mo

⚠️: Reader’s harem-ish, suggestive, fluff, crack-ish, same vibes as the bloxburg fic, EVERYONE (mostly Satoru) wants you! experimental, weird idea, cursing, somehow slight angst, Satoru endgame, pining Satoru, cute boyfriend material Sukuna, sub dynamic Choso, menace Shoko & Yuki, ragebaited Utahime, cool and calm Nanami, gruff and mean Toji, dom dynamic smart pinterest boyfriend material Suguru, lazy writing

“Daruma-san ga… koronda!” Says the large, red, sinister looking daruma on top of the desk.

As the games began, Satoru made a whole scene of “protecting” you. Like always, the others scoffed and tried to ruin Satoru’s plans. First came Yuki, pushing Satoru down, which got him eliminated from the first game.

“Fear not, Y/N! Your knight will be back in the next game!” He announced dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up.” Sukuna mumbled through his microphone.

“Get out of the damn way, Toji!” Suguru scoffed as he pushed Toji down, getting the poor man eliminated.

“Bitch?” Toji huffed.

“Come on, guys. The goal is to get to the daruma! Not fight each other.” Choso chimed in. “Right!” You agreed.

Before the timer ended, Nanami, who barely spoke a word during the others’ assault on the ears, had won the game for the players.

“Yay! You were so good, Nanamin!” You praised.

“I was good too, right, babe?” Shoko chided to add fuel to the fire she knew was burning in Satoru.

“Damn, well, fuck you too.” Satoru huffed, and you just laughed. He loved hearing you laugh.

—

The next game was ‘Doors, Doors, Doors!!!’

“It’s spinning so much!” Utahime spoke as the TV flashed the image on the door you needed to enter while the room spun to randomize the positioning of said door.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Satoru said in a smug tone.

“Satoru, don’t torment ‘Hime so much.” You scolded.

“But, angel…” he whined.

“Don’t be a child.” You replied.

Satoru scoffed at first, weirded out by how you weren’t having any of his attitude. Has his friends finally tainted your perception of him? “Fine…”

“You’re a godsend, Y/N!” Utahime exclaimed.

Behind his screen, Satoru pouted. Why were you being so distant. Did he do something wrong? Was he too possessive? He never wanted you to realize that you were too good for him.

Maybe you liked Suguru, yeah, probably. He was the complete opposite of Satoru. Long, dark hair—deep, brooding voice. Suguru was the perfect man for you, the pretty, smart, quiet yet confident girl that Satoru’s been wanting since your first year of college.

As Satoru snapped out of his thoughts, he noticed once again that he had died. He was now down to one heart.

“Dude! What’s going on with you?” Suguru asked.

“Yeah, you’re usually so competitive, Satoru.” Shoko added.

“Nothing, just—not enjoying.” He scoffed.

Somehow, you knew what was up with him, but you paid him no mind. As the room spun in game and doors opened some safe but most in flames, Satoru sulked in his room, feeling all types of lonely. He wanted you so bad it hurt.

—

Luckily, you survived the round, unscathed.

The third game was a boss fight with the large monkey, but your game started glitching. You felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you. Your vision turned black and suddenly, you woke up inside the classroom—not in the university but in God’s Will.

“Y/N?” Satoru spoke in shock.

“Shoko? Suguru?” He added as he looked around the room.

On the desk sat the red daruma, still looking ever so sinister with his back against the students.

“No way..” Toji says as he looked at his arms and legs, clearly present in the video game they were just playing.

“There’s no fucking way…” Sukuna muttered as he turned to you, aggressively yet gently (?) touching your cheeks. “It’s fucking real..” he scoffs in disbelief.

“This is so weird, Y/N..” Choso mumbled as he embraced you from behind. “This is just… crazy.” You reply.

You then looked up at Satoru, seeing only one heart above his head, and everyone else having two to three. “‘Toru, your lives didn’t refresh…”

“Oh, well, I guess that means I just have to be more careful, huh?” He spoke, trying his best to be the calm you needed—right, more like Suguru.

He held your cheek with one hand and you immediately leaned in. “I’m scared…” you whispered. “I know…” he whispered back as he kissed your cheek.

Not more than a moment later, the menacing daruma began to speak, explaning the mechanics of the game. However, there was still no information on how you got here, and there was no one to ask.

“Game! Start!” Was heard through the room, but no one spoke.

“Daruma-san ga…”

Fratboy!Satoru who you were partnered up with for an important presentation. At first, you thought it was a bummer. Surely, the stupidly rich, current Jujutsu Phi president didn’t take his academics seriously right? Wrong. Unfortunately, he was waaaaaay smarter than you, which hurt your ego a little bit.

Fratboy!Satoru knows he’s exactly the type of guy you hate—too much. Cocky, charming, confident, and has everyone wrapped around his finger. You just hated that his wishes came to him easily.

The first time he saw you, he just thought you were too nice, uptight, too—cute (?) Just someone to toy with, maybe!

Instead of whining and pouting about it, you decided to use Fratboy!Satoru who’s kind of an ass aaaaand kind of a perv to your advantage.

