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pleasured-ambrosia · 6 months

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CHERRY KNOTS┊learning how to kiss from one of the most popular guys at your school was not on your university bingo card, but who were you to complain?

content: female!reader x gojo satoru, college au, many mentions of sleeping around, reader is inexperienced and compares things to media like anime and movies, heavy petting, consent checks, clothed sex, cumming in their underwear, lots of kissing, reader has a named friend that gives her advice. word count: 2.2k

you have only spent five minutes alone with gojo satoru and you already feel out of your depth.

honestly, it's to be expected considering your history. he was, in all intents and purposes, more experienced than you. known around campus for being unable to keep a girlfriend and spending most of his nights making out with randoms at parties. you? well you were a quiet and fairly reserved girl. you didn’t date in highschool and spent most of your youth dreaming about being with fictional men.

the only difference now was that satoru was very real and waiting for you patiently, leaning against his headboard with his legs spread out in front of him, welcoming.

"you can come closer, you know." he teases, “i won't eat you."

you sit at the very edge of the bed, resting on your knees and trying your best to keep your composure. your fist clenches against his comforter before shifting to your lap. you fail to notice the way satoru's gaze follows your hand, or the way he licks his lips as it tugs the hem of your skirt so you don’t accidentally flash him. you grimace.

"you say that but,” you start to pull at a lose thread, “you're looking at me all funny."

he raises an eyebrow at this, leaning forward to place his hand on your thigh. the heat of his palm calms your subtle goosebumps, his thumb trailing a path across your soft skin. “it’s because i think you're pretty... and i like looking at pretty things.” his gaze shifts, moving from your eyes to your chest; the swell of your breasts and then back up to your lips.

“if you like looking at pretty things then you could always go back to the nice blonde from last night—“

“i think i’m doing fine here, don’t you think?” he asks, a teasing tone to his question. he is calmer than you have ever seen him, focus unwavering. you’re used to him at his rowdiest, loud and all over the place.

“come closer,” he whispers. you know from the look in his eyes that he is both mischief and grace in one annoyingly handsome package. rust and stardust. “i want to give you your first lesson.”

your first lesson as he calls it, is in kissing. as mentioned before, you were inexperienced in the ways of sex and romance. your close friend, naj, had coaxed this confession out of you a week ago in your shared dorm room.

“don’t worry about it! ‘s not like you’re the only person that hasn’t gotten their first kiss.” she said, “most people that lose their virginities in secondary school don’t enjoy it, anyway. you aren’t missing out.”

you huffed, throwing yourself on the bed as a pout appeared on your lips. “that’s the thing, though, naj. i always wanted something like that. a highschool sweetheart, an enemies to lovers feisty drama, something exciting! all we have here is frat boys with a laundry list of red flags.”

your friend considered this for a moment, a brown hand curving over her chin and resting on her cheek. she tilts her head and the ends of her hijab curve slightly down her back. “true… but that can also be exciting, no? i mean it’s not like you plan on falling in love with these guys, right? just use one of them for some fun and then go run off into the sunset with the next cute boy you meet.”

you consider this for a moment but who could you possibly think of as a potential contender? regardless, you cave.

“…i guess that could be an option.”

“i support it, i also support any and all details you’d like to share afterwards so that i can live vicariously through you. speaking of details, did you hear about megumi and yuuji? apparently…”

you find yourself zoning out of your usual gossip session, refocusing on your potential options. surely not geto suguru with his gentle voice, pretty hair, and expressive eyes. you know he’d be easy to fall for, easy to love.

you could always try nanami kento, but he was too stoic and good natured. if anything, you’d fall in love with his stability and forthrightness. he’d never leave you confused in where you stood, would treat you the way your mother always said that you should.

ryomen sukuna was also an option, but his red flags were so bright that even his eyes reflected their color. you’d get burned, severely, and something about his unwavering possession over the simple things makes you think he’d drop dead before letting you go — so now there was only one option, the perfect contender for something like this; gojo satoru.

he was unserious and loud, a rich boy with a god complex according to naj’s description. if the rumors were true, monogamy was not his strong point, which meant he was perfect. you would be the girl of the week and he could fulfill his purpose for you. all you had to do was ask and he was surprisingly open to the idea. the deal was you’d start off slow, kissing and heavy petting before moving on to actual sex.

you were certain that you could handle it and he was more than eager to teach you everything he knew. so, here you were, in his dorm and hesitant in your movements as you close in on him. your first kiss was finally about to happen but all you could think about was whether or not you’d be able to keep up.

