Synopsis: you don’t know he’s got a big crush on you, and he finds out you’re quite inexperienced so he offers to help you gain some.
Fanart by @/youKa.i on insta/tiktok
I hope you enjoy!
Moodboard here (ignore this if you want)
Wc: 7.0k
Cw: Non canon au. Office au. No physical description of y/n other than clothes and hair (just a brief mention). Short plot. teaching you to kiss. Thumb sucking. Talking you through it. Pubic hairs. Virgin!reader. Shy!Toji. Soft dom!Toji. Dacryphilia. Once again you’ve got a deep dish. Spooning. Prone bone. Headlocks. Make outs. Dry humping. Thigh riding. Pussy eating. Fingering. Clit play. Creampie. Unprotected. Big dick!Toji. Size kink. Size difference. Breath play. Cervix fucking. Squirting. Second hand embarrassment (very brief).
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It’s been three dreadful years since you got this job. Same boring routine. Your alarm, panging heavily. Screeching. 05:37. An oddly specific time but nonetheless. Your front flat on the bed. Head buried in the satin pillow. An arm underneath it. Your eyes groggy, crust filled, you raise one arm above your laying body and smack the sounding thing, hard. It stops.
You need exactly twenty three minutes to yourself in the morning before you begin your day. Twenty three minutes of silence. You turn over. Back now against the ruffled sheets.
Staring at the ceiling above you. Your curtains slightly ajar, a distant car engine coming to life. The headlights, illuminating. Small patterns of light reflect onto your ceiling. Various shapes.
Lifting a hand into the air slowly, you’re tracing the patterns you see. Index finger pointed, swirling circles, rectangles. A sharp edge, you trace out. Your arm, stretching further away from you.
05:43
You glance at the alarm clock. Bright red font staring back at you. You restlessly bring your arm back down, it lands in a small plop. You close your eyes briefly, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.
You grab your phone by your bedside. Tapping the screen, 05:45. You scroll through your socials, emails and skim read your schedule on your calendar.
Minutes go by as the time finally reads 06:00. You reluctantly sit up, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. Hands planted on either side of it, you push yourself up with a small grunt. You enter your bathroom, marble dark green tiled walls and a few small plant pots decorated the room.
A red toothbrush in a white mug next to your small sink. You brush your teeth and shower all under thirty minutes. You find a professional business-casual outfit in your closet. A yellow cashmere sweater, paired with indigo straight legged jeans and red bowl of repettos. You grab your wired headphones and your bag, keys already in hand, and head out. A soft tune playing in your ears.
You check your phone, April 5th. 06:50. The weather’s less cold today. The sun rising, a hue of golden skulked behind chalky clouds. A warm easy breeze brushing your cheeks.
Fourteen minutes.
You needed to get the train at exactly four minutes past seven in the morning.
You make it to the station with four minutes to spear. You love walking, such an easy way to get your blood flowing.
The station’s platform buzzed with restless hums of commuters. Swarmed with people. Fatigued faces, sagged shoulders. A heaviness in the air. Yet you were tuned out, bouncing quietly to the rhythm in your ear. You didn’t let the heaviness get to you. You already know you have a long day ahead of you. Can’t do anything about it.
One silver carriage after another rolls in. Tires screeching every few seconds. It halts. The doors slowly opening, a horde of people rushing out, whilst people barge past others trying to rush in, you included. It’s tightly packed. Stuffy air. Poor air conditioning. Blocked in every direction. Bags brushing against people’s backs. Bumping at every jolt of the train. The train jerks at a curve, sending you swaying. Your body failing to catch up with the sudden movement. Your body bends, face pressing up into someone’s swole chest. The train lurches again, he catches you. Beefy arms locking around your waist.
“I’m soo sorry. The train— I didn’t mean to.” You plead. Your eyes haven’t reached his yet, too embarrassed to look.
“You okay?” A deep rumble.
Baritone. Throaty.
You finally look up at him nervously, eyes widening slightly.
He’s handsome. Very handsome. Nearly a whole foot taller than you. His neck tilted downward, fully focused on you. Black hair, a messy wolf cut, almost blue in the train light, frame his eyes. They’re sharp, you notice. Grey with hints of green as they stared back into yours. Intense. Glasses framed perfectly on his nose. Black briefcase over a shoulder. A white t-shirt underneath a navy blue sweat, folded at the midpoint of his forearm, exposing angry veins following up to his massive hands. He could kill me in one punch, you think.
Dark gray slacks, your eyes trailing further down to his black oxford patent shoes.
His arm is still caged at your waist, holding you upright. Wait. You’ve seen him before. Where? At the park? Wait no. This is your coworker. What’s his name again?
T…to…Zen…
You’re trying to remember, still staring at him, unanswering.
“It’s Toji. We’re colleagues."
Ah Toji. That’s it.
“O—oh yeah. I totally remembered.” A slight forced laugh leaving you.
The train bumps again. You accidentally grab at his bicep. Meaty. Thick bicep. He’s so big you think. You’d never noticed Toji. At all actually. But he’s noticed you.
“Sorry again.” You look down, uncomfortable.
“Hold onto me yeah?” Velvety voice. He’s pulling you tighter against him. Your chest flushed against his rigid one. Fuck, how is he so big?
You give a tiny nod, eyes focused on the ground. He grunts in response. Odd. Paying no mind to it, you pull out your phone, needing any distraction. Reviewing your calendar. A full busy day, your phone reads. With it all ending by 6pm. You sigh mentally. You click a few tasks, scrolling on your phone checking the details.
‘Type up a project, send it off to your boss by the end of the day.’ Emails upon emails flooding yours. Constantly responding to them. Lunch break. The same restaurant. Same sandwich. Lettuce, cheese, chicken breast.
All the while, there’s Toji. Fighting your scent. He’s staring at the top of your head. Thoughts overpowering him. The smell of your perfume, so enticing, so inviting. Screaming in his nose. Vanilla with a hint of strawberry. He gives in and breathes you in slow. Quiet. Face nearly pressing into your head. Eyes closing. A flush of pink rushing to his cheeks. A bulge forming slightly in his trousers. Shiiit.
You’re still holding onto his bicep. It felt like the muscle was bursting out. He dwarfed you. His large body shielding, hiding you from everyone else. You couldn’t see over his shoulder even if you tried.
The train still moving, tired groans of its wheels are heard every few minutes.
-
The train slowed with a long screech. Its wheels grinding against the rails. It stops. The doors opened with a sluggish spread. People barging past each other trying to get out. You’re unfocused, not really there. Toji’s large arms guiding you out. Your chest to his front, your feet backing away. His forward. Both stumbling out. He’s holding you tight, the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. His musky, sandalwood perfume digging in your nose. You can’t help but inhale.
You both make it out onto the platform. Still clutched onto each other. Your eyes reach his, he’s already looking.
“Thank you Toji.” Face flushing in a deeper colour, he’s making you so shy.
His heart stutters. A small pink on the surface of his face. He swallows the lump in his throat before answering.
“‘S no problem.”
The two of you exit the station in silence. Both side by side, he’s slowing his steps matching your pace. Hands in his pockets. Grounded, confident strides of his long legs next to yours. A heavy walk. Small tilts of his hips from every step.
-
Eventually you make it to the office doors.
Both heavily greeted by your lively boss.
“Ahh! It’s nice to see you two come in together.” Strangely bubbly. Especially with how early it is in the morning. Just twenty minutes after seven. Messy glasses, hair in flying strands. A bright red cardigan with a white shirt underneath. Grey pants and black dr martens.
She reminds you of your old art teacher from college.
You give her a small smile anyway, nodding.
“Why specifically.. us two?” You ask all confused.
Your boss glances at Toji, wiggling her brows. You narrow your eyes at her, then between the two. You pause at Toji, nervously staring at him. He’s glaring at your boss. A minute of silence follows. Just eyes fighting over.
Toji quickly barges past you both, his face flushed red. You couldn’t see it though. Only noticed the growing red at the back of his neck. He reaches a hand up to cover it as he scurries away.
“Uh?”
“Alrighty!” Your boss’s sing songy voice cutting you off.
“I’ve got a bunch of stuff for you to do today. I know you can get it allll done before the end of today! Aaand I’ll reward you if you do.” Eyes beaming at yours. She’s paused in a teeth open smile. Hands clasped together. Interlocked. You don’t know why that scares you a bit, but it does.
You crack a smile again, one eye twitching.
-
Lunch time. Finally. You’ve got a headache.
You’re headed to your easy access restaurant. Reciting your order in your head.
The weather’s quite nice today. Soft kisses of a warm breeze wafting through the air land on your cheeks. It’s a two minute walk from the office.
You’ve got your sandwich in a small brown bag, you’re holding it up with two hands. It’s your favourite sandwich, so you hold it with much care. Pacing, making your way back to the office staff room.
You reach the office doors, tapping your lanyard at the speed gates. A light jog now, you’re heading down to the staff room, excited to quench your hunger.
Reaching the door to the staff room, you stretch your arm out aiming for the handle before the door opens and you meet a larger, sturdier body. Same blue sweater, same toned forearms. You look up, eyes beaming.
“Toji!” A soft smile tugging at your lips as you stare.
He grunts in response, nodding his head a little. Hands coming up to push at the bridge of his glasses. Adjusting the already neatly placed thing on his face. Needing to ground himself in your presence. You make him so nervous you don’t even know it.
He steps aside letting you in. You give him a playful wink as thanks. A rush of heat gathers at his cheeks. Fuck. You don’t know how much he likes you. You’ve just got this easiness to you. So soft. Sweet.
You enter the room, seeing a close work friend sitting at one of the tables. You settle down into a chair next to her, chatting your day away.
-
The end of your shift is approaching. You’ve never been happier. You’re sitting at your desk typing away at the keyboard.
“My lovely staff!” Your boss enters the office room in that annoyingly warm sing songy voice.
“Since you’ve all been such wonderful people, I’m rewarding you all! Office dinner!” She shrieks, her voice getting pitchier at every word. You feel a throb at your ear drums. Covering your ears with both hands you’re smiling at her anxiously. There’s one thing you still weren’t used to in all your three years of being here. Your boss’s unpredictable nature.
“An officer dinner sounds nice.”
You hear murmurs across the room, some eager, some anxious, you being one of them.
-
The long awaited office dinner. You’re seated beside your close friend around a circular table, giggling at something she’s said. Other staff gathered around. You can’t really register it though you’ve had a few drinks and they’re starting to take effect. You’re swaying side to side, a hearty smile etched on your face. You’re staring at your friend so lovingly. You love friendships. There’s something much deeper about friendships than anything else.
You hear another one of your colleagues talk about their sexual history. The alcohol punching it out of them. With another tipsy giggle, you lean in towards your friend, ushering her closer with a beckon of your hand. A nearly empty glass of wine in the other.
You whisper in her ear. Giggling.
“You know I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
You rise back up, staring with a drunken smile. It’s as if she’s forced into sobriety when she hears you. Face contorting into something that looks like surprise. Before she responds, she notices a certain someone. How they’ve been struggling to keep their eyes off of you. Dull green ones.
Instead, she grabs a spoon and taps in against her empty glass, a chime following. The room has her attention.
“Who wants a round of spin the bottle?” She suggests. A smirk playing on her lips.
“We’re too old for—”
“Yes! Sounds perfect.” Your boss cuts in. Her word being final.
Your boss grabs an empty beer bottle, facing it flat on the table and spins.
It unexpectedly lands on a certain dark haired male. That so happens to have a very sizeable frame.
“Mr Zenin!” She gleams. There’s a panicked look on his face, you chuckle to yourself quietly. Seems like he’s also not used to her antics.
“Aaaand…”
Spinning the bottle again. Your boss is seated near you, hands clasped together. Almost as if she knows who it’s landing on. Like she’s orchestrated something. It spins for a good long twenty seconds before landing perfectly in your direction. What a coincidence.
She yells your name excitedly. And you’re stunned in your seat. Frozen. You look to your friend whispering a quick
“What do I do?”
Before you glance over at Toji’s face and he’s… red. Very red. You look slightly concerned. Brows squinted. Mouthing a
‘You ok?’
He just nods quickly. Eyes leaving yours briefly, dancing around the room.
“Well?” Your boss is still giving that creepy wide smile.
“Well what..” you ask wearily. Clutching at the hem of your shirt.
“Well, head on out to an empty room! Both of ya.” She gestures her hands to the door, clapping, and Toji’s already up on his feet. This is the quickest you’ve ever seen him move. Practically speed walking to the door, exiting first. Small snickers are heard throughout the room.
“He’s so obvious.”
You just glance over everyone, still confused. With one final glance at your boss, you follow along. Leaving the room.
You find Toji against a nearby wall. Hands digging in his pockets. Shifting from one foot to the other.
“Toji?” You call out. His face turned over to you. Heart beating out his chest. Can she hear it? He wonders. He’s waited for such an opportunity like this, trying so hard not to fuck it up.
“..should we find a room?” His voice is so quiet. It’s as if he’s making an effort to look less intimidating than he already does. Why would you be scared though? He’s so nice. If looks could kill though.
“Yeah.” A reassuring smile shaping on your lips.
The both of you find an empty room, far away from your main building. No person nearby. No noise. Just extreme quietness.
You feel the alcohol setting in even more now. A slight dizziness forming. Possibly for him too, he’s had a few shots of whisky.
Your mind drifts back to what you said a few minutes ago.
‘Never kissed anyone before’
Toji seems like an understanding person under all that scruff. He could probably give you advice. He’s attractive. Very evidently. Your eyes rake over him. A slow once-over. Settling on his biceps for a second longer. God they’re so big. He’s so big. He probably has experience, you conclude. Definitely. He could help you. You muster up the courage and blurt it out.
“Toji! You know..” you pause, eyes looking at the ground before meeting his again. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… or done— you know what nevermind.” A huge wave of second hand embarrassment erupting. Hearing it out loud. Again. It sounds worse than it did earlier. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. What possessed you to say that you think. Mentally slapping yourself a good few times. Eyes scrunching closed in disgust. Crows feet forming at how hard you’re pressing your lids together.
It’s as if the gates of heaven had opened and invited Toji Zenin directly. As vip. He sucks in a breath you don’t notice. Heart stuttering in his firm chest.
You’re looking away, all shy. Turning around full so your back is facing him now. You wish you could erase this memory, wipe it clean off the face of earth.
I should’ve never drank— Oh god, what if he tells everyone— you’re brain spiralling.
You hear heavy thuds, he’s slowly approaching you. Close enough to your back that you feel his warmth. Only slightly, but giving you room to object.
“Would you like me to… teach you?” He asks you, voice deeper than it usually is.
You spin back around shocked that he’s not disgusted by your admission. A small smile forming on your lips in genuine delight, you look up at him and nod twice. The alcohol fully in control of you both now. Hazey eyes, shining at him. He raises a hand up to your face. Slowly. Giving you time to say otherwise. You don’t reject it. He places a thumb at your chin, rubbing softly. Your jaw too. Tilting your gaze at him. Caressing you.
Before dipping his head low, huge body caging yours. He parts his lips slightly. His grey eyes half lidded. Intensely staring into your glazed ones.
