🎀 Pairings: nepo-baby!Satoru Gojo x stripper!reader, past Suguru Geto x reader
🎀 Series Content Warnings: Past infidelity, Heavy Angst, Brief mentions of past body shaming, Hand jobs, Oral (F receiving), Oral (M receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Overstim, Cream pies, Weed smoking, Pill Snorting, Reader is so mean to Satoru, Satoru being a fucking simp, Strip Clubs, Lap Dances, Toxic dynamics, Switch dynamics between Satoru and reader, light sugar baby dynamics as well but without age gap, happy ending
🎀 Status: Ongoing // WC: 66.3k
🎀 Recommended Listening: Playlist
🎀 Synopsis:
Satoru is LA’s most notorious nepo-baby party monger. He’s known for exactly three things—drugs, sex, and his daddy’s company. From the moment Satoru met you in college, he couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t stand your pretty eyes on Suguru all the time, he couldn’t stand how Suguru started spending so much time with you and less with him, and he really couldn’t stand how soft, shy, and innocent you were. The way he saw it, your pretty eyes were stealing his best friend away from him. His hatred doubled after you and Suguru tied the knot once you graduated. He was a total dick to you. He made fun of everything about you: your body, your hobbies, your pathetic demeanor. Suguru never took it too seriously, but Satoru was determined to split you guys up. And he succeeded, but it didn’t work out exactly how he wanted.
Five years later, Suguru’s still a shell of himself and Satoru is still partying like he’s 21. What happens when a chance meeting pulls Satoru back into your orbit? And you’re nothing like the girl that disappeared. Now, you’re confident, downright mean, and working as a stripper in a high end gentleman’s club.
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🎀 Synopsis: 1. Show Me Who You Are 2. Starboy
3. Please Don’t Humble Me 4. Someday, I’m Gonna Take Your Breath Away
5. Sex Money Feelings Die 6. Salvation//Violation 7. Devil On My Back
8. Keep It On the Low 9. Long Way 2 Go 10. Do I Wanna Know?
11. Unpunishable 12. Little Freak 13. Video Games 14. Lust Drunk
15. Above the Salt 16. Love is a Knife 17. Twisted Love 18. Earned It
19. Cherry Hill 20: Do You Feel It 21. Epilogue: LA Love Song
🎀 Art Credits: Beautiful art in the header by @/ndsoda
Pairing: College bad boy!Satoru x Sweet boy!Qifrey x Gender neutral college student!reader
Word count: 2.7k
TW: MDNI, Jealous & slutty Dom!Satoru, Sub!Qifrey, Switch!reader, slight coercion (Gojo’s fault), alcohol use, cursing, reader is seriously STUPIDLY drunk AF, college party shenanigans, making out, slow burn, eventual smut, both Satoru & Qifrey keep their canon abilities (cursed technique & ability to use magical sigils) and use them inappropriately on you (FREAKY AF!), drunk sex, unprotected sex, slight BDSM (use of handcuffs on Qifrey), Satoru & Qifrey fight over you, angst with happy ending, it’s basically Fratjo x Nerdjo x reader if you squint, lowkey internalized homophobia (Satoru is a huge bully to poor Qifrey!), THIS IS THE SMUT CHAPTER, Satoru is a MFing tease, slight biting, masturbation, praise kink, fingering, anal, blowjob, THREESOME, double teaming
Disclaimer: OK I love both Satoru & Qifrey and you really can’t compare the two, BUT I’ve always felt Satoru leaned more towards being a bad boy devilish type VS Qifrey. Qifrey always felt more gentle and softspoken to me. I explore this dynamic in this work. If you don’t personally agree or like it, then save yourself and please SKIP this one.
MASTERLIST: Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Etc...
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The best night of your college life has just begun. If your younger fujoshi self told you that you would be caught between two extremely hot white-haired men straight from a shojo manga, you’d slap them silly out of shock. After a couple of awkward exchanges thanks to Gojo’s attempts to let everyone loose, you & Gojo are in the middle of making out ferociously in front of his doppelganger, Qifrey, when said other blue-eyed freak suddenly grabs your hand. What will you decide to do?
"Why don't you just try and find out how I taste, honey, or are you too scared to?" Satoru teases with a devious smirk. You take a big gulp and begin to feel his hard-on tighten alongside your right leg with only the thin fabric layer of your pants separating you both from direct contact. Then, before you had a chance to choose whether or not to give in to Satoru, Qifrey grabs your left hand from out of nowhere to pull you off the couch.
"Back off, Gojo!" Qifrey threatens. He isn't sure why he stepped in the middle of two clearly consenting adults, but he did it anyway, out of pure instinct, and well, he didn't want to admit the truth: he was jealous that they left him out of the conversation, and he had to watch it all unfold. He fiercely looks at Satoru right in the eyes briefly and then glances back to you and asks, "Do you really want this, y/n?" You squirm where you're standing and manage to nod your head. Qifrey then clearly looks at you, disappointed, and sighs to himself as he eventually lets go of your hand.
"Alright, but I was the one who talked to you first at this party. Just don't expect me to stand here and watch you two go all over each other without me. It's just not fair at all, and we were hitting it off so well until this oaf butted in," Qifrey complains. You let out a small smirk and ask him, "Soooo...you do want in??" Qifrey first looks at Satoru, who was already trying to hide his laughter in the corner, and then back at you. "Sure. Why not? The night is young and so are we, aren't we?" he laughs nervously. "Just one thing first...I need a moment with Satoru," Qifrey says as he stares Gojo down and mouths, "We. Need. To. Talk. NOW."
Your eyes and ears perk up as you hear Qifrey's words, and you watch them both walk over to the corner to discuss something peculiar. You were too curious about what was now going on, but didn't question it and said, "Okay. Well, while you sort whatever you need to, I'll be waiting here on the couch patiently...but not too patiently," you say with a smile and sigh.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole? Is this how you get your sick kicks?" Qifrey immediately yells as loud as a whisper to Gojo so that y/n doesn't hear. Gojo lets out a big sigh and bluntly says, "Why yes, dickwad. Don't you even know me? But you don't...you'll get to know me pretty well tonight though." Qifrey found Satoru's language absolutely distasteful ever since they met in their Physics class, but he always liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. No matter what they seemed to be like at first.
He honestly believed in a certain goodness in the world that he truly hoped existed somewhere in the hearts of others, but Satoru was a pretty filthy-minded man indeed. As Qifrey was lost in thought, Satoru found a way to brush Qifrey's face gently with his right hand. Satoru leaned in for a kiss, but Qifrey pushed him back. "Aww. Come on, Qif Qif. Don't be such a sourpuss." Satoru retorted. "Ohh! Don't you dare 'Qif Qif' me, lad! Seriously, what the hell is up with you? I thought you hated my guts, Mr. Physics King?!"
"Physics...King?? So you finally admit that I'm better than you, huh?" Satoru said in utter shock. He was pleasantly surprised. "NO. That was not an admission. I was joking because you're the one who started this shitshow in the first place, remember?! So why now of all nights and places are you—"
Satoru let go of his jokester facade for a minute. He didn't want to keep y/n waiting, and he knew Qifrey didn't either. "Look. I'm sorry. I mean it. I guess I was dealing with a lot of shit at the time, and you came into that class like some big hotshot. I honestly thought I was bored out of my fucking mind in that class. That is...until you came around." He started to blush as he looked into Qifrey's eyes. Qifrey's jaw dropped practically to the floor as Satoru finally made his confession weeks later. "Well...goodness gracious. I uhh-- shit, mate. I get it...I think. Alright. Let's just let bygones be bygones and enjoy tonight, then, yeah?" Qifrey conceded. Satoru nodded and grabbed Qifrey by the hand for them to return to y/n on the couch, who seemed to be getting impatient by the second.
"Okay, boys. NOW that your own personal fuck session at the back is finally done, can I please have some fun too? Is chivalry dead for real?" you said with relief. "I'm just kidding! Unless you guys really did fuck in the back, and surprisingly very quietly, I might add, while I was here all on my lonesome!?" You watch them both clearly nod and yell out "No!" at the same exact time. Then, you burst out laughing out loud, seeing how genuine they were. Qifrey suddenly became more assertive in touching you this time by caressing your head with his hand and reaching from the right side to lick your neck.
You groaned from the little taste of pleasure it gave you. While Qifrey began kissing and nibbling your neck, Gojo simply smiled and began to touch your hips softly with both of his hands. He began teasing you by reaching his fingers near the opening of your pants. "Y/n, you will be a good slut for me, right?" Gojo demanded and whispered into your left ear, and Qifrey ferociously continued to taste your neck. You manage to let out a little whimper, saying, "Yes, baby. Anything you want. Please..."
Satisfied with your answer, Satoru unzips your pants hastily and begins to unravel you with his tantalizing fingers, rubbing your sensitive spot with his thumbs through your underwear until a wet spot appears. "That's what I like to see," Gojo says as he grins and then reaches over your underwear with his teeth to pull them down. You begin to moan more heavily now that his mouth moves in closer on your sensitive spot. His hot breath makes you ache from pure desire. Qifrey glances over at what Satoru is doing. He rolls his eyes a bit because he knows he's just trying to show off by winding you up in front of him. It turns him on slightly watching him tease you like that, so much so that he begins to move his mouth down to your chest and on top of your nipple.
"Is it okay if I taste you here, y/n, love?" he asks you, almost moaning your name out loud. He lifts your shirt and unveils your bare chest and takes a moment to drink you in. You nod and bite your lip as Qifrey begins gently licking your tit and then full-on sucking it with devotion. You're so sensitive that you can feel every pause in between his jagged breaths and moans on your chest as he devours you. "So good, y/n. Mmm. The way you shiver underneath me," Qifrey praises you.
Meanwhile, below, Satoru teases you, ever-so-slightly gliding his tongue on the edges of your pelvic area and then pauses to your dismay. "BEG for it. I need you to beg." Satoru demands. You begin to whimper loudly and reply, "Fuuuuck. Ahh! PLEASE, baby! Taste me!" Gojo lets out a mischievous laugh and starts to slowly glide his tongue across your sensitive spot until you start screaming.
"Oh FUCK! Satoru! Yesss!" He giggles in between licks like a madman, and you squirm every time you feel his tongue. Your squirms are actually making the couch leather screech every so often as if it were competing with you, and how loud you were yelling in pleasure. As Satoru tasted you below, Qifrey continued to lavish you with kisses and bites on your bare chest, but this quickly became not enough to satisfy him. You catch him briefly whispering into Satoru's ear as they both smirk at you mischievously.
