#bottom gojo

[pab10n]

Implications

[thebussyinspector]

Gojo and you as best friends who obviously like each other

warnings: suggestive, college au, bottom gojo

masterlist, pt. 2

[fanon-canon-idfk]

Frat geto and frat gojo getting out freaked by nerd reader? It could both or separate but imagine their at a study session and things start getting spicy, and maybe the think reader is a virgin but suddenly they start taking control of the situation, like making them 69 or something like that while he preps them. This is crazy and makes no sense I’m so sorry😭hope you’re having a good day or night!

“I Want My Boyfriends to Kiss” — Ashnikko

Frat!Gojo x Male Nerd!Reader x Frat!Geto

CW: Threesome(obv), kinda toxic if you squint..?

(Not proofread I got lost in the sauce)

You were a means to an end, at first.

Both Satoru and Suguru weren’t failing, whatsoever, yet they called your number on the flyer because they knew exactly who you were. Everyone on campus did.

You were that one smoke-show on campus nobody could believe was a complete nerd, and yet, that made you so much hotter.

You were that guy that everyone knew about but nobody knew. You kept to yourself and your few friends seemed to carry all the conversations while you listened.

Everyone either wanted to get a hit of you or wanted to see who finally would. As far as rumors went, you hadn’t slept with a single person for the past two years of school. Your roommate was a gossip, telling all his friends about how you’ve never brought someone back, not even once!

Satoru and Suguru were on the side of wanting you. It was a mix between wanting you because you were hot and the novelty around you. If they could brag about having you, then they’d be the first. Everyone would be so jealous, and they could then have you to themselves since nobody would dare try to live up to them.

So when they saw you put up a flyer offering paid tutoring they were the firsts to call. Couldn’t let anyone else take advantage of the open invitation. They made up some lie about struggling in a random subject from your list— was it statistics?

They had no problem with getting the money, frat “donations” and all, so the next part was just picking a place to do it.

Between the frat boys, it was a question of Suguru’s place or Satoru’s. That was until you offered up your place. How bold of you!

They didn’t hesitate for a second. Getting to bone you AND getting to be one of the few people who see your bedroom?? Score.

The next day, right on your agreed-upon time, the two boys showed up in their most fuckable attire. Suguru in a short-sleeved button up with way too little buttons, and Satoru in that shockingly tight, bordering-on crop-top of a t-shirt he was so famous for. Both in their respective ass-hugging jeans, of course.

And you, more than likely not even trying, were just as hot to them. God, you were perfect.

“So, what parts of stats aren’t you getting? Is it formulas or something?” You didn’t even greet them, just getting straight to business. Honestly, they were a little disappointed at the lack of cute nerd stereotypes they’d dreamed of but they got over it.

“Yeah, formulas and all that. Real hard to memorize, y’know?” Satoru agreed, acting half-assedly. He just wanted to get to the fun part already. You looked really fucking good, sleeves rolled up to your elbows all sexy-teacher-like.

Suguru was kind enough to pick up the slack for him, “Maybe you can explain a few of them? Slowly, please.” He smirked, clearly up to far more than studying.

You weren’t stupid, obviously. You knew the target on your back around school, your friends never let you forget it. You knew the two’s reputation and why they were trying to get closer to you. Everyone knew that Satoru fucks like a bunny and Suguru has a long trail of broken hearts following him.

And yet, you didn’t refuse them or tell them to go away. Partially because you did need that money, but also because you were strategizing.

If you slept with the two, nobody else would try getting into your pants. It would intimidate everyone who tried. The frat boys were jerks but everyone admitted they were good as hell in bed. Anyone who tried you after them would just become insecure.

So, you let them think they were using you, so that you could use them. And… a little fun in the meantime wouldn’t hurt.

It was Satoru who made the first move, a hand to your thigh not even 20 minutes into your studying. How impatient.

“I’m pretty tired. Can we take a break?” He tilted his head all cutesy as he asked. He’s so obvious it’s not even funny.

Then you felt a weight on your shoulder, Suguru with his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon, we’ll work right after.” He pushed, moving to whisper in your ear “We’ll do whatever you want~.”

That’s how the two ended up making out on top of one another, each with your fingers stuffing them full.

Satoru was kissing Suguru so sloppily, hardly able to focus with your right hand smothering his prostate and Suguru’s boner smothering his own. Suguru wasn’t in much better shape, gasping and panting against Satoru’s lips due to, not just the weight on top of him, but the inescapable pleasure he was being put through. Unable to squirm away.

You hadn’t let either cum yet, telling them it was “Just the prep” as if you hadn’t been at this for the past 30 minutes. With each added finger you’d say, “Just a bit more.” And every time they’d whine and groan against the other’s lips.

It was three fingers in that Satoru reached behind him for your hand. “Pleeaasee…. can’t… can’t do it anymore..” He pleaded.

Suguru joined in, unable to reach your other hand so resorting to holding Satoru for comfort. “Just.. hah… just fuck us already… however you want- js’ do it…”

You thought for a minute, unsure if you wanted the fun to end, until you felt the neediness of your own cock, desperate for release. So, you relented, pulling your fingers out of them slowly, which of course caused them to whine at the loss. It was like they couldn’t make up their minds.

They moved off of each other while you lubed yourself up, needing to breathe and cool off. Their chests felt like they’d explode any second. Fuck, they really miscalculated thinking you were a virgin. When did you have the time to learn all this??

Their break was cut short however when you spoke up, “I want you two back on each other. Face me this time, Gojo, ok?” You spoke so clearly, like you were completely unashamed of the situation. It’s not like they were but they didn’t expect anything like this from you!

They listened, surprisingly obedient for them of all people. Suguru was back on his back as Satoru carefully laid himself back onto Suguru’s chest, nearly sitting on his dick while he was at it. He mumbled a small ‘sorry’ to Suguru when he accidentally did, eliciting a groan.

“No reason to apologize,” you cut in, “It’s exactly what I want you to do.” You slipped your hands between them, gently grabbing at Suguru’s length, causing him to whimper quietly. That whimper soon turned into a full on moan from both of them when you began slowly inching Suguru into Satoru’s entrance.

