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okay hi everyone!! update: i am, in fact, alive 😭 uni had been kicking my ass and i had my last final today sooooo i will defo be making a comeback :) thank you so much for those of you still here bro i know i haven’t been the most active or the most consistent but i really and truly love and appreciated you all :(
like still seeing all the interactions on my posts whether here or on ao3 made me emotional LMAO
but yes N E WAYZ. i will be back soon enough, i have things in the works from ages ago and i most definitely have a lot of new works planned!
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summary: if someone told you you'd be screaming out the name of notorious fratboy satoru gojo for a reason other than to berate him, you never would've agreed to come to this party.
content (mdni): nsfw, college au (reader and gojo are both twenty), fratboy!gojo, gojo is an annoying little shit but he's hot so it's okay, fingering, creampie, multiple orgasms, dom!gojo, sub fem!reader, praising, dumbification, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!) inspired by this fanart by yunonoai
word count: 6.7k
playlist: fluent in bullshit
main masterlist || jjk masterlist || ao3
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, bodies moving drunkenly against each other to the sound of the music blasting from the multiple speakers around the house. Multicoloured lights were dancing around every surface visible, your face scrunching in disgust as you caught sight of a half naked couple practically eating each others' faces off against a wall. All in all, it was a typical Saturday night for the infamous Jujutsu High frathouse. Red solo cups littered the floor as you manoeuvre your way through the crowd, eyes scanning around for your best friend. Your hand moved to fish your phone out of your pocket, immediately calling her for assistance, because if there was one thing you were good at - it was getting lost and right now you were most definitely lost. However, it seemed like luck was not on your side tonight because of course tonight is the one night she decides to not pick up. A small whine of frustration left you as you craned your head, going up on your tiptoes to continue your search in vain.
“The hell ya cryin’ for?” The deep familiar voice of the living and breathing embodiment of irritation rang through your ears.
Satoru Gojo.
Yeah, luck was most definitely not on your side tonight.
Gojo had been a constant in your life since you were kids, and not in a good way, in fact he was like that pesky fly that kept buzzing around your room at night even though the window was wide open. On top of this he just happened to be the president of the Jujutsu High frat - something he never failed to remind others of, so although it came to no surprise to anyone that he was here, his presence always seemed to antagonise you. The vice president and one of your mutual friends, Suguru Geto on the other hand was much more tolerable compared to the devil's spawn that currently had his arm languidly thrown over your shoulder as he leaned down to talk into your ear. His smirk widens when you roughly shove his arm off your shoulder and he goes to hold his hands up in a show of faux surrender. "Woah easy there princess, what's got you all worked up huh?" You click your tongue in exasperation and turn away from him, "You ever learn to mind your own business Gojo or do you get off on annoying everyone around you?"
The glare you send his way only serves to intensify the smirk on his face, his tongue reaching out to lick his lips before he answers. "Nah not everyone, I only get off on annoying you, get it right y/n." The cheeky tone in his voice makes you groan in annoyance before you spin on your heel and walk away from him, the sound of his grating laughter echoing behind you. 'Seriously what was his problem? Someone needs to teach him how to shut the fuck up.’ The dynamic between you and Gojo has always been an… interesting one. It mostly consisted of him doing everything humanly possible to get on your nerves, from pulling on your hair in kindergarten to throwing scrunched up paper to the back of your head in high school and in return, you used him to learn how to perfect your punches, (which admittedly always hurt him but he'd never let you know that).
“Y/NNN THERE YOU AREEE!” The squeal of your name had you turning around only to become entangled in the long limbs of your best friend, Yuri, simultaneously catching the attention of several others in the room due to the volume of Yuri’s voice. Yuri was the other (more enjoyable) constant in your life, a ball of sunshine who always got a smile out of you since the both of you had met at the ripe age of five. But she could also be a bit… loud, ultimately making you two the centre of unwanted attention wherever you went. “Bitch I’ve been walking around trynna find you for so long. Ugh, I think this is the most exercise I’ve done this whole year.” Yuri pants out once you’ve finally managed to get out of her surprisingly strong hold. You huffed, a small pout forming on your lips. “Yu, don’t be dramatic, it’s your fault anyway. I called you but someone decided to not pick up and then I had to deal with that annoying piece of shit. By. My. Self.”
“You talked to Gojo? Gojo Satoru? Alone? And the room is still intact? Who are you and what have you done to my violent best friend?” The glare you send her way has Yuri giggling, an arm hooking into yours as she drags you upstairs to the room in which the rest of your friend group were currently playing some stupid games. Excited smiles and waves greeted you as you walked through the door, Yuri pulling you down to sit in between her and Shoko. “You two are right on time, we were just about to start a riveting game of seven minutes in heaven.” The sarcasm in Shoko’s tone made you stifle your laughter, head falling onto Yuri’s shoulder, as she gave you a playful wink in response. “Seven minutes in heaven seriously? What, are we horny 13 year olds again or something?” Yuri groaned, her head tilting to rest on top of yours. You hummed in agreement, boredom already evident on your face, “Yeah who’s dumb idea was this anyway?”
