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“You messed up the laundry again,” screeching at him, you crossed your arms over your chest, nose scrunched in annoyance “I specifically told you to put it on pre-wash, and you didn’t.”

Who would’ve thought pregnancy would turn you into a literal ticking bomb? He was always walking on eggshells around you, but really, he couldn’t complain.

Not with the knowledge of how hard the whole thing has been weighting down on you. The fatigue in your eyes was pretty visible by now, and with all the weight gain, cramps and the fact you could barely function on your own without his 24/7 care, it only added to the pile. He knew how much it hurt your pride, being dependent on him all the time.

Your mood swings had been downplaying on him, and also he was pretty sure you never actually told him to turn on pre-wash, otherwise, he’d do in a heartbeat.

Still, he’d never bring himself to fight you on it, and why would he? You were carrying his child, sharing the most sacred part of your existence for the sake of building a family with him; a home for the love the two of you shared, one that created the life inside of you. All in all, it was better to pacify you, as he really didn’t want to cause you any more stress.

“You're right, and I'm sorry love,” his tone was nothing but soothing and remorseful, hoping to ease your nerves the best he could. With you, he didn't try to question who was in th right, because even if you weren't, he'd still be the one to cave in.

With careful steps, he beckoned closer, eyes scanning the sour look on your face, choosing to smile apologetically at you instead of getting defensive. It wouldn’t help him, nor benefit your well-being.

“I’ll do that right now” murmuring softly, his hand reached inventively to cup the nape of your neck, titling your head so you’d meet his eyes, only then he’s able to reassure you it’s fine “no need to get fussy, let me fix it right the second.”

The best reward he could have was the witness of your features finally softening, a tired sigh slipping past your lips as your shoulders slumped, declaring defeat.

You were so precious these days. So vulnerable, Satoru made a mental note to put you to bed early tonight.

He’s always been a little overprotective, but now with a ring on his finger, and a baby on it’s way, he was ready to move heaven and earth if it would bring you at least the slightest of comfort.

“Fine, I guess I…” mumbling, you tone subdued on irritation, slugging once again with an assertive nod, letting his hand brush up and down your back for comfort.

Comfort that you needed, and that he was more than happy to provide for you. “Okay, yeah”

Smiling down at you, Satoru was pleased to see some of your anger subsiding. "That's better, cupcake. Now, why don't you sit down on the edge of the tub? Just keep on looking pretty and I’ll handle the rest."

Helping you take a seat carefully before turning around and heading over to the laundry basket, he rummaged through it, separating the whites from the darks, making sure everything was neatly arranged before starting the machine.

It wasn't long before the familiar humming sound of the washer filled the room, a calming rhythm that seemed to soothe both of you.

Returning to your side, he squatted down in between your legs, rubbing small circles on your thighs as he observed you with those intense blue eyes of his. Something he did often, even more since you became the centre of his universe.

For a moment, he did just that, taking in each wrinkle of stress over your features, before brushing his hand over the back of your hip instead, tenderly so, feeling your silky skin underneath each fingertip. “Does a bath sounds nice? C’mon baby doll, let me help you up”

And of course you succumbed, because how could you not? You enjoyed the pampering the more he did it and he knew that well. Slowly, you stood up, leaning heavily on his arm for support while he helped you back up on your feet, still feeling tired but grateful for his assistance.

Throughout the pregnancy, Satoru got accustomed to the small routine of giving you baths, turning on tap while he helping you'd peel off the layers of clothes, letting you use him as a support that even if you wouldn’t admit, was much needed.

As the tub filled with warm water and aromatic bubble bath, cozying the room with scent of lavender and chamomile, you tried to relax just a bit.

He knew exactly how to win you over, didn't he? Despite your irritation earlier, you couldn't deny that this intimate moment was actually starting to bring some relief.

Once settled, you sank into the warm water, groaning softly as the heat spread throughout your aching body "mmm, that's… lovely," you sighed blissfully, closing your eyes and letting out a contented moan, your eyes already half lidded, looking at him through lashes. "Thanks, babe."

At times, you couldn't help but feel guilty of using his

Your words made him smile and watching as your body relaxed under the soothing water, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked, even in this vulnerable state.

"Anytime," he replied, dipping one hand underneath the surface to caress your baby bump gently. The warm of the bath was soothing to your aching joints, and the weightlessness of floating helped to ease some of the pressure on your belly.

"How's my little peanut?" He couldn't resist asking, talking in a high pitched baby voice while reaching out with his free hand to give your belly a soft pat.

He knew he shouldn't intrude on your privacy like this, but goddamn, he just couldn't help himself. He was just so goddamn obsessed with you two.

Your response to his corny comment, however, wasn't unforeseen. “You’re embarrassing" you rolled your eyes playfully, splashing some water back at him, which made his smile wider.

Satoru didn't mind sitting on the floor by the tub, doing nothing but looking at you, and even if he knew you didn’t appreciate being seen in such state, he couldn’t help himself.

His movements were graceful yet careful, letting you savor the feeling of his hands brushng down to gently massage your lower back and legs, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up there.

