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nerdjo’s high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !

I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !

time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)

gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.

not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is trying—trying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and he’ll be damned if he didn’t reply to your every word.

“it was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,” you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. “i told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didn’t?”

“i’m very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.”

“thank you. it was very hard.”

you sigh against his shoulder. “he’s probably still mad i cussed him out,” you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. “all because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.”

satoru’s eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. “he’s so petty, toru.”

“very petty, baby.”

serikai

satoru can be such a fucking freak in bed

especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.

every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.

his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.

the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.

and he just can’t help himself.

the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.

he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.

he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.

“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.

“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.

his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.

the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.

you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.

satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.

“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”

he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.

the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.

satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.

he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.

the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.

you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.

satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.

chososprettygirl

⡴ utterly whipped gojo with a girl who’s just using him for dick slowly warming up to him ⡴ 0.5k words

“you’re really gonna make me leave baby?” he’s frowning. frowning like a child while he stands by your apartment door as you’re actively trying to shove him out. “i brought flowers.” he looks over to them on your table, sitting in a vase he brought with a sappy note attached to it. he looks back at you with puppy eyes to try and convince you further.

“yes, i am.” you just keep on pushing him trying to hurry him out your door but making next to no progress. you know you’ll win eventually though. you guess in about 5 minutes you’ll compromise and say he can actually kiss you next time if he leaves. “i’m not looking for a relationship right now, gojo. i don’t need you all fawny over me. now leave.”

his lips quiver like they’re about to cry. his hands even grip harder on the change of clothes he brought incase you’d let him sleepover this time and the fabric scrunches beneath his touch.

“so you’re just using me for my body?” he knows damn well you are. for gods sakes you met him at a bar and had told him you just wanted rebound dick from your last breakup. his other hand pushes on the door frame, steadying him and rendering him completely still. you stop pushing at this point. he’ll leave eventually.

“you’re a great person ,” you feel like you’ve said this before, and by his hurt face it looks like he has too, unfortunately now seeing it from the other side. “but i can’t deal with all this mopey shit. i have work, bills—”

“i can pay them!” he suggests, perking up like that’s the only word he heard. “or you could move in with me!” he’s back to that prince charming smile you can just tell he abused back in college.

“that’s not it, gojo—”

“i love you,” he grabs your wrists, dropping his clothes he was holding, that were by your side and brings them up to his face, forcing you to cup his jaw. you stare up at him. “i can wait, sweetheart! i can—i really can!” he’s like a child trying to convince their mother they won’t act too crazy on sugar.

he stays going off on a tangent now, gripping your wrists even tighter unconsciously.

“i-i can buy you anything. my friends would love you—especially utahime, you hate me like her i guess. i already give you good dick, i mean you were just moaning not to long ago—” you start to drown him out.

“—just one date. if you really do hate me you can slap me after it, just let me try. please? don’t be so cold hearted, baby.”

“gojo,” he looks disappointed already, like he’s anticipating a terrible answer. “come here.” you gesture with your hands for him to lean closer. you plop a delicate, just barely there, chaste kiss on his cheek. “go home.” you deadpan.

and best believe he’s showing up at your door the next evening awaiting another one.

chososprettygirl

⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count

he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.

“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.

“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.

“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.

“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.

“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.

you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.

“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.

he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.

he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.

“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”

“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.

unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.

“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.

unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.

he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.

he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.

sshrubit

𓆩❤︎𓆪 MDNI. 18+ nerd!gojo doesn’t listen to lofi anymore, no, he listens to far better background noise now. // my contribution this month <33

satoru was in deep in his coding session, an app he needs to finish in like a few hours now or else his grade will most likely go down. it’s supposed to be a group project and if that’s how this goes, this project would have been over since last monday but he ended up being a single father of 4 who works like a dog day and night.

he can’t even see you. well, he refused because he knows the moment you silently exist in just one room with him, he would have forgotten his backlogs and poured every ounce of stress on you like a maniac.

satoru got multiple tabs opened, a bunch of stackoverflow and w3schools, one of his music playlists that he completely abandoned, and one streaming lofi that is obviously not helping him focus. he runs his hand on his hair, messing it up as his glasses slip down.

