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(Κα΄ΝΛ¬α΄Ν).ΰ³ΰΏ* βthinking about nanami's hands..
your husband had many things about him that you found incredibly attractive. no matter how long you two have been together, you can never seem to get used to it. it's the way his shoulders stretched, broad and firm. it's the way his body always looks as if it's trying to break free from his clothes, no matter what he wears. it's the warm baritone way his voice comes out when he speaks, and how it slightly softens when he speaks to you.
you don't think you could list everything you find attractive about your husband, even if you had all the time in the world. but one thing always stuck out to you in particular.
his hands.
big and calloused and so, so sexy. you could stare at them for hours, and you have.
you came home later than usual. by this time you're normally there waiting to greet nanami when he returns from work, but today you got a little too sidetracked shopping with your friends and you came home to see him already sat on the couch.
legs spread, tie loosened, head thrown back, exhausted, sexy. just from looking at him you could tell he had a hard day. he doesn't notice you at first. you quietly put your things down near the door and walk over to him. you were so excited to show him all the new things you bought, but you had forgotten all about that once you saw him.
"...ken?" you broke through the silence, making yourself known. he sluggishly lifts his head to see you and his worn, irritated expression instantly softens. "my beautiful girl." his voice is low and he shifts in a way you know means he's telling you to come closer. you sit in his lap and for the first time that day, his body relaxes.
you stroke his hand sympathetically. your heart always tightens a little when you see him like this. "are you okay?" you ask. he doesn't answer your question and instead begins to stroke the side of your face and tuck your hair behind your ear. "you're so pretty," he hums appreciatively. he looks at you intently through his heavy lidded eyes, studying the way your expressions shift.
your face grows warm against his palm and you avoid his gaze. he lets out a breath which was more like a slight chuckle. he loves you like this, bashful and sweet. he decides he wants to see more.
he brushes his thumb over your lower lip and you instinctively shift in his lap. bad idea. you immediately feel him stiffen underneath you as he lets out a slight groan and grips your hip tight with his free hand. "fuck baby, don't do that." at this point you're no longer thinking clearly, you're not even sure if you've had a clear thought since you came home. all you can think about is the very sexy man in front of you, and the very sexy hands he has on you, and you begin to lose any self control you've ever had.
you shift in his lap more, and you both find yourselves in a steady rhythm. you're already soaked and he's already fully hard underneath you. you both can't look away from each other, the sounds of both of your breathing fills the room, too focused on the moment and on each other to speak.
but the longer he has his hands on you, the more your head spins. they're intoxicating, he's intoxicating, and before you can really even think it through, you hold the hand on your face and slip his index and middle finger into your mouth with a look of complete and utter desperation in your eyes.
he groans again, but it was different this time. it wasn't louder, per se, it was truer, animalistic. "fuck, good girl, sweetheart." his eyes are glued to the way your plush lips struggle to wrap around his big fingers. he attempts to push them further into your mouth and you let out a small gag. "cute," he thinks.
"relax your throat, baby... little more.. goooodd girl.. fuck." he continues to mumble more nonsensical things of that nature in between grunts and groans until your eyes begin to water and you're drooling over his fingers and down your own chin.
you look up at him and and attempt to say "please," but with the fingers in your mouth and the desire taking over your brain it came out more like a weak whine than anything else.
a split second later you find yourself thrown over nanami's shoulder and carried into your shared bedroom because despite your very vague request, nanami knew exactly what you wanted.
and he was going to give it to you.
my first post and my first time writing anything like this.. please be nice and kind advice is appreciated βͺ( Β΄β½ο½)
Hello pookie :p Iβm currently writing for another fic of mine but I plan on starting chapter six in a few more days and itβll probably be uploaded soon after. I want maybe 15 chapters? Iβm not sure really. I already have the entire story mapped out I just need the context! Thank you so much for reading pookie!ππ«‘
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Tags- car sex, mild degradation, oral sex m!receiving and f!receiving, begging, cowgirl, cum play, mating press, rough sex, overstimulation, pet names used, reader calls gojo daddy, reader pls run big d gojo is coming for you.
Notes- A little treat before my incoming Gojo series! Wrote this specifically for @madamechrissy! Thank you so much for being a kind soul and mentoring me on my writing journey. Also, happy first anniversary on Tumblr!
Your husband is the successful businessman Satoru Gojo. Your lifestyle is very lavish as he supplies you with everything you could ever want. You donβt lift a finger. He takes care of everything. He hired a private chef, takes you shopping weekly, and your self-care is top-notch, as he hired a professional hairstylist to be on call for you. He even rented out the entire Chanel store for you, allowing you to buy a few things from there. Some people say that a marriage like this has its pros and cons, but youβve yet to see any cons. All you see is diamonds, pearls, and cash.Β
Your friends often tease you, telling you how you canβt possibly have a great sex life if heβs doing all of that. You canβt help but laugh as you tell yourself in your mindβ
If only they knewβ¦
βW-Wait Satoruβ¦the driverββ Satoru peeks his head up from between your legs, your skirt hiked up to your waist. βHeβs seen this a thousand times from us. Donβt know why youβre still embarrassed, let βem lookβ¦β he leans back down between your legs, staring at your leaking heat, inches away from his mouth.Β
You tug at your husbandβs hair, a moan slips from your mouth as he licks your clit at a slowly aching pace, with the flat of his tongue. Teasing you for mentioning another man as heβs between your legs. You shouldnβt worry about anything else and heβs going to make sure you donβt as heβs going to ruin your pussy,Β just like he always does.Β
He pushes your legs up as he spits down into your gaping hole, a big dent in his pants and a growing wet spot ruining the grey fabric of the pants he chose to wear today. βOh baby, youβre such a mess today, let me clean it up for you.β He slurps up all of your juices, entering two of his fingers, making your squirm around, already a moaning mess as you knew this was far from being over.
Β He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a record breaking pace, βS-Satouββ you hiccupped, βthatβs right baby, say my nameβ¦β he entered a third finger and you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as the amount of pleasure you were receiving began to overstimulate you. He began to suck on your clit and your mouth formed an βoβ shape as you gasped, it didnβt take long for you to cum, your filthy liquids gushing out, splashing Satoru in the face and soaking his shirt.
He takes his fingers out with a slight pop. He licked his fingers before leaning down, giving your soaked pussy a light slap, causing you to jerk. He leaned back, hands propped beside him, admiring his work. You were breathing heavily, feet propped up on the seat, your hair a mess, and your clothes ruined. βGood girl, daddyβs so proud of his baby.β He licked his lips, your release glistening on his chin.Β He began to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, releasing his painfully hard cock. He yanked his shirt up, revealing his happy trail.Β
He stroked himself a few times before positioning himself between your glistening, sticky folds. He holds your legs back, slamming into you, causing you to see stars. He began to thrust at a slow pace, his hair sticking to his forehead, his body covered in your slick and sweat. βPleaseβ¦toruβmore! I want more!!β You whispered.
βHuh?β He stops, placing a hand behind his ear, βCanβt hear you, baby. You want me to stop?β He began to pull out, a wicked smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He wanted to hear you beg. Beg for more, tell him how needy you were in the backseat of a fucking car. Not that he cared where the two of you were, youβve had sex everywhere.Β
He loves it when you beg him for more, he just wants to hear you loud and proud before he destroys whatβs rightfully his. You began to panic, trying to move your hips upward. βNooooo! Pleaseβdaddy please fuck me! I want you to destroy my holeβ¦pleaseβ¦β tears formed as the pleasure began to fade. You donβt know why he always teased like this but you knew you were in for a treat for being a good girl and telling him what you needed.Β
βYour wish is my command, baby.β He slams back into you, his skin slapping against yours. You left a creamy ring around his cock as he began to brutally thrust into you. Your moans and whimpers drowned out as Satoru ripped the buttons off your shirt, trying to reach your bouncing tits. He pulled your bra up, latching onto one of your tits. His tongue swirled around the swollen bud, his mind filled with lust as he hovered over you.
