nerdjo, who works as the TA in your chemistry class, and due to your lackluster performance so far in the semester, he gets assigned as your tutor. He's a total nerd whose interests fall outside the typical college student's. Despite that, you still find him to be so cute. He's a little shy and on the quieter side, and his confidence mostly comes through when he's teaching."
nerdjo, who always comes to class early and helps set up labs before the students flock in, is dressed in a sharp white lab coat that pairs well with his shaggy white hair. He always wears his framed glasses, which he constantly has to push up because his head is shoved in some book that you wouldn't even know where to begin to understand.
nerdjo, who didn't even realize that you were no longer listening to his explanation on today's lecture and instead was fantasizing about fucking him in the middle of the dimly lit library that you were studying in. Chemistry was long gone from your mind, and all you could think about was how you desperately craved to see how he’d look as he struggled not cum inside of you.
nerdjo, who only realizes your mind is elsewhere when he glances into your eyes and can tell you didn’t retain a single word he said for the past 20 minutes...at least. He instead notices you're looking at him in a way he can't recall any girl has looked at him before, you were practically staring into his soul with your lust-filled eyes.
nerdjo, who knows it's wrong because he’s your TA but can't help but shamelessly take a glance down at your very low-cut top that pushes the soft skin of your chest together and makes it appear as if you're spilling out of it. He nearly wants to drool at how soft they look under the confines of the fabric and how they would probably fill his hands as he takes your nipples into his—
You caught his wandering eyes shamelessly traveling down your body before quickly lowering his gaze to the book in front of him. You could see his blood rush to his cheeks and create a rosy blush that exposed his embarrassment. His shyness only turned you on even more. Just thinking of being able to ruin your nerdy TA’s innocence made the space between your thighs grow even more wet.
nerdjo, who was now feeling the consequences of his perverted actions and could feel himself growing hard under the table. To try and distract himself, he started rambling on about the lecture again, this time stumbling on his words a concerning amount of times over topics you know he would be able to teach in sleep.
nerdjo, who knew the feelings flooding his body were so wrong. He shouldn't be getting so aroused around one of his students, He shouldn't be noticing how pretty she is, and he really shouldn't be wondering if the color of the bra strap peeking out the side of her top matches her panties! But as much as he tried he just couldn't force the thoughts out of his mind. The once-cold library felt so much warmer, and the space between your chairs didn't feel like enough.
“are you feeling okay? You seem kind of hot,” you asked, playing concerned. You took the opportunity to put your hand on his thigh, causing his leg to almost twitch immediately.
“oh-no m-me? I’m fine!" he stumbles on his words, and your hand continues to brush back and forward his pants, each time subtly getting a little too close to where you shouldn't.
nerdjo, who nearly jumps at the feeling of your getting close to his inner thigh and tries his best to play it off as if you’re not almost massaging his soon-to-be raging bulge in the middle of this empty library right now.
He nervously pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he feels your hand get closer and closer to a place no girl had touched before. He was at a loss for words, barely able to bring himself to protest your actions as his brain was slowly turning to mush the more he felt your touch.
“but you don’t look fine,” you say, feigning worry. You take his cheek in your palm and turn his flustered-horny face to make eye contact with your lust-filled ones.
“I think I know just how to help you though,” you say as you finally move your other hand right on his crotch and begin to massage his painfully hard dick through his pants. He audibly gasps in surprise at your forwardness and can't stop the immediate sigh of pleasure that escapes his lips.
"f-fuck this is so wrong- i-i'm your TA we can't-." He tries to remind you while clearly fighting to hold back his moan and making no actual move to stop your hand.
"But it feels good, doesn't it? you like the way I touch you? You ask while dipping your hand below the waistband of his pants, making the only barrier between you his boxers as you apply even more pressure to his aching cock. You could feel the pre-cum surrounding his tip, already wetting your hand through the fabric. Your voice was so sweet to his ears, paired with the feeling of your hand; it was all too much for him, and he could no longer continue his pathetic fight against you. All he could do was shamelessly nod through his moans.
"You've been such a good boy helping me... It's time you let me help you."
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The once quiet library was now filled with the obscene sounds of gojo's plunging his cock in and out of your poor sopping-wet pussy without holding back in the slightest.
You were the least bit prepared for your nerdy TA's to have so much length and thickness hidden beneath his pants. He was giving you the biggest stretch of your life as he fucked you on the library table with no mercy. It's like his hips had a mind of their own as soon as he sunk into the warmness of your core. And it didn't help that your tight walls were sucking him back in with every stroke, accompanied by squelching sounds of your pussy, driving him even more crazy.
""f-fuckk omggg, this feels so good," he whined as he tilted his head back with his eyes practically glued shut. He couldn't bear to look at you as he felt like he would explode any minute if he made eye contact with you while you were in such an unholy position.
