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“Why are you so clingy?” P.4

—In which, after waking up in bed with a certain someone, you start to question things.

A/n: this is wrapped up in a nice little bow. (Final part.)

<<part one, part two, part three

You didn’t open your eyes when you woke up. Your head ached, absolutely pounding.

Fucking wine.

And even tho you had a hangover that was just as bad as a kidney stone, the warmth you felt around you was intoxicating. It had you sighing softly and curly further into said warmth.

Except, said warmth loved.

Said warmth had a heartbeat.

Said warmth smelled fucking amazing and painfully familiar.

Forcing your eyes open, your whole body tensed when you were met with a muscular chest. Then the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you registered—

Oh shit.

Immediately, you sat up so fast it had Gojo jolting away. His voice rough and gravelly from sleep, his eyes squinting as he looked up at you. “What’s wrong, sweets?”

“You— You. WHY are you in my bed?” You tore at out bed so fast you were tripping over your own feet. Almost busting your ass as you yanked on a hoodie over your shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. “Did we— oh god. Oh no.”

Your skin crawled. You were mad. So mad. Mad and sick. Your stomach hurt. Why did you do this?

“What? No. You got drunk last night off wine, and I took you home. You kept whining about wanting me to stay so… I did.” Gojo shrugged and rubbed his eyes, before sitting up, back against the head board.

“..oh.” Now, that anger was replaced by embarrassment and that sick feeling only deepened.

Ok. So this is my fault.

“Relax, we didn’t do anything.” Gojo crossed his arms, biceps flexing as he did, “but we could if you wanted to.” He winked.

“You are insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, finally calming down. Putting a hand on you temple, trying to calm the migraine— you made your way into the kitchen. “This is so fucking stupid. Fucking wine.”

Chugging down a glass of water, you stared at the stove top. That was, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

And oh, that feeling of warmth and that familiar scent. It felt so nice, and yet so sickening.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” Gojo murmured against your shoulder, not missing the way you side eyed him.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember?” His brows were furrowed now, almost offended.

“No??”

“You said you loved me. That you missed me.” Gojo filled in the gaps, and turned you around in his hold. Eyeing you with so much hope.

You stared at him for a long time, a long long time. Debating whether or not that was true, regardless it didn’t matter. “So what? Not like we’ll ever get back together.” You pulled away, huffing at the way your heart ached slightly as his shoulders slumped.

“Wait what?” Now Gojo was pulling you back. “It does matter, because if you do love me, we can— no we need to get back together.”

“And why would I? You’ll just become an asshole all over again. Remember? ‘Why the fuck are you so clingy?’” You did air quotes before slapping his hand away.

“But— but come on now, I’m— I was stupid. I took you for granted. I’d never do that to you— not ever, ever again. I will spend the rest of my life making you see how I’ve changed if I need too.” Taking a step closer to you, “please, please just give me another chance. Do you want me to get on my knees? Want me to beg?”

You glaring at him, “yes.” You didn’t think he’d do it. When you’d dated him before he was all pride. ‘Worlds strongest’ this and ‘chosen one’ that.

However, your breath stalled in your throat when he knelt down in front of you, literally on his knees as his hands found your hips. His eyes almost puppy like as he literally begged you.

Like a sinner at an alter, pleading for forgiveness.

You hated how much you like it. How it made you so happy to see him like this. So weak that he’d beg— on his knees.

“Please baby, I swear on everything— I swear on my eyes that I’ll never hurt you again. If I ever do— you can have them.” He pressed gentle kisses to your knuckles.

You swallowed thickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “…you ever, and I mean ever, talk to me like you did— behave like you did, to me again— I’ll hold you to that swear.” Your hand held his jaw, fingers digging into his jaw.

He nodded so fast, and when you pressed your lips against his, he was just as fast to stand up. Kissing you like a man starved and you were a tall glass of ice cold water.

Gojo’s hands held your hips in an iron grip, pulling you flush against him. Lord he was moaning into the kiss, murmuring about how thankful he was— how much he missed this, missed you.

You weren’t much better. Your nails clawed up his arms, his chest, dragged through his hair just to tug slightly hard.

“Missed you so— fucking much.” He grunted against your lips. Already hard and throbbing and oh so pathetic.

“You really are a desperate ex.” You smiled against his lips.

“Yeah, ‘m desperate for you. Sure as shit not your ex anymore.” He leaned down to press bites and nips all across your shoulders.

Now that had you smiling. “Yeah. Not my ex anymore.”

Your next kiss was sweet, all love and adoration.

This time, you knew he wouldn’t fuck this up. Who’d want to lose their eyes?

“Why are you so clingy?”

—In which Gojo gets mad at you for being 'clingy' so you make him eat his words.

A/n: Somebody buy me a new cart mine is emptier than my tear ducts after crying so fucking hard writing this.

<<part two, part three, final part>>

“Hi baby!!” Smiling, you set your things down on the counter before coming over to him.

“Hi,” Gojo gave you a dry response, his eyes glued to the tv. He had a day off and honestly just spent it lying around.

Your brows furrowed at his dry tone, usually he’d be all over you. Maybe he was just having an off day. “How was your day?” You smiled at him anyway and plopped down on the couch beside him, “haven’t seen you all day.”

Gojo side eyed you for a second before looking away back to the tv. “It was fine.” Another dry response.

“Ummm… right, so do you wanna go and cuddle in bed? I literally missed you so m—“

“Can you not? Like you’re actually so clingy.” Gojo’s voice was sharp, and honestly really rude.

“…what do you mean…?” Sitting up a little more, you looked at him with a confused and hurt expression.

Gojo rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face, “oh my fucking god- you always want to be around me and we’re always touching and god forbid I’m not around you for a fucking day. And when I’m on missions you’re always fucking texting me! Like I don’t get it, please just fuck off!”

The more he spoke the more he worked himself up, his voice raising as he snapped at you.

Your throat burned as tears threatened to spill, your hurt in your stomach as you listened to every word. “…oh.” Slowly, you nodded, “you’re right… that’s my bad.”

Getting up, you just left him in the living room and went into the bedroom. You sat on the bed and just stared at the wall. His words had been absorbed into your brain way too deep and suddenly you felt self conscious.

Were you really too clingy? Too loving and touching? Were you too much?

Swallowing thickly, you let out a shaky breath before getting dressed into one of your hoodies— which was weird in its own right because you always wore his clothes. Sliding on the hoodie, followed by a pair of leggings, fuzzy socks and shoes.

By the time Gojo was coming in, you had taken off your make up and tied your laces.

He eyed you weirdly before rolling his eyes, “don’t be pissed off. I just said the truth.”

Taking another shaky breath, you nodded, “Not upset. Just gonna head out, Nanami and his wife invited me over for a little get together.”

“Oh. Yeah. I’ll get dres—“

“No don’t worry about it. You stay home and relax.” You quickly replied for leaving without another word— no kiss, no hug or anything.

Gojo nodded to himself and smiled, “alright, now I get more alone time.”

Gojo hadn’t seen you in a week, and he was craving your touch, your scent and everything. He just wanted to hold you and sink his face into your neck. Walking into your shared home, he paused when he saw you packing a suitcase.

“Oh hey, welcome home.” You said, albeit a little dryly.

“…yeah… where are you going? I just got home.” Gojo frowned, brows furrowed.

“I have a mission that’ll last me a week or so. You’ll be fine without me.” You numbly replied, before grabbing your suitcase and moving to eat.

