𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 ― they call that fashion
呪術廻戦 ⋮ ON-GOING SERIES
a fever you can’t sweat out 「 emo choso kamo x popular reader 」
the cute emo boy from your college is completely enamored with you and your pretty outfits, so when he hears you and your shitty boyfriend finally broke up, he wastes no time in planning how to make you his.
呪術廻戦 :⠀satoru gojo
car sex ﹕ spider-man is your . . . ex ? ﹕ needoh popped so use his balls instead ! he has an alt girlfriend ﹕ AITA for fucking my twins ex ? ﹕obsessed with his beauty marks ﹕ wisdom teeth removal ﹕ him & his shy girl ﹕ cosplay sex ﹕spider-man cums a lot mothers day ﹕brace face ﹕pervert ﹕he’s got pimples jealous jealous girl
FULL STORIES
BACK OF THE NET — after overhearing you playing piano, satoru seems to have fallen hard for you. the only problem? he's not allowed to date. but who's to stop him.
VENUS AS A BOY — you decide to volunteer at your local library during winter break, unaware of the owners cute grandson. you're convinced he absolutely hates you, only to find out he's been thinking on which position to fuck you in first.
FRANKLY, MR GOJO — in which frat boy! gojo swears on everything that he is not in love with his tutor.
呪術廻戦 : choso kamo
infatuation with him ﹕ teasing
呪術廻戦 : Toji Fushiguro
he’s your ex & mechanic : first time : he’s lusting over his neighbor
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satoru gojo took your ‘fuck you’ way too seriously.
the bright red lettering on the page stuck out like a sore thumb on your test.
your professor had marked off several points for a simple mistake. test corrections were not allowed this time, and what made matters worse was the fact that a certain somebody was standing right behind you with a taunting smile on his face.
you didn't know when exactly you became 'rivals.' it was a silent agreement between the two of you to absolutely detest each other for whatever reason.
maybe it was because he stole your place as biggest try hard in the class or maybe it was because part of you knew he was smarter and that pissed you the fuck off.
or maybe it was because part of you didn’t want to accept the fact that you had feelings for him that were beyond just ‘hatred’ or ‘envy’
"that doesn't look good." satoru craned his head to the side, looking over your shoulder to stare at the piece of paper that was wrinkling under your hold. your acrylics were puncturing holes through it in pure anger.
"better luck next time." he wrapped his left arm around your waist, irritating you more when he raised the other to show off his perfect score. of course the bastard got 100%.
when has he ever failed anything in his entire life? you pushed his arm away from your body, crumpling the test, shoving it deep into your bag.
"i still passed." you mumbled under your breath. satoru's ears perked up at your voice. "barely. but it's okay, not everyone can be as great as me can they?"
you were fighting the urge to turn right back around and smash his head against the desks.
"go to hell satoru" you simply gritted out, throwing your bag over your shoulder, pushing past him.
"i'll see ya there sweets."
even hours later, the irritation in your body hasn't cooled down one bit. you tried so hard on that exam, promising yourself that no matter what, you would beat satoru.
thankfully, your roommate was out, leaving the entire place for yourself. perfect to angrily smash down your fingers on your keyboard, cooking up an email to your professor. you simply refused to let your grade go down over a misspelling.
satoru on the other hand was enjoying the quietness of the library, his favorite place. he couldn’t help but think back to your pretty face from earlier. would he be considered a masochist for thriving on getting yelled by you? whatever, he wanted, no he needed, more of you. His eyes were set on the book beneath him, but he wasn’t focusing at all. he just had to see you.
no way was he going to give you an apology. what was there to be sorry for? being better than you in academics? it wouldn’t hurt to give you a not-so-sorry-apology though.
which is why he was standing outside your dorm with flowers in his hands. satoru cleared his throat before knocking twice. A groan could be heard from inside, making him chuckle. the lock was undone and the door swung open revealing a very disheveled you.
“what the hell happened to your hair?” he pointed out. “what the fuck are you doing here?!” you whispered shouted, eyes wide, looking around to make sure no one else was around. “I wanted to come say sorry.” he shrugged. “brought you flowers.”
“yeah, i can see that.” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest, making your breasts push up. satoru bit back a groan at the sight, forcing himself to look back at your face. “don’t tell me you aren’t a fan of tulips.” you rolled your eyes. “go home satoru.”
“wanna be with you tho.”
“well, i dont!”
“cmon, don’t be like that just cuz im smarter baby..” he coo’ed, hand reaching out to tug at your heated cheek. you instinctively smacked it away, grabbing the door handle once again. “and i’m not your baby.”
“you can be though.” satoru’s grin made its way back to his stupid face.
“oh, fuck you.”
before you could close the door shut on his face without even accepting the flowers, he quickly prevented you from doing so. “what was that?” his voice was low, almost daring.
“.. what?”
“i asked what you said just now. go on, repeat it for me.” satoru’s usually bright blue eyes have now darkened into both irritation and lust. you hesitated, not wanting to say those two words again afraid of the outcome.
but with the way he was looking down at you, it seemed like he wasn’t gonna leave until you did so.
“fuck you..” you said quietly this time, almost embarrassed. satoru nodded, pursing his lips — taking in your words. “alright. get on the fucking bed then.”
┈
you would’ve never guessed that satoru was strong. sure, he’s way taller than you, but where the hell did those muscles come from? he pressed your body against the bed, sinking you down on the mattress as his hands tugged at your clothes.
you could barely breathe with the way your face was pushed onto the pillow, whining out his name so desperately. “didn’t.. didn’t mean it!..”
your pants were pulled off, his grip tightening on your hips to arch your body just right. “then you shouldn’t have said it, pretty.” your neck was exposed, making it easy for him to brush his lips, teeth sinking down just right.
his dick was hard behind you, poking at your clothed cunt. “you always wear shit like this? even to school?” he asked, fingers tugging at your panties before letting it smack back into place. you helped at the sharp pain, soon being shut up by his mouth on yours. his tongue explored every inch of it, licking at the roof of your mouth and teeth.
when he pulled away, you were much wetter than before. “did you?” satoru asked again, hands shamelessly ripped up your underwear right in the middle. your cunt glistened with arousal under the dim lit room. it pulsed, practically begging for him.
“yes.. ngh yes i do!”
satoru hummed in satisfaction with your answer, playing with your clit with his light touch. “yknow how much i’ve dreamt about this.. with you under me, begging for me. shut, you made it hard to focus in class when all i wanted to do was bend you over that fucking desk.”
with just the right amount of precision, he inserted in two fingers, curling them almost right away. “satoru!” you screamed, knees shaking.
“love how my name sounds coming out of your mouth.” satoru’s finger were long and thin, reaching serena’s his dick could as well. “and the way you yell at me.. fuck, it’s so sexy.”
your pussy was begging for more with the loud wet squelching sounds it made. he couldn’t help but laugh at that, loving knowing how much you needed him at the moment.
“satoru please.. stop teasing!”
“but i’m not, baby.” he gave you a faux frown. “i’m touching you just how you wanted, right?” you shook your head. “oh? you want more?”
