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Satoru was sprawled.

No—flattened.

One leg crooked over the bed, sweat beading along his collarbone, his arms thrown up behind his head like he’d tried to surrender and just… never recovered. His pretty cock lay twitching against his stomach, red and glossy and still leaking, like it was confused about why it had been emptied twice and hadn’t been kissed goodnight yet.

You should’ve stopped.

You really should’ve.

He was glassy-eyed and dumb, breath shaky, mouth parted like he’d just come out of a dream. But you weren’t finished. Not yet. Not when he looked like that—meltingly soft, cracked open at the seams, with all his arrogant charm wrung out between your lips.

Besides… you still had questions.

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note: not my best work, sorry! :(

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 2026 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

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you’re flat on your stomach, book open in front of you, while your boyfriend’s mean cock slams into your cunt from behind. your glasses are already lying somewhere on the floor and every thrust shoves your hips into the mattress and knocks the air out of your lungs, but he doesn’t care.

he just keeps driving deeper, hips snapping hard enough to make your ass ripple with every impact.

“read sweets,” he orders, a low moan vibrating against your ear. his hand fists in your hair, keeping your face tilted toward the page. “every word, baby. don’t stop.”

he's been making you hoarsely read out blurry words for a good hour, and your voice is shaking as you read out the next scentence. “the…the knight entered the hall—mnghhhh!”

another brutal thrust punches the rest of the line into a broken moan. he doesn’t let up. his cock drags almost all the way out before he rams back in, stretching your soaked pussy around him until your own juices are dripping down your thighs and onto his white sheets.

“keep going,” he growls, and you can practically hear the grin on his lips. the headboard knocks against the wall with every thrust. your cunt clenches around him, slick and greedy, but he only laughs and fucks you harder. “mm, don’t you dare skip a line baby.”

you swallow, eyes blurring on the text. your mind is mush, and you can barely get any words oit. “h-he… he approached the, hnghhh, throne—” your words fracture into a whimper when he grinds deep onside you, his pelvis pressing flush to your ass, cock pulsing inside your walls.

"oh baby," he coos mockingly. his breath is hot on your nape and his fingers dig into your shoulders "c'mon, you've been ignoring me 'cause of that fuckass book! i wanna know what the hell that book has that i don't!" his voice shifts into a pouty whine.

tch, jealous bastard.

he stays buried like that for a second, letting you feel every inch of his dick buried in your cunt. and before you can react, he starts thrusting into your pussy again, fast and merciless.

your voice cracks. “and…and demanded an audience with the queen—hahhhhh!” each syllable comes out shaky, interrupted by the wet slap of skin on skin and the filthy squelch of your sopping cunt taking him so well. he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your neck.

“louder,” he says, biting your shoulder. “i want to hear every fucking word, babycakes.”

you try again, voice hoarse. “the queen mnghh…she r-rose from her seat—oh my gooooddd!” he slams in so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second, then drops you back down, cock driving straight into that spot that makes your vision white out.

your walls flutter around him, close to breaking, but he doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking you like some sex-deprived maniac.

“good fuckin' girl,” he pants, fucking you through it. “don’t stop until i fill you up, 'mkay? come on baby, i'm almost there.”

you choke out the next line, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming stretch and his relentless thrusts. the book trembles in your hands, pages crinkling so hard the page might just tear clean off.

but you keep forcing the words out between gasps and moans, your boyfriend’s cock pounding into you without mercy, making sure you don’t miss a single syllable.

his thrusts turn erratic, hips stuttering as his grip tightens in your hair. “fuuuuuck—i’m close,” he groans, voice strained. “mmmm, gonna cum deep in your cunt baby, just wait a nghh, second.”

your voice breaks completely as you force out the final words, each one punched out by the force of his cock driving into your cunt. “the queen…s-she…sshe accepteeedddd” your sentence dissolves into a moan. your lips fall open in a silent cry, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick length, soaking the sheets beneath you.

he feels you cum and loses it, slamming in one last time and burying himself to the hilt. his cock throbs hard as he fills you up, hot cum flooding your cunt in thick spurts while he grinds against your ass, groaning your name into your shoulder. his hips jerk with each pulse, pushing his load deeper until it starts leaking out around his cock.

he collapses onto you, lips buried in the crook of your neck. he's breathing heavily, his cock slowly softening inside your hole. there's a moment of silence, filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex.

"mm, sweets?" he mutters, grinning against your skin.

"mm?" you hum.

"you've drooled all over your book."

THIS IS SO ASS WHAT THE HELLY😭

2026 ── 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 @atelphobist

18+ -bratty! gojo x mean! reader x cuck! geto

Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.

You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.

Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.

"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"

"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.

He can't stand you.

"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.

"Take it off, Princess."

"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."

"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"

"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."

"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."

"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.

"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.

"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."

Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."

"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.

"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"

"Wait, wait!?"

just a poor puppy who can’t help herself :(

the front door clicks shut behind them, the deadbolt sliding home with a familiar thud that usually summons you from wherever you’ve been napping. but tonight there’s no scrabbling of claws on hardwood, no excited whining, no warm body hurtling itself against their legs in a frenzy of wagging tail and licking tongue. the house is silent.

satoru drops his bag by the coat rack, shrugging off his jacket with a frown that pulls at the corners of his mouth. “that’s weird,” he murmurs, and suguru is already moving past him, his own footsteps quickening as he heads down the hallway. the lights are dim, just the soft glow of a lamp left on in the living room, and there’s something about the stillness that makes the hair on the back of suguru’s neck prickle. you’re always at the door. always. it’s a ritual they’ve come to rely on, the way you wiggle and squirm and press your wet nose into their palms, tail wagging so hard your whole back end sways with it.

suguru calls your name, soft but expectant, and gets nothing but silence in return. satoru is right behind him now, his hand finding the small of suguru’s back as they round the corner into the living room.

and then they see you.

you’re curled up on the oversized cushion in the corner of the couch, the one you’ve claimed as your own, but you’re not sleeping. your knees are drawn up toward your chest, the hem of the oversized t-shirt—one of suguru’s old ones, the fabric soft and worn—bunched around your thighs. your ears are pinned flat against your skull, pressed so tight they’re nearly hidden in the mess of your hair, and your eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on them with an expression that’s equal parts shame and desperate relief.

your hand is between your legs.

even in the dim light, they can see the way your fingers are moving, slow and slick, hidden beneath the fabric but unmistakable in their rhythm. your cheeks are flushed, your lips parted, and there’s a damp patch darkening the shirt where your thighs press together. you haven’t stopped. even now, with them standing there, watching, your hand keeps working, keeps rubbing, like you can’t help yourself, like your body has taken over and your mind has just given up.

suguru’s breath catches. he feels the heat rising in his own chest, the familiar stirring in his gut as he takes in the sight of you, trembling and caught, your obedience crumbling under the weight of four days alone. satoru lets out a low, slow exhale beside him, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, controlled, laced with something that makes your ears twitch.

