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so i watched everything everywhere all at once again yesterday and having seen the movie before made the line “you have unlimited potential because you’re so bad at everything,” which when I initially watched hit like a joke, wreck me. the idea that having hopes and dreams and hobbies that are half pursued isn’t wasted time rather proof that you yourself are limitless just. yeah. leave me be please.

Miguel probably laughs at you lowly while you’re crying on his cock, begging to come. Maybe he makes you sit on it, inch by inch because he’s so big that he can’t just push his way in, making you whimper when he hits your cervix while you drip all over his thighs.

Maybe he takes you from behind, and right after hearing you sniffle into the sheets where you were being pummelled into, he lifts you up by the nape of your neck. His sharp teeth bared at your skin as he asks you to tell him how it feels, his large hand pressing on the bulge where he can feel himself inside you.

Not touching you where you need him to, but resting his fingers there and waiting for you to respond to him when he asks, “feels good, yeah? Tell me, baby, need you to tell me. Then I’ll let you come, I promise,” and the pin prick feeling of his fangs starting to sink in has you coming undone anyway

Sweet Nothings [Santiago "Pope" Garcia]

Summary: It's never easy choosing between your feelings and your friendship. In other words, Santi has to decide if he wants the new guy in town to snatch you up or if a friendship will have to be ruined.

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x best friend!reader

Warnings: Angst, Best Friends to Lovers, Santi being an idiot, Benny being a little shit, touching, lots of yelling, Angst with a happy ending, mentions of Santi getting shot, one sided love not really

A/N: scraped endless drafts because I had to look at it from so many angles. 3rd Commission of the year thank you so so much🥳 so sorry it took me so long, had to deal with a lot of bullshit at school and the depression it brought me. I really do appreciate the support you guys bring❤️✨ this one is for Alex (please link your username because 1am here am I'm sleepy as fuck to try and find it at the moment)

He’s an idiot.

He wants a taste.

You’re murmuring a quick answer to Frankie’s question with your mouth full of a blueberry cupcake. Then you take a sip of some beverage Benny ordered. You hardly pay attention to whatever Ben and Frankie are bickering about, eyes too drawn to your book.

But Santi’s paying attention. To your mouth. To your lips. And he wants a taste. He’s an idiot who wants a taste.

“Santi, hermano, come on. Help me out here.” Frankie groans, exasperated while Benny’s mischievous grin flashes brightly.

“Hmm?” Santiago hates having to take his eyes off you. His thigh brushes yours under the table. It maddens the flutter of his heart. The only indication that you took notice was the brief glance in his direction and a tiny smile before your gaze returns to the words on your page.

No doubt whatever the little shit said only said it to grate in Frankie’s last nerve and it is working. And by extension, it’s getting on Santi’s last nerve because he hates it when Frankie starts complaining.

Before he even has the chance to tell them both to be quiet and eat their pancakes (mostly because he hadn’t been listening to a word they said), you chime in, without even looking up from your book, “He wants you to tell Ben that he’s an idiot for thinking that mint chocolate-flavoured stuff are better than caramel-flavoured stuff.”

Santiago raises an eyebrow. “Wait, you’ve been listening this whole time?”

He doesn’t understand how you can be drifting between two worlds. The real life and your book. Usually, you prefer the latter, especially when you’re out in public. Too often, he becomes jealous of the characters in your books. You pay far more attention to them than you do to him.

“It’s hard not to.” you mutter, taking another bite of your cupcake. “Not with that mind-numbing chatter.”

It’s hard not to laugh at your sardonic quip. He revels in these little moments. The tidbits of chaos in your eyes that spark from time to time. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means Benjamin has the inability to shut the hell up and enjoy a good meal on a quiet morning.” You put down your book with the most disgusted look on your face. “Also, mint chocolate? Really, Ben? I bet you like the taste of toothpaste in your coffee as well.”

“Oh, fuck off!” There was a chorus of laughter that sparked Ben’s scowl. “Leave my coffee out of this. It has nothing to do with anything.”

“Your coffee has everything to do with this.” you shoot back, nose wrinkling as you smile.

Frankie’s laughing harder with each second at the exchange. Benny crossed his arms, shrinking in his chair. “God, she sounds exactly like the jackass sitting next to her.”

Your gaze shifts to him, smiling. That knowing look as you let him in on your thoughts. He returns it with a grin.

He’s a moron.

I know, right?

The little moment that you both share as you peer into each other’s minds is one of many that will be cherished. Santiago shook his head, chuckling as he watched you roll your eyes and return to your book. To your own little world. You lean back on your chair, smiling.

There was nothing Santi loved more than watching you be at peace in your own little world. Hardly anything draws you out for too long. Not even him, but he doesn’t mind. As long as you’re happy there because this world doesn’t give much to live for, to dream for.

But you?

You’ve always given him something to dream about. 

“Hermano.” Frankie nudges (kicks) him under the table and Santi has half a mind to wring his neck from where he’s sitting. 

He’s got that shit-eating grin from where he sits, along with Ben. Will doesn’t smirk but simply gives him that look. Like he knows exactly what those two are thinking and he wholeheartedly agrees.

It’s not the first time they caught him staring. It certainly won’t be the last. Nor will it be the last time they’re going to give him shit once you’re out of the vicinity. Frankie gives him the hardest time because he has pried the most information out of him.

Pendejo–

“I said–” Will starts, and it takes a second for Santiago to realize that it was him who spoke. “Are you coming to the game tonight or are you preoccupied? Again?”

Preoccupied is code for ‘trying and failing to ask you out’. Emphasis on failing. Dismally, in fact. He’s blown them off so many times to spend nights at your place, just trying to get the words out.

But all that happens is that his hands start sweating while his heart rattles violently in its cage and he stares at the back of your head while you’re preparing the popcorn in the kitchen. Or he stares at you when you’re watching a movie. Or when you’ve fallen asleep on top of him. No words come out.

He can’t tell you. He just can’t. Because what if you say no? What if he loses you–

God, he doesn’t even want to fathom the thought. But he’s going to keep trying anyway. He doesn’t know how many nights he’s going to spend at your house just trying to ask or tell you how he feels

Before he can answer, someone calls your name.

Then your eyes glance up and–

Oh.

Oh, how they light up. And oh, how his stomach drops because who has the power to yank your head out of that book with such ease?

“Oh, hey, Jax.” You grin sweetly at the man who dared to walk over to the table, to all five of you.

Santiago has seen him before. He’s new in town. Moved a couple of months ago and he’s steadily been making himself acquainted with the locals.

