︵ ೀ mdni. satoru and suguru are losing their minds trying to fit inside you at the same time
it’s the first time you’ve all tried this, and the moment suguru starts pushing in alongside satoru, satoru lets out a shaky, breathless laugh.
“holy shit— this is so tight,” he whines, eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed to your shoulder. his cock twitches hard as your pussy stretches around both of them, slick and burning. “i can feel you, suguru—oh my god, i can feel your dick rubbing against mine.”
“shut up,” suguru grits out, but his voice is weak, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. he’s trying to stay calm, but the way your walls flutter and squeeze around them both is driving him insane. every tiny shift makes him feel satoru’s cock sliding against his, hot and throbbing. “fuck… she’s taking us so well.”
you’re shaking between them, stuffed full, stretched to your limit. a broken moan spills from your lips and both men groan in unison.
satoru starts moving first—shallow, desperate little thrusts that make suguru curse under his breath. “slow down, you idiot— ahh, shit—” suguru’s hips jerk anyway, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat. they’re both panting, sweat-slicked chests pressed to your body, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.
you’re still shaking from the two orgasms they pulled out of you earlier with their tongues, licking and sucking until you were sobbing and oversensitive. now every single nerve feels raw and electric. the stretch of both cocks at once is almost too much — too intense, too full, every tiny movement sending sparks shooting up your spine.
“she’s so fucking wet,” satoru gasps, half-laughing, half-moaning. “i’m gonna cum so fast, this is embarrassing—”
“me too,” suguru admits through gritted teeth, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone. his hips snap harder, chasing the tight drag of your cunt and the filthy slide of satoru’s cock against his own. “can’t— can’t hold it.”
they start moving together, messy and uncoordinated, both of them whimpering and cursing every time they thrust in at the same time. the pressure is insane. the feeling of being pressed so tightly against each other inside you is too much.
satoru comes first with a loud moan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you. the moment his cock pulses, suguru follows right after—groaning long and low, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you too. they cum at the same time, thick and hot, both cocks twitching against each other while your pussy milks them dry.
they stay buried inside you, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together above your shoulder.
satoru lets out a weak, almost delirious laugh.
“we’re doing that again… like… immediately.”
suguru just groans, still twitching. “shut up… but yeah.”
Satoru Gojo has been obsessed with Suguru's older sister - you - since he was old enough to even remember, and it's only gotten worse since he's grown up. Yet you still see him as 'little toru' when nothing on Satoru Gojo is 'little'. Now you're coming off a terrible breakup with your long term boyfriend Hiromi, and visiting Suguru's family for spring break. What better time to try to make you feel better by having you squirt all over his fingers!? But can you really ever fuck your brother's best friend?
pairings - Fratboy! gojo x Sugu's big sis! reader
warnings -reader is 28, he's 22, your ex is Hiromi hehe, masturbation ( m and f) yandere Gojo, fingering, squirting, oral sex (m receiving) tons of tension, a teeny bit cracked out, Toru is shameless - no one in Sugu's fam is safe from this man
wc-6.4k - NGL it's prob gonna have a pt 2 and maybe 3 lol
art creds here!
Satoru Gojo has been obsessed with you for as long as he can remember – his best friend Suguru’s older sister, watching you right now as you’re by the side of the pool. Suguru hops in and splashes you, making you jump up, your pretty tits bouncing as if to fucking torture him even further.
You’re sweet – achingly sweet, but you don’t look at him that way. You smile all cute like he’s a kid when he’s six-foot-four and you have to look up at him, since you’re six years older than Suguru and him, that’s just how you see him. Satoru thought when he graduated college surely you’d notice he’s a man now, but you treat him the same as ever.
“Little Toru!”
What the fuck on Gojo was little!?
His cock throbs underneath his swim trunks as those drops of water slip down your pretty tits, the sun glimmering off your skin. You came back to visit for the summer with your family, even though you’re twenty-eight you still come to spend time with the family, and Satoru makes sure he’s there too.
You had a nasty break up with your boyfriend, this damn lawyer you used to bring around at Christmas and Thanksgiving, Satoru cheered right in the middle of fisting his cock when he got your text. You all were close after all, he loved to make you feel better in any way he can, put a smile on your pretty face, though he’d love much more to make you fucking drool.
“You got all my sunblock off!” You huff and Suguru sticks his tongue out, your parents are in there with him along with all your annoying little cousins that visit, you’re so cute with them he can’t help but wonder how good of a mom you’d be.
Well, he’d make you one some day.
“I got you sweets,” Satoru walks over and you smile at him, trying your best not to eye fuck your little brother’s best friend – but fuck were his shoulders broader, was he more cut, what the fuck was he eating? He’s impossibly tall these fucking days like he got another inch.
Ovulating around twenty two year old Satoru after a breakup with Hiromi was fucking horrible. You clear your throat and hand him the bottle, you can ignore how his blue eyes flicker across your tits in your bikini, can’t you? Satoru had some cute crush on you, you weren’t immune to it, but he’s too fucking young for you.
“Thanks little Toru,” he laughs softly, sitting behind you and squeezing the sunblock into his palm, gliding it down your back slowly, watching the white lotion meld into your skin, wishing it was something else entirely.
“Little Toru huh,” his voice is soft behind you as his huge hands work across your skin, fingers drifting across your skin and making your lashes flutter shut for a moment, you lean right into the touch as his lips brush near your ear. “What on me is little?”
“I um…” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your parents and Suguru and children are in the damn pool and you’re over here pressing your thighs together, feeling your cunt throb and ache.
“You always called me that,” he chuckles a bit, huge body pressing up against you, casting a shadow as his fingers work the lotion into your shoulders thoroughly, his touch sinfully good. “Do you need more on you?”
“Y-yes please,” you damn near arch with him on your lounge chair, his thighs spread wide, gliding it down your arms.
“You didn’t answer me,” his huge hands take over your arms as they glide them all down your skin. “What’s little?”
You look back at Satoru, biting your lower lip. How fucking mad would Suguru be if you fucked his best friend!?
You can’t go fucking doing that.
Right?
No!?!?
Just because Hiromi hurt you doesn’t mean you can suddenly go and act on impulse, thinking with your pussy rather than any sort of brain cells. It’s simply that you’re comfortable with him, that he’s gorgeous, that for the past few years the way he looks at you makes you feel so pretty – how he talks to you all low and soft, teasing with his big smile.
It’s just that, and the fact that his body is hard, that his skin is hot – his perfect form is present right behind you. You’re fine, just remember it’s friendly, he’s just teasing you like he does. You can’t look at ‘little toru’ who just so happens to be six-foot-four and getting thicker in the chest every time you see him – how does he keep getting more fucking muscles?
Was football really doing all of this?
“I um… just call you that,” you murmur softly, breath caught in your chest, heart hammering so quickly you’re dizzy, especially with the heat radiating down against your skin, his hands brushing more lotion, pausing at your mid back.
“Move your hair to the side, it’s drippin’, sweetheart,” he murmurs lazily, you bite your lip so hard it leaves little teeth marks, pulling your hair to the side and smiling over your shoulder at him.
“There,” you murmur, eyes locked with his.
Fuck you’re pretty.
God he wants to drag you right on his goddamn lap, slide his cock to the hilt – he bets you’re so fucking tight, but he also bets you’re so wet you could just take him. When his hands slide up the curve of your spine, you can hardly stop your cunt from dripping down the damn lounge chair, his hands rubbing all that cream into your skin ever so thoroughly.
“Then why do you call me that, huh sweetheart?” He asks now, you sigh, glaring back at him just a bit. “I’m way fucking bigger than I was when you met me.”
“Well yeah, you were like a kid, Toru.”
“Now I’m way bigger than you, hmm?” His tone echoes in your ears – way bigger… you already know the sheer size of Satoru Gojo, but to think of just how big he is makes your cunt pulse.
“Ahem…” You clear your throat now, rushing up and laughing nervously, ignoring the evident bulge in his light blue swim trunks. “I’m gonna get in!”
“With your sunblock on?” He teases, you can’t answer him – can’t even look at him, no you hop right into the cold chill of the pool, trying to cool your ovulating ovaries the fuck down.
*****
It’s hard to be around you.
Literally hard.
Satoru finds himself heading into the house while you and the family are still splashing around in the pool – he certainly can’t just palm his cock when the whole family is around. He had to rush off into the damn bathroom, shutting the door behind himself, leaking so much pre he’s sticking to his trunks.
"Mnh," Satoru can’t help but tug at his drawstring, those trunks still dripping wet with the faint scent of chlorine clinging to them, he shoves the waistband down, cock springing free, slapping his flat belly button. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Was there a better word for what you do to him? Satoru’s barely biting back a moan, wrapping his hand around that thick base of his shaft, sucking in a breath, he usually has a little more fucking self control but he doesn’t right now. Not when he got to smooth that white cream against your skin and watch it melt into it, fuck imagining rubbing his cum all over your body instead has him pulsing.
Imagine every inch of you covered in him – he’s gone truly psychotic, wanting to fucking mark you like you’re his, he was tired of seeing you with that dumb fucking lawyer. What did you need him for when you could have Satoru? What, because he’s in his thirties, Satoru Gojo was fucking filthy rich, and he’d make sure you never had to lift a pretty little finger.
“I’ll take care of you – hah, b-baby,” he’s whining out, eyelashes fluttering shut, picturing you vividly.
The way those water droplets were glistening on your skin, how your pretty tits bounced when you hopped up and Suguru splashed you. How the little bikini showed beauty marks on your tummy, a couple lines on your hips where they’ve spread just a bit since you were his age – all to spread to have his baby, he’s so sure of it.
Breedable fucking hips that he’d love to hold in his big hands, arching your back for him all pretty like a good girl – he could practically hear the moans that you’d give, they’d be much louder than the soft little sounds you made when he touched your back earlier. He can’t help but want to hear it, hear how fucking loud you get, would your sounds get all muffled as he pressed your head into the mattress?
He’s been jerking it to you since he found out what his cock even did, back when it was honestly terrible to do so, but he has no sense of guilt when it comes to you. Watching you, stealing those panties, practicing just what he’ll say as he fucks his fist devotedly to any picture he’s snuck of you, fuck he took photos from your goddamn family album he was so pathetic.
“Stop teasin’ me sweetheart,” he murmurs, stroking his cock, slowly at first to just savor the feeling of his precum smearing his reddened tip – all drooly already. He spits right down on his cock, a long trail of gossamer saliva swirling down, using it as lube while picturing how wet you’d get.
