It actually sounded like you had it facing right towards his door, waiting for him to scream at you, so you could laugh in his face and turn it up. Because that’s the type of roommate you were— he asks you politely not to do something and you’ll do a complete 360, like a self conceited brat.

Sometimes he swore you were a demon put in his life to make it an actual living hell. Did he piss someone off so bad in one of his past lives that they cursed him with being your roommate? That was the only conclusion he could come to.. because he’d honestly been the perfect roomy to you.

Gojo always respected your space, cleaned up after himself and you, the guy even cooked dinner for you every night cause if he didn’t you’d probably never eat shit.

It was like living with a 20 year old toddler!

The more he thought about everything, the more pissed he became. Why should he have to keep tip toeing around his own home, just to spare your feelings? Especially when you never gave a single shit about his. Nah. Not happening.

In an instant he was out of bed and rushing to your door, running on complete adrenaline and thirty minutes of sleep— because a particular someone didn’t believe in letting him rest.

“Can you turn that down?” The laced attitude was apparent, and the way he banged on your door like a boulder was proof enough. His hand was mid knock when you yanked it open, giving him a look of disgust as if you had the right to be mad.

“No way you just interrupted my smoke time to say that..” you scoffed. Did he really have the audacity to bang on your door like that and question how loud your music was? Who the hell did he think he was! “It wasn’t even that loud? Just go back to sleep, it’s fine.”

He’d wanted to say he tried that already, and now the only thing he wanted to try was slamming your speaker out the window, but the man stayed composed. It was silent on his end for just a moment. Approaching this in the wrong way could mean weeks of even more petty tactics, and he was honestly growing sick of it.

Gojo finally mumbled, “I’m really not in the mood to argue with you, so just do it please.” He pushed his glasses up, staring at you for longer than you’d appreciated.

“I have finals tomorrow. Not that you care,” you grinned with a nod, because you really didn’t. “But if you be quiet, maybe I could do well and actually help you pass too, hm?” He was saying he would give you all the answers, without actually saying it.

You bit the inside of your cheek— hating the fact that he made a damn good point. You’d be stupid to not use the school’s #1 nerd to your own advantage, especially knowing how serious finals get.. last year almost everyone failed.

So you needed Gojo to pass tomorrow. Not for him, but for you. He’s like a walking answer sheet, one that you were determined to get your hands on.

“Hmph fine.” You looked away, internally upset that you had to bend to his wishes so quickly. “I’ll just turn it off. But Sugu’s coming over soon.. and y’know he won’t fold like I just did.”

Please no.

Normally, the mention of one’s best friend should not make them feel sick to their gut. But dealing with you and Geto?? Shit was damn near a mortal kombat match, one that was 1v2. He couldn’t stand you two’s obsession with pushing his buttons in hopes of a reaction.

The one time Gojo tried edibles, is a time he’ll never forget. He was only supposed to take one— but his agonizing, and insufferable childhood friend shoved way more than that into his mouth.

Geto wasn’t an asshole though. He’d taken two times the amount his friend did, as a testimony that if anything bad did happen— it’d happen to them both. They’d always been the if you do it, I do it, type anyways.

At the time Gojo wasn’t upset, he was actually on cloud nine that entire night. He always took accountability.. so he could admit that he truly did have a fucking blast. It may have even been one of the best nights in his life, but that was his decision to make!

Yet the kicker was really when Geto put invisible red dye in his shampoo— forcing the man to be a red head for an entire 8 months. A lot of people preferred the new look, claiming it fit him well and he should stick with it.. but that wasn’t the fucking point.

The point is his best friend wasn’t to be trusted, but he especially couldn’t be trusted if you were around.

“Dude, no. Hell no. Tell him to come tomorrow,” his tone let you know that was final, and for a minute you almost listened. But there was a slight glint in your eye. One like you’d wanted to test the waters..

Gojo pointed a hand out, the type that those disappointed parents give while they’re scolding. Then he put his head down to peer at you without his glasses in the way.

“I’m not kidding.. if I fail tomorrow, then we’re both fucked.”

