frat gojo dragging you into a dark hallway by the belt loops of your jeans, his breath hot against your ear as he tells you exactly how much trouble you’re in, he's watched you talk to too many boys tonight and he plans on showing you exactly what a man like him can make you feel like, you miss the rest of the party because he wants to see if he can get you to scream as loud as the music
frat boy gojo knows how to fuck, and not in the way most college kids no how to, no this man actually can put you through a matress and always leaves you coming back from more, you expected him to be like everyone else you've hooked up with, but he's barely stared and you're already gone. you try to maintain your compousre but his fingers feel so good between your legs and he's kissing you like you're the only person on the world
satoru loves how his fingers can just touch your cervix when he’s knuckle deep inside you. gives him a sick sense of satisfaction that his fingers alone are enough to caress your womb
rewatching jjk so it’s thirsty gojo hours (currently 3am so y’all know i ain’t LYINGGGG).
will be part of a full fic but as of now im just getting back into the hang of writing again because it’s been a hot minute
as always, minors do not interact!!
It's only been about twenty minutes since you settled into your bed, textbook in hand when Gojo plops down on the bed, his thighs pressed flush against yours. He peers at you over his glasses, baby blues sparkling with amusement and something you can't quite put your finger on. Whatever it is, you know it's bad news.
"Wanna fuck?"
The silence stretches out longer than it feels. You’re waiting for him to say something, or even just to move. Because the longer he stays still, blank expression not leaving his face, the more you’re convinced that you just imagined it. You bring your knees up, as close to your chest as possible and turn your attention back to the words on the page. "No."
"Let me rephrase that for you," He picks up the book out of your hands and flaps it around almost gleefully. "When do you wanna fuck?"
"We're not fucking—"
"I think now's a great time. Don't really feel like waiting a whole hour when I'm already hard."
On instinct, your eyes shift down to his lap before you can stop yourself. There's no tent. Gojo bites down on his bottom lip and grins widely.
"You're so full of it." Your voice is flat, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your lips from twitching up at the sides.
He flutters his lashes dramatically. "Just full of love and adoration for you." And then he's pushing you down, hand splayed across your ribcage until you feel the soft fullness of the pillows. Any protest you had dies on the tip of your tongue when he grinds into the juncture between your thighs. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, and his little sharp gasps feel like music to your ears. "I really do want to fuck you."
For a second, you think about teasing him; pushing him back with your foot against his chest until he's far enough on the bed. Until he understands that the only way he would even get to touch you is until he jerks himself off for your viewing pleasure, edging himself until he's gasping for air with hiccupped begs for you to finally let him fuck you. But then Gojo slips off the flimsy shorts you have on, and you're brought back to the present. He's careful with the way the material slides off, slowly, almost seductively, before he wraps a hand around the flesh of your thigh, squeezing at the generous fat.
"You're always so.." Gojo trails off, opting to press along the centre of your panties with his thumb. "..fucking wet."
You whimper, shifting your hips to chase his fingers. "Don't say that."
He only hums in response, lips stretching into a smirk as he pulls at the waistband of your underwear before letting it slap against your fleshy hips. He does it again, slower, and this time pulls the material down, past the swell of your ass and lets it rest at your knees. You don't realise you're holding your breath until he lifts you up, hands under your ass and legs over his shoulders until he's at eye-level with your cunt. He leans his head against a thigh, lips pressing the softest butterfly kisses along the sensitive skin there. His breath fans out across the edge of your panties, getting closer and closer with each exhale and before you know it, you find yourself squirming, legs crossing across his back.
“So impatient,” he teases, grinning widely. It’s tempting not to wipe that smug smirk off his face. “You just need to ask, baby.”
“Satoru,” Your fingers thread themselves into his hair and give a warning pull. “Don’t tease.”
“You gonna take charge today, princess?” He fails to keep the snicker out of his voice. You’re not sure if he’s even trying to. “You wanna sit on my face?”
Gojo manhandling you without a care in the world, using his strength to his advantage and being so fucking cocky about it. He clamps a hand over your mouth when you’re being too loud, his body looming over yours and you can’t do anything about it. He puts his hands on your body and maneuvers it however he wants, giggling and making teasing remarks. He’s such a little shit.
cw: nsfw... anal sex :) pegging :) degradation kink :) as much as i loooove dominate gojo sometimes pretty boys need to be put back in their place :) not edited rip
kinda loosely inspired by this post by @thbbie
when gojo first approached you with the idea of anal, you couldn't help but give him the side eye. it's every guy's fantasy, please! he begged, literally kneeling in front of you while you sat on the couch, hands cupped together.
you sighed, looking down at him with a semi-amused grin. "on one condition." the thought of what you were going to say next caused excitement to bubble within you.
