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[gojos-version]

Satoru…..

men who kiss your ankles, knees, thighs, all the way up to bury their face under your skirt

[gojos-version]

Fuck your nerd bf!

Pairings- Nerd! Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary- Your bf isn’t paying any attention to you :c

Warnings- nsfw, oral (m receiving), riding, prone boning, no protection, breeding

Word count- 2.5k!

Proof read- Kind of...

A/n- Heh..Here it is guys… Nerdjo…save me…Nerdjo… I totally don’t love Fortnite guys wdym ! Thank you all so much for your support!! 400 followers!! AAHHAHH!!!!Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it, have a lovely day lovelies <3

“Get down he’s got a sniper! You idiot! No we aren’t pushing yet! There’s a whole team!” Your boyfriend yells in the mic to one of his friends. You were bored, he was playing Fortnite and not paying attention to you at all. Again.

You sigh annoyed looking across at him on the bed, your back perched up against the headboard while he sits diagonal to you on his pc set up.

You were bored out of your mind.

Sure. You don’t mind playing with him but you prefer it with just him and his friends wanted him to hop on- how could he refuse. Now you’re bored scrolling on your phone waiting for him to say “I’m hopping off” or “I gotta go”.

It’s been an hour now.

Or two.

You’ve honestly lost count.

You ponder thinking what could get his attention on you and not his damn pc.

You try to wrack through your brain for any possible ideas. Sitting on his lap? No he’d probably get mad at that. Make him food? No he’d probably eat it while playing. Sit next to him..? No..he’d keep his attention there.

Suddenly an idea pops in your head making a smirk tug at your lips.

This idea had to work there’s no other way it won’t. If it doesn’t then you can definitely expand on it. There’s no flaws to this idea- okay maybe a few but it depends on him.

You silently shift the covers off of you and slide off the bed, walking up behind your boyfriend and pecking a kiss to the top of his head. God he was so cute. You see him smile and he says a quiet, “Hi, baby.”

He’s still talking to his friends after that. Okay sure it’s good to let him hang out with his friends and you totally don’t spend time with him everyday but…it’s so boring you wanted his attention. You craved it.

You drop to your knees beside him as his attention focuses on his screen, you crawl under the desk and settle between his legs.

You see his eyes flicker to you for a moment before he tells his friends he’s going to push an enemy player. Hm. You weren’t satisfied with just that.

With a smirk tugging at your lips you pull his sweats down, over his hips, with his boxes along with it. He shoots you a look that says what are you doing?

You blink at him innocently and lean forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his already half hard cock. He lets out a quiet gasp and clears his throat- going back to talking to his friends on his mic. His cheeks bloom with a pretty red hue and you note how he tries to act like you’re not affecting him. At all.

Hm.

Without much warning you take the tip of his length in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip and sucking gently earning the grip on his mouse to tighten.

You wanted more of a reaction.

Your tongue flickers down to the underside of his tip, that little crevice that had him choke out a moan but he played it off as “It was such a good shot I had to”.

He laughs nervously in the mic and his brows draw to a furrow, trying his best to stay quiet as possible. You mouth widens as you sink deeper on his length, your tongue massaging the bulging vein that’s throbbing like a second heartbeat.

You hollow your cheeks out when you’re a bit over half on his thick cock, observing the way his body jolts.

That wasn’t enough for you, you needed more of a reaction.

“N-north east. Squad.” He tries to act nonchalant but you can see his chest rising and falling like he’s running a marathon. His glasses slightly fogged up and his hands moving on the keyboard more than necessary.

You keep sinking this time till the tip of his cock bulges in your throat, your lips flush against his pelvis. Smelling his musky scent and his pubes prickling against you had your cunt throbbing more than it should have.

Your free hand tentatively snakes down to cup and massage his balls as you start bobbing your head up and down; a wave of satisfaction filling you when both of his legs jolt next to you. Perfect.

You keep it up and observe how he’s probably fumbling his game right now and he’s fighting for his life to stay quiet, and when you tighten your mouth? He flicks his mic up to mute it and lets out the most sluttiest moan “Baby-! Angh-! S-stop- stop it- why now! F-fuuucyhgkk!!” His eyes roll to the back of his head as he forgets he’s mid game.

That’s just what you wanted. “Gojo! What are you doing? This isn’t the time to go afk!” A shout echoes through and you bat your eyelashes at him as your pace quickens making him let out something between a choke and a whimper.

“Yo-you’re gonna- ah! Kill meeee!- please-!” He looks like he’s on the verge of crying but he shakily unmutes his mic and tries to focus on his game.

“S-sorry I’m selling.” He croaks out, he was playing like he’d forgotten how to. Each bob of your mouth on his flushed member had him weaker with each passing second and it had his body shaking, quivering even.

He pushes his glasses up and runs his hands down his face, muttering out a “Ggs.” When his team dies; quickly muting his mic with a hand flying down to shove your head deeper on his cock as he readies up for the next match.

“Fucking hell you’re going to kill me.” He mutters out and you let out a muffled choked whimper as your eyes tear up and you gag around him, his big hand shoving you down on him with a faster, sloppier pace- like you were nothing but a pocket mouth. Just his to use and fuck.

You pinch his balls and his hips jolt against your mouth, arching closer to you as he lets out a breathy moan; his muscles tensing up. “F-fhuck baby-! I-I’m gonna-!” His head falls back as he pants and lets out moans you’d see on the dark side of twitter.

You feel his balls tense up and his toes curl deliciously as he cries out strings of your name; his cock twitching and pulsating. “G-gonna-! Hah-!” That was the only warning he verbally gave you before his thick cum shoots ropes down your throat- not a few but he came a lot. You slowly pull of his cock and swallow as much as you can, licking the excess off your lips.

He was still hard. You can definitely fix that.

“Baby…made me cum so h-hard..” he softly grunts out, “Satoru you’re in a match.” “Huh?! Shit-! Right.” He swallows harshly and starts moving his character and getting loot. He slips his glasses wonkily on his face and you can tell he’s trying his best to not look down at you every two seconds. You wonder if he wants to bend you over his set up.

Now you have a slight problem; your cunt is dripping down your thighs and you have a few options.

You ponder….you could ride him on his chair while he plays? Use your vibrator or dildo on the bed and tease him or finger yourself right here.

Decisions decisions..

Your answers obvious to yourself when you slide your undergarments off, strings of slick connecting itself to your panties. Another pair ruined.

You tap his thigh giving him a warning you’re climbing up on him, giving his cock a few pumps as it twitches in your hand.

He shoots you a look and you crawl on his lap, your hot cunt above his hard dick. You wrap your arms around his neck and roll your hips against his, he leans his head on your shoulder and tries his best to focus on his match- occasionally talking coordinates and if there’s squads or snipers nearby to his friends.

How hard is it going to be to get him to hop off and pay his full attention to you?

He’s such a nerd he has the latest sweat combos. As much as you hate to admit it’s half cringy it makes your walls flutter around nothing.

Your honeyed slick dampens him, his tip dragging against your walls; combining his pre and your arousal together. Without warning you slowly sink to onto him, his cheeks heating up and his abs tensing under you.

More. You needed more.

Oh.

And when his mushroomed head kisses your cervix? It had your toes clenching and your hips reeling for more. You don’t mute his headset for him. Not yet.

You slowly drag your hips up till the tip of his cock was almost slipping out then slamming down till his balls kissed your ass causing a loud gasp to leave the both of you.

His keyboard keys keep clicking like it’s his life line, and it makes you bounce faster and harder on him; using him like he was your dildo.

You bite your lip to silence your moans as skin slapping against each other fills the area around you, you were half thankful his headphones have background noise cancelling.

Your hips roll and slam against his desperately- you don’t even have a pace you just ride him sloppily. You look at your boyfriend and notice his headphones muted and he’s panting into your shoulder; attempting to fight someone but getting away because he couldn’t focus.

Not with your gooey walls wrapped around him anyway.

Your veins feel like they’re on fire as you grind your hips against his and bounce on it like a fucking animal.

Each dull thud of his fat tip nudging your womb had electric shocks blooming throughout your body making your toes curl and back arch towards him.

Satorus glasses are all fogged up and his brows are furrowed as he whimpers and cries into your neck. “Baby-! A-angh-! Slow-down-! Hah-!”, “Y-you’re so big ‘Toru…” you whine, feeling so full of him.

Your thighs are burning; begging for you to stop but you can’t. Not when your high’s creeping up your limbs, your tummy tightening deliciously.

His hands fly off his keyboard and grip the globes of your ass, kneeding your cheeks apart, a gush of cold air hitting your hole. “S-shoo closeeee-! M-more-!” His headset falls off and hits the floor with a thud! As his hips will up and buck against yours desperately.

“B-baby-! O-oh-!” That was the last thing that spilled from his lips before heavy breaths and pants filled the room, his warm release filling you oh so full. Your hot walls convulse and spasm around him and cover his cock white. Your eyes rolling back and your muscles clenching, you swear you see pure bliss. Strings of your shared cum and slick pool around his pelvis and drip down his balls which are twitching wildly.

“F-fuuuck..” he groans out- his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly, you take the opportunity to leave a few soft bites and kisses on his neck as he comes down from his high.

“You okay, baby?” You hum against him, “Y-yeah. That was fucking amazing.” He lets out a light laugh. “Mm what about your game?” And he gasps at that clearly forgetting all about it.

“You were muted…right..?” “…I think so..” he shifts forward and sees his team and character dead with a ‘placed 2nd’ on the screen with his friends already readied up waiting for him. “..Shit..”

Wordlessly he shuts his game and closes his pc down, picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Round 3?” He smirks, sliding his glasses off and tossing them somewhere.

He throws you down on his digimon futon and hovers above you, “Cmon, don’t be shy now.” He whispers in your ear, still throbbing inside of your gushy cunt.

“You’re such a fucking nerd, ‘Toru. If you wanna act cocky go ahead an- o-oh-!” He cuts you off with a sharp thrust; “Shut up.”

In a swift motion he flips you over on your stomach and drags you to the end of the bed so your feet were dangling off and your cunt was on the edge. He stands behind you and delivers a harsh smack! To your ass making a gasp escape your dewy lips.

“You asked for it.” He grumbles before sliding his cock into you and caging you from behind, pressing his chest flush against your back as he sloppily slams into you like he was going to die if he didn’t knock the air out of your lungs.

Cocky bastard.

But oh it felt so good. Too good.

He snakes his arms under you, crossing them as they put pressure on your stomach so you can feel him slide his cock allllll the way out just to slam it with a plap! Allll the way till his bulging tip bumped your cervix. Again.

Your walls struggled to take his size, even after months of having sex with him but it just felt way too good to stop. To go a slower pace.

It was so hard because the feral look in his eyes made your thighs clench and almost cum on the spot. It’s a shame you can’t see them anymore when your heads pushed against the mattress with his chin resting on top of your head, pecking a few kisses on the back of your hair. “Yeaahhh that’s it…” he groans against you.

His eyes clench shut and his face is buries in between your shoulder and neck as he pounds into you with a fast and hard pace; merciless. Like his dicks on a mission- the mission being to breed you.

“H-hannghhh-! B-baby… s-shit.. you’re squeezing the life out of me… gonna milk me..” he cries out and if anything you squeeze harder making something between a moan and a scream tumble out of his lips.

Each stroke of his hips against yours had your head fluttering and your body zapping. The air around you both hot, humming like a warm blanket as he slapped his hips like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

Your body was tingling all over, muscles tensing and retracting; signalling at any moment you were going to explode allllll over him.

Not that he’d ever complain.

“S-sweetheart… ‘m g���nna..o-oh!” With that his crystal blue orbs roll to the back of his head as he spills his seed deep inside of you. His cum was dripping out of you around his cock- which was still stuffed full inside of you. There was too much and you just shivered and shaked when your own orgasm hit; your hips pushing and bucking back against his as your walls strangled him.

Softly he pulls out of you and presses kisses all over your body as you come back to earth, any exposed skin wasn’t safe from his soft lips. “You’re so pretty…so good f’me….” He coos as he softly pulls out and hugs you to his chest while you try to come back to earth.

Maybe it was mean of you to interrupt his time with his friends..

But you honestly would do it all over again.

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[gojos-version]

Fuck your nerd bf!

Pairings- Nerd! Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary- Your bf isn’t paying any attention to you :c

Warnings- nsfw, oral (m receiving), riding, prone boning, no protection, breeding

Word count- 2.5k!

Proof read- Kind of...

A/n- Heh..Here it is guys… Nerdjo…save me…Nerdjo… I totally don’t love Fortnite guys wdym ! Thank you all so much for your support!! 400 followers!! AAHHAHH!!!!Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it, have a lovely day lovelies <3

“Get down he’s got a sniper! You idiot! No we aren’t pushing yet! There’s a whole team!” Your boyfriend yells in the mic to one of his friends. You were bored, he was playing Fortnite and not paying attention to you at all. Again.

You sigh annoyed looking across at him on the bed, your back perched up against the headboard while he sits diagonal to you on his pc set up.

You were bored out of your mind.

Sure. You don’t mind playing with him but you prefer it with just him and his friends wanted him to hop on- how could he refuse. Now you’re bored scrolling on your phone waiting for him to say “I’m hopping off” or “I gotta go”.

It’s been an hour now.

Or two.

You’ve honestly lost count.

You ponder thinking what could get his attention on you and not his damn pc.

You try to wrack through your brain for any possible ideas. Sitting on his lap? No he’d probably get mad at that. Make him food? No he’d probably eat it while playing. Sit next to him..? No..he’d keep his attention there.

Suddenly an idea pops in your head making a smirk tug at your lips.

This idea had to work there’s no other way it won’t. If it doesn’t then you can definitely expand on it. There’s no flaws to this idea- okay maybe a few but it depends on him.

You silently shift the covers off of you and slide off the bed, walking up behind your boyfriend and pecking a kiss to the top of his head. God he was so cute. You see him smile and he says a quiet, “Hi, baby.”

He’s still talking to his friends after that. Okay sure it’s good to let him hang out with his friends and you totally don’t spend time with him everyday but…it’s so boring you wanted his attention. You craved it.

You drop to your knees beside him as his attention focuses on his screen, you crawl under the desk and settle between his legs.

You see his eyes flicker to you for a moment before he tells his friends he’s going to push an enemy player. Hm. You weren’t satisfied with just that.

With a smirk tugging at your lips you pull his sweats down, over his hips, with his boxes along with it. He shoots you a look that says what are you doing?

You blink at him innocently and lean forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his already half hard cock. He lets out a quiet gasp and clears his throat- going back to talking to his friends on his mic. His cheeks bloom with a pretty red hue and you note how he tries to act like you’re not affecting him. At all.

Hm.

Without much warning you take the tip of his length in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip and sucking gently earning the grip on his mouse to tighten.

You wanted more of a reaction.

Your tongue flickers down to the underside of his tip, that little crevice that had him choke out a moan but he played it off as “It was such a good shot I had to”.

He laughs nervously in the mic and his brows draw to a furrow, trying his best to stay quiet as possible. You mouth widens as you sink deeper on his length, your tongue massaging the bulging vein that’s throbbing like a second heartbeat.

You hollow your cheeks out when you’re a bit over half on his thick cock, observing the way his body jolts.

That wasn’t enough for you, you needed more of a reaction.

“N-north east. Squad.” He tries to act nonchalant but you can see his chest rising and falling like he’s running a marathon. His glasses slightly fogged up and his hands moving on the keyboard more than necessary.

