we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack
thinking about cowboy!clark kent talking you through riding him in his awfully charming southern drawl.
"yeah, there ya' go, honey," he's guiding your hips on his cock with big, warm, calloused hands heavy on your skin, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you with each bounce.
there's an obvious bulge in your tummy from just how big he is, disappearing and reappearing with every shift of your hips.
"ohgodâ" you choke out a whine, resting your sweaty forehead on his broad shoulder, letting him do most of the work by manually moving your hips. "s'big, clark" you bite down on his shoulder, his salty skin coating your tongue. that pulls a groan from him, he's rubbing the fat of your ass tenderly.
"i know, baby. i know" he's so loving, so incredibly doting that you can't help but cry out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him as his cock nearly splits you open.
"feels good though, don't it?" he drawls, gripping the hair on your head gently and pulling your face from the crook of his neck so he can pepper reverent kisses on your flushed, damp skin. "my pretty baby, jus' want t'make you feel good" he coos, head lolling back as your pussy flutters around him in response to his sweet words.
"fuck, clark" your face twists in pleasure, limbs turning into puddles as you feel that knot in your gut tightening impossibly. greedy hands roam his body, your fingertips running over his tanned arms and squeezing at his biceps. "m'close" you breathe out, looking down and literally moaning at the sight of the creamy white ring at the base of clark's member.
"i know it, sweet girl. can feel ya' milkin' me" he shakes his head, huffing a chuckle that shifts into a groan as you dig your manicured nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in your wake. he doesn't mind when you mark him up, if anything it makes him twitch inside of you.
his balls tighten up, heavy with cum as you grind down on him a few last times before your orgasm washes over you, leaving you moaning whorishly into his skin as he fucks up into you. "aw, there ya go, s'good h-honey, love you, sweetheart" he praises you for cumming, as if he didn't just do all of the work. "claaark" you breathe out, collapsing on top of him as a post-orgasm calm washes over you.
he finishes shorty after you, as he always makes it a goal to get you to finish before him. he thrusts up into you sloppily and shoots his warm release deep inside of you, making you squirm on top of him from the strange sensation. "i know, baby, feels weird..." he groans lowly, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back.
he lets you collapse on top of him, basically a puddle from how fucked out you are. he's pressing little kisses to your bare shoulder every so often, making sure you're as comfortable as you can be. "did so good for me, honey." he's just the sweetest cowboy. <3
MERMAID!READER who grew up seeing JOHNNY SINCLAIR on Beechwood from the surrounding water, waving and receiving a wave back before he'd call for the Liars to come look. You'd swim away to avoid getting caught, making him look crazy, or like an even bigger liar than the rest of them.
You saw it as a secret between you two; Johnny found it maddening.
MERMAID!READER who vacates the north east coast for years during your early teens, causing JOHNNY SINCLAIR to believe the pretty girl in the ocean really was just a figment of his childhood imagination.
MERMAID!READER who spends many nights with an unknowing JOHNNY SINCLAIR, seeing the moonlight's reflection dance across the salty water, listening the waves lapping at the sand or crashing into the cliffs.
MERMAID!READER who JOHNNY SINCLAIR spots out in the dark sea, years past his "there's a mermaid around the island!" phase, calls out, just for you to dive back under the surface
MERMAID!READER who enjoys strolling around Martha's Vineyard in human form, weathered mixed metal jewelry jingling, silky, flowy clothes billowing in the sea breeze, catching JOHNNY SINCLAIR's attention, and he swears he recognises you.
MERMAID!READER who goes out with JOHNNY SINCLAIR that night, per his invitation, and learns you're not as adjusted to the land's society as you think. Johnny figures it the product of some neurodivergence.
MERMAID!READER who starts dating JOHNNY SINCLAIR, spending more time as a human than ever before, overthinking how you're going to say you're not. How do you even tell your boyfriend "I'm actually a mermaid" without him thinking you're lying and immature?
MERMAID!READER who is completely laxed about nudity, and doesn't understand why JOHNNY SINCLAIR isn't. You only cover yourself because you know being naked is publicly indecent on land. Even then, it's with the loosest, thinest clothing you could find in stores, mostly thrift shops. So you pay no mind to slipping it off the moment you're in Johnny's room with the door closed, that being an appropriate place to. It's not like you expected Johnny to do the same, you knew he took great pride in his expensive attire, but you didn't expect him to look at you like you'd materialised from a fantasy.
MERMAID!READER who gets sicks of losing to JOHNNY SINCLAIR during swim races, having never needed to swim in human form before leading to a lack of skill, so switches. Johnny's so focused on your tail through the clear blue he doesn't care that he'd lost by a mile.
MERMAID!READER who JOHNNY SINCLAIR interrogates post swim, whispering shouting as he paced at the end of his bed, having stopped you when you went to strip off like usual; "I really need you to have clothes on right now."
MERMAID!READER who does research on human relationships, and realises you haven't reached most social milestones with JOHNNY SINCLAIR like meeting each other's friends and family. Your side was a little more complicated, but the Liars were just a short walk from Red Gate, if not in Red Gate!
MERMAID!READER who gets in a fight with JOHNNY SINCLAIR over it. Was he embarrassed of you or something? And he thought "how the fuck am I meant to tell my friends that mermaid I always claimed to see, and they never did, is now my girlfriend?!" was a smart thing to say during said argument.
MERMAID!READER who has JOHNNY SINCLAIR looking truly insane, calling out for you to apologise at the water, waves splashed up his thighs, knees deep in Tiny Beach.
MERMAID!READER who treats JOHNNY SINCLAIR like another one of your treasures.
a/n: started watching h2o for SOME summer vibes (seasonal depression SO bad i constantly feel like trinity santos dissociating while staring at that scalpel) and knew i needed to expand on this idea I had
especially the latter half of this is ass, but that's because i wanted to post it before i went to sleep so yeah i rushed it đ¤ˇââď¸
Pairing: Fratjo x Shy Girl!Reader x Frat/Plug!Eren
Synopsis: Gojo Satoru is your best friend. Eren Yeager is his bestie and your plug. You're the shy girl who is curious about what their dicks look like after overhearing rumors on campus about their escapades. One night, during a party game of "Truth or Dare", the hot frat duo decide to take you up on a special dare when you get too tipsy and decide to give you a front row seat of what they're both packing.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Titan/College AU; Anime Crossover; Shy to Slutty!Reader x Marijuana & Alcohol; Truth Or Dare; Three Way Kissing; Boy on Boy (teehee!); Shotgunning; Sexual Tension; Nipple & Tongue Piercings; Muscle Worship; Drooling; Licking; Couch Sex; First Time Deepthroat; Oral (Giving n Receiving); Spanking; Pussy Spanks; Spitting; Degradation & Praise; Choking; Fucking In A Headlock; Spitroast; Legs Up Missionary; Tongue Sucking; Reader Cums 3x; No Creampie; Cum on Tits n Ass; Aftercare
Word Count: 11.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!Â
Writer's Note: Told y'all I was finna write this!! I couldn't after seeing this sexy ass masterpiece. I'm gonna write more anime crossover in the future most def 𩷠Aaaand I donât rock with D*ja C*t like that (I used to but sheâs mad weird now lol) but the song really fit the scenario for this fic. I hope y'all enjoy this one! MWAH!! đđ-Jazz
Credits: Gojo x Eren fanart made by mochikuyo on IG! All photos found on Pinterest!
Maybe you shouldnât have had that second cup of spiked punch.
Thereâs no telling what the fuck Gojo put in that concoction, but you tasted the strong hint of vodka combined with the fruity splash of the punch on your tastebuds now.Â
You consider the persuasive effects of the alcohol as your reasoning behind why youâre here now, sitting on your best friendâs couch about to get flashed by him AND his friend and your personal plug.Â
Gojo Satoru, your best friend since freshmen year of uni, is the full package with his white hair soft to the touch, piercing blue eyes, dashing good looks, dimples, and a body worth melting over.
The glint of the lip ring dangling from his plump, pink bottom lip and a flash of metal on his tongue never fail to make you throb. Not to mention his confident gate around campus, goofy sense of humor, and cockiness that is more attractive than it is annoying.Â
Youâve had a crush on him since freshmen year, but often locked it up and threw away the key due to how special your relationship with him. All the times heâs defended you from his stupid frat brothers who talked about wanting to fuck you, his shy, awkward little friend with the big ass glasses and her nose stuck in a bookâŚhow could you throw all of that away for these stupid, horny feelings?
And then Eren Yeager showed up, practically serving himself up to you on a silver platter to distract you from Gojo. Eren is not the typical frat boyâhe comes with long, flowing black hair, gages, all kinds of piercings (one on his eyebrow, a lip ring, a sinful tongue ring, and supposedly nipple piercings), and tattoos adorning his toned body.
You sit in the basement of Gojoâs frat house with them, the sound of a party going on above your head. You hear the creaking of footsteps and the throb of music drifting through the ceiling, reminding you that anyone could come down here and see these two about to commit to your stupid, drunken dare to them.Â
The corners of Gojoâs pink lips curl into a panty-dropping, crooked smile, making his dimples pop. âYou lookinâ kinda scared now, mama,â he says, his blue eyes glittering with mirth and tequila. âYou good? Need somethinâ more in that cup?â
You look down at the spiked punch in your cup, halfway done, and quickly place it on the coffee table nearby. The lava lamp sitting next to you illuminates your skin, turning it red, purple, and blue, fortunately hiding your flush. âN-No,â you stammer. The last thing you need is something else to make you feel woozier, bolder, and hornier. âMânot scared. Justââ
âNervous,â Gojo interrupts with a nod. âI can tell. You never done nothinâ like this before, have you?â He crosses his beefy arms over his chest, making you envision yourself stuffing your face between his pecs or being wrapped up in his arms while youâre bouncing on his stiff, fat cock. You try to push the lewd thoughts away. Drunk or not, itâs not appropriate to be thinking about your friend like this!
âThatâs never stopped you before, slut,â a sly voice in your head hisses at you, referring to all the nights youâve rubbed your pussy in your dorm at the thought of GojoâŚand the tatted, black-haired frat boy standing next to him.Â
Eren raises one of his pierced brows. âReally? From the sounds of that dare, coulda sworn youâve done freaky shit like this before.â His teal eyes slide over to Gojo, curious. âSo how do you know?â he wonders.Â
Gojo gives you the cocky smirk heâs known for, his dimples popping as he does so. âWe been friends since freshmen year! I know this girl more than she knows herselfâŚclearly.â You avert your eyes from him and Eren, staring down at your hands pressed firmly in your lap, your creamy, soft thighs exposed underneath your mini skirt. You paired it with a nice cardigan, but you still feel oh-so exposed.
âDonât be an ass, Toru,â you grumble. âI was only kidding. You two didnât have to go along with this if you didnât want to.â The two frat boys laugh, the sound seductive and dripping with sex. âNah, Iâm straight,â Eren chuckles. âJust depends on whether you want this or not.â He pauses, his teal eyes grazing over you. âI canât say your boldness wasnât cute as hell though.âÂ
His compliment makes your skin burn. Gojo nods, giving you a hooded look that isnât just from the alcohol or puffing on a blunt with Eren earlier. âMmm-hmm. Thatâs why weâre here: to give you what youâre wantinâ, baby.âÂ
âI-I donâtâŚâ You pause, gobsmacked by these two actually being posted up in front of you, no loud noises or miscellaneous convos drifting in the smoky, weed-scented air to distract you.
