#fratboy gojo

[fvsm4x]

Loser/nerdy gf x fratboy gojo satoru

You sat at your small desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose as you diligently studied for your upcoming exam. The desk lamp cast a warm, focused light, creating a cozy bubble of concentration.

Gojo Satoru lay sprawled out on your bed, flipping through his phone, but his attention kept drifting to you. He admired the way you bit your lip when you were deep in thought and the way your hair fell across your face. He had promised to give you space to study, but every minute felt like an hour, and he was growing increasingly impatient.

“You,” he called softly, hoping to catch your attention.

“Hmm?” you responded, not looking up from your notes.

“You’ve been studying for hours. Don’t you think it’s time for a break?”

You glanced at him briefly, giving him a small smile. “I just need to finish this chapter, Satoru. It’s really important.”

He pouted, rolling over onto his stomach to face you. “But I miss you,” he said, his voice taking on a playful whine.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you tried to focus on your textbook. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’m just a guy who misses his girlfriend,” he murmured, sliding off the bed and walking over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently massaging them. “Can you blame me?”

A shiver ran down your spine, and you tried to ignore the way your heart sped up. “Satoru, I really need to—”

He cut you off with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a way that was both tender and demanding. Your protest melted away as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding from your shoulders to wrap around your waist. The pen you had been holding fell to the desk, forgotten, as you responded to his touch.

“Baby…” he whispered against your lips. “You need a break.”

You laughed softly, turning in your chair to face him. “You’re not going to let me study, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he said with a grin, capturing your lips again. This kiss was more intense, more urgent. He lifted you from the chair, carrying you over to the bed with ease.

Your hands roamed over his back, your fingers tangling in his hair as your kisses grew more passionate. He laid you down gently on the bed, his body hovering over yours. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, finding that sensitive spot that made you gasp.

“Satoru…” you whispered, your voice trembling “I really need to study.”

“Just a little longer,” he murmured against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your sides. “Then you can go back to studying.”

You sighed, knowing you were powerless to resist him. And truth be told, you didn’t want to. You pulled him closer, your lips finding his in a kiss that conveyed everything you felt for him. Your tongues danced together, a perfect rhythm that left you both breathless.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, the world outside fading away as you lost yourselves in each other. Gojo’s hands roamed over you, his touch igniting a fire within you. You arched into him, your body responding to his every move.

You broke apart for a moment, both gasping for air. Gojo looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of adoration and mischief. “I love you, you know that?”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, Satoru. But I really do need to study.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back beside you. “Fine, fine. But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

You laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

With one last lingering kiss, you reluctantly pulled away and returned to your desk. As you settled back into your studies, you felt his eyes on you, a constant reminder of his presence and his love. And though you tried to focus, the warmth of his kisses and the promise of more to come lingered in the back of your mind, making you smile.

© fvsm4x 2023/4 : do not translate, plagiarise or steal my work.

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[unknownmads]

i’m so obsessed with the idea of Frat guy/popular Gojo and Weird girl Y/n.

Y/n who’s a little rough around the edges but actually really kind.

Y/n who has dyed hair and eccentric style,

Y/n who doesn’t take bullshit

Y/n whose music is a bit out there or odd.

And Frat Boy gojo who is absolutely Smitten by her. falling in love with her style and attitude alike.

Frat Boy gojo who saw her getting harassed at one of his Fraternity’s parties and was about to step in when she was already was a step ahead of him. The guy bothering her having tried to grab her ass under her skirt y/n quickly turning around slapping him so hard it Gojo winced at the sight. Then she cussed the man out about manners before storming off. He never got her name but he knew how badly he wanted her since that night.

Frat Boy Gojo who spent the rest of the night trying to find Y/n only to find out she left not long after the incident. Sighing as he spends the rest of the night trying to find out her name.

Frat Boy Gojo who now sees her everywhere, always managing to spot her around campus on her way to class she’s all he can see. Who spends half his time stalking her socials shamelessly following her impatiently waiting for her follow back.

Frat Boy Gojo who asks everyone he can about Y/n needing to know all he can about her.

Frat Boy Gojo whose heart starts to race when he gets the notification that she followed him back. Liking a few of his posts along the way.

Frat Boy Gojo who feels as if the universe is on his side when he spots Y/n in the campus cafe on her computer mindlessly sipping her drink. The big Window she’s seated in giving him a full view of her outfit that day. Quickly making his way to the Cafe and ordering a drink of his and walking to your table and speaking sweetly with his signature charming smile.

“Hey is this seat taken?”

Frat Boy Gojo who swears he’s going to faint when you finally look up at him a sweet smile on your face as you speak to him in a quiet voice. Who almost bursts out laughing as he remembers the night he first saw you mentally laughing at the switch.

“oh no it’s not. go ahead”

Frat Boy Gojo who spends the rest of his time in the cafe chatting with you trying to make you smile and laugh.

Frat Boy Gojo who mentally signs away his old life as he hears you laugh at his cheesy flirting and puns. His heart racing out of his chest the entire time he speaks to you. You’re sarcastic come backs matching his puns. He’s already married and has two kids with you in his mind at this point.

Weird Girl Y/n who is a little shocked when Satoru gojo follows her but deciding to just brush it off and follow him back. Looking through his posts mindlessly liking a few.

Weird Girl Y/n who’s even more shocked to see that same man at the cafe she was studying in now asking for a seat at her table.

Weird Girl Y/n who can’t help but laugh at his silly attempts of flirting and cheesy puns. She know his reputation but it’s not as if she’s doesn’t also have one of her own.

✮❀✮

this was just racking in my brain i love when those popular guys date weird emo chicks and i just feel gojo would be absolutely SMITTEN by a Y/n who dressed very eccentric and stood out by her style. After like so many sorority girls i think y/n would seem like a breath of fresh air to him.

i also fully believe this same situation would happen with Atsumu Miya, or Yuji.

[idiotgojo]

Pls I'm going insane. There aren't enough Fratboy gojo and geto fics or hca out there 😞

[gojoscinnamonroll]

the only frat boys ill EVER be into

choso added to the frat mix oh someone save him

[prettiedup]

u have such a sensitive gag reflex and satoru knows it. which is why when he finally convinces u to suck his dick he holds ur head in place and thrusts his cock as far as ur throat would allow. seein ur eyes roll back nd u gaggin, thick strings of drool getting all over ur face nd his cock, ur nose becomin dirtier da more he forces u to gag around him, u look so nasty. nd ur sounds, da sound of ur throat threatening to release wtv u ate prior to dis. nd becus hes sooo mean, when hes done cummin wif loud pornographic moans, he quickly pinches ur nose. ur forced to swallow all of his thick cum.

he lets go of ur nose once he feels like u’ve swallowed it all. “stick ur tongue out .”

and you do so, obediently.

“fuckin slut.” toru mumbles before sticking two of his long fingers down ur throat, watchin as u begin gagging once again.

[annievrse]

glitch

satoru x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: based on glitch by taylor swift, or you and satoru are hooking up with no feelings attached. well, at least that was the original plan. warnings: fratboy!satoru, suggestive but no actual smut, swearing, shoko/suguru, situationship, gojo being a bit of a douche, mentions of vomit & alcohol (gojo is ooc w/ the alcohol), jealousy, one oc (kenji) in case u are wondering who tf he is. a/n: from my other account & rewritten for my baby w/c: 4.4k

“Are you coming to the party tonight? Or do I need to drag you there by your ankles?” Shoko asked, hands on her hips as she stood in your bedroom doorway. She was dressed and ready to go, head tilted as she observed you in the pink flannelette pyjama set she bought for you. 

“I don’t want to go, Sho. I feel a migraine coming on.” Lie. 

Shoko rolled her eyes as you dramatically dragged the back of your hand across your forehead. “You’ve gotta be kidding.” 

You shook your head. “I would never.” 

Shoko sighed and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. “Okay, have fun on your own. I hope you feel better,” She pouted before turning and leaving. “Bitch.” 

Your jaw dropped open, a smile forming on your lips as Shoko laughed loudly. “Love you!” 

Shaking your head, you tapped your phone screen, seeing a message. “Love you, too. Don’t have too much fun with me!” 

“I would never,” Shoko threw your words back at you as she shut the front door to your shared apartment. 

The vibrations of the door closing reverberated throughout the flat, confirming Shoko’s departure. You quickly opened up your messages. 

Satoru She gone? 

You Yep

You locked your phone and got out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. You stripped out of the long pyjamas and threw on pyjama shorts and a tank top, quickly brushing your teeth and flattening your hair. 

A quiet knock on the front door signalled Satoru’s arrival, and you washed out your mouth and ran to the door to greet him. 

He stood tall in the hallway, a black hoodie and his hair loose, the white strands looking slightly dull in the warm light. 

“Hey,” You smiled at him, heat rising to your cheeks as you watched his eyes trail down your body from behind his round black sunglasses despite the darkness outside. 

He didn't say anything as he stepped forward to capture your lips with his, a cheeky smirk on his mouth. You had half a mind to close and lock the door behind him as he walked you back into the living area, his hands on your hips. 

“Nice to see you,” You mumbled bitterly on his lips. Gojo laughed when he felt you pull on the ends of his hair. 

He leaned back from your face, his eyes heavy and dimples visible. “I know you missed me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his bicep. "Dick."

Satoru laughed, pursing his lips in mischief.

Sighing, you slid your hands to his waist while he moved to your cheeks. 

“Not going to the party?” You asked, already knowing his answer.

He scoffed and kissed your forehead, leaving his lips there. “Can’t.” 

“Why?” You teased, shoving your hands under his hoodie to run your fingers along the skin of his abdomen. 

He shivered and looked down at you. “Got a hot date.” 

Your eyes widened, and your lips opened in false shock. Satoru’s fingertips traced your jaw softly, his head tilting with eyes full of desire. 

“A hot date, yeah?” 

His lips on yours stopped you, and you pushed his hair off his forehead, running your hands back to sit behind his neck. Satoru laid you on the couch, toeing his shoes off. He climbed on top of you, his long limbs covering you. 

Satoru pulled away, his nose brushing yours. “Some would go as far as to say the hottest date ever.” 

You shook your head shyly, laughing with your hands in his hair. As his mouth moved to your neck, you brought him closer. 

You felt Satoru’s teeth on your skin as he grinned. 

“When’s Shoko back?” He muttered, continuing his attack on your neck. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed his thigh between your legs. “Later.” 

Satoru paused and pulled away. “I need specifics.” 

You sighed and looked at the ceiling, furrowing your eyebrows at his antics. “Like, 11.” 

He smiled again and pecked your lips. “Perfect.” 

Shoko’s yelling from the kitchen woke you up. You rolled over in bed, body aching as you reached for the pillow beside you and shoved your head under it. “Y/n, get out here right now!” 

Usually, you could tell the difference between Shoko’s exclamations of excitement, joy, anger, exasperation, and upset. But right now, it was a mixture of all five that scared you the most. 

You hopped out of bed, and when you realised your bare body, you tossed on a hoodie that had previously been on the floor. “Just a second!” 

Shoko was pacing; you could tell. You combed through your memories of last night, blushing at the thought of most of them, but you couldn’t remember forgetting anything in the living room. 

Opening your bedroom door, Shoko walked back and forth between the kitchen counter and couch, her thumbnail between her teeth. 

“Sho,” You said, catching her attention. The brunette’s head shot up at the sound of your voice, and she rushed over. 

“Suguru and I kissed last night!” She exclaimed, latching onto the backs of your arms. 

Your mouth hung open at the news, although your heart lept for her. “No way.” 

“And then I asked him if it was good,” She cringed, screwing her eyes shut.

You scrunched your nose. “You didn’t.” 

“I did!” Shoko gasped. “He’s our best friend. Why would I do something so stupid?”

“Shoko!” You interrupted her anxiety-ridden questions. “He’s known and liked you forever. Suguru wouldn’t ruin your friendship like that. He knew what he was doing when he kissed you.” 

Shoko sighed and tilted her head. 

“Shit,” Her voice was higher than usual as she pondered your response. “Okay. That made me feel better.” She let go of your arms. 

“Seriously?” 

Shoko nodded and then groaned. “We have to see him this afternoon.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Satoru invited us to the house to hang out this afternoon. So, Suguru will be there, obviously.” 

Satoru and Suguru were part of a frat, so they lived in a house, not a college dorm or an apartment. You had been there countless times during college due to the parties they threw, but mostly because you were in a friend group with the boys, Shoko and Utahime, whom you hadn’t seen in a while. 

The problem was, nobody knew you and Satoru were seeing each other—it was more of a friends-with-benefits situation than a secret relationship deal, much to your dismay. 

But, at the sound of his name, you blanched. Shoko had turned around to pace again so she didn’t see your surprised expression. “Uh—Yeah, okay. Sounds good.” 

She spun around sharply. “Why did you hesitate?” 

 “I didn’t,” Your eyes widened.

But Shoko shook her head. “You did. Why? Is it Satoru?” 

Your breath got stuck in your throat. “No, why would it be him?” 

Shoko shrugged. “He just wasn’t there last night. Someone said he was on a date, and I was going to ask you if you knew, but I suspected it was a sensitive topic for you because you have a crush on him.” 

You sighed in relief, masking it as a disappointed one. “Who he dates is none of my business. And I don’t have a crush on him.” 

“But it is! You’re best friends; did he not tell you?” Shoko said, ignoring the last part of your sentence. 

“No, Shoko.” 

She gasped. “What a dick.” 

Then, with a flick of her hand, she walked back to her room. “I’ll get it out of him one way or another.” 

When Shoko closed her bedroom door, you wiped your eyes with your fists to rid your eyelids of images of Satoru from last night. 

At 4 pm, you and Shoko stood outside Satoru and Suguru’s frat house. It was much cleaner than the others but still held a faint stench of alcohol and sensuality—much like every fraternity house. 

