Tonight M Thinking Abt Mitsuya N His Raging Breeding Kink

AHHAHA idk if when ka mag oopen ng reqs pero mag ddrop na ako in advance kasi na eexcited na me, imagine scarlet witch! teen fushiguro! reader playing guitar, drums and teen fushiguro practicing in her room while jjk students, sukuna, papa satoru and papa toji caught her playing and singing at the same time tapos yung mga reaction nila like "wow i didn't [name] can sing and play like this" "wow i didn't knoa Kikufuku can sing like this" yun lang tapos na. chu sana mapansin i love ur oneshot series a lot im gonna expose myself i always reread ur shots everyday bcs ang wholesome mwah take care always <33 - nini

jjk characters when scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader has other talents

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major themes of fluff, mentions of calloused fingers due to musical instruments

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x teen! reader, dad! fushiguro toji x teen! reader, platonic! sukuna x teen! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x teen! reader

hello nini my beloved! sorry for the long wait :) thank you for requesting and for being patient, enjoy reading ♡

you never told anyone about your other talents, since you've kept it as a secret, and well, that's because you didn't want to tell them yet. more importantly, you wanted to show them yourself, but you still haven't mastered the piece you've been secretly working on.

the easy part was hiding it, because you have chaos magic, which can warp reality and grant you the ability to transmute or morph things at the molecular level into whatever you want. despite how dangerous that sounded, you mostly used your magic in your room. as soon as you walk into the bedroom, you customize it to your liking. the small room with only a bed, desk, wardrobe, and a few shelves is transformed into an incredibly spacious room with your own little studio and musical instruments such as a drum set, guitars, and even a piano.

gojo, toji, sukuna, and even the first- and second-year students, including your older brother, didn't notice it at first, but they gradually realized how distant you became with them. you would excuse yourself whenever you had the opportunity, claiming that you had homework or studying to do, but they soon realized that you continued to use that excuse even during a school break.

at first, they were like, "wow, [name]-chan sure is studious. it's already summer break and she's still studying???" (;° ロ°)

because you live with your adoptive father, gojo, rather than your biological father, toji, he was the first to notice things. gojo and you were eating dinner together as usual when he noticed calluses on your fingers and became concerned.

"kikufuku! your hands! what happened?" gojo immediately dropped his eating utensils to hold your hands after noticing how rough they had become.

you would simply shrug it off with a laugh, saying something like, "oh, this? it's nothing. i've been writing so much for school lately."

gojo was beginning to doubt you at this point. "these calluses on your fingers didn't look like it was from writing though, and it's also school break; why are you studying so much?"

"oh, you know, so i don't forget concepts and stuff, and well, to mentally prepare myself for the next semester... i just like remembering stuff." you were sweating bullets at this point too, but fortunately, gojo bought it, for now.

gojo isn't going to say anything, but he's been watching over you more than usual since then, worried that your chaos magic was wearing down your fingers or something. he doesn't understand why you've been so distant with him and everyone else lately. you were so busy that your poor father began to miss you and became increasingly concerned with each passing day.

eventually, the day had finally come wherein gojo and everyone else had found out exactly what you were up to, and they were stunned. everyone was over at your house because you were supposed to have a little get-together, but you forgot about that because you were busy inside your bedroom.

"hey, where's [name]?" toji quipped, noticing the lack of your presence, having grown used to seeing you around especially when he or other guests like megumi was over.

"don't tell me she's studying again." megumi drew out a long breath of sigh, folding his arms across his chest.

"tch, i say we should see for ourselves what that brat is exactly up to. she stopped visiting me too." sukuna appeared on yuuji's cheekbone as an eye and mouth.

"wow, even sukuna misses [name]-chan." nobara snickered, causing the curse king to scowl at her.

"i do not miss that brat! it's been really peaceful since she stopped bothering me." sukuna retorted defensively.

with curiosity getting the best of them, they agreed to sukuna's suggestion and headed upstairs to your room, and immediately caught wind of a music playing, particularly a rock band of sorts, from your room. as soon as gojo got a hold of your door's knob, he realized how loud the music was because it was vibrating.

without wasting anymore time, he twisted your door open and pushed it open, and found him and everyone else in for a surprise. just as they were expecting you to blast loud music, you were the one playing.

everyone stared at the bedroom in awe. they were used to being small, becoming as big as a music studio. you were standing in front of a microphone, strumming a scarlet electric guitar, simultaneously singing lyrics that they hadn't heard before, but what surprised them even more was how you were astral projecting your soul, who looked like a phantom version of you, into skillfully playing drums to accompany your guitar and singing.

"yami wo haratte, yami wo haratte, yoru no tobari ga oritara aizu da, aitai shite mawaru kanjousen, zaregoto nado wa hakisute ike to, mada tomenaide mada tomenaide, dare yori mo satoku aru machi ni umareshi kono shoutai wo, ima wa tada noroi norowareta boku no mirai wo souzou shite."

as gojo stood there in awe together with toji, megumi, and the rest of his students, he realized where the calluses on your hands had come from and as to why you have been so busy, and he couldn't believe it.

"i didn't know kikufuku can sing like this." the limitless sorcerer blinked profusely behind his blindfold.

"me neither. [name] never told me that she can play the guitar or drums." toji exclaimed.

the way you sang and hit each note and beat so elegantly whilst also adding spice to your playing by having your astral projected phantom skilfully flip the drumsticks in mid-air and promptly catch them before striking and doing a little twirl as you strummed your electric guitar while singing with your eyes closed had their mouths hanging agape. even sukuna, the king of curses, was in awe. everyone felt as if they were watching a famous singer or band live. 

by the time you stopped playing and singing, only then you had realized that gojo, toji, megumi and the jujutsu tech students had been standing in your room the entire time when they rounded you an applause, causing you to stumble backwards and dissipate the soul you had been astral projecting.

"d-dad? everyone?!" you tripped over a wire and fell on your bum, making gojo and toji run to your aid.

"are you okay, angel?" toji chuckled softly, gently grabbing your arm to sit you up together with gojo as the students loomed over in concern.

"what are you guys doing here?" you squeaked, feeling your face burn into a beet red color. "ah! this is bad, you weren't supposed to see everything. i haven't mastered the tabs yet, all of that was just a practice!"

"you were just practicing? you were so cool, [name]-chan!" nobara exclaimed with a wonderstruck gaze.

"so, this is why you've been busy, huh?" megumi shook his head, smiling ever so softly at you.

"how long have you been playing, huh? why didn't you tell us?!" gojo whined, a childish pout crossing his features as he pinched your cheeks.

"sorry for not saying anything! i really am!" you gently swat away gojo's hands from your cheeks, stifling a fit of laughter before sighing. "i wanted to surprise you all. i've been meaning to tell you guys, but i figured it would be better if i showed you."

"so, that's why!" yuuji dropped his clenched fist onto his open palm. "geez, you had us worried you know!"

"that song you were playing earlier, brat. did you compose that?" sukuna spoke up, inquiring.

"yeah, i wrote it." you answered rather meekly, averting your eyes away from everyone as a chuckle erupted from your throat.

"you write songs too?!" the students shouted in disbelief. "that's amazing!"

"it's just one song though! i entitled the song as kaikai kitan. i've been working on another song i named lost in paradise, but i still haven't been able to come up with a good melody for it." you explained, smiling.

you were instantly engulfed into gojo's embrace. gojo practically peppered your face in kisses as he gazed at you, "my talented kikufuku! i'm so so proud of you. even though you were just practicing earlier, you sounded great!"