"cmon baby, look at me, look at all the mess you made," you beg him as a loud moan escapes your lips. His dick was hitting places you didn't even know could be reached, and even though there was a slight pain that came with his thickness you found it to be pleasurable.
It made you crave to feel every inch of him inside you, so you lifted your leg onto the table, making his hips press closer into you and giving him a new angle that had him nearly about to shed a tear. He slows down his pace, barely being able to handle the feeling of his fat tip kissing your cervix over and over again. (you couldn't really blame him, it was his first time getting his dick wet.)
"I'm so sorry baby omg m'sorry- if I look I won't last!" he whined apologetically. This position had him stars and the only way to stop himself from filling you up was to try to slow down. He gave you slow but deep strokes that had you feeling every vein of his cock throbbing inside you. He was trying his best not to come quick so he could enjoy the feeling of your pussy longer, he was already so attached. He reached in front of you and took a handful of your chest, squeezing the soft skin of your breast before gently toying with your nipples.
As good as it felt you weren't having any of it. "mm-but don't you want to come inside me?" your question forces his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, a girl as pretty as you were going to let him cum inside??
"ahh- god, I must dreaming right now." he babbled as his brows scrunched together. 'Such a nerd,' you thought to yourself. Gojo was trying his best not to focus too hard on the feeling of you sucking him in so he could avoid embarrassing himself by cumming on the spot. His movements became more sloppy, which let you know he couldn't hold on for much longer.
"Its not a dream baby- please I need you to fill me up!" you moan out feeling his dick contnously brush against your spot. "I need it all inside me please." you begged while looking into his glossy eyes.
That was his last straw. Without even thinking if you could physically handle it, he quickened his pace, and you nearly choked in surprise at how fast he was fucking you. The library was filled with your sultry sounds harmonizing together. His feverish eyes gazed into yours with desperation. you knew he was close and so were you.
"oh my godd m'cummingg" you cried out to him. your cunt pulsated around his cock, liquid streams gushing out, splashing onto his lower abs and thighs. Your body trembles as your orgasm continues, and he continues to fuck you through it and chase his own. The sight of your orgasm only pushes Gojo completely over the edge.
"baby I'm gonna cumm- baby please, please." he didn't even know what he was begging for at this point. His mind was so far gone that all he could think about was coming inside of you. "It's okay baby let go-"
You could feel his strokes get more and more sloppy and his thighs tremble, his pretty blue eyes rolled back as he finally emptied his aching cum-filled balls into your pussy. You couldn't help but moan as you felt the warmth fill you up. There was so much cum spilling out that it overflowed from within you and traveled down between your legs.
Your bodies succumb to the exhaustion and collapse together on the table. "This must be what heaven feels like," he says breathlessly with only feelings of euphoria running through his brain.
a/n: ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN (first req everybody party) (update: everybody mourn the moving of houses aka blogs. i hope this anon can still find this 💔)
YOU GET ME SO HIGH
warnings: gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!gojo, vibrating dildos, edging (kinda), brat gojo, begging, mentions of biting, spanking, and overstim
whenever satoru is a brat, it's typically on purpose. though, he'll tell you different after you call him out for his bullshit. like tonight, when he began getting a little too touchy with utahime during the visit from the kyoto school. he gets high off of pushing your buttons, and you both know it. there's just something so enticing to him about being this tall, strong, amazing sorcerer that gets punished by his partner.
gojo loves your attention. he loves when you fuck him hard, bite him, spank him, overstimulate him for hours. what he didn’t love, was when you decided to give him a real punishment and ignore him.
"y/nnnnn~!!" he whined yet again, pouting as you still refused to give him a glance with those pretty eyes of yours. you had put him on a vibrating dildo attached to the ground, his arms and chest decorated with red ropes, before turning on the tv and deciding to catch up on one of your shows that got a new season.
"gojo, honey, can you be a little quieter? i can barely hear." you requested casually, waving your hand vaguely in his direction with your eyes glued to the tv like it was the most interesting thing you had ever seen. he could've sworn you didn’t even like this show.
the sorcerer refuses to abide to your demand and whimpers loudly, his hips weakly riding the silicone dick in his ass. his knees hurt. his knees hurt, and his ass was sore, and his dick was throbbing, and you still weren't looking at him! he could break free from the ropes if he wanted to, but that felt like cheating. plus, he knew you would be even more unhappy with him if he broke through your punishment for him.
"you know i'm sorry~." he tried to reason with you. despite his near-constant begging, you hadn't budged for the last hour. letting him sit there and be forced to roll his hips against the steady vibrations, you were giving satoru a real punishment for once. one that didn’t end in him begging for more and never really learning his lesson.
his arms, tied tightly behind his back by your skillful hands, clenched in exasperation when you didn’t respond to him.
