. | Toji Fushiguro

𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 | toji fushiguro

SUMMARY: toji finds out his pretty maid isn’t as innocent as he thinks once he walks in on her during her cam show.

CONTENT: f! maid/cam!girl reader, reader’s 20+, pwp, mean dilf!toji, praising, oral, (f!receiving) degradation, ruined orgasms/orgasm control, dumbification, humor, sir kink, breeding kink, toji’s a munch lol, edging, humiliation, finger sucking, overstim, spanking, manhandling. (pet names: little girl, princess, pretty girl) wk — 5.1k!

NOTE: in honorrrr of hitting 1.6k i wrote dis, tysmm!!! i had too much fun writin this lmaooo. k bye enjoyyy🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

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Toji enters his well kept town home, tossing his keys near the kitchen counter while sliding off his shoes that clanked across the wooden floor. He came home a bit early this time from dealing with tiresome bounties, letting off a soft grunt from cracking his stiff neck. “Y/N—?” He’d rasp out, scanning his eyes around his broad, tidy living room. Usually you’d politely greet him at the door, asking about his day — simple small talk. “Huh.” He’d huff, hanging up his coat. But that’s when Toji hears something though. It was coming from upstairs, and it sounded a lot like you. And you weren‘t talking. You were most definitely doing the opposite of that.

He made his way up the shaggy carpet stairs, before dragging his feet towards his bedroom. That’s where he heard the racket coming from. Toji’s initial thought was… what the hell were you doing in his room. You were giggling, speaking with such a high airy voice — and the door was slightly cracked open. He stood there, and the words that came out of your mouth made him raise a brow. “Mmm.. Oh.. yeah… this is my boss’s room,” and your voice is very different than how you usually speak, carnal and pitched for your audience. “Fuck him…? I wish.. I’m just the plain housekeeper, heh—” and you let out a soft moan, fingering yourself. “He’s… so hot though. Wish you guys could see him like I do.”

“Really.”

You immediately freeze — seeing Toji stand in the doorway, his eyes staring at you sprawled out on his bed in a pretty cheetah print lingerie set. He’s never seen you like this before, and the cute petrified look on your face nearly brings a smile to his pink lips. “Shit… um… oh my god… sir…” You stammered, getting up from his king sized bed, rapidly clicking on your mouse before shutting the laptop entirely. “I uh…. didn’t think you’d be here until the evening….”

“Yeah I bet Y/N,” Toji replies, and he’s strolling his feet towards you, and his hands are buried in his pockets — staggering height intimidating you as his green eyes pierced into yours. Toji’s inches away from you now, and his eyes ogle at your raunchy revealing attire. “You’ve got some balls, girl. Doing this shit in my bedroom,” and you can’t even look at him in the eye, but you’d bet good money that he’s smirking at you. “Aw. What’s the problem, camgirl? Where’d all your confidence go?” You finally look up at him, feeling so small and tiny and Toji’s definitely smirking at you, eyes slightly squinting out of teasing.

You opened your mouth to speak — but nothing came out, and Toji makes you walk until your back taps against the wall. “C‘mon. Repeat what you said to your little viewers to me,” and he lets off a low chuckle, pulling on the string of your lingerie, popping it against your skin with a thwack before he coos with a mean taunting stare, “Filthy girl.”

“I—” You’d pathetically choke out, and his gaze is so stern, so full of authority and utter power. Within a snap, Toji knew how to make sure you knew your place. All you could reply with was a shy and awkward, “I… have no idea what you’re talking about, Sir.”

Toji lets off an irritated deadpan at your answer, before grabbing your wrist and snatching the toy that you hid behind your back this whole time. “Uh huh. And you think you can just play with yourself — on my bed. Where I fucking sleep,” and you let off a gasp, feeling Toji drag you back towards your cute little set up. “Turn it back on. Lemme meet your little friends.”

“Okay…” you’d mumble, lifting up the lap top. Toji’s directly behind you, and you feel him purposely brushed up against your ass as he stares down at the monitor — watching dozens of donations pile up and the chat flooding immediately once they caught a glimpse of Toji.

nanamisfatballsack: WTF GIRL THATS UR BOSS?????

m1ssionaryh@ter: *tipped 2848 hearts!* Woah I’m actually humping my screen rn

anonymoususer12: is he apart of the stream??? :0 so sexy…

[MOD] gojodaddy69: lmao i’m hotter but ok ;-;

You felt your face get hot, feeling Toji’s eyes burn over your shoulder and onto the screen. “Yeah um this is my boss… I was telling you guys about earlier,” and you gasp, feeling Toji snake his hands towards your hips — pulling you closer to him as you spoke. “Toji… Fush—iguro,” you’d pant out his name, nearly letting off a noise from feeling him start to graze his fingers up your waist, making you part your legs and plant your arms on the desk. “Uh.. I guess he can… co-host with me,” and you turn to look towards Toji. “If you want to—?”

“Sure thing,” he’d reply, and things just … sort …of …escalated. One moment the chat was thirsting all over Toji, bombarding him with a million personal questions — and the next, you’re sitting on his face, letting off the most lewd moans imaginable with your seven thousand viewers gassing and hyping you up.

You pant — plopped down on your boss’s Toji‘s face, and he’s laid back on the satin sheets with you facing towards your monitor with the most sheepish expression from how sloppy and filthy he was working his tongue. “Fuck…” you’d whine, and you briefly look down at Toji to see him already staring at you with low hooded emerald eyes. He lays his tongue flat before lapping you up, and you nearly whimper, gripping onto his hair for leverage. “Y-You’re so.. sloppy.. with your tongue… fuck… Toji..”

He looks already pussy drunk, within minutes and he’s spitting all over your clit — hands pressed and embedded into the crevices of your thighs as you started to sexily away and rock your hips on his tongue. And you heard him grunt lowly from that, straddling his handsome well trimmed face.

“So…mmm.. sweet,” He’d grumble, and Toji was definitely skilled. His tongue had your brain short circuiting easily. It was the way he was so deep too — his button nose occasionally brushing against your folds, sucking everything out of your puffed pussy. His lips were pink and glossy, and you shudder — feeling him bring a thumb to rake down your achy slit. He looks so sexy, staring up at you with low eyes, making sure to lick every spot to have you shivering. “Ride my face more, girl.”

“Okay…” You’d say in a whiney voice — and you glance at the chat and oh they’re trolling you, telling Toji to not let you cum and you moan, softly rocking your hips against his face. He looks so pretty underneath you — lapping his slick pink tongue up to tickle your pearl bud stuffed inside your cunt. “T—Toji…” you’d gasp, and he starts to suck hard against that particular spot, tightly gripping onto your hips. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum… your tongue is— too much.. oh my fucking..”

Toji runs another thumb down your slit as you grind against his face — and he looks up at you with a sleazy grin. “Nah. Don’t give me that. You can handle it,” and your eyes start to flicker and roam everywhere, and his chin’s all shiny because of your wet slick. Toji’s swiftly moving his head from left-to-right, and you started to feel dizzy, light headed even.

He then looks at the computer from upside down, a little smirk on his face while removing his lips from a brief second. “What do you guys say? Should I let her cum?”

You whine — furrowing your eyebrows at the suggestion while the chat started to flood again.

**395 new viewers just joined. come say hi and support Y/N and her stream! **

[MOD] gojodaddy69: lol don’t let her. should have heard the shit she was talking about u earlier

zoroscumbucket: nope! also what’s your number for research

hornywannabedilf: No ;) she’ll be ok.

“Wha— Y-You guys are— supposed to be on my side,” you’d cry out, and that’s all Toji needed to see, lapping your cunt up again. He’s happily suffocated between your thighs, letting off a soft grunt from feeling you yank on his obsidian black strands. You feel a bundle of nerves pulse throughout your body, and you cum anyway. “Fuck…. fuck fuck…”

“Did you just,” and he pulls his lips apart, pushing you lightly on your back and you land with a soft oof. “Oh. That’s cute,” he lowly utters, clicking his tongue, leaning in to stare at your spasming clit before giving it a squeeze. “The fuck you think you are cumming without asking permission first Y/N? You forget who you fuckin’ work for?”

You moan, panting heavily — and Toji’s sending you straight daggers, and it’s so sexy. He was dressed down in a tightly fitted black top with sweatpants. His dark hair stuck in his face, long strands nearly running down his arched brows. “S-Sorry Toji.”

“It’s Sir, girl. I don’t remember telling you that you can address me by that, whore.”

Your pussy twitched from his stern words embarrassingly — watching him pull you towards him, scanning his eyes on your pretty lingerie set.

“Oh.. uh.. sorry… Sir—”

He stands up, with you on your knees on the bed before Toji looks down at you with a grimacing lazy smile. “Open your mouth and taste yourself on my tongue,” and you do, feeling him lean in to give you a deep kiss. Toji pulls your neck up softly and he grunts, while you whine — and you taste the savory sweetened mess all on his tongue, your head slightly back. You could as well make out the brief tang of rum, moaning into his mouth while reaching down to touch yourself. “Watch it girl,” he pulls away, smacking your hand away and you pout with a whimper, dragging your hands towards his sweats instead. Ding! Ding! The sounds of the constant donations continued to repeat in the background — probably all thirsting over Toji and how they wish they were in your shoes. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You let out soft pants, staring almost doe-eyed before glancing down at his bulge. “I— need your cock, Sir,” and you feel your body get hot once his mean gaze lingered. “Pleaseee.”

“You don’t need shit,” Toji growls, and he makes you plop on the bed on your chest. You let off a moan, feeling him bring a spank to your ass while you glance up at the chat with a giddy grin and thumbs up. “Go ahead and arch that back for me. Make sure they see everything too.” and you do, seeing how much your viewers totaled within a few minutes. Probably twelve thousand now thanks to Toji — and then you sort of frowned, knowing you’d probably get banned for this sort of thing. Oh well. Yolo! You took in a sharp breath, the blue light of your screen shining against your face once you let out a tiny gasp, your mouth opening ever so slightly — and he’s sinking himself inside.

