You can call me Ivy, I'm Colombian, so English isn't my first language.
I've been writing since middle school I think, but I never had the courage to actually post the things I wrote. My sister encouraged me so here I am.
I consume too many things all at once, so you could say I'm multifandom. I'm still in my Jjk era, but I love Aot as well. I like everything that has to do with superheroes, so DC, Marvel. Love it. I also love video games like Resident Evil, Call Of Duty, Mortal Kombat, so on so on.
My humor is pretty much brain rot so, bare with me.
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ONE SHOTS / FICS
Bark Like You Want It
It's A Football Thing
TOJI FUSHIGURO
Feelin' The Heat: Your dad hates Toji. Your hot neighbor who just happens to have a pool. Exactly what you need for a hot day like this.
Needs: Toji has been ignoring you after what happened at his house. But one night, he finally decided that enough is enough. He needs to have you.
Aftertaste: Your dad finds out what you've been doing with Toji. Your hot, single-dad neighbour. He gives you a hard time and makes you realize that perhaps you were nothing more than just a hookup to him.
NANAMI KENTO
Lunch Break: Your husband has a thirty-minute lunch break, and he’s going to make good use of it by making you his lunch.
I'll be quick: Your husband has an important meeting, and he needs to look his best. He asks for your opinion on how the suit looks on him. But you can only think about how badly you want him inside of you.
Baby Fever: Your husband has caught a fever only you can cure. Baby fever.
Tears Run Down My Thighs: I get wet at the thought of you. Being a responsible guy. Treating me like you're supposed to do. Tears run down my thighs.
CHOSO KAMO
Bedazzled: Choso is an awkward, socially inept virgin. You’re the devil, and taking pity on him, you decide to grant him one wish in exchange for his soul. He knows exactly on what he’s spending that wish on.
When Did You Get Hot?: My friends walk in your friends' direction. Said, "Girl, don't you know Choso?" And I was like Huh, when did you get hot? All the sudden, I could look you up and down all day.
House Tour: Choso musters the courage to become the TA of the hottest professors on campus, you. But he just can't seem to concentrate when you're around him. He fucks up badly, and you, as understanding as ever, invite him over to your apartment for a little lesson in concentration.
GOJO SATORU
Two's a crowd, three's a party: You are the manager of a band called Six Eyes. You love your job, but two members managed to run your patience thin, Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru. What happens when one night, after their last concert, they show you their gratitude?
Anatomy Lessons: You are struggling with your biology class; anatomy was just a difficult topic. Luckily for you, nerdjo is giving you some good ol' anatomy lessons.
Make U Cum: Your obsession over nerdjo keeps growing, for better or for worse. One day, just before his class, you decided to show him a new toy you got just for him.
Bad Desire: Satoru is completely and utterly obsessed. How the tables turn, huh? He needs you like air. You leave him alone in your dorm for a while, and he finds something precious, your panties. Discovering him on the scene of the crime, you have to punish him.
Dirty Little Secret: After publicly humiliating your secret hookup in front of your friends, you discover that Satoru Gojo can hold a grudge—and he's determined to be a brat about it.
SUGURU GETO
Two's a crowd, three's a party: You are the manager of a band called Six Eyes. You love your job, but two members managed to run your patience thin, Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru. What happens when one night, after their last concert, they show you their gratitude?
Secret Door: Following your favorite librarian to the back room as he looks for your R-rated book won't lead to something else, right? Right?
RYOMEN SUKUNA
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?: Sukuna’s always been the reckless stoner who drags you into his chaos. But after that one night, you demand to never see him again, but he can’t get you out of his head. No matter how much you try to cut him off, he keeps finding his way back.
HIGURUMA HIROMI
My moon, my man: Your husband came home from a long and exhausting day at the office. You know how to get him to rest peacefully all night long.
SHOKO IEIRI
Treat You Better: You and Shoko are best friends, but you've always -secretly- wanted more. Tonight, when you're filled with jealousy and weed. You show her in what way you love her.
Synopsis: After publicly humiliating your secret hookup in front of your friends, you discover that Satoru Gojo can hold a grudge—and he's determined to be a brat about it.
Satoru Gojo x Reader
MDNI. fem!reader, popular!reader, loser!gojo, nerdjo once again, porn with a little bit of plot, sub!gojo, mean!reader, dacryphilia, begging, cowgirl, recording, mentions of humiliation kink, slapping, bratty!gojo, anal fingering, blowjob (fem receiving), CNC, mentions of girl cock but not really, strap-on, pegging, whimper audios.
Word Count. 3.4K
Based on this request
Credit to @narutoss.ramen on twt for the pic.
“F-fuck, you’re so tight,” Satoru whined from beneath you as your hips bounced up and down rapidly, your wet pussy clenching his cock in a taut grip.
His glasses were foggy and slipping past his nose. With glossy eyes, he looked up at you, silently begging for—what was he begging for? Mercy. Maybe?
He just looked so pretty like this; his cheeks flushed, pouty lips jutting and trembling as moans and whimpers escaped past them.
Your relationship with Satoru wasn’t really complicated. It started accidentally; an assignment in exchange for a look at your boobs, that was all he wanted— what a pervert, huh? You ended up agreeing, and soon, a look at your boobs ended up as you taking his virginity.
He was cute, you couldn’t deny that, but he was still a biggg loser. You two weren’t friends anyway, so treating him like a fuck buddy in exchange for your assignments and projects was a win-win, and you couldn’t deny it. Satoru had a huge cock.
“Shut up–” You moaned out, a hand wrapping around his throat, putting enough pressure to restrict his air flow. His head was fuzzy now, all thoughts about you as he babbled incoherently, something about your name and— “fuck! L-love you– Nghnnn! Love you! I love you.”
You rolled your eyes at his words, covering his mouth with your other hand. He whined against it, covering your hand with spit.
“You talk too much.” You managed to breathe out, the hand that was around his neck slipped down his chest, past his toned abs, and V-line before reaching your clit.
You rolled your fingers over the sensitive bud, not stopping the torture of your hips against him. He was writhing beneath you, shaky hands holding your waist like a lifeline.
“Mhnmm—close! ‘m close!” He mumbled against your hand, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was such a crybaby.
Your pussy clenched at the sight, making him whimper as you got even tighter around him. His cock was twitching uncontrollably, his thighs tensed as he tried not to cum without permission.
“P-please—“ He begged with muffled words, eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you with puppy eyes. Your hand fell from his mouth, letting his moan escape freely—and loudly. “Please! Let me c-cum…”
Your thighs were aching, and you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten. God, you wanted to cum too, but watching Satoru crumble apart was far better.
He was trying so hard not to cum; eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as pitiful whimpers left his pouty lips.
“Beg.”
Satoru whined loudly, throwing his head back as he cried out. “I am!”
“Do it better.”
God, you were so mean. He loved it.
“Please—please! Please let me cum, I’ll be good—a good boy, please.” Oh, he was done for. You hummed at his words, a hand settling on his chest, using it as leverage to pick up the pace again.
“F-fuhhh–fuck! Oh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, please! Please!” He was practically screaming now.
“Cum f’me, ‘toru.” You purred, leaning down to kiss him, swallowing all his pathetic moans.
He came hard. Hands gripping your waist tightly, nails digging into your skin, and you knew he was going to leave marks. Your hand moved up to his neck again, choking him as spurts of thick, warm cum filled you up.
“Mghnmm…”
God, his moans were like honey. It didn’t take long before your orgasm took over your body, back arching against him as your thighs shook. Cunt clenching around his sensitive cock. “Oh, fuck–Satoru…”
And Satoru? Oh, he was in heaven.
Your combined pants and ragged breaths were the only thing that could be heard in his dorm.
Spent you lifted your body, watching as his softening cock slipped out of your pussy, landing against his stomach with a wet twap! Cum oozed out, pooling on his thigh as you got down from him.
You reached for your phone –forgotten on the nightstand– and quickly entered the camera app, your fingers gathered his cum as you hit record, the flash making him squint as he opened his mouth obediently, tongue lolling out like a slut.
“Such a good boy, ‘toru…” Your cum-stained fingers settled on his tongue as his mouth closed around them, swallowing his own cum, all while staring back at the camera. He looked divine, glasses askew and eyes glossy behind the big frames. You had made it a habit to record him while you two were having sex, and he’d sometimes send you audios and videos while he jacked off; he knew how much you loved the sound of his whimpers.
“What a whore.” You ended the video with a satisfied smile, sighing contentedly as you got up from his bed.
You gathered your clothes, not bothering with after-care as you slipped into your skimpy skirt. “Thanks for the assignment, Satoru.”
He propped on his arms, staring at you with his mouth agape. “Y-you're welcome.”
After making sure you looked good in your hand mirror, you walked up to him again, leaning down to pick something from the floor before throwing it at him. Your panties. “Here, for being good today.”
He grasped the flimsy fabric in his hands like it was something precious. “T-thanks.” He was good…
With that, you picked up your heels and left his room.
Fuck, he was screwed, literally.
He knew he shouldn’t get so attached. You were clear about the relationship from the beginning; no feelings, not even interactions behind closed doors.
He was getting obsessed. A pretty woman like you was willing to have sex with him! That was all he needed, really. But then there was also your smile, and your eyes, how you walked in those heels, and how the world seemed to be at your feet.
If Paramount Pictures were making another Mean Girls reboot, you’d totally be Regina. Queen bee of the campus, everyone followed you around like lost puppies, and, of course, he wasn’t the exception.
He knows he shouldn’t be here. A frat party? What was he even thinking? He wasn’t even invited! But since summer vacation had rolled in, he hadn’t seen you in a long time, and he was getting desperate.
He knew you were here; he had seen your Instagram story.
His heart was in his ass, the loud music from the party, and all the bodies around him as he tried to walk were making him nervous. Then he spotted you. Surrounded as always by your followers, laughing and giggling at something you had said. He moved on autopilot, his legs dragged him towards you without even thinking about it.
Your friends spotted him first, scrunching their noses and making disgusted faces as if he had the plague. “What the fuck is he doing here?” One of them —a bleached blonde one— said loudly.
He stilled, hands fidgeting as he looked at you. “I–I uh–” What was he doing?! Why was he here?! His mind was blank, no thoughts in there whatsoever.
Another girl turned to you with the same tone of disgust. “Do you know this loser?”
Your eyes widened, settled on him. What the fuck? You cleared your throat, shaking your head before looking him up and down. “No? Why the fuck would I know him?”
His heart shattered at your tone.
“Then why the fuck is he here?” The blonde repeated.
“I uh–I just wanted t-to—” He stammered, feeling every pair of eyes in the house on him.
“To what?” The other girl cut him off. “You think you can just come here uninvited and try to talk to her?”
His mouth opened, but no words were coming out. His eyes were settled on you, all sad and pitiful. Fuck, you felt so bad.
The blonde girl laughed at him before muttering. “Maybe he thought he had a chance.”
The rest of the girls laughed along. “Please! This virgin thinks he has a chance with her?”
“Hey, I’m not a virgin…” Oh, so now he does talk. Good job, mouth.
The laughter grew louder, and even you joined in. It was a small chuckle; but your eyes said the opposite because you knew this was hurting him, you just couldn’t stop. Then you made it worse. “Who would have sex with you?” You said with such repulsion that his eyes watered.
“Look, he’s going to cry!” The blonde girl pointed out.
Fucking crybaby.
His feet moved fast, bolting out of there as the laughter filled his ears.
You sat there, watching him leave, as your friends kept making fun of him, fuck, why did he have to come? Men ruin everything!
You waited a few days before calling him. Sure, you were mean, but you weren’t that mean. You wanted to apologize.
He was lying down on his bed, hugging a Miku plushie. His mind was replaying the scene over and over again: the laughter, your words, your tone, the humiliation. His ringtone pulled him out of the spiral, the phone vibrating on the nightstand as he reached for it. He deflated after seeing your name shining on the screen like a joke.
He picked up anyway; maybe he was a masochist.
“Satoru.” Your voice was soft, fake, he knew it.
“What do you want?” He mumbled, and you sighed at how sad he sounded.
“I want to talk… properly. Can you come to my dorm?”
He sat up at your words.
