you were going to be late for work. not because you woke up late. not because you took too long in the shower and not because you were doom scrolling in bed and lost track of time.
you were going to be late because your husband, satoru, just couldn't seem to let you go. you found it cute at first, him begging you not to go and whining when you say no, but the act was getting boring especially because you were standing at the door, trapped in his arms for the last twenty minutes.
"for the last time, 'toru. i have to go", he only shook his head and pulled you impossibly closer against him.
"you don't have to work...i make enough for the both of us...you can stay home with me...you should stay home with me", satoru whispered into your ear, nuzzling his face against your neck, inhaling your scent.
"i actually like my job. i know you can pay for everything, but i also want to treat myself sometimes". satoru looked at you like you'd grown two heads. he looked you up and down, his frown deepened and shook his head, no.
"absolutely not. what kind of husband would i be if i just let you spend your hard earned money. only a loser would do that, and I'm no loser.", he pulled you closer to him again, this time peppering kisses all over your face.
"as cute as this is, satoru, i have a life to live"
"yeah, with me". this time he captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss, your lipstick now on him before pulling away and staring at you with the most love sick eyes. "i could just lock you up and keep you all to myself. i bet your boss is an ugly guy"
"my boss is a woman", he pressed his lips together in a straight line and sucked his teeth.
"whoever keeps you away from me is ugly by default. how much should i pay you to stay with me? i'll give you double your current salary-"
"don't be ridiculous, satoru"
"it's 'toru to you", you checked your wrist watch for the nth time and rolled your eyes.
"i'm gonna get stuck in traffic if you keep me here for longer", satoru sighed dramatically and pulled you in for one last hug before capturing your lips again in another kiss. but this one felt different. he kissed you like he would never see you again before pulling back and looking at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes.
"you can go now, my love". he escorted you to your car, his hand on your lower back and once you were settled in your seat, the door closed, you rolled down the windows and you kissed his cheek. "get there safe. call me when you do"
you said your goodbyes and were soon. some time later you realized that you had forgotten your purse. you reached for your phone with the intention of messaging satoru to tell him you were coming back. and to your surprise, you found that he sent a selfie of him posing with your purse, all pearly whites out and your lipstick still smeared on his lips. and below it a text.
my handsome clingy husband: i wont let you go this time if you come back
author's note. first post in two years. wooow. anyways. i'm hella rusty so sorry in advance if it's obvious...also i only proofread the first half. but it's nice to be back ! hope you enjoy xox.
"why'd you break up with him? thought his dick was eight inches."
"eight and a half," you correct shoko automatically, staring at her phone dumbly as a video of your ex-boyfriend dragging a mic stand across a stage plays on repeat.
three months ago, you dumped satoru gojo, rockstar heartthrob and the dealer of the best sex you’d ever had. and maybe it’s because you always want what you can’t have, but fuck, has he looked good ever since. you can see the muscle definition of his arms through the black leather jacket, the ones that used to hold you down while he— nope.
you flip the phone over and set it down on the restaurant table with a soft clack, forcing away the thoughts of getting dicked down by your ex. "god, his ego was so big," you mutter, fighting to think about the reason you broke up instead of why you would’ve stayed.
"wasn't the only big thing, apparently," shoko mutters under her breath, and you give her a sullen look. "what? you're the one who said it. eight and a half," she says, mimicking your voice. her lips twitch with a smile as you groan and bury your face in your hands.
"i hate him," you mumble, voice muffled by your hands. it's not true. you just hate that you can't stop thinking about him. he's been blocked for three months since you dumped him, although that hasn't done anything for the hole in your heart...or in between your legs.
shoko raises her eyebrows back at you, fishing a cigarette out of her pocket and flicking a lighter once, twice before it catches. "sure you do. and i’m the prime minister of japan."
for a long second, the only sounds are the soft exhale of smoke from her lips and the idle, bustling sounds of the restaurant you’re sitting in. eventually, you peek at her from in between your fingers. "shoko, do you have any hot friends?"
"yeah. why?" when your eyes light up, she snorts and shakes her head, taking a drag from the lit cigarette. "oh, please. nobody wants to be the rebound after the 6'3 rockstar boyfriend. i wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy." she laughs when you groan and drop your face back in your hands.
after a long second, you mumble, "6'3 and a half."
-
when you get home, it's around midnight, and god, are you horny.
all that talk about your famous, rich, big ex-boyfriend has you pulling out your phone and opening up his instagram. it’s blocked, a souvenir of when you had more self-restraint. right now, though, you barely hesitate before unblocking him.
his page is littered with pictures and videos of him on tour, and it's like a feast for hungry eyes. him on his knees in a leather jacket, him practically moaning into a microphone, him holding a guitar above his head, and fuck, you can tell he knows he looks good. but no matter how big his dick is, it'll never get even close to the size of his ego.
you hate yourself for slipping one of your hands down and under your somehow-already-soaked panties, and you shudder at the feeling of your fingers over your clit. if he ever finds out how soaked you've gotten just from seeing a video of him dragging a mic stand across stage, he'd never let you hear the end of it.
two of your fingers circle your clit, and you let out a half-suppressed moan as you feel a growing sensation of pleasure in your core. you slip a finger inside your pussy, trying to draw out any feeling you can, but all you can really think about is how much better it felt when gojo did it.
you remember his fingers like they’re your own (which, unfortunately, they are not)—long and slender, slightly calloused from years of playing the guitar. you’ve seen them knuckle-deep inside of your pussy, soaked and sticky from drawing out multiple orgasms out of you, and you’ve licked them clean more times than you can count.
a drawn-out, slightly exaggerated gasp leaves your lips as your own smaller fingers work over your clit, as if to compensate for your hands being a sorry substitute for gojo's. you watch as his fingers expertly strum a guitar on your phone screen, and fuck, you’ve never been more jealous of an instrument in your life.
after minutes of manually forcing it out with aching, sticky fingers, your orgasm isn't satisfying in the slightest. none of them have been for the past three months. that's the bad part about ex-boyfriends like gojo. they spoil you stupid, making you feel like heaven on earth. and when they're gone, you can never really forget how good the high felt. why’d you break up with him again?
your head drops back onto your pillow as you let out a long exhale, eyes fluttering close and sore fingers stilling over your soaked entrance. after a second, you open an eye to the still-playing video of him on your phone.
oh, shit.
you scramble to unlike the video, which, somehow, had ended up liked, probably from your finger slipping while you were pathetically trying to cum to it. the red heart quickly disappears, and your heart rate increases (more than it did while you were fingering yourself, actually) as you pray he didn’t see the notification.
thirty seconds pass. he'd have to be a realllll loser to notice you liking and unliking the post in amidst his never-ending flood of notifications.