His other hand finds your face. Propping up your head in both big hands, making you look so much smaller, he always did, he steps closer. Contracted biceps bulging in his shirt. Fingers travelling up your face, thumbs at the apples of your cheek.
“Open your mouth a bit…” he whispers, lowering a thumb, glazing over your glossy bottom lip.
“Yeah jus’ like that.”
Fuck he sounds so hot right now. Is it the alcohol? It’s definitely the alcohol.
You’re staring up at him. Blinking slow. Eyes all doey.
He pushes his thumb in. Delicately. Pushing at your wet muscle. Circling. His own tongue stutters out a little, in awe. Mimicking almost, as if he can’t fathom that you’re actually letting him put his thumb in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck.
Slurp.
Your eyes close, shutting softly.
“Mnh.” That does it.
He removes his thumb, resting it on your bottom lip. Stares at the glistening thing. His eyes, heavy. He inches his face closer. His warm breath wafting over your face. Your mouth.
A gentle, chaste roll of his lips on yours. Slow. Open mouthed.
Chu.
Eyes closing at the feel. He pulls away just a bit. Low eyes boring into you. He’s still close enough that you’re breathing his air. You’re dazed. Panting unhurried deep breaths. Every exhale fanning his lips. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip slowly. Nearly touching yours. His eyes gloss over your wet mouth.
He leans in again. Eyes closing. Pulling your lips against his. Still unrushed. Angling closer. Noses brushing at every twist of his head. Deepening this kiss. His tongue wetting your lower lip. Asking. Pleading.
“Let me in.” Heavy pants in between kisses.
You open your mouth with a tiny moan, welcoming, enveloping his thick tongue. He’s bigger everywhere. So much bigger than you. You love it. He’s rolling his tongue against yours now, tracing the crevices of your mouth. Swallowing you. Tongues tangled. Moaning into you.
“Mmph!” Sultry groans leaving his mouth. Trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Sucking softly.
“Hn!”
You never knew kissing could be like this. Feel like this. You feel a pool of warmth settle at your lower belly. Butterflies. You push into him further. Tongues flat against each other. Sucking. Teeth clashing.
You’re grinding against each other now. His hands, wandering down your back, gripping your ass.
Your hips give an experimental thrust. An elongated roll. Holding it for an extra second. Mid kiss, you feel something rigid. Taut. Quite long too. You pull away just a little.
A gasp leaves you. You’re not too sure if it's pleasure or shock. Definitely both. You glance down at the hard thing. It looks painful, almost. Huge dent protruding at his lower clothes. A hefty thing he is. Couldn’t possibly be a normal size. You’re zoned out at the sight of him, he nudges a meaty thigh between your legs. Pulling your lower body closer to his. Veiny hands fixed at your hips. Rolling your clothed pussy against the solid muscle, he flexes.
“Unh!”
You’re moaning into his mouth. Hot breaths mixing. Eyes dilated. Fluttering.
“T—Toji!” You tried to pull away, voice trembling.
“Wanna stop?” He whispers with a shaky exhale. Low grey eyes piercing yours.
He hasn’t stopped moving you on his body. Gyrating hips in firm hands. You attempt to respond. But you whimper instead. He takes that as your answer. Entranced at how good it feels on his thigh. Throbbing pulses of your pussy every few beats. You’re aching. Craving more. Is this a normal thing that happens during sex? You don’t know. But you love it.
“I’m gonna pick you up okay?”
You give a few rushed nods, flushed face, parted wet lips brushing his.
Lifting you easily with one of his massive arms, he locks your legs around his toned waist. Flexed arms firm around your body. Caging you. Pulling you in so your clothed pussy’s face first against his bulge.
He’s grinding you down harder. Longer. Your clit catching at the large bump. He’s moving into you. Slow rolls of his.
“Angh!” Eyes shut. Lips caught in your teeth. They’re trembling. Poor attempts of you stifling your sounds. You hide your face into the crook of his neck.
“That good huh?” His voice all rugged. He’s feeling this as much as you. Hot breaths fanning your ear. You can’t reply.
You’re clutching at his tricep. Shoulders, his neck. A deep feeling settling in your lower belly. A build up. It's tight. Severe almost.
“You gotta say it.”
“Toj— hn! I don’t angh! Something’s—”
A few more rolls of your clothed pussy on him and you’re shuddering. Thighs shaking vigorously, eyes spinning. A silent cry leaving you. You’re cumming, hard. Nails gnawing at his shirt.
“F—fuckk!” Heavy heaves of your breath against his flushed neck.
“Breathe… breathe for me..that’s it.”
Beats pass. He helps you down from your high. You look ruined. Face stained in aftershocks of pleasure. You’re so fucking beautiful he’s barely holding on.
“I didn’t think it could be like that.” You breathlessly say. Staring at him.
“There’s still a lot more to learn…” His eyes dance around you before continuing.
“Let me take you home?”
-
Stumbling into your apartment, you’re pressed tightly against each other. Lips in a tangle of wet opened mouth kisses, your hands scratching at his back, forcing him impossibly closer to you. His face pinked in pleasure, harsh breaths strangling out airing your face.
Your apartment keys tumbling out your hands in a single swift motion, clattering against the floor. He’s all over you. Broad hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. Hoisting the thing above, now off of you. Your arms coming up with his before locking around his neck. Lace black bra on full display. His hungry gaze drifted to them, lingering. The curve of your breasts. The fullness. The way your nipples poked through the fabric. Awe didn’t begin to cover the way he ogled at your tits. The way he looked at them was deeper, almost reverent.
Obsessive.
You’ve both found the nearest wall, your sweat filled back pressing into it. Lifting ever so often with how your chest chases after him. He brings a hand to one of them, squeezing just right. Enough to cause pressure, but not enough to elicit pain from you. Can’t do that. He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so precious to him, so perfect. Can’t ruin you just yet. He claws at your top pulling down in one swift tug. Tits spilling out in a perfect motion, as though flowers were breaking through their petals. You bloomed. He’s quick to grab hold of one of them, large hands swallowing it whole. The raw feeling now. You’re so warm. So pliable in his hands. He gives another experimental knead. Playing with you. Testing it.
Your pebbled nipple, glossing over his palm. You can’t fight the sound that leaves you. A soft mewl.
“Hnntoji!”
Back arching into it, needing more. Eyes unfocusing, you head slightly lulled back. A soft thud on the wall.
“Eyes on me.”
His free hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your face flush against his. Lips meeting in a hurried passionate kiss. Tongues entwining. Wet sounds of your lips filled the void.
“Mnnchu— Toji..I want more.”
“Yeah you want more?” He says in an almost whisper. Hot breath ghosting over your lips. You’re nodding pathetically, he can’t help but find it adorable. He snickers a bit.
“Tell me hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Eager eyes searching yours.
“I.. I need your fingers.” The words leave your lips so quietly, like a fragile thread of sound, barely audible. He catches them anyway. So focused on your every move. Watching your wet lips, a sensual glint in his eyes.
“Need to hear you baby.” He teases, a small smirk fighting his lips. You’re throbbing at the nicknames. Sounding so easy off his tongue.
“Your fingers… ‘need them.” Your eyes snap close in shame, a silent surrender. Cheeks deepened in colour, prominent. Lips quivering in small unnoticed waves.
“Yeah? Where d’ya want me?” Another taunt.
“..Inside.” You hesitate. An eye peeking open at him. Waiting. Hoping he doesn’t tease you some more.
“Hnnfuck yeah ya do.” With a groan, he brings his hands further down your body. Hurried tugs of your jeans and you’re left in your underpants only. Matching black with your bra, beautiful lace patterns on the top. His greedy eyes peer down at them. Sucking in a slow breath, his fingers tremble over them. As if he’s too scared to go any further. He’s not scared though. Far from it. He trails his index and middle down your shuddering stomach, passing your belly button, down to the top of your panties. Slowly hooking them into it, he’s dragging it down, past your sweaty thighs until it falls on its own.
A hand by the bottom of your thighs, he’s trailing it up, brushing against it. You’re waiting with a bated breath. Finally reaching your mound. Softly trimmed hairs sweep against his rigid fingers. He bites back a groan. You’re just there, eyes blown, helplessly waiting for him to keep going.
He has to fight his eyes away from your pussy.
“Gonna show me where your room is?” Haggard voice. So clearly affected by you.
“Y—yeah.”
He hauls you up into him, bulging biceps, your legs wrapped around his trimmed waist, arms around his neck, your face buried into it. Heavy thuds on the ground, he’s walking slowly. Almost too slow. Certain, assured that he’s going to have you. No arguments. Just measured steps as you lift your face off of him just a tad, timidly pointing to where your room is. He gives a small pat on your ass as thanks. It ripples under his massive hand.
Toji finds your bed, lowers you onto it so delicately as if you were something so fragile. His knees digging into the sheets. Shoes off. Still fully clothed while you lay bare for him. Large hands cradling your face, stroking softly. The look he’s giving you, so loving. Blushing cheeks, slightly ajar mouth. Hot puffs of air leaving every exhale. You’re giving him an equal stare. Dazed. Scared almost. Needy. His knuckles, brushing your heated cheeks. He felt the warmth. Knows how much you want this, just as bad as he does.
He’s leisurely taking his time with you. Running his hands from your cheeks to your neck. He lingers there. Giving you a soft squeeze, testing your limits. You don’t fight back. Can’t fight back.
The orgasm you had earlier, still fogging your brain. His thumb brushes the front of your neck before he continues down. To the valley between your breasts, your belly, to your lower belly. He points an index below your belly button still touching your soft skin.
“Gonna be in there soon.” He whispers. His voice, so quiet it sounds like awe. You just stare at him, a bit confused. Head tilting a little. Slightly squinted brows. Then your eyes follow down to where his finger touches you. Blinking softly. He chuckles at your unfocused gaze. You don’t understand. Not yet.
He continues drifting his fingers down, meeting your hairs. Your hips stutter only just a bit. He marvels at the movement. So sensitive. He brings his other hand down, pushing your thighs away from each other. Revealing a soaked you. Glistening pussy on display, your clit fairly protruding out, throbbing under his devoted eyes.
“Fuck me..” He murmurs. Breath hitching at the sight of you, all wet, all for him. You try to hide from him. Head turning to the side, digging into your pillow, face tucked into your elbows. You can’t see him now. He doesn’t mind.
Toji lowers his face, lining his mouth to your pussy. Deep heavy breaths escaping his lips, fanning your clit.
“Angh!” You jolt your hips. Pressing your face closer into your elbow. He darts his low eyes at your hidden face. Blows a cold, long breath on your clit.
“Hnn!” You’re mewling, voice muffled in your arms.
“Can you look at me..please.” His voice partly whiney.
You don’t want to. Too shy, too embarrassed to let him see you like this. It was all fun and games before. But it’s becoming too real. He blows at your clit once more. A tremor running through you, your lower body mainly. Small involuntary movements. You move an arm just above your eyes, you can see him a bit. He can see you too. The dilation of your eyes, the fuzzy look of it. The heaving of your chest, just enough that your tits bounce every inhale. It’s all too much for him. He shouldn’t have asked.
Once your eyes are on his, he moves. Closer now. Just a hair away from your weeping pussy. He juts a wet tongue out, pushing past his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, curling the muscle against your clit. The moment you feel it, you whine. Teeth pulling at your lower lip. Not over his clothes, not over your clothes. His tongue. The raw thing.
He gives another slow curl, this time staring lower. Near your opening. Sliding upwards, meeting your clit before blowing. Cold. Shuddering, you try to close your thighs, locking his head in place. He’s quicker. Grabbing below your thighs, hiking them up on his broad wide shoulders.
“You’re okay. Hm?” He assures you before continuing.
He’s way stronger than you, you couldn’t fight back if you tried. He dives in again, sucking hard all of a sudden.
Slurrrp
Your heads lulled back, the front of your neck on full display. Holding in whines, that barely leave your lips. Arms still above you.
He brings his mouth off of your clit and blows again. Another wave of cold air gliding on your pussy.
“Fuck!” You moan out. Loud. You bring an arm down, your hand finding his hair, tugging him into you. He lets you. Forcing his face into your pussy.
Sucking, slurping. Full French kisses on your pussy. Tongue jutting out before sliding between your slit, not entering you yet, just parting you. It slides from the entrance of your hole up to your clit. He waits there, sucking the aching muscle into his mouth. Hollow pink cheeks. His eyes closed in pleasure. Admiration. His crush, letting him eat her out. He’s dreamed of this.
He teases his tongue, gliding lower, circling back up to your clit then lower again. You’re shaking violently, eyes tight shut, mouth hanging open. The sounds you tried so hard to fight back leaving you so easily now.
His tongue circles your hole. Pushing in slowly.
“Toji!” You mewl out to him. He knows you’re getting close.
He hums into you. You cry out. Back lifting. He removes his wet mouth again, an inch of distance from him and your pussy. He blows. A familiar coldness on your clit. Quivering hips, bucking into the coolness. Chasing that feeling. You’re crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks, staining the sheets.
An abrupt orgasm ripping through you, a fast build up pooling at your stomach that you couldn’t realise quickly.
You’re shaking so much now, whining so much, thighs jutting beside him. Your chest heaving vigorously, tits swaying. He doesn’t stop.
Tongue plunging back in. Bringing a rough thumb to your clit. Circling it. You attempt to run away. Hips bucking the opposite direction. He uses his free hand and grounds you. Digging you into him, the bed. You can barely move. Just violent trembles as he eats your pussy.
“Insi— hngh!”
He fucks his way inside your pussy. Tongue delving in, whilst keeping harsh circles of his thumb on your clit. Fuck it’s all too much for you. No one’s ever done this before. He’s gonna ruin anyone else for you.
Shlck shlck
Wet noises of your pussy filling the room. He’s groaning into you. Deep baritone noises buried in your cunt. Your arms are everywhere now. Gripping the sheets below, your pillow above.
“Toooo much! Ugh!” Moaning loud. Your face twisting, burying the noises into your pillow.
He’s locked you in place. Moving is so much harder now. Meaty biceps flexing at every thrum of your clit. Your juices, his saliva drooling out the corners of his lips. He’s so into it. Engrossed. Eyes still closed, just feeling you. He’s overwhelming you. Pushing your body past limits you didn’t know you had.
You’re nearly there again. But it’s slightly different this time? It feels warmer. Wetter almost? You can’t really tell but you know it’s different.
“Toji! I think— hck! It’s ouhfuck!” Your voice pitches higher and higher, need tightening it, edged with a hint of fear.
He doesn’t stop. Still tongue fucking your pussy, pushing as deep as it can go. Thumb circling against your clit, harder, faster. It’s all too much. Your back’s arched in a gracious bow, hips lifted, legs falling on and off his shoulders. Tears clogging your vision. You can’t see him. The build up coiling so perfectly you can’t hold it in.
It’s everywhere, your juices spraying out, covering his face. Squirting all over. Pink cheeks stained in wetness. His glasses, fully fogged now wet.
“That’s it baby, let go f’r me.. mhmm soo good f’r me.” Thumb under your clit, pushing it higher, letting more of your juices out. He’s kissing your shakes thighs, wet open-mouthed. Sucking slightly. Trailing the kissing up to your knees, while humming praises at you.