The car jerked, making you gasp as Satoru grabbed your waist, snapping his head back at the driver. βBe careful! Canβt you see weβre busy back here?!β The driver glanced at the scene through the mirror, βSorry sirβ¦β he adjusted his hat, his ears red as he focused back on the road. Satoru turned back to you, kissing your cheek. βYou okay, sweets?β You nodded, giving him a faint smile. βAlrighty then, letβs continue!βΒ
He was so big compared to you, his entire body covering you as he pounded into you. He used his big hands to lift your legs up into the air, crossing your ankles and holding them with one hand as he used the other to knead one of your tits. Your mascara streamed down your face, ruining your makeup as you began to drool, tiling your head to the side. Satoru grabbed your face, yanking your head back, meeting his gaze. βHey, hey! You donβt get to look away while I ruin you, wake up!β He gently slapped your cheek before picking up the pace with his thrusts.
βI canβtβ¦ I-It's too much!β You moaned out, you were overstimulated to the max, another orgasm pending. βYes, you can, baby! Come on, watch me breed this pussy, yeah? You wanna be a mommy? Iβll make you a mommyβ¦β Satoru whispered in your ear, his breath plastered on your neck as his grunts and moans filled your ear. He imagined you, belly swollen with his seed, wanting to fill you up more and more. He violently jerked his hips, spilling his hot seed inside you, both of you now moaning, your legs shaking as he was still spilling into you.Β
A few moments went by, and he slowly pulled out of you with a wet pop. He looked down at the mixture of releases, in awe of what heβs created. He swiped his thumb through the mixture, βopen.β He commanded you, and you obeyed, opening your mouth as he placed his thumb on your tongue. You instinctively close your mouth, sucking his thumb clean.Β
Satoru smiled at you, your lewd expression only making his cock harden again. βTaste good?β He asked. You nodded as he took his thumb out of your mouth. He looked down at his cock, covered in your slick and his own cum, βhelp me clean up, yeah?β He let go of your ankles, helping you put your legs down as he switched spots with you. He kicked his pants off, making room for you to appear between his legs.Β
You grab onto his cock with one of your hands but Satoru slaps it away, βNo hands! You know better than that.β You placed your hands on his thighs like he taught you, using the tip of your tongue you lick him from the base all the way to the tip. Satoru groaned, his hand massaging the back of your head as you quickly shoved his cock into your mouth, making yourself gag.Β
He yanked your head back, pulling you off his cock as you began to cough. βSomeoneβs impatient todayβ¦you know not to rush things I donβt know why youβre being such a fucking brat today. Nice and slow baby, like I taught you.β You wiped your mouth before positioning yourself in front of his cock again. βSorry daddyβ¦let me make it up to youβ¦β He tilted his head, βYouβre sorry? Show me how sorry you are with your mouth, baby.βΒ
You slowly inserted his cock back into your mouth, your hands gripping his thighs as you sink your head lower and lower by each aching second, lapping up any excess cum around his cock with a few swirls of your tongue. βJust like that, good fucking girlβ¦β Satoru leaned his head back as your cheeks hollowed, bobbing your head as spit and precum filled your mouth, spilling for the sides, falling onto your chin.Β
Your pussy leaking as his cum was dripping out of you onto the floor. His thick, lengthy cock stretching your mouth as a few of his trimmed hairs ticked his nose when you took all of him in. This time not gagging as he praised you for being such an obedient slut and taking all of his inches down your throat.Β
It didnβt take long for him to cum, releasing his hot, sticky cum down your esophagus. You lap every drop of it up pulling your head back until you reach his tip, sucking up whatever he had left. He pulls you up, making you straddle him, your aching pussy begging for more as you begin to whimper. You passionately kiss your husband, releasing the mixture of spit and his cum into his own, making him groan at the taste, he loved tasting his own cum after you.
Β He giving your ass a hard slap making you yelp as he shoved his cock into your leaking pussy, you hold onto his shoulders as he moves your hips, slamming them down, meeting him as he bounces you up and on his cock. You felt the pressure building inside of you again, missing the feeling of his cock stretching you as you both were a moaning mess by now.Β
Your tits bounced as he was slamming you onto his cock repeatedly. His cock brutalizes your gummy walls, hitting that special spot over and over again. βT-ToruβIβm so so closeβ¦please let me cum.β You pleaded. βLet go for me baby, cum for me like the good girl you are!β Your vision began to blur as you came on his cock again, crying and whimpering as you felt him release into you again.
βAhemβ¦Mr and Mrs. Gojo, weβve arrived at your home.β
You both snap back to reality quickly, trying to find your clothes, clumsily hitting each other in the process. The driver looks back to see the horror of what you two have done yet again in the backseat of his car. Satoru throws a couple of hundred dollars at him before getting out of the car with you. βSorry about that again, man. Canβt help it, my wifeβs hot!β
Summary- Voted sexiest man alive in 2025, Satoru Gojo is the world's most eligible bachelor. The Jujutsu Kaisen star is a 3x divorcee, no kids, and is filthy rich. There were rumors a few years ago he spent his money on women, cocaine, and expensive cars, but those were just rumors, right? After attending his best friend Nanami's new series premiere, he's seen chatting with a young woman, who is ironically Nanami's wife's assistant. Will Satoru finally find love or is this just another chapter in the hopeless romantic's life?
Tags- Mild language, drug use, smut, rough sex, mentions of abuse, false allegations, semi-public sex, ten-year age gap, Satoru is 38, reader is 28, alcohol use, mentions of pregnancy, hurt and comfort, modern au, angsty asfff. MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ASF!!!!
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After that day, you learned something about Satoru: he is clingy as fuck! When you wake up in bed, your phone has over ten text messages just from him. At work, when youβre trying to lock in, you get at least twenty bouquets from him, but this time, you let them all stay in your office. During your meeting with some of the companyβs partners, you notice through the window a stream of paparazzi outside and a familiar white car. Mrs. Nanami smirks into her coffee, watching the scene as you watch in horror because you already know who it is. Satoru steps out of the car with Baby wearing her bedazzled collar.Β
He has a smug look and a gift in his hand. He walks through the paparazzi and heads inside the office, where you are waiting in the lobby, clearly pissed. βSatoru, WHAT are you doing here??β you ask, tugging on his arm, leading him to your office. βI came to see you, of course.β His hand travels to your waist, pulling you close, βaaaaaannnnndddd Baby needed to go on her walk, so I drove here after the dog park!β You look down to see Baby, the bougiest dog to ever exist, just sitting next to Satoruβs leg, chilling in her bedazzled collar that blinds people who walk nearby.Β
You sometimes think Satoru acts like a snobby celebrity, especially with his flashy car and fancy dog. You shake your head and say, "I'm busy all day today and can't be distracted, so if you could just goβ" Satoru's eyes widen. Then, without warning, he drops to his knees and grabs your leg. "No, no, no, please donβt kick us out! Weβll be good, I promise! Iβll stay in your office and wonβt bother you!" he whines, his eyes filling with fake tears and his nose turning red.
You sometimes forget he is an actor, but this is one of those moments. With a sigh of defeat, you lead him to your office. You push him inside and tell him and his dog to stay put. Satoru pouts but quickly gets distracted by the bowl of candy on your desk. You roll your eyes and head to your meeting.
As you wrap up your farewells with your colleagues, reveling in the camaraderie of a long dayβs work, you push open your office door and are met with an utterly ludicrous sight. There, slumped over in your chair, is Satoruβ¦not a child, mind you, but a man nearing forty. He has a blue iPad clutched tightly in one hand, his brow furrowed in concentration, and heβs engaged in a lively debate with a group of kids on Robloxβplaying Dressed to Impress.Β
βNo, your outfit sucks bitchββ
β STOP GIVING ME ONE STAR, MY OUTFIT ATE!β
βMm, this was cute, two stars for you.β
βSeriously?β you call out, a grin creeping across your face. βYou do realize youβre practically old enough to be the kidsβ dad, right?βΒ He looks up briefly, his expression one of mock seriousness, as if fighting off a horde of pixelated monsters was a noble cause. βIβm in the middle of some crucial outfits here!β he retorts, waving his free hand dismissively. βThese kids need to understand that my looks are legendary!βΒ
You just look in disbelief, almost, and then you see Baby perched up on your plush rug, βUm, Satoru, get your fucking dog off my expensive ass rug!β You snap at him, dragging his big ass out of your chair to his dog thatβs scratching elegantly on your rug. God forbid this girl has rabies. Satoru looks at you with disbelief, βWhat? First off, Baby isnβt just a dogββΒ
βYeah, youβre right, sheβs an annoying ass dog.β
βOh yeah? I can say the same for the demon YOU call a dog!β
βDonβt you bring Prince into this!β
βYou started this!β
Some coworkers gather by your door, listening to you and Satoru arguing until you swing open the door, and a few of them fall into the room. You just look down at the pile of people in your office and sigh because what else could go wrong today?