Both of them hot. Both of them sexy. Both of them being the most popular frat boys on campus for their muscles, good looks, dashing smilesâŚand supposedly, their big, pretty dicks, stroke game, and wicked skills in the bedroom.Â
To be very clear, these are all from rumors and stories youâve heard on campusâin the back of classrooms; on the quad while youâre reading your book during free periods; in the corner of frat parties that Gojo forces you to come out to. Gossip about Erenâs supposed dick piercing and Gojoâs wicked tongue game.Â
None of this is coming from you; you would never try to push the friendship between you, Gojo, and ErenâŚ.even though you have fantasized about doing so. How can you not when youâre always subjected to such obscene, lewd gossip and stories of these two putting girls in the mattress?Â
Perhaps the stories plus the alcohol and wanting to prove that you arenât just the âshy girl on campusâ led you here now. Pushed you to fix your mouth to say that stupid ass dare moments before when the intoxicating false confidence from your cups of fruity punch spiked with vodka and tequila shots got to you.Â
You were sitting on the couch with the two frat boys at one of Gojoâs annual frat parties raged on around you. The music was loud, the sound of Tyler The Creatorâs âSugar On My Tongueâ blasting from an Alexa Pro, making your head pound. You were more inclined to go back to your dorm to read and scroll through YouTube instead of watching drunk college kids dry hump and act a fool.Â
But secretly, you didnât want to leave Gojo and Eren hanging. You wanted to spend more time with them, even if you were too shy to ask them to do so outside of studying. The frat boys were just in the middle of a game of âTruth Or Dareâ while you watched and observed, giggling through your cup over how idiotic and silly they were.Â
âI dare youâŚto smoke the rest of this blunt down to the nub,â Gojo slurred with a sloppy grin, the tequila shots catching up with him. He sat next to you, manspreading, thighs spread open in his cut-off jeans. You tried not to ogle at his crotch or his big arms bulging out of his muscle tanks that read âSit Here!â with two arrows pointing up and down. How sleazy.Â
Eren lazily looked over at his friend, his teal eyes slightly reddened by the blunt he and Gojo have been passing between each other for the past fifteen minutesâŚwith you squeezed right in between them and trying hard not to explode over it. âForreal?â He scoffed, taking the tiny, itty bitty piece of blunt from Gojoâs long fingers. âCâmon gimme somethinâ better. Shit, Iâve been smokinâ down to the nub since you were in pampers.âÂ
You watched him take a drag of the longer blunt he and Gojo were passing, holding it between his long, painted fingers, each ring on his digits glistening and winking seductively at you in the DIY strobe lights. âProve it then, you cocky bitch,â Gojo snickered, jutting his chin at the bit of blunt between his friendâs black-painted fingers, tattoos inking his knuckles.Â
Eren eyed the blue-eyed college boy with a bit of bite in them. Eren Yeager is NOT to be played with. âHow you gonna disrespect and itâs my weed youâre smokinâ?â he scoffed, referring to the fact that he has been Gojo and your personal plug for a year now since he transferred from Titan University your junior year.Â
Everybody goes to Eren for the best weed (and pills, if youâre into that). You always go to him for a little dime piece of weed and he teases you about it, always deciding to answer the door shirtless with a smirk on his face. âEnjoy, smart girl,â he purrs once you get your green and pay him.Â
âCâmon, Ren, you donât wanna refuse my dare in front of the lady, do ya?â Gojo whispered, giving Eren a wink. The two of them gazed over at you sitting between them, practically squeezed between their toned bodies. Never mind that you three were at a party and surrounded by other people on all sides of the couch. Youâd been here for over two hours, having been dragged out by Gojo since he was the one throwing it tonight.Â
The music was blaring, pounding against your skull, overstimulating you along with the same spiked punch youâd been nursing. AND the fact that you were sitting so close to such attractive men that seem to have such a strong pull on you the way other college boys donât. Gojoâs citrusy body wash in your nostrils and Erenâs tatted arm roped around the back of the couch near your neck didnât make your situation any better.Â
You made a show of rolling your eyes and nudging Gojo in his side, a little sigh leaving your lips. âDonât, Satoru,â you sigh, sipping on your punch, becoming dizzier and heavier with each sip. Gojo poked his bottom lip out at you, cocking his head to the side. âYou donât wanna play, Y/N? Câmooon, itâs a party!âÂ
You squirmed in your seat, hated that he was pressuring youâŚbut then again, one round couldnât hurt, right? âI donât wanna do a dare.â Gojo clucked his tongue in disappointment, rolling his blue eyes. âParty pooper.âÂ
âThen give me a dare,â Eren replied, smoke billowing from his pierced lips as he passed it to Gojo. âEven if itâs a lame one. Canât be worse than the one your buddy just gave me.âÂ
The snow-haired frat glared at him, wrapping his thick, pink lips around the blunt, hollowing his cheeks. âSuck my dick.â Eren grinned at him, his smile cocky and secretive. âYou wish. Think youâd fall in love with this mouth too much.âÂ
Gojo scoffed, wiggling his pierced tongue at him. âLike you wouldnât be obsessed with a tongue like mine.â You pressed your thighs tight together, regretting wearing such a short denim skirt. This was fucking torture!
So what do you fucking do? You make it worse by sipping more of your red cup, letting the vodka settle on your tastebuds and drown out your shy, awkward personality. âAll these silly dares you two are doing,â you drunkenly giggled. âI may as well dare you to kiss each other.âÂ
Suddenly, you paused and clapped an immediate hand on your mouth. The two frat boys stared at you, completely silent, and it made you go hot with embarrassment. âI-I was just joking,â you stammered, your skin crawling with prickles of humiliation. Â
âNo, you werenât,â Eren deadpanned, not smiling but his eyes twinkled playfully at you. Gojo laughed, tossing his head back to expose his thick neck and Adamâs Apple. âDaaaamn, thatâs kinda freaky, friend!â he cackled. "Whatddya say, Ren? You want a kiss?â He wiggled his brows at Eren and the black-haired frat rolled his eyes. âFine, but donât use no tongue.âÂ
Suddenly, he was leaning in over your lap and so was Gojo, leaving you gobsmacked and shook to the core. âNo promises~â Gojo sang before wrapping a hand around the back of Erenâs neck and planting one on him. He did it as if he had kissed Eren plenty of times before, their lips melding into one, one pulling while the other pushed.
You watched them in shock, awe, and arousal, zooming in through your glasses on how their lips danced with one another, the glistening metal of their tongue piercings flashing at you as their tongues slipped into each otherâs mouths. You caught the sound of their low moans over the blaring, throbbing music, making something else attached to your body throb. Their hot kiss caught the eyes of some horny college girls who whistled, hollered, and recorded for all of the internet to see, but either cared.Â
Finally, the two pulled away, slightly dazed with hooded eyes that they trained on you.
Gojo smirked and passed you the blunt, figuring that you needed it. âHowâs that for a dare, huh, mamas?â He purred. Though you didnât smoke in public, you decided to take a slow hit anyway, letting the weed cloud your senses and make you even dizzier. You sat there, trying to recover, but you felt hot all over. âYou good?â Eren asked, looking worried. âYou look a little off. You wanna stop?âÂ
You let him take the blunt from you, knowing that you didnât need another hit. You felt light and heavy at the same time, everything sounding louder and looking shinier. Your chest felt hot, your nipples were hard, and you could feel that your panties were damp. âIâŚI donâtâŚâ You paused, your throat dry. You didnât know what to say or how to answer.
Luckily, you were interrupted by one of the boysâ fans; a blonde chick in a mini dress and high heels who ogled their kiss too. âHi, Satoru,â she giggled, twirling her hair in her manicured fingers. âYou still cominâ over to my dorm tonight? Weâre gonna watch Sinners, right?âÂ
You were so swept up in your own head and new, unwanted physical feelings that you barley missed what the girl said. Gojo leaned in and said something to her under his breath, right near her neck. She grinned and giggled, giving his shoulder a squeeze before she tottered off in her heels. You watched her walk off, your stomach flipping.Â
âWhat a joke,â Eren scoffed. He sat back and watched, thighs spread in his jeans. âYou really finna fuck that girl?â Gojo pulled a face like he ate something sour, gulping down the rest of his red solo cup. âNahâŚnot again anyway. Girl lied there like a dead fish and then had the nerve to mouth about my dick game to her friends.âÂ
Your ears pricked at this newfound information. âMmâŚbut stories get around, right? Nothinâ bad about me from what Iâve heard,â Eren chuckled, flashing you both a suggestive smirk.Â
This conversation did NOT need to happen. You shouldnât have said anything more. But dammit, the weed, the drank, and the cologne wafting off of these two idiotsâ bodies were turning you into someone else. âM-Me either,â you softly replied. Eren raised a brow at this, swishing his drink around in his cup. âOh, yeah? So youâve heard about me?âÂ
He wasnât smiling anymore, but his eyes were, so intense and playful. Teasing you so relentlessly. Gojo squeezed in a little tighter into your side, his sweat practically sinking into your skin. âWhat about me, babes? You never told me none of that!â Eren scoffed, waving him off with a flick of his fingers. âLike your dick is big enough to get people talkinâ.âÂ
Your eyes widened behind your glasses, the dirty words shaking you. You felt like a nun hearing dirty talk for the first time. âAnd is,â Gojo remarked, tossing his friend a smirk. âLike you havenât been eyeinâ my sweats before. You know what Iâm packinâ, Yeager.âÂ
Finally, your eyes traveled lowerâlower than they shouldâve beenâand landed right on their dicks. You didnât miss their dick prints and you desperately wish you had, but it was impossible to not see the two obvious outlines of their bulges pressing against their pants. âI got another dare,â you blurted before you can stop yourself. They both looked at you, surprised. Eren asked, cocking his head. âYeah? And whatâs that?â
âYeah, Iâm curious,â Gojo agreed, grinning devilishly at you. "Let the vodka talk, shy girl.âÂ
You felt the forbidden words bubbling up at your throat, pushed by the lust, curiosity, and influence of the weed and the alcohol, and soon, they were out: âI wanna see it.â Gojo blinked at you, confused. âSee what?âÂ
Heat engulfed you, making you feel like you were on fire. What the hell were you doing?! Why were you proposing to see your friend and your plugâs dicks?! âLive a little,â the tiny voice in your head purred. âYou know you want this.â You didnât look at either of them as you uttered your next request. âI meanâŚI dare you to let me see it. Them. UmâŚâ You paused, blushing hot, wanting to bolt and hide under the couch.Â
The silence was thick, filled with the tension of your daring dare. âWait,â Eren paused. âAre you darinâ us to show you our dicks, shy girl?â His smile was goddamn sinful, filled with all the wickedness of the devil himself. Gojo said nothing, simply watching you.
It didnât take long for you to break under the pressure. âNo!â you giggled, sounding fake and phony even to your own ears. âNo way, I-I was just joking! I just wanted to see your faces, like I was serious! U-Uh, just forget what I said andââ
âAlright, Iâm down,â Gojo replied. âCanât refuse a challenge like that, especially one from my best girl.â You gaped at him, seeing his almost lackadaisical expression, like it was nothing that his friend dared him to show her his cock. âW-What?â you gasped. âNo, no, you donât underââÂ
âFine then,â Eren added, gulping down the rest of his beer and slamming the cup down. âIâm down too. But donât cry when she thinks my dick is better.â Gojo just laughed, thinking this was the funniest shit ever. âBitch, please. Câmon, mamas, letâs take this to the basement.â He then took your hand, even as you gulped and gasped like a fish, unable to protest or stop them.Â
He then paused, grinning at you. âUnless youâre too scared to see if the stories are true,â he joked. âWhatâs the harm? Iâve seen your tits before!â And he hasâŚnot willingly. He had walked into your dorm one day while you were changing and accidentally saw you putting on your bra. âRed is your color, babes,â he joked before you squeaked and threw a pillow at him.Â
You shouldnât have been doing this. You shouldâve found a way to get out of this. But you had bound yourself to this stupid ideaâŚand you werenât too sure if you wanted to cut the ropes. âFine,â you determinedly said, standing on wobbly legs. âJust donât make it weird.âÂ
Then they swept you away to Gojoâs empty basement where there was nothing but a lava lamp, a foos ball table, a Nintendo Switch, and a door that locked. Here you are now, faced with your own reckless. âSo you still want us to fulfill this dare of yours, ma?â Eren asks, looking worried. âDonât try to lie. Just say how you feel and weâll be cool with it.âÂ
Gojo nods, his hand slightly brushing your shoulder, making you burn. âOf course! But weâve had our little sneaky linkups here anâ there, right, babes?â His blue eyes twinkle with the secret only you two are privy to. You flush at the mention of all those secret meetups where youâd practice kissing.Â
You donât have much experience with guys. Most of them always regard you as the nerdy girl and barely pay attention to you. At the time when you were meeting up with Gojo for âlessonsâ and study dates, you hadnât even kissed a guy since high school at prom.Â
Wanting to be a âgood friendâ to you, in the past, Gojo had offered to give you tips on how to kiss a guyâŚwhich led to other things. Only dry humping, sloppy make out sessions, and dick stroking through his pants that made you feel hot and wet once you left his frat house. He had touched you a few times, only through your panties, but it was the first time any guy had touched you in such a way.
