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kodraken · 3 years

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roommates.

pairing ✮ satoru gojo x fem!reader

synopsis ✮ your boyfriend doesn’t trust your roommate, gojo satoru, and for a good reason at that

wc ✮ 2.1k

warnings ✮ modern au, cheating, jealousy, unnamed boyfriend, slight vouyerism, praise, squirting, slight breeding kink, gojo gets off at the sight of reader dressed like a housewife, choking.

note ✮ this was written on a whim and barely edited.

Your boyfriend knows to be wary of Satoru Gojo.

After all, how can a pair of roommates be so close? No matter where you are, Satoru’s name always seems to come up – if he doesn’t make an appearance himself, that is. Of course you’re always so swift to deny his innuendos with a soft ‘Satoru’s just a friend. Roommates should be close baby’, and after meticulously analyzing your words, what else can your boyfriend do but listen? He trusts you with his life – but Satoru? Not a chance in hell.

He often comes over to visit with the underlying intention to monitor the white haired man, sternly watching him from the corners of his eyes whenever he tiredly shuffles out of his bedroom. You’re always so oblivious, asking Satoru if he wants to join in and watch the movie instead of asking him to leave for the night so that you could have the apartment to yourself. It’s suspicious really, how you pout at your beloved boyfriend whenever the topic of moving in together comes to the table; albeit it’s only natural to be fearful of such an important commitment, but it’s been a year – you should’ve been aching to move in with him.

Yet you aren’t.

It’s safe to say that your boyfriend is a fool, ignorantly sitting in your living room with a laughable smile on his face as he comes to the conclusion that Satoru isn’t around — finally. He’s been biding his time, patiently waiting to have you to himself, and you don’t miss the smile on his face when you ask him to stay put while you make the two of you his favourite meal for dinner. He wants to believe that you’re trying for him, smiling to yourself as you trott over to the kitchen before closing the door connecting the space to the living room shut; you are the perfect endearing girlfriend after all.

You’re slicing through the various assortment of vegetables when you hear his voice call out from behind you, and it only takes one breath for his signature cologne to drift into your head and cloud your mind, making him appear more enticing than usual. It’s difficult to stifle your gentle giggle with your boyfriend right outside, but nevertheless, you nibble on your lip and remain silent as he watches you with crossed arms.

“What are you making?” Satoru quips playfully, leaving his post from the corner of the kitchen to your backside, reaching past your hands to swipe a carrot slice from the nicked cutting board. “I assume that it’s something for my stalker sitting on our couch?” His voice remains calm but it doesn’t take an expert to notice the spite laced in his tone when he talks about your boyfriend.

You reach behind you to playfully hit his torso, paying no mind to his dangerously close proximity. “He’s not a stalker, Satoru! And lower your voice…” It’s a mumble that falls from your plump lips this time around, and he takes note of your hesitance with a sinister smile.

“Oh, he doesn’t know that I’m here, does he?” He chuckles quietly while whispering into the crook of your neck; Satoru can’t deny that his day has just gotten a hundred times better. He knows his answer when you don’t respond to his question, deciding to continue cooking instead. “He must be relieved,” He continues, trapping your body against the edge of the polished countertop as he presses himself up against you. “Thinks I’m a desperate homewrecker that wants to fuck you. That right?” It’s hard to think when his deft fingers casually make their way up your chest and knead your tits, but you know that Satoru’s right; your boyfriend doesn’t trust him, and he has every right not to.

But what’s so hilarious is that you’re here with this said ‘homewrecker’, steadily grinding your hips back to meet the cock strained against his sweatpants. It’s so wrong, begging for your roommate while your boyfriend awaits his promised dinner, but all of your accumulated greed for him manages to unfurl whatever rational thoughts are still swimming in your head. Satoru, however, can’t help but grow worked up at the sight of you with such a domestic presence, cheerfully humming as you prance around the kitchen in those unbearably skimpy shorts that dig into the fat of your ass and your low cut top hidden by the frilly apron you wore to avoid getting messy – he’s unashamed to admit how much it makes his cock swell.

“Mm– he’s right outside Satoru, we’re gonna get caught.” You whimper, letting your mind wander off to multiple different scenarios of you boyfriend finding you two here; yet they all have you pressing your thighs together in some form of excitement.

“Maybe then– I can fuck you whenever I want.” His tone remains nonchalant. Satoru truly couldn’t care less, already shoving his hand down your pants and rubbing small circles onto your sensitive clit. You can’t help but bend towards him as he explores your warm pussy with his fingers, spreading your wetness along your folds. It's impossible to miss the whimper that falls from your mouth as you lean back into him. “So fucking wet already…never get this wet for him do you?”