“You don’t even wanna eat dinner with me?” Gojo felt his chest ache and his breath halt. Why were you being so cold?

“Don’t have time. See you later.” You merely waved at him, before heading out. Leaving Gojo standing there in shock, confusion and a growing sense of sadness.

“Okay..?” He mumbled before walking to the couch. Sitting down in the same spot he’d sat in that week prior when he’d snapped at you.

During your mission, he’d texted you maybe 40 times. He hardly got a reply, and when he did it was dry. You never answered his calls.

And what’s worse? By the time you got home he had to go off again. He didn’t even get to see you in between. He felt touch starved, pent up and hurt.

But finally, finally when his mission was over and he came home, he saw you relaxing on the couch on your phone.

He sighed in relief, “hey baby, I’m home.” His voice hopeful for the reaction you used to give him.

“Welcome home.” You didn’t even look up from your phone. Too busy doom scrolling on Instagram.

Gojo felt his nerves tick, why weren’t you giving him the same affection you used too? God damnit he missed you.

“What’s going on with you?” He glared at you now, and set his things down before walking closer and taking your phone out of your hands.

“What are you talking about?” You just stared up at him, as if your own heart wasn’t aching.

“You don’t talk to me— ever! You don’t text me, call me, hell I hardly ever see you!” His hands lifted in the air just before falling back at his sides.

“What the hell are you on about? I’m just doing what you told me to.” You rolled your eyes before getting up. But Gojo pulled you right back.

“What do you mean? I never told you to just act like a stranger!” Gojo had your wrist in a tight grip.

“Yes you did? Remember? ‘You’re so fucking clingy’ and ‘why can’t you just fuck off’.” You poorly mimicked him, giving him an unimpressed look.

Your words had his mouth immediately closing. His heart clenching once-a-fucking-gain. “I- I didn’t mean that… I just… needed some space for a few days.”

“No you don’t talk to me like that and expect me not react this way. You were a fucking asshole to me for no goddamn reason, so I’m just giving you what you asked for.” You yanked your wrist from his grip. “God just pick a fucking lane. What do you want?”

“I-I—“

“I-I- shut the fuck up. I’m tired of this shit. You’re always away on missions, and whenever I try to love you or talk to you you’d just shut me down.” She snapped at him. “I’m making you eat your own fucking words. Just so I can do this,” pushing your finger into his chest, “I’m breaking up with you. My shits already packed up.”

“Wait— now wait a fucking minute! You can’t just drop me like that! I made one mistake!” Gojo was quickly trying to back peddle. No way you were trying to break up with him. No fucking way. You were the one he was supposed to marry, grow old with and have kids with. This is not supposed to happen.

“Yeah? Should’ve thought about that before being a shitty boyfriend. Now get the hell out of my way.” You pushed past him and grabbed your keys. “Now you can finally be all alone. Just like you wanted.” You spat before slamming the door behind you.

Gojo was just left standing there, mouth agape as he stared at the place you just stood.

He couldn’t comprehend what the hell just happened. He had just lost you, in what felt like 60 fucking seconds.

Slowly, he sat down, the house deathly silent. He’d been with you for only five months. No way he had fucked up this early? He’d been trying to get with you for so long and he’d finally had you— and just like that?

Fuck.

The tears started flowing before he could stop them.

Before the acceptance could settle in, first there was denial. “She’ll be running back to me when she realizes how good she had it with me.” He huffed to himself and turned on some random show to distract himself.

But that pain in his chest didn’t go away. And if you never came back? That pain would never go away.

Gojo who…

—Loves when you get jealous. Because at the end of the day, he gets just as jealous as you do.

A/n: this is short as shit but I love it idc idc idc

The bar was loud, with shots clicking the table, cheering, and laughter. But nothing, and I mean nothing, was louder than the sound of your inner monologue screeching.

You were dressed up, all cute with your hair and makeup done up. You wore a simple long skirt with a slit in the mid-thigh, and a cute little green tube top that was cropped at the naval.

Gojo, bless his heart, wore a black button-up and jeans. With the same fuckass shoes he always wore. Before leaving, he’d said “It’s okay babe. I’ll look because you make me look good.” Before kissing your cheek.

And damn it, he was right. Because now not only was he surrounded by a bunch of guys secretly eyeing you as they spoke to him, but women seemed to find it a competition to get to him. And Gojo was already popular with the ladies, you beat them off with a stick.

You were leaning against the bar, glaring absolute daggers as Gojo awkwardly tried to tell a girl to fuck off without telling her to fuck off. Quickly, you tapped the shot glass against the table before downing it in one fell swoop. The burn in your throat only adds to the anger you were jelly.

Walking over, you grabbed Gojo by his collar and pulled him down, smashing your lips against his.

Gojo, shocked at first, just grinned into the kiss and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. He knew exactly what you were doing. And he fucking loved it.

He peaked his eyes open and saw that yours were open as well, glaring daggers at the woman as you basically made out with him. It only made him hard.

The fact that you were so territorial over him? Hot. Soo fucking hot. Because as much as he loved showing you off, he was also getting tired of the stares you were getting from men. Knowing you were just as into him as he was you? Oh lord he was eating you out so good later.

However, when you tried to pull away, Gojo only deepened the kiss. It was definitely not a kiss meant for the public eye, seeing as his tongue was invading your mouth, and it didn’t help that you were leaning into it.

Yep, you two were a match made in heaven.

Because Shoko was cackling at the both of you in the corner. Nanami simply rolled his eyes at the two of you and went back to talking with his wife.

“Well damn,” Gojo groaned against your lips, using you to hide the absolute diabolical boner in his pants. “Feel better, pretty?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded with that same smug little grin that he adored. “Although… I think I need something else,” slowly, your finger trailed down from his collar and ended at his belt before pulling him into you.

Gojo flashed you that mega watt smile, “Mm, that so? You know she’s gone, right?” He quirked a brow, tilting his head slightly.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. I just wanted to come and show my handsome husband how much I love him,” running your hands back up his chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips hovering near his, “is that so wrong?”

“Not wrong at all, sweets. Not wrong at all.” He murmured, before leaning in for another kiss, just for you to pull away. Giggling as he chased your lips.

“How about, you take me home?” You knew just how to press every single one of his buttons. Of course you did. Your been married for a year and dating for much longer.

“I like the sound of that, Mrs. Gojo.” Gojo kissed your cheek, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

After saying your goodbyes, the two of you headed to the car. He gave you a slap on the ass as you got into the passenger side.

...

Gojo who...

...had you bent over the kitchen table. That cute long skirt you wore was ripped down the ass, your panties just pushed aside as he fucked into you like a madman.

Moaning and groaning about how good you feel, leaving bite marks all over your back. He had a bruising grip on your ass, his fingers white as he would yank your hips back against him as he’d fuck up into you. Pushing you up on your toes.

“Ba-babe!” You’d moan, all pitchy and desperate. Your nails clawing into the table, back arched as you let him pull you every which way.

“Fuck— you,” thrust. “are” thrust. “mine.” Each word punctuated by his cock slamming back into you, your poor cunt molding to the shape of his cock.

Eyes rolling back, you breathlessly moaned as you came around him. Cunt tightened around him like it didn’t wanna let him go, milking for all he was worth.

