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Look, Don't Touch

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Warnings: Major DUBCON, pervert Satoru, somnophilia, jerking off, whiny, whimpering, need Satoru.

A/N: this is literally a dream I had so naturally here it is in written form... hehe

WORD COUNT: 2,148 | Not proof read (forgive me)

“Sa-to-ru '' you drawl slowly, giggling as he only whines in response. “I can walk ya know, Sa-to-ru~” but the man refused to put you down, carrying bridal style down the streets of Tokyo with your apartment as his end destination. “Stop talking.” But there was no malice in his tone, he was just getting antsy, and it was all your fault. 

You had been teasing him relentlessly, in the club, at the bar, even now as he carried you home. You weren’t even that bad off but he still didn’t trust you to walk by his side if he set you down. Given the fact that Satoru himself had a couple drinks, he was in no state to chase after you. “Never, you know you love the sound of my voice, Sa-to-ru.”

He did, and the way you drew out his name was sending shrills of need down his spine.

“You’re so mean to me… so fucking cruel.” He whined, not caring how desperate he sounded as he rounded the next corner. “You love how mean I am to you, makes you hard, huh?” You whispered the last part in his ear, giggling softly as you felt him tremble. “So cruel.” was all Satoru could mutter in response, nearly crumbling when your building was in sight. 

“Tell ya what, Sa-to-ru.” You started, head swaying a bit before you decided to rest it on his shoulder. He didn’t answer, trying to ignore your hand gently trialing across the broad plains of his chest. You could feel his heart racing, it excited you to no end. “C’mon, answer me.” You pouted, fingers still trailing along his chest before finding your way to his neck. 

“Go ahead…” his voice strained as he spoke “...Tell me what you want to say.” He knew he’d regret it, the moment you shimmied in his grasp so your lips could ghost his ear. “If you can remember the code to my apartment, I’ll let you spend the night.” You laughed softly as he sighed. “I don’t need a place to sleep, sweetheart.” He tried to sound uninterested but dammit…

“Not to sleep, silly boy.” You teased him further, dragging your nail under his chin and watching him try and fight off the shiver that it sent through his whole body. You watched his throat bob, the grip he had on your body tightening a bit. “I wanna play with you.” You whined softly, legs kicking a bit where they dangled in his grasp. 

“Play with me?” he huffed out, legs carrying him quickly as you spoke. “Yeah, wanna play with your co–” but he cut you off with a choked “Woah!” which only made you laugh harder. “Sorry, Sa-to-ru. The drinks make me feel more than I should.” But the white haired man only shook his head, if he spoke he was certain his restraint would go out the window. 

He wasn’t mad nor was he uncomfortable. Quite the fucking opposite, he was seconds away from taking you up on your drunken offers. He was shouldering the glass double doors open, ignoring any glances the two of you may get by any passersby. He knew your apartment code just like he knew your phone number, he spent enough time over at your place to know. 

“So what you’re telling me…” he clicked the button for your floor as he stepped into the elevator, strong enough to hold you with one hand as he did so. “... you’ll let me fuck you if I remember your apartment code?” He finally smirked down at you, trying not to chuckle at your lidded eyes and smeared lipstick. “Mmhmm, thats exactly what you can do… fuck me really good.” 

His moment of confidence fizzled away at your tone, so seductive, so needy. 

Fuck he wanted you bad… 

By the time the elevator door opened, Satoru was uncomfortably hard. It was the only thing he could truly focus on, the way his cock was stiff in his boxers, straining against the material and slowly leaking. Every step sent shivers up his spine, the material brushing his sensitive cock just right as he stopped in front of your door. “You better know it, Sa-to-ru.”  

Your words had begun to slur from a mix of alcohol and exhaustion, you could feel your own arousal dampening your underwear but you had a funny feeling you wouldn’t even be awake by the time he got you in bed. It took three seconds for him to type your code, door clicking to signal it had been unlocked. “Ha…” soft and triumphant as he pushed his way inside. 

You had been right of course, Satoru hadn’t bothered looking down at you again until he was moving to place you on your plush mattress. “No way…” he choked as he set you down, your eyes shut and chest evening out as you began to snore softly. “Such a fucking tease…” he whined, he should have expected you to pass out. He could feel his own exhaustion the entire walk here…

But you had worked him up so well that his tiredness was long forgotten. Now all Satoru could think about was the aching hard-on he had in his pants. “You’re lucky I’m a gentleman.” He mumbled to you despite you not being able to hear, carefully taking off the shoulders of your dress and pulling it down your body. He would only undress you and tuck you in, that's it. 

At least that was what the rational portion of his mind was saying, the other part was starting to lose its cool at the sight of your bare skin. “You’re so fucking perfect.” Satoru muttered again, trying to restrain himself as he pulled off your pantyhose to toss into the hamper as well. Your panties had dragged down a bit with it, revealing soft skin that made him salivate. 

“This is a form of torture.” he whined, moving to place you up against your pillows. He admired the way you looked, peacefully asleep in nothing but a lacy bra and panties… teasing him thoroughly even in your sleep. The thing is, Satoru couldn’t seem to pull himself away, not even to pull the blankets up and give you some modesty. His feet were glued to his spot on the floor. 

“You… you wouldn’t mind, right? Surely you would understand…” he babbled softly, hands moving to hook in the waistband of your underwear. “Just… just to look. I won’t touch…” His breathing stuttered as your cunt was revealed to him, so soft looking and utterly perfect. Satoru’s cock twitched, reminding him of what he really needed. 

Large, warm hands were spreading your thighs, revealing the sticky, shiny arousal coating your pretty cunt, leaving Satoru’s throat dry. “Fuck…” he was shaking as he undid his pants, pulling them off completely and letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of them. His boxers followed, slightly soiled from his precum dampening the front. 

Satoru was careful, climbing onto your bed and sitting on his knees. You laid before him, fast asleep with your legs spread and cunt out in the open. That was more than enough for him, fuck was it more than enough for him. Satoru’s fist wrapped around his shaft ,giving it a hard squeeze, whining lowly as his pretty eyes locked on your cunt. 

Carefully, he tugged at himself, collecting spit in his mouth to drool down over his length. “You’d be such a fucking tease right now, huh?” he spoke to you, hand moving faster now that his saliva was acting as lubricant. “Bet you’d be telling me how bad you want my dick, huh?” he groaned out, his free hand reaching down to fondle his balls as he watched arousal leak from your cunt. 

“Fuck you’re so cute… even your fucking cunt is cute…” his lips twitched, cheeks flushing pink as he spoke those words to you. Dirty talk was never his forte… unless he was alone… or in this case, the other party was sleeping. He could never say the things he imagined when the other person was present. He could only fantasize about the things he would like to do. 

“I wanna eat your pussy so bad… you’re so mean for falling asleep on me…” 

Satoru whimpered as he thumbed his slit, collecting the precum and massaging it around his sensitive tip. “Fuck it looks so good… wanna bury my face down there and eat you out…” he gasped, squeezing his balls so tight he nearly doubled over from the wave of pleasure that passed through him. “My fist is nothing compared to your pussy…” he drawled out now… cheeks flushed red as his pleasure only grew with his words. 

“Bet you’d feel so good, your nails digging in my hair and keeping me there…” he could feel his mouth water, the thought of going down on you was going to have him blowing his load before he was ready too. “You probably taste so good, fuck I want to eat you out so bad…” he whined, brows creasing as he repeated his desires, his fist gliding up and down his shaft in fluid motions. 

Your thighs twitched in your sleep, threatening to close but Satoru’s hand shot out and stopped you. “A-almost done… please let me keep looking at your pretty pussy… almost done I swear…” but you had long since relaxed again, and his fingers had found their way back to his cock head. Satoru massaged himself, his tip flushed a pretty pink and leaking desperately as he pleased himself to the sight of your cunt. “So good… but your hands would be so much better than mine.” 

He was going to cum, he knew he was, he could feel his cock twitching in his grasp as he whimpered about how badly he needed you. “So cruel to tease me and then leave me hanging, especially when your cunt is so pretty and wet for me…” He kept moving, his pleasure building deep in his gut and making his balls tighten. He was going to cum at any second. “You wanted to play with me and now I’m just playing by myself…” Satoru huffed, chest rising and falling faster. 

“You wanted me to play with your pretty cunt and now you’re sleeping… your punishment is not getting off like I’m about to… but still.” He whimpered as he thumbed his slit again, head falling back momentarily to let out a guttural moan, he certainly knew how to get himself off… but it wasn’t you. Fuck it wasn’t you, your hands, your cunt… “So mean…” he gasped out again. 

Satoru could feel sweat dripping down his brow as his fist pumped along his length over and over, he’d cum soon, so soon, but he didn’t quite want this to end yet. Your cunt looked so inviting, but he wouldn’t dare touch you while you were sleeping. He needed to see your sweet face contort in pleasure when he impaled you on his dick.

“Fuck I want your pussy so bad…"

He could really feel it now, especially with the way his cock was twitching. One glance downward and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Blue eyes focused back on your cunt, the idea creeping up his spine and reminding him just how perverted this whole thing was. “You’ll let me cum on your pussy, right? I mean it’s the least you could do…” He wanted to cover your cunt in his release, he wanted to see sticky globs of cum coating your pretty pussy.

“Y-yeah… no better place…” He mumbled, tugging his fist faster as his cock felt heavy in his own grasp, twitching and aching to spill his release. So he scooted closer, pulling your body closer to him as he did so. His cock was hovering just above your cunt now, the heat teasing him as he pumped himself closer and closer to his end. “Gonna cum…fuck I’m gonna cum all over this pretty pussy… so fucking mean.. You’re so mean… so fucking mean…”

He whimpered out, over and over as his eyes squeezed shut. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his head, covering your cunt in sticky white. Satoru didn’t stop, hand moving up and down his length over and over even as the pleasure turned into overstimulation. Whimpers and moans fell from his pretty lips as he watched his cum leak down your cunt and pool just under your ass.

“Ruined your sheets…” Satoru spoke to himself, still incredibly turned on by the sight of your cunt covered in his release. “A-again.. You wouldn’t mind if I did it again…” His cock hadn’t softened after all, still stiff and aching in his palm despite dumping a load on you. “You just drive me crazy… you and that cunt…” He whined, fist already moving again while you slept

𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑥 𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐹 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐸𝑡𝑐

𝐴/𝑁: ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 3𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.

𝑊/𝐶: 3.4𝑘

𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢' 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑛✯

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

It was not a mistake, you knew exactly what you were doing when you made that phone call, asking him to come over, to hold you and sleep next to you because you were lonely. 

You knew exactly what you were doing when you opened that door to let him in, delivering the sultriest look you could muster up at him as your hands gently pulled open your robe revealing that you had nothing underneath. 

The way you stepped back, just so that he could follow up the steps leading up to your shared bedroom and close the door behind him, just before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for a long, needy kiss. 

You needed this, you needed someone to touch in a way for which you have been longing. 

Yes!

You knew what you were doing, despite being married and all. 

Your husband was not home, away on a business trip as usual, leaving you and your one-year-old baby at home alone, expecting that everything is going to be splendid. Expecting you to be able to manage being home by yourself, taking care of your baby while suffering through postpartum depression (ppd). 

