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Poly!Satosugu with a partner who’s a Maid of Honour/Best Man in a wedding
I’ll be a bridesmaid in my aunts wedding, and I’m very excited for it. I’m also like a half-Maid of Honour because I’m helping with the planning and such lol, so I’m making this :3
Satoru is SO excited. He can and he WILL threaten people to watch you in the wedding. He has no qualms spending hundreds of thousands of yen to made you look absolutely beautiful.
You can be a guy who wants to wear a dress, or a girl who wants to wear a tux, or all of the above. Satoru will NOT care.
Satoru Gojo can and WILL make whatever dreams you have come true, he doesn’t give a shit if it’s not your wedding, he’ll make sure you stand out in the BEST way possible.
Suguru on the other hand, spends 99% of his time up until whatever wedding you’re apart of holding Satoru back.
“If the couple doesn’t want to invite us, they’re not going to invite us. You are not threatening anybody.”
“But-“ 🥺
“No ‘but’s, Satoru”
“☹️”
Suguru does happen to love watching you try out dresses or tuxes, he won’t say anything unless you don’t feel confident. But in his head, he thinks you’re the most majestic thing to ever live.
The both of them may just sneak out of the reception an hour early just to take you somewhere quiet and silent to take their turns dancing with you beneath the moonlight.
They’re both a bit unique, sure, but they’re lovely to be with.
You may or may not see them holding hands out of the corner of your eye as you walk down the aisle and give an encouraging grin to the groom.
posting this early for mr anon in my ask box
imagining cuddling and napping with Poly!SatoSugu
These two men are both clearly very strong, stronger than your average Jujutsu Sorcerer, but they’re also both so incredibly… stupid.
They’re very attached to each other and you, which is why, when cuddling them, you’re simply suffocating between them.
When it’s a particularly stressful day, or night, for any of you, you’re always squished between the two of them. And I mean squished.
They’re both fond of cuddling if everyone is able to be held, so you’re in the middle while the two men squeeze against you in order to hold one another as well.
If you happen to fall asleep, they loosen their grip. After all, they don’t want to hurt you by squeezing you too hard while you’re asleep.
Now, if they both fall asleep, you may hear them talk in their sleep, Satoru more than Suguru. You’ll hear Satoru say so many things, talking about mochi, different types of cake, etc.
You’ve also heard Satoru mutter something along the lines of ‘domain expansion’ before continuing to snore. You and Suguru are so incredibly lucky he hasn’t accidentally set off Infinite Void in his sleep, both in the middle of the night and while napping.
Suguru’s sleep-talk is much cuter. He says different nicknames that he has for you and Satoru, and you haven’t heard much else.
But either way, you’re pretty positive that they both dream about your little throuple constantly.
GOJO AND FACESITTING PLEASE 🙏🙏
ⵌ — bring it over here .ᐟ
˖ ࣪ ٬ satoru gojo x reader
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contents Ⳋ facesitting, dirty talk, gojo is so tantalizing, praise, sub!reader , dom!gojo, he’s a lil full of himself (but who wouldn’t be), premature ejaculation
a/n : back on my writing grind :3 thankx for requesting this liv, wanted to write for gojo for some time now !!! i love him RAHHH i need him so bad, not proof read cus im lazy
word count: 1.1k
“don’t you jus’ love being mine?”
you and your boyfriend gojo were relaxing on your shared bed; propped up against the headboard and engaging in random conversation. the tv was buzzing in the background, the faint illumination of it being the only source of light. you deadpan at his comment. “huh?” you smirk slightly, looking over at him, “what d’you mean?”
“oh, y’know,” he starts, leaning his head against yours and squeezing you close against his side with a small ‘oomf’ at the sudden impact from you, “not everyone gets a taste of the strongest. it comes with some perks! i mean, wouldn’t you agree?” he nudges you, playfulness evident in his features.
you decide to endulge in his banter, and you turn so you’re able to look at him properly. “yeah? what ‘perks’ are you referring to?” you ask with air quotations, and a mischievous glint sparks in his blue irises. “for starters,” he maneuvers you so he can sit behind you, his hands sprawling on your stomach as he inhales your sweet scent, “protection, for one.”
“i know everyone’s always after me, but they’ll never dare to touch you. they know what will happen either way.” he says with a nonchalant shrug and you snicker. “i suppose you’re right about that,” you nudge, “what else?”
he smiles, moving his head down to nip at the skin of your neck. “well, there’s the matter of pleasure,” he emphasizes, and you tilt your head with a playful roll of your eyes to give him more access to your neck. you can’t deny it, though; there’s no doubt that he makes you feel the best you’ve ever had, both intimately and domestically.
