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MERRY XXXMAS! ā G. SATORU
Synopsis: Twas the night of Christmas Eve, and Geto Suguru is finally, finally dragging his best friend along to one of his⦠gatherings. The thing is, Gojo Satoruās never been a party animal. Hell, he despised frat parties, and could barely hold his weight against alcohol. But he learns that he can get drunk on something else⦠you.
NOTE. AM I LATE AM I LATE AM I LATE???? THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT HASN'T LEFT YALL, RIGHT?? HAPPY DESTROY DICK DECEMBER MY LOVES (and merry christmas/happy holidays!!)!
Word count: 8.1k (omg)
CONTENT. fem!reader, it girl!reader, nerd!gojo, slight loser!gojo, college AU, frat parties, popular!geto, geto cameo, shoko + utahime cameo, crushes to lovers, heās a slight (big) perv, gojo wears glasses, virginity loss (gojo lol), oral (f rec.), fingering, masturbation, PĆSSYDRĆNK gojo, pathetic gojo, size kink, dry humping, making it fit, running from it, unprotected s, spitting, hair pulling, mating press, slight sensation play (breath), nose bleeds (gojo), he becomes FERAL, crĆØampƬes, orgasm control (?), he's BIG, tummy bĆŗlges, cĆŗmflations, pet names, he says those three words during it, #amanwhoyearnsisamanwhoearns, swearing
āYou're staring again.ā Shoko's snickering voice has you peeling your eyes back to her, but only for a split second. Once more, your vision is trailing back to that same bulky figure you couldnāt seem to look away from as you sigh dreamily, lips puffing out into a deep pout.
āBut Shoko, heās just soā¦ā you mumble, elbow propping itself up on the table as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. That same heart-eyed look you always had when you were transfixed on him was plastered onto your pretty face, and the two girls seated with you couldn't help but be utterly amused.
Utahimeās staring at you knowingly, and beside her, Shoko is scoffing playfully as she rolls her eyes. āY'know, instead of eyefucking him, you could just ask him out already?ā
You exhale deeply through your nose, brows furrowing as you shake your head lightly. āWhat would I even say? Weāve never actually talked. He might get scared.ā Shoko shrugs, nonchalantly pointing at the object of your gaze and desires as she speaks. āHehāof you? Girl please. Heād think anything but.ā Uthaime nods animatedly, crossing her arms while tilting her head to the side.
āAhābut, isnāt he best friends with Geto?ā
Shoko blows out a low whistle, face seemingly turning into slight annoyance as she scoffs. āYeah, who knows what those two even have in common. theyāre so⦠different.ā
And different they were.
Because while Geto Suguru was the frat boy of your campus, known for hosting the most insane parties at that notorious frat house that anyone and everyone would want to go toāthe only person that youād always see him hanging with, no matter what social group heād jump around to... was nothing like him.
Gojo Satoru is the polar opposite of him.
āBut I mean, theyāre joint at the hipāso are you sure you would wanna date a guy who hangs out with that?ā Shoko murmurs, gently poking your shoulder. And you can only sigh in contempt once more as you speak.
āOh, but⦠heās just my type. I mean, cāmon.. donāt you guys see it too?ā You blink at them, and Shoko only shrugs while Utahime chuckles.
āWell, yeah,ā Utahime starts, following your eyes as she takes a glance over at the boy with snowy-white hair.
āItās pretty obvious, no? with his face card? Thereās no way panties would be getting dropped left and right. But he's so timid and antisocial. The only people he talks to are Geto and, like, one singular professor.ā Utahime gives a lopsided grin, and Shoko chimes in.
āYeah, plus, Gojo looks way too naive. and if Iām beinā honest, babes, I thought you'd be more into guys like Geto.ā
Oh, how wrong your friend's impression of your taste was.
Because, unlike your typical frat boy, the allure of Gojo Satoru was so much more intoxicating to a girl like you.
After being invited to frat parties countless times, having been asked out by multiple popular guys again and again, almost always having the same personalityāand you knew that none of them could ever truly satisfy youāit was all becoming tedious.
You wanted something new.
Needed it, even.
āYou think heād go to the upcoming holiday frat party?ā you question, dismissing what Shoko suggested about your kind of taste in men.
A little stereotypical, but nonetheless, not far-fetched considering your reputation.
Shoko merely scoffs, āIf he hasnāt gone to not even one of his best friendās frat parties, what makes you think heāll go to this one?ā You purse your lips, face seconds away from falling into a downcast expression, and Utahime simply hums. āMm, you never know, Shoā. Maybe things could take a turn this winter.ā
āYeah, as if that walking, shaking leaf would ever go to any parāā Shokoās cut off by Utahime elbowing her in the chest, giving her a dirty look before wildly motioning towards you, who seems to become more and more deflated at each of Shokoās words.
āWhat Shoko here is trying to say..ā Utahime starts through clenched teeth, glaring at your chestnut-haired friend, āIs that while he may not have ever shown up to one before, you might find yourself being lucky. Itās the holidays, girl. And you know what they say about that contagious jolly spirit~.ā
You can only huff, already agreeing with Shoko about not seeing Gojo at any kind of partyāespecially a fraternity one.
Heād never seemed to be the type to go to one, anyway.
So instead, you laugh off Utahimeās comment while simultaneously fixing your cute lilā mini skirt.
But as youāre getting up to go to your next lecture, you donāt notice the way certain sapphire eyes are watching you saunter your pretty figure out of the library with your two girlfriends.
And eyeing you in the same exact way you were eyeing him just minutes ago.
.
.
.
āIām not going.ā
āSatoru, pleaseāā
āI already said no, Sugu. Itās not happening.ā
Geto glares at his blue-eyed friend, a deep frown set upon his soft lips as the latter stares back at him with a defiant expression of his own.
āCāmon. Youāve been cooped up in this room for way too long. Itās time you go out, for fuckās sake,ā exclaims Geto, waving his arms around frustratedly. Gojo can only groan, walking off to the farther end of the dorm room, plopping himself down onto his gaming chair. āYou canāt be serious.ā
āOh, Iām very serious.ā Geto bites back, trudging right on over to lean against Gojoās expensive desk.
āWhy do you want me to go so bad? And stop leaning so hard on itāā Gojo tries to shove him off, but Geto stubbornly sinks his weight deeper into the surface.
āYou need to socialize, Satoru. It's winter break, man!ā
āIām doing perfectly fine with how my social life is going, thank you. And winter break is about relaxing, you party animalāā
āThe only people you talk to on a daily basis are Professor Yaga and me. And you're always relaxing, tell me, how many hours do you have on that PC of yoursā?ā
āOkay?! So what?ā Gojo finally stands up, face-to-face with the raven-haired boy, thick white lashes blinking rapidly at him. āAt least I have normal hobbies. Tell me, who the hell would go to your parties if it werenāt to just get drunk, high, or laid?ā He grunts, and Geto can only raise a pierced brow at the otherāa sly smirk sliding its way onto his lips.
āAnd thatās exactly what you need.ā Gojo can only scoff, offended that his best friend could ever suggest that heās like one of those people. āYou know Iād never be like one of your frat buddies.ā Geto sighs exasperatedly, taking a moment to think before chuckling.
āWell, you do know sheās gonna be there, right?ā
And like the perfect lilā trick that it was, Gojoās immediately snapping his neck back to gape at his best friend in surprise. Hah, as if you werenāt the it girl on campus.
So easy.
āDoesnāt she usually go to them?ā He retorts, scrunching his brows to appear irritatedābut itās obvious that heās interested. Heās got that same look in his eyes when heās thinking of someone in particular.
You.
āYeah, but itās a holiday party, Satoru. You don't think that some frat dude is gonna want to kiss her underneath the mistletoe?ā
Shit.
Gojo was utterly, and irrevocably, doomed.
Because he couldāve never in his life hid the way his pupils constricted, that ugly green feeling he only ever felt when he would see you interacting with some stupid, cocky, undeserving guyāslithering its way into his veins, taking its seat at the pit of his stomach.
āAnd you're telling me this, because?" Gojo narrows his eyes at Geto, his right fist involuntarily clenching, his veins flexing against his milky skin. His raven-haired friend merely smiles.
"Just letting you know." He answers, and the silence that comes after becomes suffocating before Gojo clears his throat, lips hesitantly parting before he speaks. "But what would I even do there? Iām just gonna look like a freakinā loser, Sugu." Gojo grumbles, running his long fingers through his tousled hair.
And Geto only smiles.
Fuck.
FuckāGojo shouldāve known it was a losing battle from the start.
He shouldāve known Geto was going to use that stupid, charming, arrogant persona to persuade him into going.
He even pleaded if he could take his Nintendo 3ds with himāa means of distraction, a way to occupy himself when he would sneak off to a quiet area within enemy territory, if you wouldābut even that, he insisted, and persuaded him, into not bringing it.
Shit, he really shouldāve brought it with him.
He can just try and slink away while he still can, he thinks. No one will notice him anyway.
So far, he was right.
Everyone that he was passing by were the, very much cliche, cliques of popular students from their university. Most, if not all, were either in sports, had something to do with the fraternity, or was an invited sorority group. No one wouldāve recognized him anyway. He hoped. Prayed, even.
But he was weary.
There were too many people staring at himāand for once, he was paranoid about looking like a loner in front of all of these known figures from campus.
If he could just find a room in this godforsaken frat house where he could be aloneāChrist, it reeks of alcohol and sweat alreadyāthen he could just give it an hour or two before heās nagging geto to go home.
But then he finds himself being handed your typical red party cup, half-way filled, courtesy of Geto knowing how much of a lightweight he is.
And he knows that he wonāt be leaving anytime soon.
Gojoās shuffling his way through the living room, where itās damp and way too hot for his liking. Sweat-slicked, dancing bodies are being thrown against each other as if they were a pack of sardines and not in a villa-sized goddamn frat house.
Just how many freakinā people is Geto inviting to these parties?!
It gets to a point where Gojo feels like heād implode if he didnāt get some air. He begins shoving his way through the crowd, apologizing and excusing himself through it, frantically looking around for a corner that isnāt enveloped with bodies.
But then heās being pushed by a jock that he doesnāt even know the name ofāand is bumping right into someone else.
He curses under his breath, turns around to start profusely apologizing, hoping that itās not one of Getoās fellow frat boys, because he knows he wonāt have it in him to deal with the overcompensating fragile masculinity, or worse, when theyāre drunkā
But unbeknownst to Gojoās wildest dreams, it wasnāt a frat boy.
In oneās stead, was none other than you.
And oh, did you look divine.
The words are tumbling out faster than he can thinkā āO-oh, my..ā and Gojoās practically picking up his jaw from the floor, gawking shamelessly at your pretty face and figure.
You smile at him flirtatiously, eyes creasing as you fold your hands behind your back. The short, casual red dress you wore glimmered in the dim light of the corner you two stood in. The dress shirt Gojo wore suddenly felt all too tight, his chest constricting with awe and something deeper.
It takes a moment for him to pick his jaw back up, lips moving as if to speakābut nothing but a few noises of embarrassment are heard.
āGojo, right?ā You ask sweetly, observing him for a moment before speaking, tender tone making something in the back of his mind shiver. He can feel the lightning bolt of excitement zip! from the top of his head to the end of his spine. Gojo swallows thickly, watching in utter bewitchment as his name fall from your pretty lips.
His name. From your lips.
Was he already piss drunk?
āAgh!ā He hisses after pinching the skin on his forearm a little too hard, mind absolutely dizzy from the sight of you.
Gojoās taking in a long, ragged breath as he realizes that he was, in fact, perfectly sober. And this was, for sure, happening. Fuck. This was happening.
āO-ohāum, yes. Y-yeah, how do you know my..?ā Gojo asks sheepishly, reaching his hand behind his neck to scratch bashfully at his nape. He hadnāt even realized you were cleaning off your dress from the drink he spilt on you when you two bumped into each other.
āMm, just here and there whenever Iād see you and Geto in passing.ā You respond absentmindedly, eyes widening in pleasant surprise when Gojoās yanking a crumpled napkin from the pocket of his black pants and pressing down at the stain.
āIāmāso sorry⦠I didnātā didnāt mean toāā Heās stammering out, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge quickly before heās frantically shoving through his pockets to see if he could find more napkins.
Youāre grabbing his trembling slender hands and intertwining his long, soft fingers with your own as you smile, watching as Gojo flinches with vigor, a pretty color of pink blooming across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears.
How cute.
āSāokay. Iām just using this for tonight anyway.ā You murmur gently, curiously squeezing his hands, and to your satisfaction, his face turns a brighter shade of red.
āOhāare you⦠are you sure?ā He asks meekly, looking frantically between your eyes and then down at your chest, becoming more embarrassed by the fact that he probably seemed like a pervert trying to take swift peeks at your cleavage that was apparent from his height.
Well, for one, he was. But twoāhow could he ever possibly admit to that? Youād think he was a freak!
āMhm, pinky swear. Anyway, enough about meā Iāve never seen you in this kind of setting. Was Geto holding a gun to your head this time to finally tag along?ā You ask him lightheartedly, head tilting to the side.
Gojo blushes harder, blinking at you with feigned nonchalance. The words āActually, you were what he was holding over my head,ā were on the tip of his tongue, but instead he goes withāāErm, heāhe promised me a new monitor for my gaming PC.ā
You raise your brows in amusement, leaning into him as the beat of the music gets louder, the thrumming of the bass making Gojo question if he feels his vein pulsing harder because of the proximity, and the tantalizing smell of youā or simply because of the music that was reaching heights that were sure to have his ears ringing the next day.
āWhat kind of games do you play?ā You ask, letting go of Gojoās hands, crossing your arms under your chest, effectively pushing your cleavage upāmaking Gojoās adamās apple bob up nā down.
āJust⦠ya know, nerd⦠stuffsāā He mutters, voice becoming shy. In doing so, it caused you to lean closer so you can hear him against the loud music that seemed to turn up impossibly even higher.
āLike what?ā You come up to his ear, trying to speak louder than the rhythm buzzing through your skin, putting yourself up on your tippy toes. āWhat?ā He asks back, trying not to yell in your face, but he practically has to due to how blaring the noise was.
Who the hell is the DJ and why in the world is he making the music get way too loud for a damn frat party? Too loud for Gojo to hear his lady?
Gojo instinctively bends his head down to have your lips be pressed against his ear, trying to drown out the sound of the beat pulsing against his veins. But that was a good and well mistake, because soon enough he can feel his knees wobble once more when youāre speaking right into his sensitive ears.
āHow about we just go somewhere more quiet to talk?ā
Gojo doesnāt even hesitate for a split answer when he nods insistently, breathing out an āOkayā as youāre soon leading him out of the massive living room turned into a party hall, and into the dark corridor lit with christmas decorations such as red and green fairy lights lining the wall.
The music gets further and further away, only being able to be heard from the loud thump quivering across the floorboards. Gojo is staring down at your fingers interlaced, face beat red as he watches your figure from behind lead him up the stairs, turning down into another hallway.
The question of how you know your way around this gigantic villa is fleeting, only crossing his mind for a split second before heās being lightly pulled into a room.
The soft thunk! of his back hitting the wall and the way youāre pressing against him couldnāt even be processed fast enough for him to even think about what to do right now. For a split second, he believed that you mustāve tripped over your cute lil heels, crashing into him as a means of breaking your fall.
Only when youāre slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging tenderly at his scalp, white hair damp with sweat, the mix of cologne and bodily fluids that makes you giggleāis when it dawns on him.
āCan I?ā You whisper softly, looking up at him before your glazed eyes flicker down to his lips. āCan you what?ā He immediately huffs out in response, out of breath, despite barely having moved since you had him against the wall.
You smile shyly, and that makes Gojoās cock throb against his pants. Fuck, he was so wrecked already.
āCan I kiss you? Is that okay with you?ā You murmur, moving a fraction of an inch back, becoming nervous that you couldāve misinterpreted your conversation as anything other than flirting or bashfulness.
Oh.
Gojo is eagerly nodding, and you waste no time to lift yourself up on your tippy toes once more, and lean into him. Your lips press softly against his own, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.