You were sitting on his bed, trying to convince him to pay attention to your rambling. You needed him to cooperate; it would be impossible to study all the material by yourself! “Satoru, you said we’d practice if I came over…”

Satoru stifled a laugh as he pretended to be asleep, one arm over his eyes. You shook his other arm gently, “Satoru…” you repeated, more desperate this time.

You weren’t an idiot; you knew he just wanted to annoy you, so you decided to play his game. You sat on top of him, pushing his arm away from his face, all while acting innocent and unknowing. Once his arm moved back, he stared at you, shocked. As if there weren’t a thousand rumors about his promiscuity.

“You’re so cute…” he whispered. He looked absolutely whipped. You were taken aback by his compliment. You expected a half-assed perverted response, not—this.

“What was that? You said you like me?” You teased.

“Hell no!” He scoffed as he gently pushed you off—too gentle for someone who wanted to make a statement.

“You’ll fix the equations then?” You smiled sweetly.

“Yeah…” he replies.

He ingrained this sight into his mind. You looked so cute as your cheeks slowly turned red. He might never look at another woman again.

Fratboy!Satoru who takes an extra long shower that night to sit with his thoughts. He can be having a crush on some loser girl, right? She’s not even his type…right?

Fratboy!Satoru who now notices when Shoko brings you to one of his frat’s parties. Shoko, half traitor - half ally, told Satoru about how you were single and was looking for someone in the sea of frat boys, jocks, nerds, and everyone in between.

Fratboy!Satoru who hates when you talked to other guys at his frat’s party. It was literally his party, how could you want anyone else?

“Hey, bunny…” Satoru spoke in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You were talking to a guy, who was now intimidated by Satoru’s overall persona. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.. sorry, man. I thought she was single.” The guy explained, not even having the courage to look up at Satoru’s imposing stature.

“Wait, huh? He’s not my boyfriend?!” You spoke a second too late as the boy you previously spoke to scurried off.

“He’s not worth your time, y’know..” Satoru started.

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“It’a a fact, baby. I didn’t ‘decide’ it.”

“Just admit you have a crush on me.” You sighed, teasing him again.

“Maybe you’re the one who has a crush on me!” He retorted.

“You wish.” And maybe—he really does.

⚠️: Reader’s harem, smut with no penetration, virgin!reader, kind of crack (?) after the interaction with Naoya it’s all cute, corruption kink from everyone, Naoya is an ASS (noncon touching), Wattpad ass plot LMAO (Jackson Wang party?), reader isn’t a pushover though, cursing, NOT proofread

You were drunk out of your mind at Jujutsu Phi’s party. This Friday’s theme was, “Dick the Hos,” Toji’s stupid play on words to tie the holiday theme together.

—

At first, you scoffed when Satoru had invited you to a Christmas party with such a crude theme, but he begged you to go—most likely just to see the outfit that you’d put on.

“Come on, please, baby?” Satoru pleaded as you were laid on your back on your bed, ignoring him by reading a book.

With one large hand, Satoru gently moved your book down and pouted as he looked into your eyes. “Everyone’s counting on you to be there..”

“I doubt they’d even notice if I don’t go, Satoru.” You chided as you grabbed a fistful of his hair, which made him undeniably hard.

“That’s not fair.” He muttered as he crouched lower by the foot of your bed, letting you pull on his hair more.

“Ew? That got you hard?” You laugh. “Go jack off in the bathroom, ‘m reading a book.” You spoke to which Satoru scoffed.

—

Despite rejecting his invitation with sarcastic retorts, you still went with Shoko and Yuki. You didn’t want to tell Satoru since you wanted to surprise him. Little did you know, you’d be surprised by one of the attendees—Naoya Zenin, your stupid excuse of an ex.

He was your boyfriend during your senior year of high school. For a few months, the relationship went well. Until, you saw him with another girl—making out. He said it was because you were constantly studying, he had no one to get physical with. To you, that was just FUCKING stupid.

You entered the party and saw him with his friends. His stupid friends with smug grins and large solo cups who hovered around the kitchen counters.

“Hey, girl..” He whispered in your ear from behind as soon as Shoko and Yuki went to look for your other friends while you poured them drinks and none of your own. “I like your outfit, it’s—slutty.”

“Where’d you learn to dress like this, huh? Is it because you hang out with that freak, Satoru Gojo?” God, he reeked of alcohol. “You never wore stuff like this in high school. Just those slutty skirts and pretty socks.”

You tried your best to ignore Naoya, but it all went south when he kissed your neck from behind. Without a second thought, you turned to splash the alcohol on him.

“Bitch?” Naoya spoke in disbelief.

Almost everyone around you stopped their conversation to listen in on the situation that was about to go down.

“Leave me alone, Naoya.” You said with finality, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He grabbed your wrist and raised it, wanting to show you how easily he could dominate you.

Before the situation could escalate, a tall, looming figure appeared from behind Naoya with his arms crossed, “Awe, was your ego bruised, Zenin?” Sukuna rasped.

