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Baby Steps

[Chapter 8] Gojo’s Boring Birthday

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

“I’m going to miss you so much, honey.” Your mother hugs you, careful not to hug the air out of you. She kisses your cheek before letting go. “Please tell me everything. Keep me updated about my grandbaby.”

“I will, mom.” You tell her. She waves at Satoru, who awkwardly waves back. You then look at your father who just stands by the doorway. Neither of you won’t say anything first. So you turn around and begin to walk to Satoru’s car. You hear your name which causes you to stop.

“Oh, honey.” You turn around and your father’s arms are wrapped around you. He’s on the edge of tears. You hug him back. “I’m sorry, honey. Please take care. I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” You respond, unsure of how else to react to this sudden affection. You’re almost about to cry too– But you’re emotional all the time nowadays. You doubt the emotional will stop until after you have your baby.

“Keep me updated, okay? I want to know everything about my grandbaby.” He says, which almost makes a tear slip out, but you manage to keep it in. “And if you need something, even just a stupid craving, call me and I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, dad.” You reply, and he lets go. Your father waves at Satoru, who waves back. You walk back to the car, a bit happier than before. Really much happier than before.

You get into the passenger seat with a smile on your face, and it’s contagious because it makes Satoru smile as well.

-

You’re packing up stuff the 12th week of your pregnancy. Ecstatic to finally begin the second trimester of your pregnancy. Hearing that your nausea will begin to settle is certainly something to be excited about.

Tomorrow you’ll finally move into the apartment that Satoru is renting. A three-bedroom apartment, which you consider is way out of your price range. It has an amazing view of the city, which definitely raises questions as to what Satoru does.

“I told you to sit down and relax. I’ll pack everything up.” Satoru scolds you as he watches you put away some clothes. You’re pregnant, not terminally ill. Any other time you would’ve happily sat down and let him do everything, but you’re annoyed.

“Satoru-” You begin but he cuts you off. It’s like he can read your mind.

“You should just be relaxing.” He interrupts. Satoru is happier now more than ever with the small bump that’s barely visible. “Nugget won’t like that you’re making them exercise so early on.”

“Can we go out to eat?” You change the subject, hearing your stomach growl. “I’m craving some pizza.”

“Pizza? Isn’t that what we had for dinner last night?” Satoru questions and you furrow your eyebrows. How dare he question your craving? When he notices your face, he apologizes and is quick to suggest, “Do you want to go out? It’s pretty cold. It’s snowing too.”

“I want to take a breath of fresh air.” You answer. You walk to the bedroom to grab your purse, something bothering you in the back of your mind but you don’t know what. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“Like what?” He asks. He knows what you’re forgetting, but it’s not a big deal so he won’t tell you.

“I don’t know… Today is December 7th… Kaya’s birthday isn’t this month. My parents’ birthday isn’t either…” You begin to think out loud as you walk back to Satoru. Satoru holds back a laugh, watching you get worked up over nothing. And he loves knowing that the reason you’re getting worked up is because of him. Even though you don’t consciously know it.

“It’s probably nothing important.” Satoru says, which immediately reminds you what it is. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, and he’s quick to hug you back.

“Happy birthday, ‘Toru.” You murmur, and he smiles. He’s about to thank you, but you speak before him, “What do you want to eat? It doesn’t have to be pizza.”

“It’s okay. My baby is craving pizza and I’ll get that for her.” He responds and you pull away. You stick out your bottom lip a bit before speaking,

“I told you it’s a he.” You say, and he chuckles. He brings his face down and pecks your lips. After leaving your parents’ home, Satoru has gotten extremely affectionate with you. You’re just as affectionate. You’re practically dating now. Both of you are happy with each other, or at least with the fact that you’re having a baby with each other.

“I wasn’t talking about that one.” He tells you, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Until you get it and roll your eyes, holding back a smirk at the same time. “But let’s get you pizza. It sounds good.”

“Are you sure? It is your birthday and I want to make sure you eat well.” You ask and he nods with a smile on his face. Sure, maybe pizza doesn’t sound ideal, but you and his baby want pizza so he’ll budge in.

“As long as we get cupcakes later.” He responds. 

“A carrot cupcake does sound good.” You comment as you put on your coat.