You feel Gojo twitch, muscles flexing as you press into him harder, lips moving more in sync now that he was becoming comfortable.
And that emboldens you to grip onto his scalp tighter, pulling him in even deeper towards you, bodies melting into one another like puzzle pieces finding their missing part. God, this felt so right.
Gojoās big hands find themselves slithering around your hips, but heās still hesitant. Itās only when you reach down to secure his hands on your hip dips that heās whimpering quietly, lips parting slightly. You take the initiative to press your tongue against his, and thatās when heās gripping your flesh tighter.
You find yourself beginning to grind against his harder, stronger bodyā and his knee starts to unconsciously move in between your thighs. āHahāIāā He begins, breaths heavy and lips spit-slicked with your saliva.
āI would like you to know th-that Iāve neverāā He stutters out, trying to talk through the relentless kissingāand a part of him was glad that you were giving him trouble to speak.
āShhh,ā You sloppily shush him, the friction of your chubby pussylips rubbing against his knee, cotton panties beginning to become damp with arousalā made you whine hotly into his mouth.
Gojoās knee is stuttering at the sound, and the rounded surface is rubbing against your puffy folds so good that it makes you arch further into him.
Gojoās whines begin to grow louder, legs trembling as you continue to rut forwards into him, the slick dripping from your panties and stockings to his pants, creating a trail as you swerve your hips against his knee.
He almost buckles at the feeling of your hot core grinding against his knee, to his thigh, and back down againā the added stimulation of your tongues and teeth clashing messily makes him have to close his eyes or else youād see the way they were about to roll back into his skull.
āI think māgonna-ā He says, trying to speak, trying to keep up, trying to breatheā trying so hard not to cum in his pants right then and there.
You follow him without a second thought as he begins to slide against the wall and onto the floor, your legs straddling him as you continue to grind against the flesh of his thigh, the sweet friction making you gasp into his mouth. Your clit twitches through the fabricāthe scraping of fabric, of muscle, of skin, all of it was bound to make you keen with pleasure.
Gojo's arms flex, hands pushing you further down, guiding you as you continue to lose yourself above him. You feel that familiar sensation begin to form in the pit of your stomach, the ecstasy gliding down, down, downāuntil your toes are curling. You have to part your lips from the wet kiss as you feel your impending orgasm beginning to build.
But then Gojoās stopping you.
His hands slide up to your waist, and hold you there. You flutter your lashes open, looking at him with confusion. You buck, once, to try and continueāto no avail. He finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips before its snapping as the back of his head hits the wall with a light thunk!
His nose scrunches, and after a moment, his head tilts down to stare at his lap, where the glistening slick of your arousal twinkled back at him. He licks his lips, and glances up at you once more. āCan I?ā He breathes out after a moment, voice hoarse, and a pitch higher than before.
With furrowed brows, expression still dazed, you tilt your head. āCan you what?ā You whisper back, fingers pulling at the tufts of white hair on the back of his head, tongue darting out to lick your lips at the way his lips wobble, his flushed cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
āCan I taste you?ā He asks, almost shyly, and your eyes widen at the way heās reaching up to take off his glasses, folding them closed before heās shoving them into his pocket as his sapphire eyes wander over your body once more before heās swallowing, irises locking onto your own. You donāt waste time and quickly nod.
Gojoās already pullingāno, lifting you up by the thighs, and settling you up to stand directly over him. His pupils are practically swallowing his irises, and heās forcing himself to sit upright as he drags his gaze back up to you. His fingers graze over your skin, touching, memorizing each dip and texture of your body before heās settling at your hips, where your stockings and panties sat.
And then he pulls, maybe yanks, with the force that he carries in those bulky arms, until he can hear a noise that sounds like a riiip! of your stockings, and he can only murmur out a āIāll buy you new ones, promise,ā before your underwear is pooling at your ankles.
There, through his hazy visionāgranted, both from desire and the fact that his vision has always been blurryāhe locks eyes with it.
Your cunt, dripping with slick, winking back at him with need. While youāre spread before him, feet at either side of his waist, heās gently tugging you closer, so youāre right above him. Each hot breath he took against your pussy causes you to shiver, the heavy pants making your senses tingle. His hands rise higher, from gripping the flesh of your thighs, to shakily, slowly, spread your puffy folds open.
He watches as his thumb brushes over your sensitive clit, and youāre gushing out more juices as a soft gasp slips from your mouth. His eyes flicker up for just a moment, and he sees the way your brows furrow deeper, frustration flickering across your features.
He looks back down, head tilting back. Gojoās jaw drops, tongue lolling out leisurely, mouth easily salivating as heās catching your honeyed saturnine, letting it go down his throat before he swallows.
So sweet.
Thatās the only thought he can form before heās mindlessly grabbing your waist, and sitting you down on his face.
Your breath hitches at way heās bumping his nose against your clit, his lips greedily kissing up nā down your slit, tongue darting out to tease your hole ever so often.
Your hips jerk once you feel the glob of spit that trickles down your puffy folds, a little gift from Gojo. His thumb comez back to your pussy to smearrrrr it all over, from your needy clit till your sobbing hole. Oh god how was he so good at turning you on?
He kisses back down once again, before flattening his tongue and gliding it back up, until the tip of the muscle is swirling around your sensitive bud.
Your half-lidded eyes twitch with lust, hips bucking downwards as you feel his lips wrap around your perked clit, sucking fervently. āOh,ā you moan out, nodding your head as you lift your foot up and out of the leg hole of your underwear, settling your knee against the wallāgiving him better access. āThat feelsā ngh- so good, Gojoāā
A lewd pop! echoes as he lets go of your clit, looking up at you as he continues to drag and push his tongue up and against your slit and folds, hungrily gulping down each dribble of your arousal.
āSatoru,ā he breathlessly murmured, not even realizing that heās already unbuckling his own pants. āCall me Satoruā Please.ā He whimpers, continuing his assault on your drenched cunt. You tilt your chin down, barely locking eyes with him with the way your dress was bunched up at your pelvis, and you jitterily giggle.
His hand that was holding the back of your knee lets go of it, and climbs upwards to palm your lower pussy. The other is freeing his aching cock and giving it a soft squeeze before heās fisting it languidly.
āSatoru,ā you mewl, letting one hand go that was tangled in his thick hair to travel down to where his hand rested against your folds. āNeed your fingersāā taking his digits and dragging them to your clenching hole, biting your kiss-swollen bottom lip before sucking in a sharp breath, āIn here.ā
He almost moans, almostā if it werenāt for the way he nods hurriedly, going back to creating shapes and so against your button, which what feels like lettersā Wait.
Did you just feel him draw a G on your clit?
Youāre opening your eyes, sockets on the brink of bulging as your gaze snaps down to look at him, but you donāt have the ability to ponder over it any longer once heās prodding two of his long digits against your hole, nose bumpinā and pushing against your clit as your spine arches with a loonngg shiver.
āSātoru-ā youāre blabbering his name out once before heās pushing both his fingers in at the same time, your wetness making it easy for him to scissor his digits in, pushing, pushing, pushing deeper until heās curling them up and against that sweet spot that youāre oh so familiar with.
The tight ring of muscle is expanding against his thick fingers, and heās starting to pull them out, up until only his finger pads are being swallowed by your gummy walls, and then back in until his knuckles spank! against your pussy folds.
You squeal softly, head pushing against the wall, eyes suddenly feeling heavy. Gojoās tongue is flicking back nā forth, the wet muscle lapping up your sap, as if he didnāt, heād become thirsty all over again. Your pelvis bounces back down, and you hear the soft squelch! of your ravenous pussy begging for more, more, more.
Your head is fogged up, clouded with lust, desire, and the carnal itch to get him insideā you roll your head to the side, glancing back, and with glassy eyes, watch as Gojo jerks his fat cock. You grip harder onto his hair, your leg that you were standing on beginning to quiver as you let out a guttural sigh of pleasure.
His fingers continue their messy pace, and while he doesnāt stop thrusting them in nā out, in nā back out, heās watching as your back further arches, your bust pressing up into the wall.
He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling the way his thumb brushed over his bulbous head, pre-cum smearing against his palm. He uses it as a lubricant, dragging his hand lazily around his length, feeling his veins pulse hotly beneath it.
And then he feels your gummy walls clamp tighter around his fingers, and he knows that youāre going to cum soon.
Now, Gojo doesnāt have experience with the physical aspect of intimacy, butāheās read up on enough and watched some, to have an idea as to how this goes.
So when youāre letting out a low squeal once heās pressing against your most sensitive area, heās egged on to keep going. His fingers curl every time heās pushing his fingers back into you, finger pads nudging your g-spot over and over again until your back is bowing down, your knee that was up against the wall slowly falling back down to the floor as your other leg begins to wobble.
āNghā Oh, F-fuck, āToru,ā youāre panting out, mouth babbling faster than you can even form one single coherent thought, hips jerking downwards. The overstimulation is making your eyes water, the side of your mouth begin to seep out a thin stream of drool as your jaw slacks.
Gojoās own are snapping back open, cock twitching at the way you said his name, and heās forcing himself to keep going despite how his jaw is beginning to ache, simply just to chase your release with you.
āAhā! Fuck- Oh! Gonna cum, āToru- Māgonnaā!ā You cry out, and Gojo doesnāt think twice before letting go of his shaft, even though he was on the verge of cumming himself. His arm wraps around waist, holding you there as you tremble above him, hot white pleasure taking over you as your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has.
Gojoās lapping and gulping down your sweet essence, letting out a husky groan at the way you spasm around his fingers and tongue, the overwhelming stimulation making you choke out your moans as you continue to ride out your high against his face.
He doesnāt say anything except the low hums of approval as you reel from the euphoric electricity that was still zapping through every inch of your body, ears soaking in each sound you made, storing them into his mind.
He finally parts from your pussy, lips red and glistening with your juices, eyes drinking in the way your cunt shined with your creamy nectar, hole desperately trying to keep and suck his digits back in once heās slowly pulling them out.
He gives one last wet smooch to your clit, the sensitive nerve hardening once more against his mouth as he smiles. He pulls away fully, and glances down at his glossy fingers before popping them into his mouth, and licking them clean.
Youāre slumped against the wall, still standing upright only because Gojo was holding onto you to keep you from collapsing to the floor. Momentarily, neither of you say anything. Only the long, spent breaths of yours mingling with his as your thudding heart begins to slow to a normal rhythm.
āCan we- Can we keepāā heās trying to get out, head leaning back to look up at you, but youāre already furiously nodding your head. āYes- yes, pleaseāā youāre sputtering out, eyes blinking rapidly as your blurred vision begins to settle. Gojoās already moving once you breathe out the first word.
His hands go to hold onto your thighs, settling against the underside of your ass as he lifts you upwards, body advancing towards theāconvenientābed that was placed in the middle of the room. Heās plopping you down on the bed, and somewhere along the way, your dress and undergarments, along with his shirt, pants and boxers were all discarded on the floor.
āWanna feel you,ā heās muttering, eyes staring down at you as you admire him from beneath. āWannaā wanna be insideāā his voice cracks at the end, like heās begging you to let him hold you, to let him have you. You swallow a thick glob of saliva as you angle your head to the side, a small grin dancing on your lips. āThen have me.ā
It doesnāt take anything else for Gojo to dip his head back down, lips crashing back onto yours. Your tongue longingly nudges against his teeth, and heās opening his mouth wider to let you in. You begin sucking on his tongue, before going back to needily kissing him, arms wrapping around his neck as you exhale into his mouth, and vice versa.
Gojoās absentmindedly lowering his hand to reach for his cock once again, dragging it against your pussylips. You moan into his mouth, legs instinctively spreading wide open, letting the bottom side of his shaft dragggg against your slit, your sugary slick oozing down your cunt, and onto his cock.
You briefly peer down, and it only takes a split second for your eyes to enlarge, jaw dropping to stare at the sheer length of his cock. āOh my godāā you breathe out, trying to imagine how far itād go in. You can make out 1, 2, 3ā¦. 9 inchesā¦? before youāre having to snap your mouth back shut, gulping audibly. Was that going to evenā?
āSāgonna fit. P-Promise- I know you can take it.ā Heās whimpering softly, wash-board abs rolling into your tummy as he huffs. Had you said that out loud? You look back up at him, and watch as his flushed face grows distant, as if something shuts off in his brain, and heās moving with simply just visceral want thatās now carved deep into his sharp features.
With one swift motion, heās pushing your legs up by the underside of your thighs, until your knees are pushed against your tits. He spreads your legs further out, your calves now on either side of your head, and your ankles are resting against his shoulders.
āSatoruāā you whine, jolting at the way his bulbous head slaps against your clit. Heās glancing at you, once, before heās lining the tip up against your puckered hole. But it seems like it slips down due to how much arousal thatās drooling out of your orifice.
One single poke at your second hole is all you need before youāre gripping his wrist that was caging your head in, eyeing him in cautious warning.
āS-Sorryāā heās sputtering out, hand guiding it up back up to your hole that was squeezing around nothing, and giving an experimental push inside.
You can only let out a single breathy laugh before youāre both gasping at the feelingā you with the sheer streeeetch of his girth, and Gojo with the way the taut ring of muscle at your entrance practically forced itself to dilate to try and accommodate his size.
āOh, G-godāā you shrill throatily, half-lidded eyes blinking languidly as you suck in your bottom lip to bite hard. You can feel Gojoās knees shudder with each inch that your gluttonous pussy devours, the obscene squelches! making your eyes almost cross. āF-uck, jusā- just a bit m-more, moreāā heās beginning to chant, blue eyes going a shade darker the further his cock sinks in.
You can practically feel him in your throat by now, and each time youāre taking in a shaky breath, youāre having to gasp for air just to simply not have your head go dizzy. āT-Toru, ngh- are you okayāā youāre choking out, hips bucking upwards, as you catch the way heās been still for the past few seconds. It takes a beat for him to look up at you, and you see the thin blood trail trickling down his nose.
He wipes his nostrils, giving you a quick peck as reassurance, noting the way your brows downturn. āYes- I justāā Heās panting out, the blush that was on his face now spreading to the tips of his ears. āHad to stop myself from cumming..ā Heās meekly mumbling, and youāre clamping down on him from how utterly endearing he was.
āYouāre so cute.ā You chuckle tenderly, watching the way Gojo lowers his head to the crook of your neck in embarrassment. He continues to push his cock deeper in, but the slower he goes to try and let you settle in with his size, the more hyperaware he becomes with the feeling of your gummy walls slurping and shucking! him in.
Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper andā
Until heās completely bottoming out.
Your eyes twitch, nails clawing at his bulging biceps as you scramble up to rest on your elbows. The round cap of his cock knocks! against your cervix, and that sole bang against your spongey walls makes your legs slip off his shoulders, feet digging into the mattress, trying to scurry backwardsātrying to run.
It doesnāt work though, because Gojoās yanking you back down by the ankle, and letting them rest on his broad shoulders once again.
āDonāt- Donāt run from it, baby, pleaseāā his upper body is slumping down, arms wrapping around your own shoulders as heās lowering more of his weight on you, securing you below him. You gurgle out a moan, fingers going to scrape down his back, feeling the way his muscles ripple with each movement.
The thrusts start off as shy, his pelvis only lifting up a fraction from your own to bully his cock back in, the zig zag of his veins triggering your head to throw back, jaw dropping slightly once he starts to move. āNgh- Oh- oh my goddddāā youāre gritting out, voice growing louder as you continue to babble out moans.
Gojoās head is still against your neck, his hot breath making your pulse spike. Heās nipping at the sensitive skin, guttural whimpers slip past his lips with each thrust, the lewd plaps! of skin to skin and his hefty balls slapping against the globes of your ass has him wanting to empty out inside you already before he no longer finds it enough.
Not enough, not enough, not enoughā for him and heās sure for you, too.
One hand comes flying up from holding you to hold the crown of your head, pushing your skull further back into the squeaking mattress, giving him further access to your throat. His canines gnaw at your flesh, biting down until he knows that the mark will stay, and then smoothing his tongue over them, painting your skin.
