Synopsis: Before you move to a new city you attempt to hook up with a cute guy at a bar. After it went so terribly you're sure you will never meet that man again... you move into your new apartment and find out he's your roomate.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, medium NSFW, kissing, rubbing and thigh licking, no PIV tho, College AU! Roommates to lovers! Y/n lowkey dom and cho a lil subby hehe
Note: Not finished but wanted to post what i had! Was inspired by a friend who this happened to. Failed one night stand to lovers lol. Lmk what u think enjoy!!
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You and the man you just met at the bar stumbled into your apartment, lips interlocked as you bumped into walls and kicked sealed boxes. You feverishly tugged him towards your bedroom, nearly tripping on one of the many boxes in your living room. He gripped your waist, pulling you in before you slipped.
He pulled away from the kiss, hands lowering to your hips as he looked around ā ās alot of boxes... Want me to turn on a light?ā
You shook your head, pulling him in by his collar. āNah, I know my way around here.ā You grinned before bumping into a counter. āKind of.ā
He snorts. āHere, Iāve got you.ā Without a grunt the strangerā what was his name again? Choko? Chotoā¦ Choso lifts you up.
āWow, strong guy here.ā You twirled his necklace between your fingers.
A smile tugged at his lips. āWhich door is yours?ā
You pointed him to it, then pulled his chain down to make out with him the whole way there. You could feel him smile into the kiss when your hands ran through his hair. Despite the heated entrance, you didnāt feel as though he was rushing to sleep with you. He tried to figure out where the sensitive spots on your neck were, slowed down the kiss to match your pace, held you in his arms firmly.
He gently closed the door behind him, sitting you on the bed as if you were a porcelain doll on a shelf. You were strangers, but he handled you with so much tenderness.
He pressed kisses down from your neck, making you giggle in some places and whine in others, all the way down to your chest, to the exposed parts of your thighs. Anything your skimpy dress didnāt cover he kissed. He knelt in front of you, rubbing your thighs up and down as he kissed along your inner thighs. You were about to finish from this alone.
When you approached him at the bar, you never would have expected him to be so passionate. Usually picking a guy to sleep with on a whim ends within five minutes and the eventual scouring in your drawer for your vibrator. You hadnāt been with a guy who really knew how to make you hot and steamy without awkward slobbery kisses and off the clit fingering.
You eyed him down from your booth when you were out with Nobara and Maki.
āIām gonna miss being able to wake up to you making breakfast!ā Nobara stumbled into your arms. āYou gotta chug this bottle like we did when you moved in! For memories!ā Nobara poured the drink into your mouth until it overspilled.
āGirl!ā You nearly choked. āI think you had enough to drink.ā
Maki rolled her eyes taking the bottle from her hand, āI told you not to go overboard woman.ā
Nobara sniffled hugging you tighter, āIām just gonna miss you!ā
āI can tell.ā You giggled, moving her as she whined to sit back down with Maki. You grabbed a few napkins to dry off the vodka she poured on you. Too late as the sweat and vodka odor started to mix together. āAt least she isnāt with her drinking budy yuuji. Theyāre always trying to get into something.ā
Maki let Nobaraās head fall on her shoulder, āThey act like morons together. Iām sure being his roomate will be entertaining for you.ā
You nodded, āHe was excited when I accepted his offer.ā
āWorked out well for you. You wonāt have to drive out an hour for school anymore.ā
āYeah, wont miss that. Will definitely miss our movie nights though.ā
She shrugged, āNot like you canāt drive back to visit us.ā
You smiled, āTrue,ā you poured yourself another shot. āBut before I go, think iām gonna try and get laid one more time before moving out!ā
Maki rolled her eyes, āWas it that guy you were staring at all night?ā
āYou noticed?ā
āYou werenāt sneaky. Iām sure even he noticed. He looks kinda familiar though.ā
āEh, small town, everyoneās familiar.ā
āWell, I assume you have a ride,ā She wrapped her arm around Nobara, who was already passed out and stood her up. āBe safe, and donāt be loud when you come back in please.ā
āYes maāam!ā You hugged both girls before downing the shot. Just the confidence you needed to approach the hot stranger.
You whined as his mouth got frustratingly close to your panties. The way he spread your thighs open felt primal, as if he were a starving man. He pressed a hard kiss against your clothed clit. That was all you needed.
You pulled his hair to look up at you. āTake my clothes off.ā
He grunted, āAre you sure?ā
The way his doe eyes were staring up at youā¦ Those soft eye bags and dazed expression. You just wanted to eat him up.
āYes.ā
His eyes flickered between your eyes and your thighs. āAlright.ā
He stood up, towering over you as one hand snaked behind your back, and the other moved your hair over your shoulder. His fingers fumbled with the zipper on the back of your dress. You could feel the clamminess of his hands as he unzipped you. You analyzed the slope of his jawline, his long hair, his strong sleeper build arms. You couldnāt tell if it was just the alcohol or if he was genuinely a pretty guy.
He took a step back once you were unzipped, eyes not meeting yours as you slipped out the dress revealing your lacey bra and matching panties. Very clear you planned on getting laid tonight.
āCome here.ā
He obeyed, you slipped his shirt off him and tugged at his belt. āOh, now?ā
You smiled. āWhat are you so nervous for now?ā He couldnāt possibly be insecure. His body was breathtaking, he was built like a Greek god. You were nearly salivating.
āYouāre justā¦ really beautiful.ā He awkwardly kicked his pants off and climbed into the bed, straddling you under him.
He was very cute. You laid down, running your hands on his exposed chest. His heart was beating incredibly fast. You reached over your nightstand, pulling lube and a condom from the drawer.
āYou can put it in when youāre ready.ā
His eyes widened, āYou donāt want to do more foreplay?ā
āNope, think Iām wet enough.ā
āYou sure?ā
This guy must really enjoy getting his partners off first. āIām sure. Put the condom on when youāre ready.ā You laid back down, waiting as he tore off the condom. A few seconds went by before you sat up again. āOh, its upside down. You want me to try?ā
You felt around for his hands, they were covered in an egregious amount of sweat. He must have been too excited and put it on in a hurry. You raised your eyebrows when you saw how big he was, the way it practically sprung out from his boxers. You started to feel giddy as you ripped open a new condom. He let out a soft whine when you wrapped the condom around it. You bit down the wild grin growing on your face. This sex was about to be life changing.
āYou ready?ā You asked.
He nodded. He lined himself up to your entrance. You bit your lip, holding your breath. He was thick and girthy, you had been waiting to get railed to the point you see stars. You wrapped your arms around his back when he placed his arms by your sides.
You closed your eyes, listening to his heavy breaths.
You held your own breath when..
āIām sorry.ā He huffed. He hurriedly sat up. Yanking the condom off and stepping off the bed. āI canātā¦ā He shook his head.
What.
You slowly sat up, disoriented as he snatched his clothes from the floor.
āDid I do something wrong?ā Did he get a whiff of you and get turned off? Were you too forward? Did you not reach his expectations of the girls he normally slept with?
āNo I justā¦ā he paused, barely glancing at you as he hobbled into his pants. āIām sorry. I hope I didnāt ruin your night.ā
āWait youāā
He slipped back into his shirt before closing the door behind himself. You sat in shock as you heard the front door shut as well. You blinked, looking around your room as if there was a camera crew about to reveal the greatest prank of all time.
āYou left your underwearā¦ā You said to the empty air.
You scratched your head. Did that just happenā¦?
You thumped your head against your pillow. With the amount of horrible sexā and since tonight, no sex youāve had here, this room had to be cursed. You leaned over your bed, searching your nightstand for your vibrator. At least you had one thing that made you orgasm without fail.
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āWhat a dick! He thinks heās too good to sleep with you or something!?ā Nobaras voice echoed on the other line.
āI donāt know. It was weird though.ā You adjusted the hold you had on your box as you climbed up the stairs, trying to balance your phone between your ear and shoulder. āHe literally rushed out the second he saw me naked.ā
āIām telling you all men are trash. If a guy sees a babe like you and runs out the door heās absolutely insane!ā
āYeah, is what it is.ā You uncomfortably shifted the box to knock on the door. āMaybe it was just the men in that area. Might have better luck out here.ā
She gasped, āWhat if yuujiās roomate is hot. Would you sleep with him?ā
You winced, āPretty sure his roomate is his brother.ā You pounded on the door with your box, āWhere is this guy.ā
Nobara laughed hysterically, āThat dude has a brother!? Good luck girl sounds like youāre gonna be dealing with two yuujis!ā
āYeah wouldnāt wanna deal with a second oneā¦ā You glanced at the window and knocked with your foot, āYuuji!ā You yelled.
You heard stumbling from inside and a muffled response on the other side. The door quickly unlocked with Yuuji completely disheveled.
āDid you just wake up?ā
āSorry, overslept. A little hung over too I thinkā¦.ā He rubbed his eyes, āhere I can take this in.ā He grabbed the box.
āPut me on speaker! Let me talk to that loser!ā
You waved the phone to Yuuji. āSomeone misses you.ā
He grinned, as you placed your phone atop the box, āāBora whats going on!? Why didnāt you come out to see me?ā
You followed him inside, observing the surprisingly nice set up of the apartment. The man had a rug and decorative pillows for the couch. You giggled seeing his shoe collection displayed in the corner on a sleek modern shoe rack. Candles, plantsā¦ oh whoever decorated this place had taste.
āDamn Yuuji, itās nice in here.ā You fumbled with a placemat on the kitchen island.
āYou said that like you didnāt think I could have a nice placeā¦ā He placed the box on the floor.
āPut me on facetime! Let me see!ā Nobara chimed in.
āYouāre already on speaker, why do you keep yelling!?ā Itadori fussed with Nobara as he displayed the apartment.
āWhich room is mine?ā You asked, peering into the hallway. Two doors were spread out on each wall, another center rug in the hallway, a framed poster on the wall at the end of the hallway. You were seriously needing to know who the interior designer was for this place. A framed poster? Definitely not Yuuji.
āUh the one on the right. Hold on, Iāll get the rest of your stuff.ā
āAlright, Thanks.ā
You grabbed a box and headed down the hall. āWhich room thoughā¦?ā You asked yourself, standing in front of both doors. You shrugged and peered in the first one immediately noting it wasnāt yours, but you still couldnāt help but curiously peek.
You glanced from the burning incense, to the hanging skateboard decks, to the terrarium with a bearded dragon perched on a branch. You nodded at the well made bed with more than two pillows. Definitely not Yuujiās room either. This brother of his must have been the one who decorated the place. You gently closed the door, curious now more than ever to meet the man.
You set your things down in the correct room, it was pretty spacious, a window peering out to the soft blue of the sky. The bright sunny light coating the floorboards of the empty room. You opened the window, light dust rubbing off your fingertips and a breeze entering your room. You sighed gazing out to the new city before you. New beginnings, new people. A bittersweetness rang at your chest, you were going to miss the closeness of living with your girls. Randomly going out together, coming home together. Late night convos.
You giggled overhearing Yuuji bicker with Nobara over the phone. This change could be nice. Different, but nice. You left the room to help move the boxes in. You sighed at the overwhelming amount of boxes stacked atop boxes. You had your work cut out for yourself.
