Sukuna was sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose while Yuji was smiling and waving on stage, forgetting that he had volunteered to clean the stage between performances for the talent show. The kindergarteners at the front were giggling, while 12 year old Yuji was letting Megumi and Nobara clean the stage up. The red curtains were beginning to close for the next performance, only to show a second of Megumi kicking the back of Yuji's knees when he was leaving without cleaning any of the confetti on stage. 

"It's Ryuki and his band next, right?" suguru asked, before glaning around again, confused. "Where'd Satoru go?"

Sukuna sighed, before gesturing to Nanami besides him, who was gearing up to record his teenage son, Masato, in the teenage band that he had formed with Suguru's son and their friends. "Yeah, it's them next. Nanami said so, and Satoru… I saw him walk up the stage a few minutes ago," Sukuna scratched the back oof his neck before sucking in a sharp breath and scowling at all his memories of his nephew acting like an idiot on stage. "I told him to just clean up the stage and smile…" he whispered to himself and covered his face with his hands.

"Is he okay?" You asked, before Suguru nodded and quickly leaned over to kiss your cheek. "He'll be fine. Nanami's going to record Masato on the drums while you record Ryuki on the electric guitar, right?" He cleared his throat. You nodded, before shushing him whem the lights in the small auditorium dimmed for the next performance.

Suguru went silent, watching the stage, before raising his eyebrows and blinking a few times at the blinding lights and the pumping music. Ryuki was screaming into the mic, jumping on the stage, with his hair brushed forward to cover one eye, heavy eyeliner on his eyes.

"I told him to brush his hair back neatly," suguru narrowed his eyes, unable to understand his son's phase of wanting to be all dark and moody. The slight annoyance was quickly overshadowed by the blooming pride, watching his 15 year old son being able to so confidently show that side of himself on a stage, with a song that was mostly screaming and nonsensical lyrics like "LOADED DIAPERRRR!" which suguru had no idea what it meant. A small nod was recieved from him, before he quickly split his attention when the baby began to fuss, whining and squirming in the carrier.

Suguru was busy with his daughter, before feeling you and Sukuna tap on his shoulder, you were already recording something towards the side of the stage when Suguru looked up, while Sukuna was barely able to breathe, snorting and pointing towards the right of the stage.

Satoru Gojo.

Holding a ridiculously large camcorder and biting his bottom lip, trying to dance along to the rock music. So proud of his godson, punching his free hand into the air. 

Suguru was staring hard, upper lip curling up in disgust, "what the fuck is he doing up there?" he shook his head and groaned, resting his head down on top of his daughter's head, while he giggled and squirmed. He only pulled back after a few seconds, an incredulous smile on his lips, before shifting to his son again, sighing when the performance finally ended. 

A standing ovation, one that only the audience knew it was for the weird dancing guy to the side of the stage, while the band was cheering and screaming, bowing and thanking everyone.

"I'm proud of him..." suguru nodded towards the stage and clapped, before turning to you and smiled like a Cheshire Cat, "...another would be sooooo cute, wouldn't you agree? A little brother for Ryuki!" Suguru teased you, while you were glaring at him unamused.

"No thanks.. besides, you can barely handle Ryuki when he's in one of his moods, and you don't understand his little emo phase!" You huffed back to him.

"It's just confusing! I saw him in the bathroom, posing all sad and captioning his photos that we don't "get" him, whatever that means!" Suguru huffed and rolled his eyes, before pouting down at his daughter. "Are you going to pose in the mirror and steal your mom's eyeliner in the future? hmmm?"

"so when did this happen?", choso murmured quietly, as he watched yuuji dab at megumi's shirt uselessly before he beamed at his brother again, "like a week ago!"

sukuna huffed as they watched, the patheic display, and megumi who nodded in agreement, "last saturday."

they were awestruck not at the idea that they were engaged, but more by the fact that yuuji was able to keep quiet about it for so long.

"is that why you were acting so weird?"

"weird?", yuuji whined, "i wasn't acting weird."

"you were", sukuna agreed.

yuuji spent the entire week, avoiding eye contact, then staring at them until they acknowledged him, only to continue staring wide-eyed before running off because he had nothing to say.

"so yea…weird."

"anywho!" yuuji waved his ahnds dramatically to change the topic," it was so nice."

he started on a rambling spree that was almost an hour long, maybe about ten minutes in reality but who knew for sure.

"and i turned at the fountain and there gumi was", he threw his hands up, "on one knee but i had the ring digging in my pocket so i also proposed!"

"congratulations."

"congrats."

"YAY," yuuji ignored the congrats entirely starting to fidget in his seat as megumi mouthed a quiet thank you, taking another sip from his cup.

"we are so excited and that's why we brought you here", yuuji continued as if he wasn't already talking for twenty minutes straight, "the wedding planner should be here soon."

"wedding planner?", sukuna tched, "when i'm here? i have plenty of expertise."

"in drawing…well thats more choso", megumi corrected, eyeing choso before looking at yuuji holding the cup up for him to his lips, "we want to incorporate that in our designs, and you only do tattoos."

"only do tattoos?", sukuna growled as he stood up so fast the couch defiently bounced, pointing at megumi, "i will show you only tattoo—"

choso couldn't even keep up with the conversation anymore, more stuck on the fact that megumi wanted his art at their wedding front and display for everyone and that he was even here for the preliminary wedding prep.

he didn't know why he felt that way, he just did. why this affected him so much.

it's yuuji. yuuji loves him and cherishes him.

but it didn't change the fact that he was different from his brothers. he had their mom's looks and they both looked identical, could pass for twins and he was like their distant relative that somehow wandered into photos.

they had explosive personalities, and he was just…bleh.

they loved him, he knew that but it still didn't stop the dull ache he felt when watched their interactions and how even his little brother's friends only drifted toward him when sukuna was too much.

but he couldn't dwell on it long, when a light knock and three doorbell rings interuppted the shpwdown sukuna was not willing to back down from.

"THAT MIGHT BE HER!"

the door swung open and sukuna saw…nothing?

until he looked down…down…down… and down some more, and there you were in your pink soft sweater, glasses and light smile, with a clipboard tucked underneath your arm.

"you're the wedding planner?"

"yes i am!, good afternoon."

"the fierce wedding planner?", sukuna continued again turning towards yuuji who waved you in from the living room as you brushed past.

"HIHIHI", yuuji squealed as he shook your arm diligently it might've been dislocated if megumi didn't step in, " i am so glad that you gave us a chance with your busy schedule."

"well actually you had been booked months in advance", you mused, rotating your already sore shoulder a bit before sitting in the onslot chair facing against the wall, "by mr fushiguro."

yuuji pursued his lips as he watched megumi look away, a light blush taking over before he tackled him in a hug, "oh meguuuumi!"

"well i should introduce myself," you started placing your board down and smoothing your hands down your pants, "i am—"

"the wedding planner."

you chuckled humorlessly, eyes cutting to sukuna with a smile, "well yes i am the wedding planner but i do have a name."

your eyes drifted to choso, who seemed to curl in with his arms crossed, observing the entire room, "hi, and you are?"

shocked he turned, feeling his cheeks flush with heat as he shook your hand, "ah—i'm choso."

"well lovely to meet…most of you."

"let's get started…unless there are anymore comments from the peanut gallery?"

sukuna tched as he crossed his arms and still looked at your devices you plopped out to start the meeting.

as much as yuuji was one for dramatics, he wasn't wrong about you.

you were amazing, you already had ideas lined up for the extravagant wedding he imagined and even dulling down some ideas when he went too far.

"i want jennifer lawernce at the wedding!"

"jennifer lawernce?" you looked up from where you were writing, "what is she going to do at the wedding?"

yuuji scrunched his brows from where he was pacing nodding along, "you're right! how about jennifer aniston?"

"what will jennifer aniston do?"

"right…right…"

"maybe jlo?" you concluded, turning your head at the man who gasped loudly, "you're right!"

"BOOK HER!"

"i highly doubt she would come through, so let's stick to something more in your range, okay?"

"oooo you're right!"

"she is good", sukuna finally concecded watching as you finally got yuuji to sit back down for the tenth time in the past hour, "she is giving me whiplash."

"well, she is the best on this side of the country.." megumi piped up from where he was crubbing dishes, "low budget weddings can look top dollar with her."

"well" you sighed already peeved from the last three hours you were deliberating with yuuji, "alrighty. that should be enough for now. i will get these designs looked over and have my assistant contact you."

you started to stack the papers, nodding at whatever babble yuuji was speeling at you now before he rushed off to tell megumi about your next appointment, leaving choso to see you off at the door.

"uh, have a good night." he murmured lightly.

you smiled at him softly, just as you passed throught the door, "thank you for having me."

he watched you descend a few steps before turning back around, "ah— that's reminds me i'd love to see your art!"

"m—my art?"

"yes! you were spoken very highly of! i'd love to see it at the next appointment…if you're there."

and of course, he was there.

even when he wasn't needed. if yuuji even mentioned that you would be stopping by, gracing the area with your soft smile and calming presence, choso had some excuse to make sure he was there.

whether it was floral arrangements he could careless about, discussing venues layouts or heloing choose the artwork for the reception haul, choso was there.

at first, he told himself it was becuase it's for yuuji. for his family. because he loved him.

then he convinced it was because he needed megumi's input to create beautiful, perfect pieces for their vision.

then he stopped trying to come up with excuses altogether.

because every time you smiled at him, every time you greeted him by name before anyone else, every time your eyes softened when you spoke to him, he found himself looking forward to the next meeting.

and maybe…maybe he thought you looked forward to them too.

though, there were three maybe four instances that, he really remembered that made him fall for you.

"wow…these are beautiful" you murmured your fingertips dusting lightly over the artwork that graced the table.

it was a simple charcoal drawing of intertwined flowers and vines that yuuji had immediately demanded be used somewhere in the wedding.

"you really made all of these?"

choso could feel his ears reddening, trying his hardest not to show you how effected he was, "yeah."

