Without Me?
AKA the JJK men catch you reading smut
Part 1: They want to share
Part 2: [soon]
Pairings: Satoru Gojo x f!reader, Suguru Geto x f!reader, agedup!Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader
Genre: fluff and smut oneshots
Warnings: NSFW, hints of manhandling, titty fondling (f receiving), nicknames, (honeypot, sugar drop, angel, love, darling) teasing, implied sex, swearing.
MDNI
A/N: I took so long working on this, first post jitters. I hope you like it, and I'll be posting guidelines for requests soon!
♡ S A T O R U G O J O ♡
You hear the door open to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, and you set your phone down on the low table beside the couch, skipping into the hallway to greet the excessively tall love of your life.
“Hello, my honeypot,” Gojo breathed, hands settling on your hips as you reached up to embrace him, allowing yourself to sink into his warmth, nose nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his sugar-sweet scent.
“I missed you, ‘Toru,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, hands working at his blindfold, leaning back to take in the crystal blue of his eyes, before kissing the tip of his nose.
Gojo Satoru did not usually blush, and only you had the pleasure of seeing him in this state, beruffled and blushing. “Not more than I missed you,’ he giggled, and you smiled.
“Of course,’ you returned. “While you were gone, I made us hot chocolate.”
“Read my mind, sugar drop.”
“Go get comfy, I’ll bring it out.”
Taking a moment to appreciate the perfect-ness of his life, Satoru watched you prance into the kitchen, moving to sit on the couch you had just vacated, the print of your ass still on the cushions.
And that was when it caught his eye. The words caught him off guard at first, before he picked up your phone and skimmed through what you had just been reading, the utter filth not shocking him at all — it was strikingly similar to his and your escapades in the bedroom.
“Y/N!” Satoru hollered, and you came in, dewy-eyed and smiling, carrying two steaming mugs in your hand. When you saw your phone in Satoru’s hand, your eyes widened in unfortunate realisation, as you remembered what was on the screen.
Still, you decided not to let it throw you off. “Here you go,” you seated yourself beside your boyfriend. “I made it how you like it, extra marshmallow foam on top.”
“Thank you, toots,” Satoru leaned forward to place a kiss on your nose, just like you had earlier, and the normalcy of the gesture made you lower your guard.
You gasped, and before you knew it, Satoru was on top of you, your faces inches apart, his leg wedged between your bare thighs that were barely covered by short shorts.
“So is this what you do when I’m gone?”
“What?” You continued to act oblivious, but the fevered blush on your face and cleavage had already given you away, you knew it.
“‘He pressed her to the wall-” Satoru began reading out, and you wanted to hide your face away, but he was so close and being caught red-handed was turning you on, for an inexplicable and unfair reason. “-and heat shot through her veins as his length pressed into her, spreading her apart in the most delicious way, pain—’”
“Okay, okay, fine! I admit it,” you shouted, wanting this embarrassment to end, pressing yourself into Satoru’s chest.
“Admit what? Go on, say it.” You could sense the gloating smile in his words.
“I was reading smut!” You shrieked, and Satoru laughed, putting your phone aside, drawing you away from his chest, and meeting your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” you pouted.
Satoru laughed again, a full-bodied laugh of true humour. “Well?” you demanded. “Are you mad?”
“God no, honeypot,” Satoru sat up, pulling you into his lap, and you shivered at what you felt, the outline of his hardness nudging up against the crotch of your shorts. “I think it’s sexy.”
“What?” you deadpanned, not believing him for a second.
“It’s hot,” he whispered and tilted your chin up, pressing a sultry kiss to the hollow of your throat, biting softly, sucking a mark into your skin.
“Really?” your voice faltered under your boyfriend’s ministrations, his hands reaching under your shirt to grasp and palm at the weight of your tits.
“Yes, very,” Satoru exhaled, before biting down hard enough to leave a mark on the plane of your shoulder, a moan escaping unbidden from your mouth. “I’m glad I’m living up to your standards too.”
