Nerdjo who wants to recreate hisâŚdirty manga with you. And heâs inexperienced, okay?! Give him a break, so what if he wants to recreate some sort of twisty position or heats or that ahegao faceâŚNerdjo who gets interested in one concept in particularâsquirting. And he tells you with a blushing face nâ wobbly smile that he wants to try this one out next. Nerdjo who doesnât realize that heâs going to be the one squirting after you ruthIessly ride him for a few rounds nonstop.Â
suguru geto loves making you scrambled eggs, suguru geto also loves scrambling your eggs. mdni.
suguruâs hands are warm when they slide under your shirt in the morning light, his breath brushing the back of your neck as he presses close behind you.
he murmurs something about breakfast but his fingers are already dipping lower, tracing the waistband of your panties like heâs got all the time in the world.
he loves making you scrambled eggs. cracks them neat and careful, whisks them slow until theyâre silky, seasons them just right.
but what he loves more is scrambling your eggs, the way he bends you over the counter with that low chuckle vibrating against your skin. your legs shake as he pushes in deep, one hand gripping your hip to keep you steady while the other reaches around to rub lazy circles against your clit.
âthatâs it,â he whispers, voice rough and sweet at the same time, hips rolling in that steady rhythm that makes your knees weak. he fucks you like heâs got nowhere else to be, thick and unhurried, stretching you open until youâre dripping down your thighs.
every thrust scrambles your thoughts, turns your brain soft and hazy, leaves you gasping his name into the crook of your arm.
he pulls out just enough to flip you around, lifts you onto the counter so he can watch your face while he sinks back in. your legs wrap around his waist on instinct and he groans, forehead pressed to yours, dark hair falling loose around his shoulders. his pace picks up, deeper now, hitting that spot that makes your back arch and your nails dig into his back.
suguru loves the way you clench around him when youâre close, loves how your moans get all broken and needy.
he doesnât stop until youâre shaking, until youâre coming hard with his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. only then does he let himself go, burying himself to the hilt and filling you up with slow, pulsing thrusts that leave you both breathless.
afterward he kisses your temple, gentle and warm, and goes back to the stove like nothing happened.
the eggs are still perfect when he plates them for you, but you both know the real breakfast was the way he scrambled you so thoroughly you can barely walk straight.
You'd always heard horror stories of friends staying the night at each other's houses and not knowing how to work their showers. You'd also considered yourself smarter than the average cookie because that has never happened to you. Most showers seem self explanatory.
And then, you stay the night at your boyfriend's for the first time and take a look at his stupidly expensive shower.
You eye the four knobs that control temperature and the dozen jets, two waterfalls (one higher, one lower (what is the lower one for?)), the removable showerhead and what you're assuming is the rainfall head. The symbols on the knobs may as well be hieroglyphics, giving next to no insight on how to turn this mother fucker on without being soaked immediately by the jets.
You don't even try. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into the adjoining bedroom, shaking your head with your eyebrows raised.
"Satoru, what the fuck is that?" you ask, motioning behind you to the bathroom.
"A shower..?" he says, looking up from his phone. His eyebrows furrow in his own confusion.
"Yes," you reply through grit teeth. "How do I turn it on?"
"Oh!" He jumps up from his bed and crosses the room to you, placing a hand on your hip and a kiss to your lips as he leads you back into the bathroom. "Why didn't you just say that, love? I'm more than willing to show you."
Satoru opens the glass door and steps in the shower, dragging you along with him. He points at the individual knobs and explains each of the symbols, explaining which is best for which occasion - the misters for when you're hot, rainfall for normal showers, waterfall for when you want to feel like you're lost in the jungle and it's been a week and you're losing hope of being found, etc.
You're giggling by the time he finishes his spiel and he's got his own 1000 kilowatt smile plastered on his face and turned on you.
"So what'll it be tonight?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "The waterfall is a personal favorite."
"A normal shower, please."
"Can do, baby." He kisses your cheek and sets the shower to your preferred setting. "The temperature control turns the water on," he says, stepping out of the shower.
Your towel drops to the floor just as he's exiting, the sound making his head crane back around to catch a glimpse of your ass before you step into the fog of the shower.
"You know, on second thought," he says, grabbing your attention as his shirt joins your towel. "Maybe we should shower together. Just in case you have questions."
I've realized recently that every time I'm asked for socials my response is sorta "oh i don't have twitter" "I'm not on Instagram much" "i uninstalled TikTok a few months ago" and this has led people into believing I'm just someone who doesn't do social media but in reality you can find me in here lets get it on cunts monday through shawty like a melody sunday, 9am to 12am, posting blorbo.
seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises itâs about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors
I work at a bookstore and hearing one of my male coworkers call smutty romantasy "the downfall of society" because it's "literally just porn" radicalized me
Men have an entire industry. Entire industries dedicated to their sexualities. Let women have fantasy sex. there's not even a camera crew involved.
You love being Satoru Gojo's girlfriend, he dotes on you, takes you on dates, spoils you - just one little problem, you are perpetually ovulating around him! Is wanting your nerdy boyfriend's cock in your mouth really such a bad thing? Satoru wants to wait for the perfect moment for your first time, though! He'll totally wait even when you're wearing that slutty lil dress and grinding on him, right?
pairings - nerd! gojo x girlfriend! reader
warnings - cute and silly, oral over panties/boxers, Satoru edging tf outta us -- reader is horny, Shoko/Hime, Sukuna being a fratboy dick, jealous Toru, rough blow jobs, p in v sex, first time, squirting, teasing, fingering, creampie, consent, breed kink, making your nerdy boyfriend feral and spit in your mouth <3
art creds here!!
this was a comm for my angel @cantarcantar!! ty for understanding that my life was like INSANE - ilysm for being patient <3 wc - 10.1k
It took you almost two years of crushing on Satoru Gojo to actually become his girlfriend, and youâre loving every minute of it. From being too damn shy to admit you like him, to very awkwardly trying to confess and every chance just utterly failing â to then instead becoming the very best of friends.
You two were finally âofficially togetherâ as a couple.
Oh, and it was everything, being in his arms, swallowed up by those huge biceps he had hidden underneath his starch white dress shirts. Hearing that little laugh from his lips, all of those sweet little kisses he bestowed upon you â truly, all the feelings blossoming between the two of you in the most beautiful way, especially over the months of truly being his girlfriend.
Heâd take you out for all day movie marathons, going to play bumper cars, mini golf, you name it â Satoru was down for it. Every date was a meticulously planned out one too, with little to no down time aside from the drive to and from. Perhaps thatâs where you would sneak just the littlest pecks on his neck, hear his sighs as he gripped the gear shift of that fancy sports car.
Satoru adored you â and you adored him.
You were all his. There was no one else in the entire world than the boy who could never quite tie that tie on correctly, always just a little crooked for you to straighten out.
Yet with that came you being unreasonably horny all the fucking time, who wouldnât be with Satoru though? Those long fingers pressing into your waist, the way that bulge pressed between your thighs, plump lips slipping up your throat. Every time it even got just a little close, maybe you were grinding so good that you were about to cum from that â he paused it.
Wearing a cute, bashful little smile on his face, fogged up, thick rimmed glasses â murmuring sweetheart in a voice thatâs designed to make your pussy drip, and you feel like a complete pervert for wanting to beg for more. God, imagining his cock in your throat alone had you desperate and needy, let alone having him filling you, pumping you full, taking you first.
Maybe you are a pervert, truly.
Youâve tried so hard to be patient, you want him to want it as badly as you do, but every time youâre making out with your boyfriend â the top of the deanâs list and ultimate dungeon master for DnD â Satoru Gojo?
Every time his big ass hands grip your waist and he drags you down against his length, before he puts a pause on it?
