#jujtsu kaisen smut

[flseur]

꒰ 𐙚 holiday sex — jjk men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : winter dates that jjk men would take you on, and what happens after them !

⟡ characters : satoru gojo, kento nanami, suguru geto

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, size kink, standing doggy, overstimulation, soft to rough sex, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, teasing, praising, squirting

౨ৎ note : this started off as a genshin fic but i turned into a jjk one bc i haven’t posted anything for it in a bit

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

❥₊ ⊹ with his apartment being right near a canal, during the winter time it was bound to be frozen over. and one of satoru’s favourite things to do, ever since he was a child, was ice skating.

so when the months got colder, and the ice was thick enough to skate on, he was excited to have you celebrate that tradition with him. he made you sit on a bench while he tied your skates and made sure that your jacket was tightly done up before taking you by the hand, leading you on the ice.

his nose and cheeks were flushed red due to the cold weather the two of you were once outside in, but also because of the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his cock.

he had you bent over the granite top of his kitchen counter, the idea of the hot chocolates you once craved long forgotten with how satoru was bullying your velveteen walls.

your slick messily coated his length, dripping down his balls as he pulled soft mewls from your throat. the thrusts of his cock were delicious paired with the feeling of his large hands grabbing at the soft skin of your hips, pulling them back to meet his thrusts halfway.

"a-ah! satoru! s'big..." your words slur, your mind was too focused on the searing pleasure your boyfriend was giving you instead of forming a full sentence.

satoru curses at the sounds of your moans, your sobs only spurring him on more. he watches the fat of your ass move each time his thick cock grinds into your pussy. his pace was unrelenting and his thrusts were calculated, each one hitting that gooey spot inside of you.

you were so perfect. pretty face with crystalline tears running down the apples of your cheeks, back sinfully arched, clothes discarded, and your cunt that satoru swore was made just for him was milking him dry.

"so perfect, baby..." he groans, "you're so fucking perfect." then one of the hands that was on your hip slithered to where the two of you were connected. his lithe fingers feathered above your clit, teasing you lightly.

"don't tease..." you sigh. your breath hitches then fades into a moan when you feel his digits begin to rub circles on the bundle of nerves.

it was all too much. satoru was too much. the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, him playing with your clit, and his moans. he invaded your every sense and you swore you could feel him everywhere all at once.

"ohmygod... g'nna cum, fuck!" you cry out, body spasming and pussy convulsing as white, hot pleasure shoots across your abdomen. your legs were about to give out due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure but satoru's strong grip on your hips is tight and his cock is still pistoning in and out of your sopping cunt.

"give me one more, baby... one more..."

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

❥₊ ⊹ what started off as kento travelling overseas to new york for a business trip, turned more into a vacation with you accompanying him on it.

he at first was very adamant about focusing on doing the paperwork for his up and coming meeting for the company’s clientele. but when it comes to you, his workaholic demeanour faltered fairly quickly.

he let you drag him down the snowy-covered concrete paths of new york to look at the different stores, hand in hand. you stopped at different shops and bought a few gifts for friends for the holiday season, then you pulled him over to some little cafe in an old brownstone building to grab warm apple ciders, hoping it would satiate your sweet tooth.

and as the sun sets, casting the beautiful city in an orange haze, the two of you decide to make your way back to the hotel you were staying at. as the two of you unlock the door to your room, you can't help but give your husband a sweet smile. and kento can't help but kiss it off of your face.

those sweet kisses turned into something more. winter coats discarded and your clothes soon following after them, as you've now found yourself underneath kento, moaning and swallowing back loud sobs as his cock stretched out your little hole.

kento peppered open-mouth kisses on your neck as he shallowly thrusts inside your pussy. "fuck… sweetheart... stop squeezing so tight..." he groans.

"you feel s'good, kento..." you moan, fingers lacing themselves through his blonde hair, tugging at the roots.

his thrusts sped up, fucking into you at a rougher pace and you cry out.

he pulls away from your neck to look at you, god you were so beautiful. kento brings one of his large hands down to your abdomen and presses down on it, watching your eyes roll back into your head. the strained moans he was pulling from your throat were heaven-sent.

your pussy pulsed around his cock, dragging him further in. kento's head lolled back as he felt you squeeze him tight again. the hand that was once on your abdomen creeps down and rubs fast circles on your puffy clit.

he couldn't hold back his moans as he continued to fuck you senseless. you felt so good but hell, he looked so fucking hot right now, you could cum just at the sight of him.

his usual stoic facial expression was completely gone and replaced with one overwhelmed with pleasure. his skin was flushed pink all over, hair messily pushed out of his face and his abs, covered in a sheen of sweat, contracted with every rut into your messy pussy.

your orgasm washed over you with little to no warning, you grabbed at kento's broad shoulders as you shook from the intensity of it, nails digging into the skin and he groans.

"o-oh fuck! kento!" you cried out. "cum inside! please cum inside!" you were begging him to fill you up, to make you mess. and that was all he needed to hear to have him spiral into his own orgasm. kento's thrusts became irregular as his hips stuttered, eventually stilling inside of you.

"shit..." he cursed as he came, his cock twitching inside of your dripping cunt. "you're so messy..." he chuckled, pulling out watching his cum dripping out of your hole.

"says you..." you mumble, hiding a smile, "you look like shit for a serious businessman."

"haha." kento gives a sarcastic laugh then lays down on your chest, pressing kisses to your jawline.

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

❥₊ ⊹ as winter comes each year, the weather gets colder which meant that it was finally the perfect time to stay inside. so when you looked outside of your apartment and seen it snowing, you decided that it was the perfect time for you and your boyfriend, suguru, to do some holiday festivities.

"oh wow!" you gasp, looking at his gingerbread house. “a-are the windows supposed to look like they’ve been broken into?”

suguru snorts at your question, “they’re supposed to be curtains. and this,” he points at two blobs of icing that you were assuming to be snow piles, “is us. see?”

“really?” you ask, trying your hardest not to laugh. his effort at trying to make this cute made your heart swell, but he wasn’t exactly the best at executing it.

“no, i’m just fucking with you,” he laughs. “i forgot to put the metal thing on the icing bag so it just spilled out there.”

“you mean the piping tip?”

“yeah, that thing.” he smiles.

you giggle at him then yawn lightly. “do you want to go watch that christmas movie now?” you ask.

suguru nods his head, you could tell that he was getting a bit bored with decorating the gingerbread houses. so, the two of you quickly cleaned up then head to the couch.

though soon enough, you weren't paying much attention to the movie. suguru had peeled your clothes off of you, leaving searing kisses in his wake, completely distracting you from the film. as he reached lower and lower, you felt your breath hitch when he was face to face with your cunt.

"need me this badly, baby?" he teases, bringing up a teasing finger to your folds, collecting your arousal on the tip of it.

and who were you to ignore him? you did need him, especially when he was looking up at you behind those long black eyelashes, and his pink lips so close to where you wanted him most.

"y-yes..." you stutter, "please.."

suguru smirks then leans in and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit. his lips wrap around your bundle of nerves as one of his digits pushes into your pussy, thrusting in and out.

you choke back a sob when he adds a second, then a third finger into your aching cunt, hips grinding down onto his face. he hums against your clit, pulling back to watch you.

your face was contorted in pleasure, one hand grabbing at the cushion of the couch while the other grabbed at your own breast, pinching and tweaking your pert nipple. you were making it harder and harder for suguru to ignore the ache of his cock, begging to be freed from the confines of his boxers.

he brings his mouth back to your pussy, flattening his tongue and then swirling your clit around with it as his fingers continue to pump inside you at an unapologetic pace.

"just like that! mph!" you cry out, arching your back. you were so dizzy, the feeling of suguru's tongue in between your folds was driving you crazy.

the taste of your arousal was intoxicating to him, he wanted you to cum so badly. but he wanted you to cum, everywhere.

as your moans become higher pitched, suguru knew you were going to come soon. he angled his fingers to hit that spongy spot inside of you, your eyes rolled backwards as you orgasmed with a strangled cry.

"i-i'm cumming! oh! fuck!" you hiccup, hips spasming against suguru's face as you squirt. your arousal coats his hand, upper arm, lower half of his face and suguru drank it all in.

"that's it, princess... make a mess on my face." he mumbles, fingers still pistoning inside your pussy. you felt yourself being hurrled into your second orgasm and it was coming quickly.

"suguru! can't! is t'much! oh my fucking god!" you sob, gasping as you cum for a second time. white flashes blurred your vision as your head spun, hips sputtering and your pussy clenched around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm.

"good girl." suguru praises you, finally removing his soaked digits from your sopping pussy. he presses a kiss to your clit before coming up to kiss your temple. "you did so good for me, baby.”

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[tojjist]

“At Least” S. Gojo

☆ genre: angst to fluff (kinda)

☆ pairings: Gojo Satoru x f! reader

☆ summary: After Geto left, nothing has been the same. Especially not your relationship with Gojo Satoru. Once you decide to move to Kyoto for good, Gojo is less than pleased. But fate does not seem to want to let you go.

