𝑫𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑵𝑬. 🇦🇺 𝕽𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗟 𝕳𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 ꩜ considering the counterattack, 五条悟 decided to deal with the transfigured humans. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of modern times dealt with a thousand transfigured humans, those that were sent to the fifth floor underground. he wiped them all out in 299 seconds after lifting the domain . . . 𝕻𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝕽𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗠 𝕺𝗣𝗘𝗡 . . . 𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶! 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦.
☆ NSFW (18+) thinking about toji fushiguro who is kinda obsessed with your voice
toji fushiguro loved the way you talked—the soft lilt of your voice when you asked him for something, anything, honestly was enough to make his heart beat just a touch faster, make his face go just a shade pinker.
he also loved the way your tone pitched up when you noticed the way his eyes hung onto your face, train of thought lost as you lightly pushed at his chest; scarred lips raising up in a small smirk.
"you're staring..." you'd mutter and he'd just smile and pull you closer, your soft curves pressed up against his firm muscles—back against his chest whilst an arm lazily moved to stroke along your inner thigh.
"you caught me."
but it seemed like you were the one who was really caught, breath catching in your throat when a finger trailed closer and closer to the one place you wanted him the most.
"such a pretty voice you have." he slipped under the loose cotton of your shorts, fingertips drumming into your inner thigh.
you knew he was leading you somewhere and you were also sure you were going to enjoy the journey, head tilting up to look at the sharpness of his jawline; green eyes twinkling with that usual mix of adoration and lust that made your stomach do somersaults.
"keep talking to me."
and so you did, plush lips moving to continue telling him about the asshole coworker who kept eating your lunch when he began to move small, tight circles over your clit through your panties—each word becoming punctuated by short inhalations, friction from the fabric making you writhe underneath him.
"and he said-said,"
his voice was low, smooth against the shell of your ear as his fingers moved a little faster. "what he say baby?"
you'd felt tears start to well up in your eyes, too prideful to beg for more, yet too needy to bite back the soft whimpers that slipped off your tongue; able to feel the harsh puff of wind from his nostrils on your forehead, and the hard ridge of his cock against your ass.
"feels good, don't it?" and he'd said it like a taunt but it only made you lean into his touch more, dopey smile stuck on your face. you nodded, eyes squeezed shut like that would somehow hide you from how strong his stare was.
but he did not like that, fingers slooooowing down to a halt. you whined in response.
"told you to keep talking to me." he'd tutted.
with a small gulp you continued, "m'sorry... feels good. really, really good."
your voice slurred slightly and you felt him twitch underneath you from the sound.
it was settled. that was his favorite tone of yours. just hazy and lightly strained, rhythm rushed like every second spent talking was excruciating—and the only thing that would ease it would be his fingers on your clit.
speaking of which, he'd resumed; proud hum resonating in the back of his chest at how quickly he was able to have you teetering on the edge, your breath panicked and sharp.
"toji i think i'm gonna—"
"give it to me beautiful. soak these pretty little panties f'me."
and since he’d asked told you so nicely, you did; mouth lax as your limbs turned to jelly against him, small hiccups wracking your lungs with each insistent swirl of his fingertips, fabric getting wetter by the minute as your slick spilled out.
It's terrifying to think about. How can he hold his own against me without cursed energy? He's using his natural physical prowess, not his might as a sorcerer. He must have frighteningly high physical durability. Sorcerers often struggle with basic cursed energy control when they lose the use of their technique. Their instincts probably dull over the long years. But the complete inability to use cursed energy is even more disadvantageous! Yet it's true that he can fight this well under these circumstances, when my first strike would have settled the battle against most foes. If I'm not careful, he'll trip me up. I'll crush him with my full might!
hiromi lost a case! what does he do? he fucks his secretary, of course. ⭐︎
higuruma hiromi just lost a case. it's kind of an oxymoron in itself. higuruma hiromi? losing? unheard of. it was news to his firm when the jury had ruled in the defendant’s . higuruma hiromi had lost his first case.
he's furious— there’s no denying it. years worth of a clean record now ruined by a singular juror. hiromi came back from the courthouse all red and rough with everything his fingers touched.
neat court papers are hastily dropped on his desk and his briefcase is thrown across the room. as his doting little secretary, you asked what was going on. that’s when he looked up at you with pure anger and lust in his eyes.
"over the table, now."
you follow his instructions in almost eagerly. opaque stockings were tossed to the side and your panties were shoved in his desk drawer (there’s a few other pairs in his drawer from previous activities).
it’s not every day that hiromi fucks you, so you spread yourself on his desk like the pretty meal you are. soon enough, you’re gripping on the ends of his mahogany desk while being stuffed full by his massive dick.
your button-up top is opened so hiromi's hands can palm your breasts and occasionally tweak your perky nipples. thighs spread to show off your sopping wet pussy and sensitive clit. with one hand on your mouth and the other on your leg, hiromi’s reduced you to his little fuck-doll.
“fucking jury…” he mutters, thrusts coordinating with every syllable. “going on about “more evidence needed”… had the damn evidence in front of ‘em.” hiromi delivers a harsh slap to your clit, coaxing a delicious whine from your mouth.
“h-higu!” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “it’s so much!” your brain can’t think straight right now when hiromi’s thick girth is stretching your tiny pussy wide open. when his cock brushes against your sensitive g-spot, your legs tighten around his waist.
hiromi growls and continues to snap his hips against yours, red tip kissing your cervix with a bump! bump bump! “you take what i give you.” he reprimands and a sudden increase in pace follows. “it’s your job after all, isn’t it?”
“y-yes, sir…!” you squeal when his hand makes contact with your pussy. “hi-higu it’s so much… i think i might—!” it’s at that moment when hiromi stops his brutal pace. his hand finds your clit and pinches it, hard. you let out a loud moan and throw your head back, sending a few pens to the ground.
“did my words not make sense to you, honey?” he asks in a pseudo-sweet voice. “is my pretty little secretary too fucked out to understand basic, coherent sentences?” you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head at his degrading (but sensual) words. “atta girl.”
hiromi lifts your hips up again and continues pounding into your gushing pussy. “be a good girl and let me relieve some anger, honey.” he coos, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. his gentle manner contrasts the sinful sensation he’s making your tight hole go through. the new angle he’s positioning you in allows him to get to both your g-spot and cervix with more ease.
“you know what would make me less angry, sweetheart?” he asks, folding your legs into a mating press. you shake your head, mind still focused on trying taking his dick without splitting in two. “why, a few months of paternity leave would certainly make me less angry.” oh.
hiromi leans closer to you, mouth against your ear. “think about it, honey— my favorite little secretary and i. and a little baby on the way.” he palms the bulge on your tummy, the imprint of his cock visible for all to see. “paid time off for the both of us— isn’t it perfect, sweetheart?”
your pussy clenches around his girth at the thought of it. hiromi smiles almost wickedly. “perfect girl, i knew you wanted it too.” without any warning, he bottoms out and slams his entire being into you once more, inciting a moan from the both of you.
“bear the paperwork for now, honey. in six months time, we’ll be off work together.”
18+ ❤︎ . . . when a mission with him goes terribly wrong and ends with him deep in your guts...
satoru gojo ℘ fem!sorcerer!reader . . . aphrodisiac ( reader affected ) : reader is kind of mean but he's into it, canon-universe — explicit smut !! oral (fem rec.), fingering, p in v, slight overstim, cock drunk reader, messy confessions, mutual pining, slight brat taming, cocky gojo, reader cries during sex, orgasm denial ( in a way.. ), slight after care, cutetiful ending ♡ w.c 8.2k
you and satoru gojo were partners. best friends even.
in his eyes at least.
no matter how many times you swore you hated him whenever he pissed you off, he was somehow insanely persistent in trying to get you to like him. it was as if riling you up was his love language.
not that you didn’t like him — you did. more than you should. you just didn’t show it very well, per se..
you were kind of like a black cat girlfriend to him, while he was your golden retriever boyfriend. and he knew it. always did. even when he insisted on asking you the stupidest questions:
“so! if i got bit by a snake on my dick, would you suck the venom out to save my life?”
...
“what the fuck is wrong with you?”
yeah…
so even if he was the strongest sorcerer alive, he still insisted on tagging along on your missions whenever he could. not because you needed protection—you were perfectly capable of handling yourself—but simply because, according to him, you were his favorite person.
“and you are here again because..?” you hummed, stepping through the warped entrance of the abandoned inn where the special grade cursed object was rumored to be hidden, floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet.
behind you, gojo followed without a shred of caution, hands tucked behind his head like some sort of casual stroll instead of a mission for grade one and above.
he chuckled. “why can’t i? i just wanna spend time with my favorite girl.” his voice tilted into a teasing sing-song. “don’t act like you hate it~”
you stopped and turned to face him.
“im not acting. and since you’re here,” you began flatly, crossing your arms, “why don’t you ... go find whatever it is we’re looking for.”
he gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “i came all this way and yet you decide to dismiss me? i guess they were right…” he sighed, shaking his head. “you truly are a cruel woman.”
your eyes widened and you slapped his chest. “what? whose they?!”
he let out that stupid familiar giggle of his before turning and dashing off in the opposite direction, disappearing down the dark hallway.
“stupid idiot…” you huffed under your breath.
you wandered through the inn for a while, your flashlight sweeping slowly across warped walls and half opened doors as the old hallways creaked with every careful step.
the place smelled like dust and rotting wood, the kind of quiet that made every little noise feel louder than it should be.
you walked endlessly, the hours blurring together as every room you entered stood just as the last—dusty, abandoned, and hollow.
and despite knowing satoru was somewhere nearby, you couldn’t help the small tension settling in your shoulders.
“satoru?” you called once, mostly out of habit.
no response.
rolling your eyes, you continued down the hall, pushing another door open with your foot and flashing the light around the empty room before stepping back into the corridor—only for a voice to suddenly appear right behind you.
“boo.”
you yelped. the sound tore out of you before you could stop it, your flashlight jerking wildly as you spun around to find gojo standing there, already laughing.
god you just wanted to slap that infuriating smirk off his face. or kiss it off. you weren’t exactly sure of anything whenever it came to him…
“satoru!” you snapped, slapping his chest again, warmth spreading in your face from embarrassment. your punches and hits always landed easily, because, for reasons you’d never quite questioned, satoru gojo never kept his infinity up around you.
you dusted yourself off, ignoring the crippling wave of embarrassment that washed over you. “have you seen anything?”
even behind the fabric of his blindfold, it felt like his gaze hadn’t left you. it was always so heavy, unwavering, like he could you and pin you in place with his eyes alone if he really wanted to.
“nope!”
“gosh.. you are seriously useless.” you muttered, walking toward one of the last rooms in the hallway. one where the cursed energy felt strongest.
“well you could try to be nicer to me instead of mouthing off to me all the time, maybe i’d be nicer to you.” he pouted, following right behind you.
“really? be nice? how old are you again???”
in the center of the room sat an old incense box, the wood darkened with age and wrapped loosely in forgotten talismans. you knelt down beside it while gojo leaned against the doorway behind you.
“seriously…?” you murmured, opening the box. a faint pink mist drifted upward, slow and almost pretty in the dim light.
“this is our cursed object? they couldn’t have sent one of the second years? ridiculous.”
the scent that followed was surprisingly sweet and warm, something soft and calming that made you pause for a second longer than you meant to.
you took a breath.
“uh..” gojo spoke suddenly from the doorway, his voice losing some of its usual laziness. “i don't think you should go around sniffing random cursed objects princess.”
you huffed, rolling your eyes. “whatever.. besides, what did i tell you about the pet names?”
