synopsis: In which your loyal plug offers you a much better deal after a bad night.
warnings: plug!choso x reader, college au, mention of drugs, degrading, praise, oral sex (f giving), spitting, choking, squirting. Not proofread
word count: 2,5k
I wanna go home.
The exact same thought crossed your mind for the hundredth time as you navigated the sticky, crowded living room of the frat house, your steps messy and uneven. You dodged sweaty bodies and loud, slurred laughter. All you wanted was to find some uncrowded corner to finally sit your ass down and breathe.
But every step you took was useless. There were people sprawled across the stairs, cramming into every single room, and someone was even passed out on the toilet seat. Not a single corner was empty like you wished.
Still, you kept wandering aimlessly through the house. You offered tired nods to the few people you recognized, your eyes scanning the crowd for Gojo, your frat-boy friend, and the exact reason you were stuck in this hellhole in the first place, having dragged you here under the threat of his endless whining.
You couldn't just slip out and leave without saying anything, either. You knew him well enough to know he’d pout and complain about it for a whole week straight.
In a desperate bid to get away from the noise, you opened the first unlocked door you could find in the hallway, expecting a guest bedroom. Instead, it was a small terrace.
But as you stepped there, the cold air hitting your face. Then, you realized it obviously had someone in there.
You let out the loudest, heaviest sigh you possibly could, unable to hide your disappointment. Hearing your long, frustrated exhale, the guy looked back.
Your eyes instantly locked on him, and the breath caught in your throat. He was insanely good looking. Even in the dim light filtering from the hallway, you could see the sharp metal of his lip and eyebrow piercings, and a dark tattoo stretching right over his nose bridge.
He was, and without a doubt, absolute eye-candy.
Your fingers fumbled through your pockets, searching frantically for your lighter while your other hand carefully protected a freshly rolled joint. No matter how hard you shook your coat or patted down your jeans, your pockets came up empty.
“Fuck...” you muttered under your breath.
“Need a light?”
The voice came from beside you. You looked over to see him holding out a black clipper lighter, the small flame already flicking to life between his knuckles.
“Um... yeah, if you don't mind,” you said, leaning in slightly.
“I don't,” he murmured, shielding the flame from the wind with his free hand. He watched you light it, his dark eyes tracking the embers before he let the flame die. “Though... whoever rolled that for you did a terrible job. And the weed looks like mids.”
“Oh... it's just some guy on campus. I don't even know his name.”
Choso’s eyebrows arched at your answer. He opened his mouth as if to say something — likely to lecture you on buying from random strangers, but he caught himself, letting the words die.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a cleanly rolled joint of his own, and held it out to you.
“Here. Try this.”
You swapped yours for his, your fingers brushing lightly against his cold skin. You took a slow, deep drag, the smoke hitting your throat much smoother than before. Tilting your head back against the balcony railing, you slowly exhaled, watching the pale smoke curl and drift into the cold night air.
Your eyes widened, your mouth parting in disbelief.
“Wow... I'm—” You coughed lightly, looking down at the joint in awe. “Who the fuck sells this?”
“He's right here,” he said, pointing a finger at himself with an ironic tilt of his head. “I can give you a much better offer, though.”
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Weeks bled into months after that chilly night on the balcony.
What started as a simple transaction quickly shifted into something much softer, defying the usual boundaries between a buyer and her plug.
You and Choso had exchanged numbers, and soon, you didn't even hesitate to text him when you needed a fix. Choso, in turn, would message you whenever he got his hands on a new batch.
Over time, you became his most trusted regular. The discounts he offered you became almost ridiculous. Sometimes he’d even drop off your order and refuse to take a single dollar, waving your wallet away with a tired, gentle shake of his head.
Eventually, the quick drop-offs turned into quiet invitations. A simple “come over, let’s hang” text from Choso became the anchor of your weekly routine.
And speaking of routine, that was exactly how you found yourself on a rainy night.
Sprawled lazily across the worn and peeling leather sofa in his small dorm room. Your head was settled comfortably in his lap, your feet dangling over the opposite armrest without a care in the world.
Choso was looking down at you, his dark eyes tracing the quiet lines of your face as you drifted somewhere deep inside your own thoughts. It was unusual for you to be this still.
Normally, the room would be filled with the quiet hum of your voice or the shared smoke of a fresh joint, but tonight, you had just walked in and sunk onto his couch without a word.
“Something wrong?” He leaned down slightly, his hand reaching out to tilt your face up toward his. His thumb pressed gently into one of your cheeks while his fingers cradled the other, plumping your lips open just enough.
He took a deep drag from his own joint, leaned over you, and exhaled the pale smoke directly into your parted lips, letting you inhale the second-hand high.
You swallowed the smoke, your head feeling a little lighter as his hand slowly released your face, his thumb lingering on your skin for a split second too long.
“Nah...” you muttered, staring up at his ceiling. “I just got ghosted. Again.”
Choso frowned, his brows drawing together in immediate disapproval. He leaned back against the cushions, though his dark eyes never left yours.
“Seriously?” he said, his voice dropping into a comforting rumble. “His loss. You’re too good for him anyway.”
You looked up at him, the haze of the smoke making everything feel heavy and warm.
You reached your hand up, your fingertips gently brushing against his jaw before tracing the cold, metal ring on his bottom lip. “Why can't guys just be like you?”
The relaxed atmosphere in the room vanished in a fraction of a second. His fingers tangled a little tighter in your hair, pinning your head gently against his thigh as his eyes locked onto yours.
“'Cause they're fucking dumbasses,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a rasp that vibrated straight through you. “If you were mine, I'd never leave you waiting. Fuck, I wouldn't even let you out of my sight!”
You looked straight into his dark eyes, your voice barely a breath in the quiet room.
“I wouldn't mind.”
Hearing these words, Choso’s large hands slid down to grip your waist. And with a single lift, he pulled you up, shifting your weight until you were straddling his lap on the leather couch, your thighs framing his hips.
He didn't hesitate for a single second, pulling you flush against his chest. When his lips finally smashed into yours, any gentleness evaporated.
The cold metal of his lip piercing bit sharply against your skin, a delicious contrast to the sudden heat of his mouth.
His large hand slid down the curve of your spine to your ass, his fingers squeezing firmly, stealing a helpless moan from straight between your lips.
You didn't waste any time either. You began to grind against his lap right then and there. The rolling friction of your hips made him hitch a sharp breath, and you could feel him hardening beneath you, growing thick and rigid against your center.
“Holy shit...” you breathed out against his mouth, your head spinning from the sudden rush. “I didn't expect this.”
Choso just hummed deep in his throat. He didn't bother to think of an actual response, too consumed by the feeling of you moving against him to care about words.
As hungry as him, you slowly push your hands lower, sliding them down his chest and flat across his stomach until your fingers find the thick bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.
You used his grip on your wrists to guide your movement, sliding lower on the couch.
Then, you pushed your legs further behind you, knees sinking into the worn cushions as you arched forward, bringing your face inches away from that trapped and throbbing length.
You popped the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Reaching inside his boxers, you freed his heavy cock from his pants, watching it spring loose against his lower abdomen.
You wrapped your cold fingers around his warm shaft, making him shiver all over again.
Lowering your head, you gathered a pool of saliva in your mouth, spitting directly onto his length and your own palm to make your hand move slicker.
Choso’s breath hitched so hard it sounded like a sob. His grip on your wrists loosened instantly, his hands trembling as they migrated to the hair at the back of your head, completely losing his patience.
You paused, looking up at him through your eyelashes with a teasing smirk. “Is this your first time getting head or something?”
“No…” he rasped down at you, his dark eyes completely wide and blown out with heat. “I just— fuck, I've wanted you to touch me like this for so long. Don't stop.”
To his words, you sink his flushed crown into your mouth, swirling your smooth tongue against his head and forcing a deep grunt straight out of Choso's mouth.
His hips gave an involuntary and desperate twitch upward, his entire lower half tensing as the wet heat of your mouth enveloped him.
His large hands tightened securely in your hair, holding you firmly in place as he started to buck up into your mouth, completely abandoning his restraint.
He was practically fucking your mouth now, the thick tip of his cock sliding deep enough to hit the back of your throat with every frantic thrust.
You adjusted your position, moving one hand lower to gently but firmly cup the tight weight of his balls, while using your other hand to stroke the rest of his length, catching the friction right where your lips couldn't reach.
Even with him setting the desperate pace, you continued your relentless tongue movements against the underside of his shaft. Choso was completely undone with every wet slide of your mouth combined with the squeeze of your hands wrung broken, throwing pathetic whines from the back of his throat.
And he knew he was on the edge of spilling everything in your mouth when you swallowed around him, making your throat go tighter than ever.
“What are you doing?” he grunted when you pulled off completely, the sudden release making a loud, wet pop! sound ring out between you.
You didn't answer him right away. You stood up just enough to clear his lap, keeping your eyes locked onto his blown-out gaze.
With quick movements, you unbuttoned your pants and shoved them down your legs along with your panties, kicking the fabric away until you were completely bare beneath your shirt.
“I'm not letting you finish that easily,” you whispered, your voice dripping with sweet malice.
Before he could even process the words, you crawled right up his thighs, straddling his lap and aligning your slick center with his throbbing length. Choso barely had time to gasp before you sank completely down onto him in one motion, burying his entire cock inside you.
“Oh my god, Cho!” you moaned louder than expected.
Choso’s eyes blew wide open at the sound of his nickname, a dark, primal look taking over his face. His large hands instantly locked onto your hips, his fingers digging into your skin to anchor you as he began to thrust up to meet you.
“Fuck... yeah, just like that...” he growled out, his voice a completely wrecked, gravelly rasp. He leaned his head back against the cushions, his teeth bared in a tight grimace of pure pleasure as you set that brutal pace on top of him. “Keep going, baby. Take all of it”
His large hand reached up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking relentlessly over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. At the same time, his other hand moved lower, finding the exact spot where your bodies joined to slip a finger down and flick against your swollen clit.
The double hit of friction sent a violent shockwave right through your spine, making you fasten your pace and drive down onto him even faster, desperately chasing that blurring edge.
Choso looked up at you, his chest heaving as he watched your eyes roll back, a satisfied smirk taking over his face.
“Look at you,” he grunted out as his hips continued to drive up into your weight. “You look so fucking pretty being a slut like this for me, baby.”
You couldn't even answer him, your voice fragmenting into incoherent whimpers as your pace became entirely frantic. “Fuck, Cho—fuck, I'm cumming!”
Your vision went completely white as the intense, double-stimulation pushed you right over the edge.
A violent, full-body spasm locked your thighs around his waist as your climax hit, your internal muscles squeezing his cock in a crushing grip.
The force of the orgasm triggered an uncontrollable release. A heavy wave of fluid squirting out from your core, soaking his groin and the leather of the couch beneath him.
“Fuck—!” Choso choked out, his head snapping back as the heat of your release absolutely broke him.
Driven by pure primal instinct, his large hand flew up from your breast to wrapfirmly around the front of your throat, his fingers squeezing just tight enough to cut off your air and trap the scream in your chest.
The sudden lack of oxygen sent a dizzying rush straight to your brain, making the walls of your pussy clench around him even tighter.
With his hand anchoring your neck and holding you completely helpless against him, Choso slammed his hips up into you three more times with back-breaking force.
He let out a sound that vibrated right through your compressed throat, he finally unraveled, his lower half going rigid as he pumped thick, burning ropes of his white cum spilling deep inside you, filling you to the absolute brim while you both hyperventilated against each other.
Choso looked down at you, completely thrown on the couch with your hair tangled and your shirt hiked up, looking beautifully ruined.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he ran a hand to adjust his own messy pigtails, looking over the absolute disaster you’d both made of the couch.
゛★ nerd ! satoru gojo gets a … fleshlight for his… birthday?
drabble .ᐟ ⋆ #NERDJO / MODERN AU ⋆ roommate/best friend gojo ⋆ reader has a happy trail mmph ⋆ has never used a fleshlight ⋆ helping him use the toy ⋆ virgin!gojo ⋆ 18+ smut mdni art by narutoss.ramen
“you’re a real pervert, you know that?”
satoru stared down at the gift in his hands like it had the words “YOU ARE A VIRGIN” plastered all over it and all in caps.
you—his roommate, his best friend, the person who knew him better than anyone else on the planet—had gotten him something he never would’ve asked for in a million years. he’d been expecting comics. maybe a new game. hell, even that tit-shaped mousepad he’d been not so subtly hinting at for weeks. but no. you, apparently, had other plans.
because the box in his lap had nothing to do with his nerdy little hobbies and everything to do with something you had no business being involved in.
“you got me… a fleshlight,” he deadpanned, dragging a hand down his face as his shoulders slumped. “because that’s totally normal roommate behavior. and here I thought you knew me.”
you crossed your arms, biting back a laugh at the priceless look on his face. you’d remember that expression until the day they buried you.
“oh yeah? maybe i know you better than you think, toruuuu,” you taunted, making a slow, vulgar jerking motion with your fist. the gesture was so blatant he couldn’t possibly miss it.
“woah—woah, okay, hold on—”
you cut him off with a roll of your eyes. “oh please, don’t even try to save face. i hear you through the walls, dude. that poor right hand of yours probably has calluses thicker than your skull. figured you could use some help.” you shrugged, then grinned. “well… a pussy-pocket, anyway.”
satoru’s face went nuclear. he knew you liked fucking with him, but this? this was a low blow straight to his involuntary celibacy. who the hell wanted to sleep with a loudmouth nerd like him?
he pouted, glasses sliding crooked down his nose. “you’re a terrible human being. absolutely… terrible. horrible.”
“yeah, yeah. say whatever you want, but you’ll be thanking me the second your buried balls-deep in that thing.”
“and you’d know that how, exactly?” he scoffed, holding the toy out and pointedly jabbing at the entrance. He refused to call it a pussy. “last I checked, you don’t have the right equipment for this model.”
“just trust me on this one, yeah?”
fast-forward a few hours. the house had gone suspiciously quiet. no sounds of satoru raging at video games or flipping through the comics suguru had gotten him. curiosity gnawed at you until you finally gave in, padding down the hall to his room. you knocked twice out of habit, then opened the door without waiting—because… well, why bother? you two had crossed that line of personal space years ago.
his head snapped toward the door. in one frantic motion, he shoved whatever he’d been holding under the covers and yanked them up to his waist like a scandalized victorian maiden.
“jesus—don’t you ever knock?!” his face was flushed, glasses fogged at the edges, and the way he clutched the blanket told you everything.
a knowing smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned against the doorframe. “so… how’s the toy treating you, big guy?”
“i wasn’t—” he started to lie, then gave up with a defeated sigh. you’d find out anyway. “haven’t tried it yet.”
“liar.” you chuckled, kicking the door shut behind you before flopping onto the edge of his bed, kneeling in front of him. “let me guess. you can’t figure it out.”
he looked mortified, scratching the back of his neck. “this is so fucking embarrassing.”
with a guilty glance and a sigh, he pulled the fleshlight out from under the sheets and set it on his lap like it might bite him. “it doesn’t… fit right. or maybe i’m doing it wrong. it feels kinda rough.”
you stared at him, then at the toy, utterly unimpressed. “amateur.” you snatched it from his hands. “you got lube?”
his eyes widened and then his brows furrowed, but he reached into the nightstand drawer and tossed the bottle over. you immediately tossed it back like it was contagious.
“ew gross—don’t hand it to me like that, weirdo. you’re supposed to lube it up first. can’t just ram your dick into a dry hole.”
satoru looked like his soul was leaving his body. his best friend was giving him a hands-on tutorial on how to fuck a toy. what had his life become?
he squeezed some lube onto the toy with all the enthusiasm of a sulking child. “now what?”
you shrugged, grabbing the fleshlight again. “like this.” your fingers slid into the soft, silicone opening, pushing the lube deeper, coating every inch until it glistened. satoru’s eyes locked onto the motion—your fingers pumping in and out—and fuck, his cock twitched beneath the sheets. he was painfully hard already.
“okay, okay—i get it,” he muttered, snatching the toy back before things got even more compromising than they were. “you can stop fingering the damn thing now.”
you threw your hands up in mock surrender. your shirt rode up just enough to reveal that teasing trail of hair disappearing under your shorts. satoru’s eyes flicked down immediately, and another traitorous twitch jerked in his lap. this was so bad.
“you should probably get out now,” he said, voice strained.
you paused at the edge of the bed, then said something he never would have anticipated in a hundred years. “want my help?”
he blinked at you. once. twice. “excuse me?”
“you heard me. do you want my help?” your enunciation of every word told him you dead serious about this.
his face went an even deeper shade of red. “no, I don’t want— I’m fine.”
you shrugged and started to stand. “suit yourself.”
his eyes tracked the sway of your ass in those shorts as you moved. the room felt ten degrees hotter. he swallowed hard. when would he ever get an opportunity like this again? probably never. scratch that—definitely never.
“okay, wait—” the words tumbled out before he could stop them.
you turned around, that shit-eating grin already creeping back onto your face.
“only for a few minutes,” he grumbled, cheeks burning. “once I get the hang of it, you leave.”
“works for me.” you crawled back onto the bed, settling in front of him on your knees, trying (and failing) to hide your smirk.
after another long internal debate, satoru finally shoved the covers down. his cock sprang free—thick, long, and flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. your mouth went a little dry. you hadn’t expected him to be packing like that. not him. not the biggest nerd virgin you’d ever met.
“you’re staring,” he muttered, voice tight with embarrassment.
“sorry, just… never mind.” you cleared your throat and reached for his hand, guiding the lubed-up toy until the soft opening pressed against his glistening tip. “it’s easy. just…”
you pushed it down slowly. the fleshlight stretched around his thick head, then swallowed more of his length. satoru’s head fell back with a broken groan, hips jerking up instinctively.
“fuck—ah, shit, that’s tight,” he whimpered, the sound raw and needy. way too loud for someone who was supposed to be embarrassed about this.
you started moving the toy for him—steady, smooth strokes up and down his cock. his hips bucked again, chasing the sensation, little whines slipping out between gritted teeth. after a minute he grabbed your wrist, breathing hard.
“i—i got it,” he rasped, taking over. he started fucking up into the toy with shallow thrusts, eyes half-lidded and glassy behind his fogged glasses.
you sat back on your heels, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. the wet, obscene sounds of the lubed silicone sliding up and down his thick cock filled the room filthily. every upward thrust made satoru’s abs tense, his thighs twitching under the sheets. a thin sheen of sweat was already forming on his collarbones and his face, and those soft, broken whimpers kept escaping him no matter how hard he tried to bite them back.
you were soaked. like, embarrassingly, stupidly soaked. for this guy. your best friend. your virgin, geek best friend. your panties clung uncomfortably to you, and the ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore. all because he was falling apart in front of you, cock buried in the toy you’d bought him as a joke.
his rhythm started getting sloppier, hips stuttering. his glasses had slid further down his nose, and his lips were parted, panting. “shit… it’s—fuck, it’s really good,” he admitted in a shaky whisper, like saying it out loud helped his case at alll. his eyes cracked open and found yours again. they were dark, pupils blown wide with lust.
you couldn’t help yourself. you reached out, resting a hand on his inner thigh, thumb brushing dangerously close to where his balls tightened with every thrust. “yeah? you like how tight it feels around you?”
he let out a choked sound, hips jerking harder into the toy. “don’t—don’t say shit like that right now.”
“why not?” you leaned in closer, voice dropping low and teasing. “you’re the one moaning like a whore while I watch.”
satoru’s hand faltered on the toy. his cock throbbed visibly inside the translucent sleeve, flushed and shiny with lube. he looked wrecked already, and you’d barely even done anything.
“fuck you,” he breathed, but there was no heat behind it—only desperate need. his eyes dropped to the obvious squirming of your thighs trying to press together. he was a virgin but he knew where a woman’s cunt was. he swallowed, breathing heavy. “you’re… you’re really turned on by this?”
you didn’t bother denying it. instead, you shifted forward on your knees, crowding into his space. your hand replaced his on the fleshlight again, taking over the strokes—slower this time, torturously slow, twisting a little at the head just to watch his eyes roll back.
“yeah,” you murmured, breath ghosting over his thigh. “seeing you like this… it’s weird but… hotter than I thought it’d be.”
satoru’s head thunked back against the headboard. a full-body shudder ran through him as you worked the toy with more confidence, your fingers occasionally brushing against his slick shaft. “you’re gonna make me c-cum,” he groaned. “I’m not gonna last if you keep—ah—keep doing that.”
“maybe i want to see you cum…”
that seemed to break whatever was left of his restraint. his hand shot out, gripping your wrist—not to stop you, but to guide you faster. his hips snapped up to meet every downward stroke, fucking the toy with shameless abandon now. the sounds were louder, wetter. his breathing came in ragged gasps and loud whimpers and whines and groans.
“fuck—fuck, I’m so close,” he whined, voice cracking. his free hand fisted the sheets, knuckles white. “don’t stop, please don’t—shit—”
you sped up the pace, watching every twitch and flutter across his face. his glasses were completely fogged up now. Sweat clung to his white hair. he looked devastatingly pretty like this—completely undone. by you—and the toy. mostly you.
when he finally came, it hit him hard. satoru’s whole body tensed, a loud, broken moan tearing from his throat as he spilled into the toy in thick, pulsing ropes. you kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop until he was trembling and oversensitive, weakly pushing at your hand.
“enough—enough,” he gasped, chest heaving. “s’too much…”
you finally pulled the toy off him slowly, admiring the mess he’d made inside it. satoru looked utterly spent, sprawled against the pillows with his softening cock resting against his stomach, still twitching.
for a long moment, the only sound was both of you catching your breath. then he let out a weak, disbelieving laugh, covering his face with both hands.
“i can’t believe i just let you do that,” he mumbled through his fingers. “you just jerked me off with the toy you got me…”
you grinned, still kneeling between his legs, arousal thrumming hot in your veins. “and you liked it.”
he peeked at you through his fingers, cheeks still flushed. his eyes flicked down to the soaked front of your shorts again, lingering. the air between you felt thicker than before—charged with something that definitely wasn’t just post-nut clarity.
satoru swallowed hard. “yeah… fuck. yeah, i did.” his voice was quiet, almost shy. then, just barely above a whisper: “your turn?”
you raised an eyebrow, heart kicking up a notch. “you sure you’re not too embarrassed to return the favor, toru.”
he dropped his hands, meeting your gaze. “embarrassment’s dead now that you just watched me moan and cum all over myself like some … pornstar. just… c’mere before this post nut confidence wears off or something.”
ಇ.content & warnings: ꒰fingering ⋮⋮ oral (reader & satoru rec.) ⋮⋮ p slapping! ⋮⋮ pet names heavy! ⋮⋮ cum in mouth ⋮⋮ cum play ⋮⋮ both at the same time ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ dp ⋮⋮ tummy bulges ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱
You’re sprawled across Eren’s lap like always, legs dangling off the arm of the couch, head tucked under Satoru’s chin while he scrolls aimlessly on his phone. The three of you have been tangled like this for hours, while some dumb action movie flickers on the TV that none of you are really watching.
It’s the kind of Friday night that’s happened a hundred times before: snacks scattered, blanket fortress half-built, your body slotted perfectly between theirs like you were custom-made to fit the negative space they create when they sit too close.
Eren’s thumb keeps brushing slow, absent circles over the bare skin of your thigh where your oversized hoodie rode up and you're only wearing panties underneath. Satoru’s fingers are threaded loosely through your hair, tugging just enough to feel possessive without ever admitting it. They’re warm. They’re always warm.
And you’re so used to it, the casual touching, the way they both smell faintly of cedar and whatever cologne they stole from each other, that you never question how heavy their breathing gets when you shift and your ass presses back against Eren’s hips.
You yawn, stretch like a cat, and announce it without thinking.
“I’ve got a date tomorrow night.”
The room doesn’t freeze. Not exactly.
But the lazy thumb on your thigh stops dead. Toru’s fingers pause mid-scratch against your scalp. The only sound left is the muffled explosions from the television and the sudden harsh rhythm of Eren’s exhale through his nose.
“A date,” Eren repeats. Flat. Like he’s tasting something bitter.
“Yeah,” you hum, oblivious, scrolling through your phone now. “This guy from chem. He’s cute. Kinda tall. Said he’d take me to that new ramen place downtown.”
Toru’s voice comes quieter than usual. Almost gentle. “Tomorrow.”
“Mhm.” You tilt your head back to look up at him, smiling all sweet and glassy-eyed like you always do when you’re happy. “Why? You guys wanna come third-wheel? I can ask if he’s cool with it.”
Eren laughs, but it’s wrong. Sharp, with no humor in it at all.
He shifts under you suddenly, strong hands clamping around your hips, keeping you pinned right where you are. You squeak in surprise, thighs squeezing together on instinct.
“No,” he says. Low and dangerous. “We don’t wanna third-wheel, princess.”
Toru’s hand slides from your hair down to your throat…not choking, just… holding. Collarbone to jaw. His thumb brushing the soft skin under your chin so you have to look at him.
“You’re not going,” he murmurs.
You blink up at him, lashes fluttering. “Huh?”
“You’re not going on a date,” Eren cuts in, voice rougher now, hips rolling up just enough that you feel exactly how hard he is. Not subtle. Not pretending anymore. The thick outline of him presses insistently against your ass through thin layers of fabric. “Not with him. Not with anyone.”
Your breath catches. You’re still trying to process, still trying to stay in that sweet, fuzzy headspace where they’re just your overprotective best friends so when Toru leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth soft, teasing and barely there, you're a bit stunned to say the least.
But Eren doesn’t tease.
He grabs your chin, turns your face towards him, and kisses you like he’s been starving for it. Deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours before you can even gasp. One hand fists in your hair while the other slips under the hoodie, rough palm skating up your bare stomach until he’s cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple like he’s done it a thousand times in his head, he grabs it and balls up the fabric in his palm and tugs it off you, throwing it behind the couch without care.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard. Your lips are swollen. His eyes are dilated, black eating the emerald green.
“We’ve been good,” he rasps. “So fucking good. Letting you prance around in those tiny shorts, letting you sleep between us, letting you rub that pretty little body all over us every night like it’s nothing. But a date?” He laughs again low and bitter. “Nah, baby. That shit ends tonight.”
Toru’s mouth finds your neck. Open-mouthed, he sucks a bruise right under your jaw while his hand slides between your thighs, not touching your pussy yet, just cupping you over your panties, letting you feel the heat of his palm.
“You’ve been so sweet to us,” Toru whispers against your skin. “Letting us hold you. Letting us get hard and pretend it’s an accident. But we’re done pretending, baby.”
Eren’s fingers pinch your nipple harder and you whimper embarrassingly which makes them both look at each other in unison and smirk.
“We both think about this cunt every single night,” he growls. “Every time you fall asleep between us, we’re rock fucking hard imagining how tight you’d feel. How wet you are, how you’d cry our names when we finally stretch you open.”
Toru hums in agreement, middle finger pressing just enough against your clit through the cotton that your hips jerk.
“You’re ours,” he says simply. Like it’s obvious. Like it’s always been obvious. “Always have been. You just didn’t know we were waiting for permission to take what’s ours.”
Eren leans in again, lips brushing yours.
“Tell us you want it,” he murmurs. “Tell us you want both of us. Or we stop right now… and you can go on your little date tomorrow like a good girl.”
His thumb brushes your bottom lip.
“But if you do…” He smiles slowly, a feral glint in his eyes,"We're not letting you leave this couch until your pussy’s so full of us you can’t even think about another man’s name.”
Your thighs tremble.
Your heart hammers, you aren't entirely sure if the imagery Eren’s just conjured up is what has your body on fire and mind in disarray with boiling want. Do you really want them both at the same time, your best friends…were you always this naive about them or did you just realise that you want them too.. God, yes you fucking do.
And between them now, with their warmth, dicks hard and unyielding tension, you feel something inside you finally give in.
Soft and sweet and a little dumb with want.
“…please,” you whisper.
Eren groans like you just handed him the keys to heaven.
Toru smiles against your throat.
“Good girl.”
You’re still trembling from the way they pinned you down, Eren’s mouth bruising yours, Satoru’s teeth grazing your throat and when Toru shifts, sitting up straighter on the couch. His hoodie is rucked up just enough to show the sharp cut of his hips, the light trail of hair disappearing into gray sweats that are doing nothing to hide how fucking thick he is.
“Baby,” he says, voice all soft velvet now, “need your mouth.”
Your eyes drop automatically. His hand catches yours, guides it down slow until your palm presses flat over the obscene bulge. Even through the fabric you can feel the heat, the heavy throb. He’s so hard it looks painful, long, thick and curving up toward his stomach like it’s begging.
“See, baby? m’hard for you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he makes you feel every inch. “Been like this every night you sleep between us. Couldn’t help it. Your little ass grinding back, those tiny whimpers you make in your sleep… fuck.”
You swallow. Your mouth feels too wet, too empty.
He tugs the waistband of his sweats down just enough. No underwear.. you think thats gross but also fucking hot ugh. Just him and his fat, flushed cock, the tip already slick and shiny with precum that beads at the slit and drips slow down the underside. It twitches when the cool air hits it. So pretty. So stupidly big. The kind of cock that makes your thighs clench on instinct.
You’re sweet about it. Always sweet. You lean forward without being told twice, pressing the softest, open-mouthed kiss right to the fat head. Your lips brush the sticky tip and he hisses through his teeth, hips jerking like he can’t help it.
“Good girl,” Toru breathes. One hand cups the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. “Just like that. Kiss it again. Taste me, pretty please.”
You do. Another slow, filthy kiss. Then another. Letting your tongue flick out to lap at the precum, salty and warm. He groans low in his throat.
“Open up, baby. Gonna teach you exactly how I like it.”
You part your lips. He guides himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, until the head sits heavy on your tongue. Your eyes water instantly at the stretch, but you don’t pull back. You just look up at him with those big, glassy eyes while he starts telling you what he wants.
“Suck the tip first.. yeah aaaah- just like that. Swirl your pretty tongue around it. Fuck… goodness baby. Now take a little more. Relax your throat for me, sweet thing. Breathe through your nose.”
You try. You really try. He’s so big it makes your jaw ache already, but the way he’s looking at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen makes you want to take all of him. You hollow your cheeks, suck soft, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein underneath.
Behind you, Eren’s been patient. Too patient.
His hands find the backs of your thighs, prying them apart until you’re spread wide across his lap. Cool air hits your soaked panties and you whimper around Toru’s cock.
“Come on, baby girl,” Eren growls against the shell of your ear. “Won’t you let me see this pretty pussy? Been dying to look at it properly.”
His fingers hook into the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side. You’re dripping. Embarrassingly so, strings of slick connecting your folds to the fabric when he pulls it away and he groans like he’s in pain.
“Fuck. Look at her, Toru. She’s fucking soaked.”
Toru’s hips stutter forward, pushing a little deeper into your mouth at the sight. You gag softly but keep going, drool's already slipping down your chin.
Eren’s fingers slide through your folds slowly with deliberate care, coating themselves in your wetness before he finds your clit. Cute little swollen thing, peeking out and begging. He rubs it in tight, mean circles with his thumb while two fingers tease your entrance, not pushing in yet. Just circling. Spreading you open.
“So wet for us,” he mutters. “This little cunt’s been waiting, huh? Knew you needed both of us stretching you out.”
You moan around Toru’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Your hips buck forward into Eren’s hand without thinking, chasing the pressure on your clit.
Toru’s grip tightens in your hair. “That’s it, baby. Keep sucking. Gonna fuck your mouth slow while Eren plays with this perfect pussy. You’re doing so good for us.”
Eren slips one finger inside you, then another immediately, curling them just right while his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless little strokes. You’re shaking now, thighs trembling, drool dripping down Toru’s cock as you try to take him deeper.
Eren hooks his fingers into the thin waistband of your panties now, tugging them down with slow, patient care, down the swell of you ass and the crotch is soaked, from his spit and your sticky slick. Once he gets it off he presses an open mouthed kiss to your pretty cunt, his mouth fully englufing you with no barrier stopping him anymore.
They’ve got you right where they want you, split open between them, mouth full, cunt dripping, completely theirs.
And they’re only just getting started.
Toru’s grip in your hair turns firmer but not cruel, just enough to remind you who’s in control. He rocks his hips up slow, feeding you another thick inch until the head bumps the back of your throat and your eyes water instantly. You gag around him, soft and wet, helpless little sound that makes his abs flex and his breath hitch.
“Fuck, baby… that’s it,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Gag on it. Let me feel that tight little throat squeeze me. You’re so sweet when you try to take it all.”
Tears prick your lashes. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, slicking down his shaft, dripping onto your chin and the couch beneath. You’re messy for him, always so eager to please and he loves it. Loves the way your tongue still tries to swirl even when you’re struggling, the way your cheeks hollow every time he pulls back just to push in again.
Behind you, Eren’s done playing nice.
He’s got your thighs shoved wide, knees hooked over his shoulders now so your ass is lifted just enough for him to bury his face where he’s been dying to be. Rough hands spread your cunt open, his fingers digging into soft, slick flesh, holding you apart like he’s displaying you. You’re so wet it’s obscene: glistening folds, clit swollen and throbbing, strings of arousal clinging to his fingers when he pulls them away.
“Look at this sloppy little pussy,” he mutters against your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over your core. “Dripping all over my hand just from sucking him off. You love being used like this, don’t you?”
Before you can even whimper around Toru’s cock, Eren slaps your pussy, a sharp, wet smack that makes your whole body jolt. The sting blooms fast into heat, clit pulsing harder. You cry out muffled around the thick length filling your mouth.
Eren does it again. Harder. The sound is filthy, each wet smacks echoing in the quiet room. Your hips buck uselessly, cunt clenching around nothing.
“Sensitive already?” he taunts, voice low and mean. Then he spits, right on your clit, a thick glob of saliva landing perfectly, sliding down your folds. He watches it drip with dark eyes before leaning in and dragging his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long, slow stripe.
You sob around Toru. The vibration makes him curse and thrust deeper, holding you there until your nose brushes his pelvis and you’re choking sweetly, and tears streaming.
Eren eats you like he’s starving. Tongue flicking fast over your clit, then sucking it between his lips with hard pulls that make your thighs shake. He alternates: sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your folds, tongue dipping inside to fuck you shallow, then back to circling that needy little bud. Every time you get close, your hips grinding and muffled moans turning desperate, he pulls back. Just enough.
Edging and Torturing you… keeping you right on the brink.
“Uh-uh,” he growls when your cunt flutters, so close you can taste it. Another slap, lighter this time, but it still makes you yelp around Toru’s cock. “Not yet, baby girl. You don’t come until we say.”
Toru’s breathing is ragged now, hips stuttering as he fucks your throat in shallow thrusts. “She’s gonna make me come if she keeps moaning like that,” he warns Eren, but there’s no real complaint in it, just raw need. “Fuck… her mouth’s so warm. So fucking wet.”
Eren hums against your clit, the vibration ripping another choked sound from you. He spits again messily then sucks your clit back into his mouth while two fingers slide inside, curling against that spot that makes your eyes roll back.
You’re shaking. Drooling. Gagging sweetly every time Toru bottoms out. Cunt clenching around Eren’s fingers while he edges you mercilessly with every lick, suck, slap, spit, repeat.
They’ve got you trapped between them, mouth stuffed full, pussy spread and devoured, body trembling on the edge of something massive.
Toru’s thumb brushes a tear from your cheek, almost tenderly and he slips his cock out of from your mouth and taps the tip of his cock to your lips as you catch your breath, smearing bubbly saliva and pre over your lips messily.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking us both so pretty.”
Eren pulls back just long enough to murmur against your dripping folds:
“Gonna let you come soon, baby… but only when you’re choking on his load and begging for mine.”
Your whole body clenches at the promise.
They’re not stopping.
Not until you’re ruined for anyone else.