“W-what are you-“ You cut him off, “Relax, Satoru. I’ll fill you myself after. I can only fuck you one at a time, y’know.” He kept quiet after that, apprehensively watching you stuff him with his best friend’s cock. He and Suguru had slept together before, that’s no shock, but you would soon be the first person they’d ever do it in front of.

Once Suguru was snug inside his best friend, catching his breath after to adjust, you began inching into him. He groaned behind those perfect teeth, head falling back on your pillow, haloed by his own raven hair. And of course, each movement he made, Satoru felt. He could also hear every one of Suguru’s groans loud and clear beside his ear, biting his lip to cope.

After giving everyone a moment to adjust, you suddenly brought your hand up to Satoru’s length and began rocking your hips into Suguru, stroking him at the same pace. Soon just rocking turned into thrusting into Suguru, which of course added to his own thrusts into Satoru.

“F-fuuuuuck…” Satoru moaned, voice wobbly with the movement as his head fell back beside his beat friend’s. The two boys were moaning, almost in harmony to one another. They really were joint at the hip, how cute.

The tangle of legs between the two was getting awkward so Suguru busied himself with holding Satoru’s thighs up to his chest, spreading him open for the both of you to see. He let out a more open-mouthed moan at that.

You worked diligently at keeping a pace in your movements, the other two falling behind by a second. Your thumb was rubbing and stroking at the underside of Satoru’s length whilst your hips were pounding into Suguru’s harsher and harsher over time.

Suguru had yet to make too much sound, compared to his loud mouth roommate, and you decided to challenge yourself. You angled your hips in numerous ways, searching and searching for that one, special-

“Fuck!” Spot.

Soon enough Suguru was panting open-mouthed right next to Satoru’s ear, and you could tell by the look at his face that he was envious. After all, in this position— especially with how distracted Suguru is— Suguru couldn’t really hit his sweet spot the way he needed.

You decided to be generous, after all, you had a free hand.

Satoru gasped at the newer intrusion, looking down between his legs to see you squeezing a finger into his already stuffed hole. “He’s not hitting it, huh? So selfish of Suguru. He’s not even trying to make you cum.” You sank your fingers deeper, eliciting a groan out of both of them. “I guess it’s up to me.”

“Hah hah… anngh!” Satoru’s teeth clenched as his back arched, mouth almost immediately falling back open to moan loudly yet again. “Oh fuck- oh fuh- haaah..” He was now desperately bucking up into your fist, unsure which side of his pleasure to lean into. Suguru wasn’t in any better spot, nails digging into Satoru’s thighs as his hips wriggled aimlessly.

Suguru wanted to run from the overwhelming pleasure but there was nowhere to go. You were nonstop pounding into his entrance and Satoru was clenching around him like he intended to never let go, that tightness greatened by the bonus of your fingers. All that and he was stuck under Satoru’s weight, literally held down. He just had to sit and take it.

Fuck, he was so close.

“Y/N… oh, god, Y/N… ‘m close.. Satoru m’ close..” he warned you both, hips beginning to buck harsher than before, sending Satoru right to cloud nine. As Satoru’s back lifted off Suguru’s chest you knew he was close as well.

“It’s fah…. ‘s finee.. yer c-clean jus’- fuck! Just cum in me..” Satoru rambled, assuring his best friend it was ok to let go. Almost as the universe’s reward for his kindness, your fingers finally managed to push Suguru’s tip right into his prostate, causing him to cry out.

It took only just a few more thrusts from the both of you for Satoru the spill all over himself, legs kicking around at the overwhelming pleasure only to be stabilized by Suguru’s hands. And of course, due to Satoru’s squeezing, Suguru came right after him, staining both Satoru’s walls and your fingers with white.

The two ground together for a bit longer before stilling, coming down from their respective highs. They panted almost in sync, lost completely in the bliss of their orgasms.

That was until they both gradually realized you hadn’t cummed at all, looking down at you in confusion. You met their gazes simply, “What? I told you, Satoru would get his turn.”

They both looked to each other.

They were so bragging about this if they could walk tomorrow.

[4nicolas]

satoru gojo x male reader

frotting with gojo >>> literally anything else // art by 3aem

mdni 18+

cw - overstimulation, cock drunk gojo, handjobs, kissing, aftercare, crying, he loves you so much

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you were straddling satoru, legs on either side of his thighs, hands on his hips keeping him held down.

he bucked his hips up lazily against you, trying to get the sweet friction that he craved. he needed the feeling of your body against his and he was not too happy about the way you were denying him right now.

your cock slid up and down against his, rubbing in a way that sent sparks of energy through him. he could feel your balls against his, the soft skin pressing into his own sack. technically you were pressed against him, just not in the way he needed right now.

he whined against your mouth, trying his best to voice his frustrations but his lips were too busy being smothered by yours to talk, not that he was complaining.

his hands dug into your back, nails digging into your skin, not hard enough to bleed but hard enough to leave marks.

your hands slid up, gripping his waist, resisting the urge to just give in and let the pleasure consume you. to take what you wanted from him until there was nothing left.

but you couldn’t do that to satoru. your sweet boy, the man who stole your heart, as well as your body. you really couldn’t do it now, not when he was like this, all whiny and clingy, throbbing for you, for your dick.

you were moving at a slow pace, the grind of your hips against satorus making the both of you dizzy. he didn’t know how he was managing to kiss you and not dissolve from the pure pleasure.

satoru could barely breath, pulling back and burying his face into your neck, inhaling, smelling the hazy scent of your colonge, the same one he complimented you whenever he smelled it. you knew he went crazy for it so you wore it every time.

he wanted to kiss you, mark you, claim your entire body as his. he didn’t want a single other person to look at you, you were his, no one else’s. you weren’t allowed to make anyone else feel like this. your body was his and his only, especially your dick.

he couldn’t even think properly, mind completely taken over by you. all he could think about was you, you, you.

he wanted nothing more than to slide his hands down, grab your hips and make you move faster, the feeling of your shaft rubbing against his was gonna make him cry.