"Now that we've both had a bit of a taste of you. I think it's time we get to the main course," Satoru says matter-of-factly. Gojo and Qifrey both hold out their hands for you to take. You place your hands in both of theirs and let them guide you back to a hidden bedroom. The bedroom looked absolutely extravagant for a college dorm, adorned with white lace curtains on its windows and a luxurious blue satin bed. You tried not to gasp at the sight of it all, but you whispered, "Wow." Without a hint of hesitation, Gojo and Qifrey lead you to the bed and push you on top as if they were both somehow in sync and planned all of this for you. Fun Fact: They DID NOT. The truth was that they somehow miraculously flowed and worked well together as a tag team to fuck you, and you were enjoying every minute of it.
"Alrighty then! Time to take these pesky clothes off now!" Qifrey happily hummed while he laid himself bare before you and Satoru.
Satoru snorted and replied, "Well, shit. Guess I'd better get these bad boys off, too!" You were already overstimulated to the point of barely hearing what they were saying amongst themselves.
At some point, they both got onto the bed, and Gojo tried to lift your body so that your ass was facing his throbbing cock from behind. He opened his legs wide behind you and began to pump his cock with his hand up and down to get hard. Beside him was a drawer that conveniently had a tube of lube inside it, and he slathered it all over himself, preparing to enter your domain as he saw it. In fact, that thought gave him a brilliant idea, and as he steadied himself on top of the bed, he muttered "Domain Expansion...Infinite Void," and made a hand gesture unfamiliar to both you and Qifrey. Time unexpectedly became fast, as if you both became quickly enclosed in a space that felt literally limitless.
"Okay. So where the fuck are we, Satoru? And why does everything feel as if it’s all speeding up quickly?" you asked in confusion. Satoru simply said, "Don't worry about it. It's a trick I can do. Just relax, alright?"
While Gojo reassured y/n, Qifrey just shrugged and grabbed a small bottle of ink and a quill that was hidden in his pockets from his clothes, which he had previously tossed on the floor. "I got my own tricks up my own sleeve too, you know!" he retorted. Satoru scoffed and laughed in his typical arrogant fashion but then began to hesitate once he saw you dip the pen into the ink and reach out to draw strange markings on y/n's legs. "Oh, fuck! Qifrey! What are you doing!?" you yell out, with your voice endlessly echoing in the chamber of the strange environment you were all in now, thanks to Gojo. "Just hold still for a moment and trust me, y/n! It won't hurt one bit!" Qifrey said to comfort you. You wince and close your eyes as you feel Qifrey's pen drag alongside your legs. Qifrey motions to Gojo to close his eyes, too. It tickled quite a bit, but Qifrey made sure to be as gentle with you as possible so as not to scratch through your skin. "There! All done!" he said. You felt your once tensed-up legs gradually feel like jelly and relax. "What kind of black magic did you do to me?" you ask Qifrey.
"It's a secret!" Qifrey said, smiling and winking at you. "Now you can really relax and feel good," he once again reassured you, to which you shrugged your shoulders and accepted your fate.
He was right. You felt like new, as if you had become rejuvenated once again, and you thanked him. Qifrey blushed and said, "Oh, it's nothing!" Gojo just rolled his eyes, sighed, and patiently waited for you two to finish before he began to start himself up again.
"No, I insist! Let me thank you, Qif Qif!" you said. You eyed the tube of lube Gojo left lying on the bed, and squeezed some onto your fingers and gently pushed one of them into Qifrey's tight asshole. He jolted from the sudden eagerness you had. "Fuuuuck, y/n. You legit scared me there!" he laughed off and whimped a little. "Ohh, that feels so good…" Qifrey began to moan in absolute bliss, yet was a bit perplexed by the situation. He began succumbing to y/n's fingers and revealed a side of himself he had never shown anyone.
"Please, y/n! I'll be a good boy for you," he pleaded as a tear rolled down his pretty face. You gasped, and it made you feel something deep inside you that wanted to suddenly put him in his place. Reaching out into another drawer nearby, you find a set of handcuffs that make you grin from ear to chin. You take a moment to chain Qifrey with the handcuffs, and then you continue to finger Qifrey's asshole as his cries echo in Limitless and feel yourself heat up from head to toe. "That's a real good boy, Qifrey. Tell me what you want!" you replied to his pleas. "Deeper, y/n! Faster! PLEASE!" Qifrey cried. As you picked up the pace with your fingers, Satoru couldn't help himself and started jerking off to the beautiful sight of you pleasuring Qifrey.
"Mmm. I like what I see here. Fuuuck. I'm going to cum just from fucking myself watching you two..." Gojo admitted. He pumped his cock faster and faster to match the pace you were pushing, now what were three fingers inside of Qifrey. Qifrey begged and begged for you to stop, but you just wouldn't. At some point, you paused and turned Qifrey's body over to take his cock into your hungry mouth. "Qifrey! Mmphhh!" you moaned into his cock and took a look at his face filled with tears and ecstasy at your touch. "I—I can't breathe, y/n. But I don't want you to stop..." Qifrey slowly whimpered aloud.
Then, Satoru just couldn't take it anymore watching you devour Qifrey, and grabbed the tube of lube and squeezed some onto his cock. He tapped on your shoulder and asked you, "Can I?? Please?? Fuck. I just...need to be inside you!" You nodded and barely breathed out, "Yes." Gojo shivered in ecstasy, hearing you, and quickly tongue kissed you before you returned to sucking Qifrey's dick, sneaking a little taste of Qifrey for himself. Your moans literally dripped into each other's mouths as you both kissed. Satoru felt just how slick and smooth he was going into you from behind as you sucked Qifrey off into oblivion. His body heated up just looking at how well you were taking him in and out.
"Fuck! Take it like a good slut, babe!" Gojo yelled from behind you as he proceeded to ram into you like a feral animal. You gasp from the sheer pressure and let out a muffled scream, "Yehffs, Sffarou!" with your mouth still inside Qifrey's cock. Huge waves of delight come over you all as the blue satin sheets move around as if you were beneath the ocean.
Now, this was a sight to behold. Satoru Gojo fucking you from behind while you gave Qifrey a blowjob. Like a lewd daisy chain of pleasure, yearning, and strands of silver white hair. All three of your moans echoing endlessly in the walls of Limitless.
In the depths of your heart, you wished this night would never end.
(( To be continued in CHAPTER ④… ))
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❀˖° Pairings: Ex-husband!Gojo x American Photographer!Reader
❀˖° Rating: Explicit (MDNI) 18+
❀˖° Series Content Warnings: heavy angst, past infidelity, current infidelity, pregnancy mentions, discussions of body changes due to pregnancy, domesticity, obsessive behavior, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, squirting, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving)
❀˖° Based on these headcanons
Art Credits to the amazing @/3-aem // playlist
Synopsis: Six years ago, Satoru made the biggest mistake of his life. He was weak and cowardly. He slept with his assistant. Six years ago you left, went back home to America much to his parents’ joy. And he was left to rot in his misery and the cost of his own actions. The passing time felt like an eternity lost in the twilight between sleep and awake. Once bright and alive, Satoru became a marionette version of his previous self. But not once has he forgotten you. He can’t. Every fiber of his being still belongs wholly to you.
On the surface, Satoru Gojo has the perfect life. He’s newly engaged, has just taken over as CEO of his fathers’ company, and his parents are finally satisfied with him. Except, the night of his engagement party, at a random restaurant in Tokyo, there you are, more beautiful than ever. And to his shock and horror, you’ve got a little boy on your hip who may as well be his carbon copy.
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Table of Contents:
❀˖° Chapter One: Now That She’s Back in the Atmosphere
❀˖° Chapter Two: You’re an Angel, I’m a Dog
❀˖° Chapter Three: Bitter and Sick
❀˖° Chapter Four: Left a Taste in Your Mouth
❀˖° Chapter Five: I’ll Keep My Lanterns Lit
❀˖° Chapter Six: Shrike to Your Thorn
❀˖° Chapter Seven: Aperture Lets the Light In
❀˖° Chapter Eight: American Girls
❀˖° Epilogue: The Last Shred of Truth
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You and Satoru Gojo - your best friend since grade school - had just one night, a bad break up, a bunch of drinks, but you promised to not let it ruin your friendship. That is, until a couple months later, when telltale lines show - you're pregnant with your best friend's baby! Panicked, you find Satoru is not nearly as upset as you thought - in fact, he is supportive and sweet. Just what you need, but the tension is there, and you don't know what is 'as a friend' or 'helping out' or what is more.
pairings - best friend! gojo x f! reader
warnings - mdni, oral, fingering, pregnancy, squirting, creampie, a bunch of fluff, friends to lovers, pregnant sex, oral fixation, soooo cute, nerdy/sweet and soft Satoru, mentions of insecurities w/reader, tension, mutual pining, happy ever after - wc- 8.1k
this won the poll hehe, late father's day oneshots - ty to my bb @lizatonix for proofreading againnn <3 Art by @mango on x
You're fucking pregnant.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Staring at that stick, your hands are trembling, gasping and dropping it as you look right at those two tell-tale lines, of the one and only time you and your best friend had sex. A terrible night where you were both broken up with, where you all had agreed just once, to take care of each other, to feel better.
Where the best friend you've had your entire life had rutted his cock into your needy cunt, and pressed your face down into the plush of your mattress. Where you'd arched up and he'd sucked in a breath when that damn condom broke, cursing as he pulled back.
The night you all didn't have another one– and you told him -
Fuck me.
Just fuck me and pull out… please?
The night he did just that - you know he had pulled out, especially when you had felt those sticky ropes of cum up your skin, painting your back with white. You had already been squirting right before, so sensitive, he'd rubbed his tip up and down your slit to get you to do it again, and again, before cleaning you up.
The night you had lost yourself, both of you tipsy, giggling and fumbling until he hit you with those mean fucking strokes, the ones that had you breathless. The night that plays over and over in your head on repeat, and won't stop, but you'd gone back to normal - stayed best friends, kept that agreement.
Until you felt sick two months later, dizzy from one little drink, your nipples aching.
And now...
The phone rings and you jump, looking and seeing his name, fingers trembling as you look from the phone to the stick, over and over.
How do you tell your best friend that he knocked you up!?
“Um.. hi?”
“Hey,” Satoru’s rubbing the back of his neck, pacing back and forth. Since that night a couple months ago you’ve barely hung out – he wants to say it’s because college is over, because you both have your own lives.
Yet he worries he fucked it all up that night.
But how could he not give you his cock, fuck into your needy, wet little cunt? How could he not have you cum all over him, ass arching so fucking pretty, god it looked like a heart from that angle. He has it in his head as he jerks it to you – feeling like the worst friend on the planet.
He’d beg to have you again, but he knows he can’t – he knows he needs to stay distant, to be your friend. One night where he let down his guard and whimpered an “I love you” was enough – you both were tipsy, and you were cummin’ too hard to hear it, the little confession.
The next day you were back to normal, but he’d felt you quiver around him, he’d watched you drool as he drilled his cock mean into your hole – tip bruising that cute cervix. Pulling out was a tragedy – but he was happy that fucking condom snapped, sadistic as it was for sweet, nerdy Satoru Gojo.
