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𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Gojo Satoru ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ being touchy and super gentle during your pregnancy .✦ ݁˖

The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden slats of light across the bedroom floor. You were propped up against a mountain of pillows, trying to find a comfortable angle for your aching lower back, when the door clicked open.

Satoru slipped into the room, unusually quiet. The moment his blindfold was pulled down around his neck, his bright blue eyes locked onto you, softening instantly. He didn't say a word as he shed his black jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a chair, and crossed the room with his signature, lazy stride.

Before you could even greet him, the mattress dipped significantly. Satoru crawled up the bed, maneuvering his long limbs with an unexpected fluidity until he was practically draped over you. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his white hair tickling your jaw.

“Welcome home, baby,” you murmured, running a hand through the soft strands of his hair. “Rough day?”

“Immensely,” he groaned, his voice muffled against your skin. “Everyone was loud. Everyone was annoying. And I wasn't here.”

He shifted, lifting his head to look down at you. Without his glasses or blindfold, his gaze was completely unguarded—full of a raw, heavy tenderness that still took your breath away. His large, calloused hand slid down your ribcage, moving with agonizing slowness until it rested flat against the prominent curve of your stomach.

The contrast was always striking. His hand was massive, easily covering a huge portion of your bump, yet the pressure he applied was lighter than a feather. For a man who could level cities with a flick of his fingers, he handled you as if you were made of spun glass.

“How’s my little bean doing today?” Satoru whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss right next to his thumb. Did they let Mom sleep?”

“A little,” you smiled, leaning back into the pillows as his thumb began tracing slow, rhythmic circles over your clothes. “They've been kicking quite a bit this afternoon, though.”

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly, a bright, boyish grin breaking across his face. He immediately shifted lower on the bed, sliding down until he was kneeling on the floor beside the mattress, bringing him eye-level with your stomach. He gathered the hem of your oversized shirt and gently lifted it, exposing the round warmth of your bare skin.

“Is that right?” he murmured, leaning in close.

He didn't hesitate.

He pressed his cheek directly against your bump, his long silver lashes brushing against your skin as he closed his eyes. He stayed perfectly still, holding his breath, just listening.

As if on cue, a sharp, sudden thump rippled against his cheek.

Satoru let out a soft, breathy laugh, his hand instantly cupping the side of your belly to anchor himself.

“Whoa. Yeah, that’s a strong one. It definitely takes after me.” He kissed the spot where the kick had landed, his lips warm and lingering. “Keep growing big and strong in there, okay? Daddy's waiting.”

He looked up at you, his eyes shimmering in the dimming light of the room.

There was a quiet, profound reverence in his expression that made your chest ache with warmth. He reached up, his long fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear before his hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear you hadn't realized had fallen.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice incredibly soft, a stark contrast to the loud persona he wore outside these walls. “What's this for? Are you hurting anywhere?”

“No,” you whispered, placing your hand over his. “Just happy. You're going to be a wonderful father, Satoru.”

Satoru stared at you for a long moment, the corners of his mouth lifting into a gentle, genuine smile. He leaned up, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips.

“Only because I have you to show me how,” he whispered against your mouth, before drawing you into a slow, deep, and impossibly tender kiss. For the rest of the evening, he didn't move from your side, his hands never leaving you, keeping you wrapped safely in his own quiet world.

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satoru & his pillow princess girlfriend ♡︎

as per usual, you’re laid comfortably on your back, surrounded by plush pillows, your boyfriend looming over you as he snaps his hips against yours.

you rarely did any of the work during intimacy with satoru. in your defence, why would you? he looks like a damn greek god on top of you, biceps flexing either side of your head, abs on full display as he splits you apart with his fat cock.

you couldn’t get enough of the sight, it was perfect — satoru was perfect. not to mention those beautiful blue eyes gleaming down at you, soft white hair messy and falling into that sexy middle part you adored on him.

admittedly, you’re also lazy. your boyfriend has stamina for days, ultimately, you just can’t compete.

"feel good, baby? my lil’ pillow princess enjoying herself?" he teases, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder, driving his cock deeper inside of you.

you gasp sharply, eyes rolling back as he stretches you open, looking down at you with that infuriatingly smug grin. “mnghh — toru’ — you’re so deep," you moan, fingernails digging into the meaty flesh of his biceps.

satoru leans in, leaning his forehead against yours, then pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. “my lazy princess, layin' there looking so pretty for me."

"m’not — ahnn — lazy," you whine, your cunt clenching around him like it never wants him to leave. satoru ruts into you harder, faster, making your mouth gape wide open from sheer pleasure.

"sureeee you’re not, in fact, why don’t you get on top, huh? ride me just how i like it," he teases further, now taking your other leg and draping it over his shoulder.

he has you cumming on his cock before you can even respond, cunt fluttering deliciously around his length as you moan his name like a prayer. "gooodd girl, look so cute cumming on my cock."

you’re utterly fucked out, cheeks flushed, almost limp against the soft sheets. “aw, tired already, princess? suchhh hard work laying there while i fuck this pretty pussy," he says, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

in reality, satoru didn’t mind you rarely doing the work. he enjoyed looking at your pretty face as you unravel, tits bouncing with every deep thrust.

“gonna fill you up now, yeah? taking me soooo well," he coos. you use the last of your energy to nod feverishly and buck your hips against his, suddenly slightly insecure about your lack of effort.

he chuckles lowly, pinning your hips down with two hands. "s’okay, princess. let me do it," he says, thrusts becoming short and sharp, breathing heavier.

then, he fills you to the brim with his hot load, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of your neck — almost folding you in half to ensure his load is buried deep inside your pussy.

"hah — fuckkk,” he groans, kissing your neck, emptying every last drop from his heavy balls.

he wouldn’t change his cute little pillow princess for the world.

based on this request ☆ more like this

the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there. 

you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick 

“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp. 

“bathroom.” 

he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor. 

-

“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic. 

“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.

“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.” 

“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap. 

“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones. 

“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.”  sukuna teased. 