"amazing."

you took it upon yourself to flip through his portfolio, gasping lightly as you came across something else you admired, "the way you shade things makes them feel alive."

choso had his fabbers gasted. this wasn't unusual but usually unless they were looking for a specific piece of commission, people just overlooked his work for a few seconds with a 'that's pretty.'

but here you were, rocking his world again. making him feel seen for once outside of his family as you examined and asked him about each piece you observed.

you studied them like they mattered, as he mattered.

"so..." you continued, smiling lightly. "how much would you charge me if I wanted a portrait?"

"a potrait?"

"mhm of myself."

you stared at him and his growing blush for a secind before laughing softly, pushing off the table, " i'm just joking."

"for free."

you hummed looking back at him surpised, "huh?"

"i'd do it for free."

even at the dress fiittng for the suits weeks later, choso yearned for your presence that was like a calm belt in a hurricane.

it somehow ended up being more chaotic than every planning session combined. yuuji couldn't stad still and unfortunately kept getting pricked by the small pins they were landing for his suit extension, megumi was obviously overstimulated, and sukuna…was sukuna and argued with just about every tailor that came to help him. even aoi was giving issues because of how big he was.

but choso he quietly and quickly got his done, not needing much other than length to cover his long legs and the long stretch of his shoulders. as you looked at the finishing touches beign added to everyone, you stopped at choso ccontemplating.

"did you think of how you're going to do your hair?"

"ah—no not. ahem not yet."

"is your suit tight?"

"no, why?"

"looks like you're not breathing."

"ah—sorry."

"you don't have to apologize for everything" you stepped up on the platform lightly, close enough he got a beautiful whiff of your perfume.

he watched as your gaze landed on his hair, tossing you usual clipboard and binder on the couch as your hands reached up into his fluffy hair, "this okay?"

you continued after he nodded, pulling his hair ties free leaving his hair tumbling down over his face as you moved it around.

the room around his disappeared as he focused you the soft brush of your body on his front and the delicate way your hand smoved in his scalp.

and it felt so good.

and it stopped too soon when you oulled back fluffing the light strands you oulled down in front of his face, "just as i thought." your grinned, "so handsome."

then lastly by the time the rehearsal dinner came around, everyone was exhausted.

the wedding was impeding and the last minute details were being ironed over by you and yuuji who breathed down your neck.

well everyone but choso was stressed, he sat at the table in his ironically dimmer part as his pen sctrached against the napkin he had been toying with the entire dinner.

his eyes drifted again to where you just resided next to him, he's still seeing your soft pink sweater as he curved another line, a smile.

then the boxy frame of glasses, a familiar tilt of your head and that familiar clipboard.

you had just gotten up. he didn't realize he was drawing you until a ashaodw paused over his body and the napkin slipped up from under his pne.

"whatcha drawing?"

his entire body locked up as he turned watching your eyes drift around the napkin and soften completely, "oh wow."

the entire buzz of the resturant seemed to die down around the two of you as you blinked back at the man ," no one has ever drawn me before."

"it's just a sketch—"

"and it's beautiful."

hie eyes could only zero in on your smile, not your usual polite one but the big geninue one as you folded the napkin and placed it under your clip on the borad.

"thanks cho—"

"WE ARE GETTING MARRRRRRIED!!!!"

that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze as you turned to see a very drunk yuuji balancing on a chair as megumi tried and failed to get him to calm down.

"oh my god—yuuji no!"

and now, it's the big day. the wedding.

the last time choso will have a reasonable excuse to see you without making his feelings clear.

and honestly, he felt naked, his hair was down like you told him, his suit was blue instead of the usual black.

now he's at the front of the aisle waiting for both megumi and yuuji to walk down as everyone murmured in their seats.

"you should confess today" sukuna gruffed behind choso pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

"what?"

"confess to the damn planner." he tched, "i see how you look at her."

"and how she looked at you."

"how do i look?!?!"

"smitten."

"w—wait and what do you mean how she looked—"

"sukuna." your voice cut in, your eyebrows furrowed as the little mic attached from your ear dangled in front of your face."stop unbuttoning your damn shirt."

"this is not a strip club it's your brother's wedding."

"well i don't like this fucking tie—agh", he choked as you tightened the long tie back on his neck.

"now shut up and wait until your brother and his husband are down the island. or my foot is up your ass." you sighed watching the man pull at his neckline again.

"ah—choso!", you curled on his side looking at his bright red face, "oh my gosh! see i told cindy it was too hot in here." you fidgeted for your fan , dropping it in front of his face as you tried to fan him.

"are you alright oh gosh—you're getting redder!"

you pressed the button on your ear, "telling whoever on the other side to hurry up and get the temperature a bit cooler as your clipboard fanned at choso still.

"are you sure you're feeling okay, cho?"

cho? he might convulse on the spot.

"i think it's because so many beautiful women surrounding him", aoi chimed in from behind sukuna.

you nodded processing the information as you switched off the fan, handing it your assistant, “ooooh i’m probably putting a lot of pressure on you aren’t i?”

“the day doesn’t have to be perfect don’t worry,” you brushed off his suit, “just do your best to call down so you’re not a tomato’s in the pics, k!”

then you were off, quickly down the aisle as you still gestured to the air conditioning for the few guests that did look like they were starting to feel a bit hot.

that’s what choso loved about you. wait..love…yes! love

you cared for everyone and everything, you even helped a little girl to the chocolate fountain before any of the food was ready, you teared up at the end of the isle when megumi got walked down then yuuji.

you took your own personal pic of them to save from how much you put in this wedding and how much they meant to you.

you even slipped the groomsmen on each side little yogurt packets before the ceremony started…and the list goes on.

you were so perfect.

so extraordinary, art in a personified form that it was intimidating.

maybe that’s why when he approached you, choso could still taste the whiskey he drank down to calm his nerves.

and maybe that’s why he had the courage to drag you to the unoccupied bathroom, and just stare at your face.

“choso?”

he still didn’t say anything. just staring at your face, eyes locking on your lips before you finally grasped at his cheeks pulling him to look at you.

“cho..? whats going on? you’ve been hot since this morning…are you sick?”

he grabbed your hand off feeling his forehead as he crowded you further, your back hitting the sink.

“i—i like you.”

your eye widened as his arms gripped the edge of the sink surrounding your body, “cho…you’re drunk.”

“im not druuuunk”, he whined shaking his head having a few more strands of hair fall in his face, “m not drunk! not that much of a lightweight.”

“so why are you doing this?”

“cause i love like you.”

“and i can’t do this any longer.”

“do what—”

you got cut off when his hand landed on your hip, his body coming up to yours as he dropped down and landed a quick kiss on your lips.

he pulled back just as fast, eyeing your shocked face, only to descend again slowly when your hands drifted to his long locks at the end of his neck.

you pulled at his hair, feeling him gasp into your neck shoving your toungue in his warm waiting mouth as he whimpered, his body closing in over you like a shield that didn’t want to disappear.

his hands slid over your curves as if you were glass, his tongue trying to keep you before letting you win and savage his mouth like a prize and unconsciously his hips brushed against yours.

“mmm cho.”

he didn’t even realize it but in the time he pressed you up against the sink that he was fucking humping you.

“oh—”, he gasped and felt his ears burn even hotter than they did before. “i didn’t know—”

but he can’t stop. not when feeling his cock rub against your warm body between the layers and he’s so close. the button of your pantsuit right in front of where he wants needs you most was his biggest obstacle and pleasure.

it was rubbing against him just right, in the perfect spot that left him feel you and get that bump he just do desperately needed.

“it’s alright cho” you cooed at him, feeling his big hands try to drag you in closer even with your body flush against him, “feels good right?”

his mouth long since moved from yours, your connected saliva drooling down the side of his face, it that he cared much about it as he mouthed at your neck.

his body let out a rapid shiver feeling your knee press against his bulge and he was so so close.

“ooo you liked that, huh?”

“so good cho…you were wishing for this.”

“feels so good cum for me, my sweet boy.”

and he did, his strong hands gripped at the looseness coming out of your shirt as he shook and felt a wet spot take place in his slacks, his louth huffing against your neck while your warm hands rubbed at his back.

“better now?”

choso hummed in response, pulling his neck out to give you a quick peck before flushing seeing the mess he caused in his wake.

well good thing it was dark blue.

“you didn’t…”

you smiled at him, running your hand down his chest to cup his bulge, “ ‘m okay cho don’t worry about me, okay?”

“but i want to—”

“choso?” a female voice came with banging on the door taking your attention away from each other to the sound.

“CHOSO!”

“i know you’re in thereeee” she purred, “don’t tell me you’re cheating on me!”

cheating?

“cheating?” you repeated backing up from the man, “oh my god. oh my god. you are fucking drunk!” you hissed completely separating yourself from him.

“i don’t have a girlfriend!”

“well whatever the fuck she is” you pointed at the door whispering, “she’s looking for you and this was unprofessional!”

“but i—”

“go, choso.”

“and yuki came at the door after?”

choso nodded a pretty pout taking over his lips, tapping at table with his pen.

sukuna barked a hefty laugh, pounding his chest as another coughing fit took over him from his disbelief.

“this is like a telenovela” he shook his head, his sharp smile taking over his face, “i don’t know how you do it.”

“it’s wasn’t me” choso whined as he dropped his pen back on the notepad where he unconsciously started to draw you again.

“well, it’s a good thing i scheduled her for grandpa’s party!”

both men froze as they watched yuuji munch on a popsicle.

“you’ve let me mope about this for two months and you didn’t tell me that?”

“im in my honeymoon period! DUHHH”

this could work out! yes choso—well not really, fucked up his one chance to make you his one chance to make you his.

maybe even properly profess his love to you but this was a second chance he could—

“but she wants all our meetings to happen at her office. no extra guests.”

well shit.

“find something out so i can fix this.”

and as he was know for yuuji pried and pried, and he got his results.

“just do something that will show her you appreciate her.”

“that you love her.”

so choso did what he does best, hands covered in paint as he opened the door to his studio.

“ah—yuuji, where is the—”

“here me out, please.”

you sighed dropping the iconic clipboard silently as you, walked through the threshold as chido held the door open wider.