He wished he could have filled you with all those creampies.
“I made everything weird, yeah? That night-”
“No! No, no, it’s not that. I just…” You trail off, and he feels his heart hammering, pulse racing with nerves. “I need to tell you something.”
“Is anything wrong!?”
“No, yes – well…” You sigh again. “I’m coming over if that’s okay.”
“Of course.”
“Maybe um, smoke some weed first? Have a drink?”
Satoru pauses. “How bad is the news?”
“Just get… relaxed first.”
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“You’re… pregnant?” He manages to ask, eyes locked onto you as you pace back and forth in his living room. “You’re sure?”
“I need an official test, but yes,” you keep pacing now, shaking your head, sighing. “I was ovulating, I should have known better. Ugh! And now… Toru, you don’t have to help if I keep it, okay? I don’t want you thinking I like did this to get something, like because you’re rich or-”
“Excuse me?” He stands now, walking to you, gripping your shoulders gently, turning you to face him. “When would I ever think that about you?”
“But so many women would fucking do that to you,” you whisper, eyes full of tears. “And I know you’re scared of that. I know it’s why you’re cautious with dating anyone.”
That’s part of it.
The other part is he compares them all to you.
“I know it’s an accident, fuck I’m just as responsible, I was more than happy to fuck you without one,” you flush then, and he clears his throat. “Sorry, I know we aren’t supposed to bring it up.”
“Hard not to, now,” you sigh, letting him cup your face. “I’m so sorry. Really, I know you have so much on your plate, and-”
“Stop apologizing.”
“You’re taking this way better than I thought,” you admit softly, letting him hug you, sinking against his warmth. “I thought you’d panic, or worse… hate me.”
“I’d never hate you,” he whispers, his mind rushing a million miles a minute – of course it’s scary, and of course he has no clue about kids at all. He doesn’t even know what you’ll wanna do, but fuck if he won’t support his best friend – the girl he’s been pining for secretly for years.
He sure couldn’t bring any of that up now, not when you need support, when you need him to just be there.
“We need to make a doctor’s appointment, yeah?”
“I already did,” you sniffle, and he swipes your tears. “Do you wanna come with me?”
“Of course I do,” his brows draw together. “You’ve known me since we were babies almost, you really think I’d let you do this alone?”
“I knew you wouldn’t, but to resent me,” you trail off now, emotions burning in your throat. “I really always wanted one. Not now, but, I did.”
“Yeah, me too,” you blink a bit. “Didn’t know that?”
“You never talked about it to me,” you sniffle again, nausea suddenly hitting you, making you sway a bit. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m gonna…” you rush off then to one of his bathrooms, not one of your finer moments, and as a best friend always does, he holds your hair while you’re sick – it’s not like he hasn’t done it at high school keg parties, or the beginning of college for you – but it’s been a while since you’ve needed it. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, please,” he sighs now, standing. “I’ll get you something for your tummy, you have a toothbrush you can use under the sink, okay?”
“Thank you, Toru,” you hang your head as he walks out, soon you’re on his couch with your legs over his thighs, you all frequently sit like that – but now everything is different. He’s got you nibbling on saltines, and a ginger ale – he’d door dashed them so fast you were surprised.
Then you found out it wasn’t doordash – it was just Ijichi.
Poor Ijichi, really, but you suppose he’s paid well to be at Gojo’s beck and call all the time.
“I’ll throw it up again.” You nibble, little teeth marks on the cracker as you try to chew it a bit. “I keep getting sick.”
“How will you grow a baby if you don’t eat, hmm?” His words hit hard, the sweetness in them, the way he’s looking right at you. “Chew.”
“Yes sir,” you mumble, chewing again.
“Swallow.”
“Don’t say that!?” You’re choking almost on that cracker now as he snorts, smirking just a bit and leaning close.
“Oh, why not? Mind somewhere?” He teases, as if it’s just another day, and watches you get all flustered, playfully shoving him. “Perv.”
“Me!? You got me pregnant!”
“Well, you told me to keep going.”
“You little shit,” he shoves the ginger ale can in your hand again, narrowing those baby blues.
“Drink.”
“Just don’t say swallow, god,” he snorts and rolls his eyes a bit, leaning back on the couch, you see it’s getting dark outside now. “I need to head back soon.”
“Just stay,” it was normal to stay, before that night, before you knew how good his lips felt on your shoulders, his teeth sinking into the nape of your neck, cock railing your cunt from behind.
It was not normal anymore.
You look at his lips, wondering what it would be like to press yours on them, they were soft on your skin, but things were so hasty you both didn’t do that. Probably for the best, they were too plump and glossy, unfairly pretty like all of Satoru Gojo was, really, best you don’t even think of it.
“I should go,” you finally manage to say, and Satoru frowns. “I really have a lot to do tomorrow with work.”
Work.
He forgets you have your summer job, concern hitting his features then. “In your condition?”
“I’m barely pregnant, silly,” you playfully push him again, standing now. “I will see you at the appointment?”
“Of course,” he hugs you a little too long at the door, he can tell you’re fucking terrified as you hug him back, but…
Satoru’s not upset, at all actually.
Instead, he orders anything and everything a baby could need, and a million baby books, studying everything there was to know, picturing it all.
No, he was…
Excited.
Terrified but fucking excited to think of it – of the one girl he’s always loved carrying his baby, but he tries to rein it all in, the last thing he needs to do is pressure you either way with any decision. So instead, when you text him the details and a little good night with a heart, he simply writes back –
See you then. Night, sweetheart
Before studying again like a little psycho all night – by the time your visit comes, Satoru Gojo is an entire fucking expert on everything pregnancy related, in fact. What else was a best friend for, really, if not to support you with everything?
And if in the next week he jerks it hopelessly to the thought of fucking you and cumming in you, well…
He can’t really help that.
*****
The next week
The gel is cold against your skin as the doctor spreads it across your stomach with the little wand, your shirt slid up to your chest, showing a tummy still mostly flat.. Gojo sits beside you, his hand clenched in yours, his face paler than usual despite how supportive he is being.
You've both been quiet since arriving at the doctor, even in the back of his car as his driver brought you, there was not much said. He tried to lighten the mood by showing you videos of dumb things, but when it didn’t work, and he knew you needed the quiet? He gave you it, just keeping a hand touching your thigh the entire ride.
Comforting, he was comforting you – as the reality of this situation was sinking deeper with each passing moment.
A baby.
Would you have it? Would you keep it? Part of you has always loved kids, but you never expected to be a mother yet, especially not being married or at least with someone. Not your best friend – and was he still going to be that? Would he resent you for your decision, would-
"Alright, let's see what we can find," the doctor says, moving the wand across your belly and thankfully cutting off your thoughts. “Hmm… let’s try here.”
You stare at the screen as he delves lower, pressing a bit on your pelvis – your heart is pounding so quickly you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. There's just static for some time, and you feel yourself getting sick as Satoru watches with you, seeing the shape of your uterus right on the screen.
Fuck - what if something’s wrong!? What if…
“Hey,” Satoru smiles at you, feeling your panic – he’s always known you so fucking well, and now is no different. He runs his thumb across your knuckles softly. “Hear that?”
“No I…” There it is.
A flicker. A tiny, rapid fluttering on the screen, and the sounds, little whooshes quickly echoing in the room, it’s so fast, you can’t take what it does to you in that moment, feeling tears in your eyes. “See?”
“A heartbeat…” You whisper, he grins all big, his teeth white and bright, that smile fucking ruining you.
Another pregnancy symptom?
Apparently being too fucking horny – and being around Gojo made everything a million times worse. Did he have to be so attractive? Did he have to smell so damn good? Did he have to hold your hand like this with his pretty blue eyes glittering, like he’s got it all together when you don’t?
How were you ever just his friend before, you always had something for him, sure. High school crush, college crush, puppy love – but through it all you always knew that friendship was the most important thing. Yet now you know what it’s like for him to grip your hips, to hold you, to bend you over and break you apart on him. To have his body on top of you.
How could you forget it when you’ll be seeing him constantly for years?
"That's the heartbeat," the doctor says with a smile, shaking you out of your heated thoughts. "Strong and healthy. Looks like you're about ten weeks along."
Tears spring to your eyes as you turn to look at Satoru, seeing his own are affixed now to the screen, his lips slightly parted. He looks from the screen to your stomach, then back again, his expression one of pure awe.
"Is that… that’s the baby?”
“Yes, it’s hard to see this early,” the doctor takes a few pictures, it’s a tiny, moving little thing, so small it’s hard to tell.
“That's our baby,” you whisper, then curse softly. “I mean…”
“Shh,” Satoru murmurs, his own heart hammering so fast he almost feels faint. He was of course nervous, but seeing it and seeing you – the girl he’s loved as long as he can remember? He can’t help his dopey fucking grin. “It is.”
“Yeah,” you murmur, all pretty, flushed cheeks, blushing when Satoru offers to clean the gel off your tummy and you sit up, it squishes just a bit, making you curse. “Ugh, already.”
“You look perfect,” he says it before he can stop himself, his hand moving gently to wipe your skin clean, you look down, thighs pressing together, as his eyes flick to yours. “You’ll be pretty, all pregnant.”
“No way, my mom got huge and I will too!”
“So? It’s part of that,” you frown again. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” He tilts your chin as you slide your shirt down.
“What’s going on in your mind right now?”
“That I’m selfish, self centered to think of my body,” you pout a bit. “Stretch marks, titties getting so big, tummy huge. God, my ankles will too! My friends have all been so miserable, ugh. And I should worry less about that, and more about how I’ll raise this damn baby. Am I…”
“Shh,” he kisses your temple now, and you lean against him, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re in your early twenties, pretty normal to be worried about your body changing, I don’t think that’s selfish. Okay?”
“You always make me feel better,” you snuggle against him, loving this too fucking much, inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth.
“What are friends for? Besides… getting you pregnant I mean.”
“Satoru!”
“Well…” You snort and shove at him, shaking your head. “When’s the next appointment?”
“Two weeks for a physical type check… do you…”
“I’ll be there.”
*****
The next physical went great, and Satoru’s been reading even more baby books – you’d decided to keep it and had let him know it was his choice, of course, if he wanted to be involved. Because this was both your choices.
Of course Satoru did.
There was no world he’d ever let you do this alone and not support you – though he doesn’t tell you exactly how excited he really is, he is so nervous in these moments, especially knowing how scared you still are. So he tries to be comforting, reassuring, there for you.
He was right there on time, taking you there, and fuck he looked good. He had on this sweater that was so soft you wanted to snuggle against it, that cologne in your senses, almost making you salivate.
Fuck.
