#nerdgojo

[surethingmoto]

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD (@neverrisa on titkok)

[saelynne]

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 jerks off to his pretty classmate ♡

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who admires you — the pretty girl who sits across the lecture hall — every day. some days he barely listens to the professor's endless droning, instead taking the time to stare in your direction.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who takes in all of your features. your delicate hands that fly over your keyboard as you take notes, the way your hair frames your face, the soft curve of your lips.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 whose thoughts eventually begin to wander into… inappropriate territory. his gaze starts to drift downward. he notices your neck, unmarked and smooth, the swell of your tits beneath your shirt, your thighs, usually covered by a pair of jeans or sweatpants.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who can barely study thanks to you. he tries everything — studying at the library, standing while he works, listening to music — but none of it works. thoughts of you run through his head, making his mind grow foggy with lust.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who forgets how to breathe when he has his very first interaction with you. you approach him at the beginning of class, asking him for his notes from yesterday's lecture because you were absent. "i—i can share the doc with you," he stammers, heart racing at the proximity.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who gets hard when you smile and thank him. he nods with stiff movements, watching you walk away, but the sway of your hips as you walk does nothing to soothe his aching dick.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who tries to study in his dorm that night, but can't seem to focus again. all he's thinking about is you, you, you. you and your pretty smile, gentle eyes, comforting voice.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who's starting to imagine what it would be like to have you. he thinks back to the raunchy hentai and porn he's jerked off to, how the girl usually ends up pinned beneath the guy, getting her brains fucked out by him. or in other videos, where the girl is the one making the guy whine and whimper for her.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who wouldn't mind being in either situation with you.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who ends up sprawled out beneath his covers, phone in hand with the other buried in his jeans. he's got some shitty porn pulled up, moans spilling from his phone speakers just loud enough for him to hear.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who rubs his thumb over his tip, eyes shut tight as he starts to imagine you touching him this way. he smears pre-cum over his flushed tip, stirring a whine from his throat, then a needy whisper of your name.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who eventually turns off his phone and tosses it on the floor. the actress's moans are superficial. in fact — she sounds more like a dying cat than someone in pleasure.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who keeps teasing himself, his other hand tugging his jeans down to make things easier for himself. he finally starts to stroke himself — slowly at first, lubricating his aching dick with his own slick pre.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who thinks of how good your pussy would feel, wrapped around him. you're probably so tight and warm, and you'd squeeze him so good. . .

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who whimpers at the thought, his hand squeezing tighter, moving faster. his chest heaves with each stroke, thoughts filled with the image of you above him, his cock buried deep inside your sweet pussy.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 whose hand turns into a blur on his dick, slick sounds filling the room, accompanied by his soft gasps and whines. part of him is starting to feel ashamed for this — for jerking off to his classmate — but he can't help it. you're just so tempting.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 who feels his balls tense as he gets close. your imaginary moans flood his brain, making him move even faster, fisting his cock with erratic movements.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 whose back arches off the bed, seconds away from cumming all over his sheets. he strokes once— twice— and he's finally spurting that sticky, pearly-white cum all over the blanket. his breathing is heavy as he lays there — satisfied, but embarrassed and ashamed at himself for it.

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[rebelssvy]

tutor ✧.*

NERDJO X READER

twt links included!!!

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summary: you needed nerdjo to tutor you, it wasn't until a party did you realize how much you liked him. things escalated,TWT LINKS smut sex, somewhat public sex. fingering. making out, motions of alcohol.

twt links below

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physics was kicking your ass. you couldn't fail this class, so after signing up for tutoring sessions, you found yourself spending far too much time with gojo.

the dim lighting of the library made your head groggy. you could barley stay awake as he continued to attempt to teach you.

"y/n.. I know this isn't your favorite thing, but im tryin' to help you out." he spoke, his voice was calming in a sense too, making your eyes close like gates.

"hey.." he said softly, you felt his hand on your back, you raised your head. you took in his figure. alone gojo was pretty beautiful. but without this whole tutor gig you would've probably never known of his existence. so for this you were grateful, in some ways he was eye candy, but also a nice genuine guy to count on.

"Im listening.." you yawned.

after the verbal confirmation, gojo taught you all you needed to know until your brain was filled to the brim.

you straightened your back, "okay, lets call it a night, im too tired." you said, stretching and yawning.