The man is tall. Blond hair in a half bun, baby blues to match, and a jaw that could cut diamonds. He’s tall, built in all the ways that make the women giggle and whisper. He’s got a friendly face and attitude and it doesn’t help that he’s so… nice.

It doesn’t help that his attention seems to be focused on you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Jax smiles before his eyes glance at Will, then Ben and Frankie. Then finally, they meet Santiago’s. The man gives a genuine nod, acknowledging all four of them. “Hello.”

And just like that, the boys are tense. On a razer’s edge and he seems to clock in on that. Good. Santiago wants him to know that he’s not welcome around here– around you. Frank and Will nod back, trying to be friendly, trying not to make a scene. But Santi stays as he is. Stiff as a board. Silent as a stone.

“Hey, man.” Ben plasters a bright smile, but it feels more like he’s baring his teeth. “How are you doin?”

But –heavens forbid– you’ve put the book down.

Santiago stares at it, failing to mask his shock for a brief moment before he masks it when you stand up. You introduce him to the boys. Pleasantries are exchanged but Santiago doesn’t say a word. He leans back on his chair, eyeing this man, Jax.

Those baby blues falter when they find the heat in the eyes of Santiago “Pope” Garcia. And he takes much pride in how he takes a step back, more out of self-preservation. He realizes that he’s looking at four hungry wolves, rather than men.

Only, you follow and go to stand farther away than all four of them would like. You and Jax talk like you’re old friends– buddies. Santi’s fist threatens to break the mug at how you touch this guy’s shoulder and offer a nod and he smiles right back, touching your elbow. Both of you just touching and something aches and burns and threatens to claw its way out of Santi’s chest to tear this man to pieces if he keeps doing that.

When the conversation looks like it’s coming to an end, Santi is jolted in his seat when Jax leans to kiss your cheek and you do the same, waving him goodbye with his two friends, who have their beverages in hand.

Santiago doesn’t want to plan yet another murder. 

But it is damn tempting.

“Want me to make pasta?”

He hums absentmindedly, drumming his fingers on his thigh. Eyes glare out the window as he waits for the traffic to move. It’s slow. Agonizing to be trapped in the car with you.

He still thinks back to the man at the cafe. Jax.

He hates how you were around that guy. He doesn’t think he’s seen you like that with him or anyone else. You don’t let them touch you like that. You don’t let guys kiss your cheek like that.

Santiago has had to bear watching you with previous boyfriends and even a fiance one time and it was one of the most agonising things he has ever gone through. During those days, when you were with someone, he always opted to go back to Columbia so he doesn’t have to be near you. Some days, he wished he would catch a bullet in his head there because it would hurt less.

You say something. He doesn’t hear. But he can’t seem to bring himself to ask you to repeat yourself. Instead, he gives a curt– “Yep.”

“Santi.” The cut of your voice makes him flinch and his gaze flicks to you. Your eyes are narrowed. Makes his hackles rise. “You just agreed to let me put olives in the salad.” 

He hates olives.

His expression twists in disgust. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.” you counter.

“No, I didn’t.” He’s pretty sure he didn’t.

“No, but you should’ve been paying more attention to me.” You face forward on your seat, crossing your arms and slink one knee over another.

Your dress rides up a little, revealing more of your thigh and Santi thinks his blood might boil more because of that than the fact that you’re poking at him. He grits his teeth, facing forward too. His hands clasp the steering wheel tightly.

“What? You mean like how you pay attention to your new friend?”

He didn’t mean to let the words out. But he can’t stand the silence. Can’t stand to let you win this round. He feels a storm brewing and it is going to chew him up and spit him out if he’s not careful.

The lack of your response makes him realize he made a dumb move. He reveals his entire hand. Fucking idiot–

“So that’s what this is about?”

His mouth seals shut. Eyes fixed forward in a scowl that might burn a path through the cars in front so his can move. His teeth might shatter if he doesn’t loosen his jaw but he could care less. It would be easier to deal with than having to explain himself.

He doesn’t say anything. Neither do you. Not when the car moves. Not until he reaches your place and gets out of the car. It’s a torturous stalemate for now, but you hold the upper hand and you don’t realize yet.

You follow, slamming the door. “Santi, we were just talking. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“C’mon, we both know what he was doing.” He’s in your house, beelining for the kitchen to open a cupboard. A bottle of tequila awaits him. He pours himself a cup.

You’re silent as he throws his head back, downing the shot. “Okay, what’s your problem?”

His nose flares, eyes shifting to meet yours. “My problem?”

“Yes, your problem.” you counter sharply, pointing a finger in his face. “You do this every time you see me talking to Jax–”

“No, I don’t!” 

“Yes, you do.”

He hates how your voice remains level while his reaches new heights. He does not understand how you remain calm when he feels like he’s boiling over. You’ve always been so annoyingly exceptional at pushing his buttons to the point where he almost can’t decide between two urges; to yell at you or kiss you.

He wants to choose the latter. Every time. And every time he has to choose the former.

Santiago wants to hurl the bottle of alcohol against the wall. But all he does is run a hand through his curls, letting out a frustrated groan. “God, you’re so blind sometimes! Not every guy who walks up to you has good intentions!”

“So?” you counter. “Why do you insist on acting like this?”

He rounds the counter, eager to get away from this fuming mess before it implodes on his face. But you’re just as eager to follow. 

“Like what?!” 

“Like you’re jealous, Santi!” you snap, finally raising your voice to match his. “You shut down every time you see me with a guy. And what’s worse is that you take off and head back to war because you can’t stand to see me happy!”

And something cracks within him as soon as that happens. He stops in his tracks immediately.

You don’t think for a second that he would whirl on you in a split second. But he does and the silent violent rage that comes with his close proximity frightens you. Even if the urge to kiss you threatens to burn him alive.

“Do you want to know what a jealous boyfriend looks like?” He takes a step towards you, and another. You don’t resign to his simmering rage, your expression remaining impassive, even as he backs you into the kitchen counter.

He wants to show you what a jealous boyfriend looks like. He wants to show you how much he hates not having your attention on him at all times.

There is nothing that can make him understand how or why he’s so drawn to you. He’s known Frankie longer than you. Benny and Will nearly just as long. They get on his nerves nonstop, but never to this extent.

Never to the point where he wanted to tear himself from the inside out at the thought of telling you how much he yearns to put his lips against yours, yet the mere thought of you turning away from him the minute he says it instantly seals his mouth shut.