You liked that feelingâthe feeling of being irresistible and wanted. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât want to feel that again. âO-Okay,â you softly say. âYou can take them out, I guess.â The two smirked down at you, appearing that they already knew that youâd say yes. Cocky bastards.Â
And then, with bated breath, you watch as they both go for their pants. Gojo shrugs off his shorts and Eren goes for his belt, the sound of the metal buckle making you bite your lip in anticipation. Their hands went to the waistbands of their boxers and slowly, teasingly, agonizingly, they both reached in and pulled themselves out at the same time.
âOh, my God,â you silently gasp.Â
They are both just as big and thick as the rumors said they are. Each one has a vein trialing from base to tip, pulsation and in need of a long lick. Gojoâs cock is a lot longer and curves upward while Eren has a fat, heavy dick, all girth and thickness that makes you gulp, envisioning it stretching out your holes. And they both have dick piercings. Youâve never been wetter in your life than from seeing the two metal earrings glint against their cock heads.
Gojo smirks, finding your reaction priceless and adorable. âWell? Ya like whatcha see, shy girl?â he jokes. âBe honest or we wonât let you leave this couch.âÂ
Despite your utter adoration, admiration, and lust over their beautiful cocks, you still rolled your eyes. âFine; yes,â you scoff, unable to take your eyes off of them. âI like them. You won. Now can you put âem away?âÂ
Gojo cackles, his cock bobbling as he did so. âAwfully feisty for a girl who dared to see her friendsâ dicks,â Eren joke, smirking at you, but it isnât the lighthearted teasing he always does. It is hotter. Molten hot. âSpeakinâ of dare, I think itâs your turn again, Satoru.âÂ
Gojo turns those sinful, blue eyes on you and smiles. Nothing couldâve prepared you for the next words out of his mouth: âI dare you to kiss me.â You gape at him, shaken. âW-What?âÂ
The snow-haired hottie gives you a look like he wants to fuck you right here, right now on his couch. âYou heard me; I didnât stutter. And Iâm not stupid either, girl: Iâve seen the way youâve looked at meâŚhow shy you get around your good friendâŚâ He flashes you those pearly whites, making your heart stutter and your pussy tighten. You gulp, caught like a deer in headlights. How did he know? Has he always known? âYou donât have to explain. Just know that the feeling is mutual. It has been for years.âÂ
There is a twinkle of adoration, genuine and sweet, in his eyes that makes you breathless. You gape at him, unsure of if youâre hallucinating or not. You watch as he slowly sits next to you on the couch, his cock still out and hardening before your very eyes. His hand cups your cheek, the pad of this thumb sending sparks trailing down your jaw. âJust kiss me and find out.âÂ
So you do. His kiss has to be one of the best ones youâve ever had in your life. Itâs a kiss you can only find in Disney movies: magicalâit sweeps you right off your feet. And yet it is so sensual and seductive, his lips seducing you with every single slow movement against yours.Â
Gojo takes his other hand to cup the other side of your face, holding you in place as his kiss deepens. At some point, you feel his tongue lick tantalizingly at your bottom lip, silently asking for access. You allow it and his tongue swirls with yours, creating sloppy, suckling sounds that make your pussy clench. He tastes of tequila and a hint of beer. Finally, he pulls away, but doesnât stray too far from your lips. âMmm, thatâs it, pretty,â he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless. âYou taste so good. Your lips are so fuckinâ soft.âÂ
Youâre breathing heavy, your mind blank and dizzy from the kiss and the cold bite of his piercing against your hot, wet tongue. Gojoâs eyes suddenly slide over your shoulder and he smirks.Â
âJealous, Ren?â You turn, finding the black-haired frat sitting next to you now, his jaw set tight. âNo. Youâre just beinâ a greedy motherfucker as usual.â Gojo snickers, still stroking your cheek with his thumb. âYeah, totally jealous. Truth or dare?âÂ
Youâre so dizzy and disoriented from the kiss that you almost think heâs talking to you. Eren smirks, ever the one for shaking things up. âTruth.â The snow-haired frat grins, pressing another long, deep kiss against your lips as if you can't get enough of your cute little ass. âDo you want my cute ass friend to touch that dick?âÂ
Erenâs answer is nothing more than a lustful growl: âFuck yes.â You nearly get whiplash with how fast you turn to look at him. He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes, his cock throbbing in his hand.Reality sinks in and you realize just what the fuck youâre doing. âW-Wait, I donâtâŚI-Iâve neverââ
âNever done this before?â Eren finishes, raising a curious brow. So you never even seen a dick before?â You bite your lip, embarrassed by this fact. âN-NoâŚat least not in real life.â Youâre hinting that youâve watched A TON of porn before, praying for the chance to taste, touch, see, and feel a nice, big, hard dick for yourself.Â
Now is your chance. Gojo and Eren are into this little confession, both groaning at the idea of their shy little college nerd being such a secret little slut. âFuck, thatâs cute,â Eren exhales. âJust take it slow, mama. You canât mess this up.â Slowly, you reach a tentative hand out and wrap it around his cock, earning a low groan of praise in reply.Â
Slowly, you begin to stroke him, pumping him up and down, from base to tip. You watch as the handsome, black-haired frat leans his head back, exposing the tattoo on the side of his neck, his teal eyes fluttering shut. âThatâs it,â he hisses.Â
He feels hot and satiny in your palm, your fingers brushing his public hairs slightly. They match the same fine, black hair at his happy trail, making you want to lick it. You swallow hard, biting your lip as you feel yourself ooze into your panties. âOooh, he likes that,â Gojo purrs. âAnd so do I. Fuck, youâre so hot doinâ this for us, baby.âÂ
One of his big hands move to gently fondle one of your tits over your dress, his tough light but firm. His warm palm and fingers touch every sensitive part of your breasts, even pinching your hardened nipples. A moan escapes your lips, unable to be kept in. You feel his lips at your neck, soft and supple, peppering your skin in hot, wet kisses. âYou wanna touch me too? Then say it.âÂ
Though youâre bursting with need, you still feel shy. Embarrassed to be so sluttyâŚeven though youâve got your hand wrapped around your plugâs dick right now. âSatoru,â you whimper. âI canât.â Gojo tuts, his fingers pinching your nipples a bit harder, making you whine from the bite of pain mixed with pleasure. âYes, you can. You had all that mouth before, didn't you?âÂ
His lips gently suckle on your ear, sending shivers all over you. Eren tuts adoringly at you.Â
âPoor baby is so shy. She just needs somethinâ to ease her nerves.âÂ
He doesnât make you pause from stroking him; only leaning over to pull at a drawer next to the table. He retrieves a baggie of pre-rolled blunts (done by him judging by the neatness) and a lighter. He gives you a wink before lighting the end of the blunt, making it burn red like a firefly in the night sky. âCâmere,â he murmurs. âPucker those lips up. Iâm gonna shotgun you.âÂ
You do as he says and pucker your lips up into an O, watching as Eren wraps those lips around the blunt and takes a hit, deeply inhaling. Then he leans in and slowly blows the smoke out into your mouth. Though the smoke stings your eyes, the combination of that and Erenâs indirect kiss makes you dizzy with arousal and relaxation.Â
âNice, right?â Gojo chuckles as you lean back into his chest, feeling heavy and light at the same time. âNow you gonna leave him hanginâ or what?â Thatâs when you spit into your palm and continue to stroke Eren, making your hold a little firmer as you twist your hand up and down, watching your spit shine on his dick. His handsome face screws up in pleasure at the feeling of your soft, tiny hand on him. âOoooh, shit,â he hisses. âThat feels s-so good!â
He stammers out the praise, overcome from the pleasure youâre giving him. You can hardly focus when Gojo slides his hand along your cheek, turning your head to the side. âKeep kissinâ me. Donât forget about me, mama.â He swoops in you give a hot, sloppy kiss, your tongues swirling and moans traveling between each other, making your poor kitty throb even more.Â
Eren has had enough of your hand thoughâhe wants more of you and forcefully yanks you away from Gojo with a hand on the back of your neck after placing the blunt on an ashtray. âYou wouldnât forget about your favorite plug, would you?â he asks in his airy, seductive voice. Youâre surprised you can even speak with how horny you are, feeling like youâre about to burst. âN-No,â you softly moan, his touch making you shudder.Â
He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes. ââCourse not,â he exhales before his lips cover yours. While his kiss is still just as intoxicating and swoon-worthy as Gojoâs was, his is also more rougher; wetter. He teases and plays with you, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and swirling his tongue around with yours, even sucking on it slightly. It feels oh-so good. You find yourself pumping him more eagerly, making him moan into your mouth.Â
âGreedy ass bitch,â Gojo growls. âStop stealinâ my girl away from me. I want her lips too.â Then itâs right back to Gojoâs lips, soft and succulent, making you wrap a hand around him too. Soon, youâre stroking both of their big cocks, earning low groans and swears out of their soft lips as they indulge in your touch.
You fall deeper and deeper into your lust, succumbing to your sluttiness in one single swoop. Soon, before you realize it, youâre sucking on Gojoâs tongue, hollowing your cheeks as if youâre sucking his dick. âMmmph!â Gojo moans in surprise. He pulls away, smirking. âYou got an oral fixation too?âÂ
You burn with shame at your brazen, slutty ways. This is so unlike you. This isnât the you that you are with Gojo or Eren. âSorry,â you whisper. But he shushes you, his eyes ablaze with lust. âDonât apologize. Just take responsibility.â You blink at him, confused, slowing down your dual handjob. âWhat?â you softly ask.Â
You suddenly feel him pulse and you see that he is about 100% rock now. Stiff and throbbing.