"ok how about we finish up this unit tomorrow then?" he tilted his head and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

you shook your head no, "sorry buddy.. gots plans tomorrow." you said, and it wasn't a lie. you had been invited to this party at your friends spacious apartment like a week ago. you had been looking forward to it since.

"oh okay.. oh wait" he said with a laugh, "I have plans too I guess, im willing to give them up to hang with you but, seems ill be doing something else as well."

you wondered what else he could be doing, your head also lingered on the fact that he is willing to cancel plans to tutor you. he is such a good helper! you thought.

and so after that you parted ways. but secretly, after all your tutoring sessions, your mind wandered around him. but surely it was just because he is such a good teacher.

the party came quicker than you would've thought, pregaming with friends went buy quickly. you were going for a slightly under the influence look tonight. along with sexy attire.

your uber ws there before you knew it, you and your friends all cramped up in the car.

"fuck I can't wait to make out with someone tonight.." one of the girls exclaimed, all your friends laughed and agreed.

you felt the same way, but you didn't want to make out with just anyone.

after the trip you found yourself walking into the building and up to the apartment, the music grew louder the closer you got. for some odd reason you felt nervous.

walking through the doors girls laughed and hugged with people you had never seen before, you introduced yourself but you felt slightly out of place. you forced yourself to shake off the nerves and go to the kitchen for a little pick me up.

as you turned the corner you ran face first into something rock solid, you staggered back slightly losing your footing until someone caught you. their hands around your waist holding you balenced.

"y/n?" a familiar voice said through the loud atmosphere. your eyes bolted up to find mr tutor himself. gojo satoru.

except, he didn't look himself. still sporting his glasses and all, but something about him was changed, maybe it was his demeanor. you felt suddenly aware of his hands still on your waist even though you were on your feet.

"oh hi!! didn't expect to see you here." you said honestly.

he bent over to hear you talk, his ear close to your mouth, his head almost in the divot of your collar bone. you were aware of how close he was.

he shifted to speak into your ear, you felt his breath on your skin, "what? im too nerdy to go to parties?" he laughed. it sent chills over your skin.

nervous you tripped over your words, "nonono, I didn't mean it like that I swear."

"hey hey no worries, just remember to be kind to me.." he acted to be hurt by your words his hands covering his heart. "Im the reason you do so good in school, right?" he teased.

your mind went blank, choosing to just laugh it off you moved around his body. since when was he ever this big? "im gonna get a drink.. I'll see you around ok?" and with that you walked away from him and to the kitchen.

since when did nerdy gojo make you feel like this. you were so hot it felt like you needed open air to cool off. opting for a shot instead. since when was he so.. hot? why did him teasing you so much make your core burn.

"hey!" your friend said from beside you, you didn't move, just greeted her and pulled your composure together. "who was that babe you were talking to?" he said. it was then that you turned to face her.

"haha gojo?" you questioned. almost like you were making a joke of it. no way it could be him.

"uhhh sure.." she looked at you crazy, "if the guy with the glasses and white hair is gojo then yes."

you didnt say anything at all, you just shrugged, offputtingly.

"oook then," she said as she turned away. "im gonna go talk to gojo then.."

her words burned a sensation you didn't know you would feel. especially not for your tutor. as you watched from a distance, your chest felt tight with jealousy.

he's your tutor. not hers, he didn't even know his name. she wouldn't even know who he is if you hadn't ran into him.

you tried to swallow your pride, its not like hes yours. you couldn't. you took your cracked dignity and strutted over to them. when you got there she was laughing up a storm, pushing herself on him.

"hey!" you said, almost shouting, "can I grab ya for a sec?"

he turned to face you, his expression practically lighting up at your presence.

you pulled him away from the crowd and to a less popular hallway. the colorful LEDs still shading your face but it was less vibrant. he looked stunning, slightly sweaty to the point of glow.

"hey I gotta say, thanks for saving me that chick was all over me.." he laughed. his words burned in your chest. were girls always like this with him, and you just didn't notice? how come you didn't notice? just because he was your nerdy tutor. you could have as well been blind.

"since when did you get so hot?" you said out loud before it was too late.

his face grew a shade of peach, like he was flustered by your words. his eyebrows raised, and his mouth parted like he gasped.

the moment stilled between you, the lights and music in slow motion. your nerves stood on end.

