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try as he might, nerdjo never could have guessed that he had a pain, or worse, humiliation kink.
he knew he was a pathetic simp for you—that was just a gross fact, like the way his words would stumble whenever you pressed the feeblest kiss on his cheek. but he hadn't walked into this hoping to get off on you hating his guts. that was too sick, even for him.
it was a complete tragedy when it first happened. you were screaming your head off over his constant postponement of your shared group work, and your hand just swung out, smacking his cheek. it wasn't even a hard hit, but the shock of your rage confused his sensations.
his vision swam, and an instant heat burned his face alongside an odd twinge. he readjusted his askew glasses with a defiant hand, trying to scoff and mutter something about you being "unreasonably dramatic and prissy" when he felt that ugly, sudden pressure straining his jeans.
when you eventually realized, you went stone still, eyes dropping straight down. “satoru, are you..?”
he just shriveled up, trying to wiggle away, shifting his hips sideways to hide the evidence. "w-why are you looking there? it's a perfectly normal response for a guy!"
meanwhile, he was praying silently to an almighty power, begging for you to just look away. but by every contrast, you did the cruelest thing you could think of. you pressed your thigh against his groin, grinding firmly. a tiny "oof" escaped satoru's lips, his hips giving a needy twitch.
“you’re hard?” your words felt like a court's final sentencing order that scared the living shit out of him. “you seriously get off on this?”
the horror washed over his pale face, suffocating him severely, but even then, he tried to push your shoulder back with a weak laugh. "get off on you? please, as if your awful temper could ever—ah!" he cut himself off as you rubbed yourself on a particularly sensetive area, his eyes flaring up wide. the most disgusting part of his messed-up self was exposed bright-lit under your rage. his whole face was red with embarrassment.
and yet, he got impossibly harder against your leg, a fat lenght twitching in his jeans.
your hand shot down, crushing the denim with all your strength. all your anger, all your nasty frustration went into that squeeze on his cock. why couldn't he just shut his big mouth and agree that he was a smug asshole?
meanwhile, an erotic moan tore out of satoru's throat, the kind you'd stumble across on some cheap, exaggerated porn. his whole body arched, hips bucking into your merciless hand. "a-ah! let go—" he gasped out, his muscly body moving against his own voluntarily decision, pleading for more of this sweet torture. "it's—it's not about you! i already told you that!"
he was really quivering now, sweat dampening his hairline and down his forehead while his hips kept stuttering against your fist.
“a few slaps and you just get a hard-on?” you spat, not easing up the grip for a second. "you really are a freak, still denying it while your dick’s telling on you. disgusting.”
satoru hissed out a breathy whimper, azure eyes squeezed shut behind his overly expensive frames. his body slammed back against the wall, an intense rapture rushing through his entire body. a dark, wet patch bloomed fast through the fabric, right under your palm, moistening your fingers. a reedy whine escaped him as he came into his pants, his legs buckling before he slumped against the wall, completely spent.
best believe, you made a point of hitting him more frequently from then on.
the aisle ! pt3. header art : @/xiaoshy_otp
content: nerd!jo x f!reader. smau series ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”
warnings: slow burn, awkward toru, bsf geto n shoko, cursing, fluff, std mention, malcom todd cameo
the aisle ! pt2. header art : @/xiaoshy_otp
content: nerd!jo x f!reader. smau series ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”
warnings: slow burn, awkward toru, bsf geto n shoko, cursing, fluff, one kys joke, everyone is chronically online (projection sorry)
pt3 here!
the aisle ! pt1 . header art : @/xiaoshy_otp
content: nerd!jo x f!reader. smau series ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”
warnings: slow burn, awkward toru, bsf geto n shoko, cursing & fluff for now…tbc…
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day in the life w/ sashisu !
jjk roommates au
inc. f!reader (slight x) satoru gojo. w/ suguru geto, shoko ieri
(extras at the end :P)
living with shoko, satoru and suguru was probably the most overstimulating decision you ever made
mornings with them consists of suguru waking up at 8 am every day without fail and does so loudly. immediately switching on the coffee maker that you swear rattles the whole damn apartment
satoru is then the next to get up and is even more annoying about it, barging into your bed room just to poke and prod at your sleeping before “laying” (he jumped) on top of you with his full weight
which very much gets you awake and out of bed, rubbing the satoru-finger-shaped indent blooming already on your cheek
shoko usually wakes up later than the rest of you but if she smells breakfast she’s at the table like she was never absent
you all eat together at the dining table either talking about the most stupidest shit or about work/school
when you all get back home from whatever you were all doing during the day you splay yourself over the couch before suguru nudges you with his foot signalling you to scooch up and as you do satoru hops in beside you both, pressing his thigh against yours with a wink before shoko trudges in and plops herself on the couch
arguing about what to watch is a daily occurrence in the house
suguru always wanting to watch a niche black and white french film which literally everyone else votes against
satoru always wants to watch a unfunny comedy or action film
shoko usually opting for a good sit com but she’s not picky she just wants the two men to shut up
and you just want to relax and watch literally anything at this point
when you do all decide on some shitty chick flick you’re all about 10 minutes into the film before satoru gets restless and hangry (as per usual)
he gets up from the couch to grab snacks and tosses them on the coffee table
you reach for a sweet candy before he rudely slaps your hand away with a small snarl
you grimace at him and hit him with a shove against the shoulder quickly distracting him to then snatch the bag of candy and run off to your room
satoru sprints behind you yelling about thievery, suguru sighing loudly and a muttered “fucking grown woman and man” earning a snort from shoko who eyes up the now abandoned candy
she gives suguru a look before they both race to eat what they can before satoru finally comes back
satoru eventually catches up to you and throws you over his shoulder with a playful seat to the ass (you smack him on the head which makes him yell out) and dropping you down onto the couch. he sighs about all that work making him super hungry now
only to notice literally all the snacks he brought down are gone
his eye twitches as he slowly turns to shoko and suguru sitting on the couch, suguru whistling looking anywhere but at satoru and shoko who’s now found her phone very interesting with chocolate all over her face
he rolls his eyes and sits down with a huff and a mumble under his breathe about them being “fucking animals”
he then pouts throughout the rest of the movie before suguru feels bad and decides to order food
the rest of you order a normal amount of food for a person but satoru being the satoru orders for a fucking pregnant woman
suguru reminds himself to not check his banking app for a while unless he genuinely wants to cry
after the food comes and you all eat together suguru decided to head off to bed first, always so responsible.
