goatgeek

...or it was, until you accidentally flashed his friends!

pairing: teacher!Geto x gf!reader

content: MDNI, au where Geto never defected, unprotected piv sex, flashing, spitting, doggy style, obligatory reader gets stuck porn trope oneshot LMFAO, established relationships, soft dom Geto ig, he's a lil possessive, implied taking photos during sex, creampie, guys it's just filthy

prompt sixteen from @egglain dickcember !! the absolutely GORGEOUS art by @zuunary (who everyone should go follow seriously) and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

There wasn't much you wouldn't do for your boyfriend.

Apparently that included discarding your dignity at the door, considering the fact you were currently wearing nothing under your skirt, the cold draft creeping through the broken window of his office more unforgiving than usual considering how much of you was left bare under the short, thin fabric.

Suguru was supposed to show twenty minutes ago.

But you couldn't exactly ask him where he was considering he didn't know where you were right now. Which was sitting in his chair, riffling through all the papers and notes of his desk (most of which were silly ones you'd stuck to his lunch, ones you guessed he'd peeled off and saved somewhere he thought you wouldn't see). The long coat and scarf you'd worn over your clothes here was thrown across of the opposing armchairs, but you were starting to consider throwing it back on before you froze half to death, starting to shiver, nipples already hardening and starting to poke through the your almost see-through shirt.

Warm autumn air drifts lazily across the cracked parking lot, pushing brittle leaves over the worn asphalt. The car finally slows to a stop, the engine cutting off in front of the old red-brick fraternity house.

You climb out, the crisp fall air brushing pleasantly against your skin. Out of habit, you adjust the leather strap of your bag on your shoulder, but it does nothing to ease the tension sitting in your chest.

You won't even be starting college until next year.

The trunk slams open behind you with a dull thud.

Your dad, grumbling under his breath like always, starts unloading boxes while your mom immediately begins counting the endless bags of homemade food they brought for Toji. Of course they couldn't show up empty-handed. Your brother's always had a ridiculous appetite after spending hours at the gym.

"Go get your brother," your mom says without even looking up. "Tell him to help your father."

"Mhm..."

Your answer comes out quiet, almost absentminded. You give a lazy nod before heading toward the fraternity house.

You think Toji's room is on the second floor...

Or was it the first?

there’s just something about you seeing you on top of him that turns his insides into a syrupy mess, knees weak. maybe it’s because kento nanami is a man who strives on order and control, and you’ve found a way to slither your way through his system.

it’s probably because when you murmur his name in that honeyed voice of yours, he knows he’s a total goner.

“mm, my beautiful wife,” he rumbles, hands smoothing over your waist, eyes lidded as he watches your hips rise and fall in that slow, tantalizing rhythm that drives him mad. “doing such a good job, sweetheart.”

all you can manage is a series of little moans in return, too caught up in how his cock feels inside you, so perfectly nudged in your walls, filling you just right. how his tip bumps against that gooey spot that makes you clench around him tighter, or how he groans your name with a low, rough sound.

there’s your tits, too — nanami’s always been rather partial to them — that he loves to capture between his lips, biting down gently on the stiffened peaks. he loves how you squeal his name, mouth curving into a cute little smile, and he loves how you manage to look so adorable and utterly debauched at the same time.

if his lips aren’t on you he’s cupping your chest with such devoted reverence, so softly. the contrast from how he pistons his cock into you, sharp and quick, makes your mind blank.

nanami’s favourite part of it all, perhaps, is that he can look up at your pretty face when you finish. he loves seeing your features twist in pleasure, your kiss-swollen lips part, brows furrowing just slightly. your eyes rolling back as you climax, gushing a mess around his cock, hands digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave little crescents.

and after he’s made you cum at least four times (he’s a man, after all), you droop down onto his chest, burying your face in his neck, clinging onto his biceps. he coos your name gently, strokes your hair, and smiles to himself when you whine about being too sore to walk tomorrow.

──── ୨୧ ────

“You’re soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?”

His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.

“But not here, right?” He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.

You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.

“Of course not,” he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, “because only I’m allowed inside, isn’t that right, pet?”