“please, want your cock..” your face reddened in embarrassment, never imagining yourself begging for satoru like this. the boy you swore you hated, was the same guy you were begging to get fucked by.
with a sigh, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth to lick off the spilled juices. “alright then.” your body shivered at the loss of him in you, back still arched and cunt exposed right towards him. he spread your legs a little bit wider, taking his cock out with one hand.
he as well, was dripping. pre was gathered at the tip, leaking with every breath he took. slowly, he dragged it right at your entrance, wanting more begging from you. “toru! stop it!”
“that’s a new one.” upon your request, he obliged, gently pushing in a couple of inches. “fuckkkkk..” you were right, so fucking tight and warm he could die right there. his thrusts were torturously slow. your knuckles had far turned white with the grip your hands had on the bedsheets. “can you just fuck me normally?!” you shot out.
“there she is.” satoru beamed. “missed ya being so snappy towards me. with that, he shoved his entire cock right in you. your mouth fell agape, no sound being produced. how could you even think when your back is getting blown out with a speed you don’t know was possible.
“mmm good girl.” he whispered, arms wrapping around your waist, bringing his whole body weight down onto yours.
you muffled your cries with the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of your head. everything was just so perfect. “shit, did you get tighter?” satoru kissed your cheek repeatedly, licking away at your tears. “you’re doing so good. taking my cock like the good perfect girl you are.”
your stomach fluttered at his words. even the most annoying guy on earth could be kind at times. satoru slowed down his movement, pulling out until his tip was the only thing inside of you. “want me to give you a proper apology for being an ass?”
the earlier events were long forgotten for you, being way too focused on how your insides were practically being de-arranged. regardless, you nodded.
“then cum for me.”
he slammed right back into you, knocking all air out of your lungs. you screamed, torn between feeling pleasure or pain. “cmon, cum all over my cock. show me how much you want me.”
your walls stretched around him, memorizing his length. bruises appeared on your sides from the sheer strength in which he was holding you, almost like he didn’t want to let go.
his thrusts stuttered when he neared his orgasm, not wanting to finish before you though. with one final thrust, you came all over him. you sniffled, looking over your shoulder to meet eyes with him. the second you made eye contact, his face softened. shortly after, he squirted our ropes of cum into your womb. he came a lot, some making its way out of your puffy folds.
his breaths were shaky, because looking down at you and seeing you post orgasm made him realize that one round wasn’t going to be enough. “you’re so beautiful..” satoru didn’t pull out yet, instead he turned your body over. your breathing was shaky, still regaining stability.
“i’m sorry for being so mean to you sweets.. just needed a way to get your attention.”
“well.. you got it.” you sniffled, leaning into his touch when he reached out to wipe away the remaining tears.
satoru gojo took your ‘fuck you’ way too seriously.
the bright red lettering on the page stuck out like a sore thumb on your test.
your professor had marked off several points for a simple mistake. test corrections were not allowed this time, and what made matters worse was the fact that a certain somebody was standing right behind you with a taunting smile on his face.
you didn't know when exactly you became 'rivals.' it was a silent agreement between the two of you to absolutely detest each other for whatever reason.
maybe it was because he stole your place as biggest try hard in the class or maybe it was because part of you knew he was smarter and that pissed you the fuck off.
or maybe it was because part of you didn’t want to accept the fact that you had feelings for him that were beyond just ‘hatred’ or ‘envy’
"that doesn't look good." satoru craned his head to the side, looking over your shoulder to stare at the piece of paper that was wrinkling under your hold. your acrylics were puncturing holes through it in pure anger.
"better luck next time." he wrapped his left arm around your waist, irritating you more when he raised the other to show off his perfect score. of course the bastard got 100%.
when has he ever failed anything in his entire life? you pushed his arm away from your body, crumpling the test, shoving it deep into your bag.
"i still passed." you mumbled under your breath. satoru's ears perked up at your voice. "barely. but it's okay, not everyone can be as great as me can they?"
you were fighting the urge to turn right back around and smash his head against the desks.
"go to hell satoru" you simply gritted out, throwing your bag over your shoulder, pushing past him.
"i'll see ya there sweets."
even hours later, the irritation in your body hasn't cooled down one bit. you tried so hard on that exam, promising yourself that no matter what, you would beat satoru.
thankfully, your roommate was out, leaving the entire place for yourself. perfect to angrily smash down your fingers on your keyboard, cooking up an email to your professor. you simply refused to let your grade go down over a misspelling.
satoru on the other hand was enjoying the quietness of the library, his favorite place. he couldn’t help but think back to your pretty face from earlier. would he be considered a masochist for thriving on getting yelled by you? whatever, he wanted, no he needed, more of you. His eyes were set on the book beneath him, but he wasn’t focusing at all. he just had to see you.
no way was he going to give you an apology. what was there to be sorry for? being better than you in academics? it wouldn’t hurt to give you a not-so-sorry-apology though.
which is why he was standing outside your dorm with flowers in his hands. satoru cleared his throat before knocking twice. A groan could be heard from inside, making him chuckle. the lock was undone and the door swung open revealing a very disheveled you.
“what the hell happened to your hair?” he pointed out. “what the fuck are you doing here?!” you whispered shouted, eyes wide, looking around to make sure no one else was around. “I wanted to come say sorry.” he shrugged. “brought you flowers.”
“yeah, i can see that.” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest, making your breasts push up. satoru bit back a groan at the sight, forcing himself to look back at your face. “don’t tell me you aren’t a fan of tulips.” you rolled your eyes. “go home satoru.”
“wanna be with you tho.”
“well, i dont!”
“cmon, don’t be like that just cuz im smarter baby..” he coo’ed, hand reaching out to tug at your heated cheek. you instinctively smacked it away, grabbing the door handle once again. “and i’m not your baby.”
“you can be though.” satoru’s grin made its way back to his stupid face.
“oh, fuck you.”
before you could close the door shut on his face without even accepting the flowers, he quickly prevented you from doing so. “what was that?” his voice was low, almost daring.
“.. what?”
“i asked what you said just now. go on, repeat it for me.” satoru’s usually bright blue eyes have now darkened into both irritation and lust. you hesitated, not wanting to say those two words again afraid of the outcome.
but with the way he was looking down at you, it seemed like he wasn’t gonna leave until you did so.
“fuck you..” you said quietly this time, almost embarrassed. satoru nodded, pursing his lips — taking in your words. “alright. get on the fucking bed then.”
┈
you would’ve never guessed that satoru was strong. sure, he’s way taller than you, but where the hell did those muscles come from? he pressed your body against the bed, sinking you down on the mattress as his hands tugged at your clothes.
you could barely breathe with the way your face was pushed onto the pillow, whining out his name so desperately. “didn’t.. didn’t mean it!..”
your pants were pulled off, his grip tightening on your hips to arch your body just right. “then you shouldn’t have said it, pretty.” your neck was exposed, making it easy for him to brush his lips, teeth sinking down just right.
his dick was hard behind you, poking at your clothed cunt. “you always wear shit like this? even to school?” he asked, fingers tugging at your panties before letting it smack back into place. you helped at the sharp pain, soon being shut up by his mouth on yours. his tongue explored every inch of it, licking at the roof of your mouth and teeth.
when he pulled away, you were much wetter than before. “did you?” satoru asked again, hands shamelessly ripped up your underwear right in the middle. your cunt glistened with arousal under the dim lit room. it pulsed, practically begging for him.
