SYRA

“ I’M A LOSER , BABY ” — slightly gojo centric

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@𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐍𝐆 𓂃 𝜗℘ egyptian 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟 nineteen ⚬ jjk centric atm ⚬ #losergirl ⚬ (n)sfw ⚬ nerdjo’s gf (≧◡≦)

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━━━━ ❝ MY SECRETARIES ❞

ᨳଓ chapter 1 : ‘ geto suguru ‘ .

ᨳଓ genre / themes : lawyer!reader ⸝ office sex ⸝ dom!reader ⸝ piv sex ⸝ oral sex ⸝ power imbalance ⸝ boss employee relations ⸝ minimal of y/l/n ⸝ workplace setting art : zeilorene

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THE BLINDS were already drawn.

You sat in the high-backed leather chair behind your desk, heels still on. Your skirt was rucked up around your hips. One leg was propped on the edge of the polished wood of your desk, knee bent, the other spread wide enough that Satoru, your secretary, could fit between them without difficulty. His white hair was a mess under your fingers. His glasses sat folded on top of a stack of case files he was supposed to have finished organizing an hour ago.

He was on his knees under the desk, face buried between your thighs, and he was making the kind of wet, filthy sounds that would have gotten both of you fired if anyone had been close enough to hear.

You tightened your grip in his hair and pulled him closer.

“Deeper,” you demanded breathily, pushing his face further in between your legs. Satoru never minded it. How could he? Dying while eating you out would be an honorable way to go. “You’ve been staring at my legs all day. Don’t act shy now.”

Satoru made a muffled noise against you, sounded like a laugh, but it was followed by a terribly needy groan. He loved this. Loved pleasing you. His tongue dragged up through your folds in one long, deliberate stroke before he sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked. The pressure was perfect—exactly how you’d taught him when he was still learning the way of your body. Still figuring out what made you cum your brains out and what would have you falling asleep out of boredom. Safe to say, he had learned quickly.

Your head tipped back against the chair and your lips fell open in a soft moan. The office was quiet save for the wet sounds of his mouth and the occasional soft creak of leather when your hips shifted against the chair. And of course, the moans you so desperately tried to hold back. Outside the glass walls of your office, the rest of the floor had gone dark. Everyone had already wrapped up for the day. You stayed back under the guise of “case review.” They have no idea the only thing currently being reviewed is your cunt—thoroughly so—by your secretary’s very skilled tongue.

You told yourself this would stop after the first time. Then after the fifth. Then you’d given up pretense when you started keeping a spare pair of underwear in the bottom drawer of your desk specifically for nights like this. You were a lonely woman and he was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in a long, long time. So who could blame you? You’re only doing what a desperate, overworked and underfucked woman would do. Anyone in my place would do the same—is what you tell yourself to make yourself feel better about this whole arrangement.

Does it really matter, though? Because you are feeling better. Better than you have in years thanks to this white faired sex god in between your thighs who is currently devoting all of his attention to you—his boss.

Satoru’s hands slid up the outside of your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft skin just below the hem of your stockings. He squeezed and kneaded. He always did express his love for your thighs. Physically and verbally. He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shining as he so greedily licked your juices off them. His tongue did two laps around his mouth. He looked drunk on your cunt. And fuck if it wasn’t a sight for sore, lonely, and stressed eyes.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, voice rough and breathless. He bit his lip, eyes half lidded when they met yours. “Did you think about this during the meeting with the prosecutors? Sitting there all composed while I was taking notes and knowing exactly how wet you’d get the second the door locked?”

You tugged his hair harder in answer. He hissed, then grinned like the pain you inflict on him was some kind of reward.

“Talk less,” you huffed, using the opportunity of his mouth no longer being on you to spread your legs even further apart for him. “Use your mouth for what it’s good for.”

He let out a laugh that bordered on a terribly concealed groan as if your words alone were getting him off. “Yes, boss.” He obeyed immediately, diving back in with a hungry sound. His tongue pushed inside you, then withdrew to circle your clit again, firm and relentless in his efforts to make you cum on his mouth. One of his hands left your thigh. Two long fingers slid into you without warning, curling upward in the exact way he had learned made your breath hitch. He fucked them into you in steady strokes while he sucked, and the wet noise of it filled the office.

Your free hand gripped the armrest as moans spilled out against your will. Your hips rolled against his face. He took it, letting you use his mouth, letting saliva and slick drip down his chin onto the collar of his dress shirt. The neat secretary look was completely fucking ruined. But that didn’t matter, did it? You liked him better this way—flushed, messy, eyes half-lidded when he glanced up at you between licks to get a glimpse of how hot you looked when he had his tongue deep in your cunt.

“Fuck, that’s good—Satoru—”

He moaned against you in acknowledgment, the vibration shooting straight through your core. His fingers sped up. His tongue flattened and dragged harder. You felt the coil tighten low in your belly.