You rolled your eyes at that. Because Gojo Satoru had never actually failed a day in his life, he was born with the best luck. Well— maybe up until he met you and Geto.

“Oh hush. You are not gonna fail!” Waving him off, you headed towards the front door. Those tiny shorts you always wore were riding up your thighs, giving him the best view of eternity. He wondered if you did that on purpose too.

The tired man was following behind you now, bumping into things on the way since he was still groggy due to loss of sleep, cough cough.

When your hand wrapped around the knob, he immediately straightened, all thoughts of sleep went out the window. “Don’t you open that door. No, back up! Tell him you’re sle-“

You gave him an amused side eye, sticking your tongue out before opening the door slowly. Just to irritate him more, you kept your eyes on him the whole time.

See.. he had hoped he was really still snoozed and this was all part of his dreaming state. Hoped that wasn’t his best friend standing outside his door with drinks in hand, and an annoyingly big smirk clouding all else.

He seriously hoped— but any good luck he had truly was stripped from him long ago.

“Ah? You don’t look too happy to see me,” Geto walked in like he owned the place, eyeing his best friend and then you. “And y’know I could hear you right? Rude ass,”

Gojo turned around, going straight to his room, because who the hell had time for this. He was determined to just ignore you both now, surely you guys would get sleepy too and knock out after him.

He ignored the sound of Geto calling for him, and your fast footsteps that were begging to catch up to his. But in the end you weren’t fast enough.

The white haired man slammed his door, then locked it, because he knew there were two psychos working together in this household. “You two do whatever, but leave me alone.” He spoke loud enough for transparency. “Wake me up and I won’t be nice about it. Seriously, don't start with me."

You guys stood outside his room door, thinking maybe he’d cave and open it. “Aw cmon I just got here! What did she do? What did you do?”

“Excuse you?! I didn’t do shit, he’s butthurt over some old speaker..”

It wasn’t long before the man drowned the two bickering voices out, falling into a heap of slumber which he’d literally been fighting for.

Finally some peace and quiet.

—

Geto told you it wasn’t a good idea, even though it was his idea, he told you it was a bad one. But you didn’t let him back out. Not after he’d already mentioned it and you guys went through all that trouble of preparing.

The plan was to recreate those funny Instagram reels, the ones where the group of friends pour ice cold water on that one unfortunate soul who was sleeping.

Your job was to pick his lock, since you had the most experience in that department anyway. You were also the camera girl.. because Geto swore this would be viral worthy, and he wouldn’t let it go untaped.

For some reason a bad feeling washed over you too. The same one Geto had gotten when he wanted to scrap the plan.. those words Gojo spat before he went to bed echoed in your head, he didn’t seem his typical self at all. Usually he’d let you guys do as you pleased, even if it meant dancing around his last damn nerve or making him a target, but this time…

You could only imagine what he'd do after this evil shenanigan.

“Ok wait wait, it was on photo mode!” Geto held the bucket of ice water while you tried to find the perfect angle for what was about to set off. He glanced at you, waiting for your signal before making any moves.

He huffed at how long you took. Part of him almost thought to just splash it on you instead, “Well any day now, sunshine? He might wake up with how long you’re taking,”

“Oh you shut your mouth water boy!”

After just a few moments, when you finally had it set up, you put a hand in the air to count down from three. The camera was high angled— revealing Gojo’s sleeping frame that looked so peaceful, which they were about to absolutely destroy.

“1… 2…. 3… pour it, hurry hurry!”

Geto gave the camera a sneering grin before wasting the bucket filled with cold water all over his friends face, sending the once sleeping body into a state of confusion and shock.

He bounced up from his bed quicker than you could blink, grunting as he tried to come to terms of what the hell had happened to him. He went from exquisite sleep to underlying turmoil, how?

When Gojo spotted the flashing phone in your hand, and the big ass bucket that was in Geto’s, he nearly fucking lost it. The fact that you two scattered in laughter didn’t make it any better. It actually made him want to wipe those smiles off your face his damn self.

“Ha holy shit! That was gold right there, you should’ve saw your face, bro.” Geto was still laughing, as if anything about this was funny. You were the only one who actually caught onto the shift— how his blue orbs glared with resentment and rage.

