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mdni. exam season ft fwb! s. gojo

you had first become acquainted with gojo satoru in your first year of college, stuck in the same hellish course which deprived you of any activities other than studying and pulling all nighters, effectively ruining your dating lives, but in turn creating a strong bond between you two,

so like any two normal super sexually frustrated people who spent almost every waking (and sometimes napping) moment together, you made arrangements, strictly business - you take care of each others needs when necessary, and continue your friendship like nothing ever happened, a win-win for both parties.

exam season always dialled up the frustration by 10, and what better way to relieve stress than together in his apartment? pretty lips puckered around his dick and drooling all over your chin, tears streaming down your face while he moans out lewd praises "shit— takin me so well.. yeah juustt like that oh fuck—"

his large hands tangled in your hair as he fucks your throat roughly, you can feel the pent up studying-anger with every thrust he makes. he'll wipe your tears in consolation, but dont expect him to slow down, not when your throat feels this good.

"sorry doll ngh— shit.. cant help myself... feels— haaah.. feels too good".

he'll finish down your throat, pushed over the edge by your gagged cries, loud groans ripped from his throat as his hips stutter from pleasure, hand gripping the crown of your head pushing you further down.

you punch him in the arm afterwards, complaining about your poor bruised throat while wiping away the mix of drool and tear on your face as he laughs breathlessly.

he always makes it up to you though - curling his long fingers in you knuckle deep, tongue working on your needy clit as his digits hit your sweet spot with practiced precision, tugging on his soft white hair. he'll have you screaming in pleasure, holding you down and continue to work his mouth and hands even after you orgasm, all for the fun of seeing you squirm in overstimulation.

yeah, study sessions dont really go well at either of your apartments for obvious reasons. but when the torturous period of exams are over, earning you a well deserved break, what better way is there to celebrate than crazy hot sex?

"sa-satoru" you moan out "t-too big.." your comment making him twitch inside you, hes got your knees to your chest, thick and heavy cock frying your brain as you struggle to accomodate his large size, insides turning to mush as he stretches you out.

"cmonn.. you can— ngh.. take it..." one of his large hands snaking down to rub circles on your clit while the other gives a rough pinch to your nipple, "saw how.. haah... you were lookin at me when we left the bar..." a devilish smirk dancing on his lips while you could feel your face heating up slightly in embarrassment.

okay so what if you were drunk and horny? thats like the textbook definition of how youre supposed to enjoy an end of exam house party.

you and satoru didnt kiss. it was just an unspoken thing deemed too intimate between the two of you for a simple friends with benefits situation - but god his smell was just so dizzying and he just looks so fucking hot and hes making you feel so good and hes looking at you with those damn blue eyes.

fuck it you think, arms hooking around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss as he continues drilling into you, your tongues falling into rhythm and faintly tasting of alcohol. it feels like heaven when he moans into your mouth, brains fuzzy from how good it feels making out with each other, how right it feels while his dick is stuffing you full.

you whine as he pulls away, a string of spit connecting you, "not gonna— ngh fuuck.. last long if you keep kissin me like that" he chokes out - if that wasnt enough to make your pussy clench in desire, then the way his flushed face looked at you in the dim lighting definitely was.

ignoring his remark, you pull him back down to lick his bottom lip before capturing it in a deep kiss, his thrusts speeding up as your tongues swirl around in each others mouth, the burning knot of desire in your stomach growing tighter with each passing second.

"t-toru.. mmngh... 'm so close— fuck— right there!" you mewl out, toes curling in bliss as his eyes focus on your face contorting in ecstasy, your pussy spazzing around him as you climax all over his cock soon after - satorus orgasm following suit, "s-shit— squeezin me so—ah.. hard.. nghh fuck 'm gonna—".

his mouth falls agape as his eyes shut tightly in pleasure, groaning when he pulls out and strokes himself quickly, biting his lip as he shoots thick pearly ropes all over your stomach.

afterwards he flops down next to you, breathing heavily in exhaustion before slowly getting the towel to clean you up, complaining every step of the way.

he ends up sleeping in your bed, both still slightly drunk as you crawl closer to be in each others arms before passing, him drooling on your hair while you drool on his chest, you cant get mad at each other though, you did agree that the best sleeps happen after your more rough sessions.

good thing you have all break to prepare for when exam results come out, gojo satoru is notoriously competitive, and he'll make sure you and your body know that - whether your score is higher or lower than him.