You canât even think about it.
Youâre pumping your fingers in your needy cunt just thinking about it after every damn date with this boy. Whining out in your bed with your hips bucking up, gasps escaping your lips desperately in your empty room. Pumping faster and faster until youâve got that sticky release all over your hand.
Itâs almost as if you have this sort of ritual now, before you see your boyfriend and right after/.
Your rose toy is probably fucking tired of you.
As if you donât you ache so damn bad around him itâs painful, hard not to shamelessly hump his thigh till you cum. No, the toy? This takes the edge off just a bit, but even the way you moan his name in your sleep is endlessly hilarious to your poor roommates that have to hear you between the walls of your off campus apartment.
âStill a virgin?â Utahime asked with a laugh when you had woken up this morning, getting ready to see Satoru.
âNot by choice,â you grumble, shaking your head and grabbing a coffee pod from the little rack, popping your favorite inside and pressing the on button. The aroma hits immediately, waking your tired brain.
Youâd had the filthiest damn dream of him fucking your tits, cock sliding up and down in messy strokes that had you needing a damn shower right now.
Youâre just perpetually ovulating.
Satoru is the perfect boyfriend, truly he is. Heâs sweet, heâs a gentleman despite his blue eyes and where they glance too long. Mostly, he cares. Youâve fallen so in love with him so quickly over these past few months, but every time you think that things might progress, Satoru stops it. Gently lifting you up off his lap and sighing, kissing his way up your jaw, his snowy lashes tickling your cheek.
âSweetheart, letâs pause this,â he would murmur those words all sweet and sultry against your skin after almost sucking on those nipples that just stay hard around this man, instead hovering a breath away so it ghosts your tits. Those huge hands brushing just underneath them.
Itâs torture, really.
âOh, okay Toru,â youâd whisper back, heâd moan and kiss up your neck, breaths tickling your skin. âMnhâŚâ
âYouâre so beautiful, god look at you.â
It was just wrong to talk to you like that!
âYou poor baby. At least you have your toy collection,â Shoko teases, sneaking in and brushing your hair back. âExtensive, too.â
You flip her off, peeking at the phone then and seeing Satoru's name pop up.
Study session?
âDick session?â She asks, you gasp, as if affronted at such a suggestion.
âI would never assume such a thing!â
You hope so.
*****
Itâs not.
No, itâs not a dick session at all.
It really is an actual goddamn study session â both of you were sitting there in Satoruâs living room, his place was far fancier than anywhere, but that came from him being the Deanâs very son. It intimidated you a little at first, but now youâve grown comfortable, as he made you feel so special.
Today though?
Well, you canât focus on anything but how badly youâd love to kneel and suck your nerdy boyfriend, his thighs spread wide all slutty.
God his legs are long.
You bet his cock is-
âAnd this equation?â Satoru teasingly asks you, distracting you from your slutty freaking brain.
You're not even sure what stumbles out of your mouth for an answer, without saying how thick you think the circumference of his cock must be.
That is something youâve done with your past experiences, and you know youâre good at it. You could easily deep throat a man and you wanted to see his cock so damn bad â could he be a challenge, though?
Your eyes drift down his chest, he peeks at you curiously.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â He asks casually, spinning his pen between his fingers and studying you. âHard question?â
âUm⌠yeah, a very hard timeâŚâ
Stop that! Stop looking at his dick print!
âThe question is hard?â
âUh⌠the question⌠yes.â You feel like a damn pervert every time youâre around him, canât you chill and let things happen when they happen?
He sighs and stands up, stretching his arms up over his head, his abdomen revealed when his dress shirt rides up, showing those little v cuts that make your ovulating brain just a million times worse. Itâs like youâre in heat. It's so pathetic right now â maybe you should avoid him till it stops.
âLetâs take a break then.â
âYeah?â
He chuckles at how eager you are at the thought and comes up to you, leaning down with a hand on each arm of your chair, tilting his head so some of that soft white hair falls over his forehead. You brush a bit of it back and he kisses your palm, lips warm and sweet.
âYouâve been such a good girl, how can I not treat you a bit?â Your heart hammers in your chest, until those next words spill from his lips. âBoba?â
âWhat? Huh?â You blink as he eases back, pulling up his phone and leaning against the desk. âBoba??â
âYeah, Boba, Iâll buy you some, I know you love it,â he smiles curiously as you bury your face in your hands. âNo Boba? Matcha then?â
âIâm umâŚâ About to cum if he touches you once even. âNo, I guess Boba is fine. Thanks Toru.â you manage to say, thighs pressing together, Satoru frowns, kneeling now and gently taking your hands off your face, seeing your blush.
âAre you sick!? Youâre all flushed!â
âIâm not-â
âYouâre burning,â he touches your cheek in concern, and you almost fucking feel bad â youâre not sick, youâre ovulating. âBaby girl, letâs get you to a doctor right now!"
âNo, no I feel fine, Iâm not warm because of that,â you shift in your seat and whine out at just that friction. âPromise.â
He frowns and watches you carefully. âYouâre hurting, it could be the start of something!â
âWell yeah I hurt,â you sigh as he spreads your thighs and kneels between them, shoving at him. âYouâll make it even worse down there.â
âIâll make what worse, exactly? YourâŚâ He trails off then, seeing your panties and blushing himself, pink dancing across his high cheekbones and dusting them in that rose. âY-your⌠your panties are so⌠uh⌠s-soaked andâŚâ
You should freak out at this proximity, at just how much he can finally see of you, but all you can do is whine again, as his eyes shoot back up to yours. âIâm okay, promise.â
âAm I neglecting my pretty girlfriend?â He asks softly, just a little nervous. Satoru has never touched anyone but you, but heâs extensively studied the female anatomy, and how to make you cum.
He just wanted your first time to be perfect.
Thatâs why he was waiting â the last thing he needed was for you to not enjoy your first time, though he knows youâre a little more experienced than he is â Satoruâs hardly kissed anyone before you. Not because he couldnât â he just had no interest in that sort of thing until he met you â and even then, he really couldnât find the damn courage to ask you out forever.
âNo Iâm being a damn pervert,â you cover your face and he chuckles at that.
âYouâre being a what, now?â
You sink into the seat, mumbling. âYou heard me.â
Heâd been your best friend for so long, thinking there was no chance in the world â always jerking his cock with any article of clothing youâd leave in his room, like a filthy depraved pervert â and you think you were one perverted here?
Does him wanting the timing to be just right making you think that?
Satoru exhales softly, just a hint of what he wants to say slipping from his plump lips.
âWhat, do you touch your little pussy thinking of me?â
His voice has you lowering your hands, he spreads those thighs and slides up your skirt, making you moan out, head falling back, your hands gripping the arms of the chair even tighter.
âWha-?â You canât even finish your damn word.
âAsked you a question, baby.â
âGod,â heâs diabolical without knowing â or maybe he does know. Youâre trembling as you lean back, letting his thumb brush on your clit and gasping at the touch, already getting slick from a brush on your skin. âWhat question?â
âNot paying attention, tsk,â he clicks his tongue and his teeth nip your inner thigh, sinking in and making you whine out. âDo you touch her?â
âY-yes,â he hums a bit, tugging your panties up until your lips are visible, that dark spot growing as slick starts pouring. âPleaseâŚâ
âBe patient, baby,â he leans back now, smirking at you. âShow me?â
âAre you sure youâŚâ
âPlease? I wanna see so bad,â you blush now, you masturbate sure â but not in front of people! âIâll show you?â
âShow me you um⌠jerking off?â
âYeah, I mean⌠yeah?â You sigh a bit.
