gojo's been waiting years for you to notice him. who would've thought it'd take you getting a tail to give him head?
synopsis: after a date gone wrong ends in you getting stuck with a new set of fuzzy ears and an annoying tail, you find yourself getting comforted through your first heat by your cute coworker! there's just one teensy little issue - he's not nearly as experienced as he told you!
pairing: snow leopard hybrid!gojo x cat hybrid!reader
content: MDNI!!, SMUT SMUT SMUT!, porn with plot, not-really-unrequited pining, slightly oblivious reader (at first), catfishing, misogyny (NOT from gojo), a curse turning reader into a hybrid), gojo is a nervous dork AND a lover boy!, hybrid au obvi (ears + tail), heat cycles, mating, marking, bites and breeding, oral sex (m! receiving), they are HORNY for each other, friends-to-lovers, unprotected piv sex, rough sex, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, happy ending
part of my hybrid valentine's event! art is by @/maronjapan9art + div by @/tsumiinum !
Satoru Gojo wasn't scared of anything.
What even was there for the strongest sorcerer of today to be afraid of?
Other than, of course, confessing his massive crush on the pretty assistant he spent practically every day with?
And so what if anyone with eyes could see that he was hopelessly in love with you?
(Everyone except you.)
"A date?"
Gojo was pretty sure he was two seconds from puking. You giggled as you leaned across his desk, passing him paperwork in a terrifyingly tiny dress, one that clung to your thighs and chest, highlighted all his favorite places while you tilted your head like you were completely oblivious to his stare. When you messaged him on your afternoon and said you just had to stop by his office for a few minutes, he never dreamed you'd be dolled up like this.
Or that it wouldn't even be for him.
"I mean, right now, you're pretty much the only man in my life," you laughed, all sweet as you tapped an empty line for him to scrawl his signature by. "I'm just grabbing dinner with some dude from a dating app."
Some dude. You were going out with some dude, probably to some two-star rated restaurant that didn't even have a proper drink menu, instead of spending the night being spoiled by him. And in that goddamn dress, no less.
Did it have to be blue?
Hold you the way he wished he could?
"Yeah? Where?" He casually chirped, hoping you didn't pick up on how hard his jaw was clenched as you pushed out your bottom lip a little.
His tail wasn't the only thing twitching, his knuckles bone white as his grip on his pen tightened.
Gojo wasn't one for insecurity. Not when he'd been placed on a pedestal since birth. Blessed and chosen and beautiful and a billion other things that made him one of the city, no, the country's most eligible bachelors.
Except for the simple fact that he was a hybrid and you weren't.
It was't like it used to be. Hybrids had all the same rights, worked and lived in all the same spaces, no longer made normal humans stop and stare when they were out on the street. And despite some of the, uh, anatomical differences, people still had sex and found partners regardless of their hybrid status.
But he couldn't convince himself to come clean and risk ruining your relationship when he didn't know if you'd ever be interested in being with someone like him. Who wasn't just burdened by the weight of the sorcery world but heat cycles and knotting too.
Especially when he didn't even have experience in, uh, relationships in general.
"Not sure yet," you hummed, shrugging your shoulders without a single clue what was rattling around in his head. "Hope it's good though."
His mouth opened and words he wasn't even fully aware of started spilling out, talking just to fill the air, his brain scrambling to come up with some excuse to get you to cancel no matter unfair he knew he was. Babbling some nonsense about how boring his day was without you, mumbling something about a late-night café that just opened nearby you would like, earning one of those smiles that stole his breath as you teasingly rolled your eyes.
"You don't have to pretend like you'll miss me," you lightly scoffed, reaching one finger out and pausing just before you could poke his cheek. You probably thought he had infinity on, didn't bother testing his technique, although if you had, you'd see that he turned it off just for these private moments with you. "You just don't want to be alone to fill all this stuff out."
"That's not-" He protested, but his sentence died in his throat when you turned away from him, teetering a little on your heels as you bent over to pick up your purse from the floor.
"I'll come in early tomorrow morning if you wanna call it a night too," you suggested, pulling out your phone without looking at him. His chest straining as he pulled his blindfold back over his eyes. Sensitive ears perking up at the vibrations of your phone, maybe your stupid date sending you something, his chest tight and stiff as your lips curled up higher at whatever was on screen.
"Yeah, sure," he heard himself say, like it didn't hurt at all.
You glanced back at him, grinning as you lifted your hand up in a little wave. "Wish me luck, okay?"
He wished your date would break his fucking legs, actually.
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The man sitting across from you was no Satoru Gojo.
Didn't have his flawless complexion, the creamy skin or the sharp edges, his blue eyes dull, boring in comparison to the brilliant shade that seared through you, his lips not glossy or remotely close to the same shade of pink when he opened his mouth to say something about stocks you couldn't really care less about as you contemplated how far he was from his profile.
But the biggest difference was the pointy ears you could make out underneath his hair you spotted when you climbed in his car earlier, the tail that stuck out of his clothes.
You didn't care if he was a dog hybrid, couldn't give less of a shit what breed he was - but it was a little off-putting that he didn't disclose it at all online, went as far as to hide it in his photos.
The first day you met Gojo, he'd let his tail wrap around your leg, throwing you a cheeky smile as he cracked an awful joke about not using a litter box to lighten the mood.
"I mean, it might be a little too advanced for you-" He continued, and you nodded without really paying attention to what he was even referring to. You hadn't even gotten your drink order yet, but your foot was already anxiously tapping the ground, attention drifting towards the exit as your brain suggested that maybe your night would've been better spent doing paperwork with Satoru.
He was still cute, you supposed, but something else about him was off-putting, his gaze making your skin crawl when he openly stared at your cleavage before dragging it over the rest of you like you were something to assess. You felt more like a piece of meat he was only interested in devouring, something to chew up and spit out instead of savor.
"Huh," he muttered at the end of his spiel, your pride taking a hit at the hint of disappointment in his voice, like you hadn't lived up to his expectations as he practically squinted at your tits.
"What?" You defensively pressed, daring him to say it and give you an excuse to go.
"Were you wearing a push-up bra in your pictures?" He accused, your jaw dropping at his audacity.
"No," you quickly answered, bristling as you felt the heat crawling up your cheeks in embarrassment.
He didn't say anything back immediately, still obviously looking, and part of you wondered for a second if it was just his excuse to be sleazy, trying to neg you instead of just giving you a goddamn compliment.
"Are you actually 6'3'?" You curtly asked in return, stiffly squirming in your chair as your anger frosted over into something hard and thick lodged in the pit of your stomach. You knew the answer was no, considering you spent all day every day chasing after a man who was. But even with the lifts you had suspected were in his loafers, you didn't think your date came close.
"Of course I am," he disdainfully scoffed back at you, his brows pinching together dramatically.
Only one of you was lying, and you knew it wasn't you.
But before you could tell him to trick the next girl, an unsuspecting waitress approached, notepad in hand as she beamed at both of you.
And while she introduced herself, rattling off memorized specials, you caught the way he appraised her too, your annoyance reaching a new peak as you suffered this fresh humiliation.
"What can I get started for you guys?" She innocently asked, looking at you first, pen ready to write down whatever you wanted.
"She'll have a salad," he answered before you could, condescending and sharp, and your eye twitched.
Satoru would have suggested ordering dessert for an appetizer. Probably would have maimed the poor excuse of a man at the table with you for having the audacity to speak for you.
You wished you said no.
Swiped fucking left on his stupid smirk.
God, you were starting to consider the chance he used fucking AI to write all those seemingly sincere messages to you when he obviously lacked the basic manners to let you order your own meal.
"You know what, I'll actually be leaving now," you coldly cut him off, pushing back the chair before you snapped and threw your water in his face. Pretending not to feel the sudden stares and attention all directed your way as you snapped at your date. "Clearly, we're not compatible."
"It's because I'm a hybrid, isn't it?" He glared at you, as if it wasn't because he was a ginormous asshole.
"It's because you're a fucking dick," you hissed back at him, snagging your purse while he spat out more accusations that you were discriminating against him.
You didn't indulge him with responding.
Storming past tables of gawking couples and curious strangers, trying to make it out before anyone pulled out their phone to record it and your face was plastered on social media.
Of course, because tonight couldn't get worse, it was pouring outside, rain pelting your skin and plastering your dress to you as you stomped down the sidewalk in your teetering heels.
Murmuring under your breath about what a dumb mistake you made letting that prick pick you up and not driving yourself, teeth chattering as you folded your arms across your chest to try and stop shivering. You debated on calling Satoru, asking him to come get you at the risk of looking absolutely pathetic as you avoided the puddles in the cracked concrete.
You only looked back once, just to make sure that you weren't followed, although you were convinced your date was definitely busy hitting on the waitress by now before you slipped out your own phone. Quickly unlocking it, thumb tapping away at the screen with muscle memory before you nestled it between your ear and your shoulder at the first ring, sniffling in the chill.
For a man who did more stuff in a day than most people did in a year, it only took him two seconds to pick up.
"Hey, sweetheart, are you-"
"Um, a-are you busy?" You tentatively asked, cringing at the fact you were basically calling your boss just because you went on a bad date.
But then again, he'd always been more like a-
Well, you weren't sure what category to put him in, but you'd like to think you meant more than just a glorified secretary.
"You want me to come get you?" He preemptively asked without even answering your own question.
"I mean, if you wouldn't mind," you sighed, looking around for the nearest street sign, mumbling your location into the phone as you massaged the tension from your shoulders.
Too distracted to even sense the curse until it slithered out of the shadows, a tentacle wrapping around your ankle and sending you stumbling to the wet concrete, phone clattering the ground as you gasped in surprise.
The ache of the impact was quickly dulled by panic when you propped yourself off and saw the absurd-looking thing. A dark mass of movement, your eyes struggling to focus as you scrambled back on clumsy limbs, only for it to drag you closer with a harsh tug.
You weren't like Satoru.
Barely had enough cursed energy to be considered a sorcerer.
That was the entire fucking reason you stayed out of the field when you weren't by his side, sticking to paperwork and putting up veils rather than fighting yourself.
A sharp sting struck your ankle, white-hot pain racing up your calf as you realized the fucking thing bit you.
Something sickly sweet suddenly flooded your senses, fire burning underneath your skin like someone had fried every goddamn nerve ending as your chest strained and threatened to seize, a hundred little stars floating across your vision as you reached for your phone, desperate to tell Satoru that he needed to get here now.
Was it pheromones? Some kind of strange poison filtering in through
The curse was doing something to you, the tentacle curling tight as the world swam and swirled, unable to focus when you couldn't so much as move.
Was this it?