Naoya angrily let go of your wrist as he turned to face Sukuna with Toji right behind him. Two of the most feared guys in the frat? He stood no chance. Like a boy, whose masculinity was as fragile as glass, Naoya left, but not before glaring at Toji, “Traitor,” he muttered.

“You, okay?” Sukuna asked gently as he held your face with utmost care.

“Yes.. thank you..” You replied as you put your smaller hands against his that held your face. Sukuna would be lying if he said that it didn’t make his heart flutter. You were just too cute.

Sukuna and Toji took you toward the couch, where everyone was.

“Y/N?!” Satoru exclaimed.

“‘Toru..” You mumbled, and he immediately took notice of your phone.

“Awe? What happened, bunny?” He asked, teasingly.

“Don’t, Satoru. We found her with Naoya.” Toji spoke, voice commanding and serious.

“Naoya?” Satoru questioned. “Why were you with him?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it…” You pouted as he sat you down with him and the rest of your friends. Shoko and Yuki weren’t there though, maybe they were just with their boyfriends…or maybe they were hooking up with each other.

To get you talking, Satoru coaxed you into drinking a bit of his beer. “Come on, princess. Just a bit, ‘kay? If you don’t like the taste, we can make out and you can spit it in my mouth.” He teased.

You turned absolutely red at his words. God damn this perverted man.

“Just a bit…” you repeat.

—

And that’s how you ended up here, drunk out of your mind with Choso’s head on your lap as you leaned against Satoru. You were telling them about your history with Naoya. First, you mentioned how he never planned dates properly. He was such a lazy boyfriend, even if he was polite and a bit thoughtful at the start of your relationship.

Then, as you got a little more drunk (Satoru kept filling his cup so you’d drink), you told them how he didn’t kiss you right, which prompted Satoru to kiss your lips senseless as Suguru kissed your neck. God, you felt overstimulated—the heat rushed to your core.

Suguru kissed all the right spots that made your spine tingle, while Satoru kissed you so good that it made you feel loved. “Bet he never even nibbled on the right spots, huh?” Suguru cooed. “Don’t worry, baby girl, Satoru and I will give you only the best kissing experience!”

At this point, you could only babble incoherently as Satoru sucked all the words out of your mouth.

Afterwards, you told them about how he’d leave marks in spots where it was impossible for you to cover them up. So now, you were in one of their rooms, probably Sukuna’s, judging by the polaroid of the two of you on his wall.

His room was dim, romantic. They gently laid you down on his bed—you were all so drunk at this point. Even Satoru himself cut you off, he didn’t want you throwing up while they showered you with attention.

You felt large, warm hands, tug at your top and bottom, gently taking them off, leaving you in your undergarments. At this point, you don’t know who you’re talking to. You could only distinguish some of them, like Satoru and his white hair that was still visible under the sexy lighting, Sukuna and his large tattooed arms, and Suguru with his long, dark hair that reached your body when he hovered over you.

They left hickeys in hidden places of your body. Under your breast, where Satoru latched on, on your stomach where Choso couldn’t stop laying, and on the inside of your thighs, which Sukuna couldn’t stop squishing.

You writhed underneath their touch—too much for a virgin such as yourself.

“What else did that loser, Naoya, fail at, princess?” Toji whispered in your ear. You didn’t even realize that you were sitting on his lap with something large poking at your bottom.

You tried to think—you really did! But you just couldn’t… so you lied, “he never.. um.. made me cum..” you shyly said.

What a lie, Naoya’s never even seen you without a bra, much less your panties.

“Guess, that’s our new task then, huh?” Toji chuckled.

“Mhm!” You smile sweetly as Satoru kissed your cheek. “You’re such a liar, baby. We both know you’re a virgin…” Satoru called you out.

Comic by @baobei-bu TYSM FOR LETTING ME WRITE THIS!! 3.5k

⚠️: Perv!Satoru x Sorcerer!Reader, Hentai Logic, Porn w Minimal Plot, Smut, Filthy use of Jujutsu, CNC (It’s Tentacles), MeanDom!Satoru, Outfit like Shoko’s Sorcerer Uniform, P in V, Oral (M!receiving), Anal, Marathon + Rough Sex, Creampie, Morally Grey, Manipulation, Tummy Bulge, Size Kink, Dacryphilia, Needy Satoru, Degradation, Praise, Baby-trapping, Double & Triple Penetration, FILTHHHHH, Rushed Ending (Ran Out of Ideas) NOT PROOFREAD

Taglist: @1stmagnoila @koriknowsball @jinjen @elegantmakercoffee (comment 2 b added)

Satoru’s so cute & twisted ! I hope you enjoy my ovu fic :D

Satoru’s been begging you to take a stroll with him for hours. He says he just wants to spend time with you, his bestest friend, but you know he has something up his sleeve. It’s written in the knowing grin that adorns his perfect face.

“Please, angel! Just for THIRTY minutes. It’s breezy out, and I can hold you close to keep you warm! We can’t waste this perfectly good weather!” He pouts.

