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⌗ 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 ᵎᵎ ━━ 𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊

♱ pairing. megumi x fem!reader

♱ synopsis. a pair of retired delinquent junior high students are surprised to find themselves reunited at jujutsu tech, overtime, the pair find themselves falling back into old habits in each other’s company, resulting in an intimate explosion of emotions.

♱ tags. mutual pining, explicit language, suggestive language, underage drinking, use of marijuana, smut, piv, praise, teasing, orgasm denial, overstim, oral f&m receiving, brat taming, possessive megumi, fingering, squirting, creampie.

knock knock knock

you paused right before putting the joint to your lips. groaning, you set the freshly lit cone down and stood up, getting mentally prepared to explain the rapidly spreading scent of weed filling your dorm to what you worry is a teacher.

another small string of knocks comes from the door right as you reached it.

you swung the door open aggressively, irritated by whoever decided to bother you now of all times only to be met with the slightly surprised face of megumi.

you sighed out of relief. megumi was probably the best person who could be at your door right now.

megumi was your old friend from junior high who you used to get wasted with all the time before your aunt pulled you out of school for your bad behavior.

of course, you lost contact with him and hadn’t seen him since.

so you were very surprised to see him at jujutsu tech after all that time, you hadn’t even known he could see curses.

it had been a few days since you started at jujutsu tech, so you weren’t expecting to see him at your room, it had been about 2 years since the two of you last hung out together.

“smoking?” megumi asked, his deep and raspy voice snapping you back to reality.

he had that same irritated and tired expression he's always had, one hand scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “yeah, wanna join?” you asked without thinking, perhaps habit, but you almost immediately regretted it.

what if megumi had a change of heart and now miraculously hates weed and anyone who does it— “sure.”

you felt your shoulders relax as your worry ceased, not even realizing you were that nervous. stepping aside, you invite him in. you watch him step into your room, one hand in a pocket, with the other still scratching the back of his head as he looks around your room.

closing the door, you stare at him for a second, soaking in his figure.

he’s gotten taller and rather toned yet somehow still slender, noting how his hair was the same as it was all that time ago. you can’t ignore the feeling burning in your gut. a sensation you forgot existed, something you've only felt with him alone.

megumi looks back at you, those familiar aquamarine eyes squinting at you. “y’just gonna stand there?” he asks condescendingly before sitting on the floor in front of your coffee table.

embarrassed, you walk over and sit down adjacent to megumi, having stolen your spot. you watch as megumi picks up your customized lighter and admires it for a moment before commenting, “you still have this? i thought your aunt would have made you throw it away…” he trails off before picking up the joint and relighting it.

“yeah… well, i made sure to hide it from her well, so...” you trailed off, distracted, earning a hum in response.

staring hard, you watched as he held it between his blushed lips while lighting before taking a long puff, the end glowing, he was still well experienced.

you gulped, feeling rather awkward. it had been ages since you had shared a smoke, let alone been in each other’s company. megumi inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes as a peaceful expression melted into his features before blowing the smoke out, humming in satisfaction.

“here,” he said, handing the blunt to you.

you held the cone lightly between your fingers, bringing it to your mouth and finally being able to get the puff you had been dreaming about the whole day.

“y’started rolling yourself?” megumi asks, gazing down at your rolling tray and table littered with weed and raw papers. you nod in response, taking another hit before having to give it back up. megumi stares at you for a brief moment, watching intently as you enjoy a second long puff.

“i had to learn after we stopped talking, since you always did it for me,” you reminisce, handing the blunt back to him. “you’ve gotten pretty good,” he says before hitting again.

“i remember your attempts back then were so shit it was funny,” he chuckles a little at the thought, eyes staring off into the distance as he relishes in the memory.

you grunt, “shut the hell up,” you bite back playfully, a smile pulling at your lips as you sit up straight to reach for your rolling tray and toss it in front of megumi.

he looks at you with a little smirk, eyes meeting yours again and like it’s telepathy, he understands what to do. “roll for me again, for old times sake,” you say despite knowing he already knows what you want.

megumi reaches for the weed and raw paper and you decide to put on some music as he rolls a crisp joint like always, a wave of nostalgia hitting you like a truck.

giddy, you snatch the blunt and admire it before lighting it, relinquishing your first one to megumi. you smile widely at megumi, who stares at you through long lashes and a little smile.

you two sat in a comfortable silence for a minute before you got an idea, “want a beer?” you asked, standing up and approaching your fridge. “sure,” megumi responded and you walked back with two icy cold beers.

sitting down, you handed him the can and you both cracked open yours before doing a little cheers and subsequently chugging the whole can like it was tradition, because it really was.

slamming the can down, you winced in pain as the gas bubbled in your chest.

you let yourself fall back onto your palms, your arms the only thing holding you up and you reveled in the ecstasy that was megumi and all you did with him.

“let’s do a blowback,” megumi said suddenly.

your breath hitched and you shot up to look at megumi to see if he was serious.

all he did was stare back with a sloppy smile and glossy reddened eyes, looking rather hopeful as his eyes analyzed your reaction.

“for old times sake” he added, a persuasive tone lacing each syllable.

you were stunned at his suggestion, not because blowbacks are anything crazy, but because of what happened the first and last time you did one with him.

when you first heard about blowbacks, you were curious and decided you wanted to try one with megumi to see if it was as good as people say it is. however, you chose the worst possible night to try it.

you and megumi had been excessively drunk that night and as two hormonal teenagers, of course something as intimate as a blowback would get the both of you riled up. apparently, it was meant for couples to do and not friends.

that night ended in you being sent home by megumi’s older sister, tsumiki, after she walked in on you and megumi in the midst of an intense makeout session, with your clothes halfway off.

you blinked at him, he knew exactly what his words meant but it didn’t seem to bother him. “c’mon,” he said, pushing a little harder before you finally decided to give in.

you don’t know if it was the alcohol or the weed that made you say yes or made megumi even suggest it. “fine,” you say, huffing as megumi chuckles lowly with satisfaction, “there we go,” we drug out his words in a whisper.

you scoff, watching as he taps off the ash of his blunt into your ashtray before taking a long puff, staring at you with unreadable eyes the entire time.

you struggle to decide if he deliberately chose to use his blunt, which happened to be shorter.

you and megumi scoot closer together in a tense silence.

before you could lean in, megumi grabbed you by the chin with one hand and pulled you closer, holding your head still as he placed the join into your mouth with his other hand, slender fingers ever so slightly grazing your lips.

your fingers replace his on the blunt and both hands meet on either side of your jaw to steady you and keep you right where you are, his hands are hot on your face and you feel his soft fingers gently rubbing your ears.

like it’s instinct, your other hand comes up and lightly grasps megumi by his chin.

your eyes dart up to meet his, already staring right into your irises like he’s searching for something.

his eyes are soft yet dark and you can’t quite read the mysterious emotion lingering behind the deep hues of his irises. you study his features, more mature than back then and it seemed like he can only get more handsome the older he gets.

it’s like you’re staring at each other for an eternity before you feel him start to blow his smoke through the other end, making you suck in.

megumi does it slow, teasingly, all while maintaining eye contact and still rubbing your sensitive ears with the same look in his eyes like before, making your head spin and you feel like you’re about to go crazy.

suddenly, megumi lets out a soft moan, making a wave of electricity run up from your core and it hits you just how horny he’s making you, your whole body is on fire as wetness slowly pools in your panties.

he finally pulls away, one hand leaving your cheek and pulling the blunt from your lips, you breathe in and it hits you harder than you hoped it would. “good,” he cooes, making your face burn.

your eyes darted back and forth between megumi's, his breath heavier than before, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he licked his lips, his hand coming back to your face and continuing to rub your skin soothingly like he knows that hit you hard.

you’re almost panting now, and you’re trembling, you’re sure megumi notices because you watch as he lets out an amused exhale and his usual neutral demeanor has now fully shifted into amusement, faux concern.

“you okay?” he asks in a soft whisper, his hot breath hitting your skin, enough to make you shift in your seat.

you can only nod, lightly biting at your bottom lip and thighs pressing together for some kind of release. you could only pray megumi didn’t notice.

you notice megumi's eyes fall to your lips and lick his own in a slow bite before finally looking back at you with an expression clearer with what you now realize is yearning.

his pretty face and alluring eyes make you fully crumble, and before you could stop yourself, you slammed your lips against his.

it was sloppy—greedy, years of desire came flooding out all at once and before you could process any of it, megumi's tongue was in your mouth.

megumi's hands retreat from your face to land on your hips, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling your fingers in the hair above his nape.

his hands slowly traveled down your thighs, giving the plush flesh a gentle squeeze before reaching back up to rest on your ass, fingers slipping under your loose pajama shorts, hiking your panties higher up your ass to reveal more skin.

you gasp when you feel a much firmer squeeze followed by a smack, hard enough to make you jolt and yelp into megumi's mouth.

you turned your head slightly, deepening the kiss and uniting tongues sloppily, earning a needy groan from megumi.

pulling away, megumi looks at you in a daze, his lips glossy and swollen, cheeks red and hot, he was panting. megumi studies your expression as his fingers begin to gently fondle the pliant fat of your ass.

you lean back in for more, already missing the feeling of his lips against yours and the eager movements of his tongue.

a small moan escapes your lips as he pulls your body even closer to his and the sudden feeling of his growing erection beneath you only serves to make you wetter than before.

megumi's hands cautiously rock you back and forth on his clothed cock, positioned perfectly so that you can feel him growing harder against your pussy.

you felt your lower stomach tighten as your arousal builds, your clit pulsating, feeling like you could cum at any moment.

you grind your hips down in search of friction to ease your aching cunt, feeling his cock twitch angrily at the sudden movement, forcing a moan from megumi's lips.

you feel electricity shoot to your core, his moan making you even needier and you’re sure he can feel your wetness through his sweats, moaning as his dick catches your clit perfectly, making you shudder.

megumi's hips buck at the feeling of your cunt pulsating against his throbbing erection, making him hiss as he pulls away from your wet and sloppy lips, head dropping down to plant wet kisses along you collarbone and neck, biting and sucking your sensitive skin.

you whine at the feeling, rolling your hips so you could hear more of megumi's whines and grunts. "mmm... fuck," megumi pulls you to his chest, moaning into the crook of your neck. he was so close, he needed you to stop but couldn't bring himself to tell you.

like a blessing, you stop, noticing how his cock desperately twitches, begging for more. you slid off him and stood up, looking down at his antsy figure, seeing the tall tent in his sweats.

you cup megumi's face, his hands gliding up your legs, staring at you with the most desperate expression. you bent down and gave him a kiss before pulling away, reaching down and pulling megumi’s shirt off, revealing his toned abs.

"sit on the bed," you whisper, staring deep into his eyes.

obediently, he stands up, legs shaking ever so slightly from his arousal as he walked over to your bed and plopped down at the edge, spreading his legs expectantly, you smirk when you notice how his cock twitch through his pants.

you plant your hands on his knees while slowly sitting down between his legs, maintaining eye contact with megumi the whole time, amused at how oh so desperate he looked.

his breath hitched as you ran your hand over his hardened dick. megumi's hips bucked and his whole body twitched, a strained moaning tearing from his throat, his cock jerking as you palmed him with enough force to ruin him.

you giggled, watching mercilessly as a string of moans flew from his lips, exciting you.

you stopped to grab the hem of his sweats, megumi lifting his hips to help you pull them down, tossing them to the side, revealing the outline of his girthy cock and a stain of precum right at his tip.

you smirk, looking up at the blushing megumi, his hand over his face, trying to shield himself from the utter embarrassment he felt. teasingly, you leaned down and placed a kiss on his erection, megumi whining at the erotic gesture, "y-you're so lewd..."

"you can barely handle it," you hum, resting your cheek on his hot dick, loving the way it reacts to your touch, "and yet you're still begging for more," you taunt.

"screw you-nghh," megumi tries to bite back, but you cut him off with a firm lick up his shaft, jumping at the feeling of your hot wet muscle dragging along the underside of his cock. "i can't possibly give you more, i mean-look at you," you say provokingly.