satoru, shoko and you usually decide to stay up a little longer. sitting on the couch on your phones talking occasionally or showing a funny tik tok
then sleepiness hits you like a freight train and you wish a goodnight to the two, shoko waving with a murmur about bed bugs and satoru whining for a kiss on the cheek before you go
you ignore that and head off for some much needed rest, knowing in the morning you’ll be awoken by the same stupid shit you usually are
but you wouldn’t have it any other way
extras !
suguru is the cook of the house and takes it incredibly seriously, satoru once called him an asian gordon ramsey. suguru flung a spatula at him
shoko smokes out at the balcony regularly (you like to join her occasionally), suguru complains that the smell is coming into the house
satoru writes his name on his food yet it literally stops none of you from eating it anyway
he keeps doing it
you all quite regularly smoke together
shoko despite always being broke somehow always has weed on her, none of you ask about it
movie nights are a must every night, usually satoru complaining if any of you even try dejecting the idea
you all go out drinking together regularly as well. always stumbling in a mess of limbs cramming yourselves into the small front door
satoru is such a sloppy drunk so you three are left to look after him
shoko and you having weekly girls day while satoru and suguru go out themselves
talks of adopting a cat were on the table until satoru had to begrudgingly admit he was allergic
so you guys settled on a gold fish called ‘spongebob’ courtesy of satoru
petty argument are a regular occurrence, none are ever malicious. it’s always about stupid stuff like laundry, picking what to watch, dishes and satoru being a slob. that one comes up a lot.
sometimes you even have sleepovers in satorus room (his is the biggest) (he’s an asshole and claimed dibs)
bartender toji anyone?? 👀👀👀
satoru is getting old !
s.g x reader. fluff
gojo has a soft spot for you
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there’s a lot of things people say about satoru gojo.
that he’s arrogant. that he’s impossible. that he’s way too powerful for his own good.
all of them are true to an extent.
every sorcerer knows him. it’s hard not to when he walks around like the world belongs to him, all lazy grins and expensive sunglasses, acting like nothing could ever touch him.
the strongest.
except when it came to you. because somewhere along the way, gojo developed the softest spot imaginable for you.
everyone noticed it before you did.
the way his attention followed you around a room. the way he always stood just a little too close. the way his voice got quieter whenever he talked to you.
whenever you’d cry, he’d immediately make his way over to you, hands gently rubbing your back before you even had the chance to hide your face.
“hey, hey,” he’d mumble softly. “don’t do that.” like seeing you upset physically bothered him.
and maybe it did. because satoru gojo was ridiculous about you.
he’d randomly appear beside you with your favorite drink already in his hand, proudly smiling like he’d accomplished something huge.
“you looked tired,” he’d shrug. “so obviously your amazing boyfriend stepped in.”
he’d complain nonstop if you ignored him for too long. dramatically dropping himself across your lap or hanging off your shoulder while whining about how “cold” you were being.
if you stayed up too late, he’d notice immediately. “you have eyebags,” he told you once, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.
“kinda cute. but also tragic.” then he made you sit down while he came back with snacks and insisted you rest.
he always touched you without thinking about it too. fixing your collar absentmindedly. brushing lint off your clothes. tapping your forehead whenever you said something sarcastic.
sometimes, it was like he just appeared beside you when you needed him most.
no announcement, no warning, just gojo sliding into your space like he’d always belonged there.
not saying much at first. just being there in that annoyingly comforting way of his.
shoulder brushing yours, head tilted slightly like he was watching you without actually staring.
and every single time, you could feel yourself calm down a little without even realizing it.
like his presence alone had a way of making the world feel less heavy. he’d act casual about it too, like it meant nothing. like he didn’t care that he always ended up close to you.
but his attention never really left you.
“you’ve been quiet,” he said one day, voice softer than usual as he leaned in just a bit. “thinking too hard again?”
you gave a small laugh. “maybe.”
he clicked his tongue like he disapproved, but there was no real edge to it. just fondness hiding underneath.
“that’s dangerous,” he said. “your brain’s gonna overheat.”
you rolled your eyes, and he smiled like that was exactly what he wanted.
a pause stretched between you two, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it never was with him.
then, like it was nothing important at all, he shifted closer and let his shoulder bump yours properly this time, lingering there.
“y’know,” he said lazily, “i think i spoil you too much.”
you glanced at him. “you think?”
“mhm.” he hummed, leaning back just slightly but still not moving away. “can’t help it.”
then his voice dropped a little, softer than before, like it wasn’t meant to be a joke at all. “you’re kind of my favorite person.”
ONE NIGHT ONLY ?
you’d never gone out on a date before. never experienced any semblance of intimacy or any romance that everyone else already seemed to have mastered. kissing? not on your radar. but you got the bright idea to go on a dating app—matching with suguru geto.
