getting close to gojo satoru was hard. like limitless was not only a technique but a way of living — of getting by. and you understand; having someone means having something to lose. being the strongest sorcerer alive means you have to be self sufficient, for the entire world’s sake.
but even though most would insist he is more god than human, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from falling into you. it’s the first time he feels okay relinquishing control, accepting unpredictability. he wonders, morosely, if this is what it feels like to be a regular teenager, even if he’s well into his 20s. to make dumb decisions like stay up late on the phone, to make out in the movies, to get nervous about meeting your parents, to buy matching phone cases.
gojo is obsessed with the feeling. he didn’t know he could want someone as much as he wants you, body and soul but god — your body. the way you get on top of him and make his abs seize, his hips grinding up of their own accord. you always laugh so sweetly at his desperation, licking into his mouth and letting your hands wander.
he gets hard embarrassingly fast, every time. whines anguished little moans, not knowing what he wants next. gripping your hips over his like it’s a lifeline, fucking up into you and rubbing your clothed crotches together like he doesn’t know how much better it can get — and he doesn’t. and that excites you beyond belief.
the first time it happens, it doesn’t last long. you told him you could ride him, that it wasn’t a problem, he could just focus on being as comfortable as possible. but the utter heat with which he said “no. no, you’re not fucking me. i’m fucking you,” left you weak in the knees.
he’s hurried, but he takes time to kiss every inch of your body once your clothes are off, murmuring sweet nothings about how you’re so perfect and all his. he’s been hard as a rock ever since you started kissing, not letting you get your mouth on him or even roll the condom on, too afraid of ruining it that soon.
when he slips inside, it’s so much better than he could’ve imagined. there’s no comparison, no feeling in the world, not even healing his deadly wounds and coming back to life can compare. you’re soft, warm and wet, gripping him just right, massaging his length like you were made to take him.
he can’t keep his mouth shut, can’t keep the surprise out of his voice. he fucks into you violently, unable to comprehend that it can feel this good. you feel perfect, like he never wants to leave, wants to be inside of you forever and just fuck you again and again and again.
“f-fuck, fuck, hang on,” gojo has to pause halfway, abs contracting rhythmically as he stills inside you. he looks up, huffing out an overwhelmed breath, and you can’t help but let out a giggle. “yeah? this funny to you? i’ll give you something to laugh about, just you wait.”
he starts moving again slowly, and you caress his face, singing him praise about how good he’s doing. he mewls at the compliment, wanting to please, needing to be the best you ever had no matter the circumstances. and he is, he was made for you and you for him.
“aahh, fuck baby i can’t stop — can’t, sorry, i can’t, i’m gonna cum, god i’m gonna cum,” he chokes out, pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. “oh fuck, fuck don’t do that, if you do that i’m gonna—“
“it’s okay, satoru,” you whisper, finding the timing to catch his lips in a kiss. “i want you to.”
his groan is guttural, like it’s been punched out of him, and he buries himself so deep inside you you can hardly swallow as he gives a few final, short thrusts into your pussy. he cums so hard that he loses all sense, his grip bruising you, he’s pretty sure he’s crying, whining your name like you could save him right now.
it’s a heavenly sight, so hot that it has you clenching around him chasing your own high. when he comes to, he presses two long fingers to your clit, kissing your face all over until you’re tumbling over the edge as well.
you lay there, side by side, catching your breaths in sync. which is why it comes as a surprise when he wastes no time getting on top of you again, fingers chasing your entrance.
“satoru,” you laugh, in part amusement and part desbelief. “just gimme a few minutes, okay? i just c—“
“nuh uh,” he kisses you to shut you up, then takes his mouth down your body. you notice, a little horrified, that he’s already hard again. “you already came on my cock. now i’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and then my mouth. and then we’ll see who’s gets the last laugh.”
Genuinely enamored and curious about what changes in Keigo's brain once he loses his virginity.
Like, does he look at you the next morning before you stir awake with light in his eyes and heat boiling his chest? Thinking, "oh. Oh, god. I've been inside you. Fuck—"
Does he start to panic a little with the responsibility and newness of it all? Does that feeling morph to a warm ache over time, before finally settling to familiarity?
Does he feel an all too satisfied pep in his step the next day? Or does his heart hammer with a buzzing need to take you again? And again, and again, and again.
Do his cheeks and ears sear at the memory of it? Does his skin burn? Does he replay the events in his head over and over, at first to analyze what he can improve upon before the sounds of your moans start repeating like a broken record in his mind and he has to excuse himself in search of cold water?