âO-Oh, fuck. Y-YouâreââÂ
âHard as a fuckinâ rock for you,â he purrs, biting his lip. âAnd I dare you to put your mouth on it.â Eren hums in agreement, throbbing in your palm, lifting his hips to slowly fucking your hand. âMine too. Canât leave me out of this. That would be rude.âÂ
The smirks the two friends wear are sinful. Damn near villainous. âThink you can handle two dicks at the same time, baby?â Gojo asks, moaning slightly at your touch. âI know itâs your first time and all, but those lips are speakinâ to me.âÂ
Suddenly, in a blink, they are standing up in front of you, forcing you to stare at each of their cocks in your face. Standing at attention. Pulsing. Throbbing. All for you. To your surprise, you find yourself inching closer to the edge of the couch and wrapping your hands around their dicks at the base again with your hands slick with saliva. âSssssshit,â Eren hisses, the word leaving his mouth in a sharp exhale. âYour hand is so fuckinâ soft, ma, fuck.âÂ
You begin to pump them both at a rhythmic pace, the sweet, wet, lewd sounds of your wet hands stroking their dicks filling the air. âFuck,â Gojo groans, lifting his shirt up to expose his abs to you. âI taught you well, babes.âÂ
âTaught?â Eren parrots, raising his pierced brow at him. Gojo grins mischievously at you, slowly rocking his hips to fuck your fist. âPoor honey didnât know much about shit like this till I let her feel me up. This is the first time sheâs seen it though.âÂ
âStop, Toru,â you whimper, biting your lush bottom lip. âItâs embarrassing.â Even as you gush at the memory of you palming his dick in his sweats and boxers during your âstudy sessionsâ. Gojo coos at you, using his thumb to wipe at your bottom lipâyouâve begun to drool, you realize. âAww, baby, donât be!â he coos. âEren doesnât care. He thinks itâs hot.âÂ
Sure enough, Eren is giving you a look like he wants to split you open and drill your shit till you squirt all over him. âSo you never sucked one before?â You donât answer at first, too embarrassed.Â
âWe didnât get that far,â Gojo replies for you. âBut I-Iâve practiced,â you admit, fueled with the need to please them. The frat brothers look between each other curiously. âOn what?â Gojo snickers. âLike bananas?â YesâŚand cucumbers. But you wonât say all of that.Â
âI-I have aâŚtoy,â you defeatedly confess, heat traveling to your face. You feel the two big cocks in your palms pulsate, throbbing in your fingers. Gojo groans in arousal at the idea of you sucking on a toy, wrapping your lush lips around it and sliding it down your throat. âGod, thatâs hot! Hope itâs just as big as me.âÂ
âAnd me,â Eren chimes in. âBut you can go slow as you want. Thereâs no rush.â His hand finds your hair, his black, glistening fingernails entangled as he strokes your scalp. Gojo nods, taking his cock and gently tapping it against your bottom lip. Plap-plap-plap. âYeah, mamas, youâre so good already. Itâs just that mouth of yours is drivinâ me crazyâŚâÂ
You feel like the sexiest bitch alive with the way they stare at you, desperate and lustful. âB-But what if someone comes down here?â you whisper, fear still nibbling at your arousal.Â
But Gojo just laughs, completely aloof to your paranoia. âEren will handle that. This motherfucker is scary as hell when he wants to be.â Oh, you know. The first time Gojo introduced you to him trying to get you weed to âease your nervesâ before exam week, you were terrified of Eren. Of his gages, tattoos, and resting bitch face as he met you at the door completely shirtless and looking irritated that he was interrupted.Â
But after some time of getting to know him, your crush for him bloomed the same way it did for Gojo. And now here you are, staring at his throbbing, pierced dick and then into his teal eyes, so deep and serene like an ocean, when he requests it. âEyes up here, mama,â he murmurs. âI dare you to suck my cock.â His dirty request sends a delicious shiver through your spine.Â
âYours?â Gojo scoffs. But your mouth is already wrapping around Erenâs dick, the eager, needy girl in you finally released. âWhoops,â he breathlessly chuckles. âGuess theâoh, shitâdick piercinâ did it for her. Fuck, thatâs itâŚ.âÂ
You clamp your lips around him, causing a long sigh to leave his lips and his head to roll back, exposing his neck that you ache to kiss and lick on. You continue to bob your head along his long dick, soon becoming used to his girth. Eren groans, his face screwed in ecstasy, his hand gripping your hair a little tight now. âThatâs a good girl,â he moans, his fingers tangled in your hair. âTake me a lilâ deeper now. Just likeâŚoh, fuck, like that!â
His moans are loud and brazen as his cock slides deeper down your throat, filling it up. The sounds that leave your throat are sloppy and lewd, making your pussy throb and cream in your panties. After throating him a bit, you slide your mouth off of Eren for a chance to breathe. Your hot, wet tongue swirls along the head, lapping up the pre-cum that dribbles out for you, even playing with his dick piercing with the tip of your tongue.Â
Gojo stares down at you as you blow his friend, his blue eyes dark and face flushed with pleasure. âFuck,â he whimpers, his cock nearly exploding in your hand, filled with unshed spunk. âCan you suck me off like that too, pretty?âÂ
Eren glares at him, cheeks flushed and eyes slits. âUh-uh. You didnât dare her.â The white-haired frat rolls his eyes, fed up with this game. âThen I dare her to suck me off,â he growls. âCâmere, gorgeous. Bring that mouth over here.â He crooks a finger at you and you are helpless to resist.Â
Gojo grabs his dick and holds it in front of you, his eyes dark with lust and need. "Stick your tongue out,â he breathlessly orders. You do so and he begins to tap his head against your tongue before sliding himself in your mouth. Your mouth and jaw stretch to accommodate his size, but heâs so damn BIG. You wonder briefly how heâll even fit inside of you.Â
Perhaps heâll make himself fit the way he does your throat as he slides deeper and deeper, each inch opening up your throat more. âDeeper, mama,â he grunts. âTake me deeper!" He gives you no choice but to do so, even though your nostrils burn from inhaling and exhaling too hard to avoid choking on his dick. You canât help but gag on it as he begins to fuck your throat, using it to stroke himself.Â
He isnât a quiet guy eitherâhe whimpers and moans at how you feel, his bottom lip trembling and blue eyes turning into hooded slits as he watches your mouth stretch around him. Soon, he lets you breathe and you begin to lick him up like a lollipop, his own slutty moans like a drug. âSâgood, Toru?â you slur, drunk off of his taste. His scent. His sounds.Â
You stare up at him through your glasses, albeit through foggy lens. âGod, yes!â he groans. âYouâre so good for me, baby! You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth!â He pauses, wrapping a big hand around his dick and pumping it in your face. âStick your tongue out fâme, babe.âÂ
You do it, letting him slap his big cock on your wet tongue. Plap-plap-plap. âThat feel good?â he asks, a teasing smile on his face. Your close your eyes, nodding, enjoying being used in such a way.
âIâm standinâ here too,â Eren says, his voice buttery smooth and thick with lust. âYou can take us both, canât you, mama?â His cock pulses in your hand, desperate to be back in your mouth. Gojo chuckles sexily, the sound traveling straight to your cunt. âIâm sure she can. A girl this smart can figure it out.âÂ
And you do. You find a rhythm between them; a pattern. After ten seconds of gagging, slobbering, and sucking on one dick, you switch to the other, doing the same. You eagerly blow both of the college frats, spit dripping down their shafts and over their balls, relishing their taste and moans drifting through the thick, sex-and-marijuana scented air.Â
Then you feel Gojoâs long digits caressing you through your panties under your skirt, your thighs split open to invite him in. âYou like that?â Gojo teases, noticing how your thighs clamp around his hand to keep him there. âDare me to go underneath?â His eyes shine with mirth, toying with you. Eren manages to spare your mouth long enough from fucking it to let you speak.Â
âS-Sure,â you softly stammer. âYou can go underâŚif you want to.âÂ
Really, you want to scream at him to pretty please touch your pussy. But thatâs too forward, you think. âWe both want to, baby,â he purrs. âBut I was here first. You just worry âbout suckinâ off our friend while I take care of you hereâŚâÂ
They coax you into all fours so Gojo can get behind you, his fingers stroking your pussy and clit. The little pulses and semi-circles have you seeing stars and your eyes flutter closed to see more.
âShit, youâre wet!â Gojo gasps, ogling at the way your pussy glistens. You whimper aroundÂ
Erenâs dick in your mouth, sucking as Gojo strokes you under your skin, your panties abandoned.Â
âGoddamn,â Eren hisses, staring at Gojoâs fingers shining with your wetness. âThat ainât take long.â He says it so teasingly that you flush with embarrassment. âSâembarrassing,â you croak through a mouthful of spit and dick. Eren shushes you, stroking your scalp. âDonât be embarrassed. That shit is so fuckinâ hot. We love needy girls.âÂ
He then proceeds to fuck your mouth while Gojo continues to stroke your pussy, pausing to lick his forefinger and slide it up inside of you. âAh!â you gasp, pleasure exploding through your body. Gojo grins, jerking his cock while he slowly fingers you. âFeels good?â he asks. Good isnât even a word youâd use to describe how it feels to be finger-fucked by him. âY-Yeah!â you gasp out. âT-Toru, your fingersâŚoh, fuck yes!âÂ
âSheâs even cuter when she cusses,â Eren growls, pumping his cock at the sight of you. You find yourself latching your mouth onto him again, taking him in your mouth. You drool and slobber all over him, turning into nothing more than a cockslut as you gag on him. âS-Shit, mama!â he groans, tilting his head back. âThis is your first time, right? How are you this fuckinâ good, hm?âÂ
Gojo grins from behind you, cocky fucker he is. âGuess she just needed a little persuasion.â He peers down at you and your perfect, supple ass peeking out of your skirt as his finger plunges in and out of your soft, velvety, puffy pussy. âAinât that right, beauty?âÂ
SPANK!Â
His hand comes down hard on your asscheek, making it deliciously sting. âOh!â you gasp around Erenâs cock. Gojo cackles, enjoying that recoil and your cute little reaction. âYou want another?â he teases. âSay it to me. Tell me what you want.â When he tosses in the finger fuck plus clit rubbing combo, how can you say no? âPlease, Toru,â you whimper. âSpank me again.â
SPANK!
Gojo sends another harsh smack against your asscheeks, alternating between each one. âGod, this fuckinâ ass!â he groans, pausing to jiggle and fondle one of your asscheeks to his heartâs content. âBeen wantinâ to get my hands back on it for months, but you keep playinâ with me.âÂ
SPANK!
âYou ainât hittinâ hard enough,â Eren mutters. âLemme show you how you do it.â Though you are whimpering and trembling at the intense stinging, Eren doesnât think itâs enough and brings his hand up with every intention of smacking that ass till there is a handprint. "Brace yourself, mama.âÂ
SPANK!
This one hurts a lot more, making you yelp in pain. âAh!â you gasp, tears springing into your eyes. Though it hurts, Gojo knows it also turns you on, making your pussy tighter and wetter. âOooh, she liked that,â he chuckles. âThat pussy just gushed all over my fingers!â He begins to toy with your soddened pussy lips, fat and glistening, gently stroking each one.Â
Eren grows tired of your mouth all of the sudden and leaves his post to get next to his friend perched behind your ass. âPut your mouth on her then, and scoot over. I wanna taste her too.âÂ
Your heart pounds at the mention of getting your pussy eaten by your crushes, but Gojo doesnât make a move at first. Instead, he pauses, thoughtfully stroking your ass. âCan we taste your pussy, baby?â he asks in his hushed, seductive voice. âDare us to do that?âÂ
Youâve never wanted anything more (other than them). So you turn to look at them with those needy, sexy puppy dog eyes behind your spectacles. âYes,â you whimper. âTaste me. Please.âÂ
Unbeknownst to you, youâre making the two frat boys fall deeper for you.
Soon, you have two tongues caressing your pussy at the same time, your thighs spread wide on the couch. You moan, whimper, and whine on the couch as the two share your pussy, the cool metal of their tongue piercings sliding across your molten, wet cunt and clit, their moans hot and breathy.Â
Gojoâs tongue sliding inside of your pussy nearly makes you cum right there as he begins to work your little, wet hole. âF-Fuck!â you whine, only growing louder as Eren licks and kisses your ass, nibbling on it a bit.Â
He pulls away a bit to speak, his lips glistening from your wetness. âYouâre so tight, yâknow. All weâre doinâ is just tonguefuckinâ you and youâre clenchinâ around us. Wonder howâd you feel with my dick in you.â You wonder it too, your stomach flipping at the prospect of finding out.