“wait here..right—no right here.”

“does this have anything to do with your grandfather? i don’t have time—”

“we’re making the time right now” choso murmured as he fixed his setup.

and now you stood next to the man as he beamed waiting for you to pull at the tarp covering what seemed to be a large canvas.

“choso, what is this?”

“just—just look at it? please?”

sighing you handed your board to the man, before taking the long painted covered clothing and pull to reveal a portrait.

of you.

but not just a single portrait it was multiple of you, adding together in the timeline of when you were with him.

“choso…”

“it’s all the things i love about you.”

he set the things down, wrapping around to point at the different tiny yous on the canvas, “this was the day we checked out the sunflower venue and the butterfly landed on your nose.”

“this was the dark marble one megumi loved that had the stray cat” he smiled at the memory, “ and you felt so bad you draped your sweater on the floor so it could snuggle.”

“this was at the rehearsal dinner where i drew you for the first time.”

“this was at the day you argued with sukuna about the cake flavor.”

“and this one—”

“i get it cho..” you lifted your hand to stop the man as you blocked at the beautiful colors swirling on the canvas, “but why..?”

“because yuki isn’t your girlfriend!”

“youre right yuki isnt my girlfriend.”

“wait” he dragged his hands down his face, “i meant she’s not my girlfriend.”

you giggled looking at the paint smeared over his cheeks, “ i get it…so at the wedding?”

“fluke! i promise i would never do that to you.”

he came to you slowly his big brown eyes pleading at you to believe him, “i would never lose you…especially over something so stupid.”

“okay cho” you shivered feeling his minty breath hit on your face, “i believe you.”

his hand still cold from the paint grasped at your cheek pulling you closing to him as he dipped down for you kiss, “oh thank fuck.”

and soon you couldn’t even feel the cold ting or strong stench of the fresh paint when his lips captured yours again.

you felt so light.

but the way choso was kissing, was anything but.

his lips were soft but his kiss was rough, hungry and desperate. as if he was scared that you’d slip through his finger again and he wouldn’t be able to stop you.

and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him, the way you gravitated and when he pulled away you followed.

you let him lead you back to the tarp listening to his ‘sorry softest thing here, baby’ and watching his rough paint covered hands work at the buttons of your blouse.

his lips found yours again as he carefully pulled your bra down, kneading both of your breasts in earnest moaning into your mouth like he was the one being pawed at instead of doing the pawing.

“cho..”

he ignored your plea, pinning your hands down as they drifted down his body to give him more in return before he started to kiss at your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse as he continued to lick a line to your breasts.

“this ain’t about me baby…all you.”

his movements didn’t stop his brown eyes watching you as his hands…dipped in more paint? grasped at the fat of your boobs kneading as he sucked a nipple into his mouth before moving to the other neglected one.

the black paint followed his fingertips as he groaned against your breast as he pulled back to watch his hand that made it to the outline of your pants, “you don’t mind dirting this up, right?”

soon you were completely bare before the man, his hands grasping at every open area of skin he could read, stretching his hand to the side to dip into a new color as he mouthed at your inner thighs, just away from where you needed him most.

but you didn’t rush him, letting him continue his exploration, watching as if he was deprived of you in every way of the word as he finally sucked your clit into his mouth.

the gasp that ripped out of you was enough to bring his attention back to your messy paint covered face, “sorry baby hands are bit messy…just my mouth today.”

you didn’t even get enough time to respond, his mouth catching back on your mound as his teeth grazed your clit, arms wrapping around your legs as you arched up into his hold.

his tongue split through your folds expertly dipping into your gummy walls forcing a wanton moan put your mouth as you felt something cold in amongst his hot tongue.

“cho..do you have ice?” you asked breathlessly, gripping at his hair to hear him moaning out against your hot cunt.

his tongue lulled out at he watched you, the light glinting against his silver piercing.

“oh fuck.”

even with your hands slipped in between his buns, choso slipped back into position, snug between your thighs clenching at his head. giving your inner thigh a light kiss before descending back in.

it was probably the mix of the ac blasting up ahead, the coolness of the paint drying on your skin, how big choso was between your legs he basically forced you open, and the pressure he held on your stomach with painted hand with his tongue flicking that the other that made you come undone as fast as you did.

he didn’t even let up yet, still licking and sucking as you dropped and wrtithed against his mouth before finally coming up, mouth still wet from your essence.

his eyes darted all over your covered body as if to lock this into his memory of what he did to you.

of what his paint did to you.

“my greatest masterpiece yet.”

yorikae

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doctors orders (the woes of a pregnant wife) (shoko) by @manonism ² ; SHOKO FLUFFFFFF SHOKO FLUFFFFFF GATHER ROUND FOR SOME GOOD SHOKO FLUFF!!! reader is pregnant with shoko’s baby and shoko makes it her mission to dote on reader, she’s beyond cute and sweet here ^_^ this is a great read and is very funny & comforting!! love it!!

on call (shoko) on ao3 ; secret relationship trope AND shoko’s possessive?? yeah i’d be pussywhipped too! you and shoko both work at a hospital together, and when shoko’s able to score a bit of downtime with you, shoko wants you ALL to herself 😁😁 y’all know i love a good long-ish fic with in-depth smut so this fic is a winna winna in my book!! the push and pull between shoko and reader is just mmm… chef’s kiss

the tartness of nicotine (shoko) on ao3 ; I LOVE MEET CUTES LIKE THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING I SWEAR ☹️ every day that reader takes her bus, she runs into shoko, who she’s dubbed ‘cigarette girl.’ in turn, she calls reader ‘strawberry girl’ given how often she brings strawberries along with her as a snack, which reader always shares with shoko :,) super cute, fluffy, and feels-good!!

suguru and the girls who ate him (shoko ft. geto) by @macbethinchains (ao3 link) ; the day that i dont glaze this fic is the day that i DIE brah . phy has such an innate talent for writing and choosing theeee most perfect/beautiful words to describe people, places, emotions, thoughts, etc. in a way that deeply immerses AND captivates you. inspired by jennifer’s body (love this movie sfm), shoko is a succubus who, after turning reader into one as well, guides reader down the path of a succubi— and losing reader’s virginity to geto, another virgin. you can FEEEEEEL shoko’s deep yearning and obsession for reader in each scene, that’s her girl fr :,) the smut is soooo mfing good, and it’s even better knowing how it will inevitably end and anticipating what shoko and reader plan on doing with geto 🤭

sleeping beauty (shoko) by @reignpage ³ ; the things i’d do for roomie shoko 🚬🚬 and if that means waking her up every morning with my mouth on her cooch, I’M IN IT TO WIN IT!!! reader here struggles with waking shoko up every morning to no avail, until accidents happen and they discover that the sure-proof way to rouse shoko is with orgasms 😁 shes so hot and flirty in this fic MEOWWWWW MEOWWWWWWWW

cherry (utahime) on ao3 ; i need to start off with saying UTAHIMES CHARACTERIZATION HERE IS SO MFING GOOD RAHHHHHH!!!!! utahime is fairly experienced and has never really had a good kiss, so reader shows her the ropes ;) utahime is sooo yummy in this i fr wanna DEVOUR her cos of how cute yet hot she is, ughhhtjshejdjw especially when some of her snark/possessiveness leaks outta her 🤭 sosososoooo good i simply cannot praise this fic enough

my rifle, pony and her (fem!gojo) by @liahcharms ; SAVE A HORSE RIDE A MFING OUTTTTTLAWAAAWW!!!!!! liah’s femjo in this fic is getting ridden through the mattress til the bedframe breaks and the floorboards below shatter like glass 🤤😋 reader works at a brothel and her new client is none other than gojo herself, a notorious outlaw. this whole fic is SO descriptively beautiful and each word drips with such gorgeous sensuality, its genuinely tooooo good. FEMJO LETS RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHA 👅

equal rights, equal fights (fem!gojo) by @reignpage ³ ; gojo gets hit by a gender-bending curse and naturally that means some fun is in store for her and for reader 😇 gojo’s competitiveness that shines while trying to show how many orgasms she can give reader as a woman and as a man is sooooohjtkwhrjaj yes im actively kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl!

in harmony (fem!geto) by @indom-itus ; lets all give nico their 10s cos oh my gawddddd this story is so lovely and god do i love femguru 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 ESPECIALLY WHEN SHES A ROCKSTAR! cheeky, cute, smug and flirty sugu with a certified #girlfailure reader is a top tierrrr dynamic, especially with all that pining between them… dreamy sigh. you won’t regret reading this fic fs!!

move on (fem!geto) by @suguruss1ut ; conniving ass femguru is truly my achilles heel cos i’d be tripping over myself tryna get on top of her and that strap jhtjwhrjs. geto and reader are best friends and roomies, so naturally when reader gets cheated on, she turns to geto for comfort… and ohhh does she make you forget about the situation FAST 🤭 and shes sooo mean in the hottest way possible ugh #INEEDDATNEOWWW