Did you have to get some dick so badly you were about to die for it?
Before another tentacle could wrap around your throat, suffocate you or condemn you to a fate of being splattered on the sidewalk, its grip on your ankle disappeared, releasing you as a horrifying squish resonated in your eardrums.
"Date sucked?" A warm voice chuckled, strong arms scooping you up as you faintly detected a hint of concern in his usually carefree voice.
"I'm, ah, more of a cat person," you breathed, but it hurt, lungs aching as your fingers clumsily clutched at his uniform.
You started to turn your head, but he blocked your vision before you could catch so much as a glimpse at what happened to the curse.
"Nuh-uh," he softly scolded. "No looking."
You made some sound, meant to be a laugh, or a huff, but it came out more like a whimper, the world all fuzzy as you curled up in his arms.
"It bit me," you breathed, wincing as he hummed appraisingly.
"Let's get you to Shoko, then, hm?" He asked, like everything was alright now, like it would all be okay now that he was holding you.
It was the easiest thing in the world to believe that.
He just had that sort of effect on you - made everything softer, sweeter when you existed in his space.
Even if your body still felt like it was on fire half an hour later, tossing and turning on Shoko's couch while she shined a light in your eyes to test their reaction, unable to understand anything that left her mouth until Satoru gently held your body down so she could put an IV in your arm without you moving around to mess it up.
Somewhere in the haze, you guessed you must have fallen asleep, exhausted yourself enough that you dozed off, waking up to the curtains pulled in her dim apartment, squinting as you sat up and realized Satoru had fallen asleep sitting next to you, head propped up on the cushion as he drooled onto the couch.
"Satoru," you murmured, throat itchy and dry as you blinked, vaguely aware that something was different as you shifted uncomfortably.
"Mm?" He yawned, sleepily sitting up and stretching as he wiped the spit from his mouth. Satoru glanced up at you, and in a single instant, he was wide awake, blue eyes locking onto you with shock. He reached out, fingers trembling in front of your face before he abruptly stopped, standing up and starting down towards the hall. "Um, Shoko?"
Maybe you should've known then.
Figured out that maybe more was wrong than you realized. Especially when she walked back out of her bedroom and froze when she saw you the same way Satoru did.
"Looks like whatever it put in your system turned you into a hybrid," she wryly assessed when she started walking back over, bending down to get a better look while your jaw dropped open, ready to protest until she pinched one of your now fuzzy ears. "It might be temporary."
Might.
You felt like an idiot stumbling up and starting for the bathroom in her hallway, pushing open the door and flicking on the suddenly too-bright lights only to see what they did.
Turning around only to find a pretty gray tail, discomfort swirling in your stomach as the idea of fate pulling a prank on you started to set in once you realized you'd been turned into a cat hybrid in particular.
"Oh," you murmured, unsure what to do or say when you stared at yourself in the reflection, fingers reaching around to feel how fluffy your new tail was, sticking awkwardly out from underneath your tight dress.
"Suits you," Satoru snapped you out of it, his voice low and soft, your eyes flicking over to find him leaning against the doorframe, his own tail lazily swishing back-and-forth as he studied your own. "Cute."
"You think so?" You hesitantly asked.
"Pinky promise," he winked, mouth curling up in a small smile as he nodded back towards the living room. "You should go back to sleep. Shoko says you need more rest."
"Okay," you agreed, mostly because you halfway thought that this might be some dream, or that whatever weird side effects you were going through would be gone when you woke back up.
But you were wrong, once again.
Blearily blinking just to feel for your ears through your hair to confirm that you were still stuck like this. For now. Maybe forever.
Shoko let both of you crash for the night, and despite you insisting to Satoru that you were fine, he insisted on sleeping on the floor, refusing to leave your side.
You rolled off Shoko's couch, creeping past Satoru's dozing body just to find her making coffee in her kitchen, sipping it with a borderline bored expression as you tried to ignore your tail moving while you walked.
"Mind giving me a ride back today?" You yawned, covering your mouth as you glanced at the pretty sleeping man sprawled out with a loose blanket tangled around his long legs. "Have a few things to catch up on."
You kept a change of clothes in the office anyway. Could shower and refresh yourself in the locker rooms by the gym too.
"Uh-huh," she hummed, snagging a mug on the shelf to pour you coffee too.
Although, it only took you an hour and a half to regret the caffeine, leg bouncing anxiously as you sorted through the stack of files in front of you in Satoru's office, heart beating too fast as you re-read the same line for the fifteenth time.
Struggling trying to clear the haze from your head by burying it in paperwork, staring at the still mostly full to-go cup Shoko dropped you off with despite how much pent-up energy was already pulsing in your chest.
You tail felt weird, hanging out of a skirt that hadn't been designed for it, your ears picking up more noises that you never noticed before, fingers tapping the desk in an unsteady rhythm.
And when your phone buzzed, you practically jumped, sucking in a sharp inhale as your hand shot out to check it just to see a message from Satoru complaining about you leaving without waking him.
It was completely normal.
The same sort of thing he'd sent you a thousand times before.
But why the fuck did the idea of him sitting there and typing it out for you with those long, thick fingers of his, a cute little pout pushed out on his pretty lips make you so goddamn horny now?
You'd always found him attractive. Who didn't?
But he always existed in a different league. Sitting pretty on top of a pedestal you'd never be able to climb up to. He could have anything he wanted. Anyone.
Untouchable.
But all your inhibitions, all the rules and regulations you'd set in stone and stuck to since he hired you, were suddenly slippery, failing you when you needed to cling to them the most.
Your brain conjuring up the world's most unhelpful images of how hot he'd look between your thighs, how sweet his lips would taste if they were pressed against yours, how he'd surely fill up the irritating emptiness you were now acutely aware of.
As if he'd even be interested in you.
You squirmed, thighs pressing together as you swallowed the thick spit that just seemed to keep pooling in the back of your mouth. Tail twitching and curling behind your seat as you struggled for some comfort.
Everything was too warm, sweat pricking at your brow as your breathing slowed, searching for some part of your body still in your control.
Maybe you should've just gone home.
At least there, you'd be able to rub one out and torture yourself over how wrong it was to want him in private.
Was this a part of your, ah, transformation?
Or was this all you?
The door swung open to Satoru's laughter, his white hair messy as he readjusted his blindfold, a second set of footsteps following him as you realized Nanami had accompanied him to argue about one of his students, your face heating up hotter at both of them about to catch you in this...state.
"Satoru," you murmured, your voice cracking as it came out uncertain, glancing up at him with wide, wavering eyes. Trying to choose your words carefully as you chewed on the inside of your cheek, "Something is happening to me."
He pulled down his blindfold, blue stare piercing straight through you with an expression you didn't recognize, jaw locking hard and tight.
You thought you knew him better than almost anyone. Cheeky and carefree. Cold and calculated. From clan meetings he sat at the head of to complaining about curses over ice cream, you sort of thought there wasn't a single side of him you hadn't seen.
But you had never seen him make that face before.
And honestly?
You never wanted him more.
"Nanami," he bluntly said, a harsh edge to his voice that sent an electric tingle down your spine. "Get the fuck out."
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The only thing scarier than admitting he was an idiot obsessed with you was admitting he must have trigged your heat.
That in his desperation to stay by your side despite the fact you were like him, he forgot what all that meant. That just his presence could trigger a certain biological reaction for, ah, breeding purposes.
It wasn't like he ever had to do it before.
He'd never been through one of his own ruts with anyone. He'd never been with anyone at all.
Sure, he'd seen porn. Knew the mechanics of sex, what he was supposed to do.
"You should go home," he murmured, no matter how all his instincts were begging him to bury his cock inside you right here, right now.
"I-" You hesitated, squirming all cute in your seat, blinking and silently begging him to be the one to crack and do something first.
He didn't even know if you knew what was happening. What your body wanted - and if it was even him it wanted it from.
"You're about to go into heat. Take a few days off, and don't leave your place," he muttered, his throat constricting as he picked up on your scent, nails digging into his fist as he bottled up all his own cravings. Knowing every second he stayed, he risked his composure cracking.
He tried to put some space between you, forcing himself to stare at the ground as he walked over to his desk, half-collapsing into his seat and hiding his face in his hands so he wouldn't be tempted to peek thorough them.
"Heat," you echoed, all light and airy, his resolve crumbling with one soft syllable. "Can't you help me?"
God.
HIs cock throbbed in his slacks, a familiar ache blooming in his core as he heard the creak of your chair.
"Sweetheart," he started, the lump in his throat bobbing as he spoke. Could he? "You don't know what-"
"I don't know what?" You teased him, too fucking close, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrists and pulled his hands down so he had to look at you.
"If I-" He paused, swallowing hard as you rendered him as close to speechless as he'd ever come when you tilted your head all cute when you got down on your goddamn knees in front him. "I won't be able to stop myself."
Your palms slid over his muscled thighs, squeezing softly as he let out a low grunt he hardly recognized, gritting his teeth as he held back the urge to growl, to push his cock between your parted lips until it was bumping into the back of your throat.
"Do you want to?" You asked, morning light streaming in through the window and bathing your pretty face in the warm light.
You needed him. Fuck, you needed him, and he was desperately trying to not show how much he needed you too.
"What?" He asked, feeling like a fucking idiot as he blinked down at you right as you started toying with his zipper. Flicking it slowly, like you were waiting for him to grant you permission.
"Do you want to stop?" You asked, brow arching up, ears twitching. "Or do you want me?"
"You know I want you," he heard himself say, nearly trembling as he finally came clean, the words hanging in the air as your mouth turned up in his favorite smile.
"Yeah?"
And funnily enough, now that it was out, he felt like he could tell you a million more times without getting sick of it. Caving into the part of him that knew you were meant to be his from the first day he met you.
"Yeah," he murmured. "With or without the tail."
It was all you needed to hear, pulling down his zipper as he hurried to tug down his pants enough to tug his cock free, his heart slamming into his ribcage as he watched you bring the swollen tip of it to your mouth, offering little kitten licks like you were trying to drive him fucking crazy.
But it didn't take long for your own need to start getting to you too, your nails digging into his thighs like little claws as you took him deeper, tongue pressed against his pulsing vein as you fit inch after thick inch in, one hand readjusting to start stroking what you couldn't fit.
Your mouth was warm, but it was just the sight of you sucking, cheeks flushed and hollowed out, six eyes searching and studying every gorgeous detail of your face as you bobbed up-and-down on his cock that nearly had him cumming down your throat when you barely began.
It was a billion times better than his own hand.