…but unfortunately for you, your ex is just as pathetic as you are. right as you start to relax, you get a notification from a contact named DO NOT ANSWER.
like what you see?
you can picture him smirking at his phone like the lowlife, good-for-nothing loser you know he is. he's probably pushing his dyed-white hair back (who dyes their hair white anyways?), since you remember it'd always get in the way of his eyes. god, he had eyes you'll never forget. ice-blue and, truthfully, a little terrifying, but the way they'd look at you while you rode him on a saturday night after a show will forever be tattooed in your heart.
you groan and click on the notification, staring at it with a mix of self-hatred and...gojo-hatred, i guess? his contact name stares back at you, a stark, bold warning set against the backdrop of your old messages with the only ex-boyfriend who could convince you to run it back, especially like this, with your fingers still on your soaked, needy entrance that’s practically aching for him inside of it.
two minutes pass with you just staring at his message. then, a second one appears.
don't be shy. i miss you too.
as if that wasn't bad enough, a third message comes soon after.
want me to come over?
since obviously you have dignity and self-control, you type out a reply you’d be proud of—no. go fuck yourself. don't text me ever again—but when you hit send, your text looks...well, a little different. gojo replies in a second.
that's what i thought. see you in 15. wear something cute for me, yeah?
-
you forgot how good he was at turning you on.
that's a lie. you didn't forget. in fact, it's all you've been thinking about since you told him you two were over. most 6'3 guys don't know how to handle all that, and think that just because they're big and tall, they're automatically good at sex (which, by the way, isn't true!), but, for lack of better wording, gojo knows his shit.
that's why you're currently getting fingered by him in your own bed, moaning his name like you weren't the one who dumped him. it's infuriating how good he is at this. two of his fingers are inside you, moving back and forth as his thumb rubs maddeningly slow circles over your clit.
and barely sixty seconds in, and you’re already ten times as loud and desperate than when it was your fingers.
"shitttt, oh, yeah, you feel so good," he groans, staring down at the way you clench around his fingers with every pump of them inside you. his pupils are blown wide, fixed on where he’s knuckle-deep inside your dripping pussy.
he groans again, unable to tear his eyes away. it feels good, so much better than whatever sorry substitute you've been trying to give yourself for the past three months. his fingers, calloused and rough, feel achingly familiar, and you have to fight to keep yourself from cumming barely a minute in.
you swallow back what was about to be an embarassingly loud moan, and barely force yourself to talk in a somewhat-steady voice. "why do you sound like that?" you manage to get out. you're only talking to distract from the fact that you're pathetically close to squirting all over his six-inch fingers.
"fuck you mean, why do i sound like that? like what?" he responds, raising an eyebrow. his eyes briefly flit to meet yours. his tongue skates over his lips, wetting them slightly, before he bites his bottom lip and presses his thumb a little harder over your swollen clit.
"ngh, fuuuck— i dunno, like, raspy,” you barely manage to get out. “have you been smoking?" it's a stupid question. you know why his voice is raspy. it's not uncommon for his voice to be like this the night after a show, and you had always said it was hot back when you were still together.
gojo knows you know, too, and that you're just asking to give your mouth something to do besides moan his name. he widens his eyes at you patronizingly. "my job requires that i fuck up my throat every other night. i get paid to sound like this," he says, emphasizing his words by spreading his fingers inside of you, pushing and stretching your walls and forcing out a lewd moan from your lips. "why do you sound like that?"
you bite your lip in a failed attempt to stop yourself from gasping as his fingers prod even deeper inside of you. "like what?"
he snorts. "like a fuckin' pornstar. swear i used to have to work harder for this," he says, curling his fingers up inside of you and drawing out a loud, breathy moan from your lips. "jesus, have you not gotten laid since we broke up?"
silence.
when you don't answer, he grins like a kid in a candy store. "y'know, i was gonna call you a slut 'cause you're sooo wet sooo fast, but turns out, you're the opposite. someone's been missing her ex, hasn't she?"
you hate him. you hate his cocky smile, the one that's his trademark as a rockstar. you hate his stupid eyes, which are annoyingly easy to get lost in. you hate that he spoiled you so bad that nothing else can turn you on quite like he could. and god, you hate that you can't think of anything but him and his long, slender fingers stretching your gummy walls wiiiide open.
"don't be shy, angel. look at me." with his free hand, he tilts your chin towards him, forcing you to meet his eyes. he holds your gaze for a couple seconds, lips quirking up into a smile as he studies your face. "won't lie, i got around in the past couple months. lots of pretty girls..." he says casually, and he suddenly pulls his fingers out of your soaked pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing.
he lifts his hand to his lips, licking his fingers clean of your slick, and you almost moan out loud from the sight. his voice drops, a hint of authenticity bleeding through the ego. "...but, shit, baby. it's just not the same. think we know each other too well."
well, fuck. you can tell he's being serious, despite the lingering amusement in his eyes as he watches you stare. you don't answer immediately, unsure what to say to that. when it's clear he's not going to do anything until you respond, you exhale softly and mumble, "i guess."
"yeah, you can't relate, you fuckin' priest," he mutters, dipping his head and spitting a wad of saliva on your glistening pussy. he drags his index finger over your entrance, pushing his spit inside of you. when your breath hitches, his lips twitch with a smile. "how long were you planning to go without getting fucked, pretty girl? your whole life?"
you choke on a gasp as he pushes a finger back inside of you, mixing his saliva with your slick. "a-are you gonna actually fuck me or do i have to call someone else?" you ask, stuttering against your will. his fingers feel good, so good, but you feel like you’ll die if you don’t get his dick inside of you.
"oh, now she wants to call up her roster," gojo deadpans, curling the single finger he has inside of you upwards and grinning as he feels your dripping pussy practically suck him in. "who's next in line, sweetheart? is it that fossil i hate, toji fishy…whatever?"
"fushiguro," you correct automatically, and gojo rolls his eyes, not caring what his name is. all he cares is that it's not him. "and no," you confirm a second later. he nods approvingly, adding in another finger, as if to reward you for giving him the answer he wants to hear.
"good. wait, fuck, is it that pink-haired freak?" he groans, thinking of someone else. his two fingers inside of you pulse in and out of your wet, slick-soaked walls, flexing and pushing you apart as he interrogates you on a roster that doesn't exist. "the one with the tattoos. what's his name? suck-a-nut or something?"
you gawk at him, momentarily snapping out of the sex-crazed haze his fingers have induced from you. "are you serious?"
gojo mimicks your facial expression back at you, and pulls his fingers out with a soft pop. he lifts his fingers to your lips this time, coaxing your mouth open and letting you taste a mix of yourself and him. "if you're gonna fuck someone else, they better not be unemployed or have lame tattoos. now shut up and roll over."
-
"relaaax. you're too pretty to be this fuckin' tense."
easier said than done. it's impossible for you to relax when he's pushing your face into the pillow with one hand and aligning his dick with your gushing pussy with the other. he teasingly drags his flushed, heavy tip over your wet entrance, cracking a smile when your breath audibly hitches.
your mouth drops open when he gets bored of teasing and actually pushes inside, and you remember exactly why it was so insanely hard to break up with him. you moan his name as he eases his way inside, slowly giving you inch after inch. it takes all of his willpower to not just force it all in at once, since you're all warm and sticky and so, so wet. but, for your sake, he’s determined to take his time.
"yeah, you like that, don't ya?" he grits out, biting back a low groan of his own at how you're stretched out underneath him. he has a view to die for, and he has to swallow to stop himself from drooling at the sight of all of you bent over for him, giving him the perfect view of your back, waist, and ass. he reaches over to the nightstand and fumbles with his phone for a second, opening the camera app and taking a photo from his eye-level.
you look back at him over your shoulder at the sound of the camera shutter. he cracks a lopsided smile down at you, taking another, this time with your face in it. "view's sooo nice from here, baby. had to take a pic."
he turns the phone so you can see what you look like to him. if you didn't know that was you, you could've sworn it was a screenshot of some porno.
your eyes are half-rolled back in your head, and your lips are parted slightly, glistening with the lingering traces of your slick and his saliva. from that angle, the arch in your back looks heavenly, and his camera's somehow captured all of that and the plush curve of your ass around his dick.