Eren pulls back from your dripping cunt with a wet, obscene sound, his lips shiny, chin slick with you. He’s breathing hard, eyes dark and blown out like he’s high off the taste. Without a word he shifts, lying flat on his back along the couch, one arm hooked behind his head while the other reaches for your hip.
“Come on, baby,” he rasps, voice rough from all the growling and licking. “Sit on my face. Need this pretty pussy grinding on my tongue right fucking now.”
You’re still dazed, mouth swollen from Toru, thighs shaking from the edging, but the command cuts through the fog. You crawl forward on shaky knees, straddling his head. He doesn’t wait for you to settle. Big hands clamp around your hips and yank you down hard until your soaked cunt is pressed flush to his mouth.
The first swipe of his tongue is filthy, long and flat dragging from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He groans into you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, vibrations ripping a broken moan from your throat. Then he’s eating you messy: lips sucking at your folds, tongue fucking inside shallow and greedy, nose bumping your clit with every tilt of his head. He’s loud about it slurping, sucking and growling against your core like he’s trying to drink you dry.
Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers digging into the back of the couch as your hips rock instinctively, grinding down on his face. He loves it. Encourages it with bruising grips, guiding you to ride his tongue harder and faster.
Toru’s been watching the whole time, stroking himself slow and lazy while you gagged on him earlier. Now he stands up beside the couch, his sweats shoved down to his thighs, cock flushed dark and glistening from your spit. He steps closer, one hand fisting the base while the other cups your jaw, tilting your face toward him.
“Open up again, baby,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Gonna fuck this pretty mouth while he eats you out.”
You part your lips on instinct, still so sweet, so pliant and he slides back in. Not gentle this time. He pushes deep right away, hitting the back of your throat until your eyes water fresh and you gag around him, sloppy and wet. Drool spills immediately, running down your chin, dripping onto Eren’s chest below you.
Toru starts thrusting in, slow at first, letting you adjust, then deeper, harder. One hand tangles in your hair to hold you steady while the other braces on the back of the couch. “That’s it… throat me like a good girl. Fuck, look at you nmgh taking it so sloppy, making such aaah mess.”
Every time he bottoms out you choke. Sweet, wet gurgles that make Eren groan louder into your cunt. The sound vibrates straight through your clit and you buck harder against his face, smearing yourself all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. He doesn’t care. He just spreads you wider with his thumbs, tongue flicking fast over your clit before sucking it between his lips again, relentlessly.
His own hand slips down, his fingers wrapping around his neglected cock, stroking himself in rough, tight pulls while he devours you. The wet schlick of his fist mixes with the filthy sounds of his mouth on your pussy and Toru’s dick sliding in and out of your throat.
You’re caught perfectly between them: hips grinding desperate on Eren’s tongue, throat stuffed full of Toru’s thick length, drool and slick everywhere. Your moans are muffled and broken, vibrating around him every time Eren licks that perfect spot inside you with his tongue.
Toru’s hips stutter, breath hitching. “Fuck… gonna cum soon if you keep choking on me like that, baby.”
Eren pulls back just enough to growl against your folds, words muffled but clear. “Not yet. She comes first. Then we both fill her up.”
He dives back in, sucking your clit hard, tongue flicking merciless while his fingers dig into your ass, spreading you even wider so he can bury his face deeper.
You’re trembling, thighs quaking, so close it hurts.
Toru fucks your mouth faster. Shallow, sloppy thrusts that make spit drip down onto Eren’s abs.
Eren strokes himself harder, hips bucking up into his fist like he can’t help it.
They’ve got you right there teetering, dripping, stuffed full and theirs.
Just a little more.
And you’re going to shatter.
It hits you like a wave you can’t outrun.
Eren’s tongue is relentlessly sucking your clit in hard, pulsing pulls while his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down so you can’t escape even if you wanted to. Your thighs lock around his head, whole body seizing as the pressure snaps. You cum hard shaking. Cries muffled around Toru’s cock, hips grinding down messy and desperate onto Eren’s face. Slick floods his mouth; he drinks it up greedily, groaning deep vibrations straight into your core that drag the orgasm out longer, sharper, until you’re sobbing with it.
Your cunt pulses around nothing, clenching on air, dripping down his chin, his neck. He doesn’t stop licking, not even when you’re twitching and oversensitive. Just softer laps now, soothing the raw edges while you shudder through the aftershocks.
Toru’s been fucking your throat steady, but the way you choke and moan around him when you come tips him over. He pulls back suddenly. Only the fat, swollen tip still resting on your tongue and strokes himself faster and rough.
“Fuck ngh open wide, baby,” he pants. “Gonna, fuck- give it to you.”
You do. Tongue out, lips parted, eyes glassy and teary from everything staring up at him. He groans low, hips jerking, and comes thick, rope after hot, heavy rope painting your tongue white. It’s so much it spills a little at the corners of your mouth before you can catch it all. Warm and salty, thick enough that it clings n pools heavy in the center of your tongue.
He milks the last drops out with slow strokes, smearing the tip across your lips like he’s marking you.
“Don’t swallow it yet, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and soft all at once. “Need to see it first.”
You stay like that, kneeling between them, thighs still trembling from Eren’s mouth, mouth full of Toru’s load. Eren finally eases you up just enough to sit back against the couch arm, pulling you half into his lap so you’re still facing Toru. His hands slide up your sides, possessively, while he watches with dark emerald, hungry eyes.
Toru steps closer. Cups your jaw gently but firm, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where a little escaped.
“Show me,” he says.
You part your lips slowly, careful not to let any spill. Your tongue coated, its thick, pearlescent-white, his cum sitting heavy and pooling in the middle, strings of it connecting to the roof of your mouth when you part wider. It’s obscene. Beautifully yours.
Toru exhales shaky. “Fuck… look at that. All for us.”
He reaches in, two long fingers sliding past your lips, pressing into the warm pool of his own release. He stirs it lazy, coating his fingertips, feeling how thick and sticky it is while you whimper softly around the intrusion. Your eyes flutter, lashes wet.
Then he pulls his fingers out, glistening, dripping, and brings them straight to his own mouth. Sucks them clean and slow, tongue swirling around the digits, tasting himself mixed with the faint sweetness of your spit. His eyes never leave yours, cerulean eyes a hint darker and possessive, like he’s claiming every part of this.
“Sweet,” he murmurs against his fingers. “But not as sweet as you’re gonna taste when we both fill that pretty cunt next.”
Eren’s hand slips between your thighs again, fingers brushing your still-throbbing clit, making you jolt.
“Our turn to mark you inside,” Eren growls low against your ear, nipping the lobe. “Gonna stuff you so full you’ll be leaking us for days.”
You’re still holding Toru’s cum on your tongue, thick, warm and waiting.
Toru leans down, kisses the corner of your mouth softly.
“Now swallow, baby,” he whispers. “Take all of me… then we’ll give you both.”
Your throat works. You swallow slow, feeling it slide down, warm and heavy while they watch like it’s the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.
And when your lips part again, empty now, Eren’s already shifting you, lining himself up.
They’re nowhere near done.
Not even close.
Eren’s hands are already on your hips the second you finish swallowing, rough palms sliding up your sides, guiding you with that same possessive grip he’s always had but never let loose like this. He pulls you forward until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his thighs. Your arms loop around his shoulders automatically, fingers digging into the back of his neck, forehead dropping to rest against his as you try to catch your breath.
He’s hard again, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip from stroking himself while he ate you out. The head nudges against your soaked entrance, slicking itself in your arousal without even trying. You whimper at the contact, hips twitching forward on instinct.
“Easy, baby girl,” Eren murmurs, voice low and wrecked. One hand stays clamped on your hip while the other reaches between you, guiding himself right to your opening. “Gonna take me slow and let me feel every inch of this tight little cunt finally wrap around me?”
You nod dumbly and eager, still hazy from coming so hard, and you start to sink down.
The stretch is immediate. Intense. He’s thick enough that your walls flutter and grip around the head the second it pops inside, and you gasp sharply against his mouth. Eren groans like he’s been punched in the gut, head falling back against the couch for a second before he snaps it forward again to watch your face.
“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes. “Taking me so pretty already.”
You keep sinking down slow and carefully, until he’s buried halfway in. Your thighs tremble from the burn of it and that’s when Toru moves.
He’s been right behind you the whole time, silent and patient, stroking himself lazy while he watched. Now he presses in close, chest flush to your back, one arm banding around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand slides down between your spread thighs.
As you take another inch of Eren, Toru shoves two fingers into your dripping cunt right alongside Eren’s cock.
The stretch doubles instantly. Your walls clamp down hard, fluttering wildly around the sudden fullness. You cry out high and broken, head tipping back against Toru’s shoulder.
“Fuck, baby,” Toru whispers hot against your ear, fingers curling deep, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. “So tight. So fucking full already and we’re just getting started.”
Eren’s hips jerk up on instinct, pushing deeper while Toru’s fingers thrust in shallow, matching the rhythm. The drag is obscene, Eren’s thick length stretching you open, Toru’s fingers rubbing against him through your walls, slick sounds filling the room every time they move.
“You’ll let me stretch this pretty pussy out too, hm?” Toru murmurs, voice all soft velvet as makes it sounds more like a promise than a threat. He scissors his fingers in slower, spreading you wider around Eren’s cock, making room. “Gonna open you up nice and slow so you can take both of us. Gonna feel so good when I slide in right next to him… gonna ruin this little cunt for anyone else.”
You’re shaking between them, overwhelmed and suffed, dripping down Eren’s shaft and Toru’s wrist. Eren’s mouth finds your throat, sucking a fresh bruise while he bottoms out fully, hips flush to yours. The pressure is insane, Eren’s cock throbbing deep inside, Toru’s fingers still working you open, curling and thrusting until you’re clenching so hard it hurts in the best way.
“Goddamn,” Eren growls against your skin. “She’s gripping me like a fucking vice. Keep going, Toru ngh stretch her more. Wanna haah feel you in there with me.”
Toru adds a third finger in slow and carefully and you sob, nails digging into Eren’s shoulders. The burn blooms into heat, into pleasure so sharp it whites out your vision for a second.
“That’s it,” Toru praises, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Such a good girl. Taking us both already. Gonna fuck you together soon… gonna fill you up until you’re leaking us for days.”
Eren starts rocking up into you with shallow thrusts that make his cock drag against Toru’s fingers with every stroke. You’re so full you can barely think, just feel. Just take.
They’ve got you pinned perfectly, in the front and back, cock and fingers, mouths and hands everywhere.
And they’re only warming you up.
Toru’s fingers are still buried deep, three thick digits stretching you wide around Eren’s cock. When he finally starts to pull them out, slow. Every inch drags against your fluttering walls, against the heavy length already filling you, making you whimper and clench harder around Eren.
You’re shaking in Eren’s lap, arms locked around his shoulders, forehead pressed to his as you try to breathe through the overwhelming fullness. Eren’s hands grip your hips like anchors, keeping you seated deep on him while he watches Toru over your shoulder with those emerald, impatient eyes.
Toru’s voice is low against the back of your neck, lips brushing skin. “Gonna replace these fingers now, baby. Gonna slide right in next to him… gonna make this pretty pussy take us both.”
He shifts closer, chest flush to your back again, one hand steadying your waist while the other guides his cock down. The fat, slick head nudges right against your already-stretched entrance, pressing insistently beside Eren’s shaft. You feel the pressure immediately, hot, blunt, and impossible… fuck- it feels impossible and your breath hitches into a soft, panicked whine.
“Shh,” Toru soothes, kissing the curve of your shoulder. “Relax for me. You’ve been so good… you can take it. Just breathe.”
Eren groans low when he feels Toru start to push, feels the thick head crowding in, stretching you further. “Fuck… yeah, push in slow. Let her feel every inch.”
You’re so wet it helps, slick dripping down Eren’s balls, coating Toru’s tip but the stretch is blinding. Toru rocks forward gently at first, just the head breaching you alongside Eren. Your walls burn, fluttering wildly, trying to accommodate the impossible double thickness. A broken sob tears from your throat; your nails dig crescent moons into Eren’s shoulders.
“Too much?” Eren murmurs against your lips, kissing you soft and messy to distract you. “You’re doing so good, baby girl. Look at you, taking two cocks like you were made for it.”
You whine, embarrassed by the fact of his words. Eren soothes you gently, petting your back with slow strokes, shushing you in his arms.
Toru takes that as a sign to sink in deeper, inch by slow, torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt right next to Eren. The fullness is obscene: two thick lengths pressed flush together inside you, walls stretched thin and tremble around them. You can feel every vein, every throb, the way they twitch against each other through the thin barrier of your body.
“Goddamn,” Toru breathes, voice wrecked. His forehead drops to your shoulder, hips flush to your ass. “So fucking tight… can feel him right next to me. Feel how full you are, baby?”
You can’t speak… the words are stuck, you just nod frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. Eren starts moving first. Shallow, careful rolls of his hips that make both cocks drag inside you at once. The friction is electric; every slide rubs them together, rubs against that deep spot that makes your vision blur.
Toru matches him after a moment, pulling back slow while Eren pushes in, then switching. They find a rhythm quick: one in, one out, seesawing deep inside you so there’s never a second you’re empty. The drag is relentless, stretching, filling. Utterly overwhelming.
You’re crying now, soft and overwhelmed sobs into Eren’s neck while your hips start rocking back on instinct, chasing more even though you’re already so full it hurts in the sweetest way.
“That’s it,” Eren growls, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. “Ride us, baby. Fuck yourself on both our cocks. Show us how much you love being stuffed like this.”
Toru’s hand slips around to your clit, fingers finding the swollen bud and rubbing tight, fast circles while they keep thrusting. The added stimulation sends sparks up your spine; you clench hard around them both, making them groan in unison.
“Gonna come again?” Toru whispers hot against your ear. “Gonna soak us both? Milk us until we fill this little cunt up?”
Eren’s thrusts get harder, deeper. Hips snapping up to meet yours. “Come on our cocks, pretty girl. Let us feel it. Then we’re gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping for us so beautifully.”
You’re trembling, teetering, so close again, your body stretched to its limit, clit throbbing under Toru’s fingers, two thick cocks ruining you from the inside out.
They’ve got you pinned, claimed and completely theirs.
And when you shatter this time it’s going to be devastating.
They’re moving in perfect, brutal sync now, Eren thrusting up deep while Toru drives in from behind, cocks sliding against each other inside your stretched, fluttering walls. Every push rubs them together through the thin membrane, friction so intense it makes your eyes roll back. You’re creaming around them. Thick, milky slick coating both shafts, dripping down Eren’s balls and Toru’s thighs with every wet slap of skin on skin.
Your tight walls grip them like a vice, milking desperately as they fuck straight into your cervix, blunt heads battering that deep, sensitive spot over and over. The pressure builds fast, sharp and overwhelming; your tummy bulges visibly with each thrust, the outline of their cocks pressing outward against your lower belly.
Eren notices first. His hand slides down from your hip, palm flattening over the soft swell. He pushes on it firmly, gently and deliberately, right where the bulge is most pronounced.
“Fuck, look at that,” he growls, voice wrecked. “Can feel myself right here… feel how deep we are inside you, baby girl? Stretching her little pussy so wide she’s bulging for us.”
You whimper broken and high, hips jerking between them. The pressure of his palm combined with the relentless pounding sends sparks shooting up your spine. Toru’s hand joins, fingers splaying beside Eren’s, both of them pressing down in tandem as they thrust harder, deeper.
“Gonna make you come like this,” Toru murmurs hot against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Gonna feel you cream all over both our cocks while we kiss your cervix, hm baby want us deep in there?.”
You bite your lip, and it hits you suddenly and violent.
Your whole body locks up, back arching, thighs quaking, a raw sob tearing from your throat as you come harder than before. Walls spasm wildly around them, clenching so tight it drags broken groans from both their throats. Slick gushes out in messy pulses, soaking their cocks, dripping down in thick rivulets. Your vision whites out for a second; you’re shaking, crying, completely lost in the overwhelming fullness and the way Eren’s palm keeps pushing on that bulge, making every pulse of your orgasm feel deeper, sharper.
They don’t stop, can’t stop. They bury themselves to the hilt in one final, synchronized thrust, Eren’s hips snapping up, Toru slamming forward until there’s no space left inside you. You feel them throb, swell, and then they’re coming hard.
Hot, thick spurts flood you at the same time, Eren's cock pulsing deep against your cervix while Toru unloads right beside him, ropes of cum mixing, filling every inch until you’re overflowing. The pressure is insane; your walls flutter helplessly around the double load, trying to take it all but failing beautifully.
Toru pulls back just enough, barely an inch while staying buried deep. His free hand slides down between your thighs, thumb hooking one swollen lip and spreading you open wide. The sight is filthy: your pussy stretched obscenely around both cocks, creamy white cum already leaking out in a fat, slow spurt. It slips from between their shafts thick and pearly dripping down Toru’s length in a heavy trail, coating his balls, pooling on Eren’s thighs beneath you.
“Fuck… look at her leaking us,” Toru breathes, thumb rubbing slow circles through the mess, spreading it over your clit. “So full she can’t even keep it all inside.”
Eren groans low, hips twitching with aftershocks as another small spurt escapes him. His palm stays pressed to your tummy, feeling the faint throb of their cocks still buried deep.
“You’re ours now,” he rasps, kissing your sweaty temple. “This pussy’s marked. Stuffed. Leaking both of us.”
You’re trembling between them overstimulated, full to bursting, cum dripping slow and steady down your thighs. They don’t pull out. Not yet.
They just hold you there, cocks softening slightly but still thick inside, keeping every drop plugged deep while their hands roam lazy over your body.
Claimed.
Ruined.
Theirs.
The room feels heavier now, thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint salt of cum. You’re still straddling Eren’s lap, thighs quivering, body limp and boneless between them. Their cocks are softening inside you, but neither has pulled out yet, just resting there, keeping you plugged full, every tiny shift making a fresh trickle of their mixed release slip out.
Toru moves first.
He eases back slow and carefull, so so gentle, until his cock finally slips free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick gush of cum follows immediately, spilling from your stretched hole, running hot down your inner thighs and dripping onto Eren’s lap. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, walls fluttering around Eren’s length like they’re trying to pull him deeper to compensate.
Toru doesn’t go far.
He leans in close behind you again, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapping around your waist in a loose, possessive hold. His lips find the side of your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses. Trailing up the curve where he’d bitten earlier. Gentle now. Soothing. Each press of his mouth feels like an apology and a promise at once.
“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and wrecked. “Took us both so perfect. Look at you… all messy and full of us.” Another kiss, slower, right under your ear. His tongue flicks out to taste the salt there. “Gonna take care of you now. Promise.”
His hands slide up your sides, warm palms smoothing over ribs, petting you like you’re something fragile and precious. One hand cups the back of your neck, thumb brushing the base of your skull while he keeps kissing your throat, your jaw, the soft spot behind your ear.
Eren’s still buried inside you, half-hard, twitching lazily every time your walls flutter. He shifts just enough to sit up straighter, pulling you flush against his chest so your breasts press to him. His mouth finds yours immediately, a slow, deep kiss that tastes like your own slick and his tongue. Lazy. Unhurried. Like he’s savoring every second now that the frantic edge is gone.
One hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb circling the nipple soft and unhurried, teasing it back to a stiff peak. He pinches gently, rolls it between his fingers, then soothes with the flat of his palm. The other hand stays low, splayed over your lower belly where the bulge has softened but you can still feel the faint throb of him inside.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he mutters against your lips, kissing you again, messy and open-mouthed, tongue sliding slow against yours. “All flushed and leaking us. Our pretty girl.”
He keeps playing with your tits, kneading one while he kisses you deeper, then switching to the other, thumb flicking the nipple until you arch into his touch with a soft whine. Every tug sends little aftershocks through your oversensitive body; your cunt clenches weakly around him, milking another small bead of cum that drips out around his base.
Toru’s mouth never leaves your neck, kissing and sucking soft bruises into fresh skin, whispering praise between each press of his lips.
“So sweet… so fucking perfect… ours, baby. All ours.”
Eren breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against your mouth, “Gonna stay like this a while. Keep you full. Keep you warm.”
His fingers keep teasing your nipple with gentle pinches and slow circles, while Toru’s hands roam your sides, your back, your hips. They’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, soft touches and warm mouths, their low voices rumbling praise into your skin.
You’re boneless between them, head lolling back against Toru’s shoulder, lips parted on shaky breaths, body humming with the quiet afterglow.
They don’t rush.
They just hold you.
Kiss you.
Pet you.
Like they’ve got all night.
Like they’ve finally got what they’ve wanted for so long.
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much to heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
hockey!toji who skates off the ice with blood on his lip, grin crooked, and he already knows exactly where you’re standing before his skates even hit the tunnel floor.
hockey!toji who hears the arena cheer his name above him and barely reacts because the real victory is you rolling your eyes at him from the stands like you didn’t just scream when he scored the winning goal.
hockey!toji who calls out “baby!” across the chaos, and you immediately snap back “absolutely not,” your glare sharp. he grins harder, because he likes it when you look at him like that.
hockey!toji who barrels through the crowd half in gear, half in victory delirium, and wraps an arm around your waist.
hockey!toji who gets shoved in the chest immediately because you refuse to make anything easy for him, even when he’s bleeding and laughing like it’s funny, like it’s nothing.
hockey!toji who ignores every insult you throw at him. “you’re disgusting,” “you smell like a wet dog,” “you’re bleeding,” and just keeps replying “we won though” like it’s the only argument that matters in the universe. well, the argument and you, of course.
hockey!toji who hears the student section erupt into “TOJI’S GIRLFRIEND!” and “THAT'S HIS WIIIIIIFE!” and looks way too pleased about it like he didn’t already plan to show off the second he saw you.
hockey!toji who tightens his hold when you try to step away, lifting you off the ground without effort.
hockey!toji who hears the entire student section start chanting “KISS HER!” and doesn’t even pretend to hesitate.
hockey!toji who kisses you like the game never ended, like adrenaline is still burning in his veins, like he’s trying to prove something to everyone watching and also to himself that you’re real and here and his.
hockey!toji who pulls back just slightly, forehead almost touching yours, and you're still trying to look annoyed but your hands are in his jersey.
hockey!toji who laughs when you shove his face away, smug as hell, because your expression gives you away every single time even when you’re trying to look furious.
hockey!toji who hears the arena erupt again and just smirks like yeah, they can talk. he already knows how the story ends.
Viewing Pleasure
Ship: Enemies to Lovers | Camboy!Jungkook x Reader
Description:
“I could always tell the others, you know,” you bluffed, unable to sound anything other than unsure of yourself. “I could let everyone know that Jeon Jungkook jerks off for strangers on the Internet.”
“Oh yeah?” Jungkook gripped your wrists tighter, keeping them glued to the wall. He leaned in closer, tip of his nose brushing yours now, eyes daring you to look away. You sucked in a breath at his proximity, like you were prey that had fallen into a predator’s trap. “And I could tell everyone that you were one of them. That you watched every single one of my videos and came to my voice like a good girl—“
Warnings: Mean Dom!Jungkook, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Filmed during sex, Creampie, Jungkook cums a lot, threats of blackmail, Pussy Slapping, Masturbation, Oral, Use of Sex-Toys, Breeding Kink, Cum-Play, RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF CUM I am being serious, Jungkook doesn’t have tattoos in this, Jungkook is both hung and wet, degradation/humiliation my specialty, Fingering, Weed, Ass-Play, Rimming (f. receiving), Spit, Praise, #GOONNATION
Word Count: 21.8k
A/N: Enhypen version with Sunghoon can be found on @m-hypen as Your Eyes Only!
Jungkook always had a talent for worming himself into your brain without even trying. He was a no good parasite to your psyche, bringing himself to the forefront of your mind day after day, like the inconsiderate asshole he is.
You never could stand him, not understanding why Namjoon thought he'd be a good addition to the friend group. Sure, he obviously got along with Namjoon well, and Taehyung. But those two got along with anything that breathed, they were easy going like that. What surprised you was that Momo and Nayeon seemed to actually like him too, fond of him, not even indifferent the way you had hoped. You were the only one who didn't seem smitten by him, so clearly you were the problem.
But you weren't.
Jungkook may be charming, welcoming, maybe even a little handsome, but you weren't going to fall for his tricks. No, you were immune to his spell, refusing to fall for the facade he put up. It wasn't that he had done something in particular to set you off at first, some catalyst that sent you both over the edge towards a general disdain. Hell, part of you was admittedly a little curious about him when Namjoon first introduced him.
But there was something about him that made you not trust him, like he was hiding something.
He was always the first to leave the function, heading out way earlier than everybody else. Good luck trying to get him to go out on a Friday night, he always said he was "busy". You guys would have to twist his arm behind his back to convince him to go out for even an hour.
"Maybe he has a girlfriend," Momo suggested when you first brought it up.
"Really? With how I hear him and the other guys talking about sex and such, I wouldn't think so. I mean wouldn't that have come up in conversation by now?" Nayeon questioned.
"Maybe he wants to keep her a secret. With a face like that I'm sure he's got options." Momo thought about it for a moment. "I at least doubt he's completely single, looking like that."
Ah, so that's the kind of man Jeon Jungkook was. You could definitely see it. Every time the others were able to snag him for drinks or some event, he never failed to have at least one girl approach him that night. Sure, Taehyung and Namjoon were immensely attractive as well, but there was always something about Jungkook. He had this inexplicable way of drawing people in, making them want to know more. Whereas others were intrigued by his air of mystery, you were perturbed.
At least, you tried to be. Admittedly you were always paying attention to him, aware of his presence in a room, tuned in when you heard his voice, watching when no one else was.
You noticed more things to dislike, things that others would easily dismiss.
He always had to have the picture retaken a million times if he didn't look good in it by his standards, which is ridiculous, because he looks good all the time. He'll slow you guys down when you passed by something reflective, like a mirror or window, just to fix his hair. He'd do the same to stop and take a photo of something, not even alerting anyone until you noticed a few yards ahead. You later found out he was a photography major, which you supposed made sense, given all the fancy cameras he had despite the fact he was just a college student.
In fact, he always seemed to have really, really nice things. Stuff that no one else your age could afford. A wide variety of cameras that took photos in better quality than your eyesight, Tiffany rings he sported that emphasized how long his fingers were, a Louis Vuitton backpack you were sure cost upward of a thousand dollars. You supposed he must come from a wealthy family, but Namjoon told you his parents were high school teachers.
The more you found out about Jungkook the less made sense. He was an anomaly, a conundrum that drove you insane every time you were near.
You must've been too obvious with your distaste, however, as it even caught Jungkook’s attention.
"You don't really like me, do you?"
You had stepped out during dinner to take a breather, hitting Momo’s THC pen as you took in the quiet. You were having a bit of sensory overload in there, one of the nearby tables having a group of rambunctious kids running around, their parents refusing to actually parent. The food you had been given was wrong and you tried to eat it anyway, just to avoid embarrassing the waiter, but it was a bit too spicy for your palate. The real kicker, however, was that you happened to be sitting next to Jungkook, and suddenly everything else was inconsequential.
He was what was overwhelming.
You could smell his cologne, the scent so alluring you wanted to press your nose against his hoodie to get a better whiff. His profile was perfect in your periphery, but you couldn't risk turning your head to blatantly admire it. The way his fingers wrapped around the utensils, the small clink of his rings against the silverware, like he was daring you to look at his hands— it was tempting you to sin.
All you could do was sit quietly while everyone else participated in lively conversation, ignorant to your dilemma. You tried to breathe in and focus on the sound of the kids squawking a few feet away, but you only manage to breathe in more of his perfume.
You hadn't spoken a word to him, or even looked at him this entire dinner, and already it was too much.
You turned to Momo, nudging her arm. "I need to step outside for a second. Can I hit your pen?"
She nodded, handing it to you from her purse without a thought as you slipped out of the restaurant. You took a few hits, watching the smoke blow out, wondering if it looked that way mainly because of the pen or how cold it was outside. The faint heaviness beginning to form in the back of your eyes brought you some sense of comfort. You hated the cold, shoving your free hand in your pocket, but it was preferable to what was inside.
You thought you had gotten reprieve from the situation at hand; that is, until the situation followed after you.
Which brought you to now.
You stared at Jungkook, almost in disbelief. It wasn't like he had really made much of an effort with you, either. You've never had a real conversation with him, not once. You can't recall him really making any attempts, or you dismissing it. You just assumed he didn't think you were really worth the time, perhaps the least interesting friend in the group. Not that you'd consider him your friend by any means.
Why did he follow you out here?
You take in a deep inhale with the pen, feeling the smoke fill your lungs before blowing it out. "What gives you that impression?"
"We've been sitting next to each other for an hour now and you haven't even looked at me."
You probably would've looked if he were somewhere more convenient, like at the end of the table or right across from you. It felt too obvious to do so when he was directly to your left. You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the fact he had come outside with you just for this conversation. "I was occupied."
"How? You've barely talked the entire dinner." Clearly Jungkook wasn't going to let you get off that easy.
"What about you? It's not like you were making an attempt to chat me up," you pointed out. "You never have."
"Did you want me to?"
You blinked at him, now able to take in how he looked. He was wearing his usual oversized hoodie and jeans, hood draping over his head right above his bangs. His flushed cheeks seemed to be tinged with pink from the cold already. His eyes seemed so dark, almost intense. Perhaps you never noticed because it was never directed at you.
"Why would I?" You're filibustering your bravado now, mind scrambling to make sense of the situation.
"I don't know. We're in the same friend group. We should be friends."
Funny. You didn't think he actually cared about stuff like that.
"We aren't friends," you pointed out.
"We aren't," Jungkook agreed. There's a pause. "Why aren't we?"
"I don't know. You never really tried to get to know me, I figured you didn't care."
"You didn't seem like you wanted me to. You put me at much more of a distance than you do the others," he countered.
"I've known them longer." You tapped your fingers against the pen, suddenly feeling a bit anxious. Why did you feel the need to explain yourself to him? Should you have at least given him a chance? Why didn't you? Because you were afraid of him seeing right through you? Were you just afraid of rejection?
"So you were like this with them when you first met them?" Jungkook questioned.
Shit. "No..." you admitted.
"Then what's the deal?"
"I..." Your mouth opened and closed, searching for some answer.
"Well?" Jungkook said sharply with widened his eyes, agitated by your lack of words.
"I just..." You sucked in a breath, bolstering. "I don't trust you, I guess."
Jungkook seemed genuinely taken aback by your words. He blinked at you, furrowing his thick brows, flabbergasted. "Excuse me?"
Finally he was the one caught off guard. You felt a strange rush of pride at the new sensation. The moment you saw the look on his face you couldn't get enough, all of his incredulous disbelief solely aimed at you. "I mean, yeah. You're practically just a stranger to me who was shoved into my life. It's not like you really seem all that committed, either. I mean, you barely respond to the group chat, you always leave early, Namjoon has to practically threaten your life for you to go out." You looked him in the eye, face unreadable. "Why are you here?"
His lashes fluttered as he took in your assessment, the gobsmacked expression he wore morphing into something darker.
"Fuck you," he hissed.
"Excuse you?" You blanch at his vulgarity.
"Yeah, because I've done absolutely nothing to you, and you apparently had this whole judgement already made without even getting to know me," he huffed. "You make all of these assumptions, say you don't trust me, and act like it's my fault. You never made any effort to get to know me, but apparently you do just from, what, observing me?"
"I've seen enough." You crossed your arms, "Everything I just pointed out was true."
"What? You've been watching my every move, princess?"
Your nose wrinkled in disgust, Jungkook digging under your skin with the sudden, demeaning title. "Don't call me that."
"No?" Jungkook smiled, his fang-like teeth almost blinding you. It was the first time you’d seen him do that to you, but for some reason all you feel is ice. "It's fitting though. Prissy princess who judges people without even trying to get to know them."
The audacity of the man. You were about to sound belligerent if he kept pushing.
"Since when did you care? You've never even tried with me. Like you even give a shit."
"I tried when I followed you out here. Turns out you're just getting high because you can't stand to sit next to me." Jungkook’s eyes darted to Nayeon’s pen in your hand. He didn't seem to be a stoner the way the rest of the group was, always passing the bowl along as your group got high in Joon’s "freak shack". It was just a shed where he kept his motorcycle and some lawn chairs, but it's where you guys typically hung out if you weren't out on the town. You were starting to suspect Jungkook had a general disdain for THC, with you now joining the list of dislikes.
"You're right." You took a big hit of the pen, sucking in harshly and holding it in, just to piss him off further. Smoke tendrils curled around your lips. "I can't fucking stand you."
Jungkook scowled, waving his hand in the air to dissipate the smoke, glaring at you hard. "Feeling's mutual."
You couldn’t help but smirk a bit at that, and it felt like something clicked into place. Maybe this was inevitable, since the very first moment you saw him. Perhaps it was fate. You two never had a chance at getting along, and now you didn't have to pretend any more. You shoved the pen into your purse, turning away from him. "I'm going inside."
Jungkook didn't say anything after that, just following you inside as you both took your seats. You turn to your right, completely away from him, like if he was out of your line of vision he'd cease to exist. You're more animated in your conversation with Nayeon now, almost to make a point. You weren't the problem, he was.
You were unsure if the rest can sense the icy tension between you two, but if they did, they didn’t bring it up. You spent the rest of the dinner talking to everyone but Jungkook, pointedly ignoring him despite the fact he was right next to you.
Maybe you were a little prissy.
—
You had assumed that you and Jungkook would go back to being indifferent towards each other after that conversation.
Boy, were you were wrong.
Now, you two seemed to have formed some sort of relationship, and an unhealthy one at that.
You walked into Namjoon’s freak-shack, having hitched a ride with Momo to get here. The group was sitting in a circle, some in lawn chairs, some in beanbags, others on the floor, right next to the heater. Taehyung was taking a huge rip from the bong, hacking his lungs out as soon as he pops off the top of the tube.
Jungkook was the first to notice your arrival, eyes sliding to you. He looked ridiculously good, spreading his legs from where he sat in Namjoon’s shitty chair, arms crossed. It made you infuriated.
"The princess is here," Jungkook said, not even greeting you directly.
You scowled, stomping in, Momo trailing behind shortly after. Namjoon smiled at you both, slapping Taehyung’s back repeatedly as he tried to recover. "Dude! You guys are going to lose your mind when you try out this strain! My plug really hooked us up," he boasted.
"That's some good shit right there," Taehyung coughed, voice somewhere between a wheeze and a rasp.
You reached for the bong, completely skipping over Jungkook.
Jungkook raised a brow. "Aren't you considerate."
You rolled your eyes, "Like you were going to take a hit anyways."
"Maybe I was," he argued.
"Oh yeah? Come here, take it from me then. See what happens."
Nayeon groaned, shaking her head. "Can you guys not fight right now? You're ruining my buzz."
Ever since that conversation, your interactions with Jungkook were always negative. He was always picking a fight with you now, calling you that nickname he knew drove you crazy, always making some snide comment. You didn’t remember him being this talkative before. You almost missed the days of you two being practically silent around one another.
And yet... there was some strange thrill that came out of arguing with him. It was like a dance, a battle, some back and forth where one would win, but it was never truly over. Sometimes you looked forward to the hangouts just because you knew this was coming. Sure, you couldn't stand Jungkook but... Maybe you just needed to let off steam, and it was easier when you didn't care about the other's feelings.
Jungkook never held back from your sharp tongue, delivering his own blows as well. Hell, sometimes he'd find you alone just to make some snide remark.
"Just like you to assume, huh?"
"What, not good enough for you, princess?"
"I guess that's your call to make, since you know everything and all that."
At first you didn't know what to do with all of the attention Jungkook was now giving you, but there was something addictive about it. Sure, it wasn't positive attention, but it was attention, and it was from him. For some reason it made a world of difference, like in some sick, twisted way you were special, because as far as you were aware, you were the only person he treated like that.
The others might've been annoyed with your constant bickering, but you knew you and Jungkook saw it differently. It was like your way of getting along, the constant jabs leading to... you didn't know what. You wouldn't be surprised if you and Jungkook got in a physical altercation one day, so maybe that. You'd probably be the one to throw in the first punch, anyway.