The soles of his feet are digging further into the sheets, hiking himself higher, until your joints are popping and youāre feeling his shaft tug, tug, tug back out until only his cockhead is wedged inside. You let out a sobbing protest, nails raking down his back as your pussy tried to squeeze him back in.
āSa- Hah- toruāā youāre choking out, eyes lowering to look at him, the top of your head still being pushed down by the palm of his hand. āKeep fucking meāā youāre puffing out, hips swerving upwards, tear-brimmed lashes blinking briskly. Your lips part to let out another whine, but whatever you were about to say dies down in your throat as soon as heās locking eyes with you. And, oh, the Gojo in front of you was completely different from who you knew.
This Gojo⦠looks crazed.
Crazed, and drunken. On what exactly, pray tell?
āāToru, are you pussydrunk?ā You ask breathlessly, eyelids too heavy to open them wide enough, Gojoās batting his eyelashes, finally looking at you. He nods mindlessly, fingers sliding into your scalp and gripping on to hold you down as he licks his lips.
āYes.ā He replies, voice hoarse and frenzied. āYes, yes yes yes yesā God, yes.ā He grits out, almost spitting as he repeats it over and over again like a mantra, like itās the only thing he can say to himself to hold onto his slipping sanity.
And then heās bulldozing back into you with such brute force, the headboard of the bed starts to bang! against the wall, the legs of the bed struggling to keep itself upright.
You can only gasp and claw at him, trying to hold onto him as he fucks, and fucks, and fucks you.
Ruins you.
And you donāt even realize that Gojoās beginning to tremor with such vigor until your head is no longer spinning from the sheer impact of the knob of his tip thwacking! over nā over again at your cervixālike it wasnāt even asking to come inside, but making its way through.
āBeen dreaming of thisāā heās saying, words slurring and tumbling out faster than you can barely process as heās pounding you deep into the bedsheets. āWanting this for so longā wanted youāā
He doesnāt stop rambling, hips beginning to stutter, heavy balls tightening with each clap against your asscheeks. That well-known heat that begins to coil deep into his stomach and bolts up his spine signals that he was bound to cum at any rate.
āI love you.ā
The words come rambling out faster than he can even fathom them. Faster than he can try and rush to stammer out an excuse.
So instead, he lets go of your head and decides to pound into you harder, deeper. Like heās trying to fuck you dumb, until all you can remember is his name, and forget what heās just said. His hands are sliding down your body, groping and squeezing your flesh, until he gets to your tummy.
He presses down, till the pressure is making your body arch up and off the mattress, pleasure shooting throughout every inch of your nerves at the way heās rubbing his hand against your womb, and you can feel the way his fat head is bump, bump, bumping up against your womb.
The bulge against your lower abdomen makes his eyes gloss over with lust, heavy lids lazily blinking, drinking in the sight. He watches it poke and prod up nā up on your belly, the urge to fill you up to the brim comes barreling down greedily.
Your maw slacks, tits rubbing up on his plush pecs as he continues to slam into you, the filthy sounds of your skin sticking together with his once heās pulling back out due to your juices and his pre-cum causes your eyes to cross.
Every thrust sends out an electrifying current through your body, legs quivering furiously as your ankles slip off his shoulders once more. The way you clamp down on him, syrupy walls squeezing against the ridges of his length and the bumps of his pulsing veins with each ram back into you, as if wanting to milk him dryā was going to make Gojo snap.
āFuck- F-uuuccckā Iām gonna- ngh! gonna cumāā Heās spitting out, dragging his plump bottom lip into his mouth, canines sinking into the muscle as he buries his head deeper into your neck. His hips begin to stutter, thrusts becoming sloppierāand you can feel the way his right-leaning cock is scraping against your G-spot repeatedly, making your head roll dottily to the side, mouth dropping into an āOā shape.
Gojoās pupils are practically heart-shaped by now, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck so you couldnāt see the way his eyes were rolling back into his skull like a goddamn madman.
Your hands are drifting up to run your fingers through his white tufts of hair, skimming through his scalp, lowering your chin to press your lips against temple. You pant hotly, steadying your breaths to speak.
āI love you too.ā
You say it back, voice tremblingābreathy and so beautiful.
And thatās what does it.
Gojoās bowing forwards, a broken whimper slipping past his lips as he pounds into you one last time before heās suddenly crashing so hard into his orgasm that he thinks he might just shatter above you.
His cock slaps against your cervix, hitting and hitting and hitting until all of him is deep in you, until the bottom of his shaft is engulfed into your cunt, the creamy ring at his base dribbling against your inner thighs and down your ass.
Bullseye.
His cum comes out in hot, thick spurts, the feeling of it filling your womb up oh so good has you squealing frantically, legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as he continues to shiver, body rolling into yours, large hands going down to palm and grope your ass, hauling you up to secure his load inside you. The bloating of your tummy once he's finally dumping all of him inside you is almost pornographic.
His happy trail scratches against your clit, and youāre moaning right into his sensitive ear. He nibbles on your collarbone, licking up, past your throat, and up to your jaw, and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, pulling gently.
That simple movement is what sends you over the edge.
Your grip on his scalp turns bruising, so much so that it has Gojo whining salaciously into your mouth. āOh, shiiit Toru, oh fuckāā Youāre heaving out, heart slamming against your rib cage, spine still curved, chest rising and falling rapidly, body still quivering from your climax.
His vision is still blacked out for a few more moments until heās finally coming to, mouth already on your own sooner than he can realize.
You grin lazily against his lips, your gaze meeting his own before you pull back, giddily biting the inside of your cheek at the way heās trying to chase you for another. āSo,ā you start off, gliding your clammy palms down the scratches that were sure to paint his back red by tomorrow.
āIt seems like I got my Christmas present early.ā You say softly, cooing at the way Gojoās nuzzling his cheek against your hand when you hold his face. āWhat were you wishing for this year?ā He asks you, as if it werenāt the most obvious thing in the world.
āYou. Underneath the mistletoe with me. And in bed.ā You reply, watching as the tips of Gojoās ears begin to burn once more. He dips his head down to press his forehead against yours, hair falling onto your own.
āActually,ā he breathes out, glancing back down at your lips. āYou were mine too-ā
Knock! Knock! Knock!
āSatoru, are you in here? Been looking for you all for over 20 minutes, man. I think your girl left already. No one can find her either andāā
Ah.
Gojo glances at you, expression still dazed, eyes wide with surprise at the sound of Getoās voice. If he were to come in now, heād see the way you were folded like a lawn chair and Gojo was all up in you to the brim.
Had you locked the door?
Thereās not much time to dwell on it when the doorknob begins to rattle, and relief washes over his body when he notices that you, in fact, did lock the door.
But it seems like Geto isnāt giving in.
āSatoru, if you locked yourself in here just to play on that Nintendo 3DS, I swear to godāā
āJust ignore him, please.ā
Gojoās grumbling in embarrassment, shaking his head the more Geto yaps on and on about how he shouldnāt be isolating himself at a Christmas party for fucks sakeā and you canāt help but burst out laughing at how red the azure-eyed man's face had become.
It goes silent after your giggles die down.
āOh.ā Getoās gasping from the other side of the door, your voice all too familiar around campus for him not to immediately clock that itās you thatās in there with him.
āGo easy on him, will ya?ā The raven-haired man is saying, seemingly in a serious manner, but thereās a hint of teasing in his tone. Gojoās letting out a deep sigh, lolling his head down, resting against your shoulder.
He was going to pummel Geto later.
āMerry Christmas Eve, you two!ā
His footsteps are getting fainter and fainter, till itās become quiet once more except for the occasional breaths each of you took. Your fingers run down his hair again, heat searing deep into your chest and skin. But it was different this time.
āMerry Christmas, Satoru.ā You whisper sensually into his ear, making his spine tingle with need. He lifts his head up, staring at your blissed-out face, features glowing faintly from the moonlight seeping into the room through the window.
āMerry Christmas, gorgeous. Can I open my present early this time?ā He murmurs against your lips, and youāre smiling from ear to ear, nodding elatedly.
A truly Merry Christmas this year indeed.
A/N. would yall believe me if i said that this was supposed to be published on halloween... a bit rushed, but i hope you all enjoyed! (i made it w 30 mins left heh.. my family did not come to play this christmas omfg) may you continue to spend time with your loved ones, and i hope you all had a lovely christmas. to those who don't celebrate, still, have a wonderful, safe, jolly season ^^!
MERRY XXXMAS! ā G. SATORU
Synopsis: Twas the night of Christmas Eve, and Geto Suguru is finally, finally dragging his best friend along to one of his⦠gatherings. The thing is, Gojo Satoruās never been a party animal. Hell, he despised frat parties, and could barely hold his weight against alcohol. But he learns that he can get drunk on something else⦠you.
NOTE. AM I LATE AM I LATE AM I LATE???? THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT HASN'T LEFT YALL, RIGHT?? HAPPY DESTROY DICK DECEMBER MY LOVES (and merry christmas/happy holidays!!)!
Word count: 8.1k (omg)
CONTENT. fem!reader, it girl!reader, nerd!gojo, slight loser!gojo, college AU, frat parties, popular!geto, geto cameo, shoko + utahime cameo, crushes to lovers, heās a slight (big) perv, gojo wears glasses, virginity loss (gojo lol), oral (f rec.), fingering, masturbation, PĆSSYDRĆNK gojo, pathetic gojo, size kink, dry humping, making it fit, running from it, unprotected s, spitting, hair pulling, mating press, slight sensation play (breath), nose bleeds (gojo), he becomes FERAL, crĆØampƬes, orgasm control (?), he's BIG, tummy bĆŗlges, cĆŗmflations, pet names, he says those three words during it, #amanwhoyearnsisamanwhoearns, swearing
āYou're staring again.ā Shoko's snickering voice has you peeling your eyes back to her, but only for a split second. Once more, your vision is trailing back to that same bulky figure you couldnāt seem to look away from as you sigh dreamily, lips puffing out into a deep pout.
āBut Shoko, heās just soā¦ā you mumble, elbow propping itself up on the table as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. That same heart-eyed look you always had when you were transfixed on him was plastered onto your pretty face, and the two girls seated with you couldn't help but be utterly amused.
Utahimeās staring at you knowingly, and beside her, Shoko is scoffing playfully as she rolls her eyes. āY'know, instead of eyefucking him, you could just ask him out already?ā
You exhale deeply through your nose, brows furrowing as you shake your head lightly. āWhat would I even say? Weāve never actually talked. He might get scared.ā Shoko shrugs, nonchalantly pointing at the object of your gaze and desires as she speaks. āHehāof you? Girl please. Heād think anything but.ā Uthaime nods animatedly, crossing her arms while tilting her head to the side.
āAhābut, isnāt he best friends with Geto?ā
Shoko blows out a low whistle, face seemingly turning into slight annoyance as she scoffs. āYeah, who knows what those two even have in common. theyāre so⦠different.ā
And different they were.
Because while Geto Suguru was the frat boy of your campus, known for hosting the most insane parties at that notorious frat house that anyone and everyone would want to go toāthe only person that youād always see him hanging with, no matter what social group heād jump around to... was nothing like him.
Gojo Satoru is the polar opposite of him.
āBut I mean, theyāre joint at the hipāso are you sure you would wanna date a guy who hangs out with that?ā Shoko murmurs, gently poking your shoulder. And you can only sigh in contempt once more as you speak.
āOh, but⦠heās just my type. I mean, cāmon.. donāt you guys see it too?ā You blink at them, and Shoko only shrugs while Utahime chuckles.
āWell, yeah,ā Utahime starts, following your eyes as she takes a glance over at the boy with snowy-white hair.
āItās pretty obvious, no? with his face card? Thereās no way panties would be getting dropped left and right. But he's so timid and antisocial. The only people he talks to are Geto and, like, one singular professor.ā Utahime gives a lopsided grin, and Shoko chimes in.
āYeah, plus, Gojo looks way too naive. and if Iām beinā honest, babes, I thought you'd be more into guys like Geto.ā
Oh, how wrong your friend's impression of your taste was.
Because, unlike your typical frat boy, the allure of Gojo Satoru was so much more intoxicating to a girl like you.
After being invited to frat parties countless times, having been asked out by multiple popular guys again and again, almost always having the same personalityāand you knew that none of them could ever truly satisfy youāit was all becoming tedious.
You wanted something new.
Needed it, even.
āYou think heād go to the upcoming holiday frat party?ā you question, dismissing what Shoko suggested about your kind of taste in men.
A little stereotypical, but nonetheless, not far-fetched considering your reputation.
Shoko merely scoffs, āIf he hasnāt gone to not even one of his best friendās frat parties, what makes you think heāll go to this one?ā You purse your lips, face seconds away from falling into a downcast expression, and Utahime simply hums. āMm, you never know, Shoā. Maybe things could take a turn this winter.ā
āYeah, as if that walking, shaking leaf would ever go to any parāā Shokoās cut off by Utahime elbowing her in the chest, giving her a dirty look before wildly motioning towards you, who seems to become more and more deflated at each of Shokoās words.
āWhat Shoko here is trying to say..ā Utahime starts through clenched teeth, glaring at your chestnut-haired friend, āIs that while he may not have ever shown up to one before, you might find yourself being lucky. Itās the holidays, girl. And you know what they say about that contagious jolly spirit~.ā
You can only huff, already agreeing with Shoko about not seeing Gojo at any kind of partyāespecially a fraternity one.
Heād never seemed to be the type to go to one, anyway.
So instead, you laugh off Utahimeās comment while simultaneously fixing your cute lilā mini skirt.
But as youāre getting up to go to your next lecture, you donāt notice the way certain sapphire eyes are watching you saunter your pretty figure out of the library with your two girlfriends.
And eyeing you in the same exact way you were eyeing him just minutes ago.
.
.
.
āIām not going.ā
āSatoru, pleaseāā
āI already said no, Sugu. Itās not happening.ā
Geto glares at his blue-eyed friend, a deep frown set upon his soft lips as the latter stares back at him with a defiant expression of his own.
āCāmon. Youāve been cooped up in this room for way too long. Itās time you go out, for fuckās sake,ā exclaims Geto, waving his arms around frustratedly. Gojo can only groan, walking off to the farther end of the dorm room, plopping himself down onto his gaming chair. āYou canāt be serious.ā
āOh, Iām very serious.ā Geto bites back, trudging right on over to lean against Gojoās expensive desk.
āWhy do you want me to go so bad? And stop leaning so hard on itāā Gojo tries to shove him off, but Geto stubbornly sinks his weight deeper into the surface.
āYou need to socialize, Satoru. It's winter break, man!ā
āIām doing perfectly fine with how my social life is going, thank you. And winter break is about relaxing, you party animalāā
āThe only people you talk to on a daily basis are Professor Yaga and me. And you're always relaxing, tell me, how many hours do you have on that PC of yoursā?ā
āOkay?! So what?ā Gojo finally stands up, face-to-face with the raven-haired boy, thick white lashes blinking rapidly at him. āAt least I have normal hobbies. Tell me, who the hell would go to your parties if it werenāt to just get drunk, high, or laid?ā He grunts, and Geto can only raise a pierced brow at the otherāa sly smirk sliding its way onto his lips.
āAnd thatās exactly what you need.ā Gojo can only scoff, offended that his best friend could ever suggest that heās like one of those people. āYou know Iād never be like one of your frat buddies.ā Geto sighs exasperatedly, taking a moment to think before chuckling.
āWell, you do know sheās gonna be there, right?ā
And like the perfect lilā trick that it was, Gojoās immediately snapping his neck back to gape at his best friend in surprise. Hah, as if you werenāt the it girl on campus.
So easy.
āDoesnāt she usually go to them?ā He retorts, scrunching his brows to appear irritatedābut itās obvious that heās interested. Heās got that same look in his eyes when heās thinking of someone in particular.
You.
āYeah, but itās a holiday party, Satoru. You don't think that some frat dude is gonna want to kiss her underneath the mistletoe?ā
Shit.
Gojo was utterly, and irrevocably, doomed.