You kick them and Satoru out, βWHY DO I HAVE TO GOββ you cut him off with the slam of your door. βIβll pick you up tonightβ¦β he said through the door with a muffle, then walked off, all mopey and sad with Baby trotting behind him. As you sit at your desk, you rest your elbow on your desk and your chin on your hand, looking at your computer screen, wishing time would speed up.
Just as the dread and sorrow kick in, you get a knock, and itβs Mrs. Nanami. She looks elegant and expensive as always. Closing the door behind her, she walks up to your desk and takes a seat in the nearby chair, βSo, are you gonna give me an update or what? Iβve been dying for the tea!β she says, leaning in a bit.Β
βFirst, I need an update about you, maβam,β you chuckle, βCongrats on the pregnancy!β you say, clapping your hands once, a smile growing on your face. Finally, something or someone that isnβt agitating you today. Her face lights up at your compliment, a smile spreading across her face. βThank you! Ken and I are absolutely thrilled!β You gently tilt your head, curious. βAnd how are the kids taking it?βΒ
βOh, theyβre over the moon!β she replies, her eyes sparkling with excitement. βBut I had a little moment with my son; heβs fine now. You know how teenagers can misinterpret everything.β She mutters that last part, a hint of exasperation in her voice. βAh, so he didnβt handle it well at first?β you ask, concern flickering in your eyes.
βSomewhat. He was there when I found out I was pregnant, and he thought I was saying that he and the twins were already a lot to handleβwhich, of course, they are,β she laughs, the sound warm. βBut not in the way he assumed, you know?βΒ
You nod, captivated as your eyes remain fixed on her, wanting to soak in every word she shares without interrupting. βI mean, my kids mean the world to me, but so does this company,β she continues, her voice growing more reflective. βItβs going to be complicated, but thatβs why Iβm so grateful to have Kento by my side." She smiles.
"He takes on so much without any fuss, and with this new addition to our family, my appreciation for him grows deeper day by dayβ¦β She chats animatedly about Kento, her eyes shining with love, until suddenly she pauses. βWhy didnβt you stop me, girl? Here I am, going on and on about my life and all my little dramas when I actually came to see how youβre doing!βΒ
βWell, Satoru and I have gotten closer, and things have changed.β Her brow raises, βAnd when you say, closeββ she says, using her fingers to gesture quotations, βDo you mean close as in heβs been inside you, or close as in yaβll are being boring adults and taking things slow?β
You gasp at the first half, then break out in laughter, β First off, he wasnβt inside me ...well, his tongue wasβ¦β You murmur into your coffee cup. Next thing you know, you can hear the entire building shake with her reaction, βHE WHAAAAAAT???β Her jaw drops. On the floor. Past the pavement. Under the building at this point. βBiiiiitch,β she jerks back into her seat in disbelief, βAnd why didnβt you call me?!β She scoffs, fake upset. βBecause it was like soβ¦β you pause, trying to find your words,Β
βSoooo disgusting?β
βNoβ
βSooo embarrassing..?β
βNoβ
βSo good it was disgustingly embarrassing?β
βKind ofβ¦β Your eyes drop as you answer, βOH MY GOODNESS!!β Now, Mrs Nanami is standing, hovering over your desk, βHow did that even happen?β And so you begin telling her about the date and what happened with Yuka, and she stops you, her face turned up with disgust, βWait a minute, Yuka was there?β βShe came into the lobby of our building and was trying to intimidate me lowkey, but she just doesnβt know who sheβs fucking with.β You cross your arms, looking at Mrs Nanamiβs face as she hasnβt said anything yet, which means she knows something. βWhat?β You ask, βWhat do you know?β
βYou have to be careful around her; she knows a lot of people, and you wonder how easy it was for her to almost ruin Satoru?β She looks up at you, βShe is a person who will literally do anything to destroy someone thatβs a threat to her.β A smirk displays on your face, βshe doesnβt scare me. Thatβs a blowup doll waiting to be popped if you ask me!β Mrs Nanami looks at you like sheβs almost speechless, but then shakes her head and says, βWhat did you expect? You expected me to be scared like a pussy?β You lean forward, talking like this lady ainβt your boss but a regular associate, after all these years, though, it didnβt matter.
Β βGirl, no, not like a pussy, I just want you to be careful, is all. I literally just told you why!β Her eyes are now filled with worry because she knows how stubborn you are. You arenβt just an assistant to her, youβre like her little sister, and sheβd hate to let anyone hurt you. βI knowβ¦Iβm sorry, Iβm just trying not to give her too much energy because itβs like sheβs a fucking vampire or something, like I need to be careful at all times or else sheβll get me. Then itβs like Satoru doesnβt know what to do with her either! When he saw her, it was like he froze with fear for a second.β You run a hand down your face, sighing, βI donβt wanna talk about it anymoreβ¦βΒ
Later that evening, youβre packing up a little early since you finished all your work and are heading out of your office when Satoru texts to tell you heβs on his way. Youβre hoping he takes you out after this, but what you donβt expect is that when you walk out of the building, you're bombarded by a gang of paparazzi and their cameras flashing.
βWhatβs your relation to Satoru Gojo?β
βAre you Satoru Gojoβs mistress?β
βWere you the reason his last marriage ended?β
Youβre damn near blinded by the flashes and canβt see where youβre going. βFuck off!β Your anger reflects as you push through the paparazzi, but they keep following, keep hoarding. Then you see Satoru speeding down the street toward you. He barely parks his car before getting out and rushing you to the passenger side, pushing you in before slamming the door. You watch as he berates and curses out the media, cameras still flashing as he drives off.Β
The car ride is quietβ¦too quiet. Mainly because youβre simmering in anger and regret. You hate having people assume that youβre a home wreckerβ¦a mistress. Youβve always been a woman of integrity and high standards, so this kind of attention is a no-go. Satoru finally spoke, βIβm sorry I wasnβt there in time, you shouldnβt have been in that position.β You scoff, βYouβre right, I shouldnβt have been in that position, but this is what I get for fooling with a man that doesnβt have his shit together.β Satoruβs hands tighten on the wheel, his brows furrowed as he listens to you. βThis wasnβt my doing, I have no control over what Yuka does!βΒ
βTime and time again, you prove to me right that you literally are not someone I should be associated with! You're always in drama. This woman knows where I live, where I work, and now there is a rumor that I was your fucking mistress!β Your voice slightly cracks. Satoru looks at you briefly before focusing back on the road. βSo you want me to have superpowers and predict when she comes around? I literally cannot control what she does! Iβm telling you this because I am not the man she portrayed me to be, I am not the man you think I am!βΒ
βI donβt give a fuck what kind of man you claim to be! Your crazy ass ex-wife is causing all these issues, and youβre acting like I gotta endure this, I donβt! So drop me off at my apartment and leave me alone.βΒ
βThatβs what you want?β
βYeah, thatβs exactly what I want.β
βYou just want me to leave you alone.β
βYupβ
FIVE MINUTES LATER
Satoru has your legs pinned to your chest in your bed, literally rearranging your guts, but you wanted him to leave you alone.
Right?
βW-Wait, Satoruβtoo much,β he cuts you off with a thrust so powerful he damn near knocks you off the bed. Heβs thrusting at such a brutal pace, like heβs trying to apologize or punish you with his dick, maybe both. You close your eyes, tilting your head to the side a little, all the pressure building up to your second, third, maybe fourth orgasm.
You couldnβt tell; you were in lala land. Satoru grabs your jaw, which makes your eyes snap back open, and he positions your head so you can watch him go in and out of your gushing mess, βLook at me destroying that pussy baby, you still want me to leave you alone?β He says, menacingly staring into your soul, quickening his pace. You canβt help but moan, youβre slowly regretting letting him inside your apartmentβ¦
No, you donβt.
