there must’ve been an angel by my side

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 Satoru’s 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, he’s a slight (big) perv, gojo wears glasses, virginity loss (gojo lol), oral (f rec.), fingering, masturbation, PÚSSYDRÚNK 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, crèampìes, orgasm control (?), he's BIG, tummy búlges, cúmflations, pet names, he says those three words during it, #amanwhoyearnsisamanwhoearns, swearing

“You're staring again.” 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 couldn’t seem to look away from as you sigh dreamily, lips puffing out into a deep pout.

“But Shoko, he’s just so…” 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.

Utahime’s staring at you knowingly, and beside her, Shoko is scoffing playfully as she rolls her eyes. “Y'know, instead of eyefucking him, you could just ask him out already?”

You exhale deeply through your nose, brows furrowing as you shake your head lightly. “What would I even say? We’ve never actually talked. He might get scared.” Shoko shrugs, nonchalantly pointing at the object of your gaze and desires as she speaks. “Heh—of you? Girl please. He’d think anything but.” Uthaime nods animatedly, crossing her arms while tilting her head to the side.

“Ah—but, isn’t he best friends with Geto?”

Shoko blows out a low whistle, face seemingly turning into slight annoyance as she scoffs. “Yeah, who knows what those two even have in common. they’re so… different.”

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 to—the only person that you’d always see him hanging with, no matter what social group he’d jump around to... was nothing like him.

Gojo Satoru is the polar opposite of him.

“But I mean, they’re joint at the hip—so are you sure you would wanna date a guy who hangs out with that?” Shoko murmurs, gently poking your shoulder. And you can only sigh in contempt once more as you speak.

“Oh, but… he’s just my type. I mean, c’mon.. don’t you guys see it too?” You blink at them, and Shoko only shrugs while Utahime chuckles.

“Well, yeah,” Utahime starts, following your eyes as she takes a glance over at the boy with snowy-white hair.

“It’s pretty obvious, no? with his face card? There’s 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.” Utahime gives a lopsided grin, and Shoko chimes in.

“Yeah, plus, Gojo looks way too naive. and if I’m bein’ honest, babes, I thought you'd be more into guys like Geto.”

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 personality—and you knew that none of them could ever truly satisfy you—it was all becoming tedious.

You wanted something new.

Needed it, even.

“You think he’d go to the upcoming holiday frat party?” 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, “If he hasn’t gone to not even one of his best friend’s frat parties, what makes you think he’ll go to this one?” You purse your lips, face seconds away from falling into a downcast expression, and Utahime simply hums. “Mm, you never know, Sho’. Maybe things could take a turn this winter.”

“Yeah, as if that walking, shaking leaf would ever go to any par—” Shoko’s 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 Shoko’s words.

“What Shoko here is trying to say..” Utahime starts through clenched teeth, glaring at your chestnut-haired friend, “Is that while he may not have ever shown up to one before, you might find yourself being lucky. It’s the holidays, girl. And you know what they say about that contagious jolly spirit~.”

You can only huff, already agreeing with Shoko about not seeing Gojo at any kind of party—especially a fraternity one.

He’d never seemed to be the type to go to one, anyway.

So instead, you laugh off Utahime’s comment while simultaneously fixing your cute lil’ mini skirt.

But as you’re getting up to go to your next lecture, you don’t 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.

.

.

.

“I’m not going.”

“Satoru, please—”

“I already said no, Sugu. It’s not happening.”

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.

“C’mon. You’ve been cooped up in this room for way too long. It’s time you go out, for fuck’s sake,” 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. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m very serious.” Geto bites back, trudging right on over to lean against Gojo’s expensive desk.

“Why do you want me to go so bad? And stop leaning so hard on it—” Gojo tries to shove him off, but Geto stubbornly sinks his weight deeper into the surface.

“You need to socialize, Satoru. It's winter break, man!”

“I’m doing perfectly fine with how my social life is going, thank you. And winter break is about relaxing, you party animal—”

“The 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 yours—?”