"keep it up, angel. i'm proud of you too." toji extended a hand out towards you and ruffled your hair affectionately.

ever since then, you openly play songs and pieces around them. you even got them to play with you; gojo and megumi with the piano, yuuji with the electric guitar, nobara and toji with the drums. they wholeheartedly supported this talent of yours and gladly offered constructive criticism whenever you asked for it while you were working on a new song or trying out something new to cover. 

expect them to be your biggest fans as soon as you started playing instruments and singing during school events. everyone's hyping you up so much, and your school would be so confused as to why you have so many visitors outside the school. 

apart from jujutsu-related things, music had become a new thing for you and your family to bond over, and it made your heart incredibly happy.

devilish ; sukuna

starring . . . RYŌMEN SUKUNA

includes . . . true form sukuna, bottom! reader, size kink is heavily implied, mention of mirror sex, so much cum lmao, cum eating/sharing? lmk if i missed anything!

notes . . . rae @kagejima got me hooked on true form sukuna! and i cannot stop thinking abt her true form sukuna work like ON GOD she brought out the monster fucker in me 🤧 and yes the title is based on the chase atlantic song since idk what to title this sgsjdj

thinking about true form sukuna who flaunts the size difference between you two that even if you're big yourself or tall, he's certainly dwarfing you whenever he stood behind you — two sets of big muscular arms wrapping around your waist as he hugs you closer to him, feeling every hard ridge of his muscles as he chuckles whenever he thinks about how cute and tiny you are.

his hands are so huge that they can literally fit your whole head in them. he thinks it's adorable whenever you held hands as he can clearly see how small yours are, but he likes it, how his huge frame can protect you and keep you safe, can keep you warm on cold days.

sukuna especially loves it when those same huge hands of his are gripping your hips to help you bounce up and down his lap, watching you struggle to take in both of his equally massive cocks inside you at first with a smirk. training you every day to take him until you can fuck him so good that your cries of “too much! c-can't take it!” turns into, “s'good! feel so full, 'kuna.”

it's making your head spin every time you both fuck, sukuna in his true form is truly a glorious and sinful sight to behold. to tease you further, he'll even fuck you in front of a mirror just to let you see how good you're taking him, see how huge he was compared to your tiny body being fucked dumb.

and god, seeing his huge precum leak out of your pussy with every thrust of his hips and the delicious drag of his cock massaging your insides is so good you never want it to end. the sensation making you roll your eyes to the back of your head, mouth hanging open with your tongue sticking out.

in your state, sukuna takes it as an opportunity to absolutely ravage you and ruin you until no one can make you feel good but him — only craving him and his insanely towering frame and monster cocks.

when he cums, you swore you can taste it in your mouth. it's so thick and it's so much that you both won't finish without the two of you being covered in his sticky cum. he'd even lick some off you and kiss you messily, tongues clashing with the taste of the two of you lingering on both of your mouths.

unholy: tokyo revengers

Timeskip! Shiba Taiju

Bonten! Akaashi Takeomi

Bonten! Haitani Ran

Toman Timeslip! Hanma Shuji

unholy: jujutsu kaisen

Biker! Sukuna

Yakuza! Gojo

Au! Fushiguro Toji

chaos

platonic! jujutsu kaisen x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! fem! reader

masterlist

"your daughter is the scarlet witch. a being not born, but forged from chaos.

she's unique from the rest of her versions. it intrigues me to find out what path she will take in this one. will she ask me to mentor her again? will she create another reality? who knows? it's exciting and frightening at the same time."

synopsis:

you were the youngest child of fushiguro, toji.

you were also born with exceptional cursed energy, or so they thought.

before your father took his last breath, he left you in gojo's care.

little did you know that it was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster of chaos and heart attacks for you and your father-figure, gojo satoru.

warning:

major manga/anime spoilers—along with wandavision, mcu wanda maximoff in general; themes of angst, sad and fluff.

this is going to be a crack themed series, consisting of scenarios and headcanons as requested :) do note that the portrayal of the jjk characters might be ooc!

there is no accurate timeline or year gaps so please don't attack me with "why is scarlet bb fushiguro still a baby when gojo got her around the time toji died, and then cue timeskip". this is a oneshot series and a crossover, and all of it is dependent on the request sent at my inbox :D

check requests status and about & masterlist before requesting.

inspiration:

this oneshot series is inspired by @thera-daydreams' the sweet old lady is a witch series, along with the amount of platonic headcanons and scenarios i've read under 'jjk x reader' tags. ya'll better check out thera's series, it is well-written and highly recommended to read and reblog :)

playlist:

kiss later, yeojin/loona

russian roulette, red velvet

baby shark, pinkfong

sports, beach bunny

the feels, twice

the collection:

general headcanon — reader goes missing for a week ; reader goes to jujutsu high and kicks ass ; reader makes people see their fears ; reader tearfully wants a mommy ; reader has trouble making friends ; reader's obsession with the baby shark song ; reader remembers who toji is to her ; reader gets rid of gravity in her sleep ; reader's mental manipulation ; possible evil! reader in the making? ; evil! reader part two ; reader loses her first tooth ; how reader spends christmas ; reader wants to marry ; reader's first boyfriend ; reader's domain expansion ; reader gets exhausted after using chaos magic too much ; reader's first crush ; reader gets attacked by people who wants her powers ; reader's birthday celebration at disneyland ; reader's first heartbreak ; reader gets jealous ; reader on her period ; reader's first cuss word

jjk students — 1st years + sukuna babysit reader ; 1st years loses the reader in public ; 2nd years + yuta babysits reader ; reader accidentally teleports to where yuta is

brother! fushiguro megumi — megumi with a clingy! reader ; a day with megumi ; megumi meets you for the first time ; megumi and gojo sees someone confessing to teenager reader

sister! fushiguro tsumiki — general headcanon for sister! tsumiki

dad! gojo satoru — general headcanon for dad! gojo ; gojo meets reader for the first time ; gojo finds out the truth ; reader gets in trouble by gojo ; gojo takes care of sick! reader ; gojo takes a week off because reader missed him ; reader gets scared of insane/feral!gojo ; gojo nearly loses reader ; reader magics gojo ; gojo raises his voice at reader ; jealous! gojo fights toji ; gojo becomes clingy and whiny when reader gets a boyfriend ; gojo neglects reader ; gojo's nighttime routine with reader ; gojo being too overprotective and controlling

uncle! nanami kento — uncle! nanami headcanons ; nanami meets reader for the first time ; nanami and gojo helps reader overcome her fear

dad! fushiguro toji — dad! toji headcanons ; reader meets toji ; reader prefers toji instead of the others ; toji fights gojo for reader

platonic! ryomen sukuna — sukuna babysits reader ; sukuna babysits reader part two

uncle! geto suguru — uncle! geto suguru headcanon ; geto, jogo & mahito meets reader ; geto takes reader home

mama-figure! iori utahime — reader calls utahime mama ; reader asks utahime and gojo when are they going to kiss

other versions of reader that is either older or not a fushiguro — older and gojo reader ends up in baby fushiguro's universe ; reader meets the older and other version of themselves ; reader travels to a parallel universe ; reader meets the other gojo and scarlet witch who happens to be his younger sister

jjk x tokyorev — reader meets and joins tokyo manji gang ; teenager reader is dating sano manjiro ; reader and the first years save toman from a curse

Repent your sins

ꕥ Pairing : demon!Sukuna x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : maybe praying in an abandoned church isn’t the best way to show your love to god.

ꕥ Word count : 1.8k

ꕥ TW : EXTREME BLASPHEMY, religious themes, profanity, mentions of idols, degrading, body possession, blood kink, blood play, therianthropy, necrophilia (ig sukuna is like dead spirit or smth), pelargonium x reader, damage to the holy cross, sex in a holy place, smut, unprepped pussy, forced sex, rape, non con, slight dub con (y/n gets possessed), indoctrination, corruption kink, virginity taking, manipulation, heresy, extreme religious offence, pejorative language, Dom! Sukuna, spirits, mocking language, quite graphic, don’t read it easily offended or easily upset, paranoia, sadism, face slapping, smut, probs a lot others read at own risk. 18+

Cold wind whisked through your hair as your flat shoes began getting drenched from the feeling of the rain under you. You trying your hardest to run as hard and as fast as you could. The time was almost 3am. You had only 10 minutes to pray. You needed to repent. Quick and fast.

Arriving at the closed off church you quickly walked inside, getting on your knees and cupping your hands infront of one of the beautiful monarch windows, an ancient bible kept safe in a glass box as you hung your head low in shame.

‘May god forgive me for my sins for thou shall not commit potential idolatry again. Jesus is my saviour and may the lord consider my apologies.’

You almost cried at the thought of what you did today, considering the way you compared the work to the thought of god himself. The beautiful picture mounted of a man on the wall, hung high in an archaic museum, wondering intrusive thoughts of other spirits above rebelling you against your forever faith.

You were the only person in this church, you always were. The place was abandoned over 2 century’s ago. Nobody stepping foot in a place considered to be haunted by the spirit of lucifer. But you always found comfort in this place, the way the beautiful mosaic still stood tall, the way paths and benches were so amazingly carved to fit the place. The way you felt so much closer with god every time you were in the presence.

Nobody came here, ever. The church was desolate. The woods and trees wrapping around it, nobody was within 20 miles from here.

You devoted yourself at such a young age, praying every day. Hoping you earnt yourself a place in the paradise above. Modest clothes draping down to your ankles scarf draped around your neck as the only skin of you showing was the slight colour of your chest, highlighting the glistening cross low around your throat.

‘I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart…I have overc-‘

‘Boo.’

Your heart dropped at the feeling of someone behind you, your head whipped around to see the door creaked open, little strikes of lightning filling up the room as you could hardly make out the face of the lean body watching you. Red sore lips, covering the teeth of a demon. Sharp and broad. Their foot rested against the wall as they peered at you. Taking in your kneeled figure.

