#gojo scenarios

[saltoru]

being a jujutsu sorcerer and a parent rarely ends well. sorcerers who have to fight for their lives everyday barely have any time and energy even for themselves. adding babies to the picture is hard to imagine.

but gojo was determined to balance his work and personal life when you entered his life, which is why he has a baby girl strapped to his chest as he holds up his hand and crosses his fingers, already to send a special grade curse into his domain.

"daddy~" his baby babbles, cheek squished against his purple uniform.

"yes, baby?" gojo smiles down at his baby and gently sweeps her hair out of her eyes. he pays little to no attention to the curse, who had already spread out their domain and is currently sending wave after wave of attacks, all of which gojo repels with a touch. "this is domain expansion," he gently explains to her, smirking at the curse who is obviously offended that he wasn't taking them seriously. "in a second, you're gonna see daddy's domain."

his baby blinks and shuffles around in the strap, whining a bit as she tries to get comfortable. for all she knows, it's too dark and hot and she misses mommy's smell.

before she knows it, the space around her begins to look like the night sky, and she can't see the curse anymore.

"this is my domain," her daddy says, but she misses seeing the sun. why is it nighttime all of the sudden?

"nooo" she whines as she kicks around. where's the ice cream he promised her earlier? and where is mommy? she doesn't want to go to sleep yet!

"not easily impressed, hm?" he laughs, protectively holding his baby's head against his chest as he closes up his domain after finishing off the curse.

"let's go get ice cream, yeah?" he ruffles her hair and holds up her hands, dancing them up in the air with a huge grin. the sunlight hits her face again and a smile quickly reappears. "you did so good today. did you learn a lot about jujutsu fights today? did'ja enjoy our little adventure together?"

"ice cweam" she smiles, doing a few happy kicks. and that's how the tradition of getting ice cream after missions started for the daddy-daughter pair.

#dad!gojo fills an empty spot in my heart #AW HE'S SO PERFECT #and then yaga found out he brings his baby to missions #and yaga quickly scolded gojo #“but my wife needs a girls' day” he just shrugs #he LIVES for these daddy-daughter adventures #when fighting a curse he's just like “my baby's watching so let me show off a bit” #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo scenarios #gojo #dad!gojo

[peaktora]

𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 ˚◞♡ ⃗ satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ your husband is unbearably clingy.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. no pronouns used or specified gender for the reader. intended lowercase. established relationship (#married).

a/n. — i’m warning u guys right now that this is not proofread 😭 .. i literally just typed this up rq and posted it bc it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something on here

p.s. the prompt was in my notes from a longgg time ago, but i believe it’s from @/creativepromptsforwriting .. if not please lmk !!

"c'mere, hold my hand," satoru pleads for what has to be the third time. he pouts at you, who’s sitting on the countertop.

your brows furrow as you look up from your phone, "but, you're washing the dishes?”

he twists the faucet handle, and a steady stream of water flows down. after a brief glance at you, he places the plate beneath the water and says, "i know how to multitask, baby."

clinginess is defined as “the tendency to stay near someone for emotional support, protection, ect.” but there has to be another term for what satoru is, because you can't give any of those things while holding his hand right now.

you let out a deep breath and turn off your phone, watching as the screen fades to black. "satoru, there's no way i'm sticking my hand in that dirty dishwater," you say, sliding your phone into your pocket.

he practically shoves the plate into the drying rack. "i can't believe this," he huffs. "we literally had vows."

“what are y—“

“we had vows that said you’d love me in sickness and in health.”

"well…are you sick?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

he pauses his task of washing dishes, leaving them untouched. leaning over the sink, he rests his arms against its edge. he steals a furtive glance at you, only to find your gaze locked onto him. with a hint of hesitation, he softly mumbles, "no..." before you can respond, he interrupts, "but i’m in health, and the vows said that you have to love and cherish me in this state too."

you lean back, searching your mind for what the alternative of holding his hand would be. because in no world would you hold his hand in dishwasher. then, it hits you. "for now, would a hug make you feel better?"

he answers your question with a hum, and you can't believe he's debating whether or not to accept your offer after all that drama over holding hands in dishwater. even so, he adds, "i'll have to give it some thought."

two can play that game.

“it’s okay,” you say, gracefully hopping down from the counter. a smirk spreads across your face. “i could just go—sit on the couch?” slowly, you start to walk in his direction and make your way over to the living room.

he doesn’t say anything, letting you do as you please. it’s not until you start to pass by him, that you get the reaction you wanted.

or atleast, somewhat similar to what you wanted.

"on second thought—" he exclaims, and the dishwater swirls around him as he turns around, his hands still wet and dripping.

you cringe as small puddles gather on the tiles. "hey—" but he interrupts you as he reaches out to grab your wrist. “ew—I—what the hell?”

you instinctively try to pull back, but he slips his wet hand in yours; sealing your fate.

“satoru—”

“what happened to nicknames?”

“satoru.”

"’m not sure who that is. i go by a lot of names, but not that one. lets go down the list, yeah?” he clears his throat. “i go by "babe, baby, swe—"

"you should consider adding "gojo" to that list."

"now, when have you ever called me gojo?”

"right now, in exactly ten seconds.” your husband gasps, hanging his mouth open. “satoru go—"

“woah woah woah—what’d i do to deserve this treatment?”

“you put your dirty dishwater hand in mine.” you jerk your hand back, struggling to escape free of his grip.

his grip tightens on your hand, “if you’re feeling like not loving me today then just say that.”

“hey—don’t discredit me. i offered you a hug and you said you had to “think” about it.”

“cause holding your hand ‘s better.”

you sigh, “after you’re done with the dishes, you can hold my hand as long as you want.“

he lets out a soft, thoughtful hum—the same hum that got you both into this situation in the first place. at the same time you shake your head, a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes, and a smile twists onto the edges of his lips. "deal" he says, shaking your hand. “but before-“

you tsk, making him drop his excuse.

“wh—“

"the quicker these dishes get done, the quicker you’ll be able to hold my hand. so get on with it—go," you playfully command, and his grip loosens in response. seizing the opportunity, you slide your hand out of his grasp. you look down at it, seeing bits of food that’ve stuck to your palm. gross.

you walk over to the sink, feeling the cool water flow over your hand, washing away the food and dirt that clung to your skin. as you stand there, you hear satoru's voice grumbling from behind, "i hate doing dishes,” and you can’t help but snort.

before you know it, you feel his presence close behind you, his body pressing against yours. his arms encircle you, creating a cozy pocket of space between the counter and his body. satoru leans over your shoulder, gets a sponge from the soapy water, and starts washing a bowl. you simply lean back and look at his features.

the sight almost makes you want to stay in his arms forever. that is, until you realize the predicament you're in.

“you did not,” you whine. you desperately try to break free from the cage he’s trapped you in, but your attempts prove more and more pointless.

"oh, yes, i did," he declares with a smile. “what did you say earlier?" he clears his throat before proceeding. "the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you'll be able to hold my hand," he says, mockingly imitating your tone. "so, the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you can leave and do anything you want."

you sulk and moan while you reluctantly grab a dish and a spare sponge from the sink. “i hate you.”

“i love you more.”

#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ #i have a essay due in a couple hours and i’m over here writing fics .. 😣 #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #gojo scenarios #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen headcanons

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

TW: Irrational jealousy

"Here. You left this at my apartment"

Stealing your gaze from the book, you look at your boyfriend who's holding a wine red lacy bra in his hands, stretching it toward you. Unlike his usual attitude, GOJO doesn't look much lively at the moment. In fact, he looks somewhat... meticulous, like he's operating a very dangerous experience and is about to witness the outcome of his efforts.

Having your eyebrows knotted together, you wordlessly take the bra in your hands, the base of your fingers gently but painfully rubbing against the soft fabric. Gojo tries his best not to let his smirk break out when you give him a quizzical look and squeeze the lingerie in your hands.

"This isn't mine"

There it is. Victory. The awaitened result of his brilliant plan to give you a taste of your medicine.

Gojo cups his mouth while expanding his fingers to give you a better look of his fake gasp through the gap between them, humming abruptly. He carefully takes a second look at the bra, then begins to mutter in a not so low voice.

"Ah— well, this is awkward" He looks at your bewildered expression from the corner of his eye and continues. "I didn't want you to find out. Not this way"

The logic behind this clever act was easy to understand. You chose to spend your day offs with your stupid, lame old friend from college instead of your incredible, handsome, mind blowingly gorgeous boyfriend, and this is your punishment. Your reasoning was too dumb and made up. Huh, how could you even look him in the eye and say you're doing this because he's just gotten back from Austria and needs you to show him around town and introduce him to your colleagues? You should've just shoved a dagger in his aching heart and told him that you dont love him anymore. So yes, you deserve this; and as they all say, revenge is a dish best served cold.

"But you see, I'm not the only one to blame in this. You are too. You were the one who left me in the dark hanging to go on a romantic getaway with that good for nothing punk"

"Satoru—"

"Let me finish. I know that it was just for three days and you did nothing but work together, but I'm a man y/n! A proud, strong grown man who has his own needs"

"Satoru—"

"I'm not an animal y/n, but how do you expect me to close my eyes and pretend like nothing's wrong? Because it is, and since I'm also an honest man, I couldn't bare with the feeling of getting abandoned by my own woman. You and I were supposed to rule the world, but you never wanted what we were—"

"Satoru!!"

Gojo grits his teeth and looks at you with slight irritation, wondering what's so important that has to interrupt his dramatic show; but his liveliness and acting power vanishes in a glance when his eyes land on the part of the bra you're pointing at while holding it up.

"There's a price tag on this"

Oh.

The small, round label is linked to the inside of the bra, which is probably why Gojo had forgotten to remove it. Yes, it was totally that; not because he was too focused on his dialogues that he forgot to even check the bra out.