When Geto did notice his best friend’s frame that was nearly shaking with fury, he didn’t really think it was as funny anymore. “Damn he’s suuuper mad..”

The room fell silent. All that echoed were Gojo’s heavy grunts, along with the dark chuckle that soon escaped his now moist lips. He shook his white locks which were freaking soaked, in an attempt to stop the dripping. Not that it would be enough since you guys absolutely drenched him.

“So..” he started off, standing there freezing going off of only 2 hours of sleep. At least it was better than the 30 minutes you originally gave him, he was tempted to find a bright side in this but he just.. couldn’t. “I ask you guys- no, beg you guys, to leave me alone for just a few hours.. and you do this?”

The way his death stare had enough power to have you both shaking in your boots, showed that this wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru to screw with.

He was tired, cold, and extremely fucking annoyed.

“Well.. it was Sugu’s idea.” You threw your hands up in defense, pointing at the man who was now giving you a glare of his own. Yes, you were willing to rat out your teammate if it meant saving your own ass. “I was gonna let you sleep honestly! I need those answers too, y’know.”

Gojo raised his hand in a quick gesture, basically telling you to shut up without the energy of saying it. “I don’t give a damn whose idea it was. I told both of you to fuck off, did I not?” You immediately shut your lips, then Geto realized it was his turn to talk his way out of this.

“Yo we’re sorry man, really-” His friend sounded the most sincere he’d ever heard him, but his blood was boiling too much to let this one slide like all the others.

He interrupted swiftly, not even thinking twice before his next words, “Suguru go wait in the fuckin’ kitchen. I don’t wanna see you ‘til I call for you.”

The black haired man looked like he wanted to say more, getting shut down by Gojo’s huge hand just like you did. He couldn’t tell you why he listened, but he did, and went straight into the kitchen like he was told.

Something about how he ordered the much bigger man around, had your stomach itching with butterflies. Who was this alter Gojo and where the had he been all this time?

Your eyes trailed over his body that was still dripping with water, now noticing he never even had a shirt on, the poor guy. He found it much more comfortable to sleep without them.

You’d be lying if you said the abs he’d clearly been forming weren’t doing something to you. And not to mention his v-line that was not only defined, but also covered in hair. The fact that it was preciously white like the hair on his head made it look even more beautiful.

You eyed him closely as he took a seat on his bed, running hands down his face in frustration, slicking his wet hair back.

His glasses were off too— revealing the beaming blue orbs that always hid behind them. What was this feeling, and when did your nerdy-loser roommate get so hot? You wondered why he made Geto leave, but still had you standing in front of him as if you weren’t the one recording his embarrassment.

Whatever the reason... you were surely about to find out.

“You. Come here, now.” When you looked up, he was already looking at you, and giving his lap this pat as if he wanted you to sit there. Your legs practically moved on their own, not stopping until you were directly in front of him.

Before you sat, there’s something you needed to say, a complaint you couldn’t help but make. Just how did Geto get to hide out in the kitchen, while you were left here dealing with the repercussions all alone? “No fair! It wasn’t even my idea, why should i be firs-”

Rough hands gripped at your waist— hard. He pulled you onto his lap faster than you could blink, you were starting to notice that he seriously lacked patience when he was sleepy.

Your legs straddled his waist and it was like a tiny piece of him had snapped back to reality, because his cheeks were tinted a shade of red, and not to mention his palms that immediately got sweaty— or his lip that was quivering because it was hard resisting the urge to cum on the spot.

“And what’d I tell you? Huh?” Your jaw was the next victim of his tight grip, and he yanked your head to face him. He swore he heard you whine.. but he may have been slightly delirious by now. “That I needed rest, riiight?”

When you didn’t answer him fast enough, his hold got just a bit tighter, forcing you to instinctively rock your hips in his lap. “Yes, but listen! You won’t let me tal-”

He shoved his thumb in your mouth, determined to shut you up once more. You were such a prissy little brat. He cursed himself for not doing this sooner, but regardless, all that sitting around and enabling your behavior was done for.