“blah blah blah we get it asshat.” 

sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice. 

“babe, you takin’ a shit?” 

—

Sum!: Gojo loves how clingy you get in the mornings.

Warn!: fluff <3 and short

—

You wake at six in the morning every morning, but it made sense since you kept a good sleeping routine. Going to bed early to wake up early. You didn’t even have to be up until seven, so why waste time now and not sleep with him?

Satoru always thought it was just habit you grown before moving in with him. And once an again he’s wrong. It was just your body clock, especially since after being promoted to grade one.

“Y’know, you waste so much time getting ready, just stay in bed a little longer.” His voice low and slightly dry.

His arms coming to wrap around you as shift off the bed.

“I just need to pee and drink some water, I’ll be right back.” You say, leaving but not without pressing a kiss on his forehead.

—

You did come back, in your pyjamas and slipped right back into bed with him.

What he didn’t expect was this to be a new routine.

You waking up early everyday just to come back to bed and smother yourself into your boyfriend’s body.

Holding onto his large bicep orrrr moving his arm around you so you could hold him orrrr just completely laying your weight on top of him. He doesn’t care, not one bit.

If anything he’s more pleased this way.

There isn’t a lot of time that you two get together outside of missions or paperwork at the school. So mornings together like this ment a lot to him.

—

You and Satoru agree to become friends with benefits with one cliché rule: no falling in love. But you do. And you stupidly confess. What now?

Tags: Smut, angst w comfort if you squint, fwb, p in v, riding, kinks, gojo is a little avoidant shit, model!gojo. Haven’t proofread yettt, I don’t write as much lately. 18+++ I have never written smut please don’t fire me..

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

You have felt Satoru everywhere by now—buried deep in between your legs, lengthy cock stretching you and hitting that one spongy spot that makes your vision go blank, his hands on your face like he's holding something precious.

You have felt his large hands map every inch of skin you wear. No surface untouched especially late at night when he texts you he's coming over with little to no explanation why.

No feelings.

No strings.

That was the deal. No, that is the deal.

Just sex.

And you have had a lot of sex with Satoru. From fucking in the comfort of your bedroom or his, to riding him all sweaty and hot in his jeep, to even getting eaten out in changing rooms during his fittings.

He's tried everything with you. Every curiosity he's had about a new toy, a new kink, a new position—he's tried and fulfilled with you. You've been stretched into positions you never thought you could with him.

Your legs over his shoulder with him greedily thrusting, your back so arched against his chest while receiving mean back shots, reverse cowgirl with a leash around your neck, full nelson—anything, you name it, you've done.

You've had him in between your legs so many times to point out that he particularly dislikes missionary, loves rope play, biting and marking your skin like you don't have a shift next morning—but he's never vanilla.

Never.

Well, he never was.

He always devoured you with a hungry mouth, a desperate and lustful look in his eyes, animalistic thrusts, brutal grip on your hips when he slammed down on you like he wanted you to break.

Sex was casual between the both of you.

Sure, he was attractive. And you didn't have a problem with hooking up with him when he'd bring you over the gates of heaven or soothed you through the most aggressive orgasms ever.

You were fine with the whole arrangement before last week when he'd texted you "I'm coming over, leave the door open." At 2 AM.

Shrugging, you left him on read, unlocked the front door and he was walking through it no more than 15 minutes later—dark gray sweatshirt masking his muscles, hood messily pulled over his white tuff of hair, sunglasses slipping from his nose bridge, usually bright eyes dull like you'd never seen them before.

He had crossed the threshold to the balcony where you were curled up in on the couch, crawled on top of you and...

Kissed you with soft lips, slow movements of his jaw, reverent touches, hesitant hands that mapped your body under him.

He kissed with too much feeling. With too much gentleness. With something so not Satoru.

Slid in between your legs, deliberately softened your walls till you could take him, tasting you on his tongue till you were tattooed in his mind, made you fall apart like he'd never done before.

Then he repositioned himself, chin glistening from your juices, didn't bother with a condom—you were too far gone to even stop him and remind him of protection, mind hazy with his unusual attitude.

He had pushed himself inside, losing himself in your wetness bit by bit, watching how his cock disappeared inside your walls.

Both your legs by his sides.

And he drew his chest down—skin flush against your breasts—locking himself in missionary, a position he avoided at any given chance.

You shook underneath him—eyes glossed over from the feeling of him, unprotected, raw in you. The slow drag of his cock in you, meeting your warmth over and over.

Veins imprinting themselves in you, leaving their shape, moulding your pussy to fit him and only him. The deep, intimate thrusts had your throat go dry, a ball growing there and your orgasm growing painfully slow.

Satoru's breathing was shaky, his lips on your neck, behind your ear. Sucking on your nipples, leaving faint marks you'd see in your reflection morning.

Desperately begging in your ears with pleas that had you clenching around him.

"Please look at me, baby, please."

He was making love to you.

No harsh grinding, no position switching or new experiments.

It was terrifying.

So terrifying.

Because you liked it too much.

You liked this Satoru too much.

Fuck.

Sex is never just sex.

You should have listened to your friends when they warned you.

You knew you were fucked when he came undone with you, whispering sweet nothings you found yourself silently praying to be true.

"You look so—hng- beautiful, angel."

Babbling when he held your face, blue orbs melting with yours when his gaze was zeroed on you and only you. Not on your skin meeting his.

"Just a bit more beautiful, I'm almost there—shit, you're close too, huh? Clenching onto me so sweetly..."

Those stupid nicknames of his—making your heartbeat falter, your pulse travel to pound against your temples, heat settle on your cheeks.

God, he's such an asshole.

Making love to you on your balcony under the moonlight, on the 10th floor where no one else lives.

When morning came, when you found yourself on your bed alone and with a heavy chest, you knew you were screwed.

He kept fucking you after that day like he didn't rearrange the wires in your brain with no effort.

He kept having sex with you like he wasn't kissing every crevice of you just a week ago. Like he hadn't silently loved every part of you, kissed and paid attention to every insecurity and scar on your skin.