Your toes curl up from the pleasure building up, youβre a sloppy mess, all you hear is your skin slapping together, and the degrading sounds of your pussy being destroyed. Satoru wastes no time, pulling out and flipping you over. You whine at the sudden loss,Β but then you look forward and see that he positioned you to look at the mirror while he fucks you from behind. He grabs your already fucked up hair, pulling you up, βAnswer me, baby, you want me to leave you alone?β He asks, his other hand guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing your poor hole. βI-Iβ¦βΒ
βI-Iβ¦β Satoru mocks you, βThatβs not an answer, doll. Tell me no,w or else Iβll take your silence for an answer and just ya knowβ¦leave.β He says as heβs slowly pushing his tip back inside you. You, being the prideful whore woman you are, donβt say anything.
You just grab his cock and push yourself back onto him, causing you both to moan. You because this might be the best dick youβve ever had. Him because that was probably the hottest shit heβs seen ever. Satoru lets go of your hair and grabs your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he starts thrusting again. You can hardly catch your breath when he pulls back, and then you feel it, him spitting in your mouth.
Oh, Satoru is so pussy drunk right now, and you, oh, you poor soul. Youβre completely out of it. You try to use a hand to push against his abdomen, but he swats your hand away. βYou wanted this, you wanted me to come in here and fuck you like an animal, huh?β All you can do is whine and moan out of pure bliss,Β and Satoru laughs, he fucking laughs at the fact that the woman heβs chased for years is now spent off his cock.Β
Satoru's hands grip your hips tightly as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more forceful and demanding. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as he leans down, his chest pressing against your back. "It's too much," you whimper, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life.
"Too much?" he growls, his voice rough with desire. "It's never enough." He speeds up, his hips slamming into yours with a force that makes you cry out. "You're mine," he whispers against your skin, nipping at your earlobe. "This pussy belongs to me, right?"
Your head is spinning, your body trembling as you try to catch your breath. "Yes," you manage to nod, but it's not enough for him. He leans back, his grip on your hips tightening. "I didn't quite hear you before," he taunts, his eyes burning into yours. "Look at the mirror and tell me again who you belong to, baby."
You turn your head, your vision blurry with tears, but there you are, your body slick with sweat, your hair a mess, your lips swollen from his kisses. "It's yours," you whisper, your voice breaking. "All of me, it's yours."
********
After Satoru fucked your brains out, your entire body goes limp. Even though youβre lying up with Satoru, passed out on his chest, your heart is feeling like giving him access to you right now might not be the best choice. You wake up, the sky is dark, and you see that Satoru isnβt in the room, but heβs in your living room; you faintly hear him talking to someone on the phone.Β You grab your phone to see the video of you being swarmed by the paparazzi go viral. You see Satoruβs Instagram post, and it looks like his PR team held him at gunpoint to make a statement.
"I want to address the unfounded rumors circulating about my relationship with my ex-wife. I assure you that these claims are completely false. My legal team is prepared to take action against anyone responsible for spreading this misinformation. I would also like to clarify that the woman I am currently seeing is unrelated to my previous marriage or our separation. There is no connection between these matters, and I appreciate your understanding."Β
You just look at your phone like someone whoβs just seen something they werenβt meant to see. βThe woman youβre currently seeing, huh?β you mumble, looking around, a faint blush on your face. You grab a t-shirt before walking out to see Satoru shirtless, in his underwear, and looking like heβs auditioning for a Calvin Klein photo shoot, but they rejected him because he looks like he fucking aged fifteen years in dog years. At least the dick print is impressiveβ¦not like he needed to show you anymore, he already put you to sleep twice now.
Satoru sees you and quickly hangs up the phone, his expression turning serious as he approaches. He wraps his arms around you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield. βIβm so sorry about this,β he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. βYuka is taking things way too far.β You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of the online hate that seems to grow heavier each day.
βYeah, she is... and frankly, your little statement wonβt do much to stop it. The comments are brutal.β He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with concern. βI know, but thereβs something you need to hear.β As he kneels before you, his hands slide down your waist, his touch both grounding and electrifying. βLook at me,β he says, his voice firm yet tender.
You meet his gaze, and this time, itβs not filled with the fire of passion but rather with a deep, unwavering love. βAll these years, Iβve spent chasing you. Every woman Iβve ever been withβ¦ they donβt even come close to what I feel for you.β He chuckles softly, but itβs laced with something heavier. βI thought I could bury my feelings beneath flings, but instead, they just kept growing.β
βSatoruβ¦β You feel your heart race, caught between disbelief and yearning. His grip on your hips tightens as he stares deeply into your eyes, his own filling with unshed tears. βJust listen, pleaseβ¦β His voice drops to a whisper. βI love you. Iβve loved you for so long.β He bows his head, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. βI canβt bear the thought of this tearing us apart. Weβre building something together, and I donβt want Yuka or anyone else to destroy it.β
You take a moment, allowing his words to sink in. The tension in your chest begins to ease, replaced by a flicker of hope. βSatoruβ¦ Itβs not easy. This is a lot coming from her. Now the media is involved, and Iβm getting so much hate. If you really mean this, you gotta show me. Iβve had my fair share of heartbreak, and I literally cannot go through that again. So tell me, do you mean it?βΒ
He looks up at you, his gaze earnest and unwavering. βI do. More than anything. I want to face this together. I donβt want to run away or hide from the world anymore. I want to fight for your love.β You shake your head slightly, feeling the corners of your lips tug upwards.
βYou really mean that?β
βOf course, sweets, besidesβ¦you think I'm throwing all this away?β he replies, a small smile breaking through his earlier anguish. βWeβll navigate this storm together. You have me, always.β
With a newfound clarity, you sink to the ground beside him. βThen letβs keep building,β you say softly, reaching for his hand. βLetβs show everyone that love can conquer even the fiercest battles.β Satoru squeezes your hand, a mix of relief and determination washing over his face. Then a small grin appears on his face, βYouβre so cute when you let your guard down!β he says, bringing you into a bear hug, almost crushing your bones.
βSatoru!β you say, trying to get from under him. Satoru's eyes widen, realizing heβs almost suffocating you, he lets go. You stare at him blankly, eyes deadpanned onto him, βReally?!β you say, lightly pushing his shoulders. You both stare at each other for a moment, silence filling the air, then laughter breaks out between you two, as the nightlife on the outside continues, and the love between you two is just starting to brew.Β
The last time I saw him, was the last time I saw the sun...
Paring- Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader
Tags- Major Character death, regret, so much angst, talks of death, flashbacks, widow reader, pregnant reader
Itβs been seven months
You sit in the sand at the beach in Malaysia, remembering what he promised you. He told you that when he returned from this mission, heβd retire, and you two would visit Malaysia together. You were lying in bed together, soaking in your final moments with each other. βJust in case I donβt come back from this missionββΒ
Your heart ached at the memory, you still remember his shaky voiceβit was like he knew once he walked out that door, he wasnβt coming back. You close your eyes as the sun beams on your skin, tears flowing down your face.
Youβve begged him before to leave that life behind, not wanting that type of phone call about your husband. You hated how every time heβd return from a mission, the smell of blood and sweat filled your living room, the scent clinging to him like a magnet.
And now, all you can feel is regret.
Regret for not holding him longer. Regret for not making him promise harder. Regret for not telling him that someone was waiting for him at home. Someone else.
Your hand moves instinctively to your swollen belly. You look down, gently rubbing the curve of your stomach, feeling the faint flutter of life stirring inside. A reminder. A piece of him, still here. Still growing.
You found out the day before he left. You wanted to tell him in some perfect way. You imagined his face lighting up, his arms pulling you close, his whispers of "we're going to be parents" against your hair.
But you waited. You waited for his return. You wanted to be his light like you always were, just like this baby would have beenβ¦
Just for him to never return home. You got that call, and your whole world turned upside down. You stopped feeling joy, you didnβt want to get out of bed unless it was for doctorβs appointments.
Now, under the Malaysian sun, he longed to see you whisper through the tears, βSheβs going to know who you were. Iβll make sure of it.β
And the waves, endless and steady, seem to carry that promise out to him, wherever he is.
The last time you saw him was the last time your eyes lit up, the last time you saw the sunβ¦
Everything since then has felt dim, like the world has been caught in a never-ending dusk. Smiles feel borrowed, laughter echoes hollow, and even the brightest days carry a shadow. You move through life, but the color is left with him, and nothing has looked quite the same since.
Even your pregnancy, a miracle you once dreamed of sharing with him, feels bittersweet. You feel her kicks, her life growing stronger each day, and it's beautiful... but it's also a constant reminder of what heβll never get to see. Heβll never place his hand on your belly and feel her move.