PAIRING: suguru geto x fem! reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. alternate universe/no curses. slightly awkward and inexperienced reader. cat dad sugu. consent checks. dry humping/grinding. nipple play. cunnilingus. blow job. unprotected p in v. pull out method. cum eating. some aftercare. stupid humor. pet names. a scientology visit.
NOTE: unfortunately this piece will have to be ripped away from my cold, dead hands. but i do apologize for the instability and for posting it once more <3
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➽────── gojo…has a girlfriend. ──────❥
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gojo knows he’s in trouble when he starts planning things days in advance. real planning, too.
not the lazy “yeah let’s hang out” texts he used to send girls at two in the morning. not the effortless, thoughtless flirting he could do in his sleep.
this is different. you’re different, and it scared him a little, if he’s being honest. because somewhere between the matcha dates and the dinner dates and the multiple galleries you’ve gone to and the nights spent sitting in his car talking long after he should’ve driven home, gojo realized something deeply humiliating.
he likes you in a way that matters. not casually or temporarily or in the fun, fleeting way that he’s used to.
he likes knowing how you take your coffee. likes the way you get quieter when you’re tired. likes the tiny furrow between your brows when you’re concentrating on something. likes that you still roll your eyes at him even after kissing him.
especially after kissing him.
and god, the kissing. he thinks about it constantly. the one that replays in his head was from two weeks ago, outside your apartment after dinner one night, your hand loosely curled in the front of his hoodie while he leaned down into you, slow and careful like he was trying not to scare the moment away. your fingers brushing his jaw while he smiled against your mouth. his hands settling at your waist instinctively every time he saw you.
little kisses in parking lots. outside cafes. against your front door while you quietly told him he was being clingy.
he’s never taken things slow before. usually he’s impatient, careless, all instinct and confidence. with you, he finds that he doesn’t mind it, because every time you look at him softly, every time you text him first, every time you lean into him without thinking, it feels earned. like he’s building something instead of just chasing it.
which is why, on a random thursday afternoon, when he texts:
gojo: come over tonight
gojo: please
your typing bubble appears almost immediately.
you: dramatic
he grins.
gojo: is that a yes
you: sure
and suddenly gojo’s entire body goes into crisis mode. he bolts upright so fast he smacks his knee on the edge of his desk. “fuck.”
downstairs, toji yells, “what’d you break now?”
gojo sprints down the stairs, mind reeling. “didn’t break anything. but she said yes to hangout.”
toji doesn’t even glance up from the couch. “congratulations. your girlfriend agreed to see you.”
gojo points aggressively. “she’s not technically my girlfriend yet.”
geto looks up from his book. “yet?”
gojo freezes. “…shut up.” but then he’s thinking about it.
girlfriend.
the word sits warm in his chest, and suddenly tonight can’t just be a hangout anymore. it has to be perfect.
by six o’clock, the frat house looks unrecognizable, mostly because gojo’s terrorized everyone out of it. he also voluntarily cleaned. there isn’t a speck of dust in sight.
“you’re kicking us out,” toji says flatly.
“temporarily.”
“for a girl.”
“for my future wife,” gojo corrects automatically.
geto bursts out laughing. toji looks physically ill. “jesus christ.”
“leave,” gojo says, shoving at them both toward the door. “go be unemployed somewhere else. or get a girlfriend, like choso.”
“he’s there all the time,” geto says, giving toji a look. “i’ve never seen you leave the house.”
“i leave the house,” he says indignantly. “at least i get action.”
“i get plenty of action,” geto splutters on his way out, the pair arguing until the house empties and the door shuts. gojo stands alone in the suddenly quiet living room and exhales.
okay.
he can do this.
he ordered from your favorite thai place earlier, double checking your usual order from the notes app in his phone like a psychopath. there are flowers on the counter again because now he can’t stop buying you flowers. your favorite movie is already queued up on the tv.
everything smells faintly like takeout and the candle he panic-bought an hour ago because you said you liked how that specific scent reminded you of a bakery.
he stares at the room. fixes a pillow, fluffs it up. checks his phone. checks the food. checks his reflection.
“i’m gonna throw up,” he mutters. then, five minutes later, the doorbell rings, and his heart nearly exits his body.
the last few weeks have felt strange. you've felt strange. the way your phone is suddenly always full of gojo. dumb pictures from campus. blurry selfies where he’s making some ridiculous expression. random messages at two in the afternoon saying things like this guy in my lecture looks exactly like toji if toji had brown eyes and blond hair and lizard lips.
the way your friends - specifically choso's girlfriend - have started looking at you knowingly every time his name comes up. the way you’ve stopped pretending not to smile when he texts you.
it’s unsettling, honestly.
you thought gojo would lose interest after the chase ended. thought eventually he’d get bored once he realized you weren’t going to melt every time he flirted with you.
instead, he got more attentive and affectionate and obvious. like once he realized you liked him back, something in him relaxed completely. he reaches for your hand constantly now, like it belongs there. kisses your forehead absentmindedly while talking. he remembers things you mention once in passing and brings them up weeks later like it’s nothing.
and every time he looks at you, there’s this softness in his expression that catches you off guard so badly it almost makes your chest hurt.
you don’t know what to do with that kind of sincerity, especially because you’re realizing you’d miss it terribly if it disappeared.
you’re still thinking about that when you stand outside the frat house later that night, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before ringing the doorbell.
the door swings open two seconds later and gojo’s standing there slightly breathless, hair messy, eyes wide. he's wearing a black hoodie and grey sweats, and looks unfairly good despite the fact that he looks out of breath. “…hi,” he says.
you stare at him. “did you just run a marathon?”