âToruâŚâ
âMmm?â
âWhy donât I um⌠suck you?â He is bright red now, heâs almost busting just thinking of your mouth â that wonât do. His first blow job and he busts in one go!? No, Satoru has to jerk it three times before he gets the privilege of fucking your pretty little mouth, of feeling your pink tongue on him.
âNot yet.â
âNot yet? But youâre so hard,â you giggle and tease him with your foot nudging his thigh, he glares and catches it, shoving it wide. âNot yet, then. So you just wanna see me touch myself?â
âGod yes, dreamed of that sinceâŚâ He trails off then, he doesnât want to admit just how long heâs jerked off to you, because it was before you even knew who Satoru Gojo was. âLemme see.â
âOkayâŚâ you lean back, running your fingertips over your panties, slipping underneath and leaning your head back, eyes fluttering shut, hearing Satoruâs soft little whine. âToruâŚâ
âFuck,â he thought he could handle this, but heâs utterly failing, he canât even see your pretty pussy and heâs already throbbing, leaking so much pre it hurts, sticking to his brand new digimon boxers. âYouâre sâpretty, sweetheart.â
You blush as you look at him with dazed eyes, running little circles right around your puffy clit, coated in hot slick as it dribbles out of your panties. He swipes some of it on his fingers, studying it carefully, his tongue going to lap at it, moaning as the sweetness coats his tongue.
âOh youâre t-tasting me,â it makes you needier, until you have to plunge two fingers inside your messy, quivering hole, that loud squelch echoing in your ears. Heâs gripping your thigh with one hand bruising until you cry out.
âFuck, so s-sorry⌠baby I hurt⌠y-youâŚâ
âNo, no, like it,â he moans and puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing again so hard it aches. He's jerking his cock faster, whining out when he sees your slick fingers pull out of your panties. You press your cum soaked fingers to his lips and he eagerly wraps them around, sucking them off. âToruâŚâ
âSo sweet, my pretty girlfriend,â his glasses fog up when he leans down, licking your inner thigh that is trembling, sliding higher until his tongue is on you â but it's not on your skin, it's on the soaked cotton of your panties.
âFuckâŚâ he moans as he gets those juices that are spilling through the fabric, his and squeezing his own cock as your thighs sit over his shoulders.Â
âMore, please,â you're tugging at his hair so hard it hurts, bucking up your hips for more. âI need you, please.â
âSuch a needy girlfriend,â he murmurs, thumb circling his drooling tip, looking up at you with desperation in his pretty blue eyes. âYou want me to lick it more for you?â
Your answer is a little nod, even having him lick you over your panties is more than you've ever had done, and fuck it feels good. Sinful as he trails a long, slow stripe over the fabric, the tip stopping right over your twitchy clit, his moan is muffled against the damp cotton.
âToru!â He's lost in your scent, in that taste, the little hints of lace decorating your panties rough against his tongue, the sound is fucking filthy.
Satoru tugs those panties up more firmly, strings of gossamer saliva dripping and dissolving, peering up at you with flushed cheeks. âLike that, baby? Is this what you were thinking about instead of studying?â
Your only answer is to nod quickly, a jerky little motion as he sees those puffy lips just swallowing the damp material. He swipes his tongue over and over, the heat and wetness of his mouth making your entire body tremble. You feel it heating up, hearing the messy sounds of his own cock fucking his fist, wishing it were your throat instead.
"Oh god, Toru," you whimper out it so pathetically, your hands tangling in his soft white hair, fluffy and silky underneath your touch, trying to pull him closer, to shove his face where you need it. âNot enough, mnh!â
He chuckles against your puffy cunt, the vibration and the quick lave of his tongue have you on edge. Pulse racing as he had the audacity to tease you, landing a wet smack on your cunt that had you pathetic.
"Ah - ah," he clicks his tongue, catching your wrists in one of his stupidly large hands and pinning them against your waist, smirking at you in a way that's utterly not dirty at all. "No touching yet, sweetheart. I'm taking my time with you."
âMeanie,â he chuckles again, but you love it â feeling that strength as he grips you so tight. âMy panties are ruined, Toru.â
âMmm. Yes they are,â he tugs them again, looking at how wet the material is, just a pathetic little scrap of fabric with your juices pouring.
Instead of showing you mercy and moving them, he just presses them further against you again, tongue shoving that fabric until it's flush with your needy clit, you swear you can feel his tastebuds as that tongue drags through the fabric, pausing everywhere that has you jerking and honing in.
Like this nerdy boy is studying you.
Oh. He is.
He's methodical, almost clinical with his research of your needy, clothed cunt just separated by this pathetic little piece of fabric, his tongue pressing more firmly against your soppy lil hole. She is pulsing around nothing, torturous strokes, pressing his fingers up and down, you're hot and sticky underneath his touch.
âToru!â Your wrists are still pinned, his cock forgotten even though it's dripping down onto the soft, plush rug below his knees. Satoru finds your clit again and looks up under snowy lashes, you watch the drips of slick connect with that wickedly long tongue.
âMmm. I bet I could see myself inside you,â he whispers, you suck in a breath at that, as if he is measuring the distance of your entrance to your belly button, easing your wrists to tug up your top, nipping your puffy lips over the fabric. âScientifically.â
âThen experiment, scientifically.â He chuckles like the little shit he is, finding your clit once more, a hand pressing where he imagines his cock would bulge out.
âYou are so needy f'me, s'pretty like this,â his words slur as he wraps his plump lips around your twitchy clit, barely concealed and swollen underneath the cotton material that is dripping wet. He pulls it in his mouth and sucks it hard through your panties, humming against you.
You're aching, cunt filling his hungry mouth as your hands land back on his hair, his movements making you cry out and buck your hips against his mouth for more.
âSo sweet right now, god, look at thatâŚâ
Satoru is so close to cumming when he grabs his cock at the base again, squeezing so goddamn hard â he could almost bet that if he felt your cunt without the fabric, he'd spurt his white ropes everywhere.
Make a mess of you.
âMnh. You close, sweetheart?â
Your answer is a jerky little nod, as he keeps torturing you with this fucking barrier, his teeth grazing that tiny clit ever so lightly through the fabric, making you scream out, your head falling back. Your panties are absolutely ruined now, utterly transparent with your slick and his spit coating them, your sweet little cries rushing through his ears.
Satoru? Well, he laps at the mess he's making happily, his tongue coating the entire area in circles that deliberately avoid that spot until you're twitching, tears falling down your cheeks.
"Such a messy girl," he moans out those words, eyes black when they peek up at you, his voice husky as your slick clings to his lips. "Soaking these pretty little panties fâme.â
âPlease, Toru⌠move âem please,â he smirks and decides to have mercy on you, tugging them to the side of one of your lips and exhaling, watching the slick drool and spill down. You gasp as the air hits your cunt, already aching and needy, the dampness making it a cool shock.
âFuck, you're so pretty,â he murmurs, his cock just about to bust without his touch, he glides his tongue from your ass all the way to your clit, looking right up at you. âIs this what you were thinking of, hmm? My tongue inside you?â
âYour cock, too,â he chuckles against you, but just a couple more flicks has you close, as he spreads your cunt wide, studying your every expression.
âLook at that. My slutty little girlfriend.â
Satoru is trying his best to hold it together, but when his tongue glides into your gummy walls and they grip him, he's too far gone, slurping up every bit of the cum that just pours out. You shatter so damn pretty, squirting all over his face, dripping down his chin until it's glossy, his cock starts pulsing right with your hole, imagining her milking him.
âF-fuckkâŚ.â
âToru, mnh! S'good I⌠pleaseâŚâ Youâre overheated, body sensitive, itâs just not enough, even with his tongue lavishing every bit of your pussy.
Not enough.
âPlease what, baby? Mnh,â he grips his veiny cock as he cums with his tongue on your clit, more of your mess drenching his throat, his face, his shirt. His white ropes coat his hand, lashes fluttering shut as he savors your jumping clit in his mouth, whining against you.
