[luvs-angel]

“𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞” .✦ ݁˖

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 🧸

╰┈➤ about me:・ desi・she/her・istp・new writer・my big three for anime are death note jjk and aot・sucker for sitcoms・fav genre of fics is hurt/comfort・i love ariana grande, chase atlantic and the neighbourhood・gojo glazer since 2020

╰┈➤ what i write: ・jjk men x fem reader・sfw + nsfw・smau・reqs are open (pls be kind + don’t spam request, always open to constructive criticism but not openly being rude)

╰┈➤ what i will not write: ・non con・dub con・incest・hybrids ・age play ・race play・stepcest・heavy kinks・for male reader・yandere・gore・religious themes・mahito (ew) and most likely not naoya

find my masterlist here (only written for gojo so far but main is a wip)

© luvs-angel any ai usage, chatbots, plagiarism or translations etc. of my works are not allowed.

[luvs-angel]

the first time your son learned how to walk, you and your husband satoru were over the moon. it was on a random saturday afternoon with you all in your son’s playpen. already a seemingly rare occasion where satoru finally had a break from all of his missions.

at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.

but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.

satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.

you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.

“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.

he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.

“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.

“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.

“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.

“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.

“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”

“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.

little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…

fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.

it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.

“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.

“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.

when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.

at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?

“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.

“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”

“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.

“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!

you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.

“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”

you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.

“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.

there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.

“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.

“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.

satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”

you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”

“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.

you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”

“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”

“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”

“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”

“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”

“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.

“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”

“nooo…” your son shakes his head.

“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.

“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”

“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.

“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”

“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.

“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”

“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”

“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”

“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.

“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.

you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦

notes: i luv reading dad jjk men so writing this was soso fun, don’t be shy to req more guys, technically gojo could have teleported to the baby but i wanted to long things out 🥰, but yeah i didn’t know how to end it so hope this was okay

[luvs-angel]

tysm for 1k likes! 🤍 more jjk men as dads drabbles out soon 😚

[luvs-angel]

the first time your son learned how to walk, you and your husband satoru were over the moon. it was on a random saturday afternoon with you all in your son’s playpen. already a seemingly rare occasion where satoru finally had a break from all of his missions.

at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.

but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.

satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.

you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.

“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.

he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.

“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.

“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.

“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.

“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.

“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”

“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.

little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…

fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.

it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.

“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.

“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.

when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.

at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?

“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.

“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”

“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.

“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!

you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.

“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”

you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.

“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.

there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.

“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.

“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.

satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”

you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”

“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.

you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”

“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”

“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”

“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”

“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”

“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.

“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”

“nooo…” your son shakes his head.

“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.

“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”

“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.

“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”

“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.

“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”

“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”

“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”

“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.

“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.

you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦

notes: i luv reading dad jjk men so writing this was soso fun, don’t be shy to req more guys, technically gojo could have teleported to the baby but i wanted to long things out 🥰, but yeah i didn’t know how to end it so hope this was okay

[spideyyeet]

you’re dense asf if you’re saying the Israeli government is the problem.

Israel as a WHOLE — the very EXISTENCE of it — is a fucking cancer, and that includes the SETTLERS that actively KILL and r@pe Palestinians with the backing of the STATE OF ISRAEL. And YES every single Israeli is a settler, because they choose to stay and live on stolen Palestinian land. And to those that say, what about the Israeli’s that don’t like their government and stand for a two state solution? you’re even dumber than I thought. If there was a two state solution then Israel would have to stop annexing the West Bank, and killing children, women, and men in Gaza, AND the West Bank, which they would never do because it’s a joy for them. but even if a 2 state solution is possible, what about my grandfathers home? my grandmothers home? the homes, villages, and land stolen in 1948 that Israelis live in now? yeah they never talk about that do they?

France occupied Algeria for 130 years, so Israel will fall and Palestine will be free in my life time!

so genuinely, from the very very bottom of my heart, I hope Israel and any person that calls themselves a “liberal Zionist” or a “liberal Israeli” burns in the PITS OF HELL🔻

[luvs-angel]

S. GOJO MASTERLIST ⭑

“throughout heaven and earth, i alone am the honoured one.”

series ⭑𓂃

til 3005:

・hcs of frat/nerd!satoru as your boyfriend ♡

・til 3005 (part 1)

・til 3005 (part 2)

drabbles ⭑𓂃

・movie night with gojo gets off track! (nsfw)

・“studying” with gojo (nsfw)

・your son has his papa’s sweet tooth (fluff)

oneshots ⭑𓂃

・words are futile devices (hurt/comfort)

[femmedraconia]

"I asked chatgpt" well I asked satoru gojo and he said that there's no curse more twisted than love

[luvs-angel]

sigh

[luvs-angel]

“studying” with gojo

contents: mdni, nsfw, modern au, dry humping, breast play, oral (f. & m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m. receiving), hints of nerdjo as he’s also your personal tutor 🤭, a whole lotta praise, cute fluff at the end

part 2 to this fic

notes: so sorry this took way too long im a slow ass writer 🫩 writing smut is lowkey so hard it feels so awkward half the time, hope this is a clear improvement from part 1 / dividers by @yeritos

wc: 3.0k

“..do you think we can give each other head next time?”

“like…at the same time?”

“n-no?! that’s not what i mea–satoru you freaking perv!” you smack his arm (which really does no damage but he’s still pouting about it) now picturing his scenario in your mind.

“heh– you had no problem finding that out earlier~”

—

it’s been two days since you came undone on your boyfriend’s fingers. and here you are still ovulating, unable to stop thinking about how good his two digits alone made you feel.

“hellooo? earth to [name]?” satoru waves a hand in front of your face to snap you out of your daze.

“h-huh?”

oh right, satoru’s currently tutoring you for an upcoming econ test. and of course—in true satoru gojo style, he’s been teasing you all throughout your study session with little reward boosters when your answers to the flashcards are right.

exhibit a: straddling him whilst he’s sat against your headboard because he didn’t like the distance (the distance in question was you both being on either side of your bed and not cuddled up to each other, as per usual.) it’s ten times harder to focus when his bulge is pressing against you.

exhibit b: satoru randomly suggesting five minutes ago for you to strip a piece of clothes every time you answer a question correctly onwards, leaving you now half-stripped to your damp panties and oversized tee. really it should’ve been the other way and him stripping, but whatever.

“c’monn mochi, focus! if you do and get these last few questions right then i’ll give you your special final reward.” his hand glides down to the globes of your ass.

you gulp, knowing where he’s going with this but ask anyways, “what kind of reward do you mean?”

“oh y’know, the one you asked of me the other day? i believe it involves me eating you out~”

“toru…” your hands instinctively wrap around the back of his neck, slowly rolling your hips to try and achieve a small sense of relief.

“ah–ah, not so fast now.” his strong hands grip your waist tight enough to stop you, but never enough to hurt. his voice drops to a husky whisper, “tell me, what’s the difference between real gdp and nominal gdp?”

is he seriously trying to make economics sound sexy right now?

“ugh…real measures the economy’s output and is adjusted for inflation whereas nominal doesn’t adjust..?”

“that is..right! good job baby! okay, just one more to go.”

before satoru can open his mouth to torment you with anymore questions, you lean in closer to his ear, “toru, i got the question right. doesn’t that mean i should undress some more?” you practically pur at him, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“well– i mean– if you’re comfortable with it…” satoru bashfully stammers out as his ears noticeably turn very pink.

he always tries to bite off more than he can chew only to end up all flustered. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it—he’s just so cute about it!

it’s your turn to tease him now by pushing him to lay further against your pillows and watch you slowly pull your shirt off. he does so until impatiently helping you at the arms, exhaling at the sight before him when your shirt comes off and gets discarded somewhere else in the room.

“fuck, baby– you trying to kill me with no bra?” his hand reaches out to fondle with your breasts, cupping one and thumbing your nipple as he asks. the other stays on your waist to keep you steady whilst you continue grinding.

“mhm, didn’t feel like wearing it today.” slightly panting from his skilled hands playing with you.

“they’re so so soft, fuck.. and squishy– heh..”

“squishy, toru? seriously?” you roll your eyes but can’t hold back your smile at his interesting choice of words.

his bold crystal eyes are entirely glued to your breasts, switching between a groping and squeezing motion when he suddenly blurts out, “can i suck your tits?”

wait. did you hear that right?

“you want to.. suck them?” you ask hesitantly, almost certain that his question was a figment of your imagination.

he desperately nods, “please–”

you huff out a small laugh “i meann– sure, why not.”

“thank you oh–” you cut him off by grabbing your left mound to guide into his warm, salivating mouth. his tongue gets to work immediately, skilfully swirling around the areola before sucking on your perky nipple.

he literally moans whilst his hand simultaneously massages your right breast, occasionally pinching your nipple. the other hand on your waist slides down to your clit, circling it in an achingly slow rhythm. every single second of him completely immersed has you growing increasingly wet.

“ah– toru!” you accidentally moan out louder than expected when he places the right amount of pressure on your clit. your grinding quickly comes to a halt when you realise, eyes widening as you clam your hand over your mouth.

“hey, no need to get all shy on me now~” he unlatches from your breasts to take in your hand and place a soft kiss on the back. he’s still rubbing your clit through your panties, only softer now. “cmon, let me hear you baby.”

only, that wasn’t really the problem.

sure, you also felt embarrassed but the main issue was that shoko had most likely came home at some point and the walls are thin. the last thing you want is for her to hear, but you haven’t really heard any shuffling around or such. and if she was home, she’d text you to keep the noise down..

so.. maybe you’re good?

“it’s not that, i thought shoko might be home and hear us. but it’s fine.”

“mm, how about i give your final reward now?” he asks in that soft tone whilst gently tucking your hair behind your ear which has you nodding shyly.

“so how should we do this..?” this feels like a humiliation ritual the way you’re asking so awkwardly. he’s literally your completely unserious boyfriend for god’s sake!

“however you want baby, you can sit on my face or lie down.”

sit on his face?? why does the sound of that actually entice you..? but at the same time your thighs still kind of ache from before so for now you’d prefer to lie down.

“i’ll sit back, i’m not trying to crush your face to death.” you joke lightly as you climb off him to sit by your pillows.

“you think i can’t handle it?” his hand repeatedly grazes your thigh, still inherently craving your touch. “let’s say you did, that would honestly be an amazing way for me to go out.”

“alright, next time then.” you snort whilst watching satoru move from beside you to in front. he grabs ahold of your leg, hiking it up and peppers light kisses as he gradually makes his way up.

satoru spreads your legs wide open to slot himself in between your thighs. he takes a long inhale at your soaked panties, nuzzling his nose into your cunt attempting to reach even further despite the clothed barrier.

your scent has him audibly groaning into you, sending vibrations throughout your entire body. he suddenly licks a long stripe of your wet panties making you gasp in pleasure.

“toruu! please..” your hands find his soft white hair and tug at it.

“please what? i’m no mind reader, but tell me whatever to do and i’m at your service.” he playfully winks up at you.

“js’ take my panties off already…” you murmur half–annoyed and half–aroused.

“your wish is my command, m’lady~” satoru sings, kissing your panties which makes you clench around nothing. once it comes off, he quickly shoves them in his pockets before you can notice.

“god, you’re so silly!” you giggle at his lightheartedness, still very much oblivious to what he’s just done.

“yeah, you make me like this” satoru sighs dreamily, his face resting on your inner thigh. his thumb finds your clit to toy with as he intensely watches how your folds are already glistening “so pretty, course i’m gonna take my sweet time with you..”

his mouth replaces his thumb on your clit, blowing cool air before his tongue twirls around teasingly.

“stop –fuck– teasingg..!” you whine in a more needy tone than intended.

he’s quick to listen as he laps up your slick from your folds up to your clit, kissing at it desperately. your hips immediately buck up at the newfound sensation.

“ohmygod— toru!” you moan out, gripping his snowy hair even harder causing him to outwardly groan into you again.

“mmph– taste so fucking sweet, it’s addictive.” his chin is covered in his drool and your juices. he’s filthy with it, but that doesn’t seem to bother him to stop anytime soon.

your soft pants and moans take over the room. yet it’s quiet enough to hear the sound of satoru zipping his flyer down as one hand sneaks into his digimon boxers to palm himself.

“satoru? you good?” you ask, voice a little breathy.

“sorry sweets– i can’t help myself” looking down, you now realise what he means. the erotic sight of him getting off to eating you out has your thighs unintentionally clamping down on his head and the coil in your stomach slowly building up.

“fuuuckk— keep squeezing me juust like that” his hand unwrap around your thigh to plunge two fingers into your wet entrance, stretching out your tight gummy walls. your pussy immediately flutters around his digits already bringing you to the edge.

“always so tight f’me, huh?” you hum, cupping your breast and kneading it to his pace.

“ngh— think ’m gonna cum!” you barely grit out as your eyes roll all the way back and thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.

“that’s it, let go and cum on my face baby.” his tongue fucks your hole rapidly and nose grinding against your sensitive bud, to which you finally come undone with somewhere in between a loud moan and gasp.

satoru’s still sucking at your juices, making sure to be resourceful and not leave behind a single drop. his hand slips out from his cock, pre–cum oozing through his boxers and still very much painfully hard.

but he genuinely doesn’t mind after getting to eat you out for the first time.

“thank you toru, that felt better than i could’ve imagined.” you pant out—still feeling sensitive but more relieved than anything.

satoru licks his lips and sucks his fingers, moaning lewdly at the taste “mmph– no thank you, sweets. that tops any dessert i’ve ever had.”

“that so?” you playfully roll your eyes. satoru sits back up to spoon you when you nuzzle in beside him and ask “how about i repay the favour?”

“it’s okay sweets, you must be tired no? we can just rest for now” that was easier said than done when his hard on is pressing against your thigh completely unattended.

“pleaseee! i know you want it~ you’ve probably already thought of what it’d feel like when you’re all by yourself jerking off, haven’t you?” you giggle, attempting to distract satoru from how your hands are making their way to softly palm him through his boxers.

“pfftt..no…” he murmurs unconvincingly.

“uh huh..sure..if you want me to stop i can~” you slowly unwrap around his clothed base before he grabs onto your wrist to stop you.

“wait– i just don’t want it to be too much for you sweets.”

“oh? so you think i can’t handle it?” you relay his own words back at him. yeah, he might have a point. when you first saw him bare just two days ago he was huge, but you’re also too stubborn to back down now.

“n-no! no! of course not! if anything, i know you’d be great!” he attempts to salvage.

“so it’s a yes then?” you’re already gleaming widely from ear to ear knowing he can never say no to you.

“okay fine…god, always raising my cortisol hm?”

“mhm, well i don’t think you’d want it any other way.” you retort while sliding off to turn satoru to the side of the bed and slot yourself in between his knees, pulling at his jeans to fully come off.

“you know me too well sweets~” he chuckles, then quietly hissing when you pull his boxers down slightly and grasp his heavy cock in both hands. it springs free, veiny and thick.

“so big..–and cute–” you sigh to yourself.

“uhm– you calling my dick cute?” he chokes out.