His presence filled the small space, making it feel almost intimate, yet comforting. Your brows creased as you caught him looking, a sheepish chuckle slipping past his lips at the fact.

“Quit ogling me like that” you whispered, arm crossing over your chest in attempt to cover yourself up, only ridiculing the whole situation, your embarrassment was just too cute. As if he haven’t seen you naked before.

"Like what?" Satoru replied with feigned innocence, raising an eyebrow at you in a playful challenge. He couldn't help it, you looked gorgeous and he felt an intense sense of pride in being able to hold you like this. "Just admiring my soon-to-be mommy."

"Satoru-"

"I'm sorry, sorry." He apologized, a playful grin spreading across his face. You may not see it, but to him you were a goddess embodied.

Reaching out, he grabbed a bottle of your favorite olive soap, squeezing out a generous amount between his fingers before spreading it between his palms. Then, he nestled his hands around your lower stomach, massaging in circles while working downwards, starting with your thighs.

The hot water and essential oils in the soap seemed to soothe your aching muscles, relaxing them even more. "Feel better?" he teased, his voice low and calming.

You purred softly, the soapy hands rubbing and kneading your body gently brought a new sense of relaxation to you. Still, an irritated 'ah' escaped you, more because of how much his staring did get to you then anything else. Nudging at his hand playfully, "You're really something else."

He knew how to get under your skin, and sometimes, you didn't mind. Satoru was persistent, a fact you'd come to love and hate.

“Do you ever stop?” You mumbled, head falling against rim of the bath, your eyes fluttering closed. Satoru chuckled at once, grin spreading over his features, only humming a quiet 'nah' in return.

“You’re hopeless.” You playfully sighed, but the tension in your body was slowly fading away thanks to his gentle hands and his tenderness. His casual touch felt so comforting and that's something only he could provide, the soap slipping through his fingers, leaving a slimy trail.

"Always for you, love." Was all he could say in response, as he continued to scrub the soap in you, enjoying the way you complained but also relaxed just as deep.

The rise and fall of your chest signaled your deepening relaxation, body sinking into the foam, half-laughing, completely at his mercy.

He knew it, and even though you hated admitting it, his presence could be quite calming. Mad and infuriating, but also comforting, a confusing yet soothing rollercoaster of emotions he was capable of sparking.

Satoru hummed softly, always a sign of him being content with the current situation. He couldn’t help but smile, seeing your state and how affected you were by his presence, by his voice and hands.

As the water slowly turned cooler, you let out a small shiver. "Time to get out?" You asked, reaching for the towel he had conveniently left beside you.

Satoru grinned, giving one last brush of his hands down the small of your back. His hands were clumsy most of the time, but there was no denying the gentleness of his touch when he started to help you out of the tub.

"Come here," he replied, nodding firmly with an admiring glimmer in his eyes. He had every intention of always being by your side, always taking care of you, always helping out with whatever he could.

He stood up straight again, maintaining eye contact with you as he reached out to grab a towel, gently drying your skin, starting from your feet and moving upwards, focusing more on delicate spots, kissing your shoulder blade, whispering little compliments that made your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

Once you were all dried up, he pulled you in for a close embrace, letting his warmth sink into you completely.

"So, what do you say we watch a movie together in bed? I picked something lighthearted, nothing too intense." He suggested, hoping that the change of pace might help to lift your spirits a bit.

You accepted his offer gratefully, nodding slowly before unwrapping yourself from the towel and with a little help from him, you managed to get dressed again, wincing at the pressure on your belly.

"Sounds great," you replied, your voice slightly hoarse from the bath.

He smiled warmly, leading you out of the bathroom, his arm around your waist to support you, stifling a laugh at your penguin-like steps.

"look at my girl going” he praised watching as you shuffled slowly towards your cozy bedroom, his stride matched yours perfectly. Once inside, he gently guided you onto the soft, plush bed, positioning your pillows just right for maximum comfort. "Does my round princess need anything else?”

"Very funny," you muttered, semi annoyed, but that was quickly washed away by another emotion running through you as you stretched out your arms, eyes pleading "Just you”

That’s all he needed to hear to climb the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard with a grunt “Just me you say…how about this?" He replied, tweaking your nose softly before lifting your legs up, resting them on his thighs, a small smile curving on his lips.

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he leaned his head on your shoulder, spooning up against you. The scent of his hair mixed with the lavender shampoo, creating a soothing environment around you both.

"Ah, that feels nice," you breathed out softly, feeling the warmth radiating from his body as he pressed against yours. “So, what are we watching tonight?”

Satoru thumbed through the options on the streaming platform until he found what he deemed appropriate for your mood. "Blood, gore, and gratuitous nudity usually tend to cheer us up," He joked, selecting a romantic comedy that neither of you had seen before.

Something light, he knew you didn't have the attention span for anything deep or dramatic. His eyes roamed around the screen, but his gaze unintentionally kept going to your stomach.

His hand absent-mindedly rubbing the curve over, his thumb gently stroking in an overlapping circle. It made him so giddy, his heart rate lightly increasing every time the baby kicked.