Still, he took you to the moon, had you spasming around his cock like always—only this time, leaving you empty even after he filled you up with his cum.

You knew you felt empty because you wanted him to love you again. You wanted him to see you again, not the body he goes to whenever he wants.

Fuck, you really messed everything up.

You were asking for the impossible, for Satoru to care and love.

So you tried to push him away. Avoid meetups and his messages that only arrived after midnight strikes the clock.

It made no difference—in fact, you felt worse without him around.

By the second week of dodging him, you were about to cave and call him when your front door unlocked and there he was.

Dressed in all black, straight from work—black chemise with enough buttons undone to reveal his pale collarbones. Black slacks and perfectly tailored dark pants that only highlighted his height.

Your heart lurched—half fear and half relief that had adrenaline already coursing through your veins. You stumbled over your words.

"Satoru—what are you—how did you get in here?" Voice shaky, a light frown placing itself on your face.

He was wearing a stern expression on his face, all pursed lips and locked jaws is the kind. An unfamiliar sight to you as he was always obnoxiously smiling even when ticked off.

His hand rose to reveal your spare keys, you dont remember even granting him access to them but don't have time to ponder about that before his arm drops, he throws the keys on the counter and closes the distance between the both of you till he's looming directly over you—hands in his pocket.

"You have been avoiding me." He says, an underlying layer of annoyance sending a chill down your spine.

You try to deflect, "No."

A beat passes, the expression on his face remains.

"No, I haven't." You say more clearly.

And finish with, "I've been busy."

Complete and utter bullshit, you get off work on the dot and your shifts have never been so boring.

But he doesn't need to know that.

Not convinced at all, Satoru curves his spine till his glasses slide off on their own from where they were perched on his nose just enough for his eyes to pierce holes through you.

Blue, cerulean, sky blue consumes you.

And you hate it so much.

So much you wish you could swim in them.

In him.

"Try again." He says, not narrowing his eyes. You swallow, feeling an uneasy sensation in your stomach that makes you want to throw up when revealing yourself to him crosses your mind.

But he won’t believe you if you spew some other bullshit out.

Fuck it.

“Satoru.” You whisper, seeing his eyes run over your whole face.

“I messed up.”

His figure stiffens. A thousand thoughts running through his mind, a billion questions. Shit, are you pregnant? Weren’t you on the pill? Fuck, what is he supposed to do now?

You see the way his adam’s apple bobs at your statement.

“What is it?” He asks, feeling his knuckles turning white in his pockets, a shiver overtaking his body.

Trying to start, you say. “I.. uh.” Still not sure, and still not confident enough.

Satoru silently prays it isn’t what he thinks it is.

A moment of silence passes, he watches you shift around, fiddling with your hands. Biting on and on your lips.

“Y/N?” He calls out to you and you snap out of it.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

And it’s not as stupid as it sounds.

You don’t like Satoru because he fucks you like no other man has. But because he messes with your heart without even knowing it.

Holding you after he’s done is not casual, it’s not normal. You’ve had ex boyfriends who don’t know the world aftercare, but Satoru bathes you, he wipes you clean.

Holds you in the bathtub, washes your hair, draws absentmindedly circles on your tired and tense shoulders.

Brings you your favorite dessert before he goes on to have his fav.

Makes you laugh a laugh that comes from the deepest parts of you that yearn to be light and happy with him.

He’s such a prick, completely unaware of his effect beyond his looks.

And you’re such an idiot for believing him.

For liking someone so good.

He stands there, quiet for what feels like an eternity. Your chest is tight when he straightens up and takes a step back.

Well, this is it.

“We agreed on no feelings, Y/N.” He says like your heart isn’t splitting in half.

You breathe out a shaky breath, slowly nodding because you know. “I know, I’m sorry.”

His eyes unlatch from you, taking a look at the window that shows the view of Tokyo from your floor.

“I don’t see you that way.”

You pull a tight smile on your face. “Okay.”

Then you tip the glass over, ruin yourself further. “We can keep seeing eachother if you want, my feelings won’t come between us. I know what I got myself into.” You say. A bittersweet feeling on your tongue.

You just can’t let him go.

He looks shaken by your proposal, head swinging back to you.

“No, you’ll just hurt yourself, Y/N.”

Stop saying my name, stop being so considerate.

You almost choke on your words from the thorns growing in your throat when you speak. “No, I promise I won’t. We can keep seeing each other.”

Push and pull.

He pushes you, you pull.

And you both keep seeing eachother.

But you detach yourself from everything. From him.

He notices your fucked out state on a different world the first time he feels you after the confession. A distant look in your eyes and not the usual cloud of pleasure in them.

Is he not making you feel good?

It took a week, a full week for you to let him in after what happened.

And it’s not true, you do feel good. You know you feel good because he’s doing everything right—the coil is threatening to snap in your lower stomach, but you don’t feel it as much as before.

You’re quiet, minimally moaning, hiding the noises. Not saying a single word unless he asks you something.

“Baby?” His hands find the back of your neck, making your eyes flutter open while he pounds into you.

Propping himself with one hand next to your head, his other holds the back of your neck while your sight settles on him and the worried look on his face.

“Hm?” You sleepily hum, exhausted from the orgasms, the rounds, the ache in your legs and the sensibility of your clit.

He asks, breath heavy, pieces of hair clinging to his forehead as he reaches his escape—quiet groans filling your ears. “You okay, sweets?”

You nod, not really sure what he’s even asking.

“Fuck.” He groans, thrusting a few times before burying himself deep in you as you clench around him and feel his ropes paint your insides white.

Collapsing next to you, his hands leave your body and you run cold. An arm protectively swings over your waist as he readjusts on the bed, coming down from his high before he cleans you up.

You still haven’t said a word. Somewhere too far gone, feeling too used. But you agreed to this.

There’s no one to blame.

And though you’ve both been at it for hours, even though Satoru’s cum is oozing out of you and his cock is limp, he doesn’t feel satisfied.

That uncomfortable feeling in his pit stays there for days while he works.

