#princeable

You walked over to him with a worried expression and waved your hand in front of his face, trying to garner his attention onto you, “Ken? Hello?” 

He didn’t give you a chance to react before a low growl escaped his lips and he pushed you against the kitchen counter, connecting his lips with yours in an uncontrolled and animalistic demeanour — one he rarely used with anyone. 

You moan into his lips, surprised with the way your boyfriend was handling you, you had never seen him act like this ever before — so uncollected. A big leap from his usual, stoic and calm self. 

Nanami brought his rough calloused hands under your his shirt which made you hiss to his touch. He began fondling your tits, groaning once he felt you under his hands as he continued to smash his mouth into yours, not giving you a moment to breathe. 

“...hic…K-ken…wh-what’s with you today…” You barely managed when you felt your boyfriend latch his mouth onto your sensitive nipple. Unaware of when he lifted up your shirt. 

You moaned out softly when you felt Nanami groan into your mouth as he moved up again to meet your lips. 

“God, did you have to wear my t-shirt like this?” Nanami asked but didn’t allow you time to answer before he sunk down onto his knees. As his face met your hot and dripping core, you felt your knees buckle and tremble. 

When he yanked away your annoying panties he groaned another one of his groans as he flung his head back, as if your pussy was a sight straight from heaven. 

Without a second to waste Nanami sunk into your dripping pussy, his tongue dug deep into your folds as he flicked in and out, in and out. He made sure to get every drip and drop of your juices, he practically drank you. 

When he found his way to your clit, he sucked and flicked it, causing a white surging kind of pleasure that travelled up your spine. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you flung your head back — facing the ceiling. 

You gripped onto your thirsty boyfriend’s hair and pulled him closer to your dripping cunt, grinding on his face to get extra friction on his nose. 

“A-ahh, f-feels s’good Ken,” You moaned into the kitchen, the cold marble counter made you shiver — but you weren’t sure whether or not it was Nanami or the counter that made you shiver. 

Nanami broke away and spat at your pulsing folds, he lathered his saliva all across your clit as he dove back in right away, unaware of his hips rutting on nothing. 

“Pussy so good, so wet all f’me right darling? You like that? Using my face like a toy?” Nanami" cooed into your sopping cunt, the vibration sent another tremble to your thighs, clamping onto your boyfriend’s head as you continued to grind on his face. Moaning his name every second. 

K-Ken…ngh- f-faster…” You pleaded, which your boyfriend responded almost instantly to. 

He latched his tongue into you and drew circles all around as his thumb found his way to your clit. Messily rubbing on it which made your head loll back, unable to even make coherent sentences anymore. The wet obscene squelches of your juices made Nanami’s raging boner grow as he groaned into your pussy, which made your legs clamp around him.

He pried your legs open and growled, “Darling, I-Imma need you to- fuck- stay open f’me kay?”

You gripped onto his hair tighter as you pulled yourself closer onto Nanami’s face, groaning his name, “Y-yes, K-ken…ahh..” 

After he heard your soft, pleading voice he waited no longer before he fastened the pace of his thumb and his tongue. Sucking onto your bundle of nerves, enjoying every second he got to see your eyes roll back. 

Suddenly your rhythm grew uneven, each grind stuttered as weak noises escaped your throat. 

Nanami groaned, “G-gonna cum f’me darling, I can feel- ngh- you’re close…” He said amid punishing strokes of his tongue, each one entered and explored your gummy walls and pressed against every one of your g-spots — which made you moan even louder. 

“K-Ken...fuck- I’m s’close- ahh-” 

He never stopped his relentless pace once, lapping up your juices faster, quicker, and rougher after each declaration you made of your release. He needed to drink you dry after this long day. It was his reward for working so hard. 

Nanami continued to eat you out like he was a starved man until your grinding subsided into a low tremble of your legs, his tongue still moved as he rode you out of your orgasm.

Moaning your name into your pussy and whispering about how perfect you are, how gorgeous you looked in his t-shirt. Sweet nothings that entered your ears as he finally stopped and detached himself from your cunt with a lewd pop. 

He slowly brought his sap covered face close to yours, connecting your lips together as you tasted yourself and his spit, moaning into his embrace and kiss. 

Nanami pulled back first, just to look at you one more time, face flushed, panties discarded, and in his t-shirt. 

As he goes back to the book to try to decipher what Mercutio is trying to say to Romeo he hears a soft giggle sound above him. He looks up and to his surprise his plan is working, it is you who graces his eyes when he looks up. 

You flick your fingers on the cover of the book and sound another chuckle, “Romeo and Juliet…I wouldn’t have expected you to be reading something like this.” 

Satoru blushes, he is so busted. Heat rises up to his face as he makes no effort to hide it, knowing that his efforts will be in vain. 

“W-why don’t you think I would be reading Romeo and Juliet…?” He stutters, trying to avoid your gaze but failing miserably. 

You gesture to the empty seat on the bench next to him and he nods as you sit down, “Well I just didn’t think that the guy that’s plastered on every single university bulletin for being the first of our school to be able to work as an intern at NASA, would be reading Romeo and Juliet.” 

Satoru’s face continues to heat up, pushing up his glasses every two seconds and still actively trying to avoid your knowing gaze. 

You giggle again, “I’m just joking, you don’t have to be this nervous, Romeo and Juliet is quite stupid but it’s not a bad read overall. 

Unlike him, Satoru tries (emphasis on tries) to make a move, he looks at you and uses all the will in his body to not stutter, “Yea, um…wo-would it be okay if you recommend some better books to me?” 

“Yes of course, I’d love to,” You answer, “Meet me in the library during lunch, I have something to get to right now.” 