“I don’t wanna hear you talk, that’s the point.” his head tilted, fascinated with the thumb you were sucking in and out of those bratty lips.

He slipped a hand down your bottom, eager to pull off those shorts he’d been obsessed with since the day you moved in. “Don’t say shit else ‘til I say so, you hear me? Keep that pretty mouth shut for once.”

You nodded quickly, ignoring the globs of your drool that dripped on his chest. It wasn’t long before your body was flipped over, put in a position you forgot was even an option. Your sweet little roommate had you bent over his lap and laying flat against his thighs that were so freaking huge.

His hard work in the gym was really paying off and it made you sick.

The same ass that forever had him mesmerized was now in his face, wiggling from side to side in a way that made his mouth water. Your shorts were ripped off in an instant and thrown somewhere across the room.

The only thing left in his way was your red thong that had amazingly been swallowed by the thickness of your lower half.

But he ripped that off, too.

Though it was irrelevant because you couldn’t seem to care in the slightest. Not when he was this close— rough hands pulling you closer whenever you attempted to sneak away. The guy had hardly touched you yet you were drooling from both lips!

“This why you love pissin’ me the fuck off so much?” His calloused palm met your cheek swiftly, leaving a heavy sting to your ass. “Cause it gets this cute lil pussy wet? Could’ve just told me you wanted me, baby. I’ve beeeen yours.” He dragged the words out.

Your slick stained his sweats way more than you expected. With a small whine you arched a bit further, giving the white haired man a perfect view of the 5-course meal he’d devour later.

You still couldn’t fathom the fact he was spanking you, but you were even more shocked that you loved it so much.

“Toruu! Mm, I just need to say-” Of course, because why would you ever listen to instructions. The smack that followed was even harder than the last, and he slipped his glasses back on now. What part about shut your mouth did you not comprehend?

“Shut it.” His voice came out low as he opened his mouth wide, getting the weirdest urge to bite something, and then he did. Gojo couldn't explain exactly why his teeth were buried in your skin, and leaving harsh indents that would likely show for weeks.

“Maybe I’m still being too nice.. do I need to get a belt instead, angel?" He bit your ass a total of ten times. Five for each cheek, and he forced you to watch as he marked you throughly.

If you did dare to look away, a harsh tug to your hair would put you right back on track. You didn't realize you were crying until the salty tears mixed with your snot and entered your mouth.

Broken whines and pleas of nonsense filled the room, with an occasional smack whenever you tried to escape your fate. You were almost positive you two were louder than your stupid speaker that started it all.

Geto most definitely caught on by now. He was way too quiet, for way too long, and one thing he couldn't live without was entertainment. You got the feeling he probably had his ear pushed to the door, listening closely like the little fiend he was.

Well.. you were almost right.

The kitchen bored him out within the first 5 minutes, then he started hearing faint yelps get louder and.. that's how he ended up like this.

Peering through a crack in the door while using the huge wall he hid behind, and his best friend's distracted state as coverage. Fuck. You looked so far gone in a way that had him palming his crotch, then he peaked at Gojo who looked just the same.

The guy felt a hint of annoyance wash over him. He'd never admit it, but he might've felt a little left out, it was his plan after all. Why couldn’t he get the fun punishment too?

Looking at the marks Gojo left on your cheeks had him fuming, but turned on so much that he didn’t mind it. Oh what he would give to be the one spanking you right now, and showing his pal some essential frat-king sex tips.

But he fucked up.

His head slipped from the wall to the door, pushing it open with the weight of his temple… but it might as well have been slammed, with how quickly the room went silent. He stood there like he’d been caught red handed, and for a moment half considered making a run for it.

Gojo's attention snapped towards him with low blue eyes and a grin on his face that was everything but amusing. He looked downright psychotic. No way you guys pissed him off this bad?

He chuckled darkly, still soothing your skin that was bruised and sore from his previous punishment. You hadn’t stopped crying yet, or whining for that matter. Mostly you just missed his rough hands coming down on you, but anytime you tried to talk he popped you.

“I see neither of you listen to shit I say huh..” he laid you against the bed gently, as if you were fragile and he’d just broken you. “Get to the corner, Suguru. And if you move from there.. maybe you’ll be the next one getting spanked.”