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There was a light tap at your door as you sat at your floor unscrewing an ikea nightstand you accidentally made upside down. You scrambled to the door, āJust a sec!ā You tip toed and hopped over the never-ending heap of boxes and clothes andā¦ just stuff.
āHey,ā you swung the door open breathless, the scene behind you similar to that of an extreme hoarder. āWhat you got there?ā
Yuuji grinned holding up a bag of Chinese food, āCāmon out your room letās eat. I know you havenāt all day.ā
āWell I had a snack,ā Your stomach grumbled embarrassingly loud at the sweet smells coming from the bag. āBut I suppose I can eat.ā You squeezed by him as he giggled.
The both of you sat at the island in the kitchen, the takeout boxes and drinks lined the table. You grabbed some broccoli out of his box, āOh thats good.ā You pointed at his beef and broccoli with your chopsticks. āThis is delicious, thank you Yuuji. You really didnt have to.ā
He shook his head, bumping your shoulder with his, āOf course I did. Right of passage when moving in. Either this or pizza, I think you get cursed if you eat anything else your first day.ā
You reached for a fortune cookie, handing him one as well, āYou may be onto something with that. I think my last place got cursed cause I didnāt do that.ā
He grinned, āsee?ā He cracked open the cookie and read the fortune aloud, āDo it scared.ā He frowned, already digging in the bag for another cookie. āThats a boring one, whats yours say?ā
You hummed, cracking yours and reading aloud, āThe past will find its way back to you. Itās up to you to accept it.ā You frowned, āWell thats ominous.ā
āGood fortune is in your future!ā Yuuji exclaimed, his attention already shifting, āI knew I just had to get a different one.ā
You rolled your eyes, āWhenās your brother coming back? I wanna introduce myself so he doesnāt think some random girl is just walking around.ā
Yuuji shrugged, āHeās always out, he has to work late hours. Got class at early times. Like at one point we werenāt seeing each other for a whole week cause of how late he was coming home.ā
āWow, busy guy.ā Your eyes grazed over the little trinkets and decor around the place, āI assume he did all this?ā
He glanced up from his noodles and nodded. āYeah heās way more creative than I am. You gonna eat that?ā
You shook your head leaning the container towards him. āWell, whenever I do run into him Iām excited to meet him. He has good taste.ā
āSounds like you already have a crush on him.ā
āShut up.ā He giggled as you bumped him with your elbow. āI was just saying we might connect with our creative sides.ā
āMhm. If you got a crush on my brother just say that.ā
āYouāre so annoying.ā You went to the trash can tidying the space until you heard the keys rattling the front door as it unlocked. āOh look, itās your brother coming home that I do not have a crush on.ā
The man entered head down, exhaustion rolling off his shoulders as he stepped in. You prepared your friendly introduction until he looked up at you. Familiar eyes meeting yours. You squinted, no it couldnāt be. Your eyes darted between those dark eye bags, that tall figure, the long hair. His mouth was agape as he stared at you, his eyes darting around at everything but you.
āNo way.ā You whispered under your breath.
Yuuji glanced up, āHey man, we got some Chinese food if youāre hungry. Saved some chow mein for you. Eat it while itās still warm.ā
Choso looked like heād seen a ghost. He tried smiling at Yuuji but it was more of a grimace. āThankā¦ youā¦.ā He said as if it was his first time speaking.
Yuuji looked between you two before clearing his throat. He pointed behind himself at you. āSorry, this is our new roomate, weāve been friends for a while.ā He nodded to Choso. āThis is my brother Choso. Have you twoā¦ met already?ā
You came back to reality. You looked between the men, unsure if it was worth telling Yuuji about the failed one night stand you two shared.
You both spoke at the same time.
āOh no, Iā we haventāā
Choso nodded, āYesāOr no. Not officially it wasāā
āWeve yāknow seen each other just nothing uhm. Yeah. Never mind. Nice to meet youā¦ Choso.ā You nodded, scanning for more trash to throw away.
He cleared his throat, rubbing his neck, āUhm thank youā I mean nice meeting you too. Formally.ā
You winced. Way to be discreet.
āIām gonna head to my room.ā He pointed. Leaving you and Yuuji alone again.
There was a beat of silence.
āWhat was that?ā
āThat? Nothing it was justā¦ nothing. Donāt worry about it.ā
Yuujiās brows furrowed until a look passed over his face. āYou two slept with each other.ā
You threw a chopstick at him making him duck, āShut up! No we didnāt. Nothing happened I mean we justā¦ We only made out it was nothing.ā
He guffawed, āNo way! He didnāt tell me about this. So technically you do kinda have a crush on my brother thenā¦ā
You glared at him, āItās not like that.ā You stuffed more trash down the bin. āDonāt try to get involved either Yuuji.ā
āWhat!? I wasnāt going to. I mean if you need help going all the way this time I can be your wingāā
You slammed the bin closed. āGoodnight Yuuji!ā You sped to your bedroom. Throwing yourself onto your bed. The only thing that you and Yuuji were able to fully put together so far.
Of course this would happen to you. Your failed one night stand became your roomate and now you would likely spend your time ducking and weaving to avoid him until the lease was up. You groaned into your pillow. Would you ever know peace?
ceo!choso who is stressed after work but doesn't like drinking at home because his much younger half-brother (a result from his father's many, many affairs) yuuji is there, and he doesn't want to set a bad example. he goes to the same upscale restaurant/rooftop bar, and he's struck by how pretty the hostess ā you ā are. it's a slow night, and as you pace around the restaurant back and forth, he calls for your attention and the two of you spend the night having the best conversation of choso's life. he's never felt more connected with anyone else before, and one things leads to another, and the two of you are in a hotel room. whispers of i don't normally do this are shared by the two of you, but there's something magnetic about him, something that seems to pull you two together, that you just go with it.
he has to get back home to yuuji and he leaves a note for you to wake up to, but the note ends up falling off the nightstand, somehow ending up underneath the bed. you never see it, so you never know to reach out to him or how to contact him, and when a few weeks go by, you're not sure if you'll ever see that stranger again. which is awful, considering that he's the father of your child. one night of saying fuck it to rational thinking, and now you're going to be a single mother with an elementary teacher's salary.
on the night of the elementary's open house where your new students will get to meet you for the first time before school starts, you don't expect to see him again, walking in with a tailored suit and tie and holding the hand of the most adorable pink-haired first grader you've ever seen.
On a University city trip, someone's got to share a hotel room with Nanami Kento, the class's misunderstood loner...and it's going to be you.
Warnings: College AU! Nanami Kento x Reader, double loss of virginity, "just one bed", heavy make-out, PIV creampie, dry humping, fingering, handjob, both reader and Nanami aged 19
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Nanami Kento wore the awkward bearing of a young man who was surprised by the man he was growing to be. Being uniquely in possession of those excellent traits which were overlooked by girls, but adored by women, he had outgrown himself, from personality to hair, and was unsure how to wear it. Not yet having grown the confidence to lean into his character, and own it, he had been written off by the girls in your class as sullen, boring, miserable-- a downer.
All the girls, that is, except for you. And this was how you found yourself to be sharing a hotel room with Kento, on your thesis research trip to Kyoto.
"--made a mistake with the bookings, we're several rooms short--"
'--well we can share a bed, that's fine, but I'm not sharing with him--"
"--I dunno...I don't think he'd try anything, I just...want to have fun, that's all, and he's a bit..."
You scoffed, pinching the bridge of your nose as the other young women spoke amongst themselves. Kento had not arrived, and yet, was the talk of the group. As the only young man in the class, he had maintained a respectful, professional distance from the young women in it. It had earned him what you thought was a rather undeserved reputation.
Where the others saw uptight, you saw diligence. Where they saw boring, you saw reserved. Where others saw sarcastic, you saw hilarious. Where they saw grumpy, you saw rage against the machine.
In truth, you had long-since harboured an obsession with Kento. His hushed intensity was magnetic, and carried a mass you longed to draw you in. While others saw you as opposites, you saw yourself and Kento as each others' perfect foil. Matching puzzle pieces. Each others' missing ingredient.
And, god, you ached for him, alone at night with your hand drifting downwards. And you would not let him be treated like a leper.
"For goodness' sake, I'll share with Kento." You piped up, seeing the other girls all look round at you. Their eyes drifted, widening in surprise at something behind you, and you did not hear the hotel lobby door swing open and closed outside of your view. "In fact, I'd be delighted to share with him. I'm sure he'll be just as funny and respectful as he always is."
"You think I'm funny."
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the question framed as a statement, and spun round to face Kento...but not as you knew him. You stuttered.
"Oh, wow, Kento...your hair..."
Gone was the sloppy, loping fringe. Instead, Kento's honey-blond hair was neatly parted, undercut, framing his face. All of a sudden, he was so...handsome. Kento glowered down at you, impassive and unreadable. He gave one baleful hum at your assessment of him.
"I assume something happened with the room bookings, then. For you to wind up stuck with me." Before you could answer, Kento pulled his phone out of his pocket, turning back to the doorway with one enormous hand grasping his suitcase handle. "You shouldn't have to make a decision to your detriment. It's not your fault. I'll find somewhere else to sta--"
Kento was interrupted, by your hand clasping over his on his suitcase handle. A grunt of surprise left his lips, at the feel of your dainty hand on his. He looked down at them, his expression always somewhere between anger and irritation. You knew better.
"Stay with me. We...get along well. We always have." Kento scowled, his eyes flickering behind you to the other girls, who, while surprised by how a simple haircut could alter Kento so, were sticking to their guns.
"I don't need your pity." Kento sniped, his voice low and earthy, "I'm perfectly happy to le--"
"And I'm perfectly happy to share. Stop being so headstrong and listen to me."
Kento bristled, looking torn between argument and agreement. As the others collected their keys, filing off to their respective rooms, you awaited his decision. With a huff, Kento fetched your room key, and headed off down the corridor. You fizzed with excitement at the prospect of spending more time with him, and suppressed it, following him with an air of assumed solemnity.
The airs and graces were soon dropped, when the door to your room swung shut behind you and Kento, and you found it to have--
"...just one bed. Shit." Kento's face twisted in discomfort, his Adams apple bobbing deliciously as he swallowed. His eyes trailed down to you, and caught your blush as if it were contagious. He turned to grasp the door handle again, stuttering, so unlike himself.
"Couldn't possibly-- absolutely not appropriate-- my mistake entirely-- find somewhere else--"
"Will you? Find somewhere else, I mean?" Kento faltered, his grip on the door handle loosening. He looked at you with something akin to dread. "On cherry blossom week? In historic Kyoto?" By the time you were finished talking, Kento had deflated like a sad party animal.
Night had long since fallen. You heard the laughter, baths and showers running, from the girls in the adjacent rooms. Your confidence was a total mask, as you opened your suitcase, rummaging inside for pyjamas. Your heart pounded in your chest, made all the worse by Kento's silent, tortured appraisal of you. You realised, with a jolt, that you had brought nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear to wear to bed.
