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Just let me do this. G. Satoru

Warnings: shameless smut, penetrative sex, fingering, reader has a pussy, she/her pronouns used, cum play, dirty talk, mostly praise but some degradation as well, some religious undertones? i guess. Some dom/sub undertones

Word Count: 1,5k

Gojo loved playing with your pretty pussy. He loved the texture, the warm and wet feeling on his fingers, he loved the taste, the smell, everything. Most of all though, he loved doing it to satisfy his selfish needs - whether it be after a particularly rough session of fucking, or in the middle of watching a movie, he loved teasing you to the point of tears. He preferred you pliant, soft, needy. Just like you were acting now.

Your body was still shaking after an earth-shattering orgasm, you were trying to catch your breath while Gojo held up a glass of cold water for you.

“Here baby, drink.” He said while bringing it to your lips and soothingly stroking your back. “You did so well for me, baby. Made me feel so good.” He murmured into your damp hair that he brushed back.

You finished your glass in one go, pulling away from him and laying straight on your back to calm the erratic beating of your heart. Fuck did you love him, but Gojo was starting to drive you insane. The marks he left on your body would surely be spotted by your friends tomorrow at the planned get-together, and you’ve had enough of Suguru’s incessant teasing, especially when Satoru was around. Not to mention, you will be walking funny tomorrow if you let your sensible side get lost again and fuck Gojo first thing in the morning. But it was hard thinking clearly while he was on your side, it was as if the spell he cast on you all those years when you met didn’t fade away at all. Not that Gojo’s devotion to you didn’t grow exponentially either.

Your lover’s voice brought you back to earth again, and at first, you didn’t pay enough attention to know what he was saying which caused him to smirk boyishly.

“Did I fuck your brains out, princess? Seems like my dick rearranged your insides so hard I gave you a concussion.” He laughed while manhandling your body into his desired position. You meant to go pee actually, but now it was as good as impossible with how two strong arms circled round your torso and brought your back closer to his muscular chest. God, he was so hot.

“Shut up, don’t piss me off, Toru. I don’t have the energy to kick your ass.” You mumbled ignoring his obscene comments. In response, he started peppering your back with kisses, some small and innocent while others were wet and open-mouthed. That’s Gojo Satoru for you.

His hands started traveling further down your soft tummy, resting on your tights that were still littered with “proof of his uttermost love and devotion.” as he called it. You knew where this was heading immediately after he traced shapes down your soft body, and you didn’t have to wait long until his skilled fingers started playing with your sloppy cunt.

“Satoru.” You said breathlessly, partially hiding your face in the pillows.

In response, one of his hands steadily grabbed your squishy thigh and placed it on his body to give him more access to your needy cunt, securing it there with his hand. “What is it, baby? I just want to play for a little bit.” He whispered into your ear. “You’ll be a good girl and let me, right? You know how I love touching her, just a little bit, okay.” He kissed the shell of your ear.

“She needs to know who she belongs to.” He said before starting his ministrations

Gojo started playfully, not even wanting to get you off, with one finger slowly dipping between your lips. He could feel his warm cum that slowly started to seep back out, even after he fucked it inside you repeatedly. The feelings of your combined releases on his finger made his softened cock twitch and he bit his lip in order to stop the whine that threatened to fall from his lips. He continued tracing his cum soiled fingers up your pussy, mischievously nudging your swollen clit causing you to let out a small moan.

“Good girl.” He praised knowing you got weak in the knees at the pet name. “ I won’t torture you too much this time, I promise, doll.” He said in a hushed tone and you knew fully that he was lying. You could tell by the first letter he was shaping into your overstimulated cunt - G.

After he was satisfied with that, he dipped back into your filled hole and repeated the motion with O, while you were left clenching around nothing. It was incredibly intimate, being claimed that way, with his cum, his name, his touch. And he knew it got you going almost as much as him, he knew you loved it when he took you like this - gently yet with intention.

J was the letter you hated and loved the most. When you felt his skilled fingers slowly move up to your clit to perfectly place the dot on top of it, your whole body shuddered at the direct stimulation. He continued to press on the little nub, tracing small circles into it, not showing an ounce of care for your worn-out body. His movements speed up while he bit and sucked on your neck, losing himself in the feeling and grinding his half-hard cock between your asscheeks.

“Shh, just let it go, baby, let me claim this cunt like she’s begging me to do. She loves being treated like this, like my pretty cumdump.” He praised sweetly. His grip on your thigh tightened and his hips sped up slightly.