"you're already about to cum and i've barely even touched you," you mock.

"p-please..." megumi muttered shakily, "i'm begging you, just please stop teasing me..." you couldn't help but laugh a little at his pathetic protest, and just to toy with him on more time, you plant a slow, torturous kiss on megumi's tip.

“fine,” you say, reaching for the elastic of his briefs, slowly pulling them off of him, your eyes trailing down the veins on his lower abdomen that led straight to his cock.

you pulled until his briefs revealed the trimmed hairs decorating his base to the beginning of his girthy shaft with pulsing veins wrapped around it all the way until his cock sprang free and revealed his red weeping tip, sticky with precum.

his balls we’re heavy and obviously ready to release his loads, tightening in excitement.

an embarrassed moan falls from megumi as you admired at the cock you fantasized about all these years. it was so much more impressive than you hoped.

you were practically drooling at the sight.

you pushed megumi’s thighs farther apart, moving your head until your breath hit his cock, making his leg twitch.

sticking your tongue out, you dragged it from his balls all the way to his leaky cockhead. “agh!” megumi yelped as you ran your tongue over his slit, gathering the salty precum on your tongue.

wrapping your lips around him, your swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked, staring at megumi with fiery eyes. “goddd, fuck,” megumi growled, head thrown back and chest rising and falling rapidly.

you pull back, lapping up the precum spilling from his tip before taking him in your mouth again, fully sinking down until your lips met his base. megumi cried out followed by high pitched whines as you bobbed your head.

“nghh… please, s-slow down! ‘s too much,” whimpered, hands coming down to fist your hair, tugging desperately in an attempt to slow you down. you stared up at him, teary eyes with drool collecting at the corners of your mouth, a sight that megumi wanted to burn into his memory.

he watched intently as he disappeared into the wet warmth of your mouth, your small moans vibrating against him.

you give megumi no time to breathe, coming up for one breath before slamming your mouth back down on his cock, reveling in the sensation of his veins pulsing, forcing your tongue out to lick his balls while thrusting your own face on his cock.

“god, you’re a fucking-hah! bitch,” strained moans following his insults as you gagged around his length, your throat tightening as you forced yourself to swallow down his thick girth.

“ahah-oh shiittt,” megumi’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his jaw was slack with a silent scream, the feeling of your mouth around him was like ecstasy and my god, he was so close already.

“oh fuck!” megumi’s cock stiffened even more, his balls tightening and he knew he was gonna cum.

suddenly, he felt you pull back right before you pushed him over the edge. whining like a bitch at the orgasm denial, all while an evil smirk plastered your face, watching as megumi’s cock pathetically jerked and twitched violently.

“ohh, that was a close one,” you mewl with a little giggle, resting your head on his thigh and staring up at him and like the bully you are, you ran your fingertips gently up and down his angry cock.

“i fuckin' hate you,” megumi said shakily, his tip pulsing and hot red, a thousand times more sensitive than before.

“aww, don’t say that,” you start, “you know you love me,” you whisper lowly, seductively, the inflection in your voice daring megumi to fight back.

“shut up, you’re gonna regret this,” megumi grumbled, still embarrassed but now more irritated. you’re not allowed to tease him when you’re the one who was so horny earlier he could see you rubbing your thighs together for friction.

“oh yeah?” you say, egging him on. “make me regret it.”

your eyes widened, megumi’s hand now around your throat and yanking you up off your knees before he threw you onto the bed mercilessly, taking your place on the floor.

before you realized what was happening, your shorts and panties we’re torn from your lower half and discarded to the side, megumi’s hands grabbing your things and forcing your ass to the edge of the bed, parting your thighs to reveal your glistening cunt.

the cold of the air was quickly replaced by the feeling of megumi’s hot breath on your pussy. you watched shocked as he planted a kiss on either side before sinking his teeth into the fat of your thigh, his sharp teeth nearly drawing blood with how hard he bit down, a small punishment.

“you wanna be a brat?” megumi grumbled lowly, his eyes staring directly into your pussy, admiring every last bit of your perfect cunt he so desperately needed.

you gasped as megumi dipped his head down to lick between your folds slowly, only stopping to kiss your clit before pressing his lips against your pussy and lapping at your juices, moaning at the sweet taste of your essence, his hands coming up and slipping under your bra to fondle your breasts, pinching and twisting your hard and sensitive nipples.

he groaned into your pussy, your delicious taste and the scent of your sopping cunt making his cock pulsate. you don’t know how long he’s fantasized about this, every time he’d abuse his cock at the thought of ravaging your wet pussy and now it’s finally all his.

megumi flattened his tongue on your cunt and dragged it over your clit tortuously, making you jolt up and tangle your fingers in his black locks, and string of whines and mewls falling from your lips as he goes back and forth from dipping his tongue into your cunt and licking between your folds before stopping to suck your clit.

“o-oh-fuck! megumi!” you cry out, throwing your head back as you tugged on tufts of megumi’s hair, your thighs shaking as your hips twitched against his mouth.

megumi only growled in response, his tongue exploring your hot tight hole, the muscle pressing against your clenching walls before replacing it with two thick digits, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot, tongue flicking over your clit.

“agh-'s too much, s-stop!” you scream, the feeling of your sensitive bud being tortured by megumi’s determined tongue throwing you over the edge and you swore you were going to squirt but megumi didn’t let up.

“fuck-please!” you restarted to begging, clenching megumi’s hair as your whole body convulsed, your pleas falling to deaf ears as megumi continued relentlessly, fingers pumping faster, harder.

you squirmed as the impending feeling that you were going to both squirt and cum simultaneously hit you, your whole body tensing as you moaned.

“m-megumi, i’m gonna s-squirt!” you stuttered, fumbling your words as the feeling welled in your stomach. “don’t care,” megumi mumbled into your pussy lips, “you wanted this.”

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean-“ your plea was cut off by a shriek tearing from your throat violently as megumi latched his lips onto your swollen clit and sucking, hard.

you came undone beneath megumi, back arched and squirting all while your pussy clenched and fluttered around megumi’s fingers, your juices coating megumis chin and dripping to the floor. your loud moans filling the room as megumi’s tongue continued to lick firm lines over your pussy, he was not about to let you go unpunished.

it was like his tongue got faster and stronger, his lick and sucks becoming more aggressive the more the squealed for him to knock it off until you were full blown screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"f-fu-stop! meg-nghh," you writhed beneath him, not able to breathe and seeing stars.

he finally pulls away, looking up at you with glossy eyes, his lips and chin glazed in your juices, proud of how well he ruined you.

soft moans fell from your lips and you came down, falling back onto the mattress as megumi dipped his tongue back in for a few more kitten licks, chest rising and falling as you gasped for air.

megumi licked his lips and stood up, crawling onto the bed to hover over you, one hand running up the side of your naked body before reaching your bra and t-shirt, hiked up to reveal your breasts.

sliding your shirt off, megumi slides a hand under your body, fumbling with the clasp of your bra before finally undoing it, leaving you fully naked.

in somewhat of a daze, you reach up to glide your hand up his abs, admiring the body you had always longed for. megumi hummed at the feeling, his hand landing on yours and guiding it towards his face, placing the palm flush against his blushing cheek before planting a gentle kiss to the center of your palm.

you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, messy yet intimate and passionate, like your lips were made for each other.

megumi plants himself between your legs to lay flat against you as he deepens the kiss, snaking his arms beneath you and pulling you flush against him, his cock pressed against your sensitive pussy.

he moaned into your mouth as grinded his twitchy length against your folds, you whine each time his tip glides over your puffy clit, his precum adding to the sticky slick of your cunt.

impatient, megumi reaches to grab his cock, aligning his tip at your entrance. reluctantly pulling away from your lips, dropping his head beside your before turning to whisper in your ear, "i'm gonna put it in now, okay?" he asks sweetly, concern lacing his voice.

"mhm," you agree, still feeling the affects of your orgasm. megumi breathed heavily as he slowly thrusted his hips forwards, his swollen tip stretching you open, he was so thick you felt like he was going to tear you in half.

you gasp as he fully bottoms out, stretching you deliciously and stuffing your cunt full of his length, his cock twitching in your warm, tight walls that fluttered around him. "mm, fuck," megumi moaned, stilling himself to give you time to adjust.

"'s so big," you whine, straining to take all of him. "you okay baby?" megumi asks, mindlessly throwing a petname at you. "y-yeah," you stutter like an idiot, the fact that megumi is balls deep in you and the name he just called you fully processing and now you're suddenly embarrassed.

"'m gonna start moving now, okay?" megumi says caringly, his hips rolling eagerly. you can only moan in response, his tip already nudging your sweet spot. he can't take anymore waiting, he needs to fuck you the way you deserve.

you can feel every bulging vein as megumi pulls his hips back before snapping them forward with a loud clap, his hips making bruising contact with yours. you cry out and megumi groans deeply, his voice reverberating in your ears.

"shiiittt," megumi grunts, rolling his hips even rougher, loving how your cunt feels around him and the oh so beautiful whines falling from your lips.

megumi pistons into you, pulling out just to slam his cock so deep you can practically feel him in your stomach, each deapstroke making your eyes roll back. you clawed at his back with your head thrown back, mouth agape in a silent scream.

"fuck, so fucking tight," megumi growled, sitting up to angle his cock at your g-spot, earning a sensual moan from you.

the sight beneath him was so erotic, your naked body splayed beneath him, his cock shiny with your arousal, a creamy ring building around his base with each thrust, and your face twisting in pleasure.

"oh m'god, you're so fucking sexy," megumi muttered, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, holding your thigh and bringing a hand down to rub tight circles around your clit, itching to make you cum again so he can see that gorgeous face you make.

you mewl and claw at your bed sheets, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud and making you twitch. his cock forcing it's way in and out of your tight cunt, bullying your cervix and stretching you soo deliciously.

"megumi please-agh-harder!" you beg needily, making megumi forcefully slam into you, your gummy walls swallowing his cock so well.

"takin' me like such a good girl," megumi says, planting kisses on your calf, "milking me so fucking good."

megumi starts to ramble, his orgasm creeping up on him, "you like that? you like the way my cock feels in your pretty little pussy? ngh! this pussy was made f'me."

"just f'me" "mine, all fucking mine"

megumi threw his head back, mumbling in deep moans about owning you, being all yours, and how he's never gonna let you go; his voice raising an octave the closer he gets to coming, his balls tightening and cock pulsating.

"godd, you're never gonna leave me," those words were enough to shoot electricity straight through you, making you clench around megumi's cock at how much his words turned you on.

pussydrunk, megumi cries out, hips stuttering. "say you're mine," he starts, slurring his words, "say you're all fucking mine."

"fuck! i'm all yours!" you squeal, his thrusts sloppy but rough. "say it, say you belong to me," he says in a strained moan. "i belong to you," you obey, too fucked stupid to refuse, your lower belly tightening and pussy pulsating. "who? hah-who do ya' belong to, baby?" megumi demands, his hips stuttering. "megumi~! ngh, i belong to megumi-agh!"

you fall apart beneath megumi in a scream, pussy clamping down on his cock and milking him for all he's worth as his cock twitches and jerks violently as he yells out, falling on top of you as his hips twitch and thrust into you as shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside your cunt as your orgasm waves over you violently.

the feeling is euphoric, your eyes roll into the back of your head as you clawed at megumis back, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him deeper.

"fuck!" megumi growls with one last thrust, burrying his cock as deep as he can and dumping the last of his hot sticky cum in your pussy, a string of curses and moans following.

sweaty and gasping as you both come down from your orgasms, loosening your grip on his body as he lifts his hips, pulling out his softening cock.

megumi's tense figure relaxed into yours, small whimpers and pants still leaving him as he came down from his orgasm, holding on to you as he rested his face next to yours.

absolutely spent, you both stayed like that in a comfortable silence before megumi turned his head and kissed the shell of your ear lovingly, "i love you," he said hesitantly, and you can't tell if the pounding heart beat you're hearing is yours or his.

you turned your head to look into megumi's, wondering if you heard right or if the weed and alcohol were playing cruel tricks on you. his eyes darted back and forth between yours expectantly, his cheeks still dusted pink.

