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luna · nineteen · she/her

— huge sucker of frat!jo, maybe one day he'll go through my screen and treat me like the princess I am. JJK fan, mostly writes for this fandom but can do other. And I’m trying to do more fluff than smut!

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PSYCHOSOMATIC

touya todoroki x reader

SYNOPSIS: After being burned and somehow surviving death itself thanks to some weird-ass doctor, Touya returned to his family’s house. But he didn’t get the welcome he expected — or maybe he wasn’t expecting anything at all. Instead, he was sent to a psychiatric hospital, and he’s far from gentle with you, his psychiatrist.

WARNINGS: angst, bad ending, obsessive!touya, kidnapping, crazy!touya, devoted!touya, emotional dependency, not following the original story of BNHA, it takes place after Touya left the hospital following his three-year coma, smut but more fluff, and of course he’s not a minor!!

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UNTOUCHABLE

ONE MONTH TO WIN YOU OVER

Synopsis: You just wanted to get rid of that unbearable frat boy sticking to your leg like a damn toddler. And in the end, you find yourself in a mess, having to stay and bear him for a whole month. He has to make you fall in love with him.

Chapter 1: One month with the man you despite the most was hell, at least at first. You started to get to know him better, and he wasn't that bad, actually. And it was what scared you the most.

Warnings: enemies to lovers (?), reader is being a bitch, plot with porn, college au, whipped!gojo, begging!gojo, reader takes advantage of gojo.

word count: 4.2k

Masterlist - CHAPTER 2

When you start your first year of college, you didn’t think you’d have that many friends and admirers. Of course, you were pretty, funny, and the whole package. But your college life? It was way too much to ask. You know everyone—even teachers, like Kento Nanami, you were invited to every party—no need to invite yourself like some people, you’re a real prodigy in class, giving you the privilege of having really good grades, but there is a downside. Men. One man. With silver hair. Everyone loves you, but you don’t need to love everyone back. And as the rumors say, you’re untouchable. You never hooked up with one of the guys worshiping you like their goddess. Satoru Gojo is no exception; he’s surely the worst of them. You’re even asking yourself if that guy doesn’t have a folder in his gallery just for your photos to jerk off to it. He’s pushy.

At every party you attend, he’s here. Not really surprising for a frat boy, but the problem is that he’s clinging to you the entire night, and if you manage to escape from his grasp, he’ll return with full force the next day in classes. Because of course you have shared classes, but this loser doesn’t understand anything at any lessons and comes anyway just to see your pretty face—or pretty tits. He’s insufferable. This guy is such a loser in his classes that he had to repeat his first year; that’s the only reason you have to bear him. If only he had passed his year, you could have had a bit of peace. Just a little.

Sometimes, you have to physically restraint you not to throw up at his cheesy attempts to flirt. Like right now, while he’s doing lewd gestures with his hands to mimic his dick in you from his seat, not far from yours. And this stupid shirt “two seater” pointing at his head and dick is the dumbest thing you’ve seen in your life. You turn your head away when he starts whispering your name to get your attention. This jerk doesn’t know when to stop? You were pretty damn clear you didn’t want him with your multiple rejections.

"Go to hell, Gojo."

"I don’t need a man like you in my life."

"I prefer eating fucking glass than being with you."

"I don’t want you."

Maybe you just need to slap him to put him back in his place so he finally leaves you alone, but even with that, you’re not sure he’ll stop. Maybe it’ll even turn him on.

If you're honest with yourself, you could have been his pretty girlfriend, totally in love. He has that pretty face that nobody can criticize, a body damn well built that he loves to show off, a gaze that makes everyone fall on their knees for him—but his behavior ruins absolutely all his qualities. What a waste. Why do all boys with potential have a default ruining everything?

When the ringing bells pull you out of your thoughts, you’re quick to pack up your things and get out of the classroom to join your friends. Because even if you do know everyone, you have real friends like Kirara and Hakari—the hot couple of the college. But a calloused hand stops you suddenly before you can go too far, and at hand placement just below your boob, you already know who it was.

"Slow down a little, dollface, I can’t keep up with you." When he gets in front of you, his damn cocky grin plastered on his stupidly good-looking face, you can feel your annoyance rising in a second.

"What do you want this time, Gojo? My number? My Instagram? My TikTok? My fucking email? Well, guess what, I don’t have a phone. Not for you." Your cold tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, and you’re already moving around him to escape this conversation.

"What a meanie…" He whines and follows you like a lost puppy, his hand warily coming up to your nape under your hair—but just like he thought, you slap it away instantly. "Tsk. Stop playing hard to get for once! It’s starting to hurt poor lil’ ol’ me…"

His fake hurt tone makes your eyes roll, while still walking a little faster in the hope to get ride of him. “Good then.” The more your response are short, the quicker he’ll leave you alone.

"Yeah, a meanie. Can anything break through that icy little heart of yours? Or are you really heartless?" His tone is obviously ironic, but his question is half-honest. He really wants a real response in how he could makes you melt under him like all the other girls.

"Yeah, I’m heartless. So let it go, Gojo, that’s best for both of us." You manage to get rid of him by slipping into the women's bathroom as soon as it’s on your way, and you can hear him groan and something like ‘damn woman’.

Tonight, like every night, you agree to go to a party. You were a little hesitant at first because you didn’t wanna see Satoru, but Kirara is way too good at convincing people. So youre drinking from your cup while listening to Yuki complain about a guy who didn’t answer her when she asks him ‘what’s your type in women?’.

But your conversation is quickly cut off by broad shoulders. Of course, it’s Satoru, and he doesn’t pay a glance to the blonde who’s now blocked by his back while he’s facing you, still with that smug smile of his. “Well, look who it is, dollface. Didn’t know you’d be here tonight. Guess fate really wants us together.” Liar. He knew very well you’d be here. “Mind if I stay with you?”

“Since you ask, yes I mi—” Satoru doesn’t even bother letting you finish, sliding his arm around your shoulders as he owns you and guides you away from your friend, who doesn’t seem to mind since she’s already flirting with an emo guy now. She doesn’t waste any time.

“You know, it kinda breaks my heart every time you reject me. But it also makes me want you even more. Weird, huh?” His arm slides down to wrap around your waist now, like he can’t get enough of touching you in every way as soon as he can. But he puts it just high enough for him to slip his hand under your breast like every freaking time. Boy loves tits way too much. And pushing his hand away is useless because he’ll put it back anyway. ”Seriously, what do I have to do to finally win your cold heart?”

“Maybe stop being so damn annoying all the freaking time, and I’ll consider giving you a chance.” Your words only seem to amuse him because his only answer is a laugh while you’re weaving through the waves of bodies. “What’s so funny?” A confused frown is now on your annoyed expression.

“Being annoying is just me being me, baby. You can’t ask me to stop being myself.”

“Well, you can’t ask me to give you a chance then. I don’t want you, just accept it.” This seems to change something in him because his grip on you tightens and his pace quickens suddenly toward the empty kitchen. “Why are we going here, Gojo?” Being in a room so empty with him was absolutely not a plan, but he seems pretty determined to take you there.

He doesn’t answer and just keeps walking. When you’re in the kitchen, he flips you around in a rough movement, making you gasp, and pins your lower back against the kitchen island, and his hands come up to squish your cheeks together—preventing you from talking. “Listen, princess, I can’t fucking keep up with that shit. I’m doing every damn thing to get your attention, but nothing works. I tried to make you laugh, to make you happy, to make you angry, to make you fall in love, but you just keep pushing me away and...and I’m losing my damn mind over you. I’ve never been like that for a girl, okay? I always get what I want and right now I want you so I’ll have you one way or another. You hate me? Then hate me. Do you find me annoying? Then find me fucking annoying, but that’ll never make me let go of you, do you hear me? Never.”

When you barely part your lips to retort, he releases one of your cheeks to cover your mouth. “Did I tell you to open your freaking mouth? Open it only if you want to suck my dick, but I don’t think it was your intention, so shut the hell up. Please.”

His bright blue eyes are literally looking through yours, and he seems to only see you in that moment, looking at you in a weird way he never did before. “I’m going to do something I don’t usually do for girls but I’ll do it for your pretty face ‘cause I want you to the point of not sleeping at night just because I can’t stopping thinking about you, about your damn smile who’s not for me, your little finger twirling around your hair when classes are being boring, I think just about the damn way you talk...that’s driving me mad. So, please, dollface. Please...give me a chance, or at least stop rejecting me the second I came into your view. I’ll be good, I swear...Just your attention, that’s all I’m asking for. I’m begging you, I’ll get on my knees if you want. And if you still hate my guts after? I’ll leave your life. As quick as I came in.”

