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hello! (｢`･ω･)｢ i hope your morning/day/night is goin swell! may i request a scenario where gojo, inumaki and sukuna find out that readers(they/them) cheeks are really squishy? like they're taking a nap on their lap and the squishyness shows up--- it would be kinda funny if the reader also has a strong and well built body and then theres the cheeks-- anyway thank u for reading!!!

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Their s/o having squishy cheeks

▪︎Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Inumaki Toge, and Ryomen Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen

▪︎Pronouns: they/them (Gn! Reader)

▪︎Genre: Humor, comedy, fluff, and crack

Note: Hi there! Thankyou for requesting and reading my works! I had fun writing this! I hope you don't mind but I made Sukuna's a tad bit different! I Hope this suits your taste!

After a long and tiring mission you couldn't help but feel exhausted and sleepy. Gojo noticing your drowsiness, insisted you sleep on his lap through out the entire train ride to Jujutsu Tech since you were the only people to board the train, you wouldn't disturb any one.

And oh boy he couldn't help but notice your cheeks squishing against his lap and it's the cutest thing he had ever witnessed in his entire life. He sort of emitted a squeal and snort at the same time making his students look at him weirdly and mildly concerned.

"Are you okay Gojo sensei-"

He finds your cheeks really cute so you bet he's gonna pinch and caress them 24/7 from now on. But he'll just stick to stroking your cheek for now, he doesn't want to get his ass handed to him infront of his students since that will damage his very fragile ego-

Yep, you read that right. You can easily defeat Gojo when it comes to close combat and he kinda finds it smexy- and he will use it to his advantage to throw you off guard and be flustered.

When he sees your lean and strong figure flexing those muscles, ACK- (he may or many not have asked you to step on him before-) It makes him more attracted to you. But, that doesn't mean you will be safe from the teases that's about to come.

"What do you want..?" You mumbled, clearlh exhausted as you swatted his hands away from your cheek. Satoru let out a laugh and played with your cheeks, oblivious to the menacing expression you have. "You're just so cute! And i didn't expect you to have very swuishy cheeks considering you're kinda muscular-"

Let's just say your group entered the school grounds with you red from embarassment and Gojo sporting an ever growing bruise on his cheek.

Toge looked down on his lap and there you were, laying down with your cheeks all mushed up making a small smile appear on his lips. Too bad you couldn't see it, and also, why hasn't he noticed your cheeks until now?

"Kelp." He gretted you as he brushed his hand on your hair. You groaned and a pout made it's way on your face. "Im tired, training for the sister school event is tough." Inumaki just stayed silent as his hands ghosted over your cheeks, tracing shapes into those fluffy soft skin.

This made you blush as you try to figure out why is he acting like this. "Is there something wrong baby?" You asked, you were about to stand up but he stopped you. "Bonito Flakes." He said as you felt him pinch your cheeks, a blush appeared in your face as you heard him chuckle at your adorableness.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled, clearly shy as he pretends to ignore you and just keep poking and pinching your cute cheeks.

He finds it adorable.

"Toge.." you mumbled, clearly flustered and embarassed, he doesn't normally show PDA so this was unexpected.

"Lovebirds! It's time to practice! Hurry up!" Maki yelled over, startling you both. You sat up and stretched, Inumaki quickly kissed your cheek leaving youa blushing mess.

He chuckled, how cute.

"Is something bothering you, my love?"

Sukuna looked from his throne as you neared him, eyebrows arched and eyes scanning over you inquisitively. You shrugged, "Nothing's bothering me."

He let out a hum as you sat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and your cheeks against each other. He can feel you were at ease since he saw the tenseness from your body melt when you sat in his lap and snuggled.

If someone else did this to him he would kill them in an instant. You were the only one he allows to. He poked your cheek, being careful not to cut you as he inspected. "Is it always like this?" He mused, pinching your cheek.

You looked at him, confused at his actions. "What do you mean?" A somewhat dangerous aura engulfing your form which Sukuna didn't fail to notice. What he failed to do is sugar coat his words, it really isn't in his dictionary.

"Well, you have a well built body and soft pillowy cheeks. You don't think that's odd?"

Next thing he knew he was flying across his domain. You stalked him, a sweet but sinister smile strecthing across your face as he tried to get up.

"What are you trying to say, my love?"