"i love you too," you finally say, something you've been waiting to say for years.

you feel your chest tighten with doubt but you're quickly eased by the megumi leaning in and placing a loving kiss on your lips, smiling as he pulls away with glossy eyes like he's about to cry.

"i really love you," you reiterate, feeling like you hadn't made yourself clear enough. "i love you too, baby," "you're sure?" "yes, i'm all yours,"

"and you're all mine."

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[lacyblades]

౨ৎ yeah, yeah, pornstar!gojo, and all... but what about pornstar!reader, and fan!gojo?

gojo is obsessed with everything you put out there. notifications blare, ensuring he is the first to see every post. his phone is always glued to his hand, your channel is his goddamn religion.

he ditches anyone, ducks into bathrooms, alleys, wherever to catch a glimpse of that sweet pussy. he even contemplates risking getting caught jerking off on a public tram, his strained pants a testament to his desperation. a crowded tram, mind you. he doesn't even care.

and, that michelin-star dinner? kicked out. again. because he can’t keep his hands off his phone, and his volume down. the head waiter gives him a look that could kill, and gojo just shrugs, already halfway through his next video.

he really is your biggest hype-man, and also your richest one. his tips? a goddamn tidal wave in the chat. every moan you make, every twitch of your hips, fuels his own private show. and, well, you've got to make it up to him somehow, right?

in return, you let him control your toys. you take it so well, he thinks, the highest setting of your lovense. that remote control? a shitty substitute for his own hands, really.

if a vibrator does this to you… he strokes himself, mimicking your rhythm, a frustrated, aching pulse, the image of your slick heat filling his mind. he wants to feel it, wants to hear you scream his name. you're gripping the sheets of the bed, head thrown back.

if just a little vibrator is doing this to you, he can't imagine how you'd react to his cock.

gojo's hand slides up and down his hard length, throbbing with arousal as he watches you moan.

"oh, fuck," you cry, "i— i'm gonna cum!" and, cum you do, as your hips buck, body tensing, and fluttering hole gushes liquid. he times his own release just seconds after, and it feels like the closest he'll ever get to you.

you've wrecked him, completely. he can't even have a girlfriend anymore, because he's always groaning your name during sex with them. it's the only way he can get off, now.

pictures and videos, that is. exclusive content, little bits and pieces of you — anything he can get, he'll have. you're the only thing he thinks about, you've turned him into a porn addict.

sleep is a war zone, gojo's brain replaying your every move until he is jerking off into his own hand, the sheets sticky and smelling faintly of his seed.

he fantasizes, raw and dirty, about burying his face between your legs, about the slick heat of your cunt, about the way you’d scream when he finally comes.

he wants to fill you, wants to hear you beg. gojo lies awake at night, his mind a whirlwind of your images, replaying old videos, memorizing every curve, every sound.

(and yeah, he has a fan account. pathetic? maybe. but he doesn't give a fuck. he has to spread the word, has to make sure everyone knows just how amazing you are. plus, he likes reading the comments. it makes him feel proud of you.)

gojo strokes his leaky dick at night, submitting into his fantasies of shoving your head into a pillow and dragging his sensitive tip across your slit, getting to release his load into your soaked walls.

but, at some point, god must finally be on his side, because ten minutes after your latest livestream, he is met with a dm from you — "how would u like to 2 mess with those controls in person <33"

after all those enormous tips he's sent your way, isn't it time for you to give him something extra?

[catbemad]

smooch

[saintshigaraki]

splaying out on getous lap very dramatically and sighing until he pets my face and asks me whats wrong

[snail-day-deactivated20251016]

When you’re in bed together, Satoru always has to be touching you in some way. Actually, in most situations, he has to - his fingers naturally find yours during walks, locking together without a second thought. When you rest your head on his shoulder during train rides, he absentmindedly twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. Right before your stop, he gives a slight tug to wake you up, teasing you about the little bit of drool at the corner of your lips. Don’t worry - he’ll kiss it away.

Satoru always pulls you close. He doesn’t mind the heat in the summer; even if you complain about it, he’ll still find a way to touch you, even if it’s just pinching the hem of the oversized shirt you stole from him. He gets it - Japanese summers in traditional houses are no joke. He teases that if you’re good, maybe Santa will bring you an AC this year. You respond by brushing your leg against his, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. And if your legs happen to be a little prickly, he just laughs, pulling you in by the back of your neck. “My little cactus,” he murmurs, his blue eyes soft with affection.

Winter, though - that’s his favorite. He likes being the big spoon, tucking you under his chin, wrapping his arms around you until you’re practically buried against him. It’s hard to tell if he’s keeping you warm or just smothering you. He loves feeling your warmth against him, listening to your soft breathing, your little snores. He prefers winter because you always come to him, searching for his warmth. His only complaint? Your cold hands. And when you press your freezing feet against his back just to mess with him, you instantly regret it. Because, really, why are you running? He just wants to hold you (and maybe bite you - fair payback, and your cheeks are too tempting).

After moments of intimacy, he prefers lying on his back, with you sprawled over his chest, one leg lazily draped over his waist. Your skin warm and dewy against his, breaths still a little uneven as they start to slow. Your fingertips absentmindedly trace the scars scattered across his ivory skin, a soft, familiar touch that makes him sigh in contentment.

He cups your face, tilting it up so he can kiss you, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek. It’s slow, tender - one of those kisses that lingers, that you both sink into without realizing how much time is passing. He smiles against your lips, unable to help himself. And then, because he can never resist, those slow kisses turn playful. He starts peppering your entire face with pecks, laughter bubbling up as his fingers sneak to your sides, tickling just enough to make you squirm.

Even though he’s someone who always needs touch, who thrives on it, more than anything, he just feels lucky - to have you, to hold you, to love you.

[deathofacupid]

satoru gojo made a point to come home with at least some cuts and bruises. sure, he had his reversed curse technique, but he was also selfish. a little bit, at least.

nothing crazy, nothing enough to kill him. he’d just lower his infinity for a moment, long enough for another to get a lick on him. it was like he collected them. shiny badge of... your attention?

obviously, if anything, he’d have to try to get hurt. which did, in fact, make this a little harder. he’d have to be careful to get hurt just enough.

and, you? well, you were never the wiser.

everyday night, he’d come come with 'battle wounds', and you’d rush to his side, making sure he was okay. you’d stress about it, even though it was something akin to a paper cut.

you didn’t know about his ‘self-healing’, no, why would you?

he feels a little bad, when your brows knit together, and a frown graces your face. but, when your hands are on him, gently tending — soothing — the guilt seems to wash away.

“‘toru,” you coo, gently applying the anti-septic. he doesn’t hiss at the sting, he’s gotten used to you applying it. he barely hums back, opting to lovingly gaze at you.

“does it hurt anywhere?” you ask.

“no— wait, yeah.” he taps on his temple, and you press a kiss there. he hated the headache his six-eyes gave him, but this seemed like one of the times it was worth it.

“and here,” satoru continues, a spot on his cheekbone. it’s a newly forming bruise, but it doesn’t hurt at all. he’ll use his technique when you’re asleep, wounds — if you can even call them that — disappearing.

funny thing was, you just assumed he was a quick healer.

you press a kiss, there, too. a grin grows on his lips, one he doesn’t bother to suppress. it’s signature of his. there’s a glint of mischief in satoru’s eyes, but if you’re being honest, there always seems to be.

“right here,” he says, pointing to his lips, pouting slightly. “really bad.”

“aw,” you giggle, “poor baby.” despite that, you kiss him anyways. soft and warm, just how he likes it.

but, then again, he’d like anything you gave him.

so, yeah, satoru may be the strongest, but when it comes to you?

he’s the weakest.

literally.

[getozempic]

guys im new to tumblr but i just had a thought about pornstar!gojo that i had to share. plsss can i sit at the gojofucker table for lunch plsss ^^

pornstar!satoru who just so happens to live in the apartment next to yours. sharing a wall means you don't get to be blissfully ignorant about his profession, because he just has to be a workaholic... or sex addict if you look at it in a different light. some nights you get no sleep because of the banging of a headboard against the wall and the long drawn out moans that sound a little too real for porn. if satoru wasn't such a good neighbor (or so attractive) you'd make a noise complaint by now.

but of course you get curious one night when one of the 'co-stars' he has over is crying joyous climax. surely he's not that good, right? you don't even register your actions as you open up your laptop and search up his name.

of course you click the first link that comes up. and of course you hold your breath as the first video loads up and you find out he's a whole lot bigger than you had imagined he was. then, of course, you scold yourself for thinking about his dick size in the first place as you dip your fingers beneath the waistband of your pyjama pants to touch yourself in time to the thrusts of his cock into someone else.

you have him on full view in the video in front of you, and the sounds of him fucking some girl into her third or fourth orgasm of the night just beyond the thin walls of your apartment. but the video in front of you ends and so you click on his profile and press play on the first thing that comes up because you're horny and in need of visual stimulation.

but you realize once the video starts up that it isn't a recorded porn video, it's a livestream: a cam show. you're watching your neighbor fuck some girl stupid while you're on the other side of the decorated wall in his background fucking yourself dumb on your fingers wishing it was him.

hundreds of people are watching, too, but none of them are hearing it in real time. feeling the walls vibrate each time the headboard hits it. none of them are going to wake up in the morning and bump into him in the hallway. he'll tell you good morning and get that sheepish look on his face because he knows he's loud when he cums and you look too tired to have slept through his orgasm.

you time your climax with his. release all over your sticky fingers when he cums deep in the girl he's got pinned into a mating press beneath him. you then realize, of course, that you'll never be able to look your neighbor in the eyes ever again now that you've watched him drain his balls into someone else, and you close your laptop lid to sleep.

you swear it will never happen again.

until it does.

the next night you're sitting on your couch with your laptop open. sitting in the waiting room of his cam show, a little 'thehonoredone will be live soon!' notification lighting up your screen as you make sure your toy is charged.

when there's a knock on your door, and you get up to answer it in your horny-brain-fog state just to swing the door open to satoru gojo, who is asking if he can borrow a laptop charger because his broke and he really can't have his laptop die in the middle of his... work meeting.

and you're so bashful seeing him, especially after what you did to yourself whilst thinking of him the night prior, that you don't even think about it, you just let him in! and the man you've now seen cum ropes is stepping into your apartment just to see your laptop (and vibrator) left laying on the couch. with his camshow waiting room open.

you'd be mortified if you had the time to be. because you don't know how or why it happens, but within minutes satoru's scheduled solo show turns into a marathon sex stream. 'SEEING HOW MANY TIMES I CAN MAKE MY NEIGHBOR CUM' is streamed live to hundreds of people who are all doing what you did last night, as they watch you get folded in half and fucked mean.

the screen doesn't even do it justice. he's big and rough but gentle in a way you can't think of the words to describe because the tip of his cock keeps kissing your cervix over and over again. the hands that you've only felt once when you shook his hand in greeting are now physically holding your thighs up so he can get deeper inside of you.

you learn a few things about your neighbor that night: like how he loves it when you say his name. and how he bites when he cums, sinks his teeth into your neck or shoulder or your chest when he spills into you just to fuck it deep and keep going. he also points out to you, when he whispers low in your ear so none of his viewers can hear, that every single person he's brought over to fuck, resembles you in some way or another.

you learn that they're all so loud because he really is just that good, but also because he wanted them to be loud. he wanted you to hear them get fucked mindless so that you'd get all hot and bothered at the thought of it happening to you too!

you also learn, as he fucks you through your last orgasm (sixth, by the way), that stumbling in on you gearingup to watch his pornm wasn't a mistake. he saw your name in his audience list... plus, he heard you time your orgasm with his lat night.

the walls are thin, after all.