“Carrot cupcake? I thought it was yucky?” Satoru replies, and it’s evident in his voice that he’s trying not to laugh.

“Shut up or I won’t give you a birthday present.”

-

“I’m stuffed.” You share, putting your hand over your belly, barely being able to walk. You’re walking to Satoru’s car, which seems like a mile away. “Can’t you just pick me up here.”

“C’mon, walking is good for you.” Satoru says as if it’s something that you don’t know. You finally get to the car, and he opens the passenger door for you. You get into the car, and you pull out your phone. It’s still so early, and you don’t want Satoru to remember his first birthday with you as a boring day that he spent packing everything up.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” You tell him when he gets in the car and he raises his eyebrow. He tilts his head as he looks at you.

“Where?” He questions, and you shrug. You don’t have a place in mind. Nowhere at all. “It’s really cold out, it’s best if we stay in. Plus we’re moving tomorrow.”

“Let’s do something else, Toru. It’s your birthday.” You remind him, but that doesn’t change anything for him. It’s just another normal day for him. The fact that 21 years ago today he was born, doesn’t really change anything. But it seems to change things up for you.

His birthday has always been a big deal for everyone else, and he’s never understood it. Maybe when his baby is born he’ll understand the significance of birthdays, but not now. “It’s fine. We can just stay in.”

“Oh c’mon! Staying in and packing up all that shit just sounds tedious." You continue, and he just ends up chuckling. Arguing is a losing bet. He ends up agreeing that you two should do something else. “How about we- I have no idea.”

“Are you down for dessert?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“After dinner! I’m so full right now.” You answer, and now you both hum as you think about what to do.

“Maybe you can give me my birthday present.” He suggests but you shake your head. Satoru purses his lips together. “How about we- We- Um- I’ve got nothing.”

“How about we-”

“Can we just go home? Please. I’m really cold out here. We can just watch a movie or something.” He suggests, and you end up nodding. For some reason your eyes tear up. Maybe his voice is too harsh, or the way he worded things was too mean. Or the fact that you’re trying to do something for his birthday and neither of you can think of anything– Point is, you’re sensitive and about to cry. He sees your teary eyes and is quick to apologize, “Oh, I- I didn’t mean it. We can do whatever you want.”

“No- No, it’s fine.” You sniffle, trying your best to not begin bawling your eyes out. You’ve never been so sensitive in your life before.

“We can go-” He begins but you cut him off.

“Let’s watch the movie. I’m sorry.” You begin to turn away so he doesn’t see the tears that are streaming down your face.

“Don’t apologize, let’s just-” He tries to comfort you, but you’re not listening. You’re crying and sniffling.

“Let’s go home, Satoru!” You raise your voice, and he starts the car. He begins to drive back to your apartment.

-

After calming down, you both watch a movie that Satoru was interested in watching. One that nearly made you fall asleep. Although you both were cuddling in bed, and Satoru’s warmth was nearly enough to make you fall asleep, the movie isn’t the only factor that makes you fall asleep. While you’re almost falling asleep, Satoru caresses your back, his eyes focused on the TV.

His phone rings, and he’s quick to pick it up without checking the number. His eyes roll when he hears the annoying little voice, “What do you want, Megumi?”

Satoru’s voice certainly wakes you up. The voice doesn’t match the background noise, so it makes you conscious again. You shut your eyes though, hearing he’s on a phone call. “Megumi, I gave you and Tsumiki enough money for the month. Leave me alone.”

Questions arise as you hear Megumi and Tsumiki. Who could they possibly be? Just the thought of who they are makes you nauseous. “Look, I can’t right now. I’m on a mission. Yeah yeah yeah. Brat.”

“Oh- I can’t hear you- You’re breaking up-” Satoru begins until he finally hangs up the phone. He focuses back on the movie again, until you raise your head and look at him. He smiles when he sees you, “Oh, you’re awake. Do you want me to change the movie?”

“No, it’s fine.” You answer. You sit up, trying to stop yourself from puking. You begin to take deep breaths. You hadn’t noticed how dark it got outside. It’s late. “God, I don’t think I’ll be able to give you your birthday gift.”

“Huh? Which was?” He asks, completely clueless.

“Guess.” You reply, but he shakes his head in response. Completely clueless. “Since I had forgotten to give you an actual gift, I was going to give you head.”