“Okay?! So what?” Gojo finally stands up, face-to-face with the raven-haired boy, thick white lashes blinking rapidly at him. “At least I have normal hobbies. Tell me, who the hell would go to your parties if it weren’t to just get drunk, high, or laid?” He grunts, and Geto can only raise a pierced brow at the other—a sly smirk sliding its way onto his lips.

“And that’s exactly what you need.” Gojo can only scoff, offended that his best friend could ever suggest that he’s like one of those people. “You know I’d never be like one of your frat buddies.” Geto sighs exasperatedly, taking a moment to think before chuckling.

“Well, you do know she’s gonna be there, right?”

And like the perfect lil’ trick that it was, Gojo’s immediately snapping his neck back to gape at his best friend in surprise. Hah, as if you weren’t the it girl on campus.

So easy.

“Doesn’t she usually go to them?” He retorts, scrunching his brows to appear irritated—but it’s obvious that he’s interested. He’s got that same look in his eyes when he’s thinking of someone in particular.

You.

“Yeah, but it’s a holiday party, Satoru. You don't think that some frat dude is gonna want to kiss her underneath the mistletoe?”

Shit.

Gojo was utterly, and irrevocably, doomed.

Because he could’ve 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 guy—slithering its way into his veins, taking its seat at the pit of his stomach.

“And 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? I’m just gonna look like a freakin’ loser, Sugu." Gojo grumbles, running his long fingers through his tousled hair.

And Geto only smiles.

Fuck.

Fuck—Gojo should’ve known it was a losing battle from the start.

He should’ve 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 him—a means of distraction, a way to occupy himself when he would sneak off to a quiet area within enemy territory, if you would—but even that, he insisted, and persuaded him, into not bringing it.

Shit, he really should’ve 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 would’ve recognized him anyway. He hoped. Prayed, even.

But he was weary.

There were too many people staring at him—and 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 alone—Christ, it reeks of alcohol and sweat already—then he could just give it an hour or two before he’s 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 won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Gojo’s shuffling his way through the living room, where it’s 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 freakin’ people is Geto inviting to these parties?!

It gets to a point where Gojo feels like he’d implode if he didn’t get some air. He begins shoving his way through the crowd, apologizing and excusing himself through it, frantically looking around for a corner that isn’t enveloped with bodies.

But then he’s being pushed by a jock that he doesn’t even know the name of—and is bumping right into someone else.

He curses under his breath, turns around to start profusely apologizing, hoping that it’s not one of Geto’s fellow frat boys, because he knows he won’t have it in him to deal with the overcompensating fragile masculinity, or worse, when they’re drunk—

But unbeknownst to Gojo’s wildest dreams, it wasn’t a frat boy.

In one’s stead, was none other than you.

And oh, did you look divine.

The words are tumbling out faster than he can think— “O-oh, my..” and Gojo’s 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 speak—but nothing but a few noises of embarrassment are heard.

“Gojo, right?” 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?

“Agh!” He hisses after pinching the skin on his forearm a little too hard, mind absolutely dizzy from the sight of you.

Gojo’s 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.

“O-oh—um, yes. Y-yeah, how do you know my..?” Gojo asks sheepishly, reaching his hand behind his neck to scratch bashfully at his nape. He hadn’t even realized you were cleaning off your dress from the drink he spilt on you when you two bumped into each other.

“Mm, just here and there whenever I’d see you and Geto in passing.” You respond absentmindedly, eyes widening in pleasant surprise when Gojo’s yanking a crumpled napkin from the pocket of his black pants and pressing down at the stain.

“I—m’so sorry… I didn’t— didn’t mean to—” He’s stammering out, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge quickly before he’s frantically shoving through his pockets to see if he could find more napkins.

You’re 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.

“S’okay. I’m just using this for tonight anyway.” You murmur gently, curiously squeezing his hands, and to your satisfaction, his face turns a brighter shade of red.

“Oh—are you… are you sure?” 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 two—how could he ever possibly admit to that? You’d think he was a freak!