[baepsays]

⋆.˚ FAT, JUCIY, & WET⭑.ᐟ⸻ Nerdjo.

THAT GOOD KITTY-KITTY, GOOD KITTY-KITTY. MAKE IT MY PET. ᯓ★ When you got involved with Gojo Satoru, you thought—'oh great.' Who knew how great things were about to get for him.

pairings ᯓ★ Nerd Gojo Satoru x reader

cw ᯓ★ NSFW, MDNI, spies, work place romance, fem oriented reader, use of she/her pronouns and the word 'girl', mentions of drugs, human trafficking and illegal activities, lowkey enemies to lovers?, reader is a badass, mention jerking off, hand jobs, biting, fingering, high key exhibitionism, grinding, sneak peek into how big of a whore I am for spanks, some action thriller stuff, pervy Gojo, virgin Gojo, he is such a loser creep, down bad course 101 by Nerdtoru, I do not condone his behavior, lock him up I say u_u, tit play kinda, plot heavy, but also plot is for the smut.

a/n: find 3-aem's art used in the header here, and have funnnn, lol. this is nerd (me) on nerd (Nerdjo) crime.

It was fucked up as it is you have to suddenly work with some new partner now; first train him, and build a rapport with him. The fact that it has to be a complete lost cause loser, who can't hold his liquor, was just the shit on top of your already fungus ridden cake.

“I don't even know the first thing about women!!! How am I supposed to charm them and get information out of them!!??” A very drunk and very sad Gojo cried with the left side of his face squished on the table.

Sitting across from him, getting the front row seat of the nonchalant Gojo Satoru, the intelligence and strategy team wiz, having a meltdown, was great. If only it did not come at the cost of your own job and sanity. Life was good working as a solo spy, where your coworkers in the same division were paired off, you never had to pretend with a colleague. Most of your work involved; breaking in, charming men, sometimes beating up people, if the situation required—get them into bed. 

It never really went too far, but you have definitely done some stuff to complete the task. And you wish your job was not as hands on as it was, if only you were Gojo Satoru. Who was having fun being a behind the scenes guy. But there are only so many people working under such a secretive department under the government. Especially spies, they are very limited.

Which leads us to the matter at hand, the whole department drinking and having fun, with the excuse that Gojo got a promotion. Gojo himself would contradict to say this felt more like a demotion. Sure, he got a raise. But who cares about money when your life rides on your sex appeal and you are a pathetic virgin, who'd rather find every single detail about some president by breaking into all his digital devices and every record of his existence. Instead of wooing his secretary for that information.

He does not like the long way around things. He would rather take what he needs the easiest way possible. And preferably behind a screen.

“I AM LITERALLY A VIRGIN! WHAT WAS THE BOSS THINKING!??” 

“Give me that glass. You had enough. And stop shouting that you're a virgin.”

“But I am.” Seeing Gojo Satoru pouting and whining to you was not on your annual bingo. Yet here you are.

“What do you want me to do? Make you, not a virgin?” He did not say yes, or nod. But it was clear behind those thick shell frame spectacles, it did not matter to him that you were being sarcastic. He just wanted you to take his goddamn virginity. And he was ready to silently plead like a wet cat to make it happen.

And who knew, you would be giving the biggest loser in the department, a handjob in an alleyway behind the restaurant you regular with your colleagues. Sure it was dark there, but the length on the bastard was not something some dim alley can hide.

“God you’re huge.” you moved your thumb to press on his tip, and felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch. “B-baby.”

“A few strokes and I am suddenly your baby?”

“Ple-please.”

“Look at you, stuttering for once. No smart explanations or anything?”

You pick up the pace at which you were pumping his cock, while continuing to leave kisses along his, now bare chest, button ups are sure easy to get rid of. Your other hand focused on holding onto his neck, keeping his head low and leaning on your head. His hands were gripping your waist with such desperation, they were bound to leave marks, and you did not mind the thought of it to your surprise.

Just as Satoru started vigorously shaking, seemingly close to his release, his hands roamed lower down your ass. “I think i will-”

“Did you see those two? I swear I saw them going to the restroom.” 

Shit. That was your boss.

Both of you looked at each other with complete horror written all over your faces. With speed, you two managed to sneak behind the dumpster in the alley. And waited out for your boss to leave, with Satoru basically half naked, with a now flaccid cock hanging out and about.

“Guess I am not losing my virginity today.” And all you do is roll your eyes in the dark, which despite not being able to see your face—Satoru definitely felt it.

After that nothing really happened. Just that Satoru moved to your section of the department, and made himself cozy in the desk across from you. Until you two got assigned to your first mission together.

“You want me to sneak into an orgy with this guy?” “Hey! I have the appeal!” You really did not have it in you to retort him with any insult. 

“Well. Mr. Hashimoto is a regular at this club and at their underground ‘parties’, the people there do not just let anyone in there.”

“So we go there and I keep a close eye on her?” Satoru seemed eased with the simplicity of the task, he just needed to be your bodyguard in the shadows. He can do that! Despite his defensiveness, he definitely was not getting into an orgy, and not that he wanted to be there anyway.

“I wish it was that simple.” Your boss got off his chair to stand in front of you two, to explain further details of the case. “Well, they only let couples in there. Only members and executives are allowed to go in there alone. A lot of stuff goes on there, human trafficking, drugs, money laundering, you name it.” 

“So I act like her sleazy boyfriend!?”

“Exactly. Just do enough to have the people scouting there, to let you guys into the private room. Take some pictures of Hashimoto in the act for now. We will assess the situation from there. ”

You knew this was going to be one pain in the ass of a mission.

The plan was simple. Look hot, get in, grind on this loser on the dance floor, get in the private room, look like you want Satoru to fuck your brains out then and there, take incriminating pictures of Hashimoto, and fuck off. If they let you easily get away with it, that is. So far the plan was going smoothly, landing on the dance floor with your back to Satoru’s chest, grinding your ass on him, and making it convincing enough that you were one shameless couple. 

“You sure are putting your all into this, baby.” Satoru had his left hand on your hips, helping you grind into his thighs, while his right hand stayed pressed under your breasts. Occasionally the right hand moved up and down your bare thighs, the mini skirt was definitely getting to him on top of your ass. It is not that often he sees you in such attire in the office, on duty and off duty, you were two very different people.

“Talk about yourself. Not looking half bad.” He swapped his usual glasses for shades, got a few fake piercings on his ears, accessories, and a very low neckline black shirt. Paired with his ripped snug fitted denim and boots—he was looking his part, with the tousled hairdo instead of his usual neatly brushed and well kept hair. 

“You can just say I look fuckable, baby.” You could not deny that. He was looking really, ‘fuckable’, as he put it. His salty ocean smelling cologne was like a reverie in the mob of sweaty people. Especially now that you know his big words match what is in his pants, it was hard to deny that you found this man hot. 

It is not some sort of revolutionary information. Gojo Satoru has always been cute. He was nice to look at from a far, up close whenever he opened his mouth it was just intolerable. Especially when you are coming back straight to the office after some overnight mission.

“Did you pop a boner!?” “Who do you think I am? A monk? You are literally grinding on me.” You might have gotten preoccupied with the not so little problem poking your ass, but Satoru was still keeping a lookout for the people you guys needed. And he found a guy staring at you guys long enough to be assured that he was the guy who could get you two in.

“Follow my lead.” “No way. I am the one in charge here.” Satoru did not waste time fighting you. He dragged you to the nearest booth, closest to the guy, sat you both down and practically jumped you, to lay you down on the seat. His lips ended up on yours, While he pushed you further into the cushion of the seat, going all in, with his tongue. Making sure to explore every crevice of your mouth, with some teeth and all.

He was amateur and inexperienced. And it showed, but that did not shadow the fact that he was pretty good for someone who is basically a digimon frantic loser, chasing down Geto in the halls, almost daily, to show him his new shiny cards.

“Hey guys.” The guy who was looking at you guys for a while came up to you, but his first greeting went unheard to both of your ears. At least to Satoru’s ears it did, but you made sure to not answer him on the first greeting. After his third hey, you pinched Satoru on his nape to snap him out of the make out session he has found himself engrossed in. Luckily the guy, desperate at this point, shouts a greeting loud enough for the booths on either side to hear.

“HELLO!” “Damn dude. Chill, you need something important enough to distract me from my girl?” The way Satoru replied to him so nonchalantly, while picking you up from your spot and sitting you down on his knees, as he sat up himself, made you dizzy in the head. Or maybe it was because you sat up too quickly. Sure, let's say that is the reason.

“You guys wanna get somewhere private? I work for this place and we are particularly accommodating to couples.”

You did not say anything in reply, you left it to Satoru, out of trust? Who knows. But this was again, very unusual of you.

Upon agreement the guy led you two to the private room. He took you to the second floor of the club, then a very well hidden tucked away hallway. After walking down that hallway, it led to a singular door at the very end, which required a password from the guy who led you there, to open it. The guy whispered the password to some guy on the otherwise who unlocked the door from the inside.That was the last you saw that guy before walking into the room, holding Satoru's hand.

Honestly the environment was way off. You've done missions involving large scale parties, galas, and went there by foraging identities. But this was no charity ball. It was littered with groups of people and couples mostly of your age, all over these couches, chairs, and even tables in the middle of this huge room, making out or doing more. Which were surrounded by booths similar to the ones you saw in the actual club. And there were only men, who looked rich enough to buy out this entire place, in those booths. Surrounded by women and lines of substances in front of them, with the smell of alcohol lingering everywhere.

This place was full of trouble. One slip and you can not only lose your life, but maybe worse.

“Are you ok?” Satoru leaned down a bit to whisper in your ear, completely ignoring the guy ahead of you two, who opened and closed the door. Unable to muster any sound out of your throat, you just nodded a yes at him, and went on to look for Hashimoto. This was not the time to get nervous, especially not when you have a rookie with you.

Hashimoto was in a booth at the very corner tucked away from everyone's sight. The only way to get a peek at him, meant getting a seat at the couch adjacent to his booth. Which was fortunately empty for Satoru to drag you there.

“Do you know what you are doing?” He plopped down on the couch, manspreading enough to take up at least three people’s space. 

“Trust me, ok angel?” He reassured you as he pulled you down on his lap, making you straddle him, which made you effectively face him—with a pretty clear view of Hashimoto’s table.

“Now I am an angel?” Your eyes flickered back to him, making sure to look as nonchalant as you could have, while adjusting your hands around his neck. Making sure the bracelet on your wrist had the perfect view of the table you wanted to take pictures of. 

Meanwhile Satoru got to work with his mouth, making it more productive than running his mouth. With one pull on your waist, you were practically sticking to him, while his mouth roamed from the base of your neck, shoulders to the column of your throat. “Why? Deem yourself devil incarnate?” The smirk on his face, that you felt stretching on your skin, was followed by a nibble and bite.

It was no easy job to take those pictures when Satoru made it his own personal mission to make you squirm and helped you grind on him. His mouth was capable of greatness, that is the conclusion you came to as his tongue and lips gilded all over your exposed skin. From your face, to chin, jaw and lower. Making sure to avoid your lips at any cost, even with you trying to subtly get a kiss out of him. His right hand remained fixed on your waist, pressing down on it from time to time. The other hand was busy and full with your tits. Slightly pulling down on your top to make them spill out just enough for him to slobber all over them. The cold metal rim of his shades was such a contrast to his warm tongue. You had no idea how it was still on him. But it is not like he had any other option. It needed to record everything.

Well maybe not the part that was going on in between you two. Oh well, he is going to edit the footage later anyway. Not that you were thrilled about that. 

Such thoughts were of concern for later. Because how is this loser who was crying about being a virgin just a few days ago, absolutely smashed from one drink. And was practically melting under your touch in a random alleyway—transformed into this suave and slick guy.

“Are you making sure to take good enough pictures? Hmm, angel?”

No. No, you were not. You were basically shaking already and all this guy did was feel you up a bit and did not even kiss you yet.

