୨୧ — Gojo's hands shake like he's eighteen again, gripping your hips with white knuckled desperation, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" his vocabulary reduced to caveman like grunts when you're under him like this, years of experience apparently meaning jack shit when your legs wrap around his waist.
He's all stuttering rhythm and graceless hunger, like he forgot how bodies work. One second he's jackhammering into you with supernatural speed, the next he's frozen completely, forehead pressed to your collarbone, panting like he just ran a marathon because your warmth threatens to undo him entirely... "Jesus, you’re…" He breaks off with a choked laugh, hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, been too long since I- shit, do that thing again. With your tongue again, please. Right there."
His demand is adorably needy, punctuated by a sharp, sloppy thrust as you scrape your teeth against the tendon of his neck, just how he likes it~.
Everything about his technique is pure chaos. No finesse, just raw need and that stupid boyish grin even when he's buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick.
When you arch beneath him, a low moan tearing from your throat, your cunt clamps down hard around his cock. It’s a vice grip, a sudden, violent spasms that rippled through your entire body… Satoru’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. And for a moment, he forgets his name, yours, and any word that isn’t an expletive as you completely come undone.
It’s not just a flutter, not just a wetness, but a gush. Hot, sudden. A flood of your release soaking his entire cock, his balls, the thick thatch of white hair at his base. It rushes out of you in thick, uncontrollable waves, splattering onto his sheets beneath your ass with an audible wet splssh. The sound is obscene. Juices slicking his length, dripping down him, making his thrusts messy- obscenely wet.
"Did you just-? His voice is thick with pure awe, breathless. The stupid grin returns as he drives into that soaked cunt of yours, feeling the slick mess coating him. "Whoa! Youre like a little Squirtle." The ridiculous Pokémon joke tumbles out mid thrust… He’s so fucking pleased with himself, he almost fumbles his rhythm entirely,"Get it? 'Cause you just squir—"
"Satoru, I swear to God-" you gasp, but the protest is cut off as he angles his hips sharply, burying himself impossibly deeper.
"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more-"
The new angle hits that spongy spot inside you dead on, hard. A choked cry rips from you, followed instantly by another gush, soaking him further, the sheets beneath you now a dark, soaked circle.
But there’s something beautiful about how he fucks when he's like this- like he's afraid you'll disappear- like if he doesn't fill you up immediately you'll change your mind. Like he wants to leave a piece of himself with you, so you won't forget him.
warning(s) - profanity, lactation kink, nipple/breast play, pussy eating, masturbation, dacryphilia, threesome, butch!gojo (she/her pronouns), overstimulation, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl), praise kink, dirty talk(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.
this is a scrapped fic.
Shoko licks her bottom lip, your milk dripping down to her chin while Gojo holds your left breast. Her tongue twirling around your nipple, teeth careful as Gojo sucks, the moans that escape her lips make you whine.
You glance up at Shoko, shivering from her eyes and the cold that hits your bare skin.
Your pussy soaks your panties, once she leans back down, her lips wrap around your right nipple.
The sight of Gojo and Shoko sucking your nipples while tasting your milk, makes you shiver and squirm under them.
Each drip that squirts into their mouth only beckons them to grind their naked bodies on yours. It’s not enough but it does ease the ache in their pussy a little.
You pout as your head turns to look at Gojo, she looks up at you, her hair messy, lips glistening just as much as her eyes.
Coming up to your face, her right hand grabs your chin and brushes her lips against yours. “Look at you, so beautiful for us.” She whispers and you moan in the kiss, it’s so suffocating, the taste of you on your tongue. As her lips brushed up and down against yours, her tongue went around yours, and your saliva spilled into her mouth.
“‘Toru— please.” You cry and she nods, cooing at you as her fingers drag down to your collarbone.
Shoko moves her lips to your ribcage, planting wet kisses on your skin as her hand squeezes your breast, feeling the way you squirt more milk out, covering your skin as some rolls off your body and onto the bedsheet.
You can’t help but grind your body up and down, needing some relief on your pussy. Shoko can tell and smile against your body.
