Gojo Satoru x transmasc/ftm reader
Summary : Satoru Gojo, your room mate, finds the fan fiction you wrote inspired by him, then asks to recreate it.
Content : loser! Reader, degradation (a little), overstimulation, Gojo is lowkey a weird freak, tummy buldge, reader has had no bottom surgery/isn't on T
"Watcha doin'?" You have never slammed your laptop closed as fast as you did just now, you fumbled around until you decided to whip your head to look at the icy blue eyes paired with snow colored lashes looking back at you.
You smiled nervously at him, hoping to every God that he did not see the contents you had open on your laptop five seconds ago. Satoru smiled, a knowing smile. "What? Watching porn?" He teased. Close -- you thought to yourself. You groaned, you could feel your ears heating up from embarrassment.
"None of your business," you say before getting up and starting to push him out, "and what are you even doing here, Satoru? Stop coming in my room all the time without even knocking!"
Satoru threw his head back and laughed loudly, he planted his heels on the ground and crossed his arms ; acting as if he were relaxing while you struggled to push the six-foot-something man out of your room. He hummed, "I saw a bit of it, actually, your writing isn't bad,"
You froze, pushing Satoru forward on impulse and he stumbled. He was about to yell at you for pushing him until he saw your face, you looked mortified. He had never seen anyone with a look like that on their face before. You covered your face and turned around, refusing to even look at Satoru.
"God, just kill me now, please," you mumbled into your hands -- Satoru sneered. He sat on your bed, taking your way to deal with the embarrassment you felt as an opportunity to get a better look at the stuff you were writing. He opened the laptop and started reading, his eye brows raised with each paragraph.
"Woah, didn't know you were freaky like that." He commented and you snapped back into reality. You knew the silence was not a good thing, not when it comes to Satoru! He definitely would not have left that easily but you were way too embarrassed to even notice that. You yelped and yanked the laptop from his hands. His mouth displayed a fake, over exaggerated pout.
"Get-- get out-- oh my God Satoru you're so--ugh!" You babbled, glaring down at the man who just smiled mindlessly. He got up from your bed and stood over you. You looked away.
"Roommate, degradation, overstimulation?" He spoke and you bit your lip -- recognizing the tags from your fan fiction.
"C'mon, say something," he probed further. He got closer, grabbing your laptop, closing it and setting it on the small table near him. Satoru always teased you over the smallest things. You would be lying if you said you hated it -- I mean, come on, you write degradation smut fan fiction. You definitely liked it.
Satoru smiled, a toothy smile, then he spoke. "Hey," he said softly, "wanna recreate it?"
Your eyes widened and you looked up at the man in front of you. You opened your mouth, wanting to say a word -- something -- but nothing came out. You were caught totally off guard ; Satoru is, well, Satoru, but you had no idea he would ever propose something like that.
"Wuh-- what?" You finally said. Satoru got even closer, he stepped foward and you stepped back until your back hit the wall. You felt like you were in the fan fiction right now. Is this how y/n feels?
You laughed nervously and pushed his chest lightly, Satoru just looked down at your smaller hands and up at you without lifting his head back up.
"That's not funny, Satoru," you mumbled.
"But I'm not joking." He said matter-of-factly.
"I-- I don't-- um--" you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to gain some of the composure you never had back.
"Aw, c'mon," he said condescendingly, "what? You can write naughty fan fiction inspired by me, but I can't ask to recreate them?" You pursed your lip. You were about to protest but it was obvious it was inspired by him. With how he acts and how the character in the fan fiction acts, it was pretty obvious. Anyone would put two and two together.
He leaned down to kiss your neck and you yelped at the sudden contact. He snuck a tongue out and licked, the warm sensation making you feel hot all over, and more so in a particular place. "I'll do what you like," his voice was dripping in honey, a faux sweet tone as he licked and bit down on your neck. "More experience equals better writing, no?"
You whined when he bit your neck a little too hard, sucking on the spot until it left a mark. He just gave you a hickey. "Yeah? Whaddya say?" You were reluctant, you really had no experience when it came to sex, you write fan fiction about it but you're a virgin nonetheless.
"I -- I, uhm," he licked your earlobe and grabbed your waist and you felt all the reluctance leave your body. "Okay..." You said breathily. Satoru pulled back with a smirk on his face.
He grabbed you and lifted you off the ground with ease, laying you down on your bed and kissing your cheek. He looked down at you and his eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second. You pursed your lips and then gave him a small peck. Satoru smiled, biting his bottom lip. He looked as if he was trying not to laugh.
"Cute, but I need more than that,"
He said before grabbing your face ; he squished your cheeks, kissing you sloppily and darting his tongue out to lick your lips. You closed your eyes and squeezed his shirt until it wrinkled. Satoru pulled away, the kiss connected with a spit string. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while looking down at you.
"Just take a look at you," he cooed, and caressed a few stray hairs away from your face.
He slid his hands down to your pants while looking at you but your eyes followed his hands down to your waistband. You had an expectant look on your face and Satoru stifled a laugh. He shoved your pants down, along with your underwear and your hands flew to your face again ; the embarrassment coming back in waves. It was as if you just realized you were going to have sex with Gojo Satoru.
