even wanted to deal with some popular frat guy. he was popular, and things like this were bound to happen.
“i’ll let you eat all the kikufuku i have left!” he pleaded, and you frowned, not impressed. “or i could prove it to you.” you hated how sweet he sounded when he really meant it, or how hot he sounded when he begged.
“prove it to me how?” you asked, not knowing what you got yourself into.
fratboy!gojo took you upstairs to his room. your heart was beating as you both got inside, and he locked the door. you were nervous, your hands simply sweating from being in his presence.
before you knew it, you were holding your legs up as they shook from the immense pleasure. he was eating you out like a starved man, two fingers thrusting into you like his life depended on it.
“you taste so good, sweets,” he mumbled against your cunt, face soaked in your juices, and you moaned from the vibrations.
“i told you… nghh… not to call me that,” you choked out halfway as a moan, and he just laughed at your lame attempt to speak.
fratboy!gojo’s bulge was painfully pushing against his jeans. the only way to soothe the pain was to rut against the bed as he lapped at your juices.
“toru… m’ready,” you said shyly, and he lifted his face away from your swollen and drenched lower lips. he tilted his head to the side in confusion, wondering what you could possibly mean.
“ready for what?”
“to lose my virginity.”
fratboy!gojo had to curb his excitement, stopping himself from practically jumping up and down. he was a gentleman, but he had his needs, and he needed you.
fratboy!gojo wasted no time pulling down his jeans and boxers in one go, not even bothering to take them around from his ankles. he settled for just shuffling over to you and climbing onto the bed.
“you don't know how bad i’ve been wanting to do this,” he whispered in your ear, lining up his leaky tip with your cunt.
“show me, toru, show me how bad,” you said, unknowingly seducing him and putting him in your trance. he pushed into you with a choppy moan, feeling like he was going to cum then and there.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he choked out. if it were any quieter, you wouldn’t have heard it. your eyes were tearing up from the pain, and he kissed away your tears. “i know… it’ll get better soon.”
fratboy!gojo discovered a new kink, dacryphilia. each tear that fell from your eyes made his cock swell in you. he hated it; he hated that he was getting off on your pain. “let me know when to move?”
“m… move,” you stuttered, and he listened, thrusting his hips as soon as the word left your mouth. your mouth fell open in pleasure as gojo’s hips slapped into yours at an overwhelming speed. “fffffuck, toru, it’s too much.”
fratboy!gojo smirked when your hands reached down to stop him. he caught both wrists easily, holding them together in one hand like reins, using the grip to pull you back as he fucked you harder.
“you can take it, baby, i know you can,” he cooed mockingly as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. he was fucking you so good, and you couldn’t take it anymore. your pussy was squelching from your leaking juices.
fratboy!gojo couldn’t take his eyes off where the two of you met. he was mesmerized by the way your slick coated him and how you sucked him in effortlessly.
fratboy!gojo had you in a mating press fucking into you like the sex deprived man he was. your feet almost touched the mattress behind you from how firm he was pushing your legs back.
fratboy!gojo was so focused, he didn’t notice your face, which was practically telling him you were on the edge.
“m’cumming!” you yelled, and he stilled in you, giving you that sly smile that you hated so, so much.
“not without me,” he said, tilting his head as you whined from the lack of movement. “you can only cum if you be a good girl and work for it yourself.” he smirked, pulling out of you and lying on his back.
fratboy!gojo might be a piece of work, but he made every orgasm worth it.
content warning: freaky deaky choso per usual, standing, exhibitionism, size difference, big ole meanie sukuna, backshots, degradation, praise, famous cocky gojo, second hand embarrassment warning (i cringed), milking, handjob, old soul nanami, praise, missionary, cunnilingus, jealous toji, angry sex, spooning, choking, super slutty geto, gagging, orgasm denial, cum eating
peachy's yap: do y'all like these type of post for my lil ideas that i could see them all in? i was thinking about doing them all as nerds :P
NSFW BELOW
CHOSO .ᐟ
he's defffff the one whose shy and doesn't show his face if you're not with him. he doesn't even like to stop when he's on his bike. girls flocking over asking what kind of bike it is. he would just smile at them and pray they would leave him alone.
but if you were with him???? oh yeah he'd be a fucking show off doing shit he'd never do alone. stopping everywhere so you could get a better look at him in his slutty black compression shirt. going too fast to scare you then console you in a big bad wolf boyfriend typa way.
or when you both go out on a late night ride and he pulls into an eerily empty parking garage. you get scared and ask him 'are you here to kill me'. to which he responds 'if i wanted to kill you i would have done that a long time ago.' but it was worse than death worse than what you could have imagined.
he would fuck you on his bike in PUBLIC. titties hanging out of your shirt bouncing with every rough thrust he gave you. it was embarrassing being fucked out in public where anyone could see. did i mention you're in a parking garage of a mall. there was surely cameras but choso didn't care he just needed to feel you.
your hard nipples pressed against his back the whole ride. he was taking it out on your poor pussy. you knew he loved your titties, you knew he was an tits man and you still came out with no bra. your hands pushed at his midriff that was now showing since the bottom hem of his shirt was inbetween his teeth.
his large veiny hands gripping your waist forgetting about the bike. he picked you up and began to fuck you while he stood. your wet pussy staining his pants but of course he didn't care. and after you came all over his dick you got on your knees like the good slut you were. sucking him off the rest of the way until he painted your face white with his warm milky cum.
SUKUNA .ᐟ
now sukuna? he was the reckless one swerving in and out of cars. he's got into so many accidents your not even sure how he's still alive. it got to the point that you started hiding his keys around the house so he would settle for taking his car. but today he wanted to ride his bike and he was turning the house upside DOWN about them keys.
your closet looked like a tornado went through it, everything was off the hangers and shoes were thrown out. if you didn't know any better you'd think a nic fein was looking for their vape. you were fed up with his obsession to the bike that you confronted him. yelling out his name and stomping down the stairs.
you demanded he tell you why this bike why such a big deal. he rolled his eyes ignoring you as he searched through the kitchen drawers for the keys. you got in his face yelling at him about how dangerous he was. telling him if he maybe didn't hurt himself everytime he rode the bike you wouldn't care.
when sukuna finally did answer it was with a scoff telling you to just give him the keys. then you broke sukuna's only rule for you, which was surprising since he was a stickler for rules. you cussed at him, which you both promised you would never do to each other. you just got angry and yelled 'don't worry about those fucking keys and answer my damn question'.
you were even silent after your outburst it only made sukuna chuckle darkly. he gave you the only punishment he knew would straighten you up. backshots. not just any backshots, merciless, relentless, never ending, sheet gripping backshots. calling you every name in the degradation book as he gripped your wrist behind your back.
fucking his big dick into your needy cunt your pussy squelching as he called you his bitch, slut, whore, and even his fuck toy. he was pissed that you broke his one and only rule. but after you finished and he bred your sweet pussy he held you praising about how well you did. rubbing your sore muscles, the massage almost as orgasmic as the sex you had before. key word: almost.