Your wailing, sobbing. Breathing turns uneven, your chest stuttering at every tremble. Tits following along.
He sits up on his knees, bringing a wet hand removing his stained glasses, to the hem of his shirt, lifting it in one quick tug. Then his t-shirt underneath. Unbuttoning. Top to bottom. His low eyes still fixed on your quivering state. You roll your tired head upright, facing him. Watching. Chest falling softer now.
Sculpted, taut contours of his abdomen come into view, hard, rock-like muscles that look engraved. The t-shirt falls past his arms, beefy veiny biceps, strong forearms flexing as he removes it fully. You’re in awe. You knew Toji was strong but nothing like this. Sharp deep lines of his abdomen, the ease of his movements. You can’t take your eyes off.
He lowers his hands to his belt, unraveling the thing easily. He steps off of your bed for a second. Your eyes follow him. He’s dragging his slacks down. Two hard tugs and it pools at his ankles, he steps out of it. Dark hairs littered at his lower hard stomach.
You see the meaty indent of his boxers. Bulging, thick muscle fighting against the fabric, pushing at it. It’s so big. Much bigger than you thought. It throbs under your stare.
He’s put you under a spell. You see his hands come to the top of his boxers, his thumb hooking under, disappearing into his boxers. Your gasp goes unnoticed. Lips parted, eagerly waiting to see the rest of him. His thumb pulls down, fully exposing himself. You finally see it. Angry reddish tip, nearly purple, beady clear drops of precum leaking through, falling from the head nearing the base. Thick, girthy, too long. Distended veins running up the sides, a prominent one running up the top of his shaft. Heavy hanging balls, darker than the rest of him. It’s fucking huge. Full eight inches of raw cock. Your eyes almost pop out. Fully in disbelief of that fitting inside. It can’t possibly fit.
He hauls the boxer until it falls to his feet, steps out of it and onto the bed again. Knees digging back into the sheets. A weighted dent on the bed. Pure muscle. You haven’t stopped staring at it, nearly drooling, he’s eating up your reaction. Chuckling. Body vibrating at the rumble. You’re still in a daze, he’s gripping your hips, both hands, pulling you closer so your thighs rest atop his. Feet hanging off the side. He grabs the weapon in between his legs. Gives a few slow pumps of his fist. Squeezing at the tip, moaning low. You throb at the sound, shifting a little. Fingers tightly grasping the sheets below.
He lowers it, lining it with your clit, rubbing around it, circling it. Realll slow. Pushing into it, past it til the tips catches your hairs. He grunts at the feel. Heavy breath puffing out his nose. Brows knitted. You hiccup a broken moan. Lips parted. Wet.
He rubs it further into your hairs again, biting his lower lip before bringing it to your sopping hole. Both sodden. Hot.
A slow push of his hips, he’s entering. The tip stretching your virgin hole. Plush, mushroomed. He halts. The pressure, too fucking tight. He’ll work you open. Has to. He retracts his hips, turns you over so your back is against his chest. You're both laying on your side. It feels too intimate this way. He’s hugging your body so close to his. Spooning you. Not letting you go. A hand wrapped around your waist. The other, fondling your tits.
“Gonna take you this way.” His voice rumbles in your ear, he gives a steady long stripe of his tongue against it. A throaty groan leaving him. You wiggle on him, whining. Your ass bumping his cock every few turns.
He reaches a hand down to his cock, bringing it to your hole once again. Pushing in heavily. Tip nudging further. A few inches getting in. A quarter way. He brings his free arm up, covering your neck, your teeth gnawing at his swollen bicep, his forearm. Tears springing at the edges of your eyes. Wetting your lashes again.
“Hnngh!” You whinge out. Inaudible words pouring out.
“I know baby, I know.. I know it’s too big.” He encourages you, voice rough, laced in pleasure.
Another few inches forcing their way in.
“Toji! F—fuck!”
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He reassures.
He’s easing in slow. A couple more now. Your pussy sucking him in so well. Soo good. He’s nearly at the base. He abruptly stops. The wet heat of your cunt trapping him in place. Clinging onto him. He might cum if you move. He digs his face into your hair, breathing in deep, eyes fluttering. An unhurried push of his hips and he’s all in. Burly inches of his cock stretching you so deep. Your eyes are rolled back from the feel.
It’s not that it hurts. It did. But it was that uncomfortable stretch. The fullness of his cock edging deeper. An unfamiliar feeling yet, you felt completely whole.
Fully sheathed inside you. You feel it throbbing, every rigid vein, every pulse. Pressing at your cervix. Bruising.
“Fuck, ‘got a deep cunt— nghhfuck.”
“Toji.. please— something! Do something!” You cry into his elbow. Voice muffled. It hurts. An aching sensation. You feel little throbs of his cock hitting places you’ve never reached before. Never felt before. And he’s soo deep. Way too deep.
With a husky groan, he retreats his hips back and steadily rocks into you. Long, deep strokes thumping at your cervix. Balls hammering, his strong hips flush against your ass. Rippling with every thrust. The tip of his stiff cock, gliding through you, bumping your g-spot. You feel it once. Twice. Then you're smacking at his hip, arm reaching behind you. Pleading with him to let you go. It’s too good. You can’t take it.
“Ffuck off. Hnn!” Moaning, fussing into his flexed bicep. Wet eyes. You’re urging your shaky hips away. Scrambling forward, desperate.
“You want me to fuck off?” He sneers back at you. Laughing into the spot behind your ear. Breath fanning it.
“N—no. I don’t knoww.” You weep, sniffling. Tears pouring down his forearm.
“You don’t know?” He’s snickering.
His pace quickens. Deep fast strokes, you feel it in your throat. Your gaze turns unfocused, eyes forced back. Your nose buried in his arm, hot breaths leaving your soppy lips. You’re kissing his arm. Biting. Marking him. Grounding yourself as he plummets your insides. Turning you to a putty mess. You’re gone. So far gone. He’s snaking a hand up, pinching your nipples, rolling the buds in his fingers. You’re wailing loud. Juddering.
A familiar torrid ache forming at your lower belly.
“O—oh my godhnn!” It doesn’t even settle in your belly. Wrenching out of you intensely. So incredibly. You couldn’t hold it in even if you tried. Too sensitive.
“Nghh!” With a groan, you’re coming down. Tits bouncing, your body so very warm. He’s helping you through it. Slower strokes. Still bumping your spot. You whimper.
“Nghstopp!” Crying out, begging. A hand clutching at his, scratching. The other, clasping at the wet sheets. Smudged with the mixture of sweat and cum.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he hauls his burly body, shifting his weight so he’s fully on top of you. His face, closer to you. Near your left ear. You’re crushed underneath him. Belly flat on the bed. He’s locking an arm around your neck once again, bringing the hand on that arm to your face, covering it. You can’t move, at all. He’s clamped your lower body in place. His other arm, steady beside you. Contorted. Tensed. His veins are more prominent like this.
Wet lashes brushing your cheeks, your mouth now muffled in his larger hand.
“Mhhhhn!” You try to kick your legs, but it can only fold at the knee. Your claves touching the back of your thighs. You can’t move your thighs. Can’t part them. His hefty body won’t allow you.
He does a lengthy grind into you. His happy trail flushed at your ass. He hasn’t pulled out the entire time, not giving you an ounce of space.
He keeps at it. Deep grinds, his tip knocking at your cervix. Pressed so heavy against it. Stretching you impossibly further.
Haggard breaths, uneven moans brush at your ear. He’s getting closer now. Hips stuttering in broken circles.
You’re completely out of it. Dumbed. Fully. Can’t think of anything but the feel of his cock so far deep in your pussy. The veins. The bumps. And god you’re so sensitive. Another quickening build up of warmth steadily rising in your stomach.
“Fuckfuckfuck—”
Another few irregular rolls of his hips and he’s cumming. White thick hot beads of cum discharging into you. He won’t stop moving. Pushing it as deep as it can go, making sure you don’t spill a drop.
You’re numb. Body limp under him. Arms flat at your sides. Eyes fully rolled back, coarse hot air puffing past your lips.
He’s grunting atop of you. Moaning low, still feeling the white hot pleasure of his cum, your pussy. Especially your pussy.
He brings an arm up, rough hands palming, rubbing your back in slow gentle movements.
“From now on, just let me teach you everything, yeah?”
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A/n: lawdfddd I need him so bad. Also this wasn’t proofread.
@toj1sleftnut <33
Don’t transcribe or translate into anything else. Thank ya <3
┃your brother would kill you if he knew how dirty you get with his best friend.
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"Shut up. It's like you want to get caught."
his mouth is clamped on your face, trying to contain the moans escaping your mouth but his hand could only do so much. You're straddling his giant quads while he thrusts up into you from below.
It's 2am. You're supposed to be sleeping but instead, you're getting fucked by your brother's best friend. Your brother is sleeping a couple rooms down, completely unaware.
"Get off." he demands.
"Wha— why?"
"You don't know how to shut the fuck up."
He's lifting you off, but you clutch on to his shoulders, gluing yourself to him.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll shut up, please don't stop." you're so close to unraveling but it's just so, so hard to keep quiet. He reaches over to the foot of the bed and grab the panties he ripped off of you moments ago.
"Open."
You open your mouth and feel your own panties being shoved in your mouth. You look at him with wide, clueless eyes that ask him, "why?", but he thrusts up into you harshly, telling you to deal with it.
squelch squelch squelch
is all you hear right now, and the occasional groan from Toji. His hands hold your arms behind your back, leaving you helpless.
He's thrusting inside your warm cunt, fast and hard, chasing his own high. His mouth is slightly open, and his breath hits your shoulder blade, making you shiver.
"You're just gonna' let me use you like this? Huh?"
His hands move down to your ass, spreading you wide open so you can take all of him. You want to tell him it's too much, but you don't dare take the cloth out of your mouth; you know how mean he could be.
You resort to slapping him harshly on his chest, but he only slaps you right across the face. You whine loudly, arching your back in pain.
"Too much? Poor baby. Too bad you can't talk, huh?" he coos.
You love it. You love it so, so much. The way he's so much bigger than you made the sex 10x better, and he's so strong, putting you in whatever position he wanted you in.
"Can I fill you up, baby? Make you all mine?" how can you say no when he's asking so nicely?
You bob your head up and down, pleading him with your watery eyes. He comes so hard inside of you that his body is twitching aggressively in pleasure; his groans turned into soft moans, making you come all over him soon after. You both stay there, still dazed.
You take your panties out of your mouth, "Asshole," but you only earn a sharp slap to your ass.
knock knock knock
"Hey, is everything alright in there? Have you seen Toji?"
I guess the panties weren't as effective as Toji thought.
You and Satoru agree to become friends with benefits with one cliché rule: no falling in love. But you do. And you stupidly confess. What now?
Tags: Smut, angst w comfort if you squint, fwb, p in v, riding, kinks, gojo is a little avoidant shit, model!gojo. Haven’t proofread yettt, I don’t write as much lately. 18+++ I have never written smut please don’t fire me..
Shit.
Shitshitshit.
You have felt Satoru everywhere by now— whether it’s the man buried deep between your legs with his lengthy cock stretching you and hitting that one spongy spot that makes your vision go blank or his hands on your face like he's holding something precious—you’ve felt his large hands map every inch of skin you wear.
No surface of yours left untouched.
Especially late at night when he texts you he's coming over with little to no explanation why.
No feelings.
No strings.
That was the deal. No, that is the deal.
Just sex.
And you have had a lot of sex with Satoru.
From fucking in the comfort of your bedroom or his, to riding him all sweaty and hot in his jeep—even getting shamelessly eaten out in changing rooms during his fittings.
He's tried everything with you. Every curiosity he's had about a new toy, a new kink, a new position—he's premiered and fulfilled with you. You've been stretched into positions you never thought you could with him.
Your legs over his shoulder with him greedily thrusting, your back so arched against his chest while receiving mean back shots, reverse cowgirl with a leash around your neck, full nelson—anything, you name it, you've done.
You've had him in between your legs so many times that you can point out that he particularly dislikes missionary, loves rope play, biting and marking your skin like you don't have a shift next morning—but he's never vanilla.
Never.
Well, he never was.
He always devoured you with a hungry mouth, a desperate and lustful look in his eyes, animalistic thrusts, brutal grip on your hips when he slammed down on you like he wanted you to break.
Sex was casual between the both of you.
The rules were clear. No hickeys, scratches, bites on him while he could mark you as freely as he wished to do so.
Never a mark on him though.
And no, no feelings.
None at all.
Sure, he was attractive. And you didn't have a problem hooking up with him when he'd bring you over the gates of heaven or soothed you through the most aggressive orgasms ever.
You were fine with the whole arrangement…Before last week when he texted you "I'm coming over, leave the door open." At 2 AM.
Shrugging, you left him on read, unlocked the front door and he was walking through it no more than 15 minutes later—dark gray sweatshirt masking his muscles, hood messily pulled over his white tuff of hair, sunglasses slipping from his nose bridge, usually bright eyes dull like you'd never seen them before.
He had crossed the threshold to the balcony where you were curled up in on the couch, crawled on top of you and...
Kissed you with soft lips, slow movements of his jaw, reverent touches, hesitant hands that mapped your body under him.
He kissed with too much feeling. With too much gentleness. With something so not Satoru.
Slid in between your legs, deliberately softened your walls till you could take him, tasting you on his tongue till you were tattooed in his mind, made you fall apart like he'd never done before.
Then he repositioned himself, chin glistening from your juices, didn't bother with a condom—you were too far gone to even stop him and remind him of protection, mind hazy with his unusual attitude.
He had pushed himself inside, losing himself in your wetness bit by bit, watching how his cock disappeared inside your walls.
Both your legs by his sides.
And he drew his chest down—skin flush against your breasts—locking himself in missionary, a position he avoided at any given chance.
You shook underneath him—eyes glossed over from the feeling of him, unprotected, raw in you. The slow drag of his cock in you, meeting your warmth over and over.
Veins imprinting themselves in you, leaving their shape, moulding your pussy to fit him and only him. The deep, intimate thrusts had your throat go dry, a ball of desperation for release there and your orgasm growing painfully slow.
Satoru's breathing was shaky, his lips on your neck, behind your ear. Sucking on your nipples, leaving faint marks you'd see in your reflection when the morning came.
Desperately begging in your ears with pleas that had you clenching around him.
"Please look at me, baby, please."
He was making love to you.
No harsh grinding, no position switching or new experiments.
It was terrifying.
So terrifying.
Because you liked it too much.
You liked this Satoru too much.
Fuck.
Sex is never just sex.
You should have listened to your friends when they warned you.
You knew you were fucked when he came undone with you, whispering sweet nothings you found yourself silently praying to be true.
"You look so—hng- beautiful, angel."
Babbling when he held your face, blue orbs melting with yours when his gaze was zeroed on you and only you. Not on your skin meeting his.
"Just a bit more gorgeous, I'm almost there—shit, you're close too, huh? Clenching onto me so sweetly..."
Those stupid nicknames of his—making your heartbeat falter, your pulse travel to pound against your temples, heat settle on your cheeks.
God, he's such an asshole.
Making love to you on your balcony under the moonlight, on the 10th floor where no one else lives.
