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10 months ago
You And Satoru Always Say That You Are Best Friends, But Suguru, Shoko, Kento And Haibara Don't Really

you and satoru always say that you are best friends, but suguru, shoko, kento and haibara don't really believe you. you are often seen together. if someone is trying to find you, then of course you are sitting in gojo's room or he is sitting in your room.

one day you all decided to watch a movie, but you and satoru had already seen it, so you looked at the screen without any interest. at first, you sat next to him, tucking your knees and hugging them, quietly whispering to each other the plot you already know.

shoko and suguru noticed that it became very quiet and they turned around, looking at you and satoru: your eyes are closed but you put your head on his shoulder, and his hand rested on yours. they just giggled softly and continued watching the movie.

then haibara stretched his muscles and froze, staring at the two of you: gojo was lying on his back, and you comfortably rested your head on his chest. satoru's hand was resting on your back, and it could be assumed that he had been stroking you for some time.

“they can do everything but they can't lie” nanami raised an eyebrow and a faint smile appeared on his always serious face.

3 months ago

( P*SSY GOT ) P☆WER !?

 ( P*SSY GOT ) P☆WER !?
 ( P*SSY GOT ) P☆WER !?

bad ☆ summary. converting a loser into a munch wasn’t on your yearly bingo card ( or was it ? )

content ★ warnings. explicit content. mdni. foul language. situationship!gojo. college au. cunningulus. frōtting. premature ejaculātion. fīngering. eventual smut. gojo pines for like 99% of the fic. he also studies in pornology. reader is kinda bratty. mention of death lightheartedly. a lot of italicized words. lowkey gojo centric? 6.4k words (bye).

rena’s ☆ note. SATORENA COMEBACK … sorta (・・?)

 ( P*SSY GOT ) P☆WER !?

“gimme a kiss.”

your face scrunches before the words can express your distaste. with your hand on the handle of his car’s door, your fingers tighten around the metal bar, half tempted to leave the man at your left— rosy lips puckered into an obnoxious smooch.

his eyelids are shut tight as his brows furrow to the centre of his forehead, face leaned in. you chuckle at his theatrics, lifting your free hand to press your digits at his pucker. his eyelids open as his brows now loosen, “gojo, bye.”

you feel his hands wrap around your wrist, gently lifting your hand off his mouth, though your fingers hover over his lips still, “girl.” he tilts his head to the side, emitting an aura of sass you’ve yet to understand, “it’s satoru to you— i can’t even have a little one? haven’t i been good all day?”

you click your tongue, “you been runnin’ your mouth all day long actually,” and before your mind can even process your following words, you focus on the way his plump lips fall into another one of his childish pouts. cute. however he chooses to take your invitation is all up to him. your eyes dart to the rosy flesh as you hum, “mhm, if only you ate pussy as good as you talk shit.”

you feel the hold on your wrist drop, as his frown switches to a blank stare. you cock a brow, watching as the hand his steering wheel tightens.

he gulps, eyes narrowing before glancing over to the leather wheel, “i, uh, don’t eat pussy.”

oh. . . oh.

the slam of the car door speaks the rest for you.

“woah— hey!” gojo yells after you, though your figure seems to get smaller with the steps you take. in your hold is your purse, bouquet of flowers he’d bought earlier and house keys. “baby, hold on— this damn window,” he cusses, removing the barrier between you and him angrily. you hadn’t even hesitated to exit the car, as if he’d said the world’s most vile comment.

you’re not listening, and for some reason gojo feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. what the fuck had he said that made you all upset with him?

he watches helplessly as you insert your key into the hole. the chiming sounds of your keys serve as a reminder that he was definitely in trouble. that and he wasn’t getting his damn goodbye kiss.

he sighs instead, albeit defeatedly. “am i at least gonna see you soon?”

the front door opens and you look back over your shoulder, and god— he really thought he had it. his lips threaten to pull into a smile, ready for your little mood to be over with.

you grin and as does he. you even give him a cute wave, thank fuck, “have yourself a nice life, baby.”

and the front door closes. damn.

☆ ☆

“you said what?!”

gojo groans into the phone, sprawling himself on his king sized mattress that suddenly feels way to big for him alone. where were you when he needed you? oh that’s right, “she ghosted me! i’m blocked on all socials— can you believe that?”

he tried reaching out to you through texts to make sure you were feeling okay, but the shade of green told him everything he needed to know— especially as an apple user. he then proceeded to go through your social media, to double check his suspicions and there it was, user not found.

“uh, duh?” geto is as judgemental as ever, and gojo doesn’t try to suppress the roll of his eyes. “bro, you just told the girl you’re talkin’ to that you don’t give head. the fuck d’you think was gonna happen?”

“it’s not even a big deal!” he argues because his pride in on the line, and he ignores the groan geto gives him across the phone. rude. his fingers pinch at the top of his nose bridge, “was it really necessary to block me? literally just tell me to kill myself at this point.”

“pretty sure that’s what she blocked you for.” geto snickers, and gojo realizes he’s lucky they aren’t in person because he would have blocked him. instead he whines, pressing the speaker button before stuffing his face in his pillow. he’s probably insane but he swears there’s a hint of your scent there, and now he’s whining louder.

“quit bitchin’. you brought this upon yourself,” and out of spite, gojo whines louder. if his legs kick against his mattress childishly, it’s nobody’s business but his own. the love of his life just walked out of his life— give him a break. “and dude, no shade but do you really not eat pussy? are you gay or somethin’?”

“i am not—” he cuts himself off once the sound of his own voice echoes loudly in his lonely room. geto winces and gojo bites down on his tongue before sighing. “i’m not gay. i love women only. seriously. how does not eating pussy make me gay?”

the line goes quiet, and gojo can tell geto’s making that face he makes whenever he’s finding the right words to say without offending gojo. it ticks him off. “alright, lemme counter that question with one of my own. why don’t you eat pussy?”

gojo pauses. he tightens his fingers around his pillow as the question ponders. he thinks about having received head in the back of his car once, the other time in the bathroom of some frat party, and another in some girl’s bedroom. from all memories, he draws a similar conclusion— they always come onto him first.