he stared at his phone for a moment, thinking about messaging you and just agreeing to that message of yours saying you can come over and you promised that you will behave and let him work.

satoru shakes his limbs around, pushing the thoughts away as he went back to his laptop. he stared at the block of codes for a whole minute, he knows what to do next—he just doesn’t have any motivation to do so. his right hand land on his mouse and as he looked for the cursor, it landed on his folder. for a moment, he thought about it.

maybe he should pull out the folder..?

satoru fixed his posture, navigating through his folders. his mouse clicks are the only noise as he moves around closing the lofi tab. he read through the titles which is just named as dates and place like 050626_HerDorm.mp4, he double clicked on it, opening the file.

the audio greets him with a mattress creaking, satoru gently cracked his neck as he minimizes the audio’s windows. his fingers settle on his keyboard, finally typing in something to the blinking i-beam in the empty line of code.

“fuckfuck—’toru—!” you moaned through his earbuds. the sound of wet schlick echoes and his breathing from the audio. “you’re taking it so well—fuck, did you just clench?”

satoru’s typing falters as he almost cringes from his voice, he wants to tell himself to shut up and that he needs to hear his girlfriend rather than him.

“ahh, feels so good, ‘toru—your cock feels so good, so big, hah!” satoru is unfazed while he listens to your moanings and dirty talk rather than it being distractive, it seems to fuel his motivation as he reached the flow state of coding. he probably have started a feature just from the 2 minutes and 10 seconds of your moans and wet cunt being fucked by his cock.

it’s a secret of satoru that whenever he really needs to focus, he listens to the audio that he recorded while having your legs spread under him. at first when you found out about his recordings, satoru profusely apologized on his knees while he hugs your calves. you laughed at him in an endearing way saying you’re not mad, you’re just confused on why is it audios rather than videos. satoru lied talking about some privacy and whatever cybersecurity bullshit he can utter.

reality is just this, he likes listening more. he likes doing the mental imagery on his own. audios are less of a distraction for him as he has no visuals to peek on when he gets tempted and despite the audios mostly giving him a really hard boner like right now, cock occasionally twitching when he hears you whine about feeling so full—he seems to be unfazed, think about it as an asmr.

satoru is in deep on his work, fingers moving faster, code of line after code of line. he doesn’t even need the stackoverflow tab, everything is coming from his brain like it’s common sense and muscle memory.

satoru is reaching the end of the audio, he can tell it by your voice and how you just keep on letting out a series of ahh, mmh, ngh only as if you forgot to talk.

“gonna come inside you, you want that, right? fuck, you’re squeezing—me so tight—hah!” satoru can hear the rustle of the bedsheets and your cries getting louder, “inside, please—want it all, ahh, pleasepleaseplease—ah! ‘toruu”

the keyboard clacks and clacks and the sound of the moving mouse is the only noise now, satoru didnt even notice that the audio has ended finally. he leaned back a little to decompress his back and navigate back to the folders—050126_HerDorm, 042826_Shower, 042726_ComputerScienceBuilding, 042726_HisDorm, 042326_Dorm…

satoru double clicked on another one and minimizes it again, ignoring his throbbing cock as he knows one text away after he finishes his backlogs and he can definitely pour it inside your eager, tight cunt.

slvttyplums

nerd!gojo with a corruption kink ՞. .՞

satoru is obsessed with the idea and making you do things you wouldn’t do.

he likes the fact that you’re sweet and quiet and only save your giggles for him, but he also likes when you’re gagging on his dick with tears filled to the brim dripping out of your eyes with your hand in between your thighs.

his eyes glued to yours with mischief, his stomach swirling with butterflies because of how easy it is to get you to do things with him and him alone.

you and satoru are one and the same, both perverted freaks; the only difference is that you never explored it.

way too sweet and fragile before, not even realizing when satoru asked you to come study at his place it meant him being balls deep inside of your mouth giving you instructions.

you didn't even touch yourself alone; that’s when satoru knew he had a gem, his own personal doll to corrupt and bark orders to, knowing you would do them.

the first thing he did was have you sit in his lap while he showed you porn of women that looked exactly like you, talking you through the video while his hand slowly slid in between your thighs, rubbing you through the thin fabric you had on for panties.

