satoru knows you hear him when he cums. you know he does.
you’d been as good about this whole thing as one could be. after all, it's not like he does it day in day out, just occasionally throughout the week.
you’d have your headphones in to pretend that you’re immersed in one of your shows, volume low. acting like you don’t already have the sound of satoru's moans burned into your memory, like you can’t hear him getting himself off down the hall. trying your hardest to not let it affect you. which works well enough.
usually, at least.
sometimes it gets to be too much. your soft bottom lip ends up caught between your teeth, thighs pressed together like that'll do anything for the incessant throbbing down south. it unfortunately lasts maybe 5 minutes before you cave, weak enough to let a hand slide down the front of your shorts to ease the growing ache building in your abdomen. sliding two fingers deep and pretending they're longer, slightly thicker. able to curl in a way yours can't. palming your breast under your cami and imagining that it's a slightly larger, warmer hand working you up like this.
pretending that it isn’t your roommate’s moans alone that's causing this stubborn arousal. hoping you’d time his orgasm just right so you’d finish with him.
hell, maybe you’re just as bad as satoru is, just not as loud.
he’s always ridiculously shameless about it too—deep groans, breathless curses, the wet drag of his fist as he strokes his cock. one you've pictured a shameful number of times. little praises choked out like there’s someone else there making him feel good.
“you’re so wet,” you’d once heard him murmur, voice edging off into a deep, toe curling moan, “feels so good, baby…”
it’s like he wants you to hear him.
which you do. every. single. fucking time without fail.
once is mistake, twice is a coincidence? but 3 times? and the various instances after those? satoru gojo is ruining your fucking life. your sanity.
not a coincidence, but pattern. sheer pattern. he has to know. if the knowing glint in his pale eyes when morning came meant anything, his chirpy little ‘sleep well, roomie?’ that has the tips of your ears heating because no, obviously fucking not! grade a asshole, that’s what he is. it’s already a struggle to fight the building attraction–he’s annoying as hell when he wants to be, but a sweetheart of a friend. fixes stuff around the apartment without you even having to ask, makes you breakfast here and there, stays up at ridiculous hours with you when you can't sleep...among other things.
but now you know exactly how he sounds when he makes himself cum, how whiny he gets, and it just makes that fickle restraint falter even more.
aside from the whole ‘noisy jerker’ thing…he isn’t bad at all. you’d gotten lucky in the roommate lottery, you suppose. he at least handles his shit with the door closed (the singular saving grace).
tonight’s different though. you’d stepped out for a quarter of an hour at best to run to the convenience store—he’d been to one to offer up his card to restock the snacks in the communal cupboard, letting you go with a simple ‘get the good stuff, yeah?’
he’d been given a clear time frame so there’s no good reason why his door is cracked when you get back in, fucking up into his fist with gentle strokes and zero urgency at all.
"oh fuck…just like that.”
you halt mid step, frozen—card in your hold, heart clawing its way right up into your throat.
the sight is much more than you’d expected. he’s a much prettier sight than your imagination could've ever conjured up.
sweats pushed low and bunched on his thighs, muscled chest bare. his lashes rest against the flush dusting his cheeks, snowy strands mussed with a few damp ones sticking to his forehead. your eyes drop lower, you can't help it. to his happy trail, neatly groomed hairs that do match the drapes leading all the way down to his cock. it's shameful how fast blood rushes to your face. it's a pretty, flushed pink, a bead of precum welling at the tip as he strokes up and down, grip twisting near—
maybe…maybe you’d just wait till he finished. silently slip back into your room like you'd seen nothing at all, keeping the card till he finished. he wouldn’t mind. you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t even be looking.
he’s jerking off and you’re just stood there like a peeping tom. gosh, you feel like a bigger pervert than he is. getting off to the sound of him is bad enough, now this?
“are you just gonna stand there?” the words come out of no where, startling you. it’s lazy sounding, a syrupy drawl tinged with amusement. like this is a normal, everyday conversation that you two have. the card slackens in your hold and your breathing ceases momentarily, mouth parting to get an excuse out, a ramble of apologies perhaps.
“you’re—oh fuck,” and he doesn’t even stop, eyes closed, head tipped to the ceiling now. his lips part around a moan, squeezing at the base of his cock on his downstroke to ebb his pleasure. pearly cream smears near the pretty bulb with he strokes upward again, thumb brushing over a vein at the side. “—fine. you’re fine! come in, I was just thinking about you.”
you do, you’re not sure why you do. maybe it’s your body working faster than your mind is, one saying yes, other saying no type thing. clear betrayal of every sensible instinct you have. your limbs are moving before the words can even settle. he grins like he knew you’d do just that, shifting floorboards giving you away.
you try not to look, you really do but it’s right there. hefty cock held in a light grip, flushed head all soft and rosy. veins pulsing proudly under flushed, shiny flesh. a cock you’ve tried (you really have) to not imagine too often. glistening with what looks like either pre or saliva (maybe both). it's stiff and heavy looking in his hand—the kind of pretty that causes a near physical ache in your chest and somewhere lower, dampness between your thighs soaking through your panties.