As if right on que, he kissed you. And this time it was less teeth, there were still teeth. Just that this time he was using his teeth for better use, by using them to pull on your lips just enough to make you open your mouth to only shove his tongue up against your tongue. And his left hand slipped under your top, his fingers were sweaty and clammy. And somehow that felt good on your skin, as it felt as if it was burning. It also reminded you that this js still the Gojo Satoru you knew, the little nervous and awkward guy he has always been.

And when his right hand came down to move from grabbing your waist, to groping your ass, to then land a slap loud enough to echo in the room—a moan slipped out of you. It was not the kind to disintegrate into his lips, because even Satoru stopped feverishly kissing you, to stare at you for a second. 

He was caught completely off guard, but that did not mean he had the time to register that, he could not make it seem this was the first time he heard you moan. Scratch the fact he is a virgin, he has spent practically every night listening to women scream and moan on at least one of his devices. But this was you. He has recorded you chugging down a water bottle after training, to then later get off to that very innocent clip. So the blush creeping up all over his face was nothing compared to how red he usually becomes while jerking off to thoughts and videos and pictures of you, which he took with his professional grade cameras. He was way too excited to go through the footage from the camera recorder on his shades, not because he is an exemplary officer of the law, who wanted to put these criminals in front of the judiciary with incriminating proof. But because he was going to get the most golden piece of jerk off material to add onto his stash. Thank goodness he was wearing these shades, because you would have definitely deciphered what a guilty little creep he was. 

“Guess we are putting on a show huh?” A smirk rolled around the corners of his lips, while you rested your forehead on his shoulder to ground yourself and take pictures of Hashimoto, who was now looking directly at you.

“Shut up. I got the shots.” “Aw, good girl.” You did not have a reply to really retort his statement. 

“Keep ‘em safe for me ok?” Satoru slid his shades off his eyes and put them on your eyes, revealing eyes which could devour you whole. The whole room was practically staring at you at this point, but no looks were even half as consuming as those blue ones. “Gotta get everything right?”

One second you are readjusting yourself to get the best angle of Hashimoto, and then you are thrashing forward in Satoru’s arms, as he slides his index finger inside you, all in one go. You had no idea when he pushed your underwear to the side or when did his hand even go under your skirt. Maybe you were too occupied with the mission, or just that his other hand which was tugging on your nipples, was just too much in itself. 

“Oh my god, you are sooo wet.” If he was not so enamored by you and your cunt, he would have done something about all the men ogling you, trying to catch a glimpse of your pretty pussy as he slowly moved it around to feel you all up from inside. To see the source of those gushing, squelching noises, and those deafening and lethal moans. He wanted all these people in this room, dead.

“N-no. wait.” You felt a second finger trying to enter you, and you were basically gone. Thank goodness these shades did not need to be manually operated. 

“Ah well, made them look and made you stutter. Must be doing something right. Right, baby?”

You had nothing in you to answer him. You were too busy putting on a show. Trying your best to keep your head steady on his shoulder to get the best angel of the guy across you. And while you were fighting for your life, Satoru was having the time of his life. Sliding in a third finger, his eyes stayed trained in the barely existent gap between you two, to get a glimpse or two of his own fingers going in and out of you at a pace too animalistic, even if his arm was getting in the way—he was satisfied with the here and there peaks at your folds swallowing his fingers in. It was all puffy and slick with your own cum, and it felt like the most precious juicy fruit was in his grasp. 

“I am-” “Me too baby. Come for me, won’t you do me that favor hmm? Take all my firsts. Please.” A single miserable plea was enough to have you throw your head back, digging your nails in his neck to the point of breaking his skin, you came all over his fingers and pants—never in your life have you had a man make you cum this hard with his fingers alone. And it was an amateur loser on top of that. 

“Done?” He asked while pulling you down on his shoulders once again. He took the shades off you, and patted the back of your head as you twitched in his arms, still high and limp. “D-done.”

“Let’s get out of here then.”

Which is easier said than done. Especially when these men have had the show of their lives, they wanted a taste as well. Just as Satoru moved you in his arms to get you out of there, the guy with the keys to the door came up to you guys.

“Excuse me, but we need you to leave.”

“We are doing exactly that.” Satoru said, with a grin wide and sarcastic enough to piss the guy off. “I meant just you. Leave the girl. One of our patrons has asked for her.” You were sure this was Hashimoto’s request. No one in this room is powerful enough to wield such exclusive amenities. 

“Well. Now that I can't do, you know? She’s my girl afterall. ” You were hiding your face in his chest, getting ready to pull out the knife hidden in your boots, but the way Satoru said ‘my girl’ for the second time tonight—maybe you feel a few butterflies in your stomach. Or maybe it was the orgasm. 

“Leave her here, and fuck off with some cash in your pocket or we can get rid of you easily.” It took Satoru no more than a second to lift you up in his arms, as he kicked the guy hard enough to fall face first on the floor. Before any of the other staff could get to you two, you jumped out of his arms, to get the keys off that guy’s keyholder dangling on his waist. You grabbed onto Satoru’s hands to run for the door, just as you opened the door, Satoru took out the little smoke bomb hidden away in his belt. 

“Disperse. I will go that way, you go the opposite. Jump down the window I showed you. Regroup in the car. Ok?” You explained your best to Satoru as you ran down to the crowded dance floor to catch a bit more time.

“Ok!” You both nodded at each other before heading your respective ways. But before you could leave, He grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you close to him to lean down enough to whisper in your ears, loud enough for you to hear in the sea of people and deafening music. 

“Be safe.” You could not see his face, but you could still discern the concern in his voice. And maybe something more.

“You better see me in one piece.” You warned him in return before you two ran in opposite directions.

“Ah. If it is not the dream team!” Your boss exclaimed with joy as you two walked in his office.

It has been two days since the mission. Thankfully you two made it to the getaway car just fine that day. But neither of you said anything the entire car ride as you two got driven down to the base. The next two days you did not see Satoru. You assumed he was too busy editing all the evidence and compiling them. He had more on his plate now, than he was already tasked with before. You did reach out to him to offer help. But he just turned you down with maximum of one worded replies. 

“Everything came out fine, right?” Satoru asked as he walked two steps away from you. “Oh yes! Do not worry about it. Our team already seized the place yesterday.”

When you came out of the boss’s chamber, Satoru seemed in a hurry. Rushing as fast as he could, away from you. I mean, it was all for the mission, right? Now that it is over, who even is he to you but some loser who is eerily obsessed with you. Not that you know that. Or maybe you do. Maybe you already know how big of a loser he actually is. 

“Trying to run now?” “I don’t know what you mean.” You had to pull Satoru in the closest storage room to corner him. Because why was he being all weird now? 

“Sure you do, you-” When you turned the light on, his entire neck and both his ears were beet red. His eyes were looking glossy and not because of his high prescription usual spectacles. And when you got closer to him, you could feel him—warm and stiff in his pants.

“Are you seriously hard right now?” He looked away from you, like he did not dirty talk in your ears and made you cum in front of a room full of dangerous people, just the other day. 

“Can you blame me?” When he finally looked into your eyes, you could not help but break into a smile. Somehow you got wrapped around this loser’s fingers, literally.

“Remember how you asked me to take all your firsts?” He started getting more red as he nodded a weak yes.

“Meet me at my place after work.” You got on your tippy toes to kiss him, and pulled on his lips with your teeth, similarly as he did. You grabbed onto the collar of his button up shirt, to drag him down to your face. And when his shaky hands moved up to hold onto your waist, after he barely came down from the initial surprise, you shoved him off you. And he went stumbling into the boxes piled up behind him.

And with that you left the poor guy to tend to the giant mess he made in his pants, and a card in his palm, that had your personal number and address on it. The card also said something else in your handwriting, that almost gave him a nosebleed. 

‘Your girl, loser.’

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hope after a few here and there drabbles i did justice to Nerdjo. he has been rotting my brain for months. definitely wanted to write something for him and inspiration just came idkkkk how I came up with the whole goverment employed spy stuff. i think i like thinking up this sort of spy and work dynamics and i wanted to write Nerdjo out of academic setting, there are far more superior works about that, I have done enough in academics. just something obscure enough to not only be work place romance but also a bit of a shitty action thriller? so ig you can say this is also spy Gojo. but not really, he is just a weirdo who is definitely not lowkey obsessed with you that is all. put him on field by himself and he is shitting himself.

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[cuntyji]

ib by toji's version of this post by @reignpage, no reader gender specified - can be read as male/female/gn whatever!!!! toji & reader are in an established relationship [of your choice - dating/marrried].

“fucccckkk, yeah—right there. harder. deeper, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. put y'er whole weight into it.”

“jesus fucking christ, could you two keep it down?” gojo groaned, dramatically pressing a pillow over his face as yet another loud, guttural moan echoed through the walls. megumi, sitting cross-legged on the couch, shot him a disgusted glance. “can you not involve jesus in this?”

"yeah, it’s already bad enough we can hear it, don’t make it worse with religious guilt," nobara added, stuffing popcorn into her mouth. yuuji, however, looked oddly concerned. “but… doesn’t he sound like he’s in pain?”

a particularly loud moan rattled the walls.

megumi pinched the bridge of his nose. “i hate that you’re making me say this, but maybe that’s how he likes it.”

gojo shot up from his seat. “that’s it! i’m putting an end to this.”

“sensei, for the love of god, don’t—”

but gojo was already marching toward the room, righteous fury in his steps. he didn’t just suffer through one interrupted scene of legally blonde—oh no, this had been going on for the entire movie, and he was at his limit.

with zero hesitation, he slammed open the door.

“okay, first of all—what the actual fu—”

his words died in his throat. because instead of whatever soul-scarring image he had prepared himself for, he found you walking on toji’s back.

literally.

you had one foot pressing into his shoulder blade, the other digging into his lower spine, your arms outstretched for balance.

toji, lying face down on the futon, groaned as you applied more pressure. “ah—fuck, yeaahhhh, right there.”

gojo blinked once.

twice.

thrice.

“...what the hell am i looking at.”

you turned your head lazily. “a deep tissue massage?”

toji, still lying flat on his stomach, grunts. “the fuck d'ya want?”

gojo raises a shaky hand. “i—i don’t know what’s worse. the fact that i thought you were getting absolutely railed into next week, or the fact that i thought you were the one getting railed into next week.”

your eye twitches. “i’m giving him a massage.”

“is that what you kids are calling it nowadays?”

“oh my god—”

“so you admit this is weird,” gojo snaps, pointing aggressively. “like, i came here to tell you to shut the fuck up, ‘cause i can’t hear reese witherspoon’s iconic ‘what, like it’s hard?’ line over your sex noises—”

“not sex noises,” you interrupt.

“—and what do i find? you stepping all over toji like a goddamn cockroach. i don’t know if i should be relieved or more disturbed.”

“ever had a slipped disc before, six eyes? feels like god’s punishing you for every bad thing you’ve ever done,” toji grumbled, his voice muffled against the futon. “this is the closest i’ve gotten to enlightenment.”

you pressed your heel into a particularly stiff knot. toji let out an obscene moan.

gojo recoiled like he’d been physically struck.

“nope. nope.” he turned on his heel, immediately exiting the room. “i don’t know if this is better or worse than what i thought i’d see, but i’m not sticking around to find out. i think i’d rather have walked in on you two fucking.”

yuuji, megumi, and nobara watched as he returned to the couch, sat down in complete silence, and resumed watching legally blonde.

“…so?” nobara asked, nudging him.

gojo simply popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth and said, deadpan, “megumi was right. he likes it rough.”

[unknowncyklopz]

NerdSatoru! Is just so obsessed with eating your pussy

You could be in the damn near empty library and he'll just slip under the desk and paw at your cute and chubby thighs with that pleading face of his.

"Baby please? Need to taste you so bad" he'll murmur into your inner thigh.

So, of course, being the amazing girlfriend you are, you let NerdSatoru! eat your already soaking cunt in the library. Because, well, who are you to deny your needy boy?