Before you know it, you’re frantically shaking your head no and letting it roll back against his chest, meeting his dark gaze through fluttered lashes and a slightly parted mouth. Your lewd face is already ingrained at the side of his brain; he’d rather die than forget it.

His finger teasingly prods at your fluttering hole and slips past, dragging it across your velvet walls and hitting spots that have you tilting forward onto the edge of the counter. It isn’t long before he adds yet another one of his thick fingers, scissoring in and out of your stretched cunt.

In a frenzied attempt to keep your bubbling moans at bay, you slap your hand to your mouth, clumsily knocking a utensil into the steel sink with a high pitched clunk that happens to alert your previously forgotten boyfriend. “Are you okay in there, love?” He asks over the show playing on the television.

You stumble slightly as you yell back at him. “M-mhm! Just stay put!”

His pace doesn’t let up as he leans over your bent body to whisper in your ear. “You should be more quiet, love.” It’s clear that Satoru’s amused – not even paranoid in the slightest. But what else is expected of your adventurous roommate anyways?

“‘Toru, please…” You manage to say through a strained moan.

His attention is already on you, caressing your turned face as he peers down at you. “What do you want, baby?” He coos gingerly while relishing in the way your walls clamp down on his fingers.

“W-wanna be split open by your cock Satoru!” You whine, pathetically gripping at the tabletop.

It’s difficult for you to mask your excitement when his hands slip out of your hole and tug at the thin fabric of your shorts. He doesn’t stop there, mouthing off in your ear about how perfect you are and how undeserving your boyfriend really is; Satoru is nothing shy of flattering, pressing a soft kiss to your temple all while tugging at his sweatpants to release his pulsating length with beads of white threatening to roll down and spill onto the marble floors.

Even amongst all of the lecherous teasing and lingering touches, Satoru knows that he’s pressed for time. So he doesn’t wait, meeting no resistance as he slides into you with one thrust that leaves you quietly gasping for air. You’re sure that you must look so filthy right now with your pants pooled around one of your ankles and your tongue protruding out of your mouth – but you just can’t control it. Satoru felt different in comparison to your partner, always chasing after a risk with no regard for the repercussions.

How can he worry about them when your cunt looks so divine, swallowing him with every snap of his hips against your ass?

“Always so fucking tight– gonna make me cum before we get to the fun part.” He groans, feeling your gummy walls eagerly twitch against the veins of his cock. His tempo gradually picks up and begins ramming into you, the sounds of heavy balls slapping against your soft pussy filling the room. It’s a miracle that the door hasn't already been yanked open; but it’s the last thought on your mind right now – you’re too preoccupied with rutting yourself back to meet Satoru’s cock.

“F-feels good Satoru! S’ big!” You manage to babble despite your head clouding up from the feeling of his tip repeatedly kissing your cervix.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He gapes as you moan weakly. His contented eyes are trained on the space where your bodies meet, a translucent ring of arousal forming at the base of his coated dick; you don’t dare look at the floor beneath you. “My cunt is taking me so well, creamin’ all over me.”

You really do belong to Satoru; he’s made sure to mould your pussy to fit him and him alone – to the point where all that you can think about when you lay under your boyfriend is Satoru pounding into you as he normally does.

Satoru fucks into you without any regard for decency, swiftly holding one of your legs in his large hand and placing it on top of the counter, giving him a deeper angle to hammer your wrecked cunt. You swear that you can feel your heart palpitating in your ears as you feverishly clench around him. You try to steady yourself by clawing at everything in your line of sight, legs already going numb with the position he put you in. His heated touch contrasts the cold surface that your cheeks rests upon; his fingers eagerly dip into the flesh of your body, holding you still while he fucks you like his very own prized fleshlight.

“You drive me fucking insane when you wear that stupid little apron like a fucking housewife.” He spits out, gritting his teeth as he takes the flimsy material of the overall in his fingers. Despite the words being so filthy and condescending, it only makes you tighten around him and milk his cock. “Makes me wanna breed you so bad– deserve you more than him.” Your poorly contained sobs manage to soften his voice as he whispers to you. Without warning he slides his hand from the curve of your hips up to wrap around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his carnal gaze. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

You’re a sight to see; tears pricking the sides of your fucked out doe eyes and drool seeping from the parted corners of your swollen lips. He almost swears that he could cum at the sight alone.