“It’ll be okay, Sho. It’s just Suguru, who you’ve known for ages. Nothing to be afraid of,” You reassured Shoko as you knocked on the door. Usually, you would walk straight in, but from recent experiences, you’ve learned to wait and give the other house members a warning before entering. 

“I could say the same thing about Satoru. He’s not scary, Y/n; just talk to him,” She replied. 

You felt guilty for not telling her about you and Satoru’s situationship. It was years in the making. 

“Hey, losers,” A voice you would know anywhere spoke when he opened the door. You looked up at him through your lashes as he grinned at you. 

Satoru wore a black shirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was loose with his neck and hickeys exposed. 

Shoko gasped at the sight of them. “So you did go on a date last night!” She pointed at him, and Satoru gave her a tight-lipped smile. 

“Not that I’m trying to hide it, but how does everyone know?” He asked, glancing at you. 

“Not everyone,” Shoko poked her thumb in your direction. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell Y/n.” 

Satoru’s eyebrows jerked upward. “I didn’t tell anyone directly, Shoko.” 

The shorter girl hummed and slipped inside through the gap between Satoru and the doorframe. “I’m watching you, Gojo.” 

He rolled his eyes and turned to face you when Shoko was gone. “Hi.” 

You smiled at him. “Hello, Satoru. Have a good night?” 

“Great night, actually. Thanks for asking,” He smirked, stepping aside to let you inside. 

You could feel Satoru’s eyes on you throughout the afternoon and into the night. You had snuck a few glances at most for fear the others would notice, but Satoru didn’t have a care in the world. He openly stared at you, drinking in your body while swimming in thoughts from the night before. 

Shoko had been looking between the two of you, connecting the dots in her head while she and Suguru spoke softly. They had been trying to figure out the odd behaviour of their best friends for a while, feigning innocence when asked about it. From disappearing at the same time during classes to making excuses on nights of planned events, they quickly realised that you and Satoru were together, and it was just a matter of time before everyone else came to the same conclusion. 

It seemed Utahime was next as she glanced at Shoko before she spoke. Shoko shook her head, but it was too late to intervene. 

“Satoru?” Utahime snapped. Her face was void of emotion as she called him. 

“Yeah?” His gaze lazily swung to her, a dimple visible as he smirked. He hadn’t been bothered to tuck the loose hair behind his ears, allowing a few strands to hang over his eyes, something he knew you loved.

“Aren’t you getting bored ogling Y/n?” 

Suguru, Shoko, a few other frat boys, and their guests looked in Satoru’s direction and then yours. 

Satoru shrugged, his gaze leaving her to focus on you again. “No.” 

You felt heat rush your cheeks as his eyes looked directly into yours across the room. 

“What about your date last night? Wouldn’t she be upset you’re checking out another girl?” Hana, one of the sorority girls, asked. Her friends around her whacked her shoulders after she spoke. 

Satoru exhaled deeply and then stood up. He didn’t reply as he walked into the kitchen. 

“Satoru?” Hana called. 

“Yes, Hana?”

“Who was the girl?” 

Satoru returned to the living room with a beer bottle in his hand. “Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s business but my own.” 

You felt a sharp pang in your chest. 

“But everyone wants to know. Is she your girlfriend?” 

Satoru poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and let out an easy laugh. The room grew quiet as everyone listened in. 

“No, Hana. She’s not,” His forefinger brushed the side of his nose. 

“Does she even go to college? Is she older?” Hana giggled with a few of the other girls. Their laughter made you bite your bottom lip in discomfort. “Is it someone’s mom?” 

The other frat boys hollered at the mention of an older woman, but Satoru glanced at you while the girls were conspiring, annoyance painting his features. A muscle in his jaw twitched. 

“Why does it matter?” He spat, sitting on the couch. He raised an eyebrow at her and watched Hana shrink in her seat. 

“I guess it doesn’t, jeez,” Hana had a look of disgust on her face. “Dickhead.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” Satoru stood up again with his hands out in front of him, the neck of the bottle swinging between his fingers. “But at least I’m not one of those people like you who get off on gossiping about other people’s lives. Fuck off.” 

The room sat in awkward silence, so Satoru threw his arm up and took the stairs two at a time to get to his room quicker. 

Shoko winced, her teeth together as she looked at you in question. You widened your eyes and shook your head in unknowing. 

Someone across the room cleared their throat and started chatting again to break the tension. 

“We should go,” Shoko said to Suguru, getting your attention. Then she kissed him and hopped off the lounge. “Let’s go.” 

Your eyes widened at your best friends' interaction, and you followed her out, waving back at Suguru. 

“I should’ve followed him,” You said as you got into the passenger seat of Shoko’s car. 

“Why?” She asked, and you knew she knew. You gave her a deadpan look, and she gasped and turned to face you in the small car. 

“You bitch! You and Satoru are dating!” Her smile was wide. 

You scrunched up your face. “What? No, we’re not dating.”  

Shoko’s face dropped, confusion replacing her once excited manner. “What?” 

“We’re not dating. We’re, like, you know,” You avoided telling it how it was. It hurt you too much sometimes. 

“Fucking?” 

You cringed. “Yeah.” 

Shoko shrugged and turned her key in the ignition. She could tell you didn’t want to speak on it further. “Better than not, right?” 

You sighed, smiling sadly at her. “Sometimes.” 

Satoru had briefly mentioned he was coming over. You warned Shoko that he would be over, to which she giggled. 

“I can’t believe it,” She sighed. “The two biggest losers in the universe are hooking up. And nobody figured it out until now. Insanity.”

You ignored her as you gave your eyelashes a final swipe of mascara. Shoko sat on your bed and watched you finish up your preparation. She found it fascinating that you had kept this a secret for so long despite her purposeful attempts at making you slip up. 

“You’re being safe, right?” Her tone was laced with concern, and you were surprised at her sudden question. 

You nodded and spun around on the floor in front of the mirror. “Nothing to worry about, Sho.” 

“I mean emotionally. Is being with him like this worth it? Is it what you want?” You know she didn’t mean any harm; she was just asking the real questions, but the sudden turn in conversation had you reeling. 

You sighed and turned back to the mirror, a blush brush between your fingers. 

“No, I don’t think so,” You refused to think about the future and how this situation would affect your friendship in the long run. Maybe you would’ve asked him out in another life instead of suggesting this.

Shoko nodded and decided not to press further. She put a smile on her face; whether it was false for your sake, you didn’t ask. 

“What time did you say he was getting here?” She sat scrutinising her dark nail polish as she asked. 

You glanced at your phone lock screen. “Now.” 

Shoko simply laughed and stood up, hearing the expected knock on the front door. 

“Don’t embarrass him too much.”

“I will,” She winked and went to greet him. 

Shoko opened the front door, and by the look on Satoru’s face, he wasn’t expecting to see her. 

Satoru stammered before he spoke. “Shoko! Hi, how are you?” His voice twinged with unusual nervousness, and he shoved his hands in his pockets. Shoko smiled sarcastically at him. 

“I didn’t know you were coming over tonight,” Then she peered into the hallway. “Is Suguru coming up too?”

“Uhm, uh, no. I just need to help Y/n with something.”

“What? Classwork, notes, outfit options?” She squinted at him in suspicion. 

Satoru smiled awkwardly at her. “Yeah, uh, class stuff.” 

“What class?” 

“You know….” His cheeks flushed a light red, a laugh escaping his lips. 

Shoko furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. He was awful at lying when put on the spot, but she guessed that was a good thing. Satoru tucked his hair behind his ear and refused to meet her eyes.

“You are hopeless,” Shoko sighed. “Well, I gotta get going; I’m meeting Suguru for dinner.” 

She turned and walked back inside to grab her bag. Shoko brushed past you in the hallway. “Come on! He's so bad at this,” She exasperated. All you did was laugh, and then Shoko squeezed past Satoru to leave. 

“You have fun now!” Shoko winked and Satoru paled. 

Once Satoru knew she was in the elevator, he shut the door behind him, and you walked out of your room to see him wringing out his hands anxiously. 

“Nice chat with Shoko?” 

Satoru sighed and shook his head, breaking a smile. “Fuck. You didn’t tell me she would be here.” 

You put your hands up in surrender. “You told me when you were coming over.” 

He nodded and walked toward you. “Guess I should’ve asked first.” 

“No, that was pretty entertaining,” You contemplated, looking into his eyes. The blue turned darker the longer you stood there. 

“You’re so—” Satoru grabbed at your waist, tickling your sides. You screamed in laughter, trying to push his hands off you. 

“Get off!” You squealed when he picked you up. Making his way to your room, Satoru snickered beside your head, his hot breath in your ear before throwing you on your bed. 

You watched Satoru strip out of his white hoodie, leaving him in just a black tee and grey sweats before he clambered on top of you. “You’re gonna pay for that.” 

“Really?” You teased, an eyebrow raised. 

Satoru nodded, pushing flyaways out of your face softly. “Would I lie to you, baby?” 

You giggled and brushed his stomach. “Yeah, I guess I would know if you were lying. Your performance before was shit.” 

And then Satoru’s long fingers found your sides again.

“Come on!” Shoko ran into your room with her phone clutched in her hand as she urged you to hurry up. “We’re going to be late!” 

You touched up your make-up and ensured your hair cooperated before leaving.

Shoko practically pulled you towards the Uber, giggling when you nearly tripped. It was clear a few beverages were consumed before she entered your room.

Once on your way, you fished your phone out of your bag, seeing texts from Satoru, who was already seemingly drunk. 

Satoru When are will you b here I saved yu a seat on the couch u look so hot right now i knw it

Heat rose to your cheeks as you read the last one. You shoved your phone back in your bag and sat in anticipation. 

Upon arrival, the frat house was already overflowing with college students, most of whom you’d never seen before. You glanced at the sky; the stars were bright as they twinkled across the deep indigo sky. 

Walking up to the house with Shoko, you already had to sidestep empty beer cans and vodka bottles, cringing when someone threw up in the garden to your right. 

Shoko threw you a disgusted look. “I hate these people.” 

You pushed her shoulder and laughed. “You wanted to come!” 

The brunette nodded solemnly and took the front steps two at a time. A group of guys pushed past you as you entered, the stench of sweat and beer leaking from their pores. You wrinkled your nose and hit Shoko’s back softly so she would walk faster. 

“Geto!” You could barely hear her over the music, but when Shoko disappeared into the crowd, you knew she’d spotted Suguru. Standing on your own, you pushed onto your toes to try and search for Satoru. The house was glowing a deep red due to the overhead lights, making it difficult to see.

Satoru usually wasn’t hard to find due to his height and head of white hair. Yet, he was nowhere in sight. You sighed and dropped to your feet before squeezing through the crowd to the kitchen.

Red solo cups and glass bottles littered the countertop, puddles of unknown liquid dripping onto the floor. Stepping around the island, you noticed a girl from your class pouring drinks.

“Hey!” She said, handing you a cup. “Jungle juice?” 

Her bright eyes watched your forehead crease in curiosity and disgust as you took the cup from her. “Thanks?” 

She laughed and continued talking to a guy in her finance course. 

“Have a good night, Y/n!” She called after you. 

You slipped back into the throng of people, sipping the concoction and nearly gagging. Gross.

“Y/n?” A deep voice exclaimed, causing you to turn. You saw Kenji push through to get to you, and you tried to mask your surprise. Kenji had graduated two years before you and your friends and had something going on with Utahime—something you didn’t dare ask the girl for fear you’d get your lips sewn together. 

“Kenji, hi,” You smiled. “What’re you doing here?” 

He shrugged. “I was bored and decided to check out the party.” 

Conversations with Kenji typically went like this—small talk about college classes and jobs and why the alcohol the frat was handing out was so shit. 

“Where’s Satoru? You’re usually attached at the hip,” His question sent a jab to your stomach. You were reminded you didn’t know where he was.

“Not sure. I’ll have to find him. It was nice seeing you, Ken,” You genuinely smiled at him, and Kenji nodded.

“You too, Y/n. Good luck trying to find him.” 

You laughed and went to the outside area, where you assumed Satoru would be. With no luck, you turned back inside. But before you could search for Shoko instead, you caught him rushing up the stairs. 

Shoko, who you had also been looking for, called your name from the couch and motioned for you to talk to him. You knew she knew what was going on. 

So, this time, you went against your better judgement and followed him upstairs with Shoko’s eyes following you.

You knew which room was his and didn’t knock as you entered. 

Satoru sat on his bed. A half-empty beer bottle sat forgotten on his desk as his eyes traced patterns in the carpet. 

“Baby,” You whispered, shutting the door behind you. 

“No,” He said sharply, not meeting your eyes. "Go away."

Your forehead creased, and your chest hurt at his immediate dismissal. 

“Satoru,” You sighed. “What happened? I'm not leaving until you tell me.”

It was a childish attempt, but you were desperate to know why he was so upset. 

He shook his head and looked up, pain swimming in his blue eyes behind his usual black sunglasses. “There’s nothing to speak about.” 

You took a step towards him, your concern flipping to irritation. “There is—” 

“There isn’t!” Satoru exclaimed and stood up. “You made up your mind when you laid down the rules for this.” His hand motioned between you, and you knew what he was mad about. He had obviously seen you talking to Kenji, got the wrong idea, and then anxiety overran his rational mind. 

“We were supposed to be just friends, Satoru,” You reminded him, avoiding eye contact because if you did, you would cave. You wanted to see how far this would go, to see if he actually loved you like you wanted him to. “Nowhere did it say either of us had the right to get jealous. We were supposed to be just hooking up.”

“Just friends?” Satoru shook his head, a spiteful smirk on his face. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? Look at us!”

Oh, how quickly this had escalated. 

You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. Sure, you had gotten uncontrollably jealous in recent months when you saw him flirting with girls, and sure, you had cried yourself to sleep when he didn’t text you back, but you always denied it was because you loved him. Yet, the realisation didn't surprise you because you were expecting it.