A photoshoot here and there, a text to you which he receives no reply to, a runway, no response from you. A missed call.

He finds himself wondering what you’re doing when you don’t reply.

Cooking in those skimpy little lace shorts he brought back for you from a high end brand? Brushing your soft hair with your legs crossed and your face stoic? Covering your beauty marks with concealer maybe?

The days drag on and on, hours struggle to bleed into other when his phone is so dry, when the smell of you is no longer clinging onto him.

His sex drive is dead. Libido low for the first time reaching a new low.

He doesn’t even text you multiple times a day for sex, he just wants you to reply.

Or to see you.

So much he considers driving himself back to your house again.

But he doesn’t have the spare keys anymore. The ones he had sneakily picked up one time.

Those would’ve been really useful for a surprise right now—he could’ve painted your apartment in pink roses, gift bags of Victoria’s Secret’s new line he heard just came out.

Gosh he’d do everything to see you in those new panties. To then take them off and kiss every curve of your body, every dip of skin.

Shit, it’s never really just sex.

You suffocate in your feelings, in the emptiness that comes of being a toy. Turns out, you’re not as strong as you thought you were.

Being nonchalant about what you feel is way harder than you thought it would be.

So you ignore him.

For days.

A month passes.

Your girlfriends are sick of it. Sick of hearing about him.

You feel stupid.

Maybe you are.

The whole scenario of him rejecting you runs another lap around your head as the elevator climbs 10 floors.

The familiar automatic ding of the lift snaps you out of your head. Doors opening, you step out.

You step out and boxes and boxes of pink flowers are on your doorstep, swallowing the entry with no way to get in your house.

Of course it’s him.

Sure, you knew he was a sex addict. But… not to this extent.

So when you catch sight of the singular envelope sticking out from the biggest box of roses and pluck it out, you expect something like “U and me tonight?” With a cheeky emoji.

But you rip the envelope open to “Please pick up the phone, princess.”

Fucking asshole.

Yet, you kick the roses sideways to make way, unlock your door, drop your bag and text “Door is unlocked.” With a disappointed sigh leaving you.

You make your bed knowing it’s going to get ruined in a few hours, clean the kitchen like he’s going to care about anything that isn’t ramming into you.

And the door unlocks sometime past 9 in the evening while you swirl a glass of wine in between your fingers on the balcony, sore legs kicked over the small coffee table.

He comes up on your right through the door. The details of his outfit unknown as you don’t pan your eyes over to him.

One month of no sex—no, no you, has shown Satoru that he does feel for you.

It’s shown him that what he felt was not just naturally from sex, it was straight from his heart. It wasn’t his hormones acting when his chest tightened when he had to leave.

Leave your peacefully sleeping figure in the morning all alone when it was practically begging for his arms to wrap around you again.

It’s shown him that he can’t breathe without you there.

He kneels in front of where you’re sat on the couch to reach your line of sight as you refuse to even acknowledge him.

Your eyes narrow to the wine before downing it all and setting it down on the glass table and swinging your feet off it.

The silence is thick with tension, unspoken words clawing at your lips. Both yours and Satoru’s.

You feel his eyes trace your every action.

Your spine meets the leather of the couch before you finally break the silence.

“I’m yours, Satoru. Just get on with it.”

His heart shatters into a billion different pieces. Just get on with it? Like you’re a task he has to finish? Like you’re not someone with feelings?

Feeling his heartbeat skyrocket, his mind starts running with questions. Do you not want him anymore? Does he not satisfy you anymore? Have you found someone else?

The thought of you with someone else has his stomach churning. He hasn’t even come to have sex with you, just to clear the air.

Still, your vague look and lack of expression makes his body go cold.

“I’m not here for that.” He says, feeling his voice waver, vocal chords shaking.

Your head finally turns to him. “Then why are you here?”

Internally, he winces. “Because I can’t go another second without you, Y/N.”

You feel the stars sparkle in amazement, the moon shine in delight. Your heart double over.

Is he..?

“I love you.” He cuts your thoughts off.

“I’m a liar, I love you so much I can’t breathe when you’re not around. When you’re not talking to me or holding me.”

“It was never just sex—I”

You cut him off, smashing your lips against him on his knee. There’s no need for you to reciprocate, he knows you love him.

He sighs against you, shoulders dropping from the tension in them leaving, forearms wrapping around your waist as he gets up and sits in your seat.

You land on him, knees digging onto the leather by his sides—feeling his heartbeat against your chest while he pulls you flush against him.

Your arms hold him tight by the neck. Moving around and repositioning yourself ears you a grunt from him as you feel him grow beneath you.

A sheepish smirk presses against his lips as you fail to suppress it. In revenge, his hands drop from your waist and onto your ass, pushing your clothed pussy over his hardening boner.

One month of celibacy has you sensitive to the slightest touch, the imprint of him being nothing like the shitty toys you hoped would get you off in his absence.

He groans once more as you shift over him—now deliberately grinding in slow movements.

A hand slips under the shirt you’re wearing to find that you aren’t wearing a bra, though he already suspected it from your hard nipples against his chest.

You let out a quiet moan from his cold hands against your back.

The low sound of his muffled chuckle vibrates against your lips as he invades your mouth, tongue tasting every inch of you.

Not letting him be in charge, you tug his hair and his mouth falls open for you to explore.

Your lungs beg for air and only then do you break the kiss, feeling his hand push your shirt upwards till your breasts meet the cold night air.

Without even catching his breath, Satoru’s mouth latches onto your nipple like he’s starved and you’re his favorite food.

His tongue swirls while his other fingers pinch your lonely nipple, coating your chest in saliva, bundles of nerves electrifying under his touch.

You’re a moaning mess till you have enough of the teasing.

“A-ah—Satoru-” He doesn’t stop at your calling.

“Satoru—”

Finally he perks up. “Yes, sweetheart?”

You try to focus on your words as he humps you dry. “Make-make—love to me.”