Because he couldāve never in his life hid the way his pupils constricted, that ugly green feeling he only ever felt when he would see you interacting with some stupid, cocky, undeserving guyāslithering its way into his veins, taking its seat at the pit of his stomach.
āAnd you're telling me this, because?" Gojo narrows his eyes at Geto, his right fist involuntarily clenching, his veins flexing against his milky skin. His raven-haired friend merely smiles.
"Just letting you know." He answers, and the silence that comes after becomes suffocating before Gojo clears his throat, lips hesitantly parting before he speaks. "But what would I even do there? Iām just gonna look like a freakinā loser, Sugu." Gojo grumbles, running his long fingers through his tousled hair.
And Geto only smiles.
Fuck.
FuckāGojo shouldāve known it was a losing battle from the start.
He shouldāve known Geto was going to use that stupid, charming, arrogant persona to persuade him into going.
He even pleaded if he could take his Nintendo 3ds with himāa means of distraction, a way to occupy himself when he would sneak off to a quiet area within enemy territory, if you wouldābut even that, he insisted, and persuaded him, into not bringing it.
Shit, he really shouldāve brought it with him.
He can just try and slink away while he still can, he thinks. No one will notice him anyway.
So far, he was right.
Everyone that he was passing by were the, very much cliche, cliques of popular students from their university. Most, if not all, were either in sports, had something to do with the fraternity, or was an invited sorority group. No one wouldāve recognized him anyway. He hoped. Prayed, even.
But he was weary.
There were too many people staring at himāand for once, he was paranoid about looking like a loner in front of all of these known figures from campus.
If he could just find a room in this godforsaken frat house where he could be aloneāChrist, it reeks of alcohol and sweat alreadyāthen he could just give it an hour or two before heās nagging geto to go home.
But then he finds himself being handed your typical red party cup, half-way filled, courtesy of Geto knowing how much of a lightweight he is.
And he knows that he wonāt be leaving anytime soon.
Gojoās shuffling his way through the living room, where itās damp and way too hot for his liking. Sweat-slicked, dancing bodies are being thrown against each other as if they were a pack of sardines and not in a villa-sized goddamn frat house.
Just how many freakinā people is Geto inviting to these parties?!
It gets to a point where Gojo feels like heād implode if he didnāt get some air. He begins shoving his way through the crowd, apologizing and excusing himself through it, frantically looking around for a corner that isnāt enveloped with bodies.
But then heās being pushed by a jock that he doesnāt even know the name ofāand is bumping right into someone else.
He curses under his breath, turns around to start profusely apologizing, hoping that itās not one of Getoās fellow frat boys, because he knows he wonāt have it in him to deal with the overcompensating fragile masculinity, or worse, when theyāre drunkā
But unbeknownst to Gojoās wildest dreams, it wasnāt a frat boy.
In oneās stead, was none other than you.
And oh, did you look divine.
The words are tumbling out faster than he can thinkā āO-oh, my..ā and Gojoās practically picking up his jaw from the floor, gawking shamelessly at your pretty face and figure.
You smile at him flirtatiously, eyes creasing as you fold your hands behind your back. The short, casual red dress you wore glimmered in the dim light of the corner you two stood in. The dress shirt Gojo wore suddenly felt all too tight, his chest constricting with awe and something deeper.
It takes a moment for him to pick his jaw back up, lips moving as if to speakābut nothing but a few noises of embarrassment are heard.
āGojo, right?ā You ask sweetly, observing him for a moment before speaking, tender tone making something in the back of his mind shiver. He can feel the lightning bolt of excitement zip! from the top of his head to the end of his spine. Gojo swallows thickly, watching in utter bewitchment as his name fall from your pretty lips.
His name. From your lips.
Was he already piss drunk?
āAgh!ā He hisses after pinching the skin on his forearm a little too hard, mind absolutely dizzy from the sight of you.
Gojoās taking in a long, ragged breath as he realizes that he was, in fact, perfectly sober. And this was, for sure, happening. Fuck. This was happening.
āO-ohāum, yes. Y-yeah, how do you know my..?ā Gojo asks sheepishly, reaching his hand behind his neck to scratch bashfully at his nape. He hadnāt even realized you were cleaning off your dress from the drink he spilt on you when you two bumped into each other.
āMm, just here and there whenever Iād see you and Geto in passing.ā You respond absentmindedly, eyes widening in pleasant surprise when Gojoās yanking a crumpled napkin from the pocket of his black pants and pressing down at the stain.
āIāmāso sorry⦠I didnātā didnāt mean toāā Heās stammering out, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge quickly before heās frantically shoving through his pockets to see if he could find more napkins.
Youāre grabbing his trembling slender hands and intertwining his long, soft fingers with your own as you smile, watching as Gojo flinches with vigor, a pretty color of pink blooming across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears.
How cute.
āSāokay. Iām just using this for tonight anyway.ā You murmur gently, curiously squeezing his hands, and to your satisfaction, his face turns a brighter shade of red.
āOhāare you⦠are you sure?ā He asks meekly, looking frantically between your eyes and then down at your chest, becoming more embarrassed by the fact that he probably seemed like a pervert trying to take swift peeks at your cleavage that was apparent from his height.
Well, for one, he was. But twoāhow could he ever possibly admit to that? Youād think he was a freak!
āMhm, pinky swear. Anyway, enough about meā Iāve never seen you in this kind of setting. Was Geto holding a gun to your head this time to finally tag along?ā You ask him lightheartedly, head tilting to the side.
Gojo blushes harder, blinking at you with feigned nonchalance. The words āActually, you were what he was holding over my head,ā were on the tip of his tongue, but instead he goes withāāErm, heāhe promised me a new monitor for my gaming PC.ā
You raise your brows in amusement, leaning into him as the beat of the music gets louder, the thrumming of the bass making Gojo question if he feels his vein pulsing harder because of the proximity, and the tantalizing smell of youā or simply because of the music that was reaching heights that were sure to have his ears ringing the next day.
āWhat kind of games do you play?ā You ask, letting go of Gojoās hands, crossing your arms under your chest, effectively pushing your cleavage upāmaking Gojoās adamās apple bob up nā down.
āJust⦠ya know, nerd⦠stuffsāā He mutters, voice becoming shy. In doing so, it caused you to lean closer so you can hear him against the loud music that seemed to turn up impossibly even higher.
āLike what?ā You come up to his ear, trying to speak louder than the rhythm buzzing through your skin, putting yourself up on your tippy toes. āWhat?ā He asks back, trying not to yell in your face, but he practically has to due to how blaring the noise was.
Who the hell is the DJ and why in the world is he making the music get way too loud for a damn frat party? Too loud for Gojo to hear his lady?
Gojo instinctively bends his head down to have your lips be pressed against his ear, trying to drown out the sound of the beat pulsing against his veins. But that was a good and well mistake, because soon enough he can feel his knees wobble once more when youāre speaking right into his sensitive ears.
āHow about we just go somewhere more quiet to talk?ā
Gojo doesnāt even hesitate for a split answer when he nods insistently, breathing out an āOkayā as youāre soon leading him out of the massive living room turned into a party hall, and into the dark corridor lit with christmas decorations such as red and green fairy lights lining the wall.
The music gets further and further away, only being able to be heard from the loud thump quivering across the floorboards. Gojo is staring down at your fingers interlaced, face beat red as he watches your figure from behind lead him up the stairs, turning down into another hallway.
The question of how you know your way around this gigantic villa is fleeting, only crossing his mind for a split second before heās being lightly pulled into a room.
The soft thunk! of his back hitting the wall and the way youāre pressing against him couldnāt even be processed fast enough for him to even think about what to do right now. For a split second, he believed that you mustāve tripped over your cute lil heels, crashing into him as a means of breaking your fall.
Only when youāre slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging tenderly at his scalp, white hair damp with sweat, the mix of cologne and bodily fluids that makes you giggleāis when it dawns on him.
āCan I?ā You whisper softly, looking up at him before your glazed eyes flicker down to his lips. āCan you what?ā He immediately huffs out in response, out of breath, despite barely having moved since you had him against the wall.
You smile shyly, and that makes Gojoās cock throb against his pants. Fuck, he was so wrecked already.
āCan I kiss you? Is that okay with you?ā You murmur, moving a fraction of an inch back, becoming nervous that you couldāve misinterpreted your conversation as anything other than flirting or bashfulness.
Oh.
Gojo is eagerly nodding, and you waste no time to lift yourself up on your tippy toes once more, and lean into him. Your lips press softly against his own, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.
You feel Gojo twitch, muscles flexing as you press into him harder, lips moving more in sync now that he was becoming comfortable.
And that emboldens you to grip onto his scalp tighter, pulling him in even deeper towards you, bodies melting into one another like puzzle pieces finding their missing part. God, this felt so right.
Gojoās big hands find themselves slithering around your hips, but heās still hesitant. Itās only when you reach down to secure his hands on your hip dips that heās whimpering quietly, lips parting slightly. You take the initiative to press your tongue against his, and thatās when heās gripping your flesh tighter.
You find yourself beginning to grind against his harder, stronger bodyā and his knee starts to unconsciously move in between your thighs. āHahāIāā He begins, breaths heavy and lips spit-slicked with your saliva.
āI would like you to know th-that Iāve neverāā He stutters out, trying to talk through the relentless kissingāand a part of him was glad that you were giving him trouble to speak.
āShhh,ā You sloppily shush him, the friction of your chubby pussylips rubbing against his knee, cotton panties beginning to become damp with arousalā made you whine hotly into his mouth.
Gojoās knee is stuttering at the sound, and the rounded surface is rubbing against your puffy folds so good that it makes you arch further into him.
Gojoās whines begin to grow louder, legs trembling as you continue to rut forwards into him, the slick dripping from your panties and stockings to his pants, creating a trail as you swerve your hips against his knee.
He almost buckles at the feeling of your hot core grinding against his knee, to his thigh, and back down againā the added stimulation of your tongues and teeth clashing messily makes him have to close his eyes or else youād see the way they were about to roll back into his skull.
āI think māgonna-ā He says, trying to speak, trying to keep up, trying to breatheā trying so hard not to cum in his pants right then and there.
You follow him without a second thought as he begins to slide against the wall and onto the floor, your legs straddling him as you continue to grind against the flesh of his thigh, the sweet friction making you gasp into his mouth. Your clit twitches through the fabricāthe scraping of fabric, of muscle, of skin, all of it was bound to make you keen with pleasure.
Gojo's arms flex, hands pushing you further down, guiding you as you continue to lose yourself above him. You feel that familiar sensation begin to form in the pit of your stomach, the ecstasy gliding down, down, downāuntil your toes are curling. You have to part your lips from the wet kiss as you feel your impending orgasm beginning to build.
But then Gojoās stopping you.
His hands slide up to your waist, and hold you there. You flutter your lashes open, looking at him with confusion. You buck, once, to try and continueāto no avail. He finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips before its snapping as the back of his head hits the wall with a light thunk!
His nose scrunches, and after a moment, his head tilts down to stare at his lap, where the glistening slick of your arousal twinkled back at him. He licks his lips, and glances up at you once more. āCan I?ā He breathes out after a moment, voice hoarse, and a pitch higher than before.
With furrowed brows, expression still dazed, you tilt your head. āCan you what?ā You whisper back, fingers pulling at the tufts of white hair on the back of his head, tongue darting out to lick your lips at the way his lips wobble, his flushed cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
āCan I taste you?ā He asks, almost shyly, and your eyes widen at the way heās reaching up to take off his glasses, folding them closed before heās shoving them into his pocket as his sapphire eyes wander over your body once more before heās swallowing, irises locking onto your own. You donāt waste time and quickly nod.
Gojoās already pullingāno, lifting you up by the thighs, and settling you up to stand directly over him. His pupils are practically swallowing his irises, and heās forcing himself to sit upright as he drags his gaze back up to you. His fingers graze over your skin, touching, memorizing each dip and texture of your body before heās settling at your hips, where your stockings and panties sat.
And then he pulls, maybe yanks, with the force that he carries in those bulky arms, until he can hear a noise that sounds like a riiip! of your stockings, and he can only murmur out a āIāll buy you new ones, promise,ā before your underwear is pooling at your ankles.
There, through his hazy visionāgranted, both from desire and the fact that his vision has always been blurryāhe locks eyes with it.
Your cunt, dripping with slick, winking back at him with need. While youāre spread before him, feet at either side of his waist, heās gently tugging you closer, so youāre right above him. Each hot breath he took against your pussy causes you to shiver, the heavy pants making your senses tingle. His hands rise higher, from gripping the flesh of your thighs, to shakily, slowly, spread your puffy folds open.
He watches as his thumb brushes over your sensitive clit, and youāre gushing out more juices as a soft gasp slips from your mouth. His eyes flicker up for just a moment, and he sees the way your brows furrow deeper, frustration flickering across your features.
He looks back down, head tilting back. Gojoās jaw drops, tongue lolling out leisurely, mouth easily salivating as heās catching your honeyed saturnine, letting it go down his throat before he swallows.
So sweet.
Thatās the only thought he can form before heās mindlessly grabbing your waist, and sitting you down on his face.
Your breath hitches at way heās bumping his nose against your clit, his lips greedily kissing up nā down your slit, tongue darting out to tease your hole ever so often.
Your hips jerk once you feel the glob of spit that trickles down your puffy folds, a little gift from Gojo. His thumb comez back to your pussy to smearrrrr it all over, from your needy clit till your sobbing hole. Oh god how was he so good at turning you on?
He kisses back down once again, before flattening his tongue and gliding it back up, until the tip of the muscle is swirling around your sensitive bud.
Your half-lidded eyes twitch with lust, hips bucking downwards as you feel his lips wrap around your perked clit, sucking fervently. āOh,ā you moan out, nodding your head as you lift your foot up and out of the leg hole of your underwear, settling your knee against the wallāgiving him better access. āThat feelsā ngh- so good, Gojoāā
A lewd pop! echoes as he lets go of your clit, looking up at you as he continues to drag and push his tongue up and against your slit and folds, hungrily gulping down each dribble of your arousal.
āSatoru,ā he breathlessly murmured, not even realizing that heās already unbuckling his own pants. āCall me Satoruā Please.ā He whimpers, continuing his assault on your drenched cunt. You tilt your chin down, barely locking eyes with him with the way your dress was bunched up at your pelvis, and you jitterily giggle.
His hand that was holding the back of your knee lets go of it, and climbs upwards to palm your lower pussy. The other is freeing his aching cock and giving it a soft squeeze before heās fisting it languidly.
āSatoru,ā you mewl, letting one hand go that was tangled in his thick hair to travel down to where his hand rested against your folds. āNeed your fingersāā taking his digits and dragging them to your clenching hole, biting your kiss-swollen bottom lip before sucking in a sharp breath, āIn here.ā
He almost moans, almostā if it werenāt for the way he nods hurriedly, going back to creating shapes and so against your button, which what feels like lettersā Wait.
Did you just feel him draw a G on your clit?
Youāre opening your eyes, sockets on the brink of bulging as your gaze snaps down to look at him, but you donāt have the ability to ponder over it any longer once heās prodding two of his long digits against your hole, nose bumpinā and pushing against your clit as your spine arches with a loonngg shiver.
āSātoru-ā youāre blabbering his name out once before heās pushing both his fingers in at the same time, your wetness making it easy for him to scissor his digits in, pushing, pushing, pushing deeper until heās curling them up and against that sweet spot that youāre oh so familiar with.
The tight ring of muscle is expanding against his thick fingers, and heās starting to pull them out, up until only his finger pads are being swallowed by your gummy walls, and then back in until his knuckles spank! against your pussy folds.
You squeal softly, head pushing against the wall, eyes suddenly feeling heavy. Gojoās tongue is flicking back nā forth, the wet muscle lapping up your sap, as if he didnāt, heād become thirsty all over again. Your pelvis bounces back down, and you hear the soft squelch! of your ravenous pussy begging for more, more, more.
Your head is fogged up, clouded with lust, desire, and the carnal itch to get him insideā you roll your head to the side, glancing back, and with glassy eyes, watch as Gojo jerks his fat cock. You grip harder onto his hair, your leg that you were standing on beginning to quiver as you let out a guttural sigh of pleasure.
