🏷️ npt because all the pressure’s on me rn: @ac1dmeow @faerieschronicles @16spades @gyarujo @fayelero @yorikae @vngelisse @neotoru @fukiouh @cinnamongirlsev @grotesquevi @purrtoru @lesmerri @liahcharms @yutootired @neotoru + anyone who wants to join!!
megan i can’t hide it anymore. i dream of you every night. you’re so subby and adorable. my palms get all sweaty when we chat. i always feel sad when you’re not online. i’m so jealous too, what does megumi have that i don’t have?? and don’t say a dihh cuz i have three different ones in my closet. plz go out with me. i’ll be your big sweaty guardian alpha boyfriend, i can be ur mommy too, or ur daddy, you can drool as much as you want and i’ll only judge u in my mind. i want you to blush for me every day and be my good kitten forever. we are married in tomadachi life too. idk why u keep having kids but we have a fourth one now. i think fiction relates to reality so let’s make this happen babydoll
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE i said very alpha-ly
this is so beautiful. i accept ur proposal🤤🤤
WAIT WE’RE MARRIED IN TOMODACHI LIFE?
and wtf. wdym ull only judge me in ur mind..😒 dont judge me at ALL tf…
Summary: Satoru Gojo ever since starting university has been your nerdy roommate bff who folds your laundry, cuddles you during movie nights, and keeps to himself. Never asking for anything. But behind closed doors he’s been hopelessly in love with you since childhood. The last thing he expected was for that illusion to be shattered when you catch him gagging himself with your panties!
Content warning: porn w/no plot, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalkerish tendencies, voyeuristic thoughts, possessiveness, masturbation, panty theft, s*kuna, jealousy, emotional manipulation, oral (fem!recieving,) friends to lovers, roommates to lovers
Satoru Gojo was the kind of guy who blended into the background. At nineteen, in your little shared apartment, he was the epitome of the nerdy roommate. Blocky glasses perpetually slipping down his nose, messy white hair that he never bothered to style, and a wardrobe full of hoodies, jeans, and graphic t-shirts he often layered over a long-sleeved undershirt. But beneath his unassuming exterior, Satoru was harboring a bottomless desire for you. Ever since first grade, when you'd plopped down next to him on the playground sandbox and declared him your best friend, you had effectively won over his entire heart.
Since then, you e grown up together. Inseparable through elementary school awkwardness and the chaos of high school. While you blossomed into the popular girl everyone wanted, Satoru stayed in the shadows, content with stolen glances and the warmth of your casual affections. You'd kiss his cheek goodbye after sleepovers at his family's place and curled up against him during movie nights. Even his mom adored you, calling you the daughter she never had, baking cookies for your visits. As for Satoru himself, his love for you had taken over in a way that twisted his guts. It was obsessive and all-consuming. The kind of love that made him ache at night.
Now in college, you shared this cheap two-bedroom place to save money. Satoru seemed like the ideal roommate. He did all the chores without whining, especially the laundry. He folded everything so neatly. He would leave the apartment whenever you had guys over, saying he had to study at the library. It gave you privacy.
But that wasn’t the full truth. Doing the laundry had given your dearest friend Satoru an excuse to sneak into your dirty clothes steal your sweet panties for his own use. The scent saccharine enough it had driven him mad. He kept a secret stash under his bed in a box and would breathe them in deep until his dick got hard. Then he wrapped them around his hand and stroke himself. Pretending it was your perfect pussy gripping him tight through the flimsy fabric.
Now, you’d been seeing this guy lately, and Satoru couldn't fucking stand that! Sukuna was the worst. That big tattooed guy you hooked up with sometimes. Satoru hated how that prick touched you, his rough hands on your hips in front of everyone. How you'd would come back to the apartment all flushed, your lips looking kissed too much. Those should have been Satoru's kisses. That’s what his conscious kept chanting over and over like a mantra when even the thought of Sukuna came about.
And of course Satoru would listen through the walls at night when that big idiot came over. The sounds of Sukuna fucking you filled his ears like a melody that left him entranced. That delinquents grunts and your moans, it killed him inside. But he just couldn’t stop! It was the only thing to get him going these days. His hand would move fast on his cock, imagining it was himself inside you, making you cry out his name.
Satoru had fantasized countless times during it. About pounding his length into your tight little hole. (actually all three of them, but he of course had his favorite obviously.) Satoru dreamed of owning your body completely for himself. And what was wrong with your best friend thinking of you in such a manner anyways? He was the one who knew you inside out. He knew how you laughed at dumb jokes, how you stole all the blankets, absolutely everything about you. Sukuna was nothing, just a stand-in for what Satoru could give you if he had the guts.
However once your panties started vanishing more often lately, you began to question what had been going on. mentioned it at breakfast one morning, digging through your drawer with a frown.
“Toru, I don’t know what is going on,” You mentioned it while satoru cooked breakfast one morning, digging through your hamper with a frown. “They keep disappearing. I bought a new pack yesterday because I keep misplacing them it seems.” You sighed before heading to the sink to clean your hands.
Satoru nodded, acting all sympathetic, but his heart raced. He knew he was the one who’d taken your new favorites already. Those pink lacy ones with the little bow. They were still warm when he swiped them too! He just couldn’t resist. You were his everything, his pretty girl, and those stolen pieces let him feel close to you in a way he never dared otherwise. Plus, it’s not like that fratboy-loser Sukuna ever needed to see you in those!