“well, i think they're cute.” he hummed, taking the box from your hands, slender, cool fingers brushing briefly against yours before he snapped the box shut with a quiet thud. the sudden shift in his energy left you slightly confused, but he only gave you a reassuring smile like nothing had happened.
“i’ll call ijichi and we’ll be on our way, yeah?”
you nodded slowly, thinking nothing of it.
the two of you waited outside the inn with your arms crossed against the cool night air while gojo paced in loose circles nearby, talking loudly enough into the phone that you could hear half the conversation even from where you stood.
when he finally finished, he stuffed the cursed object into his pocket.
“good news!” he announced. “ijichi said it’ll be handled. bad news is he thinks it’s some weird—”
oh.
satoru's voice softened slightly. “hey.. you okay?”
you blinked at him slowly.
there was a warmth spreading in your stomach that wasn’t there before, a heavy, unfamiliar sensation making your thoughts feel a little slower, a little foggier around the edges. you pushed yourself straighter against the street pole, trying to ignore how your face felt slightly warmer than it should.
especially around gojo out of all people.
“m’fine…” voice small in a way he’d never heard before.
that’s when he noticed it properly.
you, who never slipped. you, who never needed anything from everybody, especially not from him. the weariness and hesitance in your eyes.
“you don’t look very okay..”
he frowned slightly, stepping closer, his hand rested lightly on your arm as he spoke. “you sure? you look sick. if you want i can get us to shoko and—”
and the warmth in your stomach sharpened, more intense than before.
“—no!” you blurted suddenly, louder than you meant to.
gojo blinked.
“sorry,” you said quickly, already turning away from him. “no. i- i’m gonna go home, you can wrap this up.” you huffed, breath more shaky and worn out than you’d like it to be.
the night air clung to your skin, biting and sharp, a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering in your body. the moment hung quiet, too quiet, before gojo shifted closer, spinning you back around gently.
his free hand lifted, cool fingers brushing your cheek as he gently angled your face toward him. the chill of his touch seeped into your warmth, but this time there was nothing casual about it. his movements slowed, more deliberate as he studied you.
his thumb hovered near your cheekbone, lightly turning your face side to side checking for any physical markings as for what was making you act so strange.
“how can you even go home like this? i'm serious, let me.” he muttered under his breath, the usual teasing edge in his voice replaced with worry.
a soft whine slipped from your lips, more reflex than intentional, and you immediately swatted his hand away—half protest, half instinct—breaking the contact as you huffed in quiet defiance.
“i’m serious too.” annoyance bubbled in your chest, turning on your heel and storming off into the night, leaving behind a very confused satoru.
+ ❤︎ ℘
as soon as you got home, you showered.
once.
then twice.
letting the cold water run over your skin until your fingers went slightly numb and your breathing felt slower under the steady hiss of the faucet. the warmth in your stomach didn’t leave. it only sat there stubbornly, dull and heavy like something pressing quietly beneath your thoughts.
you turned the water colder, leaning your forehead briefly against the tiled wall, trying to focus on anything else — the sound of water hitting the floor, the faint echo of your own breathing in the empty bathroom — but every time you closed your eyes you kept remembering the way he had touched your arm earlier, light and warm and far too distracting to shake off.
fuck.
it felt like your body couldn’t settle no matter what you tried, you changed into the lightest, thinnest clothes you had, hoping the strange heat under your skin would ease even a little bit.
but it didn’t.
satoru had been pacing the emptied out office ever since you went home, anxiety slowly gnawing at the back of his mind. it had been hours—no call, no text, nothing at all—and even though he told himself you were probably just resting.
the silence felt wrong.
so when his phone finally lit up with your name and his favorite photo of the two of you: where you had fallen asleep and slumped against his shoulder on the train back home, cheek squishing against his chest — his heart fluttered with a pang of hope before he answered.
“hey, i was just thinking of you,” he said when he picked up, voice instantly softening. “did you get home safely?”
he frowned when you didn’t answer right away. “uh, helloooo?”
on the other end of the line, you were clutching your phone tightly, his voice alone making the strange warmth in your chest feel sharper, harder to ignore.
“satoru—” you called, practically moaning out his name, breath uneven. body burning in embarrassment and taut with need as you buried your face into the arm of your couch, the scratchy fabric pressing against your sweaty forehead.
“i’ve tried everything. my fingers, my fucking shower head, my vibrator–” you whined, voice strained as you couldn’t stop yourself from blubbering everything out to him.
“i just— s’no use.” you wailed in defeat. the way your top brushed against your overly sensitive nipples each time you moved, the way your panties rubbed against your throbbing clit — it was all so overbearing, you couldn’t even think properly.
poor satoru couldn’t help but feel like a pervert.
the image of your legs spread, cunt swollen and fluttering around nothing, desperate to relieve the ache... just front and center in his mind, making his chest flutter. and well..
his dick throb in his trousers.
“hey, hey,” he said quickly, doing his best to ignore the slow strain against fabric. “it’s alright. what do you need me to do?”
“can you come over? please.”
the words were quiet, but they carried a weight he understood immediately.
not just any “come over.”
that kind of “come over.”
“be there in ten.”
“no.” you said immediately, voice stubborn and a little whiny. “five.”
he huffed quietly on the other end of the line.
“…fine. i’ll be there in three.”
you could’ve swore you heard the man smirking as he spoke.
truthfully, satoru wasn’t sure he had ever moved this fast in his life. he made a quick stop at a 24 hour convenience store on the way to yours.
if whatever this shit was had you asking for his help and using your manners???? it had to have been serious.
he avoided eye contact with the elderly lady at the register while she scanned his items, a faint beep cutting through the silence.
his items of choice?
a container of your favorite flavored mochi’s.
for you! post sex..
and a box of xl condoms.
also.. for you.. during sex.. if the two of you were to have sex that is.
soon enough, satoru was standing at your front door in just about two minutes, thanks to his inhuman abilities of course.
he was also a man who, annoyingly enough, did stick to his word.
he knocked once.
no answer.
he was about to knock again when the door suddenly swung open, revealing you standing there. a soft sheen of sweat on your skin, eyebrows knitted together in irritation—or arousal—lips stubbornly pouting while your body was enveloped by one of his worn out shirts with some faded digimon print on it—the same one he had left at your house last time he was there.
worn because you likely wanted to hide the fact you only had panties on under there.
“you said three minutes,” you said, frowning up at him
“yes. and i got here in two princess.” his tone was light, but his gaze dipped briefly below your chest, taking in the scene in front of him.
normally, his pet names pissed you off. so what the hell was this? why were you getting lightheaded??
“…is that my shirt?” he hummed, unable to fully hide the amusement threading through his voice, a grin already tugging at his lips, “—where exactly are your pants?”
you let out a groan, already regretting calling him in the first place. “it’s too hot for anything else.” you muttered, pulling the fabric of the shirt down a little.
as if that would make a difference…
you glanced down at the bag in his hand, raising an eyebrow, ignoring the way your pussy throbbed maddeningly at the sight and faint smell of him.
he noticed the shift.
of course he did.
his head tilted just slightly, quietly piecing together a thought he didn’t bother to say out loud, the corner of his mouth tugging up in quiet amusement.
“it’s stuff for you, don’t worry about it,” he spoke with a small, reassuring smile.
he stepped inside fully, the door clicking shut behind him as he locked it without a second thought.
“you’re gonna listen to me for a bit, yeah?”
his voice was light. easy. infuriatingly so.
his hand came up anyway, despite the fact you usually punched him if he tried, tilting your chin just enough to make sure you were looking at him.
his touch softened, less insistent now, more reassuring than anything.
“don’t get shy on me now,” he murmured, voice dipping just enough to make your breath catch.. “what is it you want?”
your breath hitched. “i… i wanna see you. please.” you mewled, embarrassed at how such a low level curse made your libido and sex drive skyrocket – to a point beyond your control.
he caught on right away.
slowly, he lifted his blindfold and unraveled it, the fabric falling away in one smooth motion. his blue eyes were clearer now without the barrier, sharp but unusually soft when they settled on you, the loose strands of his hair framing his face in a way that made your chest tighten.
you didn’t think about what was to come next. couldn’t, really.
the words died somewhere between your thoughts and your tongue, and before your mind caught up, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer on pure instinct, locking your lips with his in a bruising kiss.
one large hand shot up instinctively, steadying you, while his eyes fluttered shut for a split second. he leaned down, meeting your eager lips.
he caught himself with ease, grip on you firm but controlled. satoru had always been ready for anything… just not that.
as you clung to his jacket, satoru tossed the bag aside—quick, almost careless in its urgency.
with his blindfold gone, his sharp gaze met yours without anything in the way. one hand settled on your hip, firm enough to steady you, but gentle in its hold—quietly letting you take the lead, giving you exactly what you needed.
you pushed him back until the couch hit the back of his knees, forcing him to drop down onto it with a soft thud, instantly following him down, settling on top of him.
a soft grunt slipped from him as you crashed into him, your whole body shuddering before you buried your face into the crook of his neck, trying to regain some form of self control.
you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you slotted yourself right over his clothed cock, warmth seeping through the point of contact and spreading throughout your body.
“fuck… m'sorry toru,” you groaned, your face burning with embarrassment, frustration, and something you couldn’t name.
his breath hitched. toru…? well that was new.
he blinked, caught off guard, a grin threatening to slip past his composure. fingers tightening just enough on your hip, not to control, just… to keep you upright.
“…toru, huh?” his voice was low, teasing, but there was something raw beneath it, something he barely recognized in himself.
his smile dropped slightly when you didn’t indulge in his teasing.
“hey… look at me,” he hummed, gently tilting your head up, his finger resting lightly under your chin as he guided your face toward his. “don’t apologize, okay? aphrodisiacs aren’t that bad… you just need a bit of help is all.”
his hands settled at your waist to steady you, thumb brushing lightly against your sides as he met your gaze.
your eyes kept avoiding his, unable to settle. he noticed, gently tilting your chin up once more to meet him halfway.
“nuh uh—eyes on me, princess,” he murmured. “i’ll only do anything you want,” he hummed, booping your nose, making you blink abruptly.
“now tell me,” his teasing tone returned, though his gaze remained attentive. “this you or that cursed thing talkin'?”
you scanned his face rapidly, heat pooling in your stomach, growing heavier the closer he leaned. his large hands molded against your curves with ease, and his scent—soft, yet intoxicating—made it impossible to think straight.
“i—” you tried, but the word caught uselessly in your throat.
he cocked his head to the side, gaze sharp behind the faintest smirk. “don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy on me...” he murmured, his thumb pressing soft, steady strokes against your hip. “you were just mouthing off to me a couple of seconds ago.”
your grip on his shirt tightened immediately.
“yes—fuck, it’s me talking, satoru!”
his gaze lingered on you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “yeah… i know,” he murmured softly. “that’s my girl. we’ll go at your pace.”
you groaned, still visibly annoyed, though the edge in your voice gave you away. “you don't need to coddle me satoru…” you muttered, pout lingering.
he let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “sorry for trying to play nice,” he murmured, though there was no real bite to it. “don’t wanna break you sweetheart... now c’mere.”
his hand slipped to the back of your head, steadying you as he kissed you first. slow, deliberate, giving you time to change your mind.
a chance to back out.
you let out a sigh as his lips met yours again, hands gripping at his jacket, entire body on fire as your hips moved on their own, gently grinding against him.
a purr of delight rumbled inside his throat as your hands hiked up underneath his shirt, tongues brushing against each other in tandem. you moaned into his mouth as his hands found your hips, rolling you against him, firmer than you had been doing — an attempt to ease the raging pool of arousal in you.
and only after a long, quiet moment did he pull back just enough to breathe, eventually (and regrettably) pulling from your lips, a string of saliva bridging the gap between you two. his forehead still hovered near yours, close enough to feel every shallow inhale you took.