He bets you were wet with his hands running across your skin, he could feel heat that couldn’t just be from the sun, surely it was not the rays shining and warming you, it was Satoru’s nearness. He ached to taste the sun right off your skin, your cunt tasted so good on your panties, surely it would taste even better right from the source.
He starts to stroke his cock faster, fucking desperately, imagining your much smaller hand instead of his. You probably couldn’t even wrap those fingers around his girth, you’d have trouble taking him, tummy would just bulge as he moves in and out of your hole. He whimpers at that vision, imagining you looking at him with need, with hearts in your eyes.
Anything but that fucking sweet ‘big sis’ affection.
"Little Toru," he mumbles under his breath, a little laugh escaping him as he strokes his nine inches that would ruin your cunt for anyone else. “Fuck, sweetheart, you really have no idea, do you?"
Satoru’s strokes became more erratic as he imagined lifting your pretty ass up, bending you over the poolside, pulling that bikini aside and finally showing you exactly how ‘little’ he was. Fuck would you scream out Toru when he busted his load inside? When he filled you with all those creampies you deserved and he fingered it inside so it took?
It starts to feel too good, he’s so sensitive he’s leaning against the bathroom counter, groaning out, right about to cum when he hears it.
Someone jiggling the handle.
“I’m… hah, in here,” he manages to bite out, freezing when he hears your voice on the other side of the door.
“Toru I really am freezing, can I just come in real fast to grab a towel? I won’t look or anything,” you’re shivering, water dripping on your parents floor. “All the other bathrooms are taken by the kids and Suguru even stole the one in my old bedroom.”
“Oh… ah…” Your voice is making him pulse, he’s stroking faster, laughing just a bit.
“Are you laughing!? I’m freezing you little brat!”
“Brat, hah – you’re the brat baby,” you blush on the other side of the door, jiggling the handle again. “So eager to see my dick?”
“Oh you’re ridiculous – like I haven’t seen all you have before.”
“That was years ago, I’ve changed,” he murmurs, biting back a whimper unsuccessfully. “Not little Toru anymore.”
“Will you hurry up then? I am so fucking cold, ugh,” you’re shivering in your soaked towel – all the splashing got it so bad it’s fucking useless. “Satoru Gojo!”
“Fuck, fuck just… one sec, you’re impatient,” he strokes his thick cock one more time, whimpering out when his white ropes start spilling on the sink, his eyelashes fluttering, cheeks all flushed in his reflection.
“What the fuck are you doing in there? Did you hurt yourself or something!?”
“Hah… no…” He’s moaning now, the relief felt from his balls not being so goddamn tight and full of cum, he quickly starts wiping down the marble counters littered with his milky strings. “Hold on, okay? Fuck…”
“Fine,” you cross your arms, trembling like crazy, Satoru hastily opens the door after he tugs his swim trunks on, opening it and forcing you to look up at him, so damn tall you’re right there with his chest.
Little Toru indeed.
He’s a giant now.
“Finally,” you mumble, he leans one of those long ass arms over and grabs a dry towel, wrapping it around you and taking the wet one, hanging it up. “Oh thank you.”
“Made ya wait that long, can at least dry you up,” he murmurs, wrapping you even tighter, hands massaging the terry cloth covered arms that are covered in goosebumps. Your breath catches, looking up at him, far too close, you can feel that heat just radiating off his skin. “There, any better?”
“Um yeah, I’m sorry I was so impatient,” you mumble nervously, looking down and seeing the way his abs tense as he breathes, further down to the slutty little happy trail he has.
That’s when you pause.
Is that… is that… cum!? On his fucking belly button!? Is that his tip peaking-
“Satoru!” He blinks curiously as you push at him, his hands still firm on your shoulders.
“What, are you on your period? Acting all moody one minute, sweet the next.”
“You can’t ask me that!? Were you…” You lean close, whispering. “Jerking off, really?”
He smirks.
“I had to freeze so you could finish? Couldn’t you wait till you’re back in the room to do that?”
“Aw, did you wanna watch, sweetheart?” He asks, tilting your chin up, his lids getting lazy over those curved up blue eyes of his. You swallow then, your throat dry from his fingers caressing your jaw. “I would have let you if I knew.”
“Of course I didn’t…” You can’t even speak, not when you’re looking at his abs again, he leans back and laughs a bit.
“Ah, didn’t tug them up enough,” he hides what looks like a pretty blush tip, smiling like he’s fucking embarassed, he is flushed but it’s for an entirely different reason. “Is that better, sweetheart?”
“It’s… on you, god,” it’s your turn to blush, he hums a bit, stepping back lazily to drag his fingers across his own cum, putting them to his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucks his own release off them.
Oh fuck.
You swallow nervously, the sight of it is utterly filthy, his hum as if he tastes so sweet, fluffy lashes fluttering. “Mmm, I guess I missed a spot when I cleaned up. My bad.”
“Your bad!? You’re such a…” you trail off now, you’re aching and he looks too fucking good, psychotic ass blue eyes all lit up as they study you. You can't even finish the sentence, your face burning with a blush that has nothing to do with the sun you took in.
"I'm such a what?" he presses closer to you, until your back is against the door, it closes behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the little guest bathroom.
“Such a…” you clear your throat, feeling him against you, you should pinch his ear or smack him in the back of the head like you did when he was younger – but you can’t even move.
He's all warm against you, the sticky remnants of his own release splayed across that pale skin, a hand on the wall beside you. The way he’s looking at you and his sheer proximity are doing things to you that you absolutely refuse to acknowledge.
“Such a pervert,” you glare and he chuckles, cupping your face with a hand now – that’s not how a twenty two year old frat boy should look down at you, should act, with his arm fucking raised and the little thatch of hair still damp underneath them. His silky locks are falling in slick little strands across his brow. “A total pervert.”
“Me? No, sweetheart,” he smirks down at you like the little shit he is. "I’m just taking care of a problem you caused."
"I caused it!?" you squeak out the words almost embarassing, pushing at his chest half heartedly – he’s so built and muscular it’s like pushing against a brick wall, his heart thudding under your palm. You barely manage a glare. "How is any of this ridiculous behavior my fault?"
He catches your wrists in one of his big hands, thumb brushing over the delicate network of veins, right over your frantic pulse. “How is it your fault?”
“Yes, you psycho.”
“You exist," his words confuse the fuck out of you then, breaths faster until your tits are rising and falling in the top just a bit too small, his gaze drops to it when your towel hopelessly falls. He exhales and traces his hand over the curve of your tit, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. “That’s how it’s your fault.”
‘B-because I exist?” You whisper, shaking your head now. “You’re just fucking with me, what does that even mean?”
"You wore that bikini,” he murmurs, a thigh coming between yours, instead of tugging away you shamelessly arch your hips, earning his soft little exhale. “You let me put sunscreen on you, didn’t you? Let me touch your skin, while you’re fucking looking like that." His eyes – those impossibly fucking bright blue eyes – drag down your body, like he’s touching you
“That makes no sense, you’ve always seen me in swimsuits, Satoru. You may have had some little crush when you were younger, but you’re an adult.”
“And so the fuck are you, a whole woman, hmm?” He whispers, you hate how good it makes you feel. “Fuck you must be ovulating, swear I can smell it.”
“You cannot freak!?” You shove again, but your hips move, heat emanating even from your soaked bikini bottoms, the scent of chlorine mixing with the sweetness of his breath, the musk of that slight sweat underneath his arms.
“Bet your body wants a baby in her,” he smirks, his hips dragging you down on his thigh, a trail of slick glittering on it. You whine out, biting your lip and shaking your head. "What did you expect to happen, you lookin’ like that, after that man was dumb enough to leave you?"
"I expected you to act like a normal person, even if y-you somehow think I’m hot or something, you can’t just… act like this, all psychotic. What do you mean babies inside me!?”
“Oh you don’t wanna be bred?” You almost whimper goddamn this little brat.
“You’re a little fratboy.”
“A little fratboy?” He repeats, you bite down on your lower lip and nod. “You want me to act normal, huh?”
“Y-yes go back too… whatever it was um… before. Go fuck your little frat girls at your parties, girls your age," your voice is weak, breathless and fucking pathetic – you hate whatever the hell was happening, the fact that you’re aching for him to do just that – pump cum right inside you.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, leaning in and letting his lips hover until they’re almost touching yours. "I haven't been normal about you since I was twelve years old."
“That’s insane,” you hiss, shaking your head again, his thigh pressing up and you feel your body respond, his hands tugging at your waist, thumbs right underneath the swells of your breasts.
"You really have no fucking clue, do you?"
Your heart is hammering in your chest as you drink him in, half naked and still glimmering with the pool water.
This is Satoru.
Annoying, bratty, little Toru – who used to follow you around like a lost puppy, then grew to just annoy the ever loving shit out of you. Suguru’s best friend who has spent more time with your parents than you have in the past ten years – he’s ‘Toru’ and that’s that.
Right?
He can’t be the man who sucks cum off his fingers.
You should push him away – walk out and lock yourself in your room for the entirety of the rest of your stay, you should do anything but let his lips brush the corner of your lips, do anything but whimper. Anything but moan softly when he tugs down your top, groaning at the sight of one of your pretty tits bare, with the faint lines the sun left on your skin.
“Oh my fuck,” he whispers, he didn’t know you’d be that fucking beautiful, he had snuck so many glimpses but to see that pretty nipple in person? “Look at you.”
“I… we… even if you’re not Suguru’s best friend, even if you weren’t six years younger – I literally just broke up with-”
“A dumb fuck?” You glare at him. “He’s stupid to ever leave you.
“You don’t know him, and… even if we um… did something-”
“What!?”
You sigh, shaking your head. “Satoru-”
“You wanna do something!? With me!?” You snort a bit at how suddenly cute he is, before he gathers himself, hand trailing down your tummy, it trembles underneath the surprising roughness of his fingertips. “Want me to make you cum, pretty?”
“Fuck,” where’d he learn to talk like this!? Hiromi could eat pussy – and that man could fuck, but something about Satoru’s utter desperation and devotion had you gushing and pulsing around nothing. “I… you can… can you…”
“Can I make you cum?” He chuckles, finding your elastic, slipping his fingers underneath so his finger grazes your clit, your hips buck at it, whining out weakly. “Yeah, sweetheart, I can make you cum until you’re squirting right on this fucking floor.”
“J-just… fuck, just…” You should push him off – but instead, you find yourself shoving his hand down further, eyes fluttering shut, your head back ever so slightly against the door. “There, my clit, please… please, fuck…”
It’s happening.