“puppy,” he says, and the word hangs in the air between you like a command. “what did we tell you?”

you whimper. it’s a small, broken sound that leaks out of your throat before you can stop it, and your hand stills for just a second before resuming its frantic pace. you can’t stop. you’ve been trying for days, fighting against the ache that built in your core from the moment they left, the empty house pressing in around you until the only thing that made the loneliness bearable was the memory of their hands, their mouths, the way they owned you completely. you told yourself you’d be good. you promised. you made it through the first night, and the second, but by the third day the need had become a living thing, coiling in your belly and whispering in your ear, and this morning you woke up with your fingers already buried between your slick folds, grinding against your palm before you were even fully awake.

and now they’re here. they’ve seen you. they know.

satoru moves first, crossing the room in a few long strides until he’s standing in front of the couch, looking down at you with those sharp eyes that miss nothing. he reaches out and hooks his fingers under the hem of the shirt, peeling it up slowly, deliberately, revealing the pale skin of your thighs, the glisten of your wetness, the desperate clutch of your fingers as you try to hide what you’ve been doing. but he doesn’t let you. he wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls your hand away, exposing you completely, the slick evidence of your disobedience shining on your inner thighs.

“look at you,” he murmurs, and there’s no anger in his voice, just a kind of dark wonder. “so needy you couldn’t even wait for us to get through the door. we’re gone for a few days and you fall apart like this?”

you shake your head, a frantic denial that doesn’t match the way your hips buck into the empty air, searching for friction you’re no longer allowed. suguru has come to stand behind satoru, his arms crossed, his gaze heavy on your exposed cunt. you can feel the weight of their attention like a physical thing, pressing down on you, and it only makes you wetter.

“please,” you whisper, the word cracking at the edges. “i tried. i tried so hard.”

“not hard enough,” suguru says, and the firmness in his voice makes you whimper again. he steps around the couch, crouching down in front of you so he can look you in the eye. his hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward him, and you feel the warmth of his palm against your flushed skin. “we told you not to touch. we gave you a simple rule, and you broke it. didn’t you?”

you nod, a tiny, shameful motion. your ears are still pinned flat, your tail— tucked tight between your legs. you feel small and exposed and utterly at their mercy, and the worst part is how much you crave it.

“i’m sorry,” you breathe, and the apology trembles on your lips. “i just—i needed—“

satoru’s hand lands on your knee, squeezing gently, and the touch sends a jolt through your entire body. “we know what you needed, puppy,” he says, and his thumb traces a slow circle on your sensitive skin. “we know exactly what you need. but you don’t get to take it. not without us.”

suguru’s hand slides from your jaw down the column of your throat, resting lightly over your pulse point, feeling the frantic beat of your heart beneath his fingers. “you’ve been bad,” he says, and there’s a hint of satisfaction in his tone, the pleasure of having evidence of your desperation spread out before him. “but we’re home now. we’ll take care of you.”

the promise in his words washes over you like hot water, loosening the knot of tension that’s been wound tight in your chest for days. you sag forward, your forehead coming to rest against his shoulder, and you feel his hand move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you there. satoru’s hand is still on your knee, but it’s sliding higher now, tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver.

“tell us,” satoru says, his voice a low rumble close to your ear. “tell us how long you’ve been touching yourself. how many times. we want to hear everything.”

and you do. you tell them, the words spilling out in a rush of confession, every moment of weakness laid bare for them to judge. the first night, when you curled up in their bed and pressed your face into their pillows, breathing in their scent until the ache became unbearable. the second night, when you gave in and let your hand wander, just a little, just enough to take the edge off, but it wasn’t enough. the third morning, when you woke up grinding against the mattress, your cunt soaked and aching, and you came with a sob of relief that echoed through the empty house.

you tell them about the guilt that followed, the shame that sat heavy in your stomach, but also the way the pleasure lingered, the memory of your own fingers working in and out of your wet heat making you wet all over again. you tell them you tried to stop, you really did, but your body wouldn’t listen, and by the time you heard the key in the lock you were already lost, already gone, your hand moving in frantic circles as you chased one more release before they found you.

satoru and suguru exchange a look over your head, a silent conversation that you can’t see but can feel in the way their hands tighten on your body.

“well,” suguru says, and there’s a smile in his voice, dark and fond. “it seems like we have some work to do. you’ve forgotten who you belong to, puppy.”

you shake your head, pressing closer to him. “no. i know. i remember. i’m yours.”

“prove it,” satoru says, and his hand finally reaches the apex of your thighs, fingers sliding through the slick evidence of your disobedience. you gasp, your hips jerking forward, chasing his touch, and he rewards you with a single, slow stroke that makes your vision blur. “show us how sorry you are. show us you remember.”

now, you’re laid out on their bed like an offering, wrists bound above your head to the headboard with the silk ropes they’d left coiled in the nightstand, the knots snug but not biting, holding you in place with a firmness that leaves no room for escape. your legs are spread wide, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress, and you feel utterly exposed, the cool air of the bedroom brushing over your wet cunt, making you shiver and clench around nothing. satoru kneels between your thighs, his focus razor-sharp as he positions the bullet vibrator against your clit, pressing the flat head right against that swollen nub, and then he’s wrapping a length of soft cord around your hips, cinching the toy in place so it sits flush against you, unyielding. the first low hum of vibration buzzes through your pelvis and you gasp, your back arching off the mattress, but he hasn’t even turned it up yet.

suguru moves above you, his shadow falling over your face, and you feel the soft fabric of satoru’s blindfold being draped over your eyes, the world going dark as he ties it snugly behind your head. the pressure is just enough to remind you that you can’t see, can’t anticipate, can’t prepare for whatever they decide to do. your ears—your puppy ears—swivel and twitch, trying to catch every sound, every breath, every whisper of clothing against skin, but the darkness leaves you adrift, sensitive and trembling.

“there,” satoru murmurs, his thumb stroking the inside of your thigh with mock gentleness. “nice and tight. you’re not going anywhere, are you, puppy?”

you shake your head frantically, a small whimper escaping your lips. “n-no, i’m not going anywhere, i’m sorry, please—”

“shh,” suguru says, and his hand lands on your cheek, not hard, but firm, turning your face toward where you guess he’s sitting. “you don’t get to talk unless we say so. you lost that privilege when you decided to touch yourself without permission. didn’t you?”

you nod, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes beneath the blindfold. “yes, sir.”

“good girl,” satoru says, and the praise sounds like a knife wrapped in velvet. “now let’s see how many times you can come before you remember your place.”

he clicks the vibrator to its lowest setting. the buzz is soft, teasing, a gentle thrum that makes your thighs twitch but doesn’t push you anywhere close to the edge. you squirm, trying to grind against the toy, but the cord holds it in place—you can’t get more pressure, can’t angle it differently, you can only lie there and take whatever they give you. suguru’s fingers find your nipples through the fabric of the shirt, he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp.

“you look so pathetic like this,” satoru says, his voice low and conversational. “spread open, tied down, blind. and you’re already wet. you’ve been dripping since we walked in, haven’t you?”

“yes,” you breathe, because you can’t lie, not when they’re watching, not when they know.

“yes what?”

“yes, sir. i’ve been wet. i—i can’t help it.”

“can’t help it,” suguru repeats, and there’s a cruel amusement in his tone. “you can’t help being a desperate little slut who needs us to keep her in line. is that what you’re saying?”

you whimper, your hips bucking involuntarily as the vibrator pulses against your clit. “yes, sir. i need you. i need you to keep me in line. i can’t do it alone.”