His fingers continue their messy pace, and while he doesnāt stop thrusting them in nā out, in nā back out, heās watching as your back further arches, your bust pressing up into the wall.
He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling the way his thumb brushed over his bulbous head, pre-cum smearing against his palm. He uses it as a lubricant, dragging his hand lazily around his length, feeling his veins pulse hotly beneath it.
And then he feels your gummy walls clamp tighter around his fingers, and he knows that youāre going to cum soon.
Now, Gojo doesnāt have experience with the physical aspect of intimacy, butāheās read up on enough and watched some, to have an idea as to how this goes.
So when youāre letting out a low squeal once heās pressing against your most sensitive area, heās egged on to keep going. His fingers curl every time heās pushing his fingers back into you, finger pads nudging your g-spot over and over again until your back is bowing down, your knee that was up against the wall slowly falling back down to the floor as your other leg begins to wobble.
āNghā Oh, F-fuck, āToru,ā youāre panting out, mouth babbling faster than you can even form one single coherent thought, hips jerking downwards. The overstimulation is making your eyes water, the side of your mouth begin to seep out a thin stream of drool as your jaw slacks.
Gojoās own are snapping back open, cock twitching at the way you said his name, and heās forcing himself to keep going despite how his jaw is beginning to ache, simply just to chase your release with you.
āAhā! Fuck- Oh! Gonna cum, āToru- Māgonnaā!ā You cry out, and Gojo doesnāt think twice before letting go of his shaft, even though he was on the verge of cumming himself. His arm wraps around waist, holding you there as you tremble above him, hot white pleasure taking over you as your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has.
Gojoās lapping and gulping down your sweet essence, letting out a husky groan at the way you spasm around his fingers and tongue, the overwhelming stimulation making you choke out your moans as you continue to ride out your high against his face.
He doesnāt say anything except the low hums of approval as you reel from the euphoric electricity that was still zapping through every inch of your body, ears soaking in each sound you made, storing them into his mind.
He finally parts from your pussy, lips red and glistening with your juices, eyes drinking in the way your cunt shined with your creamy nectar, hole desperately trying to keep and suck his digits back in once heās slowly pulling them out.
He gives one last wet smooch to your clit, the sensitive nerve hardening once more against his mouth as he smiles. He pulls away fully, and glances down at his glossy fingers before popping them into his mouth, and licking them clean.
Youāre slumped against the wall, still standing upright only because Gojo was holding onto you to keep you from collapsing to the floor. Momentarily, neither of you say anything. Only the long, spent breaths of yours mingling with his as your thudding heart begins to slow to a normal rhythm.
āCan we- Can we keepāā heās trying to get out, head leaning back to look up at you, but youāre already furiously nodding your head. āYes- yes, pleaseāā youāre sputtering out, eyes blinking rapidly as your blurred vision begins to settle. Gojoās already moving once you breathe out the first word.
His hands go to hold onto your thighs, settling against the underside of your ass as he lifts you upwards, body advancing towards theāconvenientābed that was placed in the middle of the room. Heās plopping you down on the bed, and somewhere along the way, your dress and undergarments, along with his shirt, pants and boxers were all discarded on the floor.
āWanna feel you,ā heās muttering, eyes staring down at you as you admire him from beneath. āWannaā wanna be insideāā his voice cracks at the end, like heās begging you to let him hold you, to let him have you. You swallow a thick glob of saliva as you angle your head to the side, a small grin dancing on your lips. āThen have me.ā
It doesnāt take anything else for Gojo to dip his head back down, lips crashing back onto yours. Your tongue longingly nudges against his teeth, and heās opening his mouth wider to let you in. You begin sucking on his tongue, before going back to needily kissing him, arms wrapping around his neck as you exhale into his mouth, and vice versa.
Gojoās absentmindedly lowering his hand to reach for his cock once again, dragging it against your pussylips. You moan into his mouth, legs instinctively spreading wide open, letting the bottom side of his shaft dragggg against your slit, your sugary slick oozing down your cunt, and onto his cock.
You briefly peer down, and it only takes a split second for your eyes to enlarge, jaw dropping to stare at the sheer length of his cock. āOh my godāā you breathe out, trying to imagine how far itād go in. You can make out 1, 2, 3ā¦. 9 inchesā¦? before youāre having to snap your mouth back shut, gulping audibly. Was that going to evenā?
āSāgonna fit. P-Promise- I know you can take it.ā Heās whimpering softly, wash-board abs rolling into your tummy as he huffs. Had you said that out loud? You look back up at him, and watch as his flushed face grows distant, as if something shuts off in his brain, and heās moving with simply just visceral want thatās now carved deep into his sharp features.
With one swift motion, heās pushing your legs up by the underside of your thighs, until your knees are pushed against your tits. He spreads your legs further out, your calves now on either side of your head, and your ankles are resting against his shoulders.
āSatoruāā you whine, jolting at the way his bulbous head slaps against your clit. Heās glancing at you, once, before heās lining the tip up against your puckered hole. But it seems like it slips down due to how much arousal thatās drooling out of your orifice.
One single poke at your second hole is all you need before youāre gripping his wrist that was caging your head in, eyeing him in cautious warning.
āS-Sorryāā heās sputtering out, hand guiding it up back up to your hole that was squeezing around nothing, and giving an experimental push inside.
You can only let out a single breathy laugh before youāre both gasping at the feelingā you with the sheer streeeetch of his girth, and Gojo with the way the taut ring of muscle at your entrance practically forced itself to dilate to try and accommodate his size.
āOh, G-godāā you shrill throatily, half-lidded eyes blinking languidly as you suck in your bottom lip to bite hard. You can feel Gojoās knees shudder with each inch that your gluttonous pussy devours, the obscene squelches! making your eyes almost cross. āF-uck, jusā- just a bit m-more, moreāā heās beginning to chant, blue eyes going a shade darker the further his cock sinks in.
You can practically feel him in your throat by now, and each time youāre taking in a shaky breath, youāre having to gasp for air just to simply not have your head go dizzy. āT-Toru, ngh- are you okayāā youāre choking out, hips bucking upwards, as you catch the way heās been still for the past few seconds. It takes a beat for him to look up at you, and you see the thin blood trail trickling down his nose.
He wipes his nostrils, giving you a quick peck as reassurance, noting the way your brows downturn. āYes- I justāā Heās panting out, the blush that was on his face now spreading to the tips of his ears. āHad to stop myself from cumming..ā Heās meekly mumbling, and youāre clamping down on him from how utterly endearing he was.
āYouāre so cute.ā You chuckle tenderly, watching the way Gojo lowers his head to the crook of your neck in embarrassment. He continues to push his cock deeper in, but the slower he goes to try and let you settle in with his size, the more hyperaware he becomes with the feeling of your gummy walls slurping and shucking! him in.
Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper andā
Until heās completely bottoming out.
Your eyes twitch, nails clawing at his bulging biceps as you scramble up to rest on your elbows. The round cap of his cock knocks! against your cervix, and that sole bang against your spongey walls makes your legs slip off his shoulders, feet digging into the mattress, trying to scurry backwardsātrying to run.
It doesnāt work though, because Gojoās yanking you back down by the ankle, and letting them rest on his broad shoulders once again.
āDonāt- Donāt run from it, baby, pleaseāā his upper body is slumping down, arms wrapping around your own shoulders as heās lowering more of his weight on you, securing you below him. You gurgle out a moan, fingers going to scrape down his back, feeling the way his muscles ripple with each movement.
The thrusts start off as shy, his pelvis only lifting up a fraction from your own to bully his cock back in, the zig zag of his veins triggering your head to throw back, jaw dropping slightly once he starts to move. āNgh- Oh- oh my goddddāā youāre gritting out, voice growing louder as you continue to babble out moans.
Gojoās head is still against your neck, his hot breath making your pulse spike. Heās nipping at the sensitive skin, guttural whimpers slip past his lips with each thrust, the lewd plaps! of skin to skin and his hefty balls slapping against the globes of your ass has him wanting to empty out inside you already before he no longer finds it enough.
Not enough, not enough, not enoughā for him and heās sure for you, too.
One hand comes flying up from holding you to hold the crown of your head, pushing your skull further back into the squeaking mattress, giving him further access to your throat. His canines gnaw at your flesh, biting down until he knows that the mark will stay, and then smoothing his tongue over them, painting your skin.
The soles of his feet are digging further into the sheets, hiking himself higher, until your joints are popping and youāre feeling his shaft tug, tug, tug back out until only his cockhead is wedged inside. You let out a sobbing protest, nails raking down his back as your pussy tried to squeeze him back in.
āSa- Hah- toruāā youāre choking out, eyes lowering to look at him, the top of your head still being pushed down by the palm of his hand. āKeep fucking meāā youāre puffing out, hips swerving upwards, tear-brimmed lashes blinking briskly. Your lips part to let out another whine, but whatever you were about to say dies down in your throat as soon as heās locking eyes with you. And, oh, the Gojo in front of you was completely different from who you knew.
This Gojo⦠looks crazed.
Crazed, and drunken. On what exactly, pray tell?
āāToru, are you pussydrunk?ā You ask breathlessly, eyelids too heavy to open them wide enough, Gojoās batting his eyelashes, finally looking at you. He nods mindlessly, fingers sliding into your scalp and gripping on to hold you down as he licks his lips.
āYes.ā He replies, voice hoarse and frenzied. āYes, yes yes yes yesā God, yes.ā He grits out, almost spitting as he repeats it over and over again like a mantra, like itās the only thing he can say to himself to hold onto his slipping sanity.
And then heās bulldozing back into you with such brute force, the headboard of the bed starts to bang! against the wall, the legs of the bed struggling to keep itself upright.
You can only gasp and claw at him, trying to hold onto him as he fucks, and fucks, and fucks you.
Ruins you.
And you donāt even realize that Gojoās beginning to tremor with such vigor until your head is no longer spinning from the sheer impact of the knob of his tip thwacking! over nā over again at your cervixālike it wasnāt even asking to come inside, but making its way through.
āBeen dreaming of thisāā heās saying, words slurring and tumbling out faster than you can barely process as heās pounding you deep into the bedsheets. āWanting this for so longā wanted youāā
He doesnāt stop rambling, hips beginning to stutter, heavy balls tightening with each clap against your asscheeks. That well-known heat that begins to coil deep into his stomach and bolts up his spine signals that he was bound to cum at any rate.
āI love you.ā
The words come rambling out faster than he can even fathom them. Faster than he can try and rush to stammer out an excuse.
So instead, he lets go of your head and decides to pound into you harder, deeper. Like heās trying to fuck you dumb, until all you can remember is his name, and forget what heās just said. His hands are sliding down your body, groping and squeezing your flesh, until he gets to your tummy.
He presses down, till the pressure is making your body arch up and off the mattress, pleasure shooting throughout every inch of your nerves at the way heās rubbing his hand against your womb, and you can feel the way his fat head is bump, bump, bumping up against your womb.
The bulge against your lower abdomen makes his eyes gloss over with lust, heavy lids lazily blinking, drinking in the sight. He watches it poke and prod up nā up on your belly, the urge to fill you up to the brim comes barreling down greedily.
Your maw slacks, tits rubbing up on his plush pecs as he continues to slam into you, the filthy sounds of your skin sticking together with his once heās pulling back out due to your juices and his pre-cum causes your eyes to cross.
Every thrust sends out an electrifying current through your body, legs quivering furiously as your ankles slip off his shoulders once more. The way you clamp down on him, syrupy walls squeezing against the ridges of his length and the bumps of his pulsing veins with each ram back into you, as if wanting to milk him dryā was going to make Gojo snap.
āFuck- F-uuuccckā Iām gonna- ngh! gonna cumāā Heās spitting out, dragging his plump bottom lip into his mouth, canines sinking into the muscle as he buries his head deeper into your neck. His hips begin to stutter, thrusts becoming sloppierāand you can feel the way his right-leaning cock is scraping against your G-spot repeatedly, making your head roll dottily to the side, mouth dropping into an āOā shape.
Gojoās pupils are practically heart-shaped by now, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck so you couldnāt see the way his eyes were rolling back into his skull like a goddamn madman.
Your hands are drifting up to run your fingers through his white tufts of hair, skimming through his scalp, lowering your chin to press your lips against temple. You pant hotly, steadying your breaths to speak.
āI love you too.ā
You say it back, voice tremblingābreathy and so beautiful.
And thatās what does it.
Gojoās bowing forwards, a broken whimper slipping past his lips as he pounds into you one last time before heās suddenly crashing so hard into his orgasm that he thinks he might just shatter above you.
His cock slaps against your cervix, hitting and hitting and hitting until all of him is deep in you, until the bottom of his shaft is engulfed into your cunt, the creamy ring at his base dribbling against your inner thighs and down your ass.
Bullseye.
His cum comes out in hot, thick spurts, the feeling of it filling your womb up oh so good has you squealing frantically, legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as he continues to shiver, body rolling into yours, large hands going down to palm and grope your ass, hauling you up to secure his load inside you. The bloating of your tummy once he's finally dumping all of him inside you is almost pornographic.
His happy trail scratches against your clit, and youāre moaning right into his sensitive ear. He nibbles on your collarbone, licking up, past your throat, and up to your jaw, and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, pulling gently.
That simple movement is what sends you over the edge.
Your grip on his scalp turns bruising, so much so that it has Gojo whining salaciously into your mouth. āOh, shiiit Toru, oh fuckāā Youāre heaving out, heart slamming against your rib cage, spine still curved, chest rising and falling rapidly, body still quivering from your climax.
His vision is still blacked out for a few more moments until heās finally coming to, mouth already on your own sooner than he can realize.
You grin lazily against his lips, your gaze meeting his own before you pull back, giddily biting the inside of your cheek at the way heās trying to chase you for another. āSo,ā you start off, gliding your clammy palms down the scratches that were sure to paint his back red by tomorrow.
āIt seems like I got my Christmas present early.ā You say softly, cooing at the way Gojoās nuzzling his cheek against your hand when you hold his face. āWhat were you wishing for this year?ā He asks you, as if it werenāt the most obvious thing in the world.
āYou. Underneath the mistletoe with me. And in bed.ā You reply, watching as the tips of Gojoās ears begin to burn once more. He dips his head down to press his forehead against yours, hair falling onto your own.
āActually,ā he breathes out, glancing back down at your lips. āYou were mine too-ā
Knock! Knock! Knock!
āSatoru, are you in here? Been looking for you all for over 20 minutes, man. I think your girl left already. No one can find her either andāā
Ah.
Gojo glances at you, expression still dazed, eyes wide with surprise at the sound of Getoās voice. If he were to come in now, heād see the way you were folded like a lawn chair and Gojo was all up in you to the brim.
Had you locked the door?
Thereās not much time to dwell on it when the doorknob begins to rattle, and relief washes over his body when he notices that you, in fact, did lock the door.
But it seems like Geto isnāt giving in.
āSatoru, if you locked yourself in here just to play on that Nintendo 3DS, I swear to godāā
āJust ignore him, please.ā
Gojoās grumbling in embarrassment, shaking his head the more Geto yaps on and on about how he shouldnāt be isolating himself at a Christmas party for fucks sakeā and you canāt help but burst out laughing at how red the azure-eyed man's face had become.
It goes silent after your giggles die down.
āOh.ā Getoās gasping from the other side of the door, your voice all too familiar around campus for him not to immediately clock that itās you thatās in there with him.
āGo easy on him, will ya?ā The raven-haired man is saying, seemingly in a serious manner, but thereās a hint of teasing in his tone. Gojoās letting out a deep sigh, lolling his head down, resting against your shoulder.
He was going to pummel Geto later.
āMerry Christmas Eve, you two!ā
His footsteps are getting fainter and fainter, till itās become quiet once more except for the occasional breaths each of you took. Your fingers run down his hair again, heat searing deep into your chest and skin. But it was different this time.