“This pretty pussy needs some affection, hm?” She mocks and you whine again, Gojo moves her lips to your neck, teeth and warm tongue licking and biting you. “Fuck, yeah, right there.” You moan as Gojo bites down a little harder on your shoulder, not enough to actually harm you.
Shoko changes positions, now on the edge of the bed, she lies on her stomach between your legs as she keeps them open.
Gojo brings her mouth back to your breast, gulping up the milk as her warm left hand massages your breast.
You grind your hips up, and Shoko’s hand moves over to your waist, keeping you on the bed.
“Mm-ngh— baby, your milk tastes so good. Could have this every day.” Gojo whines and pants out as her left hand moves down your stomach, both her and Shoko’s veins popping out.
Shoko moves her body up closer to you, her eyes stare at your face as she leans her head down, tongue gliding over your clothed clit.
Keeping your hips up, you watch as Shoko pulls your panties down to your ankles, your pussy pulsing for attention. Your slick is attached to her thumb as she drags it up your folds, teasing you.
You whimper and sigh, looking back at Gojo, her lips swollen from sucking for so long.
Gojo sits beside you now, back pressed against the headboard, her right hand resting on your shoulder as the pillow your head is lying on dips from her weight.
“Keep your eyes on Shoko, baby,” Gojo whispers and leans down, her lips ghost over your cheek as her left index finger rubs your left nipple in a circle, still feeling how tense you are.
You suck in a sigh and shiver once Shoko’s lips press on your folds, tongue slipping out, laying flat on your cunt.
You squirm a little only for Shoko to smack your thigh. “Relax, pretty girl, you’re okay, I got you.” She mumbles before curling her tongue up and licking at your arousal. Shoko’s tongue teases between your folds a little while her upper brushes over your clit repeatedly.
Gojo smirks and moves her left hand off you, resting it over her left breast, she begins squeezing it, feeling her nipple harden from her warm clammy hand.
“Please Shoko, I need you.” You moan, Shoko replies to your begging by shoving her tongue in your hole, easing the ache in your pussy a little.
his expression twisted into one of utter confusion, eyes locked on the screen in front of you.
usually, you both went for anything action related on movie nights. this time however, you talked him into watching something romantic.
he, sweetheart that he is, didn’t mind at all, trusting your taste in movies.
which led to him being all cosy and cuddled up with you under a blanket, innocently enjoying the cute and funny moments.
until… the couple eventually started making out hungrily after not having seen each other for weeks.
“they’re kissing.” you mumbled, lips stretching into a smile as you held back a chuckle at his lack of knowledge.
it wasn’t his fault, really. he only started living a normal human life as a half-curse a few months ago, discovering what lovers were and did just recently.
“but they’re not kissing like we do.” he furrowed his brows, tilting his head towards you.
“they’re french kissing.” you corrected.
“the french kiss like that?” his tone turned from puzzled to curious. after all, he wanted to know all about human life.
including different cultures’ kissing styles.
“no- well, yes, but not just the french.” you chuckled, finding moments such as these amusing, yet pretty endearing as well.
“that’s just the name, it’s basically kissing but with tongue.”
that made him hum in acknowledgment, turning his face back to the screen.
“it looks messy.” he didn’t seem to entirely get the appeal of it.
and then they began moaning.
his ears tinged a pink hue almost instantly, recognising those sounds from the more intimate acts humans did.
“are they… having sex?”
god, he was so adorable at times, most times really. actually, all the time.
it made you break out in soft laughter against his chest.
“nooo, they’re just kissing, silly. although they might have sex later.”
the louder growing noises didn’t help his blush at all. it made him feel weird, heat spreading through his body at the thought of you two doing that.
“why don’t we ever… kiss like that?” he asked hesitantly with his gaze still fixed on the movie, unable to meet the sight of your pretty face right now.
that made you cock an eyebrow, mischief on your mind and replying “do you want to?”
“i dunno…”
“oh you do.”
“i don’t even know how to do that.” his eyes finally fell onto yours, all timid and bashful.
“it’s okay, i’ll teach you, cho.” with that you sat up and climbed into his lap as you so often did.
arms slung around his neck and anticipation growing between you both as you stayed this way for a moment.