“we know,” satoru says, and he clicks the vibrator up a notch.

the sensation sharpens, the buzz deepening, spreading through your clit like a wave of heat. your breath hitches, your fingers curling into fists above your head as the pleasure starts to build, slow and inevitable. they don’t touch you otherwise—they just watch, let the toy do the work, let your body writhe and twist on the bed as you try to find some friction, some angle, some relief. but there’s no relief, only the relentless hum against your clit, drawing you higher and higher until the first orgasm crashes over you, sudden and sharp, your back bowing off the mattress as a cry tears from your throat.

“one,” suguru counts, his voice flat, clinical. “four more to go.”

you’re still trembling from the aftershocks when satoru clicks the vibrator up again. the sensation goes from sharp to almost unbearable, the vibration stronger now, pressing against your oversensitive clit with no mercy. you gasp, trying to squirm away, but the cord holds you fast, and suguru’s hands clamp down on your hips, pinning you in place.

“ah-ah,” he says. “you don’t get to run. you wanted to come so badly while we were gone, didn’t you? now you get to come for us. as many times as we want.”

“please,” you whimper, already feeling the second wave building, too fast, too soon. “please, it’s too much—”

“it’s not too much,” satoru corrects, and his voice is hard now, no more gentleness. “you don’t get to decide what’s too much. we do. and we say you can take five. so you’ll take five.”

the second orgasm hits before you can brace for it, ripping through you like a lightning strike, your cunt clenching around nothing as a sob tears from your chest. you hear yourself crying, high and broken, but the vibrator doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, just keeps grinding against your clit, pushing you into the third before the second has even fully faded. your legs kick out, your heels digging into the mattress, but suguru’s grip on your hips is iron, and satoru’s hand finds your stomach, pressing down, feeling the convulsions of your muscles beneath his palm.

“three,” suguru says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “you’re doing so well, puppy. making such a mess of our sheets.”

you’re sobbing now, tears soaking into the blindfold, your throat raw from the sounds being torn out of you. every nerve in your body is screaming, pleasure and pain blurring together until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. the fourth orgasm builds slower, more agonizingly, each second of vibration sending jolts through your oversensitive clit that make you wail and beg.

“please, please, i can’t, i can’t, please have mercy—”

“mercy?” satoru leans close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “you didn’t show any mercy to yourself when you were touching that cunt without us. you came anyway, even though you knew it was wrong. why should we show you mercy now?”

you shake your head frantically, a stream of incoherent pleas spilling from your lips. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll be good, i’ll never do it again, please, please just stop—”

“one more,” suguru says, and his hand slides down between your legs, his fingers pressing against the vibrator, driving it deeper into your clit, amplifying the sensation until you scream. “one more, and then we’ll think about it. come for us, puppy. let go.”

the fifth orgasm tears through you like a wave of fire, white-hot and devastating, your whole body arching into a taut bow as a broken wail rips from your throat. you feel yourself gushing, soaking the sheets beneath you, your cunt clenching helplessly again and again as the vibration finally, finally stops. satoru clicks it off, and the sudden silence is broken only by your ragged sobs, your chest heaving, your wrists straining against the ropes as you shudder and cry.

you’re a mess—tears and drool and slick all over the bed, your ears flat against your skull, your body limp and trembling. you can hear them moving around you, feel the mattress shift as they reposition, but you can’t open your eyes, can’t see, can’t do anything but lie there and sob.

“please,” you whisper, your voice wrecked, barely audible. “please, no more. i can’t. i can’t.”

a hand cups your cheek, gentle now, wiping away tears. you don’t know whose it is, don’t care, you just lean into the touch, desperate for any kindness.

“five,” suguru says softly. “you did it. you took five.”

“but you still broke the rule,” satoru adds, and his voice is quieter now too, but no less firm. “so you’re not off the hook yet, puppy. we’re just giving you a break.”

you sob with relief, your body sagging into the mattress, too exhausted to even form words. the ropes stay tight around your wrists, the blindfold stays in place, and the vibrator is still pressed against your clit, a silent promise of more to come. but for now, they let you breathe, let you cry, let you feel the weight of their presence around you, holding you in the aftermath.

and somewhere in the haze of pleasure and pain and surrender, you remember exactly who you belong to.

he knows he’s in the wrong for holding prejudice against the guy. he’s kind and sweet, everything you need in a boy really. and that’s what pisses satoru off the most.

because he swears he’s got a better kiss, a hotter touch and a better fuck — despite the two of you never sharing intimacy. satoru knows what makes you feel good, he’s memorized your routine of when you’d whip out your toy and use it on your needy cunt. you'd first use your fingers to stimulate your clit, then you'd bring the vibrator close to your entrance and with one muffled whimper, you'd stick it right in.

bad decision on your part for agreeing to be roommates with him. but you swore to your boyfriend he wouldn’t try anything weird, that wasn’t like satoru.

but he couldn’t help it when his sweet girl’s boyfriend wasn’t pleasing her like she needed to be.

he’d listen in late at night, your forced moans and the slight sound of your headboard banging against the thin wall. satoru focused on the way you whimpered. they were nothing like the ones that spill out of your pretty lips when you touched yourself. and the time you spent having sex could be counted as just a quickie and nothing more from how fast the guy came.

poor you, your guys dick was useless. satoru heard your boyfriend say goodnight before the front door shut close. he must’ve left already. the bastard probably left you high and dry again.

and satoru wasn’t going to continue being a ‘bystander’ to such thing.

the sound of his bedroom door opening startled you, making your body that was only covered by your t-shirt and a sad excuse of panties, jump. “oh! satoru, can’t sleep?” you asked, tugging down your shirt so he wouldn't be able to see underneath. but it was far too late for that, satoru had already spotted the wet spot in the middle.

his heart was beating like a teenager who found out that porn sites existed. even in the dark, you could tell his bright eyes were raking over your disheveled image.

maybe it was the ovulation speaking, but for the first time ever your best friend was attractive. his chest was bare for you to see, pink pecks hardening from the cold air, beauty marks littered everywhere.

"not when knowing that you haven't been able to cum, no."

your eyes widened, not knowing if your stomach was sinking into your ass of embarrassment or it was butterflies causing a ruckus in there. "sorry?"

"I said," he leaned down. "I can't sleep knowing that your shitty fucking boyfriend isn't making you cum."

you loved your boyfriend, of course you did. so why were you letting your best friend be the one to slowly caress your thighs like this? a deep hum came from satoru, knowing exactly how you were feeling at the moment. "relax gorgeous, he won't know."

you couldn't count the amount of times you had argued with him about satoru though. he thought it was mad weird that you lived with another guy, but it wasn't just another guy. it was satoru, your satoru. the friend that has been by your side forever, long before your boyfriend showed up. he had to understand wether he liked it or not.

but at last, his bigger fear became reality.

"are you wet because of me?" he tilted his head, waiting for your answer. his fingers came to a stop at the lace of your panties, making you whine in frustration. "yes.." you nodded.

"thought so." satoru hooked his fingers, sliding down your undergarment in a swift motion. he wasted no time in rubbing his thumb on your clit. your body arched off the bed, hand reaching out to grab his wrist. "we can't! g-gonna get caught!"

