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everyone fears the monster satoru gojo is in the boxing ring. no one sees how gently he holds the girl he loves.
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a/n :: this might not be relatable for everyone, but i made the reader deeply empathetic and prone to bruising because i am too ๐โโ๏ธโก hope you enjoy
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is incredibly gentle with you from the very beginning. He knows how easily you bruise, so even when he pulls you into a hug after a long day, he wraps his arms around you like youโre made of glass. His large hands rest feather-light on your back, and he always checks your expression first to make sure he hasnโt accidentally squeezed too hard.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ never lets you near the boxing gym during heavy sparring sessions. The sound of gloves hitting pads and the raw aggression in the air overwhelm your senses, so he sets up a small quiet corner in the back office with noise-canceling headphones, your favorite blanket and a book for the rare times you want to visit.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ After every fight, no matter how exhausted or banged up he is, Gojo comes straight to you. He lets you fuss over his split lip or bruised ribs while he melts under your soft touch. The empath in you lets you feel how much the violence weighs on him, so he finds peace when you quietly hold his hand and let him decompress in your calm presence.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ banned himself from giving you playful punches or even light taps. One time he jokingly poked your arm and a faint bruise appeared the next day. He felt so guilty he bought you a ridiculous amount of arnica cream and swore heโd never do it again, even for fun.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ loves showing you his training routines but always tones down the intensity. Instead of full-power punches, heโll demonstrate slow-motion technique so you can see the beauty and discipline in boxing rather than the violence. Your quiet admiration makes him train even harder when youโre not around.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ keeps a secret stash of your favorite snacks in his gym bag. After rough training days, heโll come home and present them like trophies, knowing physical gifts help when words feel too heavy for your sensitive heart.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is very aware that his post-fight adrenaline can be intense, so he always takes a few minutes alone to cool down before seeing you. He doesnโt want his heightened emotions to bleed into you and cause you discomfort.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Your nature actually helps him outside the ring. Before big matches, heโll seek you out just to sit quietly with you because your peaceful energy helps him regulate the chaos in his own head. Youโve become his good-luck charm in the most gentle way possible.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ secretly loves when you trace his scars and calluses with careful fingers. You never flinch from the evidence of his violent profession, and instead offer quiet acceptance. It makes him feel truly seen beyond being โthe strongest boxer.โ
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is obsessed with the contrast between his rough, battle-hardened body and your soft, easily-bruised skin. He loves leaving hickeys and fingerprints on your thighs and hips, but heโs strict about aftercareโice packs, arnica gel, and gentle massages right after so you donโt wake up covered in too many marks.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is surprisingly dominant but extremely controlled. Heโll hold your wrists above your head with one hand while fucking you slow and deep, whispering filthy praise about how well your tight little pussy takes his cock despite how fragile the rest of you is. The power difference turns him on immensely.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ has a massive breeding kink he doesnโt hide. While buried inside you, heโll groan about filling you up and how pretty youโd look carrying his kid. He always finishes deep, then keeps you plugged with his cock or his fingers afterward so nothing spills out.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Because you bruise so easily, heโs developed a ritual: rough sex followed by incredibly soft aftercare. Heโll eat you out gently afterward, soothing any soreness with his tongue while telling you how perfect you are for taking everything he gives.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ loves when you ride him. Seeing you on top, trying to take his thick cock while your thighs tremble, drives him crazy. Heโll grip your hips (light enough not to bruise too badly) and guide you, praising you the whole time: โThatโs it, baby. Use me. Fuck, you feel so good.โ
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Public hate on you days usually end with him fucking the frustration out in the bedroom. Heโll have you on all fours, pounding into you from behind while growling about how those fangirls could never satisfy him the way you do. The rougher days are always followed by hours of cuddling and pampering.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ When the online attacks get to you more than you admit, Gojo gets soft-dom. Heโll edge you for hours, bringing you to the brink over and over until youโre begging, then finally let you come while telling you how much better you are than any of those jealous girls.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Heโs vocal as hell during sexโlots of dirty talk about how no one else gets to see you like this: spread open, dripping for him, marked up by the strongest boxer in the game. Your moans are his favorite sound after a victory.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Post-sex, he becomes the clingiest man alive. Heโll pull you on top of his chest, wrap those long muscular arms around you carefully, and fall asleep with his cock still inside you, content knowing youโre safe and thoroughly his.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ No matter how hard he is in the ring or how filthy he gets behind closed doors, Gojo Satoru is impossibly soft for his girl. Heโll come home after knocking out opponents in front of thousands, covered in sweat and adrenaline, and the second he sees you, all that brutality melts away. He becomes the gentlest version of himself โ speaking in that low, warm voice only you get to hear, carrying you to bed like you weigh nothing, pressing the softest kisses to your bruises (the ones he left and the ones the world tried to give you), and whispering how youโre the only person who ever made the strongest feel weak in the knees. His fans see the cocky champion. You get the man who would burn the entire world down just to keep you safe and loved โก
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เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ is the townโs most infamous rancherโ tall, loud, and impossible to ignore with his snow-white hair under a black cowboy hat. He rides into town on his massive white stallion every few days just to sit in your section at the little sunflower-yellow diner.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ The first time he saw you, you were humming while pouring coffee and accidentally did a little happy spin after delivering a big tip. He nearly fell off his chair laughing and declared you โthe brightest thing in this dusty town.โ
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ He always takes the same booth by the window so he can watch you move around the diner like a ray of sunshine. He calls it โprime sunshine viewing.โ
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ His order is always the same: black coffee, two slices of pie, and โwhatever smile youโre givinโ out today, darlinโ.โ
You once brought him a slice of pie with a little whipped cream smiley face on it. Heโs been whipped ever since.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ The other ranch hands tease him endlessly because he, the six-foot-four menace who can out-rope anyone in the county, gets flustered when you call him โMr. Gojoโ in your sweet voice.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ On slow days, heโll linger for hours, spinning his hat on his finger and telling you dramatic (mostly exaggerated) stories about chasing bandits or taming wild horses just to keep you at his table longer.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ He started calling you โSunshineโ unprompted and now the whole town knows you by that nickname thanks to him.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ You taught him how to fold paper flowers during your break one day. He now leaves them on the counter for you with little notes like โFor the prettiest waitress in the West.โ
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Heโs convinced youโre magic because โno one should be allowed to be that warm and bright in a town this dusty.โ He says it completely seriously.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ On your day off, he showed up at your door with two horses and took you on a picnic to his favorite hilltop. He was so proud when you told him it was the best day youโd had in months.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Gojo lets exactly one person touch his hat โ you. You once put it on your head while teasing him and he went bright red under his tan.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ started helping around the diner on busy days without being asked โ carrying heavy trays, fixing the loose step out front, and charming all the old ladies who adore him.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Every time you laugh at one of his dumb jokes, he looks at you like he just won the biggest prize in the county.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Heโs already decided (and loudly told his best friend Geto) that heโs going to marry โthat sunshine waitressโ one day. He just hasnโt worked up the courage to say it to youโฆ yet.
เญง โงโห ๐๐๐๐ ๐.๐๐๐๐๐๐ and his pretty secretary... or fiancรฉ..? โ โฐ
everyone thinks gojo satoru, heir to japanโs largest corporation, is impossible to tie down. Cold, arrogant, and rumored to have a different woman on his arm every week. so when he suddenly announces that his overworked secretary is actually his fiancรฉe, the entire company is left stunned.
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เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who treats the entire office like his personal kingdom. People straighten up the second they hear his shoes clicking down the hallway, but somehow he always seems especially irritating with you. He drops folders onto your desk with a lazy, โNeed this done before lunch,โ then disappears before you can argue.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who is annoyingly perfect at his job. Cold, efficient, untouchable. Even when youโre furious at him, you canโt deny heโs good at what he does, which only makes your resentment worse because he clearly knows it too.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose office smells expensive. Crisp cologne, coffee, and the faint scent of whatever luxury detergent rich people use. You hate that you associate the smell with long nights spent working overtime because of him.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who doesnโt flirt with you at first. Thatโs the problem. He flirts with everyone else. Receptionists giggle when he walks by, executivesโ daughters practically throw themselves at him during company dinners, and gossip spreads about whatever model or actress was spotted leaving his penthouse that week.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who makes you stay late constantly, then has the nerve to look confused when you snap at him one night and tell him you actually have a life outside this company.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who starts unconsciously relying on you for everything. His coffee order. His schedule. Which tie matches which suit. Heโll bark, โWhereโs my blue file?โ across the office before remembering other employees exist.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose grandfather absolutely adores you because youโre the only employee who doesnโt kiss his grandsonโs ass. The old man laughs every single time you glare at Gojo during meetings.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who accidentally blurts out that youโre his fiancรฉe during a family dinner because he panics after hearing the words arranged marriage for the tenth time that night.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who immediately turns to you afterward like youโre the unreasonable one for looking horrified.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who says, โJust play along for a little while,โ as if he didnโt just ruin your entire life in front of a room full of billionaires.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose family becomes obsessed with you overnight. Suddenly flowers are arriving at your desk. His grandmother wants your ring size. His grandfather keeps asking when the wedding is.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who offers you an absurd amount of money to keep pretending to be engaged to him, and gets offended when you tell him heโs insufferable enough that no amount of money feels worth it.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who starts acting weirdly protective once the fake engagement begins. If another executive talks down to you during meetings, Gojo cuts them off with an icy smile that makes the entire room tense.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who insists on driving you home after late nights because โmy fiancรฉe taking the subway at midnight looks bad for me.โ
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who absolutely cannot act normal during fake couple moments. Heโs smooth with everyone else, but with you thereโs this strange stiffness to him sometimes, like heโs overthinking every little thing.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who stares at you for half a second too long the first time you fix his tie before an event. His ears go slightly pink, and he immediately gets mean afterward to compensate.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who learns your habits embarrassingly quickly. He knows exactly how you take your coffee, which snacks disappear first from the office vending machine, and when youโre about to get a stress headache before you even say anything.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who keeps accidentally slipping into domestic behavior. Holding doors open for you automatically. Saving you a seat during meetings. Texting you when he gets home after business trips without realizing how boyfriend-ish it sounds.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who gets irrationally annoyed whenever someone calls you by your last name instead of โMrs. Gojoโ during fake engagement events.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who has a massive penthouse that somehow still feels lonely. The first time you go there for contract-related fake dating reasons, you realize how empty it actually is despite all the expensive furniture.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who secretly likes when you yell at him because everyone else is too intimidated to do it. You call him an arrogant asshole to his face and he just stares at you with this weirdly entertained look.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who is horrible at receiving care. If he gets sick from overworking, he insists heโs fine while looking seconds away from collapsing at his desk.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who starts smiling more around the office after the fake engagement begins, and everyone notices immediately. Unfortunately for you, this leads to endless teasing from coworkers asking if youโve โfinally tamedโ him.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whoโs terrifyingly good at physical affection in public. His arm around your waist feels natural. His thumb rubbing circles against your hand during family dinners feels natural. Which is a problem, because none of it should feel real.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who has absolutely zero actual relationship experience despite his reputation. You assume heโs some experienced playboy because of rumors and tabloid gossip, meanwhile heโs internally fighting for his life every time you get too close to him.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who one day realizes heโs started thinking of you as his real fiancรฉe long before either of you have actually talked about feelings.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who shows up one morning and finds you asleep at your desk because you stayed up helping your parents with the family restaurant/store/accounting stuff the night before.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose fridge contains imported water, expensive champagne, and literally nothing else meanwhile your familyโs fridge is packed with leftovers, labeled containers, and six different sauces in reused jars.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who cannot comprehend why you refuse to let him buy you expensive things. The first time he casually hands you a designer bag because โyou looked at it too long,โ you nearly throw it back at his head.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who gets dragged to your neighborhood for the first time and looks hilariously out of place in his luxury suit while old aunties openly gossip about him from across the street.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whoโs painfully aware your parents donโt trust him at first. To them heโs just another cold rich man who probably sees their daughter as disposable.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who slowly starts looking forward to dinners at your house because itโs the first time in years someoneโs made him feel like part of a family instead of a business asset.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who slowly starts looking forward to dinners at your house because itโs the first time in years someoneโs made him feel like part of a family instead of a business asset.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who nearly malfunctions the first time your mom fusses over him and packs him leftovers to take home.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who has no idea how normal people function. You once mention waiting for payday before buying something and he genuinely pauses because the concept has literally never applied to him before.
You love being Satoru Gojo's girlfriend, he dotes on you, takes you on dates, spoils you - just one little problem, you are perpetually ovulating around him! Is wanting your nerdy boyfriend's cock in your mouth really such a bad thing? Satoru wants to wait for the perfect moment for your first time, though! He'll totally wait even when you're wearing that slutty lil dress and grinding on him, right?
pairings - nerd! gojo x girlfriend! reader
warnings - cute and silly, oral over panties/boxers, Satoru edging tf outta us -- reader is horny, Shoko/Hime, Sukuna being a fratboy dick, jealous Toru, rough blow jobs, p in v sex, first time, squirting, teasing, fingering, creampie, consent, breed kink, making your nerdy boyfriend feral and spit in your mouth <3
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this was a comm for my angel @cantarcantar!! ty for understanding that my life was like INSANE - ilysm for being patient <3 wc - 10.1k
It took you almost two years of crushing on Satoru Gojo to actually become his girlfriend, and youโre loving every minute of it. From being too damn shy to admit you like him, to very awkwardly trying to confess and every chance just utterly failing โ to then instead becoming the very best of friends.