His eyes widen like it’s Christmas day. A second passes. He crashes. God, his name coming from your lips, the seemingly innocent request when it’s so secretly filthy. The wires reconnect in his brain and suddenly you’re grateful you only wore a really oversize, old shirt of his you stole.

What else would you need to wear with him around? The damp material of your lacy panties gets pushed aside and he unbuckles his pants, freeing his hard, dusty pink, groomed cock out.

You gasp when his tip pushes at your entrance, having forgotten the sheer size of him and his girth.

“Satoru!”

He groans, head falling back as your juices leak down on him.

“Oh fuuuck,” he drags, eyes falling closed. “Ah- should’ve prepped you—It’s been a while now, hasn’t it, baby? But you’re so wet I’m sure you can take me, right my sweet girl?”

So you do, you bite your lips, stabilise yourself on his shoulders and slowly sink down onto him. He kisses you slow, pressing soft skin against you, bitting your bottom lip delicately.

His hands leave your ass and one of them wraps around your back, bringing you impossibly close to him.

The other presses into your hair, angling your head sideways so he can lose himself in your mouth.

He lets you stay bottomed out for a moment so you can readjust, relearn the shape of him.

A needy whine vibrates against Satoru's lips once he shifts inside of you.

You feel his grin against you before he delivers the first thrust—deep, slow, curved just right to hit your cervix right off the bat. Your lips part for you to let out a moan from your chest.

He takes the opportunity to bite your neck. Leave his mark and kiss down your carotid. Gentle, reverent kisses. Deliberate nips. Purple and pink shades decorating fron your neck to your collarbone and breasts.

You're his vision. His canvas.

With two hands under your thighs, Satoru bounces you on his length. Perfectly inclined pink tip that never really leaves your pussy when he lifts your hips, but meets the familiar muscular ring deep within you whenever he drops you down every.single.time.

The sound of skin meeting skin so intimately getting absorbed by the sky.

You writhe over him, legs starting to ache, lips swelling—throat going dry from the moaning once he starts to circle around your clit, drawing you closer to the edge.

In one sudden movement, he lays you down on the couch. Your back against the soft cushions—his hot figure hovering over you, hand on your hip, elbow dug in the leather to prop himself up.

And he really starts hitting the spot. Your sight starts to blur, tears prickling at the corners from the feeling of sheer fullness. He starts to pick up the speed just a bit, going harder, not fast yet enough for him to feel you reaching your climax.

Your nails claw at his back under his shirt, looking for something that will tether you to earth while you clench and clench till his rhythm is stuttering.

"Oh my pretty girl, I'm so close-ugh—you're doing so well f'me." His teeth sink into your shoulder and you feel your legs going weak.

A hand dips under you, hooking under your back and arching you upwards.

Once.

Twice, he thrusts.

And you come. Hard.

He follows immediately, shaking when he buries himself inside of you. Walls fluttering and pulling him in viciously.

Neither of you dare to move, he collapses over you and flips you both with him still inside your walls till your head lands on his chest.

You don't need to say it out loud.

But you're his.

And he's yours.

Haven’t proofed this yet because im a little lazy buttttt what if its not just a masterlist either…?

satoru loved kissing you, whether it was your lips or your cheeks, shoulders or stomach. he’d press a kiss to the tip of your nose because he thought you were cute, your hand whenever it happened to be close enough. 

he just couldn’t resist you, ever. he kisses you right after you wake up and right before you go to sleep. he says he won’t have a good nights sleep if he doesn’t kiss you.

“mmf- toru… stop!” you giggle between his kisses. you had just gotten home from mall with your friends. satoru missed you dearly. and immediately when you walked through the door, he basically pounced on you. taking you in his arms and walking to the bedroom whilst kissing you everywhere.

“not a chance, sweets.” he mumbles against your collarbone. he puts you gently on the bed, kissing you from your cheeks, to your nose, your chin, your jaw. moving down to your neck and shoulders.

he goes lower and lower, while sliding off your dress, you help him, lifting your hips. he reaches your thighs, gently kissing down your knee, to your calf. he takes off your shoes and looks at you.

“i missed you so much, y’know.” he frowns, putting your dress neatly on the bed beside your body. he admires your half naked body and smiles softly.

“come here, baby.” you say softly, your arms wide open for him. 

he wastes no time in getting on top of you, and holding you close to him. breathing in your scent from your neck. your arms comfortably settled around him. one hand in his hair, caressing and playing with the soft locks. 

“don’t ever go anywhere without me…” he mumbles against your neck, kissing softly. 

“my big baby.” you smile and kiss him. he melts instantly, smiles against your lips and kisses harder. 

shortly after, you both fall asleep, in each others arms. 

levi x reader smut!!

Levi had always been the type of guy to give orders with the expectation that no one questioned him. Which was generally true. People were scared of him and rarely spoke back.

Until you.

You, with your brash comments and unfiltered thoughts. You never had a problem with telling Levi no or putting him in his place when he’s being stubborn. And, contrary to popular belief, Levi liked that. Even he needed someone to keep him in line every now and again. He thought you were the obvious choice to be his vice captain, and when Erwin asked him after an expedition who he wanted, he didn’t even hesitate to nominate you: a good fighter, a collected individual, and a headstrong woman.

Despite this, Levi sometimes found himself regretting his decision.

Yes, you were a strong, independent thinker. But the independence didn’t stop there. On missions, you’d sometimes elect to ignore his orders to stay back. Or while training, when you’d roll your eyes at whatever exercises he wanted to do. None of this, however, pissed him off more than when you directly contradicted him in meetings.

Right now was one of those times.

Gojo's the type of man who helps you take off your shoes after a long stressful day at work. He picks you up. Carries you to the sofa bridal style. And massage your ankle, up your calf to help you relax. It's delivery food and trashy movies until you fall asleep. Sitting in his lap and curled up into his chest. He gives you a sweet little kiss to the crown of your head while tucking you into bed.

satoru loved hearing himself talk. which was unfortunate for you. because once he started talking, he never seemed to stop.

today’s topic happened to be something about a movie he had watched yesterday. you had stopped paying attention five minutes ago.