“are you nervous?” he asks, nosing against your cheek. he presses a soft kiss there and you feel your breath stutter. you’ve been touched by other people before and kissed on the cheek more times than you can count… but not like this. never like this. his hand is still caressing your thigh and you don’t have the burning urge to pull away from him.

“i’m in the bedroom of a guy i met three days ago, having him teach me how to kiss…” you gulp. “yeah, gojo, i’m nervous.”

“satoru.”

“what?”

his lips begin to trail down from your cheek, gently pressing against your soft neck until he reaches your pulse point. “call me satoru. if i’m going to be your first then we should be well acquainted, right?”

you feel yourself being eased down on the bed, his body resting on top of yours but not… trapping you. you can tell by the way he hovers that you could easily slip from beneath him, if you wanted to. your arms wrap around his neck instinctively and you feel him smile against your skin. “okay… s-satoru,” you curse yourself for stuttering.

“good girl,” he murmurs, a gasp leaving your throat when something warm and wet grazes against your neck.

you realize after his teeth nip at you that his tongue is what scorched your skin, like every kiss needs to be sealed with the warmth of it.

you can’t help the soft whimper that leaves your mouth at his ministrations, the way your fingers tug at his white locs. the hiss that leaves his mouth is accompanied by the feeling of something twitching between your thighs, the bulge beneath his pants throbbing ever so slightly against your core.

“are you–“ you pause. “did i do that?”

he pulls away from your neck and the area instantly feels cold, shivers run down your spine. “who else, pretty? you did manage to figure out i like my hair being pulled, can’t blame a man for being weak. you sure you aren’t a pro?”

you swat at his chest and he catches your hand, tugging you up so that you sit directly in his lap. you try to ignore the length that presses against your clothed entrance. “i like this skirt, by the way...” his hands move from your waist to your hips, hesitantly hovering over your ass. he’s waiting for your permission and that’s the only reason you choose to grant it.

satoru grips you with large, confident hands. you let your own travel from his shoulders to his cheeks, leaning your forehead against his. your heart flutters as you allow yourself to imagine that you’re in the climax of your favorite shoujo anime.

the sunset streams in from his windows and bathes satoru in a healthy, orange glow. he is a stranger and you know this is only temporary, but you imagine that this moment is where your character would finally admit that she loves him.

“this okay?” he asks, leaning in so that you can feel the warmth of his mouth against yours. you nod and he gives you a mischievous grin. “then ask me for it… guys like when you take charge.”

you scoff slightly but manage to push your embarrassment to the back of your mind.

“kiss me, satoru.” you whisper, watching as his bright blue eyes glow in excitement.

just like that, your first kiss is taken — no — given to him. it’s a gentle peck, one you relish in despite its short time. when you open your eyes, he’s gazing at you to gauge your reaction. you respond by pulling him back in, a surprised noise leaving his lips.

his mouth is warm and fits against yours like the palms of two lovers clasping for the first time. you understand the movies and books a bit better now, you think. even though you aren’t in love with satoru, the kiss does not seem to take that in to account. your heart still flutters like crazy, your hands pull him close as his own grip your ass firmly. it is only when you feel wetness between your thighs that you realize he’s grinding you against his front, letting your weight press into him as he holds you close.

you realize that he hasn’t said anything, and pull away ever so slightly. he follows your lips, but you tilt his head up to meet your eyes. “satoru,” you breathe out, “what do i do now?”

he chuckles and presses a kiss to your nose. “you’re doing great, sweetheart. just keep following my lead.”

sweetheart. the giggle you let out doesn’t go unoticed by him, despite your efforts to keep it at bay. he was more charming than you realized. this could not be good for your health. “don’t,” you warn as he gears up to tease you. instead, you bring his lips to yours again and this time, you press down a little firmer on his lap. his breath flutters and you smile against his lips.