"fuck me.." he cursed himself as he took a step to you. his head dipping to yours, his hand coming up on your cheek. his mouth found yours. hesitantly almost, you reciprocated the kiss. he hummed with a new found confidence.

your mouths meshed, his tongue brushing over your lips. you parted them, his wet tongue searching through your mouth. he hummed into your mouth, his hands on your body, feeling up and down. he parted, "come with me." he spoke quickly.

you didn't answer him before he forcefully dragged you further down the long hallway. pulling you into the bathroom. he locked the door behind you.

"is this okay?" he said, while he closed the space between you again. his hands finding your hips.

"just kiss me." you ordered as you tilted your head up to him.

and so he did, he pushed you flush against the door. grabbing your jaw he moved your mouth to his, more forcefully this time. he hummed into your mouth. your tongue mushing against his. your saliva mixing.

"fuck gojo.." you moaned. his frame being so much larger than yours you grabbed onto his hips for support.

his mouth parted from yours, his hands onto of yours he dragged your palms down to his forming tent. "feel how badly I want you." he said face next to your ear, "been plotting on your since the first day I met you.. so fucking pretty." he moved his hands to your shirt now, pulling there fabric over your head.

"is all of this okay?" he asked, you answered him "yes please.."

you whined, craving more, he took your bra off with a switch motion, his mouth now licking at your skin. lapping at your hardening nipples. your mouth hung open at his action.

"need.. more, please.." you gasped for air, begging for your core to be satisfied.

"yes.. ok.." he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose, you realized now how flushed he was, how hot and riled up you had gotten him.

he belt over slightly and pulled your pants down, moving your panties to the side, you grabbed onto him as you lost your balance. head faint from the pent up sensation. "gojo.." you moaned.

"call me satoru.." he said quickly while his hands how pushed through your folds.

"sat-!oru.." you moaned. his big fingers dragged up and down through for sopping pussy, his middle finger stopping and circling your clit. you grabbed onto his bicep. your nails digging into his flesh. you gasped at his finger prodding at your entrance. circling your empty hole. his digit then pushing its way into you. you felt faint gasping for air. he fingered you softly, then picking up pace.

"fuccckk me..." you moaned.

apparently gojo doesn't pick up on expressions.

in one swift motion, he bent you over the counter top. freeing his cock from his pants he pushed his clothes out of the way.

"so fucking pretty.. gosh.." he dragged his cock through your soaking pussy. your hole clenching around nothing. until it ws filled with his length. so much, you held your hand to the mirror, looking for anything to grab onto.

"you got it.. I know it hurts baby.. itll feel good baby.." he said holding still, bringing his finger circling your cunt. you jerked at the motion. then rolling his hips when you spasmed. "can't help myself.." he moaned, bringing your back up, holding on to your boobs at he fucked you on his cock. his length pounding into your clenching walls.

you felt close now. you held onto anything you could, attempting to reach out. "dont run from it, cmon.."

he then pulled you up, your legs hanging in the air, your back flush against his chest. "ah! fuck!" you moaned.

"satoru.. I-im close.." you gasped, his cock rushing in and out of you, now with the help of gravity. your body too connected. he could feel your walls closing around him.

"I- I know baby.." he said.

"fuc.." you shook as your orgasm his you. your pussy cumming on his cock. your head falling on his shoulder, him still holding you up. your moaned sweet whines into his ear without realizing it.. he held himself back to set you down before he came on your ass.

after gaining composure he wiped you off and put some of your clothes back on your body.

"no bed needed" he attempted to joke with you. so exhausted you giggled and then lost your balance for the fifth time tonight. he caught you, your bodies flush against each other.

"lets get you out of here," he said picking you up. safe to say you were in good arms for the rest of the night.

he also made you finish the unit the next day. all you could think about was his cock while he mumbled on about your science unit.

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Nerdjo loves it when you squirm and grip his hair for dear life. .ᐟ.ᐟ nsfw content

You feel completely overwhelmed, your nerdy boyfriend is just too big for you. 

His thick and veiny cock is buried inside you, and you feel it so deeply. You hold onto his sweaty and broad shoulders, fingers gripping for dear life into his muscles. Seeking comfort, you bury your head into his chest and let out a whimper as you feel him speed up. 