That afternoon, you were out doing errands. Satoru locked his bedroom door and pulled out the pink panties. The cotton felt so soft in his hand, still holding a hint of your scent from when you wore them last. He kicked off his sweats and shoved his boxers down to his knees. His cock bounced free, long and thick, the veins standing out as it throbbed. A drop of precum sat at the tip, shiny and ready. He pressed the fabric to his nose and breathed in hard.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he whined to the empty room, his voice needy and low. “Y’smell amazing. So sweet, like y’re just f’me, yeah?” His tongue slipped out, licking the spot where your wet cunt had been, tasting the salt and the faint tang that made his mouth water.
He shoved the panties into his mouth next, gagging himself to keep quiet. The taste filled him up, and he let out a muffled whine. Satoru dropped back onto his bed, legs spread wide, knees up. One hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing the base before sliding up slow. The skin pulled tight over the head, and he hissed at the friction. He thought about you, how your thighs would feel around his face, soft and warm.
“Wanted this for so long!” he moaned around the cloth, the words coming out sloppy. “Y’re mine, pretty girl….N-not for that asshole Sukuna or anyone. I would fuck you right….s’good…make you feel full until you scream!”
His hand picked up speed, stroking from root to tip with a twist at the top. Precum slicked the way, making each pump louder, wetter. His hips lifted off the mattress, thrusting into his fist like it was you. He pictured you on your knees, mouth open, begging. 'Please, Toru, give it to me nowww.' His other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them draw up tight. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his glasses getting foggy from the heat. He bit down on the panties, tasting more of you, and his strokes got frantic.
“Gonna fill ya up, baby. Pump you so full of my cum, watch it leak out….H-hah… love you too much, it fucking hurts sometimes….needa taste ya, need to be inside.” He edged himself, slowing down when he got close, dragging out the build. His free hand roamed up his shirt, pinching his nipple hard enough to sting. The pain mixed with the pleasure, making his cock jump in his grip. He imagined your nails on his back, scratching as he rutted deep.
“Yeah, like that…Take it all, my good girl!” Faster now, the bed creaking under him, his breaths coming in pants around the gag. His balls ached, the pressure coiling low in his gut. He was so close, vision blurring, lost in the fantasy of you clenching around him.
The door pushed open without a knock and you stood there, eyes going wide as you took it in. Satoru on his bed, hand on his dick, your pink panties stuffed in his mouth. The air was thick with the smell of his arousal, his face red and sweaty behind the glasses. Fear hit him hard. He grabbed the blanket and threw it over his lap, pulling the fabric out with a gasp. Words spilled out in a panic. “W-wait! I swear…it’s not what it looks like. Shit, I’m so sorry. Please do not hate me…I love ya, okay? I couldn’t help it! I just-mmmh”
You walked right over, hands on his face, and despite his initial fears, kissed him deep. Your tongue pushed in, tasting him back, like you had waited forever. Satoru went still for a second, then grabbed your waist, holding on tight. You broke away just a bit, whispering against his lips.
“I thought you didn’t see me that way Satoru, I’ve always wanted you more than anyone... But we’ve always been just friends…y’never show interest in me…”
Joy flooded him, making his chest tight. His dick pulsed under the blanket, still hard and leaking. “You mean that!?' he asked, voice shaky, eyes wet. “Fuck! I have been miserable without you. Obsessed everyday. Thinking about your skin, your taste, everything. I want you so bad…”
You grinned, a mix of soft and naughty, and nudged him down onto the pillows. “Y’wanna prove it to me, Toru?” You stripped quick, shirt off, pants gone, bra unbuckled, until you were naked on his bed. Legs open wide, your pussy on display. All syrupy with your clit swollen and ready. Satoru stared, then leaned in hungri.
His lips hit your clit first, sucking with just the right pressure. His tongue swirled fast, making your hips buck. “A-aah, Satoru!” you gasped, fingers in his hair, tugging him in. He acted like he owned the place down there, years of dreams guiding him. He licked into your hole, tongue fucking you shallow, slurping up your juices loud and messy. “Y’taste incredible,” he cooed, the words buzzing against you. One hand held your thigh back, the other pushed two fingers inside, curling to rub that deep spot.
He didn’t let up, fingers thrusting with slick sounds, mouth switching to lap your folds then back to your clit. You squeezed around him, wetness coating his hand, dripping everywhere. “C’mon pretty girl,” he urged, voice low. “Cum on m’tongue…dreamed of this so long! Your tight pussy, all for me, yeah?!” His thumb pressed at your entrance with his fingers, opening you a little more, hinting at what he wanted next.
It hit you quick, body tensing, breaths short.
“Nngh, s’close Toru, g’na cum now!” You whined out before eventually your walls were pulsing. Flooding his mouth with your release. He kept going, swallowing it all, moaning as your legs shook, gripping the sheets for dear life.
But it wasn’t over. You pulled him up, kissing him again, tasting yourself on his lips. “That was amazing,” you said softly, hands sliding down to feel the mess. “Y’came without me even touching you?” He nodded, embarrassed but smiling. “Couldn’t help it, sweet girl. Really meant it when I said you’re everything t’me…”
The build was slower, deeper, your hands fisting the sheets. He watched you the whole time, eyes locked on your face, like he was memorizing every gasp. “You’re so beautiful like this,' he murmured. “All tired and needy f’me…yeah? Still wanna get stuffed by m’cock now?”