Thinking of Keigo shedding his clothes when he comes home to you. Thinking of him latching his mouth where his body calls him to as he indulges and satisfies that need to fill and be filled. Thinking of how much all of this is saturated with his very first love.
liv dropping the most insane plot line and then running away w/o further explanation
koushi loses his virginity to childhood friend!reader because you tell him that you're scared that when you finally get a boyfriend you won't know what to do. you tell him that he's the only one you trust, and you want it to be him. he doesn't have the heart to tell you it's his first time either, the nerve to say that he's been in love with you since before he even knew what that meant, or the willpower to deny you.
he and daichi move into a little apartment in the city together after high school—suga studying education and daichi at the police academy not too far from the university. it's a good arrangement; they're already more than comfortable together after all these years, and the only way either of them could afford a place that wasn't a shoebox was to live with a roommate. you take a year off after you all graduate high school, staying at home to work part time and figure out what you want to do with your life.
you've always told koushi you want to go to school in tokyo. but tokyo is expensive, so you need time to save up. and tokyo is far, so koushi needs time to steel himself for saying goodbye.
you come to visit him and daichi in sendai often, and frequently spend the night at their place—since the departure of the last train home always seems to creep up on you too quickly when you're with the duo, especially if you've had a few drinks. and when you inevitably look to koushi and bat your eyelashes and ask if you can spend the night instead of racing to the station to catch the last train, he never ever denies you.
spending time with suga and daichi is easy. it's comfortable. even though koushi is the common link between you, daichi was quick to accept you as a part of the deal—having once referred to you as a gift with purchase, which made all of you laugh. sometimes the boys take you out and introduce you to the new friends they've made since graduating. sometimes the three of you just lounge around their living room, drinking cheap beer that one of their senpais bought for them and talking about whatever comes to mind. koushi likes those nights the best—the ones where you're relaxed and soft, and sometimes ask to borrow a sweatshirt that he's all too eager to loan you.
you sleep with koushi a few more times, but don't ever really talk about it. daichi knows how suga feels about you (and has felt about you for all these years) and he warns suga that this isn't good for him. koushi brushes him off every time, probably smiles in a way that's just a little too strained to be sincere, and reassures him everything is fine. daichi doesn't push it, but he does start to treat you a bit differently—a bit more warily, because he resents the way you're hurting his friend.
one evening you come by their apartment before suga's made it back from class—letting yourself in with the spare key he gave you—and wait for him to return. daichi arrives home first after a brutal day at school, he'd gotten a bad score on an assessment and he has a group project due and his group mates are ghosting him. he's frustrated, and seeing you sitting in the living room irritates him. he cracks a beer, and then goes out to the balcony for a cigarette.
you follow him out.
you tease him that smoking is bad for him.
he knows that, and is already kind of annoyed he's picked up the habit since starting university. his reply to you is clipped. you quirk a brow and ask him for a drag. he looks at you, barely holding back all the things he wants to say to you.
you're flirting with him.
koushi has been in love with you since you were kids. has been sleeping with you now for months. and you're here flirting with his best friend.
and maybe that's why daichi goes along with it. maybe he's just stressed out and frustrated and taking it out on you. maybe it's his misguided way of hoping to finally get the message through to koushi that you're not good for him.
he regrets it the moment koushi walks in on the two of you on the sofa the two of them each paid half for—you stradding daichi's lap with your shift off—and sees the look of heartbreak on his best friend's face.
*Gender neutral reader x soft dom Dabi, reader is a virgin, praise, swearing, size kink, handjobs, masturbation, pwp, semi-head (m. receiving ), @dabislittlemouse our phone asks thing inspired me to write this! You're welcome :)
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His eyes were lidded, a look of barely concealed amusement flickering in the blue depths as he pumped himself in front of you. His jeans were pushed to his knees, his booted feet planted firmly on the floor, while your eyes were blessed with his firm torso.
Your mouth was watering as you stared openly at his length. An impressive six inches, girthy, and a silver Jacob's ladder going down the back of the shaft, the three metal bars glinting in the dim light of the fire as he showed you how he liked to be touched.
'You can even spit on it to make it easier.' Dabi was saying, twisting a little bit harder at the tip, causing precum to ooze out. 'The more wet you get it, the better.'
You nodded, swallowing. God, his dick looked delicious.
Sitting here on your knees, in front of him, there was nothing more you'd like to do than to lean forward and-
'Baby.' His rough hand caught your shoulder, dwarfing it. 'Not today. I'll just let you jack me today, alright? We'll go slow.'
Dabi knew you were a virgin, therefore he didn't wanna accidentally scare you off by going too quick in this relationship. He was more than happy to teach you what you wanted to know.
'Oh-okay. Okay, yeah.' You stuttered, and he leaned forward, kissing you quickly before taking his hand off his length, sitting back in the armchair.
'You can touch, babe. No need to be shy.'
Nervously you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking the way you'd seen him do. You licked your lips quickly, seeing how small your hand looked compared to his dick.
Barely able to touch your fingertips together as you moved your hand up and down his length, watching between the sight and back at his piercing eyes.
You swallowed, wondering how the stretch would be if he were to fuck you on his-
'Tighter, tighter-' He broke off into a moan as you got the pressure just right, twisting up to squeeze lightly at the base. 'Fuck, just like that. You're not so innocent, huh?'
His body nearly melted into the leather when you brought your other hand up, stroking his shaft with both hands now. 'Babe, fuck...' he whimpered, 'You're so perfect, you know that?'