“S-shit— pretty girl you can’t- oh fuck,” Gojo was all pretty and breathless. Sweat dripped down his brow, blue eyes practically fucking glowing as he reached up and wrapped his hand around the front of your throat, bringing you up so that your upper back was pressed against his chest, giving you a perfect arch. “You can’t squeeze like that” he’d whine, before ultimately blowing his load inside you after a few more thrusts.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and hips as he pulled against him completely. Slowly fucking his cum deeper into you, “so good, did so good for me.” Breathless and sweet whispers against your neck as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

Garden injuries, Sukuna R.

—in which you’re Sukuna’s gardener (future wife), and you accidentally injure yourself. And hide it from him. But he finds out anyway.

Part two, part three>>>

A/n: I need ideas, help help help help

Sighing, you stood up straight, wiping the sweat from your brow. The sun was harsh on your skin, the tan you’d worked up had brought you a shade or two darker since the beginning of this week.

You wore a simple pair of overalls, a bit baggy on you. And under, you wore a simple spaghetti strap tank top and gloves to protect your hands. Sukuna always disapproved of your clothing choice, always called it ‘peasant human attire’, he stopped when he watched you work one day, watching as sweat would roll down your neck and into your cleavage, or how your skin looked like it was practically glowing in the sun, his eyes drinking in the sight of you working hungrily.

You held a pair of pruning shears in hand as you cleaned up a bush, making sure the garden was maintained and looking gorgeous.

Pulling away from the bush, you smiled at your work, however hearing a voice behind you suddenly had you jolting. The grip on the shears loosened and it slipped between your fingers. Before promptly slicing down your thigh, creating a good size gash from your hip to lower thigh.

Gasping in pain, you bit your lip hard. The man who had snuck up on you was simply a new servant of Sukuna’s who needed to find a certain fruit that Sukuna had requested.

However, his face turned pale when he saw the accident take place. Knowing damn well how valued you are to him. “Oh my goodness— I am so sorry!”

“No no! It’s fine, not your fault. I should have been more careful,” sighing, you looked down at your bleeding leg, the pain making your knees weak and your hands clenched into fists, “lessons were learned. Don’t tell Lord Sukuna, okay? He has enough to worry about as is.” You smiled sweetly at him, despite the pain that made you want to bash your brain into a brick.

Immediately, you hobbled away to go get secret medical attention. Working hard to avoid Uraume, as well as trying to keep your heart steady so Sukuna wouldn’t get suspicious. You didn’t know how it worked, but he always told you he could hear your emotions. Which admittedly pissed you off because that meant he would read you like a book.

You’d gone and gotten yourself stitched and wrapped up. And made sure to only wear pants. Much to Sukuna’s displeasure.

Anytime you were in a room with Sukuna, you would do a 180 and leave the room, trying to walk as normally as possible. Not only was your time with Sukuna hindered, but so was your work in the garden.

It was hard to do what you needed to do with your injury, and Sukuna was quick to notice.

“Miss y/n, you’ve been summoned by Sukuna. He wishes to see you in his bed chambers.” A servant walked over to you, eyeing you curiously. No doubt wondering why you were hobbling around and not doing as good a job as you usually did.

“Right. Ok.” You nodded, hissing as you planted your foot wrong and it sent a jolt of pain up your bandaged thigh.

The walk there was terrible. You were sweating and shaking slightly due to the pain. Brows furrowed in relief when you finally made it to his bed chambers. Knocking on the large door, immediately it opened.

Sukuna stared down at you, looking furious, but immediately paused. The scent of blood and wounded flesh filled his nostrils, and he immediately yanked you inside. “Foolish human, what have you done?” He snapped and forced you to sit on his writing table.

“Ow shit!—“ cursing in pain from Sukuna plopping you down onto the table, only to be followed by him ripping the pants off of you. “H-hey— stop wait-“

Sukuna stared at the wound on your leg for a long time. His jaw clenched as he tried to calm himself down. His favorite human, no, future wife and queen, was wounded. And bad at that, it looked infected. The stitches were threatening to pop and the bandages were too tight, giving it no room to breathe.

Taking a deep breath, he summoned Uraume into the room. And they were there just like that.

“Fix this.” Pointing to the wound on your thigh, he pulled out the chair under the table and sat down. His steely glare locked onto you the entire time Uraume checked over the wound and began trying their best to repair the shitty stitching. “Why have you hidden this from me, brat?”

Your nails dug into the table, creating scratch marks as your jaw tightened in pain. Resisting the urge to yelp in pain each time Uraume wasn’t careful with their nails they’d scratch the wound or dip their finger in it.

“It wasn’t— it wasn’t, fuck,” you whimpered, tilting your head back, sweat dripping down your face and chest, your chest raising up and down with the deep, fast breaths you took, “—r-relevant.”

Sukuna stared at you, his eyes growing dark at your words. Not relevant? To him? You belonged to him. Every inch of you was relevant to him. Not only that, he would never admit it, he totally would, but the sight of you, sweaty, nails digging into the table and whimpering like that had his cock stirring in his pants. Although quickly the boner that was beginning to form immediately softened when he remembered that you were in immense pain and not pleasure.

He’d fix that later though.

“Listen to me when I say this, human,” grabbing your jaw, a tight grip but gentle in his own way, he forced you to look at him, “Every little thing you do, every breath you take, every beat of your heart, all of it. All of it is relevant to me. You are mine. My human. My woman.” He was stern as he spoke to you.

You swallowed weakly, his words had your heart racing faster and faster, and you knew he could tell because a shit-eating smirk rose to his lips.

“You cannot deny me, your own body knows it belongs to me.” His smirk was cocky, and it just had you rolling your eyes with a weak smile.

“Lord Sukuna,” Uraume got his attention quickly as they showed him the infected bits of the wound, “it is badly infected. With the way it’s spread, combined with her fever, I believe we need some medicine.”

Sukuna just nodded, “Do whatever you must. Get one of the servants to move all of her belongings to my chamber at once.”

You just groaned in relief when Uraume finally stopped digging in your gash. And let your back fall against the table. Your head resting on the table between his arms.

Sukuna rested his chin on his fist, looking down at you with dark and curious eyes. Reaching down, he let his nails gently trace your face. And he found himself growing addicted to the way you would seek his touch, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Mm yes, you are my human,” Sukuna spoke, mainly to himself. “I will claim you when this wound heals. You will be by my side, no longer just a gardener.”

“Mmmhm…” you just hummed, not opening your eyes as you fell asleep tug at your consciousness.

Gojo who...

—comes back from a mission only to get spoiled rotten by you, and it only makes him fall deeper in love with you.

He’d come home at a random 2:43 in the afternoon. Opening the door with a tired grunt, before dropping everything in the living room and making a bee line for the bedroom.

Gojo stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching as you organized all the shit on your dresser for the nth time since Gojo had left.

He just groaned and wrapped his arms around you from behind. Exhausted. His infinity down and his body completely melted against yours, almost as if trying to mold into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your neck, inhaling your scent— your scent that he hadn’t had around him for an entire seven and a half days. “missed you so much, pretty.”

You smiled, leaning against him. Your hands overlapped the tops of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Welcome home, handsome.” Tilting your face to the side, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

Slowly, and reluctantly letting go, Gojo finally pulled away and immediately began to strip his clothes off. His back was tense, rigid with knots. “Baby?”

He didn’t have to say anything else. Because once he was just in a pair of grey sweats, and laid stomach down on the bed, you were climbing up with him.

Standing on the bed, you used the wall to help balance as you stepped onto Gojo’s back. You took little steps up and down his back, smiling and giggling when he’d groan like one of those Great Danes relaxing.