As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.

pro-gamer!Geto who gets dumped for not making enough time for his girlfriend, forgetting to text her back during matches and cancelling plans last-minute when he gets sucked into a new game, and sure, maybe he knew he was being shitty, but he thought he could make it work once he moved in with her

pro-gamer!Geto who never thought the day would come where Gojo had a girlfriend and he didn't, but is now single and struggling to find a new lease on short-notice when half his stuff already in boxes and taking up space in a spare storage room at his best friend's place

pro-gamer!Geto who thinks he's found the perfect fit when Gojo's girlfriend suggests he moves in with her friend, who claims she's been looking for someone who minds their own business and keeps to themselves - with a little soundproofing, he could stream in peace

pro-gamer!Geto who realizes he was wrong two days after he signs the six-month lease

pro-gamer!Geto who can live with your shoes left haphazardly by the front door, can put up the dishes you forget in the dishwasher and move your clothes from the washing machine to the dryer, but thinks he might burst a blood vessel when you pop through his bedroom door in a tiny little tank top for the tenth time this month balancing a plate of mozzarella sticks and a can of soda in one hand, peering over his shoulder and squinting at the game on screen, oblivious to the fact you have once again derailed the entire chat and got him killed

pro-gamer!Geto who tries to explain to you that he appreciates the thought of you bringing him food but he's kind of in the middle of something just for you to laugh in his face and say it's not for him

pro-gamer!Geto who is dumbfounded when you stick one in his still-open mouth anyway, giggling to yourself and making a joke about him needing a life before slipping out the door and shutting it behind you

pro-gamer!Geto who definitely has a life, one that other people would probably even be envious of, a career he doesn't have to leave his room for, an online (cult) following, more sponsors and deals than he could ask for - so why does he feel like he has to prove it to you?

pro-gamer!Geto who invites you to sit and watch the next stream with him (because then, you'll have to see) just for you to decline, offering him a pout and a tilt of your head like you pitied him when you say maybe another time?

pro-gamer!Geto who pushes back his stream an hour just to linger in the living room, pretending to watch TV to see what you turned him down for

pro-gamer!Geto who doesn't realize his brow twitches, his frown deepens when you pop out of your bedroom in a dress that barely leaves anything to the imagination, only offering him a small wave that hardly acknowledges his presence before hurrying out to some girls night or what? a date?

pro-gamer!Geto who hates to admit you just might have a point

“do you know what flavour lipgloss y/n uses?” nobara asks, watching you and maki make your way back from the training grounds. “the colour’s so pretty.”

megumi barely glances up. “aren’t all lipglosses basically the same?”

“no,” nobara deadpans. “they are not all the same.”

“dunno, they’re shiny.”

yuji leans in intelligently. “i think i saw her using a strawberry one?”

from the side, yuta answers without thinking, soft and certain. “no, it tastes like cherries.”

the yard fills with silence. yuta, completely unaware, reaches for his water and smiles, looking between his friends with vague confusion. “…what?”

“…how do you know that?” nobara asks slowly. “the lip gloss.”

“what about it?”

“how do you know what it tastes like?”

yuta blinks, slowly realizing he’s just confidently identified your lipgloss flavor. what the implications of that are. his ears go faintly pink. “…i mean,” he adds, voice smaller, “it could be strawberry cherry?”

yuji furrows his brows after a long silence. “you said tastes.”

“yeah,” panda repeats, grinning. “tastes.”

the colour drains from yuta’s face, then comes the bright red. “i—i misspoke.”

“you did not,” nobara says immediately.

“i can explain,” yuta corrects, stuttering, just as a voice cuts through saying, “hey, has anyone seen my water bottle?”

you walk over with maki, towel slung around your shoulders from training, and stop as everyone turns, the atmosphere suspiciously weird.

your eyes flick from nobara’s barely contained excitement to panda’s grin to yuta, who looks seconds away from launching himself into orbit.

“…what happened?”

nobody answers, then yuji points to yuta. “he knows what your lipgloss tastes like.”

your face heats immediately. “oh.”