You two were finally โofficially togetherโ as a couple.
Oh, and it was everything, being in his arms, swallowed up by those huge biceps he had hidden underneath his starch white dress shirts. Hearing that little laugh from his lips, all of those sweet little kisses he bestowed upon you โ truly, all the feelings blossoming between the two of you in the most beautiful way, especially over the months of truly being his girlfriend.
Heโd take you out for all day movie marathons, going to play bumper cars, mini golf, you name it โ Satoru was down for it. Every date was a meticulously planned out one too, with little to no down time aside from the drive to and from. Perhaps thatโs where you would sneak just the littlest pecks on his neck, hear his sighs as he gripped the gear shift of that fancy sports car.
Satoru adored you โ and you adored him.
You were all his. There was no one else in the entire world than the boy who could never quite tie that tie on correctly, always just a little crooked for you to straighten out.
Yet with that came you being unreasonably horny all the fucking time, who wouldnโt be with Satoru though? Those long fingers pressing into your waist, the way that bulge pressed between your thighs, plump lips slipping up your throat. Every time it even got just a little close, maybe you were grinding so good that you were about to cum from that โ he paused it.
Wearing a cute, bashful little smile on his face, fogged up, thick rimmed glasses โ murmuring sweetheart in a voice thatโs designed to make your pussy drip, and you feel like a complete pervert for wanting to beg for more. God, imagining his cock in your throat alone had you desperate and needy, let alone having him filling you, pumping you full, taking you first.
Maybe you are a pervert, truly.
Youโve tried so hard to be patient, you want him to want it as badly as you do, but every time youโre making out with your boyfriend โ the top of the deanโs list and ultimate dungeon master for DnD โ Satoru Gojo?
Every time his big ass hands grip your waist and he drags you down against his length, before he puts a pause on it?
You canโt even think about it.
Youโre pumping your fingers in your needy cunt just thinking about it after every damn date with this boy. Whining out in your bed with your hips bucking up, gasps escaping your lips desperately in your empty room. Pumping faster and faster until youโve got that sticky release all over your hand.
Itโs almost as if you have this sort of ritual now, before you see your boyfriend and right after/.
Your rose toy is probably fucking tired of you.
As if you donโt you ache so damn bad around him itโs painful, hard not to shamelessly hump his thigh till you cum. No, the toy? This takes the edge off just a bit, but even the way you moan his name in your sleep is endlessly hilarious to your poor roommates that have to hear you between the walls of your off campus apartment.
โStill a virgin?โ Utahime asked with a laugh when you had woken up this morning, getting ready to see Satoru.
โNot by choice,โ you grumble, shaking your head and grabbing a coffee pod from the little rack, popping your favorite inside and pressing the on button. The aroma hits immediately, waking your tired brain.
Youโd had the filthiest damn dream of him fucking your tits, cock sliding up and down in messy strokes that had you needing a damn shower right now.
Youโre just perpetually ovulating.
Satoru is the perfect boyfriend, truly he is. Heโs sweet, heโs a gentleman despite his blue eyes and where they glance too long. Mostly, he cares. Youโve fallen so in love with him so quickly over these past few months, but every time you think that things might progress, Satoru stops it. Gently lifting you up off his lap and sighing, kissing his way up your jaw, his snowy lashes tickling your cheek.
โSweetheart, letโs pause this,โ he would murmur those words all sweet and sultry against your skin after almost sucking on those nipples that just stay hard around this man, instead hovering a breath away so it ghosts your tits. Those huge hands brushing just underneath them.
Itโs torture, really.
โOh, okay Toru,โ youโd whisper back, heโd moan and kiss up your neck, breaths tickling your skin. โMnhโฆโ
โYouโre so beautiful, god look at you.โ
It was just wrong to talk to you like that!
โYou poor baby. At least you have your toy collection,โ Shoko teases, sneaking in and brushing your hair back. โExtensive, too.โ
You flip her off, peeking at the phone then and seeing Satoru's name pop up.
Study session?
โDick session?โ She asks, you gasp, as if affronted at such a suggestion.
โI would never assume such a thing!โ
You hope so.
*****
Itโs not.
No, itโs not a dick session at all.
It really is an actual goddamn study session โ both of you were sitting there in Satoruโs living room, his place was far fancier than anywhere, but that came from him being the Deanโs very son. It intimidated you a little at first, but now youโve grown comfortable, as he made you feel so special.
Today though?
Well, you canโt focus on anything but how badly youโd love to kneel and suck your nerdy boyfriend, his thighs spread wide all slutty.
God his legs are long.
You bet his cock is-
โAnd this equation?โ Satoru teasingly asks you, distracting you from your slutty freaking brain.
You're not even sure what stumbles out of your mouth for an answer, without saying how thick you think the circumference of his cock must be.
That is something youโve done with your past experiences, and you know youโre good at it. You could easily deep throat a man and you wanted to see his cock so damn bad โ could he be a challenge, though?
Your eyes drift down his chest, he peeks at you curiously.
โWhatโs wrong, sweetheart?โ He asks casually, spinning his pen between his fingers and studying you. โHard question?โ
โUmโฆ yeah, a very hard timeโฆโ
Stop that! Stop looking at his dick print!
โThe question is hard?โ
โUhโฆ the questionโฆ yes.โ You feel like a damn pervert every time youโre around him, canโt you chill and let things happen when they happen?
He sighs and stands up, stretching his arms up over his head, his abdomen revealed when his dress shirt rides up, showing those little v cuts that make your ovulating brain just a million times worse. Itโs like youโre in heat. It's so pathetic right now โ maybe you should avoid him till it stops.
โLetโs take a break then.โ
โYeah?โ
He chuckles at how eager you are at the thought and comes up to you, leaning down with a hand on each arm of your chair, tilting his head so some of that soft white hair falls over his forehead. You brush a bit of it back and he kisses your palm, lips warm and sweet.
โYouโve been such a good girl, how can I not treat you a bit?โ Your heart hammers in your chest, until those next words spill from his lips. โBoba?โ
โWhat? Huh?โ You blink as he eases back, pulling up his phone and leaning against the desk. โBoba??โ
โYeah, Boba, Iโll buy you some, I know you love it,โ he smiles curiously as you bury your face in your hands. โNo Boba? Matcha then?โ
โIโm umโฆโ About to cum if he touches you once even. โNo, I guess Boba is fine. Thanks Toru.โ you manage to say, thighs pressing together, Satoru frowns, kneeling now and gently taking your hands off your face, seeing your blush.
โAre you sick!? Youโre all flushed!โ
โIโm not-โ
โYouโre burning,โ he touches your cheek in concern, and you almost fucking feel bad โ youโre not sick, youโre ovulating. โBaby girl, letโs get you to a doctor right now!"
โNo, no I feel fine, Iโm not warm because of that,โ you shift in your seat and whine out at just that friction. โPromise.โ
He frowns and watches you carefully. โYouโre hurting, it could be the start of something!โ
โWell yeah I hurt,โ you sigh as he spreads your thighs and kneels between them, shoving at him. โYouโll make it even worse down there.โ
โIโll make what worse, exactly? Yourโฆโ He trails off then, seeing your panties and blushing himself, pink dancing across his high cheekbones and dusting them in that rose. โY-yourโฆ your panties are soโฆ uhโฆ s-soaked andโฆโ
You should freak out at this proximity, at just how much he can finally see of you, but all you can do is whine again, as his eyes shoot back up to yours. โIโm okay, promise.โ
โAm I neglecting my pretty girlfriend?โ He asks softly, just a little nervous. Satoru has never touched anyone but you, but heโs extensively studied the female anatomy, and how to make you cum.
He just wanted your first time to be perfect.
Thatโs why he was waiting โ the last thing he needed was for you to not enjoy your first time, though he knows youโre a little more experienced than he is โ Satoruโs hardly kissed anyone before you. Not because he couldnโt โ he just had no interest in that sort of thing until he met you โ and even then, he really couldnโt find the damn courage to ask you out forever.
โNo Iโm being a damn pervert,โ you cover your face and he chuckles at that.
โYouโre being a what, now?โ
You sink into the seat, mumbling. โYou heard me.โ
Heโd been your best friend for so long, thinking there was no chance in the world โ always jerking his cock with any article of clothing youโd leave in his room, like a filthy depraved pervert โ and you think you were one perverted here?
Does him wanting the timing to be just right making you think that?
Satoru exhales softly, just a hint of what he wants to say slipping from his plump lips.
โWhat, do you touch your little pussy thinking of me?โ
His voice has you lowering your hands, he spreads those thighs and slides up your skirt, making you moan out, head falling back, your hands gripping the arms of the chair even tighter.
โWha-?โ You canโt even finish your damn word.
โAsked you a question, baby.โ
โGod,โ heโs diabolical without knowing โ or maybe he does know. Youโre trembling as you lean back, letting his thumb brush on your clit and gasping at the touch, already getting slick from a brush on your skin. โWhat question?โ
โNot paying attention, tsk,โ he clicks his tongue and his teeth nip your inner thigh, sinking in and making you whine out. โDo you touch her?โ
โY-yes,โ he hums a bit, tugging your panties up until your lips are visible, that dark spot growing as slick starts pouring. โPleaseโฆโ
โBe patient, baby,โ he leans back now, smirking at you. โShow me?โ
โAre you sure youโฆโ
โPlease? I wanna see so bad,โ you blush now, you masturbate sure โ but not in front of people! โIโll show you?โ
โShow me you umโฆ jerking off?โ
โYeah, I meanโฆ yeah?โ You sigh a bit.
โToruโฆโ
โMmm?โ
โWhy donโt I umโฆ suck you?โ He is bright red now, heโs almost busting just thinking of your mouth โ that wonโt do. His first blow job and he busts in one go!? No, Satoru has to jerk it three times before he gets the privilege of fucking your pretty little mouth, of feeling your pink tongue on him.
โNot yet.โ
โNot yet? But youโre so hard,โ you giggle and tease him with your foot nudging his thigh, he glares and catches it, shoving it wide. โNot yet, then. So you just wanna see me touch myself?โ
โGod yes, dreamed of that sinceโฆโ He trails off then, he doesnโt want to admit just how long heโs jerked off to you, because it was before you even knew who Satoru Gojo was. โLemme see.โ
โOkayโฆโ you lean back, running your fingertips over your panties, slipping underneath and leaning your head back, eyes fluttering shut, hearing Satoruโs soft little whine. โToruโฆโ
โFuck,โ he thought he could handle this, but heโs utterly failing, he canโt even see your pretty pussy and heโs already throbbing, leaking so much pre it hurts, sticking to his brand new digimon boxers. โYouโre sโpretty, sweetheart.โ
You blush as you look at him with dazed eyes, running little circles right around your puffy clit, coated in hot slick as it dribbles out of your panties. He swipes some of it on his fingers, studying it carefully, his tongue going to lap at it, moaning as the sweetness coats his tongue.
โOh youโre t-tasting me,โ it makes you needier, until you have to plunge two fingers inside your messy, quivering hole, that loud squelch echoing in your ears. Heโs gripping your thigh with one hand bruising until you cry out.
โFuck, so s-sorryโฆ baby I hurtโฆ y-youโฆโ
โNo, no, like it,โ he moans and puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing again so hard it aches. He's jerking his cock faster, whining out when he sees your slick fingers pull out of your panties. You press your cum soaked fingers to his lips and he eagerly wraps them around, sucking them off. โToruโฆโ
โSo sweet, my pretty girlfriend,โ his glasses fog up when he leans down, licking your inner thigh that is trembling, sliding higher until his tongue is on you โ but it's not on your skin, it's on the soaked cotton of your panties.
โFuckโฆโ he moans as he gets those juices that are spilling through the fabric, his and squeezing his own cock as your thighs sit over his shoulders.ย
โMore, please,โ you're tugging at his hair so hard it hurts, bucking up your hips for more. โI need you, please.โ
โSuch a needy girlfriend,โ he murmurs, thumb circling his drooling tip, looking up at you with desperation in his pretty blue eyes. โYou want me to lick it more for you?โ
Your answer is a little nod, even having him lick you over your panties is more than you've ever had done, and fuck it feels good. Sinful as he trails a long, slow stripe over the fabric, the tip stopping right over your twitchy clit, his moan is muffled against the damp cotton.
โToru!โ He's lost in your scent, in that taste, the little hints of lace decorating your panties rough against his tongue, the sound is fucking filthy.
Satoru tugs those panties up more firmly, strings of gossamer saliva dripping and dissolving, peering up at you with flushed cheeks. โLike that, baby? Is this what you were thinking about instead of studying?โ
Your only answer is to nod quickly, a jerky little motion as he sees those puffy lips just swallowing the damp material. He swipes his tongue over and over, the heat and wetness of his mouth making your entire body tremble. You feel it heating up, hearing the messy sounds of his own cock fucking his fist, wishing it were your throat instead.
"Oh god, Toru," you whimper out it so pathetically, your hands tangling in his soft white hair, fluffy and silky underneath your touch, trying to pull him closer, to shove his face where you need it. โNot enough, mnh!โ
He chuckles against your puffy cunt, the vibration and the quick lave of his tongue have you on edge. Pulse racing as he had the audacity to tease you, landing a wet smack on your cunt that had you pathetic.