—
"He's absolutely infuriating! He thinks he's soooo princely, with the quiet, goody two shoes act," you huffed, digging the strap of your bag deeper into your shoulder. "It doesn't help that he's freakishly hot, either. Bastard was never told no in his life, and now all of us have to suffer the consequences."
Here you were again, complaining about Jungkook to your best gal pals. God, they must be sick of hearing about this. Still, you had a pretty good reason for being pissed this time. Mainly that Jungkook happened to run into his friend at your favorite coffee shop, said friend being the man who stood in front of you in line. Charming Jungkook had managed to cut ahead of you to join him, turning back once to give you a cocky grin that confirmed this was absolutely a slight against you.
"You know, you're more alike than you'd think. You're both stubborn, hot heads—" Nayeon began.
"Not good qualities to share," you reminded.
"Both of you enjoy that disgusting Cheerwine soda, are on weird sides of TikTok, and somehow find a way to be cold in 70 degree weather, " Momo interjected. "And you collect physical media!"
"Woo, capitalism?" you fake cheered. "Not my point. He's too infuriating to even think of that way."
"I think you're just too pent up lately. Stressed. You should probably get laid," Momo laughed. "It's been a while for you. I know I wouldn't have lasted as long as you have. I'd be feeling like I could explode any minute."
"Trust me! Accurate assessment. The problem is I haven't met anyone I want to fuck," you sighed.
"You admitted Jungkook was attractive," Nayeon pointed out.
"Yeah, I mean sure, he is. I'd probably fuck him if I didn't know him." You rolled your eyes. As much as you couldn’t stand his guts, you had reckoned that the very first thing you thought when you saw him was lustful. lustful, like, if Jungkook ever found out today you thought it, he’d get a restraining order. "Very unfortunately for me, I do know him. And I also know that I can never even entertain the idea of letting that two eyed cretin get the better of me."
"I suggest you just wack off in the mean time," Momo shrugged. "I know my right hand has done more for me than any man ever has."
"Same," Nayeon agreed.
"Trust me ladies, I've got gooning down to a science. Lately though nothing's hitting the spot." It was incredibly common for the three of you guys to be way too comfortable with each other. Oftentimes you guys were providing TMI on your hookups, sending each other twitter links, sharing kinks, or straight up watching porn together just to give commentary. They were more than familiar with your masturbation-addiction, given the fact that you hadn't been touched by another in literal years.
"I thought those audios you found were helping?" Momo inquired.
"Yeah, but there's only one creator I like, and he's been on hiatus lately. I've got all of the materials he's released so far memorized at this point." You shook your head. "I need to find a new field to discover."
"What've you covered so far?"
"The basics. Pornhub, twitter, manga, hentai, audios, Reddit, GIFs, Rule34, tumblr, AO3, pretty much any fanfiction site actually." You counted out the different websites with your fingers, emphasizing your efforts. "I probably have a problem at this point, actually."
"Have you ever tried like, live stuff?" Nayeon questioned.
"What do you mean?"
"Like people who film themselves in real time getting fucked or jacking off. Cam-people," she clarified.
"You mean like OnlyFans?" You pursed your lips. "I see the bots all the time under posts on Twitter. They've never really intrigued me. I’d feel little pathetic with the idea of paying for porn when there's so much of it that's free on the internet."
"Some of it’s free. Frankly most of it unless you get into someone specific. There’s camming websites too. I go to one particular site, it's pretty niche. It's none of that corny, bad acting, fluorescent lighting, bullshit. Granted, I'm mainly looking for the girl ones, but I know there's a guys section as well." Nayeon shimmied her shoulders for encouragement. "Who knows? Might fix the lone-rut you’re in, at least, until you fix your actual rut."
"Fuck it, send me the link," you shrugged. "It can't hurt to try."
—
You scrolled through the website Nayeon had shown you with little preamble, the array of cock and pussy on your screen barely disconcerting. You looked at so much porn nowadays that you were quite literally desensitized. It was hard to find anything that particularly peaked your interest, the flesh tones in each individual box blurring together as you rolled the wheel on your mouse on and on into the abyss.
Finding no luck through the explore page, you head over to the Top Trending section; perhaps what was currently most popular would give you some idea where to start.
Watching people jerk off never had much appeal to you. How much could a person do on their own, anyways? Part of what was typically so exciting about porn was seeing two or more people come together, seeing their desires mix and fight with the others, almost in battle.
But hey, maybe there was something you were missing. There had to be a reason this particular field was so popular.
You go to the top videos on the camboy section of the website, eyes barely registering the tan, muscled figure in the thumbnail. Your eyes briefly skim over the username and attached description. Goldenboy. I like it messy. Nice hook. That was enough for you. Clicking on the top trending video without much fanfare, and instantly it's like the wind had been knocked out of you.
It wasn't because of the toned abs and big dick, which you had come to expect already. It wasn't even the pretty lips and sharp jawline that hovered at the top of the screen, perfectly parted and letting out drawn out, breathy moans.
No, it was because of how wet the cock on your screen was, standing tall, pre-cum oozing from the tip and down over delicate fingers, trickling along his balls to pool into the seat of his gaming chair, lone drops spilling from the edge. The camboy jerking off on your computer was so obscenely wet, the sounds of his hand playing with his cock filling your headphones. He wouldn't even need lube, you suspected, probably ready to go always if this is how wet he already was. It looked like he had cum all over himself already, and he was still hard, cock twitching in his hand as it slammed down to his balls repeatedly, spreading the mess everywhere.
Goldenboy moaned, a long, drawn out sound that made your toes automatically curl.
"Fuck, baby..." The deep bass of his voice itched a sweet spot in your brain, making you fully tune in to him. "Gonna make me cum so hard..."
You shifted in your seat, rubbing your thighs together as you watched him lean over, spitting on his cock with a thick wad that dangled from his lips for a moment, hovering over the head before dripping all the way down.
He smiled, a small smirk caught on screen as he smeared his spit along with the cum, making his lap even messier.
"Think a slut like you deserves it?"
You found your mouth automatically watering, drool pooling inside as you imagined running your tongue up from the man's balls to his tip, collecting his cum as you go until you had enough to swallow and do it all over again. You knew instantly that if you ever had the chance to get with a guy like him, you wouldn’t waste the opportunity.
You clicked on Goldenboy’s profile and looked at what else he had. A plethora of old videos appeared, but each slightly grey and with a lock symbol on the thumbnail. The time stamps on the videos taunted you, some quick enough for an addicting loop, some long enough for you to edge along with him.
Subscribe for access to Goldenboy’s additional content.
Your eyes slid between the profile picture and the different thumbnails, and you bit your lip at the realization.
"Shit."
—
Some might think it's silly to pay $10 a month to jerk off, but clearly they hadn't been introduced to the wonderful world of Goldenboy the way you were.
Oh, how little they know.
Quickly the cam-site had become your favorite streaming service, the link automatically filling into the search engine when you began to type the first few letters.
Goldenboy was addicting , to say the least.
He had variety. Different themes or costumes he would wear for special occasions. The rings he used the decorate the hands he fucked his cock with, the string of curses he let out every time he came, the dirty words he said to his followers. The man was a treat in every facet of the word. He had an aura permeable even through the screen, and even though you couldn't see his face you knew he was attractive. He had that cocky, smug attitude of someone who knew they were hot.
He was definitely just as big as he appeared. It was harder to garner the size in comparison to his hand, needing two wrapped around to cover the entirety of the shaft alone. On one stream he was requested to compare it to something, and your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as he held it next to Dasani water bottle.
He smirked, watching the chat come to life, losing their minds at his gargantuan size. Commenting about how good he'd make it hurt, how deep he could go, how full they'd feel.
"Aw, don't be like that. I'd make it fit, don't worry," he assured, his voice sweet in a mocking way. "I'll make you take it."
Sometimes, for the first few minutes of the streams, when viewers were entering the chat and buzzing with their comments, he'd tilt his head and smile. Like something someone said really amused him, and somehow he was able to make someone feel special from who knows how far away.
"That's cute baby. Real cute." He let out an ominous chuckle, one that said you didn't even know what was coming. "Want me to show you how cute I find it?"
He knew how to switch up the vibes, drive people crazy with his teasing. He could edge himself for the entire hour, until his cock was a pathetic, dripping mess, flushed red and aching to cum, just like the rest of you were. Still, he'd refuse to finish himself off yet, wanting to push everyone else to the brink with him only until he allowed it.
"Impatient little sluts," he hissed, squeezing his balls, neglecting his cock as it dangled in the air untouched. "You're not in control. I am. You sit there and edge like a good girl until I say, that's how this works."
Other times he'd waste no pretense, mean from the get go, spewing filth as his followers went wild in the chat.
"No," he spat, a sneer on his lips as fisted his cock, using a pocket pussy a viewer had purchased from his wishlist, finally breaking it in. "I wouldn't give you it. Just another brat who needs to learn her lesson, I bet. I'd slap your cunt raw and cum on it after for good measure. I wouldn't even fuck you."
You've begun commenting as well, joining the influx of subscribers vying for his attention, many of your additions being lost in a sea of desperation. You were just another faceless user, starving for another stranger on the screen.
There was one time you were able to catch his eye, though.
prettyprissy02: wonder if that big cock's actually good for something
You had commented at the perfect time, right when there was a slight lull in the chat.
Goldenboy mouthed along to your words, reading it, a breathless smile on his face at your audacity.
"Good for something, huh?" He shook his head as if in disbelief. "Real brat we have in the chat, huh? I can think of something it'd be useful for."
He licked his lips, another bead of pre-cum sliding down and over his hand, taunting you.
Your hands flew to the keyboard, heart racing at having him reply to your comment.
prettyprissy02: yeah? like what
He hummed, as though he were deep in thought. He tilted his head to the side, his voice a sweet caress. "Shutting that whore mouth."
His words rang in your ears, and you swore you never came as hard in your life as you did that night.
Safe to say, you were perhaps a bit more calm now with the help of Goldenboy. He had so many videos, endless content for you to spend nights obsessing over. You practically had the sound of his moans etched into your brain, and you now had something to look forward to every Friday night, when his weekly shows were. The amount of orgasms the man had helped you through by now was almost enough for you to entirely forget what anger brought you to him in the first place.
Almost.
—
You had begged Momo and Nayeon to leave you be and skip out on the group's Saturday game night. As much as you're typically jumping to beat everyone in a round of Catan off of 3 glasses of wine, you admitted to them you'd much rather goon at home and get your daily does of 5 nuts.
Unfortunately, your friends didn't see that as a good enough excuse.
Normally you were especially excited about game nights, always looking forward to rubbing your victory in Jungkook’s face. Tonight, however, your mind was focused on the thought of rubbing something else in Goldenboy’s face, and your lack of concentration showed in your performance.
While Tae and Momo played a round of MarioCart on Joon’s only Wii controls, the rest of you played Catan, your favorite board game on a usual night.
It seemed, however, that the familiar hexagons would do little to distract you from the constant need you felt nowadays. Your strategy was unpolished, your moves predictable. Today the dice weren't on your side, and every time your mind drifted to a certain camboy you took a sip of wine, which ended up resulting in you getting more fucked up than intended. And horny, super-shockingly enough.
Jungkook had even managed to take you off your game, today, managing to beat you in a round of Catan despite the fact you had been the reigning champion. Usually you could strategize against him with ease, with your petty moves of cutting off his routes and stealing his resources. Today, though, you were off the ball, mind too preoccupied with the thought of a wet cock and the wine in your system only encouraging it.
The anger that you felt after you lost, being the sore loser that you are, only ignited your frustration further.
Jungkook was so smug about it, too, no doubt soaking in the feeling of revenge, every time you gloated about beating him now coming to the forefront. "Not in it today, princess?" He teased, watching you quietly stew in rage. "Clearly your mind must be somewhere else for you to play this terribly. You must be losing your touch."
You felt your blood boiling at his words, mainly because he was right. You had spent so long with your turns today, too, your mind drifting to Goldenboy and what he was doing right now, clips of his videos running in your mind like a movie.
"Shut up, Jeon. You got lucky once, big deal. Doesn't change the fact I beat you every other time," you scowled, quickly grabbing your pieces to pack the game away, flicking one of his houses back to him.
"Sore loser," he taunted, pesky grin on his face.
That required you to down another glass to wipe the disgusting image from your head.
You later stumbled into the kitchen, instinctively opening up the app (because yes, you were so down bad you decided to download an app to a porn site) and open Goldenboy’s page.
You don't see any new videos, and the thumbnail from last night's stream glares at you with familiarity. All you see is a new community note.
It's a picture of his veiny hand over the bulge in his jeans, the tan skin contrasting nicely with the denim, his grip teasing and firm. The picture was taken too closely for you to see anything in the background, forced to focus only on his long fingers and tight fabric. The caption was enough to make your mouth water.
Want a taste?
You groaned, refilling your empty glass with another round of Chardonnay. You have only two things on your mind right now: your hatred for Jungkook, and your lust for Goldenboy. Unfortunately the white wine in your system only makes you more vulnerable to your inhibitions.
You heard a noise from the pantry, the shadow inside dancing with the light, and in your drunken stupor you swung the door open.
Jungkook stared at you, wide-eyed, shocked. You didn't even think to ask what he was doing inside of a closed pantry, instead scowling at him and marching over.
"You!" You pointed your finger at him, crowding into his space until his back was pressed against the shelves, and you were slamming the door behind you.
Jungkook seemed equally bewildered that you trapped him in a pantry, his eyes giving a faux innocent look that would've made a more naive you swoon. He didn’t seem that drunk, at least, not as drunk as you.
"What's your deal, huh?" You pressed your manicured finger to his chest, as though trying to push him further back when there was no space for him to go. "You just get under my skin and walk away, over and over again."
"I do," Jungkook admitted.
Your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing at him as you pressed your hand against him, trying to steady yourself. "Why? Do you just like riling me up, is that it?"
"Please, don't act like you're so innocent." Jungkook’s long fingers wrapped around your wrist, securing your hand against his chest as he glared back at you, yanking you closer. His large hand completely dwarfed yours, reminding you of who was bigger, stronger, just how much smaller you were in comparison. Whereas you looked more flushed after drinking, he just looked brighter, his face glowing like moonlight inches away from yours. You knew he had to be somewhat drunk as well, having watched these same fingers curl around the stem of a wine glass repeatedly throughout the night, his Adam's apple bobbing along the column of his throat as he drank, mocking you. It kept reminding you of Goldenboy, and how the muscles in his neck moved as he gulped down the saliva pooling in his mouth when he started to reach the edge, sometimes failing to swallow enough and allowing the drool to slip down the corner of his lips, begging for someone to lick it up. "You're just as guilty as me."
"And how is that, huh?" Your hand curled into his hoodie. You briefly wondered what he looked like beneath clothes. Would he have the same broad shoulders, toned abs, and rock hard, perfect biceps that Goldenboy did? He usually dressed in hoodies and sweats, letting them swallow his taller frame. You've never even seen him shirtless, the goddamn vampire always stepping out in a swim shirt on pool days to protect his ivory skin. Your gaze couldn't help but rake down his form, taking in the oversized hoodie and the denim jeans that reminded you of the photo you just saw.
"You enjoy pissing me off, too. Don't deny it." He leaned in a bit closer, as though to say he weren't intimidated by you trapping him in here. "You wouldn't be in here picking a fight if you didn't like it."
Your mind spun from both the alcohol and the accusation, and you didn’t want to confront the feeling bubbling in your gut either way.
"I think you're just projecting. You want attention from be so bad, you don't care how you get it," you shot back.
"Me?" he questioned incredulously, brows raised. "Wanting attention from you? When you were the one who followed me in here? You just can't leave me alone, can you? I'm always in that pretty head of yours, huh?” He tilted his head, patronizingly, like you were something to be pitied. “I don't even have to try, you're just that easy."
"Eat shit." The words sounded half-assed even to you.
"You know what I think?" Jungkook asked, inching closer, making you feel crowded even though you were the one who cornered him in the first place.
"Fun fact: I don't care to," you snarled, crossing your arms.
Jungkook didn't listen, though. He continued as if your defensiveness was meaningless.
"I think you act like a brat because you're just fucking needy. You want someone to touch you so bad you don't even know how to act anymore." His eyes burned into yours as he said it, words low to let them sink into your skin and read you for filth.
Your mouth went dry, and suddenly you're at a loss. Jungkook’s gaze grazed over your face, so heavy you could almost physically feel when it dragged over your lips.
"Why the fuck are you even in a pantry?" You attempted to switch subjects, gain footing, as though finally registering the spices to your right and ramen packets to your left.
"Wanted to be alone for a second, and Joon’s hogging the bathroom," Jungkook excused quickly, his words easy. "The real question is, why are you in here with me?"
You opened your mouth to answer, his question rendering you silent. He looked at you, waiting on a response, that infuriating smirk gracing his lips again as he realizes you're scrambling for a response.
The alcohol was making your thoughts all fuzzy, and you curled your fist tighter around the collar of his hoodie, gripping onto him.
"Oh? No snarky remark?" Jungkook chuckled, finger lightly tapping against your hand from where it was still wrapped around your wrist. "That's not like you."
"Shut up," you gritted, trying to press him further against the shelves. He was too strong though, pushing against you, leaning in despite your grip on his clothes.
"Were you that desperate to be alone with me, that it?"
The question made you freeze, stunned by his words. You weren’t even able to give a proper response before the pantry door was suddenly yanked open, and the two of you were forced to look at a very confused Namjoon.
He blinked at the two of you, processing the scene, Jungkook’s back pressed against his soup cans and your hand curled into a fist at the base of his throat. Both of you stared at him with wide eyes, caught in a moment that almost seemed intimate.
"Uh... is everything good here?" Namjoon asked, eyes darting between you.
You quickly let go of Jungkook, stepping back and pushing your way past Namjoon, shaking your head of the many thoughts that flooded your mind the second before he showed up. "Peachy," you grumbled, slipping away.
You took a deep breath, wiping down the hand that was on Jungkook, like that alone would erase the feeling of the texture of the fabric. You couldn't believe, drunk or not, that you had let yourself lose to Jungkook not just once, but twice in one night.
What shocked you more was the tension you felt in the small, cramped space. His body close to yours, the alcohol making you bold and reckless.
For some reason, it felt less like a fight and more like foreplay.
—
You were half-determined to cancel plans with your friends for the upcoming party. Truth be told, you would've rather spent your Friday night tuned into an Goldenboy livestream, happily gooning away with him for the umpteenth time.
Unfortunately for your plans, he shied away from his loyalty to his schedule, announcing in a community post that he would be opting out of this week's broadcast, and would instead post a prerecorded video on the following Saturday. Sure, you were excited about that, but still. Something about the thrill of seeing him in real time, having him read your comments, the command he had on your body from who knows how many hundreds of miles away— it was impossible to beat.
Still, you supposed it'd be better to distract yourself from the disappointment. That was really your only other plan anyways. You might have to seek therapy if you started to let your addiction to touching yourself control your social life, too.
Still, Nayeon could be very persuasive, and despite the fact that you almost fought Jungkook in a pantry last time you were all together, she insisted you had to join them tonight, and even though you didn't want to be out in the first place, there were conditions.
"Can you at least try getting along with Jungkook tonight?" Nayeon begged, cute pout on her lips. "At least apologize to him for trying to fight him last week, at the very least."
You crossed your arms, hating how often it was now being brought up against you. "I was drunk. I barely remember how we even got there in the first place."
"It looked like you were going to either kiss him or punch him, according to Namjoon."
"Namjoon doesn’t know shit about shit," you huffed, exhausted with the topic at hand already."Can we please stop talking about it? I want to put it behind me.”
"Promise me you'll at least try to apologize."
You rolled your eyes, giving a reluctant nod. "I'll try."
You and the girls ended up showing up late, mainly due to Momo spending what felt like forever to do her makeup. The boys were already inside, apparently, and Nayeon had disappeared from your side in search of them. Momo, on the other hand, searched for a drink, offering to get you one.
You declined, still embarrassed by the events from last time you drank. If you were going to make some form of amends with Jungkook, it'd be best to do it without the help of tequila.
You yourself walked through the crowds, trying to see if you could spot the guys, or perhaps anyone you knew and wanted to avoid. Maybe if you avoided Jungkook all night you could lie to Nayeon and say you got the job done. Maybe Jungkook had already forgotten about the incident, and chalked it up to be another typical fight that transpired between you.
You doubted it, though. You knew Jungkook well enough at this point that you suspected he would hold it over your head, taunting you with it.
For what part, exactly, you were nervous to find out.
Finding no luck inside, and irritated from constantly bumping into others in general, you decided you needed a place to properly breathe.
You stepped out on the porch, welcoming the autumn air, surprised to run into Jungkook of all people.
Shocked to see him with a joint between his lips, mainly.
"I didn't know you smoked," you couldn't help but quip, mind racing back to the last time you were together, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the memory. You wondered for a moment if it bothered him the way it bothered you. You thank your lucky stars you weren't fucked up right now the way you were last time you saw him. Otherwise you'd probably be leaning him against the railing, threatening to fight him then and there. Or worse, you might kiss him just to shut him up, maybe bite on his tongue for both good measure and punishment.
Jungkook turned his head to you, and for once it wasn't with a mocking sneer or look of general disdain. No, he looked a lot like how he did those last few seconds at Namjoon’s house. More smug, more knowing, like he had a secret you wanted to know. You couldn't help but feel yourself be drawn in. He stared at you, face morphing to one of guard and caution. He blew out smoke, eyes intense, his expression barely illuminated from the light inside and the moonlight overhead. "Gonna tell on me?"
You shook your head, stepping forward. "Snitches and stitches, however it goes."
You leaned against the railing with him, and he offered you the joint, your fingers barely brushing with his as he passed it. You're surprised he's even offering, half expecting him to tell you to fuck off for the pantry-stunt you had pulled. Perhaps this strain made him a bit more tolerable. You inhaled deeply, watching the tip of the joint glow orange again, holding the smoke in your lungs before letting it billow out of your lips. Jungkook watched you intently, eyes never leaving your face, quiet.
You eyed him, wondering why he was suddenly acting so nice to you. Was it the weed? If this was high-Jungkook, you could certainly get used to him.
"What brings you up here?" Jungkook asked, taking the joint from you. "I hope not to threaten my life again. Should I step away from the ledge?"
You rolled your eyes at his over-exaggeration. "I don't recall ever threatening your life, Jungkook."
"Really? I remember differently," he hummed. "Like you shutting the door behind you and shoving your fist by my neck."
You felt your face burn at the memory. "You're so overdramatic."
"Look who's talking."
There's a beat of silence, both of you staring at each other in the dark, the smell of weed in the air.
"Wasn't in the mood to party, I guess," you said honestly, a small shrug in your shoulders. "I wasn't even planning to be here, tonight, actually. Kept thinking about what I would've rather been doing tonight, instead."
"Which is?"
Oh, fucking myself to some stranger on the Internet, like scheduled.
"Being at home." You're struck with how much eye contact he makes with you now, gaze never leaving yours as he breathes in deeply and lets the smoke escape his lips Were his eyes always as captivating as this? You supposed you never thought about it much when you were arguing. "Plans got in the way."
"You mean this party? Why even go?"
"It's not the party." You sighed, thinking about the best PG way to word it. While you had no problem telling Momo and Nayeon the problem bluntly, you knew better than to give your worst enemy the knowledge that you have nothing better to look forward to than gooning at home. "I have this show I watch every Friday, but there's no new episode this week. I went to this because that was really my entire plan for tonight."
"I get what you mean." Jungkook passed the joint back to you.
"What about you?" You accepted the offering, taking in a deep breath. It must've been too much, though, because you're coughing out when you finish the question, barely managing to hack it out. "I thought this wasn't your scene?"
Jungkook surprisingly reached for your back, patting it as you continuously cough. The way he rubbed your back soothingly was enough to jar you, and you quickly glared up at him when your heart skipped a beat. You prayed the fabric of your clothes and the combination of weed is enough for him to not feel it. He only gives you a small smile, one you're unable to discern in the dim lighting.
"It's not so much that." He removed his hand once you straightened your back and quit your hacking, and oddly enough you missed his warm touch in the cold already. "Let's just say my plans fell through, too."
"I gotcha." You passed him the joint again, eyes raking over his outfit. The all black fit of dark jeans, a black shirt, and black and blue jacket on top, was enough to shroud him in the shadows that surrounded you two. The dulled music from inside and the sound of the night around you felt intimate, almost in another time entirely. Was this the weed? "I'm, uh, sorry for last time, by the way."
"Oh? What for?"
"For being so... aggressive, I guess." You didn't know how to properly word it. Sorry for almost choking you out? Sorry for thinking about kissing you while I did it?
"I think I'm used to it from you at this point," he shrugged, taking in a deep inhale of the joint.
You nodded quietly, subtly shivering from the quiet cold of the night sky.
In comparison to his warmer fit, you're dressed quite immodestly. Luckily it's not freezing outside, but it's not exactly hot either. With the help of a liquor coat it would've been pleasant, but tonight it would just have to be tolerable.
"Do you want to wear my jacket?"
You felt as though you were pulled out of a trance, barely registering his question. "Huh?"
He's already shrugging the black and blue outerwear off, slinging it around your shoulders. The weight of the leather is comforting, the oversized fit of it covering most of your outfit. "Here. You can wear it until we go back in."
You breathed in deeply, no weed this time, Jungkook’s cologne now filling your senses. "Er—Thank you."
He whipped out the last of the joint, now close to a nub. He relit it, the fire from the lighter highlighting his handsome features in the night. He breathed it in again, sliding the lit joint to you, tendrils of smoke escaping from his lips. "Last hit. Want it?"
You accepted, taking the roach and sucking in until the embers ate away to the filter. You eyed Jungkook suspiciously, cocking your head to the side. "Why're you being so nice to me?"
Jungkook looked almost taken aback at your question. "I dunno," he said. "You're not acting bratty for once."
Your blood ran cold the second you hear the word brat, like you were some sort of sleeper agent or something. Suddenly it was like something else was taking over you, making your mind drift to dangerous territory when it came to him. For a moment you thought about actually flirting with Jungkook, a small secret in the quiet of the night. You forgot that you're you, and he's him, and this shouldn't even be happening right now. Had his tune changed after you practically threatened him in a pantry? Had the ambiance of produce made it where he could suddenly tolerate your presence?
You swallowed, trying not to think about what could've happened if you let yourself forget for a moment that Jeon Jungkook was practically the bane of your existence. If you had never known him at all, if you were just two strangers, sharing a joint in the night, having a rare moment alone from all of the chaos inside? Would you flirt? Would you be able to bring him home with you? Perhaps go to his? Would he treat you like the brat he accused you of being?
You let yourself think for a second about what it'd be like to be Jungkook’s for a night, and wondered in the back of your mind if his mind was reeling just as yours was. If this moment felt a little more loaded than it should for him, too. No words in particular, no action, just the quiet knowledge that this wasn't casual for either of you.
Would Jungkook be like Goldenboy? You wondered. Would Jungkook speak that nasty? Give filthy words and lewd promises? Just hearing the word brat leave his lips... He sounded so much like your favorite pornstar that your body immediately tuned into it.
No, you couldn't think like that. You couldn't think of that. You had to snap back into reality.
Instead, you leaned into the feeling of the heaviness in your eyes, the effects of the weed. You couldn’t stop looking at him, tracing the features on his face, the half-lidded look in his eye from the weed, the way the breeze floated his bangs oh so gently over his brows, all accompanied with the husky, Jungkook aroma you were breathing in now. It was like you were being completely consumed by him, and he hadn't so much as touched you. Your eyes raked up and down his form, scanning his outfit, recognizing the logo on the shirt.
"You like The Weeknd?" You rose a quizzical brow, recognizing the t-shirt from the merch lines that spend what felt like forever standing in.
"Yeah. Saw him when he was in the area in August."
"You're kidding! I was at that concert, too." You're surprised Jungkook liked that artist. He didn't seem like the type.
Now it was his turn to raise his dark brow at you. "You like The Weekend?"
"Yeah, I love his music. I hate his acting stuff, though. Don't get me started on The Idol, that shit was so ass. But separate the art from the artist I guess, his music's still good. I have, like, all of his records on vinyl," you boasted. You thought back to Nayeon’s request of you, and how nice Jungkook had been to you so far. "You could... um... borrow one, if you want."
Jungkook looked as though he were genuinely off guard, shocked by your offer. "Really?"
"I mean, I guess. I prefer listening on vinyl, personally. I don't know if you have a record player, though."
"I do."
You were becoming more and more perturbed with how much you and Jungkook seemed to have in common. "Oh, um, cool. I guess I'll give you one after class then. Any requests?"
"None in particular."
"Cool. Guess it'll be a surprise, then."
—
You twiddled with the straps of your tote bag, occasionally glancing inside it to make sure all of the contents were inside, as though someone managed to pickpocket you in this empty hallway within the last five minutes. For some reason you felt a bit nervous, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for Jungkook’s photography class to end. You only knew he had this class because both of yours were in the same building and ended at the same time, and you had the displeasure of bumping into him on numerous occasions this semester.
You glanced down at the blue SOS album cover, internally cursing yourself that you didn't bring The Weeknd's Trilogy, but you tend to overthink. Surprise me, he said. And silly little you, you wanted to obey. He would've probably suspected you'd bring something from the completed collection you bragged about; so, you thought about what else he might enjoy. You, thinking about Jungkook’s preferences, baffling!
He seemed to like R&B, and one of your favorite albums was by SZA. It was one you found yourself always coming back to, especially lately. Perhaps you were curious as to what his thoughts were.
You only left your class 5 minutes early because you completed the professor's survey already. It wasn't like you were anxious to see him or anything.
The door opened and students came flooding out, the class having been dismissed. Your eyes parry through the faces, searching for Jungkook’s, but as the current of students slowed to a trickle, you didn't see him.
Was he the type to skip often? You wondered. He didn't seem like the type. Then again, you barely knew him at all, really. He was just some stranger you were forced to hang out with constantly, who drove you up a wall and made you want to pull out your hair.
You peeked inside, spotting a few students dotting along the rows of seats, putting away their remaining supplies, talking to the professor or other students. You spotted Jungkook speaking with another guy, unaware of your presence. You debated waiting for them to go into the hall, but your anxiety was getting to the point where you knew you should get it over with before you psyche yourself out.
You hesitantly approached, getting in Jungkook eyesight. He looked up, furrowing his brows, confused by your appearance. "Y/N?"
You don't even get the chance to respond before the other friend turned as well, spotting you. "Y/N? As in pantry-girl?"
He slapped his hand over his mouth, realizing what he just blurted out. His eyes were wide, apologetic, darting between you and Jungkook.
Jungkook sighed while your face burned, and he nudged his friend in annoyance. "Thanks, Jimin."
Jimin grimaced, bowing his head down and grabbing onto his backpack. "I'll just... go. Sorry." He headed toward the back of the class, the wince still evident on his face. "It was nice meeting you."
The two of you watched him as he ran away from the awkward situation, and you glared back at Jungkook once his friend disappeared. Without the help of being under the influence, you were finding your confidence around him to be deteriorating. "Telling everyone that, are we?"
"You did have me trapped in there, you know."
"Oh please! You could've easily yanked the door open or shoved me to the wall too, if you wanted to."
"Believe it or not, I'm too much of a gentleman."
"Bullshit. I wouldn't want your gentleman act anyway, even if it was real." You shook your head, irritated. "Clearly you aren't one to be completely honest. I guess my gut was right."
"Please, when someone asks what you were up to over the weekend, why wouldn't you mentioned being shoved into a pantry?"
"One you were already in, for some reason!" You cocked your head at him, narrowing your eyes. "Which you still haven't given a proper explanation for, actually."
"Maybe I was hungry."
"Or maybe you're just lying again." You rose your brows expectantly.
Jungkook sighed, agitated. "Why're you here, anyway? To argue with me? What, are you that needy for attention?"
You suddenly remembered what he had snarled in your ear that night, and how it made you feel, and now you're tempted to forget your gift entirely. But what would you say? That you really did just barge in here to pick a fight with him, just like he accused you of?
You reached into your tote bag, pulling out the vinyl, and shoved it to his chest, averting your gaze to avoid eye contact.
"Surprise, asshat," you muttered, stepping back to let him hold it and turning away, stomping out of the classroom.
Thank goodness it's Friday.
—
You tuned into Goldenboy’s scheduled live stream, desperate to blow off some steam and get rid of the pent up frustration Jungkook built within you. While you knew very well the saying of don’t let 5 minutes waste your whole day, you couldn’t help it. Hours later and your blood was still boiling finding out Jungkook was talking about you with what’s-his-face.
As usual, Goldenboy started it in an unfairly flattering fit, light blue button down and black slacks complimenting his figure nicely. You wondered if he was going to do role play today. Perhaps act like the chat was his employee, and he their boss, punishing them for terrible work? Fuck, you still couldn't get over the boyfriend roleplay he did one stream.
"Hi, subs," Goldenboy started out, like always. "You brats miss me?"
You felt the urge to nod your head violently. Yes, so much. Even though you rewatched his past videos like a favorite show, you missed him. Missed seeing him live, watching his brain melt away at the same time as yours.
The chat flooded with greetings. He answered a few about his day. Surprising. How was school? Exhausting. Fuck anyone you could show us? Funny.
An R&B song you recognize plays in the background, a song you had practically memorized by now.
After two or three minutes, though, there were plenty of viewers, and it was time for the show to begin.
royalty._.queen: show us ur dick already
"Oh? Is that how we ask for things?" You imagined he rose a brow. "Needy today, aren't we? But brats don't get what they want."
royalty._.queen: plz
Goldenboy chuckled, breathless. "Good girl," he purred, the words caressing your ears as if it were meant for you.
He finally pulled down his slacks, wasting no time shoving his boxers down along with it, revealing the big cock that got him so many subscribers.
Goldenboy sat back down in the gaming chair, rolling forward more and gripping his cock, which wasn't even fully hard yet. Still, the size was intimidating, and your thighs did their automatic clench whenever you saw it.
"This what you were so desperate to see?" You could hear the patronizing smirk in his tone.
His half-hard cock slowly began to harden, the large appendage rising to be more upright as more blood rushed to it. Goldenboy groaned, biting his lip, still teasing the head as he gently bucked his hips, only letting himself touch the tip.
"Fuck," he breathily moaned, hips circling more. He muttered to himself, perhaps delirious. “That’s it. Make it hard for me.”
Suddenly he was squeezing his hand harder around the head, evidently in the mood to be rough at the moment. "Needy fucking slut... hate you so much..."
He exhaled hard from his nose, getting worked up.
"Need to fuck you so bad, though..."
Your ears tuned in for a moment, and you noticed the song shift to a following track. A SZA track. He must be playing an album in order. Good taste. You'd bet he'd appreciate it more than Jungkook.
goongirl34140: what are you thinking about?
A sly smile appeared on Goldenboy’s face, tilting his head as though he were half in this world, half in the fantasy he had already started conjuring up.
"This girl I know," he tsked, lip twitching at the thought. "A needy little brat who drives me insane."
Heat began to pool between your legs as you continued rubbing yourself, your now slippery clit easily gliding against your two fingers.
"Shit. She doesn't even know. She doesn't even know what I'd..."
He trailed off, squeezing the base of his cock tightly and keeping his grip as he slid it all the way up to the head, precum sliding out, dribbling down his girth.
goongirl34140: what would you do?
You leaned in, wanting to ask the same question.
Goldenboy huffed out a laugh, squeezing his wet cock harder. "Fuck, what wouldn't I do," he hissed, as though the very thought got his blood pumping faster. "I'd fucking ruin her for anyone. Maybe edge or overstimulate the brat until she finally breaks for me. Maybe breed— fuck, just like that.”
Your breath hitched at the thought, getting wetter, now sliding your fingers down to your entrance and easily slipping them in.