“..yeah?” there’s no point in lying to this man anyways, he’ll sus the truth out almost immediately.

“that’s a new one, but so adorably you!” he smirks.

“i guess…anyways– how do i start?” you mumble shyly looking up at him.

“just– stroke it up and down for now. you’ve got me so hard already—could probably cum from this alone.”

“is this good?” you ask, enamoured by his flushed tip spurting out pre–cum that you thumb over to use as lube.

“fuck– yeah, just like that. you’re way too good at this, sure it’s your first time?” he teases lightly making heat rise to your face.

your eyebrows furrow having had enough with his teasing, you lean in closer and give kitten licks at his tip—no prior warning at all. but his pre tastes surprisingly nice? almost salty from his sweat mixed in with sweetness.

“ah– baby you– impatient little thing.” satoru huffs, hands reaching your roots to slowly guide you on his length.

still pumping and squeezing the base, you stretch your mouth around his girth, trying to take in more of him that will definitely have your jaw aching later. worth it tho.

“hollow your cheeks a little yes–that’s it, doing so well f’me.” you moan at his praise “see what i–hah– mean? absolute pro.”

“mmph– shu– up sa-oru.” came out more garbled than you would’ve wanted, but the sternness was…not really there. at least in satoru’s view, you just looked like a ball of pouting cuteness.

“y’know it’s improper to talk with your mouth full~” he snickers, you squeeze him even harder in retaliation and teeth lightly graze him “ah–fuck okay! i’ll stop!” he cries out, making you hum happily.

you knew damn well that you wouldn’t be able to take all of him straight away, but that doesn’t stop you from trying.

of course—you’re humbled immediately when you attempt to push yourself further only to end up gagging on his cock. quickly you pull away as you try to catch your breath, a string of spit connecting to his pink tip.

“shit baby– feeling too greedy, huh?” you nod meekly in response “it’s okay, don’t rush yourself to take it all. such a good girl, ‘m so close already.”

you honestly don’t know if you’ve discovered a newfound praise kink, but whatever it is he’s doing has your pussy throbbing non stop. your hand slithers to tend to your needy clit, the other still working on satoru as your mouth reconnects with his length.

satoru, ever-so observant, notices you playing with yourself and shamelessly lets out a guttural groan at the sight.

“baby? are you getting off from this as well?” you look up into his beautiful blue eyes, moaning around his cock as if to say yes. “that’s-ngh- so fucking hot, you’re so hot– n i think ‘m bout to cum–” he blurts out in one breath and thighs starting to shake.

you start to work him faster, bobbing your head on what you were able to take and hand speeding up at the base. it’s more than enough to bring him to the edge, he comes undone with a low groan as thick spurts of cum paint the back of your throat.

your lips tighten harder as he cums, milking him for every drop in your mouth and gulping it all down. you soon pull apart, allowing him to change into the spare comfy clothes he keeps in your room.

“heh–i don’t think i’ve ever came that fast. you see what you do to me, sweets?” he effortlessly pulls you back into bed with his strong arms wrapped around your waist once dressed.

“stopp, you’re just saying that..” you mumble whilst melting into his embrace, the blankets on top keeping you warm for now.

“nuh uh, i really mean it! you were seriously amazing.” he earnestly proclaims which has your heart racing at his honest praise.

your phone pings suddenly which slightly alarms you, who would even be messaging you at this time? and it just had to come in when you were finally getting comfy. you grudgingly pick up your phone from the bedside to check.

shoko: girl i love that you’re finally getting some but PLEASE keep it down 🙏🏻

shoko: some of us have an early shift tmrw 🫩

you: GIRL YOU WERE HOME THIS WHOLE TIME???

you: shit shoko i’m genuinely so sorry i didn’t know you were home😭

satoru being the nosey man he is, peers over your shoulder to see what has you so distressed.

“hehe–whoops!” he snickers whilst skimming over your texts.

“satoru! this isn’t funny!” you turn your phone away from him whilst watching the three dots and anticipating shoko’s reply.

shoko: it’s all good but don’t forget to lmk how it was ;)

“oh my god…” you snort at her message, feeling less embarrassed now.

“what did shoko have to say?”

“i guess she wasn’t too bothered, but don’t think i’ll let you get away with it next time…” your eyes narrow at him which shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. “anyways, i’m gonna change, it’s getting kinda cold now” leaving satoru who whines like a baby at the loss of contact.

as you get up and gather your clothes, you’ve found everything which wasn’t a lot but your…underwear?

“babe? have you seen my underwear?” you ask, pulling your oversized tee back on.

he shrugs casually, “hm? i may have thrown them too far, guess i don’t know my own strength.”

“ugh–they were new as well..” you pout, changing into a different pair and climbing back into bed.

“don’t worry mochi! i can buy as many as you want!” he shines his goofy grin making you giggle.

“thanks toru, love you.” you murmur, sleep clearly catching up to you.

“i love you too baby, now let’s get some rest for real this time.” he plants a small kiss at your temple, arms wrapping around you once again with a familiar comforting possessiveness, like they’ve always belonged there.

you’re exactly where you want to be, especially when you’ve never felt safer than right now in your boyfriends loving arms. >ᴗ<

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[luvs-angel]

icymi 🩷

[luvs-angel]

til 3005

part 1 > part 2 (tba)

summary: frat boy gojo is an academic weapon by day and party animal by night. with his model looks and charming personality, he could go for anyone he wants. but ever since he met you, he's been completely heart-struck. you're one of the few people to share his nerdy interests and the only one who unknowingly makes his heart beat a million times per minute. but will he be able to successfully pull you without anyone getting in the way?

notes: this is a rewrite of my series! deleting the old version lowkey hurt but this is more in-depth. i also renamed it because the other title was too long. if you can tell i know nothing about digimon and physics so if anyone would like to educate me pls do 🥲 anyways enjoy reading 🫶🏽

contents: sfw, fluff, crack, fem!reader, mentions of insecurities, swearing, mention of hookups (no actual smut), a lot of dialogue and texting

wc: 4.7k

satoru gojo was a man who had always stood out effortlessly. the way he holds himself in that lazy charismatic manner—he knows what he’s doing. wherever he went, people were so drawn to him you would think he was a human magnet.

satoru had won the lottery in life. he could literally model with how tall and unique-looking he is, he comes from an insanely rich family, he’s popular, the vp of his fraternity (he turned down the role as frat president because he thought it would be too boring), and he’s on top of all of his studies.

he’s also a strong party animal— okay, strong may not be the best word. after the first few parties, it was a known fact that satoru gojo can’t hold his liquor well. but either way, a party was not a party without satoru’s presence.

when he’s often asked how he’s so smart despite always being seen at every function, he just shrugs and hits them with the:

“i don’t even study like that. i guess it’s a natural talent of mine” which he knew would only make people envy him 10 times more.

however that statement could not be further from the truth.

if he’s not at the frat house then he’s hiding out at the back of the library. he’s typically wearing a hoodie and sunglasses to disguise his distinct cloudy white hair and cerulean eyes. he goes to these random but extreme lengths just so he can fully lock in with studying without any distractions.

during all of his lectures he sits at the very front either attentively taking notes or arguing back and forth with his professors. his friends sat with him find it hilarious, he calls it dedication to the course.

this one time one of his professors were so annoyed with him they said that maybe he should teach the lesson instead. rather than doubling down in his seat, satoru proudly stood up and walked over to where his professor was standing at the front and took over the lesson for the rest of the hour.

safe to say the professor was left in shock when the students admitted without any bias that they learned better with satoru explaining and breaking down the topic in…dessert terms?

anyone can see why his ego is through the roof, it’s like the world bends in his favour.

the first time satoru properly notices you is during his favourite class—physics, hence why it’s also his major. you were a few rows behind him when you raised your hand to answer the professor’s question.

you see, satoru is one of those people who will shamelessly twist his entire body to face whoever raises their hand to talk and stare into their soul. he most likely doesn’t even realise how creepy he looks to everyone else when he does that. is it a subconscious method to taunt them or is he just like that? who even knows anymore.

and of course, he’s now doing the exact same to you.

you rarely speak up in this class because most of the time the content seriously confuses you. but to your surprise, you actually got the question right! seems like your studying was truly paying off.

whilst you’re mentally celebrating in your head, you accidentally make eye contact with a pair of the most brightest blue eyes you think you’ve ever seen. in this moment all you can think is:

why the hell is gojo staring at me like that?

you briefly know about this guy—but really who doesn’t know him? your roommate shoko is also good friends with him and mentions funny drunken stories about him from time to time.

his eyes are wide open towards you and his mouth slightly agape. to you it looks like he’s spaced out, but you don’t notice how he’s now gone slightly pink by the ears.

unfortunately for you, your facial expressions will speak before you get the chance to. your eyebrows furrow and your face scrunches up into a heavily concerned look whilst he stares at you like you’ve solved world hunger.

you then remember that you have free will and don’t have to endure this slightly embarrassing atmosphere. so like the most natural thing you think to do, you look down to your notes and start acting like you’re busy writing notes to avoid this already awkward situation.

meanwhile satoru’s mind is having an existential crisis of its own. he’s in a state of complete awe the moment his eyes land upon you. he’s never seen you properly up until now and he doesn’t want to turn away anytime soon.

he doesn’t miss how your face screwed up at his stare. fuck, he probably looks like a creep right now. yet he couldn’t bring himself to turn away. it was like your resting bitch face and contrasting soft voice held him in a trance. dramatic much?

now he’s just mad at himself for not noticing you all this time. he’s still stuck in a complete daze until-

“gojo! turn back around and focus!” professor yaga shouted which causes him to jump in his seat from shock. the whole class abrupts into laughter and he can only nervously chuckle before turning away.

wait a minute…was he seriously still staring at you this whole time? even after you looked away?

at this point, you’re worried that something was on your face and he happened to noticed of all people. ugh, just your luck.

the bell rings and satoru’s packing up his things slower than usual in hopes of being able to talk to you.

“bro what’s taking you so long?” his friend groaned to which he rolls his eyes.

“don’t wait up for me, i need to ask the prof something”

he slowly grew impatient in waiting for you to come down, so he decided to finally leave. just as he left his row-

thud

“ow!” yep. he had now bumped into you. this day was clearly not in his favour. he couldn’t even apologise straight away when he sees you in front of him. you’re even more beautiful up close. he scans you over to act like he’s checking if you hurt. but really it’s an excuse to look at you for longer—like he has to memorise your face.

you perfectly emulate the vibes of the mc from a dreamy shoujo anime. from the way your tinted lip gloss plumps your perfect lips, to how your pink double off the shoulder top hugs your torso in all the right places, along with your pretty plaid brown & pink skirt that emphasised your simple but effective style. and god, your scent. he could faintly smell your perfume of something like vanilla and a bakery.

“oh shit, my bad!” his voice cracked which only reminded him how bad he was messing this up.

fuck my fucking chungus life.

he can redeem himself…right?

“sorry love, i should’ve watched where i was going” he shines his typical, flashy grin whilst rubbing his nape to compose himself.

“um…don’t worry, it’s all good.” you glance at him once with a quick but polite smile.

your beautifully manicured nails tap against your tote bag as you walk away. he then notices your badge of biyomon from digimon pinned to your bag—alongside many other badges of multiple animes and games.

his eyes lit up like a puppy being shown its favourite treats. now he’s 100% certain that you’re heaven sent.

of course, satoru was a nerd in other aspects. whether it be something mundane like the gym or his subjects, but they were more respectable interests. not that he cared about what people had to say or anything…

okay maybe just a little.

it all came down to feeling like he had a reputation to uphold since he was a child. his parents constantly drilled into his head to act a certain way. as he grew older, it became easier to defy them and their expectations.

but their reminders would still linger in the back of his mind. words that told him to hide his flaws from the rest of the world and to only show the best version of himself. sometimes it was easier said than done to ignore it all.

“wait up!” he jogs up to you whilst trying to not appear so frantic.

you hear him, but you keep walking, simply assuming that he was calling out to one of his friends who were sat next to him. imagine your shock when gojo is now in front of you and stopping you in your tracks.

“were you talking to me?” you ask, slightly startled.

“yeah, you sweets.”

you won’t lie and say this feels kind of intimidating. his 6 foot something frame is currently towering over you and you’re truly lost on what he could possibly want to say to you right now. but at the same time, these pet names he’s giving you makes your heart unknowingly skip a beat.

is he about to bully you?

…

yeah…so you have an obvious tendency of assuming the worst case scenario. you’re not even sure why your mind went there but it seemed to be the most plausible explanation.

“is everything okay…?”

“everything’s great! sorry, i know this is random but i saw your biyomon badge—do you play?”

oh? your tense shoulders drop and you lightly giggle because that was the last question you expected to be asked. that heavenly sound makes his lips curve upwards into a soft smile.

“yeah, i play occasionally. i used to be obsessed with the anime as well because of my older brother who put me on when we were younger.”

you continue your walk to your next class, but now with gojo joining you by your side.

“um, what do you think of digimon? do you play as well?” you ask inquisitively.

“who, little old me?” he asks like he’s been waiting his entire life for this question “of course i love it!” he grins like it’s second nature and wow his teeth are beaming.

“been playing since i was child as well. every other game out there just wasn’t it for me. i’ve binge watched the anime so many times that i’ve lost track now. but now because of all these frat duties and exams in the way, i rarely ever get the time.”

“ugh, i hear that. you know my friend shoko, right?”

“yeah! we’ve been friends since middle school—now why has she done me the disservice of not introducing us to each other sooner enough?”

you laugh, a little bit flustered and unsure on what to say to that.

“she once asked me if digimon was like a sequel to pokémon! i forced her to listen to me ramble on for hours about how they’re not the same.”

“she said the exact same thing to me too! i had to put her in timeout, the disrespect was insane.” he sighs dramatically at the memory, meanwhile you’re dying at the thought of shoko accepting her fate in timeout.

“at this point i’m convinced she gets a thrill out of rage baiting everyone around her.”

your steps come to a hault when you look up and realise you’re at your next class.

“oh- this is my class.”

you’re kind of upset that your conversation has to come to an end so soon.

“wait—sorry darling, i didn’t catch your name?”

“i’m [name], and you?”

“a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” he winks at you.

why is he such a flirt, and why does it work on you?

“i’m satoru gojo, but you can just call me satoru. um, so– i know this is sudden but do you think i can get your number? i’d love to talk more with you.”

“y-yeah, i’d really like that.” pulling your phone out to exchange numbers.

when you give him your phone so he can put in his number, your hands brush against his briefly. his larger hands feel warm and surprisingly soft. you jolt back slightly whereas he doesn’t shy away, still smiling brightly before giving your phone back with his contact in.

“great! i’ll text you later today?”

“that’s fine, bye satoru!” you wave him goodbye as you head inside your class. he waves back and he already knows that you’re going to be the death of him when he hears you say his name—he’d literally give you anything you asked for.

damn i’m easy.