And by the time you finished walking on his back, you were quick to move to the bathroom to run him a bath. You wanted to spoil your boyfriend after his week long mission, and by golly you would do just that.

Running the water till it was steaming, you stopped up the drain so the water would stay in the tub before getting your tired lover.

“Toru, come on. A bath will feel good,” he knew you were right. You always were, but damn he just wanted to sleep. However, he let you tug him off the bed and guide him into the bathroom. Wear he slowly sunk into the hot water, hissing at the initial burn before sighing in relief as his body relaxed. All the tension leaving his body, as the scent of lavender epson salt and a vanilla cupcake candle lighting up in the corner— his favorite Yankee candle scent.

And to add onto the billion reasons he’s head over heels for you— your hands immediately begin to gently massage his scalp. Your nails raking from his hair line to the back of his head. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned back against your touch. “Love you so fucking much.” He mumbled, he couldn’t be more content and loved.

You smiled and leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. “Love you more. Now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Your pampering of him didn’t stop there. No no, you would be spoiling him rotten. Because not only did you bath him, wash his hair, and do his skin care for him, but you fixed him dinner, AND gave him those little chocolates he said he wanted before he’d left for the mission.

“I’m going to impregnate you and lock you away so your mine forever.” Gojo mumbled as he tiredly ate the chocolates, a happy, dopey smile on his lips.

“I’m sure you’d try.” You snort, a grin taking on your lips as you push his back with your fingers.

“Mm…” Gojo just hummed in delight. “When you were cooking, I called and said I’d be m.i.a for a few weeks.” Gojo blurted out, your nails on his scalp were his biggest weakness.

Your grin stretched to an ecstatic smile, “wait really?”

“Yeah, so that means I’ll have you all to myself.” Gojo opened his eyes again, locking them with yours as his smile turned to a shit eating grin. “Your mine ‘n mine alone for the next three and a half weeks. Better get ready, pretty.”

Gojo fucks you like he hates you when he’s drunk.

Poll result imagine

Gojo had been knocking back shots all night. Celebrating that you’d agreed to be his finance, and accepted his ring. Lord he was happy. Got the girl of his dreams, the girl he’d been plotting over since kindergarten. The girl he has been in love with since fifth grade but he’d always sworn he’d been in love since y’all had a play date when you were both three.

It was just you and him. He didn’t want to be around anyone else for now except you. Even tho he did want to eventually show you off to all his friends.

He wore a button up shirt, the buttons unbuttoned, along with a pair of slacks. The belt unbuckled and the button unbuttoned, leaving his fly slightly unzipped. His glasses had been discarded on the counter and his hair was a mess. A sexy mess albeit.

And as he’d tap his glass on the counter and tip his head back, downing the shot— his eyes would remain on yours.

You weren’t much better. Just as buzzed as he was, and just as happy to be his and he be yours. You just wore his shirt and a pair of panties.

Hair still wet from your shower. You gave him a goofy smile, pulling him closer by his shirt. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“You are so corny.” A lot coming from Gojo, especially as he’d always crack the corny jokes. Letting you pull him closer, his hands resting on your hips. His forehead came to rest on yours, his eyes lidded as he stared down at you.

“Yeah? You like it.” You grinned, your nails gently raking down his chest before slipping them under his shirt. The feeling of your cold hands on his abs had them tensing, a quiet hiss leaving him.

“Maybe just a bit. But you know what I really like?” Leaning down, he whispered against your ear as he reached behind you, squeezing your ass with a grin.

You giggled, letting him pull you close as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yeah? You like me so much.”

“Oh absolutely.” Gojo pressed a kiss to your neck, following with a bite. Your breath hitched softly, nails squeezing slightly on his shoulders.

“My husband is so whipped.” You teased, your hand raising to tangle with the hair on his nape. Grown out from an old undercut as you tug it gently.

Gojo groaned into your neck, the title ‘husband’ had his body reacting way more strongly than it should’ve. Cock straining against his boxers, heart thudding against his chest. “Fuck, it sounds so good when you say it.”

You could smile before finally pulling his face from your neck and pressing your lips against his. His mouth tasted like Malibu, tequila, and rum with some shitty chaser. And it only made you more eager.

You trusted your fiancé, you’d spoken about drunk before, and you’d both decided that it was fine. You trusted one another and had a safe word already in place.

Plus. Being drunk made it more interesting.

Before you knew it, Gojo had you riding his face, thighs on either side of his head, his arms wrapped around them to keep you planted firmly on his mouth. His tongue putting in the work as he ate you out like a man starved.

He was groaning and moaning, his eyes rolling back each time you squeeze your thighs around his head. His hips pushed up into nothing, painfully throbbing cock pressing against his boxers.

Your hands ran through his hair and tugged, guiding him so his nose would bump against your clit and you could grind on his face. And Gojo was loving every fucking second.

“F-fuck— Toru!!” You’d squeal, the pleasure had your brain short circuiting. Your thought process already thrown out the window from being more than sloshed with an array of alcoholic beverages, but with how good Gojo was working you with his mouth, lord the only thing you could think about was him.

“You taste so fucking good, pretty girl.” He’d groan against your cunt before shaking his head a bit, grinning when you’d moan louder. He knew you were close, the way your clit was throbbing against his tongue and your hole was clenching around the fingers he’d shoved inside was a tell-tell sign.

“Mm!” You could only loan in response as you felt an orgasm hit you full force. Your thighs clenching and your cunt tightening like a vice around his fingers.

Gojo moved you to sit on his lap as he sat up. His face, nose down, absolutely covered in your arousal, he only grinned and licked his lips.

Brows furrowed, face completely fucked out, you breathlessly murmured, “you are fucking filthy.”

“Mhmm, you gonna ride my cock? Let me put a baby in my future wife?” Gojo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, your spazzing cunt resting directly on top of his bulge.

“Mmhm.” Nodding your head, you let Gojo move positions. You let him lay you on your back, and move you so you had the back of your thighs pressed against his chest, your ass resting just belong his cock as he pulled it out, letting it slap against your aching cunt.

“So good for me, shit. Not gonna last long baby.” He grunted, eyes already fluttering closed as you pressed down on his dick so it’d be squished between the lips of your cunt.

“Fuck me already, husband. Want it so bad.” You could only whine, and press you hands flat against his v-line, urging him to press inside you.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” Gojo was quick to slowly slide in, however, he didn’t stop to let you adjust, no he slid in straight to the hilt. Stuttered moans slipped past his lips, his hips struggling not to slam against you with how wet you were.

“O-oh fuck, want your babies— please, please,” you babbled mindlessly, the feeling of that big stretch had your mind blank. The feeling of his dick in your guts enough to make you crave him more.

“You can’t just that,” Gojo groaned, before finally giving in and pulling out, just to slam back into you.

His hands were tight around the back of your thighs, nails digging into your soft skin as he pounded into you. His pelvis flush against your ass every time he fucked his cock into your tight cunt. Groaning and mumbling incoherent shit about how you were his wife and he’d make you pregnant as fast as fucking possible.

Your nails rake down the top of his thighs, leaving behind bright red trails that had him hissing in pain, but it only had his cock throbbing.

One hand moved off your hips, and he leaned forward so low that your knees touched your chest. One hand on the bed beside your head as he balanced and put all his weight into fucking you.

“Toru~!” You’d cry out constantly, eyes rolling back as he managed to get deeper inside you. You swore you could feel him in your guts. But then again that could just be the alcohol talking.”