As if you didn’t want him before, at three months pregnant it was worse than ovulation, it was like you needed to cum constantly. You’d played with your pussy every day to avoid this, to hope that you could act normal with him, but when he’d brushed this tiny stretch mark on your skin and smiled?
When he’d murmured cute.
When he held the door open for you, sliding in and talking about everything he’s researched on babies? Well, that’s when it’s almost fucking impossible to control, thighs pressed together with your hands between them, as if you can keep yourself from touching him somehow on the drive back.
You're impossibly quiet in the back seat of his sleek black car, Ijichi drives Gojo everywhere, you’re not even sure Satoru can drive – there’s no point really though. You don’t blame him one bit, but it was always pretty fucking cool in school to get those rides home with him – memories twist and blur just a bit as he brushes a lock of your hair back, smiling at you.
You shift uncomfortably, trying to discreetly press your thighs together even more, to not just straight up whine out from the friction, but it's no use. You're so horny it hurts, your panties soaked to all hell, your clit pulsing with need, literally twitching from his proximity.
What sort of pregnancy thing was this? This wasn’t in a book.
"You okay, sweetheart?” Satoru asks softly now, glancing over at you. "You've been squirming, are you uncomfy? I think cramps can still happen – and your back can hurt from it. I can rub it?"
“No! I mean!? No!? I mean…” You curse, shaking your head. "I'm fine is all I meant!”
“Fine?” You nod quickly, making him sigh. “Am I being too touchy with you? Offering to-”
“No, no. God I appreciate you so much, never,” you mumble, shaking your head. “It’s not that at all.”
“Okay…” He exhales now.
“You thought that?”
“You’re so tense around me,” he brushes his hand against your thigh softly. “Like you’re clenched up, I worried I…”
“No… I’m just… not okay.”
"What's wrong?" he asks, brows furrowing just a bit. "Are you in any pain or anything? I need to know if you are."
"Not exactly," you admit, your cheeks flushing, burning fucking hot, god is this car just hot!? Is his skin burning!? "It's just... I'm really... uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable how? I can turn up the AC, and you can lean on me?”
You hesitate a bit, he’s being so fucking sweet, and you feel like a deviant right now. Your brain is on nothing but how long his fingers are, how good they’d feel inside you, fuck when you’d been together you’re not sure he touched you much. He had slipped them in for a moment but you were so needy you had begged him to put it in.
Oh and that stretch.
But they’re long, and they’re thick, thumb brushing your thigh. You sigh, shutting your eyes again.
“You know you can tell me anything, yeah? Known you since the fucking fifth grade, now is not time to get shy.”
“Right…” You take a shaky breath. “It’s embarrassing."
“Okay, how?”
"I'm horny," you blurt it out, watching his own blush, cursing a bit. "Like, painfully horny. I feel like I will jump you, straddle you, fuck your hands are so big and… Satoru, were they always this big!?”
“Were they…” He laughs nervously. “What?
“Were they always this big – and why do you smell like that?” He blushes brighter as you lean forward, your hand covering his. “I’m going to lose it, I can’t act like this, but it’s like I’m going to die if I don’t cum. I’m wet from nothing.”
Oh fuck.
He can’t take that, looking at you as you lean forward, your tits are right in his view, that sleeve falling off your off shoulder sweater, showing too much of your pretty skin. He swallows nervously, it takes everything not to just drag you on his lap and pump you full of cum.
God, what would your nipples look like dripping milk? How big and full would your tits get? He feels like he’s the pervert, and you’re over here worrying, he can see it as you pull back just a bit.
"Oh. That's... that's a thing? With pregnancy?” He tries to act calm, cock throbbing.
"Apparently," you mutter, shifting again. "And it's fucking awful right now, I am not trying to be… distant, okay? I…”
The car hits a bump and you whine out.
“Ugh!” You cover your face, Satoru is quiet for a moment, then clears his throat, taking your hands down slowly, making you look at him. “This is embarrassing!"
“Nah, it’s… just…” He swallows a bit, nervous as his fingers wrap around your delicate wrists. "I could... I mean, if it would help... I could help you out. As a friend if you um… want? As… a baby daddy… friend or-"
You blink then. "What?"
"Just... to take the edge off I could help you feel better," he murmurs, his cheeks still slightly flushed, eyes dark. "I helped you get in this state, I could at least help you with this, to make you cum, hmm?”
“Make me cum?” You’re trembling a bit at that. “Like and… it’s fine with you?”
“Is it fine with me,” he laughs a bit, shaking his head, tilting your chin up. “You askin’ if I have a problem making you cum for me?”
“I just,” you bury your face against his chest, his hand slipping up your thigh achingly slow. “Make me cum how?”
“You keep staring at my hands, do you want my fingers inside you?” You suck in a breath, burying your face again, feeling his thumb brushing your skin. “What else is your best friend for, hmm?"
“Satoru,” you laugh softly, biting down on your lip, peeking over at the partition. “Would he hear?”
“You were loud,” you gasp and playfully shove at him. “I’m kidding… kind of. You really were.”
“I’ll be a little quiet,” you whisper. “You were loud too.”
“Brat, tch,” you giggle, and it feels perfect.
Satoru is your best friend.
Satoru got you pregnant.
Now Satoru Gojo’s fingers are sliding up your thighs, his fingertips tugging at the waistband of those leggings, you love wearing them lately, with your body already changing just a bit. “Are you sure you want me to?”
“Yes,” you whisper, a hand slipping up his chest, shaky just a bit as his fingertips slip lower. “Helping me as my friend.”
“Best friend.”
“Best ever,” you whisper – delusional – nodding so he has the okay, his fingers are just a bit hesitant at first, gently tracing the edge of your panties before slipping underneath, finding you. “Mnh!”
You gasp as his fingers brush against your folds, already slick with arousal, embarrassingly so in fact – so wet the squelch is loud as he darts it up your slit, Satoru moans softly, looking into your eyes and slipping lower. His fingertip dips in, and even more slick drips out, your panties already sticky, he lets out a little hum, running them up, studying you.
You shake your head in response, spreading your thighs wide for his fingers to explore you, he finds your clit easily, circling it gently and all teasing, making you whine out in frustration before applying more pressure, drawing patterns like he had that night months ago.
“Satoru!” You whisper it, trying to keep quiet as you arch against his hand, a desperate whine escaping your lips again, hands gripping at his sweater too tightly.
"Like that?" he asks, his voice soft, god does he have to sound like that? You’re trying to keep it together, but the faster his fingers rub your twitchy lil clit, the worse.
"Yes, y-yes like that I…. mhm!”
He knows your body, he has no problem sliding two in deep, curving up and letting the heel of his palm graze your needy clit, squishing noises even louder as he watches you, waiting for you to fall apart for him.
“So wet,” he murmurs, moving faster. “You’re close, hmm?”
You nod quickly, letting him lean forward – as if he may kiss you, just hovering a centimeter away as he works your cunt, lifting his chin and looking down at you, eyes hungry and bright blue.
“Then cum, let go,” he whispers, and you do it like on command, earning his soft, murmured praise, orgasm rushing through you until you’re high from it, resting your face against his neck.
“Toru,” you breathe out, eyes shutting, the orgasm so much better than what you can do yourself.
"Better?" he asks softly, pulling his fingers back just a bit, eyeing that slick and moaning. “Fuck…”
"Much better,” you mumble, seeing that amount of slickness and panicking. “Oh god sorry…”
“For what? Being soaked?” He smirks a bit. “No need.”
“I um…” He sucks your cunt off his fingers, making your lips part at the filthy little act, something you’ve never seen with any other partner.
He just tasted your cunt, his cheeks hollowing.
“I um… you uh…” Words. Use words. “I… th-thhank you?"
"Anytime," he says with a small smile, chuckling a bit as your flavor hits his tastebuds. “What sort of friend would I be if I let you hurt like that?”
“Right, you’re winning the best friend – baby daddy award,” he snorts, and the two of you act fine, act as if this was just that.
You’re both too fucking scared to admit what it really is.
*****
A month later
You're staying over at Gojo's place again – it's become more frequent since the pregnancy was confirmed. The two of you spend a lot of time together, preparing a bit or just enjoying each other’s company. You had to tell your families, which was not an easy conversation, especially with Satoru’s parents.
They’d been appalled quite frankly, Satoru was supposed to marry who they wanted him to, they were anything if not distant and terrible as long as you knew him. You’d held his hand that night during that dinner, and asked if he wanted you to stay over again, quiet as you both drove home.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured softly, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, I expected much worse.”
“I still want to,” you had said, kissing his cheek, your eyes fluttering shut, his hand had instinctively touched your tummy, getting rounder now, something so intimate and sweet it almost broke you.
You hated going home alone.
There were plenty of rooms – but tonight you couldn’t just sleep in one, tossing and turning until you got up in the middle of the night, peeking to see Satoru asleep, sprawled across his bed with his lankly limbs – the sheets tangled around his waist. You watch him for a moment, you’ve seen him asleep countless times, but everything lately has felt so different.
“Toru?”
“Hmm?” He opens his eye and turns, peeking at you. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
His voice is all raspy with sleep, making your heart flutter. God he’s even cuter, leaning up in the dark, brushing a hand through his hair with a sleepy smile. “Could I sleep in your bed?”
“You want the comfiest one, hmm?” He teases, holding up the blanket for you to crawl in beside him. “Come closer.”
“You sure?” He nods, tugging you against him and sighing, burying his face in your neck. “Will it be too much?”
“No, not at all,” he feels so good, he’s so warm, his body against yours. “Get some sleep.”
But sleep still eludes you, you instead can’t stop thinking of how badly you crave not any kind of food or drink like a normal pregnant girl.
You’re craving Satoru.
God, thinking of that hardness pressing against you in your mouth, to taste him for once, feel him harden on your tongue and pulse. Swallow him down, suck him till he’s whimpering, cumming over and over?
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, hmm?” He teases you again. “I feel your brain whirling over there.
“I’m having an odd craving,” you mumble, turning over to him now, he raises a brow at you, yawning.
“I’ll order whatever, what is it?”
“You can’t order it,” you bite your lip now, and he laughs.
“You want me to make you cum again?”
“No.”
“No?” You slide down the bed, gently pulling back the sheets a bit, and his breath catches in his throat. He's only wearing boxers, and you can already see the outline of his cock, thick and growing, a little dark spot where pre is slipping. “Oh you… you’re craving…”
“I really want your cock in my mouth.”
Is Satoru fucking dreaming!?
He wonders as he blinks rapidly at you, your fingertips trailing his abdomen, making them tense. “You want my cock in your mouth?”
“Yeah, that sounds insane. I want…” You sigh. “Cum.”
“Cum!? Is that even safe!?”
“I don’t know, that’s not in a book!” You pull back now, sighing. “God I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, don’t go,” he catches your wrist quickly, tugging you against him. “I would never turn down your mouth, you fuckin’ kidding?”
“You sure?”