TOJI .ᐟ
NOW THIS PIECE OF SHIT would say you can't backpack with him. hell no, no way. say he gets hot or your arms around his waist made him feel like a pussy. so he gave you two options either learn how to ride or miss out.
toji FULLY expected you to miss out since you were even too scared to drive your car. but you proved him wrong by telling him you wanted to learn. and he taught you plus your big brother added in some extra lessons teaching you how to be better than toji, specifically. after learning for a year you finally got your license a week before your birthday.
so what did toji do? he bought you a bike, a black one identical to his only different was that yours had subtle girlie decorations. and since you had your own bike you both went out, a lot. but it did not go how toji planned AT ALL.
the men were flocking towards you telling you how attractive it was to see a biker girl. coming over and asking for your number, instagram, snapchat anything they could scrape up. your answer was the same 'nah i have a boyfriend, oh here he comes!'
but as days, weeks, and months went by toji was getting fed up with the men flirting with you. toji didn't want to take it out them he had to seem like a level headed boyfriend. infront of the guys of course, sitting behind you all nonchalant.
but when you got home? he took that anger out on your poor poor pussy. you were laying down expecting to go to sleep until toji got behind you his heavy cock pressed against your ass. whispering in your ear how angry it made him when all the guys lusted over you.
telling you it wasn't your fault and that you were such a good girl for him. you thought to yourself if that was the case why was he fucking you like this. one of your legs lifted and his thick cock stretching you out.
his hips snapped into yours quickly his hands wrapped your throat. he loved the way your moans were broken up by hiccups. the way tears poured out of your eyes from pleasure. he apologized for being a possessive boyfriend all while he fucked you silly.
GETO .ᐟ
he's slutty... but he's not like gojo being cocky and attention seeking. no he's a fucking show off becaus he wants to turn you on. coming out in the TIGHTEST compression shirt he could find. tattoos on full display even the one of your name on his neck.
you'd pout saying you wanted to wear sluttly clothes like him. but he'd be damned if he let you get hurt or scrapped up. so now he had you covered head to toe trying to secure your helmet. you closed his visor messing with him liking when he was mad.
he grabbed your neck squeezing lighting pulling you closer to him. telling you to chill out in his deep sexy voice that turned you on. you both rode around but you were getting bored ready to go home and FUCK. yeah... you could admit you were ready to turn around and go home to get fucked.
playing with him some more you squeezed his man boobies. you did it often so he wasn't surprised but did he like it? no. actually you usually got the same sexy angry tone you got earlier. but this time geto was quiet, not saying anything. he didn't even attempt to move your hands from his pecs.
and silly you, you thought you were off the hook. rubbing his thighs even grazing your acrylic nails over his print. you felt him get hard under your hands. yet again he said nothing nor moving your hands.
off the hook? yeah fucking right, this nigga would have you ass up face down looking into the mirror next to your bed. forcing you to watch yourself get fucked like a toy. you would be screaming loud if you weren't gagged by your panties that geto shoved into your mouth.
and don't even THINK about pushing him or trying to run. your hands were behind your back both of your hands being held by just one of geto's. he had came 2 times and was still making you hold yours.
he didnt want to deny you of an orgasm but you wouldn't apologize. that was all he wanted and he kept telling you that but you didn't care. you weren't sorry, this is what you wanted... well to an extent.
he kept fucking you as tears poured out of your eyes. he kept repeating the same thing 'just apologize and you can cum baby'. he was overstimulated and was ready to stop. but as much as you wanted to cum you wanted geto to tap out first.
unfortunately that wasn't the case, your needy pussy was fluttering around his cock. you were about to cum and you really couldn't hold it this time. so you apologized and as soon as you did he tells you to cum.
your body twitch ass you squirted and soaked the bed. geto pulled out of you telling you to turn around and he came in your mouth as you swallowed all his cum. from that day forward you never purposely aggravated geto AGAIN.
NANAMI .ᐟ
okay here's the gag... he has a harley. yes, a harley. although you both were only in your 20s you had old souls. nanami is def the type to take you to hot august nights an old school car show. you two had been together for years and he'd always had the harley. it was his baby after you of course. okay but hear me out?
you'd get on his harley and take the 20 minute ride to downtown. you'd both sit on his bike watching the cars ride by. eating food and sipping on a lil drank only you though because nanami had to get you both back.
you'd both crack jokes, people watch, and even judge someone else's harley here and there. you were just a old head ass couple doing old head couple shit. until you got a little too tipsy and were ready to go home. he was getting a bit tired too so he agreed to take you home.
and when he did you were on his ass like white on rice practically begging him to please you. although he was tired and was ready for bed he couldn't resist giving you what you wanted. so he ate your dripping wet pussy running his tongue up and down your folds.
he even fingered your pussy while he ate you helping your orgasm come upon you faster. but while doing all this he found himself getting hard. his hips ground against the bed as he indulged in the sweet taste of your cunt.
after he made you cum for the first time he gave in and ended up just fucking you. stuffing you full of him giving you long and slow thrust that surprisingly was enough for you. you both made love that night and you couldn't have asked for anything better.
GOJO .ᐟ
i have no doubt he's the cockiest mf who has a bike. he'd post at least 3 biker thirst traps A DAY to his mainly female fanbase. women fangirling over him in the comments even 50 year old ladies saying if only they were 20 years younger. how'd you get the unlucky pull to be that cocky man's friend with benefits.
backpacking him when he's not making content for his thirsty little fangirls. arms wrapped around his waist as the two of you swerve through traffic. except this time he asked if he could make content with you saying he was getting too much attention.
you called bullshit knowing that gojo was an absolute FEIN for attention. he buttered you up by saying, 'i don't want the attention if it's not from you.’ which you also called bullshit on but he swore up and down it was the truth.
so that's what you were doing today creating content. yes. thirst trap content. your hands splayed over his sickeningly toned abs while he flexed in the camera. you were feeling awkward not really enjoying the performative actions. so you told him that it didn't feel real and explained how you felt.
he offered to cut off the camera and you told him no. it wasn't like you were uncomfortable or anything you liked the idea, it just wasn't authentic. but gojo said he'd cut it off or so you thought. so just like regular the two of you rode around no destination in mind, just having fun.
as the two of you stopped at a light you wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a hug. your hands rub up and down his biceps he smiles under his helmet. he was so happy he had that shit on or the camera would have see the blush he had right now.
he already wanted to be more than friends with you. you guys were always touchy but he never got used to it. you let go of him as the light turned green and at another stop light is when he asked to be more than friends. your jaw was dropped and you were in immense shock.
you didn't say much as gojo took you back to his house. he pulled into the garage cutting the bike off and closing the garage. you both took off your helmets and he looked back at you. he had to double check that you heard him, and you cut him off by kissing him.
somehow someway sometime when you were caught up in his hypnotizing blue eyes. his cock found it's way into your hand and you were milking him dry. his head thrown back on your shoulder as you slowed and fastened your pace. his thighs trembled and his hips bucked into your hand chasing his climax.
when he finally came all on your hand you licked it clean as gojo watched you intently. after everything was all said and done and you went back inside. he ran back to footage realizing he forgot to cut off the camera when you gave him the handjob. he showed you the video and that was how you both ended up deciding to do no face adult videos. (idk that took a turn for me too ngl LMFAO)
“you’ll love these guys! my friend is in this one!” your best friend, shoko, yelled over the loud music that was playing. you had been at the bar for far too long, holding your ears closed. you found no fun in listening to underground garage bands try to get famous.