“Oh.. m—my god,” you’d mewl out shakily, and he was huge. Toji lazily slid the g-string of your lingerie set aside, and he’s got a firm grip on your arched hips. The chat’s going ballistic, and you want to thank the dozens of donations that’s flooding the screen but you can’t — Toji’s so big it has you letting off a whimper, seeing yourself cutely arched on your screen with Toji behind you with such a menacing smirk. In his low voice he lets off a ‘Mmmm,’ and you press your glossy lips together. “I don’t.. think you’re gonna fit… fuck..”

“Nah. It‘ll fit. Trust me,” Toji coos, and the fat tip of his cock makes your brain so astonishingly dizzy — stretching you out in all ways possible, as if your puffy cunt was play dough. Once he starts up a pace, it feels like a truck slams into you, and you let off a cute squeak, feeling butterflies swell up inside your tummy. “Told ya. Nothing this slutty pussy can’t handle,” and he lets off a low grunt, feeling you wriggle your hips against him while gnawing on your lip. That only makes him smack your ass, earning a moan from you, “Don’t try and tease me with your hips, brat. I’m the one fucking you. Be a good little bitch maid and keep that arch f’me.”

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, feeling the plump tip of his cock prod deep between your spongey walls once he starts — and you drag out a whimpering little, “Yes.. sirrrr..” and he dips his hips into your slick pool of heat, before a single thrust makes you start to see pure splotches of white. Toji’s got a malice closed-lip smile spreading on his glossed pink lips watching you quickly get overly stupefied because of his dick. You’ve always suspected him of a packer but his girth was just delirious. Purely maniacal.

“This what you usually do whenever I‘m not home, yeah Y/N?” He asks between deep thrusts, and the bass in his voice drops immensely, rolling his hips to the hilt in a steady yet incredibly sloppy and rough rhythm that’s making the king sized bed create a mixtape of its own from the constant creaking. “Play with yourself in front of thousands of people to see on my bed?” And you moan, feeling his engorged cock tickle deep inside your gummy insides — between your folds, mouth nearly watering from how deeply good he was fucking you. “I know I fucking pay you good, slut. This your way of calling me cheap huh?”

You sit up but he spanks you again to keep your back arched for him. “N-No.. Sir. I—It’s not like that at all…” you’d pant, and your eyes dart towards the chat and they’re loving every second, so much donations are piling up, and you let out a sweet whine from when he reaches way past your clitoral hood and into your cervix to make you whimper. “I didn‘t expect… for you to just find out…” and you gasp, feeling a spark ignite near your tummy from one of his ramming hits against your pussy. “S—So soon,” before gawking at the chat with glossy eyes.

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y/nhatepage: what a baby loool, toji pick me instead

“Uh huh,” Toji murmurs, and his pace is quick and erupt — effortlessly making your toes curl from the steep back shots. He makes your head plop onto the soft thick satin sheets, and you moan from feeling him drill into your soaked cunt while huffing out vexed breaths. “Contemplated about firing your ass all week but now that I’m fucking you, this pussy’s too good for that,” and he can feel you twitching around him, walls spasming and you’re for sure about to cum. It‘s probably been about a few minutes, and you were already about to bottom out because of his tremendous size — his fat girth easily stretching you out as if your pussy was some sort of certified gymnast. “Dirty girl. You better give me an apology for being such a lousy maid or you’re not gonna cum.”

You shudder, parting your spit-glossed lips while your eyes roamed everywhere around the room with a little pout forming on your face. “I—I‘m sorry…Toji.”

He spanks your ass and you moan from the recoil, voice all breathy and shaky before correcting yourself with a whiney, “S..Sir…”

“Keep talking.” He grunts, and his hips has your mind in a full blown daze — you’re completely bewildered from his impactful thrusts that make you make out the sweetest noises for not only him but your crowd of a audience as well. Some were commenting that you were being dramatic, how it couldn’t feel that good but it definitely did. His cock reached spots where you had no idea could be reached. This reaction was definitely real, regardless of how dumb and lewd you looked, nothing was being exaggerated. Toji’s dick had you stupid and feral, without question.

The sorcerer killer‘s got you jittering against the bed, hearing your sweet little ah’s and r-right there’s — about to cum a thunderstorm, and you can barely arch your back so he leans in to bring a rough scarred hand to your throat, safely applying enough pressure, but enough to make your moans get louder. “S—Sorry for.. ah.. playing with myself in your room Sir,” and as you’re speaking you nearly choke out a incoherent sob, so close and the crown head of his cock is repeatedly thrashing and slapping against your sensitive pearly nub. “Really sorry.. won’t happen again… promise…” and you swallow thickly, getting wet from watching him press up against your face, making you stare at yourself and him through the monitor. “.. Hafta cum.. lemme cum, Sir.”

“You’re right. It won’t happen again,” he spats back sternly, and the sounds of irregular and violent skin slapping and little murmuring whines and whimpers reverberate around the room dramatically. Toji’s groaning, feeling himself close too, and his hands still wrap around your neck like a necklace, bring a kiss to your cheek out of spite before darting his green sinister eyes towards the chat that’s desperately craving his attention. “You guys think she deserve to cum?”

Immediately it fills up with a mix of yes and no’s, and you’re fighting back tears from the extensive amounts of pleasure — tilting your head up a bit, before Toji lets out a quick, “Cum for me.”

You’re confused at the slightest, but you were about to let go — and Toji flips you over with a whimsical grin on his face. “Kidding. Don’t fucking cum. Hold it,” and you’re on the verge of cumming — so so close, you let out a perplexed whine. “I said don’t fucking cum yet Y/N,” he mutters in a husky voice, and you feel him slip out of you, pulling you closer towards him, dragging you towards his lap. You’re almost sobbing, and Toji is of course all turned on from your mere disappointing tantrum, red angry tip twitching from you poutingly realigning yourself on his length before stroking your hair. “Aw, I know. I know. You wanna cum but you’re gonna have to be a good bitch in heat and wait,” and his voice is an almost form of a baritone, brushing against your ear, and you moan while he gives the laptop a sly smile before gripping his same hand around your throat. “Ride me, princess. Show your little fans who’s pussy this really belongs to and I’ll think about letting you cum.”

“But I—” you’d frown, lips glistening with spit, a saddened pout tugging on your lips. But you stopped talking immediately once Toji’s staring at you with that full menacing gaze that makes your heart race and your cunt twitch, fully synchronizing together to make sure you know your place. “Yes.. sir..”

“Good… girl,” he grunts, feeling you start to rotate your hips — delicately bouncing on his lap. The tip of his cock’s sending you to another planet, and it’s not long before you start babbling again. Toji slithers a hand down to your wet cunt, swabbing up some of your wet slick before he brings it to your lips. “Tired of your whiney voice. Open your slutty mouth,” and again with a soft pout you do, eyes going half lidded once Toji shoves his middle and index finger inside your mouth. You moaned in a muffled state, grinding and rocking your hips against his pelvic bone while curling your tongue with his digits stuffed down your throat. The angle he’s got on your pussy has his cock continuously hitting deep against you. “Uh huh. Put your mouth to good use, that’s it— f..fuck.”

The hits you make against his lap is so sloppy, it makes him get taken aback for a brief second before pressing his free hand on your waist. Toji’s absentmindedly playing with the flappy straps of your lingerie — and as you’re swiveling and plopping up and down on your boss‘s cock, pummeling so far and deep into you, you practically gag on his fingers that’s prodding way back against your throat and you moan feeling him pull his digits upwards. “You’re so filthy,” he grunts with a smug grin, smearing your spit all over your lips with his coated glistening digits, watching you pant from his dick that’s tapping against your g-spot. “You must like taking things down that tight little throat, don‘t you, girl?”

“Yeah..” You’d shamelessly nod, and your back starts to simultaneously arch again, grabbing his hand. “Put it back i—”

“Don’t tell me what to do whore,” Toji mutters, smacking your hand away before reaching down to rub circles on your cunt. You whined, legs ultimately shaking — and it felt so good, regardless of how infuriating it was. “Dunno if little camgirl sluts like you should cum on my cock,” he chortles, and you can’t stop whining, your legs feeling like they were about to fall off, feeling Toji’s long black strands rub against your cheek. He can’t stop the little smug smile on his face, watching you keep up a cute raunchy pace of bobbling up and down on his cock, briefly focusing your eyes at the shiny expensive ceiling fan. “Beg for it.”

“Tojiiiii p-please.. I— can‘tttt..” You’d moan, and the way he brings you closer towards him by the throat, warm minty breath fanning against your neck makes your pussy throb. “Don‘t… wanna be edged anymore.”

“Y/nnnnnn. Shut the fuck upppp,” He mocks your tone, matching the way you speak — and you pout at how exaggerated he was, you glance at the chat and everyone‘s so horny, encouraging Toji to keep edging you, it was horrid. Toji groans, feeling you move your hips in a slow rotation, reaching down to play with yourself at least but it’s as if he predicts your movements everytime, and slaps your hand away. “I don’t care what you don’t want. Don’t be a dumb bitch. Y’know how to take orders from me,” and you’re blissed out, glossy eyes almost rolling up your skull while your body jostled above him. Toji brings a hand towards your breasts, groping them with a squeeze before rubbing the pad of his thumb against your hardened nipples, staring dead at the monitor. “Beg me to cum or you’re not getting shit from me, princess.”

