⋆.˚ FAT, JUICY, & WET⭑.ᐟ⸻ Nerdjo.

THAT GOOD KITTY-KITTY, GOOD KITTY-KITTY. MAKE IT MY PET. ᯓ★ When you got involved with Gojo Satoru, you thought—'oh great.' Who knew how great things were about to get for him.

pairing ᯓ★ Nerdy spy Gojo Satoru x reader

cw ᯓ★ NSFW, MDNI, spies, work place romance, fem oriented reader, use of she/her pronouns and the word 'girl', mentions of drugs, human trafficking and illegal activities, lowkey enemies to lovers?, reader is a badass, mention jerking off, hand jobs, biting, fingering, high key exhibitionism, grinding, sneak peek into how big of a whore I am for spanks, some action thriller stuff, pervy Gojo, virgin Gojo, sub Gojo mostly, but on field dom Gojo, switch Gojo, he is such a loser creep, down bad course 101 by Nerdtoru, I do not condone his behavior, lock him up I say u_u, tit play kinda, plot heavy, but also plot is for the smut.

a/n: find 3-aem's art used in the header here, and have funnnn, lol. this is nerd (me) on nerd (Nerdjo) crime.

It was fucked up as it is you have to suddenly work with some new partner now; first train him, and build a rapport with him. The fact that it has to be a complete lost cause loser, who can't hold his liquor, was just the shit on top of your already fungus ridden cake.

“I don't even know the first thing about women!!! How am I supposed to charm them and get information out of them!!??” A very drunk and very sad Gojo cried with the left side of his face squished on the table.

Sitting across from him, getting the front row seat of the nonchalant Gojo Satoru, the intelligence and strategy team wiz, having a meltdown, was great. If only it did not come at the cost of your own job and sanity. Life was good working as a solo spy, where your coworkers in the same division were paired off, you never had to pretend with a colleague. Most of your work involved; breaking in, charming men, sometimes beating up people, if the situation required—get them into bed.

It never really went too far, but you have definitely done some stuff to complete the task. And you wish your job was not as hands on as it was, if only you were Gojo Satoru. Who was having fun being a behind the scenes guy. But there are only so many people working under such a secretive department under the government. Especially spies, they are very limited.

Which leads us to the matter at hand, the whole department drinking and having fun, with the excuse that Gojo got a promotion. Gojo himself would contradict to say this felt more like a demotion. Sure, he got a raise. But who cares about money when your life rides on your sex appeal and you are a pathetic virgin, who'd rather find every single detail about some president by breaking into all his digital devices and every record of his existence. Instead of wooing his secretary for that information.

He does not like the long way around things. He would rather take what he needs the easiest way possible. And preferably behind a screen.

“I AM LITERALLY A VIRGIN! WHAT WAS THE BOSS THINKING!??”

“Give me that glass. You had enough. And stop shouting that you're a virgin.”

“But I am.” Seeing Gojo Satoru pouting and whining to you was not on your annual bingo. Yet here you are.

“What do you want me to do? Make you, not a virgin?” He did not say yes, or nod. But it was clear behind those thick shell frame spectacles, it did not matter to him that you were being sarcastic. He just wanted you to take his goddamn virginity. And he was ready to silently plead like a wet cat to make it happen.

And who knew, you would be giving the biggest loser in the department, a handjob in an alleyway behind the restaurant you regular with your colleagues. Sure it was dark there, but the length on the bastard was not something some dim alley can hide.

“God you’re huge.” you moved your thumb to press on his tip, and felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch. “B-baby.”

“A few strokes and I am suddenly your baby?”

“Ple-please.”

“Look at you, stuttering for once. No smart explanations or anything?”

You pick up the pace at which you were pumping his cock, while continuing to leave kisses along his, now bare chest, button ups are sure easy to get rid of. Your other hand focused on holding onto his neck, keeping his head low and leaning on your head. His hands were gripping your waist with such desperation, they were bound to leave marks, and you did not mind the thought of it to your surprise.

Just as Satoru started vigorously shaking, seemingly close to his release, his hands roamed lower down your ass. “I think i will-”

“Did you see those two? I swear I saw them going to the restroom.”

Shit. That was your boss.