At this, you pulled him up by the roots of his hair, snorting as he let out a whorish moan. “My god, ‘Toru, you’re such a perv.”
He gave you a rakish grin, intertwining his fingers with your free hand. “I’m your perv.”
“Shut up,” you scrunched your nose, unable to help a girlish giggle, cradling Satoru’s face in your hands and placing a soft, messy kiss on his mouth. “The hot chocolate’s gone cold,” you reminded him, and he groaned.
“Fuck that. You know you’re my favourite treat, sweetheart.”
“Satoru, you’re so cheesy,” you sighed giddily, rising from the comfortable seat of his lap, and Satoru clung to your hand, refusing to let go. “I’m gonna reheat the drinks.”
“Sure,” he agreed, but before you could take a step further, he trilled, “Y/N,” voice full of a familiar cheekiness. You turned to face him, and he pulled you close, hugging your torso, sky-blue eyes looking up imploringly at you.
“Yes?”
“You wanna watch porn together?”
“Satoru!”
♡ S U G U R U G E T O ♡
“Love,” Suguru acknowledged you as you strode out of the shower, towel wrapped around your torso, and you threw him a smile over your shoulder as you opened the doors of your closet. “How was your shower?”
“Refreshing.”
“You gonna get dressed now?”
“Yeah, in the comfy pyjamas.”
“Pity,” Suguru sighed, the falsity in his voice obvious, getting your attention immediately.
“Why? You wanna do something else?” Modesty was just a facade, you had always believed, and following your age-old principle, you dropped your towel, but your boyfriend didn’t so much as blink at your sudden nudity.
“Suguru,” you called pleadingly, taking a step forward. “What’s on your mind?”
At this, Suguru looked you straight in the eye. “Stay right there, darling. Don’t move a single muscle.” His tone was low and dangerous, and it ignited something electrifying in you.
With a predator’s prawl, Suguru walked up to you, and that’s when you saw what was in his hand — a bookmarked page of a novel with highly graphic smut you had forgotten was on your bedside.
“Suguru, I—” you began before he shook his head, effectively silencing you.
“Darling, I confess, I didn’t know your taste skewed this way when it came to books.” Suguru drew close, moving behind you, his breath fanning the bare nape of your neck and his arms encircling you as he opened the book to where you had last left off reading. “Would you read aloud for me, love?”
“Sugar, are you mad?” You asked, your question devolving into a shrieky gasp when he pinched your butt, hard.
“Is that reading aloud, love? I know you aren’t dumb. Go on, read.”
When Suguru was like this, you couldn’t help but feel a shocking thrill. You knew his meanness, his tendency to be merciless ought to frighten or scare you, but often it made you feel especially vulnerable, especially sexy. Being at Suguru’s mercy was an exquisite kind of torture.
Swallowing a nervous gulp, you found a suitable paragraph to begin reading, but your eyes grew unfocused when you felt slender, be-ringed fingers caressing your sides, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath your tits.
“Start right here,” Suguru pointed out a line, and your mouth grew dry. Still, you began narrating, the lewd words feeling especially salacious on your tongue.
As you moved down the page, Suguru’s hands moved up and down your body, grazing soft, dewy skin, circling the tender buds of your nipples, skimming your thighs, caressing the cushiony expanse of your stomach. But where you needed him the most, he avoided on purpose, and your voice grew breathier as you read, dangling on the precipice of desperation.
When his lips landed on the curve of your neck, sucking and nipping, you broke. Words forgotten, your book fell to the floor, and you whined, voice dripping with need. “Sugar, Suguru, please.”
“What’s wrong, love?”
“I… I need you. I want to touch you. Need you to touch me.”
Suguru hummed against your skin, and his fingers traced the goose-pimpled outline of your arms, bringing them to rest at the small of your back, holding you captive.
“In the book—”
“Suguru, please, I—”
As swift as lightning, one of your boyfriend’s hands came to circle your throat, pressing hard enough to make you swallow the pathetic words that rested on the tip of your tongue. His other hand remained, and you were entirely at his mercy.