Well, he thought wrong. It is not like he cared enough to even stop and think for a second that, just maybe you were not doing too well or that you needed help raising a kid and all. He is selfish, only caring for himself and the number of pussies his dick could conquer. 

Creepy old man! In his late fifties and still acting as though he was a bachelor in his youth, with an all-mighty dick that could put any girl who dared to try fuck him in a while chair. The poor fellow did not know that his dick was no more than three inches long, four inches on a good day. You often wonder how he would manage to get you pregnant or have three kids (who were older than you by the way). 

His wife before you had to suffer the same fate that you did, pretending as though your legs are shaking, body high and drunk from his cock as you screamed his name from your lips, faking that orgasm in the best way possible. You deserved to be awarded for your performance in bed from time to time. Truly you were the best at faking your orgasm. 

Despite the sex being bad, he is not that bad of a man. A whore yes, but regardless he is a good man. Took you in when he realised that your father was struggling to pay your tuition. No need for backstories right now, the author still needs to get the part where you are fucking that hot mysterious guy. 

But anyway, long story short, after getting pregnant by this asshole, he left you (not really because you are still married to him) and told you that you were not anything special to him. He did not want to have another child, this man even tried to convince you to have an abortion. 

But anyway, you kept the baby, but keeping that baby was the worst mistake of your life. Because now you were suffering alone and in silence. Struggling to be a good mom, while trying to make yourself feel better and not discouraged. It was hard at first, but that’s until your husband's best friend’s son, Gojo Satoru, confessed that he is attracted to you. No, said that he liked you, he said that he had always liked you and he was first attracted to you the moment he saw you at his father’s party and was heavily pregnant with your baby boy Kaori. 

He showed you just how much he liked you, by caring for you in a way that your husband never once cared to do. Caring for your son, treating him as though Kaori was his child. He was giving you gifts, paying you compliments, cooking for you so much more. But nothing tops his sweet talks, dirty talks, his enthusiastic kisses, his hands groping your body, and that cock, thick and long, always penetrating you, pleasuring you in ways you thought impossible. 

And you cannot go back, no more faking orgasm because now, the moment he enters your fluttering pussy, you are already creaming. Hence the reason you had to call him over to your house tonight. To make love to you, not to fuck you, and once he has done, he will wrap you in his arms and kiss you good night while you both lay in bed until the dawn. But little did you know, tonight, your asshole of a husband would be returning home. 

… 

Pleasurable moans, those sweet erotic sounds dancing against his ear, his name falling from your lips as your fingers combed through his pillowy white hair. His lips against your neck, one hand resting on your hips while the other handheld the back of your thigh that was dangling over his shoulder. 

Your legs spread wide open for him, your pretty pussy on display for him to plunge his cock in and out of you at a slow and steady pace. His hips slowly rolled to the beat of the music that was softly playing in the background to dull whatever whimpers and moans that was coming from the both of you. Good thing your baby was staying with his sister tonight or else it would have been hell to keep your voice down with how good Gojo was making you feel. 

Speaking of the culprit, he managed to pull away from your neck after being attached to that one spot, sucking, and leaving his mark, now he was looking down at you. His lips slowly parted, releasing breathy moans as he stared down at you, gazing at you with his crystalline eyes burning with lust and need. His eyes, studying and memorising how beautiful you looked with your hair sprawled out over the pillows, drooling leaking from the corner of your mouth and your eyes, teary and filled with nothing but sweet lust for him. 

“Sa… Satoru…” you moaned, 

“Mhm?” he answered. 

Your fingers tightened in his hair, and you pulled his head down to you just so you could kiss his lips. “You’re so… deep.”

“Am I?” He asked, chuckling against your lips. 

“Yes…” you moaned. He bit your lips, tilted your hips, and plunged even deeper than he was before, eliciting a drawn-out moan from your kiss-swollen lips. “Ngh… ugh Satoru… not so… Deep!” 

“Why not?” he asked, teasing as he pulled away from your lips and began peppering kisses against your ears. “Doesn’t it feel good?” 

“Yes…” you cried, fingers still gripping his hair. “But… if you go any deeper then… then I’ll cum.” 

“Ha! Fuck. Guess I’ll go deeper then hm…” he said just before pulling away from your ear, sitting back on his knees, moved his hand from the back of grabbed your other leg and tossed other the shoulder that he has your other leg on then leaned forward to pressed your legs against your lactating breast. 

“Sat…”

“Shh… mama I got you,” he said just before pulling out to thrust back in, knocking the last breath you had within your body. You are screaming, your hand squirming to find purchase against his broad shoulders. Your nails crawled against his pearly white skin, toes curling just above his head; your breast bouncing in the motion of his hips, and you could feel fresh milk dripping from the fat swollen nipples and onto the skin of your breast. “Mhm… this deep enough to make you cum?” 

“Mhm… Sa… ru. Yes,” you screamed incoherently, but Gojo knew exactly what you were trying to say. He smiled and bent his head just a bit to suck on your milk-dripping nipples, humming at the taste of the milk against his tongue. His hand managed to slip between your body, nibble finger, finding your swollen clit quickly pinching and rubbing the swollen nub until your legs trembled, pussy fluttering around his cock. “Toru… cu- cu- cum. I am going to.” 

Your body tensed beneath him, and you sang his name at the top of your longs as though his name was your gospel, and it was because, at this very moment, your orgasm had you floating on your way to heaven. White dotted lights, his voice panting sweetly like an angel's melody, and your legs shaking, trembling as though you are dancing to your gospel still. 

Yes, you are truly in heaven currently, but that ecstasy did not last long because as soon as your orgasm was over, Gojo was already preparing you for another one. “So good…” you moaned as he pulled away from your chest, removed your legs from his shoulder, and spread them open again to watch as his cock, disappeared and reappeared between the walls of your creaming pussy. 

“Gonna, make you feel even better. Do you want that mama?” he asked you. 

You shook your head yes, your hands moving to pinch your nipples and grope your meaty breast as he continued to stroke you slowly, but deep as well. “Yes please… Give me your cock Toru-kun!” 

“I’m gonna give it to you until you can’t take it anymore,” and just as those words left his lips, his hips began to pick up a bit of speed. The fat mushroom tip of his cock kept poking against your sweet spot with every deep and fast stroke, and each time the tip touched that spot, your pussy creamed deliciously around his shaft.

God knows how long Gojo you had like that, but it was surely long enough for you to not recognize the bright lights pulling into the driveway, or the sound of the house keys jiggling as they pulled open the front door. You did not even hear footsteps tracking up the stairs or even the door to the shared bedroom was open. 

So lost and caught up in your pleasure, you were unable to see the shocked look on your husband’s face as he watched as the little boy he knew since he was in diapers, fucked the last breath or cry that you have in your body. 

The crotch of his pants stood to immediate attention, feeling his bump of a cock swell beneath them. Hand twitching around the doorknob, the pervert could not help but rub his rough hand against his… cock? If you could call it that. Three inches is barely even a cock. His cock was built like a baby shrimp. (No wonder his other wife cheated too.)

The man was in utter shock, almost had a or could have had a heart attack on the spot if he did not look that good getting fucked by a boy who was seven years younger than you. If he had known you would make such a pretty face, he would pay attention to you and even have sex with you like he once did before you became pregnant. If only he knew that you would look this good while getting railed, then he would have been all over you. 

Amid his perverted thoughts, he did not even realise that Gojo had spotted him at the door until their eyes made four and Gojo had a nasty smirk on his face while fondling your breast. “You gonna cum again for me mama?” He asked you in a slutty voice while still staring dead straight at your husband. 

“Mhm… yes… yes.” you screamed. 

“Do me a favour mama, grab the back of your knees and keep your legs open for me,” Gojo said, and you did exactly as you were told. 

“Like this?” you asked, panting desperately for your release. 

“Perfect.” This gave Satoru and your husband a perfect view of your plump creamy pussy on display. “Gonna fuck you deep again. Know how you love when I fuck this pussy with my big cock mamas,” Gojo said as he pulled out his cock from your pussy, smirking when he saw your husband's brow lifted and a shocked Pikachu look crossed his face. 

Yes… that right look as I tame and take your wife from you… Gojo thought before turning his head away from your husband just for a bit to focus on your pleasure. “Fuck! Satoru!” you screamed the moment he thrust back into you. 

“Yes… Baby,” he said, panting as he pounded your pussy mercilessly. His hand went back to pinch and flick at your throbbing clit, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm. 

“I’m about to fucking cum… no I want to pee… Toru…ugh!” you stuttered helplessly at him. Your hand gripped the back of your thighs, your head lifting slightly to get a view of how Gojo’s cock was working your pussy out, stretching your ways to mould into the shape of his cock. 

“Fucking pee on me then,” he urged knowing damn well that you did not want to pee. He did not stop or slow down his pace, he just kept at it to the point where sweat was running down his forehead, his abdominal muscles began clenching and he started to see white lights. “Cum on Mama, give it to me give it to me…” and just like that your pussy pulsed and contracted, sucking his cock in before that clear liquid spurt from your pussy, forcing his cock to leave your hole. “Mhm… look at that fucking pussy squirt for me… yes.” 

“Oh… god put it back in please,” you begged as you released your thigh, grabbed his cock, and pushed it back into you. “Keep fucking me… gonna squirt again.” And he did as you asked, mercilessly pounding your pum-pum until once again, you are squirting all over him. 

Your husband looked beyond shock, in disbelief. You’ve never cum that hard for him before. He was angry, beyond pissed, Gojo however was smirking while staring at your husband. “Mr. Hiroshima can never compare, right mama!” 

“No… he’s fucking useless,” you moaned out after finally coming down from your orgasm. "Penis… too small."

“That is right. Get on your belly. I am not done with you yet.” You wasted no time, quickly laying on your stomach, arching your back, and spreading that ass just so that he could get a beautiful view of your dripping pussy. 

Gojo smiled before turning to your husband and whispered, “Watch me fuck your wife.”

…

“Good thing our baby is not home, right Mama,” Gojo whispered against your ears as he pressed into your pussy even more. “God, your pussy is so tight, so fucking warm and tight.”

“Please Toru-Kun, move…” you begged, and he chuckled. 

“What’s the rush, we have all night, right?” he whispered while pulling away from your ear, then resting both hands on your hips while he slowly began to roll his hips against your plush ass. “We have the night to ourselves. No baby, no friend, no husband, just me and you. Right here right now making love.” 

“Oh… harder please.” 

“Mhm… no, I am gonna take my time and breed this pussy. Don’t you want that?” he asked. “Don’t you want me to breed you, get you round and fat with my baby? Don’t you want Kaori to have a sibling?”

“Yes… yes, I do, but please fuck me harder.”

“Fine then as you wish baby,” with one last look at your husband who now had his hand in his pants, Gojo pulled out completely, grabbed both your arms, and held them together with one hand before pushing in making you gasp and moan.

His hips began rolling against your ass, heavy cum filled balls slapping against your cunt with each thrust of his hips, stroking you so deeply you could almost feel him poking out your belly. "Hm… fuck Toru! Right there, yes." 

His hand tightened around your arms, pulling you up until your back was flat against his chest. His free hand wrapped itself tightly around his throat, pushing your head back against his shoulder and away from the door to prevent you from finding out that your husband was watching. 