“so, um- what do i do?” his hands found purchase on your waist, resting there ever so carefully.
“just mimic what i do, yeah?”
he nodded subtly, eyes widening as you leaned down to close the distance between you, lips meeting his before he even got to say anything at all.
it started off like their usual kisses, a prolonged peck where lips just lingered on one another.
and just when he began to believe you might’ve pranked him, your lips shifted against his, moving softly and more insistent now.
he tensed beneath you, a little caught off guard but not pulling away.
it was more clumsy than not at first, how he tried to imitate the way your lips felt on his and it made him let out a quiet whine without even realising.
you smiled faintly into the kiss when you felt his grip on your waist tighten the slightest bit, tilting your head a little to deepen it and slowing down just enough for him to keep up.
and when your lips parted somewhat from his, he almost chased back for more, deciding against it though.
a quiet, shaky breath left him, face warm and crimson tinting it accordingly.
his expression twisted into one of utter confusion, eyes locked on the screen in front of you.
usually, you both went for anything action related on movie nights. this time however, you talked him into watching something romantic.
he, sweetheart that he is, didn’t mind at all, trusting your taste in movies.
which led to him being all cosy and cuddled up with you under a blanket, innocently enjoying the cute and funny moments.
until… the couple eventually started making out hungrily after not having seen each other for weeks.
“they’re kissing.” you mumbled, lips stretching into a smile as you held back a chuckle at his lack of knowledge.
it wasn’t his fault, really. he only started living a normal human life as a half-curse a few months ago, discovering what lovers were and did just recently.
“but they’re not kissing like we do.” he furrowed his brows, tilting his head towards you.
“they’re french kissing.” you corrected.
“the french kiss like that?” his tone turned from puzzled to curious. after all, he wanted to know all about human life.
including different cultures’ kissing styles.
“no- well, yes, but not just the french.” you chuckled, finding moments such as these amusing, yet pretty endearing as well.
“that’s just the name, it’s basically kissing but with tongue.”
that made him hum in acknowledgment, turning his face back to the screen.
“it looks messy.” he didn’t seem to entirely get the appeal of it.
and then they began moaning.
his ears tinged a pink hue almost instantly, recognising those sounds from the more intimate acts humans did.
“are they… having sex?”
god, he was so adorable at times, most times really. actually, all the time.
it made you break out in soft laughter against his chest.
“nooo, they’re just kissing, silly. although they might have sex later.”
the louder growing noises didn’t help his blush at all. it made him feel weird, heat spreading through his body at the thought of you two doing that.
“why don’t we ever… kiss like that?” he asked hesitantly with his gaze still fixed on the movie, unable to meet the sight of your pretty face right now.
that made you cock an eyebrow, mischief on your mind and replying “do you want to?”
“i dunno…”
“oh you do.”
“i don’t even know how to do that.” his eyes finally fell onto yours, all timid and bashful.
“it’s okay, i’ll teach you, cho.” with that you sat up and climbed into his lap as you so often did.
arms slung around his neck and anticipation growing between you both as you stayed this way for a moment.
“so, um- what do i do?” his hands found purchase on your waist, resting there ever so carefully.
“just mimic what i do, yeah?”
he nodded subtly, eyes widening as you leaned down to close the distance between you, lips meeting his before he even got to say anything at all.
it started off like their usual kisses, a prolonged peck where lips just lingered on one another.
and just when he began to believe you might’ve pranked him, your lips shifted against his, moving softly and more insistent now.
he tensed beneath you, a little caught off guard but not pulling away.
it was more clumsy than not at first, how he tried to imitate the way your lips felt on his and it made him let out a quiet whine without even realising.
you smiled faintly into the kiss when you felt his grip on your waist tighten the slightest bit, tilting your head a little to deepen it and slowing down just enough for him to keep up.
and when your lips parted somewhat from his, he almost chased back for more, deciding against it though.
a quiet, shaky breath left him, face warm and crimson tinting it accordingly.
his expression twisted into one of utter confusion, eyes locked on the screen in front of you.
usually, you both went for anything action related on movie nights. this time however, you talked him into watching something romantic.
he, sweetheart that he is, didn’t mind at all, trusting your taste in movies.
which led to him being all cosy and cuddled up with you under a blanket, innocently enjoying the cute and funny moments.
until… the couple eventually started making out hungrily after not having seen each other for weeks.