"I'd make her cum over and over again until she said she couldn't take anymore, and then I'd still keep going," Goldenboy grunted, large hand sliding over the head of his cock, smearing the precum along the shaft. "I'd make her cum one more time for good measure."
He started pumping at a steady pace now, in time with the music. You could already hear the wet fapping noises picked up on the microphone.
"I know her—fuck—bratty face would look so pretty covered in my cum," he gasped, bucking his hips up. "Think that every time I look at her."
He licked his lips, the action barely caught at the top of your screen. You see his red flushed cock, straining in his tan hand as he furiously fisted it.
"Think of shutting her up on my cock. Kissing her so she can shut the fuck up for once. Maybe slap my hand over her mouth as I drill her from behind the next time I see her on campus," he groaned, pace picking up. "Wanna make her take every inch. Wanna make her as crazy as she makes me."
The chat flooded with comments.
zZ_kittenz_Zz: fuck I'm so jealous
goongirl314: new girlfriend here???
hseofcrds333: she's so lucky
incredibleyfoxee: boo should be me
royalty._.queen: have you fucked her yet
omegaverseenjoyer2: breedbreedbreedbreed
"Can't fucking stand her," Goldenboy rambled on. "She can't either."
He let out a low, filthy moan. Fuck, you're embarrassingly close already. And there was still a whole 50 minutes left to go.
"Only makes me want to fuck her harder."
You listened to the song switch again, and instead of your eyes constantly shifting between his cock and face, you found your eyes wholly trained on the tippy top of your screen.
“Someone’s got to put that princess back in her place.”
You swore to God, in that bedroom that night, that time froze.
What he was saying... seemed eerily familiar.
You squinted harder, trying to gaze at whenever his jaw or his chin entered the frame, even his lips on occasion. Suddenly you were more tuned in with the background music than Goldenboy’s moans, SZA’s Low now echoing in your mind. You tried to see if there were any extra pixels you had missed, perhaps an extra dot that could clue in to your suspicions. Maybe accidentally bending too low and revealing the tip of his nose.
The song... his words...
No. There was absolutely no way in hell.
Your eyes glazed over the background for once. Before you had been too preoccupied with the view front and center. But now...
You looked towards the open closet, a neat array of jackets inside.
The sleeve of a black and blue jacket caught your eye.
Suddenly your ears were ringing, and it was like everything went quiet.
No.
This had to be some sort of coincidence.
Your mind spun, connecting the possible dots that Goldenboy, the stranger you've been dedicating orgasms at least once a day to, was the same obnoxious Jungkook who tormented every other corner of your brain not currently occupied by his alternate persona.
You felt the blood rush back to your ears, your hearing slowly fading back to existence, Goldenboy’s moans vibrating against your eardrums.
Your eyes studied the figure on screen, his tan, glowing skin. His chiseled, cut abs. His large, wet cock, currently being fucked by his also large, veiny hand.
Fuck...
He was speeding up, tilting his head back, the column of his pretty neck bared for the camera, the overwhelming urge to sink your teeth in taking over logic.
Fuck it.
You reached for your vibrator, roaring it to life, entirely too focused for the next 48 minutes.
—
You couldn't stop. Every time you watched a Goldenboy video, your mind would fill in the gaps, seeing Jungkook’s face instead. Every time he bit his lip, all you could envision were the same eyes that glared at you with contempt. It didn't help that their lips and jaws were so similar. The same plush lips you watched moan out obscenities could be the very same one that got on your very last nerve.
You were being driven crazy. You couldn't stop touching yourself to the videos now, somehow even more than you had before. You couldn't stop watching; it was practically addicting. You knew how wrong it was, to pretend, maybe even know, this was Jungkook. You couldn't help but cum even harder than before, though.
Still, you had to deal with the horror of the aftermath.
Your mind spun with unanswered questions, consumed with guilt, lust, and curiosity.
Eventually you decided you had to know, once and for all.
You tapped Jungkook’s number on the group chat, having never saved it in all your years of knowing him, sending your first text.
You: need to get vinyl back. can i swing by urs tn and pick it up?
Unknown: Mine?
You're surprised he doesn't automatically ask who you are or how you got his number. You'd be very surprised if he actually had your number saved prior to today.
You: ya. will b quick.
Unknown: And you need this by tonight?
You: ya
Unknown: I'm free now if you want to come over
You pumped your fist in the air when he sent his address, half disbelieving that he actually did it.
Your blood was pumping wildly when you get to his apartment, heart hammering against your ribcage as you knocked on the door. A few seconds later and he wa opening the door, looking down at you. He looked so fucking good, a tight, black compression shirt hugging his chest and massive biceps, along with grey sweatpants that made your mouth practically water.
Had someone told you a month ago that you'd be drooling at Jeon Jungkook like a dog, you'd punch them in the face.
"Take your shoes off," Jungkook immediately ordered.
You automatically slipped off your sneakers, pushing them next to his other ones along the wall. Your eyes scoured the place as you stepped in with him, trying to find any sign of his alternate persona. His room. You had to see his room. With how often you watched the camboy's videos, now having studied the scenery in the back, you were confident you'd recognize it instantly.
"So... you collect vinyl?" You recalled a Metallica album music playing in Goldenboy’s recent video. If he were Jungkook, that would mean the player was most likely in the same room he filmed in.
"Yeah, some. Mainly 70's rock."
"Can I see?"
Jungkook gave you an odd look, clearly a bit surprised by your sudden keen interest. "Sure. It's the same place where SOS is."
Your heartbeat was pounding in your eardrums as he directed you to his room, and the moment you see it, your mind was static. Quiet, but full and loud and all at once.
Those were the same posters. The same clean, minimal aesthetic. The meticulous bedspread corners, the closet in the back, the gaming chair you watched him cum in night after night after night.
Off on another wall, far enough where his camera wouldn't see, was a tiny table with Jungkook’s record player. There was also a box with his collection in it, which he squatted down in front of and shuffled through to find yours.
He was saying stuff about the album, certain songs, questioning why you seemed to need it so urgently, but you weren’t listening. No, you’re looking at the bedspread you'd watch him grip on tight to, you're locked in on the chair he'd always start the videos in, you're seeing the nightstand drawer where his variety of sex toys were. His handcuffs, vibrators, lube, all of it in the bottom left drawer next to his bed. And you were standing here, knowing.
All this time. All this time you've been cumming to the voice of the man you hated. You had seen practically all of him, and not only did you like it, you craved it.
Your eyes locked onto his broad back, the muscles in his arms as he was turned away from you. You've seen him naked. You've seen his chiseled abs and those biceps at work. Oh my God, you've seen his dick! You know he's the type who can edge himself for what feels like forever, never stops after one round, has a wet ass cock that leaves a mess to be cleaned up. You've heard his moans when he does so, and now you trained yourself to be in tune with it.
Jungkook turned around, confused by how quiet you were. "Are you all good?"
"Just..." Your eyes scanned the room again, landing on the records. "Just can't believe you've got so much Chase Atlantic."
"Right, well, here's the album. Thanks for letting me listen to it." He passed it to you, studying your expression, the way you seemed so on edge and not in the way he was used to. "Why'd you need it tonight?"
"Oh, stuff." Your mind was scrambled, and it was like you couldn't even come up with a decent lie even if you tried. "I should... I should probably go now."
Your heart felt like it was racing a million beats a minute now with the quiet confirmation flooding your brain.
You turned to leave Goldenboy’s room when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back until you're landing in the gaming chair. It doesn't help your existential predicament, however, and all you can think about is how many times you've watched Jungkook jerk his cock in this exact chair.
You warily look up at Jungkook, his eyes much more intense than before, laser focused on your expression. You tried not to let the guilt show, the shock, how you were frazzled and overwhelmed, the lust, like your body had been triggered just from the sight of his room. You were no better than Pavlov’s dogs.
He leaned in, hands on either side of the gaming chair, staring you in the eye.
"You know," he said quietly.
Your reaction was telling enough, looking as though you had been caught when you blinked up at him, holding your breath. You felt all of the blood drain from your face, pooling down past your neck. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you were forced to endure the nightmare you stumbled upon.
"Fuck." He straightened back up, running his hands through his hair. "How long have you known?"
"N-Not long!" You felt jumpy, cornered, no way out, forced to admit the truth to Jungkook. "I only found out it was you for like, a week, or something."
There was a pause as he registered your words.
"Yeah?" One of his hands slides down his face, and his eye peeked between his fingers, stare heated. "How long were you watching?"
Your cheeks burned, and you couldn't help but feel the need to cower beneath his gaze. It didn't help that you were sitting down when he was sitting up, making the feeling of him towering over you more intimidating than ever. "A while."
"A while?" Jungkook echoed. "How much did you see?"
You were unable to come up with a decent response, mouth parting open with nothing to say. Your silence said it all, guilt permeating in the air. The answer was obvious.
All of it.
Unexpectedly, Jungkook smiled.
"Wow. Obsessed were you?"
"As if!" You feel the need to defend yourself, as though you had a valid case.
"Can't believe you now, princess. Not with that guilty look on your face. C'mon, look at me. Don't be shy now." He grabbed your jaw when you tried to look away, forcing you to look up at him with those sweet, pleading eyes.
You attempted a snarl, but the noise you made out was embarrassingly close to a whimper. You looked up at him, that smug, handsome face staring down at you with so much pride, so much satisfaction. It was the grin of the winner, and now he wanted to enjoy the prize.
"Can't believe you were getting off to me," Jungkook purred, cocking his head to the side. "How many times, huh? Or is it too many to count?"
"You're such a fucking dick," you seethed, shoving yourself off the chair, letting it spin mindlessly away. His touch lingered on your skin like a brand, and you could still feel the brush of his hand against your face.
"Speaking of—"
You stomped back towards the door, your face burning. "Fuck off, Jungkook!"
"Hey, I think it's kind of cute." He's so mocking with it, shit eating grin spreading across his face, amused by how you seemed to be falling apart in front of him. He should be the embarrassed one. Everyone watches porn, but not everyone makes it.
Then why does it feel like he's the one whose seen you naked?
"I'm done talking about this!" You huffed, shaking your head, doing your best to shake away thoughts of Jungkook and his large, wet cock out as well.
"Yeah?" You're being yanked backwards again, body practically weightless under his spell until you found yourself against a wall. You were breathless, mind spinning as Jungkook pressed his body against yours, hands trapping your wrists beside you to prevent you from leaving. His breath fanned against you, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "Too bad. I'm not."
You tried to push against him but realize he's much, much stronger than you had anticipated. All that time you spent staring at his biceps when he was pumping his cock, and this is where it gets you.
"Fucking let me— ugh!"
"Where do you think you're going? We were just having so much fun." The scent of his cologne invaded your senses again, just like that night. Once again, Jungkook was easily forcing you to become enraptured by him, until you couldn't sense anything else. He was all-consuming, and he did it all with embarrassingly little effort.
"Fun for you, asshole." You rolled your eyes, yanking at your hands again, doing some damage to your joints in the effort.
Jungkook grinned smugly, delighted by your mix of rage and humiliation. "You're right. For me, then."
"I could always tell the others, you know," you bluffed, unable to sound anything other than unsure of yourself. "I could let everyone know that Jeon Jungkook jerks off for strangers on the Internet."
"Oh yeah?" Jungkook gripped your wrists tighter, keeping them glued to the wall. He leaned in closer, tip of his nose brushing yours now, eyes daring you to look away. You sucked in a breath at his proximity, like you were prey that had fallen into a predator's trap. "And I could tell everyone that you were one of them. That you watched every single one of my videos and came to my voice like a good girl—"
"I didn't know it was you at first!" you insisted, face burning as though it were on fire. You twisted in his grip against the wall, but he didn't budge, fingers flexing around your wrists.
"Yeah?" Jungkook’s sly grin stretched, eyes full of twisted satisfaction seeing you fall apart so easily for him. "And what about after?"
"What... What about it?" You stammered out the words, suddenly realizing how out of breath your sounded.
"Did you keep watching after you knew it was me?"
You're silent, only staring up at him with that same deer in headlights look, like you knew you were already dead.
Jungkook expression was a mix of shock and awe, jaw dropping open at your silent confession.
"You sick fuck, you have, haven't you?"
"N-No!" You defended yourself too late, however, only now hiding your expression by ducking your chin down, ashamed.
"You little liar." Jungkook moved your wrists to one hand, snatching your jaw and forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. "Did you have fun? Touch that aching, wet little pussy to me, huh? Did you cum to the sight of me—"
"You're delusional!" You wrenched your hands back to your chest, trying to hold on to whatever scraps of dignity you had left.
Your mind desperately tried to find a way out of the situation, to cling onto your pride and find a way to turn the tables on him. "As if it means anything! There's probably a reason you only touch yourself, huh?" That caused Jungkook to freeze, and you smiled at the chance to come out on top. "What's wrong, Kookie?" you purred. "Hit a sore spot? Is your big dick too useless to actually please a woman?"
He bore his fangs, snarling at you now. "Choosing to be a brat now, are you?"
"Unlike you, I don't pretend to be more than I am."
"Yeah? You mean a mouthy little bitch who's desperate for someone to fuck her like he hates her?"
Your cheeks burned at the accurate assessment, and it made your head spin that he could see right through you.
"You drive me up a fucking wall, you know that?" You breathed heavily through your nose, chest heaving as you tried not to look away in shame, making any attempt to stand your ground or otherwise succumb to the humiliation.
"Yeah?" Jungkook grinned cockily. "Would you rather I pin you to it, instead?"
You slapped at his chest, panicked. You weren't used to this sort of Jungkook, and frankly, you didn't know how to react. You should’ve expected it, though. Right now he was every bit the camboy you had idolized in your head.
"C'mon, say it and I'll give it to you. Say you want the dick you've been so fucking obsessed with deep in your guts." His voice was a cruel taunt, eyes practically glowing. He brought his lips up to your ear to whisper, "I'll do anything for my number one fan."
"I'm not your fan," you hissed.
"Are you a subscriber?"
Your face paled in answer, and he only laughed at your misery.
"Wow. Not a fan, but you pay 10 bucks a month to watch me jerk off?" He shook his head at you patronizingly, basking in the humiliation you felt beneath him. "What are you, desperate then? Any cock will do?"
"No," you pushed back, trying not to give in to the pressure.
"Oh? So just my cock, then?" He locked eyes with you, refusing to let you look away.
You tried to muster courage, staring back despite your instincts screaming at you to get out of the jaws of a lion. Jungkook leaned in close, lips mere centimeters from yours. "You want to know what it's like to be fucked by me, don't you? That's why you kept watching."
You gulped, guilty of his accusations, stunned at how he was able to read you like a book.
"Nasty little perv," he whispered in your ear, like it was a compliment, a secret for you to share. "You want to find out that bad?"
You didn’t get the chance to respond, because suddenly Jungkook’s leaning in, smashing his lips against yours. Your mind practically melted, instinct taking over as you automatically started to move with him. You couldn’t fucking believe you were kissing the man you absolutely despised, and found it more unbelievable that he was really fucking good at it. The way his hands squeezed harder against yours wrists as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, was enough for you to wonder why you two didn’t get along in the first place.
Clearly you were able to get along just fine with your mouths occupied.
Jungkook broke off the kiss with deep breaths, staring at you to assess your reaction. You were flushed, panting helplessly, the look on your face screaming that you wanted more.
He let go of your wrists, stepping back and finally allowing you space to breathe. He tsked, looking at you expectantly when you stayed in place, no longer attempting to bolt. No, instead it was as though you really had been caught, and now you were just waiting to find out what he would do with you.
"Sit on the bed," he commanded, voice calm.
Your heart rate jumped, eyes sliding over to the bed you recognized better than your own at this point. Apprehensively, you did as you were told, sitting on the edge and planting your hands beside you, hands curling into the silk sheets.
Jungkook eyed you hungrily, eyes darker than before, drinking in the sight of you in his room.
He glared at the miniskirt you were wearing, reaching out to tug at the string that tied it up, twirling it around his finger with barely contained restraint. You couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on the sight of Goldenboy’s delicate fingers toying with your clothes, the vision something that you thought you could only dream of.
"C'mon. You show up in that tiny little fuck me skirt and expected me to do nothing about it?" His eyes darted back up to yours, sucking in a breath at your nervous expression. "Did you come here just to get fucked?"
You wanted to deny it. You came here for the truth, to set your mind at ease with all of the questions that flooded your mind, to quell your insatiable curiosity.
But if that really was all there was to it, why did you pick out such cute underwear beneath? Why were you still here?
Jungkook smirked, knowing the truth without you even having to say it.
"Spread your legs. That's right, just like that. Just like you did when you were watching me."
Your face burned as you slowly did as he said, cautiously spreading them .
Jungkook clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Lift the skirt, c'mon. You're not stupid. You know what I want to see."
You gulped, pushing your skirt up your thighs and revealing your underwear to him, the small damp patch at the bottom embarrassing you to no end.
Still, it didn't seem to be enough for Jungkook, who raised one thick, dark brow at you. You let out a breath, hooking the bottom of your panties to the side, letting him see your bare sex. You supposed to some degree it was only fair. You've seen all of him and then some. Still, you felt overly exposed, and you wondered for a second if Jungkook was really just teaching you a lesson about what if felt like.
Jungkook only bit his lip though, sucking in a breath as he took in the view. "You'd make a killing on streaming, you know," he said, voice teasing. "With a pretty pussy like that and all."
You blushed at his compliment, wanting to snap your legs shut again. You had felt the same way about him when you first stumbled on his streams, instantly understanding the appeal. "Thank you."
"Mm, look at you being so polite. Are you going to be good for me tonight?"
"What'll I get if I am?" You couldn't help but blurt out the question, almost out of genuine curiosity.
Jungkook smiled, letting out a small huff of laughter in amusement. "Oh? Bratty again, huh? Want a reward?"
He reached forward, tugging at your shirt, urging you to remove it.
"Take this off for me, will you? I'll show you what you'll get if you behave for me."
You deliberated over the idea in your mind before obediently sliding your shirt up your figure and over your head.
Jungkook started pawing at your skirt too, forcing you to get rid of it along with your bra. "C'mon. You've seen me naked hundreds of times at this point. It's only fair."
Those words echoed in your mind as your thumbs hooked into the sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You locked your knees together once they're off, looking up at Jungkook with a bit of nervousness. "You too."
He didn't protest, only giving you that same smug look on his face as he grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, yanking it over his head to reveal the very body you had been drooling over. His abs were tight and hard against his abdomen, and you already knew they looked better with his cum smeared all over. His broad shoulders looked perfect to grab onto, and you couldn't help but feel your mouth water at the thought of one of his bulging biceps wrapped around your neck.
He stepped out of his sweatpants too, letting you see the chubbed up bulge behind his boxers, the fabric tight and revealing enough to let you know he was just as big in person as he seemed on screen.
You licked your lips, cautiously reaching out for him. He let you, grabbing your hand and tugging you closer so you could feel him. Your hand ran down his abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath your fingertips, sliding over every groove just the way you had dreamed.
"Your body's perfect," you accidentally whispered, the words escaping your lips automatically.
Jungkook smiled at your awe, finding your fascination absolutely adorable as you felt him up, hand roaming up and down the expanse of his chest. "Like what you see, baby?"
You nodded dumbly, at a loss for words.
He interrupted your fun, however, hooking his hands under the pits of your knees and making you land on your back. He reached for your phone, opening your camera. "Should let you have your own private video then, huh? Since you're such a big fan and all."
You couldn't even deny the accusations anymore, accepting the phone when he shoved it your way.
"Better keep the camera straight, princess. You know I like my videos to be top quality."
He pushed your knees further up until they were almost up to your shoulders, your arms cramped as you tried to fit the scene in frame, your hands trembling with excitement as he settled himself above you.
Jungkook’s eyes were trained on your glistening cunt, and he let go of one of your legs to reach down, running the expanse of it up and down your sex, feeling how it coated him already. He licked his lips, bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth and groaning softly at the taste of you.
Your lips parted at his reaction, and he smirked at you, popping his fingers free. "You're not filming properly," he said, grabbing your hands and angling the phone at him. "Get everything."
You tried to keep it steady as he hovered over you, giving a broad lick up your pussy before focusing on your clit, twirling his tongue around the bud to feel your hips jump. You mewled, and he gripped onto your thighs tighter, hooking them over his shoulders to lock your pussy against his face. You angled the camera to capture the scene, his head between your thighs, his arms wrapped around each to keep you pinned.
His tongue was everywhere, moving fast to lick every inch of you, leaving nothing unexplored as he devoured you as deeply as he could. He groaned at the taste of the source, licking once again from your entrance to the hood of your clit. "Tastes so fucking good," he moaned. "You're so fucking wet for me."
You shivered at his words, hand curling in his hair as he mouthed at your clit again. His dirty words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, forcing you to soak his face even more. "S-shit, Jungkook, you can't—"
He popped up for air, the shine on his lips looking like gloss. He panted against you, his breaths fanning over your naked sex and making you twitch with sensitivity.
"Shut up and let me eat your pussy, yeah?"
He spat on your cunt, rubbing his saliva into your clit before latching back on, like his mission was to make you as messy as possible.
Jungkook’s eyes were closed, his long lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks, solely focused on running his tongue over your folds. He looked so pretty like this, so concentrated. You could admire the details on his face up close, study and map them out now from where he laid between your thighs.
Jungkook looked up, and you could feel him grin against your pussy. He let go of your clit with a wet pop, lifting his head to reveal the wet sheen that covered his lips and chin. "You're holding the camera crooked." He put your shaky hands back in place on your stomach, angling the phone so it was now straightened again. "Focus on me, make sure you get a good shot of me eating your pussy."
He was back on your clit, sucking hard and making you buck your hips up again. He pinned you down with one hand, letting go of you once again. "You're gonna get crooked again. Don't tell me you're so fucked out already that you can't do one simple thing?"
You wanted to protest, tell him the task was nearly impossible with how good he was eating you out. Part of you wanted to be obedient for him, though, and you were so desperate to cum all you could stammer out was, "I'm s-sorry."
"Sorry? Be good then, or I'm not letting you touch me when I finally fuck you."
You tensed at his threat, the thrill that he was going to fuck you making you more excited, and the threat that you wouldn't get to rub your hands all over him enough to make you nod eagerly. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, diving back in, making out with your pussy as messy as he was before. You bit your lip, trying to stay focused on the phone screen in your hand, but it was so difficult. Staring at him through your tiny screen, his tousled hair between your thighs, his dark eyes peeking out from beneath his bangs, the drag of his pink tongue along your sex as he held eye-contact with the lens, it was too much.
"Do you like how I look when I eat this pussy? Make it cum with just my tongue?" he murmured into you.
You couldn't help but mewl at his dirty words, thighs twitching around his head. He smiled, corners of his mouth peaking out from between your legs, loving the small sounds of pleasure that escaped you. He sucked on your clit harder, hands gripping onto your thighs with a force that you're unsure is to stabilize you or him.
"Answer me baby," he purred against your clit, the vibrations from his mouth sending jolts up your spine.
"Y-Yes, you, fuck—" You bit your lip, feeling yourself be pushed to the edge with the pixelated version of Goldenboy before you and the real version of Jungkook on you, making you cum with an ease that seemed almost embarrassing on your end. You've never been more turned on in your life. "You look so fucking good."
Jungkook let out a hum of approval, working his tongue more rigorously now, shoving it inside and pressing his nose deeply against you, as though trying to breathe you in. You squirmed in place, his big, strong hands helping to move you along and use him.
"I-I'm close!" you warned, breathing faster as you felt your climax start to take over.
Jungkook groaned, lost in the feeling of you, not even focused on the camera as he helped you hump his face. "Fuck yes," he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, angling his head the same way he did when he deepened a kiss. "Cum on my face. Let me taste it."
Your hand shot out and grabbed his hair, burying itself at the roots as you held him in place, rubbing your sex up and down his face as your orgasm took over. Jungkook continuously licked you as you did so, the loud slurping noises no doubt caught by the phone you were no longer paying attention to, the device now angled crooked against your body as you gripped it tightly, focused on chasing your high.
Your thighs shook as you came on Jungkook’s tongue, a loud moan parting your lips as he gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises, tongue lapping up your release with sickening greed. He moaned along with you, never stopping until your shaking ceased and you collapsed on the bed, feeling him working over you still.
Your hand fell loosely from his hair and to the side as you took in shallow breaths, twitching from oversensitivity. You attempted to squirm away, shifting into the sheets until Jungkook came back up. He looked unfairly beautiful like this, lips flushed the prettiest color and swollen from his efforts, cheeks and chin glistening with your arousal. His eyes were dark, like seeing you undone like this for him, because of him, was enough to make him lose his mind.
"You got the camera crooked again," he commented, reaching for your phone that was now limp in your hand. He grabbed the device and stopped the video. To your surprise, though, he didn't turn it off, instead choosing to flip it to the inside camera and set it against the footboard of his bed. "You know what that means."
He reached towards his nightstand, yanking open a drawer. Your eyes widened at what you saw inside, all items you recognized from previous streams. The vibrator he used on himself to tease his cock, letting out the prettiest moans as he let the toy buzz against his cockhead or the base of his balls, stood at the top of the heap. The blindfold Goldenboy sometimes wore, a sheer and black scarf, was just transparent enough for you to wonder what was beneath, knowing without a doubt that he was handsome, but not enough for you to discern his features. You internally cursed yourself for not reaching the conclusion about his identity sooner, but chalked it up to your mind choosing to ignore the obvious. Finally, the piece he dragged out, a pair of sleek, silver handcuffs, ones he used when he simply handcuffed himself to his chair, letting his wet cock pathetically weep all over itself. Your gaze locked on the chain in between that clicked and rattled each time he finally was able to jack off, using both big hands to wrap around his cock as they wrapped up and down, the same way you hoped you would tonight.
He dragged you further up the bed, yanking you into position to sit up for him as he brought both hands behind your back, locking your hands in place as he secured the cuffs behind your back. He brought his lips to your ear, tugging on your cuffs. "You're mine now."
He reached for your phone, pressing the record button, the red square witness to what Jungkook was about to do to you.
He dragged you into his lap, kissing your neck as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, cupping your tits and pinching your nipples slightly. "You look so pretty on camera," he complimented, sliding his hands back down to your waist. "Can't wait to rewatch how I take you for the first time on film."
He hooked his hands under your knees and lifted, putting them on either side of his own legs before spreading them. Yours widened with his, your naked sex revealed to the camera.
"Fuck, will you look at that."
He reached a hand down to cup your heat, spreading your folds with two fingers to properly show the camera how pink you were inside. Your sex twitched against his digits, folds glistening and wet, begging to be taken. With his other hand he went back to toying with your nipple, pinching it between his digits before dragging the pointer finger over it tantalizingly.
With the hand on your pussy he used his ring and pointer finger to keep you open, letting his middle finger drag up and down your sex, teasing your clit. "Were you always this wet for me?" Jungkook questioned, his voice an inescapable purr in your ear. "Every time you watched me on screen? Every time you picked a fight with me like a little brat?"
Your breathing quickened, not wanting to fully submit yet. "You started it."
"Yeah?" His finger gave a particularly tortuous glide up your cunt, and you twitched under his touch when he reached your clit. He circled it with one finger, teasing, face studying your reaction. "Let me finish it then."
He sunk his hand lower and let his middle finger breach your entrance, pushing past and sliding into you with ease. You keened, finally feeling something inside of you, though it was so much bigger than your own that you were gasping at the intrusion. Your hands twitched behind you, pressing against the metal, and Jungkook laughed at your resistance.
He curled it inside of you, repeating the motion as he got deeper, watching your eyes droop when he reached your sweet spot. "Enjoying yourself?" he questioned, voice mocking as he kept curling against your g-spot, watching you open your mouth in an attempt to answer and failing. He laughed at your efforts again.
"So cute," he crooned, pecking your cheek, slipping in a second finger along with his first. Both digits pressed against you, amplifying your pleasure, and you moaned under his touch. "Pussy's so fucking tiny for me. Gonna fill you up so much."
He spread out his fingers inside you, scissoring them as he tried to get you to stretch around him. "Open up for me. Don't you want to take the cock you've been dreaming of?"
"Yes, want it so bad," you panted, licking your lips as his fingers got more aggressive, pumping into you more insistently. "Want your cock, Jungkook. Please."
"Say 'Give it to me, Kookie'. C'mon. Say it pretty for the camera," he coos, his voice seductive as it practically curled around your eardrum. "Show me how desperate you are."
"Y-You're so fucking annoying," you instinctively gritted out, hands trying to break free of the cuffs despite knowing it's impossible.
"Still all that attitude, huh?" Jungkook smiled against your ear, as though pleased by your brattiness, like this was what he wanted from teasing you. He wanted to drive you mad enough to talk back, just so he had an excuse to put you in your place. Maybe that was it all along. He slipped a third finger inside of you, turning your head to angle you so he could kiss you, greedily swallowing your gasp as he consumed it, mouth moving against yours.
You moaned against him, his three fingers already stretching you out so much, his fingers jackhammering hard against you as he bullied your g-spot. He broke free of the kiss, a string of spit snapping off between you. His lips hovered over yours, parted as you panted out, moaning as he fucked you with his fingers. "Too much?" he asked, eyes looking into yours as he saw that dumb expression start to take over. "Can't take it?"
You quickly shook your head in denial, hips bucking against his hand as his palm repeatedly smacked against your clit, slapping the poor bud. "I can take it," you protested.
"Yeah?" He grinned as though proud of you. He stopped pumping his fingers, instead grounding the palm of his hand against you, digging the heel into your clit as his fingers plunged as deeply as they could, curling inside. "Think you can take my cock, then?"
You couldn't help but jolt in his arms, unable to help but get excited by the prospect of seeing it. You nodded your head, squirming in his arms. "Yes, let me see it. Please."
He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss you once again, growling against your lips. "You're so desperate for me," he murmured, pulling his fingers out of you to lift you up from his lap and shove his boxers off. He did so, positioning you back in place, his cock standing proud and tall between your legs. He was glistening wet, pre-cum already smeared across the head, the flushed pink color matching his lips. Your eyes drifted to your phone screen capturing everything, the intimidating size right next to your pussy enough to make you gulp.
"It's the cock you've been dreaming of," Jungkook hissed, reaching out and squeezing the base of his dick. You hadn't noticed, but he was starting to get his boxers wet when you were squirming in his lap, unknowingly pressing against his bulge and causing him to make a mess of his underwear. He slapped it against your sex, the wet sound emanating around the room. "Think you're wet enough for it?"
You licked your lips, squirming again against the cuffs, wanting so badly to be able to reach out and touch his cock, to feel the glide of his cum against the shaft. "I think you'd be wet enough for both of us," you said honestly, practically mesmerized by the sight.
Jungkook chuckled, aligning the head of his cock against your hole. Slowly, he pushed in, the tip catching against your entrance before he slowly slid deeper inside. He went a few inches in, meeting resistance as you instinctively clamped down on him.
He sucked in a breath, clenching his teeth. He reached for your cunt, twirling his digits around your clit, trying to get you to open up. "Deep breaths, baby. Need you to let me in. Need to give you all of it."
You breathed deeply, feeling your cunt slick up around him and his cock slide deeper inside you, the last few inches bullying themselves in before his balls were pressing against your folds.
You took in another deep breath, feeling so full and spread out for him, his legs keeping your own stretched out wide so the camera could capture everything.
Jungkook groaned, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck as he tried to steady his own breathing. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered, voice whiny from behind you. He mouthed along your skin, bringing his lips up to your neck to run his tongue over and kiss along it. "Feel so fucking good around me."
You mewled at his praise, walls squeezing around his cock in reaction.
He curled both hands around your waist, hugging onto you as his hips instinctively thrust upward, making you gasp. "Don't do that!" He scolded, arms tightening around you as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck. You're driving me crazy. Need to ruin you."
"Then do it," you encouraged, rolling your hips to try and get him to repeat the motion.
He did so, hips jumping up and aiming right at your g-spot, making you moan out. He growled, squeezing you tighter, voice raspy. "I'm trying to be patient," he gritted, fingers twitching with need. "Need to take my time with you."
"Don't," you huffed, squirming in his hold again to entice him, despite his efforts to keep you still. "Fuck me already."
"Yeah? You gonna beg for it then?" Jungkook moved again, bouncing you on his cock once more before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. "Gonna say what I taught you?"
You bit your lip, debating in your head whether you should give in or not, your urge to fight with him on everything taking hold.
"Bratty fucking slut." He glared at you, fingers flexing around your face. "It's just five simple words. Know you want it. Just need to hear it. Beg me to make you cum."
He offered you one final thrust, nudging his cock against your g-spot before stilling his hips.
"If you don't, I'm pulling out of you right now and edging you all night," he threatened, the look on his face telling you he was deadly serious. "You can walk out of here with a four hour video of me teasing your clit until you're drooling."
You couldn't help but cower under his heated gaze, a piece of your pride crumbling.
"Please, give it to me Kookie," you said quietly, barely loud enough for the microphone on your phone to pick up on it. "Please make me cum."
The corners of Jungkook’s mouth curled up in victory, and the hand that was wrapped around your waist slowly slid down your stomach and to your cunt. "That's my girl."
He started thrusting into you now, patience seemingly vanishing into thin air as he barreled his way into you, feet firmly planted into the mattress as he fucked you. He moaned, hand splaying along the column of your neck and forcing you to face the ceiling, the fingers gripping around your throat as he forced you to bounce along his cock. He bit into your shoulder, muffling his moan into your skin as he heard how his balls slapped against the wetness of your sex, feeling it coat him already.
"Fuck!" You moaned out, hands scrambling to find something to grip onto, only able to brush along Jungkook’s abs, the hard muscle beneath your fingers providing some support.
Jungkook leaned back onto his pillows, hand gripping onto your throat tighter, his fingers sliding along your clit as he pounded into you. "Can't believe you take it this good," he panted, groaning into your ear. "Doing so good for me, princess."
You looked over to the tiny screen, seeing his thrusts captured in action as he drove his hips up into you, ass no longer even touching the sheets as he buried himself as deep as he could over and over again. He was addicting to the feeling of you bouncing on his dick, the glide of your walls against his shaft, both of you so wet you were making a mess on the silk. The wet, squelching sounds of your sexes slamming together was impossible to ignore.
"Always wanted to put you in your place like this," he hissed, his sick confession a sweet caress in your ears. "Every time we fought, just kept thinking about how to get you underneath me, fuck you so hard you can't even think about arguing."
Your mind reeled back to every argument you two ever had, the glaring, the heat, the tension. Was this what it was all building up to?
"I wanted you from the moment I saw you, but I just didn't know what to say," Jungkook continued, enjoying the way you shuddered against him. "And after I followed you out of that restaurant, I hated you. I hated how much I still wanted you."
His hand lightly squeezed your neck again, a soft laugh escaping his lips directly against your ear.
"I couldn't fucking stand you." He said the words so soft and sweetly, almost like it was endearment.
His other hand slid to your abdomen, right below your belly button, pressing down and feeling how he moved inside.
"Now look where we are."
"F-Fuck, you're so deep," you said, the angle perfect to reach where even your favorite vibrator couldn't.
"Yeah?" He hooked both hands into the back of your knees again, folding you on top of him, making sure he was able to get a good view of him pounding you on screen. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Letting me use you like a little fucktoy."
You squealed, feeling your mind go hazy as pressure built up in your abdomen. Your legs hung in the air uselessly as he did exactly as he said, moving you up and down his cock and forcing you to take it.
"Jungkook!" His hands gripped your legs harder, his pace quickening when he heard you moan his name.
"Say that again," he demanded, needy to have you scream his name in a different context now. "Need you to say my name like that again."
"K-Kookie..." Even better. “Kookie” feels like he might just cum on the spot with how you sound.
"Fuck, that's it princess," he growled, unable to look away from your already fucked out expression. "Look at you, going dumb on my cock. Watch how you take me."