“Head…? Oh- Oh! No, don’t worry about it.” He says. He pats down the pillow next to him. He sure has gotten comfortable considering he’s only slept over one night. “I didn’t remind you about my birthday because I didn’t think it was necessary. I really don’t care for gifts.”

“I don’t know- I still could’ve done something for you.” You tell him as you lay back down. You’re so tired, ready to actually fall asleep. A yawn escapes your mouth before asking, “You still want to get cupcakes?”

“Maybe you can do it when you feel better.” Satoru suggests. He does love the idea of getting a blowjob from you, but he definitely won’t force you. Especially when you’re not feeling well. “Please rest.”

“I’m sorry your birthday was boring.” You comment, and he chuckles. He wouldn’t call it boring per say. More eventful than anything he’s done in the past years. “Our baby is gonna have an old fart as his dad.”

“Old fart?” He laughs. It completely slipped his mind that his next birthday he’ll have a little buddy to celebrate it with. A little family with you included, of course. That’s nice. 

Maybe you found the day boring, but his birthday was perfect. He couldn’t think of a more perfect way of spending his birthday than with the woman who’s making him a father.

“Did you know the baby is the size of a lemon?” He asks, and it makes the faintest smile appear on your lips. He tells you the size of the baby weekly.

“That’s nice to know, Toru.” You respond. The noise of the movie is, once again, the only audible sound in the room.

Your mind begins to drift, however, you keep thinking of one thing. Two people. Tsumiki and Megumi.

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So, this is love. This.

Anna Karenina (2012) dir. Joe Wright.

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* "SO I HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE GUYS FOR NO REASON?"

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a prequel & sequel to my fic; The F*ck List.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, obsession, possessiveness, hints of; stalking. kidnapping, violence, mentions of whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

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[12:32 P M] part 2 - Haitini Ran

This is the hardest writer's block ever. Like I have it all there... just can't get it down. Please be patient with me. I'm working on the other HQ stuff - I promise. Just need to get Ran outta my head. Warning: Explicit smut; 18+; Ran is totally whooped First part

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It’s been a whole week since Ran woke up hours later to Y/n still in his bed, in his arms while still buried deeply inside her.

He didn’t want to leave but unfortunately, worked called for him.

He woke her up to promise her he’ll be back, and it was difficult for him to leave when she was so adorable half-awake.

“Come here,” she mumbles, and he moved closer to her. Her fingers snake into his neatly combed hair and she pulls him closer to her lips, pecking his lips once. “Be safe.”

The entire week, all that was on his mind were her words she said to him that struck something inside of him.

“Would it be so bad if I was to get pregnant though?”

Ran buried himself inside of her three more times that first initial night. Once in the shower and once again in bed and lastly, in the morning before he had to leave. After the little oops, they both agree to disregard the condom since she would take the pill the following day.

He knew he shouldn’t take her words for it, there was a few things he feared in his life and getting a woman accidently pregnant was one of them.

But that didn’t stop him for cumming inside of her the rest of the times.

But Y/n answered him with a video recording herself taking the pill.

”Just in case you needed proof that I did take the pill.” The camera flips around to her and she smiles brightly before ending the video.

He returned as soon as he could and found her reading quietly in the library. He sat across from her, making small talks because… he didn’t know what else to say.

Other than, he wanted to fuck her again. And again. And again.

He never had any problems initiating it, but with Y/n… he felt like a stupid shy schoolboy with puppy eyes waiting for her to give him the green light.

His stupid leg wouldn’t stop shaking, he was really dying just for her to give him a sign… any sign that they can continue what they started the night before.

“What’s wrong, Ran?” Her voice was teasing, almost like she knew why he was antsy.

The boldness in him switched over and he lets out a frustrated chuckle before leaning back, to show her exactly what was bothering him. The tent between his crotch was prominent, couldn’t miss what was clearly wrong with him.

She bookmarked her page and stood up, holding a hand out to him. “Manjiro will be upset if we had some fun in here.”

. .

Ran stands at the end of the bed after discarding the third condom and stares at Y/n’s naked backside who is clearly fucked out on his bed.