Both of you looked at each other with complete horror written all over your faces. With speed, you two managed to sneak behind the dumpster in the alley. And waited out for your boss to leave, with Satoru basically half naked, with a now flaccid cock hanging out and about.

“Guess I am not losing my virginity today.” And all you do is roll your eyes in the dark, which despite not being able to see your face—Satoru definitely felt it.

After that nothing really happened. Just that Satoru moved to your section of the department, and made himself cozy in the desk across from you. Until you two got assigned to your first mission together.

“You want me to sneak into an orgy with this guy?” “Hey! I have the appeal!” You really did not have it in you to retort him with any insult.

“Well. Mr. Hashimoto is a regular at this club and at their underground ‘parties’, the people there do not just let anyone in there.”

“So we go there and I keep a close eye on her?” Satoru seemed eased with the simplicity of the task, he just needed to be your bodyguard in the shadows. He can do that! Despite his defensiveness, he definitely was not getting into an orgy, and not that he wanted to be there anyway.

“I wish it was that simple.” Your boss got off his chair to stand in front of you two, to explain further details of the case. “Well, they only let couples in there. Only members and executives are allowed to go in there alone. A lot of stuff goes on there, human trafficking, drugs, money laundering, you name it.”

“So I act like her sleazy boyfriend!?”

“Exactly. Just do enough to have the people scouting there, to let you guys into the private room. Take some pictures of Hashimoto in the act for now. We will assess the situation from there. ”

You knew this was going to be one pain in the ass of a mission.

The plan was simple. Look hot, get in, grind on this loser on the dance floor, get in the private room, look like you want Satoru to fuck your brains out then and there, take incriminating pictures of Hashimoto, and fuck off. If they let you easily get away with it, that is. So far the plan was going smoothly, landing on the dance floor with your back to Satoru’s chest, grinding your ass on him, and making it convincing enough that you were one shameless couple.

“You sure are putting your all into this, baby.” Satoru had his left hand on your hips, helping you grind into his thighs, while his right hand stayed pressed under your breasts. Occasionally the right hand moved up and down your bare thighs, the mini skirt was definitely getting to him on top of your ass. It is not that often he sees you in such attire in the office, on duty and off duty, you were two very different people.

“Talk about yourself. Not looking half bad.” He swapped his usual glasses for shades, got a few fake piercings on his ears, accessories, and a very low neckline black shirt. Paired with his ripped snug fitted denim and boots—he was looking his part, with the tousled hairdo instead of his usual neatly brushed and well kept hair.

“You can just say I look fuckable, baby.” You could not deny that. He was looking really, ‘fuckable’, as he put it. His salty ocean smelling cologne was like a reverie in the mob of sweaty people. Especially now that you know his big words match what is in his pants, it was hard to deny that you found this man hot.

It is not some sort of revolutionary information. Gojo Satoru has always been cute. He was nice to look at from a far, up close whenever he opened his mouth it was just intolerable. Especially when you are coming back straight to the office after some overnight mission.

“Did you pop a boner!?” “Who do you think I am? A monk? You are literally grinding on me.” You might have gotten preoccupied with the not so little problem poking your ass, but Satoru was still keeping a lookout for the people you guys needed. And he found a guy staring at you guys long enough to be assured that he was the guy who could get you two in.

“Follow my lead.” “No way. I am the one in charge here.” Satoru did not waste time fighting you. He dragged you to the nearest booth, closest to the guy, sat you both down and practically jumped you, to lay you down on the seat. His lips ended up on yours, While he pushed you further into the cushion of the seat, going all in, with his tongue. Making sure to explore every crevice of your mouth, with some teeth and all.

He was amateur and inexperienced. And it showed, but that did not shadow the fact that he was pretty good for someone who is basically a digimon frantic loser, chasing down Geto in the halls, almost daily, to show him his new shiny cards.

“Hey guys.” The guy who was looking at you guys for a while came up to you, but his first greeting went unheard to both of your ears. At least to Satoru’s ears it did, but you made sure to not answer him on the first greeting. After his third hey, you pinched Satoru on his nape to snap him out of the make out session he has found himself engrossed in. Luckily the guy, desperate at this point, shouts a greeting loud enough for the booths on either side to hear.