“yes.. ngh yes i do!”
satoru hummed in satisfaction with your answer, playing with your clit with his light touch. “yknow how much i’ve dreamt about this.. with you under me, begging for me. shut, you made it hard to focus in class when all i wanted to do was bend you over that fucking desk.”
with just the right amount of precision, he inserted in two fingers, curling them almost right away. “satoru!” you screamed, knees shaking.
“love how my name sounds coming out of your mouth.” satoru’s finger were long and thin, reaching serena’s his dick could as well. “and the way you yell at me.. fuck, it’s so sexy.”
your pussy was begging for more with the loud wet squelching sounds it made. he couldn’t help but laugh at that, loving knowing how much you needed him at the moment.
“satoru please.. stop teasing!”
“but i’m not, baby.” he gave you a faux frown. “i’m touching you just how you wanted, right?” you shook your head. “oh? you want more?”
“please, want your cock..” your face reddened in embarrassment, never imagining yourself begging for satoru like this. the boy you swore you hated, was the same guy you were begging to get fucked by.
with a sigh, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth to lick off the spilled juices. “alright then.” your body shivered at the loss of him in you, back still arched and cunt exposed right towards him. he spread your legs a little bit wider, taking his cock out with one hand.
he as well, was dripping. pre was gathered at the tip, leaking with every breath he took. slowly, he dragged it right at your entrance, wanting more begging from you. “toru! stop it!”
“that’s a new one.” upon your request, he obliged, gently pushing in a couple of inches. “fuckkkkk..” you were right, so fucking tight and warm he could die right there. his thrusts were torturously slow. your knuckles had far turned white with the grip your hands had on the bedsheets. “can you just fuck me normally?!” you shot out.
“there she is.” satoru beamed. “missed ya being so snappy towards me. with that, he shoved his entire cock right in you. your mouth fell agape, no sound being produced. how could you even think when your back is getting blown out with a speed you don’t know was possible.
“mmm good girl.” he whispered, arms wrapping around your waist, bringing his whole body weight down onto yours.
you muffled your cries with the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of your head. everything was just so perfect. “shit, did you get tighter?” satoru kissed your cheek repeatedly, licking away at your tears. “you’re doing so good. taking my cock like the good perfect girl you are.”
your stomach fluttered at his words. even the most annoying guy on earth could be kind at times. satoru slowed down his movement, pulling out until his tip was the only thing inside of you. “want me to give you a proper apology for being an ass?”
the earlier events were long forgotten for you, being way too focused on how your insides were practically being de-arranged. regardless, you nodded.
“then cum for me.”
he slammed right back into you, knocking all air out of your lungs. you screamed, torn between feeling pleasure or pain. “cmon, cum all over my cock. show me how much you want me.”
your walls stretched around him, memorizing his length. bruises appeared on your sides from the sheer strength in which he was holding you, almost like he didn’t want to let go.
his thrusts stuttered when he neared his orgasm, not wanting to finish before you though. with one final thrust, you came all over him. you sniffled, looking over your shoulder to meet eyes with him. the second you made eye contact, his face softened. shortly after, he squirted our ropes of cum into your womb. he came a lot, some making its way out of your puffy folds.
his breaths were shaky, because looking down at you and seeing you post orgasm made him realize that one round wasn’t going to be enough. “you’re so beautiful..” satoru didn’t pull out yet, instead he turned your body over. your breathing was shaky, still regaining stability.
“i’m sorry for being so mean to you sweets.. just needed a way to get your attention.”
“well.. you got it.” you sniffled, leaning into his touch when he reached out to wipe away the remaining tears.
when one thinks of a nerd, you'd think it would be one of those musty guys that don't have time for hygiene because they're too busy studying for whatever the hell they're always talking about. their usual sayings, "bro, im so fucking cooked." or, "erm, actually!" well, satoru does say those things but he's also perverted in a way.
your first interaction was when you were assigned to a project together, choosing his place for the meet up. "oh! um, are you sure?" he nervously asked, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.
you were gorgeous in anyone eyes, including his. and the last thing he needed was for you to see his room. because said room has shelves full of manga and figures with little to no clothes and body proportions you were unsure were anatomically correct.
you thought it was mad weird.
thankfully, he got rid of the figures when you got together. claiming that he sold them online, except for one that you had found stored away in a box under his bed.
one with a sexual maid outfit and bunny ears.
at first, you were fuming until you took a closer look. the doll looked almost . . . like you. same face, hair color, body type.
then, you were ordering an exact replica of the outfit it had on, slipping the frilly little thing over your body and positioning the bunny ears and little tail before sitting down on his bed, waiting patiently for him to return from his digimon trading game.
"babe, should we order takeout-" his words died out on his tongue after his eyes landed on you. "oh.." his dick began hardening in his pants like a damn virgin.
the gooner doll was in your hands. you waved at him with it.
he gulped.
"what's with outfit, pretty?"
"what's with this?"
"uh, well," he stuttered, his bag falling onto the floor. "you told me you sold all of them toru. why'd you lie to me?" you pouted.
there was no time to explain. his hands were on you in seconds, feeling you up even while shaking like a maniac.
his fingers dug into your hips, holding you down his cock.
"oh my god.. you look so hot like this."
he threw his head back onto the headboard, watching as you carefully sank down on him. "you should hah.. wear ngh.. more outfits like this." he grunted, shifting his hips to help you bounce up and down.
"yeah?"
"yeah!" fuck you feel so good.." satoru moaned, shifting his hands to rest on your waist instead, eyes set on you. or more at the way the bunny ears flopped with every thrust. "gonna explain why you kept that figure?" you gripped onto his shoulders.
satoru looked away, face drenched in embarrassment. "it reminded me of you.." he confessed.
you hummed, kissing his nose. "I figured. weirdo."
"you dressed up for this weirdo." he moaned, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. the plap plap plap of skin on skin would make you cringe any other day, but the way satoru's face was fully displaying arousal, you didn't mind it.
"you're so loud." he says as if he wasn't the one whimpering.
his hand traveled up to your breasts, squeezing over the clothed area before ripping off your top.
"babe!" you gasped. "I just bought this."
"yeah, I'll buy you even cuter sets. no way are we ever stopping this."
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gojo's wisdom teeth removal led to an unexpected love confession
your best friend of two years had begged you repeatedly to tag along with him to his personal hell on earth. the dental clinic. the four back teeth in his mouth have been bothering him for some time now, leaving no option but to get them removed.
“i can’t do this, hold my hand.” satoru’s hand roughly grabbed onto yours. you tried not to get flustered by the action, but you could feel warmth erupting on your cheeks. his leg kept bouncing nervously, waiting for his name to be called.
“toru, you’re twenty years old.” you reminded.
“i’m allowed to be scared at twenty!” he whisper shouted. his clammy hand didn’t let go of yours even for a second. when his name got called out, he refused to let go. “please, come with me. come with me.”
fortunately, he finally went in without you. with a final pleading look, satoru got taken away. safe to say, he had every right to be terrified. the white haired boy walked out with his cheeks all puffed up like a chipmunks, eyes teary, and walking like a drunk man.