“you’re gonna cum to it anyway,” he murmurs, “might as well get you in here to let you see the real thing, right?” your eyes follow another pearlescent dribble from his head, eyes growing glossy. you will the dampness pooling between your thighs away, trying to focus on anything but him while actively ogling at his cock. you’re stood there like a deer in headlights, his words registering late. when they finally do, you’re all hot in the face as you glance up at his face, stumbling over words about only being here to give him his card. “huh? I don’t even…satoru, I promise you it’s not like that at all.”
“it’s not?” and then he laughs, all deep and rich, not at all helping with your situation currently.
“you just happen to play with yourself exactly when i’m getting myself off? the walls are thin, pretty. I don’t think the pillows muffle those vibrations too well.” you wonder if there’s a quick way to dig a hole to just jump into. maybe if you fake a fainting spell, he’d be nice enough to drop it so you could escape? shitty fucking amazon vibrator – the reviews were all lies.
a low, strangled noise leaves you - half startled, half mortified. trying to get a rebuttal out but your lips won’t cooperate.
satoru’s eyes open slowly, lids heavy like he’s already drunk on the pleasure. fuck, he loves this. loves the look on your face – lips parted, all stunned, no words to say to explain yourself. “haah—you’re not coming?” and god, he says it so breathily, you can’t help the instinctual clench of your thighs, nor the bob of your throat with how harsh you swallow.
“a little watching got you all needy?” he notices. of course he does. “why don’t we help each other out, hm? take your panties off. let me see how wet you got for me.”
that gives you a pause, panties in question uncomfortably damp. hot in the face with..embarrassment? arousal? most definitely arousal. maybe that more than the former. your hands are shaky as they graze the soft edges of your shorts, hooking under the elastic band of your panties.
you don’t know why you’re just listening to him. blindly following his instructions like it's law. "I...I really came to give you back the card." walking out of here and pretending this didn’t happen would be just as easy as walking in had been. but you don’t – you’ve been wanting to at least touch him for ages, depriving yourself right now wouldn’t do either of you any favors. "I was about to leave."
the plain pale gray, now turned smoky at the center falls, string of arousal connecting the fabric and your core briefly before snapping. it hits the floor in a heap with your shorts, and you press his card onto the closest surface to free both hands up.
"mm, i'm sure you were." his gaze drops and he groans at the clear glistening between your thighs, thumb swiping over his tip, hips twitching slightly as he slows his strokes.
“perfect. now c’mere, pretty.” he says again, softer this time. voice something warm and inviting.
you take a step, then a few more till you’re at the edge of the bed. his legs spread a little wider, chin angling down in a simple gesture. his strokes somehow get slower, lazier. teasing now, dragging out every wet sound, every twist of his wrist that has dribbles of his pre spilling over his knuckles. you sink down to your knees so you’re settled between his thighs, fingertips biting into the hardwood. the ache between your thighs that you'd been managing well enough makes itself known with a harsh throb, looking up at him through your lashes.
“there you are.” he croons, bringing his free hand back from gripping the sheets to brush stray hairs out your face, tipping your chin up. the pad of his thumb traces your bottom lip, slow, pressing in just slightly at the center.
“say ahh, roomie.”
a/n: another one for my fellow satogooners (¬ ͜ ͡¬) 𖹭.ᐟ -- edited repost! ˙ᵕ˙
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"you ever tried doing that upside-down kiss?" you looked away from your phone for just a sec, but then buried your face back in the screen. "y'know, the one spider-man from the other universe did with mj."
he sat at the desk with a notebook full of integrals and numbers in front of him — he'd been crushing math problems for two hours straight. with a quiet sigh, he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up. "babe, i didn't have a girlfriend before you, 'course i haven't tried it."
then he slowly turned around, cocked an eyebrow, and a smirk played on his face. "...you wanna try?" "nah, it looks crazy uncomfortable."
spoiler: wrong answer.
because now you lay on the couch, his cock hammering right into your mouth, your hips right over his chest, and your pussy stayed an inch from his mouth. he legit wanted to prove he was just as good as any other spider-man and could do way, way more than just some upside-down kiss.