“HELLO!” “Damn dude. Chill, you need something important enough to distract me from my girl?” The way Satoru replied to him so nonchalantly, while picking you up from your spot and sitting you down on his knees, as he sat up himself, made you dizzy in the head. Or maybe it was because you sat up too quickly. Sure, let's say that is the reason.

“You guys wanna get somewhere private? I work for this place and we are particularly accommodating to couples.”

You did not say anything in reply, you left it to Satoru, out of trust? Who knows. But this was again, very unusual of you.

Upon agreement the guy led you two to the private room. He took you to the second floor of the club, then a very well hidden tucked away hallway. After walking down that hallway, it led to a singular door at the very end, which required a password from the guy who led you there, to open it. The guy whispered the password to some guy on the otherwise who unlocked the door from the inside.That was the last you saw that guy before walking into the room, holding Satoru's hand.

Honestly the environment was way off. You've done missions involving large scale parties, galas, and went there by foraging identities. But this was no charity ball. It was littered with groups of people and couples mostly of your age, all over these couches, chairs, and even tables in the middle of this huge room, making out or doing more. Which were surrounded by booths similar to the ones you saw in the actual club. And there were only men, who looked rich enough to buy out this entire place, in those booths. Surrounded by women and lines of substances in front of them, with the smell of alcohol lingering everywhere.

This place was full of trouble. One slip and you can not only lose your life, but maybe worse.

“Are you ok?” Satoru leaned down a bit to whisper in your ear, completely ignoring the guy ahead of you two, who opened and closed the door. Unable to muster any sound out of your throat, you just nodded a yes at him, and went on to look for Hashimoto. This was not the time to get nervous, especially not when you have a rookie with you.

Hashimoto was in a booth at the very corner tucked away from everyone's sight. The only way to get a peek at him, meant getting a seat at the couch adjacent to his booth. Which was fortunately empty for Satoru to drag you there.

“Do you know what you are doing?” He plopped down on the couch, manspreading enough to take up at least three people’s space.

“Trust me, ok angel?” He reassured you as he pulled you down on his lap, making you straddle him, which made you effectively face him—with a pretty clear view of Hashimoto’s table.

“Now I am an angel?” Your eyes flickered back to him, making sure to look as nonchalant as you could have, while adjusting your hands around his neck. Making sure the bracelet on your wrist had the perfect view of the table you wanted to take pictures of.

Meanwhile Satoru got to work with his mouth, making it more productive than running his mouth. With one pull on your waist, you were practically sticking to him, while his mouth roamed from the base of your neck, shoulders to the column of your throat. “Why? Deem yourself devil incarnate?” The smirk on his face, that you felt stretching on your skin, was followed by a nibble and bite.

It was no easy job to take those pictures when Satoru made it his own personal mission to make you squirm and helped you grind on him. His mouth was capable of greatness, that is the conclusion you came to as his tongue and lips gilded all over your exposed skin. From your face, to chin, jaw and lower. Making sure to avoid your lips at any cost, even with you trying to subtly get a kiss out of him. His right hand remained fixed on your waist, pressing down on it from time to time. The other hand was busy and full with your tits. Slightly pulling down on your top to make them spill out just enough for him to slobber all over them. The cold metal rim of his shades was such a contrast to his warm tongue. You had no idea how it was still on him. But it is not like he had any other option. It needed to record everything.

Well maybe not the part that was going on in between you two. Oh well, he is going to edit the footage later anyway. Not that you were thrilled about that.

Such thoughts were of concern for later. Because how is this loser who was crying about being a virgin just a few days ago, absolutely smashed from one drink. And was practically melting under your touch in a random alleyway—transformed into this suave and slick guy.

“Are you making sure to take good enough pictures? Hmm, angel?”

No. No, you were not. You were basically shaking already and all this guy did was feel you up a bit and did not even kiss you yet.

As if right on que, he kissed you. And this time it was less teeth, there were still teeth. Just that this time he was using his teeth for better use, by using them to pull on your lips just enough to make you open your mouth to only shove his tongue up against your tongue. And his left hand slipped under your top, his fingers were sweaty and clammy. And somehow that felt good on your skin, as it felt as if it was burning. It also reminded you that this js still the Gojo Satoru you knew, the little nervous and awkward guy he has always been.