His pride swelling at how eagerly you worked, your fingers looking so much fucking better than his own wrapped around the base of his shaft, drool dribbling at the corner of your mouth. Letting him tangle his fingers in your hair, gripping hard as he started guiding you faster, tempted to throw his head back and groan, but too enraptured by how pretty you looked like to move a single muscle.
"F-fuck, baby," he hissed, a fever building in his chest that he knew would bubble over soon, sweat he hadn't noticed before starting to get stuck in his own hair as he spread his legs further apart to let you scoot closer, acutely aware of how hard you were squeezing your own thighs. "Feel so fuckin' good, y'know that?"
You couldn't reply with a mouthful of cock, but your lashes fluttered, eyes darting up to him, nose crinkling up like you felt the same.
"Probably fucked my fist to the idea of us doing this a thousand times," he babbled, moaning loudly as his girth got pressed up against the roof of your mouth, hardly-aware of what he was saying until you pulled back, still pumping his cock when you popped off. Saliva connecting the two of you together until you wiped your lips off, an adorable smirk curling up on them now.
"You jerked off to me?" You asked, and he knew he should be embarrassed.
But he'd never been good at embarrassment. And really, he was so sick of playing it cool around you.
"A lot," he admitted, knowing he was grinning like an idiot just for you to giggle too. "Did you ever-"
"Maybe," you murmured, your fingers pausing mid-stroke to slip up high, tracing over his sensitive slit to collect where your spit and his pre-cum had mixed together.
He caught your wrist before you could test the limits of his patience, see how much teasing he'd let you get away with, pulling you up in one mean tug. In half a second, he had shoved everything off his desk, papers scattering to the ground as he twisted you around and pinned you flat against the wood.
Gasping as your cheek got squished against the cool surface, wrist flexing in his firm hold as he clicked his tongue. And then he was shoving your skirt up, bunching it around your hips and letting your tail hang free, already eagerly swishing in anticipation as he ripped your panties clean off.
You were drenched.
Slick sticking to your thighs as he nudged them further apart, his throat nearly closing as your scent flooded his nostrils, sweet and strong and all his.
He wanted to bite. Sink his teeth into your throat and claim you. Make sure you didn't go on any other stupid dates or give anyone else the chance to see how gorgeous you looked like this.
Squirming and shivering, pretty pussy exposed and waiting for him to put a cute little hybrid in your womb, roll the dice and see who it took after.
"Last chance," he warned, his fingers digging into your wrist as he expended a ridiculous amount of energy just to cling to his restraint.
You threw a dramatic pout over your shoulder at him, pushing out your bottom lip, clueless how badly he wanted to suck on it. "What else do I have to do to get you to finally fuck me?"
How the fuck could he hold back when you were here, waiting on him, wet and wiggling your ass?
"It hurts," you added in a soft whimper, like you knew it would make him break.
His cock bobbed up as he wrapped his sturdy fingers around it, gliding over your entrance just to make you whine before he started edging it in.
And fuck, it only took him a few seconds to hate himself for not having you far sooner.
Feeling you squeeze around his fat girth and suck him in so sinfully as he fucked you right there on his desk, watching himself disappear inside your pussy as he shoved himself deeper. Listening to the cute little noises currently being ripped from your throat as you clawed at the smooth surface, having a hard time staying in one place when he was doing his damndest to split you wide open.
Operating on pure reflexes, doing what his brain was programmed to do no matter how much his body was unaccustomed to these actions.
"It's-" You whimpered, cutting yourself off like you were trying not to feed his ego.
Which had never been bigger than it was right now, inflating by the second at seeing your face scrunched up in pleasure because of him.
"Just relax for me," he purred, putting more pressure on your wrist and keeping you pinned there as he pushed the last few inches in, your ragged little breaths ringing in his ears as he tried not to get lost in your scent. "Let me make it better."
He could feel himself nudging against your womb, his abs tensing as he ached to fill it with his sperm, to fuck you until it took, until he knew you'd be waddling around in seven months carrying the next Gojo heir.
"S-Satoru," you stammered his name, and his first thought was how long would it take to convince you to take his last name too. To wake up to hearing your pretty little whisper in his ear as his wife, pump you full and press your face into his pillow next.
"Mhm, sweetheart?" He asked, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his brain as he forced himself to slip out to fuck back into you, slow strokes at first, building up to a faster rhythm in response to your greedy cunt clamping down on him hard.
"M'full," you whimpered right as he grinded against that spongy little sweet spot to drag another moan out, lewd squelches echoing in the office as he pumped in-and-out.
Rutting into you with the faint fear that he really might never stop, not when it felt so fucking good, when it felt like home in your warmth.
Gojo laughed, high and airy, a crooked smile finding its way on his face when he thought about full you were about to be.
"If you want me to pull out, gotta do it now, baby," he murmured, hoping to whatever was out there that you'd tell him to cum inside you. To fill you up until you were dripping him all day long.
"Don't."
He nearly came on the spot.
Fucking into you faster, feeling more animal than human when his hips kept smacking into your ass, pressing his chest to your back as he wrapped his free hand around to fumble for your clit.
He knew it was clumsy, fingers twitching as he tried to massage it, reading your body language for some sign that you liked it, your body shuddering at the contact.
"I'm gonna fuckin' knock you up," he started rambling, leaning down even closer, sniffing your skin before dragging his tongue up your throat. "Put a litter in you."
Did that sound stupid?
He felt stupid saying it, self-conscious as a brief stab of anxiety struck his heart until you started nodding.
"P-please," you whined, like you might die if he didn't do precisely that. Thighs trembling as you tilted your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.
He couldn't help himself.
Not when it came to you.
The base of his cock swelling before he could so much as warn you, his mouth latching hard just above your collarbone as your body went stiff and rigid beneath him as the first spurts of warm cum started coming out in thick ropes, painting your insides while he claimed them for himself.
Would you consider being his mate an upgrade to his assistant?
Gojo sure fucking hoped so.
Biting harder as you moaned, toying with your clit as you twitched underneath him, some strangled sound that sort of resembled his name escaping right as the knot forced its way in, making sure no cum could leak out.
He hadn't even kissed you yet, but somehow managed to lose his virginity and possibly get you pregnant at the same time. You'd definitely say yes if he asked you on a date, right? To be his fiancé girlfriend?
"Am I living up to your fantasy?" You panted, and he was sure he was blushing, heat going straight to his head as he helplessly nodded.
"Better than my wildest dreams, baby," he promised when he finally broke the bite, voice painfully tight as his knot kept you locked together.
He kept painting circles over your sensitive bundle, picking up the pace as he tried to coax you through the tight fit, your walls squeezing him just right while he desperately tried to make you cum too.
"A-are you close?" He stammered, hating how lame he sounded, unlike the great Gojo he tried to make you think he was, swallowing hard as your head bobbed.
"Mm, harder," you half-whimpered, drool leaking out of your lips and collecting on your desk as your muscles tensed.
He might be part snow leopard, but he could listen to you like a dog. Wag his tail and obey, rubbing harder, applying just enough pressure to make you unravel for him.
His knot held tight while you came, bracing you through it as your body gave into him. He licked over the bruise blooming on your throat, soothing the sore spot as he murmured sweet nothings into your skin.
You were babbling now too, crying out his name as real tears rolled down your cheeks, ones he wanted to lap up too. You looked so beautiful like this, furry ears pinned back as his cock split you open, his swollen base preventing you from doing anything other than squirming as you came back down from your own climax.
Gojo already knew one round wouldn't be enough.
That he needed at least two more to satisfy the heat coiling tight in his own stomach, that he'd only feel better if he spent all day fucking you into overstimulation and he burned every little expression and moan of yours into his brain to replay whenever he wanted.
"Satoru," you breathed his name like it was all the air you needed, and he snapped from the spell your pussy had casted on him.
"Y-yeah, sweetheart?" He stuttered, hoping you didn't notice.
"Does this, um, mean we're like, dating now?" You asked, blinking fast as you managed to glance back at him with glossy eyes.
"This," he hummed, poking at the bite mark on your throat. "Means you're mine forever."
reblogs + comments are always appreciated adore you all :3
It’s the night before the exam and Satoru can’t focus. So, you spread your legs and touch your dripping pussy right over his precious notes, forcing him to keep reading out loud ♡
CW: NSFW. Perv reader x Perv Satoru. Masturbation. Dry humping. Power dinamics. Humiliation.
cr: @/koramiarts on X
The tension between you and Satoru Gojo had been building for months. You were study partners in quantum mechanics, always tucked away in the quiet corners of the library or lingering over half-finished coffees in dimly lit shops.
Truthfully, you liked him. But there was a darker edge to it. You were a total perv for him. But the best part was that he was just as guilty as you were.
He was painfully shy, but he wasn’t as subtle as he thought. In the lecture hall, you’d constantly catch him staring. His bright blue eyes would linger hungrily on your legs, the curve of your ass, or your lips. But the moment your gaze met his, he’d snap his head down, desperately scribbling nonsense into his notebook to hide the flush creeping up his neck.
Tonight, you’d finally bridged that gap. You’d invited him to your dorm, promising a quiet night of studying for tomorrow’s exam.
Satoru arrived exactly on time, in his usual oversized cardigan and slacks, his backpack heavy with textbooks and binders. He looked adorably rumpled, like he’d been bracing himself for this all day.
Now you were sitting on your bed, legs crossed, wearing a short pleated skirt. He was kneeling on the floor, leaning forward onto the mattress to arrange his notes. As he hunched over, his elbows resting on the bed, he looked completely focused. Or at least, he was trying to be.
For the first twenty minutes, it was normal. But beneath your skirt, you were bare—and you were already dripping, wet and aching just from the way he breathed. It didn’t help that his gaze kept wandering. Every time you shifted your weight, his eyes would inevitably flick toward the hem of your skirt, his pupils dilating as he caught a glimpse of skin.
You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to corrupt this beautiful, sweet boy. And by the way his hands trembled, you knew he wanted to be ruined just as badly.
“You’re going somewhere else again, Satoru” you said softly, tilting your head to catch his eye.
He jolted, his glasses sliding precariously down his nose. “I—I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice stuttering with that familiar, endearing fluster. He looked down at his binder as if it were a shield, but he couldn't help himself. “It’s just… you distract me” he confessed, the admission barely a whisper.
You offered him a smile—sweet, but laced with a dangerous, knowing intent. “Mmm, that’s a shame. We really need to get through this, Toru. The exam is tomorrow.”
“I know… I’m trying,” he murmured, his hands trembling slightly as he reached up to adjust his glasses.
Watching him struggle, you decided right then that if he was going to be distracted anyway, you might as well make it impossible for him to think about anything else.
Without warning, you stopped pretending to study. You uncrossed your legs, and scooted forward, spreading your knees wide right in front of his face. You leaned in close enough that your bare thighs brushed the scattered pages of his notes, effectively trapping him between your legs.