“Let me speak, darling.” A shiver crept down your spine. “The woman in that book seemed to love being bent in half and stuffed full by her lover’s cock. Is that why you were reading? Is that something you want?”
Oh. Oh, Suguru wasn’t jealous. He was turned on. Risking punishment, you pressed your bare ass into him, and gasped at what you felt, the impressive length of him straining against his sleep trousers.
“Answer me, love.” His grip around your throat loosened ever so slightly, enough for you to draw a quick breath and nod. “Tsk, use your words.”
“Yes, Sugar. I… I would like that.”
“Then, I can’t let my girl down now, can I?”
Just like that, he hoisted you up, and your legs locked around his waist as your lips met in a messy, sloppy, desperate. You delighted in the groan that left him when you pressed your dripping core to his covered dick, and his hands were all over you, fondling whatever he could, a starving man at a bountiful banquet.
Laying you down on your bed, he knelt above you, breaking your kiss with a panting smirk. Fingers under your chin, he tilted your face up to meet his burning gaze.
“Darling?”
“Yes, sugar?”
“Next time, instead of reading about it, I want you to ask me.”
You blushed, hard. “You don’t mind…?”
“Fuck no, love. But tell me, and I’ll put those fictional men to shame.”
♡ M E G U M I F U S H I G U R O ♡
“Come on, you know this, I know you do,” your boyfriend and temporary tutor, Megumi encouraged you, as you gazed frustratedly at the sum before you.
“Ugh! I’m sick of this,” you sighed, pushing away from the table, disturbing the silence in the library, earning yourself a sharp ‘sh!’ from somewhere within the depths of the labyrinthian complex.
Megumi frowned. “It’s fine, maybe you need a break.”
“Maybe,” you replied, desperate to try anything at this point.
“Alright, I’m gonna go get some water. Just do something that’ll help you unwind, yeah?”
“Okay,” you nodded, watching as Megumi left, your eyes on his pert ass, defined so well by the tailored trousers he insisted on wearing. You knew he could feel your eyes on his ass, but hey, he had told you to unwind.
Stretching slightly, you quickly pulled up the novel choc full of smut you’d been reading, settling in before getting to the good part. Unfortunately, you were so absorbed in the story, that you didn’t notice someone sneaking up behind you.
It was only when you felt Megumi’s slow, cool breath fanning the nape of your neck did you jerk up, quickly locking your phone and putting it away. But as you felt Megumi’s hands creep up your arms, dragging his short, manicured nails over your goose-pimpled skin, you knew you were royally fucked.
“What were you reading, Y/N?” Megumi asked conversationally, and you swallowed nervously, mind racing to find a proper answer and drawing a blank.
“Nothing,” you chirped, a bead of sweat forming on your brow. “Just a chapter of a book I hadn’t gotten the chance to finish.”
Megumi spun the chair, so you were facing him now, his warm breath now tickling your nose, and you were stunned into silence by how pretty your boyfriend looked when he smirked, long lashes, breathtaking eyes, a lopsided smile that brought out a secret dimple in his cheek. “Hm, what’s the book about?”
“Nothing that would interest you! Just some silly romance I was reading for the sake of it…”
“Silly romance? Because that’s not what I saw.”
Then commenced a staring contest of a few seconds, which you failed miserably, your resolve crumbling quickly and effortlessly under Megumi’s sharp gaze. “Fine!” you slammed your fists against the arm of the chair half-heartedly. “I was reading smut.”
Megumi quirked an eyebrow as you bit your lip. “Rather graphic smut too.” You said nothing as Megumi ran a finger along the seam of your lips, drawing the one you were biting from between your teeth.
Instead of letting you go, as you had expected of your rarely mean, often kind, boyfriend, he leaned forward, and caught your lip between his teeth, hands slipping under your shirt to rest against your stomach, squeezing harshly as he drew you into a messy, filthy kiss.
