୭ ˚ pairing ── situationship! g. satoru x f! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── What are the boundaries, when you have something unlabelled? It's fine, if you don't know, because neither does gojo! He can't go that far without talking about his feelings, which he is, surprisingly, incapable of.
୭ ˚ tags ── recreational use of alcohol, modern au, fraternity, frat parties, frat!jo, slight sukuna x reader, drunken kissing, lowk toxic gojo, slight angst, forced proximity, jealousy
୭ ˚ wc ── 1.4k
Connections are all you ever need in life.
Because of knowing the right people, everyone was aware of your name in college. Multiple dm requests you didn’t even care to open, lots of attention both in person and online and always being in the invitation list of the infamous frat parties.
Popularity was easy to build; attend these functions, talk, occasionally make out and you were secured.
Satoru Gojo got to know you through a friend of a friend and it was a well known fact around campus that you two were talking. That was the expression everyone else was allowed to know about whatever you two had going on, which was far from the actual truth.
You didn’t give a fuck about labels, because what truly mattered happened anyway. At every event with both of you present, you left the group behind sooner or later just to be in each other’s company.
That’s why, the moment you saw Satoru Gojo sitting on a couch with a girl on his lap, you felt the sudden urge to throw up. With mild offense sitting on your face, you’ve observed the giggling pair, frozen in the crowd of jumping people and excessively loud music.
The only light being the flashing neons didn’t allow you to see much of what was happening there, but his hands on her waist and the way the girl leaned extremely close to him was enough for you.
The red cup in your hand full of some cheap beer landed on the floor as you went to the kitchen to get something stronger, dizzy in the head.
The unspoken loyalty with him was always fickle, as every other thing based on something as fallible as blind trust, but your heart still ached like hell, longing for the comfort of his arms. Fucking jerk.
Arms deep in the fridge and lost in your raging thoughts, you felt a hand at your shoulder. You froze for a second, bottles in hand as a small wave of hope washed through you, relieved that it might be him. He came back after all.
But the hand on your skin was callused, something completely contrary to Satoru’s smooth skin.
“Hey ma’, what ya up to?”
The deep, laid back voice unmistakably belonged to Sukuna, another well-known member of the fraternity.
“Getting fuel,”
You took a deep breath before you leaned out of the fresh coldness of the fridge, forcing your expression back to neutral as you raised one of the bottles in your hand, a silent question.
“Nah, I’m good,” he shook his head in amusement, hungry eyes running over your frame non-stop, not giving a shit about alcohol or anything else here. You shifted in discomfort, looking anywhere else but to him as your heart picked up a faster tempo. It’s not that you had a problem with him; he was alright, you two stopped in the corridors to greet each other. You just had enough of men for the night, thank you.
He stepped closer and you took one back automatically until your back hit the fridge and he was still intent to close the distance between you.
“I last saw you playing beer pong.” You exclaimed, trying to break the awkward silence stretching between you upon the unrequited interest that didn’t seem to bother him anyway.
“About that? I won,” he shrugged it off immediately, the unwavering pride in his tone surfacing, as he stopped a few steps before you, winking with a smirk.
“The winning streak is cut short now, Ryo’.” Another voice joined the conversation, dancing closer to the fridge you were standing at. Upon hearing it, the heavy stone of disappointment and letdown dropped from your heart, allowing it to beat again as you locked eyes over Sukuna’s shoulder with none other than Satoru.
Sukuna’s attention was diverted, lazily tilting his head as an all-knowing smirk stretched across his features. “Yo, man. Mind sharing?”
“I do, actually,” he let out a low chuckle, leaning against the kitchen counter beside you, still not close enough for you to be able to read his expression, as the two men kept staring at each other. Both having a friendly and smiling expression and you’d actually believe it if you didn’t feel the fucking thick tension between them.
You were definitely too sober for this.
Seconds felt hours to you as not a single eye landed on you even though you were the fucking topic. You considered slipping away and finishing your original mission; downing the transparent liquid in the bottle. This was starting to become worse than what you felt when you saw Satoru being with someone else.
Sukuna was the one to break the silence, taking a long step back and raising his hand in surrender, like he was caught committing something illegal.
Talking ain’t considered one, if you ask me.
“Alright man, whatever. All yours.”
Before he stepped out of the kitchen, he winked at you one last time, the light dancing mischievously on his white, sharp teeth and he was gone. The silence between you was only broken by the monotonous humming of the fridge, mocking you.
Satoru was still not looking at you. You tilted your head back against the cold appliance, bringing the desired bottle to your lips and gulping the metallic alcohol down. It was disgusting, burning its way down your throat and heating up your body in an instant, as well as making you dizzier.
It was better than standing next to each other in complete fucking silence, when you both knew something was definitely not right.
After the sixth sip you took, Satoru’s hand locked around your wrist, raising the bottle away from your lips. His blue eyes were on you, bright and unreadable as ever. He didn’t drink, got blessed with a way too weak system to tolerate alcohol, but the messiness in his eyes screamed he took something. Absolutely no idea what he was on, but you didn’t even care.
“What? Let me go, Gojo.”
He sucked the air in between his teeth, offering a sheepish smile. “Gojo? Come on, you can’t be that mad,”
“Fuck off.” You tried to snap your hand away from his grasp, but despite it not being firm, he didn’t let go. You scoffed, shaking your head with an eye roll as you raised your hand with his in the air, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“It’s not what it looked like,” he said slowly, tone serious as he stared deep into your eyes, as if trying to prove his right. He carefully took the bottle from your hand and placed it down on the counter beside you. Unlike his energetic and sudden movements and gestures, he was calm and cautious. “I swear, it was nothing.”
“Why are you trying to convince me? It’s not like it matters,” you let out a dry laugh, letting your hand go and hang in his hold as you leaned back at your old spot, amused eyes observing his.
“What?” Satoru furrowed his brows, stepping closer until your body was completely pressed against the fridge, with him still grasping your hand. You were forced to breathe in his signature perfume that went straight into your head, as you felt your body slowly betray you from the sensation of his closeness.
“Who was she?” You pressed, gaze running over his features as if trying to figure out what exactly went down there.
“No one, you should worry about.” He shook his head, kissing your hair gently, the touch of a feather. You closed your eyes in defeat, when you acknowledged he will keep avoiding your question.
“No, no— stop,” you tried to pull your head away, the only drops of your self respect fighting with all their might against his charismatic personality.
“I know, angel.” He whispered, brushing his nose to yours. His minty breath, the burning hot presence of his body and the softness of his hair in contact with your forehead was overwhelming.
“You’re the worst,” you breathed out, wanting to pour all your frustration and anger into your words. They came out ragged instead, desperate, as your eyes shifted down his parted lips, bite marks visible. From who, you didn’t dare to know.
“And you’re the best,” he chuckled, that sweet tone making you clench your thighs together as he attacked your lips raw, like something to devour. You, despite all your previous emotions, kissed him back, tongue crashing together with his as you let out a soft breath of pleasure.
His hand, finally releasing you, wandered down your body, sliding under your shirt to run along the soft flesh skin there, making you shiver. Even without his attempt to make you stay, you won’t be going anywhere. Especially not with his hands confidently nearing the hem of your skirt, confident about what he is about to do.
Summary: “My freakness is on the loose— and runnin’ all over you. Please take me to places that nobody, nobody knows.” Or, in which Naoya gets his first lap dance.
Warnings: Lord please give me strength😭, SMUT SMUTTTT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUTT, teasing, flirting, innuendos, hair pulling, begging, Naoya, who’s a disgustingly desperate fucking loser btw, misogyny just in case, ur ass is still big and fat like the sun because I know you best🤨, cursing, overstimulation, handj☻bs, kissing, dirty talk, reaaaaallly nasty kissing, this is one of MY fics we’re talking abt cmon, she roughs him up a little but he’s right where he needs to be, dry h_mping, thigh riding, t✪ngue sucking, men crying, dacryphilia, lap dances, he really needs that cookie please, petnames “Nao chan” “babydoll” “hon” “good boy”, degradation, praise, the term for being drunk over pussy you haven’t even had yet, he’ll d!e soon if he doesn’t get it, biting, one spank, dom sub dynamics, intentionally emasculating name calling, he likes it though, little freak, oh you spit in his mouth🤭everything may not be sane but it is CONSENSUAL. On a serious note, y’all know I do not play that. Either it’s wanted sex or no sex at all. I’m tired of him being a rap!st in almost every fic 😐.
Naoya is already finding it harder to breathe as you purr the question out in his ear.
The question is rhetorical as you knew he’d be back after the show you put on for him last time and here he was. As soon as it was time for you to do your set with the others, walking out onto the stage, he was impossible to miss. Staring hungrily up at the poles with those needy amber eyes and long lashes until you took to your own pole. This time you kept your attention divided equally (thanks to your boss Shiu chewing you out for last time) until it was time to switch out and the new set of girls were on the stage while yours went to the floor to offer lap or private dances.
“Hows about a dance, babydoll?” You teased, voice sultry and airy as you rest your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them from your standing behind him before you strut to stand in front of his seat.
Naoya has no idea where to look.
If he busted one the last time at the mere sight of you, what you’re scantily clad in now will only worsen his track record. Your pretty toes peek out of not just your impossibly high heels but your fishnets as well. The netted fabric goes all the way up your plush thighs under your ass, the cuff of the band digging into the fat the tiniest bit— giving your curves the illusion of spilling over. Another tiny thong just barely covers your snatch but the material hugs tight, giving what’s at the apex of your full thighs something like a heart shape.
Lidded amber eyes trail up the smoothness of your waist to your chest and the only thing covering them is skintight band, your nipples poking through. Even after dancing and swinging yourself around, your hair and makeup is still beautiful.
Palms sweaty, he loses his train of thought. He wants to impress you. You should be impressed by him. Surely you know who he is— maybe you just don’t care? Staring all over you, he tries to remember how to appeal to you; the first woman ever to drop his jaw. Reaching into his pants, he pulls out a thick wad of blue bills, motioning you down as he tucks it in your little top— resisting the urge to touch you further by biting the hell out of the inside of his cheek.