It was...the last thing you expected. You were expecting him to shout at you, kissing you without waiting for your consent anymore—hell, maybe he hits you. But begging you? It hadn’t even crossed your mind. But you have to admit it’s oddly endearing to see him so pathetically whipped just for a bit of your attention. Taking advantage of it can’t be that bad. “Get on your knees then. Beg me properly to give you my attention. To give you a chance to win my heart. Go on, Satoru.”

FWISH!

He’s on his knees before even thinking, the look on his face even more pathetic. He takes a shaky breath before meeting your gaze with a puppy look. “Please, I’m begging you, princess, I want your attention. I need it. Need it so fucking bad it hurts. I’ll do anything you ask, I’ll treat you like a princess, I’ll even carry your bag when your arms hurt and let you do that girly shit mask on my face that all girls like to do on their man—even if you still don’t want me after.”

That was way too good to see and hear. You could cum just at seeing him so pathetically whipped for you. Who could knows the famous frat boy could be reduce to a pathetic begging mess? He should have neveeer done that because now you’re going to use that in. Every. Single. Way. “I like you better like that.”

You ruffle his hair, then cup his face in your hands just like he did to you before. “You’ll do everything I ask? Will you be a good boy for once in your life, just for me? You’re ready to do that just for my attention?”

His nod was all you needed to see. “Okay then. I’ll give you my attention for a month. A month to win me over.”

His eyes light up, and his hands come up to cover yours, smiling like a kid who just opened his Christmas gifts. “You won’t regret it, dollface, I swear. You’ll be the happiest girl alive.”

At the college, the whispers were just like back in high school. You could feel the stares on you and Satoru from miles away, the ‘how the hell did he manage to pull that girl?’. Not too shocking, you were expecting that kind of reactions just like you expected the lack of guys trying to flirt with you. Everyone thinks you’re dating. If only they knew you were just taking great pleasure in seeing Satoru totally at your feet, they would be even more shocked. You were just playing with him, so you don’t care about the other.

Satoru is being on nine cloud and doesn’t seem to notice the weird stares, only focused on you, but he also doesn’t notice your still cold behavior from time to time. Poor boy is just blindly in love with the girl of his dreams, who was just insulting him and pushing him away since the start of the year, who now accepts his touch and accepts being showered in gifts.

The first week, you still hated him and still tried to avoid him. But eventually, you accepted your fate. As for him, he hadn’t even been bothered by your cold behavior as long as you were by his side, like promised. It was the best thing that had ever happened in his life.

The next week, you started to be literally drowned in expensive gifts and all the attention he gave you. You asked nothing from him, but he gave you everything anyway, and was ready to give you the moon just to finally have a smile from you.

The third week, he clearly couldn’t be away from you just for a minute, and it was just inconceivable to him to keep his hands to himself now that you accepted physical touch.

Now it’s the last week of the month, and the poor boy was even more on his knees for you when all you wanted was to break his little heart so he could finally let go of you. You were hoping that if he hated you enough, he’d let go of the idea of winning you over.

Right now, he’s talking about stupid anecdotes that you were only half-listening to, too busy texting Utahime. You only pick up a few words, like Sukuna having thrown a chair at some boy at a frat party. He doesn’t seem to see the way you don’t give a shit. Good, let him think you were falling for him.

You look up a second from your phone toward him, and it’s enough for your eyes to catch his happy trail showing because of his shirt being lifted up from his position, arms behind his head.

Holy shit.

You can clearly see the deep V forming above his Calvin Klein boxers. Since when is he so attractive? Spending too much time with him is starting to make you lose your damn mind. Your pussy has never been so slutty and traitorous before. What the hell is happening to you?

You force your eyes to look back down at your screen before he can see you checking him out like a whore in desperate need of his dick.

“But you know what’s worst, baby girl? He fucking blocked me! Just because I said his dick was smaller than mine—not that big of a deal, right? Everybody knows my cock’s the best of the campus, so why start crying about—”

You cut him off before he can continue his boring stories, putting your phone down and leaning on the table between you. “I need another croissant.”

Or maybe your dick.

No need to tell him twice, he’s jumping to his feet. “Right now, Milady.” And just like that, he’s gone to buy you another croissant from the coffee shop you are in. He’s so desperate to keep you that it’s starting to make you feel a little guilty to use him. Just a tiny bit.

Satoru is back with a big smile on his face, just happy to make you happy. “Got your croissant, princess.” He hands you the food, but just as you try to take it, he backs away, his smile turning into that stupid cocky grin. “But I’ll give it to you only if you’re nice enough to help me study for my next test. ‘Cause if I don’t pass it, I will, without a doubt, either have to repeat my already repeated first year of college or get expelled.”

His request takes you off guard, because since when do Satoru Gojo cares about that? But honestly, you prefer that request than the one before that month, who were just about getting in your pants. “Yeah, okay. At the library—”

“My place. I can’t study at the damn boring library with all those nerds. Finish that croissant, and we’ll go, sweetheart.” He doesn’t let you time to argue, shoving the croissant in your parted lips, making you frown in annoyance while chewing. But you don’t complain and eat while having to listen to another one of his stories.

It’s been maybe one hour now that you’re explaining a whole chapter of biology to him, sitting on his office chair while he sits on an ottoman that brings him up to the height of your knees, where the textbook is resting. His house his huge, like rich huge. But it doesn’t surprise you, considering his family’s money.

You look up from the book to make sure he is listening, and sigh heavily when you see him looking down at the book at the same moment to hide the fact that he was looking at you instead and wasn’t listening to a word. “Satoru.” Your voice is stern, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Mmh?” He gives you an innocent glance, tilting his head like a curious puppy. It shouldn’t have an effect on you, but his cute expression makes you smile despite yourself.

“If you’re not listening to me, you won’t pass that test, and you’ll come crying in my arms.” The chair cracks slightly when you lean back, crossing your arms under your chest, and that makes him look down at your breast now push out.

His cute smile turns into a flirty grin, leaning forward, throwing the book away to put his arms on your lap instead. “Maybe that’s what I want since the start of this stupid study session.” One of his finger slide up and down your thigh, his gaze fixed on yours. “Maybe I want you to squeeze my face in those perfect tits.”

That makes you choke on air and widen your eyes before your hand smacks the back of his head, who falls directly on your lap with a little whine from him, his hand coming up to rub the zone you smack. “Still such a meanie to me when I’m being so cute…”

You don’t even react to his sad pout, too busy trying to hold back the heat pooling from your pussy at just the sight of his face buried in your thighs, way too close for your liking. That guy is going to be the death of you. You’re supposed to just play him, not being turned on just by the sight of his face close to your cunt, being too slutty lately around him.

Wait...actually, fucking him could be good. Or maybe just a way to start falling in love. But when you see his face lift up with that stupidly cute pout, you don’t think. You lean down, take his face in your hands, and press your lips to his.

Satoru stays still for maybe a second before kissing you back like a starved man—because he is, clearly. He’s been literally jerking off to just thinking about your lips on his for almost a year now, so of course, he’s going to kiss you as his life depends on it.

Without breaking the kiss, he gets up while lifting you up too, and making you step back until you fall on the bed with him following just after. “Fuck..you can’t even know all the time I toughs about that…”

A shiver runs down your spine when his hands slide under your shirt to palm your tits through your bra while his mouth traces a path from your mouth to your jaw, where he nips hard enough to make you gasp.

It was stupid and completely fucked up for you to fuck him when you were gonna break his heart by the end of the week—in two days.

But you couldn’t stop yourself, you needed that, needed him. So when he groans in frustration because of your clothes bothering him, you don’t waste any time taking off your top and throwing it away without a second thought. You then take his hair in your hands and crash his mouth on yours again hungrily, making him whine.

Oh, how you love a vocal man.

He doesn’t waste any time undoing your bra in one smooth movement. When your tits are finally in his sight after months of dreaming about it, he looks at them in pure admiration before leaning down and sucking on one of your hard nipples while he palms your over breast, groaning when he hears your soft moan.

He was way too good at it, your hands clenching around his hair when his teeth tease your sensitive other nipple, before coming up again to place a quick kiss on your lips.

Your hips go up just enough so your dripping cunt can rub against his bulge. “F—fuck..Satoru, just fuck me...please.” You never thought you’d be begging the guy you used to despise so much. But here you are, grinding against him like a needy slut, asking to be fucked.

His hands slide down until they reach your waistband, tearing your pants and panties roughly, then he backs away just to be able to take off his own clothes too. You shamelessly check him out from his broad shoulders to his dick already hard to the point of aching and leaking, biting your lips to hold back a needy whimper that’ll make you seem damn too pathetic.