“he was very difficult to drug.” the doctor said, leading satoru by the shoulders over to you. he whined out your name, reaching out to hug you. “help.. hurts..”
you stifled in a laugh, enjoying the sudden behavior. after thanking the doctor and a very difficult time having to push satoru into your car, you made your way over to your apartment . there was no way you were letting him be unattended until tomorrow.
the radio played his favorite music, making him sing along in the backseat. very off key, mind you. “hey.. hey, where we going?” his voice was very funny sounding. “to my place.” you stared at him through the rearview mirror.
“ooh.. and what are we gonna do at your place?”
you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. “i’m gonna take care of you.”
“whole house happy.” he slurred out before flopping back into his seat. upon arrival, he was talking nonsense. something about digimon and his econ class, you couldn’t tell. “oh no..” the bloody gauze fell from his mouth, landing on the floor. “my tongue!” his eyes widened in horror.
“it’s not your tongue, silly.” too late, he was already crying. his hand tapped against his cheek in attempt to feel his still attached tongue. “no.. my tongue!” he tried bending down to grab it.
in total, it took ten minutes to get him inside the house and to convince him that his tongue was very much intact. “open up..” you gently placed in a new gauze, closing his jaw so he could start biting down on it. “i’ll be back.” doctors recommended to place ice packs on both cheeks to numb down the pain and luckily, you had two bags of peas sitting in your freezer.
“don’t leave me.” his strong arms wrapped around your torso, pushing his face in between your chest. “toru!” you gasped, trying to push him away.
“i love you so much.. do you know that? bet you don’t.. don’t even have a clue.” satoru mumbled out, leaning up to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, spreading his nasty blood all over you before you stopped him. “babay...” he pouted, watching as you placed your hands on his chest, preventing him from getting closer. “satoru calm down, you’re not yourself right now. you’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”
“i do.” he groaned. “love youuuu.. sooo much. do you love me too?”
you had spent the past two years believing the crush was one sided, that there would be no way he could ever feel the same way about you too. this wasn’t the way you’d want to confess, so you’ll save it for another day. “i’ll tell you when you’re thinking straight.”
“i’m straight.”
“i’m sure.”
very sorry for the inaccurate representation of getting your wisdom teeth removed. i haven’t gotten mine out yet. i’m scared.
tysm for the idea @newpersonsameoldmistakez & @sillyriddle
AITA for fucking my twins ex ?
nerdjo x reader ac. narutoss.ramen
Toru (20) has been eyeing you ever since his brother, Satoru (20), introduced you to him. How could a pretty girl such as yourself end up with a good for nothing boy? Now, don’t get Toru wrong, he loves his brother (most of the time) but, Satoru has never taken his future seriously. He preferred to party all night instead of studying for an important test. Because he claimed “it isn’t that deep. Just live your life.”
Unlike you.
Toru has seen the way you tire yourself out in the library. You had to force your eyes to stay open, reading multiple books stacked on your desk and worksheets spread out with neat notes you had taken in class. In a way, Toru was like you.
You took college seriously, and you actually cared for your education.
So he asks himself again, what did you see in Satoru? Well yeah, he had the looks and all. But that’s about it.
“Oh, we broke up.” Satoru casually said as he tied together the two elastic bands attached to the trash bag. Toru’s eyes widened. “W-what? Why? You guys looked so well together!” That was obviously a lie, but there was no way he’d show his excitement at the sudden breakup.
“We just didn’t match each other that well. Thought it’d be like, opposites attract or some shit, but nah.” Satoru scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. He was clearly bothered with the still sensitive topic. Regardless of the mutual agreement to break up, Satoru genuinely liked you. You were both pretty and smart and best of all, you saw past the ‘party animal’ and understood him.
Until you eventually decided it was best to break things off. “So..” Toru dragged out the ‘o’, tapping his hands on the kitchen table. “What happened?”
“She thought I was holding her back, which I probably was. And I want what’s best for her..” He quietly said before leaving to throw out the trash. Toru sat in silence after the door clicked behind his twin. Sure he felt horrible, but fuck, he wanted you too.
Toru never told his brother that he’s been eyeing you since the start of the semester, nor the way he’s been fantasizing about you.
He loved your eyes, wanting to be the one to make them roll behind as he slammed his pulsing cock into you. Or the way he’d daydream in class about ripping off your top to suck on your tits. The thought alone made his jeans begin to feel tight.
Toru’s back straightened when his brother walked back in. “I’m gonna go out, mind doing the dishes tonight?” Satoru asked, already going over to his room to grab his jacket. “Oh, sure. You going to a party?”
“Where else? Need to get my mind off things.”
Perfect. Toru had already planned to spend his whole afternoon jerking off to your posts on instagram. He prayed you weren’t the type to completely delete everything after a breakup.
“See ya.” Satoru threw a peace sign as a goodbye.
Toru nodded, waiting for a bit before eventually heading to his room now. His cock was already straining against his pants the second he pulled out his phone. His thumbs quickly moved to open up your insta account. “Oh thank God.” He sighed in relief when he saw that your pretty pictures were in fact, still there.
His fly unzipped, pants pulled down to his ankles. His dick was fully emerged, the soft pink tip glistening with pre-cum. “Fuck..” He said through his teeth after teasing himself with his thumb all while letting your story highlights play. “You’re so gorgeous. He never deserved ya.”
His personal favorite picture showed up, making his hand quicken its pace on the base. The sensitive vein on the side bulged out, drawing out more moans from Toru. He threw himself onto his back, squeezing himself.
You looked like a goddess. Your hair was neatly done, makeup on point, and the slight arch of your body? It had Toru shooting blanks. He’s lost times as to how much he’s jerked off to this specific picture. He had practically mastered the art of male masturbation. His hips thrusted into his own hand, feeling himself grow closer.
“So close.. so fucking close!” With one final stroke, his warm seed shot out. Some landed in his hand while the rest managed to get onto his shirt.
A pleasured sigh fell from his lips, knowing he had to go just one more time in order to feel satisfied. Right as he was about to position himself into humping his pillow, the doorbell rang.
Toru froze.
Had Satoru forgotten something? No, he would have used the keys instead. So then who was at the door? He quickly scrambled, wiping his cum on an already used tissue. He reached for his pants, quickly putting them on.
“Coming!” He yelled out when the bell rang once again. He gave himself a look over in his mirror, making sure it wasn’t obvious of his previous activities. That’s when he noticed the cum in his shirt. “Fuck it.” He quickly discarded of it, rushing to get the door.
The person would unfortunately have to deal with seeing his lanky torso. His hand twisted the doorknob, opening up to reveal.. you?
You felt your cheeks heat up when your eyes met his. He didn’t have his glasses on, and well, he didn’t have his shirt on either.
His breath stuttered.
“Hi.. um,” It wasn’t your first time interacting with Toru, so why was it suddenly so hard? Surely it was because he’s your ex’s brother. “Is Satoru home?”
Toru couldn’t trust himself in speaking so he shook his head instead. He could barely make sight of your figure, but he’s memorized your face. “He’s at a party..”