You ignore him even as he hugs you from behind, pecking at your neck and down to your collar. He tugs on the small skirt of your uniform, now nipping on your skin. You swat him away and take a step forward. Then, you cross your arms, turning to raise your eyebrow at the overgrown manchild.

“Are you a dog or a man, Satoru?” You mock.

He smirks. “Anything you want me to be, baby.” Satoru flashes you his pretty pearly whites followed by a condescending—perhaps a bit playful, wink.

You roll your eyes, think it over, and finally sigh.

“Ten minutes.” You glare. “That’s all you get.”

The white-haired man grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and drags you to a car that’s been parked upfront since Satoru started talking. “I thought we were going to walk?”

“We are, but I know a spot, and Ijichi’s going to take us there.” He giggles like a kid with a menacingly stupid plan.

Looking back, it made you a little bit suspicious—Satoru giggling and all that crap. However, it also made you reeeeeeeaaal curious.

On the way to the “spot,” you let Satoru trail his restless fingers on your body. He kept poking, squeezing, and pulling on your flesh like a working adult playing with a stress toy. You tell him off and swat his hands away when he does too much, but the bastard only pouts and leaves a peck on the reddened skin and continues with his ministrations.

You’re well aware that it’s been over ten minutes, but you don’t mind. Instead, you curl up next to Satoru, sleeping soundly against his side.

Now that he can’t annoy you, he turns his attention over to Ijichi, making sure not to move too much as to not disturb your rest.

“Ijichi-kun! She’s so pretty, no?”

In his mind, he panics. Was this a mind game or a real question? The poor boy responds with a very awkward smile. “Very pretty, Gojo-san!” He says with pure honesty.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!!” Satoru cheers. Then, he yells, “Oh wait, we’re here!”

Ijichi stops abruptly, and Satoru catches you before you fall. You wake up because of the sudden movement, annoyance written all over your face.

“What’s going on?” You ask, yawning softly. An of course, before answering, Satoru fawns over your pretty face, giving the apple of your cheek a soft kiss.

For the nth time today, he smiles. “We’re here!”

Looking out the window, you’re met with a foggy forest in, seemingly, the middle of nowhere. “Where exactly is ‘here’?”

He shrugs. “Not important, let’s go!” The door of the ridiculously expensive car flings open, and everything happens too fast.

“Satoru!” You yelp as he tugs you out, waving goodbye to Ijichi as he pulls you into the creepy woods.

This is where he wants to walk? Not even a park or a flowery meadow? What the hell is Satoru up to?

Leaves crunch beneath your shoes as thick fog blocks your vision. It’s chilly, which raises the goosebumps on your skin. Of course, Satoru notices.

“You okay, pretty? Sense somethin’?”

“N—No… do you?” You ask, confused. Were you supposed to be sensing a curse? Is this supposed to be a mission?

“Yes, I do.” My raging boner. He snickers to himself. “But you have to give it a try, pretty.”

Your senses seem both heightened and nullified at the same time. It’s a weird mix, and you don’t know what to do. On one hand, you’re compelled to run; on the other, you know that Satoru would save you no matter what. Do you just let things happen or do you blast the fuck out of here?

You choose the former, staying close to the tall man as you tremble in the air that still feels wintry. Your breath puffs out in white, which makes Satoru smile. He hugs you close to his side, seeing you trembling tugs at his heartstrings. He holds your hand, giving you a comforting smile as you look up at him. “Why’re we here, ‘Toru…?” You question. “Tell me the truth.”

“But who said I was lying? What if I just wanted to—”

“Satoru!”

He sighs. “Fine, fine…” He pouts. “You’re such a killjoy, pretty.”

You only glare.

“I have a mission here ‘is all…”

The fog makes you feel hazy, weird, and heavy. “Then why’d you want me to come? You’re more than capable of handling a mission yourself.” You ask, barely keeping yourself upright.

“Because I want you to cu—” Before Satoru could finish, the ground opens up to reveal a cave of amethyst-like tentacles. It grabs his leg but leaves yours. Soon enough, he is nowhere to be found on the surface.

“Satoru!” You yell, this time, more concerned than anything. First, you try and survive, sobering up from the heavy clouds you’re sure is infested. You run away from the long slimy suckers that chased after your form as fast as you can. “Ijichi! Call for help!” You shout, hoping the bespectacled gentleman could hear.

You round the crater made by the curse and try to reach for Satoru, but you couldn’t see him nor was he making any noise. Suddenly, another hole erupts from underneath the pile of leaves, and you push yourself back. Unfortunately for you, the curse easily caught on despite your mid-air curve.

Purple tentacles immediately claim its stake on your lips, arms, stomach, and legs. From a distance, you hear Satoru yell. “Help!” Panic shoots up your chest. You immediately squirm, trying to release yourself from the suctioned trap to no avail.

“Satoru!” You squeal, muffled because of the stupidly large appendage on your mouth.

“Help!”

The tentacles loosen and you fall through the cracks. A high-pitched scream escapes your mouth as you’re dropped. You try to use your technique, but the purple slime left on your hands made you feel a little bit funny.