âI bet youâve been feeninâ for this, havenât you?â Gojo chuckles deviously into your pussy. âI bet the thought of havinâ the both of us has made you wet, right?â You practically scream as Gojo begins to fuck you with his finger while Eren sucks on your clit, slowly but effectively bringing you closer to the brink of madness as he strokes your G-spot. Eren is a certified munch, sloppily sucking on your clit as he strokes your ass, his fingers dangerously close to your asshole.Â
SWAT!
âAh, fuck!â you gasp, jumping when you feel a sharp palm on your pussy. âEren, donât!â The black-haired frat smirks against your ass, his mouth being replaced by Gojoâs eager mouth. âDonât what? Spank that pussy? You gettinâ close?âÂ
SWAT!
He does it again, the sharp smack sending you into a frenzy. Your eyes roll back and your body shakes, your arch nearly failing you. âY-Yeah!â you stammer. âI-Iâm so close! Wait, I m-might squirt!â You can feel it building up inside of you, threatening to pop like a soda can.Â
âThen do it, da fuck?â Eren growls, aggressive yet eager, pausing to frantically rub at your clit with his thumb. Gojo is a lot more needy, begging you to cum for him as his finger strokes you from the inside. âSquirt for the both of us, baby,â he pleads. âPlease. Get it all in my mouth!â Â
You have no choice but to do so, moaning out loud as you spray all in Gojo and Erenâs mouths. The two young men moan in satisfaction as they taste you, moaning at your sweet cum tantalizing their tastebuds like itâs sugar. Your body bucks and writhes, hips grinding and winding in the air until youâre all drained out from the source.Â
Eren sits back with a sigh, palming your ass. âWhat a little closet perv. Loves gettinâ spanked and suckinâ dick.â You donât even have the energy to shy away from his lustful stare or his degrading words. You are a little closet perv. A cum slut. A needy girl who wants to be fucked and used by her crushes.Â
âI wanna see these so bad,â Gojo groans, reaching underneath you to toy with your drooping tits out of your top. âYouâve seen our cocks, babe. You wanna see the rest of us?â You nod, unable to speak while he is busy pinching your nipples. âThen dare us,â he orders, his tone dripping with lust.Â
Slowly, you sit back on your knees and face the two big-dicked college studs, feening like an addict for more. Your shyness is gone, replaced with nothing but a bold, sexy confidence. âI dare you to take off your clothes,â you hear yourself exhale. The two smirk at you, on the same time of time you are. âSure thing, cutie,â Gojo chortles.Â
Then youâre staring at the both of them in all their glory. All big muscles and tan skin adorned in tattoos; big pectorals; washboard abs; biceps and thighs that could break necks and crush watermelons. Your eyes roam over each vein trailing up their calves and arms, catching the glint of Gojoâs nipple piercings and Erenâs lipstick tattoo inked on the narrow line of his left hipbone. âOh, my God,â you whisper.Â
Gojo chuckles, even flexing for you, making his biceps bulge even more. âThanks, baby. Right back atchaâŚbut I think youâd look better without clothes.â He tugs your top down more, letting the straps hang off of your shoulders. âGet naked,â Eren bluntly demands. âI need that shit offa you now.âÂ
His tone is assertive and rough, making your pussy gush; you have to clench your thighs together to avoid staining the couch. âSo bossy, ainât he?â Gojo cackles as Eren reaches for you.Â
Your tiny top comes off, tossed away on the floor, and then your skirt comes next as Eren yanks it down your soft, coconut-scented legs. They leave your kitten heels on, especially since Gojo likes the way they look with your painted, bubblegum-pink toenails. âGoddamn,â Eren hisses while Gojo whistles at the sight of your naked body. Both reactions make you flush, a newfound confidence flowing through your core.Â
Gojo sits down next to you and takes your hand, sliding it down his chest like heâs working for a tip at the strip club. âCâmon, gorgeous, touch me,â he beckons. âPut those pretty fuckinâ hands on me. I know ya want to~â
You canât help itâyou are attracted to their bodies like a moth to two burning hot flames. You stroke their bodies, indulging in all they have to offer. Their laughter is teasing and sultry as they watch you squeeze their arms and glide your fingertips over their abs, even kissing their muscles for them. âSomeoneâs eager,â Gojo teasingly whispers, softly groaning as you kiss his neck while your fingers drag over his abs and happy trail.Â
âI canât help it,â you softly whine. âYou two are so fuckinâ hot.â You feel yourself growing wetter than a puddle from just their big, muscular bodies aloneâŚbut also because Eren has decided to rub your pussy while you indulge in your muscle fantasy.Â
Gojo coos, eyes rolling back at how fucking cute you are. âSo polite. So fuckinâ sweet. She needs a reward, doesnât she, Ren?â The long-haired frat nods from behind you, sharing in Erenâs smirk. âMmm-hmm,â he agrees.Â
Gojo then turns those ocean blue eyes on you, his hands gliding over your chest to squeeze and fondle your tits. âSo what do you dare us to do next, baby? You can pick either me or him.â
You know what that meansâŚor youâre hoping that it means what you think it does. You are trembling with need, hot with arousal. You canât leave her until youâre fucked out of your mind by these two! And you donât care how theyâll make themselves fit. You believe youâre wet enough to take either one of them on this couch, the party and guests be damned.Â
So you stare up into Gojoâs alluring eyes through your lashes, slutty as can be. âToru?â you softly coo. He smiles at you, his hand cupping your cheek. âYes, baby?â he replies as his thumb runs over your bottom lip. You pause, kissing it, fire exploding in your belly. âI dare you to fuck me,â you utter.Â
Gojo doesnât need any more confirmation, already reaching for a condom in the drawer next to him. âYou ever do this before?â Eren curiously asks. âFuck somebody?â You turn to him, flushing hot. âYeah, b-butâŚyou both are my biggest ones.âÂ
The two struggle not to grin at your admission as Gojo coaxes you to get in doggy. His favorite position. Gently, he strokes your back and kisses your neck, although you can feel his dick pulsing and throbbing with need against your entrance. Plap-plap-plap goes his wet cock as he slaps it lightly against your clit, making you moan. âIâll do it real slow, okay, baby?â he whispers. You nod, biting your lip as you feel his head press in while Eren kneels in front of you, needing your mouth again.
You feel Gojo slide himself inside just as Eren begins to kiss you, sucking on your tongue as he does so. His teal eyes glimmer down at you as he strokes his cock in your face. âOpen wide, mama,â he coos, and you do so, looking up at him as you obediently widen your jaw to accommodate his size.Â
Speaking of accommodating size, your pussy is busy doing the same thing to Gojoâs cock that has just begun to slide the rest of his inches inside of you, slow and careful. You tense slightly as his thick, long cock stretches out your pussy. You canât remember when you had a dick this well-endowed. Gojoâs hands stroke your sides, easing your nerves. âOh!â you gasp, your glasses foggy from the sex thick air. âToru, y-youâre soâŚyouâre stretching me!âÂ
Gojo shushes you, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back against him. âSâokay, baby. Youâre doinâ so well for me.â He continues to slowly pump himself in and out of you, groaning at the way his cock looks sinking between your fat, dripping wet pussy lips. Soon, he bottoms out and as soon as he does, youâre both moaning at the feeling of his cock stroking your insides. âJust as I thought,â he grunts. âYou feel like fuckinâ heaven.â
He can no longer do the slow and gentle shit, so he grabs your hips and proceeds to pound into you, giving you the big cock you crave. You canât even describe how he feels. His dick stretches out your cunt and strokes every single pleasurable part of your insides that have your legs shaking and body trembling. The more he thrusts, the more he rubs up against your G-spot, almost painfully so. Itâs just too much! âThatâs a good girl,â Gojo moans. âSo f-fuckinâ good, fuck me!âÂ
But Gojo holds you firmly by your hips, completely bottomed out inside of you and rearranging your guts with every single thrust. He yanks you flush against him, giving your ass a smack. âUh-uh, baby; donât run for me. You begged me for this shit and now youâre gonna take it.â He chuckles at your whines of protest and trembling body, making you feel even more like a pathetic slut.Â
You can only moan and whimper as you drool around Erenâs big dick down your throat sobbing with your spit and his pre-cum. He relishes the way you swallow him whole, no doubt your tight throat matching the tight pussy that Gojo is groaning and whining about as he fucks it. âSuch a good little slut for us,â Eren mutters. âTakinâ all that big dick so well.âÂ
Gojo decides to challenge that, his thrusts growing sharper and more rhythmic, causing a clap-clap-clap sound of skin against skin to fill the air, mingling with your joined moans and the throbbing bass of the music upstairs. You want to escape from the constant stimulation, but the way he continues to beat your pussy into submission and drag you closer to your second orgasm are too delicious.Â
And heâs so, so deep! The more he thrusts, the deeper he gets until he is very nearly kissing your cervix. You can feel all of him; heâs damn near in your stomach. Eren slips his cock out of your mouth to hear your pretty voice aloud, furiously fisting his cock as you moan, whine, and sob in pleasure from Gojoâs heavy balls slapping rhythmically against your clit.
âO-Oh, f-fu-u-uck!â you moan aloud as your friend pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. âYes, Toru, yes!â you slur. âSâsooo good! Your dick f-feels soâŚoh, shit, right there!âÂ
âRight here?â Gojo grunts, sweat dripping down his handsome, flushed face. He puts his foot up on the couch and angles his hips juuuust right to nail your G-spot dead on, making your eyes roll back and your glasses fall down your nose, crooked. âRight there, slutty girl? Is that good for my baby?âÂ
You canât give him a verbal answer. All you can do is moan, sob, cry, and whimper on his dick as he uses it to stretch, massage, and pound your wet pussy into the couch while Eren slowly pumps his dick in your face. You stare up at him, drool dribbling from your plump bottom lip.
âWhat, mama?â he coos. âYa want this?â He taps his dick head against your bottom lip, coating it in your spit.
âRen,â you whimper. âPlease lemmeâŚâ You trail off as you wrap your mouth around his dick with no hands, swallowing him whole.Â
Gojo begins to piston his hips inside of you at the same time as Eren. They each match the same pace and pattern, rutting in and out of your holes until your eyes are wet with tears and your body is aching for release. They fill you to the brim with their cocks, using your body for their own pleasure while also giving you yours. âOoooh, shit, sheâs suckinâ harder!â Eren groans, his teal eyes lust blown. âJesus, Gojo, what are you doinâ back there?âÂ
âItâs these arms,â Gojo cackles, using nothing but his hips to fuck you as he lifts his arms to flex for his friend. âShe loves beinâ wrapped up in âemâŚbet sheâll like this too!âÂ
And suddenly, you feel his arm lock around your neck and squeeze your head slightly, putting you in a light headlock as he continues to fuck you in doggy style. Your mouth falls open on slutty moans as you bounce back onto his cock, your ass and tits bouncing in time with his rough pounding. âIs that good, baby?â he loudly moans. âHuh? Ya like gettinâ fucked in a headlock, donât you? You love beinâ my fuckinâ party slut!âÂ
You do. You love it so much. You love Gojo fucking your pussy in a headlock. You love Eren using your throat to fuck himself like a fleshlight. You love it all. And soon, you canât take much more anymore. âI-Iâm gonna cum!â you slur around Erenâs cock, spit bubbles forming at the corners of your mouth as you speak.Â
âDo it, baby,â Gojo groans, panting and whimpering in your ear as your pussy squeezes him tighter. âF-F-Fuck, Iâmma cum too! Youâre gonna make me explode, baby, fuck yes!âÂ
He goes harder, faster, drilling your shit like itâs his. âSo you dare me to cum, mama?â he grunts, one hand replacing his arm to squeeze your throat. âIs that it? You want your favorite frat boy to spray all over this perfect ass and make that pussy cum for him?âÂ
âY-e-e-es!â you hiccup between thrusts, falling deeper and deeper into euphoria as your pussy quivers with need. âPlease, Toru, I need toâŚIâm gonnaâŚIâm cumming!â Your body shakes and quakes as you cream all around Gojoâs fat dick, coating in your juices. Gojo chases his nut inside of you, gripping you tight and pounding your cut with abandon, his moans growing louder and porn-ier.Â
Finally, he pulls out and begins fucking his fist, panting at the sight of your pussy wet from your cum and looking so open from his dick fucking it.Then you feel warm droplets of his spunk fly onto your ass, coating your cheeks in them. Gojo whines out your name as he cums, spraying you in his spunk, making you smell like him as soon as the creamy, white substance hits your skin.Â
But even during your ârecovery sessionâ where you pant and sweat, trying to catch your breath, Eren doesnât allow it. âNot just yet, mama,â he chuckles. âYou got me to deal with too.âÂ
Your eyes widen, your fucked-out mind almost forgetting about the second big dick you need to take tonight. He lays you back and forces your legs straight up in the air. âDonât need these no more!â Gojo laughs, taking your glasses and placing them aside. âCanât let âem break.â
He then tosses Eren a condom and you watch the teal-eyed plug tear it open with his teeth before rolling it down his hard length. He gives you a wicked smirk before rubbing his dick over your sensitive pussy and sliding in slow, your legs wrapped in his tatted arms. âShit!â you moan at the same time as Eren who wordlessly sighs as he sinks into your pussy.