STREEEEEETCH YOU OUT (fem!toji) by @uzugeto ; FEMJI SAVE ME FEMJIIII LET ME BOUNCE ON THAT STRAP SLOPPY STYLE!!! after reader gives birth to the zenin heir, her STANK ASS incel husband signs her up for a gym membership, where reader meets her new trainer, toji…. and whewwww is the mental picture of a sweaty, bulked up femji a TREAT. i love jade’s humor that she weaves into her fics alongside very real world insecurities and fears, there’s no dissonance cos of how seamlessly she executes her fics. this whole fic, from the yearning/thirsting stage to the eventual smut, is a certified wlw masterpiece cos WHEWWW

express yourself (yuki, shoko, utahime, fem!gojo, fem!geto, fem!sukuna) by @wiinterz ³ ; based on movies such as secretary and stoker, each smut piece features secretary!reader and a super hot boss. all of them are SO toe-curling and scrumptious that i simply cannot narrow down my favorites LOL. you will enjoy every single one of these, truuuust 🤞🏽

drabbles:

edging yuki (yuki) by @kamitv ; smut

phone sex (yuki) by @fushigur0lover ; smut

milf!yuki repaying her gratitude by eating you out (yuki) by @amortoru ; smut

prey (yuki) by @schilders ; smut

guilty pleasure (yuki) by @indiewritesxoxo ; angst, suggestive

yuki really loves her motorcycle (yuki) by @gyarujo ; fluff

yuki thinks about you when she works out (yuki) by @whosepyramidscheme ; smut

i can’t drown you out (no matter what i do) (shoko) on ao3 ; light angst, smut

your first time (shoko) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut

angst & miscommunication sex w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ³ ; angst, smut

lab rat (shoko) by @sugurusbadhabit ; smut

fingering you in front of a mirror (shoko) by @moviecritc ; smut

shoko loves your nursing boobs (shoko) by @manonism ; smut

nicu nurse reader and ob/gyn hooking up in an on call room (shoko) by @ieiripie ; smut

sex toys (shoko) by @eraserbread ; smut

messy drunk makeout with shoko turns into mutual fingering (shoko) by @gojosconsort ; smut

teeth (shoko) by @mydarlingem ² ; smut

she discovers your breeding kink (shoko) by @moviecritc ; smut

your girlfriend and professor shoko helps you with your homework (shoko) by @requiemdesreves ² ; smut

nine in the afternoon (shoko) by @mydarlingem ; fluff, suggestive

halloween surprise w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ; smut

granted for patience (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ³ ; smut

SMS (shoko) on ao3 ; smut

nonsexual acts of intimacy: shoulder rubs (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ; fluff

nonsexual acts of intimacy: playing with hair (utahime) by @kusahigunanas ; fluff

scissoring (utahime) by @kunareads ; smut

just like high school (utahime) by @wiinterz ; smut

kiss it better (fem!gojo) by @wiinterz ; smut

swimmer fem!gojo (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ² ; suggestive

my bitch (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ; smut

long distance gf!suguru geto getting you a replica of her cock (fem!geto) by @moviecritc ; smut

homoerotic friendship with femguru (fem!geto) by @getozzn ; suggestive

the squirter (fem!sukuna) by @requiemdesreves ; smut

lactation (fem!sukuna) by @lilacxquartz ; smut

impatient girl (shokohime) by @cuntphoric ; smut

a man’s place (shokohime ft. gojo) by @reignpage ; smut

girls girls girls (yukishokohime) by @mooniewritess ; smut

You’re pumping your fingers in your needy cunt just thinking about it after every damn date with this boy. Whining out in your bed with your hips bucking up, gasps escaping your lips desperately in your empty room. Pumping faster and faster until you’ve got that sticky release all over your hand.

It’s almost as if you have this sort of ritual now, before you see your boyfriend and right after/.

Your rose toy is probably fucking tired of you.

As if you don’t you ache so damn bad around him it’s painful, hard not to shamelessly hump his thigh till you cum. No, the toy? This takes the edge off just a bit, but even the way you moan his name in your sleep is endlessly hilarious to your poor roommates that have to hear you between the walls of your off campus apartment.

“Still a virgin?” Utahime asked with a laugh when you had woken up this morning, getting ready to see Satoru.

“Not by choice,” you grumble, shaking your head and grabbing a coffee pod from the little rack, popping your favorite inside and pressing the on button. The aroma hits immediately, waking your tired brain.

You’d had the filthiest damn dream of him fucking your tits, cock sliding up and down in messy strokes that had you needing a damn shower right now.

You’re just perpetually ovulating.

Satoru is the perfect boyfriend, truly he is. He’s sweet, he’s a gentleman despite his blue eyes and where they glance too long. Mostly, he cares. You’ve fallen so in love with him so quickly over these past few months, but every time you think that things might progress, Satoru stops it. Gently lifting you up off his lap and sighing, kissing his way up your jaw, his snowy lashes tickling your cheek.

‘Sweetheart, let’s pause this,’ he would murmur those words all sweet and sultry against your skin after almost sucking on those nipples that just stay hard around this man, instead hovering a breath away so it ghosts your tits. Those huge hands brushing just underneath them.

It’s torture, really.

‘Oh, okay Toru,’ you’d whisper back, he’d moan and kiss up your neck, breaths tickling your skin. ‘Mnh…’

‘You’re so beautiful, god look at you.’

It was just wrong to talk to you like that!

“You poor baby. At least you have your toy collection,” Shoko teases, sneaking in and brushing your hair back. “Extensive, too.”

You flip her off, peeking at the phone then and seeing Satoru's name pop up.

Study session?

“Dick session?” She asks, you gasp, as if affronted at such a suggestion.

“I would never assume such a thing!”

You hope so.

*****

It’s not.

No, it’s not a dick session at all.

It really is an actual goddamn study session – both of you were sitting there in Satoru’s living room, his place was far fancier than anywhere, but that came from him being the Dean’s very son. It intimidated you a little at first, but now you’ve grown comfortable, as he made you feel so special.

Today though?

Well, you can’t focus on anything but how badly you’d love to kneel and suck your nerdy boyfriend, his thighs spread wide all slutty.

God his legs are long.

You bet his cock is-

“And this equation?” Satoru teasingly asks you, distracting you from your slutty freaking brain.

You're not even sure what stumbles out of your mouth for an answer, without saying how thick you think the circumference of his cock must be.

That is something you’ve done with your past experiences, and you know you’re good at it. You could easily deep throat a man and you wanted to see his cock so damn bad – could he be a challenge, though?

Your eyes drift down his chest, he peeks at you curiously.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks casually, spinning his pen between his fingers and studying you. “Hard question?”

“Um… yeah, a very hard time…”

Stop that! Stop looking at his dick print!

“The question is hard?”

“Uh… the question… yes.” You feel like a damn pervert every time you’re around him, can’t you chill and let things happen when they happen?

He sighs and stands up, stretching his arms up over his head, his abdomen revealed when his dress shirt rides up, showing those little v cuts that make your ovulating brain just a million times worse. It’s like you’re in heat. It's so pathetic right now – maybe you should avoid him till it stops.

“Let’s take a break then.”

“Yeah?”

He chuckles at how eager you are at the thought and comes up to you, leaning down with a hand on each arm of your chair, tilting his head so some of that soft white hair falls over his forehead. You brush a bit of it back and he kisses your palm, lips warm and sweet.

“You’ve been such a good girl, how can I not treat you a bit?” Your heart hammers in your chest, until those next words spill from his lips. “Boba?”

“What? Huh?” You blink as he eases back, pulling up his phone and leaning against the desk. “Boba??”

“Yeah, Boba, I’ll buy you some, I know you love it,” he smiles curiously as you bury your face in your hands. “No Boba? Matcha then?”

“I’m um…” About to cum if he touches you once even. “No, I guess Boba is fine. Thanks Toru.” you manage to say, thighs pressing together, Satoru frowns, kneeling now and gently taking your hands off your face, seeing your blush.

“Are you sick!? You’re all flushed!”

“I’m not-”

“You’re burning,” he touches your cheek in concern, and you almost fucking feel bad – you’re not sick, you’re ovulating. “Baby girl, let’s get you to a doctor right now!"

“No, no I feel fine, I’m not warm because of that,” you shift in your seat and whine out at just that friction. “Promise.”

He frowns and watches you carefully. “You’re hurting, it could be the start of something!”

“Well yeah I hurt,” you sigh as he spreads your thighs and kneels between them, shoving at him. “You’ll make it even worse down there.”

“I’ll make what worse, exactly? Your…” He trails off then, seeing your panties and blushing himself, pink dancing across his high cheekbones and dusting them in that rose. “Y-your… your panties are so… uh… s-soaked and…”

You should freak out at this proximity, at just how much he can finally see of you, but all you can do is whine again, as his eyes shoot back up to yours. “I’m okay, promise.”

“Am I neglecting my pretty girlfriend?” He asks softly, just a little nervous. Satoru has never touched anyone but you, but he’s extensively studied the female anatomy, and how to make you cum.

He just wanted your first time to be perfect.

That’s why he was waiting – the last thing he needed was for you to not enjoy your first time, though he knows you’re a little more experienced than he is – Satoru’s hardly kissed anyone before you. Not because he couldn’t – he just had no interest in that sort of thing until he met you – and even then, he really couldn’t find the damn courage to ask you out forever.

“No I’m being a damn pervert,” you cover your face and he chuckles at that.

“You’re being a what, now?”

You sink into the seat, mumbling. “You heard me.”

He’d been your best friend for so long, thinking there was no chance in the world – always jerking his cock with any article of clothing you’d leave in his room, like a filthy depraved pervert – and you think you were one perverted here?

Does him wanting the timing to be just right making you think that?

Satoru exhales softly, just a hint of what he wants to say slipping from his plump lips.

“What, do you touch your little pussy thinking of me?”

His voice has you lowering your hands, he spreads those thighs and slides up your skirt, making you moan out, head falling back, your hands gripping the arms of the chair even tighter.

“Wha-?” You can’t even finish your damn word.

“Asked you a question, baby.”

“God,” he’s diabolical without knowing – or maybe he does know. You’re trembling as you lean back, letting his thumb brush on your clit and gasping at the touch, already getting slick from a brush on your skin. “What question?”

“Not paying attention, tsk,” he clicks his tongue and his teeth nip your inner thigh, sinking in and making you whine out. “Do you touch her?”

“Y-yes,” he hums a bit, tugging your panties up until your lips are visible, that dark spot growing as slick starts pouring. “Please…”

“Be patient, baby,” he leans back now, smirking at you. “Show me?”

“Are you sure you…”

“Please? I wanna see so bad,” you blush now, you masturbate sure – but not in front of people! “I’ll show you?”

“Show me you um… jerking off?”

“Yeah, I mean… yeah?” You sigh a bit.

“Toru…”

“Mmm?”

