gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.
even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.
you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.
and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.
he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window.
surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance.
he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.
it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.
katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.
"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"
a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.
which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you can't help but smile.
lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms.
your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.
"katsuki?"
there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"
a/n: kali loves intimacy! i like writing this more than smut let's be so fr. i tagged it as smut cuz i don't want people yelling at me so just to be safe! -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
shouta "don't worry i'll make it fit" aizawa does a poor job of convincing you when he can barely get the first half of his cock inside the first time.
the last thing he wanted was to come across as arrogant, but figured he should warn you about his size in advance. he knows you're stubborn - that no matter how many women he tells you he'd split in half, you insist his cock can't be that intimidating.
your bravado collapses instantly when he tugs his sweatpants down his hips. he's beyond massive - not even one inch inside and the fat head of his cock is making your head spin. "just the head, baby. think you can relax for me?" he grits his teeth, aware he can't rough you up just yet no matter how good your wet cunt feels.
"thought you could just mock me earlier?" he shoves your face into his mattress, his other hand flush against your lower back. "you're a mess and i haven't even got my tip in. how weak is that?" he couldn't lie - nothing was more blissful to him than pussy, especially one like yours who would soak a man's cock at the slightest bit of pressure on her clit.
not one of his past partners managed to take him fully to the base, yet few had come close. "i'm sure you can take me, angel. your hips are made for me to grab while i'm pounding you." his eyes lock on the visual of your hole stretched around his tip, reluctant to let him withdraw. "mhm, sho. stop teasing." the lack of pleasure is short lived when he proceeds to drag his cockhead up and down your slit. "goddamn, my girl's drenched as usual. now i know why this pussy feels so warm."
having collected enough extra lubricant, he repositions himself at your exposed hole. "let's try again." his chest rises and falls with every pant, pure arousal overflowing his body. the penetration is easier this time - he's able to fit the tip in, but needs to spread your asscheek to work himself in another two inches. "fuck, this pussy's got me addicted."
"i feel so full," you whimper and crane your neck to meet his gaze. "oh fuck." the harsh realization hits you that there's plenty more of his thick cock for you to take. "oh fuck is right, thought you really took all of me? well, can't say i didn't warn you." it's too late for you to regret it, let alone blame him - he'd spent a good hour on foreplay alone to prepare you.
even three fucking orgasms wasn't enough for your body to loosen up substantially. he hated himself for loving your adorable reactions, all the result of agonizing pleasure and overstimulation. "almost half, sweetheart. just open up for me a little more, let me in." the addition of his precum makes his efforts all the more sloppy, a mess trailing down the backs of your thighs and sticking to his happy trail. "just move, sho."
"i haven't even started thrusting, need you to comfortably take me first. need to know this pussy can handle a cock this big." he needs to hear it - that he was right all along, you did in fact require more orgasms during foreplay and he was about to ruin any other dick for you. finally, your walls adjust to the first five inches - the average length for a male but only half for shouta aizawa. "that's a good girl. see? wasn't so hard after all."
and if he didn't feel balls deep inside of you already, you had five more inches left to take. "shoulda listened to me earlier, i'm going to have fun breaking you in."
𑣲 your best friend, katsuki, gives you a lesson on giving head. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the tv buzzed in the background of your bedroom, but neither of you paid attention to the screen. propped against the headboard, katsuki scrolled through his phone with his usual scowl. you sat cross-legged at the opposite end of the bed, staring up at the ceiling—utterly exhausted from venting.
"i'm just saying." you groaned, throwing a pillow at his leg. "it's frustrating. how are we supposed to just know what to do? it's not like there's a manual for it."
without looking up from his screen, katsuki caught the pillow with one hand and tossed it aside. "it's not calculus, idiot." he muttered. "you just do it. it's technique."
"easy for you to say." you rolled your eyes, turning to face him. "you act like an expert on everything."
"i don't act like it." he smirked. "i just am." he said cockily, finally dropping his phone onto the mattress to lock his eyes onto yours. "and if whoever you were with was complaining, they probably didn't know what they wanted anyway." he sneered. "or you were just terrible, which is highly likely.."
"i wasn't terrible." you shot back, a flush of heat creeping up your neck—half frustration, half embarrassment. "i just.. i don't know if i'm doing it right. the angles are weird, my jaw gets tired, and i feel like i'm just guessing the whole time. i wish someone would just tell me exactly what to do without it being a whole awkward thing."
katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. the room fell quiet as the casual banter suddenly felt heavier. his eyes narrowed as he tracked the flush on your cheeks, letting out a sharp click of his tongue.
"you're pathetic." he muttered, his usual sharp tone replaced by a low roughness. he slid down the bed deliberately until his knees nearly brushed yours. "if you're gonna do something, you don't guess. you do it right."
you blinked, caught off guard by how close he suddenly was. "what is that supposed to mean?"
"you're never gonna get it just listening to me talk." he muttered, his hand moving to the tied strings of his sweatpants. "move over."
a mix of nerves and excitement hit you when you looked down and saw the outline of his dick against the grey fabric. "katsuki? what are you doing?"
"giving you a practical lesson so you can quit whining." he slid his sweatpants down to his thighs, just enough to free himself. he was already leaking, getting thick and heavy just from listening to you complain all night. "you want to learn how to do it right? practice on someone who's actually gonna tell you the truth."
you'd seen him half-naked for years after workouts or just lounging around, but this was entirely different. the reality of your best friend sitting on your bed, completely exposed and waiting for you, made your skin tingle with sudden anticipation. there was no point in lying now—you secretly wanted this for years. it was always a fantasy.
closing the final bit of distance, you slowly knelt right between his thighs. he stayed entirely still, eyes tracking your every move while his clenched jaw, trying and failing to hide the sudden heat on his cheeks.
"don't just dive in." he commanded softly, his hand reaching out to cup the back of your neck, his thumb resting right against your pulse point. "use your hands first."
you reached out and wrapped your fingers right around the base of his cock. you wanted him all at once, staring at the slick, pink head. his breath hitched sharply through his nose as his fingers tightened just a bit against your neck.
"like this?" you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
"yeah.." he grumbled, his eyes darker than before. "now, look at me while you do it. don't look down like you're ashamed of what you're doing. own it."
following his words, you leaned forward, parting your lips and letting the warmth of your breath brush against the sensitive tip. katsuki's hips gave a slight twitch upward.
"good." he muttered, his voice strained now—cracking under the physical reality of your mouth inches away from him. "now.. wrap your lips over your teeth. completely. if i feel a single scratch, lesson's over."
you took him in slowly, testing the waters. the size of him filled your mouth, and you focused entirely on the sensation, swirling your tongue around the tip just like he had hinted earlier.
a low hiss escaped from him—a noise you had never heard him make before. it sent a thrill of pure power straight down your spine.
"f-fuck.." he choked out, his fingers tangling into your hair. "just like that—keep that exact pressure. you're doing fine.. too damn fine."
you swirled your tongue over the sensitive ridge again, tasting the sweetness of his arousal. hearing that raw, breathless praise leave his lips—sounds he usually kept locked tightly behind closed doors or buried under angry scoffs—sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight through you.
"take more of it." you sank lower, taking him deep until his tip touched the back of your throat. "yeah, there we go.." his fingers trembled where they tangled in your hair, entirely caught up in the pleasure of a lesson he was supposed to be scolding you for.
knowing you had this effect on katsuki, it didn't just motivate you—it made you want to push him even further. you tightened your grip around his base, using your hand to mimic the upward slide of your mouth as you took him a little deeper, just like he instructed.
"ah—fuck." a heavy groan left him as his head snapped back against the mattress, his hips rolling up into your mouth in a helpless, automatic reaction to the sudden suction. he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw straining so hard the cords in his neck stood out. "are you.. shit.. did you seriously even need the fucking help?"
you stayed quiet, humming softly against his skin. the sudden, muffled vibration shot straight through him, shattering whatever control he had left.
"f-fast learner, my ass." he choked out, his breath hitching as you picked up the pace, sliding your lips up and down his length with perfect pressure. "you're doing this on purpose. damn it, y/n.."
he opened his eyes, and they were completely dark, blown out with a mixture of sheer disbelief and overwhelming pleasure. the fierce, confident look he always wore was entirely gone, replaced by a heavy hunger that made the air in your bedroom feel thick and suffocating. he looked down at you, his chest heaving.
Your mouth was warm, wet, and wrapping around him so perfectly that it was starting to feel overwhelming. the friction was becoming too much, heat pooling low in his gut too quickly.
"wait—" katsuki suddenly rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair, firmly but gently pulling your head back until you were forced to release him with a soft pop.
you let out a quiet gasp, blinking up at him with flushed cheeks, a thin strand connecting your wet lips to the glistening tip of his dick.
he panted, shoulders heaving as he stared down at you with a red face. he swallowed hard, his hips giving a frustrated little twitch the second he lost the intense warmth of your mouth.
