We Don’t Have No Babies!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mentions of kids, máting press, pússydrunk boys, manhandling, marking, spitting, degradation, praise, cúmplay, the elders ugh (Gojo’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. WHEWW take this as an apology gift for missing yesterday’s post date, I overslept eheheh.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - What’s another?

“Don’t hah- pass out on me yet, doll.” Toji hisses. Spreading your swollen folds further apart with his fingers, already stretched so obscenely around his swollen cock, and only trying to squeeze deeper. “What was it that brat said again?”

And you can only let out a broken whine in response - too high off the stretch and the utterly sinful pool of his cum spreading on the sheets below. It’s been like this for hours now, both of you barely lucid at this point. But you can’t bring yourself to be disgusted, not even a little bit. 

Because Toji’s throwing your legs over his shoulders, pressing down, down, down, till your knees were at your tits. Folded in half, and stuffed full beneath him. God, you weren’t going to make it out alive. 

“Oh, riiight.” he drags out, voice strained. Deceivingly innocent had it not been for that devilish grin. “He called you ‘mama’.”

“𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘”.. 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐄 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—gojo finds out that you’re baking a pie for some stupid co worker of yours, shows you that he’s the only one deserving

pairing: gojo x fem! reader

content: smut, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, hair pulling, belly bulge, breeding, finger sucking, spit swallowing, mean teasing

When Gojo strolled into the kitchen to find you baking one of your signature cream filled pies he hummed. Pressing up against you with his arms around your waist while placing soft kisses to your neck.

“That smells delicious baby, who’s it for?” He had seen the text from your coworker asking you to bake one for him.

“Oh thanks baby! It’s just for some coworker at work. Been begging me for one of my pies for a while now.” You shrugged. “Hmm.. and would that co worker happen to be the same one who’s been flirting with you for ages?” He whispered when his lips reached your ear, hot breath fanning against your skin as you swallowed hard.

—

“Don’t fucking run from it baby, take it all like a good girl.” Gojo growled out, a grin spread across his face as his cock drilled meanly into your cunt. His hand in your hair yanking your head back to look up at him. Blue eyes seemingly darker when he groaned.

toji’s fucking you in a mating press, impossibly deep.

he’s folded over you so he can watch your eyes roll back, smear kisses across your face, and groan into your ear. but you have an inexplicable urge that you can no longer ignore.

you’re staring at his neck, thick and glistening with sweat and spit, littered with bite marks and plum blooms. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, likely trying not to bust too soon.

without thinking, you crane your head upward and wrap your lips around his adam’s apple and suck, occasionally grazing your teeth across the delicate flesh.

it takes you a moment to realize that toji has paused his movements, verdant gaze on you behind his inky strands. you lay back and look at him through your lashes. he’s panting, brows furrowed, jaw clenched.

“the fuck was that?” he grits out.

instead of responding, you examine his features a little longer, and—oh. your lips curl into a wicked grin and your boyfriend chuckles wryly. you’ll be the end of him.

“do it again,” he mutters, “please.”

who are you to deny him?

ও best friend's big brother!choso x fem!reader

choso who knows it's so wrong to lust over the best friend of his little brother but he can't help himself. he's glad his little brother is so oblivious sometimes, anyone else would have noticed that his distraction arrived at the exact same time as you when yuji welcomed you to their house after you got kicked out of your apartment. and honestly, choso is praying for you to never find an apartment ever again.

choso who grips his cup of tea a little tighter when he sees you in the morning, hair all messy, quickly walking towards the bathroom while rubbing your sleepy eyes, your tits moving freely under your shirt and your nipples piercing through the fabric. choso often goes to the bathroom after you, desperate to rub his hard on after seeing you walking while looking like that.

choso whose room is right next to the guest room where you sleep...

choso who happens to hear you every time you touch yourself late at night, and he tries to be respectful, he tries to go back to sleep with his earphones on like any normal person would do, god he really tries to... but soon enough he can feel the stinging ache between his legs begin to rise and he blushes as he pictures your naked body under the covers, your fingers coated in your sweet juices. he bites and licks his lip, wondering how you'd taste like against his tongue, rubbing his rock hard cock through his boxers while thinking of it.

choso who cums so fucking hard while thinking about you that he lets out a high-pitched moan that echoes in the silent night. it's already too late when he shamefully slams his hand against his mouth, he's sure you heard him.

choso who can't even look into your eyes the morning after, stuttering as he says good morning back to you and... wait did you just smirk and wink at him??

nanami's the type to love referring to you as his wife. he sneaks it into conversation at any given chance: "let me ask my wife", "sorry, i've got to get home to my wife", "oh, have i introduced you to my wife?"