He shivered inwardly, he needs to refrain himself from showing any fear to keep his repuation and already bruised ego. He's the King of curses after all.

"I said what I said." He said, getting up as he tried to recover from the punch you gave him. In terms of power, you both are just equally matched.

When he saw you about to deliver another blow, he quickly blurts out "What I mean is that it compliments your physique excellently my love! I adore every part of you!" Wether he said that out of fear of getting beaten up again or if he really meant it was the least of your concerns.

You hugged him and snuggled your face in his neck, "Oh you should've just said so! Stop goofing around!"

Sukuna coughed as you hugged him, still haven't quite recovered from the solid hit you landed on him.

He will need to keep this in mind for future references.

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the only thing you’d willingly let slap across your face is his cock.

after he’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.

“such a pretty slut for me.”

his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.

still holding his length, he swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops his balls further into your gob.

he can’t help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.

“fuuuuck yes… juuust like that.”

his sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can — even though you feel entirely brain fucked — to please him with all your might.

the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb. your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves himself as far as he can, the corners of your lips beginning to pain as they stretch from taking his balls in your mouth.

when he feels the rush within him grow, he’s quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.

“want your cum !” he can only bite his lip and grin at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.

his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. you’re sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.

“what a good girl.”

he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.

the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.

- dark phoenix. | masterlist

+ gojo satoru x sorcerer!reader.

+ synopsis: in the search for what’ll free her from the grasps of a curse, y/n finds herself entangled with the lives of gojo satoru and three jujutsu students that might very well be either her benediction, or damnation.

+ notes: this is a story that i slightly started writing in wattpad and i decided to shorten the story and post it on tumblr instead. if you know most of my series than you’ll know i focus more on main plot than romance; this fic is no different. so before you start, know that although it will contain romance between the reader and gojo, it will be inferior to the main story plot.

+ will contain manga spoilers about geto suguru

+ taglist: open

+ answered asks: #series ; dark phoenix

“ the child who is not embraced by the village will

burn it down to feel its warmth ”

CHAPTERS.

prologue. | when fate first intertwined

+ ACT I - a small favor

+ ACT II -

+ ACT III -

+ ACT IV -

+ ACT V -

MORE COMING.

- dark phoenix. | prologue

+ gojo satoru x sorcerer!reader

+ synopsis: in the search for what’ll free her from the grasps of a curse, y/n finds herself entangled with the lives of gojo satoru and three jujutsu students that might very well be either her benediction, or damnation.

+ notes: this is a story that i slightly started writing in wattpad and i decided to shorten the story and post it on tumblr instead. if you know most of my series than you’ll know i focus more on main plot than romance; this fic is no different. so before you start, know that although it will contain romance between the reader and gojo, it will be inferior to the main story plot.

+ will contain manga spoilers about geto suguru

+ taglist: open

+ answered asks: #series ; dark phoenix

2009

Blood.

It coated the ground you walked on, bathing the end of your kimono in its dark tint as you made your way through a village in disarray. Just a gaze of the debris and dead bodies was enough to resemble a Renaissance tragedy painting right in front of your eyes; it's as if you could hear their cry of mercy. It's a sight you don't mind seeing. It was up to society's probing eyes to decide whether that was fortunate or unfortunate. Nonetheless, you may have had a sinking feeling since ripped bodies and dead children did not elicit a sense of dread from you.

Time and experience sure as hell managed to mold you into the perfect human being.

Nonetheless, what you are witnessing now was trivial compared to all other matters you have seen and experienced.

The metallic smell of blood was quite heavy in the air, and it just managed to catch your attention as the scent that lingered in the air with it was making you realize what exactly you stepped into.

Sorcerers.

The answer that appears to be at the root of every single disaster you've witnessed. Finally taking a good look at your surroundings, it bemused you that it took you this long to form an answer. Even if you weren't there to see this in action, you could feel the events that occurred from beginning to end. It was also painfully clear that this was the work of a special-grade sorcerer; no average shaman had this much power. The person had the scent of their cursed energy practically strewn throughout the landscape.

It disturbed your state of mind.

It was overwhelming.

You hated it.

Did you miss coming back home to sights like these? No, you didn’t.

It was a shame that souls of the dead were unfortunate enough to play a role in these nauseating incidents caused by disgusting beings like curses and power-hungry false deities (that’s what you liked to call the rotten hearts who assumed themselves to be gods).