“oh?” nobara repeats. “OH?”

you glance at yuta, yuta glances at you. the look lasts for maybe half a second, but unfortunately, it’s the guiltiest half second in human history.

you step closer, slow smile forming. “yuta.”

he looks at you like he’s waiting for judgment. you reach up, gently tap his cheek. “you’re really bad at being secret about us.”

his shoulders drop in surrender, pink blooming up his neck, and nobara squeals, gripping megumi’s shoulders (he shoves her off). inumaki gives a “salmon” with a thumbs up.

from the bench, yuji whispers loudly, “WAIT—US?”

megumi closes his eyes. “how long’ve you been dating.”

yuta rubs a hand over his face. “….six months.”

the collective scream is loud enough to scare birds from the trees.

18+ Yuji has a hard time understanding he isn't like most people when it comes to sex.

cw: overstimulation, soreness from prior sex, consensual sex while sore, grinding, lap riding/couch sex, nipple play, breast squeezing, dirty talk, begging, light dominance, multiple orgasms, creampie.

note: I thought about this in the morning. Btw maybe I’ll post some Tokyo Revenger smut since the new season is coming out and i've been waiting for thissss.

Yuji has a hard time understanding he isn’t like most people. He knows he’s stronger, faster, and tougher than pretty much anyone else his age, but the full extent of how his body works—especially when it comes to sex—still confuses him sometimes. He just assumes everyone gets this horny every single day. That the urge to bury himself inside you hits him like clockwork the moment he wakes up, the moment he sees you stretching, the moment you walk past him in nothing but his oversized shirt. He doesn’t get tired. He doesn’t get soft for long. He can fuck for hours, cum, and be ready again minutes later, over and over, like his body was built for it.

And he loves it. He loves you. He loves how you feel around him, how you sound when you cum, how your body trembles and clenches when he keeps going even after you’ve already fallen apart.

The morning after he’d railed you for nearly three straight hours the night before, you were a wreck. Your thighs burned, your core ached deep inside, and every step sent a sore, tender throb through your pussy. You’d cum—five, six, maybe more times—until your voice had gone hoarse and your legs were shaking. Yuji had carried you to bed afterward, kissing your sweaty forehead and murmuring how perfect you were, how much he loved making you feel good.

You barely made it two steps out of the bedroom before strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Morning,” Yuji mumbled against your neck, voice still raspy with sleep but already thick with want. He pulled you backward toward the couch, spinning you gently so you faced him before dropping down onto the cushions and tugging you straight onto his lap.

The second your weight settled over him, straddling his thighs, you felt it—his cock twitching beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, already swelling rapidly against your sore, covered pussy.

Your eyes widened. “Yuji… seriously?”

He blinked up at you with that bright, innocent smile, like he genuinely didn’t understand why you were surprised. His hands slid under the hem of your shirt cupping your bare tits immediately, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. They hardened instantly under his touch.

“What? I woke up and you weren’t there,” he said, squeezing gently, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you whimpered. “Missed you. Missed this.” He rocked his hips up, grinding his now fully hard cock against you. The thick length pressed right against your swollen clit through the thin layers of fabric, making your pussy clench involuntarily.

You braced your hands on his shoulders, breathing shakily. “Baby… I’m so fucking sore. You fucked me for so long last night. I can barely walk straight. How are you already this hard?”

Yuji tilted his head, those big brown eyes going soft and puppy-like, full of genuine confusion and desperate need. “I just am. I always want you. Every day. All the time.” He leaned in, kissing your collarbone, then lower, sucking lightly on the side of your breast. “If you let me, I’d fuck you every single morning and every single night and I’d still never get tired. I don’t know why other guys say they need breaks. I could stay inside you all day and still want more.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you despite the ache between your legs. You whimpered as he pinched both nipples at once, tugging them just hard enough to make your back arch.

“Yuji… I’m serious. I’m really sore,” you protested weakly, even as your hips twitched against his grinding cock.

He looked up at you with those devastating puppy eyes, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed. “Please? Just a little? I’ll be gentle. I promise. I just… I need to feel you. You feel so good. Warmer and tighter and wetter than anything. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You tried to stay strong. You really did. But those eyes—those sweet, hungry, loving eyes—destroyed your resolve every single time.