“you said that about the last two of them,” you said with a dramatic huff, but your mood changed immediately. the lights were red, and smoke clouded the stage before the hottest man you’d seen in your life walked out. the bassist.
sure, the other men were just as hot, but he was beating them by a long shot. his hair was wet against his neck, and a black stripe crossed his nose. he was different, and you didn’t know if it was the tattoos or his unique look.
“okay, you were right, i like them,” you whispered to her, even though the band had yet to play a note.
but when they did, you actually enjoyed the music. the bass was hitting your chest, and for some reason, you could hear it louder than anything else. even though you’d never heard his voice before, you were sure it was the one you were hearing the clearest.
“are you ovulating?” your best friend whispered in your ear, and you gasped, looking at her like she was insane.
“why would you say that?”
“you’re eye-fucking choso.” she laughed, and you furrowed your brows, not sure who she was talking about. “the bassist.”
“oh,” you said, not denying you were eye-fucking him. “no, i’m not ovulating,” you said, going back to tapping your foot to the beat of the music, your eyes never leaving choso. you were almost positive he noticed your stare, but you weren’t ashamed.
once the set was over, they went to the back, and your friend pulled you to the bar. she ordered the two of you drinks, and you sipped on yours, looking around. seconds later, you saw one of the boys from the band come running in your direction.
“sho!” he yelled, practically jumping on her.
“be careful, toru, you almost made me spill my drink!” she laughed as the white-haired boy pulled away to look at you.
“who’s this?” he asked curiously, with a smirk that freaked you out a little.
“my best friend, y/n. she’s gonna go bar hopping with us tonight.” she smiled at someone behind you, and you looked shocked.
“hold on, i’m doing what now?” you asked, and a deep voice behind you made you stiffen.
“c’mon, don’t be the odd one out.” you turned around, seeing choso with a lazy smirk, and you almost fainted right there. his voice was deep and smooth—so sexy you couldn’t think of anything else.
“choso, not everyone can stay up all night like you,” another man said, shoving his shoulder. choso’s eyes never left your face; it was so obvious, but he didn't seem to care.
“i’m just saying, wouldn’t it be fun to have an extra person?” he asked, looking up at shoko for backup.
“yeah, he’s right, geto! where’s sukuna?” she asked as the last man from the band walked out from the back. he looked irritated, but he didn’t say much; he just followed the crowd. you all left to go to the next bar, which was a few blocks away.
as you were sitting around watching shoko, gojo, and geto dance, choso came up to you.
“so, you’re shoko’s friend, y/n, that she talks about so much?” he asked with a smirk, and you smiled back.
“that depends on what she’s told you about me,” you laughed, hoping shoko didn’t tell him anything embarrassing.
“just about how good-looking you were. she was definitely downplaying it,” he said, slowly licking his bottom lip as he looked at you. your face was heating up as you just laughed at the compliment.
“thank you,” you said shyly, and he nodded, then took a big sip of his drink.
“you’re welcome, beautiful.” you looked him over one good time. he was littered with tattoos, piercings, and rings on almost all his fingers. the stripe on his nose was clearer now and obviously not paint but more of a birthmark.
he wore all black, not an ounce of color in his outfit, even if he tried. even his nails were painted black, although they were chipped. his belt had a skull on it, and his happy trail showed under his shirt that clung to him for dear life.
you were the exact opposite: soft, colorful, and girlie. your favorite color was pink, and you were commonly described as a rose.
the more the two of you talked, the more you realized you liked him—a lot. not just the way he looked or his intoxicating cologne that made you lose all train of thought.
from the outside looking in, the two of you looked like you’d known each other for a while. the way he was standing between your legs, and his cold, ring-clad hands rested on your exposed thigh. how he leaned close to your ear so you could hear him better through the bar’s loud music. or the way you gripped his bicep, the one resting on the bartop.
choso was six drinks down and drunk to the max; it was the only thing calming his nerves.
“you're so fucking sexy,” he slurred in your ear, his breath blowing past, and a shiver went down your spine.
“think so?” you asked, and he nodded while you just looked at him with a smile. “i think you’re a little too drunk, choso.”
“couldn’t talk to ya if i wasn’t. i was fucking stoned before i went on stage,” he admitted, throwing his head back in laughter. “only reason why i wasn’t scared to talk to you.”
“okay, pal, i think it’s time for you to go!” gojo said with a chuckle, pulling choso away from you.
“waittt…” he slurred, grabbing your hand. you just laughed at how dramatic he was being. “i’m gonna text you!” he blurted before they got him to let go.
“he doesn’t even have my number,” you snorted, looking at shoko, who just shook her head at choso.
“i bet everything he’d be too scared to text you anyway. he never acts like that,” she whispered to you, and you just shrugged.
you rolled your eyes and turned back toward the bar, finishing what was left of your drink, but the grin on your face was impossible to hide. across the room, choso glanced back one last time before gojo pulled him away.
you didn’t believe in love at first sight, but lust? that was something else entirely.
plot: yuji spends the day with unckuna and his favorite girl
content warning: lil smut to start off, mating press, more smut at the end, doggy, breeding, cum eating, choking
peachy's yap: wc 2k .ᐟ i love anything revolving around sukuna being a uncle to yuji. might do one where yuji is older ! kinda short because it's basically a crack fic.
mornings were the best time for sukuna to get a nut off. you laid next to him naked doing nothing in particular. but it was just enough for his dick to get rock hard and leak precum. he would nudge your shoulder and whisper in your ear.
"you up?" he asked pulling your eyelid up and looking at you and you sighed.
"i am now ryo..." you said with an annoyed tone and he smirked pulling the covers up.
"look how hard i am baby... can i just slip it in. i promise to be gentle," he asked and you were a sucker for sukuna asking politely. even if you did know it was a lie and 10 minutes later he'd be pounding into you. your knees on the sides of your head as his thick cock practically ripped you in half.
"ryo y...you said you'd be gentle," you whined and sukuna hummed in your ear. you attempted to slow his thrust by pushing his thigh. but you stopped nothing as sukuna was relentlessly bullying your poor pussy.
"i can't help it ma, you look so good when you wake up," he grunted close to finishing. his dirty words pushed you closer and closer to your climax. "shit i feel you, i feel you cum on my dick." he moaned feeling your walls clench around him letting him know you were close. he made one last exaggerated thrust and you whined as you came.
"nghh ryooo~," you yelped as sukuna's phone rang. he stilled inside you as you looked at the clock and he checked his phone. it was 8 am... you both looked back at each other realization hitting you both. you agreed to babysit yuji today.
next thing you knew the doorbell rang back to back either jin being childish or yuji eager to see his uncle kuna. sukuna quickly pulled out of you, although frustrated he had to keep his promise. even if he did want a nut he loved yuji way more than his pleasure. you came so that means both people he loved would be satisfied.
you stood up slipped on a bra and panties grabbing appropriate clothing. after you slipped on sukuna's sweatshirt you ran downstairs. you wanted to say hi to jin as well so you put a little pep in your step. the two brothers sat on the couch as yuji sat on the floor wheeling his car. hearing your footsteps yuji was the first to notice your presence.