You don’t have time to look at him longer because he’s already on you again, pining your knees to your chest and sliding his cock between your wet folds, a needy whimper escaping him. He’s already lining himself up with your entrance, far too eager to feel your warm walls, and when he pushes himself in, you both let out a moan. He doesn’t waste a damn second before driving his cock inside you mercilessly, making you gasp. “You’re so perfect...I think I’m—fuck—gonna cum already…”

He’s pounding into you like an animal now, chasing both of your release as his forehead rests on yours while he mumbles praises, telling you how good you take it, how much he loves that pussy. When he feels your walls squeeze him and flutter, he smirks and lifts up his head to look at your flushed face. “You close, babe?”

You nod with a whine, feeling you lose control quickly under his hard thrusts. “Don’t fucking stop…”

He starts driving his cock into you even deeper, hitting your sweet spot every damn time, feeling close too as his head falls back into your neck to bite it.

After one particularly hard thrust, your orgasm hits you, nails scratching his back while your head tips back. Tears well up in your eyes from how good he’s fucking you. And he only lasts a second more, balls tightening as he bites even harder on your neck to hold back his desperate whine when hot spurts of cum start filling you up.

He slows down his thrust, legs weaker as your pussy milks his dick. “So good—fuck—so perfect, baby…” He can’t stop his praises, wanting to make sure you know how much he loves you.

You stay pressed against each other, him kissing you all over your face and neck until you eventually fall asleep.

You messed up. You don’t love Satoru Gojo. This fuck was just a one-time thing. You passed your entire night after that one thinking about how good he fucked you, how his face was buried between your tits, how he was squeezing you tightly to make sure you were still there. You were starting to get too used to him, even starting to love him despite your main goal who was to break his heart enough to make him hate you and finally let go. It needs to end. You need to go back to your plan.

And even if it starts to break your own heart to see his happy expression when he walks toward you, where you ask to meet him, in front of your coffee shop, not so yours anymore. Just a coffee shop you’ll avoid after that. Even if it hurts you more than you tough it will, you’re going to do it.

“It’s been a month. Today. I still don’t want you. So now, leave my life for good and don’t bother me anymore.” You’re back to your coldness toward him, heartless like he told you back then, before you start this shitty plan. You stay emotionless even when his expression falls, even when your heart aches.

You don’t love him.

“What—you..you can’t be serious, baby? Come on, don’t do this to me. You can’t!” He’s desperate now, his hands reaching to you in hope to stop you before you can disappear from his life as his vision starts to blur because of his tears welling up in his eyes.

But it’s too late, you’re already leaving before he could see your cold facade cracks.

You don’t love Satoru Gojo. Even if it hurts to say it now.

Sorry for my lack of activity, I was on vacation with my fiancé so I didn’t write during that time! But I’ll be back very soon, don’t worry guys

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MASTERLIST

Here goes our sweet boy Choso! You'll find all types of fic about him, like emo!choso, perv!choso or even vampire!choso. Have a good time reading all of this!

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pink bra .✦ ݁˖ - in which the perv girl gets an obsession with the emo boy of her art class and will do anything to fuck him.

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UNTOUCHABLE

ONE MONTH TO WIN YOU OVER

Chapter 1: One month with the man you despite the most was hell, at least at first. You started to get to know him better, and he wasn't that bad, actually. And it was what scared you the most.

Warnings: enemies to lovers (?), reader is being a bitch, plot with porn, college au, whipped!gojo, begging!gojo, reader takes advantage of gojo.

word count: 4.2k

Masterlist - CHAPTER 2

"Go to hell, Gojo."

"I don’t need a man like you in my life."

"I prefer eating fucking glass than being with you."

"I don’t want you."

Maybe you just need to slap him to put him back in his place so he finally leaves you alone, but even with that, you’re not sure he’ll stop. Maybe it’ll even turn him on.

His fake hurt tone makes your eyes roll, while still walking a little faster in the hope to get ride of him. “Good then.” The more your response are short, the quicker he’ll leave you alone.

“Being annoying is just me being me, baby. You can’t ask me to stop being myself.”

FWISH!

His nod was all you needed to see. “Okay then. I’ll give you my attention for a month. A month to win me over.”

His eyes light up, and his hands come up to cover yours, smiling like a kid who just opened his Christmas gifts. “You won’t regret it, dollface, I swear. You’ll be the happiest girl alive.”

The third week, he clearly couldn’t be away from you just for a minute, and it was just inconceivable to him to keep his hands to himself now that you accepted physical touch.

You look up a second from your phone toward him, and it’s enough for your eyes to catch his happy trail showing because of his shirt being lifted up from his position, arms behind his head.

Holy shit.

You force your eyes to look back down at your screen before he can see you checking him out like a whore in desperate need of his dick.

You cut him off before he can continue his boring stories, putting your phone down and leaning on the table between you. “I need another croissant.”

Or maybe your dick.

“Mmh?” He gives you an innocent glance, tilting his head like a curious puppy. It shouldn’t have an effect on you, but his cute expression makes you smile despite yourself.

It was stupid and completely fucked up for you to fuck him when you were gonna break his heart by the end of the week—in two days.

Oh, how you love a vocal man.

He was way too good at it, your hands clenching around his hair when his teeth tease your sensitive other nipple, before coming up again to place a quick kiss on your lips.

You nod with a whine, feeling you lose control quickly under his hard thrusts. “Don’t fucking stop…”

He starts driving his cock into you even deeper, hitting your sweet spot every damn time, feeling close too as his head falls back into your neck to bite it.

He slows down his thrust, legs weaker as your pussy milks his dick. “So good—fuck—so perfect, baby…” He can’t stop his praises, wanting to make sure you know how much he loves you.

You stay pressed against each other, him kissing you all over your face and neck until you eventually fall asleep.

You don’t love him.

But it’s too late, you’re already leaving before he could see your cold facade cracks.

You don’t love Satoru Gojo. Even if it hurts to say it now.

UNTOUCHABLE

frat!jo x reader

SYNOPSIS: You just wanted to get rid of that unbearable frat boy sticking to your leg like a damn toddler. And in the end, you find yourself in a mess, having to stay and bear him for a whole month. He has to make you fall in love with him.

WARNINGS: porn with plot, bitchy!reader, forceful!gojo, college au, no curse au, 2000s, fem!reader, forced proximity, reader is mean to Satoru, frat!jo, specific warning will be add on each chapter.

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CHAPTER 1 - One Month To Win You Over

CHAPTER 2 - Revenge

CHAPTER 3 - Cry Baby

boyfriend!heian!sukuna is an old-ass man who doesn’t understand a damn thing about your generation. But he tried. Really.

Frowning at his phone after successfully getting onto TikTok, he calls you, "woman! What does ‘sybau’ mean?"

"Shut Your Bitch Ass Up." You answer calmly, coming to sit down next to him and pick up a book under his glare.

He almost scoffs at how calm you sound while literally insulting him. "Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me like that? Even ME, I don’t dare talking to you that way, so you better kneel and excuse yourself before I kill every damn person in this wor—"

"Jesus, calm down!," you cut him off. "That’s what ‘sybau’ means, you freak."

Side-eyeing him, you go back to reading your book after you make sure he lowers his gaze back on his phone in shame.

boyfriend!heian!sukuna has real trouble letting his woman go out without him, and to a party on top of it all. What kind of man is getting lectured by a woman just because he told her she couldn’t leave the house?

He scoffs, then orders, "Hell no, you’re not going out like that. Not going out at all! Get your ass back in that bed right now."

And there it is, the slow turning and woman glare. "Excuse me, boy? Did I hear you right? Or did I just fucking dream of you ordering me around?"

He was tempted to risk it all, but he doesn’t want to sleep on the couch again, so he lowers his head. "No, sorry…have a nice party…"

This new world is worse than hell for him.

boyfriend!heian!sukuna who first didn’t even know what to say, saw how freaky you were.

Your wide eyes were fixed on him in pure astonishment after he announced having two cocks. "You have two peepees?! Oh, my—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you won’t want the two, and I understand that so—"

You cut him off, raising your fists in the air. "Hell yeah! I just hit the fucking jackpot, baby!"

Now it’s his time to look at you in astonishment. Those women are crazy these days.

boyfriend!heian!sukuna can’t even complain about how freaky you are. He loves it. And that’s the only moment when he can put you back at your place.

He chuckles, looking down at you. "Now you keep your mouth shut, huh? No more smartass from you? That’s quite the ideal life."

Your mouth is full of your own panties, wrists pinned by his first pair of hands while the other holds your hips down all the while pounding into you mercilessly. But he was nice this time; he only used one of his cocks.