He crawled up, blanket kicked away, his soaked boxers clinging. You tugged them down, his cock springing out, still half-hard and messy “Wan you…inside…” you pleaded, “love you so much Toru…c-can I-” Satoru kissed you quiet. Before nodding his head shyly. “C-course…anything for you, yeah?” He lined up, rubbing the head against your slit, coating himself in you. Then he pushed in slow, inch by inch, both of you moaning at the stretch.
He filled you perfect, like he belonged. Hips rocking gentle at first, building to deep thrusts. “Love ya,” he whispered with each one. “Always have, sooo fucking much!” You wrapped legs around him, meeting every move. It was not rushed, just right, sealing years of waiting.
When he came again, it was with you clenching around him, both lost in it. Afterward, he held you close, no more secrets between you. He didn’t know how he got so lucky.
thanks to everyone who dmed and checked in on me!! i’m sorry for the late updates and posts for those who didn’t know i’m recovering from surgery <3
also… YES THIS IS A REPOST!! literally no matter how much i reblog nobody is seeing it so im reposting but more aesthetic~ did we not love pervy gojo enough guys??
Summary: Satoru Gojo ever since starting university has been your nerdy roommate bff who folds your laundry, cuddles you during movie nights, and keeps to himself. Never asking for anything. But behind closed doors he’s been hopelessly in love with you since childhood. The last thing he expected was for that illusion to be shattered when you catch him gagging himself with your panties!
Content warning: porn w/no plot, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalkerish tendencies, voyeuristic thoughts, possessiveness, masturbation, panty theft, s*kuna, jealousy, emotional manipulation, oral (fem!recieving,) friends to lovers, roommates to lovers
Satoru Gojo was the kind of guy who blended into the background. At nineteen, in your little shared apartment, he was the epitome of the nerdy roommate. Blocky glasses perpetually slipping down his nose, messy white hair that he never bothered to style, and a wardrobe full of hoodies, jeans, and graphic t-shirts he often layered over a long-sleeved undershirt. But beneath his unassuming exterior, Satoru was harboring a bottomless desire for you. Ever since first grade, when you'd plopped down next to him on the playground sandbox and declared him your best friend, you had effectively won over his entire heart.
Since then, you e grown up together. Inseparable through elementary school awkwardness and the chaos of high school. While you blossomed into the popular girl everyone wanted, Satoru stayed in the shadows, content with stolen glances and the warmth of your casual affections. You'd kiss his cheek goodbye after sleepovers at his family's place and curled up against him during movie nights. Even his mom adored you, calling you the daughter she never had, baking cookies for your visits. As for Satoru himself, his love for you had taken over in a way that twisted his guts. It was obsessive and all-consuming. The kind of love that made him ache at night.
Now in college, you shared this cheap two-bedroom place to save money. Satoru seemed like the ideal roommate. He did all the chores without whining, especially the laundry. He folded everything so neatly. He would leave the apartment whenever you had guys over, saying he had to study at the library. It gave you privacy.
But that wasn’t the full truth. Doing the laundry had given your dearest friend Satoru an excuse to sneak into your dirty clothes steal your sweet panties for his own use. The scent saccharine enough it had driven him mad. He kept a secret stash under his bed in a box and would breathe them in deep until his dick got hard. Then he wrapped them around his hand and stroke himself. Pretending it was your perfect pussy gripping him tight through the flimsy fabric.
Now, you’d been seeing this guy lately, and Satoru couldn't fucking stand that! Sukuna was the worst. That big tattooed guy you hooked up with sometimes. Satoru hated how that prick touched you, his rough hands on your hips in front of everyone. How you'd would come back to the apartment all flushed, your lips looking kissed too much. Those should have been Satoru's kisses. That’s what his conscious kept chanting over and over like a mantra when even the thought of Sukuna came about.
And of course Satoru would listen through the walls at night when that big idiot came over. The sounds of Sukuna fucking you filled his ears like a melody that left him entranced. That delinquents grunts and your moans, it killed him inside. But he just couldn’t stop! It was the only thing to get him going these days. His hand would move fast on his cock, imagining it was himself inside you, making you cry out his name.
Satoru had fantasized countless times during it. About pounding his length into your tight little hole. (actually all three of them, but he of course had his favorite obviously.) Satoru dreamed of owning your body completely for himself. And what was wrong with your best friend thinking of you in such a manner anyways? He was the one who knew you inside out. He knew how you laughed at dumb jokes, how you stole all the blankets, absolutely everything about you. Sukuna was nothing, just a stand-in for what Satoru could give you if he had the guts.
However once your panties started vanishing more often lately, you began to question what had been going on. mentioned it at breakfast one morning, digging through your drawer with a frown.
“Toru, I don’t know what is going on,” You mentioned it while satoru cooked breakfast one morning, digging through your hamper with a frown. “They keep disappearing. I bought a new pack yesterday because I keep misplacing them it seems.” You sighed before heading to the sink to clean your hands.
Satoru nodded, acting all sympathetic, but his heart raced. He knew he was the one who’d taken your new favorites already. Those pink lacy ones with the little bow. They were still warm when he swiped them too! He just couldn’t resist. You were his everything, his pretty girl, and those stolen pieces let him feel close to you in a way he never dared otherwise. Plus, it’s not like that fratboy-loser Sukuna ever needed to see you in those!