Gojo stares at your jumped up eyebrows and annoyed expression, flashing you one of his most charming smiles; Only this time he can't make it as shameless as it usually is.

"Eh, I guess this shows how much I actually love you and care about you"

"You bought this two sizes bigger than mine you asshole"

"My bad, I kinda got carried away"

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[tender-rosiey]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 — gojo x gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: gojo let me kiss your cheeks baby

you sigh for the millionth time today. you finally get how nanami feels when he spends way too much time with your pain in the ass husband. hell even you can’t handle him sometimes which is exactly why he was supposed to be with nanami and shoko today.

he apparently got challenged to a drinking challenge and couldn’t back down and that’s what got him to his current predicament.

“‘toru, honey, can you take your shoes off?” you ask softly.

he shakes his head, and you notice that his blindfold is on the ground, “can you help me?”

“satoru, you are a grown man.”

he nods gently, “just want to be close to you…please?”

“fine,” you say exasperated and you point to the couch.

he clumsily walks there and sits down, and you kneel in front of him, untying his shoes.

gojo is silent, so you speak up, “baby, stay with me; we are just going to get you cleaned up and drink some water then you can sleep; okay honey?”

you look up and see the light tremble in his shoulders and worry washes over your face, “‘toru, you okay?”

he wraps his arms around you in a weak motion, but the hold he has over you is anything but.

you hear sobs, broken and held back sobs.

and your heart breaks with them.

“I love you so much; i-it hurts,” he says shakily burying his face into your stomach.

your hand start stroking his hair, hoping to lift the weight even a little, yet he continues, “I love you so much; I can’t bare— to live a life without you anymore.”

vulnerable, broken and afraid, that’s what’s left of gojo in front of you right now. a man who is so scared, trembling and shaking, breathing heavily and clinging to you like his life depended on it.

“my heart,” he cuts himself off with a sob, “body, and mind can’t handle being away from you,” he finally looks you in the eye for the first time tonight, eyes puffy, lips trembling and face full of sadness and pain, “please, tell me you love me too.”

you stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch like he has been starved from it for years, “of course I love you too; I never stopped and never will,” you assure tenderly and a small smile of bliss makes its way to his face while he closes his eyes.

“let me by your side,” he mumbles, before he opens his eyes a little staring at your hand before pressing a kiss to your palm, “let me be everything you want,” he holds your hand and puts it on his heart, “use me, do whatever you want just please let me love you and keep me by your side.”

the sight would be something his enemies would laugh at, gojo is on his knees, tears staining his usually smiling face and it’s all for you.

he is under your mercy, one wrong word and he would crumble to the ground; his mind is full of you.

you, you, you, he only wants you to be with him. you, to love him. you, to hold him and keep him sane.

you huff, dropping to your knees and connecting to your foreheads, catching him by surprise, “no one is using anyone; I am staying by your side because I love you and I want you.”

he sighs, a watery sigh full of love and relief and he rests his head on your shoulder, “I don’t want to lose anyone, y/n. not anymore,” gojo closes his eyes, “not you.”

soft snores fill the room after the long night and you rest your hand on his head, “never me.”

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[sir-kuroo]

🔖MDNI. 18 & over only. f!reader, handjob, creampie

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 was naughtily teasing you, pouty because he didn't have enough sweets for the day. It all started when he grind his ass against your crotch rather playfully to get your attention. Aware of his antics, you laced an arm around his frame, chest pressed flat against his back. He flinched a little. You smiled. Feeling extra bold, hot and bothered, you slipped your hand under his sweatpants, pumping and playing with his length. He squirmed and you smirked. You knew he's gonna make you regret it later. Not that you mind tho, so you stroke him even harder that you're starting to get wet yourself.

You draped a leg over him, rocking your hips on his thighs, your hand fast on his cock with such a satisfying grip. "Hah hah aahh, y/n~" he moaned, helpless from your touch, his precum lubricating himself.

"Making a mess are we?" You teased. His hips thrust your hand, the movement made him rub the side of his ass against your pussy, which got you even more soaked. You tugged down your panties and crawled over his lap.

"Oh, look at you," you said, noting his blushed and lowkey desperate face. The strongest seemed so helpless underneath you.

"What're you–" he groaned when you teasingly rub his tip against the wetness of your pussy, using it as a mere tool to stimulate your clit. "Y/N- ugh, goddammit enough–" he abruptly jerked up. Your eyes widened in surprise. His cum poured in upon his dick's entry to your dripping pussy. You instantly bounced yourself on him. God, he was blazing inside you. He didn't even go flaccid and was more than ready to go again. You went wild atop him, losing yourself in the pleasure of using Satoru's cock.

Now's his time.

His hands went on your waist, holding your body tight. With such strength, he used you like his personal fleshlight slamming your body against his shaft as he met the movement with his thrusts. "How's it now, sweetheart?" He said in between breaths. "Ain't my cock better inside your pussy than your hand?"

"Mhmn~ s'toru!" You said, melting completely as you felt your cunt throb.

"Whattaya want?" He huffed, raising you higher and bringing you back down on his hard shaft and fucked you fast like a piston. "More? More? More?"

Your mouth hung open and head swung back, convulsing around him. Your walls clenched around him, making him cum too.

Your body caved in and fell limply onto his arms. Satoru flipped you over, finally hovering you. He opened your legs and hungrily watched as his cum spilled from your puffy pussy. He licked his lips. "Can I eat now?"

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[bokutosmochi]

kinktober day six: cybersex!

I WANNA GET FREAKY ON CAMERA ♡ GOJO SATORU

fem!reader x gojo satoru 

ingredients: what's a girl gonna do when she misses her boyfriend who's a continent away?

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: satoru talks to your pussy, fingering, mutual masturbation, cybersex

sugar level: 2.9k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub

parlor's note: inspired by this fanart by the amazing @/3aem

p.s: the guitar solo referenced at the end is in the song i don't wanna be me by the band type o negative. i recommend checking out that song, or at least that solo. it's so good and definitely one of my favorites.

bon appetit!

the only reason why you're here is because you were peer pressured to go.

most of the time, you would totally be down to attend parties your friends hosted, but you haven't been feeling like yourself lately. gojo was assigned to a three month long mission overseas and you were missing him dearly. funnily enough, that was also the reason why you were forced to go.

"c'mon, it's halloween." shoko rolled her eyes at you. "you can't not go just because gojo isn't here. besides, you clearly need a pick me up. you can't just lay around your bed, eating ice cream and sniffing his shirts that you wear forever." she gave you a pointed look. in defiance, you rolled your eyes, crossed your arms against your chest and gazed elsewhere, not caring about how childish it may have seemed.

you had no idea how she found out your daily activities since satoru has been gone. perhaps searching around your house for secret cameras that she planted would be a good idea. regardless, you sounded pretty pathetic when she put it like that, but still. were you not allowed to miss your boyfriend?

if that wasn't enough, shoko still had more to add. "plus, didn't you already buy a costume?"

and that's how you ended up in your current situation.

you could see how much effort shoko put into the party. her house, usually decorated with a minimalistic and classy aesthetic in mind, was home to countless realistic cobwebs and fake spiders all over the little items she had, like her clock and picture frames. there was also something dripping down the walls, though you couldn't tell whether it was supposed to be blood or some form of slime because of the red lighting that came from the few jack o'lanterns scattered around the house. the lack of proper lighting gave the room an eerie feel, and the scented candle that smells of burning leaves did not help. it was expertly made, including the songs that played. the playlist included songs from bands like bauhaus, siouxsie and the banshees, and lebanon hanover, then halloween classics like thriller and monster mash.

you're dressed in a less than appropriate black dress with red details which satoru chose. it's a bit plain by itself, but you added a corset that pushed your tits together nicely. the outfit's paired with black red bottom heels, gothic necklaces, and a makeup look that tied everything together.

"you're supposed to be here having fun, not moping around the snack table." shoko nudged you with her hip making you huff at her. "i'm allowed to miss my boyfriend." you said stubbornly. "he's been gone for almost three months now, we haven't spent that much time apart until, well, now." you looked at her with a sad look in your eyes that conveyed everything that you were feeling.

thankfully, it made her sigh in defeat, seemingly understanding what you're currently feeling. "ugh, fine, fine whatever." she waved it off. "just stop looking at me like a kicked puppy and try to have fun or something." she walked away.

a part of you felt guilty. after all, she was trying to make you feel better when you obviously aren't doing the best, but at the same time, she's been tugging you along to do different activities to keep your mind off of gojo's absence for so long now.

you're tired and you really just wanna be whiney and act like a lovestruck teenage girl.

thankfully for you, you didn't have much time to dwell on the feelings of guilt because you got a new notification on your phone -- satoru sent you a photo.

you really couldn't open it fast enough. with how you're missing him, you'd be thankful for anything he sends you, be it a photo of what he's having for dinner, a puppy he saw in the streets, a restaurant that piqued his interest, or a photo of him.

you cannot lie, you did heavily prefer the message being a picture of him. nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened it.

nothing could compare to the sight before you. not a photo of the finest michelin star dish, not a photo of a puppy that's your favorite breed, not a unique looking restaurant, because it's satoru.

his face is turned from the camera, but it's definitely satoru. his soft white hair is the most obvious reason why you think so, plus why would he send you a sexy photo of another man. aside from that, you've spend hours tracing over the muscles of his back, his biceps, and even more hours grasping at the flesh, digging your nails into it as he fucked you.

you wonder if he knows you miss him, or if he misses you and the reason why he sent that wasn't to tease you and show off what you can't have, but to get a reaction out of you so you can set up a video call with him.

a gut feeling tells you that it's probably both. he knows what kind of reaction he can get out of you from flexing those muscles.

whatever the answer may be, the truth remains: you can feel the slick forming between your folds and there's a familiar ache between your thighs.

you quickly run to one of shoko's guest bedrooms. thankfully, because of your training as a jujutsu sorcerer, you're able to get there in record time without bumping into anyone in the process.

you look at yourself in the mirror there, fixing strands of hair that has been messed up in your haste as well as straightening out your clothing before setting yourself down on the available bed and clicking on the video call button on your phone.

and like you've expected, satoru accepts it without a second to spare, as if he's waited by the phone after spending the photo, waiting for your flustered call. he has a knowing smirk on his face, one you know all too well.