When morning bled through your curtains, when you found yourself on your bed alone and with a heavy chest, you knew you were screwed.
He kept fucking you after that day like he didn't rearrange the wires in your brain with no effort.
He kept having sex with you like he wasn't kissing every crevice of you just a week ago. Like he hadn't silently loved every part of you, kissed and paid attention to every insecurity and scar on your skin.
Still, he took you to the moon, had you spasming around his cock like always—only this time, leaving you empty even after he filled you up with his cum.
You knew you felt empty because you wanted him to love you again. You wanted him to see you again, not the body he goes to whenever he wants.
Fuck, you really messed everything up.
You were asking for the impossible, for Satoru to care and love.
So you tried to push him away. Avoid meetups and his messages that only arrived after midnight strikes the clock.
It made no difference—in fact, you felt worse without him around.
By the second week of dodging him, you were about to cave and call him when your front door unlocked and there he was.
Dressed in all black, straight from work—black chemise with enough buttons undone to reveal his pale collarbones. Black slacks and perfectly tailored dark pants that only highlighted his height.
Your heart lurched—half fear and half relief that had adrenaline already coursing through your veins. You stumbled over your words.
"Satoru—what are you—how did you get in here?" Voice shaky, a light frown placing itself on your face.
He was wearing a stern expression on his face, all pursed lips and locked jaws is the kind. An unfamiliar sight to you as he was always obnoxiously smiling even when ticked off.
His hand rose to reveal your spare keys, you dont remember even granting him access to them but don't have time to ponder about that before his arm drops, he throws the keys on the counter and closes the distance between the both of you till he's looming directly over you—hands in his pocket.
"You have been avoiding me." He says, an underlying layer of annoyance sending a chill down your spine.
You try to deflect, "No."
A beat passes, the expression on his face remains.
"No, I haven't." You say more clearly.
And finish with, "I've been busy."
Complete and utter bullshit, you get off work on the dot and your shifts have never been so boring.
But he doesn't need to know that.
Not convinced at all, Satoru curves his spine till his glasses slide off on their own from where they were perched on his nose just enough for his eyes to pierce holes through you.
Blue, cerulean, sky blue consumes you.
And you hate it so much.
So much you wish you could swim in them.
In him.
"Try again." He says, not narrowing his eyes.
You swallow, feeling an uneasy sensation bubbling in your stomach that makes you want to throw up when revealing yourself to him crosses your mind.
But he won’t believe you if you spew some other bullshit out.
Fuck it.
“Satoru.” You whisper, seeing his eyes run over your whole face.
“I messed up.”
His figure stiffens. A thousand thoughts running through his mind, a billion questions. Shit, are you pregnant? Weren’t you on the pill? Fuck, what is he supposed to do now?
You see the way his adam’s apple bobs at your statement.
“What is it?” He asks, feeling his knuckles turning white in his pockets, a shiver overtaking his body.
Trying to start, you say. “I.. uh.” Still not sure, and still not confident enough.
Satoru silently prays it isn’t what he thinks it is.
A moment of silence passes, he watches you shift around, fiddling with your hands. Biting on and on your lips.
“Y/N?” He calls out to you and you snap out of it.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
And it’s not as stupid as it sounds.
You don’t like Satoru because he fucks you like no other man has. But because he messes with your heart without even knowing it.
Holding you after he’s done is not casual, it’s not normal. You’ve had ex boyfriends who don’t know the world aftercare, but Satoru bathes you, he wipes you clean.
Holds you in the bathtub, washes your hair, draws absentmindedly circles on your tired and tense shoulders.
Brings you your favorite dessert before he goes on to have his fav.
Makes you laugh a laugh that comes from the deepest parts of you which yearn to be light and happy with him.
He’s such a prick, completely unaware of his effect beyond his looks.
And you’re such an idiot for believing him.
For liking someone so good.
He stands there, quiet for what feels like an eternity. Your chest is tight with pressure when he straightens up and takes a step back.
Well, this is it.
“We agreed on no feelings, Y/N.” He says like your heart isn’t splitting in half.
You breathe out a shaky breath, slowly nodding because you are aware. “I know, I’m sorry.”
His eyes unlatch from you, taking a look at the window that shows the view of Tokyo from your floor like it pains him to look you in the face after the confession.
“I don’t see you that way.”
He never likes when you bring up another man, but he doesn't see you that way.
He whispers against your skin that he'd die seeing you with somebody else, but he doesn't see you that way.
You pull a tight smile on your face. “Okay.”
Then you tip the glass over, ruin yourself further. “We can keep seeing eachother if you want, my feelings won’t come between us. I know what I got myself into.” You say. A bittersweet feeling on your tongue.
When did it become so complicated?
You just can’t let him go.
He looks shaken by your proposal, head swinging back to you.
“No, you’ll just hurt yourself, Y/N.”
Stop saying my name, stop being so considerate.
You almost choke on your words from the thorns growing in your throat when you speak. “No, I promise I won’t. We can keep seeing each other.”
Push and pull.
He pushes you, you pull.
And you both keep seeing eachother.
But you detach yourself from everything. From him.
It doesn't even happen on purpose. You didn't mean to zone out when he'd start talking, mind drifting to how you both would've been if he hadn't rejected you.
You don't deliberately choose to start refusing his closeness outside of the bedroom on purpose, the growing cold pit in your chest just froze the strings between the both of you.
He notices your fucked out state on a different world the first time he feels you after the confession. A distant look in your eyes and not the usual cloud of pleasure in them.
Is he not making you feel good?
It took a week, a full week for you to let him in after what happened.
And it’s not true, you do feel good. You know you feel good because he’s doing everything right—the angle is perfect, his tip is brushing the deepest parts of you and the coil is threatening to snap in your lower stomach, but you don’t feel it as much as before.
You’re quiet, minimally moaning, hiding the noises. Not saying a single word unless he asks you something.
“Baby?” His hands find the back of your neck, making your eyes flutter open while he pounds into you.
Propping himself with one hand next to your head, his other holds the back of your neck while your sight settles on him and the worried look on his face.
“Hm?” You sleepily hum, exhausted from the orgasms, the rounds, the ache in your legs and the sensitivity of your clit.
He asks, breath heavy, pieces of hair clinging to his forehead as he reaches his escape—quiet groans filling your ears. “You okay, sweets?”
You nod with an inaudible hum, not really sure what he’s even asking.
“Fuck.” He groans, thrusting a few times before burying himself deep in you as you clench around him and feel his ropes paint your insides white.
Collapsing next to you, his hands leave your body and you run cold. An arm protectively swings over your waist as he readjusts on the bed, coming down from his high before he cleans you up.
You still haven’t said a word. Somewhere too far gone, feeling too used. But you agreed to this.
There’s no one to blame.
And though you’ve both been at it for hours, even though Satoru’s cum is oozing out of you and his cock is limp, he doesn’t feel satisfied.
That uncomfortable feeling in his pit stays there for days while he works.
A photoshoot here and there amidst constant fittings, a text to you which he receives no reply to, a runway, still no response. A missed call. The absence of your messages or any sign of life from you bothers him more than he'd like.
Last time you replied was three days after your last hook up where you'd texted him a flat "I'm busy."
Not "Hey, I'm busy. We'll talk later." Or "Busy, ttyl." Which is still dry, but with a promise to talk later.
He finds himself wondering what you’re doing when you don’t reply.
Cooking in those skimpy little lace shorts he brought back for you from a high end brand? Brushing your soft hair with your legs crossed and your face stoic? Covering your beauty marks with concealer maybe?
The days drag on and on, hours struggle to bleed into other when his phone is so dry, when the smell of you is no longer clinging onto him.
His sex drive is dead. Libido low for the first time reaching a new low.
He doesn’t even text you multiple times a day for sex, he just wants you to reply.
Or to see you.
So much he considers driving himself back to your house again.
But he doesn’t have the spare keys anymore. The ones he had sneakily picked up one time.
Those would’ve been really useful for a surprise right now—he could’ve painted your apartment in pink roses, gift bags of Victoria’s Secret’s new line he heard just came out.
Gosh he’d do everything to see you in those new panties. To then take them off and kiss every curve of your body, every dip of skin.
Shit, it’s never really just sex.
You suffocate in your feelings, in the emptiness that comes of being a toy. Turns out, you’re not as strong as you thought you were.
Being nonchalant about what you feel is way harder than you thought it would be.
So you ignore him.
For days.
A month passes.
Your girlfriends are sick of it. Sick of hearing about him.
You feel stupid.
Maybe you are.
The whole scenario of him rejecting you runs another lap around your head as the elevator climbs 10 floors.
The familiar automatic ding of the lift snaps you out of your head. Doors opening, you step out.
You ground yourself on your floor and see boxes and boxes of pink flowers are on your doorstep, swallowing the entry with no way to get in your house.
Of course it’s him.
Sure, you knew he was a sex addict. But… not to this extent.
So when you catch sight of the singular envelope sticking out from the biggest box of roses and pluck it out, you expect something like “U and me tonight?” With a cheeky emoji.
But you rip the envelope open to “Please pick up the phone, princess.”
Fucking asshole.
Yet, you kick the roses sideways to make way, unlock your door, drop your bag and text “Door is unlocked.” With a disappointed sigh leaving you.
You make your bed knowing it’s going to get ruined in a few hours, clean the kitchen like he’s going to care about anything that isn’t ramming into you.
And the door unlocks sometime past 9 in the evening while you swirl a glass of wine in between your fingers on the balcony, sore legs kicked over the small coffee table.
He comes up on your right through the door. The details of his outfit unknown as you don’t pan your eyes over to him.
One month of no sex—no, no you, has shown Satoru that he does feel for you.
It’s shown him that what he felt was not just naturally from sex, it was straight from his heart. It wasn’t his hormones acting when his chest tightened when he had to leave.
Leaving your peacefully sleeping figure in the morning all alone when it was practically begging for his arms to wrap around you again.
It’s shown him that he can’t breathe without you there.
He kneels in front of where you’re sat on the couch to reach your line of sight as you refuse to even acknowledge him.
Your eyes narrow to the wine before downing it all in one go and setting it down on the glass table before begrudgingly swinging your feet off it.
The silence is thick with tension, unspoken words clawing at your lips. Both yours and Satoru’s.
You feel his eyes trace your every action.
Your spine meets the leather of the couch before you finally break the silence.
“I’m yours, Satoru. Just get on with it.”
His heart shatters into a billion different pieces. Just get on with it? Like you’re a task he has to finish? Like you’re not someone with feelings?
Feeling his heartbeat skyrocket, his mind starts running with questions. Do you not want him anymore? Does he not satisfy you anymore? Have you found someone else?
The thought of you with someone else has his stomach churning. He hasn’t even come to have sex with you, just to clear the air.
Still, your vague look and lack of expression makes his body go cold.
“I’m not here for that.” He says, feeling his voice waver, vocal chords shaking.
Your head finally turns to him. “Then why are you here?”
Internally, he winces. “Because I can’t go another second without you, Y/N.”
You feel the stars sparkle in amazement, the moon shine in delight. Your heart double over.
Is he..?
“I love you.” He cuts your thoughts off.
“I’m a liar, I love you so much I can’t breathe when you’re not around. When you’re not talking to me or holding me.”
“It was never just sex—I”
You cut him off, smashing your lips against him on his knees. There’s no need for you to reciprocate, he knows you love him.
He sighs against you, shoulders dropping from the tension in them leaving, forearms wrapping around your waist as he gets up and sits in your seat.
You land on him, knees digging onto the leather by his sides—feeling his heartbeat against your chest while he pulls you flush against him.
Your arms hold him tight by the neck. Moving around and repositioning yourself ears you a grunt from him as you feel him grow beneath you.
A sheepish smirk presses against his lips as you fail to suppress it. In revenge, his hands drop from your waist and onto your ass, pushing your clothed pussy over his hardening boner.
One month of celibacy has you sensitive to the slightest touch, the imprint of him being nothing like the shitty toys you hoped would get you off in his absence.
He groans once more as you shift over him—now deliberately grinding in slow movements.
A hand slips under the shirt you’re wearing to find that you aren’t wearing a bra, though he already suspected it from your hard nipples against his chest.
You let out a quiet moan from his cold hands against your back.
The low sound of his muffled chuckle vibrates against your lips as he invades your mouth, tongue tasting every inch of you.
Not letting him be in charge, you tug his hair and his mouth falls open for you to explore.
Your lungs beg for air and only then do you break the kiss, feeling his hand push your shirt upwards till your breasts meet the cold night air.
Without even catching his breath, Satoru’s mouth latches onto your nipple like he’s starved and you’re his favorite food.
His tongue swirls around the peak as his other fingers pinch your other lonely nipple, coating your chest in saliva, bundles of nerves electrifying under his touch.
You’re a moaning mess till you have enough of the teasing.
“A-ah—Satoru-” He doesn’t stop at your calling.
“Satoru—”
Finally he perks up. “Yes, sweetheart?”
You try to focus on your words as he humps you dry. “Make-make—love to me.”
His eyes widen like it’s Christmas day. A second passes. He crashes. God, his name coming from your lips, the seemingly innocent request when it’s so secretly filthy. The wires reconnect in his brain and suddenly you’re grateful you only wore a really oversize, old shirt of his you stole.
What else would you need to wear with him around?
The damp material of your lacy panties gets pushed aside and he unbuckles his pants, freeing his hard, dusty pink, groomed cock out.
You gasp when his tip pushes at your entrance, having forgotten the sheer size of him and his girth.
“Satoru!”
He groans, head falling back as your juices leak down on him.
“Oh fuuuck,” he drags, eyes falling closed. “Ah- should’ve prepped you—It’s been a while now, hasn’t it, baby? But you’re so wet I’m sure you can take me, right my sweet girl?”
So you do, you bite your lips, stabilise yourself on his shoulders and slowly sink down onto him. He kisses you slow, pressing soft skin against you, bitting your bottom lip delicately.
His hands leave your ass and one of them wraps around your back, bringing you impossibly close to him.
The other presses into your hair, angling your head sideways so he can lose himself in your mouth.
He lets you stay bottomed out for a moment so you can readjust, relearn the shape of him.
A needy whine vibrates against Satoru's lips once he shifts inside of you.
You feel his grin against you before he delivers the first thrust—deep, slow, curved just right to hit your cervix right off the bat. Your lips part for you to let out a moan from your chest.
He takes the opportunity to bite your neck. Leave his mark and kiss down your carotid. Gentle, reverent kisses. Deliberate nips. Purple and pink shades decorating fron your neck to your collarbone and breasts.
You're his vision. His canvas.
With two hands under your thighs, Satoru bounces you on his length. Perfectly inclined pink tip that never really leaves your pussy when he lifts your hips, but meets the familiar muscular ring deep within you whenever he drops you down every.single.time.
The sound of skin meeting skin so intimately getting absorbed by the sky.
You writhe over him, legs starting to ache, lips swelling—throat going dry from the moaning once he starts to circle around your clit, drawing you closer to the edge.
In one sudden movement, he lays you down on the couch. Your back against the soft cushions—his hot figure hovering over you, hand on your hip, elbow dug in the leather to prop himself up.
