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ELABORATE TALKING ──✦•๑⋅ g. satoru
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.
Runnin’ all over you. 2 {Naoya x Reader}
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 😐.
AN— English is not my first language.
(feel free to comment bc i luv that shit🤭🤭)
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“Back so soon?”
Naoya is already finding it harder to breathe as you purr the question out in his ear.
SATORU GOJO - smut (2)
walk him like a dog | @lilithkleia 📖
nerd!jo solving a rubix cube while you edge him ⭐️ | lilithkleia 📖
can't talk rn my mouth's gagged with her panties | lilithkleia 📖
he isn't afraid of begging | @jaaazy 📖
fixer upper | @satomiu 📖
replica -> pt 2 | @veilist 📖
NUMBER 1 ──✦•๑⋅ g. satoru
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.
Satoru isn’t afraid of begging
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
tags: @fanbilious @yoonsucks @dreaslv @inumakiholic67 @cherrychoso @v4mp1r3b4tzz @xaviers-crow
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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
tags: @fanbilious @yoonsucks @dreaslv @inumakiholic67 @cherrychoso
Megumi doesn't mean it
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.
tags: @fanbilious @dreaslv @yoonsucks @inumakiholic67 @cherrychoso
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.
tags: @fanbilious @dreaslv @yoonsucks
Boyfriend ASMR
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
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Advantage (N.Z.)
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!
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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.
tags: @fanbilious @dreaslv @yoonsucks
Megumi doesn't mean it
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.
tags: @fanbilious @dreaslv @yoonsucks @inumakiholic67 @cherrychoso
sosososo much love has been given already, i am so happy to see so many people include me, im pretty shocked <3
I MUST GIVE ALL OF GOON HEAR OUT BACK. i am soso thankful for all of you. :c
a lot of messed up shit has been happening recently, i want all of u to remember that this is a community that is supposed to uplift and be kind to one another. at the end of the day, we all write hot sexy smut <3
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and sososooso many more wonderful writers and readers, you have made my experience on tumblr so welcoming and kind. Like, starting a month ago i could have not thought i'd have such sweet moots and friends. Please keep spreading the love!!
Spread your legs, not hate - yoonie goonie 2026
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.”
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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.
tags: @fanbilious @dreaslv @yoonsucks