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Choso smut + N$FW audio

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──── Choso was feeling so strange about receiving a blowjob for the first time in his life.

And even though it was a new sensation for him, it was surprising. Choso had restless hands, unsure where to put them, his tongue came out of his mouth, wetting his dry thin lips. Choso's cock felt heavy on your tongue, spreading the drops of pre-cum that gathered above the slit, his skin was hot, essentially burning at your touch. He let out a short moan as he felt your wet silky tongue moving slightly under the head of his penis. You used your hands to anchor yourself, your nails leaving crescent moons on the surface of his thick muscular thighs as you gripped him.

On impulse, Choso entered your flexible mouth with more force, the sudden act causing you to gag, which immediately made Choso concerned when he noticed.

But you were quick to reassure him, smiling wickedly at him while still holding him in your mouth. You then moved your fingers down to his heavy balls, caressing them firmly, eliciting a sudden moan from Choso.

"So you're the type who enjoys choking games, Cho? What a dirty boy you're proving to be, huh?" You tease, smiling even wider when you notice him shrinking back shyly. You resume sucking him, this time faster and squeezing him harder.

"N-no, I didn't mean to do t-that, shit, please, slower" He tries to explain as he struggles not to reach his limit yet. The uncomfortable sensation from the beginning was barely present now as pleasure took over.

"Ah, baby, it's okay. You can fuck my throat if you want" Your voice, sounding so velvety while saying such promiscuous things, left Choso mesmerized.

He murmurs softly and you feel the blockage in your throat open up as Choso's cock reaches deeper, but this time slowly. Your mouth gradually closes around Choso's penis, getting tighter for him with each second as he settles shakily into you.

And Choso settled into your little mouth, moaning louder as he felt your throat around him, pushing himself into you until your nose bumped against his pelvis. His head tilted back and eyes tightly shut, his shoulders rising and falling erratically as he frantically tried to control his breathing.

"A-ah, that's it, so deep" Choso says hoarsely, now allowing himself to stroke your hair. You murmured in acknowledgment, running your nails along his thighs, sending shivers down his skin. Choso's breath caught when your throat vibrated around him, causing you to shift position as your pussy became uncomfortably wet, craving touch.

Choso's grip on your hair tightened, now using it to guide your head down rather than having to push into you. His brows furrowed, lips parting in a soft moan as he guided your mouth up and down along his shaft. Your tongue tracing the veins that slightly protruded on his skin, the salty taste of pre-cum coating your mouth entirely. Drool accumulated at the back of your throat and dribbled from the corners of your mouth each time Choso entered or withdrew. You sucked the saliva and pre-cum that flooded your mouth, causing him to feel your throat tighten around his cock every time you swallowed.

"I knew you liked this, you pervert " You tease again, amused and breathless, while Choso, in turn, has his lips curling into a small satisfied smile as he drifts further into his own pleasure.

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Finally, Choso's version!! (I think this needs to be turned up a bit more to be heard better)

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Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S. 

Synopsis. “Besides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.” “Wanna bet?” For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasn’t the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy. 

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.

Word count. 3.7k

A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.

Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.

Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.

Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.

Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.

You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.

“Toru, if we’ve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat again…”

“He was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!” Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about “cats these days”.

With your fiancé being absolutely swamped with missions recently, you’d been anticipating this night for weeks now.

Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.

Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant you’d been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view. 

Okay, it’s time. 

“Y’know…” he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on “Remember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?”

“You mean swiped from my secret stash?”

“Semantics” he waves off. “But anyway, I was thinking…” he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that you’d been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.

Oh shit, so that’s what he was onto. Eyes widening, “Toru, no.”

He whines, a pout forming on his lips. “C’monnn, no one’s gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.”

You raise a brow, “Unforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.”  After the madness of last time, you’d ignored his sticky note for a reason!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, “And just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. “Wanna bet? I’ll do the dishes for all of next month. We’ll never know till we find out, darling.” 

You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoru’s gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly. 