You peered up at the still intact sakura trees, which were shedding their old, worn-out skin in the form of powder pink blooms, their petals settling on your traditional black kasa.

You wore an amused smile on your face, feeling like you were standing under the sole solitary place in the depths of hell. Perhaps the guilty shaman felt the same way when he looked over at his masterpiece with pink petals adding a soft little touch.

What a lovely feeling it must’ve been; to be proud of your own work, or even yourself.

It’s a feeling you never knew, a foreign one; for only the gods knew the heavy burdens and regrets you carried on your shoulders. Your clear skin bears more scars than humanly possible.

Despite how much you’ve tried to strip yourself away of the world you belonged in, wishing to erase your existence from the old tales of history, the jujutsu world has always found a way to reel you back in with its sharp claws. It has always been a chaotic reality.

Nonetheless,you embraced that reality, for it was the one you were unfortunate enough to grow up in. You spend your days surrounded by your own kind, and despite your overall dislike for them, there were always exceptions along the road. You encountered quite a few people who attempted to emancipate themselves from the system by rioting bravely. They were seen as villainous by the blind jujutsu society, but you always recognized them as the true hero of the story.

It’s been long since you met another, the little flicker of hope within you was on the verge of going out. Perhaps this specific shaman could light it again. “Hm, Geto Suguru. Perhaps you’ll join my name in the history books.” You whispered into the silent breeze, the same amused smile still on your face.

So, did you really miss being back home? Maybe. Who knows?

“This is the ninth one; you have one more to collect Y/n. It’s almost over.”

You were currently inside the Ise Grand Shrine, having your usual scheduled conversation with the head priestess Fujino Akemi; the woman whose family guided you for decades. She had her dark brown locks tied neatly into a bun and face bare from any makeup. She, like her entire family, was a natural beauty. Fujino's grin could brighten whatever room she entered, and even your dark emotions were lifted when she smiled with her dimples showing. She was your lone confidante when it came to your tale and objective.

A curse so cryptic that it required the intervention of the most powerful priests to be lifted, and even that took time. It's a hassle, forcing you to acquire ten stones dispersed over seven continents; it's a literal treasure hunt. Each stone you found was linked to another, and Fujino provided you the locations by delving into the cursed energy housed in the stones. It would generally offer an area, and if you were lucky, a specific country. Fortunately, the more data you collect, the more accurate the results.

“When will it show the next one's location?”

“Give or take a month. Don’t worry, this is the last one.” Fujino Akemi offered you a gentle smile as she moved the Herkimer diamond to place it with the other stones. She stretched her arms over her head as she got comfortable in her seat with a glass of tea in her right. “How do you feel about your return?”

“It astounds me how nothing manages to change over time. I even found another village slaughtered to death; exactly like last time.” You sighed, twisting your neck to relieve the tension. “Another one? How recent did it seem?”

“So recent that I already know the name of the guilty sorcerer.” You grumbled. “Mind telling me who?” Fujino sat straighter with her legs crossed, her usual serious expression adorning her face.

“Geto Suguru. The sorcerer you told me about before my arrival.”

She tensed at the sound of his name, the reality that a foe she got to meet was now an enemy of the system. “That’s unfortunate.” She released a heavy breath, “He was a very promising sorcerer, second next to Gojo Satoru. I’m sure he’ll be devastated when he hears the news.”

“Whatever, he should’ve picked better friends.” You sipped your tea. You didn't care about what was going on in the jujutsu world; it wasn't your business to begin with; the only thing on your mind was your goal and completing it as fast as possible. Moreover, why should you be sympathetic to a system that has subjected you to both mental and physical torment? For what it's worth, they deserved to have their principles and beliefs destroyed and trampled on because that's the only way things would begin to change. And, in some sick twisted manner, you thought Geto Suguru was a ray of hope in the darkness.

You hoped Suguru wouldn’t mind being painted as the villain in the books by your side, cause you sure as hell wouldn’t mind it; a little company would be good.