“I–I uh, y-yeah, okay.” He stammered, hanging up quickly, and rushing to get his shoes on. He practically bolted out of his dorm, running through the halls, getting strange looks from other students.
He was breathing heavily by the time he reached your dorm, trying to gather himself before he knocked on the door. A moment passed before it opened, and you peeked out, glancing to the sides before dragging him in.
You closed the door behind him.
Satoru looked at you, eyes still sad; he looked like he’d been crying, of course, he has.
“I told you not to approach me in public.” That was all you said, not an apology. You were blaming him.
He stood still, but his gaze shifted to something strange. Was he angry?
“What?” You asked, thanks to his lack of response, your arms crossed as you stared at him.
He blinked twice before speaking. “Y-you’re not going to apologize?”
“Apologize for what?”
His mouth fell open, baffled as he looked at you. “‘F-for what?!’ You humiliated me!” He finally muttered, raising his tone a little too much for your liking.
You rolled your eyes at his words.
You were going to apologize… eventually, but not now with that attitude.
“You humiliated yourself.” Your words cut sharply. “Who told you to go to that party and talk to me? Huh?” You walked closer to him, making him step back nervously, and a finger nudged his chest, marking your point. “The only rule about this agreement was to not address me in public.”
He fell onto your bed with a huff, looking up at you as he felt tears brimming in his eyes again.
“Either way, you probably loved to be humiliated in front of all those girls.” You said with a sarcastic chuckle.
“You’re such a bitch.” He muttered, looking up at you as his chest huffed with anger.
The slap came quickly, a manicured hand landing on his teary cheek sharply. His head snapped to the side as his eyes widened. He didn’t have the chance to say anything before you spoke again.
“What did you just call me?!”
He looked up at you once more, glossy eyes settled on your angry face, you looked so pretty…
“I—I’m s-s—“
“Say it again.” You cut him off. And his mouth fell agape. “Call me a bitch again, Satoru.”
He felt feverish, heart pumping rapidly against his ribcage; he couldn’t speak properly.
At the lack of response, you slapped him again, and the sound that followed mildly surprised you.
“Mhm!”
It even surprised him.
You wanted to scoff, but once your gaze settled on his crotch and you noticed his hard cock straining against his sweatpants, a mean smirk settled on your face.
“You’re such a freak.” You mumbled, your finger flicking his tip, making him cry out your name.
He shouldn’t have liked this; it was sick. But, oh, he did, he totally did.
“I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.” He hiccuped, tears falling down his cheeks.
“You’re sorry?” You mocked him. “For what? Calling me a bitch? Or going up to me like we are friends?”
“W-we are friends—“ He mumbled, watching as you pulled his sweats, his hard cock bouncing against his tummy.
“We are not friends.” You interrupted him, and he pouted, lolling his head back. You were so mean!
“…I could tell everyone.” He muttered after a moment. Oh, he was threatening you? How cute.
“Is that a threat?” You asked with a huff, reaching for your phone. “Fine, tell everyone.”
His eyes opened at your words before widening once he heard the sound of moans and whimpers leaving the speaker of your phone. His moans and whimpers.
Fuck.
“Just remember, I have these sweet little videos and audios of you.”
Satoru cried, cock twitching at your condescending tone.
“D-don’t—“
“Hm?” You fisted his hair, making him cry out. “Don’t what? I thought you wanted to tell everyone.”
He shook his head, feeling the sting of your grip on his scalp.
You scoffed, stepping back and walking to your closet. “You know, I really thought you were a good boy, Satoru.”
He followed you with his glossy eyes.
“Turns out you’re a huge brat.” Your words made him feel small.
He wasn’t a brat. He had the right to be angry… didn’t he?
You reached for something in your closet before walking back. His eyes travelled to your hands, widening once he saw that you were holding a strap.
“W-wha—“
“‘W-what?” You mocked him, earning another twitch from his cock, he was such a whore.
“Lie down.”
He did, of course, he did. Your fingers curled on the hem of his sweatpants, pulling them further down and taking them off along with his boxers.
You walked to your nightstand, taking the bottle of lube from the cabinet before walking back to him.
Satoru was looking up at you with wide eyes, cheeks flushed a deep red as his mouth fell agape. He looked pretty.
You opened the bottle, squirting some on your fingers, placing one knee on the edge of the bed to prop yourself up, using the other to open his legs.
“W-wait—“ He tried to hold your hand, but you snatched it, making him cry out. “Please…”
“Please, what? Satoru.” Your voice was mean. “Do you really think you can get away with embarrassing me in front of my friends and then call me a bitch?”
He shook his head, feeling more tears slip past his cheeks. “N-no…”
“If anything…” You continued, your fingers moving down to his hole, your index nudging in, making him gasp. “You are the real bitch.”
He hissed loudly at the intrusion, mouth falling open as he cried your name out.
“Say it, Satoru.”
He opened —tried to open his eyes. “W-wha—“
“Say you’re my bitch.”
He whined at your command, shaking his head all bratty. He was so embarrassed, but the sheer humiliation was making him twitch.
“No?” You asked sarcastically, adding another finger, earning a loud whimper. “You think you’re not?”
Your fingers opened and closed inside him, stretching his tight rim just enough before taking them out.
Reaching for the strap, you secured it around your waist. The plastic cock was thick; it wasn’t too long, but it was still intimidating.
“P-please—please.” Your name kept slipping past his mouth in soft cries, hiccups, and whimpers.
“You really need to learn how to shut up.” You fisted his hair again, propping him up and closer to you, now face to face with the plastic cock. “Open.”
He cried at the command, eyes closing as you tugged on his hair, scalp burning. But, he did.
He opened his mouth slowly, tongue lolling out as the tip of the cock settled on it. You didn’t waste any time, slipping in as he gagged.
“You have a horrible gag reflex, Satoru.” You said mockingly, making him whine something around your cock.
Your hips snapped against his mouth, letting him taste the plastic as it reached the back of his throat meanly.
His hands were shaking, moving up to grasp your hips as he choked and gagged, saliva running down his chin to his neck. He felt gross, but as he looked up at you with glossy eyes, he met your gaze. You had this crazed look, and for some reason, he loved it.
Your fist on his hair snatched him back, pulling your cock out of his mouth. It was now coated in his saliva, all slick and shiny just for him.
“Say it.” You commanded again, now, Satoru could be good and just say it, but no, he wanted to be a brat.
“No.”
A smirk settled on your pretty face. “Hm. Fine, have it your way, ‘toru.”
He felt a shiver run down his spine at your dark tone. He was fucked.
You lined the strap against his hole, now all lubed thanks to his mouth, it slipped in. “F-fuhhhh—fuck!”
Satoru cried out loudly, head falling back into your bed as he covered his teary face with his forearm.
“You’re such a brat, Satoru.” You cooed. “All high and mighty as if you aren’t moaning for me always.”
He shook his head pathetically, crying as your hips began to move.
“No?” You asked that fake sweet tone while reaching for your phone, playing one of the many audios he has sent you. “What’s this then?”
His eyes widened once he heard his moans again, red reaching his ears as he had to hear himself while getting fucked.
You left your phone next to him, close to his ear, so he could hear his moans and whimpers. Your hands settled on his waist, grasping his skin as your hips pushed in deeper. Soon, you picked up the pace.
Satoru was on cloud nine, moan after pitiful moan fell past his lips as he felt your cock stretch him up, the tip nudging against his g-spot over and over again, it was driving him crazy.
“Nghnnn! Please… please, d-don’t—don’t stop.”
God, he looked divine; cheeks red and stained with dried tears, glossy lips agape as he moaned your name, white hair tousled from your previous grip, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure.
Your hand lifted his Star Wars shirt, revealing his sweaty chest and tummy. Two fingers settled on one of his rosy nipples, earning a particularly loud moan as you played with it, hips relenting as you kept the torturous pace.
“Fuck! Fuck, please…” Satoru whimpered, eyes opening to look at you. “Please—please, ‘m sorry, I’m sorry, please.”
You hummed at his words, the hand on his nipple traveling down to his tummy, and applying pressure. “Ah! Fuhhh–fuck!” He cried out, tears falling once more.
“Say it, Satoru. I know you want to cum.”
“Please…” He hiccuped, body curling into your touch, with your hand on his tummy pressuring down, and the sound of his own moans filling his ears, he could feel everything ten times more.
“Say it.” You repeated.
And he finally gave in.
“I’m your bitch. I’m your bitch, I’m your—”
A hand wrapped around his leaky cock, stroking him fast, not letting him finish the sentence as he gasped loudly. His toes curled as he came hard; ropes and ropes of thick, warm cum shot out of his tip, some even landed on his face, mouth opening automatically like the slut he was.
“Nghnnn—fuckkk, thank you, thank you, thank you…”
Your hips stilled after a moment, chest heaving up and down as you stared at him, all messy and absolutely wrecked.
Satoru looked up at you, glasses fogged and askew as he cried. “I’m sorry.”
You leaned down, a hand coming up to hold his face gently. “I forgive you, Satoru.”
Notes: I saw, I conquered, I came. We all love bratty Gojo around here. Thanks for requesting this! I had fun writing it. Also, today is my last day of the semester, THANK GOD. Keep the requests coming!
Synopsis: Choso musters the courage to become the TA of the hottest professors on campus, you. But he just can't seem to concentrate when you're around him. He fucks up badly, and you, as understanding as ever, invite him over to your apartment for a little lesson in concentration.
Choso Kamo x Reader
MDNI. fem!reader, professor!reader, loserTA!choso, porn with plot, sub!choso, mean!reader, age gap, toy use, cock ring vibrator, edging, strap-on, pegging, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, begging, pathetic choso, mentions of nerd!min, I just had to.
Word Count. 4K
Based on this request
Credit to @_elchoso on twt for the pic.
You were one of the hottest professors on campus. You taught advanced chemistry. Everyone takes your class because you’re gorgeous, and then they regret it by midterms.
See, you were divine, a walking goddess, as many would say. But you weren’t exactly tame, no, your classes were difficult, students would come begging you to be less harsh on them—and you would refuse, of course.
Which was why there wasn’t any chaos when you announced that you needed a TA for the upcoming cut of the semester. Not because the students didn’t want to— oh no, they would’ve fought each other for the position, but they didn’t need the extra work on top of the draining assignments you already threw at them like it was candy— poisoned candy.
Not a single hand was raised in the entire lecture hall. You skimmed through each row of students, all of whom avoided your gaze, until you reached the front row, where a hand was shyly raised, only for you to see.
You glanced at the list of names that sat neatly on your desk before calling out.
“Choso Kamo. Meet me after class for the details.” At your words, there was an uproar of—not so hushed—ramble from the rest of the students.
“Silence.”
One word, and the entire classroom shut up.
You continued the lecture as usual.
By the end of it, Choso did stay behind, sitting on his desk. He could feel the gazes of everyone as they walked past him, making him small as he adjusted his glasses nervously.
“Choso.” You called him, and he stood up immediately, scrambling to his feet as he clenched his books, walking up to your desk.
“Y-yes, professor?” He stuttered, cursing mentally at himself for appearing so awkward and nervous.
You eyed him for a moment, skeptical, before handing him a paper. “Read it, sign it. It’s a document stating all the things you do for the class and me as my TA.”
Your TA. Yours.
“Choso?”
He snapped back to you, nodding rapidly as he took the paper before muttering. “Y-yes! Yes, I’ll read it thoroughly.”
You nodded back, slowly, still skeptical about him. “Good.” You sat back on your chair, taking your pen to finish grading the last tests, two words, not good—for them, of course.
You look up again to find him still standing there. “...That’s all.”
He blinked twice. “Right. B-bye, professor.” And then he bolted out of the classroom.
You questioned yourself for a few days about whether he would be a good TA. But it actually surprised you how diligent he was. Every task you asked him to do, he completed the same day.
Papers? Graded. Student emails? Answered. He would even lead review sessions with other students, which helped them improve their grades… to an extent.
He was a good TA, he really was, but he also seemed to get distracted easily.
“Choso.”
His head snapped to yours as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He was sitting on the desk next to yours, grading the last lab projects. “Y-yes?”
“I said I’m going to head out for lunch.” You repeated, taking your purse. “Are you staying here?”
“Oh! Uh, yes, yes. I have a sandwich in my backpack.” He nodded rapidly, patting his backpack.