—

you couldn’t even properly focus in your next class, your mind kept going back to satoru. ugh, this was so dumb. you only had like one conversation yet here you are unable to stop thinking about him.

if your friends shoko and utahime were with you right now and saw how you became after one interaction with a guy, they’d definitely force you to go out with them and actually socialise. that honestly sounded like your personal hell.

but then again, you couldn’t keep them in the dark, could you…?

your fingers have already found your trio’s group chat like muscle memory and now typing away like your life depends on it.

you: you guys won’t believe who i spoke to today

hime 🖤: ooo who??

sho 🤎: who was it?

you: freaking satoru gojo

you: he’s in my physics class

hime 🖤: ugh, that weirdo? you can do sm better babe

you: pls we only had one convo, i don’t think it’s like that

you: even tho he flirted w me

you: like a lot…

you: idk tho maybe i’m reading into it

sho 🤎: be honest, what do you think of him?

you: hmm honestly? i think he’s cute

you: we got each other’s numbers so maybe we’ll talk more?

you: also sho we lowkey talked abt you

sho 🤎: good things i hope? 🤨

you: i mean he told me about how he put you in timeout…?

sho 🤎: is that his weak ass attempt at impressing you? it’s just a regular occurrence atp lol

hime 🖤: why am i not surprised 🤦🏻‍♀️

hime 🖤: but [name] just be careful, you never know how it truly is with these frat guys

you didn’t want to admit it, but utahime had a good point—a point you were trying to ignore. there was a high chance that satoru was simply a natural flirt and was like that with every other girl. who’s to say that you’re any special?

you: yeah maybe you’re right

you set your phone down after sending the last text, not wanting to give it anymore thought.

—

a few hours later, school wasn’t finished yet but satoru had a free session which was a good time to head to the library.

he’s once again zoned out and grinning to himself, thinking back to his earlier interaction with you and how the conversation began to flow so easily. sure, he’s flirted with other girls before for quick and easy hookups—but everything about this time felt different.

“yo, satoru!” a familiar voice called out, snapping him out of his daze. he immediately recognised the voice to be none other than suguru geto, his childhood best friend and now in the same fraternity as him. “i wasn’t even that far behind you, how did you not hear me the first two times? you turning old n’ deaf or something?”

“oh, i was daydreaming!” satoru joyfully exclaims with a hint of sarcasm. well…is it still sarcasm if it’s true?

“haha, very funny.” suguru mocks monotonously, “what were you really so lost in thought about anyways?”

“nothing! just the usual assignments..” he answers way too quickly, raising suguru’s suspicions even further.

“sure, sure…” he replies doubtfully but decides to not dwell on it for now. he’d get the real answer out of him later. “anyways, you ready for tonight’s party?”

“shit, that’s today?”

“satoru, how are you forgetting as the frats’ vice president? didn’t you literally plan it?”

“yes…” he groans “it’s cool though, i would’ve found out anyways by the time i came back to the house and saw the party happening.”

“that’s not– you know what? sure.”

“wait– what time does it start again?”

“just how on earth are you still the vice president?”

“i’m kidding! geez! take a chill pill suguru, think i saw a grey hair pop out from those so called ‘shiny’ locks of yours.” his evil snicker echoes.

“you’d know a lot about grey hair wouldn’t you? your whole hair is basically grey...” the petty raven head deliberately mutters just loud enough to be heard by his friend.

“WATCH IT!” he shrieks loudly and completely offended, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GIRLS- NO WAIT– GUYS AS WELL LOVE MY LUSCIOUS CLOUDY LOCKS?! OR HOW MANY MODELLING AGENCIES HAVE BEEN HUNTING ME DOWN?”

“i don’t think grandmas and grandpas who mistake you as their age-mate count…”

“does your mom count?”

“SATORU YOU–”

later that day at 6:30pm

the faint scent of cheap perfume, alcohol and weed lingered in the winter air, a usual sign that the party had just begun. although satoru came at what he thought was an early time, the house was already almost packed. the bass of the music grew louder with each step to the frat house.

as satoru entered the house, he immediately felt all of the stares on him. they weren’t stares of judgement –well, aside from the anomalies that were nanami and sukuna– but looks of admiration. even in the low lit room and with his sunglasses on, it was still heavily obvious.

sorority girls eyed him up and down, smirking at him shamelessly whilst the frat bros cheered at the sight of their fellow vice president.

“about time you showed up!”

“fashionably late huh?”

“not my fault everyone’s always so eager to see me~” he teases whilst making his way to the kitchen for a drink, the crowd practically parts ways for him alone.

the music’s just loud enough to block out all of his worries for now. he takes the ladle to try out whatever new horrendous drink was created and deal with the consequences of his hangover tomorrow.

“satoru~” a hand snaked to his shoulder from behind, her nails clawing into his shoulder almost possessively. he flinches at the familiar yet unwanted touch.

he immediately knew who it was, not even bothering to turn around and bless her with his full engagement. he glanced backwards at her briefly before speaking up “mei mei, hi.”

“i’ve missed you y’know? feels like i barely see you around anymore” she takes it upon herself to go around the table and face him directly, meanwhile satoru suddenly finds the bowl of the unknown juice very interesting.

“hmm, might be because i don’t want to see you?” which receives a low chuckle from her.

“still as funny as ever i see”

“i wasn’t joking?” he replies earnestly to which her smirk slightly falters.

mei mei was satoru’s ex from almost a year ago, which explains why he had no energy to entertain any kind of conversation with her. talking to a wall would’ve been much more interesting in his eyes.

their breakup last year was…messy to say the least. satoru initiated it which mei mei did not take well.

she only ever saw him as her personal ATM machine or for sex. of course, as a boyfriend he had no problem for either matter. after all he came from a stupidly rich family and he didn’t mind fulfilling her needs too. but that’s all there was to it. like his love was something transactional.

any basic level of respect was practically one-sided from satoru’s end. during the relationship it seemed like mei mei just wanted to boast that she had the infamous satoru gojo solely exclusive to her and her only, as if he was a special prize to be paraded around.

realising mei mei was still in front of him and moving closer by the minute, now torturing him with her usual speech about how she misses them together, satoru sighed dramatically before interrupting her,

“well, this was not nice but i’m going to leave now. i think i see nanamin calling me over there? okay baii~”nanami was in fact not calling for him. ironically, he avoids satoru in the same way satoru does from mei mei. but he might as well harass nanami whilst he’s still at the party, right?

“NA NA MIN– oh hey shoko!” he stops to talk to her, to which nanami on the other side of the living room takes the initiative to escape the party and ultimately escape satoru.

“hi gojo.”

“actually, no! don’t ‘hi gojo’ me!” raising his hand dismissively before continuing on with his rant “when were you gonna tell me about [name]? were you planning to hide her away forever like mother gothel did to rapunzel?”

“what are you talking about? she just doesn’t like the party scene so she doesn’t come with us. that’s probably why you haven’t met her properly yet since now.”

“oh!…right– i knew that. what i REALLY meant was why haven’t you introduced me to her?”

“why should i have to? she’s not the type to want a one and done deal like you. plus you don’t need to know all of my female friends you perv.”

“shoko you don’t understand, i haven’t even thought about anything like that with her.” he reaffirms “and stop thinking of me as some sort of slut! i don’t just think with my dick unlike others here…”

“so what exactly do you want from me?” she sighs as she lights up her cigarette. she can sense that he’s being truly genuine in his tone and desperation.

“be my wingwoman! put in a good word for me, your good old childhood friend, please?” he pouts like a kicked puppy to attempt guilt-tripping her. it doesn’t work. “what does she think of me so far?”

“oh my god satoru, you sound so pathetic right now.” she groans whilst debating how much she should let on. “um..she thinks you’re cool i guess?”

“cool in a hot way or friendly way?”

“i don’t know?!”

“wait– she’s single right?”

“would she have taken your number if she wasn’t?”

“i don’t know, it hasn’t stopped other girls from talking to me in the past.” he shrugs cluelessly.

shoko rolls her eyes for a good ten seconds, now contemplating if utahime was right. “yes. she’s single.”

“phew!” he comically wipes the imaginary sweat off his forehead “the last thing i needed was another girl’s angry partner plotting on my downfall.”

“right…well good luck with that satoru. i’m gonna go harass choso for a deal on his stash, shit’s getting too pricey these days.” she murmurs in annoyance, already waving him off and speed-walking away before he can bombard her with fifty more questions.

—

although your friends were usually out at a party on a friday night, you were currently in the kitchen of your and shoko’s shared dorm baking kinder bueno stuffed cookies. it was also in good preparation for shoko’s inevitable hangover tomorrow morning.

it wasn’t like your friends were leaving you out, rather they often begged you to come and join them. but after your small share of parties in freshman year, you knew it wasn’t for you. it may seem pretty boring but you’ve always preferred the quiet nights to yourself.

just as you’re waiting for the cookies that were fresh from the oven to cool down, your phone on the counter pings notifying you of a text.

could it be him?

satoru: hey sweets 😗

speak of the devil…

you: is that my new nickname?

satoru: only if you want it to be ;)

he’s flirting right? you might as well be bold back.

you: hmm why not

you: but only if i can give one to you too 🙃

god, you’re pretty sure this is how your ten year old cousin flirts with her five different boyfriends. but she must also be onto something if she has five of them…

satoru: oh please do

satoru: even if it’s degrading i won’t mind 🥹

you: you’re so weird 😭

you: what do you think of toru?

satoru: immediately yes

satoru: from now on you can only call me that

you: okayy (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

satoru: what r you up to rn? i’m missing you at this party🙁

satoru: [sent 1 image]

he sends a picture of him pouting dramatically. the picture’s angled up high whilst he’s sat on the couch, so you don’t miss how his t-shirt clings tightly onto his well-defined body. he’s wearing expensive sunglasses that conceal his bright eyes. he looks…really good. but why does he have sunglasses on inside?

you: not really a fan of parties, sorry (,, ‸ ,, )

you: i’m waiting for these cookies i made to cool down as we speak

satoru: ooo can i see?

you send a selfie of you winking at the camera and making a peace sign with the tray of cookies still in frame behind you.

satoru: looks so good

satoru: and the cookies too 😅

you: you’re such a flirt

satoru: seems like i can’t help it when it comes to you

satoru: but seriously, those cookies look amazing 🤤

you: thank you! maybe i can make you some in the future

satoru: i’d absolutely love that :)

satoru: also yk how we have that physics test on monday?

you: now why would you remind me (╥﹏╥)

satoru: because i have a proposition for you!

you: i’m listening…

satoru: you, me, and a study date tomorrow at the library? 👀

a study date? does he mean it like a real date?

okay, act cool act cool–

you: i’m down :) what time?

satoru: 3pm work for you?

you: yes! ( ദ്ദി ˙ ᗜ ˙ )

satoru: great! can’t wait to see you ;)

you give his message a like whilst your heart beats so loudly it feels like it’s going to pound out of your chest. how did one conversation with him already land you a date only a few hours later?

—

meanwhile at the frat party, satoru’s grinning from ear to ear at his phone. he’s trying to be discreet so to not raise any suspicion, but he’s failing miserably.

mei mei on the other side of the room is still watching him like a hawk, not missing how he lights up whilst typing away. she’s seen him with other girls after they broke up but this time it looks completely different. judging from his facial expressions alone, he seems so much more genuine. way more genuine than he’d ever been with her.

“study date, huh?” brown eyes from behind the couch peak over satorus’ shoulder to view his text chain.

“SUGURU! can you mind your damn business?!” he groans in embarrassment.

“is this what had you zoned out earlier? a little crush?”

seeing no effort in lying to his best friend, he admitted “something like that, yeah.” sighing since finally confessing that out loud for the first time.

“interesting, didn’t think you were one for crushes.” suguru jumps over the couch (very nonchalantly) to take up the spare seat next to him.

“i’m not. but…i don’t even know man. she’s real cute. i just met her in my physics class today and she’s now living in my head rent free.” his hands drag over to cover his face.

suguru studies his friend a little longer, it’s kind of amusing to see how perplexed he feels by possibly having a crush on someone. “seems intense” he comments.

“oh trust me. i feel sick, but in a good way? like as i was texting her, it felt like i had moths in my stomach.”

“you mean butterflies?”

“nah. pretty sure the saying is moths, dumbass.”

“i guess bro…so you’re planning to just study as a date? seems pretty boring if you ask me.”

“y’know it’s not illegal to speak in the library right? i’m obviously going to try and get to know her more whilst we study. it’s called multitasking, or a more fancy term, maximising my utility” he states matter of factly.

“i’m sure ‘talking’ is all you plan to do.” suguru teases playfully.

“HUUHH? why’d you say talking like that you creep?! and shoko tried calling me the pervert…” he mumbles (still offended by shoko) which makes suguru burst out laughing.

regardless, one thing was certain. satoru was mentally kicking his feet in excitement, barely able to wait for tomorrow to come.

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[luvs-angel]

revamped the text colour and finally added a lil synopsis <3 happy reading 🩷

[luvs-angel]

movie night with bf!gojo gets off track

contents: (nsfw) established relationship, fem reader, use of pet names, brief mention of toys, masturbation (m & f), hints of chubby reader, swearing, inexperienced (but freaky in spirit) reader, mention of porn

part 2 here

authors’ notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, also my first time writing smut don’t hate me if it’s trash / divider by @uzmacchiato

wc: 2.7k

you’ve been dating satoru for a few months now. and with him being your first relationship, he’s been taking everything slowly out of respect for you so you wouldn’t feel rushed into anything.

what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been wanting to take things to the next level, not sex – at least not yet. the most you’ve done so far is making out and grinding on each other, but for weeks on end you’ve been craving for more of him.

it’s worse when you’re ovulating, like you are right now. you get so needy for him and he’s probably clueless to it all. and it’s not like you haven’t tried using your own fingers in the past – it just barely gets you anywhere. shoko and utahime have recommended investing in toys or vibrators but you’re way too shy to even think about it.

today’s another movie date night with satoru, except this time it’s your pick. you decide to be bold and pick something more…explicit.

a show like…bridgerton!

you haven’t watched it yet but utahime has, she in fact told you to watch the pilot episode with satoru to initiate more action with him. you’ve also heard from more of your friends and from the internet that the show can get very sexual which is exactly what you’re looking for.

oh, and for the good plot of course.

you decide to wear tiny shorts that makes your ass slightly peak out and a tight-fitted tank top to emphasise your cleavage. satoru is absolutely a tits guy, he can’t even hide how feral he goes for ‘his girls’ as he calls your boobs. whether it’s casually groping them like they’re his personal stress toy, desperately offering to massage them when they’re sore, or planting hickeys all over your chest.

fuck, you’re getting wet just from remembering how he marks your tits. his possessive side is so fucking sexy and yet you’re not blessed with enough of it–

ding!

your horny train of thought is stopped by the sound of the doorbell ringing, that must be satoru!

when you open the door for him, your mouth practically waters at how delectable he looks. his plain black t-shirt clings tightly to his well–built frame. god, you just want to bite those biceps. he’s also wearing the hello kitty pyjama bottoms that you bought for him knowing how much it means to you.

and of course, he doesn’t come empty handed. he’s carrying a variety of snacks—from your favourite chocolates, mochi for himself (he’ll still end up sharing it with you regardless), sweet popcorn for him, and salty for you. you name it, he has it in his hands.