You watched his breath hitch, his entire posture freezing as the reality of what you’d done—and what you were offering—settled over him. His eyes went wide, pupils blowing huge behind the lenses as he stared at your dripping cunt, inches from his carefully handwritten notes.
“Just a bit of encouragement, Toru” you murmured. “Read.”
Your hand slid down as two fingers parted your slick folds, circling your swollen clit with obscene wet sounds. He remained frozen, his eyes glazed and lost as he watched.
“I said read, Satoru”
He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he forced himself to look at the textbook. He needed this—he needed the rigid logic of the math to keep from losing his mind. His voice was thin and shaky as he started, his eyes desperate to stay on the page.
“‘The—the Schrödinger equation for a—a particle in a box’” He took a shuddering breath, his hips twitching involuntarily against the edge of the mattress. “In this model… the particle is… it’s free to move inside the box but—’”
His words faltered completely as you sank two fingers deep, the wet sound of your slick skin filling the space between his sentences. A thick, heavy drop of your arousal escaped, landing right over the paragraph he was reading.
He couldn't finish the sentence. His eyes were wide and glazed with pure, unadulterated need. The academic lecture died in his throat, replaced by a desperate, strangled whimper.
The sound was so helpless it made you throb. More of your slick fell, spotting his neat handwriting and colorful annotations until the ink began to blur in tiny, darkened patches.
His cock was painfully hard. He tried to keep reading, but his voice cracked and faltered with every wet sound your fingers made.
“It is described by a… a wavefunction… which represents the probability…ah—’” Another drip landed on a paragraph about wave functions. Then another. Your pussy was dripping steadily now, small shiny puddles forming on his precious notes.
Satoru’s breathing grew ragged. He was grinding against the mattress now, slow, desperate rolls of his hips like a needy puppy, rubbing his clothed cock against the bed while he tried so hard to focus on the book.
He tried. God, he tried to keep going “The boundary conditions imposed…Jesus—’” His hips moved faster, humping the bed with shallow, frantic thrusts. The shy boy who could barely look you in the eye was falling apart right in front of you. “Please…” he whispered, voice hoarse
“Look at you” you moaned softly, fingers speeding up. “Humping my bed like a desperate dog while my pussy drips all over your notes.”
A broken whine escaped him. “Please… I need— you’re so wet” he said, voice trembling, his eyes glued to the way your fingers disappeared inside your glistening cunt again and again.
“You’re such a fucking perv” you said, close to the edge “How many times did you imagine this?”
Satoru’s hips stuttered. A wrecked sob left his throat. “S-so many… every night,” he confessed, voice cracking. “After study sessions… I’d go back to my room and stroke my cock thinking about your legs… under your skirt… fuck— I’m sorry”
His honesty sent a fresh rush of heat through you. You rubbed your clit faster, fingers plunging deeper as your pussy clenched.
His hips moved desperately now, grinding his hard cock against your mattress like a pathetic, needy puppy, his movements making the bed frame creak softly in the quiet room.
“I wanna cum, Toru,” you groaned, your hips bucking, “but you’re going to have to rewrite every single one of these pages.”
“Please— please cum,” he begged shamelessly, voice hoarse and broken. “Cum on my notes… I don’t care— I’ll rewrite everything”
His desperate begging pushed you over the edge. You cried out, back arching as your orgasm crashed through you. Your pussy pulsed hard around your fingers, your thighs shaking with the intensity of it. A thick, clear rush of slick gushed out, dripping directly onto the center of his open binder.
Satoru whimpered loudly, hips jerking erratically against the bed as he watched every second of it, completely transfixed. The sight of you shivering, your pussy pulsing and flooding his notes, was finally too much for him to bear.
A sharp, guttural cry tore from his throat as he bucked upward one last time. His hips seized, shuddering violently against the mattress as he came, a dark, growing stain blossoming across the front of his slacks. He went limp, his forehead dropping heavily against the mattress, gasping for air as his body continued to twitch in the aftermath of his release.
You slowly pulled your fingers from your dripping cunt, letting the last few drops fall onto his ruined notes.
You looked down at him with a wicked, satisfied smile.
“Do you wanna fuck me, Toru?”
His head snapped up so fast his glasses nearly flew off—a desperate, pathetic sight. His pupils were blown wide, black voids drowning out the blue, and a ragged, needy sound tore from his throat.
“Y-yes— please—” he stammered, his composure completely shredded.
“Okay then,” You spread your legs wider for him and grabbed the messy, stained notes from beside you. Pressing the open binder firmly against your chest, you smiled.
18+ | mean girl!reader drunkenly dryhumping with nerdjo in the closet of a party! (YA GIRL IS BACK BABYYY)
this was not how satoru thought his night would go.
suguru had dragged him to a party against his will, parties were not exactly satoru's scene, but suguru thought it would be good for him— good for getting over his stupid crush on you.
you were the campus mean girl, and got did you make his life hell. but even so, satoru was still hopelessly devoted to you. how could he not be? you were so gorgeous..
pathetic, he knows.
so when he saw you drunkenly storming off into a closet under the stairs of the frat house while crying, he wanted nothing more than to be a shoulder to cry on.
its not his fault you wanted more.
your warms hands rested on the sides of his neck and heat rushed to his cheeks, making his face red and his adams apple bob up and down.
and as your lips sloppily met his, he was already so far gone.
you moved up and straddled his hips, he gasped and his hands moved to your waist as he held on for dear life. he was already hard when your hands touched his neck, and now that you were in his lap, straddling him, he was so erect it was painful.
you moved your hips in a circle, his massive bulge rubbing against your clit just right..
his head fall back against the wall, hips involuntary bucking up, every desperate grind sent a bolt of pleasure throughout his body, it was almost too much. this exact scenario was something he's definitely fantasized about before.
he pathetically whimpered like crazy, his grip on your waist going down to grope your ass.
he had begged for his, dreamed of this, for months.
and now you were actually here, grinding up against him like you couldn't get enough.
he came in his jeans with a choked sob, you giggled and kept on moving your hips, cruelly overstimulating him just for the fun of it.
but you know what? he was fine with it.
hed do whatever you want, no complaint.
just like the good boy he is.
TAGLIST: (OPEN) @nerdy-beez @nyxiedreams
this is kinda sucky sorry i havent wrote anything in a while im a lil RUSTY.
Summary — You had signed up for a coed dorm since all the ones in the women’s unit were all taken. Deciding it was whatever, you had finished packing your stuff in your chosen room until you heard a soft click in the main room. You went to check it out and saw none other than the notorious know-it-all Gojo Satoru who just so happen to be your roommate for the next semester. Lucky you.
Warnings!!(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)— Gojo being a pervert, Gojo being a crybaby, reader being naive as hell, fleshlight, pocket pussy’s, mention of reader’s pussy, panty stealing, masturbating, Gojo being a peeping tom, Gojo kinda being a weirdo, reader being so nice, insecure Gojo, rich Gojo, big dick Gojo, kinda bad smut, some fluff!
Perverted! Nerdjo who was so surprised to see as someone as beautiful as you in the same room as him—much less the same dorm. His cheeks reddened as he stammered over his words, his eyes everywhere but meeting yours as he introduced himself with a awkward tone. “Oh, h-hey! I’m Satoru Gojo, but I’m sure you already knew that. Why wouldn’t you? Sorry, that was so dumb of me to assume. I just—“
Perverted! Nerdjo who didn’t expect you to smile at him, halting his speech as his brain short circuited; not knowing whether if you were laughing at him or with him. But he didn’t say anything funny for it must’ve been the former. His cheeks were tomato red, his palms sweaty as he gulped down the last of his confidence he had before he walked inside this room with you.
But what he hadn’t known was how cute you had found him, your chuckles erupting at his stuttering and shyness. You surely didn’t expect how adorable Satoru was, even as he pushed up his glasses like a classic nerd or as he fidgeted in place under your gaze. So cute.
Perverted! Nerdjo who after a few weeks(one week and three days to be exact) can’t help be utterly in love with you. More so his leaky cock. He can’t get enough of seeing you every day now, hearing you talk, watching you study, making you laugh. It’s all too addicting, his body needing more of it. He can’t help but begin to push around and test his limits.
Perverted! Nerdjo who began stealing your dirty panties from your hamper while you were gone for whatever it was you had to do, running back to his room as he shut the door behind him and looked at the wonder ahead of him. He brought your baby blue underwear to his face, holding the cloth where your damp pussy sits in to his nose as he took a deep inhale; a shudder releasing from him as his cock began to feel a bit tight in his jeans.
Perverted! Nerdjo who was fisting his dick into his hand on his digimon bed while the other held your panties to his nostrils like his life depended on it, letting out weak whimpers every now and then as he imagined it was your pussy he was sniffing; his tongue darting out to suck the soiled cloth into his awaiting mouth as his eyes rolled back. His head hit his pillows, his eyes shutting closed as he felt his balls tighten and began working overtime on his poor, red cock which was begging him to cum.
Perverted! Nerdjo who laid there in post-nut clarity, feeling like the biggest perv in the world with your underwear sticking to his face and cum splattered all over his hand and t-shirt. He quickly hid your now even dirtier panties under his mattress to “throw away” before you came back, deciding what was done is done and vowed to never do anything like that again.
Perverted! Nerdjo who completed lied to himself as he infused that into his daily routine, as well as watching you change whenever you left a creak in the door open, and masturbating on top of your bed whenever you left, or imagining it was you he was fucking instead of his pocket pussy as he watched hentai during the dead of night. It’s not like you’ll find out.
You’re way too busy with your own stuff to realize what he’s doing; not thinking too much about how much underwear you have been missing lately. How your sheets are always rumpled every time you come home despite doing your bed every morning. How your clothes are beginning to smell like Satoru even though you just washed laundry.
Perverted! Nerdjo who one day was bullying his cock into his new fleshlight whilst moaning out your name over and over on your bed had finally been caught by none other than you. You had just gotten back from class and discovered your shy and sweet roommate humping his sex toy on your sheets; the smell of lube and sweat filling your nose. He hadn’t even realized you were standing there with wide eyes and parted lips at the sight before you as he rammed his six inch flustered cock into the plastic whilst he scrunched his face up with his glasses sliding down his nose.
“Satoru?…” you say with a flustered expression, not even knowing what to do as you dumbly stood there before he finally heard you say his name— his movements coming to an interrupted stop as his head snapped towards your direction. His mouth was gaped open, his rosy cheeks becoming even more pink as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t believe it, his worst fear had came to life; you finding him in the act with a disgusted expression on your face while screaming at him to get out.
