warnings: explicit sexual content, consensual sexual activity between adults, sexual teasing
synopsis: it’s never just the tip with satoru.
you lay on the bed, scrolling through your phone mindlessly, not really in the mood for anything. it had been a long day, and all you wanted was to relax, maybe sleep, but of course, satoru had other plans.
he was lying beside you, head propped up on one hand, his other hand lazily tracing patterns on your thigh. you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and intentional, like he was just waiting for the right moment to speak.
“hey,” he said, his voice low and playful.
“hmm?” you didn’t bother looking up from your phone.
“you know what would make this night so much better?”
“sleep?” you quipped, still focused on your screen.
he chuckled softly, fingers trailing higher up your thigh. “nah, not sleep.”
you finally glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. “i’m not in the mood, satoru.”
“come on, baby,” he pouted, shifting closer to you, his hand now dangerously close to the hem of your shorts. “just the tip. please?”
you rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was headed. just the tip, he always said that, and you knew damn well it was never just the tip. “satoru, we both know that’s a lie.”
gojo leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in that teasing tone he knew would break your resolve. “i promise. just the tip. nothing more. i’ll be quick.”
his fingers grazed the waistband of your shorts, his touch light but enough to send a shiver down your spine. he had that way about him, knowing exactly how to push your buttons in just the right way. you sighed, exasperated but already feeling yourself giving in.
“fine,” you muttered, putting your phone down. “but just the tip, satoru.”
he grinned triumphantly, wasting no time as he pulled your shorts down in one swift motion. you could practically feel his excitement radiating off him, and part of you knew you were in for more than just a quick moment. still, you let him have his way, too tired to argue any further.
“you’re the best,” he murmured, kissing your neck softly as he positioned himself between your legs. his hands were already working, slipping his boxers down just enough to free himself.
he pressed the head of his cock against you, moving slowly, teasingly, just like he promised. you bit your lip, trying to keep your composure, but the warmth and pressure of him already had you tensing in anticipation.
“see? just the tip,” he whispered, voice low and seductive.
but it wasn’t. not even close. in seconds, he was pressing deeper, his breath hitching as he felt you envelop him.
“satoru,” you warned, voice shaky as he pushed in more.
“i know, i know,” he murmured, though he didn’t stop. instead, he groaned softly, sinking into you inch by inch, until the promise of just the tip was long gone.
gojo couldn’t help himself. feeling the heat of you wrapped around him, he lost all restraint. his initial teasing turned into slow, deliberate thrusts, his hips moving steadily as he buried himself deeper.
the way you felt—so warm, tight, perfect—made it impossible for him to hold back. every promise he made earlier was forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming need to take all of you.
“satoru,” you gasped, hands gripping the sheets as he filled you completely.
he let out a low groan, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. “sorry, baby. i couldn’t help it.”
you wanted to be mad, to push him away and remind him of the deal, but the way he was moving, the way his hips pressed against yours so perfectly, you couldn’t think straight. he had you, and he knew it.
“just… just this once,” you mumbled, giving in entirely as your body relaxed beneath him.
he smirked, clearly satisfied with himself. “oh, i know.”
his pace quickened, hips snapping against yours as he thrust deeper, harder, every movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. he knew exactly how to work your body, how to make you forget everything else but him.
gojo’s grip tightened on your hips as he moved faster, his focus completely on you—your gasps, your soft moans, the way your body responded to him. it was always like this with you two. what started as playful teasing always escalated into something much more intense, and this time was no different.
his cock drove deeper into you with every thrust, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, hitting that spot that made your breath catch in your throat. he knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to move to pull those sweet sounds from your lips, and he thrived on it.
“god, satoru,” you gasped, your hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you.
he chuckled breathlessly, leaning down to kiss you again. “see? isn’t this better than sleep?”
you rolled your eyes, though the pleasure coursing through your body made it hard to keep up any semblance of sarcasm. “you’re… you’re unbelievable.”
“and yet, you love me,” he teased, thrusting particularly hard, pulling a moan from your lips that you couldn’t hold back.
you didn’t respond—couldn’t, really. your body was too busy arching into him, every nerve alight with pleasure as he brought you closer to the edge. it didn’t take long before the tension coiling in your stomach snapped, your release crashing over you as he continued to fuck you through it.
gojo wasn’t far behind. the way you tightened around him, the way your body trembled beneath him, pushed him to his limit. with a low groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as he collapsed against you, breathless and satisfied.
he stayed like that for a moment, chest heaving as he pressed lazy kisses against your neck, clearly pleased with himself.
“you’re such an asshole,” you muttered, though there was no real venom in your voice.
he grinned, still catching his breath. “yeah, but you love me anyway.”
you sighed, closing your eyes as you felt sleep finally creeping in. “yeah, yeah, whatever.”
gojo chuckled, pulling you closer as he settled in beside you. “next time, you should just say yes from the start. saves us both the trouble.”
you swatted at his chest, but he just laughed, holding you tighter as you both drifted off.
♡ ₊˚‧ 𝓥.𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎. doesn't realise that his mean girl fuck buddy is obsessed with him. . . & is dropping off bodies in his dorm for him to feed.
˖ ࣪૮₍ yandere!reader :: toxic obsession :: dark aspects :: possessiveness :: murder :: violence :: reader is fucking insane :: blood drinking :: smut :: obsessions with being killed by a vampire. . . :: p in v :: fuck buddies :: blood play :: handjob :: biting :: public sex :: satoru drinks from dead animals :: guys something is wrong with reader ࣪ა ࣪˖
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ struggled with his bloodlust day in and day out. one thing that vampires often glossed over was the sheer, carnal, instability of being a young vampire. think hormones— but instead of sex, risks and emotional meltdowns, you're two seconds from draining your peers down in the middle of the hallway.
satoru often distracted himself with his studies. nose buried in a book and hands writing equations and essays until they cramped. anything that kept him from the dryness in his throat, the swelling in his fangs, and the disgusting, devastating need to tear into something fresh and tear it open until it stopped squirming.
another thing he could distract those violent thoughts with? sex.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ wished he could say that his sex life was something he could ground himself in. but alas, that's where you came in.
pretty, preppy, popular and so. fucking. pretentious.
the perfect princess in his bio lab and unfortunately his lab partner. with more insults on your sharp tongue than charms on your nails. as bratty as you were beautiful. something infuriatingly and infatuating— wrapped in a pink ribbon and audaciously high stilettos.
he fucked you once. back of the library. you just pushes him too far that night and before he knew it; your shoulders were cramped into the bookshelf and your knees were over his shoulders. heels digging into his shoulder blades and pretty, sharp nails gripping onto the shelf. as he pulled your skimpy little panties aside and fucked you with the kind of dick that stupid nerds like him shouldn't have.
satoru remembers the way you went dumb on his cock. how you squeezed, and squirted, and sobbed for him until every bratty trace had slid off in drool on your limp tongue.
fuck, he remembers how he felt every thrum of your heart, your pulse. how he wanted to sink his fangs so far into your throat that you'd never bitch at him again.
he didn't, of course.
he wished he stopped there. wished he didn't come back as much as he did. wished he could just say no to the campus' bratty princess and her attitude problem.
but alas, he loved your pussy. and loved fucking the brattiness right out of it. even if you gave him hell for it.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't know that your bitchiness concealed something deeper. darker:
obsession.
it frustrated you at first. the fact that the loser nerd was clouding up your mind more than the latest gossip and your dreadful assignments.
it was whenever he glared at you over those rimless glasses. you got all hot and bothered. had to stop yourself from pressing your thighs together under your plaited skirt.