“no.”
“so you just look athsmatic on a daily?”
“irrelevant,” he says quickly, stepping aside to let you in. “come in.”
you walk inside slowly, immediately noticing how suspiciously clean everything is again. you narrow your eyes. “did you disinfect the walls?”
gojo shuts the door behind you. “maybe.”
“and it smells like a candle store in here.” you turn to face him, small smile on your lips. "it's that scent i like."
“yep.”
you stare at him for another second, then at the living room, the movie already paused on the screen, the takeout containers neatly set out. the flowers, again.
your chest does that annoying thing, again.
“you’re unbelievable,” you mutter softly.
gojo’s grin flickers nervous around the edges this time. “is that bad?”
“i haven’t decided.”
he laughs quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. you set your bag down while gojo hovers nearby awkwardly, like he wants to kiss you hello but is overthinking it.
you look up at him finally. “…what.”
“nothing.”
“liar.”
“okay,” he says immediately. “i wanted to kiss you.”
you roll your eyes a little, but step closer anyway. his hands settle automatically at your waist when you tilt your head up toward him, and the second your lips touch, he melts.
every time.
it still surprises you a little, how gentle he is with you. gojo kisses like he’s trying to savor something, slow and warm and careful, like he’s still amazed you let him do this at all.
when you pull away, he follows for half a second unconsciously before catching himself. you smile faintly. “clingy.”
“yeah,” he says, entirely unashamed. “really bad actually.”
you laugh softly under your breath and it makes him look stupidly pleased with himself.
god.
you’re so in trouble.
later, you’re curled up together on the couch, your legs draped over his while the movie plays quietly in the background mostly ignored. gojo’s fingers are tracing lazy patterns against your ankle absentmindedly while he talks about something to do with campus drama.
you’re not really listening. you’re watching him instead.
the way he smiles halfway through stories and the way he talks with his hands when he gets excited and the way he keeps looking over at you like he’s checking you’re still there.
it’s strange. you’ve dated people before. talked to people before.
but nothing has ever felt this…safe. with gojo, you never feel like you have to perform coolness or detachment. you don’t have to calculate texts or pretend not to care.
he just likes you, openly and fully. without making you guess. somewhere along the way, you realized you’ve started doing the same thing back. the realization settles warm in your chest right as gojo suddenly goes quiet beside you.
you glance up. he’s staring at you again. there’s that look.
“what,” you murmur.
he hesitates this time. something about that instantly makes your stomach tighten. gojo sits up a little, suddenly nervous enough that you can practically feel it radiating off him.
“okay,” he says. “don’t laugh.”
your brows lift slightly. “that’s never a good start.”
“seriously.”
you study him for a second before nodding once. “…okay.”
he exhales slowly, then reaches beside the couch. flowers again. pretty lilacs. you stare at them, then at him, and suddenly your heartbeat is enough to make you dizzy.
“gojo…”
“wait,” he says quickly, already looking panicked. “lemme finish before i psych myself out.”
you go quiet immediately. he shifts closer on the couch, holding the flowers carefully now and handing them to you. you hold them softly in your lap, looking at him, and for the first time since you met him, satoru gojo looks genuinely scared.
not nervous-flirty, or awkward. scared. like your answer matters too much.
“i know this is probably stupid,” he says quietly. “and i know we haven’t been doing this for that long, but—” he laughs softly under his breath. “i really like you.”
your chest aches instantly.
“and i think,” he continues carefully, “you might actually be the first person i’ve ever wanted something serious with. i've...i've never had a girlfriend. like, a real one. or dated. it's always been just casual with people but with you, i.—i want something else, y/n.”
your throat tightens. gojo looks down briefly before meeting your eyes again. “i just…” he smiles nervously. “i wanna keep doing this. all of it.”
you don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you like this before, like you’re something precious. he looks at you like you're something he's terrified of losing before he even really has it.
“so,” he says softly, “can i be your boyfriend?”
and suddenly everything in your chest goes painfully warm, because the answer has been obvious for weeks now. probably longer. you just didn’t realize how badly you wanted to hear him say it out loud.
gojo notices your silence almost immediately and starts panicking. “okay, wait, actually don’t answer yet if you don’t want—”
you cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him. harder this time, more certain. his breath catches sharply against your mouth, his hands tighten instinctively at your waist. you pull back just enough to feel him chasing your lips again, and you smile softly.
then whisper against his mouth, "obviously."
the look on his face afterwards makes your heart feel hopelessly, utterly gone.
gojo kisses you like he still can’t quite believe this is real. the flowers get abandoned somewhere on the couch between you as he pulls you closer, one hand warm against your waist while the other slides carefully up your neck. his thumb brushes along your jaw and you feel him smile shakily against your mouth when you kiss him back harder.
“obviously,” you’d whispered.
and he genuinely thinks that might be the best thing anyone’s ever said to him. “you’re my girlfriend,” he says suddenly against your lips, sounding a little dazed by it.
you snort softly. “don’t make it weird already.”
“too late,” he murmurs immediately. “i’ve been weird about you for, like, a month.”
you laugh quietly into the kiss and something about the sound seems to make him lose composure entirely, because suddenly he’s kissing you deeper, more desperate now that he knows for sure you want him too.
his hands slide up your waist carefully, fingertips pressing into the soft fabric of your shirt while he leans into you fully this time, warm and dizzying and so obviously gone for you it almost makes your chest ache. you can feel him smiling against your mouth.