Satoru watches as you wave him goodbye and disappear with the tranquil state of late morning on campus, heat clinging onto his cheeks, a smile slowly creeping up his lips. 

He couldn’t believe that his plan actually worked, he really thought he was playing another losing game, but the universe happily proved him wrong. He smiles to himself as he feels the book in his hands, opening it up to continue reading, feeling a new sense of responsibility to finish this book and show you that he finished a book that didn’t contain difficult equations.

“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings

And soar with them above a common bound.”

Mercutio says to Romeo, striking Satoru in his heart. Hoping that he will have the courage to ‘borrow cupid’s wings’ and make you his own. 

 — 

Satoru arrives early — 30 minutes early to be exact — unsure as to why he came this early because he is now sitting aimlessly knowing that you won’t be 30 minutes early as well. Because who the hell goes to these things 30 minutes earlier? Satoru Gojo of course, more importantly, a lovesick Satoru Gojo who is so madly in love with you that it’s starting to affect him more and more in his daily life. 

While he waits he picks up Romeo and Juliet again, now on the part where Juliet and Romeo first meet, at the party. Satoru is captivated to say the least, he must admit that he didn’t think he would like it. He thought that Romeo and Juliet was such a bore, they both killed themselves because of a silly mistake. A mistake Satoru would never allow himself to make. 

But now that he is reading it, it is quite romantic. Satoru loves that they love each other so much they couldn’t bear a world without the other, causing them to kill themselves in the thought that the other no longer existed in the world. 

This type of star-crossed love is not one that Satoru ever wants to experience, no, but reading about it is…nice. These two kids who have a love so big for each other that the world couldn’t contain, eventually resulting in the death of the other. 

It’s a tragedy that is beautiful in a sense. It’s beautifully tragic and romantic in a way that gets people thinking, not a simple one where the guy gets the girl and lives happily ever after. 

(side note, this satoru would probably love hurt/comfort)

As he is lost in his thoughts he feels a tap on his shoulder and when he looks up his cheeks immediately flush a bright red colour. 

Satoru isn’t sure if you’re aware of how close your face is to his, an honest mistake on your part when you leaned down to get his attention. 

The proximity makes Satoru’s breath hitch, his breathing growing unsteady and ragged, his heartbeat beating so rapidly it’s as if it wants to break free from the constraints of his body. 

He fumbles with his glasses, pushing it up as his shaky breath fogs it up. 

“H-hi…um…I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” Satoru stutters as he makes a mental note on how pathetic he must sound at the moment. 

You flash him a smile as he makes another mental note on how beautiful you are and how if he dies the last image he wants to see in his head is your smile; The smile that is seemingly brighter than the sun in the small confines of this nook in the library. Your face being his only view and Satoru being more than content with that. 

“Hi, what’s got you so deep in thought?” You prompt after watching him from afar for two minutes as you walk towards him, seeing him immersed inside Romeo and Juliet more than you expected him to.

He opens his mouth and closes it again as he stumbles over his words, trying to cough up an answer he thinks you would approve: a thoughtful analysis or a superficial straightforward answer, or something else. He isn’t sure. 

“I-I…well I think it’s quite romantic, and I know many people might disagree even though this is supposed to be a romance,” He starts as he looks at you looking at him. 

“Well it is undoubtedly romantic, one night is all it took for this handsome guy to want to sacrifice everything for you, I would want that too,” You chuckle at your statement, probably thinking about how ridiculous you sound but all Satoru hears is a proposition for him to take and fulfill. 

“Well…I-I could-” He starts but then stops himself before he does anything rash, afterall you guys have only seen eachother in campus a few times and this is the first time you guys are actually speaking to each other. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable already. 

You clap your hands together and say, “Well let’s start…hmmm…a good book,” You begin to think, eliciting a soft laugh from Satoru who is intently watching you. 

“Well Gojo please note that this is all my opinion and my opinion only, just as I don’t like Romeo and Juliet that much while you think it’s highly romantic — nothing wrong with that by the way — these are all books that I like. “ 

Satoru nods, watching as you continue racking your brain, thinking about how he can just look at you forever. 

You look over to the shelf beside you and you get up to grab the book, “This one, well it’s really famous you’ve definitely heard of it but it’s actually really good.” 

“It’s somewhat similar to Romeo and Juliet in the sense that Romeo and Juliet was a play, and this is a book full of poems,” You say while on your tippy toes, straining to grab the book.

Satoru looks at you struggling and begins to make his way towards you when you start again, “You know about Greek mythology and stuff right?” 

Satoru nods, “Yes of course, I know that I am supposedly a man of science but when people talk to me about greek gods I think it’s cool.”

“Well then you’d like this book, It’s called ‘The Iliad’ I’m sure you’ve heard of it before?” You continue to strain your hands as Satoru makes his way towards you now, closing the distance. The tension in the room shifts just a little, so little that you’d have to be paying such precise attention to notice it. 

“What’s it about?” Satoru asks, his voice breathing down you as you’re now aware of how close he is, his sudden closeness sending a shiver down your spine.

“...I-It’s well…it’s basically about Achilles rage, so he is rea- …a-actually we’re really close I should move and get a stool or som-” You start stumbling through your words as you are made even more aware of the distance — if you can even call it that — between you two, his surprisingly toned chest pressing against your back as his voices bounces off your skin. Leaving you flushing pink. 

He cuts you off as his long arm reaches towards the top shelf, “This one right? ‘The Iliad’?” He asks as he points towards the book. You nod and he brings it down, putting it in your hands while subtly grazing his fingers along the indent of your palms. 

When you turn to face him again you’re yet again reminded of how close the two of you are. The distance becoming a mere memory. 

