Dating Nerdy Bf! Gojo— Everyone Thinks Your Sweet Little Dork Of A Boyfriend Is Innocent, But Little

I eat this shit upppp

tipping your sworn enemy’s chin up with a blade, admiring their scornful scowl, as well as the amusing blush blooming across their punchable face that follows.

seeing the way they subtly adjust their pants, attempting to hide the evidence they might not despise you as much as they want you to think.

I think Megumi’s the kind of man whose eyes roll back when he eats you out.

He’s a pretty boy who loves pussy, what can he say?

Megumi loses his mind when you’re perched on the edge of the bed as he’s sat like a dog between your knees. He loves to slip his hands between the mattress and your ass, warm skin chasing away the chill of his fingers, as he grabs handfuls and tugs you as close as he can without making you tumble off.

When you gasp his name at the first quick lick of your clit his cock twitches. What’s left of the blood in his body rushes south and he’s so hard his lower belly aches.

He takes his time eating your pussy, sucking on your clit in a way he knows will get your fingers fisted in his hair. You cry out and hook your knees over his shoulders as he tugs your ass slightly off the edge and dips his tongue inside you.

“Megumi,” you warn. “Please, I’m gonna cum.” Your heels dig hard into his upper back, hips bucking to meet his tongue, and that’s when his eyes disappear within his skull. His cheeks flush hot to the touch and he reaches down with urgency to shove his shorts and briefs under his balls.

Megumi takes his cock in hand, throbbing against his palm as he strokes himself a few times. He squeezes his base to hold off the rush of pleasure he knows is one fast stroke away.

When you beg for him, he pushes two fingers inside and fucks you through it. You yank him back by the hair and his breath hitches. He stares up at you with heavy lidded eyes, mouth open as he pants hot and heavy, and uses the hand he had in your pussy to finish jerking himself off.

He moans low in his throat. “I love you,” he gasps, covering his fist in glossy threads as his eyes roll towards the ceiling.

Don’t be surprised if he convinces you to sit on his face in twenty minutes.

master list

inspired to write something for gumi cuz of @grenadehearts recent post for him.

gojo: when my wife is mad, i tighten the lids on all our jars so she has to ask me for help *sound of glass shattering in the kitchen* gojo: it doesn't always work, though

needy!drunk!gojo satoru x gn reader-based off this post

synopsis: gojo is a lightweight, vowed to sobriety to keep whatever bit of shame he has left to his name. but he really can't help but take a few shots when he sees you doing the same.

warnings: sub gojo, gn dom reader, both reader and gojo are drunk, gojo's a lightweight, handjob, semi-public sex, he cries-like a lot, he also had nipple piercings bc i couldn't help myself, reader's kinda a hoe, feelings, think that's it

The warm press of hands against your hips is what makes you gasp. The soft touch of lips traced over your throat is what makes your head spin.

What a delightful feeling. 

What a human desire. 

“Touch me.” 

The room spins around you, the warm feeling of being held making you sigh, leaning into it. The scent of him, the greedy claiming of his presence in your mind. So selfish. Of him not to think of the effect that this has on you. To not care about the war going on in your mind. 

“Touch me, please?” A whine this time. A meek sound, spilling from his lips, making your body light up in return. 

“Satoru,” He practically purrs at his name on your lips. Pathetic. How easily riled up he is. How easily you’re able to make his knees feel weak. How much he loves the sound of your lips forming his name.

“Mmmm, say it again.”His nose sweeps delicately over your neck, working over a heavy sigh as he tries not to get drunk on the smell of your shampoo. Or more drunk than he already is, that is. 

“Your name?” You mutter slowly. 

“Yeah….” His words have been gradually slurring over the span of the night, with the amount of shots he’s taken, with the amount of drinks he’s had. With the inches of space between you closing until there’s nothing between you but the thin layer of clothing that does nothing to hide the bulge he shamelessly presses against you.

Even so, you know that he's always been far beyond measures of shame, but this is a whole new level, the way he continues to press his body impossibly closer to yours, his broad chest against your shoulders, his hips canting against you. 

You’ve always hated how he’s been taller than you, his incessant teasing when he throws you over his shoulder as you yell and pound on his back. He takes advantage of it all too often.

You don’t mind now.

“Why, Satoru?” Maybe you’re cruel for the teasing, for liking your friend’s reactions all too much. Shivering, nearly violently, throbbing against your lower back. 

He whines, “Sounds so…-so much better when you say it. Makes me wanna just…”

His breath is heavy with the scent of alcohol and you’re still not entirely sure how Shoko and Suguru managed to get him to break his vow of sobriety. Not when you’d seen him turning them down for the first bit of the night.

The next time you saw him he was getting dragged along by you, gulping down whatever liquids you shoved into his hands. 

With his feverish hands tracing up your body and his sinful hips pressing against yours. Muttering about how he wanted you and needed you, whispering about things he'd never have said in the harsh reality of day, but was that not the beauty of getting intoxicated beyond belief?

“Hmm? Just what?” 

He simpers, “Wan’ you to touch me, play with me, like I’m just a toy for you~” He grinds slowly and you wish you could kiss him. Kiss him until he’s breathless and red and can’t remember his own name. Dazed and dizzy and muttering gibberish while loosely gripping onto you. 

You don’t think if you’d even have to kiss him to do that right now, but the taste of his perfectly pink lips would just be an added pleasure to this delectable mix.

But you shouldn’t. And you won’t.