Perverted! Nerdjo was now full on crying on your bed, begging for your forgiveness with a pleading expression on his fucked out face while you stood there confused. “Please! I-I didn’t mean to do this! I’m sorry, I’m so so s-sorry! Just don’t be mad!” He hiccuped, his body shaking as you walked closer to his weeping body. “I’m not mad at you, Satoru…” you softly said, reaching out to wipe the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he looked up at you only to find a small, comforting smile on your pretty face.
Perverted! Nerdjo who looked at you confused, “W-what?” He softly let out, letting you fix his glasses which were surely crooked on his face as you calmly explained how you didn’t mind him acting or doing something like this. How cool you were if he decided to masturbate on your bed or to your pictures. Just you being this accepting made him nut hands free, his face scrunching in pleasure as he painted your sheets white with a low groan.
Perverted! Nerdjo who began indulging his perverted routine into your daily life; jacking off in front of you as you worked on some project for class, sniffing your crotch like some puppy under the table as the sounds of him shoving his cock into his fleshlight filled the room while you were eating breakfast, whimpering out loud as you lightly touched his painfully hard cock which made him cum within seconds. This was a dream come true for him, practically already planning his vows for when he marries you.
Perverted! Nerdjo who sets up a planned dinner to officially ask you out at a five star restaurant which he reserved privately just for the two of you, fidgeting around with the table cloth when he finally sees you. You took the breath from him, a nice satin, blue dress which showed your figure and a cute ponytail which swayed as you walked over to him, a cheesy smile on your face as you took your seat in front of him while looking around the place.
“This is a rather expensive place, ‘toru. I’ve never been to one before.” You say, a small blush spreading your cheeks as he wraps his hand around yours, looking at his face to see a bit of worried expression on his features as he carefully thought out his next choice of words.
“Will you g-go out with me?” He asked as he was already getting prepared to get rejected by you, not daring to meet your eyes as he tightened his hold on your hand in worry as you took and unusually long time to answer back.
“I thought we were going out?”
Thank you guys so much for reading this and I hoped you liked it!!! This was genuinely my first time ever writing smut or a one shot like this so be easy one me. If y’all want a part two let me know so I could whip one out for y’all!! Byeee!!
Summary— Gojo had just asked you out and you obviously said yes, making him the luckiest guy in the world. As your relationship progresses, so does his boldness and sex drive.
Warnings! - smut, Gojo having a big dick, dry humping, pussy eating, mention of fratjo being a dick, blowjobs, groping, pussy jobs, handjobs?, masturbating, fluff, Gojo being a crybaby, Gojo being sweet, reader being sweet, fingering, squirting, thigh jobs, mention of marriage.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who is over the moon at being your boyfriend, blood rushing to his head making him lightheaded as he would not let go of you the whole night— either holding your hand, your waist, or even your ass(with permission of course). This was his dream ever since he laid eyes upon you, and also having sex with you but that’s for another time. Right now he’s focused on not letting you go, making sure that he won’t do anything to make you leave.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who fucks the plush of thighs, whining into your ear as you do the dishes as if what the two of you are doing is something completely normal(it is). Satoru erratically humping into your soft skin as he tightly holds your hips in place, his huge cock peeking out every time he thrusts into you before finding itself back into your warm embrace. He starts losing his rhythm, his panting getting louder before shuddering as cum spurts out inside your thighs—leaving it a hot and sticky mess as he apologizes profusely as you tell him not to worry about it. “Feel better?”
Perverted! Nerdjo- who finds whatever you do as a turn on for him, whether it’s doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, or just simply existing. He pops a boner every time and whines to you how he needs your help, rutting into your hand as breathy moans fill your ears; making you shiver with need as he gropes you. His hands touching your boobs with no hesitation in sight, pulling on your hardened nipples before gently soothing them; going back to fondling them as he whines out your name with thick spurts of cum landing on you.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who humps into you whenever you’re about to fall asleep, asking for help in the neediest voice possible knowing that you can’t refuse whenever he needs you. He grins as you lie on your back, legs spread with your underwear damp and an expression that tells him you desperately need it too. He quickly goes in between your legs, pulling down his sweats as his eager boner pops out and takes it rightful place in between your pussy lips. He pushes his thick cock deeper onto your plump cunt, keeping his thumb there as he thrusts his hips up and down which causes the both of y’all to shudder in arousal.
He starts moving faster and faster, practically fucking you like a bunny but without any actual penetration; his needy moans falling off his tongue as yours intertwined with his causing a beautiful melody to anyone who hears. Every thrusts of his causes you to jolt in sudden stimulation as his angry tip hit your overwhelmed clit. You pulled him down to you, hugging him close as your breast were squished with his toned chest—causing him to let loose and cum all over his and your stomach.
“Did I ever tell you I loved you?” He pressed a loving kiss to your neck, leaving soft trails all over you as you smiled at him. “Every chance you get.”
Perverted! Nerdjo- who cannot stop jerking off in front of you ever since you ok’ed it, breathy moans filling whatever room the two of y’all are in as he pumps his engorged cock with his slick hand as his teary eyes never leave your face. Cum spurts out from his red tip as soon as you look his way, both of you becoming flustered by your sudden eye contact as a bit of cum lands on you, making him whimper like a dog as heat pooled in your core.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who showers with you now, his cock hardening within milliseconds as soon as he sees your naked body—a small giggle leaving your lips as you looked at the dumbfounded expression he wore before washing yourself. “I-I’ll do it!” He eagerly said, grabbing the wash rag you held into his hands before grabbing your soft plush with shaky hands and scrubbing any excess of dirt and grime from your sweet, sweet body.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who is kneading your perky breast in his hands, forgetting all about the main point of taking a shower together as he found a new initiative; making you feel good. Your soft mewls drive him on, his actions growing more confident as he gently pushes you onto the wall behind you as you parted your legs enough for him to slip into. He’s looking down at you, his vision a bit blurry without his glasses but manageable enough to know where everything’s at. His hand slips down, lower and lower till your breath hitches as he finds your most precious area. Your delicious cunt.
He starts swiping two fingers into your folds, just to get your own juices around as his other hand never stops groping your boob; your hands gripping his shoulders as you screwed your eyes shut in complete ecstasy. You’ve never had this sort of experience before, all your past boyfriends leaving you before you ever got the chance to have some sort of sexual connection with them. But not with Satoru, he wasn’t like them.
“Sa-! Satoru!” You moaned, digging your nails into the flesh of his pink skin as he takes two fingers and dives into your hot pussy with ease—making him gasp in surprise as his cock leaks pre-cum in eager patience. “You’re so tight a-and hot!” His fingers began moving, causing you to scrunch your face as he sets a rhythmic pace, his long and bony fingers reaching places you’ve never felt before; making you shudder and gasp as he touched every nook and cranny.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who makes you cum within minutes, his thumb pressing on your clit making you yelp— your vision starting to blur as you see stars with how he kept going, eager to make you cum round after round. That is until he feels wet spurts land on his hand, looking down to see you squirting on him as your face scrunched in pure pleasure as you let out whimpers from your pursed lips. He huffs out a laugh, stopping his movements once he noticed you’ve had enough as he softly takes out his fingers— your slick and juices completely covering his hand before the water washed it off. He still placed his now soaked fingers into his mouth, moaning off the taste as his eyes rolled back while yours widened. “Satoru!” You yelled, blush creeping up on your face as he sheepishly laughed.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who now can’t cum without you near him or at least one of his fingers inside you, now adding you into his jerkoff sessions whether it’s him watching hentai or just completely staring into you as the both of your limbs are tangled up together on some bed. He guides your hand onto his awaiting dick, it twitching on your grasp as he gasps—biting his lip as you start getting comfortable with the feeling and start moving up and down on his shaft. Loud and lewd moans being heard throughout the room as you begin jerking him off as he plunges his fingers into you, staring into each other side by side before he leans into to kiss the sounds out of your throat; the action so sweet and gentle that it makes your mind numb and body warm.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who almost dies at you offering him a blowjob after him having a bad day at school(his brother fratjo had teased him for not fucking a girl yet despite being in his twenties now). He genuinely doesn’t know what to do, sitting on his bed as you kneeled in front of him unbuttoning his pants— his boner immediately popping out of his underwear as you pulled it down, almost hitting you as it recoiled. This was just like the scenes in hentai, the blood rushing through his dick and head making him so lightheaded but happy; a mewl coming from his wet lips as soon as you planted a kiss on his irritated tip.
You left a trail of kisses all over his shaft, pink lip gloss in the shape of your lips being left in your wake making him want to grab his phone and take a picture of it to keep this moment forever. You swallowed the lump in your throat, parting your rosy lips as you took him almost all the way down, stopping right in the middle as he lets out a high pitched groan/whimper. He fists the sheets beneath him, looking down at the image of you swallowing his dick, making it twitch in your mouth which left you tasting a bit of saltiness on your tongue before you had started moving.
You bobbed you head up and down on his six inch cock, taking your time with it as your hands gripped his thighs with every hit his tip had made on the back of your throat; causing you to tear up slightly despite keeping your composure. Gojo on the other hand couldn’t, his back arching as you sucked and his toes curling with every bob you made. “O-oh fuck! Sh-shit, you’re so f-fucking good at this babe!~” he mewled, his eyes tearing up as his glasses slipped down his nose. That sentence alone encouraged you to take him deeper, wanting to be even more good for him.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who came immediately as you took him to the hilt, his white bush meeting your nose as tears rolled down your cheeks—but not from you. No, but from your boyfriend above— his face tear ridden as hiccups escaped from his parted lips as his hands found your hair; pulling on it as he hunched over your head, spurts of his creamy nut spilling down your throat as your practically forced to take it. You gently pull off of him with a cough, white residue being left on your tongue before swallowing it as you held his now softening cock in your hand. “Th-thank you, thank you, thank you—” he repeated, his body still experiencing the after shocks as you gently rubbed his face.
Perverted! Nerdjo- who immediately eats you out after, pulling you onto the bed as he spread your legs open as you yelped at him which quickly turned into sudden moans as he pushed aside your underwear and began to ravage you; his tongue licking a stripe of your ripe cunt which made the both of y’all shiver. He indulged himself to the meal in front of him, squelching noises being made as he slobbered all over you—your juices going down his chin as he pushed his tongue inside you, making you arch against his nose as it pressed harshly against your clit.
You moan from the sudden sensation, practically riding his face as he pulled you more closer to him—not letting you run away from this as he began to get addicted to the taste of you. He didn’t even want a breath of air, deciding that this was the best way to die. He didn’t even stop as his jaw began to ache, even when you started pulling on his roots as you got closer and closer to your release. Not even when you squirted onto his face, his mouth still munching on you as he gulped down the last of whatever your cunt had to give; pressing one last kiss on your clit before sucking on it hard enough for you to see stars.