“Megs! What’re you doing?” you managed to gasp before he swallowed your words in a feverish clash of teeth, his tongue asking gentle entry into your mouth before making you whine as he grabbed handfuls of your ample flesh, fingers grazing over your tits, and Megumi pressed you to the chair, reducing you to whimpers.
“You’ve never been hotter, angel,” Megumi spoke in a timbre so low it was almost a growl, and slightly confused, you broke away with a gasp, breasts aching from the lack of attention they were getting, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.
“Wait, so you just caught me reading smut… and you’re turned on by it?” You asked, squeezing your thighs together.
Megumi fell into the chair beside yours, stroking the back of your hand as he tilted your chin upward to meet his eye. “Absolutely, angel.”
“Ah,” you managed, distracted by the hand that had come to circle your throat, Megumi’s eyes lit with a feral glow. A moment passed before two things came to you; one, that the two of you were in your school’s library, and two, how fucking wet you were, so much so that you were fearful of leaving a stain on the chair beneath you.
“You wanna take a break back in the apartment?” you breathed, wanting actually to climb into Megumi’s lamp, a noticeable bulge in his sweet, sexy, tailored trousers.
“Sure, angel, but I have a condition.”
“What?”
“Read that book to me, aloud.”
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Back off,kid.
Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader
Note ₊˚⊹♡ : (Teen)Gojo is jealous over (kid) Fushiguro having a crush on you.
Fushiguro Megumi always wonders if he made the right choice every time a white-haired sunglass wearing teenager walks into the house.
The tall older boy would grin as his hands form a salute. “You doing good Megumi and Tsumiki?”
He was as useful as the indoor plants. Fushiguro thought.
Gojo wasn’t much good at cooking and neither helped with cleaning, probably because of his rich background—but he did spoil them with lots of food and pocket money but he wouldn’t ever admit that.
As much as Fushiguro would love to throw insults at Gojo, he holds back his tongue each time; Tsumiki would send sharp glare and nag him if he did.
The first friend he brought to visit them was a girl; it was after Gojo went missing for a while and when Tsumiki inquired about it ,he simply said one of his dear friend went cray-cray as his finger twirls at the temple of his head.
The girl had short, brown hair with a distinct smell of cigarette; her name was Shoko Ieiri. She wore an impressed look when she entered the house as she looked over to Gojo. “Heh— The place is pretty neat,Gojo.”
Fushiguro looked to Gojo who placed some groceries on the counter top with a proud smile on his face. “I know right!” Gojo replies.
The young boy frowns. “It’s Tsumiki who keeps the place clean.” Shoko gives Gojo a stare before she cackles.
A week later when Tsumiki was still in school with club activities, another person makes an appearance ,you. He could faintly hear conversations between you and Gojo through the front door on how you’d actually wanted to visit them sooner but was bombarded with mission before it swings open.
The first thing Fushiguro noticed was how Gojo seemed to make you enter first— other times he barges in without a care for Shoko— his hands near your back with a slight space, without touching it. Why was Gojo being nice?
You blink at the dark haired boy. “Fushiguro Megumi, right?” Gojo peers from behind as you smile. “Did you eat?”
“Not yet. Waiting for Tsumiki to get home.” Fushiguro thinks you’re the first person who is kind of decent.
You nod take plastic bag from Gojo’s hands and lift up it, your smile widen. “I’ll make you some good stuff then.”
“I want to eat your cooking too,y/n.” Gojo chirps in only to be ignored. And to your credit, it was actually good. He didn’t remember the last time he had something this good home made.
After that, your visits seemed to increase which Fushiguro Megumi did not mind, in fact he was getting fond of your presence. You helped with food, cleaning which lessened the load on Tsumiki plus you also helped him with his studies.
“You seemed to get it now, Megumi.” Poor kid, blushes a bit hearing your compliment. “Practice this set of questions and I think you’ll do pretty well on your tests.” You smile.