Unable to handle the weight of your body any longer, your head slipped from his chest landing on the soft pillows below. Satoru’s large hand curls around the frame of your face, the pad of his thumb slowly brushing away the strands of sweaty hair stuck to your forehead. Satoru slips his dick out of you with a huff, and you let out an exasperated moan, heavy with pure frustration. You stare at him as he adjusts his glasses— which are fogged up and sticky, to which he uses the star wars bed sheets to wipe the glass clean.

He lets out a small smile, as if he’s enjoying your exhaustion mixed with disbelief. “C’mon— D-don’t go falling asleep on me now baby.” Drawing out the sentence in an exaggerated annoyance he can’t conceal the smile that continues to tug on his lips. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to the side of your lips, hands tracing over your stomach he feels you shiver beneath him, clearly enjoying your reaction. 

“Satoru— please just… ugh” You fumble over your words, biting your bottom lip in frustration when he continues to simply trace over your stomach. Tears well up in your eyes as you feel his lingering touch drop lower as he begins to trace your aching pussy.

His other hand grabs yours, intertwining them together as he realigns his hard cock with your throbbing heat and pushes in with one hard thrust.

Your voice is muffled as he kisses you, feeling so full your toes curl in delight and your watering eyes start to blur. Pulling back, Satoru groans at the sight before him, blue eyes examining every detail of your exhausted face. “T-that’s it… That’s my girl.”

He continues to thrust into you as you desperately try to cling to him, squirming under his large body. You know he’s close, speeding up as his breathing grows heavy. You grab onto the back of his head, pulling his white snowy hair as tight as you can.

“F-fuck! Aha… You’ve got a strong grip—” he lewdly whimpers out, his thrusts growing sloppy, thick veins feeling every throb of your soft and gummy walls. 

“I’m close, T-toru” 

“Yeah? Come on… cum for m-me, baby”

Feeling absolutely shameful, you lock your legs around him, muttering his name over and over, as if worshipping him. Looking down, you see his cum dripping down your thighs— to which Satoru lets out a grin and traces around it, pride written all over his face.

“All mine,” he murmured, as if speaking to himself, “All mine.”

[kazedoll]

glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🔍

satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.

your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.

however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.

he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.

you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”

you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.

satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.

his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.

but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.

those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.

then, he notices you staring.

slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.

“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”

the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?

“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”

“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”

satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.

“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.

“you look . . smart.”

he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”

“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.

his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.

you don’t back up— you can’t.

your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.

“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.

“i can’t help it.”

from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.

the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.

“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.

you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.

“you’re blushing.”

“that’s your fault.”

his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.

“better?” he asks, playfully.

“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.

he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.

“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”

“you absolut— ”

your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.

the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.

when he pulls back, you’re breathless.

“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.

“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.

“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”

satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.

“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”

you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.

© kazedoll ୨୧

[kill3ill]

fwb! nerdjo showing you his eyesore of a racecar bed, all his completed lego sets, and his elaborate gaming setup. he starts mansplaining graphics and ping and all other sorts of geeky shit and you're just nodding and watching his excited little face and he realizes you're not responding and he thinks you don't care and he realizes you really are here just to fuck him and he starts stripping and gets all sad because he really was excited to explain all the things he's most interested in and you stop him and say to keep going.

he gets so happy that you care and wanna hear him and he starts tugging his clothes back on and you stop him and tell him to keep talking while he's only in his boxers and he can barely focus on talking about his games because your attention is divided between his body and what he's saying and he's getting so hard under all your attention. moreso when you start rubbing him through his briefs and mumble to keep talking in his ear while you touch him...

[applepeye]

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 nerdjo , college student gojo , amab reader .

Cockwarming nerdjo while he writes his thesis. Cockwarming nerdjo as he struggles to even lift a finger , his body quivering and shaking , but you refused to move until he's done writing.

He wants it so bad , but you won't even let his move just the teensiest bit , the only pleasure he feels his then he tightens his walls around that prodding rod inside his ass

[sweetiemayy]

Two Much!

➜ IN WHICH... Toru hasn’t been giving you enough attention lately. Oh well, you’re lucky he’s got a cute twin.

★ CW: Cheating (M Receiving), Faux Promises, Slight Angst, Rough Sex, Degradation, Praise, Mostly Nerdjo, Getting Caught, An array of pet names, Amateur Nerdjo, The Gojo Twins both want you

Satoru - Nerdjo

Toru - Fratjo

Toru, your boyfriend of a few months, hadn’t shown up again.