“Come on slut. Don’t make it repeat myself. Fucking cum.” He growled into your ear and slapped your clit once before continuing his abuse on your poor button. That was enough to have you gushing, pushing the rest of his cum out of your spent hole while you continued to clench around nothing. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, while your mouth opened slightly into the perfect O shape.

“F-fuck yesss. ” He groaned, biting his lip while looking at you. His cock shot out small droplets of cum, which surprised Gojo, he was expecting to be shooting blanks by now, with how much he came inside you just minutes prior.

“Yes, baby, yess. I’m so proud of you, knew your sensitive pussy would still handle this. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He babbled between kisses while slowing down his movements to help you ride out your orgasm.

“Look what you’re doing to me baby, driving me insane. I can never let go of you, fuck, I cannot live without this, without you by my side. Will kill anyone who ever tries to get between us.” He continued, that last part was a bit uncalled for but Gojo always spoke from his heart after a good nut.

Your blue-eyed prince repeated the movements of his fingers, for the umpteenth time, almost religiously in the way he seemed to worship your cunt like a priest handling the holiest of artifacts. When his fingers met your wet and pulsing entrance he audibly moaned and dipped his finger in to collect your wetness.

“Just one more, princess, one more.” He whispered while kissing you softly in appreciation that you were still letting him do this after your orgasm left you gasping, small tears running down your cheeks.

“Mhm, love you, Toru.” You babbled, so far into subspace not fully understanding what you were saying. Feeling lost in his touch.

He softly pumped his finger thrice for good measure, and finally traced his perfectly manicured finger into the last letter of his last name. He purposefully avoided your clit this time, satisfied with the outcome.

Well partially, he was thinking of eating your pussy out after writing his full name and making you go completely braindead, but he will save it for another time. He was rough on you before, making you finish on his cock so many times both he and you lost count. In his defense, it was impossible to do it any other way, he wanted to devour you whole, show you why he was the closest thing to a god a man could possibly be. He would give you the world if you asked nonchalantly about it, how could he control himself around you in any way? With a goddess like you by his side.

“I’m done now, sweetheart. Thank you so much.” He said as he gently moved you on the bed and kissed the valley between your breasts, his crystal eyes following every move of your chest to make sure you were okay. “Let’s get you cleaned up, you need to pee.” He stated before picking your limp body in his strong embrace.

You left a few kisses on his damp chest, loving the salty taste on your lips. “Yes, I would like that. I love you so much.” You mumbled with your eyes closed, still not fully out of your headspace, knowing he would take care of you like he always does.

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“LET’S HAVE ANOTHER BABY.”

♡ — SUMMARY: After getting adopted by you & Satoru, Yuji & Megumi are both adjusting to their new lives differently. Meanwhile, you & Satoru decide to have another baby.

♡ — CONTENT: 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI — smut (penetration, unprotected sex, finishing inside, oral fem receiving), fem reader, fluff, slight angst (megumi and yuji aren’t used to feeling loved, megumi worries a lot). you & Satoru have a biological daughter.

♡ — WC: 5K

♡ — A/N: this is part 4 to my dad!gojo series. I’d really recommend reading the previous part, but it isn’t necessary.

“ . . . and my brother’s room is next to mine, and my sister’s room is down the hall! Mom and Dad’s room is downstairs. Do you have any of those? A mom and dad? I have both now!”

Standing in line at a family-owned restaurant known as Happy Crepes — where the employees, young and old, happily made sweet or savory crepes in front of you, and everything was decorated in a soft yellow color, too — Yuji Itadori grinned, placing the clear straw belonging to his cup of soda in between his teeth.

As he stood there, chatting with the twenty-something-year-old employee behind the counter who took a scoop of crepe batter and spread it in a circular motion on the pan, his curious eyes watched the crepe start to form.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” the employee paused, “but most teenagers are sick of their parents and siblings. Why are you so . . . Ya know . . .”

“Why do I keep talking about them?” Yuji tilted his head a bit, raising his eyebrows, one hand in his pocket as the other one held on to his cup.

“Yeah.”

“Oh!” With a bright smile, Yuji said, “Well, they adopted me!”

“Oh, really?” This time, the man raised his eyebrows, but in surprise. He stepped to the right, grabbing the handle of a large spoon sitting inside of the bowl of chopped strawberries, and he gave it a little stir. “Congratulations, dude. I heard it’s rare for teenagers to get adopted.”

