✰aphrodisiacs aren't for roommates✰
art by ig @:~thatsallitchief
˙⋆✮ synopsis: your roommate ate some 'brownies' and is in need of some assistance…
˙⋆✮ cw: MDNI 18+, roommate!gojo x f!reader, cocky fboy gojo, modern au, substance use, con, more smut than plot, switch!gojo, he's FERALLL for u, receiving head, pussydrunk!gojo, edging, spanking, bulge, manhandling, pinv, he's BIG, #dreamscenario master.list
˙⋆✮ w/c: 3.0k
˙⋆✮ a/n: i was on some real freak shit w this one lmaoo
You hear the door slam open to your dorm, and you look at the time.
Your roommate was usually the type to show up late anyway, and you were up researching for your report once again, a stained coffee mug and laptop charging on your table as evidence.
“Hey Satoru! late as always huh?” Your eyes don’t leave the screen, typing away on a subtopic you’ve finally got the hang of. Adjusting the glasses on your face, you’re startled by a loud thud of your door opening.
Your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.
There he was, pale skin completely red and flushed, white wispy hair slightly stuck on his forehead from sweat, one arm on the doorframe and the other holding the door handle, his knuckles turning white. His signature white t-shirt on his perfectly carved muscles and washboard abs, and he’s looking at you with hooded eyelids and lips parted, trying to catch his breath.
But all of this was not what caught you off-guard.
What was pushing forward behind the fabric at the crotch of his black pants was what makes you audibly gasp, and a warm puddle form in your own shorts.
“Please”, he whines, and you look at his eyes; what used to be bright blue was now dark and full of something lustful. Unnaturally dark.
“Satoru, what the fuck happened to you?!” You turn your chair, standing up slowly and closing the laptop.
“Geto- gave me- ah- uh- brownie” he’s whimpering and making noises that you’ve never heard before, and it’s only making you feel a tinge in your shorts.
“How do weed brownies get you like this?”
Scanning him once again, you put two and two together. No way.
“Look at me” his eyes droop down to you, and his eyes are darting to places he knows he’s not supposed to look, and it’s taking everything in him to not moan at the literal sight of you - your pretty lacy pyjama set wasn’t helping either.
Painful throbbing and pulsing behind his pants are brushing against the fabric of his boxers, and he moves his hips just once in the air, but obviously it’s not doing anything.
“You couldn’t find any other girl to fuck, Satoru?” You bite back a laugh and cross your arms. Humiliation spreads on his cheeks and ears, a deep pink tainting all over his skin.
“No,” his jaw clenches “None like you”
Stepping forward, you teasingly hook a finger onto the waistband of his sweatpants, bringing him in just a little closer, and the action was enough almost to make him cum right there.
“W-what are you-” is all he can say when you brush your nose against his and put a hand over his warm face that was practically shivering, refusing to look at you, or he would lose his ever-loving mind.
“So what, you need some relief? Hm?” You drop your voice down to a tone that’s vibrating through his body straight to the aching, disobeying strain below him.
“Didn’t your parents ever teach you about aphrodisiacs?” You trail a hand down down down his chest, sending goosebumps on his skin, and he inhales through his teeth.
“Stop,” he softly says against your skin “I’m not myself, please, please help me, I- I can’t” he hasn’t moved since he walked in, hand about to break the doorknob, scared that if he does move, he might do something out of control - disappointed in his inability to handle himself.
“You’re all tha- that came to my head when I took this” Your eyes widened a little behind your glasses, stepping back just a bit, eyes obliviously darting to the clothed pulsing.
“I’m- I’m sorry, you’re so fucking p-perfect, you were all that played in my head”, he whimpers yet again “I tried, I tried so hard, so fucking hard to stop-, but it was just- just you- over and over and over and over again– so please, I’m begging you”
He drops down to his knees, a loud thud! following, his hands on the floor as well, his head dropped.
“Please have me, use me, anything you want, I’ll do anything, just please–” he looks up at you finally, glassy dark eyes and messy white hair covering some of his face.
“–please let me fuck you”
This whole sight of him was so so unbelievable. Your once cocky fuckboy roommate, whose confidence was actually a pain in the ass, was on his knees begging for you.
One hand on his cheek, rubbing a thumb on his skin to what you can only describe as soft as a petal.
He closes his eyes, wishing, begging and praying to any higher force that’ll hear him.
And all he feels is your soft lips kissing his as a response, your glasses lightly touching his face. You got on your knees too, nodding, and he shakily sighs at the vision of you. His whole body shudders.
And it’s like you’ve unlocked some type of animal in him.
He doesn’t even give you a second to re-think your decision when he takes you in for the most erratic kiss of your life.
His lips are tender, and oh so supple against yours, and so is his tongue. He’s not thinking straight; it’s not slow and definitely takes you a minute to match his tempo. You take off your glasses and throw them somewhere, hands entangling in the back of his hair, as he shamelessly moans out your name on your lips.
“I’ve thought about this– so many times–”
You can’t even take a moment to respond when he’s wrapping his large, bulky arms around you; he lifts himself so his tongue delves deeper into your lips.
