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⁀➴ SATORU GOJO ˎˊ˗

⤷ random texts with bf!gojo ( sfw )

⤷ bf!gojo x oblivious!gf!reader ( sfw )

⤷ satoru gojo!merman x princess!reader ( sfw )

⤷ pranking bf!gojo 'obsession' inspired ( sfw )

⤷ spicy texts with bf!gojo ( ? nsfw )

⤷ being loved by satoru gojo ( sfw )

⤷ gojo is downbad for you ( sfw )

⁀➴ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ˎˊ˗

⤷ situationship/talking stage!megumi x f!reader ( sfw )

⁀➴ RYOMEN SUKUNA ˎˊ˗

your big boyfriend always leaves you sore between your legs 𐦍

fluff/ light smut

you thought you’d be used to having a big boyfriend by now — six foot three, body sculpted by the gods, dick big and heavy (and he knew it).

the morning after he’d fucked you stupid, you’re used to having a little tenderness between your legs. it was normal to you. expected.

that’s not to say it wasn’t close to agonising sometimes.

"y’okay, sweets?" satoru asks as you wake, cuddling up to you as soon as he catches a glimpse of discomfort on your face.

he presses a kiss to your shoulder, watching you clutch your lower stomach. "mhm, just sore," you reply.

you were a little more than sore, but he didn’t need to know that.

satoru nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, then rolls you over so you’re flat on the bed. "my poor baby. lemme see."

there wasn’t an ounce of mock-sympathy in his voice — just pure love and affection.

you let him pull your shorts down, placing them beside you. he kisses your knee before parting your legs, gaze focused on your pussy. it’s like you could still feel him down there, the soreness and weight of him still lingering.

satoru hums as he parts your folds, pussy still slightly puffy and red, most of the pain on the inside near your cervix. "m’sorry, princess," he says, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your clit.

"mm, i have such a big, mean boyfriend" you respond with a faint smile.

satoru giggles, then slides your shorts back onto you, gathering you in his strong arms to give you all his love and attention. "soooo mean," he says, kissing you all over your face with exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds.

after cuddling you for a little while, he grabs you your heating pad, placing it on your lower stomach before drawing you a hot bath. and of course, he orders you copious amounts of food and unnecessary gifts.

"you don’t have to do all this, toru. i’m okay," you say, watching him saunter back over to you with that infamous casual confidence, gathering you in his arms and walking you over to the bathroom.

"shhh," he hushes, sitting you on the ledge of the bath and helping you undress, "always gonna take care of my princess."

he pauses for a second, allowing a moment of silence before breaking it again. "suchhhhh a shame i have such a massive di-"

you cut him off with a glare as he climbs behind you into the bath, shortly after setting you down in it.

you love your big, cocky boyfriend.

more like this

Gojo Satoru didn’t believe in just one round during your birthday, no, he was a firm believer of making you have orgasms all day, sometimes not in the most appropriate places.

The day starts with his head in between your thighs, morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a yellow glow over your boyfriend’s white hair. His long, slender fingers grip the skin of your thighs roughly as he dives into your sweet pussy, head rolling back as you moan and whimper above him.

The second time, it’s in the backseat of his car. You want to visit a garden centre on your birthday? Sure, as long as he can bounce you on his cock in a quiet area of the car park afterwards. You’re far too cock drunk to notice or even care if the car is rocking violently each time he slams you down onto his deliciously thick length.

The third time, two of his fingers are splitting you open in your friend’s bathroom. You should’ve known that Gojo would try this when you said your friends had invited you round for the afternoon with an open invitation for your boyfriend too.

“Satoru,” you begin breathlessly, legs involuntarily spreading wider. “Someone could hear.”

He presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin playfully. “Then let them. Let them see how well you’re being treated on your special day.”

You can’t contain your moan as his fingers plunge deeper, reaching that sweet spot that made your legs shake. “You’ve already-mm-treated me twice.”

“Not enough for me, baby. I won’t let you sleep until I’ve given you at least six orgasms today.”

You barely register his words as your eyes roll back, familiar feeling building in your lower stomach as you thrust helplessly against his palm.

The fourth time happens on the couch, right after getting home and unable to even get a word out before Gojo is pushing you down, fingers already straying to your underwear. Somehow, you end up face down ass up, drooling over one of your favourite cushions as Satoru pounds into you again and again, causing the nastiest of moans to spill from your mouth.

the last position you’d expect a marriage proposal in was a mating press. gojo was balls deep inside, bullying your velvet walls with each stroke, but still somehow absolutely wrecked as he moved his hips.

“jesus christ, so tight, fuck,” he panted. his pupils were blown and his hair was mused. he twitched inside of you again at the sight of you underneath him. he thought you looked beautiful all fucked out all for him. he was giving all of himself to you, that was obvious enough. aside from the fact he was splitting you open with his cock, and his tip was kissing your cervix each time he bottomed out, he also kissed you like you were his last breath. he still whispered to you in a soft voice about how you beautiful you looked underneath him. how you were his everything. those should have been signs, yes, but he has always been smitten with you… so smitten that the idiot couldn’t wait to get down on one knee.

“i think about it—shit—every day,” he murmured. your walls hugged him tightly and he let out a low groan. the pleasure building in your stomach made you squirm. you arched your back every time your bodies became one again, saying his name like a prayer. his comment almost flew over your head. he was fucking you so good you almost forgot to ask him what he was droning on about.

“huh..? think about what?”

satoru cursed under his breath as your fluttered around him once more. “about being with you... forever and ever,” he exhaled, somehow reaching even deeper than before. you gasped, the feeling of him nested so deeply inside your cunt throwing you off guard. the drag of his cock against your walls caused you to whimper his name. the broken cries spilling from your lips was enough for satoru to come right there and then. already burying you to the hilt, satoru let go: shooting thick ropes of come deep inside your cunt, his chest heaved as he caught his breath. you followed soon after, orgasm crashing over you. you whispered satoru’s name as you came down from your high. you closed your eyes and relaxed. satoru rolled over beside you and did the same.

after a beat, he finally dropped the bomb: “i just wanna marry you,” he said quietly. you froze, now very much alert.

“i was supposed to wait until i set up a dinner and did it properly, but i was just so dee—”

“satoru!”

“er…i just got lost in the moment… either way, that’s how i feel.” he turned his head to face you, cerulean eyes now glossy. was he tearing up? you reached over and cupped his face gently, face breaking into a grin.

“of course i’ll marry you, don’t cry.”

his jaw dropped at that. “i am not crying.”

“you were totally going to,” you teased, “what? did you think i’d say no?”

satoru went quiet. his eyes darted away from yours, causing your heart to sink. the silence was deafening. never in a million years would you ever say no to him. he was your world.

“hey,” you whispered. “look at me.”

he slowly lifted his eyes to meet your own and your heart shattered once more. under the pale moonlight, his sad eyes looked even more dull. his uncertainty was a heavy weight that you wanted to relieve him of. he was his most vulnerable right now. he trusted you, and only you to see like this. to have him like this.

you pressed your lips in a firm line. “satoru, it’s a yes. a yes every time, in every universe, in every lifetime. i’m yours forever.” and with that, satoru's eyes shone again like they always have. well, at least they did when he was looking at you.

situationship/talking stage!megumi x f!reader warnings: slight suggestive