Suguru has a cheeky smile playing on his lips as he answers you, "Google's. We didn't know what to do so we searched up 'fun games to play at a party.' " He was met with blank stares until Shoko nearly choked on the puff she was taking from her cigarette at his confession, the room now filled with the sound of laughter and Utahime frantically rubbing Shoko's back in an attempt to stop her from coughing up a lung. "Oh by the way did anyone see Satoru, we can't start without him or he'll start whining. Fucker said he went to the toilet, it's been like twenty minutes." Suguru's voice broke through the laughter as he leaned back onto his hands, head tilting in curiosity. Your mood immediately soured, letting an audible groan at the sound of his name and to make things worse, this was the moment Gojo decided to make an appearance. His presence was overwhelming to say the least, and the fact that he was aware of the effect he had when he walked into the room definitely did not help his exploding ego. Grey hoodie slung over his shoulder, and hands tucked in the pocket of his matching grey sweats, a lazy smirk made its way onto his face, "Hope you guys didn't miss me too much." His eyes caught yours as he sat down opposite you next to Suguru who smacked him up the head for taking his 'sweet fucking time,' resulting in Gojo readjusting the black baseball cap he was wearing backwards with a whine.
His sky blue eyes were shining with mirth as he looked you up and down from across the circle you all had formed, arms crossing and an eyebrow raising up at you in challenge. Your eyes immediately narrowed into slits as you stared him down, unintentionally locking onto the way his biceps flexed across his chest in the black compression shirt he never seemed to take off. He followed your eyes down to his arms, smirk widening as he not so subtly flexed his arms even more, watching in amusement as you try to hide the flustered expression in your face by rolling your eyes and looking away with a scoff.
Shoko cleared her throat impatiently, "Are you two done eye-fucking each other now or can we get this stupid game over and done with?" She asked with a bored expression, looking between you and Gojo with a raised brow. This only seemed to fuel Gojo's amusement, snickering as your jaw went slack at Shoko's words, face twisting in disgust.
"You two. Cut it out. Shoko - you're right and I love you but we don't need Satoru bleeding out on my carpet tonight okay?" Suguru Geto ladies and gentlemen, ever the peacemaker.
Utahime shot up from her spot next to Shoko, hands clapping in excitement as she retrieved a small black bag. "Okay everyone put something in the bag so we can figure out pairings. And thennnn, all you gotta do is go to the storage room next door for seven minutes. Simpleee!" She announced this with way too much excitement for your liking. Once everyone had dropped one of their belongings into the bag, it was simultaneously decided that Utahime would choose her partner first. Eyes scrunched closed, she dipped her hand into the bag, pulling out what was unmistakably Shoko's lighter. Loud hollers and cheers filled the room all the while Utahime sat frozen, face painted a bright shade of red. Wordlessly, Shoko sat up walking towards the storage room next door. Upon noticing that Utahime still hadn't moved, she turned around, tilting her head, a small smirk appearing on her face, "Ya comin' or not?" Let's just say you had never seen Utahime move so quickly in your life.
Seven minutes later, the pair walked back in the room with flushed cheeks and equally red lips that were sporting matching smiles as they both sat back down. Unfortunately for you, it was your turn to pick from the bag. Your hand reached out tentatively, rummaging through the contents of the bag as your fingers latched onto something cold. Pulling your hand out and opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of Gojo’s infamous silver chain pooled into your palm. Silence. Complete and utter silence… that is until Suguru’s dumb ass started cackling like a possessed soul, slapping his knee with tears of laughter gathering at the corner of his crinkled eyes. “I fucking love this game,” His words came out as what could only be described as wheezes, one hand on his chest as he tried to calm his breathing down. Meanwhile, Gojo was still wearing that ridiculous smirk of his, once again eyeing you up and down as you stared daggers into his soul, cheeks puffed out in anger.
“I refuse.” Your words were sharp and precise, arms crossing in defiance.
“That’s not how it works y/n…” Yuri’s defeated voice came out in a whisper next to you.
“Well too bad that’s how it’s gonna work now.”
“Says who.”
“Says ME.”
The sigh being let out next to you indicated Shoko’s clear irritation with your antics as she stands up, dragging you with her by the elbow as you splutter out excuse after excuse. Gojo on the other hand, has been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time. Your weak protests were interrupted when you were shoved into the empty storage room, followed by Gojo falling unceremoniously onto you, both of you crashing onto the floor. Before either of you could register your situation, the doors slammed shut encasing both of you in darkness. Gojo was still pressed against you, arms caging your head as a result of him trying to break his fall - and as far as he was concerned, he had no intention of getting away from you anytime soon.
"Satoru Gojo get the fuck off me right now" you seethed through your teeth, your palms weakly pushing at his chest in an attempt to shove him off of you.
"No can do sweetheart, I kinda like being this close, don't you?" You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, feeling his hot breath fan across the side of your face as he leaned impossibly closer to you to whisper in your ear. "Oh for fuck's sake Satoru are you fluent in bullshit or something? Get off meeee…" Your words trailed off into a small whine, clearly irritated by his antics but the teasing smile on his face only widened at your words, "Ooo first name basis already huh? This day just keeps getting better. You got a crush on me or something y/n?"
"Shut up Gojo, I hate you and you know it." You hissed out through burning cheeks, and you were struggling to figure out whether it was out of embarrassment or from the newfound fluttering in your heart. "You hate me huh?" His voice lowered, sending a shiver down your spine and you found yourself wishing his lips were closer to yours.
“Yeah, I do. I hate you and your dumb voice and the way you always wear that stupid compression shirt to show off your stupid muscles and I hate your dumb attractive face and the way you're so stupidly tall and-” Your words catch in your throat when Gojo leans down to be face to face with you, his sapphire eyes darkening as they pierced into yours.