“Mhm, pinky swear. Anyway, enough about me— I’ve never seen you in this kind of setting. Was Geto holding a gun to your head this time to finally tag along?” You ask him lightheartedly, head tilting to the side.

Gojo blushes harder, blinking at you with feigned nonchalance. The words “Actually, you were what he was holding over my head,” were on the tip of his tongue, but instead he goes with—“Erm, he—he promised me a new monitor for my gaming PC.”

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 you— or simply because of the music that was reaching heights that were sure to have his ears ringing the next day.

“What kind of games do you play?” You ask, letting go of Gojo’s hands, crossing your arms under your chest, effectively pushing your cleavage up—making Gojo’s adam’s apple bob up n’ down.

“Just… ya know, nerd… stuffs—” 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.

“Like what?” You come up to his ear, trying to speak louder than the rhythm buzzing through your skin, putting yourself up on your tippy toes. “What?” 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 you’re speaking right into his sensitive ears.

“How about we just go somewhere more quiet to talk?”

Gojo doesn’t even hesitate for a split answer when he nods insistently, breathing out an “Okay” as you’re 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 he’s being lightly pulled into a room.

The soft thunk! of his back hitting the wall and the way you’re pressing against him couldn’t even be processed fast enough for him to even think about what to do right now. For a split second, he believed that you must’ve tripped over your cute lil heels, crashing into him as a means of breaking your fall.

Only when you’re 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 giggle—is when it dawns on him.

“Can I?” You whisper softly, looking up at him before your glazed eyes flicker down to his lips. “Can you what?” 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 Gojo’s cock throb against his pants. Fuck, he was so wrecked already.

“Can I kiss you? Is that okay with you?” You murmur, moving a fraction of an inch back, becoming nervous that you could’ve 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.

Gojo’s big hands find themselves slithering around your hips, but he’s still hesitant. It’s only when you reach down to secure his hands on your hip dips that he’s whimpering quietly, lips parting slightly. You take the initiative to press your tongue against his, and that’s when he’s gripping your flesh tighter.

You find yourself beginning to grind against his harder, stronger body— and his knee starts to unconsciously move in between your thighs. “Hah—I—” He begins, breaths heavy and lips spit-slicked with your saliva.

“I would like you to know th-that I’ve never—” He stutters out, trying to talk through the relentless kissing—and a part of him was glad that you were giving him trouble to speak.

“Shhh,” You sloppily shush him, the friction of your chubby pussylips rubbing against his knee, cotton panties beginning to become damp with arousal— made you whine hotly into his mouth.

Gojo’s 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.

Gojo’s 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 again— the added stimulation of your tongues and teeth clashing messily makes him have to close his eyes or else you’d see the way they were about to roll back into his skull.

“I think m’gonna-” He says, trying to speak, trying to keep up, trying to breathe— 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 fabric—the 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, down—until 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 Gojo’s 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 continue—to 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. “Can I?” He breathes out after a moment, voice hoarse, and a pitch higher than before.

With furrowed brows, expression still dazed, you tilt your head. “Can you what?” 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.

“Can I taste you?” He asks, almost shyly, and your eyes widen at the way he’s reaching up to take off his glasses, folding them closed before he’s shoving them into his pocket as his sapphire eyes wander over your body once more before he’s swallowing, irises locking onto your own. You don’t waste time and quickly nod.

Gojo’s already pulling—no, lifting you up by the thighs, and settling you up to stand directly over him. His pupils are practically swallowing his irises, and he’s 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 he’s 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 “I’ll buy you new ones, promise,” before your underwear is pooling at your ankles.

There, through his hazy vision—granted, both from desire and the fact that his vision has always been blurry—he locks eyes with it.

Your cunt, dripping with slick, winking back at him with need. While you’re spread before him, feet at either side of his waist, he’s gently tugging you closer, so you’re 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 you’re 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. Gojo’s jaw drops, tongue lolling out leisurely, mouth easily salivating as he’s catching your honeyed saturnine, letting it go down his throat before he swallows.

So sweet.