That’s when you get a look of those intoxicating blue eyes, the ones that have plagued you for god knows how long. Simply reduced to sneaking glances at him around school. 

Satoru notices it too, the distance, gone without so much of a second thought. His eyes flicker, first from your eyes and then down to your lips. He would love to kiss you, he really would, to feel your hands around him.

Satoru leans in without thinking, usually he would stop himself just like how he did just now, but for some reason he doesn’t stop himself this time. Not caring one bit of the consequences. 

He whispers, pausing just short of your lips, “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” 

You smile, too close and too vulnerable to even sound so much as a giggle you continue, whispering just as he was, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrim’s hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer’s kiss.” 

You turn your head and almost scoff, “Quoting Romeo and Juliet already? You do know it’s more of a tragedy tha–” 

He cuts you off, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod, well half a nod because by the smallest movement of your head Satoru already leans in, closing the small distance between the two of you. Needily connecting your lips together. 

Satoru has never done this before so he just lets you trail your hands up to his neck and pull him in closer, allowing your tongue to guide him in this slow desperate dance. 

This has exactly been what Satoru imagined, the kiss, the library, the books. He has dreamed of this kiss the first day he saw you, under the tree reading some obscure poet’s book, headphones in and tuning out the world. 

Afterwards he made sure to know your name, asking all his friends to help him in this pitiful romance journey. And now it has all come up to victory, you have him in his arms. 

You break away and look at him, smiling and he returns it. 

“Romeo, oh Romeo!” You say dramatically when he leans in again, placing another kiss on your lips, soft and intimate. Like a promise of forever. 

Satoru Gojo has always known himself as a man that stuck to the rules, from birth till now — 36 years old working at some lousy tech company. His life long dream of touring the world left behind on the back burner of his wrinkling mind. 

He repeats the same mundane task day after day — work, eat, sleep, and repeat. Even as he is approaching old age (whatever that could mean) he is still repeating optics he knows bores him to death. Until one day work turned into something somewhat less…uneventful. 

Satoru is busying himself with whatever new assignment he was made to do when he sees you, hair swishing side to side, long tight skirt that hugs your curves, and that smile — the one that practically renders Satoru…well speechless. 

He can’t help but stare, eyes burning a hole on your body when your boss calls, loud and clear and annoying. (To Satoru at least)

“Everybody, this is the new intern!” your boss beams. 

His large hand nudges you as he encourages you to introduce yourself. 

“Hello everybody, I am so excited to join you all!” you nervously exclaim when you see a white haired man staring at you with those deep blue eyes. Ones that combat the ocean and the sky — there was nothing as beautiful as them. 

You try not to stare, try not to give a bad impression already — freshly 20, and you finally got this internship after kissing up to every single professor you saw. You are not about to ruin this, not for some beautiful bright haired man who seems to be unable to take his eyes off you either. 

Satoru hurries back to his desk, trying to contain the heat rushing up his face…and also down his pants. It has been a long time since he had felt something so close to…attraction, though he has to push it away. She’s a 20 something college student and now your colleague.

Satoru is shameless but not that shameless, or so he thought.

Now you’re both in the confinement of the printer room and you feel the heat pool down your legs, he’s so close to you but he’s not doing anything but you can see it, feel it even, in the air, he wants you. You know it and you want him too.

Since a week ago when you and him locked eyes during your introduction you knew you wanted him, all of him. His white hair, blue eyes, amazing physique hiding underneath business casual.

In this tiny printer room your seduction might finally work, day after day you’ve been making moves towards him hoping he will finally realize how badly you want him on top of you.

“Goio…can you teach me how to work this printer?” you purr, bending over as your skirt rides up your legs.

Satoru is throbbing and really hard.

He knows what you’re doing and every time he’s been trying to control himself, knowing that once he crosses that line he wouldn’t be able to turn back.

But right now as you’re bending over right in front of him he quite literally can’t take it any longer.

He’s hard, horny, and really sexually repressed, he hasn’t had sex since his 20s and now he’s pushing 40. With you looking so delectable Satoru knows it would be self torture to not indulge in the thing you so clearly want.

Technically he’s doing you a favour.

“Come here,” he says, his voice deep and raspy, making your pussy more soaked than it already is.

Without a second thought you both smash your lips together, sucking each other's lips and tongue messily and frantically without caring because god knows you both need each other so badly. 

You moan into his lips earning a smirk from him.

“You think I wouldn’t notice your many attempts in getting my attention? You want my cock that badly?” Satoru whispers behind your ear as he makes his way down your neck, marking you. 

“Oh believe me I wanted you to notice,” you say, matching his energy.

Soon his fingers find his way towards your clothed clit. Wet, soaking, and inviting. 

With only a brush of his fingers you are ready to melt into him, already moaning his name softly.

Hearing you moan his name only motivates him more, pulling your panties to the side now, the cold air hitting your clit, making you shiver. 

He goes and kneels down, teasing his way up your thighs and towards your inviting pussy, pulsing and waiting for him.

“Hmmm, princess,” he says before diving into you, his tongue curling and sinking inside.

Each lick seems to be elevated and echoed in the small confinement of the printer room. The lewd sounds filling up the room so much making you blush.

“Hmmmm Gojo,” You moan as you shove your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, locking your legs around his waist. 

He smirks, he’s so happy to be lapping up your juices and curling against your sweet spot, earning a hearty moan that escapes your lips.

“Shhh princess you don’t want to get caught now,” Satoru says as he continues, now inserting a finger into you.

You put your hand against your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he inserts another finger. Each one of his long fingers hitting every one of your g spots without fail and he knows this. Relishing in your reactions knowing that he’s the best you’ve ever had.