Heβll never speak to her through your skin or sing to her late at night when you canβt sleep. You have to stay strong, not only for yourself but for her as well. You know heβd be overly proud of how great a mother youβll become. How encouraging he would be. She is a symbol of your love.Β
You carry the weight of his memory and the promise of her future.
Summary- Voted sexiest man alive in 2025, Satoru Gojo is the world's most eligible bachelor. The Jujutsu Kaisen star is a 3x divorcee, no kids, and is filthy rich. There were rumors a few years ago he spent his money on women, cocaine, and expensive cars, but those were just rumors, right? After attending his best friend Nanami's new series premiere, he's seen chatting with a young woman, who is ironically Nanami's wife's assistant. Will Satoru finally find love or is this just another chapter in the hopeless romantic's life?
Tags- Mild language, drug use, smut, rough sex, mentions of abuse, false allegations, semi-public sex, ten-year age gap, Satoru is 38, reader is 28, alcohol use, mentions of pregnancy, hurt and comfort, modern au, angsty asfff. MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ASF!!!!
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After that day, you learned something about Satoru: he is clingy as fuck! When you wake up in bed, your phone has over ten text messages just from him. At work, when youβre trying to lock in, you get at least twenty bouquets from him, but this time, you let them all stay in your office. During your meeting with some of the companyβs partners, you notice through the window a stream of paparazzi outside and a familiar white car. Mrs. Nanami smirks into her coffee, watching the scene as you watch in horror because you already know who it is. Satoru steps out of the car with Baby wearing her bedazzled collar.Β
He has a smug look and a gift in his hand. He walks through the paparazzi and heads inside the office, where you are waiting in the lobby, clearly pissed. βSatoru, WHAT are you doing here??β you ask, tugging on his arm, leading him to your office. βI came to see you, of course.β His hand travels to your waist, pulling you close, βaaaaaannnnndddd Baby needed to go on her walk, so I drove here after the dog park!β You look down to see Baby, the bougiest dog to ever exist, just sitting next to Satoruβs leg, chilling in her bedazzled collar that blinds people who walk nearby.Β
You sometimes think Satoru acts like a snobby celebrity, especially with his flashy car and fancy dog. You shake your head and say, "I'm busy all day today and can't be distracted, so if you could just goβ" Satoru's eyes widen. Then, without warning, he drops to his knees and grabs your leg. "No, no, no, please donβt kick us out! Weβll be good, I promise! Iβll stay in your office and wonβt bother you!" he whines, his eyes filling with fake tears and his nose turning red.
You sometimes forget he is an actor, but this is one of those moments. With a sigh of defeat, you lead him to your office. You push him inside and tell him and his dog to stay put. Satoru pouts but quickly gets distracted by the bowl of candy on your desk. You roll your eyes and head to your meeting.
As you wrap up your farewells with your colleagues, reveling in the camaraderie of a long dayβs work, you push open your office door and are met with an utterly ludicrous sight. There, slumped over in your chair, is Satoruβ¦not a child, mind you, but a man nearing forty. He has a blue iPad clutched tightly in one hand, his brow furrowed in concentration, and heβs engaged in a lively debate with a group of kids on Robloxβplaying Dressed to Impress.Β
βNo, your outfit sucks bitchββ
β STOP GIVING ME ONE STAR, MY OUTFIT ATE!β
βMm, this was cute, two stars for you.β
βSeriously?β you call out, a grin creeping across your face. βYou do realize youβre practically old enough to be the kidsβ dad, right?βΒ He looks up briefly, his expression one of mock seriousness, as if fighting off a horde of pixelated monsters was a noble cause. βIβm in the middle of some crucial outfits here!β he retorts, waving his free hand dismissively. βThese kids need to understand that my looks are legendary!βΒ
You just look in disbelief, almost, and then you see Baby perched up on your plush rug, βUm, Satoru, get your fucking dog off my expensive ass rug!β You snap at him, dragging his big ass out of your chair to his dog thatβs scratching elegantly on your rug. God forbid this girl has rabies. Satoru looks at you with disbelief, βWhat? First off, Baby isnβt just a dogββΒ
βYeah, youβre right, sheβs an annoying ass dog.β
βOh yeah? I can say the same for the demon YOU call a dog!β
βDonβt you bring Prince into this!β
βYou started this!β
Some coworkers gather by your door, listening to you and Satoru arguing until you swing open the door, and a few of them fall into the room. You just look down at the pile of people in your office and sigh because what else could go wrong today?
You kick them and Satoru out, βWHY DO I HAVE TO GOββ you cut him off with the slam of your door. βIβll pick you up tonightβ¦β he said through the door with a muffle, then walked off, all mopey and sad with Baby trotting behind him. As you sit at your desk, you rest your elbow on your desk and your chin on your hand, looking at your computer screen, wishing time would speed up.
Just as the dread and sorrow kick in, you get a knock, and itβs Mrs. Nanami. She looks elegant and expensive as always. Closing the door behind her, she walks up to your desk and takes a seat in the nearby chair, βSo, are you gonna give me an update or what? Iβve been dying for the tea!β she says, leaning in a bit.Β
βFirst, I need an update about you, maβam,β you chuckle, βCongrats on the pregnancy!β you say, clapping your hands once, a smile growing on your face. Finally, something or someone that isnβt agitating you today. Her face lights up at your compliment, a smile spreading across her face. βThank you! Ken and I are absolutely thrilled!β You gently tilt your head, curious. βAnd how are the kids taking it?βΒ
βOh, theyβre over the moon!β she replies, her eyes sparkling with excitement. βBut I had a little moment with my son; heβs fine now. You know how teenagers can misinterpret everything.β She mutters that last part, a hint of exasperation in her voice. βAh, so he didnβt handle it well at first?β you ask, concern flickering in your eyes.
βSomewhat. He was there when I found out I was pregnant, and he thought I was saying that he and the twins were already a lot to handleβwhich, of course, they are,β she laughs, the sound warm. βBut not in the way he assumed, you know?βΒ
You nod, captivated as your eyes remain fixed on her, wanting to soak in every word she shares without interrupting. βI mean, my kids mean the world to me, but so does this company,β she continues, her voice growing more reflective. βItβs going to be complicated, but thatβs why Iβm so grateful to have Kento by my side." She smiles.
"He takes on so much without any fuss, and with this new addition to our family, my appreciation for him grows deeper day by dayβ¦β She chats animatedly about Kento, her eyes shining with love, until suddenly she pauses. βWhy didnβt you stop me, girl? Here I am, going on and on about my life and all my little dramas when I actually came to see how youβre doing!βΒ
βWell, Satoru and I have gotten closer, and things have changed.β Her brow raises, βAnd when you say, closeββ she says, using her fingers to gesture quotations, βDo you mean close as in heβs been inside you, or close as in yaβll are being boring adults and taking things slow?β
You gasp at the first half, then break out in laughter, β First off, he wasnβt inside me ...well, his tongue wasβ¦β You murmur into your coffee cup. Next thing you know, you can hear the entire building shake with her reaction, βHE WHAAAAAAT???β Her jaw drops. On the floor. Past the pavement. Under the building at this point. βBiiiiitch,β she jerks back into her seat in disbelief, βAnd why didnβt you call me?!β She scoffs, fake upset. βBecause it was like soβ¦β you pause, trying to find your words,Β
βSoooo disgusting?β
βNoβ
βSooo embarrassing..?β
βNoβ
βSo good it was disgustingly embarrassing?β
βKind ofβ¦β Your eyes drop as you answer, βOH MY GOODNESS!!β Now, Mrs Nanami is standing, hovering over your desk, βHow did that even happen?β And so you begin telling her about the date and what happened with Yuka, and she stops you, her face turned up with disgust, βWait a minute, Yuka was there?β βShe came into the lobby of our building and was trying to intimidate me lowkey, but she just doesnβt know who sheβs fucking with.β You cross your arms, looking at Mrs Nanamiβs face as she hasnβt said anything yet, which means she knows something. βWhat?β You ask, βWhat do you know?β
βYou have to be careful around her; she knows a lot of people, and you wonder how easy it was for her to almost ruin Satoru?β She looks up at you, βShe is a person who will literally do anything to destroy someone thatβs a threat to her.β A smirk displays on your face, βshe doesnβt scare me. Thatβs a blowup doll waiting to be popped if you ask me!β Mrs Nanami looks at you like sheβs almost speechless, but then shakes her head and says, βWhat did you expect? You expected me to be scared like a pussy?β You lean forward, talking like this lady ainβt your boss but a regular associate, after all these years, though, it didnβt matter.