Not because he’s your friend and this will surely be crossing some unspoken line.

Or because it’ll throw off the axis of your entire friend group. You'd never let that stop you before. And you wouldn’t let something like that stop you now. Not when you've clumsily pressed your lips to Shoko’s, high out of your mind and hidden under the blanket of dark nights. Or when you let your hands wander along the lengths of Suguru’s skin, promising to make him feel things he’d never felt before. 

Not because Satoru Gojo is one of your best friends.

But because Satoru Gojo is currently drunk and so are you. And despite the fact that you’re practically drowning in the warmth of alcohol and all that is Satoru Gojo, you want whatever you do with him to mean something-be something. Not just a clumsy night of drunken mistakes and hazy flashes, not something you’ll forget in the morning and agree to never speak of again.

He’s too…important for you to treat him like that. And you’re too selfish to let anything you do to him to mean anything but the fact that he would be yours. But he’s not yours. And you’re not his. And all this thinking is only making a steady ache build behind your temples.

You sigh, twisting around in his arms. Blue eyes blinking back at you, slowly searching over yours and fuck, his lips are so kissable. Pink and plump, trapped between his too white teeth.

“Let’s get you back to Shoko and Suguru, they’ll take you home and make sure you don’t kill yourself.” You’re not entirely sure where they went or why they’ve left the two of you behind, all alone where they'd know neither of you were in the right mind to make good choices.

 “No,” He shakes his head, white hair tossing, ruffled and mussed from a night of clinging to you like this. Far too close for comfort though you still couldn’t bring yourself to pry him off.  “No, n-no, don’t wan’you  to leave…” 

You begin to tug him off either way. He’s not sane enough to make decisions for himself and you don’t think you are either. “C’mon baby, let’s go find your friends.”

He shudders and grips your hand, refusing to move an inch. Tears pool in his eyes and your jaw hardens.

You sigh. You didn’t know why you thought this was a fight you’d win either way. It was a losing game trying to argue with Satoru. His lips wobble and you can feel your resolve withering away by the second. Tearing down every single defence you put up around, being ripped away by him and his stupid tears as if they were paper. 

“Don’t leave.” He whispers and he looks pathetic but you know you’ll give in to him if he asks you to. “Don’t leave me…please.”

You cup his cheek and he purrs, melting into the touch as if he were a cat, pushing into you for more attention. Basking in your attention as you sweep his tears away with your thumb, letting him close his eyes and pull you into the soft cushioning of a booth. 

You feel heady or maybe it’s the alcohol talking. More tears roll down his cheeks, tracking along the slopes of his flushed face. Crystalline and sacred and you realize with a twist in the pit of your stomach that it’s arousing.

The sight of him. His sweat-soaked skin and his eyes big and glassy. And the fragile mask he’s worked so hard to keep up deteriorating beneath your very eyes, each tear breaking and cracking apart the image of the powerful man he claims to be.

A crumpled facade of a God into a something more, something divine and corrupt, something vulnerable and weak and so very human in your arms, falling apart by a mere touch.

Maybe you’re more fucked up than you realized. Maybe you’re just horny. Maybe because it’s him. And he’s Satoru Gojo and everything about him is perfect. Powerful. Transcendent. A God against humans, finally falling apart like this, before you, ready to fall to his knees. Perhaps he was always meant to.

“Don’t wanna be alone…don’t wanna…ngh~” 

His hips thrust up, a whiny gasp working past his lips. He pants as if he’s run a marathon and you want to do such delectably sinful things to him and you’re sure you could do them all and more and he’d only beg and plead for more.

Perhaps…

“Kiss me.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, you wonder if he can hear with how loud it is. “Satoru,”

He whines and grinds and you moan. And it’s a losing battle.

“Shut up,” he insists, hand cupping the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair, almost obsessively. “Shut up and just kiss me.”

“You know we can’t. You-“

“I, am perfectly fine.” His words are a pant, a plea, whispered with a kind of reverence of a worshipper to a god. “Just kiss me, fuck me. Use me,” white eyelashes flutter, blue looking all the bluer rimmed with red and filled with tears. “Use me until you’re bored of me, until there’s nothing left-i don’t care.” He breathes, desperate and pleading and looking like he’s ready to get down on his damn knees on the dirty sticky floor. “Just-please.”

A losing fucking battle. 

Maybe it always was. Trying to keep your hands off him, now, you realized it was like setting a treat on a dogs nose and telling them to wait. A crazy amount self control with the eventual prize just in sight. 

All you can think as you cup his cheeks, flushed and wet from tears, warm against your hands is how fucking pretty he is. How you want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything. “Fuck, Satoru,” you mutter and he moans deep and appreciatively and then you’re pulling him in to slide your lips against his.

 And now all you can think about is how much of a dumbass you are for not doing this sooner.

He tastes like alcohol and cigarettes-when he had one you don’t know but you do know that it’s the most intoxicating mix you’ve ever encountered. You feel like you’re floating, high off his taste and his moans; like he’s a drug and you’re the addict, injecting him straight into the vein. 

It's far from elegant and he’s not perfect at it in the way you’d expect from a man as beautiful as him-godhood hasn’t blessed him in every aspect. But he’s desperate and he's eager to take everything you give, mewling against your lips. 

He’s so needy and it's crazy the way it sends you into a sort of reverie. His hands gripping your hips hard, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go, like he’s hoping you’re real and not a apparition of drunken hysteria. He pulls you closer, as if you could get close enough that no one could find where you ended and he started, that you might be able to meld into one.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same sentiment. If you didn’t try your hardest to do the exact same; nails pressing into his skin, making him whine as you tilted his head back and slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring, feeling, taking, using. 