“Alright.” Was all you said before you headed out. He was left in the empty classroom, slouched over the desk as the papers sat in front of him.
God, you made him so nervous he couldn’t function properly. He tried to concentrate, scrambling —or trying to— something on one of the papers in front of him, but the pen was out of ink.
He sighed, glancing at your desk where a pen rested on top. He stretched his arm to try to grab it, but it was too far away.
With a grunt, he stood up and took the pen, sitting back down. In the process, he accidentally knocked over a cup of coffee, which spilled over your laptop, causing it to fume and shut down.
His eyes widened, and an embarrassingly loud gasp left his lips as he shot up from where he was sitting. “Shit! Oh, shit!”
He stood in front of your desk, hands flying around as he tried to think of something. His first instinct was to grab your laptop, coffee dripped from it as he held it in the air.
He hit all the buttons on the computer, trying to get it to turn on, but the thing wouldn’t budge. “Fuck.” He breathed out, sitting on your chair. He covered his mouth with one hand. “Oh, I’m so fucked.”
“Language.”
His head snapped to the door, finding you standing there. “W-what—what are you doing here? I thought you were going for lunch?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you approached your desk. “I left my wallet.” Then your eyes settled on your laptop, in his hands, and then on the spilled coffee on your desk, where your laptop should be.
“Choso.” You started, and he immediately began to speak.
“I’m so sorry! I knocked the cup over, but it was an accident, I swear!” He rambled rapidly, showing you your laptop. “A-and now it doesn’t turn on and—“
“What?” You cut him off, snatching your laptop from his hands. You hit the on button over and over again. “I have months of research there!”
Choso looked up at you with the saddest eyes ever. “I’m so sorry!”
You sighed, shutting the laptop and throwing it on your desk as you began to pace around the room.
“I’ll get it fixed! I’ll—I’ll try to get all your documents back. Please forgive me, please I—“
“Shut up.” You snapped, making him gape at you for a moment. Sure, you were harsh, but you had never told a student to shut up. You were really angry.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, feeling his bottom lip tremble.
You let out a heavy breath. “Just— forget it, okay? Grab your things.”
His eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet. “W-wait! Please, let me fix it. Please.”
You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Fine. Have it fixed. And come to my apartment once it’s done.”
“Y-your apartment?” He stammered. To which you nodded. “Yes, my apartment. I’ll send you the address.” You pointed at your laptop. “I want that fixed today.”
With that, you left once again, stomping out of the classroom. Leaving Choso sitting there, fuck.
What was he going to do? He didn’t know how to fix computers! He paced around the classroom for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. Then, it was like a bulb lit up in his head. Armin, his friend, is good with computers.
He immediately rushed to his desk, reaching for his backpack and rummaging for his phone. He dialed Armin’s number, tapping on his phone while it rang.
“Hello?” Armin’s voice chimed on the other line.
“Dude. I need your help.”
“...Okay? What’s up?”
Choso explained the situation, and Armin, of course, laughed at him first. “Dude, this is serious, please.”
Armin chuckled before nodding, holding his phone to his ear as he sat at the desk of his dorm. “Alright, bring the laptop over, I’ll take a look.”
“Okay! Okay, thanks, man. I love you.”
Choso hung up quickly, grabbed his backpack, your laptop, and bolted out of the classroom and through the halls. He rushed to Armin’s dorm and barged in like it was his; it was that serious.
“Cho, chill. She’s not going to murder you.” Armin tried to calm him down as he looked at him from where he was sitting.
“She might.” Was all that he replied before settling the laptop on the desk, crossing his arms while Armin took a look.
Armin inspected the laptop for a moment before shaking his head. "The laptop is probably fried, but the SSD might still be okay."
Choso deflated in place, and Armin sighed. “The SSD is where files are kept.” Choso blinked twice, still not getting it. “SSD intact, files good.” He dumbed it down for Choso. Once he understood, the color went back to his face, and he sat on the bed.
“Oh, good.”
Armin gave him a gentle smile before getting to work. “I can remove the storage drive and connect it to another computer, save the files.”
Choso felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from his shoulders. “Thank God.” Armin gave him a look. “And you.”
“No problem,” Armin replied with that soft smile, a hand coming up to fix his glasses as he worked on the computer.
He paced impatiently around the room while Armin removed the storage drive. It wasn’t long, but poor Choso just couldn’t take the look you had given him from his mind. He would never do something to make you sad or angry. There was a reason he raised his hand that day when no one else did.
It felt like an opportunity from the heavens to be your TA. And no one else was willing to, he couldn’t waste it. Because like every other student, he was absolutely in love with you.
He knew he didn’t have a chance; he wasn’t dumb, a loser? Maybe, but not dumb.
But he wanted to get close to you, so being your TA was the only way.
“Choso.”
Armin’s voice broke his mental rambling, snapping his head towards him. “Is it done?” Armin nodded, showing him the files on a new computer; he checked, and all of them seemed to be in order. “She can use this one while she gets a new one.”
“Thanks, Armin,” Choso said meaningly. Taking the borrowed laptop. “Anytime.”
With that, Choso rushed to the address you had texted him.
He looked up at the building, gulping nervously as he walked in. He pressed the button for your floor once he was inside the elevator. His feet tapped anxiously against the tile of the elevator. It dinged once it reached the floor, and he stepped out.
His heart was beating rapidly. He could hear the thump! thump! thump! Resonating against his ribcage.
He took in a sharp breath before knocking on your door. A beat passed before the door opened, and there you were, standing in front of him in casual clothes… God, this was heaven for him, wasn’t it?
“So?”
Your sharp tone pulled him out of his thoughts as he rushed to explain. “S-so, your laptop is broken, but nothing happened to the SSD, so all your files are intact.”
You crossed your arms as you looked at him, eyebrows raised as he continued. “A friend lent me a computer you could use while you buy a new one.”
At your look, he corrected himself. “I’ll—I’ll buy you a new one.” Well, there goes his savings.
You hummed as he finished, handing you the laptop like a peace offering. “Come in.” Was all you replied as you walked to your couch, expecting him to follow behind.
He rushed to your side, standing awkwardly while you sat.
“Sit.”
And he obeyed immediately, sitting on the spot next to you. The new laptop was resting on your lap as you opened it, wanting to check for yourself that everything was in order.
“S-see, everything is alright.” He mumbled nervously as you watched the screen, opening a few files to double-check.
After making sure everything was fine, you closed the computer, placing it on the coffee table in front of you. Then you turned to him, and he tensed up.
“You’re a good student, Choso, and a good TA.”
He didn’t expect the praise, but he could feel his cheeks flushing.
“But I notice your lack of concentration sometimes. I suppose this happened because of that, no?”
He let out a breath, nodding; he had to assume the consequences. “Yes, yes, I was distracted, and I’m sorry.”
You hummed at his admission, not everyone would just say the truth like that; most would come up with a lame excuse for their actions.
“What’s got you distracted? And I don’t want any lame reply. I want the truth.”
The truth…
He couldn’t say it, could he?
“…You.”
There was a beat of silence before you spoke again. “Excuse me?”
Choso fiddled with his glasses, fixing them nervously. “Y-you are distracting.” He explained himself.
“So you’re blaming me?”
Choso’s eyes widened at that, shaking his head rapidly. “No! No, I’m not blaming you, professor. I—I just think you’re a bit distracting, a-and I’m sure many other students would say the same.” That wasn’t of help, was it?
You stayed silent for a moment before sighing, uncrossing your arms. “I get it, Choso. Look, I’m not blind or humble.” He smiled a bit at that. “I know that I’m hot. But you’re an adult, and I expect you to behave in such a way, especially if you’re my TA.”
He nodded slowly at your words, now serious. “I know, I’m sorry, professor.”
You raised your hand, interrupting him. “It’s fine. You managed to fix the problem. I forgive you, Choso.”
Choso visibly relaxed at that, resting his head back against the couch. “Oh, I’m so glad.” He breathed out and couldn’t stop himself after. “I don’t know what I would do if you stayed mad at me; you’re the reason I wake up every day.” Okay, that was a stretch.
He then realized what he said, eyes opening as he looked at you, mortified. “I mean- that’s—that’s an exaggeration, I don’t—“
“Get up.” You interrupted once more, standing up from the couch and walking down the hall. “Follow me.” He stood there, stunned for a moment before following you as you had ordered him.
You led him down the hall to your bedroom. For a moment, neither of you spoke, then you folded your arms again. “So you get nervous around me.” Now you were just teasing him.
Choso let out a pathetic excuse for a laugh; it was more like a pained chuckle. Cheeks rouge and head spinning. He was trying hard not to glance around or inhale too much; the room smelled just like your perfume, sweet and pungent.
“You terrify me.”
You hummed, approaching him. “Interesting.”
He stepped back, feeling him hit the corner of your bed with his legs, making him sit down. “Not in a bad way.” He mumbled, looking up at you.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
And despite himself, he smiled at you. “Probably not.”
For the first time in a long time, you actually smiled back. And it caught him completely off guard.
Silence settled between you two. He wanted to know what you were thinking. “Choso.” You broke the silence, and the way you said his name made his heart speed up.
“Yes, professor?”
“You need to stop looking at me like that.”
Choso bit his bottom lip, hands clenching the covers beneath him. “Like what?”
“Like you want more.”
He stilled for a moment, the way you’ve said was so… “Maybe I want more.”
Silence settled upon you again, and for a moment, Choso regretted every word that had left his lips, that was until your hand held his jaw firmly before smashing your lips together with his.
Poor Choso forgot how to breathe, eyes widening comically as you kissed him. It took him a moment before he kissed you back.
A long, drawn-out whine left his lips as he felt your tongue slip inside. This was a dream; it had to be. There was no way you were actually kissing him.
He pulled back to breathe after a moment, glossy eyes looking up at you in shock. “W-what—“
“I’m gonna give you a lesson about concentration.” You interrupted him, like usual. Walking towards your closet and pulling out a box.
You walked back to him. “Strip.”
His breath caught in his throat. “W-what?” He asked, astonished.
You rolled your eyes, placing a hand on your hip. “Did I stutter?”
He shook his head immediately, standing up and with trembling hands undoing his belt. He stripped in a rather rushed manner, peeling each layer off his body.
It actually surprised you how toned he was; he must hit the gym often. “My, my, Cho. What a surprise.”
Cho. You called him Cho.
The sole nickname made his cock twitch. And you noticed.
“Hm. Already so hard, and we only kissed.” You teased, voice like honey, and it was making him crumble apart. “You’re quite pathetic, aren’t you?”
He was clenching his fist next to him, feeling vulnerable as he stood naked in front of you while you were fully clothed. “I asked you something.”
Your words snapped him back to reality. “Y-yes, professor! I’m pathetic.” God, he really was.
You hummed, satisfied by his reply. Leaving the box on the bed, you opened it, revealing various toys, sex toys, of course.
His eyes widened even more.
You rummaged through the box, a dangerous smile settling on your pretty face. After a moment, you pulled out a cock ring vibrator.
“This is going to edge you for a while, you can’t cum.”
He whined at your words.
“Is that alright?”
He knew your question was rhetorical, but he nodded anyway.
Your hand wrapped around his cock, he felt thick and heavy in your palm. Who would’ve thought?
The ring stretched a bit as you slid it on his shaft before letting it go. Choso held in a breath as the silicone felt snug around him.
You looked up to find hesitation, after not seeing any, you took the remote, turning the vibrator on the lowest setting.
“Oh—“ He gasped at the sensation, knees bucking as the vibrations stimulated him. But it wasn’t nearly enough, yet.
“Feels good?” You asked, walking back to the box to pull something else out.
Choso nodded rapidly, eyes shut tightly as he clenched the air, knuckles turning white. “Yes, f-fuck, yes.”
“Language.” You corrected, and he apologized profusely.
From the box you pulled another item. A strap-on.
His eyes opened, and his mouth fell agape, but no words came out. At his expression, you chuckled meanly. “Don’t worry, I’ll prep you.”
That somehow sounded even worse.
“Turn around.”
He slowly did, turning around and placing his hands on the end of your bed where you both stood. You opened a bottle of lube, coating your fingers before squirting some on his hole. He tensed up. “C-cold…”
You hummed at his reaction, one finger sliding in slowly; he was tight. “Relax.” You mumbled while he let out a pathetic moan, body stiffening as he tried to breathe in and relax.