his chest got wet from your juices dripping down your inner thighs. he gripped your hips, guiding you down right to his face. "come on, baby, right on my face." the second your slick folds touched his lips, he let out a pathetic moan, and that sound went straight to your needy clit.
you didn't wait either. you leaned down, grabbed his huge cock, massaged it first, and then ran your tongue over the head. "haah.. fuck baby, don't tease," he whined and jerked his hips.
the head slid between your lips and you sucked him in deep, circling your tongue around the ridge underneath. he instinctively twitched, but you kept a firm grip on the shaft. "you like that, huh? like havin' your thick cock in my mouth?"
he didn't answer, just buried his nose in your folds, and his nose got wet instantly. "god, your pussy smells so good," he groaned, rubbing against you. "so fuckk! wet for me. gonna drink from you 'til you're empty." you moaned around his cock, the vibration makin' him twitch, and he pushed his tongue inside in return, moving at a ruthless speed, feeling your heat drip onto his chin. "yeah, rub that little pussy on my face," he commanded hoarsely.
you moved up and down on his cock, swallowing it all the way to your throat, then backed off to lick the head. he alternated between sucking your swollen clit and thrusting his tongue deep into you and every time you swallowed him, he pressed your hips harder into his face, literally buryin' himself like he wanted to get inside your body. "suck it, baby," he rasped, "take every fuckin' inch. let my cock clear out your throat." you responded by sliding your mouth down 'til your nose touched his pubes and stayed there, squeezin' with your throat. "mhmmnn! nnghh!" you hummed, and he groaned, dug his fingers into your ass, and spread your cheeks to fuck you deeper with his tongue. "just like that," he whispered right into your pussy, "gonna make every little hole of yours happy, huh? push against my tongue 'til you cum on my face."
his hips started thrustin' into your throat on their own and you let it happen: let him fuck your mouth while you squeezed his balls with one hand just enough to make him whimper.
"fuck, your mouth," he groaned, pulling away from your clit for a sec to catch his breath, pressin' against your thigh. "so good, baby... your tongue, your pussy, everything's made just for my cock, i'm gonna... mmnh— fuck fuckk—"
your thighs started shakin', and he felt your pussy clenching around his tongue, your breath getting choppy. he doubled his efforts, flickin' the tip of his tongue against your clit, while one hand reached up and slipped two fingers into your leaking pussy. "you gonna cum on my face?" his lips vibrated on your clit. "gonna soak my tongue with your sweet juices? i'll drink 'em all, then i'll make you swallow my cum while you're chokin' on my cock." you screamed, your mouth lost its grip, but you didn't stop. he grabbed your hair and shoved you back onto his cock. "don't you dare stop," he growled, "suck 'til i feed you full."
his own heat built up, he felt that familiar tension in his balls and growled into your pussy "gonna fill your throat, babe," he growled. "swallow every drop, or i'll fuck you with this cock 'til you forget your name. fuckkkk just like thattt!.." you took him deeper, your throat relaxed, and you swallowed him whole. he came with a shudder — hot, thick cum splashed right into your throat. "mhm! mhmmnn!!" you muffled with your mouth full, trying to say something, but it was useless. "gonna make that cute mouth remember my taste for another week, huh?" there was so much cum it literally spilled out of your mouth while you tried to keep his cock inside. "now don't you dare swallow 'til i say. keep my cock warm inside." he made you stay still with him in your mouth, feelin' you fight the reflex, feelin' the cum fill your cheeks. "now swallow," he ordered, and you did. greedily, like you were drinking damn milk.
but he didn't stop. he kept licking, sucking and fucking you with his fingers 'til your orgasm hit you completely. "cum for me," he demanded, pressing hard with his tongue on your clit. "cum on my face, right now. right in my mouth, baby." "ah! nnngh! mhmmnn! gods! tor— toru!!" your whole body convulsed, you rode his face, moving so much that even his eyes and even damn forehead got all wet. your juices flooded his tongue, and he drank 'em up greedily. "there you go, babe," he whispered, licking off every drop. "such a good girl. your sweet pussy's practically beggin' me to lick it clean."
well, it didn't turn out to be that uncomfortable. theory proven, you were definitely wayy luckier than whatever mj was.