"Take your hands off your face." He hummed calmly, his composed demeanor never faltering. You shook your head lightly. Satoru frowned and caressed a finger up and down your slit slowly. You let out a surprised whimper, muffled from the back of your hands.
"Embarrassed? What about when you were writing those filthy things, hm?" He teased the tip of his finger in. You let out a small muffled whine. "If you want my fingers inside you better show me your face," you whimpered.
Satoru sighed and retracted his hands. You gasped and removed your hands away from your face, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from taking it away.
"Don't you have anything else to say?"
He pressed on your clit with force and you arched your back, your hands squeezing his wrist. "When you do something bad, what do you say?" He probed further.
You whined, knowing exactly what he meant. "'M sorry...?" The reply came out as a question -- you didn't mean it to.
You gulped. "'M sorry, Satoru, won-- won't do it again," you spoke further.
"Mm," he hummed satisfyingly.
He slid his finger inside slowly and your mouth formed an 'O' shape from the sensation. 'Thankyouthankyou' you whined mindlessly. Satoru keened. "Mm, what manners, thought you were just a useless pervert." He curved his finger and you bit your bottom lip so hard you felt like you tasted iron. He shoved it in and out, fast, and you felt light headed from how good it felt. One finger became two, and then you were a whining mess from three of his fingers.
"So wet," he commented, then pulled his fingers out. That made you let out a disappointed cry. He shushed you and got up to sit on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor, he then shoved down his sweats to reveal his strained boxers, there was a wet spot at the front from the leaking precum.
He palmed himself over his boxers and threw his head back with a sigh. You looked at him while licking your lips expectantly. Satoru smiled knowingly. He pulled his boxers down and his dick sprung out, touching his belly button. You gulped at the size.
He crawled over you again and left a small kiss on your forehead. He grabbed his cock and slid the tip uppp and downnn your slit.
"Hu-- hurry," you mumbled.
"And here I thought your manners got better,"
You let out a frustrated whine of his name.
Satoru didn't move, instead, he held his cock in place ; so close to your cunt, you could feel the warmth radiating from it. It was so frustrating. You wanted him inside you so bad.
"Satoru, please, please! 'Need it inside," you wailed and tried to arch into him, he pulled his hips backwards and away from you. "S-so mean!" You whimpered.
"D'aw, am I, baby? Am I?" He said in that same condescending tone. "Don't act like you don't like it, writing fan fiction like that," he spoke as he finally slid the tip inside, then slidddd more and more. You gasped and your eyes rolled back. "Want mean? I can be mean."
He pulled his hips back until only the tip remained, then slammed! back in.
"Satoru!" You cried out loudly. Satoru moaned.
"That's my name," he said cockily, his eyes met your tummy and he whistled quietly.
"Would you look at that?" He said ; reaching his hand to press on the tummy buldge, you arched, looking down at the obscene scene. "Looks like my dick is a little too big for your small body, hm?"
Before you could utter a single word, Satoru begin pounding into you with vigor. He clenched his jaw, his hand lay on one of his hips while the other was on your waist, pulling you against him with each thrust. You were a whining, moaning mess ; incoherent words leaving your mouth with each plap! plap! plap! that filled the room.
Satoru stilled ; burying himself deep inside of you and rolling his hips into your cunt. He bent down to lick your face, it was filthy.
"Y'r drooling," he said. You were in a daze. "Oh? Look at you moving your hips on my dick, what a slut," you looked down to where you were connected, your hips involuntarily rolling onto him, chasing the friction he took away from you.
"Puh-- please move, Satoru,"
"God, you're dirty," he said with a huuuge smile on his face, picking the pace he was fucking you with back up. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you grabbed onto his biceps and squeezed on them mindlessly. He kissed you sloppily again, sucking on your tongue. The audacity to call *you* dirty...
You gasped, the knot in your tummy tightened, you could feel your orgasm coming.
"’m gonna cum," you gasped, "gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum," you almost wept, tears pricking your eyes as Satoru slammed into you harder, somehow.
That was the last straw ; you came with a cry and an arch of your back. You barely got any seconds to breathe before Satoru rolled his hips into you, his cock still buried deep. Your body twitched from the overstimulation. He began rubbing your clit with fervour while staring at your face shamelessly. "N-noo! Can't!"
"Yes you can, you're a big boy," he said, simultaneously rubbing your clit and thrusting into your cunt harder. You wept, fat tears rolling down your warm cheeks, your nails dug into his skin, leaving marks that would last for at least a few weeks. He thrust faster until your eyes rolled back again for the nth time that day. Your whole body convulsed and a liquid sprayed all over the bed and onto Satoru's lower body, coating his abs and dripping down his happy trail. Your body went limp, your breathing fast and unsteady.
"Fuck," he dragged out the word, then gently tapped your cheek, "hey, we're not done, I haven't even come yet," he shifted slightly from the position he was in.
"Don't they have, like, three more rounds?"
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