Beneath his eyes, you were transparent. He felt the tension roll off you in waves. Kento cleared his throat, his ears red, a youthful flush across his nose.
"I'll-- I'll go shower." He offered, considering trying to drown himself. He heard you hum, speaking absentmindedly.
"Go on. Smelly boy." You had barely registered what you said, hearing something like a laugh from Kento as he swung the bathroom door closed behind him. You threw yourself face down on the bed, muffling your cries of anguish into a pillow. Kento leaned against the shower wall as water tumbled down his back, trying not to think with his cock, and failing miserably, cursing his body for its feral stupidity.
You remained face down on the bed. Trying to think unsexy thoughts was murder. You had always wondered how Kento looked, long and tight beneath old band t-shirts. You'd had the briefest glimpse of his abs and happy trail once, when he reached above you to switch the projector on in class. How you had restrained yourself from leaning in and licking the soft skin of his navel was beyond you. The thought of the noise he would have made, alone, had kept you going for weeks. The way you caught him looking at you in class the next day, took you the rest of the way.
"Shower's free." You sat bolt upright, your brain short-circuiting to see Kento stood at the bathroom door in nothing but pyjama trousers, steam billowing out across broad shoulders and swept back hair. You forced your mask back into place.
"Thought you'd died in there." You offered, not as casual as you sounded. You fumbled your shower bag and pyjamas out of your bag, and made your way to the bathroom. You and Kento danced awkwardly, trying to skirt round each other. With a grunt of irritation, Kento grasped your upper arms, moving you effortlessly around him into the bathroom. His touch was scalding. You wouldn't possibly make it through the weekend.
By the time you headed out of the shower, tugging at your t-shirt to make it cover more of your thighs, you blushed to your toes to see Kento sat up in bed, bare chested and reading. He read the same sentence over, and over, and over, trying with broken determination not to track his eyes up your legs, and imagine how you tasted between them. Feeling you hurriedly slip into bed beside him made his cock jump, and he reached out with a fumbling hand, switching off the light without warning.
Only the faint bathroom light illuminated the room. You both lay, backs to each other, on opposite sides of the bed. The silence grew oppressively heavy. You felt lightheaded, barely breathing, hyperaware of every noise and movement your bodies made. You were paralysed by thoughts of his honey-rich voice, his lightly freckled shoulders itching to be touched, how it would feel to be trapped beneath him while he fell apart above you.
"I'm sorry." You blinked, hearing Kento's apologetic rumble.
"...what are you sorry for?"
"This...this situation. I know I'm no fun to be around. And I've made my peace with that. But you--"
"You are fun. Very fun. I'm...not going to punish you for being an introvert."
Kento was quiet on his side of the bed, but no more relaxed. You had gathered the guts to reach one hand across the sheets to him, before he threw the covers aside, and moved to sit up.
"You need your own space. I'll sleep on the sofa." The 'sofa' sat at the end of the bed, barely more than a loveseat, and you snatched a hand out, grabbing Kento round the bicep. You almost shivered at the hard cords of muscle there, thicker than your hand by far, barely grasping on as Kento tensed.
"No. You're taller than me. I'll sleep on the sofa--"
"--absolutely not--"
"--stop being such a fucking gentleman and let me--"
"--I'm not a gentleman, it's just basic manners--"
"--listen, I feel fine, just come and share--"
"--offer some mad girl a bed and suddenly you're a gentleman--"
"Kento, please just come to bed with me."
Kento's brain stuttered, now. He rolled to face you, his whole body on fire, trying to sound calm. He was an open book, to you. You felt every nerve ending of your skin put to the flame.
"...come to bed...with you?" You moved to roll away and cover your face with your hands, indescribably mortified. Kento couldn't allow it-- not when he'd daydreamed about this for so long. He grasped your hands, rolling you back over to face him. He looked awkward, not used to his own strength, as you flipped back over with a squeak, and a weak apology from Kento. You had never noticed the beautiful whiskey depths of his eyes, before.
You were lost for words. The tables had turned so suddenly, you had no idea on which side you sat. Kento scoffed, a faint blush on his high cheekbones, scowling into a corner of the room. The silence thickened again. Kento huffed a laugh.
"Go to sleep. I'll...I'll just play some games for a while." He did not want to. He wanted to flip you over again, to hear that squeak again, wondering if you'd squeak or moan when he pressed his weeping length into your--
"Oh...what games did you bring?" Your eyes lit up, sparkling, sitting up in bed with a bounce. Kento melted. He wanted to put you in his pocket. He could manage the urges, but the affection overwhelmed him and he stuttered, fumbling for words.
"Because..." Kento waited on bated breath, your lips plush and parted, crawling just-so towards him on the bed, seeing how your breasts shifted between your arms beneath that fucking t-shirt and maybe she would want this too fuck we wouldn't come out all weekend once we've tasted each other fuck if she were my girlfriend she'd be my whole world wouldn't ask for anything else ever again--
"...because I'm desperate for a Gengar actually but I haven't got anyone to trade my Haunter with and--"
"Oh. I need a Golem."
"Oh."
"Nice."
You both rummaged in your bags, grabbing your GameBoys, and you swore, trying to find the cable to connect them. Kento raised his eyebrows, scooting himself back beside you in bed, and crossing his long legs.
"Really? You brought one? Who did you think was gonna trade with you, one of them out there--"
"I'll be honest, I was relying on you, Kento, like I always do." Kento's ears reddened. He moved to sweep back the fringe he no longer had. Instead, his long fingers swept back through his neat parting, mussing commas of blond over his forehead, in a way that made you want to do the same until his hair was a mess and he was groaning.
"What-- what are you doing?" Kento asked, his voice catching in his throat. His chest felt tight. His whole being zeroed in on where your skin stroked his. You caught yourself, and curled your toes away, to Kento's disappointment. "It-- it's okay...you don't have to stop." Your games were ignored now, defunct in distracted hands.
You swallowed, the air thick with tension around you. He was so close, you could smell the residue of his cologne, and the natural masculine smell of him, earthy beneath freshly washed skin. The side of your breast, bare beneath your t-shirt, rested against his bicep. You felt his bicep clench, grazing your nipple. He felt the pebbled snag of your nipple against his arm. He knew he'd combust if he didn't feel your skin on his soon; knew his fragile resolve was breaking.
Your foot cautiously stretched back down, the sensitive skin of your toes stroking against the top of Kento's foot. You felt him shiver again, putting his GameBoy down with a grunt, his eyebrows drawn together with am arm over his eyes.
"Do you...like it when I touch you?"
Kento grumbled under his breath, his mouth twisted in faint derision. "Don't be cruel." You blushed, reaching out for his hand. Kento tangled his fingers in yours, pressing the back of your hand to his twitching thigh, and trailing featherlight fingertips over your palm and inner wrist, an erogenous zone you never knew you had until he elicited a shudder from you.
"See." Kento whispered, lightly stroking the spot on your inner arm that connected curiously to your clit and nipples, a fine gold thread of liquid arousal. "You like it, too. So if you don't mean anything by this, just stop. Don't...don't play games with me." He took his fingers away, and you almost whimpered, chasing his touch, begging.
"No, Kento, wait-- please...don't stop."
Kento short-circuited. He had never been so close to the fabled pleasure of anothers' body. Pornography had little impact for one without the flesh-memory of erotic touch. Kento's cock was thick, now, throbbing. You dropped your head to his shoulder, sighing with bliss as his trembling fingers resumed their butterfly kisses to your wrist. The growing tent in his pyjamas, and the way he spread his thighs aside to accommodate his erection, made your mouth water.
Kento shifted, his body moving on instinct, until he was tentatively leaning over you. He wanted to watch your face as he stroked your wrist, examining its fine little tendons and veins, and examining how you arched, your mouth parted, your t-shirt rucking up until he could see the warm squidge of your belly above your underwear. His voice was husky, thoughtful.
"You'd...you'd stop me, right? If you didn't want this?"
"Yeah, I...yeah. But I-- I don't want you to. I want m--"
Kenti bowed his head to drink the unfinished words off your lips, knowing you wanted more just as much as he did. He grunted against the taste of you, his lips shuddering and uncertain, only hoping his sincerity came through. Kissing him back hard, your lips and tongues clashed, both instinctual, hungry, tasting. You and Kento spurred each other on, your mutual desperation rising exponentially with each nip of the lips, each tongue thrust into each others' mouth, each moan snatched and devoured between kisses.
Your hands sunk into each others' hair, ruffling, teasing, pulling, and you whimpered into Kento's mouth at the massage of his fingertips over your scalp. You were drunk. You had to be drunk, so high off the spontaneity of a moment you thought would be planned to a T.
Kento's mouth wandered, pressing and sucking sharp little lovebites into you on his way down your neck. You had ended up tangled around him, beneath him, the tip of his cock almost escaping beneath his waistband. Riding on buckish young urgency, Kento's broad hand had risen to grope your breast, possessive, trembling against the urge to squeeze you too hard. When you whimpered, arching into his touch, his mind flew back to him, shocked and ashamed by his stunning lack of self-control.
"Sorry," Kento gasped, his mouth and hand flying off you as if burnt, "fuck, sorry, 'msosorry--"
He broke off at the sight of you. Strewn, your hair scrunched against the pillow, with love-swollen lips and roses blooming on your neck, you were serene; for him. Thrown like petals onto the sheets, all for him and his mouth and his hands. Kento felt the fog descend again, dampening his judgement, for the instinctual urge to fuck.
"Have you...have you ever..." You felt Kento's meaning. His voice was rough, deep as the valley, and hewn with stone. You shook your head, still supple and dopey from his attentions. Kento's held breath released in one husky groan. He swallowed, shaking his head down at you.
"No, I...me neither. Always wondered, always--" Always what? Always daydreamed about it almost constantly? Always chastised himself for being such a fucking animal? But, the look in your eyes as you drank him in. Kento and you met on that clouded bridge, in the middle. Your pussy ached with promise.
Kento's hand came to settle slowly on your breast again, delighted by the way you pressed into him. His fingers grazed down over your nipple, reaching the hem of your shirt, brushing upwards.
"I can...can I? Please?"
"Please. Please, yes please, god."
"Fuck...I can't...cant believe it-- finally--" Kento didn't seem to realise he was moaning his inner thoughts aloud, rucking your t-shirt up like unwrapping a gift. As your breast freed, Kento shuddered again, slanted brown eyes scrutinising your body with analytical intent, committing you to memory.
His hand ghosted over your tummy, tracing dimples and stretch marks on the way, before curling around your breast, giving the gentlest of squeezes. The noise that left his mouth was somewhere between a cough and a moan. Still possessed by a haze of need, his mouth dipped down, tongue flicking out over your nipple, before capturing it with his mouth as you arched again, keening. He pressed into your arch, one arm planted above your head, the opposite hand rolling your other breast between keen fingers.
He couldn't help but rock the straining underside of his cock against your barely-covered pussy. The material between you was so thin, you could feel the whole length of him, and the tapering shape of his bulbous tip as it snagged against your clit. Kento knew he'd cum like this, if he wasn't careful, and shivered at the idea of spilling his seed all over your belly. He brushed away his hurrying peak, so determined was he that you'd cum before him.