‘Scared you did I?’ The strange man chuckled, nearing towards you, small steps being taken making you push yourself closer and closer towards the back of the bench, dress now dirty from the dirt of the floor.’

‘W-who are you…’

‘Hm…didn’t think you’d still be here y/n. When the clock turns 3, you should be resting…breaking your one devoted rule now are you?’

Your eyes widened at the realisation of his words. The strike of 3… the devils hour. Your blood went cold as you could feel his predatory stare take in the way fear prodded at your every bone.

‘How do you know my name. ANSWER ME?!’

‘The armour of god… it took me for a shock when I heard there’s still devoted saviours like you. God forgives all those who accept him, idolatry seems to one of the worser sins…’ he muttered to himself, analysing you and your forever faith. The closer he got the scarier he seemed. Broad torn body, evil, possessed eyes, you could see his forever rebellion in the eyes of the saviour. He looked like a demon.

‘Sukuna. Might come a shock to you if I released my identity so soon…im a fallen angel…’

This must be a lie, surely? God has your side, what is this sick twisted joke.

‘Shutup you lycanthrope. A full moon doesn’t dismiss me from the powers our saviour keeps.’

‘I’m not a werewolf you freak.’ He laughed at your idiocy, you were so paranoid, so mind blown at the sight of him infront of you.

He was unreal, the way he crouched so close to your body. Your eyes not daring to stare into his, afraid of the indoctrination he holds beneath those empty sockets, however the more you really got to look at him, the normality hit you. He had two arms, two legs… two working eyes. Scars ripped from under his skin as his sharp tongue leaked out to play with his canines. Greed in the way he took you in.

‘Wow, I really got lucky with you hm? Your beautiful. Just wished you showed more of that delectable skin.’ He inhaled deeply, taking in the stench of fear attached to you.

‘You insane freak. Touch me and you’ll be punished.’ You commanded. Teeth gritted angry at the sight of his perversion.

Suddenly, his hand moved towards your neck, playing with the metal of the necklace, analysing it with his eyes, the way the metal of it glistened under his touch…then dragging it off you quickly as the cross collided with the filthy floor. You were gobsmacked by his audacity.

‘Oops… Hear that?… Yep nor do I, seems like even in the holiest of places god is not by your side.’

He laughed at his filthy remarks, pure disregard for you. You began to whimper at the idea of what’s about to happen next. Quickly your hand was grabbed, fingers rubbed and played with in his grasp as his lips move to latch onto your neck, purple marks engraved within you.

‘You pagan infidel. GET OF- AHHH!’ You felt yourself scream at the feeling of his sharp teeth sinking into your skin, blood leaking from the two new holes in your neck as he quickly thrown you flat on the floor, body effortlessly climbing onto of yours, arms pinned flat down above your head.

‘I like my victims bratty. I’m gonna have so much fun with you baby.’ His lips quickly attached to yours as you could feel his legs move to quickly separate yours, one finger nail dragging down your dress, ripping it apart as the feeling of your arousal fuelled his senses, cat like yellow eyes turning completely black with the fulfilment of his lust blown pupils.

‘NO PLEASE… please no…’ you cried at the thought of fornication. Your virgin body not ready for the stripping of an insane spirit.

A hard slap almost bruised your face, skin then quickly being pinched as your eyes teared up.

‘You speak too much. Maybe you should’ve just submitted from the beginning.’

Doe like sight staring into his as he moved to kiss down your body, ripping every seam of it into pieces until your revealed in your underwear. Bra and panties white and pure, just how you were. He almost drooled at the sight of how vulnerable you were, blood dripping from your untouched skin as your brain rushed from confusion. Scarf in pieces around your beautiful hair.

His teeth clawed at your bra, snapping it apart as he moved to pinch at your nipples, Back arching at his rough human like skin. His morphing powers making him completely able to seduce you.

‘You got some pretty tits baby, you shouldn’t hide them as much as you do.’

‘UGH- STOP IT YOU PERVERT.’ You almost moaned, his feeling taking over your body as you unconsciously began pushing yourself lower onto his leg.

‘Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop it. Now keep still this might hurt a lot.’

His cock shoved inside of your unprepped pussy as you ripped a tear from the bottom of your chest, huge 10 inches slamming in and out of you at an insane speed, blood spewing onto the floor, as he grinned at the way your body became possessed, moans and screams slipping from you, attempting to fight back the capture method he’s using to take over your body.

‘Shit- you look so much better like this. Such pretty eyes you have baby.’ His mouth moved to attach to your lips, you instantly reacting and kissing him back, numb forcefully submitted body drooling at the feeling of him. Love on your tongue.

‘W-what have you- AHh- done to me-‘ you manage to escape out your lips, scared at the way your visioning him. Harsh slaps thrown to your clit had your head spin, lips red from being sucked on so hard, blood drawing from your every sector. Your tits moving up and down as his eyes latched onto how your ass hole was gathering the mixture of slick and blood all together, so excited to be able to fuck your tight little hole later.

‘I told you I’m a fallen angel, and thanks to your mistakes, I’m making you mine’

You could hear his loud laugh from a mile out, menacing and cruel hips still snapping inside you at a cruel pace.

‘Mm- w-wha-ah-..’ you longed out, mind blank confused on what this tense knot building inside of you was.

‘Cum and your getting fucked until 3am tomorrow. Got it?’

‘Y-yes sir…’

‘Who owns you..’ he snarled, hissing through his teeth at how wet you are, how good your sucking him in despite being so unprepped.

‘Y-you’

‘Who?’

‘YOU- YOU YOU YOU- aaahh- please-‘ pleaseee…’ you babbled, back arching at the way his fingers played at the red circle inside you, so scared of misbehaving for him.

He grabbed your face, fingers pinching at your cheeks again as he turned to face the cross on the right of you, both of you staring at it as his face neared yours.

‘Whose your saviour bitch?’

‘..y-y-you sukuna..’ you sobbed, your body going numb, words leaving your mouth without any correlation behind it.

Sloppy wet noises filling the empty church, your begging was granted as he finally let you cum. You spilt all over him, squirting and creaming, juices being shot everywhere as he stared mesmerised at how you did that.

‘That was so sexy- your doing that again until I can see blood come out of you. Got it?’

‘Yeah…’ you breathed out exhausted and scared. Pulling out you groaned at the loss of feelings, hand reaching to wrap around his neck as you leant in for another kiss, body weakly used, loss of blood and illusion making you crazy. Your eyes still shot white through possession. Body doing insane things without your permission.

‘May the lord forgive thou who sins hm…’ he chuckled at his mocking language, seeing how well your eyes began draining, skin turning paler and tongue sharper with every spell he forced inside you. One arm wrapped around your waist making you rest your exhausted head on his shoulder.

‘Such a good girl you were…’

Dilf! Suna who fell in love you the minute he ran into you in the street

Dilf! Suna who immediately rizzed you up and gave you his number

Dilf! Suna who pretended like he didn't have kids but his ex wife dropped them off without him knowing.

Dilf! Suna who honestly panicked that you would leave because his age was shown by his teenage son standing at the door

Dilf! Suna who bought you a bunch of expensive gifts that showed up at you college dorm door to try and win you back (but he never lost you in the first place)

Dilf! Suna who took you on expensive trips oversees in grand hotels on your break

Dilf! Suna who would stuff you with his big cock on the king size hotel mattress

Dilf! Suna who begged you to marry him while he was balls deep inside your undergrad cunnie

Dilf! Suna who bought you a big diamond ring and showed you all his volleyball achievements

Dilf! Suna who fucked you on y'alls wedding night with his big Olympic gold metal around your neck

Dilf! Suna who really fell in love with you when he saw how good you were with his kids

Dilf! Suna who never pressured you to interact with his ex wife because he didn't wanna make you uncomfortable

Dilf! Suna who got you pregnant the night you graduated college

Dilf! Suna who brought all his friends over to shove in their faces the pretty young wife he had

Dilf! Suna who honestly became a better man beacuse of how tantalizing your pussy is

jake sully gripping your ass as support while he thrust

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* IT'S A MATCH! — jjk men on dating apps

// you've matched with: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen

summary: your experiences with the jjk men on various dating apps (hc and small blurb set) fem!reader warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex (all), breeding kink (nanami), public sex (gojo and geto), car sex (geto), praise kink (geto), nipple play (gojo), fem!receiving oral (sukuna), overstimulation (sukuna)

: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU

you match with gojo on HINGE!

listen, i—this man is hinge's exact target audience. his first photo is the most majestic, stunning photo you've ever seen (it was 100% taken by a professional photographer) and the rest of his photos are the most obscure, borderline concerning memes (what the fuck is onika burgers...?) combined with some... brow-raising prompt answers. "dating me is like: dating the most perfect angel princess supermodel superstar 🐬❤️‍🔥🤯🥰😋👑✨ ever" and "i go crazy for: some CRAZY sloppy top like gawk gawk 1000% vacuum seal special hmu"

he is so unserious. he leaves an interesting message on a photo of yours that he likes: "may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took your mom to the hospital to give birth to you" like ofc you match

he either messages you instantly or takes 5 business days, there is no in-between. you have three conversations going on simultaneously about different topics and at this point, you just wanna meet this man (get dicked down) and finally, he asks you out to go check that new cafe with gourmet pastries downtown!

gojo's got you crowded up against a brick wall outside of the cafe in broad daylight, sucking wet, sloppy marks into your neck and only continuing to migrate lower until he's pulling down a side of your shirt to reveal the soft material of your lacy bra. you're whining, looking around the alleyway in fear that one of the workers is going to step outside, "gojo... quit it, someone could come out any minute," but your actions betray your words, tugging on his hair to continue.

instead of acknowledging you, he takes a long sip out of his abomination of a drink, some iced caramel blended drink with fixings that made the barista earlier grumble under their breath, and comes back to one of your nipples with cold, cold lips that send a shock down your spine. "so fucking sweet. could taste you all day long."

you barely notice the way his other hand has sneaked down to the front of your jeans, hastily undoing the button and quickly descending to the where you need him most.