“and then the guy looks at him and actually-“ 

you leaned over and kissed his cheek. satoru paused. “…anyway,” he continued. “then he was like-”

another kiss. this time a little closer to the corner of his mouth. he blinked. “are you listening?”

you nodded. “mhm.”

“good.” he continued. “so then-“

kiss.

his sentence died immediately. you tried not to smile. “what was that for?” he asks, pouty.

you shrugged. “wanted to.”

satoru stared at you for a second before continuing. “right. as i was saying-“

kiss.

“hey.”

kiss.

“seriously.”

kiss.

you could see him fighting back a smile.

“you know,” he says, trying to sound annoyed, “most wives let their husbands finish speaking.”

you hummed. “i’m not most wives.” 

he rolled his eyes. “obviously.”

satoru tried one last time. “so the movie ends and-“

you grabbed his face and kissed the tip of his nose. silence. he stared at you. you stared back.

“…forgot what i was talking about.”

you smiled. “finally.”

“don’t sound so happy.”

he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. “you did that on purpose.”

“did what?”

“made me forget.”

you smiled innocently. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

satoru narrowed his eyes. then immediately kissed your cheek.

once. twice. three times.

until you were laughing and trying to push him away. “okay, okay!”

“no,” he said, grinning against your skin. “i wasn’t finished talking.”

“you literally forgot.”

“details.”

he kissed your forehead. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth.

“will you ever let me talk?” he asks.

you kiss him to shut him up, wrapping your hands around his neck. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer. 

“okay i would actually rather kiss you than talk.” he smiles and pecks your lips.

you grin and smush his cheeks. “cuteness aggression….”

' being loved by satoru gojo ' giggling squealing kicking my feet warnings : idfk fluff , gojo being head over heels for you

taking a break after a long day of training and instructing a bunch of stubborn teenagers, you and shoko were sitting in the staff room---discussing things that gojo has done for you that seemed totally normal.

to you.

"satoru left a mission halfway through one time because i said i missed him." you shrug.

shoko nearly choked on her coffee, "he did what?"

you didn't understand why shoko was reacting. i mean, that was totally normal. ...right?

she places her mug down, eyeing you suspiciously. "how often does he carry your bags?"

"all the time."

"open doors?"

"yeah?"

"buys you things?"

"well, obviously."

every one of your answers to her questions, shoko grew more and more confused. she knew that you two were dating, but she always assumed he didn't really get attached to people. well, not like that at least.

shoko clears her throat, "you know he doesn't do any of that for the rest of us, right?" she lowers her voice. "last week i asked him to pass me a pen and he threw it at my head."

"what?" you gasp---and that's when the flashbacks hit you.

gojo automatically ties your shoelaces even though he knows you're more than capable.

gojo carries you when you're tired.

gojo remembering your coffee order.

gojo giving you his jacket before you can even say that you're cold.

gojo dropping everything when you call.

each memory gets progressively more embarrassing because of your obliviousness. so, after the break with shoko, you went looking for gojo for confirmation.

finding him on the field, watching and instructing yuji and megumi while they train together, you approach him.

"do you really do all those things because you love me?"

gojo blinks, "well hello to you too," he chuckles deeply, turning to face you. "explain, sweetheart."

you huff, "like.. everything! you tie my shoelaces, you buy me things without asking, you carry me when i'm tired---"

"who else would i do it for?"

"...shoko says normal boyfriends don't carry spare hair ties." your lips purse together, turning your face away.

gojo tilts his head to the side, placing his index finger under your chin to guide your face back to his. "normal boyfriends are losers."

okay eat this up before i move onto my rin itoshi mini series

satoru’s in the middle of his usual friday night stream: headset on, camera angled perfectly, thousands of viewers watching him and yuuji fumble their way through another co-op match. his deep laugh fills the room as he lands a perfect shot.

“bro, heal me!” yuuji yells.

“skill issue,” satoru mutters, leaning back and grinning when he snipes another enemy before they can even react.

the chat scrolls by at lightning speed — hearts, emotes, thirst comments, the usual chaos. he’s used to it. every stream has someone drooling over his physique or saying they want him to step on them. nothing new.

but then one message catches his eye:

justlurkingbro: dude your girl’s so fucking hot lol the tits… look insanely good to fondle while i pound her haha 😂

and for the first time that night, satoru stops.

his fingers freeze mid-movement. his character just stands there on screen, wide open, until a stray enemy bullet takes him out in seconds.

“the fuck, dude?” yuuji yells through the headset. “we were winning!”

but satoru barely hears him. his jaw is tight, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as his eyes stay locked on that comment. chat is already spamming ?? and what happened, but all he can think about is some random jerk typing that about you.

“yo, you there?” yuuji’s voice cuts in again, confused now.

he exhales slowly, leaning back in his chair. “yeah, yeah,” he mutters, voice lower, sharper. “just… got distracted.”

♡ ⸝⸝ disobeying levi's orders comes with a price ... cw: nsfw

would it be completely wrong to say you went too far today? no, not necessarily, but...it was much more complicated than that. blatantly ignoring captain levi's instructions and defending it wasn't something that you did off the whim. you firmly believed you had made the right call. so, now you were to pay for it.

the moment you sank down on levi's cock, it was over. he had won, without either of you realizing yet. the delicious way he split you open was enough for you to sob an apology in his shoulder. but, as stubborn as you were, you kept your composure—well, as much as you could given the fact he was nested inside of you.

"that shut you up quickly, huh?" he murmured softly. you glared at him and placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly lifting your hips. you whined as his cock slipped outside of your aching cunt before slamming back down. the groan you let out when your hips connected once more was embarrassing to say the least. he let out a low groan himself with a small “fuck.” your walls fluttered around him and you buried your face in his neck.

“hey, don’t hide from me.” you lifted your head at this. his hands found your hips and he guided you up and down his shaft. it felt like with each stroke, he reached deeper and deeper inside. with a broken moan, you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. his tip kissed your cervix every time he bottomed out. you shuddered, gummy walls hugging him tightly.