"this was supposed to be a fuckin' lesson." he grumbled as he brought his thumb up to your chin, gripping it just tightly enough to force you to keep eye contact.
he dragged his thumb over your wet lower lip, staring intently at your face. the look in your eyes told him everything—you weren't done with him yet.
"you want to keep going?" he whispered, his gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back to your eyes. "or are you satisfied? 'cause you clearly know exactly what the hell you're doing. you don't need my damn help."
you finally got it—the real secret to giving good head was actually wanting to do it. and you wanted nothing more.
when megumi told his friends he was dating you, the first reaction was pretty much the same for everyone — a mix of 'no way' and 'i don't believe you'. the worst part? he couldn't even blame them.
megumi would describe himself as introverted and probably pretty anti social. so when you walked up to him one day and started talking to him like you knew him for years? yeah he knew he was a goner. but honestly he never understood it — you were so beautiful, pink and glittery. him, on the other side, looked like he didn't know any other colors other than black and blue.
and somehow, he still fell inlove with you. he realised it soon when he missed the splash of vivid colors in his dorm or the sweet strawberry vanilla scent you left anywhere you went.
imagine his shock when you, yes you, confessed to him first — your eyes glassy like you were actually scared he might not feel the same way. and yet, the only thing he noticed in that moment was how cute your lips looked with the pinkish gloss.
when you started dating, no one really noticed the change — you always used to kiss his cheek even as friends, and he didn't go around to brag — not because he was ashamed, but because he always was one to admire you quietly. he never hid the relationship, he just didn't announce it shouting like yuji would.
so, when one day, when you joined megumi at training, which doesn't happen often, chaos unfolded. you strut down to watch him train in the sun, your pink customized uniform (curtesy of gojo) shining in the sun. megumi didn't see you immediatly, too focused on fighting off maki.
after the sparring match (which he lost) he finally saw you — sitting on the bench with some kind of iced drink. taking a break, he walked over to you, a small smile on his face at your obnoxious waving. "what are you doing here? i thought you went shopping." he takes the drink you're silently offering him, taking a sip from the sugary liquid. definetly your taste.
"hey babe! i was, but after i bought three bags my arms started to hurt so i came back. i found these really cute purple heels that match that skirt i bought last week, do you remember which one? oh and i also found these new gloss that tastes like strawberry..." he's listening to you rambling off about whatever you bought today, following your every word with quiet acknowledgment.
"do you have the new gloss on right now?" his question throws you off, making you halt your story telling. "yes how did you know? wanna try it? i have it in my bag!" while your searching your bag — which was filled with sweets, lipgloss and perfume, megumi's eyes don't leave you. he doesn't even realise maki is yelling at him to come train until yuji shouts like a gorilla making him jump.
"can i try the gloss?" the question would be weird for anyone else but you always make him put on some to 'taste test' it. "i'm not finding it right now ugh and you have to go—" he cuts you off with a direct kiss on your lips. right there in front of everyone — you swear you hear nobara gasp.
either way, you kiss him back, the gloss transfering onto your boyfriends mouth. it's a rather quick kiss, not wanting to put on a show infront of everyone. when he pulls back his forehead against yours, his breath stutters. "it tastes nice."
you don't have time to answer — he walks back to the training ground, ignoring the way everyone is looking at him. guess they finally know you're really dating.
feauturing: bf!nagiseishiro x meanfem!reader
contains: suggestive content, mentions of breeding and nudes, banter, swearing, reader is mean, swearing, drunk reader
a/n: did one for rin so had to do one for my man nagi idk why i chose mean reader feel like he can tolerate it that's why and acc likes it idk he's undercover freak. bf!rin pt2 soon guys. enjoy!
nagi is out of ideas, not knowing what to do to please his pervy fans. he’s simply jerking off, looking bored at the chat as his fans donate money saying how hot he is.
what he wasn’t expecting was a join request from one of the biggest content creators on the platform — you. he immediately accepts and your pretty face can be seen next to his cam. your lower lip trapped between your teeth before smirking, “hi”
nagi grunts in response, his hands clenching when you pull away from your cam, now not only your face on the frame — but your body covered by only a beautiful pink lingerie set. “thought you were bored and maybe i could help”
your purr does wonders to his cock, your sultry tone pooling down his balls. with lazy gesture that can’t be considered a smile, he says back, “how kind”
you giggle as your hand trails down to your panties, unhooking the waistband and teasing, sliding the fabric slowly. his own hand stop in its track, focused on discovering the heaven between your legs. “wanna see it?”
he nods eagerly, his muscled chest moving at the rhythm of his heavy breathing. he moans when you spread your legs, bare core exposed to the camera. donations arrive to both of you, but nagi couldn’t care less.
your fingers hover around your entrance, teasing yourself, before sliding two of them into you. you moan next to the microphone, your eyes rolling in pleasure. his dick throbs on his hand, pre leaking down as he resumes jerking off. “seems big.. do you think i’d fit, sei?”
your whispered filthiness throw him to the edge, with a growl he has now cum splattering on his toned abs and hand. he pants, sleepy eyes fixed on the camera as your giggles and moans mix. “we could try” he says groggily.
you giggle, your thumb grazing against your bud before pressing a kiss on the camera, “maybe other day, kay?”
Fratjo breaks up with you and instantly regrets it
The first time Satoru Gojo realizes he made a mistake is when he can’t find you on campus.
At first he thinks it’s funny.
You’ve always been easy to find. The west library corner seat by the window. The campus café at 10:30 with a vanilla latte and that same notebook you pretend isn’t a diary.
But after the breakup?
You vanish.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Your Instagram, phone number, Snapchat — blocked.
He stares at his phone in the Alpha Tau living room while music blasts around him and someone hands him another drink.
Blocked.
“Damn,” one of the guys laughs. “She actually did it.”
Gojo scoffs like it doesn’t matter. “I’ll get her back,” he says cockily.
Like he’s not the one who said it. I need to focus on football.
The lie sounded convincing at the time. The scouts were watching. His coach kept yelling about discipline. Everyone said relationships were a distraction.
So he broke up with you.
Clean and quick.
Two weeks later, he’s drunk at three different frat parties, shamefully sneaking out of sorority house hookups before the sun even rises.
And somehow that’s when he realizes something feels wrong.
———-
The First Attempt
He tries texting.
It doesn’t go through. Still blocked.
He laughs to himself. “Dramatic much.”
But that night he still walks across campus toward the all-girl dorms.
Except the front desk girl just shrugs. “She’s not here.”
Gojo frowns, “What do you mean she’s not here?”
“Means she’s not here.”
He stands outside the dorm building for ten minutes before leaving.
The next day he tries again. Still no sight of you.
Flowers
A week later a bouquet arrives at your dorm. White lilies and baby’s breath.
Attached card: —SG <3
He doesn’t even know if you like lilies. You used to talk about flowers sometimes, but he never listened carefully enough to remember, and now he regrets it.
The desk girl tells him later you picked them up without saying a word.
Still no message back.
The Letters
Then the letters start. The handwritten notes made him feel romantic, he was sure this would get a response out of you.
The first one is simple.
I know you blocked me. I deserve it.
Let me know if you wanna talk
-Satoru <3
No response.
The second one is longer.
I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I thought I was doing the responsible thing.
Please unblock me xoxo
The third one is messy.
He writes it at 2 AM after a party he left early because some girl laughed too loud in a way that sounded a little too much like you.
I keep looking for you around campus.
You used to sit by the west library window. I checked yesterday. You weren’t there. Are you avoiding me?
- Toru
Your Favorite Snacks
The dorm desk starts receiving packages. Your favorite chocolate. Spicy chips.
Strawberry gummies you always bought from the vending machine during late-night study sessions.
Deliveries of your favourite bubble tea.
The desk girl starts recognizing his name. “Another one from the football guy. I told him you weren’t here again like you asked.”
Meanwhile
Gojo’s reputation doesn’t change. He’s still the star player. Still the loud one at parties. Still the guy everyone thinks has everything.
But lately he keeps checking doorways. Scanning crowds at football games. Looking for someone who isn’t there.
The First Time He Sees You Again
It’s raining. He’s leaving practice when he spots you across the quad under a blue umbrella.
For a second he thinks he imagined it.
But then you look up. And your eyes meet his.
The look on your face isn’t anger. It’s worse.
It’s indifference.
You turn and keep walking. Gojo’s heart drops straight into his stomach. He can’t let you escape after all this time of chasing you.
“Hey—!”
You stop slowly. You look over your shoulder. “…What?” Your voice is calm.
Gojo suddenly forgets every speech he rehearsed. “I—did you get the letters?”
“Yes.”
“…And?…will you please talk to me?”
You stare at him for a long moment “Goodnight, Gojo.”