“…Fine,” you whispered, already reaching down to tug his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed dark, and rock hard, the tip glistening with precum. “But you have to be careful. I’m really tender.”

Yuji’s face lit up like you’d just handed him the world. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” He kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours as he pulled your panties to the side. He lined up his fat cockhead with your sore, puffy entrance and slowly pushed in.

You gasped sharply into his mouth as he stretched you open again. Even though you were still slick from the night before and your own growing arousal, the soreness made every inch feel overwhelming. He was so thick, so long, filling you completely in one slow, steady thrust until his hips were flush against yours.

“Fuuuck,” Yuji groaned, head falling back against the couch, eyes half-lidded in bliss. “You’re so tight… even after last night. Fuck babe...” His hands gripped your hips, holding you down on his cock as he savored the feeling. “So warm. So perfect.”

You were panting already, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yuji—ahh—it hurts a little… fuck, you’re so deep.”

“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips. “I’ll make it feel good. I always do.” He started moving—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every sensitive spot inside you. The wet, obscene sound of your joined bodies filled the living room as he gradually picked up the pace.

Within minutes you were moaning loudly, overstimulated and sore but unable to stop the pleasure from building. Every thrust sent sparks through your raw nerves. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every downward grind, and Yuji’s hands were everywhere—squeezing your ass, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist to bounce you on his cock harder.

“You’re getting wetter,” he panted happily, eyes locked on where his thick shaft disappeared inside you. “Even though you’re sore, your pussy still wants me. Look at you taking me so well. My perfect girl.”

“Yuji—slow down—ahhn—I’m gonna cum already,” you cried, thighs shaking around him.

“Good. Cum for me. I love when you cum on my cock.” He thrust up harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your vision whited out. Your orgasm crashed through you, walls clamping down around his relentless dick as you trembled and gushed around him.

But Yuji didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, then past it, chasing another one. His stamina was insane—sweat beading on his forehead, muscles flexing, but his cock stayed rock hard, pounding into your overstimulated cunt without mercy.

“Again,” he growled softly, voice husky. “Cum again for me, baby. I can feel how much you need it.”

You were shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking your eyes as he railed you like a sex doll on the couch. Your sore pussy fluttered helplessly around him, every thrust sending you higher into overstimulation. He flipped you onto your back on the cushions without pulling out, hooking your legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper.

“Fuck—Yuji—too much—!” you sobbed, but your hips still lifted to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so cute when you’re all fucked out,” he murmured, kissing your tear-streaked cheek as he rutted into you. “I could do this forever. I love you like this. All mine. Taking my cock so deep.”

He made you cum two more times before he finally groaned long and low, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your aching pussy with thick ropes of cum. But even then, he stayed hard inside you, grinding lazily through the aftershocks.

“Round two?” he asked breathlessly, that bright, grin returning as he looked down at your blissed-out, ruined expression. His cock twitched eagerly inside your cum-filled cunt.

You could only whimper and nod weakly, already knowing you’d let him fuck you as many times as he wanted.

streamer!Choso who almost throws up when the prettiest girl he's ever seen starts walking towards him in the grocery store, a heavy basket hanging on the crook of your elbow as you tentatively meet his eyes and offer him a small smile

streamer!Choso who is pretty sure his heart flat-out stops when you murmur an awkward "hello" his way, glossy lips parting like you were struggling to find something else to say when all he could do was stare blankly back at you

streamer!Choso who thinks he might need to see a doctor and get his hearing checked because it almost sounded like you just said you were a fan of his, but no, you did, because now you were excitedly explaining how much you enjoyed his last stream

streamer!Choso who can only choke out a quiet "thanks" just to regret it once he sees how fast you deflate, apologizing to him in case you came across as weird or obsessive, oblivious to how hot his cheeks were burning beneath his pale skin, the buckets he was sweating under the thick fabric of his hoodie thanks to just a few compliments from you

streamer!Choso who stutters out something he hopes came out as real words, which he guessed he managed, considering the transparent relief flooding your face, the smile returning to your pretty lips when you went back to gushing about a game you hoped he'd play soon

streamer!Choso who never even heard of it but was immediately cancelling tonight's plans if it meant you'd be tuning back in to watch him