You nodded vigorously, mind empty as he railed his cock into your pussy, your cum coating him so much you could see a frothy ring of white forming at the base of his cock on screen.
"You're such a nasty little fuckslut for me," Jungkook rasped, every groan and gasp that left his lips being pressed directly in your ear.
The pressure was building higher, an unfamiliar sensation beginning to pull on you.
"W-Wait, Jungkook, I-I—" Your legs shook in his grasp, his cock battering against your spot and making the pressure worse. "I think I'm gonna—"
Jungkook groaned, sinking his teeth into your neck as he quickly let go of one of your legs, rubbing maddening circles on your clit once more. "Cum for me," he demanded roughly against you, licking at the mark he left behind. "Cum for me right fucking now."
You couldn't resist it, feeling yourself let go, your thighs and abdomen clenching as you squirted on Jungkook’s cock. Droplets flew as he fucked the squirt out of you, his pace never relenting as you screamed, throwing your head back as you trembled uncontrollably on top of him.
"Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes," Jungkook chanted in your ear, pistoning into you as you stained his sheets, getting you everywhere. "Look at you. Look at the messy little slut on screen. That's you, princess."
Your eyes darted to your phone, seeing how ruined you look already. It was a sight to behold, the way you already looked absolutely wrecked. You collapsed on top of him, limp in his arms as your limbs let out a few residual twitches, spent from the intense orgasm he provided.
You were gasping for breath, which Jungkook wouldn't allow, needing to devour you then and there as he smashed his mouth against yours, sucking in your greedy attempts for air. He slid his tongue against yours, moaning into your mouth as he felt your cunt give one more involuntary clench.
"Came so good for me baby," he praised, pecking your lips once more as he finally let you breathe. "Made such a fucking mess on me."
You glanced down at the darkening sheets, your face heating up with the knowledge that Jungkook would have to clean his sheets of you later.
He repositioned you, lifting you off his lap and finally undoing the cuffs. Your arms ached from the position they were held in, and you think for a moment he'll grant you reprieve. You thought wrong, however, as Jungkook flipped you over, moving your hands beneath you to support yourself as he positioned you on all fours.
"We aren't done," he said, quickly moving behind you to line the tip of his cock against your drooling hole again, sinking into you.
The glide is even faster this time, barely any resistance in comparison, allowing Jungkook to start pummeling into you immediately. You're barely able to hold yourself up, most of your strength depleted with that last orgasm he forced out of you. Still, you buck back against his hips, keening at the way his sharp hips snapped against your ass, his hands gripping your cheeks roughly and smacking you to see the clear handprint. It was like the two of you were magnets, only able to pull back a few inches before violently slamming back together.
You were glad your face wasn't what was on camera now, your tongue practically lolling out as you succumbed to the pleasure Jungkook offered. He reached even deeper inside of you now, his hands tight on your hips as he repeatedly pulled you back against him, using you like a doll.
He barreled a particularly harsh thrust inside of you, forcing your hips to collide with the mattress as he buried as deeply as he could. He pressed you into the mattress, now with you lying on your stomach, unable to support yourself properly. He bit his lip, spreading your cheeks between his large palms to get the view of his cock plunging into him, your asshole winking at him and begging to be ruined as well.
"You'd let me use you however I want, wouldn't you?" He gripped the front of your neck again, forcing you to arch until you were able to make eye contact with him again. Your arms straightened out in front of you as you tried to stay upright for him. You're unable to answer, choking on your words.
He leaned over you, your mouth wide open from the moans you couldn't contain. He spit into your waiting mouth, hands gripping onto your throat as he felt you swallow it.
"You're so fucking pathetic," Jungkook laughed, smiling as he panted into your open mouth, taunting you with the possibility of a kiss. "I guess I'll allow it."
You shuddered at his condescension, loving how small you felt beneath him, completely at his mercy. Clearly he was set on showing you none, however, dropping you back down onto the mattress and lifting you by the hips again, putting your ass in the air. His hands buried into the roots of your hair, keeping your face pressed down into the sheets as he fucked you.
His balls slapped against your folds repeatedly, the wet smacks ringing in your ears. His hand went down to join them, rubbing hard at your oversensitive clit, determined to ruin you.
"C'mon baby, cum again for me. Gonna need you nice and open so I can breed you properly."
Your eyes rolled, and you squeezed around his cock, like the very idea was enough to make you cream all over him again.
He leaned forward more, fully mounting you now, his face close to yours as he squatted down and fucked you like you were both mere animals. He let go of your hair and wrapped his arm around your neck, choking you with his bicep and keeping you in place with a headlock.
"Should I post this video, huh? Show everyone how this slutty pussy takes me?" He mouthed along the side of your face, lips parted as he moaned into your skin. "Should I show them how much of a mess I make of you?'
You nodded frantically in his hold, mind illogical at the moment, only consumed with the thought of Jungkook cumming inside of you for the first time and getting it all on camera. You were starting to get close from the lack of blood flow to your brain, your high crashing over you.
"I'm— I'm—"
Jungkook already knew, the spasming of your pussy as you came around him again sending him to that blissful edge. He could feel you all over him, in his mouth, on his cock, in his arms, your arousal now on his own inner thighs too, your slick everywhere as you continuously trembled underneath him.
"Fuck, that's it, cum again, good girl," he sighed into your ear, slowing his rut to groan his praises, talking you through it.
You were gripped around him so tight, nothing could convince him you didn't want his load deep inside of you. Your body was screaming for it, begging him to use you for all you were worth. He knew you deserved it at this point.
"Cunt's tightening around me still like it wants me to cum inside," he hissed. You were moaning so much still. You really were the perfect pornstar for him, just like he was for you. "Wants me to stuff it full so bad. Just begging for it."
He felt himself getting to the edge himself now, needing to release his cum into the back of your cunt where it belonged.
"You're gonna let me breed this little pussy, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up, cum inside?"
Jungkook’s pace quickened, thrusts getting sloppy as he felt you cum on his cock. Before you know it you felt cum shooting into you in massive amounts, creamy white liquid already spilling out of you as he continued pounding into your poor pussy as hard as he could. You whined at the sensation, squirming beneath him as you felt the mess he made. He stilled and buried himself as deep as he could inside you, cockhead pressing firmly against your cervix as it twitched against it, spreading his seed right where it needed to be. He ground his hips up and down, rubbing his balls along your swollen cunt, copious amounts of cum escaping with each slow drag of his body against yours. He forced you to feel full of him and then some, cum having so little room in your tiny pussy, what with Jungkook’s impressive size, that it was impossible to keep it all in.
You held your breath, the sensation of his heavy cock pressing into your guts driving you crazy. Every time you'd try to move your hips forward Jungkook was following behind, hips glued to your ass, unrelenting. He made sure you took everything before he finally started to move again.
His balls repeatedly smacked against your folds from the position he was mounting you in, the sound getting wetter and noisier as his own cum ran down your cunt and splattered against the force of him slapping against you. There was so much of it, and he just kept going, filling you to the brim and fucking it out of you as much as he could manage, until there was a sticky mess covering your sex and inner thighs.
"Fuck, that's it. Take it all. Take my cum like the pretty cumslut you are. So pretty for me."
Finally he buried himself as deep as he could again, balls snug against you as he let out the last few spurts of cum he had left.
You reached behind you, grabbing his balls and gently massaging them, making sure to milk every last drop of him into your pussy. He groaned, shivering under your touch, his cock twitching once more with sensitivity. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl," he praised, petting your hair gently.
He panted, pulling out, watching the obscene amount of cum spill out of you as he does so. Your thighs trembled, quivering as you tried to keep yourself upright, feeling his load glide between your swollen folds and down your thighs before pooling into the sheets.
"Fuck, I don't think I've cum this much in my entire life," Jungkook said, hand running up your thighs, collecting the cum that had spilled out. He rubbed his messy fingers against your puffy clit, sliding it along your cunt before shoving his fingers inside, wanting as much of it stuffed inside you as possible. "And you're just sitting there, wasting it."
"It's—It's so much," you gasped, feeling more of it coat your thighs as his fingers repeatedly plunged into you.
"No excuse," Jungkook scolded, swatting your ass to prevent any attempts of backtalk, the residue on his fingers now leaving a shine on your skin.
Jungkook took a step back, looking back at the phone to see if it was even capable of capturing the view he had before him. His jaw dropped, seeing your puffy, abused lips swollen with his cum, the way he could see droplets catch the light with every twitch of your thighs. Fuck, it was cinema, nothing he had ever shot before would ever even come close to this. He might as well quit classes now.
A good camera man always makes sure to take advantage of good lighting whenever possible, though.
You let out a small squeal as you feel his big hands on you again, cupping your ass with a firm, aggressive grip that told you he wasn't done with you..
Jungkook spread your cheeks, your messy pussy and winking asshole fully visible on camera.
Grinning, he spread you wider, particularly at the top, before going in at an angle and licking your rim. The smile on his lips was visible to the camera as he ran his tongue up and down, giving it a good view of how he licked you.
It wasn't until you whined that he really went in for it, plunging his tongue in as far as your ass would allow
He popped his tongue out, scooping up the cum that ran through your messy folds and coating his digit. He let one of his shiny, cum covered fingers up to your asshole, circling your rim with the tip, as though he were applying a gloss. Slowly, he pressed the tip of his digit against you, sliding centimeter my centimeter inside, fighting any resistance. The cum that covered him helped, the lubrication giving him a much easier slide the deeper he got in you.
"Fuck, that's so hot," he said once he got his finger in to the last knuckle, your asshole gripping him tightly. "Your ass opens so good for me on camera, baby."
He slipped it out of your ass, plunging the fingers back into the mess below it to gather more cum and shove it back inside. He did it again and again until his digit was easily sliding in, your hole lubricated with both his cum and yours. He increased the digit from one to two, and it was like he was trying to shove as much cum into your unused ass as possible, making sure you'd hold it one way or another.
"Can't believe you're letting me play with your ass like this," he whispered, eyes glazed at the sight. "You're such a slut for me."
You whimpered as he stretched your ass further, feeling his cum inside as he pressed in with a few more dollops, making sure you're messy. You cringed from oversensitivity as he hooked his fingers into your pussy one last time, watching more of his cum spill out.
"Only for you," you groaned, loving the feeling as he sunk the two fingers in your ass again, until cum started to leak from there, too.
"For me or Goldenboy?" he questioned, keeping your cheeks spread as he looks at your two, cum filled holes.
"Both," you answered. "But you especially."
He couldn't help but glow at that, giving two secure pats against your spent pussy and turning off the camera, flipping you over onto your back so he could kiss you once again. "Good girl," he said, pressing his lips deeply against yours, holding you tightly against him, your sweaty bodies molding together. "Did so good for me."
—
You weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting after that encounter. I mean, obviously you still hated the man, but not as much. It helped that he gave good dick and good aftercare, making sure to carry your limp, worn out body into the bath with him to clean you up. He even let you spend the night, his chest warm against your back as you laid in bed. Still, as you quietly slipped your clothes back on the morning after, you were unsure what to make of the dynamic. It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend now or anything. Hell, you didn’t know if this was going to be a regular thing or a one night stand.
Your body shivered remembering everything that happened, and you sincerely hoped it would happen again.
Jungkook didn’t text you after that, and you definitely weren’t the one who was going to text first. It wasn’t like you could be mad at him for this, though. You doubted he knew what to make of it either. He also hadn’t posted anything on his account. No prerecorded videos, no streams, no community notes, nothing.
At the next game night, you found your eyes repeatedly sliding over to him, admiring his profile, staring at the sliver of skin that peeked beneath his hoodie when he yawned and stretched. You knew everything now. Knew what he looked like under those clothes. Knew why he went home early or spent time by himself or refused to come out with the rest of the group some nights.
With all of your questions about him before now answered, what were you to do?
You didn’t drink at all that night, and neither did he. His eyes would catch yours, fleeting glances, eyes dark as though he were thinking of the exact same thing you were.
Your friends were both too plastered and too focused on the game of Life at hand to notice you and Jungkook hadn’t exchanged a single insult all night. That, or they were so grateful they didn’t want to jinx their luck.
You were lowkey convinced he’d go the entire night without talking to you, which you were also lowkey-peeved by, until he caught you in the kitchen.
You were getting another glass of water when you heard familiar footsteps, your favorite internet celebrity appearing before you.
At first you don’t say anything, letting the tension that entered the room simmer in the air as the two of you locked eyes.
“Hey,” he said, voice low, as though he were afraid one of your friends would walk in and overhear your conversation.
“Hey,” you greeted back, taking a sip from your drink, trying not to show how nervous you suddenly were.
He eyed the glass in your hand. “Not drinking tonight?”
“Didn’t feel like it.” You had half the mind to point out he wasn’t, either, but decided you wanted this exchange to become more productive already. “I noticed you haven’t been very active online.”
“Oh? Still checking?” A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he tilted his head to the side. “Why do you even bother?”
“What do you mean?” Were you supposed to unsubscribe after that night? Was it considered weird for you to still watch?
He stepped closer, no longer caring about personal space as he tilted your chin up to look at him, the small touch just as claiming as that night.
Group Bonding
Ship: Best Friend!Taehyung x Reader x Enemy!Jungkook
Description: For as long as you were going to be Taehyung’s best friend, you’d have to put up with his other best friend, Jungkook, who absolutely despises you. Things only get more complicated after an incident that leads people to think you took the package deal.
Warnings: Threesome, Eiffel Tower, MxM action, Dom/BratTamer!Taehyung, Switch!JK, Oral (m&f receiving), Unproteced Sex, Squirting, Impact Play, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Cum Play, Edging, Overstimulation, Humiliation/Degradation, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Praise, Pussy Slapping, Multiple Orgasms, Sadomasochism, Dry Humping literally this is 90% smut barely any plot, terrible attempts at humor
Wordcount: 15k
A/N: Ahh sorry I keep making the reader not get along with Jungkook lol. I just love best friends and enemies tropes, what can I say. I hope everyone enjoys this. You can find the Enhypen Sunghoon & Heeseung version on my blog @m-hypen as Package Deal!
When you first met Taehyung it was for your debate program in University. He was the only one who could match you with for wit, point for point, all within the allotted time and with brevity and well spoken analysis that you were in awe of. Surprisingly the two of you did not become rivals, the way high school you would've fantasized, having read way too much enemies to lovers fanfiction. No, instead you two actually became very good friends, building a friendship based on mutual respect, sticking together even after graduation.
Taehyung was practically perfect in every way except with one minute (major) flaw: his other best friend.
You and Jeon Jungkook never really saw eye-to-eye; the moment you crossed paths with his childhood best friend, his original debate partner back in high school, you knew you had entered a battlefield.
It was a never ending fight between the two of you, always vying for Taehyung’s affections. Jungkook had always accused you of being a leech, just another sycophant who would reveal her true colors and nefarious intentions towards his best friend. Apparently they had known each other since childhood, and he had seen a million girls like you come and go. You, on the other hand, found Jungkook to be an entitled, pompous brat whose rich family provided so much for him he had never been told the word no. He was so used to Taehyung being his and his alone that you had trouble picturing him sharing anything in his life. That was probably the real reason why girls didn't last long around Taehyung.
It didn't help that Taehyung was constantly trying to facilitate things between the two of you, arranging for the three of you to hang out despite both parties' protest.
"If you guys only got to know each other better, I'm sure you'd get along!"
"Won't you guys try, for me? C'mon, I've always pictured what things would be like, the three of us."
"You're both my best friends. Why would anyone choose just one?"
More times than you could count you were invited to hang out with Taehyung, only to find Jungkook already be there. You tried to get along with the man, really, but it was nearly impossible. He was so possessive of Tae, constantly glaring at the two of you when Taehyung showed you any affection. He always had some snide comment to make about it afterwards, like just seeing you two so close made him want to throw up. You were positively sure at this point that the younger was in love with his best friend, but it was a working theory.
Regardless, anything you showed up to with Taehyung, you'd have to be ok with Jungkook tagging along as well. Tonight's party was no exception, though you had lost track of the duo when you went to find a drink to drown your sorrows, and then had to do it again after seeing said sorrow to drink over.
You stumbled up the stairs with a heavy heart, downing most of your cup to replace one bitter taste in your mouth with another. To your surprise you see your best friend waiting in the hallway, no Jungkook in sight, looking just as drunk as you based on the way he was slumped against the wall.
You walked up to him, back pressing against the wall as well, leaning your arm against his for support and also needing the comfort of his body heat against yours right now.
"Hey, where've ya been? I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes I feel," you pouted, taking another sip of the fruity concoction in your cup, the vodka starting to become less noticeable.
The moment Taehyung registered you he glowed, beaming with a goofy, drunk, genuine smile that made you feel safe.
"Hey, sorry! Kook broke the seal, and I didn't want to lose more than one person in a single night," Taehyung chuckled, grabbing you arm and tucking it against his, pulling you in closer to his side. "How're you enjoying the party?"
You shrugged, unsure if you wanted to mention the sight downstairs you were currently running from. "It's fine, I guess."
"Yeah, I was thinking about the three of us ditching to go to that party on Brunswick, but none of us seem quite capable of driving just yet."
That put a damper on your hopes of Taehyung whisking you away from this place.
"I just remembered, I forgot to show you earlier today the new watch I got from Etsy!" Taehyung’s glazed eyes lit up. "Look, it's called a serpent's watch."
Taehyung flashed the fancy accessory on his wrist, the nontraditional wristband being coils of metal that wrapped down his wrist, the clock shaped closer to an oval or diamond than a circle. It really was shaped liked a serpent.
You absentmindedly nodded, fingers brushing over the way the watch wrapped around Taehyung’s wrist. Your mind kept drifting from Taehyung’s forearms, however, and without sobriety to keep your mind where it should be, tears were soon falling from your eyes.
Tae noticed immediately.
"Hey hey, what's wrong?" Taehyung cupped your face in his hands, thumbs swiping under your eyes to wipe away at the tears. "It's a party, you should be happy-drunk, not sad-drunk."
Your lip trembled as you melted into Taehyung’s touch. "It's Yoongi," you explained, a pout on your lips as you said the name. "Just saw him downstairs with some girl. I just wasn't expecting it to hit so hard, y'know?"
"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry." Taehyung wasn't the biggest fan of your ex, secretly (not so secretly) elated when the two of you broke up. You didn't share the same sentiments, very clearly heartbroken when Yoongi dumped you to have sex with other girls. Go figure. "It's natural to be upset."
"I just—" You sucked in a breath. "I want to be over it already, y'know? I'm so sick of being pathetic and still crying about it."
"It was only two months ago. I don't blame you."
"You should. You should be sick of me at this point, crying to you about this. God knows Jungkook is." You blinked away the tears, slowly coming back down to Earth as you grounded yourself further against Taehyung. "I'm sick of me."
"I could never be sick of you, trust me. Yoongi doesn't know what he's missing out on. Any sane man would be on his knees for you if you so much as asked."
That earned a laugh out of you, effectively brightening your spirit a tiny bit. You sniffled, resting your forehead against Taehyung’s shoulder, sighing as you composed yourself. "Thanks, Tae. I appreciate it. God, why can't more guys be like you? There's too many assholes like Yoongi and Jungkook around."
Taehyung chuckled at that. "Hey, Kook’s not that bad."
"He is to me."
"You guys just need to work on getting closer, that's all. Find some shared interest or hobby or something. Anything you might like to do together."
You rolled your eyes a bit. "I don't think there's anything like that that doesn't involve violence."
"He likes you more than you think. He just doesn't realize it yet," Taehyung assured.
You heard a knock from inside the bathroom, Jungkook’s voice calling out. "Taehyung?"
"Speak of the devil," Taehyung grinned. He turned toward the door. "What is it?"
"Can you come in here real quick?"
Both you and Taehyung exchanged puzzled glances.
"Are you guys about to get up to some gay shit?" You whispered quietly. "I mean, it's hot, I guess. Am I supposed to keep watch?"
"Dunno yet. Let me see what he needs," Taehyung said, not even bothering to deny the homosexual allegations as he stepped inside the bathroom. Jungkook was turned away from Taehyung, looking down and fidgeting with something. "Everything ok man?"
"Yes— I mean no— I mean... shit." Jungkook turned around, letting Taehyung see his situation. Unfortunately for him, the zipper of his pants had gotten stuck onto his boxers and was refusing to budge. "It's stuck," Jungkook stated the obvious. "I've been trying to get it loose for like, five minutes now."
"Whoo boy, let's see what we're dealing with." Taehyung gave the zipper an experimental tug upwards. Jungkook wasn't used to having Taehyung’s hands so close to his genitalia, but he supposed it was a testimony to how close they were.
Jungkook leaned against the sink, ears tinged pink with embarrassment as Taehyung yanked at the zipper with reasonable force.
"Hey, watch it man! I don't need you zipping up my balls, too," Jungkook freaked.
"Relax, it's not— Jesus Christ, this thing really isn't budging," Taehyung hissed, hands starting to become sweaty with his efforts.
Jungkook’s eyes widened. He buried his face in his hands, feeling how hot his cheeks were already getting "Fuck. Fuck, man, what am I gonna do? I can't go out there with my fly like this!"
"I'd be more worried about the fact you spent, like, 500 bucks on these pants." If Taehyung used too much force on this he was at risk of breaking it beyond repair, and he really couldn't afford repairs for Louis Vuitton the way Jungkook could.
"Dude, I literally want to die right now." Jungkook prayed everybody would be drunker than he was, at least enough where he could make a speedy exit without anyone noticing his problem.
"Wait!" Taehyung’s head shot up, as though a brilliant idea came to him. "I know someone who's great with zippers!"
Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed, and all he could think about was lightning somehow shooting into the house and striking him down mercifully. "What? Wait—"
"Y/N! Get in here, we need your help!" Taehyung swung open the bathroom door, dragging you inside without preamble or Jungkook’s approval.
You grumbled, eyes narrowed with confusion. "Do I need to aim for you guys or...?"
"No! Kook’s got a bit of a..." Taehyung’s eyes flicked down towards his friend's crotch. "...situation."
Your eyebrows jumped this time. "He has a boner?"
"No!" Now it was Jungkook’s turn to interject. He felt like he could die of embarrassment then and there, having to humiliate himself in front of you of all people. "My zipper is stuck."
"Aw, guess that Louis label doesn't guarantee quality after all, does it?" You jutted your lip out in a fake pout, taking your opportunity to jab at him. You were still suffering from the sting of seeing your ex, and Jungkook was the best target you could ask for tonight. This was just too perfect.
"Hey, be nice," Taehyung scolded. "Will you help?"
"Maybe..." You tapped your cup against your chin, pondering. "If he begs."
"What?!" Jungkook was shocked by your sheer audacity.
You shrugged, fighting (and failing) to keep the corner of your mouth from quirking up into a smirk. "If you want me to help, you have to say please. It's only polite."
"Oh my god, you're such a bitch—"
"That's not very nice."
"Nice? I can—"
"Guys, stop!" Taehyung interrupted the both of your squabbling, not wanting to be cramped in a bathroom with the two of you shouting in his ear. "Just say please, Kook."
Jungkook’s eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he heard Taehyung taking your side. You stuck your tongue out at him like a child, triumphant.
He gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw as he muttered the words. "Will you please help me with my zipper? Please?"
You looked so cheeky and smug, putting your cup down on the sink. Jungkook suddenly had the urge to bite you. "Well, since you sound so pathetic."
You reached for the zipper, and Jungkook hissed to resist the urge of slapping your hands away out of annoyance. "I'm gonna get you back for this, I swear..."
"That's not how you say thank you to a favor, Kookie," you teased, your fingers twiddling with the metal as you tried to yank it up.
"We both know you aren't doing this as a favor." Fuck, you were so close to him. He could smell both the perfume you wore and the alcohol you drank. Now he had to worry about the friction your jerky little tugs were causing.
"Aw, look at you guys getting along," Taehyung smiled, reaching up to pat your head. "I told ya, you just needed to bond a little."
"We are not bonding— ow!" You tried to turn your head to face him, but something caught in your hair. You tried to move again, only realizing that Taehyung’s fancy watch was now tangled in it.
"Sorry!" Taehyung apologized, trying to move his hand back but tugging your head along with it, making you howl. "Oh, sorry again!"
"Stop moving!" You reached one hand back to reach for his wrist, trying to pull a few strands away to get loose.
"Can you get lower? It's hard for me to untangle myself at this angle."
"Fuck!" The hand still on Jungkook’s zipper yanked on it in frustration, the tug doing nothing to free it.
"My hand's getting tired up here, it'll be quicker!" Taehyung whined petulantly.
You rolled your eyes and reluctantly sank onto your knees, the cold tile biting against your skin. You were now staring up at Jungkook, who found the view a lot hotter than he cared to admit.
But he did say he was going to get back at you.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Look at you. Can't believe you're on your knees in a bathroom for me."
You scowled. "It's not for you."
"Right. You're on a dirty bathroom floor for me and Taehyung." Jungkook snickered at your glare, soaking in your scowl.
You reached up for his zipper with both hands, tugging it back down in another attempt, your other hand gripping onto fabric to pull it out. "You really shouldn't piss off the one with a zipper to your balls."
"That's if you can do your job correctly down there."
"Oh, you can fuck right off— Oh fuck, Tae!" Your head jerked back again slightly, and your eyes scrunched as you winced in pain.
"Sorry!" Taehyung apologized again, patting your head with the unadorned hand. "It's almost out, just a little longer."
"Fuck!" You gripped onto Jungkook’s pants tighter, pulling him closer to you as you jerked the zipper more, feeling some leeway.
Jungkook grappled onto the sink counter, trying not to fall against you or get hard, his footing unsteady as you tugged his pants closer to your face. If he wasn't careful you were going to end up with his dick print against your cheek. The sound of your little whine made popping a boner nearly impossible. It was difficult too with the sight of you frustrated and on your knees between the two of them, tiny hands scrambling with his zipper, and his mind was going to places they really shouldn't.
Your hand was moving the zipper up and down, desperately trying to get it loose, the tiny bit of fabric bunched beneath slowly giving way. You fisted at the fabric next to it, trying to pull it in the opposite direction so it would give.
"Fuck, I think I'm close," you muttered quietly to yourself, not even realizing how you sounded.
Fuck. Fuck Jungkook needed to get his zipper fixed now because any second now he was going to get obviously hard, and there'd be absolutely no way of hiding it from you or Taehyung.
"I-I think I might—"
"Shut up, I'm almost there!" Of course you'd be fucking stubborn when you put your mind to something.
"Me too!" His best friend innocently commented, eyes glued on his watch. Taehyung seemed oblivious to Jungkook’s panic, just as focused as you when it came to the task at hand.
You tugged one more time, the slide finally becoming easier and the zipper making its way successfully to the very bottom, no fabric stuck. "Finally!"
Taehyung managed to free his watch with your hair still intact, though it was a mess from the tangles and pulling from prior. "Yes!" He rolled his wrist with satisfaction, his other, unadorned hand now combing through your mess of hair in attempt to smoothe it. "See, that wasn't too bad."
Jungkook felt entirely too suffocated, and for the first time in his life he was desperately wanting a woman off her knees. "For you," he huffed, feeling hotter by the minute.
It was just then that the bathroom door, which you neglected to lock behind you, swung open.
The three of you must've been a sight: your hands up near Jungkook’s crotch while you were on your knees, Jungkook’s pants unzipped, your hair a tangled mess and makeup slightly smudged from crying. Jungkook and Taehyung were also incriminating, both sweating a little from their frustration, breathing heavy from their intense focus on very different missions.
Taehyung looked like a deer in headlights as he turned back toward the people in the doorway, the appearance of the situation seemingly dawning on him.
"Um... I know this is super cliché but... this isn't what it looks like."
—
So everybody thinks you had a threesome in the bathroom with the two hottest guys on campus.
That's just great.
It's not like anyone's dick was even out or anything. Sure, you could see how it'd look like you guys were about to have a threesome, but that's a huge difference! Instead, you were getting bombarded left and right with people you've never even met, asking you what happened, what they were like, who was better, who was bigger. They heard some of the things that were being said, you couldn't fool them. The dialogue alone was incriminating. When you told them the truth they never believed you, some giving you a cheeky smile saying, Fine, keep your secrets.
You were starting to think you might as well have with how many people were convinced.
The mere idea of it was crazy. You, having a threesome with your best friend... and his best friend. Who you hated.
Still, your mind kept drifting back to the image of him looking down at you, so pissed, so on edge. You were lucky he seemed so panicked about the zipper that he didn't notice you pressing your thighs together.
You were a horny drunk, you could admit that much. You just didn't imagine you'd be getting horny for Jungkook of all people.
Or Taehyung.
You thought of the way Tae’s fingers carded through your hair, the assuring pat on your head and the way he cradled your face when you were crying. You thought about how he looked from above as well that night, brows furrowed in concentration, biting down on his lip.
Fuck. You can't be thinking of this. It was just a drunken misunderstanding.
You need to stop thinking about fucking your best friend and his best friend. End of story.
There was no way that was ever happening. Jungkook hated your guts the same way you hated his, and Taehyung was always oblivious to everything.
You just had to pretend that none of it was bothering you.
That's why you were loud as hell as you barged your way into Taehyung’s apartment, holding your copy of his key between your fingers.
"Hee! I'm here!" you called, just in case Jungkook was inside and you were unwittingly put into a trap with him. You stumbled your way into the living room, where Taehyung sat on his huge ass sofa, solo. "No Kook today?"
"Nah, he's not going to be out of class for another hour at least. I'm all yours 'til then." He was so cocky with it, crossing his fingers behind his head and leaning back, giving a mischievous grin.
"Lucky me," you chuckled, kicking off your shoes to join him.
With an early start to wine and enough time to get you tipsy, your conversation with Taehyung had delved into the topic no one, you especially now, could take off their minds: threesomes.
At first it started with the two of you laughing over how ridiculous the rumor spreading about the three of you was.
"So, I'm guessing you heard the rumors too?"
"Which one? The one about the dean having the same dealer as us, or the one that Sigma Ki has a cuck hazing ritual?"
You lightly shoved at your friend, rolling your eyes. "You know the one."
Taehyung laughed at your annoyance, positively beaming. "Oh, you mean the one about you, me, and Kook fucking each other in the bathroom? I may have heard about it."
How crazy that'd be. How stupid everyone was for automatically believing it. Then it continued, getting a bit deeper. You were currently ranting about how the concept of it in the general public, and what was deemed as more "acceptable" was two girls with one guy. It had only become a recent phenomenon of a girl getting to have two guys at the same time, the riskiest it was willing to go before still forcing her to choose one of the two. Meanwhile men's fantasies included harems and two women and expectations for girls that had been ingrained in the misogynistic society you were subjected to today.
"I mean, let's be soooo for real," you droned, the alcohol in your system making you bolder with your opinions. "Threesomes with two guys and one girl don't happen in real life. It's just a porn fantasy, and not one that gets delivered enough anyways because visual porn is much more catered to the male gaze. God forbid a woman's the center of attention."
"I'm sure those threesomes happen more often than you think, you know."
"Think about all the threesomes you know of, with real people you know, and measure out how many of those were two girls and how many were two guys. Those specific pairings. Go."
Taehyung pondered for a moment, giving it some thought. "So it's a bit... imbalanced."
"Guys have it so easy!" You whined, sinking into the couch cushions, crossing your arms with a huff. "Girls are constantly expected to be gay with their girl friends. If a girl isn't down to have a threesome with another girl, she's seen as boring. That's why so many of those Tinder couples are looking for a girl. And it's all catered towards the guy. Hell, if I were with another naked chick, the guy definitely wouldn't be getting all the attention. It's like rowboating with a heavy ass robot in the middle. Sure, hypothetically you can get the job done, but overall it'd just be best if the useless piece of junk were out of the picture."
Taehyung cackled at your comment, shaking his head. "You have the strangest way of describing things."
"I'm pretty sure I heard it from some comedian." You waved aside the thought. "Meanwhile, if you ask a guy to have a threesome with his bestie, he'd look at you like you have two heads! It only exists in porn, not real life," you rambled on.
"I'm still sure it happens in real life more often than you'd think."
"No, I doubt that. That's why it's so silly that everyone's so gullible. Guys are always going on about how it'd be gay to have a threesome with another man, but it's just as hot for the girl as it is for the guy in the switched scenarios," you pointed out. "Why else would girls be reading yaoi or reading gay fanfiction when they themselves are not gay men? Get turned on when they kiss?"
"I don't know. Some guys aren't as insecure in their masculinity as you think."
"Oh yeah? Like who?"
"Me."
You scoffed. "You? Yeah right."
"I don't think I'd mind," he shrugged, as though it were the most casual thing in the world.
"Oh really? So if a woman asked if you and your best friend— if you and Jungkook, were down to fuck her, you'd do it?" Surely Taehyung was just blowing smoke out of his ass. Your sweet Tae? No way. The mere concept of him and Jungkook actually sharing a girl was enough to give anyone a nosebleed. Like Jungkook would be capable of sharing in general.
Taehyung stared at the ceiling, as though thinking about it. "Depends on the woman."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wouldn't sleep with just any woman, first of all, my best friend included or not."
"Fair point." You thought about it for a moment. "Imagine, like, the hottest girl you've ever seen, then. You'd be down to fuck her no matter what."
Taehyung looked at you with a half-lidded gaze, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek. "Is she as hot as you?"
You rolled your eyes at his typical sleazy compliments, brushing it off with ease. He sometimes unintentionally flirted with you like this, riled you up, reminded you of what you couldn't have. At least, definitely not with Jungkook in the way. It was always innocent banter, some light teasing, like he doesn't know what it does to you. You wonder if he was truly oblivious or if he was just really good at pretending as a way to watch you squirm. "I forget, this whole thing's easy to you. You forget the rest of us plebeians have trouble even getting one person to want us, let alone two. You could probably pick three for one night, easy." You ruffled his hair, pushing his head to the side. "Not all of us look like we could be on the cover of Vogue, you know."
Taehyung pulled you in closer, arm looping around your waist until your thighs were pressing against one another's. "You're hot and you know it."
"Yeah, but I'm not on like, you or Jungkook’s level," you snorted. Hate Jungkook all you want, you couldn't deny the man creeped into the edges of your mind when you were getting off to the thought of his best friend. How you got to know two such gorgeous men, even in this sense, was beyond you.
"You're prettier than both of us. Jungkook would agree." Taehyung leaned in and nosed your neck affectionately, and half of you expected Jungkook to walk in any minute and scold you two for defiling the couch, even though the gesture was surely done with the purest of intentions.
"Doubt that," you chuckled. "I know I'm sorta pretty—"
"Definitely pretty."
"Definitely pretty," you corrected yourself. "But I have no doubt that I get weird stares when the three of us are in public, and people who don't know us wonder how I was able to pull that off."
Taehyung cocked his head to the side, studying your reaction, assessing your words and narrowing his eyes as though he wanted to argue. Slowly, his gaze drifted further down your face, lingering on your lips. "Ask me the question again."
"What question?" You forgot it already.
"Ask if me and my best friend would be down to fuck you."
Immediately your heart jumped. Your cheeks burned at his clarification, and you squirmed in your seat. "I don't think I phrased it like that!" You couldn't help but feel exposed, even though he misread your question entirely.
"It is now." He leaned in closer, invading your space. You instinctively tried to sink further into the couch. Taehyung stopped his face a few inches from yours, arm hooking over the back of the couch behind you, impossible to ignore, waiting on your answer. He nudged at your chin with his fingers to get you to look at him properly, the way his eyes glittered being far too mischevious for your comfort. "Ask it."
You wanted to tell him to fuck off and quit playing with you, but you were also determined to hide how affected you were. This was so unlike him. Typically he was a clueless dolt, adoring, sweet, not this. The last thing you wanted Taehyung to know was how accurately he was now seeing you now. Did he always? Was he just pretending like he didn't know all this time? You didn't want him to see how excited you were getting by some hypoethical question that could never happen for two very big, very handsome reasons.