"pretty girl. i'm saving that for later," he says, giving the photo one last glance before shutting off his phone and tossing it back on the nightstand. "ah, shit, where were we?"
he suddenly moves his hips forward, and you moan reactively. "fuuuck, satoru," you whine, burying your face back in the pillow to muffle the embarrassing amount of high-pitched sounds that threaten to come out of your lips.
the feeling of him stretching you open is unreal. you're so full, and he's not even all the way inside. there's still a couple inches to go, and you're already a stuttering mess underneath him, mewling his name like it's the only word you know.
"jus' a little more, you got it," he groans, self-inflicted tension holding his limbs tight as he fights to not just shove himself in the rest of the way. you'd probably snap in half, and that's a lot less fun that what he has planned for you.
he pushes in the last one or two inches, now buried to the hilt inside of your sticky, gummy walls. "you feel s'good," he grits out, voice tight with restraint. "shiiiit. you good, angel?"
your face is still buried in the pillows, eyes shut as you fight to suppress the sweet, high-pitched gasps that every movement from him elicits. "y-yeah," you manage to get out, although it's more a moan than a word.
gojo laughs breathily and gives your ass a slap, just hard enough to sting. he gives the same spot a squeeze, massaging your skin before starting to move back and forward inside you, dragging his flushed length against your gummy walls.
fuck, he’s big. even though his lengthy fingers flexed you wide open before this, you still let out muffled, high-pitched whimpers against the white fabric of the pillow as he rocks back and forth, sliding in and out of your stretched-out pussy. you’re wet and so, so welcoming, fitting his length like a glove, all snug and perfect for him.
“so fuckin’ whiny,” gojo groans, hand moving to the back of your neck and sliding into your hair. he lifts your head a little, drawing your mouth away from the pillow. “don’t hide from me, baby. ‘s been three months, don’t torture me any longer.”
without the pillow to hide behind, your moans might as well come through a megaphone from how loud and how lewd they are. you haven’t been properly fucked in months, and now, you’re suddenly getting the best dick of your life.
you bite your lip as he continues ramming into you from the back, making you wobble with every thrust. “ohhhmygod,” you moan out, biting your lip to try and suppress the embarrassingly loud whimpers that keep escaping your lips. it does nothing to quiet them down, though, especially as gojo shifts the angle to push into you even deeper. “feels s’good, right there,” you gasp deleriously, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
your lips are swollen from how hard you’ve bitten them, and as he continues stuffing you full and deep, you bounce back against him, letting your pussy do the thinking.
one gojo’s hands rests on your ass while the other one remains wrapped around your hair, preventing you from burying your face in the pillow. he gives it a tug, groaning your name like a prayer when it makes you moan.
“fuuuuck, baby, taking it so well,” he grits out, and he shifts his grip on your hair and pushes your face down into the pillow as his thrusts start to become less controlled and more erratic. “‘s like you were made for me,” he says breathlessly, a half-laugh slipping out of his lips as he gets sloppier with his movements.
you hear him swallow, and although your face is currently stuffed into the pillow, you can imagine how he must look. cheeks all red and flushed, eyelashes fluttering, and his white hair’s probably slicked with sweat and sticking to his forehead. he lets out a sound that you swear is a whimper as he continues fucking you, but your lips are too occupied with making loud, high-pitched sounds of your own to point it out.
he can’t tear his eyes away from you, and the way you’re so willingly bent over and arched for him, as if you hadn’t been the one to tell him you two were over. “bet you missed this, yeah?” he says, a hint of the familiar cockiness you’ve grown to love and hate in his voice. your only reply is a lewd moan into the pillows, which he takes as a yes. “attagirl. that’s what i thought.”
the hand that’s been gripping your ass squeezes tighter as he fucks you harder and deeper, chasing the high that he remembers came from making you all dumb and pliant underneath him. you’re practically being plowed into the mattress, but you’re so inviting, legs spread wide open for him, that he can’t bring himself to care about anything but the wet hole in front of him.
you’re just as single-minded as he is, unable to form a single thought that isn’t just about him. the never-ending stream of gasps and moans from your swollen lips are like music to gojo’s ears, and as your eyes flutter shut and you fully give up any last claim you had to dignity, all you can wonder is god, how did you go without this for three whole months?
“p-please, just like that,” you whine, not caring that you’re stuttering in a way he’ll definitely make fun of you for later. you’re so stuffed full of him, core tightening as you feel a wave of pleasure coming your way in the form of the first satisfying orgasm you’ll have had in months. “‘m close, ngh—”
“yeah, baby?” he asks, feeling you tighten around him as your hands kittenishly grasp at the sheets. his dick slides back and forth against your slick walls as he fucks you into the mattress, making the springs squeal with every movement. “fuck, me too,” he groans, giving your ass another slap and watching it recoil as his thrusts become even sloppier than before.
“wait, shit, you still on the pill?” he asks, momentarily loosening his grip on your hair to let you turn your head. when you nod, his hand tightens again, and he pushes your face back into the pillow, a low groan slipping out of his lips as he continues rolling his hips again you, using your wet, sloppy mess of a pussy to chase his release.
when he pulls out an orgasm from you, it’s downright filthy. “ohhhmygod—” you moan, gasping for air and pushing back onto his length as he coaxes out your release.
the second the tension in your stomach snaps, your limbs stop working and you go limp beneath him, reduced to nothing but a pretty doll as your brain shutters off too. the stimulation has your brain going dumb, nothing in your skull but the waves of pleasure that he’s drawn out of you. even as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, moaning into the pillow, you can’t help think that you don’t care what he does, his dick’s too good to let go of again.
you haven’t came that hard in three months, and it looks like he hasn’t either.
he whines your name when he cums inside of you just seconds later. it’s hot and floods your insides as his hips continue their jerky motions, burying his white, sticky release deep inside of you. high-pitched sounds that almost sound like whimpers slip out of his lips as his eyes roll into the back of his head, lost in the pleasure that is your pretty pussy.
eventually, he stops rutting against you, chest heaving as he just stays buried inside of you for a moment longer, feeling how your gummy walls clench around his still-hard dick. his breathing is noticeably shakier than normal, and for once in his life, it seems like he doesn’t have any words to say.
after a long second of silence, where there isn’t any sounds except for your synchronized, heavy breaths, he speaks. “good girl. don’t think i coulda pulled out anyways,” he mumbles as he pulls out of your limp body and maneuvers you onto your back.
his lips are curved into a cheeky, satisfied smile as he observes your face, drinking in your fluttering eyelashes and slightly-parted lips. he looks just as sex-crazed, ears bright red and lips wet with his own saliva. he pushes your knees apart, licking his lips as he hungrily stares down at his cum dripping out of your pussy.
“we’re doing that again.” his eyes flick from the wet, sticky entrance in between your thighs to your face. after a second, he leans down, eyes fluttering closed as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and pushing against yours. he moans against your lips, and when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your mouths.
“n’ this time, i wanna see your face while i’m inside you.”