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gojo moans in the middle of your make-out sessions.

he’s a very expressive man. think about it. you’re placed on his lap on the couch, heels and dress still on while you straddle him, clad in his all-black tuxedo.

his large hand is under your chin, gripping your jaw to keep you in place as he licks and sucks whatever his mouth can attach to. every time you tried to grind on him, he’d let out a frustrated, shaky little “h-ha-“ into your mouth and place a hand on your hip to still you. he just wants to taste you. “stay still, pretty girl. i’m not done with my meal yet..” you could feel the vibrations of his words on your lips as he restrained from tilting your head back, towering over you and shoving his tongue into your mouth - but like i said, he restrained.

he wants to play nice with you for now before he shows you what he can really do.

so satoru fell victim to submission most days. he would feel your soft tongue brush and slide against his, and you kept your eyes open just barely to watch his own flutter closed. a little, raspy “mmn~” hummed through his lips as he sucks your bottom lip just slightly.

“do that with your tongue again,” he’d whisper to you, mouth reattaching hungrily before you could answer. shudders ran through his body when you did it, chest huffing out against yours while he trembled.

with just a swipe of your tongue, you could have gojo moaning “please please please please, don’t stop kissing me, come here, god…” while pulling at your clothing, trying everything to keep your mouth on his.

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?”

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to do the laundry. but why doesn’t he respond when you’re asking where’s your panties?

warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoai’s comic!

wc: 2,128

“Babe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.”

“Sure,” Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.

He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties — the one he bought you last month. 

The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.

So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both haven’t had sex?

Fuck.

His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.

He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention — but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.

His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoru’s beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.

His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.

It’s much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, it’s perfect. That’s why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.

His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until it’s twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!

“Toru? Did you see my panties?” Your voice echoes through another room.

But he doesn’t answer anyway.

“Fuck,” he grunts in a quiet whine, “miss you so much, babe.” His balls tighten, following the next moment — and it doesn’t take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement — the exact way you’d do to him — he’s already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.

Panting heavily, he doesn’t hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, “Satoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!”

With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. He’s unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. “Sorry babe, I'll clean it up.” He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of “relief” he wished to provide for himself.

“Where are my panties?” you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.

Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. “Uh... here,” he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

“You’re that much needy?”

Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. “Sorry...”

Your frown softens. “Oh, um— No, Toru, please don’t gimme that look,” you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. “I’m sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?”

Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. “Can I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs.

His request makes your lips curl up. “My boy does want me? You’re cute, almost begging like this.” You graze a kiss on his cheek. “Get on your knees.”

“Like that?” His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.

“Good boy,” you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoru’s nostrils.

He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. “Love you,” he whispers. “I want to taste you, please.”

“Satoru, just wait I—” But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as he’s doing with his skillful mouth.

“You’re dripping,” Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. “Spread your legs,” he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.

And how long he hadn’t—

It’s like he’s drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. “Keep ‘em spread, baby,” he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. “It tastes s’good, I’ve missed you.”

His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.

“Hmm, ah, Satoru, you—” you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machine’s edge until your knuckles turn white. “I’ll be close, I—” you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.

You need to cum on his cock.

“Satoru, stop,” you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.

He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears — a sound ringing like music to his ear. “But… I haven’t made you come yet,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.

“I want to cum on your dick,” you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.

“You sure? I haven’t stretched you beforehand.” He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.

“I don’t mind, I just want you right now,” you blow out, kissing his free hand.

Satoru blushes — and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? “Can we put it in while I kiss you?” he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.

You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. “You’re so cute.”

But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoru’s hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.

“C’mon, don’t tease me, I want you n— Ah!” He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. “S-Satoru, you’re bigger than usual,” you whimper. 

Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each other’s tongue.

Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. “You feel so good,” he squeals between kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain can’t focus on — stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. It’s so deep, so mastered, that it’s driving you mad and making you see stars.

Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.

With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. “Satoru, please, I’m so close,” you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder. 

The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.

But as if that wasn’t enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.

He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Satoru warns you, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. “Please, where—”

“Inside me, Satoru,” you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.

Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.

Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. “I’ve missed you so much,” Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.

White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.

“I promise I’ll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?” Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.

“Of course, my baby.”

DING DONG.

The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.

“Wasn’t Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?”

Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. “Huh?”

a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.

see how he’s so cute? 🥹 pls God give me one…

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappenedtobees @drippymcdrippison @koshhin @v31v3t

ONE LAST TIME — GETO SUGURU & GOJO SATORU

✧･.you’ve been invited to your old fuck buddy's wedding and the best man feels that the three of you have unfinished business.  