"hey there, baby." he drawls. "wasn't expecting to see you here this late."

"satoru," it comes out as a breathless gasp that was not caused by the running. "i've missed you so much." you wriggle on the bed, getting comfortable.

his answering smile was cocky, but you spot the hint of warmth in his eyes and longing in the way his smile is bigger than it usually is. he doesn't have to say it verbally, he's missed you too.

"aww, did you, pretty girl? 'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long." he coos at you. "i promise i'll be there in a week, kay?"

he transfers the phone from one hand to the other, but while doing so, he lowers the camera view a bit, giving you a heart-stopping peek of his abs, something he definitely meant to do to rile you up some more, as if your brain wasn't going a hundred miles an hour right this second.

you rub your thighs together to give you that friction that you so desperately need. "that's not enough though." your voice comes out painfully needy and you know satoru isn't going to let you live that down anytime soon. the moment he gets home and gets his fill of you - even before that, maybe - he'll hold it over your head for the coming months -- and knowing satoru, it's not a long shot to say the coming years. he'll keep on blabbering something or other about "remember that time i had to go on a really long mission and you were whining to me on the phone about how much you needed me?" but you couldn't care less right now. he would be right, you need him so bad.

"aw, does my sweet angel need me? 'm sorry, baby, but i just can't be there right now." he explains like you didn't know that already. "tell you what though, if you ask me politely, maybe i'll find a way to help you out a bit, then make it up to you when i get home, yeah?"

"please 'toru?" you pout at the camera and flash him your puppy eyes. you know that those will work already, but wanted to do more so that's what you did. you subtly pushed your boobs together, internally thanking shoko for forcing you to go to this party because if not, you wouldn't be wearing this dress satoru loved so much. "i need you so bad. can you please help me out?"

"that's a sweet girl." you see him look down and hiss. the camera moves a bit too and you wonder if it's caused by him freeing his dick from his gray sweatpants.

"i want you to play with yourself for me." he states. "start with pulling the neckline of that dress down and letting me see those tits." he breathed. you hear wet sounds from his side and now you know he's already jerking off to you.

you changed your position, getting on your knees and using the pillow you were using so you'd have something to rest your phone on. when that was stable, you did what he asked of you.

you let yourself get into the moment first, caressing the skin around your neck, your collarbones first, humming at the sensual feeling, louder than usual so satoru would hear you clearly before your hands moved to the straps of your dress and pulled it down.

the clothing was quite tight so you still had to pull it down to expose your lacey bra, but satoru didn't mind. as much as he wanted to see your body, he did love that tight dress on you, cursing whoever assigned this mission to him because he wasn't able to be with you right this moment. he adored seeing the quality fabric hug the shape of your body, adored seeing your silhouette.

next to come off what your bra, and you made a show of that too, albeit a short one because satoru was so loud through the speaker of your phone. to say your neediness increased tenfold would be an understatement.

"there you go," gojo said as he watched your boobs bounce out of the shed undergarment. his gaze was fixed on your body. the lust was pouring out of his intense blue eyes. "play with them for me, baby."

you took your hands and squished your boobs together once more, gave them a final squeeze, then paid more attention to your nipples, erect from your arousal. you rolled them between your fingers, noticing that every time your eyes fluttered shut while you pinched them, satoru would let a particularly loud whimper.

but "it's not enough, toru, wan' more." you whispered. it was something he agreed with, murmuring a small "yeah," under his breath.

"i want you to spread your legs for me, baby." he waited for you to adjust before saying anything else.

you could feel the beads of sweat forming on your forehead, but couldn't be bothered to wipe them away. you changed the way you sat, now sitting on your ass, planting your feet firmly on the bed while your knees were raised so satoru would have an unobscured view of your pussy when your legs are spread.

you lifted the skirt of the dress up and over your legs until it's bunched up at your waist, letting satoru see your crotch and the patch of wetness on your panties.

the view made him curse under his breath.

"touch your thighs, yeah, just like that." even the simplest touch had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. it's been such a long time since you've been touched like this, and that fact paired with satoru's breathy voice and the slick sound of him tugging on his dick was a combination that could make you come untouched.

your hips started to move back and forth though there was nothing there that could ease the ache between your thighs. his praises of good girl, and you're doing so well for me, baby had your cunt pulsing against the cloth of your underwear. "'toru, more, please." your not want, but need was palpable through the way your voice cracked at the last words. "need it 'toru, please, fuck."

"write my name over those pretty little panties, baby."

little did you know, he was so close to coming. even closer than you were. he knew he couldn't come though, not yet. he'll bring you to the brink of pleasure first so you can do it together. it's the least he can do after leaving you along for so long, so he slows down his movements.

he didn't plan to start touching himself so early on. he wanted to start doing it at the same time you sank your fingers into your pussy, but he couldn't help himself after seeing you in that pretty dress he picked out. upon seeing that dress on the rack for the first time, he already knew you would look gorgeous in it. he thinks that you can wear a garbage bag and he'd still be itching to put his hands all over you, but god, did you look absolutely irresistible in that versace dress. and to think that you discouraged him from buying it at first because of the price.

it's worth every single yen.

it took everything in him to not speed the motions of his hands up when he saw you spell out g-o-j-o s-a-t-o-r-u along with a couple of hearts on the crotch of your already wet panties. he constantly had to repeat "slow down, slow down, slow down," in his head before he completely loses focus.

he decides that it's enough teasing, at least for today when you're both so desperate for one another.

to you, his next words are like a life line.

"take your panties off, baby. show me that pussy i love so much."

you breathe out a sigh of relief and delight and it seems like you can't take the lacey undergarment fast enough. you toss it somewhere in the room, too intoxicated by satoru's presence to care where it lands or if you'll still be able to find it later.

"there she is." he moans, gazing at your cunt. "missed my girl so much. look at how wet she is, bet she missed me too, huh?" his eyes flash to your face for a second, before returning to your pussy.

"missed you so much." you replied, touching yourself without needing instructions from satoru.

you started with your clit, drawing gentle circles on it with your index finger, then slowly pushing your middle and ring finger inside you.

you and satoru moaned each other's names at the same time for the first time in what feels like forever.

your digits moved fast inside you, pushing in and out of your gummy walls at such a pace where you could hear the wetness and feel little splatters of the sticky liquid coating your thighs.

"fuck, you're so wet." satoru hisses, and you don't hesitate to tell him the truth. "it's all for you 'toru," you whine, throwing your head back with your back arched. you imagine that it's his fingers inside of you instead of yours despite the way he can stretch you out in a way that your fingers never could.

"satoru," he was addicted with the way you said his name; like it's the sweetest prayer that could cleanse you of all your sins.

the coil in your belly winds and winds, continues to get tighter with every stroke of your finger. it clouds your brain, letting you forget about every single thought you could ever have, like how there's a party right outside the door and shoko, armed with the key, can walk in at any moment. the only thing on your mind is the way that satoru sounds as he fucks his fist, pretending that it was you, and the way your fingers feel as they pleasure you.

it's so overwhelming, the way you feel. you can't even hold yourself up anymore, having to scoot up the bed so you can lay against the headrest while one of your hands stroke your clit and the other thrusts in and out of you.

you're shaking now, as you address satoru once more. "'toru, 'm close. s' fuckin' close. can i come? please. fuck! ah-need it so, so bad." you're almost at the brink of tears as you plead at him.

"go ahead sweetheart, i'm right behind you."

thankfully for you, the sound of an electric guitar solo drowns out the sound of you screaming satoru's name, and you make no noise other than pants as you struggle to catch your breath.

satoru recovers a few seconds before you do.

"fuck," he runs a hand through his sweat slicked hair. "we need to do that again."

"no," you disagree with him, but too tired to glare. "i don't wanna go three months without you again."

"this was so hot though, baby. i'd pay good money to hear you beg like that again."

i get: reblog

you get: a personalized gojo selfie

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[nashusglasses]

it's a spotlight stuck on the ceiling (why are these the things i'm feeling?) (m)

+ based off nsfw prompts: 11.  “You’re fucking hot when you cry.” & 50.  “You’re such a good cunt/cock warmer.”

note: i got tired of writing exposition so u know what? it's F word time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! these prompts are from this list

note 2: this is based off my gojo work husband au, which. u might be asking. where is it?????????? that's a good question. I have no answer. please enjoy and lmk if u wanna know more! 8)

PAIRING. gojo/reader GENRE. established relationship WARNINGS. oral (f receiving), overstim, crying from said overstim, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex SUMMARY. You forget you ever had a bad day. WORD COUNT. 2k

You’re past any formalities of new relationship butterflies the third time Satoru gets you naked. It’s still weird that the person who fills out invoices next to you at work knows how to make you cream around his dick, but you can’t say the added baggage of dating your coworker is a bad thing. You save on gas when you sleepover at Satoru’s place. He gets his own personal cocksleeve when he’s had a bad day in the office. It works out.

It’s you who has a bad day today. Nothing catastrophic, but IT playing email tag all day pissed you off bad. You begged Satoru to get a knife from the break room and gouge your eyes out instead of looking one more second at your monitor. He’s used to the drama. He promised you a better solution, anyway. 

He kept his hand on your thigh the entirety of the drive home; a touch you’re still not quite used to, but you melted under the warmth. You crossed the threshold of his apartment door, half-expected your typical night in with takeout from the Chinese restaurant down the street. But now you’re two orgasms deep into forgetting why you needed a pick-me-up in the first place, and Satoru’s already asking:

“Think you can do one more?”