he needed more, he knew you knew this. you always knew what he needed yet continued to tease him like this.

your mouth attatched to his neck after he pulled away from your lips, sucking on the soft, smooth skin of your precious white haired boyfriend.

you could feel the way satorus brows furrowed against your neck, lips downturned in a small pout. he was always so cute when he got like this, needy and wanting, all desperate and hard.

as you quickened the pace, satoru couldn’t hold back, whimpering and whining against your skin, unable to stay quiet.

his body arched up against you, his base rubbing against your tip, your breath hitching at the sudden overwhelming contact.

your hands gripped him tighter, groaning as you press him harder into the mattress, body’s flush against one another. satoru let out a whimper in victory, glad you were pressed against him.

one of satorus hands slid up, entangling in your hair, tugging lightly on the strands, earning a low noise of approval from you.

satoru felt so warm, the way you groaned into his ear combined with the feeling of your body against his made his heart race. the feeling of you grinding against him was even better.

his hands pressed down on your back, trying to push you closer against him, even being crushed under your body wasn’t enough to satoru.

satoru turns back to you, pulling your hair up and into a kiss with him again, lips eagerly moving against yours.

your tongue grazed his bottom lip, satoru immediately parting his lips, wanting nothing more than to have your tongue inside his mouth.

he didn’t put up much of a fight, surrendering in a matter of seconds, not that he cared, he loved letting you take control. he loved finally having someone to take care of him, someone to have the dominance over him that no one else did.

he wanted to give himself to you, to let you worship and use his body however you pleased. he wanted this to go on forever, he would kill for that. the idea of being yours forever made him woozy, he needed you, he needed to be by your side at all times.

his head was spinning, struggling to focus, should he focus on your lips or your dick?

your lips were pressing against his with hunger, the low groans leaving your mouth making him twitch, your tongue exploring his mouth.

a shiver went down his spine as he felt a drop of your pre slip down his shaft, your tip only rubbing the wetness against him with each movement of your hips.

it was starting to feel wet, but at the same time you were both moving with such intensity satoru barely cared, just needing more of you on him, preferably in him.

with every grind of your hips he could feel the nerves in his body lighting up, heat spreading throughout him. it felt so good, your cock sliding against his with ease now, the both of you dripping fairly consistently.

every press of your lips only served to make him more and more addicted to the feel of you, addicted to the way you so easily got him worked up, addicted to the way you made him feel so loved and wanted.

satoru was drowning in your attention, in your touch, it was almost too much for him. he can’t believe he has you like this. he can’t believe he deserves to have this. he can’t believe you actually want him.

his brain felt like it was melting, he couldn’t think a single rational thought when you were so close like this, the friction clouding his mind.

his body was responding so enthusiastically, welcoming you like it did every time before. his body had grown so accustomed to yours, you knew each other inside and out and it felt incredible.

he loved that you could make him feel like this. he loved that you could wear him down into nothing but a cock drunk, clingy mess.

he loved you.

oh he loved you.

“satoru? you alive down there?”

you pull back, voice breaking his train of thought. satoru blinking his eyes as he tries focusing on your face again.

“y-yeah.. im here.”

he mumbles out, arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders.

hes only met with a small peck, comforting smile on your face and satoru could barely register your words. you were so pretty, he just wanted to reach up and touch your face and-

“-hello?”

right. you said something. he wasn’t even paying attention.

satoru gives you a sheepish smile, going to speak before the drag of your cock against his forces out a groan.

he couldn’t bring it in him to focus on your words, not when your dick was right there and making him feel like this.

“feels.. g-good.”

he murmurs out, tilting his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out shaky breaths, silent groans leaving him.

you only chuckle, the sound sending more heat down to satorus crotch. he was so far gone it wasn’t even funny.

all he could do was lay there, basking in your touch, practically all smiles and moans with the way you rolled your hips against his.

the feeling of your skin pressing together was a lot in itself. the fact that he could feel both your cocks smushed between your body’s was making it even more overwhelming.

it felt so warm and he knew he was leaking a lot, of course he was, you always made him feel this way, so.. out of it, so.. unraveled, and fuck he loved it.

he loved that you could just make him forget with your touches, your words, your dick.

he groaned and whimpered, being as vocal as he could so you knew how much you affected him. he needed you to know how good you made him feel.

your hips wouldn’t stop, not for a second, satoru could only feel the pleasure, take it all in and enjoy, his body not allowing for any protest. it wasn’t something he allowed often, with you he was different. you held him in a way that made him want to let go, to trust you and let you show him these things.

you treated him so good. his cheeks heated up anytime he thought about it. how you kissed him with such tenderness, how you cleaned him up after moments like these, how you loved him.

you grunt from on top of him, fingers digging into his hips, it hurt, but he wouldn’t say anything.

“satoru.. i’m close.”

your voice was low in his ear, sending butterflies through his stomach and into his body. he felt giddy at the words, then the actual meaning hit him.

he nodded, biting his lip, breathless noises of pleasure escaping his lips as he bucked his hips up. the slickness between you two wouldve made him cringe any other time but for now he just needed to cum.

his head was still tilted back, your lips sucking and biting away on his skin. he was sure you left marks, ones he would have to cover before class tomorrow.

satorus body was pushed back and forth, your grinding growing more and more insistent. the bed was rocking, headboard creaking with every thrust.

satoru squeezed his eyes shut, groaning shamelessly now as he pulls you closer, arms wrapped tight around your neck and shoulders.

“fuck.. oh fuck, baby, y/n, I- I can’t.”

satoru whimpers out, clawing weakly at your back, nails doing little to steady him. you pull off his neck, the sensitive skin turning a dark red as you bring your face closer.

