One More? Please? - G.S.

Synopsis. A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, coworkers to lovers, being stuck in that damn box, oral (female), mutual másturbation, spitting, fáce-sítting, máting press, Satoru is down bad for you, chóking, overstim, multiple rounds, créampie, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 4.4k

A/N. Happy belated two months to this blog! Concept inspired by this post by @kingkonoha.

“Maybe we should kiss and see if the box opens?”

“That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

“Hey- it works in the movies! True love’s kiss and all-”

You heave out a heavy sigh that makes even the skeleton at your shoulder shake its head in pity. Goddamn, if these curses weren’t going to kill him then you will.

“I take it back. That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

Satoru hooks a thumb over his blindfold to gaze at you with mock seriousness. Oh, how the mighty have fallen - and how you were teetering dangerously close to a stroke with each dramatic bat of his long lashes.

“C’monnn~” he whines, with the flair of someone that was not sealed in an inescapable prison, “Don’t tell me that in all these years you’ve never once been at least a little tempted to kiss me, sweetheart.”

“I’d rather kiss that dusty skull.” Shooting him a pointed look that makes even the skulls at your feet recoil. It would almost be hilarious if it wasn’t for the fact that you were trapped. In the prison realm. With Gojo Satoru of all people. Possibly forever.

Shit, is this karma for all those times you ditched Satoru with Nanami instead of dealing with him yourself?

Now, Satoru might be going about it with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but just a few minutes ago when his life flashed before his very eyes at the mere sight of Suguru - or at least, the monster wearing his body - he’d expected some of his favorite memories to be the ones with you in it.

You - his lil’ coworker - in all your gorgeous, smart-mouthed glory. And maybe if he was lucky, he even expected a couple glimpses of you in his future. Preferably with a giant rock on your finger.

But that’s a story for another time, what he certainly did not expect was for your stupidly heroic (and quite beautiful) ass to jump right in the middle of the prison realm’s ensnarement.

Although, honestly, right now he doesn’t think he’d want to be locked up in here with anyone but you - and that withering glare you send him.

Undeterred, Satoru has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. A sound you’ve come to realize over the years, as innocent as it sounds, does not bode well for you or your sanity.

A sanity that’s been slowly dwindling since your first day of meeting Satoru. Back then, a brash, cocky new teacher that waltzed into the halls of Jujutsu Tech in those pretentious sunglasses like he owned the place.

Well, not that he was any different right now. Lounging over some disgruntled skeletons, you half-expected him to pull out a deck chair and start sunbathing amidst the bones. Your begrudging coworker - and occasional bane of your existence - seemed right at home.

You, however, were decidedly not having the time of your life.

“I swear, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you grumble, wincing at the bones prodding you from almost every angle.

“Can you blame me?” he hums, now fully tugging down his blindfold to hang around his neck, “It’s not every day I get to spend quality time with my favorite person in the world.”

You scoff, strangely self-conscious as those striking blue sweep your figure from head to toe. “Lucky me. Well why don’t you spend this quality time helping me figure out how the hell we can get out of here.”

“I already told y-”

“Anything but that.”

With a sulky huff, Satoru peers down at you, “Then we just wait till someone gets us out of here. I’m sure Megumi-chan is just tearing his emo hair out trying to unseal this thing.”

“...”

“You’re absolutely correct, Yuji then. Or…” he tilts his head towards a sad pile of bones, “We end up like our little friend over there. Though I’d make a far better looking skeleton-”

You don’t hear the rest of Satoru’s rant over the small noise of concern that falls from your lips. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach at the fact that yes you really were stuck in the prison realm with Gojo Satoru. Possibly forever. And no this wasn’t some strange dream like when you and Shoko accidentally raided the wrong brownie box in the kitchen.

Shit.

And perhaps it showed on your face, because you’re jolted out of your reverie by warm fingers intertwining with yours. Grounding. Satoru’s eyes now searching yours with an intensity that made you squirm uncomfortably.

“Hey, we’ll figure this out, okay?” he mutters softly. “Remember that time we accidentally set the training ground on fire?” leaning in closer now, “Or that mission we got chased by that cursed vending machine?”

You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. “Yeah, and then you nearly got us killed trying to order a sweet tea. ”

Satoru chuckles, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “See? It worked out, didn’t it? It always does, sweetheart.”

And if your heart does a strange little lurch, well, then you just blame it on the femur jabbing into your side.

All is quiet in your little hell. That is, until.

“Hey, Satoru…does kissing really work in the movies?”

You barely catch the way Satoru’s breath hitches ever-so-slightly as he leans in closer. eyes sparkling with mischief. And oh you knew that look - one that was usually accompanied by a lecture by Yaga, one that sent shivers down your spine. He grins, “Well, there’s only one way to find out, hm?”

Embarrassment and amusement bubbles inside you, tumbling out in the form of a barely-audible, “A peck. One.”

“Awww. Eight?”’

“No.”

“Five?”

“Satoru.”

Minty breath fanning your face, “Okay okay, one peck and a kiss to your forehead. C’mon, it’s a bargain~”

Pinching your nose, you sigh out a weary, “This is so stupid. Fine, but if it doesn’t work then I’m strangling you.”

And it’s all that is said before his lips are on yours.

Soft. Satoru’s lips were so soft. And he tasted so unfairly of caramel apples and sweet, sweet mischief. Just like him. Feather-light and fleeting - yet the kiss burns into your brain with an intensity that you strangely didn’t mind.

It’s over before you know it. The cold air hits your lips as Satoru’s words ring in your ears, a disappointed little, “Aw, that didn’t work.”

Barely even risking a glance at the still very sealed realm, your body reacts before your mind - the expensive cotton of his uniform collar soft against your fingers as you pull Satoru towards you with a sense of urgency you can’t quite explain.

And then you’re kissing him. And he’s kissing you because shit this is all that Satoru’s been dreaming about since he turned 23 and suddenly realized that oh you were frighteningly everything that he ever wanted.

“S-Satoru,” you whisper, breathless against his lips.