NerdSatoru! Is a messy eater, too. Not only is your essence on his entire face, but it is also covering the entirety of your inner thighs. He's messily dragging his tongue across your clit and hole, but also sucking on your cute and puffy clit like a fucking lollipop.

NerdSatoru! even adds his fingers to the mix. He'll use two lanky fingers to push inside your tight hole while using the other hand's thumb to pull up the hood of your clit and lick like a madman.

Eventually, you'll start to feel your orgasm rounding the corner, so you'll beg and plead NerdSatoru! To let you cum. He knows your limits, and once he's for sure you're about to cum, he'll stop.

NerdSatoru! Will pull his fingers out from you while looking into your eyes and say with that damn smirk in his face

"I wanna finish at the dorms. I don't wanna get banned from the library for you screaming"

[solaceseven]

THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU SECOUND-GUESS YOUR 'FRIENDSHIP'

→ pairings: gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro.

→ a/n: finally had the time to write something!! school has been keeping me busy!! implied female reader for toji’s part.

GOJO - being touchy.

you’re used to gojo’s touch.

the way he drapes himself over your shoulders like a human scarf, pulling you into his side without a second thought. the way his hand finds the small of your back when he guides you through a crowd, his palm pressing firm against you, like he’s staking a silent claim. you’ve grown accustomed to the way he plays with your fingers absentmindedly—twisting your rings, tracing circles over your knuckles—while he rambles about something completely unrelated.

it’s always been like this.

that’s what you tell yourself, at least. that it doesn’t mean anything. that he’s like this with everyone.

but lately, it’s been getting harder to believe that.

because his touches have started to linger. his fingers don’t just graze your wrist anymore—they rest there, warm and grounding, his thumb brushing slow, deliberate strokes against your pulse. when he reaches for something above your head, he doesn’t just stretch over you; he presses his chest against your back, close enough that you feel the heat of him seep into your skin.

and then there’s the way he looks at you.

like right now.

you’re both sprawled out on his couch, half-watching some random movie he insisted was a classic (it’s not), when you feel it—his fingers, absentmindedly tracing shapes on your wrist.

you try not to react, try to focus on the screen, but your breath catches anyway. if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. he just keeps going, slow and lazy, the pads of his fingers skating along your skin like he’s mapping out something only he can see.

your pulse jumps when his fingers move up—tracing the inside of your forearm now, featherlight. it’s not accidental. you know it. he knows it.

but he doesn’t stop.

you sneak a glance at him, expecting that usual smug grin, but he’s still staring at the screen. too casual. too relaxed. he’s testing you.

like he’s waiting for you to do something about it.

you should move your arm. you should pull away. you should call him out.

but you don’t.

because the way he’s touching you now—it’s not friendly. it’s not casual. it’s not something he does with anyone else.

and the worst part?

he knows you know it.

GETO - never correcting people when they assume you’re his partner.

you don’t think anything of it at first.

you and geto move through the grocery store like you always do—bickering over which brand of cereal is better, tossing random snacks into the cart, laughing when he makes fun of your terrible attempts at balancing fruit on top of an already overflowing pile of groceries.

it’s easy. it’s comfortable. it’s just you and him.

and then you get to checkout.

the cashier, an older woman with kind eyes, watches as geto effortlessly lifts the heavy bags before you can even reach for them. he does it without thinking, just like how he had taken the cart from you earlier, just like how he always opens doors for you, just like how his hand had rested on the small of your back when guiding you through the aisles.

she smiles warmly.

“you two make such a lovely couple.”

you freeze.

your brain short-circuits for a split second, mouth already opening to correct her, but then—then you hear nothing from geto.

not a single word of clarification. not even a chuckle or a shake of his head.

nothing.

instead, he just hums, tilting his head slightly as if considering the statement. he doesn’t deny it. doesn’t laugh it off. just lets the words sit there, completely unbothered.

your head snaps toward him, eyes wide.

he meets your gaze, entirely too calm, a slow smirk forming at the corner of his lips. and then—because he’s absolutely insufferable—he leans in slightly, voice smooth as silk.

“you hear that?” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. “we’re a lovely couple.”

you want to strangle him.

your reaction must be obvious because the cashier just beams, clearly convinced she was right. “oh, young love is so sweet. you take good care of them, dear.”

geto chuckles, and before you can protest, he effortlessly places a hand on the back of your head, ruffling your hair like you’re some flustered little thing.

“always,” he says smoothly.

you don’t remember the rest of the transaction. you’re too busy contemplating whether it’s legal to strangle someone with a grocery bag.

as you’re walking out, geto leans in again, voice dripping with amusement.

“you could’ve corrected them,” he muses, lips dangerously close to your ear. “but you didn’t.”

your stomach flips. you hate that he’s right.

NANAMI - always taking care of you.

you don’t plan on staying this late.

but time slips away between deadlines and last-minute emails, and before you know it, the office is nearly empty, the sky outside painted in deep shades of navy. you sigh, rubbing your temples, already dreading the long commute home.

by the time you step out onto the quiet street, the city lights glowing around you, your phone buzzes.

you don’t have to check to know who it is.

nanami: where are you?

your stomach flips.

you: just leaving work. why?

the message is barely delivered before another one comes in.

nanami: stay there. i’ll be there in five.

you frown at your screen. he was nearby?

true to his word, exactly five minutes later, a familiar figure approaches.

nanami, dressed in his usual crisp attire, looking entirely too put together for this hour. he doesn’t say anything at first, just glances at you, scanning you over like he’s checking for any signs of exhaustion.

“you should have left earlier,” he says, voice even, but you catch the slight furrow of his brow.

you roll your eyes. “yeah, well, i got caught up.”

“hm.” he exhales, the sound bordering on exasperation, before tilting his head toward the direction of your apartment. “let’s go.”

you blink. “what?”

“i’ll walk you home.”

you huff a laugh. “nanami, it’s fine. i can handle walking alone.”

he gives you a flat look, as if the idea is so ridiculous it doesn’t even warrant a response. Instead of arguing, he simply starts walking, fully expecting you to follow.

and—of course—you do.

it’s not the first time he’s done this. You know it won’t be the last.

he doesn’t hover, doesn’t lecture you about staying late. but his presence is solid beside you, steady and unwavering. his hands stay in his pockets, but you know—if anything were to happen, if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way—he’d be on them in a second.

as you near your building, you sneak a glance at him. “you didn’t have to do this, you know.”

nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose like you’re the one giving him a headache. “i know.”

“…then why do you?”

he stops walking. turns to face you, studying you for a long moment.

then, with a sigh—like he’s so tired of explaining the obvious—he simply mutters:

“because you don’t take care of yourself.”

and that’s that. no room for debate. no further explanation.

your heart stumbles in your chest.

because he doesn’t say i worry about you. he doesn’t say i do it because I care.

but he doesn’t have to.

the truth lingers in the quiet, in the way he watches you, in the way he makes sure you’re safe—every single time.

and when you step inside your building, looking back one last time, you catch him still standing there. waiting.

making sure you’re okay.

like he always does.

SUKUNA - being unreasonably jealous.

it starts off as nothing.

a passing comment here, an unimpressed scoff there. sukuna has always been blunt, always had a sharp tongue and an even sharper glare. but lately, you start to notice a pattern—one that becomes impossible to ignore.

it happens again tonight.

you’re out with friends, the atmosphere light and easy, laughter filling the air. you’re mid-conversation with some guy—a friend of a friend, nothing special—when you feel it.

that presence.

it’s not loud or obvious, but it’s there. a weight lingering at your back, pressing into your skin before you even turn around.

and when you do—

sukuna is already watching.

seated across the table, one arm draped over the back of his chair, his gaze locked onto you with an expression that makes your stomach flip. bored. blank. irritated.

you try to ignore it. you keep talking, keep laughing at whatever the guy is saying, but it doesn’t matter. because every time you sneak a glance in sukuna’s direction, his eyes are still on you.

unwavering. unrelenting.

you swallow, trying to shake the weird tension creeping up your spine. but then the guy leans in slightly—just slightly—and that’s all it takes.

there’s a sharp scrape of a chair against the floor.

and then sukuna is there, standing beside you, a hand dropping heavily onto your shoulder.

“alright,” he drawls, voice slow, lazy, but carrying something unmistakably sharp. “this conversation looks thrilling.”

the guy stiffens. you do, too.

you glance up at sukuna, narrowing your eyes. “what are you doing?”

“listening.” his fingers tap idly against your shoulder, his weight sinking into the space beside you like he belongs there. “should i join? or is this, what—special?”

your brows furrow. “are you serious?”

he tilts his head slightly, feigning confusion, but you know that look. the glint in his eyes, the smirk barely tugging at his lips—he’s enjoying this.

the guy across from you clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “uh—i was just—”

“no, no,” sukuna interrupts smoothly, finally dragging his gaze away from you to look at him. “you were just what?”

the guy hesitates, then shakes his head. “never mind.”

and just like that, he stands, mumbling something about needing another drink before walking away.

you whip around to face sukuna fully, shoving his arm off your shoulder. “what the hell is wrong with you?”

he doesn’t move, doesn’t even pretend to be remorseful. if anything, he looks amused. “relax,” he hums. “didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

you scoff. “oh? and how exactly was he looking at me?”

sukuna shrugs, completely nonchalant. “like he could have you.” his head tilts, eyes flickering over your face. “and he can’t.”

your heart stumbles.

you open your mouth, then close it. because what do you even say to that? what does he even mean by that?

he smirks at your silence, reaching out to flick your forehead lightly before leaning in—just close enough that your breath catches.

“relax, brat,” he murmurs, voice deep, low, too much. “i’m just looking out for you.”

you should shove him away. roll your eyes. call him out for acting like an overprotective asshole.

but instead, you just sit there, pulse unsteady, second-guessing everything you thought you knew about this friendship.

because you know sukuna. and you know damn well—

this wasn’t just him looking out for you.

TOJI - flirting with you consistently.

it starts small. barely noticeable at first.

a lazy smirk here, a lingering touch there.

you don’t even think much of it in the beginning. it’s just toji being toji, right? he flirts with everyone—cashiers, waitresses, random people in passing. it’s just how he is.

except… it’s different with you.

because when he leans in close, voice dropping lower just for you to hear— “that color looks real good on ya, sweetheart. what, tryna drive me crazy?”—his eyes don’t leave your face. because when his fingers skim the small of your back, guiding you through a crowd, they stay there a second too long to be casual. because when he throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth, he’s comfortable like he belongs there—like he’s claiming that space.

and then there are the compliments.

not just the casual you look nice or that suits you. no, never that simple.

“bet guys lose their damn minds over you.” he says it so offhandedly, like it’s just a fact—just something everyone knows.

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “yeah, sure.”

“i mean it,” he murmurs, and you hate the way your stomach flips when his gaze settles on you, something dark and unreadable in his eyes. “if i were them, i wouldn’t let you outta my sight.”

you tell yourself you’re imagining it—that he’s just messing with you. that’s what he does.

but then it keeps happening.

every single time, without fail.

you’re just trying to grab something from a high shelf? suddenly, he’s behind you, reaching over your head, his chest nearly brushing against your back. he doesn’t have to get that close. he knows it. you know it. but he does it anyway, voice low in your ear as he hands you whatever you needed.

“next time, just ask me, yeah? don’t gotta strain that pretty little neck of yours.”

you push him away, muttering something under your breath, and he just laughs, all smug amusement.

he’s always touching you, like he can’t help himself. a hand grazing the back of your neck when he adjusts your hoodie. his palm resting against your thigh when he leans in to say something. he doesn’t cling to you, doesn’t make a big show of it—but it’s there. subtle. constant. a quiet, unspoken thing.

and then—then, there are the moments that really get to you.

like when you’re out with friends, sitting side by side, and his fingers find the hem of your sleeve. absentmindedly playing with the fabric, rolling it between his fingertips. he doesn’t even seem to notice he’s doing it, just listening to the conversation, relaxed and completely at ease. like touching you is second nature to him.

or when you’re waiting in line for something, standing close, and he leans in just slightly, dropping his voice low.