“please… toru,” you whispered, voice small, urgent, almost trembling. “i need it…” grinding down on him once more, a spark of warmth building up and throughout your nerves.
he let out a quiet, breathy chuckle, tilting his head at you.
“mouth or fingers then?”
…
“w-what?”
you fumbled over your words, the need coiling tight in your chest, twisting sharper with every second he kept teasing.
if anything, it only made you wetter.
“w-w-what?” he echoed, a quiet laugh slipping out. “you heard me. mouth or fingers—pick.”
“now’s not the time to be fucking around, you dickhead,” you bit out, your voice tighter than you meant it to be.
you hated it—hated how he was still trying to be playful when you felt like you were falling apart inside.
he always knew exactly which buttons to push.
and somehow, you always reacted anyway.
“fucking around? i just want to be thorough.” his voice low but not unkind.
…
“h-hands…” you muttered, barely getting the word out, eyes refusing to meet his.
he let out a soft chuckle, clearly entertained, canines catching in the dim moonlight that creeped in through the cracked curtains. “there it is,” he murmured. “see? that wasn’t so hard.”
he hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips, canines catching the dim light.
“though, i was hoping you’d aim higher.” — making you roll your eyes with a heavy scoff.
normally, you’d tell him off. tell the six-eyed freak to go fuck himself.
but not tonight.
tonight was different.
he shifted slightly, guiding you with careful, deliberate movements until your back rested against the arm of the couch, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.
your thighs pressed together instinctively, a small whimper slipping out as if you could hide from him—hide how badly you really wanted it.
“c’mon… what'd i say about getting shy?” he murmured.
“can’t help you if you’re hiding from me pretty.” his grip shifted, and with an almost unfair ease, he used just the span of his hand—thumb and pinky guiding your legs apart, your slick having already soaked through the thin cotton of your panties.
if you knew satoru gojo was going to be fingering you until you came all over his hands tonight… then you definitely would’ve worn something a lot cuter.
maybe something silky, with lace around the edges, something easy to slip off.
but it’s not like he minded.
his breath caught in his throat. “…fuck,” whispering under his breath. and for a brief moment, his usual composure slipped. his gaze lingering just a second longer than before..
he was just so fucking obsessed with you.
with one slender digit, he hooked your panties, knuckle slightly grazing your entrance, collecting some of your slick along his knuckle. he pushed your panties aside with a slow, careful motion. exposing your sopping cunt to the cool night air.
after about a minute of tense silence, he hadn’t even realized he’d been gawking at your pussy. he couldn’t help himself. the way it was practically leaking, every curve, every clench.
so fucking pretty…
“satoru!”
he blinked, dragged back to the moment, and after a brief pause, finally looked up at you, a faint chuckle escaping.
“heh… sorry.” his voice steadied again. “just tell me if it feels good, okay?”
and with that, he inserted two of his slender digits past your wet folds, your juices coating his fingers entirely as he slipped in and out of you. a loud, sinful ‘shlick’ shattering the quiet of your living room.
your jaw went slack and your eyelids fluttered shut instantly with a loud moan as he angled them deep inside you, occasionally curling up and reaching spots you couldn’t even dream of reaching yourself—whining each time he did so.
you reached for the nearest couch cushion and pulled it over your face, attempting to muffle your moans, but you just couldn’t help yourself.
you weren’t normally vocal in bed. you had no reason to be, not with others or when you got off on your own.
you couldn’t tell if it was satoru’s effect on you… or just the curse wearing you down.
everything felt contradictory, like it shouldn't make sense.
and yet… it did.
it felt wrong and right all at once, as if somehow, he was the only one meant to see you like this.
it just felt so good. so perfect.
you bit your lip, holding back a sob, trying to ignore the aching in your tummy temporarily ceased to make way to utter bliss as waves of pleasure wash over you.
his free hand lifted, fingers catching the edge of the cushion. he didn’t yank it away.. instead, he tugged it down slowly, giving you a chance to stop him.
but you didn't.
“you’re doing a terrible job of hiding from me, you know that?” he hummed, tossing the cushion somewhere behind him.
“such a messy girl..” he added, adoration oozing through his voice. the way your cunt refused to let go of his fingers was almost hypnotizing, his knuckles glistening in whatever light came through the curtains, covered in your wetness.
“better than your own?” he hummed.
though it may have come across as condescending in practice, there was a hint of concern underneath it. his tone softened just enough to reveal something more genuine beneath the usual teasing edge.
“t-toru… fuck,” you whined, tears already brimming at the corners of your eyes.
“yes! somuchbetter.” mewling as he continued to work your pussy open.
his smirk widened, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“you mean that?” he asked, tone playful, cocky, as if daring you to take it back.
he wasn’t going to let you live that down.
not ever.
“hmm… that good, huh?” he murmured, leaning just a little closer, thumbs brushing at your waist, letting you feel him, letting you know he knew exactly what he was doing.
“you sound way too easy to please, princess.”
“please. just. shut. up— hngh–!”
your complaints died in your throat, as an unexpected stretch pulled at you, sharp and delicious, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped.
satoru had added another digit.
“gojo—” you choked. “toru! w-wait—” writhing against his grip, mind going fuzzy.
without a second thought, his other arm wrapped around your thigh, hand slithering down with deliberate ease, thumb circling your clit with a quick light hand, making you arch into the couch. moans getting louder with each press and swipe.
“i take it you like it?” hummed, curling all three his fingers up against you, his fingers grazing a perfect spot inside you, vision going hazy as your pussy clenching desperately around his digits, refusing to let go.
“hah… easy…” he hummed, watching the way your body tensed under him.
there weren’t enough words in any dictionary to capture how overwhelming it all felt.
too urgent, yet the perfect pace.
like it had been building far longer than you’d like to admit. everything amplified beyond reason, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.
you needed this. needed him.
but still… it wasn’t enough. the aphrodisiac clawed at your senses, twisting every nerve into ache and frustration rather than pleasure.
“toru… please… i can’t—” you gasped, desperation lacing every word, trembling against him.
huh…
normally, this would have anyone else gasping and cumming in seconds, he was satoru gojo afterall.
this shit really was taking a number on you.
not that it mattered to gojo. he could keep up just fine.
“yeah… yeah.. of course you cant” he murmured underneath his breath. “you always this hard to handle?”
“j-just stop talking. so fucking—annoying.”
“annoying??” he huffed, warm breath ghosting your cunt.
“i’m hurt. thought you’d have something better for me than that princess.” a low purr escaped him as he brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring the evidence of you as his lips glided over them, tongue insistently circling around his digits, all while making eye contact with you.
every nerve in his body ached. he’d waited for this moment for so long. too long.
his thighs clenched underneath his slacks, his dick pressing up against his zipper, a painfully obvious bulge in his pants.
but he ignored it, for you.
the only thing on his mind was making you feel good. he could handle himself later; right now?
it was all about you.
the couch groaned beneath him as he leaned in, arms snaking around your thighs, yanking you down to his waiting face.
and without a second thought his plush lips latched onto your cunt. his tongue lapped up your juices, slipping in between your folds, eagerly exploring your velvet walls. “oh– satoru!”, you moaned, voice coming out cracked and quiet, eyes snapping shut in pleasure.
you choked on a sob as his tongue dipped lower, teasing your hole, completely drunk on how sweet you tasted. he fought back a smile as he practically made out with your pussy, working you open with his tongue before dragging upwards, tongue pressing flat onto your clit.
you sobbed again, hands flinging down to his messy white strands while he tucked his arms under your thighs.
tighter.
harder.
as if you were trying to run.
well… maybe because you were.
he lifted your hips to meet his mouth. your thighs trembled as your small whimpers filled up the room.
he was good at this. too fucking good.
you gasped, arching against him, brain melting into pure chaos.
tears brimmed at your water line as your body trembled, betraying just how far gone you were.
you tugged on his hair, some sort of signal that you were close. or so you thought.
your pussy pulsed under his tongue as he continued to lap at your hole. tongue swirling faster. the occasional digit plunging inside you over, and over, and over, juices coating his entire hand.
his cock achingly hard, pressing into the couch — the small friction relieving the ache in his pants.
you were certainly going to have a talk with him. about where the hell he learned all this, how he always gets it right, and why it feels like he knows your body better than you do…
you were so out of it, you hadn’t even realized he’d been speaking until a low, humming vibration shot through your body.
“good?” he murmured, muffled by your puffed up folds, reinforced by the soft slurp of him drinking you up.
when you finally forced your eyes open, satoru was already staring straight into you—bright blue eyes cutting through the dim room like he’d been waiting for this exact moment the entire time.
normally. such a sight would've made you cum immediately.
you had the strongest sorcerer on his knees… for you. every movement, every sound he drew from you, made your chest tighten, and your mind screamed at you: how the hell is this happening?
but the loudest thought pounding through your dazed brain was simple.
more.
your thighs began to quiver, hot tears of frustration spilling down your cheeks before you slapped your hands over your face—and out of his hair—letting out a frustrated groan.
your body didn’t wanna let you come.
it was the same thing over and over again: the pleasure built, warmth spreading, but no peak. it was never enough.
normally, crying in front of someone didn’t faze you—no one would believe them if they tried to say otherwise. so why did it feel different with satoru?
he noticed immediately, a wet pop breaking the quiet as he paused, wiping his face with his sleeve, leaving a dark mark on the navy fabric. his eyes met yours as he rose to his knees, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your flushed, trembling body.
“fuck… was it too much? i—”
“fuck me.”
he froze, eyes wide. “what?”
you sat up on your elbows, cheeks wet with tears, lips red from biting down on them so much.
it was so incredibly sexy.
“need your cock— toru. fuck me.”
he blinked once, them twice. “well, that escalated real fast..” he murmured. “you sure about that angel? or are you just talking all big again?”
“do it.”
“bold,” he chuckled under his breath. “but i didn’t hear a ‘please’,” a faint smirk forming. “try again, sweetheart.”
you groaned, hands gripping into the couch, brows furrowing.
“please.” you deadpanned.
“pretty please with a—”
“satoru!!”
he broke into a quiet laugh, clearly entertained, shoulders easing as he looked at you again. “alright, alright,” he murmured, still smiling. “you don’t have to shout.”
“where do you want it? here or—”
“—bed. now please.”
without another word, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly and placing you gently onto the mattress.
he leaned over you, slotting himself in between your legs caging you in completely, capturing your lips in a messy bruising kiss.
he pulled away from you, leaving you panting, that maddening, insufferable flutter in your stomach returning tenfold.
in one swift motion, he stripped off his uniform, tossing it somewhere across your room, revealing a chest and arms sculpted like they’d been carved from stone.
every muscle was defined, taut and powerful, a perfect balance of strength and sleekness. his shoulders were broad, his biceps solid yet flexible, his torso a masterclass in controlled power.
even the faint line of his abs beneath the pale skin hinted at raw endurance.
underneath all those fabrics, satoru gojo was full muscle. a sleeper build if you’d ever seen one.
he couldn’t help but let out a low, amused chuckle as you shamelessly ogled him, eyes wide and stomach twisting.
his gaze lingered on you as he exhaled a quiet chuckle.
“go ahead, princess. it’s all yours.”
you let out a small whimper, pushing yourself up onto your knees, hands instinctively finding his waistband.
your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the waistband, tugging slowly, deliberately. every motion was careful, teasingly slow, letting satoru see exactly how desperate you were, every second stretching out, electric with tension.
his eyes stayed locked on you, bright and sharp, a small smile tugging at his lips. the way he watched you… it made your pulse race even faster, stomach fluttering with anticipation.
after a shaky moment, you finally succeeded, the last piece sliding free under your fingers. you froze mid-motion.