it was when he answered questions in class. so confident and calm. how his voice thrummed a chord in you that had you abandoning a party just to hump your pillow to the thought of him.
it was the way he never backed down from your attitude. how he dished it back. bit back. no one had ever done that before. most guys either gave you what you wanted or flat out ignored you.
satoru though. . . he was different.
so really, should you be blamed for all the pictures you took of him? for that pen you stole from him to touch yourself with in the girls' bathroom? for all the little souvenirs you started collecting?
you knew his routine. knew his classes. knew his favourite cafe and the exact order of his drink: something sweet.
you could be sweet for him. so sweet. if he'd just let you.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was supposedly the hunter— and yet he didn't know he was being stalked. didn't know that hungry eyes lingered from beneath mascara and perfect eyeliner.
you followed him whenever you had the chance. just to learn more about him. his likes, dislikes, anything that you could use to make yourself perfect for him. the object of his every desire. to drive his obsession with you the same way he had so crudely ruined your mind.
the nerd wanted you obsessed with him? you'd show him obsession.
so imagine your disgust when one day, in the dead of night when all had gone quiet and even the insects vowed silence— you heard it. soft, and strained.
"s-sat. . . satoru. . ."
coming from around the dorm building. somewhere concealed by the hedges. the gardens.
was he. . . fucking someone else?
jealousy spurred in your sinner heart as you drove forward before you could stop yourself. somehow not breaking an ankle in your high heels as you slipped through the hedges until you could catch sight of him.
sure enough— a shock of white hair caught your attention. pale hands pinning another's to the brick wall. his tall body hunched over him.
hell burned in your eyes. in your balled hands and your nails that dug into your palms. how could he.
how could he—
the person's eyes were wide. not with pleasure.
terror.
they spot you lingering. locked eyes with your cold glare. reached shaky fingers out in a gesture that you could only decipher as a cry for help.
and only then did you see the deep, dark liquid dripping down their throat. exactly where satoru buried his face into.
the street lamps glinted at just the right angle. showed just enough.
your eyes widened when you realised exactly what it was.
when you saw his fangs. heard him gulping.
without a doubt, that was blood.
satoru's jaw was latched onto their throat. his nails digging into their wrists. his adam's apple bobbing as he. . .
drank.
your mind scrambled. nerves tense. muscles frozen.
you should have ran.
you should have ran, should have screamed, should have jumped out of your very skin because what you were staring at was something that wasn't human.
instead?
you. . . pressed your thighs together.
and vanished from the scene as quick as you could. not from fear, but because of the throbbing dampness in your panties.
you weren't stupid. you knew exactly what that was. what he was.
and it. . . aroused you.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't bat an eye when your attitude problem seemed to grow by the day. he knew you by now. knew what you wanted. you pissed him off to get a reaction out of him. so that he could push you down into a desk in some abandoned classroom and fuck you until your knees jittered and your pretty panties were stained in his cum.
what he didn't realise was that you had another incentive now.
a new obsession.
after that night outside the dorm buildings, you dived head first into research. the biology of it all— vampirism.
folklore, documentaries, myths, whatever you could get your hands on. call it a hypothesis.
and what's the first thing about any hypothesis? field research. so of course you dedicated more hours to your watchful activities over your nerdy classmate.
you saw it again. saw him drain someone dry. saw him clean his fangs in the morning. saw him drink from birds in the night. your theory was correct.
and it fucking turned you on.
made you wanna be in their shoes. the bird in his clawed grasp. the bloodbag clutched in his palms. the victim under his fangs as he drained you dry of everything you had to offer.
for someone who just found out that their hatefuck buddy wasn't human, you sure had your priorities straight.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ wasn't quite sure what was going on. lately, he hasn't had to go rob a hospital, catch a bird, or pick out a new classmate to sink his fangs into.
they were delivered right to his door.
dead birds outside his dorm complex. in the gardens. convenient. with finals approaching, he never really questioned it. too buzzed on caffeine and too tired from hours hunched over a textbook to really care.
what did have him questioning, though?
the bodies.
dumped outside where the birds were. on the verge of death. puncture wounds in their throat and bleeding out.
he never could control himself.
feed first, ask questions later.
he'd drag them into his dorm. lay them out on his bed and feast to his heart's content. until his legs were shaking and he was gasping.
only then would he look at the puncture wounds. another vampire in town?
maybe trying to make an ally? he'd have to find them and personally thank them for giving him a little boost for dreadful finals.
little did he know that the "puncture wounds" were inflicted by your favourite pencil.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't question the rise in your sexual encounters. how your attitude seemed solely directed on him. how you bitched more, sneered harder, seemingly did everything in your power to drive him up the wall until he snapped and dragged you off to either finger you in an empty hallway or fuck you in the bathroom stall.
didn't question the way you'd grip his hair and bury his face into your neck. how you'd slip into his lap and smother him in yourself. how you wanted to be as close to him as possible.
he thought you needy.
what you really were was desperate.
desperate for him to lose that pesky restraint you noticed he had around you. desperate to snap his control so that he buried his fangs into whatever part of you he desired and drained you dry.
you wanted it. your blood on his fangs. your hands in his hair while he did it. your cunt clenching around his cock too.
let him shatter you, take you, ruin you— death by his hands started to sound like the sweetest fantasy.
it's what got you squirting around him every time he buried himself balls-deep. what had you sensitive to the smallest touches. with his face buried between your thighs and his glasses fogged.
you'd squeeze around his head. hope you'd allure him enough to lose his mind and bite on your thigh. gorge on your blood like he did your pussy.
if only.
if only.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ swore he tasted blood on your lipstick.
you were starting to get desperate. starting to grow tired of squeezing, and squirting, and sobbing for him— hoping he'd finally lose it. hoping he'd take you in another way that wasn't just fucking you stupid into his mattress.
so that's when you did it. you were already killing off students and dragging their bodies to that same damned garden— would this really make you any more of a sinner?
it was just a few droplets. three to be exact. not enough for you to notice. but enough that he would.
you kissed him at every opportunity you had. pushing him into the lockers in the middle of the hallway. crashing your lips into his and loving the way his whole body ticked up. how he froze.
god, a sick part of you wanted him to drain you in front of everyone.
you kissed him in the library, in the study room, the cafeteria, wherever you could get your hands on him just so you could feel his shake on your waist.
bingo.
you might just be getting this nerd obsessed with you after all.
˖ ࣪꒰ VAMPIRE NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't like that thought. the idea of needing you more than for just some desperate fuck to keep his mind off of his bloodlust.
now? he was really starting to imagine you in his bed whenever he pushes another body into his sheets and stained them scarlet.
maybe that's why he didn't stop your bolder touches. how you seemed to stop caring about being seen with him in public. how you wanted him at every hour of the day.
maybe, just maybe.
whatever he was feeling was threading a line on something dangerous.
it's why he didn't stop you when you got touchy with him. one late friday night in the lab. jerking him off under the table when you both should be dedicating the time to your looming research deadline.
instead: his head was tossed back. blunt nails digging into the smooth lab table as his glasses fogged and condensed with his heavy pants.
"fuck— fuck. 'm gonna cum if you don't stop—" he huffed, free hand gripping around your wrist as you squeezed him at the base.
your eyes were dilated. dare he say feral. he's been seeing that look from you more and more lately.
it throbbed that prominent underside vein of his.