“Shhhh, my girl. One more. Didn’t work.”

His lips are searing on yours. Urgent and greedy, because fuck if it took getting trapped in the prison realm to finally kiss you then God knows when he’ll be able to again.

Which is why he breathes you in like he doesn’t have enough time, and probably never will - even in this godforsaken box where time never passes.

“Shit. O-one more.”

Drinking in your sweet gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours, tasting how sinfully delicious you were. Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body, cupping your head to kiss you deeper, snaking down to squeeze your ass - and everything in between.

Pulling away ever-so-slightly with a playful bite to your bottom lip, he leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The disappointed whine that leaves your pretty mouth makes all the blood in Satoru’s body rush to his cock.

“Sweetheart.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. “Y’think I kissed the wrong lips?”

Oh?

Satoru’s words send a jolt of electricity running down your spine - all the way down to your heated cunt. “W-what?” you managed to choke out, cheeks flaring as he raises his eyes to meet yours and-

Oh.

Oh, shit. If the curses weren’t going to kill you then Satoru sure might.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Satoru carefully jostling the two of you so that he’s lying on his back, your body manhandled to straddle his pretty face.

“Satoru, when you mean ‘wrong lips’...here?” you trail off, still reeling from him and the abrupt change in position and him.

“Exactly what I mean,” he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating beneath your dripping cunt. “Now, spread ‘em wider f’me. Let me taste you- Need it s’bad.”

Body moving as if on autopilot, your knees part wider to let him greedily take in the sight of your soaked panties. Beads of slick seeping through the thin fabric each time his hot breath meets your cunt.

But not for long - the cool air hits you before you realize what’s happening. Because Satoru is ripping your flimsy panties off with one hand. Throwing it behind to God-knows-where with the urgency of a madman.

“Shit, so wet f’me already.” he groans, mouth watering at the obscene sight of you clenching around nothing. “S’gorgeous. You really are perfect everywhere, huh?” he mutters through lazy, languid kisses along your thighs. Tongue darting out just so to leisurely trace circles along the heated skin.

Strong arms wrap around your thighs, the stretch nothing with the two long fingers spreading your swollen folds apart. Your face burns from just how adoring Satoru looks below you.

You buck into his touch, “Hngh- Please. Wan’ your mouth on me.”

And perhaps the great Gojo Satoru decided to be merciful for once in his life, because without another word, he’s surging forward. Tongue flicking out to tease your sloppy entrance, pooling your juices before tipping his head back, back, back to let it slide down his throat so sinfully.

Shit, Satoru could just cum in his pants right now, of course you taste heavenly. Better than he could’ve ever imagined on any lonely night.

You shudder as he flattens his tongue across your folds, sliding teasingly between them, grazing your swollen clit just barely at an unhurried rhythm that almost has Satoru forgetting where he was. But quite frankly, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about it either.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” he hums around your clit, the vibrations making you squeal. Sucking gently, tongue rolling harshly against your bundle of nerves, over and over- “Cause it’s what I’ve been wanting for years.”

The words ring in your ears almost as much as the lewd squelches below. Years?

“F-fuck- feels hngh- What do you mean y-years, Satoru?”

Oh, Satoru thinks he could pass out just at the way you whine out his name so prettily. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, a hand hastily snaking down to unbuckle his pants. “Mhmm~ Couldn’t go a day without sparring with you where I didn’t think of bending you over and tasting you right there y’know.”

Your eyes snap down to meet Satoru’s hazy, half-lidded ones. Something dark and feral shining within them. And right now, thighs wrapped around his head, you don’t think he’s ever looked happier. White locks splayed out, a fucked-out expression on his face as his tongue bullies past your folds, you could feel the slight smile curling his lips against you.

It’s overwhelming - both his confession and the way Satoru was making out with your cunt like a man starved.

Nose-deep in your pussy, tongue alternating between its abuse on your throbbing clit and dipping in and out of your sloppy hole at a maddening pace. Mouth only speeding up ruthlessly at the way you convulse and grind involuntarily on top of him.

God, Satoru was going insane at the way your walls were sucking him up so good, clamping down with each push of his tongue.

“Shit- made jus’ f’me. You like that, don’t you?” he growls against your cunt, voice hoarse with desire. “Like fucking my face with your pussy?”

“Oh! Ngh, yes Satoru- L-love it-”

A bruising grip on your hips, encouraging you to rock against his face. Harder. Tongue more desperate. He couldn’t get enough. Meeting your every grind, tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely.

Breaths ragged and hot against your cunt, drinking you in with the desperation of a man that wouldn’t mind giving up air for your essence. And it was Satoru - of course he wouldn’t mind.

Especially with the large hand snaking up your thigh, going from drawing reassuring patterns at your hips to rubbing tight, little circles on your pulsing clit. Hasty, and urgent - like he had no time to waste. “Tha’s right, my girl. Give it up for me,”

Every cell in your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure at the way Satoru plays your body like an instrument.

“M’close, Satoru- Hah- s’close.” you moan breathlessly, a hand tangling in his soft strands. Using it as leverage to ride Satoru’s pretty face just the way you like it.

But you didn’t have to - because Satoru seems to already know exactly what to do. Exactly how to quirk his tongue just right to brush against all your most sensitive spots. Exactly how to match the rhythm of his abuse on your clit to the way he was tonguefucking you into delirium. Exactly how to look at you with such a hungry expression that devours you almost as much as his mouth.

“Cum f’me, sweetheart.”

Satoru didn’t even have to ask. Because you’re cumming with a strangled gasp of his name. White-hot pleasure coursing through you like lightning, body trembling as you cum all over Satoru’s pretty face.

Hands moving your limp, boneless hips across his face, forcing you to ride out peak after peak on his red lips.

As the blood roaring in your ears bates, and you blink back your vision, the first thing you see are those familiar blue eyes gazing up at you. Holding you steady, lips brushing gentle kisses along your inner thighs.

Oh, how beautiful he was like this.

“S-S’toru?” you mewl, still sensitive from your orgasm as Satoru shifts underneath you to sit you prettily in his lap.