You stretched his hole for a while, adding in another finger when he was loose enough. And Choso thought he had died and gone to heaven. The combination of sensations was weird but pleasant. The vibrator on his cock kept him on edge while your fingers stimulated his prostate.
He was a moaning mess beneath you, back arching into your touch as his body shook from time to time.
“P-please… Please.” He begged oh so nicely, voice cracking slightly. “Wanna cum—”
“You can’t.” Your voice caught him off, thrusting in your fingers in a particularly sharp push.
“Fuhhh…ck!”
“Hold it.” You ordered, and he shook his head. “C-cant—”
“Yes, you can. Concentrate. Be a good boy.”
A good boy, a good boy for you. Your good boy.
Choso cried softly, eyes shutting tightly as he tried to ignore how good your touch felt inside him, or how the coil in his tummy felt like snapping any minute now. He wanted to be good for you.
After what felt like an eternity, you pulled your fingers out, earning a deep exhale from him. You reached for the strap, carefully attaching it to your hips, and you lathered some more lube on the pink, plastic cock before aligning it with his stretched hole.
“Ready?”
He nodded, about to reply, but your hips thrusted harshly, the plastic cock of the strap sliding straight in. “O-ohhhh… fuckkk!” He moaned out loudly, hands fisting your sheets as his body dropped down.
Your hands found his waist, firmly holding him up as your hips began to move in and out slowly, torturing him. He couldn’t function properly; his thoughts scattered as he tried to speak, but only cock-drunk babbles would come out.
His cock was leaking precum onto your sheets, and you tutted, shaking your head mockingly. “Making such a mess.”
He whined, tears falling from his eyes as your hips sped up, each thrust hitting his prostate in such a mean manner. “S-sorry! ‘M sorry, ma’am.”
Ma’am? That was new. And you would be lying if you said that it didn’t make your pussy sopping wet.
All that could be heard inside the room were Choso’s whiny moans and whimpers, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
You reached for the remote, hitting the button for the second level of the vibrator making him yelp. Body writhing beneath you.
“Cum— I’m cumming!” He groaned loudly. Your hand slipped down to his twitchy cock, covering his head with your thumb making him cry out. “N-no! Please! Ple—pleahh…”
His body shook desperately as you denied his orgasm.
“I said ‘no cumming’.” You stated firmly. And he let out the whiniest moan ever, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he was forced to hold it in.
Your hips rutted into him at a faster pace, your pelvis hitting his plump ass. One hand flew to his hair, gripping the raven locks and pulling harshly on them.
“Ahhh—“
“Do you think you got any more cum left in there?”
Your question made his cheeks redden even more, tears streaming down his face as he cried. “Y-yes.”
“Hm.” You hummed, pushing his head back down, smushing it against your bed cover. “Let’s see.”
Your hand was on the remote once more, hitting the last level of the vibrator. His eyes widened, saliva falling from his gaping mouth and wetting your bed sheets.
He could feel everything at a max right now. And your hips were unstoppable, each thrust abused his prostate with force, making him babble nonsense.
Leaky cock dripping and staining your sheets beneath him. “C-cummming! I’m cumming! P-please—please let me cum, ma’am. Please!” He managed to beg, practically screaming. Oh, your neighbors were definitely complaining later.
“Cum f’me, Cho.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
With a loud cry, he came again. Ropes and ropes of hot, thick cum shot out of his cock as he orgasmed. “Nghnnnnn!”
Your hips stilled as you turned his body to the side, wanting to watch his face while he came. And my God. He looked divine.
His face all red, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his puffy lips gaped, those desperate, whiny moans falling from them.
His cock wouldn’t stop twitching as he kept cumming, the vibrator was milking him dry.
“N-no more!” He cried out, hands clenching at his sides as he tried his best not to jank the thing off. “Please—please!”
Your hand hovered on the off button of the remote for a moment, a lazy smirk on your face as you watched his pleading face before hitting it.
Choso let out a ragged sigh, body still quivering as he tried to function properly.
“Good boy.”
What you did that night worked wonders, because now Choso was sharp, focused on everything he did. Not because you tortured him for hours, no. But because he had already won in life. What more could he ask?
I have an ideaaa:) A nerdjo!gojo x popular!fem!reader, secret fwb!au. They’re hooking up, but nobody knows. Than one day, Gojo goes up to reader and her friends to say/ask something, but since he’s kinda the “loser of school” her friends make fun of him and reader joins them and he gets really upset about it. She later on asks to meet up and he agrees, but he’s acting bratty because of what happened earlier. So reader puts him back in his place by pulling out her phone and making him listen to his whimper audios he sent her while pegging him, and he gets all shy and stuff? Also, make him cry if you don’t minddddd.
Good luck with your finals queen!! 💗
Omgggggg, this is so good!! I’ll write it soon 😈 Also I’m off to vacay next week, so expect more fics in general
Hiiii, your writing is lovelyyy!! 💗 Also I hope your finals week went/are going well xoxo. If you don’t mind I would like to request something, a Loser!TA!Choso x Prof!Fem!Reader. He made a big mistake and reader gets really mad at him, so he begs for her forgiveness. She eventually accepts his apology, but she tells him to go to her place later and they end up having sex. Could you make him really pathetic, add some pegging, and multiple toys if you don’t mind:) 🙏
Dad’sBsf!Toji, who is a walking red flag. The man is just so troubled, you don’t even know how he’s your dad’s best friend.
Dad’sBsf!Toji, who is the opposite of your dad.
Your dad is just so sweet and kind. And Toji is mean and an asshole.
Dad’sBsf!Toji, who is completely off-limits. Duh!
But Dad’sBsf!Toji just fucks you so good.
You felt guilty hiding it from your dad, but what could you really do?
The thrill and adrenaline you felt was like no other, it was as if Toji was like a drug and you were addicted.
“S-shit… Toji!” You moaned out, arms shaky as you tried to keep steady against the desk in your room.
His big hand covered your mouth, hot ear hitting your ear as he got impossibly closer to you. “Shut up.” He breathed out, his big cock stretching you open so good. Hips snapping harshly against your ass.
You whimpered against his hand, moans muffled by it. Your eyes were tearing up from the overstimulation. He has pulled three orgasms from you already.
“Mhmmm… No, no, no. Big girls don’t cry, do they? You said you were a big girl.” He grumbled against your ear. Making you let out another muffled cry. He was so mean. “Didn’t you say you could handle my cock?”
You nodded at his words, taking every single inch.
“Well, I don’t know…” He teased, hand trailing down your tummy, heading towards your puffy clit, the mere touch making you yelp and quiver. Far too overstimulated to handle it.
But he didn’t care; he left fast, mean circles over your poor clit. Tears streaming down your pretty face. “F-fuck, so fucking tight.” He groaned, cock twitching inside you.
“Toji-” His hand muffled your cry, shaky legs not being able to handle everything. His arm wrapped around you, carrying you off the ground. Manhandling you in such a way, the air got knocked out of your lungs. Your mouth gaped, but no sound came out.
He kept thrusting, fast and deep. Until you felt he knot snap, eyes bulging as a loud gush! Was heard in your room. Your body shook harshly, orgasm so intense you felt like passing out.
“Holy shit!” He groaned, pulling out and cumming on your back. “Fuckkk…”
Your arms shook as you tried to reach your desk, stumbling as you fell into your chair.
“Shit, baby.” He breathed out.
You sighed deeply, trying to recover from such a strong orgasm. Yeah, Toji had fucked you up for any other possible hook-up.
Sadly, the moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside your door. “Sweetheart, have you seen Toji?” Your dad’s voice chimed outside.
Synopsis: Satoru is completely and utterly obsessed. How the tables turn, huh? He needs you like air. You leave him alone in your dorm for a while, and he finds something precious, your panties. Discovering him on the scene of the crime you have to punish him.
Satoru Gojo x Reader
MDNI. fem!reader, perv!reader, nerd!gojo, porn with a little bit of plot, sub!gojo, meaner!reader, dry humping, panty stealing, perv!gojo, mentions of edging, sounding, CNC, mentions of a safe word, dacryphilia, begging, praise kink, good boy nerdjo.
Word Count. 2.2K
Part one, Part two.
Credit to @narutoss.ramen on twt for the pic.
Gojo has been chasing you like a lost puppy —much to your pleasure— ever since that day in the classroom. He yearns for you in ways he didn’t think were possible. He wasn’t entirely sure if you liked him or if you were just toying with him. But he could be your toy if you wanted him to. He could be anything you wanted. He was your good boy after all.
A —not so surprisingly— needy one too.
You had created a monster, a desperate, horny monster. He was impatient for you. All the time. He’d be vibrating on the spot, waiting for a moment alone with you. And you took advantage of it.
Because watching him get so needy and whiny was something you thrived off.
“‘Toru, I already told you, you can’t come.”
You were in your dorm, Gojo on your bed, whining for you to stay. It was the girls' night out, and he wasn’t invited.
“Please! I’ll be good, you won’t even notice I’m there.” He pleaded, looking up at you as you changed in the shortest skirt he’d ever seen.
You smiled at him, zipping up the skirt. “You and I both know that’s not true, ‘Toru.”
He whined again, God, what have you done? “Please… you’re gonna be gone for so long!”
You rolled your eyes at his words, shaking your head as you walked to your closet to get your heels out. “I’ll come back soon enough.”
He huffed out a breath, crossing his arms like a petulant child.
“You can watch a movie while you wait.” You suggested, slipping in your heels. “Or play on my computer, I have Resident Evil.”
He perked up slightly at your words, still pouting but looking less annoyed. “…Which one?”
“Uh… the fourth one?”
“…Fine. But come back quickly.”
You chuckled at his words, taking your purse before walking up to him. His eyes traveled down your figure, taking in the way you looked, fuck, he needed you like air.
You leaned down, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Bye, ‘toru. Behave.”
Gojo closed his eyes at the kiss, smiling just slightly before opening them and looking up at you through his glasses. “I’ll behave.”
He did not behave.
Thirty minutes passed, and he tried to distract himself. He played Pokémon on his phone for about five minutes before giving up. He tried to play Resident Evil since you had suggested it, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about you.
He didn’t care about the game; he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted you.
So as he lay on your bed, his mind began to drift, drift to your body, how you looked tonight on that skirt; how the fabric clung to your skin. He knew how your pretty face looked even prettier with your makeup done, and he knew how much time you spent on it.
And his hips began to buck, hard cock rutting against the bedding. He whined, a soft, almost embarrassed sound.
“F-fuck…” He shouldn’t be doing this, not on your bed and without your permission. But he couldn’t stop, not like he wanted to anyway.
His face was on your pillows, hot breath fogging up his glasses as he moaned into the fabric. His hips rolled against the soft covers of your bed, creating just the tiniest bit of friction. But it wasn’t enough for him. He needed to feel more, more of you.
He glanced around your room, his gaze landed on the pile of dirty laundry by the corner, your dirty laundry. With shaky legs, he stood up from your bed, walking towards the pile and rummaging through it.
He found what he was looking for, a flimsy —almost nothing— pair of underwear. He sighed, bringing the lacy panties up to his nose. Shamelessly taking a long whiff of them, fuck. It smelled like you.
He whined, eyes closed as he imagined it was your pussy on his face instead of the piece of fabric he was holding. His hand fell to his front, palming himself through his sweatpants.
God, he needed you.
With shaky legs, he walked back to your bed, lying down as his hips moved with desperation against the covers. He wanted more; he wanted you.
“P-please…” He whined out, rutting his hips like a desperate dog. His entire body was scalding hot, soft cries were leaving his pouty lips as he dry humped your bed. “I need you, please-“ His name would leave his lips like a prayer, like if he repeated it enough, you’d magically appear in front of him.
“F-fuck… please, please.”
The hand holding your panties slipped down while his other hand pulled his sweats and boxers down hastily, dragging the lacy material over his hard cock. He moaned out. “Ohhh…” He was close.
He could feel it, ragged hips thrusting into the fabric, imagining it was your pussy. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. How would you react if you’d seen him like this? The degradation… God, he longed for it.
“Fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming…” He cried out, soft, wanton moans leaving his glossy lips. “‘m cumming!” His back arched as he came, ropes of hot, thick cum staining your underwear.
He lay there for a moment, no remorse whatsoever, as he slowly sat up, glancing at his softening cock and your soiled panties wrapped around it. “Fuck.” He whispered.
He ended up falling asleep like that, pants below his knees, and your panties still in his hands.
You came back around 1 am, tipsy and tired from dancing with your girl friends. What you did not expect was to find him like that. But then again, what could you expect from Satoru right now?
You scoffed at the sight, settling your purse down and throwing your heels on the floor as you walked up to him. You glanced down at his body. He was curled up on your bed, half-naked and holding your underwear like it was his.
Sitting down next to him, you leaned in closer, and he got startled, eyes opening as he sat up, glasses askew on his panicked face. “Hi, ‘toru.” You said with a smile, though he knew it wasn’t a genuine one. “Had fun?”
“U-uhm- it’s not, I didn’t-” He stammered, face beet red as he looked at you, trying to cover up what he had done.
“You didn’t what? Use my panties to get off? ‘Cause I think you did, ‘toru.” Your tone was mean, and he could feel himself get hard. “I- I missed you.” Was all he could mutter below your stern gaze.
You rolled your eyes, glancing down at your lacy panties covered in his cum. “Put them on.”
His eyes widened, hands flying up to adjust his glasses. “W-what?”
“Put them on, ‘toru.” You repeated. “Put my panties on.”
He hesitated for a minute, but under your gaze, he had to do it. With slow yet deliberate movements, he slipped your panties on. The tip of his now hard cock was creeping from the top hem, where a tiny bow settled on the lace.
You hummed at the sight, leaning back slightly. “You’re hard.”
He glanced down, face still deeply flushed at what was happening. “Sorry, are you getting shy?” You mumbled, giving him a fake pout. “Were you shy when you used them to get off?”
God, you were so fucking mean. He could feel his cock throb.
“N-no…” He mumbled, trying not to buck his hips up. God, he was so hard. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your name rolled out of his mouth like a plea. “Forgive me, please…”
You hummed at his words before standing up. “I’ll forgive you.” He perked up at your words. “If you let me edge you.” He deflated. “What? You thought you weren’t gonna get punished?”
He watched you walk to your closet, taking out a box before coming back. He glanced curiously but didn’t say anything as you opened it. Inside, there were a bunch of toys, sex toys, ones that you’ve already used on him, and some that you haven’t.
“W-what are you using on me?” He asked nervously; he never knew with you.
You gave him a grin. Oh, it was definitely bad. From the box you pulled out a… sound.
His eyes widened, of course he knew what it was. “N-no, no, no, no-“
“You came in my favorite panties.”
His mouth closed at that; any other complaint was getting shut down. “S-still… It’s dangerous, isn’t it?”
“Not if you do it right.” You replied, rummaging for a bottle of lube. “Come on, I’ll go slow. And, you need a punishment, ‘toru. I told you to behave.”
He whined a bit at that.
“Did you behave?”
To your question, he shook his head slowly, a deep pout on his face. “No…”
“Right.” You replied, pushing him onto your bed so he was lying on his back. “Just, tell me if it hurts too much, I’ll go slower.”
“C-can you, y’know, sanitize it first? A-and wash your hands?”
You rolled your eyes at him but nodded, getting up from your bed and walking to your bathroom. To comply with his request, you washed your hands thoroughly and sanitized the sound before heading back.
“Done.”
He nodded at your words, visibly nervous as he sat up on his elbows. “Relax.” You said, sitting down beside him again. “I’ll go slow.”
“O-okay, just- just lubricate it really well so it doesn’t t-tear, please. The urethral opening isn’t-“
“I know, ‘toru. I’ll be careful.” You cut him off, opening the bottle of lube and coating the sound thoroughly, also squirting some lube on his twitchy cock. Your panties are still on him, but lowered just enough.
You brought the sound to his opening, slowly inserting it. “O-ow…” He whined at the feeling; it didn’t hurt too much, it was just unusual for him. He could feel tears gathering in his eyes from the sensibility. You paid careful attention to his reaction before continuing.
He groaned, head lolling back as the sound pushed in deeper. “Nghnnn… f-feels so weird.” He cried out.
Your eyes settled on his face, tears streaming down his cheeks as his bottom lip trembled. Fuck, he looked absolutely divine like this. You could feel your pussy practically gushing at the sight, who knew you’d like to see him cry?
“Does it hurt?” You asked in a whisper, completely entranced by him.
He shook his head slowly, eyes scrunching as the sound stilled inside him. “N-no, it just feels- fuck, strange.”
You nodded at his words, wrapping a hand around his shaft and stroking up and down slowly, almost torturing. He moaned, a wanton, almost cry leaving his lips.
“The safe word is Pokémon, by the way.” You teased with a faint smirk. He nodded, thighs shaking as he bucked his hips against his will. “F-fuckk…”
The room was filled with his cries and the squelching sound of your hand on his cock. He felt like dying in the best way possible; it was nothing like he had ever experienced before and that was scary.
Your name left his mouth in a soft whimper, eyes opening as he looked at you through his glasses. “I wanna cum, please, wanna cum.” He begged quietly. “Please.”
You hummed at his words, tightening your grip and earning a particularly loud moan from him. “Please…”
“Satoru, this is a punishment, remember?” Your voice was like the devil’s.
“I know, I know, but- fuck, please… please, I won’t do it again, I won’t- I’ll buy you a new pair, yeah? I’ll buy you ten pairs, just please…” He rambled on and on, and you couldn’t help but smile.
Fuck, that sadistic smile of yours.
“Please!”
You shushed him gently, not stopping the soft strokes on his cock, you could feel it throbbing. “You can cum. But the sound stays in.”
More tears left his eyes at your words, he could cum though…
“F-fuck, okay, okay, just please.” He nodded quickly, hips bucking to match the pace of your hand.
He was close, so close he could feel it, but it was so strange. He cried out your name again. “Kiss me, please, please kiss me.”
And who were you to say no?
Leaning down, you kissed his glossy lips, earning a soft moan from him as he shivered. His hand finds your face, touching you gently. He pulled back with a loud moan, almost a scream, as he came harshly. “O-ohhhh, fuck! fuck!”
The sound was stimulating all the nerve endings inside him and it was like anything he’d ever experienced. “Shit…” It felt eternal.
You watched in awe as he writhed and cried beneath you, thighs clenching to relieve yourself for a moment.
He felt warm all over, like a pressure point inside him had popped.
With exhaustion, he fell back on your bed, soft cries still leaving his lips.
“Good boy, ‘toru.”
At your praise, he practically beamed, even though he was wrecked, he gave you a soft smile. Because at the end, all he wanted was to be your good boy.
Your hand grasped the tip of the sound before carefully pulling it up, slowly taking the sound out of his cock. He hissed from the overstimulation.
And you watched his cum ooze out, it was a lot, thick cum just pooling on his stomach.
You cleaned him up before lying down next to him, both quiet for a moment before he spoke.
“I liked it.” Was all he said, and you smiled.
“Satoru, you kinky fuck.”
Notes: I don't know what came to me, but wow. Anyways, I really hope y'all liked it. I may write more parts perchance. Love you all mls.
Synopsis: You and Shoko are best friends, but you've always -secretly- wanted more. Tonight, when you're filled with jealousy and weed. You show her in what way you love her.
Shoko Ieiri x Reader
MDNI. fem!reader, kinda pathetic reader, stoner!Shoko, porn with no plot, mentions of Gojo x reader, mentions of Geto x Shoko. best friends to ?, plug!Geto, fratjo, face-sitting under the influence of weed, consent, lots of please, a little bit of begging.
Word Count. 2.1K
@miri-makipark-blog esta es pa' ti mi amor.
Credit to @_3aem on twt for the pic.
The music from the party rang loudly in your ears. Hot, sweaty bodies around you as you walked past them, the rooms were filled with smoke and the smell of weed—a typical frat party.
You weren’t much of a party lover, but it was the end of the semester, and Shoko had dragged you to “destress” after finals. Whatever that meant.
Walking around the house, trying to find her, you stumbled upon Satoru Gojo.
He gave you a cocky smile, eyes widening slightly at seeing you there. “Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here.” He teased, draping his arm over your shoulders. You could smell the alcohol in his breath.
You and Gojo had a complicated relationship; it was filled with flirting and whatnot, but you didn’t like him that way. He was fine. Funny, and incredibly attractive. He was Gojo Satoru. But, he wasn’t what you wanted.
“It’s your house, Satoru.” You replied with a faint chuckle. His smile widened. “Yeah, but you never come to my parties. What’s the occasion, huh?”
“Shoko.” You replied simply. And he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Of course.”
“Have you seen her, by the way?” You asked him, looking around. He nodded. “Yeah, she’s with Sugu in my room.”
You nodded slowly at that. Trying to ignore the jealousy inside you. “Are they… y’know?” You asked. Shoko has told you one thing or two about Suguru. But she never went into detail, so you didn’t know how serious it was.
“They’re hooking up, I think.” He replied, nodding, as if it was no big deal. But you kinda already knew, just needed confirmation. “Oh.” Was all you could come up with. “Good for them.” You added to Gojo's gaze on you. He grinned.
You sighed at his look, pushing him away. “I’m gonna go find them.” You mumbled, making him chuckle before shouting. “Hey, if something goes down, call me, I wanna join!”
You snapped your head back at him, giving him the middle finger as you kept on walking.
You stood outside Gojo’s room, not wanting to barge in just like that, so you decided it was better to text Shoko first.
You
Hey, you in Satoru’s room?
It didn’t take too long before she replied.
Shoko
Yeah, come in, I’m with Suguru
You opened the door after a moment, not wanting to appear desperate or clingy.
“Hey.” You said, peeking your head inside. They were on Gojo’s bed, smoking something. Shoko patted the spot next to her, and you sat down.
“Having fun?” Geto asked you with a knowing smile while taking a hit of the blunt. You huffed out a scoff, resting your head against Shoko’s shoulder. “You know it.” You replied sarcastically, earning a faint laugh from both.
“Sorry I left you out there,” Shoko whispered against your ear, making you shiver a bit. “Sugu got this new batch he wanted me to try. I know you don’t smoke, so.” She explained herself, but you shook your head with an understanding smile.
“It’s okay. I was talking with Satoru anyway.”
Both perked up at that, and Shoko gave you a teasing nudge. “Oh?”
You rolled your eyes at her, nudging her back. “You know it’s not like that.”
Shoko simply grinned, taking back the blunt from Geto. “So you say.” She teased before taking a hit. Geto smirked as he sat up, patting Shoko on the thigh. “I’m gonna go sell some shit, keep the bag.”
Shoko nodded at his words, watching him stand up and leave the room, closing the door behind him. She turned to you with that lazy smile of hers. She was clearly high as a kite.
“What?” You asked with a huff. She simply shrugged, and you could feel your heart beating faster as she got closer. “You’re really high.” You mumbled.
“Mhm, Sugu brought some good weed.” She replied, her breath fanning your face.
You hesitated for a second before asking. “Can I try?”
Shoko raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do it just ‘cause I do.” She reassured you. God, she was so sweet.
You nodded either way. “I’m sure. I want to try just once. Plus, you said we’d destress, right?”
She gave you an upside-down smile before sitting up, taking a pre-rolled blunt from the bag Geto had given her and lighting it up. You smiled once you saw she still used the lighter you’d given her a few years ago.
She took a hit first before handing it over to you. Your fingers grazed against her soft ones as you took the blunt with inexperience. “Don’t inhale too quickly or you’ll choke. Keep it in for a moment and let it out.” She mumbled, falling next to you again.
You guided the blunt to your lips, closing them around it before inhaling slowly. The smoke quickly filled your lungs; it burned, but it wasn’t unbearable.
Shoko gave you a proud, still lazy smile. “Good job.” She whispered, making you feel even fuzzier.
You exhaled slowly and gave the blunt back to her. “How long does it take to get you high?”
“A few seconds, or minutes, depends.” She replied, moving to fully lie down against the pillows, and you followed her.
Then it hit you. Your heart started beating even faster than before, but your limbs felt limp against you. And your mind turned to mush. “So this is how it feels.” You mumbled lazily, to which Shoko nodded.