You’re caught by the purple limbs before hitting anything else. Now, facing below you, you’re met with a smiling Satoru, who seems to be enjoying and not at all in grueling pain.

“Finally, baby. I was worried you’d never make your way here.” He says as the tentacles fold your calves to your thighs, spreading your legs wide.

“Why the hell were you screaming for help?!” You huff.

“Help me undress.” He grins.

“You’re insufferable.” You scoff.

“And you’re tied up… like a rope bunny.”

Your eyes widen. “Excuse you?!”

“What? I’m just calling it as it is!” He laughs.

You thrash around, depleting your much needed energy. “I’m going to bite your dick off Satoru Gojo!”

That same lazy smirk sits on his face without a care in the world about what you do or say. “Please do, baby.”

“What is wrong with you?!”

He shrugs. “You.” He teases. “But anywaysssss, I have a joke, baby girl.”

“A joke?” You sigh, knowing you literally have nothing else to do but wait for Ijichi to realize that you’re both not coming back to campus unless he sends help. “What the fuck is a joke going to—”

Satoru ignores your perfectly acceptable query. “How many tickles can you give a tentacle curse before it lets go?” He interjects.

You only look at him annoyed and confused.

His smile doesn’t falter. “Ten-tickles!” He laughs.

“Funny.” You deadpan.

“Of course it is, angel. Your beautiful, tall, and handsome ‘best friend’ said it!”

You roll your eyes. “What’s with the air quotes, loser?”

“‘Cause we’re more like soulmates really—cosmically attached. ESPECIALLY when my dick is inside you. Any hole works, really.”

Again, you roll your eyes as he used one of his long pale fingers to poke and tease the tentacles surrounding him. “But anyways, watch.” Slowly, the suckers unwrap his arms. “It relaxes the curse, y’know?” He lectures.

He does the same for his legs, fully freeing his large form. Then, his eyes shift to your face. “Hey, angel.” He says like you aren’t dangling on top of him like bait.

Your cheeks heat up as you feel something poking and prodding horrifically close to your aching dripping cunt. “Help me, Satoru…” You whimper as the tentacle wraps around the entirety of your thigh, slithering up as it plays with your pussy through the soft fabric of your stockings and panties.

The tip of the girthy limb twists on the damp spot of the cloth, and you let out a soft moan while trying to keep your gaze away from Satoru. However, like an absolute dick, he takes two fingers and lifts your chin, thumb rubbing condescendingly on your pretty skin. “No, baby. Keep your eyes on me, m’kay?”

“But…” You whine, feeling the growing pulse between your legs quicken and strengthen. “Sa-hah—Satoru…”

The man tuts, gently pecking your parted lips. “You’re so cute!” He chides.

“Please, ‘Toru…”

“Please what, pretty?”

“Please help me… hah—”

How the hell is he able to walk on those slimy restless suckers?! And how the fucking hell does he know its weaknesses?

Satoru looks down at you like a brilliant idea just popped up in his mind—eyes widening and body jutting like an emoticon. He smirks, and you immediately notice his bulge that’s a mere inch away from your face, such a vulgar scene, really.

“What are you doing, ‘Toru?” You ask shyly as he starts to palm his pre-dripping cock through the fabric of his uniform.

He groans, obviously worked up. “You know exactly what I’m doing, baby. Don’t act stupid, you aren’t on my dick yet.” His hand falls to the silver buckle of belt, loosening his pants in one click.

“Satoru!” You shriek.

The tentacle, still hasn’t stopped twisting against your heart, but at least it’s not your clit, right?

Well… now it is.

“Tell me what’s wrong, angel. I’ll fix it for ya.” Purple limbs now twist around your own, circling your appendages like they’re jacking your whole body off.

Pornographic moans echoes through the never ending chambers of the domain. You can’t even speak—pleasure and anxiety mixing to render you completely speechless. “I—jus… hah! Wanna… mmfhmeee! Fuck.”

“Mm, fucking doesn’t sound wrong, pretty.” He laughs, crouching down again to meet your eyes. “D’ya wanna fuck? I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

You whimper, watching his aura shift. The playful Satoru is nowhere to be seen. Now, you’re stuck in this cursed sex fantasy with your best friend (sometimes friends with benefits) and colleague turned sex-crazed pervert, Satoru Gojo! And fortunately unfortunately for you, he wants to do more with you right now than just exorcising this curse.

Finally, you spit out the words he’s been dying for. “Fuck! Please fuck me, Satoruuu!” You squeal, and he smiles.

“Hmm.. but I think I should use your mouth-pussy first, no? Fill your stomach up with my cum then your slutty cunt.” You look horrified as he speaks (horrified that he’s not going to insert his dick in your aching hole already). “You looked so disappointed, pretty. Maybe I’ll fuck you in the ass first before your pretty little pussy, no?“ He smirks.