“Why don’t I um… suck you?” He is bright red now, he’s almost busting just thinking of your mouth – that won’t do. His first blow job and he busts in one go!? No, Satoru has to jerk it three times before he gets the privilege of fucking your pretty little mouth, of feeling your pink tongue on him.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet? But you’re so hard,” you giggle and tease him with your foot nudging his thigh, he glares and catches it, shoving it wide. “Not yet, then. So you just wanna see me touch myself?”

“God yes, dreamed of that since…” He trails off then, he doesn’t want to admit just how long he’s jerked off to you, because it was before you even knew who Satoru Gojo was. “Lemme see.”

“Okay…” you lean back, running your fingertips over your panties, slipping underneath and leaning your head back, eyes fluttering shut, hearing Satoru’s soft little whine. “Toru…”

“Fuck,” he thought he could handle this, but he’s utterly failing, he can’t even see your pretty pussy and he’s already throbbing, leaking so much pre it hurts, sticking to his brand new digimon boxers. “You’re s’pretty, sweetheart.”

You blush as you look at him with dazed eyes, running little circles right around your puffy clit, coated in hot slick as it dribbles out of your panties. He swipes some of it on his fingers, studying it carefully, his tongue going to lap at it, moaning as the sweetness coats his tongue.

“Oh you’re t-tasting me,” it makes you needier, until you have to plunge two fingers inside your messy, quivering hole, that loud squelch echoing in your ears. He’s gripping your thigh with one hand bruising until you cry out.

“Fuck, so s-sorry… baby I hurt… y-you…”

“No, no, like it,” he moans and puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing again so hard it aches. He's jerking his cock faster, whining out when he sees your slick fingers pull out of your panties. You press your cum soaked fingers to his lips and he eagerly wraps them around, sucking them off. “Toru…”

“So sweet, my pretty girlfriend,” his glasses fog up when he leans down, licking your inner thigh that is trembling, sliding higher until his tongue is on you – but it's not on your skin, it's on the soaked cotton of your panties.

“Fuck…” he moans as he gets those juices that are spilling through the fabric, his and squeezing his own cock as your thighs sit over his shoulders. 

“More, please,” you're tugging at his hair so hard it hurts, bucking up your hips for more. “I need you, please.”

“Such a needy girlfriend,” he murmurs, thumb circling his drooling tip, looking up at you with desperation in his pretty blue eyes. “You want me to lick it more for you?”

Your answer is a little nod, even having him lick you over your panties is more than you've ever had done, and fuck it feels good. Sinful as he trails a long, slow stripe over the fabric, the tip stopping right over your twitchy clit, his moan is muffled against the damp cotton.

“Toru!” He's lost in your scent, in that taste, the little hints of lace decorating your panties rough against his tongue, the sound is fucking filthy.

Satoru tugs those panties up more firmly, strings of gossamer saliva dripping and dissolving, peering up at you with flushed cheeks. “Like that, baby? Is this what you were thinking about instead of studying?”

Your only answer is to nod quickly, a jerky little motion as he sees those puffy lips just swallowing the damp material. He swipes his tongue over and over, the heat and wetness of his mouth making your entire body tremble. You feel it heating up, hearing the messy sounds of his own cock fucking his fist, wishing it were your throat instead.

"Oh god, Toru," you whimper out it so pathetically, your hands tangling in his soft white hair, fluffy and silky underneath your touch, trying to pull him closer, to shove his face where you need it. “Not enough, mnh!”

He chuckles against your puffy cunt, the vibration and the quick lave of his tongue have you on edge. Pulse racing as he had the audacity to tease you, landing a wet smack on your cunt that had you pathetic.

"Ah - ah," he clicks his tongue, catching your wrists in one of his stupidly large hands and pinning them against your waist, smirking at you in a way that's utterly not dirty at all. "No touching yet, sweetheart. I'm taking my time with you."

“Meanie,” he chuckles again, but you love it – feeling that strength as he grips you so tight. “My panties are ruined, Toru.”

“Mmm. Yes they are,” he tugs them again, looking at how wet the material is, just a pathetic little scrap of fabric with your juices pouring.

Instead of showing you mercy and moving them, he just presses them further against you again, tongue shoving that fabric until it's flush with your needy clit, you swear you can feel his tastebuds as that tongue drags through the fabric, pausing everywhere that has you jerking and honing in.

Like this nerdy boy is studying you.

Oh. He is.

He's methodical, almost clinical with his research of your needy, clothed cunt just separated by this pathetic little piece of fabric, his tongue pressing more firmly against your soppy lil hole. She is pulsing around nothing, torturous strokes, pressing his fingers up and down, you're hot and sticky underneath his touch.

“Toru!” Your wrists are still pinned, his cock forgotten even though it's dripping down onto the soft, plush rug below his knees. Satoru finds your clit again and looks up under snowy lashes, you watch the drips of slick connect with that wickedly long tongue.

“Mmm. I bet I could see myself inside you,” he whispers, you suck in a breath at that, as if he is measuring the distance of your entrance to your belly button, easing your wrists to tug up your top, nipping your puffy lips over the fabric. “Scientifically.”

“Then experiment, scientifically.” He chuckles like the little shit he is, finding your clit once more, a hand pressing where he imagines his cock would bulge out.

“You are so needy f'me, s'pretty like this,” his words slur as he wraps his plump lips around your twitchy clit, barely concealed and swollen underneath the cotton material that is dripping wet. He pulls it in his mouth and sucks it hard through your panties, humming against you.

You're aching, cunt filling his hungry mouth as your hands land back on his hair, his movements making you cry out and buck your hips against his mouth for more.

“So sweet right now, god, look at that…”

Satoru is so close to cumming when he grabs his cock at the base again, squeezing so goddamn hard – he could almost bet that if he felt your cunt without the fabric, he'd spurt his white ropes everywhere.

Make a mess of you.

“Mnh. You close, sweetheart?”

Your answer is a jerky little nod, as he keeps torturing you with this fucking barrier, his teeth grazing that tiny clit ever so lightly through the fabric, making you scream out, your head falling back. Your panties are absolutely ruined now, utterly transparent with your slick and his spit coating them, your sweet little cries rushing through his ears.

Satoru? Well, he laps at the mess he's making happily, his tongue coating the entire area in circles that deliberately avoid that spot until you're twitching, tears falling down your cheeks.

"Such a messy girl," he moans out those words, eyes black when they peek up at you, his voice husky as your slick clings to his lips. "Soaking these pretty little panties f’me.”

“Please, Toru… move ‘em please,” he smirks and decides to have mercy on you, tugging them to the side of one of your lips and exhaling, watching the slick drool and spill down. You gasp as the air hits your cunt, already aching and needy, the dampness making it a cool shock.

“Fuck, you're so pretty,” he murmurs, his cock just about to bust without his touch, he glides his tongue from your ass all the way to your clit, looking right up at you. “Is this what you were thinking of, hmm? My tongue inside you?”

“Your cock, too,” he chuckles against you, but just a couple more flicks has you close, as he spreads your cunt wide, studying your every expression.

“Look at that. My slutty little girlfriend.”

Satoru is trying his best to hold it together, but when his tongue glides into your gummy walls and they grip him, he's too far gone, slurping up every bit of the cum that just pours out. You shatter so damn pretty, squirting all over his face, dripping down his chin until it's glossy, his cock starts pulsing right with your hole, imagining her milking him.

“F-fuckk….”

“Toru, mnh! S'good I… please…” You’re overheated, body sensitive, it’s just not enough, even with his tongue lavishing every bit of your pussy.

Not enough.

“Please what, baby? Mnh,” he grips his veiny cock as he cums with his tongue on your clit, more of your mess drenching his throat, his face, his shirt. His white ropes coat his hand, lashes fluttering shut as he savors your jumping clit in his mouth, whining against you.

“Want your cock in my mouth, Toru please…” he exhales, breath making you jolt, looking up at you with a blush.

“I um…” he leans back on his knees and you see the mess, blushing at it. 

“I didn't touch you though…”

“Didn't need to,” he's clearly a little embarrassed, you take his cum soaked hand then – dripping white – and wrap your mouth around one of his thick fingers. “Oh fuck…”

You suck him right off, tasting that salty white substance and moaning as it hits your taste buds. Satoru pulls back and laps it off his own fingers, before kissing you right with it, the mess spilling between your mouths and dripping down.

Satoru Gojo – your nerdy boyfriend with an insane Digimon collection was a fucking freak, greedily drinking his own cum off your mouth.

You’re trembling when the door knocks, and you faintly remember that he has ordered you boba. He’s the epitome of a perfect boyfriend after that, considerate, caring, cleaning the little rivulets of your own release from your inner thighs – you’re stuck back on the opposite side of the bed, cuddling him and watching a movie.

Satoru even has the audacity to snore after, heavy body wrapping as you ache to get filled by him – at least the movie was so damn boring you drift off right next to him.

****

“I’m gonna die a virgin,” you mumble to Shoko and Utahime the next weekend, aside from more heated kisses and grinding on Satoru’s thigh after your well planned out dates – nothing.

You’re aching.

How much use could your rose toy really see!? And now you even have two more toys going along with it, though you doubt any of them are getting close to Satoru and how good he must feel. No ‘clit sucker’ could come close to what that nerdy little mouth could do.

“You look like you’re dying, girl, damn…” Utahime earns your glare. “Is it that bad?”

“He finally got me off and…” You blush now, unable to finish your sentence, remembering his tongue drinking up your juices.

“Does he know what a clit is?”

“Very much so, it was so good.”

They look surprised.

“You all have no clue, he really was,” Shoko laughs at that, leaning back and hitting the vape, handing it over to you. “No, no.”

“You need a smoke, sweets,” you grimace, brushing your hair back, pacing back and forth as the two girls watch you, snuggling with each other. “You’re pacing holes in the carpet.”

“I can’t handle this, I just… god I wanna suck his dick, is it so terrible? He hasn’t even let me touch it. I sound like a horny ass man, I hate it. I wanna respect him, I really do.”

“You wanna respect him with his cock in your throat?” Shoko finishes.

“Yes. I mean!? I will respect him without the cock in my mouth! You two are menaces.”