Satoru’s dreamt of this moment since he even knew somewhat was a pussy was, and yours was soaking goddamn wet, so messy it’s loud, echoing in the bathroom, he swirls it in little circles as you rock your hips, still straddling one of his thighs. He pulls it back and picks you up, making you gasp, sitting you right on the sink and tugging your bottoms to the side.
“Toru, I…”
“Fuck yes, god call me that,” if he hadn’t already jerked off – he’d be cummin’ again just eyeing your needy, puffy cunt. “Fuckin’ perfect lil cunt, god, just look at you, soaked.”
Your lashes flutter shut, expecting a finger and then shocked when you feel a glob of saliva right on your needy clit. “Ah!”
“Mmm,” he’s humming, spreading his own spit around, smirking at the sight of his bubbly, gossamer saliva coating your cunt. “Perfect just like that… Do you need them inside? Bet yours couldn’t hit.”
“Shut it, Toru,” you’re yanking on his wrist, making him moan with how you take over, he’s used to girls just a little too shy, not that it was a bad thing – but you knew what you wanted, grabbing his fingers and sucking them.
“Oh my… f-fuckk…” He almost does cum watching your cheeks hollow, seeing you suck him down to the knuckle, your pretty pussy just drippin’ right down the counter as you arch your hips more.
“Hurry b-before they notice,” you whisper desperately now, guiding his hand down to your needy hole, whining out softly. “Two, put two in, please.”
“Sure you can take it?” You just nod eagerly, he swirls them and then buries them to the fucking hilt inside, you have to smack a hand on your mouth, drool spilling across your palm as he starts easing them in and out. “Fuck, took em s’good just f’me, huh? Just like that, needy lil cunt wants me.”
“Sh-shh,” is all you manage to mumble, lifting your hand and yanking him down, hand entangled in his silky hair. “Once, just once and… we can’t…”
Hah, as if Satoru would just touch you once, when he’s rocking his fingers up and down, making a squelching fucking mess, your eyes roll back in your skull as he works them faster, until the clicking is just echoing obscenely. “Once, huh?”
“You finger me, I’ll s-suck you.”
“Slutty girl,” you can’t stand how he says that, how his long digits press on your puffy lil cervix, barely able to formulate a fucking thought as he works you so much you’re desperately trying to get a breath. “That’s it, gonna cum that easy? Just f’me, hmm? All me?”
You can’t answer, so you drag him down for a kiss – and that’s when you lose it, kissing Satoru wasn’t normal – not the way he moans like a little slut, desperately taking over your mouth. His hands dragging every bit of slick from your cunt as impossibly more comes down his thick fucking fingers.
“God,” he whispers, hardly able to catch his breath. “You’re so tight, fuck…”
“Mnh,” you can hardly manage to speak, think of anything but how good it feels, his fingers going even faster now. “So much… too much I…”
“You can take them baby,” he whispers – in a way ‘little toru’ sure the fuck shouldn’t, his eyes black with their blown out pupils, kissing down the side of your jaw and curving his fingers right up against that soft spot on your front wall. “Look, you’re doin’ s’good already.”
“Ngh,” you’re so goddamn close, your head falling back for him to work you quicker. “Gonna cum… gonna…”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Fuck,” you hiss the words, but Satoru doesn’t pull his fingers back, he moves them slower, to edge you, to torture you.
Isn’t it what you’ve done all these years?
“Act normal,” he murmurs, lips brushing your earlobe, sharp teeth nicking it as he eases his fingers out, rubbing your clit back and forth so quickly you’re about to scream out loud. “If you wanna cum, you’ll just act like I’m not here.”
“H-hey, yes?” You barely manage to squeak out, Satoru smiles against your neck, pinching your clit and making you bite down hard on his bare shoulder, leaving glittery teeth marks.
“Sis, we’re about to grill out – I can’t find Satoru,” you found him all right – he’s tugging your hair at the roots so you look at him as he’s about to make you squirt all over. “Have you seen him?”
“Hah I d-did,” fuck, he’s rocking them faster, smirking cruelly at your plight. “I saw him um… upstairs dancing to some t swift.”
“You brat,” he hisses in your ear, Suguru chuckles.
“Yeah, sounds like him.”
It’s not even!?
Satoru shoves his fingers in against that cervix and makes you whine out, grinning all evil as you glare at him. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing, Sugu! Um… I’m getting freshened up, then I’ll meet you guys outside, okay?” You bite back a moan when Satoru’s kissing your neck, tongue lapping up a little vein underneath your skin he traces, free hand plucking your nipple and twisting it. The dual stimulation is too fucking much.
“No worries, sis, I’ll throw some chicken breast on there for you,” now you feel guilty – great!
“Thanks Sugu, you’re the best,” you murmur, he’s walking away now, leaving this psycho who’s fingering you faster. “I’m gonna… cum, fuck, fuck…”
“Aww you’re easy f’me,” he whispers, eyeing you as you’re about to fall apart, fingers shoved right back inside your needy hole. “I’ll make you forget him, forget anyone but me.”
“Psycho, what!? Just… ah!” He slams a big hand over your mouth, chuckling dark and fucking sadistic as he makes you squirt all over, it’s spraying against his hand and even hits his tummy, making him moan.
“God, look at that,” he’s pulling those fingers out of your pulsing walls in wonder, peering at the mess you made. “You’ve got me covered, sweetheart, you’ve got such a slutty lil pussy.”
“Fuck…” You’re so weak, when you hop off and shove him against the wall, kneeling and tugging at his waist band.
“Oh my god…” THIS IS HAPPENING.
The girl of his dreams is on her knees, her squirt all on his fingers, he’s sucking it off them as he grips your hair, letting out a desperate whine when you kitten lick his drooly tip.
“You’re already hard again for me?” Your whisper is diabolical, he barely manages a fucking word – all his braincells gone when you stroke his cock, sucking his tip and swirling the flat of your tongue.
Oh you’re a pro at sucking cock – and he’s mad about it.
“Wish you never had one but mine in your m-mouth,” he’s huffing, pressing on the back of your neck so you take impossibly more of him in your mouth, fucking into your throat needy and desperate. “Do you have n-no gag reflex!?”
“Hmm,” you’d smile if your throat wasn’t blissfully full of his pretty cock – you’d feel bad about that later, not right now, when your fingers are pumping inside your quivering hole, still sensitive from him. When his fingers tighten in your hair, bucking his hips and whimpering out
“Can you take all of it, huh? Doubt you can – oh my f-fuckkk.” You suck him deeper before he can think, your nose brushing against the soft white hairs nestled at his base as you look right up at him. “Oh my… fuck your throat it’s so goddamn slutty… mnh…”
Satoru’s supposed to make you whimper, not the other way around, but how can he do anything other than stutter, bucking them so that he slips his tip right past your uvula, you have tears in your eyes, sniffling a bit, but aside from that you’re bobbing your damn head. He can’t even imagine that lawyer got this, got you sucking him so deep and choking on his cock and left that shit.
Your eyes are so pretty he’s stunned, he dreamt of them looking up at him like this but really nothing could prepare him for what it’s like to have the girl he’s jerked off to forever taking him in between her lips.
"Fuck, your mouth... god, your mouth is better than I ever..." he trails off into a strangled little slutty moan, those pink lips parted as you pull back.
You have strings of saliva and drool just dissolving, he can hear your messy little pussy as you shamelessly overstimulate it, sucking him till he’s dizzy. “Mmm, you like it, huh? You’re so wet for me, Toru.”
“Oh fuck you,” you giggle and he almost laughs – but it turns into a choked little moan, you’re swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge of his tip, tonguing that slit where all his pearly cum is slipping. “God, your fucking mouth.”
“Mhm,” you murmur, before plunging down again, slurping him the fuck down as you look up at him through your lashes.
The sight almost makes him lose it right there, busting from less than two minutes of your pretty lips stretched around him, the sight of your pretty tears at the corner of your eyes the only tell that it took effort stuffing his cock in your throat. Tight, needy throat that reflexively swallows around him as he cups your face to hold it in place, fucking your face harder.
“Gotta finger your cunt again? Needy, messy lil slut – all f’me, isn’t it?” You can’t help but whine out around him – yes, it’s all for him, and he knows it. Even as he’s whining out he’s dominating you, fucking your throat raw – you won’t even be able to talk tomorrow. “I can’t wait to drink that pretty pussy, f-fuck… god, when i pump you full of cum I’ll lick it right out.”
Satoru Gojo is absolutely fucking insane.
And you’re about to cum again just sucking him and fucking your own pussy with your much smaller fingers.
His hips are already jerking off rhythm now, meaner with it as he’s fucking himself back into your willing mouth. "Such a fucking tease for years... ah, shit, don't stop, b-baby please – m’gonna-”
One moment fucking your throat so hard you’re choking, the next murmuring your praises – pretty girl, needy slut, fuckin’ tease, my sweetheart – he’s a babbling mess, and you can’t help but feel so sexy doing it. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard as you pull back, feeling his hands tremble as they tug at your hair.
“Gonna swallow all of me? Hah – god just wait, I’ll fill all your fucking holes,” well that just fucking sends you, when he’s not gentle and he’s slamming his cock mean in your throat, heavy balls smacking your chin as you drool down them.
He murmurs your name when you feel him pulse and thicken, before he does just that – fills your throat with all that sweet, salty mix of his cum, hitting the back of your throat. You swallow it all, every last drop fucking greedy as you cum again, spasming and gushing down your own fingers.
You don’t stop licking him – not even after you’ve sucked his milky seed in your throat, you’re sucking his sensitive cock after, until he's whimpering your name.
"Jesus Christ," he whispers, finally letting go of your hair to gently stroke your cheek, you pull back with a messy pop and he struggles to even find a word for what just happened. “You’re so…”
“Good at it?” you tease, standing with his help and giggling, but it’s all shut off when he tilts your chin, kissing your swollen lips and lapping his own cum off with the tip of his tongue.
“Mmm, was gonna say beautiful,” your eyes locked.
Oh fuck.
It’s not just ovulation – you know it then and there.
Before you can have an entire mental breakdown, oh and a quarter life fucking crisis, you both hear everyone laughing outside. “Shit we…”
“Yeah,” he mumbles, fucked out and spent by you.
Satoru wasn’t innocent – but with you he felt like it – there’s never been anything like what you just did, fucking up his goddamn mind.