contains: established relationship, socmed au, domestic fluff, some of the slides are not sfw (mdni), mentions of them having various threesomes (w/ sakusa, hinata & meian), one brief jokingly mention of a cuck chair, they're both just incredibly horny i'm so sorry (i'm not), two kms jokes, wooing a blond man, oikawa mention, idk i wanna thirdwheel them so bad wbu
a/n: looked at him for a bit too long, suddenly i want him sigh
⋆.˚ texts with atsumu miya as your brother's best friend who sucks at math ✧
warnings, crack, suna!reader, cussing
a/n, thanks to anon for requesting this though i have no idea if its good enough, i did this on a rush bc i was starting to get writers block so i had to finish it before that, also i switched to dark mode bc white was hurting my eyes help
ATSUMU is one of the Big Three of the edition. Has no chill whatsoever and will give anyone shit with the biggest grin on his face, which pisses other contestants off. He has the kind of attitude that doesn't make him outright annoying, so he unconsciously draws other people in and then does his favorite thing ever: enter the confessional and talk shit about other people. He does it very blatantly too. One second he's talking to someone, the next second that someone is telling him something he doesn't like or he's seeing something he doesn't like, and the following moment he's excusing himself and opening the red door. Producers love him. People love him. He doesn't have allies because he doesn't need those but he's lukewarm friends with Oikawa. They don't like each other but they respect each other.
How far does he get? The final. He's the public's sweetheart because you just can't hate him.
OIKAWA is the self-assured type that enters the house like he knows he already owns it, and he really does. He's the second of the Big Three. Everybody is really wary of him because unlike Atsumu, who seems really nice in a bro-like way, Oikawa doesn't fake a facade to appear appealing to others. He has the tendency to shift from group to group without lingering anywhere: he doesn't participate much in conversation and just listens intently to what everybody says, then reports it back to Iwaizumi, who just doesn't give a shit, and to Kuroo, who soaks it all up with delight. They're kind of a two-sided trio because Iwaizumi can't stand Kuroo: whether that's jealousy or not is up to interpretation...
How far does he get? The final but at that point he's tired and burnt-out and he doesn't have the same spark he used to have in the beginning.
TSUKISHIMA is the nonchalant guy who's made out to be intentionally funny with his dry humor, sarcastic remarks and perfect ragebaits but then he kind of loses his shit halfway through the competition. Wakes up one morning and just has enough of everybody's shit so his curated sassy humor turns into unrestrained rage. He goes from being the ragebaiter to being ragebaited, mostly by Kuroo.
How far does he get? The semifinal. Loses a televote against Atsumu.
YAMAGUCHI is Tsukishima's shadow, always backing up what he has to say and trying to force a duo on the very reluctant blond. He has his 15 minutes of fame when drama explodes between the two of them: a plane flies over the house with a sign that says tsukki<3guchi and Yamaguchi takes it as his clue to get all emotional and thank the public for their support (the public only cares about Tsukishima) but Tsukishima just doesn't care. Yamaguchi gets all offended and pouty and stomps away. Treats it like Tsukishima stabbed him in the back.
How far does he get? Mid-season maybe. He sucks his survival out of Tsukishima's name. I didn't even mean to be this mean to him but he gives me these vibes :(
IWAIZUMI hates drama but makes it really far into the competition because he doesn't shy away from conflict when it actually matters to him. He doesn't make up beef with other people just to get his screentime: if he's mad at someone, then that someone deserves it. Is overall the peacemaker of the house. He has subtle beef with Kuroo because he thinks the guy's subtle and calculating. He never does confessionals unless prompted by the producers but his first spontaneous one is about Kuroo and it's weeks before anybody realized Kuroo's true nature. When the clip is shown during the weekly episode, it upsets Oikawa because Iwaizumi didn't talk to him about it first. It's their first kind-of argument but it's very short-lived.
How far does he get? The semifinal. He loses a televote against Oikawa himself. Lets Oikawa ugly cry on his shoulder and thanks him for making his time in the house less bearable than he anticipated.
KAGEYAMA doesn't make it far because he doesn't understand the game and his social skills are down to zero, which makes him unable to gossip, to stand out and to start drama. Everybody knows it's only a matter of time until he gets eliminated, but he meets that doom even quicker than anticipated when Oikawa starts targeting him and drags him into a beef Kageyama didn't ask for.
How far does he get? Eliminated after two weeks. By the end of the edition everybody has forgotten about him.
HINATA is a representative of The Boys squad, a small group of guys united by the fact that they're there just for shits and giggles. He's in the house just to play volleyball in the courtyard, take advantage of the indoor gym and eat free food. Has a good relationship with everybody and everybody loves him, but he's so inactive on the drama side that the producers force him into a half-assed love story with another contestant who he isn't into. Considering that the other contestant plays into their role, he appears like a disinterested player.
How far does he get? Eliminated the week after Yamaguchi. He leaves a lukewarm impression because he didn't do much other than play sports and make friends, which is not the goal of the show.