"Ah - ah," he clicks his tongue, catching your wrists in one of his stupidly large hands and pinning them against your waist, smirking at you in a way that's utterly not dirty at all. "No touching yet, sweetheart. I'm taking my time with you."
โMeanie,โ he chuckles again, but you love it โ feeling that strength as he grips you so tight. โMy panties are ruined, Toru.โ
โMmm. Yes they are,โ he tugs them again, looking at how wet the material is, just a pathetic little scrap of fabric with your juices pouring.
Instead of showing you mercy and moving them, he just presses them further against you again, tongue shoving that fabric until it's flush with your needy clit, you swear you can feel his tastebuds as that tongue drags through the fabric, pausing everywhere that has you jerking and honing in.
Like this nerdy boy is studying you.
Oh. He is.
He's methodical, almost clinical with his research of your needy, clothed cunt just separated by this pathetic little piece of fabric, his tongue pressing more firmly against your soppy lil hole. She is pulsing around nothing, torturous strokes, pressing his fingers up and down, you're hot and sticky underneath his touch.
โToru!โ Your wrists are still pinned, his cock forgotten even though it's dripping down onto the soft, plush rug below his knees. Satoru finds your clit again and looks up under snowy lashes, you watch the drips of slick connect with that wickedly long tongue.
โMmm. I bet I could see myself inside you,โ he whispers, you suck in a breath at that, as if he is measuring the distance of your entrance to your belly button, easing your wrists to tug up your top, nipping your puffy lips over the fabric. โScientifically.โ
โThen experiment, scientifically.โ He chuckles like the little shit he is, finding your clit once more, a hand pressing where he imagines his cock would bulge out.
โYou are so needy f'me, s'pretty like this,โ his words slur as he wraps his plump lips around your twitchy clit, barely concealed and swollen underneath the cotton material that is dripping wet. He pulls it in his mouth and sucks it hard through your panties, humming against you.
You're aching, cunt filling his hungry mouth as your hands land back on his hair, his movements making you cry out and buck your hips against his mouth for more.
โSo sweet right now, god, look at thatโฆโ
Satoru is so close to cumming when he grabs his cock at the base again, squeezing so goddamn hard โ he could almost bet that if he felt your cunt without the fabric, he'd spurt his white ropes everywhere.
Make a mess of you.
โMnh. You close, sweetheart?โ
Your answer is a jerky little nod, as he keeps torturing you with this fucking barrier, his teeth grazing that tiny clit ever so lightly through the fabric, making you scream out, your head falling back. Your panties are absolutely ruined now, utterly transparent with your slick and his spit coating them, your sweet little cries rushing through his ears.
Satoru? Well, he laps at the mess he's making happily, his tongue coating the entire area in circles that deliberately avoid that spot until you're twitching, tears falling down your cheeks.
"Such a messy girl," he moans out those words, eyes black when they peek up at you, his voice husky as your slick clings to his lips. "Soaking these pretty little panties fโme.โ
โPlease, Toruโฆ move โem please,โ he smirks and decides to have mercy on you, tugging them to the side of one of your lips and exhaling, watching the slick drool and spill down. You gasp as the air hits your cunt, already aching and needy, the dampness making it a cool shock.
โFuck, you're so pretty,โ he murmurs, his cock just about to bust without his touch, he glides his tongue from your ass all the way to your clit, looking right up at you. โIs this what you were thinking of, hmm? My tongue inside you?โ
โYour cock, too,โ he chuckles against you, but just a couple more flicks has you close, as he spreads your cunt wide, studying your every expression.
โLook at that. My slutty little girlfriend.โ
Satoru is trying his best to hold it together, but when his tongue glides into your gummy walls and they grip him, he's too far gone, slurping up every bit of the cum that just pours out. You shatter so damn pretty, squirting all over his face, dripping down his chin until it's glossy, his cock starts pulsing right with your hole, imagining her milking him.
โF-fuckkโฆ.โ
โToru, mnh! S'good Iโฆ pleaseโฆโ Youโre overheated, body sensitive, itโs just not enough, even with his tongue lavishing every bit of your pussy.
Not enough.
โPlease what, baby? Mnh,โ he grips his veiny cock as he cums with his tongue on your clit, more of your mess drenching his throat, his face, his shirt. His white ropes coat his hand, lashes fluttering shut as he savors your jumping clit in his mouth, whining against you.
โWant your cock in my mouth, Toru pleaseโฆโ he exhales, breath making you jolt, looking up at you with a blush.
โI umโฆโ he leans back on his knees and you see the mess, blushing at it.ย
โI didn't touch you thoughโฆโ
โDidn't need to,โ he's clearly a little embarrassed, you take his cum soaked hand then โ dripping white โ and wrap your mouth around one of his thick fingers. โOh fuckโฆโ
You suck him right off, tasting that salty white substance and moaning as it hits your taste buds. Satoru pulls back and laps it off his own fingers, before kissing you right with it, the mess spilling between your mouths and dripping down.
Satoru Gojo โ your nerdy boyfriend with an insane Digimon collection was a fucking freak, greedily drinking his own cum off your mouth.
Youโre trembling when the door knocks, and you faintly remember that he has ordered you boba. Heโs the epitome of a perfect boyfriend after that, considerate, caring, cleaning the little rivulets of your own release from your inner thighs โ youโre stuck back on the opposite side of the bed, cuddling him and watching a movie.
Satoru even has the audacity to snore after, heavy body wrapping as you ache to get filled by him โ at least the movie was so damn boring you drift off right next to him.
****
โIโm gonna die a virgin,โ you mumble to Shoko and Utahime the next weekend, aside from more heated kisses and grinding on Satoruโs thigh after your well planned out dates โ nothing.
Youโre aching.
How much use could your rose toy really see!? And now you even have two more toys going along with it, though you doubt any of them are getting close to Satoru and how good he must feel. No โclit suckerโ could come close to what that nerdy little mouth could do.
โYou look like youโre dying, girl, damnโฆโ Utahime earns your glare. โIs it that bad?โ
โHe finally got me off andโฆโ You blush now, unable to finish your sentence, remembering his tongue drinking up your juices.
โDoes he know what a clit is?โ
โVery much so, it was so good.โ
They look surprised.
โYou all have no clue, he really was,โ Shoko laughs at that, leaning back and hitting the vape, handing it over to you. โNo, no.โ
โYou need a smoke, sweets,โ you grimace, brushing your hair back, pacing back and forth as the two girls watch you, snuggling with each other. โYouโre pacing holes in the carpet.โ
โI canโt handle this, I justโฆ god I wanna suck his dick, is it so terrible? He hasnโt even let me touch it. I sound like a horny ass man, I hate it. I wanna respect him, I really do.โ
โYou wanna respect him with his cock in your throat?โ Shoko finishes.
โYes. I mean!? I will respect him without the cock in my mouth! You two are menaces.โ
Theyโre laughing like the brats they are, blowing smoke in each otherโs mouths, you damn near moan in frustration. Satoruโs gotten you off that one time, then since then he has gone right back to worshipping you in the sweet way he always did, as if youโll what โ forget about his tongue?
His stupidly long fingersโฆ
The cum on your tongue that you lapped right off!?
The taste.
โUgh -โ you lean back and sink further into the couch. โI really am gonna die.โ
โCanโt die, weโve got that party tonight,โ Utahime teases, kissing Shokoโs lips and giggling just a bit, you pout at the two of them.
In public Satoru would kiss your hand at best.
Where on earth even had that freak come from that spit his cum in your mouth last week!? Heโs all gone again โ the pocket protector wearing Nerd Gojo in his place, like some twin fucking took over for a minute.
โI canโt go to a party and get drunk, Iโll make a fool of myself around him, one drink and my pussy has a mind of its ownโฆโ You finally sit down, plopping back into the seat. โI feel like a pervert.โ
โYou are! Letโs just call you fucking pervy Sage.โ
โHey!โ You glare at Utahime, Shoko is inhaling another puff of smoke, you cough just a bit.ย
โHah โ Sanji from One-โ
โDonโt even!? Iโm not that bad,โ you huff at her, frowning now. โI swear I'm not trying to be pervy. God, what is in this weed?โ
โHmm,โ Shoko tugs Utahime on her lap. โI wonder if he's scared you'll like โฆ bite his dick.โ
โYou're so fucking mean,โ you cough a little more, eyes watering as you scowl at the two of them.
โLook slutty, like really slutty,โ Shoko walks up now, tilting your chin up and crooking her lips up at the corner. โSomething that screams โ fuck me.โ
โHe licked my panties and didnโt evenโฆโ
โReally slutty,โ Utahime agrees, tapping her chin. โOoh! I know, I have the perfect outfit in mind, that little black dress of yours.โ
โBut itโs too small for me now! Itโs from like high school, and thanks to you two cooking all the time, my hips-โ
โExactly.โ
โExactly what? Ohโฆโ
You trail off now, realizing what everyone knew โ that Satoru loves your hips, he grabbed on to them every chance he got, even when he was just a little bit shy.
โOkayโฆโ
They kiss again in front of you, laughing a bit, making you lovesick for your man โ your nerdy man who you wish would kiss you in that way, tongues all dripping. Itโs not even fair.
โAll lovey dovey, fuck you both.โ
Theyโre so hot and rude laughing at you โ you decide to just disappear, you donโt need your hot ass best friends making out in front of you when youโre already in pain from the constant edging from Satoru. You are rushing to your room and trying on outfit after outfit, before finally deciding on the exact fucking one they brought up.
You would look as sexy as you could and hopefully get your boyfriend to not be able to resist you.
But also youโll respect his decision, dammit! You can wait as long as he wants to, even if you were absolutely gonna put your tits and ass out there for him. Looking in the mirror and touching up your lipstick, swiping a finger across your lower lip to smudge it just a tad.
โOh damn you look hot, Sanji,โ Utahime says when you come out.
โI am not Sanji.โ
โYou are.โ
โFuck you both!โ
*****
Satoru canโt keep his damn eyes off you.
Fuck youโre pretty tonight.
That damn little black dress clinging to your skin is fucking ruining Satoruโs mind, brain short circuiting as the two of you navigate the insanely packed frat house, one of his hands on the small of your back protectively. People are all bumping into everyone, stumbling around, absolutely no chance he lets someone hurt you by accident.
Moreso, Satoru Gojo canโt get his fucking hands off you, no, he can feel your warmth right through the thin layer of cotton material, fingers splaying across it. He reminds himself in his head over and over just what a horrible thing it would be to fucking take your first time at a frat party, even as he has to adjust his cock, turning from you to face the wall for a moment.
โEverything okay, Toru?โ You ask softly, hand on his back, he laughs, a fake and terrible attempt at being normal, turning right back around to you.
โMe!? Yes, yes. Do you need a drink, babydoll?โ He asks.
The music kicks on as he speaks, and all you can see are his plump lips forming words, ringing from how damn loud theyโre blaring the worst dance music known to man. โWhat!!โ
โA drink!!โ
โHuh?โ
โA DRINK-โ
The music pauses for just a minute, switching to something else but leaving multiple people to stare at Nerdy Gojo shouting.
You blink a bit at his shouting, he swears heโll kill Suguru and Nanami for having the audacity to fucking laugh at him and his pain. Them smoking weed earlier and trying to give him every tip known to man on how to bury said tip right against that surely cute little cervix.
As if Satoru hadnโt studied extensively.
โYes, please,โ you smile all pretty, letting him guide you through, he just about loses it from the sheer amount of eyes locked onto you, gripping you just a little too tight, feeling the curve of those breedable hips underneath his fingertips.
Imagine having them bent over, his hands fit so perfect-
No, he can make it another night, a dumb frat party was not the time or place for something so precious as your first time. Even if you smell that good, and youโre dancing all over him, giggling, your ass brushing right against where his cock has tented his dark jeans.
Your drink in one hand, the other in his as he pulls you against him, for a nerdy boy, Gojo can absolutely move his body. You feel so goddamn good against him, with your waist in his grip now, his lips pressed against your ear โ he can inhale that sweet scent you just naturally fucking have.
Thatโs when he realizes heโs about to cum if your ass rubs up on his cock one more damn time with those heels making you tall enough, he could bend you over and slide it right in. God he bets youโre so wet too.
Satoru has to pull back, making you blink just a bit in confusion, he downs the rest of his drink, smiling apologetically.
โBathroom, sweetheart.โ
โOh, umโฆ okay, want me to-โ
Satoru runs the fuck off.
Maybe youโre doing too much, shitโฆ you were absolutely grinding all up on Satoru because you were craving him so bad. You needed to give him more time! If the roles were reversed, you know he would, even if he may want to as badly as you do. Going to pour yourself a shot, you throw it back and let your eyes shut, sighing just a bit as it burns your throat.
You need to ease up and let Satoru take his time, even if you have to press your thighs together to resist the needy urge of rubbing your cunt on anything right now.
Maybe you are fucking Sanji.
*****
Satoruโs leaned back on the door, unzipping his pants and seeing his reddened cockhead, and just how fucking swollen it is. Heโs jerking his cock desperately, whimpering out as the door gets knocked on, banged on in fact by fucking Sukuna of all people.