Then you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear.
nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru keeps his promise by flying overseas and sending you to poundtown. part one + part two
two months… satoru’s been thinking about you for two whole months. each day felt like a time lag, and every week felt like a never ending simulation. it felt as if the earth decided to stop spinning ever since that day he witnessed you using his gift — the toy he’d replicated of his own dick.
the late-night live you streamed for your onlyfans was now a file downloaded on satoru’s phone — ever since then, he’s been finding himself constantly looking at the download. whether it was for the sole purpose of admiration, or desperation… that video never stopped circulating within satoru’s head. it was as if his mind had been corrupted with an extreme sense of want.
a ‘want’ so desired, the longing has lasted longer than sixty-one days. it’s basically became a routine: wake and hit the gym, shower and jerk of to the only nsfw downloaded on his files, eat breakfast, head to campus, head home, buy takeout, study and then doom-scroll on twitter and converse with you for the rest of his night.
and good habits, or not — satoru’s also found himself secretly getting off to the sound of your voice whenever you’d call him because for some reason, he just couldn’t discard the image of you stuffing your insides with his dildo.
the video was practically burned into his retinas, setting off an unjust trigger of frustration he’d been holding in. it was almost unbearable — he had to find some kind of way to reaching you just as he did in his dreams because the life of a cuck was never something he’d foreseen as his own reality.
satoru had to get out of japan, it was the only step that would make it possible to see you — and, the only possible way to subside his carnal craving for you. but the thing is, he needed an excuse. he needed a reason to be overseas because no matter how much he joked about giving you the real ‘thing’, and expressing how crazed you make him — that’s not enough reason to fly out, no matter how impulsive he may be.
he had to strategize it, make the reason why he’s in your hometown sound believable. he’d call it an overseas ‘collaboration’. the kind of travel that content creators do for networking purposes, expanding their growth and earning more profits — it was a perfect idea.
“hypothetically speaking… what if, and i mean what if.” satoru’s voice grows in pitch as you hear his excitement over the phone. “not again, toru. i’m tired of your ‘what if’ questions, let talk about something else.” you sigh.
satoru’s been buzzing in your ear for the past few hours about absolute nonsense. first it was about him traveling overseas for vacation, then it was about him “visiting friends” overseas — which never bothered to mention, and now here he was again.
“fine—” he pursued his lips, “last one. what iffffff.” he drags before pausing as you hum in response, but there’s an awkward beat of silence. “what iff?..” you repeat after him, before hearing him giggle like a little boy with a crush.
you raised an eyebrow, listening to satoru on the other side of the phone. the only times you’ve heard satoru giggle like a child was either because his favorite game has finally been released, or because he had something mischievous in mind.
“what if— and this is a hypothetical, okay? but what if i went overseas for a collab?” he utters out quickly, as you hear a grin creep onto his lips. “then i guess you’ll be overseas for a collab? i don’t know.” you respond slightly confused, unsure why’d he even tell you that.
“you’re no fun.” satoru huffs, and it’s safe to assume he was expecting more than just a slightly dismissive response. “i mean… why are you so intent on traveling outside the country?” you ask, “you’ve been mentioning traveling overseas every time we speak on the phone.” you’re talking while trying to figure out why satoru’s so fixated on traveling, before it it clicks to you.
“don’t tell me that collab has you losing months worth of sleep because you just can’t wait to go.” you roll your eyes with cringe, which earns an incoherent groan from satoru.
“you just wouldn’t get it.” his voice softens as he accepts quiet defeat. and it’s unfortunate really, it’s not like he could tell you that the collab would be with you without sounding like a desperate loser.
he sent you a molded figure of his dick two months ago — half jokingly, half hoping that there’s a chance that you’d use it. he honestly thought the odds were against him, until they weren’t. until that sole day he’d find himself seeing you as more than just a mutual friend, but an unfulfilled desire.
“get what, toru?” you let out a small laugh, mixed between amusement and disbelief. “get how you’re basically crushing on one of your mutuals.” you tease just enough to hit that sore spot that’s been slowly killing satoru.
“whaaat? y’ jealous?” he taunts, as if the ache within his chest is inexistent. “definitely not.” you scoff lightly.
“yeah, sureee.” he lets out a laugh. “i’m sure after using my replica, you feel a little territorial over me, no?” he adds, half a playful, half truth as he anticipated your response, but all you do is let out an inaudible laugh.
of course satoru was a menace, he always has been since the day you two became friends — but the one thing you could never get used to was his tactless behavior. either he was stupid, or just abnormally impulsive.
“nah, but i’d definitely get territorial if you’re giving out money to other women on their streams.” you jokingly tease back, but there’s truth hidden between your words before you’re hearing satoru’s laugh break your phone’s sound barrier.
“give me a personalized stream and i’ll have you set for life.” he says over the phone, as if he doesn’t have a downloaded file of you on his phone.
“you’re a college student, toru.” you deadpan your phone as if you’re on facetime. “i’ll indulge in my savings for you.” he replies, soft and stupidly, but only satoru knows there’s a hell of a lot more things he’d do for you.
“yeah, suree.” you drag sarcastically, “goodnight, toru before you make me lose the little brain cells i have left.” you wish him a good night, earning a laugh from him.
“sighhhhh!” satoru sighs the actual word out loud, “you always think i’m joking.” he says, and you can hear the pout in his voice. “but goodnight— i’ll see you tomorrow, love you.” he lets out a smooching sound before ending the call.
—
text from satoru: you home? sent at 7:38 PM
your phone buzzes on the couch’s armrest making you reach across the sofa to grab your phone.
you: no
you: did you bring me another one of your gifts ?? 🧍♀️
your fingers tap against screen of your phone, as you’re reaching to put it back down against the armrest before your phone is buzzing again.
text from satoru: WHY ARE YOU NOT AT HOMEE
text from satoru: I HAD A GIFT FOR YOU 😔😔, i was gonna tell you to open the door so you’d be surprised but NOOO you decided not to be home
the texts from satoru are coming in one after another, and you can’t help but giggle because in truth, you actually are home, but it’s not as if he could prove it.
you: 😭😭
you: it’s okay, just take the L tonight ☹️
text from satoru: this is more than a L
text from satoru: I JUST GOT SHOT FIFTY TIMES
text from satoru: BY YOU btw.
you laugh as you rise from the couch, kicking on your slippers before making your way to the front door as you unlock the door — swinging it open, before being met by a towering silhouette as you jolt in surprise.
“oh!” the lower voice exclaims.
“what the hell!?” you practically scream.
“s—surprise..!”
you raise your head to the familiar voice as your gazes meet. “satoru? oh my god?!” you let out the biggest exhale as your body fights off the adrenaline coursing through your body.
there’s no way that — that ‘gift’ satoru was spiraling about would actually be him in physical form. “are you supposed to be my gift?..” you ask shockingly, almost at a loss for words.
“… yes i— WAIT? i thought you weren’t home.” he shouts in realization, as he’s standing awkwardly at your front door. his soft blue eyes roaming all over your face, taking in every little feature as his eyes slowly make their way down before instantly flicking back up once he hears your voice.
“and i thought you were just traveling for your collab.” you purse your lips as the words taste a little bitter on your tongue, which makes satoru grin. “you’re poutin’ because i have a collab coming up?” he teases, before you’re taking a step back in your house and closing the door.
“wait, wait! i’m joking.” he hastily utters, subconsciously stopping the door with his hand before letting go as he scratches the back of his head with an awkward smile. “can i come in?”
—
satoru’s been roaming around every inch of your apartment like a curious puppy. “hmm, so this is your room?” he asks, peeking his head through the door frame.
“you can go in, you’ve seen my room a thousand times on face-time.” you insist as he trails behind you with his mouth parted like this is the most surreal experience ever.
you watch as satoru wanders around, and he’s touching everything within sight before halting at your streaming station. it’s quite a messy setup, the camera stands are fallen on the floor, your camera is tilted against the dresser while still being opened, and to make matters worse. the box you collect all of the toys gifted to you are all inside that box.
and given the curious nature satoru has he’d probably open it up without a thought. you make your across the room, towards the storage box grabbing to put it back in its proper place — your closet.
“what’s in it?” satoru questions, voice soft and inquisitive as he watches you open the closet. “uhh it’s nothing, i just use it to prop up my camera sometimes.” the lie slides off of your tongue, but you can also feel your throat getting uncomfortably dry as there’s a brief pause in satoru’s next words.
“hmm…” his eyes are practically drilling a hole into the back of your head. “i see! so you don’t use the camera stands sometimes, that’s actually smart.” he says lightly, forcing his gaze elsewhere. satoru can’t help, but fixate on how snug and thin your tank top is, or how loose and short your bottoms are.
he’s waited two months — sixty-one days and he’s finally gotten where he’s been yearning go, and there’s absolutely no way he’s going to ruin this moment. not even the bulge slowly growing inside his pants as he shakes his head to keep his thoughts more appropriate.
you finish hiding the box inside the closet, taking in a quiet inhale in attempt to calm your nerves. it was just a dumb storage box that was forgotten to be put away, but it wasn’t forgotten. no, it was satoru’s unexpected presence that made the simplest of things less casual than it should be. plus he’s practically seen your entire collection before, what’s the difference now?
you shut the regaining the composure that was lost as you look over your shoulder to see satoru already looking at you. “what are you looking at, toru.” you groaned, turning on your heels towards your bed before plopping down on the mattress.