Your facial expressions puckered, feeling the circles and squares around your clit more intense and you were gonna cum again — and it feels so good, you feel the coil of tension deep in your gut about to snap. “Please…” you’d sniffle and your voice sounds so small — knees ever so bucking, and your soft breathing is having a race with itself. “Let me cum please…. h-have to cum.. ‘M sorry for being a… slutty maid—” and Toji stares at you with a sly smile to keep talking. He found this entire thing amusing. Then again, it’s Toji. Of course he did. “Need you to let me cum Sir.. please please.. I need it— my pussy needs it, Sir.”

“You need it?” Toji lowly mocks your voice, watching your face fall from his constant teasing.

“Want… you… to make me fucking cum… Sir.” You spoke through gritted teeth, and Toji lowly laughs, hearing the cute sheer annoyance in your voice.

Toji stops rubbing against your clit before making you press your back against him — feeling your hips swerve and grind against him happily before running a hand down your waist. “Go ahead then. You can cum, pretty girl,” and there’s tears poking in your eyes once you finally let loose, slowing your movements down to cream all on Toji‘s veiny twitching cock. A bundle of nerves within you are on fire — sending you cute little messages in your empty brain that you’re finally cumming, and your orgasm is so loud, you don’t even realize it. Your gummy walls squeeze against his cock from it and Toji lets off a groan, and feels your pretty little cervix dilate in the process. “Good girl,” and he moans once you still ride him out of spite — and Toji playfully puts you in a headlock with a raspy chuckle. “Stay still girl. Don’t fucking try me. Now it’s my turn to cum,” and you moan — feeling him bring a hand towards your head to make you stare at him. “You‘ll let me shoot a messy load inside this pussy, won’t you Princess? I wanna feel you.”

“P-Please,” You’d eagerly nod, purely slumped against his chest. Toji‘s so warm, and you can barely even keep up with your own breath. “Breed me, Toji. Need your cum.”

“Breed you,” he repeats, in the form of a mocking question, and you’re facing him now — staring at his flushed face that was merely glistening with a few sweat beads. He’s gawking at you with low hooded eyes, the sexy slanted scar near the side of his mouth pursing and indenting against his pink lips whenever he spoke. “Pft. That’s what you brats say now, huh,” and his voice is all hoarse and condescending. Your head’s buried into his neck — engulfing in his manly scent while dragging your nails down his back freely from the constant stimulation. His cock‘s tapping against your sweetened spots each and every time, making you get so dumb. So incredibly dumb, that you just keep saying his name over and over. Toji Toji Toji T—Toji… Sir.. sir.. Toji… “Heh, Okay. I‘ll breed this slutty pussy,” and his eyes dart towards the screen that had around fourteen thousand viewers now — the chat‘s continuing to flood with comments. “You guys better watch closely,” and he grunts, feeling him about to shoot. “About to leave a thick load inside your dumb little host girl.”

Toji‘s towering on top of you now — making you lie on your back, and he grunts lowly, feeling the multiple silver tungsten rings press against your thighs. “I‘m so… damn full because of you,” he’d huff out, and you feel his hips start to stutter, the hefty fat base of his cock slapping against your cunt after each thrust. You moaned, watching Toji stare at you, about to burst any minute, making sure you kept your legs sprawled out all pretty for him. “Gonna swell up this fucking tummy with my seed.” he groans, and his voice is almost shaky, staring at you with lust-driven eyes. Toji pistons his hips — his tip smacking against your cervix purposely to see you make such cute facial expressions.

“F—Fuck.. Toji, wanna feel you—”

“Shut up and you will,” He snarls, and you let off a whine, feeling him push your knees to your chest. Toji plowed into you from a deep and thorough angle that makes your mouth start to open, and the sounds echo around the dim empty room featuring the sounds of a constant pat pat pat. Your pussy‘s squelching — before he growls out an angry, “Fuck,” and you feel him start to shoot a warm load deep inside, stuffing you full. Toji leans in, and his pearly white canines sink gently into the side of your neck — suppressing his low slutty moans. Your body twitches, and Toji’s thick velvety load was so much, he was still spurting inside. His breath is shaky and heavy, coating your skin with gentle fang marks before he reaches down on your tummy. “F-Fuck.. little girl.”

You let out a soft moan, and he’s still pouring into you — painting your spongey insides white tremendously, making you dizzy with your legs wrapped around his slim waist. Toji’s even speechless for a moment, and he starts to bombard your trembling body with kisses, before licking a stripe up your neck. “Toji… so full..”

He groans, sitting up before dragging you towards the monitor — pulling out beforehand and making you arch in front of the camera for everyone to see his thick gooey cum oozing out of your pulsating slit.

“Look … at … that,” he‘d purr, bringing a spank to your ass — sliding a thumb down your nub for everyone to get a good view and you moan, watching Toji‘s eyes skimmer though the rapid chat messages that kept piling up every millisecond. You probably got so much money from the donations, and it was almost twenty thousand people watching your little stream, and you knew it was all thanks to Toji. You‘d never even imagine this many people coming to watch even though — it was like as soon as Toji came in, that was what ignited everything. “Filled her up nice and good,” he hums, giving you another spank before rolling his eyes at the comments. “Nothing you loser bitches can do.”

touyaslongburnedshlong: Y/n’s so sexc. Where do I sign up

princess_kit137: TOJIIII ur so hot. someone call animal control because my 🐱 keeps howling :(((

[MOD] gojodaddy69: yeah man uh be ready to pay child support LOLLL broke ass 🤡

sukunahasafatdickbutitstinks: *gifts 500 click coins*

[MOD] chosoluvskarma: gojo …don’t make me put you in time out again.

You sit up — but Toji stands behind you, making you arch your back on the desk, putting his hands on your waist as you’re bent over, almost nearly shoved into your lap top.

“Alright. They had their fun, now turn that shit off.”

You looked at him, furrowing a brow with doe eyes before he’s glaring at you, and who were you to not listen to your intimidating boss. You get the hint, turning towards your beloved audience with a timid grin. “Heh.. um… sorry guys.. I have… ah have to g—” and you start moaning feeling Toji drill back inside of you, stuffing the dripping cum back inside your tight cunt — and you let off a whine, grabbing onto the desk before scrolling your mouse around frantically. “Thank you guys for y—your support and stopping by…” and Toji’s spanking you to hurry up and you bite on your lip. “Okay.. I h—have to go… love you guys.. I‘ll stream… later this week I think… bye...”

Clicking the bright pink colorful button that read ‘END Y/NLOVAAA’S STREAM?’ it successfully ended, and you closed your laptop shut with shaky hands, moaning from Toji‘s hard thrusts while your pussy clamps and clenches down every single time. You’re being rammed against the desk — feeling already so stuffed full, and Toji grabs a nice chunk of your ass before spanking it again, getting hard everytime from watching it jiggle with recoil right before his dark green eyes.

“Good girl,” he lets off in a low voice, pushing you further into the desk. You whined, and he makes you put your hands behind your back, holding them with one hand while his cock continues to puncture inside your tight walls that’s spasming and convulsing because of him. “But I‘m not done filling up this slutty pussy though,” he breathes through a clenched jaw, raising his head up a bit slightly before spanking you again. “My slutty pussy.”

Force me to tell you about my trauma while you're deep inside me already and then start reenacting it while I cry and tell you how much he hurt me when he did that to me, and then thrust into me with all of your force and say 'did he hurt you like this? Huh? Slut probably loved it'

𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆-𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 | gojo satoru.

SUMMARY: perhaps maybe having your ex-boyfriend satoru as your “tutor” wasn’t the best idea.

CONTENT: f! reader, college! au, both are early 20s, pwp, thigh riding, switch gojo + switch reader, praising, gojo gets overstimmed, cumshots, creampie, degradation, spanking, oral, brat taming, dumbfication, pussy spanking, edging, (pet names) — angel, princess. wk 5.1k! (my baaad)

NOTE: uhhhh idkkk wrote this while in the middle of studying & i have a huge gojo brain rot rn but yeaaaah.

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“Satoru,” you mumbled — writhing in his lap. He’s got his head planted near your neck, watching you try to jot down whatever answers came into your mind. You hated this course with every bone in your body, stupid psychology 101. This particular class held you back, considering you passed all your other courses with flying colors. Of course, though, Gojo had the highest grade, and he just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. Ultimately enough, he was the very last person you’d ask for help. He’s scrolling on his phone absentmindedly, and you blow out a vexed sigh. “This is stupid. I don’t get it,” and you tense, feeling him sit up, probably purposely to feel his strained bulge underneath his grey sweats. “And, I don’t get how me sitting on your lap will help me pass this shitty course.”

His cerulean eyes flicker at your paper, a smug smile from seeing your uncaring, sloppy handwriting. “Oh, come on. This class is so easy,” and he slightly lolls his head to the left before yawning. “And you’re on my lap so you can focus more,” and Gojo picks up his red pen — and starts marking everything wrong, dramatically mumbling: nope, wrong, nope’s underneath his breath, “Looks like someone’s gonna bomb this upcoming exam... again tomorrow. Shame.”

A pout curls on your lips, as you stare at the multiple choice quiz Gojo printed out for you along with the dozens of other assignments scattered on your desk. “Okay okay. I’ll… try harder,” you’d mumble — wanting to do nothing more than just sleep all day, procrastinate and be secluded to your own thoughts. “At least be a better ‘tutor’ Satoru. You really suck at this.”

“Uh! Rude,” Gojo jeers, and you nearly drop your pen, feeling his hardened bulge against you. It was so distracting — as if you’d tell him though. Knowing Gojo, he’d ridicule you. He moves his legs a bit, and it makes yours move too, and a hand brushes past your waist making you nearly burst. “Just re-read the problem,” he rolls his eyes, and he’s so close to you, his voice is smooth, dripping with silk and smugness. “Can’t be that dumb can you? You used to be such a good girl, always participating in class, super happy when you get all the answers right,” and you could smell his sweet minty breath fan against your sinuses as he continued, “Such a little teacher‘s pet.”