‘Nicely’— you’d said. You want him to come to you nicely. Briefly, he fights with himself on why he should even be trying to please you but the reason is clear as day the second you two lock eyes. Clearing his throat, arousal thrums through his veins, rasping his voice when he answers you.
“Would never turn down a dance from you.”
The smile you give him has him chubbing up in his briefs.
Sliding off his lap, you take his hand to lead him to the room reserved for private dances. Nodding at the security, they close the door behind you and step away as you turn the color latch from white; meaning unoccupied to purple meaning occupied with extra service.
Pushing him with a single finger on his chest towards the plush chair in the center of the dimly lit room, hypnotized Naoya lets you.
The shape of your ass is entrancing as you turn your back to him. Bending down, you drag your hands down your legs sensually until you’re touching the tips of your painted toes before slowly turning to face him— hips swaying in time to the music.
“Here you can touch— but only when I say so.”
He’d be allowed to touch you? The thought wreaks havoc on his nervous system as he nods obediently paying no mind to how ordinarily his prestige alone would be enough for him to have the right to touch you. Only this time it doesn’t but he wants you— anyway he can have you— and the only way to get you is by following your lead. Nicely. The way you like it.
You hate that he’s so attractive because having him watch you like this makes you ridiculously wet. Biting your lip, you slide to the floor, crawling between his spread thighs to blow teasingly at the tented outline of his cock. Naoya groans low and rough in his chest, shaking with the strength he uses to keep himself from touching you even as you turn your back, lift yourself onto his lap— fat ass snug against his bulge as you bend lower and shake it reeaaall pretty.
It’s like you’re fucking him and he’s embarrassingly hard now; cheeks flushed with his thick tip leaking precum as it throbs with every heavy jiggle of your soft cheeks.
Seating yourself in his lap fully, you lean back against him, feeling his hard chest through his shirt as you move. Naoya can’t resist, breathing deeply as he takes in long lungfuls of your sweet smell.
Your heady wetness sharpens your scent, mixing with your hair spray making his own hair stand up on end. He felt so good— throbbing between your soaked little panties against your pussy lips. With a breathy moan, you take his hands in yours, moving them to your hips as you guide him to move with you.
He’s a fast learner, hips rolling into yours in a slow grind. The plush fat of your hips spills through the gaps of his fingers and he moans roughly in your ear sending shivers down your spine as your clit throbs.
“L-let”, he takes a deep breath to gather himself as you turn to face him, breasts in his face turning his voice ragged with want. “Let me touch you. Please..”
Instead of answering, you slowly dismount yourself from his lap, Naoya holding your folded body steady with large hands on your back. When you rise to face him, he’s already shakily fishing out more bills, tucking them into the band of your thigh highs as you let out a contemplative hum. His whole body is livewire as the urge to have you until you’re in his bloodline is all-consuming.
You shoot him a pitying smile while you drink him in. He’s so hard you know it probably hurts— engorged cock begging for relief and you smirk, purring in satisfaction. Poor thing.
“Why should I let you touch me, Nao-chan?” The way you croon the intentionally feminine sounding nickname irks him but not enough to make him lash out. He whines, the needy sound shooting straight to your pussy. “Been good…n-nice.” He sounds nothing like himself but it seems to please you as you smile at him.
“You have”, and fuck him his heart stops when you lower your delicious self back in his lap. Bringing your nails to rake down his scalp just right and he can’t hold it. Moaning high and wrecked, almost like a fucking girl, hips jerking up violently as pleasure settles low in his spine— making his blood vibrate.
You want to let him but you also don’t want to give in that easily. You’re sure he was heavily rewarded all his life just for existing and based off the way he first spoke to you, begging could do him some good.
“But don’t you think you can do better than that, Nao-chan?” Naoya pulls a face, arrogantly showing his ass when he says,
“If you want me to beg—“,
“You will if you want to get me off.” Cutting him off, your sultry voice pins him to the spot as his arousal spikes so hard at the mental image of making you cum it stands to give him a headache.
“Besides, this should be easy considering you already have— begged me, I mean.”
Swallowing, Naoya has to choose between his pride or you.
It’s shamefully easy.
“Please, p-please let me touch you”, he sounds to ruined because he is. He needs it, needs to prove he’s worth letting him touch.
“I- I’ll make it so good for you—“,
Oh shit. Your eyes widen as your combined arousal raises the temperature of the room. Tension so thick it almost makes him gag with the anticipation of what’s to come. Each sway of your hips, every bounce of your tits, even the click of your heels chips away at him to the point where he’d kneel if that’s what it takes.
Luckily for Naoya, he’s pretty enough that desperation is a good color on him. The throbbing of your cunt is incessant, maddening.
Pushing him back again, you straddle his lap as you wrap your arms around his neck. It’s as cute as it is pathetic— the way he looks at you like you have glitter for skin, some celestial being with all the answers and remedies. Though in a way you do. Whatever he does or goes through during the day, he doesn’t have to deal with here.
Hell, when the others in the clan had asked where he was off to he blew them off. It wasn’t their business and he wasn’t in the mood to hear about how undignified it is for someone like him to spend his very valuable time in a place like this with some harlot like you. Only, in his minds eye you were already more than just another whore. He wonders what he looks like to you— if you see more than a man in too formal traditional clothing with an arrogant attitude.
More than anything though, Naoya wants you.
Little does he know, you’re just as intrigued with him too. Will you make it easy for him? The thought almost makes you laugh as you grip his hair, pulling his head back to expose his Adam’s apple, leaning in close and he melts.
Oh.
You’re too pretty, so enticing— his plump, skytall fantasy in glittering heels. Naoya licks his lips just so his tongue can taste the air you breathe and huffing like some addict as he desperately smells your breath. He needs you, needs to fucking cum, cock soaking wet from all the pre dribbling down his swollen length.
—and you’re sitting right on top of it.
Swiveling your hips in teasing half circles. Pleasure lights through his gut like a bolt of lightning and he chokes on it.
“You’re so hard, Nao baby.” Teasing him with a breathy giggle, you don’t reprimand him for his hands loosely gripping your waist. The poor kid looks gone enough.
“Must really wanna cum, huh?” He nods so hard that you’re sure the force jostles his brain. Honey practically drips from his eyes as he stares at you, silently begging. You ghost your lips over his, heart pounding while you drag them over to his jawline then to his flushed ear.
Biting the piercing at his helix, you give it a little tug. Chest damn near collapsing, Naoya convulses, barbed euphoria slamming into him so thickly he’s dumb off it. You feel his cock twitch hard against your barely covered pussy, wetting his pants with your own arousal at his cry of pleasure. He sounds like a bitch, he knows— but he can’t shut up. Every brush seems to bring his over sensitized self closer to the edge.
“Well, you can either cum or touch me. Not both so which will it be?” You whisper hotly in his ear.
Before, he would’ve demanded both but now with him so amped up, he’ll gladly take what you give him, blurting out the first thing that comes to him.
“Wanna touch you-!”
Immediately you slam your mouth against his open one. You were hoping that would be his pick. The groan Naoya lets out is so deep that the rumble reverberates through your own chest. His hands twitch unsure on your hips and you grab them, pushing them firmly into the softness just under your breasts, popping of his gasping mouth for just a second to whisper,
“Touch me, pretty boy.”
The watery whimper gets swallowed right up as you go back to his mouth— tongue sliding hotly with his own and Naoya has never been this turned on in his life. He has experience with women but only the submissive ones born to serve him. You, are anything but. Lightheaded with pleasure; his big, hot hands grab and massage everything he can reach.
Jiggling the plush of your tits, heat warms through you as he pinches your nipples through the gaps in his fingers. But it’s not enough, his blood is so hot it threatens to burn him alive— dragging his hands down to your shapely ass, slapping and squeezing the soft skin. Slipping his fingers between the crux of your thighs, you moan as your slick coats his digits messily from how soaked you are and it wipes his head completely blank. Gripping harder on your ass, the way his fingers sink into the fat has him panting, slurping away at your tongue feverishly as he ruts against you.
You’re so wet he can taste it in the fucking air.
Drunkenly, Naoya kisses his wet lips down to the base of your throat. The sound of your rapid breathing falls like music on his ears. Opening his mouth, he draws his tongue ravenously along your windpipe, teeth brushing against the sensitive skin lightly. He’s sidetracked for a moment— pressing his mouth against your fluttering pulse, enjoying the throb of your jugular against his lips as you writhe against him with the intoxicating smell of your wetness.
It’s not enough.
In a daze, Naoya slots his mouth against yours again, kissing you so fiercely that it smears your lipstick. He doesn’t care, panting as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth hungrily before releasing it with a wet ‘pop’.
Breathing heavily you both take a minute to just look at the other. Pupils blown, his fancy clothes all wrinkled, lipstick smeared across both your mouths like a heavy confession. He’s even begun to sweat. Instead of surging back to you, he waits. Until you tell him.
Fuck it.
You haven’t been this wet in a minute, switching from straddling him to sitting on his right thigh, you guide his head back to yours in another sloppy kiss, grinding your cunt down at the weak cry from his throat.
It’s so good. It’s too good.
Dragging your nails down his abdomen, Naoya nearly stops breathing when he realizes where your hand is going. Heat and lust swims through his head, making it impossible to think clearly past the haze as your pretty fingers tug at the bow on the front of his pants. Letting the tie fall away as you skirt your nails down his happy trail, opening his pants as you pull his dick out.
Smacking your lips together— you’re kissing even harder as you wrap your fingers around his length. Or attempt to. He’s not the bulkiest man you’ve ever seen but you could tell from his height and the tent he was pitching that he had some size but for him to be packing this much is a very pleasant surprise.
Maybe just to torture him, you drag it out.