“already that wet just from videos? "fuck, you’re cute.”

this was his own wet dream come to life, having you unexperienced, wet, and horny in his lap waiting for what came next.

the first thing he ever made you do was try to touch yourself while he watched, knowing you had no prior knowledge on how to do it, his eyes glued to your hand and how it trembled while your index and middle fingers made contact with your slick that coated your slit.

“there you go, you’re a pro already.”

a sly smirk on his face while he watched, saliva coating in his mouth and his palms getting sweaty watching.

as much as he wanted to swoop in and put his hand over yours guiding, watching felt better, naughtier, like a guilty pleasure. he wanted to see you ache and get frustrated with yourself because you couldn’t properly get yourself off.

the more this went on, the more stuff he started bringing to you.

“it’ll feel good, i promise. if it doesn't, you can slap me.”

before sliding in between your thighs and licking down your slit, gathering all your sweetness that coated his tongue and fingers that slipped into you.

gasping as time went on, his tongue flicking repeatedly on your clit and his fingers curved inside.

every time he put his hands on you, a wave of shame hit you, but still, you stayed, doing every naughty thing he wanted.

chosayi

𝄞𝄢 husband!toru and his lactation kink.

note. dk how to feel abt this lol…. art by naomiiocha

after having your baby, your body changed drastically. especially in your breasts. they were all swell and full of milk now. causing stained clothes and discomfort.

satoru became more attentive then he’s ever been. always making sure that you and the baby are okay. but one day, when you and satoru were together, milk started to leak through the front of your dress…

and that awakened something deep inside of him.

he didn’t know what came over him. whenever he’d catch you breastfeeding your son, this weird feeling of jealousy would twist in his stomach. it didn’t help how the little guy looked just like him either!

one day, when you were out and asked him to feed the baby, he opened the fridge and stared at it like he struck gold. all of the baby bottles filled with the milk that you pumped out, practically winking at him to have a taste… just one little sip.

so he did. after feeding and burping him, he reached for another bottle absentmindedly. the moment he took a sip of the liquid, his eyes widened.

the flavor was immaculate, he never tasted anything like this before. it was so creamy and sweet—but not sickly sweet. it was pretty mild. honestly, it might’ve been one of the best things he’d ever had.

it might even be better than the kikufuku mochi he was always obsessed with.

before he knew it, the bottle was empty. he dragged his tongue over his lips, catching the last bit with no shame whatsoever. not only did it taste good, but it came from from your body? his wife’s bodily fluids?! it aroused him so much…

after that, bottles started disappearing. you noticed it pretty quickly. each time you checked the fridge, there was less and less. the baby was pissed too! making everything more weird. eventually, you asked satoru if he had any idea what’s been happening to them, and all he did was shrug. “i don’t know, baby. maybe we’re overfeeding him?”

one night, after the baby had finally fallen asleep, you stayed up. complaining about how your breasts were too full and achy. they needed to be drained.

to satoru, this was the perfect opportunity. he offered to help you drain some of it out. and of course, as his wife, you were more than welcome to have your husband take care of you.

but what you didn’t know was that you were making his peculiar fantasies finally come to life…

“mm—toru..! don’t suck too hard. that hurts..” you muttered. currently, your beloved husband was too busy. his soft lips cupped around one of your nipples while his hands fondled both your breasts.

“sorry, baby. can’t help it,” he said, voice muffled. “tastes sooo good. like honey nut cheerios… and almond,” he was in absolute bliss and his dick wasn’t even inside you. tasting it from the bottle was one thing, but sucking it straight out of your fat tits? now that was a whole new experience.

his white lashes fluttered, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. the stimulation made more milk to spew out into his mouth. he moaned lowly when the liquid hit his tongue.

you mewled softly as he continued to massage your sore breasts, milk seeping between his fingers. your hand rested on your his head, scratching his scalp gently. he kept squeezing you, forcing more and more milk to spray out. he lapped it all up like a little kitten, some of it even dripping down his chin.