âWant your cock in my mouth, Toru pleaseâŚâ he exhales, breath making you jolt, looking up at you with a blush.
âI umâŚâ he leans back on his knees and you see the mess, blushing at it.Â
âI didn't touch you thoughâŚâ
âDidn't need to,â he's clearly a little embarrassed, you take his cum soaked hand then â dripping white â and wrap your mouth around one of his thick fingers. âOh fuckâŚâ
You suck him right off, tasting that salty white substance and moaning as it hits your taste buds. Satoru pulls back and laps it off his own fingers, before kissing you right with it, the mess spilling between your mouths and dripping down.
Satoru Gojo â your nerdy boyfriend with an insane Digimon collection was a fucking freak, greedily drinking his own cum off your mouth.
Youâre trembling when the door knocks, and you faintly remember that he has ordered you boba. Heâs the epitome of a perfect boyfriend after that, considerate, caring, cleaning the little rivulets of your own release from your inner thighs â youâre stuck back on the opposite side of the bed, cuddling him and watching a movie.
Satoru even has the audacity to snore after, heavy body wrapping as you ache to get filled by him â at least the movie was so damn boring you drift off right next to him.
****
âIâm gonna die a virgin,â you mumble to Shoko and Utahime the next weekend, aside from more heated kisses and grinding on Satoruâs thigh after your well planned out dates â nothing.
Youâre aching.
How much use could your rose toy really see!? And now you even have two more toys going along with it, though you doubt any of them are getting close to Satoru and how good he must feel. No âclit suckerâ could come close to what that nerdy little mouth could do.
âYou look like youâre dying, girl, damnâŚâ Utahime earns your glare. âIs it that bad?â
âHe finally got me off andâŚâ You blush now, unable to finish your sentence, remembering his tongue drinking up your juices.
âDoes he know what a clit is?â
âVery much so, it was so good.â
They look surprised.
âYou all have no clue, he really was,â Shoko laughs at that, leaning back and hitting the vape, handing it over to you. âNo, no.â
âYou need a smoke, sweets,â you grimace, brushing your hair back, pacing back and forth as the two girls watch you, snuggling with each other. âYouâre pacing holes in the carpet.â
âI canât handle this, I just⌠god I wanna suck his dick, is it so terrible? He hasnât even let me touch it. I sound like a horny ass man, I hate it. I wanna respect him, I really do.â
âYou wanna respect him with his cock in your throat?â Shoko finishes.
âYes. I mean!? I will respect him without the cock in my mouth! You two are menaces.â
Theyâre laughing like the brats they are, blowing smoke in each otherâs mouths, you damn near moan in frustration. Satoruâs gotten you off that one time, then since then he has gone right back to worshipping you in the sweet way he always did, as if youâll what â forget about his tongue?
His stupidly long fingersâŚ
The cum on your tongue that you lapped right off!?
The taste.
âUgh -â you lean back and sink further into the couch. âI really am gonna die.â
âCanât die, weâve got that party tonight,â Utahime teases, kissing Shokoâs lips and giggling just a bit, you pout at the two of them.
In public Satoru would kiss your hand at best.
Where on earth even had that freak come from that spit his cum in your mouth last week!? Heâs all gone again â the pocket protector wearing Nerd Gojo in his place, like some twin fucking took over for a minute.
âI canât go to a party and get drunk, Iâll make a fool of myself around him, one drink and my pussy has a mind of its ownâŚâ You finally sit down, plopping back into the seat. âI feel like a pervert.â
âYou are! Letâs just call you fucking pervy Sage.â
âHey!â You glare at Utahime, Shoko is inhaling another puff of smoke, you cough just a bit.Â
âHah â Sanji from One-â
âDonât even!? Iâm not that bad,â you huff at her, frowning now. âI swear I'm not trying to be pervy. God, what is in this weed?â
âHmm,â Shoko tugs Utahime on her lap. âI wonder if he's scared you'll like ⌠bite his dick.â
âYou're so fucking mean,â you cough a little more, eyes watering as you scowl at the two of them.
âLook slutty, like really slutty,â Shoko walks up now, tilting your chin up and crooking her lips up at the corner. âSomething that screams â fuck me.â
âHe licked my panties and didnât evenâŚâ
âReally slutty,â Utahime agrees, tapping her chin. âOoh! I know, I have the perfect outfit in mind, that little black dress of yours.â
âBut itâs too small for me now! Itâs from like high school, and thanks to you two cooking all the time, my hips-â
âExactly.â
âExactly what? OhâŚâ
You trail off now, realizing what everyone knew â that Satoru loves your hips, he grabbed on to them every chance he got, even when he was just a little bit shy.
âOkayâŚâ
They kiss again in front of you, laughing a bit, making you lovesick for your man â your nerdy man who you wish would kiss you in that way, tongues all dripping. Itâs not even fair.
âAll lovey dovey, fuck you both.â
Theyâre so hot and rude laughing at you â you decide to just disappear, you donât need your hot ass best friends making out in front of you when youâre already in pain from the constant edging from Satoru. You are rushing to your room and trying on outfit after outfit, before finally deciding on the exact fucking one they brought up.
You would look as sexy as you could and hopefully get your boyfriend to not be able to resist you.
But also youâll respect his decision, dammit! You can wait as long as he wants to, even if you were absolutely gonna put your tits and ass out there for him. Looking in the mirror and touching up your lipstick, swiping a finger across your lower lip to smudge it just a tad.
âOh damn you look hot, Sanji,â Utahime says when you come out.
âI am not Sanji.â
âYou are.â
âFuck you both!â
*****
Satoru canât keep his damn eyes off you.
Fuck youâre pretty tonight.
That damn little black dress clinging to your skin is fucking ruining Satoruâs mind, brain short circuiting as the two of you navigate the insanely packed frat house, one of his hands on the small of your back protectively. People are all bumping into everyone, stumbling around, absolutely no chance he lets someone hurt you by accident.
Moreso, Satoru Gojo canât get his fucking hands off you, no, he can feel your warmth right through the thin layer of cotton material, fingers splaying across it. He reminds himself in his head over and over just what a horrible thing it would be to fucking take your first time at a frat party, even as he has to adjust his cock, turning from you to face the wall for a moment.
âEverything okay, Toru?â You ask softly, hand on his back, he laughs, a fake and terrible attempt at being normal, turning right back around to you.
âMe!? Yes, yes. Do you need a drink, babydoll?â He asks.
The music kicks on as he speaks, and all you can see are his plump lips forming words, ringing from how damn loud theyâre blaring the worst dance music known to man. âWhat!!â
âA drink!!â
âHuh?â
âA DRINK-â
The music pauses for just a minute, switching to something else but leaving multiple people to stare at Nerdy Gojo shouting.
You blink a bit at his shouting, he swears heâll kill Suguru and Nanami for having the audacity to fucking laugh at him and his pain. Them smoking weed earlier and trying to give him every tip known to man on how to bury said tip right against that surely cute little cervix.
As if Satoru hadnât studied extensively.
âYes, please,â you smile all pretty, letting him guide you through, he just about loses it from the sheer amount of eyes locked onto you, gripping you just a little too tight, feeling the curve of those breedable hips underneath his fingertips.
Imagine having them bent over, his hands fit so perfect-
No, he can make it another night, a dumb frat party was not the time or place for something so precious as your first time. Even if you smell that good, and youâre dancing all over him, giggling, your ass brushing right against where his cock has tented his dark jeans.
Your drink in one hand, the other in his as he pulls you against him, for a nerdy boy, Gojo can absolutely move his body. You feel so goddamn good against him, with your waist in his grip now, his lips pressed against your ear â he can inhale that sweet scent you just naturally fucking have.