“Oh yeah?” The husk in his voice paired with his proximity had you subconsciously squeezing your thighs together, breaths coming out in short pants from your ranting as you stared up at him wide-eyed. "Looks like it's you who's fluent in bullshit sweetheart cos this sounds more like a love confession to me," One of his hands reached up to grab your chin and tilt your face up towards his, thumb brushing teasingly over your bottom lip, making its way into your mouth and pressing lightly onto your bottom teeth - giving you no choice but to open your mouth, embarrassment coursing through you at the gesture. His smirk only widened at the action, his thumb pressing lightly onto your tongue, mind already racing with different scenarios, ‘Hm, maybe another time…’ he thought as he took his thumb away to grab the back of your neck to lessen the gap between you two.
You subconsciously lean into him, your body betraying you in every way. Eyes fluttering shut, heart beating impossibly fast, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You feel the warmth of his palm as his hand rests on the back of your neck, pulling you close, - closer and closer until his lips meet yours in a tender kiss. Your hands travel up from his chest, knocking over his baseball cap in the process, nails grazing his undercut softly, drawing him impossibly closer to you. Fingers moving further into his hair, you pull the soft white strands in a show of desire, resulting in a deep groan being let out into your mouth by Gojo as he presses his hips into yours in retaliation. A soft whine leaves you and you swear you feel him smirk before gently prodding his tongue against your lips. You part them for him, his tongue intertwining with yours in a dance of passion, your own hips now greedily grinding up into him. The warmth from his mouth disappears, his hot breath hitting your neck bringing you back to reality as your eyes slowly open only to find him staring at you with that cheeky smile of his. “Someone was enjoying herself hm?” His voice was gravelly as he spoke, eyes flitting back to your lips every so often. “Shut up Gojo.” You whispered, still very obviously affected from what was possibly the best kiss of your life as you rolled your eyes.
“Oh come onnn, I think we’re past this, say Satoru for me baby.” Twinkling cerulean eyes bored into yours, watching you become increasingly flustered at the pet name. You turned away from him defiantly, refusing to speak but that only urged him on further, voice like dripping honey as he leaned down to speak into your ear. “C’mon sweetheart, you can do it, I believe in you. Look at me and say my name with that sweet voice of yours for me hm?” Gulping, you look up at him with wide eyes and warm cheeks, mouth parting ready to speak, when there's a series of knocks against the closet door, Suguru's deep voice a mere echo in your ears. A loud groan was let out above you as Satoru threw his head back in annoyance, “Ugh, so close. It’s okay princess, I’ll make you scream it soon enough,” he said with a wink as he finally got off of you whilst picking up his forgotten cap from the floor and placing it backwards on his head. He looks down, a hand reaching out to help you up. You take his hand and he pulls you up, biting his lips when you look up at him with those pretty eyes and for some reason he can’t bring himself to look away, both of you forgetting the fact that you were supposed to be getting out of the room.
"Yo Satoru, time's up get outta there." Light floods in as Suguru flings the door open, and your throat gets dry once you notice the desperation darkening Satoru's eyes. With heavy breaths, heaving chests and faces flushed with passion, neither of you seem to be able to look away from the intensity emitting from each other. At this point, there isn't a single thought in your head other than the man standing in front of you, looking at you with so much passion that you fear you'd never be able to look at another man without being reminded of him. The sound of a throat clearing brings both of you back to reality, Surguru watching you with a knowing smirk and crossed arms. Satoru on the other hand, doesn’t even acknowledge his best friend, instead opting to reach for your wrist, practically dragging you away down the other end of the hallway to where his room is. “Fucking took them long enough my god…” Suguru mutters under his breath, making his way back to his room already excited to tell the others about your escapade.
Meanwhile, Satoru has you pushed up against the door of his bedroom, lips impatiently clashing with yours, hands caressing each other frantically. His cold hands had slipped under your shirt making you hiss slightly. His hands continued to make their way up, his thumbs teasingly rubbing your nipples through your bra, your whimpers getting lost in his mouth. Your own hands were gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You feel one of his hands moving down to unbutton your jeans, his pinky finger swiping the skin just above the waistband of your underwear, making you buck your hips needily into him. “Fuck baby, I can feel how wet you are through your panties. Messy girl aren’t you?” He mumbles, nipping your ear softly as his fingers start to tease your slit through your underwear. Your whimpers only encourage him further, pushing your panties to the side, tips of his fingers rubbing your clit. Your body was growing responsive to his touch, leaning further and further into him, face buried in his chest as you feel yourself get impossibly wetter. Soft pants left your mouth, one of your hands shyly reaching down to grab his bulge through his sweatpants making him moan into your neck, your eyes widening when you feel just how big he is. You let out a particular loud squeal when two of his long fingers entered you without warning, body squirming as you tried to adjust to their size. Satoru had resorted to biting and sucking your neck in order to hold back his moans as you continued palming him, your cute little whimpers making him harder underneath your hand. His voice comes out in a growl, eyes now boring into yours, fingers relentlessly going in and out of you, painting stars in your vision. “T-toru…” The whimper escaping you had his gaze softening slightly, “I know baby, I know. Be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?” Your eyes screwed shut as you nodded weakly at his words, the praise making your pussy clench around his fingers.
"Shit baby you're so fucking tight around my fingers, you sure ya can take my cock? I don't think it'll fit in that tight little pussy of yours" He leans down to playfully nip on your ear and there's a taunting smile playing on his lips when he meets your eyes again. A defiant look crosses your face, the need to prove him wrong still as strong as ever, even if he is currently turning you into a brainless mess. "I can take it…" your retaliation would've been much more believable to him if your words weren't beginning to slur, coming out in soft pants. So Satoru did what he knew how to do best.