"yeah, toru?" you cooed, sweet. sweeter than you had been to him all semester.
he wasn't sure why you were taking such a deep interest in him. maybe it was the way he filled you up. the way he fucked you. how desperate he sounded as he fucked his hips up into your hand in a lab where the professor could very well trot back into.
your wrist rotated. something sharp glinted in his peripheral. with his eyes fluttering and his breath heavy, he hadn't had the chance to catch sight of what was happening between his legs before—
he smelt it.
cutting, metallic, oh so fucking sweet.
his stare shot open. wide. pupils and irises shrinking as his eyes snapped down to your hand.
you were bleeding.
worse, you were smiling.
before he could shove you off and scamper away— you squeezed around his tip. harsh. with your fucking.
bleeding hand.
"wait—" he rasped.
your pace turned filthy. squeezing his cock and fucking him with your fist, using your blood as the lube.
your sweet, sinful, sanity-shattering blood.
the gums around his fangs swelled. his nostrils flared. eyes wide and flickering at the ceiling— and yet all he could do was needily buck into your pumping hand and whine from the back of his throat.
your thumb shoved to his tip. smearing blood with cum as you rubbed at the slit of his cock. squeezed with your other hand at his throbbing balls until his eyes rolled up.
until his fangs were on full display and he almost.
almost.
lost himself and shoved you to the table. buried his fangs into whatever part of you he found first and drained you dry while your hand went limp around his dick.
"oh my god," he croaked, whispy bangs sticking to his forehead and glasses strewn over the bridge of his nose as pleasure and bloodlust crashed on him in a dizzying, devastating splurge of sin.
and you?
still so sweet. still so fucking insane.
jerking him off with your own blood. even as his hips bucked and he snatched you by the wrist. held you tight. as his cock tensed, and trembled— and finally tipped over the edge.
thick, creamy ropes mixed with the smears of red. pouring down his dick and staining your hand that squeezed him still.
until all that came from his mouth was desperate little whimper.
till all he could think about was—
scarlet consumed blue. swallowing his irises into something carnal. violent.
his hand shot to your wrist. cramped it. with his sheer strength he shot to his feet and shoved you into the desk. dug his thumb into your wound and sneered above you as the scent of your blood finally pushed him over the edge—
satoru's not sure what made him snap out of it.
he was certain that he'd buried his face into whatever vein or artery he could and drank until you were nothing more but a memory on his tongue.
he didn't know when he pulled away.
when he scampered off.
all he knew was that his back was slamming into the locked door of his dark dorm once he was inside. that his pants were still unbuttoned and that he'd haphazardly shoved his cock back into them when he pried himself away from you.
his breathing heavy. ragged.
hand on his heart.
eyes fixed to the ceiling.
cock still stained in your sweet. . . sinful. blood.
a trembling hand raked down his face as he caught his breath.
did you see his eyes? see his fangs? did you understand that he was about to bring you to death rather than an orgasm?
his exhaustion and shock told him you didn't know. that you didn't know a damn thing. that you were just a crazy bitch who was into some freaky blood play.
and that he just overreacted.
yeah. overreacted. he needed a shower. needed to think of anything else but you.
you.
obsessed, crazy, fanatic little you.
still in that lab with his cum mixed with your blood in your hand.
staring at your palm as you breathed, heavy. heated. your free hand slipped under your skirt. between your thighs.
with your mind on him. him. that loser of a nerd. that demon of the night.
synopsis . In which nerdjo gets turned on by bimbo!reader's harmless teasing in the middle of putting together a puzzle. content . afab!reader, virginity loss, dorkjo, awkwardness, reverse cowgirl, praise, really premature ejec, etc. (Inspired by this post)
“It’s too big, ‘Toru,” You’d whine, followed by an awfully innocent, “Stop trying to squeeze it in there!”
Puzzle pieces. The two of you are talking about puzzle pieces, obviously. So, why the hell is his cock swelling up against his pants?
Oh, that’s right. Because your comments are making his mind go somewhere dirty each time he closes his eyes, the only thing keeping him sane being the use of context in the situation. His hand had brushed over yours one too many times and he's stuttered halfway through every sentence of his during the duration of this little game. The two of you were just spending your free time putting together a really cute 'n friendly jigsaw puzzle and now he was using a nearby pillow to cover up his boner.
You're aware that your nerdy friend Gojo is the biggest loser ever but, you don’t seem to mind it too much. The only thing you do is tease him until he's sitting next to you with a mess of blush plastered all over his face. "Hey, why'd you stop?" You'd ask after noticing the way he's siting awkwardly on the floor beside you, "I know I said that piece was too big but if we stop now we'll never finish this tonight."
"Uh," Gojo's voice is coming out in that dorky pitch for a moment before he quickly clears his throat and brings a hand up to readjust the thick frames decorating his face, "Well, I just wanted to take a break, y'know? We've been doing this for hours and-"
You cut him off with a light scoff, "Oh c'mon, there's no way you're tapping out on me already." Then you're standing on your knees, shuffling closer to him, and reaching over him for one of the further puzzle pieces below. It was fine. He was fine.
Then he looked down, noticed the skirt you had on started to rise against your thighs, and... fuck. You've got the prettiest pair of panties on—the color of them peeking out just a fraction enough for him to catch its hue. Blue. Just like his eyes. Of course you decided not to wear some shorts under your skirt today. Of course. Now he's left gawking at a lacy pair of panties and letting out a strange noise without thinking, earning a glance over your shoulder that only makes you look sexier.
"Satoru?" You call out moments after, to which his eyes fly back up to where they should've been this entire time, on your face. Watching the man gulp like the biggest dork you know him to be, you flash a smirk, "Did you just look under my skirt?"
There's no way you didn't know what you were doing. He may be a big nerdy virgin who never got any sort of play but he was far from stupid. Gojo swallows down something pathetic before shaking his head hurriedly, "N-No? Pfft, what? Why.. Why would I-, hah, why would I do something like that?"
You cock a brow, "Because you're a loser who acts like he's never seen what a woman looks like under her clothes? I dunno."
He blinks dumbfoundedly, "You think I'm acting?"
You send him the same bewildered stare, "You're a six-foot tall, nerdy, pretty boy with glasses, there's no way you're some kinda virgin."
"Well... uh..." He gulps thickly and leans back, the pillow in his lap faltering with the way he readjusts his long legs to try and ease the rather annoying ache in between them, "I kinda am..."
Now you were giving him that cute deer-in-headlights kinda look as if there wasn't a single thought inside your head, the same look that has him flustered for some reason. Followed by which is a turn of your head before you casually return to reaching for that needed puzzle piece, "That's surprising. 'Thought a guy like you would have tons of women."
Gojo looks around for a second before pointing at himself, "You though I would have tons of women? Me?" He scoffs as if that were the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I mean, I know plenty of women who talk to me, sure. But, I've never slept with any of them."
"Why's that?" You ask, knees shifting against the floor so that you could find the desired spot for the piece in your hand, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."
You seem to be entirely oblivious to the way your skirt is still rising against your thighs, especially as you bend down a bit to plop the little puzzle piece into place. Gojo finds himself looking up at the ceiling now, hoping for you to become self aware any moment now, "I dunno, I'm not good at flirting, I guess." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.
The sound of that makes you glance back at him again. This time you look down at his now uncovered crotch and spot the boner prettily resting there. Smiling a bit, "I could teach you." You offer sweetly.
His cock drools at the idea alone before he's fixing his glasses against his face and looking at you again, "Really? You'd teach me how to flirt?"
You snort, "No, silly. I'm offering to teach you how to fuck."
Now, Gojo is many things. Filthily educated in Digimon? Well, of course—he's even got it plastered all over his shirt right now. The most studious individual in every academic institution he's ever attended? Duh. And a completely closeted freak who does nothing but imagine what it'd be like to feel pussy for the first time? Well, yeah...