A brief glimpse of his eyes were all you saw as you alternate between looking at yourself touching him or his beautiful face.
Which was better?
'Does that feel good?' You asked, keeping the current rhythm. You were so nervous as to whether or not he'd enjoy this, but even now, as he was slowly coming undone, you felt breathless.
He leaned forward and cupped your cheek, before leaning back and letting you take over.
'If it didn't-you'd know it, babe. I'm all yours.' Dabi encouraged, breathing heavily at the stimulation. 'Fuck, your hands are soft.'
You giggled lightly, happy that he was praising you for your performance. The fact that he was nearly going crazy because of your hands made you feel powerful. 'I love you Dabi.' You sighed, feeling bolder and leaning forward to spit on his tip, stroking him with it.
He groaned at that, his breathing getting faster and faster with his upcoming climax, 'Love you too, cutie. Always.'
His breath hitched as you rubbed the spit along his shaft, the piercings lightly stimulating against your palms. With a groan, his head tipped back against the leather chair, spreading his legs a bit wider so you had more room to get closer-watch him in all his glory as his chest heaved-
'Fuck!'
Once, twice, three times, his cum spurted out of the tip, running along your hands as he panted heavily.
Slowing your pace, you took in the sight, taking your hands away.
Dabi was seated in the leather armchair, his knees spread open, cum running down his hard torso, heaving slowly with every inhale and exhale. Spit and cum oozing down the sides of his pierced shaft. Those intense cerulean eyes, lidded with bliss as he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath.
'Fuck, that was good, babe. Thank you-' His brows furrowed.
Immediately you met his eyes. As well as you could, given that he was still coming off the aftershocks and you were feeling braver, but no less flustered.
'Wanna taste? You deserve a reward after all, don't you?'
And why not pass up the opportunity?
You leaned forward, wrapping your lips around his tip, sucking lightly at the leftover cum and spit, while he simply stroked your head with his hand. It nearly covered the back of your head, you realized. 'Good, baby. So good.' He praised.
His tip popped forward into your mouth more, still kinda horny but not wanting a complete session of head, but nonetheless he kept his hand on the back of your head to control the depth while your tongue and mouth worked at him.
'Don't force yourself, babe, we have all the time in the world.' Dabi encouraged when you tried deepthroating him. His hands on your head prevented that, keeping your mouth on his tip. 'You're doing so well.'
Pulling away, you licked at the cum on his torso, tasting the slight saltiness of it. Dabi cooed at you as you cleaned him off, stroking your head. He eventually pulled his pants up, taking you down to the floor with him, letting you lay your head on his arm.
'You okay, baby?' He whispered. 'You did so well, thank you.'
You smiled at him, pulling a chuckle from his throat. 'You're welcome, Dabi. Thanks for being patient and showing me.'
Dabi smiled, closing his eyes, and you felt yourself dozing off too. Getting closer, your legs tangled together as you both fell into sleep in front of the roaring fireplace.
I went to an art museum today, and I saw a lot of depictions of the virgin mary. I was raised in a different religion but it's still been a sort of depressing reminder of how much of the world places so much emphasis on a standard of virginity and "purity" and how awful this is for survivors.
I think I'm pretty distanced from these generally, but today I still felt a lot of shame and self-disgust. I find myself wondering if I'm the only one in a room who's had their virginity stolen at such a young age, if something marks me forever as "impure." Whether it was possible for people to tell, if they talked to me closely, that I was used goods, damaged. Simply living just to be used again.
The other facet of this that really gets to me is the discussions & focus on "when did you lose your virginity," especially among younger people (I'm quite young among my coworkers). The frequency of these lessens as you get older, but every time it comes up it gives me such a strong shamefulness that I feel it on the back of my neck. It's also deeply alienating when this conversation comes up, it reminds me of things I've missed out on because of the abuse and makes me feel like an aberration, an outsider to normal society.
The standards for "virginity" are a social construct anyways and I don't think I should consider abuse as my "first time," but the way it's treated historically and by some people makes it hard to believe that sometimes. I think it helps to reframe it as "your first time" rather than "losing virginity" because the latter very easily leads to associations with loss of innocence or purity.
The reframing reinforces to me that "first time" refers to an experience, not simply a mechanical act. That when a friend asks me about this, or someone tells their story, that it should mean when I first consented with a partner, chose to explore my body with someone else, fully able to understand the implications of that choice and without pressure or anything else affecting it. Not some nonsense, arbitrary "loss of virginity" from a sexual act done to me before I could read.
me: virginity culture is a lie. a scam. it is nonsense at best and patriarchal bullshit at worst. i hate it and i can't wait until its fiery demise.
also me: i NEED his v-card in my wallet now now now. i WANT to have him blush and stutter "it's my first time." i WILL tell him "thank you for trusting me. i will take good care of you." i YEARN for the sight of his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as i give him a pleasure he has never felt before. i CRAVE -