“hello kitty… boxers…?”
your eyes widened, staring up at him.
“what? i have class.” he said, utterly unfazed.
you couldn’t believe you were about to fuck this idiot.
he hummed, interrupting your thought process. “hold on, let me go get something.”
you shot up instantly, grabbing his wrist. “what could you possibly need right now??”
“err… condoms?” he hummed, tilting his head innocently.
condoms.
“satoru. are you fucking serious?” you barked, frustrated and need overriding all rational thought.
“well… yes!” he huffed. “gotta be safe, princess.”
with a sharp tug on the waistband of his boxers, you pulled him forward, and suddenly he was hovering over you again, chest just above yours, a flash of surprise in his bright eyes.
“i’m on the pill,” you murmured, eyes glinting with unadulterated lust. “don’t worry about it.”
he paused for a moment, letting out a low hum. “god… you really are something.” he spoke, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
then, with a soft, deliberate movement, he pulled back slightly, settling on his knees and locking eyes with you—cocky, amused, and just a little surprised by how bold you were.
he dipped his thumbs into the corners of his boxers, tugging them down completely, his hardened cock coming up with a ‘thwack’ to his stomach.
it looked borderline painful… his tip was a crimson red, clear rivulets of precum dangling off, threatening to hit the sheets beneath.
the weight of it was unmistakable. large, thick, and traced with faint veins that made him feel even more…
big.
it was almost impossible to ignore—you couldn’t help but stare, eyes tracing every twitch, pulse, and everything in between. unsure if you should laugh at the absurdity or flat out cry...
he dipped back down over you, close enough that you could feel his breath fan across your skin, his cock sliding in between your folds, the tip occasionally nudging against your clit, a small squish each time he made contact.
“say the word,” he murmured. “and we stop.”
you shook your head almost immediately, breath uneven.
“does it look like i wanna stop?” wrapping your arms around his neck for support.
his brows lifted slightly, then relaxed as a small smile tugged at his lips.
“fair point. didn’t think you’d be this eager.” he murmured. “…but you tell me if that changes, alright?”
and with that, he lined himself up with your entrance, making your breath hitch in your throat. he tilts your chin up slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, eyes sharp with focus.
“eyes on me pretty.. it's a big stretch.”
he slowly pushes in, inch after inch, your pussy swallowing him entirely, the two of you choking up in unison as he bottomed out inside you.
he filled you up entirely. cunt already spasming around him, nails digging into his back leaving small red crescents.
he was so close you could feel every exhale, every uneven beat of his heart—like it was syncing with yours. and he felt it too.
“fuck—” he choked, voice rougher than before. “are you okay? can i move?”
“satoru.”
“alright, alright…” he huffed, a breath of a laugh slipping through. his forehead dipped closer to yours, lips brushing the air between you.
“so bratty…” he murmured. “maybe i should stop going easy on you.”
“oh please, like you—mmph!”
he silenced you with a hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you.
then another.
and another...
they started coming back to back, all perfectly timed.
and for a minute, neither of you said anything.
the only sounds were the occasional whine from you, a groan from him, and the soft smacks of his sack against the curve of your ass as he gradually sped up finding his rhythm, a white ring already forming around the base of his cock.
lewd thwaps bounced off the walls, filling up the room, his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unblinking, lips a breath away from your own.
a faint smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, his hand finding the flesh of your hip, voice low and teasing, tickling the shell of your ear.
“this what you needed?” he hummed, lengthy cock stirring up your insides. “hm? some dick—hah—just to make this pretty pussy feel better?”
“satoru—” a pathetic whine ripped through your throat as his mushroom tip grazed one of your sweet spots, picking up his pace, your tits bouncing upwards with each slam, digimon shirt covered in sweat and the smell of sex.
“shh, m’gonna take care of you baby, gonna take care of this pretty pussy, gonna feel so nice..” he hummed, teeth grazing your pulse point.
and unfortunately, you couldn’t deny it.
you felt every inch of him, every movement, and it was impossible to ignore. you always felt this way with him—like the world had narrowed down to nothing but heat and sparks. your vision danced, stars bursting behind your eyes, heart racing, completely undone.
he always made you feel good.
this time it was just with his dick.
your sopping cunt squeezed down on his cock, as if trying to milk him, simply refusing to let go each time he pulled back away from you.
he choked on a laugh, eyes flicking down at you, lips twitching with amusement. “s-so needy…” he murmured.
you tugged him down, just enough to bury your face in the crook of his neck.
he fucked you so good. almost too good.
you weren’t surprised, he was satoru gojo after all. your arms curled around him, clinging tighter, while your body pressed closer, desperate for every inch of contact you could get.
“been thinking about you for so fucking long.” he grunted, the slaps of his hips knocking into you, the force sending waves of shock throughout the meat of your ass. “always wanted you on my cock, to be mine—”
your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing into him instinctively, pushing him deeper inside you. every small movement pressed your bodies together, your arms clinging tight as you let out soft huffs of breathless laughter, face buried in the crook of his neck.
he let out a soft, almost pathetic whimper, chest rising rapidly. “fuck… feel what you do to me baby?” he hummed, pressing a large hand over your tummy, pressing down so that he could feel his cock inside you, drawing out pathetic syrupy moans from you.
his voice was rough. strained.
and just low enough to send shivers down your spine.
satoru was in heaven. the way you clamped down on him refusing to let go of him. the way his cock slid in an’ out of you with ease — a loud wet squelch echoing each time, length completely covered in your juices, the soft sheen of his cock blinding him every time he pulled out of you, just to slam back into you once more.
so wet… and so… nasty.
and all for him.
your mouth went slack, drool pooling at the corner, threatening to spill over. he couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh.
who knew that all you needed was a little bit of dick to act right?
every touch sent shivers down your spine, every stroke of his cock made your pussy flutter helplessly, the way his cock filled you up was so… perfect. his tip grazed every nook and cranny of your walls, a white froth coating your folds and dripping down his sack as they slammed into you.
it was all too much. your folds were puffy from hours of torture pleasure: his slender digits working you open, his tongue lapping up at your cunt like a man starved. and now. this. fucking you so good as if he was trying to imprint himself into every part of you.
you couldn’t even form a proper sentence, just blubbering and whining about how good he felt, how big he was. he pressed down on you further, pressing you into the mattress as he slammed into you, curving up right into your sweet spot.
“such a good girl.. so perfect for me…” he breathed out, eyes locked on you
“ngh!— satoru– pleaseplease–” you whined helplessly, lips finding his flesh, biting down softly to muffle your moans and cries.
“look at youuu…” he murmured, pressing a small kiss to your sweaty forehead.
“so fuckin’ cute. gonna cum all over my cock like the pretty little princess you are?” crooning, as if he wasn't drunk off you and you alone.
he let out an absurd laugh, sharp and breathless, like he couldn’t believe how much he was unraveling under you. “m’close already.. you’re giving me a bad rep here..”
he looked down at you, expecting some sort of answer—only to be met by a small glare, or at least what you were trying to manage. your eyes were hazy, brows scrunched up, and it was laughably pathetic, but in the best way.
he let out a soft huff of laughter.
“right… sorry,” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips at the fact his dick rendered you speechless.
“f-fuck— toru, m’close—” you whined, burying your face into him, squeezing your eyes shut.
he pulled back just enough to get a good look at your face, taking in the tremble of your lips, the warmth radiating from your cheeks, the sweat glistening off your skin…
so fucking pretty.
“don’t hide that pretty face from me, angel… i wanna see you,” he murmured, placing sloppy kisses along your neck and jaw.
you couldn’t help it—breath coming in short, uneven huffs, eyes locking onto his as if begging for more. your hands curled around his shoulders, clutching him tightly, legs instinctively wrapping closer, pushing him deeper into you.
he chuckled low and absurdly, leaning in so your faces were inches apart, breath mingling. “there you are… see? wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock.”
small, desperate whines escaped your lips, soft and almost helpless, and every tiny movement pressed you harder into him, “satoru—”
before you could react, he cut you off with a bruising kiss, noses knocking together, lips pressing hard and claiming, stealing your breath. your hands fisted against him, pulling him closer, while your legs instinctively curled around his waist, clinging like you couldn’t get enough.
he dragged his tongue from your bottom lip, down to your chin, before placing a sloppy kiss right below it. his hand slid down from your hip, his thumb carelessly found your clit — pressing hard firm circles making you cry out, his hips stuttering and becoming sloppy.
“…fuck… i love you, so perfect f'me” he gasped, voice raw and trembling, eyes locked on yours like he couldn’t look away.
the warmth in your stomach multiplied tenfold, spreading through every nerve and pulse.
“w-what?” you choked dumbly, voice trembling, before your body betrayed you and locked up, every muscle tightening as if it couldn’t handle him.
your orgasm had snuck up on you, hitting you like a truck.
your pussy spasmed helplessly as your lips pressed into a thin line, eyes crossing into each other as all the air got knocked into your lungs, toes curling uselessly in the air.
“that’s ittt...” he purred, smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you shiver, rolling his hips against yours.
soon enough, his own orgasm came rushing up on him, choking on a soft gasp as thick hot rivulets of his seed spilled out inside you.
rocking his hips back and forth, slow and controlled, pubic bone crushing down on you, burying his cock as deep as it can go.
his body locked up over you, thick white ropes still spilling out inside you, his balls clenching until they completely emptied out inside of you.
you slowly regained your senses, breath heaving, the warmth in your tummy slowly dying.
for a quiet moment, the two of you just stayed there, hearts racing in unison. he pulled out of you slowly, thick warmth slowly rolling out from your cunt.
he practically collapsed on top of you for a brief second before rolling onto his back, pulling you with him as he leaned back against the headboard, instinctively settling you on top of him. your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath you..
his hand reached for a nearby throw blanket, careful not to move you too much, dragging it up and over the two of you, covering you both as he settled you against his side.
as your chest rose and fell against his, his touch lingering in your hair, soft and grounding
he let out a small cough.
“did it work?” brow quirking as he glanced down at you.
“uh-huhh,” you croaked out, chest still rising and falling fast, eyes still hazy and utterly exhausted.
another quiet minute passed, him absently stroking your face and tracing lazy patterns along your back.
“i got you mochi,” he spoke softly, his gentle caresses not ceasing.
you lifted your head from his chest like a newborn just learning how to use their motor skills for the first time.
“you did…?”
“mhm… thought it'd make you feel better.. though it might have melted. you didn’t give me a chance to put it in the freezer.” he added with a small chuckle.
“i hate you…” you groaned, plopping your head back onto his chest.
“don’t think you’re off the hook, satoru.” you slurred, poking his cheek lightly.
“wouldn’t dream of it, princess,” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips, thumb idly tracing along your arm.
“soooo..” he began, brimming with way too much energy for what he just put you through, practically vibrating on the spot. “this means you'll go on a date with me right?”
you blinked up at him, lazy and teasing, then simply patted his cheek.
“don't make it weird.” you hummed, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“i didn't even get to say anything weird..” he pouted incredulously.
“don't have to.”
“date me. please.”
“you seriously are so annoying.”
“considering we just had sex, i can't possibly be that annoying.”
...
with a roll of your eyes, you pressed a small, fleeting kiss to his cheek. the soft press of your lips lingered longer than you intended.
despite your gruff exterior, your heart was pounding in your chest, betraying just how flustered you actually were.