“they’re kissing.” you mumbled, lips stretching into a smile as you held back a chuckle at his lack of knowledge.
it wasn’t his fault, really. he only started living a normal human life as a half-curse a few months ago, discovering what lovers were and did just recently.
“but they’re not kissing like we do.” he furrowed his brows, tilting his head towards you.
“they’re french kissing.” you corrected.
“the french kiss like that?” his tone turned from puzzled to curious. after all, he wanted to know all about human life.
including different cultures’ kissing styles.
“no- well, yes, but not just the french.” you chuckled, finding moments such as these amusing, yet pretty endearing as well.
“that’s just the name, it’s basically kissing but with tongue.”
that made him hum in acknowledgment, turning his face back to the screen.
“it looks messy.” he didn’t seem to entirely get the appeal of it.
and then they began moaning.
his ears tinged a pink hue almost instantly, recognising those sounds from the more intimate acts humans did.
“are they… having sex?”
god, he was so adorable at times, most times really. actually, all the time.
it made you break out in soft laughter against his chest.
“nooo, they’re just kissing, silly. although they might have sex later.”
the louder growing noises didn’t help his blush at all. it made him feel weird, heat spreading through his body at the thought of you two doing that.
“why don’t we ever… kiss like that?” he asked hesitantly with his gaze still fixed on the movie, unable to meet the sight of your pretty face right now.
that made you cock an eyebrow, mischief on your mind and replying “do you want to?”
“i dunno…”
“oh you do.”
“i don’t even know how to do that.” his eyes finally fell onto yours, all timid and bashful.
“it’s okay, i’ll teach you, cho.” with that you sat up and climbed into his lap as you so often did.
arms slung around his neck and anticipation growing between you both as you stayed this way for a moment.
“so, um- what do i do?” his hands found purchase on your waist, resting there ever so carefully.
“just mimic what i do, yeah?”
he nodded subtly, eyes widening as you leaned down to close the distance between you, lips meeting his before he even got to say anything at all.
it started off like their usual kisses, a prolonged peck where lips just lingered on one another.
and just when he began to believe you might’ve pranked him, your lips shifted against his, moving softly and more insistent now.
he tensed beneath you, a little caught off guard but not pulling away.
it was more clumsy than not at first, how he tried to imitate the way your lips felt on his and it made him let out a quiet whine without even realising.
you smiled faintly into the kiss when you felt his grip on your waist tighten the slightest bit, tilting your head a little to deepen it and slowing down just enough for him to keep up.
and when your lips parted somewhat from his, he almost chased back for more, deciding against it though.
a quiet, shaky breath left him, face warm and crimson tinting it accordingly.
nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.
I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”
11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)
you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.
satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?
and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.
toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.
toruu : Pay attention, okay?
his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.
but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?
so you open your notebook & close it right back.
you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt
toruu : Send me the question.
and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:
toruu : Gorgeous girl.
toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.
you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.
toruu : Good. Now distribute.
toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.
toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.
your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.
satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.
II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !
time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )
“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”
“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”
you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.
“isn’t he tutoring right now?”
and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.
he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.
1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗
satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.
fuck.
“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”
it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.
“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”
and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—
princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day
princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍
gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.
toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.
toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.
toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?
back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.
“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)
“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”
“no.”
instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.
you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.
“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”
“he deserves it.”
satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.
III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.
time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building
there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.
gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.
nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”
“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”
gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,
“hi, toru!”
you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.
“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”
the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?
“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”
nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“
“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”
you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?
the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.
“toru, what does this button do?”
“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”
“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”
“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”
and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.
you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”
& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”
you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—
“alright, let’s go.”
nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”
satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”
the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.
nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.