-
when he finally collapses on top of you, cheeks coated with a red blush and eyes half-lidded, your whole body’s sore beyond belief. somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder if you’ll have to call off from work tomorrow…or is it today? you have no idea how long you’ve been under him.
"ya know, you don't have to get off to my fuckin’ instagram feed," gojo says, rolling off of you and shooting you a lopsided grin. he pushes his sweat-slicked hair back from his forehead, chest heaving. "text me anytime. hell, just show up at my door. you're not the only one always thinking about their hot ex."
you limply lift your hand and run your fingers over your collarbone, feeling the indents of a bite mark he had left on your skin, that’ll no doubt leave a dark bruise for you to hide. “m’kay,” is all you say in response, as you close your eyes exhaustedly. after a second, you mumble, “you staying the night?”
your eyes remain closed, but you can hear gojo shake his head. "nah. i got a show today," he says with a sigh, sitting up and groaning. “if i stay with you, i’ll probably miss it.”
“wouldn’t be the first time,” you mutter, and you swear you can hear the slightest laugh slip out of his lips as his weight lifts off the mattress. it’s true. back when you two were dating, incidents like this had definitely caused him to be late to a couple shows. he never seemed all that guilty about it, though.
there’s a soft rustle of fabric, presumably from gojo slipping back into his clothes as he starts to head out. “take care, angel,” is the last thing you hear from him before the door shuts and his footsteps fade away, and with it, your consciousness.
-
later that night, your phone buzzes.
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thanks for the view, pretty. same time tomorrow?
contains: established relationship, college au, dorm au, NERDJO, reader insert, clingy nerdjo, mutual firsts, minecraft, cuddling, cockwarming, fluff, NERDJO.
soft, blue-tinged light spilled from the laptop resting beside your hip, leaving the rest of the dorm in comfortable darkness.
on screen, a minecraft video was playing.
you were curled on your left side, facing the screen. behind you, satoru had spent the last ten minutes inching closer and closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between you. his chest was pressed flat against your back through two layers of hoodies, his knee slotted snugly between yours. one of his long arms rested across your waist, his hand loosely curled against your stomach.
he reached up to adjust his collar, only for the metal zipper of his hoodie to snag on the edge of the blanket.
"...ah."
after a second of trying to untangle it, he gave up with a tiny huff against your neck, nudging his glasses back up his nose instead.
"i—i mean, look at that redstone circuit," he muttered against your shoulder, his voice low and raspy. "there's literally an easier way to wire that. he's just copying mumbo jumbo's piston door tutorial from, like... three years ago."
he cut himself off, jaw snapping shut.
"sorry. i know ‘m ruining the video... i can stop talking."
a beat.
"...actually—no, hold on. look at that repeater."
you reached down and patted his arm affectionately, cheeks warming despite yourself. somehow, four months in, moments like this still felt new.
you weren't even watching the video anymore. he frowned at the screen with complete sincerity, focused entirely on the redstone build despite practically having you wrapped in his arms. you just listened to the quiet rhythm of his breathing, aware of the way his messy white fringe tickled your cheek every time he blinked.
he shifted again, trying to pull the blanket higher over your shoulder.
the heavy pressure of his bulge against your lower back grew harder to ignore. satoru went commando inside the dorm at all times—he swore up and down that underwear was a scam designed to oppress his circulation—so there was zero barrier between his sweatpants and your shorts. beneath the thin fabric, the soft, heavy, half-formed shape of his cock pressed right into you. he didn't seem to notice at all, still completely absorbed in the video.
"wait..." he mumbled, tapping the brightness key on the keyboard. "is that... why is his render distance set so low? the fog is hiding half the biome."
as his arm came back around your waist, his fingers brushed the hem of your short shorts.
he hooked a thumb under the waistband, tugging it down maybe half an inch—and then he froze.
the room went still. his breath hitched, heat radiating off his chest pressing straight through your hoodie. he pulled his hand back immediately.
"i—um."
he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
"is... is that okay?"
"toru, it's okay," you whispered, leaning back against him just a fraction more. you hadn't put on underwear under your shorts tonight either, having picked up his commando habit over the last few months.
"...okay."
he stayed still for another moment. like he was making sure you really meant it.
his hand found your waist again. he moved carefully, his fingertips hesitating every few inches, still giving you plenty of time to stop him. he worked your shorts past your hips, dragging them down to your thighs.
when the cool air hit your skin, you shivered. satoru immediately shifted, pulling the edge of the blanket down to cover your legs first before his body pressed back against yours to block the cold.
a quiet rustle of fabric followed as satoru awkwardly fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants. his knee bumped against yours in his haste.
once he'd finally managed to free himself, he reached past your shoulder and paused the minecraft video.
he was only semi-hard, at that soft, heavy in-between stage, and his ridiculous thickness rested against your lower back. bare and thick at the base, his cock rested innocently against your skin while he waited.
his forehead settled against the back of your shoulder, his breath coming in slow, uneven hitches.
"...can i kiss you?"
a tiny pause.
"...wanna kiss you."
you snorted softly before humming, "m’kay."
satoru let out a quiet breath, pressing his lips to the side of your neck. the kiss lingered, a little clumsy, his dorky glasses bumping lightly against your cheek before he settled back down.
"...cockwarm?" you asked softly, not turning around.
satoru's breath hitched completely.
"...p-please?"
the word came out barely above a whisper. he loved cockwarming with you, the simple closeness of just being tucked inside your heat without any expectation.
"put it in, toru," you cooed, reaching back to trace his arm.
he moved with delicate care. his large hand slid beneath your right knee, gently lifting your leg just enough to open you up. he guided the blunt tip of his cock forward, nudging against your hole. you were already slick, making it easy for the thick head to slip past your lips.
because he was so wide, even at half-mast, he paused instantly, letting out a shaky exhale against your neck as your walls wrapped tight around him.
"...is this okay?" he whispered, his voice tiny and thick.
"you're fine. keep going."
another slow breath brushed your neck before satoru eased himself in further. inch by slow inch, he sank into you. because it was just a lazy cuddle session, only about half of him fit comfortably, but he didn't mind at all. he just let himself stay buried halfway, exhaling a quiet, trembling sigh into your skin.
his chin rested on your shoulder as he wrapped one arm snugly around your waist, his other hand gently easing your leg back down.
"...better?" you murmured, a faint, flustered smile tugging at your lips.
satoru nodded against your neck and pressed another kiss to your skin.
"y-yeah," he whispered, his voice dazed and thick with affection. "so much better... you're really warm."
he stayed exactly where he was, forehead resting on your shoulder as he listened to you breathe. absentmindedly, his thumb traced slow circles over your hip before he tugged the blanket a little higher around your shoulder.
his glasses slipped down his nose again, the frame nudging your cheek.
"...seriously," he mumbled with a tiny sigh, nudging them back up with the back of his wrist.
eventually, he reached past your shoulder and tapped the space bar.
the minecraft video resumed.
a/n: they’re so sickeningly in love 😭 lmk if y’all want a part two <3
getting ready for a beach day turns into something a little more complicated after you ask gojo for one small favor.
a/n: i've been in such a writing slump lately, so i'm sorry i've been a little inactive 😭 i've been trying to ease myself back into writing instead of forcing it, and this little gojo blurb somehow made it out of the drafts. i hope you guys enjoy it!
he's sprawled across the hotel bed, one arm over his eyes, dramatically sighing while you finish getting ready.