Thatâs when he realizes heâs about to cum if your ass rubs up on his cock one more damn time with those heels making you tall enough, he could bend you over and slide it right in. God he bets youâre so wet too.
Satoru has to pull back, making you blink just a bit in confusion, he downs the rest of his drink, smiling apologetically.
âBathroom, sweetheart.â
âOh, um⌠okay, want me to-â
Satoru runs the fuck off.
Maybe youâre doing too much, shit⌠you were absolutely grinding all up on Satoru because you were craving him so bad. You needed to give him more time! If the roles were reversed, you know he would, even if he may want to as badly as you do. Going to pour yourself a shot, you throw it back and let your eyes shut, sighing just a bit as it burns your throat.
You need to ease up and let Satoru take his time, even if you have to press your thighs together to resist the needy urge of rubbing your cunt on anything right now.
Maybe you are fucking Sanji.
*****
Satoruâs leaned back on the door, unzipping his pants and seeing his reddened cockhead, and just how fucking swollen it is. Heâs jerking his cock desperately, whimpering out as the door gets knocked on, banged on in fact by fucking Sukuna of all people.
âGotta take a piss man, stop jerking it.â
âIâm not!? Iâm pissing right now â w-wait,â Satoru is jerking it of course, but how dare Sukuna call him out on it. Dickhead fratboy that he is, heâs chuckling outside of the door, but none of it is getting rid of Satoruâs throbbing erection.
Heâs just way too needy, too sensitive, he can see his reflection in the mirror â those flushed pink cheeks. Sukuna thankfully fucks off, but Satoru can't even cum with just his hand, not when he knows your little fist would feel so much better, when your mouth and pussy would grip him.
No, Satoru is left tortured.
*****
You are alone for some time, concerned if he was somehow drunk or sick when the leader of the frat â the slutty ass, pink haired jock named Sukuna comes up to you, sipping his cup and flickering his red eyes up and down your face.
âHmm, Gojo left you all alone?â
âAnd?â You scoff, rolling your eyes at him now, he smirks just a bit, leaning close. âHeâs busy. Okay?â
âMmm⌠yeah,â he peeks over his shoulder now, then looks right back down at you. âSo.â
âSo, what?â
He grins all big. âWanna play beer pong?â
âBeer pong?â
âMhm,â he tugs at a little lock of your hair. âBet I stomp your ass at it. Look like such a good girl.â
âHah you think I've never been to a party!?â
âNever seen you before aside from with your nerdy lover boy,â he pours you a drink now and inclines his head.
âI've partied, just⌠usually me and Toru are busy.â
He snorts at that.
So busy your boyfriend is jerking his cock in the bathroom.
âI see, so busy, huh?â
âYes butâŚâ you curse now, shaking your head. Satoru has been gone fifteen minutes and won't answer a text, a game of beer pong wouldn't hurt. âFine then.â
It doesnât take long until there is an entire gathering of people to watch you absolutely annihilate Ryomen Sukuna in beer pong, to the point he is fucking furious. You're landing the pong ball in every cup, decimating the entire frat at a certain point, giggling as you study them, down to the last shot, against Sukuna again.
âBeginners luck or some shit,â heâs fucking furious â you swear you see his vein ticking underneath his jaw.
Satoru is still not here.
Youâre worried but youâre also enjoying the cheers, especially when you land that last one, giggling as the frat brothers who were talking all that shit about the nerdy girlfriend of Satoru moments before are now staring in disbelief. With one final, perfect arc, the ball splashes into the last cup.Â
It really is beginner's luck.
But.
Also, fuck Sukuna.
"Damn, girl!" someone yells, and you take a little bow, rubbing it right in Sukunaâs face now, who is slamming down the rest of his beer.
Surely he drank enough to get annihilated â but somehow still standing just normal, big ass man has some insane tolerance because those eyes look completely aware.
"Guess I'm not such a good girl after all, huh?" you tease Sukuna, who's standing there looking down at you, setting the cup down and crushing it.
âHmmm,â his red eyes dilate just a bit as he steps closer to you, suddenly making you feel just a bit nervous.
Satoru hates Sukuna.
Itâs well known, since high school the two of them have been overcompetitive and absolutely insane against each other. Heâd be fucking furious if he saw you anywhere near him at all. You peek and see him across the crowd then, getting a text from Shoko blinging on your phone.
Heâs really mad.
He is.
You get another text now from Utahime, biting down on your lower lip.
Make him jealous and maybe youâll get dicked down, Sanji.
âIâm not Sanji,â Sukuna raises a brow, lips twitching. âIâm not.â
âSanji? Who the fuck is that?â
âOne piece?â
âNerd â hey, wait,â youâre turning and he grabs your wrist for just a moment. âShit, I mean⌠youâre right, youâre not a good girl, huh?â
âI sure beat your ass,â you say, pausing when he reaches out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray piece of hair back from your face, rough knuckles brushing against your cheek for a second too long.
"You did, you're full of surprises, brat.â
âBrat? WhateverâŚâ
You can feel Satoruâs eyes on you â youâd pull back, but part of you wonders if making him jealous would bring that freak out that spit cum in your mouth â maybe you are a brat. You sip your drink, remaining normal.
âIâm dating Satoru, youâre too close.â
âWould nerdy ass Satoru know what to do, how to handle your ass?â He taunts, your eyes narrow, his laugh echoing despite the music as your boyfriend starts shoving his way through. âShow you that digimon collection?â
âIâm very pleased, thank you.â
âYou look like you need to get your attitude fucked right out of you,â your fingers itch to slap him now. âIf he fucks up, you know where to find me.â
âNo thank you, I- Toru!â
Satoru is between you and Sukuna, shoving him off and glaring right at him â perhaps the two tallest men at the party right face to face, Sukunaâs smirk making Satoru want to punch him.
âWhy are you so close to my future wife?â
âWife?â You blush and he glares at you.
âYes, and baby momma â but youâre being a brat,â he whispers, Sukuna snorts at that.
âShe is a brat.â
âYou canât call her that,â he shoves the big ass man and takes your hand now. âShe has better shit to do than talk to you.â
âAw, but we were having fun,â Satoru is dragging you away, you blink just a bit, almost scowling at Sukuna who blows you a kiss.
What a dick.
BUT.
Satoru is fuming, and heâs hot.
Youâre so toxic!
âWhatâs wrong, Toru? I was just playing some beer pong,â you say all innocently, as he drags you past everyone, youâre struggling to keep up with his long strides. âUm⌠whatâs wrong?â
âWhatâs wrong!? Hah,â heâs laughing, psychotic and feral like you turned on a switch in his brain, when he finally starts getting some privacy. âEverything.â
âI donât get itâŚâ
âHe was hitting on you,â Satoru yanks you away in the center of the party, you barely bite back your giggle at how excited you are to see him this way, looking ever so serious when he glares down at you.
Maybe you are evil, loving how mad he is, how jealous he is when he presses you against the hallway wall on the other side of the party, you can feel the music humming through the walls, but not as fast as your heart is racing looking up at your blue eyed boyfriend. Blue eyed angry boyfriend.
This isn't sweet Satoru at all, no â he's completely fucking unhinged, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths, cupping your face and jerking your chin to look up at him.
âYou think he was?â You ask softly, making him raise a brow. âI thought he was just⌠being nice?â
You make him laugh without humor now, thumb brushing across your lip. âAre you being bratty, sweetheart? Teasing me, making me jealous?â
âWhat? No,â you straight up fucking lie to his face, batting your lashes all innocent and cute, but you can tell my that little smirk he doesnât buy any of it for shit right now.