You nearly slipped out a noise, feeling his knee slither its way between your legs — and you try to focus. “Shut… up…” You’d grumble, roughly filling in the bubbled answer that read ‘psychoanalysis,’ knowing damn well that’d probably be wrong too. Gojo’s staring at you working, but he laughs to himself, watching you almost moan from feeling him start to bounce his thigh. “Satoru,” you’d whine, and instinctively your hands planted on his thighs that hid underneath his grey sweats. He was definitely doing this on purpose, to fuck with you. “I— I can’t concentrate like this…”

“Pfttt, sure you can!” He scoffs cheekily, and you softly pant — feeling his hands make their way toward your waist, and you hate how your pussy betrayed you, already pulsating and throbbing from Gojo’s thigh. “Keep working. Don’t mind me. Just uh... making sure your cute squirmy body doesn’t fall asleep on me. Better start writing,” And you let out a honeyed whimper, feeling him graze his fingers beneath your skirt, teasingly brushing his fingertips against your black laced undergarments. “Well, at least you’re smart enough to remember to wear panties. Heh.”

You gripped your ballpoint pen — trying to shut out his flirtatious words and focus on writing. But no, your pussy was saying something else entirely, screaming at you to grind on your ex-boyfriend’s lap. Who needs studying when you’ve got dick right underneath you? Poor mentality, yeah but your little feline friend between your legs obviously had a lot on her mind — making your thoughts wander elsewhere, definitely not engrossing on your stupid college psychology subject.

“Satoru, please,” you’d mutter out, and your voice is soft and defeated. His familiar loud exhilarating cologne scent didn’t help either — it made you dizzy, tipsy almost, the bouncing of his thigh nearly pushing you towards the edge. “I... can’t.”

“Ha? Can’t what…?” He coos, and you nearly let off a candied whine, feeling his slender fingertips trace down your exposed thighs. “Ah. Y/N. Can’t handle a little stimulation? Don’t tell me you’re getting off on this,” and he clicks his tongue with a smug shit-eating grin. “Forgot how horny you were all the damn time.”

You almost moaned at his words — and then you remembered, the two of you were in public. In the library. It was late at night, so not maybe people were around except for a few frat boys and groups working on last-minute projects. You and Gojo were located near the back, and your body couldn’t take it. The stimulation was almost too much to bare, so you sharply inhaled.

“You’re... so annoying.” you’d chuff out, and that’s when your head slightly goes up, starting to ride his thigh. Gojo tenses, hearing your sweet breathing pick up as you’re just using his right leg to get off — like a dirty girl, and it made him smile, not only that but it made him hard too.

“Heyyyy,” he coos lowly, and you whimper — feeling Gojo slide his hands inside your university pullover. His hands are undoubtedly slow that it’s got you in a frenzy, and he traces his hands down the bra set you wore, swiping his thumb against your perky nipples. “You’re supposed to be studying Y/N, not fucking yourself on my leg.”

You gasp — feeling Gojo start to shake and flex his thigh that’s directly underneath and between your slick heat. The friction makes you dumb within seconds, and your nails pry into his leg, hips gently swaying and moving against him. You're so desperate, hips innocently twitching and undulating within his touch. “Fuck that… Satoru,” You’d moan, and it feels so good, your cunt’s just throbbing like a vein, telling you how excited it is and how it wants more. “I… I need you.”

“You don’t need me,” Gojo rasps and your body heats up — feeling him begin to coat the nape and side of your neck with gentle kisses. “You want me,” and he grunts, growing harder and harder by the second. You’re trying your best to keep quiet, but it just feels too good. Gojo smugly hums at your body movements shifting and jerking, and he softly sighs. “What do you want huh? Tell me.”

“Touch me,” you’d immediately spit out, and the friction being created felt incredibly sensual. simply alluring. “Touch me more, ‘Toru.”

His ears slightly twitch hearing your lips and mumble his name in a shortened manner. Gojo hums to himself, grabbing your hand and making you pick up the pen. “Mmmmm, okay. I’ll touch you, pretty girl. But as long as you’re doing your work, yeah?”

“But—”

“No buts. Start writing,” Gojo murmurs, and you let out an irritated huff. Studying for this dumb class was the last thing you’d want to do. Annoyingly enough though, you picked up your pen, skimming your eyes through the long detailed questions before gasping once feeling Gojo unclasp your bra. “Whoops,” he says, with a sniggering grin. You’re whining still — continuing to ride his thigh, and you’re feeling yourself reach your peak. “Focus,” he tells you, playfully turning your head to face your worksheet. “Read the problem for me, c‘mon. Don’t make me baby you, angel.”

You nearly let out a sob once he starts bouncing his leg again out of teasing spite, and you try to keep your eyes on the paper. This time it's with a lot more force though. “U-Um…” you’d stammer, nipping on your bottom lip with a cute sigh. “Uh… it says… what method did… scientists... use to,” and you pause mid-sentence, feeling Gojo‘s hand reach down towards your achy throbbing cunt rubbing against his leg. “um… study c—conscious behavior…Satoru....?”

“Good girl,” he grins, and it takes everything in you to not moan at the top of your lungs — feeling Gojo give your cunt a frisky squeeze. “And the answer is... what?”

“It’s…” you panted, feeling yourself about to cum right on his grey cottoned sweatpants. “The answer’s um… A?”

“A, huh? Hmmmm. Let’s see,” Gojo tilts his head, and he pulls out the answer key from underneath your folder. He takes a long dreadful time to stare at the answer, and you know he’s doing that purposely — he’d always loved edging you. You’re so mousy and tongue-tied, babbling his name quietly underneath your breath, and you’re about to cum, you can feel it. Your hips continue to sway and move as you whine profusely from his thigh. “Nope. That‘s wrong,” and you hear him chuckle next to your ear — marking yet another fat X on the word problem. You frown, and Gojo’s fingers reach toward your clit, sliding your panties aside before mocking your pout. “Heh. Tell you what. Get the answer right, and I’ll let you cum, princess,” and he’s feeling how soaked you were, a smile tugging on his pink sheeny lips. “But you’re gonna have to show your work. Cheating’s bad, you know?”

You’re nearly sobbing at his words, and he‘s still vigorously bouncing his knee with much intent to push you closer toward your orgasm. The unrelenting tempo was almost too much to contain. “Fuck you… Satoru.. Satoruuuu… I can‘t… need to cum…. please please please…”

“Aw. Don’t make me repeat myself Y/N,” he mutters, and you whimper from feeling his left-hand slide underneath your uni pull over again. Gojo’s feeling all on your breasts — and you shift in his lap, nearly incapable to think let alone comprehend the dumb questions in front of you. “C‘monnnnn Y/N,” he chants directly next to your ear, making you spread your legs more. His touch alone was gentle yet had set off a fire on the peach fuzz that resided on your skin. “You’re dumb but you’re not that dumb. Give it another try!”

You swallowed, tears sticking to your lengthy natural lashes before flickering your eyes towards the sheet. “Um… it‘s… C…” you huffed out, and your head slumps back against his chest. Gojo grins at your cuteness, bringing a hand to stroke your hair as you tried to form out little words. “I got the answer because…” and you kept pausing anew and anew again, each second your voice was getting higher and higher — as if you were some sort of soprano. “I… knew that um… introspection is the most… sensible answer and… it was the method scientists used t—to use…”

“Uh huh,” Gojo rubs his chin once you stop speaking and look at him with dolled eyes, and you loathed how much of a tease he was. Your pussy was throbbing, having a temper tantrum of its own before Gojo simpers to himself. “Well, for one thing, your explaining could use a bit more work. Pretty lazy job ther—”

“Satoru!” You’d cry out — and you didn’t mean to be so loud, getting violent shushes from people around the public space, pools of heat rising to your face.

Your ex-boyfriend laughs, and he brings a hand towards your mouth while your hips abruptly stopped riding him — spasming and twitching now against his thigh. “Trying to get us kicked out, huh?” He whispers, and he makes you look at him, preventing you from making more noise, except it was now cutely muffled. You drag and guide his free hand towards your cunt, and he mocks your pout again. “Okay, fine.... Go ahead and cum.”

Immensely, your legs shook while your muffled voice got pulled into a complete crescendo. Moaning into Gojo’s hand, all he could hear was a cute whiney orgasm — your vision nearly turning white with your head smacking back against his shoulder with tears poking in the corners of your eyes. “So dramatic,” he giggles and pulls his hand away. You’re panting before Gojo stands up, making you follow the same, and your legs feel numb. Feeling him slide up your skirt he then drags you to his dorm. “C’mon. We should study somewhere more private.”

And yet here you were in Gojo‘s tidy room — on your knees as he’s staring down at you, letting off the sluttiest moans. You’re graciously taking him in your mouth, nails digging into his half-worn sweats while he’s got a hand gripping the crown of your head. “Fuck,” he breathes out, and you’re bobbling your head rapidly, occasionally swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip just to watch him squirm. “If only—” and he lets out a soft shaky chuckle before moaning again. “If only you were good at psychology as much as you— were good at sucking dick, fuck.”

You shoot him a glare, and Gojo grunts — feeling your soft dominant hand wrap around his base simultaneously, stroking him while taking him deep inside your tight throat. “Missed your slutty tongue,” he pants, and you watch his head nearly tilt back from the way you sucked him off, humming over his throbbing cock in your mouth with a pompous smile to make him moan from the erratic vibrations. “Whore. You’re... doing that on purpose,” and he shoves you down further, pushing past your gag reflex, gagging and nearly moaning yourself. “Shit... I’m gonna… cum soon…”

Gojo thinks you look so pretty on your knees for him, plump lustrous tears sticking towards your natural long lashes — and he spots you reaching down to rub on your primarily soaked and neglected clit, moaning all over his shaft now. “Good girl. So pretty with your mouth full,” he huffs out, and your head continues to go up and down with your eyes nearly half-lidded. He’s battling with his frosty lashes to blink, chasing his own breath like it’s tag before letting out a long sugar-coated moan that makes your cunt twitch. “You and your fucking—” and he pauses, briefly making you stare dead at him. “— tongue. Bet… this was all you wanted huh? Choking down on me instead of studying?”