“Princess, I think it’s time,” Satoru says, breathless as he undoes his belt.

“Mhmmm,” You say, unable to even make coherent sentences anymore 

Satoru pulls down his pants and his huge, huge, cock springs free, slapping his lower abdomen and revealing his white happy trail. Just that sight alone is enough to make you cum.

“Come here princess, spread it open for me,” Satoru purrs.

“It’s so big, Gojo it won—“

“Call me Satoru, princess,” he says as he lines up with your entrance and thrusts his huge length all the way in. 

You moan, loudly, and immediately cover your mouth, as the printer you’re hoisted up against is now shaking.

He is pumping you full, actively fucking all your thoughts away, words now non existent.

“Satoru…Satoru…SATORU!” Tears are now brimming in your eyes, making his length grow?????

WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID GET BIGGER!? 

“Feel me here princess?” Satoru says as he presses his fingers on your stomach with his bulge showing through.

“Please Satoru faster, I’m so close please,” you moan.

His balls slap, slap, slapping into your clit, moans threatening to come out of your mouth. “Toru…ngh…please.”

The nickname really gets him going, you just look so beautiful under him, hair all messy, tears in your eyes. This truly is a sight for sore eyes, this alone could get him up every morning.

You moan again, but you shove it down your throat in a fear of getting caught, “Satoru, I’m so fucking close.” Your eyes are basically at the back of your skull now.

Sweat is now dripping down his forehead and making his beautiful white hair stick to his forehead. He is stuffing you full and you never want it to end, “S’tight around me princess,” his words slur as he feels you tighten around him. 

“Toru please…” You moan, your legs getting weaker and weaker as they slip down his back to flail around his hips. 

You feel yourself tighten up and then you feel yourself clench and your spurt all around his length, legs shaking and breath uneven. 

“Satoru, ngh.”

“Just a second princess I’m almost there.”

He speeds up, his thrusts losing the precision it had at the beginning, now everything is a slopping mess of slaps and erotic noises, but you’re definitely not complaining.

As you’re riding out your orgasm you feel his coming as well.

“I’m close princess,” He says lazily as he continues to pump into you, balls clenching up. 

And with a final thrust he comes undone, the office composure he holds up crumbles without a bit of hesitation as he fills you up, this time with his cum instead of his cock.

Warmth spreading across your body as you shiver under his grasp, his face cradling against your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

Satoru removes himself from you and relishes at the sight of you, ropes of cum dripping down your entrance.

He sticks his fingers into your bullied pussy and inserts it into your mouth, making him drink his cum.

“Hhmmm princess you really make a work day better,” Satoru groans as he feels your warm mouth wrap against his fingers.

He kisses you now softer, less frantic, and whispers, “same time tonight?” 

You nod, unable to speak or even breathe as he leaves the room, leaving you to clean up the mess alone, cum still leaking out of you, sweat overtaking your body.

“I fucking love this company,” you mutter under your breath.

He fumbles, the (non alcoholic) drink in his hand spills and leaves him a wet mess as you make your way towards the other room, not a single look spared to the poor, or in this case — Satoru. 

Satoru quickly runs to Suguru, ripping him apart from the girl which earns him a sharp glare. 

“What the hell,” Suguru shoots, annoyed. 

Glasses askew and mind still wandering, Satoru starts, “That is not important right now, you have to tell me just who is that girl?” He points over to you. 

Suguru scoffs, in a knowing way, “Of course, Satoru um hate to break it to you but…lets just say she’s way and i mean way out of your league.” 

An exasperated sigh escapes Satoru’s lips, I mean it’s nothing he hasn’t experienced before, he knows that he’s not usually the kinda guy that attracts pretty and popular college girls. He knows that but he wants to try, I mean what’s the harm in trying? 

The worst is that you reject him and the best is that you end up on top of him…you know?

“Can’t I just try?” Satoru asks Suguru as Suguru examines him: digimon hoodie, glasses perpetually tilted and slipping off, hair everywhere but the right places, so no. If he tries Suguru knows he’s going to get his heart broken. 

Suguru gestures to you, grinding on some frat guy, oh actually two frat guys, and the world’s most annoying guys — Toji and Sukuna — so great, Satoru actually does have no chance. 

Suguru sucks in air through his teeth and sighs, “But…Satoru you should still try, do I think she’d ever say yes? No…but I do think that there is no harm in trying, maybe you’ll charm her with your many facts on physics, space, and digimon!” 

Satoru punches Suguru lightly in the chest, sending him a small chuckle, “Now you’re just making fun of me.” 

“Yea but I’m also encouraging you, it’s about time you got some action,” Suguru urges, so Satoru nods. With a small glimmer of confidence growing in his chest he looks up from his drink to try to find you, but when he looks up he finds himself being greeted not by your body but your eyes — staring at him from across the room. 

He immediately looks away, flush rushing up to his face, unsure of what to do. 

You’re talking now, whispering into your friend's ear about something, are you making fun of him? Satoru can’t be sure. 

Suguru nudges, “Come on.” 

And with one final nudge Satoru starts making his way towards you, closing the distance as he feels his heart beat thump unsteadily in his chest — like it’s trying to break free. 

Then he finally makes it to the section you’re in, housing some kind of cocktail that is bound to give you a nasty headache tomorrow morning. 

In some kind of new found confidence and sense of security Satoru taps your shoulder, causing you to turn around and break away from your conversation. 

When you turn around you are met with a flustered Satoru Gojo who seems to have short circuited by seeing your face up close — the world seemingly frozen for him right now. 