Satoru shook his head and jabbed his thumb into his hard chest. “I’m getting jealous over some guy simply talking to you! That shouldn’t happen between just friends.” 

“That’s not my fault! We agreed to stay friends.” 

“You agreed to that, remember? I just sat there while you rattled out those stupid rules.”

“I know!” You pleaded, your hands in front of you as you watched his bored expression. You tried to stop yourself from saying the following words, but you couldn't deny yourself or him the potential of a relationship. It wasn't fair.

“I wish I hadn’t.” 

“Why?” His voice was indifferent, but you could see a spark in his eye.

“You know why.” 

Satoru stood up from his spot on the bed. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“Satoru, please.” You begged, closing your eyes.

“Y/n, say it,” He whispered, his voice dropping from its previous frustrated tone. “Because if you don’t, I will live the rest of my life in regret for ending things with you.” 

You blinked at him, your eyes weary as you stepped closer. “Satoru.” 

“Please, Y/n. I need to know that this was all real.” 

You sighed, reaching up to caress his cheek. Satoru leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I love you, and I have since I met you,” You uttered, your voice soft and warm. Satoru visibly exhaled and took your hands in his. “And if you don’t love me back, I’ll live the rest of my life in complete and utter embarrassment for misreading this.” 

Satoru rolled his eyes playfully, and the corner of his mouth turned upward as you threw his words at him.

“Of course I love you,” He whispered. “Never think any different, okay?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Well, I think there’s been a glitch in our system.” 

Satoru tilted his head. “A good glitch?” 

You nodded. “A great one.”

[kosije]

a/n: this is just...ridiculous lol. with that being said, this was also great fun

cw: fratboy!gojo x reader, toxiiiicccccc ass gojo, dubcon (alludes to reader being tipsy and high before sex), unprotected sex, creampie

Fratboy!Gojo, who listens(?) as you ramble about your ex who had just cheated on you in the secluded corner of his fraternity while they’re hosting a party. whose pink lips are slightly parted with feigned sympathy as he wipes your tears and pulls you deeper into his lap.

Fratboy!Gojo, who stops you from getting another red solo cup because you're far more interested in the blunt he rolls up. and when his tongue pokes out to lick the backwood shut, your eyes refuse to focus on anything else. your hands drop to his chest as you watch his lighter flick off and he inhales deeply before blowing the smoke into your face.

rude.

Fratboy!Gojo, who has always been relatively mean, but the pout that spreads on your pretty lips as you softly swat at his chest makes him want to up his antics. but hey, you've seen to forget all about your ex.

Fratboy!Gojo, who gets surprised when you ask him about himself after sitting in comfortable silence, only interrupted when one of you guys passed back the now much smaller blunt or whines from you when he squeezed a sensitive part of your thigh.

Fratboy!Gojo, who tells you everything you want to know. never too much detail, but more than he usually would because you’ll probably forget everything in the morning. so he lets himself be a little more transparent than he would with others, but not to the level of his best friend.

Fratboy!Gojo, who gets hard after you excitedly scoot closer on his lap after finding something you two have in common. your cute expression as you colorfully talk to him makes him almost want to bend you over in front of all these people at the party, but he's okay with convincing you to follow him upstairs.

Fratboy!Gojo, who’s not in love with you. or in like. but is thoroughly interested and extremely aroused. so in the privacy of one of his pal's rooms, he sweet-talks you till you're dripping and shying away from his heated gaze. he feels you up over your clothes as you slowly grow more impatient, but when he saw your cute cotton bra, he just couldn't help but dote on you for a little.

Fratboy!Gojo, who has no trouble getting you out of your clothes and whining around his cock. you're another cute and tight little thing for him to get his nut off to then forget about. but your babbled-out thank you-s has him feel guilty for taking you like this. and the way you earnestly look up at him with those sweet doe-eyes as you cry through your orgasm makes him almost want to look away—but only, almost.

Fratboy!Gojo, who is about to pull out, but when you wrap your legs and tell him you're on the pill, he loses his mind and shoots his load so hot into you he doubts any pill will keep a baby from swelling your cute tummy. and maybe that's not the worst-case scenario.

Fratboy!Gojo, who drives you back to your dorm room where your roommate loses her mind over the fact 'gojo-fucking-satoru just drove you home!' and on the drive back to his frat house, he thinks back fondly to your cute smile. but only briefly before thinking about how pretty your tits were after.

Fratboy!Gojo, who sees you on campus the next day, a little tired yes, but in a cute get-up wide-eyed at something. it's only when he gets closer he can see your roommate glaring at the man in front of you. he's the ugly type, at least compared to gojo. average in every way. but whatever he's saying, you're hanging on each word, and a nasty bolt of something courses through gojo when he realizes he must be your aforementioned "ex."

Fratboy!Gojo, who watches your bottom lip quiver and then there's yelling between the ugly guy and your roommate before he storms off, and you're crashing into her arms.

Fratboy!Gojo, who can't help but feel happy at the sight. why even bother with whoever-he-is when he can kiss you better so easily? you think that's heartbreak? you wouldn't even know how to live if satoru had anything to do with it.

Fratboy!Gojo, who thinks he might have his first crush.

[milkywaydrabbles]

A/N: I think I blacked out writing this LMFAO. This is the longest part and it wasn't supposed to be 2k words but apparently I have a thing going on. Maybe one more HC post after this post-fucking and how reader and gojo are together and the dynamic change but this was the big hurrah. Hope y'all enjoy MWAUH

Fratboy! Gojo part one | part two | part three

Satoru kissed you like a starving man, hoping for salvation in the form of your lips. His tongue explored your mouth, hands roaming your back, your hips, your waist. It was overwhelming. You pulled back a few times just enough to catch your breath before he was on you again. You could barely keep up, letting him overwhelm your senses and giving yourself up to him. “Sa-satoru hold on.” He gasped out, pushing at his chest. He shook his head, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees hit your bed. “Need you so bad, pretty. Don’t wanna waste time.” His lips latched onto the pulse point of your neck, heart beating so fast it felt like it could burst from your chest. You whimpered, falling back onto your bed with Gojo following, hands gripping at your waist. Everything was moving too fast, you couldn’t focus, it was too much. Firmly you pressed on his chest again, trying to put some space between you. He furrowed his brows, concern evident in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” Your breath shuddered, “I just...give me a minute.” You mumbled, looking away from his piercing gaze. His face softened. “I’m sorry, pretty girl...This just--it didn’t feel real, like I wouldn’t have this opportunity again...I don’t wanna push you, I promise. I just want you.” 

Hearing Satoru, your bully from the semester, saying such sweet words and looking like he was begging for his life almost broke your heart. He had a lot of making up to do but...maybe, just maybe, you’d give him a chance. “Okay...” You whispered, “okay, Satoru. I’m ready.” Gojo dipped down, slower, nipping at your lower lip and kissing you with purpose. “Sorry, beautiful.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, slowly tracing kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. You didn’t respond, instead running a hand through his soft white tufts of hair. Your eyes fluttered close as he explored you, hands tracing your stomach, and cupping your tits. A knee pressed itself at the apex of your thighs and you gasped, hips stuttering. “Can’t believe I have you under me.” He whispered, nipping and suckling and licking any skin he can get his mouth on. You steadied yourself before speaking, “don’t make me regret it, Gojo.” He clicked his tongue, a sharp bite down on your neck before soothing his tongue over it. You yelped. “Satoru, baby. Enough with the family name. I only wanna hear Satoru coming from you.” He rubbed his knee at your clothed cunt, feeling the heat coming from between your legs. He was so hard just thinking of you, having you so pliable underneath him. Gojo could barely think himself. So when you, on your own accord, pushed him off enough to slip your shirt over yourself and throw it to the foot of the bed his brain completely short circuited. You hadn’t been wearing a bra. Made sense, really, if you were just in your room but still. Gojo stared, eyes glued on your chest like you just showed him the answer to life. You shifted, hands going to cover yourself in embarrassment before he pounced. “Nu uh, pretty girl. Fuck, look at you. You’ve been hiding this from me?” He groaned, a hand squeezing and pinching one nipple but his mouth worked on the other. You moaned above him, leaning back down and head thrown into your pillow. Gojo couldn’t help but moan himself, the taste of you on his tongue was driving him wild, his knee moving to spread your leg more. “Satoru.” You gasped, nails digging into his shoulder blades. 

He lost his fucking mind. “Fuck, baby.” his hands went to rip off your pants, uncaring on how desperate he looked. He was desperate. Licks and kisses trailed down your chest, stomach, hips. Down, down, down, until he finally licked a stripe on your pantie clad pussy. You cried out, hips bucking into his face. Gojo looked like he was in ecstasy, burrowing his nose into you and breathing in deep. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when he moaned. “You smell so fucking good.” He groaned. You tried to close your legs around his head, but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t be fucking embarrassing, Satoru.” You hid behind your hands. He’d let you, for now. “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Wanna taste you.” Gojo pulled back your underwear enough to tongue your lips, losing control the moment he got a taste of you. He pressed himself more into your cunt, tongue swirling deep in you as he moaned. He wanted to lick and suck and slurp every drop you had to give him. You gushed around his tongue, crying out as he ate you like a madman. Satoru ripped your underwear to give himself more space to taste you and use his fingers. Neither of you even noticed the torn cloth. He lifted your legs on his shoulders and pressed infinitely closer, two fingers dipping into your sopping wet pussy as he lapped up your juices, and latching onto your clit.

“A-ah, Satoru! Fuck!” you humped his face, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. His long fingers curled up, starting to quicken his pace and finger fuck you relentlessly. He knew he’d found what he was looking for when your body rose and you squealed, hands tangling into his hair. You babbled nonsense, begging him for release. “Come on pretty girl, cum on my fingers, I want it.” He looked up at you between his lashes, nosing your swollen nub as you rose higher and higher to your climax. “Look at me, baby.” He licked you again, pressing kisses to your clit as you looked down at him. You were a fucking sight for sore eyes. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen and red from you biting them so hard. Cheeks flush, and your mouth shaping a perfect ‘o’ with how good he was making you feel. Gojo could cum in his pants with your face alone. It was burned into his memory, and he knew no one would ever be good enough. Not after you. He was so pussywhipped there was no way in hell he’d ever let you go after this.

A few more pumps of his fingers into your swollen cunt had you releasing your juices over him, your hole clenched and spasmed around him, hips stuttering as you rode out your orgasm. He slowed down when you deemed it too much, crawling back up your body with kisses along the way. The two fingers that were deep in your pussy were pressed against your lips, and you immediately opened your mouth letting him push your taste onto your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, making a scene of sucking on his digits for good measure. Gojo couldn’t breathe, the discomfort of his pants becoming too much. “Gotta feel you baby, need to be inside you.” He kissed you again, but you surprised him by pushing him off and crawling on top of him. He blinked, shocked. “Wanna ride you, ‘Toru.” Gojo could only hear white noise. There was no way this was real, this must have been a dream. “Baby...you sure?” He was still in shock as you moved to pull his shirt up, look still hazy. He helped, removing his clothes and discarding them in the corner of your room. Finally, finally you were able to get a good look at him and nothing could prepare you for the cock you came face to face with. He was so pretty, mushroom tip all read and leaking with anticipation. He was long, and curved, and you honestly wondered how he’d fit. 

“Baby, it’s okay, we can take it slow.” He reassured, but you were damned if you weren’t going to have him inside of you. You dipped down and gave his tip some experimental kisses, Gojo hissing as you did so. Kisses turned into sucks, and before he knew it you were slurping down his cock with enthusiasm. “Fuck! B-baby slow down, ‘m’not gonna last if you keep it up.” He babbled, holding your head steady as best he could. He wanted more than anything to fuck up into your mouth with how good it felt, but he wanted to feel your pussy tighten around his cock. You looked at him between your lashes, slowing your pace. God, you were going to be the death of him. He gathered all your hair into his large hand and let you lazily suck on his cock, going as deep as you could before coming up for air, using your free hand to stroke whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. “Just like that, baby, fuuuck. S’fucking good.” The deep timbre of his voice shot straight to your cunt, hole clenching around nothing. “Can’t wait anymore, need you.” Gojo pulled you off him and brought you up to his face, kissing you deeply once more. You lined yourself up with his cock, teasing his tip with your wet folds. He wanted to push you down and take you, but he’d let you take the lead. Just this once. Slowly, you pushed yourself onto his length with ease, you were so slippery with your last orgasm and his spit. You both gasped, and you immediately tightened around him it felt so good. “Satoru, fuck.” You whimpered, bracing yourself on his chest as you rose up, to the tip, and sat back down on his cock. He moaned, head tipping back and his hands gripping onto your hips so hard they’d leave fingertip bruises. “You’re so fucking tight and hot, pretty girl. Fucking me so good.” He praised you as you rode him, fingernails digging into the skin of his chest. You did your best to keep your pace, crying and whimpering above him. “Good, ‘Toru, so good.” You babbled, tears streaming down your face. You were cockdrunk, couldn’t think of anything except Satoru and how good he was making you feel. Your hips stuttered, straining to keep it up. 

“Aw,” he cooed, “you cryin’?” You could practically hear the smirk coming from him. “Does my pretty baby want some help?” You sniffled and nodded, being shifted immediately and feeling him thrust into you. Gojo planted his feet on the mattress and shoved you down onto him. Sweat dripped down his brow as he reached closer to his own high. “Touch yourself f’me baby, cum on my cock.” He strained to speak, getting lost in the wet heat of your cunt. Slaps bounced around the room, the heat and smell of sex filling the air around you. If you were to stop crying and moaning all you would hear is the pap, pap, pap of your soaked cunt being stuffed full. A shaky hand found your clit, rubbing at yourself as Gojo filled you up. “Satoru, g’nna cum, ‘m gonna-aah, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck” You screamed, trembling on top of him as you came on top of him. Your juicy cunt soaked him, dripping down his length and balls. He didn’t stop his pumping, fucking up into you harder now focused on himself. You pulsed around him, enough to bring him closer to the edge. “F-fuu-where do you want it baby? Tell me where.” He pleaded, Gojo wasn’t going to last long. “Inside me, Satoru, please wan’it.” You fucked back onto him, lost to the pleasure of overstimulation he was giving you. It was too much for him. He groaned, pulling you down hard on him and stilling inside of you. Globs of cum pushing deep into your pussy, Gojo could swear he saw stars. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that much in his life. 