Without even a split second of comprehending his stammering words, you give him an eager but slow head nod — pupils completely dilated.

“No, Y/N,” he grunts, shoving you down further down on his pulsating cock — your tongue succinctly brushes against one of the veins running down it and he moans again, sharply inhaling through his nose. “You’re… supposed to want to study. Not be some—” and he nearly slips out a whine from how close he is. “Cock hungry whore,” and his words make you let off a muffled trilled sound. You’re so sloppy and messy too, pretty soon, your saliva’s pouring out the sides of your mouth, sliding down your chin. “You’re such a nasty girl,” and then Gojo stares down at you with his face flushed and a derisive pout. “My nasty girl though, right?”

You nod, and Gojo’s still panting, about to shoot a load right down your tight throat. “Good,” and he makes you lift your head up a little. “Better fucking… swallow it all angel,” and his breath is tottering and unsteady. “This cum doesn’t come for free. You should know that by now, pretty girl.”

Gojo’s thrusting into your mouth carelessly, and again his moans are so slutty — he’s always been like that, and you’d be too embarrassed to tell him that his noises somewhat got you off. Within a few moments though, his hips twitch and he lets out a long dragged-out moan, and you feel him spurt and shoot velvety ropes of his cum toward the roof of your mouth. His breath was always snatched away because of you, and he’s heaving, watching you stare back at him with low hooded eyes. “Open for me,” he sputters cooingly, and his entire body’s shaking, watching you submissively obey. You give him an ah, lolling out your tongue and showing him how you didn’t waste a drop. “Good… girl…. filthy fucking… girl..” He moans, and you whine — feeling him briefly slap the red mushroom tip of his erect cock against your tongue while speaking.

You lick your glossed lips as he helps you up, dragging you towards his fleecy air mattress. “You... still moan like a girl, Satoru.”

“....Shut up,” he utters — before he shoves you onto his desk instead. Gojo pulls up your plaid skirt, making you bend over the weak wooden desk, colliding against the red-marked papers, before giving your ass a hard smack. You let out a surprised whine, legs spread apart. “You’ve got no room to talk,” and he gives you another spank, and another, and another until you start moaning repeatedly. “You were the one whining earlier while getting off on my knee. You’re probably getting off to me spanking you too.”

You dig your nails into your arms, squeezing your parted lips together before panting. “Maybe. Spank me harder, Sator—”

“Brat,” he gives you another spank, and it stings against your skin before you feel him shove you further on his desk, sprawling out your legs even more. That’s when you let out a sweetened whimper, feeling the head of Gojo’s cock slide against your needy slit. Sure, the two of you weren’t together anymore since you two had to focus primarily on studies and work, but man the sex was great. It was amazing. Stupidly prodigious. Gojo knew every inch, every crevice, and every part of your body to make you cry and scream out his name. You were a brat, a heavy one at that, but he was always the only one to know how to put you in your place, regardless. “So needy. Trying to push your hips into me. Be patient.”

You whine, feeling Gojo‘s tip slowly insert inside your wet cunt that’s profusely throbbing, pleading and utterly begging to be fucked. “S—Satoru.”

“Quiet,” he talks over you, and he’s easily sliding inside between your folds — gummy walls voluntarily contracting around him. He lets out a soft grunt from the way your puffy cunt’s absorbing his cock, just effortlessly disappearing. He’s got a firm grip on your skirt, and you look so cute and pathetic, arched over his desk, right where you belonged in his eyes. “This is what’s gonna happen, ‘kay,” he cheekily tells you, before you whimper, a single thrust and he’s halfway in. You almost forgot how abnormally big he was. The girth he had was truly erratic. “I‘m gonna fuck you,” he breathes, and you shiver from feeling him rub a big hand against your mildly sore ass. “And you’re gonna be a good girl and finish the rest of the worksheet so I can grade it, hm?”

You let off a maddened pout, arms tucked underneath your chest while feeling him all the way in now. “Why can’t you just fuck me,” you sound so whiney, feeling Gojo’s hand remain on your ass.

“How about I just not fuck you at all and fail your dumb ass.” He snaps back, and that makes you shut up instantly — your eyes burning into the stupid plain mock paper.

“Fuck….” You mumbled, nearly letting off a moan. “Fine… whatever…”

Within seconds, Gojo’s drilling his hips into your core, and you’re sobbing out his name over and over, trembling hands gripping tightly onto the skinny pink ballpoint pen. His thrusts are jagged, roughly slamming you against the desk purposely to mess up your handwriting. Pure scribble scrabbles being printed on the sheet in ink as you’re getting fucked, whining out lamentable pathetic whimpers and mutters constantly, feeling him reach deep into your pussy. It’s so lewd, he makes you get so loud within seconds and with such ease.

“Do your work angel,” He warns you. “Or I’ll stop.”

“I— I can’t!” You’d babble out, eyebrows furrowing together as you’re trying to hold onto the raggedy desk. But you feel Gojo start to slow down, muttering a smug ‘really—oh okay’ and you whine, picking up your pen again. “Okay.. okay… I’m working…. fine… S—Satoru…” and you swallow thickly, nearly losing all sorts of dignity from his nasty sloppy thrusts smacking against your achy sex. “Just… don’t stop… fucking me…”

Gojo grunts, watching you cutely ‘attempt’ to write, jotting down answers while moaning his name, but it’s once he hits that certain spot deep way inside your pussy — past your clitoral hood that nearly makes you rip a scream out your throat. Once Gojo hears that, he can’t help but consistently hit and bully the head of his cock against it over and over, having it french kiss your cervix in the process to push you over the edge instantly.

“Ooh. Found that little g-spot, did I?” He hums, bringing a little spank to your rump, and you’re nearly sputtering out nothings under your breath, trying to maintain focus but desperately failing.

“K—Keep hitting me right there… please, Satoruuuu.” You begged, voice trembling with every word. His hips were acting so foolhardy, grinding against you, and he gets harder from your pleading voice, encouraging him to keep going, to fuck the absolute knowledge out of your brain. Gojo grunts and his thrusts have you biting your lip, chewing on it like it's bubblegum. He's ruthless slamming against your pussy, going into a completely frenzied state, watching you get even dumber all on his cock. “So… deep…”

He’s still fucking you, groaning from the way your walls played patty cake with his fat cock that’s clamping and snagging back against each other. You finally start writing again, lip quivering while trying to focus your nearly blurred eyesight on the ink-imprinted words. “Fuck… me…” you’d frown with a pout, and you only managed to get about two to three problems down out of fifteen. It couldn’t have been your fault though, right? Gojo’s cock is just driving so deep into your cunt, it’s hard enough for you to do anything, really. His thrusts are so good, it almost makes your mouth water, before feeling him pull a hand towards your waist. He’s got your tongue nearly lolling out on its own from his raunchy explicit hip movements, just mercilessly pivoting into you — the same piston motion over and over. You’ve been fucked by Gojo in lots of places but never directly over his desk.

“I’m assuming you’re halfway done, princess?” Gojo purrs and his voice is all smug again, but it’s much low this time. Condescending, even. You’re incapable to think straight let alone respond, and he subduedly moans from the way your sopping wet pussy squelches and grips around him. “Awww, what! No little bratty remark towards me? This really all it takes, huh?” and your moans are so shaky within each thrust he’s presenting towards your cunt — repeating his way to crash and slam into your slippery heat. “Mhm. Hugging around my cock so good. Bet you’re about to cum again too.”

And you were, leg slightly starting to bounce while your heel dug into the carpet floor. Gojo knew exactly from the way you started to tense and clench up around him. So adorable. There’s this smug grin residing on his face before you feel him lift one of your legs up to lay against his desk — getting a much deeper and more thorough angle.

“S—Satoru.. gonna cum…” you whimpered, and your voice is so soft, almost a mere whisper, and your throat's sort of sore from whining so much, considering. “Cumming… gonna c—”

“Really. Well then,” he grins, and you feel him suddenly pull out. Your pussy tenses from the sudden feeling of being clenched around nothing now, and you let off the cutest huh, utterly confused on why he’d just abruptly stopped. Gojo leans in close to you — and you softly let off a noise, feeling him drag a hand down towards your overly sensitive clit. “You have a hard time following instructions, don’t you,” he huffs, and he’s staring at your lazy poor work, nearly nothing is written. Gojo’s teasing you, rubbing a hand on your pussy back and forth, licking a stripe up your neck. “Silly girl. How about I spank your pussy for every question you didn’t answer?”

You shake your head, feeling his right hand reach towards your neck caressingly — making you look at him in your peripherals, giving you a sweet teasing kiss. “Yeah? Okay,” he coos, and you whine, feeling him give you one spank on your clit. “Aww there there, princess,” and he brings a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe if dumb Y/N did her work, she wouldn’t be getting edged.”

“Satoruuuuu….” You writhed, back completely arched against him. And he feels his cock twitch from the way you moaned his name that time, almost like you sang it.

He kept spanking your cunt until you started randomly apologizing for being so dumb and stupid — babbling how you’ll do so much better in class and participate and pay more attention and stay off your phone, scrolling endlessly through useless apps. You’ll be a good student. A good girl more specifically, and it makes him simper — hearing you speak while butchering over your words, probably not even acknowledging what you were saying. Almost as if his dick put some enticing spell on your cunt, on your mind, and theoretically on your brain. Gojo smugly smiles to himself, sliding his middle finger in between your folds to watch you whine. He knew you were only saying that so you could cum, but you were just so adorable.

“Hmmm.. okay, maybe I’ll be nice just this once.”