“shh.. I got you. let go for me, satoru..”

you coo, breathing into his ear, your shaft rubbing up against his even faster. he felt so hard, you could feel him pulsing against you. you sure weren’t any better, hard as a brick and leaking all over him.

satoru felt the familiar jolt of heat spread through him, toes curling as he arches his back, chest pressing further against yours as he cums with a loud, pornographic moan.

you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his dick hot and stiff as ropes of cum shoot between you two, coating your stomach and his.

he was twitching violently, weak splurts still going as you continue moving against him. satoru was a mess, whining and squirming underneath you.

satoru couldn’t help the tear that slips down his cheek, moaning loudly as your hand reaches down and wraps around you both, stroking eagerly.

it was too much, satoru was really gonna cry now. he was always sensitive but this was too much. you still hadn’t stopped grinding either.

he felt his eyes watering up, shaking beneath you, your weight pinning him down. your hand was warm around him, he could feel himself twitching, though he didn’t think he had it in him to go again.

he hoped you would just wanna pass out and cuddle.

his thoughts came to a screeching halt as your head tilts back, hips stuttering and hand slowing as you groan.

satoru whined, biting his lip at the sight of you cumming, your face scrunched up in pleasure. was his body the one that made you look like that? he felt his heart race at the thought.

after a few seconds, you dip your head back down, breathing heavily and releasing your hand, sliding it up to hold satorus cheek.

you lean in, kissing both his cheeks softly, he only stared at him, completely drunk on your touch. your thumb wipes the slow tears slipping down his skin occasionally, satoru didn’t even know why he was still crying.

he let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding when you lifted him up, shimmying off the mattress and walking him over to the bathroom.

the counter was cold underneath him, pale thighs almost blending in with the marble countertop.

he could see himself in the mirror from here, the marks and bites littering his body from you were gonna be difficult to hide. you had basically sucked a mark into every inch of his skin, his neck especially..

he watches you walk around, preparing a bath for him, your hand dipping in the water to check the temperature, getting towels out for afterwards. he watches you stumble out of the bathroom, resisting the urge to follow you before you return, holding two pairs of boxers.

satoru feels his heart flutter, you were being so caring. he loved this. he loved feeling like this, loved and appreciated. he seriously loved you so much.

you pick him up, arms under his thighs and back as you carry him over to the tub, setting him down into the warm water.

and when you slip into the tub behind him he melts further, falling asleep safe in your arms, knowing he’ll wake up in clean underwear and clean sheets, because of course you’re gonna spoil satoru gojo.

who else would if not you?

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the goat 3aem, their gojo is so fine bro..

zoo wee mama guys..

does anyone else have intense urges to frot with satoru. ik he has a nice ass dick, I want nothing more than to press mine against it :p

[l1tw1ck]

Sensei Knows Best

Dom!Bottom!FTM Satoru x Subby!Top!Non-Human!Male Reader

❄️ Word Count: 3,429 ❄️

Satoru knows it's wrong to take advantage of his own student's poor mental health and anxieties but he isn't the good guy he used to be. You can call him cruel, selfish, and evil all you want but you know he's the only person that could ever love a monster like you

AFAB Language Used | [Kinktober]

🕯️: finally getting back into jjk :3

CW: Non-Con, Teacher/Student, Drunk Reader, Manipulation, Choking, Virginity Loss, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Belly Bulge, Squirting, Creampie, Fingering, Size Difference

Yes, Gojo is obviously very familiar with the laws, rules, and morals regarding the hypothetical relationships between a teacher and their student. He's always established proper boundaries with his students and he swore he would never even entertain such an idea, until you showed up.

It's not his fault that you're such a sweetheart, that you're so lovable and gentle with everyone and everything you come across, that you know who does and doesn't deserve your kindness, and that you don't hesitate to decimate any threats to anyone’s safety. It isn't fair to assume he’d never fall for you when you're so handsome and well endowed. He can't control who his soulmate is.

He's tried to get over you, he's been on plenty of (bad) dates over the past year, but there's nothing he can do to pry himself away from you. In all honesty, he's sure he's a better match for you anyways. None of your peers know how to handle you and they're all too shallow to truly give you the care you deserve. He can't let anyone else take your virginity and ruin your first time with their poor attempts at seduction, they wouldn't even be able to last thirty seconds with your thickness inside them. Maybe they wouldn't even be able to get it inside in the first place, they’d be too scared, but he’d be able to take it.

Of course he shouldn't know the status of your “v-card” or how big your dick is, which he swears could tear apart reality itself with its girth, but it's his job to keep tabs on you. You were born different from others with a powerful ability that could hurt you (and others) if kept unchecked. That's why he has to watch you shower, he can't have you run into danger when you're in such a vulnerable position. And because he can't let you fall victim to the vapid, blood-sucking sluts that want to use you, he's going to bravely intervene and save you.

Gojo calls out your name. “Got a second?” He smiles sweetly with his hands behind his back, pretending to not know you're in the middle of being confessed to.

“Uh–” You turn to the guy in front of you. “I’m sorry, I-”

The student pouts. “Just give me a chance.” He moves closer to you, unaware of how tightly Gojo’s clenching his fists.

“I can't, I’m sorry, I- can we still be friends?”

He sighs and walks off without a response.

“Did I show up at a bad time?” Gojo mentally flips him off.

“No, it's fine, sensei.” You shake your head.

“Well, in that case, I got a generous donation and I’d like to spend it on my top performing student.” He pulls out a restaurant gift card that he totally didn't buy himself. “Are you free tonight?”

“Oh– uh, thank you.” You smile. You’ve learned to just accept his kindness even if you think it's a waste for him to do it for you instead of himself, he never lets you “win” in these situations. “Yeah, I have time.”

“Great! Why don't we meet here at the end of the day?”

“Okay.” You nod. “See you then.”

“You're pretty popular, [Name]. With all the people I’ve seen confessing their feelings to you, I’d have thought you were famous if I didn't know any better.” Gojo smiles as the waiter serves you the expensive meal he insisted you order.

“It's…it definitely makes me feel like that.” You laugh softly, nervously playing with your food. “I don't think they really like me though.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno, it's not like any of them know me, I’m not really…boyfriend material.”

Gojo looks at you like you kicked a stray puppy. “You're joking. You're like the Italian silk of boyfriend material! You're perfect.”

You blush. “You don't have to flatter me, sensei.”

“I’m not flattering you, I’m being honest.” He slides his foot up your pant leg, making your face even warmer. “Do I have to prove it to you?” He gives you an unmistakably seductive look.