Shit.

Goosebumps erupt down your spine. 

A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air. 

“...two months.” 

It’s all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, you’ll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous. 

“Deal.” he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.

 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I swear this’ll be a night you won’t forget.” he grins, biting into the chocolate. 

God, he was going to be the death of you. 

The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, it’s still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you won’t have to do the dishes for two months.

Now, Satoru knows he won’t have to do the dishes for two months. 

Ah, how heavenly you’d be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maître d’hôtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?

He risks a glance at how you’re faring - nope, still normal. That’s okay, he’ll be driving you crazy in no time.

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Okay, maybe he won’t be driving you crazy in no time. 

How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while he’s here mind whirling around how he’ll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.

Fuck, it was hitting him hard.

Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.

Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he should’ve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-

A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he must’ve imagined it.

Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh. 

You.

A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because you’ve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.

“…darling…”

“Hmm?”

He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. “Wha-”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What has he gotten himself into?

Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. He’d be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.

Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. It’s fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.

“Fuck!”

Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.

Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips. 

He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.

Instead, he gets the opposite.

“Behave, Toru.” you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically. 

You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. It’s laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.

Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesn’t even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?

The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. “Now now, Toru. It’s rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why don’t we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?”

Oh. Shit. 

A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch. 

He was not going to make it out of this alive. 

Honestly, it wasn’t hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancé - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldn’t let anyone else see him like that, of course. 

You were sure that if you had Satoru’s powers then you would’ve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.

You were going to ruin him.

Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldn’t even be surprised if he’d just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he might’ve even admired the decor.

“My girl.” he breathes out, voice ragged. It’s all that is said before your lips are on his. 

It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his. 

Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you don’t have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.

Satoru’s lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity. 

Your mouth waters at Satoru’s chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.

“You dirtied my heels, Toru.” you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoru’s wet pants. Unmoving. “What shall we do about that, hmm?” 

“Ah! Please, my girl.”

“Please what? Use your words, Toru.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words. 

Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. “If you say so, Toru. Better not stop till you’re shooting blanks.”

The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands. 

“Ah- hah! Fuck.” low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length. 

Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up. 

Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. “Oh God.”

His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore.

“Toru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?” your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.

Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.

Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?

You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat. 

Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over. 

Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where. 

Your hand doesn’t let up either, milking Satoru’s cock mercilessly the way you’d been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoru’s thigh.

A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it. 

“Oh, my girl. Always so good t’me- Ah! Hngh, gonna-” 

Satoru doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.

You’re not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.

You two were so fucking loud. 

But right now, you wouldn’t even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well. 

It wasn’t enough.

“You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you, Toru?”

A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. “What? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!” the strained words tumble out of Satoru’s kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base. 

“I won’t be merciful, Toru.”

Ah, you could do this forever.

Nipping teasingly till you’re satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.

Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. “Ah! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-” he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.

“You can do it f’me, Toru.” you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.

Your fiancé’s choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till you’re nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair. 

“Oh, darling. Jus’ like that. Losing m’mind.” he whines.

Your pussy quivers at Satoru’s slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him. 

Tonguing Satoru’s sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more. 

Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.

“Cum, Toru.”

It was too much for him- 

Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.

Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched. 

And you do.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.

You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasn’t enough.

Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoru’s flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant. 

Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his. 

Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoru’s lips are soft - or maybe that’s the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what he’s doing anymore? 

Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.

And he fucking loved it.

“You d-drive me insane, my girl.” his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind. 

Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?

Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. “I’m the same, Toru.” 

Maybe it’s your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe it’s the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs. 

All Satoru knows is, he’s surging forwards. He’s got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds. 

Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet. 

He doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Hngh- S’tight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needily” 

Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoru’s balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals. 

Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core. 

Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips. 

“God, m’girl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-” he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.

Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode. 

You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.

What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more often…

“Toru~ Remember what I said? You’re not tapping out, are you?” you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone. 

“Ah- don’t know- Can’t, please.”