“Mhm?” he nuzzles your neck.

“One more. It didn’t work.”

Oh, if you knew the only way to shut up Gojo Satoru was to say something like this then you would’ve done it a lot sooner.

But Satoru’s stunned silence doesn’t last for long, because he grins, low and sultry, “You’re right. It didn’t work.”

The metallic clinking of a belt echoes in the stuffy chamber as Satoru hastily pushes down his pants. Cock springing free to hit his lower abs, “What a shame.”

You blink at the sheer size of him - he was going to split you in two. It was unfair, really. Water is wet. Gojo Satoru has a big dick.

But oh was he pretty - so pretty. Prominent veins glistening in the dim lighting, fat tip flushed your favorite shade of delicate pink, leaking furiously in between your thighs.

Gulping, you reach out to wrap your hand around his achingly hard cock. So warm and heavy in your hands. “Y-yeah, what a shame.”

Both of you watch - entranced - at the way he twitches in your grasp at the mere sound of your voice. A maddening little bump! bump! bump! against your palm as you begin pumping him slowly - so agonizingly slow.

“Oh- Feel s’good, sweetheart.” Satoru hisses lowly as you swipe at the precum beading at this head. Thumbing teasingly under his sensitive slit, tracing delicately along his veins.

And by God does it do something to you to see the great Gojo Satoru falling apart for you, hair tousled, lips kiss-bitten, and eyes looking at you like he wanted to positively eat you alive. It made your cunt throb so desperately, slick forming a dark wet patch on his trousers.

Not one to be left behind, his long fingers deftly snake down to your dripping cunt. Not wasting any time before bullying his fingertips past your swollen folds, curling expertly to press down against that one spot that has your fist faltering on his cock. Hard.

Pretty little moans left your lips at the way Satoru so easily matches your pace. Thrusting knuckle-deep into your pussy in and out - hitting that spot over and over.

“Shit, Toru- s’deep inside me. I’m- hngh-”

Satoru was in heaven, really. You were so warm and wet around both his fingers and his throbbing cock.

Only two thoughts running through his mind right now - 1. He was right, your hands were softer and more sinfully delicious around his swollen cock. And 2. The hardest battle he’s ever fought was probably right now - at your mercy, trying not to spill all over your hands because he’d be damned if he finally scored the girl and came in two seconds.

Shit, he thinks fingers almost erratic now, he needs you to cum. Right now.

As if sensing his urgency, your moves become more frantic, Satoru’s brows furrowing at the way you increase your pace. His hips twitch, as if trying to thrust into your fist. matching your pace as you start stroking him harder, faster.

Ah, but alas, the great Gojo Satoru’s reputation precedes him.

“Oh, fuck- M’gonna-” And soon enough, you’re seeing stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - as you cum. Hard.

Body moving before your mind, you’re clenching around Satoru’s fingers, grinding down so ferally as you edge him closer and closer. “C’mon, Toru. One more, right?” you whisper brokenly, lips ghosting his ear.

Breath coming in short, strained gasps of what sounded like your name now, “Oh- fuck ngh- so close.” he warns, voice hoarse. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

You smirk, raising a brow, “Is that a threat, Satoru?”

Willing his fucked-out eyes open, they bore into yours as he utters, “No, ah- it’s a p-promise.”

Without warning, Satoru clasps your wrists, forcing you to stop pumping him. The disappointed mewl threatening to spill from your lips is cut off just as your back hits the ground.

Slam!

You think you could almost get whiplash from how swiftly Satoru had you caged and splayed out so shamefully beneath him.

You whine, “But you didn’t even get to-”

“Fuck, not now. Gotta feel you or else m’gonna cum so embarrassingly all over your fist.” He rests his throbbing erection laid out so enticingly across your stomach, leaking hot precum onto your skin. And that makes you shut up, eyes mapping where it ended and realizing that yeah, you might’ve faced more mercy with the curses outside of this box. “Besides. One more, right?”

And before you can respond, Satoru’s spitting on you once. Twice. Thrice.

You flinch as the wads of saliva hit your dripping cunt, mixing with your slick so obscenely as Satoru smears it across your swollen folds. Your mouth drops into a soft oh! of disbelief as he promptly pops his thumb into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

“Shit.” Satoru hisses lowly, “One more might just not be enough.”

Not wasting a moment longer, he’s bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. Head thrown back as your plush walls desperately try to accommodate his size.

“Oh. Oh shit hah- should’ve been locked up here ngh- sooner.” he groans, words straight from his cock. “Feel s’heavenly around m-me.” Because God Satoru thinks he wouldn’t even mind staying here for the rest of his life if it meant he got to have you like this.

You moan at the positively delicious stretch of your pussy, plush walls unable to decide between pushing him out and milking the soul out of him. “Hah- Toru s’too big. I can’t-”

“You will.” he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed as he focuses on letting you adjust. Pressing inch by fucking inch. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fights that feral part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy till his tip kisses your cervix, and you’re drunk on nothing but his cock.

But he didn’t have to - because you’re immediately wrapping your legs around his toned waist, pulling Satoru to you recklessly until his heavy balls smack your ass. Tufts of snowy white hair - already so wet with your slick and his precum - finally meeting your cunt.

“Ah! Shit, s’full Toru.” you keen, body bowing into his.

There’s not even a hair's breadth between your bodies now as Satoru chuckles darkly. “You little minx. Thought you couldn’t handle me, but you really wanted to be split apart on my cock, huh?”

You feel almost shy under his gaze as you mumble out a quiet little, “Well you did say one more.”

Ah, Satoru thinks deliriously, if you aren’t Mrs. Gojo by the time you two get out of this then there’s seriously something wrong with him.

But he doesn’t tell you that. Instead with a satisfied smirk, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, sucking your tongue so lewdly as he did with your cunt. Parting for only a second before pressing his lips to yours again. And again. And again, as if it hurt to part.

“Mhm. Always wanted to do this, sweetheart.” he hums against your pretty lips. “Fuck ever since you hah- walked in on that first day.”