"teetee!" he yelled running to you and you picked him up playfully kissing all over his face.
"hello my baby." you smiled walking over to sukuna and his brother. sukuna gave you a nasty side eye as you played with yuji. the three of you engaged in conversation until it was time for jin to leave.
"uncle kuna, what are we doing today?" yuji asked sitting on your lap.
"for one you can get off my girlfriend," he said and yuji tilted his head to the side not exactly sure who he was talking about.
"whoo?" he said turning his head to look up at you "my teetee is your girlfriend?" he asked genuinely confused it looked like his poor head was spinning.
"you didn't know that yuji?" you asked and she shook his head. "well... anyways i was thinking we could go to the amusement park."
"yes! i want to ride the alligator ride!" yuji screamed jumping off your lap and running to grab his backpack. "i kept telling daddy but he kept telling me to wait."
"cause your uncle kuna wanted to take you." you laugh looking at sukuna whose face turned pink as he looked away.
"don't tell the brat that he'll be asking to go again," he complained knowing if yuji asked to go anywhere sukuna would take him. that's just the type of person sukuna was, he loved but not outwardly. he definitely thought he was slick.
"uncle kuna can i have a churro," he asked struggling to put on his human earthworm backpack and you helped him. (y'all weren't leaving for another hour and a half)
and just like he asked yuji ran through the park with a churro. his leash only letting him go so far as sukuna held it tightly. you looked at the two laughing at the way he gripped the handle.
"you did not need to get a leash." you shook your head and sukuna side eyed you. turning his chin up at you like a snooty mother.
"don't you see the way he's running off? you think i didn't need a leash?" he scoffed as yuji ran trying to pull sukuna behind him. "plus it's an alligator leash." he smiled at you, his canines showing which made you feel some type of way. you had to shake your head to rid your brain of the nasty thoughts.
"whatever." you waved him off as you both pulled up to the alligator ride yuji was so desperate to ride.
"i'm not riding this shit... it's childish." sukuna scoffed and you frowned not liking his attitude.
"it's not childish." you defended and sukuna didn't agree with you not one bit. "oh i get it now... you don't want to ride it because you're scared." you said in fake realization and sukuna looked at you in bewilderment.
"me? scared of a kid's ride? never. matter of fact i'll prove it." he said as you made it to the front and you all got in sitting with each other. sukuna had his arms crossed the entire time as the workers locked the seats.
"you're leaving in 3...2...1! have a good ride!" the attendant yelled as the alligator-shaped ride zoomed off. the ride went up an incline to which sukuna rolled his eyes and called it puny. arms still crossed as the ride hit the drop. you and yuji screamed as the thrill rushed through you.
unexpectedly the ride hit a sharp turn and sukuna grabbed the handlebars. out of nowhere, the ride went completely sideways and sukuna yelled.
"what the fuckkk!" he yelled as the ride stayed sideways for a while. the ride continued speeding off and sukuna yelled again. "what kind of kid's ride does this!"
"sukuna shut up!" you said as the ride finished and you stopped in the station. he was embarrassing you with his loud screaming.
"no this is a fucking death trap!" he yelled as the seats unlocked and grabbed yuji. he was acting like a mom who complained about everything. "we're never coming back here!" he yelled carrying yuji over his shoulder. yuji lifted his head and waved at the workers at the ride.
"bye!" he smiled happily not understanding what his uncle did.
"sukuna you cussed around all those kids," you whispered and sukuna snorted.
"you think i care when they almost killed my nephew," he said still holding yuji over his shoulder and storming off from the ride. yuji just rode on sukuna loving that he was upside down. while sukuna yelled about suing the park yuji had his arms out feet kicking as he pretended to be a superhero.
you were embarrassed that sukuna was making a scene because the ride scared him. yuji had fun and that's all that mattered but he swore up and down they tried to 'kill his nephew'. after some convincing sukuna finally shut up, and the three of you sat at a table eating. yuji licking at an ice cream cone while sukuna ate his chicken strips.
"they're not the best they're just alright," he grumbled his actions telling a different story as he quickly took down the chicken.
"iths okay uncle kuna because my ice cream is yummy!" yuji smiled with ice cream all around his mouth. you grabbed a napkin wiping his face as sukuna sent a deadpanned look to yuji.
"thanks, yuj' that makes me feel so much better knowing your food is good and mine isn't," he said sarcasm evident in his voice. but of course, yuji didn't notice.
"you're welcome uncle!" he giggled going back to attacking his ice cream. sukuna looked at you as you laughed with your hand covering your mouth.
"how's your food?" he asked you and you nodded enjoying your meal.
"i like mine." you smiled and he nodded staring at you.
"that's good," he mumbled resting his cheek on his palm. his eyes looked around the park now and then but they mainly stayed on you and yuji.
you guys stayed at the park for another 3 hours. sukuna finally found the fun in the rollercoasters and you all had a good time. you carried yuji out of the park and he was knocked out on your shoulder.
"he's not too heavy, is he? i could always carry him," he asked and you shook your head with a smile.
"no, he's not that heavy, did you have fun?" you asked laughing knowing the first part of your trip was iffy. surprisingly sukuna nodded his head smiling and looking at you.
"yeah, it was my first time at an amusement park." he laughed and you gasped looking at him.
"that's why you were so scared! you've never been on a roller coaster before." you pointed at him and he scoffed.
"i wasn't scared." he waved you off opening the door for you to put yuji in his car seat. you buckled him in as sukuna walked around you to open your door.
"you definitely were scared but it's okay," you said getting in the car and sukuna closed the door. when he got in the car he gave you a look that you supposed meant he disagreed with your statement. "it's okay really... you're still my big strong boyfriend."
"hell yeah i am." he scoffed nodding his head with now newfound confidence. he smiled to himself as he drove to jin's house to drop off yuji.
sukuna wouldn't tell you but spending time with you and yuji healed his inner child. whenever you all had a good time it made him feel like he was back in his childhood or his lack of one. and that's why whenever he got the chance to spend time with yuji he would.
and you? when you both got home he needed to finish where he left off of course. this time he had your face pressed into the mattress and both hands wrapped around your neck.
he was thrusting with no mercy, he was playing catch up trying to get his nut from this morning that he missed. you had already came 3 times in the last 30 minutes and sukuna had only came once.
"shit baby." he groaned as you gained the stamina to throw your ass back on him. "yeahhh like that," he said stalling his thrust and letting you do your thing.
"can't..." you mumbled into the bed and sukuna laughed.
"yes you can ma you got it." he encouraged you lightly smacking your ass cheek and you fastened your pace making sukuna smile. "that's it..." he laughed at your hips stuttering before he began to thrust into you again. your body fell limp but sukuna helped you keep your arch.
"m'cumming again ryo..." you moaned into the mattress and he never once acknowledged your words. just continuing to pound into like it was the only thing he knew. before you knew it you were cumming around sukuna's cock walls clenching while his thrust stilled. he came in you filling your hole up with his cum.