“fuck, toru. you’re so disgustinggg…” you moaned, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

he laughed breathlessly. “only for you,” he cooed. he began to tease your nipples by pinching them and giving them light flicks with his tongue. he rubbed the leaked milk around your areola with his fingers before licking it off with a long stripe. the relief was euphoric. you bit your lip, and your pussy that was already soaked gushed more slick.

he put both nipples in his drooling mouth and squeezed your breasts roughly together, encouraging more of the rich sweetness out of you for him to greedily drink down. “mmph.. so fucking sweet… my sweet girl,” he groaned.

“o-ohhh..! s-satoruuu,” you whined underneath him. shuddering as you felt his dick rub up and down your clothed folds. basically dry humping you.

“shhh… m’ right here. just let daddy take care of you, kay? m’ almost done,” he murmured against your skin. a whimper fell out of your trembling lips. he continued his ministrations until he worked all the firmness from your tits, leaving them soft and doughy as they should be.

when he was done, he let go of your nipples with a small pop! “feels better, hm?” he asked, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking the sticky liquid off.

“mhmm, yes… t-thank you,” you said shyly, still trembling. slick puddling in your panties from how good he treated you. he let out a low chuckle and leaned in, giving you a soft kiss. you could taste the nectarous liquid on his tongue when he slipped it past your lips.

“we should start doing this more often… oh, honey,” he started, looking at the ginormous damp spot between your thighs. there’s no way that he’s going to sleep without fucking you now. “guess i have something else to help you with.”

@chosayi 2026 ( ummm… would you say that you are… kinky?? )

satoruined

What do you think of Gojo as a cursed spirit?

Him being so so handsy with Reader,,

makes me so fucking sad for some reason.

imagine a mass of pale, muscular nebula. a drift of ivory that follows in your wake like a lost seraph. vengeful spirit!satoru is draped over you as a heavy mantle of cursed energy—pale, elongated arms looping around your shoulders to rest his chin atop your head. to be in his presence is to feel the very atoms of the air begin to thrum with low, pressurised frequency. grotesque yet ethereal, adorned with six massive, crystalline eyes that orbit his form like dying stars; they blink in a staggered sequence, casting a cyan halo that illuminates your path. he remains forever a playful (and deadly) creature, ruffling your hair just to bait a complaint, only to follow it with a phantom kiss to your nape as an apology—just as he once did.

though he craves closeness, satoru avoids the most intimate features of your body, tactfully refusing to cross the line into the carnal on his own. his palms, roughly the size of your head, often splay in a hovering, protective stance around you, or use a single finger to ghost a stroke across your cheek. his form has warped into a beautiful monstrosity, yet his love remains pure (if not a bit obsessive); a rational, human fragment of him knows he should let you go, but the anchor of your love & grief keeps him tied to you. on those lonely nights when the ache becomes unbearable, you are the one to guide him, pulling his hands to finally, truly touch you. he humours you then, cupping you through the fabric of your clothes and offering gently kneading, maddeningly teasing strokes that leave you panting in the dark. and when the desperation peaks and you find yourself begging for him to be inside—he simply condenses into his humanoid form, happily slipping under the sheets next to you.

after all, in his own words: love is the most twisted curse of all.

r0ttn

satoru gojo eats you out until he falls asleep / 0.3k

cw: 18+ mdni gojo is pussy-drunk, oral (f!reader receiving), no use of y/n, fluff

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he’s nestled between your legs, his head slightly resting on your thigh, tongue swirling over your swollen clit. he’s been at this for god knows how long already—licking and suckling on your clit like it was his lifeline.

you were exhausted from the many orgasms he managed to pull from you.

“just one more, baby,” he pleaded, voice low and a little wrecked, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs. “can you do that for me?"

you nodded, and his lips closed around your clit. you moaned breathlessly, back arching slightly off his bed. you dared a glance down at him and your cunt clenched around nothing.

the sight of him alone almost sent you barreling over the edge. his cheeks were glistening with your slick, white hair completely tousled and messy from how hard you’d been pulling on it, those brilliant blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded, lashes fluttering like he was fighting sleep just to keep tasting you.