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mdni. bad romance! ft frat! s. ryomen

you and sukuna, the infamous couple known for bickering anywhere and everywhere. its almost impossible to imagine a place on campus where you two havent argued. screaming matches outside the dorms, outside the library, in the common rooms, never failing to attract more than a few onlookers and nosy eavesdroppers after yelling names at the top of both your lungs, swearing how much you hate each other for the umpteenth time

- all to end up tangled in each other the week after. your arm around his, and his hand possessively in your back pocket, dark hickies and bite marks sporting both your necks

after a semester people began to grow used to your antics, seeing you two argue around the kitchen island at the weekly frat party wasn't anything new, and became somewhat expected, followed by one of you storming off.

and thats where sukuna lies currently, banging on your dorm door, other residents giving him sympathetic looks, others begrudgingly muttering about how they thought they were going to get a decent sleep tonight.

"i know youre in there, just open the fuckin' door woman!". hes been at this for who knows how long, foot tapping impatiently against the worn carpet beneath him.

"fuck off dickhead!" you scream from inside, flipping him off even though he cant see. you hope he feels the negative energy from the gesture anyways.

you scream when he manages to pry open your door, calling him a brute and attempting to whack him in anger - he grabs you by the arms and pulls you close, calling you deaf and yelling at you to listen. you glare at him before before biting his lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for him to back away from your face.

he looks at you like youre crazy, his patience finally reaching its limit with you as he pins you against the wall, his large figure caging you in and towering over you, "you gonna listen now? or do i have to make ya?" his face is close to yours, breath fanning over your lips while his intoxicating scent mixed with cologne fills your nose.

and, well, one thing lead to another and now youre here

one of his hands with a possessive grip on your jaw, the other on the small of your back pressing your bodies impossibly closer as you moan into his mouth. you clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, dizzying and disorienting as you try fumbling onto your bed without breaking the kiss.

you straddle his seated lap, a quiet groan as you press against his boner for your own pleasure while he removes his shirt, tatted muscle bulging with every move, he peels away your clothes, fingers tracing the fading hickies on your neck, leaving behind a tingling sensation as moves his hands away to support your waist.

"such a brat earlier" he starts, "now look at you, grindin' on me all needy" he teases, breath hot in your ear as he lays you on your back. you dont need to see his face to get irritated, the condescension in his voice is enough to rile you up - but he knows you all too well, rolling your nipples between his fingers while sucking on the sweet spot on your neck before you can even think to snap back, the annoyance bubbling in your chest replaced with a fluttering desire.

a breathless moan escapes your lips as he paints your neck with bruises, your back arching while your clothed sex grinds against his knee placed between your legs, you find the petty willpower to argue back momentarily when he pulled away to free the strained tent in his pants. "the only brat here is you."

you wanted nothing more than to slap his disgustingly handsome face along with that stupid glower he always wears. tutting at your snarky comment, he shoved your damp panties to the side in response, lining himself up at your entrance, tip hot and leaking as he rubbed up and down your slit, coaxing himself in your slick.