That’s the only thought he can form before he’s mindlessly grabbing your waist, and sitting you down on his face.

Your breath hitches at way he’s bumping his nose against your clit, his lips greedily kissing up n’ 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. “Oh,” 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 wall—giving him better access. “That feels— ngh- so good, Gojo—”

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.

“Satoru,” he breathlessly murmured, not even realizing that he’s already unbuckling his own pants. “Call me Satoru— Please.” 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 he’s fisting it languidly.

“Satoru,” you mewl, letting one hand go that was tangled in his thick hair to travel down to where his hand rested against your folds. “Need your fingers—” taking his digits and dragging them to your clenching hole, biting your kiss-swollen bottom lip before sucking in a sharp breath, “In here.”

He almost moans, almost— if it weren’t for the way he nods hurriedly, going back to creating shapes and so against your button, which what feels like letters— Wait.

Did you just feel him draw a G on your clit?

You’re opening your eyes, sockets on the brink of bulging as your gaze snaps down to look at him, but you don’t have the ability to ponder over it any longer once he’s prodding two of his long digits against your hole, nose bumpin’ and pushing against your clit as your spine arches with a loonngg shiver.

“S’toru-” you’re blabbering his name out once before he’s 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 he’s curling them up and against that sweet spot that you’re oh so familiar with.

The tight ring of muscle is expanding against his thick fingers, and he’s 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. Gojo’s tongue is flicking back n’ forth, the wet muscle lapping up your sap, as if he didn’t, he’d 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 inside— 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 doesn’t stop thrusting them in n’ out, in n’ back out, he’s 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 you’re going to cum soon.

Now, Gojo doesn’t have experience with the physical aspect of intimacy, but—he’s read up on enough and watched some, to have an idea as to how this goes.

So when you’re letting out a low squeal once he’s pressing against your most sensitive area, he’s egged on to keep going. His fingers curl every time he’s 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.

“Ngh— Oh, F-fuck, ‘Toru,” you’re 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.

Gojo’s own are snapping back open, cock twitching at the way you said his name, and he’s forcing himself to keep going despite how his jaw is beginning to ache, simply just to chase your release with you.

“Ah—! Fuck- Oh! Gonna cum, ‘Toru- M’gonna—!” You cry out, and Gojo doesn’t 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.

Gojo’s 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 doesn’t 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 he’s 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.

You’re 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.

“Can we- Can we keep—” he’s trying to get out, head leaning back to look up at you, but you’re already furiously nodding your head. “Yes- yes, please—” you’re sputtering out, eyes blinking rapidly as your blurred vision begins to settle. Gojo’s 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 the—convenient—bed that was placed in the middle of the room. He’s 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.

“Wanna feel you,” he’s muttering, eyes staring down at you as you admire him from beneath. “Wanna— wanna be inside—” his voice cracks at the end, like he’s 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. “Then have me.”

It doesn’t take anything else for Gojo to dip his head back down, lips crashing back onto yours. Your tongue longingly nudges against his teeth, and he’s 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.

Gojo’s 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. “Oh my god—” you breathe out, trying to imagine how far it’d go in. You can make out 1, 2, 3…. 9 inches…? before you’re having to snap your mouth back shut, gulping audibly. Was that going to even—?

“S’gonna fit. P-Promise- I know you can take it.” He’s 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 he’s moving with simply just visceral want that’s now carved deep into his sharp features.

With one swift motion, he’s 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.

“Satoru—” you whine, jolting at the way his bulbous head slaps against your clit. He’s glancing at you, once, before he’s lining the tip up against your puckered hole. But it seems like it slips down due to how much arousal that’s drooling out of your orifice.

One single poke at your second hole is all you need before you’re gripping his wrist that was caging your head in, eyeing him in cautious warning.

“S-Sorry—” he’s 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 you’re both gasping at the feeling— 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.