“Um- that's okay-” You take a large, nervous sip of Gojo’s drink without realizing. He doesn't bother to tell you it's his, he only ordered it so he could goad you into drinking it. It’s not like he needs to say anything anyways, the taste of it tells you enough. You cough. “Sorry-”

“It's fine, you can have more if you want.”

You shake your head as your body starts to rise in temperature.

“Ahem…I would rather focus on school than relationships, so…” You nervously fidget with your hands. “It doesn't really matter if they're genuine or not.”

Gojo stops himself from frowning. “You work so much as it is, don't you think you have the right to date and have fun? You won't have as much time for it once you graduate.”

“I dunno…I guess I’m just not ready.” You eat to avoid continuing the conversation. Your eating speed slowly progresses as you get increasingly drunker by the minute.

“Hey, slow down, big guy, you’ll get hiccups.” He chuckles, grabbing your wrist to stop you from devouring your food. “You’ve never had alcohol before, have you?”

“Of- of course not! Sorry..” You immediately apologize for responding so rudely. You look around nervously. “What if someone saw?”

“If anyone did, I’ll vouch for ya, ‘kay?”

You nod, slowly finishing the rest of your plate. “Thank you, sensei.”

“Of course, I’ll drive you home.”

“Aw, you can't even open the door?” Gojo giggles as he does the honors of unlocking your front door.

“Oh- you don't have to go in- it's messy and-”

“I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't get you safely into bed. Do you know how many things you bumped into just now?” He drags you inside and closes the door behind you. He takes you to your living room and sits you down on the couch. He's glad you live alone. “You can't lay down yet, you might get sick.” He hurries to the kitchen and pours you a glass of water before returning to you.

“Thank you, sensei.” You smile and chug the water.

Gojo sits down and snuggles up next to you, making you freeze. “What's the real reason you don't want a relationship?”

You blush. He saw right through you. “I’m just…scared that I’ll lose control and they'll find out what I’m really like. I'm good at concealing myself but if I let my emotions get in the way…”

“And you think you’ll drive people away.”

You nod. You already had an incident in the past, you had to move miles away from your hometown.

“I can't say your fears are unfounded, but I’m here for you, [Name]. You don't have to hide anything from me, you know I’m too strong for you to hurt me.”

“I- I know, sensei, but…”

“What I’m saying is, I love you, [Name]. I love all of you.”

You stutter. “I uhm, I love you too, sensei–”

“No, not just like that.” He intertwines his fingers with yours. “This can be another secret just between us, do you love me?”

You look at him in shock.

“Just say yes.”

Your stomach is doing flips. “You're my– my-”

“[Name], don't be scared,” He climbs onto your lap. “I’m the only person that can understand and handle what you're going through, no one else could make you happy.” He gently holds your slightly agape jaw and kisses you. You remain still like a statue even as his tongue attempts to initiate an exchange with yours. “Come on, baby, I’ll teach you how to kiss.” He pulls you back in and you force yourself to reciprocate. He subconsciously grinds down on you.

“Ah– sensei-” You look adorable to him.

Gojo smiles and sinks down to his knees. He reaches for your pants. You almost jump out of your skin. “You trust me, don't you?” He pulls them down despite your clear apprehension.

“Ye- yeah-”

“Then just relax for me.” He eagerly frees your cock and drags his tongue up it. Your body trembles as you struggle to figure out where to put your hands. Your cock hardens in his possession and reveals itself as a grower. “And I thought you couldn't get any bigger…” He doesn't hesitate to deepthroat you. You come inside his mouth mere seconds later, unexpectedly filling his mouth with globs of your pent up spend.

“Fuck- I’m so sorry–”

He swallows it all up then passionately sucks you off, you're still hard after all. Breathy curses spill from your mouth but you don't try to stop him. You trust him.

“Mmh~” He loves feeling you in his throat, he already knows this is his second favorite position with you. The first is obviously reserved for when you fuck him. He pulls his mouth off then kisses the tip, teasingly suckling on it to squeeze out even more of your tasty cum. He gently plays your balls as he licks every inch of your shaft. “Can you come in sensei’s mouth again, baby?”

“Ye- yes-” You whimper, digging your nails into your palms as your cock erupts once more. He moans as he swallows it all.

Gojo pulls your pants back up and licks his lips. He's already craving more of your cum but he knows he shouldn't push you too hard.

“Wha- what about you?” You’re honestly scared, you don't even want to imagine having sex with your teacher, but you can't let yourself just take and take from him without giving anything in return.

He stands up and removes his pants, revealing his lacy underwear with a convenient pussy-exposing slit at the base. Your entire body almost lights on fire when you finally realize that this entire thing was a date. He was trying to get in your pants this whole time and you thought he was just platonically treating you to a meal.

He climbs onto you, pressing his knees onto either cushion of the couch so that he hovers over you, and guides your hand to his pussy. You gulp and clumsily feel him up. He's so wet. You experimentally slip a finger into him, carefully studying his reaction, then add another. “Yeah~” He moans. “One more.”

After a small struggle, you get a third finger inside him. You slowly get your fingers fully enveloped in his warmth.

“Right there, curl them.”

You curl your fingers, successfully locating his g-spot. “Uh– do- do I-” You press your fingers against it. You don't even really watch porn, you don't think you have enough experience for him.

“Mhm, just like that, keep going for me.” He pushes his shirt up, showing off his matching bra. Your nose is threatening to start bleeding just from seeing his nipples poking out from behind the much-too-revealing fabric. “Good boy, making sensei feel so good~”

If it's just this, you can be okay with it. The way that he looks and sounds as you pleasure him makes you feel more inclined to indulge him, his charms aren't easy to resist. He's done so much for you and really, the whole world. Doesn't he deserve to feel good? To be happy and pampered? Even if it's by someone so much younger than him and so much less eager? And so, so much more afraid?

“Faster, baby, fuck sensei’s pussy with your fingers~” He circles his finger around his nipple. You comply and speed up your movements. “Oh fuck-” He gasps. “Oh my God, don't stop!” His mouth hangs open whorishly as he climbs towards his orgasm.