You rush out to the cookout after getting dressed like nothing happened – acting all unaffected and infuriating him to no end.
But it was just that, an act.
One he calls your ass out when Suguru is flipping burgers on the grill, and he’s handing you a beer with a little curve of his lips. “Oh, thanks ‘little toru’.”
“Hah,” he chuckles a bit, tilting his head. “Your sore throat tells me there’s nothing little about me anymore, hmm?”
“Shh!?” you look around wildly, as if someone could hear. “It was… just… I was…”
“Aching for my cock in your throat?” He leans low now, where no one in your family can hear him. “I’m a gentleman, sweetheart, I prefer to eat my meals first.”
“Eat your…” you blush now. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” he sighs, aching to brush your hair back, but knowing at that moment how many people were around. “Gonna let me return your favor?”
Before you can answer, your mother's voice – all fucking bright and peppy – cuts through the relaxed atmosphere of the pool party, making everyone look over at her curiously. Oh, except Satoru – he’s stuck looking at you underneath his fluffy damn lashes.
"Look who's here! Hiromi, darling, over here!"
Fuck.
Hiromi!?
You turn and there he is. Your ex who broke your damn heart – Hiromi Higuruma, looking all handsome in a dark linen shirt and shorts, his hair just a little bit of a disaster as it always was. He has this polite, almost apologetic smile on his handsome face, the one you used to ride until he drowned in you.
You almost could forget how bad he hurt you until he was right here.
He's holding a bottle of wine and awkwardly greeting your father, who is clapping him on the back all friendly, steering him directly toward you.
"Hiromi, so glad you could make it!" You wanna die. Satoru’s tense as fuck right next to you.
He wants to kill this man.
He would kill anyone that’s ever even touched you, truly, if he could really get away with it.
Your mother is right behind Hiromi, smiling at you and making you scowl. "I just told Hiromi we were so surprised you two happened to be in town at the same time! It's a sign, don't you think, to reconnect? Even as… friends to the family, right?"
Oh, god.
Your fucking parents.
Higuruma's dark brown eyes find yours, and you feel all that pain all over again, mixing with the drink in your system, the pleasure from Suguru’s best friend – and the heat of the sun. Dizzy, you barely feel Satoru’s warmth against you.
It was not just sucking dick – and that terrifies you – but now, Hiromi is here and confusing the ever loving shit out of you. You thought you’d never see him again.
"Hey," he says softly to you, peering over at Satoru for a moment, before his gaze is back on yours. "Your parents invited me here, I didn’t want to be rude but also… didn’t want…”
He sighs then.
“I just really wanted to see you again.”
Satoru’s pretty blue eyes narrow – there’s no fucking way he’s letting anyone touch the girl that just deep throated his cock, the girl who he’s about to put babies inside. No, he’s not sharing – and Hiromi needs to fucking go – he has a girl he needs to make his.
hehe do we wanna pt 2 bc I can't help myselfff - </333 I was actually inspired when i read @revolvingsaturn's fic about Sugu's mom, ngghhh go check it
you and your boyfriend playing who can seduce nerd!armin arlert first ╱ mdni. lots of sex. reader and jean are freaked out and whipped, armin's a perv but doesn't want to admit it. wc: 2.5k ˚.✦
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"Haah, s'good baby so so mmph!" Your back arches off the bed, Jean's free arm pinning you back to the mattress in one slip motion.
You can feel the smile on his face as he goes back at your clit, sucking in lightly, circling his tongue around it without enough pressure. You tangle your hands in his hair, trying to push him deeper into you but the motherfucker is strong enough to just moves exactly how he wants to.
"Jeaaaan," you moan, dipping your head back with a groan.
He's been lapping at your folds for fifteen minutes already, you're sweaty and a little drunk from the few drinks you shared downstairs. Your boyfriend is lost in the way you taste and in the way you flutter.
Jean hums against you in response, the low vibration shooting straight through your core and making your thighs twitch around his head. He doesn’t give you what you’re begging for. Instead he flattens his tongue and drags it slowwwly from your entrance back up to your clit, collecting every bit of you like he’s savoring something rare.
“Goddamn, listen to you,” he murmurs. “Sound so fuckin’ pretty when you’re this needy, baby. You know that?”
You try to answer but it comes out as a broken little whimper. Your fingers twist tighter in his hair just holding on for dear life. He lets you tug this time, but only enough to tilt his head the exact angle he wants before he seals his mouth over your clit again.
This time he sucks harder.
Your hips jerk up involuntarily and he groans like you just handed him heaven on a plate. The arm he has banded across your lower stomach flexes, keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you while his free hand slides up the inside of your thigh, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there before two of them nudge at your entrance.
“Relax for me, pretty girl,” he coaxes, voice muffled and filthy against your cunt. “Wanna feel how tight you get when you’re this close.”
You’re already fluttering around nothing, so when he finally pushes both fingers in, curling them just right, you nearly sob. He crooks them against that spot inside you at the same time his tongue flicks fast little circles over your clit and the combination rips a loud, wrecked sound out of your throat.
“Thaaat’s it,” he praises. “There she is. My good fuckin’ girl. Gonna come all over my face, yeah? Wanna feel you soak me.”
The rhythm turns filthy—sucking, licking, curling, thrusting—relentless but never rushed, like he could happily stay between your legs until the sun comes up. Every time your hips try to chase more he simply presses you back down reminding you who’s in control.
“Jean, please fuck fuck fuck, I’m—” Your words fracture into gasps. Heat coils so tight in your belly you can barely breathe. Your legs shake, toes curling against the sheets.
He knows. Of course he knows.
He pulls back just enough to speak against your dripping folds, breath hot and voice gravel-rough. “Go on, baby. Come on my tongue like you’ve been dying to all night.”
Then he dives back in. Sucking your clit into his mouth hard, fingers pumping faster, curling deeper.
Your back bows off the mattress again, a broken cry tearing out of you as you come hard, pulsing around his fingers, gushing against his tongue. Jean doesn’t stop. He works you through every shuddering wave, licking slower now, softer, drinking down every last bit of you like he’s starved for it.
When you finally collapse, trembling and gasping, he eases his fingers out gently and presses one last open-mouthed kiss to your oversensitive clit that makes you twitch and whine.
He crawls up your body slow, kissing every inch of skin he passes. Your stomach, the underside of your breast, the hollow of your throat. Until he’s hovering over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.
His mouth is glossy, chin wet, hair a complete mess from your hands. He looks wrecked in the best way.
And he’s smiling like he just won something.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing sweat-damp hair off your forehead before leaning down to kiss you deep and lazy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “So fuckin’ perfect when you come for me.”
"Mmhm," is all you manage to say, closing your eyes from exhaustion.
Jean squints his eyes, noticing something on you right away. "You're quiet today."
"Am I?" You open your eyes, looking at him right in his.
He lets himself rest beside you, head on his palm while the other plays with your nipples. He's always loved feeling them harden in his fingers, kneading your breasts as you're speaking about the most mundane things.
"Yup. You're usually waaay louder." He shrugs his shoulders, taking one of your curls and curling it tighter between his fingers.
"Well, there's at least 30 people downstairs, I don't want 'em to hear me whine for Jean fucking Kirstein," you shoot back, arching your eyebrows with a teasing smile.
He rolls his eyes, not falling for the bait and leaning closer to you. "You're thinking about something, I know it. Jus' tell me what it is."
Jean nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear.
“You’re doing that thing again,” he mumbles against your skin. “The one where your brain goes somewhere else and you forget I’m right here.”
You huff a small laugh, threading lazy fingers through his damp hair. “I’m literally naked under you, Jean. How could I forget?”
“Doesn’t mean your head’s here.” He pulls back just enough to look at you. Hazel eyes narrowed, searching. The playful edge is still there, but there’s something sharper underneath it now. “Spit it out, baby. You’ve been weird since we came up here.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, debating. The post-orgasm haze usually makes you loose-lipped and honest, but this feels… different. Riskier.
He waits. Patient. Thumb still idly circling your nipple like he’s got all night.
You exhale through your nose. “Okay. Fine. But don’t freak out.”
His brows lift. “Now I’m definitely freaking out.”
You roll onto your side to face him properly, sheets tangling around your hips. “It’s stupid. Probably nothing.”
“Try me.”
Another beat of silence.
“…I’ve been thinking about Armin.”
Jean goes very still. Not angry-still. Just… processing-still. The hand on your breast pauses mid-motion.
“Armin,” he repeats slowly, like he’s tasting the name. “Arlert. The blond one with the glasses who volunteers at the library?”
You nod, small. “Yeah.”
Jean’s jaw flexes once. He sits up a little, leaning on one elbow so he’s looming just enough to make the air feel heavier. “And you’re thinking about him… while I’ve got my tongue buried in your pussy for the last twenty minutes?”
The bluntness makes heat crawl back up your neck. You don’t look away, though. “Not the whole time. Just… lately. In general.”
He lets out a short laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Jesus. Okay. Wow.”
“You asked.”
“I did.” He drags a hand down his face, then back through his hair, making it stick up worse. “So what? You want him? Like… want want him?”
“No. Yes? I don’t know.” You sit up too, pulling the sheet over your chest like it’ll protect you from how exposed you suddenly feel. “It’s not like I’m gonna go jump him tomorrow. It’s just… I’ve noticed things.”
Jean’s stare is steady. “What things.”
You swallow. “The way you look at him sometimes.”
That hits. His expression flickers.
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, Jean.” Your voice softens. “In class. When he’s explaining something and the whole room shuts up to listen? You watch him like… like you’re trying to figure out how someone can be that smart and that pretty at the same time.”
“I do not.”
“You do.” You reach out, brush your fingertips along his jaw. “And it’s hot. The way your eyes get all dark and focused. Like you wanna pin him to the nearest wall and see if he blushes as pretty as he talks.”
Jean’s throat bobs. He doesn’t deny it.
After a long second he mutters, “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
He flops onto his back, staring at the ceiling. One arm thrown over his eyes. “This is so fucked up.”
“Is it?” You crawl over him, straddling his hips. The sheet falls away. His hands automatically settle on your thighs (habit, muscle memory) but he doesn’t move otherwise. “Or is it just… honest?”
He peeks at you from under his forearm. “You’re really sitting here, fresh off coming on my face, telling me you’ve got a crush on the nerd boy I’ve also been lowkey eye-fucking in lecture hall?”
You shrug one shoulder. “Maybe we both do.”
Silence stretches.
Jean’s hands flex on your thighs. Not pushing you off. Not pulling you closer. Just… holding.