"you almost done?" he calls, dragging out every syllable.
you crack the bathroom door open.
"satoru?"
"hm?"
"um... can you help me?"
he pushes himself up, fully expecting a question about sunscreen or sunglasses—until he steps around the corner and sees you.
his thoughts stop.
you're standing with your back to him, one hand holding the front of your bikini in place while the strings hang loose.
"can you tie it?" you ask, gesturing over your shoulder. "i can't reach."
for once, satoru gojo is completely silent
"... cat got your tongue?" you tease.
he huffs out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
"you wait until now to test my self-control?"
you grin. " i just need a knot."
"yeah," he mutters, stepping closer, "that's the problem."
his fingers brush your back as he gathers the strings
warm.
steady.
and absolutely betraying how fast his heart is beating.
"you always this nervous?" you ask lightly.
"i'm not nervous." it comes out softer than he meant.
you glance over your shoulder, clearly unconvinced.
he focuses on the knot instead.
loop. pull. cross. anything to keep his eyes down.
"there," he says.
the bow is neat.
secure.
his hands linger for a moment before he lets them fall.
"you can look now," you laugh.
"i was looking."
"oh, i noticed."
"... didn't say i was sorry."
when you finally turn around, his eyes meet yours.
long enough for his grin to falter.
long enough for him to realize he is in wayy more trouble than he thought.
he clears his throat, slipping his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose.
"...let's go to the beach."
you tilt your head.
"what happened to all that confidence?"
he opens the door, holding it for you with that familiar crooked smile.
"i left it in the bathroom."
you laugh, slipping your hand into his as you walk past him.
by the time you make it to the beach, his arm is around your waist before anyone else has the chance to look twice.
summary no matter how obvious your advances are, gojo satoru can never seem to catch onto them. fed up, you decide to initiate your contingency plan — inviting him over for a “tutoring session”! (wc: 3.7k)
pairing nerd!gojo satoru x popular!reader
content/warnings contains smut (mdni), smut with some plot, subbish!gojo, he's so clueless in the beginning, reader accuses gojo of being gay!, dry humping, oral (f & m receiving), praise kink, fingering, protected sex (yay), piv, reader likes gojo's glasses mmh
for someone who was constantly outscoring an entire lecture hall for the hardest physics course in the top university in the country, gojo satoru was awfully, frustratingly terrible at taking the hints you’d been dropping for the past month.
it’s not like you were trying to be discreet or inconspicuous about it. you’d given up on that past your third interaction. it was almost masochistic how desperate you were acting. out of all the fishes in your campus who would gladly swallow up any bait you’d half-heartedly throw in their direction, you just had to pick the one that wouldn’t even notice you dangling the bait in his face.
you don’t even know how or why you started liking him. it could have been the moment you first saw him across the lecture hall, eyebrows furrowed as he jotted down notes, occasionally nibbling on the tip of his pencil. it could have also been the time you caught him napping in the library, large torso and lanky arms sprawled across numerous textbooks, face smushed against the table. or maybe it’s those darned glasses, perched prettily atop his nose, framing his piercing blue eyes.
either way, nothing seemed to work on him. you’d tried every trick in the book. from “accidentally” bumping shoulders with him, to “accidentally” dropping a book in front him, letting your fingers brush against his as he passed it to you, barely any friction, yet it sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. and somehow, against your will, you refused to give up.
ironic, you know. the same way it was with you and gojo. two sides of the same coin, dark eye circles framing both of your undereyes, though for two completely different reasons.
you were the epitome of a so-called it-girl, a large social circle and a follower count that could rival an influencer. stayed up late at parties too often to count, which ended with a throbbing headache during the lessons the next day.
however, he was the classic definition of a nerd, nose constantly buried in books. if he wasn’t studying his ass off for a test that was only being taken the next month, he would be cooped up in his dorm room playing those digimon games past midnight.
he was incredibly shy too, which was rare for someone who looked like that. you were sure girls would be tripping over their feet for him if they just looked past his graphic hoodies and thousand-paged books that he claimed were “light reading”.
it baffled you how he had still not caught onto you. did he realise but just not have the nerve to reject you? if so, that’s a dick move, letting you waste all your time like that when you could’ve moved onto a guy that would put in ten times the effort you did to impress you. though you weren’t convinced you could forget those eyes that easily.
you knew you had to step up your game. a fool-proof method. actually, scratch that. a nerd-who-doesn’t-see-how-hot-he-is-proof method. something that his academic-loving self couldn’t deny.
you mustered up the courage to approach him after your physics class, just as he was about to get up from his desk. you had practically sprinted over the moment your professor dismissed you, lest he run off before you got the chance to speak to him.
“hey, gojo! i heard you topped the class for the recent test, not like you don’t do that for every one of them. i was wondering if you could…tutor me? i didn’t do all that well, and i could really use the help,” you asked, putting on your best pleading face, the one you used to beg a random classmate to carry your things whenever you got too lazy to do it yourself.
gojo seemed startled that you were talking to him, a faint blush growing on his cheeks. cute.
“um- yeah, yeah! of course, it’s kind of like revising it myself…haha. what time works for you? we could do it in the library, there’s a student discussion area so we don’t have to worry about disturbing others.”
“actually, i was thinking we could do it in my dorm. it’s a single, so there’ll be a lot more privacy. are you free tonight, 8pm?” you reply, placing emphasis on the privacy you’d be getting, hoping he’d understand what you were insinuating. alas, he did not. what else were you expecting?
“oh, well if you insist! i’m free the entire night, just text me your dorm number,” he chirps, handing you his phone
“perfect!” you grin as you type in your number, subsequently sending your dorm number, “i’ll be waiting.”
8pm creeped in slowly. turns out that staring at a clock in the hopes that the hands would move faster only heralded the opposite effect.
you’d been anxious all evening, going to great lengths to ensure that you were well-prepared for your badly-disguised tutoring session. you shaved every inch of your skin, now tender from the blades running over it repeatedly, and worn your favourite lingerie underneath your hoodie, the one with delicate lace you saved for special occasions.
soon, a knock sounded at your door. you practically leapt out of your chair, opening the door to reveal gojo carrying a stack of books. you almost felt bad for lying to him. strategically.
“i didn’t manage to ask you what topics you wanted to work on, so i brought a couple of options,” he told you as he stepped into your dorm room, the door clicking shut behind him.
he set the books down onto your study table, thumping against the wood. he started to scan the room, going over your bed, closet and window before looking back at you.
“um, do you happen to have another chair? if you don’t, i could stand, no worries! just thought it’d be easier for me to tutor you if i could sit next to you,” smiling bashfully, he rubbed the nape of his neck with his arm, unintentionally giving you a very welcome sight of his biceps.
“there’s no need for another chair, in fact we don’t need a chair at all. the bed seems satisfactory, don’t you think?” your voice drops into a seductive purr.
confusion lights in his eyes as he tilts his head questioningly, “isn’t it difficult to write on the bed? much less study.”
“silly, i obviously didn’t ask you to come here to study, i just wanted an excuse to invite you over,” you tease, inching your body closer to his. somehow, he still didn’t crack. he truly had the restraint of a god. or perhaps he just didn’t feel the urge or temptation at all.