calling you his wife just comes naturally to him, as if he was always meant to call you his. your name is a secret only for him, and the title of being your husband fills him with an indescribable warmth. he's content with being yours, he's proud to call you his, and he's undoubtedly, hopelessly in love with you.

with you, everything is so blissfully domestic. when his bones ache with exhaustion, his whole body relaxes and surrenders itself to you when he finally gets home. he takes you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your face, his gentle caresses letting you know that he's missed you and that he's home. he lets himself melt into you, finding sanctuary in your warm embrace.

soft smiles, tender touches, it's a dream to be nanami kento's. loved, adored, worshipped, taken care of, believed in. nanami gives you his all because you deserve nothing less.

and his love for you is endless, unbound by the depths of the ocean. his love is warmth and honey, sweet hums and loving whispers. his love is the extra cup of coffee he leaves on the kitchen counter, your toothbrush next to his. his love is the silent promise in a tender gaze - that you will be his last, his forever and always.

because nanami kento does not hesitate. there's not an ounce of uncertainty in him. he makes no mistakes. it's you. you or no one at all. you are his love, his wife, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

argue with ur mammy about it.

actually just dropped to my knees i need him so bad. I WANT MY HUSBAND

you and satoru were co-stars in the second season of a very famous tv showed, to your surprise, everyone loved the both of you.

talked about how fluent the dialogue was, how your body language reacted to his and his did the same, almost like…

“fuck, fuck, fuck satoru!” your body banging against the mirror in your trailer as satoru slammed into you, your panties dangling from your angle.

“shhh… fuck, shut the fuck up.” he grunted out between thrusts, his big dick pushing into you so deep you were starting to get light headed.

his head dropping to your shoulder as he starts to get close, his hands gripping your hip getting tighter and so does your walls.

clenching around him as hie tries to keep a steady pace but it’s only getting sloppier, his grunts turning into whimpers.

your hand coming up to cover your mouth so you won’t spill moans out, tiny los forming in your throat and a tear falling out your eye.

“fuck…” satoru draws out, his pace slowing down and your body releasing all tension, your eyes twitching from the wave of pleasure.

so there’s that, two co stars, fucking in between breaks, nothing strange there, nope.

if anything it’s a good thing, the fluidity of your movements and dialogue with each other is great, that’s what keeps the viewership.

reading the comments on how you guys looked like you were actually in love made you and satoru’s cheeks warm.

another reason why this should never stop, money, pleasure, it’s everything.

“wanna run lines in your trailer?” your cheeks warm from asking the question but satoru likes your boldness.

taking your hand and walking you to his trailer.

he loved how your body gravitated and moved in motions with his, cause this method acting if you will.

the fake sex on screen even felt so real, the sexual tension between you two were so strong, everyone on set could feel it.

“ugh what beautiful artists you both are .” the director would say to the both of you. the praise felt good, and not something someone says to be nice… it felt real.

real enough for you to want to keep fucking him.

choso fucking you so roughly that he breaks the condom and he can see the holes forming in it but he just keeps fucking you, even after he cries as he whines ‘’m cumminggg’, watching the way his cum leaked out of the holes and slowly gave his cock a milky sheen. he just sobs as he overstimulates himself, just sooo addicted to that sweet feeling of your pussy massaging his dick as he just keeps cumming and cumming—

suguru is the type to answer the phone while he’s fucking you.

ugh the man he is, while he’s deep inside you and he gets a call and he’s contemplating on answering but does it anyways.

this doesn’t happen all the time but it happens most of the time, he’s a busy man who has a lot of people who rely on him.

you’ve gotten used to it but your eyes will still go big when you see him reaching for his as he’s mid stroke.

your walls clenching up from anxiety but all he’s does is smirk and presses the accept button quickly covering your mouth.

muffled moans will come out and he’ll shoot you a glare as he pushes into you even harder as the distant voices from the phone come out.

“hello?… yeah of course i’m not busy… just chilling out.” you feel so good that he himself can’t even keep his moans down but he’s gotten better over time.

especially with how you clench around him when you hear how nonchalantly he’s talking to the other person on the side.

suguru even thinks your pussy feels better when you’re on the phone, the way you clench around him and make those wide eyes turns him on so much.

he’ll lean down and lower his phone down so he can be at a distance to where the other person can’t hear and say…

“you’re being such a good girl, just keep being quiet.” praising you for lying under him as he pushes all his length inside of you, quiet curses slipping out of his mouth.

the other person will question what he said and he’ll just laugh and shoot you a wink as he smirks before deepening his strokes.