“it’s too much,” you cried out. your legs trembled, struggling to lift your hips once more.

“c’mon. keep going. where’s all that attitude from earlier?” he replied, grey eyes narrowing at you. you glared back, but started up again. you didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered shut as you bounced up and down in his cock. or the way he twitched each time your velvet walls squeezed around him like your life depended on it. the bastard liked it, liked punishing you for ignoring direct orders. part of you wondered if he gave you such shitty instructions on purpose to have you like this.

“i don’t have an attitude,” you retorted. you frowned and opened your mouth to say something else, but his palm landed on your ass with a light smack!

“you’ve argued enough with me today, don’t you agree?” he snapped his hips up and shamelessly watched as your tits bounced. you whined in response and it took everything in you not to hide your face in his neck again. every drag of his cock caused pleasure to build up in your stomach.

“no,” you choked out. “not enough.”

levi raised an eyebrow. “this isn’t enough for you?” he asked, misunderstanding you on purpose. he leaned back against the headboard, and grabbed your hips, picked up the pace. levi was too impatient to watch you ride him slowly to the edge of overstimulation. no, he needed to feel you coming around him, now. each thrust came with his tip brushing against your sweet spot. the moans you let out only egged him on more.

“levi, please,” you begged. you had no idea what you were asking him, all you could think about was how close you were. your eyes searched his desperately. he stared back, cock still disappearing in and out of your aching cunt. mind blank, you threw your head back and moaned. you were right there, pleasure on the edge of tilling over, when he stilled his hips abruptly.

you gaped at him. his hands found the plush of your hips grinding you against his pelvis slowly. your cunt fluttered around him, cock pulsating against your walls.

“you’re not coming until i get my apology.” his voice broke through the haziness. before you could stop yourself, you mumbled a small “sorry” underneath your breath. he clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“you can do better than that, i know you can,” he taunted with a smirk. he leaned in and his lips found your neck. he sucked the skin gently and chuckled against your skin. you pulled away with a frustrated sigh.

“i’m sorry…” you muttered. levi moved his hips slightly and there it was. that fire, that pleasure you were chasing, ignited once again. you wanted to taste it, you had to. even if it meant bending to his will, slightly.

you clenched around him and frowned as he let out a low groan. “i’m very sorry for disobeying your orders…but.” levi stopped his hips.

“i was also trained to make the best decision for the given situation, captain, so i believe i was just performing my duty.”

his jaw clenched again, except this time, he relaxed right after. he scoffed and brought your hand to his chest. his heart was racing. he watching you carefully as a confused expression crossed your face.

“are you prepared to defend that before your superiors?” he looked slightly amused.

without a word, you lifted your hips up and down, fucking yourself dumb on his cock again. this time, he didn’t stop you, he just muttered curses under his breath. heat pooled in your stomach once more as your walls clenched around him, sucking levi deep inside of you.

it only took a few more thrusts for a wave of pleasure to crash over you. levi followed you soon thereafter, ropes of his seed spilling into you. he pulled out, sensitive cock still twitching.

“shit,” he exhaled.

you collapsed in his chest with a grin. you tapped his neck and whispered into his skin.

“the answer is yes, captain.”

a/n: i consulted my close and personal friend twitter for this. these blurbs are fun. as always, comments and critiques are welcome ;p wanna make sure im giving you guys the best content i can provide

c/w: oral fem receiving, face sitting, nsfw 18+ mdni, dirty talk

words: 822

cw: smut, dryhumping, panty rubbing, puritan kink, bestfriend!satoru, teasing, satoru’s an asshole

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you came to satoru’s house with the intent of asking him a question that has been lingering in your mind for days.

you’re a virgin. a virgin who’s only had one boyfriend who you soon broke up with because you wouldn’t do anything with him.

satoru was there the entire relationship, taking every chance he could to tell you to breakup with him.

he never liked him anyways. he didn’t think anyone was good for you—besides him, of course. he was your beloved best friend after all.

and because of that—you trusted him deeply. he may be untrustworthy when it comes to telling the truth about your snacks disappearing, but when it’s serious, you know he’s there.

you wanted to know what a dick looked like. and what it felt like. of course, you weren’t expecting for him to whip it out and offer it to you, you only wanted him to explain.

at the end of the day, he was a man.

you don’t want to lose your virginity yet, you’re not sure if you’re ready yet. and satoru knew that. but as the years pass, you hadn’t done anything but kiss someone.

satoru’s eager to know what the question was for you to randomly drop by at night.

the problem is—you can’t even ask him out of embarrassment.

“sweets, just spit it out, i won’t make fun of you. promise.” satoru says, his head tilted with an amused smile on his face.

you sit beside him on the couch, both of you faced towards each other. he rests his head in his palm, his elbow rested on the back of the couch.

your face is tainted with a small blush as you anxiously pick at the hem of your shirt.

“i didn’t do anything wrong, right?” he raises an eyebrow, his face morphing into worry. you glance at him, shaking your head.

“no, satoru, it’s just—i—“ you huff, looking at your lap.

he sighs and inches closer. he reaches out and grabs your chin tenderly. your uneasy eyes meets his stormy ones.

“c’mon, angel. no matter what you’d ask me, i won’t make fun of you. and i’ll answer it the best i can.”

you gnaw on the inside of your cheek. “okay, but you can’t laugh.”

the corners of his lips twitch. “you know i can’t promise that.”

you huff, attempting to pull your face out of his hand to no avail. “then never mind.”

he moves closer, your legs now touching. “okay, okay, i won’t laugh. i promise.” he smiles.

you stare at him for a moment, your eyes roaming over his face.

i can trust him, you remind yourself.

“i want to know,” you start, your voice trembling slightly. “i want to know what a…what a dick looks like. and feels like.”

the room goes deathly silent. he goes still, his eyes widening scarcely in shock.

his eyes stay locked on you, your entire body heating up profusely under his gaze.

you regret ever asking him. you shouldn’t have even thought about asking him.

as the silence stretches you grow restless. “never mind, forget i asked, okay?!” you pull away and go to stand up.

satoru catches your wrist and pulls you down on the couch. your faces are impossibly close, his breath tickling your lips.

you swallow a gasp.