In the blink of an eye, the older man was standing in the corner as told, his signature smirk booming more than ever. Now this was some true fucking entertainment.

Gold chains shimmered around his neck, and the same was happening with Gojo since they had matching jewelry. Your eyes scattered between the two men and you couldn’t help clenching your legs… why did they have to look so flawless.

“Pleasee ‘m sorry. It was all Sugu’s fault,” you pouted before spreading your legs to reveal a sight that had both their mouths foaming. “D..don’t be mad at me anymore. Just touch me again, please.”

Geto gave his friend a look like he’d wanted to have a turn with you, causing him to quickly send a terrifying glare back.

“You just stand there.. be glad I’m still letting you watch,” Gojo spat before crouching in front of you, and yanking you closer by your thighs. His breath tickled over your clit and you couldn’t help but shiver.

The look of hunger in his eyes made it no better, you almost came from just the sight of him. You noticed Geto who was eagerly slipping out of his jorts and revealing his throbbing dick for you to see.

These two would be the death of you.

“Pussy’s so damn perfect. You been hiding all this from me?” Your clit ached when he smacked it, but it was soon gone with one flick of his tongue. Then he started leaving small kisses and.. you lost it from there. “Answer me.”

Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, but not tighter than his hands that gripped the life out of your juicy thighs. He always wanted to cherish them.

“Nooo, wasn’t hiding. P..please use your mouth now!” You cried out, no longer caring about how loud you may have been. Gojo started babbling against your lips— the vibrations making your legs shake.

The nerd had never ate anyone out before, he never even watched porn before. You knew that because you always snuck in his room when he left for work, and lurked through his stuff, which possibly included search history.. so how was he this good?

Soft pants came from the corner Geto stood in, and you watched as he softly stroked his red tip that was leaking with pre-cum. He had to have been damn near 9 inches long, maybe a half.

Gojo didn’t like the attention you were sparing him, not when he was the one in between your legs, so he bit your drooling clit as soft as he could. “Nope don’t at him baby, just look at me.. keep looking here.”

He was speaking between licks and your eyes stayed glued to him the whole time. His head shook quickly, forcing his tongue to shake side from side and graze your hole.

With another flick of his perfectly sloppy tongue, you gripped onto his damp hair, pushing him closer into your cunt. “Won’t l..look at him.. ‘m cumming toru, s’much!”

It was like your words only made him get nastier, and then he was slipping his thumb into your hole before you could blink. The finger matched the fast pace of his tongue and it had you seeing stars.

“Let it out f’me princess.. you’re doing so good. Making me- slurrp, so proud.” Those words alone had your eyes rolling, and the pressure in your stomach released. Before you knew it, you were gushing out squirt all over him. “Mm fuck Toru!”

The smile on his face as he latched onto the source, slurping all your juices, showed this was exactly where he’d wanted to be. And Geto who was still in the corner, stopped holding back his grunts long ago.

Part of you wanted to peak at him, watch him stroke his cock to the sight of his best friend and some girl he lived with, who happened to be the prettiest thing alive.. but you knew better than to defy Gojo Satoru by now.

Especially if he was sleepy.

“Shittt you taste so good baby. Sooo good, need that again.” He was talking too fast for you to understand, but somehow still had your cunt fluttering. “You’re gonna do that again, ‘kay angel? Riight here.” He patted his crotch through fitted boxers.

You couldn’t tell if it was sweat dripping down his face, the water you guys had poured on him, or the squirt that he just forced out of you.

“Yess please. T..take these off.” Your pedicured foot grazed the waistband of his underwear, nearly making his nose bleed. You were listening for once, and said please?? That had his dick rising even higher than before.

“Aww look at you mama,” Gojo pushed your foot away, sliding his boxers off with ease as he revealed himself. Almost instantly you whined at the sight of him, and he swore he heard his best friend whining. “You asked so nicely for me, hm? Guess I can’t say no,”

That cheeky grin was all you could see before he slapped his tip on your clit, rubbing it gently down your soaking folds. Geto may have been skinny and long… but Gojo was long and thick.