And when his right hand came down to move from grabbing your waist, to groping your ass, to then land a slap loud enough to echo in the room—a moan slipped out of you. It was not the kind to disintegrate into his lips, because even Satoru stopped feverishly kissing you, to stare at you for a second.

He was caught completely off guard, but that did not mean he had the time to register that, he could not make it seem this was the first time he heard you moan. Scratch the fact he is a virgin, he has spent practically every night listening to women scream and moan on at least one of his devices. But this was you. He has recorded you chugging down a water bottle after training, to then later get off to that very innocent clip. So the blush creeping up all over his face was nothing compared to how red he usually becomes while jerking off to thoughts and videos and pictures of you, which he took with his professional grade cameras. He was way too excited to go through the footage from the camera recorder on his shades, not because he is an exemplary officer of the law, who wanted to put these criminals in front of the judiciary with incriminating proof. But because he was going to get the most golden piece of jerk off material to add onto his stash. Thank goodness he was wearing these shades, because you would have definitely deciphered what a guilty little creep he was.

“Guess we are putting on a show huh?” A smirk rolled around the corners of his lips, while you rested your forehead on his shoulder to ground yourself and take pictures of Hashimoto, who was now looking directly at you.

“Shut up. I got the shots.” “Aw, good girl.” You did not have a reply to really retort his statement.

“Keep ‘em safe for me ok?” Satoru slid his shades off his eyes and put them on your eyes, revealing eyes which could devour you whole. The whole room was practically staring at you at this point, but no looks were even half as consuming as those blue ones. “Gotta get everything right?”

One second you are readjusting yourself to get the best angle of Hashimoto, and then you are thrashing forward in Satoru’s arms, as he slides his index finger inside you, all in one go. You had no idea when he pushed your underwear to the side or when did his hand even go under your skirt. Maybe you were too occupied with the mission, or just that his other hand which was tugging on your nipples, was just too much in itself.

“Oh my god, you are sooo wet.” If he was not so enamored by you and your cunt, he would have done something about all the men ogling you, trying to catch a glimpse of your pretty pussy as he slowly moved it around to feel you all up from inside. To see the source of those gushing, squelching noises, and those deafening and lethal moans. He wanted all these people in this room, dead.

“N-no. wait.” You felt a second finger trying to enter you, and you were basically gone. Thank goodness these shades did not need to be manually operated.

“Ah well, made them look and made you stutter. Must be doing something right. Right, baby?”

You had nothing in you to answer him. You were too busy putting on a show. Trying your best to keep your head steady on his shoulder to get the best angel of the guy across you. And while you were fighting for your life, Satoru was having the time of his life. Sliding in a third finger, his eyes stayed trained in the barely existent gap between you two, to get a glimpse or two of his own fingers going in and out of you at a pace too animalistic, even if his arm was getting in the way—he was satisfied with the here and there peaks at your folds swallowing his fingers in. It was all puffy and slick with your own cum, and it felt like the most precious juicy fruit was in his grasp.

“So perfect. It’s like you want to break my fingers, angel.”

“I am-”

“Me too baby. Come for me, won’t you do me that favor hmm? Take all my firsts. Please.” A single miserable plea was enough to have you throw your head back, digging your nails in his neck to the point of breaking his skin, you came all over his fingers and pants—never in your life have you had a man make you cum this hard with his fingers alone. And it was an amateur loser on top of that.

“Done?” He asked while pulling you down on his shoulders once again. He took the shades off you, and patted the back of your head as you twitched in his arms, still high and limp. “D-done.”

“Let’s get out of here then.”

Which is easier said than done. Especially when these men have had the show of their lives, they wanted a taste as well. Just as Satoru moved you in his arms to get you out of there, the guy with the keys to the door came up to you guys.

“Excuse me, but we need you to leave.”

“We are doing exactly that.” Satoru said, with a grin wide and sarcastic enough to piss the guy off. “I meant just you. Leave the girl. One of our patrons has asked for her.” You were sure this was Hashimoto’s request. No one in this room is powerful enough to wield such exclusive amenities.

