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Here’s a ferret picture as an apology for my absence
I’ve been in a rut with my mental health, but I deep cleaned my room yesterday and got lots of cuddles from my baby Lucas (ferret^)
So. I’m hoping I’ll get something out today.
Sorry for my absence 🥲
❤️🔥 - smut
💋- spicy
🌸 - fluff
🥀 - angst
🌺 - neutral
Satorou Gojo
⋆ Secret. Satoro Gojo x Fem!Reader. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸
Yuji Itadori
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Megumi Fushiguro
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Kento Nanami
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Ryomen Sukuna
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Toge Inumaki
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Suguru Geto
Coming soon…
Fair warning, this is the first time I’ve written for Gojo, so sorry if it’s a little off!
Enjoy my darlings ✧˖°.
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Gojo yawned as he walked down the side walk, the people bustling about around him. Things had been slow that day, surprisingly.
His errands were taken care of, he’d caused Ijichi grief, and handed Yuji off to Nanami. Yup, everything was done and accounted for.
Now it was time for his favorite part of the day. He strolled lazily through the side walks, before making his way to a flower shop.
Gojo hummed as he passed by gorgeous bouquets, really though, all he was looking for, was a pretty pink bouquet of roses.
He’d never even celebrated Valentine’s Day before recently, when a certain someone managed to catch his eye.
He chuckled lightly to himself and shook his head. There he was, a special grade sorcerer, buying pretty pink roses for his little secret.
He eventually found them, taking a modestly sized bouquet and strolling to the counter.
Gojo smiled at the woman at the register, who looked starstruck by his silky white hair and blindfold over his eyes.
“Well hey there, it’s not nice to stare” he teased lightly, the cashier stiffening before quickly accepting his money “right! I’m sorry-“ she scrambled sheepishly for his change and receipt.
She handed him the change and slip of paper. He chuckled and shook his head “it’s alright, just don’t get distracted next time” Gojo said with his cool, laid back tone. He took the flowers and chirped a ‘Thanks’ to the cashier, who embarrassedly returned it.
He took a deep breath, enjoying the cool Febuary air in his lungs and on his skin. He smiled a bit, his usual grin on his lips as he made his way back to his apartment.
✧˖°.
It wasn’t long before he was walking in the front door, excited to greet his little secret. “Y/n! I’m home baby girl” he called out, looking around before hearing soft footsteps.
You peeped out from the hall and smiled “Satorou, hey” you walked over to your secret lover, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist “how was your day?”
Gojo shrugged and let out a sigh, chuckling a bit “boring, no curses or anything.” He shrugged and cupped your cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding the roses “I’m sure my pretty girl missed me. Hm? Heaven knows she can’t live without me”
You huffed and smirked, rolling your eyes “you wish, bone head” you kissed your boyfriend’s cheek, turning and beginning to walk off.
Gojo wasn’t having any of it.
“Hey, baby girl, where do you think you’re going?” You squeaked as you felt an arm snake around your waist and pull your back to a warm and broad chest. “I bought you flowers you know” he smiled from behind you, you could hear that bastard’s smug and attractive smile in his voice.
You shivered as he whispered in your ear, but blushed even harder as flowers suddenly were held out in front of you. Pink roses. They were gorgeous. “Oh..Satorou..” you murmured softly
He chuckled softly and pressed his face to your neck “I know. I’m the best aren’t I?” He expected some quippy remark, however, he didn’t get that.
“Yeah..” you murmured softly, leaning back against him.
Gojo’s heart paused in his chest, seemingly stopping forever at your soft and genuine expression of affection.
He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek “you’re too sweet, baby girl, you know that?” He mumbled, his hand releasinf the flowers as you took them in one of yours.
You angled your head to the side, smiling at him softly. You cupped his cheek with your free hand, your thumb running over his cheek bone “only for you, Mr. Special Grade Sorcerer”
Gojo chuckled lightly and sighed, shaking his head “I love you, Y/n” he said with a small grin.
“I love you too, Satorou” you murmured before gently placing your lips on his.
Sure, he kept you a secret, god knows what would happen if a curse found out about your existence, but that didn’t mean he loved you any less.
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AGHGHGTH I hope you liked this, I was a little nervous writing this, because Gojo has a kind of sarcasm that i don’t really know how to write into a romance? So I hope this was good, if not, feel free to leave your criticism in the comments. Enjoy your nights, loves 🩵
NSFW- Minors and Ageless blogs please dni
Nepo-baby!Gojo x f!Reader, Gojo’s a loser/desperate, Modern AU, Masturbation (Gojo), slight public masturbation (tbh it’s just Satoru being down bad)
Word count: 4.5k
Author’s yap: Ok ok ok so- I started this when the lack of AC in my dorm was frying my brain, and it gave me an idea. Now I’m freezing my ass off and fantasizing about the heat. This isn’t too smutty, but if I’m still into this, I might expand… Enjoy pooks <3
It’s hot as shit outside, and you know what that means: the college rec center pool’s gonna be packed.
Every god-forsaken year, the Earth teeters a bit too close to the Sun just around the time that students are moving those obnoxious highlighter-colored carts up and down the streets carrying their belongings. Everyone’s wiping their foreheads, a content sigh when they step into the lobby of the dorm building. This doesn’t last too long, unfortunately. Because as soon as you step onto a resident floor, let alone an actual dorm room, it’s like Satan pulled apart his ass cheeks and sandwiched you right in between ‘em.
Hot as shit and there’s no AC, so for the very unlucky majority who didn’t bring a fan (as instructed by housing, who don’t live under these conditions, mind you), they’re stuck sizzling in their dorms, hopelessly opening their dusty windows for wishing for any semblance of a draft to come in.
It’s miserable. But luckily, there’s a solution! And no, it’s not fighting someone’s mom for the last desk fan in Target.
It’s the university’s recreational pool! Open to all students, it’s like a gift from Heaven (or a college alumni). Everyone, and I mean everyone, is there.
It’s like a big pool party (albeit indoors)- everyone’s got some sort of appendage in the water, trying to cool off. A few girls have their towels set up on the side, lying on their stomach as they scroll on their phone or read a book. A couple of people brought a beach ball- tossing it around. You're sitting on the side chatting with your roommate, Shoko, kicking your feet into the water, as she leans on the rim of the pool, hair up in a clip.
“I don’t get why they haven’t installed any AC units- or even central air.”
“If they even think about renovating, G. Hall will literally fall into smithereens.”
Shoko jokes, resting her chin in her hand as she looks up at you, tiredly.
“As if the Gojo clan wouldn’t be able to donate more money for a renovation. That’s pocket money for them.” You yawn, drained too. The heat is tiring. Especially after the two of you just finished setting up your dorm together for the third year in a row- this time, without your parents to help y’all. Y’all were burning up, and you needed to cool down- real bad.
You do a scan of the pool. Some familiar faces, others not so much. The school’s big as shit, and you keep to yourself and your group- you don’t need to know everybody. Yuki’s in the water with her boyfriend, playing chicken with some other people. She’s got a death grip on his pigtails, almost as if she’s steering him around, smothering his face between her thighs. A guy named Kento- your study partner from last year- is over by the stairs to the pool- wanting to be in it, but not completely submerged. He seems to be enjoying his time by himself. Ino and his boys are the ones hitting around the beach ball, splashing around in the extremely crowded pool.
“Look at all of our sorry asses…” You mutter, sighing as you sip on a drink you brought.
“When I didn’t want summer to end, I wasn’t talkin about the heat. But whatever. 2 more weeks being in the 8th circle of hell, and it’s back to our regularly scheduled progra- oh my-” Shoko stops mid sentence, her eyes glued to something as she hits your thigh profusely.
“What- what? Yaga in a jock strap?” You finally turn and see him (Shoko side eyes you- why would you want to look at Yaga in a jock strap). The man, The myth. The… nuisance.
“I thought he was too good to come here and hang with the common folk.”
“Maybe he wanted to cosplay as a broke college student like the rest of us for a day.”
Satoru Gojo- ultimate legacy, trust fund baby, nepo spawn, and just all-around spoiled brat. And he’s proud of it. Wearing blue Versace swim shorts and his sunglasses indoors, which only works for him with his scary ass eyes, he saunters into the place, expressing unbelievable childlike wonder at the sight of the pool.
“So this is what a public pool is like!”
“You don’t have to sound pretentious.” Suguru quips, walking in front of his best friend to scan the area. It’s crowded as a bitch in this place.
“I’m just- amazed, that's all. And you come here by yourself?”
“No. With other friends. Because I’m likable.”
Satoru frowns at that, shifting his beach chair under his arm uncomfortably.
“And it’s not like you’d come.” This was true. Under normal circumstances, Satoru wouldn’t step foot in this place. The water wouldn’t be good for his skin. But, when his pool’s getting renovated, he figures that he has no choice. He thought that there would be 5, maybe 10 people there. Well, he now knows he was wrong; almost all of JJU: Tokyo is here. And he’s now also made aware of the fact that most students don’t have AC.
He follows behind Suguru as he leads them through the crowd of bodies, the head radiating from them all damn near breaking Satoru out into a sweat.
“Here- and lean that chair up against the wall or something. It’ll take up too much space.” Suguru says, as he hunkers down on the floor, scooting up to the clearing at the rim of the pool. He smooths the back of his hair up, readjusting his ponytail, sighing when his legs hit the water.
Yea… Satoru’s not doin that. He brought this chair, and he’s gonna use it, spatial awareness be damned. Ignoring all of the dirty looks he gets from people, he sets his chair right next to his friend (who is pretending not to know him) and sits, reclining with a dramatic sigh that only Satoru could argue was authentic. He crosses his legs and puts his hands woven behind his head, looking up and basking… in the industrial light.
“You can’t tan under this IKEA lighting.” Suguru says, not even bothering to look in Satoru’s direction.
“Yea- well, what do you propose that I do?” Satoru can feel himself getting slightly irritated with this public pool shit.
“Get in the water. That’s what we came here for, right.”
Satoru clumsily folds up his chair, not even bothering to go lean it against the wall in fear that he’d lose his sliver of access to the water (he doubts that Suguru would save it for him right now to be honest). Slowly but surely, he eases himself down into the water, holding his breath. He can already feel that he’s goin to need several bubble baths (extra bubbles) after this. He even closes his eyes, wading in the water and trying to get comfortable.
And then Satoru jumps into something. With a slight jolt, he looks over his shoulder and he’s gobsmacked seeing you look back at him, glasses threatening to fall off his dripping face.
He quickly gathers himself, pushing his glasses up then running his hand through his hair. And then he subtly recoils, realizing he just let that filthy shit in his scalp.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Shoko’s got a shit-eating grin on her face, as you look at this man, somewhat horrified. Never did you think that you would ever meet this man face to face, but here he is- back to leg. And he’s hot- I mean, not in the physical way (well, you don’t think he’s bad looking but-) he’s quite literally hot to the touch. It’s abnormal- his body temperature’s like magma.
“Sorry.” He gives you a faint smile, the right dimple he has showing slightly.
“No worries.”
There’s a period of silence, and you take this opportunity to try and turn back to your friend, but he pipes up.
“I’m Satoru, by the way. What’s your name?”
You turn to look at him, gears turning in your head as your decide whether or not you want to give him a fake name or-
Yuki calls your name from the center of the pool and you almost curse at the timing.
“Wanna hop in this round?” She calls, Choso’s hands on her thighs to steady her while her hands are cupped around her mouth, calling out to you. Choso brings them closer.
“No, I’m ok. I don’t have a partner-”
“I’ll be your partner.” Satoru practically has stars in his eyes. "If... you want me to be, though. I'm a stranger, so- so stranger danger…”
Oh brother, he’s rich and a fuckin loser.
"So you wanna play, rich boy?" Yuki asks him, completely neglecting the shudder that both you and Satoru do in response to his whack ass comment. Shit, even Choso winces in response, trying to regulate his usually very expressive face just in case Satoru sees, tells his clan, and Choso’s scholarship ends up revoked.
Satoru manages to stammer out a yes, though followed by him saying he understands if he wasn't invited to play.
"This is not kindergarten- you can play with the big kids." She jokes, hopping off her boyfriend's shoulders and into the water.
"I'll be your partner for this round, if that helps. I’m good at it, don’t worry." You're absolutely elated that Yuki offered herself- you're not sure if you would have been able to team up with Satoru. You and Choso are cool, exchanging a grin as you hop off of the ledge of the pool, plowing through the water over to him.
"Ok...."
"..."
"How do you play chicken?"
Good grief.
“I’ll teach you, then.” Yuki wades over to Satoru, and his lips contort into a nervous grin. He just prays that he doesn’t embarrass himself (anymore than he already has) in front of you.
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Satoru ain't shit at playing chicken.
“I’m best friends with a bubble boy…” Suguru mutters under his breath, running his hand painstakingly over his face as he watches Satoru look like a cat in water.
Any splash to his face, and he's completely selling, allowing Yuki to fall off (much to her dismay) or giving you and Choso enough time to make y'all's way over to them to attack. It was to the point that your body was completely dry, save for your feet. Slowly but surely though (after like, 5 rounds), he begins to get the hang of it, getting over his disdain for this rancid water touching his face and accepting the fact that he'll have to do several deep cleanings of his pores when he gets home.
He's actually starting to have fun- settling more into the atmosphere and letting his competitiveness show. And you're not minding it. You were dreading having to interact with him at first, let alone play a game with him because you thought that he would be a dick, but you were wrong. Well, not exactly wrong- but he was less dicky than you thought.
“Ok- time to switch for the next round!” Yuki says with a smile (which looks slightly elated, in your opinion) as she hops off of Satoru’s shoulders.
“Hm? We don’t stay with the same partners every round?” Satoru asks- something you were also thinking. For once you too seem to be on the same page about this game.
“No! We switch every round.” What a goddamn liar. She’s just tired of losing because the pretty princess is scared of getting his face wet.
This means that you’re stuck with the pretty princess. Fuck.
You slowly climb down Choso, who is simultaneously welcoming his girlfriend with open arms. Satoru’s mind is moving a mile a minute with every little ripple of water to inadvertently send in his direction.
You make your way over to the ledge of the pool, hoisting yourself up, and by Heaven- Satoru can see your ass jiggle out of his peripheral and he almost seizes. You turn around, and sit on the ledge, just looking at him. And he swears he’s getting closer to going into cardiac arrest with every second of him being the center of your attention.
“Come here-” You beckon, motioning for him with your hand. He nods helplessly, trying not to look too desperate with how fast he’s moving to you.
“Now I’m not as good as Yuki, so if we lose, it’s not entirely on you this time.” You smile, scooting up, placing your legs over his shoulders. Good lord does this man smell… expensive. It’s good. I’m not talking played out Dior Savauge, I’m talking Hermès, Dolce and Gabbana. You’re a sucker for a good smelling man. Even if this one is quite literally the most dramatic man on Earth.
“I’m not good at all, so anything you do I’ll watch with awe.” He places his hands on your thighs- jeez, his hands are big.
You laugh, thinking he’s joking. He’s not.