He remains at that crossroads. He wonders if you’re there with him, trying to decide which path to take. Do you know that this time– this time he’s wading into dangerous territory? Do you know that he hopes it’ll lead him to you?

“You don’t see it, do you?” You don’t say anything. He chuckles dryly. “You don’t see how much it hurts when you’re with someone else–”

“How do you think I feel when the guys talk about your informants?” you harshly interject, eyes burning like dark flames. “You don’t think it hurts when they joke about how pretty they all are?”

Those fuckers. Why the fuck would they tell you that?

His shoulders draw in, ears burning with shame, even though he knows he’s done nothing wrong. He’s never slept with any of his informants. Yes, there is a pattern. His informants are women. Beautiful women. But he doesn’t sleep with them.

Not when he’s constantly thinking of you. This last job, getting rid of Lorea, all he could think about is getting that money so he can make a better man of himself. For you. All for you. That’s why he was so determined, so driven. Not by greed, as everyone thinks. But by love.

He did it because he loves you and he would do it all again if it meant it would give him the slightest chance.

He feels himself careening towards the point of no return. He takes a steady breath, eyes fluttering shut. “Do you know how much I wanted–”

But it’s like no matter how much he tries to choose his words carefully, they all lead him back to the definitive truth. The one truth he’s always tried to keep under heaps of soil, in the deepest grave he could dig.

It is unearthing and unbinding itself from every restraint, every chain and rope. Finding its way to you.

You wait for him to keep going. Only to be met with silence and it does not sit well with you.

He feels your hand graze his chin. The soft caress sends him spiralling further and further away from his sanity. “Wanted what?”

How many times has he let you touch him like this –like you weren’t his best friend? Too often, that line is blurred and the singular question of “what are we?” hangs in the balance. Taunting him every time his knee brushes yours under a table. Haunting him with your scent when you stand too close.

When his eyes flutter open, he falls right into the deep end. Whatever restraint he’s been clinging to all this time, it snaps as easily as a twig.

He inches forward, pushing against you, pushing past that line, pressing his lips against yours.

His hands grasp your arms, pulling you closer. He couldn’t bear it if you decide to draw away when he’s just getting the taste of you for the first time, and maybe the last. But you don’t. You don’t move away, you don’t push him away.

He takes another kiss. Then another. He can’t get enough. Years of orbiting around you and he realizes how starved he is after only having you in small doses. Each kiss feels like an overdose. It feels like it will kill him, but he doesn’t care. He wants more.

“You.” he rasps sharply against your mouth. “Wanted you.” You don’t stop his hands from cupping the back of your neck, angling your head as he quickly amends, “Want you.”

A weak moan escapes you as he touches you, a sound that melts right through his ache. He brings you closer, letting you sigh into his mouth, your hands slipping through the curls of his hair, wondering how he could’ve gone without this for years.

“Oh, Santi…” you peck his lips as he does to yours, nudging your nose against his. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

But you’re giggling. You’re laughing and it makes him weak at the knees and when you draw him close, closer until your lips meet his again–

It’s like he’s learned a new meaning to breathing again.

He starts to laugh a little too, at the ridiculousness of it all. The record number of years he has gone without telling you how he felt seemed silly now. He was worried over nothing.

“For the record…” you murmur into his mouth, grinning. “Jax is gay.”

Jax.

Tall blond, baby blue-eyed, who’s got the women giggling and whispering Jax.

Santiago is momentarily stunned by the revelation. It doesn’t correlate. He thought that… No, because Jax was all over you. Constantly talking to you every chance he got. Touching your shoulders, your arms. Smiling sweetly as he speaks. Kissing your cheek to say goodbye. It never occurred to him that Jax might just be friendly. That he might not be attracted to you.

He groans, frustrated more at himself than anything. “Oh, for fuck’s sake–”

You’re laughing when you kiss him once more, wrapping your arms around his neck while he’s muttering curses in his native tongue. Yet he smiles as he walks forward. His mouth slinks against yours while you walk back against his steps until your knees hit the couch and you both fall back.

You’re still laughing, half moaning as he draws the zipper of your hoodie open to plant kisses along your neck, your shoulders as he mutters “tu puta madre– idiota–”

You’re still laughing because you’re overjoyed. Filled with such warmth because finally–

“Pendejo–” he’s still murmuring curses into your mouth, though they’re more directed to himself for being plain stupid.

Finally, he has you in his arms the way he wants. Finally, the boys are really going to dig into him for saying something.

“No way he’s gay.” he whines, pulling his head back to look at you with a stern expression. “Did he tell you that?”

“He’s been checking you and Frankie out since he got here.” you explain, smiling and shaking your head. “Wanted to know if either one of you is available.”

Santiago clicks his tongue, cheeks heating heavily as he shakes his head. “Get outta here.”

He feels stupid. Blinded by jealousy. Throwing tantrums like a petulant child over nothing. He should’ve come clean a long time ago. 

When his mouth meets yours, he comes to one final conclusion.

He really is an idiot.

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Between Your Thighs

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Miguel loves you with his entire heart and you love taking care of Miguel.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Inspired by “505” by Arctic Monkeys. Can’t stop, won’t stop writing for Miguel, I just can’t. REQUESTS ARE FINALLY OPEN!!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 890

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, mentions/description of intercourse, sexual content, receiving (male), pet names (Mi amor), swearing, dacryphilia, deep throating…

If there was one thing about Miguel that everyone knew, it would be that he was never vulnerable around anyone. Especially to those who he just met, but there was something off with you. Your kind nature towards him made him want to tear his walls down almost immediately. Even if it was going to end up as a single night, nothing more.

But he loved the way your hands trailed down his chest, the way your nails dug into his back, the way you gave every ounce of your love towards him, to a man you barely knew. It wasn’t until he popped the question while in bed that he knew he chose the right one.

And when Miguel isn’t working all day and night, he’s the embodiment of a house husband. He knows how difficult he is at times and he’s happy that you’re so patient.

He especially loves those nights where you let him relax under your touch.

Miguel’s back hit the bed, his head hitting the soft material. His lower half of his body hangs off the edge of the bed.

You watch him carefully, your hand wraps around his hard length, applying pressure from the base to his tip where your thumb pressed against lightly. Teasing and massaging his tip.

Before you could take him into your mouth, you hear him let out a groan, and his hands immediately dig into the bed sheets.

Few pumps with your hand and he moans louder when he feels your warm mouth. You bob your head slowly, swirling your tongue around his length. There were even times where you pulled away to place kisses on his thighs.