“sounds appealing,” you joke, and nip the plush of your bottom lip at the feeling of his lips traveling along the sensitive area. he chuckles, and you can feel it rumble deep within his chest from behind you. he bites down on your shoulder playfully. “oh, but you haven’t even heard the best part yet,” he pulled you close so your back his flush against his and you feel him smirk against your skin.
“the best part of being mine is i love spoiling you.” you let out a small laugh; it’s true, he really did spoil you. you sigh, leaning your head against his cheek. “yeah, trust me i know. i think you spoil me a little too much.”
he moves his hands to rest on your waist and he squeezes. “too much? nah, no such thing of too much when it comes t’you, sweetheart.” he nuzzles his face into your neck. “i like takin’ care of you, y’deserve it.” you sigh, slumping against him with a soft smile. “you’re cute, but it only makes me want to repay you.”
he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your middle as he firmly holds you. “there’s no need. seein’ you happy and taken care of is my repayment.” his voice is laced with genuine affection; you know he means it.
“but . . . if you insist on repaying me, i can think of somethin’ you can do for me.”
and that’s how you ended up hovering over his face hesitantly, your hands gripping onto the headboard as his hands rested on your thighs. you’re dripping; your essence dropping onto his lips which only makes him more impatient. “cmon, baby. sit that pretty lil’ pussy on me. gonna make you feel good, promise. you wanted to repay me, right? sit.”
you swallow thickly, looking down at him hesitantly. “but— what if i hurt you? like, what if you can’t breathe?” he laughs at your nervousness and pats your leg in reassurance. “trust me, sweet girl. you’re not gonna hurt me, ‘nd i’ll breathe. you can do it, cmon.”
you sigh, reluctantly sitting on his face. you don’t sit all the way; but that’s not enough. he pulls your thighs and makes you sit fully and he wastes no time digging in to his favorite meal — you.
his tongue dives deep into your slit, his nose rubbing against your clit with fervor. you let out a sharp moan at the sudden pleasure and your hands grip impossibly tight around the headboard. “oh— oh fuck, ‘toru,” you cry, one of your hands flying down to grip at his hair.
he groans as pries his eyes open to look up at you with half-lidded eyes, humming the occasional ‘mhm’ against your folds; the vibrations going straight to your core.
your lips are parted with each gasp and you look down at him with the flushed embarrassment on your face. you feel him smirk against you — dick.
“y’feelin’ good, baby? i am, y’taste so good, so sweet.” you whine and your fingers tangle in his white locs. “yeahh, grip my hair, baby. fuck back on my tongue, cmon.” he pats your ass encouragingly and your hips begin to rock against his lips.
he welcomes it, the lewd squelch of your juices only serves as a further reminder of how good you feel. you feel fucked dumb already — the slurping sounds the only thing keeping you grounded. he moans himself, his hips shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable with the twitching boner in his boxers.
you can feel your orgasm building up within you, your hips stuttering. he reaches his hands up to wrap around the underside of your thighs and rocks you for you, the stimulation being too much. “toru,” you whimper, “‘s too much, ‘m gonna cum.”
he smiles against you and flicks his tongue over your pearl. “yeah? i got you, baby. cum all over this tongue, ‘s gonna feel so good,” he encourages, and it works.
your orgasm hits you without warning, and you go quiet for a moment in a silent scream as you finally let out a loud moan, your legs shaking beside either side of his head as your back arches and you try to sit up from his mouth. he shakes his head, prolonging your release as long as he can, drinking every splash of essence that leaked out of you.
he finally releases his grip on your thighs and you hover over him with gasps and pants. “such a good girl,” he compliments, “felt good, huh? i told you. you were so sweet, angel.” he smiles up at you. you swing your leg back over him so now you’re laying on your back next to him as you caught your breath and he turns to wrap an arm around your waist. you notice that he’s a little breathless himself.
“did so good,” he kisses your temple, and you melt into him. you blink open your eyes. “what about you, toru?” you ask, and he smiles. “don’t worry about that,” he waves off, and you sit up to glance down at his boxers. you take note with wide eyes at the wet patch on it tinged with white. you look over at him, eyeing the lazy smirk on his lips.
“heh, told you it’d repay me.”
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