“Is there…something you need?” You ask Satoru, who is silent and nervous, fidgeting with his fingers and avoiding your gaze. 

He pushes his glasses up as they continue to slip down his face, each time he does it he stutters, causing him to be unable to start his sentence, making his face flush an even brighter shade of red. 

“U-uhm…I’m Sa–Satoru Gojo…” he manages to let out, already cursing himself under his breath for how pathetic he looks and just as he’s about to walk away and accept defeat, you laugh. 

In front of him he sees you laugh, the way your eyes light up and the way you look 10 times brighter under the neon lights. 

“Excuse me?” Satoru replies, palms still sweaty and still pushing up his glass every two seconds. 

You drag your hand across his arm that is exposed by the rolling of the sleeves of his hoodie — he is surprisingly built — letting your touch linger on purpose. 

You know what you’re doing, oh definitely. You have had your eyes on this one for the past two months, every time you see him studying in the library or eating in the cafeteria you turn into an untamable fit of giggles. 

His cute glasses, silly hoodies, and his mountains of textbooks all attacked your heart simultaneously and left you defenseless. 

“I think it’s cute,” You say, touch still lingering on his arm, “Your glasses and your stutter.” 

He melts, just melts into your words and your touch, the flush rushing up to his ears now, stutter growing immensely as he continues to fumble, “W–what really?” 

“Come here,” You say as you slowly grab his hands and interlock it with yours, pressing his hands to the small of your back, and lower, and lower, causing a small whine to escape his lips. 

You let your arms free and then wrap it around his neck, shrinking the gap between you both even more, practically an inch apart, lips threatening to touch. 

He leans in first, maybe the spike in his confidence rises because Satoru got you — one of the most sought after girls on campus to say he’s cute and even hold his hands? Well he’d say he has some kind of magic charm he didn’t know about. 

And when he leans in you don’t back away, quite the opposite in fact, you lean in, allowing him to kiss you. Granted the kiss is messy and needy but it’s true, you want him and god does he want you.

As you kiss you allow his hands to roam across your body, the heat in your gut pooling slowly but surely. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but he’s clearly a gifted natural because every movement has you unknowingly grind into him, moving along to the music and the kiss. 

When you break away from the kiss panting and he looks defeated, like a sad puppy that’s been kicked. 

“Did I do something wrong? Was I really bad? I can do better I promise if onl–” He starts muttering crazily under his breath and you stop him with your finger, dragging from his lips to his chin. 

You don’t say a word as you drag him by his arms upstairs, his glasses still askew and foggy from your kiss, his face red as a tomato, blushing like crazy.

You clumsily tumble into a random room and once the door closes you push him against the wall and wrap your lips around his, unable to contain it any longer. 

This kiss wasn’t just messy but it was desperate and needy, tongues sloshing in your mouths, deep and intimate. He moans into your lips sending vibrations all the way down to your core, making you leak even more, soaking your red lace thong.

“Mmmm…Gojo,” You groan into the kiss, turning him around and pushing him onto the bed. 

He’s a mess now, officially, he doesn’t even know where he starts and ends because all he can see in his field of vision is you, and he’s pretty sure he’s content with you being his only field of vision for the rest of his life. 

He moans your name under his breath, soft and vulnerable as your hands find their way onto his hoodie collar, tugging it off. 

“Um I’ve never…done this before…” He says, softly, like he’s embarrassed. 

You smirk, “Don’t worry I’ll guide you through it,” You say as you drag your fingers across his now bare chest. He shudders and whimpers under your touch, making your smirk grow. 

Your lips crash together for another kiss, this time whiny and more desperate than ever. 

You then tug down Satoru’s pants and allow the flushing thick cock to spring alive, already leaking pre cum down his shaft. 

You dip your head down and your lips meet his cockhead, all flushed and ready, practically shivering for your touch, and once your smooth mouth wraps around it Satoru comes undone — a series of moans escaping him like no other while his head is thrown back. 

Saliva and pre cum drips down your throat as you continue to suck, mouth bulging with the outline of his huge cock. And with each suck you earn another whimper from an overstimulated Satoru — his eyes rolling back to the back of his head as you continue to suck. His hips snapping up occasionally to give himself the extra push, causing tears to form in your eyes as your chin meets his heavy balls. 

“Mmm– ngh – al–almost there…” Satoru rasps, his voice deep and needy. 

At his words you start sucking faster, flicking and swirling at the tip, making him see pure white. Nothing but the pleasure screaming back at him. 

As his orgasm builds he grabs your hair and starts pushing down, using your mouth as a cocksleeve, his tip touching the back of your throat when he groans. Loud and guttural, like it came from the depths of his soul. 

His sticky release comes out as it slowly dribbles down your chin, but before it could all go to waste you swallow his seed, earning you another whimper from a writhing Satoru Gojo under you. 

He groans your name as he comes down from his high, sweat sticking to his forehead, glasses sliding off his face every two seconds. 

“Sh–should I touch you…or…?” Satoru asks, quietly, barely audible like he’s embarrassed. 

You giggle as you pull off your skirt and underwear, leaving you bare enough for him to have a full view of you, and Satoru is insatiable. 

You give him a nod and he takes that as a go, he moves closer and dives his head between your thighs, planting small kisses as his head gets increasingly close to your soaking core. 

When his mouth gets there and when his cool breath meets your pussy you groan, just a little, soft and filled with want. 

“You’re so wet,” Satoru states as he pulls out his tongue and sinks inside, earning him a loud moan this time as you grab his hair to sink him deeper. 

His tongue starts wriggling around, missing all the marks but still making you feel so good. 

“Mmm…Gojo…up there li–lick – ngh — there,” You guide him to your clit, breathless and when he finds it, you throw your head back, almost seeing stars. 