"so what? you dont want me to touch you? don't want me to see you panting or choking over my cock? I'm your best friend baby, ive gotta help ya out.. ou just have to give me the okay to do so."

and of course, who were you to reject an offer like that.

"okay." you whispered. "okay what?"

"I want you to make me feel good."

at your admission, satoru crashed his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue practically down your throat. his fingers had made their way inside you, curling just right and prepping you up for his dick. "you look so pretty right now..so so pretty." his messy white bangs stuck onto his forehead, head moving down to make it possible for him to bite at your neck.

he had to leave some sort of evidence.

his fingers sped up causing obscene wet sounds straight out of a porno. he could feel how close you were getting to fall apart just over his fingers alone. and satoru felt proud that he was the one making you cum so easily while your boyfriend struggled with the real thing.

"satoru, fuck!"

"that's what I'm trying to do sweets." he grinned, lips trailing down your jawline. "come on, you can cum." your walls clenched at the final push of his words and the graze of his fingertips in one specific sensitive spot. "oh my god!" you screamed, hiding your face into his neck as you squirted.

"...holy shit." satoru gasped at the sudden flood around his fingers, dripping down onto his hand and bedsheets. your body still trembled, and he paused his movements to just watch in awe.

"that's not what I expected.. but fuck, did you know you could do that? of course you didn't hm?"

"n-no.."

satoru's cock was painfully throbbing in his sweats, begging to be let out. with his soaked hand, he pushed the pants down enough to release his full length. he was easily nine inches, maybe ten if it wasn't heavily being weighted down. nothing like somebody else.

then, with a slap of his tip at your entrance, he pounded right in. "do it again. squirt like the whore you secretly are."

“harder.”

your hand rests loosely around the base of satoru’s throat, more unintentional than intention, but the second the word leaves his mouth you stop.

you freeze for half a second, hips stopping where they are straddling him, but he doesn’t let you pull away. his much larger hand covers yours, pressing your fingers tighter against the sides of his neck and encouraging you to increase the pressure.

his snowy hair is a wild mess on the pillow. color burns high in his cheeks, and his bright blue eyes turn glassy as he stares up at you. his chest rises and falls quickly as you apply slow pressure, feeling his pulse race beneath your palm.

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

his hips push upward, driving deeper inside you and stretching you open with each thrust. a broken moan slips from his lips when you add more pressure.

“use me,” he breathes. “use my throat, baby. choke me while you ride me.”

you lean forward, bracing more of your weight on the hand around his throat, and his eyes flutter. another gorgeous broken moan spills out as you squeeze harder. his hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your skin as he helps you move faster, deeper.

“shit— that’s it. fuck, you look so pretty choking me out. don’t stop. ruin me. i want bruises tomorrow.”

every roll of your hips makes him groan louder, the sounds getting breathier the tighter you hold. his throat bobs under your palm with every swallowed gasp. you have never seen him like this, so eager to be used, and it makes you dizzy.

“harder, baby. make me yours,” he pants. he presses your hand tighter against his neck. “i’m so fucking close—use me. choke me while i come.”

the first?

well, unfortunately that’s being teased by your loser boyfriend.

“come on, baby,” gojo purred, thumb deliberately ghosting right over your sensitive clit instead of on it beneath your skirt. “thought you said you could take it.”

“shut the fuck up,” you hissed, nails digging into his pale forearm as your brain belatedly recognized the familiar click! of the remote hidden in his pocket, the vibrator pulsing inside you kicking up another notch.

was this his payback for making him moan out loud in the middle of geto’s quiet birthday dinner? or for that one time you jerked him off in a bathroom stall and made him walk around stores for an hour with cum in his boxers?

“m’so jealous of that toy right now,” he murmured in your ear, his thigh pressed hard against yours in the restaurant booth as you eyed the bulge outlined in his jeans. he just had to be that couple every time you went out to eat, occupying every atom of your personal space as he gave you that pretty pout of his. “bet you’re squeezing it real tight.”

“i hate you,” you half-whispered, blood rushing to your face as you bit your bottom lip to hide a moan. glancing around anxiously to make sure no one had noticed what a mess he was making of you.

“you adore me.”

and god, when he grinned at you like that, you couldn’t help how close you were, thighs squeezing together as fire roared through your veins, the pressure building and building-

“too bad you’ll have to wait until till we get home to prove it,” he smirked, winking at you as the toy inside you stopped.

“i’m breaking up with you,” you hissed back, flustered and frustrated as you shamelessly squirmed in the seat, chasing friction as the heat in your core started to dissipate.

“good luck,” gojo chuckled. “you’re stuck with me.”

pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.

pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.

pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.

pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.

pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.

pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.

The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon. 

“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy. 

It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it. 

“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple. 

His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”   

“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”

“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.” 

But you were. 

You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you. 

“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.” 

“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over. 

Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.” 

You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?” 

Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to. 

You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?” 

Well, yes. 

But you were not going to admit that so easily. 

“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench. 

“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up. 

“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?” 

Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched. 

A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better. 

“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.” 

And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off. 

“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react. 

Nothing was working. 

Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups. 

You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.” 

White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.” 

He’d die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesn’t even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well, no wonder, he’s been edged for hours.

You’re straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.

“S-shit.. baby.” he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.

“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmur, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.”

Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.

“Only for you,” he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. “Fuck… your hand feels too good.”

You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojo’s thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God, he's beautiful.

“Gonna cum already?” you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.

“Don’t stop- fuck.. please don’t stop,” he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.

You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojo’s whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.

He squirts.

Hard.

Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like he’s losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.

You don’t stop until he’s twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.

When you finally slow down, he’s panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.

“Fuck…” he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. “I made such a fucking mess.”

You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.

“Yeah, you did,” you whisper. “And we’re not even done yet.”

Gojo shivers, but there’s a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.

cw: dom!satoru, spanking, mild degradation, slight dacryphilia, choking, creampie, not proof-read

wc: 2k

“kick his ass sensei!”

“yeah, i believe in you!” 

the cheering from your students made you bite back a chuckle as you stood before your husband in the middle of the training field. the two of you had been pushed into an unexpected position — your second years and his first years betting on who would win in a fight.

whilst you were an experienced sorcerer as well — strong and capable with a powerful technique — you couldn’t act like beating your husband was something realistic. not when your husband was satoru gojo. even though he was very clearly going easy on you (neither of you wanted to hurt each other after all) it was impossible to touch him thanks to his infinity, and as much as you were having fun, you wanted to show off a little more in front of your students. he couldn’t have the spotlight all the time after all. 

“c’mon,” you groaned through pants, a small grin still glued to your face because the whole thing really was amusing. “ditch the infinity already you coward.” 

the word hit him like a slap to the face coming from you, and like the masochist he was, his expression exploded into something dangerously amused, six eyes gleaming at you like a predator would lock onto prey, blindfold long discarded. you were putting up a good fight so far, and god was he enjoying himself. 

“coward, huh?” he snorted, releasing his infinity in the same breath and making the other students hold their breath. “fine. let’s do this fist to fist.”