They’re laughing like the brats they are, blowing smoke in each other’s mouths, you damn near moan in frustration. Satoru’s gotten you off that one time, then since then he has gone right back to worshipping you in the sweet way he always did, as if you’ll what – forget about his tongue?

His stupidly long fingers…

The cum on your tongue that you lapped right off!?

The taste.

“Ugh -” you lean back and sink further into the couch. “I really am gonna die.”

“Can’t die, we’ve got that party tonight,” Utahime teases, kissing Shoko’s lips and giggling just a bit, you pout at the two of them.

In public Satoru would kiss your hand at best.

Where on earth even had that freak come from that spit his cum in your mouth last week!? He’s all gone again – the pocket protector wearing Nerd Gojo in his place, like some twin fucking took over for a minute.

“I can’t go to a party and get drunk, I’ll make a fool of myself around him, one drink and my pussy has a mind of its own…” You finally sit down, plopping back into the seat. “I feel like a pervert.”

“You are! Let’s just call you fucking pervy Sage.”

“Hey!” You glare at Utahime, Shoko is inhaling another puff of smoke, you cough just a bit. 

“Hah – Sanji from One-”

“Don’t even!? I’m not that bad,” you huff at her, frowning now. “I swear I'm not trying to be pervy. God, what is in this weed?”

“Hmm,” Shoko tugs Utahime on her lap. “I wonder if he's scared you'll like … bite his dick.”

“You're so fucking mean,” you cough a little more, eyes watering as you scowl at the two of them.

“Look slutty, like really slutty,” Shoko walks up now, tilting your chin up and crooking her lips up at the corner. “Something that screams – fuck me.”

“He licked my panties and didn’t even…”

“Really slutty,” Utahime agrees, tapping her chin. “Ooh! I know, I have the perfect outfit in mind, that little black dress of yours.”

“But it’s too small for me now! It’s from like high school, and thanks to you two cooking all the time, my hips-”

“Exactly.”

“Exactly what? Oh…”

You trail off now, realizing what everyone knew – that Satoru loves your hips, he grabbed on to them every chance he got, even when he was just a little bit shy.

“Okay…”

They kiss again in front of you, laughing a bit, making you lovesick for your man – your nerdy man who you wish would kiss you in that way, tongues all dripping. It’s not even fair.

“All lovey dovey, fuck you both.”

They’re so hot and rude laughing at you – you decide to just disappear, you don’t need your hot ass best friends making out in front of you when you’re already in pain from the constant edging from Satoru. You are rushing to your room and trying on outfit after outfit, before finally deciding on the exact fucking one they brought up.

You would look as sexy as you could and hopefully get your boyfriend to not be able to resist you.

But also you’ll respect his decision, dammit! You can wait as long as he wants to, even if you were absolutely gonna put your tits and ass out there for him. Looking in the mirror and touching up your lipstick, swiping a finger across your lower lip to smudge it just a tad.

“Oh damn you look hot, Sanji,” Utahime says when you come out.

“I am not Sanji.”

“You are.”

“Fuck you both!”

*****

Satoru can’t keep his damn eyes off you.

Fuck you’re pretty tonight.

That damn little black dress clinging to your skin is fucking ruining Satoru’s mind, brain short circuiting as the two of you navigate the insanely packed frat house, one of his hands on the small of your back protectively. People are all bumping into everyone, stumbling around, absolutely no chance he lets someone hurt you by accident.

Moreso, Satoru Gojo can’t get his fucking hands off you, no, he can feel your warmth right through the thin layer of cotton material, fingers splaying across it. He reminds himself in his head over and over just what a horrible thing it would be to fucking take your first time at a frat party, even as he has to adjust his cock, turning from you to face the wall for a moment.

“Everything okay, Toru?” You ask softly, hand on his back, he laughs, a fake and terrible attempt at being normal, turning right back around to you.

“Me!? Yes, yes. Do you need a drink, babydoll?” He asks.

The music kicks on as he speaks, and all you can see are his plump lips forming words, ringing from how damn loud they’re blaring the worst dance music known to man. “What!!”

“A drink!!”

“Huh?”

“A DRINK-”

The music pauses for just a minute, switching to something else but leaving multiple people to stare at Nerdy Gojo shouting.

You blink a bit at his shouting, he swears he’ll kill Suguru and Nanami for having the audacity to fucking laugh at him and his pain. Them smoking weed earlier and trying to give him every tip known to man on how to bury said tip right against that surely cute little cervix.

As if Satoru hadn’t studied extensively.

“Yes, please,” you smile all pretty, letting him guide you through, he just about loses it from the sheer amount of eyes locked onto you, gripping you just a little too tight, feeling the curve of those breedable hips underneath his fingertips.

Imagine having them bent over, his hands fit so perfect-

No, he can make it another night, a dumb frat party was not the time or place for something so precious as your first time. Even if you smell that good, and you’re dancing all over him, giggling, your ass brushing right against where his cock has tented his dark jeans.

Your drink in one hand, the other in his as he pulls you against him, for a nerdy boy, Gojo can absolutely move his body. You feel so goddamn good against him, with your waist in his grip now, his lips pressed against your ear – he can inhale that sweet scent you just naturally fucking have.

That’s when he realizes he’s about to cum if your ass rubs up on his cock one more damn time with those heels making you tall enough, he could bend you over and slide it right in. God he bets you’re so wet too.

Satoru has to pull back, making you blink just a bit in confusion, he downs the rest of his drink, smiling apologetically.

“Bathroom, sweetheart.”

“Oh, um… okay, want me to-”

Satoru runs the fuck off.

Maybe you’re doing too much, shit… you were absolutely grinding all up on Satoru because you were craving him so bad. You needed to give him more time! If the roles were reversed, you know he would, even if he may want to as badly as you do. Going to pour yourself a shot, you throw it back and let your eyes shut, sighing just a bit as it burns your throat.

You need to ease up and let Satoru take his time, even if you have to press your thighs together to resist the needy urge of rubbing your cunt on anything right now.

Maybe you are fucking Sanji.

*****

Satoru’s leaned back on the door, unzipping his pants and seeing his reddened cockhead, and just how fucking swollen it is. He’s jerking his cock desperately, whimpering out as the door gets knocked on, banged on in fact by fucking Sukuna of all people.

“Gotta take a piss man, stop jerking it.”

“I’m not!? I’m pissing right now – w-wait,” Satoru is jerking it of course, but how dare Sukuna call him out on it. Dickhead fratboy that he is, he’s chuckling outside of the door, but none of it is getting rid of Satoru’s throbbing erection.

He’s just way too needy, too sensitive, he can see his reflection in the mirror – those flushed pink cheeks. Sukuna thankfully fucks off, but Satoru can't even cum with just his hand, not when he knows your little fist would feel so much better, when your mouth and pussy would grip him.

No, Satoru is left tortured.

*****

You are alone for some time, concerned if he was somehow drunk or sick when the leader of the frat – the slutty ass, pink haired jock named Sukuna comes up to you, sipping his cup and flickering his red eyes up and down your face.

“Hmm, Gojo left you all alone?”

“And?” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him now, he smirks just a bit, leaning close. “He’s busy. Okay?”

“Mmm… yeah,” he peeks over his shoulder now, then looks right back down at you. “So.”

“So, what?”

He grins all big. “Wanna play beer pong?”

“Beer pong?”

“Mhm,” he tugs at a little lock of your hair. “Bet I stomp your ass at it. Look like such a good girl.”

“Hah you think I've never been to a party!?”

“Never seen you before aside from with your nerdy lover boy,” he pours you a drink now and inclines his head.

“I've partied, just… usually me and Toru are busy.”

He snorts at that.

So busy your boyfriend is jerking his cock in the bathroom.

“I see, so busy, huh?”

“Yes but…” you curse now, shaking your head. Satoru has been gone fifteen minutes and won't answer a text, a game of beer pong wouldn't hurt. “Fine then.”

It doesn’t take long until there is an entire gathering of people to watch you absolutely annihilate Ryomen Sukuna in beer pong, to the point he is fucking furious. You're landing the pong ball in every cup, decimating the entire frat at a certain point, giggling as you study them, down to the last shot, against Sukuna again.

“Beginners luck or some shit,” he’s fucking furious – you swear you see his vein ticking underneath his jaw.

Satoru is still not here.

You’re worried but you’re also enjoying the cheers, especially when you land that last one, giggling as the frat brothers who were talking all that shit about the nerdy girlfriend of Satoru moments before are now staring in disbelief. With one final, perfect arc, the ball splashes into the last cup. 

It really is beginner's luck.

But.

Also, fuck Sukuna.

"Damn, girl!" someone yells, and you take a little bow, rubbing it right in Sukuna’s face now, who is slamming down the rest of his beer.

Surely he drank enough to get annihilated – but somehow still standing just normal, big ass man has some insane tolerance because those eyes look completely aware.

"Guess I'm not such a good girl after all, huh?" you tease Sukuna, who's standing there looking down at you, setting the cup down and crushing it.

“Hmmm,” his red eyes dilate just a bit as he steps closer to you, suddenly making you feel just a bit nervous.

Satoru hates Sukuna.

It’s well known, since high school the two of them have been overcompetitive and absolutely insane against each other. He’d be fucking furious if he saw you anywhere near him at all. You peek and see him across the crowd then, getting a text from Shoko blinging on your phone.

He’s really mad.

He is.

You get another text now from Utahime, biting down on your lower lip.

Make him jealous and maybe you’ll get dicked down, Sanji.

“I’m not Sanji,” Sukuna raises a brow, lips twitching. “I’m not.”

“Sanji? Who the fuck is that?”

“One piece?”

“Nerd – hey, wait,” you’re turning and he grabs your wrist for just a moment. “Shit, I mean… you’re right, you’re not a good girl, huh?”

“I sure beat your ass,” you say, pausing when he reaches out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray piece of hair back from your face, rough knuckles brushing against your cheek for a second too long.

"You did, you're full of surprises, brat.”

“Brat? Whatever…”

You can feel Satoru’s eyes on you – you’d pull back, but part of you wonders if making him jealous would bring that freak out that spit cum in your mouth – maybe you are a brat. You sip your drink, remaining normal.