But this is Taehyung you're talking about. There was a very real possibility he was just bluffing to get a reaction out of you. You were used to him pulling shit out of his ass to make some contrived point.
"Fine." You squared your shoulders, looking Taehyung in the eye. "Would you want to fuck me with Jungkook?"
There's something that seemed to go dark inside his eyes, his face serious. "Yes."
You couldn't prevent the immediate small exhale of your nose, shaking your head and breaking eye contact. "You're so full of shit. Anything to prove your point and win an argument, huh?" He was exactly the same back in debate, go figure.
You were about to push him aside when you felt a hand on your knee. You stared up at him in surprise, his face still deadly serious.
"I mean it."
His thumb did a small brush against the side of your leg, and it was enough to make your knee jump beneath his palm. Your heartbeat raced, and you're suddenly left shy, as though this weren't your best friend Taehyung.
"I... That still doesn't prove my point!" Your brain was now melting away, and you're scrambling for whatever solid parts were left to form words. Taehyung was saying he wanted to fuck you. With Jungkook. What kind of sick joke was the universe playing with you? "The likelihood of one guy agreeing to that in the first place is super low, much less two."
"Jungkook would say yes, too."
You looked at Taehyung as though he were crazy. "Are we talking about the same Jungkook?"
"Yes."
"Bullshit." You couldn't help but relax a little, reminding yourself of the impossibility, especially where Jungkook was involved. "He hates me."
"He doesn't hate you," Taehyung insisted.
"He does, too." Your confidence was slowly returning, and for a moment you pay no mind to Taehyung’s hand on your knee, your mind now tuning back into debate-mode. "And I know for a fact he'd think you're crazy for even asking and say no."
"He wouldn't. I saw how he was looking at you in the bathroom."
You swore your heart stopped then and there. "You're bluffing."
Taehyung grinned, and you could practically see the devil horns starting to grow. Perhaps the angel act really was a disguise. "Wanna bet?"
"What on?"
His smile deepened. "If he says no, we forget this whole thing happened. Hell, I'll take you out to that trendy little coffee place you love so much. You win."
The unasked questioned stands in the air before you take the plunge. "And if I lose?"
His eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment, barely long enough for you to catch. "Guess."
You sucked in a breath at that. The thing about Taehyung was that he could never truly be trusted for when he was bluffing and making shit up or when he was saying fact. It was one of those things that made beating him in the moment, with all his deceit and bravado, even more special.
So that's why you found the courage to say: "Call him."
Taehyung didn't even break eye contact with you, whipping out his phone from his back pocket and ringing up Jungkook, turning it on speaker so it was loud enough for both of you to hear.
When the first dial rang you started to have second thoughts.
When the second dial rang you started to think about how Jungkook would believe you were a total freak for wanting this, for wanting to be shared by Taehyung and him of all people, and you'd be ready to die on the spot when you next saw him.
When the third dial rang, you started to believe you were being overdramatic, and that it'd go to voicemail and you and Taehyung could have a big laugh and forget the whole thing ever happened. Maybe make it an inside joke between the two of you. What if he had picked up?
And then he picked up.
You were ready to scream when his deep voice came out of the speaker. "Yo."
"Yo, man, what you up to?" Taehyung sounded so casual, and he only smiled when he saw your look of worry and shock as you mouthed at him to hang up.
Taehyung was so close to you that you could hear everything on Jungkook’s end without the phone even being on speaker. "Just got out of class. What's up?"
"Wanted to know if you're free to come over."
"Sure dude. What're you wanting to do?"
Taehyung’s eyes locked with yours, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Y/N."
There's a moment of silence on the line, and you wondered for a moment if Jungkook hung up at the mere mention of your name.
Finally, he spoke.
"Tonight?" He didn't ask any further questions about what Taehyung means by that. He didn't sound shocked, only mildly curious. Amused. Not even repulsed the way you were anticipating.
"More like now." Taehyung was clearly loving watching you squirm, seeing you panic at the audacity he had to go through with the stupid bet. "How soon can you get here?"
He said it. He actually said it.
There's some noise on the receiver, but Jungkook sounded calm. "She asked for this?"
"Directly," Taehyung confirmed. "Explicitly, in fact."
Your cheeks burned further with humiliation. There was silence again. "Is she there?"
Taehyung held out the phone, turning down the volume a bit, tilting his head as though with mock pity. Now whatever answer Jungkook had to give would be right against your ear. "He wants to talk to you."
Your mouth is suddenly dry as he passed you the phone, and you licked your lips as though that'll do any good. "I'm— I'm here."
"Did you really ask for me and Taehyung to fuck you?"
The words almost felt like a caress in your ear, but you're sure you're mistaking a disgusted scowl as a purr of lust. Your mind clearly couldn't be trusted tonight.
You looked back at Taehyung, still close enough for him to pick up on what's being said. You realized you have a chance to deny it all, pretend it was a joke gone too far, a prank. Taehyung would be true to his word, pretend it never happened.
And then your mind raced with everything that could happen.
God, this could be such a bad idea...
"I did."
There was a pause on Jungkook’s end, and it felt as though everyone in the room was soaking in your small confession, like you were in a booth with a priest at church all over again.
"I'll be there in 30."
Jungkook hung up, the line going dead.
Your head felt as though it were filled with static, absorbing what had just happened.
Taehyung, however, wasted no time, immediately throwing his phone away and focusing all of his attention on you.
You could barely wrap your head around the situation, still trying to comprehend multiple facts at once. Taehyung wanted to fuck you. Jungkook wanted to fuck you. Taehyung and Jungkook were both going to fuck you. Now. At the same time.
You rapidly blinked, not even noticing the fact that Taehyung was drawing in closer, crowding your space more than ever.
"Is this—ha, I mean, well— is this for real? This can't be real." You absentmindedly shook your head, as though trying to wake yourself up from a dream.
"It's real." Taehyung’s eyes were intense, staring at you in a whole new light now, one you couldn't help but tremble under. "It's happening."
"But— This can't—"
"Yes, it can."
"No, you're just fucking with me with another one of your silly pranks. Was this planned?" You laughed, knowing the idea would be so Taehyung. If they were secretly recording this there's no doubt the look on your face is priceless. You'd kill him if he posted it. "Funny. Fun one. You got me."
"Y/N." He grabbed your wrists, pulling you in so your chest was against his, staring you in the eye. "Jungkook’s going to be here in half an hour."
You stilled in his hold, gulping at his words as you slowly comprehended the truth of them.
"So you're all mine until he gets here."
That made your heart stop.
You were barely able to make out words.
"I... you don't..."
"I do." Taehyung emphasized. "Do you?"
Your mind felt as though it fully shut down, the only thought in your brain being how Taehyung’s lips are closer than ever. "What?"
Taehyung didn't get impatient with you, instead being very understanding of the fact that he already turned you brainless without even really touching you. He moved a centimeter closer, his lips barely brushing against yours, like the particles that made up both of you were just passing by. "Do you want this?"
Your mind was in static mode again as Taehyung pulled one of your hands up to his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat against your palm.
"You want me and Kookie?" Taehyung questioned further, clarifying. "I think we both made it very clear we want you."
Never in your life had you guessed your best friend would say that. You slowly came to terms that this very much wasn't a dream, and that Taehyung was actually saying this to you. "You want me?"
"I'll want you any way I can have you," Taehyung emphasized, a soft smile on his face. "Even with Kook."
"I... I can't believe you'd both..."
"Kook understands," he said, moving his lips closer to your pulse point below your ear. "He's wanted this longer than you'd think." His breath tickled your neck, and you shivered. "I'm more curious about how long you've wanted this."
You shuddered and found yourself pulling him closer, wanting to feel more than just his lips lightly brushing against you, teasing you when Jungkook could be here in less than half an hour. How long had he known? Had he always been observant, and you just projected some oblivious facade onto him?
"You mean longer than the bathroom?"
Taehyung’s gaze drifted down to your lips. "Did you?"
"I... maybe." You wanted to be flirtier, more enticing, but you were still somewhat in shock due to recent revelations. You were too stunned to even try to act sexy right now. "I feel like I'm suddenly discovering new things about you."
"There's a lot of things you're about to figure out. Just ask."
"How is it you know what I want?"
"Because, I know exactly how you feel about me," he purred in your ear, moving a lock of hair behind it. You held your breath when you felt the tip of his nose along your neck, so close, raising goosebumps. "I always have..." He dipped his head lower, pressing a small, soft kiss at the center of your neck. "I know how you feel about Jungkook, too."
You knew there was no way he could miss the way you gulped at that.
"Constantly fighting with him, building up so much frustration... you wanna know he'd take it out on you, don't you?" He pressed his lips again at the base of your throat, sucking softly, whispering the dirty secret into your skin. "Wanna know how I'd tell him to do it?"
"Fuck." You couldn't deny the wave of heat that flooded to your core with his words.
He chuckled, watching you fight back against the urge of curling in on yourself with how aroused you were. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he slowly got off the couch to move in front of you, lips ghosting over the center of your ribcage as he traveled down your body. "Want me to show you?"
"Where's all t-this coming from?" You breathlessly smiled, still trying to grasp the fact that this was all real, and not a serious maladaptive daydreaming episode. Taehyung was always so sweet, so respectful. How were you supposed to predict this side of him?
"From you telling me you want my best friend and I to fuck you," he hissed, giving a small nip now just to have you feel the sting of his teeth on your skin instead.
"You m-made me say it!"
"Yeah? I'll make you beg for it too." He rose up to your face, brushing your hair out of the way so he could look into your eyes properly. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl."
His hand slid up to your neck, not tight, but present, like he wanted to measure your heartbeat himself to make sure you wouldn't lie to him.
You licked your lips, trying to swallow down your doubts of courage. The feeling of being so vulnerable to him in this context was baffling.
"I want for both you and Jungkook to fuck me. Happy?" You managed to spit out the words, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Taehyung let out a wicked grin, whistling at your attitude. "Oh? Talk back, don't we? Yeah, Kook will fucking love you."
He finally pressed his lips against yours, hand sliding up to the base of your head , fingers tangling into your roots and keeping you locked in place as he devoured you, making sure your head wouldn't hurt from being pressed against the back of the couch. He wasn't tender or sweet, the way you probably would've predicted and fantasized about when you first met him, and the small budding crush you had on his cute features hadn't warped into something darker, more lustful. No, he was sure of his movements, kissing you with purpose, actions deliberate as he moved with noticeable skill that could only come from practice. His tongue slid against yours with an ease that made your knees weak.
Taehyung was infuriatingly good at kissing you. You supposed it was to be expected, with how much action he probably saw, face like that and all, but still. He had this way of kissing you that made the rest of the world disappear, with only his hands on your face and his lips on yours to ground you.
You eyes were fluttering shut, and soon you were both moving in tandem, finding a tune that only you two knew. The soft sounds of his lips smacking against yours filled the room, and the grip he had on your roots, pulling your hair properly this time, was driving you crazy.
"Please," you gasped the word into his mouth. He groaned and kissed you some more, his hand tightening as he pressed you further against him. You gripped onto his shirt, the taste of him so irresistible you forgot completely that he was your best friend, and you shouldn't be doing what you're about to with his best friend too.
You subconsciously spread your legs, drawing Taehyung in so you could grind your core against his.
He chuckled into your mouth, one hand moving down to your hip to pin you down and deny you. "Needy little thing, aren't you? We're just getting started. Let me take my time with you."
You wanted to scream at him that you two didn't exactly have time, but found your brain back to mush the moment he began kissing you again, lowering his hips to yours to slowly press his heat against you. His hand stayed on your hip, halting movement from you so that he could control the gradual pace, teasing and torturous as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. It felt so good to be pinned beneath him already, in his arms, like you two were made to fit together.
You moaned against his lips when the fabric of his jeans hit your clit in a particularly delicious fashion. He growled in response, hand cupping your chin better to angle your face a little more to the side, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in, letting it coax your lips along with his. He licked his way into your mouth, greedily swallowing more of your moans as the hand on your hip drifted down to your thigh, hitching it over his own hip to grind more securely against you.
He rolled his hips, pressing you further against the couch as you felt him get harder against you, his hand tightening against your thigh as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to him.
"So fucking good," he rasped against your lips, mind spinning at all the soft, weak little sounds that escaped you. "Can't believe I finally get to have you like this."
You kissed him harder, hands pressed against his face, wanting to memorize the feeling of his cheekbones against your fingertips. You gripped onto his hair, his shirt, anywhere you could reach, try to rock back against his hips and fully feel the bulge pressed against your pussy.
"Fuck, Taehyung..."
"Mmf, say that again." He bit your lip before pulling back.
He pressed up at an angle that hit the sweet spot against your clit, and you had no choice but to obey. "Taehyung!"
"Shit, you sound so whiny." He buried his head into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin just to hear another pathetic sound leave your mouth. He sucked hard, and you knew it'd leave a mark. "Kook’s gonna lose his mind," he groaned into you.
You threw your head back, your hips quickening against him. "Hee, please, do something."
He snarled at your impatience, nipping at your neck again in punishment before smacking your thigh. "Be patient," he grit, blunt nails raking over where he slapped you. "You're mine right now, remember?"
You nodded, a shiver running up your spine as his fingers trailed further down your leg before going back up higher and higher, ghosting over the fabric of your underwear.
His thumb brushed over the lace of your panties, and he bit his lip in anticipation. "Shit, I don't think you even know what's coming."
You canted your hips to receive more of his touch. "M-Meaning?"
"Meaning I need to start getting you ready for when Kook arrives," Tae said. He pulled on the waistband, dragging them down your legs and discarding them to the floor. "I need to make sure you're wet enough for both of us."
Hearing your best friend talk so dirty was enough to send your mind into a tizzy. You grabbed his hand and pressed him right against your sex, eager to not waste time and see how much he can offer you in twenty minutes. Taehyung took the hint, fingers sliding up and down, getting a feel for the glide and slick you've already produced.
"Shit, you're so wet already," Taehyung said in awe, lips parted as he admired the shine on his fingers from you. "Are you excited?"
"O-Obviously." You were barely able to contain the whine when he slides a digit inside, curling it up to search for your g-spot. "It's not every day a girl gets propositioned by a hot guy, let alone two."
He quirked a brow. "Oh? You think we're hot?"
Your cheeks shouldn't burn this much from stating the obvious. "I mean... you're not bad to look at. Don't let it get to your head."
Taehyung’s grin only widened. "And Jungkook?"
You glanced away, squirming a bit as you felt him find the sweet spot inside of you. "He's f-fine I guess."
"Look at you, getting so flustered," Taehyung cooed, bending down to peck at the flush in your cheeks. "You can admit you want him, baby. It's ok."
Hearing your best friend call you "baby" in this context was something else entirely. Before it always felt so casual, something you couldn't read into. Now he was saying it like you were his. Suddenly your hips were bucking against his hand more, your body beginning to take control of your mind.
He was speeding up, and your mind was steadily beginning to melt. "I-I—"
You felt more pressure build up as Taehyung slid in another finger, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy starting to get louder.
"You can tell him when he gets here," Taehyung whispered against your lips, wanting a front row seat to all of your pathetic whimpers and moans while they were still just for him. "He'll be thrilled."
Another whine escaped your lips from Taehyung’s ministrations.
"Fuck, why are you so good at this?" You muttered half to yourself, in disbelief that Taehyung was already making you feel better within five minutes than your ex did in five months.
He sucked against your neck, purposefully marking you, humming against the skin as he sloppily thrust his fingers inside. "Mm, you're just easy to ruin. You can't even hide how turned on you are."
You felt heat pool down into your abdomen, your tells showing. "Tae, I'm getting close."
To your dismay he pulled his fingers out of you, giving the side of your neck sweet kisses in apology. "Not yet. You'll need to wait."
He swallowed your whine of frustration, cradling your face in his hands and kissing you, the glide of his tongue against yours somewhat distracting you from the ache left between your legs. His kiss was wet, using just enough tongue for it to feel filthy, making sure you memorized the way he tasted.
Once your orgasm had surely died down he kissed his way down your jaw and your chest, getting on his knees, face all the way down to your now neglected pussy. He sighed with content when he saw how needy and wound up you already were, your body begging him to break it in properly. He couldn't help himself, giving your sex a sweet kiss as well, mouth trapping your clit and giving it the attention it was so desperate for.
Your back arched off the couch as Taehyung began eating you out, the wet muscle traveling between your folds and lapping at all you had to offer, his jaw widening so he could feel more of you. He moaned, and the vibrations made you buck against his mouth. He pinned you down firmly, throwing an arm over your hips, sucking on your clit reverently. Burying your hand in his hair, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure, his tongue dragging along you.
You looked down at him, his lashes long, kissing the apples of his cheeks as he focused on your taste, your breathy whimpers, the way your thighs twitched next to his head when he focused his tongue on the spot right beneath your clit.
"Fu-uck," you moaned, your nails scratching against his scalp as he got you close to the edge again. "Feels so good, Tae."
He moaned into you again in response, making you dig your heels into his back.
Pleasure pooled down to your abdomen, and you felt your abs begin to tighten. Before you could even think about hiding your orgasm from Taehyung, he's pulling away, making you shiver with the cold air against your hitting your bare cunt.
"No!" You whined, losing your grip on his hair as he rose up, rubbing your thighs in apology as he planted his lips to yours, replacing your complaints with the taste of yourself. His hand came up to your throat, not tight, but enough pressure for you to want to lean into it.
Taehyung didn't stop kissing you until your protests died and your muscles relaxed again, and you were just a desperate, breathless mess beneath him.
When he finally let you have air, your eyes were glossy with the second lost orgasm. You slumped over and laid on the couch, panting with tear-brimmed eyes, frustrated beyond belief.
Taehyung gave an apologetic look, like if it were up to him, you'd be cumming your brains out by now.
"Poor baby." He pouted along with you, hand traveling down to gently caress at your folds, spreading them between his fingers and feeling how wet and denied you were. "Bet it hurts so bad, doesn't it?"
You nodded, squirming under his touch, wanting so badly to cum against his fingers.
He didn't give you hope yet, though, sliding his hand up to your lower belly. "It'll feel better soon," he promised, slowly pushing down and applying more pressure. "It'll feel really good once me and Kook are right here."
You gasped, biting your lip at the thought of them that deep inside you.
As if on cue, the front door opened, revealing a panting Jeon Jungkook.
"That couldn't have been thirty minutes," Taehyung laughed, rolling off you as Jungkook strolled closer to you two, his eyes devouring the sight of you teary eyed, cunt exposed and swollen, ready to be taken. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, nostrils flaring as he stared at you with hooded eyes. The lust was palpable, every muscle in his body appearing tight, tense at seeing you so vulnerable already. Taehyung moved behind you, propping you up so your back was against his chest, adding to Jungkook’s view.
"I may have sped a little," Jungkook admitted, biting his lower lip. His eyes never left you, as though he were transfixed. "And used the stairs instead of the elevator."
Taehyung squeezed your face, grinning down at you, like he understood Jungkook’s obsession unquestionably. "Hear that baby? You're not the only desperate one."
Your eyes locked with Jungkook, whose gaze was intense and made it impossible for you to look away.
Jungkook cautiously raised a hand to your knee, slowly tracing upward as you shivered under his touch. "Has she cum yet?"
"Not yet. I've been edging her. Figured you wouldn't want to miss it." Taehyung moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck, pulling one of your thighs to the side to open you up more for Jungkook. "She does this cute little whine whenever she's close."
Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs twitched in response. "J-Just hurry up and fucking touch me already."
Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, and before you knew it he landed a sharp slap right against your cunt.
"Fuck!" Your back arched, your hips bucking until Jungkook roughly slammed them back down, planting another smack against your swollen folds.
"Is that how we ask for things?"
"It's how I—fuck!" You couldn't hold back the pornographic moan that tumbled out of your lips as Jungkook did it again, though this time rubbing your clit after, as though to blur the pain into pleasure.
"Such a mouth on you still." Jungkook clicked his tongue, as though disappointed. "Taehyung didn't teach you manners while I was on my way?"
"We didn't have much time for our lesson," Taehyung excused, pulling your shirt further up your torso to run his hand over your exposed skin, his touch gentle in contrast to Jungkook’s. "She's still learning."
"How many times did you edge her?" Jungkook trapped your clit between two of his fingers, applying pressure on the tiny bud to watch you gasp.
"Twice." Taehyung raised the shirt over your tits now, trapping a nipple between his digits similar to Jungkook.
"Wanna go for a third, princess?" Kook slapped your cunt again, making you cry out and shake your head, desperate just the way Taehyung described. Still, your reaction every time he strikes your pussy was noticeable.
Jungkook wasn't going to let you live it down.
"You like when I slap your little pussy don't you? Don't tell me we've got a painslut on our hands."
Your cheeks burned at the term, and your breath caught with embarrassment. Both could see it all over your face that you were getting hot and bothered by how he treated you.
Jungkook chuckled a bit at that. "Then be a good girl for us, and maybe, just maybe, we'll let you cum."
Your eyes watered even more, but even then, you nodded in agreement, now under the mercy of two men.
Jungkook smirked, victorious. "Atta girl."
"You should feel how tight she is," Taehyung suggested, giving a reassuring squeeze.
Jungkook finally sank two fingers into you, making your breath hitch. Jungkook’s gaze darkened, already imagining how your walls would squeeze his cock. "Fuck, what a tight little slut."
Your thighs twitched at the name, and both men took a mental note your reaction to being degraded.
Jungkook started curling his fingers inside of you, pressing against your g-spot, having the heel of his palm press deep against your clit. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between your pussy and your face, examining your open mouth and your small mewls as he started to work up what Taehyung started, the wet sounds of his digits inside of you filling the room.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet. Tae must've really worked you up, huh?" Jungkook purred, sliding in a third digit easily, not missing how your eyes started to roll back as he stretched you out. "Bet you've been dreaming of this since the party."
"S-Shut up," you stammered out. "Says the one who was forming a boner."
"Yeah?" Jungkook started increasing the power of his thrusts, veins starting to pop out of his forearm as he did so. "Why don't you just shut up and let out more of those pretty moans?"
"Why don't you—"
Your words were cut off but Taehyung pressing his two middle digits against your tongue, rendering you silent.
"Now now, play nice you two," Tae chastised, shaking his head. "I thought my baby agreed to be good, no?"
He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, earning a glare.
"Come here." Taehyung pulled your jaw to face him, kissing you and muffling any insults you had to throw at Jungkook. His tongue glided against yours, quelling your anger and making you buck up needily against the younger man's hand.
When you broke apart, you weren't even given a second to breathe, Jungkook’s large hand being the one holding your face now, focusing your attention back onto him.
"What? No kiss for Kookie?" He grinned at your scowl. "Or is Tae’s baby too good for it?"
"Give him a kiss, baby," Taehyung encouraged. "Let me watch."
You licked your lips, only allowing for a moment of trepidation before leaning into Jungkook. His lips met yours readily, hungry as he kissed you, the pace of his fingers quickening with every stroke. He growled when you moaned against his mouth, grinding his palm firmer against your clit in reward. He pressed his mouth against you like he was trying to brand you with his kiss, make you feel it even after he was gone.
He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, demanding, his other hand sliding into the roots at the back of your head, angling your face just how he liked so he could kiss you deeper. He groaned as you whimpered against him, trying to keep up a good fight. He made it look too easy, the effortless way his mouth dominated yours bringing you to shame. He sucked on your tongue a bit, the helpless sound you made in response only making him harder.
When he broke away you were both left staring at one another, gathering breath, analyzing the blown out pupils of one another.
This was Jeon Jungkook. The man you were constantly fighting for Taehyung’s attention. The one you couldn't spend five minutes with without starting an argument.
You weren't sure which one of you leaned in first, but suddenly you were both slamming your mouths against each other again, but this time hungrier. More desperate. There was a carnal desire in how Jungkook kissed you now, like he wanted to eat you and make you cry for every bullshit fight you put up against him.
Taehyung was mesmerized, his eyes never leaving you and Jungkook as you clung onto the younger, trying to bring him closer to you, clawing at his clothes as you expressed your pent up sexual frustration through the kiss. Taehyung’s hand slid down between you and Jungkook’s, his digits playing with your clit. You whined against Jungkook’s mouth, your orgasm starting to approach.
You broke away from the kiss, whining just like promised. "Please let me cum this time, please!"
Jungkook chuckled at how easy you were to break this time, purposefully slamming his fingers against the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. "Aw, should I? But you were being such a brat earlier."
"Let her cum," Taehyung crooned, sympathizing with you. "She's got a lot ahead of her."
Jungkook always did have a habit of going along with Taehyung’s desires.
But he wasn't going to be nice about it.
"You hear that?" Jungkook scoffed, grabbing your face and bringing you close to his, his eye contact intense as he studied your pitiful expression. "Congratulations, sweetheart. You get to cum until your brain fucking melts."
You arched against Taehyung as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into your cunt, right behind the spot where Taehyung was still toying with your clit. Tae doubled his efforts, pressing down harder, making sure to give attention to the spot right underneath that had your toes curling. Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm overtook you, and suddenly clear liquid was gushing all over both of their fingers.
Jungkook’s jaw dropped open, watching you squirt against both of their hands. He was completely enraptured, mouth dropping open in awe as he watched you shake like a leaf.
"Fuck, that's it, make a mess for me. Make a mess all over Kookie’s fingers," he muttered to himself.
You couldn't stop it, the pleasure coming over you like a tidal wave. You gripped onto both of them to steady yourself, droplets flying out of you as you shook. Neither man stopped, both continuing until you were drained of every last drop, eventually slumping over against Taehyung, the aftershocks of your orgasm riding it's course along your thighs until it was no more.
Both men pulled their hands away, your legs giving residual twitches at the sensation.
"I... I think I ruined the couch.." Your voice had that breathless, cute little whine that made it impossible for anyone to be mad.
Not they would be in the first place.
"You did perfect baby." Taehyung kissed the corner of your mouth. "It's about to get a lot messier anyways."
You were limp and complaint as they both maneuvered you onto all fours, the dark stain forming on the couch mocking from beneath you. Taehyung yanked off his clothes behind you, shedding each article one by one.
The tip of Tae’s cock nudged along your entrance, sliding up and down your folds and catching at your clit every time he wanted to watch you cringe from sensitivity. Soon the small shocks would stop, and when you stopped tensing he focused more on your hole, slowly breaching it. It gave way, letting him push inside the first inch.
You held your breath as he started to get the entire tip inside, your walls stretching despite Kook’s thick fingers. Jungkook cradled your face in his hands, observing your struggle.
"Poor thing. You look like you're about to cry any second."
He leaned in, kissing you when Taehyung got past the tip, now slipping another inch inside you. Kook’s lips were a good distraction, letting you focus on the natural instinct to follow his flow instead of the overwhelming sensation of Taehyung filling you up. Jungkook slipped a hand down your body, gently twirling his fingers around your clit, coaxing you to let more of Tae in.
"That's it. Let him in. Let him stretch you out so I can have my turn. I'm not allowed to fuck you until after. "
You moaned against his lips. "Mmf— who says?"
You could feel him smile, like you had been let in on a shared secret.
"We made a deal after the party." Taehyung hissed from behind as he sank further into you. "But we had been thinking about it for a while."
You furrowed your brows, trying to form a coherent sentence and not focus on how good Taehyung was stretching you out right now. "W-What deal?"
Taehyung smirked at the expression you wore as he pushed in more, now over halfway inside. "That if we did this..." Both of you let out a strangled noise of pleasure when he bottomed out inside you, his balls now flush against your cunt. "I get first dibs."
Jungkook laughed, patting your cheek condescendingly. "Bro code."
That's when it dawned on you that you had fallen into Tae’s trap, just as he planned. The moment you asked the question, it was game over for you.
Taehyung pulled back some, giving a few experimental, shallow thrusts, letting you get used to the feeling of him. Eventually you stopped tensing up, loosening as you became accustomed to the sensation, your nerves coming alight as he started to go deeper.
"How's that dick feel, baby?" Jungkook mocked you with the pet name, combing his fingers through your hair in faux comfort, keeping your face angled up so he could drink in every expression you couldn't hide. "Is it just like you've always imagined?"
"Fu-uck you." Your jab lacked it's usual venom, instead becoming breathy at the end as Taehyung hit a sweet spot.
"Ask nicely," Jungkook bit back.
You were about to respond when Taehyung’s hand jotted out in front of you, grabbing Jungkook by the nape and pressing his mouth against yours, forcing the two of you to kiss to stop your bickering.
"Behave, both of you," Taehyung scolded, gritting it out as he started using longer strokes, letting you feel how long and deep he was every time he pulled out to the tip to thrust back in to the hilt.
Jungkook seemed to melt against your mouth, not even arguing with Taehyung as he moved his lips against yours. Every moan that escaped your mouth and into his he took greedily, tilting his head to the right to kiss you thoroughly as each of Taehyung’s thrusts pressed you closer together.
Taehyung really was such a good mediator.
You broke away for a breath of air, glaring at Jungkook and his swollen, pouty lips. He glared back, though it seemed to be because you pulled away when he didn't get his fill of kissing you.
"I still hate you," you said, though the words have no bite. Not when each one comes out breathless and weak along with Taehyung’s strokes. Not when you give Jungkook that stare that lets him know that even if you did hate him, you wanted him in equal measure.
"C'mere. You don't need to talk anymore." Jungkook grabbed your face, making you arch your back further as he started kissing you again, unashamed with the wet, sloppy sounds of your lips smacking together or the low growls that emanated from his chest.
You two stayed making out for a moment, your lips repeatedly crashing against his as Taehyung rocked you back and forth on his cock. Neither of you seemed to mind, though, both breathless and panting into each other's mouths in a mess of tongue and teeth, and you desperately grasped onto Kook for stability. Kook sucked on your tongue, moaning when he felt you melt in his arms.
He finally let you go, pulling off his shirt, hands moving to his pants and pulling his flushed, aching cock out with little finesse. He's about the same size as Taehyung, and your jaw already began to ache as you examined the challenging girth.
Jungkook tapped the tip of his cock against your pouty lips. "C'mon, open that bratty mouth. There's a good girl."
You gave a gentle kiss to the head, and then another, opening your mouth more with each one as you started using your tongue, slowly making out with it the way you would either of them. You closed your eyes, suckling on it a bit, the same way he did on the tip of your tongue earlier.
Jungkook seemed to be enamored with the sight, jaw dropping open as you slowly progressed to kitten licks, peering up with them with the faux innocent look that only got him harder.
He muttered under his breath, curling his fingers into the roots of your hair and slowly pressing you down further.
You complied as he pushed your head down, opening your mouth greater as the full head was suctioned by your lips.
Jungkook hissed when you flicked your tongue on the underside of his cock where the head met the shaft, and he slowly sank you down further, the gradual slide of your throat down on him making his toes curl.
Jungkook tossed his head back, feeling your throat suction around him as he start to fuck it properly. "Oh shit. Don't stop, just like that baby. Fuck, you're so good at this. Your mouth feels so fucking good."
He was decent enough to give a slow pace, following along with Taehyung who did the same in order for you to get used to being filled from both ends. Jungkook did his best not to buck into your mouth or push too far into the back of your throat. It started to get harder when Taehyung started fucking you faster, though, your body naturally being pushed forward again and again, making you gag further and further down Jungkook’s cock until his eyes were rolling to the back of his throat.
"Holy shit," Taehyung moaned, slapping your ass thrice in quick succession. "My baby's being such a good whore for us, isn't she? Fuck, yes, take it. Suck that dick baby, c'mon."
Fuck, hearing Tae of all people start moaning that you're a whore was spurring Jungkook on. Slowly his concerns and restraint of getting you used to two cocks melted away. You seemed to be a natural already, and Kook was always the type to tease and bully what he was secretly fond of. Taehyung was well aware. How else do you break in a toy?
"Look at me. You want both of us? You want to be a greedy little slut for one night?" Jungkook moaned, hand cradling your throat to feel how he moved inside of it. "'Course you do."
Taehyung slapped your ass again, your yelp muffled around Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung’s hooded gaze stayed glued on how your ass would ripple against his hips with every snap. Every time he looked up he'd see Jungkook’s bottom lip trapped between his teeth, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the way his eyes never left your face as he tangled his digits into roots.
His grip tightened on your hair as he bobbed your head up and down, Taehyung’s thrusts pushing you further down on both of them from either end.
"Fuck, you're both so fucking hot," Taehyung growled. "Such a good slut, taking our cocks like this. You're such a good girl."
Jungkook grinned, looking down at your pathetic form, forced to take everything they had to offer. Your face was so flushed, your eyes trying to look up at Jungkook’s without rolling back. When he looked up at his best friend he saw his his hands digging into your waist to pull you closer, how his dark stare devoured the view, how his eyes kept meeting Jungkook’s to see if he was also losing his mind. He was. "How does his dick feel? Is he hitting the spot you need?"
You moaned in response, unable to give a clearer answer due to how thoroughly he was using your mouth.
Jungkook pulled you off for a moment, letting you moan out loud now in tune with Taeh thrusts. He tightened the fist in your roots, angling your head to look up at his cocky grin from above.
"You want me to hit it too?"
You bit your lower lip and grinned in confirmation, finally smiling along with him for once. It melted away though into a face of pleasure as Taehyung’s hand came around to your front, toying with your clit as his staccato thrusts picked up rhythm.
"Fuck, I'm fucking close," he moaned. "Need to feel you cum around me. Need to feel everything. Need—"
Taehyung’s words were cut off by Jungkook’s free hand grabbing his nape and pulling him in, slamming their lips above you. Jungkook slipped his tongue inside, eyes closed as he angled his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing Taehyung’s moans.
Taehyung grunted in Jungkook’s mouth, panting as his thrusts got sloppier and his digits rubbed harder against your clit. Jungkook’s hold on your roots was firm, keeping your neck craned, forcing you to watch how their tongues tangled together and listen to their lips smack, Taehyung’s groans turning into whines as he got closer to the edge, all being devoured by Jungkook.
It was too much, and before you knew it your cunt was spasming around Taehyung’s cock, cries muffled around Jungkook’s.
Taehyung couldn't last much longer, hips stuttering as he felt you cum around him, his whimper against Jungkook’s tongue delicious as he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming inside you.
The two men finally broke apart, a spit of string still connecting them before snapping, leaving both breathless with parted, swollen lips.
Taehyung tried to recollect himself, garner his breath, try to regain some semblance of self. Slowly he pulled out of you, both of you winching at the sensation. You collapsed down onto the couch, a boneless heap. Slowly, white appeared at your entrance, Taehyung’s cum beginning to slowly trickle out of you.
"Fuck... look at that." Jungkook reached over and spread your folds, more cum dribbling out. He put a finger in, coating it in Taehyung and you, pumping it in and out, watching you shiver with sensitivity. "Can you take more?"
"Mmfuck," you whined in response, hips wiggling. Whether you were chasing Jungkook’s digit or running from it, you couldn't tell.
"C'mon, baby. Let Kookie fuck you good. It's about time you both start getting along," Taehyung cooed, running a comforting hand up and down your thigh to ground you.
Jungkook added another digit again, watching your face contort in pleasure as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Don't you want to make it up to me? All those times you were an annoying brat?"
Taehyung smiled, hand going up to comb your hair out of your face, his deceiptively sweet face reassuring you. "It's time for you two to fuck it out."
You nodded, and soon Jungkook was repositioning you onto your back, spreading your legs wider, pushing one of your legs up and over his arm, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, with both of you sucking in a deep breath. You grabbed onto the arm holding up your leg, biting your lip as he buried in hilt deep. Despite how open Taehyung fucked you, you still felt tight as ever around Jungkook, and you could feel him right up in your guts the way Taehyung promised.
Jungkook bit his lip hard, trying (and failing) to contain his grunt as he sank into your heat.
"Holy shit. You feel better than I dreamed."
He gave a small, experimental thrust of his hips, examining how your breath hitched and your thighs clenched. Here you were, fucking the man who annoyed you most, who you were always fighting for Tae’s attention. You supposed this was a good way for both of you to get it at the same time, Taehyung utterly entranced as he watched Jungkook’s first few strokes inside of you.