Lowering the volume, he turned off the lights except for the dimmed lights surrounding the bed, creating a cozy atmosphere as he settled himself on your chest you, arms wrap around your midsection protectively.

"Now, no complaints this time," he warned, launching the movie. "We're watching together."

"Oh, great," you groaned, moving your leg slightly indicating where it hurts, but you couldn't deny that it didn't seem that bad right now.

As soon as the movie started playing, the sounds of the dialogue filled the room, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between the two of them.

Surrounded by the warmth of the blankets and each other's body heat, you leaned back against your pillow, closing your eyes. Despite your earlier mood swing, you couldn't help but appreciate how soothing this feeling was right now.

Beneath your heavy eyelids, you tried to focus on the unfolding storyline, but between the growing fatigue and warmth your lover was providing it proved to be quite difficult.

You knew Satoru was trying to keep your spirits up, and truth be told, it was partly working, sprinkling random moments of laughter through the otherwise predictable plot, occasionally eliciting a genuine chuckle or giggle from you.

"You're laughing," he noticed, his finger tracing slow circles on your abdomen. "Good sign, right?" He asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

You let out a small, almost embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah, guess so." You confessed, your voice becoming gradually softer.

“It's okay, baby doll. Just take it easy," always the attentive, Satoru let his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your belly, putting on a exaggerating tone just to make you crack a smile. "let the movie wash over you, ma chérie~”

As the movie progressed, you fell into a fitful sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness. It didn’t miss Satoru’s gaze as he pulled you closer into his side, occasionally adjusting the blankets, ensuring you didn't wake up too cold.

The sight of your peaceful slumber made his heart swell with love, the movie long forgotten as he was more focused on the rise and fall of your chest, making sure you stayed warm, safe.

He didn't mind, in fact, the sound of your soft breaths against his chest was music to his ears, gently nuzzling his face into your hair, feeling the warmth of your body against his.

His thumb resumed its gentle circling, never stopping as he dozed in and out. Like a guardian, always looking out for you.

Geto chuckled, his hot breath against your neck where his lips had just been. “The sensation is just foreign, little one. Doesn’t this feel good?” He ran his finger along your clothed slit, making you shiver and your core clench.

“Suguru,” you murmured, burying your face into his shoulder, the drag of his fingers along your sensitive heat and how he gently pressed enough pressure to your clit made a little moan escape you, a foreign noise that you never thought you’d make.

“What a cute sound you made there, Y/N,” he cooed, pulling the thin straps of your sundress down your shoulders till your soft breasts were on display. He cupped the smooth flesh with one hand, pinching your nipples. “So sensitive.”

“Suguru—Ah!” You gasped when he took one of your nipples in his mouth, hot tongue swirling around the stiff nub. You felt the dampness in your underwear grow and tried to wriggle away from his touch, scared that he would find the way your panties has become soaked weird. Your hand, smaller than his, tried to latch onto his wrists to stop his fingers from rubbing the fabric against your slick but it wasn’t enough to stop his ministrations.

Geto’s eyes shut momentarily to relish in your soft whines and shyly emitted moans as well as the taste of your skin on his tongue and the wetness of your chaste pussy that he’s preparing for him, your first ever cock.

“Just relax, Y/N,” he softly spoke pulling away from your breast that glistened with his spit. “Why don’t you help me out?”

“H-help you?” You blinked cluelessly at him, your hand over your chest as your heart drummed in your ears and your eyes focused on nothing but him.

He took your hand and placed it on his crotch, his hard cock straining against his trousers, guiding your hand to cup him.

“It’s a bit painful, Y/N,” he winced, when your soft fingers ghosted his swollen tip. You, with zero clue of what he was talking about worried over him.

“What’s wrong?” You gazed up at him, only to see his half lidded eyes and his glistening lips, making you wonder if it was alright to be this close with him and to have let him touched you inappropriately.

Getou undoes his pants and you quickly averted your eyes, heat crawling up your cheeks as you heard the fabric fall round his ankles unto the floor but you couldn’t help but look. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock standing upright and swollen. It does look somewhat painful. What did you know?

Curiously your fingertip touched the pink swollen head, a soft growl rumbling in Getou’s chest and his nose scrunching up. Was he really in pain? You pulled your hand back but he guided it back to his length, wrapping your fingers around him.

“It feels better when you’re touching it,” he told you. “Can you move your hand up and down for me?”

You nodded, wanting nothing more than to help Geto. He’s always looked after you even when you were around your brother, it’s only right for you to help him. Your thumb swiped the leaking tip to spread the slick all over his shaft thinking it’d make the gesture easier to do.

“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back watching the way your little hand tried to grip his cock and pump him, your innocent little brain unaware of how he tricked you.

Your silky palm gliding up and down his cock made him twitch in your hold, and the way your anxious yet dilated eyes stared at where you were touching him, fed his fantasy of ruining you for any other man.

“Am I helping?” You meekly asked,slightly aware of how heavy your breathing became and how your panties were completely drenched by now. How was he able to make you feel like this?

“You are, darling. Why don’t you give it a little kiss Hm?”