You came with a moan you managed to suppress by biting into your hand, thighs clamping around his head and back arching slightly off the chair. He pulled his fingers out but kept his tongue on you—licking you through it, tasting the mess he drew out of you—and proudly, too. He didn’t stop until the aftershocks made you twitch and push at his forehead.

He sat back on his heels, breathing hard, lips red and shiny with your cum. His glasses were still on the desk. Without them his eyes looked even brighter, almost feverish. The front of his trousers was strained, the outline of his cock obvious. He always put you above himself. Literally and metaphorically.

You looked down at him and felt the familiar mix of hunger and something a little bit more sinister—perhaps control, maybe possession, or just the simple relief of having something that belonged only to you in a life that otherwise belonged to the firm.

“Stand up,” you muttered, giving his face two light slaps to snap him out of his pussy induced haze. It would be pretty cruel to leave him all high and dry after he just so sweetly took care of your needs... or so you guess.

He listened, predictably, unfolding his long body carefully so he didn’t knock his head on the underside of the desk. You stayed seated, legs still open, watching him. He was taller than you even when you were in heels and standing right in front of him. Right now he looked almost nervous under the cockiness, the way he always did once the first edge of the game wore off.

You reached out, leaning closer on your chair, and cupped him through his pants, squeezing once. He jerked, hand flying to your shoulder for stability as a soft curse involuntarily slipped out.

“You’ve been hard since before you got on your knees,” you gibed, scoffing at the notion even though it turned you on to know he was so needy for you. “Did you plan this, or did you just hope I’d let you?”

“B-both—sort of” he admitted, voice a little breathless and whiny. “I finished the discovery index early so I’d have an excuse to come in. Then you told me to close the blinds and my body had a…” he swallowed, looking down at where your hand was placed, “—reaction.”

You palmed him slowly through the fabric. He rocked into your hand without meaning to. “Boss,” he whined pathetically. “Please.”

You looked up at him. Despite the positioning—him being over you, and you being seated and beneath him. It was clear who was actually in control. “You’re so pathetic, you know? It’s adorable, honestly.” His cock twitched under your hand at that and you couldn’t help but let the corner of your mouth twitch upwards and pull into a cheeky smirk. “Should’ve known someone like you would be into that. Since you were so thorough today, I’ll return the favor.”

“Fuck, you’re the best,” he groaned, feeling his knees weaken.

“Oh, just shut up and take your pants off.”

He nodded eagerly and unbuckled his belt with slightly clumsy fingers, shoved his trousers and briefs down just far enough. His cock sprang free, flushed a bright pink at the tip and already wet. You wrapped your hand around him and firmly stroked once, from base to head. He exhaled sharply through his teeth, holding back a moan.

“Look at you,” you murmured. “All that talk during the day and the second I touch you, you go quiet.”

“I’m not quiet,” he tried, but it came out strained. “I’m just—ah, fuck—your hand feels so good.”

You laughed smugly and tightened your grip. He braced a hand on the desk behind him.

You leaned forward and took the head of his cock into your mouth without much of a warning. The taste of him—salt and skin—spread across your tongue. Satoru’s hand flew to your hair on instinct, a little something to keep himself anchored. He looked at you with his lip between his teeth, pupils dilated at the sight of your lips around his dick. You sucked slowly, taking him deeper in increments, letting spit gather and slide down the shaft. When you pulled off, a thin string of saliva connected your lip to the tip. A sight that made him whimper. Yes, whimper.

“Mmm f-fuuck,” he gasped out, hips instinctively pushing towards your mouth, seeking more of that heavenly feeling. “You’re—you’re going to kill me.”

“Not yet.”

You stood, turning him with a hand on his chest until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the leather chair. Switching positions with him, you pushed him to sit, then climbed into his lap, knees bracketing his hips. Your skirt was still bunched up. You reached between your bodies, guided him to your entrance, and sank down in one quick motion. He let out a moan so loud you had to slap a hand to his mouth to shut him up.

“Don’t forget where we are, you slut,” you muttered , trying to sound demanding but it came out somewhat whiny. His cock twitched inside you, his chest heaving and his eyes locked drunkenly on yours. His face was all shades of pink and red now, sweat beading down his forehead. He wanted to grab you and fuck you—he wanted to bend you over the desk and finally show you he can be more than just your flustered office slut. But, Satoru knew his place and more importantly he knew his role.

So yes, he would sit here and let you use him however you wanted to. He would sit there with your hand on his mouth and his eyes lost in yours because he’s determined to be the best and only office slut you’ll ever have.

The stretch forced a sound out of both of you. Satoru’s head dropped back, throat working. He gave up on gripping the armrests, his hands finding your waist hard enough to leave marks under the fabric.

You didn’t give him time to adjust. You rolled your hips, rising and dropping in a steady rhythm, taking him deep every time. The chair creaked. His cock dragged against every sensitive place inside you. You braced your hands on his shoulders and used him the way you had been wanting to since the morning meeting when he had leaned too close to hand you a file and you had smelled his cologne and caught wind of the way he looked at you like he wanted to be fucked senselessly.