More of Taehyung’s cum spilled out of you as Jungkook’s pushed further in, the first slide going much smoother due to how much Taehyung filled you up.
Jungkook’s pumps were shallow at first, noticing your small winces from overstimulation and possible soreness. Judging by the slight rasp in your voice that's already started to appear, you were going to need a bit of a recovery period after tonight.
Taehyung was growing impatient, however, believing Jungkook should've came in you closer to yesterday. He was eager to see you filled to the brim with both him and Jungkook, to see Jungkook’s cock limp and drained because of you. And here the two of you were, wasting time like always when you could be fucking each other's brains out.
"What, don't tell me you're scared of her now Kook? After all that talk?" Taehyung laughed, clapping Jungkook on the back of his nape, pulling him close. "Thought you wanted to fuck her?"
That got Jungkook going a bit, his next thrust sharper than the sloppy, slow rolls he was giving before. Your breath hitched, the sensitive spot inside you slowly drawing in heat.
"Just—" Jungkook bit his lip, trying to control himself despite the devil at his shoulder. "Don't want it to hurt."
The laugh Taehyung barked out made him feel silly.
The grin Tae gave you bordered on menacing, like he was reaching his wits end. "Did you forget already?" The sharp smack he delivered to your swollen folds had you curl into on yourself, clamping down on Jungkook and causing him to rut harder into you, trying to sink deeper in. "She likes it."
Tae’s words woke Jungkook up from his worrisome daze, and he drinks in your expression from Taehyung’s action. The way your eyes watered and your lower lip trembled, but also the way you opened your legs further, as though asking for more.
The word pops up in Jungkook’s head again.
"Painslut," he growled.
Taehyung grinned wickedly as Jungkook began to properly pull his hips back, no longer restraining himself and delivering sharp, heavy thrusts that had his balls clapping against your cheeks. The plap plap plap accompanied by the wet gush of your pussy repeatedly swallowing his cock, as well as the pornographic noises you were both omitting, was music to Tae’s hears.
Both of you were staring at each other with such intensity, eyes never leaving one another's as Jungkook drilled into you, mouth dropping open with yours as you both experienced mind-numbing pleasure with each other for the first time when you were supposed to hate each other.
Taehyung could practically taste the mixed emotions from both of you in the air, and he lived off of it.
"Fuck her open." Taehyung bit his lip, watching Jungkook pull back and roughly slam into you again. "Harder. Make sure she feels it."
Jungkook furrowed his brows, delivering a harder thrust, savoring the moan that escaped you as he reached in deeper, tip hitting right against the spot that had you feeling weak.
Taehyung sucked in a breath. "That's it. Now you're doing it. Just look how wet she is for you."
You felt Jungkook twitch inside you at that. Taehyung’s commentary was doing wonders for both you and Jungkook, both of you getting seemingly more flushed. Kook’s thrusts quickened, his enthusiasm showing as he repeatedly hit that spot that had you gasping again and again and again.
"Fuck." Jungkook grunted, his grip on your waist tightening as he pumped inside. "Feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
He emphasized his question with a brutal thrust that had you scrambling for purchase, grabbing onto Taehyung as your body began to move with Jungkook’s. "Yes, K-Kook!"
"Fuck yeah you do. You love this, don't you? Love letting me use you like a little slut." Jungkook groaned, watching the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. "Still hate me?"
"Yes," you spat out bitterly, your pride still clinging on in some semblance as Kook started pounding into you.
Both Taehyung and Jungkook laughed, and it only made your cheeks burn hotter.
"No you don't." Jungkook landed a smack against your pussy, feeling you clench around him in response. "Holy shit, you got so tight. C'mon, squeeze me baby. Show me how much this pussy loves me."
The cry you let out was pathetic, unwittingly obeying his command as your walls contracted around him.
"There we go. That's a good girl. So you can listen."
Taehyung hummed, enjoying the sight before him, watching both of you slowly unravel in each other. He saw it coming a mile away. He was just glad he got to see it finally happen first hand.
"I'm just so glad to see my best friends finally getting along." He pressed a kiss against your cheek, the action surprisingly tender given the filth of the situation. He pulled back, moving behind Jungkook so he could watch the view from his friend's perspective.
Both men watched how coated Jungkook’s cock was in Tae’s cum, the white glistening along his shaft every time he pulled back. Taehyung’s cum helped make the glide easier, extra lubricant added on top of your already dripping wet pussy. You could feel the wetness coating your inner thighs, and wouldn't be surprised if the surface area only grew as Jungkook continued using you like this.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Jungkook moaned, tossing his head back and drilling into you with more fervor, veins popping along his forearms as he slammed his hips against yours. "You're so hot. 'Course a pretty girl like you likes being fucked like a slut."
"So pretty," Taehyung agreed, biting his lip, eyes glued to where both of you were joined. "You're both so fucking hot."
He tilted Jungkook’s chin, turning him to face him as he planted his lips against the younger. Jungkook was responsive to say the least, pressing against Taehyung harder, his hips stuttering for a moment as his brain tried to keep up. Taehyung’s other hand slid down Jungkook’s abs, raking his nails along them to make Jungkook shiver and open his mouth wider.
Jungkook panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as he moaned into Taehyung’s mouth. You could see glimpses of their tongues dancing together with every part of their lips, the whimpers that Taehyung swallowed only driving you closer to the edge. Hearing Kook’s soft pants and moans, muffled against Tae’s lips as he held his face tight in his hand, not letting him free for even a second even as he grew breathless and his whines turned needy, was enough masturbation material for a lifetime.
"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close," Jungkook moaned against Taehyung’s mouth, the words barely decipherable with how Taehyung was devouring him. He whimpered, the sounds getting cut off or replaced with the sound of smacking lips, Taehyung’s grip firm and unrelenting.
Taehyung finally let Jungkook go, letting the younger man moan and suck in deep, greedy breaths of air. Taehyung’s lips were shiny and swollen, and he stared down at where Jungkook was absolutely destroying you, his thrusts starting to get sloppier with every pump. "Cum inside."
Jungkook’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck—"
Taehyung looked down at you, where your eyes nearly crossed with Jungkook abusing your g-spot, the prospect of being filled up by your biggest annoyance making your back arch against the cushions.
"You want it, right?" Taehyung reached up and pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen, feeling his best friend through the barrier. "I can feel how deep Kook is inside you. You want it right here, right? Right where I'm pressing."
He pushed harder, making both you and Jungkook cry out. "Yes! Please, please Kook. Cum in me. I'm so close."
Jungkook’s hand moved down to your clit, pressing demanding circles against it to drive you to insanity. "Cum for me then. Make your pussy beg for it."
Before you knew it you were doing exactly that.
"Fuck, that's it," Taehyung hissed. He leaned more of his weight on the hand pressing down on you, his grin mischievous and wicked. "Good girl."
The combined stimulation from both of them had you spasming around Kook, your walls involuntarily quaking and squeezing his girth as promised. Jungkook let out a guttural groan, your orgasm triggering his own as he hunched over you, his hips stuttering as he began to coat your insides.
You felt the warmth as he starts to fill you up, some gushing out of you already and between your cheeks. Taehyung stopped pressing down on your stomach and grabbed Jungkook’s ass, having him gasp and rut deeper, cockhead firmly pressed against the deepest spot inside of you.
"Keep fucking her," Tae commanded, his tone leaving no room for question.
Jungkook did as he was told, continuing to pump into you as you started to cringe from the overstimulation. Jungkook was too, his groans morphing into weak little whines as he let out every drop into you, fucking you still. You could see the mix of pain and pleasure in his face, his thrusts slowing down as his cock began to soften.
Taehyung squeezed. "Don't stop," he ordered. "Keep fucking her. Don't you dare stop."
Kook, the loyal, pathetic friend he was, obeyed. His weak, stuttering thrusts continued, overstimulating you both as his pelvis rocked against your clit. His pumps were shallower now, lacking the power from before, as though every thrust now took something out of him. Both of you were left breathless, staring into each other's eyes, tears brimming them as you both broke further under Taehyung’s command. The man watched with a shit eating grin, clearly pleased watching your glassy gazes.
Jungkook’s head dipped down, and it took every ounce of strength not to collapse on top of you, humping you slightly with what he had left to give, his hips stuttering and sloppy. You felt a tear fall on your collarbone as he whined, not stopping his movements until Taehyung gently pushed him back.
Both you and Jungkook cringed as he finally pulled out, the white appearing immediately and trickling down on the sheets. Jungkook slumped over you, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as both of you finally got to come down from your highs.
It turned out, however, that Taehyung was the hardest to satisfy.
He sneered, pulling Jungkook off of you and scoffing at how he broke before you.
"What are you doing? Clean her up since she's been so nice to you."
Taehyung gripped Jungkook by the roots, lifting his head and planting him face first into your used pussy.
Jungkook obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut as he opened his jaw wider, letting you melt in his mouth. He lapped up Tae’s and his own cum readily, humming with satisfaction, his ministrations becoming greedy. You cringed from the sensitivity, but Taehyung didn’t let you run from it, using a hand to pin you down as he leaned over you and kissed the pain away. You tried to focus on how his lips moved against yours, but still found yourself bucking against Kook’s mouth and whining into Taehyung’s.
Taehyung smiled, tightening his grip against Jungkook’s scalp as he pushed him harder against you, chuckling at the tears in your eyes.
"See baby? I'm having him make up for being so mean to you," Taehyung cooed. "What do we say?"
"T-thank you," you weakly stammered out, feeling the coil tighten for the last time.
"There we go. I'll even help."
He shoved your legs further apart to make room for himself, pushing Jungkook’s head lower so he could slide his tongue inside. You gasped when Taehyung’s mouth joined, the dual sensation of two tongues against you bringing you closer to an orgasm no matter how much your body screamed.
Jungkook rose his head up higher, tongue meshing against Taehyung’s as both slid over your clit, trapping it beneath the pressure of the two muscles. Neither man seemed to shy away from each other, and you could hear the wet smack of their lips against each other as they made out, your cunt acting as a third.
Your thighs trembled, the feeling of both of them at the same time, and the visual stimulus of their eyes peaking up at you from between your legs, made the final orgasm of the night especially satisfying. You gave what was left of yourself, seeing white and feeling as though you were floating for a moment. Slowly, you came back down, feeling their hands rub soothingly along your legs and waist.
Both were panting just as hard as you, their pink, swollen lips an enviable shade, glossed with orgasm who-even-knows. Taehyung had a smug, calm smile on his face, whereas Kook had heavy lids, exhaustion starting to set in his bones with how spent he now was.
Taehyung patted your head gently, a stark juxtaposition to his rough demeanor prior. "Back to Earth?" He quipped.
You nodded, post-millionth-nut clarity settling in as you realized your best friend and his just gave you the best sex of your life.
"I guess now I have a better answer for all of those people asking if we've fucked," you joked.
That earned a laugh from Taehyung, and even a grin from Jungkook, who was usually impervious to your quips.
"You're so cute." Whether or not Jungkook meant to say that intentionally was unclear, and you weren't given enough time to think about it because soon he was having you taste yourself on his lips. And him. And Taehyung.
Taehyung was absolutely thrilled watching his two best friends make out, fucking pervert that he is. Everything went just according to plan, even better than predicted, and now he could finally reap the rewards of all his hard work.
Pairing | Nerd!jo x Reader, Frat!jo x Reader (Platonic)
Summary | It wasn't your fault that you like men on the nerdier side of life. Thank God there were two of him.
Words | 1.8k
tags | toru has self worth issues
Notes | The fanart is from @ narutoss.ram on Instagram/tiktok
Masterlist
It wasn't entirely odd to find you here. At a party on a Friday night, cup in hand, navigating the sea of people like a prop, dodging bodies and elbows as you moved. What was odd, was finding you at a Frat party. You, who actively denounced frats as stupid and cult-like during daylight hours, who swore up and down that you would never be caught dead in a building just like this.
But here you were, dragged to a party by Shoko and Utahime. And you had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that it wasn't as bad as you expected. There was of course the drunk people humping each other on every visible surface of the room, but everyone still had their clothes on, so you counted that as a win. No one had hit on you yet, although, with the way that the blonde was looking at you from across the room, you had a feeling that that wouldn't last very long.
And just as you expected, white hair and blue eyes push away from the wall, dodging people as he stalks towards you, setting his empty cup on a nearby table, smirk dancing on his face, as his eyes flickered over your body taking you in.
Raising an eyebrow, your head tilts slightly to the side, watching as he approaches, leaning up against the adjacent wall, not quite caging you in, but close enough to crowd, "Can I help you?"
"What are you doing here all alone?" He purrs, making a dry laugh escape.
"Honey, Imma stop you right there, you're barking up the wrong tree." You respond, shaking your head lightly as you look out into the crowd, seeing Shoko dancing with Geto.
"Oh come on pretty girl, I can make it worth your while. Come on, just one chance?" He teases, stepping closure into your line of sight once more.
"Unfortunately, this-" You wave towards him, fighting the slight look of disgust that wants to crawl onto your face, as you take in the 'Blink if you want me' shirt and backwards cap. "is a no-go. Any chance you...happen to have a... shall nerdier counterpart? You're real pretty to look at, but I happen to prefer brains over... that."
You were worried, for perhaps half a second that he would take offense to your words, perhaps continue hitting on you, but instead of being mad, his smirk widens and his eyes light up.
"Well, sweetheart you're in luck, cause as a matter a fact I do." He steps closure, leaning up against the wall beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling you against his side as he fishes out his phone. He scrolls for a while, before pulling up an Instagram account, that you would mistake for his, if the lack of frat photos, and the presence of picture from the planetarium and tech enhanced Lego builds weren't present.
Humming slightly, you lean into his side, scrolling through the photos as he leans his head on your shoulder, and you can feel him smirk against your neck, watching your eyes flicker over the photos, "His names Toru, you want his number?"
He laughed as you hummed, your eyes lingering on the short video of Toru in a sweater, holding up a small, apple sized robot, proud as can be while the little robot beeps plays, "Oh, honey you're gonna ruin him." His fingers playing with the edge of your shirt where it meets your waist, brushing against your skin, pulling you tighter against him as you continue moving through the photos. "And I can't wait to watch."
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Sato didn't leave you alone after that. Despite having plenty of other people at the party he could have gone after, he lingered near your side, more than happy to tell you all about Toru. His routine, his hobbies, his interests; and helping you come up with a plan to meet his nerdy little brother.
Which is how you found yourself at the campus library on a wednesday morning sifting through the isles looking for a familiar plume of white hair, your bag hanging off your shoulder, full of textbooks you hadn't bothered to crack open yet this semester. Not for lack of being smart, or actually caring for your classes, but you didn't usually need to study, listening to the lecture was usually more than enough for you. But, this next test was kicking your ass, so why not kill two birds with one stone and get some studying in while attempting to flirt with the resident mechanical engineering student.
It only took a few more minutes to find him, hidden away in a quiet corner of the library, at one of the only tables that didn't already have someone sprawled out across the entire table, which only gave you more reason to talk to him.
"Excuse me," You murmured softly, stepping into his line of sight, watching as your shadow moved over his textbook, causing him to look up and scramble to knock his headphones off, as you gestured to one of the other seats. "Do you mind if I...?"
"No! I mean, go ahead." He exclaimed, wincing softly at how loud his initial reaction was, making a small laugh escape your lips as you slid into the seat opposite him, pulling out your own books. He shifted slightly, moving his books closer to himself, as if to give you more space, though you didn't need it.
"Thanks."
You waited a respectable amount of time before deciding it was time to make a move. You really had been doing some work, but you were always someone who studied fast, so you were through with your lecture slides and the textbook chapters within only about one to two hours. And that included all the time you spent watching him from the corner of your eye.
The way he seemed to be tense for about the first 30 minutes before he finally started to relax again. The way his hand, the free one at least, curled in the base of his sweater, holding it tightly like a security blanket. The way his breathing remained shallow, as if he was afraid that if he breathed too loud you would say something or leave.
Which is probably why he jumped when you spoke, "Is that the new chapter of one piece?"
"What?" His head snapped up, eyes wide as he looked at you before his eyes followed yours to his bag where the manga volume lay, peaking out, halfway visible. He moved, instinctively as if to hide it from view, before his brain caught of with his ears.
"I've been meaning to get caught up with the manga since I'm already halfway through the show. If I remember right, I just passed the Dressrosa Arc."
"I... you know One Piece?" His words were soft, almost nervous and scared as he released his bag to look at you once more.
"Yeah. My favorite character is probably Buggy. I really like his characterization and that he kinda haunts the narrative. I mean, he's connected to almost every big thing that has happened in Luffy's life; Shanks, Gold Roger, the formation of the straw hats, impel down and Ace's death. He's strategically designed to appear like comedic relief, I mean, he's literally a clown, but the way his character acts and is developed doesn't actually act the way you would consider a comedic relief character to exist." You recounted, watching him process your words and relax as you broke down Buggy''s character. You could practically see the gears in his head turning, trying to understand that you were not only actually entertain his interests, but taking an active and insightful role.
"That's... yeah, that's... that's a really good analysis of his character." Toru blinked a few times, pulling his headphones off once more, letting them fully settle around his shoulders. "I...mine's probably Ussop, for, for similar reasons."
"I like Ussop. He definitely has that same, 'was intended to be comedic relief but the fans liked him' vibe, which lead to the mass amounts of character development, and him being one of the only straw hats who has actively put in the most work towards achieving his goal of being a brave warrior of the sea. I mean, the live action does a really good example of showing the audience in Little Garden that true bravery isn't the absence of fear but the choosing to do the thing that scares you, even if your scared." You could actively see Toru's walls coming down, practically shattering as he smiled, coming to the realization that you actually knew what you were talking about and weren't just humoring him.
After that, it was like a faucet opened. His smile never leaving his face as the two of you abandoned your studying for now to talk about manga, and you didn't stick with just One Piece. You talked about multiple different genres of manga, anime, even divulging into comics briefly before the conversation moved back to Manga once more. And with every second that he talked, you could see him coming out of his shell more, becoming more relaxed with you, more excited to have someone to talk about these things with, someone who took an active participation in the things he liked, outside of his friend group.
"You wanna get coffee?" He's words stuttered to a halt at your question, blinking a few times as he processed the words. His brows furrowed for a moment, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he thought over his response seemingly unable to find the words. Although the faint flush spreading over his cheeks was telling. "I'm hitting on you, sweetheart. So, are you gonna come with me and get coffee, or do you want to calculate our computational compatibility first?"
"I... you, what?" You didn't acknowledge the way his voice cracked, leaning further into your hand with a smile.
"It's okay, I'll wait."
And wait you did, opening your textbook once more to skin through your notes while his mind raced, analyzing every aspect of your conversation for the last 2 hours, every look, every interaction. You waited while he weighted the pros and cons in his mind, and you waited as he fidgeted with the hem of his sweater once more.
"You're not... Sato put you up to this, didn't he?" You could hear the self depreciation and years of self doubt in his voice. It wasn't unlikely that his brother had either convinced women to try and get his brother laid or play a prank on him.
Closing your textbook, you leaned onto your palm once more, looking straight at him, "I will admit that your brother is the one who told me about you, but I am not here because he sent me. I am here, because I heard about a sweet guy, who likes anime and legos and the stars, and I wanted to take him on a date. Call your brother, he'll agree with me."
His eyes flickered over your face for a moment, fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for his phone before he shook his head, "No. Its... you said something about coffee?"
⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count
he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.
“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.
“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”
“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.
“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.
𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 : no one wants to patch up the most violent fighter in the ring. toji fushiguro is obnoxious, brash, and refuses to let any medic lay their hands on him. that is, of course, until you come along - brand new head doctor assigned his unit.
boxer!toji x doctor!reader !
𝓪/𝓷 ~ a little idea that’s been brewing in my mind for a bit :)) boxertoji…i need him
part 2!!
no one wants toji fushiguro as their client.
you figure that out in your first ten minutes in the med centre behind the arena.
“he’s an asshole,” one of the older doctors tells you without looking up from his clipboard. his tone is flat and practiced, like this is a speech he’s given a dozen times before. “refuses treatment, mouths off. i had him for two weeks. longest anyone’s stayed with him.”
another doctor snorts from across the room. “the last guy was here for half a match. toji didn’t like his face and told him to fuck off before he even had a chance to look at his cuts.”
you gulp audibly, the sound embarrassingly loud. “oh.”
“just hope he doesn’t lose,” one of the nurses tell you, patting your shoulder. “we normally stay out of the way.”
right. good. great.
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you first see him in person mid-match.
it’s brutal. there’s no other word to describe it.
(there’s also the fact that he’s ridiculously handsome. you’re quick to push that thought to the back of your head.)
toji fights like he’s trying to prove something. every punch lands harder than the last. fast. violent. the crowd eats it up, roaring, chanting his name.
but you notice it immediately.
the slight twitch in his movement. his right shoulder.
it’s off.
his opponent notices the falter in his step, the way he guards his right side suddenly, and suddenly it’s one bad hit, one wrong twist, and —
he’s down.
knocked out, and that marks the end of the round, and the ref blows his whistle after counting to ten.
your heart sinks. you look over to your associates frantically, but they’ve already dispersed, muttering to each other under their breath.
the doctor who was with toji for two weeks looks back and gives you a sympathetic wave.
just hope he doesn’t lose.
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and backstage is even worse.
he’s sitting on a bench in the med centre when you find him, head tilted back against the wall, blood drying along his cheek, chest rising and falling slow and controlled.
his shoulder looks bad. swelling already, awkward-looking and purple.
you step forward after a moment of hesitation.
“sit up.”
toji cracks an eye open. looks at you. doesn’t say anything for a long moment.
“who the fuck are you?” his voice is rough, low. it drags across your nerves like gravel.
“i’m your new assigned doctor.” you introduce yourself with a polite smile, pulling up a chair across from him at the bench.
you hope he can’t see that you’re shaking. you’re very aware of how big he is. i mean, his bicep’s the size of my head. it’s hard not to be fucking terrified out of my—
“get someone else.”
you don’t move. you reach into your kit, pulling out gauze, antiseptic, tape. eyeing his shoulder.
“sit up, please,” you repeat, more calmly this time.
you look up into his eyes more properly. swirling, sharp, angry pools of deep green. measuring, lingering.
his lip twitches. “don’t touch me,” he mutters.
“well, you’ve got a busted shoulder and a cut brow, so i’m going to have to touch you.” you will your voice to stay even, your tone matter-of-fact.
he stares hard again. unblinking, eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your knees tremble.
you swear his gaze drops to your lips.
then something shifts. he exhales through his nose, tension bleeding out of his posture. he visibly relaxes, arms settling at his sides. his eyes close.
“fine,” he mumbles.
your eyes widen.
that’s it? this is the man everyone warned you about? the toji fushiguro that has tantrums and throws people out mid-treatment?
that’s it?
you don’t want to take it for granted, and you pull your chair closer to him, hands settling on his shoulder.
“does it hurt here?” your fingers press softly into the swollen skin and he winces.
he flinches, barely. “no,” he bites.
“you’re lying.” you hum, unimpressed, adjusting your grip slightly. a faint crease appears between his brows. “alright, toji, on three—”
“wait, wh—”
you move your hands quickly, a sharp shift rolling his shoulder back into place.
toji sucks in a breath, teeth clenching. “what the fuck—”
his hand snaps to your wrist, holding it tightly. your heart skips at the contact.
“you’re welcome.”
he stares at you, still holding your wrist, and his grip flexes slightly before he lets go.
you move to his face next, cleaning the cut above his brow. your fingers press cotton and antiseptic into the bloodied skin.
the strangest part is how he just…lets you. no snapping, no cussing you out.
you can feel toji watching you the whole time. a lidded, heavy gaze.
he lets you tilt his chin up, and your fingers brush against his skin, gentle but firm. you patch his forehead wordlessly, his brow, give him a cold patch for the bruise under his eye.
you smile softly, gathering your items. “there.”
he stays silent, tracking your movements as you put your equipment back in your kit. as you fiddle with your hair absently.
then, a grumble of : “i guess i’ll see you next match.”
you pause and look up, but he’s already standing, rolling his shoulder experimentally.
he walks out without another word, the door clicking shut behind him.
you stand there, stunned. your wrist still tingles where he grabbed you. your mind replays the moment. the way he looked at you.
you let out a slow breath.
is this the right toji?
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
the loss doesn't sit right in his head.
it detonates.
by the time toji steps off the mat the anger is already rotting through his system, sharp, hot and corrosive. he hates that he knows exactly where he went wrong. the misstep, that moment where his shoulder twinged with too strong a swing. he can replay it in his mind with perfect frame by frame clarity. that makes it worse.
just a mistake.
his mistake.
someone tries to talk to him as he pushes his way out of the ring. he doesn't register who it is. maybe someone from his PR crew. it's just a voice that annoys him deeply, saying the wrong thing at the wrong place at the wrong time. toji's patience snaps thin.
he shoves the guy hard enough to make a point, mutters something sharp under his breath that shuts up the people surrounding him quickly. someone else tries to calm him down and he yells, his left fist ending up in the wall instead of their face, a sharp crack splitting through the air.
skin tears across his knuckles, pain blooming fast and bright.
he then ends up in the med room. there’s nowhere else to put himself, and despite his consistent heavy refusal, toji knows that he has to undergo the mandatory medical checkup after every game.
he sits, head tipped back. his shoulder throbs, deep and wrong, but he ignores it the way he ignores everything else.
until the door opens, and he’s already irritated enough and he doesn’t want to deal with his doctor right now - he’s completely incompetent, wired, and too jumpy.
he’ll just piss toji off more than he already is.
when he looks up, his anger stutters for half a second.
you’re just standing there, calm in a way that settles in toji’s bones.
and, annoyingly pretty.
that thought hits first. sharp and immediate, cutting through all of toji’s simmering anger.
it irritates him.
he tells you to fuck off, to find someone else. he expects that to be the end of it.
but you don’t argue, or push. actually, you don’t really react..at all. you keep moving, setting up your equipment, and act like his refusal doesn’t matter.
it throws him off more than if you’d snapped back.
he watches you longer than he means to, waiting for something to give. for you to twitch, for the nerves to show, for your hands to shake.
nothing.
your hands are sure and precise, and when you pop his shoulder back into place with little warning, and everything snaps back into place, pain flaring high enough to drag a rough breath out of him, his hand catches your wrist on instinct.
you still don’t flinch, or pull away. you just look at him.
angel. she’s an angel.
you tilt his head softly, unbothered by the fact that he could snap at any second. you don’t rush, your steady hands carefully cleaning the blood off of his face.
for a few seconds, the noise in his head drops out. no replay of the loss, and no anger clawing at his ribs.
angel.
it sits in his gut, heavy, making his stomach twist.
and when you’re done, you step back quietly, your voice soft, your eyes soft, your hands soft, and toji doesn’t know what to do with the thought of that. that he’s been watching you like he hasn’t watched anyone in a long time, his eyes tracing over your form, the delicate features of your face.
he stands too fast, rolls his shoulders, jaw tight. he mutters something on the way out, barely registering the words himself, and he’s gone before you can respond.
pretty.
angel.
his mind lingers on it. on you.
and toji fushiguro hates that he can’t just punch it out of his system.
a/n ~ hopefully we liked this instalment of the frat verse! i really enjoyed this series! geto next..?
access the verse here !
gojo knows he’s in trouble when he starts planning things days in advance. real planning, too.
not the lazy “yeah let’s hang out” texts he used to send girls at two in the morning. not the effortless, thoughtless flirting he could do in his sleep.
this is different. you’re different, and it scared him a little, if he’s being honest. because somewhere between the matcha dates and the dinner dates and the multiple galleries you’ve gone to and the nights spent sitting in his car talking long after he should’ve driven home, gojo realized something deeply humiliating.
he likes you in a way that matters. not casually or temporarily or in the fun, fleeting way that he’s used to.
he likes knowing how you take your coffee. likes the way you get quieter when you’re tired. likes the tiny furrow between your brows when you’re concentrating on something. likes that you still roll your eyes at him even after kissing him.
especially after kissing him.
and god, the kissing. he thinks about it constantly. the one that replays in his head was from two weeks ago, outside your apartment after dinner one night, your hand loosely curled in the front of his hoodie while he leaned down into you, slow and careful like he was trying not to scare the moment away. your fingers brushing his jaw while he smiled against your mouth. his hands settling at your waist instinctively every time he saw you.
little kisses in parking lots. outside cafes. against your front door while you quietly told him he was being clingy.
he’s never taken things slow before. usually he’s impatient, careless, all instinct and confidence. with you, he finds that he doesn’t mind it, because every time you look at him softly, every time you text him first, every time you lean into him without thinking, it feels earned. like he’s building something instead of just chasing it.
which is why, on a random thursday afternoon, when he texts:
gojo: come over tonight
gojo: please
your typing bubble appears almost immediately.
you: dramatic
he grins.
gojo: is that a yes
you: sure
and suddenly gojo’s entire body goes into crisis mode. he bolts upright so fast he smacks his knee on the edge of his desk. “fuck.”
downstairs, toji yells, “what’d you break now?”
gojo sprints down the stairs, mind reeling. “didn’t break anything. but she said yes to hangout.”
toji doesn’t even glance up from the couch. “congratulations. your girlfriend agreed to see you.”
gojo points aggressively. “she’s not technically my girlfriend yet.”
geto looks up from his book. “yet?”
gojo freezes. “…shut up.” but then he’s thinking about it.
girlfriend.
the word sits warm in his chest, and suddenly tonight can’t just be a hangout anymore. it has to be perfect.
by six o’clock, the frat house looks unrecognizable, mostly because gojo’s terrorized everyone out of it. he also voluntarily cleaned. there isn’t a speck of dust in sight.
“you’re kicking us out,” toji says flatly.
“temporarily.”
“for a girl.”
“for my future wife,” gojo corrects automatically.
geto bursts out laughing. toji looks physically ill. “jesus christ.”
“leave,” gojo says, shoving at them both toward the door. “go be unemployed somewhere else. or get a girlfriend, like choso.”
“he’s there all the time,” geto says, giving toji a look. “i’ve never seen you leave the house.”
“i leave the house,” he says indignantly. “at least i get action.”
“i get plenty of action,” geto splutters on his way out, the pair arguing until the house empties and the door shuts. gojo stands alone in the suddenly quiet living room and exhales.
okay.
he can do this.
he ordered from your favorite thai place earlier, double checking your usual order from the notes app in his phone like a psychopath. there are flowers on the counter again because now he can’t stop buying you flowers. your favorite movie is already queued up on the tv.
everything smells faintly like takeout and the candle he panic-bought an hour ago because you said you liked how that specific scent reminded you of a bakery.
he stares at the room. fixes a pillow, fluffs it up. checks his phone. checks the food. checks his reflection.
“i’m gonna throw up,” he mutters. then, five minutes later, the doorbell rings, and his heart nearly exits his body.
the last few weeks have felt strange. you've felt strange. the way your phone is suddenly always full of gojo. dumb pictures from campus. blurry selfies where he’s making some ridiculous expression. random messages at two in the afternoon saying things like this guy in my lecture looks exactly like toji if toji had brown eyes and blond hair and lizard lips.
the way your friends - specifically choso's girlfriend - have started looking at you knowingly every time his name comes up. the way you’ve stopped pretending not to smile when he texts you.
it’s unsettling, honestly.
you thought gojo would lose interest after the chase ended. thought eventually he’d get bored once he realized you weren’t going to melt every time he flirted with you.
instead, he got more attentive and affectionate and obvious. like once he realized you liked him back, something in him relaxed completely. he reaches for your hand constantly now, like it belongs there. kisses your forehead absentmindedly while talking. he remembers things you mention once in passing and brings them up weeks later like it’s nothing.
and every time he looks at you, there’s this softness in his expression that catches you off guard so badly it almost makes your chest hurt.
you don’t know what to do with that kind of sincerity, especially because you’re realizing you’d miss it terribly if it disappeared.
you’re still thinking about that when you stand outside the frat house later that night, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before ringing the doorbell.
the door swings open two seconds later and gojo’s standing there slightly breathless, hair messy, eyes wide. he's wearing a black hoodie and grey sweats, and looks unfairly good despite the fact that he looks out of breath. “…hi,” he says.
you stare at him. “did you just run a marathon?”
“no.”
“so you just look athsmatic on a daily?”
“irrelevant,” he says quickly, stepping aside to let you in. “come in.”
you walk inside slowly, immediately noticing how suspiciously clean everything is again. you narrow your eyes. “did you disinfect the walls?”
gojo shuts the door behind you. “maybe.”
“and it smells like a candle store in here.” you turn to face him, small smile on your lips. "it's that scent i like."
“yep.”
you stare at him for another second, then at the living room, the movie already paused on the screen, the takeout containers neatly set out. the flowers, again.
your chest does that annoying thing, again.
“you’re unbelievable,” you mutter softly.
gojo’s grin flickers nervous around the edges this time. “is that bad?”
“i haven’t decided.”
he laughs quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. you set your bag down while gojo hovers nearby awkwardly, like he wants to kiss you hello but is overthinking it.
you look up at him finally. “…what.”
“nothing.”
“liar.”
“okay,” he says immediately. “i wanted to kiss you.”
you roll your eyes a little, but step closer anyway. his hands settle automatically at your waist when you tilt your head up toward him, and the second your lips touch, he melts.
every time.
it still surprises you a little, how gentle he is with you. gojo kisses like he’s trying to savor something, slow and warm and careful, like he’s still amazed you let him do this at all.
when you pull away, he follows for half a second unconsciously before catching himself. you smile faintly. “clingy.”
“yeah,” he says, entirely unashamed. “really bad actually.”
you laugh softly under your breath and it makes him look stupidly pleased with himself.
god.
you’re so in trouble.
later, you’re curled up together on the couch, your legs draped over his while the movie plays quietly in the background mostly ignored. gojo’s fingers are tracing lazy patterns against your ankle absentmindedly while he talks about something to do with campus drama.
you’re not really listening. you’re watching him instead.
the way he smiles halfway through stories and the way he talks with his hands when he gets excited and the way he keeps looking over at you like he’s checking you’re still there.
it’s strange. you’ve dated people before. talked to people before.
but nothing has ever felt this…safe. with gojo, you never feel like you have to perform coolness or detachment. you don’t have to calculate texts or pretend not to care.
he just likes you, openly and fully. without making you guess. somewhere along the way, you realized you’ve started doing the same thing back. the realization settles warm in your chest right as gojo suddenly goes quiet beside you.
you glance up. he’s staring at you again. there’s that look.
“what,” you murmur.
he hesitates this time. something about that instantly makes your stomach tighten. gojo sits up a little, suddenly nervous enough that you can practically feel it radiating off him.
“okay,” he says. “don’t laugh.”
your brows lift slightly. “that’s never a good start.”
“seriously.”
you study him for a second before nodding once. “…okay.”
he exhales slowly, then reaches beside the couch. flowers again. pretty lilacs. you stare at them, then at him, and suddenly your heartbeat is enough to make you dizzy.
“gojo…”
“wait,” he says quickly, already looking panicked. “lemme finish before i psych myself out.”
you go quiet immediately. he shifts closer on the couch, holding the flowers carefully now and handing them to you. you hold them softly in your lap, looking at him, and for the first time since you met him, satoru gojo looks genuinely scared.
not nervous-flirty, or awkward. scared. like your answer matters too much.
“i know this is probably stupid,” he says quietly. “and i know we haven’t been doing this for that long, but—” he laughs softly under his breath. “i really like you.”
your chest aches instantly.
“and i think,” he continues carefully, “you might actually be the first person i’ve ever wanted something serious with. i've...i've never had a girlfriend. like, a real one. or dated. it's always been just casual with people but with you, i.—i want something else, y/n.”
your throat tightens. gojo looks down briefly before meeting your eyes again. “i just…” he smiles nervously. “i wanna keep doing this. all of it.”
you don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you like this before, like you’re something precious. he looks at you like you're something he's terrified of losing before he even really has it.