"y/n? please? don’t you love me?" he begged again, purposely making his voice sound more sad to pull at your heartstrings. gojo nearly leapt up in triumph when he saw you stand up from the couch with a sigh.
you walked over to him, kneeling in front of him and moving your hands onto his quivering hips. "i do love you. not when you're all up on the kyoto women though." satoru wilted again at your words, squirming into your hands in hopes that you'd lift him from the dildo.
"i know, i know, i'm sorry. i only wanted your attention. promise." satoru responded miserably. he had such a natural charm to him that he knew all too well how to capitalize on. that's why he was sure he had won when he felt your hands lifting his ass up the dildo, halfway up the vibrating silicone. of course you forgave him! why wouldn't you? he was satoru gojo after all--a ladies man!
then, all his hope was shattered when you pulled his hips back down onto his shaking thighs, impaling him back onto the fake cock. "ahhhh~, y/n, you're so mean to me!!"
"right back at you, sweetheart." you replied, a smug smirk on your face as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead, your hands rubbing his hips as you did. but then you did it again. lifting his hips up the dildo--this time until only the tip was breaching his red, raw entrance--you held him still for a moment, just watching him squirm to try and get off of it entirely before slamming him back down again so his ass was basically on the floor.
gojo cried out again, and what a sight that was. seeing the greatest sorcerer writhing and whining, sweaty and leaking pre-cum, begging for your mercy and attention, was like a drug.
even as his eyes fluttered open to look at you with a pleading gaze, drool dripping from his mouth as he nearly silently begged you, "please, my love~?" you both knew from the way his dick, angry and red, throbbed from your rough bouncing of his hips alone, that he loved this. his eyes met yours and you swore you saw a flicker of a smirk on his face. the silent treatment was painful, but this? he could keep doing this far longer now that your addicting hands were back on him.
another punishment teaching him nothing but more ways to adore your touch. he would never learn his lesson.
a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to request again if it wasn't your cup of tea :) soul tries not to get too excited over a message in her inbox challenge (level: impossible)
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free use!roommate!gojo who stops wearing underwear so that whenever you come home, frustrated from work and/or school, you can just pull his pants down and fuck him. sometimes, you go so hard for so long he’s left with tears in his eyes, begging you to “slow down” but you don’t. it’s best not to listen to him anyway, because the moment you do slow down, he turns into a whining mess.
“w-why’d you s-stop? i’m s’close” his shiny lips pouting as his hips grind up to force more friction.
you even let your friends join in when they come over, each one of you taking turns draining his cock until he’s left past out with a sore dick. of course, he doesn’t mind any of this! he likes making you happy and if letting your friends use his cock puts a smile on your face, he’s more than happy to offer himself to them.
he’s squirming on your lap before you even tell him to stay still, hips twitching, cock hard and leaking against your thigh. his blindfold hides those mischievous eyes, but you can feel the fire of him trying to fight it—the part of him that doesn’t want to admit how much he needs you.
“gojo,” you murmur, dragging a finger down his chest, over his nipples, making him shiver, “stay still. you’re not allowed to move unless i say so.”
“wha—y-you’re cruel,” he whines, voice high and breathless. his hands push against your sides, trying to shift, squirm, anything to get friction that doesn’t belong to you.
you just smile, soft and patient, and hold him down with a knee against his hip. “i’m not cruel, baby. i’m being careful. you’re going to like it if you just let me take care of you.”
he groans, half-protesting, half-moan, thighs trembling. his cock leaks more onto your lap, sticky and warm, and every twitch makes your fingers itch to trace his slick, to tease him even more.
“stop squirming,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss the side of his neck, teeth grazing lightly. “you’re so needy already. look at you, whining like a little baby and dripping for me.”
“i-it’s not fair!” he gasps, back arching instinctively. “fuck, it’s too much, you’re… you’re—”
“too much for who?” you coo, hand gliding over the hard length of him through his shorts. “for me? or for you?”
his voice cracks, whining, “f-fuck, y-you—i’m gonna—”
“no, baby,” you murmur, cupping his jaw, tilting his head so your lips brush over his, “not yet. not until i say. stay full for me.”
he groans, face flushing, and his hands finally settle—helpless—on your thighs. every twitch, every little jerk of his hips presses him harder into your lap. you can feel him trying to come, trying to fight, but your hand at his chest, stroking slow circles over his nipples, keeps him right on the edge, whining like he’s being undone.
“look at you,” you murmur, voice soft, almost like a lullaby. “cock leaking, trembling… so pathetic for me already. you like being controlled, don’t you?”
“n-no, i-i—” he whines, words breaking into moans, “y-yes—fuck, y-you’re gonna—”
“shh,” you hush him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. your other hand drags lightly down his stomach, brushing over his hard length, feeling him twitch under your touch. “stay warm for me, stay full, stay mine.”
he’s shivering now, hips jerking despite himself, whining and gasping, face hot and red, and every time you slide your fingers over him, flicking the tip just slightly, his entire body convulses.