And within long dreadful minutes and positions later including being edged ruthlessly, you’re cumming all over Gojo’s cock, coating a white ring around his base as he’s fucking you into his mattress. He’s staring at you, lust all in his dilated pupils, messy white hair all over the place while he watches you cutely cling onto his toned arms, eyes nearly rolling back with your back arching back adequately.

“Fuck,” He groans, and Gojo’s cumming again too, but he pulls out to spray his seed on your tummy, painting it entirely. You looked so fucked out, eyes droopy, eyebrows furrowed, and legs simultaneously twitching within his presence. But that’s when you shove Gojo on his back, and he lets you with a slight curious smile, frosty white hair all messy and nearly covering his eyebrows. “Hey.. what are you—”

You let out a shaky breath, aligning his cock between your slit before you plop down on him. “Y/N…..” his eyes widens, watching you start to ride him and he’s still so sensitive. Gojo’s head goes back, and all his teasing arrogance leaves and he’s the one whining now — nearly choking on his own breath. “Y/N… Fuck… fuck ‘m… still s-sensitive,” and his voice gets all high out of nowhere, bringing his right hand to his face to shield his own embarrassment. “Shit…”

You start moaning too — but it’s nowhere near as loud compared to Gojo, his moans are incredibly bratty and slutty, and you watch his toned pectorals on his chest tense and flex as you rode him, moving your hips against him while feeling him deep inside your walls nice and snug. “My god… fuckin’ dammit,” he pants, and you hear him sort of sniffle, and he stares up at you — seeing you now with a smug grin. Some would say it’s sort of karma. “You… b-bitch!” He chokes out with a whimper, and you know it’s playful because he moans directly afterward. “Trying to... kill me….?” and he’s continuously rambling, face completely flushed with red now, and you’re making him blush.

“Do I stop or—”

“No, don’t fucking stop,” Gojo immediately replies, and he sounds almost offended at the question. His hands go towards your waist, head still going back while you moaned — feeling him try to somewhat control your hip movements. “You… wanted to r-ride me then fucking ride me.”

You smile at your ex-boyfriend, picking up your pace again, his sensitive flaccid cock puncturing deep inside your cunt, and his moans are incredibly shaky — and he’s tightly holding onto your waist. “Don’t stop…” he rasps, and it feels so good for him, he’s still hiding his face with his hand with one hand propped on your waist. He was so embarrassed. Now Gojo was the one being cute, now you. “Fucking whore… I can feel you smiling at me,” and you nearly giggle, rolling your hips against him in a seductive manner, both hands laid on his pale chiseled chest. “God… I’m gonna cum again… fuck….”

“Don’t miss this time,” You teased, leaning up close to Gojo with a warm pout, removing his hand from his face. There are tears sticking on his frosty lashes like glue — and he looks down at you, mouth slightly open before you give him a playful kiss. “Want you to cum in me.”

He lets out a soft grunt, watching you continue to bounce on him, his grip so hard on your hips, you’d be surprised if it wasn’t a little bruised. “Of course you do,” he pants, and he feels the immense amount of pressure building up. It feels bashful, and his face grows extremely hot, a fume of smoke burning out his ears. “Fine, take it then. Just….” and he’s about to say something else but he gets cut off by one of the thrusts literally taking his breath away. “Fuck…”

The mattress jerks and creaks, and Gojo’s cumming fast, and it’s hard. His orgasms are so whiney, chest heaving and he’s stammering your name now — almost as if the roles were completely reversed. You moaned, feeling him shoot a thick load inside your pussy that’s pulsating and tightening around him. “You’re talking about me,” you teased, leaning in close to him. He’s slumped, but shoots you a glare, “You— can be just as submissive as me sometimes, Satoru.”

“Shut….up Y/N.” He mumbles, and you bring him into a warm deep, and sloppy kiss. You moan, feeling his hands continue to wander and explore down your chest to your waist, and then towards your cunt to squeeze on it — hearing you whine into his mouth. He groans while kissing you, tasting how minty and sweet he was before he broke away, watching the spit break and depart. “Brat.”

You stared at Gojo, watching him profusely pant with both sides of his cheeks a bright fiery red.

“So… do I pass?”

Gojo’s still moaning, his entire body quivering and shivering as he was still inside you — so stuffed full, and he shoots you a menacing side-eye. “No, you don’t fucking pass,” and he mocks your tone near the end, “You get an F.”

You give him a playful pout, peppering his face with a plethora amount of sweet kisses, and he’s still panting, holding tightly onto your waist still. “C’mon Satoru. Pleaseee.”

“My god,” he grunts, still very much whining, still taken aback from being overstimulated. “Fine… C minus. Take it or…. l-leave it…”

𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲.

pairing. gojo satoru x f! reader

genre. smut, pwp, friends to lovers

warnings. explicit sexual content, hair-pulling, raw sex, female masturbation, handjob, fingering, mating press, lots of cum, squirting, loss of virginity, uneditet

words. 5k

summary. Gojo Satoru has absolutely no business knowing that you're still a virgin. It will only result in your demise: never-ending comments about your lack of experience until you have no choice to smack him over the head upside-down.

note. special thanks to @cinnamonmon for indulging my fantasies and pouring gasoline into the fire ✨

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Discussing Shoko's and Gojo's sex life is most certainly not how you expected your day to go.

Gathered at a table on a terrace, surrounded by lovely flowers blooming and the serenity of the Jujutsu Campus, you unhurriedly sip your soda. Depending on who is talking, wide, curious eyes jump from Shoko to Gojo and vice versa.

While you are happy to be spending time with your friends, you can't contribute anything to the conversation.

Apparently Gojo's awkward sex moment was when he was drunk and rubbed a girl's thigh for 10 minutes straight, firmly believing he had found her clit. Laughter bursts from Shoko's lips and you swear her coffee almost came out of her nose.

"No way! That sounds like something you'd do sober, too," she teases once her giggles die down.

Satoru pouts as though he is seriously wounded by his friend's words that stung like needles. "So that's how you think of me? I assure you this was a one-time fuzz up!" He smacks one hand to his chest where his heart is and raises his other hand much like he's vowing to never fuck up so majorly again.

Admittedly, this is one of those stories that have even you grinning into your glass. But the conversation quickly moves on; Shoko talking about the guy who took her virginity, Gojo confessing his favorite position (a string of words you had never heard of) and the several reasons why he liked said position so much.

It is a stretch of time ㅡ or maybe only 5 minutes ㅡ until Satoru puts the spotlight on you.

"You've been awfully quiet, [Name]. Cat got your tongue?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it and a smart comment lies on the tip of your tongue, but Shoko decides to answer in your stead.

She twirls a strand of hair between her delicate fingers. "[Name] can't add to the conversation because she's still a virgin," Shoko deadpan with not even a hint of a teasing tone laced in her voice.

"Shoko!" You look at her, betrayal and embarrassment written all over your face. A jumble of words, or rather letters, spill from your mouth like water from an overflowing sink, trying to save the situation. You flail your hands through the air, making all sorts of wild gestures and attracting quite a few curious looks from sorcerers and students alike.

Gojo Satoru has absolutely no business knowing that you're still a virgin. It will only result in your demise: never-ending comments about your lack of experience until you have no choice to smack him over the head upside-down. If annoying people was a sport, Satoru would definitely win the Olympics with flying colors.

"Are you for real?" Despite the blindfold hiding his eyes, you can tell that he's genuinely surprised. "And here I thought you'd have several men at your feet by now." Ah, there it is. His trademark grin which you can recognize from miles away.

Satoru would never say it out loud, but he thinks you're really pretty. You're blessed with humor, intelligence, strength in battle that even he recognizes and a smile that melts hearts on the spot. All these attributes that he silently adored about you are obvious as day to him. To think that no other man sees it proves that he sees more through his blindfold than some other folks do with a pair of lame glasses.

Yet, Gojo thinks that it's better this way. At least, he doesn't have to worry about someone else sweeping you off your feet.

Shoko rests her cheek on her fist, a warm breeze blows through her chocolate hair. "Right? [Name] most certainly is pretty, but she prefers to stay at home on her days off and play video games. The only thing she pulls is the blanket over her head. It's a shame," she muses.

Has Shoko just..roasted you? You're flabbergasted.

"I'm still here and can hear you, you know!" Heat sits high on your cheeks, threatening to melt you from within, but you have to get a point across. Embarrassed, you gaze to the side; the sliding door to your right is suddenly much more interesting than your oh-so-beloved friends. "There's no shame in not having had an..well..you know..yet," you grumble.

Satoru snaps his fingers. "You mean an orgasm."

Oh, you've just dug your own grave, haven't you? You wish for the ground to swallow you whole and never spit you back to the surface again if it means escaping this ridiculous situation for good. If you could, you would just drop your forehead onto the table and groan in agony.

You will never hear the end of it.

"So not even an orgasm by yourself?" Satoru digs and stuffs a chip or two into his mouth; they're your favorite flavor and usually you would steal 70% of the bag's content, but you have a reputation to defend right now.

A reputation that's crumbling, because lying to Gojo is impossible.

Defeated, you meet his gaze and sigh. "No. But it's no big deal, anyways. I don't have time for any of these things."

"No time, huh..," Satoru echoes your words quietly and slouches back into his seat. It's almost suspicious how easily the 1,90m tall bother on legs drops the subject, but maybe it's because he knows you're lying through your teeth.

The clock strikes 10 in the evening when you're in bed, the lights in your bedroom dimmed and dipping the room in sweet orange hues. Your shirt is pulled over your chest, tits exposed to the air and nipples hardening at the change in temperature. Nimble fingers slide from the valley of your breasts down to your stomach and linger just above your panties.

How stupid, you think. Who couldn't make themselves cum?