Your cunt gushed at the thought of having something that big inside you. Never would it cross your mind that the world’s biggest nerd would have the world biggest dick to make up for it.

“Oh my gosh, wait.. just give me a sec-” he scoffed and stuffed his thumb in your mouth for the second time that night. When he slid into you slowly, despite the warm walls that tried to push him out, you were a goner. Any earlier complaint you had was out of sight and mind.

His free hand fell to your neck, grip getting firmer with each stroke of his hips. You wrapped around him so fucking perfectly. Almost like your pussy knew she belonged to him too, and that alone had him whimpering.

“Pretty pretty girl.. fuck. You’re so damn bratty, but so perfect- shitt.” The guy was losing his mind when your soft fingers pulled at his stomach hair. He nearly filled your greedy cunt right there. “Let me in b..baby, think I deserve it.”

Your mouth hung open as you felt every inch of him filling you, his soft words didn’t make it any better. He shifted his hand from your throat— to your thigh, as he caressed it gently and became fascinated with your gorgeous toes.

And even though he told you not to look at his best friend… he was just too pretty not to slip up at least once. You tried to sneak a quick glance, your teary eyes meeting his as he gripped his shaft tighter, sloppily moving up and down.

“Fuckkk, stop looking at me like that. All sexy and s..slutty- mm.” Geto gently whispered. It wasn’t long before milky white cream was leaking from his tip, and dripping all over the floor.

You gasped at the sight, biting into your lip as you watched him break. Completely forgetting about the other man in front of you, one who gave you specific orders.

A harsh pinch to your swollen nipple had you crying out, and you didn’t need to look at Gojo to know he was pissed, again. He pulled out of your tight little cunny, just to slam his length back in, taking the breath out of you.

“Oo..oh my gosh! ‘S too much Toru! I can’t-” your pleas fell on deaf ears, because he was too out of it by now. He took both of your feet and placed it on his chest, holding them there before taking a toe in between his lips.

“Don’t look at him again, yeah?” He glared at you, speaking through filled lips, “you can suck take it mommy, know you can. suck can’t she suck Sugu?”

The man in question couldn’t say one word without croaking, but looking at his friend he knew there was no getting out of this. “Ughh- y..yes Toru, she can.”

Your eyes were meeting the back of your head as you dazed out. His fat tip kissed your womb gently, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge.

Gojo threw his head back, covering his entire face with your feet now, and mumbling out praises that soon turned to begging. “C’monn princess, give it to me. Let daddy feel that pretty pussy cream..”

Your shaking fingers clawed at his shoulders when he put his entire weight on top of you, trying to reach deeper. A familiar pressure filled your abdomen and Gojo could tell, he used his thumbs to push down on your core, making it easier to release.

“Yes yes yes right there! ‘M gonna cum daddy pleasee, ‘m cumming!” He forced your head down to watch as your pussy sucked him in, coating his shaft in thick white cream. Geto had instinctively moved slightly closer— he wanted to smell you and see for himself how much of a mess you made.

The only reason his best friend didn’t catch him was because he was too busy grabbing his phone, going straight to the camera app, and pressing record. The flash was burning bright just as yours was minutes before.

He whimpered as he felt you wrapping around him tighter, forcing his warm load to coat your walls full. “Shittt yess- milk your d..dick just like that. ‘M not pulling out, gonna stuff you properly.. fuckk.”

The camera faced your fucked out face, getting your pretty face and pussy in 4K, he even zoomed in on your cunt that was still gripping him. “Look at her.. showing out for cameras. J..just like you.”

Geto wasn’t spared from the lens, either. The man panned the phone over toward his friend, zooming into his drooling face, then his throbbing length. Neither of you even cared about the flash in your face, if anything it made you both want more, more, more.

You hadn’t stopped whining yet, your slurred words fell off your tongue with ease, “can we go again p..please, felt so good. Pretty please daddyy, I’ll listen from now on.. I promise!”

Yeah, Gojo Satoru definitely wasn’t passing his finals tomorrow. But that’s okay.. because he would just have to punish you both twice as hard.

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