“that means no cursed energy from you either~” 

it was hard to tell who struck first with how fast fists were flying and bodies were moving, your students struggling to keep up with who was doing what. what was clear, however, was how right the two of you were together. where he excelled in brute force and speed, you dominated in stealth and precision, both of you struggling to land punches on each other. 

that was when it happened. 

you didn’t have time to blink as he faked that sweep and instead grabbed you by your collar before you could gloat about dodging such an obvious attack, your body hitting the ground with a thud after being thrown to the ground face first. everyone fell silent at that, watching eagerly as you tried to get up just to be shoved back to the ground again by a large hand on your shoulder blade and his knee beside your hip, trapping you. 

“got you,” he sneered, watching as you squirmed and struggled uselessly beneath him before accepting your fate and falling limp to the ground. “i win.” 

as much as you wanted to say something smart in retaliation, the words died on your tongue the second he pressed you down with just a little more pressure, and suddenly you felt a strange heat fill your stomach. it was weirdly thrilling — both of you panting and sweaty while he practically manhandled you to the ground beneath him. your heart was racing both from the adrenaline of the fight and the thoughts swirling into your mind. he was always such a gentle man with you, so this? this was new. exciting. 

it was something you couldn’t stop thinking about even hours later when you returned home, darting straight to the bedroom to change out of your uniform. you’d been sweating in it after all. it desperately needed to be washed and so did you. 

you weren’t surprised when satoru had entered shortly after you, just as you had peeled off your shirt, revealing your bra to his already hungry eyes. he didn’t say anything at first, just placed his hands on your hips to pull you in for a kiss, huffing like a child when you pulled away. “i’m all sweaty and gross from you pushing me into the ground earlier,” you teased, making him pout.

“you make it sound so cruel,” satoru murmured. “i didn’t push you — i gracefully pinned my gorgeous wife after an epic battle.” he pulled you flush against him again and you scoffed at his words. 

“it was far from graceful. you were crushing me. you’re not exactly light you know.” satoru laughed against your lips at that, a low rumbling sound, before he leaned in to nip at your bottom lip playfully.

“crushing you?” he repeated, feigning horror. “i was gentle! delicate even — like i was handling a flower!” to emphasise his point, he fluttered his lashes at you like he was the picture of innocence itself, his heart fluttering seeing you laugh at his poor attempt at a defence. 

you leaned in to press a quick pick to his lips. “i wasn’t complaining,” you hummed with a smirk that undid him entirely — mischief masking itself behind such a sweet smile like you know exactly what you were doing to him. “is that so?” 

satoru kept his hands on your hips, walking you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you had no choice but to sit, leaning back on your hands as he towered over you, a thick air of tension suddenly filling the room while his eyes bore into yours. 

“if i’m being honest, i actually liked it,” you confessed, watching the way his lips twitched into a wider smirk. just thinking about it all made your stomach pool with heat. the way his big hands held you down…how easily he had overpowered you..that slightly crazed smile when you’d managed to land a punch on him earlier…

he didn’t miss the way your thighs shifted together in an attempt to relieve that familiar ache between them, his cock twitching in his pants at the knowledge that you’d enjoyed (and were most definitely turned on by) him pinning you down. that you liked his strength. naturally it went to his head. both of them 

seeing you like this — cheeks slightly flushed from just the memory alone, both of you still a little hot from earlier, and your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him — he couldn’t hold back anymore, pushing you onto the bed properly while he began lifting his shirt off, throwing it somewhere across the room. “liked it, huh?” his voice was half growl, half teasing lilt, but his eyes were intense, a sign he wasn’t just joking around anymore. the boner he was sporting further affirmed that, brushing against your thigh when he leaned in to press hungry kisses to your jaw, grazing you with his teeth just to hear you make those pretty noises for him. 

his breath was warm against you, fingers reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra so he could feel every inch of you. he lived for the way you whimpered when his lips wrapped around one of your already pebbled nipples, groaning at the salty taste of your skin. if anything it turned him on more. “toru…” your body arched up into his without thinking, breathy and needy. 

“what is it baby? what do you need, hm?” he released your nipple just to meet those eyes of yours staring down at him with raw want. “want it rough…please?” 

and god, how could he say no to a request like that? especially after finding out how much you’d like it earlier when he got a little rough with you. without giving you any form of a warning, he flipped your over onto your stomach, manhandling you so that you were in a prone position with just your ass lifted up a little for him. a gasp left your lips when he tugged your skirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him so he could see your panties, along with the clear wet patch you’d left on them. 

“you sure you can take it?” satoru jeered, a final sort of warning so you couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were getting into asking for this. at your desperate nod he reached for the waistband of those black panties, tugging on them until they ripped off of you, making your breath hitch.

“it’s your funeral~” 

and he really wasn’t joking. 

you hardly knew where you were or even who you were at this point. all you knew was that his hips were ramming into you without mercy, ignoring your whines and the way you were clawing at the sheets beside you. satoru had a hand gripping your hips tightly, nails digging into the plush skin there as he held you down, making you take it while he grunted above you. his other hand was tangled in your hair, keeping your face flat against the mattress where you were already drooling. 

“ah-ah, no running,” he tisked, an almost cruel lilt to his voice when he felt you squirming beneath him. he was pounding into you with a pace so relentless you could hardly form any thoughts, let alone beg him to slow down. “you wanted this didn’t you?” still, you tried to say something. a plea for…well..you didn’t really know what it was you wanted. either way it didn’t matter because the moment you tried lifting your head to talk he had shoved your face right back into the sheets, making you moan. 

“fuck, you’re so filthy,” he groaned, feeling how your walls squeezed him tighter after that. your body alone told him everything. how much you were enjoying this. “you love being treated like this, don’t you? being held down and manhandled..” the broken whine you let out made his hips stutter for a moment, head tipping back with another groan because this was so fucking hot. 

a loud crack filled the room as he let go of your hair to deliver a slap to your ass, an action that made you jerk slightly in surprise, even as another moan was dragged out of you at a second slap. “god, i’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, clearly getting as carried away as you were, a large hand splaying across your lower back, pulling you back against each of his thrusts. 

tears began to fill your eyes from just how good, yet how overwhelming everything felt — his cock stretching you out and hitting the deepest parts of you that only he could reach. each dirty grumble of his as he made you take everything. the desperate need to cum already. “don’t cry baby,” he cooed, but you knew better than to think he was serious. “you can take it. you will.” 

and something about him saying it like that, like he would make sure if it, had you mewling like a stray cat against the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric with such force he almost wished you were marking up his back with those nails instead. “gonna fill this pussy up…fuck, you want that right?” 

both hands slid up your back until they reached the back of your neck, wrapping around it with just enough force to keep you pinned down and restrict some of your air flow, but nowhere near enough to really hurt. as much as he was getting off on this power play he didn’t feel like harming his wife. “you’ll take it all for me, won’t you?” 

the noises you were making were sinful as you neared your orgasm, legs shaking slightly as he began to speed up his pace, groans being pulled from his throat more frequently now, and you could tell his orgasm was approaching soon too. a few more strokes was all you needed before you were crying out in pleasure, clamping down around him as you saw white. it was intense and dizzying, hitting you so suddenly and causing your whole body to jerk while satoru continued to grind into you until he found himself cumming too. 

you were too tight, too warm, and with a final, deep thrust he was spilling himself inside of you. filling you up just like he said he would and leaving you lying limply against the bed as you tried to come too. you hadn’t even felt him collapse on top of you until he was peppering kisses down from the back of your neck to your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings. 

you were utterly spent and probably close to passing out, but god did you love it.

i love gojo so much idc

ಇ.word count: 5.5k ಇ.art by: @!narutoss.ramen on X

ಇ.pairing: Nerd!Satoru x Nerd!Reader

ಇ.content & warnings: ꒰non canon au ⋮⋮ crack! ⋮⋮ reader & satoru are heavily inexperienced ⋮⋮ Satoru being annoying otp ⋮⋮ bad sexting ⋮⋮ masturbation m & f ⋮⋮ reader humps a pillow ⋮⋮ oral. fem rec ⋮⋮ loos of virginity ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ multi-orgasms ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ cum eating ⋮⋮ kissing꒱

It had been a week. One whole week since the two of you had officially, undeniably, ridiculously become a couple. Your boyfriend. You still were not entirely sure how that word had ended up belonging to Satoru Gojo.

