He loves your ass. He could just stare at you for hours on end, no matter what you’re wearing at the time. Be it a pencil skirt, yoga pants, sport shorts or a dress. He could just stand there and watch you move, glutes moving up and down, hips swaying. It makes him swoon.
And while he could stand and stare, he’d much rather feel it up against his palm. He’d slap your buttocks once he walks past you, soft and teasing. Depending on your response the situation elevates.
More times than not you find yourself sprawled out on his lap, his hands colliding with the skin multiple times over until he can feel it get warmer. His ears are immune to your cries,gasping at the force that comes with the loud clapping. Sometimes he’d stop to tease your clit gently, fingertips rubbing the bundle of nerves to hear a soft moan from you or have you tighten your shaking thighs over his palm. But it’s not too long before his hand is swinging in the air and against your reddened ass.
At some other occasions, he finds himself subconsciously feeling your ass in the morning. His large hands explore the soft flesh, squishing it tightly in his palm and giving it light slaps every so often.
GOJO, on the other hand, is a hair puller.
Honestly, there is no specific reason that he likes to pull your hair so much. Mostly he just likes the feeling of your hair filling into his fist, no matter the length of it, locks running between his fingers. It's an oddly satisfying to him .
He’s very random with it, too. Satoru would approach you while doing the dishes, one second his arms are wrapped lovingly around your waist, and the next his hand fists as much as it can of your hair and tugs at it
“A-a- ah- Satoru– let go, seriously,” You’d grumble, face scrunched at the suddenness of it.
“Mm, Gotta ask nicely, baby,” his hand continues to grab your hair tightly. Judging by the amused smirk on his face, he’s just messing around. Must get a kick out of it.
It’s another reason he loves seeing you on your knees before him. Your mouth consumes so much of his length, hands pumping whatever your mouth couldn’t fit in. All Satoru has to do is sit back, feel good, and pull at your hair. It’s easy control. And Satoru loves this control, as if steering your head however he likes. Not that your skilled mouth needs direction.
they're so warm and lovely. even if rough to touch, since that happens when he works so much. at least kento makes sure to be gentle with you! he's so soft and sweet, holding you by the waist while you make food, massaging your back after a long day, bringing your face closer to his while he wants to kiss you, caressing your hand while you're having a movie night at home.
speaking of movie nights at home, kento hates spending too long watching something! he'd much rather do something useful! something that maybe involves his hands.
okay, maybe he isn't always gentle with you... sometimes he's really mean, slapping your ass while you're spread over his lap. nothing on tv could be more interesting to him than this; you're a mess, already crying because fuck,, it hurts.
but nanami makes sure to reward his baby after. he'd slip his fingers into your pretty panties, rough, warm digits finding their way in before gently rubbing your long-forgotten sensitive bud. circular at first, until you're a begging mess. then he'd slip a single finger inside, the other following right after. his fingers are a little big. maybe even too big. but hey, at least he set the pace right!
and he'll keep going for long too, until you come. once, twice, and all the way until your body can't no more. what a pretty little doll you are! overstimulated too soon? he didn't even take his cock out yet..
thinking about ex husband! nagi, who still visits to play with the kids. to see his children happy in their home.
thinking about ex husband! nagi, whose children visit every weekend, but he still insists on coming on tuesdays, knowing tuesday is your day off. who always says that "it's okay, i'm only staying a few hours for the children, honey," using the same petname you've asked him so many times to stop using.
thinking about ex husband! nagi, who tells the children he can't stay for too long, in hopes they beg their mommy to "let daddy stay home, just for the night"
thinking about ex husband! nagi, whose plan worked like a charm.
ex husband! nagi, who somehow finds his way back into your bed. who tucks the kids in their bed with goodnight kisses and, magically, he's on top of you. again.
you tell him you shouldn't be doing this, that the kids are still up and- fuck, you really shouldn't be fucking your ex husband.
but nagi knows you. he knows your body all too well. he knows where to touch to make you gasp, where to stroke to elicit these little gasps that make his day. or, well, his night.
and oh, nagi know how to make you feel so good.
"fuck- seishiro-" your breath came in short gasps, one hand gripping his wrist, the other grasping his shoulder. you could feel the sting of the cold metal ring he wore against your walls, tight cunt stretched out with his the magical work of his fingers.