โGotta take a piss man, stop jerking it.โ
โIโm not!? Iโm pissing right now โ w-wait,โ Satoru is jerking it of course, but how dare Sukuna call him out on it. Dickhead fratboy that he is, heโs chuckling outside of the door, but none of it is getting rid of Satoruโs throbbing erection.
Heโs just way too needy, too sensitive, he can see his reflection in the mirror โ those flushed pink cheeks. Sukuna thankfully fucks off, but Satoru can't even cum with just his hand, not when he knows your little fist would feel so much better, when your mouth and pussy would grip him.
No, Satoru is left tortured.
*****
You are alone for some time, concerned if he was somehow drunk or sick when the leader of the frat โ the slutty ass, pink haired jock named Sukuna comes up to you, sipping his cup and flickering his red eyes up and down your face.
โHmm, Gojo left you all alone?โ
โAnd?โ You scoff, rolling your eyes at him now, he smirks just a bit, leaning close. โHeโs busy. Okay?โ
โMmmโฆ yeah,โ he peeks over his shoulder now, then looks right back down at you. โSo.โ
โSo, what?โ
He grins all big. โWanna play beer pong?โ
โBeer pong?โ
โMhm,โ he tugs at a little lock of your hair. โBet I stomp your ass at it. Look like such a good girl.โ
โHah you think I've never been to a party!?โ
โNever seen you before aside from with your nerdy lover boy,โ he pours you a drink now and inclines his head.
โI've partied, justโฆ usually me and Toru are busy.โ
He snorts at that.
So busy your boyfriend is jerking his cock in the bathroom.
โI see, so busy, huh?โ
โYes butโฆโ you curse now, shaking your head. Satoru has been gone fifteen minutes and won't answer a text, a game of beer pong wouldn't hurt. โFine then.โ
It doesnโt take long until there is an entire gathering of people to watch you absolutely annihilate Ryomen Sukuna in beer pong, to the point he is fucking furious. You're landing the pong ball in every cup, decimating the entire frat at a certain point, giggling as you study them, down to the last shot, against Sukuna again.
โBeginners luck or some shit,โ heโs fucking furious โ you swear you see his vein ticking underneath his jaw.
Satoru is still not here.
Youโre worried but youโre also enjoying the cheers, especially when you land that last one, giggling as the frat brothers who were talking all that shit about the nerdy girlfriend of Satoru moments before are now staring in disbelief. With one final, perfect arc, the ball splashes into the last cup.ย
It really is beginner's luck.
But.
Also, fuck Sukuna.
"Damn, girl!" someone yells, and you take a little bow, rubbing it right in Sukunaโs face now, who is slamming down the rest of his beer.
Surely he drank enough to get annihilated โ but somehow still standing just normal, big ass man has some insane tolerance because those eyes look completely aware.
"Guess I'm not such a good girl after all, huh?" you tease Sukuna, who's standing there looking down at you, setting the cup down and crushing it.
โHmmm,โ his red eyes dilate just a bit as he steps closer to you, suddenly making you feel just a bit nervous.
Satoru hates Sukuna.
Itโs well known, since high school the two of them have been overcompetitive and absolutely insane against each other. Heโd be fucking furious if he saw you anywhere near him at all. You peek and see him across the crowd then, getting a text from Shoko blinging on your phone.
Heโs really mad.
He is.
You get another text now from Utahime, biting down on your lower lip.
Make him jealous and maybe youโll get dicked down, Sanji.
โIโm not Sanji,โ Sukuna raises a brow, lips twitching. โIโm not.โ
โSanji? Who the fuck is that?โ
โOne piece?โ
โNerd โ hey, wait,โ youโre turning and he grabs your wrist for just a moment. โShit, I meanโฆ youโre right, youโre not a good girl, huh?โ
โI sure beat your ass,โ you say, pausing when he reaches out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray piece of hair back from your face, rough knuckles brushing against your cheek for a second too long.
"You did, you're full of surprises, brat.โ
โBrat? Whateverโฆโ
You can feel Satoruโs eyes on you โ youโd pull back, but part of you wonders if making him jealous would bring that freak out that spit cum in your mouth โ maybe you are a brat. You sip your drink, remaining normal.
โIโm dating Satoru, youโre too close.โ
โWould nerdy ass Satoru know what to do, how to handle your ass?โ He taunts, your eyes narrow, his laugh echoing despite the music as your boyfriend starts shoving his way through. โShow you that digimon collection?โ
โIโm very pleased, thank you.โ
โYou look like you need to get your attitude fucked right out of you,โ your fingers itch to slap him now. โIf he fucks up, you know where to find me.โ
โNo thank you, I- Toru!โ
Satoru is between you and Sukuna, shoving him off and glaring right at him โ perhaps the two tallest men at the party right face to face, Sukunaโs smirk making Satoru want to punch him.
โWhy are you so close to my future wife?โ
โWife?โ You blush and he glares at you.
โYes, and baby momma โ but youโre being a brat,โ he whispers, Sukuna snorts at that.
โShe is a brat.โ
โYou canโt call her that,โ he shoves the big ass man and takes your hand now. โShe has better shit to do than talk to you.โ
โAw, but we were having fun,โ Satoru is dragging you away, you blink just a bit, almost scowling at Sukuna who blows you a kiss.
What a dick.
BUT.
Satoru is fuming, and heโs hot.
Youโre so toxic!
โWhatโs wrong, Toru? I was just playing some beer pong,โ you say all innocently, as he drags you past everyone, youโre struggling to keep up with his long strides. โUmโฆ whatโs wrong?โ
โWhatโs wrong!? Hah,โ heโs laughing, psychotic and feral like you turned on a switch in his brain, when he finally starts getting some privacy. โEverything.โ
โI donโt get itโฆโ
โHe was hitting on you,โ Satoru yanks you away in the center of the party, you barely bite back your giggle at how excited you are to see him this way, looking ever so serious when he glares down at you.
Maybe you are evil, loving how mad he is, how jealous he is when he presses you against the hallway wall on the other side of the party, you can feel the music humming through the walls, but not as fast as your heart is racing looking up at your blue eyed boyfriend. Blue eyed angry boyfriend.
This isn't sweet Satoru at all, no โ he's completely fucking unhinged, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths, cupping your face and jerking your chin to look up at him.
โYou think he was?โ You ask softly, making him raise a brow. โI thought he was justโฆ being nice?โ
You make him laugh without humor now, thumb brushing across your lip. โAre you being bratty, sweetheart? Teasing me, making me jealous?โ
โWhat? No,โ you straight up fucking lie to his face, batting your lashes all innocent and cute, but you can tell my that little smirk he doesnโt buy any of it for shit right now.
โNo?โ
โNo, I was just talking, Toru. Isn't that fine?โ You trail your hands up his chest, wrapping your fingers around to hook behind his neck, tugging him down to face you. โItโs fine for me to make friends, isnโt it?โ
โNot when he's looking at these pretty tits,โ he cups one, making you suck in a breath โ your needy boyfriend is never this bold. โThey're not his to look at.โ
โOh?โ You lean forward now, tip toeing as he leans low, thumb brushing over a nipple, making it perk up for his touch. โAre they yours? Yours to look at?โ
Heโs losing it, his pulse hammering behind his ears, in his wrists, everywhere was hammering, his mouth practically salivating as he cups that tit right where anyone can see, big hand squishing it. You gasp out at the sensation, your lashes fluttering closed, little whines mingling against his lips.
โYes, mine, every inch of you is mine,โ Satoru shakes his head now with a soft laugh. โHe thought he could dance with you. Kiss your lips? Lips that are mine.โ
โAll yours,โ you open your eyes and giggle again, earning his scowl. โSorry you're just so cute like this.โ
Satoru blinks.
โOh, Iโm cute?โ
You go to press a kiss when he snatches you up in one swoop, you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck now. Thighs trembling as he carries you to some room he finds, stumbling you in and shoving you right against the door.
โYou think I'm cute,โ he presses his cock against your slick heat, slutty little panties practically ruined for him, grinding his cock until you're gasping out. โWell I think that you're a brat.โ
You gasp. โMe?โ
Two people calling you that.
Wellโฆ maybe you are.
โYou are bratty, with those pretty fucking lips,โ he's kissing you filthy, tongues dancing, saliva dripping between you both, easing you down so that you slide against his body achingly slow. โMaybe I should shut your bratty mouth up.โ
Oh fuck.
โYes please?โ He glares at your big fucking grin.ย
โOn your knees then, sweetheart,โ you so eagerly obey, he laughs softly, his heart hammering in his chest, a mix of being utterly furious, nervous about his first time, and dumbstruck by the sight of your heart eyes. โLook at you, beinโ such a good girl โ but are you really that desperate to suck me?โ
โPlease yes,โ you have no shame โ all you want is Satoruโs cock deep and buried in the back of your throat. โIf you want though! C-consent.โ
โAs if I havenโt wanted this for years,โ he shakes his head and tilts your chin up, sighing. โI wanted to do it all perfect, to lick and kiss every inch, worship your body until you were writhing, so fucking needy for it.โ
Satoru unclicks his belt, the metallic click hitting your ears. โMnhโฆ years?โ
"Years," he repeats softly, unbuttoning his jeans entirely too slow for you, you go to move your hands and he halts them with a little smack, you bite down on your lip, aching. โHands on your thighs, youโll listen to me for once, since youโve been driving me so fucking crazy.โ
โMe, making you crazy, really,โ you do as he says though โ eagerly โ palms on your thighs, he laughs a bit, the sound of his zipper lowering echoing in the room even with the reverberating walls.
โYou know every time you drag that messy cunt on me it ruins me, right?โ He draws out that word, sighing now. "Every time you wore those little skirts and bent over, every time you'd bite your lip while concentratingโฆโ
Satoru drags a thumb down your lip now, achingly slow against the plumpness that moves underneath it, your teeth nip on his thumb teasingly, and then you let him push your mouth open.
โOpen real wide, sweetheart,โ you do just that, and he canโt help but whimper as he presses down on your tongue, as if heโs studying the recesses of your open, eager mouth. โWider, canโt you? For me?โ
You listen eagerly, opening wide and fucking obscene, your tongue out for any bit of him he wants to give you, core just aching.
โFuck, I've imagined this exact moment."
Satoru wonโt tell you just how long he has, either, he swallows โ just a bit nervous now.
โSuck,โ you suck his digits, slurping them and moaning around them, imagining his cock instead, loving how dominant heโs being. โStop.โ
You obey, making him raise a brow.
โYou like me tellinโ you what to do? Is that why you got me so fucking mad, so jealous, to have you listen?โ
โYeah,โ you whisper, as he shoves his jeans down, and the hard, thick length of his bugle strains against the thin fabric of his boxers. โPokemon? You traitor!โ
โI canโt wait to shut your mouth up tonight,โ you giggle at that, Satoru sighs and frowns at them, brushing your hair back a bit. โThey were a gift, okay?โ
โIโll buy you digimon ones.โ
โGod, youโre so perfect,โ youโre still giggling, when he gently smacks your face โ the lightest little touch that has you almost moaning. โOpen up again, yeah? Be a good girl, baby.โ
โMmm, yes,โ you nod your head, doing just as he says โ the side of freaky Satoru you only saw hints of last week when heโd lavished your panties with his long tongue.
โYou got me jealous on purpose, yeah? Wore that slutty outfit to fucking ruin me, wanted cock in your throat that bad? Got me fucking leaking so muchโฆ fuckโฆโ
Your answer is to keep that mouth open, leaning forward as you lap your tongue along the damp spot where his pre cum has already soaked through, right over a traitorous yellow pikachu. Youโll make more fun of that later, right now heโs jerking his hips, hissing at the drag of your cute lil tongue on him.
โFuckโฆโ Youโre teasing him just like he did you โ licking and sucking his tip over the damp cotton of his boxers. โAct so sweet and youโre evil, shouldnโt feel that good through thatโฆ mmmโฆโ
Satoruโs letting you suck around his fat cockhead, slurping every bit of his white cum from it, tongue lolling right along that slit over and over.
โTorturing me back?โ
โYep,โ you lick your lips, making him sigh, shaking his head now.
โGo on then, take whatโs all yoursโฆ" his voice is low, hoarse damn near as he for the very first time pulls his cock out, letting it spring free, slapping against his lower abdomen with a loud, wet smack. โCan you fit all of it?โ
You knew heโd be big.
You didnโt know heโd be that big, with his jeans undone all slutty, his pokemon boxers shoved down โ his cock is perfect, just the right amount of thick and entirely too fucking long, with a prominent pale blue vein running along the underside. Youโre literally drooling as he strokes it right in front of you, the head flushed a deep, pretty pink as it leaks white.
Youโre soaked, fucking ruined.
โI can.โ
You cannot.
Maybe?
You will try!
โGo on then, sweetheart, lemme see how good you can take all of me,โ he chuckles as you lean forward without hesitation, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. โTeasinโ me more?โ
You lap your tongue up, keeping your hands right where he asked you too, sliding underneath so you hit that frenum. His sharp inhale is met with his huge hand tugging in your hair so hard it hurts, pulling at the hairs on the nape of your neck.
โFuckโฆ greedy lil mouth,โ heโs damn near slurring his words when you swirl your little tongue around the head, lapping up the salty taste of his cock underneath, brushing along that vein. He whimpers out when you wrap your lips around it and suck. โOh myโฆ f-fuckโฆโ
Satoru loses it the first time you really suck his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down further as his other hand rests on the doorway, beginning to move so that heโs choking you. Youโre whining out, aching to touch your cunt so bad you slide your fingers down.