You feel like you're going to overheat, you can't deny the way your body responds to him.

Gojo squirts for the first time in his life. This is how he knows you're his soulmate. Who else could make him feel this good with just their fingers? He pulls you into a short, messy kiss then calls your name. “Please,”

Your breath hitches. Please?

“Please fuck me, [Name].” He won't be able to sleep otherwise.

“I’ve never– it wouldn't feel— I-”

“I’m your sensei for a reason, I’m here to teach you.” He smiles gently. “But you're drunk, so I’ll do all the work, okay?”

You nod reluctantly. He, on the other hand, eagerly fishes your cock back out and smiles smugly at how hard you've gotten again. He grabs your shoulders and lines himself up with your length.

“Fuck~” He gasps, struggling to get you inside. “Oh God– how are you so big~?” He can't believe he ever tried to settle for anything smaller in the past.

“Is– is that bad?”

“No, fuck no! It's perfect!” He arches his back once it squeezes its way inside and slams himself down to feel all of it. You stare at him in shock as he squirts again. “I think you were made for me.” He brings your hand to the bulge in his stomach. Maybe you were. At least, you want to believe that you were. That would justify this. Sort of.

“You- you feel…so–” Your nose actually starts to bleed. “Wait- what if I can't pull out?”

“I’m on the pill, you can come inside as much as you want.” He can feel your cock throb in response. He’ll secretly stop taking it if he has to resort to it though. “Speaking of which, how often do you masturbate anyway? Your cum is so thick.” He rolls his hips.

“Almost never-”

Gojo grins wide, he's gonna have a lot of fun corrupting you. “Yeah? It's not good to be so pent up all the time, sensei will make sure you're taken care of from now on.” He starts riding you, now determined to make sure you catch up on what you've been missing out on.

You're starting to understand why your peers are so obsessed with sex. You thought there might've been something wrong with you for feeling so weird about all this, but since it physically feels good, you might just not understand the emotional feelings he’s causing. Maybe your stomach is doing flips of joy and your heart is pounding with excitement.

No, not maybe. You are enjoying this. You're enjoying this.

You…want it. All of it.

Gojo’s movements stutter when you suddenly grip his waist and dig your nails into his skin. The frightened, herbivorous look in your eyes flickers into one of what clearly conveys the exact opposite. He recognizes this, this is the same way you looked back then, when you lost control of yourself and almost ended up dead. It was something he remembers being described as a psychological stress response or something along those lines. He's upsetting you, triggering you. Your brain is working to relieve you of your stress by surrendering your control to your instincts. The beastly instincts that you just told him you were afraid of giving in to. You're not a monster, he's told you that before, but it's not easy to describe your biological lack of humanity.

The obvious next step would be to stop, help you ground yourself, get you something light to eat and some water or herbal tea, then thoroughly apologize for everything he did to you but Gojo isn't the good guy he used to be. He's going to take advantage of this. If you're angry, you can use him to relieve all of it. He’ll take anything from you as long as you don't leave him.

He wraps his arms and legs around you as you stand up and press his back against the coffee table. He arches his back, his eyes crossing dramatically as your body grows larger and stretches his pussy even wider.

You bury your face in his shoulder, rutting into him at a speed so slow he's sure you're trying to fight back against your urges. “It feels good–” Your voice is deeper but still whiny and pathetic. “It's good, sensei-” You sound like you're on the verge of tears, like you're trying to trick your own brain into believing it.

“That's right, baby,” Gojo gently rubs the back of your neck to comfort you. “Do whatever you want to me to feel good, don't hold back, sensei can take it.” He slides his hand to your jaw and makes you look at him. “Give me your hand.” He holds out his other one. You reach out to him and he grabs your wrist, guiding you to his neck. “You can be as rough as you want.”

You squeeze his throat without thinking. Your movements start to find a rhythm.

“Just like that.” His mouth hangs open and his face tints a darker shade of red as you choke him. There's a dark, horny look in his eyes that's so mesmerizing that it feels like you're drowning in his gaze. “Fuck me, [Name].”

You quench your dry throat with a gulp and fuck him at a brutal pace. The items on the table fall over and shake but thanks to the material it's made of, the table itself remains sturdy. Gojo appreciates your taste in furniture.

“Yes~! Good boy~!” He praises you without even thinking about it.

“I’m a good boy?” Your grip tightens, just like the walls of his pussy from hearing your whiney desperate-for-approval voice.

“You're so– so good for sensei, baby~” He's grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. It's harder for him to talk now but he’d be damned if he didn't let you know that. “I love you so much.”

You let go of his throat and bring him into a kiss as you come inside him. He moans and gasps for air but doesn't push you away. He swears he can feel your cum in his womb. Your movements slow to a halt. You're still hard but by the way you're sniffling and panting, he's sure you're at your limit. He won't push you any further tonight.

“Let's go to bed, okay?” He gently caresses your cheek.

“Didn't…You didn't come.” You clumsily touch his t-dick.

“Mmh, get me in bed first, baby.”

You pick him up and carry him to your room, keeping him inside you the whole time. Just feeling that is almost enough to make him come. You lay him down on the bed and wait for his command.

He removes his bra, directing your gaze towards his nipples. “Use your mouth on one of them and your hand for the other, then I want you to grind your hips. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sensei.” You drag your tongue up his nipple and use your hand to pinch the other, relying on his noises to make sure you're doing it right. You roll your hips, gently stimulating his cervix.

“Oh– just like that, sweetheart, fuck-” His eyes roll back as he squirts. You groan, coming inside him one more time before finally softening. You hold his waist and roll onto your back so that he's laying on top of you. You fall asleep before he can even say, “I love you, [Name].” He gives you a soft peck on the lips.

“[Name]?” Gojo wakes up as you shift around uncomfortably in bed.

“Sensei…Last night, why didn't you stop?” Your voice cracks in the way he always loves to hear.

“You didn't tell me to, you said it felt good.”

“No– I mean- it did, but…I- I wasn't myself..”