“keep looking at me like that, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to your lips for half a second. “gonna start thinkin’ you want somethin’ from me.”

your breath catches.

and the worst part? the absolute worst part?

he sees it. every damn time.

sees the way your pulse flutters at your throat. sees the way your fingers twitch, like you don’t know what to do with them. sees the way you avoid his gaze, pretending like your entire body isn’t reacting to him.

and every time, without fail—he just smirks.

like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. like he’s enjoying it. like he’s waiting—patient, unhurried—for you to break first.

and the thing is…

you think he knows you will.

eventually.

[gojopied]

"HE WANT LIPSTICK, LIP GLOSS, HICKEYS TOO!"

───✦ NERD! GOJO X READER

♡ summary: You couldn't care less about newtons laws especially not when your hot tutor was bending you over testing your knowledge.

♡ wc: 4.4k

♡ content warnings: fem! reader, nerd! tutor! gojo, teasing, drinking games (spin the bottle), pining, acting clueless (brief), sqúirting, p in v, spítting, overstim, mentions of recreational drugs (marijuana), protected, not really, big dick gojo, spanking, creampíes, praise.

♡ a/n: my mind and timeline are full of nerd!gojo.

Usually on Fridays, you spend your time at a party getting drunk out of your mind or retail therapy at the mall 10 minutes away. However this Friday you had better plans.

You could feel the heat of him so close, his breath warm against your skin. He smelled like clean laundry and something subtly sweet, and it was impossible to focus on anything but him.

His voice broke through your thoughts, steady and smooth. “Almost. You forgot to convert this.” He tapped the number lightly, his fingers brushing yours in the process.

Your breath hitched just for a second but he didn't seem to notice.

“See?” He corrected the mistake with ease before handing the pen back to you, his usual lopsided grin in place.

You swallowed, nodding. “Thanks.”

He stretched his arms over his head, letting out a sigh, to your dismay he pulled his navy hoodie over his head revealing a black t-shirt. The loose clothes he wore did him no justice, you knew he worked out to some extent but this was not what you expected. His biceps flexed as he leaned onto the table watching you complete the rest of the problem pushing the frames of his glasses back up.

Honestly, you didn't even need help on physics but if it meant you got to be with the hot nerd in your class at his apartment you'd act as clueless as possible. Satoru had been tutoring you for a month on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. But today, he invited you over for some last-minute studying before Monday’s exam.

“Let's take a break. We have been at it for a while now,” he said, glancing at his watch. You nodded, closing your notebook full of notes made by Satoru and yourself. “You're doing amazing at this point. I don't even think you need my help anymore,” he joked, taking a sip from his mug full of green sweet tea.

“You're just a really good tutor.” It wasn't a complete lie, he was a good tutor however you weren't trying to learn anything other than the probability of him bending you over the table.

“You flatter me too much, if anything I'm only checking what you've gotten right.” he laughed, his thick frames going a little crooked. Before he could fix them you did so for him by re-adjusting them. “Oh, thank you,” he murmured a small blush tinting his face.

“No problem, you have really long eyelashes, I'm jealous,” you grinned leaning onto the coffee table with your hands cupping your face. He was just too cute not to tease the way his face began to grow red every time you complimented him or how his glasses would fall to the tip of his nose whenever he moved a little too much. It was addicting.

“You have nice eyelashes as well, they are really pretty,” he said, opening his laptop to his last saved tab. “Anyway, let's get back to work.”

“Aye, Captain Satoru.” you giggled opening your notes back up. The last few problems were good practice and you occasionally asked Satoru for help just to hear your name roll off his tongue.

“Awesome work today,” he yawned, giving you a high five after you finished the last problem. If only he knew how much you enjoyed his praise. “I'll see you Monday I'm sure you'll do great,” he said as you packed your things into your bag a little too slowly but it's not like he noticed.

After pulling on your coat and shoes you hugged Satoru. He was so tall you had to stand on the tip of your toes to reach his neck. “Thank you so much for today, see you later!” smiled as you left out the door. He waved back as you left.

In the car, Satoru sent you the notes he had in case you hadn't written them down. You sent a short thank you with a pink heart acknowledging his message. Scrolling through the messages you shared it was mostly filled with notes and tips he gave you but littered in between them were good night and good morning messages and what you guys had done that day or how either of you were doing.

“You have fun with your lil’ boyfriend.” your roommate joked as you entered your shared dorm. She knew about your crush on Satoru and was the one who encouraged you to ask him for help.

“He is not my boyfriend”

“Yet” she laughed rubbing in her moisturizer on her face on her vanity. You hoped she wasn't wrong because if you wanted to get into this nerd’s Levi jeans you needed far more than a miracle.

- - -

The bass of the music vibrates through the floor, thumping in rhythm with the erratic beat of the crowd. Laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses fill the air, a chaotic symphony that almost drowns out the buzzing hum of my thoughts. The neon lights flicker in jagged bursts, casting fleeting shadows on the faces of people I barely recognize. The scent of alcohol mingles with perfume, the air thick with the warmth of bodies pressed too close together.

Yet all of it—the noise, the movement, the heat—fades when your attention lands on him.

Satoru.

“Holy shit isn't that-”

“No fucking way,” you murmured staring at the white-haired man across the circle from you. He looked so out of place that it was almost funny. You're glad you didn't deny your roommate's invitation to join her at another party when you could text Satoru all day instead of carrying her drunk ass back to your dorms again but this was far better.

“I'm pretty sure all of us know how to play spin the bottle, however, if you've forgotten someone spins and whoever it lands on they have to kiss or take a shot. Is that clear?” Shoko announced to everyone, she picked someone at the end of the circle.

The game was a little childish but not as much as you who silently prayed the bottle didn't land on Satoru anytime it was someone's turn. A few people took shots when it landed on someone just to take a shot or not to kiss them. Every few minutes you would steal glances at Satoru who was talking to a guy with long black hair.

The bottle spun before it landed right in front of Satoru who looked a little shocked since it was the first time it did. The girl did not even hesitate before walking over to Satoru.

Damn it.

She cupped his face before locking lips with him. You stared in utter jealousy as they drew away from each other. A few people oohed at them as the girl sat back down. Satoru's face was a little flushed which you hoped was from alcohol at the party and not the kiss.

A few more people went a few close calls where the bottle almost landed on Satoru again. Then it was your turn, you made a silent prayer in your head for the bottle to land on Satoru. With a flick of your wrist, your braclets making a clattering noise at the movement.

Your heart thumped in your chest as the bottle spun towards Satoru, stopping slowly barely landing on him. You thanked whichever god granted your prayer, hiding your blatant excitement you tried to look a little shocked. You didn't even look towards the shot in front of you when you strode across the circle to him.

Leaning in closer, your breath mingling with his, the scent now mixing with the stale air of the room. Your heart is pounding in your chest, thudding so loudly you're sure he can hear it. The pulse of the music seems to echo in your veins, matching the rhythm of the anticipation hanging between you.

Crawling onto his lap you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer towards you. Your lips connected to his, and his hands, firm yet careful, gripped your waist as he dragged you closer to him. You gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with slow, intoxicating precision.

The party continues to swirl around the both of you, but you felt alone in the midst of it all with him.

Your fingers locked into his hair, it was as soft as it looked, and your hand caressed his nape, feeling how hot he was beneath you. When you finally broke away, your breaths were uneven, and his lips were slightly swollen. Your thumb grazed his bottom lip wiping off your pink lip gloss that was on the outside of his lip.

“Alright love birds break it up.” Shoko quipped taking a shot herself. You sat back in your spot across the circle adjusting your clothes. You glanced at Satoru whose face was tinted red, your lip gloss still on his lips. He adjusted his glasses peering down at his hands the same ones that were on your waist just moments ago.

He smelled like his usual vanilla scent but now there was a faint smell of marijuana on him, possibly from the people smoking somewhere in the house or perhaps he smoked before he came in, you couldn't help your imagination wandering to where his long fingers rolled up a blunt, his pink tongue swiping across the edge of the wood. It was enough to wet your panties as you tugged down your sequin mini-skirt.

Again the bottle spun like it did many times before for the first time it landed on you. You didn't even notice still in bliss from your kiss with Satoru.

It was a guy you didn't exactly recognize, the kiss was short nothing more than a peck yet you couldn't help but notice Satoru’s gaze on you burning holes into your side. Once he backed up and went to his spot you swiped your finger over the outside of your lips cleaning up any lingering lip gloss.

The party kept going, the bottle spinning, people laughing, taking shots, stealing kisses. But your mind was stuck on one thing—Satoru. When it was finally his turn he twisted the bottle it moved fast it passed you twice. Sure it would be greedy to say you didn't want anyone else putting their lips onto Satoru and wanting to keep him to yourself however humans were inherently selfish and you weren't the exception.

Both you and Satoru held contact as the bottle spun, when it stopped Satoru didn't even look the slightest bit shocked. Your brain practically short-circuited at the thought of him explaining the rotational dynamic of the bottle or better yet drawing the equations on your skin.

Quickly he grabbed the shot sitting in front of him and your heart sank. Taking the shot he removed his glasses, clipping them onto the collar of his t-shirt. You could tell he didn't swallow. The circle of people, yourself included, looked thoroughly confused as he approached your lap. You could hear someone say get a room or something of the sort however you couldn't care less. You had Satoru kneeling in front of you glasses free, a rare sight. The last time you saw him completely take his glasses off you reacted the equivalent to a Victorian man catching a glance of an ankle.

He kept his eyes on you. They were so beautiful you couldn't look away even if you tried. His hand cupped your face tracing your jaw, his other trailing up your thigh to the hem of your mini skirt to your bare waist.

He pressed his lips to yours, slow and deliberate as the warm liquid traveled from his mouth into yours. He gave you time to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, your hands found his chest and you swallowed the alcohol. Your throat burned as it traveled down your esophagus. His body was warm beneath your touch, his heartbeat fast against your palm. The kiss deepened naturally, your lips parting just enough for his tongue to brush against yours. It was slow, intoxicating, heat pooling low in your stomach.

You sighed into his mouth, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, and that was when something changed. Satoru let out a quiet groan, low and barely audible, but you felt it vibrate against your lips. His grip tightened, his tongue sliding against yours making your knees grow weak.

When he separated from the kiss, your breaths were jagged, your lips tingling. His eyes were slightly dazed, his pupils blown wide. He pulled the hem of your skirt down that had ridden up before walking back to his spot across the circle. You watched as he put his black frames on not focusing on whatever his friend was saying to him.

“Freaky.” your roommate whistled next to you. “Bet $100 you're not coming back to the dorm tonight.”

Once the game was over you returned to your circle of friends who had also attended the party. You kept your eye on the white-haired man a few feet ahead of you. The air between you and Satoru was thick with something unspoken, something heavy. The party kept moving around you, laughter and music filling the space, but none of it mattered. Not after what happened less than 10 minutes ago. Not when you wanted to take him out of here and jump his bones.

Fuck it.

You approached Satoru, tapping him on his shoulder and leading him upstairs. It was relatively empty except for a few people waiting to get in the bathroom or going downstairs. The loud party going on downstairs was simply background noise. Before you could say anything he spoke first.

“I'm sorry about the drink, it was impulsive-” you interrupted him pulling him down towards you and connecting your lips to his. Your lips withdrew the saliva still connecting your lips. Taking your hand he led you into one of the bedrooms, His bedroom door clicked shut behind you and was quickly locked. The muffled sounds of the party fading away, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the rapid thump of your heartbeat.

He cupped your face, his movements were fast but intentional, like he was savoring the moment like he wanted to memorize the way your skin felt beneath his fingertips. Then he kissed you, and this time, there was no hesitation.

It was all-consuming, deep, and searching, his tongue sliding against yours with a heat that made your head spin. His hands moved down, tracing the curve of your waist before gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the contact, and he took the opportunity to kiss you even deeper, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, making your stomach tighten.

You barely registered him moving, only realizing when the backs of your knees hit the edge of his bed. He guided you down, following without breaking the kiss, his body pressing into yours, warm and solid.