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You shift nervously on Satoru's shoulders, while Satoru is quite literally in Heaven- though, he would prefer it if his face were the other way. He has never been this close to a woman outside of his family, so this entire interaction was rocking his small little world. He's keeping his hands on your thighs while his mind is completely mush, his ears are flushed. It’s like as soon as you got on his shoulders, his ability to comprehend anything said to him was decimated.
“Satoru- Satoru!”
You call to him as Chosou and Yuki splash towards you, Yuki’s face wearing a huge smile now that she’s got the upper hand. You call him again, and all this bumbling buffoon can manage to say to you is “Uh-huh, u-uh-huh.”
(Shoko runs to the bathroom, almost peeing herself from laughing too hard.)
Fuck it- thinking quick, you grab a hold of his hair, trying to Remi-Ratatouille him around. And surprisingly- it works!
Left you go!
Right- to the riiiighhhhhhhhttttt-
Satoru has no fuckin idea what’s going on right now. He’s just happy to be here, a grinning mess while you pull him around the pool, narrowly avoiding Yuki, who’s maniacal laughter trails behind the two of you.
It’s like riding a horse the way he thoughtlessly follows your pull.
“Satoru- are you ok?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at your opponents. You’re hoping that your teammate will stop being so useless, gain back consciousness, and help you the fuck out.
Getting desperate, you palm the side of his face, shaking it. Suddenly, he stops moving, and it’s like his breath is caught in his throat- a sound was caught in it? You don’t know what happened, because the next thing you knew, Yuki and Choso came crashing into you, causing you and Satoru to fly into the water.
Gasping for air, you paddle in the water, eyes burning profusely. Satoru comes up soon after this, and you glare at him.
His cheeks are flushed, as he lets out deep, heavy breaths. “Sorry..” Is all he could seem to muster out, giving you a nervous grin.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Satoru’s starting to get the hang of it. Ok maybe not really- but he’s more active at least. You appreciate that, as well as the banter he’s contributing. His socially inept demeanor is slowly dissolving, and he’s flinching less and less at the water.
You’re actually having a lot of fun with him.
“You guys can’t keep running forever!” Yuki yells, getting kind of frustrated from how the two of you keep slipping out of her grasp.
“Oh really? watch us.” Satoru’s grip tightens on your thighs as he splashes around to put more distance between y’all, causing you to squeal.
“Satoru if I fall- go slow!” You say in between laughing fits.
“Just hold on, and you won’t!”
Maybe you too had a fighting chance with this. Actually- you think you might win at least a round or two.
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You two lost. Miserably. Yuki’s a fucking beast, and Choso’s the definition of an immovable force. You guys could only get away from them for so long- let’s not forget the pool’s crowded as shit. Y’all didn’t stand a chance. But hey- Satoru’s not too bad. Maybe he was just having a rough time adjusting to talking to people who don’t have a networth of $1 million+. But it was fun, you can not lie.
Satoru’s laugh is airy while he allows you to get off of his shoulders, listening to you teasing him for his performance. You shuffle yourself back onto the ledge of the pool next to Shoko, who seems to be in deep conversation with Suguru.
“I never thought that someone could be that bad at Chicken.”
“Hey- I prefaced this entire thing with the fact that I didn’t know how to play.” He laughs again- he’s so giggly right now, removing himself from between your legs and going to the area next to you, places his head in his hand while he looks up at you.
“Yea, but that bad?”
“Mention it again and I’ll have a meeting with Financial Aid about you.”
The both of you crack up.
…He’s kind of pretty- somewhere in the game he pushed his sunglasses up onto his hair, wet strands of white sticking to his forehead.The sight of his smile warms you up a bit inside. When he’s down here with the common people, he’s a pretty cool person to be around.
“I can see why you don’t come here often, then.” You say, tiling your head towards him.
“Ah, well, I usually just go to my par-” Satoru’s voice dies off. How about he doesn’t talk about his privilege for a bit. Cosplay a normal college student for a little- at least with you. He wants to relate to you- to get to know you on all levels- as much as humanly possible.
“I… just didn’t see a purpose for it before. But this was fun.”
“A sign for you to come more often, then.”
“Will you be here?”
You smirk. “Why, so you can get our asses whooped in a game again?”
He grins, right dimple once again making an appearance.
“Just asking- the poop- pool- pool. Fuck. The pool’s nice.” He sighs- covering his face in embarrassment, cheeks swelled up with blood.
“Sorry. Waterlog.”
You burst out laughing- his slip up and awkward responses are starting to grow on you. It’s cute.
“Well I’m sure that you have AC, so you don’t have to worry too much about being hot and sticky in a room.”
“Mmmwell,” He takes a breath, “I wouldn’t mind being hot and sticky with- hm.”
He pauses, letting his embarrassment settle in. “I’ll stop trying to talk now.”
This gets another giggle from you. “You could just say that it would be nice to see me again.” You adjust your bikini bottoms (haha) up on your hips, and then place your hand to your side to lean closer to him.
“It would be, yes.”
“I guess it wouldn’t be too bad to see you, either.”
“Satoru. We gotta go-” Suguru stands up from the ledge with a stretch. “We needa go grab groceries for the apartment.”
Satoru groans. He swiftly hoists himself up out of the water effortlessly (he hopes that you were watching, thanking the lord that he constantly worked out at the apartment gym) and quickly grabs his chair, holding it in front of himself.
“I’ll see you- and the pool again.”
“Mhm.” You wave him bye while he trails behind Suguru out of the pool room.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
He came in the pool.
He. Fucking. Came.
Sperm swimming in the chlorine.
He doesn't even know how it happened. With every tug of his white tufts, his dick throbbed and twitched, rubbing against the fabric of his swim shorts in a way that was driving him mad. He was already fighting for his life with having your pussy pressed up against the back of his neck. And the way that you called his name- Oo, it was dizzying for him.
Next thing he knew, your hand was on his face, and he was biting the shit out of his tongue trying not to moan, knees buckling while he shoots into the water.
And you smiled at him!
He practically talked Suguru’s ear off (nothing new) in the car about it while on the drive back to their apartment. Besides the cumming in his pants part- nah, he’s taking that to the grave. He was just so giddy about the day. His first flirtatious interaction with the opposite sex! How exciting!
“Yea yea I get it she’s so pretty, you get hard thinking about her, and you come in your pants just thinkin about her. Can we get out of fantasyland and go into Trader Joe’s now?”
Suguru rolls his eyes, looking out the passenger seat window, his arm hanging out. Satoru flushes.
“Why would anybody cum in the pool?”
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But yes, where was he? Oh yea, his hand’s fisting his cock.
He doesn’t know how his hand ended up there.
Oh, he was so pathetic today. He couldn’t even speak normally to you, let alone touch you without short-circuiting. And the way you looked at him. Like he was an absolute idiot- he’s never had anyone look at him like that before… except Suguru but it’s not the same. In a weird way, it turns him on. At least he redeemed himself slightly in the end, while he was subtly rubbing himself against the pool walls, the small dips in the tiling making the friction so much more enjoyable.
What a fucking loser, getting off to the sound of your voice- and in a public place? Your pretty little laugh did wonders to him. And to be under your gaze with such scrutiny- ohmygod he was so happy he brought that chair, using it to cover his hard-on as he smiled at you like an idiot, following behind his best friend like a preschooler going back inside after recess.
He loved seeing how you adjusted your bathing-suit, nipples becoming erect as soon as you got out of the pool. The way that your pussy was a flimsy cloth away from coming into real contact with him- he is swimming in his thoughts right now.
And you smelt so good- it’s definitely nothing he’s ever smelt before (because he’s been close to any woman that’s had a scent worth below $200). The smell is just so- you (he plans on driving to every single fragrance store to pinpoint said scent so he can spray it on his pillow to smell while he plays with himself).
There’s nothing he wouldn’t give to have you splayed out on his bed with his head between your thighs, eating you out until you’re frantically calling for him, a tight grip on his hair the way that only you can do. Fucking his hand while you moan, for him- he’d go bankrupt to hear it. He would make you feel good- he knows it- he’ll make it his life’s mission. The little stutters and quivers you’d make when you would get close, pleading for him to make you cum. And don’t even get him started on how he would feel when his cock sinks into you. He’s confident that he wouldn’t last any longer within five minutes. As soon as he pushes past the rim, he’d be shooting ropes. So he’d have to eat you out first to save the little slivers of his dignity that he has left.
He wonders- would you think he was big? Would you struggle taking him? Fuck, seeing you whine and moan, begging him with cute little “slow down”s and whimpering about how good he’s stretching your cunt.
He’s so stuck up in the way that your hands entangled themselves into his hair- fuck- he lets out a helpless whine as he continues his fuck sesh, moving his hand upupup, the ring of precum chasing his hand with each stroke. You used his body with little regard to how he would feel- not like he cared. You could use him however the hell you’d like. Fuck, his dick was aching with each tug.
And you got in that water.
He’s filthy- just so- so depraved for the way that that makes him harder, causing him to stroke himself faster. You were practically bathing in his cum, albeit unknowingly. How fucking nasty is that? He pictures you accidentally swallowing it- what would it be like watching you actually take it? Would you replicate your teary, chlorine-stung eyes while you were on your knees for him, throat fucked-out, tongue lolled, and waiting for his cum?
With that, he’s seeing stars, shooting comets onto his satin sheets, utterances of “Oh fuck”s and “I’m cumming”s, and finally, with a sigh, says your name while his lower torso twitches from the sensitivity, accompanied with the cool breeze his fan is blowing onto his handless cock.
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“The amount of emails we’ve been getting about the heat is starting to get a bit concerning, I must admit.” One of the chairs of the university says, mouth full of food.
All of the important figure heads of the college are sitting at the Gojo family’s long dinner table, conversing like the old buddies they are. It’s a usual thing for them to do, where they chat about stupid, unimportant uppity-rich people things, like school funding or whatever.
“What do you think we should do about this?” The housing chair directs this question to Satoru’s father, who opens his mouth before his son interrupts quickly, voice booming in the confident air that he learned to develop with people in (or slightly below- not too far below) his tax bracket.
“My friend’s in the dorms say that the dorms are pretty cool- It’s cold in there, even.” Satoru says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders while he pushes his wagyu around on his plate.
What a fuckin liar, but it’s the cross he’s willing to bare in order to see you again. Bikini covering the parts that make his mouth water, fanning yourself from the heat- hot and bothered, just like him. It’ll be worth the possible pimples he’ll get.
With this, the big-wigs frame their decision around this.
“Oh, really? It’s already so cold…”
“it would also mean that we would have to expand the budget.”
“The students should be fine without AC. If anything, the pool is open.”
Satoru looks down, smiling to himself.
If the students of Jujutsu University: Tokyo knew that the only reason they’re not getting AC units is because Satoru Gojo, all-around nepo-baby, spoiled brat, and pussy-whipped loser wants to have a chance to see the girl he fucks himself to at the pool again, they’d barbeque and skewer him alive.
Satoru Gojo comes home a little happier than most days.
"Hey, babe welcome ho-. Why are you smiling so much?"
He struts past you and sets his bag down before he grabs your hands and pulls you closer to him so he can hold you by your waist. Something that creeped you out was the fact he hadn't said one word in this entire interaction and... Well, you can't see his eyes...
"Are you okay, Toru?" Your face shifted from the curious and loving girlfriend to a concerned and quite frankly, terrified girlfriend.
He kept his smile but this time he chuckled and hugged you. I mean, it wasn't suffocating and it seemed genuine so it's probably nothing...
"Well Toru if you don't want to tell me that's fine, how about he we sit down and eat something, preferably sweet?"
It sounded like he liked that idea so he let go of you and grabbed your hand instead and followed you around like a toddler with that same stupid and menacing smile on his hidden face.
"Did Megumi call you dad or something? Why are you acting like this?"
You were getting tired of this. It wasn't healthy to have your nerves always on edge for this long but when your questions were met with silence again you grabbed some candy and some leftover cheesecake from the fridge and walked Satoru to the couch where you instinctively sat on his lap and propped the plate in your hands and right next to your chest.
"Say ahh"
Wonderful, you're feeding a grown man, cheesecake in pure silence. He giggled again when you wiped some cream off his cheek.
"What's so funny? C'mon Toru, talk to me..."
You pouted and committed a brainless act. You reached for his blindfold and pulled it down and just like you thought. He was staring right at you. No that's cool, just staring directly at me and smiling. He flashed his bright blue eyes at you for a couple of times before chowing down on his cheesecake again.
After a while you accepted your fate and gave you on trying to get him to speak and just ate candy and cheesecake together in silence, just enjoying each other's company. In typical Satoru fashion he broke the silence but this stood out. He quickly shot his gaze towards you and smiled widely before opening his eyes.
"The higher ups are dead, Yuji's execution is revoked, and Megumi gave me a hug today."
His voice was playful but too firm to be like the Satoru you know.
"I had part in two of those things"
He smiled and set down his empty plate and propped you up on his lap again before kissing you.
"Sorry for the silent treatment, Sweetie. I had to relax a bit before I told you"
"Oh!"
This could've been RSTPIMM but I wrote it for you guys😌
◉ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
(Forgive me. It's my first time writing NSFW)
Tw: overstimulation, sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, comfort, mention of positions (vague) and a couple of other things lol.
A huge silent room was filled with the sounds of moans and the repeated smacking of the huge bed smacking the wall. "F-fuck... Baby... You're so cute when you're like this.." Followed by the repeated slamming of his hips into you. By the arch your back was making you would assume that it would just break after one more thrust. The entire bed and its frame shook intensely and the room was filled with a vague sweet smell.
At this point your legs gave out already and you were laying on the bed taking it with nothing but a few whines and an intense grip on the pillow in front of you. "T-toru w-wait. I can't-..." He followed this up with a chuckle. "Don't worry just let me take care of you..."
The speed picks up and all you can do is feel. Blinded by your watery eyes, all you can see is a blurry pillow that's drenched in tears. Your poor cervix being hit every single time and repeatedly getting abused by Satoru's huge cock as it thrusts back in you deeper and deeper until... "Limitless!"
The entire mood and atmosphere of the room goes grey as he immediately gets up and checks on you. "Baby, fuck, I'm so sorry are you okay?" You twitch uncontrollably as you keep your face in the pillow trying to recollect yourself. Satoru grabs some water and snacks before coming back to you quickly and gently putting you in his lap.
"fuck... I'm so sorry..." You sniffle and look up at him. "I-its okay.. I was just a little overstimulated" Satoru had a face disgust with himself before you kissed his neck and jawline before leaving a long kiss on his nice red lips. "'s okay baby I know you just felt good..." He looked up at you and put his self disgust aside and grabbed the snacks/candy and shot you a worried "I'm sorry" look.
"Break?"
"Fuck..baby, you look so pretty under me" You squirm under him as the thrust of his cock sends shock through your entire body. You were trapped under him with thighs putting infinite secondhand pressure on your chest while your feet hung over his shoulders.
" 'guru, wait- I... mmph!" Your whines were muffled by 2 long fingers entering your mouth. "Suck" Just then you followed his orders with little hesitation. But the more and more he thrust into your abused cunt the more and more your tears and numbness caught up to you.