Slowly, your touch gets closer and closer to where he’s throbbing for you. Naoya trembles in anticipation but he doesn’t dare rush you. Not when he’s so close. You’re all over him, he thinks deliriously. You’re going to get him off and it’ll feel so, so good. Licking a strip up the roof of his mouth, Naoya arches hard as a punched out gasp rips him off your mouth. Leaning into his panting mouth, you spit.
Long lashes flutter before amber eyes roll to the back of his skull. He still swallows though. Just as another thick spurt of precum shoots from his cock, you finally wrap your hand around his dick, and the sudden spike of heat ends in a torn-out sob.
The first stroke in makes him feel like he’s dying. The glide is made smooth because of all the pre. He’s crying already as your grip tightens and he can’t make himself stop. Even if he looks like a fucking dummy, whimpering and clinging to you like he’s bitched out, it hardly matters.
“Listen to you…sounds like you’re the slut, pretty…” You whisper.
Sliding your cunt back and forth on his thigh, the fabric clings then catches on your twitchy clit and the friction is delicious. Moaning with him, you rub your fingers just under his tip and Naoya howls. You dig a finger just hard enough into his slit for him to really feel it, and his whole spine lights up with the edged bliss that follows.
Part of him is scared. He’s never felt this before, never been at anyone’s mercy but he’ll die for real if you stop. Ruined moans fall freely as he begs and babbles for you. Cooing at him, your free hand goes back to the base of his skull, where you curl your fingers in his hair. The light scrape of your nails makes his hips stutter.
“Y’such a good boy for me, hon.”
Oh god.
Your hand does something around his cock that leaves his thighs quaking and his jaw slack as he wails. You grind yourself down in messy little circles, fucking your clit against his thigh so filthy it makes your mouth water but you know how to make it even better.
Bringing his head to your chest, you swiftly pull your top down and he’s quick; suckling your nipple into his mouth he hums. A sharp moan shoots from your throat at the way his tongue lashes away at the nub, sucking in greedy pulses while you pump his fat cock stupid.
In the end, he’s just a man and he can’t hold back forever. You prove to be just too much.
Fucking into the slick heat of your grip, he’s whimpering every time his leaky tip pops in and out of your wet fist.
You’re both so close.
When you dig your nail viciously good into his slit, he bites your tit and that’s the last of what you can take.
His whole body spasms as what’s left of him melts from his ears to pulse hotly out of his cock. There’s so much of it that it’s obscene. Humping his leg through every thrum of your own orgasm, you don’t let up for a second as you milk him empty. His eyes are white— muffled, fucked out and delirious wails escape here and there as he sucks and sucks at your tit like if he does it hard enough, he’ll get milk.
When the oversensitivity starts to kick in, he’s left sobbing, but he still can’t make himself stop fucking your come-covered hand with violent, erratic thrusts. The tears keep spilling over his reddened cheeks, even though Naoya tries to convince himself that it’s just the overstimulation dragging them out.
Heh. Crying at the hands of a woman. He doesn’t care anymore.
By the time it’s all over your legs shake and he’s exhausted. He looks perfect like this though, prettily blushing from his high and so pathetically worked over that you can’t help but give him another little kiss— smacking your full ones against his as he kisses you back almost lovingly. Mouth moving slow and gentle against yours, tongue coaxing before you’re putting him back in his ruined pants, pulling away then standing.
Cool air replaces the heat where you were sat snug against him and it grabs his attention as he flits his eyes down to see two sizeable wet spots. One at the crotch of his pants and the second on his right thigh.
Oh. You got off on him.
You gather your stuff, halfheartedly fixing what you can about your appearance as he mindlessly pays you again.
Naoya’s soul is still settling back in his body when he calls out for you.
“Your name”, your eyes widen, “please tell me your name.”
He’s soft after submitting. It makes you feel more tender than you should towards him. Still, he did make it good for you and so you tell him.
“—and consider yourself lucky. I never kiss customers.”
Then you’re gone, slipped out the door.
Naoya goes home like that.
Pants undone and wet with the color of a woman painted across his swollen mouth and he ignores the stares and questions on the way to his room.
He gets no sleep— laying wide awake, sloppily jerking his fat cock the entire night to you and the fact that he’s the only one who’s payed to see you and gotten a kiss from you. Digging his thumb into his slit, Naoya tries to copy the way you did it but it just doesn’t compare. It’s not mean enough, not teasing enough but he still feels the ghost of your mouth devouring his and that’s all it takes to have his back arching wantonly as he bites his shirt to muffle his whored out whines— fucking up into his fist as he cums buckets.
It’s not enough. A fever going by your name overtakes him as he keeps going and going and going and going….
୭ ˚ pairing ── soccer bf! g. satoru x cheerleader gf! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── the cheerleaders and the soccer team has one day, when they have practice at the same place and at the same time. you and satoru make use of the little water break.
୭ ˚ tags ── smut, female reader, plot what plot, college/high school au, sport au, established relationship, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, edging, teasing, multiple orgasm, semi-public sex, locker room sex
୭ ˚ wc ── 2.1k
“Alright girls, great job! Let’s have a quick water break.”
All the pom-poms were thrown at the ground within seconds, everyone rushing to their bottles and trying to find a free seat on a singular bench for the whole team. Stupid, right? The only one remaining on the field was you, looking at your coach with pleading eyes and the widest smile you could force on your face after practice.
“Ma’am, I really have to use the restroom.”
She gave you a deadpan, hands on the hips as she eyed you up skeptically. “You and the bathroom break again. Do you perhaps have kidney problems?”
“None that I know of,” you grinned back at her and she dismissed you with a disbelieving scoff.
You did, in fact, not have to pee.
“Hey,” you smiled at your boyfriend, Satoru, once you entered the locker room. He was leaning close to a mirror over the sinks, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked up at you. The affectionate glint in his bright blue eyes immediately returned upon seeing you, straightening up.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it, pretty,” he smiled down at you, shamelessly running his eyes over your quite revealing uniform. “Thought I might have to drag you outta there myself.”
“Don’t worry, no way I would miss this,” you smiled playfully, biting down on your lips in the way you knew it drove him crazy as you slowly closed the distance between you. He was wearing his signature blue jersey, the huge, white number “1” painted on the front drawing all eyes on him, the star player of the soccer team.
Well, let’s be real; no one gave a fuck about what number he wore. It was his toned chest and large biceps that captured everyone’s attention, the way his build made the shirt look small on him.
“Up here, sweetheart.” Satoru whispered, placing a firm hand under your jaw to tilt your head upwards, making you meet his face closely. His blown out pupils under his white lashes made you wet your lips, finding it unable to break eye contact.
“You know, I might be the lead dancer at your game,” you scooted closer proudly, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Yeah?” He breathed against your skin, hands finding their way to your waist, holding you in place, while drawing small circles on the skin there.
“Yeah,” you smiled warmly at him, stroking his hair lightly. As you tugged on a few strands of his white hair, he inhaled sharply through his teeth, eyes now moving down to your lips.
“I’ll have trouble playing, if you’re going to move your ass in that skirt of yours,” he clicked his tongue, one hand sliding down from your waist to grab onto the flesh skin of your ass that your outfit failed to cover. You lightly smacked his head, rolling your eyes, unamused.
“Shut up.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, his lips crashed against yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. You let out a small huff in surprise, but you quickly caught up to his tempo, lips messily moving together.
Satoru pulled you impossibly close, making you dizzy from how deep he kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel every firm muscles of his pressing against your body, as well as the growing bulge in his pants pressed into your stomach, making you heat up in arousal.
You smirked into the kiss, biting down on his lower lip, earning a whine from him.
In no time, your glittery outfit was thrown on the floor, followed by his own clothes.
Satoru Gojo is an impatient man, always was and always will be, but he always put your desire above his. That’s why the room was filled with your muffled moans with Satoru’s head deeply buried between your legs, sucking on your clit and placing wet stripes along your pussy to collect every one of your dripping pleasure.
“C’mon, baby, wanna hear you scream for me,” his voice was blunt as he continued to work to please you, two long fingers lining up at your entrance and pushing inside you without any resistance.
You felt out of your mind, with your thighs threatening to crush his head and lips bitten in to stop the sounds of satisfaction escaping your mouth. Not only one, but two fucking teams were out on the field with coaches, training their asses off and you couldn’t afford getting caught.
Your body was hypersensitive from the nearing orgasm as you pressed your eyes together, lost in the way his tongue and fingers worked in impeccable harmony.
“Fuck, ‘toru!” You sighed, breaths getting more desperate as you neared your climax. “Can’t— can’t let ‘em hear.”
“Oh?” He panted, raising his head to look at you with disbelieving eyes. The cozy warmth his head provided was gone and you felt the sudden coldness of the fresh air. You pressed your hips forward to urge him to go back, inaudible begs leaving your lips. But Satoru didn’t obey, both hands moving up to steady you down by your waist.
He leaned forward, forehead meeting with yours. “Are you ashamed, beautiful?”
“I don’t know,” you cried out, wiggling in his hold. Your brain still wasn’t able to form a proper thought and all you felt was the unpleasant sensation of him leaving you there, unfinished.
“Hey, talk to me, pretty. You don’t want ‘em to know about this?”
Without a second thought, you hummed quietly in response, pressing your body close to his.
“Doesn’t matter,” you whispered.
“I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he leaned down, brushing your sweaty face gently, like you were a precious artifact.
“Ughh, it’s fine, ‘ts fine.” You pouted, forehead crinkling upon dissatisfaction. “Finish, Satoruu.”
“Okay, baby, I got you.” He whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck, while lifting you up in his hands effortlessly. Automatically locking your legs around his waist, you shifted until you aligned your pussy with his cock, them only being separated by your soaked underwears.
Shamelessly, you began to move your hips against him, clothed cunt dragging along his length, as soft pants left your lips. He hissed into your skin, beginning to plant messy kisses around as he grabbed your ass harder each time you grinded against him, body aching with arousal.