"fuck..." he panted his chest falling up and down. he let go of your neck holding himself up while his dick was still inside of you. after you caught your breath he pulled out of you. you felt his fingers slid along your folds making your body jerk from being overstimulated. "turn around."
"mmm," you whined flipping over you saw sukuna's cum on his fingers. immediately knowing what he wanted to do you opened your mouth. his fingers went into your mouth and you licked them clean.
"good girl." he smiled at you patting your cheek. as the two of you took your shower he thought about how satisfied he was with his day. he got to fuck you this morning and he got to spend time with yuji. then he got to fuck you again and spend another night with you.
plot: richboy!gojo takes his cute girlfriend golfing
content warning: exhibitionism, very nasty, pervy rich boy gojo mix, gojo is the biggest horndog ever, girly girl reader, established relationship, cunniilingus, fingering, missionary, public asf, they get caught, tad second hand embarrassment, cowgirl, dirty talking, breeding, implied blowjob, very nasty
peachy's yap: idk how i came upon this idea but it makes me wiggle my toes.
you weren't exactly sure how you ended up getting your guts rearranged on your boyfriend's golf cart. you do remember being in his bed as his head laid on your stomach. while your fingers lazily ran through his white fluffy hair.
the two of you had been insanely bored for the last three days. you were both back home from college, and your parents had the audacity to go on a trip together, leaving the two of you alone in satoru's gigantic mansion for a whole week.
you weren't overly excited to see each other either, you went to the same school for fucks sake. this summer was a bust, suguru was in italy, shoko was with her girlfriend's family, and you two were... there.
"toruuu," you whined lightly pulling at his hair to get his attention. he groggily lifted his head to look up at you. forcing his eyes open after your fingers lulled him to sleep.
"yeah, baby?" he asked, chin resting on your tummy as he tried to keep his eyes open. he was failing terribly by the way. you had finally come up with an idea, knowing gojo would be all for it.
"remember how you said you wanted to take me golfing?" you asked, and gojo jumped up as if he had never been asleep. he quickly walked off to his closet, grabbing what you assumed was the golfing outfit he bought for you, probably well over a year ago. just as you suspected, he walked out with a pleated skirt and cropped polo.
"i've been waiting for this day for a year now," he laughed to himself, throwing the clothes at you. "i'm about to go get dressed." he giggled, running off to the closet. an hour later, the two of you were on his golf cart off to the private golf course in his very own backyard.
"i can't believe you made me wear this short ass skirt." you huffed arms crossed and gojo had the nerve to just laugh. the skirt was so old you didn’t even fit into it anymore. your ass peaked out but gojo reminded you that the course was private.
"i didn't make you do anything, i just gave you a sense of security." he nodded to himself as if that was the smartest thing he had ever said. you shook your head at his statement, not even bothering to argue with your strong-headed boyfriend.
when gojo had finally taken you to where you would play, he got off the cart. you watched his every move not understanding a damn thing he was telling you. all you did was admire how mouth watering sexy he looked in his richie rich get up. a black short sleeve polo that unironically matched yours, and beige slacks.
this fit was almost more attractive than his workout compression shirt. the way his arms bulged under the cotton mesh as he slipped on his gloves, or how his big muscular thighs were visible through his pants, and the veins in his arms were protruding due to him pulling the gloves on.
"get up, girl, you ain't think you were going to sit there the whole time, did you?" he asked, reaching his hand out for you. you grabbed his hand, stepping down off the golf cart, following shyly behind him. he handed you the club, standing behind you. "hold it here," he instructed.
he was hard and he shamlessly pressed it against your barely clothed ass. you didn't acknowledge it, knowing that it was best to breeze past it. so you let gojo show you where your hands were supposed to be, and you listened. he even helps you get a little power in your swing, the ball flying a solid 10 feet in front of you.
"i did it!" you giggled, turning to look at gojo who blinked in disbelief. and when he saw the seriousness on your face it took everything in him to hold back a laugh. "what? if i didn't do good, show me how it's done."
"alright," he said, grabbing the club from you, walking the short 10 feet to grab the ball. you stood back watching his big swing and the ball fly across the course. your jaw was practically on the floor in shock that he was so good at it. "that's how it's done."
"no fair toru... you're good at like everything," you whined, and gojo scoffed.
"don't do that, y/n, it takes practice." he pecked your lips, helping you get in the cart so you could go to the ball that was all the way in timbuktu. on the ride there, gojo had the bright idea to play strip golf.
the rules were simple, however, many tries it took for you to get it in the hole, was as many pieces of clothing you had to remove. you weren't confident in your abilities, but you were determined. how hard could it be? every other challenge you did with gojo you won.
well... except this one.
it took gojo all of 4 tries to get the ball in, and it took you 27. which resulted in gojo shaving it down to 6 since you didn't have 27 pieces of clothing. so all gojo had to take off were his socks, pants, and shirt. for you, that was your socks, shirt, skirt, bra, and panties.
"toru i'm butt ass naked," you said as gojo basically got a strip show from you. his eyes never left your body for a second. drooling over you like a virgin who had never laid eyes on a woman's bare body.
"and fine as fuck." was all he said grabbing you by your waist so that you were standing between his legs. he kissed along your neck moving his kisses to your lips. the kiss was heated and urgent, gojo was needy and wasn't afraid to admit. "i need you, so bad."
"wait... baby? right here?" you asked, and he nodded, not questioning it or hesitating. he didn't say much, he just picked you up and placed you down on the backseat of the cart. pushing your legs to your chest, giving you a knowing look, but you didn't obey. "t...toru, hold on a second." you said breathlessly making him deadpan.
"hold em," he said, and you sighed, grabbing the back of your legs, holding them up and open. gojo dropped to his knees, not even caring about his knees digging in the mud. his focus was on sending one teasing swipe of his tongue up your slick folds.
he hummed at the taste of your essence on his tongue. he was so sure he could use your slick as honey for his desert. so sweet he needed a glass of milk to wash it dow-
"toru!" you yelled at him for the third time, knocking him out of his trance. once he came back to reality, he dove into his lunch. his tongue lapped at your juices and teased your poor delicate clit.
sucking and spitting and licking and slurping, it was a mess. he even began to finger your tight cunt with not one not two but three fingers. digging his unnaturally long digits to the deepest parts of your pussy being sure to stimulate that spongey spot inside of you.
moans were spewing out your mouth as your hands ran through his damp hair. pulling at the white locks, your eyes to the back of your head as you delve in the pleasure. you were quickly coming upon your climax, and gojo knew it too. and not because you were violently squeezing down on his fingers. no. but because you were chanting it out as gojo finger fucked you with no mercy.
"cumming i'm... m'cumming toru fuck fuck fuck so close." you babbled and he smirked pulling of you puffy clit with a 'pop!' this was his entertainment watching you squirm as you creamed all over his fingers.