☆ cw: mentions of sex, depressed gojo, not spoiler free, hopping between timelines but like i added non-canon events, smoking, drinking, getting drunk, high school Gojo being a high school boy, cussing, mentions of drunk sex but it doesn’t happen, mentions character death (from the anime), gojo satoru (yes that's a trigger warning).

☆ wc : 5.6k

☆ a/n: this has been in the doing for so long? I've been waiting to have the chance to upload it for maybe a year now smh. Also was originally written for an irl of mine lmao

“Oh my god,” you emphasize each word, pushing the wooden chair away with your knee. “Satoru, is it yours?”

His black pupils, lined with iris the color of morning skies, study your figure from behind the shaded glasses, pink lips quirking slightly upwards in approval of your attention.

“Nah, it's only staying with me for a week,” he stated, watching nervously as you strode over to him. “His owner is away for some business.”

Your attention remained fixed on the pet in Satoru's long, long arms. Your face lit up when a bark escaped the infant animal. “Can I hold it?”

Satoru watched over you carefully, pleading eyes coming in line with his blues. You make it hard to say anything other than an immediate yes, but he tries to stretch out the conversation to his best ability.

“It's 400 yen for 10 minutes,” he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his words. He earned a look of amusement from you; a small victory. He then braced himself for the next part. Satoru bent down, meeting you eye-to-eye, and noticed your breath catching in anticipation. “Or... you can shorten your skirt.”

Your face took no time to grow hot, not giving any verbal answer besides the blank expression you stare at him with. For a second, Gojo let himself think he's the victor of this little challenge he started in his head. But he soon came to realize how grave of a mistake he's made.

You're not flustered, you're angry.

“You're such a fucking pervert,” you fume, eyes glaring daggers. He dares not move, noticing the way your eyes flutter over his face.

“You're truly unbelievable,” the shorter male chuckled, making sure he didn't bump into Satoru's now-bruised arm. “What were you even thinking?”

“I thought it was funny, y'know?” He huffed in response. Gojo's fingers ran through his own bright locks as he took a seat on the wood hung up by metal chains. "Besides, has she always been this strong? Physically, I mean."

Geto stared into the reddish sky of dusk, placing himself into a swing in turn and kicking the air so the swing would start moving. "I don't know. Girls are really full of surprises.”

He never thought, not in a million years, things would come to this. Ever since Gojo's last encounter with Geto after he, well, changed... Gojo became unable to face anyone quite the same way he did before.

How did he get here? How did things escalate to this? Thinking about it, Geto had shown signs of a change in his heart and mind. It was Satoru's fault, was it not? He should have done better. He should have noticed. How could he not have? wasn't he the strongest? Wasn't that his job? How could he be so bad at everything?

How could he fail everyone like this?

“Gojo-San?”

Your feminine voice cut his train of thought. He almost forgot the situation he is now stuck in. He's been doing that a lot: losing himself in thought, mind almost immune to the outer world until he temporarily lost his sense of self. Nothing felt quite the same any more. It was like the world had lost its color.

“Sorry- What's up?” He turned to you. Gojo-san, you called him. When did you stop using his given name? What's with the '-san'? Gojo hadn't realized that losing one person was the first step, and now he found himself deep in the road of losing everyone.

And now he's stuck in the elevator with the girl he had liked for so long. He couldn't find it in himself to say anything to you, to push your buttons like he always did or joke around. When did the world become so heavy? He does not know.

“Are you okay? You seemed off.”

Your face is devoid of any genuine emotion, seemingly expressionless. But your voice is laced with concern. Gojo could only guess you didn't want him thinking you pity him or anything of such. But if that isn't the case, he wouldn't know. He's too tired to bother thinking about it.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm fine,” he smiled in assurance, “Just bothered by, well, this-” he threw his hand in the way of the control panel. The elevator doors have been stuck for almost twenty minutes now. How pleasant.

“uh huh,” you sigh, turning back around. How did you turn so cold?

When the silence stretches, you start a conversation, hesitant at first. “By the way, I got accepted as a helper in a nursery in Kyoto,” you mutter, gaze avoiding his own. “they're expecting me to start work right after spring break.”

Spring break?

Holy shit. It hit him like a truck. That’s barely a week and a half from now.

“Spring break? Why so soon?”

“That’s when the students file back in,” you mumble, fiddling with the watch placed around your wrist. You pause to read the time, then turn to meet his eyes. “I’m leaving in four days to get settled.”

“Oh…” His breath caught, “Train?”

What a stupid question. He knows. Satoru has never been unintelligent, especially in conversing. But now his unintelligence shines through as if it’s his only trait. He’s glad you don’t question it.

“Yeah, I have no other form of transport really.”

“Well, uh…” He hates himself. He hates himself for not doing anything. He hates himself for being so weak and  cowardly, for being unable to keep his friends around him, for shutting everyone he holds close out. But now, he especially hates himself for being unable to feel happy for you, or to congratulate you on the opportunity, “come visit us every once in a while, yeah?”

Your mouth remains shut, only staring at the tall man before your eyes. The silence stretches between the two of you once again, and you don’t find it in you to speak of how you feel.

“You.. you know you could have died, right? We all could have b-but you…” You trail off, thoughts splattered like a spilled pot of ink. Although you seemed unfazed, in your mind you were anything but. Haibara, Riko, and all the losses that trailed and every event that followed has been stressful and nerve-wrecking. And even in the quietness and silence of the general atmosphere, it has been nearly impossible to find peace within yourself.

“Well, I didn’t. What happened had passed. Can you change that? I doubt so. No point in ‘if’ and ‘could’ve’.”

Before you could respond,the lights flickered back on. You grow unsure if you’ve struck a nerve, but that wasn’t what you meant. Gojo’s response had nothing to do with what you said, you were sure he knew exactly what your words were meant for. Why is he so scared of confronting it?

You don’t know. You could never hope to know because you and Gojo Satoru live in different worlds, the man who was only Satoru some time ago. You were worlds apart, yet  Satoru loved to play pretend that he lived in the same world as you, even when he stuck out like a sore thumb. But he was no longer. Ever since Geto left… it’s safe to say everyone has been changing slowly, deforming from their previous lives and personalities. But Satoru flipped, like the head and tail of a coin, he got himself a new face. He turned into Gojo Satoru; the strongest. A soul unalive. A broken boy in an ever growing body. A stranger.

Two days later you find yourself still roaming the campus , searching so desperately for something. Anything. A reason to stay, perhaps? You don’t find it anyway. You have no attachment as this place holds nothing but misery. Or that’s what you told yourself over and over as you packed your things.

Your steps were graceful, walking so cautiously as if careful to not wake someone up. Your fingers find rest on the old, dusty door frame, pushing yourself into the room that hadn’t been used for a good month or so. The classroom looked the same as it always did. Except for the shadow that loomed over it; a gray shade that sent chills down your spine. Or maybe it’s just your imagination. 

Then you spot something rather out of place. You’re sure you’ve never seen it before and although you know it’s none of your business, the way it tugs at the strings of your curiosity is undeniable.

It’s red, poking out of what you’re sure is Gojo’s desk. The gloomy classroom was no fit for paper with a color so vibrant. 

Your heart skips a beat when you glimpse the seat next to Satoru’s. You do your best to avoid looking at Geto’s desk any further. You busy yourself with the task at hand, reaching out for the mysterious paper hidden in the wooden desk. Shivers run up your arm at the texture of the scrunched paper.

You attempt to straighten it to your best ability, strained by his hard work of crumbling it with obvious frustration. you can barely make out the letters of your name in the middle of the paper, outlined by a messy circle. How Gojo of him. A few lines stick out of the ‘circle’, one of them has the name of a steakhouse somewhere in Tokyo. Another has a date, reading somewhere along February. It’s near impossible to make out what the small combination of letters say, especially when Satoru’s handwriting is closer to symbols than a comprehensible language.

The thought of it was so funny it didn’t feel like him at all. Satoru never planned anything. Every breath he took was based on pure impulse. Never would it have occurred to you that he thinks through things, let alone brainstorm.

The thought makes you smile. But the realization that he never asked you out because he changed his mind or everything that happened getting in his way makes your stomach churn unpleasantly. 

You decide it’s probably for the best to never bring it up. It would only make matters worse for both of you. Life ran its course; who are you to try and change it?

“I apologize, but my answer remains. I refuse to take part in this,” you spoke in an even tone. “I have a job and a life away from jujutsu. I’ve made it clear sorcery is not a part of my life anymore.”

"That’s completely understandable,” the old man argued, his voice hoarse with age. You’re pretty sure you hear anger further straining his voice, “but your technique is quite strong. That strength could be of great assistance if put to use.”

“Thank you, sir,” you dip your head, maintaining eye contact with the decaying man. “But I truly apologize. The decision is final.”

“If you ever do change your mind, please let us know. We’d be more than happy to hear it.”

