loser nerdjo loves his bratty gf pt 2 !
it’s been a few weeks since the incident— where you took the bullying of your poor boyfriend nerd!gojo just a bit too far and ruined his important presentation. things had been better since then. you made sure to reign in your antics towards him (in public at least, you were still a little shit in private), and everything has been good.
well, that was until your university had a new transfer student, quarterback!toji had taken quite a liking to you. and you’d noticed how much your boyfriend would complain about him when it was just the two of you. it didn’t help that you two were still secretly dating— so to everyone else it seemed as if you were single.
now, the crux of the problem was the party you’d gone to last night, of course toji was there (which you had never told him, you just made sure your friends posted a few pictures with him in the frame so satoru would be sure to find out). and now he’s sulking and giving you the silent treatment!
“toruu…!” you nudged him from your position next to him on the sofa. “don’t tell me you’re jealous?” you coo, but anyone who knew you would be able to hear the teasing lilt in your voice.
“don’t start.” he said coldly, his eyes not leaving whatever show was on the tv from earlier that day.
rolling your eyes, you huffed. “c’mon!! i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i didn’t think it’d be that big a deal!”
“you knew exactly how ‘big a deal’ it’d be.” finally, his eyes darted towards you coldly. his body turning to you slightly as if whatever you said next would finally make up his mind on whatever had been brewing in there since you stumbled back in drunk last night.
“maybe… or maybe i finally wanted you to snap.” you grinned and leaned closer to him, like the cat who finally caught the fish.
his gaze hardens. and he leans into you too, face inches away from your own. you think he’s about to kiss you when he grabs your wrists from your lap and holds them behind you with one hand, the other reaching up to grab your jaw as his lips crash into yours.
“you wanted to be cute? think you’re funny?” his hisses against your mouth, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth. “i’ll show you funny— stand up.” he doesn’t even give you a chance to get up on your own before he drags you up. your arms still held behind you with his one hand as he walks you backwards from the living room into your bedroom, kissing you fervently the entire time.
“get on the bed.” he lets go of you and commands after he kicks the door shut behind him.
you do as he says, his voice doesn’t leave much room for argument. you sit at the edge of the bed and watch him as he rifles through the draws of your bedside table. finally pulling out the blindfold he sometimes uses to fall asleep when the room is too bright.
“hands.” you do as he says, not even trying to piss him off now, you think you might’ve pushed his buttons a bit too far. he grabs your wrists again and manhandles you to lie on the bed with your arms towards the headboard before tying them there.
you blink as you process what just happened. but he’s already all over you.
“is this what you wanted? couldn’t just be a good little girlfriend could you, just had to push me again.” he hisses against your ear.
you lift your hips and he tugs your sweats off instantly, goosebumps from the cold air rising on your legs. he wedges himself between your thighs and brings his fingers up to your panties— pushing them aside and dragging a finger up your slit to collect your juices already gushing out.
“fuuck… already this wet for me?” he grins up at you, “or is it for someone else?”
you shake your head and try to buck your hips up to chase his fingers, “no! just you— all you toru.” he starts to circle your clit quickly and suddenly, causing you to gasp and tug at the blindfold restraining you.
“you sure it’s all me? or do you want me to call that dumb oaf over to sort you out? you think he could make you cum as good as i do?”
“n-noo! only you can! fuck.. please don’t stop.” you mewl, kicking your legs out.
“don’t stop?…like this?” and as suddenly as it started, the pleasure stops again, causing you to whine out.
“stop complaining, you’ll get me soon enough, greedy girl.” he slaps your thigh lightly, before tugging his own sweats down low enough for his cock to spring out, hitting the faint happy trail that led up to his navel. fuck you hadn’t even noticed how hard he was. thick and red, precum dribbling down from the head to trace the underside of it.
“dirty girl..” he murmurs as he wipes off some of the spit that had escaped your lips— fuck had you really been drooling over it?
he pressed the fat head of his cock against your weeping slit, rubbing it up and down to tease you.
“toruu…! just put it in!” you cry out, pulling at the restraints again, it gets you nowhere.
“so impatient… is this why you’ve been throwing yourself all over that idiot? i haven’t been fucking you enough? you want it? beg for it.”
you huff at his demands, wrapping your legs around his hips to try and pull him in. the tip pushes in just for a second before he’s pressing down on your tummy to stop you.
“fuck— one more chance, pretty girl— or i’m leaving you here all night.” he hisses and you can just imagine it. he’s probably pissed off enough he’d actually do it. leave you here all alone and needy while he goes home and fists his cock to the thought of you still being tied up.
“oh pleease toru! need it so bad— jus’ you, only you! please fuck me— oh my god!” your jaw drops when he finally plunges inside you. straight to the hilt. he only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he’s pulling out and slamming back in— grinding his pelvis against your clit for a few seconds.
“yeaah, that’s more like it, you only listen when you’re not about to get what you want, is that it?” he leans down and nibbles the shell and lobes of your ear before finally setting a pace. normally (on the rare occasion you haven’t don’t anything to piss him off) he starts off slow and sweet before building up to an insane pace that has your toes curling and eyes rolling into your skull. but today it seems he doesn’t care about any of that.
he just wants to remind you who you belong to.
“fuck— yea, clench around me like that again, fuck you’re so tight baby. my cock not good enough for you? you trying to find someone else to stretch you out?”
“no! i o-only want you, so soso good to me! mm only want you!” your babbles barely reach his ears over the obscene squelching sound coming from between you. he grits his teeth and he throws your legs over his shoulders— you lock your ankles together behind his head and you whine at how much bigger he feels.
“don’t stop!” your whine has satoru’s brows furrowing together as he continues to fuck into your guts. leaning forward even more to the point that the backs of your thighs start to feel the burn.
“you think i was— haaah… planning on stopping? no-nono way. i’m not pulling out of this sweet cunt ever. need to.. hmm needa live in it. my naughty girl would want that, wouldn’t she? stuffed full all the time?” his words make your jaw drop, he never fails to get drunk on your pussy— no matter how mad he is at you.
“fuuuck, please! i need it, need it soo bad toru! fuck, im close.”
“you close? gonna gush all over my cock? yea? who’s cock?”
“hmmm that’s right, who’s fucking you like this?” he leans down and kisses you messily, mouthing would be a more accurate word for whatever he’s trying to do.
“you are! sa— satoru is!!”
you can tell he’s getting close too, his pace starts to falter and there’s sweat dripping off his jaw onto your tits. he swipes the bead off and shoves his fingers deep into your mouth, you choke and gag as spit bubbles up around his knuckles.
“fuck that’s it— gag on my fingers, im so close baby, gonna let me come inside you? fuck. gonna do it anyways, claim you the only way sluts like you know.”
oh fuck that’s it, your fists ball up in the restraints as you throw your head back, just in time for your orgasm to wash over you as your whole body tenses. he follows not long after at the feeling of you tightening around him and milking his cock. he continues fucking into you for a few moments to ride his orgasm out until he inevitable slows to a stop inside you. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes them on his leg, leaning in to kiss you despite the spit dribbling down your chin.
“i love you, you know that right?” he pants after pulling away.
“mm, i love you too toru, sorry for trying to piss you off.”
he laughs quietly, pressing his face into your neck and reaching up to free your wrists.
“we both know you’re not sorry, but thanks baby.”
✮⋆˙a/c : i highkey hate this, vie try to make a drabble challenge impossible