“and boyfriend,” he murmurs between kisses, sounding a little stunned by it. “you called me your boyfriend.”
“i actually didn’t,” you mumble back.
“basically did.”
“delusional.”
“happy,” he corrects softly.
your stomach flips annoyingly hard and you kiss him again before he can see it on your face.
that seems to completely derail his remaining brain function. his grip tightens slightly at your waist, pulling you closer against him until your legs are tangled together on the couch, and suddenly the whole thing feels warmer somehow. slower.
the movie’s still playing quietly somewhere behind you, forgotten entirely now. gojo kisses like he’s learning you by memory and every time you kiss him back harder, he melts for it instantly.
it's addictive, honestly. you pull back just enough to breathe and his eyes open slowly, half-lidded and fixed on your mouth like he’s trying very hard to think about anything else and failing miserably.
he looks ruined already. you almost laugh. “you’re staring again,” you murmur.
“can you blame me?”
“yes.”
“that’s unfair.”
you hum softly, fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck. he visibly shivers at that.
interesting. your eyes narrow slightly and gojo notices immediately. “…what.”
“nothing.”
“that look means something.”
“you’re sensitive.”
his face goes pink instantly. “i’m not sensitive.”
you drag your nails lightly against the back of his neck again just to test it. his breath catches then he glares at you weakly while you try not to smile.
“you are,” you say quietly.
“okay,” he mutters, voice already rougher now. “maybe a little.” before you can answer he pulls you back in, exhaling sharply against your mouth, one hand sliding up your side carefully before settling at your jaw, tilting your face toward him deeper.
you end up half in his lap at some point without either of you acknowledging it. his fingers brush against the bare skin just under your shirt and he pauses for half a second like he’s checking if that’s okay. when you nod, he pulls it off of you, breath catching in his throat because is dream girl is in a bra and shorts sitting in his lap, on his couch. and dream girl = his girlfriend. his girlfriend. his girlfriend.
your heartbeat feels ridiculous now. gojo keeps mumbling little things against your lips, his hands sliding up over your stomach, over your chest to cup you over your bra.
pretty girl.
my girlfriend.
you're so beautiful.
every single one makes your stomach flip over harder. “you talk too much,” you whisper finally, trying very hard to sound unaffected while he kisses along your jaw.
“can’t help it,” he murmurs against your skin. “i’m having, like, the best night of my life right now.”
you laugh softly and comb your fingers through his hair at the base of his neck. he goes still, and you remember that he's sensitive there, and you smirk a little. “what?”
gojo just looks at you. “nothing,” he says quietly. “i just really, really like you. and you have no idea how long i've been wanting to kiss you.”
"we've kissed before," you say.
“yeah, but now it’s official kissing. official kissing and you're in a bra.”
you stare at him flatly for half a second before laughing despite yourself.
he looks at you like you hung the moon personally. it makes your chest ache in this unbearable, warm way. “c’mere,” he murmurs quietly.
you barely have time to process the words before he’s kissing you again, slower this time, sinking deeper into the couch with you half sprawled against him.
he stares at you straddling him and he hoodie off, cheeks tinged red. you have to will your expression to stay neutral - you knew gojo was fit, but he was hiding that under his clothes?
talk about sleeper build.
"i know, i know," he says smugly, like he knows what you're thinking, and you click your tongue, scraping your fingernails down his chest to pull a reaction out of him. his abs tense and he moans softly, immediately going a deeper shade of red after like he's embarrassed of the sound.
gojo looks horrified immediately after, one hand flying up over his face while the other stays firm at your waist like he physically can’t let go of you now. “fuck,” he mutters into his palm. “ignore that.”
your brows lift slowly. “was that a moan?”
“no.”
“sounded suspiciously like one.”
“i’m choosing not to participate in this conversation.”
you laugh softly and his eyes flick back to your face instantly, expression helpless. there’s something almost unfairly endearing about him like this. satoru gojo, campus flirt, serial menace, chronic ego problem, completely ruined because you scratched your nails down his chest a little.
you drag your fingers lightly over his stomach again just to see what happens. his entire body tenses beneath your hand and his lips part slightly, eyes screwing shut. “…you’re evil,” he says weakly.
“you're sensitive,” you correct, dragging your nails up until they scrape softly against his nipples. he whines again, both hands gripping your waist so hard you're sure there'll be bruises tomorrow.
“y/n--”
you hum innocently and kiss him again before he can recover and his hands are sliding along your thighs carefully. you kiss him slower this time, feeling the way he exhales softly against your mouth when your fingers slide into his hair again. he leans into it instinctively, head tilting just slightly into your touch.
affection-starved, you think suddenly.
the realization makes your heart hurt. gojo acts like someone who’s always wanted, always chased, always desired, but this version of him feels different. softer around the edges, like nobody’s ever really held him gently before.
your hand brushes his cheek. his eyes open immediately. “what,” he whispers.
you shake your head once. “nothing.”
he studies your face for a second like he knows there’s more to it than that, but then your thumb brushes over his bottom lip and his thoughts visibly short-circuit again. “you’re really pretty,” he says quietly, like it just slipped out.
“you’ve said that already.”
“yeah, well.” his hands tighten slightly at your waist. “still true.”
your chest feels dangerously soft. you kiss him again, addicted, and his hands slide back over your thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin through your shorts. you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. you circle his nipples again gently and he makes another quiet sound before catching himself. your eyes flick up immediately, his face goes red on impact.
“don’t,” he warns weakly.
“don’t what.”
“look at me like that.”
“like what?”
