♡THAT SMUTTY BITCH☆

“hey toru, you know how to solve a rubik’s cube right?”

“are you kidding me?! of course i do!” he gasps, almost offended at the mere thought of you doubting his world class abilities.

“alright here!” you toss a cube right at him, all the colours at every corner mismatched while gojo eyes you as if you’ve gone insane.

he judges the cube in his hands, his mind running a mile a minute before he begins to turn each row and column between his fingers. it’s easy. well, it should’ve been.

that was until you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, your hands toying with the waistband of his pants, his cock slowly hardening while you palmed at it through his sweats.

“w—what’re you—”

“focus, pretty boy.”

you slowly dragged his sweats down, just enough to free his pretty cock from its confines, right before you spat into your palm, wrapping your hands around his pretty shaft—

“f…fuck—wait this isn’t fair!”

“i thought you were supposed to be smart, toru~ don’t disappoint me.” you cooed, slowly jerking him up and down, his poor leaky dick already throbbing in your grasp with just a few strokes.

he tried to focus on the colours of the stupid rubik’s cube he had in hand, and the worst part is, he knew exactly how to solve it. but with your hand pumping him so good, all he could think about was painting your palm white.

he whimpered against you, trying to get the job done with his shaky hands, but he could feels his balls tighten, his orgasm build up with every shlick, and right as he rolled his head back, you pulled your hand away—leaving gojo just whining at the loss.

“w—wait why—” he whined, his head tilted back in his chair while tears pooled in his pretty eyes, the cube almost forgotten, and still a jumbled mess in his hands.

“i told you to focus, satoru. if you want me to finish you off, you’ll do as i say, correct?” your voice was laced with honey, your words so sweet and so condescending all at once while your fingers found his cock again.

he tried this time, really did, while you moved up and down, his mind entirely focused on doing exactly what you told him to do. he was anything but disobedient, after all.

he was leaking copius amounts of pre while you quickened your pace, but this time he was getting close.

and right as he set the solved cube on his desk he could feel himself cum, white spurts coating your hands and his abs, while he softly moaned your name over and over again.

you slowly moved your hand towards his lips, prying his mouth open.

“good job, now clean up the mess you just made.”

“y—yes ma’am.” is all that left his pretty mouth before he wrapped his pink lips around your cum stained hand.

this one’s for YOU @lynf1n1ty. @yoonsucks im so annoying hi

he’s so whiny. so desperate. yet so fucking obedient. sitting in his gaming chair like a good boy as you straddled him, teasingly rubbing your sticky folds over his cock.

it’s so painfully hard, swollen red tip leaking precum as he whimpers beneath you. “p-please.” his voice cracks. “n-” he lets out the cutest moan when you bat your lashes at him, manicured finger running down his chest with a smile. “what’s that baby?”

“need- ahh. need it. please give it t’me. j- just the tip.” his voice is shaky. he’s so close to cumming just from the feeling of your wet pussy dragging across his length. and it hurts. each throb making his back arch with a whine. “don’t need much— nngh. just wan’ feel you.”

“hmm.. just the tip, okay?” you agreed, watching as his glassy eyes lit up with a desperate nod. “mhm, ‘s all i need. p-promise.”

you take his cock in your hold, the mere thickness making it impossible to grip it completely. gojo swallows hard as you guide it to your slit, his lips parting in uneven breaths as you sunk yourself lower.

“yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes— ohhhhh God.” his strangled moan is obscene. the feeling of your walls clamping around just the first inch sending him straight over the edge with a cry.

his tears wet his cheeks, pretty blue eyes rolling back behind his glasses as his body trembles. filling you up with his cum— the cum he was saving just for you.

he whispers a chant of ‘thank you’s as he comes down from his high. chest heaving as he finally meets your eyes again.

“you’re welcome.” you smile sweetly, kissing the tear stains on his cheeks before your lips brush against his ear. “it’s my turn to cum now okay?”

he barely registers your words before you’re sunk down completely on his cock. your palms on his chest to steady your motion as you begin to ride him. hard and fast.

his head falls back with another loud cry, the overstimulation to his sensitive cock sending him into a frenzy as you had your way with him.

There’s something incredibly hot about riding your nerdy boyfriend until his glasses slide down his nose. He’s usually so composed, always in button-ups, always with those cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on his face, always muttering about formulas or code or whatever he’s nerding out about that day. But right now? He’s a complete mess.

You’re straddling his hips, knees planted firmly on the mattress, riding him to the hilt. Every roll of your hips makes his thick length slide perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that makes you moan softly. His hands are gripping your thighs, fingers digging in like he needs something to hold onto.

“Baby—” he stammers, voice cracking. His glasses are already slipping, sliding down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back against the pillow. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, lips parted as he tries (and fails) to keep his breathing steady. You smile down at him, grinding your hips in a slow circle, watching the way his eyes flutter behind the fogging lenses.

“You look so cute like this,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him. His glasses bump against your nose, but you don’t care. You just keep riding him, faster now, taking him deeper. He moans into your mouth, hips jerking up to meet yours. One of his hands slides up your back, the other stays on your hip, guiding you as you bounce up and down on him.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, voice shaky. “I can’t- I’m gonna—” His glasses finally slip off completely, landing somewhere on the pillow beside his head. His eyes, those pretty, unfocused eyes, lock onto yours, wide and desperate.

You ride him harder, chasing your own pleasure while watching him fall apart underneath you. When you come, clenching tight around him, he follows right after with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.

Afterward, he lies there panting, glasses askew on the pillow, looking completely wrecked and blissed out. You lean down and kiss him softly, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. He laughs breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to his chest.