Sometimes you would be doing something completely ordinary. Brushing your teeth. Standing in line at the grocery store. Trying to decide what to eat for dinner. And your brain would suddenly go. Oh. Satoru is your boyfriend. Then you would have to stand there for a moment. Staring blankly at whatever was in front of you while your face slowly heated.

It was stupid. You had had boyfriends before. Technically. Well— Maybe not. Okay. No. Not really. But Satoru was different. Satoru was the person who had somehow gone from a complete stranger you met at a Doraemon expo, to the man whose name sat permanently pinned at the top of your messages.

You were grinding on your boyfriend Suguru's cock on the couch, sleepy with little whines, having half fallen asleep in his lap during the movie you all had on.

"Mnh, Sugu..." you were gasping out. Too sleepy to realize your roomie and best friend Satoru was right there, blushing.

Oh, Suguru knows- he just didn't care, not when you feel that good. He already knows Satoru wants you, he'd walked by him as he jerked his cock mumbling your name.

You feel too good grinding on him not to grip your ass, moaning in your ear -

"Princess, Toru is right there," you had bit your lip, pretty, fucked out eyes looking right at Satoru Gojo, who was blushing in the dark, the TV light casting shadows on his face.

"Toru," you mumble, rolling your hips again, lashes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry, feels s'good and..."

"It's okay... " he mumbles, his cock leaking sticky precum against his boxers, as he hears the rustle of clothing, the sound of Suguru’s cock rutting your panty-clad pussy, the slight motion of his hips.

Satoru almost cums just from hearing your sleepy little whine, you can see his cock straining underneath his pajama pants, making his gut clench up.

Fuck he wants to feel you - any of you - the amount of times Satoru has listened to you both fuck is obscene.

"Oh," You blush, leaning to whisper in Suguru’s ear. "He is um...he's so..."

"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty little thing right here," Sugruru tugs your top down as his breath ghosts your skin, showing one of your cute nipples right for Satoru to see, who bites down on his plump lower lip. "Look at her, isn't she pretty?"

"Very pretty," Satoru's words are strained, adjusting his cock to see your lips part, your eyes darting to that bulge.

"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty tits right for him to see," Sugruru sighs, leaning back and tugging your panties aside, eyeing your slick, messy cunt. "Do you like him here, princess? Watching?"

You do - but you're sleepy, embarrassed, so wet and horny it's painful. "Toru do you... does it..."

"I uh.. " he sighs, running a hand over his cock and wincing at how bad it's straining. "I can go take care of this. Or..."

"Or I could?" You peek at Suguru, who had you lifted, his fat cock nudging your slick hole, that piercing catching your twitchy clit. "Mnh! Sugu..."

"You wanna make Toru feel better?"

You say you don’t like him. So why are you riding him like that?

Nerd!Gojo x Mean Girl!Reader 💌 public sex (library), lots of teasing & denial, he's a little subby, you're a little evil, maybe a part 2 where you get caught by ta!suguru from my au.

“You’re disgusting.”

You say it while sinking down on his cock, slowly, like you're savoring it.

Gojo’s glasses are fogged up, his mouth open and flushed and a little stunned—because you’re so warm, so tight, so fucking mean even with your pussy wrapped around him. His fingers grip the edge of the desk to try and stay grounded. You’re still fully dressed, skirt hitched up and panties shoved to the side. He’s got his slacks around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned, the stupid little red pen still clipped to his collar.

Nerd.

“You—fuck—but you said—” he chokes, head thumping back against the shelves. You bounce once. Hard. His voice breaks.

“I said you’re disgusting,” you snap, grinding down slow just to feel him twitch. “And annoying. And ugly.”

He moans as if you were telling him he’s perfect. Quite the opposite.

“But you’re so—fucking—tight—” he whines, hips twitching up into you. “Nngh—you’re clenching so much—!”

“That’s your problem,” you bite, hand wrapped around his throat—not enough to choke him, not really, just enough to make him look up at you. Make him see your gloss smeared lips and your fucked out gaze.

You ride him faster. The slap of your ass against his thighs echoes between the library shelves. Your breath stutters but you don’t stop—not when his hands tremble, not when his glasses slip down his nose, not even when he whimpers, “C-could you just admit you like me?”

“No.” Your voice is sharp, shaky. You’re close. You’re pissed. “I don’t even like you. I hate you. I fucking—hate—”

You clench around him on every word. He cries out—high, breathy, overwhelmed.

He’s gonna cum first. Again.

“Oh my god, you’re literally such a loser,” you pant, leaning in close. Your forehead brushes his. “Can’t even hold it in when I talk shit to you, huh? Ew- don't tell me you're into that shit.”

He nods. Fast. Desperate. “I’m—I’m sorry—” Pathetic.

You smile.

“Don’t apologize,” you whisper, licking into his mouth. “Cum in me, 'Toru.”

He does.

Loud. Shaking. Hips bucking up into you like he’s never been touched before. And that loser probably hasn't.

And when he comes down, twitching thighs and cum leaking out while he blinks up at you like he’s in love, you just tilt your head and sigh.

“…Gross..”

But you don’t move.

Not until you cum too.

tw: explicit content. brat!reader, gojo is not a brat tamer he is a brat enjoyer, hate sex vibes, very very tsundere!reader, gojo is hilariously oblivious about how annoying he is, reader is kinda mean (not without reason...)

satoru gojo who just doesn't know what your problem is.

he really doesn't! suguru doesn't believe him, of course, but it's true - he didn't do anything. at least not anything that would warrant you asking if his "inbred, illiterate ass is too important to file a report".

ichiji said it was just because his paper backlog made things difficult for everybody. but the inbreeding comment was uncalled for!

his mom is super hot, though. he told you as much, and offered to set up a date, just in case you swung the other way.

unfortunately, the only thing that swung was your hand against his face, which didn't make contact, but it still hurt his feelings!

(you'd looked him dead in the eye. "good." walked away.)

and that wasn't just an isolated incident!

he'd caught you at the vending machine, bent over. satoru had politely refrained from slapping your ass and loudly announced how hot it was.

perfect gentleman!

whereupon you had turned around, smiling tightly, and offered him the soda.