You vibrate at the thought. That’s easy. Late nights and hours with a clit sucker have prepared you well, but this is different. Toys don’t watch you squeal, crumble at the edges. Satoru gleans your every move, especially when he’s determined to make you feel good. You’d curl up, but he keeps you pliant with a hand on your thigh.

“Stop trying to hide from me,” he snorts. “I already told you I don’t care that your left boob is bigger than the other.”

“Shut up. It’s because I’m the only one naked here.” It’s true. He’s still got his work clothes on. Sleeves rolled up, one button undone because you like to fiddle with his chest when you make out. You won’t tell him that you think his slacks make his legs look ridiculously good. 

He just teases a spit-wet finger inside you. Nothing threatening but you close your eyes in anticipation. You feel him lean over, leave a quiet kiss on your nipple as an apology. “You know I like you like this.”

You do. Satoru’s a greedy lover. Coaxing those lewd noises deep from your chest not just for your pleasure, but because he knows he’s a good fuck. He realized fast that you like his fingers the most. He takes agility to a whole new level, doesn’t stop till your bones melt into the bedsprings. One more orgasm means ultra-focusing on that explosive feeling, and now you’ve got cotton candy brains. 

You’re sweating into his sheets. Something tells you he’s craving something even wetter. You’d give it to him if it meant getting him on top of you faster.

“I can do one more,” you concede, and Satoru wastes no time settling down between your knees, licking a thick stripe over your core like he’s grateful. The heat is almost unbearable. “Oh–god.”

He cradles your thighs with a tight grip. You’ve got no choice but to take it. “Relax,” he urges. “Let me make you feel good.”

You don’t expect anything less. But that sharp jolt of pleasure every time he sucks on your clit makes your head fog over. Your hands smooth into his hair, clawing when he teases his tongue inside. “It–it hurts.”

He lifts his head, mouth and chin shining. “Too much?”

“Keep going.” You’ve got a promise to keep good on. Satoru yields to your efforts, adjusts your legs till your knees settle on his shoulders. You know this move. Leaves you trapped under that incessant tongue but you’ll fiend for it regardless, and you don’t care about the cramp in your hips. Not when he’s just so into it. 

The first time he went down on you, he let you keep the lights off. Fend off the unnecessary anxiety of seeing you so vulnerable, but he made it clear that he liked hearing you unravel underneath him. You’re not shy to moan. When he drags another hard suction on your clit, you mewl loud. “Oh my god.”

The fog thickens. Arching your back, digging your nails in his scalp because he relishes any physical reaction. He slurps at your clit till he feels you shake. He’s taking advantage of your sensitivity, but the feeling is addictive. Almost like you yearn for your demise, and he’s got you right in his palm for the taking.

You’ll always give in to him. “Satoru,” you warble. “Oh–ngh!”

He heeds your call. Clutches onto your thighs even tighter, tongue a lightning strike on all your good nerves. No need for his fingers because his mouth is just that hypnotizing. You don’t know where he’s learned how to get you to fold so fast. You’ll ask him what kind of porn he’s into later.

Satoru makes the most disgusting slurping sound, and you laugh amidst the haze. “I think–haah–you’re enjoying this more than I am.”

“What?” He grumbles, kissing the soft spot above your pussy. “I get to fuck the shit out of the hot office lady, sue me.”

You blush in the praise. “So get to it.”

“I’m getting there. You want my fingers?”

In other words, choosing your poison. You’ll come either way. Your gut clenches at the thought of his fingers inside you again, clawing at your heat till you saw white, your body spun off its axis. The assurance of his mouth is softer. More bearable, because half an hour ago he’d fingered you till your begging was gibberish and you couldn’t talk for a solid minute afterwards. His ego is the brightest hue of pride when it comes to getting you off.

So you shake your head, and Satoru bends down again. He’s done easing you into it. Craving your orgasm like he’s impatient, too, and you whine when he swipes that hot tongue with hard strokes. Inviting that deep fever till your ankles dig into his back. Your mouth is dry from your panting.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you cry, and he groans like he’s preening. You sweat where his palms meet your skin, slippery when you twitch your hips up in instinct. “Satoru–close–!”

Your eyes roll back. Satoru holds your legs wider, eats you out like he’s starving and you’re the sweetest slice of cake on the shelf. The heat makes your chest collapse with every shaky exhale, clutching on the sheets because you’ve got nothing else to hold you down. There’s spit dripping down your ass, but you relish in that wet feeling. The nasty mix of your pleasure with his. You open your eyes, lean up on your elbows to watch him savour it too.

The sight is too much. Legs dangling over those wide shoulders, his nose nestled on your clit, pushing that tongue so deep you collapse right back. Pleasure ripples quickly from your centre into all the edges of your body, and you dissolve into desperate whining.

“Holy fuck that feels good,” you praise. Satoru just moans again. Too busy luring that climax he wants down his throat, and you don’t know what to do with yourself. It’s so much. All your frayed nerves from your two orgasms make you ache for something you don’t know you can handle. 

He probably knows it, too. You might genuinely pass out. But you haven’t tapped out yet, and he’ll let you call all the shots if it’s your pussy in question. It’s almost romantic, the way he lets you take from him, chasing that feeling from his mouth. He stokes that fire over and over again.

You settle into it. All thoughts filtered out except the sounds of Satoru’s indulgence, the squeal you let out when he teases a bite. Soothing the hot rush with fast flicks of his tongue. You tense with every movement, hips canting back and forth because staying still is too much to take. 

He doesn’t heed to that, though. He clamps his hands down, forces you to take the hard latch of his tongue, guzzling hard on one spot till you’re begging in your sheer desperation. “Oh god–! Satoru, I’m–coming..!”

There’s 0.01 of a second before you feel the wave crash, and you’re reduced to nothing but a mess of your most intense orgasm of the night. Gargling nonsense, shrieking his name, his nails digging indents in your skin to keep you from flailing too hard because holy shit are you going through it.

“Oh my god,” you hiccup, and all of sudden you’re crying, and you shiver with every tremor of your subsiding high. “Oh my god, Satoru. Holy fuck. Y-You–”

“I’m here,” he says. He leans up, wipes his (extremely!) wet mouth on the back of hand, crawling over till he can cradle your head to his chest. “Jesus. You’re shaking.”

You’re weeping. Your body shivers closer to his. “Yeah. Oh my god.”

“I can’t even lie.” He presses a soft kiss on your hair, a little reward. “You’re fucking hot when you cry.”

If you had the energy you’d kick his shins till they bruise. But for some reason you can’t stop the tears from falling, and you heave through another sob. “Yeah, well. I’ve just–never felt that before.”

Satoru grins. Leans down to kiss your mouth with no urgency, just the need to feel your lips on his. Despite your exhaustion, you know he’s still left wanting. 

You feel his dick press up against your stomach when he kisses you harder, sneak a hand down his slacks to tease a stroke. He tenses up.

“You’re not tired?” He asks. The answer is a resounding yes, but you won’t let him know. As if you could just leave him to jack off in the bathroom while you take your well-deserved post orgasm slumber. You tug at his zipper till he finally gets it, and he shoves his pants and underwear off like he’s relieved.

You sniffle when he settles over you again. “I feel like I want you all the time,” you confess. 

Call it the general horniness of discovering your partner’s body, but you can’t remember the last time your hormones have acted up like this. You’re almost scared for the calendar reminder of your next ovulation period, but you think Satoru won’t mind one bit.

He just nods. Smiles into another long kiss, and you spread your aching legs for him to position himself. It doesn’t surprise you both just how fast he slides inside you, all that residual wetness a sticky invitation. “Oh. That’s–oh don’t move yet, shit.”

It’s still new. The instant transition from empty to full, and Satoru collapses into your neck. “You’re still–so tight.”

“Means I’m not horny yet,” you joke. You don’t think you have any orgasms left in you, but the thought of Satoru creaming you till you spill over has a luring call to it. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

“My bad. Guess I’ll–” he bottoms out, and you bury a moan in his hair– “try better next time. Holy shit. You’re such a good cockwarmer.”

“Go to hell–ngh!”

“I’m taking you with me.” Satoru chokes through the small twitch of his hips, like he can’t help the motion. You feel it tenfold. Eyes rolled back with the sensitivity because you honest to god could not come again.

He rolls a deeper stroke still sticky with your arousal. Moans streaming from his mouth right into the heat of your neck, and he bites down to hear you squeal. “Fuck that feels good,” you teeter with clenched teeth.

Satoru leans up, watching you dissolve. “Like it when I go deep?”

“God yes,” you hiss. You still twinge with the novelty of dirty talk, but Satoru makes it easy to get used to. He’s earnest with his fucking now. Still shy of the harder thrusts you know he’s capable of, but you revel in the pleasure regardless. 

You’re going to start crying again. 

“Oh baby,” Satoru coos. He slams a thrust so heavy you sob. “That good?”

“Ye-es–!”

He does it again. Takes one second of breathing space to ram his dick so hard his balls make that foul sound against your ass, and you’re sure he’s watching your tits bounce like the perv he is. It feels good, knowing you get him off. He swipes a stray tear from your chin, leaning down to kiss you. Swallowing the hiccups you can’t get rid of. Satoru licks fire behind your teeth.

“How ‘bout one more?” 

He’s smiling. You’re shaking with tears and he’s smiling. Sick freak knows it’s not happening, and you bet he’s goading you because he’s close. So you shake your head, heeding with no verbal response because you can’t think straight. Not when he’s picking up the pace, bed frame complaining under you. You cry freely. “Sa-to-ru–!”

He kisses the spot between your eyebrows, grunts with every press inside you. “I’m close,” he pants. 