He teased. Mercilessly.
"Aw my pretty little baby thinks she can take it? Yeah well, you're gonna have to cum around my fingers first if we wanna fit my dick in you sweetheart. But I don't know how much I'm willing to let you cum." His taunts are followed by a cruel curl of his fingers, his knuckles bullying your inner walls, your juices dripping down onto his wrist from how wet you were. You were so so close, fingers clenching around the front of Satoru's shirt, your head buried in his chest as your eyes were scrunched closed in pleasure, small tears threatening to fall from your lash line.
“You fucking dickhead let me cum please,” you mumble out into his shirt, his fingers relentless in their teasing turning your desperation into frustration.
“Yeah? You wanna cum baby? Beg for it.” The words coming out of his mouth were nothing short of torture for you as he stopped his movements, fingertips now rubbing your clit in gentle circles, all the while looking down at you with that infuriating smirk of his. See, usually it would take more than those three words for you to listen to Satoru Gojo of all people, but considering the fact that his fingers alone were making you see stars, it was clear to all what your choice was.
“Please…” you breathe out, face finally coming up from your hiding place in his chest to look up at him with blown pupils, tears still pooled in your eyes and wobbly lips. Gojo’s breath hitched when you made eye contact with him, his throat going dry at the mere sight of your already dishevelled appearance. Fuck, it made him want to ruin you even more so who was he to deny your pretty plea. “Only cos you asked so nicely”, he whispers into your ear, teeth scraping against your lobe, his fingers going in and out in the most toe-curling ways. You felt your eyes roll back as one of your hands clutched the front of his shirt, the other palming him through his sweats, mouth open, letting out what Satoru believed was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard as you squeezed around his fingers, thighs shaking ever so slightly as he continued rubbing soothing circles on your clit.
Satoru’s half-lidded eyes were stuck to you, the image of you cumming on his fingers now permanently etched into his mind. He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, a groan emitting from the back of his throat, but of course he couldn’t help himself from muttering yet another cheeky remark.
“You know, for someone who claims to ‘hate’ me so much, you seemed to enjoy cumming on my fingers a bit too much.” The glare you throw up at him would usually have more venom but seeing as you just had what could only be described as the best orgasm of your life (although you would never admit this to his face), all your ‘glare’ did was make Satoru’s smirk widen.
"F-fuck you Gojo,”
"That's the plan sweetheart."
In a matter of seconds, you felt arms snaking under your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly and dropping you onto the middle of his bed, navy blue silk sheets rippling underneath you. Of course he would have fucking silk bedsheets, rich prick. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you see Satoru standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes, his tongue coming out to swipe across his lips hungrily as he slowly starts taking that damn black compression shirt off, making a show out of it as he does so. Trust him to be able to turn into a stripper at will. You gulp, scanning him down whilst he makes his way over to you, eyes locking onto the outline of his cock through his grey tracksuits. He’s now on top of you, forearms on either side of your head caging you in, soft strands of white hair falling over his eyes; eyes which he hadn’t taken off you since he locked the door.
“You’re awfully close,” The words leaving your mouth are barely louder than a whisper and he could feel your breath hitting his lips as you spoke.
“Problem, sweetheart?” He whispers back, leaning his face down impossibly closer to yours, his fingers gently snaking in between yours at the sides of your head. You bite your lip in anticipation, “No but it will be if you don’t fucking do something,” the retort leaves you before you could think, impatience radiating off you as you look at him through your lashes.
“Knew you secretly had a thing for me this whole time.” He lets out a low chuckle and before you could snap back at him, his lips come crashing down onto yours, hands squeezing yours essentially pressing you down further into his annoyingly comfortable mattress. He grabs both of your wrists into one of his hands, the other making its way down your hips and into your jeans, tracing the waistband of your panties. Meanwhile, your lips have resorted to leaving small kisses across his jawline, sucking little marks down the side of his neck making Satoru let out a soft whine into your ear. And you decide very quickly that you like the noise he just made so, of course, you bite down onto the junction between his neck and his shoulder, one of your hands leaving his grip and sneaking into the waistband of his tracksuits, straight into his boxers stroking his (very hard) length, causing him to let out a quiet growl, his face buried in your neck.
Evidently, this was his last straw.
Here you were getting up close and personal with his neck and the next thing you know he’s flipped you over onto your stomach, hands dragging your jeans and panties down your legs, throwing them onto the floor carelessly. “Fuckkk I can’t wait to ruin you,” he practically growls the words out as his palm lands a loud smack onto your ass, a squeal of surprise escaping you, your head turning back to look at him with narrowed eyes and you swear you nearly came on the spot from seeing him kneeling behind you, toned abs on full display, that stupid baseball cap still backwards on his head as he admired your half-naked body sprawled on his bed.
“What? I’m only saying the truth” he shrugs whilst ridding himself of his tracksuits, dragging his boxers along, his hard cock springing up hitting the base of his stomach. His hand comes up to stroke it lazily, and you keep looking back at him, your pupils blown wide, almost mesmerised by his actions as he lets out a soft moan when his thumb swipes across his tip. Your body squirms at his actions, the need to feel him inside you growing by the second and he notices, of course he notices his gaze hasn’t been anywhere else but you this whole time. You feel his cold hands grip your hips, a shiver running down your spine as he manoeuvers your hips upwards, “Ass up for me sweetheart,” he mumbles, his knees pushing yours outwards and spreading your legs open in the process.