streamer!Choso who has to swallow the huge fucking lump in his throat to nod when you shyly ask for a picture with him, proof to show your friends later as if he was a celebrity instead of a streamer that only averaged a couple hundred views at best

streamer!Choso who's convinced you can probably hear how hard his heart is pounding against his ribcage when you stop a stranger to take the photo, his hand tense when he hesitantly places it around your waist, hovering over the too-thin shirt barely separating his fingers from your skin just for you to press your body against his anyway

streamer!Choso who doesn't want to watch you walk away after you thank him, your silhouette halfway down the candy aisle before he jogs to catch up to you

streamer!Choso who asks for your number so you can send him the photo, duh

streamer!Choso who calls Yuji in the checkout line to insist he just met his future wife

Warning : explicit age-gap relationship, Themes of intense manipulation, Depictions of rough, unprotected sex, intense throat-fucking/deepthroating, rough handling and high-risk public/semi-public risk of getting caught

— 🔒 This snippet is a promo for my new fanfic in wattpad , the first 12 chapters are already up right now. I update this story strictly in huge batches so you can gorge on the drama all at once.

Click here: 💌 if you’re interested in reading >3! Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs 🤍.

best friend’s dad toji! who looks like a total deadbeat bum in his oversized grey sweatpants and worn-out tees. He doesn’t say much when you come over to hang out with Megumi, but his sharp green eyes follow your every move, tracking his favorite new toy.

best friend’s dad toji! who lets out a rough huff every time your sweet, puffy mouth calls him "Uncle Toji."

best friend’s dad toji! who pretends he doesn't care about your safety, but seamlessly tracks your location whenever you go out partying with Megumi and Nobara. He tells himself he's just keeping an eye on his kid, but his eyes are strictly searching for your silhouette in the crowd.

best friend’s dad toji! who loses his absolute mind when you wear those tiny skirts that show half of your ass and tight tank tops that reveals your swollen breast around his apartment.

best friend’s dad toji! who is a total menace when it comes to teasing you. The moment Megumi leaves the room to grab a snack, Toji leans his muscular frame down to whisper a rough "Good girl..." against your neck, leaving you flushed and breathless by the time his son walks back in.

best friend’s dad toji! likes the way that you’re his dirty little secret—the young college girl he’s wrecking behind closed doors.

best friend’s dad toji! Despite not having money, he will casually hunt down high-profile targets and commit high-stakes crimes to flush out his blood money to buy you luxury gifts, entirely spoiling his favorite little doll. ( he goes broke after that, but oh well, whatever for his sweet girl )

NSFW

best friend’s dad toji! who will effortlessly hoist you onto the kitchen counter. Without warning he fingers you with his rough knuckles while his son is completely oblivious upstairs doing chores. “Fuck…you’re so tight. Will stretch you out a little bit huh?”

best friend’s dad toji! who lives like a lazy parasite but will work a brutal 12-hour shift in the crime syndicates just to come home, throw himself on the couch, and demand you to sit on his cock. Hearing you whimpering, "Ngh... please, Uncle Toji—" as you ride him is the only real peace he gets.

best friend’s dad toji! who will call you into his bedroom, lock the door, and force you to wrap your sweet mouth around his angry tip. If he’s had a frustrating day in the underworld, he’s not being gentle—he’s holding you by the hair and fucking your throat until you're tearing up.

best friend’s dad toji! who will literally fund a weekend vacation for Megumi and his friends just to get them out of the house, leaving the apartment entirely empty so he can spend the next forty-eight hours bending you over and giving you the most delicious backshots of your life.

best friend’s dad toji! who looks at you at the end of the night, wiping his thumb across your swollen lips while Megumi’s footsteps echo down the hall. You’re officially his sweet little toy now. No one in your life has any idea that you're actively getting wrecked by your own best friend’s dad behind closed doors. “Such a filthy college girl, yeah?”

the frat verse the toji verse

he doesn’t do longing, doesn’t do waiting around, doesn’t do any of that messy, sticky, inconvenient shit that makes people go all soft. he does easy. he does mutual understanding. he does quick hookups, no-strings-attached.