âNo?â
âNo, I was just talking, Toru. Isn't that fine?â You trail your hands up his chest, wrapping your fingers around to hook behind his neck, tugging him down to face you. âItâs fine for me to make friends, isnât it?â
âNot when he's looking at these pretty tits,â he cups one, making you suck in a breath â your needy boyfriend is never this bold. âThey're not his to look at.â
âOh?â You lean forward now, tip toeing as he leans low, thumb brushing over a nipple, making it perk up for his touch. âAre they yours? Yours to look at?â
Heâs losing it, his pulse hammering behind his ears, in his wrists, everywhere was hammering, his mouth practically salivating as he cups that tit right where anyone can see, big hand squishing it. You gasp out at the sensation, your lashes fluttering closed, little whines mingling against his lips.
âYes, mine, every inch of you is mine,â Satoru shakes his head now with a soft laugh. âHe thought he could dance with you. Kiss your lips? Lips that are mine.â
âAll yours,â you open your eyes and giggle again, earning his scowl. âSorry you're just so cute like this.â
Satoru blinks.
âOh, Iâm cute?â
You go to press a kiss when he snatches you up in one swoop, you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck now. Thighs trembling as he carries you to some room he finds, stumbling you in and shoving you right against the door.
âYou think I'm cute,â he presses his cock against your slick heat, slutty little panties practically ruined for him, grinding his cock until you're gasping out. âWell I think that you're a brat.â
You gasp. âMe?â
Two people calling you that.
Well⌠maybe you are.
âYou are bratty, with those pretty fucking lips,â he's kissing you filthy, tongues dancing, saliva dripping between you both, easing you down so that you slide against his body achingly slow. âMaybe I should shut your bratty mouth up.â
Oh fuck.
âYes please?â He glares at your big fucking grin.Â
âOn your knees then, sweetheart,â you so eagerly obey, he laughs softly, his heart hammering in his chest, a mix of being utterly furious, nervous about his first time, and dumbstruck by the sight of your heart eyes. âLook at you, beinâ such a good girl â but are you really that desperate to suck me?â
âPlease yes,â you have no shame â all you want is Satoruâs cock deep and buried in the back of your throat. âIf you want though! C-consent.â
âAs if I havenât wanted this for years,â he shakes his head and tilts your chin up, sighing. âI wanted to do it all perfect, to lick and kiss every inch, worship your body until you were writhing, so fucking needy for it.â
Satoru unclicks his belt, the metallic click hitting your ears. âMnh⌠years?â
"Years," he repeats softly, unbuttoning his jeans entirely too slow for you, you go to move your hands and he halts them with a little smack, you bite down on your lip, aching. âHands on your thighs, youâll listen to me for once, since youâve been driving me so fucking crazy.â
âMe, making you crazy, really,â you do as he says though â eagerly â palms on your thighs, he laughs a bit, the sound of his zipper lowering echoing in the room even with the reverberating walls.
âYou know every time you drag that messy cunt on me it ruins me, right?â He draws out that word, sighing now. "Every time you wore those little skirts and bent over, every time you'd bite your lip while concentratingâŚâ
Satoru drags a thumb down your lip now, achingly slow against the plumpness that moves underneath it, your teeth nip on his thumb teasingly, and then you let him push your mouth open.
âOpen real wide, sweetheart,â you do just that, and he canât help but whimper as he presses down on your tongue, as if heâs studying the recesses of your open, eager mouth. âWider, canât you? For me?â
You listen eagerly, opening wide and fucking obscene, your tongue out for any bit of him he wants to give you, core just aching.
âFuck, I've imagined this exact moment."
Satoru wonât tell you just how long he has, either, he swallows â just a bit nervous now.
âSuck,â you suck his digits, slurping them and moaning around them, imagining his cock instead, loving how dominant heâs being. âStop.â
You obey, making him raise a brow.
âYou like me tellinâ you what to do? Is that why you got me so fucking mad, so jealous, to have you listen?â
âYeah,â you whisper, as he shoves his jeans down, and the hard, thick length of his bugle strains against the thin fabric of his boxers. âPokemon? You traitor!â
âI canât wait to shut your mouth up tonight,â you giggle at that, Satoru sighs and frowns at them, brushing your hair back a bit. âThey were a gift, okay?â
âIâll buy you digimon ones.â
âGod, youâre so perfect,â youâre still giggling, when he gently smacks your face â the lightest little touch that has you almost moaning. âOpen up again, yeah? Be a good girl, baby.â
âMmm, yes,â you nod your head, doing just as he says â the side of freaky Satoru you only saw hints of last week when heâd lavished your panties with his long tongue.
âYou got me jealous on purpose, yeah? Wore that slutty outfit to fucking ruin me, wanted cock in your throat that bad? Got me fucking leaking so much⌠fuckâŚâ
Your answer is to keep that mouth open, leaning forward as you lap your tongue along the damp spot where his pre cum has already soaked through, right over a traitorous yellow pikachu. Youâll make more fun of that later, right now heâs jerking his hips, hissing at the drag of your cute lil tongue on him.
âFuckâŚâ Youâre teasing him just like he did you â licking and sucking his tip over the damp cotton of his boxers. âAct so sweet and youâre evil, shouldnât feel that good through that⌠mmmâŚâ
Satoruâs letting you suck around his fat cockhead, slurping every bit of his white cum from it, tongue lolling right along that slit over and over.
âTorturing me back?â
âYep,â you lick your lips, making him sigh, shaking his head now.
âGo on then, take whatâs all yoursâŚ" his voice is low, hoarse damn near as he for the very first time pulls his cock out, letting it spring free, slapping against his lower abdomen with a loud, wet smack. âCan you fit all of it?â
You knew heâd be big.
You didnât know heâd be that big, with his jeans undone all slutty, his pokemon boxers shoved down â his cock is perfect, just the right amount of thick and entirely too fucking long, with a prominent pale blue vein running along the underside. Youâre literally drooling as he strokes it right in front of you, the head flushed a deep, pretty pink as it leaks white.
Youâre soaked, fucking ruined.
âI can.â
You cannot.
Maybe?
You will try!
âGo on then, sweetheart, lemme see how good you can take all of me,â he chuckles as you lean forward without hesitation, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. âTeasinâ me more?â
You lap your tongue up, keeping your hands right where he asked you too, sliding underneath so you hit that frenum. His sharp inhale is met with his huge hand tugging in your hair so hard it hurts, pulling at the hairs on the nape of your neck.
âFuck⌠greedy lil mouth,â heâs damn near slurring his words when you swirl your little tongue around the head, lapping up the salty taste of his cock underneath, brushing along that vein. He whimpers out when you wrap your lips around it and suck. âOh my⌠f-fuckâŚâ
Satoru loses it the first time you really suck his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down further as his other hand rests on the doorway, beginning to move so that heâs choking you. Youâre whining out, aching to touch your cunt so bad you slide your fingers down.
âSo desperate,â he tuts his tongue, fucking your throat now, his cock slamming the back of it as tears spill. âB-baby, is this sâokay?â
You pull back as he does, with a wet, filthy pop, grinning. âI want it, all the way deep in my throat, Toru, I can take it.â
âYou can take all of it in that tiny lilâ throat? When sheâs this tight?â He whispers, your nod makes him glare now. âHave you done this?â
You blink a bit. âYes?â
âThen Iâll fuck your throat so hard youâll forget anything but me,â he takes you over now, slamming deep inside, youâre whimpering as one of his feet spread your thighs, and youâre soaking his black boot. âThatâs it, rutting on my boot and taking cock like a little slut, hmm?â
âMnhghâŚâ youâre done for, this is exactly what you needed, him railing your throat until you canât think, until youâre gagging and tears are spilling.
