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Jujutsu Kaisen Visual arts MAPPA 15th anniversary
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Jujutsu Kaisen Visual arts MAPPA 15th anniversary
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Eyes on me...
Satoru Gojo x f! Reader drabble
Cw: SMUT, fingering, cocky Gojo
MDNI
Tags: @stqrgumi @buginthegalaxy
When your husband is tired...
The heavy click of the front door echoing through the hallway tells you everything before you even see him. Satoru doesn't enter the house with his usual whirlwind of energy or the loud, playful greeting that usually bounces off the walls.
Instead, the air shifts, growing dense and electric, charged with a frustration that vibrates in the very floorboards beneath your bare feet. You stand in the kitchen, your fingers clutching the edge of the counter. When he rounds the corner, he hasn't even removed his blindfold. His shoulders are hunched, a rare sight for a man who usually carries the weight of the world as if it were a silk scarf. The line of his jaw is rigid, a small muscle jumping in his cheek.
"I swear, if those old fossils mention the word 'tradition' one more time, I might actually level the entire council chamber," Satoru says, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. You step toward him, your movements hesitant and soft. You reach out, your fingertips barely brushing the fabric of his dark jacket. "Was it that bad today?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. He lets out a sharp, jagged laugh and finally pulls the blindfold down, letting it hang around his neck.
Those crystalline blue eyes are bloodshot, swirling with a mixture of exhaustion and simmering rage. He looks at you, and for a moment, the hardness in his gaze softens, but the tension remains coiled in his frame like a spring. "Bad? It was a circus. A tedious, bureaucratic circus where they spend four hours debating the ethics of a mission I finished in ten minutes. They treat me like a weapon they can't quite figure out how to lock in a cabinet."
You can see the stress etched into the corners of his eyes, the way he can't seem to settle. It hurts you to see him this way, stripped of his effortless confidence. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, tilting your head. "No," he groans, leaning his forehead against yours. "I don't want to hear their voices in my head anymore. I just want to stop thinking."
You slide your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. You can hear his heart hammering—fast, erratic. He isn't just tired; he's overstimulated, his Six Eyes likely processing too much, his mind racing. You realize that words are only adding to the noise. He doesn't need a conversation. He needs a release.
Without saying a word, you pull back and look up at him. Your shyness usually keeps you reserved, but the sight of his distress sparks a quiet determination in your chest. You slowly sink to your knees on the hardwood floor. Satoru freezes, his breath hitching. He looks down at you, his eyebrows arching. "What are you doing, sweetheart?" You don't answer.
You reach for the belt of his trousers, your fingers trembling slightly but steady in their purpose. You undo the leather strap with a soft click and slide the zipper down. The sound is loud in the sudden silence of the room. Satoru lets out a low, shaky exhale, his hands coming up to rest on your shoulders. "You don't have to do this just because I'm grumpy," he murmurs, though his grip tightens, pulling you closer. You look up at him, your eyes wide and earnest, and simply shake your head.
You reach inside his briefs, your warm palm closing around the thick, pulsing length of him. He is already hard, a testament to the tension he's been carrying all day. He jumps slightly at the touch, a guttural sound vibrating in his throat.
You lean forward, your lips brushing against the velvet head of his cock. You taste the salty tang of pre-cum, a small drop clinging to the slit. You swirl your tongue around the tip, savoring the heat, before sliding your mouth over him. Satoru's head snaps back, his eyes closing tight. A loud, unrestrained moan escapes him, echoing through the kitchen. "Fuck, Y/N…" You take him deeper, your throat tightening as you accommodate his girth. You focus on the sensation, the way he fills you, the rhythmic slide of your lips against his skin.
You use your hand to stroke the base, your thumb rubbing over his heavy, tight balls. You hear the wet, shlicking sound of your saliva lubricating the friction, a squelching noise that fills the space between you. The stress seems to bleed out of him with every slide. His breathing becomes heavy, ragged. But as the pleasure builds, the softness of the moment shifts.
The vulnerability in his posture vanishes, replaced by a sudden, surge of energy. Satoru's hands move from your shoulders to your hair, his long fingers tangling in the strands. He doesn't pull hard, but his grip is firm, commanding. He tilts your head back, forcing you to look up at him while your mouth is still occupied.
"You like taking care of me, don't you?" he asks, his voice now a commanding rumble. You can only respond with a muffled hum, your eyes fluttering. "Look at me," he orders. You obey, staring up into those infinite blue eyes. They are no longer tired; they are burning with a predatory intensity. He shifts his hips, thrusting upward with a sudden, sharp force that sends him deep into your throat.
You gag slightly, the back of your throat hitting the head of his cock, but he doesn't pull back. He holds you there for a second, asserting his size, letting you feel every inch of him. "Take it all," he commands, his voice dropping an octave. "I want to feel how tight you are. I want you to swallow every bit of this stress."