Kissing you sweetly with a tenderness that doesn’t translate to his hips as pulls back, back, back. All the way till his angry, hard tip was just grazing your sloppy entrance. “One more.”

Body moving before his mind, his hips start fucking into your dripping cunt recklessly. Satoru doesn’t fuck you with the finesse he imagined he would all these years, rough, harsh thrusts fueled by pure need and all the desperation from these last few years.

In one, fluid movement, the burn of the stretch hits you before the realization that Satoru has thrown your legs over his sculpted shoulders.

“Ah- So good, Toru. Oh my god- hah-” you mewl at the change in angle. His pulsing dick expertly hitting that one spot inside you which has your words slurring together, body arching off the floor to press so impossibly close against him.

And, well, Satoru isn’t any better - because he’s slamming his cock into you mindlessly. Hitting that spot over and over.

With one hand, he caresses your stomach. Whispering out a ragged, “Feel me inside? Feel me right…” Pressing his palm down hard, “Here.”

The other forces you to look up at him, drinking in your whines of “Yes yes yes, can feel you s-so deep hngh- inside me, Toru.”

You’re so cockdrunk and full of Satoru that you barely notice the hands groping their way down your body. Catching harshly on your swollen clit, starting to draw, quick, frenzied circles that match the cadence of his hips smacking into yours.

“Look at me.” he murmurs raspily, “Open your mouth.”

And you can do nothing but take it, tongue lolling out so lewdly for the warm stream of spit that hits it. Once. Twice.

You look up at him with teary eyes, as you take it all - anything and everything he was giving. And it makes Satoru bow his head with a fucked-out groan, cock twitching so animalistically as it keeps plunging inside you roughly. Deft fingers on your clit becoming more desperate.

Harder. Faster. Balls squeezing so painfully. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up - and you were going to let thim.

You squeal at the overstimulation, hips bucking up for more more more-

“God, sweetheart, you don’t know what you do to me.” he moans, voice strained with desire and the euphoria of getting everything he’s wanted for so long. It was driving him insane. “Now c’mon. One more. Give me one more like my good girl.”

“Hngh- yes- Toru!”

You don’t even know what “one more” means anymore - all you do know is that you’re cumming and cumming all around Satoru’s unforgiving cock. Walls fluttering so snugly, your body convulses as you cream around his cock. Nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back, Satoru’s name leaving your bruised lips and into the heady air like a prayer every time his tip kisses your cervix. His new favorite melody.

And that seems to be what makes him snap as well - because with a final, sloppy thrust, he’s painting your walls such a sinful white. Pumping thick, hot ropes of his cum into your quivering cunt.

“Shit- yeah, my girl. Take it. Take it all f’me.” Satoru shudders above you, head thrown back, chest heaving as he fucks you through your high. Movements nothing more than shallow, mindless little thrusts to get you both off so animalistically.

It was so fucking filthy - and exactly what you needed so badly. He was exactly what you needed so badly.

Now, Satoru only had to take one look as you use him so obscenely for your pleasure - eyes dazed, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth - before he thinks he might just cum again. And again. And again until he physically couldn’t anymore.

But first…

Pulling out of your heavenly pussy with a lewd pop! His long fingers delicately collects the mixture of slick and cum now gushing out of you obscenely.

Aw, what a waste, Satoru muses as it pools below you sinfully. If it was up to him he wouldn’t waste a single drop from your pretty cunt.

But no matter.

Abruptly, Satoru bullies two fingers into your mouth - forcing you to taste yourself, to taste him. Pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way that has you choking and gagging around him, teary eyes just begging up at him. Perfect - you were so perfect for him.

Kissing your forehead with a tenderness that doesn’t match his actions, he hums, faux innocence lacing his words, “What a shame, the box didn’t open yet.”

And oh does he love the excitement lighting up your exhausted eyes. Pretty thighs twitching underneath him as a slow, fucked-out little smile curls your lips.

“One more? Please?”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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gumiiiiezzzz

1 year ago

I have this theory that Yuuta is VERY sexually frustrated since he couldn't do anything while Rika was with him so could I please request him taking that out on you after the curse is broken? 👀 like he'd probably be so desperate and needy and cum like super quick but he's ready to go again straight away

Desperation

Needy!Yuuta x reader

I Have This Theory That Yuuta Is VERY Sexually Frustrated Since He Couldn't Do Anything While Rika Was

A/n: OMG THIS HAD MY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. FUCK I LOVED THIS. I had so many ideas I literally sat staring at the screen for a couple minutes lol. Honestly this whole fan fic was just a mess of horniness. But please enjoy!

Warnings: Pussy drunk! yuuta, virginity loss, excessive cum/breeding kink, oral, orgasm denial, mutual pining, finger sucking

You could ask anyone in Jujutsu technical college what their opinion was on Yuuta and they'd probably all say somewhat what of the same thing; that he was amazing. And in some ways its true. Yuuta was the ideal upper classman, with a powerful curse technique of his own and always willing to help train or simply talk to his underclassmates to make their day better. No one, not even his closest friends like you, maki or even inumaki would guess that under that cool exterior, Yuuta okkatsu was actually going insane. Sure, having a psychotic jealous blood lust crazed curse was mentally taxing in a plethora of ways but no one would guess just how sexually repressing it was. In the beginning when Yuuta was in his early teens, it wasn't a problem. He had no interests, especially not in women, besides breaking the curse that was attached to him. But things changed, yuuta grow older, into a hot blooded male with needs. Todou first introduced him to porn and he became enamored, then you came along that's when it all spiraled from there. To prevent you from a gruesome death at the hands of Rika, Yuuta suffered in silence. From declining your requests to hang out to keeping his eyes glued away from you when the two of you trained. Soon his only solace became roughly fucking his fist after every interaction, or despretly humping a pillow when you did something as simple as touch him. But this all changed when he finally broke the curse.

You were ecstatic after hearing the news

Sure you were happy for Yuuta because you knew how badly he wanted to put his childhood love to rest. But you were also happy because now you could finally confess the feelings you had for the black hair boy without being mauled by a rampaging curse.