So when you offer to teach him how to fuck and essentially, take his virginity, he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head faster in his life.
Next thing he knows and your legs are sprawled out over him, caging the sides of his lengthy limbs in between yours as your ass hovers in the air and you move a hand back to tug your panties to the side. Your cute nerd of a friend thinks he's in love as your gorgeously soaked cunt is revealed to him.
He almost reaches out to touch it-, to touch you but, he controls himself and lets you do all the work. After all, he has no idea what he's doing. Gojo only knows things about sex through porn and... well, that can only teach a person so much.
"Y-Y'know," And then he's starting already—yapping as if that would hide his nervousness. His cock is out and you're rubbing two pretty fingers through your folds before moving your hand in between your legs to grab ahold of him. "S-Shiit... Y'know this uh, this puzzle we got-, oh... it-, oh, that feels good-, it was a limited edition-"
"Satoru, you're cute but," You giggle as the lips of your pussy begin to close around his drooling cockhead, "If this is your idea of dirty talk then you have so much to learn..."
He tries to swallow a whine down his throat but it unfortunately escapes him as he continues his rambling, "I just-, goddamn... I thought you'd wanna know that," Gojo utters with a nervous chuckle, hips bucking up slightly to sink himself deeper into the dewy warmth that's currently swallowing up his length. "'Cause o-only a thousand," his breath hitches as you get about halfway down on him, "You're so fuckin' warm... Only a-ah.. a thousand of those sets were s-sold..."
Biting back your own moans whilst his thick cock stretches up into your welcoming walls, "Yeah?" You chime as if you genuinely cared about what he was saying. It's not that you didn't care at all but, the puzzle was the last thing on your mind with the way his dick felt slowly splitting you open. "T-That's... so nice, sweetie."
Gojo's hips snap up at the sound of the praise—wether or not you meant it to be sarcastic—and it's instant the way he brings a hand up to your hip to hold you down as the rest of his lengthy shaft disappears inside you. "Fuck, that felt good," He gasps as if this were some kind of new discovery for him, "C-Can you say that again? Praise me more?"
You work up a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moment of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with slutty drool dangling out past your lips, "You're into that?" You huff softly before glancing back at him, "Y-You want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"
Gojo's eyes are a little glossy from pleasure and he nods cutely, "P-Please? I'm being good so far, aren't I?" Then he looks down and you feel his cock throb inside of you, "Fuuuck... I haven't even-, ohgod... h-haven't even told you any more s-stupid facts. Aren't you proud of me?"
Another laugh exits your lips before you still your hips down against his, grinding with his cock buried inside of you instead of bouncing on it, "Yeahhh, I guess you have a point," You snort. Then you turn your face forwards and reach for a new puzzle piece before placing it somewhere. Your honeyed pussy clamps around his bulging girth and you hear the way he chokes out a gasp. "I'm so proud of you, 'Toru. Bein' such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
What you don't expect is the thick cum that spills out inside you. The hand he has on your hip grips a little tighter and he groans loudly, tossing his head back losing it at the sound of those words on your tongue. Well, that and the way you'd went back to those puzzle pieces as if this was just another Thursday night for you...
You have a little smile on your face as you feel him finishing inside you and by the time you look back at him, Gojo seems to be completely out of it—as if that was singlehandedly the best nut of his life. Glasses crooked on his face now, hand still anchoring your hip against him, hair tousled, and heavy pants exiting him, you can't help but tilt your head.
"Wow, two minutes. Impressive, really." You snort.
Gojo looks at you, just barely, and then pouts, "It was my first time, I'm sorry."
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nerd!gojo solving a rubik’s cube while you edge him ! (based on this req)
“hey toru, you know how to solve a rubik’s cube right?”
“are you kidding me?! of course i do!” he gasps, almost offended at the mere thought of you doubting his world class abilities.
“alright here!” you toss a cube right at him, all the colours at every corner mismatched while gojo eyes you as if you’ve gone insane.
he judges the cube in his hands, his mind running a mile a minute before he begins to turn each row and column between his fingers. it’s easy. well, it should’ve been.
that was until you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, your hands toying with the waistband of his pants, his cock slowly hardening while you palmed at it through his sweats.
“w—what’re you—”
“focus, pretty boy.”
you slowly dragged his sweats down, just enough to free his pretty cock from its confines, right before you spat into your palm, wrapping your hands around his pretty shaft—
“f…fuck—wait this isn’t fair!”
“i thought you were supposed to be smart, toru~ don’t disappoint me.” you cooed, slowly jerking him up and down, his poor leaky dick already throbbing in your grasp with just a few strokes.
he tried to focus on the colours of the stupid rubik’s cube he had in hand, and the worst part is, he knew exactly how to solve it. but with your hand pumping him so good, all he could think about was painting your palm white.
he whimpered against you, trying to get the job done with his shaky hands, but he could feels his balls tighten, his orgasm build up with every shlick, and right as he rolled his head back, you pulled your hand away—leaving gojo just whining at the loss.
“w—wait why—” he whined, his head tilted back in his chair while tears pooled in his pretty eyes, the cube almost forgotten, and still a jumbled mess in his hands.
“i told you to focus, satoru. if you want me to finish you off, you’ll do as i say, correct?” your voice was laced with honey, your words so sweet and so condescending all at once while your fingers found his cock again.
he tried this time, really did, while you moved up and down, his mind entirely focused on doing exactly what you told him to do. he was anything but disobedient, after all.
he was leaking copius amounts of pre while you quickened your pace, but this time he was getting close.
and right as he set the solved cube on his desk he could feel himself cum, white spurts coating your hands and his abs, while he softly moaned your name over and over again.
you slowly moved your hand towards his lips, prying his mouth open.
“good job, now clean up the mess you just made.”
“y—yes ma’am.” is all that left his pretty mouth before he wrapped his pink lips around your cum stained hand.
this one’s for YOU @lynf1n1ty. @yoonsucks im so annoying hi
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✮⋆˙ satoru cums in you for the first time in front of the city view MDNI
On Friday nights, people either go out partying or stay home and chill, doing what they enjoy. That’s something you liked to do, but that all changed when you ended up in a relationship.
You and Gojo have been on a movie marathon since 5PM, and it’s well past midnight now. Let’s just say the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ question has been on your TV screen for the past three hours.
Currently, you were getting fucked so hard, bent before the vast glass window overlooking a city alive with lights. Although your attention wasn’t on anything outside, it was on your boyfriend's girthy dick plunging in and out of your gummy walls.
It was Gojo’s idea to fuck you in front of the window. His words were: “I want everyone to see my pretty girl and how she takes this dick.”, and without a second thought, you agreed.
Your back was against his chest, both hands on the now foggy window. Meanwhile, Gojo couldn’t get enough of you—his hands roaming all over your body. Gripping your waist, while the other moved up toward your tits, giving them a harsh squeeze, which had you whimpering in return.
“Taking this dick so well, you’re so fucking perfect. God, I love you.” He rambled on completely out of his mind. His praises made you look up at him, your head resting on his shoulder.
His eyes were half-lidded, staring directly into your soul. The kind of look that always had your stomach tingling and the wetness between your thighs growing more.
“Please, please. Don’t stop,” you whined, pushing your hips back into him. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix.
Gojo’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his plump lips parted—panting so hard, it sounded as if he just ran a 20-mile marathon. “Ngh- baby, if you do that, I might actually cum inside you.”
You turn your attention back to the city, and then an idea of something completely new to you pops inside your fucked out brain. “Cum inside me, in front of the—Fuck just like that—city.”