You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. “I’ve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?”

“M-mercy, please!” pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.

“Mercy?”

“Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, my darling Toru.”

The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands. 

You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. “Ah! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-” he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.

Ah, you feel so full. 

You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoru’s shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.

Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesn’t know, nor does he care - not when you’re so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.

He can’t stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, “Don’t run away, Toru~”

He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.

If he thought his dick was broken after this time then it’s really unsalvageable now.

He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please, my girl.” Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.

“Cum?”

“Yes.”

“Cum, Toru.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Satoru doesn’t even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt. 

Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you. 

Maybe he’s died already.

“Toru? Open your eyes, darling.”

Slowly opening the eyes that he didn’t even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.

An angel?

“No, Toru, your fiancé.” you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud? 

Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. He’s never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.

Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again. 

A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there. 

As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks he’s never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.

“I love you too, Toru.” you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?

Your beautiful laugh, “Yes, you did, Toru.” Throwing away the used tissues, you grin “Y’know they’ve probably brought out our food by now.”

Absent-mindedly, “Mhm?”

“I was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.”

A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent fool…

Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!

Plagiarism not authorized.

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Men with muscular thighs oml😌🤧😍

seeing toji’s caked up ass and smacking it.

he was innocently on his phone, lying on his stomach with his feet in the air before he felt a hard slap landing on his butt.

“what. the. fuck.”

you couldn’t not burst out laughing at the almost horrified tone in his voice while loving the sight of toji’s open mouth, cheeks tinting an adorable pink.

he was gobsmacked, speechless while you stood there giggling at his shock.

his gaze simply screamed why but his butt was just there, all round and tempting.

the combination of his thick thighs clenched and slutty shorts riding up his meaty legs quite frankly had you drooling — let alone the slither of skin showing from his jumper sliding up.

why would you not give it a smack ?

Cute boys are my life💗and sukuna like this is just PEAK girlies

∘ ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ The sight would’ve been comical if it weren’t so endearing. Sukuna—fearsome, hulking Sukuna—was sprawled out on your small, girlish bed, clearly not meant for someone of his size or stature. The pale pink comforter barely covered his massive frame, and yet he was curled under it, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. One of your plush, frilly pillows was tucked under his head, and in his arms? One of your favorite stuffed animals, held firmly against his chest like it was the key to his survival.

The mouth on his stomach was slightly parted, almost snoring in sync with him, and his upper eyes were peacefully closed. The lower pair, however, fluttered open briefly as though sensing your gaze, but they shut again when they found no immediate threat.

“Sukuna,” you whispered softly, your voice gentle as you leaned closer.

The sound of your voice made his clawed hand twitch against the stuffed animal, his fingers kneading more insistently into the soft fabric. His lips parted slightly, and he let out a low, gravelly rumble that sounded almost like a purr. Slowly, one of his upper eyes cracked open, hazy and sluggish, the crimson gaze struggling to focus on you.

“Hmm…” he grunted, his voice deep and heavy with sleep. His eyes fluttered shut again, as if staying awake was too much effort, but his hand shifted, releasing the stuffed animal and blindly reaching out toward you.

“You missed me?” you cooed, sitting gently on the edge of the bed and brushing your fingers over his hair. His face leaned subtly into your touch, his brows relaxing, though his lips remained in their usual faint scowl.

He didn’t respond, but his other hands flexed, claws pressing into the mattress in slow, rhythmic motions, the same way he’d been clutching the stuffed animal moments before. His body practically radiated warmth, his size overwhelming the small bed, and the sight of him like this—heavy-lidded and utterly unguarded—filled you with a quiet ache.

“You don’t have to say it,” you murmured, stroking his temple as his chest rumbled softly. “I’m here now.”