“so,” he says softly, “can i be your boyfriend?”
and suddenly everything in your chest goes painfully warm, because the answer has been obvious for weeks now. probably longer. you just didn’t realize how badly you wanted to hear him say it out loud.
gojo notices your silence almost immediately and starts panicking. “okay, wait, actually don’t answer yet if you don’t want—”
you cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him. harder this time, more certain. his breath catches sharply against your mouth, his hands tighten instinctively at your waist. you pull back just enough to feel him chasing your lips again, and you smile softly.
then whisper against his mouth, "obviously."
the look on his face afterwards makes your heart feel hopelessly, utterly gone.
gojo kisses you like he still can’t quite believe this is real. the flowers get abandoned somewhere on the couch between you as he pulls you closer, one hand warm against your waist while the other slides carefully up your neck. his thumb brushes along your jaw and you feel him smile shakily against your mouth when you kiss him back harder.
“obviously,” you’d whispered.
and he genuinely thinks that might be the best thing anyone’s ever said to him. “you’re my girlfriend,” he says suddenly against your lips, sounding a little dazed by it.
you snort softly. “don’t make it weird already.”
“too late,” he murmurs immediately. “i’ve been weird about you for, like, a month.”
you laugh quietly into the kiss and something about the sound seems to make him lose composure entirely, because suddenly he’s kissing you deeper, more desperate now that he knows for sure you want him too.
his hands slide up your waist carefully, fingertips pressing into the soft fabric of your shirt while he leans into you fully this time, warm and dizzying and so obviously gone for you it almost makes your chest ache. you can feel him smiling against your mouth.
“and boyfriend,” he murmurs between kisses, sounding a little stunned by it. “you called me your boyfriend.”
“i actually didn’t,” you mumble back.
“basically did.”
“delusional.”
“happy,” he corrects softly.
your stomach flips annoyingly hard and you kiss him again before he can see it on your face.
that seems to completely derail his remaining brain function. his grip tightens slightly at your waist, pulling you closer against him until your legs are tangled together on the couch, and suddenly the whole thing feels warmer somehow. slower.
the movie’s still playing quietly somewhere behind you, forgotten entirely now. gojo kisses like he’s learning you by memory and every time you kiss him back harder, he melts for it instantly.
it's addictive, honestly. you pull back just enough to breathe and his eyes open slowly, half-lidded and fixed on your mouth like he’s trying very hard to think about anything else and failing miserably.
he looks ruined already. you almost laugh. “you’re staring again,” you murmur.
“can you blame me?”
“yes.”
“that’s unfair.”
you hum softly, fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck. he visibly shivers at that.
interesting. your eyes narrow slightly and gojo notices immediately. “…what.”
“nothing.”
“that look means something.”
“you’re sensitive.”
his face goes pink instantly. “i’m not sensitive.”
you drag your nails lightly against the back of his neck again just to test it. his breath catches then he glares at you weakly while you try not to smile.
“you are,” you say quietly.
“okay,” he mutters, voice already rougher now. “maybe a little.” before you can answer he pulls you back in, exhaling sharply against your mouth, one hand sliding up your side carefully before settling at your jaw, tilting your face toward him deeper.
you end up half in his lap at some point without either of you acknowledging it. his fingers brush against the bare skin just under your shirt and he pauses for half a second like he’s checking if that’s okay. when you nod, he pulls it off of you, breath catching in his throat because is dream girl is in a bra and shorts sitting in his lap, on his couch. and dream girl = his girlfriend. his girlfriend. his girlfriend.
your heartbeat feels ridiculous now. gojo keeps mumbling little things against your lips, his hands sliding up over your stomach, over your chest to cup you over your bra.
pretty girl.
my girlfriend.
you're so beautiful.
every single one makes your stomach flip over harder. “you talk too much,” you whisper finally, trying very hard to sound unaffected while he kisses along your jaw.
“can’t help it,” he murmurs against your skin. “i’m having, like, the best night of my life right now.”
you laugh softly and comb your fingers through his hair at the base of his neck. he goes still, and you remember that he's sensitive there, and you smirk a little. “what?”
gojo just looks at you. “nothing,” he says quietly. “i just really, really like you. and you have no idea how long i've been wanting to kiss you.”
"we've kissed before," you say.
“yeah, but now it’s official kissing. official kissing and you're in a bra.”
you stare at him flatly for half a second before laughing despite yourself.
he looks at you like you hung the moon personally. it makes your chest ache in this unbearable, warm way. “c’mere,” he murmurs quietly.
you barely have time to process the words before he’s kissing you again, slower this time, sinking deeper into the couch with you half sprawled against him.
he stares at you straddling him and he hoodie off, cheeks tinged red. you have to will your expression to stay neutral - you knew gojo was fit, but he was hiding that under his clothes?
talk about sleeper build.
"i know, i know," he says smugly, like he knows what you're thinking, and you click your tongue, scraping your fingernails down his chest to pull a reaction out of him. his abs tense and he moans softly, immediately going a deeper shade of red after like he's embarrassed of the sound.
gojo looks horrified immediately after, one hand flying up over his face while the other stays firm at your waist like he physically can’t let go of you now. “fuck,” he mutters into his palm. “ignore that.”
your brows lift slowly. “was that a moan?”
“no.”
“sounded suspiciously like one.”
“i’m choosing not to participate in this conversation.”
you laugh softly and his eyes flick back to your face instantly, expression helpless. there’s something almost unfairly endearing about him like this. satoru gojo, campus flirt, serial menace, chronic ego problem, completely ruined because you scratched your nails down his chest a little.
you drag your fingers lightly over his stomach again just to see what happens. his entire body tenses beneath your hand and his lips part slightly, eyes screwing shut. “…you’re evil,” he says weakly.
“you're sensitive,” you correct, dragging your nails up until they scrape softly against his nipples. he whines again, both hands gripping your waist so hard you're sure there'll be bruises tomorrow.
“y/n--”
you hum innocently and kiss him again before he can recover and his hands are sliding along your thighs carefully. you kiss him slower this time, feeling the way he exhales softly against your mouth when your fingers slide into his hair again. he leans into it instinctively, head tilting just slightly into your touch.
affection-starved, you think suddenly.
the realization makes your heart hurt. gojo acts like someone who’s always wanted, always chased, always desired, but this version of him feels different. softer around the edges, like nobody’s ever really held him gently before.
your hand brushes his cheek. his eyes open immediately. “what,” he whispers.
you shake your head once. “nothing.”
he studies your face for a second like he knows there’s more to it than that, but then your thumb brushes over his bottom lip and his thoughts visibly short-circuit again. “you’re really pretty,” he says quietly, like it just slipped out.
“you’ve said that already.”
“yeah, well.” his hands tighten slightly at your waist. “still true.”
your chest feels dangerously soft. you kiss him again, addicted, and his hands slide back over your thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin through your shorts. you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. you circle his nipples again gently and he makes another quiet sound before catching himself. your eyes flick up immediately, his face goes red on impact.
“don’t,” he warns weakly.
“don’t what.”
“look at me like that.”
“like what?”
“like you’re about to make fun of me.”
you smile a little against his mouth. “you keep making noises.”
“you keep touching me,” he shoots back instantly, scandalized.
you laugh softly and his expression goes completely helpless again. god. he looks so gone for you. your fingers slide through his hair slowly and he leans into your hand instinctively, eyes fluttering shut for a second. something about that tiny unconscious movement makes heat curl low in your stomach.
you kiss along his jaw this time just to feel him shiver. “you’re doing that on purpose now,” he murmurs. "you're evil."
you smile and his hands drift carefully beneath your thighs, pulling you closer against him until your chest is pressed against his bare skin. you can feel his heartbeat now. it's fast. really fast. you glance down briefly, then back up at him. “you nervous?”
“terrified, actually.”
you kiss him down his neck now, sucking at the junction of his collarbone, and one of his hands slides up your back carefully, fingertips brushing against your bra strap before settling there. "can i take this off?" he murmurs, voice strained from restraint, and when you nod against his skin he exhales almost in relief, unclasping it with practiced ease.
you’re looking at him with your hands in his hair and your lips swollen from kissing him and trusting him enough to let him touch you like this, and for once in his life, gojo feels almost overwhelmed by how badly he wants to do everything right.
“still okay?” he asks quietly.
you nod once. his hands slide the straps carefully down your shoulders, slow enough that it makes your skin prickle, and his breath catches softly when the fabric falls away completely.
for a second, he just looks at you in silence. your face warms. “don’t stare.”
“can’t help it,” he murmurs honestly, hands coming up to cup your tits, squeezing them gently. there's genuine awe all over his face like he can't believe he gets to have this. gets to have you.
the warmth of his bare skin against yours makes everything feel hazy. the room smells faintly like the candle still burning somewhere behind you and the forgotten takeout on the coffee table and gojo’s cologne.
it’s dizzying. he kisses down your neck again, slower than before, and your fingers tighten in his hair when his mouth brushes over your chest. he groans softly at the feeling, forehead dropping briefly against your skin. “fuck,” he whispers quietly.
you feel warm everywhere now and when your hands tug his hair again he groans before kissing you deeply.
the room feels smaller suddenly. warmer. his hands are everywhere all at once but still careful somehow. you shift against him and both of you freeze for a second when you feel how hard he is beneath you.
gojo’s entire face goes scarlet instantly.
“…sorry,” he says automatically.
you stare at him then laugh softly in disbelief. “did you just apologize to me?”
“i don’t know,” he mutters, horrified. “i’m having a very difficult evening.”
you laugh again and he looks so lovestruck hearing it that your heart twists painfully. his expression shifts when you roll your hips onto his lap again, his eyes screwing shut.
"can you--shit." all words die in his throat and he just holds you tighter to him, rocking your hips together, the friction sending heatwaves up the both of you.
"you sensitive here too?" you tease, and his protests turn into whimpers when you lean down and lick a long stripe up his chest, tongue circling his nipple. his hands squeeze your chest, head falling back against the couch cushions when your hands fumble to pull down his sweats, just enough to see the prominent bulge in his boxers.
your heart lurches. you'd heard the campus rumours, but...
"holy hell," you mutter softly when you take his cock out, the tip already blushing red and leaking furiously as it slaps against his stomach. gojo's panting, ears red now too, unable to look you in the eyes.
"stop teasing," he whimpers when you thumb his slit carefully, giggling as you slowly pump your hand down his cock, the pace agonizing.
those campus rumours - go-all-night gojo. seven-inch satoru. (whatever beast between that man's legs is not seven inches. the rumour must apply when he's soft. surely.)
all that talk about stamina, and how "good it is," and all that gossip that used to make your eyes roll.
imagine your surprise when gojo gargles out a moan, hands gripping your thighs tightly, and he cums, cock twitching as he shoots his release across your chest and his stomach.
you go silent.
"i--i swear i usually last longer, fuck," he rambles, mortified. he looks genuinely devastated, bright red all the way down to his neck, chest rising hard while he looks up to the ceiling in complete horror.
“i swear,” he repeats weakly, voice cracking a little. “i’m not usually this pathetic.”
you’re still half laughing, wiping some of the mess from your chest with the edge of his abandoned hoodie. “you came in under a minute.”
“please don’t say the numbers out loud,” he groans immediately, dropping his head back against the couch cushion. “jesus christ.”
"you're a loser," you say fondly. "pathetic as hell."
“okay,” he says, pointing weakly at you. “you were literally in my lap half naked playing with my hair like some kind of evil siren. let’s not act like this was entirely my fault.”
you grin a little and his expression softens helplessly immediately there’s a beat before he sighs dramatically, dragging both hands down his face. “this is horrible. i finally get my dream girl and i blow it in ten seconds.”
"well, we're not done, are we?" you say, giving him a look. gojo swallows thickly, eyes following how his cum drips down the curve of your chest, before snapping back up, shaking his head quickly.
"n--no. not done yet. if you..if you wanna keep going."
"i do," you whisper, kissing his jaw again, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.
“c’mon,” he whispers softly against your lips, arms wrapping tighter around you as he stands carefully from the couch with you still clinging to him.
you laugh quietly in surprise, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. “show off.”
“absolutely,” he murmurs, kissing you again as he carries you toward the hallway.
the bedroom door bumps open behind him a second later.
and when he lays you down against the sheets afterward, looking at you like you’re something unbearably precious, your chest aches with the realization that this means far more to you than you ever planned for it to.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
okay, maybe the rumours were true. go-all-night satoru was pretty accurate. you'd been able to make a couple observations for yourself, too.
1. gojo trembles when he's close. his legs start to shake and he begs. (you tease him about this. actually, you think he likes it when you're a little mean to him.)
2. he keeps going, even if he's shooting blanks. (embarrassment doesn't exist to him, seven rounds in. he just wants to keep going.)
3. though the rumours all claimed his favourite position was doggy, he had you in any way he could see your pretty face. ("wanna see what you look like when you cum", he'd said.)
-> that being said, you'd say (from field research), that he enjoyed cowgirl the most.
4. eight and a half inches.
5. he's a tits guy. definitely.
6. he looks at you too much during sex. like, he won't break eyecontact once you’re into it, like he still can't quite believe it's happening.
he's slumped across the couch in the frat house the following morning, one arm draped over his eyes, the other dangling off to the side, phone lighting up beside him every few seconds because he keeps unlocking it for no reason.
there's nothing on it. nothing he cares about, anyway.
no new notifications from you, no mysterious appearance of your contact, no divine intervention.
just the same empty screen, again. and again. and again.
he hasn’t moved in ten minutes.
“he’s dead,” toji says from the kitchen, pouring himself coffee like this is a normal tuesday.
“tragic,” geto replies, scrolling on his phone. “cause of death?”
“ego collapse,” toji says.
gojo groans into the cushion. “i can hear you.”
“good,” toji says. “then hear this. she’s not into you.”
gojo lifts his head just enough to glare at him. “i just need to see her again.”
"she's not into you, bro," toji says flatly. "how many times do i have to say it?"
“you watched one conversation. i have plenty of time for redemption.”
“you introduced yourself like an idiot,” geto shrugs. "good luck."
"i didn't introduce myself properly," gojo snaps. "that's the problem."
"oh, sorry," toji deadpans. "you announced yourself."
gojo throws a pillow at him.
right then, choso comes down the stairs, already dressed. "i'm going to my girlfriend's," he says quietly, pulling on his shoes.
three heads turn, and gojo stands up so fast it's almost alarming. "is y/n gonna be there?"
choso hesitates. "maybe? she was there when i texted this morning."
gojo's already halfway across the room. "i'm coming."
"no you're not," toji says immediately.
"yes i am."
"you're not invited," geto adds.
"i'll be quiet," gojo insists. "i'll be normal."
toji laughs. "you don't know how to do either of those things, dumbass."
gojo ignores him, already grabbing his coat. "choso. please."
choso blinks at him, stuck between concern and confusion. "i don't know if that's—"
"please," gojo repeats, hands clasped together. "i'll do anything."
"anything?" geto asks, delighted.
gojo shoots him a look. "not you, you dumb fuck."
"...i don't know if that's a good idea," choso says carefully.
"i'll sit in a corner. i won't speak unless spoken to. i'll—"
"that's a lie," toji cuts in.
"i'll try," gojo says, desperate now. "just let me come."
choso looks at him and sighs, grabbing his keys. "...fine."
twenty minutes later, gojo is standing outside the apartment door trying to look normal.
he fails immediately. he runs a hand through his hair. fixes his shirt. checks his reflection in the black screen of his phone. wipes his hands on his jeans.
“relax,” choso mutters, knocking.
“i am relaxed,” gojo says, voice too tight.
the door swings open and choso’s girlfriend beams. “hi, cho!”
then her eyes flick to gojo. her smile widens, just a little too knowingly. “oh,” she says. “hey!”
“hey,” he says, suddenly very aware of his posture, his face, his entire existence. she steps aside to let them in, then glances over her shoulder toward the living room and smirks.
“y/n, you have a visitor,” she sing-songs.
gojo follows her gaze to where you’re on the couch, legs tucked under you, scrolling on your phone.
your eyes land on gojo. there’s a beat, and your expression flattens in real time. "...oh."
you glance at your friend who's already watching you like she’s about to enjoy this.
you roll your eyes. hard.
“hey,” gojo says, trying for casual and landing somewhere near painfully obvious. “funny running into you again.”
“you followed your friend to his girlfriend's apartment,” you say. “this isn't a coincidence.”
choso’s girlfriend snorts and disappears into the kitchen, holding choso's hand, before she gets dragged into it.
traitor.
gojo hovers awkwardly for a second before sitting on the edge of the couch, leaving a respectful gap between you.
you don’t look at him again.
he waits, and waits. “...so,” he starts.
“so,” you echo, still scrolling.
“you left early.”
“i had stuff to do.”
he shifts awkwardly. “you could’ve said bye.”
you glance up, unimpressed. “to who.”
him.
he swallows. “to people.”
“i said bye to people i wanted to say bye to.”
ouch.
from the kitchen, there’s a muffled choking sound that is definitely choso’s girlfriend laughing into her hand.
“you’re mean in the morning too, huh,” he mutters.
“you showed up uninvited,” you reply calmly. “what did you expect, a welcome basket?”
he exhales softly. “can i make it up to you?”
you finally look at him properly, eyes a little cold and unblinking. “make what up to me?”
“last night,” he says. “i sounded like an idiot. i—i can do better.”
“was that you trying?”
“no,” he says quickly. “last night was a rough draft.”
you stare at him for a second then look back to your phone. “nice.”
he smiles despite himself. “can i get a second draft?”
“convincing pitch,” you say dryly.
he leans forward slightly, earnest. “just give me, like, one chance to not be that guy.”
“i’m good.”
gojo sits there, blinking like he got hit with cold water. “do you—uh—have instagram?”
“no.”
“no like, you don’t have it? or—”
“no, i’m not giving it to you.”
he winces. “your number?”
“no.”
“snap?”
“no.”
“email?”
you stare at him. “are you serious right now?”
“i’m being thorough.”
“you’re being annoying.”
“i can be less annoying if you give me one of them.”
“or,” you say, “you could be less annoying by leaving me alone.”
he runs a hand down his face. “listen, i—i just wanna see you again.”
“you’re seeing me right now,” you deadpan.
“give me a chance?”
“no.” you shut your eyes like his presence alone is a nuisance and grab your bag, standing up. “i’m leaving.”
gojo straightens instantly. “what? why?”
“because i have things to do and you’re giving me a headache.” you give your friend a quick thanks and wave bye to choso, heading for the door.
“i’ll walk you,” gojo says.
“you don’t need to.”
“i want to.”
“i don’t want you to.”
“i’m going to anyway.”
you stare at him. he stares back, smiling widely.
so annoying.
you roll your eyes again and he follows immediately as you walk out.
the elevator ride is quiet for exactly three seconds. “you sure i can’t get your number?”
“pretty sure.”
“just pretty sure?”
“entirely sure,” you correct, glaring at him.
"okay, but—just one thing," he tries again, hovering over you. "anything. please, i'll take anything."
"take the hint," you say.
"i'm ignoring the hint," gojo replies. "you're killing me, y/n."
“you’ll live.”
“i don’t think i will, actually.”
you press the button for the ground floor. “okay.”
when the doors ding you step out and he follows, walking beside you insistently. "one more chance," he tries.
"no."
"one coffee."
"no."
“if i give up, will you at least feel bad?”
“no.”
“wow.”
you keep walking, he keeps pace. “okay, new deal,” he says quickly. “if you give me your instagram, i will shut up. completely. never bother you again.”
you stop and turn, something flickering across your face. “you swear?” you ask.
“swear,” he says immediately.
you study him for one long second then sigh.
“fine,” you mutter, pulling out your phone. “if i give you my instagram, you'll shut up?”
his face lights up. "yes."
"completely?"
"completely."
"no talking?"
"silent," he vows.
"forever?"
"i mean—"
your eyes narrow and he backtracks, stammering. "yes. yes, forever, silent."
you recite your handle. "...yeah. and there's an underscore there."
he types it in carefully, nearly fumbling his own phone as he pulls it out.
"thank you," he says quietly, ducking his head down.
you turn to leave, and you barely make it four steps.
“…hi,” he calls after you.
you stop, slowly turn your head.
he smiles sheepishly. “i lied. you know i can't stay silent.”
you give him a last look before turning around.
he stands there for a second after you disappear out the building doors, like his brain needs a moment to catch up to what just happened. he looks down at your instagram, where his follow request is pending. you've got a private account.
your instagram is right there. literally right there.
“…holy shit,” he breathes. he practically floats back to the elevator, his whole body buzzing in excitement. eventually he stumbles out, makes it back down the hall, and pushes choso's girlfriend's apartment door open with energy.
she takes one look at his face and immediately starts smiling. “oh my god.”
“you’re glowing,” she laughs, shutting the door behind him.
he doesn’t even respond to that, just drops straight onto the couch, sprawled out, holding his phone up like it’s sacred scripture. “i got her instagram,” he repeats, to no one and everyone at the same time.
choso, standing nearby, blinks at him slowly. “…okay.”
choso leans back slightly like the phone might explode. “i believe you.”
“she gave it to me,” gojo insists, like this is the part that matters most.
“after you begged?” choso’s girlfriend asks sweetly.
“i did not beg,” gojo says immediately. “i negotiated.”
choso’s girlfriend raises a brow. “mm. what were the terms of this negotiation?”
“she said if she gave me her instagram, i had to shut up.”
choso actually laughs. "gojo, i just don't think she likes you."
"she hates me," he says fondly, hearts radiating out of his eyes as he leans back onto the couch. "she hates me so much."
eventually, even gojo runs out of reasons to sit there refreshing the same screen like it owes him something. he pushes himself up off the couch, stretching once, phone still glued to his hand. “alright, i’m gonna head back.”
choso nods, already half-turned toward his girlfriend. “yeah, okay.”
there’s a pause, then choso clears his throat, not looking at him. “i’ll… stay a bit longer.”
his girlfriend immediately bites back a smile.
gojo looks between them once. “…oh,” he says.
choso goes a little red, his girlfriend giggles.
gojo lifts both hands. “no, yeah. stay. absolutely. take your time. take…all the time..” he’s already halfway to the door, shaking his head with a grin. “have fun. be safe. don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.”
“that’s not a high bar,” she calls after him.
“it’s a respectable bar,” he shoots back, already slipping out.
the second he pushes the door to the frat house open he's announcing triumphantly, "i got it!"
toji, sprawled across the couch, doesn’t even look up. “you got what.”
“her instagram,” gojo says.
that gets geto’s attention immediately. “she gave it to you?” he asks, brows lifting.
“i told you,” gojo shoots back, dropping onto the armchair this time, leaning back like he just won something. “i said i’d see her again.”
geto hums, watching him carefully. “and?”
“and nothing,” gojo says, waving a hand. “we talked. she insulted me like five times. it was great.”
toji finally glances over. “you’re smiling.”
gojo immediately wipes it off his face. “i’m not.”
“you are.”
“i’m not,” he insists, failing completely because the smile is already creeping back.
geto laughs quietly. “did she seem thrilled about giving it to you?”
gojo drops onto the couch, restless. “she told me to shut up.”
“romantic,” toji mutters.
"w—wait." gojo sits up so fast he almost drops his phone. “she accepted.”
geto raises a brow. “already?”
“don’t say ‘already’ like it hasn’t been the longest wait of my life,” gojo snaps, but there’s no bite to it. he’s already tapping into your profile.
your page loads and gojo's eyes scan it slowly, taking in every detail like he’s afraid he’ll miss something. “…holy shit,” he breathes.
geto leans over slightly. “what.”
gojo doesn’t respond. he scrolls, one post to another. there aren't many, but every single one hits him like a punch to the chest. you're laughing on one, head tilted back, sunlight catching on your face.
gojo's never seen you laugh like that. you're beautiful.
you in another, dressed up, looking directly at the camera with that same unimpressed expression you gave him. you, blurry in motion in one photo, mid-step, still somehow perfect.
gojo just stares. “she's beautiful,” he mutters.
“let me see,” geto says, leaning closer.
gojo tilts the phone away immediately. “no.”
geto raises a brow. “why not.”
“because,” gojo says, already scrolling again.
“because what,” geto presses, leaning in anyway.
gojo angles the phone even further out of reach, twisting his body like he’s shielding classified information. “because you don’t need to see.”
toji finally sits up a little, interest piqued now. “oh, now we definitely need to see.”
“no, you don’t,” gojo says quickly, thumb still moving, eyes glued to the screen like he might miss something if he blinks.
geto tries to peek over his shoulder. “you’re acting weird.”
“i’m not acting weird.”
“you’re hunched over your phone like a dragon guarding treasure.”
“okay, first of all, dragons are cool,” gojo mutters. “second, back up.”
toji leans over the back of the couch, glancing down. “damn.”
gojo jerks the phone away instinctively. “don’t—”
“nah,” toji cuts in, already grinning. “she’s bad.”
“she’s not ‘bad,’” gojo snaps immediately. “don’t say it like that.”
toji smirks. “what, we’re not allowed to acknowledge she’s hot?”
"she's beautiful, okay? shut up."
geto watches him, something amused flickering in his expression. “interesting.”
gojo doesn't hear him. he's so lost in his little world, gazing at your pictures with a loopy grin. it’s not just that you’re pretty.
he exhales slowly, eyes never leaving his screen. “i like her,” he says finally.
toji groans immediately. “oh my god, we lost him.”
you don’t think about gojo the whole way home.
okay, maybe you think about him a little. it’s hard not to think about him after he begged for your instagram.
you sigh, dragging a hand over your face once you get to your apartment. “so irritating.”
your phone buzzes in your hand and you already know who it is.
other half: no way
other half: NO way you gave it to him 😭
you roll your eyes, already typing.
you: i didn’t give it to him
you: he begged
three dots immediately.
other half: mhm
you: shut up
you open instagram, purely for research purposes. you hesitate for half a second before opening his profile. “…oh.”
okay.
so.
this is what he looks like when he’s not standing in front of you being unbearable.
you scroll slowly. annoyingly slowly, because your brain is taking in details. he's good looking. stupidly good looking. unfairly so.
pictures with friends.
pictures at parties.
pictures where he’s clearly aware he looks good.
the comments are all the same, too. girls. so many girls. heart eyes, fire emojis, variations of 'marry me' and 'ur so fine'. you make a face.
other half: i knew it btw
you: knew what
other half: that you were into him
you: absolutely not
other half: you gave him your instagram
you: after he begged
other half: you could’ve said no
you: i DID say no
other half: and then you said yes
you: he was being annoying
you: i wanted him to stop talking
other half: mhm
other half: and now you’re on his profile
you freeze. “…she’s so nosy,” you mutter, immediately typing.
you: i’m not
other half: liar
you look down at his profile again, thumb hovering over one of his pictures. you zoom in slightly without thinking, onto his stupid face and stupid smile and stupid blue eyes.
you: he’s just
you: objectively attractive
you: it’s not that deep
other half: sure
you narrow your eyes at the screen.
you: i don’t like him
other half: okay
you: he’s arrogant
other half: mhm
you: and annoying
other half: mhm
other half: he’s down bad btw
your brows pull together.
you: what
other half: like…bad bad
other half: he came back here looking like he won the lottery
when you bought aphrodisiac chocolates online, you didn't expect choso to eat the whole block. ☆
you told him the recommended dosage was one piece, and to wait for you to get home to eat any. you wanted to take them together and see if what the online ad promised was any true: that you’d be ‘sweating for sex’ in fifteen minutes flat.
but he didn’t listen, or didn’t care to listen, because you’re still out for lunch with your friends when your phone rings and choso's contact lights up your lockscreen. you have to excuse yourself to take the call and answer with a sweet, unsuspecting 'hey, baby,' that makes choso nearly orgasm on the spot.
"you have to come home."
"what?" You think maybe you’ve misheard him over the chatter of the sweet little cafe you’re stood in. "are you okay? did you handcuff yourself to the bed again? i told you to stop taking nudes with the pink cuffs on."
worse, apparently.
"please, baby, please come home. i need you so bad it hurts, i’ve cum twice thinking about you because i didn’t want to bother you but it’s not enough and i’m hot everywhere and my stomach hurts because i need you so bad and—don't bully me for this but i'm crying a lot too."
he never listens. you grumble the entire way home, your annoyance sparking flames over the burning heat in your core at the thought of your pretty boyfriend at home quite literally sweating for sex. you have to remind yourself to be upset at him for not listening because otherwise the thought of him, hot skin stuck to your bedsheets as he fucks into his fist wishing it was you, floods your mind instead.
you wonder if he fucks different like this, if his typical gentle touch will be replaced with something needier. you’re of half a mind to deny him his pleasures, but that would be a disservice to yourself as well.
when you step through your front door, you’re hit with the heat of sex that usually floods the house after you two have been particularly... energetic. how can one man fuck himself enough to change the temperature of the house?
as soon as you step into the bedroom, you’re met with the sight of your beautiful other half laid out on the bed as he fucks his fist so fast that you're surprised he hasn't gotten friction burn—though the obscene amounts of cum he's using as lube must help. each stroke down his cock is pronounced with a loud squelching sound that makes you grimace.
his other hand is lifted to his mouth and caught between his teeth in a pathetic attempt to stifle his moans. he looks so pretty, sweaty and exhausted but frantic nonetheless.
when he lays sight on you, though, his crazed strokes stop. before you can register it, he’s climbing off the bed in barely a second to make a bee-line straight to you.
"okay horndog, take a breath," you manage as he grasp your hips and starts manhandling you to the bed. "i need to like... check your pulse or something. can you even go into cardiac arrest?"
“don't know,” his voice is heavy. "need you."
"cho—" you're pushed down onto the bed, your lover following to climb on top of you and attach his lips to the column of your neck.
"need you."
and need he does, you can feel it in the way he slips your clothes from your body with such intent you barely notice it happen. you can feel it in the way his kisses light fire against your skin as he works down your chest, ribs, stomach, hips and finally reaching your aching cunt. he stops only for a second to look up at you through teary eyes to ask a sweet "please?" that has you groaning.
"fine. but i'm really mad at you so don't think i'm easy."
a swipe of two fingers through your folds is enough to tell choso you’re not half as mad as you are desperate. you aren’t quite as soaked in sweat and teary-eyed with want as he is, but god you're wet.
"so pretty," he sighs, giving himself a moment to give your pussy lovey-eyes before dipping in for a kiss right to your clit. "you're just so pretty and i love you so much and you taste so good like this and—"
"are you talking to my pussy right now? how many of those chocolates did you eat, choso?
"i don't know..." he lies, eye's so pretty and guilty as he looks up at you. "like all of it, maybe?"
can you overdose on magic sex chocolate? you'd ponder on it longer if he wasn't pulling away from you, wiping your arousal from his pouty lips and wincing at the disappointed look on your face. "sorry. sorry, i just really want you and i promise ill eat it after and then after that as well but could i just—"
"fuck me, choso," you allow him, partially to shut him up, but also because you don’t think you could go much longer without his length completing you. try as you might to roll your eyes at his oddities, he's your other half in every way it matters.
especially this one.
"i love you," he whines as he rights himself and surprises the both of you by slapping your clit a few times before he lines up and pushes in. "sorry. i love you."
and it might be the raw intimacy speaking on your behalf but you swear you can feel his love through the way he fills you with his cock. you’re two halves of a whole and finally conjoined through overwhelming pleasure… the stretch is uncomfortable, sure, choso has a length he doesn’t know how to handle, but you don’t care when the way he drools once he bottoms out is so desperate.
and god does it feel good when he starts to move. he’s so eager and desperate that rather than the gentle thrusts he usually makes to test the waters of your comfort, he’s straight into rutting against you like he’s in heat—which, in a way, you guess he is. you're of half a mind to call him a puppy and see if he'll bark.
choso pulls your thighs up between the two of you and works the two of you into a mating press that has him reaching depths inside of you he’s never before kissed with the tip of his cock. he can hardly see straight, pussy drunk already and babbling away about how good you feel wrapped around him, how he's yours, all yours and always yours.
"all for you," tears roll down his sharp cheekbones the closer he comes to his umpteenth orgasm of the evening “my cock is for you, my come, my heart... i’m all yours i belong to you, please take me, god you take me so good. you own all of me."
desperation stains his cheeks as he distracts himself from the hot tears by kissing you with trembling lips as he tries to push impossibly deeper into you. your legs ache, you’ve never been split open so deep and you’re not sure you’ll ever stop grieving the loss of his size when choso finally pulls out of you.
you don’t think you’ve ever cum this fast either, but the moment choso starts holding his breath and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he does when he’s about to finish, you feel that wave of dizzying euphoria wash right through you. from head to toe you’re hit with crashing waves of pleasure, and you shake underneath your lust-drunken lover.
he fucks you through it, chases an orgasm so strong it hurts, tightens his balls and makes him wonder how he’s not cumming dry yet. "you feel so good, i’m sorry i know it’s a lot i’m sorry, i love you i love you.”
it’s a blur, but you feel full with his cum and never do you want him to pull out. you think you’re still shaking, but choso has you fucked so deeply into the mattress that you wouldn’t be able to tell even if you had the energy to care. he’s still twitching inside of you, each minor movement sends static up your spine. you think you might've just seen heaven.
and with a shaky breath, and pupils so dilated with need he looks high, choso presses a wet kiss to your lips, pulls back and in a tone as sorry as he can pretend to be:
"can we please go again?"
this was my 666th post so keep that in mind when commenting. you better say nice things to me or ill hex you that's right im an etsy witch and yes i am responsible for some (k)qu(irk)y things that have happened in past.
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synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.
content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)
wc: 4.6k
a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao
“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”
itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”
you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”
“sig tau?”
“yeah. my older brother is a member.”
you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.
“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”
he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”
“anything.”
itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”
your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”
“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“
“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“
“regardless! men are a no-no.”
itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”
you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.
itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.
“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.
“he’s shy.”
“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”
“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”
“do i have to sleep with him or something?”
“i doubt you’ll get that far.”
you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.
you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.
“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”
itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”
you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.
“it matches my hair!”
the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.
you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.
you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.
you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”
itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“
“the kitchen?”
“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”
your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—
holy shit.
definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?
“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”
you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…
“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“
“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”
“… hi.”
you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?
“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.
“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”
you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”
choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”
“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”
you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”
his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”
“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?
he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”
you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.
“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”
“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”
choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”
you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”
“… league of legends. on occasion.”
“ew.”
“hey!”
you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.
“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“
“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“
“yuji!”
you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”
“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”
“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”
choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”
“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”
you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”
“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“
you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”
on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.
choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.
then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.
oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.
you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”
he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”
you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.
you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.
“excuse me. i’m tanking.”
“your kd is tanking, you mean.”
you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”
“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”
you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”
“yeah, just like that… good.”
your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.
without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.
choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.
he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“
you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.
you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“
“you whimpered.”
his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"
his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.
"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."
"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.
you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"
he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.
“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.
you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.
“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.
“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“
you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.
he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.
“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.
he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.
you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”
his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“
“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”
he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”
“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.
your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“
“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”
your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.
“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.
you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”
he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.
“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"
"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"
your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.
"choso- holy shit-"
"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.
he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.
you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."
he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."
you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.
he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.
you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”
choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”
biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.
"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.
choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.
your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."
he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.
you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.
"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"
"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.
"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.
"choso."
"one second."
"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"
he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.
you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...
you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.
"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"
"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."
the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.
"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.
"obviously."
you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.
you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-
"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.
"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."
he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."
"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."
he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"
you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.
"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"
your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.
"cho-"
"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.
you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.
"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"
"hngh- fuck-"
you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.
"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.
squelch!
squelchh!
squelchhh!
he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!"
his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.
you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.
you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.
"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.
careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.
SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻
todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO
todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS
itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here
naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO
kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹
naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen
todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD
naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf
you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.
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