Since he got back from his mission you had been trying to get ahold of him all day to no avail; skillfully avoiding you or making up excuses that required him to be somewhere else. But right now you had him cornered as you stood infront of the door to his room, taking in a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Yuuta I know your in there, I just have something to tell you and I promise I'll go away." You say with a shake in your voice. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, maybe he didnt feel the same and this would ruin the friend ship you valued so much.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the door slowly open, and you look up to see dark naturally tired eyes bearing into you. He leans against the door and its then you realize just how much he's grown after he came back from Africa. The height difference is incredibly noticeable as was his muscle build, clearly the result from hours of intensive training.

"What's up?" Yuutas voice is deep, dark, suiting him entirely well.

You play with the hem of your jujutsu uniform skirt before taking a deep breath and raising your head to meet his piercing gaze with a sudden rush of adrenaline.

"I like you Yuuta! I know you probably dont like me back since you've been avoiding me all day but I needed to get it off my chest and I hope we can still be friends. And if you give me time im sure the feelings will die out but-" What you dont expect is Yuuta to cut of your rambling by attaching his lips to yours.

The kiss is sudden, hot and messy. Yuutas lips move fast against yours, not even sliding his tongue along your lips to ask for permission before shoving it in your mouth, a whine escaping his mouth as he does so. Spit is smeared along the ends of your lips and a string of liquid attaches to both of your tongues when he pulls back.

"Been avoiding you cuz I couldnt contain myself." Yuuta mumbles before diving back in to capture your mouth. He needed more, he needed to be closer, this wasn't enough. A big hand comes to tangle in your hair and press you impossibly hard against his mouth, while the other slides its self behind your knees to scoop you up like a princess and carry you into the room.

He doesn’t stop kissing you when he lets you down on the bed and crawls on top of you. You accidentally hike your leg so your knee brushes against Yuutas crotch making him moan. Suddenly he starts lowering him self onto your leg, dragging his clothed crotch up and down your lower thigh, full on humping it.

You marvel at how sensitive he is, little whines and moans escaping from his lips as he humped your leg. It was fascinating to have a big strong man such as Yuuta be turned into practically puddy in your hands after doing basically nothing.

"Please let me fuck you y/n, I promise ill do my best I just need you please."

And how could you stay no?

You nod and Yuutas eyes light up. Immedtaily he's lifting up your skirt, not even bothering to take off your underwear before ripping the flimsy fabric and diving face first into your dripping cunt. And God he thinks he's in heaven. You taste divine on his tongue he thinks, smell even better too. There's no technique to how yuuta eats you out, just licking and sucking like a starved man; saliva and your juices dripping down his chin. From the obcence amount of porn he watched he knows your clit is supposed to be somewhere on the top, and he knows he found it when he accidentally nudges on the pearl with his nose and your hips buck up with a loud moan. Immediately he's suckling on the meaty nub, swirling his tongue around it and letting spit pool onto it.

"Oh god yuuta m' gonna c-cum" Your voice has him moaning into your cunt and aggressively rutting his hips into the bed for relief. At this rate he was going to cum before you untouched, and that couldnt happen, no he needed to be inside you first.

Yuuta immediately relinquishes his ministrations on your pussy with a loud 'pop' making you whine at the loss of your release that was so close.

"Shh shh shh I know baby I just need to feel ya, need to feel ya squeeze my dick when ya cum first."

Yuutas pulling down his pants now, and you watch with wide eyes as his long length springs out; pretty angry red tip teeming with cloudy white precum that dribbled along the side of his girthy cock. You dont even have the chance to say anything before he's pressing into you making you whine at the pressure of his mushroom tip against your clenching hole.

He cant wait anymore, his body lurches forward and the moment he enters in you the wind is knocked out of him. You felt good? Try god like, Yuutas mind was in euphoria right now. His flesh light could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

"Y-you gotta l-losen up baby or im gonna ah~"

It was all too much, he wasn't even fully in you yet and he was down for the count. More importantly though he needed to say something about the tension deep in his stomach, how it was building and building until it was as tight as possible. All that left him, however, was a strangled cry when it snapped, and among it he heard you gasp. He couldn’t look though, couldn’t open his eyes and ignore the colors he was seeing behind his eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. His skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing he could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over his body.

Thick ropes of cum shot deep inside of you, the warmth of it sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"Yuuta did you just...."Yuuta looked entirely bothered. Hair tousled and face flushed from his orgasm and the added embarrassment of cumming in you so fast. "We can stop if you wa-"

"No!" Yuuta cut you off and yelled. "No not gonna stop" He said through gritted teeth and your eyes widen when you feel his already hard again dick continue to push into you.

The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldnt help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.

Yuuta was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being, he whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said hoarsely.

Unable to handle the sensation, you fall back, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Yuuta doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he's not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

"Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?"

You nodded eagerly, mouth lax around his fingers. His breathing began ending in curses, huffing against the back of your neck. You shivered and your hand tightened in his hair. His hips slapped against yours hard, and yours continued to move against his

Your cries and whimpers are like music to his ears and his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. There’s no warning when he comes.

As he blows his load, you feel his warmth soak your battered pussy. You’re wetter than ever down there, his milky semen leaking out as he continues to push into you relentlessly. Yuuta, unfazed by his ejaculate, keeps sliding his member in and out. His thrusts are not only slicker and frictionless with the help of his hot cum, but also noisier with the amount of liquid trapped inside of you.

He couldnt stop now. His body had kicked into auto pilot, a primal need for you setteled in as he thrusted in and out, creating a methodical fast rhythm that echoed in your ears. He couldnt hold back, he didnt want to hold back Yuuta was too far gone.

"Yuu! P-p-please slow down im gonna-"

Feverishly, your pussy tightens around his cock, your mouth opens but no sounds come out of it. Your orgams runs through your body like a lighting, igniting every single nerve just to come crashing into you in a wave of relief.