“S-satoru, ‘m gunna cum.” You wail, clawing at the hand resting on your neck as you feel your high build up. Your words don’t stop him as he continues to pound into your poor cunt, praising you for how good you feel wrapped around him. He doesn’t cease looking into your eyes, getting off on the tears rolling down your face as you convulse and gush around him with a final push.

“Want me to breed you baby? Send you back into the living room stuffed full of my cum?” He asks in your ear.

“Yes please!” Your eager nods spur him on, fucking into you until the your noises drown out the loud volume of the television outside.

Satoru steadily grips your waist as his hips begin to falter, leaving you to heave in compensation for your lack of air and slump over the counter. “Fuck! Fucking take it, just like that– shit.” With a hollow groan, he buries himself deep into your messy hole and paints your walls white with his thick load. Satoru lets you catch your breath before pulling out; he can’t say that he doesn’t feel his heart swell at the sight of his seed slowly seeping out of your cunt – but before he can comment, you’re already pulling yourself together.

The timer of your oven pulls you out of your short lived haze. “Would you like some? There might be leftovers when we’re done…” You ask innocently with the tray flat in your palms as if there isn’t cum threatening to trickle down your shaky legs.

His thumb haphazardly drags over your lips, briefly slipping into your warm mouth as he nurses an avid smile on his face, “Maybe next time.”

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kodraken · 3 years

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dark necessities.

pairing ✮ eren jaeger x fem!reader

synopsis ✮ you're too good for his liking, so eren shows you a thing or two about being bad

wc ✮ 2.5k

warnings ✮ nsfw, modern!au, dubcon, marijuana use, manipulation, reader is a smart little lamb and eren hates it, shotgunning, corruption kink, degredation, praise, daddy kink, dry humping, fingering, overstim, squirting, cream pie, dumbification.

Eren Jaeger had never seen you like this.

Knee deep in the billowing haze of smoke emitting from the worn down joint resting comfortably between his fingers, you compliantly straddled his lap with a dazed simper on your face. No matter how hard you tried to mask it, the unpleasant fumes pricked your skin, causing the slightest tremble in your mouth and an uncomfortable feeling of tears welling up in your dilated eyes. But Eren was a natural, watching amusedly as you choked on your upcoming cough.

How did you even end up here?

You should’ve known not to agree to Eren’s proposal to work at his apartment instead of the library; but you didn’t. You wouldn’t. You obviously preferred to please people, and Eren happened to take notice of that the second he saw you squirm uncomfortably in your seat when your professor mentioned your unlikely partnership with him. Instead of asking to switch or maybe even work alone like the smart girl he assumed you were, you froze like a deer in the headlights and followed along.

Halfway through your work session, Eren pulled out a corroded lighter, lining it up with the small joint that sat slack in between his teeth. You didn’t say anything, opting to fold your hands in your lap and ignore what you just saw.

“You don’t smoke?” He rose a brow at your sheepish mannerisms. Just when he thought you couldn’t act any more innocent, you never failed to surprise him; this was just the cherry on top of the cake. He shrugged nonchalantly before igniting the stuffed tip with a hint of feigned disappointment in his voice. “Probably couldn’t stand it anyways.”

Poor you was so eager to please that you were unaware of the fact that you’d fallen right where he wanted you.

A tiny giggle escapes from your lips as you feel Eren’s smoke fan your face, the mixture of mint and seared weed making your nose scrunch up cutely. The same large frame glasses that made your doe eyes appear ten times bigger seemed to slide down your heat flushed face with every passing minute before finally stopping at the tip of your nose bridge. He takes the initiative to carefully pull them from your face and set them down nearby before placing his free hand on the curve of your waist.

“Gimme my glasses ‘ren…” You slur out, dragging your hips against the crease of his crotch with hopes that he’d fix them back on your face himself.

“You don’t need them.”

“Really?” You look up at him through your fluttering lashes, trusting every word that comes out of his mouth. At this point, it’s as clear as day to him that you currently don’t have a proper thought running through your head – too immersed in the new feeling of being high to care much about anything. He hums in response to your question, securing his unyielding grip on your waist and steadily grinding you onto his hardened crotch.

“Can I take another hit?” You breathe out.

A sigh doesn’t fail to escape from Eren’s lips as he gives you a worried look, running a calloused hand through his hair. “You want another one? I’m not sure you can handle that.” In reality, he’d pay to see the priceless expression on your face when you inhale too much and sputter out air – but he keeps that to himself.

“I can!”