“Fuck, yeah… that’s it,” you huffed, voice rough as you leaned over him. “Take it. You’ve been wanting this all week, haven’t you?”

“Yes—yes, shit—” His words dissolved into a broken moan when you clenched around him. “You’re so tight. Every time. I don’t know how you expect me to concentrate on anything else.”

You leaned in and kissed him, messy and open-mouthed, tasting yourself from earlier on his tongue. He kissed back like he was starving for it (which he undoubtedly was), one hand sliding up your back to fist in your hair and pull just enough to tilt your head. You bit his lower lip in warning. He released you immediately, “sorry sorry,” he whined, apologetic and eager all at once.

You fucked him harder. The wet slap of skin filled the office. His cock throbbed inside you. You could feel how close he was already—the way his thighs tensed under yours, the way his breathing went shallow.

“Hmph… tsk, don’t cum yet,” you ordered, gripping his face and forcing him to look up at you even though keeping his eyes open was a grueling effort at this point. “Not until I say. You can hold it in for me, can’t you?”

He nodded frantically, eyes half-closed. He’s trying, he’s really trying. “I won’t. I can—I can wait. Just—please don’t stop.”

You granted him his wish. You kept the pace ruthless, chasing your own pleasure first because yeah, you’re a selfish woman. When the second orgasm hit, it was sharper than the first. You ground down on him and rode it out, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. Satoru groaned like it hurt but you knew he felt good—he always did with you, his hips twitching upward helplessly, but he held back. He listened.

Only when your breathing started to even out did you give him permission.

“Such a good boy,” you drawled breathlessly, giving his face a light and patronizing slap. “Obedient little office slut. Cum now.”

He came with a needy moan, burying his face against your neck as he spilled inside you in hot pulses. His arms locked around your waist hard, keeping you there until the intensity of the orgasm passes. You stayed seated on him until the last tremor, feeling the warm mess of it between your bodies. You’ll need to start buying more than just tissues now. Wet wipes, probably. He tends to cum a lot.

For a long moment neither of you moved. The office was quiet again. You let out a long sigh, brushing his hair back and off his face when he lifted his head from your neck to look up at you. He was so pretty. Stupidly, so. You were supposed to be the best lawyer at your firm. Professional and regal. You were definitely not supposed to be fucking your secretary in your office after hours.

“Good?” You asked softly, wiping sweat off his forehead with the palm of your hand.

“Mhm…” Satoru nodded, too tired to use his words, head falling back against the chair with a soft sigh, the tension bled out of his body and all that was left was the lingering pleasure of his orgasm.

“Good.”

You eventually lifted yourself off him. Cum slid down the inside of your thigh. Satoru watched it with an expression that was half-wrecked, half-proud. He reached for the box of tissues you kept in the bottom drawer—the one that had started as a joke and became a necessity—and cleaned you up with surprising care before attending to himself.

You fixed your skirt. He pulled his trousers back up and tried to smooth his hair. It was a lost cause. The white strands stuck up in every direction, and his lips were still terribly swollen.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asked, attempting lightness. The flush on his cheekbones betrayed him.

You opened your mouth to answer but were interrupted as the intercom on your desk crackled to life.

Both of you froze.

“Miss [L/N]?” The night receptionist’s voice was polite, professional and completely unaware of the absolute lack of professionalism that just occurred in this office. “Sorry to disturb you so late. HR asked me to let you know that the new secretary reassignment is effective immediately. Geto Suguru will be reporting to you starting tomorrow morning. His previous supervising partner submitted the resignation paperwork this afternoon. They’re finalizing the transfer now. Would you like me to send his file up?”

You stared at the intercom. Satoru’s expression had gone carefully blank, but the tightness around his mouth was impossible to miss.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself and pressed the button.

“Yes. Send it up. And have security clear him for the executive floor first thing.”

“Of course. Have a good night.”

The line went dead.

Satoru was already buttoning his cuffs, movements a little too precise. “Geto Suguru,” he repeated, tasting the name like it was something unpleasant. It’s no secret he wasn’t a fan of not being your only secretary. “I saw the resume when it came through last week. Quiet type. Very… polished.”

You looked at him. He wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“He’s just another secretary,” you shrugged.

Satoru’s smile was sharp and not entirely kind. “Of course. I’m sure he’ll be extremely professional.”

He gathered the files he had abandoned earlier, adjusted his glasses, and headed for the door. At the threshold he paused, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Try not to stay too late,” he said. “You look tired.” Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him with soft finality.

You sat back in the chair, the ache between your legs still present, the scent of sex and sweat still lingered in the air. You’d need to crack a window before you left.

Tomorrow there would be two of them. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Surely, the extra help was needed. You just hoped he wouldn’t prove to be trouble. And you hoped Satoru won’t let his jealousy get the better of him.

You reached for the half-empty glass of whiskey you had poured earlier and took a slow sip, staring at the closed blinds.