“Thanks,” Yuji’s smile never faltered. “The crepes are for my mom and dad, actually. They do a lot for me, so I try to do what I can for them, ya know? I wasn’t alone for my entire life, I had my grandpa until he passed away, but . . . having a mom? It’s the greatest thing ever. Kinda weird having someone wait for you to come home, or worry about whether or not your clothes are warm enough. The other day — when it was really cold for some reason — we all went to a baseball game, and she got upset with me for not remembering to bring a jacket.”

“And you were happy about that? Your mom being mad at you?” The employee flipped the crepe.

“Yeah, I was. She was only upset with me because she cared about me. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have minded if I froze my butt off. Anyway, she got me a hotdog afterward.”

As the employee prepared two crepes with chocolate syrup, chopped strawberries, and whipped cream, he listened to the younger boy continue to ramble on and on about his family.

It was fascinating, truly.

Most teenagers his age wouldn’t have thought twice about their parents buying them concession stand food or would have been annoyed if their mothers fussed about them forgetting to bring a jacket. But Yuji cherished every single memory.

Yuji grabbed the paper bag with crepes inside, paid for the sweet treats, and made his way out of the glass door as he said to the employee, “I’ll see you later! Thanks!”

—

MEANWHILE . . .

“Satoru,” with a small grin, you grabbed a little black dress off of the rack, pressing it against your body as you turned to face your husband. “What do you think? Should I get this?”

Gojo smirked, his blue eyes scanning the dress from behind his sunglasses.

“I think it looks great,” leaning down, he pressed a kiss against your cheek, and when he pulled away, he whispered in your ear, “Buy whatever you want. I’m just happy I’ll get to take it off of you later.”

“Hush!” You couldn’t fight off the grin that decorated your beautiful face. “We’re in public, have some decorum. It’s a very nice store, and I’d hate to get kicked out because of your dirty mouth.”

“Really?” He pressed a gentle kiss against your ear. “Quicker we get kicked out, quicker we can go home, and I can finally-”

“Mommy?” your biological daughter, Maya, suddenly appeared at your side and tugged on your clothes, looking up at you with eyes glistening with worry and concern. “I’m hungry.”

“We will get some lunch as soon as Yuji comes back, okay, honey? Let’s go check out so we’ll be ready.” Pulling away from your lovingly frustrating husband, you smile down at your little girl as you spoke. Then, you tossed the black dress in your cart, which was packed with clothes for your entire family.

It was a rather beautiful Saturday and the perfect day to go shopping with everyone.

While walking along the plaza, packed with amazing stores and restaurants, Yuji broke away from you all momentarily as he eagerly wanted to go into Happy Crepes.

Meanwhile, the rest of you made your way around the high-priced clothing store.

Making your way toward the checkout area, you glanced around, frowning a bit as you said, “Where’s Megumi?”

“Meg-mi’s over there,” your daughter pointed at the quiet teenager behind you — a short distance away — who lingered around, holding two outfits and a pair of shoes in his arms.

She ran up to him, grabbed ahold of his clothes — one habit your little girl hadn’t been able to break yet, grabbing at people’s clothes and whatnot — and she pulled him along until they both caught up with you and Satoru.

“Are you alright?” You questioned Megumi, taking the clothes he picked out and putting them into your cart. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry too? We’re about to have lunch.”

“It’s not that,” Megumi mumbled. “I’m fine.”

You shared a look with Satoru. It was obvious Megumi was lying.

Being that your biological daughter was still young, you didn’t start reading the “Raising a Teenager” book series until you adopted Megumi and Yuji, and needed to learn as much as you could as soon as possible.

And — according to Chapter 6 — teenagers would often lie to hide their feelings from their parents out of embarrassment, shyness, or simply because they think their parents don’t understand them.

And for an adopted teenager, one who had their fair share of trauma as well, it was all the more true.

“Are you sure?” You asked once again, giving him a look of caring concern.

“Yeah.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Hey,” Satoru looked over at you as he suddenly spoke up. “Why don’t you go ahead and check out? I wanna have a little chat with Megumi.”

“Alright,” a wave of relief washed over you, and you looked down at your little girl. “Come on, honey.”

After all, Satoru was more than just a new parent. He had been Megumi’s teacher for a decade as well, and if anyone could figure out what was wrong, it was him.

Satoru looked down at the grumpy teenager.

“Let me guess,” he paused. “You didn’t wanna buy any new clothes, did you?”

“It just feels weird.” Megumi’s response — which came out rushed and in a brutally honest tone, caught Satoru by surprise a bit. He didn’t expect him to open up so quickly, much less while standing in the middle of a store.

“How?”

“She asked me to pick out some clothes, but I didn’t know if I was getting too much, or not enough. I also didn’t know if I was supposed to ask if what I picked was okay or not, or if I was just supposed to put it in the cart.”