âLook at me,â he orders softly, you do just that as he presses deep, sniffling as you try to take all of him, he hisses as he feels his tip stretching that tight throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. âYou know I fucking love you? And respect you?â
You giggle around him and he glares.
âYou have to know if Iâm gonna say all this,â you pull back again, fingers all coated in your slick, gliding it along his sticky tip.
âI know you love me, Toru. I love youâŚâ He sighs, touching your cheek. âI love you talking to me this way, you could be meaner.â
âOh? Fuck my frustration on your throat?â
âPlease?â
âYouâre ruining me,â he mumbles, slamming right back inside, now that he knows youâre okay, he can lose control, see how much you can take, as you grind on that shoe, nails now pressing in the muscles of his thighs, jeans slipping down. âWant our first time to really be right against this door? Shove your slutty skirt up and ruin your cunt for fuckinâ anyone?â
God, Satoruâs sexy like this, fogged glasses and all.
Your answer is to take him all the way, your nose brushing against the white hair, the tufts of it tickling your nose, heâs stuttering now, unable to stop himself from fucking faster, harder, the wet sounds mixing with his whines. He doesnât hold them back, either, every time he does he feels a fresh gush of wetness even over that leather, he can see it shimmering as he pulls back and slaps his cock on your mouth.
âSlutty girl, this all fâme, huh? Not that fucking loser downstairs?â
âAll you.â
âHold that tongue out,â you do just that, and Satoru slaps his tip on your tongue over and over, as you keep grinding on him. âCanât believe youâre this much of a pretty little whore, god I thought you were a good girl?â
âToru⌠pleaseâŚâ
âPlease what?â You just keep rubbing. âDesperate, fuck⌠stand up.â
You can hardly do that when he helps you by tugging you up, spitting directly in your mouth, you swallow it greedily, earning his pathetic moan as he turns you, shoving you against that door. âMnh!â
âStop me before I fill all your fucking holes with cum,â heâs kissing down your neck, his glasses cool against your neck, whines escaping his lips as he shoves that slutty lil dress up the gentle curve of your hip. âAll of them, Iâll have your cunt drippinâ, your throat full, fuck that ass while Iâm at it.â
âMngh, please, please,â itâs all you can do but to arch.
âThat needy?â Heâs tugging your panties to the side, dragging his tip up and down over and over, moans escaping his lips when he bends down, turning your face to him. âFirst time in a frat house against a door? Youâre so wet do I even need to finger you right now?â
âAlready did,â you answered, he laughs, shaking his head and kissing you, rubbing even more, teasing your slit with the fat head of his cock until youâre weak, your thighs shaking. âPlease, pleaseâŚ.â
âPlease what, fuck your cunt for the first time? Thatâs what youâve been wanting, me to lose it, huh?â
âYeah,â he scoffs, teasing even more, mouth messy and mean as he bumps your clit, until you squirt right down his length, dripping all down the carpet.
Sukunaâs carpet â itâs his room you faintly notice, as you see the little pictures on the walls.
You wonder if Satoru meant that.
âSquirting already, havenât even fucked you yet,â he pulls back and bends down, slamming his cock so deep you scream out, head falling back as he tugs your hair, making your ass arch out as he fills you. âOh my g-god⌠babyâŚâ
âToru,â he lets you adjust to his thickness, the very first time your cunt has ever been filled â and this wasnât how he wanted to do it.
He wanted to stretch you out â one finger, two, then three â but youâre so soaked you suck him right in. Such a tight, perfect fit he can hardly take it, bending down to press sweet kisses on your bare shoulders, easing back and shoving in again, taking your hand and placing it on your tummy, pressing so you feel it all.
âFeel me here?â He asks softly, desperately â worried for a moment with how tight you are that heâs hurt you, but your answer is to look back at him with those slutty, parted lips and dilated eyes, nodding. âWhoâs inside you?â
âYou, Toru.â you answer, cunt spasming as sheâs already close, his body overtaking you, wrapping and tugging, shoving even deeper.
âWhoâs first?â
âYou.â
âWhoâs gonna make this cunt stretch out?â
âY-you and⌠ah!â
âMine, mine⌠fuck youâre all mine,â Satoru gave you that minute to adjust, a last mercy before your nerdy boyfriend fucking loses his mind. âMine, this pretty body, this perfect pussy⌠you⌠mineâŚâ
âYours,â you whisper it over and over as Satoru fucks your messy cunt, even though itâs hard to take, youâre so full it feels perfect, letting his hand wrap your throat, fingers pressing on either side of your windpipe. âAh!â
âHah â such a perfect fit, made fâme,â heâs fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, cock gliding in and out of your sticky, gummy walls, fucking you so goddamn messy it's dripping down between your thighs. âB-babyyyâŚâ
You arch for more when he pulls out of your cunt with a filthy squelch and you whine from the loss. âBack in, pleaseâŚâ
He lifts and carries you to the bed, thighs shoved wide, feral now as he shoves back inside and sees himself moving inside you. Every slick glide smoothing your puffy cervix, until she is bruised and aching, that dress shoved higher, panties tugged firmly to the side. He uses both to move in you, laughing as you gasp out, as your thighs tremble.
âAw, is it too much, sweetheart? Too deep?â
Feral Satoru is here, mixed with sweet Toru, but his cock is anything but sweet â the way it stretches you out, fucking ruins you, pummels your cunt so deep youâre about to cum all over his length, already sensitive.
âMhm!â
âFull of me?â
âNghhhhâŚâ
You don't know how the fuck else to answer, it all is entirely too much, the way he can see his cock print, his insane laugh, those blue eyes glittering with the frames fallen off. So blue it hurts to look at, eyes almost threatening to close.
âNuh-uh, eyes on me, that's it,â Satoru keeps pumping into your cunt, leaning up to shove your thighs against your tits, smushing them as he fucks you dumb.
He knows it too.
âCan't think?â
âmmm, nnnhhh,â your answer is pathetic and just a babble really, as your nerdy, once virgin boyfriend pummels your messy, needy cunt until she's stuffed so full it hurts. Your nails pressing into biceps, digging in as he stretches your puffy lips on it.
âCanât even fucking talk â already?â Your eyes roll back in your skull as his cock ruins your pussy, so deep you do feel him all over.
âGonna pump you so full, hah will you finish college without me breeding your cunt?â Satoru Gojo is batshit insane, as he leans over you, bending you so that you're folded in half under his heavy weight. âWhat would you do then, hmm? If I breed your slutty cunt? Make you mine.â
âWant it, mmm,â youâre utterly fucking shameless about it, feeling his bruising grip, his cock getting creamy at the base as his heavy balls slap.
âJerked it in the bathroom, had me so hard,â you bite down on your lip, gasps escaping your throat, eyes locked. âYou love that, huh? Driving me insane, slutty dress, pretty body⌠godâŚâ
He presses your thighs down enough to tug your tits out, gripping them and exhaling, thumbs brushing your nipples until theyâre peaks.
"Look at you," he pants, "taking my cock so well, pretty girl. Youâre just such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
You can only moan in response, your body trembling as he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, your answer is to grip his hips with your thighs, letting him cup your face, pumping you so full that you can feel it all over. Warm and hot when he whines out so pathetically in your ringing ears, slutty little moans falling from your lips.
âTakinâ all of it, godâŚâ He kisses you even as you shatter, your cunt spasming all around his veiny length, milking him for every drop. âSo fucking greedy. So needy.â
He leans down and captures your lips, spurts of cum still pouring, you can feel him twitching, nails pressing into the strong muscles of his back. âToru⌠l-love⌠toru y-youâŚâ
âCock drunk, sweetheart?â He teases, like the menace he really is â but he also lovingly caresses your cheek. âYou took me like you were made for me.â
âI did?â Youâre so damn drunk off him youâre slurring your words, pussy achingly empty, feeling his cum slipping out.