Perhaps, the earlier conversation you had with Shoko and Satoru still weighs heavily on your mind and perhaps you have a point to prove that you aren't as clueless as everyone (including yourself) believes.

"Hmph, this is ridiculous," you huff, push your panties to the side and slide your finger through your folds. They're already wet and sensitive, probably glistening in the dim lights. A content sigh escapes your lips.

But when you slide a finger into your pussy and can't reach that oh-so-sweet spot everyone keeps talking about, you groan in frustration. Thrusting your finger into your cunt does nothing but spread the slick and no matter how much you rub at your pussy, it doesn't feel quite right.

Frustrated moans and groans grow in volume. At some points, colorful curses leave your mouth and you give up on pleasuring yourself.

"Fucking hell, this is stupid!," you yell and continue your little rant until a knock on your door interrupts you, ripping you out of your headspace. Once your clothes are back in place and you look acceptable enough to be seen by people, you trot to the door with bare feet. "Coming!"

When you open the door, you certainly don't expect Gojo to be on the other side, a concerned look on his face which isn't obstructed by a blindfold or sunglasses for once. "Are you alright? It sounded like you got injured."

"Injured..? I'm not.." Confused, you look up at the taller man until it clicks and heat explodes on your face. Oh dear lord, no. He must've heard you trying to touch yourself and mistook your pathetic attempt at pleasing yourself for having hurt yourself on accident. "Oh..Oh fuck.."

You drop your forehead against the wooden door frame, not daring to meet Gojo's eyes. The fact that they're not covered makes the entire situation even worse, somehow. "It's not that, I was..just busy."

Gojo cups his chin in thought, mulling over your words and you can visibly see the gears in his head turning. Unfortunately for you, Satoru is smarter than he acts. A smirk graces his lips as he laughs. "So that's it? Oh man. You really suck at touching yourself, you know?"

"What the hell do you know about my body?!" You cross your arms over your chest and turn your head to the side, not sparing your dearest friend another glance. Having this conversation with him in the hallway is embarrassing enough already. "It's not as easy as it sounds! And keep your voice down!"

"You're the one making a fuss right now," Satoru states and pops into your personal bubble, scrutinizing your face from your eyes swimming in embarrassment down to your trembling bottom lip. "Seeing you all pent-up like this almost makes me want to teach you."

The idea popping into your head is the dumbest thing you have ever thought of, but what other choice do you have? At least once, you want to taste the ecstasy everyone keeps talking about and there's no one you trust as much as Satoru, even though he could be annoying.

"Could you?"

"Could I what?"

"Teach me how to touch myself."

To your surprise, Satoru agrees and you invite him into your place. It's exactly this dumb request that lands you in your bedroom with Gojo Satoru sitting on your bed and asking you to strip down first. To his surprise, you're oddly compliant and do as you're told.

"Get comfortable and relax, [Name]. It's just us." Satoru's voice is calming as you lie nearly naked in front of him. Your entire face feels hot as you catch him eying your boobs, the curve of your waist and the cute panties that separate his gaze from your bare pussy.

"Touch your tits. Take your time and don't rush," Gojo says with a slight tilt of his head. "You're supposed to enjoy it."

You gulp down the lump in your throat, muttering a "fine" as your hands slide from your collarbone down to your breasts. Insecurity fills your veins, you hesitate and your eyes flicker up to Gojo who's comfortably watching you and assuring you with a nod of his head. You cup your tits, fondling and squeezing them lightly at first.

For a reason you couldn't quite place your finger on, your tummy is already feeling funny. Is it because Satoru's watching you or..?

"Good. Now go ahead and play with your nipples. No need to go all out just yet, be gentle at first." Eyes blue like the skies intently watch your fingers flick your nipples before rubbing them in slow circles. Gojo would be lying if he said that he isn't feeling himself getting hard merely because you're touching yourself in front of him. "That's it.."

After some time, you pinch and tug at your nipples until a whimper slips your lips and goosebumps are scattered all over your skin. It feels good, you notice. The previous hesitation goes up in smoke as you get comfortable with yourself, with Satoru watching you closely.

"Feels good, doesn't it?," he questions to which you nod your head yes. "It does," you whine.

Oh, you have absolutely no idea how sweet you sound, do you? Gojo has to adjust his sitting position or else you'd sooner or later see the boner in his sweatpants, asking for your attention and sweet release. He doubts his right hand will get the job done tonight.

"You know, it's not fair," you suddenly speak up, voice shaky and uncharacteristically insecure. "I'm nearly naked and you're fully clothed..," you trail off, cheeks burning.

Gojo chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are you saying you want me to undress like you did?"

In the past, you've seen Gojo shirtless quite a few times and it never fazed you. But now that you are half naked in front of him, pussy wet and aching for some friction, you are painfully aware of the way he's built as he strips down to his underwear.

He's broad and buff in all the right places, the muscles in his arms bulging whenever he flexes his biceps. Not to mention his slim waist and the white happy trail disappearing into his boxers, leading to the erection between his legs.

"Go ahead and touch your pussy, rub on it. Get to know what feels good for you."

Following his words, you shimmy out of your panties and dip your hand between your legs where your folds glisten with your arousal. It's wetter than it was before, allowing you to slide right through the slit and making you sigh in pleasure. You spread your folds, circle your entrance with the tip of your finger and moan at the sensitivity.

Gojo watches your pussy flutter around nothing at the feather light touch and has to ignore the throbbing and twitching of his cock. If he could, he would jerk off while guiding you, but he can't do that. At least not yet.

"Now you rub your clit. Slowly," Satoru instructs. His icy blue eyes are glued to your nimble finger sliding through your slick folds, searching for the bud and glistening in the dim light of your room.

A frustrated huff slips your lips. "I can't find it.."

"Are you serious? It's right there."

"Where..?"

Gojo takes pity on your pathetic attempts of pleasing yourself. Grabbing your knees, he spreads your thighs apart, scoots closer to your heated body and presses his thumb right to your clit. "There."

Immediately, your back arches off the mattress as Gojo draws a high-pitched, pleased moan from your glossy lips. Thighs twitching, you buck your hips into his hand and whine. "Again," you demand through a haze of longing and desire.

Gojo has to take a breath through his nose to compose himself. How often had he dreamed of you asking for his touch underneath him, soaking his fingers and thighs spread apart so prettily? His right hand can't compare to the real thing.

"Are you sure?" He strokes the pad of his thumb over your clit and watches you tremble with mesmerized eyes. White strands of hair frame his face as he tilts his head to the side.

Frantically, you nod your head, but Gojo tuts at this. "Use your words, sweets," he commands and you give in to his every word.

"I-I'm sure," you stumble over your words and catch his gaze, holding it with heat on your face and a softened look resting upon your features. "Please, touch me, Toru.."

"That's a good girl," Satoru smiles to himself as he drags his finger down to your fluttering hole and circles the slick flesh. Slowly, he inserts two of his fingers into your cunt, curves them upwards and rubs that sweet spot within you. "This is the spot that you'd wanna rub when you finger yourself, but now that I look at your hands.." Gojo trails off and takes one of your hands into his own, smirking when you squeeze it. "You probably won't reach it on your own."

Moan after moan spills from you, hips buck into his hand for more, more, more. You throw your head back into your pillow and dig your nails into the sheets until your knuckles go white. Heat pools in your lower abdomen and slides up your spine until it spreads to the very tips of your fingers. "A-ah, Toru! Right there," you whine. "Don't stop.. Feels s'good."

Satoru chuckles. "You're so sensitive, it's cute. I'm so lucky to be the first to see you all wet and needy, ain't I?"

Each squelch of his fingers is followed by a moan or whine, sounds that Gojo could listen to all day if you'd let him. Your slick trickles down to his wrist, stains your inner thighs and leaves a damp spot on your once clean sheets. The heel of Gojo's palm rubs your clit with each precise movement of his hand, leaving you no choice but to squeeze your thighs shut.

"Aw, is it too much for you?," Satoru coos in faux sympathy and uses his free hand to grab your face, making you look up at him through half-lidded eyes with your lips all puckered. "Fuck, aren't you a pretty little thing for me," he groans.

You want to answer, but all that comes out is a string of letters that sound an awful lot like his name, all fucked out and gone.

Gojo forces your thighs open again, watching his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over again until he's pounding them into you, juices dripping down to your ass. Your gummy walls tighten around his digits until Satoru is sure you're about to suck him in.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.

"Why'd you stop?," you whine in pathetic tones as the sweet tension leaves your muscles and the knot of warmth disappears from in-between your legs.

Satoru caresses your thighs; from your knee up to your inner thigh and across your stomach until his hands caress the underside of your tits, his thumbs flicking your hardened nipples. Just like that, he draws a whimper from you. "If you're gonna cum, it's gotta be on my cock."

It takes a moment for your brain to process his words, but when they do, your gaze travels from Gojo's stupidly handsome face down his abs and stops at the twitching bulge between his legs. A damp spot of pre-cum rests on the top of his erection, making you lick your lips.

"Your cock, huh..," you echo his words like you're drunk on him, his touch, like you're drunk on love. Absent-mindedly, you sit up and place your hands on Gojo's broad shoulders. You had never realized just how well-built and firm he really is and it makes you gulp.

Slowly tracing your hands down his body, you slide his boxers down his legs and toss them into some corner of your room. Gojo's cock springs free, smacks against his abdomen once and stands at attention. Pre-cum pools from the tip and a delicious vein travels from the base all the way to the red, swollen head.

"Teach me how to touch you," you whisper.

Gojo has a hard time controlling himself when you say these things in that voice of yours and give him those doe eyes. But he also has a hard time saying no to you. "Wrap your hand around the length like this.." Grabbing your hand, he makes you wrap your palm around his cock; a shiver goes down his spine as your fingers nearly don't fit around the girth. He's hot and heavy in your hand.