“Oh, I see,” Satoru said. “You’re used to buying your own clothes, and not thinking much about it.”

“Yeah,” Megumi looked down at his shoes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful, but it’s just odd for me. I’ll get used to it, though.”

As the dark-haired boy spoke, Satoru realized something — an unspoken truth that Megumi had revealed with his words.

“I’m grateful . . . I’ll get used to it . . .”

Those little phrases were shoved in as Megumi spoke about his feelings, almost as if he didn’t want to offend Satoru, but the older man knew that it was something deeper than that.

“Megumi,” Satoru lowered his voice a bit, pausing as his student and son looked up at him. “We’re not going to change our minds about wanting you to be a part of this family just because you’re not adjusting as fast as Yuji.”

Megumi was silent. Shocked.

“I know it’s a lot,” Satoru smiled softly. “Family dinners, movie nights, chores, constant hugging . . . and I went from being your teacher to being your dad. I get it, kid. But you don’t have to call us mom and dad anytime soon, alright? And it’s okay if it takes you a while to settle in. Just know that we care about you.”

As Megumi gave a small nod, the white-haired man reached over and ruffled his hair. And, like clockwork, Megumi told him to cut it out while fighting off a smile.

Truth be told, Megumi wasn’t completely unfamiliar with being loved and cared for by you and Gojo.

After all, he had known both of you for years, long before you officially adopted him, and while it wasn’t as constant as it was now, he always received some form of affection from you both — be it clothes, a warm meal every now and then, or a place to stay when being on campus wasn’t preferred.

But officially being your son now meant that he had a family, and the amount of affection and caring acts he received had doubled. Tripled, even.

He loved it, truly. Despite everything that he had been through, he was still a kid, and he naturally dreamed of having a loving family. He was no different than Yuji when it came to that.

But he was also scared. Terrified. He’d lie awake at night in his new bed in his new bedroom, unable to close his eyes and rest.

What if you changed your mind about wanting him? He wasn’t as hyper and affectionate as Yuji, and you only decided to adopt Megumi — despite having known him for years — once Yuji appeared in your life fairly recently.

Perhaps, you only adopted Megumi as well simply so he wouldn’t feel left out. That would make sense, right? Why else would you want to call a grumpy, overly independent teenager your son?

He’d always try to shake off those negative thoughts. Part of him knew that you and Gojo truly cared for him. Part of him knew that — despite what his anxiety led him to believe — he could rest comfortably in his new bed, because it belonged to him, and you would never take it from him.

But he was scared of something else, too.

Being loved.

He truly didn’t grasp the concept of it — it, being love — until he came home one day, later than planned, and found that you were wide awake in the middle of the night, waiting for him, worry written all over your face.

It was the same look from that one night when you all went to the baseball game, and you realized that Yuji didn’t have a jacket.

What frightened him about being loved was the fact that if something happened to you or anyone else in his new family, it would break his heart. He had already lost enough.

What if you died? Or, what if he died? Then your heart would be broken. You’d grieve the loss of your son.

In his eyes, love meant loss. Especially with a family of sorcerers.

So, now, he had a goal: to always protect his family, and try not to die doing it.

—

An hour had passed.

Yuji had returned with crepes for you and Satoru, which you decided to save for dessert, despite your sugar-loving husband’s complaints.

The restaurant was an unfamiliar setting, quite different from the typical cheap cafes Yuji and Megumi were used to going to by themselves.

Even so, it was undoubtedly a family restaurant despite the high-end nature of it.

The family of five took their seats around the table and opened their menus — most of them, at least, as Maya opened her coloring book instead.

When Megumi’s eyes scanned the high-priced items listed on the beige, foldable, laminated menu with a black leather binding, he immediately started to search for the cheapest item he could find.

“What are you gonna get, muffin?” Satoru gently pinched his daughter’s cheek, making the adorable girl giggle.

“Everything!” She kicked her feet in excitement.

“Really?” With a grin, Yuji said to his younger sister from across the table, “You think you can eat everything off of the menu?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Alright, alright,” you sighed happily. “We can worry about eating everything off of the menu later. What does everyone want to order?”

“Uh,” Yuji looked at the menu once again. He loved to eat everything. “I need another minute here.”

“Okay,” you darted your eyes over to Megumi. “What about you, Megumi?”

“I’ll get a plain bowl of ramen. I’ll just drink water too.”

“Plain?” A worried frown appeared across your face. “Are you sure? You don’t want any toppings? And the water is complimentary, so you can get something else to drink.”