Grabbing the comforters, they had kicked off, he pulls it over her body and then settles in beside her. Pushing her messy fanned out hair aside, “I…” he kisses her nape, “I gotta be on my turf for a few days. So,” he paused, lips pressing against her skin, “will you come with me and stay at my place?”

She shuffled around until she was facing him, her fingers trace along his sharp jaw. He lets out a groan when her thumb pad grazes against his Bonten tattoo on his throat. He noticed she touches it often. “Manjiro is going to be home the next couple of days… I don’t think I’m ready to tell him what we’re doing yet.” She looks into his eyes, “I’m not sure how he is going to take it.” She brushed his hair out of his eyes, “last time he was going to punch you.”

. .

Ran’s life shifted more than 360 degrees since meeting Y/n.

He was totally whooped.

Pussy whooped.

Smile whopped.

Touched whooped.

Just Y/n whooped.

And he didn’t care.

But unfortunately, he had to.

He was in charge of bring Rindou to the house for his surprise birthday party Y/n had planned. His younger brother had no idea and entered the house to only be surprised with the decoration and the confetti being shot at him.

He nearly pulled out his gun at everyone.

“Happy birthday Rindou!” Y/n shouts loudly with a big bright smile.

Ran looks at his brother, he can’t even remember the last time Rindou had a birthday party…

That didn’t involve strippers.

Y/n had wanted to throw him a party, spending time with decoration, food and a cake.

Ran leans on the counter as Y/n places the candles on the cake. “Thank you.”

This was the closest he could get to her without blowing their cover.

She looks at him with a confused look before looking away, before anyone could catch their lingering gaze. “For what?”

“Throwing this for Rin.” He twirls a finger at the whole ordeal. “This is his first birthday party without getting shitfaced.”

Looking towards the dinning table, Rindou was indeed just chatting, more than usual with the other executives and for the first time, not talking about gangs and work.

“Everyone should celebrate their birthdays, no matter how old you are.” She said, focusing on placing thirty-four candles on the cake. Very quietly, she whispers, “you’re staring, Ran.”

He breaks out of his trance and walks over to the fridge, pretending to look inside.

“Okay, it’s ready!” Y/n announces, holding the cake with the lit candles. She turns around to look at Ran, waiting for him to come over before saying, “in 3-2-1… happy birthday to you…”

. .

Ran lays in his bed, one arm behind his head and the other over his naked chest.

It has been over five minutes now since he sent her a text message: is there no work around this promise of yours? I promise… just cuddles…

Did she fall asleep already?

He couldn’t wait to go to settle for the night so he could have his dose of her…

But everyone decided to fucken stay the night and he has promised Y/n and her ridiculous request that they are not allowed to do anything funny if there are others in the house.

Even if they’re the only two on the left-wing side.

His phone buzzed and he quickly checked the message.

Cuddles, only?

His fingers never worked as fast; other than the times they were curled inside of Y/n’s tight pussy.

Yes. Promise. Cuddles only.

The three little dots show up and disappear on his screen, as if she is writing something and then deleting it and repeating it.

Come over or you want me to come over?

Ran never got out of bed so quickly before, throwing his door open and rushing over. He barged into Y/n’s room to find her standing by her bed in a spaghetti strap silk night-dress.

Twisting the lock in place, he walks towards her, only wearing his boxers.

She turns her body towards him, fingers twisting the material at her side. “What if… I want more than cuddles?”

Ran’s heart leaped and so did his cock. His mouth curved into a teasing grin, “are you going to break your own promise?”

She nods her head, a smile creeping on her lips.

He steps forward until he is standing in front of her, “well, who am I to deny you at all?” His finger hooks around her straps, tugging them off her shoulders until the thin materials pool at her feet. He nearly chokes when his eyes lower, noticing she wore not undergarments. “Fuck, you’re killing me already.”

“We’ll have to be quiet… nothing… rough…”

Tilting her chin upwards, he leans down to meet her lips. “Okay, quiet and… soft…”

Her mouth moves hungrily over his, “what are you doing to me, Ran?”

Ran picks her up easily and carries her onto her bed, setting her down and settling in between her legs. “The real question is what are you doing to me? I’m fucken whooped.”

He pulls his boxer briefs down and throws it off the bed. He strokes his already erect cock with one hand and groans, “fuck, do you have condoms over here?”

The look on her face tells him no.