The firm never really slept. Neither, it seemed, did the things that happened behind its doors.

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━━━━ ❝ MY SECRETARIES ❞

◡◡ SECRETARY! SATORU GOJO X LAWYER FEM! READER X SECRETARY! SUGURU GETO⁠ ⁠ ♡

ᨳଓ satoru gojo and suguru geto are both your secretaries. to the rest of the firm, everything appears perfectly professional. behind closed office doors and long after hours, however, there are things the three of you can never speak of—unless you’re willing to lose everything.

ᨳଓ content warning : MDNI smut with plot ⸝ 5 years older!reader ⸝ piv sex ⸝ pegging (suguru) ⸝ using them for relief ⸝ casual ⸝ spit ⸝ cum play ⸝ exhibitionism ⸝ voyeurism ⸝ 3some F/M/M ⸝ eiffel tower ⸝ switch!chars ⸝ mostly dom!reader ⸝ bdsm ⸝ sensory deprivation ⸝ jealousy sex ⸝ oral ⸝ fingering ⸝ dry humping ⸝ office sex ⸝ public sex ⸝ edging ⸝ orgasm denial ⸝ anal sex ⸝ multiple positions ⸝ double oral ⸝ face fucking ⸝ manhandling ⸝ creampies ⸝ drunk sex ⸝ sharing ⸝ multiple orgasms ⸝ cum marking ⸝ secret relationships ⸝ bossy!reader ⸝ DDNE : power imbalance ⸝ praise ⸝ degradation ⸝ criminal lawyer!reader ⸝ boss/employee relationship ⸝ workplace romance/lust ⸝ violet crime cases ⸝ murder cases ⸝ criminals.

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01⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀: ⠀’geto suguru’

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WHO IS SYRA ?

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 nineteen egyptian/turk bi writer artist studying game design bilingual(arb+eng) studying japanese collector fantasy enjoyer piercings vivienne westood lover !

FAVORITES !

red bull ⠀ white chocolate ⠀ beaches and bikinis ⠀ classics ⠀ digital art ⠀ painting ⠀ binge watching ⠀ figure collecting ⠀ manga collecting ⠀ overwatch ⠀ storygames ⠀ music ⠀ cherry flavored cigs ⠀ fashion ⠀ spider lillies ⠀ final fantasy ⠀ character design ⠀ coffee ⠀ the color teal ⠀ angel fangs + snake bites combo ⠀ asian food ⠀ making ocs ⠀ leopard prints ⠀ graphic design

+ MORE FAVES …

satoru gojo’s #1 fan and lover sukuna ryomen suguru geto cloud strife michael kaiser zack fair college aus jason todd dick grayson peter parker deadpool nagumo yoichi stiles stilinski quanxi fem!jo&fem!sugu sevika vi jinx nana osaki hachi genji ow2

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hi guys i’m on roadtrip spam my inbox im bored hey hi hello hi ask me stuff hey

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i genuinely love you no one gets nerdjo like u do 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

thank you anon i love you. he is the love of my life and the only reason i exist i love writing him so much this blog is basically nerdjo centric atp LMFAOOOO

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PLEASE write lawyer reader im in law school and obsessed with nerdjo and i love your writing so i am absolutely dying for it

working on it chat !! and prayers out to u for going into law LMFAOOO

i studied and did all my requirements for law school and then changed my mind last minute 😭

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Im a mess, im a loser, im a hater, im a user

Bro that was lowk cringe but Thats what ur bio reminds me of🥹 anyways I love ur work girly keep it up🥰

LOL my bio is a reference to “loser” by tame impala actually!!

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mini hiatus since i’m traveling for a week. no posts promised, but i might still get out a thing or two if i can.

it’s a 4-5 hour roadtrip so i’ll also maybe do some writing on the way and prepare some drabbles and queue them up !

[kayuekou]

how it feels slaving away at a fanfic because your brain keeps supplying you scenarios and plots of your favorite characters so you MUST write it to satisfy the itch

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ouu u so fine...

i love you so bad come give me a kiss 🤤 THANK U BB i eat u

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hey cutie syra

heh hello user gumikang :>

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゛★ nsfwtwt ! satoru gojo makes you finish through text.

oneshot .ᐟ ⋆ mutual!gojo ⋆ modern au ⋆ sexting ⋆ nudes ⋆ phone sex ⋆ mutual masturbation ⋆ nsfw 18+ ⋆ more of #nsfwtwt gojo here! art by zeilorene

You were scrolling through Twitter late at night like always. You had just posted a fresh set of pics in that sheer black lingerie that always got the most likes. The replies were pouring in, but you had no clue some random hot as hell guy had just fallen down the rabbit hole of your shameless little page.

Gojo Satoru was kicking back in his fancy apartment, lights already dimmed, ready to crash after a long day of whatever bullshit kept his schedule packed. He was mindlessly doom-scrolling when your video popped up on his feed—a short clip of you arching your back, hands sliding down your body, moaning softly as you teased yourself over your panties. The caption was pure filth—something about needing a guy who could actually handle you. I could definitely do that, he thought.