“I want it,” you quaver. You pull him close. Hide your face on his shoulder, forgetting to breathe. “I–I want you to come, please–!”

“Oh fuck.” He lets his pleasure guide him. Hips twitching in that desperate draw for a climax, and he sits up on his haunches just to fuck up into you faster. You’re limp with every movement, wailing from the change of position. 

He seizes the meat of your inner thighs. Keeps you embarrassingly exposed with rugged hands, and you think you’re wet all over.

“Please,” you beg. Your pussy so battered you think you’ll pass out any second now. “I can’t–”

“I’m coming.” Satoru’s head hangs forward with concentration. Watching where your centres meet, his dick creaming you full. “Oh my god baby–!”

You open your legs as much as your hips allow. It’s a depraved sight: the base of Satoru’s cock white with your combined arousal, and you can’t help but squeeze him deeper inside you. He shivers through another wave of his orgasm, pumps till he physically can’t take the warmth of your cunt, pulling out quick. He collapses on top of you.

You think he’s got cum on your stomach. “Mmmrrghhhhh,” he grumbles.

“I’m sweating balls,” you say.

“Hmmmm.”

“And I’m spilling cum onto your sheets.”

He shrugs. Still saying nothing, so you pet his hair with a tired hand. 

“I don’t think I can walk,” you tell him next.

Satoru huffs a breathless laugh. He groans incoherently one more time, then flops onto his side of the bed like a dead fish. He keeps his eyes closed. After thirty long seconds of silence, he twitches so violently you flinch. “Huh–oh.”

“There’s no way you just fell asleep.”

“Maybe.” He licks his lips like he’s parched. “Good pussy does that to you.”

“Oh my god.”

“Let me rephrase. Hot office lady pussy does that to you.” 

“I need you to stop talking,” you urge.

Satoru opens his eyes. Gives you a tired little smile, and you feel your heart twist. “You have cum on your belly button, nasty ass.”

He rolls out of bed before you can smack him. He owes you that takeout, after all.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo scenario #gojo scenarios #jjk scenarios #gojo smut #jjk smut

[saltoru]

sometimes when you see gojo being serious, raising his voice, unleashing his power and wrath, using his authority, and leaving no mercy for anyone who crosses his path, you feel conflicted by the unfamiliar sight--that's not the man you know.

seeing your surprised face, he says, "i think you tend to forget the exceptions i've made for you"

#not everyone can be his favorite! #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fluff #gojo #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojo scenarios

[peaktora]

𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍˚◞♡ ⃗ dad!satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ instead of sleeping, satoru and your daughter argue over what to name her stuffed dragon.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊1.9k words. established relationship (#married). the toddler dialogue is purposefully not structured correctly since it’s words from a toddler. fem!reader. intended lowercase. warning: you will wish you had a kid with gojo after reading this.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚.┊this was gonna be a basic thought post, but i got more and more interested in the concept and was like “y’know what? fuck it, ima just make this into a full fic.” so here we are with a more full look at dad!gojo <3.

satoru mumbles, "but i think he likes being called spike,” and it's obvious that he's sulking. you don't even have to look up from your book to confirm it.

“well, you don't know him like i do!” your daughter replies, tucking herself into your side.

you flip through the picture book's pages fast, just getting brief glances of its colorful illustrations. unicorns, dragons, knights, and princesses decorated the pages. after turning the last page, you sigh and put the book down on the nightstand. despite the fact that the book was designed for toddlers, it actually looked interesting. you just know you would love to read it to your toddler. you can imagine yourself reading it to her, seeing the excitement on her face as she explores the world of fantasy—her absolute favorite genre.

but unfortunately, that image in your head will have to wait for another day, because her attention? is completely taken by the debate between her and her father.

how the argument started is beyond you. just ten minutes ago, you and satoru were snuggled up on your daughter’s bed, trying to read her to sleep. and now? satoru and her are in a heated debate over what to name her stuffed dragon. it's tough not to be amazed at how something so easy can become so complicated with him.

"i bought him, drove him around in my car, and wrapped him up in a cute little box for you. i think we know each other pretty well.” satoru smiles and reaches across the bed for the dragon.

“nuh-uh! he not even like you!” your toddler, with her tiny hands and puffed cheeks, clutches her stuffed dragon tightly against her chest. the plushie, its vibrant green scales and friendly eyes, seemed to come alive in her hold.

he retreats back to his seat on the edge of your daughter's bed, his lips curled into a frown as he asks, "how come?"

her mouth opens, then closes again. you look away for a moment to give satoru a look of disapproval, and by the time you return your attention to her, her brows are already starting to furrow. she mumbles under her breath, "because," running her small fingers around the plush dragon’s ear. she looks to be at a loss for words, as if she hasn't come up with an answer to satoru's question.

but that's okay, since you—happily, do.

"because you’re taking his time away from storytime. and satoru, in case you didn't know? when it's time to go to bed, we have storytime.”

your daughter looks up, her face beaming as she screams, "yup! and mommy picks the super-duper bestest stories ever!"

satoru gasps, his eyes never leaving yours as he rises from his bed and holds his chest. "baby, who's side are you on?"

you roll your eyes, "i'm just sa—"

"oh, sweetheart," he mumbles as he rushes around the corner of the bed, his movements quick to reach your side. without wasting a second, he rests a palm on your forehead, checking your temperature with a clear look of false concern. concerned people don’t have to hold back the urge to smile. actually, they don't have a smile at all—but for some reason, satoru does, and he's terrible at hiding it. "are you sick? having some hallucinations? is that why you've decided to side with enemy?”

your daughter giggles, and it only feeds satoru's act.

he turns his head towards the source of the giggles. a playful pout forms on his lips as he teasingly asks, "or did this little munchkin of ours use her princess magic to change your mind? she has a way of doing that to me sometimes, y’know."

his free hand reaches towards your toddler, fingers wiggling in anticipation. as his fingers make contact with your little one's soft, ticklish skin, even more giggles slip past her lips.

she tries to squirm away from his touch, but that's when he adds another hand to the tickle fest, and all chance of escape is gone. at that point, she visibly gives up, curling into herself to try to halt her dad’s tickling.

“i-i don’t have powers, daddy!” you daughter manages to stifle out through her laughs. you smile at the sound—it’s one you'll never get tired of hearing.

"you can't be a princess without powers! every princess has powers!"

“i-i'm n-not a princess though!“

satoru's fingers pause in their spot, his eyes widening in disbelief. "not a princess? how on earth can that even be?"

you’re sure if she needed him to, he could easily write an entire book about how she’s a princess.

he scoops her up from her place next to you, careful not to let her dangling legs hit you in the process. she lands on his hip, her eyes fixated on him as he lovingly whispers, "you're daddy's little princess!" he pauses, then adds, "and mommy is the queen, so that makes me—"

“the king?”

“you’re just so smart, huh? see, a perfect quality of a princess.”

“but princesses have dragons! big ones with so many pretty colors and names! they go—“ she cuts herself off and raises her tiny arms high. with a wide smile on her face, she takes a deep breath and lets out a loud roar.

satoru nods and smiles warmly at her, "oh, i see...well, y’know what? not all princesses have dragons.”

she tilts her head, and you awe at the sight. “they don’t?”

"nope," he says, taking her tiny hand in his, wrapping it securely around his finger. he lightly massages the back of her hand, and it’s soothing—scratch that, reassuring. you can tell from the way your daughter leans her head on his shoulder, tucking herself in the crook of his neck. "you don't need a dragon to be a princess. you're my princess ‘cause you're kind, smart, and full of love. i'd say that's all you need to be one."

"really?" she asks, waiting for his nod before continuing. "okay…but i still want a dragon."

"i get it, munchkin," he hums as he takes the dragon plushie from the bed. "we still haven't figured out a name for this guy, hm?"

“nuh-uh!”

“he looks like his power is being super cuddly. he's so cuddly that he puts you right to sleep…how ‘bout…fluffy?"

“ew.”

“fluffy sounds cute, no?”

"but dragons aren't cute. daddy, they breathe fire."

"wel—" satoru begins, but your daughter interrupts.

“his name should be fireball!”

“satoru, she does have a point,” you assert.

she really did. it was a dragon, not something adorable, but something that’s usually thought of as a villain—or a protector. athough deep down, a part of you just wanted this little debate to finally wrap up so you could finally catch some much-needed sleep.

“i thought i took away all of her princess magic?” satoru frowns, "stop siding with the enemy!"

you can't help but snort at his comment. mostly because, for whatever reason, he’s taking this dispute very seriously. so seriously that he doesn't seem to notice you're trying to do anything to finally get to bedtime. "baby i was just sa—"

"who says this dragon had to breathe fire anyways?" he interrupts.

when your toddler goes to respond, it hits you. "what about fluffy fireball?" you mention. it's a perfect combination of the two. well, okay, maybe not a “perfect” combination, but it's good enough to finish this debate.

if you weren't so tired, you’d stop and ogle the way they ask "huh?" in sync.

you shrug, "well, why not? he is pretty fluffy and spits out fire. there can’t be a better name than that."

your daughter holds out the dragon, looks at it for a while, then brings it up to her ear.

she gives the impression that he’s nodding his head before hushedly saying, "got it." she then turns back to face you and yells confidently, "fluffy fireball agrees!”

"well, i don't agree," satoru huffs. "the name is way too long an—"

“satoru.”

“but—“

"satoru," you say more firmly, and his shoulders sink as he mumbles "okay" beneath his breath.

your daughter lets out a yawn, and your eyes are immediately drawn to her. you signal for satoru to come over to the bed, and he does, bending down to your level.

“is my girl sleepy?”

"um," she pauses and looks at her dragon. "just a little bit."