And he really starts hitting the spot. Your sight starts to blur, tears prickling at the corners from the feeling of sheer fullness. He starts to pick up the speed just a bit, going harder, not fast yet enough for him to feel you reaching your climax.
Your nails claw at his back under his shirt, looking for something that will tether you to earth while you clench and clench till his rhythm is stuttering.
"Oh my pretty girl, I'm so close-ugh—you're doing so well f'me." His teeth sink into your shoulder and you feel your legs going weak.
A hand dips under you, hooking under your back and arching you upwards.
Once.
Twice, he thrusts.
And you come. Hard.
He follows immediately, shaking when he buries himself inside of you. Walls fluttering and pulling him in viciously.
Neither of you dare to move, he collapses over you and flips you both with him still inside your walls till your head lands on his chest.
You don't need to say it out loud.
But you're his.
And he's yours.
Haven’t proofed this yet because im a little lazy buttttt what if its not just a masterlist either…?
Working on pregnant reader x husbandnanami and hockey!gojo x reader..
you and yuji have been friends forever, nothing could ruin your friendship… besides his hot ass older brother that you mistook for him
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14 : BRAT ?!
the ride back home was quiet, you just admired the sunset as sukuna sprinted across streets- you didn’t even realise that he brought you back to his home, not yours, you realised only when he shut down the engine and lifted you off the bike after putting the kick stand down
“you okay?” he asked as he unbuckled the chin straps of the helmet, making sure not to pull your hair “i’m fine” you mumbled, looking up so he could work on the straps, he then took off your helmet carefully and ran a hand through your messy hair
“are you?” he asked, his helmet still on while he opened the storage compartment under the tail of the bike to hand you tissues since you had watery eyes from the wind but lwk also because of how overstimulating what just happened was
“yes” you said as you carefully patted the tissues on your skin, your makeup smudged from the helmet, you opened your purse and took out a lipgloss looking for your mirror that you forgot
without thinking you pulled sukuna by the chin guard of helmet and looked at yourself through the reflective visor of his helmet that he still had down, he was too worried about you to think of doing anything for himself
you reapplied your lipgloss and looked at yourself, it took you a second to realise how embarrassing what you just did was, but he just stayed there, bent over so you could check yourself out through his visor- his eyes looked straight into yours but you couldn’t tell
you flushed slightly when you realised and speed walked to the front door of the house, opening it with your spare key yuji gave you- after a couple minute he followed you back inside
“yuji will be back in like, half an hour” sukuna said as he placed the two helmets on the entry table and tossing his keys besides those, he quickly took off his shoes and walked away- he seemed pissed, but not with you
you noticed his mood shifting and silently followed him to the kitchen, real dinner time was close and he was looking around for something to eat “can i cook?” you asked in a low voice that spooked him, too deep in his thoughts to notice your presence
“don’t feel like food poisoning today” he replied as he looked inside the fridge for some idea “where did you even learn how to cook?” you asked him, trying to ease the mood
“jail, we had courses and shit” he replied, his tone still cold but he still replied “what did you go in for?” you asked him, walking closer to him, leaning on the counter while he picked ingredients from the fridge
“drug dealing and beating a guy” he replied, voice lower as he admitted so, almost as if he was ashamed of it “did he deserve that?” you asked, looking at him as he started chopping vegetables right besides you
“he deserved worse” he replied, his voice much more serious now, you looked around- your goal wasn’t to make this worse “you got sick tattoos out of it at least” you tried to lighten the mood, he looked at you, amused “sure” he replied with a low chuckle
“how many you got?” you asked, scanning his body, trying to count them before he answered “sixteen?” you guessed after counting from what you saw and from memory “eighteen” he replied back “i remember sixteen tho” you said, thinking hard
“you still haven’t seen two of them” he said with a teasing tone, chuckling lowly at his own joke while he kept cutting vegetables- you took a second to realise “oh-“ you said quietly when you put 2+2 together
“you’re still a kid” he said as he switched side, not facing you anymore as he started cooking on the stove “am i?” you asked, you voice dropping a little quieter as you said so “i’m too old for you” he said, his voice almost a whisper but you clearly heard that
“are you?” you replied back, his movements stopped for a second, shaking his head right after “stop playing” he said with a less playful tone “i’m not” you whispered, his head turned, looking at you like you just committed a sin
“brat” he scoffed, you were joking around too much and you knew, you were blowing off the act but you just couldn’t help yourself when he played along
“what are you going to do about it?” you teased with a slight chuckle but you got startled when he turned around and got closer to you
“don’t play these fucking games with me” he threatened, his face way too close to yours while he growled at you, you looked at him, your gaze shifting frantically from his angry eyes to his soft lips until you eventually closed the distance
you could feel his body going stiff when your lips met, you parted from him a second after, your heart beating as fast as it ever did “i’m sorr-“ you mumbled before he made your lips meet again and lifted you up on the counter
your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and kissed him back, his teeth biting your lips through the kiss when you started pulling his hair slightly- the sound of your heavy breathes and your lips parting was filling the room
he leaned closer as one of his hand held you by the waist and the other softly caressed your face while you made out, his body between your legs, his figure still towering over you even if you were on the counter
you parted for a moment “you got better” he panted, his breath unsteady, you looked at him confused “what do you m-“ both you and sukuna looked towards the front door as it started unlocking
he pushed himself off you and you jumped off the counter, he got back to the stove while fixing his hair and wiping his lips, you did the same
“yoo- what are you doing here?” he asked you as soon as he saw you, all sweaty from the gym “long story” you said as you smiled at him, dragging his ass to his room so you could explain to him… at least the first part of the story
“this is so fucked up” sukuna mumbled to himself while he stared at the burned veggies on the stove
if my brother made out with my gf i’d rather be orphan
PUSSY SO GOOD HE STARTED CRYING after days of pure sexual frustration and forced restraint due to your menstruation, satoru makes up for lost time claiming every bit of you.
ꨄ︎ conᴛains multiple rounds, penetration, dirty talk, menstrual themes, sexual frustration, masturbation, assisted handjob, dry humping, crying during sex, desperate rough sex, manhandling. gojo is so desperate. praise kink.
it’s another one of those days again of you waking up feeling weak, stomach twisted in a dull ache, and the second you shift under the sheets you feel the tell tale warmth between your thighs. bleeding.
you slip carefully out of bed so you don’t wake gojo, who’s still sprawled on his stomach, in the bathroom you confirm it, sigh quietly, and after a quick shower you pull on one of his oversized shirts.
the fabric hangs past your thighs, you don’t think twice about it, until you step back into the bedroom and catch him already awake, propped up on one elbow, eyes locked on you like he’s been struck.
he’s rock hard visibly the thin sleep pants do nothing to hide the thick outline pressing against the fabric, and the way his gaze drags slowly from your bare legs up to where the shirt sits loosely on your shoulders makes heat crawl up your neck even through the cramps.
you leave him there and head to the kitchen, trying to ignore the way your body still wants him even when it hurts.
you’re standing at the stove frying an egg when strong arms suddenly wrap around your middle, careful but firm, settling right over the place that aches. you melt into the warmth for a second before his sleepy voice rasps against your ear.
“do you feel that, baby?”
you hum, distracted by the warmth of his chest against your back, he answers by gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.
the hard length of his cock presses insistently against the small of your back, thick and throbbing even through the layers of clothes. a low groan vibrates through him.
“i should just bend you over right here and bury my dick inside you.”
normally that kind of talk would leave you fluttering and wet, but today the words only make the ache in your stomach sharper.
you groan, annoyed, and try to ease out of his hold, he notices, of course, but doesn’t fully let go. his arms stay loosely looped around you.
“hmm? don’t want to?” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. he noses at the side of your neck, lips brushing your nape. “so you’d prefer i lay you out on the table and have you for breakfast instead? because we can certainly do that.”
you stiffen, he feels it immediately. the playful edge in his voice softens. he turns the stove off with one hand, then gently cups your face and turnining you toward him. you’re pouting, eyes averted, and satoru knows you too well. this is the face you only make when something’s wrong.
“tell me.” you look away. his brows furrow. “i’ll count to three. one… two-”
“i have my period,” you groan, still trying to twist your face out of his hands. he doesn’t let you, his palms stay gentle but firm on your cheeks, keeping your eyes on his.
“what are you looking away for?” he smiles, soft and a little teasing, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “does my girl need something? does your stomach hurt?”
the concern in his voice undoes you completely, you melt against him, forehead dropping to his chest. yes, he can be an absolute tease, but this side of him, always gets under your skin in the best way. it makes you ache for him even more, wetness gathering between your thighs despite the pain.
gojo, on the other hand, feels like he’s being slowly tortured.
the two of you usually fuck every day or two. it’s a cycle you both lean into hard.
there was even one time you tried during your period, but the cramps afterward had been brutal enough that you both agreed not to risk it again.
so now the days stretch out in front of him, every brush of your body against his is a reminder of what he can’t have.
he even jerks off in the shower more than once, biting down on his own wrist to stay quiet, one afternoon you catch him mid stroke in the bedroom, pants shoved down, cock flushed and leaking in his fist.
the look on his face when he realizes you’re watching is pure wrecked hunger, you cross the room without a word, wrap your hand around him, and finish him yourself while he pants against your neck and keeps his hips carefully still so he doesn’t accidentally thrust into your grip the way he wants to.
the entire time his free hand stays fisted in the sheets instead of grabbing your hips and bending you over.
the restraint costs him. you can see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his eyes stay squeezed shut like looking at you might break the last thread of control.
another evening he corners you in the bathroom after your shower, you’re wrapped in a towel, hair damp against your neck, and he steps in close, crowding you back against the counter.
his hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking the edge of the towel where it’s tucked between your breasts. he leans down and kisses you slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours until your knees go weak. when he finally pulls back. “just let me feel you,” he whispers. “not inside. just… against you. please.”
you hesitate, but the need in his voice makes refusal impossible, he undoes the towel with careful fingers and lets it fall, then he shoves his own clothes down and presses himself against you from behind again, the thick length of his cock sliding between your thighs, resting against the soft heat of your pussy without entering.
he rocks slowly, the head catching against your clit with every careful thrust. his arms band tight around your waist. his forehead drops to your shoulder. the sounds he makes are almost pained low, broken, every slide of skin is both relief and fresh torment.
he lasts only a few minutes before he has to stop, pulling away with a shaky inhale, cock flushed and leaking against his stomach.
he turns you around and kisses you harder, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other stays carefully above your waist. when he speaks his voice is wrecked.
“i’m going to ruin you the second it’s over. you know that, right? i’m going to keep you in bed for days. i need to be inside you so badly it’s making me stupid.”
the final days crawl by, by afternoon the tension in his shoulders is visible every time he’s near you.
he keeps finding excuses to touch, fingers brushing your lower back when he walks past, a hand lingering on your thigh while you sit together on the couch, the press of his lips to the side of your neck that lasts a second too long. every touch is careful and still somehow desperate.
when night finally falls and you tell him it’s over, the change in him is immediat, he doesn’t speak at first. he just stares at you for a long moment, eyes wide and shining, then crosses the room in two strides and pulls you into his arms so tightly the air leaves your lungs.
his face buries in your hair, you feel the first tear against your temple before you even realize he’s crying.
“fuck,” he breathes, the word cracked open. “fuck, i missed this so much. i missed you so much. do you even know how hard it’s been? every single day looking at you and not being able to touch you the way i wanted-”
he walks you backward toward the bed without ever letting go, mouth finding yours in a kiss that is equal parts hunger and gratitude.
his hands are everywhere at once sliding under your shirt, cupping your breasts, gripping your hips hard enough to leave faint marks.
when he lays you down he follows immediately, covering your body with his, thighs spreading yours apart as if he cannot stand even an inch of space between you.
“look at me,” he whispers, voice shaking. “i want to see your face when i push in. please.”
the first time he pushes inside you is slow, he watched your face first as he pushed the entire way, eyes wet, lower lip caught between his teeth.
the moment he is fully seated he goes still, forehead pressed to yours, a soft broken sound escaping him. more tears slip free. he doesn’t wipe them away.
“oh my god… there you are. fuck, there you are. so warm… so tight… i forgot how perfect you feel around me.”
he just starts to move deep and careful, then harder, like the last of his restraint has finally shattered.
“so good,” he keeps saying, “you feel so fucking good. i thought i was going to lose my mind waiting. i couldn’t stop thinking about this. about you. about how perfect this pussy is for me. every time i closed my eyes i saw you like this… taking me so well…”
he fucks you like a man who has been starved, every thrust claiming you so deep, hands gripping your thighs to keep them open for him. when you clench around him he makes a wrecked little noise and presses even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“that’s it… squeeze me just like that. fuck….you have no idea what you do to me…”
his pace never slows. he is chasing something desperate and wordless, and when he finally comes it is with a broken sob against your skin, hips stuttering, cock pulsing deep inside you while he holds you so tightly it almost hurts.
“i’m coming—fuck,”
even after he finishes he does not pull out. he stays buried inside you, still hard, still trembling, soft kisses scattered across your cheeks and jaw while the last of the tears dry on his face. after a few minutes he starts moving again, slower this time, lazy and deep.
“you can take it, right, baby? for me? please… hmm? just a little more. don’t make me pull out yet.”
“again,” he whispers against your mouth. “please. i need it again. i need you again. i need to feel you come around me… can you do that for me?”
he rolls you both without slipping free, ending up on his back so you’re straddling him. his hands settle on your hips, guiding you down until you’re fully seated on his cock again. the new angle makes you gasp.
he fills you even deeper like this, the thick head pressing against places that make your thighs shake.
gojo’s head tips back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded still shining with leftover tears. he watches you rise and fall with open hunger, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above where you’re stretched around him.
“that’s it… just like that. fuck, look at you taking me so well. look how deep i am, bouncing on me like you missed it too…”
one hand slides up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers while the other stays locked on your hip, urging you to move faster.
every time you sink down he lifts his hips to meet you, driving up into you with short thrusts that punch soft cries from your throat.
the wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the room. he can’t stop talking, filthy praise mixed with soft pleas
“you’re so good to me… letting me have you like this after everything. i love the way you take me. i love how your pussy flutters when i hit that spot…”
when your rhythm starts to falter he sits up suddenly, chest pressed to yours, arms wrapping tight around your back. he kisses you hard while bouncing you on his cock, using his strength to lift and drop you exactly how he wants.
the change in angle has you clenching hard around him. he groans into your mouth, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he comes a second time, spilling deep inside you again.
he doesn’t give either of you long to recover. still buried inside you, he tips you sideways so you’re lying on your side facing him.
one of his long legs hooks over yours, keeping you open, and he starts fucking you in slow, grinding thrusts.
his face is close enough that you can see every flicker of emotion in his eyes. he keeps one hand on your ass, holding you flush against him, the other tangled in your hair. every few thrusts he presses a soft kiss to your lips or your cheek or the corner of your eye.