“aren’t you a fast learner,” he pants.

“you make a good teacher.”

you feel his tongue prod gently at your mouth, and you invite him in tentatively. it’s surprisingly… gentle and not demanding. he doesn’t “fight for dominance” in the same way your fan fictions always described it. satoru’s tongue is gentle and dances with yours, your own moan leaving your mouth as your clit rubs against the leaky clothed tip beneath his underwear. you didn’t even realize he’d tugged his sweats down.

“if it feels good,” he whispers in between kisses, “then keep going. i’m not going to stop you.”

you angle your hips back slightly and the pleasurable sensation returns. you try to hide your sounds of pleasure but satoru does not give you the space to do so, leaving your mouth to paint bright, blooming bruises on your neck. each bite and suck makes you throb in a way you’d only experienced in the comfort of your bedroom, alone and imagining.

but satoru’s as real as they come and you become painfully aware of it when you feel yourself losing control of where your hips move, a storm of hushed moans and whines leaving your mouth as you chase your high.

“satoru i–” you swallow the lump in your throat, “‘m gonna–“

“me too, pretty girl. it’s okay, don’t think about it.”

to further solidify his point, his lips capture yours once again. you find yourself gasping into his mouth as a coil in your stomach snaps, your orgasm harsh and sudden as you feel his cock twitch against the confines of boxers, begging to be released. with a guttural moan, satoru’s head tilts back as he comes undone, soiling his clothes as streams of cum drip and spill down to his balls and seep through the fabric of his underwear.

his sticky release coats your inner thighs, your chest heaving as you come to terms with the unfamiliar sensations you’ve just experienced. you lean in and press a kiss to his exposed neck, trailing up to his ear.

“holy shit, seriously, have you never done this before?”

you shake your head, warmth traveling up your cheeks. “did i do good?” you ask sheepishly.

“i just came in my pants and you’re asking me if you did good?”

“don’t say it like that!”

“why? that’s what happened.”

“it’s embarrassing.”

“you’re adorable.”

you close your mouth, burying your face deeper into his neck. “you’re annoying.”

he chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple. “don’t get too comfortable, i still need to get us cleaned up before you decide it’s time to take a nap.”

you like to imagine it is due to a sudden spout of madness that you respond with “can i help?”

he eyes nearly bulge out of his skull.

note: lol, hey. don’t take this too seriously. this idea has been in my drafts for months and i randomly decided to actually write it this morning. huge thank you to najma (@honeybleed) for letting me use her as a character.

TODOROSIE. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

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pleasured-ambrosia · 6 months

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scumbag (forever yours) | g. satoru

✫ tags ;; dark content ahead, stepcest, stepbro!gojo, fem!reader, implied age gap (it's like 6 years), unprotected sex, fingering, strained relationships, kinda exhibitionism ? 18+

✫ wc ;; 1.8k

✫ a/n ;; idk... idk man.

✫ synposis ;; you never know how gojo feels about you until he approaches you. you don't feel like denying him, either.

"She's proud of you."

Gojo's voice is even. Like he's reading the news, it's almost more solemn than what you're accustomed to. Instead of the usual vibrancy, the buoyant way of speaking you know well. There's something else attached to it, something thicker.

You're surprised at yourself, for knowing the details. Your head feels weighted on your shoulders as Gojo's fingers are slim over your sides. They trail underneath your loose sleep-tshirt. He's touching you. You don't know how to feel about it.

It makes your body feel like it's buzzing. You let out a low noise, and you can't look. Gojo is too much, like looking at fluorescent lights. Your spine arches as his hands dance over your body. They ghost over your chest.

The rooms door is closed and locked, but the laughter is there. The people, your family and some others. They laugh outside, mingling. Gojo blinks at you, then smiles.