"--keep--keep doing that...Kentoooo--oooh, feels so good--"
A rush of competitive pride burned through him. He couldn't help but murmur against your spit-slick nipple, nuzzling it with his nose.
"Keep telling me...what feels good. Make sure I'm not selfish, 'cos I--I'll just take if you don't--"
Suddenly hyperaware of your own body and how you must look, dopey and blissful as you chased pleasure by rutting his length between your legs, you stopped, and Kento huffed.
"I can hear you--thinking you look stupid-- and you don't--" He scowled down at you, his voice hoarse and strained between heavy grunts of ecstasy. "Will you cum? Like...like that?" Kento nodded down towards where you had been rolling your pussy against him. You tried to pull an arm over your eyes, blushing, extraordinarily embarrassed. Kento tangled his fingers in yours, pressing them over your head.
"Hey-- hey-- listen, I'll...I'll let you see me cum...if you let me see you. Please." You swallowed, mouth watering at the thought of watching Kento break, such sincere fascination trickling down your spine.
"...okay." You answered, uncharacteristically meek. Kento huffed another laugh.
"Good girl." You blushed from hairline to toes, involuntarily bucking up against Kento with his words. He began to rut against you again, the friction good but not quite right, not as good as it could be. You threw caution to the wind.
"Hang-- hang on, I'll just..." You reached a hand down beneath your panties, parting your labia just enough for Kento's heavy length to snag harder against your clit.
Kento's eyes zeroed in on the creamy white discharge on your fingers as you pulled your hand out, and when he continued his motions, you fell supple and needy beneath him again, groaning with the pleasure of his bulbous tip and the ridge beneath it, catching your clit. Pleasure bloomed through you, so much closer to orgasm than you had thought.
"--don't stop--" You begged, arching up towards Kento until he fucked down harder with a broken growl, his own need to cum eclipsed by your pleasure. Drawing one nipple deeper into his mouth, and lubricating the other with his spit to roll it fluidly between his fingers, Kento learned fast, playing you like an instrument until your mouth gaped in a silent cry, your first orgasm received from another, roaring through you in waves.
Kento kept humping against you, not recognising that you had reached your peak. He faltered, hips stuttering and panting as you groaned, squirming and writhing, groping at him with desperate, fucked-out hands. Kento was obsessed, a spurt of pre-cum adding to the slick he'd already made between your legs. Utterly besotted, his slim eyes wide with blown pupils, he shakily raised one hand to stroke your hair, kissing your forehead through the bliss, shushing you with whispered praise.
"--so cute...look so pretty...thank you-- thank you--"
As you came down from your high, you heard him thanking you, and laughed, trying to cover your face as he batted your hands away, playful and smirking. Biting your lip, emboldened by post-nut confidence, you slid your hand down to grip Kento's clothed, pulsing cock. He stilled above you with a grunt, looking so angry again as that feral, desperate haze descended. You begged him, hushed and soft.
"Can I...feel it?" Kento's thoughts burst with single-minded relief. He nodded, breath catching in his chest, allowing you to roll him over onto the bed until you were lying on your side beside him. You stroked his clothed length, fascinated, watching every reaction with cruel innocence.
Unsure how to handle him, you faltered as your hand began to slip inside his pyjamas. Kento had one arm slung over his face, still scowling, wanting desperately to watch you play with his cock, but too self-conscious.
"Here, I'll--" Kento reached down, shucking his pyjamas down until his cock released. Kento seemed embarrassed by his size, distinctly bigger than average, and thick, his pink tip peeking out from beneath his foreskin. Mistaking the cause of your silence for disgust, Kento grimaced behind his forearm, apologising.
"--shit, 'msorry, I know I-I'm--"
"...wow." Your breathless little gasp, followed by your hand immediately circling round Kento's cock, sent his mind blank again, watching you with dumb adoration as you examined the weight of his cock in your hand. Your hand gripped him, stroking from ball to tip with an inexperienced squeeze that had Kento grunting, gasping and bucking beneath you. It didn't matter that you had clearly never handled an erection in your life; for Kento, who had never been stroked by a woman looking at his cock and face with hungry, adoring eyes, he was being rushed towards a toe-curling orgasm.
Your hand stopped immediately, and Kento snarled, before gasping, momentarily shocked by his visceral reaction to being teased just to the edge of completion. Your pupils dilated, obscenely aroused by the strange danger of a furiously needy man about to cum in your hand. You were lost in the tease, lowering your head and maintaining eye contact as you threatened your lips just over the tip of Kento's cock.
"...stop?"
Kento was glazed, eyebrows tilted, looking uncharacteristically concerned, darting between your mouth, and your eyes, and back again. His nose flared with hot little pants. A barely perceptible shake of the head. You smiled, laying the flat of your tongue against the tip of Kento's cock, and licking over the bulbous head with an incoordinate pump of his length.
Kento's moan rumbled from his chest outwards, muffled as he bit into his own arm, his mind blown by the wet little sucks of his cockhead that he'd imagined only in his wettest dreams. He hurtled with breakneck speed towards his peak, finishing with frantic bucks and begs.
Kento came with an uncontrollable roar of pleasure, both arms gripping the pillow beneath his head, biceps straining, balls clenching. You pulled free of his cock with a wet pop and a little cry of surprise, when the first spurt of cum salted your tongue.
You continued to stroke him, obsessed with the jerk of him in your hand, the way he groaned, low and long, with each stripe of thick, white seed up his belly. It was only after the twitches had ceased, his cock sluggish against his belly, that Kento began to gasp like a fish out of water and gripped his hand around yours.
The words left your mouth before you even thought to stop them, a years old masturbatory kink suddenly within reach. "Can you cum like that inside me?"
Kento stared at you in mute shock, his neat new haircut mussed beyond repair. His post-cum brain struggled to process your request. You frantically babbled to reassure him.
"--I--I mean no condom--and hear me out hear me out-- I've got good protection-- and and I've never and you've never so we won't catch anything--"
Kento was above you, flipping you onto your back and suckling at your neck again within seconds. You heard his oddly grown-man chastisement into your neck, while his body moved in the total opposite direction.
"So fucking irresponsible-- just just "oooooh cum inside me Kento" just like that, fuck-- do you think I'm--I'm fucking stupid? Sh...shit...fucking yes please I can't believe I'm doing this--"
Kento's cock had barely softened, graced by the barely-there refractory period of youth. He was thick, heavy, and dragging down your belly. You were just as frantic as him, kicking off your underwear and watching Kento hyperfocus again; this time, on your bare sex, right before his eyes.
He knelt back, gripping himself in his fist as if holding himself back. Feeling his sharp eyes penetrate you, you moved to close your legs. Kento looked at you as if you were mad, batting your thighs aside with his knees as you covered your face, mortified.
"Beautiful." He berated, rubbing his fingers through the cum spattered on his belly, and sinking them down to glide cautiously between your labia. You gasped, squirming, and Kento watched his fingers coat with your slick with a gulp, feeling a fresh burst of blood engorge his cock until he ached.
He leaned to his bag, rummaging and cursing, before coming back up with a bottle of lube. You shot Kento a look and he shot you a look in return, berating you again with a voice stricter than fitting for his age; "I was expecting a room of my own."
"Oh yeah? How's that working out for you?"
"Very well actually-- stop laughing or I'll--"
"...you'll what? Make me?" You asked, coy. Kento let out a strangled little groan, and pinched the bridge of his nose as you laughed.
"...don't even...dont even know what you're asking...idiot--" Kento huffed as you drew a crooked smile out of him, your joyful muffled giggles a natural balm to his baseline rage. You stilled again, breathless as you watched him stroke his pulsing cock, your throat dry with voyeuristic anticipation. Kento panted, beyond embarrassment and hanging on by a thread.
Kento stroked some lube between your puffy folds, eyes heavy as you squirmed, prodding one finger softly at your entrance. You stilled beneath him, holding your breath. Kento tangled your fingers in his.
"Breathe." He hummed, and as you released a shaking breath, Kento began to ease one slick finger inside you. Your mouth dropped open, eyes closed beneath raising eyebrows, as Kento slid his long finger into you all the way to his knuckle. He hadn't realised he was holding his breath until he felt lightheaded.
"...you...you feel...fuck, incredible, so--so tight..." Kento whispered, his voice low and gravelly, that same primal urge to fuck immediately into you threatening to cloud his brain. By the way you gazed up at him, still and supple, you would probably let him too and he could just push right in and--
"...we'll take it slow," Kento reassured you, tight and tense, "...and I'll stop straight away if...if it hurts."
Your eyelids fluttered to feel Kento's thick tip prod at your entrance, sure he wouldn't fit until he pressed forwards, and you stretched like you'd never stretched before. You bit your lip against the faint sting, nodding urgently and gripping Kento's thighs as he looked at you in concern.
Kento was lost in the moment, his eyes zeroing in on where he gradually sheathed himself inside you. He'd never felt such exquisite pleasure, obsessed by how your plush walls moulded to the shape of him, sucking him in, slick and tight. You squeaked, biting into Kento's shoulder as he bore down on you, his cock almost sunk to the hilt. He stilled as he bottomed out, his fingertips bruising on your hip, trembling with jagged groans.
You felt so strangely placid, full, and wrapping your legs around the small of Kento's back to lock him inside you. The brief sting, the belly-deep ache, left you feeling like you had made a blooming transition from girl to woman in one deep thrust. Kento drank you in, pressing a long, lingering kiss to your lips and mumbling against them.
"...'m not gonna last long." Kento was possessed, pulling out a little before rutting into you again, delighted by your gasp, determined to break more noises out of you. His usual gentle nature was becoming quickly overrun by a firm, authoritative edge, not knowing yet how this would come to define him as a man.
Kento rocked into you, shallowly at first, before gaining the confidence that he wouldn't break you. By the time he had built a rhythm, pumping into you through sweaty pants, your breaths mingling together, he felt the drag of orgasm approaching him fast. Kento's imagination could never have matched up to the reality of dragging his cock through such nectar.
Any time Kento tried to talk, he broke off into anguished pants and groans into your throat, sinking his teeth there for a moment, seemingly irritated by how sloppy he'd become.
Hearing you whimper and squeak as he moved within you offered him some condolence for being a speechless mess, at least.
Though you knew you wouldn't cum from this alone, you were lost in the addictive feeling of being full and fucked into by Kento chasing an instinctual high. You couldn't help but let your fingers wander downwards, rubbing your clit beneath them. The thick pressure in your belly made your pleasure three-dimensional, so much better than your fingers alone.
Kento was a quiet lover, saying more through heated glances and lingering touches than he ever could through words. Knowing he was holding back for fear of hurting you, you whispered against his ear, sending ripples down his spine.
"--harder-- pleasepleaseplease--"
"Fffuck okay...this?" Kento sunk into you to the hilt and jabbed, urging himself deeper, earning a guttural groan as his cockhead pressed against your cervix and soft-spot. He nodded into your neck, shuddering deeply. "Th-this...yeah...oh fuck, yeah..." Your toes curled against the back of his thighs, and you sobbed with the bone-deep adoration of his kisses to your womb. Kento's restraint snapped, tilting your hips as he gripped you, holding nothing else back.