“i dunno.” his lips fall into a pout, tracing patterns into his pillowcase with his index. “they never really ask, so i never bothered. that can’t be weird, right? all of my hookups have consisted of them pulling my pants down. why would i refuse? i get my nut and that’s that.”

and because geto is genuinely never on his side, “satoru . . . eugh.” some kind of best friend is he.

“what?!” he hisses in retaliation, glaring at his phone as if it would solve his issues. there’s nothing he hates more than feeling judged. “you fucking asked!”

“calm the fuck down,” he hears geto rolling his eyes. the white haired man huffs, the blow of air pushing his bangs up before they fall back down. okay, maybe he should calm down. whatever. “so essentially what you’re saying is you’ve never been put in a position where you could eat pussy?”

something like that, “sure.” gojo nods, and he doesn’t understand why geto sighs.

“why do i even bother?” though the answer is clear, he’s pretty sure geto was talking to himself. gojo clicks his tongue, ready to bark back but geto beats him to it. “so tell her just that— it’s not that you won’t give head, it’s just that you haven’t given head. which still blows me, but whatever.”

“how? remember she blocked me on everything?” the thought makes gojo whine again, throwing his limbs all over his bed. he hits his phone, then opts to grab it. “is that not entitlement? i have to bend my back all over the damn place just to get her to talk to me again?”

“satoru, you’ve literally done the same thing. don’t act like you’re above it,” geto chuckles and gojo hears shuffling in the background. the ravenette sighs in relief, and he assumes he’s now in his own bed. “besides, you fuckin’ love women who give you challenges.”

and fuck, he’s really not wrong. “yeahhh, you know me so well.” he wipes a fake tear from his eye. he rolls over onto his back, “welp, i’m gonna log into your insta to stalk her account. i miss her so much i’m literally gonna die.”

“satoru.” geto warns him, but gojo is quicker than that. he’s already typing your name into the search bar, username memorized as if it were his cellphone number.“i swear to god if you accidentally like her shit—”

“thanks bestie, love ya lots!” and he hangs up the phone. and with a shit eating grin, he giggles, “time to start lurking.”

☆ ☆

so it’s been months (read: four days) since he last seen you. he’s thankful you’re at least in two of his courses, so he has some sort of opportunity to reach you. he’d spent the last months (hours) stalking your page, viewing your stories to see if there’d been any indicator that you missed him as badly as he missed you.

and all he’s gotten so far is that you spent friday out to dinner (with him) (it was just a mirror pic of your outfit but an outfit you wore on a date with him) (you love him so bad), you had a girls’ night on saturday with shoko and utahime (he barely registered they were in the selfie) and sunday was a study sesh you had at the cafe across the college. he had to screenshot and zoom in to ensure there were no signs of living souls in the same booth as you.

he was still in the clear. whew.

and so monday morning falls, and he’s actually rushing to get to class for once (late but as expected). the one of two classes he shares with you. he hopes he’ll find you sitting in your habitual seat, not too far up close yet not too far back, and he might pull the fire alarm if he spots anybody next to you.

he’s a man on a mission— he’s going to talk to you today. he needs to be back in your good graces. there were many things he wanted to yap to you about, many places he thought of taking you over the weekend, many moments he wanted your soft lips back on his and your gentle hand back in his own.

he misses you, damn it.

there you sit, in all your glory, shining so bright in the middle of this depressing ass psychology course in the early hours of the butt fuck morning. he sees you twirling your pen in between your fingers, your cheek leaned into the palm of your hand— and nobody by your side.

if he rushes and trips over his feet momentarily to get to you in time, it’s nobody’s business but his own (and the girl who’s backpack laid useless on the floor. hazard much.)

he so much as plops into the seat as he does actually sit in it, and he watches as you jerk in surprise. though, the look of surprise is quickly replaced by aloofness. you feel different— not entirely closed off but not as welcoming as you usually are. you’re probably still done with him.

well it’s too damn bad he’s not done with you, “good morning, princess.”

you blink at him, before nodding your head curtly. “morning, gojo.” and you turn your focus back onto the professor. just like that, you shut down another conversation.

he doesn’t like that, and so he pokes at your side and chews at his strawberry gum. “you blocked me on everything.”

“i did.” you answer shortly, though your eyes never leave the professor. he cannot be that interesting, who actually gives a fuck about cognitive dissonance?

“seen this new bakery shop down the street.” he tries again. “wanted to take you but that was impossible because somebody blocked me.”

“i mean, you know where i live.” you shrug, writing whatever the fuck the professor had mentioned in your notebook. wait, what? you turn your head to see him gaping at you in confusion, and you smirk at his silence.

“cat got your tongue?” you quip, amused by his stillness. your eyes sparkle mischievously, though your smile isn’t entirely full. don’t tell him, you’ve been— “too bad it’s not mine, though.”

ohhh, you cheeky brat.

“so. . . you were never really mad at me?” gojo blinks, his mind running miles a second. nothing was adding up, he was positively certain you were cutting ties with him. “this whole time. you weren’t mad about the pussy eating comment?”

“don’t get it twisted,” you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. you lift a finger in the air before pointing at him, “you,” and then pointing at yourself “and i are done. we can still be cool but i’m not wasting my time with no bitch—respectfully.”

“so you are mad?” he asks again, disregarding the bitch comment. he knows what he’s supposed to say— to clarify the situation, to make it known that it’s not like he’s repulsed by the idea of giving head— but you make it so hard to stay on track when you’re acting defiant.

suguru was right— he does love a challenge.

“mad?” you giggle, and gojo leans back in his seat. damn, you’re confusing. stone cold one minute but all giggly the next. it’s cool, he’ll figure you out. “i ain’t trippin’ baby— if you don’t wanna eat it then don’t. another man definitely will.”

huh, “oh?” his eyes narrow just slightly, though the smirk on his lips never falter. he ignores the way his stomach just dropped to his ass at your implication— there is no way in hell is he letting another man have you. not when he’s still alive and breathing. “if you think i’m letting that happen, you’ve got another thing comin’.”