"see," he teased, cracking it open, "i knew you could be nice if-"

the soda sprayed all over his face. your smile looked a little looser, a little realer, and your laugh - while awful and wicked - had been terribly adorable.

when he started to laugh with you, though, you just glared. rolled your eyes, and walked off in the middle of the conversation.

and just. random moments! your face falls into an admittedly cute pout (suguru says it's a grimace) whenever he walks into the room.

"how's your day been?"

"good, until you got here."

like, he's not crazy here. you're just being mean.

honestly, it's kind of funny. or it would be funny, if it didn't kind of hurt a little.

suguru doesn't get the same kind of response. when he begs, pleads, and bribes suguru into asking you what you don't like about him -

"if i had to say... everything."

whereupon suguru had burst out laughing.

mean!

but that's the thing, though. you were nice to suguru, to everyone else.

you're not a bitch. you're a bitch to him.

he's special.

you don't treat anybody else like this.

why is that, satoru ponders. why do you especially dislike him?

suguru says it's his shitty personality. joke's on suguru because his best friend has been some guy with a shitty personality for about a decade now! loser.

anyways, he comes up with a plan. he texts you from another phone and number, something perfectly random and polite. a picture of a cat he found on the street.

(you love cats so you'll definitely respond. he knows because he's been popping in on you for several weeks now. it's not stalking because he doesn't follow you! and that was so rude of suguru to say!)

the conversation that follows is perfectly pleasant. sweet, even. he enjoys it, right up until -

mean girl <3: hey could you do me a huge favor actually? satoru gojo: anything 4 u kitten!! mean girl <3: kill yourself gojo

his number is blocked.

whoops. wow. do you have a built in satoru gojo detector or something? what is he missing? what gave him away???

suguru looks over the texts and just stares at him blankly at the question.

"well? what could have clued her in?"

"oh, god... satoru, if you can't tell, just forget about it. and stop trying to fool her."

he probably should. stop, that is.

he's not following you but he's definitely teleporting into places he knows you'll be. trying to run into you. constantly. daily. hourly, even.

he likes to stay updated on all your missions. your favorite restaurants. maybe he watches you a little.

there's just something that draws him in. your quick wits, your derision. the way you look at him with all that fire.

you want to laugh at him. he wants to laugh with you.

and yeah, he gets rock hard when you yell at him. he'd let you slap him but you don't bother trying anymore after hitting his infinity that one time. bummer.

it's a late summer evening - sun still up, orange on the horizon. he's stuck filling out reports, you're stuck grading papers.

in silence, as always. you'd never speak to him unless it was to insult him.

"hey," satoru says all the sudden, "you wanna fuck?"

the silence that fills the room is colder, harder -

"are you fucking serious?" insulted, outraged - that's about what he expected.

but... if he looks with the six eyes... if he glances at your sympathetic nervous system, if he squints really hard and swears three times over, maybe he can convince himself -

"you're not totally against the idea, are you?" he draws himself up from the table, smirking.

hooking a finger in his blindfold like he's trying to remind you just how long they are.

you stare at him.

"dead serious," he confirms, "right here right now. i can be fast."

"i don't doubt it." oooh, there's that bite again, "i doubt i'd enjoy it."

his smile bares teeth.

"wanna bet?"

and fuck, just look at you now. look at you!

with all six eyes he is. and satoru likes what he sees.

hunched over, teary eyed. face bright red. you used to scowl at him with that face, that pretty face, all hard lines and snarled lips -

and look at you now! so cute and precious and soft! so sweet he wants to take a bite out of you.

you even yelp, adorably, when he nips at the inside of your thigh. sensitive, twitchy.

he's dizzy with it. with the taste of you, of your cum. your high pitched little whimpers in his ears are still ringing in his ears, along with your mean retorts.

"where's your smart mouth now, baby?" he teases, lips glossy with your slick.

and god, it's even fucking hotter watching you try to glare while blushing and trembling and blinking away tears of overstimulation.

"sh-shut up and put your dick in me, gojo," you bite out, "if you even know how."

you jolt when he kisses your cunt, looking you in the eyes while he does it.

"awh, you poor thing," he cooes, crawling up your chest to go face-to-face, even as another hand goes to dig his cock out of his pants, "so impatient."

he can tell it riles you up. that you don't know what to do, trapped in his gaze.

"fuck off, gojo."

"i'll fuck you," he says with a snicker, kissing your throat. like he knows you won't let him kiss your lovely little pouty face.

how could he not have seen it before?

(well, he had his blindfold on for one. but the principle of you being unsettled by your attraction towards him still stands!)

he lines himself up, nice and easy. feels your unsteady hands reach, cling to his shoulders, and that's almost as hot.

you look down to avoid his gaze, but then your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. huge and pink and throbbing.

"yummy, right?" he croons, "you can have a taste after if you want. you're so sweet, you deserve a lick or two."

you make this sharp gasp, the most adorable, helpless noise, your whole body jerking as he plunges into you, and satoru nearly cums just from that.

cute. cute cute cute cute so fucking cute he's gonna go crazy.

he bites at the place your shoulder meets your neck just to sate himself. soft skin, tender flesh. salty and slick from sweat.

you melt in his mouth. around his dick. whimpering and sniffling and mewling little demands.

"get on with it, gojo, fuck, is this your first time - "

"first time fucking a cunt this wet?" he purrs between sucking marks on your neck, "yeah, baby. it's crazy, how much you want me."

"you went down on me for like," another high-pitched squeak as he nips your ear, "t-ten minutes, dumbass. of course i'm wet!"

your hands claw at him, trembling just like your voice.

he shoves himself in, all the way to the hilt, disintegrating any coherence you had left. all you can do is cry out, wailing when his long fingers brush over your poor, swollen, tender clit.

"awh, baby, you can take it," he croons. his heart does a little delighted flutter when he sees your (utterly kissable) lips purse in annoyance, only to fall apart again when he pumps back into you.

"run out of nasty things to say, huh, baby?" satoru swears he can feel your pretty little clit twitching and pulsing at his touch, just like his cock throbs inside you.

his eyes glitter as he thrusts in and out. god, your hot fucking body tensing and shuddering against him, the exhaustion warring with pleasure and aggravation on your face.

there's not a single part of you that isn't utterly fixated on him. in this moment he's the most important thing in your world.

and it's glorious. your cunt is clenching him like a vice, unraveling him almost as far as he's already unwound you. little moans spill from your mouth, music to his ears.

that face, god, that fucking gorgeous face that's always frowning at him. so pretty now.

"look at you," he pants, close so close, "god, you're - such a bitch all the time - you just needed a good fucking, huh?"

satoru snatches your face by the jaw, looking you straight in the eyes.

they're all wet and messy and a little bit red. he's so close he has to press hard, fast circles into your clit to get you closer, closer -

"f-fuck," you sob, "fuck, hngh, you-"

he licks your tears off your cheeks, "just needed some good cock, huh? that's all it takes to shut your mean little mouth?"

clawing at his back. he feels you squeezing him for all he's worth, milking him -

"fuck, i'm cumming," he groans, bursting hot and liquid in your tight cunt.

you gulp down heavy, airy breaths. delicate noises as you tremble in his arms.

fuck, you're so gorgeous. satoru lays you back, your lashes fluttering, face flushed, spread out on the desk all limp and exhausted.

his ravished beauty. his little spitfire.