“Fuck, you sure are impatient.” He breathed out, sucking the sensitive spot under your jaw to earn a low moan from you, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
You were too deep in your ecstasy to form words and with a few harder strokes of your hips, you came with a cry. Your mouth was pressed together, barely holding in your satisfied sounds, as your juices ran down your thigh.
“There you’re, baby. S’good for me.”
Gojo switched to biting on the delicate skin around your neck and collarbone, which you were certain was going to leave a nasty mark. You couldn’t care less though, letting him move your hips down firmly to ride you through your waves of desire and to please himself as well. His hands became looser around your form and a loud cry left his lips as he came.
You were panting from exhaustion, burying your face in the crook of his neck. But even after his orgasm, he was unsatisfied.
He placed you down on the even surface between the sinks, stroking your back as he planted a few kisses in your hair.
“Baby, fuck— I really want to hear’ya. Will my cock be enough? To lemme hear those beautiful noises?” He leaned close to your ear, whispering in low tone as you whined, brain still fogged with pleasure. To be honest, it took a lot from you to even comprehend his question.
“Answer me, pretty.”
“Yes,” you breathed weakly, closing your eyes. Your rational thoughts have completely abandoned you, when you first stepped inside the locker room and that was a perfect excuse. It was about your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo.
No more words were needed. Your panties disappeared within seconds and he kicked his underwear down impatiently. Satoru placed a hand to your cheek, caressing it softly, while inviting your lips into a much slower, but just as intimate kiss. His completely naked body embraced yours, hugging and grasping into each other’s skin.
Leaning back against the cold wall, you dragged your nails along the fine line of his jaw, stopping just behind his ear, pressing down firmly. You knew all the spots on his body that could make him whine and shake around you and that’s exactly what happened.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighed, running his hands down on you and placing multiple kisses along face. You chuckled fondly, caressing his hair and shoulders, the latter already decorated with a few scratches from not so long ago. His sole finger ran down on your stomach, making the hair on your skin stand up as you obediently parted your legs, ready to take him in.
He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, slick in arousal, wetting his lips in lust as he took his cock into his hand, stroking it firmly a few times. He navigated is cock around your entrance to collect all your juices, mixing with the precum on his tip. You moaned quietly, tilting your head back.
“Still can’t hear ya, baby.” He murmured, running his fingers down on your inner thigh, drawing desperate whines from your mouth, your stomach burning in arousal. “Do you want me to fill you? Say it, beautiful, do you?”
“Yea,” you breathed, hips already inching forward to finally feel him pulsing inside your soft walls, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. You squirmed, aligning his tip to your clit and pressing yourself closer. “I promise, I— I won’t hold back.”
Satoru’s hands grabbed the tender skin just at the end of your thigh, making you squirm under his firm grip. “Really, baby?”
“Please, ‘toru!” You cried out and he placed your legs around his hips, bringing you closer by grasping hardly at your waist. As his tip slid inside you, your eyes rolled back and lips parted, whining messily. Your arms tightened around his neck, something to anchor you to reality.
“Now that’s what I want to hear.” He smirked, slamming inside you with absolutely no warning, making you let out a desperate moan deep from your throat. His cock was huge and you felt your walls stretching to their limits take him all in.
“You feel so good,” you breathed, legs trembling around his waist as he slowly began to slide in and out. Your head was spinning from the previous orgasms and the new sense of desire, gasping into his hair as he started to speed up, grabbing your ass and moving your body to meet his own, firm thrusts.
“God,” he whined, ragged breaths matching his pace as the atmosphere was filled with the sound of skin clapping. His cock finally hit the perfect spot, curving up just the right way and you couldn’t help but scream out, nails digging into his back.
“That’s my girl, you’re doing so great.” He placed kisses along your throat as he continued to keep hitting the place, earning an euphoric cry from you.
You could feel the bigger veins popping out of his dick inside you because of the way your walls were squeezing him so tightly. Your abdomen was thick with arousal and the way he moved your ass in sync with his pace made you feel paralysed.
“I’m sure everyone can hear us now, pretty. Let’em know you’re mine.”
The moaning mess you became in his firm hold was pathetic, the way all of this was probably heard from miles away was pathetic, but you didn’t find it in yourself to give a shit.
“I’m so close,” you groaned, body shaking uncontrollably, pussy squeezing hard on his cock. He increased his pace with a groan, slamming balls-deep into your wet pussy, earning loud cries and screams from you. No longer than seconds later, you came with a massive jolt of your body, whining in pleasure.
“Me too, baby, me too.”
Satoru must have held himself back, because he came just after you, muscles tensing and eyes rolling back. His cock twitched aggressively inside of you, his cum filling you as you rode both of your highs out, trying to catch your breath and get yourself together.
“Everything alright?” Satoru asked softly, scooping your limp body in his arms, holding you in one place, gently brushing the sweaty strands of hair out of your face.
You didn’t answer, just pulled him closer, tenderly fixing his hair and caressing his face.
As long as he is here, wearing his stupid, smug smile and treating like his number 1 priority, choosing you over practices and friends, everything will be alright.
There are some days when he would do anything for a head. He just loves feeling the welcoming warmth of your mouth wrapping around his cock so nicely, wet tongue swirling around the flushed tip.
Sometimes, that’s all he wants—when he had a stressful day, when he’s too tired to do the work himself, and especially when he sees you wear those shorts that fit your body so perfectly it makes his mouth water.
So he’s lying on the bed, curled up beside you and placing soft kisses on your shoulder.
“C’mon, please,” he whispers between kisses, already out of breath. “Just this once.” His thumb slides across your wet lips, parting them slightly. “Just one round, aight?”
“Satoru, you said that the last time too.” You turn to him, eyes meeting with his and you can finally see the pure desperation on his face, like he would die right there if you don’t give him what he needs.
“I knooow,” he runs his hands through your hair, pulling you closer so your foreheads touch. He always does this, acting all cutesy and soft when he’s horny. “I’ll give you anything, I promise, I just need this right now.”
You sigh, a skeptical expression on your face. “Yeah?”
“Yes, fuck, I need to feel you, I’m so—ngh—“ He whimpers when your hands finds his clothed cock, a mischievous smile tilting your lips. And he wasn’t lying either, he’s truly, extremely hard, almost like he’s going to explode.
“Keep talking.” you command, gently teasing the tip of his cock with your fingers.
“Please, please just help me out—mm—I need you s’bad—fuck—“ His head falls to your shoulder, hot breath like fire against your skin. Your pussy throbs after hearing every word of his, arousal soaking your panties.
“How much do you need me?” you breathe out, free hand under his chin to tilt his head up. “I’d do anything,” his hips thrust toward for the friction of your hands. “Please.”
You giggle at how pathetic he is, the strong, unbreakable Gojo Satoru who’s currently at the verge of tears because you’re not giving him what he wants. You lean in for a kiss, tongue sliding over his lips cruelly just to tease him a bit, then your lips crash against his. He quickly takes control, whimpering into the kiss in need, tongue overpowering yours.
His hand finds yours, guiding your movements for his pleasure, cock throbbing with every pump of your palm. You eventually pull back, stopping your hand for a second and giving him a mean glance. He’s all whiny and needy, muscles tense from the deprivation of your touch. His puppy eyes are strictly fixated on you, whispering barely audible pleads as his hips continue to snap forward.
And obviously, you can’t bite back your pitiful smile, sighing dramatically before sitting up in surrender.
“On your back.”
a/n: lowk hate this but i'm just posting anything atp while working on smth bigger
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ: Gojo, Naoya, Megumi, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Geto, Yuji, Inumaki
some completely random headcanons me and @fanbilious thought of
Gojo
✦ has dimples on his cheek
✦ makes thirst traps on TikTok + everyone’s auditioning in the comments
✦ PDA is scared of him
✦ has perfect teeth
Naoya
✦ huge clavicular fan
✦ bicurious
✦ doesn’t trust hairdressers
✦ insanely long skincare routine + silk pillows
✦ says he hates vapes but uses sometimes
✦ overconsumption final boss
✦ Dior Sauvage user
✦ alpha male podcast with 20 followers
Megumi
✦ vapes secretly
✦ doesn’t let anyone touch his hair
✦ “are we deadahh” user
✦ has a feminine handwriting
Toji
✦ beat Naoya up once
✦ uses a lot of "manly" deodorant
✦ can’t swim
✦ loves gyros
Nanami
✦ always has a pen on him
✦ uses leather perfume
Choso
✦ got bullied on Roblox
✦ texts back immediately
✦ has many piercings
Geto
✦ male manipulator vibes
✦ Fight Club enjoyer
✦ wears a silver chain
Yuji
✦ only drinks soda
✦ worked at McDonald’s once
✦ broken phone screen
✦ huge Naruto fan
Inumaki
✦ always goes to self checkout
✦ communicates through the notes app irl sometimes
Arguments aren’t frequent, but they happen. Both of your lives are extremely stressful as sorcerers, especially since the rise of cursed activity, so it doesn’t take much to snap.
This was one of the days where the two of you had a disagreement. Megumi got upset with you because he called you out on something you 100% did, yet you denied it. He doesn’t like when you aren’t honest.
So he’s sitting across the room, nose buried deep into his phone. It’s been a while now, awkward silence filling the air as anger slowly started draining into regret. You glance up occasionally, hoping to meet with his gaze but it’s useless. His brows are furrowed, posture stiff and you could somehow feel that he was upset, simply by his energy.
It’s hard, really hard to convince yourself to apologize. You know you were wrong, but the thought of saying it out loud felt too much—yet your love toward him was still stronger. Life’s hard these days and he’s the only one who can bring calmness. He feels the same—he rarely says it, but you know he does.
That’s what gets you finally standing up, making your way to where he’s sitting. He looks up, skeptical expression displayed on his face.
You don’t say a word, just hop on the couch and wrap your arms around him. His phone is now dismissed next to him, sighing tiredly.
“Get off me.” he says, tone softer than he intended. And regardless of what he says, his arms still rest on your back, fingers tracing absentminded circles
He doesn’t mean it, you hope, but confusion still resurfaces in you, laced with sadness.