"Mhm…" he moaned into your ear, his hips still smacking against your ass. "So, fucking tight," he almost cried, feeling how much of a gorilla grip your pussy had around his cock, all while dripping and coating his cock with your love fluids. 

You began whimpering as you started to thrust your hips back to meet his thrust. Gojo cursed, hand tightening around your throat whispering, "fucking close mama," then gave you one hard thrust, which, made you scream. 

Now he was fucking you, rough and quickly. You could hear the smacking of his hips against your ass and the squelching sound of his cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy grew louder. 

The bed began trembling behind you, the hardwood knocking against the wall now dulling out the sound of the music playing in the background and the sound of your pathetic husband whimpering. 

"You always make my pussy… you make my pussy feel so good Toru-Kun," you cried, while desperately panting for breath. And indeed, your pussy was beyond mad with pleasure, queefing and creaming around his cock. Each time the tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot; your body grew even hotter. 

He let out a breathy chuckle before leaning over to kiss your plump lips. "Mhm… I know mama. I am going to cum so much in you. Do you want that?" 

"Yes… please." 

"Mhm, good mama," he whispered before releasing your hand and his fingers went to fiddle with your clit. Your thigh muscles tensed up, your upper half shaking against Gojo’s chest, and the boy smiled as he watched your milked-filled tits bounce in circular motions while milk dripped from your nipples yet again. 

"Good fucking girl, so fucking good for me mama," he praised, and those little praises had your body shivering. "Cum for me baby," and just like that you are experiencing yet another overwhelming orgasm. Strings of moans and his name fell from your lips, crying as he fucked you through your orgasm. His orgasm was not too far off from yours, just a couple more thrusts had him biting your jaw as he came deep inside your womb. He was shaking, the rhythm of his hips was now a mess as he continued to paint your walls with his thick cum. 

“Fuck that was amazing!” you moaned. 

“Mhm… I am gonna let you rest up a bit before round two mama,” Gojo whispered breathlessly. 

“That would be nice.” Gojo peppered your cheeks with kisses as he gently pulled out of you and then allowed you to fall face-first against the mattress. He did not waste much time hopping off the bed and quickly making his way towards the door. 

“Satoru baby, what's wrong?” You asked him. 

“It is nothing, just making sure that the door is locked. We do not want anyone spying on us now would we,” Gojo said while smiling at your husband as he slowly closed the door. 

“Do not be ridiculous, Satoru. We are the only ones here.” 

“Yeah, you are right. Now I wanna suck on your titties while you rest mama, are you gonna let me?” 

Poor Mr. Hiroshima huh!

Later that night. 

“You enjoyed the show, Mr. Hiroshima? It was wonderful, wasn’t it? I bet you didn't know that she could cum like that?” Gojo taunted Mr. Hiroshima as he slowly made his way into your kitchen to grab a bottom of water to rehydrate himself. He wore himself down after the second round of sex. 

“Have nothing to say, Mr. Hiroshima?” Gojo asked the man as he watched as he swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand. “Hm, I figured. After all there is nothing left to say now, I mean you did masturbate while watching as I fucked your wife. Such a dirty old pervert.” 

If looks could kill, then Gojo would have been dead ten times over. But that did not faze him, as a matter of fact, Gojo just laughed as he twisted open the bottle cap and quickly gulped down the water. 

“Well, I better get back to bed, Y/N needs me for the night. She will be up again begging me to fuck her back to sleep. I hope all those whores were worth it. Thanks to you, she will soon be mine. Anyways, later old man.” 

Your husband growls, swearing that what happened tonight will be the last time.

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝.

@getosbigballsack 2023

[09:17] fortune cookies with gojo satoru

warnings none just fluff

other timestamps

"the movie is starting, quick!"

scattering, you sort out the couch and place the blankets and pillows in their rightful areas before sitting in your seat, waiting for your boyfriend to tinally come downstairs after his so called bathroom break. you bring the chinese takeout you ordered closer to the two of you so there was less effort when having to eat something during the movie

"you take forever, did you know that?" you sighed as satoru finally takes a seat beside you, placing an arm around your shoulder.

"excuse me i just want to look good for you my love." he smiles cheekily, before earning a scoff from you.

it's silent for a few moments, before the movie finally begins, and the two of you chose to watch tangled; yet again. how are you not tired of this movie? satoru asks every time, where you respond with a: if you love something so much, then it shouldn't be tiring at all.

every few minutes or so, you shifted in your seat, placing a pillow beside you, or moving closer to satoru to find the perfect position, until you've finally found solace on his sculpted thighs.

"you're so comfy to lay on, satoru." you snuggle in closer to his body as he chuckles.

"is that all i am to you? a pillow?" you laugh, pulling him closer to your body and ignoring his question as your favourite scene in the movie follows, where eugene continues to tell rapunzel that she was his new dream as he dies in her embrace.

you sniffle for a few moment, letting droplets of tears onto satoru's lap, until he shifts you back upright into your seat and stares at you for a few moments.

"can we eat the fortune cookies now?" he asks.

"i thought you wanted to eat them last, you always do." you bring the fortune cookies that were on each designated side for the two of you, satoru taking the cookie on the left side of the table, and you taking the cookie on the right side of the table.

"i wanted to switch things up a bit." he smiles, which you found rather suspicious.

"alright then, but if i don't like my fortune i'm gonna pretend we never had these in the first place." you scowl, ripping the packet off of the fortune cookie which you would never had expected to open so early in the night.

he counts down, and the two of you grip the seams of the snack, before snapping it into two, expecting some half ass fortune like "luck will come your way". instead, you're blessed with a silver band, holding a diamond, glaring at your eyes as if to say: i belong to you.

you gasp as you look at the ring in your hands, and blink back at your boyfriend who's recomposing himself and clearing his throat. he budges closer to you, as tears well up in your eyes.

"satoru, is this a-" you choke up.

"y/n, i've spent four years with you, four years that i've loved, i want to keep spending these years with you and grow old together. and i chose to propose to you here, because i think you'd much rather the sentiment of this memory taking place in our apartment living room, rather than some fancy restaurant that we both know will cost a fortune. so, i'm just going to be straight up with it, l/n y/n, the light of my life, the person of my dreams, will you marry me, gojo satoru, the most annoying man in the world?" sobbing, you nod shakily and quickly slip the ring on your fingers before abruptly pulling him in for a hug, as he rubs circles on the small of your back.

"what if you don't want to marry me anymore? what if you get tired of me satoru?" even as the credits to the movie show, you wail louder, unsurprisingly.

satoru exhales heavily before staring at you for a prolonged minute. "it's just as you said, if you really love something, it won't be tiring at all." it stays that way for a few more moments, until you wipe away your tears and pull away from satoru

"is this why you wanted to eat the fortune cookies early?"

"honey, you're so clueless, i thought you would've already picked that up." he laughs heartily as he holds you in his embrace again.

a/n: hi. its been a while <3

.jjk characters as the seven deadly sins

.pairings; gojo satoru x gn!reader, zen'in naoya x gn!reader, getou suguru x gn!reader, fushiguro megumi x gn!reader, fushiguro toji x gn!reader, itadori yuuji x gn!reader, nanami kento x gn!reader

.wc; 2.29k

.tw; infidelity, toxic relationships, profanity, mentions of alcohol, threats of violence

SUMMARY

As normal as they may seem, everyone's got a flaw to them, although this time these men are the name holders to these titles. It's not until later on you find out the harm these men have inflicted on others is just as much harm they're going to inflict upon you. So save yourself before they try anything (although it's already too late).

.PRIDE#% - Getou Suguru

Suguru is a prideful man, refuses to apologise even knowing when he is in the wrong, he looks like your regular cocky guy but turns out to actually be a crazy egotistical bastard and would rather eat a dead owl than apologise to the love of his life because it hurts his pride knowing that he had to bow down or beg for forgiveness. He thinks he can solve the problem by showering you with gifts or riches, unbeknownst to the fact that all it takes to sort it out between the two of you is if he grows the hell up and apologises when necessary. You fell for him because of his gallant and chivalrous demeanour, you had thought his cockiness was a front or a satirical role he played in order to entertain others, never had you knew it would be his downfall and the ugly side others talk about when talking about their partners.

"Do you have anything you want to say?" You ask expectantly, as a result of waiting for him for three days after an argument he had instigated.

Silence befalls and you tap your foot impatiently, trying to make eye contact as he avoids it with every chance he gets.

"No, do I need to say something?" He scoffs.

.GREED#% - Zen'in Naoya

Naoya likes his status, enjoys the attention, money, gifts and the ladies whose faces or names he'll never remember. He likes you because you're new, fresh, something he can't get enough of. So what happens when he likes you too much? Social interactions are limited, outings with friends have decreased and even rights to being able to walk around in your own home comfortably has disappeared; Naoya wants to keep you all to himself and his money is the only thing he thinks will make you stay, because it's the only thing that he can live off of happily. Despite wanting you all to himself, he barely sees you in person. He's always too busy working to earn more money "to survive" even though you both know its so he can reassure that he still has the ability to keep the riches he inherited.

"Naoya can I have this shirt?" You plead, bringing out the graphic white tee he barely wears.

"No, it's mine." He shoots a glare at you.

"But you don't even wear it," you tug on his arm ever so slightly to possibly persuade him.

"Do I look like I care? Get your own shit." He swats his arm away and walks off to finish his paperwork, leaving you to your previous activities.

.LUST#% - Gojou Satoru

Satoru was a kind man when you first met, courteous, handsome, polite and knew his boundaries; it was what made you fall for him in the first place. The first few dates were wonderful and it went on for a few weeks, like a casual relationship, the sex was great the communication was great, nothing was wrong, your relationship was as healthy as a horse. So when you visited him at his place to find him having sex with another person wasn't something you were exactly pleased with, especially since he had told you countless times he'd never felt that way about anyone. So when asking him why he did that, he simply replied with a "I can't help it." and somehow droned on that they were hot and into him and it was enough for him to get in bed with them even though he knew he was in a "committed" relationship with you.

"Satoru, where have you been?" Yawning, you rub your eyes to awaken yourself as you waited for him all night on the couch.

"Oh, you're- you're uh awake." He flinches, probably surprised by your sudden presence when he finally comes back home. "I was just with Suguru, we had a mission and it took a little longer than expe-" he stops as he notices your sigh.

"I'm going to bed, Satoru." Walking away, pretending to ignore his disheveled state and realising that he could never truly stay loyal to you.

.ENVY#% - Fushiguro Megumi

Like any teenage boy, Megumi thought he had expectations to follow that were given by society and felt jealousy of course when others were able to achieve the things he couldn't. For instance beauty; although it is objective (and he knows that), and propagated by a toxic society, he feels a need to achieve that asset of being known as a good looking person rather than looking from within. He'll even go to the furthest of lengths to get you in his attempts of looking good for the general public to conceal his raging envy of those that (he definitely) considered were better than him despite your countless attempts to remind him that you loved him for the way he was. His envy and jealousy was toxic that it almost stopped you from being able to hang out with friends or people that he accused were in love with you, only being able to pull it off by saying "It's because you're so beautiful." He enjoys the sensation of others staring at him in desire to compensate for his jealousy over you.

"Were you looking at that guy?" He puts his drink on the table, harsher than usual.