He leans down, biting your neck with that cocky grin plastered on his face, loving the squirming you do. "That’s so good when I don’t hear your voice complaining. I love you better that way, woman."

Hearing your desperate whimpers beside the cotton fabric of your panties, he soothes the bite and lifts his face to meet your gaze. "You already want to cum? That’s only been three hours. You’re getting weaker, human."

boyfriend!heian!sukuna started cooking for you despite his persuasion that this is a job for women.

"Woman! Where did you put the fucking slat again?! I keep losing it because of you! Just follow my instructions for once in your goddamn life. The salt and pepper are on this shelf, okay? Stop messing up my arranging." He sighs while pinching the bridge of his scrunched nose.

You giggle and come beside him, wrapping your harms around his large torso. "Sorry little wifey. I put it in the sweet-shelve. I’ll pay more attention next time!"

"Don’t call me wifey."

"Stop calling me woman then."

boyfriend!heian!sukuna who can’t believe he’s actually in love with you. Completely whipped and ready to slaughter anybody hurting you or looking at you wrong. Without you knowing, of course. You’ll kill him yourself otherwise because of that be-nice-to-people bullshit. You’re lucky he loves you. Or the other way around.

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PINK BRA

pairing: emo!choso x fem!reader

summary: the talkative and all pink girl, who never curses or hates someone is a real perv. And she always has a prey to chase in the college, and now it’s the quiet, emo boy from her art class.

warnings: mdni, pervert!reader, college au, no curse au, smut, dom!reader, sub!choso, plot with porn, unprotected sex, dirty talk.

a/n: i love perv!reader, might do other fic of emo!choso and her.

word count: 3.7k

"His dick would destroy me sooo good."

Your friends look at you with wide eyes, clearly not expecting such filthy words from you.

Actually, nobody can expect that. You’re the cute, pinky girl who’s friends with everyone, talkative, sweet, and all those things. But you’re also another thing. A pervert.

However, you don’t show it. You just let your eyes linger too long on the guys with grey sweatpants showing very well their dick or all sweaty in the gym, you touch in ‘accident’ their arms or thighs, you have to actually bite your lips to contain your moans to slip out when a guy is too good looking.

When a guy is really hot, you sometimes just finger yourself on a picture of him.

And your little naughty obsession for the moment is that emo boy from your art class. Choso Kamo.

He’s your complete opposite, and that’s exactly why you want him.

When you first notice him after finally forgetting your former obsession, it's instant.

You knew you wanted him, needed him. And you’re gonna have him, one way or another.

"Okay, first…since when do you talk like that? Second…the emo boy?! No, that’s a big no. He’s weird, never talks to anyone, probably doesn’t even know what a pussy looks like, and I’m pretty sure he’s a satanist." Your friend looks in the same direction as you, making a disgusted face at the sole sight of Choso.

Those words make your eyes roll in exasperation, your pink lips pouting. "Be nice. He’s the sweetest boy on Earth, I’m sure. And if he is a satanist, then I’ll let him drink my blood."

Your other friend, still shocked by your sudden words from earlier, scoffs. "Don’t pout like a doll while saying such kinky stuff. Let him drink your blood? Seriously?"

"You two are so narrow-minded. I’m going to see someone who’ll actually like talking to me!" You faked an annoyed scoff, suddenly getting up from your seat.

Class hadn’t started yet, your art teacher is always late. So that means you can move and choose a new seat, right. next. to. Him.

"Hii!" You plop down on the chair next to his, dropping your pink bag to the ground and immediately leaning toward him. "Do you know me?"

The poor boy looks at you with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your sudden appearance. That’s not difficult to tell, he never actually talked to a girl. But that makes him even better. "Uh…I..yes, the cheerful girl. Always talking and giggling at everything like the world is all pink and glitter."

Oh.

So he does know you.

Baby, you’re not ready for what’s coming.

"Nice to hear you know me then, no need to do all the introduction thing…that’s kinda boring. You’re Choso, right? You know, I looove your style! And the black paint on your nails? Cool. Do you think it would suit me well if I paint mine in black too? We could match! And those two messy buns you have, they’re so cute…it’s like, the perfect hairstyle for you, I wouldn’t see you with anything else! Maybe I should do it too…but that would be too much matching things. Can I borrow your pen for the lesson? Ah, no, forget it, mine is better for me. Oh no, actually yours is really better—"

"Stop." He puts his hand in front of him, stopping you in your tracks. He’s almost panting from trying to catch every word you say, but it’s an impossible mission with how quickly you talk and go from one topic to another. You can’t just shut up. Not with someone like him. "You…you can take whatever you want…just, stop talking so quickly. I can’t keep up…"

Your hands take his to put them down, lips curved up in an amused way as you lean toward him. "Aw, you're so cute. Okay, okay, I'll slow down so you can hear every single word I say. Because it would be a shame if you don't hear the sole person talking to you in this class and maybe in your life in general."

Letting go of his hands before he starts heating up more than he already is, you continue, "So, about that nail painting...want to go to my place? It would be fun."

He looks away, eyes searching for something that isn't you, and starts fiddling with his fingers. "You sure..? I don't know if it's a good idea..."

"Why would it be a bad idea? It's just nail painting. Nothing bad."

You want more than just nail painting. Actually, if he could paint your walls in white it would be good, very good, but it's not your objective obviously.

Or maybe it is.

It is.

He's just so sexy, the way he avoids looking directly into your eyes, how he fiddles nervously with his fingers, his liner slightly smudged by wearing it all day, his shy behavior, the way his lips part when he talks. Wait, he's talking right now.

"—but I just need it."

...need what? Your pussy? Because you can totally give it to him right fucking now without second thought.

Tilting your head to the side, you ask, "Oh, yeah, of course, but, uh...what do you need again?

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he responds,"Your address. To get to your place after my last class... it's what you want, right?"

"Ohh, yeah, yeah, sorry, my bad. I already forgot I proposed the nail painting at my place. Such a dummy." When the teacher walks in twenty minutes late, you turn forward. "Anyway, let's focus now."

"You made it!" You step aside, letting the obviously nervous boy inside your apartment, purposefully brushing your arm against his as you close the door.

It's the first time you have a shy boy like him in your place, most of the time it's an over-confident guy who mostly talks about themselves and hardly think about asking you the simplest question in the world: 'how are you?'. It's refreshing to have someone like Choso here, but you're not sure you're going to get fucked tonight since he doesn't even dare take off his coat or even sit on the couch you're already in.

"You can take off your coat and sit down, you know? I'm not going to bite you. Not now, at least. Or maybe you're the one scared to bite me, mh? Are you a vampire? A horrible blood-sucker who came here to devour me?"

With wide eyes, he stops his gesture to remove his coat. "Wh-what..?! Absolutely not! I'm not a vampire...do I look like one? Do I scare people? Oh no, Yuji told me my style was scaring people...they think I'm a vampire..."

You frown, looking him up and down before laughing openly at him. Does he really believe people are not talking to him because he looks like a vampire? He is really too naive. But that's a cute side of him you already love too much.

"Sweetie, relax. I was just messing with you. It was a joke, okay? Stop stressing over dumb stuff like that!"

Getting up, you take his coat from him and throw it on the chair with yours and lead him to sit on the sofa in front of the coffee table, where lie all the nail paint you have. So a lot. "When I waited for you, I got an idea."

His eyes follow your form as you sit down next to him, raising an eyebrow. "What idea?"

"Thanks for asking. You're still going to paint my nails in black, but instead of matching...I'm going to paint yours pink! Isn't that a soooo cool idea, huh?!" The silent settling lets you quickly understand he doesn't approve of this, but that's not like you care. So you take the black paint and hand it to him.

"I'm not...I'm not really thrilled about this...without offense." His shaky hands open the nail painting with his eyes fixed on it to avoid your gaze. "I'm not a big fan of pink. I think everyone can say that."

"And I'm not a fan of black, but it's fun to try new things, Choso! Just for now, at least, you'll see, you're going to love discovering new things. Even if you hate it after, at least you'll know for sure that pink isn't your thing at all. And you'll think about me every time you see pink, just like I'll think about you for black."

Nodding, he takes one of your hands in his and starts applying the black paint. His touch his delicate and soft, fingers precise on his work, and that's not really surprising since you two are in art class. "That's one positive way to see things. You're...so the opposite of me, I don't quite understand why you started talking to me in class. Was it a challenge or something you do between friends?"

Looking down at your hand being in his, you hum, "Mmh...no, of course not. It would be very mean."

The way he applies the nail paint is really precise. Makes you wonder if his fingers could be that precise in your pussy, already dripping just from the idea. If it were anyone else, you would already have skipped the whole nice act and would suck his dick until he's whimpering and begging to be inside you. But you're doing slow now, you want to have him the longest possible.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he asks, "Your other hand, please..."