“mind if i sit too?” he points to your bed, kicking off his shoes once you hum in response as the mattress dips beside you.
there’s nothing but silence… awkward silence. you honestly never expected things with satoru to ever be this awkward. the two of you were great friends, or great friends online that is. but maybe that weird tension between you both came from the fact that neither of you knew how to act around each other outside of a phone screen.
you steal a glance at satoru only to find him sprawled comfortably against your pillows as if he belonged there. one leg stretched across the mattress while the other bends loosely, his attention seemingly focused on his phone despite the occasional flick of his eyes toward you.
“so did you fly overseas just to stare at me in silence.” you quip with your cheek smushed into your pillow, which makes the corners of satoru mouth curl upwards. “yep, so i could look at the face all day.” he sits his phone down with a grin as you huff.
“seriously though.” you mumble into the fabric of your pillow, “what even is this collab?” you ask making satoru sigh, watching him slouch deeper into your pillow as his shirt rides up his abdomen, exposing the flex of his abs.
“just a collab somewhat outside my skill set.” he sighs, already dreading the conversation. “your skill set?” you repeat after him.
“yeah… rough, and mean.” he says, as if his entire twitter isn’t videos of him rag dolling a fleshlight and his fist. “that’s literally your middle name.” you let out a laugh while satoru lets out a whine.
“no it’s nott.” he sinks further into your pillows again, “there’s no reason to be nervous, toru— unless… you like her or something.” and there’s brief pause before satoru lets out a quiet laugh, though it sounds more nervous than anything.
“what if i did?” he asks.
“then it should be easier i’d assume.” you reply, watching the way satoru’s attention is fixated on your ceiling, “not really.” he replies back.
“why not?” you ask, completely oblivious to it all.
“becausee.. i don’t know.” he drags, throwing his body to the slide to face you as his eyes meet yours as your heart grows heavier.
he’s so close, just within a reach grasp and you can sense the change in satoru’s demeanor as he shifts closer towards you. his gaze flickers down for half a second before returning to your eyes, his lips parting like he’s debating whether or not to cross a line.
“can i ask you something.” he murmurs, as you nod. “sure.”
“want to help me practice?”
—
and maybe that’s how you found yourself straddling satoru. barricading either side of his waist with your thighs — rocking your hips into his, and grinding against the mound of his sweat pants.
“f— fuck…” satoru groans, his hands reach out to grab at your waist. the way you’re roll your hips, and slowly drag yourself against satoru’s bulge has him in a trance of him re-visioning the way you grind on all the silicone didlos you own.
the corners of his lips curl into a grin, “you gonna use me the way you use your toys?” he teases, as if you aren’t the one doing him a favor as his hands wrap around your waist, pressing you closer onto his lap as he pivots his hips up.
you let out a soft exhale which was heavier than expected as the damp fabric of your panties molded into the folds of your lips, making you feel every graze against your clit catching onto the hem of satoru’s sweatpants.
“why not.” your eyes flicker to satoru’s face as his eyes are already drawn upon yours. “i thought you needed my help…” you murmur, rolling your hips deeper against the outline of his sweats, earning a small grunt from satoru as you feel him twitch against you while inching your lips closers to his.
“you’re no different than my toys right now, right?” your breath fans against his parted lips, before pulling back as he lets out a chuckle in remembrance of exactly how crazed you make him feel. “damn, i almost forgot how mean you are to me.” satoru groans almost gutted in complete pleasure, you’d thought he’d already came.
you feel one of satoru’s thumbs tug against the hem of your shorts, indicating to take them off as you lift your hips up in response, feeling him tug them off before tossing them across the room while he’s working himself out of his sweatpants. and you can see exactly how long he’s been waiting for this very moment.
the raging bulge in his briefs are oozing pre-cum. satoru’s mind is absolutely broken, completely empty and thinking about none other than being inside you.
you can even see a little bead form on top of the cotton as satoru’s slender fingers rack down to grab a flesh full of your ass, pulling your lower half flush against him making you both moan to the blissful sensation of less cloth as your clit catches against the prominent vein of his cock.
“mmmh, shit…” he’s raising his hips to match the rhythm of his hands pressing you against him — attempting to fuck you through barricading fabric. “your clit is fuckin’ swollen— bet that’s how hard she gets grindin’ on other dicks, yeah?” satoru taunts, low and mean as he flashes a canine.
and you can feel every inch of his clothed dick dragging in-between your folds, over and over again. your chest is pressed against his, feeling your nipples harden against the material of your tank top from constantly rubbing against it.
your arms wrapped around his neck, letting him mouth words against the column of your throat as your vocal cords vibrate with a gentle laugh. “yeah she does, you jealous?” you mock, referencing a past conversation as satoru’s jaw tightens.
indeed he was, inevitably so. ever since the day he confirmed that personalized shipment overseas to your address — he was more than just jealous. and you can hear satoru grit his teeth before he’s flipping you over, back against the mattress.
the hem of your thin tank rising above your stomach, and the strap falling off your shoulder — feeling the soft strands of satoru’s silver hair brush against your forehead. your lips are parted, letting out a gasp to the sudden shock as you’re practically pinned beneath satoru as he leans over you.
he rises up, snaking his arms across the lower half of his torso before tugging his hoodie over his head, revealing each plane of his abs.
“‘m a little jealous.” he admits with a playful edge, though his actions are the complete opposite as he tosses his hoodie to the side before ducking down.
and your eyes follow his every movement, from the way his hands snake underneath your shirt before traveling down the sides of your waist to your hips.
you let out a small hitch, almost forgetting that this is just practice as his eyes focus on you — fixated on every little reaction he gets out of you. starting with the way your chest rises up and down and how whenever you both lock eyes, you immediately avert yours.
satoru chuckles amused, “do you want me to be jealous?” he murmurs, soft and intrigued before you’re muttering.
“stop going off script.” your lips purse, feeling your body run warm as the gravity of the situation finally dawns on you. satoru halts for half a second, his eyes scanning over you once more before pressing his lips against yours.
his tongue pushing against your teeth, ushering access to the inside of your mouth making you open your mouth as his tongue catches yours. exchanging saliva and making a mess as your feel once of his hands slide between your thigh and his other hand trailing up to cup your jaw, never breaking the kiss.
and there’s barely any time to breathe. not when his tongue is at the back of your throat, spit dripping down your chin as you’re moaning into his mouth from the pads of his fingers ducking into your panties as his fingers work to find your swollen clit.
satoru breaks the kiss, and there’s a little string of salvia connecting you two as you gasp for air.
“there is no script.” he breathes out hoarse, and there’s nothing holding him back now. his eyes flicker down to the hand buried inside your panties before tugging away the fabric, as he nudges your thighs further apart with his knees.
and he almost drools at the sight of your pussy on display. a moment just for him — the moment he’s waited for months on end as he pushes his hips against your bare cunt, grinding his clothed dick against your clit as you moan at the friction.
“there she is.” he groans, almost sounding frustrated by how affected he is. “been waiting fuckin’ months.” he lets your clit throb against his bulge as you shudder.
you throw one of your arms over your face, embarrassed by how much this is affecting you as well before satoru’s grabbing your wrist and pinning your hand to the side.
“c’mon, angel.” he coos, watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “don’t be shy, yeah? i know this pussy better than those toys do.” he lets out a quiet, almost guttural groan as if he’s remembering the countless clips he’s seen of you stuffing your pussy full.
his words travel straight to your core making your hole involuntarily twitch as you knit your eyebrows. “you talk too much.” you say quiet, and breathless before his other hand is taking your other hand and guiding it towards his pelvis, making you palm at his bulge through his briefs as he’s humping into your hand with a breathy laugh which quickly dissolves into a groan.
“feel it?” he grinds deeper into your hand, and you can feel the warmth of his stiff cock twitch against your palm as you nod. “that’s what you do to me.” he drags your hand near the band of his briefs as one of your fingers catch the hem of it, before he’s making you tug the band down freeing himself as his dick instantly springs out and slaps heavy against his lower abdomen with a groan.
“been hard the second you opened that door— almost gave me blue-balls.” he whines with a pout as his eyes drop down to the unfathomable size difference between his dick and that tiny hole he’s gonna stretch open.
and your mouth drops because there’s no way he’s going to fit inside of you. it looked physically impossible, satoru’s dick was even bigger than the molded replica he had made for you.
your throat runs dry, and you swallow hard as your fingers brush against satoru’s pelvis. “t—that’s too big…” you stammer out before pushing against his lower half as he’s swatting your hand away, before pulling you into him as his length slides in between your folds, gathering slicks as the head of his dick grazes against your clit making you both moan in unison.
“yeah?” he responds, voice shaky because there’s no disagreeing with that — not when he practically dwarfs you in every physical way possible. he watches the way his cock drags back and forth through your folds, slowly dragging down near your entrance before ghosting over it with a strained moan.