"cream on my fingers so i can clean it up for you," he tells you and you do just that as you cum violently. your eyesight is blurry as you see gojo looking down at you with a shit eating grin. he doesn't say anything as he slips out his fingers licking them clean just as he said he would. "so fuckin' perfect," he mumbled pulling your hips closer to him.
he pulled his boxers down, stepping out of them. his angry red cock slapped his navel leaving a string of sticky precum behind. his hand gripped the base of his cock slapping it against your clit. he chuckled watching your body react to him. he wasted no time using his thumb to push his cock head in line with your entrance.
"fuck." he grumbled from the feeling of your tight entrance trapping his tip. he fought the urge to cum right then and there. he pushed himself the rest of the way into you, bottoming out with nothing on his mind except you.
"s...shit toru you're too deep," you whined and he grunted pulling halfway out and slamming back into you. all the wind was knocked out of you as you gasped for air. followed by a moan that could probably be heard back at the mansion.
"so wet, squeezing down on me so tight," he hummed enjoying the feeling. after waiting for you to finally be ready, his hips snapped into yours. his pace was feral and needy as moans and groans flew from his mouth. his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you sloppily, spit spilling out of your mouths. rolling down your cheek and onto the bare skin of your chest.
that was one of the many things you loved about gojo, he was not afraid to moan. which only encouraged you to moan and whimper louder. it wasn't like you had to try very hard with the way he dug in your guts. so here you were, finally remembering how you got in this position. strip golf, never ever again, you thought to yourself.
while gojo was relentlessy fucking into you, his hips stilled. you were about to protest until he held his finger up to his lips. you quickly closed your mouth as well, hearing someone talking.
"today was supposed to be my day off, but mr. gojo asked me to tend the garden today." the person who you figure was the gardener said. gojo leaned down, covering your body with his.
"same, he asked me to clean the pool." the pool cleaner added. there was a line of trees next to the two of you, and it sounded as if they were behind them.
"my ass is out." gojo whispered in your ear with a light chuckled. you swatted his arm, light telling him to hush, but that only got him started. the motions were small, but you felt the way his hips ground into yours. the way his pelvis stimulated your clit and his dick pulsed in you.
"i guess we better get back to the mansion," another worker said, and you whimpered from the feeling. it didn't seem like they were really planning on going back. but eventually the footsteps got further away and you both loosened up. he quickly picked you up and sat on he seat instead.
"ride me... please?" he practically begged, looking up in your eyes. his bright blue eyes burning a hole into your face above his shades. you nodded shyly, always getting bashful when it was your time to be on top.
you wasted no time riding him slowly, teasing him with your deathly slow pace. his large hands gripped the fatty flesh of your ass holding on for dear life. his head was thrown back, jaw clenched as you squeezed down.
"you're driving me crazy," he grumbled lifting you and fucking up into you like crazy. your hands grabbed his forearm, begging him to slow down. "you gonna stop teasing me now?"
"m'sorry i'll stop i will," you whine and he eased up letting you take control. with your feet planted on the side of him, you began to ride him this time faster. the disgustingly loud 'plap, plap, plap' of your skin slapping was turning you both on. pushing you closer and closer to finishing.
you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. the way he licked his lips and bit his lower one to muffle his groans. it just made you desperate to press your lips and steal a kiss from him. but gojo was two steps ahead of you, noticing the way your sight was trained on his lips.
he leaned up, forcing his tongue down your throat. the two of you kissing sloppily swapping spit as your bodies were conjoined. one of his hands left your ass to reach between the two of you. using two fingers to rub your clit sending your body immediately into overdrive.
"close," you mumbled against his lips to which he simply mumbled 'mhm' against your lips. it didn't take much his pulling away from your lips to whisper a gruff 'cum'. even if he hadn't said that you were bound to cum right there and then. "fuckkk...!" you yelled your cream coating his cock and collecting around the base.
"m'right behind you baby shit i'm cumming." he groaned loudly as he shot his warm loud inside you. filling you up completely, not even bothering to pull out. he thrusted up into you a few more times being sure to stuff him cum all the way into your womb.
"you were right toru... the thrill of getting caught makes you cum harder." you huffed and gojo nodded.
"i told you years ago." gojo smirked, kissing your forehead, leaning back as you climbed off his lap. "you'll clean me off, won't you?" he asked, giving you those sickeningly effective puppy eyes. you didn't verbally comply, but he knew when you got on your knees, assuming the position. just like gojo earlier, not caring if mud would get on your knees.
"are we sick?" the poolboy asked the gardener who shook her head his fingers stuffed in her mouth. "fucking to our boss's son and his girlfriends moans."
sidenote:
gojo’s hair was damp from thinking he was in high school musical 2, playing with the water and sprinklers, trying to make you laugh.
starring: clingy!gojo x sorcerer!reader
warning: nipple play, mating press, dacryphilia, breeding, needy pervy touchy gojo, edging, lots of teasing, gojo is yapping
peachy's yap: i'm in my drabble era atm i have so many lil ideas for y'all
gojo was needy, he needed you in any way he could. his hands had to be on you 24/7, even when you’d complain that turning to the left hurt your back, or that your nipples were still sore after you finally finished your period. he’d have some whiny excuse that made you let him do it.
“but i’ve been gone all day, lemme touch my baby,” he’d say, and you’d sigh, knowing you missed his touch as well. so there you sat, leaning in an uncomfortable position as satoru fondled your chest, casually rolling your nipples between his fingers, trying to ignore the sexy moans that left your mouth as he texted his group chat.
but this wasn’t where it ended, no, no, no. satoru went on cruel and long missions, leaving you alone for days so he could fight stupid curses. so when he came back, not only were you feral for touch, so was he. but this was your clingy, touchy-feely satoru gojo, who never had enough of your touch.
his feelings were heightened, he was more feral than a regular man. he was definitely satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer, the honored one, if you will. if fighting alongside him on a mission didn't prove how strong he was to you, you definitely got an idea.
“t-toru, hold on, baby,” you moaned, using your hand to push his hips back. he had you in a mating press in your fifth position for the night. you needed a break, but gojo needed his fourth nut more.
you were trying to get through to him, but his eyes were trained on your fucked-out face. he couldn't hear your pleas or your whines, all he could hear was the squelching of your pussy.
“i love you, ya know that? m’gonna tell yaga to let you come with me next time. i get so tense after—hah—fighting those fuck-ass curses.” that was another thing about gojo too; he’s a motor mouth. luckily for you, he never said anything to ruin the mood, and you had no problem listening to him talk while he was in it.
“yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, not really sure if it was from the intense pleasure of your sixth orgasm approaching, or from you liking the sound of going on missions with him from now on.
“you’d like that, sweets? watching me kill curses and kissing my w...wounds f’me? and after we leave, i take out my frustration on this sweet pussy?” he grunted, each thrust feeling more and more like a promise as he laid out a very descriptive plan.
“i want it, toru, want it bad!” you moaned as his thumb rubbed your clit in fast circles, your legs shaking as your body was ready to relish in the pleasure.
your mind was running on overdrive, the grip of his hands on your thigh, the way his lips were inches away from yours as he whispered all this to you. how his cockhead was probably bruising your poor cervix. it was so good, you couldn't think.
“want what, baby? my cum in you, or to go on missions with me?” now his face had his signature cocky smirk, knowing you couldn’t possibly choose. your brain was scrambling for the right answer, but your heart knew what you meant to say.