That afternoon, you were out doing errands. Satoru locked his bedroom door and pulled out the pink panties. The cotton felt so soft in his hand, still holding a hint of your scent from when you wore them last. He kicked off his sweats and shoved his boxers down to his knees. His cock bounced free, long and thick, the veins standing out as it throbbed. A drop of precum sat at the tip, shiny and ready. He pressed the fabric to his nose and breathed in hard.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he whined to the empty room, his voice needy and low. “Y’smell amazing. So sweet, like y’re just f’me, yeah?” His tongue slipped out, licking the spot where your wet cunt had been, tasting the salt and the faint tang that made his mouth water.
He shoved the panties into his mouth next, gagging himself to keep quiet. The taste filled him up, and he let out a muffled whine. Satoru dropped back onto his bed, legs spread wide, knees up. One hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing the base before sliding up slow. The skin pulled tight over the head, and he hissed at the friction. He thought about you, how your thighs would feel around his face, soft and warm.
“Wanted this for so long!” he moaned around the cloth, the words coming out sloppy. “Y’re mine, pretty girl….N-not for that asshole Sukuna or anyone. I would fuck you right….s’good…make you feel full until you scream!”
His hand picked up speed, stroking from root to tip with a twist at the top. Precum slicked the way, making each pump louder, wetter. His hips lifted off the mattress, thrusting into his fist like it was you. He pictured you on your knees, mouth open, begging. 'Please, Toru, give it to me nowww.' His other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them draw up tight. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his glasses getting foggy from the heat. He bit down on the panties, tasting more of you, and his strokes got frantic.
“Gonna fill ya up, baby. Pump you so full of my cum, watch it leak out….H-hah… love you too much, it fucking hurts sometimes….needa taste ya, need to be inside.” He edged himself, slowing down when he got close, dragging out the build. His free hand roamed up his shirt, pinching his nipple hard enough to sting. The pain mixed with the pleasure, making his cock jump in his grip. He imagined your nails on his back, scratching as he rutted deep.
“Yeah, like that…Take it all, my good girl!” Faster now, the bed creaking under him, his breaths coming in pants around the gag. His balls ached, the pressure coiling low in his gut. He was so close, vision blurring, lost in the fantasy of you clenching around him.
The door pushed open without a knock and you stood there, eyes going wide as you took it in. Satoru on his bed, hand on his dick, your pink panties stuffed in his mouth. The air was thick with the smell of his arousal, his face red and sweaty behind the glasses. Fear hit him hard. He grabbed the blanket and threw it over his lap, pulling the fabric out with a gasp. Words spilled out in a panic. “W-wait! I swear…it’s not what it looks like. Shit, I’m so sorry. Please do not hate me…I love ya, okay? I couldn’t help it! I just-mmmh”
You walked right over, hands on his face, and despite his initial fears, kissed him deep. Your tongue pushed in, tasting him back, like you had waited forever. Satoru went still for a second, then grabbed your waist, holding on tight. You broke away just a bit, whispering against his lips.
“I thought you didn’t see me that way Satoru, I’ve always wanted you more than anyone... But we’ve always been just friends…y’never show interest in me…”
Joy flooded him, making his chest tight. His dick pulsed under the blanket, still hard and leaking. “You mean that!?' he asked, voice shaky, eyes wet. “Fuck! I have been miserable without you. Obsessed everyday. Thinking about your skin, your taste, everything. I want you so bad…”
You grinned, a mix of soft and naughty, and nudged him down onto the pillows. “Y’wanna prove it to me, Toru?” You stripped quick, shirt off, pants gone, bra unbuckled, until you were naked on his bed. Legs open wide, your pussy on display. All syrupy with your clit swollen and ready. Satoru stared, then leaned in hungri.
His lips hit your clit first, sucking with just the right pressure. His tongue swirled fast, making your hips buck. “A-aah, Satoru!” you gasped, fingers in his hair, tugging him in. He acted like he owned the place down there, years of dreams guiding him. He licked into your hole, tongue fucking you shallow, slurping up your juices loud and messy. “Y’taste incredible,” he cooed, the words buzzing against you. One hand held your thigh back, the other pushed two fingers inside, curling to rub that deep spot.
He didn’t let up, fingers thrusting with slick sounds, mouth switching to lap your folds then back to your clit. You squeezed around him, wetness coating his hand, dripping everywhere. “C’mon pretty girl,” he urged, voice low. “Cum on m’tongue…dreamed of this so long! Your tight pussy, all for me, yeah?!” His thumb pressed at your entrance with his fingers, opening you a little more, hinting at what he wanted next.
It hit you quick, body tensing, breaths short.
“Nngh, s’close Toru, g’na cum now!” You whined out before eventually your walls were pulsing. Flooding his mouth with your release. He kept going, swallowing it all, moaning as your legs shook, gripping the sheets for dear life.
But it wasn’t over. You pulled him up, kissing him again, tasting yourself on his lips. “That was amazing,” you said softly, hands sliding down to feel the mess. “Y’came without me even touching you?” He nodded, embarrassed but smiling. “Couldn’t help it, sweet girl. Really meant it when I said you’re everything t’me…”
The build was slower, deeper, your hands fisting the sheets. He watched you the whole time, eyes locked on your face, like he was memorizing every gasp. “You’re so beautiful like this,' he murmured. “All tired and needy f’me…yeah? Still wanna get stuffed by m’cock now?”