“toru…” your voice trembles a bit. you’re trying to mentally and physically prepare yourself for what’s to come as satoru uses his free hand to cup the back of your knee, pushing it towards your chest.
“yeah, baby?” he hums, rocking his hips closer against your entrance that’s squeezing around nothing. and all he earns is silence from your nervousness as he lets out a reassuring grin while unpinning your wrist with his other hand. “just relax f’me.” he drags his hips down, lining up flush against your entrance.
“m sure you’ve been stretchin’ yourself out on replicas for me this whole time.” he teases, his eyes locking onto yours. “look at me, pretty girl.” he tilts your chin gently towards him as he leans in.
“been wanting to see how pretty you look taking me for months.” he murmurs against your lips, before slowly rocking his hips into yours as the head of his cock slips past your entrance making you wince.
“crap…” satoru breathlessly chuckles, sounding a little delirious, his head dropping to your shoulder as he realigns himself with your entrance. “just one more time, angel.” he whispers, nudging his hips into yours as the tip of his dick finally sinks in.
“f- fuckk, fuck!” you choke into a whimper feeling yourself get split apart as the pressure slowly stretches you out. your hands find any kind of leverage as one of your hands claws into the back of satoru’s neck while the other digs into his bicep.
“mmmghh, you feel so—” satoru groans against your shoulder, hips stuttering for a second as if he can’t handle it — sinking deeper into you, until he’s pelvis flush against your bum as your back arches off the mattress.
his hands snake tight around your waist, engraving moon-shaped crescents into your skin his movements pause because this is the vision he’s replayed in his head a million times over.
the decision of taking his sweet time with you, and making passionate love until you’re saying ‘i love you’ —or fucking you raw until the sun comes up and you’re screaming his name.
the halt in his movement gives you time to better accommodate around his length. though the burn is still there, and your pussy feels indescribably full as the head of satoru’s cock nudge sweet against the sensitive spot inside of you.
a moan escapes from your throat, and your canines are sunken into your bottom lip. this is the moment satoru’s dreamed about, even fucked his palm to the thought of just how warm, and tight you’d feel wrapped around his dick. he lets out a low, strained groan beginning to rock his hips forward.
maybe he should be gentle with you, and watch you slowly fall apart on his dick — but that’s not the way you used his dick on stream.
satoru’s rhythm picks up, his thrusts getting meaner, and his strokes getting longer as he begins snapping his hips into you.
“shit— you’re taking me s’ good…” his lips part into a gasp as he watches the way your pussy swallows him whole with every thrust that has your body rocking up and down beneath him.
every roll of his hips causing your walls to involuntarily squeeze around him. “t— toru…” you whimper, thighs trembling within his hold as his cock drags in and out of your hole.
“mmm, that’s my name.” he hums, swallowing a moan. his eyes roaming every inch of your body before finding your face. your eyes are glossy, and your bottom lip is swollen from gnawing at it. “gonna let ‘toru fuck you the way he’s been dreamin’ about, yeah?” satoru lets out a shaky exhale.
his grip tightens around the back of your knees, as he’s shifting his position in a way that drops most of his weight onto you forcing your knees against your chest.
you choke at the sudden fullness, your eyes flicking down to see a small bump in your lower stomach. you couldn’t even talk, satoru was so deep inside of you in ways no toy could. one of your palms trail down to push against satoru’s lower abdomen, feeling the flex of his abs.
“see that?” satoru grins, pupils blown wide at the sight of him deep inside of you. his hand sliding over your stomach while pivoting his hips at an angle to hit deeper against that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.
“that little toy never reached this deep, did it?” he taunts, pressing his palm against the bulge in your stomach, making your breath hitch and your walls choking around his cock earning an escaped whimper fall from satoru’s lips.
his hips are basically moving on their own. snapping into yours as he practically pounds your pussy into the mattress. “fuckk— can’t stop.” he chokes, each thrusts sloppier than the last as you throw your head back moaning his name.
“yeah, yeah— thaat’s ittt.” he drags, as he slowly begins to lose himself. “mmhngh— keep milkin’ me just like that…”
the head of his cock is repeatedly pressing against that wet, spongy spot inside of you. “nngh, toruu!” you whine, each stroke makes your stomach feel weird and your core tighten in a way that makes your bladder swell as euphoric waves course through your veins.
you can feel satoru twitch inside of you, his hips stuttering with each thrusts. he’s ducking his head down, burying his face into the crook of your neck and panting against your skin.
the sound of bare skin slapping against each other, and the exchanges of whimpering and moaning bounce off the walls. “s-shit… hated watching those streams knowin’ it wasn’t me.” he grits, panting against your neck.
“should’ve been me.” his voice quakes, muttering into your skin, almost sounding frustrated by it as he drools against your neck. “i should’ve been the one making you feel this good, not some fuckin’ toy.” he moans into you, and his pelvis flush against yours.
his dick nuzzling sweet against your cervix. your breath catching in your throat with your mouth open, “fuck, fuckk— ‘m cummingg!” you shriek. your legs shaking in satoru hold, as your nails rack desperately against satoru’s back as your spine lifts off the mattress.
your body seizing at the orgasmic wave of pleasure shooting throughout your body as your vision flashes white. a plethora of broken whimpers spill past your lips, eyes shut tight — feeling every drag of satoru’s dick against your sensitive walls as he chases his high.
“‘m close.” he exhales, as your pussy strangles his dick, milking him with every thrust as he feels himself involuntarily spill inside of you. his hips are slamming into yours, thrust gut-deep before nuzzling his length as deep as possible into your pussy as his cock swells inside of you before pulling out.
instantly spurting cum onto your stomach as he grinds against your body as you’re both moaning, trying to catch your breaths.
you let out somewhat of a incoherent sigh as satoru collapses on top of you — sticky bodies flush against each other.
“so…” you sigh, snaking one of your hands against the back of satoru’s head, running your fingers through his soft locks as his arms wrapped around your torso.
“are you ready for your collab.” you ask, muscles feeling like jelly as you play in his hair. “yeah.” he hums absently, “i can go more rounds…” he breathlessly laughs.
freaky fratgumi! who was one of the most known and popular guys on campus, always partying and still somehow having perfect grades.
freaky fratgumi! who’s frat house has a tradition to host parties every weekend, finding the hottest girl at the party and fucks her every time. it’s apart of the frat code!
freaky fratgumi! finds you awkwardly standing in the corner of one of his parties after finals ended. he always thought you was cute for a nerdy loser, and he would never tell his frat boys that.
freaky fratgumi! who pulls you to the side to talk to you in secret, the alcohol helping you both get loose and handsy with each other.
freaky fratgum! ends up giving you the best fucking of your life, giving you his number before leaving just to end up ignoring all of your calls.
freaky fratgumi! who keeps you a secret from everyone else, saying a random girls name whenever they would ask who he ended up having a fun weekend with. he can’t imagine how they would react if they found out he fucked a loser.
freaky fratgumi! who only calls when he wants to fuck, ignoring you everywhere outside the bedroom. he usually is a one night stand guy, but your pussy was so good he just couldn’t let you go.
you knew he was just using you for sex, and that you shouldn’t be allowing yourself to be used like this, but nobody has ever given you this type of attention. you were hooked.
freaky fratgumi! knew the type of effect he had on you, knowing that you didn’t have the confidence to end things. it was perfect for him, he found himself a permanent cum dump, bonus points that it was a nerdy cutie.
freaky fratgumi! who is so sweet to you when you have sex, anything to keep you from leaving him and to make you forget how much of an asshole he is to you on campus.
freaky fratgumi! who makes you take slutty pictures for him to keep for after you fuck. you send them because he makes you feel wanted, and you secretly got a rise at the thought of someone so hot needing to look at you to get off. (what you don’t know is that he’s secretly sharing them with his best friend, yuji.)
freaky fratgumi! makes you do his assignments he doesn’t feel like doing, he’s smart, but he has parties to attend. he guilt trips you into doing them for him by saying obscene things in a sweet tone like it was nice. “come on baby, i fuck your needy little pussy so good don’t i? you owe me for this.”
freaky fratgumi! is always caught outside with another girl he can afford to be seen with. of course, you notice, and you get upset and cry to him about it while he’s in the middle of eating your pussy. “shhh, it’s okay pretty. you know you’re special to me, i can’t handle the thought of the guys trying to get their filthy hands on you. i’m just trying to keep you safe.”
he always lies so sweetly, that you end up believing every single one.
freaky fratgumi! loves to leave bites and hickeys in spots only you can see, it’s his sick way of leaving his claim on you and being able to keep whatever the two of you got going on a secret. you noticed that he always leaves them in places you can easily cover up. are you really just a secret to him?
freaky fratgumi! who almost has a heart attack when he gets a text from you late one night, reading “i haven’t gotten my period in weeks, i think i’m pregnant.”