He then points at your mouth mockingly. “First here.” Now, he points at your ass hole. “Then here.” Slowly, his fingers trace over your skin, playing with the folds of your dripping cunny through the soaked fabric that gives waaaaay too much away. With brute strength, he tears the stockings and hooks a finger under the pad of your panties to tug it to the side, exposing the puffy labia to the warm feel of his rough fingers. “Lastly, here. That’s one round each and three rounds total! ‘Think ya can handle that, baby?” He says like this is supposed to be a fair deal set in an office.

You shake your head all scared and pouty.

“Huh? Use your words, pretty girl. I can’t understand stupid mumblings from bimbos.” He says, snide as if he isn’t talking to you.

“I can’t, ‘Toru!”

“Aww, that’s no way to speak of your abilities, pretty…” He nudges the tentacles like he did before, freeing you from their hold. You land on the floor, if you can even call it that, with a soft thud, but the limb that keeps playing with your folds still won’t let up.

Satoru just stands, waiting for you to act first. You know what he wants, and he knows that you know it.

Tentacles from underneath wrap around your arms and legs again. This time, it doesn’t lift you up. You’re in a sitting position with a shaft underneath you and your face on par with Satoru’s hard on.

His hands are above his hips, waiting.

“C’mon, baby. Y’know ya want to.” He smirks.

You’re annoyed, but he’s not wrong. You want him to fuck you stupid.

“But what if we get caught?” You mumble.

“We won’t.” He says.

“How are you so sure?”

He crouches down to be at your eye level, one knee on the ground. “Because I planned this.” Again, he smirks. “I was here last week, about to exorcise this ‘sex fantasy’ curse, as the higher ups put it, but I wanted to try it out with you.”

“You’re such a pervert.” You huff.

He grabs you away from the horrendous appendages, and lays down, the suckers making a bed with an elevated head rest for him, this fucking jerk.

“If you had to look at someone as pretty as yourself 24/7 while she pounces on you every time she can, you’d do this too. It’s just a taste of your own medicine, sweetheart.”

“No, it’s not….” You pout, adjusting yourself on his abdomen. “I just like your warmth, pervert.”

“Oh? So you like this pervert’s warmth? Then, by the transitive property, you, too, are a pervert!”

“That’s not how that works.” You huff. “Stupid.”

Stupid, huh? He’ll show you stupid.

“Hm, well then.” He pushes you down, letting the tentacles latch back onto your skin as you slide down his body while purple suckers help him strip his pants off along with his dark boxers.

Now, his hard cock is right in front of you, waiting to be met by the warmth of your pretty mouth. “Suck.” He orders, and you follow. First came a fee kitten licks that already left the needy Satoru gasping for air. He may talk a big talk, but one touch from you and he’s toast.

Long pale fingers tangle in your hair, but he doesn’t push. “Fuck yeah—hah! You’re so good, pretty girl…” He says while you bob your head up and down his length.

As you’re preoccupied with Satoru’s girth, the curse rips your uniform right off, leaving your whole body drenched in the sticky purple fluid that seemed to negate your abilities.

You’re too pretty for him. It’s a wonder how you think he’s still pretty after seeing all his scars. Maybe if he gained more, you’d stop having sex with him for good. To keep himself from prematurely ejaculating, he thinks about who you’d choose if not him. Perhaps Kento Nanami, no? Tall, blond, jacked, kind, and kind of a pleaser—he’s probably your type. Or maybe you’d fully rebel and join Ryomen Sukuna and become his queen. You’d love that, right? A lavish life with blood shed just for your deepest darkest desires.

Unfortunately for him, those thoughts only serve to quicken his orgasm. Jesus, was he a fucking cuck?!

The white-haired nuisance keeps whispering your name like a prayer between hot breaths. He’s too far gone to even think of telling you that he’s about to cum. You’re just surprised when he finally pushes your head down, forcing you to swallow his salty seed. He doesn’t keep you down for long, he’s not a monster. Almost immediately, he lets up, throwing his head back as he pants, spurts of thick white cum still erupting from the slit of his mushroom tip.

It takes him a little longer than usual to catch his breath, so you get worried. “Are you okay, ‘Toru..?” You say in such a shy tone that the blood in his head rushes down to his dick once again. His shaft stands tall and proud, ready for the next hole Satoru decides to shove it in.

“Sorry… you jus’ felt so good, baby.”

Your cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, and it makes Satoru smile. “You’re filthy, ‘Toru…”

“Don’cha like that?”

“Not when we’re in public… or underground…”

“Why? Isn’t that the exciting part. I bet even your ass is leaking.” He laughs. Then, you yelp as the tentacles turn you around, spreading your legs and pointing your lower half towards the ceiling of barely visible amethyst limbs, successfully setting the ever so elegant pose—face down, ass up.

“No way…” You mumble. Was he really going to do this here? You seriously doubt this impatient slut put up a curtain. Surely, a random person could fall in at any time.

Satoru’s eyes feast on your dripping cunt and soaked ass hole. It’s most likely from your slick traveling all over your skin. Your juices make your folds glisten as if bathed in only the finest glitter. He smiles at the thought. After this, he’d have to bathe you in pure gold before you’d even think of forgiving him. He knows you’ll hold a grudge. Who wouldn’t?