All that was heard were pants of the both of you trying to catch your breath. And now you felt awkward. You cleared your throat, moving to get off him not catching his eye. “Where do you think you’re going?” He pulled you down closer to him, kissing at your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids, everywhere. “This wasn’t a mistake.” No question, a declaration. “You think you’re getting rid of me after that?” He snorted, planting one last kiss on your now giggling face. “Baby, you’re stuck with me.”

[empyreanwritings]

i may turn this into an one-shot in the future but for now i can't stop thinking about it -

fratboy!gojo finding out about how sukuna and mahito made a bet on who could sleep with you, gojo's best friend, first

fratboy!gojo who avoids telling you because he knows you'll be heartbroken and chooses to take you off the market instead

fratboy!gojo asks you to fake date since his dad is trying to force him into a relationship with some heiress. whether it's true or not, you have no reason to doubt him and agree

fratboy!gojo swears he won't fall in love with you; he's only doing this to keep sukuna and mahito away from you and get his dad off his back

but fratboy!gojo is already in love with you, he just doesn't realize it yet

[omgeto]

OKAY GUYS I HAVE LIKE 4 DISHES TO WASH AND THEN I WILL MAKE A TIK TOK. AND THEN I WILL MAYBE CLEAN MY ROOM AND THEN.... I WILL WILLL WRITE? AND SLEEP BEFORE 2 AM OKAY EVERYBODY

[linkcities]

my only goal in life is to eradicate gojo fratboy allegations

[fvsm4x]

Loser gf reader x fratboy Gojo Satoru

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. I‘m such a sucker for loser gf reader and fratboy gojo

You always wondered what Gojo saw in you. He was the life of every party, the guy everyone wanted to be or be with. You, on the other hand, were more comfortable in the quiet corners of the library, nose buried in a book. Your worlds couldn't have been more different, yet here you were, his hand intertwined with yours as he led you into another one of his infamous frat parties.

"Stick with me, alright?" Gojo grinned down at you, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "I won't let any of these idiots bother you."

You nodded, trying to ignore the glances and whispers from the crowd. It was always the same—people wondering why the most popular guy on campus was with someone like you. But Gojo never seemed to care about their opinions. He was always unabashedly himself, and somehow, that included being with you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself on the couch, sipping on a soda while Gojo mingled. He'd check on you every few minutes, his smile never faltering. But even in a room full of people, you felt alone.

"Hey, you're Gojo's girlfriend, right?" A girl with long, blonde hair and a tight dress sat down next to you, her gaze appraising. "I'm Mina. I've heard a lot about you."

"Hi," you replied, feeling a bit wary. Mina's smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

"You're so lucky," she said, leaning closer. "I mean, Gojo is such a catch. I can't believe he’s dating someone like you."

Before you could respond, Mina stood up and sauntered over to Gojo, placing a hand on his arm. You watched as she leaned in, whispering something in his ear. Gojo laughed, but when he saw the look on your face, his expression changed.

"Excuse me," he said to Mina, brushing her hand off and making his way back to you. "You okay?"

You nodded, trying to hide your discomfort. "Yeah, just not really my scene, you know?"

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "I know. But I like having you here with me. Makes it more fun."

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "You don't think I'm...I don't know, bringing you down?"

Gojo's expression softened. "Never. You keep me grounded, you know that? Besides, I like showing off my amazing girlfriend to everyone."

A blush crept up your cheeks. "I'm not amazing, Satoru."

"Yeah, you are," he said firmly, pulling you closer. "You put up with my crazy ass. That's pretty amazing to me."

As if on cue, another girl approached, giggling and twirling her hair. "Gojo! Come dance with me!" she insisted, grabbing his hand.

He gently but firmly removed her hand from his. "Sorry, I'm with my girlfriend," he said, nodding toward you. The girl's smile faltered, and she walked away, pouting.

You laughed, feeling the tension melt away. Maybe you didn't quite fit into Gojo's world, but he made you feel like you belonged. And that was enough.

"Come on," Gojo said, standing up and pulling you with him. "Let's get out of here. I know a place where we can actually talk without shouting."

You smiled, letting him lead the way. As long as you were with Gojo, you knew you'd be okay. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to see what he saw in you.

© fvsm4x 2023/4 : do not translate, plagiarise or steal my work.

[gothsuguru]

@teddybeartoji @neptuneblue @staryukis @chwoso @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @hayakawalove

cant touch me like gojo

[screampied]

‘ V!RGIN KILLA! 𝜗𝜚

𓉸ྀི sum. not only does he think he knows what he’s doing, he’s also a virgin. but there’s a first time for everything . . . right? choso, nanami, gojo, geto, ino, toji.

warnings. fem! reader, vīrgin men, unprotected, vīrginity loss, whiny needy men, some college themes, fratboy! toji, pússydrunk men, cōckwarming, cérvix kissin', cunnīlingus, dry humping, finishing quick, spıt, squīrting, bréeding, petnames, sukuna's part didn't save but i'll make it up </3

★ NANAMI KENTO aka the quick learner virgin?!

nanami drools the minute his tip disappears inside of your cunt. he can’t help it - at all.

the balmy warmth you provide him while you’re straddling his waist, basically cockwarming him sends him shivers. “god, ‘s good,” he groans, tugging at the bottom edge of his spot-patterned tie. nanami could feel the raised pointed tips of his ears burning as his eyes slowly flicker down toward your sopping wet pussy. oh, how it’s just profusely leaking with so much strings of your pretty slick. messily, it glosses a shine between your legs, gleaming with thick molasses—almost similar to a stream, and yet this stream was instead flowing down between your legs. “mmh.. ride me, s- show me how to feel good, my love.”

“hey. eyes on me, ‘ken,” you whisper, your fragile breaths growing shallow the moment he’s tightly snug balls deep in. with a ringing loud ‘pop!’ you feel him greedily ease his way past the slight loose ring of your entrance and you moan. he’s in so deep, and you can’t help but shimmy your hips against his lap. nanami told you how he had little to no experience—and yet, he wanted to try this out with you. having you ride him until he couldn’t think straight. whenever you ran your hands down his carved tone body, a roaring fire would ignite within him. your touch alone sent him chills and he only craved it more. tender fawn-colored eyes that almost resemble honey meet your gaze, and he leans into your touch the moment you cup your hands on his cheeks. slowly, you’re lustfully swaying against his lap back and forth and he groans. “that’s it, you’re doin’ good, kento. hold my hips.”

“like . . this?” he hoarsely asks, and hefty hands suddenly cling onto your waist. you moan, nodding as he gently holds them in place, trying to guide your movements. his cock stretched you out in each ‘n every way, curiously exploring through the gummy walls of every slick orifice. nanami’s starting to sweat already—and you smile, watching as he sneaks a fat thumb down between your pried open legs. “mngh. . you’re soakin’ all on me. is that normal?” he breathes, and you can see a bit of drool starting to seep down the cracked corners of his lips.

soaking, he could hear the sloppy sounds of your cunt slamming back against his tense thighs and it makes him throb. in zealous sync, you end up throbbing too, and he feels said throb right against the the narrow tip of his cock. “ah, y- yeah, ‘s normal, kento,” you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him. callused fingertips his drag a straight line down your skin as he starts to rock you faster into his needy pelvis.

the stretch makes you whimper - his dick’s so fat, and your pussy swallows all numerous inches every time. over ‘n over, your ass violently hits back against his lap as you continue to ride him, amorously tossing your swerving hips in a circle. you could see the blond’s eyes starting to grow hooded, and he’s never looked so in love. your cunt had him hungry for more. “like that, baby?”

“mhm, i like a-anything you do to me, sweetheart,” nanami hoarsely coos, pulling up the back of your hand for a loving kiss. you’re riding him well—watching as he slowly cocks his head back, exposing the oval-shaped adam’s apple in his throat. it’s a simple yet sexy detail that makes you pulsate nevertheless, and nanami groans. “f- fuck, i need you. i need more, ‘m not gonna last, honey if you hah.. keep ridin’ me like that.”

and within a few hasty strokes, nanami starts to get the hang of your rhythm. by the hang, he’s starting to fuck you against his cock now. vast, open hands of his cling onto your waist tight before he’s occasionally spanking your ass. “ngh, good girl. that’s my girl, ugh,” and as you’re whining, nanami pulls you into his neck. the pearly silver band of his flashy watch tickles down your back as he grabs at a nice chunk of your ass, spanking it. “r- ride it like it’s yours, sweetheart. ride it like i’m yours.”

he’s whispering filthy nothing in your ears—trying to drown out your cute sobbing whimpers and your even louder pussy. nanami’s cock was deranged - it was reaching through every sensitive spot of yours, wasting no time to introduce itself near the gummy ridges.

“fuck, fuck!” you’d squeal out, gasping once the swollen head of his cock tickles its way near your hidden g-spot. oh, that spot. you couldn’t help but get sheepish, a cock drunk smile twisting against your lips. he’s so snug, rearranging your insides while continuing to spank your ass. it’s almost as if he knew what he was doing, and nanami knew how to tame your aching cunt with just a few sloppy strokes. “ken, ‘m close. fuckin’ close.”

“i know, i know. give it t’ me,” he whispers, his voice pitching deeper ‘n deeper after each sloppy thrust. nanami’s pumping you full, swallowing thickly to ease the inside of his mouth that’s parched, akin to the sahara. nanami groans, gingerly making you slam your hips against him harder. “fuck, work those hips sweetheart. show me how messy my pretty girl can be, h- huh?”

you’re whimpering constantly, sounding like nothing more than a broken record as you’re gradually being led to your release. it’s a candied sweet taste in your mouth that never goes away, and once you finally came—you were hysterical.

nanami huffs heavily, holding you tight as your hips come to a sudden devastating stop. he’s still buried thick inches deep before he groans, caressing a palm against your tender rear. “hah, that’s m- my girl,” he coos, feeling you drench a portion of his cock with your slimy slick. it’s warm, and you’re still whining incoherent blurbs as you bury your face into his neck. “whew, we’ll have ‘ta try that again,” and once he plants a wet kiss near your temple, he strokes your chin with a thumb. “but another position though. if that’s alright.”

“w- what position?” you tiredly pant, bringing a hand toward your sticky-coated back.

nanami gives your ass its final playful spank before whispering lowly against your lips. “ever heard of doggy, my love?”

#GETO SUGURU aka the nasty virgin?!

geto’s a filthy nasty virgin, unashamed. insisting how he’s never experienced something like this before, smugly stating how he ‘did his research.’

“lie back, sweetheart,” geto huffed, flipping you right back over on your back. he’d just got done with fucking you round after round for the first time, and it seemed like the word ‘stamina’ didn’t exist in his vocabulary. one second inside and he already wanted more—he was greedy, and it was never enough. as you’re struggling to catch your breath that drags out of your full puffed lungs, you stare up at geto. right away, his dark eyes dart between your legs and the dripping dewy mess that streams between your puffed cunt. “what a pretty sight, look at thaaaat,” and geto inches his face between your thighs, staring at frosty-white wads of cum that pour straight out of your full swollen folds.

so much. . you were practically overflowing with ribbons of sticky hot cum ‘n many more strings of it before he sticks out his tongue. “hah, least i can do is clean my girl, hm?” and you whimper, feeling him spread your legs apart with two hands. “kinda saw this in a video once.”

“s- sugu!” you gasp, your words leisurely turning into moans the second he dives straight into your pussy - nose first.

right as the tip of his tongue creates a frenzied slurping trail that soaks straight your cunt, he gives you the most feral look. his pretty black lashes briefly flap shut as he’s devouring you wholly, jerking his head from side to side. choked, gargled moans continue to steal out from your strained vocal cords as a hand of yours fishes through his matted tresses. “fuck, f- fuck like that, clean it up, baby.”