“gojo…” you murmur against his ear, “you sound so pretty when you’re whining. don’t fight it. let me hear it all.”
he tries, his mouth opening, but it’s all breathless little noises—half-protests, half-moan, little squeaks you know he thinks he’s hiding. “f-fuck, baby, it’s—too much… i can’t—”
“yes, you can,” you whisper, stroking him through it. “you can take it, my baby. i’m right here. stay full, stay trembling, and don’t even think about coming without permission.”
he groans, whines, arches his back off your lap, and you tighten your grip on his hips, pressing him flush against you. every tug and tease sends another shiver through him, and his breath comes in short, broken pants.
“i-it hurts!” he whines, body stiff, voice cracking. “it feels—too good—i can’t—”
“i know,” you murmur, dragging your nails lightly down his side. “that’s why you’re whining. that’s why you’re mine. look at you—cock hard, leaking, shaking like a little baby.”
he’s going dumb now, face buried in your chest, every moan muffled, trembling all over. his hips jerk reflexively, but your hand keeps him exactly where you want, teasing the head, running slick down his shaft, keeping him on the brink.
“so good for me, baby,” you coo, kissing the crown of his head, brushing a hand through his hair. “you’re such a perfect little whiner. all heat and trembling, leaking for me, cock stuffed and helpless…”
he whimpers loudly now, finally letting go of all pretense, the stoic, cocky gojo completely gone. his body shakes, drooling, leaking, and every breath is little bursts of desperation and need.
“please—please—i can’t hold—” he gasps, but you shush him softly, humming against his skin. “not yet, baby. stay full. you’re mine, and i say when you come.”
his hands curl into your thighs, nails digging in, hips bucking instinctively, but he’s dumb now—shaky, helpless, completely undone under your gentle, relentless control.
his arms are wrapped around you so tight, it’s like he thinks you’re going to slip away if he lets go for even a second. satoru’s long body curls around yours, legs tangling, nose buried against the side of your throat where he won’t shut up—little sighs, whines, half-muffled please’s that make your skin warm. you’ve got him seated on your cock, snug and stretched, every inch of him filled up, and he’s losing his mind just staying still.
“don’t make me,” he groans, rocking his hips the tiniest bit, like maybe if he’s subtle enough you won’t notice. “baby, i can’t—feels so good, please, lemme move.”
you stroke his back slow, soothing, and he melts under your touch even as he kicks his feet a little in frustration. “hush. you can take it. that’s all i want right now, satoru. just you, sitting pretty and warm for me.”
he shivers, biting down on a sound that still slips out anyway. his fingers fist in your shirt, knuckles white, nails digging just enough to remind you he’s trembling on the edge. he’s not used to being denied—he’s used to moving how he wants, overwhelming you with his stamina and energy. being kept still like this makes him twitchy, makes his chest rise and fall fast, makes his cock leak against his stomach in hot, messy drops.
“you’re cruel,” he mumbles against your throat, though there’s no venom in it. it’s all breathy and ruined, like he’s half-sobbing. “you know i can’t behave, ‘m too needy. please, baby, i’ll be so good if you just let me—”
but you just hush him again, cupping his jaw and tilting his head back so you can see his face. he’s flushed, lashes damp, his mouth pouting open. he looks like a mess already, like he’s been edged for hours instead of minutes. you can feel him clenching around you, little spasms every time you whisper praise into his ear.
“look at you. so full. keeping me nice and warm. my perfect boy.”
the words make him shake harder, a broken little whine tearing out of his throat. his hips buck instinctively, but you pin him down with just a hand on his waist, firm and steady. he’s not going anywhere.
“stop—fuck, i can’t,” he gasps, head dropping onto your shoulder. “you’re gonna kill me, i can’t just sit here. i need it, i need you to—”
you kiss his temple, soft and patient, letting him squirm without giving him what he wants. “you need what i give you. and right now, i want you to wait.”
his whole body tenses at that, thighs trembling where they’re spread over yours. you can feel his cock leaking constantly, messy against both of you, and he chokes on a sob when he realizes you’re serious. he’s not cumming until you say so.
“please,” he whimpers, voice cracking, and your heart twists at how wrecked he sounds. “please, don’t make me wait. ‘m your good boy, i swear. let me move, let me cum—just once, baby, please.”
but you just stroke his hair, keep him pinned down, and feel every desperate shiver run through him as he clings tighter, burying his face in your neck like if he hides there maybe you’ll give in.
he’s needy, touch-starved, trembling everywhere. and he’s not going anywhere until you decide he’s earned it.
you’ve been seated on his cock for so long that you can feel the way it twitches with every beat of his pulse, swollen and aching inside you, begging for friction. and gojo—cocky, smug, untouchable gojo—is reduced to this: a trembling mess who can’t stop pawing at you, mouthing at your collarbone like a man desperate for water.