"i can tell," you say, gently rubbing her back. you sneak a quick glance at your husband, and he looks the other way because he knows it's way past her bedtime. you sit up next to her ear and murmur, "i think fluffy fireball is ready to go to sleepy-time."

she gives the dinosaur a look before asking him, "y’wanna sleep with me?” then, she shakes the dinosaur's head up and down before exclaiming, "okay!"

you watch as she leaps out of satoru’s arms, and plops down on the bed. the room fills with giggles and the creaking of the bed as she scampers towards the middle. once she's next to you, she settles in and gets comfortable.

you can't help but smile as you see her tiny hands reaching out, playfully fluffing the pillows around her. then finally, with a satisfied sigh, she snuggles under the covers, cocooning herself in warmth.

she sets her dragon on her left side, making sure her loyal companion is there to do his job and look after her (the princess). it’s cute really. however, if that dragon becomes even a little bit too comfortable with the job, you know satoru will undoubtedly compete for the position. he'd say, "it can't just show up one day and take my job," or something along those lines. knowing him, he might even contemplate throwing it away—who knows.

you’re jolted out of your trance when your daughter asserts to her dinosaur, "you can sleep on daddies side, he snores."

satoru gasps, “i do not—“

“yes you do!”

“when have i eve—“

"guys," you sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion in your voice. you cast a glance at both of them, making sure you have their undivided attention before pressing on. "c'mon, let's all take a breather and save the debate about your dad's snoring for tomorrow, okay?"

"but mommy, tell him he snores!" she whines. "he goes—" she cuts herself off to mimic satoru's snoring, and his face is priceless.

"now that’s just rude. how can you speak to me so coldly?” satoru scurries underneath the covers on the side of the dragon. and just like that, your daughter and her dragon are nestled between the two of you.

“this’ll be settled in a family meeting tomorrow. you two have already had one debate today. so right now? lets all go to bed.” you declare, then nestle deeper beneath the covers, closing your eyes.

as the voices of saddened "okays" and "alrights" blend together, a collective sigh fills the room. the sound of a click follows, and even with your eyes closed, the absence of light is unmistakable. it makes you feel even more exhausted than before.

you feel satoru’s arm slide around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. meanwhile, your daughter stirs slightly, searching for a more comfortable position in the cozy space between the two of you. you can feel her movements, her small body nestled snugly against yours.

you snuggle impossibly closer to your pillow, and take a deep breath.

silence, that’s what follows—and it’s nothing but peaceful. that is, until satoru bursts out laughing. "i don't snore," he blurts out into the darkness, his voice filled with mischief. "i just provide a little background music for the night."

it's at this point that you decide to be extremely biased at the family meeting tomorrow. he’s not winning a damn thing.

#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ #i think this is the cutest scenario i’ve came up with #and the best part is that it’s 100% cannon (bc i said so) #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #gojo scenarios #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen headcanons

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. comforting eyes .

even the strongest sorcerer can be tired too.

featuring : satoru gojo

cw : fluff, kinda ooc, reader is referred to as 'you'.

a/n : yyeooowwchh it's my first time writing for jjk so i'm kinda nervous, and it's also pretty short too just to see how well this will go;D

satoru gojo is an individual with very interesting eyes. whenever you look at him, your eyes are always drawn to how shiny and pretty his eyes look. but, to him, your eyes are something that are much more prettier than everything(including him) in this world. he'd always come home from a long mission and opened the door feeling pretty tired. but whenever he saw you at the door waiting for him, all of his tiredness is immediately gone.

your presence is comforting enough for him. you'd always greet him with a gentle smile, and ask him, "the mission is really tiring today, yeah? do you want to eat or change your clothes first?", but he always doesn't know what to respond. because he isn't paying attention to you, all of his attention are drawn into your eyes. the way you look at him makes him feel all warm inside, it made him feel like he just wanted to ignore everything in the world and sleep forever in your arms.

but, being a special grade sorcerer, of course he can't do that. that's why, at times like this, he'd always savor the time he have with you by leaning his head into the crook of your neck. "i'm home.." he whispered at you. you lift your hand up to his head and started stroking it. "welcome home, my love."

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

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[shidouryusm]

Placing bets with him goes wrong.

Pairing: Satoru x fem!reader

suggestive, lots of making out, implied nsfw, reader being a lil meanie to our boy - yep that's all

Word count: 1.4k (I never learn)

A.n- I am all downbad for any workout this 6'3 walking paintbrush will throw at me

“‘toru, I don’t think I am supposed to hang around like this for 30 seconds.” You mumble, scratching your head, and eye the YouTube video that is currently showing various pilates exercises, twisting and turning with impressive flexibility that has you a little concerned. Satoru glances at you; seeing the worrisome expression plastered on your face, he can’t help but be amused. 

“My my, is this a look of defeat I see on your face already? Can’t even hold for mere 30 seconds, darling?” you hear Satoru gasp sardonically, putting a hand over his chest and looking at you wide-eyed— celine blue eyes, dripping with sarcasm and dare. 

“It’s okay you can simply tap out and buy me my deserved drink. Not everyone can do everything always” Satoru continues to irk you, risking a massive blow in the face. You scowl at him before resuming watching the video. “Toru, before I botch up something on your face,” you press your fingers over your lips, gesturing for him to shut up. 

“I just haven’t done it in a while; I am fit enough to continue working out and beat your ass” you reply to his challenge with the same measure.

“Always so feisty,” Satoru mumbles as he mockingly shakes his head. “Well that being said, let’s get down to business , or you changing your mind cause I rather not have your body bending backwards, yknow” Satoru wriggles his eyebrows, playful, fake concern lacing his voice, knowing that pushing your buttons will make you want to accomplish this task even more. 

“A guy can only dream, ‘toru. Watch me ace this excercise, you better pay for that boba already” You narrow your eyes and scoff at him, warming up on top of the yoga mat with some light stretches. Satoru sits on the couch parallel to you, observing you carefully, while also making sure you’re not overdoing anything that may harm you otherwise.

What happened you may be curious? You and your boyfriend were simply scrolling through your socials, until things went south and both of you got into a stupid challenge about whether you could finish this fairly difficult set of pilates that you came across on your reels-- owing winner a boba. More than the price of the challenge, you are simply determined to defeat him in it because of how nonchalantly he had said “I don’t think you would last even 10 minutes”— What an absolute minx

You start working out, finishing the easy sets without any issues, occasionally throwing a look of victory towards your boyfriend, which he reciprocates with his well known smirk. 

“Y’know, princess, I feel like either way I’m scoring a win. After all, I’m the one getting to watch you stretch like that. You sure are good at it.” You hear Satoru say, knowing, without even looking, that he has that shit eating grin on his face. You turn your head sideways, looking at him.

Manspreaded, as usual. Arms outstretched over the expanse of the couch, his loose white shirt sticking with his skin from the stretch and you could almost make out the ridges and contours of his body. The sunlight swirls into the room, creating a soft golden light across his face, making his eyes look like the surface of the ocean glimmering under the summer sun. He looks….painfully beautiful, lazily lounging and smiling like that. 

You clear your throat, roll your eyes and quickly look away from him, trying to ignore how he and his way of looking are affecting you. You feel your cheeks pool with heat while you try to finish this set of goddamned toe touch stretches.

“Can’t live a second without your perverted mind, can you now? I’ll glue your blindfold with your eyes” you try to brush off any semblance of tension Satoru made you feel. 

“And you think it will stop me?”

Touché. You shake your head, continuing what you were doing, a small smile daring to peek on your face. 

A minute or so passes in silence before you peripherally see Satoru getting up towards you, and there – you feel his large hand pressed on your back while you stretch and try touching your toes as much as you can.

" 'Toru, wha-"

“Let me help you, princess. It looks like your form is pretty off. how are you winning the challenge with this?” Satoru grumbles as he flushes against your back. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you feel all the butterflies racing down in your stomach as his hands glide all over your back and your waist, squeezing it, apparently to “fix your form.”  He stands behind you, gently pressing on your lower back when you get down again to touch your toes, his hands gliding over your arms as he assists you in stretching, his face merely inches away from you as he bends down with you.

Satoru helps you out like this for a while, never moving his hands from your body. His chest still pressed against your back, moving along with yours. You feel his breath slowly hitting your neck, tingling you ever so softly. His breath tickles your ears as he breathily mutters a small “good girl” right against your ears.

 He’s purposely riling you up.

“No funny business, ‘toru.” Your voice carried a hint of warning. 

Satoru nods against your skin, followed by a soft chuckle, the vibrations rhyming against your body. He brushes his hands, palms flat against your shoulder, sliding down your arms.

Satoru feigns innocence that you're sure has flung itself out of the building hours ago, “I’m just helping you out, darling.” 

And just as you suspected— you feel his hand on your hips, rubbing circles as gently as a flower petal before turning you towards him. His hands dip down under your chin, and no sooner than that, his mouth is brushing over yours. A small breath of air escapes as he presses his lips, placing a feather-light kiss. Your breath shortens as he deepens the kiss almost immediately, his index and thumb holding your chin up towards him. You give in to the kiss, feeling his soft lips dance with yours. 

The kiss, as often shared between you two, blazes fire in its wake on your lips every time, without doubt. You let out a whine, prompting him to drag his lips across your jaws, his hands traveling down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, and pushing you flush against him. Your hands are raking through his soft white locks, tugging at them, pushing his head close to yours as  your mouth moves in tandem with his. 

Satoru groans, “thought you said no funny business. What happened? Can’t keep up with your words now?” 

“Shut up.” You drag him back into the kiss, effectively shutting him up with your neediness to feel him again. Your hands are on the back of his neck, holding close to him for leverage as you feel his tongue drive into yours, a hint of mint spreading in your mouth from him. He gently bites into your skin, sucking it a fiercely while his body finds a rhythm against yours. As if he dares to leave a molecule of space between you two.

Saturo groans into the kiss, the sound travelling straight down to your spine and reaching parts it shouldn’t. His mouth is now moving towards your cheek, placing little pecks as it slides down to your neck. 