You hum in acceptance, slowly moving away from him, hands sliding down his back as you pull back.
But Megumi isn’t straightforward. When he can no longer feel you pressing against him, his grip firms. He pulls you back, face buried in the crook of your neck. Warmth floods your chest as you take in his comforting presence, a soft smile tilting your lips.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers, nuzzling to your skin. His heartbeat is calm, you can feel it against your chest, thumb caressing your back.
“No, I’m sorry.” you eventually say after a short-lived silence, hands traveling up to his head, fingers playing with his hair gently. “I shouldn’t have said—“ you pause. “All those things.”
Megumi doesn’t answer verbally, but you already know what he’s thinking from the way his body eases against yours, tension no longer there.
This type of communication might not be good enough for others, confusing and unclear, but not to you. Your relationship is like this, silent understanding and shared time that brings comfort.
And with him, these moments mean so much more than words.
Bestfriend!Satoru helps you out after a disappointing date
Bestfriend!Satoru who swears no man on earth could ever truly satisfy a woman, with the sole exception of himself, of course.
Bestfriend!Satoru who grimaces every time you show him a guy you’re going to go on a date with. You brush it off, bumping your shoulder into his when the two of you are sitting on the couch.
“This guy is disgusting!” He continues on laughing, snatching the phone out of your hand and zooming in on a picture (obviously the one with the worst angle…).
“Stop!” You push him away but can’t help the chuckles escaping. “He’s nice, okay?!”
He just bursts out laughing like you just made the best joke in the universe, slamming his hand on his thigh uncontrollably.
Bestfriend!Satoru who tries his best to convince you to skip the date, excusing himself by saying he’s concerned because the guy “looks like a serial killer”.
You end up going on the date though.
Bestfriend!Satoru who keeps texting you during the dinner.
idiot: u crack yet? (8:12pm)
idiot: ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 1:23 (8:14pm)
idiot: are u still alive (8:17pm)
idiot: told u he’s a serial killer (8:18pm)
It’s annoying you to death and your date must’ve had noticed the constant buzzing of your phone as well by the looks he’s giving you. You end up having to turn do not disturb on when he’s not looking, forcing yourself back into the conversation awkwardly.
Bestfriend!Satoru who unfortunately ends up being right. The date was awful.
For some reason, you went back your date’s place—messy room, weird smell lingering in the air—huge red flag already. Obviously, the so called “netflix and chill” he suggested ended up with him aggressively straddling you, falling apart after like five thrusts.
“You stayin’ the night, right?” he even dared to ask.
He laid on top of you exhaustedly for what felt like eternity while you just gazed at the ceiling, thinking about all your life decisions that led to whatever this was, regret slowly taking over annoyance.
When he finally excuses himself to shower, you immediately reach for your phone on the nightstand, doing what any helpless woman seeking advice would do—you facetime your best friend.
Bestfriend!Satoru who picks it up immediately like the unemployed idiot he is, meeting with your devastated expression through the screen.
“Was I right?” he asks and you shush him, turning the camera around to show him the situation you’re in. He literally has to turn his phone toward the ceiling to hide the shit eating grin on his face.
“This bitch,” you begin, lowering your voice as much as you could. “He didn’t even last a fucking minute. Aaaghhh so disgusting! I genuinely thought he was gonna be good…”
“Told you!!!” he raises the phone, probably looking at himself in the corner. You roll your eyes dramatically. “How much did you drink?” he asks.
“Not even that much, I don’t know what’s gotten into me…” you glance toward the bathroom when you hear the running water stop. “Shit—Satoru, help, like seriously.”
He hums, moving the camera so close to his face only his eyes are showing.
“He asked me to stay but hell nah I don’t want to!” you scream silently, eyes constantly flicking away in fear of getting caught.
Bestfriend!Satoru who’s beyond thrilled because he has a plan.
“Girl, just leave!” He deadpans. “Come over, let’s order some junk food and talk shit about him.”
Your eyes lit up when you hear that—Satoru always knows exactly what you need. So obviously, you quickly dress up and make your way out of this shithole as quietly as you can, leaving your clueless ex-date behind.
Bestfriend!Satoru whose hair is suspiciously damp, cologne freshly clinging to his skin like he just showered when he opens the door. You make your way to his room where the two of you always hang out, dropping yourself on his bed tiredly.
“So tell me about it.” His voice is excited, cruelly eager to hear about how another guy has disappointed you like he never would.
You tell him everything without filter shamefully, describing the guy’s lacking skills in bed.
“Wait, he didn’t even prep you?! So inconsiderate.” He pouts like it’s personal, grinning victoriously inside.
Bestfriend!Satoru who shifts closer to you until your shoulders are touching. It’s not his first attempt, obviously, but tonight he’ll go farther. His fingers make their ways to your thigh, rubbing absentminded circles on the skin without ever taking his eyes off you. You don’t stop him, warmth flooding your core minute by minute undeniably.
Your speech is becoming more blurred and stuttered when you realize how close Satoru really is, studying his features while trying to stay as nonchalant as possible.
It doesn’t work. You’re soaked.
Bestfriend!Satoru who’s on you the second your eyes suggest invitation, brushing his soft lips against yours before kissing you deeply. His hands travel under your skirt, teasing through the thin, wet fabric. You can’t help but gasp from the delicious pressure of his fingers finding their way to your clit without hesitation.
Bestfriend!Satoru who can’t hold himself back any longer. And he doesn’t need to, he can tell by your whimpers. He’s insanely hard, but he puts your pleasure first like the good friend he is.
He breaks the kiss, leaving both of you breathless as he pushes your soaked panties to the side.
“Wait, Sato—“ Your words are cut off when he pushes inside, pussy already clenching around two slender fingers.
“Hm?” He starts kissing your neck, making sure to leave a mark. “I told you there are so many better guys.” he says in between kisses.
You moan when he starts curling his digits, euphoria taking over as your world spins. You desperately search for something to hold onto, eventually finding his bicep and nails digging into it with every heavenly pump of his fingers.
He’s still on your neck, breathing hot and heavy against your skin, overstimulating your nerves with every lick of his tongue, making you throw your head back as you feel your release inching dangerously close.
“Fuck, I’m—“
“I know,” he speeds up, those bright blue eyes now observing your face. Your legs begin to shake and with a few more raw moans, the coil in your stomach eases as your orgasm washes over you. Every wave is stronger, electrifying your body, eyes slammed shut together.
“There we go…” he coos, cocky as ever. You’d never admit it, but his fingers alone provided you more satisfaction than anyone else before.
Bestfriend!Satoru who makes sure to finish his work and lick his fingers clean after pulling out.
He rolls next to you and you collapse on his chest, breaths still ragged and eyes slowly shutting as your mind drifts into a sleepy haze.
Bestfriend!Satoru who you’ve been missing out on all these years.
Why does your new professor sound just like the guy you touch yourself to every night?
ASMRStreamerProf!Gojo x FanStudent!reader
cw: fem!reader, SMUT, loooots of dirty talk (its kinda his job), college student reader, professor gojo, older gojo(maybe like late 20s and reader is early 20s), masturbation, teasing, degrading/praising, JOI (hihi), lots of whimpering groaning moaning, cursing, blackmail (gone wrong), noot proofread
"My pretty girl, I've missed you."
A deep male voice flooded your ears, headphones turned up to the max volume.
Your favourite ASMR streamer was live again at the same time every other day. Like clockwork.
You joined the stream, the screen blank with a small watermark at the bottom sexeyes
Get it? sexeyes instead of sixeyes, yeah? okay.
You don't know why, but this was more addictive and at least ten times more pleasurable than watching regular porn.
His voice felt like he was right there, guiding you to a perfect orgasm- we haven't gotten to that yet.
After a long day of sitting in hour-long lectures and stressing about assignments... You were finally tucked under your covers, buried in pillows with the lights turned off. Your phone was lying on the one beside you while you lay flat on your back, eyes shut, while imagining the perfect man speaking to you.
You were gnawing on your bottom lip already, impatiently waiting for him to start the good part.
"I bet you've had a tiring day, hmm?"
"It's okay... i'm here now. Want me to take care of you, baby?"
You couldn't help but nod your head, fingers already slipping underneath your shirt, tracing soft swirls on your stomach.
"Such a naughty girl, I bet you're already thinking about touching yourself."
Your breath hitched, it was as if he were speaking to you and you alone, not to the thousands of listeners. And he somehow read the minds of all of them.
"Alright then... be a good girl and start with your pretty nipples. You can do that for me, yeah? I want you to play with them, make them nice and sensitive."
You obeyed with no thought, hands trailing up from your stomach to your ribs, finally reaching your tits- fingers rubbing at the flaccid buds.
You let out a small whimper, feeling them harden from the touch.
"You're being so good... a good little slut, yeah? Don't be shy, let me hear your sweet sounds."
You swore you could hear fabric shifting, as if he was either pushing his own clothes up or down to reveal skin. This was your favourite part, getting to listen to the streamer masturbate together with you.
His breathing had gotten a bit more laboured. Or maybe you were imagining things.
"Mmhmm... feels good? Be good and guide a hand down... down... dooowwnn... You know where it should be."
Down it went, one still playing with your own nipple while the other reached down between your thighs, your palm pressing over your needy cunt. The feeling of a wet spot forming on the cotton fabric of your panties made your fingers tremble.
"Wet already?"
You could hear him quietly chuckling, shifting a bit closer to the microphone.
"Touch yourself through your cute panties. I know you want to, sweetheart."
You did exactly that, fingers pressing riggght where you knew your clit was. Your hips shifted from the pressure already, eyelids squeezing shut.
"That's it, suuuch a good girl for me."
"Let me take care of you, listen to my voice, yeah?"
You followed his instructions, quietly moaning once he told you to tease yourself and push a finger inside.
"I bet if they were mine, it'd feel much better. I'd love to play with you, angel."
"Just the thought is making me hard... want me to do it together with you?"