“There we go, good girl. So wet for me hm?” His sweet mumbles went straight to your core, your pussy getting embarrassingly wetter with every word coming out of his mouth. You let out a staggered breath, feeling him get closer to where you needed him most, the tip of his cock teasingly rubbing up and down your slit, eyes fixated on how your pussy seemed to clench around nothing. “Satoru I swear to god if you don’t- ” your grumble was interrupted by a loud squeal as he finally inserted himself into you with one swift movement.
“Fucckkk you’re so tight, this what you wanted princess?” he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure, his hat falling off his head in the process. The hand that wasn’t gripping your hips reached back to retrieve his hat, placing it haphazardly on your head, a wide smirk gracing his lips as he admired you, your ass still squirming against him as you tried to adjust to his length with soft whimpers leaving your lips. He pulls out, leaving only his tip inside you before slamming himself back in as you whine out a loud “Toruuuu” into the pillow that was currently clutched to your chest, forearms pressed into the mattress to hold yourself up. He starts moving in and out, irritatingly slowly at first, just to antagonise you that little bit more, make you that little bit more needy for him. Because, fuck he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing the mouthy brat that always had a snipy remark for everything he did be at a loss for words, going dumb on his cock when he hadn’t even started fucking her yet.
“Is this what all the girls were raving about? Cos right now I’m incredibly unimpressed Satoru,” you breathe out, a cheeky smile playing on your lips as you turn your head back , eyes finding his behind you. His eyes narrow as they stare back at you, not amused by your taunts in the slightest - so he picks up the pace, hips slamming into you as your mouth falls open, fingers tightening around the pillow underneath you, head falling down to your chest as you try to muffle the sounds threatening to escape you from the sudden pleasure. One hand is gripping your hip so hard, you were sure there would be a mark there and the other is teasingly running up and down your clothed spine.
“O-oh fuck why do you have to feel so gooddd” you pant out begrudgingly, the end of your sentence forming into a whine as your hips moving back in sync against him. “Yeah? Ya still unimpressed? Or should. I. Go. Harder.” Each word was accompanied by a particularly hard thrust, your moans getting too loud for your liking, and you lose all sense of control in your body as you feel yourself move up the mattress with each thrust. The hand teasing your spine bunches the back of your shirt in his fist as he pulls you back onto his cock, “Now where do you think you’re going sweetheart? God, you have no idea how fucking good you look right now.” he breathlessly mumbles out, his voice deeper as he watches you struggle underneath him, your hair splayed out on your back, his hat still on your head, knuckles turning white from clutching onto the pillow so hard and the sweetest sounds leaving your swollen lips. You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life, feeling yourself leaking down your thighs and of course Satoru takes note of this, his free hand swiping the dripping wetness from the inside of your thigh with his nimble fingers, moving to circle your clit in slow movements, his thrusts getting faster. “S-so good holy fuck~” you whine out, eyes rolling back into your head.
A snicker escapes Satoru as he watches you fall apart further, mouth open and drool threatening to drip down the corner of your mouth as your cheek is squished onto the pillow underneath your head, your soft whimpers and pants making him want to fuck you harder. He moves his hand from your clit to grab your jaw, making you twist your head to face him as he rudely shoves two of his fingers into your mouth and you instinctively start sucking on them, drool now freely dripping down your chin as he pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue in the process. He kisses his teeth in faux annoyance “Tch, messy girl aren’t you?” He taunts, leaning his body down onto yours, his other hand brushing back the hair sticking to your forehead in an almost sweet gesture in comparison to the way he was practically slamming into you, and the cute moment was effectively ruined when he bunches your hair into a makeshift ponytail pulling your head back, his hat falling off your head all while thrusting into you deeper. You let out a particularly loud squeal, muffled by his fingers in your mouth and his smirk widens, repeatedly hitting that same spot with the same vigour as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Fuck you’re taking me so well, such a good girl for me.” He removes his fingers from your mouth, tilting your jaw to the side as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue swirling around yours, his hips never seeming to falter in the cruel pace he’s set out for your pussy. All you could do was whine into his mouth, any semblance of speaking having already left you the second he had put his cock in you and with the way he was hitting that spot inside you, you don’t think you’d be able to speak again. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you, spit dripping down your chin as you look at him with clouded eyes and a flushed face.
“Look at you pretty girl, fucked you stupid haven’t I?” he mutters, looking at you with such awe, his hand still gripping onto your jaw as he leans his body down onto yours, his cock now reaching deeper into you as his thrusts start to become harder, your body jolting and your moans getting louder with every move. “T-toru, ‘m close,” I pant out, letting out small sniffles. “Yeah? You wanna come for me?” he taunts, his hips slowing down on purpose, the hand holding your hair pulling your head back further with a harsh tug for his lips to scatter soft kisses and nibbles on the sides of your neck as you nod impatiently, tears brimming in your eyes. Another whine escapes you as you look at him pitifully, pupils blown wide and lips trembling as you become desperate for release, grinding back onto his dick for in need of more friction. He tuts, his hands moving to grip your hips, stilling your movements. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he grits out, the hand on your jaw moving to the back of your neck and pinning you down, cheeks squished onto the mattress. “You wanna come, you beg for it like the good girl I know you are, understand?” Tears of frustration were now freely running down your cheeks, your face an absolute flushed mess of tears and drool and the sight of you was enough to make Satoru cum right there and then. He thought he should be getting an award for the amount of self control he’s shown so far. But he was quickly brought back to reality when he heard your precious, albeit muffled, voice whimper out a “Toruuu pleaseee~ please lemme cum”, paired with those pretty big eyes of yours and your pussy walls clenching almost teasingly around him, made him choke back a moan. And when you were begging so prettily, how could he say no to you?