“everything seems to be coming but me,” you bat your lashes, and damn he fell right into that one. you drop your pen down, giving him one last smile before redirecting your focus to the professor before you. “the real question is what do you plan on doing ‘bout that?”

you give him no time to respond, and it’s not like he thinks he would be able to, as you begin to pack your belongings into your tote bag. you’re leaving and he barely got to say what he’d been memorizing all weekend. oh well, at least he now knows you haven’t entirely cut him off.

if he doesn’t knows better, it feels like you want him to chase after you.

god, he thinks he’s in love.

☆ ☆

gojo satoru is amazing at everything. there truly isn’t something he can do that won’t come out spectacular. he’s gifted, that he knows much, and it’s difficult to stay humble when he’s constantly reminded of so.

“i can easily do this shit.” he mumbles to himself, cerulean eyes narrowing into focus at the bright lit screen of his ipad. his airpods are in, and he’s gonna be completely honest— the pornstar’s screaming is starting to get on his nerve. however, he’s always been an exceptional student and when it’s time to lock in, it’s time to lock in.

his legs feel as though they’ve fallen asleep in the criss-cross position he’s been sat in on his bed for the past two hours. irrelevant, he decides as he picks at his bottom lip with his fingers. his device is running hot with how long it’s been since it last caught a break, but he had bigger issues to worry about. so, basically all he has to do is spread open her lips and go to town until she squirts? sounds simple enough.

he watches as the guy begins motorboating into the girl’s pussy and— “damn, that looks like it hurts.” a grimace creeps onto his face as the guy repeatedly goes ham on swollen red lips. he’s got half a mind telling him that the moans the girl’s letting out are entirely out of agony and not pleasure.

“aaaalrighty,” gojo speaks up, though to himself. “next video, that shit was ass. pussy hurts just thinkin’ bout it, eugh.”

he finds an amateur video, and the thumbnail seemed intimate enough. after an agonizing ad of ‘want a quick break from the ads?’, the video begins. the upper half of the woman’s body is cut out of frame, but she’s laid onto her side, her backside in view. her top leg lifted just slightly, the man lays on his stomach and spreads them apart further and begins to lick.

he dives his tongue inside her cunt, not too sloppy, and gently works his way in. his thumb is caressing at her puckered forbidden zone, always gently, as his tongue glides up and down her labia.

gojo gulps. the girl makes soft sounds, hand coming down to play her the man’s hair, and he proceeds eat her out skillfully. her back arches, she whines and begs for more, and he never loses control. at some point, the hand that focused on her asshole moves up to grip at her cheeks, thus spreading her pussy lips further. she’s already wet from a mixture of fluids, and the sound it creates is so damn obscene.

gojo gulps again, and his sweats feel tight.

before his mind can even allow it, he’s thinking of you. he thinks of you on your side, legs spread open for his disposition as he brings you this same pleasure. as he lays himself on his stomach, munching at your pussy in ways that’ll have you squirming all over his bed, squeezing your plush thighs around his head and begging for him to give you more.

he thinks of how good you’d smell— how good you’d taste. he thinks of how nice you smell whenever you wrap your arms around his neck and he follows suit around your waist. he thinks of how sweet your lips taste when you’re straddling his thighs and slipping your tongue in his mouth.

pheromones are a crazy thing. your scent lingering in his car alone drives him insane. he’s so prone to boners around you, it’s like he’s a dog you’ve trained.

and now he’s thinking he wants you in this very bed at this very instance, ipad be damned, pussy spread open so he can feast. so he can relish the sounds you make as you call out his name, enamoured by the way his tongue would flick at your clit and break open that dam of water right onto his face.

“shit.” he chucks his ipad onto the floor, cradling his head into the palms of his hands. how had he not ever wanted to do this before?

☆ ☆

he doesn’t expect you to pick up. it’s far past two in the morning on a thursday night, and he’s missing you. badly. he misses you and your sweet smile. he misses you and your smart mouth. he misses you and the way your lips move so fluidly against his own, as if they were made for one another.

he really doesn’t expect you to pick up.

it’s around the fifth ring that he hears your honeyed voice, “hi.” his eyes widen as he sits up from his bed in a hurry. talk about a damn surprise.

“hey.” he says back lamely, because of course he does. he feels the corner of his lips tugging into a smile and his heart is beating wildly against his rib cage. “didn’t think you’d answer.”

“mhm. so what’d you call me for?” you sound tired, and he wonders if you’d been sleeping when he called. somehow, the thought makes his stomach churn at the implication you cut off hours of sleep for him.

“just wanted to hear your voice.” gojo answers as honestly as he can, leaning down to rest his back back into the mattress of his bed. he shuts his eyes and imagines his arm falling asleep underneath your head, using him as a pillow. “been missin’ you.”

“you literally see me every other day at school,” he’s graced with the harmonious sounds of your giggles, and he can already picture the way your shoulders shake as dimples curve into your cheeks. “y’re so fuckin’ clingy.”

he supposes he is, can’t even find it in him to disagree. you’ve been plaguing his mind since you cut him off (question mark) last week. he wasn’t sure what kind of ban you were putting on him, but he’s been tiptoeing around his relationship with you for too long. the absence of your presence in the way he craves is driving him nuts. he misses you, damn it.

a longing sigh rips from his throat, “can’t help that i miss that ass,” he jokes instead because talking about feelings and vulnerability is wrong. “you still owe me a goodbye kiss, y’know? just left a poor guy hangin’, rude.”

“hmm,” you hum lazily and he isn’t sure what to expect. he’s just talking out of his ass, wants to restore that playful banter you guys had prior to this whole pussy eating mess— which he’d gladly now get on his knees and rock your fucking world. “like i said already, you know where i live.”

“you got one more time to say that before i show up at your doorstep for real,” gojo tests the waters, and swings his legs off his bed. he’s waiting for a sign, confirmation, anything to ensure you were being serious. late night be damned, he will show up to your door and flip your shit right then and there.

“the fuck i gotta repeat myself for?” you sigh, and gojo’s slipping his shoes on. he’s wasting no more time, he wants you right now. “if you really missed me you would have been come see me. you’re all talk.”

“so when i yell at your doorstep to lemme eat it, don’t start lookin’ at me crazy—i’m warning ya.” and with that he hangs up. he’s not leaving any more room for debates, enough’s enough. and shit, when the fuck had he gotten bricked?

he grabs his keys and slams his door close.