"see," he cooes, cupping your cheek, "all sweet for me now that you're filled with my cum. see how nice it feels when you're good for me?"

your hands shoot up, slapping his hand away, covering your face.

"your mouth is literally only good for eating pussy."

he laughs, leaning in to hold you against him. "and yours is only good for talking shit."

"maybe if you weren't such an asshole you'd know better." you snap, pulling back, sliding him out of you with a little gasp that gets his cock twitching again.

he whines at the loss of you, "awh, come on, don't be like that."

you roll your eyes. it's pretty incredible how well you're composing yourself, fixing your clothes and hair. taking a deep breath as you pointedly ignore his pestering and prepare to leave.

his bitchy, pretty baby. so much less intimidating when he's seen you moaning and cumming in his mouth - but he thinks you're even more adorable now.

"i gave you more than your fair share of orgasms, didn't i? show me what else it's good for~" he sings, staring at you the whole time.

you ignore him until you're dressed again. glancing at him from the corner of your eye. turning away.

"...next week after class." you say, stopping just before you leave, "i don't like owing people."

"heh." satoru watches you dart out the door, shutting it briskly behind you, smiling to himself.

maybe you thought he couldn't see it - as if he isn't always watching your face - but just before you left, he could tell.

the faintest dusting of pink on your cheeks...

you really are the cutest girl alive, huh?

(megumi tells him to stop whistling that day - he doesn't stop for an entire week.)

tags: smut :: cockwarming :: slightly mean toru :: popular!reader :: fem reader

You're already seated on Satoru lap at his desk with his thick cock buried to the hilt inside your dripping cunt. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist, panties long discarded on the floor.

His arms cage you against the textbook, one hand lazily resting on your thigh while the other flips a page like this is just another normal tutoring session. Except it's not.

You're full—achingly throbbing full and every tiny shift of your hips makes his length twitch deep inside you.

"Focus princess," Satoru murmurs right against your ear, voice low and teasing. His glasses are perched on his nose, a smirk already playing on his lips. "Commerce Clause. Explain it properly and I'll reward you."

You whimper, nails digging into the edge of the desk. The stretch is overwhelming—his cock so deep, pressing against every sensitive spot, your walls fluttering uselessly around him. "Satoru...I can't—fuck, you're so big like this. How am I supposed to..?"

"By thinking." he cuts in, blunt as ever. He flexes his hips just enough to nudge deeper, making you gasp, back arching. "Come on. Article I, Section 8. What does it let Congress do?"

Your mind is blank, drowned in the feeling of being stuffed. "It regulates...shit—interstate commerce?" The words come out shaky and breathy.

"Too vauge, come on princess you can do better,” he chuckles, rewarding your half assed answer with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. The drag of his cock against your slick walls pulls a broken moan from your throat. "Heart of Atlanta Motel v. United States. Full explanation too."

You squirm on his lap, trying desperately to stay still, but your cunt clenches hard around him. "It..it was about public accommodations and ahh—civil rights. Congress could regulate it because.. because of interstate travel..?"

"There. Much better," he praises. One hand slides up under your shirt, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You're dripping all over me already princess..falling apart so easily. Next tell me the due Process. Fifth and Fourteenth."

"I-I know that," you pant, head tipping back against his shoulder. His cock throbs inside you, hot and heavy, stretching you open. "It protects against government depriving life, liberty, or property without due process of law."

He groans softly, finally giving you a shallow thrust. "Atta girl..my smart girl. Feel that? Your greedy little cunt is sucking me in.."

His free hand drifts down, fingers finding your swollen clit and circling slowly. "Keep going. Strict scrutiny. When does it apply?"

The quiz turns torturous. Every correct answer earns a thrust that leaves you craving more and every wrong answer gets you a harsh tug on your nipples.

You were trying, like really trying—but his cock is too much. "Satoru, please move—I can't take it anymore."

"Wrong answer," he teases, but he had also began losing his own cool. He grips your hips with both hands and starts fucking up into you properly. Deep, measured strokes that make the desk rattle. "You were supposed to be studying law, not creaming on my dick. Look at that baby, dripping all over me."

"Shut up," you moan, but there’s no heat in it. You push back against him, taking him deeper. "Oh god, right there."

He groans when you clenched around him as he begins picking up speed. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, his balls smacking against your ass with every thrust.

You sob, your eyes rolling back as pure bliss consumes you. "Ahh, 'toru I'm gonna.."

"Not yet," he orders, halting his thrusts as you whine, hips squirming desperately. His fingers keep teasing your clit, keeping you right on the edge. "One more princess, the equal protection Clause. Get it right and you can cum."

Tears of frustration and pleasure prick your eyes as you think, desperate to be right. '"Equal protection..under the law..no discrimination based on—fuck, I can't Satoru please."

He grins, "That's okay princess, at least you tried."

He picks up his pace once more, fucking you hard and relentless, brutal thrusts that have you crying. "Just like that..fuck—milk me baby."

Your orgasm crashes over you hard, walls spasming wildly around him as you moan his name. Satoru keeps pounding through it, chasing his own release with filthy praise spilling from his lips.

"Good girl.."

A whimper slips from him as he twitches, filling you up completely. "What'd you say princess..let's see if you know your stuff about actus reus and mens rea yeah?"

"Oh God, kill me."

pussy slaps + blind fold

“who tongue is it, babe?”

your body is sprawled out on the bed. your legs spread open leaving your sensitive pussy twitching. you were left raw and exposed. your poor pussy suffering endless teasing what felt like was going on for hours on end.

a wet slap lands on your pussy, your body jolt and earning a whine from you. “see how wet she is?” you could snickering from both suguru and satoru filling the room. “our filthy slut.”

“who was it baby, making you this wet, hm?” your hips bucked up as suguru thumb rubbing right circles on your clit.

“you— s-sugu?” you whimpered. you felt another slap against your squelching pussy.

“wrong again, sweet girl.” gojo fake pouts “aw. poor baby.” you still can’t see, but you can feel everything. both their eyes watching you clench around nothing.

“please. I need to cum so—so bad ah.” you begged hips bucking up after another slap landed on your cunt. “sugu . . . toru. please.”

“the slut asked so nicely.” suguru laughed, thick tongue licked between your slick folds, drool dripping down his chin taking in your sweet arousal. satoru leaving a trail of wet french kisses on your inner thigh. the tip of suguru tongue circling your sensitive clit, lips closed around your clit sucking on the sensitive nub letting out a hum.

satoru pries open your thighs wider, pinning it against the bed before delivering a glob of spit on your dripping hole, tongue thirsting in and out of your hole. you gasp, your back arched off the bed both your hands flying down to grip onto their hair. you can practically taste your orgasm coming.

“m’im gonna— ngh cum ahh. .w-wait!”

“nuh uh. c’mon cum for us, gorgeous.” satoru groans both their tongues licking your pussy simultaneously. both eating away at your sloppy pussy. tongues occasionally touching each other, mixed salivas dripping to your ass. “cum for us pretty girl.” suguru bit back a moan.

you gasp, legs trembling uncontrollably with tears running down your hot cheeks. until that cord in your belly snaps releasing a stream of squirt spills out of you. your chest heaved, letting out shallow breaths.