"You're all she talks about," Gojo says with amusement, like he's thinking about something harder. His fingers cup your tits. Squeezing the flesh "How you're a smart, a good kid. On scholarship. No bad boyfriends."

Gojo's voice is something you can't place. Caught between resentful and not, between mocking and not. You don't know how he's feeling. Not like you ever really do. You just know his hands are big, and his breath is warm.

And that your bed feels too small with him in it, suffocating. His body keeps you under. He pinches your nipples and you whimper. He doesn't cover your mouth, even when he knows he should.

When you glance at the door, his hand cups your chin and brings your face to him. His lower fingers tap into your mouth, press your tongue. You drool and he grins.

"Are you really? What she says you are?"

You find it awkward, almost. That he's really asking you like he's curious. Gojo is weird like that, always has been. You always figured his distance was just because you were both past the age to be grown up together. People with separate lives, you didn't take offense. You weren't interested in playing family as it stands.

But.. it's not that. You think you're imagining it most of the time. The lingering in his expression, when you come home around the holidays. When you call him his first name.

"I don't try to be. I just do what's best for me."

His lips quirk at that. He drags your shirt up with your teeth, closing his whole mouth on your tits. You gasp, sharp. His hands make their way into your pants. Middle fingers pressed to clit, nimble but bold. Your hips roll up into him.

"What's best for you? What's that make this?"

"Y-youre - !"

"I'm?"

"You're awful." You managed through ragged breaths, lungs clasped in Gojo's unnervingly steady palms. An awkward resolution of tension, that's what you think. You think that Gojo is awful, and you mean it. You think the fact that he's ignored you for so long only to corner you is awful.

You think it's awful that you want him how you do. Every moment of his cold shoulder and lack of presence at family dinners. It's so Gojo to be kind to you once and then never again. To leave sincerity in your mothers wine glass.

"Awful?" He muses, fingers circling your clit. Tongue licking over your neck, teeth nibbling at your ear. He's so clothed and you're so naked. You're so wet you can feel it dribble down your thighs. You rut against his fingers again.

"The worst." You say, moan - aching for more of him. He obliges with a warm, affectionate sigh. His middle finger circles over your entrance, fluttering with want. The heel of his palm pressed into your sex - and you're so wet. Wanting and willing. You both know what this is, that it's bad.

But Gojo knows it's worse for you. He never misses your eyes of admiration. When he stands up to your mom for you, not out of anything and your heart leaps into your throat. What a complicated entanglement that leads you to Gojo without another thought.

He was expecting more resistance form you, likely. Gojo doesn't think you're bad, but you're no saint. Never have been. He's heard you cuss, cry, and scream. Your crass-ness in conversation.

Distance was a necessity. You had those dangerous eyes that never told anything but the truth. You looked at Gojo with reverence - he's used to that. But recognition? That was brand new.

Gojo wants to see it with his own eyes. What kind of good you are. With his fingers spreading your cunt out sticky, his blue eyes are searching your face. They call for you, show me. You can't look at him without seeing it.

"You're cute. Are you popular with your classmates?"

"N-not really."

"Eh? You sure?"

"Hnggh, fuck."

His fingers press against your g-spot. He curls against it, your walls hot like silk around his fingers. Your thighs crush his wrist with sudden force, but Gojo is still steady. His cock is pressed into you, just lightly. He looks up at you warm as he finger fucks you.

"Bet you'd be more popular if they saw you like this."

"Fuck y-you."

"No way to treat your big brother." Gojo whistles. And your eyes shoot open to look at him, not disgusted but frustrated by the notion. You want to whine, to cry and scream. Your hands push onto his shoulders.

"You're not my -"

"But I am. I mean we are. You're the cute little sister my colleagues ask me about and I lie and say you don't talk much," Gojo stretches you, and your pussy flutters around his fingers like they're crushing "But I know you've got a foul mouth and a bad attitude, right? A mean one."

He pumps his fingers in and out and in out. The room is filled with a lewd little noise, a soft shlick as Gojo watches your expression so intently. He's so merciless, so odd about you and always has been. Your voice struggles.