Kento sped up, driving himself inside you with total abandon, his breaths coming out as spitting curses and groans. Finally, he strained above you, his moans breaking and peaking, unable to hold off any longer;
"--gonna...gonna...cum in you for--for-fucking-ever-- nnggh--"
Watching Kento break and spill himself inside you, his cock jerking with long, painfully pleasurable contractions, was the erotic vision you had sought your whole adult life. Hurriedly working your fingers until your own high hit you, had Kento collapsing on top of you to feel your pussy clenching around him, milking him of every little drop of seed.
Kento was silent, his corded back clenching over you. You nuzzled into his ear, pressing kisses along his jaw until he gave you his lips with a groan. Pulling gently out, and replacing his cock with his fingertips so he could feel how his seed dripped from your cunt, had Kento wondering vaguely how he'd ever use a condom now he'd tasted the ripe-peach of you without a barrier.
You nipped Kento's neck, jolting him back to reality. Glossy doe-eyes glimmered up at him in the dark; and you, desperate to feel full again, completely addicted to him as he was to you.
"...again?"
"...give-- give me a minute."
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"Heard some strange noises coming out of your room last night."
You kept your face innocently neutral at the breakfast table the next morning. You tipped your head to the side, inquisitive, as if you didn't feel multiple thick loads of Kento's seed soaking your underwear.
"Oh?"
"Mhm." A knowing stare from the other girls at the table. Kento sat down, clearing his throat, his plate piled with what should have been an embarrassing number of pastries.
"Her Gengar's really strong actually. I wasn't ready for it. I thought Machamp would be a good choice, but--"
The other girls had already lost interest, turning their conversations elsewhere. Kento looked up at you from the other end of the table as you mouthed oh my god at him. He was inscrutable, apart from his twinkling eyes.
į”“źŖ« sum. who would have thought that the #1 camboy in your city was no one other than your virgin roommate gojo, whoās totally putting on a show for his fangirls. he talks too much, but maybe you can shut his mouth and put his sweetened little fantasies to reality.
wc. 5.8k
warnings. fem! reader, camboy!gojo, college au, gojo's a virgin, switch! gojo, unprotected, dirty talk, he gets pĆŗssy drunk quick, overstim, "good boy" usage, cunnilıngus, premature ejaculating, nipple play, lots of spıt, handjÅbs.
if someone would have told you that your loser of of a roommate who stuffs his mouth with a bit too many sweets, cries at romcoms, and is just an overall dork was a camboy, youād call them crazy. batshit crazy even, yet thatās exactly what happenedā
gojo was rightfully one of the top camboys in the city, probably in the world too. he was sort of a household name, it was more of a side hustle for him. he did it only for the moneyāsure, he adored his fans, even the ones that went a little too extreme with the provocative thirsting. but thatās all part of the job, heās about seven months strong in his little gig. every saturday and sunday, he logs on under the user of: @/GOJOSLUTORU.
the moment that same notification pops up that heās live, a plethora of his fans join immensely, wondering just what their favorite camboy satoru was up to today. his streams would last for a good two hoursālonger sometimes if it was some kind of special event where heād reach a massive amount of donations, a special treat for his fans. gojo was beloved for his flirty personality, heād make his fangirls swoon with his words, despite knowing full well he doesnāt know the first thing on how to please a lady.
thatās until you came alongāmore like catching him right in the act. it couldnāt have been any more embarrassing though. eleven thousand eyes were cheering him on, showering him with lewd "good boy" praises until you drop your bag.
āsatoru?ā you utter, curling your brow into a surprised furrow once you take in the scene in front of you. tossing the spare set of keys into the bin, you glance at your roommateāhe freezes mid stroke with the most flustered expression. his hands were a bit ā¦ occupied, and a glimpse of a familiar cloth you once wore catches your eye. āare those my panties?ā
ānoā¦.?ā
with a deadpan, your shoulders drop before you drag your feet towards him to take a quicker look. oh, those were definitely your panties. so thatās where they ran off too. gojo tries to shield his nude exposed lower half with a nearby towel but itās no useāyou saw everything you needed to see.
āanywhooo,ā he swallows, taking a brief peer at his chat that was flooding with all types of questions. they wanted to see you, they wanted to see gojoās pretty roommate who heās always rambling about on stream. clearing his throat, he runs a hand through his hair before pitching his tone. he tries to sound more attractive but ends up butchering right away, stuttering at his first pathetic sentence. ā i- i didnāt think youād get here so early. how was the exam?ā
āit was ā¦ fine,ā you mumble, barely acknowledging his words. your mind was racing vigorously, trying to process how youād just seen your roommate half naked. going up behind him, you lean in towards his neat set upāyou grew a bit curious, immediately, your eyes meet the other eyes that stare back at you. near the top right displayed his large following of eight hundred thousand, the top left displays his current view count, a whopping amount of almost twelve thousand. peeking at the chat, youāre met with dozens of freshly new comments saying how pretty you are, asking if youāre his girlfriend he always talks about, and so on. āyouāre a camboy?ā
āheh, camboyās kind of an exaggeration but,ā and heās nervous, you can hear the slight tremor in his voice. itās cute, gojo was prepared for you to judge him for his side hustle but instead you donāt. he relaxes a bit, shifting his attention away from his crude chat and towards you. āi like to label myself as a um, streamer..ā
you have a growing simper. āi donāt think streamers usually get naked for their audience,ā and you take a quick stare at his attireāhe was practically shirtless, his boxers were covered although he was wearing some kind of tank that had āsubmissive and breedableā printed on the very front. you furrow your eyebrow, though you choose not to question it. his nervously sly smile only grows once he catches your eyes quite literally checking him out. glancing at the comments again, you hum. āwhy do they keep asking if iām your girlfriend? you donāt have a girlfr-ā
āwoah, s-shut up!ā he whines, cupping a hand over your mouth. you giggle, feeling the warmth of his palm rub against your lips. gojo lowers his voice, speaking in a faint whisper. āthey think youāre my girlfriend,ā and he peels his hand away before running a finger down his nape. āi told them that because-ā
āsatoru,ā you roll your eyes, noticing how he was quite stiff with his body language. being this close to you, your mere elegant fragerence was so exhilarating for him. you made him this nervous, truth be told ; you were far too caught up in your academics to even realize your roommate had a little crush on you. however, you do wish you found out in a more ā¦ non less of a lewd way, a way where he wasnāt caught red-handed fondling with a pair of your pretty sage-colored panties. with a sigh, you mumble to him. āyou wanna fuck, donāt you?ā
thatās definitely not what he thought you was gonna say,
with pouty shimmery lips, gojoās eyes widen before a sheepish grin marinates against his features. āpft. do i wanna fuck, whaaat?ā and he doesnāt even last a second before sighing, dropping his head down in defeat. āy-yes..ā
the ringing from his monitor ā dozens of women sending him gifts, tickets, donations, begging for their favorite camboy to notice him only gets more disruptive.
the ringing grows louder, the repetitive chiming sound of bells, the blaring notification it makes whenever someone sends him a sweet contribution. pretty soon, he was on the verge of meeting yet another goal. ever since you got spotted on the stream, his viewer count doubled.
āwell, why didnāt you just ask? besides, thereās other ways than using my panties to get off.ā and a wave of embarrassment washes over his face. the towelās still covering his torso before he shoots you a shy smile. any closer you couldāve got to him and he thought he was gonna explode. the heat radiating from you had his head going in a crazed ditz. stroking his cheek, you speak softly.
āiām sorry,ā he whines, bottom lip poking out. you end up sitting flat on his lap, and instinctively, the curvature of your waist was met with two big hands snaking around it. youāre so pretty like this, he wanted you so so bad. swallowing, he peeks towards his chat before you cup both of his temples to stare right back into your eyes. āi was gonna ask you but- but iāve never done this, you know,ā and the way you slide a finger behind his neck, skimming the texture of your middle finger down his undercut snatches a purr from him. āi- i want you, but i just donāt know what to do with like .. i wanna make sure that i donāt embarrass myself.ā
oh, he couldnāt have been any more cuter,
you heard the slight crack in gojoās voice at the end of his candied sentences before you sling your arms over him. ādonāt be embarrassed,ā you softly reply, still straddling his lap. āi can always show you how.ā and he gulps, your voice was smooth as silk. sweet as honey, the more you strum your thumb down his undercut, the more he can hear the rapid pulse of his heart beat throb through his ears. the simplicity of your touch was enough to have him weak.
āplease..ā he murmurs in a hushed tone, loving the way how gentle, how tender you were with your touch. gojo mewls out a needy whimper, feeling a sudden tent rise near between his legs. he was hard, youād giften him a pretty solid boner and whilst you were propped up on his lap, you felt it rub against you all too well.
gojo awaits for you to make the first move, but youāre teasing . . seeing if he was going to initiate, and he does, inching his sheeny lips into yours.
your roommate pulls you into a deep kiss, he tastes like candy, candied. with your arms still occupied, wrapping around him, you glide your tongue against his, parting lips, teeth clashing amongst each other in sync. you could hear the faint sounds of whimpers run from his lips, he doesnāt exactly know what to do with his hands thoughāso gingerly, a hand of his strums down your back, giving the fabric that stuck against your skin a soft yank. he wanted you, the strain beneath his half on boxers only grows the more he starts to suck on your tongue.
heavy, wheezing breaths collide against each other, hitting each moving muscle like a wave,
heās so eager,
gojoās mind clears everything out of his head and heās just focused on you. the saccharine tang of your signature lip gloss, he tastes it and itās so delicious.
through cerulean-pristine hazed peripherals, gojo looks towards his chat to read some of the comments . .
chososdoublehomicide: i miss choso
zorosthroatwarmer293: i wanna be gojo >:( sheās so pretty
secksybabeamy: Hey hot stuff ;) Subscribe to my only fans!
throatgoatemily: His whines omg
as the kiss deepens, gojo whines once your hand slithers its way down between his legs. slowly removing the towel that sheaths his exposed body, you feel against his dick. at first touch, he whimpers, then whines, then whimpers again.
he was so pent upāyou could feel it, you were gentle with your fingers, brushing it against the length of his dick before gently wrapping a hand around its girth. gojo moans in your mouth, feeling hitched breaths arise from his lungs. he could never get enough of how fucking sweet you were,
and he didnāt even want to.
pulling away for a long gasp of fresh air, he bites his lip as he looks down to feel your hands stroke his cock. gojo had quite the staggering inches on him, he shivers at how precise your hand movements wereā
up and down,
with a hand of yours gripping over his fat length, a thumb of yours runs down the vein that coats his shaft. its pulsing, heās needy for more of your touch so bad that it sends shockwaving static to rigorously coarse through his bouquet of neurons.