You almost let a sigh of relief escape. Finally he gave up. You end up only nodding your head in response gratefully, retreating from the old man. As soon as you're safe and out of sight, you let your posture drop, eyes rolling back in annoyance. These guys are truly as relentless as ever.

You stopped upon a familiar scent catching in your nostrils. Lifting your head up, your eyes roam around, scanning the room for your friend.

“You look troubled,” Shoko approaches you, taking the cigarette out from between her teeth. “What’s with the face?”

“How is that man even alive,” you look at her, “he’s ancient.”

Your comment earns a light chuckle from the brunette. “I’m glad I never have to get caught up in this bullshit.”

“Blissed aren’t you,” you roll your eyes as you speak. “I shouldn’t have come in the first place, I knew they were going to do this.”

“It’s alright, you’re all done now. Here-” Your friend then lifts the cigarette up, putting it near your mouth. When you don’t show any resistance she, being the bad influence she has always been, proceeds to place it between your lips. You waste no time, making quick work of the drag you inhale, bringing the familiar cloud of toxic chemicals and tobacco into your lungs. Your expression relaxes, shifting into one of relief. Shoko scoffs playfully, muttering that you’re dramatic under her breath before she pulls her cigarette from you, taking in a drag.

“Satoru’s here, by the way,” Shoko didn’t need to look at you to guess the way your eyes snap towards her. She bites back a smile. “He’s calmed down. He’d even seem the same as long as you don’t squint too hard.”

“Good for him,” you mutter, trying to seem as unbothered and nonchalant as your accelerating heart rate would allow. You avoid looking at Shoko, trying to seem disinterested. You know she’d pretend you weren’t gawking at her the second she said his name.

“He’s trying, you know. He’s just as nervous as you are.”

“‘M not nervous,” you scoff, “For god’s sake. It’s been ten years already.”

Satoru is stressed. He's nervous, as Shoko put it. He’d spent so long trying to ignore the past, pretend the past wasn’t at all. He couldn’t confront it. He didn’t want to. Satoru knows what he’s done, he's aware that he hurt you the last time you two had interacted. And that was ten years ago. He even let you leave without so much as a goodbye. How could he look you in the eye and pretend nothing has ever happened?

Gojo didn’t want to face the consequences of what he’s done. More so what he hasn’t. So many things were left unsaid in the elevator that day. They’ve been hanging over Satoru ever since, weighing his heart down and wearing it out.

What if he’s met by another woman? Ten years change a lot as is. What if the eyes that meet his aren’t yours? What if he finds himself talking to a stranger that carries around your name and features? Of all the horrors Gojo Satoru had faced in his life, nothing caused dread to pool in the pit of his stomach like this thought does.

Shoko seems to find something beyond you interesting. You don’t bother to turn to see as the brunette has always been a little in her own head. She’s probably just dozed off.

“Hey, think you can hold this for me?” Shoko muttered once Gojo crossed her sight. She stands facing you, averting his gaze. “I’ll be right back, nature’s calling.”

From his distance, Gojo couldn’t make out what the two of you were saying. He watched as your shoulders shook, presumably in laughter. Shoko then made her away from you, barely sparing Satoru a glance.

Every step he took felt heavy, weights landing on his shoulders as he moved towards you. He watched smoke emerge from over your head. He didn’t know you smoked. And even though he’s not completely sure what you do for a living now, he’s not expecting any nursery to accept a smoker in their team.

His long strides finally arrived, opting to remain a step behind you. Close enough to make his presence known.

The aura was unmistakable, almost as if it could be physically sensed. You freeze in place, the cigarette remaining a few inches from your lips. Even after he changed his perfume to one a lot more manly and appealing, and clearly grew taller judging by the shadow he cast over you, his presence still had the same strength as it did before. If not stronger. Anyone else would say it’s intimidating. But you find surprising comfort in it.

“That’s going to kill you,” his hand  reached from over your head, making sure to not cause any unnecessary physical contact. His fingers slip the burning cigarette  from your grip. You find yourself unable to make a single move in response, only watching his actions unfold.

He took a step, moving closer, dimming the light from the roll by rubbing it against the metal bars, then throwing it off the balcony. “You’re too young to kill yourself like that.”

“That bitch Shoko set me up,” You hiss, regaining your composure. “Will you look who showed up. You’re killing the ecosystem by throwing waste like this, Gojo.”

Although you haven’t glanced his way yet, You were every bit sure his mouth was quirked in the same smug smirk he wore so much when you were younger. You could even hear it in his voice as he spoke, “You haven’t grown at all, have you?”

“Oh shut it,” you chuckle. “You’re still as immature as ever. How you could be a manchild at 27 is a wonder to me.”

27… It felt so weird to say it out loud. Weren’t you just 17 a few days ago?

“Oh, how you hurt me,” he says in exaggeration, his voice conveying anything but the hurt he claims to feel. “That isn’t very nice of you.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” You say. He laughs a little, you do too. But the silence that follows is not that of a joke. He knew what you’re referring to. Maybe he underestimated your last encounter’s effect on you.

The silence speaks for itself. It’s louder than any conversation you’ve had before. What now? What have we become? Is it of any use to try anymore? Neither of you had an answer to the question that began to surface with this interaction.

The questions remain hung in the air, dimming the atmosphere around you. Was this fate’s doing? Or his karma? Gojo has always been told he’s a god, but how could he be a higher form of life when he struggled so much to hold a conversation?

He’s about to speak again when you cut him off, muttering “here-” as you push your hand down the coat you wore. Your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek as you search for the anonymous object.

You pull out a worn out paper, grown from what could have been a bright red to an orangish shade. His eyes study as you shove the paper in his  direction, eyes avoiding his gaze at all costs.

Seeing your bashful expression made him rather curious, the contents of the wrinkled paper piquing his interest. He hesitates before he pulls the paper from your hand, half-expecting you to bite him.

The letters were scribbles, almost like they’re straight out of some cult’s ritual,  that with the wrinkles of the worn out paper making reading it next to impossible. Still, he could make out just enough to realize what this paper is. His eyes widened behind the blindfold. It didn’t take much to remember this paper, trivial as it may be.

“You found this- how did you even…?” he trails off, confused.

“I guess I did,” You confirm. He’s unsure if you’re proud of yourself for your rather… interesting discovery. It’s bold of you to pull this out ten whole years later. But he can’t deny the relief he feels that at least this means you don’t completely hate him. For once, he’s truly at loss for words. 

But he wouldn’t let a perfect opportunity like this slide.

“Oh, so you’re in love with me? You’re so obsessed with me that you kept this for so many years, what a loyal fangirl.”

Before he knew it, a weight so crushing landed on his foot. He turned off his infinity around you as a sign of trust. But he soon came to regret his rather unsmart decision. Your foot stomped and crushed his toes. It makes him groan in pain, bending slightly forward.

“Tomorrow, at Narisawa in Minato city, 5:30. I’m leaving for Kyoto in 3 days. Don’t waste your chance again, Gojo Satoru. You’re not getting another one.”

“I take it you’ve been in love with me ever since?” He leans forward, elbows on the table. “Say, did you fascinate about me?”

“Hmm..” you hum softly at his childish question, “only a little.” You show no signs of interest in his tactics as you sipped the wine in your hand. Undeniably, Gojo is taken aback by your lack of reaction. He hasn’t known you to be so reserved and smart at keeping him on edge. He couldn’t help finding your new behavior enticing.

Is there anything else you’d like to have?” You nodded your head towards the plates sitting on the table, some empty and some half-full. “Or do you wanna do something else before I go back to the hotel?”

“Hmm? Maybe I could join you at the hotel, actually. Surely it’ll be a lot less lonely with me around?”

You’re tempted by his offer, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach. He looked strikingly handsome today. Maybe you were just really lonely and touch starved, or maybe it’s the way his lips quirk as he teases you that makes your brain a little hazy, inappropriate thoughts floating through it and send jolts to your core. Yet, you set your mind on refusing his advances. You haven’t had a decent conversation since high school, for god's sake.

He keeps his eyes set on you, shining before him. You looked glamorous. He’d lie if he said there wasn’t a certain allure to  your matured looks. The years that flew by changed a lot of things about you two, but his breath still catches in his throat when your eyes meet his dreamy blues. The feelings rush back, memories clouding his train of thought. 

He’s sure he’s going to pay. He didn’t mind it at all, what a small price for getting to spend an evening with you. But you surprise him when you bring up that you had already put your card down, courtesy of having been the one to ask him out. Or maybe this was your way of telling him that you are in pretty good condition, living perfectly well without needing sorcery.

“How’s working as a jujutsu teacher?” you quip, smiling softly. “Utahime says you’ve got some interesting kids in your pack? Two special grades, too. You’re sure a favorite attraction for wonders.”

“You’re still in contact with her too?” he dodges talking about his students, not meeting your gaze. “That’s ironic. Weren’t we friends too?”