He sucks on your clit, slurping and lapping up all your juices like he’s quenching his thirst, your juices leaking down his chin, moonlight eyes staring at you. 

You are a wet glob of mess, moaning his name and babbling nonsense, fisting his hair to feel his tongue deeper. 

Satoru sticks his tongue into you and he curls it at your sweet spot, making your toes curl and your head get thrown back, fisting his harder now. 

“I’m clos—mmm—i’m close,” You hiss, trying to figure out how the hell this virgin can use his tongue so well. 

At the sound of your pleas he laps at your fold faster and faster, wriggling around your cushy insides and feeling at all your sweet spots, hitting all of them without fail, eliciting moans out of you every second. 

As his tongue gets quicker and quicker your vision blacks out, just pure pleasure infiltrates you, and at the last second you grab his hair and cum. Juices flowing down his face as he licks it all up, slowly riding you out of your orgasm. 

Satoru looks up at you as he pants and he leans in to kiss you, when he does he groans and melts into your touch, your tongue mixing together your juices and his cum — a dirty cocktail you both love. 

You push him back onto the bed and position yourself on top of his cock that very quickly becomes hard again. 

You position your entrance with his and you smirk, “Ready virgin?” 

He nods, multiple times enthusiastically, unable to even make up coherent sentences as he feels the soft opening of your pussy as you slam yourself down onto him, back arching as you try to adjust to his size. 

Satoru seethes when he enters you, looking at you with those needy pussy drunk eyes, he watches as you pump up and down on his cock, bottoming out. And with each fall of your ass onto his balls he whimpers your name, babbling nonsense. 

“You– fuck— you’re s–so beau–ngh–beautiful…” Satoru says. 

You continue to ride him sucking up the compliments, rising up and pushing all the way back down, mutually moaning his name as you feel the tip of his cock touch your cervix. This guy with zero experience finding your spots better than all the men you have slept with, making you moan with every pound. Your legs shaking as he hits another one of your spots, making you feel white hot pleasure. 

“G-gojo—ngh— you fe– fuck — so good…” You coo. 

At the sound of your praise his breath staccato, his abs flexing as his leaky cockhead twitches. 

“I–I think I’m–ngh— close,” Satoru rasps. 

You fasten your pace, a moan escaping every time his tip touches your cervix, blinding you with pleasure. Your jaw slacking and your arch deepening as you feel him getting closer and closer to his climax, the sound of erotic skin slapping filling the room faster and faster as you go faster and faster. 

A series of moans escapes his lips as his hips lock upwards and his balls tighten, releasing all of his sticky load into you — spurting deep inside you as you yourself find your release as you grind into him slowly. Squirting around his thick veiny cock, your juices mixing with his cum. 

You lift your hips and you see an unnatural amount of seed pour out of you, the sight making Satoru whimper softly. 

You go and kiss him again, this time it’s soft and intimate, like a secret. Satoru disappears into your touch and moans into the kiss — his afterglow evident as ever as his eyes seem to shine a different brighter blue. 

He doesn’t let go or end the kiss, he only deepens it, as if after he got a taste of this — you — he can never get enough. 

His hands travel up to fondle your tits, breaking his kiss then, “Ca–can I touch you…again?” Satoru asks. 

You roll over, still full of his cum and you chuckle, “Give me a break sport.”

Satoru immediately grows nervous and starts mumbling, “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to push you I only me–” 

His rant soon cut short by your kiss, “Shhh ok, you’re stuck with me forever now virgin mary.”

This time Satoru doesn’t break the kiss, no he kisses you for a long long time, unable to stop even if he wanted to. His glasses still askew and foggy as he allows you — the most popular girl on campus — to straddle him. 

It’s creepy, it’s disgusting, and it’s definitely illegal but Choso Kamo is above all those things — or below — one could truly never tell. 

He did feel guilty — at some point of his journey he felt guilty, morbid, shameless, but most of that has transitioned into something else — something bigger and brighter. A thing that has long passed the eras of shame. 

He — Choso Kamo — decides that yes he is creepy, and an awful fucking human being that should probably be thrown into jail, but one glimpse of your naked body through your window is enough to make that all worth it. 

“Laughing stock” has a whole different meaning to it if your name is Choso Kamo. Not only do people point and laugh at that ugly scar that slashes through his face, they also make fun of his weird spiky hair, his ugly clothes, and his dark, saggy eye bags. He’s distasteful in any way you look at him — there’s no angle to his — nothing that can make him remotely more endearing to the naked eye. 

Everyday there’s a new running joke and somehow everyday he’s the butt of that same joke. The never-ending nausea that basks his surroundings is what made him this way — is what he has resulted to telling himself. 

So yes, he might be weird, creepy, and disgusting, but he has heard all these adjectives before — sharpened into a dagger to cut deep but it’s not enough for Choso; not when he has you to look forward to. Walking behind you and allowing your scent to fall off you and knot his skin is the only thing grounding him to reality right now and he doesn’t even care to hide it. 

You on the other hand can simply only be described by words like — angel, beautiful, and passionate. It's almost hard to think of something bad to say about you. Compliments just roll off the tongue when you’re around. 

Everyone either wants to be friends with you or be with you — Choso is the latter. 

He isn’t sure where he picked up this…hobby of his. His footsteps tracing yours in the snow, discrete and unnoticeable as you sway to the beat of your music. Hips locking to each side — it's effortless, it's sexy.  Oblivious to the scene behind you — oblivious to the quiet freak that is lurking. 

Choso knows he should stop, but it’s hard when he sees your window light turn on and you’re fully nude. 