Your body bounces from the force of Erenâs thrusts, your tits jiggling and ass slapping against his thighs in time with his thrusts. He is just as good of a fuck as Gojo is, his stroke game making your eyes roll back and your entire body tremble. âS-Shit, Ren,â you keen. âYouâre so good!âÂ
âYeah?â Eren teases, black strands of his hair hanging in your face as he fucks you stupid. âJust what you needed, right?â He begins to press kisses to your ankle and toes, even sucking on the painted digits as he fills you up with his big dick over and over again, making you dizzy and delirious from it.Â
You know that this kind of fucking wonât make you last long. Either of you. You can tell he is close to his orgasm with how forceful his thrusts becomeâEren grips your thighs with a possessive roughness that may cause bruises, his grunts growing louder and more intense the more his heavy dick fills you, his dick piercing kissing your G-spot.Â
Youâre not too far behindâyou can feel your own orgasm quickly rising to the surface, your core beginning to distractedly tighten. Gojo notices your shift in body chemistry and loops a hand between your thighs to rub your wet, aching clit as Eren continues to fuck your brain out of your skull. You scream as you clench around Erenâs cock, sobbing at the pleasure.Â
âYouâre close too, arenât you, mama?â Eren asks, his handsome features flushed and slick with sweat. âI can feel that body shaking. I should speed up, shouldnât I?â He does so, slamming his hips against you so hard that his balls begin to slap agains your ass, his cock hammering into you.Â
âCâmon now, baby,â Gojo coos, frantically rubbing your clit to take you to the end. âJust let go for us. Be our little slut tonight.âÂ
You are a greedy girl because that second orgasm begins to rise within you with every thrust of Erenâs cock and pulse of Gojoâs fingers against your clit. That chord begins to tighten again, threatening to snap very soon. âEren, please!â you whine into the air, your back damn near about to snap as it arches off of the couch. Your eyes screw tight and your brows knit together, no doubt giving a crazy look.Â
He dips down to press his lips to your ear, gripping your hair as he does. âYou wanna take this next load like a good lilâ cum slut? You wanna make us happy, right?â You whine desperately, wanting nothing more than to just cum and have him cum too.
âPlease,â you whimper. âPlease cum for me! Let me cum for you, Ren!â Your soft, sweet voice is all it takes for Eren to lose the last bit of his self restraint.Â
"So fuckin' cute," both he and Gojo groan before they both lean down and give you a three way kiss. Sloppy, hot, and possessive, their moans traveling into your mouth, their pierced tongues tickling yours.
After a few more rough thrusts that have your body shaking and your soul nearly being stripped from your body, your plug finally reaches his breaking point. Eren pulls out and rips off the condom before cumming all over your titties, so much that you can feel it dripping down your stomach. âTake it!â he demands in a dangerous growl that makes your stomach flip. âTake all of me, baby!âÂ
And you do. You donât have a choice. At the same time, with Gojoâs rubbing, your orgasm hits ripples through you and hits you like a truck, slamming into you with enough force to have you sobbing. You open-mouth moan, drool dripping from your sides of your mouth, but you donât care. Youâre far too deep to even be aware of whatâs going on besides pleasure.Â
âOh, my God!â you moan to the heavens, head tilted back and eyes squeezed tight as your orgasm washes over you. âIâm cumming!â you babble. âIâm cumming!âÂ
âYes, baby, we know,â Gojo chuckles, gently stroking your face. He then cackles at your expression. âLook at those pretty eyes rollinâ back. Such a slutty face youâve got there, babe.â He squeezes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together as your orgasm continues to rock you to your core.Â
Soon, you are exhausted and slump against the couch, panting, sweating, and sticky with cum. You feel Gojo and Erenâs loads dry to your skin, no doubt meaning that youâll have to take a hot shower laterâŚbut maybe you wonât. You find that you like the smell of them on you.Â
You practically rub yourself against them as both frat boys sit next to you on the couch, naked and spent, satisfied smiles on their sexy faces. âBet youâre glad that you played Truth Or Dare with us now, arenât ya?â Gojo jokes, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.Â
âMmm-hmm,â Eren hums as he continues to smoke the blunt sitting on the ashtray. He kisses you too, putting your glasses back on your hooded eyes and wrapping an arm around you. âI definitely am. Hit me up if you wanna do this again next time, mamaâŚmaybe without Gojo next time.âÂ
âSo hostile,â Gojo scoffs, rolling his crystal blue eyes at his friend. âWeâll let our cute little shy girl be the judge of that one.âÂ
Youâd say hell yes if exhaustion wasnât kicking your ass right now now, but judging from the way they snuggle you close, you suppose that they already know that youâre gone for them.
And when they both lean in to give you a sweeter, less sloppy three way kiss, how can you possibly refuse them?
â SHE JUST WENT TO HEAVEN AND BACK â â clark kent.
MINORS DNI 18+ áśť đ đ° .á
WARNINGS: fem reader ă established relationship ă sexual content: riding dick ă playing dumb for a boy ă some light humping ă reader has kinda long hair ă size difference.
youâre so desperate for clueless CLARK KENTâs attention that you play dumb and get him to mansplain his video game to you while you sit in his lap. heâs been busy lately and to get him to take the hint you wear one of your shortest skirts, invite yourself into the best seat in the house, and ask, âwhatâs this?â gesturing to his lit tv screen.
he explains it all, some boring lore heâs really into and the controls and the tricky part heâs stuck on right now.. and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. his pretty girl is sitting in his lap and heâs not even paying it any mind. but clark is paying it mind. heâs rambling bcos heâs nervous, and if youâd turn your head youâd see the pink dusting his cheeks. he can feel your bare thighs through his denim, and your floral shampoo fills his nose⌠he trails off mid sentence when he focuses too hard on the growing interest in his pants.
âi wanna play.â you say when youâve had enough of his aimless babble, and without thinking it through, clark places the controller snugly in your palms, while his larger hands overlay yours.
âalright, so this buttonâŚâ his thumb atop yours presses down in a click, and you see the avatar swipe air with his sword because of it. âis your attack move⌠and thisââ youâre not paying any attention to what heâs teaching you. instead, your brain conjures up evil memories of everything youâve been missing. your eyes wander to the corner of his bed heâs sitting on, and you wish heâd fold you over on it like before. wrestle you down and pin you so he could flip your little skirt up and get to work. youâre tuning out his words while heâs playing the game over your hands which dampen with sweat, suddenly hot and bothered at the thought of him fucking you in this position⌠if only he were brave enough to unbuckle his pants.
your lips press together, your heart rate quickens, and clarkâs ears perk up. thump thump⌠thump thump⌠thump thumpâŚ
he inhales sharply, right as the sting of what it feels like to be filled by him shoots up your core like lightning. you jump in place a little at the cruel trick your mind is playing on you, and the friction of your ass bumping against his halfie makes it twitch as it chubs up. the avatarâs HP lowers little by little as its enemies overwhelm it, but neither of you move.
âwhy didnât you say anything?â clarkâs breathless words come out husky and sultry as he chuffs them out of his teeth, lifting you up and down by your hips like youâre nothing more than a weight at the gym. your hands lay atop his, twisting your face as that cock buries itself right where you needed it, bullying that spongy spot in you sore from neglect. âiâve been thinking about you, tooâŚâ he fills the silence, paired with the wet sounds of an eager pussy swallowing him up. he yanks you back, and you land on his chest still clothed, your hair bunches up on his shoulder while his lips find your ear. your hips now married with his, he rolls yours, screwing his dick into you like heâs rediscovering all your nooks n crannies.
one arm rounds you to secure you against him in a warm embrace, seeking out your clit between your spread legs, toying with it like taffy and it makes you whine.
âyou didnât have to act like you cared about my game,â heâs taunting you, right in your ear, ending it with a gentle nip of his teeth to your shell. the point of his canine sends a shock through you, and your legs straighten involuntarily. he keeps you where he wants you with overpowering strength, you canât raise yourself when heâs got you in a vice. his thumb and index feel cruel against your bud, as if chastising you for trying to trick him.
âwell, it worked, didnât it?â you exhale, leisurely squirming against him desperate for some movement. thereâs pride in your voice.
âthis skirt worked.â he corrects. the skirt now bunched up around your waist about the same time heâd pushed his denim out of the way so he could free his cock and give you a new seat. âcould hear your heartbeat, you were so obvious⌠câmere.â he grants your wish for more, pushing you forward so he could gather your arms behind you. bent, your feet barely toe the ground while he uses your wrists to leverage you, tugging you back while he bounces you up with the force of his hips.
summary: when clark starts acting strange in class, he drags you somewhere secluded to help him feel better (red k!clark kent)
warnings: pure smut, pwp, fem!reader, dirty talk (like a lot), slight dubious consent, overstimulation, belly bulge, sex in a semi public place, pet names, cursing, bickering, bondage, red!clark kent (1.5k words)
a/n: this is literally pure smut. I saw my first red kryptonite clark kent episode, and now I'm freaked, so here we go.
You were going to kill Clark Kent. Well, not really â but it's the sentiment that counts, and as far as you were concerned, he was dead meat. This is the fourth time that he had knocked over the beaker, and you were reaching your limit. âKent, if you donât back away, then I will splash this sulfuric acid in your face.â you mutter, glaring over at him as he lies back in his chair, looking completely and utterly unbothered.Â
âCâmon,â he laughs, chewing gum between his perfect, pearly white teeth, âDonât tell me this is actually fun for you. Why donât we get out of here?â he smirks as he stands up and waltzes over to you, causing you to shield the beaker on instinct
You huff out an irritated laugh and glare up at him, âAre you out of your mind, Clark? Do you know how long weâve been working on this-â âHave you ever considered that maybe youâre too uptight?â he mocks, a small smirk making its way across his face as he gets closer.Â
You can feel your cheeks heat up as you place your hands againts his chest in an attempt to stop him from getting any closer, âClark there is something seriously wrong with you,â you mutter, looking up at him and his dazed expression curiously âare youâŚfeeling okay?â you ask, reaching up to feel at his forehead for some sort of fever, causing him bite back a laugh.
âYâknow maybe youâre right.â he hums, turning to look at your chemistry teacher, âMrs. Simmons, I really think I oughta go to the nurse â y'know, all the chemicals are making me kinda sick. Mind if my lab partner here takes me?â he asks in fake pain, clutching his head like itâs a lifeline.