The build up to your third orgasm was evident and it wasn't graceful. "S-Suguru!" He responded with a grin and even rougher treatment. "Overstimulated?" He said looking down at you. It was less of a concerned face and tone more of a condescending one. You looked up at him feeling like the pressure inside you was going to burst.
"Curse!" In an instant the reality had set in a few seconds late. He pulled out which made a small 'pop' noise. When he saw you gasping for air and clenching your thighs together. His mood shifted and he left to go fetch a towel. After cleaning up he put you to bed and let you rest after stepping out of the room.
When you woke up you noticed the soreness in your legs and chest was mostly gone and the fact that Suguru wasn't there. Confused, you sent a text asking where we went. "Y/N, sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to go that far. I should've stopped sooner, I'm downstairs right now and I got you food it's on the table I just figured you would want to have time to yourself after that" you could hear the guilt in his texts and that made you feel guilty. "No Suguru it's okay, I'd feel better if I were with you :)" "alright, I'm coming 🩶"
What a predicament to be in. Folded like a pretzel in the lap of your husband after a particularly rough day at work which led to the same treatment reflected in your sex life. Two large hands grip your waist and help you navigate up and down his huge shaft with subtle grunts.
"K-Kento-" "Quiet, All I need is another Hour" "that's the thing I don't think I have another hour in me-" A small pause was followed by a grunt. "Then I'll get my hours worth now" Restricting your hands and holding down your waist he thrusts up into you with intense speed.
It made you want to shatter right then and there. A growing feeling of sickness arises inside your stomach. "K-Kento... Wait... please" A giant hand silences your cries and the reoccurring hits on your cervix pushes you over the edge. Tears stream out of your eyes and your tongue sticks out of your mouth. "Overtime!"
His automatic husband mode completely overpowered his angry, tired, and needy personality. He took you off his lap and laid you down. "Honey, I'm so sorry are you alright?" You roll over to go under the covers with a shiver. "I'm fine kento, I just need some rest, please don't worry." Despite the alarm in his face he agreed. But he might use this as a reason for him to take a break from his sex life.
At this point you're questioning if you're even alive or if you will be alive when you're done with this if you'll ever be done with it. Right now, being rammed into repeatedly, you lay there just thinking about your decisions which is even harder to do when you can't even focus on something as simple as speaking and breathing.
"t-toj-..." The feeling of his cock slapping your pussy over and over again, making you drool. "Heh, y'r putting on a show aren't 'cha?" In return all he got was a mumble and some broken moans. It was evident that you weren't in the right state of mind when being fucked dumb on his thick length.
"t-toji, I- I can't... 's too much..." A low groan and snicker came from toji as lifted you higher and fucked into you faster and harder. The pleasure and pain evident on your face as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. Sure it wasn't his favorite position but having you in a full Nelson made him experience an excitement deep within him.
"Damn it, Broke Bitch!" You hiss. "Well that was just mean, doll" he looks at you with a half disappointed and confused face and puts you down. Which you immediately fell on the floor, face first because your legs gave up. "Help me, Brokie" "Nah I don't think I wanna after you called me a broke bitch and clocked out early"
"TOJI on everything I love, you not being one of them, if you don't get me off this dirty fuckin floor..." With a sigh and way too much attitude he obliged. "Fine ya big baby" He picks you up and chucks you on the bed. "Clearly you're washed up" your eyebrows furrowed. As you took sight of his boldness "And clearly your broke ass doesn't understand the fact that I pay the bills in this fucking house and if you don't get your shit together you gonna be sleeping with that fuckin cat"
"yes Ma'am" with a smirk you accept the blanket given to you and snuggle in the big velvety sheets. "Thank you, Brokie Toji"
Straddling Choso was always one of your favorite things to do and he likes it too. "F-Fuck Cho! 's so good" "fuck.... Right there, Ma..." As you continue to ride him your legs slowly started to feel more numb. As good as it felt you didn't know how much longer you could bring yourself to doing this.
"Cho' I don't know how much longer I can keep this up" "Come on mama, you're doing so well..." Choso grips your hips tightly and continues to guide you on his cock. Giving you some words of support while doing so. Tears well up in your eyes as your body starts to give out leaving you to just silently cry for release.
Your hips crash down on his cock repeatedly as a nice silky white ring forms at his base. "That's it baby, just a little more...shit.." his grip only intensifies as he speeds up and gets slightly more possessive. "Cho' please, let's take a break!" "What...?" Clearly, he took that the wrong way which caused him to be even more possessive.
He wrapped his arms around you and thrusted faster. "Mine..." Choso was more terrified of you leaving more than anything so anything that sounded remotely close to a break up just broke him. "Blood!" The gears in choso's head stopped turning. He didn't even realize what was happening for around 10 seconds before he realized you used your safe word.
"Shit, I'm so sorry! Y/N, please forgive me!" Your mind was still fuzzy but you were still conscious enough to know that Choso was 2 seconds away from freaking out. "Hey, hey it's okay! I meant let's relax and take a break." You wipe your tears and his forming tears and you two just quietly cuddle and enjoy each other's company."
Even though you should be pretty used to overstimulation, this time is particularly worse because it wasn't just overstimulation. this time it was followed by teasing and it wasn't ideal because this time he didn't take it easy.
"c'mon brat, where's that pretty face gone?" Tears stroll down your face and cover your cheeks. Being fucked dumb on Sukuna wasn't knew but when he chose to be in his true form and in front of people, it was quite literally the worse experience ever.
"'Kuna... I can't.. 's too much-" like those pathetic mumbles were to do anything, the only thing happening right now that was different was the fact that he now seemed prouder in a way. Showing you off like a trophy for all of those lower than him to see.
"M-murder!" His eyes widened slightly as he came to a stop. Then they turned into one of boredom. He dismissed everyone before going back to you. "Brat what's the problem?" Trying to catch your breath while crying wasn't easy. It was even harder when he didn't pull out.
"Kuna, can we take a break, please?" You almost stumble over your words while trying to collect yourself. He takes you off his lap and places you on his throne.
"I'll tell Uraume to drop off some towels and clothes for you, when you are ready, come find me". He started to walk away leaving you with his kimono. "You know where to find me."
"thanks, Kuna..."
"...you're welcome Y/N"
✩*⢄⢁✧ ----.・。.・゜✭.・✫・゜.・。.・・.----✧⡠*☆
An: OMG ITS DONE. sorry everyone this isn't my normal writing style and I was also battling with myself about making it more graphic, I don't have a problem with that stuff but I have to get over the ick of writing it out. As for the safe words I didn't have them planned so I just spat out some bullshit. Ngl I actually felt a little weird writing it but y'know I ended up doing it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ good for me I guess lol.
@smionrileyswifetehe
⏤͟͟͞͞✧𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱.
gojo satoru was a very peculiar man, you told yourself. there could be any reason in the world why he would be acting this way, yet you dont even want to try to think about one anymore.
who did you even have as a partner, a large overgrown cat?
you stare at him as he slumps on the couch, sighing a little too dramatically for it to be considered genuine.
you roll your eyes as you try to ignore him, but his antics were getting unbearable now.
as he sighed out loud for the nth time, you finally spoke up.
“satoru, what do you want now?!”
he looked at you with his pretty eyes before proclaiming “nothing much… just sulking…”
“sulking for what, satoru?” you reply, already annoyed because you knew it was for a petty reason.
gojo looked at you before turning away. “no, you wouldnt get it. i guess you cant get me at all anymore…” he says, dropping his head and continuing to slump on the couch.
jesus, what was wrong with him sometimes?
“satoru gojo.” you call out, getting his attention.
“ooh, full government name. i wonder whats in store for me.” he deadpans.
“what is making you hate me right now?”
gojo scoffs, turning his head to the side and looking at the wall. “oh nothing, just surprised my sweet girl suddenly knows i exist.”
you blink at him once. what was he going on about?
he sighs dramatically again, before once again thumping down on the couch.
“in case you dont remember, someone forgot to say hi to me when she came home.” he says with indignation.
was that seriously it?!
“really, satoru?” you question, wondering if its real or not. well, judging by his character, you were pretty sure he got all worked up simply because you forgot to say that you arrived home.
this stupid, handsome man.
he doesnt respond at all, which confirms his reasoning.
you laugh a little. was this really it? you had hoped it was something as small as this, but there was always a chance you actually did something wrong. you never knew with gojo as your partner.
“look, baby im sorry i didnt greet you when i got home. what do you want now?”
gojo finally looks at you, eyes sparkling just a little.
“only thing that’ll help are cuddles. right now.”
you start laughing hard as you tackle him on the couch, trying to win back your innocence. you smiled as you finally got an excuse to crush gojo, in all of his 6’2 glory.
“okay okay i forgive you!” gojo says, laughing in between his words.
as you guys settle down, he laughs and kisses your cheek, pulling you closer to him.
“you’ve been so busy with work lately,” he pouts, “it seems like i’m no longer your very first priority…”
“oh please, you’ll always be on top of my list.”
“you promise?” gojo asks, arms tightening around you.
“i promise.”
a/n: sorry for not posting in a long time, i don't even have a reason i spend too much time consuming media than producing it.
likes and reblogs appreciated <3
dilf! gojo who is a neighborhood favorite, and you’re lucky enough to have him as your neighbor too. he’s always the first one offering to help you with literally anything.
need a ride home? don’t worry, he’s already coming to pick you up, in a lambo, no less. is it really necessary? not really. will you stop him? of course not. need to stock up on groceries for the week? don’t worry, he’s already walking beside you at one of the fanciest grocery stores in town. turns out he knows the manager who’s willing to give you a discount on all your orders from now on! getting ready for a date? don’t worry, he’s already waving you goodbye as you leave, teasing you about “using protection.”
imagine his joy horror when you come back home, a blubbering mess as you tell him how absolutely shitty the date went, and how you’re swearing off of guys forever. lucky for you, gojo isn’t just some guy, he’s your friendly neighbor next door, so obviously he’ll help you out like any good neighbor would.
by drilling his cock into your pussy, making you forget allll about that shitty date of yours. you don’t even need to say an outright thanks — your moans and the obscene sounds of your cunt squelching around his cock serve as more than enough encouragement for gojo to continue pounding into you, even when he himself is overstimulated and can’t keep up.
he’s super caring too, catching your tears with his tongue just in time before they ruin your makeup in any way. even though you did do your makeup for that shitty guy and not for gojo, who’s very mad, he must make sure your efforts don’t go to waste. your clothes, or whatever’s left of it? on the floor in shreds, not that it matters. gojo’ll buy you five more pairs of the same dress if you’d like. but hey, love thy neighbor, right?
in which: megyn cuddle + annoying kuro
pairing: megumi x f!reader
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megumi was tired.
a long day of exercising curses, all he wanted in this moment was to collapse into bed and pull yn into his arms. no barking or whining, just wuiet.
but apparently that was too much to ask for.
because the moment he wrapped his arm around yns waist, the divine dog growled.
not a soft whine like when megumi didnt bring back treats, a warning growl.
megumis fingers barely touched yns hip again before the growl got louder. his brain took a second to process it before his face turned into a scowl.
he glanced down at the divine dog, who was currently trying to wedge itself between him and yn. its head pressed against yns stomach.
yn, meanwhile,. was sleeply giggling, her face buried against megumis chest.
megumi sighed. “did you just growl at me, kuro?”
the dog did not blink or waver.
it stood its ground, its eyes sharp like megumi was an intruder in his own dorm.
yn lifted her head slightly, peekijg up at him. “theyre just protective, megs.”
protective, against megumi. yns boyfriend. their summoner.
megumis eyes narrowed. “shes literally my girlfriend”
the dog did not care. if anything, it pushed itself closer to yn, pressing its entire weight into them as if shielding her from megumi.
“you cant be serious.”
yn reached down and scratched behind its ear. “its cute.”
“no, its not.”
it was annoying, he could barely touch his own girlfriend without his own technique getting in the way.
megumi stared down the dog with the most unimpressed look imaginable. which was reflected on the dog. “i summon you, you exist because of me. you should be on my side.”
the dog blinked. then had the audacity to turn its head away.
because megumi wasnt worth looking at.
megumi exhaled sharply. “fine”
yn, still giggling, tilted her head. “are you pouting, megs?”
“no.”
megumi absolutely was pouting.
and it only got worse when kuro curled against yns stomach, blocking megumi from touching her.
yn ran her fingers through kuros fur. “guess you have to work for their trust, too.”
“i dont need their trust, i need my girlfriend back.”
kuro didnt move.
megumi sighed heavily, sinking deeper into the mattress. he should have desummoned the shikigami already, but he was too tired. instead he settled for grumbling under his breath.
reader reached out, gently running her fingers through megumis hair, scratching at the scalp. the tension in his shoulders giving away.
megumis eyelids drooped, huffing out a breath. “this is so unfair.”
“youre cute when your grumpy, megs”
megumi grumbled something unintelligible before wrapping an arm around her back—and the dog growled again.
“oh my fucking gosh.”
yuji x reader | masterlist
01: nice binder goob
wc 0.8k
you arrived at jujutsu tech in early february, it gives you about 4 months to plan an assassination of sukunas vessel, a first year student named yuuji itadori.
your tactical boots specialized in traction and protection crunch the winter leaves below you. its just about 6am, you woke up early today.
you plan out the killing in your head. come to think about it 4 months is a lot isnt it? you typically like making it quick and simple, although you have little experience in actual killing people.
perhaps bidding your time would be the best option. jujutsu tech is filled with many powerful individuals who would most likely kill her if they knew her intentions. your biggest fear is the 10 shadows user, he appears to have the closest relationship to sukunas vessel.
at around 7am she arrived outside the classroom, where gojo sensei would be waiting to introduce her to the measly 3 first year students inside.
“everybody!” gojo shouts at a volume way too loud for 7 in the morning. “we have a new student! give her a round of applause!”
sukunas vessel and kugisaki clap lamely while fushiguro makes no attempt to indulge in gojos acts.
you enter the classroom and bow slightly before walking to the single empty desk. “thats yn zenin! which puts the first year class at 4 students! hooray!” gojo shouts.
you have no intention on talking to the other students, or anyone for that matter. while gojo talks about paired missions all you can do is fight the urge to fall asleep, maybe waking up early was a bad idea.
“ok! we have an even number of students sooo…! were gonna do paired missions! nobara and megumiii in one pair and ill supervise yuji and yn!”
is gojo ever quiet.
oh, me and sukunas vessel?
thats good. i could probably kill him easily. what about the veil though? i surely wouldnt be let out if gojo is supervising.
well its still good to figure out some information about sukunas vessel.
you enter the car driven by gojo, the mission you were assigned to is a grade 2 curse in an abandoned hospital about 45 minutes away. you stare out the window on to the dense forest near the road.
the car stops before gojo tells you and sukunas vessel to get out of the car. you stretch slightly when getting out due to sitting for too long before starting to walk to the mission site.
gojo lowers his veil trapping you and sukunas vessel, hopefully he doesnt like. kill you or smth.
you walk around looking for a 2nd grade curse, checking the patients rooms, waiting room, the roof. although you just cant put your finger on where it is.
while youre looking, sukunas vessel keeps blabbering on and on, to the point where youre starting to tune him out.
he taps your shoulder which throws you off guard, causing you to step back away from him quickly.