Both of you stared at the ceiling, the world outside the room disappearing; right now it was just you and her.
“How do you feel?” She asked in a hushed tone, turning to you slightly. You glanced at her, nodding, copying her lazy smile. “I feel… good, relaxed.”
“That’s good.” She replied, facing the ceiling again. “Told you Sugu has some good shit.”
Sugu…
Why was it always him?
“Are you and him… y’know.”
Shoko shook her head, turning her body completely now, staring at you. “We hook up sometimes.” She mumbled. “Are you and Satoru?”
You turned to her, shaking your head.
“Have you done it while being high?” You asked curiously. And she let out a small chuckle before nodding. “How does it feel?”
She stayed quiet for a moment, trying to figure out which words to use. “Good. Different, it’s definitely not the same.”
“He makes you feel good?” You asked, not even thinking about your words anymore.
She nodded at your words. And you didn’t know why that made you feel so… angry.
And before you could stop yourself, you muttered. “I can treat you better than he can.”
You could blame the weed, your blurry mind, and how your brain and mouth weren’t in sync right now. But you had meant what you’d said.
Shoko lay in silence next to you; all you could hear were her slow breaths before she spoke. “Do it then.”
You weren’t sure if you heard that right. “…What?”
“You heard me.” She replied with a whisper, getting closer to you as if daring you to do something.
Was this a dream?
“You’re not dreaming, dummy.” She said with that lazy smile of hers. Shit, did you say that out loud? How embarrassing!
“I…” You muttered; your mind was still fuzzy. “What?”
She huffed out a quiet laugh, sitting up while turning towards you. “You said, 'I can treat you better than he can.’ So do it.” Your name rolled quietly from her mouth as she leaned down, her nose almost touching yours. “Do it.”
Your hands moved slowly to cup her face before bringing her face down. You hesitated for a second, but before she could tease you about it, you smashed your lips against hers in a sweet, gentle, but slightly desperate kiss.
Shoko’s hands moved to your hips, humming against your soft lips. What was happening right now? Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling Shoko even closer to you.
You could taste the weed on her tongue, reminding you that you were both high, but you couldn’t care at the moment. Not when her hands and lips were on you, not when your heart was hammering against your chest at such a pace, not when your mind was only filled with her.
Your hands wandered down her back, and inside her shirt, you could feel the goosebumps on her skin. You wanted to touch her everywhere. She pulled back from the kiss, sitting up, earning a quiet whine from you, to which she smiled. “How needy.” She teased, taking her shirt off.
Your eyes fell to her chest automatically, clad in her bra; you wanted to rip the thing off, but refrained. With shaky hands, you held her hips, running your fingers over her smooth skin. “You’re so soft…” You whispered, God, you were pathetic.
You sat up as she straddled your hips, and your lips found the valley of her breasts. Shoko held your head as you ran your tongue over her skin, making her shiver.
“Can I?” You asked as your fingers settled on the hook of her bra. She nodded, watching as you unclasped her bra, letting it fall off. “Fuck…” You whispered as you stared at her naked chest. Earning a lazy smile from her.
Shoko guided your hands to her breasts, settling your palms over them. You squeezed gently, marveling at the softness of her skin. Your thumbs ran over her perky nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her. “Sensitive?” You asked in a whisper. She nodded slowly, closing your eyes as you popped one of her nipples in your mouth. “Fuck…” Shoko moaned quietly, her head lolling back a bit.
You hummed around her nipple, sucking gently, keeping your eyes locked on her pretty face. God, she looked divine. This was definitely a wet dream –it wouldn’t surprise you, you’ve had many wet dreams that included Shoko in them–
You pulled back with a lewd pop! Breathing heavily. “Can you sit on my face?” You pleaded. “Please, please, sit on my face, Sho.”
Shoko nodded, lifting her hips to take her pants off, unzipping them hastily, and pulling them off her body. Your hands settled on the hem of her panties, lowering them down.
“Fuck…” You whispered, completely dazed by the sight of her glistening pussy. “Oh, fuck.” You repeated as she hovered over your head.
Your hands held her hips, pushing her down against your welcoming mouth. “Ahh…” Shoko moaned quietly, her hands grasping the headboard in front of her.
You hummed, lapping up her juices with your tongue in such a greedy way. You were holding her as if she might disappear. And in your high state, you were thinking she could.
“F-fuck…” Shoko breathed out, rolling her hips against your face, your nose was hitting her sensitive clit, making her moan your name in such a sweet tone.
“Mhmm—“ You moaned against her, nails digging into her hips as if you could push her closer to you. “Taste so good.” You mumbled against her, squelch after squelch following your voice as your tongue dragged over her folds.
The vibrations of your voice made her body quiver, one hand lowering to your hair, pulling the strands tightly, making you groan against her.
“O-oh, fuck—“ Shoko moaned, her voice higher in pitch as she bucked her hips. She was close. You could feel it.
Your thumb pressed on her clit as you pulled back for a moment. Hot breath hits her cunt. “Cum f’me, please, Sho. Cum f’me, cum f’me…”
Shoko huffed out a half-laugh. You sounded so pathetic. But she couldn’t tease you, not when your mouth was making her feel so fucking good.
“Fuck, fuck— I’m cumming.” She whined as your lips wrapped around her puffy clit. Gaze locked on the way her eyebrows scrunched together as she closed her eyes.
Her body shook as she came with a broken cry of your name, back arching as her thighs locked around your head. Fuck, this was heaven.
Your hands moved up to grasp her tits again, rolling your thumb over one of her nipples, making her quiver as she pulled back, sitting next to you with a sigh.
You pouted at the loss of touch, sitting up. “Was I good?” You couldn’t even finish your words because her mouth was already back on yours. Nipping at your bottom lip as she tasted herself on you.
The door opened, startling you both.
“Yo! I said, ‘call me if something went down!’” Gojo’s voice rang loudly, making you roll your eyes as you covered Shoko up with the bed cover.
“Fuck off, Satoru.”
Notes: Hello! This one's my first Shoko fic, lmk if I should write more about her. Live, laugh, love, Yuri. I'm working on the third part of the nerdjo series, so sit tight. I love you all mls.
Synopsis: Your obsession over nerdjo keeps growing, for better or for worse. One day, just before his class, you decided to show him a new toy you got just for him.
Satoru Gojo x Reader
MDNI. fem!reader, perv!reader, nerd!gojo, porn with a little bit of plot, lots of teasing, sub(ish) gojo, bratty gojo, mentions of sadism, lowkey mean reader, anal fingering, buttplug, nerdjo crying, overstimulation, a bit of CNC, good boy nerdjo.
Word Count. 2.4K
Part one, Part two.
Credit to @narutoss.ramen on twt for the pic.
After the little encounter you and Gojo had in his dorm, you’ve been sticking to him like gum. He pretended to be annoyed, often scoffing and rolling his eyes at your words like he secretly wasn’t falling for you.
Even your friends have noticed how much time you’re spending with him. You’ve been bailing on them just to hang out with Gojo, something they don’t really appreciate or understand. When did you get so close to him?
And Gojo didn't understand why either. Why were you spending that much time with him? Were you really interested? Or were you just playing with him?
Oh, but you were interested. You were utterly smitten; he was just so cute.
You knew he didn't notice, but he'd often ramble about his interests and the way he was just so passionate about them, God, it made him so much more attractive.
"Are you listening?" His voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You had been so focused on the way his glossy lips moved that you had totally missed his words.
"Huh? I am." You replied with a soft grin.
He rolled his eyes at your words, leaning further into the headboard of his bed. "This brings back memories." He mumbled, making you chuckle.
"Okay, I'm sorry. But like I said last time, you're very distracting."
He sneered at your words. “If you say so.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, and you moved closer to him, placing your hands on his thighs, leaning in. “Hey, I’m serious.” You mumbled, your nose touching his.
You still couldn’t believe how Gojo didn’t find himself attractive. Was his eyesight really that bad?
Then again, Gojo’s focus was solely centered on his academics: acing exams, tutoring other students, and whatnot.
He knew he was good-looking; he just didn't care, until now, at least. But when you walked into his life –more like forced your way in– he began to pay more attention to his appearance, even going out of his way to buy some of the skin-care products you often talked about.
He grew into being more self-conscious around you; he would justify it by saying he just didn’t want to embarrass himself around you– or around anyone! It wasn’t like he was falling in love with you or anything…
But he was.
Though he would never admit it…
You were like the plague filling every part of his life. Even the quiet moments of his life were now overpowered by your voice, your stupid laugh, your stupid looks, and your touches.
He had booked one of the study rooms for himself, thinking he could cram in a little bit more of the topics before his exam the next day.
Two knocks on the door disrupted his concentration before the door opened. He sighed once your head peeked through the gap, a big smile on your face. “Hi, ‘toru.”
“Hey.” He replied, closing his notes, knowing it was useless to make an effort to study now. And he had class soon anyway.
“Whatcha doing?” You asked, taking a seat next to him.
“I was studying.” He said, packing his stuff. “Now I’m heading to class.”
His words earned a pout from you. “But I just got here.” You said, dragging your words slightly, something that he has slowly gotten used to.
“I have class.” He repeated. “In like, five minutes.” He added.
Your pout deepened, chin resting against your palm. “Can you stay for a while? I want to show you something.” You had that look. It wasn’t good.
But he asked anyway. “What is it?”
You smiled. Oh, it definitely wasn’t something good.
Reaching for your bag, you pulled something out, hiding it behind your back so he wouldn’t see it. “It’s also a surprise.” At that, he sighed. Your name rolled out of his pretty lips, but it came along with an exasperated sigh. “What is it?” He repeated.
Your pour came back. “You’ve been so mean to me, ‘toru. And I’ve been so good to you.” Good. Right. Haunting him with your presence was something good, huh?
You stood up from the chair. “Stand up.” You told him, and he obeyed, because of course he would. “Please.” You added, though it was useless now, and it only earned a roll from his eyes.
“You’re such a brat, ‘toru.”
“I’m not a brat.” He mumbled, glancing back as you stood behind him.
Your smile widened at his words, placing your hands on the hem of his sweatpants. His eyes widened. “W-what’re you doing?” He mumbled nervously, glancing at the closed door.
“I told you, it’s a surprise.”
He said your name as a warning. “Someone could walk in.” At that, you walked to the door, locking it. “I didn’t mean-“ He sighed.
“Relax.” You said, walking to stand behind him again. “Lean over a bit.”
He did.
“Good boy.” Huffing out a breath. He decided to ignore your words, just rolling his eyes at the tone.
You pulled down his pants, making him gasp. “W-what-“
A snort left your lips once you saw the Pokémon pattern on his boxers. “Is that Charizard?”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head with an embarrassed look, a red hue covering his cheeks. “It’s Charmander.”
You huffed out a chuckle at his defensiveness. “Same shit.” He was about to retort, but another soft gasp left his lips once you pulled the boxers down.
“Shh…” You shushed him, rubbing your hand over one of his buttcheeks. “Have I told you that you have a pretty ass?” You asked with a teasing tone.
He had to bite his bottom lip to suppress a whine. His hands fell onto the table in front of him. “Please… tell me what-“
You cut him off, placing the object you were hiding in front of him. And his eyes widened comically.
It was a buttplug.
“E-excuse me?!”
“Shh…” You shushed him again.
“N-no, no. no.” He mumbled nervously. “I have a c-class soon.”
“I know.” You replied, taking the buttplug in your hand again. “I’ll be quick.”
“That’s not what I-“ He was cut off by a gasp leaving his lips when he felt a cold sensation on his rim. When did you get a bottle of lube?! “W-what…”
You pushed in a finger, making him clench his teeth. “Shit… that’s- that’s a finger.”
You grinned at his words, feeling him tighten around your index. “You’re very tight, ‘toru.” He whined at your words, head falling to the cold surface of the table beneath him. “I’ve never- done s-something like this.” He whispered, jaw clenched tightly.
You hummed at his words, not exactly surprised. “Does it hurt?”
He shook his head, opening his eyes to look behind. His glasses were askew, pressing against the surface he rested on. “N-no, it’s just weird.” He mumbled.