“Oh, G-god—” you shrill throatily, half-lidded eyes blinking languidly as you suck in your bottom lip to bite hard. You can feel Gojo’s knees shudder with each inch that your gluttonous pussy devours, the obscene squelches! making your eyes almost cross. “F-uck, jus’- just a bit m-more, more—” he’s 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 you’re taking in a shaky breath, you’re having to gasp for air just to simply not have your head go dizzy. “T-Toru, ngh- are you okay—” you’re choking out, hips bucking upwards, as you catch the way he’s 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. “Yes- I just—” He’s panting out, the blush that was on his face now spreading to the tips of his ears. “Had to stop myself from cumming..” He’s meekly mumbling, and you’re clamping down on him from how utterly endearing he was.

“You’re so cute.” 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 and—

Until he’s 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 backwards—trying to run.

It doesn’t work though, because Gojo’s yanking you back down by the ankle, and letting them rest on his broad shoulders once again.

“Don’t- Don’t run from it, baby, please—” his upper body is slumping down, arms wrapping around your own shoulders as he’s 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. “Ngh- Oh- oh my godddd—” you’re gritting out, voice growing louder as you continue to babble out moans.

Gojo’s head is still against your neck, his hot breath making your pulse spike. He’s 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 enough— for him and he’s 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 you’re 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.

“Sa- Hah- toru—” you’re choking out, eyes lowering to look at him, the top of your head still being pushed down by the palm of his hand. “Keep fucking me—” you’re 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 he’s 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?

“‘Toru, are you pussydrunk?” You ask breathlessly, eyelids too heavy to open them wide enough, Gojo’s 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.

“Yes.” He replies, voice hoarse and frenzied. “Yes, yes yes yes yes— God, yes.” He grits out, almost spitting as he repeats it over and over again like a mantra, like it’s the only thing he can say to himself to hold onto his slipping sanity.

And then he’s 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 don’t even realize that Gojo’s 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 n’ over again at your cervix—like it wasn’t even asking to come inside, but making its way through.

“Been dreaming of this—” he’s saying, words slurring and tumbling out faster than you can barely process as he’s pounding you deep into the bedsheets. “Wanting this for so long— wanted you—”

He doesn’t 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.

“I love you.”

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 he’s trying to fuck you dumb, until all you can remember is his name, and forget what he’s 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 he’s 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 n’ 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 he’s 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 dry— was going to make Gojo snap.

“Fuck- F-uuuccck— I’m gonna- ngh! gonna cum—” He’s 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 sloppier—and 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 ‘O’ shape.

Gojo’s pupils are practically heart-shaped by now, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck so you couldn’t 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.

“I love you too.”

You say it back, voice trembling—breathy and so beautiful.

And that’s what does it.

Gojo’s bowing forwards, a broken whimper slipping past his lips as he pounds into you one last time before he’s 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 you’re 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. “Oh, shiiit Toru, oh fuck—” You’re 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 he’s 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 he’s trying to chase you for another. “So,” you start off, gliding your clammy palms down the scratches that were sure to paint his back red by tomorrow.

“It seems like I got my Christmas present early.” You say softly, cooing at the way Gojo’s nuzzling his cheek against your hand when you hold his face. “What were you wishing for this year?” He asks you, as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

“You. Underneath the mistletoe with me. And in bed.” You reply, watching as the tips of Gojo’s ears begin to burn once more. He dips his head down to press his forehead against yours, hair falling onto your own.

“Actually,” he breathes out, glancing back down at your lips. “You were mine too-”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Satoru, 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 and—”

Ah.

Gojo glances at you, expression still dazed, eyes wide with surprise at the sound of Geto’s voice. If he were to come in now, he’d 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?

There’s 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 isn’t giving in.

“Satoru, if you locked yourself in here just to play on that Nintendo 3DS, I swear to god—”

“Just ignore him, please.”

Gojo’s grumbling in embarrassment, shaking his head the more Geto yaps on and on about how he shouldn’t be isolating himself at a Christmas party for fucks sake— and you can’t help but burst out laughing at how red the azure-eyed man's face had become.

It goes silent after your giggles die down.

“Oh.” Geto’s gasping from the other side of the door, your voice all too familiar around campus for him not to immediately clock that it’s you that’s in there with him.