“You’re serious,” he says finally. Quiet.
“I think so. Yeah.”
He exhales hard through his nose. “He’s so fucking quiet. And polite. And he smells like new books and vanilla or some shit. It’s infuriating.”
You smile despite yourself. “You’ve noticed how he smells?”
“Shut up.” But there’s no heat in it. His thumbs start slow circles on your skin. “He’s got those stupid long lashes. And when he pushes his glasses up? I wanna bite something.”
You laugh. “Jean Kirstein admitting he’s got a thing for the soft boy in the front row. Never thought I’d see the day.”
He glares, but it’s half-hearted. “Don’t get cute. You started this.”
“I did.” You lean down, forearms braced on his chest, faces close. "But it's not like we can do something about it."
Jean let your phrase sit for a couple of seconds. "How do we even approach someone like that?"
"He probably thinks it's a bet or some fucked up shit like that," you add, biting your lips.
"He might not even like boys," Jean says.
You arch your eyebrows immediately, blinking fast.
"He might not even like girls," Jean fixes, shrugging his shoulders.
He lets out a frustrated groan, tipping his head back against the pillow.
You trace lazy patterns across his chest with one fingertip, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your palm. “We could just… not do anything. Keep it as fantasy. Make love to the mental image and call it a day.”
He snorts. “Yeah, because that’s worked so well for the last month. You’ve been zoning out mid-makeout thinking about him, and I—” He cuts himself off. “I caught myself staring at his fucking hands in seminar last week. Hands. Who gets hard over someone’s knuckles and a fountain pen?”
You bite back a grin. “You do, apparently.”
“Fuck off.” But he’s fighting a smile too. His hands slide up your thighs to your hips, squeezing once like he’s grounding himself. “Seriously though. If we’re gonna do this, we gotta be smart. He’s not the type you just corner at a party and proposition. He’ll bolt like a startled deer.”
“True.” You sit up straighter, straddling him properly now, the sheet pooled around your waist. The cool air makes your skin pebble, nipples tightening again under his absent gaze. “So maybe we don’t do it together. At least not at first.”
Jean’s brows knit. “What, like… take turns?”
“Exactly.” The idea sparks behind your eyes, wicked and fun and just competitive enough to make your pulse kick up again. “We approach him separately. Feel him out. See if he bites. No pressure, no tag-team bullshit that’ll scare him off. Just… normal conversation. Flirt a little. See who gets further.”
Jean’s mouth twitches. “You’re turning this into a game.”
“I mean…” You lean down until your noses brush, lips hovering over his. “Aren’t you competitive?”
His pupils blow wide. “You’re evil.”
“Say the word and we drop it.”
He’s quiet for a beat. Then his hands clamp down on your hips, dragging you forward so you’re seated right over the thick ridge of him.
“Rules,” he rasps.
You grin against his mouth. “I’m listening.”
“No lying to each other. Full disclosure after every interaction. What you said, what he said, how he looked at you, if he blushed, if he got flustered, if he touched you even by accident.”
“Done.”
“No sabotaging. If he picks one of us, the other backs off gracefully. No guilt-tripping.”
You nod. “Fair.”
“And” His voice drops, rougher now. “If he’s into both… we talk about bringing him in together with no rush.”
Heat pools low in your belly again. “God, yes.”
Jean’s thumb brushes the crease of your thigh, teasingly close to where you’re still slick and sensitive. “One more. Winner gets to call the shots the first time we’re all three together. If it gets that far.”
Your breath hitches. “You’re so on.”
He smirks, slow and dangerous. “Oh, baby. You have no idea how bad I want to watch that pretty boy fall apart under you while I tell him exactly how to touch you.”
You rock down against him once, just to hear him curse under his breath.
“So,” you whisper, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Who goes first?”
Jean thinks for a second, eyes flicking over your face like he’s calculating odds. Then he shrugs one lazy shoulder.
“You go tomorrow. He’s always at the library after third period, right? Buried in some ancient philosophy text or whatever.”
You nod. “Yeah.In the same spot as well, thinks no one notices him.”
“Cute.” Jean’s hand slides up your spine, fingers threading into your hair so he can tug your head back gently and kiss the column of your throat. “Wear that skirt you know he stares at when he thinks you’re not looking. Bend over to pick up a book or something. Give him something to think about tonight when he’s jerking off in his dorm.”
You laugh, breathless. “You’re awful.”
“I’m strategic.” He nips your pulse point. “I share a class with him on Wednesday, I’ll sit next to him. Ask him to explain some bullshit concept I already know. Maybe brush our knees under the table. See if he startles or leans in.”
The mental image makes you clench around nothing. “You’re gonna make him stutter, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah I am.” Jean’s grin is feral now. “And every time he pushes those glasses up? I’m gonna picture them fogged up later.”
You moan softly, grinding down again. “This is gonna be torture.”
“Good torture.” He flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, pinning your wrists above your head. His mouth finds yours, tasting like victory already. When he pulls back, his voice is wrecked. “You better tell me everything tomorrow night. Every single detail. How red his ears got. If he adjusted his pants. If he looked at your mouth when you talked.”
“Promise.” You hook a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. “And you better do the same.”
Jean rocks against you slow, deliberate. “Deal.”
He kisses you again, harder this time, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained hunger.
“Get some sleep, baby,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’ve got a nerd to seduce in the morning.”
You smile into the dark, heart racing.
“And you’ve got one hell of a competition on your hands, Kirstein.”
He chuckles low in his throat, already sliding down your body again, mouth trailing fire.
“Bring it.”
a/n: idk when this came to life but i love this kind of trope in fanfics
synopsis // gojo’s always around nanami’s beautiful girlfriend 24/7 and to no surprise, he’s caught feelings! so now nanami has to show him who you really belong to.
pairings // dom! nanami kento x reader , sub! gojo satoru x reader
cw // exhibition , degradation , clit slapping , cucking , cum eating , slight choking , praise , breeding , humiliation , dub-con if you squint and tilt your head.
a/n // this was only supposed to be a short drabble i’m not sure what happened also unedited so excuse the errors! :)
ever since you first started dating nanami, you quickly realized that he came in a—pair. from the first date, when his phone was buzzing on top of the dinner table constantly, you were almost under the impression that he was already involved with someone.
and…in a sense he was, just not the way you might think.
nanami slammed his silverware down on the table as he let out a low groan, irritation covering his very handsome face. he apologizes—again. swearing up and down that it wasn’t another woman and that his friend was just very attached to him. puppy is the word he used to describe him.
and you didn’t really believe him until the third date (he was surprised that you even agreed to see him again)
you and the tall, built blonde man were just sitting down in the park, a picnic, nanami planned it out all nice and sweet for you: expensive thirty-year old wine, some fancy cheese from europe, the fattest, juiciest grapes you’ve ever had in your life. he had really impressed you.
everything was going so great until you heard this—agitating, grating voice. you swiveled your head in the direction and seen a very tall, very attractive man, running over to you guys. nanami was pissed to say the least, not wasting his time to chew the man out about “boundaries” and “privacy”
“but nanamin!” the white haired man whined. “dontcha’ think your best friend should meet the girl who’s gonna be apart of our life now?”
you found it a little cute in the moment, giggling at the scene unfolding in front of you, but you found out real soon that gojo wasn’t joking at all about it being “their life”
gojo was always there.
whether it was whenever you came over to relax with your boyfriend at their shared apartment. gojo would waste no time to plop! right in the middle of you two on the couch. or if you and nanami were in the shower together—doing what normal lovers would do—gojo would be right there sitting on the sink and talking your guys’ ears off.
this didn’t stop nanami from sinking his fat dick in your gummy walls, you’d fight for your life holding moans back.
it absolutely tore poor gojo satoru apart when you guys sat him down and told him that you and nanami were getting a place together. he was just so confused, why were you guys shutting him out?? you and your tired boyfriend had to go back and forth with the man allll night long.
sometimes you really felt like you guys were in a poly relationship.
naturally though, you and gojo got closer. yeah, he was like a nosy—annoying kid sometimes, but he was really a great guy. you found yourself adapting to this strange lifestyle they had. whenever you were at their place—you and gojo would chill and talk about random things on his couch, cook together, smoke together—hell, sometimes you even went to him for advice with your stubborn boyfriend.
you got used to the handsome, blue eyed man being right around the corner.
however, you didn’t expect it to continue once you and nanami started to drift apart a little.
the long working days turned into nights, sometimes you wouldn’t see him on days end. that little insecure voice in your head screamed at you that there was another woman, someone better, younger, prettier.
so you changed the door locks on him.
which then resulted in a very enraged nanami banging on the door, booming yell causing the wood to rattle. once you opened the door, you were greeted with a very exhausted nanami: hair ruffled all over the place, tie lazily slung around his neck, face covered in a dangerous scowl, causing you the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
“you changed the fucking locks?! you are the most childish person ever”
okay, did you deserve it? a little. but did he really have to stoop to name calling? not to mention he didn’t even acknowledge you for the rest of the day. you couldn’t believe it.
and nether could satoru gojo, when he found out the following day. you didn’t plan on telling gojo, honestly, but when he came in the door (yes, he has a key) and seen you pouting in the living room, he almost fell running to see what was wrong.
soon afterwards, it was almost as if the overbearing man had replaced his best friend. he was at your guys’ apartment almost every single day—keeping you company while nanami was slaving away at work, stressing about some deadline he had to meet. gojo was cooking for you, cleaning for you—he went full blown house husband.
a small part of you had wondered if gojo secretly had a thing for you, but you always pushed it out of your head. i mean—they’ve been friends for god knows how long…he wouldn’t just betray nanami like that.
until tonight, when that small part of you, was finally validated.
gojo was at you and nanami’s apartment, again. nanami was working overtime for the 3rd night this week and he figured you wanted some company (even though you never said that).
it all happened so fast, you and him were sharing a drink—one drink, one fucking drink—and you were telling him the latest gossip in your friend group that he oh so loved to hear or maybe he just liked hearing you talk.
one moment you were showing gojo your latest manicure, before you knew it, his long fingers intertwined with yours and his soft lips had crashed onto yours. you froze for a minute, not sure what to do.
this was so wrong. fuck his lips are so soft. no! you can’t!
gojo felt your body tense up and pulled back, his pretty blue eyes now filled with disappointment and a little regret. your lipstick was now smudged on his soft pink lips and for some reason, it had ignited something in your core. you and nanami hadn’t been intimate in awhile—a long while. you were beyond deprived.
gojo’s simple kiss had your thighs clenching—hard. not to mention how his big and veiny hands were still on your wrists, his thumbs softly rubbing your skin. fuck, you were getting turned on from his hands? it had definitely been a minute since you got some. you shook the nasty thoughts out of your mind and brought yourself back to the sticky situation you were now in.