I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”
11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)
you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.
satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?
and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.
toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.
toruu : Pay attention, okay?
his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.
but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?
so you open your notebook & close it right back.
you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt
toruu : Send me the question.
and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:
toruu : Gorgeous girl.
toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.
you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.
toruu : Good. Now distribute.
toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.
toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.
your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.
satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.
II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !
time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )
“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”
“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”
you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.
“isn’t he tutoring right now?”
and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.
he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.
1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗
satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.
fuck.
“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”
it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.
“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”
and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—
princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day
princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍
gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.
toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.
toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.
toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?
back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.
“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)
“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”
“no.”
instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.
you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.
“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”
“he deserves it.”
satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.
III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.
time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building
there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.
gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.
nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”
“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”
gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,
“hi, toru!”
you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.
“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”
the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?
“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”
nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“
“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”
you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?
the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.
“toru, what does this button do?”
“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”
“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”
“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”
and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.
you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”
& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”
you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—
“alright, let’s go.”
nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”
satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”
the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.
seated in sukuna’s chambers, clad in your robes, you were half asleep, slowly drifting to slumber, right before your husband walked into the rooms.
“rough day?”
he only offered a slow nod and a grunt, eyeing your sleeping form, while an irrational part of his brain just told him to crush you.
cuteness aggression—a term unfamiliar to the king of curses, seemed to take over his brain, something whispering in the back of his mind to crush you, to throw you around, squish your face until it popped.
before he could stop himself, he surged forward, caging you underneath him as he pinned you down—
“kuna, what’re you—”
sukuna then proceeded to plop right on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs, the entirety of his two metre form laying on top of you, his four arms curled around your waist while his entire weight rested upon you.
“sukuna, you’re heavy!!” you giggled underneath him, trying to smack his massive shoulders, trying to pry your clingy husband off of you.
“as a curse i’m not used to mortal pleasures, let me have this, my petal.”
he was uncharacteristically soft, his eyes taking you in, right before he nuzzled his face into your chest like an overgrown wildcat. his muscles caging you in, tightening around you until the two of you were practically fused together.
soft snores soon echoed in the chambers, the king of curses fast asleep in the embrace of his wife, holding her against him, his face in your chest—and at long last, mortal selfishness and worldly pleasures finally made sense to sukuna ryomen.
this is from my alt account !! @yoonsucks
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
seated in sukuna’s chambers, clad in your robes, you were half asleep, slowly drifting to slumber, right before your husband walked into the rooms.
“rough day?”
he only offered a slow nod and a grunt, eyeing your sleeping form, while an irrational part of his brain just told him to crush you.
cuteness aggression—a term unfamiliar to the king of curses, seemed to take over his brain, something whispering in the back of his mind to crush you, to throw you around, squish your face until it popped.
before he could stop himself, he surged forward, caging you underneath him as he pinned you down—
“kuna, what’re you—”
sukuna then proceeded to plop right on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs, the entirety of his two metre form laying on top of you, his four arms curled around your waist while his entire weight rested upon you.
“sukuna, you’re heavy!!” you giggled underneath him, trying to smack his massive shoulders, trying to pry your clingy husband off of you.
“as a curse i’m not used to mortal pleasures, let me have this, my petal.”
he was uncharacteristically soft, his eyes taking you in, right before he nuzzled his face into your chest like an overgrown wildcat. his muscles caging you in, tightening around you until the two of you were practically fused together.
soft snores soon echoed in the chambers, the king of curses fast asleep in the embrace of his wife, holding her against him, his face in your chest—and at long last, mortal selfishness and worldly pleasures finally made sense to sukuna ryomen.
this is from my alt account !! @yoonsucks
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
streamer!jo mid-sentence, leaning back in his chair, headset slightly crooked, the soft click of the door barely registers over the sound of his stream when you walk in. he stops, just for a second. his eyes flick over you. your tight, soft pajamas, the way they hug you just right, the faint scent that follows you in. his whole expression shifts into something quieter.