“Are you sick?” Yuji questioned, tilting his head a bit, as he noticed that the other boy seemed more quiet than usual today.

“No, I’m fine,” Megumi responded plainly.

Suddenly, Maya started to push her coloring book and crayons toward Megumi, whom she insisted on sitting next to. He was the coolest person ever at the moment. Cooler than Barbie.

“It’s okay, I don’t need to color,” Megumi said to the young girl. “I’m feeling okay, I promise.”

Satoru tapped your thigh. When you looked over at him, he leaned in, whispering, “We need to talk.”

You nodded. Together, you both left the table and stepped outside after telling your children that you would both be right back.

“You know what he’s doing, right?” Satoru asked, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Yeah. He’s ordering the cheapest item so we don’t spend that much money on him,” you looked up at Satoru with a frown. “What should we do? Should we just order for him? If we tell him he can get whatever he wants, he’ll just lie and insist that he actually wants a plain bowl of noodles. And I know he’d really like the ginger chicken stir-fry thing. I just wish he knew how much we cared about him.”

“He knows we care, sweetheart. That isn’t the problem. He’s just not used to being spoiled like this, and he doesn’t want us to feel like we have to do things for him. We just need to give him some time, okay? Being adopted is a lot to take in. Come here.” Satoru pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. “We’ll figure it out. He knows we love him, and that’s the most important thing.”

“Okay,” you mumbled with a small pout. “Well, what are you gonna order? A steak? We could both get different things and just take stuff off of each other’s plate.”

“What I want isn’t on the menu,” Satoru smirked humorously, his hands around your waist, threatening to travel lower down your body. He truly didn’t care about being in public.

“You’re acting wild today,” you said in a warning, yet playful tone, wrapping your arms around your husband, despite your words. “What’s gotten into you?”

“The fact that I haven’t gotten into you in a while, that’s what,” Satoru grinned as he whispered his dirty words into your ear. “I was just thinking about how much I dislike odd numbers. I mean, three kids? A family of five?”

“What’s your point?” You said. “And make it quick. I’m starving.”

“Well, aside from the fact that I haven’t had the chance to fuck you in ages,” Satoru pulled away from you, looking into your eyes as he spoke. “I think we should have another baby.”

The look of surprise that appeared across your face was absolutely precious, and when it melted into a heartwarming smile, Satoru’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.

God, he just loved you so much.

Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him.

“Your timing is shitty — I mean, we’re standing outside of a restaurant wondering why our adopted teenage son wants to order a struggle meal, but I agree with you. I wanna have another baby too.”

Satoru kissed you quickly and softly — any longer, and he’d have to take you home immediately and get started on that baby-making process.

You both walked back into the restaurant and found that your daughter had given Megumi and Yuji a page of her coloring book and a few crayons, making her older brothers color with her. They couldn’t say no, of course. The little girl had them wrapped around her finger.

“Can someone pass me a red?” Yuji scratched his head as he looked at his plain, uncolored princess. “I can’t make her wear an orange dress.”

“I’ll switch with you,” Megumi offered, staring at his half-colored tiger. “Red for an orange?”

“Yeah.”

The two teenagers swapped crayons as you and Satoru returned to your seats.

“Everything alright?” Yuji blinked up at you.

“Yeah, we were just discussing something, don’t worry,” you smiled softly. “Did you figure out what you want?”

“Yeah! Wait, no. Come back to me.”

“Alright,” with a soft laugh, you glanced at Megumi and said, “And for you, Megumi, I was actually thinking that you might enjoy the ginger chicken stir-fry. I think a plain bowl of noodles wouldn’t be a good option.”

As you spoke, Satoru reached across Maya and discreetly grabbed the menu lying next to Megumi, preventing the boy from grabbing it and checking the price. To avoid drawing any suspicion, he grabbed everyone else’s menus as well — aside from Yuji’s, who still couldn’t decide what he wanted. Everything sounded so delicious.

“That’s fine with me,” Megumi agreed.

Your plan had worked.

Making it seem like it was entirely your idea, rather than something Megumi would have wanted, had paid off.

Later on, as the waiter sat a steaming plate of sauteed chicken, a variety of vegetables, and a side of rice down in front of him, he had to fight off the urge to smile.

And while he wouldn’t admit it, he was beyond happy.

—

Once Saturday night rolled around, the dark sky glistening with visible stars to compliment the perfect weather — not too hot, not too cold — Megumi and Yuji decided to hang out with their friends from school, while Maya spent the night at her aunt’s house, undoubtedly playing with her cousins.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you and Satoru were home alone.