He crawled up, blanket kicked away, his soaked boxers clinging. You tugged them down, his cock springing out, still half-hard and messy “Wan you…inside…” you pleaded, “love you so much Toru…c-can I-” Satoru kissed you quiet. Before nodding his head shyly. “C-course…anything for you, yeah?” He lined up, rubbing the head against your slit, coating himself in you. Then he pushed in slow, inch by inch, both of you moaning at the stretch.
He filled you perfect, like he belonged. Hips rocking gentle at first, building to deep thrusts. “Love ya,” he whispered with each one. “Always have, sooo fucking much!” You wrapped legs around him, meeting every move. It was not rushed, just right, sealing years of waiting.
When he came again, it was with you clenching around him, both lost in it. Afterward, he held you close, no more secrets between you. He didn’t know how he got so lucky.
thanks to everyone who dmed and checked in on me!! i’m sorry for the late updates and posts for those who didn’t know i’m recovering from surgery <3
also… YES THIS IS A REPOST!! literally no matter how much i reblog nobody is seeing it so im reposting but more aesthetic~ did we not love pervy gojo enough guys??
Content warning: satoru x suguru x reader, established polycule, MMF threesome, porn w/no plot, unprotected p in v, anal (f recieving), multiple rounds, m receiving oral, squirting, eiffel tower position, spanking, top!satosugu, sloppy makeout, pet names like princess, pretty girl yada yada
*NOT APART OF THE MINISERIES BTW
If there was one thing you learned about living with your boyfriends Satoru and Suguru, it was that the two perverts couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And what started as a casual rewatch of Legally Blonde didn't take long to turn depraved. With Satoru's lips quickly finding your neck and Suguru's hands drifting towards the soft skin of your waist.
Now you'd forgotten the clock hours ago, caught up in the smooth sound of Satoru's arrogant voice and feeling the grip of Suguru's tight hold, the three of you making love like you'd done this a thousand times, because at this point you probably had.
Suguru's cock plunged into your aching pussy. Each thrust deep and hard, stretching your walls tight around him. The burn felt so good, that full pressure hitting your core over and over. You stayed on elbows and knees, ass pushed back as his hips smacked yours with a loud slap slap slap. Wetness dripped down your thighs from how soaked you were, balls slapping against your ass.
Meanwhile Satoru had his own dick hovering right at your lips. Utterly hard and leaking precum from the slit. Veins stood out along the shaft, pulsing with his heartbeat. "Suck it, princess," he said, voice low and demanding. He gripped the base and rubbed the head over your mouth, smearing the salty substance on your tongue.
You opened wide, letting him slide in slow. The weight settled heavy, filling your mouth as you sealed lips around him and sucked. Spit built quick, running down your chin. You worked your tongue flat under him, tracing the ridge while bobbing forward.
Suguru grunted behind you, hands clamping your hips. "Fuck, your pussy doesn't want me to let go, huh," Suguru sped up, the thwacking of skin growing faster as his cock dragged along your insides. The friction sparking heat that coiled low in your gut.
You moaned around Satoru, the hum making him buck. He grabbed your hair loose, guiding your head. "Yeah, just like that. Take more, angel." He pushed deeper, tip nudging your throat. You gagged soft, eyes watering, but relaxed to let him in. The stretch in your jaw ached sweet, his precum bitter on your tastebuds.
Suguru’s hand grazed over your back, sweat slick between you. His chest stuck to your skin as he ground in circles, cock stirring your depths. "Feel that? Right against your spot." Fingers slipped to your clit, rubbing firm and steady. Sparks shot up your spine, pussy clenching hard.
Contorted sounds escaped from your throat as Satoru started shallow thrusts. Saliva bubbling out, strings connecting when you pulled back for air. He thumbed it over your lips. "Messy girl. Love seeing you drool on my dick."
it didn’t take long for the pressure to build fast. Your poor and stuffed body wounding tight. Suguru's fingers pressed harder on your clit, rolling it just right. "Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock." His thrusts becoming even more punishing as his balls smacked heavy against you.
“C-Cumming! T-Toru….S-Sugu,” you exclaimed, poorly attempting to cry out either of the boys names. Your walls pulsing wild around him. Juices gushed out, soaking his length and thighs. The release hit like waves, legs shaking, vision spotting white. You cried out muffled on Satoru, body jerking.
Suguru fucked through it, groans rough. "That's our pretty girl. Milk it all." His hips stuttered, but he held back, drawing it out.
Satoru eased out a bit, letting you gasp. Spit trailed long from your lips to his shiny cock. He slapped it light on your cheek. "Pretty as fuck when you cum…" He fed it in again, holding your head steady. “C’mon…back in, yeah?”
Suguru pulled back slow, almost out, then rammed home. Cum from your release mixed with slick, squelches loud and filthy. He spread your cheeks, watching himself disappear inside. "Look at that creamy mess. All for us."
You bobbed faster on Satoru, hollowing cheeks for suction. He hissed, free hand on the wall. "Shit, princess, your throat's choking me s’good." Precum flowed steady, coating everything.
Suguru varied it now, long slow drags that made you whine, then quick snaps that jolted you forward onto Satoru. Sweat beaded on his skin, dripping hot onto your back. His breaths came panty, control fraying.
Satoru locked eyes with Suguru over you. Tension sparked between them. Suguru leaned in first, hand on Satoru's neck pulling him down. Their lips crashed, open and hungry right above your head.