“just trying to ask a question” sukunas vessel says.
i thought he was gonna kill me. he couldve just now.
“what.”
“why did you become of a sorcerer?”
theres a brief silence before you say. “its none of your business”
“thats fine, you remind me of fushiguro in a way! youre both very grumpy you know?”
after about a couple minutes of fighting with the curse you end up surviving the mission relatively unharmed, sukunas vessel took most of your heavy hits for you.
you and sukunas vessel end up both going to ms leiri for her expertise in reverse cursed technique. not that you needed it, you just tagged along.
you tagged along because you had to. not because you wanted to.
you, the other 2 firsts years, and sukunas vessel get treated to. revolver sushi. or something similar to that. you expected this is be a gun shop or maybe the name of a brand, not a type of restaurant.
“what you and kugisaki never been to a revolving sushi place? you have to go its so cool! its for the experience!” (ita)
“they dont have those where i grew up. revolving sushi is cheap isnt it? lets go somewhere expensive since gojo sensei is paying” (kugi)
“but i want it! its not about how expensive it is, its about the experience!” (ita)
“you say that until you get food poisoning.” (kugi)
“you agree with me, right zenin!??” (ita)
you shake your head in disagreement.
“see i told you! zenin agreed, were gonna get steak!” (kugi)
“when did zenin agree to get steak” (fushi)
“shut your mouth.” (kugi)
extra!
lol im so stupid instead of zenin i use ln frigg
can u tell dialogue is my least fav thing ever. ngl everything non smau is.mmmlol
my friend said i was the type to read ao3 and bl. i ask her hiw did she know what that meant and she was like. i have my sources. ok freak
i played volleyball and i hit it and it bounce onto my face or smth ow
my chromebook got power washed wuess by who. me. i did on accident my bad 💔✌️
took soso long for this I SPENT LJKE 2 weeks. next chapter in 6 weeks stay stuned
ok gn.
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intros
the first years
Yuuji Itadori (Sukunas vessel)
Has received an extension on his execution from a complant by Gojo Satoru. No prior knowledge of sorcery before an incident that happened at a Tokyo public high school.
Skills: Strength.
Cursed technique: N/A
Kill by 06.10.25
Megumi Fushiguro
User of the Ten Shadow technique. Accomplices with Sukunas V.
Skills: Shikigami, Hand-to-hand fighting, Tactical intelligence.
Cursed technique: Ten Shadows.
Danger to Yn Zenin: 8/10
Nobara Kugisaki
Transfer student from a rural village. Unknown relationship with Sukunas V.
Skills: High pain tolerance, Tactical intelligence.
Cursed technique: Straw Doll technique.
Danger to Yn Zenin: 3/10
Yn Zenin
Sent to Jujutsu Tech Toyko to assassinate Sukunas V. by June 10th 2025.
Skills: Excellence in sword fighting and Marksmanship.
Cursed technique: poison control. (a/n idc if shes a zenin)
No potential danger to turn traitor, loyal to the Zenin clan.
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in all honestly, yn was afraid of fushiguro. the first time she saw him was when she was hiding from student council, she turned the corner to find him on a pile of bodies. not the most welcoming sight.
their relationship remained like that. yn was afraid of fushiguro, fushiguro probably didnt know that she existed. sure he saw her in the hallways from time to time. but those prolonged gazes glances didnt compare to the amount of times yn nearly tripped trying to silently run away.
when she entered high school she assumed that fushiguro would stop, and for the most part, he did. sure he was aggravated by a couple of students every now and then, but they had it coming honestly.
fushiguro attended every class and was on every a honor roll. he got nearly every girls attention, yn was not an exception. he was the standard of beauty, who could blame her.
although, out of all the girls in the school, yn was just average. if in fushiguros standards, probably below average. so she swallowed her feelings, if someone were to ask her who she liked. “no one.” she would say avoiding their gaze.
valentines was coming up soon, yn wonders if she would get any chocolates. hopefully romantic chocolates. maybe a boy in her class. maybe megumi fushiguro
eventually valentines rolls around and not a single chocolate left in her desk. thats fine, she wasnt betting on getting any anyways.
while eating lunch she heard girls talking about fushiguro possibly having chocolates.
‘wow. what a lucky girl.’ she thinks to herself.
nearly every girl (and boy) in the school was trying to figure out who it was for. he refused to say for his own reasons.
the last bell rings and school is dismissed for the day. yn walks home in the cold weather wishing she would’ve worn stockings for brought another jacket.
she hears speed walking behind her but doesnt bother to look back, she knows that whoevers behind her definitely isnt trying to interact with her.
yn feels a tap on her shoulder and shivers run down her back, their hands were cold. she turns around to find fushiguro, holding a small bag of chocolates.
“i got these for you for helping me.”
“help you with what?”
he shoves the bag further in your hands, looking to the side blushing.
“take them.”
fushiguro sprints off without looking back. “hey wait what was that for!” yn shouts.
after that she started noticing fushiguros lingering stares glares, did she do something wrong?
she assumed that fushiguro messed up and gave it to the erong person, or it was just gratitude chocolate. although, yn has barely spoken to fushiguro let alone done him a favor. she wonders who he really wanted to give them to. maybe that popular girl in his class. what was her name again?
a couple weeks after that chocolate incident, in p.e she overheard fushiguro talking with his only friend. “do you really think shes not getting my hints?”
“i wouldnt get them either.” (ita)
“i thought they were obvious” (fushi)
you quietly walk faster on the track. pretending you cant see fushiguro blushing and that other kid pointing with his mouth covered.
after abiut 1 minute you hear someone sprinting behind you. you think nothing of the footsteps until they start slowing down once they get within a couple feet across from you.
fushiguro looks to the his right, where youre standing. you divert you eyes. he takes inching closer to you.
“do you get it” (fushi)
you look at him in confusion. “hm?”
“get it?” (fushi)
“get what?”
…
“do you like me?” (fushi)
…
a/n: pls dont hate me because im bad at writing im sorryyy sorry 😞
a/n: you are shokos sister shoko is in a mid western emo band and geto is the bassist/song writer skmetimes
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honeymoon- nanami kento x wife!reader
a/n- in preparation for this week’s episode, this is my ode to my husband
warnings- fem!reader, unprotected sex, praise, missionary pos, mating press, belly bulge, nanami has a big d, implied breeding kink, fluffff
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Nanami Kento had been dreaming of a vacation. Somewhere with sand and palm trees, warm weather, the ocean, you. Now it would take a lot for him to admit this because he’s not a dreamer, per se, especially with his strict work ethic, but the amount of times he had to catch himself during a shift from drifting off in a fantasy about sleeping in or relaxing on the beach, you could say he had started to reflect his child-like self.
Except every single one of those dreams could not rival the feeling of experiencing his honeymoon with you. He’d gotten what he wanted. A private villa, surrounded by greenery with a whole rainbow of colors blessing the space. Red, orange, pink, and especially white flowers would pop out from the dense leaves of the tropical garden that was essentially your front yard, their sweet perfume just light enough to not be too overbearing. The villa was perched in a cluster of palms, the white-sand beaches of the Caribbean literally at your disposal by a pathway from your bedroom, its wood-lined trail leading down to a private oceanside cove of sand and the most vivid aquamarine water you’d ever seen.
It had been five days since the two of you had arrived at your little oasis, 120 hours of complete and utter relaxation accompanied by sheer happiness. You could barely contain your excitement for the trip when he’d announced the surprise destination a month before your wedding, and that giddiness you were once feeling was multiplied tenfold. Kento Nanami was finally your husband. The man you had fallen for was now tied to you legally and emotionally, the two of you matching with the golden bands placed upon your fingers, yours just a tad bit more extravagant with the stone you had dreamt of forged perfectly into the smooth metal.
Your favorite gift you had received though was once again from your husband. It had been given on the day of your wedding, a little white, bow-tied box placed in your hands before the reception. Upon opening it, you were met with a pretty bracelet, a twisted chain of pure platinum so uniformly perfect, you knew your husband had picked it. Your favorite part however, was the tiny charm hanging from the chain, a cursive “k” inscribed into the precious material, a clear sign of your newly wed’s hand in the purchase. “I’m yours now,” he had whispered into your hair, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before helping you clasp the delicate chain around your wrist.
For days you had thanked him any way you could for his kindness, the two new additions he’d gifted so beautifully thoughtful, gifts that certainly garnered a lot of attention, especially when it came to some.. exerting activities.
It was like the atmosphere had turned you two into animals, your bodies sore from the endless (sorry for lack of a better word), fucking, the tension so thick you could feel it heavy in your chest, the warm, salty breeze flowing through the mesh, white curtains of your bedroom doing nothing to help calm your lustful state.
It was nearly dusk and your current session had started about an hour ago, any and every position you could think of already tried, your body turned and flipped a multitude of times before you were placed on your back again, thighs pushed up against your chest, your legs falling over your husband’s broad shoulders.
Your throat was dry from the fountain of moans constantly spilling from your mouth, Nanami’s name starting to sound like an imaginary word from the amount of times you’d choked out the syllables. Don’t be too embarrassed though because he was just as knocked as you, his skin flush from exertion, sweat dampening his blonde locks, and his usually cool tone of voice had turned desperate, your own name a slurred grumble or groan every time he felt you clench around him.
Your silky, white nightgown had been discarded long ago, the little scrap of fabric on the floor reminding you of what had started this escapade in the first place. The memory of Nanami’s eyes darkening when you’d emerged for bedtime had your stomach tightening and eyes squeezing shut. You’d known him for who knows how long and he still managed to make you feel like a horny teenager with just one look.
“My perfect wife,” he panted into your neck, heavy cock nudging your deepest parts, you could feel him in your belly, could even see him in your belly, the area below your navel molding just slightly into the shape of his cock every time he would push into you.
Your skin was glowing from the last remnants of sunlight reaching through the gauzey curtains, the ocean waves gentle as they crashed along the shore, wrapping you in a cocoon of pure passion, the current moment so perfect and loving, one of Nanami’s hands snaking into your palm to ground you, the other resting beside your head as he kissed the tender curve of your neck.
He was a warm lover. Caring, romantic, a listener. Someone who focuses on giving instead of stealing pleasure. That’s why it was so easy to give him your trust, to open yourself up to him emotionally, and physically. Someone who easily outshined anyone when it came to choosing who to share your remaining years with.
Your ring fingers clinked together when he pushed into you with a particularly needy thrust, the golden bands once again twining as his fingers curled over your own in a firm lock. “Only yours,” you whimpered out, voice almost breaking from your very vulnerable position, your chest compromised as your legs were propped up, the backs of your thighs fitting against his chest, folding over his shoulders at the knees.
Not only did your words drive him crazy, but the little jingle he would hear every time his hips connected with your own had his eyebrows knitting with some primal need to actually make you his. The bracelet he’d gifted you had ended up clasped around your delicate ankle, the silver charm glinting his initial in the low lights, every little reflection catching his peripheral, spurring him on. You had done it on purpose. You had known he would have you folded sooner or later and you knew how much he loved to mark you, that piece of jewelry a literal signing of his name on you.
Your mouths latched onto each other, hurried kisses ending in heavy breaths against each other’s face or neck, eventually your foreheads being the place of rest as he continued to fuck you with every ounce of energy in his body.
“-love you, s’much,” you murmured, voice lilting with the rising pleasure in your core, his thick length prodding every ridge you had to offer, that spongey spot of nerves catching his head with every pass, eliciting a gasp from your lips, Nanami’s jaw clenching as he held himself back from completely plowing into you, your approaching climax drawing a rush of liquid from your twitching cunt, trickling onto his thighs.
“I love you,” he kissed you this time, his strong hand fisting the sheets beside your head, the other still clutching onto your hand as he knocked the breath from your lungs, his cock feeling like a full-blown spear impaling you, the only thing keeping you sane being his mouth on you, and the sweet-nothings groaned from his lips.
***
It was dark by the time you two had truly finished with each other, your body curled up in Nanami’s lap as he lounged with you on the large chairs placed outside the curtains of your bedroom, the moonlight bouncing off the waves as they continued their trek across the shore.
His nimble fingers traced gentle shapes on your back, your upper body covered by his blue shirt, dwarfing your form in a pool of fabric, Nanami modeling your “half-nakedness” with only a pair of boxers, his strong legs visible to your very sleepy, but eager eyes.
Some type of tropical, cricket creature hummed a pretty song, coaxing your eyelids to flutter, your body sinking further into your husband’s hold, your cheek nestled gently against the soft curves of his collarbone, his heartbeat steady in your ear.
Taking note of your drifting consciousness, Nanami smiled down at your curled up form, fingers slowly letting up on their brief massage session to brace his hold. “Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, kissing the top of your hair with such tenderness you almost agreed to get up and listen, but he was just so warm and cozy.
Pretending to not hear him, you put on your best sleeping face, mouth opening slightly to really pull it off, the tiniest of snores leaving you in a very convincing manner. Silence followed your antics before a rumble vibrated from the chest of the man you lied on, a soft laugh leaving him as he took in your ‘sleeping state’, a laugh that had your lips twitching, a smile almost breaking out on your face.
“What a shame.. the Mrs. has fallen asleep on me,” he sighed, voice filled with faux sorrow, and when he relaxed back into the chair, you thought the victory was yours, nuzzling back against his chest to comfortably relax again. That was.. before your world was turned upside down, a yelp echoing from your throat as Nanami hoisted you over his shoulder, your bottom cradled by his large hand as he smiled that stupid smile of his and trekked back into the bedroom, all fatigue gone from the two of you, replaced with the teasing air of aching want.
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cw: satoru gojo x fem reader, nerdjo, university au, gojo is a gifted kid, you are a bimbo, physics major gojo, doctorate gojo, cheerleader reader, fingering, grinding, dry humping, use of petnames
kinda just had a blurb and wrote this drabble, i never write so the punctuation lord. idk i need this and ik i'll pass with flying colours.
MDNI
cheerleader!reader who's easily capable of landing on top of the pyramid but has no idea how to write the formula for what she did.
cheerleader!reader whose sports scholarship is barely holding on with her current grades, leaving her no choice but to accept her professor's recommendation for a tutor.
tutor!gojo who is the same age as you but getting his PhD right now.
tutor!gojo who calmly and patiently teaches you each and every concept from the beginning again, entertaining all your questions.
tutor!gojo who clears up way more than two hours a week because he needs to see you you need it.
tutor!gojo who suggests sessions right after your cheer practice so that he gets to see you in that slutty lil' uniform your brain is 'sharper'.
tutor!gojo who can't bear the fact that you're sitting all dolled up for him in your mini skirt and liner, huffing and squirming with every problem you don't get.
tutor!gojo who loves riling you up by slowly tracing the pencils underneath your skirt when you space out or pinching at your waist when you make a mistake.
tutor!gojo who adores seeing you so flustered that he sets up a reward system, making you fall right into his arms.
tutor!gojo who starts off with small words of praise like "good girl" "attagirl" "that's my girl".
tutor!gojo who then starts reprimanding your mistakes by doing the sum over again with his hand enveloping yours and making you trace the words.
tutor!gojo who has you sit on his lap for 'overlooking your work better', but this just leaves you grinding on his thigh with your barely there shorts as you try and solve these problems.
tutor!gojo who slowly bumps his leg up and down to help you, sometimes moving his own hips by accident.
tutor!gojo who grabs your hips with his massive hands, engulfing them as he glides them back and forth, dragging you like a doll on him.
tutor!gojo who then comes up to your ear and whispers "haan- that's it, check the directions of the waves again" as you mewl pathetically writhing on him.
tutor!gojo who has you sprawled out on his desk before your final exam for the semester, three fingers deep in you as you try to solve a paper
"p-please right there, jus' ah-" you moan as his fingers scissor your folds apart.
gojo looks at you with a condescending grin before he tsks, "baby you know the deal, you get to cum when you answer all the questions right."