āMerry Christmas, Satoru.ā You whisper sensually into his ear, making his spine tingle with need. He lifts his head up, staring at your blissed-out face, features glowing faintly from the moonlight seeping into the room through the window.
āMerry Christmas, gorgeous. Can I open my present early this time?ā He murmurs against your lips, and youāre smiling from ear to ear, nodding elatedly.
A truly Merry Christmas this year indeed.
A/N. would yall believe me if i said that this was supposed to be published on halloween... a bit rushed, but i hope you all enjoyed! (i made it w 30 mins left heh.. my family did not come to play this christmas omfg) may you continue to spend time with your loved ones, and i hope you all had a lovely christmas. to those who don't celebrate, still, have a wonderful, safe, jolly season ^^!
MILKSHAKE! - T.F.
Synopsis. Your milkshakes arenāt bringing all the boys bulls to the yard? Youāve never been properly fĆŗcked through your heats? Donāt worry, thereās a new bull hybrid on the farm - Toji Fushiguro. And he promises to milk you dry.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farm AU, hybrids AU, farmer!Shiu cameo, RĆTS, feraI Toji, heās kept away, face-sĆtting, oraI (fem rec.), spĆtting, fĆngering, manhandIing, overstĆm, heās BIG, making it fit, p sIapping, p talking, mean Toji, tummy buIges, Toji with nĆppIe pĆercings, heat-inducing, first times (for you), vĆrginĆty Ioss, ROUGH s, tail-pulling, running from it, dĆŗmbifĆcation, BRĆEDING, matĆng presses, Iactation, drinking it, creampĆes, cĆŗmpIay, implied marathon, slight exhĆbitionĆsm, pet names, swĆ©aring.
Word count. 12.8k
A/N. ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT- inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e (an absolute sweetheart, tysm for letting me write this) and to all the babygirls who summoned me there <33
āAnother bull hybrid?ā Shiu growls into his phone, listening to the conversation crackling from the other end of the line. āA Japanese Shorthorn at that?ā
Those things were hugeā¦
With a hand on his hip, he casts a thoughtful look out into the horizon. The beaming, bustling, sun-baked farm; amongst the tufts of grass, Shiuās hybrids grazed, occasionally flicking their ears in the direction of the conversation. All but one of them.Ā
In the shade of the overlarge crimson barn, he could spot you dozing away in the shadeāone of his proudest purebred cows.Ā
āNo- no, I hear you.ā He listens to farmer Kusakabeās begging, āItās not a space issue, itās justā¦ā Shiu hesitates, throwing yet another glance your way. Still dazed. Still exhausted. āItās just that one of my cow hybrids- yes, her- fine, my favorite, just finished her heat. And I was worried that introducing a new bull wouldā¦ā
A few more pleas.Ā
Until, ultimately, the farmer sighs.Ā
āFineā¦send this Toji over then.ā
YESSSSSSS
tojiās nsfw alphabet ! ą«® ą¾ą½²ā āøāø ā ą¾ą½²į
š§ cw choking , praise , full nelson / prone bone , panty stealing , primal play , piss kink , dry humping , mentions of oral sex , semi-public sex , sex toys , degrading , dacryphilia , genital piercing
a - aftercare
no matter the position, tojiās letting you collapse on top of him for a little while his hands card through your messy hair. heād check if you were okay, crack a joke & depending on his energy would run you both a hot bath to share
b - body part
heād claim to love every part of you but thereās nothing that tops your tits. big or small, toji doesnāt care - just loves to grope and engulf them with either his large hands or his scarred maw. plus, watching your body stutter when his fingertips ghost over your sensitive buds drive him crazy. personally, he loves his biceps (you probably do too.) thereās something in squishing your cheeks between them, or fucking you in a mean headlock that boosts his ego big time
c - cum
thick, white and definitely creamy. this man is 6 feet something and probably over 100kg; his cum gushes out of your fluttering hole like it just drowned your insides. heās a big man with biiiiig amounts of it
d - dirty secret
toji is such a slut for praise. heād take this with him to the grave if it meant youād never bring it up but it didnāt take long for you to find out either. his entire body goes rigid whenever you whisper how good heās making you feel, thrusts getting sloppier by the second
e - experience
compared to you, he knows exactly what heās doing. he knew how to tame your attitude and definitely learned overtime what makes you squirm the most; whether itās a certain way he thumbs your clit or the pressure he uses juuust right on your neck to mix fear with adrenaline
f - fav position
itās a tie between full nelson and prone bone. both give him the complete control of fucking you to his hearts content and both have you crying with pleasure each time. toji revels in hooking his beefy arms under your thighs, leaving you with no room to run away from his cock. furthermore, the primal feeling of dicking you down with all of his weight hovering above you makes him pound your pussy twice as fast
g - goofy
not exactly serious unless heās punishing you for something, toji definitely loves teasing you or cracking jokes mid-thrust. heās big on lazy sex, gripping your hips with a tired smile as he languidly strokes his cock up and down your folds at the crack of dawn. as long as you both enjoy it, he doesnāt care or feel a need to be stern about it
h - hair
facial wise, youāre the one being called over to make sure heās got a clean jaw. otherwise, toji doesnāt give a fuck what goes on down there. besides, heās got an inkling the sex is better when you spend half of the foreplay staring at his happy trail, so heās happy if youāre happy. of course, when it comes to your own body hair, he doesnāt give a fuck about it either - he just wants to make you feel comfortable and fucked-out by the end of the night
i - intimacy
it never really occurred to him just how much he treasures being intimate with you. after all, toji used to sleep around for a place to stay the night. now all of a sudden, he canāt comprehend doing anything unless itās with you. heās a romantic at heart, probably, despite the careless demeanor and walls he built up over the years
j - jack off
before you two officially dated, it was all the fucking time. every single night was spent angrily fisting his cock to the thought of you, even if he was mostly doing it out of frustration for feeling so soft around you. nowadays, it only happens when youāre out for too long - preferrably when heās home alone so he can wrap your panties around his shaft and get away with it
k - kinks
pretty vanilla, all things considered. though he wouldnāt ever admit it or think too deep on it, toji definitely gets off on power imbalances or primal play. other than that, this man would absolutely never admit his enticement for omorashi or anything to do with a light piss kink. itās pretty obvious though
l - location
upon renting an apartment together, you two picked buying a leather couch for a reason. it cleans everything pretty easily without any stains and toji puts that advantage to good use. having you ride him while watching the game at the same time is like heaven on earth for him - heās a simple man with simple needs and those needs include rutting into you as his team wins the match
m - motivation
anything you do could probably turn this man on. in fact, there are countless times where he rubbed his boner against the cleft of your ass when you were just trying to mind your business. all you have to do is say the word and heās drilling into you round after round, toji doesnāt care at all.
n - no
although the idea of you testing his patience by flirting with other guys sounds enticing to his dick, heād never let it happen in real life. toji likes his future wife to be loyal and he frankly wouldnāt stand for you going out of your way to āmicro-cheatā on him. however, donāt mistake this for insecurity, if any guy wants to come up and test his luck, he doesnāt care. as long as itās not you initiating it
o - oral
donāt get me wrong, toji loves receiving head. he loves it when you stare up at him with teary eyes, grabbing the back of his thighs to steady yourself to his nine inches. but eating you out like youāre his last meal? chefs kiss, literally. thereās a lot more playing field with your pussy - being able to stimulate both your clit and spongy walls will never not make you both satisfied
p - pace
he probably starts off quite slow, prepping you for whatās about to come by tediously curling his huge digits into your g-spot over and over again before bullying your cervix at an award-winning pace. itās rough all over, including bits of hair pulling and biting from you just to muffle your loudest moans
q - quickie
these probably only happen when heās out and frustrated. maybe it was the length of your skirt or the sweet giggle from you after he told a joke - toji doesnāt mind dragging you back to the car so you can help him out before resuming your lunch dates. then again, he also doesnāt mind waking up and rubbing his length over your folds or slipping just the tip in before a long day at work
r - risk
toji is definitely game to experiment with you. after all, itās your pussy heās worshipping at the end of the day, you might as well be the one to choose how he does it. risk is something that would turn him on beyond comprehension and heād probably almost cum in his pants at the thought of someone catching him in the act, using you like a ragdoll in a semi-public area
s - stamina
realistically, four rounds would be his max. but if you waited or let him fuck you all day on his own time, heād never run out of stamina. making you dumb and overstimulated on his cock is probably his favorite activity in the world and the speed is unmatched. though if you really wanted to slow, toji wouldnāt hesitate to take his sweet time with you until you cry and beg him to hurry the fuck up
t - toys
toji isnāt a big fan of dildos, but he still lets you keep the one personally shaped like his own cock just for when heās away for too long. as for other toys, heās down for making your legs violently shake with a cruelly angled bullet vibrator prodding your sensitive clit or even pinching your nipples with pretty clamps. no amount of convicing would let you use any on him though, he loves having control
u - unfair
heās so fucking mean itās insane. the biggest gentle giant who wouldnāt lay a hand on you around the house is mocking you in bed, licking a stripe up your cheeck and swallowing your tears with pride as he feigns concern for keeping your bratty attitude in check. he loves to show you whoās in charge, degrading you in the best ways possible each time
v - volume
no one can convince me that toji isnāt loud as hell in bed. even without sex, he has troubles with his volume and wakes you up with his impossibly loud snoring or jumpscares you when his team hits a good score on tv. heād grunt and groan like some kind of incubus, constantly tumbling praise or degradation down your ear as his hot breath makes you shudder
w - wild card
definitely a wild one, something in me feels like toji had a jacobās ladder piercing as a teenager. i refuse to elaborate but trust me i know what iām talking about⦠itās gone now, thanks to constant complaining about it from the women before he met you, but he only brought it up once to you when severely drunk
x - x-ray
there are countless nicks, burns and hefty scars littered all over his body. he might seem comfortable talking about all of them as if he remembers each one individually (he does, mostly) but when your hands hover just above them during sex he freezes up. build-wise, toji is ripped. your favorite season is winter only because of the bulk that comes with it (and the holidays, i guess)
y - yearning
despite toji being literally early-forties, his sex drive is considerably high for his age. though the same could be said for all of his other āsensesā and it isnāt much of a surprise, he loves you more than anything. he knows you more than he knows the horrible life he used to life. besides, if he feels too tired, you could always do the work yourself. save a horse, ladies
z - zzz
it takes quite a lot for someone as scarred as toji to fall asleep, especially minutes following a shared orgasm. he likely understands that youāre different, softer than him around the edges and feel safe in his arms to drift off. but the constant voice in the back of his mind says otherwise if he tries the same thing. but after time passes and he grows more comfortable, heās almost falling asleep before you do. and you donāt mind it at all <3
a/n wow this is my kinktober contribution guys, happy halloween ! i need to get him pregnant give me reqs nooowww ą«®ź°ą¾ą½²ā©Ā“ įµ `ā©ź±ą¾ą½²į
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ā± mdni, late night with phone-sex hotline operator Toji
Late nights and the sinking feeling of boredom creeping up on you blended into a feeling you were all too familiar with. The low thrum of heat curling deep in your gut washed away any rational thought, and you found yourself in bed, thumb hovering over the cheap hotline ad that had caught your attention.
And so you tapped the link, dialled the number, and chewed anxiously on your nail as you waited for someone to pick up.
The line clicked, jumpstarting your heart as a low, clearly disinterested grunt answers your call.
"Uhmā hello . . . ?"
"Mhm, mhm. One secā Yeah, you're through. Whaddya want at this hour, baby?"
Oh.
Oh, how glad you were to be alone so that no one could see the way you pressed your palm against your clothed pussy.
His voice was pure sexā masculine, gravelly, as if he was half-asleep. You were surprised that you didn't roll your eyes or hang up at how corny this all was, but the weight, the promises of what lay behind the strangers voice was to enticing to pass up on.
"Don't know, really," you murmured shyly, toying with a stray string on your blanket. "Was bored, I suppose. Wanted to see what this hotline was about."
The man on the phone pausedā before letting out a chuckle, sleazy and knowing.
"Bored, you say? Wait, waitā lemme picture the scene. You're probably sittin' there with a hand between your thighs, waiting for some stranger to call you out on how much of a dirty girl you are."
You let out a scoff, ripping your hand away from your crotch in shame. How could he have known?
"Pfft. Is that really your go-to line with every unsuspecting girl that rings your number?"
"Eh, usually," he shrugged on his end of the phone, twirling the black wire around a thick finger, cock stirring slightly in his pants. "Most of the chicks I get callin' me are easy. Get 'em moaning in the first five minutes. No point in wasting the good shit."
"Hah, I see you're actually bothering to make conversation with me then. Why's that?"
Your words earned you a low whistle from the man, who slouched in his seat and adjusted his crotch. His voice audibly dropped, growing huskier by the minute the more you caught his attention.
"Something in the way you speak, doll. Sounds like a slutty little thing like you could actually take it," he purred, deciding to slip the chubbed girth of his cock out of his pants and fapping it to full hardness. "Bet you'd fuckin' listen if I told you to spread those legs and stroke that pretty clit of yours."
You broke the silence with a subtle hitch in your breath, ears honing in on the almost inaudible fwap fwap fwap noises from the other end of the line.
The man simply grinned, already fisting his cock. But it wasn't just out of boredom this time or a poor way to pass the long hours of his shift. Noā your coy little act had him leaking, precum wetting the hardened edges of his knuckles as he murmured to himself.
"Hahā shit. First time I've actually gotten hard over some chick on this damn job."
If your cunt wasn't drooling before, it certainly was now. You felt your pulse pick up considerably as you sat up straight in bed. "W-waitā are you seriously jerking off?"
"Fuuuck, yeah, I am," he groaned, tipping his head back. "Got no fuckin ' idea how sweet you sound, huh? Keep talkin' for me, baby. Make me cum 'n I'll give you a discount. How's that sound?"
For the first time in months on this shitty job, Tojj was stroking himself senselessā milking his cock dry and getting off on the way you were slowly melting with his words. For once, too, Toji dropped his name when you came for him, squealing as you audibly spasmed around your drenched fingers.
After all, Toji couldn't resist rewarding the pretty girl who made his job worth it.
@coralbae tickled my brain and this was born
(s)creaming
Batman!Toji who has been hearing of recent huge heists that have caused Gotham City to go into a stir, all of the pieces that were being stolen within Gothamās famous art gallery, known to hold some of the most famous pieces of history. Owned by none other than Toji Fushiguro. With how at large these artifacts are going for, these heists are being rumored to have been done by one extremely talented cat thief. One that is very notorious in Gotham City.
Batman!Toji who immediately knows itās you, his gorgeous, gifted, ex-wifeāwho oh so happens to be the Catwoman. He had a hunch it was you ever since news broke out about the stolen relics, but it became obvious when he walks in the day after one of the most recent heistsāand almost all of the rare cat artifacts in a section of the building are gone. Only three claw scratches are left at the scene, courtesy of you, of course. It was a message. A slightly petty one, but it was a message nonetheless. To him.
Batman!Toji who finds himself on Fushiguro Tower, hidden in the shadows as he watches you snicker as police helicopters from above and cars from below are all frantically scouring the Arkham night to find the damned thief. Toji himself canāt help but belt out a laugh tooālaugh in utter amusement and goddamn arousal at the sight of you. Itās beenāhow many months? 5? 6? yet it felt like an entire year since he last saw you, which was when you two were leaving the courthouse after officially getting divorced.
Batman!Toji who is immediately impressed and turned on by the way youāre catching him off guard and hauling him in by the foot towards you, your trusty cat whip secured around one of his ankles and yank!, finding his legs becoming locked together, forcing himself to be laid flat on his back at your discretion. āBatā is what youāre gritting out, eyes burning with disdain and a hint of⦠pining(?) at his presenceāand all of the emotions that were surging through him from when he once watched you walk away from his life come back at full force.
Batman!Toji who is trying to keep himself from having his hard, aching boner appear in his suddenly too-tight suit. But with the way your pressing the sole of your boot into his crotch, effectively giving his hard-on that pressure that he needed oh so badly. He canāt help the way heās grinning in a sleazy way at you. Really, he canāt! How could he when you look just as beautiful as the day he let himself lose you? And watching your eyes widen in pure surprise, he realized that he said that last part out loud. Ah, his mistake. Or maybe saving grace.