“gojo i—“ your mouth was open but no more words came out. “please don’t take this the wrong way, you’re a very attractive man but i just can’t,” you chewed down on your bottom lip, nervously awaiting his response.
“y/n i’m sorry but—“ his words were cut off with a loud slam! of the front door. the sound made you jump and the guilt crept up in your stomach immediately after. gojo cursed silently under his breath, racking his mind to figure out an excuse but he didn’t even have the time before nanami was walking into the living room, stopping in his tracks at the sight in front of him.
you quickly pulled away from gojo and went to nanami. you rambled out excuses and strings of ‘it’s not what you think it is’. the blonde man didn’t pay you any attention at first. face hard and unreadable as he slowly walked over to his…best friend.
“ken’ i know what it looks—“ gojo’s words were caught in his throat when nanami roughly yanked his face upwards to face him, calloused fingers littered with tiny paper cuts—the paper cuts he received from doing so much fucking paperwork all day, just so he can afford to buy you whatever you want, give you the life you deserve.
just to come home to his beautiful girlfriend with his equally beautiful best friend.
what a fucking joke.
nanami continued to roughly grip gojo’s face, silently inspecting the smeared lipstick that decorated his face. he knew that color, you decorated his dick with it the day that he bought it for you. gojo let out tiny whimpers from the man’s aggressive hold, bruise forming on his face almost immediately.
“look at me,” nanami finally spoke which cause you and gojo to flinch. voice low and laced with venom. you just stood silently watching with your heart beating out of your chest. gojo hesitantly looked up at the big man, once their eyes connected nanami’s grip somehow how even tighter—at this point he was almost pulling the man off of the leather couch.
“so you wanna fuck m’baby?” the furious man asked while forcing gojo’s head in your direction now. “my very pretty, and apparently cock hungry baby?” his words made you flinch again. as nervous as you were in this moment, you’d be lying if you said his angry demeanor didn’t make your clit jump.
nanami being all mean while controlling gojo like a little doll, and he was just taking it, cheeks puckered and drool starting to pool at the corner of his mouth, tiny whimpers escaping his mouth every time nanami squeezed his face tighter. god, you felt your panties getting damp from just the sight of it.
you snapped out of your daze to see nanami pulling gojo off the couch by his white button up and tossing his to the floor. “stay,” he commanded, as if gojo was a dog getting trained.
however, gojo didn’t move. like a good boy.
nanami had finally turned back to you. a deep scowl on his features but he didn’t once look at you. muttering curses under his breath. something about ‘his pussy’. he was undoing the buttons on his arms as he folded his sleeves up and sat down in the big armchair across from gojo.
“come here,”
this command wasn’t for the pouting man on the floor, this was for you. he wasn’t very loud but you can hear that your boyfriend wasn’t in the mood for any protesting. sounding almost like a stern father who’s reprimanding his children.
you scurried over to nanami, you glanced over to gojo and you both held the same confused expression. you still hadn’t earned a look from nanami, not even a glance.
you had really fucked up.
nanami locked eyes with gojo as he spread his legs wide, stretching out the tight fabric of his work slacks before patting his lap, silently telling you to sit down—and you listened. who was the dog now? nanami positioned you so that you was sitting directly in the middle of his spread out legs, making sure that you were in the white haired man’s eye line.
you tried to adjust yourself on his lap and that’s when you felt it—the unmistakable feeling of the throbbing bulge in his pants that twitched with the small movement you made, his dick was pressed right against your clothed cunt and it almost made your toes curl. you were sure his pants had gotten damp from all the slick leaking out of you by now.
however, that didn’t really answer the main question, why was he already—
the question was pushed to the back of your mind when you felt him suddenly yank your legs open, causing you to yelp loudly. your slick thighs and drenched panties were now on full display to ogle at.
and boy did he ogle.
despite the man’s face throbbing in pain, it disappeared once your legs were pulled apart. fuck, your thighs were so shiny and sticky, your puffy lips poking through your thin panties. gojo finally tore his eyes from between your thighs and looked up to see you—oh how fucking gorgeous you looked.
was all that for him? his dick throbbed against his thigh, pants darkening with the gooey pre-cum leaking from him.
squirming and writhing in nanami’s lap, your body burned with embarrassment and it was all over your face. “aw look at that, he’s creaming his fucking pants just looking at you,” nanami tsked and gojo’s face burned. you tried saying something to nanami, telling him how this was unnecessary and just too much, but he ignored you, again.
nanami finally looked at you—but it wasn’t his normal look. he look determined, focused, like a man with something to prove. “i bet you like that don’t you? hm?” he grumbled. nanami brought his hand from the arm rest to between your legs.
he started to run slow circles on your covered clit and you shivered at the contact. “she’s so needy,” he spoke before harshly slapping your cunt. your body jerked at the contact but you didn’t have much time to react before he was rubbing the nub in between his thick fingers. “i didn’t know she wanted two cocks,”
his eyes were back on gojo, who stared wide eyed like a kid watching porn for the first time.
“baby, i swear it wasn’t like that—“
“cock hungry sluts don’t talk,” nanami barked and you immediately swallowed your words. he couldn’t be talked to right now, he was too far gone.
“we go a little while without sex and what? you fuck the closest guy to you? this pussy’s so desperate for some cock i bet, she’s dying to get stuffed to the brim,” his words went straight to your pussy and she was eating right up, more of your slick shamelessly seeping through your underwear.
nanami rips the ruined panties from your body and if you weren’t embarrassed before, you definitely were now. now, there was no hiding—you were a moaning, whimpering, dripping mess in front of gojo and all you could do was take it.
hot tears brimmed your eyes and nanami almost sneers. the audacity of you. he was giving you exactly what you wanted, right?
his attention is back on gojo as he drags his fingers from your little clit to your sopping cunt. gushing and clenching around nothing. he soon answers her wish, shoving two thick digits in your gummy walls with a loud squelch, curving his fingers immediately and making you curve your back in his lap as you let out a mixture of a gasp and moan.
nanami used his free hands to put your legs over his own, making sure that you were fully spread out for the pathetic man in front of you who had been secretly rubbing his hot tip through his pants. there was nowhere to hide.
nanami calls out gojo’s name and pulls him out of his trance, fingers deep in you and pumping slowly “why don’t you tell my pretty slutty girlfriend, all the ways you wanna ruin this pretty pussy” —your juices ran down his arms and stained his sleeves but that was the last thing on his mind, his stare locked onto his friend.
gojo gulped. hard. “i—i don’t think about your girl—“
wrong answer.
nanami ripped his fingers out of you as a hard slap was sent to your gushing pussy. you jumped again from the contact. “i need you to answer me gojo, our babygirl isn’t gonna get to cum if you don’t” he pushed his fingers through your puffy and swollen lips back into your wet cunt, which took him in with ease.
“and what use good is she if she’s not cumming her brains out?”
you hated that his mean words turned you on even more. you hated that he was bringing you to a moaning mess in front of his friend. you hated how fucking wet you were and how you badly craved his dick right now, wishing it was filling you up to the brim. “i’ll say it again, if i have to repeat myself again for the rest of this night, i’ll fuck both of your throats until they bleed”
gojo hands gripped at the rug beneath him, he wasn’t sure if it was you or nanami that had his dick so hard it felt like it was going to explode. his balls swelled in his boxers and ached. he squirmed on the carpet and whimpered, desperate for his poor cock to get some attention, any attention.
nanami nonchalantly takes his glasses off and tosses them to the floor as if he wasn’t doing the lewd acts that he was. “tell my pretty girl all the dirty things you wanna do to her,” gojo’s eyes flicked to yours. for the first time in all of your time knowing him, he looked…nervous? ashamed?
it’s not like you could focus on that right now anyways, not with nanami knuckles deep in your pussy, pumping slowly. he knew this wasn’t enough to make you cum, and you hated that too. “i wanna watch her—“
“no, come here, and tell her pussy, don’t be shy now satoru,” he took his fingers out before slamming them back into you and you choked out another loud mewl. gojo crawled over to where you guys were sitting, his face now inches away from where your greedy pussy was sucking nanami’s fingers up.
gojo tried to open his mouth but nanami abruptly lifted up his foot, pressing the cold bottom of his shoe to gojo’s forehead, guiding his closer to the ground, to the point where he was not kneeling. “you haven’t earned the pleasure of being that close to my pussy, you can speak from there,” and yet again, gojo listens.
fuck, nanami may have been fuming—but he can’t deny the fact that you sitting in his lap, panting and moaning, swear beads starting to form at your forehead as you tried to be a good girl while the slick poured out of you and his longtime friend, thee gojo satoru, was fucking kneeling for him, so utterly desperate to ruin his property.
“her lips,” nanami raised an eyebrow at gojo. “look at her fucking lips i mean—ah how can you not want to smear your cum all over them,” you couldn’t help with clamp down on nanami’s fingers when his friend spoke. you really werent trying to, but they egged you on further as you let yourself get ruined only by nanami’s fingers.
your boyfriend slightly tilted his head at the man before using his free hand to part your lips open, his fingers slowly started to dig deeper. “these lips?” he questioned as he gathered some spit out of your mouth onto his fingers, rubbing the saliva all over them before shoving them back inside. “he wants to feel your lips baby,” he whispered in your ear, long fingers pressing against that one spot in your soaked walls and your body started to quiver, legs shaking over his big thighs.
“she likes getting her mouth fucked, dontcha’ sweetheart?” you couldn’t do anything but nod your head, mouth stuffed with his fingers as he started to move those too, matching the pace that he was using to torture your pussy. “what else you wanna do satoru?”
“i wanna taste her, s’fucking bad,” he licked his lips without thinking. “i know that pussy tastes like heaven,”
and with his words nanami had pulled his fingers out of you for the last time, your body had gone slightly limp from the sudden removal.
you were almost too dazed to see nanami put his fingers in satoru’s face and holding them to his mouth. “open,” satoru didn’t think twice before craning his head up and sucking your juices off of nanami’s fingers, moaning and groaning as if it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. “good job, lick them clean,” his tongue went in between your boyfriend’s fingers as the muscle swirled around them.
when he finished licked what remained of you on nanami’s fingers, he pulled back with a string of spit still attaching them both together. his face hot and red, eyes filled his desperation as he looked up at nanami as if he was silently asking for more.
this was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen before.
nanami released a raspy chuckle from his lips. “if you’re good, i might just let you eat my load out of her, and i cum a lot,” gojo whined at his friend as he continued to thrash around in his pants, his full cock begging to be let free.
nanami pulls his pants zipper down, letting his thick cock slap right against your soaking, deprived pussy. your clit jumped when you felt the hardness right against you, so close but still so, so far.