“I’m gonna put in another.” You mumbled before pushing in your middle finger slowly. He shivered, clenching tightly around them. Your free hand settled on his lower back, pushing him down.
He whispered your name with such a whiny tone. “I h-have class, come on…” He whined while looking at the clock on the wall. You rolled your eyes at his words, moving your fingers inside him to stretch him up more. “So impatient, ‘toru.” You teased, earning a soft huff from him.
He could feel his legs shaking each time your fingers grazed his prostate. Eyes closing at the strange but not so unpleasant feeling. And just as he was getting used to it, maybe even liking it, you pulled your fingers out. “W-what-”
You gave him a grin, taking the lube and the buttplug, coating it nicely.”W-wait-” He stuttered, there was no way that was fitting in. “That’s a lot bigger than your f-finger.”
“Relax.” You said, not really reassuring him. “I lubed it up.”
He let out a deep breath, turning to face forward as he waited for the worst.
You pressed the plug against his rim, slowly stretching the tight hole, making him groan loudly, nails digging into the material of the table. The stretch was a lot, it hurt like hell, but once he felt it slip in completely, he breathed out sharply. Legs shaking as he tried to recover.
“Y-you’re the worst.” He whispered with a shaky lip. He was trying not to cry.
You gave him a not-so-apologetic smile. “You did good.” Was all that came out from your mouth as you pulled his clothes back on. He hated that your praise made him feel even hotter than he was already feeling.
“Does it hurt?” You asked with that almost sadistic grin. He had to hold back from whimpering before nodding. “A bit… T-the anal cavity is not meant to be stretched this m-much.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Was all you said before pulling his boxers up. Making his head snap to look at you.
“What? N-no take it out!” He mumbled anxiously. “I have class.” He reminded you with a cry.
You grabbed the hem of his sweatpants, pulling them up. “N-no, please.” He whined out. “You can’t leave this inside me-“
At that moment, two knocks banged against the door before a voice outside announced that the study room was reserved for someone else now.
Gojo sighed, clenching his teeth as he stood up straight. “Fuck, I can feel it move inside me.” He whispered, and you smiled, smiled.
“Let’s go to class, ‘toru.” You chirped happily, making your way towards the door.
God, you were crazy. And maybe he was even crazier because he loved it.
“O-okay.”
Opening the door, you gave the people outside a brief smile as you walked out, being followed by a slouched Gojo who was practically trembling.
He walked with careful steps towards his class, making you laugh before whispering. “Walk straight, it looks like you have something up your ass.”
He gave you a petulant look, eyebrows scrunched at your stupid words. “You- you’re insufferable.”
And you took it as a compliment.
Gojo walked inside the classroom, glancing behind as you followed him, a confused look on his face. “What are you doing? You don’t take this class.” He whispered, walking towards the front row.
You took a seat on one of the chairs, settling your stuff down. “I’m simply expanding my knowledge.”
He looked at you for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on inside your head, then the professor began the lecture, so he shifted his attention.
Or at least he tried. But he couldn’t stop thinking about you. And the fact that he had a literal buttplug inside him. He felt it every time he shifted on the seat.
And you? You were facing forward, a calm look on your face as if you didn’t know anything. As if what he was going through wasn’t completely your fault.
He watched you reach for your bag, and he got nervous, fiddling with his pen in one hand while the other pushed his glasses up. A nervous habit he had.
You turned to him with a faint smile, taking something out of your bag, it looked like a controller of some sort. He raised her eyebrows a bit in confusion, watching as you pressed a button.
And then he felt it. He jolted as a reaction, earning a few looks from others. That thing inside him was vibrating. It was faint, almost nothing but, oh, he could feel it.
“S-stop.” He whispered with pleading eyes, feeling himself getting harder than he already was. He didn’t want anyone to notice. “Stop, please.”
Your smile turned into a full, sadistic grin, pushing another button that increased the vibrations. “Ah!” He moaned out, covering it immediately with a cough before standing up quickly and rushing out of the classroom.
You stood up as well, muttering a quick. “He’s unwell.” As an excuse before rushing out of the classroom. “‘toru…” You cooed out, glancing down the hallway.
You found him inside an empty classroom, leaning against the professor’s desk. “Make it stop.” He mumbled, looking up at you with teary eyes. “Please, please…”
He was twitching, precum oozing out from his hard cock, staining his pants. He couldn’t hold it. “Please.” He begged again, a cry escaping his lips.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Was all you asked, earning another cry from him. But he nodded, sniffling. “It- it does! B-but it f-feels weird too…”
You stood next to him, placing one hand on the back of his neck, feeling the soft hair of his nape. He leaned into your touch. “It’ll feel a lot better, ‘toru.” You mumbled, leaning in closer. “Trust me?”
He nodded pitifully, his bottom lip quivering.
You pressed another button on the controller, and the vibrations went from an edging sensation to full-blown torture. “W-what-“ He cried out, body leaning forward as his legs shook.
“It’s a special setting.” You said, and your voice was like honey; it was killing him. “It can make you cum every time.”
“T-that’s not- possible!” He blurted out, knees buckling as he felt the plug hit his prostate rapidly. He was shaking his head, trying to think about anything else but how good it felt.
Your thumb hovered on the highest setting before pressing it, making him cry out as he came, hard. “Nghnnn! F-fuck!” He cried out, his knees giving up as he fell to the floor of the classroom.
You were a little bit surprised that it actually worked.
Poor Satoru reached out with his hand to touch your leg, body shaking as the plug was still pressing rapidly against his prostate. “Turn it off! P-please, please turn it off!” He begged with tears streaming down his face.
Your hand fell to his hair, pulling lightly on the white strands before leaning down a bit, shifting the setting of the vibrator to the lowest with your other hand.
He let out a deep, ragged breath. His eyes filled with tears as he looked up at you. “W-was I good?” He whispered. And you tilted your head, well, this was new.
“Yes, you were, ‘toru.” You granted him. Earning a pleased smile from him.
“…Can I have a kiss?” He mumbled shyly, giving you the meanest puppy eyes ever. And how could you say no?
Leaning down even more, you pressed your lips against his in a sweet but messy kiss. You could taste the saltiness of his tears.
You pulled back after a moment, turning off the vibrator and standing up straight. “Let’s go to my dorm, ‘toru. I’m not done with you yet.”
Oh, you were going to kill him.
Notes: Hello! This is the second part of my nerdjo fic. Idk if I'm going to make this a series, if you want me to lmk! I love you all mls, muak.
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Bark Like You Want It
It's A Football Thing
TOJI FUSHIGURO
Feelin' The Heat: Your dad hates Toji. Your hot neighbor who just happens to have a pool. Exactly what you need for a hot day like this.
Needs: Toji has been ignoring you after what happened at his house. But one night, he finally decided that enough is enough. He needs to have you.
Aftertaste: Your dad finds out what you've been doing with Toji. Your hot, single-dad neighbour. He gives you a hard time and makes you realize that perhaps you were nothing more than just a hookup to him.
NANAMI KENTO
Lunch Break: Your husband has a thirty-minute lunch break, and he’s going to make good use of it by making you his lunch.
I'll be quick: Your husband has an important meeting, and he needs to look his best. He asks for your opinion on how the suit looks on him. But you can only think about how badly you want him inside of you.
Baby Fever: Your husband has caught a fever only you can cure. Baby fever.
Tears Run Down My Thighs: I get wet at the thought of you. Being a responsible guy. Treating me like you're supposed to do. Tears run down my thighs.
CHOSO KAMO
Bedazzled: Choso is an awkward, socially inept virgin. You’re the devil, and taking pity on him, you decide to grant him one wish in exchange for his soul. He knows exactly on what he’s spending that wish on.
When Did You Get Hot?: My friends walk in your friends' direction. Said, "Girl, don't you know Choso?" And I was like Huh, when did you get hot? All the sudden, I could look you up and down all day.
GOJO SATORU
Two's a crowd, three's a party: You are the manager of a band called Six Eyes. You love your job, but two members managed to run your patience thin, Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru. What happens when one night, after their last concert, they show you their gratitude?
Anatomy Lessons: You are struggling with your biology class; anatomy was just a difficult topic. Luckily for you, nerdjo is giving you some good ol' anatomy lessons.
SUGURU GETO
Two's a crowd, three's a party: You are the manager of a band called Six Eyes. You love your job, but two members managed to run your patience thin, Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru. What happens when one night, after their last concert, they show you their gratitude?
Secret Door: Following your favorite librarian to the back room as he looks for your R-rated book won't lead to something else, right? Right?
RYOMEN SUKUNA
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?: Sukuna’s always been the reckless stoner who drags you into his chaos. But after that one night, you demand to never see him again, but he can’t get you out of his head. No matter how much you try to cut him off, he keeps finding his way back.
HIGURUMA HIROMI
My moon, my man: Your husband came home from a long and exhausting day at the office. You know how to get him to rest peacefully all night long.
Synopsis: Your husband came home from a long and exhausting day at the office. Tired but wide awake. And you know how to get him to rest peacefully all night long.
Hiromi Higuruma x Reader
MDNI. fem!reader, lowkey top(ish) reader, porn without plot, oral (m receiving), cunnilingus, face-sitting, riding, teasing, pet names.
Word Count. 1.5k
“I’m home…” Your husband announced as he walked in through the door of your house. You had been waiting for him by the kitchen, dinner already cold from his tardiness. “Sorry, I’m late.” He added quickly.
You shook your head with a faint smile, walking up to him, and leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek. “It’s okay.” You mumbled in a soft tone. Helping him take his heavy suit jacket off and holding his briefcase while he undid his tie. “Work has been… hectic.” He sighed heavily. “Everybody’s stressed out with this upcoming trial.”
“It’s okay, Hiro.” You reassured him. He walked to sit on the couch with a groan, taking his shoes off and practically deflating.
“Dinner’s ready, if you’re going to eat.”
He nodded at your words, running his hands down his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll eat dinner, my love, just-“ He sighed deeply. “Give me a moment.”
Silently, you walked over to the couch, straddling his lap, earning a surprised yet tired chuckle from him. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”
Without saying anything, you cupped his face, bringing his lips to yours in a sweet, deep kiss. A groan rumbled in his throat. “Mhmmm…”
“Sweetheart-“ He talked between kisses. “Wait- mhmm, wait.” He let out a soft breath. “…I don’t know if I have the energy for this.”
“Sorry, it’s just been a long week and I-“ Before he could say anything else, your lips were on his again. And he couldn’t complain, not really. He practically melted against you.
“But-“ He mumbled between pecks. “If you’re gonna get on top of me and just- mhmm.. kiss me like this.” His hot breath fanned your face. “I can’t really say no.”
Higuruma let out a deep breath once he felt your kisses trail from his jaw down his neck, eyes closing at the feeling, while your hand moved to his pants. “What are you-”
You cut him off with a smile. “You’ve just been so stressed, Hiromi.” Your fingers fiddled with his belt, successfully undoing it. “Let me help you destress.”
“Destress, huh?” He huffed out with a laugh. “I can’t say no to that either…”
Your smile got bigger at his words, and he stared, because you had this malicious grin and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. God, what you did to him…
Pulling his pants down, you moved to kneel on the floor between his open legs. A groan escaped his lips when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. “Fuck…”
Your eyes landed on his cock, still inside his underwear but already leaking. “You’re so hard, Hiro…” Your words were nothing but a teasing whisper, earning a scoff from him. “Of course I’m hard.” He replied, his voice lowering to a gruff tone.
You hummed, that mischievous grin still present on your lips. One thing about your husband was that he was very sensitive –especially after long and exhausting days like this one– and you would take full advantage of that.
As you pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang free from the tight fabric. All thick and veiny.
He let out a ragged breath once you took hold of him, slowly moving your hand up and down. “My love…” He whispered. “Please don’t tease me, I- fuck…” Your tongue had darted out to flick his tip, tasting the salty precum that was already oozing out.
“I can’t take too much tonight.” He continued.
With that, you simply took him inside your warm, welcoming mouth. “Ohh… fuck, sweetheart.” He groaned, head tilting back against the couch.
Your thighs clenched at the sound, trying to release some of the tension. This wasn’t about you, you remind yourself.