He was about to grab his boxer briefs again to run to his room when she halts him, “I’m on the pill for a week now… we should be safe without a condom… if you’re okay with it. Otherwise, you can… pull out.”

Ran practically went brain dead and his cock took over. He has been dying to fuck her raw.

“Fuck pulling out…” he muttered, hovering over her. He leans down and kisses her, “no going back.” He guides the tip of his cock to her core and slowly pushes until his hips met hers. “Fuck, I miss you.”

Her eyes were shut, mouth ajar and heavy breath escaping. Her nose rubs his in a sweet intimate way. “Ran… Ran I missed you too.”

Ran rocks his hips in a slow and deep rhythm, quiet and soft.

God, he was making love to her.

. .

Ran wakes up to kisses.

“Wake up, you should return back to your room…” Her nose rubs his. “As much as I would love for you to stay here…”

“Fuck them.” He mutters, catching her jaw still so he could kiss her. “One more time?”

She half groan and moan, “Ran… I don’t think I can walk…”

He flips her onto her back, “soft and quiet…”

The knock at her door makes both of them freeze, “Y/n? Y/n are you up?”

“Manjiro.”

“Mikey.”

They both whispered.

“Yes, I’m up.”

“I was wondering if you knew where Ran is. His door is open, but I don’t remember seeing him leave.”

Y/n looks at Ran who shakes his head, “no, I don’t.”

“Okay, I gotta head out so I’ll see you.”

“Okay, bye ‘Jiro!”

They both exhaled after ten seconds when they don’t hear the creak down the hall no more.

Y/n’s head falls back, and she lets out a laugh.

Ran collapse on top of her, nuzzling against her neck. “That was close.” He rubs himself against her. “I’m going to have to go take a cold shower… If Mikey can’t find me, that means Rin can’t find me too and he’ll come hunt me down soon.” He sits up on his knees and he looked do tall just on his knees.

Pushing herself up into a sitting her position, she glances up at him and his hard cock before whispering, “I’ll be quick.”

His eyes bulge out when she reaches forward and starts stroking his cock in both her hands. “Wait… let me sit down.” He collapsed and legs spread out before Y/n takes a spot in between his legs. His breath hitched when she craws closer and before he could register, something warm swirls against the tip of his cock.

Ran’s head rolls back and so did his eyes.

“Fuck,” he swore when she takes part of his cock into her mouth, feeling the back of her throat. “Y/n…”

He looks down and brushes her hair out of the way. When she looks up at him with his cock still in her mouth, he nearly came.

His thumb brushed the tear that escape. “I’m close… I don’t want you to swallow.”

Y/n pulls away, stroking his cock, “you don’t want to cum in my mouth?”

“Oh, I do… but I rather cum inside of you.” He swipes the corner of her mouth. “I very much love cumming inside of you." He guides her upward and onto her back. Spreading her legs, he guides his sensitive, ready to explode cock into her and groans. Her walls squeeze around him, and he gives two lengthy thrusts before he comes undone.

Y/n lets out a quiet whimper, thighs tensing around Ran.

He slides out after a minute. His thumb rubbing her clit as he waits until the thicky milky fluid seeps, “and I love watching it spill out.”

“You’re so nasty,” she giggles, “but I love it.”

. .

Another week of separation.

Ran wasn’t able to return back to the main house since issues seemed have arise one after another.

But his relationship with Y/n has deepen each day.

He wasn’t sure what this warm tingly feeling he felt inside.

He looked forward to her morning and night texts, as well as the rest of the texts throughout the day.

He was always looking at his phone that Rindou was becoming annoyed. Literally any sort of buzzing or notification was always Ran’s phone.

“Are you seeing someone? You have a stupid look on your face.”

As much as he trusts his younger brother, Rindou had no idea about his relationship with Y/n.

“No one, don’t worry about it.”

He’s glad Rindou respected him when it came to personal relationship, because he doesn’t like it when Ran butted into his affairs.

What are you doing now?

Looking at his watch, he couldn’t wait two more hours before he could leave and spend the next three days at the main house.

And bury himself inside of Y/n for the next 72 hours.  

He hated this separation.

The communication may have increased but it wasn’t enough.

Even over a video call.

Ran was never one to have phone sex, but desperate time called for desperate measures.