“huh? oh nothing nothing i pushed into something too hard.” sometimes you’ll laugh but the other times you’ll be crying under his hand because of how good it feels.

the way he purposely does things so you can let out a whimper loud enough so the other person can hear.

they’ll ask with a lot of concern coating their voice what was that and suguru will say every time…

“it’s just my dog… she’s being a bad girl.” then push into you quickly causing you to moan so loud there was no way the person wouldn’t notice.

it turns him on so much to answer calls in the middle of fucking, he actually encourages people to call him then flips you over and gets to work.

it’s like a kink, that keeps him going.

NSFW but the boys cumming prematurely simply by kissing has been on my mind heavy lately like—

I know I need to stop but I can’t stop thinking about getting hot and heavy with them and apparently it gets too hot too fast and they’re so embarrassed but you’re chill about it you actually find it hot endearing.

Satoru whose body stiffened as he pulled his lips away from yours. You could feel his body slightly shake and twitch beneath you, and he's looking at you with a sheepish expression, widened eyes and his lips slowly curled into an embarrassed grin. He makes jokes of the situation to ease his embarrassment and he explains how it wouldn’t affect his performance, confidence wavering in the slightest but you simply laugh at his jokes and assure him that it was okay and you actually found it cute.

Ooof or how Suguru is probably the one who is most embarrassed, pushing his body off of yours interrupting the steamy make out session. You wondered if you did something wrong but you knew that wasn’t the case when you looked at his expression. Head hung low and you both watched as the bulge in his sweats twitched, staining the gray with milky white drops that pushed past the fabrics. He facepalmed to cover his reddening face and apologized profusely. You didn’t mean to laugh but you did, giggles escaping your lips and you cupped his face that was hot to the touch, to let him know it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Or Nanami who groaned into your lips, roughly grabbing your hips to stop from grinding on his. He looked down and you followed suit, eyeing how his legs flexed while his dick twitched some, a growing wet spot now visible on his slacks. He looked up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didn’t even know it was possible. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t know what to say. You gave him a smile and guided your hips back on his, you didn’t need an explanation, you just needed him.

Gosh I’m a slut for tropes like these. Like yes love me love me love me love me.

Gojo Satoru

TW: NSFW, implied noncon, yandere, forced/arranged marriage

Childhood friend Satoru – who’d whine about cooties but at the same time be the one chasing you around with bugs and slugs on a stick and a bright big sun-swallowing grin across his face.

Childhood friend Satoru – who got somewhat of a nervous breakdown when he suddenly realized he did all that because he has a crush on you.

Childhood friend Satoru – who freaks out when you start wearing those short school-issued skirts – and can't keep his blush to himself when he notices you swap out training bras for pretty lace cups.

Childhood friend Satoru – who looks at you applying lipstick with wide blue eyes – thickly swallowing his own spit at the sight of gloss tinting the brim of your drink – hot and sweaty while imagining the stain on his cock.

Childhood friend Satoru – who has no sense of personal space regarding you – hugs you from behind when you’re talking to other friends, leaning his head atop yours – and slings his arm around your shoulders when walking home together.

Childhood friend Satoru – who invites himself into your plans and is utterly shocked and pouty when you tell him he can’t come because it’s a girl’s night.

Childhood friend Satoru – who doesn’t harbor any resentment toward anyone until he understands that there are people in the world who think he’s willing to share you with them.

Childhood friend Satoru – who decides he’s your boyfriend without even asking you – who watches you laugh at him when he tells you he doesn’t like when you speak to the boys in your class, looking at you with an opposing straight face you’ve never seen on him, before telling you that he doesn’t think it’s very funny.

Childhood friend Satoru – who you’ve known since you were both in diapers but who suddenly feels like a total stranger – who suddenly has this look in his eyes that gives you chills – and it’s not so much that you fear for yourself because you’re still very much certain he’d never hurt you, only you no longer feel confident in saying the same for others.

Childhood friend Satoru – who goes to the chief of your clan and asks for your hand behind your back – who tells you it’s a matter between them, between head clansmen, not silly girls who don't understand their own good.

Childhood friend Satoru – who has this completely blank look of apathy written across his face when you scream at him that he can’t just decide your life without consulting you – who only tells you that you promised yourself to him a long time ago, that you promised him that you’d stay together forever, that you’re not allowed to leave him now.