You keep sinking this time till the tip of his cock bulges in your throat, your lips flush against his pelvis. Smelling his musky scent and his pubes prickling against you had your cunt throbbing more than it should have.

Your free hand tentatively snakes down to cup and massage his balls as you start bobbing your head up and down; a wave of satisfaction filling you when both of his legs jolt next to you. Perfect.

You keep it up and observe how he’s probably fumbling his game right now and he’s fighting for his life to stay quiet, and when you tighten your mouth? He flicks his mic up to mute it and lets out the most sluttiest moan “Baby-! Angh-! S-stop- stop it- why now! F-fuuucyhgkk!!” His eyes roll to the back of his head as he forgets he’s mid game.

That’s just what you wanted. “Gojo! What are you doing? This isn’t the time to go afk!” A shout echoes through and you bat your eyelashes at him as your pace quickens making him let out something between a choke and a whimper.

“Yo-you’re gonna- ah! Kill meeee!- please-!” He looks like he’s on the verge of crying but he shakily unmutes his mic and tries to focus on his game.

“S-sorry I’m selling.” He croaks out, he was playing like he’d forgotten how to. Each bob of your mouth on his flushed member had him weaker with each passing second and it had his body shaking, quivering even.

He pushes his glasses up and runs his hands down his face, muttering out a “Ggs.” When his team dies; quickly muting his mic with a hand flying down to shove your head deeper on his cock as he readies up for the next match.

“Fucking hell you’re going to kill me.” He mutters out and you let out a muffled choked whimper as your eyes tear up and you gag around him, his big hand shoving you down on him with a faster, sloppier pace- like you were nothing but a pocket mouth. Just his to use and fuck.

You pinch his balls and his hips jolt against your mouth, arching closer to you as he lets out a breathy moan; his muscles tensing up. “F-fhuck baby-! I-I’m gonna-!” His head falls back as he pants and lets out moans you’d see on the dark side of twitter.

You feel his balls tense up and his toes curl deliciously as he cries out strings of your name; his cock twitching and pulsating. “G-gonna-! Hah-!” That was the only warning he verbally gave you before his thick cum shoots ropes down your throat- not a few but he came a lot. You slowly pull of his cock and swallow as much as you can, licking the excess off your lips.

He was still hard. You can definitely fix that.

“Baby…made me cum so h-hard..” he softly grunts out, “Satoru you’re in a match.” “Huh?! Shit-! Right.” He swallows harshly and starts moving his character and getting loot. He slips his glasses wonkily on his face and you can tell he’s trying his best to not look down at you every two seconds. You wonder if he wants to bend you over his set up.

Now you have a slight problem; your cunt is dripping down your thighs and you have a few options.

You ponder….you could ride him on his chair while he plays? Use your vibrator or dildo on the bed and tease him or finger yourself right here.

Decisions decisions..

Your answers obvious to yourself when you slide your undergarments off, strings of slick connecting itself to your panties. Another pair ruined.

You tap his thigh giving him a warning you’re climbing up on him, giving his cock a few pumps as it twitches in your hand.

He shoots you a look and you crawl on his lap, your hot cunt above his hard dick. You wrap your arms around his neck and roll your hips against his, he leans his head on your shoulder and tries his best to focus on his match- occasionally talking coordinates and if there’s squads or snipers nearby to his friends.

How hard is it going to be to get him to hop off and pay his full attention to you?

He’s such a nerd he has the latest sweat combos. As much as you hate to admit it’s half cringy it makes your walls flutter around nothing.

Your honeyed slick dampens him, his tip dragging against your walls; combining his pre and your arousal together. Without warning you slowly sink to onto him, his cheeks heating up and his abs tensing under you.

More. You needed more.

Oh.

And when his mushroomed head kisses your cervix? It had your toes clenching and your hips reeling for more. You don’t mute his headset for him. Not yet.

You slowly drag your hips up till the tip of his cock was almost slipping out then slamming down till his balls kissed your ass causing a loud gasp to leave the both of you.

His keyboard keys keep clicking like it’s his life line, and it makes you bounce faster and harder on him; using him like he was your dildo.

You bite your lip to silence your moans as skin slapping against each other fills the area around you, you were half thankful his headphones have background noise cancelling.

Your hips roll and slam against his desperately- you don’t even have a pace you just ride him sloppily. You look at your boyfriend and notice his headphones muted and he’s panting into your shoulder; attempting to fight someone but getting away because he couldn’t focus.

Not with your gooey walls wrapped around him anyway.

Your veins feel like they’re on fire as you grind your hips against his and bounce on it like a fucking animal.

Each dull thud of his fat tip nudging your womb had electric shocks blooming throughout your body making your toes curl and back arch towards him.

Satorus glasses are all fogged up and his brows are furrowed as he whimpers and cries into your neck. “Baby-! A-angh-! Slow-down-! Hah-!”, “Y-you’re so big ‘Toru…” you whine, feeling so full of him.

Your thighs are burning; begging for you to stop but you can’t. Not when your high’s creeping up your limbs, your tummy tightening deliciously.

His hands fly off his keyboard and grip the globes of your ass, kneeding your cheeks apart, a gush of cold air hitting your hole. “S-shoo closeeee-! M-more-!” His headset falls off and hits the floor with a thud! As his hips will up and buck against yours desperately.

“B-baby-! O-oh-!” That was the last thing that spilled from his lips before heavy breaths and pants filled the room, his warm release filling you oh so full. Your hot walls convulse and spasm around him and cover his cock white. Your eyes rolling back and your muscles clenching, you swear you see pure bliss. Strings of your shared cum and slick pool around his pelvis and drip down his balls which are twitching wildly.

“F-fuuuck..” he groans out- his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly, you take the opportunity to leave a few soft bites and kisses on his neck as he comes down from his high.

“You okay, baby?” You hum against him, “Y-yeah. That was fucking amazing.” He lets out a light laugh. “Mm what about your game?” And he gasps at that clearly forgetting all about it.

“You were muted…right..?” “…I think so..” he shifts forward and sees his team and character dead with a ‘placed 2nd’ on the screen with his friends already readied up waiting for him. “..Shit..”

Wordlessly he shuts his game and closes his pc down, picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Round 3?” He smirks, sliding his glasses off and tossing them somewhere.

He throws you down on his digimon futon and hovers above you, “Cmon, don’t be shy now.” He whispers in your ear, still throbbing inside of your gushy cunt.

“You’re such a fucking nerd, ‘Toru. If you wanna act cocky go ahead an- o-oh-!” He cuts you off with a sharp thrust; “Shut up.”

In a swift motion he flips you over on your stomach and drags you to the end of the bed so your feet were dangling off and your cunt was on the edge. He stands behind you and delivers a harsh smack! To your ass making a gasp escape your dewy lips.

“You asked for it.” He grumbles before sliding his cock into you and caging you from behind, pressing his chest flush against your back as he sloppily slams into you like he was going to die if he didn’t knock the air out of your lungs.

Cocky bastard.

But oh it felt so good. Too good.

He snakes his arms under you, crossing them as they put pressure on your stomach so you can feel him slide his cock allllll the way out just to slam it with a plap! Allll the way till his bulging tip bumped your cervix. Again.

Your walls struggled to take his size, even after months of having sex with him but it just felt way too good to stop. To go a slower pace.

It was so hard because the feral look in his eyes made your thighs clench and almost cum on the spot. It’s a shame you can’t see them anymore when your heads pushed against the mattress with his chin resting on top of your head, pecking a few kisses on the back of your hair. “Yeaahhh that’s it…” he groans against you.

His eyes clench shut and his face is buries in between your shoulder and neck as he pounds into you with a fast and hard pace; merciless. Like his dicks on a mission- the mission being to breed you.

“H-hannghhh-! B-baby… s-shit.. you’re squeezing the life out of me… gonna milk me..” he cries out and if anything you squeeze harder making something between a moan and a scream tumble out of his lips.

Each stroke of his hips against yours had your head fluttering and your body zapping. The air around you both hot, humming like a warm blanket as he slapped his hips like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

Your body was tingling all over, muscles tensing and retracting; signalling at any moment you were going to explode allllll over him.

Not that he’d ever complain.

“S-sweetheart… ‘m g’nna..o-oh!” With that his crystal blue orbs roll to the back of his head as he spills his seed deep inside of you. His cum was dripping out of you around his cock- which was still stuffed full inside of you. There was too much and you just shivered and shaked when your own orgasm hit; your hips pushing and bucking back against his as your walls strangled him.

Softly he pulls out of you and presses kisses all over your body as you come back to earth, any exposed skin wasn’t safe from his soft lips. “You’re so pretty…so good f’me….” He coos as he softly pulls out and hugs you to his chest while you try to come back to earth.

Maybe it was mean of you to interrupt his time with his friends..

But you honestly would do it all over again.

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SLAM DUNK - G.S.

Synopsis. Gojo Satoru - campus boyfriend, MVP of the basketball team - can score a slam dunk but he can’t score you?! So what could go wrong when he asks you for pointers…in the bedroom?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, D1 basketball player!Gojo, college AU, friends-to-Iovers, PINING Gojo, kinda romcom, popular!Gojo, spin the bottIe, kíssing for “practice”, first times (Gojo’s), handj’s, semi-pubIic (locker room), fíngering, he comes back for more, oraI (fem rec.), PÚSSYDRÚNK Gojo, running from it, spítting, p talking, chokíng, matíng presses, manhandIing, he’s tall, Gojo with a big D, making it fit, talking you through it, tummy buIges, p sIapping, rough s, breaking the bed, creampíes, slight cúmplay, confessions, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 13.3k

A/N. *throws loverboy Gojo at you and runs*

“Let’s play spin the bottle!”

There wasn’t much room for rational say. Not when Shoko was already pushing an empty beer bottle into your hands, Haibara practically vibrating with excitement as he shuts the door to the raging party outside.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the most sophisticated of games - but what else could you expect from one of Geto and Gojo’s infamous house parties?

“Fine—” You’re smiling, to the slurred cheers of your messy lil’ circle of friends. “But if I get you, Sho, you better watch out.”

She puckers up dramatically, “I’m looking forward to it- that is, if someone doesn’t kiIl me fir-” 

“Shut up, bob cut.” Ah, the star of the show cuts her off hastily, a drunken flush creeping down his neck. You’re raising a brow at the impatience - but when Gojo Satoru speaks, everyone listens. Everyone waits as the bottle in the middle spins.

And spins.

And spins. 

And stops-

Geto is the first to crack a grin, “Oh, Satoru~”

“Oh.”

Notorious chatterbox, mean loudmouth, and the student that had oh-so-famously gotten detention for probing into Professor Gakuganji’s sex life - but that was all Gojo had to say right now?

With a slight huff of laughter, you’re staring down the amber bottleneck- aimed directly opposite you, towards where your friend was sprawled across the carpet like he owned it. 

Which was, honestly, how you’d always known Gojo. 

Whether it was on the basketball court or accosting you on the very first day of orientation, there was a reason every student on campus knew his name. Knew his number. Knew the nights of his parties. 

But didn’t know whether they wanted to be him or be with him. 

Which was why it made your heart thud in a singular beat of surprise to glance upwards and find Gojo looking so…lost. Rosy lips parted, chest unmoving like he’d forgotten to breathe. 

And somewhere down the line, you swear you notice him gulp. Biceps straining against his flowery button-up as he pushes back those angelic white bangs of his, Gojo’s azure eyes flit furiously between the bottle, and you, the bottle, and you, the bottle-

“Ehem.” Shoko coughs into her fist, with the pointed subtlety of a sledgehammer. 

You see her flick a finger towards the wide wooden closet that loomed ominously by the far wall. “If you’re going to eye-fuck, I suggest you do it in- hck! there like the game says. Uta’s about to throw up already.”

Said Utahime dry heaves, “I’m not.”

“And who suggested this game?” But you’re standing up to a few jeers anyway- what’s one silly kiss between friends, after all? It was a small group of your friends, and a few stragglers starstruck by their proximity to Gojo. 

Though, turning around, you’re realizing that Gojo was, too. 

Narrowing your eyes in confusion, “Satoru?”

Gojo’s tongue darts out to nervously wet his lips, “Yeah? I- oh.” Geto reaches over to thump his best friend on the back, making the other man startle into a stand.

Stumbling up on agile feet for a few steps, before he’s crossing the circle to grasp your hand in his large ones-

And that just makes the room erupt.

“That’s my boy–!”

“Don’t get pregnant– I can’t be an uncle yet.”

“Yuck.”

Cackles, cat calls, and a few obnoxious moans that ring out even louder than the thumping bass from the party downstairs. You’re crinkling your nose in amusement once Gojo flips them off and speedwalks towards the closet with crimson ears, dragging you straight in tow.

“Sa-Satoru.” You’re giggling, stepping inside the stuffy space. 

The smell of prized vodka and mothballs cling to every surface of the closet like an outdated perfume. And from where you’re pressing yourself up against one mahogany wall, you can feel the soft press of clothes tickle your body. 

It was dark inside - darker than dark, in fact. Your only merciful source of light coming from the dim yellow glow of Haibara’s room from underneath the cracks in the door. 

But even with the cloak of obscurity, you can already make out how snug of a fit it was inside. 

Because Gojo was towering - what else could you have expected from the ace of your university’s basketball team? 

Unruly strands of ivory brushing against the closet ceiling, broad shoulders cushioned by either wall. He has to press two palms upon either side of your body and lean down just to hear you speak, “Do you want to do this? Y’know we don’t have to-”

“Yes.” He’s breathing, labored. Uneven. Before catching the glint in your eyes and sputtering- “I mean- ah, I mean, why not.” Wincing, “…Do you?”

You hum, taking in the heady scent of his cologne. Cherries. “I mean— we should be good sports about the game.” 

“The game- the game, yes.” Gojo nods, a thin line of sweat starting to bead from his temple. And maybe it was the punch, maybe it was the dizziness of being so close- but did Gojo Satoru just stutter? “So you…want to kiss me?”

Your head tilts in question, and he flinches at the teasing look in your eyes. 

Fuck, was he ever-so-glad it was too dark in here for you to see the way his ears burn. 

“I-I mean, of course you want to kiss me.” With a slight puff of his sculptured chest, Gojo fluffs up his hair. Nose turning up in that haughty way it often did whenever someone asked for his number. “Who wouldn’t? I’m Gojo Satoru, after all. So, of course, I should kiss you, too- and I should s-stop talking and do that right now and- wow, is it just me or is it really hot in here-”

Then you’re shutting him up - with your mouth on his. 

Murmuring into his parted maw, “Shut the fuck up.” And the only thing sweeter than the taste of his soft, candied lips was the way that Gojo presses his ripped body further against yours and moans. 

Low, primal. Like it was something being wrenched from the deepest depths of his throat and he couldn’t possibly control it even if he wanted to.

So the only thing his poor, muddled body can think to do is lap at the glossy crevice of your own lips. Wobbly mouth tuggin’ on your greedily, it was almost cute the way that Gojo’s grunting just as soon as you pull away with a lewd wet noise-

Staring at him in awe, even in the darkness you could make out the ruddied shade of his blush. 

“Uh…” You pipe up, after a few seconds of silence, your friend’s gaze still locked on your lips. The skin of his cheeks flare red-hot underneath where you’d grabbed him with your hands. “Hello? Don’t tell me I broke y-”

He’s attacking your mouth once more. 