You pay attention to Miguel’s moans, hollowing your cheeks which makes him thrusts his hips.

“Amor!” Miguel hisses.

You look up to find his head thrown back, his breathing ragged and quick, you could guess that his eyes are squeezed shut.

Suddenly, you felt a hand come and grasp the back on your head, forcing you to take him deeper. He seems to forget the fact of his claws, how careful he was whenever the two of you did something like this.

But you always reassured him that you placed your trust in him.

“Please!” He begged, lifting his head and his eyes meeting yours, “Please.” He repeated, eyes watering.

The sight of him made you smile around his length. You closed your eyes, letting him control your movements and allow him to fuck your face.

Miguel lets out heavy moans as he thrusts his hips faster. You didn’t know when he sat up and both hands were holding your head.

But you enjoyed the sight of his eyes squinting, his face flushed a bright red, and he looked so beautiful in the moment that you forgot that you were gagging around his cock.

But your eyes began to water as well. As much as you tried to control it, you couldn’t stop it from falling.

Luckily he didn’t catch on or else he’d stop.

He continued until he came into your mouth. He pushed you down all the way to his base.

As you swallowed, you rose to your feet and watched Miguel catch his breath.

“Are you alright?” You ask.

His head hands low, “I should be asking you the same question.” He pants, looking up and I see his watery eyes, “I’m so-”

“I’m alright, Miguel. You didn’t hurt me.”

Then it hits him, “I could’ve-”

“But you didn’t. That proves how much control you have over them.”

Miguel lays back, “…That was amazing though.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He opens his arms and you lay in them, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Placing a kiss on his forehead, falling asleep in his arms.

Your eyes flutter open, the smell of coffee hitting your nose immediately. And at the foot of the bed, Miguel is hunched over.

“Morning.”

He smiles, leaning over to hand you a mug, “Morning.”

“You’re up early.”

“Yeah, I’ve suddenly got another project. Which means-”

“Another all-nighter.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shake your head as you sip your coffee, “It’s not your fault.”

Miguel comes over to you, hugging you tightly, “I’ll make it up to you.”

You smile, “You don’t gotta, being with you is enough for me.”

You watch him get up from the bed and leave the bedroom. It wasn’t like he was leaving for work, he preferred to work at home so he had his own office. So, it was easier to check up on him.

Once you finished your coffee, you got ready for the day, showered, dressed in comfortable clothes and started fixing the bed first. Next came laundry, and the housework.

Hours later, you knocked on the door to his office, “Miguel, I brought you your food.” You heard him hum loudly, letting you enter his office.

With a plate in hand, you set it next to his hand, “Thank you, mi amor.”

“How’s the project going on so far?”

“Going great, might be done in a couple of hours.” He hums as he feels your fingers run through his hair, “Come m’ere.”

You set yourself on his lap, both of your hands in his hair, “May I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” He mumbles, relaxing into your touch.

“How long have you been hard?”

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i wanted to write something nasty but it ended up being quite sweet, don't blame me i just need love

⠀ૈ☆ ex-husband nanami x fem!reader

𓏲 ࣪₊♡ tw: [n]sfw, breeding kink, jealousy, possessiveness, fluffy ending

it only took one look, just one look across the room full of guests to reignite something that had never really been extinguished.

nanami's grip around his glass of wine got a little tighter, his eyes flashing at you and his heart starting to beat fast.

he became more muscular since your divorce, his shoulders looked stronger, carrying him with much more confidence and charisma than before.

maybe he finally quit his shitty job, you thought to yourself, trying to act cool as you saw him coming closer...

yeah he definitely quit his job, you think to yourself again, laying on your back while his cock is splitting you open.

"I missed you so much my love..."

familiar goosebumps hit your skin and his hands slide along the curves of your waist, the tip of his cock pushing against your cervix.

all you can do is take it, unfocused eyes watching your ex-husband thrusting inside your dripping pussy. nanami grunts, his body pressed against your own, his breath fanning over your neck, and you can't help but moan his name and wrap your legs around his hips, trying to meet his thrusts.

"'missed you too kento..." you try to speak, your hands reaching out to hold his face.

you missed everything about him, the warmth of his skin, his cologne scent, how messy his blond hair gets when you run your hands through it, and the way he knows every single one of your weak spots.

he never fucked you this hard in the past, of course he was rough sometimes, but you can tell something has changed, snapped.

not that you're complaining about it.

your back arches off the bed, making his pelvic bone touch your spasming clit.

"this time I'm not letting you go angel..."

his eyes get darker, thinking about the potential men and women who had you since your divorce, it makes him fuck you harder, deeper.

"mine..." he whispers, more to himself than for you to hear.

he takes your hands to pin them above your head and smiles when he hears you whine.

"you're gonna cum angel?" he asks, not slowing down his thrusts.

he knows you by heart, and he smiles when you nod, his mouth starting to suck on the soft skin of your neck, marking you.

"that's okay, I'm gonna cum too..." he says, and you can feel his hot breath hitting your skin.

he keeps rubbing your sweet spot, completely lost in the feeling. god he missed that feeling, you're the only one who can make him lose his mind like that, he can't believe he let you go when you're this perfect.

"you're still not on birth control?"

and he smiles again when he sees you shake your head. so perfect.

"gonna put a baby in you yeah? gonna make you a mom... will you let me angel?"

you mindlessly nod your head, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, your whole body is trembling and you feel his cock twitches inside of you.

"please... breed me..." you sweetly asks, and he can't deny you.

your vision gets blurry, your eyes roll back and you violently cum around his cock as he does the same in you, still thrusting to push his cum deeper. you both stays silent for a few seconds, nanami's head buried in your neck, inhaling your familiar scent, closing his eyes of content when he feels your hands rubbing his back.

"I love you, I've never stopped loving you, even after six years..." he whispers, his voice sounding almost vulnerable as he kisses your shoulder.

you ruffle his hair, and you whine a little as you can feel his cock still pushing against your cervix.

"I'm here now, I won't leave."

he hums, his arms wrapping around your waist and you can feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.

this time you both won't let go of each other.

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SUMMARY: you wanted to surprise your roommate on his birthday but end up getting surprised yourself and find out he’s a popular camboy streamer.