“satoru,” you whine, reaching down to grab his hand. he takes hold of it immediately, giving you a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

his eyes slip shut as he loses himself in the taste of you. lips still working against your clit, slow and indulgent.

slower. slower. slower.

he’s barely tracing the tip of his tongue through your folds now, movements lazy and dreamy, those long white lashes resting against his flushed cheeks. his breathing has gone deep and even, warm puffs of air against your over-sensitive skin.

you were having an even harder time keeping your own eyes open, but you couldn’t fight it off any longer. you fell asleep with satoru sound asleep against the plush of your thighs, his tongue still pressed soft and warm to your clit, his hand still entwined with yours.

chososprettygirl

⡴ utterly whipped gojo with a girl who’s just using him for dick slowly warming up to him ⡴ 0.5k words

his lips quiver like they’re about to cry. his hands even grip harder on the change of clothes he brought incase you’d let him sleepover this time and the fabric scrunches beneath his touch.

“that’s not it, gojo—”

he stays going off on a tangent now, gripping your wrists even tighter unconsciously.

“—just one date. if you really do hate me you can slap me after it, just let me try. please? don’t be so cold hearted, baby.”

and best believe he’s showing up at your door the next evening awaiting another one.

depresed-duck

gaang sketches

satorus-princess

“uh… why is sensei doing push-ups?” yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.

satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.

his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.

“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”

he really is right where he wants to be.

megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.

“how many does he have to do?”

“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”

his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”

you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”

if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.

god, was he down bad.

“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.

silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane

lilikoiyu

gojo is addicted to filming you while fucking !

gojo satoru is addicted to filming you.

it started innocently enough—or as innocent as anything ever is with him. one lazy sunday morning when you were still half-asleep and riding him slow, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand with that mischievous grin and whispered, “just one video, baby. for my eyes only. i wanna watch how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”

you said yes.

now it’s become a ritual.

every time he fucks you, the phone comes out. sometimes he sets it up on the tripod in the corner of the bedroom so it captures everything in wide angle. sometimes he holds it himself, filming close-ups of his thick cock stretching your pussy open, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, the messy slick coating his shaft when he pulls out just to push back in deeper.

he loves the sounds most of all.

“listen to that,” he’ll groan, angling the camera down between your bodies so the microphone catches the wet, filthy squelch every time he bottoms out. “hear how sloppy your pussy gets for me? fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my balls.”

he always makes sure to get your face too—the way your eyes roll back, the way your mouth falls open when he hits that spot inside you, the broken moans and whimpers of his name that spill out when you’re close.

“say it louder,” he’ll demand, voice rough as he fucks you harder, free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider for the camera. “tell the camera who’s making you feel this good. who owns this tight little cunt.”

you always give in. “you do, satoru—fuck—only you—”

he saves every single video.

they’re stored in a heavily encrypted folder on his phone titled “private collection🤍” with a little heart emoji he thinks is subtle. there are dozens now. some are short clips of you sucking him off in the back of the car after a mission. some are long, hour-long tapes where he edges you for ages before finally letting you come. there’s even one from the time he fucked you against the floor-to-ceiling window in his penthouse while the city lights glittered behind you.

he watches them when you’re away.

when you’re on a solo mission, or visiting family, or just busy with work that keeps you late. he’ll lock himself in his bedroom, pull up the folder, and pick one at random. sometimes it’s the one where you’re riding him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing as you take every inch. sometimes it’s the one where he has you folded in half, legs over his shoulders, pounding you so deep the camera catches the bulge in your lower belly.

he strokes himself slow at first, matching the rhythm on the screen, groaning your name under his breath. “fuck, look at you… taking me so well even when i’m not there.”

his hand speeds up as the video gets filthier. he loves the parts where you beg—when you’re crying and whimpering “please, satoru, fill me up, i need your cum.” he always comes hard to those, thick ropes spilling over his fist while he watches himself breed you on the screen.