Snuggled up together on the couch in your living room, Titanic was displayed on your T.V., and you and Satoru were underneath a big blanket.

His arm was resting around your shoulders, and a big bowl of untouched popcorn was leaning against his leg — dangerously close to falling over — as you and Satoru were too busy eating the crepes that Yuji had bought you both earlier during the day.

Or, at least, Satoru was too busy eating the crepes.

You were too busy staring at your phone.

With a sigh, Satoru grabbed the remote, pausing the depressing movie.

“We should watch Titanic,” Satoru said in a teasing, mocking tone as he imitated you, repeating your words from the conversation you both had earlier. “We haven’t seen it, and all of our friends have seen it.”

“I’m sorry,” You smiled sadly, “I’m about to put my phone down. Yuji just texted and said they were all going to the movies and then have a sleepover on campus, so I just . . .”

“They’re fine,” Satoru gently grabbed your phone, pressed the power button, and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. “They fight curses, you know. They can take care of themselves. Trust me.”

“Yeah, but this is also only Maya’s second time spending the night away from us, so I need to keep my phone with me.”

“You need to relax, baby. You’re so stressed out,” Satoru moved the popcorn bucket and put it on the floor, and he pulled you in closer. “You shouldn’t worry about things unless you have a reason to worry. Your phone’s still on, okay? So if it goes off, you can answer it, but until then, try to relax.”

“You’re right,” you said. “Alright, I’m ready. You can press play.”

“No, I don’t want to,” Satoru looked down at you with a playful frown. “This movie’s depressing and we already know what happens. The ship sinks.”

“You’re such an idiot,” changing your position just a bit, you rested your head in his lap and turned over onto your back to look up at his handsome face. “What do you wanna watch, then? There’s that new superhero movie, or we can watch one of the shows we’ve been meaning to catch up on.”

“We can watch something later,” Satoru sighed. “Right now, I just wanna fuck my wife.”

Suddenly, your husband scooped his hand underneath your head, and he lifted your head. Then, leaning over a bit, he connected his lips with yours.

It wasn’t a soft or gentle public-friendly kiss, either.

It was slow, deep, and passionate — his tongue instantly swirled around yours in a way that made you both moan into each other’s mouths.

When Satoru pulled away, a string of spit falling from his lips, he leaned in once again. He couldn’t help it — he missed being absolutely filthy with his wife.

Satoru alternated between kissing you as deeply as he could and sucking on your little tongue. As he did so, that large hand of his started to mess with the button of your pants.

Without interrupting the kiss — at this point, he would rather die than pull away — Satoru unbuttoned your pants, and placed his hand over your clothed cunt. Slowly, he rubbed your clit through the fabric of your panties, falling in love with your little moans.

Much to his dismay, and yours, Satoru ended the kiss. While he could have tasted your mouth and tongue forever and never get sick of it, not once needing to take a second to breathe, he was desperate to finally have you underneath him and he couldn’t wait any longer.

“I let you spend a ton of money because seeing you buy whatever you want makes my day. You know that, right?”

You nodded happily, thinking about the new and expensive outfits, shoes, and accessories that you purchased earlier.

“Well, I think it’s only fair that, in exchange, you let me fuck you all night long.” As Satoru spoke, he could feel your panties dampen a bit against his fingers, and he grinned. “Seems like you like the sound of that too, huh?”

“Let’s go to our room,” you said breathlessly, as his circulating fingers were driving you crazy, even through the cloth of your underwear.

But your wish was Gojo’s command.

Soon enough, Satoru was tossing you on the enormous bed, and taking off your clothes as quickly as his hands would allow him to.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Satoru said, his body hovering over yours.

Your faces were only inches away from each other, his gorgeous pale skin and blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight peeking in through the curtains of your big bedroom window.

He kissed your cheek.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered against your skin, warm breath patting against your face.

“What do you mean?” Looking up at him, you frowned a bit. “We’re always together aside from your work trips.”

“I mean that I miss being alone with you like this,” Satoru kissed your lips softly. “Making love with your husband hasn’t been on your to-do list in a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I know you’re busy keeping this family happy and healthy, and I love you for that, but I’ve missed having you under me like this. I’ve missed your body . . . you’re so goddamn beautiful, did you know that?”

“Yeah, you tell me every day.” you gave him a soft smile, one that held a hint of playfulness behind it, but admiration as well. “Are we going to keep wasting time talking or are you going to fuck me?”

You raised your knee in between Satoru’s legs, pressing it against the hard, clothed bulge belonging to the gorgeous man above you, and he groaned.