“put it in,” you find your fingers getting slapped away when you tried, only to realize he wasn’t talking to you. both of your eyes were on gojo as he lifted off of his knees to grab nanami’s warm dick, feeling the veins pulse underneath his touch. he adverted his eyes and looked at his friend who was sitting over him with pink tinted cheeks, and ragged breaths.
this was killing nanami as much as it was killing the both of you.
gojo switched from nanami to you, and you looked fucking delicious, your state matching your nanami’s. gojo eyes stayed locked on yours as he positioned nanami at your entrance, eating up all the lewd sounds your pussy made while swallowing all of nanami’s fat cock, his tip alone was stretching you out so good.
gojo slid the man into you with easily, pussy already prepped and begging for some dick. god, you loved the way nanami’s curve kissed your cervix just right, pulling more and louder mewls from you.
“you like that?” gojo breathlessly asked, it was almost a whisper. nanami leaned forward and roughly yanked the man’s hair, pulling him closer to his face all while bouncing you on his cock, your juices building at the base already, a loud plap! plap! plap! every time he bottomed out in you.
gojo winced loudly followed by another whimper as he felt the man’s breath fan his face. “did i say you could take to her—matter of fact, did i say you could talk at all?”
jeez, it was so hard for nanami to keep up this mean act, especially when your velvety walls sucked him up so good, your cunt squeeze around him tightly, milking all the pre-cum into you. he groaned as he bounced you up and down, making sure gojo seen everything—from the white ring on his dick from your juices mixing together, to the way your perfect titties bounced when you were riding like goddamn pornstar.
“fuckkk—this pussy’s sucking me so good, mmfgh—look at the way she’s taking it satoru, she’s such a good slut for us huh?” the man could barely get his words out with how tight you were gripping around his cock. it’s really been forever hasn’t it?
doesn’t matter, nanami’s fucking into your pussy like he never left, hips slamming into yours as he groans in gojo’s face, forcing the man to watch just how fucking amazing your cunt feels. he laughs in his face. “almost makes me wanna put a baby in it,”
that’s all you needed to throw you over the edge, the knot in your stomach finally releasing, you’re gushing all over nanami’s dick, your pussy spasming as he fucks you right through your orgasm. “oh? she likes that? lil slut wants me to breed her with my cum,” nanami threw his head back as he finally released satoru from his grip and placed both hands on your hips, using the chair for leverage as he pistoned his hips into you like a madman, chasing his high now.
“t-tell satoru how much you fucking love being filled with cum—my cum,” his resolve was starting to wear away but it didn’t even matter anymore, you felt so fucking good. “mmfgh~ iloveitsososomuch~!!”
you could barely even get your words out nanami had you so drunk on his dick but nothing mattered anymore—not gojo, not your relationship problems—nah.
only thing on your mind was getting that pretty cunt filled by your sexy, angry, big dick boyfriend while his sexy, big dick friend watched
a few more thrusts and nanami’s hips started to stutter, you felt his quick, hot breaths fan the back of your neck and you knew he was close. you grabbed onto his big thighs and started to match his thrusts, bouncing with his same speed as you craned your next behind you to look at nanami.
your mouth was parted open and eyes low, begging him.
“gimme your cum sir please,” you whined as you grinded your hips on him, making his grip tighter as he harshly bit down on his bottom lip. “c’you please show gojo how full you pump me baby,”
“imma give it all to you sweetheart,” he huffed against the shell of your ear, clamping his other hand around your neck as to keep you stable as he picked up the face, thrusts angling deeper. “‘m gonna fill you up mama, fuck, don’t move, okay? oh my god—“
it only took nanami one more thrust before he was planting his feet on the floor, trying to grip the ground as he let out this guttural, almost animal like groan—white, hot, sticky, ropes of cum flooded inside of you, his fat cock twitching with every rope he shoots out, making sure to keep you stuffed allll the way.
you had forgotten all about the poor man on the floor. watching the both of you fuck like rabbits while he sat there with an aching cock and blue balls out of this fucking world.
nanami didn’t though. as soon as he pulled out of your slick pussy with a pop! he was motioning gojo over again, who wasted no time licking and slurping up nanami’s cum from your sweet pussy, tongue lapping up the mess like a dog with it’s water bowl.
he moaned loudly when he tasted you again, sticky substances coating his tongue and he was loving every minute of it.
when he finally finished with his meal, nanami patted his head before lifting you off of his lap, carrying you bridal style back to the couch before laying you down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
once he turned back around to face the man on the floor, his lips turned up to a small smirk as he started to take his belt off. “what are you doing?” you questioned, barely awake but still having enough energy to ask that.
nanami walked back over to the seat he’d just fucked the shit out of you in, sitting back down in the seat drenched with cum and slick. he patted his lap again, motioning for the white haired man on the floor.
there's something so hot about slapping a man in the face.
especially when he's big an buff, and is looking back at you with a familiar smirk.
water is dripping down his face from the water you threw at him, an empty shot cup in his hand—god why is he so fucking sexy like this?
staring back at him, you can see the slightly red, throbbing skin, making a note of the impact. funny enough, he seems to be unfazed other than the reaction that's happening below the belt. he'll deny it but there's a staining in his boxers, though.
"is that all you got?" he teases, rubbing his calloused hand over his jaw. breathless, you can't help but pout—you gave him everything you had and he still wanted more.
he turns his check the other way, exposing a new side to you. he taps his cheek bone impatiently.
"c'mon, give it another go." he encourages, smile growing more and more as you wind up your arm.
so when your hand finally slaps against his face, sound echoing through the bustling bar you’re met with a grin more sly than before. “that’s it,” he encourages, eyes flashing with something lustful. “atta girl.”
your much smaller fingers fidget with the leather around your throat.
“can you breathe?” he asks, unimpressed by your act. you have to be reminded you’re here for him to use as he pleases.
your hands still. “yeah.”
satoru straightens his back and drinks in his handiwork. “then it’s perfect, baby. c’mon, ‘just wanna look at you.”
your knees dig into the soft bedding while you sit with your hands nestled in between your thighs. “to keep them warm!” you’d told him, but satoru wasn’t born yesterday.
the traces of fear in your eyes draws him in and makes him stay. your lower lip juts out and there’s an adorable crease between your eyebrows. he reaches out and rests his palm on the side of your face, and your eyes flutter closed.
“are you scared?” satoru’s tone is edging on condescending as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.
you shake your head, and your eyes open to meet his again. satoru’s chest aches at how beautiful you are– all his.
“good.”
satoru grips the end of the short leash and snatches it taut. your eyes widen and your breath catches, but you don’t waver. he smiles; always his strong little girl. he guides you forward until your faces are level.
“you look so pretty in my collar, baby,” he praises. “and it fits you perfectly. looks like it was meant to be after all, yeah?”
little does megumi fushiguro about the surprise you've all planned for his birthday.
gn!reader | fluff, tooth-rotting fluff | CW: profanities, established relationship, not proofread
a/n: yes, I know damn well it's not even close to his birthday. but I suddenly thought about this idea, and I'm not going to wait months for it to come around again <3
“let’s go on a walk!”
is what you told megumi, exactly, precisely, perfectly, at two o’clock sharp in the afternoon when your phone lit up with a signal text from maki. just as planned.
megumi nonchalantly agrees; he knows he could use the fresh air, and the peace and quiet during this fine winter day. plus, any time spent with you somehow always manages to clear his mind and cool his ever-tense nerves.
so you both throw on a coat and make your way outside, with you walking a step or two ahead of him to guide the route.
behind the dorms and near the training field, you remind yourself repeatedly of the meeting spot that your classmates decided on.
you’re humming to yourself on your seemingly quiet walk, with megumi following behind you and listening to your voice.
“oh, give me a second.” megumi stops abruptly. right as he bends down to tie his shoe, you catch a glimpse of orange in your peripheral vision..
wait, nobara?
around the corner of the dorm buildings you’re walking alongside, you see nobara frantically gesturing at you. gesturing away from you. her eyes are wide and not a single word was spoken.
oh shit. in the blink of an eye, she’s gone around the corner, and you spin around to face megumi who’s just finished tying his shoes.
you’re already sneaking a look at your phone, which is on silent, and noticed a stream of panicked group chat messages reading “wait we aren’t ready! stall!!” from yuuta, “itadori accidentally dropped the cake lol” from maki, and “im already running for another cake, i just need like 10 minutes!!” from quick-footed, track-star yuuji.
you don’t even bother reading the rest when you begin your cascade of white lies to cover up for your friends. time to put on a show.
and your brilliant, groundbreaking, remarkably smooth persuasion skills manages to come up with,
“uh- megumi! i ju- i just remembered! i have a late assignment due for those notes we had to submit a while ago! we’ve gotta go back!”
megumi stands up and raises his eyebrow in confusion.
“the notes you borrowed from me last week?”
oh fuck.
“no,” you stare blankly, standing stiff, your heart rate increasing.
“i missed a different assignment, and forgot I promised to submit them today. let’s go back to my dorm!”
you gently but firmly take his hand in yours and guide him back down the path.
“after-all, i can’t focus without the loving presence of my very beautiful, very caring boyfriend!” you turn to him. your face is heating up from the half-lie-truths you’re pulling out of your ass to distract his suspicions, and while megumi’s ears and face start flushing red, there is definitely a hint of pondering that you’re both well aware of. especially since megumi was wracking through his memory for what assignment you possibly could’ve meant, since he was on top of them all, and he knew you were too. but he decides not to question further against his better judgement.
“focus on your notes.” megumi scolds you when he catches your gaze lingering over him.
you pout. “sorry, you’re just so cute.” at least you didn’t need to lie about that.
megumi rolls his eyes, but a hint of pink blooms across his cheeks. his eyes lower back to his open book. he readjusts himself against the headboard of your bed and flips a page.