“please,” he breathes, his voice cracking, “please just a little, baby, i’ll be so good, promise.”
your hand strokes slowly through his hair, smoothing down messy strands as if you’re calming a child. “mm, you said that last time. and what happened?”
his whole body jerks, because he remembers—he begged and cried and still came without permission, ruining himself all over your thighs. he groans into your neck, muffling the sound, but his hips still twitch helplessly under you.
you clench around him deliberately, and his grip on you tightens like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “fuck, fuck, don’t do that,” he gasps, eyes squeezing shut.
“don’t do what?” you ask, voice soft, teasing, almost cruel in its gentleness.
he shakes his head, panting, unable to answer, because everything is too much. the warmth of you around him, the way you don’t move, the way your body holds him still. he’s unraveling thread by thread, and all you’ve done is sit pretty and let him suffer in your arms.
his hands slide down your back, clutching at your hips, and you catch them before he can lift you. “no moving,” you murmur, pressing them flat against your stomach so he can feel where he sits inside you. “you stay right here, okay? nice and full. i like you like this.”
gojo shudders, moans, his breath hot against your skin. “i can’t,” he whines, the pitch of his voice higher than usual, fragile. “it’s too much.”
you tilt his chin up so you can look at him, at the tear-bright shimmer in his eyes, the flushed desperation painting his face. “you can. you will. my pretty boy can take it.”
the praise makes his lips part on a broken sound, his hips bucking once before you squeeze his face gently to still him. he nods frantically, messy strands of hair falling into his eyes, his whole body trembling against yours as if agreeing is the only thing keeping him together.
“that’s it,” you whisper, rocking your body just enough to make him sob, “just let me hold you like this. let me make you feel good by not letting you have it yet. you need to learn patience, baby.”
gojo clings tighter, burying his face against your throat, his body so hot it feels feverish. every little whimper is muffled into your skin, every plea cut off by his own need to hide his face.
and all the while, his cock throbs inside you, leaking, twitching, caught in that endless torment of being right there—so close, so warm, so unbearably good—without relief. he’s drowning in it, in you, in the way you keep him.
he doesn’t realize he’s drooling until you tilt his head back again, thumb swiping along the corner of his lips. “look at you,” you hum, eyes tender even as your tone carries that lilt of command, “my strongest sorcerer, falling apart just from being kept warm. i should keep you like this all night.”
the thought alone makes him whimper brokenly, and when you kiss the corner of his mouth, he melts completely, a needy, touch-starved mess.
xxxxx
his whines break into something sharper, hips twitching up when they’re not supposed to. your eyes snap open and you catch the flush running high across his cheeks, sweat beading his temple, his whole body trembling like he’s holding on by a thread. and then—oh no—he gasps, that high-pitched, needy sound, and you feel it, hot and sticky spreading inside you before he even realizes what he’s done.
“satoru.” your voice is low, warning.
he freezes instantly, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. wide blue eyes blink at you, pupils blown, lips parted as his chest rises and falls like he’s just run a marathon. he’s still sheathed so deep inside, twitching, pulsing, giving him away even though he desperately shakes his head.
“i—I didn’t mean to—” he stammers, words tumbling out fast, a panicked whine threading through every syllable. “it just—fuck, it felt s’good, you were so warm, i couldn’t—couldn’t hold it—”
your fingers curl tighter in his messy hair, tugging his head back so he has to look up at you. his breath hitches, throat bobbing as he swallows hard.
“you broke the rule,” you murmur, slow and deliberate, and the way his lashes flutter at the tone makes your lips twitch despite yourself.
“n-no, i didn’t—well, i…” he’s already falling apart, excuses collapsing before they can even form. “i tried! i really tried! ‘m sorry, baby, please don’t—don’t be mad—”
his hands clutch at you, restless, one gripping your waist like you’ll disappear if he lets go, the other dragging up to press against your chest as though he can anchor himself there. he’s still moving, not his hips, but little shifts, little clenching spasms that make you oh-so-aware of just how badly he lost control.
you tilt his chin up, and his lower lip trembles. he looks ruined, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, pupils blown out, desperate to please but already so far gone he’s choking on his own apology.
“what am i going to do with you, hm?”
his breath catches again, tears shining at the corners of his eyes. “anything. you can—anything you want, just—don’t stop touching me, please—”
needy little baby. and he knows it.