Maybe he shouldn’t have said that because it clearly hurt you in a way. “Oh.” You could feel your heart sink. You had recently broke up and he’s already moving on? “Okay.. I just came to drop a few things off.”
Toru’s throat throbbed, scooting to the side to let you in. “Come in, please.”
You mumbled a small thank you, offering one of your sweet but forced smiles. In your hands was a box full of clothes left behind. Toru let his eyes travel down to the seat of your hips. His boner hasn’t come down yet, matter of fact, he could swear it got bigger.
“How are you doing?” He managed to get out.
You placed the box down on the side table, contemplating if you really wanted to vent to Toru out of all people right now. Not with the way you could barely even look at him. How could he look so hot without muscles? That was your type, no?
“Not that great to be honest.. but it was coming anyways.” You shrugged. “Has he said anything..?” Part of you hoped Satoru has.
But Toru knew what you wanted to hear, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. “Just that you broke up. That’s all.”
“Of course. I don’t know what I expected.” Your body was now turned to him. “Mind telling him that I came to drop things off for me? I tried texting him, but I couldn’t bring myself to.”
“Yeah, yeah for sure.”
Don’t go.
“Okay, thank you.”
Where are you going?
Before you could take a step to the exit, a faint familiar voice caught your attention. Toru felt his heart drop to his ass. He never clicked out of your highlights, nor turn off his phone.
Your eyes widened, head snapping over to his bedroom.
Toru’s heart was racing so hard he could hear it. “That’s not..” He tried to make up an excuse, but there was no denying it. “Shit..” He hid his face in his hands, totally embarrassed.
“What..” You couldn’t even form a sentence. Why had Toru been looking through your highlights? “Toru?” The lingering smell of release lingered on his hand, becoming more prominent when you got closer to him.
And it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.
So here comes the first question, is Toru the asshole for dragging his twins ex into his bed?
He didn’t care if you were frustrated with the breakup, fuck, he couldn’t care less if you were just using him to release that frustration! “Ngh!” He moaned into your mouth. Toru wasn’t the best kisser, but it somehow made it better. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and had your teeth clashing against one another’s.
“Is this okay?” His hands traveled up your shirt. “Yeah!” You tugged at his undercut, bringing him in for another kiss.
He gently squeezed at your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra, and to that he thanked every God out there. He wasn’t swallowing every sweet sound that came out of you. “Keep whining like that..” He begged.
His fingers roughly twisted around your nipples, pinching them until your back arched onto his. His hips gave experimental humps, carefully checking if you were okay with it.
Seeing as you were, the bumps became full thrusts, rubbing his clothed cock on your clothed cunt.
“Toru!”
His eyes adverted down to see the wet patch on his pants. “Did you just..?”
“Yeah.” He wasn’t going to deny the effect you had on him. “Can you clean me up?” Toru pulled away, pushing down his pants along with his ruined briefs. His cock was way too heavy to fully stand up. The tip was still oozing with cum that he wiped off to put on your lips.
“Looks like your lipgloss.” Toru grinned.
Is Toru the asshole for fucking his twins ex’s mouth?
“God, angel..” Toru gently cupped your cheeks as you slowly slid his cock in. “That’s it. Take all of it.” His breath hitched once his head grazed the back of your mouth. You looked so pretty, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him off.
A hand reached behind to fist in your hair, using it as leverage to practically fuck your mouth. But the sudden action only resulted in you accidentally using teeth on him.
He groaned loudly, not expecting that. It hurt like hell but fuck, he secretly wanted you to do it again. His other hand held onto his headboard that banged on the wall time to time. Toru was absolutely in a trance with the way you were kneeling in between his legs.
It was like a wet dream come true.
He grew upset when you closed your eyes, giving you a soft yank at your hair to force you to keep looking at him. “Eyes on me. Good girl.”
You whimpered in apology, looking up at him through your glassy eyes. Your toes were curled to prevent yourself from gagging, but that barely helped with the way he was plummeting into your throat.
You’ve never taken a dick like this before, not even Satoru’s was this big.
“Gonna.. gonna cum.” Toru warned, throwing his head back. Sure enough, warm liquid spilt inside your mouth, forcibly pouring down your throat. Some managed to get out through the corners, dripping onto your chin.
Toru panted, pulling away from you.
“Shh..” Both his thumbs reached up to clean you off. “Thank you pretty, for making me feel so good. Now it’s your turn, okay?”
Is Toru the asshole for fucking his twins ex in a mating press?
Toru has consumed a lot of porn in the past year alone. He’d scroll through twitter, jerk off to videos that featured girls that looked adjacent to you, or simply go on the hub. And he absolutely had a favorite position.
“You ever try this one?” He asked, already lifting your legs until your knees were brought up to your chest.
Your cunt was glistening, shouldn’t be a problem for him to slide right in. “N-no.” You bit your lip, furrowing your eyebrows when he teased your entrance with his tip. Unfortunately, Toru didn’t have any condoms in his room.
If it wasn’t obvious, the boy was a virgin.
“Alright, just tell me if I need to slow down.” Toru leaned down to press a sweet peck on your lips as he slowly entered, inch by inch. The vein that he had scraped at your walls so deliciously, it had your lips drooling. Both of them. “So fucking tight.” He rasped.
Your hands kept themselves on the back of your knees, moaning when he slid out just to slam right back in. “Toru!”
“Shit, did it hurt?” Worry overtook the boys face. “No!” You assured. “Feels good..”
A smile broke out on his lips at your words. “If ya say so.” His hands were on top of yours, bending you in ways you didn’t even know you could. With his lips on yours, cock fucking you relentlessly as his balls smacked against your hole, and moans coming out of both of you, it was really difficult to heart the door opening. It seems like you two had lost track of time.
Oops.
I MADE MORE BS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ there prob won't be a pt. 2 sowwy
your boyfriend has been feeling insecure these past days regarding his braces. he had just started wearing bands and they hurt like shit. “toru?” you walked into his dorm, seeing him laid out on the bed in a starfish pose. “baby what’s wrong?”
satoru groaned, feeling a sharp pain erupt in his mouth. he pointed at his lips in indication that it was braces that were hurting him.
it’s been a while since he’s properly kissed you as well. not like it’d be enjoyable with the way his lips kept getting chapped every other minute. he was already a geek but his braces didn’t help his nerdy appearance.
“aw,” you coo’ed, gently cupping his cheeks in your hands. “they’re hurting?”
the white haired boy nodded, desperately wanting to smash his mouth against yours. whenever he even tried pouting out for a peck, the pain would begin again.
“wanna kiss you..”
“yeah?” his eyes flickered down your plump lips. god, he missed them. “let me do all the work then.” you offered.
you leaned down to press a gentle kiss at the corner of his lips, causing him to whine. “more..” he begged.
“don’t be greedy.”
your tongue darted out to lick away at the dryness before kissing him right in the middle. “does it hurt?”
satoru shook his head, gripping your waist tightly as he chased after your once you pulled away. “thank you love.”
you hummed, caressing his lips with your thumb. “brought you some ice cream. hopefully that’ll numb down the pain.”
you had broken up with satoru for a variety of reasons. everything began when he showed up late to plenty of dates, or not showing up at all. when you would confront him, it’d be the same excuse.