A hoarse chuckle emerges from him. But nothing about it leads back to amusement, as it was a joyless sound devoid of life. Almost as if he were mocking you. The dark lenses of the shades sitting on the bridge of his nose served as a shield. He curses himself for being so weak. He's almost thirty but somehow you’ve got him acting like he did when he was 17. 

“You didn’t try to contact me either,” you shrug, not willing to take the blame for your lack of contact. 

“You could have visited then. Even Yaga talked about you every once in a while,” he isn’t too happy and it’s showing.

“All good things, I hope-“

“Don’t change the subject,” he frowns, an uneasy edge outlining his words. “He was enough. You didn’t have to go ahead and leave too.”

“I had to move on, Gojo,” the name felt like a jab every time you used it. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything about it. This is how you drew your boundaries. Calling them by their last names gives you a false sense of satisfaction, convincing yourself that your sorcerer friends are past figures now. Mere acquaintances. 

“-I couldn’t remain hung there forever, I valued my mental health. You grew distant, the atmosphere was growing uneasy every day. I had to cut ties with Jujutsu before I couldn’t recognize myself anymore.”

“Yet you’re here now. Back to square one,” his playful tone was long gone, now replaced by an even, stern one. “Whether you moved away or called us by our last names. It’s a curse you can’t escape. you’ll always end up back in the palms or jujutsu.”

His words held some truth. You know that. But just as he refused to confront this past, you repulsed the idea of your reality. You truly want to believe that you could escape this part of yourself and live a normal life. You couldn’t come to terms with your inability. You held onto your hopes as if your sanity completely depended on it. Another thing that won’t change no matter how much you grew.

“I'll be okay as long as I refuse to interact with this world.”

Once you leave the restaurant, you find yourself wandering through the rich streets of Minato city. It felt as though the night was pulling you further into its welcoming embrace, with nothing rushing you.

“He was only thirteen,” you chuckle, arm linked in his. “It’s unbelievable how bold kids nowadays are.”

“I would’ve done the same thing, honestly,” he smirks, his gaze fixed on the stores around.

“Of course. You’ve got the brains of a thirteen year old.”

Satoru grins at your remark, pulling you into a clothes store. 

“What’s this?” you look around in confusion, noting a woman in a suit welcoming you. The place looked a little too fancy, judging by the display of the items and the lighting of the place.

“It’s a western brand,” Satoru answers. Looking over at him, you can’t help but smile a little. He looks good tonight. His fancy outfit gave the impression that he’s a model to strangers. “Louis Vuitton, I think,” He furrows his brows, trying to remember the name of the brand stores he’s been to with Nobara and Shoko.

“Prada, sir,” The lady in a suit corrected him. “Can I help you?”

“We’re just browsing, thank you.” It’s a phrase he heard from Kugisaki countless times whenever they wandered into a store. His response makes you chuckle, watching as the lady takes a few steps backwards politely.

You’re soon comfortable, searching through the expensive coats and bags. Satoru watched tenderly. Even though the ten years that passed with no contact whatsoever definitely propose a wall between you, he's glad you're able to feel free. You might nit on the same page, but you two can work with what you have.

You stride back to the “S” shaped velvet couch sat in the middle of the checker-carpet store, where Satoru sat. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You walk around in hesitance and confusion, completely aware of the lady walking always a few feet behind you. Surveillance, you guess.

You find him standing in front of the white counter, taking a black bag with the brand’s name printed onto it in golden letters from the man standing behind the counter in a white shirt with the brand's logo on it.

“Gojo,” you call him, confusion fused into your expression.

He extends his arm to you, trying to suppress any sourness at you calling him Gojo. “Let’s go?”

You nod, eyeing him suspiciously before you link your arm in his. You make sure to flash a grateful smile at the woman by the door as you walk past the reflective glass door.

You almost forgot how busy the world outside is. It felt as though the glass building of the store was sound proof. Now you have to adjust to the noise of the full streets again.

Satoru remains silent for the most part. It’s not awkward, rather just neither of you knew what to say. He expected you to ask about what he bought, which you have considered. You decide against it though as you feel it’s none of your business. You’re not too surprised anyway as Gojo has always been a wealthy man. He could buy the entire Prada chain with half of his monthly spending.

“What do you wanna do now?” He asks. “Wanna go somewhere else?”

You think about going to the club to give the night the best closure. But neither of you were dressed for it anyway. You contemplate your choices. Then you grin at him, and Satoru knows it’s best to fear what comes after

You’re well aware that he has a high alcohol tolerance. While you would be wasted a few shots in. Yet you consumed so many drinks recklessly, thinking that maybe you could beat him in a drinking game.

That’s why he’s stuck to your side now, helping your sleeping body out of his car. Satoru is glad your hotel card was so easy to find in your purse, taking it out as he gets into the lobby.

A few people eye the man, glaring at him and at the way he held you in his arms. But he couldn’t bring himself to think too much about it. His mission is to get you to bed now.

“Satoruuu~” You whine, rubbing your face into the pillow once he sat you on the white bedding. “Stay with meeee”

And Satoru is nothing if not human. Despite what everyone else says. It’s proven now that he had come to face a human flaw like this. He is weak, and you are all but practically seducing him.

“Stop crying,” He mutters. He finds himself smiling sheepishly at the unlikely scenario he found himself in. Tucking you in bed, your face hot due to the drinks you had. He really should have stopped you. “I’ll stay the night, so sleep already.”

He convinced himself it’s for the best. He should watch over you for tonight. No funny business. Deep inside he knew he was just finding a reason— any reason to stay around you for a little longer, heart yearning for the lost years. But he ignored the pathetic feeling, convincing himself it’s for your sake instead.

“But I’m uncomfortableee,” you whine again, hands running down your body. “The dress...”

Did you have to make it so hard on him? Satoru is tempted to kiss you, eyebrows knitted in the space between, eyes looking around the room for any sort of aid.

This is probably a form of invading your privacy, but he sees no other choice. He’ll have to hold it together for tonight.

“nngh..”

Your groan came with an impending headache. Your body moves against the rich covers of the bed, sunlight illuminating your physique.

He stopped in his tracks, feet bare against the gray carpet.

Your form is beautiful, one to compete with statues of goddesses. The rays of light complimented every inch of skin in all the right ways. Satoru had to physically shake his head to stop the flowing perverted thoughts in his head.

Your flinch when you catch him standing near the door, heart beating slightly faster. You thought that you’re alone. You don’t think much of it anyway, muttering a “holy shit” under your breath.

“Good morning,” he casually greets, brushing off the mutual shock, albeit for different reasons. “I made coffee, if you wanted some.”

“Oh... thank you,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes as you sit up straight. “Did you eat anything yet?”

“Not yet, no,”  he says, holding his overly sweet coffee in both palms. “Thought I’d wait until you woke up.”

“You’re a real sweetheart, Satoru,” you yawn. His name slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You busy yourself with stretching your arms. “What a doting housewife God has blessed me with”

His response is only a chuckle, rolling his eyes as he sighs on the edge of the bed. “Well, at least I wasn’t begging a man to spend the night with me”

“Huh?”

You couldn’t remember anything of the prior night. Nothing that occurred after you sat at the bar, specifically. But then you begin to realize, eyes widening at the revelation. You feel dreadfulness landing in the pit of your stomach a little too late. 

He’s shirtless, wearing only his suit pants. And even though you wouldn’t mind the sight any other day, the fact that you are in your pajamas isn’t helping at all.

“Did we...” You trail off, expression darkening. Your eyes meet his own, fear implanted in your pupils. You watch as his expression drifts from confusion to an awkward hesitance. Unsure how to break the news to you.

You don’t know what to expect, not realizing you’re holding your breath. 

“I-I’m sorry,” He sighs, gaze faltering as his eyes look away from you. Your eyes widen further, oxygen becoming hard to consume.

What have you done?

“But- don’t worry. You know I’m not some asshole...” if anything, he sounded chivalrous. “I-I’ll be accountable for my mistake. When do you want to hold the wedding?”

You gasp, face feeling hot. “You piece of shit-“ You groan as your foot reaches him, forcefully pushing him off the bed. “As if!”

He breaks into a fit of laughter, the sound full of genuine delight. “I can’t believe you fell for it,” He manages between the laughter.

“Fuck you, Satoru,” you mutter, a smile of relief breaking across your face. “I can’t believe you pulled something so childish.”

“Why are you so down?” He climbed back onto the bed, reclaiming his spot on the edge. “Are you disappointed? You know it’s never too late to just as-“

“Fuck off,” Your heart is pounding as you send him another kick, less forceful this time. “Say one more word about it and I’ll make sure you don’t make it out of this room in one piece.”

He laughs, asking you to pass his coffee. You reach for his coffee from the bedside table. Your fingers lift the glass mug to your lips, sipping at the hot beverage before handing it to him.

Your face scrunches up at the horrible taste. Too much sugar. Too much milk. It’s a lot worse than you might think.

“Your coffee should be criminal,” you push the mug his way, frowning. Satoru hums in response. 