“i want it inside,” you whined, and satoru clicked his tongue at you three times. he never had enough of teasing you, and even when you both were touch-deprived and running low on stamina, he continued.
“mmm, i’m sorry, sweets, that’s not the right answer…” he cooed, pulling his cock out of you, just leaving his thick, flushed tip inside and stopping the movement of his thumb. barely thrusting at an agonizingly slow pace while you're entranced, clenched, trying to suck him back in.
“both! i want both!” you whined, tears spilling from your eyes as he edged your release.
“such a good girl, i love it when you cry for my cock,” he mumbled, giving a hard thrust, immediately bottoming out in you again, his thumb going back to its circular motions on your hard clit.
“cumming… m’cumming!” you yelled, choking on your words. you swore this was the best orgasm of your life.
“cum all over your toru, baby,” he said, kissing your lips as your body convulsed, your moans trapped in satoru’s mouth. your conjoined spit was running down the side of your mouth as you came violently, squirting over satoru, you, and your freshly made bed.
satoru filled you up, his cock twitching and his balls clenching as his load emptied into you, his seed dribbling out, down your ass, and onto the bed. he pulled away from the kiss, eyes clouded, and glancing at you like he didn't really get a good look at you.
“toru, i just made the bed for you,” you whined, and he smiled, kissing your forehead and pulling out of you with a hiss.
starring: nerd!gojo x popular!reader x jock!suguru
content warning: threesome duh, spanking, mating press, oral m!recieving, lil aftercare, boyfriends that are boyfriends, not that much tbh :P
peachy's yap: chat i actually loved writing this ! pls give me more pairings in my asks hehehe
“20… 21… 22… fuck s-s-suguru c’mon.” satoru panted counting each slap suguru sent to your ass while his cock suffocated in his pants. If anyone in your college knew what the three of you were doing, you’d be shunned. How many girls get to say they have the most popular athlete and the richest guy on campus in their bed? How many girls get to say they got to fuck their hot best friends at that.
Rumors went around about the three of you. People claimed you had the men in some sick reverse harem (don’t let them see you with nanami, too, the rumors would fly like a bird). But I mean, they weren’t too far off; it wasn’t an harem, it was an occasional threesome here and there.
“I won’t stop until Satoru stops trying to help himself,” Suguru said, and that scared poor little Satoru straight. His legs were spread and his fists were balled tight as he counted your next 5 smacks. The two of you were leaking while Suguru’s bulge was pressed against your tummy, that laid over his lap. “You’re such a good boy, Satoru, maybe you could teach y/n how to listen like you.”
This was all because Suguru got jealous. He always ran every man you met away, and this new guy you were serious about. So when suguru asked, you refused to give him any details about the man. Satoru tried to stand up for you, but that only got him in just as much trouble as you.
“Sugu…” you whined as he rubbed your clit slowly in small circles. Your legs were shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, your pleading eyes beaded with tears. Satoru was torn between the two of you, wanting to be submissive for Suguru but dominant for you.
“You want Satoru to teach you?” he asked, beckoning Satoru over, and he wasted no time coming over to the two of you. You nodded eagerly, reaching out to rub his poor throbbing bulge.
Suguru smirked he was a freak, and he loved watching Satoru switch. Nothing got him more aroused than watching the two people he loved the most be intimate. He was having the time of his life watching your body lay at the end of the bed while satoru fucked into you like he was deprived.
Neither of them even bothered to take off your clothes for your planned coffee date. Your shirt still on, a tit threatening to slip out, skirt bunched up by your waist, and your fishnets ripped.
The way your legs were pressed to your chest and Satoru’s body leaned over yours. He was so close to spilling his cum all over satoru’s round ass. His cock rubbed against his ass every time Satoru thrusted in and out of you.
“You think she’ll finally learn her lesson, Toru? Think she’ll be a good girl for us?” Suguru whispered in Satoru’s ear, but you heard it anyway. Satoru was fucking you so good your eyes were rolled to the back of you head. But that still didn’t stop you from commenting.
“F-fuck.. hah… both of you,” you said, words broken up by your pornographic moans. Usually, Suguru was the one who got angry at your vulgar words, but this time, something snapped in Satoru His thrust sped up and his rhythm became sloppily and he fucked you senseless.
“Looks like you made him angry, baby. Open your eyes, look at him while he fucks you,” he instructed sending a rough smack to satoru’s ass making him whimper. You forced your eyes open, immediately looking into those big blue eyes that were two shades darker out of anger.
“It’s fuck me? That’s what you said?” he asked, his voice strained, throat dry as a desert from the series of events. His glasses were fogged up, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Suguru didn't say anything, just quietly moved from behind Satoru and knelt next to your head. His fat cock above your face and stroking his cock to the look on your fucked out face.
“Mmm toru…” You whined, looking Suguru in the eyes, knowing how he felt about eye contact. His cock twitched in his hands with each pump just from the way you looked at him.
“P-please make her suck it sugu, w-wanna see her mouth stuffed with you.” satoru whined begging his hips slowing to a halt as he hyperfixated on the two of you.
“Open for me pretty,” he instructed you to open your mouth. The minute your mouth opened he was fucking your throat mercilessly. Your jaw was hurting from the jump, and your gags were music to his ears. The sloppy spit and your teary eyes were enough to have the two men filling you full. “want you to cum with me toru, can you hold it until i’m ready?” he asked and toru moaned with a small nod.
“Yeah, I can… hah… i can wait.” his eyes were trained on the spit that bubbled around suguru as he fucked your throat. Your mascara was running down your eyes, and lip gloss was still on your lips. “Can… can y/n cum with us too sugu please?”
Hearing him whine and beg had you clenching around him. He was always so caring, always asking for you, caring about you, even when he knew Suguru would get mad. You looked up at Suguru's eyes, matching Satoru’s pleading words.
“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing Satoru’s chin, kissing his wet lips still fucking your throat. The sight was enough to make you moan, which caused Suguru to groan in Satoru’s mouth. Satoru was rubbing your clit while fucking you making your pleasure double fucking you harder than before.
It was obvious they both were starting to chase their highs, rushing to finish. You were getting closer and closer to finishing, and you were hoping so were they. You resorted to playing with Suguru’s balls, a weak attempt at milking him, knowing he was the one who lasted the longest.
“Sugu m’ready…” Satoru, whined, looking up at him with those blue eyes, pouting as he felt his climax piercing through him.
“Wait one more minute for me, Toru, you’re doing so good, so are you y/n you’re both so good.” he was clearly rambling now. Which was a tell-tale sign that he was closer than he let on. “So wet, so hot, fuck m’cumming. Shit.”
“On one, mkay?” Gojo said, and the two of you nodded ready to cum when ever gojo finished the countdown. “3… 2… 1,” he said as he released inside you, the sight of your body convulsing and suguru’s dick twitching in your month had him unload more cum than usual.
Suguru kept his cock in your mouth until he was completely drained. He used his thumb to open your mouth removing his cock letting it slap against your face. You stuck out your tongue, showing him you swallowed it all, panting like a dog. Out of breath wasn’t even the word to explain how you felt; you were exhausted.