⟡ made by @flxttershyz , please do not copy or repost without consent!!⟡
cw. sub!gojo, dom!gn!reader, slapping (m receiving), sloppy angry makeouts, toxic enemies with benefits thing, angry/hate sex
gojo who loves to piss you off — to see the way your eyebrow twitches in annoyance, the way you inhale slowly when he says something that you don't like, the way your lips curl up into an angry pout to stop yourself from yelling at him.
gojo who wants to see you angry, so he tries and tries to aggravate you at any point he can. he knows you hate him, he hates you back all the same, but he doesn't know that you think about kissing his stupid face whenever he's getting in your space. he doesn't know that when you're trying not to get angry, you're actually trying to not fuck his silly brains out too.
gojo who loves it when you finally snap. "you're pissing me off," you told him. he doesn't care. gojo only encourages it. a wide smirk and a quirk of his eyebrow, he tells you to use your anger. he tells you to hit him.
gojo who feels nothing but heat when you swing your hand and slap him around the face. palm to cheek, his head swivels and his eyes widen. he freezes, struggling to comprehend what he's feeling right now. heat, lust, arousal — all from your hand.
gojo who lets you pull him in for a rough, sloppy kiss not even seconds after slapping him. his cheek stings, but so do his lips when yours crash onto his. your fingers tight around his jaw, your hot tongue sliding into his mouth and fighting with his. he can do nothing but feel as your hand finds his hair, tugging at it and making him groan into your mouth.
gojo who had the best hate sex of his life that night. you broke him down, piece by piece, only to build him back up into something that he never thought he could be. your toy. sure, he was left with bruises and scratches but he looks at them fondly days after your angry one night stand.
gojo who feels that same heat whenever he makes a snarky comment in your direction, and your face tells him that you're angry, but your eyes tell him you feel that heat too.
Bully!Gojo who finds out about you in your last year of high school, one of his “friends” (lackeys as Suguru calls them) makes a dirty comment about your high ponytail when you walk past.
Bully!Gojo who thinks you’re decent, not groundbreakingly beautiful but not bad to look at. He decides that the basic uniform consisting of white button up shirt, dark grey blazer and a matching dark grey skirt looks particularly appealing on you in comparison to the other girls at school.
Bully!Gojo who strikes up conversation with you at lunch, sitting with you and your best friend. Invading your personal space and cutting your friend off everytime she speaks.
Bully!Gojo who is growing a little frustrated at your lack of interest, masking it well with his usual smug and mocking smile. You’re evading his questions and he finds that sour face that you make whenever you see him displeasing and offensive.
Bully!Gojo who you would’ve probably been interested in if your personal life wasn’t so tumultuous and your work life wasn’t so demanding outside of school. He doesn’t realise that it’s not that you don’t want him specifically, you don’t want anyone.
Bully!Gojo who turns nasty. Rumours emerge flowing throughout the school within a day, no one credits the source but it’s more than likely Gojo said it, only he has that reach.
Bully!Gojo who has no problem putting his hands on a woman, he slaps girl all the time when they’re fucking. He doesn’t see the problem with slapping a girl outside of sex. His lackeys push you around first but when you show a lack of reaction, he takes the reins.
Bully!Gojo who becomes confused when you snap at him, shoving him with an impressive force. Never seeing you fight back against him before. Your aggressive shove and snarling expression catches him off guard and the sudden desire to ask you to do it again arises. He finds it weirdly thrilling.
Bully!Gojo who becomes insufferable, no longer wanting to hurt you because he was offended you were non-verbally rejecting him but now wanting to see that side of you again. Wanting you to try putting him in his place.
Bully!Gojo who snatches your phone during lunch break with the intention of pushing you but instead it backfires. Crystal blue orbs widen in fury as he sees what’s on your screen. To you it’s a simple post of a cute guy, borderline a generic thirst trap but to him it shows your type. Your type that’s not him. Brown eyes, dark brown hair and dimpled cheeks stare back at him from the screen reflecting something that looks nothing like him. Your phone is left in pieces after that.
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I think I might elaborate on the sub! Aspect more in a part two. hopefully some people find this decent. the part two will more than likely be NSFW hope you enjoyed.
Hello first timer here , What do you think it would be like to be a shut in reader and for some reason Yand Gojo has fallen in love with you. When I say shut in, I am talking full Hikikimori though they still keep their place neat
DUDE THIS IS SO FUNNY CUZ I WANTED TO DO A SHUT IN READER. … omg… LOVE U this is me irl
Normal Yan stuff :p nsfw bits satoru is subby as usual
Sorry this is short <3 I hope this will suffice
Yan! Gojo who whines everytime you spend the whole day away inside! He wants to go out and do things and have fun! He wants to go to the arcade and to the mall!
Yan! Gojo who assumes you don’t love him because you don’t wanna go out and do things with him. He’s genuinely not even trying to be manipulative it’s straight up how he thinks.
Like yes you can tell him it’s just how you are and he does understand but… his brain will just keep telling him you stopped loving him cause you won’t do the things he wants to do.
Yan! Gojo who likes to cuddle you on the couch while watching movies! :3
Yan! Gojo who realizes you don’t like making a scene in public when you argue so he purposefully cries really loud to make you seem like the bad guy. So you just end up doing whatever he wants.
Yan! Gojo who acts naughty in public despite knowing how much you hate it! Maybe you should punish him!