“fine. only one,” you muttered, trying to sound indifferent, though it was clearly a lie.
he blinked, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glinting with amusement. “hm… i’ll take it,” he said, voice low and playful, tugging you a little closer as if to savor the moment.
he leaned in close, whispering conspiratorially, “you know, one of these days, i’m gonna get you to confess your undying love for me.”
your breath choked up — “dont get greedy.” you huffed before laying back down against him, your cheek squishing against his bare chest.
he pulled you closer, fingers lazily tickling your back.
you were perfect.
absolutely perfect.
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overview: frat!gojo has been a thorn in your side since freshman year. hooking up was supposed to make him finally lose interest and set his sights elsewhere. but unfortunately for you, that plan backfired. disastrously.
cw: mdni, fratjo x sorority president reader, womanizer/maneater, smut (act shocked everyone), both are switches, he’s mouthy asf, exhibitionism, sex in library, edging/denial, thigh job, unprotected sex, very light sacrilege, fluff if you squint hard enough, 3.7K words
first satoru fic, please go easy on me! art by @/thatsallitchief
frat bros always lose interest after sex.
the saying is hammered into women’s heads like an incessant mantra before they even consider entering the dating scene during their college years.
it was to be rehearsed like the composition of a play. the mastery of each page and stage cue vital…lest they wanted to get their hearts broken by expecting a lifetime from a guy who could only last 30 seconds at best.
and with each recital of this grand play, women were directed that these rowdy, immature college men would act out their parts the exact same way every time.
chase, catch, fuck, then cut you loose so they could move on to the next.
so why the hell is satoru gojo not following the script?
you’ve been shutting down his advances since that first day of orientation, not because you weren’t attracted to him—it was hard not to be—but men who knew they were handsome were usually revoltingly arrogant. this definitely applied to him too.
the first time he approached you, he flashed that dazzling smile and those gorgeous baby blues as he asked you for directions to a lecture hall. one you now know doesn’t even exist.
it was your first day too, but always one to lend a helping hand, your eyes scanned the length of the map you'd printed, searching for the room, and becoming increasingly worried when you couldn’t find it. with your head still bent, you froze when you felt a feather-light touch pass over your skin. your eyes lifted as he fixed a stray strand of hair back in place, murmuring that it would be better if the two of you went to “look” for it instead.
you stared at each other for a long time before it dawned on you. and ever since you slapped his hand away, hair smacking his face as you made an about turn and stormed off, the man has been hot on your heels like a desperate puppy.
you had a good run of making him beg at your feet and offering nothing in return, but by the time it got to senior year, you decided to put him out of his misery. he gave you that megawatt grin when you walked over to him at a random house party and whatever flirtatious quip that was about to pass through his lips was silenced when you pressed yours against them. satoru froze under you, then shuddered as a moan— which you later pulled out in higher pitch—slipped out.
that night was…enjoyable. you were pleasantly surprised that he actually picked up a few things from all his hookups seeing that the man had more notches in his bedpost than you ever cared to count. then again, you couldn't exactly judge because whatever the staggering figure amounted to, you knew you weren’t all that far behind either.
you used sex as a vice to combat the truckload of pressure your demanding degree and being the president of your sorority put you under. it wasn’t healthy by any means, but it worked when you needed it to.
satoru’s reasons for sleeping his way through half of greek row were unknown to you, but you reasoned that with how much he got around, he would at least know how to conduct himself after the deed.
he should have known that trying to cuddle you afterwards, having breakfast delivered to your sorority the morning of, even after you kicked him out, and sending batches of flowers every other week was a no-go.
at first, you kind of found it funny that he was so intent on pretending he liked you, but after he scared away the fourth man you were trying to destress with, every drop of amusement you thought you were feeling dried up like the sahara.
dry. yes, that’s one way to put what you’ve been going through for the last six months.
men who used to flock to you now stared like deer caught in headlights, then they would glance over your shoulder, eyes comically widening before making some lame excuse and fleeing. and every single time you turned, you’d be met with that evil blue-eyed cockblock, whose heavy-set scowl quickly morphed into a smile at having your attention once more.
annoyance and sexual frustration are a mismatched cocktail that clouded your temperament and made you moodier by the day. your replies to some pledges were a little more curt than they should have been, just shy of snapping. and when it got so bad your friends had to sit you down for a talk, you were horrified to find a brand-new vibrator lying on your bed the day after you came clean. the horror hardly stopped you from using it right away, but it did escalate when you realised the toy didn’t do much to help.
you needed the warm press of a body against you, hands to roam over your form and lips so sinful they’d make you dizzyingly desperate as they showered you with kisses. you needed—
your head shakes to dispel the thought that threatened to creep up. a suspiciously satoru gojo shaped outline started to form in your mind’s eye. what you need is to focus. you only have a paragraph left of the assignment that has been making you run around in circles, so you would throw yourself into it to keep distracted.
sitting in your usual secluded spot in the library, you find comfort in the fact that no one ever came this far.
“oh, there you are.”
and you spoke too soon.
“go away gojo. i’m trying to study.”
said man only falls into the chair next to you with an exasperated huff, long legs stretching out far in front of him as he reclined, “baby, you sound like one of my frat brothers when you use my surname. i told you to call me satoru.”
“and i told you not to call me baby, so i guess we both can’t get what we want.”
a deep chuckle graces your ears as your fingers fly over the keyboard and your traitorous eyes steal a glance at him.
seeing him dressed in a white fitted tee stretched tight over lean muscles and dark sweatpants only solidifies how much you hate when men know they're hot. satrou definitely knew, and the black baseball cap he has on backwards, with tufts of platinum blonde hair messily peeking out, only serves to make you angrier.
“i don’t have time for your shit today. i’m trying to finish my assignment,” you grumble once you’ve managed to force your eyes away from him and back to your laptop’s harsh screen.
“i don’t remember you owning the library. i’m here to study too.”
the laugh that erupts from you is purely accidental, and before you can say you don’t believe him, he pulls out a small notebook and pencil from god knows where. you’re glaring at the side of his head as he begins writing, doodling really, and accepting you won’t be able to get rid of him that easily, you go back to your work.
surprisingly, you’re able to finish the rest of your assignment with little to no interruptions from the usually chatty man beside you.
it shocked you enough to make you glance over at him again and when you do, you realise his book isn’t a notebook at all. it’s more like a sketch pad, weathered with age and frequent use, and the longer you take in the drawing he shaded over one of the wilted pages, the more it begins to look like you.
the sight of the portrait, the casual reverence and admiration behind it, somehow perfectly drawn from memory as he didn’t look over at you once while making it, are enough to make you break the silence.
“what are you doing?”
finally, oceanic eyes meet yours, then they drift down to his book when he sees your attention there. satoru smirks, turning the page towards you.
“drawing you. ‘s not as pretty as you, but i’m still learning.”
your lip purses, “no, i mean, what are you really doing? you’ve been at this for four years already, surely you’re getting bored with this game?”
powdery white brows furrow, “game?”
“following me around, sending flowers every week, chasing away every guy who shows interest in me, pretending to like me, all of it.”
“i’m not pretending to do anything. i do like you.”
you don’t like the pressure that bubbles in your chest at how earnest he sounds, so you scoff, hoping it would will it to dissipate.
“no you don’t.”
an emotion you can’t make sense of settles over satoru’s face, and it makes him look the most serious you’ve ever seen him.
“look, you don’t have to accept my feelings, but you sure as hell don’t get to invalidate them and tell me they aren’t there either.”
you blink at him, and he turns from you, for the first time seeming angry at you. the man took your public rejections on the chin. sometimes, he would flush a deep shade of red, but he would be back at it again days later. this time, however, feels different. feels like you might have actually hurt him.
not knowing what to say, you just go back to your work. you’re halfway through editing when your phone rings and since, present company excluded, no one else was around, you answer it.
“don’t kill me,” is the first thing yuki says, and you know you aren’t going to like what comes next.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up straighter in your seat, and satoru shoots you a passing look.
“the legacy, the one we dropped from rush? yeah, she reported us to the dean.”
“what? why?”
“she said we were singling her out and hazing her.”
“oh bullshit!” the man beside you snickers at your curse, so you reel it in a little. “she was bad mouthing all the other pledges because she thought she had a spot guaranteed.”
“i know.”
“we cant have girls like that around.” the words are half-whispered, half gritted out.
“i know.”
“today just keeps going from bad to worse.”
“even with me here to cheer you up, babe?” satoru says that a little too loudly, and you make the mistake of pinching his thigh, which only makes him yelp louder.
there’s a beat. then…
“you’re with gojo, aren’t you?” the smile in yuki’s voice is unmistakable, and it makes your eyes narrow.
“no,” you deflected, “we’ll deal with this later. I’m still busy.”
“yeah, i bet you are.” you end the call with yuki’s witch-like cackle sounding over the phone. you set it down with a little more force than necessary, fingers going into your hair to tug at it.
satoru’s cool hand covers yours, and he pulls it out from between the mussed tresses.
“what’s up with you? you’ve been pulling at your hair a lot recently. keep it up and you’ll be balding before you know it.”
you mean to tell him that he, among other things, is the one causing you all this distress, but the words falter when his thumb strokes over your inner wrist. you barely stifle a shiver, but of course, satoru notices the poor attempt.
saying you were touch-starved would be the understatement of the century.
and never one to let things be, his lips curled into a knowing smirk. “oh,” his eyes remain fixated on your face, all while you avoid eye contact like your life depends on it. “I see.”
“you see nothing,” you spat a little too quickly for it to be convincing, and his chuckle tells you as much.
“you’re a little pent up, huh, baby?”
you hated him, and you hated yourself more for not pulling away when his slender fingers laced between yours.
“it’s your fault.”
the sneer billowed out as naturally as all your other snarks did these days. with no outlet, everything was being bottled up inside of you, trapped in the gas chamber that was your repressed body, and the heavy metallic door rattled as more toxins angrily rolled about with no place to go. inflating like it would explode sooner or later.
satoru nods with faux empathy as he moves your joined hands to rest on your lap, then he murmurs, “want me to make it better?”
no.
absolutely not. hooking up with him is what caused this in the first place. if you took it there again, who knows what else his infatuation may make him do? or god forbid if your steadily crumbling defences fully delude you into thinking he was being sincere.
a finger grazes over the denim of your jeans, so suasive it may as well been on your bare skin, and your brain short-circuits. the touch isn’t sexual in the slightest; it’s only done to bring you back to the present, bring you back to him, but the effect it has on you is still tragic.
“or do you want me to stop?” he finishes in his huskily melodic voice, blue eyes boring into you so intensely, it’s like they were promising to pull you under their brimming waves and lure you into their endless depths.
you take too long to answer, so satoru’s hand loosens in your grip, about to draw back until you clamp your thighs around it and squeeze. your sharp nails cut into him, trying to tell him through the bite of pain what your lips couldn’t seem to form.
he tilts his head at you, and the small pieces of his hair sticking out follow the moment. satoru waits until he sees the imperceptible shake of your head, and only then does he allow his hand to leave your clutches. it slithers to the crotch of your jeans, easily spanning over it as he cups your cunt with a low groan.
“missed her so fucking much.” the words are snarled out behind clenched teeth, then his mouth covers yours.
your hips buck into his hand, worried about someone walking up to this level of the library, but not enough to make him stop. your teeth skim over the glossy softness of his lips before biting down, and he lets out a wrecked sound that you swallow whole.
nimble fingers don’t even bother to unbutton your jeans as they slide right past the waistband and into underwear. they tease over your fluttering clit, and once again, your thighs close around his hand like a vice.
the sound you make is a little loud, even to your ears, and satoru leaves pecks around your jaw until he gets to the shell of your ear.
“shhh, you need to keep it down, baby.”
he sounds so satisfied with himself that it has you desperate to make him eat the words. so, your hand skates over his muscled thighs, nails brushing a barely there touch over his erection.
