HES SO ADORABLE

HES SO ADORABLE

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I wanna suck his di-

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cologne song • ryomen sukuna

“I know it ain’t Dior, I know it ain’t Baccarat, I know it ain’t Versace but whatever it is, you got me..”

💌: ryomen sukuna was a man and name you’d never forget. And it wasn’t just his looks that had your attention.

themes: fluff, foot locker manager!sukuna, executive, black fem reader, neck/back kissing, lip biting, slow burn-ish, voice kink (if you squint), I just cannot stop thinking about this man and or this song. So enjoy both of my hyper-fixations. 🫶🏾

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it had been some months since you’d settled into life at your new workplace..moving to this new area after accepting the role of general manager for the district. Overseeing several different stores but after your encounter with the manager of store 408, there was no question of where you wanted your home base to be…

“Miss? Everything alright?”

that voice sending flutters and tingles throughout your stomach. Never had a man made you swoon the way ryomen sukuna had. Ironically enough, the two of you didn’t exactly see eye to eye when you first arrived but all that changed after your tensions came to a head one night in his office. After that, your bond grew a bit stronger..both work and personal wise. Where you dreaded coming each day, dealing with his silly antics. You now welcomed being greeted with a ‘good morning, miss’ or ‘gorgeous’ when you worked together. Feeling somewhat sad when you were whisked away to another location. Even then, the two of you were exchanging sweet texts and meeting up after hours to quell your burning desires from the day. But it wasn’t just his smooth charm or looks that had you swooning over the handsome manager. In fact, you adored him for many reasons but the most attractive thing about him, oddly enough was his scent. The scent that lingered with you literally and figuratively, long after the day was done. When the two of you were standing only inches apart in the parking lot when he walked you to your car..face nuzzled in his neck and the smell would waft through your nostrils. His large, inked up arms cradling you close with a large palm cupping your ass. It was fresh on your mind, embedded in your memory even when you made it home.

most men bathed themselves in Axe or Old Spice..dousing themselves in the pungent fragrance that made you quite uncomfortable. Others wore Dior or Versace but only with the hopes of the pheromones inside luring women in. But not one ever possessed the essence and sensual appeal that Mr. Sukuna did. You wouldn’t even entertain the thought of someone else. Often times, he’d walk by you in the store as you took notes, flashing you that sweet smirk and watching you freeze up. He knew the effect he had on you..so you’d just have to ask.

“What’s that cologne you have on?”

“Why? You like it, miss?”

that deep, raspy register sending you swooning. He knew the effect he had over you and used it to his advantage. Whether it was rainy nights when he brought you to his place and the two of you were laid up after amazing lovemaking..his fingers intertwined with your own or lying flat on your tummy as he laces your spine with soft pecks. Every trace of him resides on your senses..he was the textbook definition of not judging a book by its cover because had you never given him a chance, you would’ve never known what it meant to truly love someone..so even now, as you two remain cuddled up in his office..tattooed arms wrapped around your body.

“C’mon miss, I gotta get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Chuckling at the face that you were so needy when you presented such an independent front around others…

“I know but..just a little bit longer?..please?”

he knew that he’d always have you hooked on him, no matter what.

*presses thighs together*

Plzzzzz more of gojo and how he’s a moaner

fem. reader, unprotected, mdni

gojo‘s so vocal in bed because he can’t really help it. he’d try to shut himself up as he‘s sinking all of him inside of your tight walls that’s squeezing him down but tiny little breathy whimpers slip out of his mouth as you stare up at him— his lip starts to quiver as he feels your legs wrap around his slim waist.

“f-fuckfuckfuck baby, you’re so warmmmm…” he’d pant out, and you let off a soft moan, feeling a big hand of his reach out to press down onto your stomach lightly— he felt himself stretching throughout inside of you, and he bites down on his lip once he starts to move— you’re already so soaked and it’s making him so dizzy, he can’t help but moan out your name over and over after each deep stroke. “y—y/n…. so…. i- you’re so… fuck…”

he’s rocking his hips slowly— trying not to make himself too carried away because he knows what happened last time. he was so rough that you could hardly feel your legs— almost like they were non-existent practically. “satoru, you’re so loud.” you giggle, and he looks down at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows, and feel him start to raise your leg— tossing it over his shoulder.

“. . . heh, o-oh, sorry,” he whined, his tone was breathy and still full of sweet whimpers, before you felt his tip graze against your sweet spot, making you whine now— he was hitting against you so good, rocking his hips back and forth to where your voice started to come a bit shaky.

“you’re just so—” and he pauses to moan again, it sounds so sweet, he stops right in the middle of his words to make you hear the sheer skin slapping that’s being created from him and you, as well as the squelching noises— so wet.

“f-fuck i think ‘m c—close again, baby,” he whines out, bringing a kiss near your ankle as your leg was still over his shoulder— kneading your squeezing tight walls with his coc.k

he‘s chasing his own breath before you feel his pace pick up— and it’s so cute to where you had to grip onto his strong bulky arms— he looks down at you before leaning down to bring you into a warm, sultry, sloppy kiss.

gojo‘s moaning inside your mouth now as you right leg hooked around his waist— sweet minty breath fanning against yours, his lips were so soft, but you started to moan yourself from his gentle strokes that started to become more mean— until he’s dumping a huge load into you again.

“m-mmph,” he’d gasp, as he‘s filling you— lips still attached to yours, once he pulls away, he looks down at you— panting before grabbing his length, slowly sliding out to rub his cream-coated tip against your sweet cunt-folds, watching the velvety strings of seed spurt out, you were stuffed full of him— and he licked his lips. “came too quick this time…” he pouts, and you whine, feeling him softly slap his tip against you.

“you always do,” you huffed out with a tiny smile on your lips, bringing him down to kiss him again. gojo kisses back before you feel him sliding himself back in again— he whimpers into your mouth from the slight feeling of overstim before pressing a hand against your stomach again— the coldness of his tungsten rings colliding against your bare tummy before he’s sputtering his hips against you— until he stuffs you full of more loads over and over all night— even while moaning in your ear the entire time.

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