“then what did you invite me here for? there's a new digimon update today i've been meaning to play, you know, but i skipped out on it for you."
god damn it. you knew he was academically-driven, but you didn’t know how clueless he could be when it came to girls. it was already as plain as it could get, unless…
“for you to fuck me! ugh, i’ve been trying to send signals to you for a month, but you never seem to catch on! hell, i shaved for you and wore my most expensive lingerie today. i’m starting to think you might be gay,” you blurt out, all the frustration that had been bubbling up finally spilling out. you spelt it out for him like all his favourite physics problems.
“oh.”
silence ensued, which you mistook for abhorrence. you immediately sobered up, embarrassment flooding your system, overriding any confidence and desire you had.
“shit- shit, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have assumed anything, you don’t owe me anything, least of all- sex. i had no right to say that, let’s just pretend nothing happened. um, i’ll stop bothering you in classes, y-you can leave now if you want,” you rant out, burying your face in your hands, unwilling to look him in the eye.
great, you had scared him away and bombed your only chance of getting close to him.
you expected to hear footsteps recede towards the door as you stared at the floor from between the cracks of your fingers. while he did move, it was only to come closer to you, his chest almost coming into contact with your forehead.
“wait- no, it’s not like that. sorry, i probably shouldn’t have said “oh”, that was the worst thing to say in that moment. i swear to you, i’m not gay. not that it’s a bad thing, just thought i’d make it clear. in fact, i like you. a lot. i thought i was just being delusional all those times you talked to me. it’s not every day the most popular girl on campus wants to talk to a nerdy nobody,” he chuckles awkwardly. you were glad to know you weren’t the only one embarrassed here.
you felt your heart beating against your chest, thumps ringing in your ears as you digested his confession. you bit your lip to prevent a shriek from leaving your throat. nevertheless, a smile still fought its way into your face
“you’re not a nobody! intelligence is hot, you know. well, until the intelligence didn’t extend to picking up all the times i tried to flirt with you.”
“well, if you’d allow me, i could make it up to you?” he adds shyly, “but this time, you’d have to tutor me. i’m not really…experienced with this sort of thing. though i am a fast learner.”
“you’re in good hands. you trust me, don’t you?” you pull him in by his collar, smashing your lips together. he nodded eagerly into the kiss, chasing after the taste of your lipgloss as you pulled away.
“i’m going to need you to use your voice. understand?” you raise an eyebrow at him, urging him to speak up.
“yes,” he whines, “please kiss me again.”
“my needy, little nerd,” you chuckle before pressing your lips to his again, slipping your tongue into his mouth. your arms reach around his neck to pull at the root of his hair, which causes him to let out a startled noise, somewhere between a moan and a gasp.
you start to walk him backwards towards your bed, pushing him to sit down. hurling your legs over his thighs, you straddle his hips, feeling his pressing against your soaked panties. even though there were several layers of cloth between you, there was no denying that he was big. of course it had to match his equally large brain.
you grinded harshly onto him, hips moving languidly in circles. his hands awkwardly planted itself on your ass, encouraging you to move faster. ragged breaths filled the room, sweat dripping down your foreheads from the heat that overwhelmed your senses.
"please- take your pants off, need to feel you," he gasped against you, already unzipping his, trying to shimmy out of them while you were trapping him between your thighs. not like he was complaining about it.
"mmm whatever you want, pretty boy," you mirrored his actions, pulling down your sweats to reveal your lace panties, if they could even be considered that, they barely covered anything.
gojo moaned at the sight, tracing his fingers across the waistband curiously, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip, making you shiver from his cold touch. as much as you'd like to let him feel every inch of your skin, you got off him, sinking down to kneel between his legs.
you rubbed your hands teasingly on his exposed legs, feeling the muslce on his calves and thighs. his hips bucked involuntarily, accompained by a plea from his lips, "please..."
"please what?"
"please...wanna feel your mouth," you could tell he was getting shy, his eyes refusing to meet yours. his hands were tightly gripping your bedsheets, bunching them up in his slender fingers, nimble from all the writing and gaming he does.
you gazed up at him from below, taking in his flushed cheeks. even though he was physically above you, you definitely had the upper hand in this moment. you reached a hand up towards his chin, yanking it down, "don't go shy on me now, if we're doing this, you're going to look at me."
he nods obediently, eyes wide with anticipation as he watches you slowly pull down his boxers, revealing a painfully hard cock, glistening at the tip. it was long and curved, the prettiest you'd ever seen, which was saying something. how could he have hid this from you for so long?
you jerked his cock slowly, smoothing your hands across the veins that ran along the side, thumb rubbing teasingly at the tip. he shudders, letting out a wanton moan that goes straight to your core. the eye contact makes this feel even more intimate.
darting our your tongue, you experimentally give the weeping head a kitten lick. his hips jerk into you, forcing you to take his dick into your throat. you slide all the way down, feeling it hit the back of your throat. using your hands to jerk the remaining length that you couldn't fit into your mouth, he lets out a garbled moan, "feels so good- thank you, thank you,"
you hum in response, cheeks hollowing determindley. all restraint breaks, and he starts fucking into your mouth, chasing the welcoming heat. bobbing your head up and down his length, the trails of saliva that you dribbled over it glisten under the ceiling light.
"fuck- so good, i'm coming!"
a moan nearing pornographic echoes throughout the room as he releases into your mouth, the salty taste coating your tongue. you make it a point to swallow it, licking the excess off your lips as you look dazedly into his eyes.
his face is entirely flushed, sweat beading at his forehead, glasses lying crooked, chest heaving.
"please...let me return the favour. i've read about it, so i think i know what i'm doing," he says in between pants.
you laugh, "gosh, you really are a nerd. you've read about giving a girl head?"
"i mean- you never know when you'll need it," he shrugs casually, surprisingly the least bit embarrassed about this fact. he bends down to grab your waist, hurling you onto your back, atop the plush covers. it seemed so effortless for him, which you found surprising until he pulled his shirt off his shoulders, revealing toned muscles.
"you should stop wearing baggy clothes so often. hides the view," you blurt out, propping yourself up on your elbows, knees bent.
"you're the only that should get to see it," gojo crawls towards you, body bent forwards, nose pressing into your panties.
you move to remove your bra, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.
"keep it there, it's gorgeous. you spent a lot of money on it, didn't you? makes your tits look all perfect for me." you have no qualms about that.
he presses his thumb over your clothed core, "shit, you're soaked. that's hot, all for me?"
you stifle a whimper, "yeah, clearly. i've been wanting to get you on my bed for a month."
"guess i shouldn't keep you waiting then," he grins, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. you lift up your hips, letting him slide it off your legs, chucking it into the growing pile of clothes.
he's greeted by the sight of your hole, shining with slick. it clenches under the heat of his gaze, beckoning him over. he dives down, licking a broad stripe over your pussy. his broad hands find their places on your hip, effectively pinning you down onto the mattress.
he slurps obscenely, eating you out like a man starved. his nose bridge nudges into your clit as he works his way into your pussy, tongue swiping against your walls.
you're unable to contain your moans, gasping out in pleasure whenever his tongue occasionally reaches up to catch onto your clit, applying delicious pressure in circles. "yes, such a good boy for me, my pretty nerd."
he's spurred on by the compliment, tongue flicking faster against you.