Tongues slid wet smacks of mouths mixing with your slurps. Suguru sucked Satoru's lower lip, biting light. Spit glistened on their chins as they broke for air, then dove back.
You pulled back to glance upside down, the raw heat of it all making your poor pussy throb. Satoru's cock jumped at your lips from their kiss. Before eventually shoving your head right back into work.
Suguru growled into it. "Taste so good, Toru." He licked Satoru's jaw, hand sliding to his chest, tweaking a nipple hard.
Satoru thrust erratic now. "Fuck, yeah Sugu…F-fuck…love you so much yeah?” Their kiss turned sloppy, tongues pushing visible, moans vibrating down to you. “Fill her up good f’me…”
Suguru snapped at that. He buried his cock balls deep, length swelling as he pumped hot cum into you. Spurt after thick spurt flooded your pussy, warm and sticky, womb full. "Take every drop, sweetheart."
The sight of Suguru stuffing you full triggered Satoru’s orgasm next. He yanked your hair, holding flush as he unloaded. Ropes hit your throat, salty and thick. You gulped fast, some spilling out through the corners of your lips, but he kept going till you finished swallowing it down.
Your two boyfriends kissed lazy through aftershocks, cocks twitching still. Suguru slipped free with a wet pop, cum oozing thick from your hole, trailing down.
Satoru pulled out too, tip red and slick. He scooped leaking seed, pushed fingers in your mouth. "Clean it, good girl." You sucked them eagerly, tasting both.
Suguru chuckled low, flipping you to hands and knees again. "Round two. My turn in front." His cock, still hard and messy, tapped your lips. "Lick it clean first, baby."
You did, tongue lapping your cum and his off every inch. The taste being such a salty sweet mix, his shaft twitching under your mouth. Satoru knelt back, spitting on your ass. Fingers probed, one then two, twisting to loosen.
"Gonna fuck this tight hole now, angel," Satoru said, voice thick over your whimpers and whines. The head pressed, popping past the ring. Burn stretched wide, but the lubrication of his spit helped, inch by inch sinking in. Fullness hit different, pressure on new spots that made you keen.
Suguru filled your mouth, syncing thrusts as Satoru bottomed out before eventually groaning loud. "So fucking tight back here. Clenchin’ like that." He spanked once, crack, cheek stinging hot.
You pushed back, chasing the building ache. Suguru's hand in hair, fucking face gentle rough. "Breathe, princess. Taking us so well." Fingers found your clit again, rubbing fast. Your orgasm stacked quick now, body sensitive. You came hard despite Satoru's cock deep inside your ass. Your rim fluttering as your pussy came untouched.
They followed soon after, Satoru grinding deep to spill in your ass, hot jets painting walls. Suguru down your throat, cum sliding easy now. And once Satoru finally pulls out and Suguru lifts your head away from his length, it doesn’t take long for you to completely pass out.
“Shit Sug, y’think we overdid it?” Satoru asked breathlessly, looking down at your limp figure. His tone hilariously concerned.
“The fuck do you think, Satoru?”
a/n: this is not a part of the series!!! i made this oneshot a while ago before i started writing for the bf!geto x reader x bsf!gojo miniseries. but i never finished it and i guess this can be like an unrelated extra chapter maybeeee idk
also i did not know how to end this and lowk forgot to post ts
venus as a boy ⧽ you decide to volunteer at your local library, only to figure out that the owners grandson is not at all what you imagined. you’re fully convinced he hates you — only to soon realize he’s been planning on which position to put you in first.
back of the net ⧽ satoru absolutely falls in love with the girl that can play piano. too bad he’s forbidden from dating, but who’s to stop him
DRABBLES / ONE SHOTS
sneaking in for sex
using his balls as a needoh
spider-man is your ex
he’s crushing on an alt girl
AITA for fucking my twins ex?
obsessed with his beauty marks
wisdom teeth removal
him & his shy girl
cosplay sex
spider-man cums a lot
mother’s day
brace face part 2
jealous jealous girl
he hates your bf
he apologizes with his dick, not words
satoru is surprised to see his pretty neighbor
ovulation
UPCOMING
offside romance ⧽ Satoru Gojo’s reputation isn’t look too well with all the “playboy” accusations, not while being the most successful soccer player in the University of Tokyo. So what better way to get it back up than to fake a relationship with the pretty barista from the local coffee shop?
hyumizisua would be a rlly cute poly ship but idk why people think it would ever work. primarily cuz sua is canonically a nonsharing toxic mizi yumeshipper.
Satoru pushed open the door to your shared apartment, the quiet hum of the city fading behind him. He had wrapped up his mission earlier than expected, eager to get back to you. The place smelled like chamomile tea and something faintly sour, probably from your morning sickness. He kicked off his shoes, sunglasses perched on his head, and called out softly.
"Baby? You home?"
No answer at first, just a sniffle from the bedroom. His heart twisted in that delicious way it always did when he heard you like that. Tears. God, he loved your tears. The way your long lashes clumped together, dark and wet, framing those big, vulnerable eyes. The slight flush on your nose, the way your voice cracked and trembled. And the best part? Only he could fix it. No one else got to see you like this, hold you, make you feel whole again. It made him want to lock you away forever.
He found you curled up on the bed, knees to your chest, that oversized sweater swallowing your frame. Your hair was a mess, face buried in a pillow. Pregnant belly peeking out just a bit, round and perfect. You looked up when he approached, eyes red-rimmed, cheeks streaked. "Satoru," you whispered, voice thick. Fresh tears welled up. "You're back."