Just like he told you to do.

He vibrates against you, nearly shaking with choked noises. He mutters soundless words, each and every one swallowed by you as soon as they’re spoken. Pleas and prayers, worships and praises. 

You’d show him what real ascension felt like.

You probably should be embarrassed, or at the very least shameful to be putting on such a show in front of what you know are watching eyes. But you know that Gojo is far past shame at this point and you're too enamoured by the beauty that is Satoru Gojo clinging to you like he’s about to break.

To be honest, you can't find it in yourself to give a shit about any of them. About anything but him, focusing your attention on devouring him whole as he shatters, ready to catch every piece as they fall into your waiting hands. No matter if the shards rip apart your skin and leave you a bloody mangled mess.

You break away first, fighting a smile at his whine as you pull away from him, panting. 

He looks unravelled, messy. His usual flirty facade lost to pleasure. His watery eyes and heartbroken whines gone as well. Overwhelmed by swollen lips and gasps to make up for lost air. A blush like he’s just realized where he is, burying his face into your neck to hide from the probing eyes. To whisper, "You're too good at that, you know?.”

You bark a laugh and he nuzzles into your skin. 

And then you’re redirecting him to your lips again.

In a flurry of hands and lips, messy steps and you’re clumsily stumbling into the bathroom. Quickly, Satoru is shoved against the door, fingers fumbling for the lock.

Your lips find his neck, fluttering a barrage of open-mouthed kisses over the heated skin, dragging your tongue along his thrumming heartbeat. 

He whines and he begs, muttering nonsense that makes it to your ears but not to your head as you hum against him. Slender fingers knit through your hair, holding you close to him, pleading for you to never leave him.

“Touch me, touch me, touch me.” He repeats, slurred and slow, his eyes drooped shut, his voice husky with want, with lust and everything he’s been just barely repressing all this time.

But you've only ever been a slave to his desires.

So you respond in tenfold, nipping and sucking, leaving evidence that you've been here, staking a claim that doesn't exist and maybe never will but for tonight maybe you can play pretend.

Because he keens when your teeth sink into his skin and his back arches, pressing evidence of his wanton yearnings against you like you might devour him whole.

Like he wants you to.

He quieter when he whispers something that could change everything. “Love me?”

Your heart pounds in your chest but you’d never turn him down. 

Fingers deftly undo the buttons on his tight-fitting button up, revealing porcelain-like skin underneath. His nipples are hard and pink and fucking pierced. 

He gasps when you touch them, pinching them between your thumb and forefinger.

And you've never been particularly mean but you can make an exception for the God in front of you, leaving him to tortuous touches all while he throbs and thrusts into nothing but the fabric of his too-tight pants, whining from the stimulation that's all too little.

He's been begging for this all night. Whispering dirty words like a little tease, like a shameless slut.

He got you all riled up and for that you think that he should take his own share of teasing.

For retribution, for your own piece of mind and the pleasure it is to watch him squirm against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and tearstained and begging in small breathless whimpers barely over a whisper.

But you've never been able to resist him long, not then, not now and not ever.

Your hand finally reaches for his waistband, his body shivering with the feeling of your fingers dipping onto hot, untouched skin.

But he stops you.

His hand, large and pale landing over your own in a quick moment of lucidity.

His voice emerged, a whisper of uncertainty and longing. "Y-You'll take care of me?"

You met his vulnerability with a promise because you could never leave him with any less. "Yes," your words a whispered caress, a undying oath in itself, a vow that you'd take beyond this in whatever may happen.

Your lips brush over his ear, his eyes squeezing shut as your hand wraps around him, dragging a ruinous moan from deep in his throat.

"I promise, I will."

And your hand is wrapping around him, hot and wet and hard, all for you. Just for you. And his head is turned off, just sensations and feeling and you.

Just you.

"F-fuck, yes, please," so broken, fragile almost as ironic as it is. "Yes, pl-please, feels so go-good."

He doesn't last long and you don't know if it's from all the teasing you've administered or from how long he's been worked up for.

But you rather like the thought of him being sensitive enough that your voice and a few strokes is enough to bring him to the edge.

To have him pulsing in your hand while his arms wrap around your shoulders, blunt nails scraping into you skin as his hips thrust with reckless abandon.

His body quivering with pleasure as your hand forms a loose hole for him to fuck into, your thumb playing with the sensitive head of his dick.

"Please, please I need it, need it so bad," And he has no right sounding this good, looking this good while fucking into your hand like a goddamn dog. "Need it more than anything."

He always has been one for dramatics.

His head falls back against the wall, throat bobbing with the moan deep in his throat, fuck how the marks of your teeth stand out on the pale skin of his neck. Your lips permanent on his body for now, forever maybe if he'll let you keep replacing them.

"Fuck, Satoru," You free hand threads through his head, pushing his lips to meet yours, messy and slopping as he arches against you, hips thrusting erratically to match your pace. Keening when you nip at him, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, nails scratching at his scalp sending tingles down every part of his body.

He breaks away with a gasp and a cry when and only when he absolutely has to, eyes shining and chest heaving with breaths to fill his burning lungs.

And he's crying. And he's beautiful.

More beautiful than anyone or anything you've ever seen in your life.

"Shit, I'm close, m' so fuckin' close-!"