Your a mess now, drool decorating your cheeks and eyes glazed over as Yuuta continues to rut into you. Its all to much, your previous orgasm has your clit twitching and oversensitive but your too weak to push him away.

"M'sorry you just feel so so so good baby m'cant stop baby"

A/n: Im too lazy to write an ending

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10 months ago

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ clueless! smau

summary: the 1st and 2nd year boys are in love with you- and you... well... you're clueless.

warnings: f!reader, sfw, megumi is slightly emotionally constipated, fluff/crack

includes: yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, and toge inumaki

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ PHEW 😮‍💨 i pumped these smaus OUT in like a day (def not while i was at work)😋

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ hope u guys liked :,) as ALWAYS u can always send me suggestions, asks, or recs <3

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ art creds and character rants below line LMAO

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ i am ALWAYS spreading chronically online toge propaganda

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ jk it's alr canon he a TROLL!!!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚megumi doing things he canonically dislikes: eating mochi (dislikes sweets) and reading fiction (non-fiction fan) is just so perfect jshdihais

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ ACOTAR REFERENCE ANYONE 😏😼 megumi being an emotionally constipated and reserved biddie is… honestly just cannon tbh

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ yuji pfp art: @11101AM on twt; megumi pfp art: @deltanpopo on twt; toge pfp art: jjk anime heh

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ header art link: https://pin.it/4mKbzO9tW

☆ 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ☆

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MHA//

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WANT YOU//DABI

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LUCID DREAMER//IZUKU MIDORIYA

LOST IT//KATSUKI BAKUGO

LOVE YOU THE SAME//IZUKU MIDORIYA

JJK//

POWERLESS//SATORU GOJO

DOUBLE DISTANCE//SUGURU GETOU

!“I never thought i’d see you again” kiss w/ gojo!

SLEEP ALONE//MAKI ZENIN

!”are we still friends?” kiss w/ inumaki!

STUCK WITH ME//SUGURU GETO

BE COOL//SATORU GOJO

YOUR ROOM//MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

GHOST//SATORU GOJO

IN BETWEEN US//CHOSO

IF THAT AINT LOVE//CHOSO

DESTINY//SUGURU GETO

HEART TATTOO//SUGURU GETO

KNY//

STOLEN YOUR HEART//DOMA

HAIKYUU//

KILLING TIME//RINTARO SUNA

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gumiiiiezzzz

1 year ago

✁FASHION FLIRT ✃

❝ we in love & started dating at your art school..

..cause either way we both lyin' more than half of the time..

..except for when I'm home workin' on your graphic design ❞

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

🪡SUMMARY

You’re a fashion student in your first year of college, beginning the end of 2nd semester project, which just so happens to be designing a collection of 3 outfits to be modeled at a fashion show in late May. Your classes host model auditions for designers like you to go pick your models. While everyone is able to write down a max of 20 people, there’s one boy that catches your eye you hope ends up in your final 3.

⍟ JJK college au ⍟ art students au ⍟ no curse au

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✍️ your designs

📋 your model rating list

(these 2 are optional for more visuals, if u have ur own ideas pls feel free to ignore)

┌──── “ group chats 💬 „

👥 Fashion Famous 🧑‍🎨🧵

👥 Film GC 📽️

👥 day 1’s

👥 y/n’s fan club

🪡TWITTER PROFILES

chapters below cut

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✆ chapter 1: Extra Credit

✆ chapter 2: Flirting Business Tactic

✆ chapter 3: Fashion Walk

✆ chapter 4: Leaf

✆ chapter 5: Model Castings

✆ chapter 6: Can’t wait to see u

✆ chapter 7: Snacks

✆ chapter 8: Movies

✆ chapter 9: Asleep

✆ chapter 10: Late

✆ chapter 11: Third Wheel

✆ chapter 12: Reminded me of you

✆ chapter 13: Iron

✆ chapter 14: Flip a coin

✆ chapter 15: 8-ball

✆ chapter 16: Deserve each other

✆ chapter 17: Romeo o’ romeo

✆ chapter 18: Bro

✆ chapter 19: First Date

✆ chapter 20: Puzzle

✆ chapter 21: Don’t tell anyone

✆ chapter 22: Fraud

✆ chapter 23: Zip-up

✆ chapter 24: Beading & Braiding

✆ chapter 25: Guess

✆ chapter 26: Ignored

✆ chapter 27: Fixing him

✆ chapter 28: Couch

✆ chapter 29: Films

✆ chapter 30: Sleepover

✆ chapter 31: Out of guesses

✆ chapter 32: Portraits of love

✆ chapter 33: Rehearsal

✆ chapter 34: Show

EPILOGUE

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gumiiiiezzzz

1 year ago

ᴵ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ...

SUMMARY: when people ask how you met satoru, your response would be “at a club,” and while he'd smile and nod along in agreement, there was much more to the story…

PAIRING: bartender! gojo satoru x actress! reader

TW: 18+, masturbation, obsessive satoru...

A/N: part of my bartender gojo series but can be read as a stand alone, mostly satoru being a lil creepy shit... I mean fanboy!

It all started with a magazine...

During his proud bachelor days, Satoru had been a faithful subscriber to various porn sites and magazines. It wasn't that he had any problems with finding women to satisfy his needs; on the contrary, women at the club were obsessed with him.

One charming grin paired with a wink was enough to get anyone flushed and ready to drop their panties for Gojo Satoru. It was all just way too easy, and with the lack of challenge, eventually he lost interest in hooking ups.

Now, this particular magazine was one of his all-time favorites, so imagine the dismay when instead of receiving the usual erotic magazine, he found the latest issue of Vogue delivered to his doorsteps. A simple error on the mailman's part, and further proof to Satoru, that one simply couldn't find good service anymore.

+ ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° .

Sighing with disdain, Satoru flipped through the pages. “Boring, boring, boring…” He muttered, preparing to dump the magazine in the trash. With his flawless skin and exceptional looks, what did he need this for!?

Just as he was about to toss it away, a particular image caught his eye - it was a picture of you.