Ravenous, Gojo’s sultry lips drag allll across yours. Washboard abs pinning you to the wall of the closet, the pointed tip of his nose bumping messily into yours. He lets off a throaty keen as you’re parting your mouth with a gasp, “M’sorry.”

“H-hngh, Satoru-” The temperature inside this lil’ space heightens enough to make your goosebumps sizzle.

“M’sorry.” He’s drunkenly whispering, one of his meaty knees saddling right between your thighs. You’re whimpering at the feeling of his flexed muscles, “M’sorry m’sorry I-” 

One of his trembling hands slides up n’ down your back, as if Gojo didn’t trust himself to hold too still. And his touch was seeping warmth through your thin dress, lungs screaming for air-

“I’m sorry, it’s just- you. I don’t think I can control-” He’s interrupting himself with another chase of your mouth, sloppily sucking on the tip of your tongue. Gojo lets a slick puddle of drool formulate on the corner of his swollen lips, eyes glassy when he’s kneading his hips forwards to rut- “D-did you know that this is my first-”

“Time’s up lovebirds—! Oh.”

The sudden explosion of light strikes you like whiplash, and both of you snap your heads towards the entrance to the closet.

Geto stands frozen, slightly silhouetted by the bedroom glow. But nothing - absolutely nothing - can hide the way his sly eyes widen ever-so-slightly, caught off-guard by the vision before him.

He darts his peripherals to Gojo’s hands dipping dangerously low on your hips, to the manner you’re pinned against one wall, to the way your lips are swollen.

And Gojo’s were worse. 

It’s only then that your head’s clearing up enough for you to try and half-heartedly push at your friend’s heaving chest- to no avail, of course. Because Gojo doesn’t move a single inch, in fact, he’s only tugging you closer to him with a slight growl. 

Looking over his shoulder at the intruder, his eyes narrow—“Fuck off.”

“This- we-” You’re starting, unsure why you were so heated when this was the entire point of the game. 

But Geto beats you to it- “Well, this is certainly better than I thought. I expected our dear Satoru here to piss his pants and faint. Congratulations.” He points at something near Gojo’s khaki shorts, “Fix that.”

Fix…? In unison, you slowly swivel your heads down and find your mouth drop-

“Fuck! Suguru-” It’s only then that Gojo lets go of you like the mere feeling of your body scalded his own. 

Back shoving against the other end of the closet, both hands flailing downwards to hide the massive outlined bulge you’d caught just a glimpse of. And yet, even that wasn’t enough for him to hide the utter raw tightness in his pants.

Your mind sparks once you register that he was rock-fucking-hard. 

Handsome cheekbones all stained with rouge, you catch the smear of your lipgloss glitter all across Gojo’s lips when he hisses at the other man. “It went down just looking at you.”

“Liar.”

“Asshole.”

“Vir-”

“Shut up.” Slightly slurred by your moments prior, there’s a slight daze within Gojo’s stare as he turns to you - still covering his erection. “I-I can explain, I actually-” 

Whatever half-baked excuse it was, you don’t have the privilege of hearing it. 

Because just then, rings out a call of your name—Shoko. And you could recognize her rarely-serious tone anywhere, making you hastily step out of the closet. Leaving behind a sputtering Gojo Satoru and a snickering Geto Suguru to instead head back to your circle. “Everything alright?”

A few cackles escape your friends at the sight of you - all dishevelled and kissed stupid. 

Hell, even Shoko manages to break through the worried furrow in her brow to let off a slight giggle. “Mhm, my greatest apologies for interrupting Satoru’s little wet dream-” Ignoring the aforementioned man’s cranky ‘hey!’ as he closely follows you. “-but Uta isn’t feeling well, so we might just head back.”

You nod, “I’ll come-”

“No no, stay with-”

“We should get her to bed.” You’re waving off her protests, a no-brainer to go with the friend who was visiting all the way from Kyoto. Picking up Utahime’s bag as she starts to fight back her gags once more. “It was probably that cheap beer, I told her not to trust anything Usami bought.”

It’s with a few rapid goodbyes and promises to send photographs that your little trio staggers out of Haibara’s room, Utahime clinging onto both of you. Babbling weakly, “M’sorry for ruining your love story.”

The pit of your stomach twists with something you don’t know how to name, “You didn’t ruin anything.” Brows furrowing, “And what love story?”

“B-but-” She wails, making a few heads turn. “-but it’s been years- mmpf!”

Shoko sighs, one hand firmly slapped on Utahime’s mouth now. She throws a meaningful glance at her friend, “We’re never drinking again.”

Meandering through the throngs of people and alcohol, at an equal ratio - you’ve just got a foot out of the penthouse doorway; the one that Gojo rents for him and his friends, the hotspot for your university’s student body to be on a weekend night-

-when Gojo himself breaks through the overstuffed crowd. 

“W-wait–!”

“Satoru?” You’re swerving back in confusion, eyelids squinted at the flashing strobe lights. 

The party atmosphere paints his pale hair in red n’ pink, bringing out the prettiest specks of grey in his blue irises. 

And Gojo gasps, he heaves - seemingly more at the sight of you than the entire trek it had been to weave through a party that yearned for but a simple glimpse of him. Even now, he was deaf to the calls of his name from all sides, the hands patting him on the back- only letting out—“Do you…want to do something?”

You almost have half the mind to look behind you, “Do something?”

“An outing.”

“An outing?”

“A science experiment.”

“A science experiment?” You gawk, slightly appalled at the fact that Gojo Satoru of all people wanted to take up extra credit on a weekend. “Did you drink that bad beer too? Because-”

“Dammit-” Without warning, he’s smacking his forehead. “Just- just meet me, to talk about something. I’ll text you.”

You have to fight to keep your voice even- from amusement if not for genuine concern. “And you couldn’t text me that? You had to run all this way.”

He almost pouts with a huff, “Had to say it before I lost my nerve.”

“But-”

“She’ll be there.” Shoko’s vocalizing from your right, still holding up a dangling Utahime. And there’s something knowing - something meaningful - in her smirk, “I’ll make sure of it. If you beg on your knees, that is.”

Gojo flips her off in two seconds.

Then he’s on his knees in one.

“G-get up–!” You damn-near shriek, feeling the party buzz and gape at the encounter - you think you even see one attendant pull out her phone and start recording, sure to make a splash in the campus bulletin by tomorrow. “I’ll be there- just- go-”

Still unsteady from whatever the fuck that was, you’re shuffling into the elevator for Shoko’s Uber. still feeling Gojo’s stare burning into you afterwards. 

Blissfully dazed as the doors close behind his slight, anxious wave, Utahime cups your cheek and slurs. “You’re going to make such beautiful hck! babies. All from you, of course.”

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“So…what did you need to talk to me about?”

“T-talking? Did I say talking? Well, I was really gone that night, y’know that-”

“Satoru.”

“-and we’re talking right now, aren’t we-”

“Satoru.”

If it was physically possible for a basketball player - numerous inches over six feet, unfairly chiselled, with a shock of white hair above all - to hide behind a humble convenience store shelf then Gojo certainly didn’t know how. 

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

And his tufts of pale bangs flinch at the stern tone of your voice, despite being separated by an entire aisle. 

Blatantly avoiding being in your proximity, Gojo’s simply pushin’ aside a few bags of chips to peek at you from the other side of the shelf. Shoulders hunched, eyes crinkling once he’s noticing your no-nonsense stance. “You see…remember how, last night, had that little erm- problem-”

“Your erection?” You’re questioning, purposefully not lowering your voice to make him squirm.

And he shushes you frantically, looking around the store - there was only a sweet elderly lady a few shelves down, and he was hoping to the heavens above that her hearing aid was turned down. “Yes- yes, that. And I said I could explain…well…”

“Well?”

Inhaling a deep, deep breath, “I’mactuallykindofatotalvirginandIwantedyoutohelpmewithsomepointersmaybe.” He’s forced to inhale an even deeper breath after that. 

“Y-you’re a…” It felt like you’d just short-circuited. Only one word from that entire jumbled mess standing out to you - virgin.

Not that there was a problem with that. It’s just- there was no way that Gojo was a virgin - not after all the stories that girls and guys alike would whisper about him in bed. Not after the harem of fans that would follow him ‘round each party like a second skin unless your friends dragged him away. Not after the way he had a new number being begged to be put into his phone every day. 

And yet, Gojo’s nodding at your unspoken question.

Somehow, it suddenly made sense that in all the years you’d known him, you’d never seen him go on a single date. But no one had to actually date to hook up. Sputtering, “And was that your-”

“First…kiss…” He grimaces, fingers twitching like they were about to topple the entire aisle of chips just to escape this conversation. Before smoothing his features back with a gasp- “B-but that was the best first kiss I could’ve ever dreamed of- I kinda did dream about it later but…”

As you start to slowly back away, he waves his hands fervently. Panic seeping into his voice, “Don’t run!” Withering at the way the old lady nearby turns, “I-I mean, that’s exactly why I need you. I need you to teach me–!”

You feel your heart race, voice lilting high. “Teach you?”

“Teach me how to—” Your friend waves his hands wildly, and you’ve never seen him so stressed - not even before his biggest games. “-not embarrass myself if I do something like that.”

Crossing your arms, the thought churns over and over in your brain. He wants to…kiss you again? “So…let me get this straight- you want me to give you lessons on how to kiss someone?”

“And maybe…other…stuff.”

“Satoru, you us want to hook up-” 

“Teach me.” He pleads, baritone crackling just a bit. A sharp smack resounds as he clasps his hands together in prayer position, “I just need you to give me a few tips- a few pointers, I swear. Just a few lessons so I won’t embarrass myself like that ever again. I could get on my knees again if you want-”

“No! Shut the fuck up.” You bark out, hands coming up to massage your temples. “I need to…think.”

And all it takes is one look at the other lady beside you two, discreetly turning her hearing aids up, for you to stride your way to Gojo’s side of the aisle. Right where he was holding up a packet of chips like a shield, waiting for you to burst. 

He wants to be intimate with you.

He wants a repeat of the party.

He liked it?

Something about that, you liked. 

You sigh, a sound that felt years older than you were. “Fine.”

“Yes-”

“But we’re doing this platonically. And I’m only doing this because I don’t wanna hear you begging. Or hear any girls laughing at you, because that’s embarrassing for me.”

Your head swivels behind you - ah, perfect. The two of you were loitering right between the chips and contraception shelves. “Lesson number one, wrap it before you tap it.”

Gojo starts into motion, eager to please. Though, it wasn’t very pleasant for you once his hand shoots out immediately to pluck at the gold n’ black box of Trojan Magnum…XL. 

“Hah! That’s funny.” Your grin twitches at his blank expression, “That’s a joke, right?” Then completely dissolving at his silence. “…Right?”

You’re still ogling in utter disbelief even as you walk to the weary young cashier, in line behind that old lady. “Satoru- are you sure you need that one? Lesson number two is you don’t have to compensate.”

“I’m actually worried it won’t fit.” He frowns, closely reading the measurements in the back. And from the corner of your eye, your imposing fellow customer gawks, discreetly hurrying up the payment. “Maybe lesson number three could be the pull out game.”

And right before you can answer - maybe make fun of his confidence, maybe even call off the entire deal altogether - the grim elderly lady taps your arm before leaving. “Good luck, dearie.”

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“Sh-shit.” Gojo’s mouth closes and gapes stupidly, and no matter how much his firm chest heaves, he can’t steady his pitch. He can’t catch his breath. 

He can’t even think about anything other than the feeling of your soft, pretty hands wrapped ‘round his rock-hard dick.

A quick trip to your apartment later, with him backed into the corner of your couch, and you’re not making fun of him anymore. 

You knew what they say about men with big feet - but Gojo’s throbbing erection was even bigger than you could’ve imagined. 

Just about nine- maybe even ten hot, pinkish inches that glistened with a steady stream of precum. So hard that it looked painful, so thick that you’re having trouble closing your wrist over his circumference. 

Gojo’s slender hands grabbing onto each side of the couch to push n’ push his restless body upwards. “Shit shit shit- what the fuck-”

Grappling, fighting, in a split-second he feels the crown edge of your thumb graze his slit and damn near loses his mind. 

“Shiiiiit—” Almost whiny, if this was any other time then he’d be fucking embarrassed about the way his bass cracks at the very end of his sentence. 

“Shush, Satoru.” Your voice purrs, and just the sultry sound of it is enough to make his swollen cock twitch. Glistening out a treacly line of pre from the strawberry-pink orifice at the top of his shaft, “Lesson number three is to learn to be quiet. My landlord’s gonna complain.”

“Well, lil’ landlord Higuruma doesn’t have your cute hands on his cock, does he, beautiful?” 

“Well you’re failing the lesson then.”

“Fine.”

In retaliation, you’re giving him a looong, languid stroke along his vein-covered length. Mouth watering at the delicious way it makes him throw a hand up to cover his flushed face, other hand resting on your wrist.

Gojo’s hands were big- bigger than yours, and much more suited to help pump his prolonged cock with ease. 

Possessively, he’s curling your pretty fingers tighter ‘round his girth and bounces up n’ down, up n’ down, up n’ down. Whispering, “Faster- faster now, my girl- I mean- beautiful.”

“It’s just-” You’re nearly biting down on your own tongue, reluctant to state anything that would feed your popular friend’s ego. 

But you just couldn’t help it when he looked so pretty - eyes glazed with unshed tears and need, high cheekbones permanently pink, his fat cock pulsing between your fingertips with each passing second. And you swear the blushin’, bulged tip of his shaft swells even bigger with your intense stare, “Lesson number four is that you’re big. It makes it almost…difficult.”

“O-oh.”

Without a second of warning, Gojo’s slouching his muscular body over. Rosy lips pursed to depart with a glob of spit— straight down to the tip-top of his erection.

Letting the sticky mess trickle down the side of his shaft, he’s moving your hands to glue over his tender underside. Fap-fap-fapping rapidly, the sides of your pinkies spank against his bulky base and make him keen. 

“Difficult? Difficult?” Tonality just seeping with grunts, your touch smears the glossy webs of saliva down each vein. “M’passin’ this lesson with flying colors- oh, you’re gonna take it. How could anyone even- ngh- compete?”

“And here I thought y-you were the competitive one.” You’re garbling out your words, feeling your palms massage with the zig-zagged ridges of his length. 

“H-heh- hell yeah, I am.” With a pant, Gojo’s twisting his hand - one of his encapsulating both of yours, and something primal in you twitches at the stark size difference - to jerk down his slicked cock. “Faster.” Voice ruined. “Faster.” Breathy. “Fast- ngh-”

He can’t even think to finish his sentence before his body ruts- ethereal head thrown back, lips gnawed raw like bubblegum. “Oh, ohhhh, never felt like this.”

And Gojo Satoru - famed for his steadiness, his agility - had never sounded so uneven. With his sweaty scalp lolling back and forth like he didn’t know whether to push backwards or keep looking down at your work. 

Drag after lewd drag. 

He was so lengthy n’ big that your arms were almost aching at this point, repeatedly pumping from the ruby-red globe of his cockhead, and down, down, down. 

“Pretty hands hck! tired, huh?” But Gojo’s only maneuvering faster- capped knees spreading on the cushions of your couch to buck into you faster. “Come on- come on come on- don’t stop.”

“S’this any different from your- hah- usual routine, Satoru?” Even you were out of breath at this point.