"fuck.. baby.. i fucking missed this," his breath came into contact with your neck, lightly sweating at the heat of your bodies. "missed your sweet pussy. y' like that, hm? moan f'me, pretty."
when you don't oblige, his fingers push a little harder. thrust a little faster. go in a little further so they feel that sweet spot where you carve attention the most. it makes you moan aloud, earning a satisfied grin from him. you feel the heat rush up your face in embarrassment at the situation, one of the kids could walk in on you two at any given minute. and you don't assume nagi has locked the door.
"yes baby, just like that," he huffs a soft breath into your ear, intensifying the pleasure. "cum on my fingers baby, mhm? wanna see you make a mess on these pretty sheets"
his fingers remain relentless, pushing you further towards ecstasy with each thrust. your hips push in rhythm with his wrist, eyes shut and breath heavy. and nagi is an insistent man, his determination to make you come undone on his pale fingers unwavering. each thrust faster than the previous.
and you do.
you see stars, calling his name softly after each hissed breath. sucking air in, he feels your approaching orgasm. it's a melody to hear, an a sight to see. there's nothing nagi enjoys watching than the way your eyebrows crease in the space between and your mouth fall agape in soft pleas and whimpers.
"yes, yes, just like that," he encourages you, "just like that, that's a good girl."
warnings: suggestive. not proof read. literally just gojominors, ageless and blank blogs dni
there is no doubt in me that gojo fucks like a god.
he lies a lot, but no lie is bigger than the “i'll be gentle” he gives you before your session. at some point you just stopped expecting him to keep his word.
so he's always left with you in his bed; sore legs, fucked out, and barely able to keep your breathing straight.
"fuck, sat', can't feel my legs."
"means i must've done something right"
he'll get you a wet towel to wipe off the mess he's made. sometimes he'd be a little more rough than necessary, trying to be thorough. but instead he gets kicked in the face by your foot.
gojo always has a cup of ginger for your sore throat. he knows exactly how much honey to add to sweeten it to your preference, if at all. but if you're too whiney after sex chances are he threatens to spill it on you.
cuddles are so obviously mandatory. if not for you, then for him. he'd kiss you until you can't breathe, making sure you feel his love through and through. you once told him he's going to be the death of you and ever since it became his life mission to ensure that's the case.
"mm, you're so sweet after sex, sat'."
"only for you, baby girl."
it's unironic, by the way. he genuinely thinks it's attractive of him to call you baby girl.
gojo satoru fucks like a god. but after sex he's a fool in love. he intends on letting you know that sex with you isn't just sex; it's a remedy to mold his rotten wounds. it's love like he's never experienced before.
trueform! sukuna lives in my head rent-free. he's not an asshole, that's an understatement. there's no such thing as words that describe how absolutely horrific he is. he doesn't see the beauty in anything, nothing needs to be treated different. the entire world is ugly. but even sukuna has a weakness right? no. wrong.
BUT! sukuna is capable of liking and disliking! and he really, really likes the sight of your face! it's pleasing, really! pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty cheeks! he gets mad if you bow down too much. remember to keep your face up just enough for him to see.
sukuna prefers your face best when your crying! watery eyes, lips agape, stuffed cheeks, taking in his cock like a good little slut. really, you're his prefect little ragdoll! even when the makeup you used to look pretty for him is ruined, and even when you're getting sloppier at what you're doing, and even when your hair is messed up from his grip! what a pretty sight!
thinking about being sukuna's devoted half-curse follower from the very beginning.
but somehow being quiet and living away from humans to keep your peace once sukuna is taken down and making a shrine for him in the little place you chose to live in, a little semblance of humanity shown towards the man who was anything but human. you keep away all cursed spirits around so they don't cause trouble and jujutsu sorcerers don't come your way.
then thousands of years later somehow he manages to find you and is surprised to see you haven't changed a bit, still peaceful and unharmful which kind of pisses him off. he's definitely offended by the shrine but keeps it to himself.
sukuna acknowledges your delight to see him but doesn't stay around for too long, only showing up every once in a while tomake sure you're alive and good, fucks your half-human body good just to make sure you remember how it felt to have him inside you, bullying your tight walls over and over again, pulling orgasm after orgasm until your pussy is molded into shape.
sukuna is a busy man and he has a yet long way to achieve his goals. but he makes sure to come back to you. maybe one day he'd be able to keep you around him at all times like a good little pet. until then, stay put, he'll stop by soon. hopefully
he doesn't want to wear a suit. and when he puts one on that doesn't look right he doesn't want to take it off.