"Megumj- no, what the hell?" You choke on your beverage, patting your chest with the palm of your hand to alleviate the pain from his sudden question.

"You're such a liar, I know you were looking at him. You probably thought he was handsome or better than me-" He rambles on and on, rendering you speechless.

He leaves no space for your explanation as he gets up from the café and leaves you behind to pay the bill.

.GLUTTONY#% - Fushiguro/Zen'in Toji

Sadlt, Toji does not know when to stop. Growing up in the Zen'in Estate, they did not provide him with necessities that he considered luxuries. So when he ran away and lived a life of his own, he didn't know boundaries. He leeched off of women's paychecks, never became the homebody he had dreamt to be as a child due to the fact that he was accustomed to never having a place to stay in properly (most likely rooted from his childhood). Meeting you was like he had found a sanctuary; somewhere he was comfortable staying in permanently. Little did you know he brought along his own luggage that would potentially ruin your bond. Toji was known for his alcohol jones, yet you had not been taught this information. So arriving home to him to confront as to why he had spent thousands of yen on sake had become a great surprise to you the first time it occurred. He was laid out on your white couch, with an ochoko in his clutches with his head lolled back, his cheeks tinted an intense flush of red. You watched him in awe as he traced his finger around the brim of the ceramic cup, completely ignoring your existence.

"Toji-kun." You call out to him, in hopes that he'll explain why he's almost drained your bank account. "Toji, hey. look at me." You snap your fingers in front of him.

"Mm, what, what do you want?" He slurs, tilting his head back up towards your direction. "Oh! It's you, hey do you think I can borrow your card? Mine is frozen for personal reasons and I need to buy something it's urgent."

"Like what, alcohol?" Astonished, he nods and you feel a twinge in your chest. Is that all you were to him, a wallet? A source of income?

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He sits back up properly. "I just finished this last bottle and I don't feel fulfilled enough." He taps the, what seems to be sixth bottle of sake.

"Haven't you had enough, you've practically emptied my bank account." You were convinced this man was going to die of alcohol poisoning, but seeing as he was still functioning and speaking to you showed you otherwise.

"When you got in this relationship, you also have to accept my love for this god given beverage. Now where's the money?" His joking tone had no affect on lightening the mood, rather it made it worse and you still gave in to his unhealthy urges.

.WRATH#% - Itadori Yuuji

Yuuji is a bubbly boy, with a forgiving character that is quick to look over issues. Or so you thought. You had only been with each other for a few months and the first wave together was heaven. He was doting, collected and knew where his priorities lay when necessary. So it was a surprise to see him practically burst into flames when he'd found out that you lied of your whereabouts on saturday. Not only was he of gregarious traits, he'd seemed to hoard a certain attribute of clinginess, and hated not knowing where you were almost every hour of the day. He'd pester you with texts, and at first you liked it; thinking it was cute but it had grown to something obsessive and when he'd discovered that you weren't actually with your family for an important event, and cooking for yourself in your kitchen apartment he'd shouted at you as if you'd committed a grave sin against the gods, cursing out your name, saying things you'd never expect from him. it seemed that his anger would get the best of him.

"Yuuji, I just wanted some space and I thought you'd be upset if I told you the truth." You cowered away from him as he seethed at the sight of you.

"You're a bitch for that." You'd expected something less aggressive, maybe even throwing an object wouldn't have rubbed as much salt in the wound compared to the stone cold insult he used towards you.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorryー I just wanted some spa-" He huffs in vexation, completely in disbelief at your actions. His feelings weren't even hurt by the fact that his lover had not wanted to hang out with him; he was rather more enraged at the fact that you had the audacity to lie to him after he treated you so well.

"Shut the fuck up, you want space, you'll get space. And to think, I was so nice to you. The next time I see you, I just might break your bones." He scoffs in a mocking tone, ignoring the glimmer in your eyes flicker with fear from his words.

He slams the door shut, probably on his way to let out the anger he had pent up from your past couple months together. I guess that's another relationship down the drain, he says.

He'd genuinely believe this one would last too.

.SLOTH#% - Nanami Kento

Kento was comfortable. So he stayed comfortable. He was happy with his job as an office worker, and the schedule set for him. He never strayed away from the path that avoided overtime, and was able to spend time with himself to sleep or read for the rest of the evening. And being with you, well he was comfortable with that too. That was until you began to ask for more in the relationship; leaving him to be uncomfortable and unwilling to put effort into your relationship. He'd never bother with physical affection because he believed him being in a relationship with you was enough proof of his feelings for you. He hated when you'd ask for things as simple as going to the grocery store together. Despite looking like a composed responsible man with his life in order, he'd only ever seem to move when it was necessary to his standard. Driving in the car with you was comfortable, until you'd ask if he wanted to go to a party that satoru had invited you to; only to be shut down with the excuse that "We go out too much I'm tired." At first it was understandable as he was a busy man working in an office, but he'd always come home at 6:45pm on the dot, expecting you to have done all the cooking and cleaning for him as he was always too tired; he'd then spend the rest of the weekend ignoring you and would only interact if there was food being served.

"Kento do you want to-"

"No, I'm tired." He shoos you away as he slips off his shoes, and switching into a pair of house slippers. He hands you his bag, loosens his tie and takes off his glasses.

"But you said that last week, and the week before that. Kento, we haven't done anything for the past month and a half, and the last time we did something you went back upstairs." You muttered in the nicest tone you could so you wouldn't come off as clingy or annoying to him.

"Why do you always need me to reassure you about this relationship? Surely me being in it is enough evidence. Just be glad with what you have now." He sighs, manspreading on the couch.

"It's not reassuring, it's normal things that couples do. It feels like you don't actually want to be in this relationship with me, Kento are you sleeping? Seriously?" You sigh as he dozes off.

As understanding as you were, it was getting harder to sympathise with him and exist according to his tastes in the scenario that you'd piss him off after a long day at work. But with the past few weeks, he'd only ever greet you in the mornings after you'd wake up, bid farewell when he left for work, said hello when he'd arrive back on time, and bid goodnight before you slept. Any other conversation outside of those topics were a rare occurence, and you'd realised that Nanami Kento was just not bothered.

a/n: idk how i feel ab this i tried to portray the sins as best as i could,,,i got this bc i've been playing obey me! again but i hope u guys like it <3

.jjk characters as the seven deadly sins

.pairings; gojo satoru x gn!reader, zen'in naoya x gn!reader, getou suguru x gn!reader, fushiguro megumi x gn!reader, fushiguro toji x gn!reader, itadori yuuji x gn!reader, nanami kento x gn!reader

.wc; 2.29k

.tw; infidelity, toxic relationships, profanity, mentions of alcohol

SUMMARY

as normal as they may seem, everyone's got a flaw to them, although this time these men are the name holders to these titles. it's not until later on you find out the harm these men have inflicted on others is just as much harm they're going to inflict upon you. so save yourself before they try anything (although it's already too late).

.PRIDE#% - getou suguru

suguru is a prideful man, refuses to apologise even knowing when he is in the wrong, he looks like your regular cocky guy but turns out to actually be a crazy egotistical bastard and would rather eat a dead owl than apologise to the love of his life because it hurts his pride knowing that he had to bow down or beg for forgiveness. he thinks he can solve the problem by showering you with gifts or riches, unbeknownst to the fact that all it takes to sort it out between the two of you is if he grows the hell up and apologises when necessary. you fell for him because of his outgoing and lively demeanour, you had thought his cockiness was a front or a satirical role he played in order to entertain others, never had you knew it would be his downfall and the ugly side others talk about when talking about their partners.

"do you have anything you want to say?" you ask expectantly, as a result of waiting for him for three days after an argument he had instigated.

silence befalls and you tap your foot impatiently, trying to make eye contact as he avoids it with every chance he gets.

"no, do i need to say something?" he scoffs.

.GREED#% - zen'in naoya

naoya likes his status, enjoys the attention, money, gifts and the ladies whose faces or names he'll never remember. he likes you because you're new, fresh, something he can't get enough of. so what happens when he likes you too much? social interactions are limited, outings with friends have decreased and even rights to being able to walk around in your own home comfortably has disappeared; naoya wants to keep you all to himself and his money is the only thing he thinks will make you stay, because it's the only thing that he can live off of happily. despite wanting you all to himself, he barely sees you in person. he's always too busy working to earn more money "to survive" even though you both know its so he can reassure that he still has the ability to keep the riches he inherited.

"naoya can i have this shirt?" you plead, bringing out the graphic white tee he barely wears.

"no, it's mine." he shoots a glare at you.

"but you don't even wear it-" you tug on his arm ever so slightly to possibly persuade him.

"do i look like a care? get your own shit." he swats his arm away and walks off to finish his paperwork, leaving you to your previous activities.

.LUST#% - gojou satoru

satoru was a kind man when you first met, courteous, handsome, polite and knew his boundaries; it was what made you fall for him in the first place. the first few dates were wonderful and it went on for a few weeks, like a casual relationship, the sex was great the communication was great, nothing was wrong, your relationship was as healthy as a horse. so when you visited him at his place to find him having sex with another person wasn't something you were exactly pleased with, especially since he had told you countless times he'd never felt that way about anyone. so when asking him why he did that, he simply replied with a "i can't help it." and somehow droned on that they were hot and into him and it was enough for him to get in bed with them even though he knew he was in a "committed" relationship with you.

"satoru, where have you been?" yawning, you rub your eyes to awaken yourself as you waited for him all night on the couch.

"oh, you're- you're uh awake." he flinches, probablt surprised by your sudden presence when he finally comes back home. "i was just with satoru, we had a mission and it took a little longer than expe-" he stops as he notices your sigh.

"i'm going to bed satoru." walking away, pretending to ignore his disheveled state and realising that he could never truly stay loyal to you.

.ENVY#% - fushiguro megumi

like any teenage boy, megumi thought he had expectations to follow that were given by society and felt jealousy of course when others were able to achieve the things he couldn't. for instance beauty; although it is objective (and he knows that), and propagated by a toxic society, he feels a need to achieve that asset of being known as a good looking person rather than looking from within. he'll even go to the furthest of lengths to get you in his attempts of looking good for the general public to conceal his raging envy of those that (he definitely) considered were better than him despite your countless attempts to remind him that you loved him for the way he was. his envy and jealousy was toxic that it almost stopped you from being able to hang out with friends or people that he accused were in love with you, only being able to pull it off by saying "it's because you're so beautiful.". he enjoys the sensation of others staring at him in desire to compensate for his jealousy over you.

"were you looking at that guy?" he puts his drink on the table, harsher than usual.

"megumi- no, what the hell?" you choke on your beverage, patting your chest with the palm of your hand to alleviate the pain from his sudden question.

"you're such a liar, i know you were looking at him. you probably thought he was handsome or better than me-" he rambles on and on, rendering you speechless.

he leaves no space for your explanation as he gets up from the café and leaves you behind to pay the bill.