"it's feminine intuition, 'cause I always had a vision of us standing like this"
💌: ao haru ride inspired, fluff, childhood friends, yearner megumi. wc: 2.2k. art credit: semapathy ⚠︎gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owner.
time moves like a tide, drifting forward even when you wish it would pause, carrying people apart only to pull them back together with a feeling that settles deeper each time. distance stretches the heart in ways you don’t notice at first, but megumi feels it every day, like each memory of you grows fonder the longer you’re away.
he thinks about how strange it is that time can take someone out of your reach but still keep them close in your mind. he never says any of this out loud.
you and megumi grew up together, sharing schoolyards, after‑school snacks, and long walks home where he always slowed his pace to match yours. he was the kid who stood beside you when you were nervous, the one who held your sleeve when you crossed the road.
you spent whole afternoons trading secrets under the same tree, promising you’d stay friends even when life got busy. he remembers every detail, every laugh, every moment where he wished he could tell you how much you meant to him.
now, years later, he’s alone in his apartment, thinking about you again like he always does when the day winds down. he crouches beside the couch and calls out your name, his voice gentle and familiar, but he isn’t talking to you. instead, a tiny black cat trots over, tail flicking as she jumps into his arms, clearly used to being spoiled.
he scratches behind her ear and murmurs, “come here, y/n, dinner’s ready,” acting like it’s normal even though he knows exactly why he chose that name.
he sits back against the couch with the cat curled against him, staring at the empty space across the room where he imagines you would sit if you were here. he whispers, “you’d laugh at me if you saw this,” but there’s a small smile on his face as he says it.
naming the cat after you was something he did without thinking, something that made the distance feel a little less severe.
he holds her close and adds, “you remind me of her, you know,” even though he knows the truth, he just misses you.
megumi sits on the couch with the cat curled against his chest. he pauses on a photo he took earlier, the cat sitting on the windowsill with the afternoon light behind her, looking far too pleased with herself.
he taps it, adds it to his instagram story, and types out the caption with your name, the same name he calls out every evening when he feeds her. the moment he posts it, he stares at the screen for a long time, wondering if you’ll see it and think of him the way he thinks of you.
the story sits there with a tiny heart sticker in the corner, the cat’s name written clearly like it’s something he wants the whole world to know.
he leans back and lets out a slow breath, feeling that familiar ache settle in his chest, the one that always shows up when he thinks about how long it’s been since he last saw you. “you’d tease me for this,” he mutters to the cat, who blinks at him like she agrees. he reaches out and strokes her head, adding quietly, “i just miss her, that’s all.”
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
you haven’t checked megumi’s instagram in ages, mostly because you told yourself it didn’t matter anymore, that childhood memories were just that -- memories. but tonight, for some reason you can’t explain, you open the app and type his name into the search.
his profile loads slowly, and you scroll through the grid with a strange mix of curiosity.
the moment it opens, your breath catches because the first thing you see is a tiny cat sitting on a windowsill, looking far too proud of herself. the caption sits right under it, written in his usual neat style, and it’s your name, sitting there like it belongs to the cat. you stare at it for a long moment, your thumb frozen on the screen as your heart skips a beat.
you whisper, “no way… megumi, what are you doing?” even though he’s nowhere near you.
you exit the story so fast you almost drop your phone, but the damage is done, your name is in his story views. you sit there on your bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out why he would name a cat after you of all things.
part of you wants to laugh, part of you wants to scream, and part of you feels something warm settle in your chest, something you haven’t felt since you were kids. you whisper to yourself, “he can’t be serious,” but the truth is, you know exactly what megumi is like -- he never does anything without meaning it.
our heart is still racing when you open the message box under his story, your thumb hovering for a moment before you slide up and type a single confused “?”. it feels ridiculous, but it’s the only thing your brain can manage after seeing your own name sitting under a photo of his cat. you hit send before you can overthink it, then toss your phone onto the bed.
across town, megumi sees the notification pop up and freezes. he stares at your name on his screen, his mind running through every possible reply before he even touches the keyboard.
he types something, deletes it, types again, deletes it again. and sits there with his head in his hands because nothing sounds normal. he finally forces himself to write something and sends: “long story.”
the moment it delivers, he drops his phone onto the couch and groans into his hands, already regretting how vague it sounds. he wanted to explain, he wanted to tell you everything, but the words tangled before he could get them out. the cat climbs into his lap. he glances at his phone again, waiting for your reply.
you stare at megumi’s “long story” message for a while, your thumb tapping against the screen as you try to decide what to say. part of you wants to tease him, part of you wants to demand answers, and part of you just wants to hear his voice again after so long. you settle on something simple: “i have time.” you hit send before you can second‑guess it, your heart thudding in a way you haven’t felt since you were teenagers.
megumi sees the message instantly, his phone lighting up in his hand while he sits on the couch with the cat curled against him. he stares at your words. he types a reply, deletes it, types again, deletes it again, trying to find something that doesn’t sound too eager or too distant. finally, he exhales and writes the one thing that feels right: “can we meet? the old park.”
he hesitates for a moment, thumb hovering over the send button, thinking about the tree you used to sit under, the swings you used to race to, the path you used to walk together every afternoon.
he wonders if you’ll remember all of it the way he does, if the place still holds the same sentiment for you. then he presses send, his chest tightening as the message delivers. he whispers to the cat, “i hope she comes,” even though he knows he’ll be waiting there no matter what.
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
the park looks almost the same as it did when you were kids, the same old tree standing tall, the same path winding through the grass, the same swings creaking in the breeze. you spot him before he sees you.
megumi standing near the tree in a navy sweater and dark jeans, hands in his pockets like he’s trying to look calm even though he keeps shifting his weight. he looks older, steadier, but somehow exactly like the boy you remember.
you take a breath and call out, “megumi!” your voice carries across the park, and he turns so quickly it’s like he’s been waiting for that exact sound. he walks toward you with that familiar careful pace, eyes fixed on you like he’s trying to take in every detail at once. when he stops in front of you, you tilt your head up and say the first thing that slips out, “you’ve gotten taller.”
megumi lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing as he looks down at you. “you always used to say that,” he replies, even though you haven’t said it in years. he studies your face for a moment, like he’s checking you’re really here and not something he imagined on a lonely night. then he adds, “you look the same… but also not the same,” his voice affectionate in tone.
the space between you feels full of every memory you ever shared, every moment you missed, every message you almost sent but didn’t. megumi shifts slightly, hands still in his pockets, and says, “i’m glad you came.”
you smile at him, feeling something familiar settle inside you, and say, “me too.”
you both stand under the same tree you used to sit beneath as kids, the branches stretching overhead like they remember you. the air feels steady around you, not tense, just full of everything you’ve been wanting to ask since the moment you saw his story. you shift your weight a little, looking up at him with a mix of confusion.
finally, you say, “so… what’s the story? why is your cat named after me?”
megumi’s eyes flick away for a moment, like he’s trying to gather the right words without giving too much away too fast. he rubs the back of his neck, the navy sleeve of his sweater bunching slightly as he exhales.
he looks back at you, meeting your eyes with a sincerel expression, and says, “i just wanted something that reminded me of you.”
he shifts his hands in his pockets and he’s bracing himself for your reaction even though he’s trying to look calm.
“i got her during a time when we weren't talking,” he continues, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. “saying your name every day made things feel easier.”
you feel your breath catch. you take a small step closer, studying his face, noticing the way he keeps glancing at you like he’s checking if he said too much.
“megumi…” you start, but the rest of the sentence doesn’t come out because you’re still processing the weight of what he just admitted.
he gives a tiny shrug, almost shy, and says, “i guess i missed you more than i thought.”
you stand there with megumi under the old tree, the same one that watched you both grow up.
you reach up and touch his cheek gently, your palm cupping it like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and he leans into your hand without hesitation. you look up at him and say, “i missed you too, megumi.”
his eyes soften and he lifts one hand slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want to, but you stay right where you are. his fingers slide to the back of your head, settling there with a steady touch that feels familiar even after all this time. he guides you forward, shifting you into his chest with a careful pull, holding you like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.
you feel his breath against your hair as he murmurs, “i didn’t think you’d say that.”
his other arm wraps around you, drawing you closer until you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. the world around you fades into something supplementary, like the years apart have folded themselves into this one moment.
megumi rests his chin lightly against your head and adds, “i’m really glad you’re here.”
you close your eyes, letting yourself sink into him, feeling every memory and every missed moment bloom into something new. his hand stays at the back of your head, steady and sure, like he’s anchoring you both to the place where everything started.
you finally speak, “me too".
megumi holds you a little tighter, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.
using the replica dildo your nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru gifted you on stream. part one + inspo ask
ever since you’ve received that stupid gift from satoru, he hasn’t left you alone. constantly asking if the quality of silicone was that of a good quality. and asking if it felt like the real thing — a subtle hint of ‘did it feel like my dick?’.
but the truth is, you haven’t used it — you couldn’t even fathom the thought of how something so big could possibly fit inside of you.