“Damn,” he muttered, sitting up straighter. Fully invested now. One look at your profile and he was hooked. Pics of your tits barely contained, ass shots that made his cock jump, longer videos where you rode a dildo and whimpered like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. You grabbed him by the balls. Literally. Gojo grinned that cocky, lazy grin of his. “Jackpot. Hit the damn lottery tonight.”

He didn’t even hesitate. Sweatpants shoved down, his thick cock already hard and heavy in his hand. He wrapped his fist around it and started stroking, eyes glued to your video. The way you moved, all confident and needy at the same time? It did something stupid to him. Made him want to jerk his shit till he was a mess. His hips jerked up into his hand, thumb swiping over the leaking tip as he replayed the audio of your breathy moans.

“Fuck, yeah… just like that, pretty girl,” he groaned, biting back louder sounds at first. But the more he watched—scrolling through your pics, zooming in on the way your thighs looked spread open—the less he cared about staying quiet. Curses and whimpers slipped out. “Shit, you’re gonna kill me. Look at that perfect cunt.”

He stroked himself raw, fast and hard and embarrassingly desperate, free hand gripping his phone so tight his knuckles practically went white. When you moaned louder in one of the clips, he lost it. Thick ropes of cum shot everywhere—across his abs, splattering his chest, dripping down over his knuckles and onto the sheets. It was an absolute mess, obscene even for him and he did this shit for a living. Gojo laughed breathlessly, chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling. “What the hell… never cum that hard from a random account.”

He was wiping himself down half-heartedly when the notification lit up his screen. @lacedinblack followed you back.

Gojo’s spent cock twitched hard, already interested again. “Oh? That fast? Greedy girl.” Hand sweaty, he clicked back into your videos and went for round two like he hadn’t just blown his load. Hand pumping fast, hips bucking, he moaned under his breath—your name, real or fake, didn’t matter. “Fuck, i gotta make you mine on here.”

The next morning, he saw your tweet about how much you’re a sucker for a guy’s abs and biceps. Perfect opening. Gojo snapped a fresh mirror pic in his bathroom—shirt rucked up, those insane abs and flexed biceps on full display, sweatpants hanging dangerously low. He sent it straight to your DMs.

➀ Photo

@toruafterhours: these are for you ;)

You replied pretty quick, and the chat took off. At first it was flirty and teasing.

@lacedinblack: jesus, those abs are unfair. you real or ai generated?

@toruafterhours: all real, princess. wanna feel them? gotta say, your page has had me fucked up since last night.

He was a little hesitant at first, not wanting to come on too strong or send something wild too soon. But then you sent him a nude—an unbelievably sexy and evil close-up of your tits, nipples hard, hand dipping between your thighs. Gojo’s cock hardened instantly.

“Alright then, gloves are off,” he muttered with a smirk.

Suddenly you were getting everything. A video of him fisting his cock, the wet strokes loud and clear, his deep voice moaning, “See what you do to me? Fuck, I wanna bury myself in you.” Pics of his cum covered abs right after he finished. Voice notes telling you exactly how he’d eat you out until you cried.

The texting didn’t stop there. Gojo found himself hitting you up way more than planned. Yeah, the sex stuff was insane, but he started asking other questions too—how your day was going, what you did besides posting, your favorite stupid brainrot memes. There was a whole person behind those pics, and the cockiest guy on the app was actually interested. He knew it was risky getting attached to some random mutual on Twitter, but he didn’t care. You were fun.

That night, things escalated fast.

You were in bed, already worked up from the day’s messages, when his texts started flooding in.

@toruafterhours: you touching yourself thinking about me yet? don’t lie

@lacedinblack: maybe. wanna see ?

@toruafterhours: is that even a question?

You sent back a teasing pic of your hand between your legs. Gojo immediately replied with a new video—slow strokes, his abs flexing with every thrust into his fist.

@toruafterhours: good girl. spread those pretty legs wider. i want you dripping for me

The sexting got filthy—as sexting usually did. He guided you through every little thing, trying to stay cocky and playful even while his voice in the voice notes sounded wrecked.

@toruafterhours: ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||||||။၊|• 0:10

transcription : circle your clit slow. I want you imagining it’s my tongue. you’d like that wouldn’t you, pretty girl?

You moaned softly, following his instructions, fingers sliding through your slick folds. He sent another nude—his hand gripping the base of his thick cock, veins standing out, tip shiny with precum.

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@toruafterhours : ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:17

transcription : fuck, look how hard you got me again. slip two fingers in, pretty. curl ‘em up and hit that spot. bet you’re clenching so tight right now

He kept it going, mixing praise with that signature arrogance of his. “You’re doing so good for me. Most girls can’t keep up. You’re doing so well princess. Faster now—rub that clit while you finger yourself. I wanna know how you sound when you’re cumming for me.”