You try your best to contain an eye roll as she gives you both permission to leave â that poor gullible old woman, bless her soul. The next thing you know, you feel Clark lead you out of the classroom, but not in the direction of the nurse's office.
Instead, he pushes you into an empty closet, knocking down an old broom in the process, causing you to yelp. âAw come on, donât tell me youâre scared of a little noiseâ he teases cockily, his head leaning down to allow his lips to brush against the top of your head, making you shiver. âClark, you really don't seem okay.â you mutter, backing up slowly before your back hits the cold concrete wall.
âWhat? Because Iâm not the same boring guy you think you know, you assume somethings wrong?â he mocks, looking you up and down, as his hands make their way across your waist, gripping your hips. âsweetheart, you have no idea what Iâm capable of.â he chuckles, shaking his head with feigned laughter.Â
âClark, I don't understand what weâre even doing in here-â you huff, but your words die in your throat as you feel Clark's hand fiddle with the strap of your tank top, pulling it down slowly to reveal your pink lacey bra strap, a smile breaking out across his face. âOh, I like this,â he grins, toying with it delicately as you feel your body tremble. âYou pick this out just for me?â he teases, voice low, and you can't deny how wet it makes you.
âBelieve it or not, I don't think of you when Iâm changing, Clarkâ you mutter, trying your hardest to stand your ground but failing miserably when his hand gravitates lower, his fingers rubbing at the top of the lacey cups of your bra â you can practically feel the wind get knocked out of you in response.Â
And like a sixth sense, a cocky smirk makes its way onto Clark's face like he can sense the lie youâre feeding him. His hand trails down until it reaches the waistband of your low-rise jeans, delicately rubbing where your skin meets the denim. âI know you take pride in being a real smart girl, but youâre a terrible liar,â he muses, eyes glued to your cleavage, which peeks out from your skewed tank top.Â
âClark, I don't know what game youâre playing-â you hiss, âbut this has to qualify as some sort of public indecencyâ you growl, and his eyes roll back in playful annoyance. âI was right, you are uptight.â he laughs, âI just wonder what else is tight,â he mutters, his head coming closer to yours as his lips brush by your ear, and as much as you don't want to, you can feel yourself melt into him.
what were you doing, Clark was your friend â and sure, maybe you had a small crush on him, but you were sure his heart only beat for Lana Lang. Unfortunately, youâve never considered your self-control to be your biggest strong suit, and you don't object when Clark's hand dips below your waistband.
âPretty pair of jeans,â he murmurs softly, âI think Iâd like 'em better off, though,â he adds, unzipping your jeans slowly and shoving them down your legs, his eyes focused on your pair of pink lace panties that now have a growing wet spot on them â a smirk snaking its way across his face.
âIf Iâd known this is how you felt, then I would've done this sooner, baby,â he chuckles, âall you had to do was say the word.â You feel his hands reach the waistband of your panties, snapping them against your waist playfully as his fingers inch further down, spreading the growing wetness across them, causing the fabric to turn nearly transparent.Â
You feel your knees begin to buckle and your eyes rolling back as his arm shoots out to grab your waist, single-handedly holding you up. He looks around for a brief second before his eyes zero in on an old desk in the corner, carrying you over to it without hesitation and setting you on it gently. He then grasps your left leg to spread it outwards, giving him the perfect view of your panty-clad pussy. He was going to enjoy this.
He fills in the empty space between your legs with his body, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his rock hard cock. giving it a few pumps, he pulls your panties to the side, spreading his tip across your clit, and making you mewl out loudy. âclark- clark, I-â you cry out, as he pushes his tip against it teasingly âshh, i know baby, i knowâ he murmurs with faux sympathy, his spare hand holding your face as he talks you down.
After a few more seconds, he decides to spare you the torment and pushes his full length into you, your forehead falling against his muscular chest in pure pleasure. He was huge. And when you look down, you can see where heâs splitting you open, a bulge in your lower abdomen prominent as he makes you cry out. Heâs drilling into you at an unreal pace when you try to shift away, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle.
When he notices, he grabs your wrists, binding them together in front of you. ânuh uh, baby, don't try to run from me nowâ he muses, keeping his pace consistent as your face contorts in pleasure.Â
âClark âs too much,â you whine, trying your hardest to shift away, but youâre no match for his strength â though he sure is having a great time watching you try. âBaby, donât be dramaticâ he mocks, looking down at you in feigned pity âI can feel you squeezing me. she just loves me, doesnât she, sweetheart?â he teases smugly, his hand coming down to press on your lower stomach, making you mewl out at the pressure.
Clark just croons in response, and he can tell you're close by the way you squeeze around him. âall it takes is a little bit of cock and you canât even put together a coherent sentence? What happened to the smart girl from chem class, huh?â he muses, and he can feel you clench around him at the nickname.
âOh you like that, dont you, baby?â he hums, his hand coming up to lift your chin, your dazed eyes meeting his, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. âNever thought youâd be the type to enjoy that kinda thing. Don't get me wrong, iâm glad you are. Youâre just full of surprises,â he laughs conceitedly, still pounding into you as you whine out incoherently.
It only takes a few more seconds before he feels you getting close, your body tensing up around him, making his eyes roll back at how hot and wet you feel. What really sends him over the edge is the look on your face when he presses all the way into you. He could get used to that.
Before you know it, you feel blinded by white hot pleasure and your body goes limp, the only thing holding it up being Clark's arm around you as you come down from your high. Youâre a mess of twitches and whines as he finishes, pressing his forehead against yours as he stays sheathed inside of you.
âYâknow, baby, this was better than the nurse,â he smirks cockily against your mouth, âbut then again I never doubted youâ he murmurs, leaving you blissed out and wondering what just happened, and why you wanted more.
Years of brutal training. Endless patrols. Rescue missions that left him carrying concrete slabs like they weighed nothing.
A body like his wasn't built overnight.
It was earned.
Still...
You weren't exactly thinking about any of that.
Not when your face was currently squished against one of them.
"...Comfortable?" his voice rumbled from somewhere above you.
You hummed, nuzzling deeper into the warm muscle.
"Mhm."
"...You're usin' my arm like a damn pillow."
"'Cause it is."
A scoff. "Brat"
You were also convinced half of Japan wanted these arms.
The skin-tight hero costume certainly didn't help.
Every interview. Every press conference. Every rescue caught on camera had people online collectively losing their minds whenever he crossed his arms or flexed without realizing it.
Sure you loved his arms but the rest of Japan loved those arms for entirely similar reasons.
The hero rankings practically exploded every time a new agency photo dropped.
Reporters somehow managed to ask the most ridiculous questions just to keep him standing in front of cameras a little longer.
You'd seen the edits.
The thirst compilations.
The embarrassingly dedicated fan accounts.
Sometimes you were pretty sure the cocky bastard made it worse on purpose.
Coming home straight from the agency after squeezing in one last workout.
Veins standing out beneath tanned skin.
Sleeves rolled up just a little tighter around his arms than usual, buttons looking one deep breath away from surrendering.
Just enough to watch your traitorous eyes linger a little too long, smirking like he already knew where the night was going.
But none of that compared to the mornings.
Those belonged entirely to you.
Just with Katsuki.
Soft around the edges in a way the rest of the world would never believe.
Sleep-mussed blond hair sticking up in every direction.
Grey sweatpants hanging low enough to make you question his intentions early morning.
You shuffled into the kitchen, still half asleep, and without a word your hand found its usual place, giving his ass a lazy squeeze.
"Morning, beautiful."
He barely reacted anymore, already used to it.
Just huffed out a quiet laugh beneath his breath, the sound rough with sleep as he continued flipping the breakfast pan.
"Mornin', pretty," he rasped.
Your smile widened.
Naturally, your next move was to latch onto his arm.
Both hands wrapped around his bicep as you shamelessly buried your face into it.
"Hungry," you mumbled giving a playful nibble to his arm.
"For breakfast?"
"...Eventually."
His brow lifted.
You were already staring again.
Your gaze wandered shamelessly over broad shoulders, across his chest, down the defined planes of his waist before settlingâonce againâon those stupidly huge biceps.
He caught you. Of course he did.
That infuriatingly handsome arrogant half-smirk tugged at his lips.
"...See somethin' you like?"
Before you could get another word in, he hooked an arm around your waist.
The world tipped.
One effortless lift-
And suddenly you were sitting on the kitchen counter.
Somehow, he still towered over you.
"...Tch."
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.
"Greedy little thing."
His hands settled against your hips as he stepped between your knees, amusement dancing in crimson eyes.
"just gonna keep starin'..."
He leaned in, big hands already parting your legs and trailing higher.
"...or you gon' work f'it baby?"
Prohero!Bakugo who had big biceps.
Strong enough to lift cars.
Strong enough to tear through concrete.
Strong enough to save lives.
The rest of Japan admired them because they made him a hero.
Hi darlin! Iâm a big fan of yours, Iâve recently read your entire account in four day span and Iâve been rereading and such. You have such a gift- your ability to portray the different characters with such distinct voices is incredible.
I was wondering if you could do EMT!marauders with a claustrophobic reader? Like maybe she gets a stuck in a car or an elevator and they help her and calm her down? If you feel inclined, an established relationship would be awesome, but if that doesnât work with you thatâs okay too!
Thank you for all the incredible writing you do for us! I hope you know how appreciated you are by the fandom.
Thank you angel! Love you <3
cw: claustrophobia
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If youâre new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.4k words
You're so caught up in escape you hardly register the ambulance arriving. The wail cuts off, and you're still tugging frantically at your seatbelt, trying to get it off of you. Sirius might say your name a few times before someone else calls, "Breaking glass," and your window shatters.
You turn to see a fireman sweeping glittering shards off the car door. Sirius is there as soon as he steps back, gloved hands firm on either side of your face.
"Don't move," he says. You can't make sense of him for a momentâit's strange to see Sirius in his uniform when he's not coming or going from home, and with his hair drawn back away from his face. "I'm just holding your head still so you don't hurt yourself, okay?"
"Okay," you reply tightly. "Hi."
Sirius grins. You can tell it's not wholly untroubled, but still seeing it loosens the knot in your chest slightly. "Hi, sweetness. Does anything hurt?"
"Not really." It might, you don't know. You can't think about that right now. "Can you help me get this off?"
Your boyfriend's gaze drops to where your hands are both clenched around your seatbelt. His lips press together briefly as he sees where the dashboard of your car has collapsed inward, trapping your legs.
"We will," he says. "Soon, okay? We have to make sure you're okay before we can move you."
The panic that had muffled at his arrival returns full force. You swallow a keen. "I justâcan't youâ"
"Hey." Sirius' finger rubs into your jaw to make up for cutting you off. "You're going to be fine. We're here. I'm passing you off to James now, stay still for us."
Your heart thuds against your ribcage as strong hands come from behind you to replace Sirius'.
"I've got c-spine," James confirms in a serious voice.
"James?"
"Good guess," he jokes. "Though I suppose you had fifty-fifty odds."
"Is Remus here too?"
"Yeah, just outside. Are you breathing okay?"
"How'd you get in here?"
"Most of the doors are jammed, but your trunk still opens. I crawled in. Hey, lovieâ"
"Can you get me out?" Desperation claws at your voice.
"âbreathe," James finishes. "Just breathe for a second."
You'd love to. It's not that it should be impossibleâthe window next to you is an open space now, after all, you have plenty of access to outside airâbut the space around you is so small it feels like there's no room for oxygen. You can't move. Your legs are caught in a metal trap, the front of your car pressing in on you in a way it isn't meant to, and now you're sharing the already tight space with two more bodies. Your head spins.