“S-shit, I’m not gonna last baby.” Quickly, he moved a hand down between your thighs and only your click. Moving into tight, quick circles. “Cum with me, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cream around me as I fill you up.”

Gojo’s filthy words had you whining, but you only nodded. The extra stimulation had your back arching and your nails raking down his back inside of his thighs. It didn’t take long before you were cumming around him and he was filling your puss up to the brim with his seed.

It left you both panting breathlessly, seamlessly melting against one another as Gojo pulled around and plopped down beside you.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you, his face pressing into your chest, buried in your tits. Your thighs wrapped around his arms and your hands gently raked through his hair.

Thoroughly sated and exhausted. Your head spinning as you felt your eyes forcefully close themselves.

“I love you.” Gojo smiled and pressed a kiss to the engagement ring on your finger. Before allowing himself to pass out with you.

Your phone died.

In which… you text him first but your phone died.

(My first smau 😔)

Wait I had a stroke trying to do this shit. I think I might stick w just writing bc holy fucking shit. Also I’ll die on this hill Gojo would start tweaking.

Thank you for a 143 followers! My brain is as empty as my cart rn! So I need ideas!

Filthy drunk sex fic

Tooth rotting fluff

Pheromone Spray; G.S

-In which you listen to Nanami's wife and order a pheromone spray that was supposed to make your husband go feral. Only, things didn't go exactly to plan.

A/n: This will be rewritten soon.

Pulling you hair up in a bun and sliding on your reading glasses, you sat on the floor in your guest bedroom closet as you scrolled on your laptop.

You’d gone out for coffee with Nanami’s wife yesterday. And she’d been going on and on about this perfume that had her husband, yes even the saint that was Nanami, acting like a man starved.

So of course, you were intrigued. Because for as long as you knew Nanami, he was a gentleman. So if that perfume worked that well, what would happen if she tried it on Gojo?

You’d tried a few different websites to find that specific perfume that Nanami’s wife used, but it was proving more and more difficult.

Finally, however, you’d seen it on a website buried amongst the others. And all they sold was this perfume, special lube and horny edibles. So of course you bought them all, using your own card that is. The total ended up being $263.35. Which, in hindsight, was way expensive and just about drained your account of all the money you had on there, but that was fine as long as Gojo didn’t look.

Sighing, you finally closed your laptop and took off your reading glasses before pulling yourself out of the closet.

Finally stepping out of the guest bedroom, Gojo, bless his heart, had been trying to find you for near about an hour. You’d convinced him to play hide and seek with you, and this was the perfect excuse.

“Found you!” Gojo tried to be slick as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Not too good at this game are you?” Acting as if he wasn’t stress sweating from how hard he was looking.

Rolling your eyes, you just smiled. “Of course, yeah. I’m terrible at it.” Your smile turned to a shit eating grin as you looked away.

“Hey, I checked your bank funds and it says you spent about $100 on The Sims?” Gojo had a teasing grin on his lips as you immediately pulled away, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Shut up,” you groaned, “I needed to get some more outfits but the patreon cost money and then I went down this rabbit hole.”

“Oh baby. Poor sweet baby. Of course you’d fall for shit like that.” Gojo sighed and pet your head, only for you to bite him. “Ow! If you wanted to fuck just say that!” He whined.

A month, a whole fucking month later, the package finally came in. And the packaging was pleasantly discrete.

You’d never yanked a package from the front porch so fast, immediately racing into your secret hideout, the guest bedroom, you locked the door, then ripped open the packaging. Smiling as you sniffed the perfume, it didn’t smell bad at all, it really smelled like your usual body mist you used.

Quickly, you spritzed it on, using probably way too much but you really wanted to see it work.

Grabbing the box, you hid it under the bed but paused when you heard the front door open and close. Shit. You’d forgotten Gojo had to go into the office.

But wait. This was perfect. You could try it out on him there. And if it did work, well, you could just giggle while Gojo struggled.

Immediately, you grabbed your keys and hopped into your car. Breaking a few traffic laws on the way there. You were just so excited. You loved watching the infamous Gojo Satoru, your finance, struggle. It just made you laugh every time. For example, you’d worn the Mean Girl’s Christmas outfit for Halloween last year, and refused to let Gojo touch you. So he was forced to rock a boner the entire way to the party, the whole party, and the way home. Of course when you got home he fucked you as hard as he possibly fucking could.

Walking into the office, you made a bee line for Gojo’s office. You didn’t notice other men at the office watching you. You had tunnel vision.

On the way there you had grabbed one of those bagels Gojo adored as an excuse to be there. Walking into his office, you smiled innocently. “Hey baby, you forgot to eat breakfast.” Setting down the little bag on his desk, you stood behind it, leaning back on it as you faced him.

Gojo smiled brightly, “Oh my god I’ll combust I love you so fucking much.” He near about moaned when he smelt the bagel. “I love you, I love you, I love you— is that a new perfume?” His eyes immediately locked onto your neck before glancing back up at you.

“Ummm, yes! Nanami’s wife gave it to me.” You laughed a little nervously, before tilting your head, “you like it?”

“Yeah you smell really good.” Gojo stood up from his chair, his hands leaning on the wood of the desk on either side of you as he pressed his face into your neck. “Really good.”

“Yeah? That good huh?” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling his nose press against your neck like he was getting his fix or some shit.

“Fuck. Too good.” Gojo groaned, his pants growing tighter as a boner formed in his pants. His heart racing and his mouth growing dry.

One hand moved from the desk to grip your hip, bringing you flush against his body. “Shit,” he groaned into your neck, before pulling his face away and staring down at you.

About to say something, the door swung open to his office, and Nanami’s wife appeared. She paused, before smelling perfume and giggled. “You got it! Oh my god!”

Nanami appeared behind her, an amused look in his eye as he watched Gojo be in the same predicament as he was not even a week prior.

“I believe the ladies would like to go out for lunch. You have some paper work to fill out.” Nanami gave Gojo a stern look.

Gojo didn’t take his eyes off you before forcibly prying them away and looking at Nanami, “oh come on, my finance is here to see me.”

You grinned before pressing a kiss to his jaw sweetly, all while your hand teasingly trailing over his bulge.

Gojo had to muffle a groan, “y-you—“

“I love you baby, I’ll see you at home okay?” You winked at him before walking out with Nanami’s wife, giggling like school girls.

“What the fuck.” Gojo sat down with a grunt, his brows furrowed in frustration as he started down at the bulge in his pants.

“I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good idea to tell your fiancé.” Nanami sighed, about to turn around to head back to his own office before Gojo stopped him.

“Wait what do you mean? Tell her what?” Gojo eyed Nanami suspiciously.

“The pheromone perfume? My wife pulled that ridiculous prank on me last week. While I’ll admit, she did it at home so it wasn’t really a problem.” He pulled at his collar slightly as he remembered the hours he spent ‘reminding’ his wife about what he thought of her pranks. He fucked her all night and took off work the next day to use the perfume again.

“You’re joking.” Gojo stared at him, his jaw clenched. “And she’s just gonna leave me like this?”

Immediately, he pulled out his phone to look at her bank account, noticing that she only had $1.22 left and that she’d spent $263.35 on that fucking perfume. “Well shit.” Pulling out his phone, he immediately sent the text that he’d be waiting for her at home, and that’d he’d needed to come early due to ‘being sick’.

“He loved it! Loveddddd it!!!” You smiled widely as you spoke with Nanami’s wife, all giggles and smiles when you got that text. “Wait, shit. He said he’s not feeling good, do you think he’s sick from it?”