After being together for nearly a year, he still hasn’t been able to cum inside you. You both just didn’t want to risk having a kid, but how hot he was looking and the feeling of his thrusts against you had you not caring about anything.
He quickly snapped his eyes open; his hips fluttered for half a second as an eyebrow raised. “You… are you sure?”
“Please.” You nodded immediately, licking your lips. “I need it.”
With that, his dick twitched inside you. One of his hands moved to the back of your spine, bending you down into a biggg arch. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight; the left side of your face squished against the cold windowpane.
He bit his lip at the sight of you, both hands now gripping your waist as his pace began to fuck you harder and faster. You cried out, nails digging into the window. Probably leaving scratches- not like you both cared anyway.
“Yeah? You want my cum inside you?” His gaze dropped down, watching his cock slide in and out of you, then glancing back up. “My needy girl wants my cum dripping from her pussy, huh?”
“Mhm!” You couldn’t mutter a single word. You were starting to feel so overstimulated with how full you felt, plus you both have been fucking like rabbits—without taking a single break.
He leaned over, his chest against your back. He sank his teeth into your neck, leaving yet another mark on your delicate skin. His eyes didn't look away from your face.
You turned your head as far as you could, your lips puckering in a silent invitation for him to kiss you. He met your lips right away; it was a sweet kiss you both shared over the years.
He bit your lip hard enough to draw the slightest amount of blood. You moaned against his lip, your lips parting. He slid his tongue inside your mouth instantly; the feeling made your head dizzy.
It’s surprising to this day how good he can kiss. Even though you were his first girlfriend, his first kiss. First everything in general, but honestly you loved every bit of it.
And as time went on, the kiss became deeper. Tongues fighting for dominance, with each of you refusing to give in. Gojo’s hand traveled up to your neck, his large palm settling against your skin before his fingers squeezed firmly.
He pulled away from the kiss, just enough to speak. Both of your breaths were mixing together as you looked into each other’s eyes.
His eyebrows furrowed up, and you could tell he was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes back into his skull again. You also know he was so close to cumming.
“You gonna cum, baby?” Your voice was in that sweet tone that had him whimpering in response. You lifted your hand from the cool window, moving your arm behind you until your fingers disappeared into his messy white hair.
His thrust grew sloppier with each move, his thighs hitting the back of your ass. Gojo moved his hand down your body, feeling you up before landing between your thighs. His middle finger rubbed against your clit, fast.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, throwing his head back, eyes closing tightly, mouth gapped open. The grip on your waist tightened enough for his knuckles to turn white.
His throat bobbing, hips meeting your ass as his cum spilled all over your walls. Painting your insides white. The new sensation of being filled to the brim made your own release wash over you. Your legs became weak as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Fuck!” You cried out, slamming your hand back onto the window. The contact made a big bang, which, surprisingly, none of you noticed.
Your mind was absolutely scrambled, lost in the orgasm he just gave you. Probably the best one you've experienced together, and if it wasn’t for his arms holding you up, you would’ve fallen to the ground.
He held you close to his chest, panting into your ear. Overcoming his own release. Then he slowly pulled out of your pussy, watching as his dick fell out. “holy shit.”
You turned your head to face him. “Hm?”
He leaned down, cracking a hand over your plush cheek. You whine out at the contact, but he doesn’t take any of notice of it, his attention stuck on him spreading your ass cheeks apart and watching as his cum drip out of you, “This is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop! You’re gonna get it on the carpet.” You complained, slapping his shoulder. He shook his head, chuckling—not long before running his finger between your slit, gathering up every drop of the white liquid that slipped out of you.
He stood up to his full height, moving his finger to your lips. “Open.”
You locked eyes with him, slowly opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. With that, he stuck his finger into your mouth. Immediately, you sucked on it, whining at the taste.
His dick got hard right away. He pulled his fingers out, leaning down, meeting your lips in another harsh kiss. The taste of both of you lingering on his tongue drew a low groan from him against your lips before he slowly pulled away.
”Just letting y'know, i'm cumming inside you all the time now.”
sorry if this is ass, i have no clue what i’m doing 😣.
a pic from yuuji’s camera roll <3 little harder to look back on after shibuya but he can’t bring himself to delete it (it’d be like losing them all over again)
your nerdy fuckbuddy gojo has a tongue piercing?!?
“gojo—“ you said. “pause. stop.” you added, pulling his head up, away from your pussy. normally, you’d never stop him. ever. he pushed his slightly fogged up glasses up the bridge of his nose, and then spoke, his tone quiet and worried. “wh—what’s wrong? did— does it not feel good? a—am i going too fa—“ you shook your head quickly, and then sat up on your forearms.
“no, no, of course not— it’s .. i dunno. something feels.. weird. sort of.. cold.” you spoke, feeling sort of uncertain and deluded. you had never felt this feeling when he ate you out. you grabbed his chin lightly, and then thumbed at his lips. “do you have ice in your mouth or something?” you asked.
“uh—no..? but.. i.. can if you’d like that?” he said, looking up at you with a worried expression on his face. as he spoke, though, you noticed something shining in his mouth. “open your mouth.” you ordered. and he did so. quicker than you’d expected. he stuck his tongue out, and you gasped. “when did you get that?” you said, staring at the metal ball on his tongue.
“um.. a few days ago. i lost a bet with my brother.” he said, scratching his head and looking away, almost like he was embarrassed. “your brother.. the one in the fraternity?” you asked. “that’s the one.” he confirmed. wasn’t too far off from him. you’ve met him before— saturo. the sleazy, disgustingly sexy yet dangerous frat boy. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him.
“hm.” you said quietly. “do you like it?” he whispered, going back down so his nose was level with your cunt. “does it make you feel good?” he said, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh. he gave you a long, slow lick, from your hole to your clit, not breaking eye contact. “when i got it done,” he said quietly, giving your clit a sweet kiss, and snaking his arms around your thighs to hold you down, so you wouldn’t twitch so much. “i couldn’t stop thinking of you. i was so excited to use it on you..” he murmured against you.
he reached up his hand, dragging his middle finger and ring fingers from your clit, down to circle around your hole, and then finally, inserting them in. he leaned up to you, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, then another against your ear as he fingered you. “satoru—“ you moaned, watching as his fingers disappeared in and out of you. you bit your lip, and then he leaned down to capture your lips, wasting no time to use his tongue.
his tongue circled yours, and you moaned at the taste of yourself, and the feeling of his metal on your tongue. “i lost the bet on purpose.” he whispered against your lips. “i overheard you talking about guys with tongue piercings, and..” he said softly, giving your lips a chaste peck, his thumb moving up to work your clit as he fingered you. “i got jealous. jealous that you potentially didn’t have me in mind.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “i wanted nothing more than for you to experience this. nothing more than for you to use me for as long as you want to.” he said, his tone almost whiny as he pleaded.
Graduation day ends up being fucked for you and academic rival!Gojo
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a/n: I recently graduated so I wanted to write something about it. I wanted to do a quick drabble and somehow ended up with 5k, oops (I didn't know that actually happened to writers)
wc: 5,140
"We've done it." Gojo starts your joint valedictorian speech. "This is the end of four years of hard work. We have cried, laughed, made friends, thrown parties, and, above all, learned a lot. Not only about physics, but also about life, about people, about community." He's standing next to you. It's unfair that he looks like that. "We have created a beautiful environment for us to grow as students and as humans in this world. I am deeply grateful for all of you, my classmates," except me, you think," because there's no one I'd rather share this moment with. All of us deserve to be congratulated for what we've accomplished; it's not easy to graduate from a physics degree, we know that better than anyone."