“Well. Now that I can't do, you know? She’s my girl afterall. ” You were hiding your face in his chest, getting ready to pull out the knife hidden in your boots, but the way Satoru said ‘my girl’ for the second time tonight—maybe you feel a few butterflies in your stomach. Or maybe it was the orgasm.

“Leave her here, and fuck off with some cash in your pocket or we can get rid of you easily.” It took Satoru no more than a second to lift you up in his arms, as he kicked the guy hard enough to fall face first on the floor. Before any of the other staff could get to you two, you jumped out of his arms, to get the keys off that guy’s keyholder dangling on his waist. You grabbed onto Satoru’s hands to run for the door, just as you opened the door, Satoru took out the little smoke bomb hidden away in his belt.

“Disperse. I will go that way, you go the opposite. Jump down the window I showed you. Regroup in the car. Ok?” You explained your best to Satoru as you ran down to the crowded dance floor to catch a bit more time.

“Ok!” You both nodded at each other before heading your respective ways. But before you could leave, He grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you close to him to lean down enough to whisper in your ears, loud enough for you to hear in the sea of people and deafening music.

“Be safe.” You could not see his face, but you could still discern the concern in his voice. And maybe something more.

“You better see me in one piece.” You warned him in return before you two ran in opposite directions.

“Ah. If it is not the dream team!” Your boss exclaimed with joy as you two walked in his office.

It has been two days since the mission. Thankfully you two made it to the getaway car just fine that day. But neither of you said anything the entire car ride as you two got driven down to the base. The next two days you did not see Satoru. You assumed he was too busy editing all the evidence and compiling them. He had more on his plate now, than he was already tasked with before. You did reach out to him to offer help. But he just turned you down with maximum of one worded replies.

“Everything came out fine, right?” Satoru asked as he walked two steps away from you. “Oh yes! Do not worry about it. Our team already seized the place yesterday.”

When you came out of the boss’s chamber, Satoru seemed in a hurry. Rushing as fast as he could, away from you. I mean, it was all for the mission, right? Now that it is over, who even is he to you but some loser who is eerily obsessed with you. Not that you know that. Or maybe you do. Maybe you already know how big of a loser he actually is.

“Trying to run now?” “I don’t know what you mean.” You had to pull Satoru in the closest storage room to corner him. Because why was he being all weird now?

“Sure you do, you-” When you turned the light on, his entire neck and both his ears were beet red. His eyes were looking glossy and not because of his high prescription usual spectacles. And when you got closer to him, you could feel him—warm and stiff in his pants.

“Are you seriously hard right now?” He looked away from you, like he did not dirty talk in your ears and made you cum in front of a room full of dangerous people, just the other day.

“Can you blame me?” When he finally looked into your eyes, you could not help but break into a smile. Somehow you got wrapped around this loser’s fingers, literally.

“Remember how you asked me to take all your firsts?” He started getting more red as he nodded a weak yes.

“Meet me at my place after work.” You got on your tippy toes to kiss him, and pulled on his lips with your teeth, similarly as he did. You grabbed onto the collar of his button up shirt, to drag him down to your face. And when his shaky hands moved up to hold onto your waist, after he barely came down from the initial surprise, you shoved him off you. And he went stumbling into the boxes piled up behind him.

And with that you left the poor guy to tend to the giant mess he made in his pants, and a card in his palm, that had your personal number and address on it. The card also said something else in your handwriting, that almost gave him a nosebleed.

‘Your girl, loser.’

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The bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the unmade bed where you had been moments ago, curled up against Suguru, savoring the quiet intimacy of the night. You could still feel the lingering warmth of his body against yours, a memory cruelly interrupted by the shrill ring of his emergency pager.

A fire. Urgent. He had to go.

You'd grown accustomed to the sacrifices of dating a firefighter. The late-night calls, the sudden departures, the silent prayers every time he walked out the door in his uniform. But tonight felt different. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes lingered on you as he pulled on his jacket, his usual reassuring smile faltering just a little. Or the way his voice softened when he kissed your forehead and whispered, "I’ll be back soon. I promise."

Now, the quiet of the apartment felt deafening, Suguru's absence stretching across the space like a tangible weight. The clock on the nightstand ticked mercilessly, each second a reminder that he was out there, in danger, while you were helplessly safe at home.