“Go easy on him, will ya?” The raven-haired man is saying, seemingly in a serious manner, but there’s a hint of teasing in his tone. Gojo’s letting out a deep sigh, lolling his head down, resting against your shoulder.

He was going to pummel Geto later.

“Merry Christmas Eve, you two!”

His footsteps are getting fainter and fainter, till it’s 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.

“Merry Christmas, Satoru.” 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.

“Merry Christmas, gorgeous. Can I open my present early this time?” He murmurs against your lips, and you’re smiling from ear to ear, nodding elatedly.

A truly Merry Christmas this year indeed.

Synopsis. Your milkshakes aren’t bringing all the boys bulls to the yard? You’ve never been properly fúcked through your heats? Don’t worry, there’s 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, RÚTS, feraI Toji, he’s kept away, face-sítting, oraI (fem rec.), spítting, fíngering, manhandIing, overstím, he’s BIG, making it fit, p sIapping, p talking, mean Toji, tummy buIges, Toji with níppIe píercings, heat-inducing, first times (for you), vírginíty Ioss, ROUGH s, tail-pulling, running from it, dúmbifícation, BRÉEDING, matíng presses, Iactation, drinking it, creampíes, cúmpIay, implied marathon, slight exhíbitionísm, pet names, swéaring.

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

“Another bull hybrid?” Shiu growls into his phone, listening to the conversation crackling from the other end of the line. “A Japanese Shorthorn at that?”

Those things were huge…

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, Shiu’s hybrids grazed, occasionally flicking their ears in the direction of the conversation. All but one of them. 

In the shade of the overlarge crimson barn, he could spot you dozing away in the shade—one of his proudest purebred cows. 

“No- no, I hear you.” He listens to farmer Kusakabe’s begging, “It’s not a space issue, it’s just…” Shiu hesitates, throwing yet another glance your way. Still dazed. Still exhausted. “It’s 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 would…”

A few more pleas. 

Until, ultimately, the farmer sighs. 

“Fine…send this Toji over then.”

🧁 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, toji’s letting you collapse on top of him for a little while his hands card through your messy hair. he’d check if you were okay, crack a joke & depending on his energy would run you both a hot bath to share

b - body part

he’d claim to love every part of you but there’s nothing that tops your tits. big or small, toji doesn’t 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.) there’s 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. he’s a big man with biiiiig amounts of it

d - dirty secret

toji is such a slut for praise. he’d take this with him to the grave if it meant you’d never bring it up but it didn’t take long for you to find out either. his entire body goes rigid whenever you whisper how good he’s making you feel, thrusts getting sloppier by the second

e - experience

compared to you, he knows exactly what he’s doing. he knew how to tame your attitude and definitely learned overtime what makes you squirm the most; whether it’s 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

it’s 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 he’s punishing you for something, toji definitely loves teasing you or cracking jokes mid-thrust. he’s 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 doesn’t care or feel a need to be stern about it

h - hair

facial wise, you’re the one being called over to make sure he’s got a clean jaw. otherwise, toji doesn’t give a fuck what goes on down there. besides, he’s got an inkling the sex is better when you spend half of the foreplay staring at his happy trail, so he’s happy if you’re happy. of course, when it comes to your own body hair, he doesn’t 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 can’t comprehend doing anything unless it’s with you. he’s 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 you’re out for too long - preferrably when he’s 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 wouldn’t 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. it’s 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 - he’s 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 he’s drilling into you round after round, toji doesn’t care at all.