( TW ) Fem!reader. explicit content. porn with some feelings (not rlly but also rlly). reader is a slut. cheating. mentions of reader sleeping with other people. MFM. spit roasting. blow job. P -> V. unprotected sex. cream pie. face riding. fingering. squirting.  

word count - > 2.2k  

authors note. re-ducking-post because tumblr has a problem with the header again!1@$#^@!!!

Satoru had been sending you winks and sly smirks throughout the night. He finally has the balls to text during the middle of the feast.  

‘Enjoying the wedding?’  

“Yep! Best wedding I’ve been to.’  

‘So, you aren’t the slightest bit jealous?’  

‘Jealous? And why would I be? The only one jealous here is you because ‘Sugu is getting married before you’  

‘Pchss I don’t want to be held down and forced to fuck one person for the rest of my life, wouldn’t you agree y/n?’  

‘Shut up, that was so long ago, you’re the only one who remembers or cares about that’  

‘I doubt that.’  

‘Doubt all you want Toru. Suguru and I are over It so let go. It’s been years."  

‘So, if I told you ‘Sugu invited you because he wanted one last night with you?’  

‘Shut up Toru, he’s married.’ You cross your legs and look up. You automatically find Satoru—sitting at one of the tables up front typing on his phone. You look over at Suguru and feel your face heat when you find him staring at you intensely, ignoring his wife who is busy trying to get his attention. You hurriedly look back down at your phone.  

‘I’m not lying!’  

‘He even told me at his bachelor party that he misses the old days...’  

The old days when you spent your college years filled with their cum. You had a cock stuffed inside of you almost every day. One year you tallied the days and went a year straight with cock inside at least one of your holes. The boys weren’t always available, so you had to get creative.   

‘Meet me in the bathroom?’  

‘Nope, I told you I’ve changed.’  

‘Stop lying y/n.’  

‘I’m not!’  

‘Then what were you doing with the Nanami and his friends?’  

You choke on your spit, how did he–you were going to kill Nanami the next time you saw him. You didn’t think anyone else had seen you leave the office that night. Fuck. Fuck! You were absolutely going to kill him. You look back up and make eye contact with Satoru who tilts his head and licks his lips. His white hair falls into his face. He looks so utterly fuckable.   

‘You want me to beg? Tell you how much I missed your tight pussy and pouty lips?’  

‘Keep talking…’ You text. Fuck it. You missed Satoru too, it’s been years, and it wasn’t as if you parted on bad terms—you wouldn’t mind fucking him one more time. One last time, as a goodbye.  

‘Miss your cute little moans and your tight ass and how your pretty little hands looked wrapped around my cock. I miss the cuddles after it. I miss everything, pretty girl.’  

‘One more time Satoru. This is the last time!’  

‘Promise angel, meet me at the family bathroom in 5 ;)’  

—  

“Fuckin’ missed you.” Satoru groans into your mouth, throwing you onto the counter. You wrap your legs around his wide hips as he grabs your hair. “Toru, don’t fucking mess up my hair, what do you think they’ll say when I come out with a bird’s nest instead of fancy wedding hair.”  

“Sorry pretty.” He mummers against your lips, moving his hands to your waist. You pull him closer to you. The familiarity of his hands and mouth on you makes you melt.  

Satoru breaks away and sinks to his knees. He pushes your sheer lilac dress up above your ass and rolls his eyes back into his head.  

“Missed this pussy.” He inhales. Thumbing your clit above your white lace panties. You grab onto his hair and moan.   

“Toru—”  

“Shh—let me show you how much I’ve missed this pussy sweet girl,” He leans in to lick your damp panties. “Slide this little thong to the side and show me your pretty pussy angel.”  

Desperate for an orgasm you obey, sliding the flimsy lace to the side and parting your slick pussy with two fingers. Satoru leans in immediately to lick you entirely.   

“Satoru!” You cry, the grip his hair tightening as he eats you like a starved man. You fall back onto the mirror and hump his face as he sucks your clit.  

“Gonna cum Toru! Don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop!” You slur, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he stuffs three thick fingers into your achy cunt. He curls them to hit your g-spot, the spot that he showed you existed all that time ago.   

“M’cumming!” You moan removing your hand from your pussy to grip the edges of the counter. Your pussy convulses around Satoru's fingers.  