“like you’re about to make fun of me.”
you smile a little against his mouth. “you keep making noises.”
“you keep touching me,” he shoots back instantly, scandalized.
you laugh softly and his expression goes completely helpless again. god. he looks so gone for you. your fingers slide through his hair slowly and he leans into your hand instinctively, eyes fluttering shut for a second. something about that tiny unconscious movement makes heat curl low in your stomach.
you kiss along his jaw this time just to feel him shiver. “you’re doing that on purpose now,” he murmurs. "you're evil."
you smile and his hands drift carefully beneath your thighs, pulling you closer against him until your chest is pressed against his bare skin. you can feel his heartbeat now. it's fast. really fast. you glance down briefly, then back up at him. “you nervous?”
“terrified, actually.”
you kiss him down his neck now, sucking at the junction of his collarbone, and one of his hands slides up your back carefully, fingertips brushing against your bra strap before settling there. "can i take this off?" he murmurs, voice strained from restraint, and when you nod against his skin he exhales almost in relief, unclasping it with practiced ease.
you’re looking at him with your hands in his hair and your lips swollen from kissing him and trusting him enough to let him touch you like this, and for once in his life, gojo feels almost overwhelmed by how badly he wants to do everything right.
“still okay?” he asks quietly.
you nod once. his hands slide the straps carefully down your shoulders, slow enough that it makes your skin prickle, and his breath catches softly when the fabric falls away completely.
for a second, he just looks at you in silence. your face warms. “don’t stare.”
“can’t help it,” he murmurs honestly, hands coming up to cup your tits, squeezing them gently. there's genuine awe all over his face like he can't believe he gets to have this. gets to have you.
the warmth of his bare skin against yours makes everything feel hazy. the room smells faintly like the candle still burning somewhere behind you and the forgotten takeout on the coffee table and gojo’s cologne.
it’s dizzying. he kisses down your neck again, slower than before, and your fingers tighten in his hair when his mouth brushes over your chest. he groans softly at the feeling, forehead dropping briefly against your skin. “fuck,” he whispers quietly.
you feel warm everywhere now and when your hands tug his hair again he groans before kissing you deeply.
the room feels smaller suddenly. warmer. his hands are everywhere all at once but still careful somehow. you shift against him and both of you freeze for a second when you feel how hard he is beneath you.
gojo’s entire face goes scarlet instantly.
“…sorry,” he says automatically.
you stare at him then laugh softly in disbelief. “did you just apologize to me?”
“i don’t know,” he mutters, horrified. “i’m having a very difficult evening.”
you laugh again and he looks so lovestruck hearing it that your heart twists painfully. his expression shifts when you roll your hips onto his lap again, his eyes screwing shut.
"can you--shit." all words die in his throat and he just holds you tighter to him, rocking your hips together, the friction sending heatwaves up the both of you.
"you sensitive here too?" you tease, and his protests turn into whimpers when you lean down and lick a long stripe up his chest, tongue circling his nipple. his hands squeeze your chest, head falling back against the couch cushions when your hands fumble to pull down his sweats, just enough to see the prominent bulge in his boxers.
your heart lurches. you'd heard the campus rumours, but...
"holy hell," you mutter softly when you take his cock out, the tip already blushing red and leaking furiously as it slaps against his stomach. gojo's panting, ears red now too, unable to look you in the eyes.
"stop teasing," he whimpers when you thumb his slit carefully, giggling as you slowly pump your hand down his cock, the pace agonizing.
those campus rumours - go-all-night gojo. seven-inch satoru. (whatever beast between that man's legs is not seven inches. the rumour must apply when he's soft. surely.)
all that talk about stamina, and how "good it is," and all that gossip that used to make your eyes roll.
imagine your surprise when gojo gargles out a moan, hands gripping your thighs tightly, and he cums, cock twitching as he shoots his release across your chest and his stomach.
you go silent.
"i--i swear i usually last longer, fuck," he rambles, mortified. he looks genuinely devastated, bright red all the way down to his neck, chest rising hard while he looks up to the ceiling in complete horror.
“i swear,” he repeats weakly, voice cracking a little. “i’m not usually this pathetic.”
you’re still half laughing, wiping some of the mess from your chest with the edge of his abandoned hoodie. “you came in under a minute.”
“please don’t say the numbers out loud,” he groans immediately, dropping his head back against the couch cushion. “jesus christ.”
"you're a loser," you say fondly. "pathetic as hell."
“okay,” he says, pointing weakly at you. “you were literally in my lap half naked playing with my hair like some kind of evil siren. let’s not act like this was entirely my fault.”
you grin a little and his expression softens helplessly immediately there’s a beat before he sighs dramatically, dragging both hands down his face. “this is horrible. i finally get my dream girl and i blow it in ten seconds.”
"well, we're not done, are we?" you say, giving him a look. gojo swallows thickly, eyes following how his cum drips down the curve of your chest, before snapping back up, shaking his head quickly.
"n--no. not done yet. if you..if you wanna keep going."
"i do," you whisper, kissing his jaw again, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.
“c’mon,” he whispers softly against your lips, arms wrapping tighter around you as he stands carefully from the couch with you still clinging to him.
you laugh quietly in surprise, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. “show off.”
“absolutely,” he murmurs, kissing you again as he carries you toward the hallway.
the bedroom door bumps open behind him a second later.
and when he lays you down against the sheets afterward, looking at you like you’re something unbearably precious, your chest aches with the realization that this means far more to you than you ever planned for it to.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
okay, maybe the rumours were true. go-all-night satoru was pretty accurate. you'd been able to make a couple observations for yourself, too.