Eren concludes that it wouldn’t hurt to indulge you. He takes a drag of the nearly lifeless joint, accentuating it with a dramatic heave and holds your face in between his ring clad fingers before smashing his lips against yours, letting the haze drift into your mouth. He feels a sense of pride watching you capture the smoke and leisurely exhale it back in his direction with a playful giggle. He can’t help but think you look prettiest like this, slumped against his torso with blown pupils and a slightly ajar mouth, babbling incoherent nonsenses that would normally never leave those pretty lips of yours. Truthfully, he likes you stupid, pure and white hearted — leaving him with the perfect chance to corrupt and turn you into a cock hungry whore.

“How about that baby?” He coos, brushing the stray strands of baby hair out of your face. By now, the skirt you’re wearing is bunched up at your hips, putting your white panties right on display for his prying eyes. He hungrily palms at the fat of your ass, dragging you across his lap like a ragdoll.

“Don’t– don’t call me baby....’m not your baby Eren.” You shake your head while bringing your hands to his naked torso in an attempt to steady yourself. A loud whimper falls from your mouth as you instinctively jerk against his body; you were growing more sensitive by the second, hyper aware of the defined bulge straining against his pants.

“You don’t like that?” He quips teasingly. You can barely even process when he pulls you off of him and turns you around. The force is enough to put you on all fours, propping your lower half up for him to see the damped spot resting in the middle of your crotch. You swallow thickly, feeling his fingers dig back into your ass. Eren is unpredictable, and you learn this the hard way when his index finger innocuously dips beneath your panties and teases your puffy cunt. He groans as he drags your slick along your folds. “Do you prefer this instead? Yeah? Fuuuck, look how wet you are for me.”

“Feels good Eren…”

“Well would you look at that?” His voice is heavy with lust as gently tugs your panties to the side and watches his two fingers scissor your hole. “Getting off on my fingers like a fucking slut. I knew that little innocent shit you had going on was an act.”

“S-shut up! You’re so mean… hah–!” You can barely even come up with a sensible retort–his fingers feel like a foreign intrusion. You’d gotten yourself off before but his fingers were so much bigger than yours, dragging against your gummy walls and hitting usually unreachable places with each thrust. It’d be a lie to say that you weren’t enjoying this as much as the next person, mewling and whining for as much as you could possibly take, much to his pleasure.

“Mean? Oh you haven’t seen mean.”

Eren watches your face through a nearby mirror, basking in your dazed out expression and heavy lidded eyes. He knows that you need him by the way that you rut yourself back in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself; but you’ll never be satisfied with just that, so he takes it upon himself to help you. It’s hilarious, truly, watching you wiggle and move your hips in search of his retracted fingers; you usually never sought out what you wanted, yet here you were, practically begging for it.

You want to say something but the way Eren’s hands travel across the expanse of your body to shrug off your top forces the words bubbling up in your throat back down. It’s a laughable contrast, how his calloused hands fit around your soft curves and crevasses – you shouldn’t be doing this. Eren doesn’t seem to care too much, unclasping your bra and quickly tossing it to the side, taking a mound in hand and kneading it harshly.

“What are you doing ‘ren…” You ask with a strained voice, feeling his heavy tip leisurely drag along your folds, gathering slick before prodding at your constructing hole.

Fuck – he’s growing impatient, his tip an angry red with tiny beads of white smearing with your wetness. Eren’s unashamedly fixated on the difference between your tight cunt and his veiny cock. “Calm down baby, I’m gonna make you feel even better.” He murmurs, making sure to be gentle as he presses your upper half into the mattress – an ironic contrast to his plans to fuck you dumbber than you currently were.

Eren wastes no time in grabbing his cock by its base, sliding it into your hole. He spreads your ass, watching contently as it disappears into your puusy inch by inch. “Shit, your cunt looks fucking pretty taking me in, I love it baby.” It’s difficult for him to resist the burning urge to piston right into you and hear those pretty moans.

“So big...feels huge.” You’re not lying; you can barely get accustomed to the stretch, eyes widening at the feeling of every prominent vein brushing your fluttering walls.

“Aw, don’t tell me that you can’t take it?” He chuckles when you squirm around him, tiny whines falling from your mouth when he bottoms out. He stills himself inside of you, admiring how you frantically shake your head “no” – you’re trying so hard not to mess up and be good enough for him. “That’s my girl.” he marvels, pulling out to the hilt before languidly thrusting, hips rolling hard against your ass. The pace is agonizing to him; admittedly, he wants to hear you sob, and he’s come too far to stop now. Growing impatient, he gradually picks up the pace, quickly snapping into you and filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping.