Sleep was impossible.

With a frustrated sigh, you threw off the covers and padded into the living room. The couch wasn’t comfortable—Suguru had grumbled about replacing it more times than you could count—but it offered a better vantage point to keep an eye on the front door. You wrapped yourself in the blanket Suguru always used, his scent faint but comforting, and curled up, staring at the shadows dancing across the walls.

You tried distracting yourself, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, but every notification made your heart leap, hoping it was him. Eventually, the phone slipped from your grasp, and you sat in silence, letting your thoughts wander.

Images flashed unbidden in your mind: flames licking at buildings, the heavy weight of his gear, the heat, the danger. You hated these thoughts, but they always came, no matter how much you tried to push them away. Suguru was brave—fearless, even—but bravery didn’t make him invincible.

The hours dragged on, the night growing colder. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn’t make your neck ache. Your eyes burned with exhaustion, but you didn’t dare fall asleep. Not here, not while he was still out there.

Then, finally, the sound of a key turning in the lock.

You bolted upright, heart pounding, as the door creaked open. Suguru stepped in, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. He looked exhausted, soot streaking his face and dark hair sticking to his forehead, but he was here. He was safe.

"You're still up, mama?" he asked, his voice rough with fatigue but laced with concern.

You didn’t answer, instead rushing to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He stiffened for a moment, then melted into the embrace, his arms encircling you tightly.

"I was worried," you murmured against his chest, your voice trembling despite your efforts to keep it steady.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I’m okay. I promise." He stands there with you in his arms for a few more seconds before gently pulling you away from him. "Gonna get cleaned up, okay? Wait for me in bed.”

You watched as he trudged toward the bathroom, his shoulders heavy with fatigue, his steps slower than usual. The door clicked shut behind him, and the faint sound of water running soon followed. It was tempting to join him, to help him wash away the stress and grime of the night, but something about the way he carried himself made you hold back. Suguru needed a moment to breathe, to let the night slip away in solitude.

So, instead, you busied yourself in the kitchen. You set the kettle on the stove, the gentle hum of the heating water a small comfort. Pulling out his favorite mug, the one with the chipped handle that he refused to part with, you prepared everything for tea—something soothing to help him relax before bed.

The kettle whistled just as you heard the bathroom door open. Suguru emerged, his hair damp and sticking to his temples, dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked cleaner but still tired, his dark eyes meeting yours with a soft, grateful smile as he crossed the room toward you.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he murmured, taking the mug from your hands. His fingers brushed yours, and the warmth of the moment settled between you like a quiet reassurance.

“You’re always doing so much for everyone else,” you replied, your voice tender. “Let me take care of you for a change.”

Suguru chuckled softly, his lips curling into that familiar grin. “You already do. More than you know.”

You led him back to the living room, and the two of you sank onto the couch, sitting closer than necessary. He sipped his tea in silence for a moment, his free hand finding yours and threading your fingers together. The weight of his palm against yours was grounding, the calluses on his skin a reminder of everything he gave to keep others safe.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted after a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. “Not until you came back.”

He takes another sip of his tea before putting the mug aside and tapping his thigh, you quickly straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands are warm and they cup your cheeks in a loving manner, fingers brushing your hair away from your face.

“I hate that you have to worry,” he said, his tone heavy with guilt. “But I love knowing you care that much. It keeps me grounded out there.”

Your chest tightened at his words. “I do care, Suguru. So much. I just… I wish I could do more.”

“You do plenty,” he said. “You give me a reason to come home.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you blinked them away, leaning into his touch. “Just promise me you’ll keep coming home.”

“You’re not getting rid of me so early, baby.”

The kiss you share is filled with a warmth and softness Suguru learned to exercise with you, leaving little kisses on your cheeks and jaw before pressing his lips against yours, soft yet sure, with an unspoken tenderness that made your heart ache. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair, anchoring you to him. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss in a way that sent a wave of warmth cascading through your chest. The taste of him was familiar and comforting, with a hint of the tea he’d just sipped lingering faintly on his lips.

You separate from the kiss, hands sliding down to his chest covered by the black loose t-shirt.

“Wanna take care of you,” you whisper as if you’re telling him a secret, feeling his fingers deepening in the soft flesh of your hips.