โSo desperate,โ he tuts his tongue, fucking your throat now, his cock slamming the back of it as tears spill. โB-baby, is this sโokay?โ
You pull back as he does, with a wet, filthy pop, grinning. โI want it, all the way deep in my throat, Toru, I can take it.โ
โYou can take all of it in that tiny lilโ throat? When sheโs this tight?โ He whispers, your nod makes him glare now. โHave you done this?โ
You blink a bit. โYes?โ
โThen Iโll fuck your throat so hard youโll forget anything but me,โ he takes you over now, slamming deep inside, youโre whimpering as one of his feet spread your thighs, and youโre soaking his black boot. โThatโs it, rutting on my boot and taking cock like a little slut, hmm?โ
โMnhghโฆโ youโre done for, this is exactly what you needed, him railing your throat until you canโt think, until youโre gagging and tears are spilling.
โLook at me,โ he orders softly, you do just that as he presses deep, sniffling as you try to take all of him, he hisses as he feels his tip stretching that tight throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. โYou know I fucking love you? And respect you?โ
You giggle around him and he glares.
โYou have to know if Iโm gonna say all this,โ you pull back again, fingers all coated in your slick, gliding it along his sticky tip.
โI know you love me, Toru. I love youโฆโ He sighs, touching your cheek. โI love you talking to me this way, you could be meaner.โ
โOh? Fuck my frustration on your throat?โ
โPlease?โ
โYouโre ruining me,โ he mumbles, slamming right back inside, now that he knows youโre okay, he can lose control, see how much you can take, as you grind on that shoe, nails now pressing in the muscles of his thighs, jeans slipping down. โWant our first time to really be right against this door? Shove your slutty skirt up and ruin your cunt for fuckinโ anyone?โ
God, Satoruโs sexy like this, fogged glasses and all.
Your answer is to take him all the way, your nose brushing against the white hair, the tufts of it tickling your nose, heโs stuttering now, unable to stop himself from fucking faster, harder, the wet sounds mixing with his whines. He doesnโt hold them back, either, every time he does he feels a fresh gush of wetness even over that leather, he can see it shimmering as he pulls back and slaps his cock on your mouth.
โSlutty girl, this all fโme, huh? Not that fucking loser downstairs?โ
โAll you.โ
โHold that tongue out,โ you do just that, and Satoru slaps his tip on your tongue over and over, as you keep grinding on him. โCanโt believe youโre this much of a pretty little whore, god I thought you were a good girl?โ
โToruโฆ pleaseโฆโ
โPlease what?โ You just keep rubbing. โDesperate, fuckโฆ stand up.โ
You can hardly do that when he helps you by tugging you up, spitting directly in your mouth, you swallow it greedily, earning his pathetic moan as he turns you, shoving you against that door. โMnh!โ
โStop me before I fill all your fucking holes with cum,โ heโs kissing down your neck, his glasses cool against your neck, whines escaping his lips as he shoves that slutty lil dress up the gentle curve of your hip. โAll of them, Iโll have your cunt drippinโ, your throat full, fuck that ass while Iโm at it.โ
โMngh, please, please,โ itโs all you can do but to arch.
โThat needy?โ Heโs tugging your panties to the side, dragging his tip up and down over and over, moans escaping his lips when he bends down, turning your face to him. โFirst time in a frat house against a door? Youโre so wet do I even need to finger you right now?โ
โAlready did,โ you answered, he laughs, shaking his head and kissing you, rubbing even more, teasing your slit with the fat head of his cock until youโre weak, your thighs shaking. โPlease, pleaseโฆ.โ
โPlease what, fuck your cunt for the first time? Thatโs what youโve been wanting, me to lose it, huh?โ
โYeah,โ he scoffs, teasing even more, mouth messy and mean as he bumps your clit, until you squirt right down his length, dripping all down the carpet.
Sukunaโs carpet โ itโs his room you faintly notice, as you see the little pictures on the walls.
You wonder if Satoru meant that.
โSquirting already, havenโt even fucked you yet,โ he pulls back and bends down, slamming his cock so deep you scream out, head falling back as he tugs your hair, making your ass arch out as he fills you. โOh my g-godโฆ babyโฆโ
โToru,โ he lets you adjust to his thickness, the very first time your cunt has ever been filled โ and this wasnโt how he wanted to do it.
He wanted to stretch you out โ one finger, two, then three โ but youโre so soaked you suck him right in. Such a tight, perfect fit he can hardly take it, bending down to press sweet kisses on your bare shoulders, easing back and shoving in again, taking your hand and placing it on your tummy, pressing so you feel it all.
โFeel me here?โ He asks softly, desperately โ worried for a moment with how tight you are that heโs hurt you, but your answer is to look back at him with those slutty, parted lips and dilated eyes, nodding. โWhoโs inside you?โ
โYou, Toru.โ you answer, cunt spasming as sheโs already close, his body overtaking you, wrapping and tugging, shoving even deeper.
โWhoโs first?โ
โYou.โ
โWhoโs gonna make this cunt stretch out?โ
โY-you andโฆ ah!โ
โMine, mineโฆ fuck youโre all mine,โ Satoru gave you that minute to adjust, a last mercy before your nerdy boyfriend fucking loses his mind. โMine, this pretty body, this perfect pussyโฆ youโฆ mineโฆโ
โYours,โ you whisper it over and over as Satoru fucks your messy cunt, even though itโs hard to take, youโre so full it feels perfect, letting his hand wrap your throat, fingers pressing on either side of your windpipe. โAh!โ
โHah โ such a perfect fit, made fโme,โ heโs fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, cock gliding in and out of your sticky, gummy walls, fucking you so goddamn messy it's dripping down between your thighs. โB-babyyyโฆโ
You arch for more when he pulls out of your cunt with a filthy squelch and you whine from the loss. โBack in, pleaseโฆโ
He lifts and carries you to the bed, thighs shoved wide, feral now as he shoves back inside and sees himself moving inside you. Every slick glide smoothing your puffy cervix, until she is bruised and aching, that dress shoved higher, panties tugged firmly to the side. He uses both to move in you, laughing as you gasp out, as your thighs tremble.
โAw, is it too much, sweetheart? Too deep?โ
Feral Satoru is here, mixed with sweet Toru, but his cock is anything but sweet โ the way it stretches you out, fucking ruins you, pummels your cunt so deep youโre about to cum all over his length, already sensitive.
โMhm!โ
โFull of me?โ
โNghhhhโฆโ
You don't know how the fuck else to answer, it all is entirely too much, the way he can see his cock print, his insane laugh, those blue eyes glittering with the frames fallen off. So blue it hurts to look at, eyes almost threatening to close.
โNuh-uh, eyes on me, that's it,โ Satoru keeps pumping into your cunt, leaning up to shove your thighs against your tits, smushing them as he fucks you dumb.
He knows it too.
โCan't think?โ
โmmm, nnnhhh,โ your answer is pathetic and just a babble really, as your nerdy, once virgin boyfriend pummels your messy, needy cunt until she's stuffed so full it hurts. Your nails pressing into biceps, digging in as he stretches your puffy lips on it.
โCanโt even fucking talk โ already?โ Your eyes roll back in your skull as his cock ruins your pussy, so deep you do feel him all over.
โGonna pump you so full, hah will you finish college without me breeding your cunt?โ Satoru Gojo is batshit insane, as he leans over you, bending you so that you're folded in half under his heavy weight. โWhat would you do then, hmm? If I breed your slutty cunt? Make you mine.โ
โWant it, mmm,โ youโre utterly fucking shameless about it, feeling his bruising grip, his cock getting creamy at the base as his heavy balls slap.
โJerked it in the bathroom, had me so hard,โ you bite down on your lip, gasps escaping your throat, eyes locked. โYou love that, huh? Driving me insane, slutty dress, pretty bodyโฆ godโฆโ
He presses your thighs down enough to tug your tits out, gripping them and exhaling, thumbs brushing your nipples until theyโre peaks.
"Look at you," he pants, "taking my cock so well, pretty girl. Youโre just such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
You can only moan in response, your body trembling as he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, your answer is to grip his hips with your thighs, letting him cup your face, pumping you so full that you can feel it all over. Warm and hot when he whines out so pathetically in your ringing ears, slutty little moans falling from your lips.
โTakinโ all of it, godโฆโ He kisses you even as you shatter, your cunt spasming all around his veiny length, milking him for every drop. โSo fucking greedy. So needy.โ
He leans down and captures your lips, spurts of cum still pouring, you can feel him twitching, nails pressing into the strong muscles of his back. โToruโฆ l-loveโฆ toru y-youโฆโ
โCock drunk, sweetheart?โ He teases, like the menace he really is โ but he also lovingly caresses your cheek. โYou took me like you were made for me.โ
โI did?โ Youโre so damn drunk off him youโre slurring your words, pussy achingly empty, feeling his cum slipping out.
โYou did a very good job. Such a good girl.โ
โYay!โ
Satoru snorts at you, shaking his head and peppering kisses, leaned up on an arm, his shirt half open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. โYouโre sโcuteโฆ I wanted to take it easy your first time.โ
โI loved it,โ you admit, yawning now, peeking around the room. โMmm, can we go home though?โ
โOf course we will,โ he kisses down your body though, breath ghosting your thighs, spreading them to watch the filthy mess of his cum pour out, groaning. โYouโre wasting it all, baby.โ
โHmm? Ah!โ Satoru scoops some of that mess up against his fingertips, shoving it right back inside your quivering hole. Youโre gripping him tight, thighs clamping down on his hand, as he smirks. โToru youโreโฆ crazyโฆโ
โMmm, you really have no idea what I have wanted to do,โ he clicks his tongue, pushing that cum deep again, watching your every expression. โGonna keep you so full of cum itโll drip everywhere.โ
Satoru does not just fuck you once, no โ he makes sure to bend you over in the backseat of his car, fucking cum back inside. Once you're at his house he is pumping ropes of cum on your tits, laughing at how messy you get coated in white, before spreading it all over your body.
Satoru fingers and fucks all that cum inside until you're a trembling mess in his arms, passing out and snoring.
โSo funny you started all this but then couldn't keep up, hmm?โ He teases softly, cleaning you up, cock sore from how you gripped him, how much he came. But even the sight of milky drops escaping your hole had him damn near twitching back to life, groaning against your skin.
*****
โGood morning,โ your nerdy boyfriend is littered in pretty kiss marks, indentions of your teeth all down his neck, a loopy smile on his face as he stands there shirtless, glasses firmly back on.
โOh! Good morningโฆโ you thought you'd be the one to ruin Satoru Gojo, ride his cock till he whimpered and cried from overstimulation.
You had no clue he'd fuck you so good you couldn't sit up right without his help, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your lips, tilting your chin up and smirking. You're a mess.
A pretty mess.
Hair fucked up, covered in fingerprints and hickies, taking the coffee he brings and sipping it, sighing as it hits your tongue. โMmmโฆ good morning.โ
โDon't you look pretty in my bed?โ He muses, smirking on his features. โI wonder what Sukuna thought of his bed covered in your squirt.โ
A blush heats up your cheeks. โI didn't squirt that much!?!?!โ
โYou really did,โ you shove him playfully, giggling then. โMy cum too though.โ
โYou did it on purpose, his room!โ
โMe? Never.โ
Satoru absolutely did.
That's what Sukuna gets for hitting on his girlfriend, dried up cum all on his blankets โ as if he could handle you โค๏ธ
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'Till death do us part, hah,' your number one top fan! Satoru Gojo can't help but stroke his thick, veiny cock as he recites those vows he'll have for you soon, blushed tip just dripping all that milky pre cum drippin' from that little hole on the head.
Oh, he'd say them very, very fucking soon indeed.
You, the pretty OF star on his screen, bent over and giggling right at him, he swears it. You're surely not looking at any of these other losers' names, no, you must be looking at his.
'Gonna f-fuck...' Satoru's stroking his cock faster, whimpering out as you glide that dildo he bought you in and out of your pretty little cunt, stretching it out and whining as you take it.
Well, it was a direct replica of his cock, so of course you couldn't stuff it all. But don't worry - when Satoru gets you finally, and he folds you in a mating press, fingers pressed into the backs of your thighs? Oh, he'll have you take all of him.
'Till I can see my print inside,' he's chuckling again, lost as he takes some of that messy pre and licks it, moaning and gliding it across his lips. He's fucking his fist in time to your sad attempts at fucking yourself with his veiny replica, he can't help but smirk, using one hand to type.
Having trouble takin' cock, sweetheart?
Well you are indeed, you've never had something so big and long trying to fit inside you - in fact, this was the first time you've used more than a cute little plug or a wand on your pussy on cam. Yet, when it's from your top fan, you can't help but want to show off for him.
Your puffy lips are pathetically trying to fit around it, no matter how wet you are, you can't even get half - the tips are just rolling in, but none like him - like DigiMaster89.
truly -what a fucking name. Yet you know that he loves when you spread wide, and you truly want to be a good girl for him.
Even if you don't even know what he looks like, you'd love to make him proud, taking more and more of that cock and shaking, thighs trembling as your cunt is spasming, begging for a little reprieve with how full you're stuffed.
'Ngh!' You're crying out now, as Satoru leans forward, remembering his vows.
he got distracted.