You could tell it wasn’t over for Satoru, Suguru still had a hungry look in his eyes. But sweet satoru was fucked out dick lip on his tummy as he laid next to you. You pushed the hair out of his face, giggling at his drowsy eyes. You leaned down, kissing his forehead, out of nowhere, hands gripped your waist, lifting you from the bed.
“Gonna start you a bath, Satoru’s not done yet.” Suguru smiled as he turned on the water for you.
“W-wait, huh, what do you mean?” Satoru asked, and Suguru ignored him as he made sure your bath was nice and warm. He even added a little bath bomb in there for you while Satoru was begging for answers. “Hey. Suguru! Don’t be like that man!”
plot: ceo!sukuna and the woman he was forced to marry finally learning to get along.
content warning: none at all. it's not 18+
peachy's yap: no smut just a small fluff to test out the waters. one last one shot coming until i go on a lil break.
this wasn't what you wanted at all. ever since you were a little girl you planned to get married to a caring man. years later give birth to a love child hold he or she in your arms as you and your loving husband smiled at one another.
that dream was gone now and here you were a year after your wedding. terrified to even knock on the door of his study knowing his temper was off the wall at the moment. when you were cooped up in your hobby room you could hear him barking orders. while you sat in silence writing novel after novel he forbade you to publish.
this was your everyday, wake up alone, eat alone, write alone, shower alone, watch movies alone, and even go to sleep alone. he was in his study night and day until his hefty body slipped into your shared bed waking you at 2am. he didn't bother to apologize he just turned away going to sleep himself. and yet you found yourself wanting to be close to sukuna.
you sighed already knowing the conversation you both were bound to have today... just like every month for the last year. you were given to him for your writing and negotiating skills. his father the previous boss offered to pay your father millions to suspend the contract at your job for you to work for them. all for money. you raised your hand knocing on the wretched door.
you and sukuna moved into this house 6 months ago and it felt like you'd been locked away in a tower. although sukuna never listened to your ideas or let you have your way about anything he left the house details to you. he stood back as you worked with the sketchy architect who purposely looked down your blouse (his words).
he let you pick out the number of rooms, and bathrooms. the ceiling height, the shape of the pool, even how many patio chairs you wanted. he let you decorate the house pick the colors, even would let you throw splashes of pink and purple where ever you pleased. but you never did it, you didn't want to do it if not with sukuna.
but to sukuna none of this mattered because his work was more important. in his words he said 'i'll let you deal with less important matters. at least im positive you won't fuck that up.' did that statement hurt? hell yeah but even then you still wanted to be close to him.
"s...sukuna?" you stuttered waiting to hear his gruff voice.
"get in here." he said sternly and you pushed the heavy doors open, struggling at the weight. once you pushed in you stood by the door hands behind your back fingers laced. "sit." he said pointing to the chair in front of his desk and you scurry not wanting to anger him.
"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner i was writing and i had a idea i couldn't lose." you plead his eyes never left yours. he face expression neither annoyed nor pleased.
"why must you continue writing, when you have a duty to fulfill here." he grumbled and you looked down at your thumbs.
"sukuna you wont let me go with you to negotiate that's all m'good for." you say and he scoffs at your excuse.
"you are here to write contracts and negotiate deals you have not done any of that over the last year!" he said his voice raising, by no means were you a push over. scared of this big, brolic, hunk definitely but one thing you'll never be is a punk.
"you have yet to assign me any work. i know what you'll say 'you should come ask me if there's anything to do' but you are my boss. you instruct i follow, i refuse to do anything for you if you can not request it on your own." your reply was calm, you didn't want to anger him further.
"i don't want to overwhelm you," he sighs. his strict facade dropping as he handed you papers and you hum. looking down at the papers it was full of stats and numbers that made your head spin. "this is everyday work for me, i need your help but i must figure it out alone."
"the numbers are a bit crazy but it's not much to find a way to make a deal that'll pretty up the numbers." you tell him and he nods.
"how?" he asked and you looked up at him. this was the first time sukuna had asked for your help. you were shocked that he even let you know that he needed help.
"i mean your the statistics man. once you work out the numbers we can talk negotiating." you tell him with a smile hoping the sly compliment of him being good with numbers didn't slip past him. his red eyes looked up at you through his thick lashes. the corner of his lips tugging upwards as if he wanted to smile and couldn't.
this day was the first day you sat next to sukuna behind his desk. your knees touched and even that amount of contact was enough for you. you helped him clean up his desk and he didn't object he just said 'make sure you put them where i tell you'. and you did picking up the papers on his desk and organizing them for him. placing them in different stacks based off who and what they were from.
little did you know sukuna admired your every move. he watched how you walked around his office complaining about how dull it was. how your curls bounced with every step you took. he watched you search up paint colors and decor for his office. not once did this distract him, he either hummed in agreement or disagreement as he worked on the numbers.
even days later the connection between sukuna and you began to grow. he listened to your opinions and even stepped out of his office during the day. he came to your writing room to sit and drink coffee with you at 3am when you felt like you had a good idea. he even showed you the room you called the 'junk room' that was quite literally filled with sukuna's junk. he pulled out an electric guitar bragging about how it was signed by one of the best.
he tells you the name as you face scrunches up in confusion never hearing of this man ever. but even your disinterest in that didn't deter his sheer audacity and gall. he called you a degenerate and said you were a bug under a rock. you replied with 'more like a boulder' as you looked him up and down judgingly.
this comment made sukuna laugh, yes actually laugh. from that day you never held in a joke, letting anything on your mind loose. sometimes sukuna would look at you as if you said the stupidest shit on earth. most times he'd shake his head with an endearing smile but 2 times out of 10 he'd laugh.
day after day the more time you spent with sukuna the more you were pulled out of the depression. you watched movies of families with a smile even thinking about having a child with that demon.
in return sukuna became more comfortable approaching you. initially he was scared to anger you or say something that would hurt your feelings. heeding his father's warning 'don't talk to her too much. you know how you are, you'll hurt her feelings.' so he listened avoided starting conversation, leaving the bed before you woke up and coming in after you fell asleep. ate in his office and never ever entered your writing room.
that day you came in and told him he was your boss changed his brain chemistry. his father was wrong, he wouldn't hurt your feelings because you wanted him to act like your boss. you could dish it out and take it. that day was when sukuna thought to himself 'i could really get used to this'.
that's why after a month of the two of finally getting along sukuna instructed you to meet him at the dining table. dining table was a stretch as it only had 2 chairs. as you waited for him assuming it was about work you were shocked for sukuna to slam down your houses floorplan.
"it's about time we made this house into a home don't ya think?" he asked looking at you and you smiled. and the two of you sat there all night you sipping on a shirley temple and he drank whiskey. he promised he'd make you cocktails from now on since you found out he was a bartender for all of 3 months.
you planned and brainstormed until the next morning. you were leaned on the table drool coming out of your mouth. sukuna smiled at how comfortable you had became around him. he lifted you and carried you up the stairs. that was the first day sukuna felt like he was really a husband. that day was when sukuna swore to himself that he would be a husband.