n - no

although the idea of you testing his patience by flirting with other guys sounds enticing to his dick, he’d never let it happen in real life. toji likes his future wife to be loyal and he frankly wouldn’t stand for you going out of your way to “micro-cheat” on him. however, don’t mistake this for insecurity, if any guy wants to come up and test his luck, he doesn’t care. as long as it’s not you initiating it

o - oral

don’t 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 you’re his last meal? chefs kiss, literally. there’s 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 what’s 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. it’s 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 he’s out and frustrated. maybe it was the length of your skirt or the sweet giggle from you after he told a joke - toji doesn’t mind dragging you back to the car so you can help him out before resuming your lunch dates. then again, he also doesn’t 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, it’s your pussy he’s 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 he’d 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, he’d 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 wouldn’t hesitate to take his sweet time with you until you cry and beg him to hurry the fuck up

t - toys

toji isn’t a big fan of dildos, but he still lets you keep the one personally shaped like his own cock just for when he’s away for too long. as for other toys, he’s 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

he’s so fucking mean it’s insane. the biggest gentle giant who wouldn’t 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 who’s in charge, degrading you in the best ways possible each time

v - volume

no one can convince me that toji isn’t 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. he’d 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 jacob’s ladder piercing as a teenager. i refuse to elaborate but trust me i know what i’m talking about… it’s 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 “senses” and it isn’t 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 you’re 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, he’s almost falling asleep before you do. and you don’t mind it at all <3

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.

"Uhm— hello . . . ?"

"Mhm, mhm. One sec— 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 sex— 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 paused— before letting out a chuckle, sleazy and knowing.

"Bored, you say? Wait, wait— 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. No— your coy little act had him leaking, precum wetting the hardened edges of his knuckles as he murmured to himself.

"Hah— 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-wait— 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 senseless— 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.

Batman!Toji who immediately knows it’s you, his gorgeous, gifted, ex-wife—who 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 heists—and 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 can’t help but belt out a laugh too—laugh in utter amusement and goddamn arousal at the sight of you. It’s been—how 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 you’re 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. “Bat” is what you’re gritting out, eyes burning with disdain and a hint of… pining(?) at his presence—and 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 can’t help the way he’s grinning in a sleazy way at you. Really, he can’t! 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 bickering—more like flirting—with you once more as you two immediately begin to argue as the first conversation you’d have after months since the divorce. Names are being thrown, hisses and grunts are being made, and a few curses here and there before you’re finding yourself being pulled onto his lap, and before you know it—your mouths are on each other, tasting each other’s shared breaths as if the other would burn if you didn’t. You’re 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 window—and he’s immediately tossing you onto the king-sized bed right beside it. You don’t even have time to make a bratty comment after taking your cowl off once he’s 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 you’ve been doing since the last time he’s seen you. Because he’s being the one who’s used as an example of said training when you’re 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 he’s ended up now. Being tied up by the city’s most dangerous and cunning thief would be terrifying to most, but to Toji? This man is exactly where he wants to be. So when you’re slowly zipping your catsuit down, making sure the teasing is agonizing enough to drive him up the wall, and whispering a “Missed me that bad, Bat?”— he understands that he now knows what heaven looks and feels like, because it’s you. And the crimson red box in his pocket that pressed against him was a reminder that he’d make sure to put your ring back onto your finger later on in the night.

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 LMAAOOO— 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 i’m 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 toji’s tho!! of course not, even with all the stigma surrounding online relationships and with the added on fact that it’s “taboo” for toji to be years older than you, didn’t mean you two wouldn’t 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 one— 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.

“give me some. let me help you, kay?”

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.

“have i told you how pretty you look baby?”

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 you’re becoming flustered.

“you’ve only been saying it since you’ve picked me up at the airport.”

toji spins you around to face him, and you begin biting your lip at the way he’s 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?

“i’ll keep on saying it sweetheart, cause i like the way you squirm underneath my gaze.”

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.

“toji… i- i needa set the bowls down onto the living room table.”

oh wow, now you’re 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 aren’t complaining tho!! you adored that he was like this with you.

“that can wait, just let me kiss for a bit.”

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 spinning— your knees becoming weaker from every caress he gave.

“you taste so good mama.”

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 didn’t phase you— 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.

“oh? ‘you finally gonna stop bein’ shy with me mama?”

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,

“you keep trying to provoke me, asshole.”

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 that’s 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 toji’s boner pressing against you through his sweats. wearing biker shorts wasn’t 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 you’d orgasm, all while being clothed.

this idea makes toji stop grinding against you, gripping onto your hips to stop you. you’re dazed out expression contorts into a frustrated one as you pout. why wasn’t 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, he’s rubbing your hips and thighs.