"you just gotta stay quiet. you can do that for me, yeah?"

: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU

you match with geto on TINDER!

when you swipe right on geto, you get one of those notifications that encourages you to super-like just because of how popular he is. he has some great photos, a few smiling ones with friends, one that shows off his impressive car, absolutely beaming with pride, but it's his last photo that makes you take the leap and super-like his profile. it's a mirror selfie of him after what looks like a hard and successful day at the gym, muscles flexed, hair tied back showing off his piercing, and looking so fucking delicious with a sheen of perspiration that makes him look otherworldly.

he's so good at keeping the conversation going, he compliments your top ten artists, and he even asks about the pet that you have in one of your selfies! it's all in great fun and you guys even exchange numbers and plan a date (dinner and a movie) within the next three days.

you guys don't even make it to the movie. your hand slides up against the fogged up glass window of his car, breaths coming out in irregular intervals as geto slams his dick up to make a home in your pussy. your hands are going every which way, lost and going insane with the sensation of him mercilessly bouncing you up and down, completely undressed while he still sits fully clothed in the driver's seat.

"f-fuck, good girl," geto grits his teeth, head thrown back like he's the one being tortured. "so fucking tight and wet and—holy shit, holy shit—"

at the uncontrolled praise, you moan wantonly, pussy clenching against his hard length as you reach even closer to your peak. "geto, 'm gonna cum, shit, please!"

when he looks back into your eyes, pupils blown wide and you feel your heart stutter at his next words. "who said you could cum yet?"

: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO

you match with nanami on BUMBLE!

it's a week before your sibling's wedding and you have no date! during the bachelorette party, wasted out of your mind, you come to the sad realization that you might just have to suffer through the ceremony and reception alone while surrounded by other people who are happily partnered up. what could possibly be worse?

nanami kento is the most put-together and successful man you see in the first half hour of swiping through the app. like holy fuck, why are you here? this man has carefully cultivated his profile to include a very tasteful bio, a set of photos that showcase a rare, smiling photo of him (courtesy of gojo), and has all his interests, career, what he's looking for, etc. you pause when you see that he has "wants children" under his family goals. you swipe right, because this man is exactly who you need to bring to a wedding.

throughout the wedding day, he's polite, respectful, and so fucking handsome in his custom-tailored suit. he somehow makes it onto 80% of the wedding photos and he's not even part of the family! and at the end of the night, when most of the wedding guests have gone home and it's just you and him slow dancing on the dance floor, you make a mental note to thank those other bridesmaids later.

at your hotel room, he's the opposite of polite and respectful but you think he looks so fucking handsome like this, fucking you from behind and forcing you to look at the mess you've made in the mirror. his hands, god his fucking hands, are driving you crazy, one hand wrapped around the length of your hair and the other holding your ass in place to reach you even deeper. "n-nanami—slow... slow down!"

the pace and the position he's got you in is brutal, but you love it. there's stars in your eyes and he's pulling your hair back so your head's turned to look him in his eyes.

"can't... can't slow down, sweet girl," nanami's breathless, lost in the way your pussy feels scorching hot and squeezing him just right, and he knows it's unbecoming, knows that the way he wants to fill you up and make you bear his kids after the first date is impulsive. it's not like him. but they way you look, desperately attempting to grasp onto something, anything just to be able to take his dick, well... how could a man hold back? "need to fill you up, need to cum inside."

"we gotta work fast if we wanna get you down that aisle next, right?"

: ̗̀➛ BONUS: SUKUNA RYOMEN

you match with sukuna on CHRISTIANMINGLE.COM!

you don't even know why the fuck you showed up. your friend created a profile for you behind your back after too many complaints of being single, the girlies are TIRED. why they chose christianmingle.com of all apps? you'll never know. ring before spring!

sukuna's profile picture is a faceless photo of his unclothed abdomen, showing off a really impressive six-pack and stark black tattoos. he slides into your DMs with the most obscene and graphic pickup line you've ever seen, and somehow it works. how he hasn't gotten banned yet, you don't understand.

he's fifteen minutes late. when you look at your watch for the seventh time that night, you blearily accept the fact that you'll probably die alone, until your date finally shows up. he smells like cigarette smoke, gasoline, and fireball shots. despite every possible red flag being waved in your face, you stay.

in person, he's even more shameless than you thought was humanly possible. you've caught him blatantly staring at your tits more times than you can count, while you're ordering, you see him swiping on tinder when he thinks you're not looking, and he flirts with the server.

he ends up back at your place at the end of the night.

and holy fuck, he's eating your pussy like a man starved. he's moaning into your cunt, three calloused fingers fucking you hard while he presses a rough thumb to your clit, and you cum for the third time that night. he's not even doing it for you at this point, he's doing it for himself.

"you ready?" ready? you hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the whoosh of pants joining yours on the floor. when you look over, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. oh my god. "not god, babe. it's just me."

© ROSESAINTS ! — do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

DO IT SLOW, FORGET THE TIME — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento + geto suguru

♱ warnings — f!reader, all characters written 22+, foreplay, cunninglingus, 69, m!receiving oral, teasing, pussyjob. / note. sob it seems like so long since i’ve written 4 jjk so here u go <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it’s intoxicating the way gojo presses you against the counter in the kitchen, mouthing along the column of your throat while two of his fingers trace and tease along the waistband of your panties.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, giving you just an inch of what you really want — need, until you’re trying to inch him deeper with small little thrusts of your hips. every needy little movement makes him chuckle, low and long against your throat before he’s suckling kisses along the skin and pulling back to give you one of his more handsome smirks.

“oh, does my sweet girl need something?” gojo goads as he narrows his eyes at you, tracing his tongue along his lower lip and if he wasn’t so pretty you’d roll your eyes and push him off.

“i need you.” you gasp, it’s all you can offer with the desire that twists in your abdomen and the heat between your thighs, but he gives into you— as always. the first press of his fingers underneath your panties is deliberate, hard against the swollen bud of your clit as you grab along his shoulders.

“oh yeah? gotta make sure you’re ready f’ me, wouldn’t wanna hurt you, sweet thing.” gojo’s movements are intoxicating, every twist of his wrist makes you twitch as he rubs at your clit with two fingers, pressing kisses along your features with every pretty whine that drips from your lips.

“need more.” you’re so desperate, grinding up into his touch before he’s tracing lower and sinking his fingers into you, hissing when he’s not met with much resistance. every draw back of his hand is deliberately slow before he pushes back into you, palm pressing against your clit as he looks over you through the snowy peaks of his hair.

“oh, sound real sweet like this.” gojo grits and his cock throbs with every needy twitch of your walls around him because he wants nothing more than to feel you hug tight around it. your features break into something beautiful as he presses against the swollen spots inside of you, and you feel him smear wet kisses along your jawline as your head drops back to moan.

“hm, but i know you can gimme more, sweet girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

“fuuck, baby! feels so good, wanna cum.” itadori groans from where he’s got your pussy pressed against his mouth, messily dragging and rolling his tongue along your clit as his hips twitch into you. his arms curl around your hips as you sit on his face, facing away from him as you swallow and choke around his cock.

you can feel the way he’s already throbbing against your tongue, chasing his own pleasure as he draws out yours — your boyfriends always been a giver and you know he loves nothing more than the taste of you on his tongue. but he already feels so fucking close with the way your grinding down onto him as you push his cock deeper at the time, choking around the thick head until you’re pulling back to breathe.