“That’s my girl” he groaned, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head before his hips once again began snapping into you relentlessly, the warmth from his body almost lying on top of your back making your head spin. His thumb found its way back into your parted mouth once more, pressing into the back of your bottom teeth, forcing your mouth open further causing even more drool to spill from the corners of your mouth, rendering you a helpless mess underneath him. His free hand slithered its way down to your clit, fingertips rubbing it tantalisingly slowly, your legs were already shaking and his ministrations on your clit made you want to close your legs. Your actions were quickly stopped by Satoru, his hand gripping your thigh pushing your leg further out, your fingers gripping onto the sheets in front of you for dear life at this point. “Keep 'em open,” he hissed out, fingers going back to your clit once he felt your walls squeeze around his dick. “C-cumming Toru~” your words were muffled and barely comprehensible as you babbled around his spit-covered thumb in your mouth. “Yeah? Cum for me sweet girl, c’mon you can do it,” He purred out, the sound of your wet pussy and his hips snapping into yours filling the room. Your jaw went slack, his thumb leaving your mouth to now rub soothing circles onto your jawline as he watched you come undone beneath him, his breath staggering as his self-control was slowly disappearing. “There you gooo, such a good girl. You did such a good job for me baby~” He cooed into your ear, his other hand going gently up and down your spine. “Can you hold on a bit more f’me?” he asks, checking in on you with a soft look in his eyes, and you nod, still dazed from your orgasm. He lets out a small chuckle at the state of you, “Good, cos I’m not done,” he grits out, flipping you over onto your back and resuming his thrusts in you all while looking down at you, his chest glistening with sweat, the front strands of his hair sticking to his forehead slightly. You bite your lip, looking up at him with wide eyes and you bring your arms up tiredly looping one around his neck bringing him closer down to you as the other brushes away the hair from his forehead, mimicking his earlier actions.
“Fuck ‘m so close sweetheart” he whimpers out, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his steady rhythm wavered slightly. “Cum f’me Toru~” you breathe out sweetly into his ear, your hands tangled in his hair as you hold him close to you and Satoru swore he saw heaven when he heard those words in his ear as he lifts his head from his spot in your shoulder, panting out. “W-where do you w-” before he could even finish his question you looked him straight in the eyes and whimpered out your answer, wrapping your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back, pulling him impossibly closer to you.. “Inside please…” A loud groan leaves Satoru’s lips as he throws his head back at your words. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me sweetheart,” he grumbles out, his hips staggering as he cums, filling you up with his warm load and you stare up at him through wet lashes, clenching around him purposefully just to hear him whimper again.
He collapses on top of you, sweaty chest sticking to your equally sweaty shirt, letting out a huff, mumbling in your ear, “Best. Fuck. Ever.” and you couldn’t help but stifle a giggle, running your fingers through his hair gently. “Shut it Gojo,” you retort, biting back a smile when his head whips out of his hiding place in your neck, face contorting into an expression which could only be described as complete disbelief and confusion. “Sweetheart I just fucked you speechless on my cock and you wanna go back to last name basis? Be so for real right now.” Although your face flushed at his words, you burst into giggles at his last statement. Trust Satoru Gojo to still have the audacity to be sassy after sex.
“Sorry Toru~” you purr out, nails grazing up and down the back of his neck.
“Better.” he mumbles out, lips formed into a slight pout as his face plops back down onto your chest.
“So like… you still hate me?”
“Ehhh, guess you’re not so bad after all.”
“Are you just saying that 'cos I made you cum?”
“Yeah.”
“Fucking brat.”
ミ★ notes from star: the ending was a bit rushed but i hope you enjoyed it lovelies!
。𖦹°‧ your dupatta gets stuck to his watch || r.sukuna x f!desi!reader
a/n: typical bollywood meet cute because sukuna and desi reader have been taking up a large part of my time lately. also not proof read 😔
- listen to 'tujh mein rabh dikhta hein' specifically the part from 1:06 for max immersive experience 😛
wc: 1.2k
The plan was to go straight home after the function. No detours. No side quests. Just go home, free yourself from the confines of your stupidly heavy lehenga. Rip off the earrings that had your ears feeling as though they were about to fall off. Wipe off the makeup that you’re pretty sure is melting off your face. And marinate in your pyjamas whilst bingeing your comfort show.
But when you drive past the bright glowing lights of Taco Bell, you couldn’t seem to resist. The sign wasn’t just illuminating, it was beckoning. Calling your name in the form of baja blasts and crispy chicken burritos. It was practically luring you in!
So now, you’re parked up outside at 1:27am, lehenga skirt bunched up in one hand, phone balanced in the other as you stumble out of your car, dignity hanging on by a thread. You make sure to slam the car door with a little more force than necessary, wincing with every step you take towards the entrance, in heels that felt like a great choice at the beginning of the night but were now beginning to feel as though they had been designed by Satan himself.