“and you wanted me to show you mine?” his voice low and heavily laced with something that makes your stomach churn.

you bite your tongue, reluctantly nodding. he grins and brings his hand to your cheek, his touch delicate.

he chuckles breathlessly like an excited kid. “you’re so cute, coming to your best friend to see his cock?” the way he phrases it makes your pulse jump.

“i’d love to, sweets.“

you’re now laying on your back, satoru hovering over you—suffocating you with his presence alone.

he nips endlessly at your neck, his incisors stinging you deliciously. your pulse is thrumming violently underneath his lips.

you whimper quietly, your hands gripping his hair like a lifeline.

his cock slides over your soaked slit through your panties as he guides himself suitably with his hand.

your panties are a mess, made dirty with your slick and his precum.

he’s thinned them out, tugging them upwards so he can feel your folds clutch on his dick.

his other hand pins your hip down to keep you from wriggling too much.

“fuck, doll. i can feel how tight you are from here.” satoru groans.

he’s already made you come once from doing this—nothing but rubbing the underside of his cock against your clothed cunt.

you feel yourself clench around nothing when he rubs his tip against your clit. you moan directly into his ear unintentionally.

he moans, precum dribbling onto you shamelessly.

“satoru, this—this isn’t what we agreed on.” you meekly say, your words being cut off by another whine.

he clicks his tongue, sitting up to look at the mess he’s made. “you saying this isn’t better?”

he grins when he feels you clench at his words. “but—i don’t want to—” you start.

he clicks his tongue. “don’t worry, we’re not breaking any rules, i’m not even inside you.” he pushes hus cockhead onto your clit as to emphasize his point. you mewl.

he laughs. “pretty little thing. can’t believe i’m the first to touch you, i’m lucky, aren’t i?”

he tugs the hem of your underwear upwards with more force. the friction makes your toes curl. “being the first to dirty this tight hole. i’m honored.”

you cry out, your hands reaching for his wrist.

“no, s-satoru!” you moan.

he hums, tilting down at you, amused at how reactive you are. his grins become insistent, his tip sending electrifying shocks to your clit.

you bite your lip—which does nothing to muffle your whimpering. your hand falls off his wrist and onto the couch.

“no? but you’re gripping me so hard.” he taunts. you spasm around nothing, seeking more.

“wonder what it’d be like to fuck you properly.” he mutters huskily. you moan. you curl your fingers into the cushion underneath you.

“finish inside you, force it back in with my fingers.” he lets out a trembling sigh at the thought. he feels his cock throb under his palm.

“want me to show you what it’d feel like for me to bottom out?” he grumbles, his rubs becoming sloppy and desperate. he huffs out a breathless laugh. “you don’t even know what that is, do you?”

you moan loudly, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap any moment. he smirks—then his face changes to a broken expression.

“shit, angel. you gonna come?” you can only respond with a eager moan. he groans. “do it for me, yeah? please?” he whines.

you feel the coil in your gut snap. you cunt clamps down on the shadow of satoru’s cock. you come with a high-pitched moan, your nails clawing at the couch underneath you.

with a few more adamant rubs—satoru comes with you. he groans and shoots out long, hot, sticky ropes of cum. they land on your panties and your shirt, making a mess out of you.

he falls onto you, his arms wrapping around your waist. he burrows his head in your neck. his laborious breathing matches yours.

he’s filled with joy right now, wholly lucky that you’re still a virgin. that he gets to be the one to defile you.

he knows he should feel at least a tiny bit bad, but how could he? why would someone else be able to do this to you? it’s only right your trusted best friend would.

“how about you come over for more of these lessons, yeah?”

this isn’t what you even planned on doing.

the plan was to see his cock. touch it—once. you’re sure this isn’t the last time.

cw: fluff, suggestive tones, possessive satoru, satorus annoying

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satoru never realized how possessive he is. and he doesn’t care that much either.

but you do.

it’s embarrassing enough for satoru to try and make out with you in public—but it was humiliating when shoko pointed out the hickeys on your neck while hanging out.

you’re fuming by the time you come home. satoru’s sprawled out on the couch like a lazy cat, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.

he sits up immediately when he hears you come in, staring at you excitedly. if he had a tail it’d surely be wagging.

“satoru,” you practically growl at him, glaring at him from the door. he instantly goes tense.

he looks at you reassuringly as you stomp towards him. “heyy sweets,” he says softly. did you have fun with-“

“no, i didn’t have fun.” you interrupt him, now standing in front of the couch. he pouts up at you.

“what happened?”

“you happened!” you point an accusatory finger at him.

“hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” he bemoans.

you move the collar of your shirt, exposing the numerous amount of fresh hickeys satoru had placed there.

his eyebrows raise before a slow smile curves his lips. he doesn’t seem apologetic at all.

if anything, he feels proud of himself. which only makes you more angry.

“are you seriously smiling right now?” you narrow your eyes at him. he stands, tilting your chin upwards to get a better look at his work.

“what? i did a good job, didn’t i?” he grins at you. you scowl at him.

“that’s not funny, satoru. i was so embarrassed when shoko pointed it out.” you frown. satoru pouts at you, his hand moving to the side of your face.

“i thought you liked when i did that!” he whines.

“i do. but there’s too many!”

“i dunno, i think i could add some more.” he murmurs as if thinking about something. you stare at him anxiously.

his other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. his smile grows as he gazes down at you.

your stomach flips.

“so? there’s still some empty spaces.” he tilts his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

you feel your heart skip a beat. you hate the way you’re so easily persuaded by him just because of how beautiful he is.

and he knows it too, that’s exactly why he does it.

it’s unfair.

you look away, chewing the inside of your cheek. “fine.” his face lights up. “but you’re helping me cover them up.”

he chuckles. “of course i will, toots.”

but something about the way he’s smiling at you makes you think he won’t keep that promise.