“Oh fuck, Eren–!” You moan, clinging to the sheets as he rammed into you, your juices coating his cock and spilling down your folds onto the bed. While you’re unable to see his face with the way his hand sits on your head, pushing you down even more, you can practically sense the grin on his face – so sweet that it's almost sinister.

Every thrust is harder than the last, sending you teetering forward as his pelvis juts against your bruising ass. You can barely contain your loud sobs, his cock was brushing your cervix – you could barely imagine how big he was.

“‘S good, s-so big!” You breathe out. God, you look pretty like this, splayed out beneath him with your back in an irregular arch and drool seeping out of your mouth to soil the fabric.

Eren leans down until he’s flush against your warm body, hands placed on both your sides and caging you in. His pace doesn’t let up as he brings his mouth to your ear, his hot breath that fans across your skin feeling like electricity flowing straight to your clit. “You’re gonna take it all, right? You’re gonna be a good slut and let me fuck you as I please– you want to please me dont you?”

“Yes daddy!” You aren’t even thinking as you wail, reaching out to hold one of his arms as he continued fucking into you. You’re way too gone to even register the way his hips momentarily falter.

He smiles wickedly at the new name you’ve given him–he always knew that you had it in you, but you just needed a little push. “Daddy? You’re so fucking nasty.” His words are so insulting and vulgar, yet they only leave you wanting more, clenching around his cock and sucking him back in. “I’m fucking you stupid and thats the first thing you call me.” He laughs at your needy stature, licking a stripe up your neck and biting at the soft skin.

“G-gonna cum – gonna cum on your cock daddy.” You whimper pitifully, feeling yourself closer to your edge as you become more twitchy against him.

“Go ahead and cream on my dick pretty girl, cum right on me.” His pace doesn’t let up, slipping right back into your sopping cunt and fucking your weak hole. The loud and long mewl that your let out when you reach your high is so erotic – pornographic, even. You claw your fingers into his skin as your body locks up, causing him to hiss from the sudden pain.

“You should be thanking me for giving you my cock.” He starts coldly before wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you upright against his body to show you how slutty you look in the mirror in front of you. Your eyes are trained on the place where your bodies meet, the way his cock slips into your cunny with a loud squelch and the translucent ring of your slick around his girth. It’s safe to say that you can barely recognize yourself when you take note of your face; there's drool strung on the bottom half of your face, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and onto your swollen lips, and your tits are bouncing with every sudden motion.

Eren can’t help but smile cockily at his handiwork; you’re only listening to him, babbling small ‘thank you’s and ‘please’s. Your head is in a fog, unable to even process what you’d originally come here for, only focused on getting stuffed full by your project partner. He stretches his arm across your shoulder to bar you to his body as his thrusts become more frantic, balls rhythmically slapping up against your clit.

Your head lolls back against his neck and you’re able to look into his darkened eyes with nothing but adoration. “Love your cock daddy– fills me up!”

He could cum just at the sight of you, feeling you grind your hips in desperation. “Addicted, aren't you? You’d die for this dick without a second thought yeah?” Not even waiting for a proper response, he catches your mouth with his own, biting and tugging at your lips; he’s going to ruin cock for you to the point where you can only go back to him in order to feel this way – for real satisfaction.

His free hand dips down to your cunt, two fingers circling at your clit with the slightest amount of pressure. “Too much, too much! ‘M gonna cum again–!” You beg, desperately trying to move his hand away, but your efforts are to no avail – he’s shown you that he’s stronger than you, continuing his attack on your overstimulated bud.

“Shhh baby, take it like a good girl.” He coaxes; your cunt is too addicting for him to give up.

Your tightening walls milk him for all that he’s worth as he rutts into you at a mind-breaking speed and soon enough you’re tensing up again; but this time it feels different, eyes widening in surprise as you feel your juices squirt all over his cock and thighs, making a noticeable mess on his bed. “Daddy” is all that follows after your loud moan, slumping against Eren’s body like a fucked-out doll.

He knows that you can hold out, which is why he peppers kisses to your neck and jaw as his hips become more erratic against your worn out body. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” You don’t miss his moans as he pounds into you a few more times. You tiredly nod at his words as they all blur together into one incoherent mess.

“Gonna fill up your pretty cunny– shit.” He groans, stilling himself and shooting thick ropes of his load into your cunt, staining your walls white. He slowly slips out of you, muttering soft praises against your skin as he watches his cum languidly drip out of your abused hole. To say he’s satisfied with the way that you jerk and twitch is an understatement;

he thinks that you’re fucking stunning.

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