"Why d-do you care?"

"Am I not allowed?"

He doesn't answer your question. Just fucks into a little harder, fingerfucks your cunt so good you feel like you're melting. Your hand is cupped over your mouth so no sound comes out of it - but it's hard. You can't stop yourself even when you hear laughter, your mothers voice asking where the two of you have disappeared off to.

"I j-just don't get it."

"I don't really get you either, yknow? Most people would be a little disgusted by this advance, but you welcomed it didn't you? Didn't get scared or say sorry when I rubbed your clit under the dinner table." Gojo reminisces, amused.

"That's.."

"Is it cause you're frustrated? Do I frustrate you?"

This time you cry out, when his thumb rubs your clit and rolls it. The sensations impossible, Gojo's smug voice running down your spine like cool water.

"Yes! Yes you frustrate me, so fucking much. You're such a -"

"Sorry," he gets a little breathy this time, almost soft even though he's grinning. Like he knows he's not making things any better "Sorry for frustratin' you, yeah? Not very brotherly of me."

"I just don't understand what you want from me. Feels like you're making fun of me but I never did anything to you."

"Yeah? It's nothing. I'll make it up to you."

He pulls his fingers from you and you shiver at the loss of contact. He brings them up to his mouth, blue eyes shimmering with some mix of mischief and adoration.

"And hows that?"

"Mm. Come here."

Gojo lays in your bed on his back, his cock standing up. He gestures to you to come over and you do.

"I don't like riding." You huff. Gojo grins.

"Just come here. Trust me."

You go. Sit in his lap, glancing at the door. You feel Gojo's big hands on your ass, squeezing them in his palms. He spreads you wide.

"Put your hands on my chest."

You follow his instruction, with a shaky little breath. Your hands squeeze his chest as Gojo picks your hips up. You feel the tip of his cock, thick and throbbing, slide against your folds. You breathe out, almost anxious as Gojo slowly slides you down onto his cock.

He's so big. Even after fucking you, the curve of it is substantial. Drags on your walls with arrogance that matches his own attitude. Your entire body breaks out into a tremble. Mouth fallen open in a silent scream, desire all-consuming as you feel him fuck into you.

"You're so wet.. sloppy. 's good." Gojo huffs. You don't know what to say so you remain silent. Gojo laughs at that. He guides your hips into position, before bringing your head down to his chest. He tucks your face into his neck.

"If you want to make a sound, bite me here."

You're about to say something more but then he moves. He moves and it knocks the wind from your lungs. You deflate, then gasp as his cock immediately fucks up into you. You can't control the little desperate noises.

Gojo doesn't hesitate to pound you, so focused all you hear is little amused laughs and soft moans as you clench. Your nails dig into his shoulders. Fuck he's so fucking good. From underneath it's like you can feel it, sharp in your gut and so pointed. An orgasm becomes an inevitability, the slow coil that builds with each pointed thrust.

"I'm trying to make it up to you," He pants, swearing "Be better for you. So cum on my cock okay? Be nice and accept my apology." Gojo says. You don't know what to say so you nod.

And in some last minute decision, you kiss him. He laughs into it before forcing his tongue into your mouth. An entanglement of tongues, saliva exchanged in a heated fit.

"Oh, oh please make me cum. Please, please, please."

"Be good and cum. Shit, yeah."

You do. Hard and fast, you suppress a scream for a squeak as you fall onto Gojo's cock completely and cum so hard you lose your voice. Your thighs are shaking, whole body collapsed over Gojo as he thrusts into your sloppy pussy, shallow and ragged. He finds his own orgasm with a low groan, sighing as he fills you completely.

There's a beat of silence. In the afterglow, Gojo holds you. It's.. oddly nice for him.

"Are you on birth control?"

You groan.

"No."

"Well.. let's get cleaned up. We have an excuse to leave now."

"And do what?"

Gojo laughs, patting your head lightly in affectionate gesture.

"To buy plan-b."

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