“sooo… how’d it feel, hmm?!” satoru says over the phone, and you could practically hear the smile he’s biting back as your eyes flicker over to the hyper-realistic dildo.
it’s almost scary how similar the replica is to the videos of himself on twitter. the texture of the silicone is soft to touch, representing a faux skin. even the girth of the toy is surrealistic — the way your able to curl your hands around it, and squeeze it as the skin around it wrinkles in just the way satoru’s does when he’s fisting his dick on live.
“i already told you, toru.” you pan your attention back to the conversation. “i will not be putting that monstrous thing inside of me.” you reach a hand towards your phone, watching satoru’s lips curl downwards into that signature pout of his.
“monstrous?! you’re so mean.” he sighs, “thought you wanted a gift straight from japan, something you could even put to good use.” you watch his lips follow his words as he rambles on. his gorgeous, feathered eyelashes batting with each blink he takes, and the way his bottom lip is glossed over with a coat of his saliva.
satoru’s beauty always made you question how such a pretty face could be carrying something so, deadly within their pants. and you’d be lying to yourself if you said the thought of using the dildo never cross your mind at least thrice.
“not monstrous in a bad way, just you know…” you add to satoru’s mini yap-session. “this thing is way bigger than it looks on camera. if i put this inside of me, i’d probably die.” you say in an a way that left you speechless which earned a chuckle out of satoru.
“you’re not gonna die, we have infinite compatibility.” he grins, revealing the dimple at the corner of his mouth. “compatibility, or not it’s still gonna hurt like hell.” you reply, though there’s a little pause.
just a beat of silence before satoru responds. “should i fly over there and just give you the real thing instead?”
his tone is playful, but there’s a linger that makes it feel heavier than it should have. the kinda feeling that makes your stomach fill with warmth. “w— what, toru?! stay where you are!” you stutter out, a little flustered because he’s stupidly persistent and annoyingly bold.
—
and now you can’t help but wonder — what if satoru had flown to your city. what if your first taste of satoru’s dick didn’t have to be the replica he sent, but the real him… wondering just how warm your bodies would feel against each other. how, if it was too much, would he praise you through it? or would he accidentally bottom-out inside you?
a connection shared between you two in which a piece of silicone could never replicate.
so maybe that explains why you’re active at such an abnormal time — logged into your onlyfans during past hours, disregarding the posting schedule you had planned for unreleased content as you hit the ‘go live now’ button.
you rarely go live after midnight. and the one thing you didn’t expect was for your subscribers to be so active after midnight as the view count doubled, and tripled over the span of minutes.
though this wasn’t an ordinary live — no, this one was different. your setup was slightly ajar, as if you were in some sort of rush. you didn’t even use your camera display, instead you used some cheap tripod you found lying around your room and connected your phone to it.
the quality of your phone in dim lighting wasn’t the best, but at least your body’s still clear enough on the camera. you’re in nothing, but a thin-cottoned tank top and panties. your back against the mattress, thighs parted with your knees tucked towards your chest and the tripod is held between your thighs. exposing the damp spot of fabric practically molded onto the mounds of your lips.
it was honestly pathetic how wet you could get from just a few thoughts of delusion. inappropriately thinking of all the ways you’d take satoru at any time, and place. how knowingly he’d come running like a dog if you’d just say the word.
but you don’t have to say the words — not when satoru’s almost instantly pressing on the onlyfans notification with your username titled in bold.
“freakenuinelyy/n is now live!”
his screen being met with your body on full display during his lecture. he isn’t even in a moral environment to be watching something, so explicit as he makes his way to the nearest bathroom in the building.
and as unusual as it is for you to go live during the middle of the day in satoru’s timezone — he’s never missed a stream of you a day in his life.
satoru watches you through his screen. watching the way you tease yourself through those dangerously thin panties, as your fingers rub over your clothed clit. he loved hearing the soft moans escape from your lips whenever you’d touch yourself, it made the blood flow straight to his dick immediately.
you were like an addictive drug to him as he fumbled around to get himself free from out of his pants. mumbling under his breath once he began stroking himself to you, imagining just how perfectly you’d take him. how fucking beautiful you’d look underneath him while being stretch out by his dick.
he’d watch you tug your panties to the side, pupils blown as he focus on how soaked you were. like you’ve been edging yourself all day just to find relief at the end. satoru groaned at the sight of your hole clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stuffed as he squeezes his cock harder with a pleasurable wince.
your fingers graze over your clit, dipping down to where you’re soaked before gliding your index and middle finger through your slit with a moan as you bit down on your lip. that’s satoru’s favourite part because whenever your fingers dip down and disappear into that tiny hole, he can’t help but replace your fingers with the image of his cock sliding in.
he watches as he fists himself, biting back noises before realizing that your fingers never once dipped inside your pussy. instead you’re reaching for lube, and drizzling it messily over yourself as it drips down the inside of your thighs down the crevices of other areas.
a part of him is hoping that you reach for the gift he sent you, and not some other random subscriber’s gift. satoru wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft, practically strangling it as he pauses his movements in anticipation. feeling the circulation slowly cut off, making him more sensitive as he watches you pull a dildo into the frame.
his dildo. the dildo he shamelessly begged you to use even though you’ve repeatedly told him no. “well, fuck me…” satoru let out a breathlessly chuckle, and threw his head back against the wall behind him as his dick involuntarily twitched in his hand.
this reality felt a little different than how he’d imagined it. his jaw tightened as he watched you glide the silicone between your folds, watching the way your slick coated the length, and how’d he wished it were him.
the size difference drove him absolutely insane, he even started to understand why you thought it wouldn’t fit as his eyes drifted towards the comments.
@torusthroatgoat: no fucking way that things gonna fit
@iswalakum: i’ve never seen dildo look THAT realistic before
@oggoonetter: wait … why’s that dildo look so familiar ??
@dilftojiidk: if you can take that like a champ, let me gift you something even better
@463352cs: is that theblueeyedgoat’s dick ???
satoru closes the comment tab while groaning, before he’s getting numerous notifications from twitter of people tagging him under your page.
“@theblueeyedgoat, @freakenuinelyy/n is using a dildo that looks similar to your dick?!?!!”.
the parasocial subscribers are going crazy. but nothing’s crazier than the jealous pit lodged at the bottom of satoru’s stomach. the way he watches you dip the head of dildo near your entrance, and hears the way you whine at the first attempt to push it in? he’s losing it.
satoru didn’t expect to feel a sense of inferiority… no, he thought watching you struggle to take his dick would be the best thing life had to offer, but that was completely wrong. he’d made the the biggest mistake of his life. and now he’s stuck paying the price — watching you gain pleasure from something that he should’ve tasted for himself.
the camera is shaking as you’re pushing the tip of the dildo against your entrance, struggling to fit the silicone inside. it’s too big, and you can already feel the stretching burn every time you push it deeper.
you’re cursing under your breath, small whimpers falling from your lips as you go for another attempt. this time more assertive than last as you gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling the slow, aching burn stretch you open as the head finally disappears inside of you.
there’s a strained lump in your throat that makes you swallow down hard because there’s no way you’re taking satoru’s ‘dick’ right now, in-front of thousands of people. and within those thousands of people there’s a certain someone watching… locked in a campus bathroom stall with his pants dropped to his ankles and a hand desperately fisting at his cock.
he’s watching you fuck yourself with the dildo he made you — the dildo he replicated just for you and yet he’s gritting his teeth, and tightening his jaw out of pure jealousy.
the way you’re so visibly tight around the silicone. how your breathing staggers each time you push and pull another inch of the toy in and out of you. even how you’re able to accommodate the size of something that looked physically impossible to handle.
it should’ve been satoru inching his way into you — he should’ve been the one splitting you open on his cock. you were supposed to be the one clawing your nails into the flesh of his back, while he felt you struggle to take him as he cooed you through the pain of it all.
or… that’s what he thinks should’ve happened instead of gifting you that stupid, fucking dildo he’s basically been cucking himself with as he watched the way your hole devoured the silicone repeatedly through the screen. thinking about how warm, and tight your insides would be while milking his dick for all he’s worth before he’s shooting a heavy load into the palm of his hand with a desperate groan escaping his throat.
satoru watches as you’re still rearranging your insides on screen while he’s still pulsing out ropes of cum, before he’s opening the chat box again. this time tapping his fingers against his screen.
“theblueeyedgoat has tipped $2000.”
and there’s a message sent along with the donation.
“you’re taking me so good princess. think ya’ can handle the real thing too?”
lowkenuinely tagging the ppl who wanted a part two, hope you enjoy !! ᰔ : @therealkenzieeee , @m1lfl0verrr , @oidloid , @novxccaine , @meennish , @miacutiepatootie , @gojomio , @luvxpink , @eyekoniccs , @grandqueen1533 , @itsthegrabber , @lumiq-q ,
IT'S ME OR THE PS5, TELL ME WHICH OF US IS MORE OF YOUR TYPE?
pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4
synopsis: you and Megumi’s tiny argument tears your fandoms apart, and they’re 100% not on Megumi’s side
warnings/tags: ooc, fem!reader, chat calls you and Megumi mother and father, cussing
a/n: thank you my love @dreamydaredevil for the idea😼💞
i. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO’S STREAM
“Fushiguro, you have a stick up your ass or what?” Yuji teased. The last time Yuji was able to beat Megumi in a game like this was when you were in the game with them.