"b-but 's not fair." you whine out as his fingers squelch loudly in your tight wet heat.
"sweetheart come on," he sighs at you "i know my girl, if you weren't so slutty you'd have been done long ago"
"can't, shit, can't i need more please, i can't focus." you beg him with all but tears in your eyes.
"come on love, 3 more questions yeah? you solve 'em right maybe i'll even give you more than jus' my fingers" he teases, pulling your thighs so that he's situated deeper inside you.
you cry out at the feeling, but before you can get a word in he speaks again "if not guess i h've to keep edgin' you" he coos into your ear and now the tears flow.
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Need this for future notice
summary: he was a boy, you were a girl — can i make it any more obvious? you were all set to be the college football coach, the position you rightfully deserved, until toji fushiguro, resident walking jawline and professional misogynist magnet, swooped in and snagged it because, apparently, chromosomes count as qualifications now. now, you're stuck coaching the cheerleading team — a job you’ve grown to begrudgingly enjoy, even if it’s not your dream. but here's the kicker (pun intended): coach fushiguro is... not entirely insufferable? between his penalty shootouts and his oddly compelling smirk, you start to wonder if there’s more to him than the man-sized ego he’s parading on the field. is this the beginning of a rivalry, a redemption arc, or just a massive concussion from spending too much time around footballs? one thing’s for sure: sports, love, and bad decisions make one hell of a combo.
content warnings: lots of crack, smut (added over the course of the series), angst & hurt with comfort, fluff. enemies to lovers. toji is depicted in his early 40's, reader's age is not specified, but i wrote it with late 30's in mind. he fell first, [s]he fell harder. misunderstandings. workplace sexism. mentions of other characters [yuuji, megumi, choso, inumaki, nobara, yuuki, gojo, nanami, geto]. reader is written with poc in mind but can be read otherwise - does not affect plot as much - implied to have strict/traditional parents. takes place in a college au - characters [like megumi, yuuji etc.] are aged up for that reason alone.
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𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 | toji fushiguro
SUMMARY: toji finds out his pretty maid isn’t as innocent as he thinks once he walks in on her during her cam show.
CONTENT: f! maid/cam!girl reader, reader’s 20+, pwp, mean dilf!toji, praising, oral, (f!receiving) degradation, ruined orgasms/orgasm control, dumbification, humor, sir kink, breeding kink, toji’s a munch lol, edging, humiliation, finger sucking, overstim, spanking, manhandling. (pet names: little girl, princess, pretty girl) wk — 5.1k!
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Toji enters his well kept town home, tossing his keys near the kitchen counter while sliding off his shoes that clanked across the wooden floor. He came home a bit early this time from dealing with tiresome bounties, letting off a soft grunt from cracking his stiff neck. “Y/N—?” He’d rasp out, scanning his eyes around his broad, tidy living room. Usually you’d politely greet him at the door, asking about his day — simple small talk. “Huh.” He’d huff, hanging up his coat. But that’s when Toji hears something though. It was coming from upstairs, and it sounded a lot like you. And you weren‘t talking. You were most definitely doing the opposite of that.
He made his way up the shaggy carpet stairs, before dragging his feet towards his bedroom. That’s where he heard the racket coming from. Toji’s initial thought was… what the hell were you doing in his room. You were giggling, speaking with such a high airy voice — and the door was slightly cracked open. He stood there, and the words that came out of your mouth made him raise a brow. “Mmm.. Oh.. yeah… this is my boss’s room,” and your voice is very different than how you usually speak, carnal and pitched for your audience. “Fuck him…? I wish.. I’m just the plain housekeeper, heh—” and you let out a soft moan, fingering yourself. “He’s… so hot though. Wish you guys could see him like I do.”
“Really.”
You immediately freeze — seeing Toji stand in the doorway, his eyes staring at you sprawled out on his bed in a pretty cheetah print lingerie set. He’s never seen you like this before, and the cute petrified look on your face nearly brings a smile to his pink lips. “Shit… um… oh my god… sir…” You stammered, getting up from his king sized bed, rapidly clicking on your mouse before shutting the laptop entirely. “I uh…. didn’t think you’d be here until the evening….”
“Yeah I bet Y/N,” Toji replies, and he’s strolling his feet towards you, and his hands are buried in his pockets — staggering height intimidating you as his green eyes pierced into yours. Toji’s inches away from you now, and his eyes ogle at your raunchy revealing attire. “You’ve got some balls, girl. Doing this shit in my bedroom,” and you can’t even look at him in the eye, but you’d bet good money that he’s smirking at you. “Aw. What’s the problem, camgirl? Where’d all your confidence go?” You finally look up at him, feeling so small and tiny and Toji’s definitely smirking at you, eyes slightly squinting out of teasing.
You opened your mouth to speak — but nothing came out, and Toji makes you walk until your back taps against the wall. “C‘mon. Repeat what you said to your little viewers to me,” and he lets off a low chuckle, pulling on the string of your lingerie, popping it against your skin with a thwack before he coos with a mean taunting stare, “Filthy girl.”
“I—” You’d pathetically choke out, and his gaze is so stern, so full of authority and utter power. Within a snap, Toji knew how to make sure you knew your place. All you could reply with was a shy and awkward, “I… have no idea what you’re talking about, Sir.”
Toji lets off an irritated deadpan at your answer, before grabbing your wrist and snatching the toy that you hid behind your back this whole time. “Uh huh. And you think you can just play with yourself — on my bed. Where I fucking sleep,” and you let off a gasp, feeling Toji drag you back towards your cute little set up. “Turn it back on. Lemme meet your little friends.”
“Okay…” you’d mumble, lifting up the lap top. Toji’s directly behind you, and you feel him purposely brushed up against your ass as he stares down at the monitor — watching dozens of donations pile up and the chat flooding immediately once they caught a glimpse of Toji.
nanamisfatballsack: WTF GIRL THATS UR BOSS?????
m1ssionaryh@ter: *tipped 2848 hearts!* Woah I’m actually humping my screen rn
anonymoususer12: is he apart of the stream??? :0 so sexy…
[MOD] gojodaddy69: lmao i’m hotter but ok ;-;
You felt your face get hot, feeling Toji’s eyes burn over your shoulder and onto the screen. “Yeah um this is my boss… I was telling you guys about earlier,” and you gasp, feeling Toji snake his hands towards your hips — pulling you closer to him as you spoke. “Toji… Fush—iguro,” you’d pant out his name, nearly letting off a noise from feeling him start to graze his fingers up your waist, making you part your legs and plant your arms on the desk. “Uh.. I guess he can… co-host with me,” and you turn to look towards Toji. “If you want to—?”
“Sure thing,” he’d reply, and things just … sort …of …escalated. One moment the chat was thirsting all over Toji, bombarding him with a million personal questions — and the next, you’re sitting on his face, letting off the most lewd moans imaginable with your seven thousand viewers gassing and hyping you up.
You pant — plopped down on your boss’s Toji‘s face, and he’s laid back on the satin sheets with you facing towards your monitor with the most sheepish expression from how sloppy and filthy he was working his tongue. “Fuck…” you’d whine, and you briefly look down at Toji to see him already staring at you with low hooded emerald eyes. He lays his tongue flat before lapping you up, and you nearly whimper, gripping onto his hair for leverage. “Y-You’re so.. sloppy.. with your tongue… fuck… Toji..”
He looks already pussy drunk, within minutes and he’s spitting all over your clit — hands pressed and embedded into the crevices of your thighs as you started to sexily away and rock your hips on his tongue. And you heard him grunt lowly from that, straddling his handsome well trimmed face.
“So…mmm.. sweet,” He’d grumble, and Toji was definitely skilled. His tongue had your brain short circuiting easily. It was the way he was so deep too — his button nose occasionally brushing against your folds, sucking everything out of your puffed pussy. His lips were pink and glossy, and you shudder — feeling him bring a thumb to rake down your achy slit. He looks so sexy, staring up at you with low eyes, making sure to lick every spot to have you shivering. “Ride my face more, girl.”
“Okay…” You’d say in a whiney voice — and you glance at the chat and oh they’re trolling you, telling Toji to not let you cum and you moan, softly rocking your hips against his face. He looks so pretty underneath you — lapping his slick pink tongue up to tickle your pearl bud stuffed inside your cunt. “T—Toji…” you’d gasp, and he starts to suck hard against that particular spot, tightly gripping onto your hips. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum… your tongue is— too much.. oh my fucking..”
Toji runs another thumb down your slit as you grind against his face — and he looks up at you with a sleazy grin. “Nah. Don’t give me that. You can handle it,” and your eyes start to flicker and roam everywhere, and his chin’s all shiny because of your wet slick. Toji’s swiftly moving his head from left-to-right, and you started to feel dizzy, light headed even.
He then looks at the computer from upside down, a little smirk on his face while removing his lips from a brief second. “What do you guys say? Should I let her cum?”
You whine — furrowing your eyebrows at the suggestion while the chat started to flood again.
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[MOD] gojodaddy69: lol don’t let her. should have heard the shit she was talking about u earlier
zoroscumbucket: nope! also what’s your number for research
hornywannabedilf: No ;) she’ll be ok.
“Wha— Y-You guys are— supposed to be on my side,” you’d cry out, and that’s all Toji needed to see, lapping your cunt up again. He’s happily suffocated between your thighs, letting off a soft grunt from feeling you yank on his obsidian black strands. You feel a bundle of nerves pulse throughout your body, and you cum anyway. “Fuck…. fuck fuck…”
“Did you just,” and he pulls his lips apart, pushing you lightly on your back and you land with a soft oof. “Oh. That’s cute,” he lowly utters, clicking his tongue, leaning in to stare at your spasming clit before giving it a squeeze. “The fuck you think you are cumming without asking permission first Y/N? You forget who you fuckin’ work for?”
You moan, panting heavily — and Toji’s sending you straight daggers, and it’s so sexy. He was dressed down in a tightly fitted black top with sweatpants. His dark hair stuck in his face, long strands nearly running down his arched brows. “S-Sorry Toji.”
“It’s Sir, girl. I don’t remember telling you that you can address me by that, whore.”
Your pussy twitched from his stern words embarrassingly — watching him pull you towards him, scanning his eyes on your pretty lingerie set.
“Oh.. uh.. sorry… Sir—”
He stands up, with you on your knees on the bed before Toji looks down at you with a grimacing lazy smile. “Open your mouth and taste yourself on my tongue,” and you do, feeling him lean in to give you a deep kiss. Toji pulls your neck up softly and he grunts, while you whine — and you taste the savory sweetened mess all on his tongue, your head slightly back. You could as well make out the brief tang of rum, moaning into his mouth while reaching down to touch yourself. “Watch it girl,” he pulls away, smacking your hand away and you pout with a whimper, dragging your hands towards his sweats instead. Ding! Ding! The sounds of the constant donations continued to repeat in the background — probably all thirsting over Toji and how they wish they were in your shoes. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
You let out soft pants, staring almost doe-eyed before glancing down at his bulge. “I— need your cock, Sir,” and you feel your body get hot once his mean gaze lingered. “Pleaseee.”
“You don’t need shit,” Toji growls, and he makes you plop on the bed on your chest. You let off a moan, feeling him bring a spank to your ass while you glance up at the chat with a giddy grin and thumbs up. “Go ahead and arch that back for me. Make sure they see everything too.” and you do, seeing how much your viewers totaled within a few minutes. Probably twelve thousand now thanks to Toji — and then you sort of frowned, knowing you’d probably get banned for this sort of thing. Oh well. Yolo! You took in a sharp breath, the blue light of your screen shining against your face once you let out a tiny gasp, your mouth opening ever so slightly — and he’s sinking himself inside.
“Oh.. m—my god,” you’d mewl out shakily, and he was huge. Toji lazily slid the g-string of your lingerie set aside, and he’s got a firm grip on your arched hips. The chat’s going ballistic, and you want to thank the dozens of donations that’s flooding the screen but you can’t — Toji’s so big it has you letting off a whimper, seeing yourself cutely arched on your screen with Toji behind you with such a menacing smirk. In his low voice he lets off a ‘Mmmm,’ and you press your glossy lips together. “I don’t.. think you’re gonna fit… fuck..”
“Nah. It‘ll fit. Trust me,” Toji coos, and the fat tip of his cock makes your brain so astonishingly dizzy — stretching you out in all ways possible, as if your puffy cunt was play dough. Once he starts up a pace, it feels like a truck slams into you, and you let off a cute squeak, feeling butterflies swell up inside your tummy. “Told ya. Nothing this slutty pussy can’t handle,” and he lets off a low grunt, feeling you wriggle your hips against him while gnawing on your lip. That only makes him smack your ass, earning a moan from you, “Don’t try and tease me with your hips, brat. I’m the one fucking you. Be a good little bitch maid and keep that arch f’me.”
You furrow your eyebrows slightly, feeling the plump tip of his cock prod deep between your spongey walls once he starts — and you drag out a whimpering little, “Yes.. sirrrr..” and he dips his hips into your slick pool of heat, before a single thrust makes you start to see pure splotches of white. Toji’s got a malice closed-lip smile spreading on his glossed pink lips watching you quickly get overly stupefied because of his dick. You’ve always suspected him of a packer but his girth was just delirious. Purely maniacal.
“This what you usually do whenever I‘m not home, yeah Y/N?” He asks between deep thrusts, and the bass in his voice drops immensely, rolling his hips to the hilt in a steady yet incredibly sloppy and rough rhythm that’s making the king sized bed create a mixtape of its own from the constant creaking. “Play with yourself in front of thousands of people to see on my bed?” And you moan, feeling his engorged cock tickle deep inside your gummy insides — between your folds, mouth nearly watering from how deeply good he was fucking you. “I know I fucking pay you good, slut. This your way of calling me cheap huh?”
You sit up but he spanks you again to keep your back arched for him. “N-No.. Sir. I—It’s not like that at all…” you’d pant, and your eyes dart towards the chat and they’re loving every second, so much donations are piling up, and you let out a sweet whine from when he reaches way past your clitoral hood and into your cervix to make you whimper. “I didn‘t expect… for you to just find out…” and you gasp, feeling a spark ignite near your tummy from one of his ramming hits against your pussy. “S—So soon,” before gawking at the chat with glossy eyes.