“mhm,” he smears his entire chin against your cunt, feeling it get doused with your sweet slick almost right away. he’s nasty, lapping up his bittersweet cum that spills out from between your folds like it’s nothing. geto barely even bats an eye, and that’s when he groans the second you feel a bit of weight dip against the mattress. he’s now humping against the edge of the bed, rocking his slim hips over ‘n over. “goddamn, ‘m so horny still, sweetheart. ‘y have no idea,” he whimpers shakily, and he grumbles under his breath, shaking his head as a few thin strands of hair gets in the way of his view. “h- hey, be a doll ‘n tie my hair back for me, yeah?”

as you’re chasing your quick-steady breaths, you grab his ponytail holder from his wrist, neatly putting his raven locks into a messy bun. “good girl, take such good care of m—mmph.”

geto lowly chuckles against your pussy once you give him a soft push that makes his nose brush up against your clit. your folds were so cute ‘n runny, filthily oozing with velvety remnants of his warm, pasty cum. “mhh, suguru,” you’d whine, feeling your back continuously arch against the stained white sheets. geto’s got a few loose strands that continue to run down his face, past his brows—making him appear to be even more handsome whilst between your legs. each thoroughly slurp gets louder, and that’s when he starts to loll his tongue out inside of you.

one thing about suguru geto was that he had a long fuckin’ tongue..

it extends fully, and you give his hair a rough tug once the tip of his tongue playfully slithers its way near your twitching sensitive nub. at that moment, you feel a rapid chill race through you and you let off the most shrilling whimper. “ah! suguru, fuck, ‘m sensitive there, don’t s- stop,” and as you’re babbling from his lengthy tongue, he starts to purse his lips. they curl up, puckering fully before he’s drinking everything out of you.

it’s a long carnal suck that makes your eyes cross and you feel like your life’s flashing before your eyes. splotches of white were all that clouded your vision as your thighs shake—nearly suffocating him with your plush, warm legs. “o- oh, fuck,” you’d mewl, and you knew that incoming pressure from anywhere.

you were close.

geto grunts, savoring your taste entirely. you’re just so sweet that your flavor melts on his tongue and he’s teasingly thrusting his tongue in and out of your sobbing folds. seconds later, that’s when you shriek. “c’monnn, give it to me,” and he even brings a hand between your thighs, spanking your precious cunt. “make a mess on my tongue, wanna see what it’s like,” he groans, his rocking against the edge of the bed intensifying. geto’s famished for more, and his bare cock twitches against the rocky mattress frame as you’re squirming on his tongue. by now, he’s licked you clean, and in return, he’s left with a locked jaw and glimmering wet chin. geto eyes you intently, giving your pussy its final sloppy spank before whispering against your folds. “let go for me, baby.”

as if on cue, you gush out loudly, feeling every muscle within you snap ‘n stretch outward. it was as if a crushing weight was lifted from your shoulders—but in this case, your shoulders were your tummy. “fuuuck!” you whimper out, squeezing your eyes shut as your legs give out.

geto’s mouth was still glued to your sticky slippery cunt as his tongue’s slowed its licks down. you tasted even sweeter, and he’s slurping you right up - softly moaning against your cunt as he reaches to touch himself. geto’s tongue’s constant movements scratch such an itch in your brain, making you let off a cute gasp. “ughh, s- suguru,” you whimper, feeling your thighs still shiver.

your tummy heaves in and out repeatedly, and you glance down at geto who’s got the sleaziest grin. “t- thought you said you didn’t know what you were . . hah, doing.”

“oh, baby i don’t,” geto rasps, sitting up from between your legs. he closes the distance between you both, pressing a steamy hot kiss against your quivering plump lips. you moan, getting a brief taste of yourself on his hot tongue before he playfully bites near your bottom lip. “my research helped me a lot,” and you moan the second you feel him give your sloppy cunt a big squeeze with his palm. “but . . i didn’t know my girl was a squirter. think we’ll have to do that again,” geto licks underneath your chin. “y’know, for research purposes.”

#GOJO SATORU aka the loser virgin?!

“yeah, yeah,” satoru would stubbornly grumble, cutting you off mid-sentence and rolling his eyes. his leaky tip remains idle, aligning itself against your soddened entrance before he puffs. phew, you were so pretty up close—especially down there. satoru couldn’t help but stare, openly admiring just how slick ‘n soaked you were.

just weeping from both off folds, the entirety of your entrance being coated in nothing but perspiring wetness. satoru swears on his life he knows what he’s doing, but the second the globed head of his cock smears a line down the wet slope of your cunt - he folds.

with a shaky, needy breath, he whines. “god, why are you so fuckin’ wet, baby. ‘s this supposed to happen?”

“yes, ‘toru,” you reassure him, sprawling your legs out a bit more. satoru’s panting, watching as you bring two sets of fingers toward your pretty pussy. with a slightly wide ‘v’ shape, you’re spreading yourself apart and he’s gawking straight between your legs. fuck, you were so soaked that you were starting to drip near the inner crevices of your thighs. you were playing with yourself earlier before he told you how he wanted to try going inside for the first time. but now that he’s up close—satoru can’t help but be a bit flustered. “c’mere, don’t be shy,” and you nearly moan, trailing the print of your thumb down your syrupy-coated slit. “she doesn’t bite.”

satoru scoffs, but he inches closer. so wet, his cock that was being fisted in the palm of his hand was throbbing hard. pulse after fucking pulse, a lightning-shaped vein races down the center of his hand before he groans at how hard you’re making him. “ngh, baby,” and he nearly loses it the second he struggles to align himself. he feels so hot, fuzzy cotton stuffing in his ears once his tip slowly rubs itself in between your drooling flaps. satoru snaps out of it, clearing his throat before puffing out his chest in an attempt to maintain his known ego. “heh- i mean uh- let’s show ya how ‘the strongest’ fucks.”

and apparently, ‘the strongest’ didn’t really know what he was doing after all.

because he’s barely halfway in when he’s cumming - heavily.

emphasis on barely, and satoru lets out a sweet needy whine the second he’s shooting thin milky ropes into you. thick, stringy ribbons of cum envelope inside your pussy with warmth right away. “f- fuck, dammit,” he’d grunt, burying his face into the crook of your neck. satoru’s beefy body presses right up against yours, and he’s shivering at the feeling. it’s unlike any feeling he’s ever felt, and you giggle the second you hear him loudly sigh. “ugh, that wasn’t supposed ‘ta happen.”

“thought you knew what you were doin’, baby,” you cheekily reply, a few beads of sweat racing down the left side of your forehead. satoru sits up, leaning into your ginger embraces—your palm cupping his temple. he’s pouting, an unsatisfied pout extending across each side of his lips.

“i- i doo,” he whines, feeling his thighs starting to heat up near the undersides. satoru clenches his teeth, groaning once you gradually wrap your legs around his slim waist. he’s hot, and you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty ‘lil finger.

wide, crystal blue eyes meet your gaze before satoru exhales into your neck. “mnh, let me try again, baby,” and right as you rub your ankle down his tense back muscles, he gruffs. snowy flapping lashes of his shut tight before he wraps a hand around his lanky cock. “pleasee, c’mon baby. lemme prove myself. i’ll get it this time for real.”

a smile marinates its way against your features as you hum, rubbing a thumb down his sensitive undercut. for a second, you could have sworn you heard satoru purr as he leaned into your touch. you almost forgot how much of a tender spot that was for him. cute.

“okay, go ‘head,” and both of your thighs were practically sticking together. such amounts of his seed glue against your thighs—almost like it was some kind of clingy adhesive. satoru pulls out for a moment, eager to get a look at the sloppy mess and oh.. it was a lot - he came a lot, and satoru couldn’t help but stare at the luminous streams of cum that teared down your polished cunt.

it’s sloppy. satoru’s eyes widen once he feels his tip glide its way against your cervix. right near your g-spot - it’s fuckin’ bumpy, and he feels your legs eagerly twitch the minute his dick slides its way near a spongy area. you’re moaning, laid back before satoru starts to whine.

he can’t help but whimper, softly smacking his swollen tip on your entrance. satoru had no idea what to do next, but he just wanted to play with your pretty pussy some more. the loud echoey smacks from his dick onto your folds make his ears ring…pap after pap and he’s pronounced feral. but that’s right when you hear him sniffle, literally getting lost in your pussy the second he feels your cute pulse on his round, mushroomy tip.

as you wrap your arms around him, hearing him whine once you rub a thumb down his undercut, feeling him awkwardly trying to align himself again with a bashful needy grin.

“toru, are you cryin’?”

#CHOSO KAMO aka the virgin who barely lasts?!

“o- oh, fuckk,” he’d whine, twinkling eyes widening the second he’s watching your tummy cave in from behind. you’re so pretty like this, bent over, sprawled all out on all fours. choso’s stiffly still at first, and he’s very awkward with his hands. bulged, umber-colored eyes bore into your backside, gazing at your skin. stunning, choso grunts as he pistons his hips, glancing at the sunlight that radiates off a shiny part of your spine.

in choso’s eyes, you’re breathing pretty - art, and with the way your skin glimmers in the sun, you looked like a rare painting. “baby, you’re so warm inside.”

“mhm, don’t stop ‘cho,” you moan in response, feeling your loose jaw start to droop allll the way down. you nibble near the inside of your gummy cheek, gasping at just how big he is. his cock was huge, and it didn’t take him long at all to fit nice ‘n snug. its a semi-tight fit that makes your mouth start to water from the inside and you whine. “fuuck, ‘s okay, choso,” and he feels you wriggling your ass against him. choso’s eyes dart towards your bouncy rear and he huffs. “spank it.”

a shuddering breath leaves from choso’s pink parted lips before he lowly rasps. “yeah?” and you felt yourself throb, feeling him press himself all up against you. now, choso’s gently hovering his weight over your back whilst he’s still presenting you with passionate deep strokes. slowly but surely—he’s getting the hang of it, rummaging through your fleshy clingy insides with each punctuating hit. choso’s gruff heavy breaths fan down your neck before he moans, creeping a hand toward your ass. “i can spank you, baby?”

“mmh,” you whimper in response, hearing the salaciously wanton squelches of your cunt help out louder. saying that you were wet was a mere understatement, you were pouring all down his dick with your slick. choso could feel the wetted mess trail between your legs, coating the front of his thighs entirely with your viscid sap. he’s heard about intimacy but it was an entirely different thing to experience it firsthand. “spank me, choso. ‘s okay, you can be a ‘lil rough.”

“ ‘kay,” he huffs, and you let off a soft squeal the second his palm sharply swats against your ass. oh, he liked that. the way your rear recoiled, pretty skin bouncing quickly for a few seconds—all from a small whacking hit. the brief sting made your cunt pulse sporadically as he was still drilling into you. pump after pump, choso turns pussy drunk within seconds. “hah, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he whines, tracing a hand down the pretty curvature of your ass. his fingers dance down every juncture, and it’s almost heart-shaped. “baby, you’re makin’ me feel so—fuck.”

choso gets cut off from his words the moment he feels his dick throb between your soddened cunt. you’re wringing him dry, all while your head is cutely smushed up against your pillow. choso’s speed quickly starts to get relentless, and after a while, he’s starting to understand the human body just a bit more. “ah, choso. fuck me, fuck!” you’d whimper, a curling sensation arising within your toes right as he slams his way into your cervix.

it’s a direct hit, a k.o. as some would might say—and it’s almost as if you’ve got stars ‘n imaginary birds flying over your head like a cartoon because choso’s dick had you stupid.

“somethin’s c- comin’,” he moans, slightly lifting your leg to get a better view. it’s probably been a few minutes and choso’s already panting like a dog. he’s feral - softly planting a stripe of wet kisses down your neck as he’s buried balls deep. “ugh, baby. ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, ngh.”

“inside, ‘cho. ‘s okay,” you whine, feeling his pace grow more relentless and sloppy. choso’s gripping your waist tightly, his bottom lip quivering as he’s feeling a sudden rush overtake his entire body. you’re perfect - he wanted to keep you like this forever, plug you full and keep you warm. you could hear his rough, heavy pants from behind you until he finally came.

whitish thick ribbons pour into you all at once, shooting deep into your womb.

it’s hot - physically and literally.

you’re arched over for him like a bridge and he’s whimpering, furrowing his darkened brows with a pout as choso slowly starts to flood your cunt. globs of sleek strings spray inside your gripping cunt as he gradually pulls out, openly watching as you’re moaning. the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock had him feeling fuzzy. “m- mhm, choso,” you’d mewl out, hearing him cutely gasp once your cunt sloshes loudly, spitting out thin clumps of his cum. “ ‘m so full.”

“hah- ‘n you’re gonna get even fuller, baby,” he huffs, a pout still glossing over his slickly-wet lips as he stares at your pussy. it’s pretty like this, he thinks. from top to bottom—you’re stuffed full of his gooey hot cum, so much to where it’s shamelessly oozing out of your puffed slit, racing down your numb jittery thighs. you moan, feeling choso drag a thumb down your sobbing, slobbering slit before popping his thumb into his mouth, licking his mess right off his finger.

choso moans at the taste before pouting. “not done, one more round,” and as he glides his tongue across his digit, choso gives your cunt a soft spank before groaning, softly pushing your knees to your chest.

“ ‘m still hungry.”

#TOJI FUSHIGURO aka the virgin who gets humbled?!

“heh. do y’r worst, baby,” toji would snicker, bringing a spank to your ass as he leans back against the couch. lazily, he’s slouching with a half-filled can of cheap beer in his hand. he’s smug, and not only was he smug but he was also virgin - the cockiest.

it’s funny because toji didn’t know what the fuck he was doing…however, he was more than willing for you to ‘show him’ how to feel good.

of course—he’s haughty that you won’t be able to take him, but it’s much to be expected for a pompous fratboy. “mmh, goddamn,” he’d grunt, peering down at your glossed weeping pussy. it’s wet, and as you straddle him, toji squeezes the energy drink in his hand. “slow, baby s- slow.”

with a cooing whisper, you sprinkle a few kisses near the inside of his neck. “slower, toji? but you’re the one who kept rushin’ me,” you tease, and from your peripherals, you can see his jaw tensing. fuck, the moment your cunt starts to ease down on his length in a gradually paced manner, toji groans. it’s a low husky groan - the groan where he’s already tossing his head back.

“y’r bein’ a brat,” he snarls, sliding an arm around your waist. your pussy was hypnotic - and you wearing one of his oversized jade-colored frat hoodies only made things ten times worse. you looked so pretty, and he couldn’t help but trail his hooded eyes down your body, stopping at the hem of your waist and right near your ass. “fuck- slow, baby. ‘m damn sensitive,” and you watch the sly smirk that was once plastered on his scarred lips slowly starting to fade. toji’s getting more ‘n more pussy drunk, and he knows it too. “mhh, like that. fuck me good.”

“you talk too much,” you teasingly grip his chin, watching as his leafy verdant eyes gaze into yours. he’s hard - and not only is he hard but he’s insanely sensitive. toji scoffs, but that soon disappears the moment your hips start to move. “hnghh,” you suck in a brisk breath, eyes nearly widening once you start to feel the gaping, lewd stretch. his cock was long ‘n tall—merrily expanding through your cunt within each thick inch.

one thrust - just one fuckin’ thrust and that was all it took for you to nearly break. he’s huge, and you whimper the second you feel his plump swollen sack kiss near the undersides of your bare ass. “oh yeah? make me shut up then.”

famous last words.

because even though toji’s all talk, he gets humbled right away the minute you change him as a person entirely all from your sweet, mesmerizing cunt. toji leans back, groaning gruffly against your ear as faint gurgled whines depart from his throat. you’re riding him good, shutting him with your pussy—humbling him with your hips. oh, you’re just riding him into complete oblivion. toji was left speechless, and instead of you moaning his name, he was moaning yours.