He gets on his knees, aligning himself with your backdoor. Before going in, he removes his shirt, huffing about how hot it is.

“Ready, pretty?”

You nod, dreading the stretch, but you don’t feel the stinging pain. You shriek as he starts to move in and out, only to have your mouth defiled by the horrible tentacles that weirdly tasted like Satoru’s favorite perfume. Hm… maybe it wasn’t that bad.

Satoru and the curse move at confusing paces. It’s weird, it’s scary—it’s exciting.

Plap, plap, plap, plap !

Dirty squelching, whiny moans, and cute sniffles. That was all you could hear for an hour straight. Satoru’s switched positions, ejaculated inside you, and used up all of your sorry holes.

After he came and used your ass, Satoru laid you on your back and gave you the creampie you’ve been waiting for. His thrusts went deep and hard like he wanted to put a baby deep inside of you, and maybe that was the plan.

His words echo like broken promises in your mind. “You won’t leave me, yeah?” He rasped. “This pussy’s fuckin’ mine, right, baby?”

“Say yes, say yes for me, pretty girl…” He cooed. Fuck, just thinking about it got you wet again, and he could absolutely feel it. Your pussy clenched around him, and to no one’s surprise, he came more.

You thought, for sure, his balls would have already been emptied, but no. Satoru always has his cum ready for you! All for his sweet best friend, who he’s always kept at arms’ reach.

He doesn’t want you to leave like Suguru did, so maybe his dick will make you stay, no?

As he fucks the last of his seed into your womb, he plops onto the pile of purple limbs, tired. You fall onto his bare chest, spent.

“‘Toru…” You murmur.

“Yes, baby?”

“Is this really happening?” You ask as the darkness the surrounds you starts to dissolve.

You see a smirk creep up his face, and it makes your stomach whirl. Somehow, the two of you are back on the surface with clothes underwear and clothes on like nothing ever happened.

“I told you it was a sex fantasy curse, didn’t I?” He smiles as he stands, helping your wobbly legs stand up straight.

You lean on his chest to steady yourself, letting the large man intertwine his fingers with yours. “Aren’t you supposed to exorcise it?”

“Nah, it’s much more fun playing with it. Plus, it harms no one.” He shrugs. “We’ll just enjoy our little hookups a bit more than before.” He winks.

“We’re never doing that again.”

“Riiiiiight, sure. So you’re saying if I slide your panties to the side right now, your pussy’d be completely dry?”

“Well no—”

He places a finger on your mouth. “Yup, that’s all I needed to hear.” He says as he picks you up and peppers your face with a thousand kisses.

You giggle and he nuzzles his head onto your neck. Really? You’re this sweet with the guy who JUST rearranged your guts? Seriously?

“Though, I am really sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to hurt you, y’know that, right? Jus’ wanted us to have some fun, and you did have fun, yeah?”

Your cheeks heat up when you nod. What an embarrassing thing to admit!

He raises his hand and waves at Ijichi, calling the man, who has no idea about the absolute filth that had just happened, over. “I’ll take you back to the penthouse, pretty.” He kisses your cheek then your neck. “I’ll show you how sorry I am, okay?”

You nod almost immediately as if this whole act was an excusable offense. Wow, ‘guess you’re both just fucking freaks.

© wkbsrco, DO NOT repost/steal/copy/feed to AI

⚠️: Satoshi is an OC by my lovely mutual, @sweethearticism

I think it will work this time (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟) If you enjoy reading my works, consider tipping / commissioning me <3

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 - personal favorite fics

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 Idols - Satosugu x Reader : Part 1 / Part 2 Satoru and Suguru are Idols from JJK Entertainment. They find you trying to lose a man on a random street. Now, you're stuck with two of the most popular idols worldwide.

Boyfriend Satoru Headcanons What is Satoru like as your boyfriend?

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 NBA Stars - Satosugu x Reader : Part 1 / Part 2 Your two best friends get drafted into the NBA. They quickly become stars in a different country, and they convince you to go with them.

Fuck Boy Satoru Headcanons What is Satoru like as an insufferable fuck boy? Satoru is Kind of Your Sugar Daddy He wants all the best for his roommate sugar baby. House Tour with Your Boy Best Friend Satoru Do you want a house tour? He'll take you to the first, second, and third floor! Fratoru is In-denial Headcanons He doesn't like you. Not at all, not ever. 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 You’re Fratjo’s Good Girl Best Friend : Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 He likes you, but he won't admit it to anyone else—not even you. Now what happens if he commits to this whole hard boy facade?

OBSESSED Satoru with Half Curse Reader

He’s a weirdo.

(MULT) Playing Bloxburg with Fratoru

A bunch of silly frat bros playing Roblox.

The Big Bang Theory with Professor Satoru : HCs

Loosely inspired by the hit TV series, “The Big Bang Theory.” Your friends with benefits, Satoru, wants something more.

(MULT) Jujutsu Phi Notices Your Ex

In which Naoya Zenin is your bastard of an ex, and the frat house helps you feel better about it.