so when he sees you across the room, he doesn’t think anything out of the ordinary (yet). just: bored. hot, but bored.

you’re standing near the staircase with a red cup in your hand, staring off into space while two girls talk at you. not with you. at you. toji watches you blink slowly, take a sip, blink again.

god, you look bored, he snorts to himself. a minute later, one of the girls gets dragged away by somebody, then the other, and the moment you’re left alone relief washes over your face as you sink down onto the stairs. toji laughs into his drink.

your eyes find his across the room. he doesn’t bother looking away. neither do you.

he lifts his cup, and you roll your eyes. he grins.

it’s not that you and toji fushiguro don’t get along—he’s just one of those guys you’ve talked to in groups at parties, or seen around campus and acknowledged with a small wave. you’re in the same circle, sort of, what with being close friends with gojo since you were little.

he’s just always found a way to get on your nerves—the endless teasing, those sharp grins, how he always answers the door shirtless when he knows you’re coming over.

“thought sorority presidents were supposed to be having fun.”

your thoughts are interrupted as you glance up at those slanted jade eyes, sparkling down at you before the man settles beside you on the stairstep.

“fushiguro,” you say curtly.

“prez,” he answers, to which you promptly push his arm—you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve scolded him for calling you that.

he doesn’t even flinch when you push him, just lets his arm go loose like he was never really holding tension there in the first place. “prez,” he repeats anyway, slower this time, like he enjoys the way it gets under your skin.

you scoff. “don’t start.”

“didn’t start anything.” his eyes flick over your face, then down to your cup. “you know, you look pretty fuckin’ miserable. ”

you tilt your head. “stellar observation, sherlock.”

that earns you a short, rough laugh that you feel in your spine.

for a second it’s just music and heat and people spilling noise around you, neither of you moving like there’s no reason to. like neither of you is in a rush to be anywhere else. toji leans back on his palms, stretching his legs out on the step below yours. not touching, but close enough that you feel it anyway.

he’s stupidly distracting. you take another sip of your drink just to have something to do with your mouth. “you gonna sit here and annoy me all night, fushiguro?”

“depends,” he says.

“on what?”

his mouth tugs up slightly and he shifts closer on the step, just enough that his shoulder nearly brushes yours. “well, we both know this party’s shit,” he says quietly.

you hum. “agreed.”

“and we both know you don’t actually wanna be here.”

toji watches you laugh, and when you finally look back at him you notice how his gaze flits between your eyes and your lips.

you swallow thickly. “so what now?”

“we’re both hot,” he says. “we’re both bored.” he tilts his head slightly toward the staircase behind him, leading up into the darker halls of the frat house. a sharp grin etches across his face.

“-ngh.”

waking up to satoru’s heavy frame slung on top of you wasn’t exactly anything new. but opening your eyes to discover his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple?

stifling a yawn and squirming, sleepily trying to regain a sliver of sensibility as he sucked hard, sloppily dragging his tongue over the peaked bud as his fingers squeeze and groped your other breast.

“satoru,” you softly whined, blinking as your boyfriend practically tried to breastfeed from you—absolutely undeterred at the lack of milk.

he made a needy noise.

a deep groan that came from his chest, his hips grinding down to rut against the blankets tangled around you.

when you suggested free use to him a few months ago, you figured he’d use it for actually fucking you. not just slurping on your nipple while you were half-asleep.

and even now that you were starting to rise, he hadn’t budged, still groping and grabbing at you as he licked up his own spit that dribbled down the valley of your breasts.

“toru,” you whispered again, gently running your fingers through his fluffy hair, pushing the soft strands back so you could see his eyes.

he blinked slowly back at you, lazy and unfocused, the blue still shining in your dimly lit bedroom. swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud, not slowing or stopping for even a second as you tugged lightly at his roots.

but even when he unlatched, he barely reacted, brows just knitting together in faint confusion. mumbling something completely incoherent before returning to nuzzling against your chest as it struck you that he wasn’t even awake.

exhaustion still heavy enough in your bones and luring you back into your own dreams, readjusting with a thick yawn as you let him snuggle closer, lips leaving lingering kisses. the hypnotic sounds of his moans lulling you under until you had drifted off once more.