“fuck, yes.” the croaked curse makes you deliver a soft slap to the length, more of a pat, but it makes his body jerk nonetheless and his chair scrapes across the floor with the movement.
“you keep it down,” you retort as you pull his waistband back enough to let his cock bop out and smack against his abdomen.
“always need to make it a competition, don’t you?” satoru goes to kiss you, but you turn at the last second, letting his lips land on your cheek, and unfazed, his tongue peeks out to lick a wet line up its smoothness. sometimes he really did act like a mutt.
“hardly a competition if i win every time.”
an amused huff is breathed against your skin, “we’ll see.”
that’s the only warning you get before long fingers plunge into your cunt. and a gasp escapes as slick wetness makes their entry effortless, but your walls spasm around them regardless. you recline in your chair, pleased hum escaping as your hand wraps around his thick girth to repay him.
“tighter,” satoru pleas as his free hand covers your smaller one and pumps over his cock harder. your grip loosens, thumb passing over the flushed tip, and he pulses hard. it felt like you were punishing him, and maybe you were because he knew what was missing.
thankfully, he has never been above begging, especially when it came to you, so the words tumbled out easily, “please, baby,” his hips lift as he thrusts himself into your hand and pushes his fingers deeper in your cunt. “need you. please?”
could anyone refuse him when he sounded so beautifully broken? you certainly couldn’t. hand tightening around him, your own hips unabashedly buck up as you grind your clit onto his palm.
teeth catch your lower lip when pleasure shoots up your spine, and you’re too busy glancing down the hallway to make sure you don’t miss someone coming by, you don’t notice his other hand sneaking under your shirt until it’s too late.
hands that were usually languid grow hurried as he paws at your tit over the thick material of your bra, and you feel each squeeze as a resounding pull deep in your pussy. you’re forced to cover your mouth to stifle the sound you make as you cum all over his dexterous fingers.
“there’s my pretty girl. go on, make a mess.”
more creamy beads of precum spill over your fingers as satoru chases his own release, and by how growly he sounded, you reckon he isn’t too far away. but, no, you couldn’t have him cumming early and nosily whining with overstimulation as you stroked him to get hard again. you needed to be quiet, so you had no choice but to let go of the weeping length.
“shit—don’t stop.” he begs but it’s too late as you pull his hand out of your jeans and stand up. and even though your body instantly misses the warmth of his, you back away from him and walk closer to the stacks.
satoru’s eyes turn glacial as he watches you, irises cooling to freezing temp as he rises from his chair with fluid swiftness that would have been alarming if you didn’t get wetter with each step he took closer.
he corners you between the darker shelves and hands come up to rest at the sides of your head as he braces himself.
“you enjoy getting a rise out of me, don’t you?”
you take stock of him, and linger a little too long on how his dick strains in sweatpants that do nothing to hide it.
“only fair with the emotional warfare you’ve been putting me through all these years.”
he backs you into the hard wooden surface of the bookcase behind you, name coming out in a probing croon as his nose brushes over yours.
“you and i both know that if you really wanted me gone, it wouldn’t take much.” his hair tickles the tops of your cheeks as he gets impossibly closer. “you’d only have to say the words, and you never have.”
you bristle, something akin to embarrassment heating your cheeks as his arm curls around you. satrou draws you to him, minty breaths hot and coaxing as they puff over your lips, and the only reason you don’t kiss him is because you refuse to prove him right.
“so why don’t you say it, huh?”
there’s a bite of anger in his tone as his arm grows taut around you, and his body is so tense it feels more like you’re pressed against a brick wall.
“say you want me gone, and i’ll leave.”
your thighs clench. breasts pushing out against his chest as the threat forgoes your ears and shoots straight down instead. you refused to dwell on why his words were turning you on so much, because it would mean you would have to accept being just as much of a deviant as he was.
“do you want to leave?” you probe instead of answering the question, and his lip curls into a deep frown.
hands grope your hips, turning you around to press you against the tall bookcase, and your breath comes out in a surprised huff when his cock nudges your ass.
he grinds into you, “no, and until you can give me a definitive answer, you’re stuck with me.”
oh the horror.
your hands rest against the shelves to steady yourself as his fingers make quick work of unzipping your jeans and he pushes them down, just past the curve of your ass. your panties are still on and they stick to your soaked pussy as he moves behind you.
the slimy trail his leaking tip leaves over your skin makes your breath hitch and you still don't catch it as he slots himself between your thighs, thick length dragging teasingly along your clothed clit.
“oh my god,” you moan as his mushroom tip snags over the twitchy bud, hips trying to back into him but failing as he grips them tighter to keep you still.
“uh—uh, don’t bring him up when he's not the one making you feel this good. say my name.”
your mouth hangs open, and his name comes out in a soft pant as so much wetness pools out of you and coats your thighs, he might as well be in a slip and slide. satoru moans against your dewy skin, hips becoming shaky, and arms banded around you like steel.
it takes a lot, but he forces himself to draw back and roll the ruined lace fabric of your panties down over your ass. a breath turns into a squeal as he drives into you. your back bows in a deep arch that he meets with the smothering hardness of his body, blabbering at how tight your pussy clenches around him.
satoru pulses hard inside your heat, one hand kneading your covered breast and the other groping the fleshy globes of your ass a little too roughly. his choppy breaths fall over your skin, forcing goosebumps to prick to the surface and fuck if all of it doesn’t spur you closer to the edge again.
“close,” you warn with something resembling a hiccup fused in the word.
“me too,” he rasps with his face buried in the plush curve of your neck and you feel him kiss along your skin before he comes up for air. “can i cum?”
he’s asking for permission? oh fuck, you were done for. you nod a little frantically as your own body seizes up.
“mhm, i-inside.”
satoru whimpers before his sharp teeth bite down on your neck in an effort to keep quite and moments later, warmth spreads low in your belly. he spills every drop of his cum, and makes sure to push it deeper with a shuttering snap of his hips when it tries to drip out.
you’re still breathless when he pulls out of you, and he quickly hikes your panties up to keep as much of his seed inside. jeans are hauled to their rightful place, and you hear him shuffling behind you as he fixes himself too.
turning to face him, you feel a glimmer of pride at the light sheen of sweat beading over his skin, and he readjusts his cap as his eyes look you up and down. then hesitantly, almost shyly, he leans in to give you a chaste kiss.
it lingers for a while, and just this once, you allow it.
satoru pulls away to meet your eyes again, and just when you thought he couldn’t shock you anymore, he says the last thing you were expecting.
“let me take you on a date.”
you think you misheard him, but when he repeats himself, you’re at a loss. your lips part to make up an excuse, but he shakes his head to stop you.
“one date. and if you don’t like it, i won’t ask again.”
relationships and dating weren’t your thing. you never had the time or the capacity to deal with all its complexities. and surely people grew bored of each other after the first couple months doing the same thing over and over again?
sex has always been the only exciting part of it.
and yet, satoru’s cool blue eyes peering down and brimming with playfulness and warmth, promised that you’d never get bored with him. and perhaps on days that the spark dimmed due to familiarity or routine, the strength of his resolve in his pursuit of making you his would curb you over whatever doubts you had.
“fine.”
and the man smiled like he had just won the lottery. he could work with that.
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 had said it offhand one evening, sprawled across the couch with his head in your lap while you idly ran fingers through his white hair. “y’know,” he’d murmured, eyes closed behind his blindfold, a lazy smirk on his lips. “i wouldn’t mind it. waking up to that. to you. already on me. best alarm clock in the world.” he’d nuzzled into your thigh, sighing contentedly. “just don’t expect me to be coherent. might just fuck you back to sleep.”
the idea had taken root, a secret little fantasy that bloomed in the dark of his bedroom weeks later.
he sleeps like the dead—a boneless, glorious sprawl across the king-sized mattress, having claimed seventy percent of it as his divine right. one arm is flung over his head, the other curled loosely near his pillow.
the thin black blindfold is askew, revealing a sliver of pale eyelid and long white lashes. his lips are slightly parted, breathing deep and even. the sheet is tangled low around his hips, doing nothing to hide the impressive outline of his cock, already half-hard against his thigh even in the depths of sleep.
you slip from your side of the bed, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin, but the heat radiating from him is a palpable force. you slide under the sheet, the scent of him enveloping you—clean cotton, his expensive sandalwood soap, and something uniquely satoru: ozone and limitless potential and man.
you nuzzle his inner thigh first, feeling the coarse, white hair, the solid muscle beneath. his skin is fever-warm. you press an open-mouthed kiss there, and his leg twitches, a soft, sleepy sigh escaping him. “nnngh…”
emboldened, you shift, your breath ghosting over his length. it stirs against his stomach, thickening almost imperceptibly. you don’t use your hands, just your mouth, leaning in to lick a slow, flat stripe from base to tip.
a low, rumbling hum vibrates in his chest, but his eyes remain shut, his breathing deepening. he’s still under, lost in whatever dreams the strongest sorcerer allows himself.
you take him into your mouth slowly, savoring the weight, the silken skin over iron-hard core. your lips stretch around his girth, and you suck gently, hollowing your cheeks. pre-cum beads instantly at the slit, a bitter-sweet tang on your tongue. you work him with deliberate, languid pulls, one hand finally coming up to cradle his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm.
his reactions are purely somatic, unfiltered by consciousness. his hips give a minute, rocking thrust upwards, seeking more depth. a soft, broken whimper escapes his parted lips—a sound of pure, helpless pleasure. “nngh…”
his brow furrows slightly, not in distress, but in intense feeling. his fingers, resting near his pillow, curl into the sheet. you suck harder, adding a twist of your tongue along the frenulum, and his whole abdomen tightens, those perfect abs clenching. another whimper, higher this time, almost a plea. a string of incoherent, sleepy mumbles follows: “…feels… good… good— please…”
you lose yourself in the rhythm, in the power of him completely surrendered to sensation. saliva drips down, making a wet patch on the sheet beneath him. you bob your head, taking him deeper until he nudges the back of your throat, and he moans openly in his sleep, a deep, ragged sound that goes straight to your own core. his cock is fully erect now, pulsing in your mouth, leaking steadily. you can feel the tension coiling in his thighs, the telltale sign of his approaching peak even in slumber.
but you don’t let him finish. not like this.
you pull off with a final, obscene pop, leaving him glistening and twitching in the cool air. he makes a noise of protest, a lost, needy grunt, his hips searching for the vanished heat. you climb his body, knees settling on either side of his narrow hips. your own arousal is a slick, aching mess, and you grind it against him, coating his length with your wetness, dragging your swollen clit over the throbbing vein on the underside.
still, he sleeps, but his body is taut, strung like a bow. you position him, notching his broad head against your entrance. you sink down, an inch, then two, a slow, burning stretch that makes you gasp. his unconscious mind responds instantly; his hands, which had been lying limp, fly to your hips, big palms slapping against your skin with a sound that echoes in the quiet room. his grip is instinctive, possessive, holding you in place as you impale yourself further.
“wha—?” his voice is a gravelly rasp, thick with disorientation. his head turns on the pillow, the blindfold slipping completely off. those limitless blue eyes blink open, hazy and unfocused, pupils blown wide in the dark. he stares up at you, confusion and sleep warring with the overwhelming physical sensation. “...baby…?”
you bottom out, sheathing him completely inside you, and his eyes roll back for a second, a long, drawn-out moan tearing from his throat. “f-fuck. fuck.” he’s awake, but barely—brain still fogged, body operating on pure, raw instinct. his hands tighten on your hips, unsure if he’s dreaming. “a-are you—”
“you said you wouldn’t mind,” you whisper, beginning to move, a slow, rocking grind that makes him see stars.
comprehension dawns slowly, beautifully. his confused frown melts into a dazed, blissed-out smile. “oh. o-oh, hell yeah i did.” his hips jerk up to meet your next downward stroke, and he moans again, deep and satisfied.