CONTENT: f! reader, camboy!gojo, modern!au, overstim, cùnnilingùs, degradation, dumbification, praising, humor, switch gojo, puthy drunk gojo, edging, spanking, fìngerìng, crèampies, tummy bulge, he’s a brat, breath play, size kink, walked in on (pet names: angel, baby, pretty girl) — wk: 5k

MOD: my entry for @fuwushiguro‘s cybersex collab !! alsoooo this is a lil spin off of toji’s ver lmao >.^ enjoy the stream ! ;)

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“Huh? Why do you guys keep asking about my roommate,” Gojo furrows his eyebrows, before shaking his head with a faint giggle. He sat in his shared flat — spindling in his chair a bit that matched his icy blue set up, his cerulean eyes scanning through the tremendous amounts of love and awful thirsty comments he’d gotten. Gojo tilts his head with a sly shrug. “Nah, she’s not here. I think she went to go run some errands. Something like that,” and then he pauses, reading particular comments the many women asked and it made him laugh cheekily. “Yeah…. she’s pretty,” and then he pauses again — glancing down at the bright blue screen and his face burns up while his facial expressions cutely contorts. “Okay, now you guys are just saying some real horny shit. All I said was that she’s pretty!”

sukunascumrag: you were just getting off while thinking about her earlier—

dolly_lolly15: Lol no one cares twerk for us

tojisyummyexpiredpubes: Omg Gojo Y/N collab when??? You’d make bank

Gojo playfully rolls his eyes at the provocative lewd comments but couldn’t help but start to fantasize about you — the both of you were close friends, maybe there’d be some moments here and there but he didn’t really think of it much until now. And as he’s pondering deep in thought, blocking his chat and everything out— he doesn’t even realize that he’s stroking his already sensitive flaccid length.

“F-Fuck,” he sibilates, leaning back against his chair for his audience to get a view. Gojo‘s face was a deep flustered state once the image of you pops in his head, and a little whine slips out, wishing you were here — replacing his hand with maybe your hand… or your mouth. “Heh.. maybe you guys were right… Y/N‘s so…” and he pauses, letting off another shaky moan from his strokes before he freezes once he hears a familiar voice.

“Sorry I’m late, Satoru. Literally every store ran out of those little gummies you like and—” and you paused, taking the sight of Gojo in a slutty silk robe that complimented his bright eyes, hearing the occurring ding sound of the donations he got. You stood at the doorway, your mouth nearly agape slightly before you let off a conflicted giggle. “Were you just… I- you’re a camboy?” and then you furrow your eyebrows. “Is that….. my robe?”

Gojo blinks rapidly a few times before he covers himself — clearing his throat while looking up at you. “What- of course not, we just happen to own the same one!” and then his eyes briefly darts towards his viewers who are practically begging to see you as he mutters a quiet, “Guys not now!”

“Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously before strolling over towards him. Getting up directly behind Gojo, you lean forward while staring at the screen of the blue light that reflected against your face as you were almost in awe at how many people were watching your roommate’s stream. 12k? Beginning to think of the lewd things he probably did while you weren’t here started to make you feel hot a little. “Hi guys.” You smiled, slinging your arms over Gojo and your head‘s pressed against his while you skim through the comments.

sukunascumrag: I think I just came from hearing her voice

[MOD] getōsmonkeybusiness: ^ same

**yeagershairycoochie donated 153 hearts to the stream!**

definitelynottojifushiguro: How’d I even get here I was just looking up how to avoid paying child support wtf

Gojo looks up at you with widened eyes once you stare down at him sitting in his chair — and your eyes trail down his body. “So you’re really a camboy?” and your tone is genuinely curious, planting your hands onto the desk while staring at him, and oh Gojo‘s blushing so hard. He’s trying to play it off but he’s so embarrassed that you caught him. He was so distracted thinking about you that he totally forgot you were coming back.

“Yeah…” is all he says, and you catch him openly gawking at your body — you were dressed down minimally, but all you wore was a slight oversized uni hoodie with short jet black biker shorts underneath that practically looked like you wore nothing underneath. Gojo‘s blue eyes roamed everywhere, before he met yours again, speaking in a playfully nervous tone, “I- uh was gonna tell you! I just forgot we had plans for my birthday and uh.. I was having a subathon and—”

“Just say you wanna fuck me, Satoru.” You cut him off with a sweet giggle and he watches you plop down on your lap. Gojo‘s eyes immediately widens — feeling you straddle him, and he nearly lets off a grunt from feeling you shift a bit while feeling the little cameltoe between your legs graze against his excited hard cock that hid beneath his- well your robe.

Gojo stares at you with a timid dumbfounded look before he intakes a sharp breath, snaking his fingers near your waist. “I …wanna fuck you,” and you watch him stare at you with a glint of lust in his eyes, and let off a cute surprised gasp once you feel his slender fingers trail up your thigh and he gently pulls you into a deep and steamy kiss. He sort of expected you to pull away but you didn’t. Gojo grips onto your hips as you gently cup a hand near his right flustered cheek, feeling his tongue softly part between his pink lips and he lets off a little moan once he feel you deepen this kiss further — and he could taste the sweet saccharine filled lip gloss that coated your lips, it was sweet like enchanted honey.

After a while, the both of you pull back to recollect each others breaths — glistening faint trails of spit departing before Gojo suddenly lifts you up — placing you gently on the bed, frosty messy strands all in his face and there‘s such lust filled in his dilated pupils once he pulls you towards the edge of the bed. You sit up, watching him peel off your shorts with his teeth while staring forward at the chat — letting off a little teasing giggle. “You.. do know what you’re doing, right?”

“I know how to eat pussy!” Gojo retorts, and he his eyebrows contort as well — he genuinely sounded offended.

You stare up at him with a cheeky sly grin, unaware how much you were about to eat your own words from teasing him. Gojo makes sure his thousands of viewers can see his every move, sprawling your legs out a bit before he pulls you up just a bit before he makes one long stripe on the little pretty padded part your panties, intentionally staring up at you with low lidded eyes, and he could already taste how sweet and soaked you were.

“F-Fuck,” you sharply gasped — and you felt Gojo lean towards your thighs to coat the fat of your shaky legs with kisses and nip marks of his pearly whites but you yank his hair gently with a little moan leaving your mouth. “Don’t tease me, Satoru. Thought you were gonna eat m-me out.”

Gojo lets off a little giggle, starting to peel down your panties before he drags a pale thumb down your needy swollen cunt and stares up at you. “Heh. I‘m going to. Keep teasing me and I won‘t,” and your body shudders — feeling Gojo start to dig in, and you didn’t expect him to be sloppy because the first thing he does is gather a sheeny wad of spit — coating it on your pussy before starting to eat you out. One rough hand grips into your right thigh as you start to moan, already failing to keep your legs steady so he has to help pry them open with his face dug in between your legs. “Mmph— wanted to taste this sweet— pussy for s’long,” he‘d moan between each devouring suckle, and your chest starts to heave from his tongue that’s wandering all sorts of places of your cunt.