“i’m sorry baby, forgive me. i was studying for biochemistry and i lost track of time!”
completely understandable — for the first three times. and those dates he would be able to attend would have to be cut off short because he had a project to finish.
“shit, the boys are calling me. we’ve gotta finish our project, you understand right pretty girl?”
no, you didn’t. despite trying so hard to be patient and understanding, part of you was fully prepared to find out that your boyfriend was cheating.
but that wasn’t the case.
satoru loved you to the moon and back, going as far to keep the city safe, to keep you safe. your nerdy boyfriend was actually spider-man
with weekly villains showing up often, it was hard to juggle studies and your relationship. he told himself that he could do it — that he could manage all three.
“i think.. i think we should break up.” your voice was still soft despite being hurt. the last thing you wanted to do was end your two year relationship. but what other choice was there when he was no longer putting in the same effort he was months ago?
“what?” satoru looked up from his book, eyes blown wide. he slowly shook his head, hands already reaching towards you. “baby, no is it me being late to dates? i’ll stop i swear-“
“that’s what you’ve said the last three times.”
his heart sank when you pulled away from his touch. “i know, fuck, i’m sorry. don’t do this, i love you.”
“it doesn’t feel like it gojo.”
“gojo? no no, cmon don’t call me that-“
those were the finals words you heard from him before leaving his apartment complex.
it’s been a few weeks since then — weeks full of gojo’s body feeling too heavy to get up. he barely had the energy to go out and fight whoever showed up in the city, stirring trouble.
he’d spend his extra patrol time to look over you, secretly following you home just to make sure you were safe. if he couldn’t have you up close, then he’ll have you from a distance.
you haven’t moved on from the relationship either. having no interest in seeing anyone else, you spent your days hunched over your desk studying.
one night, satoru had taken pretty harsh hits. his suit was all torn up and blood was seeping through the cuts. he took in deep breaths but that only made it worse. the white haired boy hissed in pain as he weakly made his way up to your dorm.
maybe now you’d understand.
just as he was about to open the window, he heard two voices coming from inside.
“okay, so if we go back to basic algebra, we know that a negative times a negative equals a positive-“
you were with a boy. satoru felt his heart rate rise. why were you studying with another boy? why were you with another boy, period?
he peeked again into the window to take a closer look, but only accidentally made eye contact with you.
“is something wrong?” choso, the guy you were studying with, was about to turn around towards the window before you stopped him.
“uh i was just seeing how late it has gotten..! you must be tired cho, you should get going.”
“cho?” satoru whispered to himself.
choso stood upright, grabbing his backpack from your bed. “alright, see you tomorrow then. sleep well.”
“you too.” you waved goodbye , closing the door once he was out of sight. you turned back around, seeing that satoru had already made his way inside. he was fucked up. his white locks were tinted with red from his own blood, or the villains, even he didn’t know.
an audible gasp left your lips. “what the hell.”
“who was that?..” he asked, but you cut him off.
“you lied to me.” your voice trembled. “did you not trust me or something? how many times have you been beat up like this when i could’ve helped you out?”
“y/n..”
“don’t.” you shook your head, already feeling tears spilling from your eyes. satoru let out a sigh, reaching up to wipe them away with his thumbs. “i didn’t want to tell you because if i did, i would’ve put you at risk.”
“i thought we were supposed to tell each other everything. you had me thinking that i wasn’t enough for you. that you had found someone else..”
“no no no.. of course not. you’re it for me love.” he pressed a kiss against your forehead. “please understand..”
you leaned into the familiar touch.
it was silent for a bit, just the two of you embracing one another.
“sooo… who’s cho?”
“my tutor.” you rested your chin on his chest. “had to replace my old one.”
“yeah cuz you broke up with him.”
“for a very good reason!”
he had missed this. the sweet bickering between you and him. “help me clean up?”
the bath water filled up the tub with the perfect temperature. satoru gently pulled off his suit, dipping into the tub with a grunt.
“how’d this even happen?” you asked quietly, taking the soap into your hand to scrub at the grime and blood on his porcelain like skin.
“green goblin gave me a whole ass detour of the city.. by dragging me around.” he closed his eyes, just taking in your soft touch. “no.. i meant.. how’d you even become spider-man?”
“oh, some spider bit me. the one from that museum we visited once. get in with me?..”
“no way, the waters all dirty.”
what used to be clear water had now turned into a mixture of red and brown. “you’re all set.” you leaned over to the counter where the towels were.
“thank you, baby.”
he got out, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist to prevent you from seeing his hardened dick. how couldn’t he get hard? you looked as pretty as ever and something about you taking care of him was so domestic.
“i think i still have some of your clothes in my closet.” you mumbled, digging through your drawers. an old graphic tee and pj pants sat untouched at the bottom of your clothes.
“that won’t be necessary.” satoru said from behind, hugging you close. “i missed you..” he groaned into the nape of your neck. “satoru..” you attempted to pull away from him, but he wasn’t budging.
instead, he pushed you harder against your cabinet, forcing your hands to rest on top.
“did ya miss me?” he lifted his head up, staring down at you with his ocean like eyes. even if you wanted to deny it, of course you missed him. after seeing your nod, satoru hummed in pleasure.
“thought so.” he turned your head to the side so his tongue could lick a stripe from your neck up to your lips. a moan tore from your throat when he forced his tongue into your mouth. “take me back.” he begged. “promise, no more secrets.”
“okay.” you whimpered out, arching your back to meet with his prominent boner.
A girl such as yourself — popular, confident, & a total party animal — should be with any boy other than your private tutor. Yet, you found yourself head over heels for satoru gojo, whom you had hired last second to help your astrophysics grade come back up after prioritizing parties and shopping sprees over it.
You couldn’t help but admire him from time to time. tracing his side profile in your head before doodling it down in the margins of your notebook — the one he had personally bought for you after an accidental coffee spill that ruined your previous one. Not like you had any important notes listed on there to begin with. But that was when something sparked between the two of you, at least, on your end.
& you definitely couldn’t help but let your feelings for him grow despite each other's social status.
His white hair mirrored the snow that poured down on the December evening. You waited patiently in the library, silently stalking his figure as it made its way inside the building. Today would mark your last studying session, making your heart feel a tad bit heavy.
A smile crept up to your face once the doors opened after a minute or so. Quickly patting down your skirt that was above your see through tights, the smile faded when you saw who he had entered with.
Utahime, a classmate you knew was in your astrophysics class as well. She was majoring in something you knew you couldn’t even be able to understand. point being, she was highly intelligent just like satoru was.
And they looked incredible together.
Why has the pairing never clicked to you?
Earlier this week, you recalled jealousy rising in you when utahime interrupted your little rambling with satoru so she could ask for a pen. & it definitely wasn't the first time you've felt possessive over your tutor.satoru smiled at her, laughing at whatever she had said. What made matters worse was when his hand reached up to her raven black hair to pick out fallen snowflakes.
You felt like throwing up.
Of course he liked her. Everything made sense now. Every small wave given to each other in the hallway, every time they’ve partnered up together in class for a project before you came along.