"yeah? you like that, being called a good boy?"
he whines in response, hips rutting into your sheets like a wild dog, much unlike his perfectly maintained composure in class.
your elbows give out, head slamming against the sheets, hair sprawled in a messy halo. your hand moves on its own, rooting itself in his white hair, pulling at the roots and pushing him further into you. he groans at the sensation, sending a wave of pleasure through your spine. thighs clamping around his head, he can't help but be glad he skipped out on the game update for this.
one of gojo's hand comes down to join his assault on your pussy, two fingers breaching your folds to massage your insides, curling to hit the soft, gummy flesh.
it only took three hard thrusts of his fingers for your body to start shaking, the pressure building up. "shiiiiiittt, i'm coming, 'toru!"
"please come on my face, drench me," he begs, he speeds up his fingers as your walls spasm around them, juices gushing out. his tongue moves quickly to collect your arousal on his tongue, desperate not to waste a single drop.
he moans at the taste, "you're beautiful and delicious."
you giggle, using your leg to hook around his waist, pulling him down. he manages to catch himself with his arms, planting them next to your head. the both of you are a mess, red faces inches apart from each other. his hair fell over his forehead, the wispy ends tickling your face.
"please let me fuck you," he whispers, probably tired from the amount of aggression he had used previously. he spots a condom from the open bedside drawer, peeling the package open and rolling it over his dick.
"since you asked so nicely...but we're doing this my way," your face splits into a mischevous smile.
"what's your...woah-" you catch him off guard, somehow managing to flip the two of you over. he's now the one caught against the sheets, you hovering over him, right above his cock, which was hardening once more.
gojo's eyes are clouded by lust, lips parted as his hands grab your hips, just holding you in place.
"eyes on me, remember?" you say as you line up your entrance to his cock, letting the weeping head get caught in your folds. your breath hitches, gojo's eyes already rolled back.
sinking down slowly, you struggle to take the sheer length of him all in. your thighs frame his body and your palms are planted on his chest, locking him in place. you hear him whine for you to start moving, but you ignore his pleas.
"good boys are patient," you scold, but it lacked any real malice. the truth was, you just didn't want to break yourself by immediately fucking yourself on his dick.
"m'sorry, i'll be a good boy, i promise," he's already far gone, the feeling of your warm walls clenched around him tightly.
with a shuddered breath, you lift yourself up gently, then slam yourself back on his dick. the hands on your hips guide you up and down, allowing you to bounce freely.
both of your heads are thrown back in pleasure. twin mewls and grunts, and the plaps of skin, a lewd orchestra.
your thighs are burning, but you can't bring it in yourself to stop, chasing your high. gojo has started to buck his hips into yours, thrusting up to meet you halfway. he feels even bigger inside you than when he had been when you had taken him in your mouth. the ridges and veins were stroking your walls with blissful precision.
"you're doing so-hah-good for me," you sigh out, hips gyrating above him.
his response is made up of unintelligble babbles and gargles, "ah- your pussy feels so- so good."
you lean forward to connect your lips in a very wet kiss, saliva mixing together. your chests are pressed together, feeling the hardness of his abs beneath your stomach.
your thighs have fully exhausted all of your strength, but gojo continues to thrust into you, your bodies moving in sync, jolting upwards. you are practically flaccid against him, the only thought in your mind being the bulge in your lower body.
his dick constantly slams against your cervix, his muscular arms wrapping around your back, using you like a fleshlight. nevertheless, the validation-seeking perfectionist in him never leaves.
“m’your good boy, your good boy,” he mutters huskily over and over again into your ear. you’re delirious at this point, unable to respond in any way other than, “yes, haah, the best.”
his stamina is unfaltering, spurred on by your praises. your tired gaze fixated onto his face, scrunched in concentration, reminding you of last week when he was the only one solve the challenging question the professor had posed — and how bad you’d wanted to take him right in the classroom, right then and there.
he’s still wearing his glasses, surprisingly still in good condition. your tongue darts out and licks the frame, going down the temples to his ear. your hot breath fogs up the lenses, thumb reaching out to wipe the condensation, revealing his cerulean eyes.
a sharp, harsh thrust breaks you out of your trance, eliciting a high-pitched mewl from your throat, pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. gojo groans, hips faltering, “you’re so tight…i’m not going to last long with you gripping me like that.”
“right there…shit, i’m close too. soo big, feels so good,” you whine against his chest, walls contracting spasmodically.
“fuck- fuck-” gojo struggled to get words out as he came into the condom, spurts of white load filling you up. the warmth triggers your own release, coming undone around his dick, forming a milky ring at the base.
your bodies immediately go slack, you trapping his larger body underneath yours. you’re panting and gasping, still seeing stars as you come down from your high. the room is spinning, the lights are scattered and blurry, even though there’s only one lamp in the room.
he hasn’t pulled out from you, both too dazed and tired to move. you felt his chest rumble from beneath yours as he speaks up.
“sooo do you still need help with physics? i have time.”
art from @/3vangel1ne on x/twitter! | smut is actually so funny to write
fratboy!satoru who is really mean to you and uses you
smut , angst , no comfort , he takes a picture of you but you're not exposed
part two here !
fratboy!satoru who was your shy nerdy friend in freshman year. the two of you would play video games together, gush and read over the newest chapter of the manga you were reading. after spending so much time together, you couldn't help the feelings that were growing for him. he was shy and introverted, just like you and had so many similar hobbies. there weren't many in his circle except for you and a few others.
at least you were, until he became friends with suguru. that's when everything changed.
it started off with him not playing games anymore, to missing hangouts, and then just not responding to your texts.
you couldn't be mad at him for spreading his wings and flying, that's what college was for; growing and learning more about who you are. but you hate the fact that he left you in the process.
it hurt a lot, trying to put in effort to keep the friendship alive. but too many missed calls, texts you never got replies to, to him straight up ignoring you when you tried to say hi to him in person. he always feigned ignorance, like he didn't know who you were in front of his frat bros.
so you let go and in the process whatever connection the two of you had severed. and by senior year, he was the campus superstar; the president of the frat who threw rager parties. he was a social butterfly, and everyone wanted his attention. whereas you were still just some nerd. you kept to yourself, head stuck in the books. still reading manga, still playing games.
until one day, you got a text. from a number you couldn't bear to delete.
satoru: party at the frat tonight, hope you can make it y/n :)
you felt your heart skip a beat, and you cursed yourself for it. after no contact for 3 years, you still couldn't deny your feelings for him. you couldn't lie to yourself, it felt so good to be hearing from him again. maybe he's missed you, and wants to reconcile?
a million ideas race through your mind, the possibilities endless. but every single one led to him. you were gonna see him, he wanted to see you. does he deserve you after what he's done to you? no. but your heart yearns for him so desperately.
so you make up your mind, put on some clothes and makeup, and head to the first party of your life.
the party was in full swing by the time you made it, hints of alcohol and weed in the air, strobe lights flashing, people dancing. you push through the throngs of people, until you see a familiar tuft of white hair.
in an instant, arms wrap around you and the familiar scent fills your nose. it tugs at your heartstrings, knowing he still uses the same scent of cologne you gifted him years ago. it smelled like you were home.
a voice tickles your ear, "hi y/n. i've missed you so much." he whispers. you feel the heat of his breath and can't help the shudder that runs down your spine.
he pulls back and gives you a big smile, hooking an arm around your waist as he shows you around the frat house. soon enough, you had a drink in hand, and sat outside in the backyard next to satoru on a hammock. the two of you talked like the old times, you've never felt so happy.
the wind gently caresses your face, the music sounds drowned out and the stars fill the sky. a hand reaches out to brush your hair out of your face, and it lingers there. you lean into his palm welcoming the touch.