“Am I sure,” he shuts his eyes, trying not to act as eager as he really is, and completely failing. “In what world does anyone turn that down? Especially from you.”
“You want it then?” You whisper, reaching out to trace the length of him through the soft fabric, he whimpers just a bit, the sound making you ache.
“You really wanna suck me till I cum? You don’t want like… ice cream with pickles or something?” You laugh softly, shaking your head, and he tugs you more, your hair falling against his skin, brushing his thigh. “Yeah, go ahead then, sweetheart. You can suck me any time you need.”
“Oh can I?” His hand brushes your hair back reverently as he tugs his cock out, he’s close to telling you he’s in love just when you kiss his flushed tip, tongue lapping to grab a little bit of white.
“Anytime,”he murmurs again instead, watching as you gently take the tip of him into your mouth, hot and wet. “Fuck…”
“Mnh,” you’re aching as you eye him, and his hand entangles gently into your hair, easing your head down so you can taste him – clean and slightly salty with the white coating your tastebuds. You moan softly as you take more of him in, your tongue swirling around to hit his frenum, making his hips buck up.
“God… so this is really your pregnancy craving?"
You hum around him in response, which makes him groan, thickening in your mouth as you move up and down, reaching for your pussy and touching it, letting him fuck into your throat, pausing then.
“Is it too much?”
You pull back with a messy pop, shaking your head. “I want it.”
“Fuck you’re pretty like this,” he whispers, his hand gentle but firm on the back of your head as you work him with your mouth, taking him deeper with each pass until he's hitting the back of your throat, and you’re gagging on him. “Takin’ me like that? So fucking good, doin’ s’good I…”
He’s mumbling, stuttering as he fucks your throat – just like you were dying for, making you suck harder, aching to taste all of him. Him whispering your name as you drool down his balls, his tip gliding past your uvula, while your fingers fuck in and out of your needy cunt.
“You’re touching her?” He asks softly, you hum in response, he’s lost at how good your throat feels, how tight with every little gasp. “Sucking me has you that needy, hmm?”
“Mhm,” you suck even harder, and he fears he won’t last long, not when you’re cumming, shaking and your throat is contracting, his thick length stretching it so good.
“Want all of that cum in your throat?” He whispers hoarsely, you moan again, eyes looking up under your lashes as he holds your hair in a ponytail. “I’ll give you all of it, then, sweetheart.”
He is not quiet when he cums, no, Satoru Gojo moans – husky and fucking loutd as his hips buck up, and he’s busting his creamy release. It’s spilling down your throat, and you greedily swallow every drop, slurping it all as he gently fucks your throat a few more times, whining out, sensitive.
You take your fingers of your cunt, slick and messy, sucking him up and down, still semi hard, eyes locked on his.
You just sucked Satoru Gojo’s cock.
Your friend since fifth grade.
You pull off, a thick string of saliva and cum dissolving from your licks, as your little pink tongue then gently licks him clean.
“You’re so perfect I…” He trails off, swallowing nervously and then tugging you up. “C’mere.”
You gasp as you land on his chest, and he wraps an arm around you, kissing your lips, tasting his own cum right off you.
You haven’t even kissed Satoru yet.
That’s what’s insane, you’ve gotten pregnant, you’ve fucked him, came on his fingers, but it was as if you both knew the kiss would ruin you, and it does, desperate, needy and sweet. How his hand tangles in your hair, and his lips move, plump and soft against yours.
That’s when the inevitable fact hits your heart – you didn’t just crave cum in your mouth, you wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to fall apart for you, his tongue glides on yours and you can’t help but sigh into his mouth. You lean up a bit, hands on his chest, a smile so big and goofy on his face you melt.
“So, was that just a craving?”
“Were your fingers just helping a friend out?” You ask, he laughs and shakes his head, cupping your face.
“What do you think?” You bury your face nervously, letting him hold you against his body, your heart racing.
“I think everything is insane. And scary and… I don’t ever, ever want to lose you, Satoru.”
“You won’t,” he whispers, kissing gently across your cheek, to your temple, but the words still don’t make it from his lips.
I love you.
It’s like they’re stuck, until you’re fast asleep, and he murmurs them like he did that night you conceived your baby.
*****
It goes on like that, sucking Satoru for your oral fixation, and fuck he’s not complaining, but soon it’s not enough, neither is you letting him finger you when you’re aching. You’re so sexy with your tummy swelling, and your tits so full, your face is glowing and your goddamn eyes are glittering.
You are sinking to your knees after work at your place when he halts you, shaking his head, making you pause.
“Oh um, not today?”
“You stand here,” he says instead, kneeling and making you blush, looking up at you under his snowy lashes. “I want to taste you this time.”
“Toru, you c-can’t… I’m getting big already and-”
“You’re perfect,” you melt when he gently slides up your dress, groaning when he sees your slick, pretty pussy. “Call it my pregnancy craving.”
“You got ‘em too, hmm?” he laughs softly, tickling your skin.
“Why don’t you sit down and spread your thighs,” you obey him – how can you not – sitting at the edge of the bed, eyeing the reflection of you both in your mirror for just a moment, the sight as filthy as it is sweet, worshipping you when he kisses up your inner thigh. “Good girl.”
“You can’t just say that, Toru,” he doesn’t know what it does until this very moment, when he spreads your plump lips, watching the slick pool down, so fucking pretty. His hand brushes up the curve of your tummy, tongue gathering that mess and drinking it with a greedy bob of his Adam's apple. “Mnh!”
“Fuck,” Satoru’s lost now – hand adjusting his straining erection, his other slipping higher, squishing a tit, feeling the weight of it in his palm as he looks up at your body, your face, head falling back.
You’re too pretty pregnant.
All he can think is how he’s almost glad you are right now, he knows it was an ‘accident’ but he’s so fucking happy, having you with him all the time, having your touch, your nearness. Seeing all the changes and knowing in this way the two of you are connected, a toxic little thought nagging at him that he’d love to do it again, next time on purpose.
Maybe he’s very happy pulling out didn’t work, and that the condom broke, when his fingers press into your thighs, and he’s greedily slurping at your cunt now. All gentleness lost as your flavors hit, ones he’s had little hints of at best, watching you suck him was amazing, but Satoru thinks he loves this just as much if not more, drinking your cunt up as you tremble, as you fall apart.
“I’m c-close, fuck I’m…” You’re pressing your thighs on either side, he pulls back, your wetness making his face glisten.
“Hold ‘em open,” he murmurs softly, you prop your feet up on the bed as he sinks further onto the plush of your rug. “Just like that.”
“I’m spread wide though…”
“And you were when I got you this way,” he grins as you blush. “You wouldn’t let me touch you, it was just – in me.”
“Well I wanna say it again,” you admit softly. “But also…”
You tug his hair, bringing his face against you, his moans vibrating on your messy, sensitive clit. Satoru slides two fingers in and fucks them in your hole, slick and drooling onto the carpet with every thrust, his mouth sucking your little clit inside it. A few more flicks and hums, and you’re shattering, cumming so hard you squirt all over him, soaking his shirt.
“Fuck…” He looks at you in wonder, you gasp, covering your face.
“Oh god!? I’ve never…”
“Good,” he is possessive then, as he stands up, sliding your dress until it’s off you completely, leaning forward and kissing your lips. “I’m glad if I made you first.”
“Are you getting possessive of your ‘friend’?” You tease – you both know the word is nonsense at this point, but you’re also scared to say more.
That you’re in love with him.
“Maybe I am…” He admits, his voice breathy and sensual, as you taste yourself, the sweetness from his mouth mixing with your own flavor, addictive. “Maybe I wanna pump you full of me, hmm? Maybe I’ve been wanting to.”
“Then do it,” you whisper, eagerly tugging down his zipper, seeing just how hard and thick he is. “Cum in me.”
“Fuck, seriously!?” You giggle a bit at that, nodding. “What position though? Can you… be on your back? Can you…”
“You didn’t read that part, hmm?” You tease him then, laying back and seeing how his eyes darken, his pretty tip leaking. “I can, but no weight on the tummy at this point so…”
“Got it,” he whispers, hands on your hips, standing between you as you lay there, thighs wide, your mess dripping in rivulets still from your thighs, when his tip hits your slit you both take a breath.
“Ah!” You’re so sensitive during this stage of pregnancy, you almost cum from a rub, embarrassing as it was to squirt on his damn face, you can still see where you soaked his shirt as he leans down, careful not to put weight on you. “Sensitive…”
“Yeah, are you, baby?” You nod quickly, he keeps rubbing it, like to torture you, kissing you while holding himself up and standing, achingly sweet even as his fat cockhead is going faster between your folds. “Yeah you are – gonna cum like this, hmm? Like that night?”
“You r-remember?” You mumble, losing control of your senses, clinging to his biceps, nails pressing over his shirt, Satoru sighs, kissing you again, as you feel your body tense up.
“Of course I remember,” your eyes meet, and you can’t help but shatter with another glide of his tip against your slit, impossibly more squirt spraying him. “God you’re wetter than before. Is that even possible?”
“In me, fuck… stop teasin’ me…” You are already cockdrunk from his tip, and he knows it – smirk on his handsome face. “Toru!”
“Lemme take my time, know how long I’ve waited?” You can’t answer, not when he glides his cock in, careful when in three thrusts he bottoms out, waiting for you to adjust. “Feel so fuckin’ good… you’re soaked…”
“Mhm,” your thighs tremble, he is easing back, his hands trailing down your changing body in a way that should make you nervous.
But you just want more.
“Beautiful…” He whispers, easing back and looking at the mess with every slow stroke, how your puffy lips are moving around his thickness, coated his raised veins till they’re glittery. “Look at you, sweetheart. These tits, so full, I can’t wait till there’s milk dripping.”
You whine out then, eyes rolling back as he begins to move, standing and lifting you just slightly, angling your hips so his cock can rub right on your sweet spot, hitting the little sponginess of it over and over in sweet little kisses. You shatter again, and again, cumming so much you get dizzy, your ears ringing, his cock filling you and stretching you more than you thought you could take.
He’s whispering your name in a way that’s nothing like ‘a friend’ or even a baby daddy, the way he says your name as he rests a hand on your ribcage, the other on your hip, fucking into you? It’s filthy, it’s loving, it’s everything and anything but how he’s said it your whole life, and yet…
It’s still the way he said it the day he met you.
When he first learned your name, the two of you became friends, and he shared his lunch with you because you forgot to make your own. The way when he took you home after school, and when he’d hold open that umbrella, the two Satoru Gojos meld – that one, and this one, a man fucking you up, holding you, his shirt half slid up from your hands.
“Off, off,” you tug impatiently and he laughs, doing just that, letting you touch his abdomen, his chest, gripping his obliques when he starts to move faster. “Ah!”