āy-your hand feels so much better than mine, heh,ā he breathes, swallowing the imaginary balled up lump that resides near the back of his throat. blue irises, dilated and all stares at youāa hand reaches towards your back before his thigh starts to bounce. ānot to be weird but i kinda had a dream about this, angel.ā
āa dream about me stroking you?ā you hum, amused before sneaking a wet kiss near the crook of his twitching lips.
gojo nods wearily, forever deeply captured by your beauty. your hands swiftly resumes to stroke him, feeling the tender skin that lives near his frenulum peel back every few seconds. gojo moans, burying his face into the very depths of your neck. so desperate, he wanted more and more. āaw, is this too much? should i slow down?ā
āno.. donāt stop,ā and his desperate plea was so sweet, though he wanted to go further. you giggle once he suddenly lifts you up, dragging you towards the bed. āf-fuck, ām sorry. canāt wait anymore,ā and he hovers over you with that crazed look of total desire. ācan i ā¦ eat you out?ā
with a coy smile, youāre laid on your back as he just stands over you ā eyes gawking at your entire physique, the way your thighs were all out with the short hem of your shorts reaching against your ass. you could tell gojo was impatient, that hungry stare in his eye never once faded.
āyeah,ā you coo, parting your legs slowly. oh, you were a fucking tease.
not only were you a tease for him, you were a simple force to be reckoned with. no panties on either, gojo felt himself get hard yet again before he kneels down. with your roommate positioning himself between your legs, he lets off a soft sigh.
combing your fingers through his soft tangles, he looks up at you with a craving yet impish expression. you giggle, making him look right into your eyes. peering at his chat that was going ballistic over his girlfriend, you speak in a soft tone. ādo you know how to even eat pussy, ātoru? i can h-ā
āgirl i know how to eat pussy,ā he grumbles, and he sounds almost offended at you asking if he needed any sorts of help.
sureāgojo literally didnāt know the first thing of eating a woman out, maybe visually.
but now that heās up close, he has to stop himself from folding right then and there. so soaked, he gets a full view of your slick entrance, your pussy was the prettiest thing heās laid his eyes upon so far.
as heās a few inches a apart, with sprawled open thighsāthe last thing youād expect was for to gojo to start drooling all on your cunt. a stringy, syrupy concoction of his own saliva pours out of his mouth and onto your folds. just a quick glimpse and heās pussy drunk. fuck, heās more embarrassed than heās ever been but he canāt help it. gojo didnāt even get a taste and heās already salivating at the sight of your sopping wet arousal. a thumb of yours wipes the spit that dribbles near the corner of his mouth and he whines at your touch again before he finally digs in.
lolling out his tongue, the very tip licks near the inner moistened entrance of your pulled out labia. gojo for probably the umpteenth time lays his tongue flat before he goes all in. a broad left hand of his attach towards the fat of your thigh as he remakes a long striping lick. ās-shiiit, ātoru.ā you gasp, the coldness on his tongue taking you by sheer surprise.
the texture of it .. youāre weak, gnawing on metaphoric bars of your enclose as well as the skin on your lip, you whine.
for someone whoās never had much experience, let alone no experience, youād easily second guess. your back arches forward while gojoās tongue rummages through every part of your clit. he sucks on your nub, closing his eyes and fully sinks into bliss. gojoās pristine white brows cock into a furrow before he slides a thumb down your wet entrance. he just canāt get over how wet you were for him. sopping wet, inept lips of his constantly quivers before he gives your cunt a sweet kiss.
wet for him, he breaks his lips away for a few seconds just to smear his face against your pussy.
ām-mhm,ā he whimpers, wanting your scent to linger on his face for as long as it could, your scent .. it was hard to not get obsessed, a few minutes in and he already felt his mouth watering.
as bundles of minuscule taste buds of his tingle with excitement ā his tongue swiftly swirls through every orifice, not missing any spot. he searched through the gooey crevices of your walls, lips moving in complete tandem. his dick strains between his thighs that itās almost painful.
if eating you out tasted this good, he only imagined what itād feel like to be inside,
shoved deep into your pussy, stuffing you full with his luscious thickset inches . .
that same repeated whine that always sounds raw dies straight out of your esophagus, you yank on the strands of your roommateās messy hair as his pace quickens by a mile. in the midst of devouring your heat, a broad hand of his caresses near the juncture of your thighsāhe kisses the long slope inside of your entrance, lips all glossy and glittering with gloss thanks to you. that same panging throb starts to grow within you again. your toes curl up tightly before your eyes meet the drywall splattered on the ceiling. his tongue, the way it continues to scrabble all through every part of your cunt, he grows addicted almost immediately. gojo canāt help but lather a few sloppy kisses on your folds, sliding his tongue through your slit.
he even starts to tongue fuck you, softly thrusting the swollen tip of his tongue in and out until youāre about to whine out again for him.
that was his favorite part by far, pushing his tongue in and out of your puffy folds ā relishing the way your pretty pussy coats the underside of his chin with a lustrous amount of sweet, burnished slick.
āngh, ātoru,ā youād wail, and your hips start to jitter against his face. he doesnāt mind . . in fact, gojo brings two hands to grip against the curves of your hips.
once he maintains a secure grasp, he lets you rub your wetness all over him. with his tongue thoroughly exploring in every part, he starts to whine too .. so eager to touch himself but he wants to keep his hands on you. a whiny whimper wrenches from the back of your throat before you start to babble. āsatoru, ām gonna cum, fuuuck. jusā like that, keep l-lickinā there, baby.ā
he was such a quick learner, part of you thinks he maybe had more experience than you oughta thought. gojo canāt help but attack your sweet syrupy folds with a multitude of kisses, drooling lips of his making you more sticky than you already were. your legs could barely hold themselves open.
he had to pry them open with clammy hands, slurping in every drop as if he was dehydrated with thirst. a thirst you happily quenched with him being propped between your legs. after a while, he runs a thumb down your slit once more, pretty eyes glancing up at you, wanting to see your sweet face. āa-am i doinā a good job?ā and his voice was a bit hoarse, the way he speaks, drooping eyes and a sheepish grināvisibly pussy drunk, you grab onto his strands before rocking your hips into his mouth. he giggles, muffled noises eliciting from his mouth, taking your eager jittery movements as a yes.
he just couldnāt get enough of his roommateās taste.
occasionally, he likes to depart his lips to gather a nice concoction of salivaāonly to then spit right onto your sopping folds, whining at how it was so shiny. so pretty, heās mesmerized again at how it looks, and you end up cumming with the cutest shrieking orgasm. it snatches out of you roughly, your speech is slurred for a moment as your legs quaver in utmost pleasure.
without even a single word leaving from his lips, he gets up to pull you into a kiss. almost immediately, you taste yourself that lingers on his tounge. it tastes sweet, gojo props himself between your thighs as you sit up, a free hand of his sliding between your stretched out legs. the constant rings of his donations continue to scream out that same annoying chime before he leans in to shut his computer. heād probably have left so manyāthousands of his fan girls devastated, but there was only a new fan girl he was fixated on.
you.
gojo was addicted, with tongues colliding against each other, hot breaths wafting against each own, he feel his breath hitch at your touch. a hand of yours snakes down to feel on his erect dick. he whines, gnawing at the bottom of your lip before his tongue gets more curious. he licks the bottom of your chin, the side of your mouth, only to then pull you into another deep kiss. āf-fuck, ām so hard,ā he rasps between sultry kisses, heaving from each breath. you still couldnāt get over the taste of yourself that loiters all on the flat of his pink tongue. āi wanna feel you from the inside, angel.ā
ābut your stream,ā you tease once he finally pulls away, taking a second to catch your breath yourself. you felt the heat roam across the room before stroking his cheek ā flushed lips of his burn with such intensity, you had him feral. āyour fans, i wouldnāt wanna interrupt them, ātoru.ā
āfuck them,ā he pouts, the cute frown on his face tugging against his lips. āokay thatās mean, they help me pay rent but just- i want you right now,ā and heās so needy. he paws at your t-shirt, glossy eyes widening, god. his bottom lip pokes out, squinting for two seconds before seeing how your nipples invitingly poke out. so perky, he could feel his mouth watering sporadically. he lays you back before swallowing, a loud gulp before he hovers over you. āyou knew this was gonna happen, didnāt y-you? such a tease.ā
you simper, opening your legs for him and he gets a good glimpse. gojo sucks his teeth, still so soaked. he only dreamt of what youād feel like inside.
probably so tight and warm,
the more he thinks about it, the more he could feel himself starting to drool. gojoās panting as if heād just finished a marathon. a hand of his wraps around his lengthāgiving it a few solid pumps. āi thought youād wanna do doggy for your first position,ā you sweetly say, and oh, he pouts for you again. you sit up, awaiting for him to take the lead first before smiling. āmissionary though? youāre not so good with eye contact, baby.ā
āi know how to do missonry.ā he grumbles.
āmissionary,ā you correct him with a titter.
he pouts again, preparing to align himself. so wet, your pussy was sopping wet, swollen from just being eaten out so good. a warm breath fans out through his lips before he rubs it against your slippery slit. āand donāt call me baby,ā he moans, although the simple pet name for him a lot harder than he thought it would. slowly, gojoās fat leaky tip continues to ghost against your folds. you hold back a sweet moan, laid all out on display for him on the mattress. heās waited for this moment, had dreams about it, even fantasized about it. āfuck,ā heād huff out, and his voice cracks. youād laugh but heās staring at you the entire time with that cute pouty expression. ācan- can we hold hands? for you know, leverage?ā
āleverage, sure,ā you play along, your fingers locking against his. damp, perspiring palms squeeze against yours before his rounded tip starts to slowly make its way inside. immensely, a breath gets caught in his throat and he whines. the warmth heās rudely greeted with makes him gnaw his pearly whites together. āyouāre kinda b-big, so go a little slow, ātoru.ā
āiām big?ā he repeatsācutely enough, it boosts his ego that you think so, yet his confidence fades the further he dumps a few hefty inches into your entrance. as you expected, you were a bit tight and stiff for a few secondsāunyielding against him for a moment, you moan. saying gojo was big was a mere understatement, he couldnāt help but lean in to lay against your chest. āhowās it feel? s-slower?ā
āitās good. thatās good,ā you start to heave, gasping once he inches his head closer to latch his lips against your neglected cold nipples. he doesnāt even lift up your t-shirt, he runs his tongue through the fabric and sucks on your perked tits. āt-toru, fuckk.ā
it was a soft twinge sensation at first before heās close to bottoming out . . so close,
itās at the moistened tip of his tongue. gojoās shaft resumes to go in further, you feel him pulse inside before once heās all the way in, heās already out of breath. with his mouth occupiedāheās still sucking on your nipples through the shirt, whiney. a free hand of his runs gives your left thigh a nice firm grasp before he starts up a single few thrusts.