You’re flicking your doughy fingerpad in a lazy line underneath the flared line of his slit and watch as Gojo only babbles. “Yeah- never felt something so…f-fuck, why are you so soft.” Large palms pressing down on yours, exactly where you could feel the outline of his shaft pulsing the most. His shoulders shake with each singular thwack! of your hand hitting his hilt, white curls bouncing. “So tight-”

Your friend’s fingers were dexterous, curling inwards so that your manicured nails would graze his swollen balls. 

They were slightly tanner than the rest of him, glittered with speckles of buttery precum that you take it upon yourself to gyrate your palm against. Purposefully pressing down lecherously–

And when Gojo looks up with a slight, dopey grin you knew that whatever fell next from that devastating mouth would not bode well for you. “Wonder if your pretty pussy would be just as ngh- tight.”

You feel your poor heart stutter—“Sh-shut the fuck up.”

“Ohhh- that almost made me cum.” He’s admitting through a raspy gasp, cadence giving way to something needier. Something harder. Something that was nearly scraping the flesh of your hands raw with his white happy trail. “S-say it again-”

“Shut up-”

Sapphire eyes squeeze shut, and the front of your poor skirt starts dripping with a few creamy wads of his pre. He was close. “Ngh-” 

Thighs pressing together, suddenly you’re realizing just how drenched your panties were. “Aren’t you supposed to be- fuck, learning a lesson?” And oh, were you shocked you managed to keep your voice even.

“Mmm, I’m learning alrigh’---” Gojo drawls, looking at you with such heated half-closed eyes that you can only more thoroughly drag your thumb down the line of his sensitive slit. “Shit- stop that- wait, don’t stop-”

Brain sparking, he’s singing out in protesting groans at the same time as your furniture. The cushions dipping as Gojo’s lurching his lanky body off of the couch, like he didn’t know whether he wanted to fuck your first for more, more, more or run away–

“Learning, huh?” You’re cracking a grin in amusement, hands letting off the sappiest squelches as you decide to slow down for his own sake. “Lesson number five…”

“No!” He’s pulling you back, he’s wrestling your hands to jerk faster, he’s grabbing you by the throat- left hand clinging onto the sides of your neck and squeezing. 

Scorching hot breath wafts your face as Gojo’s staring dead-on into your own pupils, “Stay. K-keep going. Keep going.” Something at the back of his throat makes him choke. “M’so close- don’t you fucking stop.”

“Fuck, Toru-”

“So fucking—” Your skin heats up with clammy warmth following the feeling of his sleazy eyes sweeping all down your body. Your hands working over time. Your hips slightly bucking back. Your tits-

Which he’s tugging down to see with an index hooked to the front of your top.

And you catch the exact moment that he does - the exact moment that his long, ivory lashes flutter further open, mouth parting with slick drool, face flushing.

Because that very day, you’d just-so-happened to have worn a special set of blue underwear. The exact same color as his eyes.

And it’s enough to make Gojo cum. Instantly.

He couldn’t even have the rationality to be mortified at the pathetic suddenness of it, because all he could do was lock his heady gaze onto your bra-clad tits n’ cream all down your wrist. 

Hot and aching.

Throbbing.

“Mmm, Satoru.” Splurging out from the swollen end of his shaft - the same shade as a strawberry, and twice as plump. Now with buttery sap to match. Something about that makes your mouth water. “Cum f’me- cum more.”

He was fucking up through each peak of his high like he was dying to pump each n’ every drop into your pussy. 

“Fuh-fuck.” And it’s hot, almost like he was melting out into you. A slow line of sweat dripping down his temple at the utter bursts of pleasure behind his hazy peripherals. “Cumming—m’cumming so much for you, beautiful.” Hauling your body closer to his, he’s spraying such thick, ribbony volumes of cum that you almost couldn’t believe it.

Jaw unfastened at the rapidly-growing puddle of ivory sap on your skirt. He’s so sensitive that he’s flinching just from the sound of your voice, like his favorite song. “Do you always cum so much, Satoru?”

“N-no—” Gojo huffs, slightly squeaky with his unstable pitch. “Only for you. When it’s you, I…”

Trailing off, both of you look down in synchronization at the glaze of white cum that’d started to trail down your forearm. And before you can let out a single word, he has one hand tuggin’ on your wrist.

Guiding your trembling fingers to unglue from Gojo’s pulsing, reddened cock with a sluuurp! He’s promptly sucking on your glossy fingertips with a moan. 

“Mm, so good.” Heavy erection still bobbing with the zaps of his euphoria, he looks up at you through long lashes - in a way that makes you gulp. Something he’s surely feeling, if the way that those fingers tighten on your neck says anything. “S’sweeter when it’s by you.”

Oh.

You’re fucked. 

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“Oiiiii—Satoru—!” Whenever Geto spoke in that tone, it couldn’t mean anything but trouble. He looks past the (multiple) groups of the usual onlookers, “Your cute lil’ girlfriend’s here~”

“Geto Suguru, you know my name.” You’re snarling from your close seat on the first row of court bleachers, realizing only too-late that you made a fatal mistake. “A-and I’d never be this one’s girlfri-”

“Ohhh, did you hear that?” Of course, the inky-haired man is ignoring every word that falls from your traitorous mouth. Nudging a disinterested Nanami, who pretends to read something on the ball. “Didn’t deny the girlfriend part. I think you owe me ten yen.”

You squawk, “You bet on us?”

“You bet only ten yen?” Gojo Satoru, equally as indignant, but for a completely different reason, waltzes off of the court as Coach Yaga approves his dribbling check and calls for the next. “Way to show your faith in me, bro.”

Geto grins, walking onto court, “Can you blame me?”

And you didn’t know what made you sigh more - the furious cheers and cat calls emanating from Gojo’s fans, who never failed to show up to a single practice, or the way he saunters right up to you.

Expensive sneakers squeaking on wood, carrying with him the scent of adrenaline and cherry bodywash. With such a devastating grin, he winks towards the audience - and you swear you see at least one in a replica of Gojo’s 06 jersey faint. 

“Y’know, I think our lessons are working, beautiful.” Snickering at your surprised gasp, “The aura of…experience, it’s working. Yaga told me I was on fire today, Sugu said I was glowing and asked me for my skincare routine. Hell, even Nanamin - Nanamin - didn’t recoil in disgust when he first saw me today, which, considering Nanamin, is the equivalent of getting a big kiss on the lips as hello.”

“I thought these were lessons just for your future reference?” You raise a brow in suspicion, one that makes him sweat. 

“S-semantics. Hey, something’s working, isn’t it?” He waves a lengthy hand - and you can’t help but get struck by flashbacks to just a few days ago. 

It’d only been about two weeks since your little deal - and you’d been taking it slow. Well, as slow as you could get when your first day was spent fisting his furiously needy cock. 

A few kissing lessons here, maybe another handjob there. And Gojo was lapping it all up the exact same way he would when he was in the middle of a game, focus laser-sharp - and constantly locked on you. Only you. 

“…Right.”

Your partner-in-stupidity opens his mouth- but just then Yaga barks—“Gojo Satoru. If you have enough time to flirt, throw some hoops before the Kyoto match.”

“Ay ay, captain.” With a slight roll of his eyes, he’s giving you one last glance over his shoulder. Mouthing—‘After. Practice.’ And your heart races as you manage to make out, ‘Locker.’

Throwing a wink just for you - and the basketball in his hands, right along with it. That dimple at the edge of his grin was dazzling, “This one’s for you, beautiful—!”

He shoots. 

And he misses. 

Geto misses too, too busy rolling on the floor cackling. 

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“M-mmm.” Gojo’s hiccuping, tone coming out ragged. And then he’s gasping- like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or sob at the tight feeling of your mouth. “Take it-”

You whimper, strugglin’ with the thick, reddened end of his cock bulging all the way near the back of your throat. Oh-so-swollen that it was swabbing into every nook and cranny inside of your maw without even trying. 

Gojo was ruthless - he was mean. 

Fucking into your mouth like this was the first taste of the pearly gates he’d ever gotten, and he’s writhing with each of your hollowed-out sucks. 

Acting like he wasn’t damn-near spearing your mouth permanently open into a cute ‘oh!’ with his size. One hand clawing onto the crown of your sweaty scalp, the other letting go of his useless wet towel now.

You’d just barely seen all the members of your university’s basketball team filter out, before Gojo - freshly showered, already half-hard - had dragged you into their spacious locker room.

And it almost reminded him of that first night in the closet, back scraping against the metal of the locker. Pushing you in so close that he can almost feel the way your tastebuds flood with saliva, “Take it take it- t-take it-” 

Rutting. Grinding. 

Your nails claw red, red lines down the pale expanse of his thighs, each muscle getting newly-decorated by you. “M-mmpf, Satoru.” Nostrils flaring, you feel his plump mushroom tip slip deeper past your throat the moment you relax. 

“Fuck- fuck yeah, say my name.” He’s spitting through grit canines, “Say my name like that- s’better than any fanchant I’ve heard.”

Gojo always became so honest any time he was bending to your every whim like this.

And right now he couldn’t stop prattling away between each heavy groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of his weighty girth sagging on your tongue. “Bet they didn’t know you’d be on your knees like- ngh, this f’me, huh, beautiful?” He titters, giving you a thorough rut of his inches until you feel the globe of your friend’s tip scrape down your throat. “Fuh-fuuuuck.”

It was almost too much.

The scratch of your ridged taste buds, salivating down every sensitive ridge on his erection. The prettiness of your teary eyes peering up at him. 

“Bet they didn’t know that- ngh, that sharp mouth would be shut up like this, huh?” Bucking. Thrusting- the heat of your mouth was just so heavenly that he can’t stop chasing it.

Not stopping for a single second to let the clingy back end of your throat part from his cock. He sticks his pelvis up and probes deeply into a sinful lil’ spot at the back of your maw that you didn’t even think was possible. 

Something hitches in his breath, snowy brows furrowing once he feels the dripping slope of your pussy gyrate up his calf. “That you’d like it so much.”

Again and again. Gojo’s repeatedly pushin’ in until he could feel the soft back of your mouth form a bruise in the exact circumference of his girthy tip. “Think ya like it even more than me, beautiful.”

“E-easy there, tiger. Lesson number number five is to pace yourself.” You’re trying to smoothen your tone - unsuccessful, of course, when he’d just been hitting your voicebox hoarse. 

Sensually - slowly - he’s managing to regain a mere ounce of control in that sloppy cadence of his. Loooong, massaging drags that plunge the ruby-red crown of his girth, Gojo’s still making sure that your velvety tongue licks up every solid inch of him.

You plop your swollen lips specifically down on the flared line of his slit and suck. “And lesson number six is to just- hah- shut up and take it.”

“N-ngh, love when you’re mean to me.” He’s grinning, one hand snaking down to his meaty base. Soon enough, your pursed maw is being positively showered with a spray of his dewy precum. 

A glittery gloss gluing all down your chin, you make sure to stick your lips along the prominent lines of his veins and smear-smear-smeeeear. All down the extra-tender spots of his shaft that makes Gojo shoot his free hand out to grab your throat with a labored whine. 

“R-real fucking dangerous.” He’s spitting - literally, a wad of spit that aims straight onto your sizzling tongue and makes an even bigger mess. 

Squeezing your neck, feeling the large cylindrical bulge that was reaching for your lungs. 

He could feel himself move with each back n’ forth of his toned hips, tightening until that particularly bumpy outline was making him lose his mind. “You’re real fucking dangerous with this pretty throat n’ these- hngh- preeeetty lips.”

You’re mewling, tears welling up behind your eyes when Gojo’s using the restraint on your throat to pull you off of his cock ever-so-slightly. For a few sultry seconds, just to spew out a translucent polish of precum. “And this pretty- pretty gloss.” Milky beads decorate your lips, they’re dripping down the front of your chin and makes him flinch carnally. “H-heh, say it again, beautiful. Say it when you’re hck! like this?”

“Shut the fuck up, Satoru.” Muffled, through the press of his painfully hard cockhead sliding between your lips. Once. twice. 

Thrice. “Nghhh- just like that.” The star player’s head falls back against the lockers with an echoing thud! when you start bobbing your head even faster. Syrupy precum welling up inside your mouth as if someone had just opened up a fountain. “Makes me s-so fucking hard.”

“Tight-” You manage out, gasping for air. Past all the animalistic ruts, past the squeeze of his lengthy fingers on your throat. And you can’t help but motion your pussy down and up the muscles of his leg, leaving a glittering trail of slick everywhere you go. “So- ngh-”

“So- so fucking—” Shit, Gojo cracks open one of his dazed blue eyes and can’t even finish his sentence at the pure sight of you.

Your eyes dazed, jaw stupidly unhinged. the entire lower half of your face glistening with all his bittersweet sap. Taking and taking each of his visceral ruts - you were absolutely ruined.

And he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

So much so that Gojo’s body moves before his mind, barely even stopping to think before unplugging his cock from the back of your throat with a filthy squelch–! Manhandling you into a standing position with only one arm, he has your back shoved against the lockers with the other.

“S-Satoru, what are you-”

Flipping up your skirt- plump, pinkish cocktip kissin’ the wet slope of your pussy. It’s the only thing Gojo needs to be creaming himself near-dry.

To plaster your jittery thighs together with the silky, white syrup of his cum, soaking your flimsy panties. Gojo’s sweaty bangs tickle the inside of your throat when he plops his face down on your shoulder and groans, “Fuck. F-fuck fuck fuck-”

And he isn’t just reaching his high- he’s trying to fuck you through it.

Trying to drill his aching hot cock between your legs, the fatness of his length keeps on pushing against your clothed cunt needily. “Y-y’know, I’m reeeally good with my hands, beautiful?”

“Y-you are–?” Your breath hitches, limbs starting to quiver weakly. Your entire spine zaps with eager pleasure as he’s lazily sliiiding aside your panties. “S’that lesson number seven?”

“Seven- eight- sixty-nine, heh, whatever.” Chuckling into your skin, you swear he’s tugging astray your panties and cumming once more just at the sight of your pretty, sopping panties. 

Hips surgin’ forwards automatically to smear a line of seed between your plump folds, Gojo’s mouth drops. “Oh.” His forearm comes banging down on the locker beside your head to cage you in, “My first time c-cummin’ on a girl.”

His entire body’s wracking with shivers once he’s guiding up stripes of his meaty mushroom tip along your pussy. Uuuuup and down, stray hand pryin’ your sloppy folds apart to paint your cunt a syrupy white from the inside itself-

Slimy fingerpads pushing you all open to dollop out generous helpings of his cum - fuck, honestly he doesn’t know what feels better. Those electric bursts of his orgasm, or the feeling of your fluttering wet cunt as you take it. “And she’s so preeeetty.” 

“Pretty–?”

It’s a fucking battle for Gojo to rip his half-lidded eyes away from your naked pussy, but when he does it’s to kiss your temple sweetly. “You’re pretty too, my girl- beautiful.”

Something in that gentle tremble of his voice makes your hands grip for purchase on the holed surface of the locker. 

And you can only whisper, “Sh-shut up, Satoru.”

“Shit-” Nearly forgetting that the rotund, throbbing end of his shaft was still aligned with your cunt. Just one move and he’d be throwing away just about all his first times. You’d be all out of lessons. 

Somewhere along the slight pang of disappointment at the thought, you feel his overstimulated length twitch—

Catching Gojo staring wildly at that one particular hand of his - the one that was stuffed between your messy legs and spreading your pussy so that he could splurge out his splotchy cum to the maximum.