Yan! Gojo who thinks you’re being shy when he touches you in public. Or thinks you’re being jealous when he acts naughty in public. His assumption is never that you’re uncomfortable, because why would you be?
Yan! Gojo likes spending time with you inside of course but while dating him, it’s the most outside you’ve ever been cause he isn’t taking no for an answer!
Yan! Gojo who thinks you should go outside more! It’s not healthy! You need more sun! You need more socializing! You need to fuck him in public!
Yan! Gojo generally doesn’t care tho, so long as your willing to leave the house when he wants to
CW; smut and fluff🤭, dom!reader, sub!satoru, oral(m & f)(very messy), cum eating, light dumbification, praise/nicknames (good boy, baby, pet, etc), reader is a tease, needy!satoru, face sitting/fucking(?), nipple play, maybe more🤷♀️
Wc: 1.9k
A/n: I was too lazy to actually write a background, so let’s pretend I wrote they’re in an established relationship and this is their first time together🫶.
“How bad do you want it.” He stared at you, a small furrow in his brows. He was so used to people begging to fuck him. never being in this position before, he just bucked his hips into your hand.
You pulled away and laughed at him, making satoru pout more. “Do you not have a voice?” he stared in disbelief, did you really want him to beg?
“What?” His voice came out strained, eyes widening when you laughed again, only making him more annoyed. You began to kiss him, slower this time and gently pushed him onto the bed to lay down. You caressed his face, treating him like porcelain glass and it was then satoru realized the change in pace. “What happened? Why aren't you-” he was cut off by a small peck and as he went to chase your lips, you pushed him back down.
You sat up in his lap straddling him, still touching him gently but never initiating more. Although it felt nice to be touched in such a loving way, he was growing more frustrated and it was only after you began to feel him rock his hips up into you did you finally speak, But not before sitting up enough on your knees so that he couldn’t get off. “If you don’t want to beg, that's fine. We just won't continue.” satorus’ jaw dropped, “But-” you began to caress him again. “I'm sorry baby, not until you beg.” you cooed at the boy, mocking his sadness.
He let out a sigh, “please, need you so bad. It hurts baby, you’re the only one that can fix it, only you.” the neediness in his voice could make you cum alone. He squirmed under you, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and bit his lip gently, anticipating your response. “Good job baby, was that so hard?” he shook his head while you lowered your hips back onto him and gently rocked.
“Such a good boy, help me take off your shirt.” he sat up and did as he was told, just wanting to feel you as soon as possible. He laid back down and you began to kiss his chest and neck while rolling your hips harder causing him to let out a choked gasp, “please go faster, touch me more, please.!” His voice was breathy. “You want me to touch you? where baby?” your voice was sweet and calming, feeling more comfortable as you continued. “Everywhere! My cock is aching and hurts and-” he let out a sob as your tongue licked his nipple, “so g-ood!”
You wrapped your lips around his pert nipple, using your hand for the other one. The feeling of your warm wet tongue playing with one nipple and your fingers pinching and flicking the other made a steady flow of whimpers escape him. “Does that feel good?” satoru nodded, too busy focusing on the pleasure to understand what you said. You pulled away causing his head to shoot up, a complaint on the tip of his tongue quickly shut up when he noticed you stripping off your clothes. Only once you were left in panties did you start pulling off his, leaving him in boxers that were way too tight for his erection. You palmed him through his pants, watching him respond to even the tiniest of touches, “my baby is so sensitive isn’t he?”
satoru responded with a tiny ‘yes’, ready to bust at any moment. You leaned into his ear, breathing lightly which made his shudder. “How bad do you want my pussy?” you smiled at the boy tauntingly. Without hesitation, he answered “so bad! W-ant it so bad, please… use me.” his breathing was uneven, hiccuping his words and his hips twitched, desperate for some type of stimulus. You kissed his cheek “anything for you..” you pulled off his boxers and straddled him once again. His cock was a pretty shade, not fully shaved but cleaned up, precum leaked from his tip and drooled onto his stomach in a pretty pool of white. The tip was red and angry, twitching as he watched you take him in. you wrapped your lips around the pretty head of his cock. satoru gasped, the warmness of your mouth and tongue too much to handle in his current state.
“C-can’t, gon-na cum..” you ignored him, sucking him more and letting your tongue massage his tip, his hands gripping the sheets till his knuckles ached. satoru felt his eyes cross, nearly seeing stars from the feeling.
You were so messy, saliva and precum leaking from your mouth, down your chin, the room filling with sounds of gagging. Satoru covered his mouth, he felt embarrassed by the noises he made, but quickly stopped caring once he felt your hand collect the messy substance and use it to massage his balls. He let out a choked sob, blue eyes watering with admiration, “so fu-cking good, t-thank you!”
You hummed, enjoying the fucked out state he was reaching. His sensitivity increased with the more attention you gave him, noticing his toes curling when you occupied both hands with him. “nngh- slow down! C-lose..” he was trying to hold off but you were determined, his confession only making you take him down your throat and swallow.