“ngh, fuck. god, ‘s good don’t fuckin’ stop workin’ those hips, s- shit,” he’d huskily snarl, squeezing the plastic can within his palm, crushing its shape. toji’s cologne scent was loud, and it completely rubbed off against your skin as you moaned. you were grinding against him back ‘n forth, whining continuously before milliseconds passed by and you’re now starting to feel your stomach churn churn churn.

each eye rolling, toe-curling feeling that twists in the depths of your insides due to his cock makes you sob out moan after moan. you try to silence yourself by sneaking a few needy kisses near toji’s scarred lip. he grunts with a clenched jaw, returning the gesture with a hand glued to your ass.

it moves like water - toji was always an ass man, and now that he was finally living the dream, he spanked you again, and again, and again.

the jiggle against his palm makes his dick throb, and you feel it right inside of your cunt. “doin’ okay, toji?” you tease breathlessly, watching as a shiny string of saliva tears away from both lips. you felt him squeeze his way wholly inside of your fleshy entrance, ploddingly and sloppily thrusting in and out.

“tch. less talkin’ more ridin—oh fuck,” he’d gruff, his shoulders slackening as you sensually rutted your hips further into him. god, you were teasing him so much and your wet, filthy cunt was to blame. he wanted more, more more. the way you moved in such a relentless manner drove toji crazy and he was starting to think maybe the two of you were just more than roommates. your pussy had that kind of power, and it’s not even seconds later before toji’s about to cum.

but surprisingly, he ends up lifting you with burly arms, pulling out with a speed equivalent to the flash. he moans, staring at his leaking reddened tip that’s dribbling from the slit with sticky droplets of warm cum. he’s heaving, staring back at your sparkly-coated cunt before he makes you recline back against the couch.

“f- fuck, ‘s much. lie back, baby. l- lie back for me,” and once you do, he merely pounces on you. toji exhales out a deep, heavy sigh before aligning his swollen tip near your dripping cunt. “god, look at ‘er,” he grunts, and you could hear the tremor in his voice as he’s spraying his seed on the outer part of your wetted entrance. it’s long, striped stripes of ivory ropes that paint your bare tender clit and he licks his lips at the filthy sight. “hah, so fuckin’ hot. milkin’ me like that, f- fuck.”

“you came pretty quick, toji,” you jibe, spreading your sopping cunt lips apart so he could play between your legs some more. with a loud ‘thwack’, toji smacks his swollen tip against your pussy, smearing his blushing crownhead up ‘n down your stained crying slit. it’s so messy, and you watch as his tongue briefly sticks out between his ruby lips.

“let’s not talk ‘bout that,” toji grumps, and you moan the second he’s re-aligning himself. his fat girth was ready to introduce itself yet again to your swollen insides. toji’s still panting, and you can see how flustered he was because he’s visibly pouting. “f- fuck, i . . i need a minute,” and he pulls back out, slouching back against the couch. you crawl over toward him and within a split second he wraps an arm around you.

yeah, he’s obsessed.

“give me . . a minute,” he huffs, his chiseled abs flexing through his grey dingy tank. toji pulls you into his beefy hardened pecs before staring down at you, and your eyes widen once he kisses the top of your forehead. “next time, ‘m gonna last ten- no, thirteen rounds.”

“sureee thing, big guy.”

spoiler - he doesn’t.

#INO TAKUMA aka the virgin who…falls in love?!

ino who moans out a sweet gasping, “f- fuuck me,” the second he’s easing his way inside of you for the first time. his dick feels soft for a second, tenderly assuaging through your insides before he whimpers at the new feeling. ino’s heavily panting out short breaths, staring at your bare exposed body that prettily sits underneath him before he moans. “ ‘m not hurtin’ you, right, angel?”

“no, no. ‘m fine, ino,” you let off a soft sigh, the lower parts of your legs snaking around his waist. ino grunts, going as slow as he can. he’s barely even a few inches in and he’s already sweating profusely. “easyy, that’s it, baby,” you reassure him with labored breaths, staring into his droopy hooded eyes. ino’s beanie was on the verge of sliding off the side of his head before he sucks his teeth at your gripping warmth. “hold my hand, here,” and you could feel his body shudder the moment you intertwine your fingers against his.

he’s big, and he knows it. ino scrunches his dark brows into a furrow, trying his best to blindly navigate his way inside of your cunt. right away, you’re clenching around him tight, locking your unstable legs around his waist before hearing him let off a sweet whimper.

“ugh, you feel so good, so good,” and within each wet-sounding thrust, his words start to pitch. it gets lower ‘n lower, raspy and husky. ino’s skin starts to glue against you thanks to the splotches of sweat dampening against each other before he huffs. “tell me it's too much, ngh—fuck,” and his eyes soften the moment you cup his face. “s- sorryy, am i talkin’ too much?”

“ ‘s okay, ino,” you inhale, and his pace starts to get quicker. vast, thorough thrusts make you feel every inch. his frantic rhythm rocks into you steadily, causing the bed to constantly wail out pathetic whiney creaks. you brush a thumb across the side of his cheek before moaning, feeling his tip zigzag its way across your sensitive g-spot. “ah! right there, ino. there, baby t- thereee.”

“there, oh- okay,” he tries to take note, studying your body’s movements. into felt his cock twitch at your reaction. so cute. you’d clench around him tight before arching your back, dragging your nails down his soft skin. ino’s stretching you out to the very limit, plummeting his dick into you over and over until you’re seeing nothing but cloudy blobs of white. you hadn’t even realized your eyes were lulling near the back of your head before he cheekily pointed it out. “heh, you look kinda silly like this pretty girl.”

you shoot him a playful glare whilst he’s still driving himself into your mid-thrust and ino sheepishly snickers. “sorry, sorry,” and with a sticky smooch, he brings his lips up against yours. ino’s pace starts to pick up more and more, championing his chiseled askew hips into you. “ah, i think ‘m gonna cum though, shitshitshit,” and as he’s rambling, ino starts to feel his hips into you quicker. “hah, lovie- tell me what ‘ta do. where do i f- finish,” he’d huff breathlessly, sliding his scarred hands near the sides of your waist. “tell me, pretty.”

“inside, baby,” you whisper against the shell of his ear. ino’s eyes widen - darkening, and he groans. the way you talked to him so sweet in his ear, even licking against the outer lobe makes him shiver. you’re a tease, and he only wanted more. ino wanted more . . of you. “wan’ you inside.”

“say it again,” he shakily whines against your neck, nipping a few invisible kisses near the juncture of your exposed collarbone. you tasted sweet, and ino’s mind spun cogwheels throughout each second he’s spent buried inside of you. “talk ‘ta me in that pretty voice- wanna hear you again. p- please.”

with a sobbing mewl from the brief twinges that slowly form into pleasure—you repeat yourself in a desperate mewling cry of, “inside, ino. please, f- fuck me,” and oh- if you saw the look on his face. his heart’s pounding as he’s mercilessly driving his hips into you at full fuckin’ throttle.

ino’s groaning into your neck, feeling his body growing limp before a lengthy multitude of seconds goes by and he’s cumming, hard.

it’s a thin hefty load - runny, stringy ribbons of feverish hot cum that splatters deep inside of you.

ino melts like a puddle into your embrace as you wrap your arms around him. “fuuuck, i lo-” he pauses, getting silenced by a shattering breath. your pussy’s got him secured on a leash, and he’s groaning once he hears himself pour such slimy amounts way into your womb. it sprays everywhere, painting inside and out.

ino kisses his teeth sharply, pressing one more kiss near the tip of your nose before moaning. “h- heh, think i love you, angel,” and you moan, feeling him slowly raise your leg, tossing it over your shoulder.

a hand of his creeps between your gloss-coated, gooey legs that practically stuck together before he pulls out midway, smearing a palm against your stuffed pussy. “ ‘n i love her especially, s- so much.”

[prettiedup]

gojo and fucking his babygirl till she cant walk since she keeps stomping off when she has an attitude

satoru has noticed that you’ve changed. while you’re still his sweet girl, your attitude has gotten worse and worse. it really only comes out when he says something that you hadn't anticipated on hearing. 

after a long exhausting day of being the school’s golden boy and being recorded and having to talk rehearsed lines (‘perks’ of the gojo family funding a sufficient amount towards the school) it was all over. much to his luck, the frat house was completely void when he finally came home一well almost. you were sitting on the L shaped couch, waiting for him like an obedient puppy. he does little to hide his smile when he sees you jump to your feet once you realize he’s home. 

“hi, toru!” you’re smiling so hard and your arms are wrapping around him before he has the chance to fully respond.

“hey, babygirl.” he allows you to hug him. he pats the top of your head while basking in how comforting the interaction feels. “how’d you get here?” he asks. he remembers vividly dropping you off at your section of your dorm two nights ago.

“suguru dropped me off.” the smile quickly washes off of his face. a displeased scowl substitutes the once there smile. 

“i thought i told you to stay away from him?” not only did he tell you to stay away from suguru, but sukuna, choso, and mahito too. it’s not like he didn’t trust you, it’s them who he didn’t trust. innocent, naive, good girls; you’re their type. they would possibly do you even worse than how satoru treats you, and he knows that. that’s why he strives so hard to keep you separated from his friend group.

“he came up t’me, toru.” you explain. “‘nd i told him that i wanted t’see you ‘nd he told me that you were busy but he could drop me off here ‘nd i wait in your room until you came back.” 

even though your explanation seems logical and realistic, he still didn’t want the two of you to interact. no matter the circumstances. he lets out a frustrated groan. he’s too tired to lecture you. he’ll talk your words with a  grain of salt this time. 

“c’mon, baby. ‘m tired.” even with the two of you traveling a short distance upstairs and into his room, you still hold his hand. he doesn’t fight you on it, opting to allow you to do whatever keeps you satisfied.

you sit happily on the edge of the bed while satoru begins stripping out of his clothes. you’re shameless as you take peeks at his body, when did his little shy girl grow so confident?

“uhmm toru, while we were in the car suguru told me about the party that’s happening this saturday.” you comment. your words are hesitant as you bring up the new topic.

“yeah, ryomen is throwin’ it this time.” he nods his head mindlessly. he’s pulling out clothes through his drawers, searching for his plaid pajama pants that aren't folded and tucked in its usual spot.

“he invited me to go.” you squeak out.

satoru chuckles at your admission. “‘m gonna be busy this weekend, so..” he trails off.

“who’s gonna take me to the party then?” you ask in worry.

“no one. ‘cus you’re not going.” satoru pauses his rummaging to look at you. the expression on your face is almost comical. a mixture of shock and confusion is displayed.

“uh-huh, toru. i already told him i’d come.” you say in retaliation.

satoru makes a mental note to address suguru inviting you places without his agreement. usually, satoru usually doesn’t care when suguru offers to the girls he sleeps with, but you’re different.

"you're not going."

“...yes i am.” 

“no you’re not.” satoru replies, sarcasm is etched into his tone and he’s looking at you as if you have three heads.

“why not?!” your voice is rising and you jump up from your spot on his bed. you look up at him with a frown as you question him.

“cause ‘m not gonna be there.” he says it as though it is the clearest thing in the world.

“why does that matter, toru? i can handle goin’ alone.” you’re now defensive and upset. satoru can tell from your tone that you’re about to throw a tantrum and can only sigh as he prepares for the inevitable. 

“‘m not allowin’ you to go to a party thrown by sukuna alone.” he contradicts. 

“toruuuu.” you whine. “you’re being unfair!”

“am i?” he laughs.

you huff and whine some more. satoru ignores your whines, continuing to scavenge for his pants. the pile of clothes on the floor is growing increasingly larger and his drawers are growing bare.

“where the fuck is it?” he says aloud, his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. 

you stop whining once you realize he’s ignoring you. frustration grows throughout your body as you look up at him with a scowl. you had grown used to satoru caving in quickly and to see him withstanding your antics absolutely enraged you.

“you’re so一stupid! i hate you!” you scream. you stomp towards the closed bedroom door while continuing to utter insults at him. 

there goes the new attitude, the loud yelling, the stomping, the insults. you’ve only done it twice before and satoru has had to put you in your place both times, this time is no different.

before you could even twist the knob, you feel a strong hand grasp the back of your neck. a sharp breath manages to escape your throat when you’re suddenly yanked backwards. it feels like your world is spinning when your back suddenly hits the mattress. 

satoru is quick to climb on top of you, his legs slot on either side of your body. 

there are angry tears pouring from your fierce eyes that soften up once you see the stern expression on his face. 

“t-to-”

“shut up.” he’s pulling your dress up to your stomach and shuffling to move to the side of you. he forces your legs open, his crystal blue eyes take notice of the way your panties hug your pussy. he could see a small wet spot seeping through your panties. he roughly yanks your panties down to your  ankles.

“t-toruuu..” you mewl. you know whats about to happen next and you try to brace yourself. 

the wind is almost knocked out of your chest when you feel his rough palm slap down onto your pussy. you flinch and kick your legs out of reflex. you squirm to move away from him which only makes him use his other hand to grab you by your throat. 

“fuckin’. rude. girl.” with every word, he’s slapping your pussy. loud screams escape out of your mouth, you try to shut your legs so that he couldn’t have any more access, satoru huffs out a breath and forcefully opens your legs back up. 

“stop.” his voice is deepened and the solidity is hard to disobey.

you could do nothing but lay there and take the slappings. every time his hand would strike down onto your pussy you would flinch and let out a weak moan. 