You nodded your head again, sinking the finger deeper, all the way down to the knuckle. "Yes... please." You didn't mean to say it out loud.
"Cmon, add another, my sweet girl. Your pretty pussy can take it, yeah?"
You whined, starting to push a second finger inside.
The sound of him heavily breathing and the shlick shlick sound of him starting to jerk off spurred you even more.
"So pretty... all mine, right? You'd never let anyone else talk to you like this, hm?"
"Feels sooo good. I have my hand wrapped around my dick... going at the same pace as you, baby."
"In... out... in... haah... out..."
Your hand moved at his guidance, your chest heaving a bit, and your skin was warmer, that knot in your stomach starting to tighten.
"Gonna cum, my pretty girl?"
"Cmon, cum for me. Be a good girl... let me hear you."
"Shit- I'm so close... let's do it together, okay?"
Your eyes behind your eyelids tried to roll back, fingers curling up against a mushy spot that made your pussy flutter and pulse around them.
A loud grunt and moans fell from his lips, and into your headphones, the wet sound of him spreading his cum over his cock was the last thing you heard before the stream ended.
You didn't even bother washing your hand or cleaning up the mess between your thighs.
You'd just take a shower in the morning.
You were sitting in your usual seat, in the second row from the front. Yes, you were one of those students.
You were talking with some friends, discussing what tung tung tung sahur would sound like in bed- but the lecture hall got quiet for some reason, making you shut up.
The doors had opened and a white-haired, well-dressed, in some expensive suit and tie, new professor had came in. He looked young, definitely hiding a shit ton of muscle underneath those clothes…
Your attention went to his eyes, and that cocky grin he wore while walking down to the desk, turning on the projector, and setting up a laptop to start teaching.
“Goood morning, I’m this course's new prof!” He beamed with a bit too much energy for 9 in the morning.
Hold on.
You felt like you had heard him somewhere. Huh. Maybe he had one of those study YouTube channels where he made guides, and you had watched one…
“My name is Satoru Gojo, but you can call me Mr. Gojo.”
Mr. Gojo, my ass.
The lesson droned on, he wasn’t bad at teaching, but for some reason, you really couldn’t focus. At all.
You tried to write down notes, but your gaze kept flicking to him leaning against the desk while waving a hand around to explain a slide.
There was something about his voice that was making you falter.
You hadn’t even noticed how bad your cunt was aching, too busy trying to focus.
Wait.
Satoru said something familiar.
“Okay, so let’s all do this together, yeah?”
That did it.
Your face heated up, your thighs gravitated together. The pencil in your hand almost snapped.
SEXEYES? THE MAN YOU’VE BEEN CUMMING TOGETHER WITH?
oh god
oh dear god
You started to hear it clearly, that teasing tone. His voice. It all clicked.
And you were lost.
Your lips were agape like a fish’s, eyes big and pupils blown wide while staring at him from your seat.
“Miss, are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Satoru smiled at you from the desk, standing up straight.
The people and your friends around you chuckled. You fixed your face and shook your head, quickly looking down and scribbling in your notebook.
A week had passed like this. A tortorous week.
You were unable to concentrate in classes. You felt too worked up to even try to write what was in the slides.
At home, it was worse, unable to even look through the study guides.
His streams. You needed to listen to all the videos, clips- you could attach the voice to his face.
Satoru. It was him. You could see it so clearly in your imagination. His moans, how he spoke to you, what he'd look like jerking off.
Safe to say, when you had your first exam in his class.
You flunked it.
You did the only thing you could think of to fix this.
It was after hours, Satoru was in his office, looking trough what he had to do for tomorrows students.
knock knock knock !
"Yes, come in." His voice called. It made you shiver.
The door creaked open and you stepped inside, looking determined.
Gojo lit up, giving you a small grin before leaning back into the leather rolly chair. "Ah, my star student. Are you here about that grade? i promise, everything is alright and the next one will go bet-"
"No, i know the next one will go better. " You pouted a bit, standing in front of his desk, placing your phone down on it.
Your screen was opened on a specific website. His account's homepage open.
sexeyes.
Satoru faltered a bit, looking at what you were showing him.
But he just softly laughed, lightly sliding the device back over to you.
"I see, is this why you have troubles focusing in my class, sweetheart?"
You could feel the tips of your ears turning red, snatching it back.
"What? No! I know that that's you- i want a good score for the next exam!"
He tilted his head, blue irises almost mocking you while tilting his head.
"Is that all you want?"
You don't know who was more stupid. You asking to join him on a livestream. Or him agreeing and taking a student to his apartment.
You were all shy now, the attempted blackmailing hadn't even scared him one bit.
Now you were sat on the corner of his lush bed, watching your new professor set up a few microphones around it, tie loose and white shirt already unbuttoned and a small smile on his pretty lips.
"Don't be nervous. You've probably listened to me do this hundreds of times." He teased, leaning down and brushing some hair out of your eyes.
Stream: start
"Welcome back, my angels. Today we have a guest. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
You were sat on his thighs, back flush against his chest, hands already running up and down your sides.
Something hard was already settling underneath you.
"Cmon, you're a big girl. Say hello." he encouraged you by grinding his thigh up, shifting so it was slotted between yours. The sound you made was pitiful.
"Hi..." You murmured.
You were glad he never filmed but only recorded.
But you could see the chat flowing past on the corner of one monitor. The audience getting excited for this.
It was just like listening to his voice... but now he was touching you the same way too.
Describing everything to the audience.
"If i touch you here... aww, it's okay. No need to shake so much, baby."
"Look at you... riding my thigh so pretty. Does it feel better if i do thisss?"
"Such a sweet pussy, look at it. It's all wet because of me. Want me to finger you, darling?"
"Such a sweetheart, drooling all over my fingers. Cmon, keep sucking."
"Lean back for me, yeah... that's it, such a pretty little slut."
"Look how big i am... is it even going to fit? You look scared. Come here, i'll help you calm down. Open your mouth again."
"You take me so well... do you feel how deep inside i am, my angel?"
You barely spoke, too worried about how you'd sound. But he got you to make the lewdest sounds just with a few words.
The sound of his hips driving into yours and skin meeting skin was picked up by the microphones.
The wet squelch of his fat cock bullying your drooly pussy and the groans of him sucking on you nipple were all recorded.
Not to mention the whimper and deep groan from you both at the end when two releases mixed inside of a stuffed, very happy pussy.
The livestream had the most views he had ever received.
And you got the highest grade in the course.
No need to spend your nights listening to his voice through headphones anymore when you could just ask for another credit boost and a cameo.
Yoon's notes: EEKKK
For my mistress: @liahcharms I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTT <333
Synopsis: Naoya is your fuck ass ex, and he's decided he wants you back - but the only way he knows how to beg is with his wallet. Who are you to say no to that?
Tags/Warnings: Naoya x F!Reader, exes, mean!reader, a little toxic, pathetic!Naoya, university au
Word Count: 1,428
Notes: Another entry to the positivity train for @dreaslv, nominated by @yoonsucks. Lovely to meet you Drea, enjoy the fic!
You and Naoya had been together for the most painstaking ten months of your life. It’d been fun at first, having the most well known misogynist on campus at your side, and watching how he faltered spouting his ideology when you were standing beside him. The way his words would soften, his voice falter. As if he was determined to somehow impress you while simultaneously not changing. His only real redeeming qualities had been the sex and the money, which you weren’t ashamed to admit, not by a long shot.
You’d been split up for a month when the gifts started arriving.
They started small, simple things, never with a note or explanation. You knew exactly who they were from, from the very moment the first item arrived. But you said nothing. You didn’t contact him, didn’t so much as look up if you saw him on campus out of the corner of your eye. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.
A hot drink arrived on your desk in a lecture hall, delivered by a poor younger student who clearly was terrified. You’d given the poor kid another 500 yen as an apology for ever having to do it at all. This one did come with a note, hastily stuck to the side.
‘Come find me after class, you know where’
You certainly did know where, and you had no intentions of going to find him.
Sure enough, the gifts the next day were larger, more expensive. They only seemed to increase in value the longer you ignored him for and you truly had to wonder what his plan was. He couldn’t keep going forever, even Naoya Zenin would run out of money eventually, and ignoring him was only benefiting you. Why would you ever get into contact with him?
Until the day your laptop died. Right in the middle of class, without warning or explanation. You didn’t have the cash to get it fixed yourself, and usually you’d have just asked Nao- and that was when it hit you.
Why let him shoot in the dark? Give the man a target.
So you met up with him. He’d been ‘casually’ hanging around at the place where the two of you used to meet after class, so you could go together to someone’s apartment or another location, waiting for the day you’d finally show up. He perked up when he saw you, but immediately tamped it down again. Just not fast enough for you to miss it. You walked up and dropped down onto the bench beside him with a sigh, saying nothing. Neither did he for a long while. You knew which of you would break first.
“It took you long enough.” Naoya finally said, clearly restless.
“You hadn’t given me a good enough reason to bother.” You carelessly replied, and that obviously ruffled him. He fidgeted for a moment, trying to find his footing.
“Well? What exactly is a good enough reason?” He demanded. How bothered he was by the thought of you not being satisfied by what he’d been doing only seemed to increase over time, a red tint flushing the tips of his ears. You just shrugged.
Naoya pushed off the bench, pacing in front of you, huffing like an angry bull. You’d laugh in another circumstance, but you came here with a mission.
“My laptop broke today. In the middle of class, no warning.” You remarked after a moment, once he’d stopped still, head in his hands as he thought of what he was supposed to do next.
“What? Broke?” He asked, and if he were a dog you were sure his ears would be perked with interest.
“Yeah. Screen went dark and it wouldn’t come back on, even when I plugged the charger in.”
He said nothing, just expectantly held out his hand. You gave him your laptop.
“I’ll have it fixed. I’ll give you a spare tomorrow to use in the meantime.” He said, then turned on his heel and walked away.
Hook, line, and sinker.