“fuck,” gojo’s groans snapped you out of your sleep a second time, morning sun filtering through the window now as you sat up easier, squinting as you scanned the room to discover satoru out of bed this time.

his pretty face all scrunched up, staring down at the unfortunate dried cum stain splotched in the front of his boxers, not even a hint of embarrassment etched into his expression.

“guess i had a wet dream, huh?”

satoru was not a virgin far from it.

he has had many experiences since he turned 18 and he’s now in his late twenties. safe to say he knew every kink, tried all types of weird shit and was a masterful makeout partner. (if he said so himself!)

but here you are perched up nicely, straddling his lap, your hands pulling desperately at the little hairs that gained length from his overgrown undercut.

his large hands palming your ass as you grinded down on him slowly, your mouth moving in sync with his, your faces twisting constantly and your tongue fighting for dominance so hard you smeared a bit of drool on the side of his mouth.

well not like he cared.

he was used to this, used to your rough bites, soft whimpers and tough grip as his mouth worked on you.

so when you trailed off from his lips, your light kisses going down his jaw, turning to bites in between on his neck. he didn’t think much of it, baring the long column to you with a huff like feeding a vampire its next meal.

his hands never stopping their flexing on your thighs, your ass anywhere he could reach as you huffed and sucked on him possessively.

his cock strained hard against his shorts, waiting to get ruined as he nudged you over and over again, getting lost on the sauce even didn’t notice that your kisses started trailing back up again.

until he felt it.

the soft tug of your teeth at the bottom of his earlobe before you pressed a chaste kiss on the spot. mouthing up the column of his now reddening ear, pulling his helix before you pulled back just enough to trace the outside of his ear with your tongue.

you followed the shape, your teeth coming out and grazing on his shell just as you licked the slight dip at the inside feeling him clutch at your body and fucking shiver.

he knew he was done for when he felt your hands repeatedly push his face away as it drifted towards your own and he couldn’t slow down his heaving chest or the soft pants that escaped.

now here he was ear wet, hot and pulsing, it didn’t make it much better he could hear your soft pleasurable sighs before your hands came up and you whimpered almost pathetically in between your mouthing as you left one last lick on his ear before you moved back to his jaw, “mm…satoru.”

he couldn’t even tell you what happened next, your mouth finding his own as he let out the most desperate moan he’s ever heard from himself before you pulled away from him with a pop.

“you just came untouched?”

after that fucking kiss of course he did.

yorikae

okay this will be a short one

bully!gojo and all the ways he humiliates you.

it starts with him spitting gum into your hair or flicking your skirt up when he walks past you, always laughing with anyone else who finds your embarrassment hilarious.

it then stems to him whispering dirty things in your ear, surprising you at your locker or during class with his warm breath almost caressing your ear. his comments sound something like "i bet you want me to stick my cock in your mouth, huh?" to "you pull away again and i'll take your ass right now."

whilst uncomfortable, he was almost being charitable when compared to the things he does now.

like how he drags you behind a building at lunch, covering your mouth with one hand while the other almost rips your underwear down.

"shut up, i'm not gonna hurt ya." he says, panting slightly as he pulls something out of his pocket. some odd, pink object? you huff and cry and scream into you his hand, trying to push his hands away as he nudges it towards your exposed pussy.

his hand releases your mouth only to close around your throat, his eyes sickeningly intense.

"stop being a little brat. you move again and i'll tell everyone you were gagging on my dick."

you whimper and nod, anxious as he gently prods the toy into your pussy, only to pull up your underwear. you shift on your feet, the feeling unusual and uncomfortable. gojo sends you away, watching with a grin on his face as you almost waddle back inside.

it's until your last class that you feel it. the subtle vibration has you gasp softly in your seat. you quickly cover your mouth, but gojo already knows. he watches from his seat behind you as he uses the controls on his phone, his eyes wide and planted on your movements.

you struggle through the rest of your class with no ability to pay attention, relief washing through you when the final bell goes.