“again, baby.. p-please.” itadori’s flushed and fucked out as his fingers twitch in your ass, dragging you along his tongue as his face shakes lightly between your thighs. he almost chokes when he feels you take a languid, slow handful of his balls before you squeeze — knocking the air out of his lungs as his next groan sends a sweet vibration through your clit.

it’s almost instinctive, the first slow roll of his hips when you wrap your lips around his cock again — pushing himself deeper as you open up your throat for the first thick push of him. you let him set a pace as he whimpers and whines beneath you, thrusting into the tight hug of your throat until you’re choking lightly around him.

it’s messy, the way itadori’s pace increases as he fucks his cock into your mouth, and it only seems to up his own movements as he drinks up everything you give to him eagerly — shamelessly slurping and smacking at your pussy between long, needy moans of your name.

“fuuck— feels soo good, please.. w-want you to cum with me, baby.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi feels like he’s in fucking heaven as you straddle his lap right now, rubbing your slick folds along the sensitive shaft of his cock as his hands almost curl into fists at your side. he feels dizzy with every press of your mouth against his, tongue pushing messy along yours and he thinks he’s might actually pass out.

“do you.. fuck—do you wanna go further or keep doing t-this?” he gasps, almost groans with the next intoxicating twist of your hips along his — your pace stuttering when his own instinctively twitch up to grind his cock closer.

“this feels good, is that okay?” you reply, pretty and breathy, and megumi can’t nod his head fast enough before he’s melting back into you. your pussy feels like fucking silk against the sensitive glands of his cock, he’s throbbing against your slick folds and you’re teasing him with the entrance to your tight walls with every draw back of your hips.

“t-this is good.” he finally manages to swallow before his hands are twitching into your sides to drag you along the length of him, every twitch and squeeze of your thighs around him only draws him closer and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough when he pulls you into kiss you.

it’s messy and breathless, soft pants and whines of your name buried in every twist of your lips as he thrusts up to meet your movements. megumi’s eyes almost roll back when he feels your fingers smooth through his hair before they twist in the roots to pull, making his pace stutter as he mumbles low and ragged against your lips.

“don’t wanna stop anyway, i-it feels too good.”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

nanami thinks you look like a fucking angel between his thighs right now, suckling wet kisses up the sides of his cock as he throbs against your lips. it was normally him, the one getting lost between your thighs but he’d had a particularly long day at work and you were always so eager to make him feel better.

you give him a look from underneath your pretty lashes before you close your lips around the head and suck lightly, and he can’t help but let his lips part to groan — trying to ignore the warmth along his thighs that threatens to make him twitch.

every roll of your tongue along the thick shaft has nanami like putty in your hands before you relax your throat, pushing yourself deeper to take more of him as his palm rests gently on the back of your head. you choke and splutter around him the deeper you go and he feels his next exhale quake in his lungs with how good you feel.

“god, sweetheart.“ nanami groans, low and shameless as he lets his hand gently push your hair back from your face, letting him take in how pretty you look with your lips wrapped around his cock as a crystalline tear trails down your cheeks, but he catches it.

he feels you swallow again before he instinctively grinds his hips deeper into you, losing himself in the saccharine squeeze of your throat around him before you begin your slow, wet disconnect. your spit trails along the silky skin of his shaft and your lips are swollen but he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

nanami grunts as you return to suckling at the tip, swiping away the beads of precum that gather there as your hand pumps your spit along the length of him. the next press of his fingers is light as it rests against your cheek before he looks at you, sending you a gentle smile despite the way his chest rises and falls quickly with every ragged breath.

“you are so good for me, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

“does that feel good, pretty girl.. yeah?” geto grunts from where he’s pressing deep between your thighs, his words a long, low drawl that makes you whine as he buries it into your slick folds. he knows it feels good, if it wasn’t obvious with the way your slick smears along his cheeks and chin, mixing with his own spit as he gives your pussy another greedy slurp.

he gives you a handsome smirk when he pulls away to raise a brow at you, urging you to answer his question as he lets two of his fingers trace through your folds to spread you lewdly. “can’t hear you..” he slurs, half-hormone drunk on the saccharine taste of you on his tongue before his eyes leave your pretty pussy and are back on you.

“mhm! feels good, sugu.” you gasp and you can tell geto’s pleased with your answer when he buries himself back into you, humming like he’s convinced with the next mindless roll of his tongue along your clit.

“fuck— i love when you call me that, princess.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone when you feel his large palms press against the underside of your thighs, pushing them closer to your chest until you’re spread out and on show for him, but his sharp gaze still remains looking up at you.

“come on, tell me you’re my pretty girl.” geto groans, teases as he smacks and mouths at your pussy, pushing his tongue past your twitching hole to seek out more of you. every pulse of your walls around him makes his heavy cock throb against the mattress before his fingers twitch in the skin of your thighs.

everything about him was dangerously intoxicating, and you already feel so close with the way he’s working your body — making you melt into the mattress with every roll of his tongue along your sweetest spots. “im—im your pretty girl.” you gasp, so wound up and geto pulls away to give you another smirk before he’s leaning down and pouting his lips to let his spit smear along your clit, cleaning it up a few moments later with another pleased hum.

“mmm, yeah you are. real fucking pretty.” 

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 & 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎: “𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐄” | 18+

𖥸 Two gym workers, also known as the strongest two men in the gym, have their eyes set on buff girl! reader and are enchanted by her legendary muscles.

𖥸 wc: 6.3k

𖥸 cw: oral (masc & fem receiving), afab reader, female bodybuilder reader, thirsty buff feral boys, gym mention, muscle worshipping the reader, big thighs, sweaty muscles, semi public sex, threesome, creampies, pure filth, horny buildup on all sides <;3

𖥸 (As you can see by my illustration this is v v v self indulgent I hope you enjoy) 💪

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Front desk worker Gojo sighed as he looked at you, lifting heavy on one of your upper body days after a long day of college work.

“Geto,” his teeth were clenched to bite back a moan as he saw your back muscles flex while you set down the dumbbells and picked up heavier ones to lift for your next set.

Geto was already looking at you. “I know.”

“No, hah, look,” Satorou nodded downward as his fellow personal trainer glanced down to see a hardening bulge in his work pants.

Geto smirked. “I know, she’s fucking jacked. It’s so hot.”

“ I mean,,, look at her arms…gonna make such a mess on myself if I keep watching, she’s so strong, shit” he whispered in response.

The white-haired man was glad the front desk area could conceal his fat boner from gym goers.

You pressed your bodyweight above your head for rep after rep, the pump in your arms and shoulders giving the two trainers you didn’t know were watching from the front desk, pumps as well…in their third legs.

“Hope she stays late so she can help us close.”

“Or just closes those thunder thighs around my face, that’s fine too. She can break my nose, honestly.”

“Maybe in the sauna so she can get her sweat all over me.” Geto pulled his man-bun tighter like he would if he could eat you out right now. He totally would. He’d storm out towards you, rip off the spandex that barely covered your ass, and eat you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck yeah, I want in.”

Their cocks both jumped when they saw you bend over to grab your phone and water bottle, music blasting in your earbuds, spandex getting swallowed by cheeks sculpted by the gods…or just squats and deadlifts, that jiggled as you walked across the gym towards a machine.

They prayed that you looking at your phone and smiling was because of a favorite song and not because of a partner’s text.

When your little glossy lips wrapped around the straw of your water bottle and your throat constricted to chug as much water as possible, you looked so adorable and unknowingly provocative.

You would wrap your cute hands around the handles of the machine , both handles that were quite thick on that piece of equipment that had them think, what if instead of those bars were their extremely girthy cocks in each of your hands? Your fingers would certainly not be able to touch then. Your grip strength was probably amazing.

They wanted you to straddle them, not the damned seat. Wanted to see the straight face you made as you worked out, falter. Just once. Would you look determined to take them down your throat, or submissive? Wondered if you had silenced your little grunts and noises on purpose. They wanted to make you scream, cry, bounce on their cocks, put your strong legs to work.

Geto decided to make his rounds putting plates that people didn’t put away, back on the plate holders. He would see how dutiful you were putting the 5 pound plates away by the other 5’s, sometimes moving the huge 45’s with ease so everything was organized. Good girl. He knew you were so subtle in looking at him, except for the day he was squatting with Gojo. You were so silly pretending like you were just taking a flex selfie in the mirror when in reality you were trying to get them both in the frame so you could touch yourself to them when going through your camera roll later. Little minx. Suguru was keen to the games you’d play. How you’d “refill your water bottle” as if it was that empty, just so they could see you pass by, and just so you could look at their fat asses and big legs on the way back to your exercise, wishing you could spot and be right behind the big men squatting an insane 6 plates like it was nothing. On each side. Not total. They were the strongest in the gym and it made your pussy clench around nothing seeing how they one-upped each other and had fun while they lifted weight that would probably break national and world records.