.GLUTTONY#% - fushiguro/zen'in toji

sadly, toji does not know when to stop. growing up in the zen'in estate, they did not provide him with necessities that he considered luxuries. so when he ran away and lived a life of his own, he didn't know boundaries. he leeched off of women's paychecks, never became the homebody he had dreamt to be as a child due to the fact that he was accustomed to never having a place to stay in properly (most likely rooted from his childhood). meeting you was like he had found a sanctuary; somewhere he was comfortable staying in permanently. little did you know he brought along his own luggage that would potentially ruin your bond. toji was known for his alcohol jones, yet you had not been taught this information. so arriving home to him to confront as to why he had spent thousands of yen on sake had become a great surprise to you the first time it occurred. he was laid out on your white couch, with an ochoko in his clutches with his head lolled back, his cheeks tinted an intense flush of red. you watched him in awe as he traced his finger around the brim of the ceramic cup, completely ignoring your existence.

"toji." you call out to him, in hopes that he'll explain why he's almost drained your bank account. "toji, hey. look at me." you snap your fingers in front of him.

"mm, what what do you want?" he slurs, tilting his head back up towards your direction. "oh! it's you, hey do you think i can borrow your card? mine is frozen for personal reasons and i need to buy something it's urgent."

"like what, alcohol?" astonished, he nods and you feel a twinge in your chest. is that all you were to him, a wallet? a source of income?

"yeah, how'd you know?" he sits back up properly. "i jusy finished this last bottle and i don't feel fulfilled enough." he taps the, what seems to be sixth bottle of sake.

"haven't you had enough, you've practically emptied my bank account." you were convinced this man was going to die of alcohol poisoning, but seeing as he was still functioning and speaking to you showed you otherwise.

"when you got in this relationship, you also have to accept my love for this god given beverage. now where's the money?" his joking tone had no affect on lightening the mood, rather it made it worse and you still gave in to his unhealthy urges.

.WRATH#% - itadori yūji

yūji is a bubbly boy, with a forgiving character that is quick to look over issues. or so you thought. you had only been with each other for a few months and the first wave together was heaven. he was doting, collected and knew where his priorities lay when necessary. so it was a surprise to see him practically burst into flames when he'd found out that you lied of your whereabouts on saturday. not only was he of gregarious traits, he'd seemed to hoard a certain attribute of clinginess, and hated not knowing where you were almost every hour of the day. he'd pester you with texts, and at first you liked it; thinking it was cute but it had grown to something obsessive and when he'd discovered that you weren't actually with your family for an important event, and cooking for yourself in your kitchen apartment he'd shouted at you as if you'd committed a grave sin against the gods, cursing out your name, saying things you'd never expect from him. it seemed that his anger would get the best of him

"yūji, i just wanted some space and i thought you'd be upset if i told you the truth." you cowered away from him as he seethed at the sight of you.

"you're a bitch for doing that." you'd expected something less aggressive, maybe even throwing an object wouldn't have rubbed as much salt in the wound compared to the stone cold insult he used towards you.

"i didn't mean to hurt you i'm sorry i just wanted some spa-" he huffs in vexation, completely in disbelief at your actions. his feelings weren't even hurt by the fact that his lover had not wanted to hang out with him; he was rather more enraged at the fact that you had the audacity to lie to him after he treated you so well.

"shut the fuck up, you want space, you'll get space. and to think, i was so nice to you. the next time i see you, i just might break your bones." he scoffs in a mocking tone, ignoring the glimmer in your eyes flicker with fear from his words.

he slams the door shut, probably on his way to let out the anger he had pent up from your past couple months together. i guess that's another relationship down the drain, he says.

he'd genuinely believe this one would last too.

.SLOTH#% - nanami kento

kento was comfortable. so he stayed comfortable. he was happy with his job as an office worker, and the schedule set for him. he never strayed away from the path that avoided overtime, and was able to spend time with himself to sleep or read for the rest of the evening. and being with you, well he was comfortable with that too. that was until you began to ask for more in the relationship; leaving him to be uncomfortable and unwilling to put effort into your relationship. he'd never bother with physical affection because he'd believed him being in a relationship with you was enough proof of his feelings for you. he hated when you'd ask for things as simple as going to the gricery store together. despite looking like a composed responsible man with his life in order, he'd only ever seem to move when it was necessary to his standard. driving in the car with you was comfortable, until you'd ask if he wanted to go to a party that satoru had invited you to; only to be shut down with the excuse that "we go out too much i'm tired.". at first it was understandable as he was a busy man working in an office, but he'd always come home at 6:45pm on the dot, expecting you to have done all the cooking and cleaning for him as he was always too tired; he'd then spend the rest of the weekend ignoring you and would only interact if there was food being served.

"kento do you want to-"

"no, i'm tired." he shooes you away as he slips off his shoes, and switching into a pair of house slippers. he hands you his bag, loosens his tie and takes off his glasses.

"but you said that last week, and the week before that. kento, we haven't done anything for the past month and a half, and the last time we did something you went back upstairs." you muttered in the nicest tone you could so you wouldn't come off as clingy or annoying to him.

"why do you always need me to reassure you about this relationship? surely me being in it is enough evidence. just be glad with what you have now." he sighs, manspreading on the couch.

"it's not reassuring, it's normal things that couples do. it feels like you don't actually want to be in this relationship with me, kento are you sleeping? seriously?" you sigh as he dozes off.

as understanding as you were, it was getting harder to sympathise with him and exist according to his tastes in the scenario that you'd piss him off after a long day at work. but with the past few weeks, he'd only ever greet you in the mornings after you'd wake up, bid farewell when he left for work, said hello when he'd arrive back on time, and bid goodnight before you slept. any other conversation outside of those topics were a rare occurence, and you'd realised that nanami kento was just not bothered.

a/n: idk how i feel ab this i tried to portray the sins as best as i could,,,i got this bc i've been playing obey me! again but i hope u guys like it <3

this hurt in the right ways omfg

Suitable Enough

Gojo Satoru x reader

summary: and what if all you need to destroy a relationship is one single moment? c.w.: angst, no comfort. hurt. classism (status difference). fyi I detest meimei thus I use her as a plot device here. it's sad. 3.4k. no curse au. modern au. corporate setting. fem reader (no physical description but use of she/her). a.n.: I felt violent for no good reason and started writing this, lmao. I've been writing all this cute stuff about satoru, felt like I needed to change it up a little bit. I just wanted problems, basically. sorry in advance, everyone 😔✊🏽 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✿◡‿◡

Two hours ago, you were fine. Or at least you didn’t care so much about “status.” 

Two hours ago, you loved her boyfriend, and you were happy, and all was well. 

An hour and fifty-two minutes ago, you went up to the administrative floor to drop off some documents, walked the corner to MeiMei’s office and overheard a “meeting”. You didn’t think it was important, or at least the serious parts of the conversation had already been dealt with. They were all up there, all the people in a high position in your company. Executives, officials and whatnot, including your loving boyfriend. 

That was the world he belonged to, the one you didn’t really meddle with.

“You’re still messing with that girl from the design department Satoru?” MeiMei had asked. There were laughs, you couldn’t tell who they belonged to. You stayed frozen where you were, at the mention of you — “hopefully he isn’t messing with another girl in my department”, you thought as a joke to yourself. Maybe you should have just gone along with your task and left. Actually, this was supposed to be an assistant’s task, and you had randomly volunteered to bring the papers up since you had time and the assistant was occupied. Maybe it would have been better to stay back and let someone else do it. 

“Yeah, so?” Your boyfriend’s voice followed, there was a slight harshness in his tone, almost imperceptible. He doesn’t like this subject, the way the question is formulated, the mention of his girlfriend this way, but he says nothing. 

“You know your parents aren’t going to like her right? She brings… nothing. Essentially.” MeiMei continued. At this, you felt something tighten in your chest. 

All he did is hum. 

You knew this. Technically, you did not bring anything to his corporate persona. But that didn’t matter, that wasn’t why you were with him anyways. 

“Aren’t they sending you on those dates with girls from good families?” That voice you recognized, it belonged to Geto, Satoru’s closest friend. 

“Yeah, every couple of months.” You didn’t know this. Did he seriously go to these things? He said he had “family meetings”, where they actually dates to set him up with people better for him? 

“So what Satoru? You’re gonna eventually choose one that matches with your status and keep her as a side piece or just dump her?” There was accusation in Geto’s tone. You held back a gasp at the question, but you knew Satoru’s answer to it could make or break your relationship. There’s a beat of silence. What does he need to think about his answer for? This man told you he loved you this very morning, he doesn’t have to-

“I don’t know.” He finally said and you felt like the air had been punched out of your lungs. 

Oh. 

Okay. 

You thought you’d heard enough. 

I should do my job and get out of here.

This was a crowd you doesn’t meddle with. 

Any of them. 

You cleared your throat as you walked into the office, to make your presence known. They’re all suddenly quiet, eerily so. 

“Miss MeiMei, I was sent up to bring these documents for you to sign. Mr. Yoshida told me to insist that he needs them today.” You said this with no emotion in her voice, no expression on your face. Sometimes, in dire moments like this one, you simply got out of your body, went through the motions. You hand the papers to the woman, and MeiMei takes them. Her eyes seemed wary, she looked between “the girl from the design department” and Satoru but decided to keep quiet. MeiMei was a shit-stirrer, but she couldn’t face the music this directly. The second she took the papers, you turned on my heel and walk off. You didn’t even notice the faces of the other few people in the room, you didn’t even give Satoru a glance. 

“She didn’t hear us. Did she?” Somebody asks, you didn’t care about who it was.

You are at the elevator a few seconds after that incident, clicking on the button when your wrist is grabbed by someone. You turn and you see him. Usually, the sight of him makes your eyes light up, he notices how they don’t do so at the moment. He says your name, almost as a question. Almost as if he’s asking, “did you hear us?” But if you didn’t how can he bring it up to you?

You look down at his hand around your wrist, and you feel the warmth radiating from his fingers. This usually would make your skin tingle a little, your heart flutter in delight. You love this man that much. But there’s a numbness in your entire body, and his touch feels so foreign. You bring your free hand to his and you firmly pry it off. 

The elevator opens and you walk in. You click on your floor’s button as you turn around, he looks at you with some form of despair in his eyes. He says your name again, you don’t respond. Not because you don’t want to — although it’s a bit because of that — but because you can’t. Your body and mind are protecting you, you’re on autopilot, you’re removing yourself from this. It will all hit soon enough. 

You heard. 

Satoru can’t bring himself to get in the elevator. He can’t handle the empty look in your eyes, or the way you took his hand off of your body. His legs feel like they’re about to go numb. This can’t be happening. 

You heard. 

You go through the rest of your workday like you’re in some sort of dream. You feel your phone vibrate multiple times on your desk, but you’re too far removed from it all to check it out. When it’s finally time to clock out, you shove it in your purse without looking at it and you leave the office building. 

These past few months, you’ve been used to Satoru driving you home, it might be interesting to get back to public transportation. And during the whole journey to your place, you’re still hazy, quiet, so you’re barely aware of your surroundings. 

It’s when you finally kick your shoes off at the entrance, hang your jacket and leave your purse on the counter of your kitchenette, that you feel sensations coming back to your body. With them, comes the familiar prickle of tears in your eyes. Why didn’t he correct MeiMei when she said, “messing around”? Was that how he presented those eight months to every one of his friends? Was that what he thought of your relationship? 

You try to take a deep breath, but it is a shuddering one, hearing yourself doesn’t help at all. You’re crying and it hurts violently. The pain is sprawling, its tentacles wrapping around your throat, squeezing. You think of this man you love, who claims he loves you and you feel lied to, as if he had lured you into a false sense of security. 