“Oh.” Realization hits you like a truck. “N-no, Satoru, don’t-”

Before he sucks on his stained, white-topped fingertips like candy— moaning, the blur of his irises roll all the way back to the depths of his skull. “Yeah–” He’s noisily lapping up each ounce of your slick n’ his cum, like the utmost delicacy. “Yeah, m’learning a loooot from these lessons of yours, beautiful.”

“You’re filthy.” You sputter.

“You made me this way~” He leans in close for a kiss, and you can’t admit to yourself that you’d gotten slightly addicted to the taste of his mouth. The plush, cherry-tinged flavor of his lips, glossed with your filthy concoction from before. “Ya like the taste?”

You scoff instead of an answer, “Go shower.”

Pulling back with a mwah–! of lips-on-lips, he reaches for the puddle of his towel on the floor. “Wanna join?”

“In your dreams.”

“You have noooo idea.”

“Shush- before I end your lessons.”

Gojo laughs, loud and beaming. And you can’t help but smile to yourself, something bittersweet, making a hasty escape from the locker room before you stretched your luck too far. 

If only you’d taken your time.

Because then you might have seen a lone, towering figure standing by the wall leading to the doorway. Hidden by the sharp corner, and his lengthy raven hair. 

He watches as you waddle guilty away - as if leaving a crime scene - and Geto Suguru frowns. 

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“Alright- it’s time to lock it in.” Yaga’s gruff voice bellows through every corner of the locker room, “Play your game, play fair, prove you belong. This is D1 basketball and I expect each one of you to play like it. Show those Kyoto fuckers who we really are.”

As deep cheers rattle the atmosphere, Gojo finds his hands almost too shaky to knot his laces - too full of adrenaline, full of pride.

Full of the thought that maybe you might be here in the stands, watching. Maybe.

Beside him on the bench, Geto silently tightens his own sneakers. And Gojo can’t help but crack a smirk, “Why so quiet today, Suguru? Don’t tell me you’re nervous about fucking Kyoto.”

“No, not at all.” He responds simply. 

And ‘simply’ would never be quite good enough for Gojo Satoru. Which is why he’s furrowing his twinkling eyes at the other man, “‘Nooo, not at all?’ Appropriate spaces for commas and all? Who are you- Nanamin?”

“Right.”

Gojo frowns, “You’re off today.”

“Are you sure that you’re not the one off?” Geto states, tense. Until he was registering what’d just slipped out of his mouth, immediately shooting into an upright stand. 

“What do you-”

“Forget about it-”

“No.” But he can barely take a single step before the taller man’s honed reflexes make a swipe at Geto’s elbow. Stopping his teammate in his tracks, Gojo’s voice dips low in that serious, tight way it usually never did. “What do you mean.”

A statement, not a question.

And his best friend can barely stand to look at him, head tilted slightly to the side, as if giving into the concerned looks thrown their way. “I told you not to play with her heart.”

Seething, “What?”

“Satoru, when I said I’d support your feelings for her, it wasn’t to make a fucking fool out of yourself.” Shrugging off the hand, which gives way easily. “So many years, and this is how you make a move? She’s my friend first- and you’re treating her like some fucking game.”

“She-” He gasps, face burning. “She’s just teaching me lessons in-”

But Geto always was the quicker of the two - and the more stern. “How long did you expect this to go on, huh? When you’re all done with your ‘lessons’, then what?” 

“I…I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think that she might actually enjoy that nice restaurant downtown you’ve kept the pamphlet to since meeting her? Didn’t think that she might want to know that you’ve always kept extras of your jersey for her, her favorite flowers, her favorite movie, just in case?” Geto’s fists clench, “Didn’t think that it’s fucking stupid that you two aren’t together, yet? You deserve to be happy- but she does, too.”

Silence. Deafening, deafening silence. 

“What are you doing, man?”

“It’s sex-”

“Stop fooling yourself.”

As he watches Geto’s disappearing back, Gojo wasn’t sure whether he wanted you watching him anymore. 

But it still stung, just a little, when you weren’t.

Kyoto won that day. And Gojo Satoru has never faced a more devastating loss. 

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“-my hometown friend, don’t you dare flirt with her, Satoru–”

What was Geto saying again? 

Ah, does it even matter? Gojo Satoru, freshly-titled ‘campus boyfriend’ after only a few hours on said campus, hadn’t heard a single word out of his high school best friend’s mouth after your name.

After you’d batted your lashes cutely and smiled his way–

Oh– blah, blah blah— He’s letting out an audible sigh as you begin speaking something or the other about your major, the usual for orientation day. Proper name, proper place, backstory stuff-

“-toru- Satoru–!” It’s only with a hearty smack on his shoulder that Geto manages to snap Gojo out of his daze, still staring at you from afar where you’d decided to talk to Shoko. And the black-haired man shifts his weary eyes between you n’ his other friend. “Oh no-”

“Suguru, I think I just found my wife-”

“Hell no.” Dramatically, he shakes the other’s shoulders as if desperately trying to jolt some sense into that basketball-addled mind of his. “Satoru, you’ve gotten about fifteen different phone numbers-”

Geto pauses as another fresh-faced student flounces up to the duo and gives them both two slips of paper with a number scrawled on, one that Geto’s immediately tearing up.

“-sixteen just today itself.” His dark brows furrow, as much as he loved his best friend, he knew the mind-numbing popularity that came with him, too. The reputation. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin who’s never held hands-” Ignoring Gojo’s protesting ‘hey!’ “-if you think I’m about to let you play any games with her heart then-”

“I wouldn’t even imagine it, Suguru. Really.” Leaning back in his chair, Gojo’s azure eyes stray to you - as they’ve always seemed to do since then. Second nature. And only a second before tearing them away, undeserving to have you notice. “There’s just…something.”

There’s a tone there that Geto couldn’t place.

Something tender. Something that makes his eyes light up like they did when he was about to nail a slam dunk.

“Something about her that makes me feel like I can win all the championships in the world.”

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“O-oh my god, mm—” Your mouth hangs lewdly open, thighs trembling where they were thrown over the far end of your bed. 

Gojo had himself nose-deep in your syrupy wet pussy and it still wasn’t enough for him- he was still clawing both hands onto your thighs and forcefully dragging you halfway down the silken sheets. “What has- hah! what has gotten into you, Satoru-”

For perhaps the first time in his life, he doesn’t have an answer.

Can’t even think of one.

Not when the long, slimy edge of Gojo’s tongue was dipping past your drenched panties and pushing them juuuust barely to the side. Darkening that pale blue shade with the wetness of his maw, he’s plastering his taste buds to the slope of your pussy and watching you squirm.

And it’d started right after you’d arrived home, wondering whether it was too late to text him about the match - only to find the man of your thoughts himself sat outside your front door.

Waiting for you.

Towering, he’d thumped his head down on your shoulder in silence. 

That is, until you two had made your way inside-

“I-is this about not coming to your- ngh! game?” You’re wailing out a broken whimper, twitchy hands weaving between his ivory locks to try and steal a glimpse of his face. “Because Gakuganji held me back for a club thing and I’m sorry- fuck!”

Without a single warning, without even a speck of hesitation, your friend’s shovelling the inches of his tongue past your elastic entrance until that tight rim resists.

Until he’s keening into your puffy core at the tightness, until he’s usin’ a thumb to spread-spread-spreeeead your glittery pussylips apart even further. “Taught me- taught me lessons, didn’tcha, beautiful?”

Murmuring into your cunt, each syllable is ended off with a heavy lashing of his silver tongue. 

Spat straight into your quivering hole, Gojo’s licking away primally. Each raw scratch of his wet muscle trying to push past your hole, trying to fuck you the way he’s been aching to for years. “Taught me ta kiss those pretty lips- now you’re teaching me a whole hah- other type of kissing.”

“N-ngh, oh my god- Satoru.” He was just filthy. Both his babbling, pussydrunk words and his motions.

It’s like he didn’t know where to stick his tongue to like adhesive - wanting anything and everything, all at once.

From the throbbing nub of your clit, to the weepy orifice of your cunt. Though, he was making sure to lap up every ounce of slick glistening out of you, like the sweetest honey.

You’re whimpering, begging for fucking mercy from the wide, glissading edge of his tongue. You grip the soft tufts of his hair and try to lift him slightly off for dear life. “Fuck- Lesson number eight is to s-slow down–!”

“Then m’gonna hafta fail.” He’s rasping out, starved. 

Barely even breathing, whatever words escaping Gojo depart only reluctantly. Between each pant he’s forced to take by his screaming lungs, he’s unfastening his slobbery maw even wider to suck on your clit. 

Thighs closing sensitively ‘round his clammy head- “You’re being sooo—” You think that might just deter him, but he’s only climbing further up from his position at the foot of the bed, on the ground. 

Chasing your pussy no matter how much you were bucking. Feral. 

“Mmm, think I like it better when you hngh- shut me up like this.” He’s blubbering through a greedy mouthful of your cunt, slick-glossed mouth pinching your clit. 

You’re damn-near yelping as his plush, puckered lips start rollin’ side to side just to tease that nub like bubblegum. Your own thighs ache with the flesh-ridden press of his big, beefy biceps curling ‘round your thighs to push them even closer. “Can you even ngh- breathe?”

“Suffocate me.”

And he sounded dead-serious.

Throwing your trembling legs over two muscular shoulders, Gojo’s leering his handsome face impossibly closer.

Right up until the straight button of his nose bridge presses against your clit, and the front of his face smeeeears with a pathway of your pussy’s sweet, sweet juices. 

“Don’t care.” Spitting, a great glittery glob that sticks just to the side of your outer pussy and makes it so much wetter for him to start dipping his wide tongue inside. “Don’t care don’t care don’t care- I don’t need air, I just need- hah! You.”

Lavishing your snug hole with so much attention, you can’t help but clench ‘round his grazing taste buds. Letting your entrance be tugged n’ snagged according to Gojo’s every whim.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Letting him spit on your pussy once more-

“And her.” Slimy, wet muscle flopped right now, he was running through each line he’d read online about this like a gameplay. Zig-zagging from your clit n’ back to jackhammer into your hole, “We’d made such a loooovely couple, wouldn’t we, beautiful?”

And you don’t even know who he’s talking to you - you or your poor, battered pussy.

But before you can ask, Gojo’s patience snaps with a rut-

“Fuck, your walls-” Just as soon as you’re clamping your thighs surrounding his head. He’s whining, he’s shoving his face in deeper like the prolonged length of his tongue could scour your channel even more. 

Like that particular muscle could maze in a slithering up n’ down- Gojo’s sharp jawline strikes the base of your cunt and he groans in disappointment. Unable to dive in even deeper.

Feral. Thirsting, He’s nose-deep and still filling up your every orifice with his textured tongue for more, letting each ravenous taste bud stir about your sweet innards. “Your walls want me so ngh- badly. Wants ta suck me up so badly- look.”

“What do you- oh!” You flinch at the sudden warmth of another puddle of saliva striking your pussy dead-on, smearing about.

Gojo’s eyes were widened, mouth unfastened as far as it would go. “How the fuck doesn’t anyone get addicted?” Genuinely serious. Genuinely asking. 

“Y-you’re too much-”

“Oh, you want more?” Wait…what? You’re momentarily speechless at how his melty mind had just understood your sentence. Mouth thrashing about on overdrive, grin sleazy. “Heh, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

And then you’re snapping your head down in a split-second, just in time to see two of Gojo’s lengthy, roughened fingers tease the crevice of your slit.

All lightly calloused by basketball, he’s sloooowly circling your puckered hole. “Cute, s’like she wants ta- ngh- kiss me.” He’s giggling, prying apart your folds to ease his way in with a raw, noisy sluuuurp–! “Hope she doesn’t mind how looong they are- or do. My lesson number one is that you’re going to take it all.”

Bucking into his touch, and that makes him copy you - crushing the thick, bulging outline of his erection against the bottom of your bedframe. 

So hard that the mahogany panels creak– jostling you, right alongside the bed. “Fuck-” He hisses, looking down. “Look how you’ve got me - like a fucking animal.”

“You’re so filthy…” 

“S’all your fault.”

You’re sobbing now, legs twitching cutely on top of Gojo’s deltoid after every time his knobbled fingerpads scraped a spot that was particularly sensitive.

His size- oh, you should’ve expected a size to match a basketballer’s hands - because they’re plugging every nook n’ cranny without even trying. Scissoring your gooey walls far apart to claim each hidden area of yours, “All- all your fault.” 

Almost whimpering because it’s just that tight. He’s swervin’ rapidly and surely. “You made me like this-” But he wasn’t done- he was leaning over to spit a web of spit once more, dampening your soft cunt just enough to bully in a third finger. “Made me so stupid.”

Barreling straight into your g-spot. 

“Foooound it…”

“Oh- oh my god–” You’re losing your mind at this point, hips thrashing about. The blankets stick to you like they’re made of adhesive as you’re arching into the perfect curvature-

“Stay down.” Gojo barks - a stern edge to his voice. And before you can make a single move, he has one bicep pinning down your hips, maw opened to suck on your clit so you stay down.

Left too weak to do anything but cry out at the feeling of his tastebuds rolling over n’ over on your nub. Sensitive. Overstimulated. 

You’re gasping at the heated sparks of white that burst behind your lids, “Toru- I th-think m’close- don’t think m’gonna last- hck!”

“Told you I was good with my hands—” He slurs out, ruined on your pussy. "That's lesson number hck! three- maybe two? Ah, I dunno…”

Pump after pump, Gojo curls his digits so they bruise right into the spot locating your bundle of nerves. Feelin’ your soft walls clamp down sappily, “Only thing I do know is that I want you- hah-” Pulling back, he teeths your clit with a sinful squelch. “-oh, I wan’ you cumming on my mouth.” Fingering you so hard that the mountains of his knuckles were reddening with impact. “And I want you screamin’ my name every second of it.”

“Oh please-” The roughness of his fingertips are starting to plunge even deeper, as if Gojo was ready to probe into your womb right then and there. “Satoru-”

“Call me ‘Toru’, beautiful-”

“Toru-”

“Louder.”

Harder. 

It was so hard to speak with tiny sobs catching in your throat, with your body being run ragged by him. Lips wobbling with each long push of his digits- “Toru.”

“How about- ‘my Toru’?”

“My- my Toru—!” You’re squealing; the exact same moment that your pitched voice cracks, your sanity does, too. 

And in mere sultry nanoseconds, you’re shattering into white-hot explosions of bliss. Your orgasm sweeping your entire body with goosebumps, you can only scratch carnally at Gojo’s crowned scalp. 

Your fingers maneuvering his head up and down in sloppy gyrations, it’s as if you were riding his pretty features through each peak of euphoria. “M’cumming- oh-” Your high hitting you so hard that tears pinprick at your pupils, and Gojo was only happy to make them overspill. To dangle his hefty tongue out so that he can lap up your cunt with every drag. “Can’t believe you- oh. Are you sure this is your first time, Toru?”

He finches at the nickname, “Fuck yeah, sweet thing.”

Brushing his tastebuds up and down- probing against your clit. 

He was still ravenous.

Even when you’re blinking back your vision, though, you still couldn’t see with the way that Gojo’s velvety mouth made your pupils criss-cross constantly. 

Toes curling, limbs shaking with sensitivity. 