“hey sweets! i brought all the snacks you wanted–” his chirpy tone trails off the moment he sets his eyes on you, more so what you’re wearing. it’s not your usual attire for movie nights, but trust that satoru is anything but complaining.

“hi toru!” you plant a soft kiss to his lips whilst trying to sound as composed as possible. “shoko’s not home today so we have the whole place to ourselves” you attempt to bring up casually but he doesn’t miss the glint in your eyes.

“lucky me..” he mutters under his breath, still mesmerised by the sight before him.

“what was that?”

“nothing babe!”

“alright…um…are you going to come inside already?”

heh. that’s what she said.

“right! of course, i’ll…come inside.” he really does have the sense of humour of a fourteen year old boy.

whilst you’re walking to your bedroom, satoru follows you from behind. his gaze lowers to your ass tight against those shorts and fuck, he feels like a pervert the way he’s already half–hard.

when you close the door to your bedroom, you immediately feel the energy shift. not in a bad way, no. but to something more tense yet intimate. it’s most likely because satoru has caught onto what you’re doing. he’s quieter than usual, and his stare on you is intense. like he’s observing you to make sure you’re real.

“make yourself comfortable, let me get the first episode up on my laptop.” you sprawl on your stomach to reach your laptop and he can’t help how his eyes avert to your plush thighs as your shorts ride up.

satoru gets himself comfy lying down against your pillows and heaps of plushies (all bought by him of course), grabbing one of your bigger plushies to cover his growing boner. “so what are we watching again?”

“bridgerton! utahime’s been begging me to watch it and it’s been on my watch list for a while, so i thought we could watch it together.” positioning your laptop in front of the both of you.

“sounds good, that the show in the regency era?” his arms sneakily snake to your waist when you sit back up to pull you closer to him.

“yep, that’s the one. hime says there’s a whole lot of yearning later on which is exactly what the fans wanna see~” you gleam as you munch away on your popcorn.

as the episode begins, you snuggle up next to satoru. his large hand is still wrapped around your waist whilst the other snacks away.

—

“wow, we’re not even five minutes in…who would’ve guessed they were so…freaky back then.” you. you did. satoru doesn’t miss how instead of shying away, your eyes are still on the screen as your thighs press together. “also, how are they fucking in the wild open back then and getting away with it?”

“actually, did you know that people were slowly starting to defy the church? it was probably common for men in power to be sexually experienced before marriage and be able to get away with it. as for why they’re doing it in public i…have no idea.” he snickers, stuffing his mouth full of mochi.

you laugh lightly before biting off the other half of his mochi sticking out of his mouth.

“sweets, you got some right here by your mouth.” he chuckles and thumbs away the residue to show you.

“oops!” you lick then lightly suck his thumb—still holding eye contact and he immediately blushes. “mmh, tastes better coming from you.”

satoru’s at a complete loss for words at your sudden boldness and audibly gulps, to which you just giggle at the sight of him all shy.

“baby…you’re seriously going to be the death of me one day.”

“hmm, and why’s that?” you question, acting oblivious.

“i think you know why love, something tells me you’re feeling needy lately.” his voice lowers as his hand trails down to your ass. “is this okay?” he whispers attentively.

“y-yeah, you can go further toru.”

his hand shifts to gently palm your cunt back and forth over your shorts. you bite your lip stifling any sound from how good the friction has you feeling already.

“do you want these off?” his other hand plays with the hem of your shorts and you meekly nod. you lift your hips up so he can pull your shorts down more easily. once they come off, his breath hitches at the sight of your lacy baby blue underwear. “and you’re wearing my favourite colour too? ‘m starting to think you planned this all along.”

“maybe i did~” you tease. he chuckles as his middle finger taps away at your pussy feeling your wet patch.

“god, you’re unreal sweets, getting this wet js’ for me?”

“only for you toru, i..want my panties off too.” you manage to breathe out, already flushed by his fingers playing on your slit.

“are you sure?” he asks in a slightly worried tone and you desperately nod. you’ve never gone this far with him before so he still doesn’t want to make you feel rushed. but you’re all hot and bothered and you haven’t shaved for nothing to happen now.

“alright baby, please make sure to tell me if you want to stop at any point, i only want to make you feel good.” his eyes are looking deep into your own looking for any sign of doubt.

“i promise i want this, i’ve wanted it for a while now.” you assure him as you bring your hand to cup his cheek. pressing your lips against his, you lick his bottom lip to sneak your tongue in and deepen the kiss whilst he starts to pull your panties down.

when they fully come off, you instinctively close your legs at first from feeling exposed. “wait, what if you think that i look weird?” you look away worriedly, unable to meet his gaze.

“hey, it’s okay. it’s just me. you could be wearing a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful woman ever.” he places a sweet kiss to your temple as his larger hands find their way in between your thighs, allowing you to slowly part yourself open for him.

“fuck, [name]…you’re so beautiful. more beautiful than i could’ve imagined.”

“have you thought about this exact moment before, toru?”

“yes.” he answers straight away, “all the time.” his fingers teasingly toy with your clit making you shudder.

“tell me baby, have you ever fingered yourself?”

“well…i’ve tried to but i think my fingers are too short.” your face feels like it’s on fire from straight up admitting to that.

“don’t worry love, i’ll make sure you feel good.” your pussy clenches at his low seductive tone. he slowly slides his middle finger into your entrance to ease the intrusion and you immediately clamp down on it. “this beautiful pussy gripping me so tightly already, sure you can handle one more?”

“please toru, i want it so badly.” you whine. he adds in one more causing a wet squelch to be heard, and you gasp from the stretch. he curls both fingers just right, hitting the g–spot making your hips buck up and moan in pleasure.

the massive plushie covering satorus’ hard–on fell off at some point. yet you don’t notice how satorus’ dick twitches at the sight of you moaning and laid out for him like this, but that can be taken care of later with a cold shower. “how does it feel, sweets?”

“s-so good, please keep going toru.” his fingers pump into you with more speed than before as his thumb starts to rub your clit. he goes slow around your clit at first, before building up the speed to match his pace inside of you. the thrilling sensation leaves you throbbing and grinding against his fingers for more.

“f-faster!” you squeal, feeling the coil in your stomach building up. he can sense that you’re close, from the way your eyebrows furrow as you whine and how your thighs tremble slightly. so he fulfils your pleas and continues to scissor you at a further rapid pace.

“you gonna cum for me [name]? gonna cum on my fingers and let me taste you?”

“ngh– fuck, yes! i-i’m gonna cu-” you cut yourself off with a loud gasp when you feel the tight coil in your stomach come undone. the sight of your eyes rolling back and back arching off the bed has satoru practically leaking pre-cum.

normally one might be embarrassed from finishing so quickly, but you felt too good right now from still riding your high and pulsing around satoru’s long fingers that it was the last of your worries.

satoru brings his fingers coated in your orgasm out to taste you just like he said he would, “mmph- you taste so sweet.” and you feel a gush of wetness surge out of you again from his boldness.

“babe, you’re…hard.” you mumble all flustered like you’re not still half-naked.

“yeaaahh just ignore that swee-”

“i can take care of it..” you quickly cut him off.

“huh? n-no! i mean– you don’t have to!”

“i want to, you helped me so why can’t i help you out?” you’re already palming him through his sweats, tempting him even more.

“i- alright…” he really folded under zero pressure.

you eagerly prop yourself up on your knees at his agreement, hands fumbling with the waistband of his boxers and sweatpants to free his cock. it springs open and wow, he’s fucking big. so thick that your hands couldn’t even reach each other wrapped around his entire base. but also beautiful with his prominent veins and pink flushing tip.

“so big…” your murmur to yourself in slight fear of his massive size which does not fall on deaf ears, he nervously gulps again.

“babe you really don’t have to-”

“–shhhhh!” your index finger reaches his lips to silence him, his dick throbs in your grasp from the act. “seems like you want this as well.” you whisper softly into his ear, slowly pumping your hand up and down his shaft.

“i’ve never done anything like this before so you’re gonna have to guide me, m’kay toru?”

“y-yeah, just keep going and slowly build up the pace.”

you turn his chin to face you and kiss his lips. it’s messier than your usual kisses, teeth clashing as you slide your tongue in and swallow in his moans. you eventually part for some breath, a thick string of saliva still connected to the pair of your lips which you break off to use as lubricant.

“where did you learn to do that?!”

“…from porn.” satoru can’t help but burst out laughing—the last thing he expected was a sweet thing like you to be watching porn.

“hey! don’t laugh at me, how else could i have learned?” you grumble whilst dramatically pouting.

“m sorryy, but that’s what you have a boyfriend for!” he kisses at your pout to make you smile. you hum satisfied with his answer and accidentally squeeze his dick, making him groan deeply.

“god, just like that princess.”

“have you ever thought of me whilst jerking off?” you change the topic so quickly like the thought has been stirring in your mind for a while. he almost chokes from how much more upfront your questions are getting.

you let your saliva fall onto his dick to use for more lubricant and quicken your pace. “c’monn, tell me~!” urging him to reply.

“f-fuck, y-yeah i have– every single time. who else would i think about hmm?”

“good answer. what exactly do you think about me when you do?”

“i’d imagine how you haah– moan and the look on your face as you finish, or squeezing your perfect tits–”

“so perverted toru! s’okay though, you’re my little pervert.” you joke like heat isn’t pooling in your stomach at his lewd thoughts. “are you close baby?”

he nods frantically, “yesss ‘m so close [name], you’re doing so so good.” sloppily thrusting into your grip.

you go even quicker to help him finish, squeezing him at the base just how he likes it. your wrists ache like hell at this point but fuck it.

his hips jerk up soon after, moaning your name as he cums hard. you’re enamoured by his vulnerable but beautiful state and the way his half lidded eyes are staring back to yours with so much admiration.

“how was it, toru? did i do good?”

“more than good, you were perfect my love. so much better than my own hands.” he shines his bright grin. you return his smile then collect the tissue from your bedside drawer to clean the both of you up until you realise–

“oh shit, we forgot to pause the episode! it’s halfway through already.”

“don’t worry~ it’s not like we have anywhere to be, we’ll just rewind it back.” he kisses your forehead before helping you back into your clothes and embracing you as you both settle in to actually watch the episode this time.

—

“i actually quite liked that, although at first i had to mentally decipher what everyone was saying cos’ of the old speech and whatnot. y’know lady whistledown reminds me of gossip girl.”

“aww you remembered when we watched that!” kissing his cheek over and over again.

“of course i do! it was a masterpiece – well until the last season that’s for sure.” you giggle but your boyfriend can tell your mind is going elsewhere.

“what’s going on in that mind of yours princess, hmm?”

“..do you think we can give each other head next time?”

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[luvs-angel]

“studying” with gojo

contents: mdni, nsfw, modern au, dry humping, breast play, oral (f. & m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m. receiving), hints of nerdjo as he’s also your personal tutor 🤭, a whole lotta praise, cute fluff at the end

part 2 to this fic

notes: so sorry this took way too long im a slow ass writer 🫩 writing smut is lowkey so hard it feels so awkward half the time, hope this is a clear improvement from part 1 / dividers by @yeritos

wc: 3.0k

“..do you think we can give each other head next time?”

“like…at the same time?”

“n-no?! that’s not what i mea–satoru you freaking perv!” you smack his arm (which really does no damage but he’s still pouting about it) now picturing his scenario in your mind.

“heh– you had no problem finding that out earlier~”

—

it’s been two days since you came undone on your boyfriend’s fingers. and here you are still ovulating, unable to stop thinking about how good his two digits alone made you feel.

“hellooo? earth to [name]?” satoru waves a hand in front of your face to snap you out of your daze.

“h-huh?”

oh right, satoru’s currently tutoring you for an upcoming econ test. and of course—in true satoru gojo style, he’s been teasing you all throughout your study session with little reward boosters when your answers to the flashcards are right.

exhibit a: straddling him whilst he’s sat against your headboard because he didn’t like the distance (the distance in question was you both being on either side of your bed and not cuddled up to each other, as per usual.) it’s ten times harder to focus when his bulge is pressing against you.

exhibit b: satoru randomly suggesting five minutes ago for you to strip a piece of clothes every time you answer a question correctly onwards, leaving you now half-stripped to your damp panties and oversized tee. really it should’ve been the other way and him stripping, but whatever.

“c’monn mochi, focus! if you do and get these last few questions right then i’ll give you your special final reward.” his hand glides down to the globes of your ass.

you gulp, knowing where he’s going with this but ask anyways, “what kind of reward do you mean?”

“oh y’know, the one you asked of me the other day? i believe it involves me eating you out~”

“toru…” your hands instinctively wrap around the back of his neck, slowly rolling your hips to try and achieve a small sense of relief.

“ah–ah, not so fast now.” his strong hands grip your waist tight enough to stop you, but never enough to hurt. his voice drops to a husky whisper, “tell me, what’s the difference between real gdp and nominal gdp?”

is he seriously trying to make economics sound sexy right now?

“ugh…real measures the economy’s output and is adjusted for inflation whereas nominal doesn’t adjust..?”

“that is..right! good job baby! okay, just one more to go.”

before satoru can open his mouth to torment you with anymore questions, you lean in closer to his ear, “toru, i got the question right. doesn’t that mean i should undress some more?” you practically pur at him, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“well– i mean– if you’re comfortable with it…” satoru bashfully stammers out as his ears noticeably turn very pink.

he always tries to bite off more than he can chew only to end up all flustered. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it—he’s just so cute about it!

it’s your turn to tease him now by pushing him to lay further against your pillows and watch you slowly pull your shirt off. he does so until impatiently helping you at the arms, exhaling at the sight before him when your shirt comes off and gets discarded somewhere else in the room.

“fuck, baby– you trying to kill me with no bra?” his hand reaches out to fondle with your breasts, cupping one and thumbing your nipple as he asks. the other stays on your waist to keep you steady whilst you continue grinding.

“mhm, didn’t feel like wearing it today.” slightly panting from his skilled hands playing with you.

“they’re so so soft, fuck.. and squishy– heh..”

“squishy, toru? seriously?” you roll your eyes but can’t hold back your smile at his interesting choice of words.

his bold crystal eyes are entirely glued to your breasts, switching between a groping and squeezing motion when he suddenly blurts out, “can i suck your tits?”

wait. did you hear that right?

“you want to.. suck them?” you ask hesitantly, almost certain that his question was a figment of your imagination.

he desperately nods, “please–”

you huff out a small laugh “i meann– sure, why not.”

“thank you oh–” you cut him off by grabbing your left mound to guide into his warm, salivating mouth. his tongue gets to work immediately, skilfully swirling around the areola before sucking on your perky nipple.

he literally moans whilst his hand simultaneously massages your right breast, occasionally pinching your nipple. the other hand on your waist slides down to your clit, circling it in an achingly slow rhythm. every single second of him completely immersed has you growing increasingly wet.