“Careful, Mrs. Gojo.”

With a smile of his own, Satoru leaned in and kissed your cheek. Then, he kissed your jaw and started making a trail of soft kisses across your beautiful skin. Your neck. Your collarbone. Your chest. Your stomach.

Nearly every part of your being was touched by his lips as he treasured the feeling of you — his perfect wife, a little detail he couldn’t seem to get over even years later; you were actually his wife — and he didn’t pause his kisses until his head was in between your soft thighs.

And only after he left kisses on them as well, of course.

Satoru pressed his buttery lips against your wet folds, kissing your pussy lips and treating himself to the scent of you before the taste.

But, your sweet smell nearly drove him crazy, and he couldn’t wait any longer. His tongue touched your clit. A pretty moan fell from between your lips, whereas a muffled one came from him, as he enjoyed licking your clit just as much as you cherished the feeling of his tongue against your button.

While he wanted to tease you, he couldn’t.

That tongue of his ran circles around your clit before darting down to your aching hole and pushing in a bit, and his moans only intensified the delicious warmth you felt swirling around in the pit of your stomach.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh, both to stop your squirming and use his fingers to hold your pussy lips open and give him better access to your clit.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, do you hear me?” His breath patted against your cunt as he spoke.

And when you nodded — speaking was just as difficult as staying still — Satoru reconnected his mouth to your clit.

As he stared at you, he rapidly licked at your button with his tongue, and — god, the way you moaned, squirmed, and gripped the thick sheets was a beautiful, unholy sight.

“Satoru,” you called out like a prayer.

“Cum in my mouth,” he ordered once again. “Be a good wife and cum in my mouth right now.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding your pussy lips open, Satoru palmed at his clothed cock. The bulge was becoming impossibly hard with every pretty moan that fell from your lips, and while he was certain he’d cum in his pants if you came in his mouth, he would have to stay strong.

He wanted to pour every bit of cum his body could produce inside of your body, not smear it on the inside of his underwear.

Finally, your sweet juices started to flood his mouth once he attached his lips to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. That was what made the pleasure slowly brewing inside of you overwhelm your senses, so much so that you couldn’t even properly warn your beloved that you were close to cumming all over his lips and tongue.

But he was ready.

He wouldn’t dare miss a single drop. He licked up every bit of it like a starving man and savored the taste of you — a flavor he so desperately missed. Jerking his cock in the shower while daydreaming about eating your cunt just wasn’t enough.

“Tastes so good,” he moaned breathlessly, pulling away from your pussy, although it pained him to do so. He could spend his entire life in between your legs and never complain.

Satoru sat up on the edge of the bed. First, he removed his shirt, exposing his perfect physique. Then, he slowly took off his belt, the click-clanks of the belt’s leather and buckle made you start squirming yet again.

“Hurry up,” you frowned.

“You’re so impatient,” Satoru pulled off his pants and underwear. “I’ve had to wait weeks for this, but you wanna rush me now?”

Satoru leaned over, kissing your pouty lips.

“I wanna be a little rougher with you tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yes, just hurry. Stop teasing me.”

A cocky smile appeared upon Satoru’s face, which hovered above yours.

“Just make sure you’re nice and loud for me, or I won’t let you cum. I wanna get sick of hearing my own name, do you understand me?”

Before an obedient response was given, Satoru started to slowly thrust into you.

Very few pleasurable experiences in life could compare to that of being inside of your warm pussy.

Your walls clenched around his cock, pulling him in as he sunk his big cock in deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of you.

He could barely stand it — the feeling you gave him. He leaned down further, his lips against your ear, and slowly, he started to move.

He fucked you calmly at first, treating you like a fragile piece of glass as he thrusted in and out of your hole.

But that didn’t last very long. He couldn’t help it.

Tucking his arm underneath your knee, Satoru raised your leg to fuck you as deeply as he could, and he picked up his pace, finding a nice rhythm that forced moans to fall out of his throat and pour into your ear.

“Fuck, baby, I could cum right now,” he moaned yet again. “You feel so good, I don’t think I can hold it for long.”

“Satoru,” you called out. Your nails started to dig into his back. Any red scratches that would appear across his skin in the morning would be his fault, as he was the one who started to fuck you faster and faster, drilling you into the mattress until you had no choice but to hold on to something — anything.

“Fuck, Satoru, oh my god-”

He bucked his hips wildly as you shouted his name. Filthy words were whispered into your ear, all of which were cut off by uncontrollable moans erupting from him. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum right inside of you, baby. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to fill you up, right?”

“Y-Yes, please,” a pathetic moan followed your words.