“hey,” you hum softly, walking over like it’s nothing.
the chat explodes and he doesn’t even glance at it.
voidking99: BROOOOO WHO IS THAT
satorusimp420: HE GOT A GIRL??????
angelmilk: she’s so pretty what 😭
gojosleft_toe3: WHY IS SHE IN HIS LAP LIKE THAT IM SICK
“oh my fuck,” he says instantly, voice lower now, already reaching for you.
you don’t question it—you never do. you just step between his legs and sit in his lap like it’s your spot, because it is. his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you close, one hand settling at your waist, the other resting along your thigh.
“you look so gooooood,” he murmurs, nuzzling lightly into your shoulder for a second before straightening again, like he just remembered he’s live.
his hand doesn’t move though. it drifts. slowly. absentmindedly. down your thigh, fingers brushing soft circles like he’s not even thinking about it. then back up, resting at your waist again.
the twitch chat is going insane.
you notice quickly
you’re already leaning forward slightly, eyes scanning the stream, curious. “what are they saying?”
“nothing important,” he mutters quickly, tightening his hold on you just a little.
too late.
you squint, reading out loud, confused, “I usually skip this part…?” your face still contempt, you tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. “what does that mean?” and then you shift. just a little. trying to get closer to the screen. but it makes you press back into him.
torus breath catches, just barely but enough.
you’re still focused on the chat, completely oblivious, squirming slightly again to get comfortable. “wait, there’s more—”
his arm tightens around your waist. not rough, just firm.
grounding.
his other hand stills on your thigh, fingers pressing in just a little like he’s trying to anchor himself. “hey,” he says suddenly, sharper now—directed at the screen.
the chat floods faster.
softgirlcult: she’s literally clueless this is insane
domainexpansionTHIS: “i usually skip this part” LMAOOOOOO
gojoswifeREAL: GIRL DONT READ THAT OUT LOUD
blueeyeaddickt: HE TENSED UP DID YALL SEE THAT
he exhales through his nose, jaw tightening slightly before he leans forward, voice dropping into something more commanding.
“alright, that’s enough,” he says, tone lazy. “don’t read that stuff,” he murmurs, voice softer now.
you blink, looking back at him. “I was just asking—”
“don’t worry about them,” he murmurs, softer now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense. his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against him, chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he leans back into his chair.
chat? forgotten.
game? paused.
and satoru? completely, helplessly distracted by you.
megumislostdad: stream is over guys pack it up
sukunaIRL: move chat i’m watching this
KING.naoyazenin: embarrassing. stand up bro
LimitlessGojo banned KING.naoyazenin
18+ Satoru sometimes forgets the difference between a fidget toy and your clit ✧.*
Satoru is the type of guy to absentmindedly play with your pussy whenever he’s bored.
You’re lying on the couch, spooning with him and watching a movie? Expect him to dip his fingers into your pants and rub your clit for the entirety of it. He doesn’t even do it out of lust or perversion, it’s almost like a habit to him now. The tips of his fingers brush over your nub, rubbing it ever so softly, occasionally pinching it slightly. It’s not like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s so casual with it, it almost seems like he isn’t even doing anything nasty at all.
And poor you, struggling to focus on the movie that did seem kind of promising, because he just had to start toying with you again, soaking your panties and shorts—and you’re sure the couch’s got a damp spot as well.
You’re writhing subtly, his fingers never really pressing down harshly, just tracing soft patterns on your clit like he’s stirring the spoon in his coffee. Neither of you say anything, nor do you try to stop him. It felt so good, you just wish he’d do it when you’re not trying to watch a movie.
He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that you came, simply continuing to circle your clit like some sort of fidget toy. Your legs start to tremble at around the halfway mark, even if he was only lightly touching your poor, puffy clit, it was still enough to be so incredibly overstimulating after your third orgasm.
When the credits roll you don’t even know what the plot of the movie you were watching was. “What a good ending. Did you like the movie, baby?”, he’ll ask, painfully unaware of the fact that no, you can’t like it—you couldn’t even pay attention to the movie. Only when he pulls his hand out of your shorts and notices it’s sticky with your arousal will he realize his question was kind of silly, and you’ll get an apologetic grin.
18+ Satoru sometimes forgets the difference between a fidget toy and your clit ✧.*
Satoru is the type of guy to absentmindedly play with your pussy whenever he’s bored.