He begins to move in earnest now, his thrusts becoming rhythmic and powerful. The sound of the interaction becomes more visceral—the wet slaps of his thighs against your cheeks, the squelching of saliva and pre-cum as he slides in and out of your mouth. You focus on the taste of him, the scent of expensive cologne and musk, the way his muscles ripple under your touch.
Satoru's breath is coming in short, sharp gasps. He increases the pace, his hand in your hair guiding you, pushing you further onto him. The friction is intense, the heat between your mouth and his skin reaching a boiling point. "Yes, just like that," he grunts, his hips snapping forward. "You're so perfect for me." The praise makes your heart race, a flush of heat spreading across your chest.
You wrap your arms around his thighs, pulling him closer, wanting to erase any gap between you. You use your tongue to tease the underside of his shaft, swirling around the frenulum, causing him to hiss through his teeth. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Satoru laughs, though it sounds more like a growl. "You're trying to make me lose it right here in the kitchen." He thrusts harder, the movements becoming more frantic. You can feel the tension returning, but this time it isn't the stress of the higher-ups—it's the agonizing build-up of an orgasm.
He begins to tremble, his entire body vibrating with the effort of holding back. "I'm close," he gasps, his grip tightening in your hair. "I'm so fucking close, Y/N."
You don't stop. You accelerate your movements, your mouth working feverishly, sucking the head of his cock with a vacuum-like pressure. You hear the air being pushed out of the small space, a wet, popping sound every time he pulls back before plunging back in. Satoru lets out a loud, guttural shout, his hips locking forward one last time. He buries himself deep in your throat, his body stiffening as he releases.
You feel the first hot jet of semen hit the back of your throat, thick and salty. He pulses inside you, wave after wave of cum filling your mouth, spilling over your lips and dripping onto your chin. The intensity of it leaves you breathless, your eyes watering from the depth of his thrust. Satoru stays there for a long moment, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his breath coming in heavy, shuddering heaves. The silence that follows is heavy, but it is no longer charged with anger. It is a thick, honeyed silence of absolute contentment.
He slowly pulls out of your mouth with a wet, sliding sound. He looks down at you, seeing the stray streaks of white on your lips and the flushed glow of your cheeks. Satoru reaches down, hooking his arms under your armpits and lifting you effortlessly from the floor. He carries you toward the living room, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
"I think," he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose, "that I love you more than anything in this miserable world." You hide your face in the crook of his neck, your voice small and shy. "I just wanted you to feel better." He lets out a soft, genuine chuckle and settles onto the sofa, keeping you tucked firmly against his chest. He pulls a throw blanket over both of you, the warmth enveloping you like a cocoon.
"I feel incredible," he says, his voice drifting into a sleepy murmur. "The higher-ups can burn in hell for all I care. As long as I have this." You listen to the steady beat of his heart, now slow and rhythmic. The electric tension that had filled the house upon his arrival has vanished, replaced by a peaceful, domestic hum. You press a kiss to his collarbone, smelling the lingering scent of sex and salt.
"Will you stay here for a while?" you ask. "I'm not moving for a week," he replies, tightening his hold on you. "Unless you want to do that again." You giggle, the sound light and airy, and cuddle closer into his warmth. Satoru closes his eyes, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he finally finds the silence he was searching for.
Dividers by: @mieluno
Is inumaki's cursed speech powered by his understanding of the word or other's hearing and understanding of the word?
Might not post much this month because I'm extremely fucking busy and on the verge of killing myself 😍🔫
I still have a few things lined up that are gonna come out this month. Ik I did a WIP post earlier, and managed to post one of them, but the other two are gonna take a bit longer cuz...well...I can't think 😋
Here's stuff that's gonna be out this month:
Megumi misses you when you're apart (fluff)
Dad Hiromi cherishes everything his daughter gives him (fluff)
Yuuji discovers that you're not a dog person (fluff)
Ik I was gonna do a Yuta fluff first, but for that I'm actually planning a SMAU series thing. It's just gonna take time.
Some things for upcoming months:
Sleepy sex with Kento Nanami
Yuta's SMAU (theme undecided)
JJK boys making when ur upset
JJK men cuddling you
Requests are open, just know that most things are gonna take a lot of time to tend to. It's a little hard to stay very consistent when writing on here isn't really my first priority 😅
Thank you, feel free to send asks, cuz they're easier and more fun to respond to
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Tbh he looks more like choso
🫠 Después de hacer DOS publicaciones hablando de lo ridículamente increíble que sería un crossover entre Bleach y Supernatural, mi cerebro decidió que todavía no había sufrido lo suficiente y me regaló otra idea.