You change your hands and place the painted one on your thigh and the other one in his hands. "Do you think black suits me?"

He lifts his head to look at you, his first smile appearing on his beautiful face. "Yeah. Yeah, it looks fine on you."

"Oh my Lord...smile more, please. You're gorgeous when you smile!" It's true that this smile just lights up his whole face.

Talking with him is really soothing. He's calm, intelligent in every topic, lets you talk even when you cut him off mid-sentence, chuckling every time you start rumbling about something nonstop. He's really a good guy, and maybe sex isn't the only thing you want with him anymore. But of course you still want it, so when you finish applying the pink paint on his nails, you lean toward him, the corners of your lips curved up. "You know what type of pink this one is?" Without letting him respond, you continue, "It's my bra's pink."

"Mybra pink..? I think I don't know this shade...I only know baby pink, salmon pink, hot pink, neon pink—"

Frowning, you look at him, listing all the shades of pink he knows, not believing your eyes. You shake your head and stop him from saying more. "No, no, Choso...ugh, I was flirting with you! I was saying that this pink on your nails is the same pink as my bra. The thing holding my tits."

"Oh." His throat works as he swallows, eyes looking down at your chest before looking away, like the police will come arrest him for looking a micro-second at your tits. "Sorry, I...I didn't..."

Chuckling, you cup his face and approach yours until there is only a centimeter separating you. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that? I could eat you up right now..."

His adorable wide eyes lock on yours. "Aren't I am supposed to eat you since I'm the one looking like a vampire..?"

"Pfft. Yeah, right. Then go ahead, vamp." You lean back on your elbows, waiting for him to lift your skirt and push your panties to the side, but instead, he's just looking at you in confusion that he tries to hide.

That boy is starting to be too virginal for you.

So you get up and take his coat to give it to him. "It was a nice evening. Come back here whenever you want. See you in art class, vamp."

You want to bounce on that dick bad. Real bad. But he doesn't get the damn hit even when you're clear about it.

"It's so hot in here with you..."

"You want to take some fresh air?"

Or, "I need to ride something right now."

"Oh, well, I don't think you'll find a horse in here."

And again, "Can I suck you?"

"What? But I'm not a lollipop..."

That's unbelievable. How can someone be so clueless and innocent? You started thinking he was doing this on purpose, or maybe he just didn't want you. But if he really didn't want you, he wouldn't accept to be at your place again like every evening now.

You two are just watching Twilight after laughing again about the whole vampire thing about him, curled up on your couch and not close enough for your liking. So you move closer and closer to him every minute until you're flush against him. And what you didn't expect was for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders. That boy is too sweet; you're definitely in love.

"Thank God I'm not a disco ball like him every time I go under the sun."

You giggle and put your head against his chest. "Yeah, it would be annoying. Team Jacob, anyway, those dumb-ass vampires can't compete with him."

He frowns and looks down at you. "Jacob? That boy is shirtless every time, is he a nudist or something? At least Edward is dressed like a real man, not a savage."

"But he's a disco ball."

"But he's not an animal."

You two started a competition over who's the better boy, and in the end, agreed to say Alice was better than everyone else in this saga. Talking and laughing were cool and all, but now you need to fuck him. You started talking to him for that special goal, didn't you?

Tugging on his collar to get his attention, you ask, "Remember the pink paint you put on my nails last time?" He nods with a little hum, so you continue, "Well...I need your help to find the perfect pink I want for this week."

His lips immediately stretch in a smile. "Oh, I'd be happy to help you! What do you need me for?"

Smiling with full teeth, you lean toward him until you're sure he'll feel your breasts press against him. "Take off your pants."

You already know your bluntness will cause him to blush and start stumbling over his words like a teenager, and that's only better. And just like you predict, his eyes widen, and his jaw drops in pure shock.

"Wh..what? Why do you...why do you need me to take off my pants? I don't understand...how can it help you find the right color for your nails...?" He's already straightening up, but he keeps one hand on your thigh that was here since the start of the movie night.

You tilt your head to the side with that fake innocent face you do so well. "I heard some girls saying that...dick's tip is the perfect color to paint our nails. And you're the only boy I know!" Lie.

"You...want to see the color of my...tip..?" He looks at you for a moment and sighs, already melting under your innocent face. "Okay then...as long as it helps you."

Oh yeah, baby, it will definitely help you.

He unbuttons his jeans with shaky hands, clearly nervous to show that part of him. Maybe it's small, or not good-looking? You saw a ton of dick in your life, and there were all types of them, long, short, thick, thin, ugly as fuck, too pretty not to be ridden, curved on the side, curved so it slapped on the stomach, straight or even—

HOLY SHIT.

He's hard, and it's not big, it's huge! You lean down to see his dick better, lips parted in shock. "Whoa..." You're literally in fascination. It's curved just right to slap his abdomen, long enough you're sure it will hit your cervix without difficulties, thick to the point it will surely stretch you to the hilt. You're going to have so much fun bouncing on it.

"You...you're happy now? You got the color?" He doesn't even look down, his head turns away to hide his blush.

He flinches when you chuckle, air hitting his sensitive cock. "Yeah, I'm really happy now. Buuut...can I touch it?"

This time, he lowered his head to look at you in pure shock again. Oh, wait, no, that's not shock. That's arousal. "Really..? You...uh, yeah, okay."

Naughty boy.

You don't waste a second and wrap your fingers around his shaft, squeezing it hard enough to make him gasp—whine, actually. "Does it feel good?" The pathetic whimper he lets out answers your question and encourages you to start pumping his dick, your hand going up and down in synchronisation with his desperate whimpers.

"Ngh! Oh my—you're so good at that...are you—fuck—sure you don't know any other boy..?"

"Of course, sweetie, it's the first time I've done that kind of thing to someone." Leaning down, you start doing a cat lick on his tip that makes his hips jerk toward your face, his whimpers turning into lewd pornographic moans.

Hearing those noises makes your panties wet as hell, moving so you can grind on your heel in this new position without stopping, jerking him. "Do you want to fuck me, little vamp? Want to be inside me soo bad, huh? Feel my tight cunt squeezing you 'til you fill me up? Need to bury that big and tick cock inside somethin' warm and wet? Mh? You want that, Cho?"

"Yes, yes, please—ngh!, please..." Even if his eyes are closed, you can see the tears forming in the corners of them, making you grin.

It's too good to finally have him, and you don't have the courage to make him wait. So you release his hardness and get on top of him, thanking yourself for having put on a skirt today to let you have easy access to get fucked. "That's a good boy...begging to fuck me."

Your panties are sticking to your folds because of how wet you are now, and his teary eyes don't help. You don't wait any longer and push your panties to the side before sliding his tip up and down your folds. He moans immediately, hands gripping your hips like a vice, letting you know you'll have bruises tomorrow.

Keeping your torturous gesture to just slide his dick between your folds starts making Choso groan in frustration. "Stop that—hah—that's mean...I want to be inside, please, I can't wait longer..."

"Aw, my little vamp is getting impatient now?" You teased, then finally gave him what he wanted by pushing his tip inside, sliding down slowly to adjust to him. You both groan at the feeling, pushing deeper and deeper until he's balls deep inside your dripping pussy.

Throwing his head back, he whimpers. "You're too tight!"

"I know Cho, and you're too big. But you're inside and that feels so good, isn't it?", you coo, pushing his stray strands away from his sticky forehead.

You stay still a moment, letting him feel every centimeter of your gripping walls while you feel the pulse of his hard cock. "Want me to move or stay like that a littl' longer?"

He nods quickly, muttering between his whines. "Yes, please, move."

You start going up and down his length slowly at first, your own moans matching his. He's just so big and thick, just like you like. He can't even form proper words, just muttering some begging and letting out desperate whimpers and moans. His dick stretches you as you've never been before, but the pain doesn't scare you from fastening your bouncing. And just like you, though, his dick hit your cervix without pushing much, pressing on your g-spot at every thrust.

"You feel so good," he gasps. "So tight. I'm going to—hah—don't stop, please, please..."

"Oh, don't you worry, I'm not planning on stopping 'til we both reach our release." And just like I said, you bounce nonstop on his cock, making his cockhead rub that gummy spot inside you every time, your eyes rolling back. It's been so long now that your pussy is even more sensitive than before, and you're not one to complain about it.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—" And he did. He cums with your name on his lips, his head thrown back again.

You feel your own climax coming, so you rub your clit against his pelvis each time you push him inside to the deep. You cum with a few more bounces, slumping down onto him just after, panting like him.