He enjoyed knowing he was pushing Y/n to do things that made her fluster but knew deep down, she found it sexy playing with herself over the camera just for him.

She loved his dirty talking.

His phone dinged.

A message from Y/n.

I’m having lunch with an old friend.

Something about that made Ran frown.

Oh, who is this?

Her response came through and Ran’s jaw tighten.

Mitsuya Takashi, do you know him? He’s an old friend of Mikey.

. . .

If you're confused, this is the first part

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Squeeze me Tight

“As long as you wish for it, I will hold you.”

Diluc x Gn!Reader

Fluff/comfort. Not fully proofread, Cuddling scenarios!

Warnings: None!

->Where the reader has a bad day, and all they want to do is cuddle with their portable heater. Sending my love to anyone who had a bad day. This one’s for you♡

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❛ ㅤ𖥔 ─── EXTRA-L (五条悟, 𝓖𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔)

𝓐𝖡𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳 ─ when gojo tries to talk you through it, but it makes him cum first instead 🤷

( 1.4k )ㅤ｡⠀呪術廻戦 ㅤ& MDNI. ✶ afab!reader, established relationship, práise kínk, crèampíe, máting prèss, inappropriate use of jujutsu

"heh, are you close?" gojo teeters, his large hand cupped underneath the soft, flushed arch of your neck. he's reached that stage of the night where he's getting far too cocky, his powerful, broad thighs not even breaking an ounce sweat, not even as skin slaps against skin.

bright, searing blue cuts through the darkness of the bedroom, and you have no doubt he's using a copious amount of reversed cursed energy to keep him going. gojo's doing a pretty decent job of holding out for the big finish.

the big finish in you that is. for the very thought of filling you up with thick, spurting loads makes gojo shake, quiver even, a whine slipping from his glossy, pink-stung mouth.

you can feel the ache in your stretched limbs, for the sensation is pulsing and throbbing from the mean mating press that gojo's got you in. his washboard, sculpted abdomen is pressed right up against you where you're certain that the print of his muscles will leave a mark. and the curled thatch of silvery-white hairs is tacking right up against your mound, drenched in the sticky slick that you've released, four times no less.

"dunno' if i can do it a-another time, 'toru," you're whining, gasping as gojo shifts the bulk of his body weight deeper against your bare torso. he's making sure to hit that sweet, sweet spot at this filthy angle, thick tip rummaging and swabbing through your gummy walls. but surely, gojo must be close now, for you feel the thin, weeping cries of precum slip out of you and onto the damp sheets. pooled onto the inner, plush flesh of your thighs.

"sweetheart, c'mon," gojo nudges your thighs further apart, slotting his broad form so perfectly in that gap that he adores the most, "i know you can, 'm gonna' make it real good this time." leaving adoring, laving kisses over your collarbone, complete with small, pink petals that bloom after his lips pop! away.

"jus' so big, i can feel you allll in me," you moan, lips parting as small ah! ah! ah! begins punctuating the cool night air. it's sort of the magic formula, you see. praising gojo, and lavishing him with many a sincere compliment.

you learned long ago that gojo loves to hear how much you love him, especially during lovemaking. particularly when he's doing his level best to plough himself right through you, determined to have every thick-veined inch of his cock kiss you.

you hear a little, pussydrunk giggle from the man above you. ridiculously long lashes fluttering against creamy, flushed skin as gojo sighs, content as he's determined to delve further into your heat, to have you as close to him as possible, "y-yeah? that big?"

slap! slap! slap!

once, you may have burned, or been embarrassed at the soaked, sloppy sounds of your cunt leaking like a faucet around gojo's thick shaft. to be mildly conscious of how your translucent shine had been coating every inch of his cock ever since he bottomed out in you with a groaned pop!

but frankly, you had been with him for so long — by now, the man had manoeuvred you into every position possible, and you knew nothing made him pick up the pace or turned him on more than the sticky encouragement of his second favourite girl in the entire world.