Now it's your turn. "All the projects submitted at the last minute, the practicals where we showed up hoping someone else had read the protocol…"
"You two always did!" Someone shouts from the crowd.
"That's true," you chuckle, and you continue the speech, "all the late nights at the library, the second year Mechanics exam, how lost we were with the Computer Science project but we all did well, and finally, these last months everyone was busy with their Bachelor's thesis, it's a shame that we didn't get to see each other everyday, but I got to see some of you on the hallways, and I know you were doing well. Remembering all the moments we shared during these years makes me proud of where we are right now. We are honored to have been chosen to speak today, so we can look at all of your faces and see the happiness we all feel at this moment, see the determination in your eyes for what's to come next," you feel Gojo's eyes on you, "whatever each one of you decides to do next." He doesn't look away from you as you step aside to let him continue the speech.
Gojo speaks to the crowd. "I look at my classmates' and I am inspired," He looks directly into your eyes for a second, before turning to the crowd, "because I know people like you will advocate for a better future. I know we stand for scientific and social progress, we stand up for people, we speak up at injustices, and we defend our values." His tie matches his eyes too well. "I wish you all the best, and I'm looking forward to what we will accomplish."
"We will meet again in five, ten years—I will make sure to organize something—, and remember old times together, all these anecdotes, and we will see how far each of us has come. But, for now, we will have our well deserved rest."
Now you both speak on the microphone, "Be ready for the party class of '26!! Time to celebrate!!"
The crowd explodes in a thunderous applause and screams of joy, trenchers flying up and falling back down into the hands of freshly graduated students.
You come down the platform and Gojo follows you down the stairs. He walks by you, purposely bumping into your shoulder and smirking at you. "You didn't do half bad, I still think I should've spoken alone."
"We're literally both valedictorian." You say dryly.
"Yeah, because they pity you. I have more merits."
You raise one eyebrow at him. "I don't care how good you are at martial arts, we have the same grade, we both are valedictorian."
"It's judo, and you should care. Because I'm the strongest." He's seriously annoying, worst of all, he is the strongest. He has a judo scholarship covering for his studies and he is on the judo national team. He even went to the World Judo Championships and won.
"I play the piano." You say, not sure why you feel the need to answer his boasting.
"Yeah, I know, I was at the recital too. You suck." You probably should've walked away and not let him mock you further.
"Well, not everyone is a violin child prodigy, Gojo. Maybe I'm not as good as you, but I don't suck."
"If you're not the best, why do it. I've never played the piano, but I'd probably do better than you. I'm good at everything." He's getting on your nerves already.
"You're such a self-centered, arrogant, egotistic pain in the ass. Leave me alone." You walk away before he has the chance to answer.
Everyone is standing up and starting to leave the patio to go to the frat, where the real party will be at. You follow them, searching for your friends.
Thirty minutes later and after a quick makeup touch up, you arrive at the frat with Shoko and Utahime. Music is already blasting, and recently graduates from different majors are drinking and playing games.
"Hey girls, you're here!" A familiar voice gets your attention from across the room. It's Geto. "Come, grab a drink."
You three make your way to him and he hands you a red cup filled to the top with an orange drink, surely containing alcohol.
"How did your graduations go?" Geto asks. "Mine was so long I almost fall asleep I swear."
"We did the Hippocratic oath, which doesn't sound fun, but it made everything real for me." Shoko smiles.
"In Business, our class president gave a nice speech, it was not too long so it was enjoyable." Utahime intervenes.
"In Physics, my speech with Gojo went well, but he's insufferable. I don't know how you can be friends with him, Geto."
"He's not that bad when you get to know him. And he's fun too. You should try to get along with him." He suggests.
"Not in my worst nightmare." You deadpan. "I can't understand you, Geto."
"You don't have to." He laughs. "Let's go have fun, we just graduated!"
The four of you get into the dance floor and start moving to the beat of the music. After a while, you've finished your cup, so you tell your friends you'll go grab another one. You walk through the crowd and make your way to the kitchen, where Geto told you the good stuff is. You're grabbing a vodka bottle when a certain white-haired man enters the room.
"You're here." He says, sounding kinda surprised.
"Uh, no. I'm actually not here, I don't exist, don't talk to me." You say, quickly pouring the vodka into your cup and searching for a mixer to drink it with.
"Pass me the pineapple juice, it's in the fridge behind you." He points with a hand gesture.
"Grab it yourself. I said ignore me, I didn't come to the party to interact with you" You don't even look at him as you fill your cup to the top with a lemon drink.
"You're literally there, you can grab it. And how do you expect to come to my frat and not see me."
"Just because you are frat president doesn't mean I have to interact with you. I'll enjoy the party with my friends, thank you very much."
"I organized all of this, be more grateful to me. I could kick you out." You decide to ignore him and try to slip away. But he is faster. He takes two long strides and corners you against the fridge. "Don't worry, I won't." He says. "I like that you're in my territory." What the hell does that mean?
Then, he swiftly grabs you by the waist with one arm and spins you both half turn to move you away from the fridge. It catches you by surprise, and you just stand there frozen as he opens the fridge to grab his juice. You observe him as he pours it into his cup and puts it back in the fridge.
"Did the cat eat your tongue? I don't drink alcohol." You knew that already. He turns around to face you and he takes a sip of his drink as he looks you up and down. "You look good in that dress, by the way, but that color…"
You're wearing your graduation dress, a light icy blue satin A-line dress. Simple but elegant. "What's the problem with this color? You're wearing it too."
"Exactly. This is my color." He says. "I don't like that someone else is wearing it too, even less that it's you."
"You don't own light blue, Gojo. What are you gonna do, make me change?"
"I could try. But no, I'm not that much of an asshole. I just find it annoying, that's all." He leans on the fridge and crosses his arms.
You take a step closer to him. "So, what's with the compliment if you don't like it?" You question, taking another step. "I saw you staring earlier, you sure the color is a problem? Or is it just because it's me?" You're so close to him you could seize his light blue tie and strangle him with it. You look down at it, genuinely considering it. You even take it in your hand and stroke it down, containing yourself from pulling it with violence (which would be so satisfying). "I dislike that we're matching too, but at least we'll look good in the pictures of the speech." When you look back up, he's glaring at you.
"I saw you staring at me too. And maybe you're right, it's not the color, you are the problem."
And then he does the most unexpected thing. He pulls you in and he kisses you. He kisses you hard, like he's been holding back, and like he's angry with you. And you kiss him back with the same intensity, because he infuriates you and you need to make that very clear.
When he pulls back, he looks directly into your eyes. "We're not done here." And he grabs your wrist and pulls your arm, dragging you outside of the kitchen. You don't complain, still processing what just happened as you let him guide you upstairs to his room. It's full of judo trophies and books, of course, but you don't have time to notice anything else, because as soon as he closes the door behind you, he is on your neck, sucking and biting. You grab is hair and pull to force him to kiss you in the mouth. You catch his lower lip between your teeth and bite on it, hard enough for him to feel the sting. He groans, and he pushes you harder against the door with his body to kiss you deeper. And that's when you feel it. Something hard against your womb. His dick. You look down and see an obvious tent straining his pants. It looks big. You can't help but think about how it must feel like.
"Hard from a bit of kissing?" You tease, but you feel your own slick pooling on your panties.
"It's your fault. You annoy me, you know that?"
"Oh I know, but I do other things to you too, don't I?"
"I'm gonna make you take that dress off. I don't like it." He says, searching a way to undo the straps at the back of your dress.
