#the way he looks at his wife tho | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nanaomei · 2 months

Text

SUGAR DADDY RUSH - SATORU GOJO

You’re his sugar and he’s your daddy; you’d never guess getting a sponsor would get him so hooked over, and now he’ll make you stay for good.

TW: dark content, MDNI (18+), smut, adultery, home wrecker, sponsorship, age gap (he’s an old fart alright?), Gojo is an asshole, reader is bit of a slut tho

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who approached you one day during your shift, leaving you overwhelmed with the amount of attention he poured onto you.

You thought something might have been wrong with his order, but was taken aback when he asked for your number instead. You couldn’t possibly say no after the enormous tip he left for you, but kept telling yourself it’s only under the impression of you two being on friendly terms.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who texts you multiple times a day, asking about your well-being and seems genuinely interested in what type of life you lead or if you’re seeing anyone else besides him

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who offers you to be his trust fund baby after you refused to engage with a married man, begging for you to reconsider.

You try standing your ground, but let’s be real, you really need that money. It only takes few days of him constantly coming over to your work place for you to succumb.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡who early in the "relationship" trespasses conditions and boundaries of your agreement, treating you more like his partner than a girl who’s life he sponsors, going great lengths to have you happy and secure, much more, providing you with quality time, affection, comfort, the list goes on.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who’s cheating on his wife, but claims It doesn’t matter since she has an affair of her own. You’ll never get to know if that’s actually true or just his way of easing up your worries, but you’re just his fund baby, so it’s not like you’re ruining anything, right?

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who swears he’ll leave his wife for you, although you never asked him to in the first place.

“I’ll divorce her, it takes time but be patient with me, alright?” Needles to say he had yet to keep his promise, but you’re in no rush, life is good the way it is and besides, you don’t feel like being responsible for breaking up a marriage.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who's much more serious about you than you give him credit for.

The first sign should’ve been him showing you off to his friends, and even taking you to his work events instead of his spouse, but you’re too much in denial to notice.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who insists on buying you a spacious house near him, claiming that the living conditions in dorms aren’t suitable for you- he’s not wrong, but you still politely decline. You’re really not looking forward to seeing both of them on your morning runs.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who buys you a luxurious condo instead, stating it was his before and empty, so it's only right you live in it.

You’re pretty sure he’s lying because few weeks prior you had him asking if this part of town accommodates you, specifically said building, but you turn a blind eye on that and after some more pestering, agree to move in, knowing he won’t let this go otherwise.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who says you’re the love of his life, affirming he’s not lying when he says he pictures you by his side.

“Baby, you know you’re the only one for me, the only girl in this world” you don’t believe him, but still manage to brush that aside; money speaks louder than any words ever could anyway.

♡Sugar daddy Gojo♡ who wants nothing more than for you to have his children. He doesn’t have any of his own yet, but neither does he hide he’s been dreaming of this for a while, and the idea of you heavy with his offspring? Delicious.

You’re perfect for him, did you know that?

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

You knew it was bad the moment you started seeing him. After all, he’s an older man, a bad influence. But you really can’t help yourself, and maybe, you don’t want to. Because Satoru is just too good of a man to pass on.

The gifts, all those fancy dates, the spoiling; you never had a strong mentality to begin with. And when he’s whispering sweet nothing into your ear, eyes admiring the way you squirm at his touch, you really just feel weak.

Maybe you really are just weak.

“Keep looking baby, keep looking at yourself,” the steady peace of his hips has you going mad, hitting against your behind teasingly slow, and you’re tempted to just beg him to go faster, but know he won’t let you have that.

The hand around your throat tightens its grip ever so slightly, demanding recognition, and with a soft title of your jaw, he has you looking up at him once again- like he needs you to.

“I can’t” your voice creaks from shame as you refuse to open your eyes and see what he’s doing to you- what you’re letting him do; showing the layer of vulnerability he craves to admire, “you can’t, huh? you know that’s not true, baby, right? please just-“

His own voice turns almost whiny, strained with passion, pleading with you as if he needed your solace for peace. “pretty please baby, please just look how well she’s taking me, y-yeah? I know you can”

You really don’t want to, but god it’s hard not to agree when he’s in such a needy state. It’s embarrassing, the way he refers to your private parts in such manner, of course, but he just really couldn’t care less about how absurd he’s acting. Your pussy gets him drunk each time, and he refuses to hide it.

Finally with another squeeze of his fingers, you force yourself to pry your eyes open, bathing in the dirty image of you two in the mirror. With legs crossed and barely holding up, it’s almost shameful.

You gasp as his hips pick up their peace, slowly but sensually ensuring faster and faster to your climax, making your back arch in failed attempt to somewhat soften down the ruthless thrusts of his pelvis against your ass.

Groaning, you reach behind you, digging your nails into his flesh, hoping to slow his peace before you go insane, gripping tightly on his toned butt cheek with a whine- it doesn’t work though, only gets him to force out a dry laugh of pleasure.

It makes you shiver, a shiver that travels all the way down your spine and gets stuck in your belly. You feel your walls contract around his cock in response, an involuntary reaction to his amusement.

Your nails digging into his skin only made him enjoy it all more, giving you the bitter sweet pleasure of knowing that it’s your desperate attempts to slow his thrusts that intensify his rapture. You know you shouldn’t allow that, but it’s just a reflex, a useless one.