after he finishes, he doesn’t delete anything. he just saves the new load of cum on his fingers and sends you a quick text:

“miss you. watched our video from last thursday. you looked so pretty crying on my cock. can’t wait to make a new one when you get home.”

you always reply with something flustered and needy, and he grins like an idiot, already planning the next tape.

sometimes he gets bold.

he’ll send you short clips while you’re at work—a ten-second snippet of him thrusting into you from behind, his hand fisting your hair, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and clear. the message always comes with the same caption:

“thinking about you. hurry home so we can film the sequel.”

he never pressures you to let him post them or share them. these videos are strictly for him—his private collection, his dirty little secret. he watches them when he’s stressed after a long day, when he’s horny and you’re not around, when he just wants to relive how perfect you feel wrapped around him.

and every time he films a new one, he makes sure to whisper against your lips right before he starts recording:

“smile for the camera, baby. gonna watch this one later when i’m all alone and missing this tight pussy.”

then he fucks you like he’s trying to make sure the next video is even better than the last.

because gojo satoru doesn’t just love fucking you.

he loves keeping every single moment of it forever.

so he can watch you fall apart for him again and again.

even when you’re not there.

lilikoiyu

gojo is addicted to filming you while fucking !

gojo satoru is addicted to filming you.

you said yes.

now it’s become a ritual.

he loves the sounds most of all.

you always give in. “you do, satoru—fuck—only you—”

he saves every single video.

he watches them when you’re away.

he strokes himself slow at first, matching the rhythm on the screen, groaning your name under his breath. “fuck, look at you… taking me so well even when i’m not there.”

after he finishes, he doesn’t delete anything. he just saves the new load of cum on his fingers and sends you a quick text:

“miss you. watched our video from last thursday. you looked so pretty crying on my cock. can’t wait to make a new one when you get home.”

you always reply with something flustered and needy, and he grins like an idiot, already planning the next tape.

sometimes he gets bold.

“thinking about you. hurry home so we can film the sequel.”

and every time he films a new one, he makes sure to whisper against your lips right before he starts recording:

“smile for the camera, baby. gonna watch this one later when i’m all alone and missing this tight pussy.”

then he fucks you like he’s trying to make sure the next video is even better than the last.

because gojo satoru doesn’t just love fucking you.

he loves keeping every single moment of it forever.

so he can watch you fall apart for him again and again.

even when you’re not there.

kmrbii

‧ ₊❝ satoru just needs one final push (nsfw) he physically can’t cum until he hears your voice

satoru's been at this for at least half an hour by now.

hand gliding up and down his cock, thumb pressing hard against the bulging vein. he imagines it’s your soft, pliant hands instead of his own that are coaxing him towards an orgasm. his mind is hazy, the vision of you blurry as his hips buck lazily into his grasp. the movement of his wrists speed up when he feels himself teetering on the edge, only for him to be pulled back onto solid ground immediately.

he's been at this for at least half an hour and yet, he still can't reach the sweet, sweet relief he was aching for. you're to blame, he thinks. the tight squeeze of your pussy around his cock, enveloping him in a special kind of warmth, has ruined everything else for him. especially the now-slick palms of his own.

even the polaroid he keeps in his wallet isn't enough. not even his favourite — the one where you're on your knees in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock. your eyes are locked onto the camera in his hands, and the faux eye contact makes him stifle a groan. but he still needs more.

he dials your number.

you pick up at the second ring.

"hey, babe, what's up?" your voice is amplified by satoru's phone, pressed up against his ear. he feels his balls tighten.

“please…,” he whimpers through gritted teeth. it’s followed by shallow breaths. then the wet shlicks of his precum being smeared all over his length. it glistens with obscenity, and the shame of getting off to the mere sound of his name uttered in your voice.

“satoru? are you okay? you sound…out of breath.”

though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.

“haah, yes, i-i’m, fffuck, i’m fine—please, say my name again,” his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.

“what—satoru, what’s going on?” your lack of awareness of his dirty actions made him grow heavier in his palms. the strands of his hair were slick with sweat, sticking onto his forehead, head tilted back against the headrest.