Childhood friend Satoru – who starts telling you what you can and can’t wear, who doesn’t allow you to go outside without him escorting you, who keeps you in the house and expects you to be happy about it – and pins you up against the wall when you uproar against it – glaring at you with a searing comet-blue stare that makes your heart jump to your throat in fear – gripping your upper arms in such a bruising hold he makes you wince, as he spits out that you’ll do what he tells you to do because you belong to him.

when you open your office door, you find satoru down on one knee.

“oh my god,” you whisper harshly, trying to pull him back to his feet. “get up before someone sees—”

he says your name loudly in proclamation at the very moment principal yaga and shoko decide to step out of the former’s office. your face burns when they turn to find the source of the outburst.

satoru is unperturbed by the attention, positively flourishing under it as he unrolls the sheet of paper he’s holding out to you. “will you please make our relationship official and take a very romantic stroll down to hr with me?”

“everyone already knows that you’re dating,” shoko points out from down the hall. “you live together and have like, a dozen kids.”

“yeah, duh,” your boyfriend replies, jumping back onto his feet. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, beaming at your coworkers. “but we need to fill the forms out to legally take me off the jujutsu tech dating market.”

“that’s entirely incorrect,” your boss sighs, having had to explain this concept far too many times today. “faculty must disclose romantic relationships to monitor for possible conflicts of interest.”

“oh, yeah,” satoru nods, suddenly very solemn. “sending you on missions with nanami was really conflicting with my interests.”

“you are so dramatic,” you laugh, wiggling out from under his arm in favour of taking his hand, dragging him toward yaga’s office. “come on, let’s go sign those forms before i decide to run away with nanami.”

“don’t even joke about that!”

i think haitani ran is very sexy. half body and neck tattoos. neatly slicked back hair. jaded violet orbs. sickly sweet languid smile. expensive custom tailored suits. deep melifluous voice. witty. the oldest brother. in6 feet tall. 37 year old. a gemini. i can go on and on

pussy is quite literally the prettiest sight, but it feels even better. it’s soft. pillowy folds all wet, slick oozing from the center. the fat of your pussy lips feels good when he cups a hand over the mound.

and your clit, it’s all puffy and swollen, and throbbing. he hasn’t done a thing to it yet.

“how pretty, right?” he marvels as he rubs two fingers through your folds, slicking up your slit and gathering cream to your clit, the excess dribbling down the globes of your ass. “it’s messy. your pussy’s a mess.”

that has you closing your thighs and crossing your arms over your face, but he tuts at you, snaking his hand in the apex of your thighs to cup your cunt. “don’t be shy. it’s pretty.”

then he’s grinding his palm against it, the joints of his fingers getting all sticky and tacky with cum. he keeps grinding and grinding despite the noises of disapproval from you, despite the death grip of your thighs closed around his wrist, despite the squirm of your hips.

when you cum, thighs finally parting, he focuses his hand in an angle that digs the heel of his palm over your clit, then swipes it up. your pussy throbs and twitches. back arching, eyes rolled back, mouth agape in a silent scream, legs twitching, you squirt and squirt your release.

Gojo most definitely presses down on your stomach during sex.

“Feel me here?” with his voice raspy and breaths heavy. “Feel how deep that pussy is sucking me in?” Giving you a hard thrust so that his cock grazes against your g spot.

Letting out a groan when you clench down on him, your mewls and moans becoming music to his ears as his hips slam into you.

“Go on. Let it all out f’ me. Don’t hold anything back.” he grunts, his hand traveling down until it presses onto the lowest point of your abdomen.

You feel an intense orgasm building in your stomach, your pussy spasming before you’re squirting uncontrollably with a loud cry of his name.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Still fucking roughly into you through the continuous sprays of your wetness drenching his cock.

you’re all i need. ♱

your pouty lips wobbled as ran’s hips slammed into your ass cheeks. his palm pressing against your spine as you arched your back so perfectly for him. he can’t help but to slow his strokes, lean down and kiss your spine. “so pretty.. fuck.” he mumbles between kisses.

your fist squeeze the sheets for dear life as his cock slowly drags against your spongy walls, your pussy clenching around him so tightly. “ran, you’re s’deep..” you whimpered into the mattress, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

suddenly ran grabs a fistful of your hair, raising you up against his tatted chest and kisses your jaw and neck while he’s giving you the deadliest slowest strokes. “mmph— ran, m’gonna cum! m’cummin!” you sobbed, falling apart completely against him.

it’s not regularly that ran gets to see you like this.. working for the largest organization in the country isn’t for the weak. he’s rarely home and when he is, you’re melting in his hands exactly like you are now. he really needed this, needed you.

“hm, yeah? that’s it..” ran coos, smashing his lips against yours like a sudden wave, “cum on what’s yours, baby.”