One hand behind your neck and the other holding you still on your waist. Obscene sounds of his lips capturing yours, tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth, saliva dripping down the corner of your lips – a filthy makeout.
“I need you– god, you’re everything–,” he’s mumbling things, and you can’t even hear half of them.
A makeout with no sense, no rhythm, no thoughts. But god, it was driving both of you insane.
Body pressed up against his, your soft exhales and sighs on his lips anytime he left yours for a second, the way you dragged your fingertips down his chest. You fit right into his arms, and he was losing it.
Rolling your body just once, you feel the arousal in his pants, and the sheer size makes you gasp.
You don’t even notice how the kissing has led to you on the floor, your back making contact with the cold floor tiles, him on top of you. Sure, he wasn’t himself, but he made sure to handle you carefully.
He pulls back quickly, hovering over you, a bit of a worried expression on his face. You can’t help but think he looked so good from this angle.
Before you can try getting up, he lifts you so effortlessly and slams you onto the bed in one swift move.
He continues trailing kisses down your neck, whispering sweet little nothings with each quick peck down your body–
“So perfect– so pretty– so soft–”
“Toru, what are you sayi–”
And when his lips make contact with your lacy pyjama, he can’t help but frown. Tugging it upwards, you nod and raise your hands, and he takes it off.
“Oh my god” His mouth agape at your tits, he takes one into his mouth, sucking, biting and teasing your already hardened nipple.
You can almost hear grunting as he drags his tongue and lips down your entire body. Downnnn from your tits to your navel, a trail of saliva following it - never leaving your eyes. But before you can move your hips forward to his face, he stands up and takes his shirt off in another swift move.
Your roommate was usually the type to wear baggy T-shirts; you could tell he worked out and maintained his fitness, but you never thought he was this fit.
Perfect greek god muscles, glistening with sweat, the fast rise of his chest making his abs flex with every breath, along with a little white happy trail leading to…the insane bulge throbbing in his sweats.
“I know” You meet his hooded eyes once again “That’s right, eyes on me”
And he gets on his knees once again, spreading your legs with no mercy. No shame.
“I- I thought you just wanted to fuck–”
“Yeah, I do” He brings you closer with a grasp on your hips, enough to leave marks on your skin “But a little more fun never hurt anyone, right?”
Not even tugging at your clothes anymore, he simply drags your lacy shorts down, licking his lips at the slick in front of him. The gorgeous sight he has.
“Soooo wet for me, huh?” he smirks, his familiar cockyness back to haunt you once again “And I’m the one who had an aphrodisiac”
Before you can protest, he slurps you up just once, causing your clit to shiver from the roughness of his little taste buds dragging against your folds. The smell and taste of you is stripping away any sense of decency he has.
He looks at you just once, smirking.
A second for you to know what he’s got in store. A second for you to know the taste of you has got him absolutely dumbfounded.
And he starts ravishing you – tongues, teeth and all. Grabbing onto your thighs to keep them spread just for him, he smothers his whole face in your soaked pussy, ravaging and grunting and groaning against you. Saliva and slick making the most obscene sounds from below you.
He’s lapping his tongue in fast strokes, and you whine at how it’s oh sooooo long when he tongue fucks your hole. He’s moving his tongue and his whole face allllll across your wetness – nose and sharp features rubbing places and spots you didn’t even know about. Little hums and moans with each lap, sending vibrations up to your core, biting and nipping at your clit whenever your hips twitched.
Eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. Face shimmering with slick, eyes hazily looking up at you, drunk out of his mind.
“Toru, oh my god, riiiiight there please–”
“Only for you”, he slurs.
Any shame left in you is gone when you’re moaning out his name, and it’s only fueling him. He’s rocking his hips back and forth against the bed frame to try and relieve himself from the blissful sounds you're making that have him in a frenzy.
You entangle your finger in your hair again, and he lets out a satisfactory hum.
“Mmph- guide me where you want”
He’s kissing and making out with your pussy so good, your eyes are rolling back to the pace he’s at, a pace you can only describe as being starved. Completely lost in it, and you feel a familiar drop in your lower stomach, reaching and pulsing, your hips riding out in his face even more and more and more–
“I-I’m gonna–” But before you can fully get there, he leaves you. Cold and unfinished.
He takes off his sweatpants, and the once clothed cock you were thinking about was right in front of you.
Springing out of his pants, slapping against his abs, is his painfully hard dick leaking so much pre, it covered his whole length. His pink mushroom tip, plump and dripping thick pre, glistening from the dim light of the room. Taking his hand, he rubs through his length twice, coating every inch, every vein, throbbing and twitching under his touch.
“Keep those legs spread for me” Taking a condom from the pocket of his sweatpants from before, ripping off the packet with his teeth, quickly rolling it over his cock like the million times he’s done it before - wincing while he does from how already sensitive he was.
“Speechless?” You don’t even notice how you haven’t said a word, just gawking at what’s in front of you.
He leans over you, hovering his lips over yours, and then you feel it.
The tip of his cock at the entrance of your puffy folds. A light whimper leaves both your lips, and you reach down to rub your own clit, to feel his length just once, but you're stopped by a hand on your wrist. He shakes his head ‘no’.