“Not gonna stop ‘till you squirt for me,” He mumbles against your clit. “You can do it, you're my good girl.” He goes back to sucking your clit. It doesn’t take long until you're squirting all over his face. Eyes squeezed shut and ears ringing, you don’t notice that someone walks into the large restroom because the man between your legs never locked the door.  

“Was I not invited to the party?” Suguru shoots the two of you.   

You jerk yourself up, legs slamming around Satoru's head.  

“Sugu!” You squeak.  

Satoru tries to say something, but he’s trapped between your thighs, he struggles to break free.  

“No Sugu, we were just gettin’ started, isn’t that right pretty?” He coughs out, standing up with a soaked shirt and glistening face. He grins at his Suguru.   

“Is that right,” he pulls his eyes from his best friends to you. You're staring at him with wide eyes, legs closed tight like he’s never seen what's between them before. He steps closer to you. “Is that right y/n?” You suck in a breath and nod.   

“Y-yes ‘Sugu.”   

“Then why are you hidin, from me? Hidin’ that slutty pussy from me.”   

“You’re a taken man now ‘Sugu–”   

“And that's gonna stop you?”  

“Why don’t you go fuck your wife?” You snap, crossing your arms over your chest and returning your attention to Satoru. “Are you gonna finish this or what?”   

“Don’t look away from me y/n,” Suguru crosses the space between you, grasping your chin. “She’s nothing like you, too traditional n’ stuck up. She doesn’t hold a candle to this sweet cunt of yours.”  

“Yea?” You blink up at him through wet lashes, heart fluttering. You uncross your legs and slowly lift them to Suguru's wide hips.  

“Nothing—no one compares.” He brings your face closer to his.  

“You promise?” You whisper shyly, lips brushing over his.  

“Promise.” He teases before catching your swollen lips. Your back arches, legs clinging to his suit-clad waist. His lips taste like watermelon-scented Chapstick, must be his wife's. You bite his bottom lip and giggle at the thought.   

“How long you got for your wifey comes lookin’ for you?” Satoru asks.  

“Not long, ‘bout ten minutes at most.” Suguru rolls his eyes, catching your lips again.   

“You gonna take me in the mouth and let ‘Sugu fuck your cunt, angel? Think you can get us off in ten minutes?”   

“I can get you off with time to spare.” You smirk up at Satoru who smiles and starts to unbuckle his pants. His heavy cock jumps out, tip leaking precum.  

“C’mere then sweetheart.” Suguru pulls you off the counter before flipping you towards his Satoru. He pushes you down until you folded at the waist. You grab onto Satoru’s thick thighs, his cock jumping on the side on your face. You look up at him and smile before turning slightly to peck his shaft.  

“Stop teasing—be a good girl n’ put it in your mouth ‘for I mess up you're ‘fancy weddin’ hair.’” He teases. You glare up at him—about tell him off, but as soon as you open your mouth Suguru shoves his cock in your wet pussy. You scream.  

“Shut her up ‘Toru!” Suguru spits out between groans. Your cunt clenches so tight around him he tries not to cum prematurely.   

You move to take Satoru’s cock before he has a chance to fuck up your hair any more than he already has. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you thank the gods above you don’t have a gag reflex. You start to bob your head down his stiff cock, careful not to nick him with your teeth.  

Suguru starts to thrust in and out, hands gripping your hips so tight you know your hips will be bruised for the next week.  

“So fuckin’ tight,” Suguru grunts throwing his head back. “Tightest cunt I‘ve ever fucked.”  

You moan around Satoru’s cock.   “Missed this warm mouth.” Satoru moans, thrusting his hips into your face. Suguru follows the lead, syncing his thrust with Toru.  

“You miss havin’ two cocks in you, oh wait, you still get fucked like this weekly by—fuck—by Nanami’s entire office floor.” Mouth full of cock, you don’t even attempt to defend yourself, it’s true anyways.  

“We’re still you're favorites beautiful or did you forget ‘bout us after college, hm? So many cocks you forgot about the first two.” Suguru slams you down the entire length of his cock, so hard Satoru’s cock falls out your mouth. Satoru grips your jaw, ignoring the spit and precum that falls onto his hands.  

“Is that true pretty, you forgot about the men who tight you how to fuck?”  

“N-no,” you moan out, Suguru's cock feeling you up so much you can hardly remember how to breath.   