You got your laptop back four days later, not only in perfect working condition but with a few little upgrades to help it run faster. It must’ve cost him a fortune.
Good.
You went right back to ignoring him, and yet he just kept trying, like a little chihuahua on a leash begging for your attention. It would be pitiful, if you cared enough to pity him. Your friends all noticed, and though one or two of them remarked that they thought you were just being cruel now, nobody stopped you. He’d said something cruel about each of them at least once, so who were they to interfere with your master plan?
You’d been sitting in your dorm room, your favourite artist playing loud over your bluetooth speaker, the one Naoya had always complained when you played, as you pondered your next move. You wanted to humiliate him, the social equivalent of getting on his knees and crawling. The ding of your phone went ignored the first time, but the second time it piqued your interest. Who the hell was texting you?
Toji Fushiguro.
Picture a light bulb over your own head. You knew exactly what your next move was going to be.
T: Heard you finally ditched Naoya
Y: What’s it to you?
T: Thought you might like to sample a better example of what those genes are capable of
Oh he was a bastard - you were in.
You indulged Naoya again, going to that ridiculous meeting spot, once again managing to talk him in circles for a little while as you simply watched in amusement as he became increasingly frustrated by the entire situation. Then you dropped the bomb - you had something important coming up, and you needed a whole new outfit. He had your wishlist open in minutes, and handed you his phone to pick out and order what you wanted. He didn’t check what you’d ordered - rookie error - just let it happen, and let you walk away.
The package arrived right on the day of your date with Toji, and thankfully everything fit perfectly. You’d never looked so good. A little black dress, a pair of heels to match, and you spent far too long on your makeup to be reasonable. But you needed to look perfect. You posted a selfie to your story just before leaving to meet with Toji, just to drive Naoya insane.
The date was nice enough, nothing special, and it was clear the both of you knew it was going precisely nowhere. You didn’t even fuck him, which you’d been vaguely intending to do - he was hot after all, you weren’t blind to that. But the picture you took of your hand in his on the table was enough, posted to your story once you got home, no mention of who you were with or where, but sure enough Naoya was in your DMs almost immediately.
N: Is that who I think it is?
N: In the clothes I bought for you?
N: At the restaurant we go to?
N: With my cousin?
N: You have no dignity
N: Or decency
N: I’m not sure what I ever saw in you
N: You’re not even that attractive
N: I won’t demand back the things I gave you, I have no use for them nor do I want things you’ve touched in my space
N: Never contact me again
N: Ridiculous
He didn’t block you though, no, you knew he’d be back. So you said nothing.
It took two hours.
N: Just stop ignoring me damnit
N: What more am I supposed to do?
N: I’ve done everything you’ve asked
N: And didn’t ask
N: All your favourites
N: Without ever approaching you
N: No I wait like a fool for you to come to me because I’m supposed to
N: Stop fucking ignoring me
Just for fun, you chose that moment to go take a shower. Let him sit just that little bit longer. You, of course, came back to more messages.
N: I need you
N: It’s not the same when it’s other women
N: Let me come over one more time
Y: Say please
You were sure that Naoya Zenin had never once said please in his life. You were going to be the one to break him, to force him to change that.
N: Fuck
N: Please
Y: [User has screenshotted chat]
Y: [User has blocked Naoya Zenin]
That went up on your instagram story too. Victory tastes oh so sweet.
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Bestfriend!Satoru helps you out after a disappointing date
Bestfriend!Satoru who swears no man on earth could ever truly satisfy a woman, with the sole exception of himself, of course.
Bestfriend!Satoru who grimaces every time you show him a guy you’re going to go on a date with. You brush it off, bumping your shoulder into his when the two of you are sitting on the couch.
“This guy is disgusting!” He continues on laughing, snatching the phone out of your hand and zooming in on a picture (obviously the one with the worst angle…).
“Stop!” You push him away but can’t help the chuckles escaping. “He’s nice, okay?!”
He just bursts out laughing like you just made the best joke in the universe, slamming his hand on his thigh uncontrollably.
Bestfriend!Satoru who tries his best to convince you to skip the date, excusing himself by saying he’s concerned because the guy “looks like a serial killer”.
You end up going on the date though.
Bestfriend!Satoru who keeps texting you during the dinner.
idiot: u crack yet? (8:12pm)
idiot: ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 1:23 (8:14pm)
idiot: are u still alive (8:17pm)
idiot: told u he’s a serial killer (8:18pm)
It’s annoying you to death and your date must’ve had noticed the constant buzzing of your phone as well by the looks he’s giving you. You end up having to turn do not disturb on when he’s not looking, forcing yourself back into the conversation awkwardly.
Bestfriend!Satoru who unfortunately ends up being right. The date was awful.
For some reason, you went back your date’s place—messy room, weird smell lingering in the air—huge red flag already. Obviously, the so called “netflix and chill” he suggested ended up with him aggressively straddling you, falling apart after like five thrusts.
“You stayin’ the night, right?” he even dared to ask.
He laid on top of you exhaustedly for what felt like eternity while you just gazed at the ceiling, thinking about all your life decisions that led to whatever this was, regret slowly taking over annoyance.
When he finally excuses himself to shower, you immediately reach for your phone on the nightstand, doing what any helpless woman seeking advice would do—you facetime your best friend.
Bestfriend!Satoru who picks it up immediately like the unemployed idiot he is, meeting with your devastated expression through the screen.
“Was I right?” he asks and you shush him, turning the camera around to show him the situation you’re in. He literally has to turn his phone toward the ceiling to hide the shit eating grin on his face.
“This bitch,” you begin, lowering your voice as much as you could. “He didn’t even last a fucking minute. Aaaghhh so disgusting! I genuinely thought he was gonna be good…”
“Told you!!!” he raises the phone, probably looking at himself in the corner. You roll your eyes dramatically. “How much did you drink?” he asks.
“Not even that much, I don’t know what’s gotten into me…” you glance toward the bathroom when you hear the running water stop. “Shit—Satoru, help, like seriously.”
He hums, moving the camera so close to his face only his eyes are showing.
“He asked me to stay but hell nah I don’t want to!” you scream silently, eyes constantly flicking away in fear of getting caught.
Bestfriend!Satoru who’s beyond thrilled because he has a plan.
“Girl, just leave!” He deadpans. “Come over, let’s order some junk food and talk shit about him.”
Your eyes lit up when you hear that—Satoru always knows exactly what you need. So obviously, you quickly dress up and make your way out of this shithole as quietly as you can, leaving your clueless ex-date behind.
Bestfriend!Satoru whose hair is suspiciously damp, cologne freshly clinging to his skin like he just showered when he opens the door. You make your way to his room where the two of you always hang out, dropping yourself on his bed tiredly.
“So tell me about it.” His voice is excited, cruelly eager to hear about how another guy has disappointed you like he never would.
You tell him everything without filter shamefully, describing the guy’s lacking skills in bed.
“Wait, he didn’t even prep you?! So inconsiderate.” He pouts like it’s personal, grinning victoriously inside.
Bestfriend!Satoru who shifts closer to you until your shoulders are touching. It’s not his first attempt, obviously, but tonight he’ll go farther. His fingers make their ways to your thigh, rubbing absentminded circles on the skin without ever taking his eyes off you. You don’t stop him, warmth flooding your core minute by minute undeniably.
Your speech is becoming more blurred and stuttered when you realize how close Satoru really is, studying his features while trying to stay as nonchalant as possible.
It doesn’t work. You’re soaked.
Bestfriend!Satoru who’s on you the second your eyes suggest invitation, brushing his soft lips against yours before kissing you deeply. His hands travel under your skirt, teasing through the thin, wet fabric. You can’t help but gasp from the delicious pressure of his fingers finding their way to your clit without hesitation.
Bestfriend!Satoru who can’t hold himself back any longer. And he doesn’t need to, he can tell by your whimpers. He’s insanely hard, but he puts your pleasure first like the good friend he is.
He breaks the kiss, leaving both of you breathless as he pushes your soaked panties to the side.
“Wait, Sato—“ Your words are cut off when he pushes inside, pussy already clenching around two slender fingers.
“Hm?” He starts kissing your neck, making sure to leave a mark. “I told you there are so many better guys.” he says in between kisses.
You moan when he starts curling his digits, euphoria taking over as your world spins. You desperately search for something to hold onto, eventually finding his bicep and nails digging into it with every heavenly pump of his fingers.
He’s still on your neck, breathing hot and heavy against your skin, overstimulating your nerves with every lick of his tongue, making you throw your head back as you feel your release inching dangerously close.
“Fuck, I’m—“
“I know,” he speeds up, those bright blue eyes now observing your face. Your legs begin to shake and with a few more raw moans, the coil in your stomach eases as your orgasm washes over you. Every wave is stronger, electrifying your body, eyes slammed shut together.
“There we go…” he coos, cocky as ever. You’d never admit it, but his fingers alone provided you more satisfaction than anyone else before.
Bestfriend!Satoru who makes sure to finish his work and lick his fingers clean after pulling out.
He rolls next to you and you collapse on his chest, breaths still ragged and eyes slowly shutting as your mind drifts into a sleepy haze.
Bestfriend!Satoru who you’ve been missing out on all these years.
Arguments aren’t frequent, but they happen. Both of your lives are extremely stressful as sorcerers, especially since the rise of cursed activity, so it doesn’t take much to snap.
This was one of the days where the two of you had a disagreement. Megumi got upset with you because he called you out on something you 100% did, yet you denied it. He doesn’t like when you aren’t honest.
So he’s sitting across the room, nose buried deep into his phone. It’s been a while now, awkward silence filling the air as anger slowly started draining into regret. You glance up occasionally, hoping to meet with his gaze but it’s useless. His brows are furrowed, posture stiff and you could somehow feel that he was upset, simply by his energy.
It’s hard, really hard to convince yourself to apologize. You know you were wrong, but the thought of saying it out loud felt too much—yet your love toward him was still stronger. Life’s hard these days and he’s the only one who can bring calmness. He feels the same—he rarely says it, but you know he does.