Immediately your face dropped, “can that happen?” Looking over at your friend, concern written all over it.

“It didn’t happen with me and Ken, but I don’t know. Gojo may be allergic to it?” She frowned.

“Here, I need to head home. Can I pay you back for the lunch tomorrow?”

“Nonsense. I got you into this mess. Go make sure he’s okay, I know you’re worried.” Nanami’s wife shooed you off and you were thankful as you rushed home.

Walking inside, you looked around and noticed all the lights were off. “Baby? I’m home. You said you weren’t feeling well, what’s wrong?” Turning on the light, you walk into the kitchen not noticing Gojo, who was in nothing but a pair of grey sweats. The outline of his painful looking boner showing through the fabric.

“Welcome home.” He wrapped his arms around you from behind, glaring down at you, “your little perfume prank today was not very funny.” He huffed.

“Wha-“ You paused, “wait. How did you find out about it?”

“Nanami.” Gojo pressed a kiss to your shoulder, all the way up your neck before biting down hard on your shoulder making you gasp. “Fuck you still smell so good.”

“You can’t blame me, the way she said it drive Nanami crazy… I just wanted to try it on you.” You tried to be all cute and sweet, but he was not having it.

“I can blame you. Because you left me there to deal with it all on my own.” His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, before roughly palming at your breast. “You’re so mean to me.”

A soft whine slipped past your lips as you let your weight lean against him. The feeling of his large hands roughly grabbing all over your body had your thighs squeezing shut.

“But this is what you wanted right? Hm baby? Wanted me to be rough and manhandle you, that it?” His voice was mocking and his tone condescending. Teeth nipping at your neck and jaw as he ground against your ass. Stuttered and breathless moans were muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Y-yeah, wanted you to be rough with- fuck, with me.” Placing your hands against the cold granite of the counter, you leaned forward so you could your ass against him completely, moaning softly when he’d grip your hips roughly before pressing into you.

“You definitely need to be punished.” Gojo nodded to himself, pupils huge and dark, his hair sticking to his forehead as a light layer of sweat coated his skin, “and you’re not getting out of it anytime soon.”

In a way, your plan worked. You got to see him squirm at work. And in the end you got what you wanted, just for a lot, lot longer than you’d imagined. Seeing as Gojo didn’t even show up to work the next day as he was far too busy fucking you in every room and on every piece of furniture in the house.

I mean from the bed, to the dress, to the floor and closet. To the shower, to the hallway and to the kitchen. And all throughout the house.

By the time Gojo was finally shooting blanks and his cock was so sensitive that he’d hiss if you were to touch it, he finally began to calm down.

And instead of punishing you more by making you sit on his face while your overstimulated, he just wraps his arms around your naked and exhausted body and refuses to let go.

Lololol I love the idea of some shitty perfume making your bf go batshit crazy for some puss.

MASTERLIST and RULES

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🌶️- spicy 🌸- fluffy 💔- angst ☀️- funny/crack 💔🌸 - hurt/comfort 💔🥀- hurt/no comfort

JJK imagines;

Gojo Satoru

"Why are you so clingy?" 💔🥀 “Why are you so clingy?” P.2 💔☀️ "Why are you so clingy?" P.3 💔🌸 "Why are you so clingy?" P.4 🌸🌶️ "Why won't you marry me?!" 💔🌸 Jealousy🌶️ Morning sex🌶️🌸 Let me pamper you🌸 Drunk sex 🌶️ Pheromone perfume 🌶️ Outrageous positions🌶️ Plotting🌶️🌸 They go low, you go lower☀️ You have an RBF☀️ He threw it all away💔 Your insecure💔🌶️ Backshots and missionaries 🌶️ Useless💔 Single? Finally.💔🌸 Freaky in the club.🌶️ Cowgirls and Rodeos ☀️ Long missions🌶️🌸 Big ass n beach sex🌶️ Secret gym visits💔🌸 You're a crashout☀️ Dating Hc's🌸🌶️ He drops you on accident🌸☀️ "We're breaking up" , "Wrong." 💔🌸 Secret super sex drive🌶️

Sukuna Ryomen

Garden injuries🌸 Garden injuries p.2🌶️🌸 Garden injuries p.3🌸 He's obsessed with you.🌶️

JJK various

Are you cheating on me? 🌶️☀️

JJK Smau;

You text first but your phone died, G.S.☀️ Boyfriend Texts, G.S.☀️ You left the bed for Wafflehouse various ☀️ You dreamt they cheated on you Various ☀️ Happy Valentines! Oh nvm. 💔🥀

Happy valentines! Oh nvm. P.2 💔🥀🌶️

Sally Face Imagines;

Larry Johnson

Trapped in his arms🌸 Metal concert hc's☀️🌶️

Gojo who fucks you in outrageous positions just to be petty.

(This is short as shit)

“O-oh fuck—“ Your nails dragged down his back. Your muscles aching but the pleasure was just too good.

“You can take it-, fuck, don’t run from it.” He had that annoyingly sexy grin on his face. Knowing damn well there was no possible way you could run from his cock.

He had you pressed against the wall, leg straight up, and ankle by his head, while you balanced on one foot and leaned against the wall. He’d called it the ‘lustful leg’.

Gojo had an arm wrapped around your thigh, and the other on your hip as he slammed in and out of you. This position, thank god for your flexibility, had him going so much deeper. Way too deep at first because you swore he was in your guts.

And that wasn’t just the only position. Because immediately after this bastard busts a load inside you, he is hoisting you up. The back of your thighs are flush against his chest, and his hands have a bruising grip on your ass as he once again bullies his cock inside you.

This wasn’t just sex. No this was a fucking work out. Suicides runs couldn’t wear you out as much as these damn positions.

“So, what if we try the ‘socket’?” Gojo looked at you with an eager grin but you just flipped him off.

Your body ached but at the same time felt so damn good. You finally let it melt into the mattress with a groan as your spine decompressed.

“What book did you buy?” You pulled your face out of the pillow and glared at him.

“…the Kama Sutra-“

“I’m burning that book.”

“Baby nooo!”

Imagine Gojo has been plotting on you for years and finally has you.

Your head ached, eyes sensitive to light and the nausea you felt had you feeling violent. Of course, this is what you get for chugging back a whole bottle of red wine.

Slowly sitting up, you finally forced your eyes open. Looking around, you blinked. This was not your ratty ass apartment. Your eyes locked with a picture of you and Gojo. And immediately, the familiarity of the room began to catch up with you.

You immediately looked down when you heard a deep groan. Just as naked as you, Gojo had an arm wrapped around your waist. His pale skin was littered in bites and hickies. And you couldn’t see it yet, but there was plenty of scratch marks.

“Shit.” Sighing, your rubbed your hands over your face trying to remember what happened. What could have lead to you fucking your best friend since highschool.

You tried to slip out of his hold, but this mf had a tighter grip that gorilla glue. In fact, the more you tried to squirm out, the tighter he held you. It was like you were drowning in quick sand.

“Gojo.” You glared down at him, and that was when you noticed the shit eating grin on his face. His eyes still closed.

“Mm-mm. It’s Satoru to you baby, ‘specially after last night.” He sounded so god damn cocky.

You could only roll your eyes, a red hue lit up your cheeks as you finally squeezed out of his arms. Immediately, you walked to the mirror.

You were covered in hickies and bite marks. “Now what the fuck.” You tried to sound angry, fuck did you try. But it was damn hard.