“missed this so fucking much,” he murmurs against your mouth. “missed the way you squeeze me… the way you get so wet for me… the little sounds you make when i’m this deep… fuck, i could stay inside you forever.”
he pulls out only long enough to manhandle you onto your hands and knees. the sudden emptiness makes you whine, he soothes it with a palm sliding down your spine before he lines up and sinks back in with one smooth thrust. the new depth punches a moan out of both of you.
gojo’s hands settle on your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he starts fucking you in earnest long strokes that rock the entire bed.
the sound of skin meeting skin is louder now, wet and filthy. he leans over your back, chest pressed to your spine, one arm wrapping around your waist so he can reach between your legs and rub tight circles over your clit while he drives into you.
he fucks you through another orgasm, not slowing even when your arms give out and you drop to your elbows. he follows you down, covering your body completely, hips never stopping.
“good girl… coming around my cock like that… gonna fill you up one more time—”
only when he comes again, a low sob torn from his throat does he ease the pace, grinding into you in slow circles as the last pulses leave him.
even then he doesn’t pull out. he rolls you both carefully onto your sides, still buried inside, one arm locked around your waist and the other sliding under your head so you’re tucked against his chest.
his cock is still half hard, twitching occasionally inside you as if it refuses to fully soften. he presses soft, open mouthed kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder, breathing you in.
“one more,” he whispers against your skin after a few quiet minutes, already starting to rock his hips again in lazy, shallow thrusts. “just one more… . i still need you. i still need this. let me stay inside a little longer… you feel too good… i can’t stop yet.”
and you let him. you let him take you again in that same spooned position.
by the time the sky outside the window starts to lighten, your body is sore and marked and full of him, thighs sticky with everything he’s left inside you. even then he keeps you close, one arm locked around your waist, cock still resting against the slick heat between your thighs, as if the only way he can believe the wait is truly over is by never letting you go.
“stay like this,” he murmurs against your hair, voice finally soft and sleepy. “just… stay. i’m not done holding you yet.”
₊˚⊹⋆ sneak peak ! you are a popular streamer loved by many but especially by streamers @sxeyesato and @crsdsugu. constantly in ur inbox and chat asking to collab ^^ u don't realize that they're fighting over you, thinking that they're merely flirty friends.. whoops!
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live now!
"okay guys welcome back to another stream! as you can tell from the title, this is gonna be a q&a stream but we're gonna make it a little more fun," you giggle as you quickly pull a bottle of alcohol into stream and remove it from frame just as fast. "so the rules are: chat can ask me anything—just don't be a weirdo— but if i don't want to answer it, i have to take a shot," you mouth the last word, not wanting to get demonetized. "but if you send the cheer text-to-speech, i have to answer the question as long as its not too freaky. fair warning, i start talking alot when i get tipsy so it won't be too hard to get things out of me."
the first cheer comes quicker than you thought.
@ sxeyesato cheered! x 1000
are you single and ready to mingle?
the chat errupts into chaos; sure, you were a pretty big name in streaming but not quite on par with gojo satoru. the two of you have chatted a couple times and he's commented on a few of your posts, but this was the first time he was in your stream (or so you think).
and of course, you've seen the edits and the twitter threads. ever since you started streaming and gojo took an interest in you, the internet was practically flooded with the two of you. and if it wasn't you and gojo, it was you and geto, but that's a story for a little later.
"woah satoru," you say in suprise. "wasn't expecting to see you here so early! but im not ready to drink just yet, so yes, i am single."
@ crsdsugu cheered! x1000
are you free this saturday?
you laugh to yourself, it seems the two always came in a pair. there wasn't one without the other for too long. similar to gojo, you were also familiar with the name suguru geto. you've seen some of his clips (though mainly some edits of him) but have yet to actually speak to the man,
"are you asking me or satoru?"
@ reigenssalt : girl dont play dumb. yk hes asking you
@ dimpledefender : computah…
@ hanazawaaa : tsk tsk the greed they talk abt in the bible
"chat calm it down, we've barely started! but yes, i'm free this saturday if you are talking to me, geto."
@ crsdsugu cheered! x1000
how do you feel about italian food?
"i love all food but i could actually mess up some pasta," you admitted, mouth watering at just the idea of a delicious plate of pasta right now.
@ sxeyesato : can you like mind your business suguru lmfao
@ crsdsugu : eat my dick satoru
this little routine goes on for a little longer. thankfully the two of them don't completely hog all of your attention and let some other people ask some questions. but regardless, the two of them were persistent in knowing almost everything about you.
gojo even got desperate and started asking you how you feel if you had kids with blue eyes.
@ crsdsugu : desperate asf #embarassing
@ sxeyesato : as if u didn't ask her 'do u like guys w long hair' #whipped
not even thirty minutes into your stream and your mods had to ban the both of them for spamming and vulgar language. your chat errupted in protest but you told them rules were rules.
you shrug as you read some of the chatters complaining about them getting banned. "i'm sorry guys but it's not like i'm asking alot from you. all i ask is not too much vulgar language and no spamming. take it up with my mods."m
in your next stream, you through all your unban requests, two of them being from gojo and geto.
"alright next!" you say. you hit the next button and lo-and-behold, there was the unban request sent from none other than satoru gojo. the message read "please unban me sweetheart :( i didn't mean to use potty words in your chat and spam.. you're mods r so strict, you run a tight program but i like that ;)"
"i honestly might make your ban sentence longer for that message im not gonna lie to you."
@ mobsbarber : bro check out his stream rn. he's crying
@ joebartslover : im crine he NEEDS to be unbanned lol
just like your chat said, gojo was watching you go through your unban requests and practically started having a mental breakdown when you were joking about not unbanning him.
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" 'yn's feet lover' with the five gifted," you say, catching yourself laughing at the tag. "thank you for the five— i love the name by the way, very creative guys." your eyes skim over the chat as you take a sip of your drink, getting situated in your chair as you watch the views pile up and the chat burst to life. you started streaming on twitch on a whim a couple months back, thinking nothing would come out of it. in all honesty, you only did it to vlog and make a collection of memories. turns out, people really liked hearing you talk to a camera and clip-farm for edits.
you wait for everyone to pour in as you read the chatters.
@ sailormarz : waaaiiit i like this cam setup
@ linalina : who r the special guests?
@ caseohsfridge : if the guests r who i think they are…
"alright chat, now that a good majority of you guys are here, let's get started! today we're gonna be playing the horror game 'obey the voice'. i mentioned it on my last stream but i also mentioned how it would be a collab. so everyone give it up for 'six eyes satoru' and 'cursed suguru'!" you freeze in place just as gojo and geto walk into frame and take a seat on either side of you. you mutter a countdown from three and on one, all three of you slightly jumped it your seats, making it look like you fell there. well, sorta?
"when we edit that for youtube, it'll look a lot better, i promise," gojo laughs as he gets comfortable in his char.
"'we'?" geto raises a brow. "don't act like you're gonna help edit."
"like you're gonna edit either?"
"i have a paid editor why would i do that?"
"uh isn't this going on my channel?" you ask.
"you can have my editor," geto offers with a kind smile.
"you don't want his, take mine! super quick and amazing effects," gojo counters.
"i don't want either of your editors," you deny before quickly adding on, "no offense! but i love my editor, she's the best. now, onto the actual gameplay!"
at the beginning of the game, you are guided by a voice who tells you the instructions and rules of the game.
"wait why is the voice kinda-"
the two men sitting on either side of you look at you in pure judgement.
"i'm so glad we all die one die," geto says in relief.
"dude it's a normal ass voice. let me drop my asmr channel."
"no one wants your asmr channel, satoru."
the three of you then decide to take turns on the controls. first up was gojo. the first task of the game was hide and seek. the objective of the game was to enter the house and find the entity within the alotted time. seemed easy enough had it not been for the fact that gojo could not listen to directions for the life of him.
"you already checked that room, go upstairs," geto instructs.
"where are the stairs?"
"on your left!" you exclaim, getting nervous now that you were running out of time. only for gojo to turn the opposite direction and go the wrong way.
"clutch or kick, man."
@ linalina cheered! x 500
pro streamer doesnt know lefts from rights
"yo mods ban that person!" gojo says, offended by the chatter.
"my mods aren't gonna listen to you," you laugh.
the rest of the bits of the game go rather smoothly. the three of you work together during the game and also get jumpscared together. well, mainly you and gojo but geto will jump a little bit. but it's usually gojo who screams the loudest. you've also noticed that during some parts, gojo would tend to lean closer to you when anticipating a jumpscare. while geto on the other hand would always rub your hand or shoulder after a jumpscare in an attempt to comfort you.
you brushed all of this off thinking it was just them being friendly. it wasn't in until a little later on that you started to take notice of these things under a different lens.
ever since your first collab with satoru and suguru, you climbed even higher in the rankings of top streamers. as your name became more known, it wasn't uncommon to see a majority of your famous clips have something to do with either satoru or suguru or sometimes, even both!
for instance, twitter had a field day with a certain clip of you and suguru doing the challenged where you were handcuffed to each other for twenty-four hours. using the hand that was cuffed to yours, he spins you around a couple times before pulling you close and dipping you as if you were dancing together.
you couldn't count the amount of edits you saw on tiktok using just that one clip. and sure, maybe you were stirring the pot a little for commenting on a couple "this is so cute!". it wasn't your fault, the edit was cute!
or the other clip with you and satoru where you baked a cake and put your "hear-me-outs" on it. and gojo's final hear-me-out was a printed picture of you.
"i know this one's not really a hear-me-out," he said. "more like a hold-me-back." for a good few weeks, the edits of him were unsufferable. until people used the clip as an intro to edit you. now those were the edits you reposted.
you were so dense to their obvious flirting that your chat always found a way to bring it up.
@ shigeyomama : are we ever gonna discuss the allegations
"allegations?" you repeat in confusion. "what allegations? am i getting cancelled? doesn't this mean i made it as a streamer?"
@ shigeyomama : no girl the allegations between u and gojo and geto
"and what does that mean?"
@ silverdimple : shake your head and lmk if u hear rocks
@ terukishair : you wouldnt know a love triangle if it slapped u in the face
@ tomesufo : u should make them compete for your love or smth lmao
now that last one caught your eye. you hum to yourself in thought and shrug your shoulders, telling your chat the same old thing.
"you guys are looking into it too much, we're just friends!"
funny, since the next stream you have scheduled would say otherwise.
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WOOOO FINALLY this has been in my drafts for too long but i had to lock in and post smth for the first time in forever.... im so sorry guys im lowk nervy asf for college and had to get some stuff turned in before the sem starts T^T HOPE U ENJOYED
✎ᝰ. CAN A COCKY NERD FIND LOVE ? — NERD!TOJI X READER
SYNOPSIS there's a cute nerd in your biology class, and you can't stop staring for the life of you. luckily for you, he becomes your lab partner and you can't stop running into him. after another run in, you confront what's been eating at you for the past two weeks, and turns out, the feeling's mutual. inspired by morning dew by beyoncé ⚛︎ .𖥔 ݁ ˖
CONTENT WARNINGS / TAGS fluff : smut : hurt to comfort : glasses stay on : toji cocky but what's new : piv : praise kink : afab!reader : they're both losers for each other : flirting : teasing : toji is nonchalant but he's really not : banter : toji is smitten : morning sex : creamipie : aftercare
ART CREDITS @syllysmot ◞⠀ @ youka.i ◞ @ F_tality
WORD COUNT 7k
As the days of the new semester grew, you got more and more curious about the cute nerd in your Biology 101 class. He had a scar on his lips, raven hair, and these adorable glasses that definitely didn’t fit. You’ve only heard him speak a few times. He only ever spoke in class when he was called on, and when he was, he answered correctly, exuding confidence. The professor constantly applauded him for his work and even asked him to help out during her office hours. You considered showing up just out of pure curiosity, but decided against it. You didn’t want to stare at him like an obsessive loser. But an opportunity to talk to him fell on your lap on a random Tuesday afternoon.
During the third week of class, your professor announced something: everyone would sit alphabetically in the class for the next few days as she got used to everyone's names. This earned a few groans from the people who wanted to sit next to their friends, but she assured them it would be temporary.
“Everyone, everyone,” the room quieted down at her voice, “It won’t last too long. We just have one lab to complete then I should have everyone’s names down a few days after that. I’ve been struggling these past two weeks.” She looked down at her clipboard and moved to the first pair of chairs. “Now, let's start. Does anyone know if…” She called names one by one to show them their temporary seats. You didn’t know anyone in the class to begin with so you weren’t too bothered. Though, you’ve never heard of a college class that had a seating chart. That was definitely a first. And by the sounds of it, no one else had either. How bad could her memory be?
Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize when she called your name to be seated next. You blinked in confusion before realizing that she was assigning you to a seat. You mumbled an apology under your breath before sitting down. You exhaled, slightly embarrassed at your delayed reaction. Zoning out at the worst times seemed to be your strong suit. As you pulled out your textbook, you didn’t listen to hear who would be your shoulder partner. You looked up to see Toji, aka the guy you’ve been staring at for two weeks from across the room instead of paying attention to lecture, sitting right beside you. You quickly averted your gaze to recover from your shock. It was pure luck really, getting to sit next to him for the next few days, even if it was by force. He gave you a small nod of acknowledgement and you gave him an awkward smile back before quickly turning your head away. Smooth, you thought to yourself, now he’ll think you’re creepy. Professor Nolan finished up the seating chart and brought up the upcoming lab.
“Our first lab will be tomorrow, and yes, your partner is who you’re sitting next to. It’s simple and it’s on everything we’ve covered this past week and a half. I’ll pass out the procedure.” She grabbed a stack of papers and started to give a small stack to each column. She handed Toji a stack and he handed you a packet. His hand brushed yours slightly, and your stomach lurched. His face remained neutral and he turned around to hand the rest of the lab procedures to the students behind you. You spent the rest of the lecture silently scolding yourself for getting so delusional over a guy that you didn’t know. The walk back to your car was one of shame. You hated how excited you got over things, especially since you got disappointed just as quickly. Sure, he was cute, but at the end of the day, he was just a guy. You reminded yourself of this and pushed it out of your mind. Tomorrow, you’d just focus on the first lab of the class. There was no need for unnecessary distractions.
You had spoken too soon. There was a need for distractions. They were very, very necessary. Especially if it entailed your cute lab partner walking you through the lab.
“You left your lab procedure on the desk. I tried to call after you, but you didn’t turn back.” He explained with a shrug. “No worries though, if you get stuck, I can try my best to explain it to you.”
You nodded, embarrassment creeping in. No way you were idiotic enough to leave your lab procedure behind. What a horrible first impression. “I’m so sorry, I’m not usually like this I—”
He shook his head and handed the packet to you. “No need to worry, I got you.”
You nodded again, shutting up this time. Your eyes scanned the page, taking in what you had missed the previous night. It seemed simple enough, but it was your first lab. It had already started off on not the best foot… you couldn’t mess up again. A wave of determination washed over you. If he wasn’t bothered by your small slip up, why should you? The two of you prepared your station in silence before starting. It was a human cheek microscopic lab where you scrape the inside of your cheek, smear the swab onto a glass slide, add a drop of methylene blue stain, and cover it with a slip. You then observe under the microscope and take note of the structures. Simple stuff, really. The only annoying part was extracting the sample.