His bottom pair of eyes cracked open now, their gaze more sluggish and unfiltered. They blinked at you slowly, the same way a contented cat might, and then shut again as he exhaled deeply.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Sukuna tugged you closer, his claws catching on the hem of your shirt as if afraid you’d slip away. “Don’t move,” he mumbled, his deep voice barely audible. His head settled back against the frilly pillow, his breathing evening out again as if your presence was all he needed to return to sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. His lips twitched faintly, his grip on you tightening as his body melted further into the mattress. His massive frame seemed smaller like this, softened by sleep and your affection, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how someone so fearsome could be so disarmingly tender.

Even in his dreams, you could feel his powerful hands twitching faintly against your skin, the unspoken need for you written in every sluggish movement and contented sigh.

I CAN and WILL!👹

•GYM PICS•

Content - MDNI, reader sending workout pics to JJK men, SUGGESTIVE

Characters - Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Toji

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WHEN you subconciously manhandle them during average tasks. (Crack)

(E.g. while working in the kitchen, you walk past him and casually place hand on his torso as you gently move him away, unintentionally putting to much force.)

(🫶🏻E.g. when in a bear hug, you casually lift them off their feet as you squeeze them tight)

Ouch. Seriously relatable and I wish it wasn’t.

PLEASE?? This is the shit we’re looking for😆😆💗💗💗💋😝 scrumptious thanks for the meal😏📸💅🏻🙏

Me next, Please!

context. they ask you to be rough!

ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo, ino takuma, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro

txt. shit its been a while since the last smau, sorry gang. but i have some ideas up my sleeve in correlation to this one 😈 also i may have deleted my app by accident....

satoru gojo.

suguru geto.

nanami kento.

choso kamo.

ino takuma.

toji fushiguro.

ryomen sukuna.

Yummy. Nom nom nom.

Kinktober Day 6

Yuji Itadori x Reader- Ruined Orgasms and Overstimulation

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Requests open for kinktober, flufftober, and normal fics!

Authors note: reader is gn and have been dating Yuji for a while. For the plot to work and for it to not be creepy Yuji is aged up to where he's a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer along with reader. My bookie bear help me write this so thank you hope you enjoy 😘😘😘

Yuji had told you he'd be back from his mission days ago. Three days to be exact. You don't have much contact with your boyfriend when he's gone on his missions, every once and a while he'll be able to text or call but that's about it.

So when he gets home you are in-between being mad and wanting to love on your boyfriend. Yuji greets you with a kiss and a big hug, dropping his bag as he enters through the door. "Yuji what happened?" Your voice is dripping with annoyed worry.

"I'm so sorry babe, we took down the main curse but there were too many little ones roaming around to leave when we planned to." You nod your head with a pout, peppering kisses all over his face.

Yuji smiles at the feeling, "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" His voice turns smooth, he leans down into the crook of your neck. Yujis breath drifts over the shell of your ear. You smirk as an idea pops into your head.

"Hmm there is something I can think of." Yuji lightly kisses the spot the connects you neck to your shoulder. Your tone makes him gulp,  "What do you want me to do?"

"Go to the bed for me, take off all of your clothes by the time I get there." Yuji nods his head, kissing your check before quickly rushing towards your shared bedroom.

You take your time turning off the TV and grabbing a water bottle for later. When you do finally get to your bedroom you find a naked flushed Yuji patently waiting on your shared bed. "Yuji did you know you were gone for three extra days?"

Yuji gulps, shuffling around. He feels so vulnerable being naked while you're fully clothed. "I didn't realize it was that long." You slowly shake your head, Yuji clears his throat when he sees you being making your way towards the bed.

He has to fight against the urge to cover himself, knowing it'd make you upset. You slowly straddle your boyfriends lap, his hands instinctively go to your waist.

Yuji bites back a whine when he feels your hand drift towards his throbbing length. His breath hitches when he feels you pumping him to full hardness. Soon he forgets this is supposed to be punishment when you speed up your hand.

Yuji never touches himself when he's away on missions, after a week and a half of being gone he'd gotten desperate. This sweet release feels like heaven, the climax building up in his core reaches its crest.