you whine, tossing your arms over him and he glances down at youābeads of sweat race down the sides of his brow before he sits up in a proper position. gojo canāt get over how pretty you look for him like this, heās fully in and he sneaks a kiss onto your lips. ācan i m-move?ā and the falter in his voice was adorable, gojoās breath continues to get more heavy before you give him a nod. he peppers various kisses near your mouth, neck, and of course, your precious chest. his personal favorite,
with frail arms wrapped around him, pulling him closeāyou run your ankle down his back and he moans. āoh, ās even better than i imagined,ā he whispers against your ear, hot breath sending you antsy judders. the more his breath goes against your skin, the more you smell how minty it was. fresh, you desperately yearned for more so you pull him into another kiss for the nth time. āugh. the way you clamp down, ās gonna kill me,ā he babbles in a low puff. heās speaking between staring up at decent pace for you to get accustomed to. you whimper, trying to get adjusted to his barreling length but he was just so fucking big. it was an ongoing rumor that between gojoāand his best friend suguru geto had the top biggest dicks. of course, you always wondered exactly how whoever started that rumor would even know, but gojo was definitely a packer. he stretched you out in ways youāve never felt before. with strained breaths, he coats your mouth with many wet kisses. time and time again, the feeling of himself going into you raw has him drooling again. āpussyās so wet, ām gonna die, oh my god.ā
ādonāt be dramatic, youāre not gonna die.ā you try to reassure him. the grip on your hand only grows tighter, crimson lips of his suck against the underside of your chin.
so damn needy,
mussed strands of white tickle against your forehead the closer he presses his body into you. gojo was shivering, just a few minutes in pussy and as if it was a gameāheād be on the last level, game over. albeit, you feel it too. the warmth, it turns into a sweltering hot. as his hips rock, his whines start to become more vocal. he sneaks a hand down to feel the area thatās being stuffed, a thumb skims against your tummy before he moans,
āfeel me t-there, yeah?ā he whispers, a cute attempt at dirty talk but alas, itās subtle. gojo easily folds once your eyes meet his gaze.
you moan, intertwining your fingers with his, moaning out a soft, āyeah,ā and you sound out of breath yourself.
heās jerking back and forth ā his pace, his tempo . . wasnāt too slow or two fast, perfect.
with a quivering bottom lip, he leans in to lick against the outer shell of your ear. your cuntās singing in harmony, sloshes of wet that leaves its metaphoric vocal cords and you start to get a bit louder. āf-fuck, ātoru right thereāfuuuck.ā
ās-shit, youāre so pretty,ā he pants, repeating his ways at coating your entire face with his wet kisses. you had him weak, entirely. you found it a bit silly considering how this could have happened anytimeāanytime at all, all he had to do was ask. but gojo being gojo, he was not only a man with barely any experience, but he was nervous. heās always had a bit of a crush on you but confessing sounded way scary. it was as if this entire thing was mere coincidence though, you happen to find out heās not only a sloppy eater but,
heās a camboy.
part of you wonders what he does on his streams. if you saw him rubbing one off while thinking about youāyou could only imagine what other lewd antics he participated in.
gojoās rutting into you at a much more quicker pace, heās whining into your neck;
forgetting to praise you, and itās more of the other way around. youāre cupping his face, stroking his cheek before repeating in that same melodic voice, āgood boy, ās so good, makinā me feel good, ātoru baby.ā
your voice, oh your voice, he could listen to it all day. you feel the constant twitch of his cock inside you and he whines every time your ankle rubs down his back. with the way your pussy holds him hostageā itās so provocative, his reaction time was as slow as a sloth, droopy eyes stare at you before he grunts out a pleading, āf-fuck, ās gonna come,ā and his voice sounds like a soft purr, gojo was like a kitten to youā so cute, his pout always make things more true too. heās groaning in your ear, fat balls thwacking against you before his ears starts to ring. youāre moaning with him, bodies thrusting in sync that itās almost like a pornographic choreography. āugh, i- i feel it, ām gonna cum so much. so hot, gonna die.ā
ābreathe, baby,ā you whisper, pulling his face closer to you. his chubby cheeks squish together once heās within your grasp, the sharp piston of his hips makes you moan. his thrusts gets a bit sloppy and you press a kiss onto his mouth. āmwah,ā you hum, watching how flustered he gets at a lick of your affection. āyou wanna finish inside, donāt you?ā
gojo whimpers. āyeah, yeah. really bad,ā and the moment you suggest that, his ears perk cutely. heās gotta be careful thoughāwith a cunt as addicting as yours, he just might end up falling in love.
speaking of love, itās as if heart eyes pour into his irises as he glances at youāagain, metaphorically of course. gojo gulps at the tender touch of your fingers, leaning in to nip a kiss near your neck. through muffled words, he mewls. āi wanna fill you up. ās only fair since youāre milking me s-so much, ām so thirsty,ā and heās just babbling, pulling him closeāhe whines once he feels your finger glide through his sensitive undercut again. āhngh, gonna break me. let me make a mess in you please? iāll even eat it out of you once ām done.ā
youāre tempted at his pleads, giggling before dragging him into a deep kiss. āsuch a blabbermouth,ā you tease between kisses, staring to feel the tears of sweat race down the sides of your forehead alsoā with a sly smile, you lick the drool that was about to run down the side of his lip. āfinish in me, ātoru. itās okay. be my messy boy.ā
his eyes dilated once he hears that,
your messy boy.
he even repeats it, āy-your messy boy, yeah, ām so messy for you, roomie,ā and as heās preparing for his inevitable release, he sinks into your warm embrace. āone more kiss, h-hold me.ā and as if on command, you yoke his head in close, giving him a deep, passionate kiss. his pulsing heart beats through his ears. gojoāby this point, he was already whipped. the way his hips pick up, growing more sloppy and derangedāheās feral.
the feverish under parts of his thighs burn, longing for its incoming conclusion climaxāyet, as your smoldering heat gnashes against his, it finally comes.
with a primal gasp, itās here.
the nirvanaāeuphoria, whatever it could have been called to describe this feeling, it was here.
gojo whimpers, going into a complete spazzing fit once he feels the slow orgasmic waves of himself starting to shoot literal humid blanks inside you.
itās hot, parching hotā your heat against smelts his, it scratches a fervor itch in your brain. his tongue rummages the inside of your mouth again as heās painting the insides of your gummy walls with his snowy white color.
satiny ropes of your roommateās seed trickle into you, itās so gooey and hot that it starts to stick against the inner parts of your thighs. each rough kiss reflects the same desire the both of you share before he shudders.
slow thrusts, heās barely moving as fast as he was before but heās still active. he wants to make sure you feel every inch heās saved for you,
for weeks, months, maybe even yearsā
āgod,ā he whimpers out, pulling away from your glossed lipsāa pretty cobweb of spit departs from each and he happily laps it up with his tongue. who knew your roommate was nothing more than a mere freak.
not you, not by a long shot.
it takes a moment for him to catch his breath, with a flustered lookā gojoās now clingy.
he doesnāt wanna move away from you, nor does he wanna exactly pull out. not just yet, heās plugged you full of sticky cum that was threatening to ooze of your hole before he kisses the bridge of your nose. āthat was so awesome.ā
and just like that, the moodās ruinedāyou pant, heās hovering over you, his weight barely on you before you sigh.
āyou know,ā you change the subject, brushing a thumb against his cheek. āyour moans, you sound more like a girl than me, ās kinda hot.ā
āwhaaat?ā he grumbles, his sweetened pout forever returning. āthatās not nice, ān besides if itās anyone who moans louder itās you, angel.ā
you kiss near the twitching corner of his lip, watching his sudden attitude shift like a light switch and heās now a puddle. āyou finished a bit early though,ā and with your arms wrapping around him again, you speak in a soft voice. āwanna go again? youāre a natural, ātoru.ā
āplease,ā he whines with a nod, feeling how sweltering hot it felt to be still buried into the comforting tightness of your cunt. āthis time, i wanna try doggy.ā
āokay, pretty boy,ā you tease, leaning in for another one of gojoās sloppy, need kisses. just before he could pull out, the door springs open. the hinges scream once it pulls back and the two of you both look to see what the racket was.
as the door opens, it was getoāgojoās best friend, and he had the most disgusted look on his face.
with a scrunched up face, he utters. āiām never running errands for you two again, what the actual fuck.ā
and as he turns his heel to leave, gojo snorts. āsuguboooo! aw, donāt leave just yet. you can always joinnn.ā
one funny thing about adhd I didn't know was a symptom till I was diagnosed, was the deep feeling that I was craving something I didn't know the name of. To elaborate, I would sit at my desk and randomly start wanting something, but had no idea what it was I wanted. It would be a strong craving too, as if you were craving sugar while on a diet. (Except in that case you know what you are craving.)
now it wasn't an emptiness like depression. It was more like a child being forced to eat dinner before playing with their friends. I guess the right word would be yearning.
From what ive gathered, sounds like this feeling is just a mixture of boredom and hyperactivity!
When i was struggling with this feeling i wished i could find anyone to relate to cause not enough people talk about it. Here are some other places people have mentioned this!
Reddit forum
additude article
Also i think this book mentions it too!: Driven to Distraction (Revised): Recognizing and Coping with Attention Deficit Disorder
(Although that may be it, I do find that explanation a bit drab. Id like to believe I'm genuinely yearning for something amazing that will come soon, as if that feeling is foreshadowing it all.)
highlights!
ā¢ on a whim, gojo was like "let's go live" and w/out waiting for y/n's answer, starting the live
ā¢ the cats are all tangled in a hollow end table in satoru's living room. it's the first time luna's lounged there so he's confused.
ā¢ y/n did satoru's nightly routine bc she wanted to live vicariously through him w all the expensive skin care products
author's note!
ā¢ the day was tough but i got an update out hehe!
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ā³ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career ā a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.