“Satoruuuuu!” You yelp, his eyes rolling back as he came again just by the sounds you gave him; panting harshly against your pussy before licking one last stripe on you before sitting up. His face was covered in your bodily fluids, making you want to die as you laid there gasping for air.
“Marry me…” he muttered, falling on top of you causing the both of you to be sticky and wet. You wrapped your arms around him, not even fazed by his statement as you nodded your head. “Ok…” you replied in a daze, still caught in the afterglow of the greatest orgasm of your life.
This took so long omg but I’m glad it’s done and I hope y’all like this one!! I might do part three?
“h-hah baby.. fuck!” satoru throws his head back, hips arching upward as you bounce on his cock reverse cowgirl style.
he looved this position for a variety of reasons, mostly because of the way your ass would move, reaching out to squeeze a handful of the soft, supple globes and watching as your pussy greedily swallowed every inch, slamming up and down on him repeatedly, echoing smacks! of skin on skin filling the room.
you had been going for quite some time now, your hips never faltering as satoru feels his taut stomach grow even achingly knottier, each heaving breath an effort as his eyes fall half-lidded.
“s-slow down.. mmph!” he moans as you pause, only to roll and gyrate your hips, cock molding your gummy insides perfectly as his thickened tip hits deep into your cervix, dragging swelteringly hot strokes back n’ forth as the sensitive veins lining his dick thump thump!
“such a biiig stretch..” you toss him a look over your shoulder, eyelashes lowered and fluttering, and your cheeks flushed. “feels s’good ‘toru..”
he closes his eyes briefly, the coil in his stomach tightening as your sticky thighs and dripping cunt hover over him and raise yourself up and down, riding him into oblivion with a mischievous little smile.
you knew what you were doing.
his hands come to your hips, helping you to bounce faster, feeling your pussy clamp tight before spasming, a slutty little moan drifting out of your mouth as you cream all over his cock, drenching him in honeyed slick. “mmph.. cumming, cumming..!”
and as your cunt tightens and clenches hard around him, until every ridge and vein of his is contoured to your warm, plush walls, it’s all too much.
“baby..! get off! get off!”
satoru tries to warn you desperately of his furiously fast-approaching orgasm, his cock throbbing deep into you, as he tries to hold off and lift you off him, but you’re too far gone, coming down from your own climax with euphoria.
he screws his eyes shut tightly, trying to last but then you wriggle your hips, wedging him deeper, pussy squeezing like a vice and it’s over.
endless spurts of ribbons n’ ribbons of creamy white pulse into you as steadily, satoru’s grip on your hips pins you down on top of him while he fills you up, a milky white ring forming around his base as he sucks in gasping heaves of breath.
you shudder, your voice coming out in a whine. “s’toru are you.. cumming?”
his cock is still drooling stringy wads as his answer comes strained and breathless. “fuck.. m’sorry baby. i couldn’t.. pull out.”
TOJI FUSHIGURO
“please doll.. need you s’bad.” rough palms slide up your stomach to cup your breasts, toji’s veiny, thickened tip bumping your entrance as he leans over you, jagged scar on his lip coming to brush your cheek gruffly as he pleads with you.
“b-but we don’t have an.. ah.. condom!” you manage to breathe, your body betraying you as it squirms and tries to align itself with toji’s round, pulsing cock head, smearing the sloshing slick of your cunt back n’ forth with a hoarse grunt.
“i can pull out.. heh.” his already sweaty forehead is pressed to yours, head drooping downward as he sucks in feverish breath after feverish breath, hips slightly grinding against the plush softness of your tummy for relief.
your legs part slightly, revealing the beads of shimmery sheen dripping from between your thighs, your need palpable from the way your puffy clit twitches and throbs. “o-okay.. just please.”
he chuckles lowly at the sight, voice catching in a slight growl as he slots himself between, heavy jumping cock resting against you.
he splays a big hand across your stomach, just above your belly button, and you feel him start to push in, chubbed inch by inch. “gonna feel me all the way here..” he pushes down slightly on the growing bulge steadily sheathing itself deep inside you.
you moan out something caught between a whimper and a plead, and with one sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, bludgeony tip prodding into your cervix and heavy balls smacking against your ass.
and he’s already moving, one hand coming to your throat, holding you down as he ravages you, shamelessly throwing his head back and grunting.
you had never felt him raw before, and your glassy eyes rolled back at how every delicious vein, curve, and ridge of his cock was plummeting inside you, shaping your insides to fit him perfectly.
“ohh.. so mm’ fucking tight..” he growls softly, slamming his hips roughly into you, grip bruising as he hits your cushy, sweet spot repeatedly, watching your face contort in drunken pleasure, lascivious drool pouring out of your slacken jaw. “feels even better without a.. hah.. piece of rubber in the way.”
thick digits wander down to your puffy bud, rubbing slow circles as you squirm, whining how close you are, before all of a sudden, you’re cumming hard, absolutely drenching toji’s muscular lower abdominals in your squirt, his nasty hips reeling back before suddenly pausing.
“did you jus’..” he shudders, hips twitching frantically as he begins to pull out, but he’s too slow as his sudden orgasm washes over him all at once, hot, sweltering gushes of seed that fill you to the very brim of your overstuffed cunt, so much pouring out in creamy sheens, it has your stomach bulging and sloshing with it all.
“toooji..” you whine, peering at how gooey wads of white dribble down your thighs messily, clearly not having pulled out.
and still cumming, he looks up at you sheepishly with glossy eyes.
"wan' be a pretty mama, doll? 'cause you just might be after this.."
KENTO NANAMI
nanami was a practical man, he worked hard at his office, he was sweet to you even during intimacy, his hands were always gentle and composed, and he definitely didn’t forget protection.
but that all went out the window the second you, his pretty wife came to visit him at his office, bringing along a special lunch you had cooked just for him, knowing how stressed and overworked your poor husband was.
and a few minutes later, with his sloppy hips pistoning in and out of you, and your tits pressed harshly against his desk with your cheek squished against his neatly stacked paperwork, it turned out he was hungry for something else..
“got all dolled up jus’ f’me?” he coos softly, slamming his reddened cock, blushing and beading pearly precum at the tip in n’ out roughly, your skirt and panties bunched up at your waist carelessly, visible to anyone who walks by kento’s office.
but he doesn’t seem to care, usually neatly trimmed blonde hair sticking to his forehead sweatily, plunging himself so deep into you, you swear you can feel him all the way in your throat, a dumb little fucked-out expression on your face as you cling onto the rattling desk for dear life, back arched so sluttily as his hands grasp tightly onto your hips, rolling you back n' forth onto his cock, you're surprised no one else hears the filthily wet noises echoing throughout the office.
“darling, i might have to pull out..” he sucks in gasping heaves of breath, brows knitting together almost painfully as he tries to hold off his oncoming orgasm, placing his hands on your hips gently to slide himself out of your gummy warmth, much to your dismay.
“w-wait, m’so closeee!” you whine, backing up steadily into him to suck in more of his fat cock. “just a lil’ longer, c’mon..”
and oh, who was nanami to say no to his darling wife?
with a winding tightness in his stomach, he fucks into you harder, hips slapping against you with every thrust, until you’re whining, messy tears spilling from your eyes as your scorching hot walls clamp so tight around him, he couldn’t pull out if he tried.
and then you’re cumming, your pussy drooling your saturated shimmery essence, and fluttering around nanami’s sensitive, twitching dick.
“honey.. ngh!”
and that’s all he can say, before he’s absolutely dumping loads n’ loads of sticky white seed into your clamping pussy, euphoria overtaking his senses as he drills his cock deeper, forcing you to take every last drop.
"fuck sweetheart!" he curses low as his hips snap ferally into yours, unable to stop the copious amounts of hot white cum he's endlessly spurting into you, your traitorous cunt milking him for all he's worth as you squeak in surprise.
"kentooo.." you watch his milky dredges drip! drip! drip! out of your messy, sloppy pussy, folds stickily glued together, as his hand comes almost reverently to push on the little bump in your stomach, watching in awe as all of his creamy ropes instantly gush out of you generously.
"sorry honey.." his voice is raspy, strained, but his eyes are heavy-lidded and filled with desire. "but this makes me think.. wan' have a baby?"
CHOSO KAMO
your plushy thighs sprawl apart under the frantically panting man above you, practically ripping your panties off as he nuzzles his cock between your thighs, humping softly with needy little tears pricking at his dark, fluttering lashes.
“i knooow i didn’t bring a condom..” he whines, thick leaky member pulsating steadily in between you, thickened mushroomy head ever so slightly bumping the entrance of your pussy as he pleads.
"buut i'll be good, swear! m'gonna.. hah.. pull out! please just let me.."
his dick nestles itself in between your sappy sticky folds, choso's hips rutting animalistically back n' forth between them, barely restraining himself from just plunging into your hot, gooey walls right then and there.
"s'okay cho.." you whisper, stroking through his messy black space buns and tugging slightly, causing a whine to leave his throat. "just fuck me."
instantly his hands are fumbling to wrap around your waist, as he sloowly pushes himself in, groaning at your tight clamping muscles of resistance as you squeeze around him tightly.
you had always used protection, so the feeling of him going in raw was completely unlike anything you'd ever felt before.
every throbbing vein, pulsing ridge, and his hot bulbous tip pressed directly into your cervix is magnified, making the room hot n' humid, choso's feverish forehead dropping onto yours with a pathetic little moan.
experimentally, he pulls out until only the tip is inside you before slamming himself back in harshly, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing as he quickly finds a pace, fucking you roughly, with your legs intertwined behind his back.
you moan softly as his hefty balls slap into your ass with every thrust, tits pressed against his sweaty bare chest only heightening your sensations until you're so close to cumming, you can taste it, your vision starting to blacken at the corners.
choso is close too, obviously not able to last very long with the feeling of your bare pussy wrapped around him like a vice, his grunts turning breathier and needier as he feels his stomach go taut.
and just as he's about to regretfully pull out of your warm, welcoming cunt, you squeal, legs tightening around his back and effectively trapping him as you gush all over his poor, sensitive cock, stringy drools of your slick running down all along your thighs messily.
"uungh..! baby! baby open your legs!" he tries to get out, but he's barely able to finish the last word before he's absolutely spurting heaps of buttery seed, unable to stop as he shudders, hips stuttering and bucking into you sloppily.
you have a cute little flushed look on your face as you come down from your high, staring at where you two are connected, and watching choso's hot, slithery ropes seep out of you steadily with a little giggle.
you shift, widening your legs as you press a kiss to his nose. "s'okay cho, i'm on the pill."
he lets out a shameless whimper, throwing his head back as his hips press further into you. "that's good 'cause m'still cumming.."