You’re half out of your mind and you couldn’t feel more sane. Like this was meant to happen-like he was meant to be yours. 

"Don' stop, please don't stop," he gasps, like you'd ever think about it, like you'd could even if you wanted to.

“Satoru,” And he shakes.

“Satoru,” And he sobs.

“Satoru,” And he breaks, head falling back as if in prayer, a finger pushing his chin up, clashing against a higher power he didn't think possible.

“My one and only Satoru.” Soft and sweet and just for him and only him. And he’s gone.

Ropes of cum spurt out, rope after rope, covering your hand and the floor. Covering his thighs and his stomach in a mess.

Everything feels fuzzy and his cheeks are pink. A stupid grin crossing his face as he melts, boneless in your arms. "I love you." He mutters, distantly, foggily.

Perhaps somewhere beneath the haze he thinks that maybe you've said the same back. But he isn't quite sure anymore. He needs to be sure.

Slowly, he's lowered onto the floor into a sitting position. The tile is cold against his bare skin but it's okay because you're still caressing him, holding his face in your hand, thumb wiping at his tears.

"You love me right?"

You leave for moment and a whines at the loss of you pressed against him. Even if it's only for a few seconds he feels lonely and empty without your touch.

But then you're back and you're wiping him down with a wet towel, cleaning off his skin so gently, as if he's made of glass of porcelain, like he something to be cherished and taken care of.

"Hey pretty boy, you good?" He recognizes your voice even throughout the cloud in his mind. He nods and you smile and he's melting all over again.

"Do you love me?"

You roll your eyes and for an awful second he thinks that maybe you're going to say no. But then you're pushing the hair off his forehead and kissing him so fucking gently he thinks he'll cry.

"I do love you Satoru."

And his heart is bursting-he swears it is, it's beating so fast and so hard he's absolutely sure that you can hear it and that the quiet laughs escaping your pretty lips is because you can tell how dumbly in love with you he is.

But that doesn't matter.

Because right now he's normal person and you're a normal person and nothing else will matter but the fact that he's your's now.

"I love you too, y'know?" He mumbles.

You kiss him again, and again, and again. On his forehead and his temples, his cheeks and the tip of his nose and each of his eyelids. You kiss everywhere on his face until his lips are pouted out and he lets out a little whine of frustration.

And then you kiss his lips. Barely a peck, too fast and short for his taste but he doesn't have time to complain as you pull him off the floor.

“C’mon pretty boy, let me bring you home.”

“Mmm,” He doesn’t move, boneless against you. “Will you fuck me again?”

You laugh, soft. “Like I’d be able to resist you.”

A short crossover comic I did to celebrate reaching 1k on another platform (almost 1k on here too omg???) it was posted in two parts hence the “to be continued” but DAMN this took forever! So cool to see it all together!!

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐀𝐖𝐇, 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ! (𝒞𝐻𝒪𝒮𝒪 𝒦𝒜𝑀𝒪)

choso kamo x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw ﾉ shibari ﾉ dacryphilia ﾉ multiple orgasms ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ spitting in his mouth ﾉ prostrate vibrator ( m ) ﾉ hair pulling ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ begging ﾉ msub + fdom ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ྀི꒱ა

jjk spoliers : i was so upsetti when i saw choso died soo um . . in order 4 all of us choso lovers 2 take our minds off of it, here's a lil pick-me-up ! art credits go to @/n9c4z on danbooru ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

"Look at you, baby boy.. such a pretty little thing.." You cooed, running your fingertips up his thigh, stopping right below his ass, digging your nails into his flesh. Choso whimpered, his thighs trembling, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of red. He was on his knees, his chest pressed against the floor, his wrists bound together behind his back, the ropes wrapped around his arms and chest, digging into his skin, creating pretty little indentations on his soft pale skin. His hair was a mess, tangled and sticking to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, his eyes half-lidded, tears streaming down his face, soft sobs escaping his throat. You leaned over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, before pulling back and giving his ass a sharp slap, a strangled moan leaving his mouth.

"Look at how wet you are.." You said softly, moving your hand between his legs, sliding your fingers over his slit, teasing the head of his cock, a whimper slipping past his lips. His cock was shiny and sticky with his own arousal, the tip glistening, the slit leaking precum. His balls were drawn up tight, the skin stretched taut. He was dripping onto the floor, his whole body trembling, his toes curling.

"So wet and messy for me.." You whispered, grabbing a handful of his ass, spreading his cheeks apart, admiring his tight little hole, the rim red, puffy and viably twitching, the muscles clenching and unclenching around the vibrator that was buried inside of him. You smiled, giving his ass another firm slap, before leaning forward and licking a stripe along his taint, feeling him shiver underneath you. "You're so beautiful like this, all tied up and spread out for me." You said, wrapping your fingers around the base of the vibrator, turning it up a few notches, watching his hole stretch around the toy as it began to buzz. "All mine to do with as I please.." You mused, grabbing his cock, giving it a rough tug, his body jerking in response, a broken moan leaving his lips. You slid your hand up his back, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling his head up, forcing him to look at you, your grip tightening as you pulled harder.