He was keen to how you’d smile hearing how encouraging and sweet Satorou was in training his clients. The way you played it cool in saying hi to them tonight and tried not to make too much eye contact with Geto. He was sure that when you put your phone near the scanner, which was near where he sat by the computer monitor, that he caught a whiff of your juices on your fingers. Or maybe it was a figment of his imagination. No, Gojo smelled it too, biting his tongue instead of his lip so you wouldn’t see. Sighing when you went to the locker rooms. If they didn’t have such strong legs they’d already be wiped out because you made their knees feel so damn weak.

They would always perv out when you’d walk by in your baggy clothes, wondering what little shorts and small top you’d have today when you took off the pump covers. It was like unwrapping a little present and it gave them so much joy each time when your pretty face came in, then turned into a game face, and you went through the process of peeling off clothing layers to reveal a Greek goddess physique. Gojo wanted to unwrap the entire candy, taste your gooey drippy center.

Geto talked to you the months you prepared for your bodybuilding competition, seeing you practicing your posing, the days your veins and shredded muscles would stand out so sexily on your figure. You were so dedicated, and so nice, even though you were really looking forward to eating an entire feast of junk food after the show and probably felt so grumpy the more you neared the show day. It’s an entire process to manipulate your salt and water intake, your entire lifestyle, the way you’d manipulate the amount of rice you ate, the posing practice, the cutting out your favorite foods, the glamming up and buying of a sparkly suit. You’d wear your heels in the gym and practice your posing sometimes in the yoga room when it was empty. And when you told him casually you had won first place, he had expected nothing less.

Now here you were, growing, getting stronger, and your ass was begging to be grabbed.

He knew because he was right behind you, and you turned around, looking up and smiling. He waited as you took out a Bluetooth ear bud.

“You’re so helpful in putting the plates back, but please conserve your energy for your sets, miss hulk.”

He knew you wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Like you couldn’t handle putting plates on and off the machine. He knew you could handle everything all on your own. But this was his way of being a gentleman whilst acknowledging your muscle mommy status.

“Aww are you sure?” Your voice was so sweet, yet so full of some sort of tension. Your eyes looked down to Geto’s knockers of pecs, then back up to admire his half up man bun look. You wanted to pull his hair.

“Positive, you crazy beast. Shoulders are looking massive by the way, y/n.”

He gave you a fist bump and you both thought of how big his fist looked compared to yours.

“Oh stop, just trying to get your jojo delts, big boy.” Big boy. He tried to suppress his blush at the stupid nickname but blood can’t be manipulated unless you lift weights or get a release of sorts.

He winked. “I’ve got some new forearm equipment and cable pieces if you just ask Gojo or me. I’ll stop harassing you, nice to see you tonight.”

“Not bothering me at all, I’ll definitely go up. Also I know it’s close to closing I can help you guys, I feel bad, or I’ll try and hurry up—“

“My lady, please don’t rush. Let us take care of it. We’ve got you. Finish your work out on your own time. It’s your planet, we’re just living in it. If you need extra weight me or Gojo will be up there for you to grab.” You giggled.

He spoke with so much authority, with such smoothness and wit. All whilst being such a dork. So you nodded and went back to sit on the machine to start your set.

He saw the sweat mark on the machine seat, like the freak he is, with the outline of your ass and wet little pussy printed on there all pretty. You still had that ripe aroma, except now you smelled even sweeter up close… and breedable. He made his rounds in cleaning and reported back to Gojo.

Gojo smiled. It was so dead in this fucking gym. The night crew of Maki and Nobara (seriously when was their wedding) and the buff guys, including the best gym bros Yuuji and Todo, said their goodbyes ten minutes before closing. True gym etiquette. And you, the only exception to the policy? You were so focused. You took some pre-workout caffeine mix right before your arrival so you were having major tunnel vision in pushing the weights and getting maximal blood flow. Bicep vein popping. Sharp lines and ab lines. You had no idea they locked the doors.

Half of the gym lights were off and that’s all you knew, so you wrapped it up and began to put the weights back.

“Oi, y/n,” Gojo hoped you heard him a little as he waved. You smiled at the snow-haired man. Putting your headphones away, “ay vanilla gorilla, what’s up?”

His crystalline eyes glimmered darkly for a second. “So creative as usual. You flatter me, but my back ain’t as big as a silverback yet. Hey. Join us in the sauna; it’s our closing routine. It’ll be relaxing.”

You thought for a second.

He added, “we can even get some late night Korean bbq if you’d like as well, if you can.”

You grinned. “Right now I’m on that see food and eat it meal plan so I’m totally down!!!”

The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “Great, see you there.” He whispered something under his breath. Princess. But you didn’t know if he said that. Nah. in your dreams.

He smelled so good. You wanted him and Geto to throw you around and manhandle you so badly but it would probably never happen. They probably had girlfriends and saw you as a gym buddy. But still.

“Mm, Geto?”

The 6’2” brunet near the deadlift platform perked up.

“Yes, my ladyship?”

Gosh his silly little titles for you made you feel so conflicted because you wished, hopelessly, that he was flirting with you.

“While I still have a pump are you able to help me take a flexing video? It’s hard to do it myself.”

“No, ma’am, actually no filming allowed in the gym,” he winked, taking your phone and cueing you to move back towards the best lighting.

You made your flexes and he whistled and hyped you up. When you were done and he handed you the phone, you laughed.

“Wow you made me not look like a midget in this video like anyone else would when they help me!”

Geto smirked. That probably includes her exes who want to look good themselves but could give a rat’s ass about her, he mused. How one of them decided he no longer wanted to lift with her and felt he was too good for her, was beyond him. It should’ve been the other way around.

“Well, I can always help you out in any way you need, film you whenever you’d like. Just promise to send me them too so I can learn how to pose from you,” he wiggled his eyebrows. Your heart skipped a beat. Was he joking around? You had no idea.

“Oh I suck at posing, but if you think I’m good then I guess I am and I’ll send you my boring flexing videos,” you laughed.

Your blush deepened when his dark eyes sparkled. “Well I think you’re fucking perfect, y/n.”

Your oblivious ass laughed and shook your head in absolute stupid denial. You were confident in yourself but he was just so friendly and hot it made you question everything and you had to keep telling yourself to stay calm.

Plus how ugh, he and Gojo are so tall, and he smelled so crisp, so yummy. How were you going to survive in a little stuffy sauna where scents were only magnified, and your arousal will get only hotter in the hot ass room?

You swallowed thickly and felt wetness trickle in your panties when you saw Gojo sitting with his head back in the sauna, white hair let down in messy damp waves framing his oceanic eyes. His shirt? Nowhere to be seen. Instead a little black towel draped over his neck to bring out his bright hair. Sweat and moisture began to glaze over rippling abs and a wide expanse of thick, carved muscles.

You took your shoes off. As was the policy, and set your stuff down besides your water bottle. Then opened the door and stepped in.

“Oh, hi guys,” Gojo smiled, unfazed by how hot it was in the room.

“Hey,” you chirped, stepping on the wooden level of seats that Satorou’s head was near, sitting in the corner so you could see both him and Geto, who. Also. Had his shirt. Off. Great. When did he find the time to do that? Made sense though, since they wore polos. Didn’t want to make their work outfits too nasty, you figured.

You were throbbing down there, and watched as Geto took off his hair tie, his hair fell down gorgeously, and he held his hair tie between sharp canines as he put it up into a high pony with some wisps hanging out.

“What’s the matter, tough girl?” Geto’s teasing voice lilted as he smirked up at you.

“Oh, I just like your hairstyle.” Geto chuckled, satisfied. Not checking your big daddy arms out…or anything like that.

“How was your shoulder and back workout, Y/n?” Gojo asked.

Oh so he was watching you. You never told him what you were working on today. Hopefully your form was alright. Well of course it was, you have perfect technique and lift slowly and as controlled as possible, even during explosive lifts with heavy weights. Of course he wouldn’t question it either. But you were such a perfectionist who worked hard in all you did.

“It was great! Lifted heavy for both. I know it’s a big range of muscles to work out but considering I missed yesterday’s shoulder day I had to make it up by raw-dogging both.”

Geto thought, excellent word choice, she can raw dog two muscle groups at a time, huh. Maybe raw-dogging two more big muscle groups wouldn’t hurt.

He smiled, voice so deep, “I bet your rear delts are going to be so sore tomorrow.”

“Hopefully. I’m trying to get big melon delts like you guys, and being sore would be a reward,” you knocked on his shoulder as if it was metal and hissed, shaking off your hand like your knuckles hurt, making the two men crack up at your antics.

“All lies. We’re trying to get as big as you. Say, Y/n, how does one get such massive traps like yours?” Gojo’s left arm rested and stretched out on the platform you sat on. His hand was inches away from your butt. So close, yet so far.