Why would he waste his time with a wannabe sorority girl who needed extra support for a class deemed easy for both him and utahime? why would he ever consider going out with you of all people. If you were to be in high school, you’d definitely poke fun at him. Hell, you still did before actually getting to know him. He only tolerated you because you paid him for his service at the end of the day. Right?
Your eyesight began to get blurry, forcing you to blink rapidly. satoru said goodbye to utahime, approaching where you sat. He adjusted his glasses that had gotten foggy, pulling out a chair.
“wearing a skirt in this weather?” he commented. “at least you actually put on tights this time. Getting smarter I see.” you stayed quiet, just nodding, flipping your textbook to the assigned page. Satoru's playful smirk flickered at the lack of response. “everything alright?”
“Yeah. Can we just start?”
you never just started studying. satoru would have to deal with your usual gossiping first, then watch as you showed pictures of all the new clothes you had gotten over the weekend. “Is everything okay..?”
you wanted to yell that no, not everything was okay. That your feelings were eating you alive and that you just wanted to oh so desperately smash your lips onto his until he forgot every algebraic formula.
“I just had a long day.” you simply said.
satoru stared intently, knowing that it was more than just a ‘long day.’ he reached over to close the book, moving you by your chin to look at him. if it were to be any other day, the butterflies in your stomach would be freaking out. but they were still.
he had a thing for touching you in ways that were beyond ‘friendly.’ Now you wondered if what you thought were reserved actions for just you were also used on her.
“doll,” his personal favorite nickname to use on you. “its definitely more than that. talk to me. you’re always there for me when im upset, let me be here for you too.”
it was true that you’d tentatively listen to satoru whenever he had a bad test or when his astronomy club was acting up. It's the least you could do in return.
“There's nothing wrong.”
satoru sighed, feeling himself grow frustrated at your inability to confess to what was eating you up.
your eyes accidentally scanned the room, landing on a familiar red bow. utahime was sat at the computers, posture perfectly straight, clicking away at the keyboard. The look on your face was enough to make satoru turn around. before you could stop him, he figured out immediately what was going on.
his eyes widened in realization. “hey..” he quietly said, reaching for your hands only for you to pull away. you felt embarrassed, knowing what was about to come. rejection.
never in your life were you afraid of being rejected by a guy. you could have anyone you wanted, really. all the frat boys shamelessly flirted with you at parties. but you didn’t want them.
satoru was internally panicking. overtime, his crush on you has doubled in size. no, tripled. he was crazy over you. you were the only thing his few friends would hear about every day whether it be the cute outfit you wore or how you mistook astronomy with astrology.
“Do you like her?” your voice trembled, making satoru’s heart crack. He immediately shook his head. “no, no god no. utahime?” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “hell no.”
you didn’t want to believe it just yet. “but the way you walked in with her-“
“We've been friends since childhood. I swear she’s like a sister to me. besides, she’s with shoko right now, they’re going out.”
oh.
you felt embarrassed.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again “.. did the thought of me going out with her bother you?” he asked, hopeful. His blue eyes stared into yours, somehow making you feel more vulnerable. The library was the last place you’d want to confess to him in, but it really was the place that started it all anyways.
“Yeah, it did. A lot, actually.”
satoru fought back an excited smile. “why?”
“because.. I like you.”
there it was. the confirmation of the reciprocated love. satoru looked around the place, checking that no one was staring into your direction before placing his lips on yours.
He was a sloppy kisser, of course. The lack of experience really showed but neither of you cared. Your eyes widened, shutting as you let yourself melt into him. His chair had scooted next to you, allowing him to wrap his arms around your.
“I like you too. so much.”
⋮
“Fuck, is this what youve been dying to do to me?” satoru slammed your body down onto his aching cock, loving the yelp that came out of your bruised lips. His teeth sank down your neck, savoring you as best as he could. Your hips were giving out with every thrust you gave, requiring his assistance to continue riding him. “Satoru..!” You couldn't even finish your sentence without cringing at the wet noises that were unfortunately coming from your needy cunt.
His hands kneaded at your ass, forcing you to keep up with the pace he had set. His glasses were missing from his face, now being set on the side table of his bedroom. “Can’t believe you were jealous over me.. Now y’know how I feel every time I see one of those stupid frat guys approach you.”
“You’re too deep!” You gasped, shutting your eyes close, feeling hot ropes of seed shooting into your womb. “I know,” Satoru hugged you close, fucking his cum back into you. “I know baby, but you can take it.”
Your clit brushed against his white pubes, tickling you in a way. “Y-you were jealous too..” You managed to ask. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, your stomach knotting in warning.
Satoru moved the two of you, going from having you ride him to putting you in a mating press. “Yeah, I was.” He had you seeing stars when his cock reached areas you deemed unreachable. Who would've guessed this geek knew how to give a great fuck? Must’ve been all the hentai he’s consumed over the years. He just recently began to imagine the pretty girls in slutty outfits as you, making it easier for him to jerk off late at night.
The bed wouldn't stop creaking. And you wouldn't stop moaning.
Satoru groaned, thrusting in meanly, entranced with the way your tits bounced. “Wanted to walk over and fuck- did you get tighter huh? I wanted to punch all of them.” He hunched over to kiss your lips, swallowing every sound.
You had grown tighter, because all he needed to do was deliver another drag of his cock to have you coming all over it. Satoru sighed, pecking you lightly now. “You’re mine.”
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the most popular frat boy of tokyo university, satoru gojo, is soon to find out that the ‘nerdy’ girl he’s been crushing on is highkey a yandere.
the signs weren’t there at first.
you were quiet, respectful, and shy. it’s what made you stick out like a sore thumb to begin with. all the girls he knew were loud and desperate. you were a change of scenery, and he loved that about you.
with you were such an easy person to talk to, secrets blurting out with full trust in you. he’d tell you about his insecurities all while the weight of his body hovered over yours, sobbing quietly as you pecked his face. “it’s okay toru.. i’m here for you.” you’d never share anything he told you. all you did was write them down in your notebook, keeping track of when they were said and how he looked when saying it.
when he would invite you over to his parties, you wouldn’t leave his side for even a second. even when he needed to go to the bathroom or greet someone, you stand beside him with that warm smile on your face.
he found it cute how ‘awkward’ you were, being too scared to depart for him for just a bit.
but awkwardness wasn’t the case. you stayed close because you would lose it if your satoru was approached to by any of the sorority girls that were looking over at his direction for more seconds than necessary. you hated them. so fucking much. they thought that if they stuck out their tits enough, he would give them the time of day. you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling yourself grow upset just thinking about them.
“you want to go back home?” his voice snapped you out of it. you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips. “yes please..”
he walked you over to your side of his car, hand in hand. you had his license plate memorized by heart. and not to mention the tracker you had stuck to the bottom of the vehicle, just to make sure he wasn’t going around with other girls.
you’d keep note of which places he visited the most, a way of learning more about him. thanks to the little tracker, you found out he loved going to cafe’s & parks. when you had suggested your next date be at his favorite cafe, it still didn’t click in his head. “how’d you know i loved going there?”
“lucky guess.”
yeah, right.
“uhhh this is it right pretty?” he rolled down the window to see clearer if he had arrived at your place. “mhm!”