“ah– toru!” you accidentally moan out louder than expected when he places the right amount of pressure on your clit. your grinding quickly comes to a halt when you realise, eyes widening as you clam your hand over your mouth.

“hey, no need to get all shy on me now~” he unlatches from your breasts to take in your hand and place a soft kiss on the back. he’s still rubbing your clit through your panties, only softer now. “cmon, let me hear you baby.”

only, that wasn’t really the problem.

sure, you also felt embarrassed but the main issue was that shoko had most likely came home at some point and the walls are thin. the last thing you want is for her to hear, but you haven’t really heard any shuffling around or such. and if she was home, she’d text you to keep the noise down..

so.. maybe you’re good?

“it’s not that, i thought shoko might be home and hear us. but it’s fine.”

“mm, how about i give your final reward now?” he asks in that soft tone whilst gently tucking your hair behind your ear which has you nodding shyly.

“so how should we do this..?” this feels like a humiliation ritual the way you’re asking so awkwardly. he’s literally your completely unserious boyfriend for god’s sake!

“however you want baby, you can sit on my face or lie down.”

sit on his face?? why does the sound of that actually entice you..? but at the same time your thighs still kind of ache from before so for now you’d prefer to lie down.

“i’ll sit back, i’m not trying to crush your face to death.” you joke lightly as you climb off him to sit by your pillows.

“you think i can’t handle it?” his hand repeatedly grazes your thigh, still inherently craving your touch. “let’s say you did, that would honestly be an amazing way for me to go out.”

“alright, next time then.” you snort whilst watching satoru move from beside you to in front. he grabs ahold of your leg, hiking it up and peppers light kisses as he gradually makes his way up.

satoru spreads your legs wide open to slot himself in between your thighs. he takes a long inhale at your soaked panties, nuzzling his nose into your cunt attempting to reach even further despite the clothed barrier.

your scent has him audibly groaning into you, sending vibrations throughout your entire body. he suddenly licks a long stripe of your wet panties making you gasp in pleasure.

“toruu! please..” your hands find his soft white hair and tug at it.

“please what? i’m no mind reader, but tell me whatever to do and i’m at your service.” he playfully winks up at you.

“js’ take my panties off already…” you murmur half–annoyed and half–aroused.

“your wish is my command, m’lady~” satoru sings, kissing your panties which makes you clench around nothing. once it comes off, he quickly shoves them in his pockets before you can notice.

“god, you’re so silly!” you giggle at his lightheartedness, still very much oblivious to what he’s just done.

“yeah, you make me like this” satoru sighs dreamily, his face resting on your inner thigh. his thumb finds your clit to toy with as he intensely watches how your folds are already glistening “so pretty, course i’m gonna take my sweet time with you..”

his mouth replaces his thumb on your clit, blowing cool air before his tongue twirls around teasingly.

“stop –fuck– teasingg..!” you whine in a more needy tone than intended.

he’s quick to listen as he laps up your slick from your folds up to your clit, kissing at it desperately. your hips immediately buck up at the newfound sensation.

“ohmygod— toru!” you moan out, gripping his snowy hair even harder causing him to outwardly groan into you again.

“mmph– taste so fucking sweet, it’s addictive.” his chin is covered in his drool and your juices. he’s filthy with it, but that doesn’t seem to bother him to stop anytime soon.

your soft pants and moans take over the room. yet it’s quiet enough to hear the sound of satoru zipping his flyer down as one hand sneaks into his digimon boxers to palm himself.

“satoru? you good?” you ask, voice a little breathy.

“sorry sweets– i can’t help myself” looking down, you now realise what he means. the erotic sight of him getting off to eating you out has your thighs unintentionally clamping down on his head and the coil in your stomach slowly building up.

“fuuuckk— keep squeezing me juust like that” his hand unwrap around your thigh to plunge two fingers into your wet entrance, stretching out your tight gummy walls. your pussy immediately flutters around his digits already bringing you to the edge.

“always so tight f’me, huh?” you hum, cupping your breast and kneading it to his pace.

“ngh— think ’m gonna cum!” you barely grit out as your eyes roll all the way back and thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.

“that’s it, let go and cum on my face baby.” his tongue fucks your hole rapidly and nose grinding against your sensitive bud, to which you finally come undone with somewhere in between a loud moan and gasp.

satoru’s still sucking at your juices, making sure to be resourceful and not leave behind a single drop. his hand slips out from his cock, pre–cum oozing through his boxers and still very much painfully hard.

but he genuinely doesn’t mind after getting to eat you out for the first time.

“thank you toru, that felt better than i could’ve imagined.” you pant out—still feeling sensitive but more relieved than anything.

satoru licks his lips and sucks his fingers, moaning lewdly at the taste “mmph– no thank you, sweets. that tops any dessert i’ve ever had.”

“that so?” you playfully roll your eyes. satoru sits back up to spoon you when you nuzzle in beside him and ask “how about i repay the favour?”

“it’s okay sweets, you must be tired no? we can just rest for now” that was easier said than done when his hard on is pressing against your thigh completely unattended.

“pleaseee! i know you want it~ you’ve probably already thought of what it’d feel like when you’re all by yourself jerking off, haven’t you?” you giggle, attempting to distract satoru from how your hands are making their way to softly palm him through his boxers.

“pfftt..no…” he murmurs unconvincingly.

“uh huh..sure..if you want me to stop i can~” you slowly unwrap around his clothed base before he grabs onto your wrist to stop you.

“wait– i just don’t want it to be too much for you sweets.”

“oh? so you think i can’t handle it?” you relay his own words back at him. yeah, he might have a point. when you first saw him bare just two days ago he was huge, but you’re also too stubborn to back down now.

“n-no! no! of course not! if anything, i know you’d be great!” he attempts to salvage.

“so it’s a yes then?” you’re already gleaming widely from ear to ear knowing he can never say no to you.

“okay fine…god, always raising my cortisol hm?”

“mhm, well i don’t think you’d want it any other way.” you retort while sliding off to turn satoru to the side of the bed and slot yourself in between his knees, pulling at his jeans to fully come off.

“you know me too well sweets~” he chuckles, then quietly hissing when you pull his boxers down slightly and grasp his heavy cock in both hands. it springs free, veiny and thick.

“so big..–and cute–” you sigh to yourself.

“uhm– you calling my dick cute?” he chokes out.

“..yeah?” there’s no point in lying to this man anyways, he’ll sus the truth out almost immediately.

“that’s a new one, but so adorably you!” he smirks.

“i guess…anyways– how do i start?” you mumble shyly looking up at him.

“just– stroke it up and down for now. you’ve got me so hard already—could probably cum from this alone.”

“is this good?” you ask, enamoured by his flushed tip spurting out pre–cum that you thumb over to use as lube.

“fuck– yeah, just like that. you’re way too good at this, sure it’s your first time?” he teases lightly making heat rise to your face.

your eyebrows furrow having had enough with his teasing, you lean in closer and give kitten licks at his tip—no prior warning at all. but his pre tastes surprisingly nice? almost salty from his sweat mixed in with sweetness.

“ah– baby you– impatient little thing.” satoru huffs, hands reaching your roots to slowly guide you on his length.

still pumping and squeezing the base, you stretch your mouth around his girth, trying to take in more of him that will definitely have your jaw aching later. worth it tho.

“hollow your cheeks a little yes–that’s it, doing so well f’me.” you moan at his praise “see what i–hah– mean? absolute pro.”

“mmph– shu– up sa-oru.” came out more garbled than you would’ve wanted, but the sternness was…not really there. at least in satoru’s view, you just looked like a ball of pouting cuteness.

“y’know it’s improper to talk with your mouth full~” he snickers, you squeeze him even harder in retaliation and teeth lightly graze him “ah–fuck okay! i’ll stop!” he cries out, making you hum happily.

you knew damn well that you wouldn’t be able to take all of him straight away, but that doesn’t stop you from trying.

of course—you’re humbled immediately when you attempt to push yourself further only to end up gagging on his cock. quickly you pull away as you try to catch your breath, a string of spit connecting to his pink tip.

“shit baby– feeling too greedy, huh?” you nod meekly in response “it’s okay, don’t rush yourself to take it all. such a good girl, ‘m so close already.”

you honestly don’t know if you’ve discovered a newfound praise kink, but whatever it is he’s doing has your pussy throbbing non stop. your hand slithers to tend to your needy clit, the other still working on satoru as your mouth reconnects with his length.

satoru, ever-so observant, notices you playing with yourself and shamelessly lets out a guttural groan at the sight.

“baby? are you getting off from this as well?” you look up into his beautiful blue eyes, moaning around his cock as if to say yes. “that’s-ngh- so fucking hot, you’re so hot– n i think ‘m bout to cum–” he blurts out in one breath and thighs starting to shake.

you start to work him faster, bobbing your head on what you were able to take and hand speeding up at the base. it’s more than enough to bring him to the edge, he comes undone with a low groan as thick spurts of cum paint the back of your throat.

your lips tighten harder as he cums, milking him for every drop in your mouth and gulping it all down. you soon pull apart, allowing him to change into the spare comfy clothes he keeps in your room.

“heh–i don’t think i’ve ever came that fast. you see what you do to me, sweets?” he effortlessly pulls you back into bed with his strong arms wrapped around your waist once dressed.

“stopp, you’re just saying that..” you mumble whilst melting into his embrace, the blankets on top keeping you warm for now.

“nuh uh, i really mean it! you were seriously amazing.” he earnestly proclaims which has your heart racing at his honest praise.

your phone pings suddenly which slightly alarms you, who would even be messaging you at this time? and it just had to come in when you were finally getting comfy. you grudgingly pick up your phone from the bedside to check.

shoko: girl i love that you’re finally getting some but PLEASE keep it down 🙏🏻

shoko: some of us have an early shift tmrw 🫩

you: GIRL YOU WERE HOME THIS WHOLE TIME???

you: shit shoko i’m genuinely so sorry i didn’t know you were home😭

satoru being the nosey man he is, peers over your shoulder to see what has you so distressed.

“hehe–whoops!” he snickers whilst skimming over your texts.

“satoru! this isn’t funny!” you turn your phone away from him whilst watching the three dots and anticipating shoko’s reply.

shoko: it’s all good but don’t forget to lmk how it was ;)

“oh my god…” you snort at her message, feeling less embarrassed now.

“what did shoko have to say?”

“i guess she wasn’t too bothered, but don’t think i’ll let you get away with it next time…” your eyes narrow at him which shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. “anyways, i’m gonna change, it’s getting kinda cold now” leaving satoru who whines like a baby at the loss of contact.

as you get up and gather your clothes, you’ve found everything which wasn’t a lot but your…underwear?

“babe? have you seen my underwear?” you ask, pulling your oversized tee back on.

he shrugs casually, “hm? i may have thrown them too far, guess i don’t know my own strength.”

“ugh–they were new as well..” you pout, changing into a different pair and climbing back into bed.

“don’t worry mochi! i can buy as many as you want!” he shines his goofy grin making you giggle.

“thanks toru, love you.” you murmur, sleep clearly catching up to you.

“i love you too baby, now let’s get some rest for real this time.” he plants a small kiss at your temple, arms wrapping around you once again with a familiar comforting possessiveness, like they’ve always belonged there.

you’re exactly where you want to be, especially when you’ve never felt safer than right now in your boyfriends loving arms. >ᴗ<

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at some point in their life

[luvs-angel]

they all look so good but yuji omg he looks scrumptious

[rayne143]

writing affirmations for 2026:

at least you didn’t use AI

at least you didn’t use AI

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[luvs-angel]

movie night with bf!gojo gets off track

contents: (nsfw) established relationship, fem reader, use of pet names, brief mention of toys, masturbation (m & f), hints of chubby reader, swearing, inexperienced (but freaky in spirit) reader, mention of porn

authors’ notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, also my first time writing smut don’t hate me if it’s trash

wc: 2.7k

you’ve been dating satoru for a few months now. and with him being your first relationship, he’s been taking everything slowly out of respect for you so you wouldn’t feel rushed into anything.

what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been wanting to take things to the next level, not sex – at least not yet. the most you’ve done so far is making out and grinding on each other, but for weeks on end you’ve been craving for more of him.

it’s worse when you’re ovulating, like you are right now. you get so needy for him and he’s probably clueless to it all. and it’s not like you haven’t tried using your own fingers in the past – it just barely gets you anywhere. shoko and utahime have recommended investing in toys or vibrators but you’re way too shy to even think about it.

today’s another movie date night with satoru, except this time it’s your pick. you decide to be bold and pick something more…explicit.

a show like…bridgerton!

you haven’t watched it yet but utahime has, she in fact told you to watch the pilot episode with satoru to initiate more action with him. you’ve also heard from more of your friends and from the internet that the show can get very sexual which is exactly what you’re looking for.

oh, and for the good plot of course.

you decide to wear tiny shorts that makes your ass slightly peak out and a tight-fitted tank top to emphasise your cleavage. satoru is absolutely a tits guy, he can’t even hide how feral he goes for ‘his girls’ as he calls your boobs. whether it’s casually groping them like they’re his personal stress toy, desperately offering to massage them when they’re sore, or planting hickeys all over your chest.

fuck, you’re getting wet just from remembering how he marks your tits. his possessive side is so fucking sexy and yet you’re not blessed with enough of it–

ding!

your horny train of thought is stopped by the sound of the doorbell ringing, that must be satoru!

when you open the door for him, your mouth practically waters at how delectable he looks. his plain black t-shirt clings tightly to his well–built frame. god, you just want to bite those biceps. he’s also wearing the hello kitty pyjama bottoms that you bought for him knowing how much it means to you.

and of course, he doesn’t come empty handed. he’s carrying a variety of snacks—from your favourite chocolates, mochi for himself (he’ll still end up sharing it with you regardless), sweet popcorn for him, and salty for you. you name it, he has it in his hands.

“hey sweets! i brought all the snacks you wanted–” his chirpy tone trails off the moment he sets his eyes on you, more so what you’re wearing. it’s not your usual attire for movie nights, but trust that satoru is anything but complaining.

“hi toru!” you plant a soft kiss to his lips whilst trying to sound as composed as possible. “shoko’s not home today so we have the whole place to ourselves” you attempt to bring up casually but he doesn’t miss the glint in your eyes.

“lucky me..” he mutters under his breath, still mesmerised by the sight before him.

“what was that?”

“nothing babe!”

“alright…um…are you going to come inside already?”

heh. that’s what she said.

“right! of course, i’ll…come inside.” he really does have the sense of humour of a fourteen year old boy.

whilst you’re walking to your bedroom, satoru follows you from behind. his gaze lowers to your ass tight against those shorts and fuck, he feels like a pervert the way he’s already half–hard.

when you close the door to your bedroom, you immediately feel the energy shift. not in a bad way, no. but to something more tense yet intimate. it’s most likely because satoru has caught onto what you’re doing. he’s quieter than usual, and his stare on you is intense. like he’s observing you to make sure you’re real.