"What you don't like is that it turns you on." He finally pulls the right strap and starts undoing your dress so you can take it off. "I understand. You're irritatingly handsome in this suit too." You pull him closer by his tie and kiss him again, taking off his suit jacket.
You start to undo his shirt as he helps you pull your dress down. You step out of your dress and take off his shirt, leaving them of the floor by the door. He lifts you by the ass and you wrap your legs around him as he walks to the bed. He trows you on your back and climbs on top of you. His mouth kisses and bites your neck, and continuing down to your sternum. When he finds your bra in the way, he is quick to take it off and throw it away. His tongue starts to play with your nipples as one hand travels down to your cunt. He feels the wet spot on your panties. "Wet from a bit of kissing?" He finds your clit over the cloth and starts rubbing it. You bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning. "You're just as bad as me, sweetheart." Sweetheart? Seriously?
He slides a hand inside your panties and easily pushes the tip of his finger inside of you at the same time that his thumb finds your clit. You let out a short gasp, at which he pulls out his finger, and brings it to his mouth, smirking. You wrap your legs around his waist and make him fall on top of you, holding him down so his dick presses against your pussy. You both hiss at the sensation.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you turn stupid." Gojo declares.
You know his reputation. How girls throw themselves at him and he gives them the fuck of their lives. But you're not gonna give him the satisfaction of ruining you.
"No, I'm gonna fuck you until you turn stupid and can't form a coherent thought." You counter.
Your lips finds his once more, tongues invading each other's mouth. You catch his lower lip with your teeth again, but now you bite down until it bleeds, making Gojo whimper. He moves to kiss your jaw and he leaves a trail of saliva mixed with a bit of blood. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving a mark. As he bites your neck, your nails trail his back and scratch it. Then, your hands search for his belt and he helps you free his cock. It slaps against his abdomen, already rock hard and dripping with pre-cum.
"Take off your pants." You tell him. You let him stand up and you can't help but admire his cock while he does so. It's long and thick, with a vein running through his length and a flushed tip. It's gonna be harder than expected to not enjoy this too much.
Once he's completely naked, he goes straight to your cunt, leaving kisses on the already soaked cloth. Then, he pulls down your panties and takes them off, throwing them away on the floor. You feel the cold air of the room hitting your pussy. He slides a finger through your folds to spread your slick until your clit and then she shoves two fingers inside of you.
"You're dripping, is that for me?"
"It's not-ah. It's just a physiological reaction to stimulation. A-ah!" You pant.
"Physiological reaction my dick, you freak." He says, as he curls his fingers. He starts drawing circles on your clit and your hips buck against his palm. He fucks you with his fingers and you try to bite back all the moans and reactions he's causing you, but you can't help the whimpers that escape through your teeth. "Mngh, mngh! Ah-Gojo!"
He can feel that you're close, even f you don't want to admit it, but he's not gonna make it easy. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, leaving you empty. You try to grab his cock but he slaps you hand away. "We'll do this my way." He easily flips you over, putting you on your knees and with your face against the mattress. He holds his cock against your entrance, letting his tip soak in your slick, teasing you. Then without warning, he pushes himself inside in one thrust. Gojo groans. "Fuck, baby, you're tight."
He's so big it brings tears to your eyes. You whine, could be from the pleasure or the pain. He stays like that, filling you up completely and you whine again, needing to satiate your lust, "Gojo, move!"
"You're needy now?" He starts moving with a half thrust, pulling out halfway and slamming back in. Again, and again. He picks up the pace and his thrusts become more ruthless, now pounding into you without any sort of control. He grips your hips hard enough to bruise while continuing to slam his hips and balls against your ass. You let out a moan that you hope gets muffled by the mattress. Wet sounds and squelches fill the room, you hear it over the loud music playing downstairs. It's so nasty it vexes you. He's furiously going at it like he hates you. You clench around him and he groans, his pace turning a bit more sloppy.
"Is this all you have, golden boy?" You provoke, as if your thoughts were not holding together by a single delicate thread. That was a mistake on your part.
"Shut up and take it, baby. You should stop thinking soon enough."
He puts a hand on your neck and holds you down, but his pounding does not slow down, on the contrary, it somehow turns deeper, hitting spots inside of you you didn't even know existed. Your lips are parted and your saliva is pooling on the sheets beneath you. You try to say something and complain, but all that comes out from your mouth are little whimpers and moans. You're close, and to make it worse, Gojo moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing carelessly harder than you can take. That throws you over the edge. Before you know it, a wave of pleasure washes all over your body and you're cumming hard on Gojo's cock. But his thrusts do not stop as he fucks you through it. "You're milking me so well, who knew you had it in you."
Your walls flutter around him, still high on your release, and his panting turns heavier; he's close too. He's still relentless with his thrusts and clit rubbing, making overstimulation bring tears to your eyes. You whine and try to lift your torso from the mattress, but your strength is gone, and you can only arch your back. Gojo grunts at that new angle and he feels his balls tighten.
"In or out?" Being decent and asking is the least he can do.
"Mngh, fuck-ah." After your orgasm, words are slowly coming back to you. Key word, slowly.
"Use your words, sweetheart. I don't have ah-all day."
"The fuck out," you manage to say, "I'm not letting you spill inside of me. Mngh!" A tear slides down your left cheek.
"No need to be so rude, you should be ah-grateful to the man who just ah-fucked you stupid. Told you I'd do it." He pulls out and he cums with a groan, spilling white streaks on your ass and on your back. He collapses right beside you, breathing still heavy.
"Clean this shit off me." You say, laying facedown on his mattress.
"On it." He reaches for a wet wipe on his nightstand and starts wiping his cum off your back.
"I just did it because I needed to get it out of my system." You comment, trying to find a justification for your recent actions.
"Same here." He agrees.
As he works his way down your back, he can't help but admire how pretty you look with his cum on you. What a shame that he has to clean it.
"I'm mad at you." You tell him, frustrated that he did, in fact, give you the fuck of your life.
"Why, because I'm too good in bed?" He smirks. Well, yes, but you're not gonna admit that.
"Fuck you, Gojo."
"You just did, sweetheart."
"Don't fucking call me pet names." You say, flipping him off.
"You didn't seem to mind just a minute ago." He finishes cleaning your ass and you feel a bite on your left cheek.
"Ow! What was that for?" You give him an irritated look.
He throws the wet wipe to the bin near his desk with a perfect throw, obviously, it goes in. "Your ass looks too perfect," he lays down on his back next to you, with his hands behinds his head, "I don't like it."
You incorporate yourself to face him. "Gojo," you call him. He turns his head to you, his gaze fixed on your pretty makeup-smeared face. You run your eyes through his toned body before continuing, "I think I still didn't get it out of my system." You say, gravely.
He looks at you with a serious look. "Me neither."
For a second, neither of you move, just looking at each other to see who breaks first. Everything is a competition with him, always.
"Fuck it." You say, as you quickly straddle him and lean in for a kiss. He kisses you back, and, below his rough movements, you notice his eagerness. He wants this as much as you. What the hell is wrong with the both of us?
"Yeah, fuck it." He agrees, and he gropes your ass, pulling you in. His dick is half hard again, you notice it in between your bodies.
You reach for his cock with one hand and give him two teasing stokes, at which he lets out a strangled noise.
"Tell me, Gojo," you start, as you rub your thumb over his slit, "why are you such a jerk?"
"Am not, ah-I just say things as they are-ah." He involuntarily bucks his hips on your palm. "It's not my fault you're not at my level of greatness."