Your brows furrowed in contemplation, eying the swollen tip before leaning forward, tucking a strand of your hair to place your lips on the warm round tip. A shaky breath left Getou. The combination of your lips and your hands that hasn’t ceased their pumping, bringing him close to the edge but he wasn’t going to finish so easily.

He guided you to kneel between his legs, with one of your hands on his muscular thigh while the other wrapped around his cock again. His view of you knelt before him with eager to please doe eyes making him want to push his luck even more. If he was able to do what he was gonna make you do, he didn’t know whether to laugh or pity you at how innocently dumb you were.

“Warm me with your mouth,” he commanded in a sweet tone, your lips pouting the more your brows furrowed but you didn’t know better. Hesitantly, you placed your lips on the tip of his cock before sliding what you could take of him into your mouth, a difficult task that had you breathing through your nose. A satisfied hum came from Suguru making you believe you were doing him a great service.

As long as Geto wasn’t in pain, you’d help him.

“Good girl,” he praised, patting your head and sinking your head further down his cock, emitting a choked whine from you. “You’re making it all better. I can use you to make the pain go away cant I?”

You nodded, willing to do anything for your sweet, kind, charming Getou Suguru. He’s always been so good to you, nothing by absolute perfect. But you didn’t expect to have his cock down your throat, his fingers threaded in your hair keeping you still as he bucked his hips into your face, cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Every choke and gag you made at the way he fucked your mouth, created a wet obscene noise that bounced off the walls of his room and the weight of him, the very taste of him, sent a shiver down your spine and made the spot between your legs ache more and more. You blinked away the fat tears that formed in your eyes, wanting to see the blissed expression on Geto’s handsome face, finding comfort in it and feeling a sort of proud warmth blooming in your chest. The way he moaned your name so sweetly made your stomach flutter and motivated you to be good for him, to let him use you as he pleases because you were making him feel good, taking his pain away.

Instinctively you flattened your tongue beneath his length and locked your gaze with his, feeling him twitch in your mouth, wondering what that meant. Geto’s grip on your hair tightened and he was panting, hips losing their rhythmic snap. He looked down at you, adoring the way your eyes gazed up at him still with such warmth despite your lips being stretched around his fat cock and having drool dribble down your chin as you let him fuck your throat.

A sense of pride washed over him as a thought crossed his mind. He had you, a Gojo, knelt before him, all dishevelled and almost ruined, and taking his cock like a little slut. Everyone knew Satoru was the strongest but at this very moment, he felt a sort of victory against your older brother, he was an extension of you and in this moment, he felt stronger. How could he not when he was worshipped so thoughtlessly by you.

“Mmhf!” Your eyes pleaded up him so prettily, your fingers squeezing the muscles of his thighs. Your head was spinning and no coherent thought seemed to be able to form in your mind. Your whole body was hot and ached for touch like never before.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well,” he cooed, wiping a tear on your cheek with his thumb. A low guttural grunt left him as your throat squeezed him finally sending him over the edge.

Maybe he should’ve warned you…but the cute little wide eyed expression on your sweet face as his cum spilled down your throat was so satisfying.

Your brows furrowed further as more tears fell from your eyes, the ache between your legs pulsating stronger. His hot seed filled your mouth and he wasn’t making any movement to pull away, leaving you no choice but to swallow his release, a gentle smile forming on his face as you did, a smile that told you that he was proud of you.

He slipped out of the warmth of your mouth and gripped your chin to glance at your parted lips, satisfied to see that none of his cum was left on your tongue.

“D-did I…” you panted, breathless and voice coarse, letting Suguru lay you on his bed.“Did I do good?”

He crawled on top of you, palms pressed on either side of your head, and a thigh between your legs purposely putting his knee close to your heat, loving the way you reacted to every single touch be it big or small.

“You were perfect,” he praised, caressing your cheek with one hand while the other moved your cotton white panties to the side before rubbing the underside of his still hard cock between your folds, making your breath hitch at the friction.

“I’m glad…” you whispered. Geto raised a brow at your words, face only inches away from yours as you smiled softly up at him. “I’m glad I was able to make you feel better.”

So sweet and so precious, he sighed internally.

“And for that,” he pressed a kiss on your lips, tricking your little heart to fall for him. “I should reward you.”

Before you could gather a response, you felt a foreign sensation nudging against your little hole, the tip of his cock prodding and trying to stretch the tight resistance of your virgin cunt.

“Suguru, wait,” you let out shakily, gripping his shoulders, fear swelling in your chest despite the aching hot feeling in your body. “I’ve never…we can’t!You’re not using protection—

SATORU’S WEAKNESS:

Being in a relationship with Gojo Satoru came with many things, including the burdens he carries as the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer. The longer you two were together the more his enemies started viewing you as a target that they could use against him. Gojo didn't have a weakness that they could easily strike but you were fresh prey dangled in front of a pack of wild animals and they were hungry to kill.

Of course, you were aware of this. You tried your best to ignore this newfound threat that constantly loomed over your head. Satoru insisted that no matter what happened, he would always be there to protect you, but you still found yourself in precarious situations that reminded you of how easily someone could harm you.