“shit, again,” he gasps out, deft fingers tugging at his cock. how you haven't caught on, he's not sure. or maybe you have, and you're just playing dumb. whatever it is, every word makes his breath quicken, his face feel hotter, and his legs tremble more.

“is this a prank?”

“no! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if it’s a—hngh—a life or death situation.” it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.

“umm, okay…? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and y’know what she said to me? she said she didn’t see me! i mean, hellooo?? she could’ve just—”

“fuck!” a loud groan interrupts your little rant.

spurts of cum spill onto satoru’s hand and lap, all of which, of course, you do not see. his chest heaves with relief, head tipped against the headboard. he lays still for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths leaving his lips. the other end of the line is silent too.

for a moment, he thinks you hung up. left him to ride out the aftershocks of his long-awaited orgasm, fingers still twitching against his cock from the muscle memory.

“were you jerking off the whole time?!”

duxtch

warning ladies !! do not spit in gojo’s mouth unless you’re ready for him to nut instantly!

“c’mon baby,” he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. “i’ve been good. spit in my mouth, please?”

you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.

“you’re so fucking weird, toru.”

“you are weird,” he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. “now c’mon.... i’m dying here. my dick’s so hard it’s bout to file a complaint.”

you roll your eyes but lean in anyway, gripping his jaw with one hand, thumb pressing into the soft skin just under his bottom lip. he opens wider, eyes half-lidded, that signature gojo smirk twitching at the corners because he knows exactly how nasty this is.

you gather it slow on purpose, letting him watch, then spit directly onto his waiting tongue. thick, warm, right in the center.

the sound he makes is downright criminal. a broken little moan-groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours.

“fuck— again,” he gasps, “do it again. spit like you mean it.”

you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesn’t even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.

“you’re actually getting off on this, huh?” you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. “big bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?”

“shut up and degrade me properly,” he whines, but he’s grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. “call me a nasty little slut or sum. i’m literally leaking for you right now.”

you laugh again, i mean you can’t help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. he’s flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.

“open wider, pretty boy.”

he obeys instantly, loving every second of being absolutely humiliated by you.

you spit again, then lean down and lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while you sink down onto his cock.

satoru’s whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.

“more!! fuck— spit on me while you ride me. please baby i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you a country. i’ll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouth—”

“shush it toru ~~~”

more subby!gojo?

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᭡୧ OFF LIMITS: Brother’s Best friend!Satoru Gojo

᭡୧ synopsis: in which your brother’s best friend, satoru gojo has spent years keeping his distance, treating you like the little sister he’s supposed to protect. but when your brother leaves town and asks him to “keep an eye on you,” the careful line he’s been walking finally starts to crack. what was meant to be an innocent visit to check on you quickly turns into something forbidden and filthy, something neither of you can walk away from anymore.

᭡୧ pairings: brother’s best friend!satoru x fem!reader

᭡୧ c. warnings: heavy yearning, heavy sexu-al tension (like super heavy!), emotional restraints, dry hum-ping, protected se-x, ti-ts play, sp-it play (?), mutual pining, did i say heavy se-xual tension? slight size kink, overstim, thigh rid-ing, we have an aftercare this time yayyyy! — word count: 7.2k+

you’ve known satoru gojo since you were six years old and he was twelve, the loud, white-haired boy your older brother dragged home after school like a stray cat he refused to leave behind.

back then satoru was all gangly limbs and bright blue eyes, always stealing your snacks and letting you ride on his shoulders when your brother got tired of carrying you. the three of you became a little unit almost instantly. movie nights on the living room floor, summer afternoons at the park, late-night video games where satoru would let you win just to watch you cheer.

your brother was officially his best friend, but somewhere along the line the lines blurred.

you were never sure if satoru was your brother’s best friend or yours. he was just… satoru. the constant reminder in your life who knew how you liked your ice cream and remembered your favorite color even when you changed it every month.

years passed and the dynamic shifted without anyone noticing at first. you grew up, and growing up consisted of puberty.

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