☆ ☆

you’re looking at him like he grew an extra head on his shoulders overnight. he’s looking at you like the tee you have on your body decimated his entire bloodline. there’s a heavy silence between you both, as if either one of you are expecting the other to make the first move.

“you actually came.” you blink in mild shock, neck craning up to look him dead in the eye. he’s panting heavily, he might’ve ran here the second he could, but how could he not have?

“enough games, baby.” gojo answers instead and takes a step into your apartment. you back up in retaliation, and he takes another close step. you stay still this time. his hands sneak below the hem of your shirt and slide up to your bare waist, grabbing onto the plush flesh. you feel jolts of electricity imbedded into your skin with every lingering touch. “lemme eat it, come on. please?”

“oh?” you cock an eyebrow, raising a hand to press your palm flat against the plane of his chest. you feel his heartbeat thudding wildly. “and here i thought you were too good to stoop as low as giving women head.”

gojo clicks his tongue and tightens his hold on you. “i never said that.”

“you basically did.” you bite back, tilting your head to the side. you see his nostrils flare a bit, “or does that rule apply with just me?”

“if it did, would i be here at three in the morning begging to eat your pussy?” gojo rolls his eyes. you open your mouth but snap it back shut and gojo decides you conceded. he lifts you from the ground and places you on his shoulder, ignoring your ‘put me down!’ and opts to shut you up with a firm slap on your ass.

your cheeks jiggle from the impact, and his dick twitches in his briefs. as he suspected, you’ve got no bottoms on— just a cute pair of pink lace panties he wants to tear apart with his teeth. animalistic is what you make him.

“so. . . which one is your room?” he finds himself in the corridor, arm wrapped around the back of your knees. you fall limp in his hold, defeatedly as your arm lifts to point at the door at the end of the hall. he smirks and rubs at your booty, “atta girl. look at ya bein’ all obedient and shit.”

“shut up.” you huff, and he would bet a million dollars you’ve got that adorable pout on your lips. the one you make whenever you don’t get something done the way you planned.

your bedroom is everything he expected from you, fits your personality just about right. but—respectfully, fuck your bedroom. he’s got bigger issues to address, and that can only be done with your panties on the floor and a mouth full of your cunt. his dick is twitching uncontrollably at the thought of it alone.

“if you drop me on this bed, i swear i’m gonna kill you.” tilting your head, you warn him once he stands next to the edge of your bed frame. though a moot point, because if you know gojo as well as you think you do, you’re about to meet your duvets face first.

“mhm, what was that?” cupping a hand behind his ear, he pretends innocence then proceeds to do exactly what you warned him not to do. him and his long ass limbs, manhandling you all over the damn place as if its in his birthright. and no, it does not make your cunt clench, despite your thighs rubbing one against another. “sorry shortie, think i missed what you said.”

when you’re finally able to gain composure, you sit up on your elbows and furrow your brows in the nastiest scowl you can muster. he stands right above you, his frame so large it both annoys and turns you on. “gojo, you stupid fucking—”

you want to slap the smile off his face. “yeah, yeah.” he cuts you off, before leaning down to hover over you. his arms are pinned at your side, upper body pressing against yours. you feel the weight of his hips pressing into your legs, and so you widen the space. he fits in just as perfectly as you’d imagined he would. the tip of his nose brushes yours, biceps flexing in your peripherals. you feel his breath fanning at your cupid’s bow, warm yet it leaves shivers creeping at your spine.

“think you owe me somethin’, princess.” his voice comes out in a low growl, from the depths of his chest. his presence is so dominating— his bulge pressed right up against your aching cunt, the feel of his heartbeat right against yours. it all feels dizzying, the scent of his cologne filling up your nostrils and clouding any better sense of judgement.

he’s teasing you— leans in, brushes his soft lips against yours and watches as you lean forward to capture them but pulls away just in nick of time. he loves every one of your facial expressions, especially that adorable scowl of yours. he can’t wait to see the faces you make when you’re in absolute bliss.

he tilts his head just slightly, practically mouthing the words into your parted mouth. and with a low chuckle, he speaks, “if you want it, take it.”

you might’ve folded first, but he kisses you back just as eagerly, lips moulding into one another. you feel him sigh into your mouth, as if you’d relieved him of all stresses weighing on his shoulders. you lift a hand to cup at the back of his neck, fingernails scratching at the undercut at his nape.

gojo shudders beneath your touch, rolling his hips deeper into yours and relishes in the way you moan softly into his mouth. he wants to drink up every single sound you make, wants to discover your body’s sensitive spots and maneuver them into making a mess out of you.

your neck soon begins to ache, and almost as if he can read your mind, pushing deeper into you as you fall back onto your bed. he never takes his lips off of yours— not when the hold in his hair lowers in favour to grip at his biceps or stroke his back, not even when your legs wrap tightly at his waist. at a particular grind, you moan louder than any other sound you’d made all night, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“gojo,” you whine into his mouth, fingers clawing at his compression tee. he continues to roll his bulge into your clothed cunt, aiming at that spot that has you arching your back off the bed and into him. he grips a hand tightly at your plush thigh, his hold so hard you’re certain he’ll leave bruises. “you said y-you’d eat it. be a man of your, ngh, word.”

“yeah, that’s right,” he pulls away finally, a thin string of saliva connecting both your lips. he pecks at your kiss bitten lips, the dazed look in your eyes igniting a fire deep in his gut. “gotta keep my promise— can’t keep my baby waitin’ too long,” you feel his lips trail from the corner of your lips to the slope of your jaw, “she gets all cranky an’ pissy.” from the column on your neck to your collarbone, “starts gettin’ all mean with me.”

“oh my gosh, shut up!” you complain, though your hold on him tightens. you feel the vibrations of his chuckles at your jugular, followed by a deep plunge on his teeth at the thin layer of skin and another agonizingly slow grind against your clit. “fuckin’— shit— hurry up already!”

“tsk, see what i mean?” gojo tuts, hands sliding down the curves at your torso. you feel his large fingers play with the material of your panties, rolling the lace between forefingers. the contrast of the coolness of his rings against your heated skin adds a strange stimulation to your senses. “so mouthy, ‘m gonna have to do somethin’ about that.”