Batman!Toji who finds himself bickeringāmore like flirtingāwith you once more as you two immediately begin to argue as the first conversation youād have after months since the divorce. Names are being thrown, hisses and grunts are being made, and a few curses here and there before youāre finding yourself being pulled onto his lap, and before you know itāyour mouths are on each other, tasting each otherās shared breaths as if the other would burn if you didnāt. Youāre raking your hands up, up, up to grip onto his wide shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh and smiling as your ex-husband winces.
Batman!Toji who is quickly zipping you two into the night with his grappling hook, in which you curse at him for doing so without at least warning you. But your remarks die down in your throat when you two are entering into one of his penthouses within the city by a conveniently opened windowāand heās immediately tossing you onto the king-sized bed right beside it. You donāt even have time to make a bratty comment after taking your cowl off once heās throwing off his own and crawling towards you, gripping the sheer meat on your thighs as he settles in between your legs.
Batman!Toji who ends up finding out just how much more training youāve been doing since the last time heās seen you. Because heās being the one whoās used as an example of said training when youāre wrapping your legs around his head, and flipping your position with such ease so you can sit on his face, bringing his arms up to the headboard, tying his wrists to it by using your cat whip. All while staring down at him with that twinkling, sultry expression that always reminds him of how quick you made him fall onto his knees practically since the day he met you.
Batman!Toji who has zero complaints of where heās ended up now. Being tied up by the cityās most dangerous and cunning thief would be terrifying to most, but to Toji? This man is exactly where he wants to be. So when youāre slowly zipping your catsuit down, making sure the teasing is agonizing enough to drive him up the wall, and whispering a āMissed me that bad, Bat?āā he understands that he now knows what heaven looks and feels like, because itās you. And the crimson red box in his pocket that pressed against him was a reminder that heād make sure to put your ring back onto your finger later on in the night.
A/N : HELLO MY LOVES COLLEGE HAS BEEN TAKING MY LYFFEEE. but i finally got something out for kinktober </3 this was inspired by @/tonycries and my obsession with superhero jjk men (and toji),, but this isnāt the end of it i promise!! nerdjo is otw with a special twist hehe
<3
Batman!Toji who has been hearing of recent huge heists that have caused Gotham City to go into a stir, all of the pieces that were being stolen within Gothamās famous art gallery, known to hold some of the most famous pieces of history. Owned by none other than Toji Fushiguro. With how at large these artifacts are going for, these heists are being rumored to have been done by one extremely talented cat thief. One that is very notorious in Gotham City.
Batman!Toji who immediately knows itās you, his gorgeous, gifted, ex-wifeāwho oh so happens to be the Catwoman. He had a hunch it was you ever since news broke out about the stolen relics, but it became obvious when he walks in the day after one of the most recent heistsāand almost all of the rare cat artifacts in a section of the building are gone. Only three claw scratches are left at the scene, courtesy of you, of course. It was a message. A slightly petty one, but it was a message nonetheless. To him.
Batman!Toji who finds himself on Fushiguro Tower, hidden in the shadows as he watches you snicker as police helicopters from above and cars from below are all frantically scouring the Arkham night to find the damned thief. Toji himself canāt help but belt out a laugh tooālaugh in utter amusement and goddamn arousal at the sight of you. Itās beenāhow many months? 5? 6? yet it felt like an entire year since he last saw you, which was when you two were leaving the courthouse after officially getting divorced.
Batman!Toji who is immediately impressed and turned on by the way youāre catching him off guard and hauling him in by the foot towards you, your trusty cat whip secured around one of his ankles and yank!, finding his legs becoming locked together, forcing himself to be laid flat on his back at your discretion. āBatā is what youāre gritting out, eyes burning with disdain and a hint of⦠pining(?) at his presenceāand all of the emotions that were surging through him from when he once watched you walk away from his life come back at full force.
Batman!Toji who is trying to keep himself from having his hard, aching boner appear in his suddenly too-tight suit. But with the way youāre pressing the sole of your boot into his crotch, effectively giving his hard-on that pressure that he needed oh so badly⦠He canāt help the way heās grinning in a sleazy way at you. Really, he canāt! How could he when you look just as beautiful as the day he let himself lose you? And watching your eyes widen in pure surprise, he realized that he said that last part out loud. Ah, his mistake. Or maybe saving grace.
Batman!Toji who finds himself bickeringāmore like flirtingāwith you once more as you two immediately begin to argue as the first conversation youād have after months since the divorce. Names are being thrown, hisses and grunts are being made, and a few curses here and there before youāre finding yourself being pulled onto his lap, and before you know itāyour mouths are on each other, tasting each otherās shared breaths as if the other would burn if you didnāt. Youāre raking your hands up, up, up to grip onto his wide shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh and smiling as your ex-husband winces.
Batman!Toji who is quickly zipping you two into the night with his grappling hook, in which you curse at him for doing so without at least warning you. But your remarks die down in your throat when you two are entering into one of his penthouses within the city by a conveniently opened windowāand heās immediately tossing you onto the king-sized bed right beside it. You donāt even have time to make a bratty comment after taking your cowl off once heās throwing off his own and crawling towards you, gripping the sheer meat on your thighs as he settles in between your legs.
Batman!Toji who ends up finding out just how much more training youāve been doing since the last time heās seen you. Because heās being the one whoās used as an example of said training when youāre wrapping your legs around his head, and flipping your position with such ease so you can sit on his face, bringing his arms up to the headboard, tying his wrists to it by using your cat whip. All while staring down at him with that twinkling, sultry expression that always reminds him of how quick you made him fall onto his knees practically since the day he met you.
Batman!Toji who has zero complaints of where heās ended up now. Being tied up by the cityās most dangerous and cunning thief would be terrifying to most, but to Toji? This man is exactly where he wants to be. So when youāre slowly zipping your catsuit down, making sure the teasing is agonizing enough to drive him up the wall, and whispering a āMissed me that bad, Bat?āā he understands that he now knows what heaven looks and feels like, because itās you. And the crimson red box in his pocket that pressed against him was a reminder that heād make sure to put your ring back onto your finger later on in the night.
A/N : HELLO MY LOVES COLLEGE HAS BEEN TAKING MY LYFFEEE. but i finally got something out for kinktober </3 this was inspired by @/tonycries and my obsession with superhero jjk men (and toji),, but this isnāt the end of it i promise!! nerdjo is otw with a special twist hehe
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papi has missed you too bbg⦠TRUST something iām cooking up is otw š college is kicking my ass rn so writers block is like that lilā devil on my shoulder as of latelyāBUT we stay ballin
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sypnosis: basically in which toji and you are having sex for the first time after a 3 year long distance relationship <3
NOTE: WHY DID I TAKE HALF A YEAR TO FINISH THIS BRU. feeling like cory rn LMAAOOOā no but frfr school has been in the way and some personal problems have made it hard to write but im getting back on track i promise. i tried to make this longer than i originally wanted! more fics are otw i defff have plenty of ideas while i've been gone.
CW: fem!reader, virgin!reader, chubby reader!!, possessive!toji, domestic!toji, shy!y/n, whipped!toji, whipped!reader, age gap, established relationship, mentions of sexting, dry humping, unprotected!sex(wrap it before u tap it), mating press, marking, scratching, slight hair pulling, dirty talk, handjob if u squint, fingering, cunnilingus, after care, toji bein an absolute sweetheart cause iām a sucker for affection, vv domestic moments bc im a romantic at heart, pet names such as; baby, sweetheart, mama(s), etc
majority of people say that long distance relationships were bound to fall apart one day.
not yours and tojiās tho!! of course not, even with all the stigma surrounding online relationships and with the added on fact that itās ātabooā for toji to be years older than you, didnāt mean you two wouldnāt work out. duhh, you guys are safe from all that.
and so here you were, sat nervously on his couch in his house waiting for him to finish coming back from the convenience store. you guys had decided on your first ever actual date to be a more domestic oneā so a movie night with snacks was the go to move. the click of the front door opening has you springing up and walking over to toji who has multiple bags with all kinds of treats.
āgive me some. let me help you, kay?ā
you mutter, taking a few bags from him before he could protest and setting them down onto the kitchen table. you go into the cabinets to pull out a few big bowls, and start pouring the food into them. all while you were doing this, toji unexpectedly comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist.
āhave i told you how pretty you look baby?ā
he presses a few kisses to your neck as he rubs circles on your soft hips, and you turn away from him to hide the way youāre becoming flustered.
āyouāve only been saying it since youāve picked me up at the airport.ā
toji spins you around to face him, and you begin biting your lip at the way heās eyeing you down. good lord he was so sexy. but looking at him for too long would put you into cardiac arrest with how his green eyes pierced through your own. damn, since when did it get so hot in here?
āiāll keep on saying it sweetheart, cause i like the way you squirm underneath my gaze.ā
you swallow and give a shy giggle in return. you were so glad that toji was your first ever real long term relationship, because him being your first everything? the idea always had you squealing like a middle school girl. but your train of thought had dissipated when toji begun to gently squeeze your ass.
ātoji⦠i- i needa set the bowls down onto the living room table.ā
oh wow, now youāre stuttering? you felt a bit embarrassed considering how assertive you were between your texts and calls. yet here you were, getting shy at every gesture he made. obviously during your relationship you two had always been lovey dovey, but you never actually believed that toji himself was clingy. you arenāt complaining tho!! you adored that he was like this with you.
āthat can wait, just let me kiss for a bit.ā
and who were you to say no to his request? with the way he was holding onto your waist as he pulled you into a sweet kiss was when you knew this was worth waiting for. the soft sounds of your lips parting and connecting once more had your head spinningā your knees becoming weaker from every caress he gave.
āyou taste so good mama.ā
the signature nickname he gave you since the start of your relationship slips out, and you moan in satisfaction. you grip onto his black wife beater shirt, then smooth your hands up to grab onto his shoulders, jabbing your nails into his skin from how jittery you were getting. he softly bit your bottom lip, and that made you part your lips enough for him to slip his tongue in.
your vision grows hazy and your eyes close shut before pulling away in a gasping manner. toji gazes at you in desire as you begin to act like that didnāt phase youā when in fact you were trying your best not to start jumping around and doing jumping jacks. good god, you really did win the lottery with him. you push your hair back from your face and grab the bowls before walking right past him and setting them down on the living room table.
toji follows right behind you, pulling you back into him as he sits down on the couch. you squeal as you fall right into his lap, chest right against his. you flutter your lashes at him as he licks his lips and leisurely glides his hand down from your neck all the way down to your ass once again. it made your body twitch in delight, and you grind against his crotch in response to his tease.
āoh? āyou finally gonna stop beinā shy with me mama?ā
toji rubs his hand up towards your waist and pinches your hip dip. you have your own hands massaging his shoulders as you begin to mutter in embarrassment,
āyou keep trying to provoke me, asshole.ā
toji gives you a sly grin before you impulsively decide to pull him in by the straps of his wife beater shirt, kissing him once again. you gasp desperately and he soon had his tongue dancing with yours. you nibble on his bottom lip and pull back just a little to tease him, which has his eyes widening in shock. your confidence boosts at that reaction and you begin to go down to his jaw, peppering soft kisses towards his neck and thatās when you begin to suck.
you give wet kisses to his adams apple and switch from sucking on his skin to kissing over the markings that began to fold. you do the same all over his neck and you then trail down to his collar bones. you moan in surprise when you could start to feel tojiās boner pressing against you through his sweats. wearing biker shorts wasnāt helping either because you could clearly feel the imprint.
you whine and grind against him, trying to create more friction as your arousal begins to stain your panties and possibly through your shorts. toji groans and grips onto your hips, both of you moving in a messy rhythm. your thighs began to tremble as your clit became more and more sensitive with each reaching second. soon enough youād orgasm, all while being clothed.
this idea makes toji stop grinding against you, gripping onto your hips to stop you. youāre dazed out expression contorts into a frustrated one as you pout. why wasnāt he letting you orgasm? you knew toji was the type of man to put your pleasure over his own and yet he was stopping you from reaching your high.
toji only chuckles and brushes a thumb over your soft lips, nudging his finger in a bit to coat a bit of saliva on it. meanwhile, heās rubbing your hips and thighs.
āi know youāre frustrated baby, but itās our first time together, and you deserve to orgasm in a much better way than just dry humping.ā
your lashes flutter against your skin as you melt against his touch. gosh, he was always thinking about you first and you loved it so much. you were so entranced that you could only nod in response, a dreamy expression on your face. after all, this was the first out of many that you guys could get intimate with each other face to face. toji smiles lazily, admiring how beautiful his baby looked. heās then quick to take off your shirt and helps you slip off your shorts, only leaving you in your undergarments.
he squeezes at your pudge, loving how soft you wereā grinning at how you twitched and tried to hold in your giggles. he loved every part of your body, and he was going to make sure to cherish all of you. you deserved to be loved right. toji leans forward to rest his head against your tits, reaching his hands behind your back to smoothly unhook your bra. you gasp in surprise as the straps begin to slip off your shoulders.
he pulls back to have your bra fall off, pretty tits now being exposed to him. toji sucks in a sharp breath as he internally groans at how big your tits were, bringing his hands up to cup them. you softly moan and your already perked nipples hardened even more. he fans his breath against one, and gently pulls on the other. your soft sighs is what brings him to hurriedly put his lips around your nipple, licking and kissing the bud.
you sharply inhale and squeeze his shoulders. you felt like a mess, because you couldnāt think straight and the only thing your mind could focus on was the way tojiās boner was right against you and neither of you were fully naked yet. you just wanted him to fuck you so goodā to make up for all the years you two missed out on each otherās bodies.
toji kisses the nipple he was teasing his fingers with, and then begins to suck on it as he then swirls his tongue around your areola. you bite your lip and shutter in satisfaction, as you feel him begin to toy with your other nipple. toji makes sure to leave marks all over your chest before actually gently laying you on the couch, and taking his own shirt off. youāve seen it all the time through pictures and videos when he would be sending you gym videos, or when you would facetime when he would be at the gym or when it was late at night, but it still came as a surprise to you on how well sculpted he was.
āya like what ya see baby?ā
heās grinning at you, and you realize that youāve been staring at him for too long. you roll your eyes and smile back at him. there wasnāt any point in denying at how in awe you were with how sexy your man was.
āi do. you look so handsome.ā
tojiās eyes become hooded, pools of emerald green darkening at your compliment. he licks his lips before pulling at your panties, ripping them in the process of quickly having them be thrown somewhere on the floor. wow, he mustāve really liked that comment.
you prop your elbows up against the couch and watch with wide-blown eyes as he pulls down his sweats and boxers, also discarding the clothing somewhere on the floor. his cock wasā big and oh so girthy. you were definitely turning into puddy by the next morning.
you gasp when he pushes your legs apart and heās sloppily pumping himself as his gaze latches onto yours, and blood rushes to your face from how self-aware you were. he was jacking himself off to you right in front of you. and dirty enough, you liked it. you liked having him look so desperate right above you, as he gets himself prepared to fuck you.
god, was that whole length seriously going to go inside you? toji would always speak about how big he was in a cocky tone and when you saw it on camera for the first time, you knew not to doubt him. but seeing it in actuality made it sink in on just how big he really was.
your breaths get heavier the more his pre dripped onto your lower abdomen, and as he was beginning to groan more. you were quick to put a hand around the top of his length, teasing his tip. tojiās body jolts for a second before heās quick to relax once again and his pace becomes faster.
you draw circles around his tip, making sure to gently squeeze him every few seconds. you could tell how bad toji wanted to cum with the way he started to buck his hips and the lewd squelching noises got sloppier.
āfuck, i canāt take this any longer.ā
toji abruptly pulls away from you, backing up to then grab your thigh and slide his hands up to your knees, lifting your legs off the couch to have you be folded against him, legs now hooked over his shoulders. your eyes widen when his nose is pressing against your pubic area, and heās looking up at you with devilish eyes.