You do as you're told, arching your back to him, still in disbelief that you’re completely nude in front of your roommate. Any thought of reason to not do this out the window in one swift motion.
That one swift motion being putting his thick cock deeeeep into your dripping folds. Squelching lewd sounds coming from behind you as he mutters curses under his breath.
“You- you- you feel soooooo good– holy fuck” Everything he’s saying is in unstable breaths, whimpers and indecent sounds from the back of his throat after each sentence.
One hand is steadily on your hips, the other caressing your ass, kneading it as he stretches your gummy walls further and further.
“Toru, fuck– I ca–can’t” You look back at him, and you’re met with the face of a man who’s completely lost in it. Lost in you. And he doesn’t seem like he wants to find himself.
“Yes, yes you can baby– you’re taking it so so soo well for me, see? u see this baby?– oh fuckkkk”
And right when his tip hits the spot that’s got his tongue numb, and your gummy walls flutter around his length so perfectly, moulding to him just so perfectly. His mind is thoughtless, pulse ringing in his ears, and the sounds of your pretty lips are making him twitch inside you.
“You’re so– ohhhh– yes, you’re so perfect, so pretty–” and with each sweet little thing he’s saying, he thrusts in you, sliding in and out in and out in a pace that seemed fathomable at first, but then became ruthless and reckless.
Sounds of your ass slapping against his pelvis, again and again, filling the room along with your cries of his name. Thrusts so hard against you, he’s trying to collide his hips with yours, hooking an arm under your hips to keep up his merciless rhythm and smack! On your ass that burns for just a second after he does, causing you to wince at the pain mixed with pleasure.
“Fuck fuck fuck, you’re sooo tight fuck- I need to–” before you can even hear what he says, dizzying pulse pounding in your head - he turns you back around to face him, your back banging into the soft mattress, and you’re met with an expression that’s unfamiliar to you.
A look of pure lust. But also pure admiration. Blue orbs observing every part of your face, every curve and crevice of your body, sighing from the fact that he gets the pleasure to see you like this. The pleasure to give you everything.
Your lips part, and he captures you in another messy, sloppy kiss, as he inserts himself back in, making you moan into his mouth. Before he can keep going, you feel him reaching out for another condom from the floor.
“Don’t you worry your pretty head” he says through gritted teeth as he rips it off impatiently.
Rolling it over his pulsing cock, still just as hard, he takes your legs and so easily puts them over his shoulders, somehow going in deeper, his wet balls slapping against your ass.
Your velvety walls are coating him so well while he continues the stupid pace he had before, the fact that he finished being completely irrelevant to him.
He’s pounding into you, again and again and again, kissing you and grunting with each thrust like some type of animalistic instinct had taken over him. And oh, it really had.
Gripping onto him, fluttering around him, it’s got him drooling down the side of his mouth, and licking it off your skin almost immediately, biting and nipping around the sensitive part of your neck.
Inching closer and closer to that once familiar feeling, he’s going crazy at the visible bulge in your stomach and presses it down with one hand. Both of you moan out at the same time,
“Oh fuck– Toru– It’s t-too much–” and it really was.
“Yeah? your pussy saying something else” another squelch “I think she wants more? what a greedy girl you are”
And I don’t think he’s talking to you specifically.
The sound of wettttness filled the room as he pressed down gently, making you arch your back into him and scratching down on his back so hard you thought he might bleed out. Heels of your feet hooked around his back, digging into his skin as you lift your hips higher and he loooooves it.
“Yes yes yes yes–“ over and over he’s repeating as each thrust is harder than the next. He loves how you’re leaving marks on him. He loves that you’re moaning out his name. He loves every bit of it.
“You-you better l-let me cum this time” you manage to whine, as your lower stomach drops and he keeps going at a pace that’s oh-so got you reaching your high. And so is he, again.
“Mm yes– c’mon baby you got it” with one more thrust and moan, you finally cum, a warm puddle dripping down your cunt, as he rests his forehead against yours. He lets out a long exhale, and his minty breath fills your nose, his cinnamon musk perfume lingering, along with the absolute filth below the two of you. After several breaths of exchange-
“Oh my god, Satoru” he meets your eyes “What the fuck was that?”
You take his face in your hands, his skin burning under your touch, sweat dripping down the ivory ends of his hair to your skin. His long white eyelashes bat as he looks at you, taking in all of your face. Something he always did.
“Not a very ‘roomie’ thing to do, huh?” he chuckles, and so do you, pushing him off and he falls to the mattress letting out a tired but happy sigh. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close and burying his head in your neck, inhaling you in.
“What kind of fucking brownie did he give you?”
“Hmm, why, you want one?”
“I’ll take that as a yes”
⋆✮ a/n: hiiiii my loves! I’m so sorry i went on such a long hiatus! Had to get a mf surgery and a whole lot of other shit pls bear w me! this mf doctor put me on the worst antibiotics it's litr taking the soul out of me yall. Is this what they call...the writer's curse....? but anyways, I hope u liked this one, i love you my sweet readers
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