There’s no awkwardness between the two of you, and he can’t help but cherish it. He feels content, enough to sit a little closer, at least.

Enough to lean in towards you, mouth closing over yours in an ever awaited kiss, at least.

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[freshappleblossoms]

ᯓ★ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭!

PLEASE READ HERE TO HELP PALESTINE

• pairing; choso/reader

✵ wc; 1499-1500

Rating; R (Smvt)

✵ Summary: You, and Choso were enemies. But in the moment, you two found sitting on your couch making out. You were sitting on his lap, straddling it as he held you close. Between kisses, you managed to get out a mumbled “I hate you.” But honestly, do you?…

Content warning: consensual sex, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, good girl, darling:p), soft dom, talking her through it.

You and Choso were enemies. But currently, you two were sitting on the couch making out. You were sitting in his lap, straddling him as he held you close. The kiss becoming quite heated. Between the kiss, you managed to mumble “I hate you.” Against his lips. Him then letting out a chuckle, pulling you in.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you replied to his cocky statement, unbuttoning his shirt while still indulging in the kiss. Choso’s lips curl into a smirk, he breaks the kiss taking a deep breath as he quietly chuckles. Once you unbuttoned the shirt, he places his freezing hands on the nape of your neck. Trailing down to your waist. 

He looked at you, then picking you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Where’s your room,” between inviting kisses, you pointed to the bedroom on the left. Once he enters the room he throws you on the bed,

“Relax baby,” he murmured leaning over your damp body. Kissing you on the lips, being cut off with your moans. His tongue pranced around, moaning in each-others mouths. You couldn’t keep up with his eagerness. What madness starting with bumping gestures, had turned into captivating support. His large hands squeezing your chest, pulling your nipples through the clothed shirt. His fingers tracing over your body were either a factor of delight to your pulsating cunt. It wasn’t your first time taking Choso, besides him being a dis enjoyment to the headache you got while even being with him. The pleasure was too much to enjoy that “characteristic” beside. That bastard wouldn’t show you any remorse in the bed, or the battlefield. In a million years you’d never thought once in a while you’d sleep with your companion pleasuring you. 

The familiar smell of his dior savage cologne, suffocating you. It rekindled the memories from the previous times. He kissed down your throat, across your collar bones. You can’t help but let out small muffled moans as his hands beneath your shirt, teasing you. He pulls your shirt off, roughly. He pulls away from you, just admiring your body. After a few seconds, he pulls you closer, kissing you harder. More, more, more you think to yourself.

Now he’s just playing with you. He knows exactly what you want, as much as he does also. You feel his hands fumbling the button on your jeans now, “can i?,” he looks at you with those eyes. Those sexy, alluring eyes.

You nodded, as a response. He pulls off your pants, starting to pick up where he left off. Instead he goes lower, and lower. Planting kisses along your inner thighs, chuckling against your soft skin.

He had barley even touched you, but you shuddered. Your small whines entice him even more. 

He stopped, “what do you want baby?” Choso looks up at you, he looks at you like he’s standing before the pearly gates of heaven. He knew what it was, he wanted you to say it although. Awaiting to do whatever you please.

“more, please” you dimly whisper. The room was cold, making your steamy breathe bring closure to both.

Choso then plants a kiss on your cunt, which it doesn’t end there. 

“Is this okay?” he quietly whispered in a deep voice. His hands started to align the cotton panties you wore moving further to your clit.

With a powerful grip on your legs, hands clenching the bed sides. He noticed the fret look on your face, can’t helping but to muster a grin as he stripped your panties off. 

“Open your legs a tad bit more for me, baby.” Softening the spread. You couldn’t contradict. His head nuzzled between your thighs, leaving messy kisses before your area. To guess tracing up properly to your clit. 

As you said, it wasn’t your first time sleeping together, but somehow he wanted it to be astounding than the other times remarking beforehand. 

He assorted spit with your wetness, you were honestly shocked how he got you this time. Further more, you were always in authority when it came to you two. 

Bodys being lined together, with his face being in the confines of your lower half. Taking what you provided at the time. He ate you like he never has aten a meal since days ago. Being pussy drunk.

Flicking your clit, and his spit teasing your folds. This feeling was new, screaming his name as he picked you up throwing you over  his shoulders to the sofa beside you two. 

Once again he reopened your legs, parting you like the red sea. “Your clit’s swollen,” sucking on it, precisely taking precious timing. Your legs quivered, and he involved his fingers down your hole. He was quite lost into you now. 

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” With your whining enlarging. His fingers were lengthy, “calm down,” he chatters as your hips locked. He was full in control over your body now.

Now sliding in two, he fastened his movements. With his fingers fucking you, while he flopped his tongue on your clit. Overstimulation. 

You were on the brink of insanity. 

“C…Choso. I-“ you mustered out, closing close to your orgasm. Swallowing your moans, and words. His fingers kissed your womb by the minute, holding his head for support. 

“Close…close…”

“Hold it in for me, darling.” He politely asked. His stern hands holding your flimsy body down. As you kept trembling, going feral. 

“I can’t…p..please” It was becoming more intense than before, by his fingers. He chuckled, nibbling against your tasty sweet clit. Mocking your actions. He pulled out just before you finished. 

Inserting his fingers into his mouth, tasting you. Licking your juices clean.  

“You taste so fucking good,” Choso sat on his knees infront of you. Undoing his sweats, pulling them down along with his black Calvin Kline boxers. That fit him damn well. 

Choso was fully ready, as his erect dick dripped pre-cum through the boxers leaving a stain. Couldn’t mind but to gawk at the wide cock before you. It was fully swollen with long shattering veins contracting along it.

“You’re so big, is that going to fit?” You shot you eyes between his face, and his lower half. 

“It’s okay, it’ll fit somehow” he got up from his position, inching closer to you, he smoothened his dick against your anticipated hole. One hand placed on the cushion below your head, that’d normally rest on the sofa. With his left hand placement on your hip. 

His dick slid into your soaking pussy easily, 

“F-fuck you’re swallowing me… you’re so. fucki’n tight m’nnh.” A resistance moan fell from his lips. Cursing. 

Knees being creased along his sides, his massive cock was destroying you. At a supernatural pace, it was supposedly like his cock was made to make you fall apart.

Soaking the silked fabric as you gushed wetness with every thrust. Your body gave him perfect attachment, he howled at there being no space inbetween your closed pussy. While he fucked you nice, and rough.

“Ch-choso~” with your moans being gagged on with the saliva in your mouth. And also from the way his cock was drilling you. 

“What is it?” He hitched, feeling your vagina hugging him tightly around him. While his tip hit a sensitive spotting in you. 

“Slo-w down, too fast please~” You cried, with a tear rolling down your eye. Your words didn’t comprehend to any of his vocabulary. It was all mixed. He couldn’t help but giggle, gripping the fabric underneath. Feeling his hands dig into the material. 

“Fuck~ tight, you’re so tight. You’re doing so good, baby. Hold on.” He babbled licking his lips coating them, sweat beaming off his forehead. His eyes looked for yours, meeting his gaze. Looking like a puppy awaiting it’s owner arrival.

“This feels amazing” he huffed, inching closer to your lips for a kiss. Leaning down, with his dick curving while thrusting into you.

Attempting to land a sloppy kiss, you couldn’t help but fail. You moaned from him breaking the barrier. “Cmon, kiss me” he asked, you finally reached out kissing.

Overlapping a kiss, playing with eachother tongues in his mouth. A battle.

“M’mnn” pulling away as you moaned. Continuing to give back into making out, once more. Groaning against his lips, each time he forced his cock inside. 

He groaned, “baby,” his voice was deep still tainted with the fact of lust in the room. “m’m gonna c-cum..cum with me.” Ordering. His strokes randomly picking up, with lewd noises fulfilling around the room along with the energy. 

It’s like he wants you to gear those wet noises you’re making. “N’baby you want my load n, nhm? M’m” he crept those dirty words out. He fucked you so good it sent spirals of pleasure down your spine.

His dick curls at your sweet spot, making you practically yelp out. Hot serum is pressed to your womb. Feeling completely filled, like a Boston creme donut. Your stomach bulged with his dick still feeding out your insides. 

“A’h shit you did s’good…can you keep up some more though? Relax yourself for me. It’s going to be a while before I’m done with you, darling. 

a/n: this took day, so please show some love. It was hard trying to come up with a dialogue but I received some help from my partner! if you want to request, please reach out don’t be shy, love:)

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[gojoxxluv]

Soft dom!Yandere!Rich bf!Suguru who slides a big fat diamond ring on your finger while fucking your brains out claiming you as his “fianceé”

warnings: fem bodied reader, riding, praise kink, slight possessivness, hinting at missionary, clit stimulation/rubbing, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap and enjoy!) ⁉️ MINORS DNI⁉️

a/n: it’s been a long while since I wrote a smut this long, this might be lacking since english is not my first language. Reblogs and feedback is appreciated, have a lovely read and take care of yourselves because you are important and valued.