“of course you’d start moanin’.” he tuts. he moves from his position and stands at the edge of the bed. he grips your panties that are hanging loosely around your ankles and throws them elsewhere on the bed. he grabs you by your thighs and scoots you until your ass is hanging off the edge.

“i was jus mad, daddy, i didn’t mean anything i said.” you sniffle as you watch his cockhead rub against the entrance of your throbbing pussy.

“jus’ mad, huh?” he mumbles. he rubs his through your wetness for a few moments before sliding inside of you. on a regular day, he would’ve prepped you and made sure you were prepared enough for him to sink his lengthy cock into you. but its hard to be kind to you when you act like such a fucking brat.

“mhmm, d-daddy. was jus’ mad.” there are still tears lingering in your eyes that satoru ignores. “i don’t hate you, daddy.” you add on.

“‘s too late to apologize, babygirl. you know what happens when you act up like that.” 

you bite down on your lip while looking at him with a look of confliction. “‘m sorry.” you whimper. “are you一really mad at me or just a little?” 

“absolutely pissed, babygirl.” he says before snaking his hand back to your neck. he slams your head down onto the mattress and squeezes. 

his hips snaps into you, your wetness is already getting all over his cock and heavy balls <3. from his slapping, you feel sensitive, way more than usual. loud struggling mewls escape from your mouth as his hips speed up.

he keeps his hand around your neck but stops squeezing once his other hand goes to cover both your mouth and nose. “you’ve said enough today, babydoll. shut. the. fuck. up.” with every word, he grinds his cock deeper into your pussy. 

“rude little girl. gonna show you what happens t’girls who piss their daddy off.” he promises.

[tonycries]

Initiation!

Synopsis. “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader, Geto Suguru x Reader, Fushiguro Toji x Reader, brief Nanami x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, fratboy! JJK men, gangbang, frat sweetheart! reader, cumplay, choking, oral (male + female), anal, double penetration, cunnilingus, Suguru is MEAN - so is everyone else, some heinous things idek how to tag, unprotected, no curses! AU, marking, pet names (princess, darling, doll), swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. Am not the same person I was before I wrote this…

Art by @_3aem on X.

Tequila was your best friend when Suguru and Satoru weren’t around.

Which is probably why you were five shots deep before 9pm, heavy bass thrumming through your veins and sleek tabletop steady under your rocky heels.

Everything was a blur. The pulsing neon lights, cheers following your every sway and twirl, and the atmosphere heavy with beer and laughter in that heady Jujutsu Phi frat house. 

You almost miss that familiar flash of cloudy white locks and those narrowed black eyes greedily watching your hips to the beat. Almost. 

An excited exclamation of “There’s our all-new sweetheart!”. And the world tilts.

Falling down really does feel good. Especially when the ground is so warm - and smells faintly of overpriced cologne. 

“Careful, there, Satoru. Wouldn’t wanna hurt the sweetheart right before initiation.” 

A pair of strong arms underneath you, and a deep voice hot against your ear. “Havin’ a lotta fun without us, huh?”

Oh, you’d recognize those devastatingly handsome faces anywhere. You blink, eyebrows furrowed slightly at your best friends as you tried to focus on their words. “Sweetheart? Me?”

To your right, Suguru nods slowly, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Absolutely. Who else? No one better we can think of, darling.” 

Satoru’s eager voice chimes in, “As presidents, and the only men to binge Bridgerton with you, we love you. The frat brothers love you too, especially our supervisor.”

“Mmm, I dunno. What do I hafta do?” face heating and words slurring together, in your alcohol-induced haze, you miss the devilish glance shared between the two. 

Satoru chuckles, a dark glint in his eyes, “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.”

Your laughter is infectious, and without much hesitation you raise your empty shot glass in toast, “Hmm, deal! To the newest frat sweetheart! How hard can it be?”

---

The consequences aren’t half as fun as the chaos.

Wincing at the dull ache reverberating in your head, you struggle to make sense of your surroundings in the dim lighting. Still disoriented and bleary-eyed, you sink into soft navy bed sheets.

Ah, soft. So soft. Warm, with a tinge of candied apples.

Satoru.

Slight panic setting in, and Satoru’s room swaying ever-so-slightly, you try to will away the overplayed pop pounding from the party still raging below - focusing on the whispered conversation at the foot of the bed..

“---blast at the party------”

“------frat---sweetheart.”

Head snapping up in a daze, the word “sweetheart” echoes in your ears. 

Something heated and prickly pools in your stomach as fragments of memories from not too long ago begin to piece themselves together. 

Your dawning realization - and sense of impending doom - is interrupted by a soft hum of delight

“Well, well, look who’s finally awake - our dear sweetheart.” Satoru teases, while Suguru, with his arms crossed, chuckles.

Liquor suddenly nowhere on your mind, your heart races - something about the suggestive gleam in their eyes doesn’t exactly ease your nerves. Your cheeks flare, the room feels suddenly smaller, the air thicker. 

You sit up, rubbing your temples, and the two of them exchange loaded glances that send shivers creeping down your spine.

Satoru pushes himself off the wall with a devious smirk, taking a deliberate step closer. “How’s our sweetheart feeling? You knocked out for a good hour or two, y’know. Was almost worried you’d miss the initiation~”

“What the fuck did I agree to?” you mutter to yourself. Yet, Suguru answers anyway, his voice a dangerous purr, “Just a little test of courage, darling. But don’t you worry; we’ll take very good care of you.”

Satoru nods, his gaze intense. “It’s all in good fun, princess. You’ll see.” His warm breath grazes your face as they tower over you, inching closer and closer. “Now, you wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”

Goosebumps erupt along your shoulders at the proximity - and the realization - all the way down to where your thighs were desperately squeezing together. Shit.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. It was hard to be best friends with them for years and not hear about the whispered rumors of how they were in bed. Enough to send a woman to heaven - or the hospital - they said. And you couldn’t deny that ugly little part of you that was sinfully curious.

A beat passes in the suddenly charged air. As if they were waiting. Studying your reaction - like predators stalking their cornered prey. Will you run away? Will you fight? Will you submit to them completely?

The room is silent, except for the distant thump of the music below, seemingly miles away. 

One. Two

Finally - not trusting yourself to speak - you manage a nod. 

Darkened blue eyes meet Suguru’s half-lidded ones, a silent understanding passing between them before resting on you - splayed out on the bed and tight dress hiking up so enticingly.

Oh. 

Oh, shit. You were in for it.

Without warning, Satoru surges forward, lips catching yours in a bruising kiss. You whine against his soft lips, the distinct taste of Baileys and Satoru completely filling your senses - you almost don’t register the slow, purposeful trail of kisses Suguru leaves down your heated neck. Almost.

Skin searing where his lips linger along your jawline, Suguru murmurs, vibrations sending a jolt of electricity right to your core. “Shhh, relax, darling. We’ll take care of everything.”

Maybe it was the way Suguru’s words were dripping in lust and something dangerous, tongue darting out to lick a long, sensual stripe up your neck.

Or maybe it was the way Satoru was sloppily licking at your lips, thumb pushing your chin down to suck on your tongue with his candy lips. But the room was spinning - and this time, it wasn’t the alcohol. 

“T-Toru- Sugu-” a muffled whine you barely even recognize rips from the back of your throat - and it was like something snapped. Maybe their restraint, maybe their sanity - definitely you by the end of this.

A hand hot on your thigh - Suguru’s or Satoru’s? You don’t have the time to wonder, the sequins hit the ground before you even realize what is happening. 

Skin-tight dress now in tatters on Satoru’s carpeted floor, you shudder as the cold air hits your heated skin. Large hands everywhere. Cupping your ass, tweaking your hardened nipples through your bra. Leaving your underwear in such a disarray as if it killed them to see you clothed.

“Shit. Suguru, look at this.” Satoru’s groans lowly, predatory gaze transfixed on the sight of your dripping cunt..

“Oh fuck, darling. Were you all ready and expecting this, hm? Our perfect lil’ slut.” Suguru’s smiles sinfully as he looms closer, a long finger playing teasingly with the thin fabric of your now-soaked panties.

You buck your hips, desperate for more fiction, as a manicured nail lightly grazes your swollen folds. Shit, and you thought Suguru would be the nicer of the two. “Please, Sugu.”

“Now now. Behave, darling. Wouldn’t want to get off on a wrong start to the initiation.” Suguru hums, pulling off your panties completely as Satoru’s iron-hold grip on your hips pin you helplessly to the bed. You struggle pathetically, leaking pussy aching for more more more.

And Satoru - your ever-merciful Satoru - listens to your desperate keens. Because, agonizingly slow, he drops to his knees, eye-level with your quivering pussy. 

“I’ll be taking this as payment, princess.” he hums, hot breath hitting your cunt in a way that almost makes you miss the way he snatches your wet panties right out of Suguru’s hands. As if a prize to be won.

Your face burns at the humiliation - or maybe at the way strong hands wrestle your thighs open. You gasp at the burn of the stretch, tense air grazing your throbbing clit as Suguru lets out a low whistle in appreciation.

You were so exposed. So vulnerable. And these fuckers hadn’t even taken off their goddamn shirts yet. 

Mouth opening to retort - or maybe beg for an ounce of friction, just anything that would-

Bang!

Dazed, you whirl your head towards where the door had now slammed open. In your lust-induced haze, you barely register the notion that someone else was going to see you so spread so shamefully and dripping all over Satoru’s sheets. Ah, they were going to scream. They were going to run away-

“Aww, already started without me?” a deep voice rumbles, raspy, dangerous. “Shit, these two brats weren’t kiddin’, you’re such a doll, aren’t you?” 

Satoru’s smirk grows at the slick pooling at your core as you make out just who it was that stood so imposingly at the door. 

Toji Fushiguro.

Someone you’d heard of more than you’d seen - for several reasons. Known around campus as the long-standing supervisor for Jujutsu Phi, but known more popularly amongst students as the man with a dick to die for.

The shutting of the heavy wooden door reverberates across the electrifying air inside. Your mouth drops into a soft oh as you spot the rock-hard cock straining furiously against Toji’s trousers, a dark patch of precum already pooling at the tip.

Oh. No wonder they say his dick can split you in half. 

Eyes following his every purposeful step towards the bed, you absent-mindedly wonder whether your best friends were hiding a matching achingly hard cocks. 

“Oh, fuck yes. Such a pretty pussy.” Toji appraises your cunt, greedily eyeing the way your walls flutter around nothing, slick pooling where Satoru was but a few inches away from where you needed him the most.

“Yo, old man. Catch.” Satoru’s voice rings in the loaded air. Muscled arms flexing, Toji easily catches the flimsy piece of fabric thrown at him, a lecherous smile growing as he realizes what it is.  “M’gonna have a lot of fun with you, doll.”

“Don’t count us out now, Toji. I’ll be making sure she’s absolutely ruined.” Suguru’s slow, sinful drawl has your head spinning.

Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru doesn’t speak.

Instead, he dives nose-deep in your cunt. Pretty ruby lips meeting your swollen ones, urgently lapping up your sweet juices, as if a man dying of thirst.

“Hah- Oh! Toru!” you whine, hips bucking up into his hot tongue as he bullies past your folds and into your quivering entrance, hurried yet methodical. You could feel Satoru’s lips curling at the lewd whimpers ripping from your throat. Bruising grip on your hips pulling you impossibly deeper onto his greedy tongue. 

He wastes no time - stretching you out on his tongue so sinfully, dipping in and out of your dripping hole at a merciless pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Hope you didn’t forget us, darling. I’d be heartbroken.” Suguru’s mocking words ring in your ears. Not completely present with Satoru’s dizzying abuse on your cunt, you can do nothing as Suguru snakes a hand down to your heated core. 

“Don’t move, doll.” 

And before you know it, two more sets of hands are unforgivingly on you.

All you can do is just lay there and take it as Suguru’s cruel, slender fingers tease your folds, up and down up and down - pointedly skipping your throbbing clit. A languid, sadistic smile spreads across his face as you whine in desperation.

Where Satoru was generous and impatient, Suguru wanted to make you cry. How could you ever have thought he’d be the nice one?

Hasty lips are on yours now, a small scar rubbing your lips in a way that so obscenely reminded you of the tongue still ruthlessly fucking into you right now. Pulling away mere centimeters, Toji murmurs lowly, “Open your mouth.”

As if on auto-pilot, you groan as Toji's steady stream of spit hits your ready tongue. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the warm feeling, tasting of sin and everything you shouldn’t be doing.

Thick, calloused fingers squeeze your cheeks together, his spit now drooling down the corner of your mouth. “Now, show me what those pretty lips can do.” Toji grits out. 

Your eyes widen as he pulls down his pants just enough for his furiously hard cock to spring free, sculpted thighs straddling the side of your face. 

Thick and unforgiving. A prominent vein twirling delicately down his monstrous length. Precum leaking onto his sculpted abdomen, dripping erotically down to mix with your soaked underwear in his veined hand gripping the base.

Nervous eyes flitting between Toji’s bulging cock in front of you, to the slick dripping down Suguru’s wrist, and Satoru’s hooded eyes, miles away, and grinning devilishly around your cunt - you’re sure of one thing - you’d be damn lucky to make it out alive.

Toji’s throbbing head pokes your kiss-bitten lips, precum salty on your tongue. He spares no mercy.

“C’mon now. If you’re actin’ like such a cockslut then learn to take it like one.” Searing grip on your hair, Toji pushes his cock all the way down your ready throat, using your mouth as if it was nothing more than his favorite fucktoy. Maybe you’ll become his favorite fucktoy.

Your pathetic, wet gurgles mix with the lewd squelches of your cunt as Toji’s heavy balls hit your chin. Fat head hitting the back of your throat and your nose pressed into the tufts of thick, black hair at his pelvis. “Mmm fuck yeah.” he groans, thick fingers pressing around your neck to feel his dick down your throat. 