You let out a little laugh, getting goosebumps in even the hot-ass room. “Stress and carrying my team at work or in school group projects.”

“Really? I can help you get some of the knots out if you’d like.“

“Damn for free? You look like you’d be good at massaging too.”

“I could be.” His hand went from being so close to you to patting the space next to him. You stood up and hopped all the way down to the ground like a lil cat.

“While I’m up I’ll turn the heat up, too.”

“Great idea,” Geto chimed. “Reaping the sauna benefits more.”

They both checked out your ass hungrily and shamelessly, practically drooling and wanting to just grab you by the thighs and devour you with their hands.

You didn’t know because they were so much better at looking at your ass without getting caught, than you were at looking at their asses without getting caught.

You settled with your back to Gojo on the spot he patted, and felt big, heavy, rough hands engulf almost your entire shoulders. You took a deep breath as he kneaded you so well, pin-pointing all your pressure points that made you react under his big fingers. He was firm and applied the perfect amount of pressure. Maybe you’d milk it so he’d manhandle all of your sorest muscles. You wanted it to hurt a little bit.

“Can you possibly go a little bit harder?”

“Like this?” He upped his pressure and squeezing of your shoulders perfectly.

“Mm, perfect,” you were trying not to moan as a hand snaked up to encircle the back of your neck and squeeze. You shivered. Your neck was so sensitive and he was sending chills up and down your spine with every movement.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n, shit,” Gojo’s husky voice sounded like he was calling something else tight, not your traps. “Sugu, come feel this.”

A set of hot, calloused hands that were just as large and heavy rubbed skillfully at your slowly loosening traps.

You accidentally let out a little mewl, and it was not lost on the men how your neck relaxed in his hold and your head tilted obediently however he’d move around your neck.

“Wow she is tight,” Geto’s smirk was in his voice behind you. As he pretended to ignore the little mewl that drove him nuts just now. He was wrapping you around the tip of his finger.

“You guys are so good at this! The stress is leaving my body seriously,” you were trying to act normal, like you didn’t just moan right now.

“Come to us if you ever need to let off some steam,”

“I certainly will.” You were trying to play it cool to not ruin your friendship with the super nice gym workers, but you were getting so wet and they had so much fucking testosterone and their voices were so low in your ears, they were so so close to you, and it was getting really difficult to fight off your wet dreams all these nights of them having their way with you, ramming into you and taking turns cumming inside you, maybe spit roasting you, and and and ……

Your lids became heavy and you were throbbing, hoping they didn’t notice you squeezing your legs together. Geto’s huge hand was now almost choking you from the front, as his other hand’s thumb rubbed deeply into your pressure point on your back.

“Nnrggh, right there, fuck,” your back arched a tiny bit.

“Aww, I love making you feel good, am I better than Gojo at this?” His silken voice rumbled playfully in your ear, pretending not to know you basically were moaning and begging for his touch. You sounded so pretty when you begged.

“Hey, not fair. Y/n, how does your lower body feel?” Gojo was now in front of you, kind of pouting with his blue kaleidoscope eyes boring into yours. He will one-up his gym bro, in all things including making their shared crush feel good and pulling noises from her.

You hissed through your teeth as Geto rubbed circles down your spine, which made your hairs stand on end from your erogenous zones being touched. You had no idea he was so close to you waiting for you to lean back onto him.

“S-sore as always, my hips feel tight as hell, also this can seriously not be free”

Gojo chuckled. “For you, doll, anything is free. Look, I can massage those tree trunk legs so you don’t feel that tightness, I bet walking sucks for you.” If only he made walking really suck for me.

“Holy shit I can’t pass—pass up a deal like that,” your voice was a bit higher from arousal and you found yourself stumbling on your words. Hello, brain? Why aren’t you working properly? We’re all just friends.

Gojo looked lost in thought with an unreadable hazed expression over his eyes, thumb stroking his chin for a second. “Mm, good. Anything for our favorite tigress. You work so hard.”

Big hands began to squeeze at your thighs, slender fingers kneading , thumbs pressing into your soft inner thighs. You had to really control your breathing through your nose so it didn’t look labored since Gojo was right in front of you.

Geto’s hands were at your hips, thumbs pressing into your lower back.

“Shit, ‘to, you need to feel how muscular her thighs are. Y/n flex. Holy shit!!! That is such a flex!”

Your voice cracked a little in trying to hold back your moan, and you giggled. “Thank you, I just do a shit ton of squats and deadlifts.”

“Such a dedicated pretty lil muscle mommy,” Geto murmured, hands moving higher up your thigh near the hem of your tiny shorts. Awfully close to—

“Y/n is a muscle mommy indeed, like crush me between these thighs like a watermelon. You need to be worshipped 24/7.” Both men were admiring your pretty legs in those tiny, tiny shorts.

“I um—n-no I don’t,” you stammered as the heat of the sauna, the way Geto kneaded your thigh a mere couple inches away from your pussy, the electric bolt sent to your clit, your feeling of his big heavy thick arm holding you still under your arms, the praise, the tension, it was too much and your voice was thick with lust. But theirs were thicker.

You flipped the straw to your water flask open and it hissed, squirting cold water all over your face, and you barely flinched. Geto’s thumb wandered to near your pussy lip and you whimpered, sucking on your straw to unsuccessfully distract yourself, and spread your legs farther instinctively.

Gojo had enough. The tension, he agreed, was too damn much. “Fuck. Such a good girl, you look so good like this. Done pretending I don’t need you right now.” You looked delicious in the dark sauna as your brain was slowly processing what he just said. With water dripping down your chin, between your pecs, over some of your thighs, the rest of your body covered in a glowy aura of sweat. Dressed well but disheveled. A goddess walking the earth, and the only woman to show him what angels looked like. He brought a hand up to cup your jaw and without warning, crashed his soft, glossy lips onto yours. Your lips danced as if they were lost dates in a ballroom and he parted the kiss, icy blues peering into your soul. “Taste so sweet.”

Two of Geto’s big, thick fingers suddenly shoved into your slick walls, and your jaw dropped in shocked pleasure. Gojo, ever the opportunist, diving back in and using his thick tongue to explore your mouth. You began to kiss back, moaning as the ebony haired man started to move his fingers inside you, trying to find your sweet spot. Your hands had to brace yourself behind you, and you grabbed onto Geto’s meaty thighs. “Mmm Geto—Gojo—“ your voice was muffled as you kept making out with the white haired man. A gasp and tightening of your grip on his thighs indicated that Geto found it, and he took his fingers out of you to taste your slick.

“Damn Gojo, you’re right. She tastes delicious.”

He kissed and bit on your neck, grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning. “Lady, we’ve been wanting you ever since you stepped foot in this gym years ago.”

His mauve eyes were so intense as you looked up at him since he made you face him. Hold on. Wait. They were working that long ago? You never noticed. But clearly they noticed you long ago. How long were they pining after you?

You hummed a questionable “hmm?” Before Gojo broke the kiss to agree. His voice was laced with not just desire. He was ravenous for you, feral even. “You’re growing so fucking strong, who wouldn’t want you? You’re our Greek goddess who sculpted herself. Fuck you’re so driven and strong, Y/N it turns me on like nothing else to see you be so jacked like you could just destroy me”

Geto plunged his fingers back into you and you keened at the praise and the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Tight pretty girl, why don’t you give us a little flex, treat us a little. Let us worship you.”

You were too dumb on his fingers to feel anymore shame to do the silly request, and you flexed your arms. Gojo felt up your biceps and kissed and sucked them, while Geto licked circles on your neck and shoulders pumping his big fingers in and out of your dripping sex.

Your head was spinning, the two men began to sandwich you between their muscles, and Gojo started playing with the hem of your shorts.

You were reduced to whines and little pleas.

“Shit you’re so fucking wet, Y/n,” Geto practically growled, and you arched back into him. Your head rested on his chest, which felt so squishy because of his tiddies. He held you down in place with a big arm so you didn’t buck your hips too much…you just had to take him fingering you and driving you wild.

“S’because I think about you guys all the time,” your nails dug into Geto’s arm but he didn’t stop fingering you and rubbing circles around your pert little clit.

“Oh, is that so, love?” Gojo nibbled on your other ear, so close to you that you could smell the delicious abundance of pheromones coming off these two men, making your heart race besides Geto’s fingers and the heat.

“‘M always soaking wet going to the gym and seeing you, cancelled a gym membership I wasn’t using because this is m-my favorite, I get to see my favorite big men,” your hand traced down Gojo’s abs, and he moaned.

“Oh is that so? Do me a favor. Lose the clothes, sweetheart.”