His one hand is wrapped around your hair; the other is still placed firmly over your lower back. He breathes over you, and you could feel the cool, minty aftereffects before he places sloppy kisses all over your neck and collarbone, pushing your head to the side for more coverage. His hand wander all over your body, back to front, as if discovering its beauty for the first time. 

Satoru breaks off the kiss, looking at you, a little disheveled from this sudden makeout session. Your eyes mirror the same level of want and desire for him and this is enough to give Satoru the green light. Grabbing your ass, he lifts you up, feeling your legs encircle his torso. 

“I might have the perfect workout for you. Your silly little exercises aren’t as helpful as this one.”

“Oh really? And what that might be, may I know?” You exhale breathlessly, your forehead pressed against his. Satoru flashes that notorious smirk of his before pecking a small kiss on your swollen lips.

“For that, princess, you have to have my assistance, and this works great in the bedroom, although I’m not opposed if we end up doing this workout anywhere around the hou-.” 

“Satoru Gojo, you better start this “workout of yours” without any more nonsense, or I’ll change my mind.”

“As feisty as ever you are but as you wish, princess.”

for the boba- y'all do get two bobas after his special workout and procrastinate this bet for some other time. Never workout in front of Satoru Gojo (Always do)

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[tender-rosiey]

I love possessive men so can I ask for jealousy headcanons with Nanami Sukuna and Gojo? What they do when someone gets a lil tooooo close with their crush/partner? Hehe 😜

— WHEN THEY ARE JEALOUS

includes Gojo, Nanami, and Sukuna

ᴀ/ɴ: ohoho let us love possessive men together my dear also i am feeling silly send help

GOJO SATORU:

he trusts you a ton (obviously)

and he is pretty secure in himself and knows that you love him 🫶

AND he is very secure about your relationship—

okay who the fuck is that

okay fuck acting unbothered and fuck that guy who is talking to you

what do you mean?

he is totally okay, what’s wrong about him suddenly slipping a hand around your waist and resting his head on you?

he is glaring at the “poor” boy?

NONSENSE YOUR HONOR

but seriously he just gets sour that you aren’t paying attention to him, like screw the other person he doesn’t care about them

HE WANTS YOU YOU YOU

“y/n-san, I can always come back another time so we can discuss the details of the mission,” the man in front of you insists rather nervously.

you tilt your head, “it’s better if we discuss it now though? so we can be more prepared!”

the man fumbles with his words before finally blurting out, “a-actually I think I should go! B-BYE!” he squeals before sprinting out of your sight.

you sigh, head snapping behind you to the culprit of the man’s fright.

“satoru!” you scold.

said man takes his blindfold off, to look you directly in the eyes, “I did nothing! I swear on my dignity!”

“you don’t have any.”

gojo pouts preposterously before sighing and flinging his arms around theatrically, “oh how am I supposed to feel or act when my lover’s attention isn’t on me?”

“you could just wait until I am done,” you grumble and he waves his hand in dismissal.

“sugarboo—“ “don’t call me that.” “sugarboo, my need for attention is like thirst for water, it should be satisfied at the very same moment.”

your hand rests on your hip and gojo can sense a snarky and witty remark coming from a mile away, “if that’s the case then you shouldn’t be ‘thirsty’ for attention right now because we were cuddling an hour ago.”

“wait what.”

you give your back to him and wave your hand, mocking him, “I will see you in three days!”

you hear hurried steps getting closer to you before long arms wrap themselves around you, “oh come on, honey; don’t be so mean!”

you hold his chin, “thought you liked it when I am mean?”

“when did I ever say that?” he asks, eyes brimming with curiosity.

you turn to him, arms making their way around his neck, “lo and behold, one day when the great gojo satoru got drunk—“

“oh no,” he mumbles, knowing he is doomed.

“—he said, oh so passionately! ‘you’re like super hot when you cuss or be mean to me!‘“

gojo rolls his eyes, smirking, “got me thinkin’ you had something awful over me, sweets,” he hums.

he pulls you even closer and a grin makes its way to his face when you yelp, “I don’t mind admitting that when I am sober.”

“you’re so hot when you’re mean, makes me want to get on my knees and beg.”

at your speechless form, gojo lets go, satisfied with what he has done.

“I will see you later, sweet cheeks!”

you = 🤡

gojo = 🤡

🤡+🤡= 🫶

NANAMI KENTO:

i dont think he is a jealous guy

sure he might get a little irritated when someone takes your attention away for a little too long but what can he do

your life your choices and he shouldn’t interfere unless someone is making you uncomfortable

speaking of which, his six sense of “a little bitch is approaching my lover” is tingling right now ✨

you were in a club, surprisingly enough to some people.

a rather difficult mission was finally completed and it was very much successful so you and nanami settled on going to a club to drink a little and have a change of mood.

he swears he could listen to you giggle and ramble for hours, “you look radiant today, love.”

nanami’s hand brushes the hair out of your face and you smile shyly, “thank you, kento! I wore the dress you got me last week!” you chirp and he nods.

he already knows that you will look great in anything, but seeing you in it was a different story; you are a treat to the eye, an absolute sight for sore eyes.

you hear him sigh, a smile on his face when you look at him which makes you smile back, “what’s got our reliable sorcerer nanami on cloud nine?”

“none other than you,” he replies swiftly before standing up leaving you flustered; he presses a light kiss to your forehead, “I will get a drink, give me a moment.”

sometimes he forgets, he isn’t the only one who thinks you’re stunning because once he turns once again to your direction, a man is already there, seemingly drunk, and is too close for comfort.

nanami walks back to your table, slamming the cup down, just loud enough to catch the guy’s attention but not the others.

“got a problem, punk?” the drunk man slurs and nanami sighs, what a night this has become.

he replies back nonetheless, “you’re making my lover uncomfortable; I would appreciate if you went away.”

the guy laughs, “what d’ya mean?” his arms aiming to wrap itself around you, “me and this cutie were actually having fun—“

he is yanked roughly by the collar and pulled to the ground; nanami is now right by your side, pushing your head gently to his chest and you wrap your arms around him.

“I am not one for words of this nature but, scram out of here.”

nanami = 🤺

you = 🛐

za guy = 🫃

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

it isn’t jealousy as much as it’s possessiveness

like my guy is so confident that you will never leave him and that he satisfied your every need 😭✋

big words for a guy who can’t use a phone without scratching it everywhere

speaking of said nails

i have lost count how many people they sliced

👏👏 example of said slicing ahead

“m-my lord, there has been—“

sukuna groans, “speak clearly.”

the servant jolts in place, “y-yes my lord!” he starts all over again, “there has been a situation with the new village?…”

sukuna is getting irritated and anyone with one braincell can sense that. sadly, our dear guy only has half and all its power was channeled to admiration at the moment.

sukuna isn’t dumb, he knows that guy is lovestruck by something, so he turns his head towards the direction the servant is looking at so speechless and is rendered silent himself.

for multiple reasons.

you were adorned in a kimono, the finest fabric wrapped neatly around your body, and your face void of makeup save for the slight redness on your lip.

“hey ‘kuna!” you greet him and he hums before patting your head.

he ,sparing a mere glance at the servant, slices him into 6 slices that fall to the ground.

the room is silent for a bit before you speak up, “dude seriously?”

sukuna, the feared king of curses, pouts, “don’t call me that.”

“no like seriously, do you know how many people you have sliced because they looked at me?”

he dismisses the question, “‘don’t care.”

“we could make an actually human salad at this point.”

he gags, “it will taste disgusting and filthy, I am warning you.”

“honey, that’s literally the last thing I am worried about.”

he pulls you to his lap, his hands resting on your waist, “don’t you look extravagant, today.”

“wow big words.”

“I will push you off; don’t test me.”

sukuna= 😐

you=😇

the servant= 👱‍♂️🦵🦵💪💪

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[bokutosmochi]

PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS ♡ GOJO SATORU

art student!gojo satoru x fem!reader

"two orders of rolled ice cream for gojo satoru and @aizumie please!"

ingredients? you help gojo paint in more ways than one

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? usage of paint in a sexual setting

sugar level? 2.8k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? i feel like this is one of the more creative pieces i've done. i think i've written better smut, but because of how creative this one is, i'm very fond of it.

bon appetit!

he told you it was just going to be a regular painting date, and you took it seriously. after all, painting was one of gojo's biggest passions in life and this was not the first time you've had such a date.

the first hour you spent in his dorm room was what you expected. when you entered, you were greeted by two canvases on their easels. there were two chairs behind them for you and gojo to sit on while you worked, and a small table between them which held two sets of paint.

everything gone smoothly; well, as smooth as you were gonna get when it comes to your boyfriend. he laughed while he booped your nose with his red paint-covered finger, saying how you were too late in reference to rudolph the red nosed reindeer, called your name to make you turn to the side while he held a wet paintbrush close to your face, and his usual shenanigans.

after washing up and taking a short break though, satoru told you he needed your help with a particular painting for one of his classes.

"babyy, you would do anything for me, right?" he batted his pretty white eyelashes up at you while cuddled into your stomach which lightly churned at his words. it was like your body already knew he was up to something no good, and you couldn't help your body from doing so. he was gojo satoru, after all.

with eyes narrowed to slits, you gazed at him, "what is it, 'toru?"

he was quiet, very uncharacteristic. he flashed his best pout at you, and imitated puppy dog eyes which he knew you could never say no to. he rarely pulled the move out. it was what he considered to be his secret weapon against you, so needless to say, you became very curious about the favor he's going to ask of you.