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“Uh huh,” Toji murmurs, and his pace is quick and erupt — effortlessly making your toes curl from the steep back shots. He makes your head plop onto the soft thick satin sheets, and you moan from feeling him drill into your soaked cunt while huffing out vexed breaths. “Contemplated about firing your ass all week but now that I’m fucking you, this pussy’s too good for that,” and he can feel you twitching around him, walls spasming and you’re for sure about to cum. It‘s probably been about a few minutes, and you were already about to bottom out because of his tremendous size — his fat girth easily stretching you out as if your pussy was some sort of certified gymnast. “Dirty girl. You better give me an apology for being such a lousy maid or you’re not gonna cum.”
You shudder, parting your spit-glossed lips while your eyes roamed everywhere around the room with a little pout forming on your face. “I—I‘m sorry…Toji.”
He spanks your ass and you moan from the recoil, voice all breathy and shaky before correcting yourself with a whiney, “S..Sir…”
“Keep talking.” He grunts, and his hips has your mind in a full blown daze — you’re completely bewildered from his impactful thrusts that make you make out the sweetest noises for not only him but your crowd of a audience as well. Some were commenting that you were being dramatic, how it couldn’t feel that good but it definitely did. His cock reached spots where you had no idea could be reached. This reaction was definitely real, regardless of how dumb and lewd you looked, nothing was being exaggerated. Toji’s dick had you stupid and feral, without question.
The sorcerer killer‘s got you jittering against the bed, hearing your sweet little ah’s and r-right there’s — about to cum a thunderstorm, and you can barely arch your back so he leans in to bring a rough scarred hand to your throat, safely applying enough pressure, but enough to make your moans get louder. “S—Sorry for.. ah.. playing with myself in your room Sir,” and as you’re speaking you nearly choke out a incoherent sob, so close and the crown head of his cock is repeatedly thrashing and slapping against your sensitive pearly nub. “Really sorry.. won’t happen again… promise…” and you swallow thickly, getting wet from watching him press up against your face, making you stare at yourself and him through the monitor. “.. Hafta cum.. lemme cum, Sir.”
“You’re right. It won’t happen again,” he spats back sternly, and the sounds of irregular and violent skin slapping and little murmuring whines and whimpers reverberate around the room dramatically. Toji’s groaning, feeling himself close too, and his hands still wrap around your neck like a necklace, bring a kiss to your cheek out of spite before darting his green sinister eyes towards the chat that’s desperately craving his attention. “You guys think she deserve to cum?”
Immediately it fills up with a mix of yes and no’s, and you’re fighting back tears from the extensive amounts of pleasure — tilting your head up a bit, before Toji lets out a quick, “Cum for me.”
You’re confused at the slightest, but you were about to let go — and Toji flips you over with a whimsical grin on his face. “Kidding. Don’t fucking cum. Hold it,” and you’re on the verge of cumming — so so close, you let out a perplexed whine. “I said don’t fucking cum yet Y/N,” he mutters in a husky voice, and you feel him slip out of you, pulling you closer towards him, dragging you towards his lap. You’re almost sobbing, and Toji is of course all turned on from your mere disappointing tantrum, red angry tip twitching from you poutingly realigning yourself on his length before stroking your hair. “Aw, I know. I know. You wanna cum but you’re gonna have to be a good bitch in heat and wait,” and his voice is an almost form of a baritone, brushing against your ear, and you moan while he gives the laptop a sly smile before gripping his same hand around your throat. “Ride me, princess. Show your little fans who’s pussy this really belongs to and I’ll think about letting you cum.”
“But I—” you’d frown, lips glistening with spit, a saddened pout tugging on your lips. But you stopped talking immediately once Toji’s staring at you with that full menacing gaze that makes your heart race and your cunt twitch, fully synchronizing together to make sure you know your place. “Yes.. sir..”
“Good… girl,” he grunts, feeling you start to rotate your hips — delicately bouncing on his lap. The tip of his cock’s sending you to another planet, and it’s not long before you start babbling again. Toji slithers a hand down to your wet cunt, swabbing up some of your wet slick before he brings it to your lips. “Tired of your whiney voice. Open your slutty mouth,” and again with a soft pout you do, eyes going half lidded once Toji shoves his middle and index finger inside your mouth. You moaned in a muffled state, grinding and rocking your hips against his pelvic bone while curling your tongue with his digits stuffed down your throat. The angle he’s got on your pussy has his cock continuously hitting deep against you. “Uh huh. Put your mouth to good use, that’s it— f..fuck.”
The hits you make against his lap is so sloppy, it makes him get taken aback for a brief second before pressing his free hand on your waist. Toji’s absentmindedly playing with the flappy straps of your lingerie — and as you’re swiveling and plopping up and down on your boss‘s cock, pummeling so far and deep into you, you practically gag on his fingers that’s prodding way back against your throat and you moan feeling him pull his digits upwards. “You’re so filthy,” he grunts with a smug grin, smearing your spit all over your lips with his coated glistening digits, watching you pant from his dick that’s tapping against your g-spot. “You must like taking things down that tight little throat, don‘t you, girl?”
“Yeah..” You’d shamelessly nod, and your back starts to simultaneously arch again, grabbing his hand. “Put it back i—”
“Don’t tell me what to do whore,” Toji mutters, smacking your hand away before reaching down to rub circles on your cunt. You whined, legs ultimately shaking — and it felt so good, regardless of how infuriating it was. “Dunno if little camgirl sluts like you should cum on my cock,” he chortles, and you can’t stop whining, your legs feeling like they were about to fall off, feeling Toji’s long black strands rub against your cheek. He can’t stop the little smug smile on his face, watching you keep up a cute raunchy pace of bobbling up and down on his cock, briefly focusing your eyes at the shiny expensive ceiling fan. “Beg for it.”
“Tojiiiii p-please.. I— can‘tttt..” You’d moan, and the way he brings you closer towards him by the throat, warm minty breath fanning against your neck makes your pussy throb. “Don‘t… wanna be edged anymore.”
“Y/nnnnnn. Shut the fuck upppp,” He mocks your tone, matching the way you speak — and you pout at how exaggerated he was, you glance at the chat and everyone‘s so horny, encouraging Toji to keep edging you, it was horrid. Toji groans, feeling you move your hips in a slow rotation, reaching down to play with yourself at least but it’s as if he predicts your movements everytime, and slaps your hand away. “I don’t care what you don’t want. Don’t be a dumb bitch. Y’know how to take orders from me,” and you’re blissed out, glossy eyes almost rolling up your skull while your body jostled above him. Toji brings a hand towards your breasts, groping them with a squeeze before rubbing the pad of his thumb against your hardened nipples, staring dead at the monitor. “Beg me to cum or you’re not getting shit from me, princess.”
Your facial expressions puckered, feeling the circles and squares around your clit more intense and you were gonna cum again — and it feels so good, you feel the coil of tension deep in your gut about to snap. “Please…” you’d sniffle and your voice sounds so small — knees ever so bucking, and your soft breathing is having a race with itself. “Let me cum please…. h-have to cum.. ‘M sorry for being a… slutty maid—” and Toji stares at you with a sly smile to keep talking. He found this entire thing amusing. Then again, it’s Toji. Of course he did. “Need you to let me cum Sir.. please please.. I need it— my pussy needs it, Sir.”
“You need it?” Toji lowly mocks your voice, watching your face fall from his constant teasing.
“Want… you… to make me fucking cum… Sir.” You spoke through gritted teeth, and Toji lowly laughs, hearing the cute sheer annoyance in your voice.
Toji stops rubbing against your clit before making you press your back against him — feeling your hips swerve and grind against him happily before running a hand down your waist. “Go ahead then. You can cum, pretty girl,” and there’s tears poking in your eyes once you finally let loose, slowing your movements down to cream all on Toji‘s veiny twitching cock. A bundle of nerves within you are on fire — sending you cute little messages in your empty brain that you’re finally cumming, and your orgasm is so loud, you don’t even realize it. Your gummy walls squeeze against his cock from it and Toji lets off a groan, and feels your pretty little cervix dilate in the process. “Good girl,” and he moans once you still ride him out of spite — and Toji playfully puts you in a headlock with a raspy chuckle. “Stay still girl. Don’t fucking try me. Now it’s my turn to cum,” and you moan — feeling him bring a hand towards your head to make you stare at him. “You‘ll let me shoot a messy load inside this pussy, won’t you Princess? I wanna feel you.”
“P-Please,” You’d eagerly nod, purely slumped against his chest. Toji‘s so warm, and you can barely even keep up with your own breath. “Breed me, Toji. Need your cum.”
“Breed you,” he repeats, in the form of a mocking question, and you’re facing him now — staring at his flushed face that was merely glistening with a few sweat beads. He’s gawking at you with low hooded eyes, the sexy slanted scar near the side of his mouth pursing and indenting against his pink lips whenever he spoke. “Pft. That’s what you brats say now, huh,” and his voice is all hoarse and condescending. Your head’s buried into his neck — engulfing in his manly scent while dragging your nails down his back freely from the constant stimulation. His cock‘s tapping against your sweetened spots each and every time, making you get so dumb. So incredibly dumb, that you just keep saying his name over and over. Toji Toji Toji T—Toji… Sir.. sir.. Toji… “Heh, Okay. I‘ll breed this slutty pussy,” and his eyes dart towards the screen that had around fourteen thousand viewers now — the chat‘s continuing to flood with comments. “You guys better watch closely,” and he grunts, feeling him about to shoot. “About to leave a thick load inside your dumb little host girl.”
Toji‘s towering on top of you now — making you lie on your back, and he grunts lowly, feeling the multiple silver tungsten rings press against your thighs. “I‘m so… damn full because of you,” he’d huff out, and you feel his hips start to stutter, the hefty fat base of his cock slapping against your cunt after each thrust. You moaned, watching Toji stare at you, about to burst any minute, making sure you kept your legs sprawled out all pretty for him. “Gonna swell up this fucking tummy with my seed.” he groans, and his voice is almost shaky, staring at you with lust-driven eyes. Toji pistons his hips — his tip smacking against your cervix purposely to see you make such cute facial expressions.
“F—Fuck.. Toji, wanna feel you—”
“Shut up and you will,” He snarls, and you let off a whine, feeling him push your knees to your chest. Toji plowed into you from a deep and thorough angle that makes your mouth start to open, and the sounds echo around the dim empty room featuring the sounds of a constant pat pat pat. Your pussy‘s squelching — before he growls out an angry, “Fuck,” and you feel him start to shoot a warm load deep inside, stuffing you full. Toji leans in, and his pearly white canines sink gently into the side of your neck — suppressing his low slutty moans. Your body twitches, and Toji’s thick velvety load was so much, he was still spurting inside. His breath is shaky and heavy, coating your skin with gentle fang marks before he reaches down on your tummy. “F-Fuck.. little girl.”
You let out a soft moan, and he’s still pouring into you — painting your spongey insides white tremendously, making you dizzy with your legs wrapped around his slim waist. Toji’s even speechless for a moment, and he starts to bombard your trembling body with kisses, before licking a stripe up your neck. “Toji… so full..”
He groans, sitting up before dragging you towards the monitor — pulling out beforehand and making you arch in front of the camera for everyone to see his thick gooey cum oozing out of your pulsating slit.
“Look … at … that,” he‘d purr, bringing a spank to your ass — sliding a thumb down your nub for everyone to get a good view and you moan, watching Toji‘s eyes skimmer though the rapid chat messages that kept piling up every millisecond. You probably got so much money from the donations, and it was almost twenty thousand people watching your little stream, and you knew it was all thanks to Toji. You‘d never even imagine this many people coming to watch even though — it was like as soon as Toji came in, that was what ignited everything. “Filled her up nice and good,” he hums, giving you another spank before rolling his eyes at the comments. “Nothing you loser bitches can do.”
touyaslongburnedshlong: Y/n’s so sexc. Where do I sign up
princess_kit137: TOJIIII ur so hot. someone call animal control because my 🐱 keeps howling :(((
[MOD] gojodaddy69: yeah man uh be ready to pay child support LOLLL broke ass 🤡
sukunahasafatdickbutitstinks: *gifts 500 click coins*
[MOD] chosoluvskarma: gojo …don’t make me put you in time out again.
You sit up — but Toji stands behind you, making you arch your back on the desk, putting his hands on your waist as you’re bent over, almost nearly shoved into your lap top.
“Alright. They had their fun, now turn that shit off.”
You looked at him, furrowing a brow with doe eyes before he’s glaring at you, and who were you to not listen to your intimidating boss. You get the hint, turning towards your beloved audience with a timid grin. “Heh.. um… sorry guys.. I have… ah have to g—” and you start moaning feeling Toji drill back inside of you, stuffing the dripping cum back inside your tight cunt — and you let off a whine, grabbing onto the desk before scrolling your mouse around frantically. “Thank you guys for y—your support and stopping by…” and Toji’s spanking you to hurry up and you bite on your lip. “Okay.. I h—have to go… love you guys.. I‘ll stream… later this week I think… bye...”
Clicking the bright pink colorful button that read ‘END Y/NLOVAAA’S STREAM?’ it successfully ended, and you closed your laptop shut with shaky hands, moaning from Toji‘s hard thrusts while your pussy clamps and clenches down every single time. You’re being rammed against the desk — feeling already so stuffed full, and Toji grabs a nice chunk of your ass before spanking it again, getting hard everytime from watching it jiggle with recoil right before his dark green eyes.
“Good girl,” he lets off in a low voice, pushing you further into the desk. You whined, and he makes you put your hands behind your back, holding them with one hand while his cock continues to puncture inside your tight walls that’s spasming and convulsing because of him. “But I‘m not done filling up this slutty pussy though,” he breathes through a clenched jaw, raising his head up a bit slightly before spanking you again. “My slutty pussy.”
𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃! | toji fushiguro.
SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun tormenting the new cute flight attendant in first class.
CONTENT: fem! flight attendant reader, dilf!toji, pwp, reader‘s 20+, degrading, praise, squirting, brief cockwarming, cunnilingus — (toji eats it from the back) creampie, corruption kink, dumbification, fingering, edging, spanking, size kink, biting, (petnames: sweetheart, pretty/little girl, baby.) wk — 5.9k! GYATTT.
NOTE: hey 💔 pls this was a thirst at first i swear… but my puthy… took the wheel 😞 looool enjooooy .
SONG INSPO.
Toji laid near the window of the lavish first class section of the front cabin of the airplane. It was a few others around him, but very few. He had about a good three hours left until he arrived at his destination to do more shady gambling business. To put it frank, he was bored. Toji had his head pressed up against the glass, staring blankly at the sky. But that‘s when his attention drifted. He spotted you, trying your best to have great customer service — sashaying down the aisles and creating conversations with people. Though, he stared a lot at the skirt you wore, and how you’d occasionally tug down on it, hoping no one would see, but Toji definitely did. He figured you were new mainly since he always takes this airline, and hasn‘t ever seen you before. Besides, most of the other flight attendees were a bit older than you or had far much more experience.
“Hi, Sir. Can I help you with something,” you softly spoke, immediately coming to his aid once he rang your attendant call button. “Mr. uh… Fushiguro?”
