30 Minutes Before The Race:

30 Minutes Before the Race:

Rated T for sexual talk, threats of violence.

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“How about this, Sukuna. If I win I get to have one night with your girl?”

“HUH? What the fuck did you just say-“

“Sure.” Bunny’s mischievous grin caught her boyfriend by surprise. Before he could demand an answer for why she would agree to the bet, she cupped his chin and patted his cheek. “Are you or are you not Ryomen Sukuna?”

He nodded dumbly. Bunny leaned in to nibble on his ear and peck his skin. Her boyfriend was quick to move his hand south to paw at her ass in those jean shorts she loved so much that left out the underside of her asscheeks. Bunny licked the shell of his ear and felt him lean on his car for support.

“All you gotta do is win.” Plush lips stole his breath for a deep kiss. Bunny knew they were disgusting, spectators shouting obscenities and whistling at them. The hand resting over his shoulder gave the crowd the universal 'fuck off' sign. She pulled back and smiled at her work. Lipstick smushed onto his skin. “And I’ll see you at the winner’s circle.”

Sukuna stared at her for a beat, then gave her his signature feral smile. “All I gotta do is win? You’re in so much trouble when I get there, Bunny.”

“Not if I get there first. Right, Bunbun?” Gojo called out, interrupting the couple. Sukuna looked away from his girl, irritation as obvious as the tattoos on his face.

“After I win, I’ll kill you for suggesting this bet. Then I’ll fuck my girl over your corpse.”

“Sure, sure. Remind me who won last time, again?”

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GUILTY BITCH EXACTLY!!!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Gojo in my Eyes on Me fic kinda reminds me of joe for YOU. Welp,

Came up with this idea for a story and bing bang boom next thing i know sukuna’s in prison…..

I guess im only capable of fluff or pain.

Eyes on Me

My first official x reader fic! This is going to be a two or three-part story. This part feels pretty tame to the one coming after it. enough talk

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Black! fem! reader

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, masturbation, fantasy, edging (kinda)

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There was something about you that drew him in. You weren’t the first sorceror from abroad, nor were your skills at slaying curses anything to be in awe over. The attitude you exuded, walking down the halls of his alma mater, reminded him of himself. Confident, just on the verge of cocky, paired with a quick mouth that’s shut him up a few times already. You aren’t the first to make him speechless. By all accounts, you were nothing special. He shouldn’t think of you as more than a fellow sorcerer, a coworker.

Then why for the life of him, was Satoru tugging on his cock with your image playing in his mind? His brain didn’t need to create a grand fantasy like it had to do with past lovers. The simple memory of you standing at the airport was more than enough to have him achingly hard with need.

The first time he met you had been at the airport, Satoru had been tasked with picking up the foreign sorcerer. Your hair had been piled up into a bun of long twists. The outfit you flew in had been casual. When you greeted him, in stilted Japanese you were clearly unsure of, it had been a sleepy hello. But when you shook hands-

Satoru grunted and released his flesh long enough to drizzle more lube on his hand, restarting the rhythm with a wet smacking noise. Your hand-

Your skin was buttery smooth. Soft, like you’ve never worked a day in your life. He wanted you to stroke his cheek with those hands. Wanted to feel those pretty brown hands trail over his body. Needed you to touch him just once.

“Fuck!” Satoru shouted your name, the soundwave bouncing around his otherwise quiet apartment. He was close. He could feel his balls draw up. Satoru just needed a bit more.

His phone began ringing right before he could cum. A line of curses left his mouth. Satoru could keep going. What could anyone do if the greatest sorcerer alive showed up a few minutes late? Through his white strands of hair, blue eyes looked at the device.

“Oh fuck yes,” Satoru moaned without thought. It was you. You were calling him while he was busy masturbating to the thought of you. Did you know? Would you be pissed if he answered, breathing heavy and unwilling to stop tugging his heavy cock. Would you like that? Would you be disgusted? “Oh shit, I- fuck!”

It didn’t help that the picture set as your contact picture was so provocative. You had to know the effect you had on him. Dressing like that, with so much of your silky smooth skin exposed for him to drink in.

In the haze of his lust, Satoru failed to notice the call stop. Only when the shrill of another call stimulated his ears, did he realize. You were calling him again. A whimper left his soft pink lips, his hand squeezed his cock harder than before. Were you that needy for him? Should he answer? Satoru bit his lip. His pace quickened, lube and precum providing the slick he needed. The call ended, but his phone lit up with another message. How sweet, you left a voicemail.

Before he could second guess himself, Satoru picked up his phone to listen. What did his pretty girl have to say? His groin felt painful because of how close he was to the tipping point. Was this the reason why he couldn’t bring himself to climax, was his flesh waiting to hear from you? Satoru prayed you would say his name, just once was all he needed, in the voicemail you recorded.

“Gojo-”

“Yes, baby! Say my name. Sucha a pretty girl, what a tease.” Satoru lost control of his body. Dirty words -words he yearned to whisper into your ear while you took his cock with your legs wrapped around him to keep him close- rolled off his pink tongue as he listened to the voicemail. He had no idea what you were talking about but your voice, just a dry and bored as the first time he heard it, worked him to frenzy.

“I’m gonna come-” Everything you said after that did not register. You were gonna cum? Is that why you tried calling him twice in a row? Were you doing the same thing he was, pleasuring yourself with a white-haired coworker in mind?

Satoru screwed his eyes shut. He could see it in his mind’s eye. Your head tossed back in ecstasy, your hands roaming all over your pretty brown skin. Your tits in the air presented to him like an offering. Dark drown nipple taut with arousal. He could feel his mouth water with drool. Those pretty thighs of yours were wide open to expose your dripping cunt. What a mess you made. Fingers buried are far as they could go. Desperately moving to chase the same high he was after.

The voicemail started over and that’s when Gojo Satoru lost it. Right when you said his name again.

“Gojo-”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Your name fell left his mouth like a prayer. His hand squeezed his cock a few more times to imitate what he imagined your desperate pussy would feel like around him. Finally, thick ropes of his seed left his cock, the white mess painting his torso. Endorphins rushed throughout his system as he tried to catch his breath. That had been one of the most satisfying solos he’s had in a while. As he relaxed and enjoyed the aftermath of his climax, the voicemail continued to play.

“I’m gonna come over in about 15 minutes. If you weren’t such an ass I could have told you over the phone. Don’t keep me waiting outside again. See you soon.”

Satoru looked at the timestamp. Ten minutes had already gone by. He still had to shower and clean up this mess before you got there.

Oh fuck.

Half the reason i lust after Gojo is because of the lifestyle he would provide. Like with Gojo is black girl luxury personified.

And that’s exactly what my OC is gonna get