The only problem was this time, the two of you were streaming at the exact same time in different games.
“What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing…” Megumi huffed. He was a lot quieter than usual, which was obviously a sign for ‘there’s something wrong with me!’
“[Name] is mad at you, isn’t she?” Yuji dropped the question like an atomic bomb. Megumi swear he felt his entire body jolt when he said that.
@ megumiand[name]truther: WAIT WAIT I’M NOT READY FOR THE DIVORCE NOOOOO
@ itadorisnumberonefan: father what did you do
@ sunkissed_kugisaki: LMAO THE FACE DROP
He didn’t even try to deny it. “…How did you know?”
You weren’t one to go around ranting to people on why you were mad. In fact, you wouldn’t tell anybody. You wouldn’t even talk when you were mad, and that’s what made it so easy to tell.
“Dude, she’s my older sister. It’s a twin thing. You wouldn’t get it.” Yuji shrugged. The truth was, he was deathly afraid of you storming into his room mid-stream. You were more… aggressive towards him, very different with how you treated everyone else.
Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you know why she’s pissed off at me?”
“Oh, no. The twin telepathy doesn’t extend that far. Privacy reasons.”
Megumi let out a soft tsk, running a hand through his dark hair. By now, you’d usually walk in and help him tie his hair up. Too bad you were ignoring him.
“If she’d actually tell me what’s wrong then maybe I’d be able to fix it.” Megumi grimaced, hands starting to get all fidgety now.
“Have you done anything this past week?”
@ makimrx: I WONDER BRO
@ okkotsu-yut4: someone pull up the clips
@ everyoneluvskirara: your crimes will not be forgiven
"Uhh..."
He didn't do anything THAT bad, right?
INCIDENT #1:
“Megs, have you seen my Nintendo switch?” You popped into your boyfriend’s room. You were about to stream, but your device was missing from the switch dock, where it usually was.
He averted his gaze away from the monitor, still live. He pulled his headset down to his neck to hear you better. Chat was blowing up at the sight of you, but he was too occupied to care at the moment.
“I…” Megumi sweat dropped. If he told you the truth, his ass would get beat. If he didn’t, he’d be off the hook for a while, and when you’d eventually find out he’d also get his ass beat.
“Yuji said he left it in your room after he borrowed it for one of his streams.”
Goddammit.
“Alright then, thanks Gumi!” You shut his door, and Megumi let out the breath he was holding, coming out as a wheeze. Two minutes later, your voice could be heard again, except this time, your soft tone had perished, and was instead replaced with-
“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ANIMAL CROSSING ISLAND??”
Megumi winced. Shit. He wasn't going to tell anybody that he may or may not have accidentally deleted your save file.
INCIDENT #2:
“Just say you’re ass at the game, Megumi.”
“Oh my god, just shut the fuck up!” Megumi was getting more and more irritated by the second. The number of times he had rolled his eyes that night was exceedingly high.
He actually had been playing like shit that stream. He knew he shouldn’t have played that night, but he already hadn’t streamed once this past week.
Megumi was so fucking tired. He didn’t remember the last time he had slept for more than 5 hours.
“Megumi, you really need to-”
That was his last straw.
Without thinking, Megumi stood up from his chair. The force of him getting up sent the chair flying back. The moment his ass left that seat, he whipped around so quickly his neck almost snapped off.
Just in time to see the gaming chair slam against the wall with a loud crash and a bang. It left a dent in the wall, and even worse — the seat of his chair had somehow been bent forward, further than it was supposed to, and more than humanly possible.
He felt the colour drain from his face. Yeah, maybe he shouldn’t have worked out that much. You had bought him that chair for his birthday a few months ago, and he had broken it in a matter of seconds.
“Oh shit.”
@ cho_so: ur fucked
@ bonitoflakes: sir would you like to enlighten us on how the FUCK you broke your gaming chair
@ miwaa_22: itadori pro ragebaiter
He clasped a hand over his mouth when he heard your voice call out from the shower.
“Megs, what was that?”
“N-nothing!”
INCIDENT #3:
He was in the middle of one of his streams, when you left two soft knocks on his bedroom door.
“Megs?”
“Yeah?” He responded in the softest tone that his subscribers had ever heard. This was not the same man that was previously cursing at his monitor for glitching out on him.
“Did you clean your room like I asked you to?”
He blinked. No he did not.
“Yes.” He was getting so used to lying through his teeth, he even forgot that the entire interaction was being live-streamed. His room looked like someone had sent a tornado flying through it.
The mess wasn’t even his to begin with. Yuji came into his room, and before Megumi knew it, the room he had spent trying to preserve the cleanliness of had been destroyed.
“Are you lying to me right now?”
“N-no!” He felt the panic settle in when he heard you place your hand on the doorknob.
“I’m in my pyjamas, [Name]. Don’t come in.”
“Is… that supposed to stop me?”
“Yes.”
You eventually let it go, and he let out the biggest sigh of relief known to man. He averted his attention back to his computer screen, where chat was absolutely spamming him.
@ jsapanda: SHE’S IN CHAT RN BRO
@ gojo_struu: she’s gonna kill you
@ chwrrypie[name]: Megumi Fushiguro.
@ chwrrypie[name]: open the door.
@ sunkissedkugisaki: NOT THE FULL GOVERNMENT NAMEEE
ii. [NAME] [L/N]’s STREAM
“Whoever gave me those cupcakes, I hope you lose all your diamonds.” You shook your head in mock disappointment, completely ignoring the fact that you were on Roblox of all things at your grown age.
@ [name]slefteyebrow: mother why are you mad at father
You scoffed. “He still doesn’t know what he did? Well goddamn, even I can’t help him if he still can’t figure it out on his own.”
“Megumi!” You hollered from the kitchen. He was seated in the living room in front of your TV, playing resident evil requiem on stream again.
“Five more minutes!”
That was the fourteenth ‘five more minutes’ he had given you. If you didn’t also play on it, you would’ve run that thing over with your car ages ago.
“I swear to god, you love that ps5 more than you love me…” You mumbled. You were convinced he wouldn’t hear you, but you were in fact wrong.
Megumi always listened to every word you said.
“What?”
“So now you can hear me.” You snapped.
“We literally have the same job, [N/N]. Why are you getting pissed over this?” He sighed, eyes still glued to the TV screen. He wasn’t even going to give you five seconds?
“Maybe the ps5 can be your girlfriend since you spend so much time on that damn thing.” You slammed the fridge shut with more force than necessary, the condiment bottles rattling.
“[N/N]…” He had to shut the stream off, but chat was already losing their minds over the exchange you just had caught on camera.
You hummed when the sudden ding! from your computer.
Fushiguro.exe just donated $50!: :(
“Money’s not gonna fix things, gumi. You’re gonna have to try harder than that…”
He had always done that to get your attention. You always returned the money back to him back on his streams, and he’d do the same, and it would just turn into this giant cycle of donating money back and forth.
It was annoying, and chat would never stop complaining about how one of you should’ve just taken the money and went about your day.
A knock followed. You got up from your chair and opened your door, only to find a bouquet of flowers sitting on the ground. Only one person who walked on this earth could remember your favourite flowers.
With an arched brow, you scooped it into your arms, reading the tiny note attached to it at the bottom.
“I’m sorry :(”
You could help but expose the smile on your face. He truly was a softie at heart, especially when you were mad at him.
Could you really say you were mad though?
The longest you stayed mad at him was probably less than a day. How could you ever say no to that face? An unmistakable smile grazed your face, which was almost immediately clipped and is now put into those ‘cutest streamer moments’ compilation videos.
Fushiguro.exe just donated $60!: :)
@ everyoneluvskirara: AWWWW
@ bonitoflakes: okay guys pack it up this is all being streamed live btw
@ okkotsu-yut4: this is disgusting
@ sunkissedkugisaki: I hate all of you
“Fine. I forgive you… but if I see you on that ps5 for any longer than five hours I will throw it out your window.”
a/n: this is for @fushihearts btw cuz I promised no Megumi angst for two weeks (aside from my 800 followers special)😊😊💗💗 she lowk bullied me tho so I might post angst 😕 everyone don’t listen to vi, mira and dani they’re all lying
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when your friends start to notice an oddly specific pattern with the way gojo treats you and them, and they slowly start to realize they’re sensei might just have a favourite..
warnings/tags: everyone is extremely ooc, fem!reader, megumi x reader, the relationship between gojo and reader is STRICTLY PLATONIC!! there are no adult x child ships on this blog, these kids lowkey bully gojo