OBSESSED Satoru Sees You on a Date

He just can’t let his favorite girl go on a date with a piece of shit (any man who isn’t him).

Playing God’s Will with Fratoru

A silly plot twist.

You’re an Influencer with an Insufferable Roommate : Just Silly / Sick Reader / with Fratkuna

Different scenarios, same girl.

Smart Fratoru and Burnt-out Reader

Rumors fly, but Satoru doesn’t listen. He knows you.

New Year’s with Satoru

Reminiscing easier times.

Nerdjo and Fratjo at an Outing

Shoko arranges a vacation at one of the twins’ parents’ vacation houses, which kind of turns into a softcore orgy.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 Satoru’s Rival Works at a Maid Cafe

From the premise of Maid-sama but less creepy. Satoru has a crush that he won’t admit.

CEO Satoru

Your flirty annoying boss.

(UNFINISHED) Popular Satoru Wants Nerd Reader

He wants you to be his tutor, but he’s probably smarter than you.

Fratoru Needs Glasses

Bespectacled gentlemen, yum.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 Drunk Satosugu and Their Darling

Kiss, Marry, Kill.

Nerdtoru Answers All Your Questions

He takes them all seriously because you’re his, and he’s yours.

Bikertoru bakes?

You never thought a biker bad boy would ever be interested in a baking elective but here he is—your partner.

Volleyball Player Satoru Pretends to be Your Boyf

Naoya, your ex, won’t leave you alone, so you beg your best friend to pretend to be your overly (he added that) loving boyfriend.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 Is Satoru the Asshole?

He beats up your ex for good reason.

Fratoru’s Rival is Sick

You’re such a crybaby when you’re sick.

(MULT) Candy Necklaces

They want you to eat it off of them.

Geektoru Headcanons

Video game lover, we should - - with each other.

Nerdtoru is Only Shy Around You

He’s confident around his peers, elders, and everyone else. But with you, he’s a blushing stuttering mess.

Military Cut Satoru

His hair was botched because of a party, and you try to fix it.

Flirty Neighbor Satoru

Your weird ass Valentine’s date.

Fratkuna and Fratoru Wants You

They’re your dirty little secrets.

Your Horny Bully : Part 1 / Part 2

Satoru wants to make you his victim for life even if he has to fuck that mindset into you.

Flirty High School Satoru

He’s blue, you’re red, he wants to kiss your neck.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 You’re Fratoru’s Match

It’s like you’re made for each other, but in reality, he’s pulling the strings—playing god like it was his birthright.

Satoru’s Forced to Work at a Grocery Store

He has to work a minimum wage job after getting in trouble.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 Matching Thongs with Satoshi

Cherry red and Pretty in pink!

Satoshi’s Darling does not Want to Get on His Bike

He just wants to drive you around.

Vigilante Satoshi

Him and his vigilante shit that you don’t agree with.

If the Dick Fits!

You’re not Cinderella, but you know it fits.

Abercrombie & Fitch Boys

The Gojo twins are endorsers for A&F, and they want you so bad.

The Twins Eat Chobani off of You

Yogurt or cum? You don’t really know.

Kiss or Slap Satoshi?

More insufferable frat boys.

Satoru Heart

When the bugs eat his heart…

Know More About Satoru

Will you love him more or less?

Satoshi Doesn’t Want Kids

The problem is that you want to be a mother.

Satoru’s dead; Satoshi’s Angry

You’re just afraid of what will happen if he doesn’t succeed.

You’re Jealous of Satoru

Why does he make you feel so inferior? It’s not like he means to hurt you.

(MULT) 2AM Messages

You’re just a sad soul stuck in a cute girl’s body.

(MULT) Ragebaiting Your Boyfriend

Just a bunch of cute self-indulgent scenarios.

You Can’t Ragebait Satoshi

He’s THE D-1 ragebaiter.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 (Prom)iscuous Girl

Attending prom with the two hottest boys!

Hello! Please help me out by reblogging / liking my posts :D I’m trying to earn more for my studies, every day needs, and extra funds. Have a great day / night, my loveliessss (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Tags: NBAstars!satosugu, model!reader (f!), fluff, pining, competitive!satosugu, no curse au, 2018 style plot, surreal (obvious-fucking-ly)

Tags: idols!satosugu, f!reader, very very cliché wattpad 2018 plot, fan!reader, satosugu x reader, fluff, no curse au, cursing, use of petnames, mentions of stalking, clingy Satoru, kind of ooc (?), reader is 18 n the guys are 19, reader is shorter than both of them, NOT A SATOSUGU SHIP POST

I really like your work, can I get the angst where s/o Dazai wants to ask to break up because Dazai always plays with other women, and Dazai tries to maintain their relationship

Thank you 🥰

@Dazai Osamu . . . ( ﾉ´ヮ`) ﾉ

Tags: ada!dazai, f!reader, established relationship, angst, suggestive, cursing, gaslighting, yandere themes if you squint, possessive and obsessive dad—Dazai, hypocrite Dazai, anxiety, drabble, happy ending ?