As time goes on Choso gets bolder, more confident, crazier. Walking you home without your knowledge and peeking through your window just isn’t enough anymore. The distance is a lot greater than he can bear. 

He told himself that he tried, tried the respectful route and it went exactly how he expected — no contact whatsoever, just quiet observations: how you would come home at 4:25 pm everyday after school, how you take the bus 56a, how you change right when you get home, how your blinds get pulled down at around 6:15pm.

It’s all useless, none of that would get him closer to you. So before the reason in Choso’s head could tell him no he’s making his way to your house. This time up the back to climb into your window.

It’s 5:29pm right now — the time you usually shower — it’s the window he needs to sneak in. Maybe get a whiff of your scent, maybe even get himself a memento.

It’s wishful thinking — getting to be with you — so this is what it's resulting to.

Choso doesn’t want to be a creep but god he really can’t help it. The flush of your cheeks, the silk of your hair in the sun, the chorus of your laugh when someone says something funny. It’s all too much for him to bear — it’s too much for him to go to school everyday and pretend he doesn’t hear the whispers and rumors about him.

This is the way he can take control — grasp some kind of normality, pretend that even if everyone hates him, you and him share a kind of intimate secret.

This is what gets him in your room. Quiet, stealthy, indifferent as he climbs in from your window. The abundance of pink and the sweet berry scent rushes up to his nose. It’s exactly as he’d imagined — the smell, the feeling of being in your room.

Choso immediately rushes to the basket of dirty laundry that’s pressed up against the wall with your tv. It’s stupid, it’s perverted but those words never stopped Choso before.

The strong scent of berry amplifies as he approaches, his cheeks flushing a deeper red as the situation in his pants grows more and more conspicuous.

The adrenaline pumping in his veins is beyond controllable, the blood rushing up to his cheeks and his ears as his heartbeat thumps violently in his chest. 

Just this one thing and I’ll never do it again — is Choso’s last ditch attempt at reason but he knows that he’s lying straight through his teeth. Once he succeeds in this — getting a little piece of you to keep — he’s going to keep wanting more, keep wanting you. But a little white lie has never hurt anybody, especially when he’s so close to you; just barely a wall away and he still isn’t caught. 

He grips the beige basket tightly as he scours the place he’s sure rivals heaven. The smell of you emanates so strongly from the pile of clothes, the smell of sweet berry and sweat making Choso feel dizzy, delirious. 

That’s when he sees it — soft, pink, lace panties. Basically see through, and oh so fucking sexy. When he sees it he has to stifle a whimper, his boner hardening in his pants, getting harder and harder to ignore. 

Choso slowly brings your underwear to his face; he should leave he knows. Leave before you find out your underwear is missing, leave before you get out from the shower but he really can’t help but to maybe get a whiff. Just something small, a memento of sorts, a reward for his stealth. 

As he brings your underwear to his nose, sniffing, basically whining your name into the thin lace fabric, he brings his other hand down to his pants as he gently palms himself through his sweatpants. The extra layer provides devastating friction that has Choso bucking his hips. 

He’s rendered into a whining mess when the creak of a door sounds. You, nude except for a towel wrapping around you screams. Loud and shrill. 

When Choso turns you drop your towel, Choso’s eyes grow wide. Your panties still in his hands, his cock still desperately hard. 

“...Choso…?” You ask as you scramble for coverage again. Coverage from Choso’s darting eyes. 

“U-uhh, um see it’s not what you think it’s just that I-” Choso stammers, the scene practically explaining itself, there being absolutely no way for an alternate reason. 

“Are those my…?” 

He brings his hands to his back to hide his sin, a last pathetic attempt to avoid scrutiny but it’s all to no avail at the end. Or so he thought. 

Before he can register the pretense of anything, your mouth is on his. Hot, grinding, and oh so addicting. Choso moans into your mouth, sending vibrations straight to your core as you feel the coolness hit your skin — towel discarded somewhere, forgotten. 

You guide him to your bed and push him down, tracing his body with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Choso shivering with every touch, every kiss. 

“If you wanted me you should’ve just said so, you didn’t need to follow me home everyday,” You say, your voice sweet and honeyed, the sound melting itself on Choso’s ears, his face, ears, and everything flushed and red. His raging boner starting to ache in his pants — he’s so hard it hurts. 

With your face so close to his, your bare body pressed against his, his mind can do anything but think, short circuiting with each word you draw out. 

“I-I- um,” Choso fumbles, still unable to speak, still unable to look you in the eye, squirming under you flushing a bright red. Embarrassed, or aroused, maybe both. 

You slowly work your way to the band of his sweatpants, tugging it to watch it snap back against his skin, slow and teasing — deliberate. Choso squirms under your touch, and under your gaze. 

“Can I?” You ask as you tug it down slowly, half mock, half intrigued. Your emotions blur into one under his flustered expression and growing bulge. Your friends said stay away, your parents said stay away, everyone you know said stay away, but what’s the fun in following the rules?

He’s creepy, disgusting even, and what he’s doing is definitely illegal but what’s to say you’re not doing the same thing. On the wall behind the dresser lays a wall, hidden from the naked eye — discrete, a dirty secret — filled with pictures of him that you may or may not use to get off. His baggy clothes and dark eyes make your knees buckle and your pussy wet. You could say that’s your own personal keepsake.

Choso nods at your question, words seemingly unable to pour out of his mouth. Who would’ve thought that you of all people would be willing to kiss him with your soft lips, grace him with your body, and give him the opportunity to touch you. 

“Please.”

You don’t waste a second to free his already leaking cock, leaving a dark spot on his sweats. The tip is flushing red and angry, flopping onto his stomach with an obscene squelch. 