“i’m mouthy?” you squawk, watching as he lifts your tee up from your body. he taps wordlessly at your waist and you understand to remove the article of clothing. you chuck the tee across the room, before redirecting your focus on the man peppering wet kisses all over your stomach. it leaves butterflies rattling inside. “you literally cannot shut the fuck up— what’s the hold up? awe, don’t tell me you can’t walk the talk?”

he pauses for a bit. he doesn’t let himself fall bait for your words. you’re just being bratty— all hot and bothered and can’t properly ask for what you need. you don’t have to worry, he’s here entirely for your pleasure. he isn’t even thinking about the way his cock throbs painfully in his boxers, doesn’t even attempt to relieve it at all.

and so, he kneels at the edge of the bed. with two large hands cupping at your hips, he pulls you closer to him and rests your thighs on his shoulders. he watches as your chest rises up and down, and you prop yourself back onto your elbows.

your eyes are misty, your lips swollen and wet, your hair a mess and your neck littered in marks that scream gojo. you already look fucked out and he hadn’t done shit. god, he can’t wait to stuff his face between your thighs.

“i got you baby,” he drags his index finger right in the center of your cunt. he can both feel and see the material dampen with your arousal, your hips squirming as you chase for more. he licks his lips as he narrows in on the treasure, he swears he hears his stomach growling. “promise i do. just relax for me, yeah?”

“whatever.” you mumble, and comply to his order. he calls you a good girl, before stroking at your clit some more. the reactions you give will forever be imprinted in his mind, fleeting touches already granting him the opportunity to hear your delicate voice once more. you may be impatient but gojo is worse, and he decides that he wants to see your cunt now. he pushes your panties to the side, and the sight he’s rewarded with nearly— nearly, had him cumming right on two knees.

gojo gulps. “holy shit,” he feels his voice waver in excitement, eyes widened as he stares dead on. your cunt clenches around nothing from the switch of temperature, oozing more of your arousal down to your sheets. your pussy lips are puffy, clit sitting atop so prettily and damn, he wants to hump something.

he isn’t sure why but you try to close your thighs together, rude much, though gojo is much stronger. he keeps them spread wide, and shoots you a look. “do not.”

“tsk.” you click your tongue, looking away. and, oh, are you shy? “stop staring, you fuckin’ weirdo.”

he’s too far enamoured by the slick dribbling from your tiny hole down the crack of your ass. it trickles so tauntingly, that he finds himself nearly jealous. he wishes he could be there— oh wait, “just appreciatin’ my meal before i eat, sue me.”

the pad of his thumb collects your juices before popping it into his mouth. “wow,” he mumbles, more so to himself, at your taste bursting onto his taste buds. it’s so undoubtedly you, a raw and truthful you, and he gives you no warning before diving right in.

“fuckkk,” you throw your head back, hand flying to grab at the nearest thing in your vicinity— which so happens to be tousled, fluffy hair.

so, first time for everything right? but gojo maneuvers his way into your pussy as if he’d done this before. he starts off with kitten licks, teasing you some more before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down your lips. he swallows and moans into your cunt, fingers digging deep into the back of your thighs.

he’s practically making out with your pussy. he doesn’t neglect any area, not even the clit surprisingly, as he latches his lips to the bundle of nerves and lightly nibbles. now that has your back arching and pushing his head deeper into you. if there was a way to go in life, he’d gladly take this death.

he’s so painfully hard it hurts, unable to control the way his hips grind against the bed frame. your scent is driving him feral, the way you tug on his hair harshly has his balls tightening and the way you cry out his name makes him want to imprint his name inside of you.

“s-satoru!” oh god, you’ve done it. you finally said his first name and he’s this close to painting his briefs white in shame. he continues to flick his tongue inside your hole and similar strokes to his humping. “you’re doin’ s’gooddd baby, shit!”

keep praising him and he’s gonna bust. he lifts himself away from your pussy, eyeing the gooey center almost offensively, “why the fuck do you taste so good?” he lands a wad of spit down, as he brings two digits to properly rub his saliva into your essence. the sounds it produces are so wet, it’s damn near filthy. he clicks his tongue, “seriously. ‘s makin’ me mad almost.” he slaps at your cunt twice, watching how your spray down his wrist.

“you s-sure this is your first, hnng, time?” you accuse, to the best of your abilities, as you feel him slip a finger in. you’re so lubricated, the slip inside was easy. pushing past that first ring of muscle, he’s pumping in and out of your cunt with precision, curling his digit as if he’s aiming to find a specific area. “y’know too much— mmph, fuckin’ liar.”

when he thrusts into a specific angle, your thighs tremble terribly around his head. he smirks, found it. “watched a lotta porn.” and he isn’t lying, he thinks back to how he studied the arts of cunningulus, and recalls the double combo. he has to try it, so he’s back to sucking and nibbling at your clit while adding an extra finger inside.

“oh my goddd,” you whine, feeling your limbs liquify in heat from every extremity. he pushes your knee further into your chest, and so you grab ahold of both your thighs. he hums approvingly, dragging his free hand along the soft skin of your legs. “don’t— don’t stop, please don’t stop,”

your toes are curled, back off the mattress and the pain in his scalp is shooting straight down to his cock. he’s rutting and rutting into the wooden frame, the flat surface painfully teasing though it does do the job. or maybe he has you to blame.

he feels saliva dripping down his chin, the way his tongue slides into your folds and feels his knuckles in there. his fingers move in scissoring motions, rotating circles, in and out— all the while repeatedly attacking your golden spot.

you severely underestimated him, and can barely process the orgasm that rips through you when he presses a hand onto your lower belly, “‘m cumming, fuck, ngh, don’t stop—” and you wail, fingernails clawing intensely into his tresses, torn between pushing him away and pulling him in closer. he decides to make that decision for you, stuffing himself as deep as possible to not miss a single drop, and your thighs clench against his ears.

so, gojo satoru is a shameless man. as you flood into his mouth and onto his face, grinding out your orgasm and using him as nothing but a toy for your own high— somewhere along the lines, he feels his briefs are sticky. he moans sluttily into your pussy, hips twitching incessantly as his cock shoots loads of nut into his boxers.

it feels like an eternity yet simultaneously a second when you’ve come down from your high, body twitching as gojo slows down his movements, his finger pumps gradually lessening in intensity and the kitten licks on your abused clit coming to a halt.

his face is soaked. his skin feels moist and damp, a thick air of humidity beginning to grow in the room, but he genuinely couldn’t care less. his eyes are stuck on you, limbs sprawled out limply against your bed, your chest heaving, tiny breaths coming out of your mouth.

he slides out his aching fingers, and pops them back in his mouth, tongue wrapping around his digits so eagerly, basking in your taste once more. absolutely divine,

“christ, i’d make a nasty pornstar.”