Still panting from the exertion of his act, but most of all from the intensity of said situation, you look around to see if anyone had heard him chuckle out loud like that in the middle of banging. There‘a no one, but you can’t shake the feeling paranoia at being found out by someone.

The thought of his wife catching you two like this makes you feel so naughty, and you just let it out in tiny moaning whines.

Pulling at your hair, he forces your head to look up at him again, blue eyes swimming with desire. The admiration in his gaze is almost sickening, but you can’t look away - it feels like you’re under a spell.

"Look at how slutty you're being," he says, voice rough with exhilaration. "My little princess, letting me take her like that. You think it's funny, don't you? How you react this way when I touch you, how wet your cunt gets every time I say your pussy's name."

The squeeze around your throat is gentle, but hard enough to remind you just who’s in control here.

"You know you want it, don't you? You want my baby inside you, is that it? Want to feel how it is, huh?" loosing himself in the pleasure of your warm velvet walls, Satoru can’t do anything but babble, pushing a little bit harder, grinding into you greedily.

"You know I can give it to you, right? J-just say the word and I’ll do it," he sighs, releasing your hair to hold onto you more firmly, feeling your pussy clenching him tightly, and he has to pause for a moment, swallowing heavily. When you don’t agree, it’s only a sign for him to show you he’s right.

"Still being difficult I see, so let me show you something."

Taking your chin, he turns your face towards the mirror again, making you bite down on your lip at the sight of your own pussy, so wet and needy, dripping and quivering all over.

And then there he was, moving his hips faster, thrusting deep, making you whine pitifully in need of some release. But it’s him, and you know it. You know it’s him that you want, that you need, that you will always choose.

"Baby, you know I can hear your whimpering, there's no need to try and hide it." Satoru chuckles, his voice like velvet, and it sends shivers down your spine all over again, yet you can’t confiscate a smile off of your face. He pulls back from you, your eyes following the proof of his rapture in the air, growing as large as his pupils dilate. "Be honest with me, dear"

He laughs disarmingly, touching the tip of your chin before whispering "I need this and so do you, so let me fuck you dumb until I can’t no more" You don’t know if you should be happy about that. He pulls you up, throwing you back into the mattress and in one second he’s back inside you. "Now, look at our reflection again, I'll give you half a minute, okay?"

You curse mentally at the mirror hanged on his ceiling, it’s reflection torturing you with the image of him thrusting wildly into your cunt, flexing the muscles on his body, and it has you shivering in disbelief over how he makes it seem like you’re his. A soft whisper in your ear with one of his devilish grins, his teeth gritting so desperate it’s like asking for more.

He chuckles, rocking his hips erratically against you, knowing it’ll make you wetter. And as you look around, your face flushes red with the excitement.

He must have felt it too, your need, your desperation - the way your legs tremble as you try to hold on to the bed. "Look at you," he whispers again, voice strained painfully. "Can't you see how much you want me? Can't you feel it?" His eyes burn with a fire that grows harder and harder to look at, but you’re powerless to turn away.

"o-ohh god... yes..." you manage to choke out between heavy breaths, your voice cracking under the intensity of his thrusts, making you claw at his back harder as if you wanted to make him bleed, marking him as your own "y-your cock... it's... so big..." you pant, body shaking with each grind he makes against you.

"That's right, baby, tell me how much you love it," he groans, his pace increasing even more "Tell me how good I am at pleasing you."

And you do, whimpering as your hands grip tightly onto him, your eyes rolling back "I... I do... I love it... I never... felt this good..."

"Be g-good to me then, alright? Be good and have my baby,” it’s almost pathetic, the way he begs, yet with the intensity in his voice, you know he means it.

And the crazy part? You want it too. You want to please him and and you most certainly will "Say that you want it, make me proud" he makes it sound like a desperate plea, but the kind of desperate that makes you see stars.

"S-Satoru," you babble, "want it so bad, w-want your baby inside me," crying out, your voice shook, barely able to form the words. The way he looks back at you, eyes filled with hunger and adoration, it‘a almost too much to take.

"That's a good girl," him praising you is the final straw as he wastes no time before moving faster, harder. Your heart races, your breath catching in your throat, nails digging deeper into his hips, and the feeling between your legs becomes almost unbearable.

You can feel it - his seed building up inside of him, his balls slapping against your ass, and he’s so close too. "So close, baby, so close," he cooes, and your eyes water, a sob trapped in your throat.

It’s a cruel thing, but you do it anyway- looking down at the sight of his cock sinking into you, the way his thighs shake, the way your body is being ravaged. Every little detail screams of your want and in the end, just as he promised, he fills you to the brim, shooting his seed deep inside.

You scream his name with relief, gasping for air, crying from ecstasy. And he holds you tightly, whispering sweet nothings, knowing that he got what he wanted.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the room around you, the music playing softly in the background, even time itself—all that matters is this connection between you, this feeling he blessed you with. You close your eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensation of his member stretching you out, filling you up completely.

Shaking in his grasp, you hear the sound of front door opening, your body momentarily freezing in panic. Satoru however, looks more focused on keeping you close than concerned about his wife walking in.

"Shh, baby, don’t stress over it," he soothes, lips brushing against your ear as a grin spreads over his features. "Told ya I’m divorcing her anyway, didn’t I?

a/n: obviously let’s not praise cheating, but also I’m so fucking in love with this man (a little mentally unstable, but I’m just a girl)

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk smut #jjk x reader #dark content #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

3K notes · View notes