“You like it?? You like it when I fuck you like this??.” Your silk dress is all hiked up, mascara running down your face, panties tugged to the side currently bouncing on Suguru’s cock as he sits up with his back touching the headboard supporting you. Your teeth sank in Suguru’s shoulders at the roughness. “Quite a feisty one aren’t you?” He chuckles as he snaps his hips making your back arch scrumptiously, his hands guide your hips to move his shaft in and out of you. “Do you like it when people stare at you? Hmm? Do you like it when men stare at you with their filthy gazes??? Answer me Darling~” Suguru’s cock drilled in and out of you stretching your cunt deliciously, you made coherent babbles, fresh tears running down your eyes “Suguuu~ Slow down Can’t- Can’t take it.” “Oh Darling, my pretty little thing you make sure you enjoy all the attention from those filthy men but you can’t take your boyfriend’s cock??” He coos. You wrap your arms around Suguru’s neck feeling the pressure building up inside you, “S-Suguuu I’m cumming, please let me come” Tears welled up in your eyes begging for mercy. “Go ahead and come for me, darling.” Orgasm crashing down hard, your sweet essence gushing around his cock. Chest heaves up and down from the intense orgasm making you all dazed, Suguru cradles you in his arms calming you down. His pace slows down as his cock is still in your cunt caressing your sensitive spot riling you up. As you recover from your orgasm Suguru speaks up, “My love I know this isn’t the perfect time but I have something for you” his cock is still moving slowly inside of you. He reaches out for a black velvet box which had a perfect diamond ring with gold plated band. He slides in your ring finger and intertwines his fingers in yours increasing his pace slowly. “Promise that you will be mine for eternity.” You nod “Yes, I’m yours Sugu, only yours aaaaaaaaahhhh~” “Tell *Thrusts* me *Thrusts* how *Thrust* much *Thrusts* you *Thrusts* love *Thrusts* me” he tugs at your panties creating friction while making you bounce which knocks out the air in your lungs making you drool “Sugu I promise, I promise to be yours, I’ll never leave you” You cry out in pleasure. Your words make blood rush to his cock and he lays you down roughly on the bed and pounds into you by picking up your legs, throwing them on his shoulder and ripping your dress and panties off you at the urgency of being inside you again. Sounds of skin-slapping filled the entire room. “Tell me, repeat those words, darling.” He holds your face and caresses your cheeks wiping away all the tears from your face, kissing your eyes and lips, snapping his hips into you drilling your spot. You manage to mutter the words. “I promise, to be yours for eternity, I’ll- Suguuuu faster.” A hint of possessiveness fills his entire body and he pounds even harder, his one arm snaking under your thigh for stability, his fingers tugging at the hood of your clit and start altering between rubbing and circling your clit to make you reach your high faster, you squirt all over his abdomen, he smirks. His other hand intertwined with yours which had the ring. You bite your lip as your back arches making your whole body tremble in his touch. You try to grip your dear life at Suguru’s shoulder scratching his back. Your cunt spasm around his cock making you choke on your words. “S-Suguu, I’m y-yours, I’m cummi-cumming” you whine as you feel your second orgasm approaching, “Cum in me Sugu.” Too drunk to think. Suguru and you both reach your high and come at the same time “Oh fuck Darling” is all he manages to utter as your cunt spasms thick ropes of cum paints your velvety walls, some cum seeping out and running down your inner thigh and then on the sheets. Suguru collapses at the side and holds you close to his chest, not pulling out still buried deep into you. “You did so well my love, I’m so proud of you.” He kisses the crown of your head as you calm down listening to his heartbeat. You look at him and kiss his jaw “I love you, my dear fianceé.”

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[rubywithecat]

Where and how they like to fck (JJK characters) Pt.2

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(T/w: Minors do not interact. Slightly mature and sexual contents included.)

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Maki Zenin

(In the hallway)

She likes eating you own for her own pleasure

She would trap you within the wall and her as she grab your hands up to the wall and pressed them with one of her hands so u couldn’t move

She loves seeing your pretty face during it so she won’t look anywhere except your face which makes u blush in embarrassment

She is a dom and will call u “princess” or pet name

Geto Suguru

(Library)

Not usually the public library but a library in his house.

Ended up fcking u on the ladder which is used to get the books

He doesn’t take off your clothes fully

His biggest turn on is when u wear knee socks

Likes to take full charge and likes to try out new positions every-time

He is a big fan of mirror sex

Yuta Okkotsu

(Midnight skinny dipping in pool)

Gosh! It’s just so relaxing that time and perfect time to have pleasure

With the heat of the water in pool and kissing your lips passionately it turns him on when he see u in bikini

He would grab u and make ur legs on his shoulder while he holds ur waist and take pleasure

He seems to go soft but is actually a dom and u were surprise how he is so good at dirty talking

Toge Inumaki

(In the couch)

He likes when u sit on his lap and ride him

He would also lay you down on the couch as he take the top

He is a switch and sometimes goes realy rough

U have to praise him or do the talk as he will mostly be silent and just shows the pleasure in his face reaction

Nobara kugisaki

(In a dressing room)

She likes to role play a lot and dressing room is perfect place to do so

She is very confident in what she is doing and will do the job herself in pride

She leaves all the hikey on the areas where u can’t cover

She would gives a huge smirk as she teases

She is possessive and will make u say how good u feel or she won’t let u finish

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What should I write next?👀

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[merowkittie]

@bflover-bb I feel like you’ll want to be tagged in this one 😭 (if anyone is interested in me making a tag list for any more fics I put out lmk! If it’s a specific character lmk as well!)

Nsfw gender neutral boo <3

Nanami saying “I know, baby..” as he slides his thick cock in and out of your tight hole :( you’re mewling and whining at the stretch he’s causing, whimpering as he takes his large hand and rubs soothing circles over your womb! :( “Na..namin.. mmffh! It stings..” your voice comes out in broken moans, breath fanning over his sweaty chest.

“You’re doing so good for me though, honey. I know it hurts but take it like a good girl/boy, ok?”

You’re nodding your head and looking up at him with so much love and desire because he always makes sure his doll is taken care of in the end <3

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[notyashiro128]

Hello guys soo Give me ideas to write

anything

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[chr0llossexygf]

I’m back from the dead. 😁 and I have a fanfic to post very soon where reader has their guts rearranged. update: 5K WORDSS AND IM STILL NOT DONEE 😍😍. Another update: 6K I’m almost done 😈

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[yellowflowerbub]

KINKTOBER

.kinktober.masterlist. 

Day 19: Hand Kink - Sexual Arousal From One's Or Another's Hands

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. todo notices how you stare at his hands while he drives home from the gym and presents an idea to you

wordcount. 1.5k

pairing(s). aoi todo x afab!reader

warning(s). hand kink, pwp, kinda pervy reader, fingering, in the car, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, cum eating

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Todo put the majority of his focus into bettering himself. He took excessive care of his body, doing so usually taking up most of his free time. He made sure to shower frequently and moisturize twice as much. His hair care routine seemed more intricate than yours and he spent ten minutes minimum bent over the bathroom sink rubbing a plethora of skin cleansers and anti-wrinkle creams over every inch of his face and neck. He made sure to work out every single day and if he missed it, he’d do triple as much the day after. The only things he allowed to enter his body were water and protein along with any other healthy supplement that could ensure his progression.

His hard work showed greatly- it being evident in every polished and shined muscle adorn him. When he stood, he was plenty taller than you and unfathomably bigger. Besides his thighs being about as wide as your torso, his biceps rivaled your head in size. When he would hug you, his shoulders would completely envelope your body and in times where he happened to forget this, you’d nudge him until he released you with a great deal of apologies. 

Along with the other things that attracted you to him, his hands always happened to be at the top of the list. He poured just as much time into his hand care as he would anything else and you took great notice. You’d always caught sight of how soft his hands looked, his fingers in particular. The tips of them were wide and bulky and the nails around the other side were clean, filed, and short cut into a neat semi-circle. The joints running down his digits created dips that you had trouble tearing your eyes away from. His knuckles were bruised and a shade darker than the rest of his hand and back of his hands were covered in veins that bulged when his grip tightened on the spinning steering wheel.

“Babe?” 

You return from your muse, cheeks hot and nearly drooling. Had you been daydreaming this entire time?

“Hm?” Your body tilts as the car turns onto a highway. 

“Wanna pick somethin’ up from the store? S’ cheat day today so I'll get what you get too or we can just share whatever you get, pretty. Unless you want it! You can have your whole cheat day candy if you want it, babe.” Todo has always been quite thoughtful. He made a great effort to include you in the majority of hobbies that took up his schedule such as dieting or working out at his gym as you’d done today. You thought it was cute.

“Oh- right. Uh, I don’t want anything. I’ll just eat when we get home.” 