His fingers traced the hem of your cropped tank top, hesitating just slightly. “You're so fucking pretty,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough with restraint opposite to his smooth voice.

You looked up at him, your fingers threading into his soft white hair. “Don’t stop.”

Satoru let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his forehead resting against yours for a split second before his lips found your neck trailing down to your breast leaving wet red marks in his trail. His hands, warm and careful, slipped beneath your top, fingertips ghosting over your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

You arched into his touch, silently urging him on as he fondled your boobs under your fitted top. His breath hitched when you tugged at the hem of his black t-shirt, and he leaned back just enough to peel it off, tossing it somewhere behind him. Your fingers traced his toned stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. He was always hiding under loose hoodies and oversized tees, but damn, the man had a body.

“You're so cute,” you teased, dragging your acrylic nails lightly over his skin.

Satoru swallowed hard, preparing to take off his glasses, but you reached up first, pushing them back up his face. He blinked at you, his ice-blue eyes raking up your body.

“Keep them on.”

His hands explored your body with more confidence now, tracing every dip and curve, like he was memorizing the way you felt beneath him and what kind of reactions he could get out of you.

A deep blush spread across his cheeks, and you could feel how hard he was trying to keep his composure. But the way his hands roamed your body, the way his lips traveled down your abdomen, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

Your fingers found his belt, working at it with practiced ease, and that’s when he groaned—low, quiet, but full of barely restrained tension. The leather fell to the ground as your fingers dipped into his pants stroking his hard cock. He hissed above you, his movements staggered under your touch.

“Fuck- I should've done it at my apartment,” he muttered before pulling up your top only exposing your breast and kissing your nipples, deeper. His fingers found the zipper at the side of your skirt, tugging it down with agonizing slowness. Your breath hitched as he slid it down your hips, his fingertips grazing the bare skin beneath.

He moved back gazing at your figure beneath him like he was saving it like a picture. He tugged at your pink lace thong spreading your legs further. He yanked you by your legs towards him, his head between your thighs. His thumb caressed the thin wet fabric sending a jolt through your body.

“You're this wet from a few kisses?” he chuckled, pulling the fabric from your wet heat mesmerized as the fabric clung to you. Pulling the panties to the side he kissed your clit testing your reaction. His finger rubbed your entrance before pushing in. He started at an unhurried pace before adding another finger curling in your insides.

His tongue swiped your bud before he started sucking it into his mouth. Your back arched as he quickened his movements. Gasping you found leverage onto his hair, your toes curling as his tongue flicked your sensitive clit.

His mouth engulfed your cunt light suction around your clit. He pulled off staring at the mess he made beneath your fluids pooling onto the sheets. He spits on it the saliva rolling down your folds, fucking his fingers back into you using the spit to make you even wetter. The squelching sounds of your pussy and Satoru looking at you above his glasses as he ate you out was a view from out of your dreams. You're almost mad at whoever taught him.

“Just like that,” you moaned, widening your legs to give him better access. He continued his same pace massaging your boobs with his hand as the other thrusted into you. Your hand pushed at his head as you felt your orgasm wrack through you. He made slow strokes with his fingers before pulling them out, he opened your mouth with his thumb as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, your tongue swirling around them licking them clean.

Suddenly Satoru turned you over onto your stomach, pulling you toward the edge of the bed where he was standing. Arching your back you let your feet dangle off the edge of the bed. You watched him dig a condom outside of his discarded jeans, taking off the wrapper and rolling the plastic over his dick. In his pants, you could feel how big he was but looking over your shoulder you knew it would take a minute to adjust to him.

The cool air of the room sent shivers up your spine as Satoru made languid strokes in between your folds, the tip kissing your clit at every stroke. “You know, I know you don't actually need help with physics.”

“What-” Abruptly his tip entered your pooling hole, and you breathed in sharply gripping the sheets. “Fuck- Satoru go s-slowly.” you gasped as his cock penetrated your cunt inch by inch.

“It's okay, you can take it,” he said, massaging your spine. He spat on your pussy watching the spit roll onto his length. The extra lubrication made it easier for you to handle. The slow stretch and the way he was massaging your back almost made you cum on the spot. Every inch felt like he was in your throat yet he wasn't done yet. You wanted him to fuck you so bad you pushed back forcing another two inches that made your toes curl.

A loud smack echoed throughout the room, moaning loudly as his hand left a red mark on your ass. “Don't rush it,” his hand soothed the spot on your ass. You nodded your head against the sheets, your walls tightening around him. “Damn- you're so tight, if you wanted my attention so badly you didn't need to act dense,” he groaned slowly, dragging his cock into you. “I noticed you the minute you walked into that class, so pretty,” he admitted, mesmerized by how his length disappeared inside of you.

“You still tutored me.” you teased, grinning back at him peering over your shoulder.

Once you feel his pelvis against your ass you let your body adjust to his length breathing cautiously. “You're good,” you said, creating a v with your fingers over your entrance spreading your stretched pussy for him. He patted your ass making slow thrusts making sure you were good. Your hips rolled against his, using your fingers to rub circles around your clit.

It was slow, but it was good. However, you wanted to be fucked into the mattress until whatever lessons he taught you were engraved in your head. “Harder, please,” you whined arching your back further, you heard him murmur something behind you but you couldn't exactly make it out. Following your request he increased his pace, his cock making long drags out before slamming back in. It was so fucking good.

“The probability of the bottle landing on you- hah- was 0.25 chance of the bottle landing on you, fuuck- I didn't think it actually would.” he rambled lost in your cunt.

“D-don't stop ‘Toru.” you moaned drooling onto the mattress as you gripped the bedding for leverage. You felt his cock twitch inside you and his hand found your neck not choking just holding it. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head. The pleasure was too much, even better than you imagined. You screamed your newfound nickname for him which only encouraged him. Pushing back onto his thrust you both matched each other's rhymes perfectly, your toes clenched and the sudden wave of your orgasm made your body twitch violently beneath Satoru. “Aah- ‘Toru, please too- much.” your core tightened further, your body still sensitive to your previous orgasm.

“Baby- just a little more I'm almost there.” he moaned his thumbs digging into your back dimples. “Fuuck, hah- you're so perfect.” groaning his eyebrows furrowing as he chased his orgasm. The way he was drilling in you, tears fell down your face, the mix of pain and pleasure you felt like you were going to come again yet it was something else too.

“ ‘Toru, please- oh my god-” fluid flooded out of your cunt as your body spasmed struggling to keep your legs up as Satoru fucked into you. Your head was smashed into the mattress from his thrusts. “T-take it off.”

“What?” he breathed sharply, his hand still holding your neck. His fingers flexed signaling he was close.

“Cum in me-hngh-” you moaned, your thighs soaked in your fluids and sweat. The sound of skin and your heavy breathing mingling together was overwhelming. “I want it- so bad.” his hips were staggering, “give it to me-” You wanted to feel his cum fill you up, you were way out of it to think rationally and the only thing on your mind was getting his cum leaking out of you.

“Are you su-”

“S-so fucking sure, fill me up ‘Toru,” you whined looking back at him tears flooding your eyes pleading with him to give you want you wanted, no needed.

He cursed before quickly pulling out and ripping off the condom and tossing it into the bin. You were almost whined from the loss of contact keeping your legs propped up.

Satoru groaned before slamming into you, his cum filling your gummy walls, his dick twitching inside of you. Looking over your shoulder he looked so incredibly sexy. His forehead was drenched in sweat brows still furrowed as he pumped his remaining cum out. Once he let go of you your legs gave out still a little twitchy from your last orgasm. Whoever he was fucking before you they were going to have to cut that shit right off.

“You'll still be my study buddy right?” you yawned your voice a little hoarse as you crawled under the sheets.

“Yeah I'll still be your study buddy,” Satoru confirmed, wiping a drying tear from your face. You were so tired you practically forgot where you were. Even if you did, you didn't care. The walk of shame is for the future you, right now you are going to relish in the present breathing in Satoru’s scent as you drift to sleep.

When you woke up your head was pounding and your legs were sore as hell. Blinking your eyes the room was dark and roomy with a shelf full of Digimon collectibles in front of the bed and the bed was far more comfortable and smelled like Satoru.

You tried to get up but a muscular arm dropped over your body and held you down. Satoru woke up slowly pulling your body closer towards him. You were even wearing a shirt that was too large to be your own.

“Sorry did I wake you?” twisting your body towards him, raking your fingers gently through his soft hair.

“No you're good, I figured you didn't want to stay at Geto’s so I brought you back to my place.” you nodded cuddling back into his warm embrace.

“You're so cute Satoru,”

“What happened to ‘Toru?” he joked peppering kisses across your collar.

“Fine, you're so cute ‘Toru.” you stifled your laughter as you felt Satoru grow hard against your thigh. It's okay you can take him.

♡ gojopied ©2025 do not copy, edit, plagiarise, put into AI, repost, or translate any of my work.

[unabletonotlovesatoru-deactivat]

you let out a tired sigh as you flopped onto the couch, burying your face into a pillow. today had been long—too long. your entire body felt heavy, and all you wanted was to just exist without any responsibilities for a while.

gojo, of course, noticed immediately. he peeked at you from the kitchen, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “rough day, sweetheart?”

you mumbled something incoherent into the pillow.

in a second, he was on you—literally. he flopped down dramatically, half on top of you, half beside you, draping himself over you like some oversized weighted blanket.

“awww, my poor baby,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “did the big, bad world tire you out?”

“gojo,” you groaned, trying (and failing) to shove him off.

“mm-mm, no ‘gojo’ here,” he teased, tightening his hold around you. “just your sweet, devoted boyfriend here to take care of you. c’mon, say it—‘satoru, you’re the best boyfriend ever.’”

you huffed. “satoru, you’re the worst.”

he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “wounded.”

you rolled your eyes, but the exhaustion was still weighing heavy on your body. sensing this, gojo softened, adjusting himself so he could tuck you into his chest. his fingers found their way into your hair, stroking gently.

“seriously, though,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “you worked hard today, huh?”

you sighed, relaxing against him. “yeah.”

“poor baby,” he hummed, continuing to play with your hair. “you want snacks? a massage? a forehead kiss?”

you chuckled lightly. “a forehead kiss isn’t exactly equal to snacks and a massage.”

“nah, but it’s my specialty.”

before you could respond, he tilted your chin up and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. when he pulled back, he grinned, all soft and stupidly in love.

“see? instant healing,” he said smugly.

you smiled, warmth spreading in your chest. “yeah, yeah.”

“so,” he whispered, nuzzling into your hair, “forehead kisses and snacks, then?”

“…yeah.”

“good choice.” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple before getting up, already heading to grab your favorite snacks.

because if there was one thing about gojo, it was that he loved taking care of you. and nothing made him happier than spoiling you rotten.

[axxxrael]

fashion designer!Satoru Gojo goes through your closet and rips up every single piece that isn't made by him #dogmentality

[shokosmokes]

i don’t think nerdjo is shy and stuttery and awkward tbh like nerdjo is defo more blunt and brash, band kid coded. he has a binder full of digimon cards and rages on 12 year olds in fortnite on the weekends. sure he’s socially inept but in the way that he has 0 concept of social cues and will 1000% say something rude without a second guess. and he’s defo one of those nerds that thinks drinking and partying is waste of time he absolutely bashes on shoko and suguru for it. so when you try and invite him out for a drink (because you think he’s soooo cute and just need to get to know him more) your heart is absolutely shattered when he replies with something like “why would i waste my time with something like that”. (T ^ T) so you slink back thinking that you’ve fumbled your shot until one day you don’t show up to class and the next time you do come to class you get an earful of how irresponsible skipping your 8am just to get an extra hour of sleep is from none other than the nerd himself. you’re left speechless because just who does this guy think he is??? you’re left even more without words when he tosses a set of papers your way with an eye roll and a “here i made an extra copy of lecture notes for you”. he really needs to get better at showing that he likes you.

[dan-rar]

Nerd Gojo!!!