âYou did a very good job. Such a good girl.â
âYay!â
Satoru snorts at you, shaking his head and peppering kisses, leaned up on an arm, his shirt half open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. âYouâre sâcute⌠I wanted to take it easy your first time.â
âI loved it,â you admit, yawning now, peeking around the room. âMmm, can we go home though?â
âOf course we will,â he kisses down your body though, breath ghosting your thighs, spreading them to watch the filthy mess of his cum pour out, groaning. âYouâre wasting it all, baby.â
âHmm? Ah!â Satoru scoops some of that mess up against his fingertips, shoving it right back inside your quivering hole. Youâre gripping him tight, thighs clamping down on his hand, as he smirks. âToru youâre⌠crazyâŚâ
âMmm, you really have no idea what I have wanted to do,â he clicks his tongue, pushing that cum deep again, watching your every expression. âGonna keep you so full of cum itâll drip everywhere.â
Satoru does not just fuck you once, no â he makes sure to bend you over in the backseat of his car, fucking cum back inside. Once you're at his house he is pumping ropes of cum on your tits, laughing at how messy you get coated in white, before spreading it all over your body.
Satoru fingers and fucks all that cum inside until you're a trembling mess in his arms, passing out and snoring.
âSo funny you started all this but then couldn't keep up, hmm?â He teases softly, cleaning you up, cock sore from how you gripped him, how much he came. But even the sight of milky drops escaping your hole had him damn near twitching back to life, groaning against your skin.
*****
âGood morning,â your nerdy boyfriend is littered in pretty kiss marks, indentions of your teeth all down his neck, a loopy smile on his face as he stands there shirtless, glasses firmly back on.
âOh! Good morningâŚâ you thought you'd be the one to ruin Satoru Gojo, ride his cock till he whimpered and cried from overstimulation.
You had no clue he'd fuck you so good you couldn't sit up right without his help, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your lips, tilting your chin up and smirking. You're a mess.
A pretty mess.
Hair fucked up, covered in fingerprints and hickies, taking the coffee he brings and sipping it, sighing as it hits your tongue. âMmm⌠good morning.â
âDon't you look pretty in my bed?â He muses, smirking on his features. âI wonder what Sukuna thought of his bed covered in your squirt.â
A blush heats up your cheeks. âI didn't squirt that much!?!?!â
âYou really did,â you shove him playfully, giggling then. âMy cum too though.â
âYou did it on purpose, his room!â
âMe? Never.â
Satoru absolutely did.
That's what Sukuna gets for hitting on his girlfriend, dried up cum all on his blankets â as if he could handle you â¤ď¸
heheh i hope ya'll liked horny reader for a change!!!
synopsis . Getting sandwiched in between your boyfriends but, one is really mean to you and the other just showers you with praises. content . afab!reader, threesome, overstim, praise, established relationship, spit, degrading, eiffel tower position, etc.
âWhat a stupid girl,â Geto groaned out in between the sloppy thrusts of his cock into your drooling mouth, border-line bruising the back of your throat with how rough ân rude he was being, âLettinâ us fuck you like thisâhah, you couldnât even wait until we got home. Needy slut.â
Youâre a pathetic mess of gags, choking around his heavy shaft that's busy dragging itself up and down the expanse of your tongueâkissing the very back of your throat in a way that had your cunt spasming around the other cock currently stuffed inside you. âMmgh!â Youâre left whining as your teary eyes navigate up to your dark-haired boyfriend.
Your lighter-haired partnerâwhoâs weighty balls are busy slap! slap! slapping! against your swollen clit as he plows into you from behindâis contrastingly a lot softer with his words, âAw, câmon, Suguru, donât be sâhard on her,â Gojo soothes out with his lengthy digits busy rubbing over the fat of your ass before he spreads you a little wider for himself just to catch sight of the way your cute cunt is swallowing him in deep.
âWhy not? She likes it,â Geto purrs before his hand moves under your jaw to lift your head a little bit whilst his hips angle. Those darkened purple-hued eyes of his are ever so demeaning on you, staring down at your tear-stained face as if you were exactly where you belonged (you were). âBet you want me to keep using this slutty throat of yours âtil I cum all over that tongue, huh?â
âMhmm,â You naturally start nodding your head and let the salivating pink muscle in your mouth lap eagerly against Getoâs most sensitive veinâyâknow, the one that trails the underside of his dick gorgeously.
The man cocks his head to the side and even though his thumb is actively rubbing your jaw as if to comfort you just a little, thereâs still a scarily smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Swatting his tongue out over them, âYeah? Earn it, then.â He orders before spitting down at you, the splatter landing somewhere on your cheek.
You try to better the way youâre sucking him into your mouthâyou really doâbut with the way Gojo conveniently presses his palm into the arch of your spine, causing his wet cockhead to place syrupy kisses against your spongey sweet spot, you all but choke around the thickness in between your lips.
âSuguru, look at her, sheâs tryinâ her bestâmmgh-, fuck,â Your much sweeter boyfriend tries to sympathize, despite the fact that his tip is busy branding a mean smear of cum against your cervix. Huffing, âYou gotta reward her some. Like this,â Gojo explains breathlessly before swooping a hand underneath your poor, overstimulated frame and letting his fingertips locate your clit with ease, gently swatting at it just to feel 'n watch the way your entire body twitches in reaction.
âHnngh,â You're gagging out your moans again as your eyes start to travel alll the way into the back of your skull.
Gojo only smiles as if he's being any kinder than Geto, âSee? Sheâs squeezinâ me even tighter now,â He points out. Then he's leaning down so his words can hit your ear properly, voice a soothingly deep tone that has you dripping from everywhere. âYâlike that, sweetheart?â
Like always, you're nodding before you manage to hum a muffled, âM-Mmhm!"
âLiar,â Geto sears with a harsher thrust of his hips. It's almost like he wanted you to literally eat your own words, his wide cock filling every crevice of your throat just as he'd trained it to, time and time before. Head tilting and knowing smirk flashing, âYou like someone thatâs mean to you more, be honest.â
Gojo's head flies up and his brows are all furrowed. An immediate pout takes over his lips and you think his hips stutter for a second, âAre you trying to say she likes you more than me?â
âHah," Geto laughs dryly while weaving a hand through your hair, ignoring your gags and only ever acknowledging how good the vibrations feel around his shaft. "Youâre a smart boy, Satoru. You can figure it out.â
The man behind you is left to scoff and the smack! he leaves on your ass doesn't exactly seem like it was directed towards you, âSee how easily you praise me?" He asks, rolling his eyes before looking down again. It was clear by the sudden throb in his cock that the simple phrase from Geto was getting to him. So, naturally, he had to turn the attention back to you, "Why canât you do the same for her?â
âSheâs not yâoohh f-fuck, hey-, waitâŚâ Geto's the one stammering now as he's entirely caught off-guard by your sloppy fingers dragging against his balls, his dick having somehow fallen out of your mouth and left you below him with a jaw slicked with saliva 'n spit, and your lips kissing his most sensitive places. âShiit, you missed my attention on you already? Hm?â He teases.
âMmnh," You hum while nodding. He watches you stick your tongue out like some whore before you let him see the center of it slather over a particularly delicate vein of his that trails the left side of his shaft. Then your head tips to the side and you start leaving kisses all over his length.
âFuck, I hate it when youâre cute.â Was his way of telling you he's dialing it back a bit, his touches an awfully lot softer and smoother now against your face.
You let off a moan right against his skin when Gojo pulls out of you for a second just to watch his cock wetly thwack! up against your folds, âHeâs lyinâ, sweets. He loves it.â
To which Geto shakes his head and only sends him a glare, âShut up, Satoru.â
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