“Then take it for me. Take my cock,” he ran his tongue across your ear.

Once your second orgasm started to approach, you were in too much of a daze to warn him properly.

After all, that big dick of his slammed in and out of you, fucking away every thought that wasn’t about him fucking you, driving away every emotion that wasn’t pure and utter pleasure, and taking away the ability to say anything other than shouts of his name.

Luckily, Satoru’s wealth had purchased a home where neighbors weren’t too close by. If they were, then they would surely complain about the noise.

The feeling of your cum gushing over Satoru’s cock is what pushed him over the edge. He moved away from your ear, taking in the pretty sight of your face as you came yet again.

“Satoru-” your moans were interrupted by him pressing his lips against yours, kissing you as deeply as he could. The pleasure of your pussy milking his cock and covering him in your juices started to overwhelm him as well.

Beads of sweat appeared across his forehead.

His rhythm grew sloppy, his quick pace making the mattress squeak.

Then, there it was. That sweet feeling.

As warm pleasure started to swirl around in his gut, he swirled his tongue around yours.

Satoru pulled away from the kiss, and warned, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming, baby, take it. Take all of it, baby — shit, I’m-”

He moaned loudly as he shut his eyes in pure bliss. And when he came, he continued to thrust, wanting to fuck every last drop of his semen inside of you, and keep it there.

Moving one of his hands in between you, he pressed it against your stomach, which only intensified both the feeling of his cock inside of you, and his cum filling up your insides.

“You feel that? Feel me stuffing you?” He questioned as he tried to catch his breath. Then, he pulled out of your messy hole. “Get some rest, because we’re gonna do it again. I gotta make sure you take every last drop of my cum if we’re gonna have another baby.”

“How long of a break?” You started to sit up, but truth be told, you didn’t want to move at all. You just wanted your husband’s cock back inside of you. “Thirty seconds?”

Satoru laughed a bit, and he reached forward, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Then, he ran his thumb over your lips. “You’re still so impatient, hm? I told you that I’m gonna fuck you all night long, and I meant it.”

Satoru kissed you once again.

Soon after, he switched positions with you, laying his back against the bed as you straddled him, his hands on your hips as he guided you toward his awaiting cock.

That very next day, a beautiful Sunday which typically served as a chore day for the entire family, your children couldn’t help but notice that you and Satoru were incredibly tired and rather insistent upon washing your bedroom sheets yourselves.

♡ — thanks for reading!

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lotussuns · 3 months

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intro post (ill make a better one when i have time sorry)

hi im dn im 21 and i just started my writing journey!! all requests, comments and criticisms are welcome and much appreciated.

pls don't follow or interact if youre a minor+ the basic dni criteria.

fandoms i write for: jjk, thats the only fandom i see myself writing for as of now :)

what i won't write:

anything scat, pee and vomit related.

non-con (dub con is ok)

incest

gore

heavy angst

requests always open <3

anyway yeah i promise ill work on the aesthetics when i have time hopefully this will do for now.

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lotussuns · 3 months

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satoru could never say no to you

it wasn’t in his vocabulary when speaking to you, all that came out of his mouth was “yes, of course baby.”

especially… when it came to sex.

now you didn’t ask simply if the both of you could fuck, that’s barbaric, you’ll play it smooth.

you’ll be laying, slowly backing your ass into his lower half, acting like you didn’t know what you were doing, and he would fall for it.

every. single. time.

sometimes it would be your body that told him that you wanted it, but then it would be that stare.

those bedroom eyes telling him to fuck you raw, make you feel good, he was a sucker for you and could never say no.

wanted to spend thousands of dollars off his card? go ahead! want to beat him over the head with a hammer? have at it.

satoru gojo didn’t care what it was, he was at your every waking call.

if you said… “give me dick now.” he would have it on a silver platter, this man had no shame, as long as you were happy.

that afterglow you had every time he gave in made him blush and hard, no matter the context.

he would continue to provide and give you everything, because he can never say no to you.

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lotussuns · 3 months

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Just let me do this. G. Satoru

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Your body was still shaking after an earth-shattering orgasm, you were trying to catch your breath while Gojo held up a glass of cold water for you.

Your lover’s voice brought you back to earth again, and at first, you didn’t pay enough attention to know what he was saying which caused him to smirk boyishly.

“Satoru.” You said breathlessly, partially hiding your face in the pillows.

“She needs to know who she belongs to.” He said before starting his ministrations

“Mhm, love you, Toru.” You babbled, so far into subspace not fully understanding what you were saying. Feeling lost in his touch.

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