annie, are you okay?
wherein the jjk men hear "i'm going to michael's" and immediately forget that michael's is, in fact, a craft store.
tw : jealousy, possessive behavior, relationship banter, mild threats played for comedy, pure fluff.
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♯ satoru can't believe that you've never squirted before! it's alright. he'll make you, even though you think you can't! twt link
satoru: u srsly never squirted before??? lol
you: shut up
you: i literally can't
satoru: wdym u can’t
satoru: can i try? plsplspls 😙
you: no tf yaga is gonna be on our asses
you: HEY??? WHAT R U DOING????
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the heavy oak doors of the council chamber had barely clicked shut behind you both before satoru had maneuvered you into a secluded alcove.
now, you were perched precariously on his lap, your skirt bunched up around your waist in a messy heap of fabric. your panties had been ruthlessly shoved to the side, leaving your cunt completely exposed to the cool air of the hallway, and to satoru’s long, dexterous fingers.
he was still wearing that damn blindfold, the black fabric stark against his pale skin, but you knew exactly what expression he was wearing beneath it. that arrogant little grin that told you he thought he was the center of the universe.
“i told you," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating hum that resonated through your chest. “you're just not used to someone who knows exactly what they're doing! you've been telling yourself you can't squirt because no one's ever pushed you far enough."
he curled his fingers upward, hooking them firmly against your sweet spot, holding the pressure there for a few seconds just to hear your breath hitch.
“satoru, seriously," you gasped, your fingers digging into the fabric of his arms. “we have to go back— mmh! yaga is going to wonder why we've been 'stepping out' for ten minutes!”
“mmh! let him wonder," satoru mocked, his tone dripping with a smug confidence.
he then slid his fingers out almost completely, leaving you feeling suddenly empty and cold, before plunging back in with a sudden, deep thrust that made your hips jerk upward. “the elders are probably just arguing about the same three things they've discussed for the last century. they don't need us. buuuut, i do need to prove a point."
he began to establish a rhythm, a slow, deliberate pumping motion that felt like he was trying to map out your entire anatomy. every time he hit that sweet spot, he lingered, grinding his knuckles against you, teasing the sensation until you were whimpering.
he was playing with you, treating your pleasure like a game he had already won.
“i can’t— i don't do that," you groaned, your head falling back against his shoulder. “it's not a thing for me! can you give up already— oh, shiiit—”
satoru let out a soft, condescending chuckle, his fingers picking up speed. the slow probes transitioned into demanding, rhythmic movements. he began to use three fingers now, stretching you open, filling you completely as he hammered away at your sensitive walls.
the sound of your wet cunt and the slapping from his palm gently bumping into your clit filled the quiet hallway, the squelching noise of your own lubrication echoing with every thrust.
“that's because you've never had me do it. you're talking to the strongest, remember?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “i’m going to make you soak my hand, sweets— just to see that look of defeat on your face when you realize i was right all along."
“god, you are so incredibly full of yourself," you pleaded, though you were subconsciously arching your back, pushing your pussy harder against his hand.
“what? you cryin’?”
“stop— satoru, stop, we really have to go back to the meeting," you tried to say, but it came out as a broken moan.
“since when did you like attending those meetings? c’mooon," he muttered, more to himself than you, that grin widening. he could feel you tightening around him, your internal muscles squeezing his fingers in desperate, involuntary pulses. “aww, look at you— fuck, you're practically begging me to keep going. your pretty pussy is waaay more honest than your mouth."
satoru shifted his angle, his thumb finding your clit and applying a steady, grinding pressure while his fingers worked inside you with increasing, frantic speed. he was no longer being patient. he was driving into you with a ruthless intensity and the pressure was building, a heavy, urgent sensation deep in your gut.
“i— i feel— hah! weird," you whimpered, your voice trembling, your entire body shaking under the onslaught of his touch. “satoru, something feels weird—“
“mhm, i know," he cooed, his voice thick with triumph. leaning in, he pressed a brief, tender kiss to your cheek, though his hand remained ruthless, driving into you one last time with a final, deep, and powerful thrust. “just let go. give it to me, okay?”
with a sharp, strangled cry, your body convulsed. a powerful surge of fluid erupted from you, drenching satoru’s hand and soaking through the fabric of his pants. you felt the hot release gush out of you in waves, your walls clamping down on his fingers in a violent, rhythmic grip.
“satoorruu!” god, he swore he almost nutted in his boxers at the sound of you whining out his name like that.
even as you peaked, satoru kept fingering you, driving his hand deeper into your soaking wet heat, ensuring every last drop was wrung out of you.
and as the intensity faded, you hurriedly tried to close your legs, your face flushed a deep crimson. “okay! okay! oh my god, satoru— the meeting! we actually have to go!"
he only let out a small, airy laugh, his fingers finally sliding out of you with a wet, squelching sound, looking utterly pleased with himself. “ehhh, we still have a bit of time.”
he glanced briefly at the clock on the wall, then looked back at you. with a smooth motion, he lifted you off his lap and set you on your feet. before you could even think about adjusting your skirt, satoru sank to his knees on the floor in front of you.
reaching up, he gripped the edge of his blindfold and slid it up onto his forehead. those piercing, crystalline six eyes locked onto your drenched entrance, shimmering with a mixture of arrogance and hunger.
“now," he purred, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned closer to your scent. “since i proved i was right.. i think i deserve a reward.”
came in my pants a lil writing this. he would be so good at dirty talk i just KNOW it. im writing more for this sexy man
⠀ ⠀⠀ — fem! reader x situationship! gojo , angst, suggestive content, cursing, gojo is toxic (boooo)
⟢ 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: i know im gonna make some people tingle with this cliff hanger but it adds drama if u get what i mean… universal experience to all us pretty girls and a RATTY TOXIC MAN. if u want a pt2 lmk to tag u in the comments :3
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
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