It was getting to the point that your mind was slowly going blank, spittle falling from your mouth. “I-I’m hngh- m’high’s over-” Still sparking somewhere at the back of your throat, even though you push and push at Gojo’s forehead, he’s only digging deeper. “Oh my god, Satoru-”

He blubbers, “M’fucking starved, beautiful. Been wanting this for sooo long.”

“Then shut up and fuck me.”

Oh.

Oh, that did it.

Because Gojo lurches his head up as if he’d just been zapped with electricity; eyes snapped open, strings of slick still connecting his lips to your swollen ones. 

“F-fuck you…?” He grunts- buying more time, those buried fingers of his pull out from your walls with a slurp. Finding their usual pathway between his greedy lips, he catches your look. “What? Haven’t I ever told you that you make me so–”

Thoroughly cleansed by now, Gojo smacks his lips with satisfaction. 

“-greedy?”

The dark glint in Gojo’s eyes makes you squirm your body slightly backwards- all the way up until you hit the headboard with a gasp. And he only looms closer. Only prowls up to you like he was closing in on the most appetizing prey.

And now that he’d gotten one taste of you, of course he’d be craving more. 

Like you were the sweetest of desserts, he’s gliding his tongue allll down those slick-glossed lips of his. Your juices worn halfway down his face - smearing up to his cheekbones - with utter pride. “And I think m’ready for another lesson now.”

You take one look at him - pupils glassy, face glistening, ears flushed - and immediately dart your hands down to Gojo’s belt buckle. 

Meanwhile he’s shedding himself free of his t-shirt, whatever’s left of your bra, hooking over your panties—

RIIIIIP—!

“Th-those were expensive.”

“I’ll buy you fucking ten more.” Pointedly, Gojo stuffs the ruined fabric into the back pocket of his trousers before disposing of them somewhere by the side of your bed. “Then tear those off, too, next time.”

Next time.

“Excited ‘bout a ‘next time’?” Oh- fuck, you’d just babbled that out loud.

He couldn’t have looked more smug if he tried, pointed canines flashing in a smirk. His thick thumb dips into the hemline of his boxers, pulling them down in a flash.

And Gojo was hard - so fucking rock-hard that his upright erection smacks the front of his abs with a thwack! 

Long. Perfectly thick. Always just so pretty. Bedazzled by a few veins down his pinkish shaft, Gojo’s sensitive cock twitches as he’s panting. Ruby-red tip painting a horizontal line of precum, you’re mentally calculating the measurement and wondering just how deep he’d be inside of you. 

Swatting away your sheeny thighs, that’d just started to close. “Ah ah- where’d you think you’re taking her?” Before his glossy, sleek jaw unhinges ever-so-slightly in wait. 

“You want me to-”

“I’ve spit on her so many times.” Gojo muses, quirking one snowy brow. Holding you by the throat, he pushes his face into your personal proximity, “Think s’time for you to return the favor.”

Whimpering, restless, it was just so cute to him how you’re pressing your lips together shyly. 

Whacking a bead of slobber precisely onto the target of his tongue- and Gojo barely even gives you the time to register your little ministration before surging his entire body and kissing you. Open-mouthed, heated.

At the exact same time that his globed, weeping cock pushes straight past your swollen folds. 

But it wasn’t so easy- “F-fuck.” Gojo shutters his eyes, expression looking like he was just in prayer. Hiccuping, rutting- back and forth in rapid half-thrusts as if he couldn’t bring himself to pull out of your pussy any further. “What the fuck…what-”

“S-Satoru, are you okay?”

“No.” SMACK! He’s trying to strike his pelvis against your own so hard that your thighs are jostled. Fat cock stuck by the resistance of your cute, cute cunt. “No no no- s’just…I lost my virginity to you.” 

You’re speechless as he looks up at you with a giggle. 

Repeating, “I just lost my virginity to you and it’s too- good.”

“And you’re t-too big—” You claw all down his pale back, feeling every muscle flex underneath your touch. 

“Remember my first lesson?” Head tilted, the smile on Gojo’s face was oh-so-tender - even though his mushroom tip was furiously pumping in and out of you like anything but. “You’re going to- take it- all.”

Fuck, but he didn’t know who he was torturing more. 

Because your cunt gives way to swallow up one more of his solid, rovering inches - just past the slick line of his slit - and Gojo hunches over. He heaves. His vision blurs with tears- “Ohhh my god, I c-can’t.” Voice octaves higher, breaking. He’d just started to put it in and he was crying.

Shit, he’d learned nothing. 

With a hand pushing your left thigh open, Gojo’s trying to pull his ravaged cock out. Just too good for him to handle. Maybe he’ll keep some part of his sanity intact if he fucks you with just the tip-

But in that instant, your clingy insides are squeezing around him so tight and he’s thrusting.

Out-of-control. 

Fighting against the stretch, you’re clawing for the headboard above your scalp- “Oh my god- I don’t know if I can- fuck! It’s just so big.” Nine - nearly ten - inches throbbing at the mere sound of your voice. 

“Lesson number one lesson number one- oh, lesson number one-” Echoing like a broken record-player, he’s ruthlessly haaaauling you back with a hand latched onto your hip.

Soft grunts wafting your features like a furnace, “Breathe” Gojo begs into your ajar mouth, pinning you with the prominent muscles of his v-line. “Breathe- one- two-” With each stroke. “Breathe with me-”

Those exact same exercises that he’s taught himself over and over again during the toughest of training regiments. “Feel it in your s-stomach.” You’re nearly screaming as one of his over-large palms come pressing down on your stomach, making you feel like he’s spearing his plump tip all the way into your lungs. “Then let it allll out through your lungs- breathe w’me, one, two.”

One-two. In and out. One-two. In and out. 

Mewling, “One- t-two.” Mindless hips swervin’ back and forth to meet his desperate drilling and it makes him gasp.

“Breathe- breathe. Lesson one, you hafta take this-” Scrambling for your hips, for your throat. “Even just the tip. Just an inch.” Using the leverage to pull you down, “I’m begging here.”

“T-Toruuu–”

And it’s with a final, resounding spank of skin-on-skin that he’s managing to bottom out.

The hot, pulsating feeling of his sheathed cunt barely even registering in your mind before Gojo’s letting off a wet sob. It just felt too good. “You passed with f-flying colors, my beautiful.”

And now that he’d gotten started, he couldn’t stop.

Gojo was pounding you into your cheap bedsprings like a madman, like it was painful for his swollen, vein-covered cock to go even a second without dragging down your walls. Designing your slick insides with the patterns of his veins, “How are you reachin’ a-alll those spots, Toru?”

“Alllll those spots, huh?” Mockingly, he ends up pushing down on your tummy just like before. 

Except this time, Gojo takes the lecherous time to feel the dull thud! of his split-ended tip poking into your cervix. This time, he can follow each single inch you’re clenching ‘round—“Wh-what is…”

Pushing down harder. “Is that my-” Thrusting even harder. 

Gojo’s size is just so staggering that he’s feeling the exact bumpy outline of his mazing shaft. The way he was spreadin’ apart your walls with his circumference - it just renders his mouth watering.

Gracing you with a dopey grin, one that had drool spilling from one side of his rosy lips. Moaning, “Oh, just when I thought you couldn’t be more perfect.”

Sweet-talker. You whine, just so you won’t pay too much attention to the way your heart races, “Shut up, Toru.”

“Yeahhh- say that again.” Bulky base just drenching with your sweet slick the harder he’s thrusting in, you can feel his rock-hard tip twitch after your words. “S’like you’re made f’me.”

“Shut up, Toru-”

Palm massaging down on the tummy bulge he was fucking into you, he could feel each flinch of his oversensitive cock. “See? See? The way this pretty pussy takes ngh- all of me. The way you make me react-” Pumpin’ a thorough push against your slick-filled sweet spots. “The way you make me s-sooo fucking hard. Ohhh, we fucking fit like a- a…”

Poor chatterbox Gojo Satoru is just so pussydrunk by now that he can’t even go on.

He can’t even speak. Can’t even breathe— entire fuzzy brain honed in on spearheading your walls with his flared cockhead like a flashlight. 

Hips gyrating into the exact angle that it takes for him to strike your needy, waiting g-spot. Hard. 

“There-” Your heart-shaped peripherals sprint to the back of your head, back jerking off of the mattress. “Right- ngh- there–!”

And, usually, Gojo would’ve taken this as the perfect opportunity to brag about how it was ‘so easy’ for him to find the almost-mythical g-spot. Usually, he’d have been snickering outright at the cutely awed expression on your face.

Usually.

But the only thing he was fucking capable of doing right now was marvel at both you and your pussy. Gaze darting up and down so fast it was almost like a blur. 

“Cat- hah, pussy got your tongue, Toru?”

“Sh-shut up…”

“You shut up.”

Shit, that makes him nearly cum. Right then and there.

And to cover up this little weakness, Gojo spanks your overstuffed pussy instead. Open-palmed, with the doughy tips of his digits striking accurately on your clit. 

“Y-you little- ngh.”

“What was that–?” Oh, it was like he’d just stumbled across an epiphany. And before you know it, he plants down three more rude smacks on the slope of your cunt; exactly in sensual unison with the thrashes of his cock. “Why don’tcha write my name on your clit, beautiful? Unless…” 

SMACK–!

You get the message fast enough, even despite your thoughtless mind. 

Your twitchy dominant hand slithers between your thighs, thumbing down your perky clit just in that way you liked. “T-Toru–” Trying for all your might to spell a ‘T’, “Oh- wait, Satoru.”

Then an ‘S.’

But you couldn’t do it just how his big fingers had managed to do, and the only thing you’re getting out is a sultry figure-eight. One that renders your throat dry, “Satoru- oh.” An ‘A’ that looks more like a silly lil’ ‘V’, “I can’t ngh- don’t think I can- fuck.”

And Gojo notices your little struggle - of course, he’s noticing. 

It’s the sweetest little entertainment for him, of course, watchin’ you get fucked too dumb to spell out his own name on your clit. Your lips wobbling when he finally smacks your hands away-

“Honestly- aren’t you supposed to t-teach me?” Groaning at the squelching noise of your growing even more aroused. “Watch and learn, my girl- fuck. My beautiful.”

But it’s not like he was any better, thank fuck you were too gone at this point to realize. Just as much as he was. 

It takes Gojo a few slips n’ slides to latch his plush thumb down on the nub of your clit, “F-first there’s a ‘T’- I mean, an ‘S.’” The dual stimulation of his shaft stretchin’ out your tiniest ridges inside, of his fingerpads writing on your clit, was simply incredible. “Then an ‘A’...‘T’...”

Even through the lust-fogged haze in your mind, you could distinctly make out the messy scribbles of Gojo’s fingerpads. 

S-A-T-O-R-U

Repeated. Over and over until it was like that pattern was burned onto your clit, joints working manually faster. Faster. 

S-A-T-O-R-U

S-A-T-O-R-U

S-A-T-O-R-U

And it’s so much that you don’t even realize you’re shrilling out his name with each movement- “Satoru-” Thighs kicking in pleasure, he’s quickly throwing them over his shoulder and folding you in half. Bending you into a mating press. “Satoru- Satoru Satoru—”

You feel a slimy, wet tendril gleam down your cheek, “Why’re you crying?” Gojo’s licking up salty tears you didn’t even realize you were setting free. “S’not because of my hck! biiiig fuckin’ cock, is it?”

In this mating press, your friend(?) had the freedom to plaster his washboard abs down your front. To scratch your pelvis with his pale white happy trail.

“S’not because I’ve wanted to do this for- for aaages, is it?” Nuzzling the crook of your neck, Gojo gives you a slam so hard that you’re being driven further up the bed.

Only for him to pull you back down. To do it over again.

And over and over and over again until the spongy layer of your cervix had memorized the size of his cervix. Stretching open your cozy lil’ walls, he pricks his strawberry divot firmly against the base of your womb like he was meant to be there. “Not because I’ve always wanted to- to break myself on this pretty pussy-”

Roughly, the wooden frame of your headboard rattles-

“O-oh-” Gojo slams his hand down on the banging headboard, remembering something from the earlier lessons about a landlord. 

Only for the mahogany panel to shatter, for your creaky bed to sag on one side– your eyes widen. Gojo Satoru had just broken the bed but he was still going.

He was still claiming your cunt with each sultry jackhammer, still babbling pussydrunkenly. “S’not because you’re haaaah- close, is it?”

“I am–” You don’t have half the mind to be shocked that he could feel your oncoming high before you. Walls clamping down with each vibration of electric euphoria, “M’gonna cum, Satoru. Lesson number nine is to make- me- cum-”

“You’re gonna cum.” More statement than question. “Really, really gonna cum? Because of ngh- me?” 

You can only nod.

And Gojo’s voice is small, cracking. “She’s gonna- fuck! gonna on my cock?” Furiously nodding, “My cock? Because of- oh- me? Fuck–!”

You’re barely even getting out an affirmation for those last few rapidfire questions of this before Gojo’s tense, driving cock explodes. All into thick, gushing ropes of cum that slather your walls.

And if you thought he’d cum in massive volumes before, then you weren’t ready to be faced with how eager he was to fill up your pussy.

Your geysering slick was nothing in comparison to the way Gojo was buttering up your slitted entrance, cobwebbing your tight hole shut with his sticky cum. Again. And again and again he was pumping each drop into you. 

“L-lesson number two-” But it was not like he would let you get off the hook that easy. And the flesh of your inner thighs sting when Gojo only speeds up, accelerating his shaft to target your g-spot in a way that makes you keen. “-n-never cum after me. Only before-” 

Two roughened crowns of his fingers tweak your clit– a final, ‘Y’ And you’re wondering what the hell that stands for.

Y-O-U-R-S

Gojo flushes as he finishes off the singular word, like he almost couldn’t believe it himself. Before pinching on your clit—“Sh-shit- shit shit shit, m’cumming, Toru.” 

Right now, watching your cunt quiver n’ cum around his cock was better than anything he could’ve ever dreamed of. 

Because your mouth was possessive, crashing into his and whining his name with each twinge of your high. Your pretty eyes were practically mosaics of tears at this point, ones he could stare into for eons. 

And he does - straight into your irises when Gojo’s filling you up from the inside out. “I know-” Feeling his own seed slosh out of him and drip straight down to your womb. “Take it- take it, all inside like it- hah- should be. Like it was always meant to be.”

“Inside-” Gasping at the press of his tensed core, pushing down on your stomach. Right where he was spearing straight through you, “A-all inside, Toru.”

It was one of the best orgasms of your life, and, strangely enough, all of them seemed to have been pulled out by Gojo.

Who was filling you up until you were overspilling, like some fountain. 

Now purposefully slapping the veiny length of his shaft against the roof of your cunt, pounding you through each volt of pleasure until you’re seeing stars.

Until your thighs are left shaking stupidly, your mouth gaped, brain so filled with the static of your stomach being in knots that you don’t even register the damp splat-splat-spat–! splashing onto your shoulder.

Something…wet. 

At least, not for a few seconds until your eyesight can adjust. You’re blinking back your vision to look up and see that Gojo Satoru was crying.

Pretty cheeks ruddied, eyes glistening with even more unshed tears. And you wonder just how long he’d been holding them back.

His perspired head drops down to your shoulder like it had hours prior in front of your door, and you can make out the unsteady gasps of his words. “You- you took my virginity but…” Something raw. Something honest. “I-I just…”

He bites back his words until you’re forced to pull him away from the crook of your neck. Pushing back sweaty, ivory bangs until Gojo can look at you properly. 

Look you right in the eye when he utters—“I’ve always wanted to be yours, too.”