The constriction and warmth brought him to the edge, but as he looked down and into your eyes he felt the pressure that had been building up finally snap. You looked like a dream, staring up at him as your lips wrapped around him perfectly, the look in your eye was dangerous, like you needed him to cum in your mouth before continuing. He came hard letting his eyes squeeze shut as his hips stuttered upwards to fuck your mouth softly. It took him a second to breathe and re-open his eyes, noticing you on top of him again, lining up his spent cock to your entrance.
“ w-wait, just let me-” you shoved your hips down, engulfing him into yourself raw. satoru let out a yelp, the feeling of overstimulation strong, “fuck! please.” He begged, more to himself to not cum prematurely. “satoru, you feel so good inside me, my personal fuck toy.”
he fucked into you, angling his hips to continuosly hit the perfect spot making you dizzy. “Let me fuck you, i promise ll’ feel s’ good” satoru words were slurred, making you clench around him more. You nodded, letting out a shakey whimper when satoru flipped you over and laid you down, he pulled you to the end of the mattress before pushing back into you “doing so well, my love. fill me up.”
His thrusts were hard and angled, loving the faces you made while he rubbed the spot that made your breathing stutter. Your hand reached between you and rubbed your swollen clit, gushing around his cock more. Your whimpers were perfection to him and only made him work to please you more as you rolled your hips to meet his. “You’re so wet, so perfect.” he moaned and felt familiar pressure build up again.
“You gonna cum, my pretty baby?” you voice was almost stable besides the added breathiness, satoru whimpered ‘yes’ trying his hardest to not cum before you. “Its okay baby, cum inside of me.” Your tone was soft and gentle. he couldn't stop himself, like he was under a trance, he came quick and hard, rutting into you while also leaning down to wrap his arms around you. Letting out short sobs, you rubbed his back, quietly whispering praises as he came down from his high, still rutting into you.
A moment went by of calming silence before you spoke, “you okay? Lay down and ill get you some water.” in a haze, he nodded barely processing your words until he felt you get up, he jumped to sit. “But, you didnt get to-” you smiled, “don't worry, ill be right back.” he grabbed your arm before you could leave the room, “sit on my face.” your eyebrows raised “please?”
you kissed his forehead, pushing his hair back “you need some rest satoru.” he shook his head, “no, i need you on my tongue, please.” you giggled at how upset he looked and after trying to leave again only for him to pull you back, you realized he was serious. “Okay, lay down.” the smile he wore was unreal. As you hovered over his face, you saw him lick his lips making you clench around nothing and roll your eyes.
He pulled your hips down making you gasp at how quick he latched onto your clit. Your hips moved on their own, looking for any sort of friction they could get and satoru eyes stayed on your face the whole time, not wanting to miss any second. “Youre so good, fuck” satoru ego inflated and he pushed your hips harder into him making you let out a silent scream and grab the headboard.
He was doing anything he could to make you cum, even letting out little hums on your clit for extra vibrations. His tongue entered your hole and you felt him start to slurp and swallow gently, eating his cum out of your swollen pussy, the sight was erotic and straight out a porno.
You reached down to grip his hair, using it as leverage as you humped his tongue, which he gladly let you do. His nose brushed your clit roughly as you rutted against his pretty face harder, you started to pant and lean back, resting your hand on the bed while practically fucking his face. “Pretty pet, letting me use his pretty f-face- ah!” satoru moaned, loving everything that was happening, the feeling of you pulling his hair was painfully perfect.
“Gonna cum all over your pretty mouth.” satoru suckled on your clit hard, your eyes rolled back as euphoric heat rose up your neck. Your jaw loosened with a silent cry while your thighs began to shake, cumming all over his tongue. satoru continued to eat you out, it was only after you pushed yourself off he stopped, but not without whining. “Im not done..” the statement was simple and without being able to react, he was back between your thighs and trying to clean you up. “m’ sensitive” you complained only to be ignored as the boy slurped up any and all of your juices, “just one more, please. Taste so good.”
Shoving his face back down, he used one arm to keep your thighs open and the other to finger you. The overstimulation morphed into pure pleasure but you couldn’t help but try to close your legs, satoru just huffed and slapped your inner thigh gently. “Stop getting cocky-!” you whined, having a hard time keeping your voice leveled. satoru chuckled and continued, nipping at your pussy, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make you gasp as shocks of pleasure ran up your spine.
It wasnt long until he had you shaking and using your feet to push his head closer as your orgasm washed over you. Finally pulling away, he smiled, his glossy chin and dazed eyes making your heart skip a beat. “Can we cuddle now?” he asked, using his shirt to wipe his face and then lay next to you. “ but i should get you water-” he shook his head and wrapped an arm around you. “That can wait, lets sleep.” you couldn’t argue, feeling a wave of tiredness run through you.