Pairing: StalkerPlug!Choso x Reader
cw: fem!reader, Choso is kinda creepy and awkward, shy, mentions of drugs and alc, frat party, stalker vibes from Choso, Obessed with reader, SMUT, sucking his d, masturbation
for my sweet: @magnol1aaa3 I HOPE U LIKKEE
Your plug, just some alternative looking guy you bought your fix from.
The price for his baggies was suspiciously cheap, but hey, a girl can't complain.
You knew his name and what days were best to meet up with him at the park near your dorm. That's about it. He was kinda cute.
He knew much more.
Much so much muuuch more about you.
Choso Kamo was a bit of a freak- an obsessed, utterly smitten freak.
When he saw you in real life, he was unable to speak, just mumbling a thanks or a hum after getting cash from you, fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirts or gnawing on his lip piercings, eyes unable to look at yours- your presence making him shy.
He kept the bills you gave him in his pillowcase.
Never giving them out to anyone, he needed to have some part of you near. Something you had touched.
You never saw him around the campus, but he saw you.
How you walked with friends between lectures, where you went for lunch and how you always booked the corner study spot in the library.
God you looked so pretty.
He liked the days where you didn't have any makeup on, eye bags and all. You just… just were so perfect.
It didn't help that he was a avid weed smoker, every time that he got high, all he could think about was you.
Crying and sniffling while fisting his obscenely large cock to the image of your face, your legs in those skirts you sometimes wore. He had a painfully vivid imagination.
If he got lucky, you'd go out in a tank top. And he could picture the exact spot where your areolas or nipples were.
He wanted you so bad, it made him sob.
Your social media wasn't safe at all.
You had your usual profile, public to family and surface level friends.
But you also had a private one.
A spam account of sorts- and he somehow got in, he kept track of every new post, every new story or what you reposted or liked. He especially liked the thirst traps you'd post there, the videos of you lip syncing or silly clips of you playing a game or with friends.
It felt like he was apart of everything.
He saw it all.
He knew you so well, knew your habits, your schedule.
It was honestly creepy. But he couldn't help himself.
He knew you were single, but if some other guy came up to you or got too friendly… he took note.
And if that sad bastard came to Choso to get some of his supply- he marked it higher than necessary.
Thoughts of lacing their shit crossed his mind… but he wasn't trying to go to jail. Who would get to stalk you daily then?
A party.
A frat party down in one of the houses, hosted by Gojo and his buddy Sukuna.
You were going.
Choso knew.
So he went too.
You had just arrived, in some shorts that hugged your thighs in a delicious way and a top that made your tits look heavenly- Choso was standing in a corner by the kitchen, but he saw you come in.
You split with your friends, starting to walk to the drink and food table. Heading right in his direction.
Choso, the poor guy started to panic, fingers awkwardly fixing the oversized t shirt he wore, rings hitting one another on his stacked fingers, his hair done up in those cute messy buns- he tried to fluff before you got close enough to notice him fumbling around.
"Oh, hey Choso!" You called over the music, giving him a small smile before picking up a fresh cup from the side and filling it up with some mystery jungle juice.
Choso wanted to say hi, but his pale complexion had started to turn pink, nodding his head as a greeting.
What a loser. A really attractive one.
I mean.. he was the most decent one out of anyone you saw right now, so why not chat with him for now.
You found yourself leaning against the wall beside him, sipping on the drink while you tried to form some sort of conversation.
"So how's business, Chos?"
The nickname made him swallow, dark eyes unable to focus on one spot while talking with you.
"Good…i guess.."
"You have any on you?"
"A bit…"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Now he made eye contact, looking surprised by the question. In his thoughts, you were his wife already but he can't say that, now can he.
"No…"
"I'm single too." You took a drink, looking over to someone screaming about Toji taking his shirt off.
"I know." Choso blurted out, getting jealous that you were trying to peek at the commotion and away from him, not thinking about what his tongue spoke.
You turned your head sideways back to him and laughed, taking it lightheartedly.
"Yeah, it's obvious, right?"
You got a few more drinks in you, even making the quiet guy take some shots to get as tipsy as you.
Choso gained the courage and asked if you wanted to go share what he had on him outside.
Sitting on the steps on the porch, you leaned your shoulder against his, taking a deep inhale and filling your lungs, turning to blow some in his face with a laugh before passing the joint to his trembling fingers.
This was like a dream to him.
You looked so cute… and his mind was so warm and fuzzy.
An awkward smile was on his pierced lips, feeling happy.
You liked this Kamo.
You liked him enough to suggest you dip from the party and just go to his place instead after finishing the smoke sesh.
You held his hand the whole way.
You were too giddy to notice how clammy it was, or how nervous Choso was this whole time, looking like some flustered teenage boy talking to a girl for the first time.
His apartment was clean and well organised, he was tidy like that.
In a lovely high you craved to suck on something.
So you got Choso on his own bed- hungrily pulling his baggy jeans down and getting to work.
You didn't question how he was was painfully hard already… not like hes had a stiffy since the party.
You kissed down the welcoming happy trail.
Poor guy's hands didn't know where to hold on to.
One almost ripping at the bedsheets and the other gently cupping the side of your face, watching as your glossy lips kissed at his pinkish tip.
How they wrapped around his fat base- how the drool bubbled and dribbled down to his trimmed hair and slid down his tightening balls.
He got to cum down your throat, and he swore god was real because no way was this happening.
You stayed the night, haphazardly taking your clothes off and cuddling up to his side. Choso's arms were warm around you, as if he was cradling something more valuable than diamonds. (He was)
He had never fallen asleep so satiated in his life. All of his fantasies of having you all to himself slowly becoming true.
An alarm blaring woke you up, groaning while flopping your arm across the bed to find the annoying sound.
It was Choso's phone.
You hit the stop alarm button and yawned.
The sweet boy was hugging your middle, face buried in the side of your neck- looking like a sleeping baby. How peaceful.
You had a slight headache, but you didn't feel like regret and misery after last night. So that was good.
While Choso babbled about some sort of dream he was having against your skin… you took the sneaky opportunity to look trough his phone.
Cmon, you would too.
The face ID worked on half of his sleepy face.
You opened the home screen…. and there was a picture of you.
Something you never had posted, and for sure you hadn't taken.
The image was cute, don't get me wrong, it got your good side.
But why the hell was it on his phone.
You glanced to the notifications bar.
The alarm you turned off had been called "check @/yneedprivacy".
That was your private account.
You slowly scrolled trough his apps and opened the social media… lo and behold he saw all of your content. You don't remember him requesting to follow you.
Before you could get to anything else, Choso stirred around and started to open his eyes.
The hell do you do now?
Demand answers and humiliate him
Act as if you hadn't discoverer something creepy as fuck
Summary — You had signed up for a coed dorm since all the ones in the women’s unit were all taken. Deciding it was whatever, you had finished packing your stuff in your chosen room until you heard a soft click in the main room. You went to check it out and saw none other than the notorious know-it-all Gojo Satoru who just so happen to be your roommate for the next semester. Lucky you.
Warnings!!(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)— Gojo being a pervert, Gojo being a crybaby, reader being naive as hell, fleshlight, pocket pussy’s, mention of reader’s pussy, panty stealing, masturbating, Gojo being a peeping tom, Gojo kinda being a weirdo, reader being so nice, insecure Gojo, rich Gojo, big dick Gojo, kinda bad smut, some fluff!
Perverted! Nerdjo who was so surprised to see as someone as beautiful as you in the same room as him—much less the same dorm. His cheeks reddened as he stammered over his words, his eyes everywhere but meeting yours as he introduced himself with a awkward tone. “Oh, h-hey! I’m Satoru Gojo, but I’m sure you already knew that. Why wouldn’t you? Sorry, that was so dumb of me to assume. I just—“
Perverted! Nerdjo who didn’t expect you to smile at him, halting his speech as his brain short circuited; not knowing whether if you were laughing at him or with him. But he didn’t say anything funny for it must’ve been the former. His cheeks were tomato red, his palms sweaty as he gulped down the last of his confidence he had before he walked inside this room with you.
But what he hadn’t known was how cute you had found him, your chuckles erupting at his stuttering and shyness. You surely didn’t expect how adorable Satoru was, even as he pushed up his glasses like a classic nerd or as he fidgeted in place under your gaze. So cute.
Perverted! Nerdjo who after a few weeks(one week and three days to be exact) can’t help be utterly in love with you. More so his leaky cock. He can’t get enough of seeing you every day now, hearing you talk, watching you study, making you laugh. It’s all too addicting, his body needing more of it. He can’t help but begin to push around and test his limits.
Perverted! Nerdjo who began stealing your dirty panties from your hamper while you were gone for whatever it was you had to do, running back to his room as he shut the door behind him and looked at the wonder ahead of him. He brought your baby blue underwear to his face, holding the cloth where your damp pussy sits in to his nose as he took a deep inhale; a shudder releasing from him as his cock began to feel a bit tight in his jeans.
Perverted! Nerdjo who was fisting his dick into his hand on his digimon bed while the other held your panties to his nostrils like his life depended on it, letting out weak whimpers every now and then as he imagined it was your pussy he was sniffing; his tongue darting out to suck the soiled cloth into his awaiting mouth as his eyes rolled back. His head hit his pillows, his eyes shutting closed as he felt his balls tighten and began working overtime on his poor, red cock which was begging him to cum.
Perverted! Nerdjo who laid there in post-nut clarity, feeling like the biggest perv in the world with your underwear sticking to his face and cum splattered all over his hand and t-shirt. He quickly hid your now even dirtier panties under his mattress to “throw away” before you came back, deciding what was done is done and vowed to never do anything like that again.
Perverted! Nerdjo who completed lied to himself as he infused that into his daily routine, as well as watching you change whenever you left a creak in the door open, and masturbating on top of your bed whenever you left, or imagining it was you he was fucking instead of his pocket pussy as he watched hentai during the dead of night. It’s not like you’ll find out.
You’re way too busy with your own stuff to realize what he’s doing; not thinking too much about how much underwear you have been missing lately. How your sheets are always rumpled every time you come home despite doing your bed every morning. How your clothes are beginning to smell like Satoru even though you just washed laundry.