The two of you got to work immediately. You scraped your cheek with the toothpick, and in the process, poked it. You yelped and pressed your tongue against the spot. A metallic taste soaked your tongue and you groaned softly. You don’t know what’s gotten into you. You were usually great at labs, always taking them on with intense focus. An easy one like this shouldn’t be tripping you up, but here you were. You shot a glance at Toji and found him laughing quietly to himself. You glared at him, narrowing your eyes.
“Not funny,” you mumbled, tongue still applying pressure to the area you accidentally punctured.
His grin grew even wider. “I dunno…it kind of is…How does one even achieve that?” He pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing again. Your frown deepened at his reaction. He was actually laughing in your face. This was another level of obnoxious, this was plain mean. You went silent throughout the smearing and staining process, ego a little wounded at his blatant taunting. You didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or annoyed. You went with being annoyed; he said he’d help you out, not make fun of you.
When it was time to observe under the microscope, you let him go first. You watched him closely, the different expressions he’d make, the notes he’d take, and the small sounds of content he’d let out. You found it all amusing. He acted all mysterious, but the whole time, he was really just a weirdo that got very pleased when things went as he predicted. His drawings were so accurate, it was scary. He moved away from the microscope and gave you a cocky smile. There was no way you were beating that. Not that it was a competition or anything. You snuck a glance at him. He was watching you carefully. Maybe it was a competition and you didn’t know it. You swallowed hard before adjusting the settings as needed. The cells looked cool: their irregular shapes were highlighted with a vibrant blue from the stain. You zoomed in more to be able to see the cell structures better. From there, you could start to sketch your observations. You grabbed your pencil and lightly glided your pencil across the paper, careful to write lightly enough so you could correct any mistakes. You fell into a comfortable rhythm, looking into the microscope, and pulling away to add to your paper. You felt Toji watching you like a hawk from the side, but you still took your time. Within a few minutes, you were done with your sketches. You checked your work and grinned. Not too bad.
You felt someone shift behind you. You looked over your shoulder and found Toji there, sneaking a peek at your paper. He had a bored expression on his face and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be perfect, it was a sketch after all. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath and you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Huh?”
“I said, ‘not bad.’” He repeated before grabbing his notebook and walking off to start cleanup. You furrowed your brows in confusion. He was being nice again? What happened to being obnoxious and annoying? You scoffed and joined him. The two of you cleaned up your station and went your separate ways. You took the long way to your car, still in need of processing that entire lab period. The reassurance in the beginning, laughing at you making a small mistake, and giving you a half assed compliment to top it all off. You decided he was too cocky for his own good. He knew he was smart, he knew that he was better, and he let it get to his head. Sort of. He was still somewhat nice. Whatever it was, you only had to deal with him for a few more days. The first and only lab was out of the way. In retrospect, the worst had already passed.
Your stomach rumbled and you stopped in your tracks. After fumbling around in your bag, you realized you forgot to pack lunch today. You muttered curses under your breath as you turned around and headed to the college cafe. You weren’t this scatterbrained. Before today, you can’t remember the last time you forgot anything, especially of great importance like your lunch or schoolwork.
You walked into the cafe and went to the counter to order your usual: a grilled cheese sandwich with sourdough bread and the juice of the day. Today’s juice of the day was mango, Paige, the barista informed you. You paid and looked for a place to sit. The cafe was pretty much empty except for a few students on their computers. One person in the corner caught your eye though. You could recognize those scarred lips anywhere. His eyes locked with yours and you froze, quickly looking away. You snuck another glance and he was still staring. He raised an eyebrow at you and gestured for you to join him. You pressed your lips in a firm line before slowly walking over. Dropping your bag on the ground, you took the seat across from him. You felt his eyes studying you carefully again like they had less than an hour ago, making your stomach twist in knots. Trying to figure him out made your head spin. Never in a million years would you have expected him to invite you over to sit with him…it just didn't work like that. At least, not in your head anyway.
“You’re everywhere,” he said simply, taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, by the way, it’s good. Fresh and all.”
You shot him a bewildered look. “What?”
He pointed to his drink with a slightly annoyed look on his face. “The juice of the day? That’s the drink you ordered, no?”
You blinked at him, his words barely processing in your head. How long had he been watching you for? You just noticed that he was here. You frowned and nodded slowly. “Yeah,” you responded flatly. You didn’t mean to be rude, but he was getting on your last nerves. That's what you got for putting a stranger on a pedestal, they’ll always end up not meeting your unrealistic expectations and disappointing you.
He sighed, deep green eyes boring into yours. “You know, for someone who stared at me for two weeks straight without saying a word, you sure don’t have a lot to say now that we’ve actually met.” Toji chuckled as you gaped at him, taking another sip of his juice. “But hey, to each their own.”
You were speechless. The entire first week, he was at one end of the room and you were in the opposite, in a corner at that. Same for the second. How he knew you’d look at him, you had no idea. His back was to you 99% of the time too…was he bluffing? No, that was way too specific and accurate to be a bluff. Maybe you weren't as subtle as you thought.
The barista called your name for your order and you shot up from your seat. You took your sweet time: making small talk with her again, checking to see if it was your name on it, if you got the right sandwich, and sipping your juice to see how it tasted. He was right—it was fresh, the tangy taste dancing on your tongue. You needed a second to mentally prepare yourself. Facing him after him confronting you and your staring problem made you want to puke. What do you even say to that? Do you just gaslight him until he believes you? You doubt he would though, he was way too arrogant to give you the benefit of the doubt or even just to let it go and move on. You slowly made your way back to your seat. He looked at you expectantly as you took another sip of your juice.
“It’s good, you were right.” You muttered, not meeting his eyes.
“I know,” he shrugged. You didn’t like this, not one bit. He was nothing like you had expected at all. Sure, it was counterproductive to fit people into boxes based on their appearances, but you've never met anyone that carried themselves like this. Though you hated to admit it, you were intrigued. Why did he call you over here? You were classmates, he had no obligation to invite you to sit with him. And you still didn’t know how he knew you would stare at him the first few weeks…
“You were staring at me too, weren’t you?” you blurted out. For the first time ever, Toji was stunned. He didn’t know how to respond to the question—or, better yet—the right answer to it. You watched as he struggled to approach your question. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.
“What makes you think that?” He finally decided on. Safe, yes, but playing dumb wasn’t always reliable.
“How else would you know I was staring at you?” You replied. Not your strongest point, you admit, but it was what was at the front of your mind.
“Well, for starters, you aren’t the most subtle person to grace this Earth,” he shot back. You narrowed your eyes at his deflection, but this only proved you were getting warmer.
“Aw, are you saying that my presence makes the Earth a better place ‘ji?” You asked sweetly, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” Your tone was so condescending you swore you saw his eye twitch.
“Don’t call me that,” he grumped. You giggled at his frustration and took a sip of your drink.
“Mmmmm,” you groaned dramatically. He glared at you from above his glasses. “Is this why you asked me to sit with you?” You stirred your juice with your straw, the ice cubes clinking together. His eyes followed the movement. Would he take the bait?
“...What do you mean?” He asked reluctantly. You could practically feel his discomfort. It loomed over his head, forcing him to engage in your shenanigans. It killed him to entertain your antics, but he couldn’t bear not knowing what you were going on about.
“You heard I ordered the same drink as you, so you called me over to sit with you.” You replied. Obviously, that’s not what you believed, but you had to point out how ridiculous all this was. All this game playing, and for what?
“No, of course not. Don't be stupid.” He said with a scowl, mouth turning into a frown, like just the idea alone personally offended him.
“So you have been staring at me too then? I didn’t even notice you were here until I was looking for a place to sit,” you challenged. You were regaining confidence now, determined to pull this confession out of him. He wasn’t going to get out of this. You felt like you were going crazy before, you were glad to know you weren’t alone.
“Does it even matter?” He sighed, failing to meet your eyes.
“Yes,” you insisted.
“Why?” He countered.
“Because.”
“Because?”
“Answer the damn question. Then I can tell you why it matters,” you hissed. You took a bite of your sandwich as he hesitated. You ate in silence, waiting for him to figure out what he was going to say. The sandwich was half gone and the glass of fresh mango juice completely empty by the time he finally cleared his throat.
“To put it simply, yes I was staring—when you weren't looking at least. That’s why I invited you to sit here. But—” He raised his hands up in surrender. “I swear I had nothing to do with us sitting together. That was pure luck.”
You laughed at how terrified he was. Like he actually believed you thought he blackmailed your strict professor or something to get you guys to sit together. This was ridiculous. You laughed over the stupidity of it all and he tilted his head at you in confusion.
“Well duh, I know that. It’s not like you built a time machine and changed my last name to be right next to yours on the roster.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Okay good. I’m not a creep. It was just a coincidence. So was the cafe, I assume?” He asked, now putting you on the spot. “Or are you stalking me?”
It was now your turn to be stunned into silence. You really hoped he was joking. “Give me the same grace. It was a coincidence. I was hungry, so I stopped here for a quick bite to eat. If you hadn’t called me over, I’d have left by now.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, smirking at your bewildered state. Reality finally crashed down on you—you guys have been playing eye tag this whole time, but you kept missing each other. Even though he got on your nerves—slightly—this was the best case scenario. You were both losers with a staring problem.
“So what now?” you asked before you could stop yourself. You regretted it immediately, especially as you watched his curiosity pique. He was either going to tease you beyond belief, or be completely honest with you like he had before. It was a gamble you weren’t sure you were ready to take, but it was too late. He studied the grimace on your face and nodded.
“I mean—based on this conversation, it’s safe to say there’s a mutual interest here so…I think it would be appropriate to ask you out.”
You blinked at him. Did he just ask you out without asking you? He winced at your unamused expression and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Er, sorry, I mean…would you like to go out with me sometime?”
“We’re technically out together right now if you really think about it,” you replied, pressing your lips together to suppress the smile creeping on your face. You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily. Who did you take you for?
“Well no shit, but like another time if you wa—”
“I’m just messing with you. Of course I would like that.”
He stopped his rambling and smiled at you, really smiled at you. It reached his eyes and you decided right then and there, you wanted to be on the receiving end of more smiles from this man. God knows they were scarce, but when they did come out, they made your heartbeat pound like a drum in your ears and caused butterflies to fill your stomach. You knew immediately that they didn’t show up for just anyone, and that alone confirmed any suspicion you had about him liking you too.
“Hey, you never explained why it mattered so much,” he said suddenly. Your eyes locked with him and you swore time stopped. The noise of the cafe faded in the background as the two of you held each other’s gaze. Blood rushed to your cheeks, the intensity of his gaze being too much. You were the one to break eye contact, twisting your hands in your lap nervously.
“Because,” you said pointedly, but there was no real bite in your voice. “The feeling’s mutual.”
There it was again. Another one of his rare smiles. Your eyes landed on his scar and you instinctively reached forward. He didn’t flinch or move away. He stilled as you traced it, fingertips ghosting over his skin.
“How did you get this?” You murmured softly. He avoided eye contact and grabbed your wrist gently.
“That’s a story for another time.” He said firmly, though, he didn’t remove your hand. “I’ll tell it to you though, I promise.” He swallowed hard and held your gaze. In the quiet of your own little bubble, you whispered to him softly, things only for his ears. The rest of the world faded away as the two of yours started to grow and blossom.
Your first real date was as soon as later that week after class. He walked you to your car and sent you an ominous text once you got home.
toji: I’ll pick you up at 4pm.
toji: It’ll be a little cold inside, so wear long sleeves.
toji: And pants.
You snorted at that text. Did he expect you to pull up half naked?
toji: As in long pants. Of course you’ll wear pants. Duh.
toji: Don’t laugh, you know what I mean. Shut up, stop laughing at me.
You laughed even harder. Underneath all of his cockiness and arrogance, Toji was really just a huge dork and it only came out in moments like these. Whenever you’d point it out, he’d get all grumpy and insist he’s not a dork—but if he was—that they are over hated. You always countered and said that that’s something a dork would say.
At 4pm at the dot, he picked you up in his white sedan. The inside of his car was very tidy. You wondered if it was always like this, or if he cleaned it up just because you’d be in it. You imagined a timid Toji, scrambling to make his car look presentable for a first date. The thought made you smile to yourself. Dork.
“What’re you smiling about? Like my car?” He asked, his tone a little hopeful. You were no expert on cars, but despite being very beat up on the outside, it looked nice. It was obvious he took good care of it. “Yes, I do,” you admitted. “It’s quite nice.”
“Thanks. I know,” he grinned at you, knowing that would piss you off. You poked his cheek and he pouted before putting the car in drive.
“So where is this mysterious location?” You asked casually. You were staring out the window, trying to make sense of where you were headed. It was the general direction of town, which only narrowed down the options slightly. He could be taking you anywhere from a fancy restaurant to Dick’s Sporting Goods. You hoped it wasn’t the latter, you didn’t pursue jocks for a reason…
“It’s a surprise. And if you nag me about it, I’ll just give you hints that are misleading.” He chuckled to himself, sneaking a glance at you. He was met with you glowering at him. Even after giving you basically nothing to work with in picking an outfit, he had the audacity to keep his lips sealed. You hated to admit it, but it was cute. The effort he was putting in was adorable and pushed your #TojiIsADork agenda even further.
Finding out on your own instead of being fed fabricated information sounded more appealing, so you shut up. Ten minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of an unfamiliar building. It was huge, you stared at the building in awe and Toji smiled, “It’s the new science museum. They have this one biology exhibit, I thought maybe we’d check it out?” He looked at you for approval, and that’s when you realized. He was nervous. The cocky guy you met was nowhere to be found. Instead, a slightly self conscious one stood before you. He kept stuffing his hands in his back pockets and removing them and you swore you saw him wipe his palms on his jeans. Interesting.
“This was thoughtful,” you said. His mood immediately posted at your praise, lips curving into a smile and even more confidence in his walk. He held open the door for you with a wink. “Ladies first.”
“Cornball,” you rolled your eyes, but slipped past him anyway. The guy at the front desk smiled as you walked up together.
“Tickets for two?”
Toji nodded and pushed up his glasses. “Does that include the new exhibit?”
“Yes it does.” He typed away on his computer. “That’ll be $19.18”
Toji fumbled for his wallet before handing over a $20 bill. He waved his hand for no change. The tickets printed out of a small machine and the worker handed them to you. “Enjoy!”
“Thank you,” Toji replied and the two of you entered the exhibit.
You had no idea such a cool place was in your city, and just right around the corner too. They had everything you could think of: dinosaur skeletons, glass cases with insects, human evolution halls, a whole planetarium, and so much more. You took it all in, glancing back at Toji to see how he reacted. He didn’t look nearly as impressed as you.
“I’ve been here so many times before already," he quickly explained.
“Oh, that makes sense.” You turned back to the exhibit and read the fun facts. After you exhausted every corner of the last exhibit, you headed for the one he was talking about.
It was centered around microbiology. The exhibit walked you through the different structures and explained their functions. Some of the things rang a bell and others didn’t. Either way, it was pretty cool to take what you’ve learned in class and apply it.
“This is way more in depth than what we’ve gone over in class, or in our lab together, but I wanted to show you since you seemed super intrigued in the lesson.” He explained. “Other than in me, of course.”
You scoffed, but you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Last time I checked, you were in the same boat.” You bumped him with your shoulder playfully.