 For a brief moment his eyes slip to you, swilling up your exprespression then falling back to the road, “Everything ok? You usually get a little snack or something. Did I really take that long in my set? My bad babe-”

You interrupt him before he could manage to blame himself any further, “It’s not you, I was just,” you peek at his hands, “distracted.” He notices.

“Oh... Oh.” He faces forward, eyes directly connected to the road and clenches the leather steering wheel as the gears in his head turn. For a moment, the car was completely silent- your thighs shifting closer to one another and your nails fidgeting with the rim of your loose shorts as you await some type of response from your boyfriend.

“My hands really get to you that much? M’ glad I can have that kind of effect on you.” he admits, chuckling under his breath, “And you call me a perv.” 

You playfully nudge his shoulder, feigning annoyance, “Yeah, cause you are.”

“That’s fair but now I know we’re on the same level of perviness,” he purrs, “Only time I space out when I’m thinking about your body, is if it’s about that beautiful ass. Gym’s been treatin’ you well.”

Despite having been in a relationship for well over a year, you were still taken aback by your boyfriend’s forwardness. You tell him off but he persists, snaking a hand to cop a feel of your thigh. “You think I don’t notice?” Suddenly, the car felt a little warmer than it was a minute ago.

You stutter on what words you use to respond to Aoi as his palm burns on your skin. Feeling his hands on you, practically taking up the sp

The bumps on the unkept streets led to a jolt of the car, every bump bounced you a bit over the seat inturn digging his fingers a little further and a little deeper into your cunt. 

You clutch the arm rest of your seat and lay your head onto Todo’s forearm. The smell of his cologne seemed to be the only scent your nose could pick up, that and mix of whatever you would call that bitter gym smell. Even so, it was deeply intoxicating and gave your eyes a hard time staying in focus. You sigh into his skin as he enters you- your naked thighs subconsciously spreading from each other to create enough room for him. You stutter on your words of encouragement, every last letter getting caught in your throat and he coo’s at how cute you sound doing it.

Your attention shifts to the car window and the few vehicles that ride past it. The thoughts of one of those drivers taking notice of you panting against the tinted glass made you grind into the leather seat. The potential mortification you would experience if one of those curious drivers locked eyes with your own and to have that overwhelming embarrassment turn into guilty pleasure as Aoi would speed away from their glares. 

The tips of his fingers rapidly knead your walls while the large of his palm unintentionally press and rub against your clit. You tighten around him, every inch of you engulfing his burly fingers and he groans- eyes flickering between the near empty roads and your figure that squirmed in his passenger seat. Your hand comes to hold his wrist for dear life, only invigorating him further. The rhythm he once held moved at a faster beat with your hammering heart following suit.

Your ears perk at the sound of his hand firmly gripping his steering wheel while his other hand busy catering to your sex; the squelches of your pussy resounds throughout the car while you attentively watch his fingers delve knuckle deep into you, “Fuck-” you mutter, “Do that again,” He does so without a moments hesitation every last stroke now deep enough to caress your g-spot. 

Todo’s own groin burned- itching for an ounce of the attention that he gave you. It jerked behind his sweats while his stomach coiled at your volume yet he couldn’t have cared any less about that in that moment. The only thoughts that racked through his mind were disorganized, muddled, ideas of what he would do to you when he finally gets home or off the highway. 

“Yeah? That feels good I bet. You’re fucking clenching down on me,” He could feel his and your own muscles tense from everything occurring in his car, “My pretty girl. M’ so fucking lucky to have you.”

You felt drunk on his words. He’d always have that kind of effect on you. Despite never being poetic or poignant with his words, the manner in which he spoke to you- that rapt and enthralled tone which he used to praise every move you made completely whipped you. No matter how much he commended you, it felt like too much whilst feeling like it was never enough.

“Can’t wait till we get home. M’ gonna stuff my fingers in your mouth while I please you against our door,,” He finally catches sight of an upcoming exit, “Or maybe I’ll just pull over n’ ruin you in the car. What’d you think?”

Both of his ideas had your mind spiraling. The thought of him filling your mouth with his fat fingers, having your tongue swirl around them and your full cheeks hollow as you suck on them. His hips pounding from behind and making your spine curl. The mere thought was invigorating enough for the build up Todo worked you toward to snap.

Air was completely cut off from your lungs as your eyes screwed shut. Your voice raised and you spoke in inaudible whines you didn’t realize were pouring out. You gnaw on your bottom lip as repeated curses rake through your mind. It all felt too good. You choke out his name and he swore he almost came hearing it.

He pulls into a parking lot that's completely vacant besides the tall street lights on the outskirts of it then quickly shifts the car into park and eases his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Backseat.” 

You hum, not quite back in your head yet. “The backseat. I'm not done.”

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a/n: sorry this is wayy late. I got in a writers block and couldn’t bring myself to my laptop

Feedback and Reblogs are Appreciated!

#aoi todo x reader #aoi toudou #todo aoi #todo x reader #todo jjk #todo x you #todou aoi x reader #aoi todo smut #todo smut #jujtsu kaisen kinktober #jujutsu kaisen kinktober #jjk kinktober #yellowflowerbub

[ghostedgrim]

Hot Take

There is no appropriate or valid excuse to write smut about a character who is a minor.

If you're a minor, and you're writing smut about a character under 18, it's not appropriate. In fact, you're too young to be writing smut. Your a child writing porn about a child.

Aging up the character doesn't make it more appropriate. The story is still focused on the 17- character, you're just pretending they're not under 18. It's like a 16 year old pretending they're 18, but its only you, the writer, who is pretending they're 18. Now, maybe if an 18+ version of them exists in cannon, it's appropriate, but that's the only exception

Most obvious, if you're 18+ writing about an underage character, that's just gross, that's a child and you're an adult writing porn about it.

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[flseur]

꒰ 𐙚 teacher’s pet — jjk men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : desperate to get recommendations for your grad school applications, you decide to take on the role of a TA for your favourite professor and help them out, in more ways then one.

⟡ characters : gojo, geto, kento !

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, age gap ( reader is in early 20s! ), teasing, blowjob, praise kink, hair pulling, jealous / possessive sex, implied creampie, fingering, cunnilingus

౨ৎ note : listened to skin by rihanna to help me with this. please enjoy ! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

❥₊ ⊹ gojo was so pretty like this. his usual cocky demeanour was gone and instead he had his cheeks covered in flush and his pink lips between his teeth.

satoru was not your first pick for who you wanted to TA for. everyone in the communications department knew how laid back and careless he was as a professor, yet no one wanted to be his TA because of that. so when it came to asking around to get the job, he was the only one taking teaching assistants at the time.

“ah… just like that, baby.” he whines, thrusting up in your mouth causing you to gag a little then pulling back to look at him. “shit… ‘m sorry, you’re just so fucking good at this.”

you roll your eyes at him, feigning annoyance then kitten lick at his tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum. while your hand wraps around the base of his cock, slowly jerking up and down.

“baby, baby, please put it in your mouth. please.” he babbled, rutting his hips upwards.

deciding to stop teasing him, you give in, giving the head of his cock one last lick then spitting on it and using your hand to spread it over his cock before taking him fully in your mouth again.

“fuck yeah… oh m’god… so fucking good.” he moans, his hands on the side of your head guiding your mouth up and down on his cock. you were just so… messy, and satoru fucking loved it.

he loved how swollen your lips were from when you were making out with him on his lap, he loved that the lip gloss that you were wearing is smeared on the corner of his lips and his cock, and my god does he love the way you look when you take it in your mouth.

“keep going… gonna cum…”

and you decide to pick up the pace, your other hand coyly reaches up from where it was on the ground to massage his balls in your palm.

“shiiiit, i’m cumming, i’m fucking cumming, y/n!” satoru sobs, abruptly pulling out of your mouth, tugging on his cock and groaning then spilling his cum on your face.

“seriously, satoru? you couldn’t cum in my mouth?” you complain, whipping some of the sticky fluid off of your cheek.

“sorry baby, i’ll make it up to you.” he chuckles, reaching over to grab some kleenex from his desk.

“yeah, you better. how about you grade those midterms and i take the week off?”

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

❥₊ ⊹ as a computer science major, you remember your first year intro class well since it was the start of your programming journey. because of that, when you started to look for TA jobs, you wanted to help with a first year computer science class, which happened to be geto’s.

geto was easy to work with, and understanding when it came it mistakes that you made. you really liked him, and he really liked you. but maybe, a bit too much which led you to this predicament.

“mphm, fuck! suguru!” you gasp, feeling the cold surface of the mahogany desk against your cheeks.

geto lets out a short chuckle, leaning down to talk in your ear, “yeah? feels good baby?”

“m-mhm! ah…!” you cry, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. each and every thrust of suguru’s was well-calculated, the head of his cock was hitting that spongey spot in you and the sheer thickness of it was splitting you open deliciously.