'Oh, where was I?' he caresses the screen, before spitting down his cock again, letting it slip to the base. 'Ah, I remember. To fucking cherish that slutty lil' cunt. Ah, baby I solemnly swear and all that sh-shit....'
White locks fall across a brow as you squirt all over for the first time on camera, clear fluids just gushing out, just in time for his white to squirt right on the screen, right against his future wife, some of it even smattering against his glasses. He can't help but whimper out your name, hand just trembling, taking his glasses off to lap a bit of his sticky mess.
God, imagine when you're squirting all over his glasses?
Satoru can't wait to finally have you all to himself, don't you know you're already his future fucking wife?
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being split open on a merman's cock was rather irresponsible for a woman soon-to-be sold off in an arranged marriage.
but suguru could be awfully convincing.
"feel me in here, pretty girl?" he purred, pressing his palm down below your belly button, his slightly webbed fingers splayed out as his cock throbbed inside of you.
"uh, uh-huh," you nodded, whining as your back arched back, nails scrapping down his broad back as his sharp teeth snapped at your throat.
leaving bites you'd barely be able to hide beneath your clothes after it was all over, his free claws sinking into your forearm to pin you against the rock as he rutted in deeper. filling up every crevice, completely stuffing you full with no room left to even squirm.
"you thinking of me, princess?" he huffed, his usually honeyed voice coming out raw, ripped from the back of his throat as you gasped his name. "or that prince of yours?"
someone was jealous.
it wasn't your fault you'd been born into this position. or that your parents were determined to ship you off to another kingdom as a political pawn.
the most you could do to defy them was sneak out on silent nights like this, evading the guards stationed outside your room by climbing down the trellis and slipping past the landscaped garden to the beach below.
suguru had made a habit of waiting in the hidden cove tucked away around a curve in the rocky shore. the soft purple of his scales gleaming in the moonlight as he laid back on the flat rock he was so fond of fucking you on.
tonight was no different.
"you," you whined, nodding your head like a fool.
"what would he do if he knew his pretty princess wasn't so pure?" he dryly teased, his heavy tail pinning your legs down his swollen tip rubbed right up into the spongy spot of your cervix. daring to push past it, the intensity of the pressure threatening to push you over the edge already. "if he knew you'd given your virtue to someone like me."
"he'd call it off," you half-whispered, a treacherous flare of excitement stirring in your stomach as you imagined all the different ways he might try to make it happen.
you knew it was wrong. that you shouldn't want it.
but you liked that glimmer in his sharp eyes, the way his mouth curled up in a cruel smirk, sharp teeth visible for a second as he pulled himself out to plunge back in, his ribbed cocks rubbing you just right as he stretched you out and seared his thick shape into you.
it burned more at first, but you had gotten used to it. addicted to it. the way you could feel his cocks not quite rubbing against each other, only separated by the thin wall of your anatomy.
"will he now?" he asked, his gills straining from how long he'd been out of the water, but he didn't stop fucking you.
"suguru," you softly spoke his name, running your fingers through his dark hair, sifting through the damp, silky strands. "w-what are you-"
your question died in your throat as you felt the base of his top cock begin to swell, delicious added pressure pressing against your entrance.
"think he'd still put a ring on your finger if i put my eggs in you first?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as another broken gasp was torn from your throat.
the idea was supposed to be scary.
but he could feel the way you clenched at it, thighs trembling without so much as an ounce of trepidation, holding onto him to brace yourself for what was coming instead of squirming away from it.
craving him to complete you.
even if you weren't sure how if he could.
"i-i thought we weren't compatible," you stuttered, clinging to his shoulders as you felt something slowly starting to travel up, up, up his cock, whimpering as your walls barely managed to mold around him, struggling to take what he was trying to give.
the cock in your ass keeping you still, his grip on you firm as he clicked his tongue.
"oh, princess," he grinned. "that's nothing a little magic won't fix."
"what kind of magic?" you whispered, far more enthralled than you should be at the prospect of being his. at opening another door with him you really should've left stuff.
he didn't push the egg in yet.
daring you to beg him to either bury it in your womb or bail.
"oh baby," he coaxed, trailing a hand down to your swollen clit, pressing softly over it. "wanna be like me?"
"i wanna be yours," you whined, squeezing down as you nodded weakly.
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เญง โงโห ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐.๐๐๐๐๐๐ and his poor... exhausted manager โ โฐ
the worst part about being satoru gojoโs PR manager isnโt the scandals. itโs the fact he knows how to use his tongue
MDNI โฐ oral (fem receiving) โฐ a lot of pussy eating in here... โฐ
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You sighed deeply as you scrolled through the latest disaster on your phone, the glow of the screen illuminating your tired face in the back of the sleek black SUV. Another night, another scandal. As his personal PR manager for the past two years, youโd become an expert at spinning chaos into manageable headlines. But tonightโs mess was particularly sticky.
The tabloids were exploding with photos of Gojo at an exclusive club in Tokyo, shirt half-unbuttoned, surrounded by three models and what looked suspiciously like cocaine on a glass table. The headlines screamed: Gojo Satoruโs Wild Night: Actor or Party Demon?
Your fingers flew across the keyboard, drafting the official statement youโd already sent to the press an hour ago: โMr. Gojo was attending a private charity event and the images have been taken out of context. He remains committed to his fans and upcoming film projects.โ
You rubbed your temples. Gojo had more scandals than some celebrities had followers. Drunken karaoke brawls, leaked videos of him making out with co-stars, rumors of underground fight clubs where he used his โsorcererโ persona from his most recent series for show, and the endless parade of women. Yet the public loved him. The blue-eyed menace was box office gold, and his supernatural charm made him untouchable.
The car door opened. Gojo slid in beside you, all long limbs and effortless arrogance. His white hair was messy, those striking blue eyes hidden behind his usual black sunglasses. He flashed that infuriating grin.
โMissed me, princess?โ he drawled, leaning back against the leather seat.
โYouโre late,โ you said flatly, not looking up from your tablet. โAnd you smell like vodka and that strong ass cologne.โ
He laughed, low and warm. โThatโs my signature scent. Want a closer whiff?โ
You ignored the flutter in your stomach. This was the game you two played. He caused fires. You put them out. And somehow, over time, the tension between you had grown thicker than the NDA you made every woman he slept with sign.
โThree models, Satoru? Really? The video is trending. I had to call in every favor with the tabloids to kill the worst angles.โ
He shrugged, stretching his long legs until his thigh pressed against yours. โThey were just fans. Harmless fun.โ
โHarmless doesnโt get you trending for all the wrong reasons.โ You finally met his gazeโor what you could see of it. โThis is the fourth scandal this month. Iโm running out of ways to make you look like a misunderstood genius instead of a chaotic himbo.โ
Gojoโs grin widened. He reached over and plucked the tablet from your hands, setting it aside. โYouโre so good at your job, though. Thatโs why I keep you around.โ
His voice dropped, playful but edged with something darker. Heat. โAnd because I like rewarding my best girl.โ
Your breath caught. This wasnโt new. After particularly brutal clean-ups, Gojo had a habit of โthankingโ you in ways that blurred every professional line. You told yourself it was just stress relief. A transaction. But the way he looked at youโlike you were the only thing in his chaotic world that actually matteredโmade it dangerous.
The driver raised the partition without being asked.
Gojoโs hand slid onto your knee, long fingers tracing slow circles. โCโmere. Let me show my appreciation.โ
โBackseat of a car, Satoru?โ you muttered, but your body was already betraying you, thighs pressing together. "Really?"
โPrivate enough.โ He tugged you onto his lap with that effortless strength, your pencil skirt riding up as you straddled him. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking the fabric. โYouโve been working so hard for me. Cleaning up my messes. Dealing with my shit. Donโt you deserve a treat?โ
You shivered as he pushed his sunglasses up, revealing those glowing blue eyes.
His mouth found your neck first, hot and teasing, sucking lightly just below your ear while he loosened your blouse. โLet me eat that pretty pussy, baby. Been thinking about it since the club. Nothing tastes better after a long night of damage control.โ
You gasped as he lifted you, maneuvering you until your back was against the opposite seat and he was on his knees between your legs. The man who commanded screens and sold out arenas was kneeling for you. Gojo pushed your skirt higher, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your thighs with deliberate slowness.
โFuck, look at you,โ he murmured, voice husky. โAlready wet for me. My perfect little manager.โ
He spread your thighs wider, exposing you completely in the dim light of the car. His breath ghosted over your core, making you twitch. Then his tongueโhot, wet, and devastatingโdragged a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.
You moaned, hand flying to his white hair. Gojo hummed in satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He licked you like he had all the time in the world, like cleaning up his scandals was worth every second of this reward. His tongue circled your clit with precision, then dipped lower, pushing inside you teasingly before returning to suck gently on that sensitive bundle of nerves.
โSatoruโโ you whimpered, hips rolling against his face.
He gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open as he devoured you. The obscene sounds filled the car: wet slurps, your desperate gasps, his low groans of approval.โ
โYou taste so fucking good,โ he mumbled against your folds, lips shiny with your arousal. โBetter than any model. Sweeter than revenge. This is what I want after every fuck-up. Your legs around my head while I make you cum.โ
Two long fingers slid inside you without warning, curling perfectly against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking harder while his fingers pumped in a steady rhythm. The coil in your belly tightened fast.
You came with a cry, thighs trembling around his ears as pleasure crashed through you. Gojo didnโt stop, licking you through it, drawing out every aftershock until you were panting and oversensitive.
When he finally pulled back, his grin was soaked and smug. โThatโs one. Think you can handle more before we get to the hotel?โ
The pattern repeated over the next few weeks, each scandal bigger than the last.
First came the leaked audio of Gojo trash-talking a rival actor during a press junket. You spent three days negotiating with studios and issuing apologies. That night, in his penthouse overlooking Tokyo, he laid you out on his massive bed and spent nearly an hour between your thighs. He edged you mercilesslyโlong, slow licks followed by fast flicks of his tongueโuntil you were begging. When you finally came, he kept going, making you squirt for the first time while laughing softly against your pussy.
โYouโre so good at making me look innocent,โ he praised, chin glistening. โLet me make you feel good, baby.โ
Then there was the nightclub fight video. Gojo had โaccidentallyโ flipped a table on some guy whoโd gotten handsy with one of his female co-stars. The internet called it assault. You called it a PR nightmare. After three all-nighters and a carefully crafted statement about โself-defense,โ Gojo rewarded you in his private jet on the way to a premiere.
He had you bent over the leather couch, skirt flipped up, face buried between your cheeks from behind. His tongue fucked into you while his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles. The altitude and the thrill of being so high up made everything more intense. You came twice before landing, legs shaking so badly he had to carry you off the plane.
Each time, the rewards grew more intense. Gojo was insatiable when it came to you. He loved how composed you were in publicโcool, professional, the one who tamed his chaosโand how completely you fell apart for him in private.
One particularly bad week culminated in a leaked sex tape rumor (thankfully fake, but the damage was done). You worked miracles to kill the story. That evening, Gojo didnโt even wait for the car to leave the underground garage of his building.
He dropped to his knees right there, pushed you against the hood of his expensive car, and ate you out like a man starved. Cars drove past on the street level above, but down here it was just the two of you. His tongue was merciless, fingers deep inside you, curling and scissoring while he sucked your clit until you saw white. You came so hard you nearly slid off the hood. He caught you, laughing that rich, cocky laugh.
โMy perfect girl,โ he whispered, kissing your inner thighs. โI make the messes. You clean them. And I make you scream.โ
Months passed. The dynamic deepened.
You stopped pretending it was just rewards. Gojo started showing up at your apartment unannounced, glasses off, eyes soft in a way the public never saw. Heโd pull you into his lap on the couch, not always for sex. Sometimes just to talkโabout the pressure of being watched all of the time, the loneliness of fame, how your steady presence was the only thing keeping him grounded.
But the sex... the sex was still his favorite way to say thank you.
One night after heโd been caught leaving a love hotel with a famous idol (another fabricated story youโd dismantled), he took you to his bedroom and spent the entire night worshipping you. No rushing. He stripped you slowly, kissing every inch of skin until he reached your core. Then he settled in for a long session.
Gojoโs tongue traced every fold, savoring you. He alternated between gentle licks and harsh sucks, fingers pumping deep while he whispered filthy praise.
โLove how you get so wet for me. Love knowing all those scandals are worth it because I get to bury my face in this sweet pussy afterward. You own me, you know that? The world thinks Iโm theirs, but thisโโ he licked a broad stripe up your center, โโthis is mine.โ
You came three times that night. Once on his tongue, once on his fingers while he sucked your clit, and once riding his face as he lay back and let you use him. By the end, you were a trembling, blissed-out mess, and Gojo looked happier than he did after any movie premiere.
The latest scandal was the worst yet.
A video surfaced of Gojo in a very compromising position at an afterpartyโhim, two women, and enough evidence to suggest an orgy. The internet was in meltdown. Sponsors were threatening to pull out. Your phone wouldnโt stop ringing.
You worked for 48 hours straight, barely sleeping. When you finally dragged yourself to his penthouse to deliver the good news (crisis mostly averted), Gojo was waiting.
He didnโt say anything at first. Just pulled you inside, locked the door, and dropped to his knees in the foyer.
โNo more work tonight,โ he said, voice rough. He pushed your legs apart right there against the wall, yanked your panties aside, and dove in.