Your thighs were shaking, breath coming in short gasps. His next voice note was low and rough. “C’mon, cum for me. Let me hear it—moaning my name like a needy little thing. I’d fuck you so good, have you seeing stars.”

That pushed you over. You came hard, back arching off the bed, a broken moan of “Satoru—” slipping out as your pussy pulsed around your fingers. The afterglow pic you sent him—flushed cheeks, glistening hand—made him groan loud enough for his neighbors to probably hear.

@toruafterhours: fuck yes, that’s my girl. look at that pretty mess. i’m so close just from watching you

➀ Video

He sent one more video, stroking fast until he spilled all over his hand and abs again, moaning your name like it belonged to him.

After you both came down, the chat stayed open. Gojo switched from filthy to soft without missing a beat.

@toruafterhours: you good? that was fucking hot.

@toruafterhours: tell me about your day for real this time. i got time

You ended up talking for hours, the sexual tension still simmering underneath casual conversation. Gojo Satoru had started the night just jerking off to a random account and ended it hooked on you—your body, your moans, everything.

— — —

The clock on your phone read exactly 2:13 AM when it started buzzing on your nightstand. You were half asleep, scrolling mindlessly through replies on your most recent post, when Satoru’s handle lit up the screen. Not some message this time—a straight-up call. Your stomach did a little flip. Well, no—it was a huge one. You’d been texting nonstop for days, trading nudes and horny voice notes, but actually calling him? That was new territory. New and hot and sexy and nerve-wracking,

You answered on the fourth ring, your voice still raspy from sleep. “Satoru? It’s the middle of the night, you know that, right?”

On the other end, he let out a low, tired chuckle that sent heat straight between your legs almost instantly. His voice was hoarse, sleepy, like he’d been lying in the dark stroking himself for a while already. “Yeah, yeah, I know, baby. Couldn’t sleep. Been thinking about you and that last video you sent… fuck, your voice gets me so hot. Help me cum, pretty? I’ll send you anything you want—more pics, another video, cash, whatever. I promise.”

You bit your lip, already smiling despite the late hour. Classic Satoru—cocky even when he was desperate. The nicknames made heat pool low in your stomach and your fingers were already inching towards your cunt. “You’re such a needy brat. Woke me up just to jerk off to my voice?”

“Brat? Me?” He laughed again, but it melted into a soft groan. You could hear the faint, rhythmic sound of skin on skin in the background. That little shit wasn’t even trying to hide it. “Maybe I am when it comes to you. C’mon, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

You shifted under your sheets, voice dropping lower. “Just an oversized tee. Lace panties. The same ones on the post you just liked. Been thinking about your body all day—those abs.”

“Shit—” His breath hitched, the wet stroking sounds getting louder, faster. “Yeah? You like ‘em? Imagine dragging your tongue over them while I’ve got my hand in your hair. Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts. Been edging for like twenty minutes wondering if I should call you up or not. Glad I did.”

Satoru moaned your name—low and wrecked, the same way he did in those voice messages that always left you soaked. You could picture him sprawled out on his expensive bed, white hair messy, those ridiculous muscles tensing as he fucked his fist. “Keep talking,” he begged, all that usual arrogance fading into something needier. “Tell me how you’d ride me. Tell me how bad you want my cock, princess.”

You gave it to him, describing every filthy detail—how you’d clench around him, how wet you’d get just from his body, how you’d make him moan louder than he ever did on camera. All for you. Satoru’s responses turned into whimpers and curses, the slick sounds of his hand moving frantic now.

“God, yes—your voice is perfect. Keep going, please—fuck, I’m close already.” He panted hard, moaning your name again like it was the only word he knew. “Gonna cum so much for you… shit, baby—”

He came with a broken groan, dragging it out so you heard every pulse, every wet spurt. It went on longer than you expected, his breath shaky afterward as he rode it out. You followed right after, moans spilling from your lips as you gasped and panted his name. The sound made his cock twitch—spurting even more cum until there was just heavy breathing between you two.

But he didn’t hang up.

Instead, Satoru let out a soft, satisfied sigh. “Fuck…that was really fucking good. Stay on the line?”

You laughed quietly, rolling onto your side with the phone pressed to your ear. “Yeah, okay. You owe me for keeping me up, though.”

“Anything you want,” he said, voice still hoarse but lighter now, that playful edge creeping back in. “I’ll Venmo you for your services or whatever.”

The conversation flowed surprisingly easy after that. He asked about the random stuff you liked—your favorite late-night snacks, that one tweet you posted last week that made him laugh out loud, how you got into posting in the first place. You teased him about being a secretly soft guy under all the thirst traps and cocky messages. He fired back with dumb jokes, his sleepy laugh making your chest feel warm in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with the earlier heat.

Hours slipped by. The sky outside started lightening, birds chirping faintly. He yawned mid-sentence about some modeling gig he had later, but still didn’t end the call.