ābeen waiting to do this for a while..ā
he murmurs, licking his lips feverishly. heās quick to press his mouth right against your cunt, giving leisure licks to your clit. you cry out in surprise, thighs quickly beginning to tremble. you try to silence your moans by biting your lip and having a hand cover your mouth. but toji looks up at you and furrows his brows.
he pulls you closer and pushes your hips upward, your ass slightly lifting off the couch cushion as he gropes your asscheeks. heās eating you faster, tongue swirling against your clit and then feverishly leaving sloppy kissesā and repeat. your eyes roll back as your body jolts in utter pleasure.
you try to push his head back from how flustered you wereā but instead, your fingers tangle themselves into his hair as you pull on it, tears prickling at the brims of your eyelids. you mewl pathetically, trying to move your hips in a rhythmic pace against his tongue. you could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form.
āoh god! toji! māgonnaā gonna cum!ā
you shriek, thighs closing around his head as your body shakes in such a way that has toji holding onto your hips to steady you a bit. you try to hide your moans with your hands again but heās quick to grab your wrist with his free hand and pin it down to the bed.
when he feels like youāre wet enough, he slowly inserts one thick finger into your twitching hole. your pupils dilate and your mouth turns into an āoā as you desperately gasp for air. his relentless pace becomes too much to bare when heās inserting another finger, and you squeal with pleasure. your own fingers couldnāt compare to how good his own were stretching you, working you to a release.
his mouth goes back down again, gently sucking on your clit, as his fingers roughly fucked you. your eyes are practically crossing and toji could almost see stars swirling in your pupils as you succumbed to the immense feeling that was beginning to build up. you were whispering his name, chanting it over and over again like a prayer and it made him want to reach down to his cock and pump himself to your moans.
āoh! oh, tojiii! please! please let meāā
a sly grin forms on his swollen lips, and he curls his fingers at that spot that has you almost screaming, back arching off the couch as you grip onto his hair for dear life, pulling on it as your body quivers in delight. he was so good at this you feared that youād end up closing your thighs around his head without thinking and suffocate him on accident.
and when he gently takes your clit in between his lips and sucks all while hitting that sweet spot inside, you come undone. toji could barely hear the "m'cumming!" you squealed out before you're creaming against his face, juices flowing down to his chin as he laps up your overstimulated cunt, moaning in satisfaction at how addicting your taste was.
"god you taste so fuckin' good, sweetheart."
you whine in response, hardly registering what he said over the loud drumming of your heartbeat, a dazed expression painting your face which made toji chuckle. but he didn't want you to get tired just yet. and so, he's quick to swipe his tongue over his lips, fingers taking the dripping cum on his chin into his mouth all while looking directly into your eyes. he's then towering over you once more, green eyes shining once more through the illuminated moonlight peaking through the curtains of his home, streaks of dark raven hair being outlined by said light.
"I love you, to'."
the words slip out so easily, so naturally, that it almost surprised you. but it didn't, not as much as the faint sharp inhale you heard from the man above you. it wasn't that you guys hadn't really used the words between you two, but more so it felt more real, more raw, now that you could actually say it to each other face to face. not that it hadn't already meant a lot during the time that you were long-distance but cmon, who couldn't say that this was so much better?
he lines himself up against your folds, bending down to kiss you on the lips. he didn't say anything. but he didn't need to, not with the way he brought his free hand up to intertwine with yours, giving an affectionate squeeze. and certainly not with the way he had begun peppering kisses all over your face, from your forehead down to your chin. rather than saying it back, he's showing you. showing you that this? this was going to be you two from now on.
"you ready, baby?"
after seeing his dick for the first time? since forever.
but you only smile against his lips, nodding in response. he nuzzles your noses together, tip slowly pushing into you. you moan, back slightly arching off the couch once again. toji then gently puts your legs over his shoulders anew as he finally wedges the tip inside, stopping every now and then so you can begin to stretch out and accommodate his girth and length without much struggle.
"oh fuck, you're so fuckin' tight."
toji moans as he bucks against you slightly, pushing another inch further in. you throw your head back against the soft cushions behind your head and gasp. he was so big, you already felt so full. he inches in slowly, and you could feel yourself loosening up more and more. your thighs are visibly trembling, and you could feel every trace of his vein that trails down his entire length. at one point, you felt like you could feel him in your stomach. toji finally goes in to the hilt, and your mind went blank.
it felt like forever for him to fully stuff himself into your pussy but when he had, you could feel his tip kiss your cervix and your body was tingling all over, tears forming at the brims of your eyelids as a reaction of pleasure. your bodies were finally connected and you were thrilled, so much so that you began squeezing around himātighter.
"shit baby, you're sucking me in."
toji whispers huskily, thick black bangs of hair stuck onto his forehead from sweat as his beefy arms are caging your head. you moan in response, wrapping your arms around his neck and fingernails pressing on his back, scratching him. he grunts, lifting up to position himself to squat on top of you. oh my god, toji had put you in mating press.
his hips move back and slam back into you and you force down a scream when you feel him go so deep. your tits circle as you shake in desperation, and your cunt spasms at the feeling of the way his cock twitches. toji laughs, voice so deep and raspy that it made you wetter than you already were. he was amused at your reaction.
but you were getting impatient. finally getting used to his size meant that he didnāt have to hold back, and you didnāt want him to. you wanted him to have you not feeling your legs by tomorrow morning, and screaming until the entire neighborhood knew his name.
āplease toā⦠want you to fuck me hard.ā
being so close to him meant that you could not only see his reactions, but feel them too. so when he shudders from your words, it has you whining. his hips slowly begin to move, and your hands squeeze his shoulders in utter delight as you repeatedly gasp with each soft thrust.
and when he grabs your disheveled hair to tilt your head back, aligns his lip right against your ear? it has you quivering around his cock as he whispers to you,
"yāwant me to fuck ya until youāre cumming all over my cock hm? want me to fuck ya ātill youāre seeing nothin but stars?ā
your toes curl as you tighten around him, the delicious feeling has him sighing in ecstasy. you then nod frantically, raking your nails against his biceps. you couldnāt even give him any other response besides a pitiful whimper. toji chuckles darkly, before fixing his positioning on top of you.
he pulls out just enough so only the tip and an inch or so are wedged in, and then snaps his hips back into you with full force as you jolt while screaming out his name. and then he starts fucking into you, almost at a feral pace. you grip onto his shoulders like your life depended on it, jaw slacked and the most erotic moans spewing out of your glossed lips.
āoh- oh my god! toji! please! ffucckk!ā
you never knew you could moan so loudly, and god was it embarrassing. not in the shameful way, but more so⦠the fact that you couldnāt ever imagine yourself moaning like this until toji made it possible. your thought process is shortly cut off when toji begins to groanā and, was that a whine that you just heard?
you feel his hand trail down to your twitching clit, and your lips form an āoā shape as he begins to ever so softly pinch it. you wail as you frantically claw at his back, bright red scratch marks appearing that were sure to last for a while. toji grunts, he wouldnāt admit it just yet but the pain from your nails mixed with the sheer pleasure your pussy was bringing him was making his balls swell much faster than he expected.
and the way your tight gummy walls were sucking his fat cock inā it was like you were begging to be filled up with his thick cum. but maybe that was just him speaking for himself. the idea of cumming in you was enticing; one that consumes his sexual desires. but not just yet. toji looks down to see a white ring begin to form at the base of his dick, and he licks his lips as he glances back up at you.
you looked so pretty, fucked out on his cock like this. your tits were jiggling in rhythm with his animalistic thrusts, and your nipples were rubbing against his chest. and he was even more enamored with the sound his balls slapping against your ass were making. fuck, he was bound to cum soon. but you looked like you were on the brink of shattering more so than he was.
that specific feeling of your stomach clenching and your body tensing up has you knowing that you were going to reach your release any minute. and so when toji begins to messily rub his fingers against your clit to overstimulate you all while heās rutting into you with one goal in mindā you break.
your thighs are quaking against his body, as your cunt gushes out milky white cum, coating tojiās cock and his inner thighs. you whine when toji pulls out and releases on your stomach and tits, feeling empty without him inside anymore. with your eyes rolled back, lights swirling behind your eyelids as you were trying to form coherent thoughts, with you trying to control your ragged breathing; you almost didnāt register tojiās āyou okay mamas?ā.
you look at him through half-lidded eyes, and exhale out a velvet āmhmā, a lazy smile spreading across your lips to reassure him even more. he laughs softly and then slowly pulls back from you to have your legs lay on his sides, as he begins to slowly and gently massage from your thighs down to your ankles. you moan with relief as you hadnāt even taken notice to the slight pain within some parts of your legs that toji was rubbing on.
āyou did so well baby.ā
he mumbles, bringing one leg up to kiss from your calf to your ankle, then the other. you practically melt from his touchesā he was so good at making you feel loved in all kinds of ways and it made you go crazy.
āthank you for this amazing first time experience, toā.ā
you reach for his free hand, pulling him down so you can give him sweet kisses on his lips and cheeks. he kisses you back, squeezing your hand affectionately. you both pull away and you slowly sit up, leaning against him for support.
āonly the best for you, sweetheart. iāll be right back with a wash cloth for ya, ākay?ā
you nod and watch as he gets up and goes back into the bathroom across the room to get a wash cloth, and he comes back in a few seconds. you sigh at the feeling of the warmth of the water on the cloth, and toji cleans the sticky mess he left before going down to in between your thighs to clean, then the couch. he jogs back into the bathroom to leave the cloth and wash his hands, and maybe his dick, and comes back to you once more.
he sits next to you and brings an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder with his hand. he then tosses a blanket that was laying on the side over you twoā and you realized how bad youāve always wanted this. gosh, you couldnāt wait for more moments like this.
and then you look in front of you, and you remember what you two were actually meant to be doing.
ābaby, what about the movie we were supposed to be watching?ā
tojiās eyes widen, almost like that never crossed his mind, and you canāt help but giggle at how fast he grabs the remote to put on Netflix and swipe through movies you two could watch.
āwe still can mama, jusā donāt fall asleep on me.ā
āyouāve already tired me out, so no promises.ā
you grin at the way he playfully rolls his eyes and gives you a cheeky laugh. so when he pulls you in to peck your forehead, and for just the sake of being closer?
you know that this is where you were meant to be.
P.S: wow!! this was so much fun from start to finish. writers block is a real pain in the ass but more is to come, at a less-half year disappearance-rate LMAO. def going to write more abt this trope, i loved it sm.
feel free to leave ideas in my inbox or a comment ā” if i made any grammar mistakes that i missed, lmkļ¼and thank u so much for reading (āĀ“Ļļ½ā)
i still get notifs of ppl liking this every now and then and iām always reminded of how SHIT my writing used to be oh my GOD š
anyway nerdjo fic is otw hopefully BEFORE october because i have a VERY specific kinktober fic iāve been wanting to write for months hehe

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM HERE ALONEš
nah nah i'll have my fingers crossed it'll change asap cause you write so deliciously:<<<
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tysm mlš„¹ i hope so too! but honestly iām just happy to write and have you enjoy it bbg,, i do it because i love it hehe š«¶ gimme ur hands so i can kiss em
hi hi hi!!!! (from the same anon of the nerdjo ask!!!!)
imma take the emoji cause i feel like im gonna be the often guest of your page!!!š thank you for your sweet answer gonna wait (bigbig wait) to read another drabble!!!
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hihiiii my love <333 ur my first ever nonnie so ur already my fav trust šš and TRUST ME you can go ahead and send me as many asks as youād like cause my inbox is usually empty aslš«© plus, you wont have to wait for much longer pookie bae because i have BIG plans for nerdjo (hint: a fanfic of nerdjo is being conjured in my drafts as we speak) *wink wink* !!
hi luniii!!!!
loved your nerdjo SO MUCH HE IS SUCH A CUTIEšššš
idk why but when i read that drabble i thought about that he'd probably be so nervious in his first seggs time that he'd push it in the wrong holeš but he is so terribly cute that im afraid it'd be too hard to be angry at him and just... let him finish what he started so he won't feel bad about it:(
i hope you'd like the idea of this clumsy awkward little guyš would be sososo happy to see your thoughts about it!!
kisses and hugggsss!!!!
omgomgomg hiii nonnie baby š„¹ thank u sm for submitting an ask and sharing w ur girl <3 AND I DO PLAN TO WRITE MORE FOR NERDJO !! heh⦠trust me⦠you havenāt seen nothin yet š© i love ur brain ughh will def be jotting this down
Nerd!Gojo who finds himself being dragged by his best friend to that huge pool-party everyone on campus has been raving about for weeks on end, and is regretting that he let Suguru convince him to not bring his Nintendo 3DS with him.
Nerd!Gojo who is anxiously walking around the huge frat house, plastic red cup in one hand while the other is at his side, fingers thrumming against his skin as if he's tapping away the seconds until he can finally drag Suguru back to the safety of their dorm.
Nerd!Gojo who happens to bump into you, the sweet it girl who he's heard of all too well around the halls, and when he finally turns his head down to start profusely apologizingā he canāt help but gawk. he knew you were pretty, but god, he was floored.
Nerd!Gojo who nods absentmindedly at the way you kindly tell him itās okay, wiping down at your two piece, and he watches intently, adamās apple unintentionally bobbing at how that swimsuit hugged your figure so wellā long fingers finding themselves yanking his suddenly too-tight-fitting digimon graphic tee.
Nerd!Gojo who gets comfortable with you quite quickly once he realizes that youāre genuinely interested in the yapping session heās having about his current hyperfixation (he really wants to purchase a new gaming monitor, but heās indecisive), and doesnāt even realize how youāre staring at him with little hearts in your eyes as you nod oh-so-sweetly, having had your eye on this beefy nerd of a man for months.
Nerd!Gojo who somehow finds himself hand in hand with you as you lead him to a more secluded area within the gigantic frat house, and once you finally slip inside into an empty room, youāre dropping to your knees, blinking your lashes up at him in a honeyed manner. and gojo? all he can do is blush and stutter, stammering out a āwhat are you doingāā but wonāt stop you.
a/n : jjk men as nerds.. o hell ya <3
Nerd!Gojo who finds himself being dragged by his best friend to that huge pool-party everyone on campus has been raving about for weeks on end, and is regretting that he let Suguru convince him to not bring his Nintendo 3DS with him.
Nerd!Gojo who is anxiously walking around the huge frat house, plastic red cup in one hand while the other is at his side, fingers thrumming against his skin as if he's tapping away the seconds until he can finally drag Suguru back to the safety of their dorm.
Nerd!Gojo who happens to bump into you, the sweet it girl who he's heard of all too well around the halls, and when he finally turns his head down to start profusely apologizingā he canāt help but gawk. he knew you were pretty, but god, he was floored.
Nerd!Gojo who nods absentmindedly at the way you kindly tell him itās okay, wiping down at your two piece, and he watches intently, adamās apple unintentionally bobbing at how that swimsuit hugged your figure so wellā long fingers finding themselves yanking his suddenly too-tight-fitting digimon graphic tee.
Nerd!Gojo who gets comfortable with you quite quickly once he realizes that youāre genuinely interested in the yapping session heās having about his current hyperfixation (he really wants to purchase a new gaming monitor, but heās indecisive), and doesnāt even realize how youāre staring at him with little hearts in your eyes as you nod oh-so-sweetly, having had your eye on this beefy nerd of a man for months.
Nerd!Gojo who somehow finds himself hand in hand with you as you lead him to a more secluded area within the gigantic frat house, and once you finally slip inside into an empty room, youāre dropping to your knees, blinking your lashes up at him in a honeyed manner. and gojo? all he can do is blush and stutter, stammering out a āwhat are you doingāā but wonāt stop you.
a/n : jjk men as nerds.. o hell ya <3

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How I imagine Geto in the fics
i needa write abt him i canāt do dis anymore
me when satoru calls reader wifey
me when toji calls reader ma
me when suguru calls reader pretty girl
me when toji calls reader doll
me when sukuna calls reader woman
toji calling reader MA? heh... AUUGGH šŗ
+ nanami calling reader sweetheart. yup.