His mouth was urgent, almost desperate. Tongue fucking into you, nose grinding against your clit, hands gripping your ass to pull you harder against his face. He moaned like he was the one receiving pleasure, the vibrations making your knees buckle.
You clutched his hair, moaning his name as he devoured you. This wasnโt just a reward anymore. This was need. Hunger. Possession.
He made you cum twice standing up, then carried you to the bedroom and did it again with you on his face. By the time he finally let you rest, your voice was hoarse and your thighs were sticky with his saliva and your releases.
Gojo pulled you against his chest afterward, fingers gently stroking your back.
โI know Iโm a handful,โ he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. โBut Iโd burn every scandal into existence if it meant youโd keep letting me do this.โ
You laughed weakly, exhausted but content. โYouโre impossible.โ
โYeah. But Iโm yours, baby.โ
In the quiet afterglow, with the city lights twinkling outside, you realized something. You didnโt just clean up his messes anymore.
You were part of them. And you wouldnโt have it any other way.
เญง โงโห ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก.๐๐๐๐๐๐ and his work wife.
โ โฐ everyone in the office is terrified of ryomen sukunaโ the cold-hearted finance director with a glare sharp enough to make interns cry.
everyone except you.
MDNI โฐ oral (fem receiving) โฐ unprotected sex โฐ p in v smut โฐ semi-public sex
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The fluorescent lights of the corporate high-rise buzzed like dying insects overhead, casting a sterile glow over the open-plan office floor. Sukuna Ryomen, Finance Director, ruled his domain with the kind of iron fist that made interns cry in the supply closet and senior analysts suddenly remember urgent dentist appointments whenever he stepped out of his corner office. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp tattoos peeking from the collar of his tailored black dress shirt and a resting scowl that could curdle milk. Rumors swirled that he'd once made a board member resign over a misplaced decimal. No one dared sit near him in the break room. No one stole his parking spot. And absolutely no one touched his food.
Except you.
You were the marketing coordinator two floors down, but you spent more time on the finance level than your own. To everyone else, you were Sukuna's "work wife"โthe only soul brave (or foolish) enough to perch on the edge of his desk during meetings, tease him about his coffee order, andโmost infamouslyโsteal fries right off his plate while he ate lunch at his desk.
Today was no different.
The executive lunch spread was laid out in the glass-walled conference room: grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, and a mountain of thick-cut fries that Sukuna had specifically requested. He sat at the head of the table like a king on a throne, sleeves rolled up to expose veined forearms, stabbing at his food with precise aggression. A cluster of department heads hovered nervously at the far end, discussing quarterly projections in hushed tones.
You sauntered in without knocking, wearing a fitted pencil skirt that hugged your hips and a silk blouse unbuttoned just one notch past professional. Your heels clicked confidently across the marble floor.
Without a word, you slid into the chair beside himโthe one no one else would touchโand plucked three fries from his plate, popping them into your mouth with a satisfied hum.
The room went dead silent.
One analyst choked on his water. Another stared like you'd just performed a public execution. Sukuna didn't even look up from his salmon, but the corner of his mouth twitchedโthe closest thing he ever got to a smile in public.
"Those were mine," he growled, low enough that only you could hear the playful edge beneath the menace.
You leaned in, brushing your knee against his under the table. "And now they're mine. You always take the best ones anyway, Mr. Finance Director."
Someone at the table whispered, "She's going to die. Today's the day."
But Sukuna just pushed the plate slightly toward you, allowing you to steal another fry. The rest of the meeting continued with everyone else sweating bullets while you casually doodled on his quarterly report and whispered filthy promises in his ear whenever the projector light dimmed.
By 4 PM, the tension had built to a breaking point. The office was emptying out, but you lingered, "accidentally" leaving your tablet in Sukuna's office.
He was waiting.
The second the door clicked shut behind you, Sukuna's hand shot out, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you against his hard chest. His mouth crashed down on yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and hunger. No gentle buildupโnever with him. Weeks of sneaking around had turned this into an art form: quick, dirty fucks in supply closets, his office after hours, even once in the executive bathroom during a particularly boring investor call where you'd had to bite your lip bloody to stay quiet.
"Been thinking about this all fucking day," he muttered against your lips, walking you backward until your ass hit his massive oak desk. Papers scattered. A pen holder clattered to the floor. He didn't care. "Watching you steal my food like you own me in front of those spineless idiots."
You laughed breathlessly, fingers already working at his belt. "I do own you. We're married, remember? Or did you forget the ring you keep hidden in your pocket?"
Sukuna's eyes darkened with lust and something fiercer. He spun you around, bending you over the desk with one strong hand between your shoulder blades. Your skirt rode up as he shoved it to your waist, exposing the lacy red thong you'd worn specifically for this.
"Married or not, you're still my little work wife out there," he said, voice rough as he palmed your ass, spreading you open. "And my filthy slut in here."
He dropped to his knees behind you without warning. The first hot swipe of his tongue along your clothed pussy made you jolt. He ripped the thong aside, burying his face between your thighs like a starving man. His tongue was relentlessโlapping at your folds, circling your clit with firm pressure, then plunging inside you. Two thick fingers joined soon after, curling brutally against that spot that made your knees buckle.
"FuckโRyomenโ" you gasped, gripping the edge of the desk. The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all you could focus on was the wet, obscene sounds of him devouring you. He sucked your clit hard, fingers pumping faster, stretching you open. Your thighs trembled.
He pulled back just as you were about to tip over the edge, standing up and pressing his clothed erection against your ass. "Not yet. You don't come until I say."
You heard his zipper, then felt the thick, heavy weight of his cock slapping against your soaked pussy. Sukuna was bigโlong and girthy, with a slight upward curve that always hit perfectly. He rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices, teasing your entrance.
"Beg," he commanded, one hand fisting your hair.
"Please," you whimpered, pushing back against him. "Fuck me, Ryomen. Need your cock."
With a guttural groan, he thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The stretch burned deliciously, filling you so completely you saw stars. He didn't give you time to adjustโjust started pounding into you with deep, punishing strokes that rocked the heavy desk forward.
"Shit, you're always so tight," he growled, hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the office, mixed with your moans and his low grunts. He reached around to rub your clit in tight circles, never slowing his rhythm. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy again. Mark what's mine."
You were lost in itโthe way his cock dragged against your walls, the way his balls slapped against you, the way his free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. He leaned over you, biting down on your shoulder through your blouse as he fucked you harder. The angle shifted, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.
"Come for me," he ordered, voice strained. "Now."
Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, pussy clenching around his thick length as you cried out his name. Sukuna followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling hot ropes of cum inside you with a choked groan. He stayed there, grinding slowly through the aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed buried.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Then he pulled out carefully, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped down your thighs. He used two fingers to push it back inside you.
"Keep it in until you get home," he murmured, kissing the back of your neck almost tenderly.
You turned in his arms, grinning up at him. "Yes, sir. But only if you let me steal your dessert tomorrow."
Sukuna chuckledโa rare, genuine soundโand kissed you softly. "Brat."
The next morning, the office was buzzing with the usual fear. Sukuna stormed through the halls looking as terrifying as ever, barking orders that made grown men pale. You arrived at 10 AM with coffee, perching on his desk as usual and stealing a bite of his blueberry muffin.
The analysts watched in horrified awe as he merely raised an eyebrow and let you have it.
"Work wife perks," someone whispered.
If only they knew the real perks involved being bent over that same desk every other night, taking your husband's cock until you couldn't walk straight. Or the wedding bands hidden in his wallet and your jewelry box. Or the way he whispered "I love you" against your skin after every filthy encounter.
You winked at Sukuna across the desk. He smirked backโthe secret smile that belonged only to you.
Lunch couldn't come fast enough.
The weeks blurred into a delicious routine of corporate terror and hidden passion. Sukuna's reputation only grew more fearsome after he publicly eviscerated a vendor during a budget meeting for "wasting his goddamn time." You, meanwhile, played the perfect work wife: bringing him lunch (which you always sampled first), organizing his files with color-coded tabs he pretended to hate, and sitting in on finance meetings just to "take notes."
No one suspected a thing.
Until the day the copier jammed on the 15th floor.
You'd dragged Sukuna into the supply closet under the pretense of needing his "height advantage." The second the door locked, he had you pressed against the shelves, your legs wrapped around his waist as he freed his cock and sank into you in one smooth thrust.
"Quiet," he hissed, even as he fucked you hard enough to make the shelves rattle. "Or everyone will hear what a slut my wife is."
You buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle your moans as he railed you. His cock was so deep at this angle, grinding against your cervix with every upward snap of his hips. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his dress shirt sticking to his muscular back. One hand held you up effortlessly while the other slipped between you to pinch and rub your clit.
The risk always made it hotterโthe voices of coworkers just outside the door discussing toner cartridges while Sukuna destroyed your pussy in the dark. You came first, clenching around him like a vice, soaking his cock. He followed with a muffled curse, pumping you full again.
Afterward, he cleaned you up with his handkerchief like a gentleman, then sent you out first with a possessive slap on the ass.
"See you at my desk for lunch," he said. "And don't even think about ordering your own fries."
By the time you reached the finance floor, your legs were still shaky, but you wore a bright smile. Sukuna was already at his desk, looking perfectly composed and terrifying. You slid into your usual spot and immediately reached for his plate.
The entire floor held its collective breath.
You stole an entire handful of fries this time, grinning as you ate them slowly, one by one.
Sukuna's eyes met yours with a heat that promised retribution laterโprobably in the parking garage, or his car, or the executive elevator that had mysteriously stopped working twice last week.
The crack of your secret marriage made every stolen bite taste sweeter. The fear everyone else felt only heightened the thrill. Because while they saw a monster, you saw the man who fucked you senseless every chance he got, who whispered vows against your skin in the afterglow, and whoโdespite his reputationโalways pushed his plate toward you with that secret, fond glint in his eye.
Later that evening, after the office had emptied, Sukuna locked his door and cleared his desk entirely. He laid you out on it like a feast, spreading your legs wide and eating you out until you were sobbing with overstimulation. Then he flipped you onto your stomach again, fucking you slow and deep this time, savoring every clench and whimper.
"Love you, wife," he growled as he came, hips stuttering.
"Love you too, Ryomen," you gasped, reaching back to pull him closer.
Outside, the city lights twinkled. Inside, the feared Finance Director was nothing but yoursโbody, soul, and all the fries on his plate.
art creds to @/reyomensukuna all dividers by @/uzmacchiato and @/pixopix
เญง โงโห ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐.๐๐๐๐๐๐ and his very fragile girlfriend... โ โฐ
everyone fears the monster satoru gojo is in the boxing ring. no one sees how gently he holds the girl he loves.
MDNI โฐ nsfw headcanons below the 18+ divider โฐ overall, very fluffy
art creds to @/thatsallitchief. all dividers by @/uzmacchiato and @/pixopix
a/n :: this might not be relatable for everyone, but i made the reader deeply empathetic and prone to bruising because i am too ๐โโ๏ธโก hope you enjoy
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is incredibly gentle with you from the very beginning. He knows how easily you bruise, so even when he pulls you into a hug after a long day, he wraps his arms around you like youโre made of glass. His large hands rest feather-light on your back, and he always checks your expression first to make sure he hasnโt accidentally squeezed too hard.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ never lets you near the boxing gym during heavy sparring sessions. The sound of gloves hitting pads and the raw aggression in the air overwhelm your senses, so he sets up a small quiet corner in the back office with noise-canceling headphones, your favorite blanket and a book for the rare times you want to visit.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ After every fight, no matter how exhausted or banged up he is, Gojo comes straight to you. He lets you fuss over his split lip or bruised ribs while he melts under your soft touch. The empath in you lets you feel how much the violence weighs on him, so he finds peace when you quietly hold his hand and let him decompress in your calm presence.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ banned himself from giving you playful punches or even light taps. One time he jokingly poked your arm and a faint bruise appeared the next day. He felt so guilty he bought you a ridiculous amount of arnica cream and swore heโd never do it again, even for fun.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ loves showing you his training routines but always tones down the intensity. Instead of full-power punches, heโll demonstrate slow-motion technique so you can see the beauty and discipline in boxing rather than the violence. Your quiet admiration makes him train even harder when youโre not around.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ keeps a secret stash of your favorite snacks in his gym bag. After rough training days, heโll come home and present them like trophies, knowing physical gifts help when words feel too heavy for your sensitive heart.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is very aware that his post-fight adrenaline can be intense, so he always takes a few minutes alone to cool down before seeing you. He doesnโt want his heightened emotions to bleed into you and cause you discomfort.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Your nature actually helps him outside the ring. Before big matches, heโll seek you out just to sit quietly with you because your peaceful energy helps him regulate the chaos in his own head. Youโve become his good-luck charm in the most gentle way possible.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ secretly loves when you trace his scars and calluses with careful fingers. You never flinch from the evidence of his violent profession, and instead offer quiet acceptance. It makes him feel truly seen beyond being โthe strongest boxer.โ
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is obsessed with the contrast between his rough, battle-hardened body and your soft, easily-bruised skin. He loves leaving hickeys and fingerprints on your thighs and hips, but heโs strict about aftercareโice packs, arnica gel, and gentle massages right after so you donโt wake up covered in too many marks.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ is surprisingly dominant but extremely controlled. Heโll hold your wrists above your head with one hand while fucking you slow and deep, whispering filthy praise about how well your tight little pussy takes his cock despite how fragile the rest of you is. The power difference turns him on immensely.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ has a massive breeding kink he doesnโt hide. While buried inside you, heโll groan about filling you up and how pretty youโd look carrying his kid. He always finishes deep, then keeps you plugged with his cock or his fingers afterward so nothing spills out.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Because you bruise so easily, heโs developed a ritual: rough sex followed by incredibly soft aftercare. Heโll eat you out gently afterward, soothing any soreness with his tongue while telling you how perfect you are for taking everything he gives.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ loves when you ride him. Seeing you on top, trying to take his thick cock while your thighs tremble, drives him crazy. Heโll grip your hips (light enough not to bruise too badly) and guide you, praising you the whole time: โThatโs it, baby. Use me. Fuck, you feel so good.โ
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Public hate on you days usually end with him fucking the frustration out in the bedroom. Heโll have you on all fours, pounding into you from behind while growling about how those fangirls could never satisfy him the way you do. The rougher days are always followed by hours of cuddling and pampering.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ When the online attacks get to you more than you admit, Gojo gets soft-dom. Heโll edge you for hours, bringing you to the brink over and over until youโre begging, then finally let you come while telling you how much better you are than any of those jealous girls.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Heโs vocal as hell during sexโlots of dirty talk about how no one else gets to see you like this: spread open, dripping for him, marked up by the strongest boxer in the game. Your moans are his favorite sound after a victory.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ Post-sex, he becomes the clingiest man alive. Heโll pull you on top of his chest, wrap those long muscular arms around you carefully, and fall asleep with his cock still inside you, content knowing youโre safe and thoroughly his.