He looks up at you, and he‘s manspread in his cushioned velvet chair — dripped in a jet-black expensive tuxedo and black slacks, strands of hair nearly covering his stoically grim expression. “Yeah,” he gruffly replies, and he stretches for a bit, his eyes dart towards your rack, making contact with your pretty bedazzled name tag that you probably decorated yourself. Cute. “Y/N,” he rolls off his tongue, tilting his head before staring at the baggage cabinet. “Could you.. be a doll and get my luggage for me? Heh. Silly me. My legs, unfortunately, fell asleep.”
“Oh, sure thing.” You‘d smile, and he watches you stroll directly in front of him, opening the cabinet that was directly above him. Just as you were about to grab one of his light weighted bags, the plane made a huge shake of turbulence— causing you to embarrassingly lose your balance and fall.
Toji catches you with quick reflexes, you‘re awkwardly on his lap, and he‘s giving you a near smirk. “Uh oh. Careful now,” he huskily murmurs, and that’s when you feel his touch—his hands that were on your waist since he caught you. Toji props you up, fixing your skirt for you but you can feel his eyes lingering on your body intimidatingly. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty little face.” And you gulp, almost swearing that you felt something poke out underneath your attendant blazer while propped on his lap. Something…. questionably hard.
That‘s the words that kept repeating in your head while you’re standing in front of Toji‘s seat, hands gripping down onto the head of the cushioned seat while his tongue’s in between your thighs. This was so risky — how did it even escalate like this? You were just conversing with him about his personal life out of curiosity, and now Toji’s dug deep in between your legs, lapping up your cunt like a filthy starved man. “Toji…” You’d whimper, gripping the seat. It was an older guy completely knocked out who sat directly in front of you, snoring loudly with headphones in, and you were praying he couldn’t hear you. Much less along with the other few passengers scattered throughout the first class section — no one was really woke, regarding it was three am. But still, anyone could just… see…. Toji Fushiguro … eating you out.
You shivered, feeling the coldness of his rings all over his fingers graze against your ass, giving you a proper spank to remind you to keep your back prettily arched for him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckles, warm breath fanning against your swollen clit. Your eyes nearly rollllll back, feeling him lap up your sweet essence for all that it‘s worth. “I’ve always been a—mpmh.. messy eater.”
“Fuck—” You’d sob out, and he very much was. Toji didn’t even have the decency to remove your skirt for you. He just rolled it up to your waist. His tongue’s slurping you absolutely dry, vacuuming your cunt and it’s not long before you’ve got his well-trimmed chin glistening with your honeyed slick. “I-I‘m gonna cum again i—if you keep eating me out like that.. Mr. Fushiguro..”
Toji brings another spank to the fat plump part of your ass, and you feel him drag a thumb toward your clit for more stimulation. “Nah. Toji, girl. Say it with me. Toji.”
“T—Toji.” You’d whimper out, heels digging into the carpeted ground.
“Louder.” He slowly circles his tongue deep into your folds.
“Someone‘s gonna hear if I—”
Toji’s wet glossed lips press and poke between your folds, and he grunts, continuing to sway his thumb back and forth against you at a more rapid speed. “Yeah? Aw, that‘s too bad. I can always stop eating you out then,” he departs his lips, giving your rump a hungry gaze. “Could take my ass right back to sleep with no problem, little girl.”
“Toji! Toji T—Toji!” You’d immediately wail out, definitely not wanting that. He grins against your cunt, diving back in with a sinister grin.
“Everything alright back there?” You hear near the very front — and it‘s the pilot, he sounds worried and you bit your lip, feeling dumb that you literally yelled aloud for everyone to hear. “...Y/N? Who’s Toji?”
You panted, loving the way his tongue dragged and rolled against your sensitive nub. You swallowed thickly, voice completely shaky. “Oh.. I‘m sorry…. I— I must have,” and you’re dumbfounded. You don’t know what to say, mind going blank from Toji’s tongue continuing to lap and lick your folds — going all different directions, from north, west, east, and fucking south. “I.. I must have mistaken someone…”
“Uh huh... okay,” the pilot replies in a tired voice. Yeah, he sounds like he most definitely doesn’t believe you, but goes along anyway. “Do a favor and do a sweep and check near the main aisles, alright?”
“Yes ….. sir. Right away,” You cutely complied, and Toji’s enjoying his meal happily, his tongue slowly sliding from up to down on your pussy and you whimper. You turn your head to look down at him while giving his messy black hair an adorable yank. He looks up at you with a red-handed simper. “Toji, you‘re gonna get me i—in trouble.”
Toji moans lowly on your cunt, giving your swollen lower lips sweet kisses before giving the fat of your thighs bite marks. His dark green eyes meet you again before he shrugs, “And,” he hums, making your legs spread a bit more to manipulate your poor sensitive nub with his tongue. “Won‘t be the end of the world, pretty girl,” and he chuckles, watching you turn back towards in front of you — sinking your teeth onto your knuckles. “Yes sir. Right away,” he mocks your sweet tone. “Such a lousy flight attendant. You lied straight to the pilot as you’re getting your pussy eaten by a passenger,” and he’s continuously dipping his tongue in and out of your sheeny cunt. “Such a shame. Don’t know how to take simple orders. Someone needs more training.”
You whine at his words, the sounds he made were so dirty — your pussy continued to pop from his mouth, and his nose kept tickling against your cunt. He definitely knew what he was doing. Your mouth slightly opens from his devilish tongue that‘s drinking your sweet savory juices like water. His jaw locks and tightens, and it‘s probably been about a good fifteen minutes. Toji could eat a girl out for hours. The epitome of a pussy pleaser.
“Toji,” you gasped, lashes fluttering with each blink. He playfully sucks on your sweet labia, fondling the clitoral hood in the process, and your left leg starts to bounce. “Toji… I—I don‘t know if you fucking heard me b—but I’m about to cum..”
“Oh, I heard you, sweetheart,” he mutters in a gravelly voice, skimming and slowly flicking his greedy tongue. You nearly cry out once he locates your sweet g-spot again, so sloppy with his meal. Toji slowly looks at you with a warm grin on his shimmering chin wet from being between your thighs. “All you gotta do is ask me. Then you can cum your cute little head off.”
You whine, tears swelling up in your eyes. His tongue felt so good — laid perfectly wide and flat against your pussy, lapping it up to its supremity.
“Please… lemme cum, Toji.” You panted in a quavering tone. It was the way that his tongue acted so diabolical, repeating its routine of directing itself toward your sex. It kept making your eyes go back with your mouth slightly going agape. This was probably the riskiest thing you‘ve ever done — you’ve never done anything this remotely raunchy in public, much less on the job. It made your pussy flutter though, Toji continuing to remind you that there are people watching, and anyone can just come in and see you getting so stupid on his tongue.
“Pretty please,” He adds, and you pout feeling him remove his lips — planting soft kisses near your inner thighs, running his tongue on the bite marks he created. “Say it.”
You’re almost sobbing, swallowing the invisible lump residing in your throat before furrowing your eyebrows, eyes darting towards the head of the plane. “P-Pretty please Toji… can‘t hold it..please.”
“Go ahead.” He roughly mumbles, and your body twitches from his response, sending you into a dazed crescendo. When you orgasm, a cute whiney squeak comes out, and you’re trying so hard not to scream out while you‘re cumming on Toji‘s tongue. Your lip trembles, fist clenched, and banging against the seat. Thank god the old man in front of you was dead asleep, that would have been pretty embarrassing.
He slurps you clean, finally departing with a pussy drunken smile while you’re breathing with shattering breaths. You turn around, watching Toji sit down with spread legs, sliding his tongue across his lips in such a dirty way — tongue dragging across his sexy slanted scar. “Good girl. C’mere.” He says, and you watch him slide his rough calloused fingers between his exorbitant gleaming belt. Toji unbuckled his pants, and you stroll to him with shaky legs. He’s got a thick bulge through his black-designed boxers imprinted in them, and you so desperately wanted to ride him.
He springs his thick, well-trimmed cock out that was exquisitely leaking out pre-cum. It was pretty. You plopped on his lap, but he twisted you a bit, making your back face him. “I’m gonna have fun breaking you, little miss flight attendant,” he whispers next to your ear, and your mouth opens again marginally from the way you started to slowly sink down onto his size. He was so big, Toji grunts next to your ear, making sure your protocol skirt remained rolled up towards your waist. He licks a stripe up your neck, feeling your nails penetrate into his pants leg. “That’s it. Mmm. Press your back towards me. Relax.”
“You’re really…. big…” You breathed out, walls starting to ease up and flutter around his girth. Your cute pussy was trying to adjust, and he slithers a hand towards your cunt before going through your cute attendant blazer to feel on your tummy. “Mr. Fus— Toji… you’re not gonna fit.”
“Yeah…?” Toji hums, and he’s got a hand gently wrapping around your throat — his voice is so raspy and condescending, in a teasing way. Your pussy’s nothing like your words though, it’s sliding right in regardless of the stretch, and you’re embarrassingly biting back your words. “I dunno. This pussy’s saying something different, baby. You’re just being dramatic,” and he huffs directly next to your ear, sliding his hands all around your body. “You‘re a big girl—” and he grunts, you laying your head against his neck with a whimper, sinking deeper before he smiles. “I‘m sure you can take me. Nothing a pretty little flight attendant like you can‘t handle. There ya go. Mmm shit.”
You let out a long drawn-out whimper, knees slightly bucking from his thick cock — head reaching deep into your heated core. “Stretchy ass pussy,” he pants huskily, and you suppress a loud moan that was about to escape your lips once he’s finally all the way in. Toji’s got a sinister smile on his face, licking his lips with his tongue. “See. This pretty cunt knows how to take what its given,” and he writhes — watching you squirm and shift around his size in attempts to get comfortable. To say you‘ve taken anyone remotely as big or bigger than Toji is — a heavy understatement. You’d be lying straight through your teeth. “Start riding me, girl.”
“O—Okay, Toji.” You stammered, sitting all pretty in his lap. You started to move your hips in an orderly fashion and he wraps his strong bulky arms around your waist. Your hands gripped tightly onto his clenched thighs, and your breaths were exponentially heavy, walls contracting around his tight length. “Shit… shit… shit.”
“Filthy fucking mouth. Someone oughta teach you how to speak proper,” Toji tuts with a low growl, spongey walls mending and spasming — with his degrading words going straight to your cunt, it sends your frail body in a frenzy. “Pretty cock hungry whore with a little potty mouth. Exactly what you are, huh?”
You whine from the way you‘re bouncing now, his degrading words transmitting your empty brain into a complete and utter crazed state. “S—Sorry Toji,” you’d pant, feeling the crown of his cock poke repeatedly inside your cunt — making you let out cute whimpers and whines. He hit everywhere, deep and rough, letting you fuck yourself on his cock. Your cute noises were shaky as you bounced on his lap, having a race with your own breath. Toji‘s never had sex on an airplane before, but if it meant you’d always work at this particular airline, then he’d probably come more often than he usually does. “Can’t help it when your cock is just… stretching m—my pussy out.”
“Heh, It’s okay,” he grins, racing his hands towards your little flight attendant blazer. His hands slide through your shirt, and he gropes your breasts, giving them a good squeeze, and that makes you moan softly, feeling his fingers circle around your perky nipples. Your heartbeat pounded fast, and it was quite dim in the wing of first class. Since it was early at three am — in the airplane, the only lights being produced were the ones near the windows, bright orange and red. The sounds, pure white noise including the sound of the rumbling grumbling engine, along with the extreme sounds of the skin slapping you made, featuring your honeyed voice moaning and babbling on Toji’s dick. “Aw, you poor baby,” and he‘s whispering over your whines, a hand caressing your neck. “Been standing on your feet all day. This probably just what you needed huh?”
You let out a long sigh, pout squeezing onto your pretty glossed lips with a pathetic, “Y-Yeah… yeah...” you’d softly whimper out, his cock disappearing deeply inside your cunt over and over. It was like a magic trick of the sort, super sloppy and erratic. It was almost as if Toji‘s dick had something to do with Houdini — vanishing right inside your sopping wet pussy. “Feels really good… Toji.”
“Good,” he groans, dragging his rough hands toward your hips again. Your movements were so sweet, thrashing and smacking back against his pelvic bone. “Mmm fuck,” he’d huff from a thrust, and you were sure his cock exclusively prodded against your cervix for a brief moment. You felt it too, because you whined loudly, and Toji brings a big hand to your mouth. “Shit. Right there? That spot, sweetheart?” You’d cutely reply with a slow head nod, whimpering muffled cries into the palm of his hand and Toji smiles, bringing your back closer to his chest.
“So cute,” he growls, and you suck in a sharp breath. You’re quivering, and it’s not long before your tongue lolls out from his deep thrusts, penetrating way inside beneath your gummy walls. His manly fragrance is so strong, it makes you practically dizzy as you’re whining. The coil within you creates tension, and pressures being built up and you’re ultimately throbbing because of his doing. He removes his hand with a simper, “See. And you said you couldn’t take me. You’re doin’ just fine, pretty girl.”
“Y/N?”
You freeze up looking in front of you to see one of your good flight attendant friends, Kyle. He was rolling the cart that was filled with drinks and refreshments for the passengers aboard — and Toji felt you dig into his calf. “T—Toji… W-What do I do? He’s gonna see me!” You panicked, muscles tightening and your bouncing became vaguely sloppy.
Toji chuckles lowly beneath your ear, and you’re not finding anything relatively funny. He coos, feeling you stop bouncing while he tries to make your blazer at least somewhat decent. “Ah, calm down Y/N. Just… sit on my lap. It’s pretty dark, he won’t know,” and he feels you writhe around slightly with his cock still deep inside you. The fellow flight attendant made his way closer until he reached the aisle — staring at the… peculiar scene that was happening. “Unless you make it obvious, little girl.” He mutters the last bit in your ear, reaching a hand down to your pussy that’s hiding underneath your skirt, causing you to whine.
The scene was…. definitely odd at the least. You, one of his co-workers propped on a passenger's lap in the middle of the night, hair slightly messy and you looked like you’d just run a marathon. “Oh… h-hey Kyle. What’s… up?” He’s gripping the cart with a furrowed eyebrow. Toji starts to teasingly bounce his leg, and you almost let out a moan, smacking against his leg but he ignores your cute little remark.
“Who’s.. he?” He suddenly says, with pursed lips.
Toji‘s giving the other flight attendant a fake smile, waiting for some reply you‘d come up with. But he figured you‘d say something boring. You inhaled, glancing around the terminal with near half lidded eyes. “Oh… um.. well… he’s no o—”
“Yo. I’m her boyfriend,” Toji abruptly says with smug arrogance, playfully bringing you up close to his chest. Boyfriend? Your heart raced, wondering what this guy’s deal was. To be fair though, you weren’t exactly complaining. How could you when your mind was so completely empty? Toji laughs mentally, watching the guy’s face fall — bringing a peck to your forehead. “Was just coddling a little with her before she gets back to work,” and he slithers a hand up your thigh, panting from his fingers trailing near the crevices of your legs. “Ain‘t that right... baby?”
You felt so stuffed full, praying that your co-worker didn’t see, it was really dim so high chance he didn’t but still. “Um… yeah…” You went along with it, trying to sound at least somewhat believable. Toji‘s cock stood still, and it took everything in you for your eyes to not roll back. “I‘m about to… get up.. actually.”