“keep going… d-don’t stop… s’perfect.” he’s fully hard, fully inside you, and now fully invested, though his movements are languid, syrupy with sleep. he thrusts up in time with your rolls, his strength undeniable even half-conscious. one hand slides from your hip to your ass, kneading the flesh, urging you faster.
“woke up to heaven,” he slurs, eyes drifting shut again, not in sleep, but in overwhelmed pleasure. “knew it was you… o-only you feel this good, baby— fuckfuckfuck—” his other hand finds your breast, thumb rubbing lazy circles over your nipple.
every sound he makes is a sleepy, turned-on groan—each drive of his cock into your wet heat pulling another one from his chest. he’s pliant, eager, utterly into it, letting you use him for your pleasure while he drowns in his. his earlier whimpers have transformed into continuous, low moans of “yes” and “right there” and your name, breathed like a prayer.
you ride him harder, chasing your own climax, the slap of skin filling the room. he meets every bounce, his abs flexing, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his chest. just as you tense, about to fall, his eyes snap open, clear and blazing with sudden, awake intensity. he flips you over in one fluid motion, pinning you beneath him, never slipping out.
“my turn,” he growls, no trace of sleep left, only feral, devoted hunger. and he fucks you awake properly, proving that some wishes are best granted in the deepest, most intimate parts of the night.
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend, satoru, decides to spice things up in the bedroom by inviting his best friend, suguru, to share you.
tags \\ warnings. olderbf!gojo satoru x female reader x bestfriend!suguru geto. pwp. smut. age gaps (reader early to mid 20’s—satoru and suguru early to mid 30's). threesome. ōral (f receiving). squīrting. fīngering. cērvix fûcking. implied double pēnetration. creāmpie. slight brēedıng kink. anal. dacryphilia. breast play. nicknames: ‘doll, princess, little girl, angel’. not proofread :: wc: 4.7k
you had absolutely no clue that being sandwiched between two men would feel this heavenly.
the concept of a threesome was a topic you haven’t really thought about. so when satoru suggested it—carefully so—you didn’t really know what to think of it at first. you and your boyfriend eventually agreed, making sure both of you are comfortable with the idea.
you’ve met satoru’s best friend, suguru, a few times before. a handsome man in his thirties, respectful and charming. to you he seemed absolutely calm headed and polite. you didn’t think he’d be in on sharing your bed.
but a couple drinks in on a saturday night and you realise just how wrong you were. the man is an absolute freak in the sheets.
“told ya she’d love it,” satoru grins as he leans back against the pillows, one hand wrapped around his dick. the wet sounds of him thrusting up into his fist mix with your sinful moans.
suguru hums in response. the pad of his thumb is circling your clit while his fingers are delving into your bare cunt. he curls them just right, hitting that spot inside you that makes you tighten up. “she’s responsive, yeah,” he notes. his heavy-lidded eyes flicker up to your face to gauge your reactions.
the dark-haired man can’t lie to himself; you’ve been on his mind ever since satoru had introduced you to each other. he knows it’s wrong to think about his best friend’s girlfriend like that, but goddamn.
satoru’s one lucky bastard to have you. and now suguru can finally share that luck for once—share his pretty, young girlfriend for the night.
your lover watches on, panting as he squeezes the base of his dick while you’re getting fingered by his most trusted friend. watching you writhe around on the bed and make all kinds of pretty noises is enough for him to get off.
other boyfriends would probably die before they’d let their girlfriend be touched inappropriately by their homeboy, but it only turns satoru on more.
“she’s so fuckin’ wet,” satoru groans. his hand strokes his aching dick in time with the thrusts of suguru’s fingers in and out of your pussy. you’re dripping everywhere on his best friend’s hand. so utterly shameless.
your boyfriend leans over you, making you glance up at him through your blurry vision. “‘toru,” you moan pathetically, mind hazy with pure desire.
satoru pouts down at you in an almost mocking and condescending way. “what is it, princess?” he coos, his free hand brushing the strands of hair from your face, “still moanin’ my name while your cunt is stuffed with another man’s fingers, hm? how cute.”
you lean into his touch out of instinct. you were going to respond, but suguru makes his move first. you gasp as you feel him lower his head down between your legs—getting straight to business.
“wha—! suguuu,” you whine. his fingers are still plunging in and out of your tight hole, but it’s his tongue that joins in. he drags it across your clit, loudly slurping around the bundle of nerves on purpose.
the nickname leaving your lips so beautifully makes suguru groan against your pussy. he seals his mouth around your clitoris before sucking hard, his eyes shut tight to savor your taste.
“mmh, yeah, call out to me just like that,” he groans.
suguru quickly flicks his tongue all over, making a show of eating your pussy like it’s a feast. you can only grab onto his long, black hair, messing up the neat strands. “shit! sugu, ‘nngh, right there. feels so goooood,” you sob, teeth clenched as you try your best not to cum so early.
satoru’s on the same page as you—his dick twitching in the palm of his hand. he’s unbelievably hard as he watches the way his best friend has your legs shaking and your pussy dripping everywhere. “fuckk,” he bites his lower lip and his strokes get faster, chasing that sweet release.
“y’re really going at it, man,” satoru chuckles roughly through shaky breaths.
suguru gives him a smirk in-between licks, his adam apple working overtime as it bobs with each swallow, drowning in your sweet juices.
“hah. if i knew she would taste this good. . .” he smacks his lips before circling your entrance with the tip of his tongue, “i would’ve asked you to share her with me sooner.”
satoru rolls his eyes at that comment before turning to face you again. “did’ya hear that? he’s a real fuckin’ freak,” he scoffs before leaning down to lick the drool leaking from your lips.
you can barely respond in proper words. “y-yea—oh!” you let out a particularly high pitched moan when suguru’s long fingers scissor inside of your cunt, curling just right to hit that sweet spot.
he’s experienced—you’re sure of it. no inexperienced man can pleasure a woman like this.
satoru frowns as he realises you’re barely even giving him any attention. “oi, tone it down. poor little girl can barely think,” he huffs before pressing teasing kisses to your lips, “c’mon. focus on me, pretty.”
those words only spur suguru on to double his effort. he takes out his drenched fingers before focusing them on your clit, pinching the little nub between his forefinger and thumb which sends jolts of pleasurable pain through your body.
“no, no, no—cummin’,” you gasp out without warning. your body shakes hard and your back arches sharply off the mattress, toes curling as you reach your orgasm.
satoru looks back down between your thighs when he hears a surprised grunt from the other man, eyes wide. you’re squirting all over him, streams of translucent liquid gushing out, spurting over his face.
“fuckin’ hell,” your partner mumbles and he has to stop himself from cumming right along with you at the erotic sight. “you really got her squirtin’. . .” he mumbles.
suguru regains composure after the pleasant surprise, humming in satisfaction as he laps up every drop you released. “mmhm. delicious,” he sighs and even licks his fingers off to savor everything.
he pulls back, sitting on his knees between your legs. his chest is heaving, the sweaty skin of his pecs showing through his unbuttoned blouse. the lower half of his face is drenched in your juices
“guess you gotta try harder. . . ” suguru challenges his best friend, deciding to push and prod a bit further, “or you might lose her.”
satoru stops what he’s doing. a muscle in his jaw clenches before he lets out a laugh. “ohh?” he tilts his head at the other man before glancing down at you with an all-knowing smirk.
“you’re on.”
before you can even recover from your orgasm, you feel satoru’s lips crash against yours in a deep kiss. he’s dominating you with it, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. his tongue sweeps into your mouth to roll against yours once you let out a sweet gasp.
“hold on to me,” your boyfriend mumbles against your glossy lips. your arms instinctively encircle his neck. he takes the opportunity to haul you up and turn you both over.
satoru pulls back, panting. you’re still trembling from your climax and it only makes him want to take it further—to outdo suguru. he can’t let his friend pleasure you better.
you’re his girl, despite this entire situation.
“hips up, c’mon,” satoru hisses. your ass is nestled perfectly against his fat dick and he can’t wait to fuck it right up your cunt. a sharp smack to your plump rear snaps you out of your daze and makes you comply.
you lifts your hips up, your hands resting on satoru’s bare chest. you try to line up his erection with your dripping cunt. you’re still shaking slightly which makes it difficult.
suguru notices almost immediately. he licks the remnants of your ambroisa from his lips—a taste of heaven he will never forget—before inching closer.
“eaaasy,” his voice is like silk as his veiny hands settle on your waist. the dark-haired man holds you steady, his chest pressed against your back in an almost intimate hold, “there we go, sweetheart,” he murmurs right in your ear.
“focus on me,” suguru purrs as his hands wander up. his rough palms, ones befitting of a strong man, come up to cup the undersides of your breasts. “let him fill you up while i play with this perfect pair,” he adds with a flick to your sensitive nipples.
he swallows thickly at the weight of your breasts in his palms. his mind is making up images of his dick sliding between them, fucking the plump mounds only to cum all over your face.
—his erection is begging to be freed from his trousers at this point.
though the soft touch on your tits does help you relax in a way. the kneading motions are almost hypnotic, taking away the focus on the cock you’re about to take.
satoru takes his chance and manages to notch his pink and leaking tip right at your little opening. “keep her distracted like that—shit,” he hisses the moment your tight pussy slowly envelops his girth. inch after excruciating inch of his dick.
you gasp at the stretch. “so big, ‘toru,” your eyes roll back and you barely manage to keep your body up straight. no matter how many times you’ve had sex with your boyfriend, the feeling of his dick entering your cunt is never going to get old.
satoru smirks up at you, beads of sweat already starting to form on his forehead from the feeling your cunt clamping down on his shaft. “yeah, it is, isn’t it?”
you nod eagerly. your pussy lips bloom around his dick, making way until he’s nearly all the way in. to help you take in the last inches, the older man’s hips surge up to smack against your ass.
“wait, ‘toru! oh, fuck!” you squeal once his entire cock finally rests inside of your sloppy cunt. the hard length is pulsing, the mushroom shaped tip brushing against your cervix.
it hurt real bad. but so fucking good, knowing he’s hitting it so deep.
satoru’s head falls back against the pillows, jaw clenched. “yesss,” he breathes out, his hands gripping onto your hips tightly, holding you down to relish the feeling.
“i swear y’ve gotten tighter,” your lover pants, catching his breath. his eyes dart to suguru who’s fondling your tits in a sensually slow way, “is it ‘cause he’s watchin’?”
your throat is dry as you try to articulate a sentence. “n-no,” you respond out of embarrassment, denying it, even though you’re making the sluttiest noises each time suguru twists or strokes your sensitive nipples.
satoru clicks his tongue and runs a big hand over your tummy, down to your clit. he gives it a little smack, “bad girl. lyin’ in my face like that. . .”
you don’t have any space to think before satoru starts to thrust his hips up against you. he sets a punishing pace, your body slightly jolting up and down from from the impact.
suguru lifts an eyebrow. “not even letting her adjust? pheww,” he whistles lowly as his eyes fall on the way your cunt is eagerly swallowing up your lover’s dick. he squeezes your tits, enjoying the way they’re jiggling.
his gaze darts back up to your face—taking in every twitch or change in your expression. “satoru’s so mean, isn’t he? just ramming into that pretty little pussy of yours,” he tuts before leaning down to press a open mouthed kiss to your neck.
in the meantime, satoru doesn’t let up. he swears he’s never had you this tight before. the room fills with the obscene sounds of flesh against flesh and a mixture of his groans and your moans.