Nothing much about the ad was special, except for you. Who'd been featured prominently, wearing a two-piece swimsuit and, holding up a bottle of sunscreen, with a charming smile that screamed, “Buy this.” clever sales tactic, using a pretty girl like you to promote products, and god, you were pretty.

Satoru could feel his heartbeat pick up as he studied your face; the cheery red lipstick enhanced your features, he was hooked, and the growing tent in his pants further served as evidence of just how much.

Turns out Vogue wasn't so boring after all…

“Hmmm...” he moaned softly, sliding his hands down his sweatpants to massage his growing hard on, his eyes fixated on the outline of your curves, the way the blue bikini clung onto your tits, and how the pantie strings were tied in a cute little ribbon. It'd be so easy for him to rip the flimsy fabric off you...

“Fuck.” Satoru groans, squeezing the tip of his pre-dripping cockhole. He wasn't going to last long tonight...

+ ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° .

Getting you out of his brain proved to be impossible. Your face was always there in the back of his mind during whatever mundane tasks he'd been doing. In the shower, eating breakfast, at work, heck, even his dreams weren't safe, you'd wormed your way in them with the same kissable lips and sweet smile; it was like he was back to being a teenager boy with a puppy crush.

Two weeks after failing to distract himself, his resistance cracked, and he looked up your name online.

You were an actress...

That was the first thing Satoru learned. Not yet a household name, but a rising star nonetheless, with a decent amount of people seeming to enjoyed your works.

The second thing he found after obsessively scrolling through your social media accounts was that you had a boyfriend, Naoya Zenin. Now that was a name Satoru was familiar with—the regular VIP asshole at one of his clubs.

Lips twisting into a disgruntled frown, he stares at a recently posted picture of you with Naoya. What did you even see in this punk? He was an egoistical little shit...

+ ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° .

The following evening, Satoru sat down to watch the very first movie you had a leading role in, a typical light hearted rom-com. in it you'd played the role of a clumsy assistant, oblivious to the fact that your boss had a crush on you.

Dispute the predictable plot, Satoru couldn't bring himself to turn it off; his eyes locked onto your every expression as it shifted from serious to flustered during the romantic scenes. You were good Satoru admired despite not having much experience then, you obviously had versatility.

As the movie's plot advanced, so did the romance; simple handholding turned into kissing and making out...

Every time the camera zoomed in on you and your costar, Satoru gritted his teeth, a bitter taste raised to the back of his mouth, watching as you moaned into another man's lips. It was absurd, irrational, and he didn't even know you, so where was this anger coming from!? Why did he wish it was him on screan kissing you instead!? Why did his want to punch the fucker for touching you!?

+ ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° .

Safe to say, Satoru never watched any more of your works in the romantic genre again; his heart couldn't handle seeing you with another man...

What he did watch were interviews; he'd spent hours getting through every single one from the time of your debut, memorizing all of your preferences, from your favorite color to how many kids you wanted to the most used brand of perfume, shampoo and lotion.

He even bought a batch of perfume for himself, spraying it on his pillows and sheets, and using the lotion as lube whenever he'd fucked his fists to your pictures.

Eventually He'd lost count of the nights he spent lazily stroking his aching cock and imagining it was your little hands, or pretty lips on him ... those fantasies always ended with his cum splattered on his abs and the sheets. Not that Satoru minded the mess; he just wished he could have you there with him instead, longing to know how it'd feel to stuff your tight holes full of his cum...

Soon enough, his phone's wallpaper changed from the blank blue to a picture of you from your photoshoot for Vogue; he even hung a few posters of you in his closet, a little shrine dedicated to his one and only.

+ ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° .

It took some time for Satoru's best friends to notice his twisted obsession with you.

Shoko was the first one to point out how unhealthy it was, “At this rate you'll end up becoming a stalker, and getting charged for harassment.” she'd stated after finding out about his little collection.

“Just fuck a couple of chicks and get over this one, buddy.” Suguru advised, not knowing of his blue-eyed friend's various failed attempts at doing just that.

Satoru had tried to fuck someone.

The girl was one of his regular clients, tall, slim, hot, and pretty confident. She'd flirted with him a couple of times, and he'd indulged in it, thinking, why not?

He took her to dinner and had a fancy hotel room picked out just for the occasion. But when he finally had her in bed, he couldn't go through with it. She felt wrong; her eyes weren't the same shade as yours, her laugh wasn't like yours, and the way she talked annoyed him, so he left.

He'd tried this a few more times with different women, but it always ended the same.

The closest he'd come to getting his dick wet was in his private room in the back of the club. She had the same hair color as yours, and Satoru thought if he'd pretend hard enough, she could be you.

But then he made the mistake of moaning out your name instead of Sasha, or was it Simona ? ... well, he didn't remember, but whoever she was had left him with a harsh reality check, and a red slap mark on his face.

So He stopped trying after that.

The next woman Satoru fucked would be you or no one else. Sure, you had a boyfriend; sure, you didn't know he existed, and sure, there was a chance you never would, but he was convinced, with enough money and time, you would find your way to him.

Until then, Satoru would spend his nights imagining what it'd be like if he could get a chance to show you just how perfect he was for you, and pretending like you were his all the damn time . . .

✎⁠ I'm trying to get out of my writing slump so hopefully this was a good start (ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) asks are open for feedback and ideas so feel free to send me thoughts <333

✎⁠ likes, reblogs, and comments are very appreciated ♡

✎ the dividers are from @chachachannah header is from @chromesaine on pinterest

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1 year ago

𝔐𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔪𝔦 𝔉𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡

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ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

>ꜱꜰᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɴꜱꜰᴡ

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Megumi who only opens up to you. It takes him a while but he learns that it's a good thing to be open with the person you trust the most and that turns out to be you. He's slightly emotionally unavailable but he does try his hardest to show and express his true emotions when he's around you, and you'll see him smile more if you accept him for this and take it slow and patient.

Megumi who's always angry with everyone but you. He's always scowling or frowning at everyone else and has a pretty short temper, but when his attention is focused on you, those stressed brows calm down and he's frowning slightly less. Something about you calms him down exponentially and he finds it strange at first that he doesn't feel so uptight, but he gets used to it.