he buys your dress, having it delivered to you the night before. but it's entirely too inappropriate for the occasion. you appreciate the sentiment so you don't complain to him. it's an expensive dress as is.
when he enters the room to find you in another dress he looks almost too disappointed. you tell him it just didn't fit. but he already knows you're lying because that's your exact size. you assure him that you loved the dress and that, like all his gifts, it's truly extraordinary. but it just didn't fit.
he doesn't dwell on it because you look good anyway. so good he's tempted to skip the ball and keep you to himself for the night.
what happens isn't entirely too different anyway, since his clinginess the entire time made it next to impossible to socialize. or maybe it's just the way he glared at people when you're not looking, shooing them away because your attention is simply reserved. it's an unspoken rule: your attention belongs to him. especially when you're looking this good.
when you've had enough fun -to his standards anyway- he pulls you aside, away from everyone else. you're not too surprised. neither are you displeased with him. the place was getting too boring anyway.
not too long after you're the one leading the way out. Your friend almost approaches you to ask why you're leaving so soon, but she knew better as the lipstick stains on satoru's face answer her question.
the car ride home is full of anticipation, his hand resting on your thigh. satoru complains about the fabric of your dress being in the way, and he swears his heart rose up to his throat when you suggest he just ‘takes it off’ if it's bothering him too much.
he probably could, and the backseat suddenly looks too good. but he remains patient, knowing tonight will be very much worth the wait.
telling your fwb that you're going on a date w some of my
favs!
includes: Itoshi Rin, Fushiguro Toji, Jing Yuan, gojo (seperate, not in order)
summary: you tell him you're going out on a date to see his reaction. includes fem! reader insert. slightly suggestive - honestly borderline smut, some possessiveness, one mention of cheating but it's a joke
note: characters n reader have mutual feelings, mostly acknowledged. i'm thinking of making this a series so drop your fav characters please! minors, blank and ageless blogs dni
↳ITOSHI RIN
his initial reaction was to just roll his eyes at you.
"you're not funny. who would even go out with you?"
by now you're used to rin being an asshole. he's got a smart mouth and he knows what to say to get on your nerves. so you keep it to a simple, "not you, apparently," to shut him up.
and it does, for only a few minutes.
"why am I only hearing about this now?"
it's ironic how suddenly he's so in your business, unhappy with how you didn't tell him beforehand. rin tries so hard to keep himself in check, not giving you the reaction you wanted. but it devastated him; on his bed, in nothing but a pretty bra and a pair of panties, talking about some other man?
no, rin was not having it at all.
you almost snicker when he says you shouldn't be going out with 'other guys' because you two were having sex. but his argument quickly dies down when you remind him of the first rule he set when you started your nightly- and sometimes daily- sessions: "we're not exclusive"
he thinks of pushing you down the bed, getting his hands all over that pretty body of yours. you won't resist, that he's sure of, but he can't risk seeming desperate, especially not in front of you. that's pathetic.
he mumbles a few things along the lines of 'whatever' and 'let him fuck you with his micropenis'.
but rin is petty, he really is. at least when it comes to you. so he quickly turns to the silent treatment - as if he wasn't mostly silent. he wouldn't text you or respond to your calls for two whole days, which is more reaction than you would have liked. a lot more.
until you were out with some girl friends and you receive a notification.
Rin [2:34 pm]: how was the date.?
once you tell him it was a joke, and how he took your bait like a fish, it's safe to say he was less than pleased. the first thing he does is to invite you over. and as absurd as it is, he tells you to go to his place that very minute. which you don't mind too much.
rin made sure to remind you that no matter who you run to, he'll always be the only one who can please you so good. he's the only one who knows exactly how make you quiver and cry in little time. afterall, your pussy has long since been molded to remember him. aching for him every minute you wake and every second you sleep.
rin made sure you know your place. under him. no other man.
↳ SATORU GOJO
gojo knows he's lucky, he really does. no woman took him the way you do. no woman understood him the way you do. no woman excited him the way you do, in all ways a man could be excited.
so when you tell him that? it's safe to say gojo was about to burst.
of course he is. you're his girl, whether you like it or not - which you do. you can't just go to another sleazy man when you have the strongest himself wrapped around your finger. that's unfair. and your reason? because you wanted to settle? heck, he'll 'settle' for you. he just needed some more time. can't you give him that at least?