Β βGirl, no, not like a pussy, I just want you to be careful, is all. I literally just told you why!β Her eyes are now filled with worry because she knows how stubborn you are. You arenβt just an assistant to her, youβre like her little sister, and sheβd hate to let anyone hurt you. βI knowβ¦Iβm sorry, Iβm just trying not to give her too much energy because itβs like sheβs a fucking vampire or something, like I need to be careful at all times or else sheβll get me. Then itβs like Satoru doesnβt know what to do with her either! When he saw her, it was like he froze with fear for a second.β You run a hand down your face, sighing, βI donβt wanna talk about it anymoreβ¦βΒ
Later that evening, youβre packing up a little early since you finished all your work and are heading out of your office when Satoru texts to tell you heβs on his way. Youβre hoping he takes you out after this, but what you donβt expect is that when you walk out of the building, you're bombarded by a gang of paparazzi and their cameras flashing.
βWhatβs your relation to Satoru Gojo?β
βAre you Satoru Gojoβs mistress?β
βWere you the reason his last marriage ended?β
Youβre damn near blinded by the flashes and canβt see where youβre going. βFuck off!β Your anger reflects as you push through the paparazzi, but they keep following, keep hoarding. Then you see Satoru speeding down the street toward you. He barely parks his car before getting out and rushing you to the passenger side, pushing you in before slamming the door. You watch as he berates and curses out the media, cameras still flashing as he drives off.Β
The car ride is quietβ¦too quiet. Mainly because youβre simmering in anger and regret. You hate having people assume that youβre a home wreckerβ¦a mistress. Youβve always been a woman of integrity and high standards, so this kind of attention is a no-go. Satoru finally spoke, βIβm sorry I wasnβt there in time, you shouldnβt have been in that position.β You scoff, βYouβre right, I shouldnβt have been in that position, but this is what I get for fooling with a man that doesnβt have his shit together.β Satoruβs hands tighten on the wheel, his brows furrowed as he listens to you. βThis wasnβt my doing, I have no control over what Yuka does!βΒ
βTime and time again, you prove to me right that you literally are not someone I should be associated with! You're always in drama. This woman knows where I live, where I work, and now there is a rumor that I was your fucking mistress!β Your voice slightly cracks. Satoru looks at you briefly before focusing back on the road. βSo you want me to have superpowers and predict when she comes around? I literally cannot control what she does! Iβm telling you this because I am not the man she portrayed me to be, I am not the man you think I am!βΒ
βI donβt give a fuck what kind of man you claim to be! Your crazy ass ex-wife is causing all these issues, and youβre acting like I gotta endure this, I donβt! So drop me off at my apartment and leave me alone.βΒ
βThatβs what you want?β
βYeah, thatβs exactly what I want.β
βYou just want me to leave you alone.β
βYupβ
FIVE MINUTES LATER
Satoru has your legs pinned to your chest in your bed, literally rearranging your guts, but you wanted him to leave you alone.
Right?
βW-Wait, Satoruβtoo much,β he cuts you off with a thrust so powerful he damn near knocks you off the bed. Heβs thrusting at such a brutal pace, like heβs trying to apologize or punish you with his dick, maybe both. You close your eyes, tilting your head to the side a little, all the pressure building up to your second, third, maybe fourth orgasm.
You couldnβt tell; you were in lala land. Satoru grabs your jaw, which makes your eyes snap back open, and he positions your head so you can watch him go in and out of your gushing mess, βLook at me destroying that pussy baby, you still want me to leave you alone?β He says, menacingly staring into your soul, quickening his pace. You canβt help but moan, youβre slowly regretting letting him inside your apartmentβ¦
No, you donβt.
Your toes curl up from the pleasure building up, youβre a sloppy mess, all you hear is your skin slapping together, and the degrading sounds of your pussy being destroyed. Satoru wastes no time, pulling out and flipping you over. You whine at the sudden loss,Β but then you look forward and see that he positioned you to look at the mirror while he fucks you from behind. He grabs your already fucked up hair, pulling you up, βAnswer me, baby, you want me to leave you alone?β He asks, his other hand guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing your poor hole. βI-Iβ¦βΒ
βI-Iβ¦β Satoru mocks you, βThatβs not an answer, doll. Tell me no,w or else Iβll take your silence for an answer and just ya knowβ¦leave.β He says as heβs slowly pushing his tip back inside you. You, being the prideful whore woman you are, donβt say anything.
You just grab his cock and push yourself back onto him, causing you both to moan. You because this might be the best dick youβve ever had. Him because that was probably the hottest shit heβs seen ever. Satoru lets go of your hair and grabs your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he starts thrusting again. You can hardly catch your breath when he pulls back, and then you feel it, him spitting in your mouth.
Oh, Satoru is so pussy drunk right now, and you, oh, you poor soul. Youβre completely out of it. You try to use a hand to push against his abdomen, but he swats your hand away. βYou wanted this, you wanted me to come in here and fuck you like an animal, huh?β All you can do is whine and moan out of pure bliss,Β and Satoru laughs, he fucking laughs at the fact that the woman heβs chased for years is now spent off his cock.Β
Satoru's hands grip your hips tightly as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more forceful and demanding. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as he leans down, his chest pressing against your back. "It's too much," you whimper, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life.
"Too much?" he growls, his voice rough with desire. "It's never enough." He speeds up, his hips slamming into yours with a force that makes you cry out. "You're mine," he whispers against your skin, nipping at your earlobe. "This pussy belongs to me, right?"
Your head is spinning, your body trembling as you try to catch your breath. "Yes," you manage to nod, but it's not enough for him. He leans back, his grip on your hips tightening. "I didn't quite hear you before," he taunts, his eyes burning into yours. "Look at the mirror and tell me again who you belong to, baby."
You turn your head, your vision blurry with tears, but there you are, your body slick with sweat, your hair a mess, your lips swollen from his kisses. "It's yours," you whisper, your voice breaking. "All of me, it's yours."
********
After Satoru fucked your brains out, your entire body goes limp. Even though youβre lying up with Satoru, passed out on his chest, your heart is feeling like giving him access to you right now might not be the best choice. You wake up, the sky is dark, and you see that Satoru isnβt in the room, but heβs in your living room; you faintly hear him talking to someone on the phone.Β You grab your phone to see the video of you being swarmed by the paparazzi go viral. You see Satoruβs Instagram post, and it looks like his PR team held him at gunpoint to make a statement.
"I want to address the unfounded rumors circulating about my relationship with my ex-wife. I assure you that these claims are completely false. My legal team is prepared to take action against anyone responsible for spreading this misinformation. I would also like to clarify that the woman I am currently seeing is unrelated to my previous marriage or our separation. There is no connection between these matters, and I appreciate your understanding."Β
You just look at your phone like someone whoβs just seen something they werenβt meant to see. βThe woman youβre currently seeing, huh?β you mumble, looking around, a faint blush on your face. You grab a t-shirt before walking out to see Satoru shirtless, in his underwear, and looking like heβs auditioning for a Calvin Klein photo shoot, but they rejected him because he looks like he fucking aged fifteen years in dog years. At least the dick print is impressiveβ¦not like he needed to show you anymore, he already put you to sleep twice now.
Satoru sees you and quickly hangs up the phone, his expression turning serious as he approaches. He wraps his arms around you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield. βIβm so sorry about this,β he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. βYuka is taking things way too far.β You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of the online hate that seems to grow heavier each day.
βYeah, she is... and frankly, your little statement wonβt do much to stop it. The comments are brutal.β He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with concern. βI know, but thereβs something you need to hear.β As he kneels before you, his hands slide down your waist, his touch both grounding and electrifying. βLook at me,β he says, his voice firm yet tender.