PART SIXTEEN | NEXT
ŹÄÉĀ rbs and interaction always appreciated!Ā ŹÄÉ
contains: fem reader, switch!choso, soooo much praise, fluff, oral(r!receiving), riding chosoās face, dirty talk, choso cums in his pants, pussydrunk!choso, he doesnāt know he has a praise kink (till now heh), choso isnāt super experienced but heās dabbled in the art of cunnilingus :p
edit: rereading is important ladies n gentlemanā¦..u said reader w a praise kinkā¦ā¦ā¦i will make another shortly GOMENASORRY LMAO, pls enjoy regardless for now :3
he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, heels digging into his rippling back when he peppers little kisses on the most sensitive part of your thighs, silky black hair out of his signature buns, elegant strands opting to spread out atop your thighs
youāre twitching and gasping in his hold when his tongue darts out from behind his lips to aid in sucking the skin of your inner thigh, leaving purple hickeys in his trail towards your dripping cunt
āfeels ās good chosoā you whine at the feeling of his lips suction cupping to your skin, head perched up on a pillow to give yourself a better view of him about to absolutely devour your pussy,
his cock twitches in his pants when your praise reaches his ears, humming into your leg and shutting his eyes as he continues scattering little kisses in his wake
bringing your lithe fingers to his hair and running them over his scalp, soft strands sliding between your fingers when you start to caress his head,
he relishes in the feeling, tipping into your palm and cracking his eyes open, he quickly glanced at you before zeroing his focus on your cunt
practically glistening with slick under the fluorescent lights, he licked his lips and groaned at the sight, ācan i taste you, please?ā he asks so sweetly, directing his pretty eyes back to you, mouth watering at whatās about to come when you smile and nod at him,
your hands coming down to collect the hair around his face thatās at risk at getting all wet from your sloppy pussy, bringing the hair up and gripping the tufts of hair gently on top of his head,
choso feeling tingly and light headed at the feeling, he dips his head down between your legs, arms gripping around your appendages wrapped around his neck, digging his thick fingers into the fat of your thighs,
he darts his tongue out, letting out a groan when he registers the taste of you, wasting no time in burying his face deeper, starting to make out with your pussy messily,
āc-choso!ā you whimper out, āohmygod right there- f-uck!ā head falling back against the pillow that cradles the side of your head, choso whimpering loud as he watches you,
hips moving without his permission into the matress underneath him, pressing his neglected cock into the sheets below at the intense arousal he was feeling from your words, eyesbrows scrunching together while he stared intently at your face, continuing his ministrations on your pussy
his dark eyes rolling back every time you cried out affirmations of the stimulation he was providing, or curses of his name when his strong tongue pressed just right against your clit,
heās done this once or twice, but he never remembered a time where he felt like he does now, just from giving his partner head. of course he enjoys making his partner feel good, but something you were doing was making him feel like he was drunk, and he thinks he was figuring out what it was
āright here?ā he encourages you, testing his theory by trying to get you to speak again when the tip of his tongue draws little circles against your clit, sucking the bud between his lips, flicking it up and down, and catching it gently between his teeth while making strong eye contact with you, eyes still scrunched together looking for approval when you finally speak again,
āy-yeah, ur mouth feels so fucking g-good chosoā you stutter out, gripping the tuffs of hair between your fingers harshly as you start to grind your hips against his mouth, clit bumping his pointed nose at your ministrations,
he lets you manhandle him, sticking out his tongue and shaking his head back and forth adding to your pleasure, cock leaking through his pants and into the bed, humping faster, feeling so fucked out as he allows you to fuck his face,
ājust like that!ā you whine when he starts flicking his tongue into you, trying to match your sloppy thrusts against the bottom of his face,āchoso p-please donāt fucking stop,ā you finished,
he had absolutely no intentions of stopping, ears ringing and brain feeling foggy at your words, internal monologue repeating yesyesyes over and over in his brain every time your words echoed in his head, sending electricity through his body, fueling his efforts to make you feel even better,
āp-please keep talking,ā he mumbles, squeezing your thighs wrapped snug around his head, still unsure of what exactly youāre saying thatās making him feel so dizzy, only knowing that the feeling increases when you speak,
you slow the roll of your hips and smile fondly down at the large, usually intimidating man underneath you, previous description not being applicable even slightly in this scenario as he looked at you like a puppy looks at their owner, eyes downturned, looking expectantly at you as he sucked on your pussy,
āyou like when i praise you choā?ā catching on quick at what his request was referring to, ādoes it make you your cock leak when i tell you how fucking good youāre doing?ā he swears he just had a brain orgasm when you finished your sentence,
groaning deep and long into your wetness, your body jerking forward at the intense vibration, smiling at his eyes rolling back before you continue, āno oneās e-ever made me feel this good before,ā you stutter out, wanting him to get as drunk as possible on your words,
his tongue picks up at this, moaning out a āmhmm?ā questioningly straight into your clit when he sucks on it, tongue quickly sliding down to push inside the ring of your cunt, slurping messily as he fucks his tongue in and out of you, swallowing everything you give him
hands using the grip on his hair for leverage as you hump your hips on his mouth faster now, stimulating your clit against his nose once more, āyou look so good between me legs you know t-that?ā you try to maintain the confidence in your voice, proving to be difficult as his curling tongue and messy technique brought you quickly towards your impending orgasm,
he tries to nod, moans of confirmation severally muffled as he tried to let you know he hears you, loud and clear
chin tickling the inside of your thigh as his jaw opens and closes rapidly against you, fucking his tongue as deep into your tight hole as he can manage, practically making out with your pussy when he feels your legs start to crush his head,
his own hips against the soft mattress matching the pace of your thrusts against his face as he uses the information on his tongue to try and imagine how your pussy squeezing around his thick cock would feel,
would you want to ride him? choke him out, maybe let him suck on your fingers while you rocked back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pelvis, using him like your personal sex doll? or would you want him to shove your head into the mattress, strong hands keeping a hold on your hips as he forced you to deepen your arch, fucking expertly into your gspot? would you tell him how good he was doing if he did that? tell him heās the only one for you? that he belongs to you, and you, to him?
brain overflowing with possible scenarios to try, he lets his thought slip, āyours,ā he groans out, āām all yoursā he whimpers, feeling a little dizzy at his now constricted flow of air, thanks to your perfect legs draped around his head, ankles crossing behind him and squeezing his head in the process, as youāre rapidly approaching high creeps up on you
āyes you are, all mine choso,ā you confirm, voice raising in pitch, ām-my good boyā you finish out as your high crashes over you
his eyes roll to the back of his head, threatening to get stuck there as he whines and whimpers into your pussy, using all the brainpower he had left to lap up the new juices that were dripping out of your hole every time you jerked forward, wave after wave of your high making you arch forward on yourself
his cock spurting out long and hot ropes of cum into his boxers, moans muffled as he fucks his strong hips into the mattress as hard as he can, visualizing behind his eyes that heās fucking his load deep into your womb and not wasting it in his pants,
not realizing his determined tongue was still hastily continuing his ministrations on your pussy from being so lost in thought untill you use the hold you had on his hair to pull his head back, ā ās sensitive choso,ā you whimper, breath rising and falling rapidly having experienced one of the most intense orgasms youāve ever had.
āsorry..ā he mumbles, mouth still dropped open as he lays his head against you leg, juices completely coating the bottom half of his mouth. you would feel embarrassed at the sight if your mind wasnāt incredibly foggy from your prior orgasm. how pretty he looked with his face decorated in your cum didnāt look half bad either.
ādid so good for me choso, came so hard cos of you.ā you give him a dopey grin, feeling his own cock twitching at the attention, and you watch his hips jerk forward into the mattress at your words, ādidnāt realize ur praise kink was this bad cho,ā you giggle, hand coming down to caress his sticky face,
āoh..ā he revels, pausing for a beat, āis that what it is?ā
highlights!
ā¢ more about gojo and y/n's convo will be revealed! (hashtag new acquaintance-ship unlocked?)
ā¢ y/n fell asleep on the phone w/ gojo, hence the "good night loser" text :D
author's note!
ā¢ sorry for being MIA! grad school is TUFF <3
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ā³ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career ā a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.
PART FOURTEEN | NEXT
ŹÄÉĀ rbs and interaction always appreciated!Ā ŹÄÉ
gn!reader | 900ish words, really just fluff despite the opener ^___^
megumi fushiguro considers himself a coward.
itās sunday, 10:00am bright on the clock behind you. wings flap outside as the birds that like to adorn the neighbourās fruit tree caw, and the blanket is pulled up to his chest, up to your cheeks.
your face is only a few inches away, and all he can think aboutābesides the curl of your lips as you smile at him againāis whether his breath still smells like mint from brushing his teeth the night before. whether you can see his skin breaking out on his temple and forehead, or the scar on his jaw from falling when he was sevenāif youād notice them after he said the three words thatāve been sitting on the tip of his tongue for weeks.
because megumiās realized he can do a lot of things, plan more, fight even more, but it all crumbles apart when it comes to you.
āwhy are you staring at me?ā
āiām not,ā he answers too quickly, muttered as he looks to the pillow underneath your head instead of your eyes.
you squish your face further into it to meet his gaze again. āis there something on my face?ā
āno.ā
āis there food stuck in my teeth?ā
āwe havenāt even had breakfast.ā
ābecause if i turn on my phone and see either of these things, iām going to be very angry with you, megumi fushiguro.ā
the sound of his name draws him back to you, your squinting eyes and frown that holds no anger.
his lip twitches up, only just. āthereās nothing on your face or in your teeth.ā
you hum, keeping your accusatory facade, even while reaching for his hand beneath the blanket. āswear i donāt look bad?ā
megumiās fingers easily slide into place between yours.
you could never look bad.
he huffs. āseriously?ā
āāseriouslyā? oh, wow, forgive me, my dear, for not believing your plainly spoken words while you still wonāt tell me why youāre staring.ā you ruffle his hair and push strands to cover his eyes. he rolls them as he pulls up the collar of your shirt to muffle your laugh.
itās a lovely sound.
he hopes you let him hear it again and again.
a bird caws at the same time you swat at his hand and the hold on your shirt loosens, his fingers moving to smoothen the evidence.
āyou just look nice.ā he finally says as his eyelids droop, and he lets himself look at your lips for a fraction of a second. āthatās all.ā
you smile and ignore the heat in your ears. āthatās all?ā
the words claw at him again, and his throat constricts the same time his stomach ties into a knot.
it should be something special, megumi thinksāsaying it out loud for the first time.
maybe at a fancy restaurant, with candles and expensive meals between you, his best suit on, quiet jazz and clinking glasses in the background.
maybe outside somewhere, in a nice meadow or under a tree, a picnic blanket sitting underneath you.
maybe after a long-winded monologue of how his curiosity grew to infatuation, a crush, something more. after heās told you he wishes he could spend every morning with you, turn to you when the neighbourās kids laughing and screaming wakes you up in place of an alarm on a saturday, watch you playfully groan and complain about todayās youth.
after heās laid his heart out to you, instead of now, a random sunday morning, as the sound of cawing and birdsong fills the space between you instead of his voice, and all the words he wants to say before the three.
he wonders how long heās been silent when you scrunch your brows and confusion shifts your smile. āhello? earth to megumi?ā
āi love you.ā
and across megumiās face, thereās a fleeting shadow as a bird flies pastāthe blue of his eyes darkening, but not hardening, never hardeningānot while looking at you.
you blink at him.
he blinks back.
the birds caw loudly outside.
and itās all he can do to not bite his lip, to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest as you open and close your mouthāa sensation that he usually comes to you for to get rid of.
you blink again, twice, three times, and a different three words find their way to the tip of his tongue at the sight, heavier than the last, a little more strained.
but then you smile, just like always.
let out a laugh of disbelief that makes his apology disappear.
your reply comes as a murmur, it flows over him and muffles the noise outside, easing the clawing at his gut with expertiseāāi love you, too.ā
and it really is a random morning; megumi couldnāt tell you the date if you asked. but your grip on his hand tightens, and he promises to write it down (sunday, 10:07am) when you both get up.
he lets all his tension loosen as he finally smiles back.
your own smile widens into a bright grin at the sight, and though his mindās reeling, he can hear what youāre going to ask before you doā
āis that all?ā
itās silly, and megumi almost rolls his eyes, almost pulls the blanket over your head and threatens to take it back,
and he loves you.
even, and especially as he hears the neighbourās door creak open, and the first sound of the kids yellingāas he pinches your cheek and snickers when you let out a surprised noise. āthatās all.ā
noo nia don't make something that's supposed to be big happen in a mundane warmth again nooo don't make another guy completely in love w reader noooo... does i'm sorry technically count as three words btw. lol? well. obviously totally unrelated but i'm hungry as fawk rn. goodbye everybody i'm gonna eat toast. yaaaaayy!!!
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