Drawing low hisses as you tongue at his slit, you breath in the heady scent of Toji and you on your panties and Toji-

“Look s’pretty gagging on his cock, darling.” Suguru’s voice is still silken smooth, mockingly pressing a kiss to your cheek. Pooling the trail of spit and precum on his tongue, before licking a long, languid stripe.

“F-fucking freak.” Toji huffs out a laugh, relishing the way you moan so lewdly around his cock. “Oh? You like that, doll? Little slut, aren’t ya?”

A dangerous chuckle, and he’s thrusting animalistically into your poor, pretty mouth. Balls tightening each time his thick cock disappears into your mouth, lips stretching almost-painfully to accommodate him. Toji’s hand closes tighter around your throat, blocking your airway. Making you choke and gasp for air around his cock, blood roaring in your ears.

Shit, he was going to break you.

Suguru’s clever mouth was on your aching tits now, jolts of electricity going straight to your cunt as he tweaks and teases your hardened nipples. Thumb rubbing harshly over your sensitive tip the way he wouldn’t with your clit. Over and over-

“Suguru, gimme the bra.” you whine, hips bucking as Satoru’s muffled words send vibrations exactly where you wanted.

In a flash, your bra is unclasped and thrown to Satoru. Wrapping it around one large hand, it disappears where you cannot see. Yet the jerky, impatient movements of his hand below - up, up, up - and down have your walls clamping down desperately on Satoru’s tongue.

Ah, he looked so pretty when he was shut up with his mouth full of your dripping cunt. Fucked out whimpers leave Satoru’s throat at each flick of his tongue, fucking your pretty pussy with his mouth till you felt raw.

Suguru - the ever-graceful Suguru - had his brows furrowed desperately. Lips messy with spit as he bites and teases your nipples hard, making you cry out in wet, little gurgles that muffle around the throbbing erection in your mouth, fucking into you with reckless abandon. Toji’s heavy balls stinging your face as he bottoms out with each harsh shove down your throat. 

He didn’t care if you could breathe - as long as you sucked the ever-loving soul out of him.

The heady air is urgent now. Hasty movements now becoming more and more frenzied. Mindless with lust. Filthy. Debauched. It was so fucking sinful. 

So it only made sense that your orgasm was the same.

You see white as you cum - or maybe that was the hot, thick ropes of seed that Toji painted your face with. Moans muffled and hips bucking deliriously, you moan breathlessly as neither of the three men give up their relentless abuse. 

Your head shot up blindly in pleasure, sharp teeth digging into your shoulder - hard enough to break skin. Suguru. 

Wrestled down onto the bed by three sets of strong arms still groping the expanse of your body, you ride out your white-hot high on the taste of Toji slipping down your throat, Satoru’s still merciless tongue, and Suguru’s index finally pressing down on your throbbing clit. Hard. 

Blood roaring in your ears, your vision blurs as you sink into the mattress. You think you’re in heaven, and it was only fitting that these demons with angelic faces were the first things that you see there.

“You alright, darling? Can’t have you go passing out on us mid-initiation, now.” Suguru tuts, sharing a glance with Satoru, who was absolutely dripping in satisfaction - and your slick, prettily glossing his lips and nose.

“Mmm- s’fucked out. Ah-” Your violent climax leaves you limp, and you feel like a fucking ragdoll with the way Suguru wraps a steady arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close against him. You whine as your stinging tits meet his toned body, sticky with the heat of the room. When did he even take his shirt off? 

Satoru isn’t too far behind, with little care for the buttons flinging across the room as he rips his shirt open - creamy chest peeking out in all its chiseled glory. Shit.

You almost miss the bed shifting as Toji sits on the edge, watching the three of you with greedy eyes as he fists his cum-covered cock with your panties. Teasing, purposeful movements up his length.

Suguru’s hand stroking your face, Satoru’s on your hips.

“After all that princess, you deserve a little treat.” Satoru purrs lowly, lips glistening with your juices and breath hot against your ear. Shivers run along your spine - right down to where he was groping and playfully swatting your ass. Darkened eyes narrowed at the way it jiggled against his large hands. 

“T-treat? Wha-” 

Your disoriented stammers are stuck in your throat as Suguru shoves two long fingers into your mouth. Whatever moans leaving your lips are choked and muffled as he forces you to taste yourself. 

Fingers intertwining with your tongue, you’re delirious with the want for more more more - and evidently, Suguru is too, throbbing and leaking with need as he pushes his soiled boxers down. Something cold makes you flinch as your quivering thigh grazes his clothed erection. 

Oh. Who knew your best friend had a dick piercing?

“Fuck, darling. Really should’ve done this sooner.” he murmurs, voice thick with lust and more to himself than you. “Mhm. You don’t know how hard it was to not bend you over and stuff you till you can’t speak, princess~” a whisper from behind you - Satoru.

Before you know it, Satoru’s lips find yours in a fiery kiss amidst it all. As if he couldn’t get enough of the sweet taste of your cunt - and probably never will. 

Suguru is languid and unhurried where Satoru is impatient and starved, rutting desperately against your ass. 

Every twirl of Suguru’s finger is deliberate, leaving a trail of lingering electricity in its wake. And with searing passion, Satoru’s tongue tastes you in all the ways he possibly could. The three of you tangled in an unholy act. 

Fuck, it was messy. So fucking messy. 

Delicate strings of saliva and slick connecting you to the two as drool drips down the corner of your mouth, eyes scrunched closed at the sinful pleasure.

“Fucking freaks.” Toji spits out, eyeing Satoru’s fingers inching closer and closer to your ass, deftly prodding at your quivering entrance. Yet, his movements only grow more urgent, fucking his fist in desperate need to cum - to cum all over you once more.

Satoru pulls away, and you shiver at the cold feeling of his saliva hitting your rim. Once. Twice. Thrice just to watch the way your hole quivers so obscenely for him. 

In the haze of the pure want of the three men around you, it slowly dawns on you that they won’t stop until they’ve fucked you half to death. And you cunt clenches in anticipation. 

Maybe you really were a little slut. 

Suguru only has his flushed tip kissing your folds, but you already feel so fucking full. Maybe it was the way Satoru was now bullying long, pale fingers through that first, tight little circle of muscle. Scissoring you open, hooking a thumb to stretch your slutty hole till he was more than satisfied. 

Through the corner of your eye, you watch Toji. Eyes half-lidded, gaze locked with yours, and looming closer towards you. 

Before you knew it, a rough hand grasps yours, wrapping so daintily around Toji’s fat, leaking tip. Guiding your hand, thumbing his slit to pull his dick in harsh, mindless pulls to get off. It has your sensitive cunt so heated and dripping, slick trailing down your shaky legs. 

“Suguru, think our little sweetheart is ready? Don’t think I can hold back any longer, all her pretty holes are begging me to fuck her.”

You weren’t going to make it out alive. Maybe you didn’t want to.

He doesn’t wait for a response. Your surprised yelps are gagged on Suguru’s fingers as Satoru sheaths himself in your ready hole. A low groan ripping from his throat as you clamp down on him, struggling to bear with the delicious stretch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, despite the panic setting in, as he pushes deeper and deeper. Inch by inch. “Fuck s’tight. So tight, princess.”

Was he even halfway in? He had to be, right?

Arm now burning with the feeling of Toji fucking his throbbing erection into your fist, you risk a glance behind you, catching a glimpse of the deliciously flushed cock pressing into you. Long, pale, so pretty - so Satoru. 

Chuckling at the dilemma on your face, Suguru hums. “Now, Satoru. That hardly seems fair. Don’t be greedy.” And at that last word, Suguru’s leaking tip pushes past your entrance - thick , with a long vein running down the middle, cold metal of his piercing making your walls twitch - grunting at the resistance that came with being so fucking full from both ends. 

“Just getting to fucking her already. Look at the pretty doll, so eager to please. She’s begging for it.” you moan at Toji’s impatient comment, his precum coating your hand a pretty gloss. You’re fucking yourself in mindless, shallow, bounces that have you split open on both throbbing cocks. 

Satoru’s hand snaking down to wildly draw circles on your clit, jolting at the overstimulation, whine deliriously as both Satoru and Suguru bottom out inside of you. 

Deep moans bouncing off the walls - tight, so tight. You were going to make them pass out. Or worse, cum before you.

“S’alright hah- Fuck!” Suguru can barely get the words out, you’ve never seen Suguru - all grace and poise - lose his composure like this. A slave to desire. And if Suguru was losing control then Satoru was on the edge of absolute insanity, darkened eyes blown-out and short, broken whines leaving his mouth at each breath.

You, on the other hand, have never felt more awake. 

“Oh- oh fuck. Can’t- Too much. Hngh-” Raspy moans ripping from your throat at each little movement, hips moving in a mindless tandem with your best friends’ as they start thrusting in slow, experimental thrusts. 

You felt so unforgivingly full - organs secondary to the cocks splitting you apart till you could barely form sentences.

Filthy. Fucking filthy. 

And the only place you wanted to be right now.

Pulse banging against your throat, sight spotty, you don’t even know if what you’re feeling is pain or pleasure. Head only full of Satoru and Suguru and Toji and Satoru and-

“Awww, look at her- hah- Cock-drunk little whore can’t even speak.”

Bruised tits bouncing as Suguru and Satoru move in sync, fucked-out, animalistic ramming of their cocks into your stretched out little pussy. Delicate tears stream down your face. Your pace on Toji’s twitching dick now jerky, desperate movements to keep your sanity. “Jus’ like that, doll. Yeah-” 

You could feel the burning stretch as their throbbing cocks rubbed against each other through your walls. Balls smacking against your stinging skin and their prominent veins massaging your snug cunt just right. The slapping of skin and Toji’s squelching have your head spinning.

A wolfish bite on your exposed neck - Satoru - as he tried to keep himself together. Arching you deeper into him, thrusts stemming from a carnal, depraved part of him. Faster.

“Oh. So good, princess. Hole sucking me in so good. Ah- fuck. Could do this for the rest of my life.”

“Nasty girl. You love this, don’t you?” Suguru purrs, amusement evident in his tone.

“Y-yes! Love it! Love it Sugu- Toru-” 

With a harsh slap to your clit, both men speed up their pace in your sloppy holes. Relishing in the precum and slick dripping down their sensitive lengths, and the creamy rings forming around their bases.

More. More. More more more more-

This orgasm is more obscene than the last. Supported by Suguru and Satoru’s strong arms, spread open and stuffed so shamefully by their throbbing erections. Your head is thrown back, voice-shot as broken moans leave your swollen lips. Fist moving in a mindless rhythm - no reason or rhyme.

“F-fuck, darling. Gonna-”

All it takes are your half-lucid, fucked out mewls, walls wrestling with the effort to clench around them, for Suguru and Satoru to slam into you purposefully. Once. Twice. Before spilling into you in unison. 

“Hngh- M’cumming. Oh, god m’cumming, princess. Ah! Milking me so good.”

Thick, hot ropes of cum that fill your snug holes. You could feel your stomach inflating, enough to make you feel like you’ll explode.

Cock-drunk, you’re dead weight in their arms as Suguru and Satoru moan in relief, riding out their highs. Endless spurts of their seed splashing into you. It dribbles out of your overfilled cunt and ass, soiling the wet bed sheets beneath you.

Soaked in their cum, barely conscious, body aching all over. Ah, this was heaven. 

“Switch. Wanna cum in her pretty hole.” 

You jolt as Satoru snarks under his breath, pulling out his still-hard head with a lewd pop! A wave of his hot cum gushing out of your abused hole, pooling so sinfully beneath you.

Your knees buckle, brain not catching up yet. Too fucked out, your ready ass barely resists as Toji presses his rock-hard tip inside, pulsing with need. 

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it.” Grunting lowly, veins popping out as his thick cum spurts uncontrollably from his twitching cock. Once. Twice. Thrice. Missing your hole slightly, splattering on your ass. Pushing his leaking head inside in desperate, shallow thrusts. He just needed it inside you.

Slowing to a stop, “Now, what do you say?”

“Th-thank you, daddy.” 

Vision blacking, you barely even register the words. It’s all that is muttered out before Toji pulls out in one, fluid motion and you’re thrown around like a ragdoll. Suguru’s hand firmly pinning yours behind your back, glistening cock still in you, legs spread sinfully open.

He licks a long stripe down your cheek, your tears salty on his tongue. “Don’t think the initiation’s done yet, darling.”

Cum leaking helplessly out of you, Satoru’s hungry gaze - blue eyes barely recognizable - meets yours. “Oh, fuck. Just look at you princess. So defiled. Makes me wanna eat out all the cum inside you before pumping you full of mine again.”

“Don’t cream yourself just yet, Satoru. I think we’re about to have another initiation coordinator.”

What?

Sure enough, distant footsteps steadily approach. Growing louder with each passing second, thick with anticipation. 

Closer. And closer.

The door is suddenly thrown open, light filtering in through the door, illuminating the stern figure standing in the doorway. 

Nanami Kento.

The frat treasurer, infamous as the devastatingly handsome impersonation of a stick up one’s ass, known for rejecting any and every advance left and right. 

His sharp gaze sweeps the charged room, dark eyes revealing nothing, catching on your teary, fucked out gaze, miles away. Body covered in cum and spit, marked like you were thrown to the wolves. Satoru grits his teeth with an impatient huff, looking like he’s ready to positively devour you, irritated at the interruption. 

“What are you doing? This is an embarrassment to Jujutsu Phi.”

In the twinge of disappointment, you can’t help but feel a brief glimmer of hope. Ah, Nanami Kento. Maybe he will be your savior - a temporary respite from the men who seem ready to eat you alive. And won’t stop till you’re not.  

“If you’re going to initiate her then show no mercy.”

The door slams behind him as he steps inside the heated hellhole. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Satoru’s burning whisper in your ear.

“Welcome to the brotherhood, sweetheart.”

A/N. Whew this turned out longer than expected. Tried a new formatting thing, how we liking it??

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