Choso's eyes rolled back, his jaw slack, a stream of drool dribbling down his chin. He was a complete and utter mess, his hair matted, his face covered in a mixture of sweat and tears, his cheeks stained pink. He was shaking, his legs weak, barely able to hold himself up, his muscles strained and trembling, his entire body drenched in sweat. He was gasping, his breath ragged and labored, his lungs burning, his throat raw from the constant screaming and crying. He couldn't think straight, his mind clouded, his thoughts incoherent and jumbled, his vision blurred. He was barely able to string together a coherent thought, his words reduced to nothing more than incoherent whines and moans, his words slurred and sluggish, his tongue heavy in his mouth. "M-mm..mm-more, plea-please, please, pleaseplease.." he managed to choke out, his body convulsing as his balls constricted, a spurt of cum shooting out of his slit, landing on the floor. "I-I n-n-need t-t-to, mm, cum, p-please, pleasepleaseplease, need-t-to c-c-c-c-um.." He begged, his voice hoarse, his words trailing off, his eyes rolling back in his head, even more so when he felt gooey saliva land in his mouth, a gurgled moan leaving his throat as he swallowed the thick glob, his body shuddering.

You let go of his hair, pushing his face down into the ground, watching him sink to his knees, his ass raised high, the vibrator still buzzing, causing his legs to quiver and his hips to buck, his cock bouncing as it slapped against his stomach. He was a whimpering, sobbing mess, his body limp and pliable, his limbs unable to move, his mind hazy and fuzzy, his body feeling like it was on fire. He did his best to remain upright, his knees spreading further apart, his ass cheeks parting, the vibrator moving deeper inside of him, rubbing against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Mmh, mommyyyy.. mommy, p-please.." Choso moaned, his voice muffled by the ground. He was so close to cumming, his cock throbbing, aching for release, his balls tightening, his stomach clenching, the pressure building and building, until finally he felt his cock swell, his orgasm hitting him hard, his hips bucking forward as he came, thick ropes of hot cum coating the floor beneath him, his cock pulsating and twitching. His body went slack, his legs giving out, his knees sliding across the ground, his arms limp at his sides, his entire body sagging, a long drawn out moan escaping his mouth, his voice hoarse, his throat raw.

The vibrator continued to hum inside of him, his hole clenching and unclenching around the toy, milking his prostate. Choso's hips moved involuntarily, his ass swaying from side to side, his body moving on its own, his cock already half hard, the tip still oozing precum. "H-hhm…mm.. turn it off..p-ple-ase.." he gasped, his voice raspy, his body twitching, his limbs tingling, his skin tingling. "P-pleas-e.. I-I can't…" He whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut, his head falling forward, his shoulders slumped. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing erratic, his heart hammering inside his chest. He felt dizzy, the room spinning around him, his vision blurring. "M-mommy.. please.." He begged, his eyes snapping open, his mouth opening wide, a scream ripping from his throat, a fresh wave of tears falling from his eyes, his body writhing and thrashing on the ground, the vibrations intensifying as you turned it up further, the toy pressed firmly against his prostate. "N-ngh, no! S-sto-p! Hnn.. aaah.. n-no!" Choso cried out, his ass rippling, his body rocking forward, his knees sliding further apart, his head dropping down, his hands balling into fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms. "Mmmph, I-I can't.. hol..hold back-!" He sobbed, his legs tensing up, his spine curving, his toes curling, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. "I'm g-gonna.. c-c-cu-um! I'm gonna cu-um..! Mmm- Cumm-cumming again! Nnnhg.. mmn, fuck! Ffffuck!"

He was completely helpless, unable to control his body, the pleasure too intense, too overwhelming, his mind and body completely and utterly consumed by ecstasy, his nerves tingling, every muscle in his body screaming for release, his body writhing and twisting, his limbs jerking uncontrollably. His cock pulsated and throbbed, continuous spurts of pearly arousal shooting from his slit, the floor beneath him becoming slippery. He was making a mess everywhere, the puddle beneath him growing larger, his thighs and calves drenched. "Aaaah-ha.. ha-ahh.. ahnnn-h-haaah!" Choso wailed as he came down from his high, his cock pulsating and throbbing, the vibrator continuing to hum, the sound reverberating throughout the room, his ears ringing, his body shaking violently. "N-nggh, I c-c-can't h-hand-le it..!" He stuttered, his voice cracking, his vision blurred, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was panting heavily, a gasp of relief escaping his mouth as the vibrator was removed, his hole clenching and unclenching, a shudder rippling through his soul. His arms and legs were numb, his fingers tingling, his knees bruised from where he had been kneeling. "Oh.." he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut, his heart rate slowing, his breathing evening out, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

"Poor thing, you're absolutely filthy.." You tutted, running your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Choso whined softly, his face heating up, his cheeks burning, a deep crimson flush covering his entire face. "So messy.." You added, trailing your fingertips down his back, tracing the outline of his spine, pressing down slightly. He flinched, a whimper escaping his mouth, his body tensing up. You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. "I'll clean you up, don't worry.."

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔, and his friends always tease him about it.

Eren and his boys—Jean, Connie, and Armin—spent four days together in Miami, Florida. It was a much needed trip, and each of them wanted to focus solely on spending money, having fun, and meeting beautiful women.

Except Eren.

He enjoyed ziplining over pools, drinking at clubs, going to the beach, and eating nearly all of the complimentary hotel breakfast food with Connie by his side, who started stuffing fruits and cups of cereal—with no milk, as he forgot, of course—into his clothes once the staff told him breakfast would end in ten minutes.

Even so, as he sat in the hotel’s dining area that had a light aroma of stale coffee and sunscreen, he missed you desperately.

Armin, who sat down at the little table across from Eren with his muffin, fruit, and eggs, could tell that his best friend was upset by the way he stirred his own scrambled eggs around on his plate, but not actually eating them.