You meet his gaze, and this time, itβs not filled with the fire of passion but rather with a deep, unwavering love. βAll these years, Iβve spent chasing you. Every woman Iβve ever been withβ¦ they donβt even come close to what I feel for you.β He chuckles softly, but itβs laced with something heavier. βI thought I could bury my feelings beneath flings, but instead, they just kept growing.β
βSatoruβ¦β You feel your heart race, caught between disbelief and yearning. His grip on your hips tightens as he stares deeply into your eyes, his own filling with unshed tears. βJust listen, pleaseβ¦β His voice drops to a whisper. βI love you. Iβve loved you for so long.β He bows his head, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. βI canβt bear the thought of this tearing us apart. Weβre building something together, and I donβt want Yuka or anyone else to destroy it.β
You take a moment, allowing his words to sink in. The tension in your chest begins to ease, replaced by a flicker of hope. βSatoruβ¦ Itβs not easy. This is a lot coming from her. Now the media is involved, and Iβm getting so much hate. If you really mean this, you gotta show me. Iβve had my fair share of heartbreak, and I literally cannot go through that again. So tell me, do you mean it?βΒ
He looks up at you, his gaze earnest and unwavering. βI do. More than anything. I want to face this together. I donβt want to run away or hide from the world anymore. I want to fight for your love.β You shake your head slightly, feeling the corners of your lips tug upwards.
βYou really mean that?β
βOf course, sweets, besidesβ¦you think I'm throwing all this away?β he replies, a small smile breaking through his earlier anguish. βWeβll navigate this storm together. You have me, always.β
With a newfound clarity, you sink to the ground beside him. βThen letβs keep building,β you say softly, reaching for his hand. βLetβs show everyone that love can conquer even the fiercest battles.β Satoru squeezes your hand, a mix of relief and determination washing over his face. Then a small grin appears on his face, βYouβre so cute when you let your guard down!β he says, bringing you into a bear hug, almost crushing your bones.
βSatoru!β you say, trying to get from under him. Satoru's eyes widen, realizing heβs almost suffocating you, he lets go. You stare at him blankly, eyes deadpanned onto him, βReally?!β you say, lightly pushing his shoulders. You both stare at each other for a moment, silence filling the air, then laughter breaks out between you two, as the nightlife on the outside continues, and the love between you two is just starting to brew.Β
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NJA update + rant + whoever the fuck this person is
i get that the timing of it all has you questioning things, but multiple writers have deactivated and many have also lost interest in writing within that time frame. for me, I announced i was taking a step back from writing for jjk for a bit, while staying to write for another fandom because itβs much more enjoyable at the moment. shortly after making the post, i just decided to get rid of nja because even just a simple notification from it annoyed me. i think it makes enough sense that i decided to delete the ONLY fic on tumblr that has managed to make my experience on here negative.
it wasnβt just the chat bots either, it was my overall experience with the amount of unwanted opinions i received and the constant harassment for updates in my inbox. i literally canβt even JOKE about it without having to take time out of my day having to explain that im not behind a blog that had led to anons sending literal death threats to some of the writers on here.
iβve avoided talking about that blog this entire time because it wouldβve just added to the number of growing anons, but youβve made it pretty fucking impossible and itβs all because you didnβt like seeing me making jokes over a fic?? btw that was me trying to make the most out of being sad about having someone strip the life out of my work, all because they wanted to consume more of it.
you say you understand, but youβre complaining about me to different gossip blogs MONTHS after itβs happened and then accusing me of being behind one. genuinely what the fuck is wrong with you??
hereβs literally the only fucking proof i have. i left it on ao3 btw bc i still felt guilty and figured itβd be fine since I donβt get that many notifications on there anyway. not for long tho bc im about to go make that *magically* disappear now too.
for the accusation, i am not tojioffline nor do i have anything to do with that account. running an account meant to expose other writers requires a good amount of resentment towards the writing community on here and i donβt have that. i donβt even like answering asks that could possibly lead to discourse in my inbox.
with that being said, yes nja is off tumblr and it will ABSOLUTELY get taken off ao3. im sick and tired of seeing it, hearing it, and answering questions over it. the fact that thereβs someone that STILL goes to my page to look for it, even after clearly having resentment towards something i did months back, is fucking mind boggling to me. let it GO.
Yβall need to seriously grow tf up and get a fucking job. If you are that upset that someone deleted a story you liked please go and make your own. Itβs sad to see someone being accused of being apart of a hateful group all because YOU are unhappy. Yβall are truly lame asf and need help. This entire anonymous page is killing tumblr and the jjk community because people are too pussy to say wtf they feel with their chest.
His return that summer after college brought the town to a standstill. Word around town had been circling for weeks that he was finally coming home to work for his father as deputy.
To the old-timers, it was "about time"
To the younger crowd, he looked a little too polished for small-town dust.
But when he stepped out of his truck in a crisp, pressed shirt and clean boots, the verdict was instant: he belonged here, even if the city had sharpened his edges.
The years away had done him goodβ grown into a respectable manβ taller now, more muscular, and broader in the shouldersβ It was clear heβd been putting in time at the gym the way he looked sharp and sturdy. His blond hair was cut into a fresh taper fade that gleamed under the afternoon sun.
He had this disciplined posture that spoke of city life, but his hazel eyes retained that quiet steadiness that always set him apart. He'd returned a changed man, pulling into his childhood driveway with a bachelorβs degree in the glovebox and two dogs riding shotgun.
When he first turned down the familiar road into town, he expected to stay with his parents for a while, perhaps helping around the house until he found his footing. But his father had other plans. Waiting for him was a set of brass keys and a folded note, his grandfatherβs handwriting still faintly visible on the weathered envelope.
The ranch had been silent for yearsβa sprawling stretch of land framed by graying fences and a porch that creaked as if it remembered every story ever told upon it. When Nanami pulled up, he saw his parents waiting: his father anchored in the old rocking chair and his mother smiling from ear to ear.
Charlie, his german shepherd, and Lucky, his golden retriever, bounded ahead, tails flagging the air as they claimed the porch with frantic sniffs. His mother reached up and pulled him into a hug that tasted like home.
The house was already furnishedβsimple, sturdy, and deeply familiar. Old photographs anchored the walls, and the lingering scent of cedar moved through the rooms. It wasnβt fancy, but it didnβt need to be. It was the kind of home that held its peace quietly.
That evening, they sat down to a spread of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and his motherβs signature cornbread. Conversation flowed with an easy warmth, touching on final exams, city friends, and the local gossip. His father spoke of plans to renovate both the family home and the ranch, teasing Nanami about lending his muscles to the cause. Nanami just smiled, already knowing he would.
After dinner, while his father took a call, Nanami and his mother began to unpack. He placed his books on the shelf, his new badge on the counter, and his grandfatherβs old hat on the hook by the door. The dogs curled by the fireplace as if they had been waiting for this exact hearth.
For the first time in years, Nanami felt a peace that required no explanationβthe settled weight of being exactly where he was meant to be.
βAre you coming to church Sunday?β his mother asked later, drying her hands on a floral dish towel. βWeβre having a potluck after. Iβm sure everyone will be excited to see you. Especially your old friends.β
Nanami wasnβt much of a churchgoer. His father had drifted away from the pews after his own father passed, when grief turned faith into something too heavy to carry. His mother, however, kept a quiet, steady faithβnever pushing, always present. She had raised Nanami to respect it, even if he didn't follow the path.
He believed in somethingβperhaps not God in the traditional sense, but in the inherent value of goodness and doing right by people. He didn't mind the talk. He just didn't feel the need to sit in a pew to prove his character. Usually, his Sundays were for chores and walking the dogs along a park trail, but he could never say no to his mother.
βSure, Mama,β he said with a faint smile. βSame time?β
She nodded, visibly pleased. βMhm. Iβve got to be there early to help the ladies set up, but your father will be there too. Maybe he can pick you up.β
βYeah,β he replied. βWeβll figure it out.β
The morning air was already thick with the news of his return. A certain someone had made it their mission to spread the word, and by breakfast, the entire community was buzzing about the townβs newest deputy.
Mrs. Langford, the one who ran the diner and never missed a beat, was walking to work when she spotted the familiar cherry-red Ford pickup parked in front of the Nanami familyβs clothing shop.
Curiosity, as it often did, got to the best of her.
She checked both ways before crossing, the late sun glinting off the polished tips of her white heels. Each click against the pavement echoed through the quiet of Main Street, mingling with the drone of cicadas and the rustle of cottonwoods. The air smelled of starch and warm denim drifting from the laundromat next door.