1. gojo trembles when he's close. his legs start to shake and he begs. (you tease him about this. actually, you think he likes it when you're a little mean to him.)
2. he keeps going, even if he's shooting blanks. (embarrassment doesn't exist to him, seven rounds in. he just wants to keep going.)
3. though the rumours all claimed his favourite position was doggy, he had you in any way he could see your pretty face. ("wanna see what you look like when you cum", he'd said.)
-> that being said, you'd say (from field research), that he enjoyed cowgirl the most.
4. eight and a half inches.
5. he's a tits guy. definitely.
6. he looks at you too much during sex. like, he won't break eyecontact once you’re into it, like he still can't quite believe it's happening.
7. he is, unfortunately, yours.
8. you think you might be his too.
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gojo
- standing up. i won’t hear anything else
- he’s coming home from work and shoving you against the wall as soon as he comes home
- it’s the easiest and fastest way to get to you so you best bet he’s going it
- the man has no patience
- he always manages to leave a crack or indent on the wall while fucking you, forgetting his own strength
- the amount of times you’ve had to have a repair man into your apartment is ridiculous
- even better if you’re wearing a lingerie set he bought
- he’s ripping that shit off while whispering in your ear from behind that he’ll buy you a thousand more
- but you know he’ll end up destroying them like he had every other time ugh
- the amount of times you’ve had to have a repair man into your apartment is ridiculous
geto
- mating press nghhh
- one big palm splayed across your calf keeping it up to your ear
- and the other toying with your clit
- he’s rough with it as well, slamming into you repeatedly with little to no remorse
- BIGGEST DIRTY TALKER EVER
- he’s so condescending as well
- voice all gravely and octaves lower as he’s fucking you through the mattress
- he’s so so mean as well even going to spank your clit with full force making you jolt against his touch
- he’s calling you his filthy girl all while he’s fucking you until you drool all over his expensive sheets
- he pushes his large digits inbetween your bruised lips slipping the tip of his finger against your tongue telling you to be a good girl and suck
choso
- 69
- once he starts he does NOT stop
- when he’s into it he’s INTOO it
- before you’re even fully sat down on his face he’s stuffing his face into your panties and eating you out through them before even thinking to take them off yet
- and when he does eventually take them off he’s stuffing them in his pocket as a souvenir
- he’s begging you to pull your full weight on his face and if you even hesitate he’s grabbing your thighs and pushing you down onto his face
- overstimulation king to the point you’re BOTH in tears
- he goes from sucking to flicking to straight up sticking his tongue into you
- he’s reaching up to your tits to play with them while he’s working yupp
- all while you’re sucking him dry and you can feel his whimpers and moans vibrating against your pussy.
toji
- unicorn position
- i like to think toji is a soft guy so he’ll start by fucking you nice and slow in a spooning position. sleepy morning sex is a must w him
- but he’s a man and a hungry man thinks of bread
- so he’s lifting your leg with a fist full of your hair pulling your ear to his scarred lips
- just so he can whisper filthy filthy things n get you all flustered
- he’s a little pervert so he’s totally licking and nibbling your ear lobe
- he’ll eventually move the hand holding your leg down to your neglected clit and lay a mean spank to it
sukuna
- FULL nelson
- 2 pairs of rough hands holding your feet up to your ears while a bicep is wrapped around your neck and his last hand playing with your tits
- one cock in your pussy and one in your ass, moving in sync with each other making the overstimulation and stretch almost unbearable
- he’s mocking you while doing all of this laughing at you and making fun of your pathetic whines
- he’s even meaner than toji so he’s slapping you, pulling your hair and calling you the nastiest names (he loves you tho)
- he genuinely takes pleasure in seeing your ruined state and if you think one round is gonna be enough for this monster of a man are SORELY mistaken
yuji
- legs up missionary
- he’s so sweet and attentive about it
- making sure it doesn’t hurt and that you’re comfortable but also destroying your insides at the same time
- he’s just so big
- you can’t even try to tell him that he’s literally making you dumb on his cock
- not when his puppy eyes are eyeing up the bulge in your stomach
- he’s whispering praises against your skin complimenting you endlessly all the while making sure you’re okay every 10 minutes
- he’s so cute i need to die
megumi
- doggy
- he likes to pretend sex doesn’t affect him but you can tell from the way his hands shake while they grasp your hips and his breathing stutters slightly
- he groans softly into your back every now and then making you arch your back further into him
- which sends him into a spiral, growling about some “being a tease” before picking up the pace and grabbing a fist full of your hair
- slamming his hips into the globes of your ass cheeks almost violently
- he’s got your back now pressed up to his chest as he’s groaning out into your ear lowly for only you to hear
18+ angry fwb satoru fucks hard
being in college meant that parties were the norm so you often went with satoru in your spare time, but nothing bad has ever happened and it was fun. that was until satoru struck a nice conversation with another guy where everything was fine until the dude makes the mistake of bringing you up.
satoru was more overprotective than he would admit but this seldom happened.
the other guy talks when it goes quiet. "you see that girl? she's totally hot isn't she?" he grins, ogling you lecherously.
"yeah, i know her," satoru replies. "and she totally is,"
you wished it ended there, but it didn't.
it gets worse when the guy kept going about how you would already be dicked down and fucked thoroughly if he had his ways with you and that makes satoru mad. he mentioned how your pussy wouldn't even be the same (aka stretched out) if he ever gets his hands on you.
you can't deny it's disgusting, however, it was how casual he was with it and that's what made it somehow even worse. he didn't even bat an eye saying disgusting, nasty things about you.
satoru could already feel his blood boiling at this point.