"That was...so good." He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

Smiling, you lift your head and say, "Yeah, I know, I'm good at this."

"Oh, so you finally admit you've done it before and that you know other boys." He tilts his head to the side with a playful grin.

"Oh. Yeah, okay...I know other boys." You chuckle and brush your thumb on his smudged eyeliner to wipe it off. "But you're the best of them."

"Does that mean we're together or it's just a... one-time thing?" He stroked your hair with one hand while the other stroked your back.

Being together? That didn't even crossed your mind since you always just do one-time thing with every boy. But now that he mentions it, having him as your boyfriend could be good, really good.

"I guess we can be together, my vamp boyfriend."

The next day, you're with your friends in art class. "So, like I said a few days ago, his dick destroyed my walls good. More than I thought, even."

When your emo-now-boyfriend-and-no-more-obsession comes in, you run to him and immediately show him your nails. "Look! It's your tip's color! That's the perfect color for me, right?"

lnxlf

frat!sukuna can’t bear seeing someone else being better than him at something, so he starts a stupid grade competition with nerd!reader.

warnings: mention of sex.

frat!sukuna who never talked, looked, or even noticed you. The quiet, shy nerd girl from practically all his classes. He's too busy partying with all his buddies or fucking around with everyone.

frat!sukuna who never felt so humbled before, after getting into a group project with you.

"So...what do you want me to d—"

You cut him off, already working without a glance at him. "Nothing. I'll do everything myself. I don't want to have a bad grade because of you, so don't do anything, thank you."

For the rest of class, his eyes only stayed fixed on you in pure shock from your boldness.

frat!sukuna who started complaining about you to his frat buddy, still shocked by being humbled so easily by a nerd.

Sukuna scoffs, rubbing his temple, then says, "No, really, who does she think she is? Does she think she is better than me? Smarter? Cooler? Stronger?"

Laughing, Satoru pats his back. "Man, don't worry your little head about it. She's just probably as arrogant as my twin. Thinking they're better just because they have better grades than everyone else and all that nerdy shit."

"Well, they're good at something we aren't. I'll be arrogant too." Toji shrugs, getting a glare from Sukuna.

"Shut the hell up. You're already arrogant enough." Sukuna runs his hands over his face, sighing loudly before he suddenly straightens up with a determined face. "I'm going to prove to her that I can be fucking smart, smarter than her. No way a nerdy girl is going to be better than me at anything and thinks she can humiliate me."

frat!sukuna who started to work harder instead of partying, just to surpass you, wanting to prove to you that he's smarter than you think. Even if he realises he really doesn't understand anything.

frat!sukuna finally got the better grade he never had. A fucking B. He smirks and leans toward his desk to tap your shoulder, making you turn around with a raised eyebrow. Cute confused face. Anyway. "I got a B."

"Oh, that's great. I got an A." You smile at him and then turn back toward the board, letting him with his annoyance.

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in frustration and plops down in his chair, then mutters, "bitch..."

frat!sukuna got his competitive side raised to the max with you, never stopping to study, prioritizing his grades over party, and even told his friends to fuck off when they tried to get him going at the frat party. He's literally a frat's president and doesn't go to the party just to be better than a nerd girl who doesn't give a shit about him.

frat!sukuna couldn't believe it when he got an A. A damn freaking A. No way in hell you got better than him.

"A+. Why do you ask?"

Your tone is just so unfazed, and your expression shows too much how you don't give a damn about him. He would liked it better if you were a little condescending or at least happy to be better than him. But no, you just don't care.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" He throws his test in the bin, not believing someone is actually better than him at something and doesn't even seem phased about it.

frat!sukuna finally got a better grade. Okay, he just threatened the nerdy twin of Satoru to do the work, but he still got a better grade than you, so he doesn't care.

"What do you have to say now, huh? I got an A+, and you got only a poor, pathetic, little A. What a shame." He's standing tall in front of you, chest out, proud smirk.

"Mmh...that's good for you, Sukuna. You want a reward or something?" Oh. Why the condescending tone now? He's the one better now, so why are you condescension now? That's stupid.

He nods, leans toward you, and says, "Yeah. Gimme a reward."

frat!sukuna who certainly didn't expect that. You just sealed your lips to his, your small hands holding his jaw like he's the one fragile here. Kissing the nerdy girl from his classes that he only noticed because she humbled him wasn't in his plan, but he's Sukuna Ryomen, and he's not known for refusing a kiss from anybody. So he kissed you back, tongue slipping between your soft lips and pushing you flush against him by holding your waist in his big hands.

frat!sukuna who now directly asks you for private lessons to have good grades, but that—mostly—ends up in a good fuck session. Because having good grades doesn't mean stopping his fuck streak, which he broke recently because of you.

I'm so sorry it's really short...

lnxlf

ARCADE

pairing: nerd!gojo x fem!reader

summary: when the nerd from the arcade gets too confident and wants to make the new hot employee of the arcade cum.

warnings: plot with porn, begging!gojo, whimpering!gojo, needy!reader, slutty!reader, 2000s, !!!!JOB!!!!

word count: 3.2k

The j-word. A...a job. You needed it after your parents refused to keep paying for your personal pleasure—like expensive bags from Gucci, clothes that cost more than a damn car, high heels, and all that bitchy stuff you couldn’t live without.

The only j-word you find was at the arcade, that place full of nerds and greasy hair. Ew. Just ew. But you needed money, so you could make an effort just for that vacation. It will be a quick trip to hell.

At least, that’s what you thought until your eyes fell on that nerd. Bright blue eyes peer out from under those glasses, his messy hair ruffled from the time he runs his hand through it. His calloused hands are from playing and holding a pen to write essays, just for fun. Broad shoulders, unfortunately, are covered under those large sweatshirts.

That nerd was attractive. It makes your pussy act all slutty.

Your job might not be so boring in the end. You catch his name after walking next to him and his friends—Satoru. Satoru Gojo. You heard his last name a few times, but you can’t remember where you heard it. But do you care ? Absolutely not. All you need is to have a taste of that dick, which is surely huge—all nerds have huge dick, right? That’s the rumor you heard, but you’ve never fucked with a nerd because they’re not good-looking enough in your college, but that one? A rare gem. An angel sent from Heaven.

But he doesn’t seem to notice you, even when you bend down just enough to show off your lacy panties, even when you show off your tits with the best cleavage you have; nothing catches his attention. Usually, a virgin looks straight up here, and a boner pops just from that. But this one just seems...too nerdy to think about that. Great.

Your last option was to actually talk to him when he’s without his friends, but it’s so embarrassing to talk to him just to get his damn attention. Fucking annoying nerd. But after spending your entire night shift thinking about how to make him talk to you first, you finally find the perfect idea.

You placed an ‘out of order’ sign on his favorite arcade machine, and that’s how he’s now in front of you with a shy smile on his lips as he looks away from your cleavage. "Uh...sorry to bother you, but can I know why the arcade machine here—" He points at the machine. "—is out of order?"

A lazy grin spread on your perfect lips as you leaned toward him , showing off more of your tits to just have a damn glance. "Hmm...it’s not working anymore, my boss told me to wait for a professional to repair it, but they’re only coming at the end of the week."

"Oh...a maintenance technician? I, uh...I’m pretty good at repairing those things. I have one at my house." Of course, this nerd has that stupid thing at his place; it doesn’t surprise you at all. "Maybe I could check on it instead of having to wait until the end of the week. If...if that’s okay, of course ! I don’t want to seem pushy just to get to play... "

You almost roll your eyes at his shy behavior, but instead, you put on the best hopeful expression you can. "You really can do that? That’d be soo nice of you, really!" You put a hand on his arm, batting your lashes at him when he finally put his gaze on you. "You’re sure it doesn’t bother you ? I wouldn’t want to put our best customer in an annoying position."

He seems even more shy now that your hand brushes his arm, his cheeks visibly burning, and his eyes looking in every direction. "It, uh...doesn’t bother me at..at all, really. I’d be happy to help my favorite place—wait, did..did you say I was your best customer?"

Does every nerd stutter that much, or just him? If it were anyone else, you would have mocked them and straight laughed at their face, but it’s oddly attractive when it’s from him. "Mhmm…" You hum, scooting just a little closer to see his eyes widen even more as his breath catches just from that. "Our best customer, and my favorite."

He forces a chuckle that sounds more like a trembling whine. That boy is clearly not used to having a girl that close to him. Maybe his dick is hard ? When you try to look down, he suddenly turns around to go to the arcade machine, making you face-palm and mutter to yourself. "Are you fucking kiddin’ me…" He really wanted to repair that stupid thing that wasn’t even broken. You just put that sign to make him come to you.