Perverted! Nerdjo who one day was bullying his cock into his new fleshlight whilst moaning out your name over and over on your bed had finally been caught by none other than you. You had just gotten back from class and discovered your shy and sweet roommate humping his sex toy on your sheets; the smell of lube and sweat filling your nose. He hadn’t even realized you were standing there with wide eyes and parted lips at the sight before you as he rammed his six inch flustered cock into the plastic whilst he scrunched his face up with his glasses sliding down his nose.
“Satoru?…” you say with a flustered expression, not even knowing what to do as you dumbly stood there before he finally heard you say his name— his movements coming to an interrupted stop as his head snapped towards your direction. His mouth was gaped open, his rosy cheeks becoming even more pink as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t believe it, his worst fear had came to life; you finding him in the act with a disgusted expression on your face while screaming at him to get out.
Perverted! Nerdjo was now full on crying on your bed, begging for your forgiveness with a pleading expression on his fucked out face while you stood there confused. “Please! I-I didn’t mean to do this! I’m sorry, I’m so so s-sorry! Just don’t be mad!” He hiccuped, his body shaking as you walked closer to his weeping body. “I’m not mad at you, Satoru…” you softly said, reaching out to wipe the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he looked up at you only to find a small, comforting smile on your pretty face.
Perverted! Nerdjo who looked at you confused, “W-what?” He softly let out, letting you fix his glasses which were surely crooked on his face as you calmly explained how you didn’t mind him acting or doing something like this. How cool you were if he decided to masturbate on your bed or to your pictures. Just you being this accepting made him nut hands free, his face scrunching in pleasure as he painted your sheets white with a low groan.
Perverted! Nerdjo who began indulging his perverted routine into your daily life; jacking off in front of you as you worked on some project for class, sniffing your crotch like some puppy under the table as the sounds of him shoving his cock into his fleshlight filled the room while you were eating breakfast, whimpering out loud as you lightly touched his painfully hard cock which made him cum within seconds. This was a dream come true for him, practically already planning his vows for when he marries you.
Perverted! Nerdjo who sets up a planned dinner to officially ask you out at a five star restaurant which he reserved privately just for the two of you, fidgeting around with the table cloth when he finally sees you. You took the breath from him, a nice satin, blue dress which showed your figure and a cute ponytail which swayed as you walked over to him, a cheesy smile on your face as you took your seat in front of him while looking around the place.
“This is a rather expensive place, ‘toru. I’ve never been to one before.” You say, a small blush spreading your cheeks as he wraps his hand around yours, looking at his face to see a bit of worried expression on his features as he carefully thought out his next choice of words.
“Will you g-go out with me?” He asked as he was already getting prepared to get rejected by you, not daring to meet your eyes as he tightened his hold on your hand in worry as you took and unusually long time to answer back.
“I thought we were going out?”
Thank you guys so much for reading this and I hoped you liked it!!! This was genuinely my first time ever writing smut or a one shot like this so be easy one me. If y’all want a part two let me know so I could whip one out for y’all!! Byeee!!
when they’re so turned on that they whine n say “it hurtss” or “I need ur help plsss” and start shamelessly palming themself or rubbing themself through their pants 🤭😵💫
I’ll bite you randomly. You’re cooking? I’ll hug you from behind and give you a gentle bite on your shoulder. We’re watching tv? I’m chewing on your arm. Snuggle time? I’m laying my full body weight on top of you and digging my teeth into your neck. This time I’m going to clamp down and hold, just appreciating the way your skin feels between my teeth :) and if you groan about it I’ll slot myself between your legs and start grinding into you.
Honestly situations where you want to fuck so bad but can’t yet are so fucking hot. When you’re making out and dry humping each other and you know you can’t go further, but their hand is down your pants and you never needed something so bad in your life. And their tongue is in your mouth and you’re so turned on it feels like it would take no time at all to get you off. I love being so deliriously horny that you would do anything to get to fuck them. I love being needy and desperate and down bad.
He's too old for kids, but the risk is worth it when he hears your breathy whines. When he feels the clench of your pussy as you pull him in deeper with your heels. He's drunk on the feel of you. The pain of the missions subsiding as your nails distract him. Leaving their own set of marks against his skin.
The risk of kids was worth it as his balls slap against your ass. His pubic hair grinding against your clit as it peaks for his attention. You are turned on, wild and craving him. He can feel it as your arousal spills as he moves his cock. The noise obscene as it grows audible over the breathy moans escaping you both.
You can feel him growing closer, his cock twitching so far inside you. The tip dragging along your g-spot and kissing your cervix. For someone who doesn't want kids - he seems very eager to make one. To stuff you full of himself as you just lay there taking it.
It's only his warmth you feel when he lets go. It floods your walls like it belonged there.
On the wrestling to grinding w/ best friend Kyo, your head resting on his forearm as he's leaning on his elbow above you, other hand on your hip. Wet kisses trailed up your neck and his hot breath fanning across your cheek. Every now and then there's a particularly rough thrust as he murmurs apologies in your ear. This isn't how he wanted it to go with you but he can't bring himself to stop
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, best friend!kyojuro rengoku, fem!reader, modern au, slight size kink, play wrestling -> dry humping pipeline, premature ejaculation. sub!kyojuro implied but the dynamic isn't too prominent in this one.
A TV drama debate quickly turned into playful shoving, which naturally turned into roughhousing, a common practice between you and the man you've known since you could walk. The show is paused in the background, illuminating your bodies in the darkness of your living room as you wrestle on the couch you were previously cuddling on.
You continue to argue over the protagonist's love life, though you put too much weight into a lunge, sending both of you tumbling onto the floor. Ouch.
“Oof!” Kyojuro grunts, the wind temporarily knocked out of him as his back meets the carpet, and your body follows, falling atop his.
He rolls over, caging your body beneath his, undeterred by the tumble and you're reminded of just how big he is. He isn't the gangly teen you remember pushing around anymore, but a grown man. It's difficult to reconcile that dorky teen with the pile of muscle he's become. Jeez, when did he bulk up so much? And as you clutch uselessly at his bulging biceps to shove him off you, you can't help but feel him up a little longer than necessary.
Kyojuro's warm weight atop you is all-consuming, sapping the strength from your limbs his body heat melts into yours. Still, you twist in his hold, ignoring the fluttering in your chest to capture him in a headlock. He knocks your arms out of the way, hands sliding beneath you to grip your shoulders, and one of his muscled thighs hooking beneath yours to prevent you from kicking.
You huff, unable to do much but squirm. And squirm you do, never one to give up.
He loves your fire almost as much as he loves the way you pout when you lose. Before he can gloat, your hips shift over his groin at just the right angle. Kyojuro's bulge is almost perfectly lodged between your thighs, the warmth between them radiating through your clothing. His breath hitches, muscles tensing in response before a violent shudder overtakes him.
Though he fights to regain control of himself, his cock throbs in his pants, and Buddha he hopes you can't feel him getting hard. You'd tease him endlessly for it, he's sure of it.
Get a hold of yourself, Kyojuro. His eyes pinch shut, cheeks ruddy with warm blood as he feels his body fill with fire. When his golden eyes re-open, he's met with an expression on your face that nearly makes him moan aloud.
Your brows are twisted in concentration, perhaps to hide how flustered you are by his proximity. Your lips parted slightly, chest heaving from the exertion of your scuffle. Buddha forgive him, his body moves without thought, hips rutting against yours. His swelling erection drags deliciously over your clothed cunt, eliciting a deep rumbling groan that vibrates his whole chest.
Your nails prick into his back, leaving behind red crescent moons on his skin and fuck that feels good too.
Kyojuro murmurs a slurred apology, dipping his head down as his shame paints his cheeks red. Even as he apologizes his hips won't stop, and the feeling of his warm breath on your throat makes you shiver. The shock of the realization that your best friend is humping you leaves you gaping stupidly, and for some reason, you don't tell him to stop.
You don't punch his shoulder and laugh it off, only stare with widening pupils as the blond all but ruts his hardness against you like an overeager puppy. Why is this so hot? Wrong in many ways obviously, but it’s intoxicating nonetheless to see him unraveling this way. And God, his cock, even through his joggers you can feel how thick he is.
“Kyo,” you began, a protest on the tip of your tongue but your breath hitches as his lips meet the tender flesh of your neck. "K-kyojuro, what are you doing...”
“I can't stop. I'm sorry, I unnnh,” Kyojuro nearly whines, his hand sliding down from your shoulder to grip your hip as his enthusiastic thrusts start to shove you across the floor. "You feel so good.”
“Don't say things like that, idiot,” you hiss, though even as you scold him, you can feel yourself getting slick. His leaking tip nudges your clit just right and you can't stop the soft sound of approval from escaping, nor your legs from locking around his bucking hips. "Fuck, don't stop.”
His cock twitches, aching against your pussy as your perceived acceptance of his desperate act sends him into a frenzy. His weight presses further onto yours, trapping you between his heavy body and the floor. When you toss your head back, his forearm cushions it.
“Love you. Love you – ohh.”
This isn't how he wanted this to go, how he's always imagined himself confessing his feelings for you. But he can't deny either of you this maddening friction, every single rational thought stolen away by your gasping moans.
“Can feel how big you are. Shit, c’mere.”
Your fingers wind in his flaxen hair, gathering it in your fist close to his scalp and tugging his head away from your neck to slant your lips over his. Your clumsy kiss is electric, all he’s ever imagined it would be and not enough all at once, and his hips stutter against yours. He shakes all over, eyes rolling back with a choked cry into your mouth as he abruptly cums in his pants.
“Sorry, I’m… fuuuck,” he whimpers against your lips, the feeling of your tongue slipping past his parted lips forcing another spurt out of him. “Ah. Hmm, wow.”
His half-lidded, apologetic gaze meets yours, a bead of sweat dripping down his hairline.
“What the fuck,” you start, half-chuckling half in disbelief of what just happened. His face burns with the humiliation of not only humping his best friend like some pervert but also blowing his load from you kissing him, like a loser. Before he can apologize again, he takes in your dilated pupils and the way your hips still undulate beneath his heavy weight. “That was so hot.”
In his post-orgasmic haze, he can only groan in response, pressing his face into your shoulder.
“And pathetic,” you teased, and for some reason his softening cock twitches. And of course you notice, because he’s still slotted against your cunt, which is no doubt a sloppy mess of your own slick beneath your clothes. You hadn’t cum, but you hardly care, still on cloud nine from simply watching your favorite person unravel.
“So cruel,” he huffs, nipping at your shoulder in retaliation.
“You like it. A bit too much apparently– yeowch!” another, harder bite follows, and you erupt in giggles as his thick digits dig into your sides, tickling you. “Touchy. Now are you gonna get up and let me fuck you properly, or are you too tuckered out, pretty boy?”
The way he scrambles off of you and starts pulling at his clothes is way too cute.
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