"i bet her pussy—"
THWACK.
there's a hard fist that lands on his face.
the sound was so loud that it makes the whole party stop and stare, dozens of gazes landing on the two men, but satoru simply drags you out into the parking lot, ignoring them all. you see the pain in his blue eyes as he tries to hide it from you.
"hey— what happened?" you ask, worried and staring at his unusually angry face.
he's never crashed out on someone like that before, so imagine your surprise when does something like that. but for some reason... his response is bringing you into the car?
confusion flooded your mind but you got in anyway, terrified of how easily he can turn you inside out, not that he would ever do it.
he's quick to force you down onto all fours and getting close, letting you feel the hard tent in his crotch rubbing against your ass.
it was cramped, yet spacious enough for you two to move around, plus it's not like it's your first time getting fucked by satoru in the car.
he was so rough and aggressive. because this fuck wasn't for the both of you, it was for him. for some sense of relief and way to pent out his frustrations.
his palms were harsh, compelling you to follow his orders which is basically manhandling you.
pulling down your panties, the tip of his cock which is flushed red and leaking precum, starts to align itself. the intrusion is sudden, but hungry. there was nothing loving about it.
the sound of skin slapping was lewd, wet and squelchy from your slick. "mine— you're mine— fuck— take me," he grabs your hips, hands hot and greedy while his head is thrown back, the sounds of skin slapping echoing throughout the vehicle. "i hate him. i hate how he talked about you as if you weren't getting this dick everyday. i'm the one who makes you cum everyday, not him."
his tempo is abusive, not bothering to let you adjust to his sheer size that stretches you apart.
"satoru!" you grab onto the edge of the car seat as you felt him thrusting faster, knees pushing deeper into the seats.
he continues, and you clench around him painfully. he's so big and doesn't even realise how much it's hurting you because he doesn't think of it. all that's going through his mind is the rush of anger and adrenaline as he rams his huge member into you over and over again.
"fuck— fuck— you're mine. only mine." he murmurs, not even realising how he's started to push your head down, how he's practically been forcing you to take his long cock deeper and deeper into your hole, keeping you close to him so nothing slips out, so that you take him whole.
it hurts. it hurts good. you moan between sobs. you want to stop him before you get split apart but you can't.
he abuses your poor clit, groaning while chasing his high, imagining that the asshole of a man is watching while he fucks you, so that he knows you're his.
the knot in your abdomen grows tighter, pressure ever so painful. then it comes undone.
a thick spurt comes inside you, leaking out of your hole but he doesn't stop. his pace stays relentless, persistent. then he halts, panting above you and beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
he doesn't pull out, trying to catch his breath while his cock twitches inside you before getting up and going for round two.
and he's not gonna stop until he breeds you. until everyone knows you're his.
first hangout with frat! kuna — fluff
it's no secret ryomen's extremely charming, whether he wants to be or not. handsome, with striking features and a huge, muscular figure that utterly dwarfs yours. there's no way not to be flustered by him. which is why you said yes when he leaned over your table from when he'd randomly sat beside you in a lecture one day, tapped on your notebook with the back of his pen, and casually said; "hey you. gimme your number."
you thought you were having an out of body experience at first, because why you? what about quiet, invisible you caught his attention? but you managed to gather your bearings enough to type it in on his phone. you'd held it just long enough for you to see the overwhelming out of notifications and messages he had, and instantly felt like this were a setup, joke, or he just wanted your notes or something, but he got your name and pinned your contact to the top of his messages, telling you he'd text you tonight.

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catching print with frat!sukuna
It was just something you saw on Tiktok — a dumb trend you thought was funny.
That's exactly why you were currently in this situation; Sukuna in front of you, sitting bored on the edge of your bed, scrolling on his phone — he should be studying right now.
You were mirroring his position — sitting on the opposite edge giving you a perfect view his whole body. It was the perfect moment he was talking about something while mindlessly looking at his phone.
So, you decided to take a peek. Eyes trailing down, until they met the grey sweats hanging loosly on his hips, the waistband of his boxers giving a preview about what's underneath.
Now looking directly at his bulge, you started guessing. It surely can't be an A with the way the bulge was positioned. You followed the slight outline, which went all the way dow- "Did you listen to a word I was saying?"
"Huh?"
He definetly caught you looking right at his dick. "What you looking at?" His gaze followed your piercing gaze, trying to pinpoint the position of your gaze. Looking at your eyes one last time he connected the dots — a smirk forming on his face.
"Wanna telll me why you're looking at my dick like that?" You blush furiously at his words, finally tearing your eyees away from the now growing bulge. "It's nothing, just something I saw online... It's called catching print — it's like trying to guess the size of a guy's dick based on his print..." You mumble averting your gaze, looking anywhere but him.
His smirk widens, turning almost wicked looking at you with a heated look. "Yeah? Wanna tell me what you found out?" He rasps the tent in his sweats now evident, clearly getting excited at the idea of you thinking so hard about his dick.
"Uhh... I'm thinking maybe C? It wasn't going against your zipper so it probably isn't like anything too small..." You take another look to confirm your thoughts.
"Not too small huh?" He huffs out a laugh; his hand wandering until he was gripping himself through his pants, making the bulge more visible. Definetly D.
He moves closer now, eyes fixated on you, his free hand moving over to take yours, pulling it on his lap.
"Wanna feel for yourself?"
"Yes."
could u possibly do more texts with bf!yuji.. 🥹
bf!yuji texts (″ロ゛)
cont inc. crack, suggestive, yuji has 1 brain cell, reader is mean (he’s into it)