“make yourself comfortable, let me get the first episode up on my laptop.” you sprawl on your stomach to reach your laptop and he can’t help how his eyes avert to your plush thighs as your shorts ride up.

satoru gets himself comfy lying down against your pillows and heaps of plushies (all bought by him of course), grabbing one of your bigger plushies to cover his growing boner. “so what are we watching again?”

“bridgerton! utahime’s been begging me to watch it and it’s been on my watch list for a while, so i thought we could watch it together.” positioning your laptop in front of the both of you.

“sounds good, that the show in the regency era?” his arms sneakily snake to your waist when you sit back up to pull you closer to him.

“yep, that’s the one. hime says there’s a whole lot of yearning later on which is exactly what the fans wanna see~” you gleam as you munch away on your popcorn.

as the episode begins, you snuggle up next to satoru. his large hand is still wrapped around your waist whilst the other snacks away.

—

“wow, we’re not even five minutes in…who would’ve guessed they were so…freaky back then.” you. you did. satoru doesn’t miss how instead of shying away, your eyes are still on the screen as your thighs press together. “also, how are they fucking in the wild open back then and getting away with it?”

“actually, did you know that people were slowly starting to defy the church? it was probably common for men in power to be sexually experienced before marriage and be able to get away with it. as for why they’re doing it in public i…have no idea.” he snickers, stuffing his mouth full of mochi.

you laugh lightly before biting off the other half of his mochi sticking out of his mouth.

“sweets, you got some right here by your mouth.” he chuckles and thumbs away the residue to show you.

“oops!” you lick then lightly suck his thumb—still holding eye contact and he immediately blushes. “mmh, tastes better coming from you.”

satoru’s at a complete loss for words at your sudden boldness and audibly gulps, to which you just giggle at the sight of him all shy.

“baby…you’re seriously going to be the death of me one day.”

“hmm, and why’s that?” you question, acting oblivious.

“i think you know why love, something tells me you’re feeling needy lately.” his voice lowers as his hand trails down to your ass. “is this okay?” he whispers attentively.

“y-yeah, you can go further toru.”

his hand shifts to gently palm your cunt back and forth over your shorts. you bite your lip stifling any sound from how good the friction has you feeling already.

“do you want these off?” his other hand plays with the hem of your shorts and you meekly nod. you lift your hips up so he can pull your shorts down more easily. once they come off, his breath hitches at the sight of your lacy baby blue underwear. “and you’re wearing my favourite colour too? ‘m starting to think you planned this all along.”

“maybe i did~” you tease. he chuckles as his middle finger taps away at your pussy feeling your wet patch.

“god, you’re unreal sweets, getting this wet js’ for me?”

“only for you toru, i..want my panties off too.” you manage to breathe out, already flushed by his fingers playing on your slit.

“are you sure?” he asks in a slightly worried tone and you desperately nod. you’ve never gone this far with him before so he still doesn’t want to make you feel rushed. but you’re all hot and bothered and you haven’t shaved for nothing to happen now.

“alright baby, please make sure to tell me if you want to stop at any point, i only want to make you feel good.” his eyes are looking deep into your own looking for any sign of doubt.

“i promise i want this, i’ve wanted it for a while now.” you assure him as you bring your hand to cup his cheek. pressing your lips against his, you lick his bottom lip to sneak your tongue in and deepen the kiss whilst he starts to pull your panties down.

when they fully come off, you instinctively close your legs at first from feeling exposed. “wait, what if you think that i look weird?” you look away worriedly, unable to meet his gaze.

“hey, it’s okay. it’s just me. you could be wearing a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful woman ever.” he places a sweet kiss to your temple as his larger hands find their way in between your thighs, allowing you to slowly part yourself open for him.

“fuck, [name]…you’re so beautiful. more beautiful than i could’ve imagined.”

“have you thought about this exact moment before, toru?”

“yes.” he answers straight away, “all the time.” his fingers teasingly toy with your clit making you shudder.

“tell me baby, have you ever fingered yourself?”

“well…i’ve tried to but i think my fingers are too short.” your face feels like it’s on fire from straight up admitting to that.

“don’t worry love, i’ll make sure you feel good.” your pussy clenches at his low seductive tone. he slowly slides his middle finger into your entrance to ease the intrusion and you immediately clamp down on it. “this beautiful pussy gripping me so tightly already, sure you can handle one more?”

“please toru, i want it so badly.” you whine. he adds in one more causing a wet squelch to be heard, and you gasp from the stretch. he curls both fingers just right, hitting the g–spot making your hips buck up and moan in pleasure.

the massive plushie covering satorus’ hard–on fell off at some point. yet you don’t notice how satorus’ dick twitches at the sight of you moaning and laid out for him like this, but that can be taken care of later with a cold shower. “how does it feel, sweets?”

“s-so good, please keep going toru.” his fingers pump into you with more speed than before as his thumb starts to rub your clit. he goes slow around your clit at first, before building up the speed to match his pace inside of you. the thrilling sensation leaves you throbbing and grinding against his fingers for more.

“f-faster!” you squeal, feeling the coil in your stomach building up. he can sense that you’re close, from the way your eyebrows furrow as you whine and how your thighs tremble slightly. so he fulfils your pleas and continues to scissor you at a further rapid pace.

“you gonna cum for me [name]? gonna cum on my fingers and let me taste you?”

“ngh– fuck, yes! i-i’m gonna cu-” you cut yourself off with a loud gasp when you feel the tight coil in your stomach come undone. the sight of your eyes rolling back and back arching off the bed has satoru practically leaking pre-cum.

normally one might be embarrassed from finishing so quickly, but you felt too good right now from still riding your high and pulsing around satoru’s long fingers that it was the last of your worries.

satoru brings his fingers coated in your orgasm out to taste you just like he said he would, “mmph- you taste so sweet.” and you feel a gush of wetness surge out of you again from his boldness.

“babe, you’re…hard.” you mumble all flustered like you’re not still half-naked.

“yeaaahh just ignore that swee-”

“i can take care of it..” you quickly cut him off.

“huh? n-no! i mean– you don’t have to!”

“i want to, you helped me so why can’t i help you out?” you’re already palming him through his sweats, tempting him even more.

“i- alright…” he really folded under zero pressure.

you eagerly prop yourself up on your knees at his agreement, hands fumbling with the waistband of his boxers and sweatpants to free his cock. it springs open and wow, he’s fucking big. so thick that your hands couldn’t even reach each other wrapped around his entire base. but also beautiful with his prominent veins and pink flushing tip.

“so big…” your murmur to yourself in slight fear of his massive size which does not fall on deaf ears, he nervously gulps again.

“babe you really don’t have to-”

“–shhhhh!” your index finger reaches his lips to silence him, his dick throbs in your grasp from the act. “seems like you want this as well.” you whisper softly into his ear, slowly pumping your hand up and down his shaft.

“i’ve never done anything like this before so you’re gonna have to guide me, m’kay toru?”

“y-yeah, just keep going and slowly build up the pace.”

you turn his chin to face you and kiss his lips. it’s messier than your usual kisses, teeth clashing as you slide your tongue in and swallow in his moans. you eventually part for some breath, a thick string of saliva still connected to the pair of your lips which you break off to use as lubricant.

“where did you learn to do that?!”

“…from porn.” satoru can’t help but burst out laughing—the last thing he expected was a sweet thing like you to be watching porn.

“hey! don’t laugh at me, how else could i have learned?” you grumble whilst dramatically pouting.

“m sorryy, but that’s what you have a boyfriend for!” he kisses at your pout to make you smile. you hum satisfied with his answer and accidentally squeeze his dick, making him groan deeply.

“god, just like that princess.”

“have you ever thought of me whilst jerking off?” you change the topic so quickly like the thought has been stirring in your mind for a while. he almost chokes from how much more upfront your questions are getting.

you let your saliva fall onto his dick to use for more lubricant and quicken your pace. “c’monn, tell me~!” urging him to reply.

“f-fuck, y-yeah i have– every single time. who else would i think about hmm?”

“good answer. what exactly do you think about me when you do?”

“i’d imagine how you haah– moan and the look on your face as you finish, or squeezing your perfect tits–”

“so perverted toru! s’okay though, you’re my little pervert.” you joke like heat isn’t pooling in your stomach at his lewd thoughts. “are you close baby?”

he nods frantically, “yesss ‘m so close [name], you’re doing so so good.” sloppily thrusting into your grip.

you go even quicker to help him finish, squeezing him at the base just how he likes it. your wrists ache like hell at this point but fuck it.

his hips jerk up soon after, moaning your name as he cums hard. you’re enamoured by his vulnerable but beautiful state and the way his half lidded eyes are staring back to yours with so much admiration.

“how was it, toru? did i do good?”

“more than good, you were perfect my love. so much better than my own hands.” he shines his bright grin. you return his smile then collect the tissue from your bedside drawer to clean the both of you up until you realise–

“oh shit, we forgot to pause the episode! it’s halfway through already.”

“don’t worry~ it’s not like we have anywhere to be, we’ll just rewind it back.” he kisses your forehead before helping you back into your clothes and embracing you as you both settle in to actually watch the episode this time.

—

“i actually quite liked that, although at first i had to mentally decipher what everyone was saying cos’ of the old speech and whatnot. y’know lady whistledown reminds me of gossip girl.”

“aww you remembered when we watched that!” kissing his cheek over and over again.

“of course i do! it was a masterpiece – well until the last season that’s for sure.” you giggle but your boyfriend can tell your mind is going elsewhere.

“what’s going on in that mind of yours princess, hmm?”

“..do you think we can give each other head next time?”

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[luvs-angel]

i wasn’t even planning to write a part 2 but let me cook

[luvs-angel]

movie night with bf!gojo gets off track

contents: (nsfw) established relationship, fem reader, use of pet names, brief mention of toys, masturbation (m & f), hints of chubby reader, swearing, inexperienced (but freaky in spirit) reader, mention of porn

part 2 here

authors’ notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, also my first time writing smut don’t hate me if it’s trash / divider by @uzmacchiato

wc: 2.7k

you’ve been dating satoru for a few months now. and with him being your first relationship, he’s been taking everything slowly out of respect for you so you wouldn’t feel rushed into anything.

what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been wanting to take things to the next level, not sex – at least not yet. the most you’ve done so far is making out and grinding on each other, but for weeks on end you’ve been craving for more of him.

it’s worse when you’re ovulating, like you are right now. you get so needy for him and he’s probably clueless to it all. and it’s not like you haven’t tried using your own fingers in the past – it just barely gets you anywhere. shoko and utahime have recommended investing in toys or vibrators but you’re way too shy to even think about it.

today’s another movie date night with satoru, except this time it’s your pick. you decide to be bold and pick something more…explicit.

a show like…bridgerton!

you haven’t watched it yet but utahime has, she in fact told you to watch the pilot episode with satoru to initiate more action with him. you’ve also heard from more of your friends and from the internet that the show can get very sexual which is exactly what you’re looking for.

oh, and for the good plot of course.

you decide to wear tiny shorts that makes your ass slightly peak out and a tight-fitted tank top to emphasise your cleavage. satoru is absolutely a tits guy, he can’t even hide how feral he goes for ‘his girls’ as he calls your boobs. whether it’s casually groping them like they’re his personal stress toy, desperately offering to massage them when they’re sore, or planting hickeys all over your chest.

fuck, you’re getting wet just from remembering how he marks your tits. his possessive side is so fucking sexy and yet you’re not blessed with enough of it–

ding!

your horny train of thought is stopped by the sound of the doorbell ringing, that must be satoru!

when you open the door for him, your mouth practically waters at how delectable he looks. his plain black t-shirt clings tightly to his well–built frame. god, you just want to bite those biceps. he’s also wearing the hello kitty pyjama bottoms that you bought for him knowing how much it means to you.

and of course, he doesn’t come empty handed. he’s carrying a variety of snacks—from your favourite chocolates, mochi for himself (he’ll still end up sharing it with you regardless), sweet popcorn for him, and salty for you. you name it, he has it in his hands.

“hey sweets! i brought all the snacks you wanted–” his chirpy tone trails off the moment he sets his eyes on you, more so what you’re wearing. it’s not your usual attire for movie nights, but trust that satoru is anything but complaining.

“hi toru!” you plant a soft kiss to his lips whilst trying to sound as composed as possible. “shoko’s not home today so we have the whole place to ourselves” you attempt to bring up casually but he doesn’t miss the glint in your eyes.

“lucky me..” he mutters under his breath, still mesmerised by the sight before him.

“what was that?”

“nothing babe!”

“alright…um…are you going to come inside already?”

heh. that’s what she said.

“right! of course, i’ll…come inside.” he really does have the sense of humour of a fourteen year old boy.

whilst you’re walking to your bedroom, satoru follows you from behind. his gaze lowers to your ass tight against those shorts and fuck, he feels like a pervert the way he’s already half–hard.

when you close the door to your bedroom, you immediately feel the energy shift. not in a bad way, no. but to something more tense yet intimate. it’s most likely because satoru has caught onto what you’re doing. he’s quieter than usual, and his stare on you is intense. like he’s observing you to make sure you’re real.

“make yourself comfortable, let me get the first episode up on my laptop.” you sprawl on your stomach to reach your laptop and he can’t help how his eyes avert to your plush thighs as your shorts ride up.

satoru gets himself comfy lying down against your pillows and heaps of plushies (all bought by him of course), grabbing one of your bigger plushies to cover his growing boner. “so what are we watching again?”

“bridgerton! utahime’s been begging me to watch it and it’s been on my watch list for a while, so i thought we could watch it together.” positioning your laptop in front of the both of you.

“sounds good, that the show in the regency era?” his arms sneakily snake to your waist when you sit back up to pull you closer to him.

“yep, that’s the one. hime says there’s a whole lot of yearning later on which is exactly what the fans wanna see~” you gleam as you munch away on your popcorn.

as the episode begins, you snuggle up next to satoru. his large hand is still wrapped around your waist whilst the other snacks away.

—

“wow, we’re not even five minutes in…who would’ve guessed they were so…freaky back then.” you. you did. satoru doesn’t miss how instead of shying away, your eyes are still on the screen as your thighs press together. “also, how are they fucking in the wild open back then and getting away with it?”

“actually, did you know that people were slowly starting to defy the church? it was probably common for men in power to be sexually experienced before marriage and be able to get away with it. as for why they’re doing it in public i…have no idea.” he snickers, stuffing his mouth full of mochi.

you laugh lightly before biting off the other half of his mochi sticking out of his mouth.

“sweets, you got some right here by your mouth.” he chuckles and thumbs away the residue to show you.

“oops!” you lick then lightly suck his thumb—still holding eye contact and he immediately blushes. “mmh, tastes better coming from you.”

satoru’s at a complete loss for words at your sudden boldness and audibly gulps, to which you just giggle at the sight of him all shy.

“baby…you’re seriously going to be the death of me one day.”

“hmm, and why’s that?” you question, acting oblivious.

“i think you know why love, something tells me you’re feeling needy lately.” his voice lowers as his hand trails down to your ass. “is this okay?” he whispers attentively.

“y-yeah, you can go further toru.”

his hand shifts to gently palm your cunt back and forth over your shorts. you bite your lip stifling any sound from how good the friction has you feeling already.