“I’m dating Satoru, you’re too close.”

“Would nerdy ass Satoru know what to do, how to handle your ass?” He taunts, your eyes narrow, his laugh echoing despite the music as your boyfriend starts shoving his way through. “Show you that digimon collection?”

“I’m very pleased, thank you.”

“You look like you need to get your attitude fucked right out of you,” your fingers itch to slap him now. “If he fucks up, you know where to find me.”

“No thank you, I- Toru!”

Satoru is between you and Sukuna, shoving him off and glaring right at him – perhaps the two tallest men at the party right face to face, Sukuna’s smirk making Satoru want to punch him.

“Why are you so close to my future wife?”

“Wife?” You blush and he glares at you.

“Yes, and baby momma – but you’re being a brat,” he whispers, Sukuna snorts at that.

“She is a brat.”

“You can’t call her that,” he shoves the big ass man and takes your hand now. “She has better shit to do than talk to you.”

“Aw, but we were having fun,” Satoru is dragging you away, you blink just a bit, almost scowling at Sukuna who blows you a kiss.

What a dick.

BUT.

Satoru is fuming, and he’s hot.

You’re so toxic!

“What’s wrong, Toru? I was just playing some beer pong,” you say all innocently, as he drags you past everyone, you’re struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Um… what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong!? Hah,” he’s laughing, psychotic and feral like you turned on a switch in his brain, when he finally starts getting some privacy. “Everything.”

“I don’t get it…”

“He was hitting on you,” Satoru yanks you away in the center of the party, you barely bite back your giggle at how excited you are to see him this way, looking ever so serious when he glares down at you.

Maybe you are evil, loving how mad he is, how jealous he is when he presses you against the hallway wall on the other side of the party, you can feel the music humming through the walls, but not as fast as your heart is racing looking up at your blue eyed boyfriend. Blue eyed angry boyfriend.

This isn't sweet Satoru at all, no – he's completely fucking unhinged, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths, cupping your face and jerking your chin to look up at him.

“You think he was?” You ask softly, making him raise a brow. “I thought he was just… being nice?”

You make him laugh without humor now, thumb brushing across your lip. “Are you being bratty, sweetheart? Teasing me, making me jealous?”

“What? No,” you straight up fucking lie to his face, batting your lashes all innocent and cute, but you can tell my that little smirk he doesn’t buy any of it for shit right now.

“No?”

“No, I was just talking, Toru. Isn't that fine?” You trail your hands up his chest, wrapping your fingers around to hook behind his neck, tugging him down to face you. “It’s fine for me to make friends, isn’t it?”

“Not when he's looking at these pretty tits,” he cups one, making you suck in a breath – your needy boyfriend is never this bold. “They're not his to look at.”

“Oh?” You lean forward now, tip toeing as he leans low, thumb brushing over a nipple, making it perk up for his touch. “Are they yours? Yours to look at?”

He’s losing it, his pulse hammering behind his ears, in his wrists, everywhere was hammering, his mouth practically salivating as he cups that tit right where anyone can see, big hand squishing it. You gasp out at the sensation, your lashes fluttering closed, little whines mingling against his lips.

“Yes, mine, every inch of you is mine,” Satoru shakes his head now with a soft laugh. “He thought he could dance with you. Kiss your lips? Lips that are mine.”

“All yours,” you open your eyes and giggle again, earning his scowl. “Sorry you're just so cute like this.”

Satoru blinks.

“Oh, I’m cute?”

You go to press a kiss when he snatches you up in one swoop, you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck now. Thighs trembling as he carries you to some room he finds, stumbling you in and shoving you right against the door.

“You think I'm cute,” he presses his cock against your slick heat, slutty little panties practically ruined for him, grinding his cock until you're gasping out. “Well I think that you're a brat.”

You gasp. “Me?”

Two people calling you that.

Well… maybe you are.

“You are bratty, with those pretty fucking lips,” he's kissing you filthy, tongues dancing, saliva dripping between you both, easing you down so that you slide against his body achingly slow. “Maybe I should shut your bratty mouth up.”

Oh fuck.

“Yes please?” He glares at your big fucking grin. 

“On your knees then, sweetheart,” you so eagerly obey, he laughs softly, his heart hammering in his chest, a mix of being utterly furious, nervous about his first time, and dumbstruck by the sight of your heart eyes. “Look at you, bein’ such a good girl – but are you really that desperate to suck me?”

“Please yes,” you have no shame – all you want is Satoru’s cock deep and buried in the back of your throat. “If you want though! C-consent.”

“As if I haven’t wanted this for years,” he shakes his head and tilts your chin up, sighing. “I wanted to do it all perfect, to lick and kiss every inch, worship your body until you were writhing, so fucking needy for it.”

Satoru unclicks his belt, the metallic click hitting your ears. “Mnh… years?”

"Years," he repeats softly, unbuttoning his jeans entirely too slow for you, you go to move your hands and he halts them with a little smack, you bite down on your lip, aching. “Hands on your thighs, you’ll listen to me for once, since you’ve been driving me so fucking crazy.”

“Me, making you crazy, really,” you do as he says though – eagerly – palms on your thighs, he laughs a bit, the sound of his zipper lowering echoing in the room even with the reverberating walls.

“You know every time you drag that messy cunt on me it ruins me, right?” He draws out that word, sighing now. "Every time you wore those little skirts and bent over, every time you'd bite your lip while concentrating…”

Satoru drags a thumb down your lip now, achingly slow against the plumpness that moves underneath it, your teeth nip on his thumb teasingly, and then you let him push your mouth open.

“Open real wide, sweetheart,” you do just that, and he can’t help but whimper as he presses down on your tongue, as if he’s studying the recesses of your open, eager mouth. “Wider, can’t you? For me?”

You listen eagerly, opening wide and fucking obscene, your tongue out for any bit of him he wants to give you, core just aching.

“Fuck, I've imagined this exact moment."

Satoru won’t tell you just how long he has, either, he swallows – just a bit nervous now.

“Suck,” you suck his digits, slurping them and moaning around them, imagining his cock instead, loving how dominant he’s being. “Stop.”

You obey, making him raise a brow.

“You like me tellin’ you what to do? Is that why you got me so fucking mad, so jealous, to have you listen?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, as he shoves his jeans down, and the hard, thick length of his bugle strains against the thin fabric of his boxers. “Pokemon? You traitor!”

“I can’t wait to shut your mouth up tonight,” you giggle at that, Satoru sighs and frowns at them, brushing your hair back a bit. “They were a gift, okay?”

“I’ll buy you digimon ones.”

“God, you’re so perfect,” you’re still giggling, when he gently smacks your face – the lightest little touch that has you almost moaning. “Open up again, yeah? Be a good girl, baby.”

“Mmm, yes,” you nod your head, doing just as he says – the side of freaky Satoru you only saw hints of last week when he’d lavished your panties with his long tongue.

“You got me jealous on purpose, yeah? Wore that slutty outfit to fucking ruin me, wanted cock in your throat that bad? Got me fucking leaking so much… fuck…”

Your answer is to keep that mouth open, leaning forward as you lap your tongue along the damp spot where his pre cum has already soaked through, right over a traitorous yellow pikachu. You’ll make more fun of that later, right now he’s jerking his hips, hissing at the drag of your cute lil tongue on him.

“Fuck…” You’re teasing him just like he did you – licking and sucking his tip over the damp cotton of his boxers. “Act so sweet and you’re evil, shouldn’t feel that good through that… mmm…”

Satoru’s letting you suck around his fat cockhead, slurping every bit of his white cum from it, tongue lolling right along that slit over and over.

“Torturing me back?”

“Yep,” you lick your lips, making him sigh, shaking his head now.

“Go on then, take what’s all yours…" his voice is low, hoarse damn near as he for the very first time pulls his cock out, letting it spring free, slapping against his lower abdomen with a loud, wet smack. “Can you fit all of it?”

You knew he’d be big.

You didn’t know he’d be that big, with his jeans undone all slutty, his pokemon boxers shoved down – his cock is perfect, just the right amount of thick and entirely too fucking long, with a prominent pale blue vein running along the underside. You’re literally drooling as he strokes it right in front of you, the head flushed a deep, pretty pink as it leaks white.

You’re soaked, fucking ruined.

“I can.”

You cannot.

Maybe?

You will try!

“Go on then, sweetheart, lemme see how good you can take all of me,” he chuckles as you lean forward without hesitation, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. “Teasin’ me more?”

You lap your tongue up, keeping your hands right where he asked you too, sliding underneath so you hit that frenum. His sharp inhale is met with his huge hand tugging in your hair so hard it hurts, pulling at the hairs on the nape of your neck.

“Fuck… greedy lil mouth,” he’s damn near slurring his words when you swirl your little tongue around the head, lapping up the salty taste of his cock underneath, brushing along that vein. He whimpers out when you wrap your lips around it and suck. “Oh my… f-fuck…”

Satoru loses it the first time you really suck his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down further as his other hand rests on the doorway, beginning to move so that he’s choking you. You’re whining out, aching to touch your cunt so bad you slide your fingers down.

“So desperate,” he tuts his tongue, fucking your throat now, his cock slamming the back of it as tears spill. “B-baby, is this s’okay?”

You pull back as he does, with a wet, filthy pop, grinning. “I want it, all the way deep in my throat, Toru, I can take it.”

“You can take all of it in that tiny lil’ throat? When she’s this tight?” He whispers, your nod makes him glare now. “Have you done this?”

You blink a bit. “Yes?”

“Then I’ll fuck your throat so hard you’ll forget anything but me,” he takes you over now, slamming deep inside, you’re whimpering as one of his feet spread your thighs, and you’re soaking his black boot. “That’s it, rutting on my boot and taking cock like a little slut, hmm?”

“Mnhgh…” you’re done for, this is exactly what you needed, him railing your throat until you can’t think, until you’re gagging and tears are spilling.