"pathetic. trying to get off in class, how disgusting."

when one thinks of a nerd, you'd think it would be one of those musty guys that don't have time for hygiene because they're too busy studying for whatever the hell they're always talking about. their usual sayings, "bro, im so fucking cooked." or, "erm, actually!" well, satoru does say those things but he's also perverted in a way.

your first interaction was when you were assigned to a project together, choosing his place for the meet up. "oh! um, are you sure?" he nervously asked, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.

you were gorgeous in anyone eyes, including his. and the last thing he needed was for you to see his room. because said room has shelves full of manga and figures with little to no clothes and body proportions you were unsure were anatomically correct.

you thought it was mad weird.

thankfully, he got rid of the figures when you got together. claiming that he sold them online, except for one that you had found stored away in a box under his bed. 

one with a sexual maid outfit and bunny ears. 

at first, you were fuming until you took a closer look. the doll looked almost . . . like you. same face, hair color, body type.

then, you were ordering an exact replica of the outfit it had on, slipping the frilly little thing over your body and positioning the bunny ears and little tail before sitting down on his bed, waiting patiently for him to return from his digimon trading game. 

"babe, should we order takeout-" his words died out on his tongue after his eyes landed on you. "oh.." his dick began hardening in his pants like a damn virgin.

the gooner doll was in your hands. you waved at him with it. 

he gulped. 

"what's with outfit, pretty?" 

"what's with this?"

"uh, well," he stuttered, his bag falling onto the floor. "you told me you sold all of them toru. why'd you lie to me?" you pouted.

there was no time to explain. his hands were on you in seconds, feeling you up even while shaking like a maniac. 

his fingers dug into your hips, holding you down his cock. 

"oh my god.. you look so hot like this."

he threw his head back onto the headboard, watching as you carefully sank down on him. "you should hah.. wear ngh.. more outfits like this." he grunted, shifting his hips to help you bounce up and down. 

"yeah?" 

"yeah!" fuck you feel so good.." satoru moaned, shifting his hands to rest on your waist instead, eyes set on you. or more at the way the bunny ears flopped with every thrust. "gonna explain why you kept that figure?" you gripped onto his shoulders.

satoru looked away, face drenched in embarrassment. "it reminded me of you.." he confessed. 

you hummed, kissing his nose. "I figured. weirdo."

"you dressed up for this weirdo." he moaned, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. the plap plap plap of skin on skin would make you cringe any other day, but the way satoru's face was fully displaying arousal, you didn't mind it. 

"you're so loud." he says as if he wasn't the one whimpering. 

his hand traveled up to your breasts, squeezing over the clothed area before ripping off your top. 

"babe!" you gasped. "I just bought this." 

"yeah, I'll buy you even cuter sets. no way are we ever stopping this."

sucking kento off under his desk ( ^ω^ )

your mouth is full and your knees ache against the polished wood floor.

kento's cock stretches your throat, thick and heavy on your tongue, and you've already been at this for what feels like forever. your jaw is starting to burn but you don't slow down, can't slow down, not when you feel how hard he is, not when you hear the way his breathing hitches above you.

there's a shuffle of papers. a pen clicking. he's still working.

the bastard is still working.

you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, gagging slightly as the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat. your eyes water but you don't pull away. you don't even try. instead you swallow around him, feeling his whole body twitch in response.

"fuck," he breathes, barely audible over the hum of the office lights.

your hands grip his thighs through his tailored slacks. you can feel the muscle tensing beneath the fabric, the way he's fighting to stay still, to stay professional, to pretend like he isn't getting his dick sucked under his desk during work hours.

but he is. and you're going to make sure he can't ignore it.

you pull back, letting his cock slide out of your mouth with a wet pop. a string of saliva connects your bottom lip to the tip of his dick, glistening in the low light. you lick it up deliberately, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head before pressing a kiss to the slit.

"keep going," kento murmurs, more plea than demand.

you take him back in, but slower this time. agonizingly slow. you drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein, tasting the salt of his skin and the bitter hint of precum already beading at the tip. your lips reach the head and you suck lightly, just enough to make him gasp.

"good girl."

that two words breaks something in you. you take him all the way down, throat relaxing, nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. his whole body shudders and you feel his hand land on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. not pushing, not forcing. just holding.