He dropped onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his lap without a word. You fit so perfectly there, your weight a comfort against him. "Hey, hey. What's got my girl crying today? Talk to me." His hand stroked your back, fingers tangling in your hair.
You buried your face in his chest, shoulders shaking. "Just everything, Toru. You left before I woke up again a-and I hate that. I hate when you're gone before I even see you. Then the nausea hit hard this morning and it wouldn’t go away for hours. A-and... and my favorite dress. The blue one you like? It doesn't fit anymore. I tried it on, thinking maybe today would be okay, but it won't even zip. I look... I look huge. Y-you probably think so too. You've been staring weirdly lately."
Satoru bit back a smirk. The dress. Yeah, that was his doing. He had tossed it in the dryer on high heat last week, watching it shrink just enough. Not to hurt your feelings, never that. But fuck, you looked too good in it. Those curves hugging your body, drawing eyes from everyone. No one deserved that view but him. And he knew it would end like this: you in his arms, tears soaking his shirt, needy for his reassurance. His cock twitched at the thought.
"Huge?" He chuckled low, tilting your chin up. Your lashes were clumped, mascara smudged just a little, nose pink. Perfect. "Baby, you're carrying our kid. You’re not huge, you’re gorgeous. And I've been staring because I can't keep my eyes off you. Every inch of you is sexier now. Those hips? This belly? Fuck, it makes me hard just looking." You sniffled with a small giggle, wiping your eyes, but doubt lingered. "Really? You don't... you don't think I'm gross?"
His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek, smearing it deliberately. He loved how it glistened on your skin. Memories flooded him: the night he proposed, down on one knee in your tiny kitchen. Your tears had poured then, happy ones, splashing onto the ring as you nodded frantically. Or when he tickled your sides until you laughed so hard you cried, body writhing under him. And his absolute favorite, when he had your legs spread wide, cock slamming into your pussy over and over. You would grip the sheets, sobbing his name, babbling nonsense as orgasms ripped through you. Tears streaming, voice breaking. All his.
"Gross? Never." He kissed your forehead, then your nose, tasting salt. "You're mine. Every curve, every tear. Let me show you how much I need you." You hesitated, but your body melted into him, hands clutching his shirt. "Okay. Just... hold me first?"
He nodded, shifting so you straddled his lap, your belly between you like a warm secret. His hands roamed your sides, slipping under the sweater to caress bare skin. Soft, stretched just right from the pregnancy. He pressed kisses along your jaw, murmuring, "You're so beautiful like this. Swollen with my baby. No one gets this."
Your breath hitched, more tears slipping free. "Satoru... I feel so emotional. Like everything sets me off." He breathed against your neck, nipping lightly, "good. Cry for me. I really love it." The words slipped out before he could stop them, but you didn't seem to notice, too lost in the moment.
He peeled the sweater off you, revealing your full breasts, nipples dark and peaked. Pregnancy had made them heavier, more sensitive. He cupped one, thumb circling the bud, watching you gasp. Tears tracked down your cheeks as you rocked against him, feeling his erection press up through his pants.
"See? Look at what you do to me." He ground up, letting you feel the hard length. "I don’t need a dress when you’re already perfect naked and crying on my lap."
You whimpered, lashes fluttering wetly. "I love you, so much.” He replied, "I know," before flipping you gently, mindful of your belly, laying you back on the pillows. His mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. You arched, fingers in his hair, a sob escaping. Colostrum beaded on his tongue, sweet and warm. He groaned, switching sides, kneading the other breast.
"Satoru! Oh God," you cried, tears flowing freely now. Your nose reddened more, voice pitching high. He pulled back, admiring the sight. Clumped lashes, flushed face, lips parted. His cock throbbed painfully. "Look at you. So pretty when you cry. Makes me want to fuck you senseless."
You nodded frantically, hands tugging at his pants. "Please…I-I need it inside. Make it better."
He stripped quickly, cock springing free, thick and leaking. Your eyes widened, more tears for some reason, joy or overwhelm, he didn't care. He settled between your thighs, spreading you wide. Your pussy was slick, swollen from hormones, folds puffy and inviting.
"Gonna fill you up," he promised, rubbing the head along your slit. You bucked, sobbing his name. "Yes, yes, Satoru!"
He pushed in slow, savoring the stretch. You were tighter now, pregnancy making you grip him like a vice. Inch by inch, until he bottomed out, balls against your ass. Your walls fluttered, tears streaming as you adjusted.
"Fuck, baby. So wet for me. Even y’re pussy’s crying for me??? H-hah…squeezing m’cock soo good." He started thrusting, deep and steady, hands on your hips. You gripped the sheets, back arching. "Too much... feels s’good... ah!"
He picked up pace, slamming harder, the bed creaking. Your belly jiggled with each thrust, your breasts bouncing. Tears poured, mixing with sweat. Your voice broke into babbles. "Satoru...mmh.. don't stop..."
"Never," he growled, possessive fire burning. Only he saw this. You sobbing, coming apart on his dick. No one else. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tasting all your tears. His hand slipped between you, thumb on your clit, rubbing circles.
You couldn't take it anymore, your pussy clamping down, creamingaround him. "Satoru! Cumming... oh fuck!" Sobs wracked your body, lashes clumped shut, nose bright red.