“Sat—oru,” you’d whimper, letting off a shaky breath from feeling his tongue slowly lick up and down between your puffy folds, making his tongue lay flat a bit so he can play with your clit more, until he starts to suck and suck as if he was some sort of ancient vampire— your pussy was appetizing to him, he couldn’t get enough. You wouldn’t be surprised if Gojo was already pussy drunk. “Oh my g—god your tongue,” you sobbed out, and it’s not long before your eyes reach towards the depths of your skull — combing your slender fingers through his white messy strands.

He’s so filthy, eating you out in such a salacious manner, one hand gripping onto your thigh as his head moved just a bit. Gojo‘s eating your pussy out like a starved man — you were feeding him so good, it’s safe to say he was addicted to your sweet cunt now.

You let off a trembling candied whine, gripping onto his hair as if it was velcro — your eyes darting towards the chat, the constant sounds of the donation notification continuously dinging, and you noticed since you showed up his viewer count doubled within minutes. The lights flashed within each of the messages flooding and you read some of them with dilated half-lidded eyes.

throatgoatbaby_17: why can’t i be y/n she’s so lucky :((((

definitelynottojifushiguro: Lol I can eat pussy better than that. Y/n hmu

itachiscumbucket: Bro was waitin his whole life to eat Y/N out-

“S’good,” Gojo moans, lolling out his tongue just a bit — and his frosty lashes were nearly closed, and he was definitely drunk between your folds. Your mouth opens up just a tad bit once you feel him easily insert a finger inside and you’re rested back against the fluffy cushioned box spring. He‘s real slow and gentle — completely opposite of his tongue before he slides another digit inside and you’re producing the most sweetened melodic moans imaginable, you were like this now from his fingers, you could only think of what his cock would feel like. Just imagining it was enough to make your mouth salivate and water. “Mh—fuck,” he‘d mumble — and his two fingers slowly piston in and out, pushing you closer and closer near the edge, the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt squelching from the immense stimulations ring in his red tipped ears before he looks up at you with a sly grin, a little giggle leaving his throat. “Don’t be shy, pull on my hair a little angel.”

You hated how smug he was — even being propped between yours legs, so kinky. But you tug on his hair, grabbing a fistful of his white silky locks. Gojo lets off a giggle before a little slutty moan came directly afterward. But that‘s when you let off a loud shrilling whimper — feeling Gojo‘s slightly frigid tongue slurps your cunt clean but you also felt his two slender fingers curl in a lewd way, shimmying its way upwards until it tapped against your g-spot. “S—Satoruuu, right there please please… gonna cum— f-fuckkk..”

Gojo looks up at you with a cheeky grin — your slick well running down his chin before a little pout tweaks on his pink lips. “Cum…? Aw, but I‘m not done eating! Can’t you be a good girl and wait a little lo—”

“F-Fuck you Satoru please I can’t,” you merely sobbed, eyes rolling back from his tongue. The pool of heat that resided in your tummy continued to make an appearance and your ears started to ring. “Let me cum p—please,” and you feel him laugh against your clit — his tongue slowly dragging up and down, left and right while occasionally nibbling against your little throbbing nub as well as making plenty of love towards your clitoral hood with his mouth.

“Heh, go ahead.. I guess,” and his tone‘s still playful — finding it cute how you could barely hold onto his hair for leverage, hearing your little sweet breaths quicken and the back of your head plops against the bed, you let out the most sweetened orgasm. It sounds like a harmony, a lewd harmony at that, but it gets Gojo so hard knowing he made you sound like that. All from his tongue. “Mph—good girl.” he says between slurps and suckles, cleaning you real good with his tongue, making sure to not miss a single taste.

Once he breaks away from your mouth, Gojo pulls you in for a warm chaste kiss — and he moans in your mouth while you can immediately taste yourself on his tongue. You taste sweet, and he gets on top of you, one hand gently caressing the middle part of your throat before breaking away once he lies you back, panting a bit with a flustered face.

Gojo opens his— your robe, and he’s ripped, completely lanky and chiseled, and your eyes immediately went towards his hard cock that presented itself to you and his audience on his cam show as well. Gojo‘s dick was pink and pretty, adequately well trimmed, a little droplets of excited pre-cum leaking from the sides and he had a little curve, and he had extreme girth. It was safe to say Gojo was big. “Ooh. Like what you see?” He giggled cheekily once he caught you staring, and he gave himself a few pumps — you rolled your eyes, turning away and he hums before crawling closer towards you. “Mmm. Be a good girl and spread your pretty legs, angel.”

You do, sprawled on the bed a bit while Gojo holds his length with one hand — another laid flat on your tummy, and he lets off a soft moan as he swiped the tip of his swollen eagerly pink tip against your folds, and he felt you already pulsating and throbbing. “S-Satoru,” you whined, feeling the arch in your back starting to commence. “Don‘t tease me.”

“Okay fineeee,” he playfully pouts — darting towards his screen, and he smiles, taking a few seconds to read off a list of top donators, thanking them for their tips and contributions before he turns to you, and he lets off a little shaky breath. “S’just— your pussy’s so pretty.” And then he starts to sink in and oh the way your jaw slowly starts to drop, that feeds his ego so good as he’s watching your little cunt try to take him fully — and he’s so big, stretching your pussy out like an elastic band.

“F-Fuckkk,” you quietly sibilated, nearly choking on your words as his girth introduced itself to your clit. Gojo‘s hand still laid on your tummy, and he trails it low to where the bulge started to form with a little smug grin — a thumb gently grazing against your sopping cunt. “S’big.. ‘toru you’re not gonna f—fit.”

Gojo tilts his head — white strands of hair nearly in his face and occluding his vision before he hums. “Awww, baby don‘t say that. I’ll make it fit just for you, don‘t worry!” and you glance up at him with dilated pupils, little hearts starting to form in them while you watch Gojo teasingly lift up your right leg and leans in close to you. “Didn’t know my roommate had s-such a tight cute pussy,” he huffs out — and he kisses your ankle before sinking in further and further until he’s at the hilt. “Ah, shit…. you feel so warm inside Y/N,” and you shudder once he gives you one thrusts that makes you let off a cute whimper — watching your entire body jolt from the impact. “H-happy birthday to me. This is the best present ever,” and he’s starting to roll his hips against you, a grip on your hip before nearly gnawing on his lip with a flustered face. “My roommie’s pussy— s’good.”