“Never f-forget you guys, never ever.” You promise.  

“Them prove it, suck my cock just how I taught you, ’ve got three minutes.”   

You shudder in pleasure before shamelessly grabbing ‘Toru’s cock and shoving it back in your mouth, determined to get him off. You bounce your head up and down his shaft, licking and sucking the tip, just like he taught you.   

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” ‘Toru grits out, forgoing the rule about touching your hair. He holds your head to his pelvis thrusting into your mouth so hard you start to get lightheaded, pair that with Suguru's thick cock pushing against your pelvic, you’re surprised you haven't passed out.  

“M’cummin, f-fuck m’ gonna cum pretty, take it, take it, take it!” Satoru groans shooting thick ropes into your throat. You swallow down every sip, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Suguru’s thrusts turn sloppy, a tell sign he’s about to cum.  

“C-Cum in my pussy ‘Sugu!” You cry against Satoru’s softening cock.  

“What was that Sweetheart?” Suguru pulls you put by the scruff of your neck. “What did you say?”  

“S-said cum in me, please!” You gurgle, your hands reaching for the hand around your neck.  

“M’gonna cum deep inside in you Sweetheart, gonna cum so deep ‘ll be scooping it out for days” Your pussy clenches at the thought. “You wan’ that, hm? You want my cum?”   

“Please, please, please!” You beg.  

“Take it then—take my fuckin’ cum.” He slams into your ass, cumming deep inside your pussy causing you to orgasm at the feeling of being filled to the brim.  

“Oh fuck, you're so tight, ‘m gonna cum all over again.” Suguru mumbles into your now fucked up hair. At that thought you open your eyes and glare at Satoru.  

“What?” He questions, stuffing himself back into his pants.  

“You messed up my hair.” You grumble. Suguru laughs behind you, gently slipping his now soft cock out of you. You clench your cum-filled pussy while Suguru situates your thong back in place, he pats your pussy. You’re suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia and the old routine. Memories of the two of you—the three of you coming to the forefront of your mind. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this. Somedays all you think about it how you wish you could just go back to the days when you fucked the boys like a bunny in heat. The days when you laid on Suguru’s chest after long days and thought about what your life would be like if you settled down with him. You’d give anything to go back.  

“Suguru, you in here?”  

“Fuck!”  

—  

“Is she okay?” Suguru’s wife frowns, looking at you slumped over the toilet.  

“Just drunk, she always like this when she gets around alcohol, just can’t help herself when it comes to taking however myny shots she can get her hands on.” Satoru smirks and your role your eyes underneath your arm, the irony not lost on you.   

“Why’s your shirt wet?”   

“She let loose and threw up all over me, had to get creative.”   

“Cmon babe, let's get back to the party, Satoru ‘ll help her fix herself.” Suguru puts his hand on his wife’s back gently guiding her out the restroom.  

“Okay, be quick Satoru, we're about to do another round of speeches, the crowd loves you.” 

all i ask is to be in a poly relationship where the other two parties worship me like a goddess

i don’t think that is too much to ask

*somewhere in a park*

Gojo: damn, todays weather is so good! *smiles widely* don’t you think so, sweet stuff?

You: yeah, it’s pretty sunny. *covers face with hand*

You: *grabs Gojo’s hand and move him in front of you to block the sun* Better.

Gojo: *smirks and looks down at you* so now I’m your human shield?

You: *looks up at him and smiles* you’re freaking tall dude. I bet you could even touch the clouds from up there.

You: *continues to tease him* so, is it hotter up there? Can you see the whole city from up there? *laughs loudly*

Gojo: *looks down at you and slyly smiles* hahaha, oh sweetheart. Since you’re down there; tell me, how big my c*ck is? Huh?

You: *eyes open wide and blushes* w-what?

Gojo: hahahahahahahah, you should’ve seen you’re face!! It was all red and confused!!! *continues to laugh and wipes away a fake tear*

You: *you blankly look up at him and scoff* whatever. It wasn’t even that big. Getou’s is bigger. *smiles widely at him and walks away*

Gojo: *just stands there with a shocked face*

*minding your business*

Gojo: wassup?

You: hey?

Gojo: I got a question for you?

