Jujutsu Fan Fic Collection

Satoru x Fem Reader version of the Halloween fic

Content warnings: rough sex, slight man handling, Daddy kink, sub oc, mention of spankings, mask kink, alcohol consumption and mention, consensually fucking past the point of overstimulation, crying from overstimulation

Halloween was the best time of the year as far as you were concerned. Especially since it meant more customers in your little late-night café. You watched as the few patrons in costumes sat at their tables drinking coffee and eating pastries. You yourself were wearing a cute little witch costume with the typical black dress with too long sleeves and a hem that brushed your knees and a pointy hat. You had given your pastry chef the night off after he had made the usual Halloween quota for food and then some. The bell above the door chimed as a new person walked in. This one was dressed in a Ghost Face costume and your heart skipped a beat. You didn't really have a thing for fictional serial killers, let alone real-life ones, but you did have a thing for masks.

"Hey there Y/N-chan," a familiar voice drifted out from behind the mask. You had to think for a second before you recognized it.

"Wait is that you underneath there Satoru?" you asked. He lifted a hand and shifted the mask to the side just enough that you could see those unmistakable blue eyes.

"It sure is," he said sticking out his tongue. You felt your face growing red as the bell rang and suddenly there was only two other people in the café besides you and Satoru. Much to your pleasant surprise they quietly left their payment on their table and followed the last group out. Now you two were completely alone.

Satoru had been your most frequent customer and you had come to call each other friends. So, you couldn't understand why suddenly being alone with him dressed in this costume was making your heartbeat faster. You definitely couldn't make sense of why your face kept growing redder.

"Want to see the best part?" he asked, his voice sounding almost teasing.

"Sure," you said.

His fingers quickly undid the clasp on his cloak and he shrugged his shoulders. The cape fell to the floor and so did your jaw. He was completely shirtless standing in front of you and his jeans were slung so low on his hips you could see where they started to taper off into that infamous v shape. There were two cuffs on his upper arms and scars crisscrossing some of his muscles. Your face was dark red by now and you could feel it. He tucked his arms behind his back and stuck his tongue out at you again.

"Well?" he seemed to be waiting for you to agree with his earlier statement. And how could you not? You had no idea how hot he really was. Sure, you couldn't disagree based on his face alone that he was attractive but now you really knew just how attractive.

"You're right," you finally managed to get out, "that's the best part of the costume." His face lit up with joy and you felt her stomach flutter. Your eyes trailed up and you noticed the hood still on his head and the mask still tilted to the side enough that you could see his face.

"Y/N you're drooling," he said. You wiped your mouth but found no hint of wetness and growled a little bit.

"You big jerk! It's not my fault you're so damn attractive! You didn't have to show off all those muscles and scars or the way your arm bands make your biceps more noticeable," he smirked as you said this and you felt the urge to shut up. You had never been this bold before. Usually, you were quiet and shy. It had taken Saturo months to get you to get past casual small talk when he first started coming here.

The grin on his face widened as he closed the gap between where he stood and the counter, leaving his cloak where he had dropped it. He rested his hands on the countertop and leaned forward. Half his face was still obscured by the mask but that only made your heart race faster.