“aw… poor y/n…” he mocks, “must’ve fucked your brains out, huh? you can’t even form a sentence…”

and all you can do is sob in response, because how were you supposed to respond when he was fucking you this good? so good to the point where you’re seeing stars in the middle of the afternoon.

suguru can’t say that he’s not jealous even if he wanted to, because he is jealous. when he turned over and seen that freshman shamelessly flirting with you and staring down your shirt at your cleavage, he seen red.

no one should see you like that.

and no one but him will see you like this. with your mini skirt flipped over the globes of your ass, a hole ripped at the crotch of your stockings, and how much you cream on his cock.

they also won’t know how fucking amazing you feel. how your pretty little pussy flutters on his cock, how you clamp down on it saying “‘s too much, suguru!” but continue to swallow him in then beg for him to cum inside, and they won’t know how it feels to fill your cunt full with cum.

because only he will, no one else.

୨୧ NANAMI KENTO

❥₊ ⊹ nanami was always your favourite professor and you were always his favourite student. so when you asked him if you could TA for his economics class, he wasn’t going to say no to you.

when it came to coming up with lecture plans, marking student’s assignments, and leading discussion groups, nanami always made sure to help you with anything you needed, anything.

“shit… mmph! k-kento…” you moaned out loudly, your manicured hands run through his blond hair, softly tugging at the strands. he has you sprawled out on his desk in his office, all of his knick knacks messily pushed out of the way and your skirt flipped upwards with your black lace panties pushed aside.

nanami groans into your pussy at the feeling, “shh, sweetheart… can you stay quiet for me?”

and as much as he’d love for you to be loud so everyone could know how good he was making you feeling, there were still students, other TAs, and professors still in the office building.

“yeah… ‘m gonna be quiet for you…” you mumble out, staring at the man between your legs. and what a sinful sight it is.

his usually put-together appearance completely diminished. tousled hair, his white dress shirt is unbuttoned, and his head is ever so sensually peppering small kisses in between your inner thighs.

“good girl…” he coos at you, then returning to his ministrations and pressing a light kiss to your puffy clit. kento licks a long stripe up your slit, gathering your slick on his tongue and savouring the taste of you then slipping a finger into your messy hole, hitting the right angles that makes you see stars.

but it wasn’t enough, you need him. all of him.

“ah, need more kento…” you beg, gently pulling head up by his hair. “fuck me, please.”

and who was he to deny you? kento hastily unbuckles his belt, pushing his khaki pants and boxers down, then lets out a hiss when the cool air meets his throbbing cock.

“fuck… you think you’re prepped enough to take me, baby?”

“yes, mr. nanami.”

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[mrskokushibo]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️

This took five weeks to achieve since the publication of my first fanfic on the 28th of April. Completely stoked 😊😊🥰

Special thanks to my beloved mutuals 💞. I couldn't do this without you: @doumadono @muzanswaifu (without your encouragement I wouldn't have published 'Beg!!!' 🙏❤️), @muzansfangs @koku-shibou / @kokusfluffyhair @fuckkyourlife @tired-writer04 @paintoreos @koyuki-the-flower @sunsblaze

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[chysalxsm]

Hello guys, a quick update!

I think I'm going to do a master list for my stories and then a one extra master list for a series I want to start! The series will contain many characters for the fandom I write but DILF version, I'm planning like maybe 15 characters if not then even more. It will also have like different tropes as example: Babysitter!reader x DILF! Gojo, etc. So you guys know! I'm very excited to write again since I'm soon finished with all my exams!

Update!: I forgot to say that my request are closed since I forgot to change it. I will still do the request, just wanted to let you guys know! I'll also write some characters from other fandoms for just this event! So stay tuned

#smut story #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujtsu smut #toji smut #gojo smut #DILF smut #DILF series #Monster smut #Haikyuu smut #Tr smut #tokyo revengers smut #Demon slayer smut #kny smut

[tojisprettywife]

Kpop Idol! Gojo Satoru and Makeup Artist y/n

Gojo Satoru x f! reader

note: just my personal opinion about how a relationship with gojo would be like if he was a Kpop idol. Got inspiration from Rowoon of SF9 and Yunho of Ateez lol. Ignore any mistakes

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

SFW: 

Doesn’t sit/standstill when you fix his hair or make up. 

Constantly messes up his hair and contact lens. 

Does manner legs, so that you can do his makeup but also teases about how you can’t seem to do his makeup when he stands straight  

{Korean Manner Legs, which is stretching one’s legs sideways or standing with a wider stance than usual—just think of when you’re in the process of doing a split. They do this in order to appear shorter for certain camera shots or to adjust for their makeup artists, stylists, interviewers, fellow actors, and even fans.}

Secretly comes over to your apartment so that you can make him some home cooked meals, he’s tired of eating out all the time.

He also likes the instant ramen you make. Any chance he gets to be outside his dorm, he’ll just come over to your apartment. 

Holds back all the PDA, because of his fans and media 

Even if it’s for a second and you both are alone, expect a lot of hugs and kisses. 

Takes you on expensive and cute dates when he’s touring since people in that particular city won’t know it’s him. 

Tries to kiss you before he goes on stage, because he considers that as his lucky charm. 

Finds it really cute when you’re intently fixing his make up with eyebrows furrowed and smiles because you look so adorable when you’re really focused.

Likes it when you get shy and flustered when you catch him staring at you while you do his make up.

Now, do his members know you both are dating? Yes, because he makes it really obvious. You both got scolded by the manager but Gojo reassured no scandals would be leaked. 

Pulls both other male and female idols because he’s so attractive and charming but he only loves you and he makes sure that you know that.

You and geto are best friends because only both can handle gojo. And gojo trusts you both a lot. 

Geto was the first one to find out about your relationship.

When other idols try to hit on him after music bank shows etc he knows you’d be jealous so he just ignores all their requests and meets you in the changing room. 

Try calling him “my love or my baby” and he’s probably going to keep remembering that forever. 

               NSFW under the cut, MDNI 

NFSW: 

Fucks you in the changing room before he goes on stage, so that he can perform well on stage. 

Makes you wear a vibrator and controls the pace when you apply and fix the make up of other members of the group. Gets jealous that you’re touching them while he’s right in front you. 

Fucks you in the agency practice rooms when you’re alone with him. He likes the thrill and the way you’re so on the edge because you might get caught. 

Each city/ country he’s touring in, expect to be fucked in each city in a five star hotel against the window. 

If he gets to sit next to you in the van, he’ll slip his fingers under your skirt and rub your clit in circles and edge you, leaving you wanting more and in a daze. 

Tbh he just wants to take you on date and fuck you in a motel but he can’t do that since he’s famous, so he  takes to private and expensive bars with private rooms so he can spoil and fuck you. 

Grabs your ass, every chance he gets. You're standing in the corner and no one’s behind you? Spanks you. 

You both almost got caught when he took you to the dorm and geto caught you making out with gojo. 

He’s so pent up so if you decide to meet at your apartment just know your neighbors won’t be able to sleep the whole night. 

Slow love making when it’s your birthday or it’s just your anniversary since you started dating him. Expect a fancy date, maybe even in another city. He loves to spoil his baby and fuck her good too. 

Once by mistake you had called him daddy and he now demands you to call him that when you both are alone. 

Phone sex is very much apparent because of his schedule you can’t meet up much. He misses you a lot when you go for weeks without seeing each other. 

Contrary to your belief, gojo does amazing after care. Loves to hold you and even loves it more when you hold him, because it’s so adorable when you try to hold him and just pat his back. He was love and touch starved since he was young. 

“You’re such a pretty little whore for me”. 

“Cum for me, baby” 

“Meet me after the show, we need to start where we left off before”

Really loves you, but has difficulty expressing it through words, so he gives you a lot of gifts and a lot of hugs and kisses to show that he loves and appreciates you a lot. 

Tags: @novaresque ue / @ambieux my lil gift to you <33 , @slttygeto (thank you for proof reading it )

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[mari-the-bimbo]

HOW I THINK THE JJK CAST WOULD DRESS ON A DATE

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Gojo:

I’m sorry but you know damn well he gonna dress like he’s the CEO millionaire possessive werewolf alpha from a Wattpad story with you (but he’s looks hot af 😩)

Itadori:

Sweet boy is either gonna dress casual or pull up in shorts there’s no in between LMAO-

Mugumi:

He knows he looks good in black and therefore that’s all he wears lol … but at least he looks cute <3

Nobara:

She definitely brought this cute aesthetic outfit just for this date with you! She’s a Tokyo baddie now, so she’s gonna dress like it

Toge:

Sweet boy always wears baggy soft clothes so he can pull it over his mouth, but he looks so cute too 😩

Maki:

An absolute baddie, a powerful icon, she looks good and she knows you like it 😏

Nanami:

He’s usually sporting a suit, but he wants to loosen up a bit for you, bless him <3

#inumaki x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #itadori x reader #megumi x reader #nanami x reader #maki x reader #nobara x reader #jujtsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk anime #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #gojo satoru #kento nanami #toge inumaki #jjk smut

[notyashiro128]

Can you please Y'all give me some requests cuz my brain is empty rn 🫡🫡

Thank u all♥️

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