"whatever you wanna believe, all 'm sayings that its a different story down there princess" he smirks, nudging your hole teasingly in referral, god he just knows exactly which buttons to press, this is why you guys were always bickering - you attempt to sit up in anger, to argue more and prove your point, "you do realise it's only becau— hnnghhh— fuck!"

and just like that he shut you up.

bottoming out in your drooling pussy with a bruising grip on your hips, the fullness of being stuffed knocking the air out of your lungs, as well as any annoying thoughts that he didn't wanna deal with. "sure ya still wanna argue? not real convincing when youre all dumb on my dick like this."

the initial stretch still burns deliciously even after all the crazed and rough sex you two frequently have. you try shoot a glare at him, a threat for him to shut his mouth, but its not very effective when your eyes roll back to your skull as he pistons in and out of you brutally, his sheer girth making it easy for him to hit your g-spot with every thrust. "fuck— hah.. fuck you.."

he leans down so that your foreheads touch, the amusement in his eyes contrasting your hateful staredown, because deep down he knows you dont mean it, in fact he knows you love it, being put in your place like the brat you are. youre all bark and no bite and god it turns him on, loves when youre all mouthy and bitchy towards him because he knows he'll just put you through the mattress, wiping the sneer off your face and have you begging for more til your a babbling mess.

he changes angles, deciding this ones no good if you still have the brains to argue, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, his other hand still firmly on your hip to keep you in place. a lewd moan rips from your throat when he begins to move again, as if he couldnt reach any deeper, a low groan escaping him from the sudden clench around him, but he doesnt let that stop his relentless pace.

"k-kuna.. im..." you dont even need to finish your sentence, the way you tighten around him, how whiny your moans become, that specific scrunch on your face - hes got you memorised. he snakes the hand holding your leg down to your clit, circling it til youre a writhing mess beneath him, a chorus of desperate 'yesyesyes right there' fill the room alongside lewd squelching and creaking.

you arch your back impossibly higher, body tensing and wriggling as your eyes see stars while he grinds deep inside you, helping you ride your orgasm out.

you lay there heaving, thoroughly fucked out as your eyelids grow heavy, however the feeling doesnt last long, as the sensation of getting yanked upright interrupts your rest, now face to face with your boyfriend.

"you didnt think we were done did you?", a nasty grin plastered on his face as he flips you over, pinning your arms behind your back and forcing you into an arch before you can even say anything. youre still too hazy to form a coherent sentence, panicking slightly as you still havent recovered from your last orgasm.

any concern that you had was removed instantly as he pushed back inside you, still hard and throbbing as he sinks in inch by inch. you bite the pillow and try to not be too loud so the entire dormitory doesnt crucify you tomorrow but its so hard when he hits all the right spots - your brain is all fuzzy and the only thing you can think of is how big he is.

his pace was painfully slow, tears pricking your eyes as it somehow made your overstimulation worse. you attempted to move your hips back to fuck yourself on him, but you were met with a deep thrust as he lowered himself to your ear, "didnt say you could do that did i?" you let out a long whine in protest, whimpering 'too much', to which he simply tsked

"whats with the complaints?? 'snt this what you wanted? actin like a brat, giving me a damn headache all day" he snarled, picking the pace back up, biting down on your shoulder when you tighten in response, you mumbled out a pathetic stream of 'm sorry's - music to his ears.

straightening up, he admired the view of his dick glistening as he goes in and out and in from above, carefully grabbing a fistful of your hair to bring you to him, pulling you in for a messy kiss. youre practically limp from pleasure coursing throughout your body, mouth lolled open, eyes scrunched in overstimulation, and pussy burning feverishly.

the sight causes him to rut into you messily, losing his rhythmic thrusts as his grip tightens on you, breathing growing heavier - your weeping moans of pleasure and overstimulation driving him over the edge, he feels pussydrunk off of your insides.

he holds you closer to offer you mindless praises, the new position also allowing him to drive into you deeper. your gummy walls milking his shaft while your cervix kisses his tip. he groans loudly, head tipping back in pleasure as he spills inside of you, hips stuttering and thrusting as deep as he can while youre drooling over orgasming again so quickly.

you collapse onto the bed, exhaustion creeping deep in your bones. after a while you feel a dip in the mattress when hes done cleaning up the mess he made between your legs, cracking your eyes open slightly to see him resting peacefully, you scooch closer to him before you both drift off to sleep, savouring the fleeting peacefulness before your next inevitable argument happens.