⌗︙・meeting fuckboy gojo at a frat party ⸜⸜・
gojo is a fuckboy and he knows it about himself. so when you show up to his party, he's all over you.
"are you new?" he asks you, his hard on already digging into your back. you've heard those rumors about satoru gojo but you never thought he would be that quick to find a new meat - you.
"yeah, fuck off." you say, shoving him away so that you can pour yourself a drink. gojo is not having any of it.
"why don't you wanna have some fun with me?" his hand strokes your shoulder and you can feel his breath on your neck.
"i am not looking for a hook up. im trying to get to know people." you explain to him and you can basically see the wheels in his brain turning.
"alright... we can get to know each other first."
"gojo, too rough." you moan, grabbing his hand that's around your neck. he just chuckles, angling his thrusts so he can touch your g spot with every thrust. you trash under him on the bed, the pleasure and overstimulating are both so addicting. and satoru knows it, that's why he gives you more and more.
he's not even done with you and your pussy already hurts because of how big he is. he is a known fuckboy, of course he's gonna be huge.
"you gonna cum for me, huh?" he smirks at you, one hand pinching your nipple. he knows you like it and that's why he does it again. you cum on his cock as gojo pinches your tits. maybe you're a masochist after all.
"im gonna cum inside of that pussy. i hope you're on a birth control." within few thrusts, he's cumming inside of your pussy, filling you up nicely. you feel guilt that you let him cum inside, at least you are on a birth control.
"do you do this with every girl? ask them if they're on birth control when you're about to cum?" you ask him, irritation clear in your voice. he laughs at your comment, "they all want me so they get on birth control just from me."
you roll your eyes at him, "i do not want you."
"oh, you will, don't worry. once i get to know your pussy more."
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I need to bite sukunas biceps SO BADDD
Im so atrociously down bad for this man 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
LUCKY FOR BOTH OF US, I CAN MAKE THAT HAPPEN!
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Sukuna's been... bulked, these days.
Even from the beginning stages of your relationship, he's always had muscle, but lately he's been focusing more on weights to really, really bulk those muscles. His thighs strain in his pants, his pecs are tight in his shirts, and every now and again, some threads pop as he tugs his shirts over his bulging biceps.
Biceps that have swollen massively in the few weeks of his program, biceps that wrap snugly around you when cuddling, biceps that you can't help but stare at as he moves and goes about his day.
Even now, as he stands in front of the fridge with his lips tucked into the spout of apple juice, the arm holding the jug is flexed slightly as his adams apple bobs from swallowing the sweet juice. You sink your teeth into your lip as he finally turn to face you. "What're you looking at?"
"Just you, violating my apple juice," you sigh, but in reality, your mouth waters at the muscles shifting as he shrugs. you slowly approach him with your eyes fixated on his arm, and one you get to a close proximity, you hook your arms through his and hold it close, nose burying against the muscle and relishing in the smell of his cheap body wash.
So good...
"Didn't want to waste a cup, didn't expect you to be awake, so I just- OWWWWWHATTHEFUCK?!"
You bite him. Hard.
You're not entirely sure when, or why, but you turn your head to sink your teeth into his skin and muscle, chomping down roughly once you make contact. Your nails dig into the other parts of his arm, as if to keep it from moving as he shakes you to get off. "THAT HURTS, STOP-"
You shake your head, and flick your eyes up at his. His face is scrunched in annoyance, but there's no real rage in his eyes, just confusion and discomfort. He uses his free hand, the hand currently not being absolutely chomped on, to try and push your head back, only being released when your giggles make yourself falter. He whines and looks down at the red, perfect imprint of your teeth on his bicep before flicking his gaze back to you. "ARE YOU INSANE?"
"You just looked too yummy," you explain calmly, admiring the blooming mark on his bicep. “The demons told me to.”
“I will fucking kill you and your demons,” he growls, his thick hand coming up to cradle his arm. “Get away from me you feral, feral being.”
You grin up at him, “I’m gonna bite you again.”
His eyes harden, “you wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I dare.”
“Get away from me,” he says, a panic in his voice as you nod and step towards him. “Get aWAY-“
“IM GONNA BITE YOU!”
“FUCK AWAY FROM ME-“
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