She pushed the door open, and the bell chimed with a nostalgic ring.
βWell, if it isnβt Nanami Kento,β she said, her voice rich with affection and surprise.
Nanami blinked, startled, then broke into a slow, genuine smile. βMrs. Langford,β he said, setting the box down just before she swept him into a hug that nearly toppled him. He laughed softly, returning the embrace carefully so as not to crush her. She smelled of flour and lavender, exactly as she had during her morning shifts at the diner for years.
When she pulled back, her hands lingered on his shoulders. βLook at you,β she whispered, her voice trembling with delight. βAll grown up and back home. Howβve you been, sweetheart? Whatβs next now that college is behind you?β
Nanami rubbed the back of his neck, a faint flush touching his skin. βIβve been good,β he said steadily. βTorn between law school and the Sheriffβs office, but I decided to take the deputyβs badge. Iβll be moving into my grandfatherβs ranch.β
Mrs. Langfordβs expression softened. βWell, bless your heart. Your granddaddy would be so proud. Iβm sure the city is going to miss that handsome faceβespecially the ladies. I bet they were swooning over you, werenβt they?β
She turned to his mother, who laughed and shook her head. βHeβs as modest as ever. Never one to brag.β
Nanami offered a polite smile, but his gaze drifted. He had heard the compliments and the teasing before. It used to make him shy; now it just made him quiet.
The attention heβd received in the city had been flattering but shallowβadmiration without understanding. He never let it go to his head; he simply accepted it with a thank-you and moved on.
βCity girls donβt know what theyβre missing,β Mrs. Langford said, wagging a finger. βYouβre a good man, Nanami. The kind that sticks.β
He chuckled softly, eyes lowering. βI try to be.β
Women had always been drawn to him, but none had ever truly been his type. Most were chasing a spark that burned fast and faded fasterβ"fun for now" rather than "stay a while." Somewhere between long study nights and quiet mornings, the thrill of casual affection had lost its luster. He wanted something slower, steadier β something that could take root.
He wanted a woman whose laughter lingered and whose silence felt full. Sometimes, when he thought about it, heβd catch himself smiling β imagining the kind of love that didnβt need grand gestures, just presence. A hand resting on his arm during dinner. A voice soft enough to calm him after a long shift. He wanted a home that felt lived in, not just occupied.
His parents had already begun dropping hints, gentle but persistent β his mother asking about "nice girls," his father joking about grandkids. He'd laugh it off, but the thought remained. He was getting older, settling into his life now, and the idea of finding someone perfect for him didn't seem so far-fetched anymore.
Mrs. Langford leaned against the counter. βYouβll be at Sundayβs potluck, wonβt you? Everyoneβs going to be thrilled.β
βIβll be there with my father,β he said, his calm voice settling the room. βLooking forward to it.β
βThatβs what I like to hear!β She grinned, her earrings catching the light. βWell, you take care now! Iβve got to get to work.β
Nanami watched her leave, the bell chiming one last time. His mother looked at him from behind the counter, folding denim with practiced care. βFeels good to be home, doesnβt it?β
He looked out the window at the street painted in gold. The world felt smaller and quieter, yet somehow much fuller than the city had ever been.
βYeah,β he murmured. βIt does.β
As soon as Mrs. Langford mentioned it at the diner before the breakfast rush, the story was in full motion.
Nanami was a hometown celebrity, and for good reason. You see, the Kento family had deep rooted history here in the countyβold money, yes, but the kind that was tempered by humility. They were the people who quietly paid a neighborβs medical bill or showed up with lumber when the church roof leaked. They didnβt flaunt but simply showed up.
Nanami carried that grace. He had his fatherβs presence and his motherβs way of listening. When he walked down Main Street, people waved from porches out of genuine affection. They saw his familyβs legacy in his walk and his consistency in his eyes.
The news spread through town like butter on warm toastβeasy, familiar chatter that filled the gaps between chores.
βNanamiβs back! Heβs a deputy now, working for his father.β
βI heard heβs moving into his grandfatherβs old ranchβ isnβt that something?β
βReally?β someone asked, leaning forward. βI thought they were selling it!β
βNot anymore!β another chimed in, shaking their head.
One nodded in agreement. βYeah, I heard theyβre renovating it again. You know, itβs been years since anyoneβs lived there.β
β βBout time someone took care of that beautiful stretch of land!β
βI know,β another said softly. βIt was such devastating news when his grandfather passed. He was such a sweet man to everyone. Glad theyβre keeping it in the family.β
Folks began swapping stories of the old daysβhow Nanami used to mend fences, how his grandfather always kept a jar of peppermints by the door for visitors. They liked hearing about a boy theyβd watched grow up finally finding his place in the heart of home again.
As the midday sun sat high over Main Street, half the town had seen or heard of him. The diner waitress noted he looked "real put-together," and the pastorβs wife promised him an extra slice of pie. The air in town had shiftedβslower, softer, expectant.
Nanami didn't rush the feeling. He moved through the day with a quiet nod for every familiar face, letting the rhythm of the town settle over him.
By the time the sun dipped low, it felt as if he had never really left at all.
also fanfic writers write whatever they want to read for themselves first and foremost. they didnβt write to please you, random stranger on the internet.
fanfic writers didnβt force you to read their works. theyβre kind enough to let you in their house for free if you want to. if you donβt like how they decorate their own house, quietly leave instead of telling them things you want them to change about their own house to better suit your personal preferences and calling it βconstructive criticismβ.
if they specifically ask for one, then sure. give them that. but if they didnβt ask and if you donβt have anything nice to say, quietly leave.
this is our hobby. something we do for ourselves as a form of self care. we donβt get paid for it. and personally if I, as a fellow fanfic writer, want constructive criticism and if I want to βget betterβ at writing, I will ask for honest feedback from people I personally know, whose opinions I trust and value, not random strangers on the internet who, more often than not, just give me lists of things they want me to write for them and their personal likings instead of any actual constructive criticism.
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Could you all stop harassing my friend of almost two years on anon bc they participated in an event of mine? π are you that mad she wrote gojo as a fucking object? Calling us parasocial when you're so bothered by reincarnated gojo snorting some coke that you have to harass her is wild πππ
ΰ¨ΰ§ rugby player sukuna at the gym with his dolly girlfriend
should i do pt2 where they do it in da locker rooms?? lmk ౦βΈΰ±¦
being the captain of the rugby team is something that sukuna takes surprisingly seriously. he makes sure nobody ever slacks off during practice, barking orders and yelling at them to do better. he makes sure his teammates get their daily protein in and that they eat the right things. and he always makes sure that they workout at least an hour a day.
he is not at all lax about his physical training, always going as hard as he can each time and always super focused when doing so.
even when you're here with him β but it's definitely taking some willpower not to just take you home and have his way with you.
you look so cute in your pink gym set, hair tied into ponytails and somehow still smelling so sweet despite being a teensy bit sweaty. you'd come by to his gym after your pilates session to say hi and it'd just meant to be a quick little meet up β but now here you are, getting bicep curled by your very, very strong boyfriend.
"oh my gosh suki!" you squeal and giggle, gripping onto his arm as tight as you can as he lifts you without seemingly any effort. "how are you doing this???"
"you know i take my gym seriously, babydoll." he smirks, planting a quick peck to your lips as he sets you down after finishing his set.
"i'm... not too heavy for you?" you ask, peering at him with that sweet look you get when you're worried.
sukuna quirks a brow at you, shooting you look that screams disbelief. "you doubting my skills, dollface?" he quips, folding his arms in front of his chest as if attempting to challenge you on what you'd just said.
and that's how you now find yourself laying on his back, hugging his entire torso tightly as he does push-ups without even breaking a sweat. "okok you've proved yourself enough, baby. you're so, so strong." you coo right by his ear in that honeyed voice of yours.
that makes him falter slightly, your sweet voice making the tips of his ears turn the same shade as his hair. "hop off, doll." he mutters.
you do as he says and before you can even straighten yourself up, he's dragging you off to the rugby locker rooms. once he gets the both of you there, he lifts you up into his arms and pushes you against the walls, smashing his lips hard onto yours like he has some personal vendetta against you.
"such a pretty thing you are." he coos, rubbing himself against you where you can feel his hard, large, growing desire for you!
well... you may not have to wait till you get home for sukuna to have his way with you β‘ !