KUROO is the third of the Big Three and leader of The Boys squad. He's really friendly with both Oikawa but the moment that Iwaizumi's opinion of him gets out he doesn't waste time to turn his back on Oikawa. Him and Atsumu are besties and a packaged deal. In the first half of his stay in the house he acts chill and laid-back, passing for the good guy who could never be a backstabber. From the episode of Iwaizumi's confessional onward, it's clear that he and Atsumu get along so well because they match each other's mean streak perfectly. They don't make a trio with Oikawa just because Oikawa isn't as strong as he pretends to be and he actually can't turn his back on good people, like Iwaizumi, while Atsumu and Kuroo have no morals whatsoever.
How far does he get? The semifinal. He's the shocking elimination that nobody was anticipating and it's even worse because he loses the televote for the final against Akaashi himself.
BOKUTO is the true representative of The Boys squad. Just like Hinata, he's just there to goof around and have fun. He manages to get far into the competition because he backs up everything Kuroo says, but he can't survive beef on his own. He just doesn't know how to be mean and doesn't know how to deal with others being mean to him and talking shit behind his back.
How far does he get? Eliminated the week before the semifinal. He even makes Kuroo shed a few tears.
You can't play with AKAASHI, not now nor ever. He's really quiet and tends to stick close to the background of every episode, but, after he bickers with Kuroo for something trivial and Kuroo deceives Bokuto into distancing himself from Akaashi in retaliation, he doesn't hesitate to expose Kuroo for his shitty behavior when Iwaizumi's clip goes public. He's ruthless with his words and cuts deep without having to raise his voice.
How far does he get? The final. His fanbase is just like him: quiet but ruthless. They don't play about him and the moment he went up against Kuroo they jumped on that save button like dogs on the bone.
OIKAWA just shuts down. Dead as hell on that towel. You can't do anything with this guy while you're at the beach. His usual cheery nature turns into an alien desire for sunbathing, which means that once he covers himself with an ungodly amount of sunscreen and that tanning oil from Dior , he stops existing. Sometimes he remembers that he's a human being, but it's only to turn over on the towel. He never even goes for a quick dip because it messes with his hair.
You don't stop being the center of IWAIZUMI's world at the beach. If anything, that importance only increases. Since you're both so busy all the time, he likes taking advantage of any minute that he can spend with you and the beach is the perfect place for him to enjoy your existence in his life. He loves doing all kinds of activities with you, but mostly seashell hunting: you strolling side by side on the shore, the water lapping at his bare ankles because he likes walking where the waves can kiss his feet, quiet and meaningful chatters being exchanged while you stop to lean down and brush your fingers over the sand, looking for colorful shells to bring home with you.
KAGEYAMA drags you with him on the rocks. He likes sitting there with you and just looking at the sea while you talk his ear off, which is usually his favorite way to pass the time. He's not one for words, but he loves your words and especially if they're paired with the calm air of the sea and the gentle sound of its waves lapping at the rocks. Big sea lover.
HINATA at the beach is your biggest nightmare. First of all, he won't accept any kind of sunscreen on his skin because he doesn't like the sticky feeling. If you force him to put it on anyway, he'll immediately take a dip to wash it off. Also can't sit still. The sight of the towel repulses him. He can and will drag you by the ankles if you sunbathe for too long because he requires your presence like an overeager Golden Retriever.
TSUKISHIMA likes the beach only in April-May, when it's pretty much empty, the sun isn't too harsh and the wind brings that taste of coolness that dims the heat in the air. He's not keen on taking swims and hates the feeling of swimsuits, so he just sits under the umbrella on his little folding chair and does his little crosswords, refusing to interact with other human beings. Days at the beach with him like this are very peaceful, but you like it best when he accepts to put his crosswords aside to go on a walk with you.
AKAASHI loves the beach because you both like reading with the soft sound of waves crashing on the shore in the background. Even though reading requires silence, there's never quite that lack of interaction between you two: since you have your own little book club and read pretty much the same books at the same time, you exchange small comments about what you're reading and sometimes go over a scene or a chapter together, with one of you reading aloud.
KUROO's main thing is being an asshole: he's all about dumping sea water on your head while you're sitting on the towel or splashing you in your eyes while taking a swim together. Very unpleasant. He's a menace, which in turn pisses you off and results in you two bickering like kids for the whole stay.
ATSUMU loves sand. You won't hear a word from him all morning because he's too busy digging holes and building sand castles. He really cares about them too: he'll give you shit for accidentally knocking over a wall and will glare at any kid that tries approaching him or his beloved constructions. He unironically walks on the beach with his toy bucket and spade which you bought for him at the seaside store.
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