“i know you’re frustrated baby, but it’s our first time together, and you deserve to orgasm in a much better way than just dry humping.”

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. he’s 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 were— 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 couldn’t think straight and the only thing your mind could focus on was the way toji’s boner was right against you and neither of you were fully naked yet. you just wanted him to fuck you so good— to make up for all the years you two missed out on each other’s 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. you’ve 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.

“ya like what ya see baby?”

he’s grinning at you, and you realize that you’ve been staring at him for too long. you roll your eyes and smile back at him. there wasn’t any point in denying at how in awe you were with how sexy your man was.

“i do. you look so handsome.”

toji’s 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 must’ve 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 was— big and oh so girthy. you were definitely turning into puddy by the next morning.

you gasp when he pushes your legs apart and he’s 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. toji’s body jolts for a second before he’s 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.

“fuck, i can’t take this any longer.”

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 he’s looking up at you with devilish eyes.

“been waiting to do this for a while..”

he murmurs, licking his lips feverishly. he’s 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. he’s eating you faster, tongue swirling against your clit and then feverishly leaving sloppy kisses— and repeat. your eyes roll back as your body jolts in utter pleasure.

you try to push his head back from how flustered you were— 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.

“oh god! toji! m’gonna— gonna cum!”

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 he’s quick to grab your wrist with his free hand and pin it down to the bed.

when he feels like you’re wet enough, he slowly inserts one thick finger into your twitching hole. your pupils dilate and your mouth turns into an “o” as you desperately gasp for air. his relentless pace becomes too much to bare when he’s inserting another finger, and you squeal with pleasure. your own fingers couldn’t 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.

“oh! oh, tojiii! please! please let me—”

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 you’d 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 him—tighter.

"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 didn’t have to hold back, and you didn’t 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.

“please to’… want you to fuck me hard.”

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,

"y’want me to fuck ya until you’re cumming all over my cock hm? want me to fuck ya ‘till you’re seeing nothin but stars?”

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 couldn’t 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.

“oh- oh my god! toji! please! ffucckk!”

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 couldn’t ever imagine yourself moaning like this until toji made it possible. your thought process is shortly cut off when toji begins to groan— and, was that a whine that you just heard?

you feel his hand trail down to your twitching clit, and your lips form an “o” 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 wouldn’t 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 in— 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 he’s rutting into you with one goal in mind— you break.

your thighs are quaking against his body, as your cunt gushes out milky white cum, coating toji’s 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 didn’t register toji’s “you okay mamas?”.

you look at him through half-lidded eyes, and exhale out a velvet “mhm”, 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 hadn’t even taken notice to the slight pain within some parts of your legs that toji was rubbing on.

“you did so well baby.”

he mumbles, bringing one leg up to kiss from your calf to your ankle, then the other. you practically melt from his touches— he was so good at making you feel loved in all kinds of ways and it made you go crazy.

“thank you for this amazing first time experience, to’.”

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.

“only the best for you, sweetheart. i’ll be right back with a wash cloth for ya, ‘kay?”

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 two— and you realized how bad you’ve always wanted this. gosh, you couldn’t 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.

“baby, what about the movie we were supposed to be watching?”

toji’s eyes widen, almost like that never crossed his mind, and you can’t help but giggle at how fast he grabs the remote to put on Netflix and swipe through movies you two could watch.

“we still can mama, jus’ don’t fall asleep on me.”

“you’ve already tired me out, so no promises.”

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.

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 apologizing— he can’t 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 it’s okay, wiping down at your two piece, and he watches intently, adam’s apple unintentionally bobbing at how that swimsuit hugged your figure so well— 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 you’re genuinely interested in the yapping session he’s having about his current hyperfixation (he really wants to purchase a new gaming monitor, but he’s indecisive), and doesn’t even realize how you’re 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, you’re 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 “what are you doing—” but won’t stop you.

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