"hahh, 'toru, why?" your walls suddenly clench, desparate hips bucking up to kiss his. whining at the disappointment of the quick empty sensation that takes over when gojo's gripping the base of his cock, gently sliding his shaft out that glistens with all that tender love and care.

gojo just chuckles, pressing a delicate and feather-light kiss upon your waiting lips, quelling your soft gripes. "be patient now, pretty. just gonna, yeah –" he's jostling your thighs now, quietly stretching out the stiff limbs so he can press another kiss to the inner corner of your ankle, setting both legs over his wide shoulders, "jus' gonna change the angle. gonna' get you through this next one, that alright?"

frankly, the angle is a welcome change for your smarting hamstrings so you nod, hoping that he gets a move on and presses right up against, and into you asap.

gojo seems to be just as impatient as you are, but he's holding up beautifully despite not having released himself once tonight. he often gets like this, so determined to have you fall apart for him as many times as possible before he flushes, and groans, and spills into you.

"heh, 'm pretty girl, isn't that right?" gojo's admiring you blatantly, electric-blue eyes roving over your form, six eyes vying to find that sweet spot once more, "now 'm just gonna put it innnnn, jus' like. that."

and the stretch is delicious, and oh! the way that the weeping, hot tip swipes against your clit, sloppily dragging through your folds before he's pushing past the first ring of quivering muscle.

"you can take it right? can take alll of me, can'tcha?" gojo's cooing, slapping his hips (and well, his heavy balls) against the fat of your ass, and he hardly seems bothered by the messy strands of arousal that string back, fragile and yet so loud. this angle is truly mind-numbing, for his cock is rubbing right against every sweet spot possible, and your legs are already begin to quake once more, knowing exactly what's around the corner.

"oouh, yer' doing great, just breathe for me, sweetheart," gojo murmurs, his muscled torso flexin' so deliciously in the pale, filtered light of the moon refracting through the half-open windows, "now 'm just gonna' angle ya' like this."

gojo's got a thick hand on the underside of your thigh, pushing it to the edge of his shoulder so the angle is wide open and he can watch every delicious movement of his cock into your weeping cunt, to admire how your folds throb and tense, with slick drenching down the sheets. "y'look c-close, pretty, i mean — look at how she's ready to give me another show." tapping his chin in faux thought, licking a strand of your glossy arousal off his slender fingers, "wonder if you're gon' squirt this time."

it seems that gojo satoru simply cannot shut up, but you've always known how much he loves to run his mouth.

especially when he's balls-deep in you, circling his hips to make sure that he's hitting every sensitive spot possible to make the both of you see stars, "see, look at that, 'm thinkin' that this —" gojo wetly slaps the pads of his fingers against your aching, sensitive clit, watching the drowned slosh smear over your thighs, "this is gonna make you cu — ohh, fuck, fuck!"

you suppose that it will be lost to the ages as to what exactly gojo satoru was going to say, and many will wonder how he was going to finish that sentence (although, those of us with two brain cells to rub together can hazard a guess).

but he never quite gets those words out, suddenly squeezing his eyes tight shut, so soft lashes imprint on his under-eyes. a red-hot flush suddenly climbing up his alabaster neck, as his hips buck and quiver, stuttering as hot, thick and opaque seed splurges right up in you, enough that you tense your thighs as creamy drops spill right out, "fuck, 'm feeling dizzy — s'so good, hah." gojo's whining and panting, still keeping a bruising grip on your thighs, but he's determined that not even a single drop goes to waste.

when he pulls himself together once more, what a sight, for gojo's jaw is still slack, crystalline tears pooling at the corners of his lashes as he shudders, the most powerful man currently walking the earth has come undone. but he's never one to leave your momentum interrupted, grinning with that fang-ridden, shark-like grin as he pulls your body down the bed, even close to him so your arousal and his cum pool together and stick between the two of you, "how 'bout best of, uhh. . .nine?"

LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

status: incomplete

CHAPTER Ⅰ. I’M GOING BACK TO 505 

CHAPTER Ⅱ. HOUSE OF MEMORIES

CHAPTER Ⅲ. ONE IS PRETTY BUT THE OTHER LIES

CHAPTER Ⅳ. CAUSE YOU WERE CRUEL AND I’M A FOOL

CHAPTER Ⅴ. YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR, KID

CHAPTER Ⅵ. KNOW THAT IF YOU HIDE, IT DOESN’T GO AWAY

CHAPTER Ⅶ. AND YOU’LL NEVER BE PURE AGAIN

TBA…

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