He didn't stop, fucking through it, chasing his own release. "That's it. Cry for me. All mine."
Your babbling turned incoherent, tears endless. He thrust deep one last time, spilling hot cum inside you, groaning your name.
You collapsed together, his weight braced on elbows. You sniffled, clinging, tears still leaking. He kissed them away, heart swelling. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," you murmured, voice hoarse. "You always make it better."
He smiled, secret kink sated. You were his. Tears and all.
Satoru lingered inside you, softening slowly, not ready to pull out. Your pussy milked the last drops from him, warm and content. He brushed hair from your damp face, thumb tracing the tear tracks. You looked wrecked in the best way: eyes puffy, lashes stuck together in little spikes, lips swollen from kisses and bites. That red nose tip made you seem so fragile, so his to protect.
"You know I didn't mean to leave early," he said softly, though part of him loved knowing it started your tears. "Mission ran long last night. But I'm here now. All yours."
You nodded, sniffling. "I know. Just... lonely sometimes. And the baby's kicking more than before. It feels weird…all the changes. Like I'm not myself anymore."
He placed a hand on your belly, feeling a flutter. His kid. Yours. Possessiveness surged again. "You're still you. Hotter, if anything. Remember when I proposed? You cried a whole river but I couldn’t find you any less beautiful." A watery laugh escaped you. "Dont remind me, Toru!"
"Hey, How could I ever let you forget? You were the prettiest yet that night." He grinned, thrusting shallowly just to make you gasp. "And when I tickled you last week? Laughing so hard you teared up a little. Fuck, that was so cute."
"Satoru!" You swatted his chest", fresh tears of embarrassment, "don't remind me."
But he did love reminding you. Every emotional outburst fed that hidden hunger. The joy tears, the laugh tears, the empathy ones when he talked about work. But nothing beat the sex tears. Like just now, you sobbing as he railed you.
"What about when I fuck you till you can't talk?" He murmured, starting to harden again inside you. "Bawling my name, pussy creaming all over my cock. That's my favorite."
Your cheeks flushed deeper. "You're awful. I-I don’t... okay yeah. I get overwhelmed, but I’m not a crybaby!"
He rocked his hips, that pervert was already building friction. "Y’know I really wanna make you cry again? Show you how much I love this body?" Your breath hitched. You bit your lip, nodding. "Yes please."
This time he went slower, savoring. Pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in, grinding deep. Your hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging. Tears started anew as pleasure built.
"Look at me," he commanded. Your eyes met his, wet and pleading. "See? Only I get this. Your tears, your pussy, our baby? All mine."
"Y-yours," you sobbed, legs wrapping around him. "All yours, Satoru. p-please just a little harder."He obliged, pounding now, skin slapping. Your breasts leaked a little with each thrust, milk dribbling. He leaned down, licking it off, sucking again. You wailed, coming fast, walls pulsing.
"Good girl. Soak my cock." He flipped you onto your side, careful, spooning behind. One leg hitched over his arm, he rutted deep, hand rubbing your clit. Tears streamed out, voice breaking. "Can't... too much... Satoru!"
"C’mon baby, Just cry it out f’me yeah?" His free hand squeezed your breast, possessive grip. Cum from before leaked out around his pistoning cock, messy and hot.
You babbled, "Love you... so full... gonna cum again..." Body tensed, then shattered, squirting a little. He followed soon after. Flooding you with more of his sperm. "Take it, all mine."
Panting, he held you close, kissing your tear-streaked shoulder. You sighed, content, emotional storm passed. "Thank you," you whispered. "For always taking care of me."
"Always," he replied, heart full. His secret safe, your tears his addiction. And later, as you dozed, he thought about the dress. Maybe shrink another one tomorrow. Just to make you need him again.
a/n: I know I said I’d most likely post my object gojo fic today but when I saw so many people anticipating and looking forward to it I got so nervous and felt more unsure of my draft so It’ll probably be out tomorrow!!
also I’m not sure if this dynamic is problematic or if it counts as dubcon since I made satoru more manipulative than I expected, idk yall. imo even tho the reader consents he’s making you vulnerable and insecure just so you be closer to him…
anyways let’s just say toru was listening to some ironmouse
I want you crying for me I want you waah wah wah wah waah wah wah wah I want you fighting for me and when you lose go wah wah waah wah wah wah CRY FOR MEEE
Summary: Satoru Gojo had been hopelessly in love with his best friend Suguru Geto for as long as he could remember, which was exactly why he was determined to hate you the moment you entered their lives. But somewhere along the way, that resentment turned into an undeniable crush, and just as Satoru resigned himself to believing neither you nor Suguru could ever return his feelings, he’s soon to discover that he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Content warning: polyamorous relationships, satoru x suguru x reader, seemingly unrequited love, satosugu are about 20, non curses au, eventual smut, initial jealousy, satoru is bi, suguru is pan, gasp!! they were roommates
Summary: Satoru Gojo had been hopelessly in love with his best friend Suguru Geto for as long as he could remember, which was exactly why he was determined to hate you the moment you entered their lives. But somewhere along the way, that resentment turned into an undeniable crush, and just as Satoru resigned himself to believing neither you nor Suguru could ever return his feelings, he’s soon to discover that he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Content warning: polyamorous relationships, satoru x suguru x reader, seemingly unrequited love, satosugu are about 20, non curses au, eventual smut, initial jealousy, satoru is bi, suguru is pan, gasp!! they were roommates
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