It wasn’t unusual, of course not. Between his frat brothers, low grades, and his medium wage job, he rarely had time for you.

But he promised. You could hear him now, dripping over your naked body and your legs pinned over his shoulders, “I’ll treat you right, baby.” He’d say, “Come out with me, my treat.”

The way he’d thrust into you would send you into an early grave happily. His hips harsh against your plump ass.

But he didn’t show up. You’d been waiting here for thirty minutes. No matter how good the sex was, you couldn’t stand to be treated like this.

You got up with a huff, pulling down your ridiculously tight dress and heading off into the night, a few dollar bills left on the table as your presence’s proof.

Your heels clicked against the pavement, the little noise expressing your rage. Passerby’s looked you over, glancing at your ugly scowl. You knew exactly where you were going.

Toru's house. Not to see him, but to see his twin.

Satoru

The lanky, snow-white haired, pierced male had a twin. You were surprised you hadn’t connected the dots before, honestly, but you could be a little dumb sometimes.

He was tall too, skinny and white-haired just like his brother. But he had glasses, some acne littering his face, and hopefully, a heart.

You’d see him around school sometimes, always hunched over like he was carrying the world on his shoulders and his textbooks in his hands. He looked pathetic.

So you’re surprised at how mean he really his.

Behind thick rims and glass, his brows pinched and he looked at you with electric blue eyes you’re used to seeing in someone else.

“You can take it, fucking slut, got bored of my brother? Had to come to me?” He whispered dirty words in to your ear, breath caressing your lobes hotly. “Don’t you worry baby, Satoru's gonna treat you gooood.”

His pink tip pounded past your tight walls, making you squirm with every ungodly thrust. He fucked like Toru talked. Mean.

Satoru was less of a nerd and more of a bully with the way his hips slapped against your ass, balls beating you so hard you’re surprised you haven’t started bruising.

“Pretty thing, even prettier pussy— fuck— huh, sweet girl?”

Drool dropped past his mouth, pink lips shinning with his saliva. Satoru was messy and dirty and disgusting. And you loved it.

“Mmph— please, please! Satoru hah!” You muttered before his mouth slapped onto yours. His tongue grazed yours as his teeth tugged on your pink muscle.

“Shut up— shut up!” Satoru's eyes clenched shut, relishing in the feeling of your cervix tapping against his tip. His hands clutched at the fat of your thigh, pinching you like he was punishing you.

He lifted your legs to fall over his shoulders, caging him against your body as your heels dripped into his toned back.

How he was so muscular, you didn’t know. Judging by his intense collection of digimon, silly anime poster strung on his walls with tape, and the piles of homework he was doing before you interrupted him, Satoru shouldn’t have time to go to the gym.

But he did. And if he had time for that, maybe he’d have time for you.

You clutched at the sheets beneath you, feeling your orgasm slowly build up the more Satoru moved. His hand went down to rub at your perky bud feverishly.

“Haaah!— Sat—!” You could barely speak, your voice coming out in gentle huffs and loud whimpers. Satoru was animalistic and desperate to make you cum.

“Cum. C’mon, baby, show me whatcha— nghh, slut— whatcha got!” He smirked agaisnt your neck, littering you with his claim as if his brother wasn’t your boyfriend.

“He wasn’t cutting it for ya, baby. But I am— hah!— I am… aren’t I?” His sentences became sloppy. His structured insults and deep, guttural groans falling beneath the weight of pleasure.

Your hips snapped up when you came, making Satoru's tip hit that spongy spot in your cunt. His fingers worked wonders on your clit, and swore you could feel him shoot dirty white ropes of cum into you.

Maybe you should’ve gotten a condom.

Satoru's voice went high against your throat, the rumble vibrating your neck and making you squirm even more.

He chuckled, basking in the afterglow as he slowly lowered himself to lay next to you. A soft kiss to your collar bone the only thing in his wake.

“You’re… mean.” You address Satoru. He glances over with a soft nod, glasses fogged against his nose. “Sorry, I— uh— don’t have a lot of experience. Thought you’d like it.”

You smiled. “I did.”

You both laid in silence, hands brushing together with every breath. He certainly wasn’t Toru, but you didn’t mind. You love to explore.

Your eyes drooped, cum still spilling out between your legs but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered was Satoru.

Well, until Toru busted the door open.

“What the fuck?!”

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