“Look at me,” he orders softly, you do just that as he presses deep, sniffling as you try to take all of him, he hisses as he feels his tip stretching that tight throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. “You know I fucking love you? And respect you?”

You giggle around him and he glares.

“You have to know if I’m gonna say all this,” you pull back again, fingers all coated in your slick, gliding it along his sticky tip.

“I know you love me, Toru. I love you…” He sighs, touching your cheek. “I love you talking to me this way, you could be meaner.”

“Oh? Fuck my frustration on your throat?”

“Please?”

“You’re ruining me,” he mumbles, slamming right back inside, now that he knows you’re okay, he can lose control, see how much you can take, as you grind on that shoe, nails now pressing in the muscles of his thighs, jeans slipping down. “Want our first time to really be right against this door? Shove your slutty skirt up and ruin your cunt for fuckin’ anyone?”

God, Satoru’s sexy like this, fogged glasses and all.

Your answer is to take him all the way, your nose brushing against the white hair, the tufts of it tickling your nose, he’s stuttering now, unable to stop himself from fucking faster, harder, the wet sounds mixing with his whines. He doesn’t hold them back, either, every time he does he feels a fresh gush of wetness even over that leather, he can see it shimmering as he pulls back and slaps his cock on your mouth.

“Slutty girl, this all f’me, huh? Not that fucking loser downstairs?”

“All you.”

“Hold that tongue out,” you do just that, and Satoru slaps his tip on your tongue over and over, as you keep grinding on him. “Can’t believe you’re this much of a pretty little whore, god I thought you were a good girl?”

“Toru… please…”

“Please what?” You just keep rubbing. “Desperate, fuck… stand up.”

You can hardly do that when he helps you by tugging you up, spitting directly in your mouth, you swallow it greedily, earning his pathetic moan as he turns you, shoving you against that door. “Mnh!”

“Stop me before I fill all your fucking holes with cum,” he’s kissing down your neck, his glasses cool against your neck, whines escaping his lips as he shoves that slutty lil dress up the gentle curve of your hip. “All of them, I’ll have your cunt drippin’, your throat full, fuck that ass while I’m at it.”

“Mngh, please, please,” it’s all you can do but to arch.

“That needy?” He’s tugging your panties to the side, dragging his tip up and down over and over, moans escaping his lips when he bends down, turning your face to him. “First time in a frat house against a door? You’re so wet do I even need to finger you right now?”

“Already did,” you answered, he laughs, shaking his head and kissing you, rubbing even more, teasing your slit with the fat head of his cock until you’re weak, your thighs shaking. “Please, please….”

“Please what, fuck your cunt for the first time? That’s what you’ve been wanting, me to lose it, huh?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, teasing even more, mouth messy and mean as he bumps your clit, until you squirt right down his length, dripping all down the carpet.

Sukuna’s carpet – it’s his room you faintly notice, as you see the little pictures on the walls.

You wonder if Satoru meant that.

“Squirting already, haven’t even fucked you yet,” he pulls back and bends down, slamming his cock so deep you scream out, head falling back as he tugs your hair, making your ass arch out as he fills you. “Oh my g-god… baby…”

“Toru,” he lets you adjust to his thickness, the very first time your cunt has ever been filled – and this wasn’t how he wanted to do it.

He wanted to stretch you out – one finger, two, then three – but you’re so soaked you suck him right in. Such a tight, perfect fit he can hardly take it, bending down to press sweet kisses on your bare shoulders, easing back and shoving in again, taking your hand and placing it on your tummy, pressing so you feel it all.

“Feel me here?” He asks softly, desperately – worried for a moment with how tight you are that he’s hurt you, but your answer is to look back at him with those slutty, parted lips and dilated eyes, nodding. “Who’s inside you?”

“You, Toru.” you answer, cunt spasming as she’s already close, his body overtaking you, wrapping and tugging, shoving even deeper.

“Who’s first?”

“You.”

“Who’s gonna make this cunt stretch out?”

“Y-you and… ah!”

“Mine, mine… fuck you’re all mine,” Satoru gave you that minute to adjust, a last mercy before your nerdy boyfriend fucking loses his mind. “Mine, this pretty body, this perfect pussy… you… mine…”

“Yours,” you whisper it over and over as Satoru fucks your messy cunt, even though it’s hard to take, you’re so full it feels perfect, letting his hand wrap your throat, fingers pressing on either side of your windpipe. “Ah!”

“Hah – such a perfect fit, made f’me,” he’s fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, cock gliding in and out of your sticky, gummy walls, fucking you so goddamn messy it's dripping down between your thighs. “B-babyyy…”

You arch for more when he pulls out of your cunt with a filthy squelch and you whine from the loss. “Back in, please…”

He lifts and carries you to the bed, thighs shoved wide, feral now as he shoves back inside and sees himself moving inside you. Every slick glide smoothing your puffy cervix, until she is bruised and aching, that dress shoved higher, panties tugged firmly to the side. He uses both to move in you, laughing as you gasp out, as your thighs tremble.

“Aw, is it too much, sweetheart? Too deep?”

Feral Satoru is here, mixed with sweet Toru, but his cock is anything but sweet – the way it stretches you out, fucking ruins you, pummels your cunt so deep you’re about to cum all over his length, already sensitive.

“Mhm!”

“Full of me?”

“Nghhhh…”

You don't know how the fuck else to answer, it all is entirely too much, the way he can see his cock print, his insane laugh, those blue eyes glittering with the frames fallen off. So blue it hurts to look at, eyes almost threatening to close.

“Nuh-uh, eyes on me, that's it,” Satoru keeps pumping into your cunt, leaning up to shove your thighs against your tits, smushing them as he fucks you dumb.

He knows it too.

“Can't think?”

“mmm, nnnhhh,” your answer is pathetic and just a babble really, as your nerdy, once virgin boyfriend pummels your messy, needy cunt until she's stuffed so full it hurts. Your nails pressing into biceps, digging in as he stretches your puffy lips on it.

“Can’t even fucking talk – already?” Your eyes roll back in your skull as his cock ruins your pussy, so deep you do feel him all over.

“Gonna pump you so full, hah will you finish college without me breeding your cunt?” Satoru Gojo is batshit insane, as he leans over you, bending you so that you're folded in half under his heavy weight. “What would you do then, hmm? If I breed your slutty cunt? Make you mine.”

“Want it, mmm,” you’re utterly fucking shameless about it, feeling his bruising grip, his cock getting creamy at the base as his heavy balls slap.

“Jerked it in the bathroom, had me so hard,” you bite down on your lip, gasps escaping your throat, eyes locked. “You love that, huh? Driving me insane, slutty dress, pretty body… god…”

He presses your thighs down enough to tug your tits out, gripping them and exhaling, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re peaks.

"Look at you," he pants, "taking my cock so well, pretty girl. You’re just such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

You can only moan in response, your body trembling as he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, your answer is to grip his hips with your thighs, letting him cup your face, pumping you so full that you can feel it all over. Warm and hot when he whines out so pathetically in your ringing ears, slutty little moans falling from your lips.

“Takin’ all of it, god…” He kisses you even as you shatter, your cunt spasming all around his veiny length, milking him for every drop. “So fucking greedy. So needy.”

He leans down and captures your lips, spurts of cum still pouring, you can feel him twitching, nails pressing into the strong muscles of his back. “Toru… l-love… toru y-you…”

“Cock drunk, sweetheart?” He teases, like the menace he really is – but he also lovingly caresses your cheek. “You took me like you were made for me.”

“I did?” You’re so damn drunk off him you’re slurring your words, pussy achingly empty, feeling his cum slipping out.

“You did a very good job. Such a good girl.”

“Yay!”

Satoru snorts at you, shaking his head and peppering kisses, leaned up on an arm, his shirt half open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. “You’re s’cute… I wanted to take it easy your first time.”

“I loved it,” you admit, yawning now, peeking around the room. “Mmm, can we go home though?”

“Of course we will,” he kisses down your body though, breath ghosting your thighs, spreading them to watch the filthy mess of his cum pour out, groaning. “You’re wasting it all, baby.”

“Hmm? Ah!” Satoru scoops some of that mess up against his fingertips, shoving it right back inside your quivering hole. You’re gripping him tight, thighs clamping down on his hand, as he smirks. “Toru you’re… crazy…”

“Mmm, you really have no idea what I have wanted to do,” he clicks his tongue, pushing that cum deep again, watching your every expression. “Gonna keep you so full of cum it’ll drip everywhere.”

Satoru does not just fuck you once, no – he makes sure to bend you over in the backseat of his car, fucking cum back inside. Once you're at his house he is pumping ropes of cum on your tits, laughing at how messy you get coated in white, before spreading it all over your body.

Satoru fingers and fucks all that cum inside until you're a trembling mess in his arms, passing out and snoring.

“So funny you started all this but then couldn't keep up, hmm?” He teases softly, cleaning you up, cock sore from how you gripped him, how much he came. But even the sight of milky drops escaping your hole had him damn near twitching back to life, groaning against your skin.

*****

“Good morning,” your nerdy boyfriend is littered in pretty kiss marks, indentions of your teeth all down his neck, a loopy smile on his face as he stands there shirtless, glasses firmly back on.

“Oh! Good morning…” you thought you'd be the one to ruin Satoru Gojo, ride his cock till he whimpered and cried from overstimulation.

You had no clue he'd fuck you so good you couldn't sit up right without his help, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your lips, tilting your chin up and smirking. You're a mess.

A pretty mess.

Hair fucked up, covered in fingerprints and hickies, taking the coffee he brings and sipping it, sighing as it hits your tongue. “Mmm… good morning.”

“Don't you look pretty in my bed?” He muses, smirking on his features. “I wonder what Sukuna thought of his bed covered in your squirt.”

A blush heats up your cheeks. “I didn't squirt that much!?!?!”

“You really did,” you shove him playfully, giggling then. “My cum too though.”

“You did it on purpose, his room!”

“Me? Never.”

Satoru absolutely did.

That's what Sukuna gets for hitting on his girlfriend, dried up cum all on his blankets – as if he could handle you ❤️

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