 ( P*SSY GOT ) P☆WER !?

gojo won the poll. . . everybody act surprised (°_°)

10 months ago

⟢ ┈ Thinking about satoru finding out your ex never made you cum, so he records an audio of you whining, screaming through your orgasms… and sends it to your ex.

+ cw. consensual recording, prone bone, squirting, MDNI

⟢ ┈ Thinking About Satoru Finding Out Your Ex Never Made You Cum, So He Records An Audio Of You Whining,

You pant through the first 10 seconds, whimpering breathy little pleas for Satoru to pick up the pace- to keep going, to go “harder, harder, harder, just like that baby, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

The next few minutes, Satoru is gracious enough to narrate how he fucks you in every detail- keen on painting the lewdest picture of you for your ex to visualize. Satoru is a menace. It absolutely has to be vivid or he won’t feel satisfied.

Satoru chuckles, describing how tight you’re clenching around his cock, “so fucking tight.” He describes how he’s got you laying down flat on the bed, gripping the sheets, ass perked with your legs locked tight between his, all while he hisses and groans with every slam of his hips against your ass.

He’s so considerate of your ex, he makes sure his phone is close to his hips so your ex gets to hear even the squelch of your pussy with how wet you’ve gotten- and keep getting- till you’re practically creaming on his cock.

And the cherry on top, he ruthlessly quickens his pace, fucking you so deep his balls slam on your ass, your voice shakes in sync with every second he rocks your body, whining incoherent spurs of how good his cock fucks your pussy, “ahhh!!!” In the end it’s all screams from you, harmonizing with Satoru’s muttering of how insanely pretty you look. He’s grateful his phone was able to record even the slosh of your juices.

After Satoru hits send, he doesn’t stop there and follows with a text that says: “Sorry she’s faked it with you for the longest time, just thought you should hear the real one.”

10 months ago

includes: f! reader, aged up! megumi, vocal sex, praising, unprotected sex, fast paced, ooc probably, porn without plot, mating press for a sec, a hint angst if u squint really really hard

Includes: F! Reader, Aged Up! Megumi, Vocal Sex, Praising, Unprotected Sex, Fast Paced, Ooc Probably,

megumi fushiguro was weirdly quiet during sex.

he only ever lets a groan of your name out when he’s cumming and a few words of affirmation. it almost hurts your feelings how silent he is—does he not like it?

he also forces your silence. one hand holding the back of one of your thighs, the other slapped over your parted lips to just barely muffle those pesky moans. he's drilling into you, painfully hard cock slamming against that spot that has your eyes rolling back. he's digging his nicely kept nails into your soft flesh and his hips slam into you. his teeth, white and straight, are digging into his bottom lip hard enough to leave bite marks for days after the act. his brows are furrowed above his narrowed indigo eyes. you’ll never see him this concentrated.

he tries his hardest to let some praise slip out, but it's rare. his voice sounds so strained, desperate, and breathless. “so good, y-you feel so good, god,” he blabs before taking his lip back between his teeth.

you think he's not enjoying it enough to be loud. while you're moaning and blabbing beneath his palm, he's unbearably quiet. of course, you’ll never say anything to him. but he knows the truth: if he opens his mouth, everyone will hear him.

so that’s why he's practially jumping for joy when you two get a night truly alone. everyone is out on missions—just you and megumi until 7:30 in the morning.

he wraps a watch, black, silver, and bought with gojo’s card, around his pale wrist. just in case you two end up together all night (spoiler alert: you do).

he checks the dorms once, twice, three times. nobody’s there. there's still some worry nagging the back of his head; that gojo or one of your schoolmates would come home early. but it is overshadowed by his need to show you how good it feels, how good you feel.

did you think he didn't notice? he knew you didn't love his lack of loudness. you poor insecure thing. thank god he's here to reassure you.

he practically breaks your door down the second he’s confident enough that it's just the two of you.

“gumi, h—” you're cut off by his lips slamming against yours, big calloused hands finding their way into your hair.

megumi’s not a horndog, he’s always respectful. but right now he has an opportunity to fuck you and fuck you right, and there is no way he's passing that opportunity up.

“we're alone,” he mumbles against your mouth before attacking it once more. the kiss is mostly teeth and tongue, like he's trying to eat you.

you knew that you were alone in the dorms. of course you did; you were just as excited about it as he was. but the reminder in megumi’s gruff voice sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

he’s already straining against his sweats just from kissing. maybe he is a horndog. just a little.

he pulls away only to latch onto your neck, huffing in your scent like an addict. he's letting out soft hums of pleasure as he sucks on your flesh. shit, that's gonna leave marks. his hands pull out of your hair to grab at your ass.

“you smell good,” he practically grunts between wet kisses over your throat, “pretty girl.” your cheeks burn hot at his words, your hands traveling into his inky locks and tugging.

his eyes are on your face—they always are. he watches as your lips part, a few small whimpers coming out of you as he continues ravishing you. he loves looking at you. you are his pretty girl after all.

he pushes you backwards onto your bed gently and effortlessly. he kisses your lips again, just as gently. he’s such a sweetheart under all that stoicism.

he runs his hands under your shirt, gooseflesh covering your skin at the contact. he keeps his eyes on you.