The air is cool against your skin, a dramatic gust of wind rushing through the near empty car park. Your skirt sways. Your jewellery chimes. Your hair is blowing behind you in what seems to be… slow motion? You could have sworn you heard music playing softly in the background too - the theatrical score of violins and flutes. Whatever, it was probably your imagination.
After what seemed like an eternity, you make it to the door. You reach out to open it and then…
Tug.
The speed with which you freeze is truly astonishing. You swear under your breath, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply. Turning your head back slowly, your mind is reeling with every late night horror scenario it can possibly conjure up. Were you about to get kidnapped?
The embroidered edge of your dupatta has somehow wound itself around a watch.
A very expensive looking watch.
Attached to a very large (attractive) hand.
Attached to-
Your eyes trail upwards until you’re met with a too tall, too handsome stranger who seems to be just as frozen in place as you. His eyes are sharp, enough to make your heart skip a beat even though there’s a flicker of amusement in them as he stares down at you.
The music in your head seems to be getting louder.
He looks down to where your dupatta has betrayed you, raising a brow in question.
You clear your throat, finally taking your gaze away from his face and following his own to glare at his watch instead.
“You’re attached to me.” That’s all you can manage right now unfortunately. But apparently, that’s more than enough for him. His lip twitches in what you assume is a smile.
“I noticed.” No apology, no sense of urgency. No sign of him moving to help. Almost like this was a regular occurence. Or almost like he didn’t mind being stuck to you.
You, on the other hand, roll your eyes and let out a light scoff, fingers moving deftly to untangle yourself from him. The embroidery only seems to be getting tighter around the clasp.
Brows furrowing in concentration, you shuffle closer with a mumble, bangles chiming as your fingers wrap gently around his wrist, “Don’t move.”
“Why?”
“Because if this rips, I will cry. And I will blame you for it.” And then, quieter, almost like you were speaking to yourself. “This probably cost more than your stupid watch anyway.”
He just snorts, quickly bringing his other fist up to cover his mouth when you glare up at him with pure venom.
Letting out a frustrated huff you, somehow, end up closer to him with every poor attempt you make at untangling yourself from him. Ironic.
That’s exactly when he chooses to move. He lifts his wrist, the movement so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t well… stuck to his watch. The thread tightens. And you stumble forward right into him with a surprised gasp. Your palms are flat on his chest, steadying yourself as you blink up at him. Half vexed, half flustered.
For a moment, neither of you move. Your heart is beating far too hard against your chest and you’re praying he can’t feel it. Everything suddenly feels too much. The warmth of his chest under your palms. The steady rise and fall of it as he breathes. The way he’s looking down at you, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth.
The way he’s so close.
Too close.
His heavy stare falters briefly, only to flick down to your lips before slowly trailing back up your face to your eyes. You can see his Adam's apple moving as he swallows. You’re pretty sure your heart has forgotten how to beat at a normal rate.
And then you remember how to speak, making a feeble attempt at covering your flustered state.
“You did that on purpose! I told you not to move.”
A smile spreads across his face at this, slow and teasing. “You were taking too long. Struggling?”
The absolute audacity of this man.
You open your mouth, ready for some choice words to fly out but you’re quickly interrupted when he lifts his wrist up higher, bringing his other hand up to work at the fabric around his watch.
You freeze yet again, hair brushing his chest as you look at the way his fingers move. Quick. And yet ever so careful.
Before you can even let out another breath, your dupatta has been freed, hanging loose over your shoulder once again. You step back almost immediately, clearing your throat and inspecting the fabric, letting out a relieved sigh when you notice there’s no damage.
His hands are now crossed over his chest, watching you with a smirk, although his eyes seem to be softer. “What, no thank you?”
Your head snaps back up to him, eyes narrowing as you scoff, mirroring his stance. “Thank you? For almost tearing apart my designer lehenga? Keep dreaming.”
“Oh trust me. I will.” His smirk widens, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as his head tilts, shamelessly looking you up and down. He hums before extending his hand out to you, the same one his watch was on. “Ryomen Sukuna.”
Unimpressed, you sigh, offering your name as you reluctantly take his hand, refusing to acknowledge the strange flutter in your stomach. Your nonchalant expression is wiped off though, when he bends down, simultaneously bringing your hand up to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. You’re quick to snatch your hand back, looking everywhere but at the infuriatingly smug look on his face.
“You should learn to keep your distance.” You school your expression into one of indifference, pushing the door open to finally get your beloved Taco Bell.
He runs his tongue along his teeth, following you inside. “You should stop coming so close then. Princess.”
You only walk faster towards the counter, the heat creeping onto your face becoming too much to ignore, much like the weight of his gaze on you.
And you don't know how much longer you can ignore it. Because, something tells you this won’t be the last time your paths will cross.
ᯓ★ notes from star: excuse the rushed ending i finished writing this in a lecture 😃. comments and reblogs appreciated as always!! mwah mwah <3
。𖦹°‧ your dupatta gets stuck to his watch || r.sukuna x f!desi!reader
a/n: typical bollywood meet cute because sukuna and desi reader have been taking up a large part of my time lately. also not proof read 😔
- listen to 'tujh mein rabh dikhta hein' specifically the part from 1:06 for max immersive experience 😛
wc: 1.2k
The plan was to go straight home after the function. No detours. No side quests. Just go home, free yourself from the confines of your stupidly heavy lehenga. Rip off the earrings that had your ears feeling as though they were about to fall off. Wipe off the makeup that you’re pretty sure is melting off your face. And marinate in your pyjamas whilst bingeing your comfort show.