"well, remember when i got sick last week and had to skip some classes?" you do. of course you do. you were the one to tell him that dancing in the rain was a bad idea, but him being himself, simply gave you the hoodie he was wearing and proceeded to run to the area of the campus without protection from the rain, your hand in his, and danced the night away like it wasn't twenty degrees and storming. other than that, you were also the one to nurse him back to health.

you didn't respond, only gave him a look that encouraged him to continue. "i wasn't able to attend my class with mr takeda, and uh, he informed me that," he flashed you a smile and held your hand "we were supposed to do nude paintings that day."

your eyebrows raised and he explained further. "the prof said he usually would be able to hook students up with models, but i refused." he said proudly. "didn't think you'd be comfortable if it was just me 'nd them."

you smiled warmly at him, running a hand through his snow-like hair. you probably wouldn't have kicked up a fuss if your boyfriend didn't refuse his professor's offer - you trusted gojo with your life and knew he would never do anything that would hurt you. other than that, it would be a professional setting between model and artist - but nevertheless, you were still thankful of how thoughtful he is. no matter how much of a menace to society gojo is, he is incredibly emotionally intelligent and he knows his limits.

"thank you, 'toru." you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "i really appreciate that." your voice is as soft as the strawberry chiffon cake satoru buys from the bakery across the university's gates, and as sweet as the treat. he melts at that, the way always does when it comes to you. "just one of the things to be grateful for when gojo satoru is your boyfriend." he chuckles bringing your intertwined fingers to his face and kissing your knuckles.

you shook your head at him fondly, but then was struck with curiosity fueled by the way he acted earlier. this was all good news that didn't strike a single negative emotion in you, so why was he buttering you up earlier.

"why were you being all pouty earlier though? sure seemed like you had something up your sleeve."

his sheepish grin returned and his cheeks got red. "was just gettin' to that part. since i turned down the prof's offer for a model, i kinda need someone else to model for me."

even without him saying the words, you already knew what he was trying to say, what the favor he's going to ask of you. your eyes widened in horror "can't you just call up professor takeda and ask if his offer still stands?" you pushed him off of you so you could stand up and pace around the room. "i can't just, be your model for your nude painting!"

he pouted at you, but his face did not look apologetic in the least. "but babyyy," he drawled the word out making you glare at him. "doin' that and going back on my word will make me look bad. is that you want for your precious boyfriend who did this to make you happy and feel secure in our relationship?"

satoru always had a way with words and especially a way with puppy dog eyes. it worked like a charm, just like how he expected it to.

now here you found yourself laying down on his bed with your head turned to the side and your back arched.

stripped naked.

"don't worry, baby. i'll change your face in the painting so people won't know it's you." he was painting your skin now, mixing colors to mimic your skin tone perfectly.

you rolled your eyes at him for the nth time that night.

you knew that this was inevitable. gojo was supposed to do nude paintings with his class, but he wasn't able to attend. his professor offered to call an individual who could model for him, but he turned it down. of course this would be the outcome. you knew that, but you simply couldn't help yourself.

"we're dating satoru." you stated plainly. "everyone knows that, and you're famous. word travels fast. i bet everyone already knows you didn't attend that nude painting class and that you turned down professor takeda's offer." you couldn't help but cover your face with your hands. "which means that when people see this, they'll know it's me. who else could it be?"

all of a sudden, your hands were pried from your face and gojo was a few mere inches from you. "who cares? you're gorgeous, baby. one of the reasons why i turned down professor takeda's offer in the first place was so i could brag my beautiful girlfriend to all the fuckers on campus." he smirks before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. "now stop panicking 'bout it."

you're helpless when it comes to him. you lose your train of thought, and automatically reach up to circle your arms around his neck like it was a reflex and kissing him deeper.

he sat up from his position over you to sit down, taking you with him, and making you straddle his lap. "you have been such a naughty girl for me, huh princess?" he provokes you, the tip of his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. "i have been nothing but nice and considerate to your feelings." he picked you up and walked over to an empty canvas in the corner of his room. "i chose to pick you as my model because of how intimate it is and you have been acting like such a damn brat the whole time." he speaks through his teeth.

one of his hands snake to your neck and squeezes lightly. "you want to be a brat? fine. i'll show you how ungrateful brats get treated." he let go of your neck and dropped you to the floor on your feet. he grabbed your by your hips to spin you around. now, you were facing the empty beige canvas and he was behind you.

the air in the room was hot with anticipation. as always, satoru seemed to have something planned, but you had no idea what it is. it still excited you though. you trusted him after all.

you turned your head to the side to connect your lips with his and kissed him feverently. the way he had a hand on your side, tracing random figures with his warm fingers set your nerves ablaze. it was a simple gesture, and although you would fawn over it if you were just cuddling, it was different in this environment, and he knew it. he knew all the ways in order to wind up up and have you putty in his hands. begging, whining putty, that is.

you were so invested in him, in the way he consumed you and your entire being that you didn't even feel the way he was leaning down though he was taking you with him while he was doing so. you just realized that something had happened when you felt something cold and ticklish on your stomach.

you jumped a bit, and looked down at the culprit to see his hand, covered in hot pink colored paint. your stomach was the same color now too.

he didn't pay much mind to it, completely ignoring your gaze. instead, he leaned down once again, now with you aware of his actions. he dipped his hand into the can of paint, and spread it all over your pelvis.

he grinned at you, biting the lobe of your ear lightly, then trailing down your neck.

"tits next, yea?" his voice sent a shiver of excitement running up and down your spine and he could tell. he knew your body too well at this point.

"you like that, hmm?" his voice was teasing as he let his hand hover over your breasts and let the paint drip, drip, drip.

you marveled at his patience, knowing how much your gasps as the cold paint rolled over your perky nipples affected him. it was something he always voiced out; how much the noises you let out in the bedroom made his cock throb.

"there ya go."

it's a whisper into the space. he didn't want to speak too loudly, didn't want his voice to drown out your pretty moans as he gropes at your tits and pinches your nipples between his fingers. "let it all out."

you were next to convulsing in his hold, squirming around and making so much pretty noises he's sure he could get himself off to alone if he tried. you just felt so stimulated even though satoru hasn't even entered you yet. the way he's kept one warm hand on your body, the way satoru knew how to touch and play with you just right, the way you felt how they rolled down you, pleasureably in this context was too much for you and you wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to fuck you already.

"'toru, 'toru, fuck me, please." you sobbed, turning your face to the side and whining into his bicep. "want you so bad!"

you could feel vibrations from where he stood, pressed up behind you. "yeah, baby? already begging for my cock? well, i should take care of my princess before the paint dries on her pretty skin, hmm?" he presses his cock onto your slit, before pulling out, and rubbing it over the hood of your clit making you cry out once again. "no more teasing! please, 'toru, want your cock so bahhh-" you were cut off by him entering you in one go.

you were already so wet, beads of your arousal mixed with satoru's paint dripping from your pussy to your thighs. your boyfriend did not have any problem or met any resistance as he buried himself to the hilt.

your breath hitched in your throat as he began to thrust in and out of you, pressing you into the canvas as he goes. he had a vice-like grip on your hips, one that's so tight you knew he would leave fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning, but you couldn't get yourself to care if it meant he would fuck you the way he was.

"this what you wanted?" he panted into your ear. you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive neck, and you swore you could almost taste the chocolate and spearmint candy he had a few minutes before on your tongue. the intimacy and sensuality of it all made you gush out again, coating his balls and making him swear.

it felt so good for the both of you and right then and there, satoru promises to take you to the fancy, gourmet boba place you kept on raving about because he doubts you feel as good as he does and he needs to make it up to you. he doubts you currently feel as pleasured as he is with your warm and wet pussy enveloping his cock, even when his hand travels down your body and gently rubs at your clit the way he knew you liked it.

"i'm so close." you breathed out, not at all minding the way you softly continued to thud against the large canvas in front of you. it was in the back of your mind, you couldn't even register it right now. the only thing you could feel, the only thing that mattered was the tight coiling between your thighs. "please, toru, please. n-no more teasing."

you sincerely hoped satoru was just as into it as you were because you were a mess. you had no doubt in your mind that if satoru was in a better condition than you are right now, he would relentlessly dangle this day over your head; nothing quite stroked his ego as much as you begging and whining for his cock.

"let go for me,"

that was all you needed to hear before cumming and letting the tightly wound knot explode.

you didn't know how long your orgasm lasted. you're ninety nine percent sure you passed out because the next thing you knew, you were in satoru's bed, still nude, but now with your regular skin color -- he has already cleaned all the paint away.

satoru looked like the opposite of you. he was fully clothed and entirely composed now, sat behind the easel in front of the bed.

normally, he strongly disliked it whenever his art making sessions were disturbed - something about snapping him out of the zone, he told you once - but this time, his face lifted with something akin to excitement when you woke up.

"finally, was starting to think i dicked you down too hard." he smirked, standing up. "c'mon, i have something to show you."

you tried to do as he said, to no avail. your felt an ache in your legs which shook with effort when you stood up. you couldn't even hold yourself up properly, needing support from the bedpost.

seeing your dilemma, satoru walked over with no problems at all, only a hint of amusement in his features. "alright princess. seems like i did dick you down too hard." he chuckled, picking you up and carrying you bridal style.

you shook your head and leaned against his chest with your eyes closed, still tired. you only opened them up when you felt satoru stop walking.

your eyes widened and your fingers longed to reach out in front of you and touch the canvas your boyfriend fucked you against. now it is no longer mere canvas, but an art piece. the shape of your body was stamped onto the beige color, satoru's body being the force behind it.

"pretty cool, eh? had a dream about this once and couldn't get the idea out of my mind."

you blinked at him. "you have dreams of us having sex?"

"all the time." his answer was shameless, but perhaps that was one of the things you loved about him so much; the way he was shameless about loving you. "aw c'mon, aren't you gonna gawk at our masterpiece some more?" he pouted making you roll your eyes.

"'m tired, toru. lemme sleep first, then i'll gawk at it, alright?"

i get: reblog

you get: a new set of paint

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