“i need you,” he grumbles, “now. is that okay?” he hesitantly fondles your boobs through your bra, slightly swollen lips parting in a small grunt as his groping grows just a bit more aggressive.

you nod almost instantly. maybe a little too eager. “mhm, need you too, megs,” you agree, bringing your hands to rub up on his shoulders. he smirks, just barely. how adorable.

the both of your clothes disappear in a haze of colors, ripped off by megumi’s skilled hands. he leaves both of you just in underwear before pressing a small kiss on your warm cheek. pre is leaking through his boxers, dick throbbing against the navy fabric. your eyes are glued to his boner with wide, needy eyes as he climbs on top of you.

he’s panting, his usual chewing of his bottom lip replaced with a slack jaw. he brings his middle finger to drag lazily across your slit. you shiver, eyes fluttering shut with a mewl.

“so wet,” he observes, dipping his head down to suck some red marks against your collarbone.

his digit ghosts tight circles over your clothed clit before pushing your underwear aside. he pulls back to sit on his knees between your spread legs. and he moans at the mere sight of your sopping pussy, his dick twitching as more pre cum pools out of his tip.

your eyes, gleaming with shock, shoot open to stare up at him. his hungry gaze flicks up to your flushed face. “gumi?” you cock your head.

“please,” megumi practically whines, bringing two fingers to circle around your hole.

first the moaning, then the begging. who is this and what’d he do with your boyfriend? despite this, his large ring and middle fingers prodding at your entrance make it impossible for you to question his behavior. though you could guess why. you just nod lazily, eyes glued to where his hand connected to your sex.

“fuck, okay,” he groans, sliding his digits inside you. he lets out a loud whimper right along with you. you clamp down around his fingers so tight, so well. you arch your back, head falling back against your pillows. he sounds so pretty it has your head spinning.

he slams into your cunt with loud squelches, his palm deliciously hitting your clit and his a-little-too-loose watch bouncing with each roll of his wrist. he uses his free hand to sloppily pull his boxers just far down enough to grab his aching cock out. he strokes himself in tandem with how he’s bullying your hole.

“look at me,” he says breathlessly, “please, pretty girl, look at me.”

you prop yourself up on your forearms, wide eyes staring at his cock. he's leaking pre cum, tip an angry red, balls full. “oh my god,” you mumble.

he keeps panting and letting out groans. it's music to your ears. you almost wish you could record this moment. his brain is mush right now. without having to focus on keeping quiet, he's practically putty in front of you.

he pulls his sticky hands away from both of you to push your knees to your chest, the two of you whining at the loss of contact. his normally droopy eyes were wide as he stared at you. he presses a kiss against your lips, gentle and fleeting, before letting go of the back of one of your thighs to adjust his cock against your entrance. he lets out shaky breaths as he ogles at your cunt, swollen and shiny with slick.

he glanced up at your already blissed out expression, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead like glue and your plush lips parted. you nod quickly and not even a second passes before his tip slides past your weak ring of resistance.

he moans, loud. it's dragged out and low, his blue eyes screwed shut. he pushes fully inside you as his hands hold a vice grip on the back of your knees.

“god, shit, you feel so good,” he grunts, but he (despite his need) stays still to let you adjust. he dips his head down and presses kisses against your tits, sucking on your nipples with muffled groans.

you bring a hand to cup the back of his head. “you sound so pretty, gumi,” you say sweet and breathless.

he whines before pulling off your boob with a loud pop, “can i move?” he asks breathlessly.

he always asked for permission—what a gentleman—but now he sounded like he’d cry if you said no. it was cute.

“mhm,” is all you say before a loud gasp is pulled from your throat as he drags out and slams back into you.

he’s moaning pornographically as he slams into your cervix with loud plap! plap! plap!’s. he scrambles with his hands, letting go of your legs to let them rest open around his.

his hands find the flimsy panties he’d pushed out of his way, brows furrowing in annoyance out their presence. he discards them with a loud riiiiiiip, tossing the destroyed cotton behind him onto your dorm floor. the merciless rocking of his hips and his loud noises of pleasure don't even waver.

“megs,” you pout between moans, “i liked those.”

“i-i’ll buy you new ones,” he grunts, enunciating his point with a particularly sharp thrust into your clenching cunt.

he brings one hand to grope your chest, whimpering softly as he feels your nipple instantly re-harden under his touch. the other hand slides between the two of you to rub your clit with fervor, causing a loud moan to come out of your agape mouth. he keeps his wide eyed gaze on where your sexes meet, your slick creating a sheer white sheen of sticky fluid connecting you two.

you writhe under him. “meg, meg, meg—fuck,” you chant with an arch of your back

“ohhh, yeah,” he groans lowly, fingers working your bundle of nerves speeding, “please squirt for me, come on,” his thrusts go sloppy just at the thought.

you whine out his name, the muscles in your thighs flexing and twitching. his head lols back, adam’s apple bobbing with each loud groan pulled from his throat.

“please,” megumi begs, increasing the pressure of his rubbing on your bud.

you let out a dragged out whine, nodding as you felt white hot pleasure wash over you. you gush around him, cunt squeezing his dick just right as squirt coats him lower stomach. the watch on his wrist starts to gleam with your release. he’s moaning louder than you as you cum.

“mm, good, yeah, so so good.” he drops his head to watch how you clench around his dick in an attempt to milk him for all he’s worth. his thrusts grow sloppy, his cock twitching inside you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans as he pulls his wet hand away from your puffy clit to rest on your tummy. he's desperately, selfishly chasing his own high now, his hips all too quickly slamming against yours. “god, fuck, ‘m close. where you want it, pretty girl?” he glances up at your face, all flushed and contorted in pleasure.

you could barely think. how did he think you were gonna answer a question?

“don’ know, not inside,” you mumble with a shake of your head, hands clawing at his shoulders from oversensitivity.

he nods.

he wants to cum inside you, of course he does. he knows you want it too. yadda yadda no kids, okay. but that doesn't stop him from ramming into you until the very last second.

he repeats “don't cum” in his head over and over until he finally pulls out with a dragged out moan of your name. he doesn't even have to use his hand as he cums on your lower stomach. his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back into his skull. you watch as his release, burning hot and thick, spills onto your skin. his hands found their way to your hips and he was grabbing them with a death grip.

megumi fushiguro is weirdly loud during sex.

he pauses for a few seconds after his release. the two of you are left heaving in sync, both of your eyes fluttered shut. he's still mewling between heavy breaths.

he opens one eye to check his sticky watch. there was no way in hell he was losing a single minute of tonight. he dips his head between your parted legs. he moves his hands to spread your shaking thighs farther apart.