Fushiguro nods as he does as you say, face still heated up. He looks up at you, who was reading a book. Your hair slightly in your face, lips slightly parted with eyes focused. You were extremely beautiful and as much as he wouldn’t admit it , he had a big fat kid crush on you.
“Megumi-chan.” Suddenly he is shoved to the side as a body makes way in between you and him. It was Gojo who sat in between. “Move over~ This seat is mine.”
The boy frowns and so did you, not liking Gojo’s action. “Don’t interrupt the kid, who is studying.” Kid? Ouch…You huff as your move over, despite you complaining you make space for him, focus back on your book.
Fushiguro watched as Gojo leans closer to you, almost resting his head on your neck as he looked over to your book; after a while eyes slowly moved over to you, his expression softens.
Gojo smiles as he tugs a piece of hair behind your hair, to which you don’t react as if it was normal. Thee older man then turns his head to Fushiguro—oops,he got caught staring.
The white haired boy then grins, a condescending one in fact as he mouths out the following words.
‘y/n-is-mine.” Fushiguro huffs. ‘back-off.”
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૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₊˚✧JUJUTSU KAISEN LINKS PT.2 !!
MDNI !! | CW: Anal, degradation, doggy, riding, titty sucking, thigh job, pussy spanking, spanking, fingering, masturbation, blowjob, pussy eating, double dildo, cheating?
A/N : I'm so so grateful for the love in my first post! Thank you all so much, tell me if you'd like a part 3, and tell me what characters should i put, and what other fandoms should i do! ♡
Pt.1 | Pt.3
₊˚✧ Megumi Fushiguro !!
Megumi playing with ur kitty.
Megumi eating you and fingering you.
Giving him a deep throat.
Getting spanked by step brother Megumi.
Teasing Megumi.
Riding Megumi.
Megumi swears his hand slipped.
Taking you from behind his is dream.
Megumi with you after a long day of having to deal with Satoru, Yuji, and Nobara.
₊˚✧ Nanami Kento !!
Nanami is tired of your bratty demeanor, so he gives you what you want, but meanly.
When Nanami comes home and you're asleep, he can't resist your little sleepy face.
Nanami making you hump his feet for being a brat all day.
Fucking you nice and firm.
Taking you like this is therapeutic for him.
Fingering you while he drives.
Filled up by Nanami.
₊˚✧ Yuji Itadori !!
A thigh job should be enough for Yuji.
Yuji after he found out you cheated w Sukuna.
He loves your ass more than anything.
Yuji taking you with so much love and devotion.
Before going to sleep, you like to tease Yuji a bit.
Yuji at your house a week later after saying he was done with you.
Perv!Yuji finally fucking your pretty pussy.
Yuji using his strenght so you don't do anything.
₊˚✧ Shiu Kong !!
Shiu taking you so lovingly because you've been such a good girl for him.
Shiu folding you after a long day of shopping.
He loves roleplaying with you.
Shiu teasing your two holes.
Shiu giving you proper discipline.
Being needy, but Shiu can't leave the fucking cigarrette.
Sucking Shiu off after he comes home stressed from work.
Shiu taking you doggy style, loving how your back arches.
He loves the view of your tits when you ride him.
Breeding you nice and full of his seed.
₊˚✧ Higuruma Hiromi !!
He loves it wet and messy.
Higuruma craves this view when you ride him.
Taking you on a vacation, so when you fuck, you can't keep your eyes off the landscape.
Higuruma is secretly a loser who loves thighs.
Higuruma fucking you carefully in his office, he doesn't want anyone finding out he fuck his assistant.
Higuruma needs his stress reliever after a rough case.
Higuruma letting you suck him like a baby.
He tries to be rough, but he loves you so much he can't imagine of hurting your little body.
Higuruma didn't want to be mean, but you deserve it after being a whore all day with his co-workers.
Higuruma fucking you from behind.
₊˚✧ Maki Zen'in !!
Maki making you feel so good.
Kissing session w Maki.
This is the only way Maki can put some sense into you.
Maki taming your bratty ass.
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