You crawl out of his lap to kneel on the carpet, curious hands caressing his thighs for a moment, feeling his strong muscles under your palm, before pulling down the hem of his sweatpants just enough to free his cock, standing in its full glory in front of your eyes. You get closer to him, wrapping your small hand around his girth and that's enough to make Suguru groan, as if he’s been waiting for this moment the whole day and wasn’t able to keep his reactions to himself. You both shared an intimacy so deep that it was almost like a ritual, your lips kissing the head of his cock softly and then wrapping around it in a sucking motion.

Suguru spreads his legs further and leans back on the couch, one hand covering his mouth briefly and the other one holding the back of your neck firmly but without making you do anything other than lick his shaft from the base to the tip. His chest goes up and down with rapid breaths, knowing that if he locked eyes with you, looking up at him with the most pure adoration as you try to fit more of him into your mouth, he would lose his mind completely.

"Fuck," he breathes, your warm mouth enveloping him with more ease as you coat his dick with your saliva, your hand masturbating him everytime you have to pull away from him to take a breath. You're about to put him again in your mouth when he softly pulls on your hair. "C'mere," he commands, hands on your hips to make you stand up before him. He loses no time, fingers pulling down your panties in less than a second, leaving you only in his oversized Deftones t-shirt that you always wore to bed.

Suguru was a man of few words when you started dating him.

He spoke only when necessary, a habit that often left you second-guessing and filled with an uneasy longing for more—more reassurance, more affection, more of him. That quiet reserve had planted seeds of insecurity in your chest, leaving you yearning for the pieces of him he kept hidden.

But now, after all these years, Suguru couldn’t hold back—not when you were straddling his lap, your lips crashing into his with a passion that stole the very breath from his lungs. His hands gripped your waist firmly, grounding himself in the intensity of the moment, and his words—soft, raspy, and unrestrained—spilled between kisses, leaving no doubt of how deeply he felt for you.

"Gonna sit down on my cock, baby?" he asks against your lips, sliding his hands under your shirt to squeeze your breasts firmly. You can only whine at that, rubbing yourself down on his cock settled between your folds, the movement of your hips is enough to make you both sigh in pleasure. Geto grabs your waist to align you with his lap, his other hand holding his cock as he pushes you down on him. “Just like that, angel, nice and slow.”

“So big,” you complain with a pout, pressing your face in the crook of his neck.

The stretch always has you on the edge, your own arousal making it easier for him to slip into your tight walls but it doesn’t make it less painful. You know it’s temporary, and your boyfriend makes sure you’re okay while peppering your neck and jaw with wet kisses.

He licks his lips, looking down at where you’re both connected, “Just a little bit more, pretty girl.” A few more seconds and he’s completely inside you, he quickly rewards you pressing his lips against yours again.

Suguru always liked being in control. Especially when you’re on top of him, with your pretty teary eyes and making such pretty sounds, he can’t hold back from taking control and making you remember why you’re his. He lifts you by your waist just enough so he can thrust his hips upwards against you, his cock slipping out of you slowly and going back in a swift motion. It feels like you’re floating, all you can do is grip his shoulders and pray he doesn’t break you. Geto’s eyes stared at the way your cunt swallowed him whole, the abused walls spasming around him with every move.

“Oh my—Suguru!” you whine out, your body being jolted everytime he pounds into you. “Please, please, please!”

“Wanna cum, baby?” his hand reaches down to your pussy, fingers rubbing your swollen clit with quick movements. You feel the familiar heat boiling inside of your body as he pulls you closer to him, hips hammering into you slower but with the same prior strength. “Such a needy girl letting me fuck you as I want, hum? You like when I use your little pussy to get off?” You nod and bite your lip tauntingly, watching his eyes with a glint of pure desire in them as he smirks at you. “Go on, then. Cum all over your man, baby.”

His words are nothing more than a command to which you obey immediately, his raspy voice combined with his ruthless thrusts and long fingers harshly rubbing your clit send your mind into short circuit, a white filled haze that makes you lose your breath and your legs shake. Suguru holds you tightly against him with his beefy arms, using the small space he has between your body and his to thrust into you and rub against your cunt, cumming with a groan that’s stifled by the skin of your neck.