"Y/n I'm close, please-" a moan that tears from his throat interrupts him. You smile and nodd your head. "Go ahead sweetie." That's all it takes for Yuji to get pushed over the edge.

The only problem, when he finally releases it doesn't feel right. It's like all the pleasure he was feeling was ripped away even tho he was orgasming. He let's out a broken moan as he looks down towards his flushed red cock.

Your hands rested on his lower thighs, away from where he needed you. "Babe? What- why?" You just chuckle, "That's one down, two to go."

Yuji let's out a shaky whine throwing his head back to the bed rest. "No-" Yuji drags out his plea. He begins to speak again but moans instead when he feels your hand back on him. You start off fast instead of slow like normal.

The feeling shocks Yujis senses, every part of him feels sensitive yet he feels needy for more. Yuji's eyes gloss over at the feeling of your slick hand pleasuring him. Your boyfriends hands come to your shoulders desperately gripping them tightly.

"Look so good like this." You lean in towards his ear making him choke out a moan. A mantra of pleas flood from his lips, at this point its all Yuji can say.

"Close-" Yuji can hardly get the word out before he reaches his peak and feels your hand pull away. The prgasm rips through but brings no pleasure. A sob racks through Yuji making him let out a broken moan.

The grip he has on your shoulder tighten, tears stain his cheecks. Yujis entire body shakes with every desperate sob. When his climax dies down his body heaves with every heavy pant. "Y/n please."

You look down to see Yujis flaming red dick slick with past orgasms. You take one hand and bring it to his head, running a hand through his hair. You run your fingers through the slowly drying cum on his muscled chest.

You slowly drift your hand toward Yujis cock making him whimper.

"Baby it's not fair." Yuji begs desperately with a high pitched whine. "What's not fair? I think the punishment fits the crime." Your sultry voice drips like honey, it makes a shiver run down Yuji's spine.

"What crime? I promise sweetheart I didn't mean to." Yuji's voice wavers as he feels your hand come back to his throbbing length. "Oh but Yuji I was so worried, I mean three days I didn't hear from you. But don't worry I'll reward you soon. Promise." Your hand begins pumping quickly.

Yuji feels himself choke on a moan in his throat. The feeling of your hands too much. He feels both overstimulated and understimulated at the same time. Yuji attempts to talk to you but can't let out a single word.

"Aw poor baby. Just use your words." You tease but slow down your hand to give him room to breath. Yuji whimpers, panting heaving breaths. When he calms down enough he speaks, "it hurts y/n, I can't-"

You cut him off with a kiss, "Just say that magic word and I'll stop, you know that." Your words are mumbled against his quivering lips. Yuji just whines, he throws his head bad closing his eyes.

"This is the last one I promise, I won't even ruin this one." Yuji's eyes light up in desperation. His hair slightly sticks to his forearms making him seem extra messy. Yuji's panting heavily with a red face. His eyes seem to have hearts in them the way he looks at you.

Yuji feels the familiar boring feeling building up in his chest. "'M close y/n." Yujis voice slurred with pleasure. You speed up your hands making him lean onto you. His face is buried in your neck, hands desperately grabbing at anything he can reach.

Your chests are flush against each other, his covered in a thin layer of sweat. With a broken sob and a silent scream Yuji comes in your hand for the third time that night. You continue to pump your hand this time instead of taking it away.

Yuji moans in relief at the feels of you pleasuring him through his orgasm. A mantra of 'thank you's fall from his trembling lips. After a minute of helping Yuji through his orgasm you feel him go limp against you.

....after the after care you help him to the bedroom and help him change into pajamas and lay down with him and put on a movie ,preferably one of his favorite movies and he falls asleep on your chest while you mumble words of affection.

Another request completed!🫶🏻🙌🏼

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙇𝘼𝙄𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔/𝙆𝙊𝘼𝙇𝘼 𝘼𝙏 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏!

Desc: Telling the jjk men they did the title!

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso!

Comments are appreciated!! (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)♡