“I still am, but I thought it was important to remind you of your roots. Your staring problem might be worse than mine,” he teased, bumping you back.
“I didn’t listen for your cafe order and then bring it up later to make a statement,” you pointed out. “Now who’s worse?”
“Hm,” he grunted. “I mean, I guess.”
“I’ll take that as accepting defeat,” you said triumphantly. He fought back a smile and took your hand. His large hand engulfed yours, squeezing it lightly before he guided you to that last part of the exhibit. The knots in your stomach only twisted more at his gesture.
“You mentioned during the first week that microbiology really interested you, so I saved the best for last.”
You blinked at him, a bit stunned he had remembered that. The two of you hadn’t even spoken then. It was a trivial comment you barely remembered making. Before you could fully process it, a video played on the screen. It was an animation detailing eukaryotic cells, specifically highlighting their functions in humans. The two of you watched in silence and listened intently. After it ended, he turned to face you.
“Isn’t it cool that under all these layers, we're just that.” He pointed to the nucleus of a small structure on the screen. “Humans are so complex. There’s so many things that are overlooked that are fundamental for us to function. Makes you appreciate the little things, you know?” He cleared his throat, eyes darting to the ground. “But yeah, uh, the video wasn’t too bad.”
He dropped his nonchalant act temporarily to connect with you, but you feel like you just missed your window yet again. His walls went up as quickly as they had gone down. You liked his take, it was very insightful. Plus, he’d remembered such a small detail about you and it meant a lot.
“The little things are overlooked often, you’re right,” you said quietly. Fear bubbled in your stomach, the weight of the conversation crashing down on you. Last time you checked, this wasn’t first date behavior. It was way too deep, way too soon. But you didn’t feel uncomfortable necessarily, you felt afraid of being judged. Being vulnerable, even if it was about biology cells, wasn’t your strong suit. Especially with someone you liked, you didn't want them to think less of you.
Toji nodded and inched closer. You looked up to look at him, really look at him. His hair was slightly mused, the polo he wore fitted him so perfectly it annoyed you, and his eyes. His green eyes were practically shining and you knew what was coming before it happened. He cupped your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. You kissed him back, fingers tangling in his hair. It was tender; he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he kissed you like you were his oxygen. His soft lips captured yours and it felt like the rest of the world melted away. You pulled away, flustered, heart ready to leap out of your chest.
“We’re in public,” you reminded him, slightly out of breath. The museum was pretty much empty, and no one else was in the exhibit room other than the two of you. You turned your back to him to compose yourself. You had realized he was going to kiss you right before it happened, and yet, nothing could have prepared you for that. The rate your heart was beating at was alarming. You wanted to do that again, except in the privacy of a room where you could do whatever you wa—
“You okay?” He asked, interrupting your thoughts.
You turned around and found him looking at you with a concerned look on his face. His glasses were slipping off his face, but he didn’t seem to notice. He walked up to you, but still left some space between him and you. “Was that too much?”
You shook your head. That wasn’t enough, but you couldn’t just say that. “No, it wasn’t. I’m sorry I—“ You paused to collect your thoughts. You liked him and it felt good to be here with him. But the pressure in your stomach wasn’t just butterflies. It was fear. You were scared of messing this up and it was eating you alive, preventing you from actually living in the moment.
“I think I’m just scared.”
Silence. Your confession, short and brutally honest, was finally out in the open. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your chest. You exhaled and met his eyes. They were sad. Droopy even. Was it from disappointment? Had you ruined the good thing before you even got to enjoy it?
“Me too.” His expression mirrored yours and his admission hung in the air as the two of you processed your mutual fear. It was ironic really—both of you were terrified of ruining a good thing with the other. You could pin yours to previous experiences causing you to have the doubt, but you wondered: what was his reason? The way Toji carried himself alone would make you believe otherwise…but the first thing you learned about him was to never judge a book by its cover.
“You look surprised.” He said it more like a statement than a question. You didn’t even realize you were letting your shock show on your face. You quickly made a neutral expression, but it was too late.
“Go ahead, ask me why that is. I know you want to.” You did want to, but part of you wasn’t sure if you should. Despite the obvious invitation, it felt like an invasion of privacy. Again, you reminded yourself, not first date behavior. But you were already way past trying to fit it into the box of how a first date should go.
“Why are you scared?” Your voice sounded smaller than you had anticipated. Still, you waited for an answer.
“I’m not good at this stuff. I struggled to pick a place for us to go out. I ultimately picked somewhere where I think would interest the both of us and where we could have fun, but I wasn't sure if that was the right choice I mean…” He sighed and his shoulder slacked. “I thought you’re supposed to have a fancy dinner. I wasn’t sure if you’d want that. And I doubt we could even afford it, us being broke college students and all—anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that I’m scared of doing this all wrong. It’s hard to pinpoint the balance between what I should do and what I want to do.” He was rambling at this point. It didn’t seem to bother him though. He seemed to be sorting through his thoughts verbally. “Is the expensive dinner the proper tone to set? Am I being a gentleman? Am I being too nice where it waters down our banter, but too rude where you think I might hate your guts? It’s a lot to wrap my head around.”
That was a lot to take in at once. You didn’t know he felt this way. He acted so carefree about it all that he really fooled you. “All I know is that I like you, and I want to see where this goes.” He shook his head. “Wow what a first date. Feels like a therapy session.”
Your nerves calmed down and your face broke into a smile. “I like you too. And you don’t need to worry about how you think you should act too much. Just be. I like you for how you are. You’re unapologetically your authentic self. That’s something I admire about you.”
He mirrored your smile. “Oh? Well I guess saying my piece was worth putting everything on the line for,” he joked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.
“Music to my ears.”
“Ugh,” you groaned. “Gross.”
“What? I can’t appreciate your laugh? And don’t say I’m being corny. Or a geek. I’m not a geek,” he argued.
“...That’s something a geek would say.”
The two of you left the room and bickered all the way out of the museum, to the car, and the ride home to your house. He kissed you goodbye and drove off once you got inside.
A few hours later, you received a text:
toji: Okay, on a scale of 1-10, how was the first date? I’m open to criticism, but let it be constructive. No “geek” or “dork” nonsense.
you: 10/10 for the geek-ery
toji: I hate you
you: you really don’t
toji: Shut it
You giggled and rolled over on your bed. You were really happy with how the date went. You were beyond nervous, but it all worked out in the end
you: on a real note, i had a good time. thank you for nerding out with me
toji: Same, thanks for agreeing to go out with me even though I said it wrong the first time.
toji: Also, the hell is “nerding out?”
you: the nerd … doesn't know what.. nerding out is …
toji: Wearing glasses doesn’t equate to me being a nerd dumbass
you: quickly, who can recite the entire marvel series in order from memory?
toji: I don’t know but they sound pretty cool to me ngl
you: Dork.
It took a few more dates to get fully comfortable with each other, but when you did, it was amazing. He kept it up with the nerdy date ideas, which you appreciated. You got to dabble in each other’s interests along with tapping into your shared ones. You kept things in your science lab locker from each date: ticket stubs, receipts, and photos... lots and lots of photos. The more you learned about him, the more you fell for him. It was impossible not to love him, you decided.
In class, you were eventually allowed to sit wherever, but of course neither of you budged. “These seats are lucky,” you declared one day. “We can’t move away.” Instead of teasing you, Toji agreed. There would be no seating changes since he was very happy with where he was at. He had said that last part pointedly and it made you grin.
Dating Toji was everything you’d imagined and more. He was attentive, noticing things you usually missed, and also kept you on your toes. He challenged you to try your hardest and be better. Whenever you needed help with school, he was the first person you went to. You couldn’t be more grateful.
And the sex was the best of your life. You remember your first time with Toji like it was yesterday:
It was early morning and he had spent the previous night watching movies with you. He spent the night and slept in your bed. You woke up with him hard, pressed up against your ass…and you, soaking through your flimsy sleep shorts.
Of course, knowing Toji, teasing you was his first course of action. He spread your thighs open, teased your entrance with his tip, smirking as you whined for him to just put it in already.
“Toji—” you whispered his name softly. His dark brows knitted together in mock concern. “Tojiii.”
“Yes?” He asked innocently. The smirk on his face told him he was anything but innocent, but you were so needy you didn’t want to stall any longer. You closed your legs slightly and glared at him. He gripped your thighs to force them apart and your stomach dipped in excitement.
“Stop teasing,” you pleaded. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I will. Give me a sec.” He took off his glasses and reached to put it on the nightstand, but you grabbed his wrist.
“No, keep them on,” you urged him.
He stared back at you for a moment before putting them back on. The look he gave you made the butterflies in your stomach swarm. You couldn’t resist that look and he knew it. You leaned forward and kissed him. He melted into the kiss, cupping your face gently, and groaning softly before finding his rightful place between your legs. You gasped as he entered you, arching your back. Each inch was more agonizing than the last. He was just too big to take all at once.
“S-slow down.”
He stilled and pushed your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry I got too excited, you wanna take it slow?”
You nodded eagerly and he rubbed small circles on your clit with his thumb. He tried again, except slower this time. You bit your lip as you attempted to take all of him again. “So tight baby—shit—That’s all of me,” he groaned as he bottomed out. He felt so good like this—thick cock stretching you out and burying you to the hilt. You moaned his name into the pillow underneath you softly.
“Mm don’t hide from me, I wanna hear you.” You lifted your head slightly at his words. He started to move his hips at a steady pace and you let out your broken moans this time. He groaned too, lost in the way your velvet walls hugged him tightly. For the first time having sex with him, he felt heavenly. You clawed at his back, whining as you took him.
“Holy shit you turn me on so much.” His glasses kept slipping slightly down his nose and he kept pushing them up, but he didn’t take them off. The lewd sounds of skin on skin filled the room as dawn settled in. The sun rising didn’t stop either or you. Everything you needed was right here inside front of you.
“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, causing you to flutter around him. His glasses were slightly fogged by now, each stroke stripped him of his resolve. All of his focus was on chasing both of your highs. He snapped hips and picked up the pace. Your broken cries egged him on even further and he twitched inside of you at your pretty sounds.
“Feels s’good,” you choked out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “I’m close.” Pleasure was building up in your stomach. You were so close you could practically taste it. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he turned his hips slightly. At this new angle, he drove even deeper inside your poor cunt, fucking you with purpose. The head of his cock kissed your cervix every time he bottomed out and you clenched around his length, eyes screwed shut.
“Yeah baby? You're close? Cum for me. I wanna feel you squeezing around me,” he breathed, “Give it to me. All of you.”
With one more thrust, you came, cunt squeezing his cock, milking him for everything he has, just like he asked. His name escaped your lips as your orgasm crashed over you and you shuddered at the overwhelming pleasure. He slowed down, thrusts becoming sloppier than the last, rigid before he came himself. His thick seed shot deep inside your aching cunt. You whined softly as he collapsed beside you with a low grunt.
The two of you laid there, chests heaving as you caught your breath.
“Toji…”
“'m sorry, I didn’t plan this either.”
You lifted your head to glare at him. “Oh, really? Who was humping me like a hormonal dog in their sleep last night?” You shot back.
“Fair point, let me make it up to you?” He folded almost immediately.
You perked up at this, curious to see what he had in store. “Making it up to you” entailed the best aftercare of your life, though he swore he always prioritized aftercare no matter the situation. Toji cleaned you up with a towel before taking you to the bathroom. He ran a hot bath with your favorite body wash and made sure the temperature was just right. He climbed in with you and handed you with care. Afterwards, you snuggled in bed together with you as the little spoon.
“Sometimes I wonder if I hadn’t forgotten my lunch that day. I wouldn’t have gone into the cafe,” you murmured.
Toji kissed your neck and sighed. “Yeah we wouldn’t have continued our little game.”
“I’m glad I did. I’m glad to be stuck with you.”
“Me too,” he murmured back, “I’ll always be right by your side.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE why is there nooo love for nerdji like guys plz
୨୧ — The chat doesn't register, because Sukuna doesn't stream for them.
He streams because he likes watching you squirm knowing thousands can see exactly what he's doing to you- and there's nothing your drool drunk brain can do about it.
“Pathetic,” he rumbles, the word vibrating through his chest where your back is pinned… “Can't even keep your mouth shut without help.”
The pink ball gag stretches your jaw wide- humiliating, a mocking splash of color against the mess you've become. Drool spills over the silicone in thick strands, dripping down your chin, your throat, between your tits where nipple clamps bite into swollen flesh.
He tugs the chain. Lazily. Just to watch you jerk.
“Mmmngh-!!”
“Quiet.” Another tug, harder. Your nipples stretch obscenely, flushed angry red, “You wanted this. Begged to be my little toy.”
Tch. Already crying. Weak.
The camera catches everything- your spread thighs, your trembling body, Sukuna behind you like a throne of muscle and malice. His cock rests against your slit, thick and veined and monstrous, smearing precum into your ruined folds.
He doesn't fuck you. Not yet.
First, he spreads you open.
Two fingers hook into your cunt and pull -slow, deliberate- stretching you while the webcam captures every glistening detail. Your hole clenches on nothing, pink and puffy and dripping.
“Look at this mess.” His voice drips contempt as he angles the camera, zooming in on the way your pussy weeps for him.
His laugh is low. Cruel.
“Fine. Since you're so desperate.”
He teases his tip against your entrance- the camera catches your gummy walls stretching around that fat cockhead, the first inch sinking into wet, sucking heat.
Then he punches into your guts.
“MMMNGH-!!”
One brutal thrust buries him to the hilt. He presses a palm against your belly, watching the shape of his cock distort your tummy, “There. That's where I'm going to break my girl.”
His pace is punishing- hips pistoning, cock battering your cervix until your insides go soft. Mushy. Ruined. Each thrust punches a muffled sob from your gagged mouth, drool splattering against your tits.
“Hnnngh- ! MMMPH- !!”
“Can't understand you.” He tugs the chain hard and your back arches, “Use your words. Oh wait- you can't.”
Fuck. Clenching so hard. Trying to milk me already.
The wet sounds are filthy. Your pussy squelches around him, arousal whipping to cream, a thick white froth clinging to his shaft and oozing around the stretched rim.
“Making such a mess.” He angles the camera lower, catching the creamy ring at the base, “Like a bitch in heat.”
His thumb finds your clit, “Gonna cum? Cream on my cock like the desperate little fucktoy you are?”
You nod frantically- tears streaming, drool pooling, nipples throbbing.
“Then do it. Show them what a pathetic slut you are.”
He rams your cervix and holds-
You shatter. Absolutely shatter around him. In his arms. In front of so many...
Your orgasm rips through in a blinding wave, walls clamping so hard he grunts, cunt creaming around him in thick, milky spurts. He fucks you through it without mercy.
“Mmmngh-! HNNGH- !”
“Good girl.” Mocking. Empty. He pulls you by the chain into a kiss, nipples stretching, “Again.”
The view count ticks past fifty thousand.
Sukuna doesn't glance at it.
His hips slow. Still buried, cock throbbing against your battered cervix, but the brutal rhythm eases into something deeper. Rolling.
“Fuck-“ His composure cracks, “that's my girl.”
His hand leaves the chain, cups your jaw. Gentle. Tenderly. Thumb swiping through the spit at the corner of the gag.
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