“Y-you okay, sweetheart?” He manages, pausing then. “Am I too…”
“I’ll give you anything when you ask so sweet,” he eases out and you gasp, scowling at him. “I’m just going to make you more comfy, don’t you glare at me.”
“I said more and you… oh…” He’s gently putting a little pillow underneath your hips now, and you sigh, lashes fluttering. “That is better.”
“Mhm, impatient girl,” he glides back in, hitting your spot even better, every drag of his tip having you closer and closer. “You sure you want my cum? You wanna be so full of me it drips out all day?”
“Yes,” it’s automatic, your answer, Satoru whines out then, his cheeks all flushed, his eyes lidded and heavy – you feel him pulsing inside, he’s so big in your slick, messy walls. “Please… cum inside I… mnh!”
“Fuck,” Satoru gives you just that – all his milky cum, coating your walls in white, trembling as you milk him for every drop.
Oh, and when he sees that mess pouring from your pretty cunt? Well he can’t help but fuck it back inside, but this time with you on your knees, your head resting on the bed as he holds your body up. Watching the thick coating of his own white release slipping down his cock, his balls heavy again.
He gives you more of it – more of him, desperately whimpering in your ear, cum getting fucked back inside, whispering those treacherous words that you didn’t hear last time. But this time you do, you turn your head, drool spilling, eyes all fucked out – Satoru swipes your drool as he busts his load deep in you again, three now just getting fucked deeper, slipping from the mess you both are.
“You l-love me?” You mumble, brows drawn together. “Is that like… just talk during it or…”
“I love you,” he whispers again, a little louder, seeing your eyes glimmer. “Not just because I’m buried inside you and pussy drunk, no. I do love you. God I do.”
“I love you too, Toru,” you whisper, letting him kiss you, drinking his sighs and moans in as he gently rocks his still hard cock inside, in the stuffed full, creamy mess he’s made of you. “I love you too.”
It’s whispered over and over, when he’s showering you, helping you shave, being so gentle and sweet – like he wasn’t just railing your pussy, like he wasn’t fingering his cum back in. No, it’s perfect, the way you can finally not call Satoru Gojo just your friend anymore.
*****
You had a baby with your best friend by accident – but it’s anything but a mistake, in fact when you’re holding her in your arms and smiling at her, seeing the same blue eyes you’ve loved your whole life? When Satoru’s making a bottle downstairs and you’re rocking in the chair in the nursery he had made?
When she’s all milk drunk later in your arms and Satoru is laughing at her little face, brushing her cheek with his thumb? You know it was all for some reason, even if it’s a little too soon, and even if you’re not fully ready yet – you know it’s perfect here, having him kiss your head, sighing and looking at her.
“She’s so cute like this,” he says softly, brushing some of her downy hair that’s forming, you ease the bottle and she is still sucking. “She needs a binky?”
“Mhm,” he hands you one, and you slip it in her mouth, grinning all big up at Satoru now. “She looks so much like you. I’m not sure my genetics tried.”
“Well, I do have Gojo genes,” he’s all puffing his chest, you can’t help but giggle, before wincing a bit at the pain. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“Still sore,” you admit, he gently takes her and places her in the pretty little bassinet, swaddling her up tightly before coming to you, helping you up. “Thank you… Toru, thank you for everything. I was scared at first, but…”
“I was too,” he admits, peeking down at you – still so beautiful, but the strain of having her has taken it’s toll. You’ve got dark circles, and your color isn’t all back yet, he picks you up before you can stop him.
“Toru!”
“You’re taking a nap.”
“I can walk!”
“I know,” he holds you anyway, you yawn and bury your face against his neck, lashes tickling his skin. “I love her so much.”
“I do too,” you admit, giggling. “So much I almost want another.”
“Another, hmm?’
“Not any time soon!” He just grins as he lays you down. “You deviant, don’t even think about it for at least two years!”
“Sure, I wasn't thinking about it at all,” he sighs as he sees your nipples dripping though, thumb brushing over one, tasting it. “Oh it’s sweet.”
“You little freak,” you tease, but you let him have just a taste, a little flick of his tongue before he tugs up your top. “Take a nap with me.”
“All right,” he is tired too, just trying to keep wide awake for you, but when he cuddles you to him, and feels you against him, he can’t stop his grin.
He got his best friend pregnant by accident – but the next time will absolutely be on purpose.
mdni - masturbation, talking you through it, lwk yandere/dom qifrey hehe - reader is 20's plus, no i'm not sorry that i'm ruined by this man and can't stop </3
You can't seem to make yourself cum tonight, no matter what you do. Pumping your fingers in and out of your needy cunt, right next to the room of your teacher - Master Qifrey, at that!
Oh but if he ever knew you were such a slutty, traitorous apprentice!
How can you not ache around him, especially when you saw the way that tight black shirt just fit his body when he ended up wet earlier? You'd gone and utterly ruined a spell - you cannot draw a circle as well as the girls here much, much younger. It had splashed him directly!
Fuck he was angry, but he softened, pulled himself together, smiling at you kindly like he always did.
Maybe you didn't want him to be kind, though. Maybe you loved how he looked when he lost control, picturing just how stern he could be instructing you to arch for him.
"Mnh!"
You can't seem to manage to make your needy cunt feel any better, these little pumps are hopeless. You're a sheltered girl so it's just angling, pressing up and down, trying to make anything feel good enough to release this pent up tension.
What if he instructed you to spread your thighs wide? To let him-
"Ah! Fuck," you grumble in frustration, tossing your pillow on the floor when the door gently knocks. You stumble and fall right out of the bed, tangled in a mess of sheets.
Well, shit.
"Ahem, one moment!" You are trying to right yourself when the door opens - and there he is, fucking shirtless aside from his open robe, tilting his head at you. "I woke you!?!? Oh I am terribly sorry I...."
"No, I was already up," jerking his cock to your muffled, pathetic little noises, but he couldn't cum himself - not when he knew you required his help! His instruction.
Who was he but your teacher in all things? Though youre a grown woman, where he got you from you'd not known more than how to sew and cook, he had even taught you to read. Now, you clearly need his help, standing with that gown all rumpled, as he shuts the door with a quiet click and walks forward.
His heavy steps creak the floorboards as you sit, your thighs smushing just so with the action - and that's when he sees it.
Your inner thigh glistening - the soft flesh has just a slick trail of your own arousal.
Qifrey turns for a moment, tall shadow casting across your door - a cute lil blush dancing on his cheeks as he gets it together. "Do you require my assistance, love?"
"To sleep?" You ask quietly, sighing. "No. I have the stones that..."
"Sometimes other methods help more," he turns back around, wondering if he has been imagining the lust in your gaze until now. It's achingly clear. "Effective."
"Oh, could you show me, please?" You are so sweet when he walks over, spreading your thighs and eliciting a filthy whine - he bets you'd do anything he told you to.
Would you drop to your knees and suck him till tears spilled from your pretty eyes?
Let him pump your pussy so full of cum you can't even wall the next day?
Let him fuck it back inside so he can make sure you smell and taste like him?
"Shh, you'll wake the girls," he whispers softly, tilting your chin up. "Perhaps I'll have to keep your pretty mouth shut if you cannot."
You love the sound of that.
Instead, you bite down on your lower lip, letting him slip up that gown, the soft silk gliding right up your thighs. "Spread them and place your feet on the bed."
There it is.
The dark voice that fucks you up, that ruins your senses, you obey so eagerly he laughs, eyeing your puffy pussy.
"Poor, pretty lil cunt, all tortured hmm? You've rubbed it everywhere wrong, tsk," he glides two fingers down that mess, watching you twitch as he spreads your cunt, moaning at the pretty color inside.
Perhaps your pussy is his favorite shade.
"You have more than enough to aid in this endeavor," he teases, pulling back and putting his soaked fingers to your lips. "Suck."
You wrap your lips and bob your mouth up and down, earning his hum of satisfaction- his soft white locks fall across his brow just so, glossy lips smirking with a darkness to that blue gaze, making it almost black.
"Show me, how terrible you were doing," you touch your cunt and he sighs. "Pathetic, love... really, you're trying so hard. You need my help?"
"Badly, please," you admit, he takes your fingers and puts them right in your twitchy clit, candlelight flickering and making him look so insane, his grin, his eye narrowing. "Please..."
"So desperate for your teacher's touch, mmm?" Your answer is to arch your hips, letting him guide your fingertips. "Little circles here - can you feel her jumping? She loves this. Hmm?"
You answer is to arch, slick dripping down your fingers and his own as he hovers over you, bracing himself with one hand, hearing your cunt squishing obscenley.
"Answer, you use those words for me, hmm? You can be good for me."
"Love... mhm!" He laughs softly.
"Cute," he murmurs, clicking his tongue and taking your free hand, putting it on your tit as those glasses fall down the bridge of his nose. "Play with those nipples, I bet they ache so."
You obey so eagerly he can't help but be proud of you, tugging on a nipple over the fabric as his fingers leave yours.
"Don't whine, love, you've got it... those circles, faster, mmm look how good you're listening. Shall I help?"
You spread wider, eyes fluttering shut when he leans back, pushing his fingers down to find your quivering hole and pressing right in, filling you so full he almost brushes that puffy cervix.
"Ngh! M-master... Qifrey I...." he gently smacks your cheek, shaking his head.
"Shh. If you want me to help you learn, you must be a very good student. Can you be?"
"Mhm!"
"Good girl," he's leaned over you now, lips moving across your throat, tracing your collar bone when you pause your little movements. "Ah - ah, did I inform you to stop?"
"N-no, ah!" He slaps your cheek again.
"Eyes on me," you flutter them open. "That's it, focus. Good, doing so exceptional, aren't you, pretty?"
You're lost in his fingers pumping, his gaze locked, lips threatening to clamp down on yours, all while you keep toying your clit, little cries and the clicking of the side to side motion even louder in your ears, already rushing with your racing heart. You feel it, the tension, coiling in your tummy as he makes you stretch.
"Tiny cunt would need so much work to take me," he murmurs, clicking his tongue just a bit, pushing those two fingers apart to test those tacky little walls. "Don't worry, I'd make sure she was ready - she's just too pathetic and small right now, hmm?"
You nod, you'll agree to anything really when it's from his lips, when he's laughing and smiling almost sweetly, splitting you open with two fingers as your own falter.
"Aww, close, hmm? It's all right, you can cum, darling," he whispers, pressing a cute kiss on your nose like he's not ruining you. "Go ahead, let me feel her."
You shatter, squirting all over his hand, splatteriing against his bare chest and making him moan, you're so wet you're slippery, fingers falling off for him to suck into his mouth.
"One more, hmm? Just for me? You can, can't you?"
"Y-yes, one... more... ah!" Qifrey wrings every fucking drop of wetness from your cunt until you're twitching, cramping, overstimulated to the point of crying.