"oh? with who?"
"he's not a sorcerer, i don't think you know him."
first of all, why would you assume he doesn't know anyone who isn't a sorcerer? that's rude. although he doesn't, it's still rude. and why would you even go out with a non-sorcerer? what could be so special about him that gojo can't offer?
but gojo can't let you go. call it what you want, he's not planning on letting go.
he's not a jealous man. he's the strongest, he has everything a man could want. jealousy is a feeling he's yet to meet. but now it burns in him. although gojo's eyes were ice blue, now they're burning. and the hottest fires always burn blue.
as if second instinct, he's quick to pull you onto his lap, earning a yelp and a wide-eyed look. it's enough to know he's getting what he wants. his fingers reach for that clothed, soft spot between your legs. his long fingers begin to move, slow and steady, making your hips moves softly to the rhythm he's created, begging for more fritction.
his lips ghost against your ears, not exactly touching the sensitive skin but touching it all the same.
"i don't think i know him, no. but i'll make sure you forget him. you don't need a guy like that."
↳FUSHIGURO TOJI
he stared at you for a few seconds, his gaze unreadable. toji is no fool, and he won't play your little game. especially not by your rules. toji is not bound by law, jujutsu, physical limit, or society. he won't let you mess around. not when he's so desperate to see you, albeit afraid of the commitment. not when he left his entire life, slowly becoming the perfect man so he could give you everything.
"what a silly joke. you know i'm not that dumb, don't you?"
he knows he's right when you stop for a fraction of a second, trying to contain your pretty smile. you deny, telling him that you're completely serious. you wanted a relationship, and you wanted to finally be able to be at 'peace'.
"oh really?" he quirks a brow, a look of clear amusement on his face. "that's too bad, i don't think women who cheat can find peace."
"it's just a single date, toji. i'm not cheating on him."
"not yet," he flips you around so you're laying right under his bulk form. you giggle, and it confirms his suspicions further. you were just testing him. good, he'll make sure this stays just a joke.
"hmm? are you jealous, toji?"
"of who?" he's quick. he's smart. and he won't let you mess around like that without getting something in return. he leans in, close to your neck. one of his hands find your waist, softly caressing the skin with calloused fingers. "we both know who you'll actually be with tonight."
↳JING YUAN
the general was in love with you. absolutely, utterly, completely in love. he couldn't admit it, not to you or to himself. but as your nights with him turned from one while you're drunk to more than he could possibly count, you infatuated him. you invaded him, corrupting his thoughts and time and feelings.
yuan wasn't sure if he was right for you, although he knew you were right for him. he didn't want to jump into a relationship he was unsure could last. yuan didn't think he could give you what you want, and you sure as hell wouldn't back down from what you deserve. that's why he admired you so much. you weren't easy. you won't allow him to bend you to his liking. you were a challenge he enjoyed.
"hmm? who's the lucky gentleman?"
jealousy was obvious, clear as day. disdain dripped from his usually sweet words. yuan was not taking the news too well, and it shows despite his soft smile.
"kaoru," you say a name he doesn't know. "do you know him?"
"i don't recall someone with such a name," he confessed, his eyes narrowing in thought. he tries but he doesn't know anyone wit that name. "is he good looking?"
you smile a little at his reaction, pleased with the jealousy he's showing. "i don't know. he's not my type, but i'm exploring options."
"what am i then? an option?" you almost snicker at the amount of petty in his question. he wants to confirm his worth, make sure that he's above comparison to you.
"don't be cruel, yuan," you give him the satisfaction of an answer. "it's not like that."
yuan tries to convince you to stay, kissing all over your neck just how you like it, reminding you who you're with and how you need not find another man because it is yuan you belong with. before he knows it it's heated, and he finds himself craving you more than ever.
"i want you," he whispers, one hand tangled in your hair and breath ragged.
"i'm yours to take, yuan."
usually, that's enough for him. but jealousy thrums in him and he pushes a little of you, his expression dark but it's not lust this time. "you're not," he breathes. his eyes study your feverish eyes. "you're going out with another man."
your eyes widen, you were so lost in him you forgot.
"shut up," you pull him towards you, mouths meeting in a lewd kiss. "it was a joke. "