“Yes you were. I love every single thing about you and I wanted to embrace that,” He kisses your cheek. “If you told me that you didn't want to or if you hurt yourself, I would've stopped it, but you didn't. You were in control, it wasn't like anything that happened in the past.”

You nod softly. “Yeah..”

“I want you to embrace that part of you too, can we go back to that training method?” Part of him just wants you to fuck him like that more often but the other half simply wants you to be happy with yourself and to be able to use all of your strength when you need it.

“...Okay, sen– Satoru..” You blush.

Satoru smiles. “Remember not to call me that around other people, okay? Can't let them get jealous.”

You nod. “I…I love you, Satoru.” You're sure you do, you just didn't know what love felt like before him. How were you supposed to recognize a feeling you'd never experienced before?

“I love you too, more than anything in the world.”

[nanaslutt]

kinktober day 4: voyeurism

ʚ feat: voyeur!nanami, bottom!gojo & top!cult leader geto

ʚ cont: voyeurism, public sex, masturbation, dirty talk, fantasizing, gojo gets his ass stuffed, choking, hair pulling, angst if u squint

pervert. pervert. pervert.

that’s the mantra that repeated in nanami kento’s mind as he stood in the crook of the alley with his hand around his cock, hidden from prying eyes, as he watched his former upper classman; now notorious defected cult leader—geto suguru, pound into satoru gojo’s ass from behind

“did you miss this, satoru?” geto groaned, wrapping an arm around gojo’s throat and forcing him to bend his neck back. his fingers held him so tightly, the soft flesh of his neck indented.

gojo groaned, and it was so pathetic, so uncharacteristic, it was unlike anything nanami had ever heard before. his cock twitched, filling out in his hand.

pervert. dirty pervert.

but he couldn’t take his eyes off the pair of them, not when gojo smiled and nodded eagerly, glowing blue eyes slicing through the darkness hiding their encounter. “yes,” he admitted, rocking his ass back to meet geto’s unforgiving thrusts.

geto reached around his body and found gojo’s thick cock. nanami watched the movement, enraptured, squeezing his own fingers around his freed length as geto wrapped his large hand around gojo’s cock and started stroking, trying to mimic the feeling. “i know you did. fucking holes never has been enough for you,” he cooed, plowing gojo so hard his chest crashed into the jagged brick wall. geto’s body followed him, molding his chest to his back. “this greedy ass is always begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

what was happening? how long had this been going on?? their touches were all too familiar for this to be their first encounter of such nature. nanami’s cock dripped onto the dirty stone beneath him at the though. how many times had they fucked like this? was it always so rough? so needy?

wrong. this was so wrong. he should be reporting his findings to the higher ups immediately. but the way geto’s ass flexed as he thrust into gojo… the way gojo’s fingers tangled into his long, gorgeous strands… he couldn’t look away—couldn’t stop touching himself.

nanami was too ashamed to admit he had thought about pulling geto’s beautiful before, particularly while nanami fed him his cock while the older male got on his knees. just the thought made nanami hiss quietly through his teeth.

gojo couldn’t respond to geto’s words, too busy biting his lip and groaning between trapped teeth to think straight.

was geto that good at fucking? it sure looked like it. nanami never had been one to bottom, but gojo’s gorgeous eyes filling with tears compiled with his strong thighs and arms that shook at the intense pleasure looked too appealing to dismiss.

“tell me, satoru. when was the last time you had a cock in here?” geto moaned against the shell of his ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

“six months ago,” gojo grunted, jaw falling slack as geto did something with his hips that made the tears in the strongest sorcerers eyes fall down his rosy cheeks. tears nanami wanted to lick up. “at the hotel,” he finished.

geto released a sound so primal and raw, nanami had to lean against the wall of the alleyway to stop himself from falling to his knees. he kept pace with his thrusts, pretending HE was behind geto, fucking his senior into gojo, pulling his hair hard as he took every. fucking. inch. into that sweet, full ass.

shit. shit. nanami humped his fist. would geto be tight? has he ever bottomed before? nanami hoped not. some irrational part of him wanted to be the first one in his ass, making him lose his mind with pleasure as he introduced him to his prostate.

“no wonder you’re so sensitive, you really have been unsatisfied, and yet,” he paused his hips, rocking them against gojo’s ass in a way that made gojo scream out. he clasped a hand over his own mouth, muscled arm trembling relentlessly. “—you never let anyone else fuck this hole,” geto continued. “why?”

gojo tipped his head down to watch geto stroke him off, his free hand reaching between them to wrap around geto’s hand and quicken the pace. “you know why,” he grunted.

geto chuckled, the sound tapering off into a moan at the same time his hips jerked forward.

fuck. he was close. the knowledge had nanami stuffing his tie in his mouth before jerking himself off with more vigor, wishing he had a better view of geto’s hole while he came.

pervert. pervert. pervert.

“i’m never coming back, satoru.” geto groaned.

“i don’t care,” satoru retorted, eyes rolling back in his head. “i don’t care as long as—“ he cut himself off, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

nanami wondered what was left unsaid, but was quickly distracted when geto burried his hand in gojo’s hair and yanked, making those pretty, wet blue eyes stare back into geto’s purple ones. “pathetic.” he whispered into the air between them, his hips growing unsteady. “you’ve always been so pathetic, satoru.” his words were harsh, but there was a strange softness laced within them, like he didn’t mean the words he said—like they were a place holder for other words they both knew, yet were too stubborn to say

“cum for me, satoru. cum for me and me alone, while i fill my greedy ass with my cum,” he whispered, voice shaking with his impending orgasm. “and take it all.”

nanami’s balls tingled with his release that slammed into him like a train. his eyes fluttered back and his teeth clenched hard on the tie between his teeth as gojo’s release splattered against the wall, making a mess all over their conjoined hands.

nanami’s moans got trapped in his lungs, threatening to suffocate him as the most intense orgasm rushed through him, covering his fingers in thick, endless ropes of cum.

his eyes focused on the flexing muscles of geto’s ass as he pumped gojo full of his cum. and fuck. the sight of gojo taking it like the obedient man he definitely was not made another spurt of cum race out of him, tingling his cock.

oh, how nanami had fantasized putting gojo in his place in similar fashion to how geto fucked him now. it was a shame it seemed gojo only let geto top him.

geto slowly pulled out of gojo, the pair moaning in tandem as they separated. shame washing over him, nanami felt disgusting at how erotic the sight of geto’s massive cock looked hanging free, covered in his own cum.

yes. he was so, so disgusted, so distracted, that he hadn’t realized that while he stared at geto’s cock like a hungry slut, geto and gojo were both looking at him.