"So, this is Gojo's little plaything?" the man questioned.

He was wearing traditional clothing, a kimono over a white buttoned up shirt. His features were strangely striking, not necessarily handsome, but those sharp eyes held your own as he slowly approached you. The room suddenly felt smaller, the walls closing in every time Naoya took a step towards you. When he looked down at you, it was with every intention of making you feel less than.

"I'm surprised he hasn't rid himself of you yet. However, it seems that he does have good taste, you're quite pretty..."

You swallowed hard, immediately averting your gaze. You cleared your throat as you casually tried to walk around him, a soft "excuse me," escaping your lips but you trembled over your words and Naoya could hear the intimidation in your voice. He swiftly lifted his hand up, gripping onto your elbow before subtly positioning you back in front of him.

"I was waiting for you to introduce yourself," he demanded, his fingers still firmly holding your elbow but you could feel his thumb rubbing a soft circle on your arm, the glint in his eye indicating that he was absolutely enjoying touching something that wasn't his. He narrowed his stare, noticing the way your chest rose and fell as your breath increased.

"It seems like you already know who I am, so there's no need for any introduction," you bitterly replied, drawing your elbow away from him as you stared at him from under your lashes with cold eyes. You were on edge but tried your best not to let it show. You couldn't give this man any reason to take advantage of you, but knew that your response did something with the way he quirked his brow.

"Don't be rude. Weren't you taught any manners when you were younger?" he questioned, closing the very small gap of space that separated you both. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent intoxicating enough to make your head spin.

"I guess not, huh? Typical of your type really, you weren't raised in the right environment to understand what it means to be polite..." he continued, his index finger reaching for your neck and you flinched feeling him trace your skin. A grin spread across his lips, his hands motioning over the curve of your shoulder. "But I am sure that mouth of yours is being put to much better use anyway..."

Your spine stiffened at his comment, your stomach turned from the way his stare transitioned from that of intrigue to desire. You've had these moments with men before, noticing how their lustful appetite took over once they planted a single thought in their own mind. However, you were frozen, unable to stop him and losing your voice in the process to call out for help. You were scared and he could easily overpower you.

"I can't deny I am curious about the woman who stole Gojo Satoru's heart..." he admitted, his hand brushing up and down your arm, making your skin burn.

He curled his fingers around you, gripping onto you with strength as he attempted to lean his face closer to yours. You had no idea what he was planning on doing but noticed a shift in his expression as his eyes widened with surprise.

"Didn't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" a voice behind him questioned, a wave of relief rushing over you when you glanced to see who it was, immediately recognizing your boyfriend.

Gojo's slender fingers gripped the back of Naoya's shirt and he pulled him away from you with incredible strength causing Naoya to stumbled over his footing as he backed away. Gojo found his place standing protectively in front of you, his expression flat and his jaw tense. He brought his hand to your waist holding you closely into his frame, the ease in your eyes giving him a reason to respond with a soft smile.

"Sorry, I took so long," he stated, noticing your shaking hands hold onto his arms as you finally exhaled.

You didn't even realize that you had stopped breathing.

"Tsk, pathetic..." Naoya muttered, watching you both with disgust.

Gojo straightened his back, his smile flattening into a straight line as he turned to face him. He casually walked towards Naoya, backing him up against the the wall before lifting his blindfold and revealing one of his fiery blue eyes.

"Is there something you want to say to me? Or are you just looking to pick a fight?" Gojo questioned, before fully removing his blindfold and reaching back for the collar of Naoya's shirt. "To think you would have the audacity to touch her in my presence...you're either the stupidest man alive, or completely full of shit."

You could see it, the slight fear in Naoya's eyes when Gojo spoke to him but you could tell the man had pride. He swallowed hard, puffing his chest out slightly to counter Gojo's threat, his face hardening before he replied, "you will speak to me with a little more respect-"

Gojo's hand was around his throat before he could even finish the sentence, his voice lowering as a sinister smile spread across his face. "Respect, huh? Coming from the man who showed absolutely no decency just a few seconds ago," he tightened his grip, pressing Naoya's body further into the wall and causing the paint crack.

"You forget that I can end you in a matter of seconds, Naoya..."

"Satoru," you spoke, tugging at his jacket before allowing things to escalate further. Your heart was racing but you wanted nothing more than to just get out of here and leave all this behind. "Let's just go, please..."

Gojo could see Naoya struggling against his grip but he was doing little to fight back. Probably because he didn't want to make a scene or maybe because his senses finally got knocked back into him. Gojo loosened his grip as the man fell to his knees, before kicking his chest and planting his boot on his sternum.

Gojo casually tied his blindfold back on, adding more pressure on his foot as he looked down at Naoya and flashed him a broad smile. "You'll forever be grateful to her, Naoya, because she just saved your life. If I ever see you so much as blink in her direction, I'll send your body back to your family in bits. Do I make myself clear?"

Naoya responded with a grunt but Gojo still refused to move. You reached for his arm, but he raised his hand in your direction indicating you to wait.

"Satoru..." you begged, your nerves getting the better of you.