He’s bigger than you anticipated, harder than you imagined as you grip onto the base of his cock, slowly stroking your hands up and down. Spitting a glob onto his tip, the glistening spit sliding down — the scene lewd and oddly intimate. 

When you bring your head down and flick your tongue across his tip, he bucks his hips up, shoving his absurd length down your throat as he bottoms out. Groaning under you, his eyes rolling back and his head tipping backwards. 

When you gag on him he immediately looks up, embarrassed, “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that I just, It just felt too good-” 

You don’t answer with your words, you just slowly let your head sink down and up again, your cheeks hollowing out as you take him inch by inch. His taste is prominent on your tongue — musky, bitter, different. 

You start speeding up, your hands reaching to grip what you can’t reach with your mouth. 

Choso is now a mess of words, moans, and strings of your name. Curse words flying around like it’s nothing, tainting the sweet image of your pink filled room. 

“S-so good-fuck- p-please.” 

Your eyes are glossy when you look up to find Choso’s, he’s all hot and bothered — face all red, flushing with such intensity as he moans your name, louder and louder each time you bob your head. Saliva running down your chin, creating an almost pornagraphic scene, disgusting but so exhilarating. Bringing your hand down to slowly rub circles on your clit. Moaning into his cock, the vibrations make Choso shiver. 

You rub to the rhythm of your head, 1,2,1,2. Inserting your fingers through your slick folds, pumping in and out as you continue to gag on his cock. It sounds crude and erotic. Filling the room with not only the sweet scent of sex but the sweet sound of sex as well.  

Choso snaps his hips up before he can register what he’s doing, seeing you fingering yourself while giving him head is almost too much for him to bear. He latches his fingers in your hair, pulling just hard enough to get you to move faster, rougher, make him cum. 

“So g-good-ahh-baby…ngh-” Choso is incoherent, making you go faster than you should, than you can. The bobbing of your head and the pummeling of your fingers move in sync, the two of you flexing unbeknownst to the other. Reaching climax together. 

“G-gonna cum-fuck- goona- too good baby-ngh.”

You speed up, going faster and faster, your hands and head working in perfect synchronization, his eyes glassy and dilated, looking at you with a pathetic expression that you can’t even begin to explain. 

He opens up to speak, or maybe sound another one of his whimpers, but before he could do that his hips snap upwards and glistening sticky white spills on your hands and down your throat. Making you choke slightly on his throbbing length, swallowing deep. The slight outline of the thick liquid going down your throat makes him hard again. 

Choso brings his hand down to your face, rubbing soft circles on your cheek, tilting your head upwards to see your face. His eyes grow soft but the longing and lust doesn’t leave it. 

“Need to…feel you.” 

You don’t waste a second, pushing Choso back up onto the bed, hovering above him as you line yourself up. You try to think of just how long you’ve been waiting for this, why you didn’t call the police the first time he followed you home, why you didn’t scream when you saw him climbing into your room through the crack of your bathroom door It was all for this moment, the moment where you and him can finally be one. 

All the nasty comments made by your friends can finally fuck off, because now you have him. 

When you sink down onto him, Choso’s head falls back onto your pillows, groaning out a string of words that are not quite coherent, gripping his hands on your waist, tight enough to keep you still but not enough to bruise. 

“A-ahh- s’good- so soft, so perfect- fuck- i’m loosing my mind here-” 

When you make it all the way to the base, successfully bottoming out you also can’t help but let out a string of moans — your eyes rolling back to your head as you desperately try to hold on. He’s big — really big — stretching you out better than you expected. It has you moaning like a virgin as you slam yourself down on his cock over and over again. 

Your juices and his previous cum mixing together into a filthy ring of sin on the base of his cock, the obscene sound of slapping filling the room. The rough pumping of his cock in your pussy pulling every thought out of your mind. 

“This-ngh-your first time?” You ask, desperately trying to regain control of the situation as Choso starts getting the gist of this game you’re playing — snapping his hips up to match your rhythm, giving you that extra push deeper into you as he hits your g-spot over and over again. The one that has you moaning his name louder than you thought you could. 

“Y-yes-fuck-you feel too good…” 

You’re half surprised and half not by his virginity, loser that’s following you home, it’s hard to find a virgin more pathetic than that, but his huge length and the way he’s hitting that one spot over and over again without fail has you thinking otherwise. 

Choso speeds up, maybe in an also desperate attempt to prove himself to you, making your moans grow louder and louder. Each of them with his name attached, making his pace grow faster and faster. 

You bring your hand to caress Choso’s face, slick with sweat but still so beautiful. His purple eyes gazing back at you with nothing but obsessive desperation. 

You lean down and connect your lips in a dirty, filthy, borderline pornographic kiss, the kiss tangled with moans and brainless mumbles as his pace grows faster and rhythm grows sloppier.  

“Ngh-g-gonna cum…so close,” Choso coos into your lips, as a string of saliva connects you two when you break the kiss. His abs flexing underneath him as you feel his balls tighten. 

The tingling feeling in your lower stomach intensifies as you feel him getting faster and faster, your vision blurring into a pure white of pleasure. 

“C-cum inside-ngh-”

With one last piston of his cock and moan from your mouth, ropes of sticky cum release inside you, painting your insides white with his seed as he rocks his pelvis into yours. Helping you ride out your orgasm as well. 

You collapse onto him, not bothering to untangle your limbs from his as you bring your face to his neck, kissing mindlessly as his face turns bright red. Whispering sweet nothings to you, about how good you were, how happy he is that you were his first time, nonsense like that. 

“Next time you don’t have to follow me home, just ask.” 

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