“Don’t worry,” Armin looked up at his friend after taking a sip of his orange juice—Armin loved hotel orange juice, and Eren hated it—and the blue-eyed boy flashed a reassuring smile. “We’re going home tomorrow, so you’ll get to see her soon.”

“Yeah,” Eren mumbled.

“Maybe you could FaceTime her before we leave for the day,” Armin suggested. After all, jet skiing and scuba diving were on the agenda, and he truly wanted Eren to enjoy it.

“I already talked to her twenty minutes ago,” Eren sighed, slouching back in his chair. “It only made me miss her even more. She has a new hairstyle and everything.”

“Eren,” Armin slowly chewed on a strawberry as he blinked. “It’s only been a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Eren pinched the bridge of his nose, and that’s when Connie and Jean joined them at their table.

“Guess what,” Connie grinned, placing two packed plates of food on the table. “They said we can sit here and eat as long as we want even after they stop serving breakfast, but we just can’t go back for seconds.”

“Connie grabbed every fucking thing he saw,” Jean frowned, grabbing a seat next to Armin.

“Hell yeah,” Connie picked up a grape, tossing it at Jean’s head. “So don’t be shy, grab whatever you want and eat up!”

“Don’t throw the grapes,” Armin said. “They’re delicious, so try not to waste them.”

“Loosen up, will you?” Jean frowned, breaking his hash brown into pieces before diving right in.

“I’ll loosen up once I know everything’s going according to plan,” Armin paused. “I mean, someone has to make sure we’re on schedule. It’s our last day here, so if we miss something, we won’t get another chance to do it.”

“The hell does that have to do with throwing grapes?” Connie said, earning a laugh from Jean.

Jean ruffled Armin’s blonde hair. “Don’t worry, we know you love the beach. We’re not gonna miss anything, alright? So just relax.”

“Right,” Armin smiled softly, “sorry.”

For a moment, everyone ate their food and engaged in somewhat polite chatter about today’s planned events.

“Alright, so we have our entire morning and afternoon planned,” Jean paused. “What are we doing tonight?”

Armin took that opportunity to bring the one silent member at their table into the conversation.

“Eren, is there anything you wanna do?”

“Yeah. Pack.”

And with that, Eren left the table, tossing his uneaten food in the garbage before heading back to the hotel room.

“Damn it, Connie,” Jean frowned. “I told you to let the guy bring his girlfriend.”

Connie tossed his arms up defensively, swallowing his food before he said, “go to Hell.”

—

As the day went on, Eren managed to have a bit of fun with his friends. Even so, as he swam with colorful fish and zoomed across the sea, a tingle of pain would shoot through his heart whenever he remembered that you weren’t with him, experiencing all of the bucket-list worthy adventures by his side.

As the group headed home in Jean’s SUV, Eren sat in the backseat besides Connie. He pressed his head against the foggy window, looking out at the orange streetlights passing by.

“Eren,” Connie fought back a laugh, pulling his phone out to record the pouting man. “Why are you acting like you’re in a R&B music video right now?”

“Shut up, Constance.” Eren effortlessly tossed his hand out and smacked Connie’s tattooed arm.

Connie quickly ended the recording.

“I’m gonna drop Eren off first,” Jean said, gripping the steering wheel as he made a left turn, “I really think he might die if he doesn’t get to Y/N soon.”

“Turn left again,” Armin said, directing Jean from the passenger seat. “But guys, leave him alone. Y/N’s lovely. None of us can understand what he’s going through because the three of us are single.”

“Thank you, Armin,” Eren said.

Eren folded his arms across his chest, continuing to sulk like a kid who just had their favorite toy taken away.

But, once Jean turned down a familiar street, the depressed man instantly perked up.

“You’re grinning like a toddler, dude,” Connie teased, but Eren ignored him, gripping the door handle tightly.

Jean tugged on his hat, slowing down as he pulled up in front of your home. However, before Jean could come to a complete stop, Eren started to jump out of the car.

“Eren! Be careful!” Armin warned as Jean slammed on the brakes. His warning was utterly useless, as Eren was already halfway through your front yard by the time the words fell from Armin’s lips.

“You forgot your bags!” Jean shouted, rolling down his window. “Didn’t shut my damn door, either.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door, having heard all of the commotion outside. And when you smiled, all of Eren’s friends could easily see why he was so in love with you.

Eren nearly knocked you over once he finally made it into your arms, a big smile spreading across that beautiful face of his. He showered your forehead and cheek with kisses as he inhaled your comforting scent.

“I missed you so much,” he said.

“I can tell,” you teased, hugging the tall man back. “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from the hug only to cup your face with his large hands. He kissed your lips softly, melting over the touch he had craved for days.

“I’m not going anywhere without you ever again. I don’t care if it’s the grocery store or to the living room,” Eren mumbled against your lips, and you giggled softly.

“Hey!” Jean suddenly honked his horn. “You’ve seen her, now come get your stuff!”

“In a minute,” Eren shouted back, flipping the driver off.

He just had to stare at that gorgeous face of yours for a few more minutes, and who could blame him? He was madly in love with you.