But when you drive past the bright glowing lights of Taco Bell, you couldn’t seem to resist. The sign wasn’t just illuminating, it was beckoning. Calling your name in the form of baja blasts and crispy chicken burritos. It was practically luring you in!
So now, you’re parked up outside at 1:27am, lehenga skirt bunched up in one hand, phone balanced in the other as you stumble out of your car, dignity hanging on by a thread. You make sure to slam the car door with a little more force than necessary, wincing with every step you take towards the entrance, in heels that felt like a great choice at the beginning of the night but were now beginning to feel as though they had been designed by Satan himself.
The air is cool against your skin, a dramatic gust of wind rushing through the near empty car park. Your skirt sways. Your jewellery chimes. Your hair is blowing behind you in what seems to be… slow motion? You could have sworn you heard music playing softly in the background too - the theatrical score of violins and flutes. Whatever, it was probably your imagination.
After what seemed like an eternity, you make it to the door. You reach out to open it and then…
Tug.
The speed with which you freeze is truly astonishing. You swear under your breath, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply. Turning your head back slowly, your mind is reeling with every late night horror scenario it can possibly conjure up. Were you about to get kidnapped?
The embroidered edge of your dupatta has somehow wound itself around a watch.
A very expensive looking watch.
Attached to a very large (attractive) hand.
Attached to-
Your eyes trail upwards until you’re met with a too tall, too handsome stranger who seems to be just as frozen in place as you. His eyes are sharp, enough to make your heart skip a beat even though there’s a flicker of amusement in them as he stares down at you.
The music in your head seems to be getting louder.
He looks down to where your dupatta has betrayed you, raising a brow in question.
You clear your throat, finally taking your gaze away from his face and following his own to glare at his watch instead.
“You’re attached to me.” That’s all you can manage right now unfortunately. But apparently, that’s more than enough for him. His lip twitches in what you assume is a smile.
“I noticed.” No apology, no sense of urgency. No sign of him moving to help. Almost like this was a regular occurence. Or almost like he didn’t mind being stuck to you.
You, on the other hand, roll your eyes and let out a light scoff, fingers moving deftly to untangle yourself from him. The embroidery only seems to be getting tighter around the clasp.
Brows furrowing in concentration, you shuffle closer with a mumble, bangles chiming as your fingers wrap gently around his wrist, “Don’t move.”
“Why?”
“Because if this rips, I will cry. And I will blame you for it.” And then, quieter, almost like you were speaking to yourself. “This probably cost more than your stupid watch anyway.”
He just snorts, quickly bringing his other fist up to cover his mouth when you glare up at him with pure venom.
Letting out a frustrated huff you, somehow, end up closer to him with every poor attempt you make at untangling yourself from him. Ironic.
That’s exactly when he chooses to move. He lifts his wrist, the movement so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t well… stuck to his watch. The thread tightens. And you stumble forward right into him with a surprised gasp. Your palms are flat on his chest, steadying yourself as you blink up at him. Half vexed, half flustered.
For a moment, neither of you move. Your heart is beating far too hard against your chest and you’re praying he can’t feel it. Everything suddenly feels too much. The warmth of his chest under your palms. The steady rise and fall of it as he breathes. The way he’s looking down at you, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth.
The way he’s so close.
Too close.
His heavy stare falters briefly, only to flick down to your lips before slowly trailing back up your face to your eyes. You can see his Adam's apple moving as he swallows. You’re pretty sure your heart has forgotten how to beat at a normal rate.
And then you remember how to speak, making a feeble attempt at covering your flustered state.
“You did that on purpose! I told you not to move.”
A smile spreads across his face at this, slow and teasing. “You were taking too long. Struggling?”
The absolute audacity of this man.
You open your mouth, ready for some choice words to fly out but you’re quickly interrupted when he lifts his wrist up higher, bringing his other hand up to work at the fabric around his watch.
You freeze yet again, hair brushing his chest as you look at the way his fingers move. Quick. And yet ever so careful.
Before you can even let out another breath, your dupatta has been freed, hanging loose over your shoulder once again. You step back almost immediately, clearing your throat and inspecting the fabric, letting out a relieved sigh when you notice there’s no damage.
His hands are now crossed over his chest, watching you with a smirk, although his eyes seem to be softer. “What, no thank you?”
Your head snaps back up to him, eyes narrowing as you scoff, mirroring his stance. “Thank you? For almost tearing apart my designer lehenga? Keep dreaming.”
“Oh trust me. I will.” His smirk widens, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as his head tilts, shamelessly looking you up and down. He hums before extending his hand out to you, the same one his watch was on. “Ryomen Sukuna.”
Unimpressed, you sigh, offering your name as you reluctantly take his hand, refusing to acknowledge the strange flutter in your stomach. Your nonchalant expression is wiped off though, when he bends down, simultaneously bringing your hand up to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. You’re quick to snatch your hand back, looking everywhere but at the infuriatingly smug look on his face.
“You should learn to keep your distance.” You school your expression into one of indifference, pushing the door open to finally get your beloved Taco Bell.
He runs his tongue along his teeth, following you inside. “You should stop coming so close then. Princess.”
You only walk faster towards the counter, the heat creeping onto your face becoming too much to ignore, much like the weight of his gaze on you.
And you don't know how much longer you can ignore it. Because, something tells you this won’t be the last time your paths will cross.
ᯓ★ notes from star: excuse the rushed ending i finished writing this in a lecture 😃. comments and reblogs appreciated as always!! mwah mwah <3