"Oh look how pretty," he muses, lapping at a tear with a soft sigh. "Look at you, crying for me - aww, you came so much. Should I help clean you up, lovely?"
"Y-yes, please," so sweet, so pliant his student - you're his favorite one, if he played favorites, if he showed it outside of here - but for now, he must not. He cleans you up carefully, tucking you in and kissing your lips, letting your juices spill into your mouth. "Mmm... don't go..."
"I'll wait for you to rest then," he muses, sitting next to you as you yawn, eyelids heavy. He caresses your cheek, awaiting the moment he could sink his cock into your cunt - your mouth, all your holes, really.
They should belong to him.
Don't you?
"Rest, pretty student," you snuggle up, not wanting him to leave, especially when he leans down and murmurs in your ear. "Should your next lesson be in your sleep? You're most willing and open to learn all sorts of things, then."
He may think you're asleep, but you can't help but smile when he snuffs out your candle - you think you'd love any lesson.
Qifrey can't help but jerk his cock the moment he's back in his room, spilling those puffy little drops of white cum, picturing the next time he'd get to feel you. It's not as if he hasn't been watching you sleep since the night you got here, after all <3
He just cares so, so much for you.
****
nghhh he needs somno too - also i am working on 2 w/him and toru hehe
Just a bit, when you bend over a certain way in front of him in the kitchen, and he catches sight of the pretty heart shape your ass makes in that pretty night gown.
A rare time without the Atelier full, he can't help but feel himself throb at the thought. Tip just leaking white underneath those white robes, you peek back curiously, smiling just a bit at him as he imagines filling your womb with him, problem is he's never even touched you aside from hugs, lingering caresses.
Now all he wants to do is shove your nightgown up and slide his cock inside
How wet would you be? Though he dislikes getting wet, he cant imagine your slick coating his cock wouldn't be perfect. He has seen it, peering in your room when he shouldn't, palming his cock like a pervert, you would never know he watched you toy pathetically with your cunt.
Oh, he could teach you so much.
"What is it, something on me?" You ask, just a bit nervous as that hauntingly blue eyes peers right down your tits, barely concealed in the nightgown.
You have come here to help him with the girls, but every moment you're alone? All you can think of is how much longer his fingers are, how big those hands are, how he'd feel -
Stop that, madness, really.
He was affectionate and kind, reserved in a way that made you achingly curious, but ultimately he seemed rather untouchable, though you practically felt touched. You could not help but to brush your fingertips across your own collarbone for a moment, to catch his gaze, see his lips parted ever so slightly.
"Anything wrong, Qifrey?"
"Ahem," he clears his throat just a bit, blush dancing on his own cheeks when he sees those nipples peak, and for a moment he imagines them so full, drippin' milk. How many babies would you give him? When the girls inevitably leave, surely you could fill the home-
"Nothing," he manages to smile, walking toward you now, brushing a lock of your hair back but lingering a bit, running it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Just your skin is glimmering, your body is singing to me, your cunt is so wet I can see it dripping when you bend over."
You suck in a breath, teeth biting down on your lower lip, when he looks at you in shock.
"I said that!?"
"You said that," he curses softly, turning to leave when you pause him, a hand on his back over that dark shirt that fits him too well. "Well, you're not wrong, though. I'm..."
"Ovulating."
"Mhm," he turns back around, brushing a bit of flour off your breasts, making goosebumps rise. "I'll be all right though, just... they hurt a bit is all."
"I could help," he undoes the little lacy tie there, letting one of your pretty tits beg for his mouth, his huge hand taking it over and squishing it, making you cry out. "Do you need help, love?"
You can't answer, just your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks your nipple and bending low, your hand tangled in snowy strands, thick and fluffy in your fingers. "ah!"
"Sore? Sensitive?" His voice drops so many octaves it should be scary, how deep and intense it is with that lilting accent, you just nod for your answer as he slides up your gown. "Do you not touch yourself when you're like this?"
"It was not working well," you admit, cursing then. "I mean..."
"I could help," he turns you now, bending you over and moaning at the sight, of your pretty ass on display, fingers sliding through the mess your slit is. "You should really focus here."
"Ngh!" He's shoving two fingers deep with ease despite the filthy stretch, leaning over you now, his glasses fogging with those breaths, moaning against your ear. "M-master Qifrey I..."
"Can't reach, can you darling? Tsk, no worries," he's moving them up and down, hitting that spongy spot with ease, feeling you drip down his wrists, soaking his very sleeves as he tugs at your hair. "Why don't you cum for me, you're already taking these exceptionally, hmm?"
"Please," you're already a mess, the sounds of your squelching cunt obscene in the quiet kitchen, his free hand wraps your throat as you arch desperately. "Please, please..."
"Use your words, you can be a good girl for me, can't you?" He whispers, teeth nipping your ear, fingers putting just the right amount of pressure as the other two press up, making you dizzy. "Please what? Please don't stop? Please let you cum? Please breed this slutty, soaking wet cunt?"
Fuck.
Breed you!?
He can't say that with his long fucking fingers and his goddamn accent, while you're ovulating. "B-breed me?"
"God yes," he's lost it now, yanking his fingers out to suck your juices off them, cheeks hollowing as he wraps his glossy lips. "Want me to fill you with babies, have the entire place full of them?"
"Yes," there's not a trace of hesitation, especially when he's bending you over the old kitchen table, and the fat head of his pretty cock is running up and down your folds. "B-breed me... mnh!"
"How do we ask, love," he whispers, even as he's leaking sticky white on your dripping wet pussy. "You're making such a mess, you know, dripping on the floors? Can't talk now?"
"Please," you whisper again. "Please breed me Sir."
That earns his cock shoving inside your cunt.
Oh, you thought Qifrey would ease his cock in, inch by inch, tease you? No, his entire length fills you to the cervix, he gives you a bit of mercy when he lets you adjust, when he eases back just enough to glide in your quivering walls.
"You're perfect for me," he whispers, feeling you clamp right down. "Perfect to take all of it, love, look at you."
You're a mess when he fucks you stupid, when he has you sore and drooling, sniffling and crying from overstimulation - when he taunts you for not knowing how to rub your clit so he helps you, letting both of your fingers move together. When he's shifting you so you're on the table, and he can watch his cock move inside you.
Well that's magic, isn't it?
Seeing his own cock print in your pretty body, spitting your juices in your open mouth, pumping you full of puffy white ropes of cum. He doesn't stop there, though, no - that wouldn't be fair when you begged so pretty. He must make sure that he fucks that cum right back inside, stealing every minute until you two aren't alone anymore.
You're a trembling mess once he's made sure to plug that white, leaky mess with his long fingers in your hole, when he watches you act all sweet and innocent later, knowing you're spilling him out.
Well, perhaps it's more than a little breed kink.
****
Next threesome w/gojo?
this is for my bbs @yenayaps @uhnosav @martianzmars hehee
Pairing: College bad boy!Satoru x Sweet boy!Qifrey x Gender neutral college student!reader
Word count: 2.5k
TW: MDNI, Jealous & slutty Dom!Satoru, Sub!Qifrey, Switch!reader, slight coercion (Gojo’s fault), alcohol use, cursing, reader is seriously STUPIDLY drunk AF, college party shenanigans, making out, slow burn, eventual smut, both Satoru & Qifrey keep their canon abilities (cursed technique & ability to use magical sigils) and use them inappropriately on you (FREAKY AF!), drunk sex, unprotected sex, slight BDSM (use of handcuffs), Satoru & Qifrey fight over you, angst with happy ending, it’s basically Fratjo x Nerdjo x reader if you squint, OLRUGGIO MENTIONED, lowkey internalized homophobia (Satoru is a huge bully to poor Qifrey!), Satoru is actually an attention whore, *Gojo feeds alcoholic drinks from his mouth to yours & Qifrey’s (AHH!), slight religious symbolism (holy communion & wine type shit), *Feedism kink
Disclaimer: OK I love both Satoru & Qifrey and you really can’t compare the two, BUT I’ve always felt Satoru leaned more towards being a bad boy devilish type VS Qifrey. Qifrey always felt more gentle and softspoken to me. I explore this dynamic in this work. If you don’t personally agree or like it, then save yourself and please SKIP this one.
MASTERLIST: Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Etc...
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So you let yourself get quite drunk at some random campus party. Big deal. But, somehow, in between a few awkward yet thrilling conversations and shots of god-knows-what, your heart and yes, even your lips, have found their clumsy way into the arms of your longtime crush, Satoru Gojo’s doppleganger, Qifrey. Little do you know, though, Satoru’s had his own wandering blue eyes on you the whole night. In a drunken haze, you and Qifrey are in the middle of exchanging moans and tongues on the dancefloor when Satoru takes fate into his hands before you two even decide to part ways for the night. What happens when Satoru Gojo’s jealousy and greed get the best of him?
The dancefloor lights blink hues of vibrant pink and purple upon your faces, and the loud electronic music continues to blast on the party speakers, but you and Qifrey can only hear each other’s breaths and tongues colliding. Nothing else seemed to matter.
You begin to slowly get on your knees, and your lips move down towards Qifrey’s right arm and eventually find his wrist, where you begin to kiss it softly and increasingly lick it as a teasing gesture to go even further.
Qifrey’s trying hard not to shiver at your wet touch, but his hard-on throbs uncontrollably as soon as you look straight into his eyes right below his waist. He really usually isn’t the type to cave into straight-up sex after first meeting someone, but he begins to question his whole morals with you practically begging him on the dancefloor with just the primal look in your eyes alone to find an empty room and just have his way with you. Though a small, unfamiliar, rough tap on his back dispels Qifrey’s momentary ecstasy. He turns around and is surprised to see that it’s Satoru Gojo.
“Hey, buddy! I know the guy who owns this house. I could hook y’all up, ya know. Would you two care to go get a fucking room already!?” Satoru said, slightly irritated and aroused both at the same time. You and Qifrey just exchange glances and then stare at Satoru for a few good seconds when you burst out laughing and teasingly say, “Satoruuuu…did YOU want to join us?” Satoru immediately gulps and feels electrified from head to toe. Satoru bites his lower lip, gets shy all of a sudden, and draws out a long sigh. “Am I that obvious?” he embarrassingly asks. You nod your head right away, while Qifrey just stares in awe at Satoru, confused whether the guy hated you two or wanted to fuck you…or maybe both.
“Well, fuck. You sure got me there,” Gojo admitted. “Come on. I know the perfect place…” His voice dropped into a seductive whisper. Satoru took both you and Qifrey by the hands with a slightly smug grin on his face and quickly dragged you two upstairs to the second floor.
Qifrey was still a bit confused, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted Satoru to join you at all. “Nnnowwww—just wait a damn minute now!” Both you and Satoru paused suddenly while Qifrey vented. “Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here!? Why the fuck is this jock twat now joining us? Y/n?!”