“…….Okay,” he awkwardly responds through gritted teeth, clearing his throat and smiling. “Uh.. what was I gonna say,” he mutters, jogging his memory. “Right. Well, don’t forget to sweep the aisles, and take any more last-minute orders. Help... uh.. supervise,” and he pauses, watching Toji whisper something in your ear. You nervously smiled back at your co-worker in response. “……I don’t know if the pilot told you, but yeah. Estimated time for arrival is around five in the morning.”
“T—Thank you, Kyle,” You’d give him a fake grin, and he walks away into the main passenger section, away from the expensive lavish part of the plane.
Once it was clear, you moaned — Toji making you lie down on the stretchable bed directly next to the seated chairs. You panted, radiating heat immediately rising to your cheeks. That was so risky. So awkward. It made your heart race, synchronizing with your pussy entirely. “M-My… boyfriend? Since when are you, my boyfriend?”
“Yeah.. sorry about that sweetheart,” Toji gruffs in a low voice, and you stare at him, unzipping your skirt before tearing it off of you. He’s got a near-hungry gaze — obsidian strands of hair nearly blocking his view of vision. “It was quite amusing to see his face when I said that though. He looked so devastated heh,” and you slip out a whimper, feeling him insert his cock back inside of you. “The poor bastard. Shame he can’t get inside this sweet pussy. Only I can.”
Your breathing hitches as your cunt swallows him whole. Toji rubs a hand on your tummy, presenting your core with deep slow strokes. “T-Toji… I work with him… now things are g-gonna be awkward…”
“Good,” he hums with a playful grin. Toji pivoted his hips with such force. Your breathing is erratic and you’re clinging onto his strong tuxedo sleeves. Toji’s staring at you — watching your back cutely arch before he brings your knees to your chest. You look so pretty, he‘s ruthlessly jerking his hips against your slippery core. “Bet he’s biting his damn fists thinking about fucking this,” and he pauses and lets out a grunt, watching your cunt take him in with all its might. “Loose little cunt. It‘s just gripping…. around me so… good,” and his eyes nearly roll back, voice changing pitches sexily. “Fucking shit.”
You whimpered, walls fluttering — and you’re holding onto your last breath. His cock repeated to bully inside of your folds, tapping against your g-spot to make you cry out cute and stuttering whimpers. “T-Toji…” and you look adorable, eyebrows furrowed from his deep penetrative thrusts going in and out of your cunt — slapping and thwacking against your heated sex. At this point, you didn’t really care who heard you. You kept repeating his name over and over and over again as if it was some enchanting mantra. “Toji… Toji… r—right there Toji… please…”
“My god, woman.” he hissed — feeling him lean in super close to your face. You were completely fucked dumb to comprehend let alone think properly, but Toji leans in and kisses you. Deeply. He used a hand to slither beneath your hot-tempered body, making your legs open for him and it instinctively wraps around his slim slutty waist. You opened your mouth slightly, kissing him back, transferring your exotic whines and noises into his mouth. Toji tasted so sweet like candy, not only could you taste the lingering savory tang of rich champagne on his tongue, but you tasted yourself as well, from when he was eating you out earlier.
The both of you were close, and you whimper, watching him depart to bury his head into your neck — taking in your candied scent. “Fuck,” he stammered, licking another stripe up your neck. “So close,” and then he swallows, dragging a rough hand towards your tummy, sitting up to stare at you with lust-hungry eyes. “Tell me…” he breathes, gnawing on his lip. “Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?”
“In me.” You immediately responded, and your pussy’s getting absolutely demolished by his cock. You wanted to be filled, just the thought of it was enough to make your mouth swell up with water — salivating. It was so lewd. You craved it.
“Be more specific, little girl.” Toji bluntly says, planting kisses down your collarbone. He grips your chin, making you stare at him, and you arch your back, eyes nearly reaching near your skull again — seeing pure and utter blackness before he sneaks another kiss on your lips. “Where inside? I‘m gonna need to hear you explain in detail.”
“In…. In my pussy,” you whined and saying it aloud made heat rise to both sides of your face. Toji stares at you, sexily raising an eyebrow as if he’s telling you to keep talking. You huffed, voice trembling from his voice shaking you roughly underneath him of the comfy cushioned sofa. “I… I want you to fill your cum inside my cunt T—Toji,”and your lip quivers, sliding your right leg down his back seductively. “Don‘t spill any… wanna feel stuffed with your seed.”
Toji looks away as if he’s actually thinking about it, and you pout — not fond of his teasing.
“Good. That‘s how you should speak. Nice and proper,” and as he rubs a thumb against your lip, Toji feels the anklet you wore above your foot rub against his chiseled toned back. “Better be a good girl and shut the fuck up then. Don’t want your pilot to hear how much of a slut you‘re being for me, huh?”
“I— I don’t care if he hears.” You’d whimper.
“Really now,” Toji lowly rasps, and his tone is amused more than anything. You softly shake your head as a response, and a little smile spreads on his face. “Ah, that‘s cute. Moments ago you were so scared to make noise,” and Toji pushes your leg up, having you sling it over his shoulder. You gasp, feeling his hips jolt and ram against you before he pants — having a hand squeeze onto the fat of your thigh. Toji’s muscles tense, and he draws in a hot breath, seeing your perfect body beneath him just jump and twitch from each dramatic thrust he‘s making. “Whatever then. Take it then, baby. F—Fucking take it.”
You let out a silent squeal, feeling Toji‘s hips slow before he’s jerking, spilling a thick load right into your cunt — painting your spongey insides white. Toji dissolved into pleasure, sinking his teeth into your neck gently, and he moans quite loud himself. His voice is low and gravelly, strained against your skin and it makes your pussy twitch once he’s trying to catch his breath. He‘s roughly panting, and for a moment you think you hear his voice crack briefly.
“Shit,” he heaves through shattered teeth, sitting up. You panted yourself, watching him grunt before swiping his cock head against your folds — watching the gooey cum spill out in spurts, coating your pussy with its will. Toji then pulls up his pants, buckling them before narrowing his eyes towards you. “Lie back for me, Y/N.”
“O—Okay…” You panted, watching Toji sit back. He brings you close to him, and you’re confused before he brings two fingers towards your stuffed cunt.
He brings his perfect crooked and sinister lips to your neck, softly pecking a kiss, before he mutters to you in a low voice. “I gotta ask. A man ever make you squirt before?”
Your eyes were half lidded, feeling him spread your legs open for him — grazing a hand down your chest. “Uh… no… I don‘t think so.”
“No?” Toji grins, pulling your head back towards him. You shook your head, and you whimper, feeling him shove his remains of cum out your stuffy cunt. It was poured deep inside, as it should be and that made his erect hard cock twitch inside his pants. “You‘ll let me change that, huh? You deserve that much for being such a good girl.”
“Please,” You‘d moan out, white noise filling your ears. You stared in front of you, not realizing how much time passed — the sunset was just about to come up now. “Make me s-squirt.. Toji.”
He hums at your honeyed response, and he’s got the bowling ball grip, middle, and ring finger both perfectly coordinated and shoved inside your twitching pussy. He grabs a black towel from near the cabinet beneath him and puts it under you just in case. “Kay. Relax for me,” he coos, and you start to pant — feeling his two slender digits squirm inside your cunt. His fingers are being coated with his cum along with your sweet juices as well. He’s slowly stimulating your clit, and your lip trembles, sliding a hand down to feel his grip in your soaked folds. “Your g-spot‘s so cute.” He mutters against your neck, fingertips prodding against it, and it feels like a little ridge, spasming from his fingers entirely.
“Fuck… T—Toji..” You‘d cry out, his fingers so thick, stretching your pussy even more than it already was earlier. Your cunt was so submissive to him, swallowing his fingers with ease, building pressure and your leg started to shake. You’re so wet, he finds it adorable, swiping the tip of his two digits against your gummy walls that‘s fluttering and clenching around him. He’s stroking inside — making your mind dizzy, and you‘re trying not to be so loud.
Toji smiles behind your head, curling his fingers around your cunt and you cry out. “Sweetheart. Can you be any louder, damn,” he chuckles, slapping a hand softly over your mouth. You muffled incoherent babbles into his palm now, probably slobbering all over it, but he doesn‘t mind. Toji’s fingers reach your g-spot again, and he gradually tickles against it, watching your body twitch and jolt — head laid back against him, engulfing in his designer cologne scent. “Good girl. Like that, bare around my fingers. Mhm,” and your eyes are wandering in all kinds of directions. His fingers are penetrating deep into your slick core, prodding against your g-spot in a circular motion. Even with muffled moans, you‘re still quite loud and he finds it so cute. “Doing so good for me, pretty girl.”
Your cunt pulsates at his praises, and your eyes nearly roll back once you feel a peculiar sensation of heat building up. “Mmph—! Mmph…” You‘d gasp, his rough hand still covering your mouth.
Toji massages your sweet spot, knowing exactly where to go with his fingers. Inside and out. Inside and out, in a rapid motion — making you incapable to think, and he brings his lips to your ear, talking over your moans. “I know, I know,” and his voice is low, you could still hear the sheer smug in his tone though. You spot him grinning from the corner of your peripherals, sly smile and the slanted scar on his lips poking, briefly showing his subtle dimples. “You feel it don‘t you? It‘s quite normal, don‘t worry.”
You slowly give him a nod, reaching a hand to feel his arm and he smiles — and Toji hears your pussy letting out wet squelching sounds. It felt so good, repeatedly hitting the back of your head against him. He thinks you’re so cute, about to gush out all on his fingers. “Let go for me Y/N. Squirt on my fingers, yeah?”
Your walls burst at his command, and you do willingly but hesitatingly. You feel yourself exploding — combusting, pussy getting tense and you‘re squirting on Toji’s fingers. He watches your body jostle roughly, eyes rolling back and you let out a loooong drawn-out orgasm, and he’s got his hand covering your mouth still, shushing you while chuckling against your ear. The feeling was something you’d definitely never felt before, and he removed his grip from your mouth. “O—Oh my god, Toji.” You’d breathe out, fat tears remaining on your long lashes. Your tiny voice trembled on every word. He slides his fingers out, with a cute pop and you whimper, puffy breaths completely heavy. “Fuck…. fuck…. fuck…”
Toji squeezes your pussy with his whole wrist, feeling your soaked cunt beneath him and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. “Good fucking girl.”
And right then, the P.A. system beeps, and it’s the pilot speaking. You pant, eyes completely half lidded. “Alright folks. Cleared for the ILS, runway three four at 5:27 A.M.,” and you moan against Toji‘s chest, not wanting to get up. You had to though. Because you did… sort of work here. “We‘re finally cleared to land. Beautiful skies today! All flight attendants, prepare to help passengers disembark and help unload their luggage. Over.”
“Are you… gonna get up or are you gonna stay here with me, sweetheart?” Toji raises a brow, watching your stiff body just pant above him. He cleans you up with the large towel — helping you slip your panties and skirt back on.
“Stay...” You’d mumble in a cock-drunken pant, mind completely in a daze.
Toji rolls his eyes with a sleazy smile and helps you stand up, you‘re intaking a sharp breath. You realize how tall he is now, and with the beaming sunlight shining on his face, he looks so handsome, pretty even. He‘s staring down at you with stoic green eyes. And then it dawned on you. You fucked Toji Fushiguro. The Toji Fushiguro. You’ve seen him on the news, and heard stories about him. “The Sorcerer Killer.” He was this dangerous ruthless assassin. And yet... you just had him deep in your guts, had him let you squirt, and ate your pussy out like it was the best meal he‘s ever gotten his hands on.
No regrets though. The whore in you screamed that you‘d definitely do it again.
“Oh yeah,” he cuts off your lewd thoughts, strolling towards the sink near the pilot’s cabin. You lazily follow him, holding your work heels in your hand. “Forgot. You never did actually get to help me with my luggage. That‘s alright. I think I got it.”
You stared at Toji — watching him wash his hands thoroughly, and he catches you gawking at him through the mirror briefly. He dries his hands off, and you fix your blazer with a needy sigh. “Thank you for um… choosing our airlines, Mr. Fushiguro.”
“Toji, girl.” He tells you, swiping a delicate thumb against your lips.
“Right… Toji,” You‘d softly reply, staring into his emerald viridescent eyes. He liked the way you said his name, he found it cute. Somewhat endearing. The eye contact remains before you clear your throat, giving him room to leave the claustrophobic filled bathroom. “I hope your uh… trip goes well. Wherever you‘re going.”
Toji sulks, rolling his eyes. “Gimme your phone.”
“My phone?” You stammered, and he just blankly stares at you, as if his eyes asserted dominance, saying: you heard me. “Okay…”
Toji grabs your phone, and he scrolls his stubby fingers through — and reaches the contact app. He pulls out his too and you stood still, wiping any remaining running mascara down your face, hearing him type quickly, tapping his foot against the carpet floor. He‘s got a stoic expression, the blue light reflecting on his face.
“There,” he says, with a sly smile. You grab your phone, looking down then at him. He gave you his phone number, and texted himself. “I could tell you‘re probably gonna want more of me,” and his voice is low — face flushing with radiating heat once his eyes lingers towards your chest then back up at your face. “Just give me a text when you‘re horny. Whenever I come back on this airline again, I’ll be in the same place. You know.”
“Okay.” you glanced up at him, locking your phone. Toji brings a peck to your forehead, slipping you a hundred dollar bill, and he stuffs it in your bra before you watched him start to walk away. You gasp, and mumble a, “Thank… you…?”
“Work on your customer service for me. I‘ll be seeing you, Y/N.” And he unloads his things, boarding off the jet. You stood on shaky legs, before opening your phone to see Toji‘s contact again just out of curiosity.
Your eyes widened, seeing a full-blown image of Toji's veiny cock with a brief text underneath the attachment that read: “Sleep well, little girl. Tell that Kyle guy I said hey.”
I’ll be a bridesmaid in my aunts wedding, and I’m very excited for it. I’m also like a half-Maid of Honour because I’m helping with the planning and such lol, so I’m making this :3
Satoru is SO excited. He can and he WILL threaten people to watch you in the wedding. He has no qualms spending hundreds of thousands of yen to made you look absolutely beautiful.
You can be a guy who wants to wear a dress, or a girl who wants to wear a tux, or all of the above. Satoru will NOT care.
Satoru Gojo can and WILL make whatever dreams you have come true, he doesn’t give a shit if it’s not your wedding, he’ll make sure you stand out in the BEST way possible.
Suguru on the other hand, spends 99% of his time up until whatever wedding you’re apart of holding Satoru back.
“If the couple doesn’t want to invite us, they’re not going to invite us. You are not threatening anybody.”
“But-“ 🥺
“No ‘but’s, Satoru”
“☹️”
Suguru does happen to love watching you try out dresses or tuxes, he won’t say anything unless you don’t feel confident. But in his head, he thinks you’re the most majestic thing to ever live.
The both of them may just sneak out of the reception an hour early just to take you somewhere quiet and silent to take their turns dancing with you beneath the moonlight.
They’re both a bit unique, sure, but they’re lovely to be with.
You may or may not see them holding hands out of the corner of your eye as you walk down the aisle and give an encouraging grin to the groom.