That’s what gets you finally standing up, making your way to where he’s sitting. He looks up, skeptical expression displayed on his face.
You don’t say a word, just hop on the couch and wrap your arms around him. His phone is now dismissed next to him, sighing tiredly.
“Get off me.” he says, tone softer than he intended. And regardless of what he says, his arms still rest on your back, fingers tracing absentminded circles
He doesn’t mean it, you hope, but confusion still resurfaces in you, laced with sadness.
You hum in acceptance, slowly moving away from him, hands sliding down his back as you pull back.
But Megumi isn’t straightforward. When he can no longer feel you pressing against him, his grip firms. He pulls you back, face buried in the crook of your neck. Warmth floods your chest as you take in his comforting presence, a soft smile tilting your lips.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers, nuzzling to your skin. His heartbeat is calm, you can feel it against your chest, thumb caressing your back.
“No, I’m sorry.” you eventually say after a short-lived silence, hands traveling up to his head, fingers playing with his hair gently. “I shouldn’t have said—“ you pause. “All those things.”
Megumi doesn’t answer verbally, but you already know what he’s thinking from the way his body eases against yours, tension no longer there.
This type of communication might not be good enough for others, confusing and unclear, but not to you. Your relationship is like this, silent understanding and shared time that brings comfort.
And with him, these moments mean so much more than words.
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jerking off while laying in bed with satoru, unbeknownst to you, he’s doing the same!
you lay next to satoru, hand shoved down the hem of your pajama pants as you slowly glide your fingers through your slick folds. you can’t be bothered to wait until he’s awake, that man could probably sleep through a tornado.
he has one arm hooked around your stomach, holding you close enough to feel his breath on your neck, though he’s still far enough to dodge the movement of you shimmying your panties down your thighs.
you finally press your middle and ring finger against your pulsing entrance, slowly pushing them in and wincing at the filthy squelch that followed. you slide them in further, curling them in search for the citrus textured patch at the front of your sticky walls.
you start to pump your fingers in and out, trying your best to avoid such vulgar sounds being made. your face thumps against the plush pillow your head has been resting on, muffling a stifled moan you could only wish to keep in. you can hear heavy breathing coming from behind you, but just assume he’s pre-snoring.
with a gentle twitch , you start to rock yourself on your fingers, shaking the mattress with every little rut of your hips. just when you find the perfect rhythm, you hear a louder groan from behind you.
followed by the feeling of something wet splattering against your back.
you gape like a fish, immediately whipping your head around to see a shit-eating grin cursing satoru’s handsome face. his lovely, blue eyes are half lidded, and you can see now that he’s been stroking his cock the entire time. the tip twitches, spurting out another stream of white, sticky pearls onto his veiny hand.
your back was a sticky mess! he didn’t even let you get a word out, his cum covered hand pulls your wrist away from your clenching cunt. shooing your hand away and replacing it with his messy one.
“bad girl, you’re supposed to wake me up.” he cooes, already pressing two fingers into your semi-loose hole. “could’ve came inside you instead of all over your back.”
you shudder, a weak whimper crawling from your throat. the feeling of his warm, extra droplets of cum mixing with your slick makes you clench. “you could’ve told me you were awake! am i supposed to just get myself off when you’re equally as horny?”
satoru clicks his tongue, while his fingers scissor in and out of your sappy pussy, stretching you, preparing you. “guess not.” he smiles again, though you can’t see it. “i sincerely apologize for shooting a load on your back. why don’t you cum on my fingers in retaliation?”
you hate how good the idea sounds, though your pussy was more than thrilled. you loved how he fills you up even with his fingers. he curls them again, eliciting a strained keen from you. he laughed —of course he did. “thaaaats it. you know you want to, baby.”
with a few more pumps, you finally shatter. your back arches, creating more space between your bodies. “s-satoruuuu—!” you whine, unconsciously fucking yourself on his fingers as you ride it out. you gush all down the digits, replacing his cum with your juices instead.
“what a good girl, see?” he sits up, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. slowly, he slides his fingers out with a pop! “i want you on your back, sweet girl.”
Bestfriend!Satoru helps you out after a disappointing date
Bestfriend!Satoru who swears no man on earth could ever truly satisfy a woman, with the sole exception of himself, of course.
Bestfriend!Satoru who grimaces every time you show him a guy you’re going to go on a date with. You brush it off, bumping your shoulder into his when the two of you are sitting on the couch.
“This guy is disgusting!” He continues on laughing, snatching the phone out of your hand and zooming in on a picture (obviously the one with the worst angle…).
“Stop!” You push him away but can’t help the chuckles escaping. “He’s nice, okay?!”
He just bursts out laughing like you just made the best joke in the universe, slamming his hand on his thigh uncontrollably.
Bestfriend!Satoru who tries his best to convince you to skip the date, excusing himself by saying he’s concerned because the guy “looks like a serial killer”.
You end up going on the date though.
Bestfriend!Satoru who keeps texting you during the dinner.
idiot: u crack yet? (8:12pm)
idiot: ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 1:23 (8:14pm)
idiot: are u still alive (8:17pm)
idiot: told u he’s a serial killer (8:18pm)
It’s annoying you to death and your date must’ve had noticed the constant buzzing of your phone as well by the looks he’s giving you. You end up having to turn do not disturb on when he’s not looking, forcing yourself back into the conversation awkwardly.
Bestfriend!Satoru who unfortunately ends up being right. The date was awful.
For some reason, you went back your date’s place—messy room, weird smell lingering in the air—huge red flag already. Obviously, the so called “netflix and chill” he suggested ended up with him aggressively straddling you, falling apart after like five thrusts.
“You stayin’ the night, right?” he even dared to ask.
He laid on top of you exhaustedly for what felt like eternity while you just gazed at the ceiling, thinking about all your life decisions that led to whatever this was, regret slowly taking over annoyance.
When he finally excuses himself to shower, you immediately reach for your phone on the nightstand, doing what any helpless woman seeking advice would do—you facetime your best friend.
Bestfriend!Satoru who picks it up immediately like the unemployed idiot he is, meeting with your devastated expression through the screen.
“Was I right?” he asks and you shush him, turning the camera around to show him the situation you’re in. He literally has to turn his phone toward the ceiling to hide the shit eating grin on his face.
“This bitch,” you begin, lowering your voice as much as you could. “He didn’t even last a fucking minute. Aaaghhh so disgusting! I genuinely thought he was gonna be good…”
“Told you!!!” he raises the phone, probably looking at himself in the corner. You roll your eyes dramatically. “How much did you drink?” he asks.
“Not even that much, I don’t know what’s gotten into me…” you glance toward the bathroom when you hear the running water stop. “Shit—Satoru, help, like seriously.”
He hums, moving the camera so close to his face only his eyes are showing.
“He asked me to stay but hell nah I don’t want to!” you scream silently, eyes constantly flicking away in fear of getting caught.
Bestfriend!Satoru who’s beyond thrilled because he has a plan.
“Girl, just leave!” He deadpans. “Come over, let’s order some junk food and talk shit about him.”
Your eyes lit up when you hear that—Satoru always knows exactly what you need. So obviously, you quickly dress up and make your way out of this shithole as quietly as you can, leaving your clueless ex-date behind.
Bestfriend!Satoru whose hair is suspiciously damp, cologne freshly clinging to his skin like he just showered when he opens the door. You make your way to his room where the two of you always hang out, dropping yourself on his bed tiredly.
“So tell me about it.” His voice is excited, cruelly eager to hear about how another guy has disappointed you like he never would.
You tell him everything without filter shamefully, describing the guy’s lacking skills in bed.
“Wait, he didn’t even prep you?! So inconsiderate.” He pouts like it’s personal, grinning victoriously inside.
Bestfriend!Satoru who shifts closer to you until your shoulders are touching. It’s not his first attempt, obviously, but tonight he’ll go farther. His fingers make their ways to your thigh, rubbing absentminded circles on the skin without ever taking his eyes off you. You don’t stop him, warmth flooding your core minute by minute undeniably.
Your speech is becoming more blurred and stuttered when you realize how close Satoru really is, studying his features while trying to stay as nonchalant as possible.
It doesn’t work. You’re soaked.
Bestfriend!Satoru who’s on you the second your eyes suggest invitation, brushing his soft lips against yours before kissing you deeply. His hands travel under your skirt, teasing through the thin, wet fabric. You can’t help but gasp from the delicious pressure of his fingers finding their way to your clit without hesitation.
Bestfriend!Satoru who can’t hold himself back any longer. And he doesn’t need to, he can tell by your whimpers. He’s insanely hard, but he puts your pleasure first like the good friend he is.
He breaks the kiss, leaving both of you breathless as he pushes your soaked panties to the side.
“Wait, Sato—“ Your words are cut off when he pushes inside, pussy already clenching around two slender fingers.
“Hm?” He starts kissing your neck, making sure to leave a mark. “I told you there are so many better guys.” he says in between kisses.
You moan when he starts curling his digits, euphoria taking over as your world spins. You desperately search for something to hold onto, eventually finding his bicep and nails digging into it with every heavenly pump of his fingers.
He’s still on your neck, breathing hot and heavy against your skin, overstimulating your nerves with every lick of his tongue, making you throw your head back as you feel your release inching dangerously close.
“Fuck, I’m—“
“I know,” he speeds up, those bright blue eyes now observing your face. Your legs begin to shake and with a few more raw moans, the coil in your stomach eases as your orgasm washes over you. Every wave is stronger, electrifying your body, eyes slammed shut together.
“There we go…” he coos, cocky as ever. You’d never admit it, but his fingers alone provided you more satisfaction than anyone else before.
Bestfriend!Satoru who makes sure to finish his work and lick his fingers clean after pulling out.
He rolls next to you and you collapse on his chest, breaths still ragged and eyes slowly shutting as your mind drifts into a sleepy haze.
Bestfriend!Satoru who you’ve been missing out on all these years.
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