You giggle and manage to slip out, “Aww. Qui Qui! Aren’t you a bit curious too? Satoru’s had a rep for…” Qifrey cuts you off with a dramatic scowl. “Aaaand what is that god-awful nickname you’ve just made up for me? You’re worse than that Olruggio!” Satoru just closes his eyes and sighs to himself while you two hash it out. “AND WHO IS OLRUGGIO?? Your ex!??” you question Qifrey.
Qifrey immediately quiets down. “Wait…seriously, Qifrey!??” you interrogate him. “I’m afraid that’s another story for another day, love. Let’s just go…” he replied as sweat went down his brow.
Satoru rolled his eyes, but quite enjoyed you two as some sort of wacky comedy duo…that he’d like to fuck. Oof. “Alright. Alright. Come on, you two. Here! I found the room. No one will dare to disturb us in here,” Satoru said as he opened the door to what looked like a luxurious-looking bedroom that almost seemed like it was made to make love in.
Your jaw drops as you follow Satoru through the door, and you glance at Qifrey, who is clearly also in awe. “Well…fuck me,” Qifrey says, cutting through the awkward silence. You almost instinctively let out a “Yes, please!” but stopped yourself by muffling your mouth with your hands.
Satoru beamed at both of your reactions and locked the door behind him while licking his lips. He was going to really enjoy this and hoped you two would also.
“There’s no pressure to rush into things, by the way. Though, as you can see, this room was made for exactly what it looks like. My guy who owns this house lets me borrow it from time to time whenever I need. There’s a quaint fireplace over there by the couch. Make yourselves comfortable,” Satoru announced. Both you and Qifrey just stare at each other like deer-in-the-headlights.
You raise your eyebrows ever so slightly and blurt out, “Okay, so are we like your sexual conquest for the night? Are you shitting me, Satoru? How the fuck are we supposed to be calm right now? Not that I mind, but…” Qifrey cuts you off finishing your sentence with “We’re just impressed is all. It’s almost as if you conveniently planned all of this.”
(( Rewind to a week ago. ))
Satoru Gojo is in his physics class, bored as hell, twirling his pencil around with his cursed hand seals that glowed red, blue, and then white. He created these seals proudly himself, all on his own free time, and practiced them whenever he got bored in class. The teacher of this class just did not impress him at all, and he found himself constantly listless with no academic challenges whatsoever. It greatly annoyed the hell out of him, especially since it was a lecture class after all. Though on this day, a new transfer student who looked a whole lot like him began to introduce himself to the class, much to his surprise.
“Hello there! My name is Qifrey. I’m a transfer student from Zozah Academy. Pleased to meet you all! I’m looking forward to learning with everyone,” the doppleganger said in a friendly and gentle manner, unlike Satoru’s whole vibe at all. Satoru scoffed and almost hissed after Qifrey’s introduction.
His physics teacher seemed immediately enamored by Qifrey, which pissed him off. She bragged about how Qifrey was a young genius apprentice of some big shot at his previous academy, studying ways to combine physics and what she called “magick” in order to help humanity towards progress.
Satoru suddenly and loudly coughed, “GOD COMPLEX.” Satoru was one to talk. A few snickers and giggles were dispersed in the classroom. Satoru smiled mischievously to himself, proud of making a fool of the new kid. “Excuse me??” Qifrey asked with a raised voice that was very unlike the gentler tone he used earlier while introducing himself. The snickers and giggles increased amongst the students, and the teacher told everyone to settle down while making Satoru’s presence known, just as he wanted.
“Ah, yes Qifrey. That is our resident class clown, Satoru Gojo. I would strongly advise you to keep your distance from that one. He’s quite the charmer, but is a bit of a distraction,” the teacher warned. Qifrey immediately replied with a chipper tone as he sat down at his seat, “Ohh, not to worry, professor! It’s quite all right! I’m sure he’s just not used to not having all of the attention on him. I’ll be a good, proper student and not bother him one bit.”
Then, Qifrey turned to stare down Satoru right away, with a few students near him cackling. Gojo looked back at him with a clearly disgusted and frustrated face. He managed to stick his tongue out at Qifrey right before the teacher attempted to rein the class back into today’s lesson.
“Alright, class, let’s finally settle down now…everybody please take out your notebooks. Today we’ll be learning quite a lot about Einstein’s Theory of Relativity…”
((An hour and a half passes.))
Qifrey’s about to get up from his seat when Satoru slams his hand onto Qifrey’s desk. “WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY AT, HUH?” Qifrey gulps and immediately takes a deep breath while closing his eyes. “Nothing, chap. Just a bit of silly shenanigans is all,” Qifrey nonchalantly says with a sweet smile, but inside he’s quite literally shitting his pants a bit.
He did not welcome conflict at all, and it was in his best interest not to stir things up, or else he would be transferred to another academy yet again, but he couldn’t help himself. Qifrey was curious and impulsive by nature. His previous professors loved and hated that about him.
Satoru sighs and slams the desk again with both hands this time. He looks straight into Qifrey’s eyes and says, “Well, it doesn’t look like just shenanigans to me. Do you know who I am?”
“Satoru Gojo,” Qifrey quickly replied with a flat tone.
“That’s right, and I don’t need any new kid here trying to 1-up me when I’m this school’s shoo-in for the campus Physics Student Memorial Prize. Just who do you think you are, twink?” Satoru said with disdain.
“…nobody,” Qifrey slowly answered.
“Good, and it should stay that way,” Satoru demanded.
Qifrey couldn’t help but feel his heart racing quickly when he watched Satoru walking away in silence out into the campus hallway. Qifrey lived for challenges, but wasn’t sure what to make of what just happened. He took care to just try to stay away from Satoru for the next few days and be a normal college student who partied every once in a while.
((Fastforward to a week after.))
Qifrey tried to shake away the memories and thought to himself, “Didn’t think I’d end up in a prickly situation with this nonce from my class. Always my sheer bad luck. I wonder if he remembers me at all…”
Oh, Satoru remembered, alright. He remembered the way Qifrey frustratingly tucked his hair back and made his hand into a fist whenever he didn’t understand a concept in class. He remembered the way Qifrey licked his lips with a satisfied smile when he finally understood what he initially didn’t get. The way Qifrey grunted cutely when he tried to push past Satoru and a few other students in line at the cafeteria one day, just so he could buy only one bag of potato chips. Satoru just scoffed at the new kid’s shitty diet.
But Satoru couldn’t help himself. He was addicted to attention. Any kind. He especially lived for winning people over until they came to adore him, and was as greedy as a man could be.
“Hmm. Sounds like you’re accusing me of something, Qifrey. What are you trying to say?” Satoru questioned.
Again, much like the last time they spoke, Qifrey replied with a similarly-sounding and blunt “Nothing.”
You gazed at both Satoru and Qifrey, wide-eyed with confusion, and interrupted their lowkey private conversation, saying, “Umm. HelloOoOo??”
The two both embarrassingly coughed and snapped out of it in sync. “Oh, sorry. We were just…” Qifrey began to answer you when Satoru teasingly added, “… never mind about it. I’m going to get us some drinks to help us loosen up a bit more. I’ll be back. Don’t run away now.”
You gulped and felt a sharp tug at both your heart and within your slowly sopping wet underwear. Qifrey lets out a big sigh as he slams himself back into what looks like a really expensive and comfy leather couch. He attempts to relax when you open your mouth again.
“He’s feisty, isn’t he, Qui Qui?” you jokingly say out loud as Satoru goes into the other side of the room to fix up some drinks for you three. The sound of glasses and bottles clinging in the near distance. You begin to get more comfy and join Qifrey on the couch, teasing him by combing his hair lightly with your fingers.
“Heheh yeah. Quite a keeper he is,” Qifrey nervously laughs whilst trying hard to hide the fact that he and Satoru knew each other pretty well already.
Before you both know it, Satoru is back with a tray and quick to serve up your drinks. “Nothing too special, okay? Just vodka on the rocks with my own little secret ingredient.” Gojo says happily. “And what is that special ingredient, may I ask?” Qifrey asks, unamused.
“Oh! I bet it’s L-O-V-E,” you say right away in an obviously chipper mood, fantasizing that this might just be the best night you’ll ever get to experience in college.
Two clearly hot men. A couple of good drinks. A room to yourselves.
Your inner high school self starts to think it’s like one of those spicy fanfiction stories you read back in the day, but you brush off that thought and come back to this reality. You take a small sip and gulp your drink crafted by the angelic yet devious man in front of you.
“Fuck. You got me,” Gojo laughs and admits. You feel your underwear getting increasingly wetter as you hear Satoru’s genuine laugh and watch him down his drink in a matter of only 5 seconds. Then, you notice that Qifrey is staring straight down into what must have looked like a deep abyss to him in his cup, reluctant to take a sip of his own drink, so you nudge him a little with your elbow. “Come on! Don’t be rude!” you spat.
“Sorry. I just…can’t trust this guy, y/n…you see…we...” Qifrey slowly began to admit.
Satoru suddenly stopped Qifrey from finishing his sentence and grabbed his cup, still full of the vodka concoction. He sipped from Qifrey’s cup, being very careful not to swallow the liquid. Then, he reached out with his hand, gently moving Qifrey’s face forward into his.
You gasp as you watch Satoru open his mouth to kiss Qifrey’s lips as he lovingly force-feeds him the vodka he refused to drink. Qifrey’s eyes are wide open from sheer shock, but he eventually succumbs to Satoru’s plea to drink the vodka and swallows it all from Satoru’s mouth. “Mmm. How does it taste this way?” Satoru teases. You’re frozen from what blessing you just witnessed, while Qifrey’s clearly blushing and frustrated as hell that Satoru caught him off guard.
“Acccck!” Qifrey coughs out. “Mmm. It’s fine! No poison, I guess.” Satoru couldn’t hide his smug smile to save his life and said, “Serves you right, bitch boy. I said we gotta loosen up so…shall we?”
Your heart does this thing that feels like it’s got tiny people flipping and jumping around inside you, and you make a shameless suggestion of what to do next. “Okay! My turn! My turn!” Satoru bursts into laughter and tears.
“God, you’re a bit of a freak, aren’t you, honey?!” he says, staring right at you and then rolling his eyes with a grin. “Okay. If you say so…”
Satoru now grabs your cup with the rest of your leftover vodka and sips it. Then, you feel your face heat up immediately as he softly grabs the nape of your neck, leaning you in to kiss you.
You open your mouth wide to receive your blessing, and feel the cold vodka swirl into your mouth as Satoru’s lips and your lips caress. You swallow the drink, and your tongue somehow finds its greedy way towards his. Satoru curls his arms around your waist, and you both start making out in front of Qifrey like awakened feral animals.
In between sloppy kisses, you manage to mutter, “Mmm. Tastes soooo good. I wonder what else of yours tastes good, Satoru?”
(( To be continued in CHAPTER ③… ))
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