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this is pt.2, pt.1

Toji, Kento, Satoru, Geto

TOJI

good fuckin slut

sweet little honey on the road

“Daddy will be home soon, baby...”

virgin killer

KENTO

all yours

bounce on your husband's cock, baby

making you feel good

after a long day

SATORU

the strongest bouncing you on his strongest

distracted in the kitchen

gift after a mission

take it then

GETO

you're so perfect...

my perfect fucktoy.

fucking the teacher for a better grade

turning you into his little cockcrazy monkey

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒

With: Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, and Choso Kamo

CW: slight fem! coded reader, chasity cages, masochism/small amount of impact play, subspace, frottage, pegging/bottom m! characters, bottom! reader, bondage, non sexual submission, dedgration, use of names "whore, slut, dog, pathetic", choking, breeding, punishments, face slapping, gags, drool, marking

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I have been wanting to make this for soooooo long. Just for me to kinda info dump on you guys how I see them. I will def do a part two with aged up! characters, but I know a lot of ppl arent into that, so I decided to split them up <3

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

— Satoru Gojo is the whinest, neediest person on this list. He constantly wants your attention and gets easily peeved when you look away from him, even for a second. Also has the highest sex drive, so he is constantly scouting for places to have quickies — he can't help but want to take a break from the real world.

— He is pretty vocal, starting off with grunts and breathless pants until he gets closer to cumming, and his breaths turn into high-pitched whimpers. He also has a thing for begging and being obnoxiously loud sometimes, but it's all for show, and he only does it so that you give him more attention.

— Punishments usually are chastity. Going two weeks without sex makes him lose his mind, and by day six, he is pawing at you or grinding his clothed cock against you. It's cute, but it usually doesn't last long, considering the two of you will occasionally be in public when he gets especially needy. He's not ashamed to subtly rub himself against you.

— I think this is a debated subject a little bit, but I actually think the Satoru has a preference for to bottom! It doesn't always have to involve pegging. Sometimes, he just likes heated makeout sessions while you simultaneously thrust a toy in and out of him. It makes everything more sensitive for him, and he always lets the cutest little mewls into your mouth.

— I do think he has a thing for pain. Not a super big one, but his eyes may roll back if you leave scratch marks down his back, and he may one time or another ask you to step on his cock. He likes how airheaded it makes him feel — his whole body seems to be on fire from the pain, and it's all that he can think about. It's when he is in pain that he actually lets out moans rather than whimpers from when he is in pleasure.

— Gojo is definitely willing to try a multitude of things and has actually done a lot of research on different things. So, the two of you have done a variety of kinky roleplays and bought too many toys.

— He also has a massive thing for intimacy, likes to be touched constantly, or his hands need to be on you in some way or another. Even if you are mean to him (as he asks), he likes it when you somehow find a way to incorporate something that shows you love him.

Likes: kissing, impact play, roleplay, slight exhibition, anal play, mirror sex, light degredation, objectification.

Dislikes: chastity cages, orgasm denial, edging, when you tell him that you are too busy.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

— Sukuna is by far the least submissive man on this list. He makes you work hard for his submission. It is something that needs to be worked for, something to strive for. So, it may take hours for him to finally unravel and bare his neck to you. And even when he does, he may still bark insults because he likes seeing you mad.

— He is vocal in that he never seems to stop talking. He constantly wants to egg you on to see how far he can push you. But as long as you remain level-headed, you will have the upper hand. The second your temper gets the better of you, Sukuna will be back to basically bullying you.

— When you do slowly and carefully ease him into submission, using specific words that will not hurt his pride, he is overall pretty good. He is very needy in the aspects of his pleasure and a bit of a pillow prince, but not horrible. 

— Moans and grunts are only released after you work hard for them. But they are cute nonetheless, low and pitch, but occasionally if you pinch his nipples or lightly slap his cock, a broken whine falls from his lips. But dont comment on the cute sounds, or he will bite his lip for the rest of the session just to spite you.

— The thought of "punishments" makes Sukuna laugh, so he doesn't technically get punished very often. Although, an easy way for him to fall into the subspace is through an intense amount of sickly sweet praise. He hates that being called a "good" or a "sweet" boy makes his head turn to mush.

— Like said before, he is pretty selfish in bed (lol). He wants the attention to be on him 24/7. He wants to be touched as much as possible and to have as much orgasms as he can. So, if you ask him to return the favor, he may grumble just a little bit before getting to his task. But you dont mind it too much, since his pouting is quite cute.

— Bondage is a surprising turn-on for Sukuna. You tied his arms and legs up one time and even put a blindfold on him, and instant lucky he was so turned that pre began to leak from his cock. It only happens on rare occasions, considering it is a little overwhelming for him, but the noises he lets out are beautiful.

Likes: bondage, praise (never admits it), overstimulation, nipple play, when you refer to him as "Lord Sukuna", making you do all the work.

Dislikes: degredation, giving head, exhibition, when you try to bring your sex roles into your day to day life, edging.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

— Nanami is a living, breathing service sub, and I will never change my mind about this. I think he incorporates it into your day-to-day life as well, whether it be preparing you a bath, cooking you food, or anything that will get him the "You are so sweet, Kento, I love you." that makes his cheeks twinge red.

— That being said, when you are the one pleasuring him, he gets all stiff and nervous. His body flushes a dark shade of red, and he squeezes his eyes shut while trying to hold back his small whimpers. It takes him a couple of minutes to relax because he enjoys the affection, but all the attention on him makes him slightly nervous.

— But the second he is kneeling in front of you with his head in between your thighs, he is as confident as ever. Although he keeps a straight face, whenever he hears your moans from his work, he swears if he had a tail, it would be wagging profusely. Nothing gets him more excited than hearing that he is pleasing you.