"Before we leave he should apologize..." the sorcerer replied, his mocking tone infuriating Naoya who was still pinned against the floor.

"I have nothing to apologize for," the man grumbled but instantly regretted it when Gojo dug deeper into his chest.

"Apologize," your boyfriend commanded, in a tone that even made you tremble.

"Ugh," Naoya groaned, the pressure against his chest almost unbearable now, hindering his breathing as he struggled under Gojo's weight. "whatever, sorry..."

Gojo finally lifted up his leg, taking your hand in his as he gave it a soft squeeze.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased, before turning his attention to you. "Let's go, angel."

Naoya watched as the two of you walked out the door, grimacing with annoyance and embarrassment with what he just endured.

GETO - punishes you; you never expect him to behave cruelly towards you, because the man adores you in every way possible and regards you with nothing but admiring eyes. he’s so unbelievably sweet, you often question what you have done to deserve his heart in the first place. yet, you still find yourself easily triggering his jealousy. he won’t stand having others look at you, nor will he let it slide when you put yourself in positions of being around others who fancy you. it doesn’t matter how innocent the situation is - like when you decided to meet up with an old friend or when you gave the barista a gentle smile as he handed you your coffee - suguru will easily find it as an excuse to to remind you of what his love means over others.

“this is all they see when they look at you, you know?” he growls in frustration, his firm hands pressing your knees as he keeps you spread for him. “…your needy little cunt begging to be stuffed. they don’t give a shit about you…” - you whine when he thrusts his hips, because he’s rough and it’s entirely purposeful. he takes in the marks on your throat, your chest, and your inner thighs before softening his hard gaze. he brushes his mouth over your quivering lips, leaving a tender kiss in the wake of his retribution. “but I do, sweetheart…” he coos, as he finally eases his movements and you sigh with relief when he brings his fingers to your sensitive clit. “…I love you so fucking much. can’t you see that?”

NANAMI - controls you; he uses subtle manipulation tactics to make this happen, and because he’s supremely intelligent, it’s difficult for you to catch on when he does it. he has no ill intentions - he just wants to take care of you, and that has given him reason to claim ownership over you. you thought the diamond choker he bought for you was simply a sweet gift, but he’s particular about you wearing it at all times (except when taking a shower and sleeping). when your lease was up for renting your apartment, he arranged to have you move in with him without questioning how you might feel. “it’s for the best,” he insists, “you shouldn’t have to worry.”

he thrives off your submission; you so eagerly want to please him because you’re grateful for everything that he’s given to you. you’ll easily comply, and it works out beautifully for him. he narrows his gaze when he looks at you trembling against his sheets. “kento…wanna cum…” you mumble, and his ego flares at how you’ve been reduced to such a wet mess. he slowly shifts his gaze towards the phone screen, his thumb hovering over the control of the vibrating toy inside your cunt. “I know, kitten…” he sighs before taking a sip of his drink, pretending to show some consideration as he drags his finger to increase the speed. a wicked smile highlights his exceptionally handsome face, but your eyes roll to the back of your head that you don’t even notice - “just a little longer, hmm?”

CHOSO - claims you; he’s selfish about requiring your attention, and demands it at all hours. he hides how overbearing he is with his needy behavior, but he yearns for you in a way that aches. your time should belong to each other, it’s something precious that you both share together, and he can’t comprehend how you don’t feel the same way. of course he understands that you need space, but giving it to you is harder than he expected. he’ll often show up unannounced when you’re home alone or out with your friends, and he greets you by holding you tightly while murmuring “I miss you,” against your skin.

—gojo

thighs. i will die on this hill and on my tombstone it will say that i’m right. i already wrote about this, but i also think he’s a biter. you might be biting his arm or something as a joke, but he wants to devour your thighs. true man.

—nanami

tits. his dirty little secret? he wants you to walk around in only his large white button down, no bra, so he could see your nipple through it. hears you coming down the stairs? sneaks a peak to see them bouncing, or you holding onto them.

—sukuna

ass. and he probably likes it as red as his eyes, too. mf likes to punish (sadistic, duh) and your ass is the perfect size and shape for slapping. he’s mean, like, MEAN mean. anything sexual involves smacking your ass.

—toji

feet.

i’m joking i’m joking 😭😭 it’s so obviously ass—specifically ass to waist ratio. i know he stares at himself in the mirror cause he has his own slutty little waist. now he just needs to find a girl with an ass cause his is probably flat.

𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢; the way you never stop making him smile even while he’s balls deep inside you, pounding mindlessly into your weeping cunt. “baby” itadori smiles, towering over you as he rests his palms under your ass, bending down to rub his nose against yours, “spread wider for me angel, you gotta take all of me, yeah?” itadori always tries to make fucking you serious but everytime he buckles to the way you giggle about his soft lips tickling against your skin, short breaths of curses left unheard as he watches your body cave from his excessive pounding and when his eyes finally lock on with your own, searching for something—it’s always reflecting back how hard he’s fallen for you.

𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢; loves the way his hand wraps around your throat perfectly, feeling you gulp under him has megumi go numb. it’s something about how he controls your breathing with just one part of his body, you succumb to him so easily and it fills megumi’s chest with a possessive demeanor so much—you’re his, and you’ll always be his. “just like that pretty, keeping fucking this cock—all fuckin’ yours” megumi groans, tightening his grip on your throat while he moves you down harder on his length, and whenever he needs to taste you on his lips megumi pulls you down to his level, mouths colliding while his tongue reaches the back of your throat. and megumi loves how much your pussy clenches down on his cock while he mimics the sheer tightness around your throat.

𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢; watches his sensitive cock throb in your hands while you pump him, the soft whispers of your lingering moans trace his ear. inumaki slowly gazes up at you, holding his trembling lip between his teeth, “why are you so perfect, toge?” you mumble against the shell of his ear while your face dips into the crevice of his neck, placing wet open mouth kisses on the skin. inumaki groans deep, bucking his hips into your grasps, he can already feel how close he is, whining when you move from his neck admiring the colorful marks on his skin to tasting his pretty moans. inumaki wishes he could tell you everything, how much he loves that you make him feel so alive, how you get him to cum in seconds and maybe he can’t speak but as inumaki whimpers and begs, splattering his cum on your hands before he’s clawing at you to ride his pretty cock—that’s all you need to hear.

𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚; the sounds of your body melting under his touch, legs dangling by his face while yuta bends down further trapping you beneath him, your moans reaching his ears as yuta splits you open, “so pretty taking my cock” he whispers out, arms buckling above you when yuta presses a kiss on your forehead. his eyes are lazy lidded, pumping his cock deeper in your pussy and yuta can’t help groaning at the noises escaping from your lips, tears forming around your eyes—and that’s when yuta finds you the most beautiful, how fucking gorgeous you look begging for his cum to fill you up, and when your walls clamp down on his length, gushing and creaming his cock that’s when yuta knows he can’t live without you—or this, absolutely shackled to your pussy.

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨; he’s got a tough act to follow when you’re on all fours, skin rippling as he snaps his hips into you, face hitting the sheets below you while gojo grips the fat of your ass, “s-shit princess, you always this fucking tight?” gojo gurgles back a moan, almost a high pitched whimper settling in his chest when you crane your head back to look at him, bringing a hand to card through his white strands, tranquil blue eyes flickering a flame, gojo smirks giving an experimental thrust hard in you. but gojo thinks he has so much control fucking you past that white ring wrapped around his cock, juices spilling on the sheets, he probably won’t cum anytime soon—he’s got restraint afterall wanting to make you squirt and gush on his length till he’s satisfied. “b-baby stop clenching” gojo throws his head back, reeling his hips before he’s slamming right back into you, croaking when suddenly his cock twitches with enough cum painting your walls you can almost taste it in your throat. who’s in control now? not gojo, he’s too busy begging for you to fuck him again and again.

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨; enthralled by the fact that you can’t keep quiet even when he has a hand over your mouth, teasingly grinding his crotch against his clothed pussy. his lap is already soaked with your juices and those whimpers keep slipping from his fingers, “shh pretty, can’t have everyone knowing how much you want this cock.” but deep down it makes him so fucking hard, watching your eyes grow wider the louder the background noises become, he barely touches your puffy clit through the thin material and you’re squirming under his hold. geto could probably make you cum this way and he should but this is far much better. he doesn’t have to do much before you’re begging for more of his touch, it’s not enough for you but him—it’s perfect, leaning down to whisper how fucking needy you are for his cock but he doesn’t think you deserve it. he presses down your clit till your thighs clamp down around his hand, smirking when a bundle of noises vibrate against his hand, “now you’re ready love, but gotta keep quiet while i fuck this pussy, yeah?”

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨; could never comprehend how he got so fucking lucky, sitting back comfortably while you ride him—tits bouncing in his face, fingers tugging lightly against his scalp—choso senses are hitting a overload, he doesn’t know where to start but maybe, you could show him. gently grabbing choso’s hands you place them on your tits, he swallows a thick lump massaging the mounds while you begin to sway your hips, his brows furrowed from your juices beginning to slather his thighs, heart practically jumping from his chest at the pretty moans you keep bubbling from your lips and when you say his name? choso is nothing but a withering mess, shoving his face into your chest as his cheeks sting red. “don’t stop angel, k-keep moaning my name” choso utters, he’ll probably cum soon by the way your pussy milks him dry, but you’ll take more, right? gotta teach choso somehow.

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢; doesn’t necessarily get jealous often but when he does it’s written all over his face—but he relishes the way you take him when it does happen. toji is more handsy, rough—and has to get his point across that you’re his and how much it pisses him off that people think you can easily be taken away from him. and that’s why he gathers your arms above your head, pinning them to the mattress, his cock throbs so much harder nestled inside your pussy when the your heels dig into his back. “pussy belongs to me” toji groans, snapping his hips against your body, back arching when the tip of his cock bumps against that spongy spot, “isn’t that right pretty girl?” but it’s a rhetorical question—and with a brain fused with nothing but his fat cock drilling inside you, your mind is left but mush. toji leans down to press his chest against your own, slowly pumping his cock now while he admires your fucked out expression, “i always treat my girl right too” toji dumps his warm seed right after his sultry words—he really does treat you good, load after load of his cum.

𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

geto pauses for a moment before he lets a wide grin tug on his lips, his hips rolling in the same angle over and over as he watches you intently. he chuckles quietly as your tits bounce with each thrust, head tossing back and eyes squeezing shut as one gasp is cut off by the next as the velvety tip of his cock hits against your sweet spot. 

“looks like i found it, huh baby? like when i fuck you there? bet that feels good,” he says sweetly, slamming his hips again at a sharp angle, grinning when you squeal his name and let out a soft sob. 

“‘s too much, suguru, slow d-dow—o-oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan when his thumb rolls over your clit—and it’s almost cruel, really. the way his thick cock drags along your gummy walls, the way his thumb rubs over your sensitive clit so harshly, the way his mouth sucks on your neck and nips at your skin. it’s too much, it makes your head spin and your eyes roll back as your thighs quiver. 

“your mouth says one thing, but your pussy’s saying another,” he hums, “you’re sucking me in all on your own, baby. you want more, don’t you? i’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he grins, “gonna fuck you like you deserve,” he kisses the tears from your cheeks before rolling his hips, hitting the same spot deep inside you over and over again, watching you get lost on his cock with a proud smirk.

𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

toji is more than a little pleased at the way your hands grip the edge of the counter, pulling your hips back against him as he slams into you from behind. he chuckles at the way your legs are quivering, knees seconds from giving out as he bullies his fat cock into your sloppy cunt. he’s painfully hard, throbbing in your slick heat, the purpled tip of his cock nudging past your folds and stretching you open with every snap of his hips. 

“doll, you’re dripping,” he rasps, the scarred side of his lips tugging into a lopsided smirk, “gonna leave a mess all over the floors at this rate,” he chuckles as you whine in embarrassment. 

“o-oh—god, toji,” you whimper, back arching to give him better access, making him slam against the spot that makes you dizzy as you grip the counter tighter, “please, please, please,” you chant. 

“please what, doll? gotta use your big girl words,” he purrs, “too busy gushin’ all over my cock, ya can’t even speak properly.” he ruts his hips deeper into you, balls clapping against your ass and veins dragging along your tight, warm walls and granting your more friction. he grunts as you clench down on him with another roll of his hips, feeling as you get closer and closer with the way your pussy sucks him in as he sinks deeper into you with each thrust. “that’s it, princess,” he grunts, “takin’ me so well, aren’t ya? such a greedy little pussy, ya got there.”

𖧷 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“that feel good, love?” nanami murmurs against your jaw, pressing a soft kiss into the skin as his lips travel along your neck, sucking over your pulse. he hikes a leg over his shoulder, granting himself better access to slam deeper into your walls, your arousal and his pre cum coating the inside of your thighs in a sticky mess. 

“yes, yes—like that, kento,” you gasp, “don’t stop,” you plead, bucking your hips upwards and meeting him halfway. nanami hums, slowly rolling his hips to drag his pulsing member along your walls, groaning when you hug around his aching length tightly. he watches his cock slip in and out of you, looking down to see the slight glisten of his reddened girth from the arousal dripping from your heat. you whine as he pushes past your folds and curves into you perfectly, tip kissing you just where you need him with ease. “kento,” you whimper. 

“i know, love,” he murmurs, “i know. sh-shit—’m close too,” he rasps before biting your lower lip gently and pressing his lips to yours, drinking in every muffled squeal as he angles himself to bury his tip against the sensitive, velvety spot of your walls. “let go for me, yeah? fuck—need to feel you cum for me,” he moans, forehead pressing against yours as he lets out breathy pants against your skin.

𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

“god—you’re so tight,” yuta gasps, whining into your neck as you tug at his hair. his hips are rolling into you desperately, chasing the friction the warm walls of your dripping cunt offers him, squeezing him in until it’s almost hard to move. “‘m so close—g-gonna cum. cum with me, please,” he pants, “gotta feel you.”

“yuta, ‘m close—so close,” you sob, “gonna cum too—fuck, feels good.”

“love you,” he whines, “g-god, i love you so much. feel this? ‘s all for you,” he stutters, “gonna cum for you.” he’s thrusting into you sloppily by now, hips losing their rhythm as he ruts into you as best he can, hitting you deep against your sweet spot. it makes you gasp, makes your walls flutter around him until he’s moaning helplessly at the way you squeeze around him. 

“right there, yuta—p-please,” you whimper, and he drills his thick cock into your wet cunt over and over again, chasing the sweet friction of your pussy and the way you clamp down on him as he finds your spot repeatedly. 

“more, more, more,” he pants, ragged and drunk on pleasure, “need more—gonna give you more.” with one more thrust, you break, walls spasming around him as you wail his name through your release, spurring his own orgasm as thick, hot ropes of cum spill into your walls and fill you up. “so good, ‘s so good—not enough,” he whimpers, still nudging his reddened tip deep into you, even as you both hiss from the overstimulation. “one more, jus’ one more, please.”