You: ask ahead…

Gojo: do you squirt? Or do you cream? What kind of noises does your p*ssy do when you finish creaming or squirting? What color is the inside? Does it get real wet or not really? Does it clap? Is it real tight, to a point where my c*ckhead can’t even slide in? How does it smell down there? Can I smell it? Is your cl*t big or small? How do your juices taste like? Sweet or neutral? Is it hairy or not? How much fingers can you fit in there? A whole fist or just 2? Do you swallow or not?

You: ….(　˙-˙　)

Gojo: hey? You speak Spanish, right?

You: uhh…yeah? Why?

Gojo: great! awesome?

You: …

Gojo: how do you say “I love you” in Spanish?

You: Te amo

Gojo: Sheesh baby! I love you too! Damn, I’m so lovable!

You: huh? I was just translating what you-

Gojo: shhh babygirl. I get it, you love me too much! Who wouldn’t? ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

You: … ~_~;

Getou: wassup dude?!

Gojo: not much…just chillin ;)

Getou: hmmm, ok

Getou: anyways, I got a question for you

Gojo: sure

Getou: have you ever had an argument with your girlfriend?

Gojo: Pft, me and my bitch don’t argue

Gojo: she just tells me to shut up and I do

Getou: ….(._.)

Gojo: come on

You: not interested, Gojo

Gojo: why not?

You: you’re immature, annoying, loud, and obnoxious. Want more?

Gojo: b-but dating me you’re not just gonna have that but a comedian, p*rnstar, and a mental patient all in one ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Gojo: Me? Beg for anything? Hahaha! Geez, people get on their knees for me and beg. I’m too powerful and strong to beg.

You: hmmm, too egotistic but okay

*1 week later*

You: eww no!

Gojo: please! I never begged nobody like this!

Gojo: please, please, please!!

Gojo: just let me squeeze your tits for a minute and that’s it!

Gojo: please, I beg on my knees!

You: …never beg, my ass

Gojo: heyyyyy!!! Nanamin!!! I wanna tell you something!!!

Nanami: Don’t call me like that.

Gojo: but…nanaminnnn it’s important!

Nanami: Leave me alone.

Gojo: come on!! Its important!!

Nanami: Fine! But, once you tell me. You leave me alone.

Gojo: you got it :)

Nanami: …

Gojo: ok! But just imagine going to the dentist and once you open your mouth he spits in it?!? (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Nanami: ….why are you the why you are?

Gojo: but, I don’t wanna fold the laundry (＞＜)

You: just do it, im busy

Gojo: ughhhhhhhh!! fineeeeee

You: pft, what a lazy ass…

*proceeds to go to the laundry room & fold the laundry*

Gojo: go do this, go do that…geez, she’s like my mom…

Gojo: *grabs one of your shirts* hmmm, I wonder what it smells like? *sniff sniff*

Gojo: mmmmmm, she definitely knows how to do the laundry *holds your shirt close to his nose* ahhhh, it still has her perfume scent

You: what’s taking him forever?

*walks to the laundry room*

You: Gojo!?! What are you doing?!

Gojo: Oh f*ck! I was just sniffing your shirt and gosh, it definitely smells like you. I may or may not have gotten an instant bon☻r

You: h-huh…

Gojo: hahaha jk…but not really jk ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

You:…（；＿；）

You: Satoru! Where’s the formula?

Gojo: Formula? I ain’t no Mr.Krabs. Go look for it somewhere else, Plankton.

You: No, you dumbass! The baby’s powder milk!

Gojo: Ohhhh, I thought you feed the baby boobie milk?

You: …Satoru…please Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Gojo: Hehehe, boobie milk(*≧∀≦*)

Gojo: What a lucky baby we have

Gojo: What can i say? i'm charming and irresponsible (;

You: Huh? Irresponsible?

Gojo: Shit, autocorrect (:

You:...Satoru, we ain't texting. We're talking face to face \:

:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)

Gojo: Baby, can I ask you a question?

You: Uhh, sure, what is it?

Gojo: Let’s say I would to get a mullet-

You: Oh God, I know where this is going

Gojo: Don’t interrupt me, please

You: Geez, sorry (￣^￣)

Gojo: Like I was sayin; If I were to get a mullet, you maybe, let’s say; call me Mullet Daddy?

You: •_•

Gojo: So? Would you? ;)

You: Ughh, no. Actually, you would look hideous with a mullet ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Gojo: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) that’s rude