"Then you wanna rub it and twist your hand a little," Gojo instructs and guides your hand up and down his cock just like he said. His head falls back into the nape of his neck and a groan vibrates deep in his chest. "Rub the tip with your thumb. The slit is fine, too."

And you do just as you're told. Carefully, you rub the swollen tip with your thumb all while gliding your palm along his cock. Sticky pre-cum pools from the slit and when your thumb catches some of it, making the slide so much warmer and wetter, a loud groan escapes Gojo's lips. He wants to thrust into your palm so badly, but just before he could..

You're apologizing and pulling your hand away, shock and guilt written all over your face. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? I didn't mean toㅡ"

"Hell no." Satoru is quick to wrap your palm around his cock once more and tighten your grip to thrust into your fist. "You feel fucking good. Keep going, sweets."

When his hand releases yours, you nod at him and drag your fist down to the base of his cock and slide it right back up where your palm squeezes the tip. His pre-cum now sticks to your palm, each rub sounding wetter than the one before.

Groans and moans spill from Gojo's mouth. He no longer feels the need to thrust into your hand; not when he rests his forehead on yours, his hot breath fanning your cheeks and basking in the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. Large, calloused hands glide from your shoulders to your arms and cup your tits. Satoru fondles them, squeezing and groping you to his heart's content.

"You're so beautiful," he mutters. His curious hands are now cupping your cheeks, skilled fingers move away some stray strands of your hair before his thumb catches your bottom lip. "Can I ㅡ ah, shit ㅡ kiss you?"

Your grip around his cock tightens, making him hiss. You smile at him like you're in love. "Yes, please. Kiss me, Satoru."

Gojo crashes his lips into yours, one hand keeping you in place by the back of your neck while the other one grabs your ass, pulling you closer to him. You moan at his touch, at the way he bites your bottom lip and sneaks his tongue into your mouth to dance with your own.

Satoru groans into your mouth when your fingers graze his balls, squeezing and fondling the flesh lovingly. He wraps his tongue around yours, sucking on the slippery muscle until a combination of his saliva mixed with yours trickles from the corner of your mouth. Delicate fingers get caught in Satoru's hair, pulling and tugging at the roots and always asking for more.

Gojo pulls you impossibly closer until you're on his lap, your pussy kissing the length of his cock and slicking it up. He can't take it anymore.

Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva connects his lips to yours and you find yourself pushed into the mattress.

"I need to be inside you. Now." Gojo towers over you, easily covering your frame with his buffer one. His eyes, once as bright as the clear skies, are now as dark as the depths of the ocean. Drops of pre-cum land underneath your belly button, pooling there and warming the skin. "Will you let me fuck this pretty pussy? I promise I'll be gentle."

Briefly, your eyes flicker down to his cock and you wonder how he's supposed to fit inside you when you had been clenching around his fingers already. But your need to feel Gojo inside you is greater than the questions floating throughout your mind. "Please. Fuck me, Toru."

Something akin to boyish delight lights up the blue of Satoru's eyes. Grabbing his cock, he makes sure to slide through your glossy folds and groans at the warmth you gift him. When the head catches your clit and Satoru smacks it with the tip, he smirks at the way you arch off the mattress.

"Ugh, stop teasing and fuck me already!"

"Who knew you were so bossy in bed?," Gojo teases and the next smart comment lies on the tip of your tongue, but it's wiped clean when Gojo presses his cock into your sloppy hole.

You dig your nails into his bicep, whimpering at the burning stretch but it feels too good to complain about it. Your pussy sucks him right in until he's nestled within your gummy walls, tip pressing into all the right spots and twitching within you.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet..," Satoru groans, wraps one of your legs around his waist and drapes the other one over his shoulder. He sinks a bit deeper into you until his balls are pressed to your ass. "It's so much better than I imagined."

Drawing his hips back, Gojo thrusts into your pussy with a groan and sets a pace that makes you wrap your arms around him, digging your nails into his back. His weight pushes you into the mattress, each stroke of his cock making you moan louder than before.

"You're feeling good, huh?" Satoru smirks above you and grabs your hips to hold you in place, picking up the pace. Skin smacks against skin, your pussy squelches and leaves a white ring of cream around his cock. "Gonna turn you into a pretty mess once I'm done with you."

All you can do is take whatever Gojo gives you. The leg draped over his shoulder dangles in the air, your tits bounce in tune with his thrusts. "Fuck, gimme more, 'toru.. Need all of you..," you babble.

"More? You're a greedy thing, aren't you?" But Satoru fulfills your wish regardless. Sneaking a hand between your bodies, his fingers are quick to find your puffy clit, rubbing figure eights into the nub. Tears spring to your eyes, brimming your waterline and blurring your sight.

"Toru! Ah, fuck! Hah..shit, yes!" You chant his name like a prayer, throw your head back into the soft pillows and drag your nails down his back. You'd certainly leave some scratches, but Gojo doesn't mind. Not when it makes his cock twitch within your sloppy walls, leaking of pre-cum.

"There, yes, there! Just like that." Hot tears roll down your cheeks and into the clavicle of your collarbone as Gojo hits that sweet spot which makes you see stars over and over again.

"Right there, huh?" Sweat trickles down Satoru's temple, a few strands of snow white hair sticking to his forehead as he pounds you into the mattress. He grips the back of your thighs, folding your legs up to your chest and putting his full weight on top of you.

You cry his name, grasping at anything that was Gojo; his back, his flexing bicep, his tousled hair. Anything that you could reach as he abuses your poor cunt. "That's it. Take my cock just like this and I'll make sure to fill you up," he praises all while digging his blunt fingernails into the flesh of your thighs. He'd definitely leave his mark on you.

Mewling at Satoru's promise, your hole flutters around his cock and sucks him right in before it clenches down on him.

"T-Toru," you stutter as he drills his cock into you, a sob rocking your shoulders. "H-How do I know I'm about to ㅡ fuck ㅡ cum..?"

And when Gojo pinches your clit, his cock pressing into your sweet spot and your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, your orgasm comes crashing down on you in waves.

A loud scream of Satoru's name is ripped from your throat and your back beautifully arches off the mattress. Clawing at his back, several sobs spill from your chest and it's so fucking wet. Your pussy is gushing all over his cock, wetting not only his lap but your stomach and sheets as well.

Satoru rubs your clit in hard circles, letting you ride out the waves of your high. "That's fucking nasty, baby. When I said I wanted you to wet my cock, I didn't think you'd squirt," he laughs and pounds into your spent cunt until you're moaning again, begging him to stop.

"Too much..Toru, 's too much!" Your squirm underneath Gojo but all he does is hold you still as he presses his hips flush to your own. He buries his face in your neck, holding you so close that your tits get pushed up against his chest.

"Shh, let me fill your pussy, pretty girl," he shushes you and with one final thrust, thick ropes of cum fill up your insides until it leaks out from where his cock plugs you. Gojo groans right into your ear, grinding his sticky cum deep into your cunt before he slowly pulls out.

His tongue sticks out to sweep over his bottom lip as he admires the creamy mess he's made of you; covered in not only his but your cum alike, lips swollen from his kisses and the several prints of his fingers on your skin. Satoru smiles at his handiwork.

"I don't think you've ever looked prettier," Gojo swoons, a soft look in his eyes.

"Ugh..," you groan, feeling full of his cum that seeps out of your cunt. "Shut up, Satoru.."

Contrary to popular belief, Gojo Satoru has the decency to take care of you after he has folded you in half and drained every last bit of energy from your body. He is gentle when he cleans you up with a warm washing cloth, but still an asshat about it when he says "Whoops, there's more coming out. You should really focus on keeping my cum in, love."

You want to slap the grin off his face, but lack the strength to do so.

So instead, you let him dress you into a fresh pair of panties and a hoodie that was several sizes too large. Gojo is dressed in casual sweatpants and a loose shirt. The bed is made and a couple of snacks are now in front of you and Satoru, the heat of the moment gone just like the Earth-shattering high he gifted you.

"Satoru..What does this make us?," you cautiously ask with a mouth full of a couple of gummy bears. There is nothing else that you cherish as much as his friendship and trust in you, but sex destroys every friendship, right? Fuck, you shouldn't have gotten carried away.

"Hmm..," Gojo hums an leans back, supporting his weight with his hands behind him on the soft mattress. A pair of pitch black shades now rests on the bridge of his nose, yet you can clearly see the playful glint in his annoying, beautiful eyes. "I guess I gotta think of a way to introduce you as my girlfriend now."

Your head whips towards Satoru, owlishly staring at him. "Eh? Are you serious?"

"I, Gojo Satoru, would never lie about this!" He raises his hands like he's surrendering, like he's about to whip out a white flag and it makes you chuckle. "So, what do you say?"

With your knees tucked underneath your hoodie and pulled to your chest, you let a pout grace your lips. "I guess I would love that.."

"It's official then!," Gojo exclaims, tosses his arm around your shoulder and pulls you flush to his side. Playfulness quickly turns into tenderness as he presses a soft kiss to your hairline.

"You're mine now."

SERIES: Dorm mate! Sukuna

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The meanest, strongest, and hottest dorm mate that is now your problem <3

General: Dorm mate Sukuna

Movie nights

Making you wear a sexy Santa outfit

Study date with another guy

You give more attention to Yuji

When you’re feeling sick

Applying makeup on him

When you’re on your period

You have a nightmare

After a rough day

Yuji’s birthday

Walks in on you changing

You come home injured

You come home drunk

Imitating Sukuna

When he has a bad day

The storm brewing. pt.2 pt.3

Your birthday

You slap his butt

When he’s sick

Cooking with him!

Valentines Day special <3

Clingy days

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ʚ｡ﾟ☁︎｡ɞ｡ geto fingering you while you sit between him and gojo. you don't know gojo's powers yet so you have no idea he's getting off to you trying so hard to hide those little whimpers of yours and still your shallow breathing