“Guess I should let you sleep,” he mumbled eventually, sounding genuinely reluctant. “But… same time tomorrow night? Or whenever. I like talking to you.”

You smiled into your pillow, trying not to blush like some lovesick idiot. You had to remind yourself this is most likely temporary. “Yeah, I like talking to you too.”

“G’Night, pretty girl. Or morning. Whichever one.”

“Night, handsome.”

He chuckled softly before the line finally went quiet.

You let out a long and drawn out sigh into your pillow, followed by a yawn as you fell asleep with your phone still hot in your hand, already wondering what kind of trouble this guy was going to get you into next. Satoru, on his end, passed out with a stupid grin on his face and your voice replaying in his head.

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PRETTY BOY .ᐟ

゛★ nerd ! satoru gojo is a very distracting tutor.

drabble .ᐟ ⋆ 600 words ⋆ uni au ⋆ bimbo!reader ⋆ tutor!gojo ⋆ gojo is unfairly pretty ⋆ math geek!gojo ⋆ fluff ⋆ art by yinartss

you’d like to think you’re a patient person.

you’ve sat through three hours of satoru explaining differential equations like they’re just the most fascinating thing in the world, and you haven’t even complained once. not out loud, anyway.

in your head, though? you’re losing it.

not because you don’t get it—okay, yeah, you definitely don’t get it—but mostly because he’s sitting on your dorm room floor, back against your bed, tie loosened and glasses slightly askew, and he keeps doing this thing where he pushes his hair out of his face and his fingers get tangled in the white strands and you just about forget how to breathe.

it’s so unfair.

like, deadass, what kind of nerd looks like that? button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows because he was “getting too warm” twenty minutes ago, pen tucked behind his ear like he’s some kind of hot librarian fantasy. and the glasses. god, the glasses. they’re not even prescription—he wears them for look, he told you once, all smug and hot and grinning—and they make him look so stupidly pretty that you almost want to throw your textbook at him.

“so then you take the derivative of both sides,” he’s saying, scribbling something in your notebook with way too much enthusiasm for math. “and that’s when it gets fun, because—”

you’re not listening. you haven’t been listening for at least ten minutes. your chin is resting on your palm, elbow propped on your knee, and you’re just… watching him. the way his mouth moves when he talks, the little furrow between his brows when he’s concentrating, the way his hand gestures wildly in the air when he’s explaining something he finds exciting. god, it’s so adorable. he’s so passionate and smart and hot and it makes you want to pounce on him until you’re both in a tangle of limbs. you had to stop yourself from letting your thoughts stray too far into forbidden territory.

it’s honestly embarrassing how down bad you are. but then again, just look at him. who could blame you?

“—and that’s why the integral’s zero,” he finishes, looking up at you with that expectant, sparkly-eyed expression that makes your stomach flip.

you blink. “cool.”

he tilts his head, blinks at you, and his glasses slide down his nose just a little. you want to push them back up. you want to do a lot of things, actually, and none of them involve calculus.

“cool?” he repeats, one eyebrow arching. “that’s all i get? i just solved that in, like, four different ways for you.”

“and i appreciate it,” you say, nodding solemnly. “very cool of you, satoru.”

he stares at you for a second, and then his lips curve into that slow, knowing grin that makes you feel like he can see right through you. which, knowing him, he probably—definitely can.

“you weren’t listening at all, were you?”

“i was!” you lie, way too quickly. “i heard every word. derivatives. integrals. math stuff.”

“math stuff,” he echoes, deadpan. “wow. you really got the gist of it.”

you shrug, trying to play it cool, but he’s still looking at you with those stupidly pretty blue eyes, and you can feel your resolve crumbling. would it be so bad if you pulled him by that stupid tie and kisses him? would it really be that bad?

“okay, fine,” you admit, leaning back against the side of your bed with a dramatic sigh. “i got distracted. sue me.”

“distracted by what?” he asks, and there’s that teasing lilt in his voice again, the one that means he already knows the answer and just wants to hear you say it. that bastard. that pretty blue eyed gorgeous bastard.

he’s torturing you. he’s torturing you and he loves it because he’s evil.

you roll your eyes, but you can feel the heat creeping up your neck. “you know what.”

“i don’t,” he says, all faux innocence. “enlighten me.”

you sit up just enough to glare at him, but it’s hard to be mad when he’s looking at you like that—all smiley and sweet, like he’s genuinely enjoying every second of your suffering.

“you,” you say flatly. “i was distracted by you. happy?”

his grin widens, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “very.”

“you’re so annoying.”

“and yet you asked me to tutor you,” he points out, reaching out to tap your nose with his pen. “in your dorm. after hours. alone.”

“that’s—” you start, but he cuts you off with a laugh, bright and warm and way too endearing for someone who’s actively bullying you right now.

“relax, idiot,” he says, and the nickname makes your heart do something stupid. “i’m just messing with you. mostly.”

he sets the pen down and adjusts his glasses, and for a second, he almost looks shy. it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that same cocky smirk, but you caught it. you definitely caught it.