You let off a quavery honeyed whine as he’s buried deep inside you now — pulling on your hips and his face is burning up, a faint splash of red embedded on his cheeks as he can’t keep his eyes off you. Gojo‘s chat was going completely ballistic, the majority of his demographic of mostly women flooding the comments with the most filthiest things imaginable. Some were so incredibly jealous of you — their favorite pretty camboy‘s fucking you and not them, and for some reason it brings a little smile to your face.

“O—oh my goddd… ‘toru,” you gasped and you felt like you were gonna break, snap, and tear all at once. He was so ridiculously big — the hefty base of his cock repeatedly slapped against you, scratching such a good itch in your brain you almost lose your train of thought for a second. If you knew your stupid hot roommate could make you feel this good, you’d let him fuck you a long time ago. “Keep— fucking me like this and I’m gonna c-cum too quick.”

“Hmm. Then I’ll have to slow down, huh?” He teases, leaning up close to you with a smug grin, bringing a little peck on your chin. And you’re babbling — ferociously shaking your head and Gojo wriggles his eyebrows playfully. “No—? But you’re gonna cum too fast,” and he teasingly pouts, balls deep and his thrusts makes you nearly choke on nothing — feeling him hum softly, bright cerulean eyes studying your cute twitchy expressions. “Awww, I made it fit for you so you’re just gonna have to,” and he pauses to let off a shaky moan, one hand holding onto your thigh. “—be a pretty girl and wait just a little. Can you do that for me?”

You give Gojo a cute glare before letting out another sweet whine and he smiles, shifting his eyes towards the chat — tilting his head again with a few beads of sweat staring to race down his eyebrow. “Hmmmm, help me out guys. Should I let Y/N cum early?”

[MOD] getōsmonkeybuisness: you’re so gonna get banned again satoru

dolly_lolly: ya

touyadisintegrateddick275: yes :)

erenshotstepmom: Yes

definitelynottojifushuro: No.

Gojo rolls his eyes playfully at the thousands of viewers commenting, a majority of ‘yes’ while he’s still stuffed deep inside of you — fucking you insanely stupid before a teasing pout curls on his pink lips. “Pft. You guys are no fun,” and he fixated his focus back towards you with a sly smile. “Squeezing down on me s-s’much angel,” he pants, his hips mercilessly pivoting against your slick heat in an almost circular rotation. Gojo stares down at you — thin frosty eyebrows kneading together. “Go ahead. Cum all on me, pretty girl.”

Your entire body spasms as your head goes back just a bit — a wave of shock and goosebumps rippling out of you, and you came hard to where the noises you made are so high and stupid along with a quiet sudden ring filling your ears. “F-Fuck.” you sobbed, one of your legs wrapping around Gojo’s waist. He keeps his eyes on you once he slows down just a bit, leaning in to sneak a soft steamy kiss near your mouth. You still moaned, kissing back before sitting up and lightly shoving him back against the fat cushioned pillows.

“Hm…?” Gojo stares at you, an eyebrow slightly furrowed and he looks so smug, the pretty pink tip of his cock swollen and throbbing just a bit, veins showing an appearance near it while you made your way towards him — still shaking from your last orgasm. “Ooh. You gonna ride me? Think you can handle that?”

“Shut up,” you retorted, and he laughs while he lets you align yourself on his cock again. You just wanted to wipe that little condescending smirk on his face. Gojo leans back — some white strands of messy hair making its way to cover his brows. He lets out a little low grunt, feeling you plop down on his shaft, chiseled chest heaving just a bit and he still had your robe on. After this, Gojo would probably keep it, maybe hang it up on his side of the room. “S—Shit, stretching me s’much, ‘toru.”

“Gooood,” he sings, and he watches you start to rollick your hips against him, and it feels so good because your cunt‘s still sensitive but you just can’t stop bouncing on Gojo. He’s trying to keep up a tough facade but in reality he was about to cum his brains out — and every so often the tips of his ears get hot and a little flush of red prints on his face. “F-Fuckkk, you really know how to move your hips, pretty girl. Clamping on me so good—shit.”

You felt your face get hot from his words, and Gojo‘s starting to lose composure a little from the way your cunt‘s sloppily thrashing back against him. You‘re having a chase with your own erratic breathing and the crown head of his cock‘s reaching way deep past your g-spot and even your a-spot as well, sending your entire lower half into mere convulsions that you start to whine while one hand plants on his warm pale chest.

“You‘re.. gonna make me cum,” he gasps quickly, blue eyes nearly rolling back once you feel Gojo shortly afterward put a hand to grip onto your hip only to smack your ass. “Oh my g—godddd, you fucking whore. Riding me so good that I‘m g-gonna—” and he pauses to let off a long strained moan while he’s laid back, your pussy‘s making him so drunk and under the influence from the grip it has against him. Gojo then looks at you with a flustered face, eyes half lidded. “Y/N… you’re gonna make me cum in your,” and he lets off another breathy moan. “tight—pussy, fuck…”

“Cum inside me then,” you whined with a little pout squeezing on your spit-glossed lips. Gojo stares at you dumbfounded as if his eyes said ‘really?’ and you eagerly nodded — wanting more than anything to be filled, just envisioning your camboy roommates cum filling you to the brim nearly has you salivating again just from the raunchy carnal thought. “C‘mon, Satoru. Cum in me so I can s-show your viewers how good you stuffed me full, ‘toru.”

Gojo lets off a little whine before giving your ass a spank. “You’re… so filthy Y/N— thinking with your pussy instead of your brain, dumb girl. But.. but fine,” he groans, clinging onto your hips before he‘s about to spill a thick load inside. Gojo‘s moans are so slutty, and you whine yourself while occasionally glancing at the chat and see how they’re praising you and trolling Gojo, saying how they can‘t tell the difference of who‘s the girl, since his moans are so bratty and melodically high. “Take it then— f-fuck.”