Your heart leaps to your throat, and so do those words that have always, always been on the tip of your tongue. “You already are, Toru.”

Something escapes from his lips - maybe a sob, maybe a laugh. But it’s a sound that makes you beam back, though, you think you’d never be able to match the sunlight in Gojo’s smile. Instead, you take the time to memorize the crinkle of his eyes, the wink of that lil’ dimple of his. 

“My lesson number three is I love you, my girl.” ‘My girl’, he can finally say it now. 

He can finally watch your slightly surprised reaction as you hear it, kiss-bitten lips twitching upwards into a grin. “My lesson number ten is I love you, too.” 

Heart shaking, body fully shivering at the music of those words dropping from your lips. “You- you don’t know how fucking long I’ve waited to hear those words.” He nuzzles his nose against yours, still smelling of that same cherry bodywash and utter fuckin’ love. “How fucking long I’d wait just to hear it again.”

“I have a feeling you won’t have to wait long at all, Toru.” You’re combing your fingers through his angelic hair, head turning to the side with a giggle once he starts pecking your face. Your jaw. Your neck. Over and over and over– 

Only for the moment to be broken when you gasp, “Satoru.” Gojo follows your beeline of sight, straight to the top of your bedside dresser. Right where it was proudly displaying a familiar black and gold box, one with a glaring ‘XL’. “We forgot about lesson number one.”

.

.

.

You think you’d never get used to wearing Gojo’s famous 06 jersey. 

An original, of course - one that’d been safely tucked away in the back of his closet, that he absolutely refused to tell you how long he’d kept ‘just in case’ for you. 

It drew stares, though, you think part of that came from being at the very front row to the final NCAA championship game. Your eyes follow each slide of pristine sneakers, each cut-throat pass, each swat of the basketball hitting the polished court. 

Tokyo vs. Curses; it was a tie. 

And right now, you didn’t care about the gaggles of numerous fans gossiping behind your back, or the way Coach Yaga kept yelling at Gojo about showing off for you - and the fact that he was telling your boyfriend to do more of it.

To leave no mercy once Geto’s passing to him, to sprint faster with only two seconds left on the clock, to slam dunk the basketball straight through the hoop—

And that’s exactly what he does. 

A buzzer rings, and suddenly you can’t even see Gojo’s figure through the heaps of confetti bursting from the arena. In blue and white for Tokyo Jujutsu University.

Tentatively, as you’re spotting family and coaches rush onto the court, you’re taking a step. Just a single one - but Gojo always did say he could find you amongst a thousand crowds. 

Heart leading him to you. 

As the confetti and streamers phase just a little, you spot him rip out of his team hug with a call of your name. Being dragged back as MVP, Geto pauses to dap his best friend up - before thumping him on the back and letting him tear through the throng of people to get to you. 

“Excuse me- excuse-” Maneuvering nimbly with his towering figure, “Beautiful–!” He’s calling out, loud enough to turn heads. But Gojo doesn’t care, he doesn’t give a fuck. Not when he’s crashing into your arms, and murmuring into your lips. Such a loving kiss. “Beautiful.”

His grin was contagious, and somewhere in the distance you can hear his team jeer. Hell, even Yaga seems to chuckle from somewhere. “Congratulations on the slam dunk, Toru.”

“It was always for you, my girl.”

A/N. FAWK- the things I would do to have him. Can you tell I’m ovulating because I made him whimper?

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[gojos-version]

reading over my nerdjo fic and its OUT of my drafts (i have 50 drafts good lord.) works been taking up alot of my time :c i have a few half written fics i can finish off which will be easier but ! by the time my brain decides its good enough ?! might be a while..

[gojos-version]

Current boyfriend prank.

Pairings- Boyfriend! Satoru Gojo x reader

Warnings- Angst and fluff, Satoru being dramatic

Summary- Current boyfriend prank I’ve been seeing on TikTok!

Word count- 819 words!

A/n- Don’t worry lovelies I’m working on a smut at the moment so you’ll be fed! Hope you all enjoy this in the meantime! Take care and have a lovely day<3😼

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You grin, setting up your camera in front of you, positioning yourself and calling Satoru over; briefly explaining that you’re both opening blind boxes together.

You click record and try to act as nonchalant as possible. You got this.

“Hey guys I’m here with my current boyfriend-“ A loud gasp interrupts your sentence, your eyes flickering to Satoru’s figure next to yours in the frame; a horrid look on his face. He quickly fixes his expression and looks at you on the phone.

“I’m here with my current girlfriend and we’re gonna be opening blind boxes together today.” A devilish grin tugs at his face and you side eye him as he quickly reverts his face back to his nonchalant expression; shooting you an innocent look.

“Today we’ve got some hello kitty mochi blind boxes! I really want cinnamon roll but honestly they’re all way too cute I’ll be happy with anything!” You grin at your screen and hold the box in frame, giggling mentally when you see Satoru’s slight pout. Hah not so nonchalant are we now. You internally wait to see when he’d crack- knowing Satoru it won’t be long at all.

When you’re mid opening the box Satoru stops opening his and gives you the nastiest side eye- burning holes in the side of your head. You swallow the frog in your throat and try to stop your lips from twitching, to not give him any satisfaction.

“FINE! If im only your temporary boyfriend go to your new boyfriend and get him to open hello kitty blind boxes with you.” He pouts shooting up from his seat next to you and walking- more like running- off to your shared bedroom.

You blink at the camera wordlessly before stifling a laugh, taking it with you as you follow his footsteps.

“Baby?” You say quietly, no response.

You huff a sigh as you open the door softly revealing Satoru wrapped up in your blankets like a sausage roll, covering his head as he hugs his knees.

“My love?” Your soft voice rings out and you swear you hear a sniffle.

“Go away.” His voice sounds..watery? Has he been crying? Guilt washes over you and you forget you were recording, lowering your phone a bit; seeeing a bit of Satoru in the frame.

“Baby..I’m sorry it was a prank-“, “Mean! Don’t do that again. I hate your pranks. Really hurt.” His voice muffled, wordlessly you close your phone and set it down, crawling on the bed behind him.

You sit on your knees behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry, baby. Won’t do that ever again.” With that he slowly inches his body towards yours and your heart breaks seeing his blue eyes puffy.

“Sorry for being dramatic.” His voice was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Your eyes soften and you press a soft kiss to his temple. “Don’t apologise, ‘Toru. It’s not dramatic.” With that his lips follow yours as if silently asking for a kiss, so you press your lips softly against his.

The kiss is soft-passionate- but so soft, any slight movement paranoid you. You both pull away to breath when your lungs ache, your eyes widening in surprise and a squeak leaving your lips when he suddenly pins you to the bed, slithering his arms under your back with the blankets now covered around the both of you like a massive Swiss roll.

Satorus body and forehead flush against yours, his bright blue eyes boring into yours. “My pretty girl..” He murmurs, going in to peck more kisses across your lips and jaw.

“Am I still your current boyfriend?” He pulls away not breaking eye contact, “Baby, it was a prank you’re my permanent boyfriend.” He grunts and shoves his head into your neck, just hugging you silently. You play with his hair softly, letting out a low hum.

Suddenly making you jump his head shoots up, “No wait I am your current boyfriend because I’m going to be your husband. Permanently.”, A smile pulls at your lips and you cup his face; “That’s right in a way. You’re permanently my boyfriend and permanently my future husband. You’re not on a free trial.” After you say that it’s like a lightbulb lights up in his head.

He pecks your face in kisses from your cheeks to your jaw to finally on your lips. Yeah, Satoru can be very dramatic but he’s your dramatic man. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

When you posted your TikTok it blew up- You and your boyfriend cuddling and laughing at the comments.

Congratfuckyoulations

I want a man who’s not afraid to show his emotions😭

Awww so cute..! Annabelle get them..

The way he looks at her..😭 ho..

I love when hot people date hot people.

YALL TALKING ABOUT HIM BUT I WANNA KNOW WHAT WAS IN THE BLIND BOXES WHO DID YOU GETTTT

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[gojos-version]

Third times the charm!

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x reader

Summary: The three times he almost kissed you.

Warnings: None! Pure fluff :3

Word count: 2.5k <3

Proof read: Yes!

A/n: sorry for the very slow updates! I swear I’ve been writing just too busy to finish anything 😔 I’ve started work and it’s so hard to manage my time but I’ve been trying to let you guys know I’m active still by reblogging stuff !! Anyways I really hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it, have a lovely day beautifuls <3

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First year jujutsu high 2006

Apparently, there were supposed to be three other first years in your class besides yourself. You moved here hoping to understand and control your technique more but... you can’t lie to yourself that you wouldn't mind making friends who are also a part of the Jujutsu world. To convince yourself you're not weird or crazy. Thats what you tell yourself anyway. What if you don’t get along with any of them?

You swallow the lump in your throat and open the door to your room; pushing that thought aside for now. It was a decent size so you could fit plenty of stuff. Pretty generous you note.

As you’re folding your clothes and putting them in your drawer a knock! Sounds at your door, “Come in!” You yell out and the door opens almost hesitantly, a very tall boy who looks around the same age as yourself pokes his head into your room. He had white hair, bright blue eyes and you really have to bite your lip when a mental image of a dandelion flashes in your head after seeing his hair. He really needs to grow his hair out.

For a few seconds he just blinks at you with his mouth agape and you awkwardly just keep folding your clothes, “So.. what’s your name?” You decide to break the silence. Seemingly he comes out of his trance with a slight pink blush adorning his adorable cheeks, “S-satoru Gojo! I wanted to see whose room was next to mine..” He rubs the back of his neck making a smile tug at your lips in response.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Gojo. I’m Y/N. I hope we can get along.” You bear in mind how his cheeks flush even more and he stammers out a “Me too! It’s nice to meet you too!” Before he runs off with his ears hot, shutting your door a bit too hard.

You giggle softly at that and continue putting everything away.

~Months later~

“Hey! Wake upppp!! C'mon! We’re supposed to go to the movies today!” A loud voice accompanied by hands shaking you awake was the first thing that greeted you when you left your dream. You let out a grunt in acknowledgment and slowly blink your eyes open to see a very ecstatic Satoru looking down at you with Suguru next to you on your other side and Shoko behind Satoru smiling down at you.

“Heeeeyyyyy!!! Get uppp!! He-“ Satorus obnoxiously loud whines were muffled by you throwing your pillow at him, sitting up and rubbing your tired eyes. “Stop yelling.”, “Morning sunshine, it’s 9 in the morning.” Shoko coos, “Too early.” You grumble as you twist your body to the side and get up; moving around Satorus pouting figure.

“You didn’t have to throw your pillow at me.” “You’re too loud. It’s not even ten in the morning.” You sigh, getting your uniform out and putting it over your arm. “I’ll be like 5 minutes, and then we can go.” After a couple of whines from Satoru and scolding from Suguru, they all leave your room with Shoko giving you an empathetic smile.

You didn’t expect to wake up to Satorus face this morning. Your stomach flutters and a blush tingling your cheeks. Gosh get a grip of yourself. His hairs slightly growing out, but he still looks a lot like a dandelion. If anything, it’s grown half a centimeter.

You get changed and walk out to the kitchen area, sighing in relief when Shoko notices you while holding a cup of coffee for you. “My savior!” You cry out and drink it as fast as you can.

“Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Satoru chants as he speed runs out the door. “I’m ready now, I hope the movies going to be good”, “Mm me too.” Suguru replies with a soft smile then a yell at Satoru to slow down and stop running off without the rest of you.

-

“You forgot the caramel in the popcorn! This is criminal! You should be arrested! It tastes so bad now! It's flavorless!” Satorus whining and complaints filed the theatre, with Suguru and Shoko just ignoring him. “It’ll be fine. You’re a big strong man, aren’t you? You can get caramel next time.” You try to half? Reassure him and focus back on the movie.

He lets out a loud grunt and slides down his chair with a string of more grumbles under his breath. You almost want to slap his exposed forehead.

-

“This kukifuku has to be the best I’ve EVER tasted! Y/N! I’ll be generous and offer you a bite. Try some!” He pushes his half eaten kukifuku your direction making you freeze for a second. Would this be like a..indirect kiss..?

Oh.

Oh.

Okay.

“S-sure.” You voice wavers a bit and you take in his big smile. You swallow nervously and open your mouth to take a bite. Suck it up. You can do it. He probably doesn’t even mean it like that. Your teeth sink into the soft desert. He bit there a second ago. Fuck. Your eyes flit up to make eye contact with his and it’s like time stops for a second. His smile twitches and falls as if he just caught on. His eyes widening and cheeks flaring up with heat.

You pull away and chew the soft kukifuku, its flavour dancing along your tastebuds. “Tastes really good, dandelion. You were right.” You hum, you freeze when you hear not one but two laughs. Oh god. Did they see that??

“No way you guys just did an indirect kiss! Oh my god! This is gold!” Shoko wheezes out, “Gojo didn’t even know it was one I bet! Holy shit we need this recorded down! Quick! Write it down with the time!” Suguru laughs as they tease you and the very quiet dandelion besides you. Your eyes flit to Satoru and you notice how he looks like he’s two seconds away from exploding on the spot.

You’re not any better.

Definitely not.

Your heart feels like it’s going to thump out of your chest and take a walk. The both of you stay silent and flustered till the others pick up on it, “...Yo are you two good? We’re just teasing you guys.” Suguru takes a few steps forward as if discovering a new species. “I think we broke them, Geto.” Shoko sighs and with that she calls Nanami and Haibara.

You have no clue how long you’ve been standing there. Neither does Satoru.

That was the day you realised if.. you did kiss him. Maybe you wouldn’t mind.

He still looked like a dandelion though.

You sit in your dorm room reading a book you brought today, trying your best to focus on the words and not let your mind wonder to what happened earlier. A soft knock pulls you out of your thoughts. “Come in.” With that a set of white hair softly pads into your room. “Can I please sit?” He says quietly. He’s never quiet. Nervously you nod your head and he sits on the edge of your bed; next to you.

“I’m..sorry about today. I didn’t think of it like..that. I wanted to offer you some because you said you never tried it before.. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” “It’s okay, Dandelion . I didn’t think of it like that either. It’s all good.” You smile, swallowing down the feelings threatening to burst out. His cheeks flared up a deeper red hue at the nickname. Funny, he said he hated it. “But..if you wanted it to be like that..I wouldn’t mind.”

Huh.

Did he just..?

Heat decorates your cheeks and flush up your neck, “Maybe I did. If you wanted it to.” Then it was his turn to be flustered, heat crawling up his neck and ears, “Maybe..i want it to be like that now. That we're alone.” He responds, half lidded eyes flitting down to your lips. His hand slowly comes up to cup your cheek and you press a kiss next to his lips; making his lips chase yours.

Before his lips can seal yours you mumble out, “You really look like a dandelion.” He blinks at you before he bursts out laughing and you join him. “I’m sorry! I ruined the moment! I didn’t mean to- I was nervous, and it just came out!” You stammer out and he laughs, really laughs with a red tinge coating face.

He looked so.. pretty.

Second year, 2007.

Satoru grew. A lot. His hairs grown out now, so you have to stop calling him a dandelion, not to mention he’s got some..muscles now. His face accompanied by his circle sunglasses and his signature grin. The two of you haven’t exactly been..dating? You’re both aware of each other's feelings. You think. Just...nothing's happened. Besides flustered glances, lingering touches here and there you’ve been too busy to even focus on pushing it further; stuck with controlling your cursed techniques and going on missions.