You were hot. Gojo was hot. You’d been two peas in a pod in highschool. And sure you ‘experimented’ in high-school with him, mainly letting him be your first kiss and first make out but that was it. You two never had any privacy between each other. You’d cuddle together, cry together, you’d tell him how you got fucked by a one night stand and he’d just insult the guy the whole time (he wanted to be the one fucking you). But this? Actually have sex with him? Shit.

“What happened last night?” You spoke up as you snatched his shirt from the ground and pulled it over your head. The fabric falling to your mid thigh and a little lower.

“Well, i had you face down ass up, then tried that side ways position I saw from twi-“ Gojo was so smug about it too.

“Not that, you asshat! I know we both drank a shit ton of wine…” closing your eyes, you rubbed your temples. However, you felt two strong arms wrap around you waist.

“What’s wrong? You regret it?” Gojo rested his chin on your shoulders, his hands, much bigger than yours, massaged the soreness from your hips where he’d definitely squeezed to hard when giving you back-shots that night prior.

You stayed silent for a moment, growing a little shy as you murmured, “no.”

And just like that Gojo’s shit eating grin was back. He was happier than a man who won the lottery. “I for one don’t regret it.” His hands rose to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Been plotting on your fine ass since freshman year.”

You blinked at him, wondering if you’d misheard him. “Wait what?”

“You heard me.” His arms wrapped around you completely as he littered kisses all over your neck. “You’re mine now.”

A slow smile took on your lips and you leaned back against him. You found yourself not minding that much. Or at all.

“If that’s true, I guess I can admit that I had a crush on you in 8th grade.” You laughed when Gojo stared at you bewildered.

“No! NOOO!” He was whining like he just got shot. “Why didn’t you make a move?! We could’ve been highschool sweethearts!”

“You- you’rere so weird.” You snorted.

I LOVE ERIKA

Imagine Gojo’s ex gets in a fight w you but when they go low you go lower.

“Babe let’s just go.” Gojo tried to pull you back, but was looking more than amused as you stared between you and his ex.

“Oh hell no, this bitch wants to talk, we’ll talk.” You glared at the woman across from you, lip curled in disgust.

“And what the fuck you got to say? You got my sloppy seconds bitch!”

“Bold of you to act like you all that and a bag a chips. Especially when you spread your legs that shit smells like Formaldehyde and rat piss.” Crossing your arms, you stared that bitch right in the eye. “Dead rat coochie smells better than the jungle gym you have going on down there.”

She just stared at you, her mouth opening and closing. “You- you- fuck you two! You’re ugly and he’s a bitch!” Grabbing her purse she walked off with her middle finger up behind her.

“You know we never got to third base right?” Gojo immediately spoke up, eyeing you like you were a fucking bomb.

“Shut up. No sex for a week. I cannot believe you ever dated that bitch.” Scoffing you just pulled Gojo forward, your pointer finger interlocking with his.

I make myself laugh

When gojo is giving you back shots and missionaries come to his door. (I’m high as shit)

Tw: smut no plot, pre established relationship, backshots, Christianity, short blurb.

“Fuck- o-oh fuck- no come on, don’t run from it pretty.” Gojo had you pressed face down ass up with a mean arch in your back. His hand was on your nape and his other holding your hip in an iron grip as he slammed his cock in and out. The sound echoed all throughout the house as his pelvis snapped against your ass.

His hand eventually coming down to slap it and grab the fat. Groans and moans constantly leaving him as he tilted his head back when you tightened around him.

“F-feels so- so good!” You breathlessly moaned, hands near about ripping the sheets from how tight your holding them.

Your eyes were rolling back and you were getting so close to finishing to. That was until the bell rang.

Gojo rolled his eyes as just fucked you harder, but the bell kept ringing. Over. And over. And over again.

Finally Gojo’s jaw clenched and his face soured as he was forced to pull out. Pressed a kiss to your shoulder he slipped on a pair of grey sweats and walked to the front door. Yanking it open, he glared down at the people at his door.

Two men, one fat and one really short, stood there. A pamphlet in hand with an image of Jesus on the cross, “would you like to join our church?”

“No.” Gojo was so quick to answer, his knuckle white on the door frame. His cock was throbbing so hard, knowing that you were in bed waiting for him.

“Sir, you should reconsider. The lord accepts all who rep-“

“Toruuu! Come back baby, I need you.” You called out for him, your voice a sultry whine.

The men blinked a few times, in shock at what they heard.

“I said no. Fuck off.” Slamming the door in their face, Gojo locked before ripping off his sweats and getting back into bed with you.

Wasting no time to bully his cock back into you and keep giving you backshots.

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 + 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹… ME! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰.

You had a big ass. There was no denying it. I mean you had the pear body shape n everything. And Gojo Satoru, loved it.

He’s got you bent over the couch arm, your tits pressed against the cushion and your hips propped up by the arm rest, you back arched down perfectly.

And Gojo was fucking you like he hated you. And you’d think he did if it wasn’t for him moaning and whining and whimpering, “oh f-fuck- baby I love you sooo much,” he’d only fuck you deeper, squeezing the fat of your hips as he angled his hips down and fucked up into you, “ain’t never let- mmn- letting you leave me.”

He’d groan and lean over you pressing bites, kisses, and hickies all down your spine and your shoulders. All while his hands would be kneading and spreading your ass. Practically foaming at the mouth as he watched it recoil.

You’d be moaning under him, nails digging into the couch. Even if you tried to close your mouth to hide your moans or stuff your face into the couch, your puss was loud enough for the both of you.

You were so wet, practically dripping. No resistance, not even with how tight you squeezed around him. It had Gojo’s hips stuttering and a moan breaking through his clenched jaw.

“Don’t squeeze me like- fuck baby, it’s not fair.” He whined, his cock throbbing inside of you as he grabbed your shoulder and began to slam into you. Absolutely wrecking you. His tip might as well been breaking the wall of your cervix.

Even the couch was moving, you would’ve laugh because it almost shot forward if not for his hands grip on your hip.

“Where do you want it, pretty?” He’d have to squeeze his eyes shut to wait for your reply.

If you wanted him to not cum inside, that’s fine. He’s pulling out and slipping his cock between your thighs, and sliding through your folds. His cock head would nudge your clit each thrust, sometimes he’d accidentally slip inside.

If you wanted him to cum inside you? Oh lord. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s squeezing your ass, and when he cums the sluttiest little whines and whimpers are coming out his mouth.

And he won’t pull out, no no, he’s fucking his cum deep inside you. Murmuring and whining about how sexy you’d be pregnant. Round with his kid.

But enough of that.

You’re at the beach. It’s hot. You have a twisted tea in your hand and a little bottle of Jack Daniel’s. You bite into the bottom of the can, crack it open then put the bottle in the bottom so as you shot gun it your getting the Jack Daniel’s and the twisted tea.

You’re wearing two piece bathing suit. The top makes your tits sit perfectly and the bottom is honest to got just a spruced up elastic thong. Your skin was warm and you’d worked up a nice tan.

Your boyfriend was hiding under the umbrella cause his pale ass can’t tan for SHIT. He just burns and when he does he whines for DAYS.

But he’s sat back in a chair, practically fucking salivating that his boo with a booty is chugging down that atrocious blend of alcohol. He’s hard. Like rock hard. Like he’s already leaking through the tip.

So, his Victorian child pale ass walks out from under the umbrella, grabs a chilled bottle of Tito’s before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Toru! What the hell are you doing?” You looked over your shoulder, only to see his hands squeezing your ass before slapping it, making you squeal. “We are in public!”