You didn’t even want to give him a chance in the first place.

You were aware of the gap between you. You knew he belonged to a certain group you weren’t at all a part of. You are a regular person, had a regular upbringing and you live a regular life. He is in that sphere of people who made decisions forothers, whether they like them or not. You thought it would never work at first, but he had been so good to you. 

Time passes as you stay on the floor of your apartment, luckily you’ve got floor heating. When you finally don’t have any more tears to cry, you gather yourself up enough to get your phone. There are over fifty notifications for messages and missed calls. Multiple variations of the same: 

Baby?  Where are you? Can we talk?  ✧✧✧, please answer me.  Please. I love you, you know I do. 

At the sight of it all, your eyes sting, but the tears don’t follow. Your breath is still quivering as you sigh. You don’t know what to tell him, if there’s even anything to say. You’re in pain but the rational part of you is already planning what things to get back to Satoru. You put the phone down on your counter, you’re not ready to face this quite yet. 

You go to the bathroom and try to get on with your usual routine. There are sobs here and there, dry and tearless, as you get in the shower, then out. When you get changed into something more comfortable, you purposely avoid anything of his, as if touching it could scorch you.

When you get back to your living-room, almost an hour later, you check the time. 8:37 pm. You got off work at 3:30, got home at 5, cried for almost two hours and here you are. Your phone vibrates on the counter and this time you actually go and check it out directly.

8:38 pm. toru 🩵 Baby, I’m downstairs, please. Please let me in. 

You look at the notifications, then click. Instantly, all his messages are read, but you don’t respond. You still don’t know what to say. The intercom near your door starts ringing. You’re pretty sure of who it’s going to be, should you choose to answer it. 

You do. 

It’s not at your pace, but there are two people involved, you can’t decide everything unilaterally. 

“Yes?” 

“Oh, thank fuck… baby… please let me up, let’s talk.” His voice sounds peculiar now, maybe because of the intercom, but there’s more to it. As if your pain was filtering it. 

“You have a key.” You answer flatly. 

“I didn’t want to intrude.” There’s a beat of silence. You’re glad he didn’t come up on his own. “Let me up?”

“No. I don’t want you to come up.” You say, you try to be firm but your voice wavers. 

“Baby-”

“I’ll come down instead.” You say before you hang up.

It’s better if he doesn’t come up to your apartment. It’ll be more difficult to have this conversation in closed quarters, to tell him what hurts without him coaxing you into his arms. You grab a large puffer jacket, usually for winter, it’s a little brisk outside, with autumn coming — makes you look like a football coach, he had joked the first time he saw you in it — and you head out. 

When Satoru sees you push your building door and walk out, he can’t help but sigh in relief. That feeling is short-lived though, once he notices the red in your eyes and the slight puffiness around them. Bile rises in his throat at the mere idea that you cried, and the whole thing replays in his mind, as it has been for hours now. He also takes note of the way you keep away from him, choosing to wrap your arms around yourself in comfort. 

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, you just stare in silence. He doesn’t say what for and that bothers you. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.” He adds after a few seconds. You think he’s just sorry that you heard, not that what was said was fucked up. 

“Do you and your friends always talk about… us… that way?” You ask first, his mouth opens, you don’t let him say anything. “I’m just the girl you’re messing with?” 

“No! No. You’re my girlfriend, my baby.” 

“Why didn’t you say it then? Why did you just let her say that and let them laugh? Did you laugh with them?” Your voice rises a little, you take a deep breath to calm yourself down. You don’t want to yell, but there’s anger bubbling in your throat, it’s better than the crying, you suppose. 

He didn’t think you heard that, he thought you only caught the part about the set-ups his parents send him to. And now he knows how much he fucked up. 

“Baby that’s- it’s not-” there’s really no excuse. Why didn’t he correct MeiMei, defend you, your relationship? He’s not sure, really. Because he did think about it, he just didn’t act on it. He recalls how long it took to court you. Months of you not caring much for his attention because, well, you’re not in the olden days, but Satoru’s a corporate nepo baby and you were not born into wealth. 

“What? It’s not what, Gojo?” You hate his hesitation, his stutter, how he’s incapable of saying he loves you and wants to be with you to his friends. 

“No. Don’t do that. Don’t Gojo me, baby… I fucked up okay? I know I did. But please-“ 

“And you’ve been going on dates too? With what- girls your family finds “acceptable” enough for you? Oh! And what did you say? You don’t know, Gojo? You don’t know if you’re gonna dump me or keep me as a side piece? You think I’m gonna-”you pause here, take another deep breath, your voice was cracking so violently through the whole thing, matching the anger and the pain. “You’re not doing that to me. I’m not- I’ll make it easier even, how about we b-”

“No! No, don’t say that!” He screams this, lurching towards you and bringing you into his arms. “Don’t finish that sentence. We’re not- no.” 

You let him squeeze you to him a little too long and you feel the tears prickle your eyes again, and you thought you’d cried enough. Your hands are balled into fists, you manage to slip them up to his lower stomach and you push him, softly, off of you. 

“I want a break, then.” You say, when he lets you go — barely, his hands are still on your arms.

“Baby…” Is all he can muster.

“You should give me back my key.” You add. This feels like a punch in the gut to him. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

He watches you detach his apartment key from your chain as if he’s in some alternate reality. 

This doesn’t feel real. There’s a sour taste in his mouth as he looks at the palm of your hand, his key in it. He can’t help the slight tremble of his fingers as he takes it back from you. He gives yours back and it feels like you’re ripping his arms off.

He’s glad you let him press a kiss to your temple before you get back up to your place. It’s going to be alright, or at least he hopes it will. You just need time, right?

▪︎▪︎▪︎

After your exchange with Satoru, you feel entirely depleted, you know you need some time. But this hurts. It feels like the floor is caving in and every second you’re not falling into a hole is a surprise. 

You call off work for the next few days and try to organize your thoughts. Time away from each other helps. It helps you put things into perspective. You and Satoru didn’t argue much before this, you had disagreements here and there, but no full-blown arguments. This was harder, deeper, than anything you’ve been through. You don’t know how anyone else would’ve reacted to it, but it makes you think. 

If you move past this, continued the relationship, then what? You’re still you and he’s still him. Then something like this happens again because you don’t fit into his world somehow. And again. And again. You don’t want that for yourself.

You think of how Satoru never hung out with your friends, and you didn’t hang out with his. Your worlds never collided, and you didn’t demand it. Maybe you should have, it would certainly have ended the honeymoon phase earlier. Especially if his friend group thought your relationship was bound to crash and burn. And you would have known earlier that he wasn’t so sure about you. 

That thought hurts the most. 

Maybe breaking up is the only solution at this time. Because you’ll keep thinking about it. You don’t want a relationship tainted with resentment. How can this be fixed? 

You finally call him after two weeks, setting up a meeting in a café. 

▪︎▪︎▪︎

You’re nervous when you see him, you’ve missed him. And a large part of you wants to bring him into your arms and press his skin to yours. He looks tired, but still himself. He hesitates a moment when he sits in front of you at the table. You chose one near a window, somewhere in the back. His hands are on the table at first, they twitch slightly with the want to touch yours, he brings them to his lap. You don’t talk until you’ve both placed your orders. He takes a mocha with extra caramel syrup, you stick to a flat white. 

You both start speaking simultaneously, awkwardly laugh, before he gestures for you to talk. From the look on your face, he feels like lead is filling his stomach. Please don’t say what he thinks you’re going to say.

“I…” You start but suddenly stop, needing some time to gather your thoughts. You hate this.

“Uh… how have you been?” He attempts.

“I’m… I don’t know. Not great.” Maybe honesty is the way to go. “I’ve been thinking a lot. About everything. About us.”

“Hmm.” He hums, his leg is frantically moving under the table. 

“I think it would be best if we ended this here.” His knee knocks under the table. You startle a little. 

He whispers your name. He slides one of his hands towards your side, his palm up in invitation towards you. “I can… I can fix it, baby, please let me fix it.” 

“How? How are you going to fix it, Satoru?” You ask in the softest way you can. Once again, he is wordless. 

“I’ll… I don’t know but I can try.” His voice has a tremble to it, he’s about to cry. You try not to let the guilt eat at you. 

“Satoru… I just don’t trust you, anymore. I don’t know how we can fix that. You don’t know what you’ll do, right? About me, if you meet a girl that’s suitable enough.” You try to explain your reasoning, but nothing sounds logical in this. 

“I wouldn’t leave you. I never want to leave you.” He defends, fully crying now. 

The fact that you won’t grab his hand back is breaking his heart. It’s only fair though, he broke yours first. He knows though, that maybe it’s because he doesn’t have the backbone to tell his family and friends that he’s already chosen you, that you’re perfect for him. But his parents consider your relationship a distraction, just like MeiMei said, they think he’s messing around. How is he supposed to assert himself to his father, who holds his entire inheritance above his head as leverage? He doesn’t know how to deal with familial expectations, but he loves you. 

“What then? We pretend this never happened? I don’t think I can get over this, Satoru.” At your words he brings the hand you won’t take to his face, wipes the tears off but they’re instantly replaced by more. The sight makes you tear up.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I hurt you. I love you.” He apologizes and you don’t respond. You don’t want to be here, in this café anymore. He doesn’t know how to fix this, you don’t either. It hurts and that’s it. 

“I know. And I-I love you too, I really do. But love isn’t everything.” You say with finality. It’s not enough to love each other, not with how different your lives are. “I’ll send you back your things.” You mumble as you stand, ready to leave.

He wants to grab your hand, promise you the world, but he doesn’t. He can’t. That would be lying to you, and he doesn’t want to lie to you anymore. He wants to tell you not to send him his stuff back, it would make it all too real, but he can’t do that either. He pursued you so fervently all those months ago, but he can’t figure out how to make you stay. He’s scared of losing you, but he’s also scared of how it would go with his parents should he choose you. That’s unfair to you, he knows, so he has to let you go.

“I’ll miss you.” He says as you leave, you nod because your throat is tight with the need to cry. Just then, the server comes back with your coffees. 

Satoru's own personal masterlist a.n.: if you've gotten all the way here, thank you ♡ hehe i hope you enjoyed this, pls feel free to tell me your thoughts about it! me personally, I'd have started throwing things in MeiMei's office, but that's just me though.

a love unrequited

tw: angst

summary: you’re desperately in love with gojou satoru, but you’ll never let him know, because you’ll always be his best friend.

a/n: smthn quick idk i’m sorry for my inactivity

a disease that ate away at you slowly, your remnants crumbling into what could only be deciphered as a smile

“this is keiko.” his bare face exposed to the unfamiliar girl before you, blindfold nowhere to be found. a state of himself he only let those dear to his heart see. a state of himself that he let her see.

you watch as your best friend gently grasps the woman before him as if she were the sun — his eyes admiring her every movement.

oh, how you wish it was you with gojo satoru wrapped around your finger.

how you prayed to the deities above that some day, maybe, possibly, you had a chance to show satoru what true, real, burning love from you was like.

but alas, you couldn’t dare to step out of the boundary he so clearly marked for you: the best friend. you couldn’t destroy his happiness, his wishes, his dreams.

you could only fantasise a future of being mrs. gojo. nothing more.

please do not plagiarise my work or share it on any other social media platform, thank you :).

reposts are appreciated!