Today was finally a day off. Well, only for you and Satoru, alone time if you will. Your soft footsteps padder towards the kitchen, pouring yourself a coffee and pondering on what you should do today on your day off. “We should go shopping today. ‘Ts been a while.” Satorus deep voice rings out behind you and you jump making him laugh, “Sure. I need to, I’ve grown out of most of my clothes.” You sigh. You haven’t had the time to go shopping for months.

-

“Come! Let’s check out this hot potato shop!” Satorus hand grabs yours and drags you towards the food stalls, almost making you face plant into him. “You didn’t even give me a choice- Satoru-! Slow down!” You stumble, weaving past people yelling out apologies as he drags you like a dog running off with a rope. Finally, he stops and you clutch his arm panting, trying to catch your breath and he excitedly orders whatever hot pot potato he wants. “What do you want?”, “Uh- can you order for me? Surprise me.” You say, half regretting your decision already. Finally, you get your food and sit down at a bench outside, a blossom tree surrounding the both of you.

Satoru places yours and his shopping bags on the ground next to him, you do the same with the one bag you were holding thanks to Satoru insisting on carrying yours for you. “Mmm this is so good! Have you tried yours yet??” Satoru hums, "Not yet, I'm about to." Gosh he looks like he’s in heaven eating it. You take a bite for yourself and the flavor and sensations zap all over your tongue and mouth making you hum out in pleasure, your tastebuds melting.

You both make light conversation as you finish off your meals, blossoms swirling around the both of you like a romance anime. You notice Satoru has some food next to his lips, silently as he talks you grab a napkin and wipe it off for him making him stop mid conversation. “Sorry, you had something there.” Then you look up in his eyes and time stops. It’s just you and him in the entire world, no curses, no death constantly, just you and him. No one else exists. Just the two of you. No strongest. Just your Satoru.

His eyes flit down to your soft, plump lips, his hand reaching out to thumb your bottom lip. “You're so pretty.” He says softly, leaning towards you; his breath fanning your lips. Your hands snake up to his hair, playing with it softly as your eyes flutter shut and you lean in, waiting for his lips to connect with yours. Just before your lips meet, Satoru's phone goes off making you jump apart as he answers his phone.

He smelt sweet. You wondered if he tasted sweeter.

2008 Jujutsu high graduation.

“Cmon! Get closer together! Yep! Perfect! Okay, smile!” The camera man shouts, you’re next to Satoru and Shoko. It felt a bit...hollow that Suguru wasn’t there. Satoru snakes an arm around your waist silently, pulling you subtly closer to him as if he read your mind.

You all smile as the photo flashes with a click! And just like that..graduation was over. At least you had photos to hold the memory.

Still..you and Satoru have been too busy to make it official. Riko.. Suguru.. Haibara.. too much. Though you still loved Satoru with your entire being. That never wavered or changed.

You wanted him to kiss you and make you his officially more than anything. You have for two years now. But..patience makes it worth it right..?

You swallow the frog in your throat and excuse yourself, wanting to be alone. To breathe.

You sit under the tree you all used to relax at a lot. Knees to your chest as your thoughts run wild.

Maybe Satoru.. didn’t want you? Or he didn’t know how to express it..? Doubts filled your mind making you curl into yourself more.

“Hey.” You’d recognise that sweet voice anywhere. The soft voice Satoru used on you. Only you. That honeyed sweet voice that could make you fold in less than a second. He was dangerous. You don’t make any effort to lift your head up. You just stay as you are, too tired to do anything.

You feel him sit next to you, his body heat radiating onto your side. He puts a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in circular motions. “..Sweetheart?” You hate how that nickname sends goosebumps across your entire body.

“Talk to me.”, “What are we Satoru? It’s been 2 years. This year will be the third year.” It’s silent for three seconds. Or more. “..I thought we were dating all this time..” With that your head whips up and your mouth agape, “Huh?!”

Satoru blinks at you, “We..weren’t?”, “Y-you never even asked me to be your girlfriend under a sunset! Or stars! We haven’t even had a first kiss! Have we even-!” You ramble on; you miss the lovestruck gaze he gave you. Wordlessly Satoru shuffles in front of you, eye level with you and cupping your face with both of his hands. His bright blue eyes stare into yours, making a flush rise to your cheeks and ears.

“I’m sorry. I’m not that good with emotions or words but.. when you kissed my cheek in first year I kind of.. thought we were dating? Because no one’s ever done that to me let alone ever seen me like that. That’s why I assumed we were dating- I didn’t say anything because well- it’s embarrassing but you’re my first! I’ve never loved anyone and-“ You cut his rambling off with a soft peck to the corner of his mouth making a stuttered gasp escape him.

“You stupid boy. I love you so much. I’ve always been yours.” With that he presses his lips against yours, sealing the both of you together; sealing your affection. He deepens the kiss making a breathy gasp leave your lips; which he greedily swallows up.

He maps your mouth out with his tongue pinning yours before he pulls away with his chest heaving.

Yeah. He tasted sweeter.

“Third times the charm.” He grins against you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “More like three years.” But he wasn’t wrong, after all they do say third time’s the charm and in this instance it really was.

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[gojos-version]

Men moaning, men whimpering, men crying, men growling, men groaning, men begging, men yearning, men pleading, men who are desperate, men who are givers, men who are touchy, men who are switchy…the list goes on

[gojos-version]

brushing your teeth after sex and satoru treats it like a crime and is all pouty like you’re trying to erase him from your mouth

[gojos-version]

Nerd satoru playing video games like Fortnite with his friends and you’re bored and suck him off under his setup and he struggles to play and stay quiet….yeah…

[gojos-version]

The reason I love the friends to lovers troupe so much is because that’s the only hope I have of finding a relationship for myself. Being friends with me first and knowing all of me then it turning into more… that’s the only way I believe it’ll ever happen. I don’t think I’m attractive enough for it to happen a different way therefore I’m so doomed😭🙏

[gojos-version]

Dilf Toji Drabble

Toji over the years has gained weight; not implying that he’s fat and doesn’t have muscles because he still definitely stays in shape, but with the bulking he’s started doing, that’s making you go feral.

Every time he comes home from the gym you basically jump him. He always comes home his dirty gym shirt stuck to his skin and his shorts riding down low enough to see his happy trail and v-line.

You can’t help but ride his dick on the couch hoping megumi doesn’t come home early and is hanging out with Yuji.

Toji doesn’t know why you act like this all of a sudden,but he’s not complaining. It’s nice to wake up to you helplessly fingering yourself while thinking about his fat cock breaking your pussy.

Every morning once he wakes up you’re on your knees ready to suck his dick and help him with his morning wood since you’re such a good wife and Toji loves it’s

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A/n- literally like the most smuttiest thing I’ve ever wrote pls tell me if I should write more stuff like this; this is honestly just to see how well people like it

[gojos-version]

୨୧ — Gojo's hands shake like he's eighteen again, gripping your hips with white knuckled desperation, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" his vocabulary reduced to caveman like grunts when you're under him like this, years of experience apparently meaning jack shit when your legs wrap around his waist.

He's all stuttering rhythm and graceless hunger, like he forgot how bodies work. One second he's jackhammering into you with supernatural speed, the next he's frozen completely, forehead pressed to your collarbone, panting like he just ran a marathon because your warmth threatens to undo him entirely... "Jesus, you’re…" He breaks off with a choked laugh, hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, been too long since I- shit, do that thing again. With your tongue again, please. Right there."

His demand is adorably needy, punctuated by a sharp, sloppy thrust as you scrape your teeth against the tendon of his neck, just how he likes it~.

Everything about his technique is pure chaos. No finesse, just raw need and that stupid boyish grin even when he's buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick.

When you arch beneath him, a low moan tearing from your throat, your cunt clamps down hard around his cock. It’s a vice grip, a sudden, violent spasms that rippled through your entire body… Satoru’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. And for a moment, he forgets his name, yours, and any word that isn’t an expletive as you completely come undone.

It’s not just a flutter, not just a wetness, but a gush. Hot, sudden. A flood of your release soaking his entire cock, his balls, the thick thatch of white hair at his base. It rushes out of you in thick, uncontrollable waves, splattering onto his sheets beneath your ass with an audible wet splssh. The sound is obscene. Juices slicking his length, dripping down him, making his thrusts messy- obscenely wet.

"Did you just-? His voice is thick with pure awe, breathless. The stupid grin returns as he drives into that soaked cunt of yours, feeling the slick mess coating him. "Whoa! Youre like a little Squirtle." The ridiculous Pokémon joke tumbles out mid thrust… He’s so fucking pleased with himself, he almost fumbles his rhythm entirely,"Get it? 'Cause you just squir—"

"Satoru, I swear to God-" you gasp, but the protest is cut off as he angles his hips sharply, burying himself impossibly deeper.

"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more-"

The new angle hits that spongy spot inside you dead on, hard. A choked cry rips from you, followed instantly by another gush, soaking him further, the sheets beneath you now a dark, soaked circle.

But there’s something beautiful about how he fucks when he's like this- like he's afraid you'll disappear- like if he doesn't fill you up immediately you'll change your mind. Like he wants to leave a piece of himself with you, so you won't forget him.

[gojos-version]

dont flirt w me unless you want me to daydream abt us fucking

[gojos-version]

“Screw you”

The door slams hard behind you, shaking in its frame and you’re pacing across the apartment, hair wild and messy, breath short, heart hammering in your chest. Toji’s following behind you, towel slung low on his hips—fresh from the shower with water dripping down the hallway carpet as he watches you from under that furrowed brow.

“You’re so fucking impossible!” you yell, spinning around to face him, fists clenched at your sides. “You never listen—ever! It’s always what you want, what you think is right!”

He chuckles and it’s low and infuriating, like he’s mocking you for being so cute when you’re mad. “Maybe that’s ‘cause I’m right most of the time, baby,” he says, voice flat and calm in that cocky way that makes you want to scream.

“God, you’re such a dick,” you snap, stepping toward him, your chest heaving in rage as you point your finger at him. “I don’t even know why I bother talking to you when you’re like this”.

“Then don’t.” He shrugs, turning around like he’s done. Like the argument doesn’t even matter. “Walk away if it’s so hard”.

That’s when you lose it. You storm up behind him and shove his shoulder. “Screw you, Toji”.

He stops in his tracks. Doesn’t turn around and stands still for a long, dangerous second.

Then he tilts his head just slightly, voice dropping into that low, threatening drawl that makes your blood go cold. “What’d you say to me?”

You stand your ground with pride, chin lifted—trying not to flinch under the weight of his stare when he finally turns with his eyes narrowed. “I said screw you”.

His tongue rolls behind his teeth, jaw tightening—then he lunges.

You barely have time to yelp before he’s got you in your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind him with a loud thud, grabbing the back of your neck with his big hand, and bending you over the mattress with no warning.

“You wanna run your mouth like a fucking disrespectful brat?” he snarls, yanking his towel off and shoving your panties down in one go, baring your ass to him and the cool air. “Then take what comes with it”.

He spits on your cunt, a huge chunk of spit dripping down your folds and onto the sheets—not even bothering to prep more than that as he’s rubbing his plump cockhead against your slit until you’re squirming—still pissed, still breathing hard, but already wet for him.

“You think I won’t?” he growls, and then—

He’s in.

All the way to the fucking hilt. No slow build-up or teasing. Just a filthy, full-bodied thrust from the massive older man that punches the breath right out of your lungs.

You lurch forward with a gasp, face smushed into the bedsheets, your fingers desperately clawing at the mattress as he brutally pounds into you like he’s punishing you.

“Yeah,” he huffs, hips snapping into yours as both of his thumbs dig into your asscheek, heavy balls slapping wet against your clit. “Tell me to screw you again. Fucking say it, baby”.

Your voice breaks around a whimper. “T-Toji—”

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back to look at him. “No, say it right. ‘Screw you,’ remember? Big talk for a little girl who’s about to cream on my cock”.

You try to spit some venom back, some kind of comeback—but all that leaves your mouth is a pathetic moan as he angles deeper, bullying that sweet spot inside you with every stroke of dick and it annoys you even make at how good he’s making you feel.

He doesn’t let up. One hand on your hip, the other dragging down your spine to make your arch deeper, his voice all grit and heat in your ear.

“Fucking mouthy little brat,” he grunts. “Needed this, huh? Needed me to shut you up. Always talking back, always pushing me—this what you wanted?”

Your answer is another helpless whine, your cunt squelching loudly around his cock with every punishing thrust, your body already twitching from the edge you’re climbing way too fast.

He leans over you, his heavy bodyweight pressing down and smushing you to the mattress, cock buried so deep it feels like he’s in your guts. His breath is hot and ragged at your neck.

“I’ll screw you so fucking hard you forget your own name,” he growls. “Put a baby in this smart-ass pussy and see how much talking you do with your belly all round and heavy for me”.

Your body jolts—walls clenching and clamping tightly around his shaft like you’re silently telling him ‘YESYESYES’. Your cunt gushing milky white streaks around him like a faucet as you sob into the sheets. “T-Toji—fuck—I’m—”

“Cum,” he commands, hand gripping your throat, his thrusts turning downright vicious now. “Fucking cum for me. Let it out. Cry on this dick, baby, go on”.

You break—coming so hard your legs give out beneath you, shaking and twitching while he keeps fucking through it, using your soaked cunt like its a toy for him.

He groans behind you, deep and rough and it’s so fucking sexy. “Fuck—you’re tight—goddamn—”

Then he pulls you back on his cock by the neck, holding you there while he pounds you harder and faster till the headboard is rattling against the wall while he’s growling deep in your ear, “You’re gonna take this load, sweetheart. You earned it. Every drop, disobedient fucking slut”.

He finally releases his seed deep, his hips pressed flush to your ass and cock buried all the way him, pulsing and spilling inside you—you feel him twitch and curse against your skin.

Toji collapses over your back, his breath heavy with sweat dripping onto your shoulder as you both lay there, spent, sticky, flushed.

He mutters against your neck with a mocking laugh, almost smug: “Told you I was right”.

And all you can do is whimper, completely and utterly wrecked.

[gojos-version]

At work and all I can think of is satoru bending me over a table and pounding into me in the staff room till the floor beneath us is all slippery with my slick and his cum dripping out of me as he overfills me.

[gojos-version]

It is CANON in jjk there is NO form of incest stepcest or inbreeding and it is CANON there NEVER will be.

It is CANON in jjk there is NO form of incest, stepcest  or inbreeding. 

It is CANON there is NO form of incest, stepcest or inbreeding in Gojos family and there NEVER will be.

It is CANON there is NO form of incest, stepcest or inbreeding in megumis family and there NEVER will be.

It is CANON there is NO form of incest, stepcest or inbreeding in Nanamis family and there NEVER will be.

It is CANON there is NO form of incest, stepcest or inbreeding in Getos family and there NEVER will be.

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It is CANON Gojo does NOT support and is NOT into any type step cest and he NEVER will be.

It is CANON megumi does NOT support and is NOT into any type step cest and he NEVER will be.

It is CANON Nanami does NOT support and is NOT into any type step cest and he NEVER will be.

It is CANON Geto does NOT support and is NOT into any type step cest and he NEVER will be.

It is CANON there is NO form of stepcest in jjk and there NEVER will be.

Erm we know this and here I got excited and thought it was a fic request 😔 maybe write this to blogs that ACTUALLY write incest.