"you look really pretty tonight y/n." his eyes trail down from your face, all the way down. heat emanates from your cheeks at his words. you stare at his blue eyes, and he returns your gaze.
slowly, inch by inch, the space between you two disappears. his lips are soft, as they touch your own. his other hand reaches for your face, as he cradles it, pulling you closer. he pulls back, just for a moment, to tenderly place a flurry of small chaste kisses upon your lips.
he pulls you onto his lap, and pulls you close. slotting his lips against yours, it becomes deeper. you struggle as you try to keep up, never having kissed someone before, you didn't know what to do. you were just trying to follow his lead. as if he knew this, you could hear him vaguely whisper cute before kissing you breathless.
moments later he pulls back, eyes hooded, "d'ya wanna go upstairs?" he says.
the rational part of your brain tries to alert you that this isn't a good idea. you've only been talking to him again for a few hours. but your heart buzzes with excitement. all the feelings that have been buried for the past three years come spilling out, and you find yourself nodding your head at his words.
"yeah, let's go."
he drags you to his room, the door is swiftly locked. he lays you on the bed, kissing your forehead, before kissing your eyes, nose, lips. "so damn cute." he whispers.
clothes are peeled off, kissed are placed on every part of your body he can touch. his touch is electrifying, hands roaming your skin. until he touches you where need it most. his fingers deftly make their way between your legs, teasing touches as he barely grazes your entrance, until his fingers plunge in. in and out over and over again, until you reach your climax.
"are you sure you're ready?" he questions once, his tip gently rubbing up and down your soppy folds.
your hips buck up at the friction and you quickly nod your head. "wanna feel you, all of you."
and in that moment, he pushes forward, slipping inside your wet gummy walls. he thrusts again and again, while whispering sweet words of praise in your ears. your skin feels like its on fire, tingles shocking through your body. you whimper and thrash in his hold as you feel your release building up. and then it hits you, stars collide behind your eyes, pleasure rolling throughout your body.
satoru finishes not too long after you, pulling out and laying down in the bed next to you, immediately grabbing onto his phone. you tug the blanket up and tuck yourself in, basking in the aftereffects of what occurred between the two of you.
flash
you winced as satoru took a photo of you, you slowly sit up, holding the blanket to your chest, not wanting it to slip down, "umm, what are you doing?" you question.
"gotta send a photo for proof." he says without looking up at you.
your eyebrows furrow, "wait what? proof for what?" you stammered. the feeling of elation slowly dies down. something doesn't feel right.
"hmmm i really didn't think you were gonna show up. but i'm glad you did. thanks to you, the frats gonna have alcohol supplied for free the entire year." he looks up at you briefly before his attention is once again sucked in by his phone.
"i-i don't understand satoru, what.... what do you mean?" you warily asked.
a sigh comes out of his nose as he throws his phone on the side of the bed and looks at you, "look sweetheart, the boys offered me a bet. if i could sleep with you, then free booze for the rest of the year." he shrugged noncommittedly, like this wasn't a big deal.
you felt a pang in your chest, and in an instant the tears pooled in your eyes. this was a big deal to you. satoru was your first love, and you offered yourself to him on a silver platter, in hopes that he would give himself back to you in return. but he just used you. your first kiss, your virginity, gone in an instant to this asshole.
the shy nerdy boy was long gone, he was no longer the guy who would laugh with you, talk about the wildest theories for hours, now he was a jerk who would willingly hurt you for his own gain.
"i don't understand," you say as the tears start the drip. you can't help the sniffles. "how could you be so cruel. we used to be friends, did that mean nothing to you?" you say as you wipe off the tears. but it's of no use, they keep streaming down.
"we haven't been friends for years, and you know that. honestly, i don't know how we were friends. i could never be friends with someone like you. you're pathetic. all you do is read and daydream about what your life could be."
your throat tightened at his words, but it didn't end there.
"and you really have no respect for yourself, huh? i didn't think it would be so easy. a couple of sweet words, and there you were, stripping off your clothes." he remarks while laughing. it felt like a slap in the face.
you wanted to scream, to throw something, anything to escape the heavy weight of his words. but you couldn't. you were frozen on the spot.
your voice came out meekly, "i thought, sniff, that somewhere underneath all that. the boy i still loved was hiding under there, sniff. i guess i was wrong."
"riiiight. so can you leave now? i've got things to do." he mutters dismissively, not listening to what you had to say to him.
that was the hammer on the head. the lack of care in his voice. not an ounce of guilt, or an apology. he used you, got what he wanted, and how he was done with you, ready to throw you away.
you slowly peel the cover off your body, satoru looks at his phone, uninterested. you put your clothes back on and headed out for the door, not looking back at him once.
once the door closed behind you you couldn't help the thoughts racing in your brain. you were just a girl he used and tossed aside. he took your first kiss and virginity, but those were the last things he'd ever take from you, and you'd make damn sure of it.
One burly hand holding down the surface of your abdomen, the pressure increases the searing hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Chest clammy, skin sticky from the thick beach air, you clutch your boyfriend's being forearms, gummy pussy walls clenching relentlessly around his fingers. "Please, right there!" Your plead leaves you in the form of a desperate whine, thighs shaking as he uses one strong arm to hold them both open.
Hot breath fanning over your swollen lips, bruised from his teeth nipping them, your older boyfriend happily watches you fall apart on his fingers, eyelids low and clouded with lust.
"Right there baby?" He cooes, tone sweet yet mocking, and it makes a spine of ecstasy shoot through your spine. God, you loved when he teased you like this. "Hm, baby? Is that my princess' special spot?"
Responding in an incomprehensible string of cries, the sound of your pussy gushing leaves your cheeks hot with embarrassment. Pulling away his touch, you watch the only man who's ever pleased you, situate himself on his knees and find his spot between your thighs. "Wait," Hands flying to his shoulders, the waves crash behind him as you shake your head.
"We'll get caught. You can't-"
He winks. "Don't be loud then baby. Bite on your knuckle." And then a warm tongue circles around your clit, that throbs from the delicious touch. A long moan burns your throat, both hands flying to his hair to tug him in closer.
You feel him smirk against your heat, sharp fingers prodding at your entrance. Shivers of pleasure force you to jerk your hips into his greedy mouth, which was toying with your clit. Then he decides to wrap envelope his lips around the poor nub, and sucks harshly, making you see stars. "That's it. Ride my face baby." He eggs on, pumpers his fingers in and out at a steady pace, loudly slurping up all your juices.
Your lower abdomen clenches, high begging to form in your core. The familiar ball of pleasure began to brew, leaving you breathless, back falling against the sand. "I'm gonna come!" Looking down at his beautiful face, the way his cheeks hallowed as he continued to suck on your clit, quickening the thrusting of his fingers, pushes you to the edge.
"Come on sweetheart." He urges, eyes locking onto yours. "Look at me when you do it."
Chasing your high, you feel it dissolve into your bones, seizing your entire figure into a state of complete euphoria. Coming undone with his name leaving your lips, your boyfriend eagerly drinks your juice, humming into your sopping wet pussy.