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Redraw of this <3

Satoru Gojo who thinks about you all the time. His first thought after waking up is always you and the first thing he does every morning is looking to his side to see if you’re still next to him. Satoru Gojo is THE man you think of when thinking about husband material. Since meeting you you’re his top priority and all he can think of.

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tags: older reader x younger satoru gojo, squirting, slight overstimulation, oral (f), smut | gojo satoru

note: i actually don’t like this fr but lol

you’ve never had a real orgasm. not at all in your almost 33 years. no man has ever even almost got you there. but you didn’t know that, you thought you had one before. feeling a bit good and then the feeling disappeared. you were… satisfied maybe? but it was always like this with guys your age.

so you knew why it was different with satoru. but man, it was different. really different.

he was 6’7, had a pretty long and girthy cock between his legs and always had a goofy smile on his face. he was 25 and for some reason… he was interested in you, instead of the younger and presumably prettier girls in the office.

from the moment he transferred to your department, he was in your face and trying to get your attention. it was always something with him — picking up some coffee for you, walking you to your car, and flirting.

it was always something small… a whisper in the ear to praise you for the good job on your presentation or a hand on your lower back.

it was supposed to only be dinner. yet here you are, with him in your bed and his mouth on your cunt.

“you’re delicious.” he mutters, lapping at your folds, stretching your lips open so he can get every bit of wetness spilling out of you. he was avoiding your flit, getting closer and closer before he moved away to focus elsewhere. kissing the trail of wetness on your thighs or dipping his tongue back inside of you. your stomach clenched and you could feel more wetness spilling out and that’s when his lips met your clit — a tiny kiss before he rubbed his face into you and sucked hard enough to make your toes curl.

he can barely wait anymore, he climbs off the bed before removing the last layer of his clothing and rubbing his aching leaking cock against your folds. pushing in, you both moan.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, moving his hips back and forth, inching himself in. he’s holding back, seeing your face twist between pain and pleasure.

“please i—” your brain is fuzzy and feels like mush, you can barely think. he’s so big and just from what’s inside, he’s close to digging you out.

“shhh… you don’t have to beg senpai. i’ll give it to you right now,” his face is still wet with your juices as he speaks and he releases a short moan feeling you around him. “feels so good already—” he says.

pulling himself al the way out just to slam back inside of you, before he slows down so you can feel every inch of him. speeding his pace so his tip can just almost touch a spot that you never had touched before… a spot you didn’t know existed, but knowing that he was close to something and feeling it .. did something to you

“sator—ahh!” your thighs are shaking and you feels big pressure in your insides that make you try to move him off of you. “i feel like ‘m going to…” he’s slamming into you with one hand on your clit as if he knows what you’re going to say.

a squirt of wetness flows as he keeps moving inside of you and you can see that wetness on his lower half but he doesn’t seem to mind it; his face is in pure bliss as he stares back into your eyes. he pushes on your stomach more, more wetness leaking onto your sheets. your eyes are rolled back but he grips your thighs and forces you to sit on top of him.

“can’t-”

“but you will, right… for me, senpai?” and it was something about him calling you senpai again that made you squirt more uncontrollably, splashing more than just a stream. he grabs your ass and grips it hard, pulling you up and down his cock. your insides tightened around him and you unconsciously rolled your hips a few times.

you could feel a wave of everything washing over you, his cock hitting a different part deep inside you, which made your back snap and you wrap your legs around him even more, cumming in his lap with a big moan; a mixture of both cream and squirt soaking his lap.

“i’ll make sure you never forget who made you cum this hard.” he kisses you, grabbing your jaw so that you can open your mouth before he spits in your mouth and you groan, sinking your nails into his back.

you wake up late, almost in the middle of the afternoon, wrapped in your sheets and satoru gone. you aren’t so surprised but you put your robe on and walk down the stairs.

you hear talking or a bit of arguing.

“listen kid, im not leaving my daughters with you. now tell me—” you freeze at the voice of your ex and you see a fuming satoru.

“no you listen—”

holding the robe even more tightly together, you walk towards the two men to make your presence known. “c’mon girls, there’s food on the table.” your daughters race to the kitchen.

“wait babe, i made that for us—” you shoot him a stare and satoru shuts his mouth.

“thanks for dropping them off, have a good day.” you shut the door and sigh. “why didn’t you wake me?”

“i tried but you were so worn out. i guess i overdone it…”

“you guess? i never came in my life and you…” you whispered, feeling dizzy thinking about last night.

“let’s get you something to eat.”

[cws] fem reader. older woman/younger man. cheating. mentions of smoking. mentions of drinking. part 1 maybe. unedited.

Sometimes, when someone is young, there is always a mindset where they believe life revolves all around them—where they think that simply because they are young, they automatically stand on the highest pedestal of being intelligent. In some senses, their beliefs are so wide-spread that even the individuals around them tend to fall into that black hole as well, where despite their ages, the brain has yet to mature. You were once a happy woman, married to a beautiful husband who cherished everything about you. Meeting Gojo Satoru when he was in highschool was nothing short of fate, that’s what you liked to believe back then, he was talented at everything, adored by everyone—and so immensely ethereal it was hard to fathom he was human with an appearance so pure, his skin, hair, all of it resembled the clouds that the gods sit on. He had the face that an old master would paint to decipher an angel. Back then, you were all young and stupid, you particularly, on a different level, it wasn’t clear as before, but the memories were faint, bleary, like a forgotten song of childhood, but they were still there.

Personally, you couldn't remember the changes Satoru went through during his time in highschool, where his features became a little less soft and more masculine around the edges. Well, that’s all you could remember anyways, back when you took a young Ieri Shoko as an apprentice and caught subtle glances of him. Getou Suguru thought otherwise. He was quiet then, still is, you didn’t pay as much attention to him like you did with Satoru—despite them being best friends. You had known him as the boy who always had dark shadows under his eyes, purplish, bruise-like shadows, like he was suffering from a sleepless night. Suguru had a face you’d never expect to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Suguru would entice and humor you sometimes, he’d tell you how much his best friend has changed in ways that didn’t involve his physical features, he’d tell you how he was the first to likely see the changes of how Satoru would look at you through his eyes, the ones so polished, that it felt as if the blue pigments could only be found in dreams.

Suguru would tell you, how anyone could see it through Satoru’s eyes—how much softer they’d become when he would look at you and then fall in love all over again. 

You wondered, what had happened for Satoru to stop looking at you like that? 

The porcelain light winked off the sting of your lashes and settled into the flesh of your partially nude body, the surface of the water in your bathtub was still as flat as a mirror, catching each intricate feature of yours—only to throw it back into your face. There was no ripple or tide, and if it weren’t for the gray lace of your cigarette filtering through the air and the ring of your phone in your opposite hand, you would have assumed that time itself had stopped. 

Twenty-Six.

That was the number of times Satoru had called you since the first stars of the night. The water in the bathtub was beginning to grow cold, but the sting of gooseflesh running up the delicate skin of your body was enough to distract you from the silent buzz of your phone, to be frank, you weren’t sure if you had the guts to try and answer his frantic calls. After a quick drag of your dying cigarette, you kill it off in the glass tray beside you, watching as the fumes rose like the figure of a phoenix, and you childishly searched for any shape that could be formed with the gray, fickle smoke. Suddenly, the phone in your hands rang once again. When you were a child, there was always a side of you that allowed to choose scarily accurate guesses that always brought you something good, guesses like knowing who was about to walk through a door without hearing their footsteps, or guessing the color of a cup accurately with your eyes closed, little things like that. You didn’t have to check the caller ID in order to know who was trying to reach out to you, the soft bed of your thumb swiping across the screen.

“Hey.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper—but it was there. 

The opposite end of the call was quiet for a moment, a habit Shoko had whenever she called someone over the phone—something she wasn’t too fond of doing, but she would make an exception if it ever came to you. Always you. “..So? Should I schedule you a trip to the Cayman Islands? What about Miyako?” Her voice was soft, sweet in her own loner way, like the haunting echoes of a cave that harbored sirens. Shoko had been your best friend since she worked under you, after meeting in the more secluded parts of the hospital buildings where the stressed doctors and nurses went to have a quick smoke—the two of you clicked, she followed you like a magnet chasing towards its opposite end, growing closer and closer with each breath. You hardly blinked, your hair felt heavy, crystal water drops forming around, dripping onto your skin, your complexion refracting the pale light of the bathroom—you were something that could stun anyone to their core. 

“No, nothing like that.” Came your answer as manicured fingers got rid of the excess water in your hair, the water in the bathtub rippled around you like haloes as your bare legs shifted slightly. Silence graced the both of you again, and your fingers nearly trembled for another cigarette, aching, even.

“..Satoru let you go.” Shoko spoke again, so suddenly—her sudden words emphasizing the traits of her feline personality, your lips trembling for air, trying to come up with something clever to diversify the weight of devastation, but soon you realized that there are no words to dispute the feeling—calling it what it is. “Yeah.” Boundless embarrassment hooked into your chest and almost pulled it out entirely, as if the water hadn’t been cold enough, frigid heat stung painfully at your skin. The reciprocations of small breaths between Shoko’s lips had paused the minute she said this, almost as if she was captivated by your compliant statement. When you were a child, your mother always seemed to be amazed by how mature your brain seemed to be, if anything, you never believed her. It hadn’t been until high school that you truly realized just how true that statement seemed to be, back then—falling in love at the age of 17 held a kind of rarity that equated to finding rare gemstones, you thought so. When you were a teenager, you had always believed that the fragile beginnings of love was something only a few could find, mystifying around lands of infatuation until they finally found something real. 

It was why you were so, so incredibly hesitant to fall in love with Satoru even years after he finished high school. Back then, the two of you were young and full of life, youthful on different levels, he was far below your age for you to consider dating him at all—he was 16, you were freshly 28. Satoru was like nature’s graffiti; beautiful yet lawless, like he was the color after a storm that embraced the gray skies with open arms. You? You were more like nature’s poetry, gentle and lithe. Like every action you performed was meant to be on the surface of the earth. Or perhaps you were an author’s finest love story. You weren’t sure yet. 

Satoru barreled into your quiet, dark life like a blazing matchstick the very day he turned 21, he had a fire that made you so attentive to the dance of the flames—but you were so careful as to not to get burned, simply allured by the way he seemed to present the embers of his attitude in his tone. You’d never bothered to try and seek as to why Satoru could have been attracted to you, simply content with knowing that he valued you in some way. 

So mature, right? Perhaps that was the first mistake you had made. You wished you could have traveled back in time to tell your younger—supposedly mature self, to not fall for the boy with hair as white as the first winter snows, to save yourself from a life of pain. 

“What will you do now?” Shoko’s voice pulled you from the depths of reality like a savior, and you weaned off your plush bottom lip for a moment, before you allowed yourself to slink even further deeper into the frigid, cold water even more. It was almost starting to feel hot. “What do you think?” An elusive smile crawled onto your lips as you tapped the back of your head against the porcelain of the tub, taking in the relief that filled your lungs in the form of a heavy breath. It hardly helped, but it was something. 

“Well, you can’t go back to him, that’s for sure.” Shoko scoffed, tapping off the excess ash from her cigarette as she spoke into the phone. 