“do you want these off?” his other hand plays with the hem of your shorts and you meekly nod. you lift your hips up so he can pull your shorts down more easily. once they come off, his breath hitches at the sight of your lacy baby blue underwear. “and you’re wearing my favourite colour too? ‘m starting to think you planned this all along.”

“maybe i did~” you tease. he chuckles as his middle finger taps away at your pussy feeling your wet patch.

“god, you’re unreal sweets, getting this wet js’ for me?”

“only for you toru, i..want my panties off too.” you manage to breathe out, already flushed by his fingers playing on your slit.

“are you sure?” he asks in a slightly worried tone and you desperately nod. you’ve never gone this far with him before so he still doesn’t want to make you feel rushed. but you’re all hot and bothered and you haven’t shaved for nothing to happen now.

“alright baby, please make sure to tell me if you want to stop at any point, i only want to make you feel good.” his eyes are looking deep into your own looking for any sign of doubt.

“i promise i want this, i’ve wanted it for a while now.” you assure him as you bring your hand to cup his cheek. pressing your lips against his, you lick his bottom lip to sneak your tongue in and deepen the kiss whilst he starts to pull your panties down.

when they fully come off, you instinctively close your legs at first from feeling exposed. “wait, what if you think that i look weird?” you look away worriedly, unable to meet his gaze.

“hey, it’s okay. it’s just me. you could be wearing a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful woman ever.” he places a sweet kiss to your temple as his larger hands find their way in between your thighs, allowing you to slowly part yourself open for him.

“fuck, [name]…you’re so beautiful. more beautiful than i could’ve imagined.”

“have you thought about this exact moment before, toru?”

“yes.” he answers straight away, “all the time.” his fingers teasingly toy with your clit making you shudder.

“tell me baby, have you ever fingered yourself?”

“well…i’ve tried to but i think my fingers are too short.” your face feels like it’s on fire from straight up admitting to that.

“don’t worry love, i’ll make sure you feel good.” your pussy clenches at his low seductive tone. he slowly slides his middle finger into your entrance to ease the intrusion and you immediately clamp down on it. “this beautiful pussy gripping me so tightly already, sure you can handle one more?”

“please toru, i want it so badly.” you whine. he adds in one more causing a wet squelch to be heard, and you gasp from the stretch. he curls both fingers just right, hitting the g–spot making your hips buck up and moan in pleasure.

the massive plushie covering satorus’ hard–on fell off at some point. yet you don’t notice how satorus’ dick twitches at the sight of you moaning and laid out for him like this, but that can be taken care of later with a cold shower. “how does it feel, sweets?”

“s-so good, please keep going toru.” his fingers pump into you with more speed than before as his thumb starts to rub your clit. he goes slow around your clit at first, before building up the speed to match his pace inside of you. the thrilling sensation leaves you throbbing and grinding against his fingers for more.

“f-faster!” you squeal, feeling the coil in your stomach building up. he can sense that you’re close, from the way your eyebrows furrow as you whine and how your thighs tremble slightly. so he fulfils your pleas and continues to scissor you at a further rapid pace.

“you gonna cum for me [name]? gonna cum on my fingers and let me taste you?”

“ngh– fuck, yes! i-i’m gonna cu-” you cut yourself off with a loud gasp when you feel the tight coil in your stomach come undone. the sight of your eyes rolling back and back arching off the bed has satoru practically leaking pre-cum.

normally one might be embarrassed from finishing so quickly, but you felt too good right now from still riding your high and pulsing around satoru’s long fingers that it was the last of your worries.

satoru brings his fingers coated in your orgasm out to taste you just like he said he would, “mmph- you taste so sweet.” and you feel a gush of wetness surge out of you again from his boldness.

“babe, you’re…hard.” you mumble all flustered like you’re not still half-naked.

“yeaaahh just ignore that swee-”

“i can take care of it..” you quickly cut him off.

“huh? n-no! i mean– you don’t have to!”

“i want to, you helped me so why can’t i help you out?” you’re already palming him through his sweats, tempting him even more.

“i- alright…” he really folded under zero pressure.

you eagerly prop yourself up on your knees at his agreement, hands fumbling with the waistband of his boxers and sweatpants to free his cock. it springs open and wow, he’s fucking big. so thick that your hands couldn’t even reach each other wrapped around his entire base. but also beautiful with his prominent veins and pink flushing tip.

“so big…” your murmur to yourself in slight fear of his massive size which does not fall on deaf ears, he nervously gulps again.

“babe you really don’t have to-”

“–shhhhh!” your index finger reaches his lips to silence him, his dick throbs in your grasp from the act. “seems like you want this as well.” you whisper softly into his ear, slowly pumping your hand up and down his shaft.

“i’ve never done anything like this before so you’re gonna have to guide me, m’kay toru?”

“y-yeah, just keep going and slowly build up the pace.”

you turn his chin to face you and kiss his lips. it’s messier than your usual kisses, teeth clashing as you slide your tongue in and swallow in his moans. you eventually part for some breath, a thick string of saliva still connected to the pair of your lips which you break off to use as lubricant.

“where did you learn to do that?!”

“…from porn.” satoru can’t help but burst out laughing—the last thing he expected was a sweet thing like you to be watching porn.

“hey! don’t laugh at me, how else could i have learned?” you grumble whilst dramatically pouting.

“m sorryy, but that’s what you have a boyfriend for!” he kisses at your pout to make you smile. you hum satisfied with his answer and accidentally squeeze his dick, making him groan deeply.

“god, just like that princess.”

“have you ever thought of me whilst jerking off?” you change the topic so quickly like the thought has been stirring in your mind for a while. he almost chokes from how much more upfront your questions are getting.

you let your saliva fall onto his dick to use for more lubricant and quicken your pace. “c’monn, tell me~!” urging him to reply.

“f-fuck, y-yeah i have– every single time. who else would i think about hmm?”

“good answer. what exactly do you think about me when you do?”

“i’d imagine how you haah– moan and the look on your face as you finish, or squeezing your perfect tits–”

“so perverted toru! s’okay though, you’re my little pervert.” you joke like heat isn’t pooling in your stomach at his lewd thoughts. “are you close baby?”

he nods frantically, “yesss ‘m so close [name], you’re doing so so good.” sloppily thrusting into your grip.

you go even quicker to help him finish, squeezing him at the base just how he likes it. your wrists ache like hell at this point but fuck it.

his hips jerk up soon after, moaning your name as he cums hard. you’re enamoured by his vulnerable but beautiful state and the way his half lidded eyes are staring back to yours with so much admiration.

“how was it, toru? did i do good?”

“more than good, you were perfect my love. so much better than my own hands.” he shines his bright grin. you return his smile then collect the tissue from your bedside drawer to clean the both of you up until you realise–

“oh shit, we forgot to pause the episode! it’s halfway through already.”

“don’t worry~ it’s not like we have anywhere to be, we’ll just rewind it back.” he kisses your forehead before helping you back into your clothes and embracing you as you both settle in to actually watch the episode this time.

—

“i actually quite liked that, although at first i had to mentally decipher what everyone was saying cos’ of the old speech and whatnot. y’know lady whistledown reminds me of gossip girl.”

“aww you remembered when we watched that!” kissing his cheek over and over again.

“of course i do! it was a masterpiece – well until the last season that’s for sure.” you giggle but your boyfriend can tell your mind is going elsewhere.

“what’s going on in that mind of yours princess, hmm?”

“..do you think we can give each other head next time?”

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[slutdge]

i love being a pervert online with all of you

[luvs-angel]

til 3005

part 1 > part 2 (tba)

summary: frat boy gojo is an academic weapon by day and party animal by night. with his model looks and charming personality, he could go for anyone he wants. but ever since he met you, he's been completely heart-struck. you're one of the few people to share his nerdy interests and the only one who unknowingly makes his heart beat a million times per minute. but will he be able to successfully pull you without anyone getting in the way?

notes: this is a rewrite of my series! deleting the old version lowkey hurt but this is more in-depth. i also renamed it because the other title was too long. if you can tell i know nothing about digimon and physics so if anyone would like to educate me pls do 🥲 anyways enjoy reading 🫶🏽

contents: sfw, fluff, crack, fem!reader, mentions of insecurities, swearing, mention of hookups (no actual smut), a lot of dialogue and texting

wc: 4.7k

satoru gojo was a man who had always stood out effortlessly. the way he holds himself in that lazy charismatic manner—he knows what he’s doing. wherever he went, people were so drawn to him you would think he was a human magnet.

satoru had won the lottery in life. he could literally model with how tall and unique-looking he is, he comes from an insanely rich family, he’s popular, the vp of his fraternity (he turned down the role as frat president because he thought it would be too boring), and he’s on top of all of his studies.

he’s also a strong party animal— okay, strong may not be the best word. after the first few parties, it was a known fact that satoru gojo can’t hold his liquor well. but either way, a party was not a party without satoru’s presence.

when he’s often asked how he’s so smart despite always being seen at every function, he just shrugs and hits them with the:

“i don’t even study like that. i guess it’s a natural talent of mine” which he knew would only make people envy him 10 times more.

however that statement could not be further from the truth.

if he’s not at the frat house then he’s hiding out at the back of the library. he’s typically wearing a hoodie and sunglasses to disguise his distinct cloudy white hair and cerulean eyes. he goes to these random but extreme lengths just so he can fully lock in with studying without any distractions.

during all of his lectures he sits at the very front either attentively taking notes or arguing back and forth with his professors. his friends sat with him find it hilarious, he calls it dedication to the course.

this one time one of his professors were so annoyed with him they said that maybe he should teach the lesson instead. rather than doubling down in his seat, satoru proudly stood up and walked over to where his professor was standing at the front and took over the lesson for the rest of the hour.

safe to say the professor was left in shock when the students admitted without any bias that they learned better with satoru explaining and breaking down the topic in…dessert terms?

anyone can see why his ego is through the roof, it’s like the world bends in his favour.

the first time satoru properly notices you is during his favourite class—physics, hence why it’s also his major. you were a few rows behind him when you raised your hand to answer the professor’s question.

you see, satoru is one of those people who will shamelessly twist his entire body to face whoever raises their hand to talk and stare into their soul. he most likely doesn’t even realise how creepy he looks to everyone else when he does that. is it a subconscious method to taunt them or is he just like that? who even knows anymore.

and of course, he’s now doing the exact same to you.

you rarely speak up in this class because most of the time the content seriously confuses you. but to your surprise, you actually got the question right! seems like your studying was truly paying off.

whilst you’re mentally celebrating in your head, you accidentally make eye contact with a pair of the most brightest blue eyes you think you’ve ever seen. in this moment all you can think is:

why the hell is gojo staring at me like that?

you briefly know about this guy—but really who doesn’t know him? your roommate shoko is also good friends with him and mentions funny drunken stories about him from time to time.

his eyes are wide open towards you and his mouth slightly agape. to you it looks like he’s spaced out, but you don’t notice how he’s now gone slightly pink by the ears.

unfortunately for you, your facial expressions will speak before you get the chance to. your eyebrows furrow and your face scrunches up into a heavily concerned look whilst he stares at you like you’ve solved world hunger.

you then remember that you have free will and don’t have to endure this slightly embarrassing atmosphere. so like the most natural thing you think to do, you look down to your notes and start acting like you’re busy writing notes to avoid this already awkward situation.

meanwhile satoru’s mind is having an existential crisis of its own. he’s in a state of complete awe the moment his eyes land upon you. he’s never seen you properly up until now and he doesn’t want to turn away anytime soon.

he doesn’t miss how your face screwed up at his stare. fuck, he probably looks like a creep right now. yet he couldn’t bring himself to turn away. it was like your resting bitch face and contrasting soft voice held him in a trance. dramatic much?

now he’s just mad at himself for not noticing you all this time. he’s still stuck in a complete daze until-

“gojo! turn back around and focus!” professor yaga shouted which causes him to jump in his seat from shock. the whole class abrupts into laughter and he can only nervously chuckle before turning away.

wait a minute…was he seriously still staring at you this whole time? even after you looked away?

at this point, you’re worried that something was on your face and he happened to noticed of all people. ugh, just your luck.

the bell rings and satoru’s packing up his things slower than usual in hopes of being able to talk to you.

“bro what’s taking you so long?” his friend groaned to which he rolls his eyes.

“don’t wait up for me, i need to ask the prof something”

he slowly grew impatient in waiting for you to come down, so he decided to finally leave. just as he left his row-

thud

“ow!” yep. he had now bumped into you. this day was clearly not in his favour. he couldn’t even apologise straight away when he sees you in front of him. you’re even more beautiful up close. he scans you over to act like he’s checking if you hurt. but really it’s an excuse to look at you for longer—like he has to memorise your face.

you perfectly emulate the vibes of the mc from a dreamy shoujo anime. from the way your tinted lip gloss plumps your perfect lips, to how your pink double off the shoulder top hugs your torso in all the right places, along with your pretty plaid brown & pink skirt that emphasised your simple but effective style. and god, your scent. he could faintly smell your perfume of something like vanilla and a bakery.

“oh shit, my bad!” his voice cracked which only reminded him how bad he was messing this up.

fuck my fucking chungus life.

he can redeem himself…right?

“sorry love, i should’ve watched where i was going” he shines his typical, flashy grin whilst rubbing his nape to compose himself.

“um…don’t worry, it’s all good.” you glance at him once with a quick but polite smile.

your beautifully manicured nails tap against your tote bag as you walk away. he then notices your badge of biyomon from digimon pinned to your bag—alongside many other badges of multiple animes and games.

his eyes lit up like a puppy being shown its favourite treats. now he’s 100% certain that you’re heaven sent.

of course, satoru was a nerd in other aspects. whether it be something mundane like the gym or his subjects, but they were more respectable interests. not that he cared about what people had to say or anything…

okay maybe just a little.

it all came down to feeling like he had a reputation to uphold since he was a child. his parents constantly drilled into his head to act a certain way. as he grew older, it became easier to defy them and their expectations.

but their reminders would still linger in the back of his mind. words that told him to hide his flaws from the rest of the world and to only show the best version of himself. sometimes it was easier said than done to ignore it all.

“wait up!” he jogs up to you whilst trying to not appear so frantic.

you hear him, but you keep walking, simply assuming that he was calling out to one of his friends who were sat next to him. imagine your shock when gojo is now in front of you and stopping you in your tracks.

“were you talking to me?” you ask, slightly startled.

“yeah, you sweets.”

you won’t lie and say this feels kind of intimidating. his 6 foot something frame is currently towering over you and you’re truly lost on what he could possibly want to say to you right now. but at the same time, these pet names he’s giving you makes your heart unknowingly skip a beat.

is he about to bully you?

…

yeah…so you have an obvious tendency of assuming the worst case scenario. you’re not even sure why your mind went there but it seemed to be the most plausible explanation.

“is everything okay…?”

“everything’s great! sorry, i know this is random but i saw your biyomon badge—do you play?”

oh? your tense shoulders drop and you lightly giggle because that was the last question you expected to be asked. that heavenly sound makes his lips curve upwards into a soft smile.