Megumi who will hold your hand when you walk. He's not big on a public display of affection, but he feels required to make it obvious that he isn't just there with you, he's dating you. So wordlessly he makes it known by slipping his slender fingers into yours and taking a gentle yet firm grip on your hand. If he feels like someones staring a bit too much though that hand slips round your waist or to your hip, he can't help it.

Megumi who will remember every detail about you. He's the best listener, so everything you tell him about yourself gets written into a visual mental note. Oh you briefly mention a necklace you saw that you like, he'll be buying it as soon as he can, your favourite band, song, food, drink, just everything. He thinks it's important to know everything about you, so whenever he does something he can personalise it and make it really special.

Megumi who secretly adores to cuddle. If you ask him in public for them, he'll act indifferent and act like they aren't wanted, and even in private he'll still act as though he doesn't want them. But when you sit down and wrap your legs and your arms around his sleek figure, he sighs and wraps his arm around you in return, but he secretly feels warm. He's in love and he knows it, feeling the weight of your pretty self set on him he could never truly complain.

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Megumi who loves when you ride him. Seeing your fucked out face as your body bounces up and down on his cock is unbeatable. The sounds of your hips slapping into his and your moans and desperate whimpers as you chase a high has him shivering and groaning. His hands will always find your waist and he'll help you when you begin to shale, to keep your rhythm up. He'll groan softly and sometimes he'll be whining just as much as you, depends on the day really.

Megumi who has a thing for hair pulling. If he's fucking you from the back, his hips slapping against your plush ass, he wont hesitate to take a chunk of your hair into his hand and pull your head up. He'll lean over your back as he thrusts into you, looking into your eyes from the side as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He'll always hold your hair when you're giving him head, though that's more so it's not in your way. If you run your hands through his hair when he eats you out, he'll be groaning into your pussy every now and then, secretly he's into soft tugs to his hair, even if he does prefer being the giver.

Megumi who avoids public sex, but sometimes can't help it. He won't fuck you in public, but if you're sat together and he's needy, his hand will rest on your thigh, slowly creeping around and holding a death grip on the inner section. If he gets any sort of approval from you, he'll double check no one can see what his hand is doing before shamelessly sliding his fingers into your panties. He'll slip 2 fingers into your wet pussy and pump them in and out slowly to avoid any squelching noises, looking at you from the side and making you keep quiet. Bite your lip and look forward, can't be getting caught now can you?

Megumi who can't last long when sucked off. You're on your knees, both hands wrapped around his muscle filled thighs, your cheeks sucked in and your head bobbing back and forth on his sensitive cock. He tries to suppress his noises, but your mouth gets the best of him, whimpers and grunts leaving his throat with each movement. He'll come even quicker when you use your hand on his base, sucking at his tip while pumping the rest of his unattended length. He has a habit of not warning you before he comes, so don't be too surprised if your mouth is filled with a warm liquid in record time.

Megumi who loves when your thighs are around his head. He'll reassure you if you're scared of crushing him, and will help to ease you down the first time you sit on his face. The second your slick pussy is against is mouth he'll groan into it, and his hands will dig into your thighs. Whether they're thick or thin, he adores them. He'll pull them to wrap around his head in a choking grip, needing at the flesh and moaning about it, as his nose rubs against your clit and his tongue licks and kisses your soaked folds.

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1 year ago

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gumiiiiezzzz

11 months ago

Currently inside your organs fighting off the sickness for you!

Toge would be the one to sit by our side day and night if reader was sick (because he’s such a gooooood friend haha wym???) despite the first and second years teasing him for it 🖤

u r the sweetest thank u 😭i am still not feeling great </3

Currently Inside Your Organs Fighting Off The Sickness For You!

toge inumaki is a lot of things.

quiet, attentive, the sweetest friend you could ever ask for.

it goes without saying he notices pretty quickly when you don't feel well.

you're quieter than usual, barely responding to the taunts itadori sends your way like you normally do. during sparring training, you get easily taken down by megumi (which is a surprise in itself, considering you're far better in hand-to-hand combat that your junior), and you brush off the idea of lunch with your head resting against the table — a nap seeming more suitable than eating.

to say he's worried is an understatement, which is what leads him to where the two of you are now: shoko's infirmary with a thermometer hanging from your lips.

"'m fine, toge." you sigh out, pausing only when shoko sends you a look and resets the thermometer and instructs you to not speak until it beeps.

toge's own brows furrow for a completely different reason, since you're clearly out of it despite insisting you're fine, mumbling a small, "mustard leaf."

and you, to your own surprise, have a fever. it's low-grade, you defend, but shoko sends you to your room on bedrest until you're back to a normal temp. you whine the whole way toge guides you there, excuses on your tongue despite the way you melt into your sheets as he tucks you under the covers.

you'd tease toge for the way he dotes on you if you weren't so dazed, in and out of sleep with a fever that only seems to worsen.

but it's okay, because itadori and yuuta don't spare him of any punches.

"whatcha makin'?" itadori, like the little roach he is peers over toge's shoulder at the smell of food cooking, yuuta not far behind him with his nose in the air.

"smells good."

"fish flakes." toge swats away itadori's prying fingers as they move to try the soup toge's just finished.

"is this for our dear sick (y/n)?" yuuta teases, dodging the spoon toge throws his way.

"cavier." bite me, toge wants to grind out, but he clicks his tongue instead, carefully pouring the soup into a thermal and very maturely poking his tongue out at the two as he leaves the kitchen, ignoring their knowing smiles and taunts.

the teasing is worth it, he thinks, when you sit up in bed with a small smile as he helps you eat the soup. you don't even protest when he blows on it for you, or when he brings the spoon to your mouth gently.

"thank you, inu." you mumble out after you've finished what you could, back to curling in on yourself with him still at your side. he can't help the flush it brings to his cheeks, the way you say his nickname so casually, and he thinks surely you're further gone than even he realized.

you're asleep before he can even stutter out a comment on it.