“shitttt,” he cusses, voice ragged with lust. his balls slap obscenely up against your ass, the pressure on his dick increasing with each thrust, “y’r tight little cunt is gonna snap my dick in half, doll. relax.”
you gasp for air as satoru rocks your body down onto his dick, “tryin’, am tryin’.”
the bed creaks as satoru’s hips piston. in, out, in, out, in out—the rhythmic movements stir up your insides. the second you feel the head of his cock bump against your cervix once more, your body goes rigid for a second. you automatically mewl out an apology, “am sorry—ah!”
suguru spectates the intimate session between you two. he’s leaking in his pants, patiently waiting for his turn. though the damp patch on his trousers says what he secretly thinks.
he needs to fuck you, pump you full of cum, see your belly swell with his semen, relish in your youthful beauty and fertility . . . but those will remain just inner thoughts.
the dark-haired man focuses back on those supple mounds bouncing in his palms. “perfect tits,” he praises through a low voice. he turns your upper body a bit before pushing his face between your breasts. he inhales deeply—that dizzying scent of yours flooding his senses.
“so fucking beautiful,” suguru comments roughly. his lips part—a string of saliva snapping—before wrapping around a hardened nipple. he swirls his tongue around the bud with a thoughtful hum, “these would look better with cum all over them, don’t you think?”
you’re overwhelmed and can only let out pathetic noises in agreement.
satoru notices the way his best friend seems to be loving on your tits. he bites his lip at the sight of your face just drowned in pleasure—brows furrowed, lips falling open into a small ‘o’, drool trickling down your chin dumbly.
“uh-oh, i think it’s too much on her little brain,” he coos mockingly. his free hand taps at your clit again, between each thrust. the sparks of pleasure run down your spine from the stimulation.
suguru smiles against the skin of your tits. he presses a kiss to the tip of your nub before pulling away, panting. his hands are still fondling you, unable to pull away.
“hmm, maybe i should add to it,” he responds gruffly.
suguru frees one hand and trails it down his abs to the waistband of his pants. he unbuckles his belt with skilled fingers, taking his boxers down with him. his erection smacks up against his lower abdomen, the cockhead veiny and red.
you realise what suguru wanted to do the second his hand moved from your tits to your ass, palming and spreading the plump cheeks. “oh my god! please—‘s too much,” you babble almost incoherently.
you’re unable to think clearly as your cunt is filled to the brim, stretched in a way that has you bouncing along on satoru’s lap.
“aht aht, you can do it,” suguru clicks his tongue, “right, satoru?”
he doesn’t actually make any move yet to try and penetrate you from behind. he’s just enjoying seeing the panic and lust warring in your eyes at the thought.
“mhm. that she can,” satoru replies in an almost shaky voice. his slender fingers are still busy stroking your clit. every time his thumb roughly strokes the small nub, your cunt clenches down hard.
“just look at her—her pussy is doing all the talkin’. gripping me so fuckin’ hard to the point i’m gonna bust soon,” your boyfriend rambles, the dirty talk flowing out of mouth with ease. he’s losing his mind.
the hypnotising way your tits bounce in a circle with your downward thrusts, your pussy loudly squelching with each meaty thwack of your ass meeting his lap. . . it’s maddening.
“oh yeah, i can only imagine,” suguru hisses through his teeth. his dick leaks a fresh drop of pre-cum as he scoots closer to your backside.
the hard warmth of his length prodding at the jiggling flesh of your rump makes you whimper.
“shhh shh, i won’t,” the dark-haired man whispers lowly in your ear, a soothing hint in his tone. he settles for grinding against your rear, coating the soft skin with drops of his leaking cum.
“i’ll wait on my turn to give you a good, proper fucking, sweetheart,” suguru adds with a deliberate lick to your neck, suckling harshly on the skin afterwards.
satoru narrows his eyes. he could feel your pussy fluttering around his dick because of his best friend’s sinful promise. “he’s not gonna fuck ya better than me though,” he drawls before increasing the pace, forcing you to take him at a speed that has you grabbing his shoulders to stay up.
“right, princess?” satoru smacks your ass to get you to reaffirm his claim, “c’mon, tell him how good my cock feels in your pretty little pussy.”
your tears of pleasure fall on his chiseled chest, giving him goosebumps on the skin. the sight of you so pathetic and wanton, crying from the double stimulation, drives him insane.
“f-feels so good. stretchin’ … me so well—oh, you’re too biggg, ‘toru!” you keen and hiccup. being stuffed full of your lover’s dick, rammed into to the point you feel like your insides are slowly melting, is a heavenly feeling.
especially with suguru’s dick bumping and rubbing against your backside. a promise of what’s to come after this round.
“yeaaah, good girl,” satoru’s satisfied voice brings you back to the present. he’s grinning up at you as he tightly grabs your waist to still your movements just as he hilts his thick shaft all the way. he rolls his hips up in agonisingly slow circles
you shiver and your thighs are already spasming, your chest heaving due to your ragged breaths. “oh godd,” you shiver and your thighs spasm from the feeling of his dick being fully inside your little cunt—letting you feel every single inch of it—molding you to the shape of it.
behind you, suguru lets out a small moan at the sight. his eyes are glued to the space down where satoru and you are connected.
“she’s taking it to the base, fuck,” he groans hot against the back of your neck. your small cunt actually being able to take so much dick at once fascinates him in a dark and twisted way.
“you must’ve trained her pussy a lot to be able to take you like that. poor thing.”
suguru sneaks his dick right at the cleft of your ass, sliding it between the cheeks for that extra pleasure. “bet her little cunt feels so good though,” he sighs, already imagining how it must feel to have your pussy squeezing the cum out of his balls.
satoru grunts in response as he keeps you still on his lap. his hips move in lazy circles, the agonising shallow thrusts has his tip prodding at your cervix.
“mhm, she’s a fast learner,” he answers verbally through a moan, “always takin’ me so deep, so well—shit, she’s tightenin’ up so hard.”
you’re barely even conscious because of the overwhelming pain and pleasure. your nails dig into satoru’s broad shoulders, grinding back and forth on his lap, your clit dragging its path along his pelvis for stimulation.
you can’t even talk. your only form of communication is through whines, whimpers and moans.
both men notice the way you’re slowly becoming more erratic, legs trembling and hips moving faster to grind satoru’s impossibly deeper into your squelching cunt.
“you cummin’?” your boyfriend asks as a hand of his comes up to roughly knead one of your swaying tits.
“yes. . .” you breathe out, moaning a bit louder as your body tenses up in anticipation of your climax.
suguru’s gaze locks with satoru’s the moment you tell them you’re nearing the edge. a knowing look crosses their eyes and before you know it, the men give it their all.
satoru starts to hammer his hips up into you again, keeping his hands on your waist to move you up and then down on his long dick. suguru goes from spanking your ass to stimulating your perky nipples, tugging at them to let you experience the dual stimulation one last time.
you choke on your spit and your eyes widen before rolling back. “ahnnn, s-soon! cummin’—ah!” you sob out and your back arches sharply as you reach that inevitable high.
satoru can feel his own impending orgasm, the telltale sign of his balls tightening up, in aching need to fill your womb. to claim the place no other man will ever reach, not even his best friend.
“damnit,” he pants, his hips unable to stop as they pound upwards. your juices are leaking steadily out of your pussy, coating his shaft all the way to his heavy sack.
that shlicking sound your stuffed cunt makes is driving him nuts. he’s already picturing his white cum joining the mixture, gushing out of your folds to coat your delectable thighs.
“fuckfuckfuck—i’m gonna cum all up in your cunt, yeah?” satoru moans, nearly whining because of the immense urge to explode all up inside you, “gonna fill you up so good, stuff this pussy so full.”
suguru’s in the same boat as you are. his hips jolt and clench as his leaking cock strokes and bumps against the jiggly fat of your ass. the image of it covered in his cum, seeping between your cheeks to soak into your pretty pussy flashes through his mind—
“shit,” he curses. he presses sloppy and shaky kisses to your shoulder blades, eyes dark as they follow the enticing way his girthy dick is slipping against your sweat-slicked skin.
“do you mind if i cover your ass with cum, angel? it’d look so pretty,” suguru suggests through a chuckle, pinching your nipples in the meantime.
you can’t do it—all of the sensations together is making you nearly pass out. though you manage to reply in a whine to that erotic request, “nghh, yes—please do!”
satoru, not to be outdone by his best friend, grabs your jaw with one big hand to force eye contact, “look at me when you cum. wanna—mmh—watch as you take my fuckin’ load.”
you nod mindlessly, however you’re barely able to see your boyfriend through your blurry vision. all you know is that you’re going to cum;
your lips part into a silent scream, back arching sharply as you feel your body just let go. you let the storm of emotions and pleasure wash over you, your body spasming as the shocks of ecstasy run through your system.
satoru can barely even process what’s happening when your pussy clenches so tightly around him to the point he’s seeing stars. a loud groan rips from his throat as he gives one, two, three more thrusts up before letting go.
“fuck—take it take it take it!” his hips stutter and jolt as he erupts inside you. his dick jerks in your spasming pussy, pumping thick and hot ropes of semen directly into you.
his hypnotising blue eyes never leave your face, his hand holding your jaw steadily so you can see the impact you have on him. so you can see the man who’s filling your womb and know that you’re his. only his.
you’re barely recovering from your own climax, your sloppy cunt still gushing out fluids that stain satoru’s pelvis and your legs, when suguru cums as well.
the older man’s hips press flush against your ass, cock twitching uncontrollably as the tip spews ropes of hot cum onto your lower back and rear.
“…mhmmm—there you go,” suguru breathes heavily, strands of his long black hair covering his face as he keeps his gaze on your plump behind now covered in his sticky seed.
a sight he will never forget. ever.
all three of you catch your breath, bodies slumped together, with your small frame drowned between their larger ones. you can barely keep your eyes open, cheek squished against satoru’s heaving chest.
“pheww. . .” you hear your boyfriend sigh in content, not bothering to hide the fact that he’s grinding against you to keep his copious amount of cum plugged inside you.
you can basically hear the grin in satoru’s voice as his hand finds your ass, squeezing it, his fingers finding the mess there. “look at that. . . covered in icky cum on both sides,” he whistles lowly and gives the flesh a wet slap, “nasty lil’ girl.”
suguru chuckles along, the deep sound vibrating against your back. he’s lazily kneading your sides, keeping his still half-hard cock nestled snugly between your ass cheeks.
you just let out a small noise, both tired and content. it’s somewhat comforting to be sandwiched between two older men—both caressing you with their calloused hands. it gives you a sense of protection that settles your mind and body after going through such intense feelings.
satoru senses you move a little after a bit, but he keeps you right where you are. his dick is pretty much sensitive from all that happened, already hardening up again from the feeling of your mixed cum dribbling over his skin.
“mmh. let it soak up in there, pretty,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to your head, only to give your body a small shake with his hips that are starting to lazily grind up, “gonna keep you plugged like this for a bit more, yeah?”
you whimper, feeling the tingles return to your messy pussy. “mm’ yea. sounds good,” you moan quietly, ass instinctively pushing back in response to your lover’s movement.
suguru groans at the contact. your plump rear puts just the right amount of pressure against his dick to make it swell up again. “careful,” he warns in a quiet whisper, tightening his grip on your sides.
noticing the way your energy is slowly coming back to your body, satoru and suguru lock eyes with each other again. both see to think the same thing—
satoru speaks up first, his charming smirk returning to his face. “y’know, you’ve been such an angel for us. . . i think your pussy deserves another good fuckin’,” he purrs, hips already starting to move on their own command.
suguru nods in agreement, his fingers trailing down to your ass. you yelp softly as you feel his thumb pressing down on the puckered hole between your cheeks;
“hope you don’t mind getting your other hole stuffed this time.”