"yes, anything, whatever you want." he said, getting a head of himself. silly satoru didn't even hear what you wanted in return.
"if you want to put it in my butt, i get to peg you." you smiled, seeing how his expression went blank. it was difficult to tell what he was thinking, and you were about to laugh, knowing he wouldn't agree to it, but to your surpirse he responded.
"if that's what it takes." he gulped, "so be it."
that's how you found yourself in this bizarre situation. never in a million years would you have thought you'd have gojo satroru like this in front of you, stomach against the bed, butt naked, legs slightly parted. his muscles were tense, you could tell. it wasn't as if this was something that was in his comfort zone. heck, you'd given him the opportunity to back out but he was firm on his end of the deal.
reaching forward, you let your hands slide over his ripped back, tracing over the muscles, hoping to sooth his nerves. he only flinched at your touch, goosebumps littering his pale skin. he looked cute like this, like all the cockiness in his body had evacuated, presenting a more vulnerable version of himself.
"c'mon let's get this over with," he mumbled, cheek against the pillow.
you flashed a smirk, "i didn't realize you were so desperate to get your ass fuck, 'toru."
it felt good to tease him like this— he was always the dominate one, the one to degrade you, to call you his little slut. how funny everything was now that the roles were reversed.
"'m not," he said, trying to defend himself. although, you weren't too convinced, hands finding their way to his ass. it was so perky, you always told him this, but seeing now, in the flesh from a never before seen angle, you couldn't help but feel him up.
gojo whines, “do you mind?”
“sorry baby,” you laugh, “i just can’t help myself.”
you squeezed the lube onto your hand first, rubbing it against the strap-on you had aquired for this very special occasion. you could hear gojo’s breaths become deeper as he anticipated what was to come.
next, you let a glob of lube fall onto his asshole, seeing how he twitched from the contact. the cool gel ran down his sensitive area, briefly being met by your finger as you grazed over it.
“fuck,” he cursed under his breath, hands clamping down on the bedsheets. you swiftly positioned yourself between his legs, prying them open further.
lining up the dildo with his hole, you allowed your hips to glide forward slowly. you didn’t want to overwhelm your poor baby.
“loosen up a little,” you grumble, taking one of his ass cheeks in each hand, rubbing the strap over his part.
carefully, you inch forward, letting the silicone tip penetrate through him. that’s when you hear the needy moan that escapes his lips, how pretty his vocal sounds.
“we can stop, ‘toru.. if you want.” his body lightly trembles, and you can see how his eyes are squeezed shut.
“no,” he pants, tongue coated in drool, “fuck put it in all the way.”
“are you sure?”
“yes-fuck.” you slam yourself into him without further warning, bottoming out, watching in awe how he sucks the whole fucking dildo in.
his back arches, practically snapping in half, head pushing further into the pillow, screaming in pleasure. you stay still for a moment, letting him regain his senses, hands digging into his hips, seeing how he begins to squirm.
“aw you’re such a little cockslut,” you tease again, starting to rock forwards and backwards. he get help but moan. you can’t even see his face properly but you know he’s flushing with embarrassment.
his ass pushed back against you, showing just how much he was enjoying it. gripping onto his hips, you only fucked him harder, soaking in the sweet sounds he was making.
“turned you into a whore,” you laugh, “whining so desperately— coulda sworn you were acting all macho thirty minutes ago.”
the silicone dildo slide in and out of his ass, and it was clear that he was clenching down on it hard. especially when you said such dirty words to him.
“s-shuddup-” he stampeded, lifting himself up slightly bouncing back to meet every one of your thrusts.
“fuck i.. it’s so deep.” he whined, his breaths becoming pitchier by the second.
gojo’s hands searched for something to grab onto, fisting the bedsheets, biting down on the pillow. he kept moaning, each sound becoming more needy.