เซฎโ boxerjo โ โแ No matter how hard he is in the ring or how filthy he gets behind closed doors, Gojo Satoru is impossibly soft for his girl. Heโll come home after knocking out opponents in front of thousands, covered in sweat and adrenaline, and the second he sees you, all that brutality melts away. He becomes the gentlest version of himself โ speaking in that low, warm voice only you get to hear, carrying you to bed like you weigh nothing, pressing the softest kisses to your bruises (the ones he left and the ones the world tried to give you), and whispering how youโre the only person who ever made the strongest feel weak in the knees. His fans see the cocky champion. You get the man who would burn the entire world down just to keep you safe and loved โก
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เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ is the townโs most infamous rancherโ tall, loud, and impossible to ignore with his snow-white hair under a black cowboy hat. He rides into town on his massive white stallion every few days just to sit in your section at the little sunflower-yellow diner.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ The first time he saw you, you were humming while pouring coffee and accidentally did a little happy spin after delivering a big tip. He nearly fell off his chair laughing and declared you โthe brightest thing in this dusty town.โ
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ He always takes the same booth by the window so he can watch you move around the diner like a ray of sunshine. He calls it โprime sunshine viewing.โ
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ His order is always the same: black coffee, two slices of pie, and โwhatever smile youโre givinโ out today, darlinโ.โ
You once brought him a slice of pie with a little whipped cream smiley face on it. Heโs been whipped ever since.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ The other ranch hands tease him endlessly because he, the six-foot-four menace who can out-rope anyone in the county, gets flustered when you call him โMr. Gojoโ in your sweet voice.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ On slow days, heโll linger for hours, spinning his hat on his finger and telling you dramatic (mostly exaggerated) stories about chasing bandits or taming wild horses just to keep you at his table longer.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ He started calling you โSunshineโ unprompted and now the whole town knows you by that nickname thanks to him.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ You taught him how to fold paper flowers during your break one day. He now leaves them on the counter for you with little notes like โFor the prettiest waitress in the West.โ
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Heโs convinced youโre magic because โno one should be allowed to be that warm and bright in a town this dusty.โ He says it completely seriously.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ On your day off, he showed up at your door with two horses and took you on a picnic to his favorite hilltop. He was so proud when you told him it was the best day youโd had in months.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Gojo lets exactly one person touch his hat โ you. You once put it on your head while teasing him and he went bright red under his tan.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ started helping around the diner on busy days without being asked โ carrying heavy trays, fixing the loose step out front, and charming all the old ladies who adore him.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Every time you laugh at one of his dumb jokes, he looks at you like he just won the biggest prize in the county.
เซฎโ cowboyjo โ โแ Heโs already decided (and loudly told his best friend Geto) that heโs going to marry โthat sunshine waitressโ one day. He just hasnโt worked up the courage to say it to youโฆ yet.
เญง โงโห ๐๐๐๐ ๐.๐๐๐๐๐๐ and his pretty secretary... or fiancรฉ..? โ โฐ
everyone thinks gojo satoru, heir to japanโs largest corporation, is impossible to tie down. Cold, arrogant, and rumored to have a different woman on his arm every week. so when he suddenly announces that his overworked secretary is actually his fiancรฉe, the entire company is left stunned.
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เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who treats the entire office like his personal kingdom. People straighten up the second they hear his shoes clicking down the hallway, but somehow he always seems especially irritating with you. He drops folders onto your desk with a lazy, โNeed this done before lunch,โ then disappears before you can argue.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who is annoyingly perfect at his job. Cold, efficient, untouchable. Even when youโre furious at him, you canโt deny heโs good at what he does, which only makes your resentment worse because he clearly knows it too.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose office smells expensive. Crisp cologne, coffee, and the faint scent of whatever luxury detergent rich people use. You hate that you associate the smell with long nights spent working overtime because of him.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who doesnโt flirt with you at first. Thatโs the problem. He flirts with everyone else. Receptionists giggle when he walks by, executivesโ daughters practically throw themselves at him during company dinners, and gossip spreads about whatever model or actress was spotted leaving his penthouse that week.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who makes you stay late constantly, then has the nerve to look confused when you snap at him one night and tell him you actually have a life outside this company.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who starts unconsciously relying on you for everything. His coffee order. His schedule. Which tie matches which suit. Heโll bark, โWhereโs my blue file?โ across the office before remembering other employees exist.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose grandfather absolutely adores you because youโre the only employee who doesnโt kiss his grandsonโs ass. The old man laughs every single time you glare at Gojo during meetings.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who accidentally blurts out that youโre his fiancรฉe during a family dinner because he panics after hearing the words arranged marriage for the tenth time that night.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who immediately turns to you afterward like youโre the unreasonable one for looking horrified.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who says, โJust play along for a little while,โ as if he didnโt just ruin your entire life in front of a room full of billionaires.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose family becomes obsessed with you overnight. Suddenly flowers are arriving at your desk. His grandmother wants your ring size. His grandfather keeps asking when the wedding is.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who offers you an absurd amount of money to keep pretending to be engaged to him, and gets offended when you tell him heโs insufferable enough that no amount of money feels worth it.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who starts acting weirdly protective once the fake engagement begins. If another executive talks down to you during meetings, Gojo cuts them off with an icy smile that makes the entire room tense.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who insists on driving you home after late nights because โmy fiancรฉe taking the subway at midnight looks bad for me.โ
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who absolutely cannot act normal during fake couple moments. Heโs smooth with everyone else, but with you thereโs this strange stiffness to him sometimes, like heโs overthinking every little thing.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who stares at you for half a second too long the first time you fix his tie before an event. His ears go slightly pink, and he immediately gets mean afterward to compensate.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who learns your habits embarrassingly quickly. He knows exactly how you take your coffee, which snacks disappear first from the office vending machine, and when youโre about to get a stress headache before you even say anything.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who keeps accidentally slipping into domestic behavior. Holding doors open for you automatically. Saving you a seat during meetings. Texting you when he gets home after business trips without realizing how boyfriend-ish it sounds.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who gets irrationally annoyed whenever someone calls you by your last name instead of โMrs. Gojoโ during fake engagement events.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who has a massive penthouse that somehow still feels lonely. The first time you go there for contract-related fake dating reasons, you realize how empty it actually is despite all the expensive furniture.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who secretly likes when you yell at him because everyone else is too intimidated to do it. You call him an arrogant asshole to his face and he just stares at you with this weirdly entertained look.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who is horrible at receiving care. If he gets sick from overworking, he insists heโs fine while looking seconds away from collapsing at his desk.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who starts smiling more around the office after the fake engagement begins, and everyone notices immediately. Unfortunately for you, this leads to endless teasing from coworkers asking if youโve โfinally tamedโ him.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whoโs terrifyingly good at physical affection in public. His arm around your waist feels natural. His thumb rubbing circles against your hand during family dinners feels natural. Which is a problem, because none of it should feel real.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who has absolutely zero actual relationship experience despite his reputation. You assume heโs some experienced playboy because of rumors and tabloid gossip, meanwhile heโs internally fighting for his life every time you get too close to him.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who one day realizes heโs started thinking of you as his real fiancรฉe long before either of you have actually talked about feelings.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who shows up one morning and finds you asleep at your desk because you stayed up helping your parents with the family restaurant/store/accounting stuff the night before.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whose fridge contains imported water, expensive champagne, and literally nothing else meanwhile your familyโs fridge is packed with leftovers, labeled containers, and six different sauces in reused jars.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who cannot comprehend why you refuse to let him buy you expensive things. The first time he casually hands you a designer bag because โyou looked at it too long,โ you nearly throw it back at his head.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who gets dragged to your neighborhood for the first time and looks hilariously out of place in his luxury suit while old aunties openly gossip about him from across the street.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ whoโs painfully aware your parents donโt trust him at first. To them heโs just another cold rich man who probably sees their daughter as disposable.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who slowly starts looking forward to dinners at your house because itโs the first time in years someoneโs made him feel like part of a family instead of a business asset.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who slowly starts looking forward to dinners at your house because itโs the first time in years someoneโs made him feel like part of a family instead of a business asset.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who nearly malfunctions the first time your mom fusses over him and packs him leftovers to take home.
เซฎโ satoru โ โแ who has no idea how normal people function. You once mention waiting for payday before buying something and he genuinely pauses because the concept has literally never applied to him before.
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Shoko glides her tongue right between your puffy folds, flicking onto your clit and making you gasp out, head falling back against the pillows that smell just like her.
'Mnh, you like that, hmm?' She's damn near laughing at you, her nails pressing into your thighs, dark eyes lidded and dilated almost black. "Answer, sweets."
"Mhm!" All you can do is arch more for her, for your roommate who you never thought would be drinking your cunt up. You'd come home utterly horny despite your date being the worst, and Shoko's eyes had locked right in between your thighs, where slick was dribbling.
Need help?
Who the fuck were you to turn down that? To gently tug at her silky dark locks as she trails her fingers through that fucking mess you're making, humming on your clit, your juices drooling down her chin.
"Ngh! Shoko!"
She slurps it all up, slender digits pumping inside your needy walls, she can't help but grind right up against that pillow between her thighs, hoping she can swallow all your clear cum before your other roommates get there.
She just knows Satoru and Suguru will be so fucking mad she tasted you first.
Well, their fault for going to an all day movie marathon, even better for her to part your folds and spit on your clit, smiling at your gasp, at your shaky thighs.
"Have you not been eaten out?" You shake your head. "I'll take good care of this pretty pussy, don't worry."
She's dragging the flat of her tongue on your clit even faster, your screams echoing in the apartment as she drinks your cunt right up, her two fingers stretching out your messy hole. The squelches alone are loud and filthy as you feel your core tightening, closer and closer, blood rushing through your ears.
That's when you hear it.
The door opening, two idiot men laughing and shoving each other, but Shoko doesn't relent one bit, no, she keeps fingering you, looking back at the men at the doorway with dropped open mouths, smirking with her slick face.
"Oh you're so mean," Satoru looks at you now, his eyes dilated bright fucking blue - "I wanted to eat her first!"
"Y-you did?" Your brows draw together in confusion, Satoru strips his pants off so quickly it's fucking comical, as that little pink tongue hits your twitchy clit again, you can see his cock slapping his flat abdomen.
Suguru is still utterly mesmerized by the sight of not just you - but Shoko's pussy right in the air.
"I've already had your panties in my mouth," Satoru walks over and leans forward, stroking his veiny cock now, whining out as your mouth kisses the tip. "Please, pretty girl, wear this as your gloss?"
"You're so fucking corny," Shoko mumbles, leaning up to nip your hip with her sharp teeth, Satoru's gliding his tip in and out of your mouth, Suguru moving closer, eyeing the sight of you.
How filthy you must look.
Thighs spread, her head between your thighs, a pink tip leaking white into your mouth. Suguru can't help but glide two fingers and slide them inside Shoko's cunt, leaning over and pressing kisses right along your ribcage, dark hair falling against your skin.
"You're that wet licking her, huh? Slutty pussy," she moans out, her tongue working you faster, but he yanks them right out, making her huff in frustration.
"You're an idiot too," she swears, Suguru sucks her juices off his fingers, just to tug your head away from Satoru's cock, leaning over you now. You're so fucked out and needy, from all three roommates all over you, it's impossible to take it.
"Open f'me, princess," Suguru murmurs, you do just that, opening wide as he spits Shoko's juices right in your mouth, the sight of it having them pause for just a moment. "Mmm... good girl."
You cum right on Shoko's fingers, they all avidly watch - Satoru's milky drops falling on your face."
"My turn," Suguru hums, making Satoru scowl.
"My turn!?"
"I'm not done yet, go jerk off in the corner," she orders, but they really just don't listen.