You scowl at him, "Fuck you," and you tighten your hand around his base, making him whimper.
"Yeah, yeah, we already established that." He smirks, his breathing accelerating. "I guess we're doing this your way now?"
"You guessed right, I see you're putting that beautiful brain to work on the important matters."
He's completely hard now, his girth barely fitting in your fist. You guide him to your entrance, already prepared from your previous release, and you sink down on his cock in one smooth motion. He lets out a broken whimper, and you moan at the stretch and throw your head back with your eyes closed at the feeling of being stuffed full again. You start grinding on him slowly, which makes Gojo grab your ass and push to push himself deeper, chasing the pleasure.
As you grind him, you contemplate his sculpted body beneath you. It's unfairly beautiful, he looks like a fucking god. You bite your lip at the sight and can't help the wetness that leaks out of you. You roll your hips so the friction with Gojo's body reaches your clit, a delicious current of pleasure running through your body.
"Ah-fuck!" Gojo lets out a broken moan.
You continue riding him as your breaths accelerate. You clench around him and he moans,forgetting to make any sort of effort to hide the sounds you draw out of him. You clench your walls in purpose again just to make more of a mess out of him. His cock twitches inside of you, a warning that he's close, so you slow down your rhythm. "Not yet, sweetheart." You say, smirking at him.
He lets out a desperate frustrated whine as he feels his orgasm dissipate. He grips your hips hard, as if he's containing himself, knowing that you're the one in control now. "Good boy, Satoru." You say.
"Fuck, don't say that."
"What? Good boy?" You question, starting to move again, "Or Satoru?" He bucks his hips up at that. "Oh? So Satoru?"
He covers his eyes with his arm. This is new, you've never seen him being shy about anything. "You've never called me by my name," he justifies, as if that explains how much he's losing his mind, "a-ah, fuck."
You slowly start to build a steady rhythm with your hips, and then you add a small lift and sink back down. And you do it again, and again, and again. Gojo is gone at that. He doesn't even realize that he has started to thrust up into you, and you guide his hands to you hips and ass so he can shove himself deeper. Pornographic sounds fill the room, completely overshadowing the music from the party, with neither of you bothering about your loud moans anymore. Your cunt flutters when he hits your G-spot just right.
"Fuck, don't clench like that, or I'm gonna cum." Gojo warns.
But you're only chasing your own pleasure now. You keep moving like that, letting him hit your G-spot and chasing the friction of your bodies. You clench again and his abdomen tenses, he's close.
"I'll let you cum inside." You inform him.
He doesn't even answer, he just nods eagerly, not even registering your sudden change of mind. Guess you did fulfill your promise and fuck him stupid too.
"Cum with me, Satoru." You tell him. And with that, an orgasm rips through him with a loud moan, making him pulse inside of you. This is what you wanted to feel, and it's what makes you reach your own high. You continue to ride him through your orgasms and then collapse on top of him.
He doesn't pull out yet, fluids leaking out of where your bodies are joined. He hugs you in that position and you stay like that for some minutes, without saying anything, too tired to move.
You're the first to break the hug. Supporting yourself on his chest, you look down at him, grinning, "I told you I'd fuck you stupid too."
"Guess we're even now." He says, hands resting on your butt.
You incorporate so he can pull out, and, when he does, you feel the loss on your tummy. Fluids get on the sheets, which he doesn't seem to mind, and you both start to clean up and search for your clothes.
"Got it out of your system, already?" Gojo asks.
"Mmm…" you hesitate, pretending to look for your bra. The truth is that there's still something in you, a feeling that you want to ignore that tells you that you haven't had enough, it lingers in the back of your mind. "Yeah," you lie, "this won't happen again."
Gojo sighs, reaching for his pants. That's probably what he thinks too, you reason.
You both get dressed in silence. You get in your dress, but you can't tie the back. "Gojo, can you help me tie the dress?"
He comes closer to you and starts lacing the strands of the back of the dress. "What are you doing next year?"
"Staying here, master's in Astrophysics."
"I'm doing that one too." He's still tying your dress. He takes a few seconds before continuing, "It's hard to get rid of you, huh?" He chuckles.
He finishes tying a bow with the strands and you thank him. "Let's go back to the party and pretend nothing happened." You say, avoiding his gaze and grabbing your makeup.
Gojo nods, "I'll go down first." He walks to grab the handle of the door. Without turning around, he says, "Close the door when you get out." And leaves.
You're left alone in his room reapplying your makeup. You notice it's not all trophies and books, but also merchandising figures from Digimon and other animes you don't know. His pin-board is full of colorful notes, and on the desk he has a monitor he probably uses to play video-games. There's also pictures of his friends all around the room, a drawing of him signed by Geto (you have one of yourself too, he drew all of his friends), a poster of a nebula—you recognize that one, it's a picture of the Orion Nebula taken by the Hubble—, by its side, a small printed picture of the Earth with "Amaze! Amaze! Amaze!" written on the bottom—this is from the Artemis II mission.
Contemplating his life like this feels intrusive—after all, Gojo's not someone you're very close with, more like the opposite—,but at the same time, it makes him more reachable, and something in you softens at the realization that you're not that far apart.
When you return to the party to find your friends, you locate them by the door laughing at something someone just said. When you get to them, you're met with the unpleasant scenario of Geto and Shoko laughing at Gojo's joke—surely a stupid one. At least Utahime seems to find him as unbearable as you, with that side-eye she's directing him.
"Hey, where were you? You went for a drink a long time ago." Utahime questions, happy to change the subject with your arrival.
"I ran into some classmates and got caught up talking, I didn't realize how much time passed, sorry." You give her a guilty smile. I mean, it's not a complete lie, technically, Gojo is your classmate.
"And your drink?" Shoko asks.
Drink? Oh, right, the one I was preparing before… Your eyes deviate to Gojo for a split second, who is enjoying your attempt of a cover-up. "Uhm, I probably left it somewhere, I don't know where it is." You try to laugh it off.
"You're such a bad friend, did you even remember them during all this time?" Gojo mocks.
You glare at him, hoping your face says «This is your fault, so shut up or I'll kill you.» Looking back at your friends you say, "I'm gonna get another cup, anyone else?"
"Nah, I'm good." Geto says. Both Shoko and Utahime shake their heads.
"Get me pineapple juice, you know where it is." Of course, Gojo has to say something.
"I'm not getting anything for you, I told you."
"You prefer me going with you?" He raises an eyebrow.
"I prefer you not talking to me."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, sweetheart."
You freeze at that.
Suguru observes. "What's with you two? Did you argue again?"
"What stupid thing is it now?" Shoko questions.
"It's nothing," you say, "he's pissing me off, for a change."
"Yeah, fuck me, right?" Gojo says with a grin.
You roll your eyes at him and walk away to the kitchen, Gojo runs after you to catch up. "You're having too much fun with this," you tell him once you're far enough from your friends, "tone it down or they'll notice something."
Geto observed the whole interaction with a furrow, there's definitely something different in your bickering. Gojo's grin, your glances at him, that last thing he said… Could it be that…? Oh my god, that's it.
He watches you both come back with your new cups, his eyes widening and his lips parting at the realization he just had hitting slowly. Gojo notices him immediately, and puts an arm around his neck. "Hey man, care to talk about that thing I told you about the other day?" He says, escorting him outside. Geto's eyes go back and forth between you and Gojo, but he lets himself be dragged by Gojo.
"What are they so secretive about?" Shoko wonders.
You shrug, "Who knows."
a/n: I had fun writing this! The ending was a bit tricky, I think it's a bit weak? But I did what I could soo...
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