Breathing through your nose you began to push in deeper, gagging around him as he reached the back of your throat. “F-fuck!” Higuruma moaned, hips bucking against you. “Shit… sorry, sweetheart.” He mumbled, eyes opening to look down at you.
Tears were streaming down your pretty face, cheeks flushed and all. You look absolutely breathtaking. “Fuck…” He whispered. “If- mhmm..” You rolled your tongue around his shaft, making him shiver.
“If you keep it up, I’m gonna cum.” He said like it was a warning, like what you didn’t want the most right now was for him to cum down your throat.
So you took it as a challenge. Hands on his thighs as you pushed in even deeper, your nose hitting the trimmed tuffs of black pubic hair as you deepthroated him.
“G-god-“ He gasped, eyes clenching shut as spurts of his white, sticky cum filled your throat. “Shit! Sweetheart.” He whined. Whined.
You pulled back, coughing a bit as you tried to fill your lungs with oxygen again.
He looked down, eyes blown out as he saw the state you were in. “Sorry, my love.” He whispered, pulling you back into his lap. “I should’ve warned you.”
You shook your head, a sweet smile on your face. “It’s okay, Hiro.”
“Let me make it up to you.” He said firmly.
“There’s no need for it, love.” You tried to say before getting cut off by your stubborn husband. “There’s absolutely every need for it, sweetheart.”
He moved to lie down, his head against the armrest. “Sit on my face.” He wasn’t asking you to do it, and there was no reason to argue either.
Without complaining, you took off your shorts and panties, paying no mind to wherever they fell on the floor as you moved to straddle his head, hovering a bit.
“Are you sure, Hiro?” You asked softly, looking down at the man. He had such a dazed look. Were you seriously asking?
His hands found your hips, pulling you down to his welcoming mouth. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his tongue darted out to taste you.
“O-ohh… fuck, Hiro.”
He hummed, lapping up your juices in such a nasty way. “Taste so good.” He mumbled. Keeping you firm against him as you practically smothered his face.
Your moans were like music to his ears, your little gasps and whines, that was all he wanted to hear after such a long day. If he could stay like this every day… God, if he could.
Your hips rolled in small circles as his nose bumped against your puffy clit, gaining more moans from you. “Fuuck, Hiro.” You cried out, eyebrows scrunching as your mouth hung low. “Feels so good… so- mhmm! Good!”
“I want you to cum on my mouth, sweetheart.” He mumbled between licks. “Can you do that f’me, sweetheart?”
His muffled words barely registered in your brain, lost in a hazy state. But you nodded either way. Feeling that tingling sensation in your tummy as your thighs clenched tighter around his head.
His lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, sucking meanly and making your back arch. “Ohhh! Fuck, fuck- Hiro!”
Your thighs shook as you came on his mouth, head thrown back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A soft cry of his name left your lips, making him moan as well.
He let out a deep sigh once you moved from him, sitting back on the couch. He was staring at the ceiling, a dazed expression on his face. Chin and neck wet from your saccharine juices.
Still, it wasn’t enough for you. No, you wanted to literally knock him out from exhaustion, so he could have a good night of sleep, of course.
With shaky limbs from the orgasm he just gave you, your legs spread over his hips, wet cunt dragging up and down his cock. “M-my love…” He mumbled, looking up at you with those eyes of his. He was practically pleading.
You gave him a grin, lowering yourself down on him. Eliciting a deep groan from him. His hands were everywhere, trying to hold onto you as if you were going to disappear. “F-fffuck…”
You let out a deep sigh, resting your forehead against his, hot breath fanning over his face. Your hips began to make slow, barely there circles that had him scrunching his eyes shut. “Sweetheart- I’m not going to last.” He breathed out, hips bucking up against his will.
“That’s okay, Hiro.” You replied between ragged breaths, bouncing up and down at a faster pace. His hands held your hips, eyes scrunching tightly, trying to think about anything else so he could last a little longer for you.
“O-oh, fuck, fuck.” He whispered, rapid breaths leaving his lips. He could feel his orgasm building up again. You were so tight, practically caging him inside your warmth. How could he last? “My love, oh, my love I’m-”
“Cum f’me, Hiromi.” You whispered against his lips. God, your voice was like honey. He nodded at your words, mouth agape as he groaned. Hands tight against your skin as he stilled you, holding you down as ropes of cum filled your pussy.
You let out a soft breath, looking down at him with loving eyes. He had his eyes closed, and his chest was heaving up and down rapidly. Hair messed up and skin flushed. He looked completely wrecked. “You okay?”
He nodded, slowly opening his eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer against him. His cock was softening inside you.
Your smile widened, leaving a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips before mumbling. “I love you, Hiro.”
“I love you more, my love.”
Notes: I'm back from the death. Y'all I missed writing so much. A lot has happened in my life, but I'm 100% back mls. This is my official apology for being MIA. I love you all so much, thanks for 300 peeps <3
Synopsis: When your ritual summons an incubus, you expect temptation. What you don’t expect is Sukuna: ancient, merciless, and determined to make you his. Bound by your own spell, you become both his master and his prey.
Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
MDNI. fem!reader, witch!reader, incubus!sukuna, trueform!sukuna, porn without plot, bondage, CNC, eventual coercion, manipulation, oral (m receiving), upside down, deepthroat, , religious themes?, dark magic, rituals, teasing, pet names.
Word Count. 1.4k
Day 3 of Kinktober: Bondage
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Your fingers ran down the pages of the old grimoire. Your eyes skimmed through the Latin words, trying to understand the spell before performing it.
The light from candles illuminated the sealed chamber with a dim glow. You had already traced the salt circle around you, the herbs scattered throughout just as the grimoire described.
Taking a deep breath, you straightened your back, bracing yourself. It was time.
The spell was simple -in theory- a charm to strengthen your barrier, keep unwanted energy away.
Your fingers hovered above the sigils drawn in chalk, and the candles flickered once.
“Lux mea, scutum animae, claude portas umbrae…”
The flame steadied, a soft warmth pressing against your palms, and a content smile settled on your features.
“Audi verba mea, et custodi me.” You continued murmuring the next line.
The circle pulsed faintly. You could almost feel the air vibrating, echoing with the beat of your breath. It was working.
But then you heard a whisper; it was faint, but it slipped past your words. “Ignis cordis, vinculum noctis, audite votum meum…” You frowned, thinking you’d misread the text. The letters on the page seemed to ripple, rearranging under the candlelight.
“Veni, spiritus carnis, vinculum noctis, audi votum cordis mei.”
The moment the last word left your lips, the flame on the candles snapped. The sigil under your feet shuddered; blue bled into crimson, and the salt circle cracked, a hiss cutting through the silence.
You tried to break the chant, to pull back, but something held your words. The mirror across the room shuddered. A crack split its surface, and from the break a cloud of red smoke came out.
The air stank of iron and heat. Symbols you’d never drawn flared across the floor.
From the crimson smoke, a figure materialized. Tall, big. Great, you've summoned a demon, how nice.
You stayed on the ground, mouth agape as your eyes raked up and down his body. Four arms rested by his sides while a big mouth was settled on his stomach, grinning.
Beneath said mouth lay a tattoo, one of his many, actually. A purple glowing heart with horns... You've definitely seen it before.
Oh, fuck.
His red eyes landed on you, a matching smirk settling on his features. "It has been a long time since I've had a meal." His voice rang through the chamber, low and gruff. You got goosebumps from it alone.
He moved closer to you, the wooden floor creaking beneath his heavy steps. "Another mortal to suck dry..." He continued.
You’ve summoned an incubus.
“Stay back.” You warned, snatching the grimoire from the floor. Your fingers flipped through the pages, frantically searching for a banishing spell.
“In nomine lucis, redeas ad umbras-”
A deep laugh escaped his lips. “That won’t work, sweetheart.” He barked, amused.
You ignored him, drawing another sigil in chalk with trembling hands. The circle crackled to life, glowing faintly, and for a second, hope flickered in your chest.
Then the glow collapsed, devoured by the red light. The chalk hissed, curling into smoke as the circle burned itself away.
“Cute.” Sukuna huffed out, stepping over the broken line, making your breath hitch as he leaned down, a big hand coming to roughly cup your face. “But you have already called for me.”
“I didn’t call for you.” You mumbled.
His grin widened. “Didn’t you?” Leaning closer, the air between you was heavy with heat and the faint scent of smoke. “You wanted protection. Power?” His voice dropped. “That’s what I am.”
Sukuna tilted his head, the smirk still curling at his lips. “Go on.” He said, diverted. “Try again. I’ll even let you finish the spell this time.”
He was playing with you.
You swallowed hard, reaching for your grimoire once more, trembling fingers changing pages, desperate for a counter-spell.
A binding charm. If you couldn’t banish him, maybe you could at least keep him still long enough to think about what to do.
You drew more sigils on the floor with a shaky hand. “Ligabis daemonem, arte et verbo…”
A golden light flared from your palms at your words, swirling into bright, thin ribbons that lashed towards him; they wrapped around his arms and torso.
You managed to let out a soft exhale before the ribbons lit up in a fiery red, snapping backwards and effectively binding you instead. The ribbons coiled around your wrists, your waist, and your throat.
Your breath hitched, mouth agape as he grinned while looking down at you. "You're certainly not good with spells, are you?" He mocked you, sharp nails digging into your cheeks.
"Don't touch me." You whispered, voice breaking slightly.
His grin widened, using his dark magic to raise you from the floor and binding you mid-air.
"You see... When you summon an incubus, you're bound to it by energy. I'm sure you know this. Do you not?"
You sighed, nodding at his words. The ribbons around your body were restricting your attempts to break free.
"The only way to break our bond is for me to drain your energy." He continued, pacing around you with an air of superiority. "And, once again, I'm sure you are aware of the process."
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Your mind was already hazy, heart thumping loudly against your ribcage as his words settled.
Sex, that was the only way.
"So you do know." He said, now in front of you. His crimson eyes trailed down your quivery body.
And a loud gasp left your lips once you heard a loud RIP! Followed by your clothes falling to the wooden floor.
The magical bindings burned against your skin, and tears had already welled in your eyes at the embarrassing situation.
"If you want me to leave... this is the only way." He said gruffly, hot breath hitting your face.
You took in a sharp breath, cursing mentally at yourself because you could feel the heat pooling in your tummy. You could feel how wet you were, and it was so mortifying.
But against yourself, you nodded. "Fine."
His mouth -both of them- grinned at you wickedly.
He snapped his fingers, turning your body upside down. “Let’s see if that pretty mouth is actually useful.” He grumbled, tugging his robes down. Your eyes bulged comically at the sight of his- two?! Two cocks?!
“T-this- This is not necessary-” You tried to say, body squirming before he interrupted you. “Believe me, sweetheart, this is absolutely necessary.” He replied, tone dripping with mockery.
“You want me gone, don’t you?” He asked, one of his big hands trailing down your neck. You could feel your blood rushing to your head. Giving him a slow nod, he sneered. “Then open your mouth f’me.”
You did as told, opening your mouth hesitantly. He thrusted one of his thick cocks inside, earning a muffled cry from you, the sheer thickness tethering your airway.
“Fffuckk!” He barked loudly, hips thrusting in and out at a hard pace against your poor mouth.
Your body writhed, salty tears falling down the sides of your head as you tried not to choke on his cock. "Nghnnn..."
His tip was hitting the back of your throat in the meanest way.
"Fuck- you can actually suck cock just fine!" He teased, the mouth on his stomach dragging its tongue over your chest, making you cry out a muffled whine.
He was so nasty and rough, but what could you really expect from an incubus?
His pelvis kept hitting your chin as you deepthroated him. Never in your life have you done something so... dirty.
Sukuna's thrust soon grew weaker. Rough groans escaped his lips. "Take it- fffuck! Take all my fucking cum!"
Your eyes widened as he came down your throat, hot, thick cum filling your mouth as you choked on it. Earning an almost growl from him as he pulled back.
Wheezing loudly, the air tried to get into your lungs once more. Mind hazy from -not only the fact that you had his cock deep in your throat- but the position you were in.
He rolled his eyes at your dramatic display, pitying you as he turned your body back around. Your head hung low as your body gave in.
"How weak." He mumbled, pacing once more, now standing behind you. His claws settled on your waist, trailing down your body as he opened your legs. "You might as well brace yourself, that was only the beginning."