“the sooner you finish, the sooner we can continue our walk.”
you mumble an okay before you go back to pretending your random scribbling and gibberish on the page is genuinely note-taking.
megumi peers up from his book to observe you quietly. he takes in your features, your posture, the focused expression you wear. he doesn’t notice himself softly smiling at your look of concentration with your brows furrowed together and cheeks puffed as if in frustration.
he wasn’t sure if you were having a hard time focusing, and if you were, what should he do? could it even be possible for him to reassure you as well as you do for him?
while megumi is internally contemplating ways to support you and searching for the right words, his eyes accidentally wander to the content on your paper.
he frowns. before he can say anything, your phone’s vibration tears through the silence and you immediately reach for the device, tapping at the screen.
you barely even take a second to read your notification before megumi watches you shoot up from your seat.
“never mind, i’ll finish this later! let’s continue our walk,” you declare, with your beaming grin doing numbers on megumi’s heart and sending it clashing with his logical reasoning. of course he’d want to you to spend your time with him instead of your stupid late assignments, but…
“what? didn’t you say you needed to finish immediately?”
“i changed my mind. i need fresh air first.” you’re begging any existing god out there for megumi not to catch you sweating.
“were you not able to focus?”
“megumi, it’s fine, the notes can wait.”
“but you brought me back here so you could write them..”
you’re starting to feel exasperated. “i said it’s fine! i changed my mind! let’s just go, i want to be with you first!”
you’re tugging him off the bed and handing him his coat, which he doesn’t even have much time to put on since you’re already making your way through the door with his arm linked with yours.
back in the same spot as before, you’re walking briskly ahead of megumi, and instead of listening to your peaceful melodies, he’s calling after you in protest.
“y/n, wait! seriously, is something wrong?”
oh no, your heart twists. much to your dismay, megumi is taking your false issue seriously like the caring boyfriend he is.
“nothing’s wrong, megumi! i just don’t feel like doing my notes right now.” now your own cover-up is failing because you can’t keep a straight face and you want to confess where you’re bringing him. but you’re so close, you’re almost there, just around the corner..
in a last effort, you attempt to keep your nonchalant attitude and hope to sway his heart away from your fake academic problems with a warm smile.
“i’m not buying it.” megumi glowers.
you’re seconds away from manically giggling despite trying to acknowledge megumi’s serious tone. you can’t help but feel immensely guilty.
“are you alright? if you’re falling behind you can tell me, i’ll help you.”
your heart swoons. you’re madly in love with him, you think to yourself.
“really megumi, it’s fine, i actually need to show-“
“are you hiding something from me?” megumi cuts you off.
oh my god.
you have to bite your lip to keep from breaking character.
“megumi,” you helplessly grasp his hand again and drag him further to your destination, “please just follow me already.” you barely manage to turn the corner while he’s resisting your grip.
“no, y/n, you were only there for 7 minutes, and i saw you doodling that picture of a lizard on your paper! tell me what’s-“
“surprise!!”
megumi freezes and your fit of laughter finally fills the air, along with the cheering of your classmates and the frequent honking of party blowers.
megumi’s lips are sealed shut when he sees the table set up in front of him. it’s decked with a cloth, trays of party food and a pristinely frosted cake with Happy Birthday! written in red icing, and an inaccurate amount of candles placed on top. Animal-shaped balloons hover at each end of the table, tied to the legs. And behind all of it, a combination of smug and joyful looks from his friends.
“woooo! fushiguro, you’re old!” yuuji bellows, waving around a party streamer.
toge is already beside megumi, placing a corny, glittery party hat on his head and adjusting the string for him. megumi doesn’t dare move a muscle, but glances over at your figure, still keeled over, laughing.
“aw, megumi! i’m so sorry for tricking you! ah, you were so stressed! i’m sorry!” you barely manage, doing your best to take deep breaths in between your profuse apologies. you wipe the tears forming at the corners of your eyes from the hysteria.
“i did my notes already, i promise!”
yuuta chuckles at his underclassman. “did you worry him? what did you even say?”
“i told him i had late work due and dragged him back to my room. i wasn’t even doing the work, the whole page was lines and drawings.” you finally start to calm down, and straighten up again next to megumi.
“you guys are so lucky he didn’t see nobara.” you smirk, and turn to your blushing partner, who’s currently unable to look you in the eye. he tries to make eye contact with you, and you offer him your sheepish smile.
“maybe check your phone faster, y/n!” nobara retorts. “and it’s not my fault itadori can’t watch where the hell he’s going.”
“oi! who do you think sprinted for a new cake in under 20 minutes?! i don’t see you doing it!”
“i’m not the one who slipped on deflated rubber with a cake!”
panda is pulling them apart with ease before they can have at each other.
maki sighs, “the other cake was so professional though. it had the shikigami animals and everything.” she pops a cookie in her mouth before continuing, “okkotsu had it pre-ordered from a bakery or something.”
“salmon.” toge confirms.
“well, gojo-sensei paid for it, so it’s really not a big deal.” yuuta shrugs.
while the second years continue disclosing the details of their elaborate surprise plan to him, megumi silently takes your hand once more, giving it a gentle squeeze. he’s unsure of whether or not he’s supposed to apologize to you, but you squeeze his hand back, settling his worry.
“happy birthday, megumi!” your smile spreads across your face graciously once again. “were you surprised?”
megumi smirks at you in response. he looks back at the noisy scene in front of him, and doesn’t let go of your hand. maybe he was a little more shocked than he’d like to admit that his noisy, combative friends, were actually tactful enough to form something behind his back like this, especially for him.
maybe he appreciated how much they really cared for him and bothered to remember his birthday when he almost didn’t. he might’ve even appreciated your efforts in stalling him for his own celebration, just so he could experience the shock in full.
in fact, all of this was true. megumi has never been more grateful in his life that he isn’t spending this day alone like how he thought he wanted to.
and in the midst of it all, you’re admiring another one of megumi’s rare, breath-taking smiles. you make sure to permanently sear that mental image of him into your mind, relieved that he’s finally enjoying himself for once.
extra: gojo was soft-banned by the second years until after the birthday party for megumi’s dignity’s sake. afterwards they made it up to him with the leftover cake (: he was bitter he couldnt get to embarrass him just a little bit.
sypnosis : you can’t seem to fall asleep and on top of that your stomach is growling. It looks like an ice cream run with your husband could solve this problem!
pairing : nanami kento x fem!reader
t.w : none, just fluff
“Kento…are you awake?”
It’s currently 2 in the morning and you’re still wide awake staring at the ceiling. Normally you’d be watching tv but Nanami won’t sleep as long as you’re awake so laying in the dark was your last option. It was going smoothly until your stomach started to grumble loud enough that you’re surprised your husband hasn’t woken up yet. Yet was too soon though since the moment you spoke his eyes fluttered open.
“No, I’m asleep right now” he rasped.
He turned to his side, facing you with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinting closed from the moonlight peeking through the windows. There you were, eyes wide as ever staring back at him with your lips curled up into a smile.
“Do you think you can sleep drive then? I really want some ice cream..”
“I don’t think so sweetheart, we would probably crash”
“So then that means you have to wake up right?” you mused, scooting closer until you were inches apart from his lips.
He closed the space, pecking you before sliding up and out from the covers. You practically squealed, already out of the bed slipping your slippers on. Nanami quickly followed putting his hoodie over while he stepped into the pair of slippers that matched yours. They were just plain blue slippers but you got them because they reminded you of his work shirt.
“Almost forgot my wall-“
“You’re not paying for ice cream come on, I’ve got it” he chuckled, grabbing your hand.
“You can stay in the car, i’ll go get it”
“I’m not letting you go inside of there alone, come on let’s go together”
Nanami placed his hand in his pocket letting you slip your hand through the slot, wrapping it in his arm. You both looked around inside of the convenient store, walking along the many isles until finally you stumbled upon the ice cream one. Like a child seeing candy you pull away from Nanami, rushing over to the doors. He follows after you, holding the door open for you to browse.
“Hmm I feel like having cookies and cream but I also want banana nut” you sighed, looking back and forth between the two pints.
“Get both, I’ll finish the banana nut one if you don’t”
You turn to him, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “You are the best ever, come on lets go,” your hand laces with his as you scurry over to the register.
The cashier smiled as she scanned at the ice creams. Nanami was already pulling out his card while she spoke. “You two look like a wonderful match for each other” she cooed, handing the receipt to Nanami.
“Thank you! have a wonderful day- I mean night” you giggled, waving her off on your walk back to the car.
Once you got home you raced Nanami inside the house, having to wait at the door since he was the one with the key. He let you win of course, still removing his shoes at the door way while you were in the kitchen grabbing a spoon
You rushed to the living room where your husband was sitting with his legs up on the couch and his back against the armrest. He opened his arms, pulling your body onto his so you were straddling his legs.
“What are we gonna watch?” you whisper, popping a spoonful of banana nut ice cream into your mouth.
Nanami turned on the tv, unpausing whatever video that was playing on youtube. It was a video of someone cooking or maybe a vlog. Your husband loved watching those sorts of videos, he would even use the recipes they had too.
“You should make a youtube channel, I think people would like seeing your hands cook”
“You think so?” his eyebrows furrowed, watching you raise the spoon to his mouth.
A sigh of pleasure left his lips as you two continued to eat the sweet treat. It was finished in 20 minutes with Nanami’s help but if it was just you, there would probably be half a pint left.
Your body was slumped against his, face resting on his shoulder and your hand slowly playing with the ends of his undercut. He waited until your hand fell from his hair to carry you into the bedroom. You remained asleep until he put you down to go to his side of the bed.
“Kento where are you going?” you mumbled, patting the spot next to you.
“No where sweetheart, I’m right here”
He dipped into the bed by your side after slipping off his shirt, moving closer with his front pressed against your back. His hand rested over your body, pulling you close enough for his chin to rest atop of your head. You sigh, gripping his hand against your heart.
It was now 3am and you were finally on the verge of sleeping but there was just one more thing you had to do.
“Kento?”
“What is it sweet girl?”
“Thank you for taking me for ice cream, i’m sorry for waking you up”
“It’s alright, I love you very much and I would do it again if you asked” he whispered against your head.
It’s true, he would. He would do anything as silly as 2am ice cream runs to make you happy. It’s the simple things for him that matter the most. You were a person who had so much joy for small things like ice cream and tv shows and that’s one of the things he loves about you. So if you asked him tomorrow at 2am if you could get ice cream, he’d say yes with a smile on his face.
“okay then, goodnight Kento, I love you always” you smile, turning your face to press a soft kiss on his lips.
(Chen Chen, Chapter VIII / Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray / Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger / Holly Black, The Cruel Prince / Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God / Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest)