You listen to his breath calming down, hands playing with his hair while he holds your tightly. When he finally pulled back, it was only enough to rest his forehead against yours. Both of you were breathing a little heavier, the room filled with the quiet intimacy of the moment. His eyes searched yours, his thumb still caressing your cheek.

“I’m so in love with you” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I love you too, baby” you replied, your voice steady despite the lingering flutter in your chest.

And with that, he kissed you again—just once, quick and sweet, as if sealing a promise.

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katsukijo

4 weeks ago

you and katsuki weren’t dating or anything, but it didn’t seem like the two of you were just friends either. maybe a secret third thing?

now that you think about it, you and katsuki were unusually close. but you’ve always just thought it was casual, right? just friendly things that friends do?

like, he’ll always find a way to touch you. if the two of you are walking through a crowded hallway at school, you’ll feel his hand resting on your back, just to keep you close as the crowd pushes through.

or sometimes, when the class goes on a field trip, he makes sure he gets to sit next to you.

you’ll immediately feel the warmth of his thigh pressing against yours as he plops down in the seat next to you, your shoulder brushing against each others.

“here,” katsuki says, shoving a protein bar into your hands. “i know ya’ didn’t eat anything yet, idiot.”

“thanks katsuki, how’d you know?” you ask him, opening it up.

he shrugs. “‘cause i pay attention. no big deal.”

you hummed in response as you gazed at the two of your legs still touching. katsuki didn’t seem to mind it at all. there was just something so domestic about it all. even when sometimes you’d lay your head on his shoulder, on purpose just to mess with him, it wouldn’t work because he always let you.

you and katsuki were laying on the couch in the common area together, and you suddenly decided to lean back on him, your back to his chest.

you expected for him to at least give you some attitude, since he never lets anyone touch him. you know he hates it. weirdly enough, he didn’t say anything. in fact, you felt him shift closer to you, getting comfortable.

“aw, you’re really not gonna push me away? thought you hated people touching you?”

he snaps, “whatever,” before draping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer.

everyone knows bakugou doesn’t have many people he would consider his friend. maybe except one person.

kirishima had been noticing how different his best friend had been acting, and he just had to bring it up.

“leave me alone, shitty hair”

“dude, you spend almost all of your time with her!”

“your point?”

“you like her.”

katsuki scoffs, “shut the hell up.”

“just saying, man.” kirishima nudges him, “its funny”

katsuki glared at him. “what’s fucking funny?”

kirishima gave him a look. “the way you act like it isn’t a thing.”

“you’re fucking annoying.”

“maybe. but im right, huh?” he teases.

he doesn’t answer right away, instead, he hesitates and scoffs.

“that wasnt a no.” kirishima smiles at him.

“i said, leave me alone.” katsuki says before storming off.

the next day, it was rainy after school, and of course katsuki was waiting for you by the doors with an umbrella so the two of you could walk back to the dorms.

his face softens when he sees you, and he grabs your bag, tossing it over his shoulder like he always does, before opening the umbrella waiting for you to step under it.

“took ya’ long enough,” he says as you two begin walking in the rain. “thought i was gonna be here waitin’ all day”

“you waited for me?”

“duh. knew you wouldn’t have an umbrella.” he shifts closer to you naturally, “and i always walk you back to your dorm don’t i?”

“yeah, but, dunno, it’s just kinda sweet.” you say softly.

he scoffs, “like i was gonna leave your dumbass.”

you nod and feel your heart jump at his words. was this casual? the thought of this possibly being something more had been eating at you all week, and you just had to speak up.

“y’know, people think we’re dating.”

he looks down at you, then grumbles, “so what?”

“what, you dont care? you’re not gonna.. i dunno, deny it?” you ask, gazing at him.

he just kind of pauses and shrugs, and you swear you notice a slight blush on his cheeks. “let ‘em think whatever they want.”

you blinked in surprise. really? was that it? no argument? before you could make any sense of it, or say anything back, he just grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, the touch unexpected, but so so familiar.

you didn’t end up saying anything else, and neither did he. the two of you just continued walking, hand in hand.

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katsukijo

1 week ago

Pretty writers please can you feed me more nerdjo works of arts please ? I need them to breathe.