[kunazz]

WEEK ONE: GOJO SATORU — [blindfold]

tags: boypussy gojo, squirting, shaking, blindfolding, gojo calling reader “daddy”, top male reader

summary: gojo always wears a blindfold, but you prefer it when you see his tears soak through it.

a/n: why is this so BADDDD I promise it’s bc uni is giving me assignments and doing that on top of this is BONE CRACKING. may take a small break and slow down..

“oh god!— daddy fuck!” gojo practically screams as his nails scratch at your chest, the feeling of your fat cock stretching out his tight pussy was enough to make his eyes roll back, tears soaking the cloth of his blindfold. you think gojo looks so pretty like this, all broken and weeping, his pretty pussy clenching so hard on your cock as if he was begging to keep you there.

his clit is throbbing painfully, and if he wasn’t such a good boy he’d definitely be rubbing hard circles on the sensitive nub, allowing his pending orgasm to crash into him faster, he’s already came around three times, two of them causing him to squirt — gojo almost thought he’d pass out after that, but when he felt your wet cock moving inside him again, pressing against the soft walls of his pussy just nicely, he knew he had to be awake.

“daddy? that’s a new one” you said softly, hissing when you felt your cock drive deeper into gojo’s cunt, body trembling just a little. you’re no better than him, your orgasm was so close, and you’ve been holding it back for a while now, edging yourself to make sure gojo is getting the best experience — he always came first.

you gently run your hands over gojo’s torso, your fingers light touches contrasted the way your cock thrusted into his pussy, and it drove gojo crazy, he wasn’t expecting you to be so rough and gentle at the same time, it was mind breaking and almost too much to handle — but gojo always handled it, he always took everything like a good boy and you made sure he knew that.

“taking it so well baby..g’na cum inside you soon” you groaned, your fingers finally playing with gojo’s clit, and you took pleasure in watching his back arch and his eyes go wide, he looked beautiful like this, trembling and on the verge of screaming, you could tell he was about to cum, just from the way his body stilled and tensed.

and soon enough you felt it, the gush of fluid spraying on your abdomen once again, your cock inevitably slipping out of gojo’s pussy, rubbing between his folds as he squirted, your tip bumping his clit. gojo’s squeals felt like music to your ears, and the way his thighs trembled violently you couldn’t hold back from gripping them, fingers squeezing into the soft muscle hard enough to bruise. you liked that, making gojo so cock dumb that he’d feel the remnants of everything that occurred the next day, until he was fidgeting every time he sat down because his clit was so sensitive.

“fuck- oh fuck..can’t take it anymore..” gojo slurred, his eyes rolling back as his body twitched, he was so overstimulated, and as your cock slipped back inside him he couldn’t even protest, his hands just weakly resting on your lower abdomen, a signal to get you to go slow. you complied, your hips thrusting back into gojo slowly, groaning when you were finally encompassed by that warm, wet heat once more.

“that’s it baby, g’na fill you up now ‘kay?” you mumbled, your hands gripping at gojo’s hips so you could thrust into him faster, you’ve been holding off this orgasm for ages, and now it was coming closer, there was no way you could hold it back now. you were quick to press you lips against gojo’s, your tongue slipping into his mouth as your cock pulsed inside him, finally spilling your seed and cumming inside him. it was a bone crushing orgasm, better than heaven himself as your thrusts came to a slow stop, riding out your high and relishing in the warmth that gojo brought you.

“holy fuck, that was..” gojo huffed, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he finally removed the tear stained blindfold, his eyes wet with tears that were starting to dry up.

“amazing..that was amazing..” you muttered, a lazy smile creeping onto your face as you layed against gojo, there was something so nice about post sex, maybe it was the tiredness, but it was nice, as if your body was levitating.

you’re definitely gonna both be feeling this tomorrow.

[soldeclair]

satoru gojo who spends all of his heritage money during the day on you, his sugar baby, and gets pounded by you from the back at night.

you’re not a very demanding sugar baby, on the contrary, satoru is the one to force you to use his black card and milk it dry. clothes, food, jewellery, perfumes and even a car. you insist on paying your own rent but he insists on buying you a penthouse.

a modern one, on top of a giant skyscraper, with windows large enough so you could pin him to them and fuck him nice for the whole city to watch. which you did.

the sky was fairly clear, the city was busy and his white hair shined even brighter in the dark night. satoru is glued to the wall, his hands resting on your shoulders while yours roamed and grabbed his torso. his shirt was loose so easy access for you, he chuckled when he noticed you were wearing the silver necklace he bought you a few months ago. he liked it when it dangled on his face whenever you were pressing him against the mattress.

his leg wrapped around you, and your hand snuck inside his pants, wrapping it around his already hard and wet cock. he gasped at your touch, and leaned over your ear to whisper. “turn me around, i’ve got a surprise for you baby..”

you obeyed and pulled his pants down, you were greeted with a pretty blue gemstone peaking from his asshole, cheeky man, you thought to yourself. you toyed with the plug for a few seconds until you pulled it out and got satoru to moan loudly into the night.

the lube fell from his ass and it was hard to not fuck him like an animal in heat. you grabbed a fistful of his muscular ass in your hand and aligned your cock with his hole.

you gently slid inside your lover, he placed both his hands on the window for support and you quickly got to work. both of you were moaning and panting messes as he thrusted back into you, resulting in your cock sliding even deeper inside him. he called for your name and you called for his, your head resting in the crook of his neck, whispering sweet nicknames to him.

god he was loud, he knew no one would hear him from up there, he made sure of it when he bought the place. truth was, he wouldn’t even care if anyone heard how good your cock made him feel, after all, he was proud to have you by his side.