You sigh loudly and join him, leaning on the side of the machine, your gaze lingering shamelessly on his now visible arms after he rolled up his sleeves. If your pussy could walk, she would definitely jump on him. You watch him press the button of the machine to activate it, only to see his gaze flick up to yours in confusion. "Uh...it works."

"Really ?! You’re soo talented !" Your eyes widen in fake awe, stepping closer to him and brushing your hand again on his arm. "Even my boss couldn’t repair it...you’re so impressive, sweetie." Your voice is all honeyed as you watch his flustered face through your lashes.

"I just, uh...turned it on...it wasn’t even broken." He looks away from you, scratching the back of his neck as he tries not to look down at your breast practically pressed against him now.

"Really ? Then, you’re really intelligent to have thought about turning it on. I like smart man, that’s attractive." You tilt your head to the side, playing innocent despite your obvious flirting making his cheeks flushes even more.

"That’s...that’s cool…" He nods and takes a step back, which makes you frown, but you respect the new distance. Poor boy is going to have a nosebleed if you continue like that. "Uh...I’m going to...to play then."

You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep your frustration in check, your nails digging in your hand from how hard you clench your fists. Why does he prefer his stupid fucking game to you? Is he really stupid or completely oblivious to what he has just in front of his eyes?

You take a breath to calm yourself down as he’s already starting a game, his focus now solely on the screen, illuminating his blue eyes and perfect face. It takes you a second to think about a new reason to pass more time with him, standing silently. Then it clicked, and you leaned back again on the side of the machine arcade. "Want to take a drink after my shift? I really want to thank you for having managed that little machine...It’s on me, of course."

He doesn’t even look away from his game, but you notice his movement fluttering and his focus wavering. Of course, you notice. "A drink...like..like the two of us?"

"Mhm, the two of us. Alone."

You look at him fidgeting with the glass of his milkshake nervously, your face leaning in your hands, a satisfied grin on your lips. He had accepted the drink, but only if it was for something sweet and not alcohol. You didn’t really care as long as you could have him alone, even if a table is separing you two and he avoid your eyes. "Is it good?"

He almost flinches at the sound of your voice, his eyes looking up at you just a second before looking around. "Y—yeah. Good." He doesn’t really talk, or if he does, it’s just cute stuttering. He’s the sweetest and hottest guy you've ever seen in your life.

You lean down on the table to catch his eyes, one of your hands coming to fidget with his glass too—just so that your hands brush. "I know something sweeter than your milkshake. And wayy tastier. Want to try?"

His eyes widen in that cute way, making your grin slide into an amused smile. "I don’t...I don’t think I get what you mean."

"My pussy."

That caught him off guard, and he choked on air, a chuckle escaping you as you pat his hand. "Breath, baby boy. Don’t start dying on me."

He actually looks like he was about to explode right now, eyes wide, cheeks red, mouth parted in pure shock. "I...I just….you’re...You’re something else, you know..? How can you be so...so straightforward?"

You just shrug and lean back, crossing your arms under your chest without breaking eye contact even for a second. Seeing him all blushing and embarrassed was way too endearing to stop right now. "I just like saying what I want. And what I want right now is you."

His throat works as he swallows hard, his hands now playing with his sleeves as he looks at you nervously. "And...and why do you me out of all people? I’m not exactly the kind of boys that attract the attention of girls like you. And I’m not saying it in a bad way ! Not at all ! It’s just..you know, someone more confident and less...nerdy is more your type of men, or at least it looks like it ! But I’m not saying you’re just like every cliché we can see and—"

You sigh loudly to cut him off, stretching your legs under the table to brush his. "You’re always this talkative when you’re embarrassed?"

That shuts him up, and he looks down in shame at his knees. "Yeah…" He mumbles, his glasses sliding down on his nose.

"And in bed? The noisy type? Oh wait, you’re sooo a virgin, so forget it." Your tone is now more mocking, but never mean. You can’t be mean to such a cutie-patootie.

He just stays silent now, a little pout forming on his lip as he looks up at you above his glasses. But his gaze change from embarrassed from something weird, making ou arch an eyebrow. "I may be a virgin, but I’m sure I could make you cum. So stop teasing me like that."

Oh. Now he’s even more interesting. You rest your elbows on the table and put your chin on your knuckles, smiling at him in pure amusement. "Bold of you to think a virgin can make me cum. But it’s cute."

His little frown now only makes the heat pool even more in your panties, having to squeeze your thighs together. "Stop teasing me I said. You’re a real brat, you know that?"

"Then fuck the attitude out of me."

"No need to ask me twice. We’re going to my place right now." He’s already on his feet, actually ready to fuck you after getting so humbled and mocked. That makes you chuckle as you get up too, clinging to his arms as you go out, purposefully pressing your breasts against him and taking great pleasure in seeing his confidence slowly crumbling with each step toward his fancy car.

He opens the door for you like a real gentleman, helping you get in like he’s your sweet boyfriend instead of the guy who’s going to fuck you just because you teased him enough to pick at his ego.

The ride toward his home is silent, not in an uncomfortable way, though. You’re just looking at the road, a big smile on your lips, while he’s probably thinking about all the ways to make you cum.

When you arrived at his place, your jaw literally dropped. His house was fucking huge—hopefully like his dick. You already knew he was rich just by the sight of his car, but that house was just a damn mansion. And your eyes widen even more when you enter, the inside being even more impressive. Seeing your reaction, he giggles softly, and it’s enough to make your pussy thirstier. You were hungry, damn. "Didn’t expect I’d have a house like that?"

"Nope." You take a few steps, looking around before flopping on the couch. Comfortable. Could have sex on it. "Where is your bedroom?"

"Upstairs." He offers you his hand that you take eagerly as you follow him toward the stairs until you reach his room. Big, but way too nerdy for your liking. Comic books, a huge gamer computer, a whiteboard with a lot of numbers on it, a desk covered in notebooks and pens, a lot of figurines on his bookshelves—anyway, it’s nerdy.

You turn toward him, and before he can react, you push him backward so he falls on the bed with a slight ‘oof’, before you start climbing on him. "So...gonna make me cum, hm? Still so sure of yourself ?" Your hands slowly pull his sweatshirt up just enough to see—

DAMN!

What a waste to hide a body built like a god behind those oversized clothes. His abs are well defined, just like his V, showing because of his sweatpants being low on his hips. You bite your lips at the sight and look up at his face, all flushed. How cute. You lowered your head again to lick from his happy trail and up his chest, making him shudder and grip your hair. You swear you can also hear a small ‘fuck’ escaping him. So virgin.

You straddle him and take off your top under his eyes, wide in awe, not even knowing what to do anymore. Wasn’t he supposed to make you come? You throw the cloth away and tilt your head. "You good, pretty boy? Or do I need to go even slower for your brain?"

His jaw clenches as his hands over your sides, not daring to touch while his eyes are fixed on your big tits just like you wanted since the first day you saw him. "I...I’m good...please, continue."

"Hmm, eager, are we ?" You chuckle and put his trembling hands on your skin before unclipping your bra, letting your bare breasts free. You can already feel a bulge forming in his sweatpants, pressing against your core. A proud smile spread on your lips as you started grinding against him in a slow, torturous pace.

He whines, his hands pressing even more into your flesh now as his hips jerk up into yours, capturing his lower lip with his teeth. "Don’t...don’t be so..so slow." He pouted, now gripping your hips to make you rock against him faster.

You lean down to nibble on his neck, rolling your hips faster for him. Dry-humping shouldn’t feel so good, but your pussy seems to enjoy it far too much by how your panties are wet under that short skirt you’re wearing. "You like it?"

He doesn’t bother responding with words, only lets out a strangled whimper right next to your ear. You straighten up, tugging at his sweatshirt. "Take it off completely for me."

He’s immediately obeying without hesitation, his top joining yours on the ground before he wraps his arms around you to push you back against him, skin to skin, as he starts grinding up against you again. His cock throbbed in his pants, already feeling his balls tighten just by rubbing against your clothed core. "It feels so good, please—fuck— don’t stop…"

"I won’t stop, sweetie, don’t you worry your pretty head…" You follow his hip movement, your pussy leaking even more in your panties at every needy sound he makes. You need to feel him inside you, but you want to make him discover every way of fucking.

After a few more rolls of your hips, you feel him shudder against you, and going still, his arms tightening painfully around you as you feel a wetness on his sweat pants. His ragged breath goes straight in your ear, and damn if it doesn’t almost make you cum too.