— Non-sexual submission is also something he practices at home with your approval. As said before, he will take on chores just to please you and often will kneel in front of you just so you can praise him. It makes all the stresses of his day-to-day life melt away when you treat him so kindly, and he will oftentimes fall asleep to you murmuring how good he is for you.

— Kento doesn't get punishments often because he never really deserves punishments. But, sometimes he will overwork himself, and when he comes home exhausted, you are the one to pamper him instead, which he finds incredibly embarrassing. Washing his hair for him in the bath and massaging his tight muscles always leaves him so confused because, on one hand, he loves it, but he also is asking to return the favor almost every second because it just feels unnatural to him.

— When he doesn't feel like having sex but is still feeling submissive, he will just kneel in front of you while you sit on the couch. It makes him feel comforted and safe, especially when you pet his hair. He usually doesn't talk much when he is in the subspace, so you have to guess his needs, considering he will always just follow what you say without a doubt in mind.

— He is also very intimate and wants everything to be done out of love. Soft touches are essential to him, and even just vanilla sex, most of the time, really does it for him. He just wants to show how much he loves and appreciates you all the time :(

Likes: praise, giving head, soft touches, gentle handjobs, kneeling, nonsexual submission, light objectification.

Dislikes: when the attention is on him completely, impact play, degradation, blindfolds, punishments

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

— In the bluntest way possible and exactly how almost everyone sees him, Toji is a massive brat. He is a kinda do what he wants type of man but then expects you to accommodate for his bratty behavior. Also would be really into being your sugar baby if you do have money.

— He is a top through and through, but he prefers you to ride him. Likes it when you choke him, too, makes him feel lightheaded and woozy while he gazes up at you with near hearts in his eyes.

— You find out pretty early on that he is into face-slapping. It was just in the spur of the moment when you struck him across the face when he tried to taunt you, and suddenly that man went eerily silent while he traced his burning cheek with wide eyes. You didn't ask before you did it again, and the second time, he had cum from the sensation.

— Likes his partners a little mean and harsh. It keeps it entertaining, and following a strict set of guidelines is incredibly difficult for him, so he often gets punished for it. But still, when the punishments get so bad that even he finds them unpleasurable, he will follow your rules (that sometimes lead into his daily life) without too much of a fuss.

— He doesn't make much noise, apart from his hisses of pain from punishments. His breaths do get quicker when he is close to orgasming, and a cracked whine may be let out when you overstimulate him. Other than that, he is relatively quiet, and instead, he shows that he is in pleasure by his eyes rolling back and his legs occasionally twitching. It's cute.

— Back to the mean partner thing, he does love degrading. When you say things so mean, he gulps and has to look away from the harshness of your stare. Toji likes to be called a variety of nicknames like whore, slut, dog, skum, and pathetic. And whenever he hears them, he just lets out a low laugh and shakes his head, but blood rushes straight to his groin.

— He doesn't want it to be super intimate unless he is in a deep, committed relationship with you. So, in the beginning, he may not want to kiss you that often or want to be held, but if/when he falls for you, you better give this man the best aftercare EVER!!!! He will engulf you in a hug and not let you go, whether you like it or not.

Likes: dedgredation, choking, riding him, spitting in his mouth, minimum bondage,.....breeding

Dislikes: anal play, sickly sweet praise, anything too romantic if you guys are in a new relationship

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

— The universal token sub of the JJK fandom !!!! He is adorable and super well-behaved but a little bit needy. He wants to be loved and praised, pampered even. It's cute, though, and you dont mind spoiling him because he is well-behaved.

— He is very puppy-coded, but not in the way of how energetic he is, more so in the way he is constantly looking for your approval. Constantly asking if he is doing alright and if you feel good. But he also gets so shy and nervous no matter how many times you have done it. He just likes you so much he can't help but be embarrassed when his heart seems pounding out of his chest!

— Likes to be kissed a lot, everywhere if possible. Marking is a huge thing for him, and he will hundred percent whimper whenever you leave a hickey on him. But he can never wait to go to the bathroom afterward so that he can see all the places you marked him, wearing the biggest blush on his face but completely content. It shows that you love him, and the reassurance sends his head spinning.

— Choso also likes oral, both receiving and giving. Although he does have a preference of receiving just because whenever he sees you in between his legs, he thinks it is the hottest thing ever. And your mouth always does such wonderful things, so he can't help but grab onto your hair and moan out. But he is always excited to return to the favor and is very passionate about his "work."

— The curse is unbelievably loud. To the point where you were shocked when you first heard him and thought he was faking it. Because he isn't very talkative in everyday life so hearing his loud gasp and shaky whimpers every time you touch him is such a treat. Although he may wake the neighbors with how loud he moans when he cums…

— Which brings us to the use of gags! He both hates and loves them, but you find him the prettiest with drool rolling down his chin. The dark-haired man always tries to talk with one in his mouth, but it always comes out gargled and makes him cry from humiliation. But as long as you kiss him and reassure him that he looks very cute with it on, he won't whine too much.

— The mere idea of a punishment nearly sends him into a panic attack. The idea of you being upset with him for something makes him want to splutter out a handful of apologies until you forgive him. You can't even try to degrade him because it truly will make him cry and plead for you to let him get back in his good graces. So he always is on his best behavior, which is never hard for him.

Likes: Praise, hickies, gags, slight humiliation, "good boy", oral, blindfolds, and hanjobs while kissing

Dislikes: Punishments, degradation, impact play, overstimulation, neglect play