“so,” he says, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head like he owns the place. “you wanna actually learn this, or you wanna keep staring at me like i’m some piece of meat you’re starving for?”

you grab a pillow and toss it at his face.

he catches it, of course, because he’s annoyingly good at everything, and he’s laughing so hard his glasses fog up a little.

“i’ll take that as a yes to the second one,” he says, and you hate how much you love the sound of his laugh.

“shut up and teach me math, gojo.”

“yes, ma’am,” he says, and he’s still grinning, and you’re still staring. because satoru gojo was just that pretty. and you were just that head over heels.

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呪術廻戦 ゛★ satoru gojo’s mii won’t fall in love with yours.

fem!reader :: fluff :: tomodachi life :: crack fic .

satoru is sprawled across his ridiculous king-sized bed like a stupid smug cat, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily scrolling on his phone. you’re cross-legged beside him, switch propped on your knees, tongue poking out in concentration as you mash buttons like your life depends on it.

“c’mon, you stupid white-haired bastard,” you mutter at the screen. “look at her. she’s doing the heart eyes. she’s practically throwing herself at you. reciprocate, damn it.”

he glances over, blue eyes twinkling with pure entertainment because apparently this is so funny to him. “talking to my mii again? i’m starting to get jealous. should i be worried you’re paying more attention to pixel me harder than real me?”

you don’t even look up. there’s more busying matters at hand. “pixel you is currently being a denser brick than real you, which is saying something. my mii has been sending him love letters, cooking him gourmet meals, and doing that little spinny dance every time he walks by. and what does he do? high-fives her. high-fives. like she’s his gym buddy.”

satoru snorts, rolling onto his side so he can properly watch the drama unfold. “hey, don’t hate on the high-five. it’s a solid friendship move. maybe your mii’s just too intense. ever think of that? smothering the poor guy with affection.”

“smothering?” you spin the switch toward him so he can see the little pink hearts floating around your mii’s head while his just stands there looking cheerfully oblivious. he’s stupid. he’s so so so stupid. “she’s head over heels. he’s calling her his ‘bestest pal in the whole wide island.’ i’m this close to deleting him and making a new one that actually has working brain cells.”

he gasps, clutching his chest in mock offense. “you wouldn’t dare. that’s my digital twin. we have the same hair. the same eyes. the same devastating good looks. deleting him is basically deleting me.”

“then make him fall in love with me already.” you poke his side with the stylus. “i’ve tried the gift method, the conversation method, the ‘accidentally leave them alone in a room together’ method. nothing. he’s friendzoning her so hard i might just give up and make another you.”

satoru reaches over and steals the switch right out of your hands, holding it up high when you make a grab for it. “maybe he’s just playing hard to get. classic gojo strategy. keep ‘em wanting more.”

“give it back, you dick.” you climb half on top of him, wrestling for the console while he laughs, bright and unbothered, like this is the best entertainment he’s had all week. “i’m serious. if your mii doesn’t propose by next week i’m making him live in the worst apartment on the island and forcing him to work at the food mart forever.”

“cruel. and unusual.” he finally lets you reclaim the switch, but not before tapping a few buttons of his own. “there. i just had him invite your mii to the amusement park. happy?”

you check. sure enough, the two little figures are now standing under the ferris wheel. your mii’s heart meter is practically exploding. his is still sitting at a polite, friendly yellow. what an ugly color.

you groan and flop face-first onto his chest. “i hate him. i hate you by extension.”

satoru’s arms wrap around you, warm and lazy, his chin resting on top of your head. “aww. my poor little island dictator. stuck with two emotionally constipated gojos.” he presses a quick kiss to your hair, voice dropping into that teasing lilt he knows drives you crazy. “don’t worry. real me already fell for you ages ago. and you didn’t even have to lose your mind for it to happen.”

you lift your head just enough to squint at him. “prove it. make your mii fall in love right now or i’m taking the switch to bed and leaving you to your thoughts.”

he grins, wide and shameless. “deal. but only if you admit that even if pixel me never catches feelings, you’re still stuck with the superior version.”

you open your mouth to argue.

he kisses you instead, and the switch slips forgotten somewhere between the pillows.

based on a personal experience 😔 his mii deadass won’t stop friendzoning and bestie zoning me i hate him

taglist: @miyahluvsjjk @neotoru @ravenhood2792 @rean13 @skylaryippee @asian-woody @marmaryu @butterbeanandsparkleface @miminist @stvsgsb @scarletreigns

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MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

this is adult stuff go away

anyways i am super excited to work on this fic, this will be a 4k special considering we are super close to hitting 4k !! SO EXCITING YIPPIE !!

will post the official masterlist for it tomorrow. however i do need ur thoughts !! would u want this to be a several part fic (chapters and so on) or a very long oneshot (this would take me longer to finish though)

oneshot or several parts

very long oneshot (would take me a way longer time to finish)

several parts (chapters) would be quicker in terms of publishing

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