But no. Not now. You climbed off of him, taking off your skirt and panties and signaling him to take off his last clothes too. He stays looking at your dripping cunt a moment before moving and kicking his remaining clothes at light speed. You giggle at his eagerness and go on top of him again, taking his sticky and still sensitive dick in your hands, making his breath hitch. You drag his tip teasingly up and down between your wet folds, looking at every change in his expression like it’s the best thing you've ever seen—and honestly, it kinda is. "You’re so wet—ngh—keep going…"

"Hm?" You stop moving his cock, keeping his tip pressed hard on your clit just enough to make you mewl, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "The magic word, baby."

"Please, please, please...I need it, come on...please." His voice breaks at the end, making it impossible to refuse him anything. You brush your thumb on his tip before going back to slide it against your glistening pussy.

Eventually, your pussy gets impatient and wants way more than just rubbing. So you line him up with your entrance and lower yourself, pushing him inside inch by inch. He’s big, like big big. But the way he whimpers and starts gripping your hips to the point of hurting? Yeah, it makes you push until you’re fully seated, making you both groan. "F—fuckk..you’re so tight...it feels too good…"

"Yeah..? You like my pussy, baby? Want me to bounce on that fat cock?" You roll your hips in slow circles, mewling every time his tip brushes your sensitive spot. Your hands rest on his chest for support.

"Yes, yes please—just like thaat...yess—do it, please…" He pleaded, hips bucking up, making his cock hit right into your cervix. You let out a strangled moan, your head tipping back while you start bouncing on his shaft, leaking pre inside your gummy walls, mixing with your moisture.

You keep going even when his grip on your hips is too painful, even when your legs start feeling sore, even when you see stars every time his dick hits all the right spots. When you glance down at his face, you can see tears welling up in his eyes as he whimpers and his dick starts pulsing inside you. He’s about to cum just like you are, and when you start going faster, you let out a gasp when he suddenly changes position to be on top of you. "Satoru, what are—" A strangled cry cuts you off when he pins your knees to your chest and starts pounding into you like an animal, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Mgh! You feel soo fucking good, babe...I’m gonna cum so hard...I can cum inside, right?" He keeps thrusting inside you mercilessly, hitting your clit every time, forcing out loud moans from you as your hands clutch the sheets and your toes curl.

"Yes..yes you can—ohh fuck—just keep going!" Now you’re the one begging, on the edge of coming. He’s rutting inside your walls so hard it’s making your head spin, and when your orgasm hits you hard, you arch your back off the bed with a lewd moan that makes him go still and shoot his sticky cum inside you sensitive pussy.

When he pulls out of you with a plop!, he falls on the bed next to you and wraps his arms around your trembling body to keep you close, not caring about both of your sweaty bodies. "Told ya I’d make you cum…"

You scoff and roll your eyes at him, burying your head in his neck. "I’ve done all the work."

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Frat!gojo headcanons

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frat!gojo who immediately knows he wants you the second his eyes land on you, the first day of school, rambling to his friends about how he’s gonna ruin that perfect body of yours.

frat!gojo who purposefully bumps into you at a frat party, spilling his drink on your tight top, showing all too well your tits, mumbling stupid excuses. "Fuck, I’m so sorry, dollface ! Let me help you dry that in the bathroom."

frat!gojo who feels humbled when you refuse to follow him in the bathroom and manages on your own, but feels slightly aroused at seeing you playing hard to get.

frat!gojo who starts bumping into you every day ‘accidentally’ just to see that cute little frown of yours, grinning down at you even when you’re insulting him for being so careless.

frat!gojo who is losing it the more you reject him, not understanding why the hell you don’t fall for him like every other girl.

frat!gojo who jerks off to some pics of you on your social media like a needy teenager, when he could just go around and fuck a random girl.

frat!gojo who’s pants are getting too tight at just the sight of you nibbling at your pen, imagining your lips around his cock leaking in his boxer, and will eventually excuse himself to jerk himself off in the bathroom without being capable of waiting until he’s home.

frat!gojo who gets frustrated now at your rejections, feeling his heart tighten instead of not giving a damn like always.

frat!gojo who takes advantage of another frat party you attend to get you alone and beg you on his knees just for some attention, not even knowing why he’s so obsessed with the thoughts of having you all to himself when he could have every other girl.

frat!gojo who might cry from how happy he is when you finally accept having him by your side, even if he had to get on his knees for that, and even if he has only one month to make you fall for him. "I’ll give you my attention for a month. A month to win me over." One whole month to win you over ? That’s too easy.

frat!gojo who showers you in gifts, hoping to win you over before the end of the month. He’s just happy to be able to touch you, talk to you, act like a boyfriend without you pushing him away like always before.

frat!gojo who can’t take his eyes off you when you’re helping him study for a test—not giving an actual damn about a biology test. He just wanted you in his room, sitting all pretty in front of him.

frat!gojo who could have cum in his pants when you press your lips to his, and let him get you on his bed.

frat!gojo who doesn’t waste time with foreplay, diving into it without a second thought. The sight of you under him, breathless and whimpering on the edge of coming, was enough for him to cum in you.

frat!gojo who can’t stop thinking about how he ruins and marks your perfect body all day, being the happiest man alive, and talking about you to his buddies until they shut him up.

frat!gojo who’s even happier when you ask to meet him in front of that coffee shop he loves to take you, since the start of the month, thinking you’ll ask him officially to be your boyfriend, since the month was over.

frat!gojo who starts crying immediately when you say you don’t love him, and that he has to leave your life like he promised if he couldn’t win your heart at the end of the month.

frat!gojo who’s hand reaches for you but only ends up falling back at his sides when you’re already leaving. When you’re already abandoning him without looking back.

frat!gojo who doesn’t even go to parties anymore after that, just crying in his bed and clutching your shirt you forgot at his place like a lifetime.

frat!gojo who can’t stop looking at you in class, even if you ignore him like he never existed for you, like he never marked your body, like he never made you moan like nobody else.

frat!gojo who eventually stops spamming you on all your social media after you blocked him.

frat!gojo who’s life is hell now.

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UNTOUCHABLE

ONE MONTH TO WIN YOU OVER

pairing: frat!gojo x fem!reader

summary: Satoru Gojo does everything to win over the untouchable girl, but she's completely uninterested.

warnings: enemies to lovers (?), reader is being a bitch, plot with porn, college au, whipped!gojo, begging!gojo, reader takes advantage of gojo.

a/n: no hate toward the reader please, I will not tolerate it. Maybe a part two?

word count: 4.2k

"Go to hell, Gojo."

"I don’t need a man like you in my life."

"I prefer eating fucking glass than being with you."

"I don’t want you."

Maybe you just need to slap him to put him back in his place so he finally leaves you alone, but even with that, you’re not sure he’ll stop. Maybe it’ll even turn him on.

His fake hurt tone makes your eyes roll, while still walking a little faster in the hope to get ride of him. “Good then.” The more your response are short, the quicker he’ll leave you alone.

“Being annoying is just me being me, baby. You can’t ask me to stop being myself.”

FWISH!

His nod was all you needed to see. “Okay then. I’ll give you my attention for a month. A month to win me over.”

His eyes light up, and his hands come up to cover yours, smiling like a kid who just opened his Christmas gifts. “You won’t regret it, dollface, I swear. You’ll be the happiest girl alive.”

The third week, he clearly couldn’t be away from you just for a minute, and it was just inconceivable to him to keep his hands to himself now that you accepted physical touch.

You look up a second from your phone toward him, and it’s enough for your eyes to catch his happy trail showing because of his shirt being lifted up from his position, arms behind his head.

Holy shit.

You force your eyes to look back down at your screen before he can see you checking him out like a whore in desperate need of his dick.

You cut him off before he can continue his boring stories, putting your phone down and leaning on the table between you. “I need another croissant.”

Or maybe your dick.

“Mmh?” He gives you an innocent glance, tilting his head like a curious puppy. It shouldn’t have an effect on you, but his cute expression makes you smile despite yourself.

It was stupid and completely fucked up for you to fuck him when you were gonna break his heart by the end of the week—in two days.

Oh, how you love a vocal man.

He was way too good at it, your hands clenching around his hair when his teeth tease your sensitive other nipple, before coming up again to place a quick kiss on your lips.

You nod with a whine, feeling you lose control quickly under his hard thrusts. “Don’t fucking stop…”

He starts driving his cock into you even deeper, hitting your sweet spot every damn time, feeling close too as his head falls back into your neck to bite it.

He slows down his thrust, legs weaker as your pussy milks his dick. “So good—fuck—so perfect, baby…” He can’t stop his praises, wanting to make sure you know how much he loves you.

You stay pressed against each other, him kissing you all over your face and neck until you eventually fall asleep.

You don’t love him.

But it’s too late, you’re already leaving before he could see your cold facade cracks.

You don’t love Satoru Gojo. Even if it hurts to say it now.

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