“‘m not done.”

Includes: F! Reader, Aged Up! Megumi, Vocal Sex, Praising, Unprotected Sex, Fast Paced, Ooc Probably,
7 months ago

shoko fucking herself with a dildo while you sit on her face ^3^

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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you’re reaching behind your body to play with her tits with one hand, the other gripping her hair for dear life as she goes to town on your pussy. her eyes are so lidded, and she’s shaking her head back and forth, her tongue out flat against you.

she’s moaning into your cunt, vibrating your clit when she sucks it into her mouth. “fffuck,” you whine, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when she flicks your clit with her tongue, making your back arch as shivers run up your spine.

she laughs breathlessly against you, the sound muffled with you smothering her mouth. she pulls her legs up, planting her feet on the bed to angle the dildo deeper, and she momentarily stops flicking her tongue against you when she hits a sweet spot inside herself.

“feeling good?” you tease, digging your nails into her scalp to get her focus back on you. her eyebrows furrow and she wraps her free arm around your thigh, pressing you against her face. her breathing picks up through her nose, tickling the inside of your thigh.

“sho? you close?” you ask breathlessly, rocking your hips back and forth while using her hair as a handle, forcing her face to move with you. she nods against you, saying something but the words are muffled. she whines into your pussy when you pinch her nipple.

“fuck, fuck me too, r-right there,” you moan, grinding your hips harder on her. her face is covered in your wetness, but her tongue is lapping at you so eagerly it’s making it hard to be embarrassed. “cum-“ she says, turning her head against your thigh briefly to speak.

as if on cue, your body spasmed on top of her with your orgasm, right when her body started shaking. her tongue movements were sloppy, and you could hear how wet she sounded thrusting the dildo in and out of herself, working herself through her high. you had to lean forward and brace yourself against the headboard as your body folded in on yourself with the intensity of your high.

“shoko- sho stop-“ you gasp, pushing against her face when she comes down from her orgasm and sucks on your clit tenfold. “no, again.” she says into your cunt, her words muffled and breathless.

“just give me a second,” you gasp, your thighs shaking with the overstimulation. shoko doesn’t stop, stabbing her tongue inside you and lapping at the wetness there. “you’re- fucking ruthless.” you choke out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as she works you to your next high.


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5 months ago

Satoru and Sugur argue like brothers all the time… even when their balls deep inside you.

Satoru And Sugur Argue Like Brothers All The Time… Even When Their Balls Deep Inside You.
Satoru And Sugur Argue Like Brothers All The Time… Even When Their Balls Deep Inside You.

“Fuck- be gentle with her satoru.” Geto grunts out from above, his huge hand coming down to stroke your head gently. A soft sensation compared to the harsh slap on your ass you recieved from Gojo. All you can do is look up at him with watery eyes as his cock hits the back of your throat over and over again.

“Come on Sugu, you know she loves it rough, don’t you sweets?” You were hardly able to listen to what Gojo was saying to you, his cock hitting so deep inside you, it felt like it was stopping your brain from functioning. All you can do is let out the same pathetic moan thats been echoing from you since this evening started. You had both men either end of you, destroying both your holes with their huge cocks.

“Awh baby, he’s so mean to you. Don’t worry Sugu’s got you.” The dark haired man is cooing at you, his eyes never leaving your face as you basically slobber over his cock. You might be inclined to believe him if his cock wasn’t bullying your throat in that moment, you knew he had the potential to be equally as mean as Satoru. You were certain you wouldn’t be able to speak - or walk for a week after this. Too busy getting caught up in your thoughts that you take Geto’s cock a bit too deep in your throat, gagging around his length. He pulls out, giving you a second to recover as you desperately suck in oxygen.

You didn’t get that luxury for long as Gojo’s hand came down on your ass, his hand gripping your hair as he was hitting it viciously from behind. His skin slapping against yours as you soaked his lower torso and thighs. You screamed out at the angle he was hitting, the oxygen you craved leaving your lungs again at the white haired mans deep strokes

“I thought you said to be gentle Suguru? Our pretty girls face is all ruined.” Gojo mocked, his thrusts never stopping. Your moans constant, whining and whimpering as he rolled his hips against that soft spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

Geto’s hand stroked your face affectionately, tears, drool and precum dripping down your fucked out face. “You know you love it when she looks like this.” He smirks, lining his cock up with your welcoming mouth once more

10 months ago

bottoms up!! 🤠

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Bottoms Up!! 🤠
Bottoms Up!! 🤠
1 year ago
I’ll Rip In Hands And Teeth And Take A Bite

I’ll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite


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3 months ago

dubcon/noncon. intox. fem!reader. not proofread

i’m so horny thinking about you smoking with plug!geto in his car, trying out some new weed he bought.

“i’ve heard it’s some good stuff.” he tells you, lighting a joint and passing it over. “you’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”

the first hit makes you let out a soft sigh. the next three make you feel like you’ve entered heaven.

and suguru is there just egging you on—telling you all about it, who he got it from, rolling and relighting and rolling and relighting.

and then after half an hour or so, you are so absolutely fucked out and dizzy, slurring your words, squinting against the strain of the overhead car light.

and you don’t realise that suguru has his hand halfway up your skirt until you feel his fingers pushing past your tight, little hole, knuckles brushing against your clit.

“sugu… why are your hands—”

“shhh, don’t worry about my hands, baby. just focus on the pot. that’s what you came for, right? it’s good, isn’t it?” he coos.

your eyes flutter as suguru thrusts his fingers in an out of you, a lewd squelching sounding in the car, pulling soft whimpers from your throat. “y-yeah. it’s good.”

he gives a nod, leans over the console as he takes your ear between his teeth. “got it just for this occasion. wasn’t cheap. ain’t free, either. just relax, baby. smoke s’more.”

and you do.

plug!geto makes you cum twice before he’s pulling his fingers out of you. licks them, too. promises more good weed for free, if you’re willing next time.

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