You complied as the men gave you a little bit of space and began to undress themselves as well, showing big strong meaty man thighs that you just wanted to bite and ride. And better yet—when they took off their boxer briefs—big, thick cocks slapped their abs and bobbed up and down, arousal pooled all the way down there. Dripping precum. So much fucking meat. So many pretty veins. You gasped when you saw them and they chuckled.

“You can handle anything, Y/n. So you can handle us, right? Fit us inside you?” Geto stroked his cock slowly, panting with arousal as pleasing you and your hot, tight little pussy got him so riled up. His dark eyes seemed to plead for your agreement. They’ve both sported boners since you worked out so finally taking the pants off felt so good.

“Mm, I want to prep her a bit more Geto, can we do that?” Gojo put a towel down and motioned for you to sit on the higher seat and you obliged. “Such a good, obedient girl.” He put your legs over his wide shoulders and two long fingers made a V and spread your puffy pussy lips to admire your perked up clit and how wet you were. He flattened his tongue and swirled it over your clit ferociously.

“Gojo!!! Ahhh,” you mewled as you bucked into his face. He began to make out with your pussy all sloppily, lapping up your juices, swirling all over, up and down, and inside you. Eating you out like he was famished. “Usually I don’t like to eat my sweet desserts first but—“ your juices were dripping down his chin already and he looked so gorgeous with his messy white hair, “now I need to eat it before dinner, and after dinner, for breakfast, and lunch, forever and ever if it’s you.” His tongue kept fucking you as he rubbed the entire alphabet over your clit, and it was too much for poor you. Your legs began to entrap his head and instead of going up for air, his other arm hooked around them to bring your thighs even closer together and choke him out more.

Geto was nibbling, sucking and twirling your nipples between his fingers. One of your hands dug into Gojo’s hair pulling him down and making the man moan, and another one of your hands dug into Geto’s silky locks to pull him in to kiss you. He growled as you tugged him in. You tasted a little hint of yourself on his mouth from when he tasted his fingers. He brought up an experimental hand to choke you and you bit his bottom lip, licking it after. He smirked, choking you harder and you spasmed under both men’s touches, moaning as Geto kept kissing you and dominating your mouth as you began to feel light headed. They were pumping their cocks, and Geto stood at your level, so you were eye level to his fat cock, a sexy happy trail going from his carved abs to his goods. You took him in your hand and licked a stripe up the precum that was dribbling down his large bottom vein.

“Fuck, just like that sweetheart,” a heavy hand rested on top of your head, and he didn’t move or fuck your face. You licked all the way up to his swollen pink head, which you sucked and licked circles.

You looked into his heavy lidded eyes as he moaned deeply, the hot sound and Gojo’s hastening ministrations on you making you moan around him. And with that vibration, Geto lost control and began to thrust into your mouth, and in response you bobbed your head. Your jaw was going to hurt so bad later from this huge cock but you didn’t care whatsoever, struggling to take even half of his cock yet you were determined. They were right. You could barely even hold the entirety of his or Gojo’s girth with your middle finger and thumb touching. “So—good—fuck,” he hissed.

Gojo was absolutely drunk on your pussy. He knew he could spend hours between your muscular thighs, slurping and lapping at your overstimulated sex. Curling his fingers into the sweet spot he also found. You could feel yourself getting close, so close, and you began to sob into Geto’s cock, legs shaking and holding onto his huge thighs for stability as you twisted his cock and gave him the best blowjob of his life.

They knew you were getting close.

“God you’re so hot,” Geto was breathless, as you would try to keep eye contact with him whenever you weren’t rolling your eyes back. “Cum for us.”

And with that, as Gojo switched his hand and mouth, rubbing circles on your clit quickly with his index and fucking your sensitive walls with his tongue, you came undone, bucking into his face, silently screaming, switching eye contact between both men, making them groan.

“Holy shit, Gojo, that’s so hot,” Geto without warning thrusted deeper than you could handle. You gagged, and with that felt hot seed go down your throat into your belly.

“Such a champ, sweetheart.” He was still pretty hard, and held your chin up to kiss you and taste his release and your mouth. Your pussy and ears were buzzing and you were so distracted you didn’t realize Gojo was lining himself up with your entrance. He rubbed your clit a little bit with his tip, then plunged in, making you gasp and whine at the same time. Nothing could prepare you for how fucking big either of them were, and tears that threatened to fall from sucking Geto off fell from the burning stretch in your walls.

“A-ah, hurts! S’too big,” you cried, and he rubbed your thigh soothingly.

“I know, darling, I know. You can take it though, yeah? Be our little cocksleeve.” You moaned in agreement and bit your lip. Geto kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.

Inch by inch, he went deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. “How are you feeling, Princess?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“Please, I n-need you to fuck me,” you cried, and with your permission he wasted no time, bucking into you wildly. Sounds of skin slapping skin and wet squelching filled the sauna, and his sweat dripped on to you making you more aroused. You realized not all of it was sweat. Some of it was your juices that you squirted onto him. And he loved it.

You grew dizzy as he held one of your thighs up and bent the other one up in a half mating press. He went deeper inside you than any man has gone before and with Geto being so large too…fuck. You were screaming his name and sobbing, as Geto choked you a little again and bit on your neck to mark you up as his.

You desperately clung onto any muscles you could, and you looked and felt drunk on pleasure.

“Been wanting you so bad for so long, both of us did,” Gojo moaned, barely out of breath as overwhelming pleasure clouded your vision.

Geto added, “you’re going to be our strong little pet, built to take us both so perfectly.” You were so wet and dumb that juices dribbled down your ass and created a white ring around Gojo’s cock.

“Wonder whose kids you’ll be having first, Y/n?” The raven-haired man was thinking out loud. It took you a second.

“Wait wha—hahhh!” Gojo was kissing your cervix and bruising your walls, but when he put his palm on your tummy to feel his bulge through your stomach, and thumbed your clit, you saw stars again and clamped down on him.

Gojo was getting close as well as he rammed into you, his balls slapping against your ass, thinking about putting his kids inside you.

He moaned as your whines filled his ears and made him go insane, wanting to absolutely ruin you and fill you over and over again. And with that, you came another time, squeezing his cock as he thrusted deeply into you, and finished inside you, filling you with his hot seed as deep inside you as he could before pulling out.

Some cum oozed out of your winking pussy because you were already so dripping wet before getting fucked.

Geto got up. “My turn!!” He grinned darkly to you. Gojo took his place near your face, and Geto manhandled you to be bent over on your knees, mouth near Gojo’s cock. Your head took residence between his strong thighs. He was still hard. How the hell…

You knew what to do, so dumb on the dick and wanting more inside you, you whimpered and took him in your mouth and hands, giving Gojo puppy eyes. He stroked your hair, biting his pretty lip at the sight. A smack left your ass stinging, and a second blow made you moan around Gojo’s big cock.

But what made you moan even louder was Geto stretching you out all over again and fucking you slowly while rubbing your clit making you twitch around him.

He then held your hips up with his strong arms to be a more exaggerated doggy and fucked you at a bruising pace, hitting your sweet spot he memorized over and over and over.

You whimpered a muffled “Geto” as you had Gojo stuff your mouth and you palmed his balls, making him and Geto groan in unison.

“Mm you like that? Like getting dicked down by two guys?”

“Let’s take a bet. Who’s going to be the first baby daddy, Y/n?”

You were so lost in pleasure you couldn’t even answer.

A slap on the ass made you sob, and you palmed Gojo’s tip. “Ah-sorry what was the question?”

Geto pulled all the way out to slam back into you at the hilt, making you scream.

“It’s ok. I’ll repeat myself. I—said—who—will—be—the—first—dad?” He grunted between deep slamming thrusts, you whimpering in each one.

“I-I don’t know, nghh why don’t you put so many inside me I have both of your babies,” you slurred out, just wanting to be bred by them.

Geto liked that answer. Gojo put himself back into your mouth and thrusted into you. You were in denial this was even happening; it felt like the best dream ever. Being spit roasted by your crushes.

Gojo was the first to finish, down your throat. Geto waited, and not long after he also came inside you, leaving you absolutely creampied with both of their loads thoroughly mixed and dripping out of you.

“You’re so good, sweet Y/n,” “did so good,” they said to you, kissing their favorite muscular lady and wiping you clean. Gojo wiped your juices off of him, Geto wiped himself too, and they helped you up.

“So. You, Gojo, Me, K-barbecue, 2am?” Geto put his hair back up in his signature style.

“Yes.”

“Fucking famished.”

“Same. Let’s get dressed.”

They helped you out of the gym and babied you before and after dinner. You would definitely be sleeping in tomorrow. In Geto’s bed with him and his roomie Gojo on either side of you, you warming Geto’s cock. Both men keeping their sweet little gem safe and sound.

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a/n: I really don’t know how I feel about the entire fic but if I didn’t post it would eat away at me until I died so LMAO 🤣

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