“great.” he smiled, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss you. “i’m gonna go back to the frat, my friends wanna keep playing pool.” you internally screamed. if he headed back, those other girls would try and make a move. “oh.. i was gonna ask if you could maybe stay the night?”
his face brightened. “really?”
you cleaned your room earlier, making sure to hide away the small shrine you had of him. all the pictures you’ve printed out — including text messages — the pencil he had let you borrow months ago, his hair strands, etc. “yeah.. um..” you looked away ‘nervously’ acting like a girl too afraid to ask for sex.
“oh..” satoru coo’ed. “i get it. you need me hm?”
you whimpered when his lips traced your jaw, fighting back a smirk at how easily he gave in, already discarding the idea of going back to that stupid party. “let’s go inside then.”
all the times you’ve stayed over at his, your hand so desperately wanted to reach into your panties to relief the aching of it while he slept next to you. his soft snores filling in the room and you disgustingly got off on it.
“fuck you’re so sweet tonight.” he pushed his tongue into your mouth, dragging you onto his lap when you reached your bedroom. the mattress sunk beneath the weight of you two, bed slightly creaking. “thought i told you to change the bed frame? it’s too fucking loud.” he groaned.
“i like it.. reminds me how loud it gets when you’re being rough.”
“shit you’re bold hm? where’s that shy little girl?”
you kissed him back as passionate as he was, moaning into his mouth when his hands gripped your ass. it was hot, until he yelped, pulling away. your eyes widened in faux sympathy, following the little amount of blood that came out of his bottom lip you had bitten into. “toru m’sorry-“
“no no, it’s fine sweetheart. really, it was hot. just be easy on me.” satoru hugged you close, feeling his heart break at the look on your face. “no need to be sorry, i promise.”
you hid away at his neck, darting out your tongue to taste the blood that had managed to stay on your lips. “let’s go back to what we were doing..”
he tasted better than you had imagined. you wanted more of him, much more. you gently placed your lips on his again, leaving multiple pecks.
“i’m sorry.” you pouted.
“baby, i already said it was okay. fuck look, it made me hard, see?”
sure enough, his cock was already straining against his pants, begging to be released. satoru swiftly took off your top, tossing it off the bed. “wanna do it raw?” you offered, moving your fingers on his pants zipper.
satoru froze for a brief moment. were you for real?
he let out a nervous chuckle, almost in disbelief. “did you decide not to be shy today? what’s going on with you.”
“i just need you.. a lot.” your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, warming fingertips skimming up his tip before traveling back down. “o-okay.” he moaned, bucking his hips upwards. truth was, you were gonna milk him dry until all of it was inside you. that way, he had no reason to leave you.
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the most popular frat boy of tokyo university, satoru gojo, is soon to find out that the ‘nerdy’ girl he’s been crushing on is highkey a yandere.
the signs weren’t there at first.
you were quiet, respectful, and shy. it’s what made you stick out like a sore thumb to begin with. all the girls he knew were loud and desperate. you were a change of scenery, and he loved that about you.
with you were such an easy person to talk to, secrets blurting out with full trust in you. he’d tell you about his insecurities all while the weight of his body hovered over yours, sobbing quietly as you pecked his face. “it’s okay toru.. i’m here for you.” you’d never share anything he told you. all you did was write them down in your notebook, keeping track of when they were said and how he looked when saying it.
when he would invite you over to his parties, you wouldn’t leave his side for even a second. even when he needed to go to the bathroom or greet someone, you stand beside him with that warm smile on your face.
he found it cute how ‘awkward’ you were, being too scared to depart for him for just a bit.
but awkwardness wasn’t the case. you stayed close because you would lose it if your satoru was approached to by any of the sorority girls that were looking over at his direction for more seconds than necessary. you hated them. so fucking much. they thought that if they stuck out their tits enough, he would give them the time of day. you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling yourself grow upset just thinking about them.
“you want to go back home?” his voice snapped you out of it. you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips. “yes please..”
he walked you over to your side of his car, hand in hand. you had his license plate memorized by heart. and not to mention the tracker you had stuck to the bottom of the vehicle, just to make sure he wasn’t going around with other girls.
you’d keep note of which places he visited the most, a way of learning more about him. thanks to the little tracker, you found out he loved going to cafe’s & parks. when you had suggested your next date be at his favorite cafe, it still didn’t click in his head. “how’d you know i loved going there?”
“lucky guess.”
yeah, right.
“uhhh this is it right pretty?” he rolled down the window to see clearer if he had arrived at your place. “mhm!”
“great.” he smiled, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss you. “i’m gonna go back to the frat, my friends wanna keep playing pool.” you internally screamed. if he headed back, those other girls would try and make a move. “oh.. i was gonna ask if you could maybe stay the night?”
his face brightened. “really?”
you cleaned your room earlier, making sure to hide away the small shrine you had of him. all the pictures you’ve printed out — including text messages — the pencil he had let you borrow months ago, his hair strands, etc. “yeah.. um..” you looked away ‘nervously’ acting like a girl too afraid to ask for sex.
“oh..” satoru coo’ed. “i get it. you need me hm?”
you whimpered when his lips traced your jaw, fighting back a smirk at how easily he gave in, already discarding the idea of going back to that stupid party. “let’s go inside then.”
all the times you’ve stayed over at his, your hand so desperately wanted to reach into your panties to relief the aching of it while he slept next to you. his soft snores filling in the room and you disgustingly got off on it.
“fuck you’re so sweet tonight.” he pushed his tongue into your mouth, dragging you onto his lap when you reached your bedroom. the mattress sunk beneath the weight of you two, bed slightly creaking. “thought i told you to change the bed frame? it’s too fucking loud.” he groaned.
“i like it.. reminds me how loud it gets when you’re being rough.”
“shit you’re bold hm? where’s that shy little girl?”
you kissed him back as passionate as he was, moaning into his mouth when his hands gripped your ass. it was hot, until he yelped, pulling away. your eyes widened in faux sympathy, following the little amount of blood that came out of his bottom lip you had bitten into. “toru m’sorry-“
“no no, it’s fine sweetheart. really, it was hot. just be easy on me.” satoru hugged you close, feeling his heart break at the look on your face. “no need to be sorry, i promise.”
you hid away at his neck, darting out your tongue to taste the blood that had managed to stay on your lips. “let’s go back to what we were doing..”
he tasted better than you had imagined. you wanted more of him, much more. you gently placed your lips on his again, leaving multiple pecks.
“i’m sorry.” you pouted.
“baby, i already said it was okay. fuck look, it made me hard, see?”
sure enough, his cock was already straining against his pants, begging to be released. satoru swiftly took off your top, tossing it off the bed. “wanna do it raw?” you offered, moving your fingers on his pants zipper.
satoru froze for a brief moment. were you for real?
he let out a nervous chuckle, almost in disbelief. “did you decide not to be shy today? what’s going on with you.”
“i just need you.. a lot.” your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, warming fingertips skimming up his tip before traveling back down. “o-okay.” he moaned, bucking his hips upwards. truth was, you were gonna milk him dry until all of it was inside you. that way, he had no reason to leave you.