The soft cushioned bed‘s making a mere mixtape of its own from the constant creaking, and Gojo moans — shoving you into his chest before he’s cumming, shooting ropes and ropes of his velvety cum inside of you, going into a complete frenzy. His hips shutter just a bit once he lies flat back against the pillow — a hand nearly covering his eyes as you sit on his lap, staring down at the mess he made inside you. You then crawled towards his cam set up, the chat being bombarded with messages and donations and you let off a soft whine, scanning some of the comments — Gojo in the background of the screen through your peripherals as if he was about to pass out. He was dramatic, still moaning with his face all red.

yeagershairycoochie: Y/n can u ride me like that pls-

c0wg1rlhater15: guys i think she broke gojo with her pussy

** karmasuxx and 1859 new viewers joined and subscribed to GOJODADDYXX’s stream! come say hi! **

nanamisfatballsack: Aww look at Satoru, he’s so cute :P

You then let off a gasp, feeling Gojo snatch you by your waist as you were reading the comments and you giggled, feeling him press a hand onto your hip. “I- I thought you were done, Satoru.”

“Of course I‘m not done!” He furrows his eyebrows, and he gently shoved you face down on the bed. You stared at his bright screen reflecting on your face with a smile — seeing Gojo‘s physique behind you, still with the bedazzled robe on before you feel him rub a thumb down your clit that was oozing with his cum and you let off a tiny frail whine, leaning down on your arms. “Could never be done with this pretty pussy,” and he‘s pouting a bit, before you feel him start to align himself again, inserting his fat dick inside you again and you let off a little moan, staring right at the dozens of comments that rolled through. “Fuck, still s-sensitive but can‘t help it,” he hissed with a little whimper, preparing to fuck you doggy, and Gojo starts to hit your sweet spots at a relentless pace with his hips.

“S—Satoru, fuckkk,” you‘d whine, and it was as if his stamina was completely replenished out of nowhere. Gojo leaned up close to you, bringing a hand to gently wrap around your neck like a necklace, caressing your passageway of your throat with his thumb and the noises you made were so lewd, eyes rolling and crossing because of the rough hits he made against your ass with his hips. Within a few moments, your tongue started to nearly loll out — and his tip is just profusely pounding in your cunt, clamping and squeezing down with your gummy needy walls. “Fuck.. me harder S-Satoru… right there please.”

Gojo grunts, bringing a spank to your ass and you giggle a little before moaning again. “F-Fine, but shut up and take it then,” he pants — and your face is practically being shoved into his computer screen — the bright flashing lights of his screen colliding with your vision, tip of your chin smashing against the keyboard and spewing out all sorts of keys and letters and nonsense. And now the chat‘s trolling you. Gojo‘s nostrils flare up a bit— his hips stuttering once again and you can barely keep up with the pace as your mouth opens up just a little, letting off the most long drawn out moan of his name. “Mhm,” he‘d faintly whine before you feel him pick your head up from behind — leaning in close so the both of you were shown on the screen, head‘s touching each other. “Look how dumb my roomie looks, guys,” and he giggles — holding your head towards the screen and your eyes nearly roll back. “You‘re such a nasty girl. Drooling all on my fucking keyboard.”

You whine from how good he‘s hitting you from behind — stirring up your insides with the ridges of his dick, and it‘s got you pulsating repeatedly from between your legs. The sticky mess that‘s running down your thighs is utterly sloppy and it only makes you throb and throb more. “S-Satoru,” you’d gasp cutely, reaching down to feel yourself. Your noises were so shaky because of hips pounding into you mercilessly— making your mind completely blank and go so stupid. “M’gonna cum again— gonna c-cum… Satoru.”

“Again—?” He purrs, and his voice is smooth a silly, a hint of smug against it once he’s near your face — letting off slutty moans against your ear, and the head of his dick continues to smack and thwack against your g-spot, sending your entire body into a frenzy. Gojo brings a hand up to your mouth, smearing the drool near your mouth and covers your mouth while staring at his screen, muffling your incoherent babbles. “Heh. Ladies, be nice! She‘s still my roommate, bet you guys wish you were Y/N huh?” and he pauses for a bit, bringing a small peck to your cheek while he’s still snapping his hips against you — watching your eyes repeatedly roll with your shaky arms propped up against his desk. “Wish this was you being pounded on my desk, hm? Y/N’s such a lucky girl. Think she might be my biggest fan after all.”

“S—Satoruuuu, please—” you‘d whine once he slips his hand from covering your mouth. He hums against your ear, and your voice is all pathetic and shaky. He‘s shoved and buried deep past your folds, it’s got you so feral and hungry for more as your right leg starts to bounce.

“Oh right,” he mumbles, sneaking a few kisses near your neck, and he‘s grinding his hips against you — and Gojo can‘t help but smack your ass a few times to hear you hit those high notes for him. He loves the recoil of it, it gets him harder and harder each sloppy moment and second that he‘s buried deep inside your cunt to the hilt. “But I dunno,” and he holds your head up again, giving his bright screen a little pout — eyes scampering down at the loads of thirst comments being presented to him along with the loud shrilling ding ding noise he kept getting, and he reaches for his mouse while still fucking you. His snowy colored eyebrows furrow once his stream starts to buffer. “Wha- Hold on, angel hehe. I‘m fucking lagging?! Damn I hate this wifi.”

Your eyes widened, nearly about to orgasm and here Gojo was worrying about his shitty internet connection. “S—Satoru,” you‘d sobbed, and he‘s shoving you against the desk, multi tasking at that as he’s got a hand grazed on your hips while another clung on his mouse. You smell his rich scent of cologne smash against your face, and it made you dizzy within each hit he made towards you that all the words you kept mumbling was his name — barely able to keep yourself up on the desk. “Satoruuuu— Satoru— gonna cum..”

“Wait wait,” he coos to your ear, and it‘s playful and low, making you cunt twitch before moments later his stream‘s back on and he lets off a little sigh of relief. “Finally! Hey guys, sorry about that,” and you‘re already cumming hard on Gojo‘s cock before you realize it — a spring of coil continuing to trough and snap, a shattering feeling that makes you nearly weak in the knees. Gojo stares at you and lets out a cheerful laugh. “Good girl,” and then he turns towards his screen, making you nod your head. “So good for Satoru.”

And then that‘s when the door opens out of nowhere.

“Gojo. I don‘t get why you wanted those unhealthy sugar coated things when Y/N‘s—”

You and Gojo both stare at Nanami and the room‘s all silent — well, not really since Gojo‘s still fucking you deep. Nanami stares at the door with his eyes squinting as if he’s questioning what he‘s seeing.

“Nanami!” Gojo grins cheekily, making you turn your head towards the screen — seeing the chat comments fill up with question marks, thirsting over Nanami now. “Hey man! Wanna join? My dick‘s getting pretty sleepy, heh.”

“………………..…”