You’re lying on the couch, spooning with him and watching a movie? Expect him to dip his fingers into your pants and rub your clit for the entirety of it. He doesn’t even do it out of lust or perversion, it’s almost like a habit to him now. The tips of his fingers brush over your nub, rubbing it ever so softly, occasionally pinching it slightly. It’s not like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s so casual with it, it almost seems like he isn’t even doing anything nasty at all.
And poor you, struggling to focus on the movie that did seem kind of promising, because he just had to start toying with you again, soaking your panties and shorts—and you’re sure the couch’s got a damp spot as well.
You’re writhing subtly, his fingers never really pressing down harshly, just tracing soft patterns on your clit like he’s stirring the spoon in his coffee. Neither of you say anything, nor do you try to stop him. It felt so good, you just wish he’d do it when you’re not trying to watch a movie.
He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that you came, simply continuing to circle your clit like some sort of fidget toy. Your legs start to tremble at around the halfway mark, even if he was only lightly touching your poor, puffy clit, it was still enough to be so incredibly overstimulating after your third orgasm.
When the credits roll you don’t even know what the plot of the movie you were watching was. “What a good ending. Did you like the movie, baby?”, he’ll ask, painfully unaware of the fact that no, you can’t like it—you couldn’t even pay attention to the movie. Only when he pulls his hand out of your shorts and notices it’s sticky with your arousal will he realize his question was kind of silly, and you’ll get an apologetic grin.
your nerdy fuckbuddy gojo has a tongue piercing?!?
“gojo—“ you said. “pause. stop.” you added, pulling his head up, away from your pussy. normally, you’d never stop him. ever. he pushed his slightly fogged up glasses up the bridge of his nose, and then spoke, his tone quiet and worried. “wh—what’s wrong? did— does it not feel good? a—am i going too fa—“ you shook your head quickly, and then sat up on your forearms.
“no, no, of course not— it’s .. i dunno. something feels.. weird. sort of.. cold.” you spoke, feeling sort of uncertain and deluded. you had never felt this feeling when he ate you out. you grabbed his chin lightly, and then thumbed at his lips. “do you have ice in your mouth or something?” you asked.
“uh—no..? but.. i.. can if you’d like that?” he said, looking up at you with a worried expression on his face. as he spoke, though, you noticed something shining in his mouth. “open your mouth.” you ordered. and he did so. quicker than you’d expected. he stuck his tongue out, and you gasped. “when did you get that?” you said, staring at the metal ball on his tongue.
“um.. a few days ago. i lost a bet with my brother.” he said, scratching his head and looking away, almost like he was embarrassed. “your brother.. the one in the fraternity?” you asked. “that’s the one.” he confirmed. wasn’t too far off from him. you’ve met him before— saturo. the sleazy, disgustingly sexy yet dangerous frat boy. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him.
“hm.” you said quietly. “do you like it?” he whispered, going back down so his nose was level with your cunt. “does it make you feel good?” he said, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh. he gave you a long, slow lick, from your hole to your clit, not breaking eye contact. “when i got it done,” he said quietly, giving your clit a sweet kiss, and snaking his arms around your thighs to hold you down, so you wouldn’t twitch so much. “i couldn’t stop thinking of you. i was so excited to use it on you..” he murmured against you.
he reached up his hand, dragging his middle finger and ring fingers from your clit, down to circle around your hole, and then finally, inserting them in. he leaned up to you, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, then another against your ear as he fingered you. “satoru—“ you moaned, watching as his fingers disappeared in and out of you. you bit your lip, and then he leaned down to capture your lips, wasting no time to use his tongue.
his tongue circled yours, and you moaned at the taste of yourself, and the feeling of his metal on your tongue. “i lost the bet on purpose.” he whispered against your lips. “i overheard you talking about guys with tongue piercings, and..” he said softly, giving your lips a chaste peck, his thumb moving up to work your clit as he fingered you. “i got jealous. jealous that you potentially didn’t have me in mind.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “i wanted nothing more than for you to experience this. nothing more than for you to use me for as long as you want to.” he said, his tone almost whiny as he pleaded.
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