“You know I’m better than that, babe.” Your tone threatened to fall mute, only flashing a mere grin of gratitude that wasn’t quite convincing as you wanted it to be, devastation sunk right into your soul once again. You weren’t sad over the fact that you couldn’t go back to Satoru, you knew from the very deep depths of your brain that you would never go back to him no matter how much your big, golden polished heart wanted to. You were sad over the fact that it would take years to get over him, you were sad that your stupid heart blessed with the wit of a newborn angel, would likely yearn for Satoru no matter how much you know you would never have him back. Despite how much you would never take him back. Shoko spoke up once again, curiously. “Do you know the full story?” Came her question, there was slight shuffling through the other end, and you had a short feeling that she was getting ready to make her way over to ensure that you were fine. With that thought in your head, a small—short exhale escaped the plush of your lips, filtering through the air in a sweet, bell-chime manner as you helped yourself up from the bathtub. Soft flesh decorated with the crystalized droplets of water that luminated your body to an extent, tender spots pebbling as you eagerly brought a towel to your chilly self.

“I know enough. Young woman. Hormones. Something about his new secretary.” 

Shoko clicked her tongue, vibrant brown hair swirling in elegance as she locked her front door expertantly, dark lashes brushing against her fragile little beauty mark. “I don’t get it. Suguru and I have known him since childhood, it’s hard to believe he would pull something like this. Especially to you.” 

You grimaced, you wanted to laugh. Satoru was always a peculiar kid when you met him for the first time in your life, he being 16, you—28. You would always catch the way his eyes snaked their way around every inch of your face and chest with serpentine eagerness. You would tease him for that, too, not in a way that would initiate any romance, but how a woman would. You would magnify your lovely gaze towards him, lay a gentle finger under his chin and examine him like spectacles were placed over your gaze—forced to pile all of your raw attention to him. That’s when Satoru would crack from his sensuous facade and exhale shakily, comprehending the new feeling of a careful touch from a stunning, older woman. You could remember flashing him a gentle smile as you bid him an enigmatic farewell, leaving Satoru with a trembling bottom lip after the brush of his skin against yours. Back then, it was all playful teasing, you’d never register in your mind that he was really attracted to you.  You never acted on him either until he reached out to you when he was 21.

“..I don’t blame him.” Purring into the phone as you dried yourself off, catching your elegant features on the surface of your actual mirror with a slow blink of your nova eyes. Shoko made a sort of choking sound on the other end. “Huh? Are you kidding? He’d been pining after you since his junior year of highschool, why on earth would you not blame him for cheating on you?”

You sunk your tone into a softer, more somber one and let it into the air. 

“He’s still young, Shoko. It was a mistake on my end for letting it get this far.” 

 . ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡

Getou Suguru was quiet in most of his years in highschool, cool, calm and collected—graced with a mellow personality that charmed quiet girls without him even really trying. Always the peacemaker. Always the one to be bestowed right next to the sun that was Gojo Satoru, his forever best friend. Always there to keep the epiphany of a real angel from falling down habits that could cost him his life. Always there to help him when he seemed the lowest. Always there to clean up after his messes. Always there to listen to Satoru rant about the woman with captivating eyes. 

So, how on earth was Suguru meant to clean up this mess? Only a god could tell.

Slender eyes so dark it would take millions of years for light to venture through them focused on the mess that was Satoru. Suguru sighs, his temples aching as he quietly takes a seat on a stray chair a good distance away from the young man that appeared to be intoxicated, but he knew better—he knew that Satoru was a true lightweight. Suguru listened with keen ears, slowly gazing upon the mess of chairs and shattered bottles of liquor that were likely untouched, rattled picture frames of broken memories piled into a type of center environment. Suguru reached his slender fingers for one knocked over picture frame, on the back, in neat calligraphy, wrote. “Shoko - 21 yrs old - Academy Graduation - 2011” 

Suguru flipped the frame over, as described, there stood their close friend dressed in a satin, elegant blue graduation gown with her cap out of sight, holding a diploma with a small, polite smile. However, right beside Shoko, was her. Suguru could see why his best friend was so wild over her despite the years between them, she was tall, taller than any other girl they’ve seen, mature features and a body so sinful it made someone as polite as Suguru blush if he looked at her for too long. Whatever pallet the gods have used to craft her was so pristine and pearlescent, it could likely make any renaissance painter jealous. It clicked for Suguru then, this was a printed image from a collection of pictures Shoko had sent the both of them just to show that she graduated, and Satoru had likely chosen this one out of all of them due to the simple fact that she was in it. This was during the time where Satoru had finally met her in person, and became so infatuated it started bothering Suguru. 

Suguru wondered if she was the last time Satoru could recognize true beauty.

Suguru could recognize the scent of sweet magnolias and clementine mixed with earthly perfume coming from articles of clothing so feminine he knew that they didn’t belong to Satoru, who had draped himself across a couch so expensive it hurt to try and think of the numbers—draped across it like he was experiencing death, holding those articles of clothing to his face as if they were the key to block out all the bad things of the world that threatened to catch him. Infinite hues of bright white light fractured the space in between the sting of his lengthy lashes, deepening the consistent hue of sapphire in his eyes. There was something always so beautiful and alluring about wanting to possess something that Satoru thought he’d never have, for him—it was her. 

“Well, you sure fucked up.” Suguru hummed, his words oddly sweet-sounding despite bringing a harsh reality down onto his best friend, his voice was nearly flowery and soft—like Suguru could grow gardens of adoration from his voice alone. Vanilla and cedarwood intertwined from him, giving off a scent that is so perfectly synonymous with who he is, his slender eyes lifted to meet with Satoru’s wide ones, nebulous flecks of amethyst braided into his irises. 

“..That doesn’t help.” Satoru speaks, his tone was low and careful, distant in a way that almost seemed too close. The more Suguru began to pull in the heavenly creation that was Satoru’s face, the more comfortable he became. A smile faded onto Suguru’s face. “She’s beautiful, successful—a total catch. What'cha switch her out for?” He can’t help but ask, the smile on his face of stunning Asian features, becomes pointed and untrue as he taunts his best friend with words that were more painful than any wound on earth. Satoru straightened up from where he had been previously curling away. “That—I didn’t mean to–fuck.” He stammers, making a complete fool of himself. He wasted no time in pausing, afraid he’d stop speaking all together if he did. “...I fucked up.” Satoru finally admits, quietly, a striking difference to his personality. 

The blood in Satoru’s body stiffened into a painful mass in his lungs, and it was difficult trying to breathe. It was difficult admitting the truth. 

Suguru’s eyes soaked in the sight of the shattered bottles of liquor and turned to look at his best friend next, raising a well-groomed brow as if to ask, ‘did you get drunk?’. At this Satoru shook his head, and without another word, he slumped against the couch once more, his face landing on a pile of her perfect clothes—drenched in her scent, one so unique he had attempted seeking it in any beauty store. Each trip was unsuccessful. Satoru didn’t need liquor to get drunk, all he needed was to drink her appearance like a glass of finely fermented wine and get tipsy off every sip. Suguru shook his head in minor disappointment, his gorgeous head of charcoal-like hair—black and straight like the night sea, following his movements. Softly, like prairie grass in the summer wind, giving contrast to his face, porcelain skin with delicate features.

“Nothing to do from here, Satoru. There’s no chance she’s going to take you back.”

[a/n]: heyyyy i had a thought of like what if satoru fell for an older woman and married her but then cheated on her for some fuck reason and then make it into something full of drama but then i got drunk and forgot the whole plot so ya make what you will with this . i might add more but idk yet so pls send requests or something

New chapter out!

It was unusual for Toji be at home instead of... literally anywhere else. But his silver tongued benefactor was surprisingly mum after the duo's last fight. No witty jests. No dumb ass assignments. Homelife was actually peaceful. If Toji had to choose between Satoru Gojos incessant blathering about penis jokes over 24/7 surveillance... he'd knew which one he'd choose.

So after showering off his morning workout, he plopped on his living room couch, coke in hand, listening to the rain fall outside.

"Fushiguroooo! You're not busy are you?"

He thought anyway.

To say toji's blood boiled hearing Satoru's voice blaring over his intercom speaker, shattering the tranquility of his abode would be a goddamn understatement. Clearly, this asshole can read minds, either that or he saw Toji enjoying himself for too damn long and decided it was time to act.

Wordlessly, he got up and muted the intercom fastened to his wall, hoping his benefactor would get the hint. But before he could make it back to the couch, his phone rang, "Toji, i can literally see your chiseled ass on camera, stupid."

He could hang up, he can still enjoy himself if he hangs up now…

"Fushiguro if you hang up, I'm blowing up your phone with BBC." Gojo quipped, "And no, I'm m not talking about british broadcasting either."

Toji cursed. No way 6 eyes would allow him the luxury of peace until he dealt with whatever whimsical need his pretty boy head desired.

"Hullooooo?!"

"What the fuck do you want?!" Toji growled.

There's a pregnant pause. "put your dick away, I'll be there in 5" he says and hangs up.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52641085/chapters/133154269"

Fucker.

Read the rest of His Heart Beats:

Ok i wont lie yall…

Im have severe writers block with my toji x reader fanfic. 😞

If anyone has ideas please shout out

Teen gojo would actually be a menace to you, especially if you're sitting together in the back seats during long car rides.

You'd be scrolling through your phone, just watching videos before you feel his cold fingers creep up your thigh, resting snuggly there.

It caught you off guard, you looked up at him slightly, as to not cause attention. "..Satoru?" You questioned him quietly, as he just smiled at you innocently, but you could see the malicious intent he held.

You just rolled your eyes and continued to scroll through your phone. It seemed pretty quiet, as Shoko had the window rolled down to not stink up the car with her cigarette, and Nanami was already asleep, his arms crossed and folded in his sleep. Geto was in the passenger seat, as toji drove.

After scrolling for a bit, you did get a bit bored and just stared out the window, when suddenly gojos thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing teasingly.

You gasped quietly, but not loud enough to draw attention. You glared at gojo, who just shrugged and looked away. You're jaw tightened, refusing to let any sound leave as his nibble and ling fingers pressed and rubbed softly against your now soaking panties.

At some point, his fingers had found their way into your panties, which you now had your face in the seat in front of you, biting on your hand as you tried to play off as you just being tired.

His fingers plunged deep, while his thumb just lazily rubbed circles into your clit, his middle and ring finger pulling out to rub up and down, gathering your slick before roughly going back in.

The squelches were so loud, it was honestly surprising no one heard it over the poor ass radio playing. Gojo just continued to smiled cheekily, content with making you shake and at the point of tears, all because of his fingers.

Then, his fingers suddenly pulled out, and he gave a harsh slap to your cunt, with spasmed and squirted as you bit so hard on your hand it bled.

Teen gojo just loves you ♥️

a/n REPOSTS ARE APPRECIATED!!!! NOT PROOF READ !!!

i’d give this man the sloppiest head

satoesugoo

an triengle yooji itahappy

satoesuegoo angs💔

drawig

Sketch from april

More sketches (Yuji’s right shoe still bothers me), from May this time, BUT I STILL CANT FIND THE ONE IM LOOKING FOR, ITS HERE SOMEWHEREE

edit: i found it :]