“yeah, i play occasionally. i used to be obsessed with the anime as well because of my older brother who put me on when we were younger.”

you continue your walk to your next class, but now with gojo joining you by your side.

“um, what do you think of digimon? do you play as well?” you ask inquisitively.

“who, little old me?” he asks like he’s been waiting his entire life for this question “of course i love it!” he grins like it’s second nature and wow his teeth are beaming.

“been playing since i was child as well. every other game out there just wasn’t it for me. i’ve binge watched the anime so many times that i’ve lost track now. but now because of all these frat duties and exams in the way, i rarely ever get the time.”

“ugh, i hear that. you know my friend shoko, right?”

“yeah! we’ve been friends since middle school—now why has she done me the disservice of not introducing us to each other sooner enough?”

you laugh, a little bit flustered and unsure on what to say to that.

“she once asked me if digimon was like a sequel to pokémon! i forced her to listen to me ramble on for hours about how they’re not the same.”

“she said the exact same thing to me too! i had to put her in timeout, the disrespect was insane.” he sighs dramatically at the memory, meanwhile you’re dying at the thought of shoko accepting her fate in timeout.

“at this point i’m convinced she gets a thrill out of rage baiting everyone around her.”

your steps come to a hault when you look up and realise you’re at your next class.

“oh- this is my class.”

you’re kind of upset that your conversation has to come to an end so soon.

“wait—sorry darling, i didn’t catch your name?”

“i’m [name], and you?”

“a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” he winks at you.

why is he such a flirt, and why does it work on you?

“i’m satoru gojo, but you can just call me satoru. um, so– i know this is sudden but do you think i can get your number? i’d love to talk more with you.”

“y-yeah, i’d really like that.” pulling your phone out to exchange numbers.

when you give him your phone so he can put in his number, your hands brush against his briefly. his larger hands feel warm and surprisingly soft. you jolt back slightly whereas he doesn’t shy away, still smiling brightly before giving your phone back with his contact in.

“great! i’ll text you later today?”

“that’s fine, bye satoru!” you wave him goodbye as you head inside your class. he waves back and he already knows that you’re going to be the death of him when he hears you say his name—he’d literally give you anything you asked for.

damn i’m easy.

—

you couldn’t even properly focus in your next class, your mind kept going back to satoru. ugh, this was so dumb. you only had like one conversation yet here you are unable to stop thinking about him.

if your friends shoko and utahime were with you right now and saw how you became after one interaction with a guy, they’d definitely force you to go out with them and actually socialise. that honestly sounded like your personal hell.

but then again, you couldn’t keep them in the dark, could you…?

your fingers have already found your trio’s group chat like muscle memory and now typing away like your life depends on it.

you: you guys won’t believe who i spoke to today

hime 🖤: ooo who??

sho 🤎: who was it?

you: freaking satoru gojo

you: he’s in my physics class

hime 🖤: ugh, that weirdo? you can do sm better babe

you: pls we only had one convo, i don’t think it’s like that

you: even tho he flirted w me

you: like a lot…

you: idk tho maybe i’m reading into it

sho 🤎: be honest, what do you think of him?

you: hmm honestly? i think he’s cute

you: we got each other’s numbers so maybe we’ll talk more?

you: also sho we lowkey talked abt you

sho 🤎: good things i hope? 🤨

you: i mean he told me about how he put you in timeout…?

sho 🤎: is that his weak ass attempt at impressing you? it’s just a regular occurrence atp lol

hime 🖤: why am i not surprised 🤦🏻‍♀️

hime 🖤: but [name] just be careful, you never know how it truly is with these frat guys

you didn’t want to admit it, but utahime had a good point—a point you were trying to ignore. there was a high chance that satoru was simply a natural flirt and was like that with every other girl. who’s to say that you’re any special?

you: yeah maybe you’re right

you set your phone down after sending the last text, not wanting to give it anymore thought.

—

a few hours later, school wasn’t finished yet but satoru had a free session which was a good time to head to the library.

he’s once again zoned out and grinning to himself, thinking back to his earlier interaction with you and how the conversation began to flow so easily. sure, he’s flirted with other girls before for quick and easy hookups—but everything about this time felt different.

“yo, satoru!” a familiar voice called out, snapping him out of his daze. he immediately recognised the voice to be none other than suguru geto, his childhood best friend and now in the same fraternity as him. “i wasn’t even that far behind you, how did you not hear me the first two times? you turning old n’ deaf or something?”

“oh, i was daydreaming!” satoru joyfully exclaims with a hint of sarcasm. well…is it still sarcasm if it’s true?

“haha, very funny.” suguru mocks monotonously, “what were you really so lost in thought about anyways?”

“nothing! just the usual assignments..” he answers way too quickly, raising suguru’s suspicions even further.

“sure, sure…” he replies doubtfully but decides to not dwell on it for now. he’d get the real answer out of him later. “anyways, you ready for tonight’s party?”

“shit, that’s today?”

“satoru, how are you forgetting as the frats’ vice president? didn’t you literally plan it?”

“yes…” he groans “it’s cool though, i would’ve found out anyways by the time i came back to the house and saw the party happening.”

“that’s not– you know what? sure.”

“wait– what time does it start again?”

“just how on earth are you still the vice president?”

“i’m kidding! geez! take a chill pill suguru, think i saw a grey hair pop out from those so called ‘shiny’ locks of yours.” his evil snicker echoes.

“you’d know a lot about grey hair wouldn’t you? your whole hair is basically grey...” the petty raven head deliberately mutters just loud enough to be heard by his friend.

“WATCH IT!” he shrieks loudly and completely offended, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GIRLS- NO WAIT– GUYS AS WELL LOVE MY LUSCIOUS CLOUDY LOCKS?! OR HOW MANY MODELLING AGENCIES HAVE BEEN HUNTING ME DOWN?”

“i don’t think grandmas and grandpas who mistake you as their age-mate count…”

“does your mom count?”

“SATORU YOU–”

later that day at 6:30pm

the faint scent of cheap perfume, alcohol and weed lingered in the winter air, a usual sign that the party had just begun. although satoru came at what he thought was an early time, the house was already almost packed. the bass of the music grew louder with each step to the frat house.

as satoru entered the house, he immediately felt all of the stares on him. they weren’t stares of judgement –well, aside from the anomalies that were nanami and sukuna– but looks of admiration. even in the low lit room and with his sunglasses on, it was still heavily obvious.

sorority girls eyed him up and down, smirking at him shamelessly whilst the frat bros cheered at the sight of their fellow vice president.

“about time you showed up!”

“fashionably late huh?”

“not my fault everyone’s always so eager to see me~” he teases whilst making his way to the kitchen for a drink, the crowd practically parts ways for him alone.

the music’s just loud enough to block out all of his worries for now. he takes the ladle to try out whatever new horrendous drink was created and deal with the consequences of his hangover tomorrow.

“satoru~” a hand snaked to his shoulder from behind, her nails clawing into his shoulder almost possessively. he flinches at the familiar yet unwanted touch.

he immediately knew who it was, not even bothering to turn around and bless her with his full engagement. he glanced backwards at her briefly before speaking up “mei mei, hi.”

“i’ve missed you y’know? feels like i barely see you around anymore” she takes it upon herself to go around the table and face him directly, meanwhile satoru suddenly finds the bowl of the unknown juice very interesting.

“hmm, might be because i don’t want to see you?” which receives a low chuckle from her.

“still as funny as ever i see”

“i wasn’t joking?” he replies earnestly to which her smirk slightly falters.

mei mei was satoru’s ex from almost a year ago, which explains why he had no energy to entertain any kind of conversation with her. talking to a wall would’ve been much more interesting in his eyes.

their breakup last year was…messy to say the least. satoru initiated it which mei mei did not take well.

she only ever saw him as her personal ATM machine or for sex. of course, as a boyfriend he had no problem for either matter. after all he came from a stupidly rich family and he didn’t mind fulfilling her needs too. but that’s all there was to it. like his love was something transactional.

any basic level of respect was practically one-sided from satoru’s end. during the relationship it seemed like mei mei just wanted to boast that she had the infamous satoru gojo solely exclusive to her and her only, as if he was a special prize to be paraded around.

realising mei mei was still in front of him and moving closer by the minute, now torturing him with her usual speech about how she misses them together, satoru sighed dramatically before interrupting her,

“well, this was not nice but i’m going to leave now. i think i see nanamin calling me over there? okay baii~”nanami was in fact not calling for him. ironically, he avoids satoru in the same way satoru does from mei mei. but he might as well harass nanami whilst he’s still at the party, right?

“NA NA MIN– oh hey shoko!” he stops to talk to her, to which nanami on the other side of the living room takes the initiative to escape the party and ultimately escape satoru.

“hi gojo.”

“actually, no! don’t ‘hi gojo’ me!” raising his hand dismissively before continuing on with his rant “when were you gonna tell me about [name]? were you planning to hide her away forever like mother gothel did to rapunzel?”

“what are you talking about? she just doesn’t like the party scene so she doesn’t come with us. that’s probably why you haven’t met her properly yet since now.”

“oh!…right– i knew that. what i REALLY meant was why haven’t you introduced me to her?”

“why should i have to? she’s not the type to want a one and done deal like you. plus you don’t need to know all of my female friends you perv.”

“shoko you don’t understand, i haven’t even thought about anything like that with her.” he reaffirms “and stop thinking of me as some sort of slut! i don’t just think with my dick unlike others here…”

“so what exactly do you want from me?” she sighs as she lights up her cigarette. she can sense that he’s being truly genuine in his tone and desperation.

“be my wingwoman! put in a good word for me, your good old childhood friend, please?” he pouts like a kicked puppy to attempt guilt-tripping her. it doesn’t work. “what does she think of me so far?”

“oh my god satoru, you sound so pathetic right now.” she groans whilst debating how much she should let on. “um..she thinks you’re cool i guess?”

“cool in a hot way or friendly way?”

“i don’t know?!”

“wait– she’s single right?”

“would she have taken your number if she wasn’t?”

“i don’t know, it hasn’t stopped other girls from talking to me in the past.” he shrugs cluelessly.

shoko rolls her eyes for a good ten seconds, now contemplating if utahime was right. “yes. she’s single.”

“phew!” he comically wipes the imaginary sweat off his forehead “the last thing i needed was another girl’s angry partner plotting on my downfall.”

“right…well good luck with that satoru. i’m gonna go harass choso for a deal on his stash, shit’s getting too pricey these days.” she murmurs in annoyance, already waving him off and speed-walking away before he can bombard her with fifty more questions.

—

although your friends were usually out at a party on a friday night, you were currently in the kitchen of your and shoko’s shared dorm baking kinder bueno stuffed cookies. it was also in good preparation for shoko’s inevitable hangover tomorrow morning.

it wasn’t like your friends were leaving you out, rather they often begged you to come and join them. but after your small share of parties in freshman year, you knew it wasn’t for you. it may seem pretty boring but you’ve always preferred the quiet nights to yourself.

just as you’re waiting for the cookies that were fresh from the oven to cool down, your phone on the counter pings notifying you of a text.

could it be him?

satoru: hey sweets 😗

speak of the devil…

you: is that my new nickname?

satoru: only if you want it to be ;)

he’s flirting right? you might as well be bold back.

you: hmm why not

you: but only if i can give one to you too 🙃

god, you’re pretty sure this is how your ten year old cousin flirts with her five different boyfriends. but she must also be onto something if she has five of them…

satoru: oh please do

satoru: even if it’s degrading i won’t mind 🥹

you: you’re so weird 😭

you: what do you think of toru?

satoru: immediately yes

satoru: from now on you can only call me that

you: okayy (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

satoru: what r you up to rn? i’m missing you at this party🙁

satoru: [sent 1 image]

he sends a picture of him pouting dramatically. the picture’s angled up high whilst he’s sat on the couch, so you don’t miss how his t-shirt clings tightly onto his well-defined body. he’s wearing expensive sunglasses that conceal his bright eyes. he looks…really good. but why does he have sunglasses on inside?

you: not really a fan of parties, sorry (,, ‸ ,, )

you: i’m waiting for these cookies i made to cool down as we speak

satoru: ooo can i see?

you send a selfie of you winking at the camera and making a peace sign with the tray of cookies still in frame behind you.

satoru: looks so good

satoru: and the cookies too 😅

you: you’re such a flirt

satoru: seems like i can’t help it when it comes to you

satoru: but seriously, those cookies look amazing 🤤

you: thank you! maybe i can make you some in the future

satoru: i’d absolutely love that :)

satoru: also yk how we have that physics test on monday?

you: now why would you remind me (╥﹏╥)

satoru: because i have a proposition for you!

you: i’m listening…

satoru: you, me, and a study date tomorrow at the library? 👀

a study date? does he mean it like a real date?

okay, act cool act cool–

you: i’m down :) what time?

satoru: 3pm work for you?

you: yes! ( ദ്ദി ˙ ᗜ ˙ )

satoru: great! can’t wait to see you ;)

you give his message a like whilst your heart beats so loudly it feels like it’s going to pound out of your chest. how did one conversation with him already land you a date only a few hours later?

—

meanwhile at the frat party, satoru’s grinning from ear to ear at his phone. he’s trying to be discreet so to not raise any suspicion, but he’s failing miserably.

mei mei on the other side of the room is still watching him like a hawk, not missing how he lights up whilst typing away. she’s seen him with other girls after they broke up but this time it looks completely different. judging from his facial expressions alone, he seems so much more genuine. way more genuine than he’d ever been with her.

“study date, huh?” brown eyes from behind the couch peak over satorus’ shoulder to view his text chain.

“SUGURU! can you mind your damn business?!” he groans in embarrassment.

“is this what had you zoned out earlier? a little crush?”

seeing no effort in lying to his best friend, he admitted “something like that, yeah.” sighing since finally confessing that out loud for the first time.

“interesting, didn’t think you were one for crushes.” suguru jumps over the couch (very nonchalantly) to take up the spare seat next to him.

“i’m not. but…i don’t even know man. she’s real cute. i just met her in my physics class today and she’s now living in my head rent free.” his hands drag over to cover his face.

suguru studies his friend a little longer, it’s kind of amusing to see how perplexed he feels by possibly having a crush on someone. “seems intense” he comments.

“oh trust me. i feel sick, but in a good way? like as i was texting her, it felt like i had moths in my stomach.”

“you mean butterflies?”

“nah. pretty sure the saying is moths, dumbass.”

“i guess bro…so you’re planning to just study as a date? seems pretty boring if you ask me.”

“y’know it’s not illegal to speak in the library right? i’m obviously going to try and get to know her more whilst we study. it’s called multitasking, or a more fancy term, maximising my utility” he states matter of factly.

“i’m sure ‘talking’ is all you plan to do.” suguru teases playfully.

“HUUHH? why’d you say talking like that you creep?! and shoko tried calling me the pervert…” he mumbles (still offended by shoko) which makes suguru burst out laughing.

regardless, one thing was certain. satoru was mentally kicking his feet in excitement, barely able to wait for tomorrow to come.

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