“Can’t help it baby, you know what this bathing suit does to me.” He grinned before walking back up to the little condo hotel thing y’all had rented by the beach. He sat you down on kitchen table, and opened the Tito’s before tilting his head back and chugging it down. His throat was on FIRE but he wanted to impress you.

You could only stare at him, knowing damn well he might throw up. But he doesn’t and that surprises you. Especially when you watch the vodka drip down his chin, chest and to his v line.

Thighs clenching, you bit down on your bottom lip. “Hey babe?”

Gojo puts down the bottle and coughs up a STORM. But finally looks down at you, feeling buzzed as fuck.

“Wanna have drunk consentual sex?” You tilted your head with a grin, leaning back a little on the table.

Gojo’s grin matched yours before he nodded. “Mmhm.” He lifted the bottle and guided it to your lips.

Well, let’s just say the hang over was awful but the sex was great. 🤷‍♀️

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𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵,

Gojo with a 5’6”, D1 crash out woman, fine as hell, short ass hell, and willing to throw down no matter what.

And Gojo LOVES it. Idc idc idc idc I’ll die on this hill, Gojo loves seeing his woman beat another bitches ass.

He’s the type to hype you up on anything. You could be totally wrong and he’d be cheering for you, and probably videoing it so he could show his students how cool his girlfriend was.

Y’all are out on a day date. It’s hot, you’re wearing a pair of jean shorts and a bathing suit top, Gojo in a simple pair of swim trunks and a shirt. When I say it’s hot, I mean Alabama heat, I mean 100* and you can cook an egg on the asphalt.

But even though it’s hotter than the devils ass, you actually weren’t that pissed off. Until ya’ll had left the little lunch spot after eating.

You’d heard one of the girls leaving the restaurant say something about how weird ya’ll looked together, followed by some other wack shit.

“What was that?” Tilting your head, you took a few steps toward the girls. Your brows furrowed and a scowl pulling on your features.

The girls glanced at each other, before the other girl whipped out her phone and the other decided to be a little shit taller through and through.

“I think you heard me. Your boyfriend has weird fucking eyes.” She repeated, loud enough for Gojo to hear.

“Beat her ass babe!” Gojo yelled from his spot on the sidelines, phone up as he recorded.

“I swear to god I will bounce your face off this hot ass concrete if you keep testing me.” When she didn’t back down, you were quick to take your earrings out and pull your hair up.

The other girl was clearly not expecting you to follow through, eyes wide as she began to quickly try and copy your motions. However, your hand was tangled her hair faster than she could even take her right earring out.

To say you whooped that bitches ass would be an understatement. By the end of it your hair was a mess, your arms were bruised and you had scratches all over your shoulders.

But when the boyfriend of the girl exited the restaurant and began running at you, Gojo was quick to put his phone away and step in front of you. His hand plant firmly in the man’s chest to shove him back. “Back the fuck up.” He demanded, before giving him a shit eating grin, “your girl already embarrassed herself enough. Don’t make it worse by forcing me to knock your ass out.”

To say you were pleased when the guy just scooped up his girl and quickly walked off to his truck, would be an understatement.

Crossing your arms, you smiled up at your boyfriend. “You are so sexy when your like that.” You teased, your smile widening when Gojo pulled you in by your belt loop.

“Oh yeah?” Gojo leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, onto to pause, “Your hair is nappy.”

“Don’t play with me.” You glares at him and pulled away, pulling your hair into a messy bun.

“I’m kidding- baby wait up! Let me love you!!!”

I hated this… been watching glee because I’m bored asf right and now this shit has rubbed off on me cause what is this 😀

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘧 𝘳𝘯…

Hear me out— random ass gojo headcannons cause it’s Wednesday 😏

“Babe— strawberry or vanilla? Or should we do blueberry?” Looking up at your blue eyed bimbo (lovingly), you gesture towards the freezer section with ice cream.

“Uhhh… all of it.” Gojo grinned, and pulled out his card, only for him to pause when he feels your hands pulling him in by the belt.

“Oh my god I’m literally in love with you.” You grinned and kissed his jaw, nails lightly grazing his v-line through his shirt.

“You are an easy woman to please.” Gojo snorted, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

I feel like he would deadass be the type to like rest his hand in the pocket between your tits and where the bra like peaks out a little. And we all know this man got some long fingers and a big hand too. I FEEL IN MY BONES that he would trace the curve of your tit, from like the center of your boobs to the other side. And he would not give a damn.

You and Gojo are at a benefit dinner he was invited to, so of course by extension— you. You were dressed to the nines, looking fine as hell with a wine red dress on. It hugged your curves perfectly, tits pressed together looking amazing in that deep v-neck.

Gojo had an arm around you maybe the whole night. Especially when you got a little tipsy from all the sips you’d been stealing from his glass all night. He had your back pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around your waist keeping you flush against him. His lips near your ear, whispering things that ranged from cute to downright despicable. His hands fit perfectly on your waist, and they’d slowly slide up and down your sides. His lips giving gentle kisses to your neck, even going as far to bite down on your jewelry just to tease you.

But when the dinner dispersed into a little bit of a party, the dj definitely on some of that white powder iykwim. Rhianna cut on and your song started playing, hips swaying against him, freshly done up nails gently raking against his forearm.

And oh Gojo knew he was getting some when you tilted your head back against his shoulder and stared at him with those pretty little eyes. Batting your lashes and giving him that mega watt horny smile.

And to think, you two looked so wholesome and cute to the outside world. Little did they knew Gojo was rocking a full bone and pressing it into your ass.

“You are so beautiful,” Gojo murmured against your neck, grinning when he could feel your pulse pick up. “But you already knew that didn’t you, pretty girl?”

“Mhmm,” nodding, eyes closed with a satisfied little smile, you leaned into him completely. “Take me home and fuck against the counter?”

“Absolutely.”

You and Gojo were that crazy couple that were down to do anything. Party all night? You got it. Smoke weed? You got it. Get black out plastered? You got it. Piss off some tweakers? You got it. Flirt with random people to get a discount? Hell yeah!

Istg Gojo would be so turned on knowing that other men find you hot, knowing that they could never have you and only he could. Like he loves to make guys jealous. Hell, even women. Something about seeing that envy in their beady little eyes had his balls heavy and his tip leaking.

Someone embarrassed you? Man or woman, Gojo is petty but so are you. So when someone wants YOUR, yes YOUR man, Gojo is all with it when you wanna flaunt your relationship. This man is dressing in a suit and taking you out for cocktails and shrimp. And you two are taking all the pictures, even feeding each other and being so lovey dovey it makes a lonely bitch SICK.

But when a man wants you? Gojo’s girl? Oh hell. Gojo is buying you new clothes just for you to wear around when you pick him up from work. (Only did it so he could be passenger princess and brag about his girl.) And when he sees that look of jealousy in those men’s eyes- he laughs. Sometimes he’ll whip out his phone and take a picture.

This mf ain’t letting shit go neither. You talk shit about his girl? Fish are in your vents. How? No one knows. You think it might be Gojo- but you got no proof.

You try and pull up on his girl? Gojo is videoing his gf whooping your ass. And he will be posting that shit.

Y’all I am actually so fucking high rn I’m about to green out I can feel in my lady halls ( . )( . )

what are you doing if you’re not drawing urself in a liminal space?

That excitingly antsy scaryy chilling feeling when you know you are gonna get drug$ soon ....... ....

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