“i’m gonna— oh god, fuck fuck fuck!” he screamed out a little, body becoming limp, and you stopped to make sure he was alright.
pulling out slowly, you prompted him to flip over, exposing the mess he’d made.
white ropes stained the bedsheets, covering his stomach as well. his face was so red, chest heaving as he came down from his orgasm. he tried covering his face but you only tsked, swirling your fingers around in his hot cum.
popping your digits into your mouth, you raised an eyebrow at him, tapping the dildo against his sensitive, softening cock.
“look at you, cumming from getting your ass fucked,” you smirk. “shoulda known you were a little bitch. let’s go for another round like this baby, this time i wanna look into your eyes while i pound you.”
cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.
“—ohhhh fuckkkkk,”
he doesn’t understand it— any of it. he doesn’t understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campus— with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy around— the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.
gojo assumes he’s experiencing one hell of a good dream. that’s the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. it’s the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. it’s the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.
he doesn’t want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s clenching. there’s an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortably—
but he doesn’t want to wake up.
planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, you’re riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divine— your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment he’s balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.
gojo doesn’t think he’s breathing, and frankly, isn’t sure if he wants to. you’re reckless— moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. there’s a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,
“—so deep, can feel you in my stomach!”
your tits bounce in clockwise motions. you’d freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldn’t forget even on his death bed— cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.
the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. he’s frozen stiff— the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. he’s moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.
your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, “—taste so good,” he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.
he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories he’s conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professor’s ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction he’s seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment due—
“gojo.”
he snaps his eyes open. he didn’t realize he’d clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you again— only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).
you’ve slowed down your pace. you’ve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupid’s bow and he’s only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and he’s positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.
he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. there’s an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off you—
heisenburg’s uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelion’s a cruel angel’s thesis—
“you don’t like me?” you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesn’t sound like a legitimate question, but his ‘huh’ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.
gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, “w-what?” he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.
this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.
“you don’t like me.” you’re not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. you’re teasing him— he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. you’ve got him wrapped all around your pretty finger— he knows it and you definitely know it.
as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, “no! are you, ngh, crazy— of course i do—”
“because i like you.” it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.
he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes won’t leave his— like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, “i like you too—”
“you won’t look at me,” gojo hadn’t realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, “talk to me.”
“i-it’s just, um,” he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but you’re still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, “i’m a—mmph, nobody and you’re— well, you’re you,” he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, “y’re just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,” your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, “i want— need you to cum first. . .”
there’s a beat of silence for a while. you’ve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didn’t mess up the one good thing that’s happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. you’ve even popped his now bruised skin from your lips— hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.
you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his saliva— your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,
and he doesn’t think you’ve looked any prettier.
“so,” you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, “the problem is when you look huh. . .?”
his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, “what are you—”
and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but there’s no mistake from your silhouette— your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, “trust me,” you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.
trust you? he’d lay his life on the line for a woman like you.
his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuck— which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.
god, he is just so happy to be here.
your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. he’s a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damn— it hardly fits in his palms.
there’s a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and it’s downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, “shouldn’t be an issue anymore, yeah?” you hum.
“y-yeah— oh god, yes,” gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. he’s lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but there’s only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. “w-wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum—”
“yeah?” you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. “where do you wanna finish? on my face?” he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, “on my tits?” gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like it’s on the verge of explosion, “on my ass?” you’re about halfway down, “or. . . inside?”
“please,” he doesn’t care if he’s begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, “please lemme cum inside, i-i’ll do anything.”
“hmm, anything?” you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.
“yes,” he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, “a-anything you want, i swear,” at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.
chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.
“even my homework? assignments?” you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.
when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. he’s desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, “ngh, for the rest of the s-school year,”
“that easy with you?” you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. there’s a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldn’t care any less—you tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, he’s positive you taste holier down there.
“it’s your world.” gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he said— it is your world, and he’s nothing more than a happy servant. “i’ll do it all— bring your books to class, rub your feet— i’ll bark if you need me to— just, please, please, please let me cum inside.”
your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. he’s thrusting relentlessly— there’s no set pace at all, and he’s so close to finishing he’s completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sex— he never wants to let you go.
your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beat— he revels in the attention you’re giving him, even if it’s just for the moment. he knows he won’t ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he’s here.
“you wanna breed my pussy?” you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, “mmph— okay, yeah — put a baby in me, freak.”
and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look good— and your cunt milks him dry for whatever he’s worth.
his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and it’s only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.
“mhm,” you hum at the taste. he’s panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high he’s yet to come down from. you don’t seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, there’s a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. “‘s my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.”