"I needâ" You choke on an unknown blockage. "I need to getâ"
"Listen to me," says Sirius, perhaps not for the first time. You blink, and he's looking you in your eyes intently. "Are you with me? The sooner we clear you, the sooner we can get you out of here."
Your eyes burn. "Okay."
Sirius exhales, softening. He pries your hands from the seatbelt. "Wiggle your fingers for me?" You do. "Good. Can you feel this?"
You answer all of his questions and do what he tells you to, even when Sirius has to worm his arm awkwardly under the contorted mess of your dashboard to check if you can move your feet. The inside of the car gets so hot you're sweating. It doesn't make sense, when the weather outside isn't oppressively warm, but you can't think that through, much less hear Sirius' instructions, over the rushing in your ears. James has to repeat things for you more than once.
When Sirius comes up from checking on your feet, his expression creases at whatever your face must look like.
"We're almost done," he promises you.
It sounds less like a reassurance than a sentence. Your throat tightens around a sob.
Sirius' brows hook. "I know, baby," he says, sounding genuinely sorry. "We'll get you out of here soon. I can get this seatbelt off now, though, would that help?"
You try to nod before realizing you can't, James' hold on your head tigthening preventatively. Your distress ratchets up at the restriction, but Sirius seems to cotton on to your agreement anyway.
"Okay, don't move." He takes your seatbelt in hand, ducking out of the window to speak to someone outsideâRemus, you realize. When Sirius returns, there's a box cutter in his other hand, and he wastes no time in getting you free.
It's like free falling and then catching onto a branch. Fear still squeezes tight in your chest, but you suck in a breath, tears blinking from both eyes.
"There you go," says James lightly. He sounds like he sighs, possibly nearly as relieved as you are. "That's better, yeah?"
Sirius pulls the collar of your shirt to the side, frowning at where the strap of the seatbeld left a red mark the disappears down your chest. "Yeah," he answers for you. "Okay, nearly done. Close your eyes for a moment."
You do. Sirius pinches your finger and asks you to tell him which one it was. When you wiggle your ring finger, he lets you open your eyes again.
James lets you go, kissing your head. "Good job. You're done, angel, let me just get the backboard and we'llâoh, you're ahead of me, are you?"
You're confused as to what he means for a moment, but James isn't talking to you. Sirius finds the lever to tilt your seat back, and when you look up to see Remus standing in the open back of your car with blue sky behind him, you begin to tremble.
Even once the focus is on freeing you, it takes longer than you can stand. James is all encouragement, and Sirius makes one jokeâ"You know, usually you rather like when my head is in your lap"âbefore getting that you're not up to it, but when Remus crawls in to help get the backboard underneath you, sparing a loving hold for your cheek, you rip at the seams.
"What did you do?" Sirius sounds half like he's ribbing and half genuinely upset, sitting up to see Remus where he's looking down at you in dismay. You can hardly breathe around sobs.
"Shh, you're alright," Remus tells you, his mouth bent with sympathy. "You're alright. It's only your legs that we're still working on, you're nearly out. This'll be done soon."
As he says it, Sirius manages to wriggle free the first of your legs. He bends it carefully at the knee, setting your socked foot up on the backboard with you and diving into the new space to begin working on the next.
"You got really lucky," says James, leaning over you in a way that can't be comfortable to feel about your leg and ankle. By this point, he's already moved your clothes all one way or another, checking over each part of you systematically. "You could have been hurt a lot worse."
"Fractured tibia and fibula," Sirius reports from below.
James winces. "Right. Well, still could have been worse."
Getting your second leg out of its confines proves a lot more painful than the first. Your just want it over quickly, though, so you screw your eyes shut and bite down on your bottom lip (at least, until Remus scolds you for it) and eventually James and Sirius manage to maneuver it out. They situate you properly on the backboard, James holding your injured leg steady. Then you're in open air.
It makes you cry harder, for some reason. You're breathing easier almost instantly. Your body shakes with tiny shivers.
"You're alright, we're here," Remus consoles you as they carry you over to a stretcher. The moment you're set down, he's bending over, his nose to your brow. "It's okay, sweetheart. Breathe."
"Are we going to be okay in the ambulance?" James looks between you and Remus, seeming unsure which of you he's asking.
Remus nods, straightening. "She'll be fine. Let's just take a minute before we go."
You nod, too, pleased with this plan.
Sirius chuckles. He leans down for a kiss while James goes to get some of their eqipment from the cab of the ambulance. "You did really well," he tells you. "Thanks for staying so calm for us, lovely. I know it was hard."
"Calm?" you choke out, appalled.
Remus snorts.
"Calm considering how badly you must have been freaking out," Sirius amends.
You swallow. "Yeah. Thanks."
When James comes back, he decides wants a turn with you, handing the eqipment off to Remus so he can wrap his arms around you carefully. This sort of tightness, you don't mind so much.
â¤ď¸ SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend katsuki gets hit by a quirk, and splits into two versions of himself. this bodes both beautifully and horribly for you.
â¤ď¸ CONTENT: boyfriend!katsuki, pro hero!katsuki, kat is actually lowk an asshole, light choking, making out, lots of petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), cunnilingus (ewâthat word), fingering, technical threesome, squirting ⌠18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
â¤ď¸ XOXO, PUMA: alternatively, y/n vs both of katsukiâs brain cells. also ty sm to @kamislop for beta reading !
⍠NOW PLAYING: what you want, angÊle ft justice
read on ao3 | 3.9k words | masterlist.
âBABY, âM HOME!â
âShut the fuck upâloud as shit, my God.â
ââŚWe have explosions for hands.â
âAnd I said what I fuckinâ said!â
You hear the familiar jingle of Katsukiâs boots at the front door. Except, thereâs double the sound there should beâlouder belt clanking, extra foot stompingâand, at first, you think heâs brought back a friend. Probably EijirĹ, maybe Izuku. But, as you leave the shared bedroom to the sound of the front door slamming shut, you remember the call you received from his redheaded bestie about an hour ago.
âOkay, Iâd like to preface this with everything is fine, Kat is safe and unharmedâwell. As unharmed as he can be, but, likeââ
âEijirĹ, youâre stressing me out.â
âSorryâsorry! I, uh, just wanted to give you a heads up that heâs coming home early. He got hit with a quirk, and likeâagain, heâs fine, and Recovery Girl said heâd just have to wait it out, but. Just a heads up.â
Yeah. Vague as hell, and now, you understand why.
Either youâre going insane, or your eye sight is deteriorating with a quickness, or bothâbecause once you reach the entrance to welcome your boyfriend home, youâre seeing double.
What. The fuck.
âOh thank fuckâcâmere, Baby.â
Katsukiâa Katsuki, you supposeâstarts moving independent of the other. He all but collapses into very confused arms, dropping his chin on your head and squeezing you tight. The other one glowers, messily shoving two pairs of boots under the bench with complete disregard for his strict organizational pattern.
âUmâŚâ
You blink at the Katsuki that cradles you. He gives a soft smile in return, one that usually requires blood, sweat, and tears to crack (even if it takes you a significant less amount of blood, sweat, and tears than the average humanâtheyâre blood, sweat, and tears nonetheless) and you donât know what to do with it. Where to put it.
âGot hit with a fuckerâs quirk,â the other Katsuki explains after giving up on making the boots fit. Typically, there arenât two pairs, but oneâand the shoe rack is feeling the added pressure.
âSoâŚitâs the quirk that split you in two,â you ask, even though you know. The answer is staring you right in the face, but, like. Just in case.
The Katsuki still holding onto you grunts in agreement, and you finally manage to peel away. He steps back as the other Katsuki steps forward, and you finally get a good look at how identical they are. Which, obviously, but itâs still slightly alarming, nonetheless. LikeâŚthe shining twins, if they were blond and angry. And covered in grime.
âHoly shitâŚâ your eyes dart between the two of them, trying to find discrepancies in anything other than mismatched dirt. You find none, save for the way they hold themselves. You need better namesâyou canât keep calling them Katsuki and other Katsuki.
âDoâŚyou know when itâs going to wear off?â
A self-indulgent question. Perhaps.
âFuckinââno.â Angry Katsuki digs a knuckle into his ear, and the other one yawns. âThey gotta track the fucker down, first. Apparently, I canât do my goddamn job like this.â
He gestures between the two of them, and you teeter your head in semi-agreement. The other Katsuki pipes up, and god, you need better names.
ââM not pissed about it, though,â He steps out of line to grab the hand limp by your side, kissing your knuckles with the lightest touch youâve ever felt. âMeans I get to see you.â
Oh?
âI am,â angry Katsuki growls, slapping his counterpartâs hand away from yours. âI should be out there, hunting that mitosis motherfucker.â
âIf you go out there, youâre killing him,â other Katsuki defends. Angry Katsuki rolls his eyes.
âFuckinâ exactly.â
Other Katsuki just sighs, turning back to you. Immediately his features soften along with his voice. âHowâve you been today, Baby? I left early.â
âUmâŚgood? This is justâŚâ you peer around Katsukiâs body to view the other one, who rolls his eyes again, almost completely ignoring your presence. That is, until:
âIma fuckinâ shower,â he grumbles, and walks down the hall.
âA lot?â Other Katsuki finishes for you, watching his parallel until he disappears into the bedroom, and you nod.
Something like that.
âOkay. Kat.â You point to Angry Katsuki, whoâs now glowering on the couch, much like he did at the front door, and much cleaner than before. Your finger shifts to Other Katsuki, until his head becomes a small point at the top of your fingernail. âSuki. That way, if I call, you both donât come running. Cool?â
While Suki nods his head with diligence, Kat finally smiles. Not the soft smile thatâs reserved for you, but the self-satisfied smile reserved for villains, the one that barely hides his hunger for blood.
âHear that, Nerd? Iâm Kat, not your bitch-ass.â
Suki blinks, relatively confused, and tips his head to the side. âWhy the fuck does that matter?â
ââCuz Iâm the original!â Kat says loud and proud, digging a thumb into his chest. âNot you.â
ââŚAgain, why the fuck does that matter,â Suki grumbles, less a question and more an observation. A statement. âWe got split in two. Weâre two halves of the same person, not a copy-paste.â
âI fuckinâ know that, shit stick.â Katâs hands crackle at the prospect of being challenged, and while Suki tries to hide the way he shrinks in on himself, you throw a spare pillow at Katâs head.
âOw, what the fuck!â
âNo explosions in the house!â
Kat grumbles, but his hands fizzle out. He shakes them out at his sides. ââM not doinâ this shitââm goinâ to bed.â
âAh-Ah! No,â you say, and Kat freezes like you grabbed him physically, like thereâs an invisible wall that separates the living room from the rest of the house. âYou said weâd watch that move tonight, remember?â
âWe said,â he amends, looking unimpressed before jerking his head to Suki. âMake him watch it.â
âNo! Itâs exactly like you saidâyou both promised. Technically,â you smile and look at Suki, who, honestly, looks like thereâs no other place heâd rather beâhe just watches you talk with his chin propped on a hand and love in his eyes. âSo. Weâre both watching it.â
âFuckinââfine,â Kat groans, loud and obnoxious, and to the ceiling. He sits back down with a huff. âBut I swear to God, if itâs some fuckinâ Twilight shit againââ
âItâs not.â You get up only to shove Kat over with a hip, quitting his manspreading, and make yourself enough room between them. He lets you. Suki wraps both arms around your middle, and cuddles you close and tight, like you might up and disappear tomorrow. âThat was one timeââ
âOne horrible time, when I was forced to watch five fuckinâ movies of absolute bullshitââ
âIt wasnât that fuckinâ bad,â Suki defends with a quiet grumble, and you want to scoop him up and run away with him. ââSâŚcampy.â
âThank you,â you nod, before redirecting your attention to Kat, patting him on the leg. âSee? Suki understands quality content when he sees it.â
âGet the fuck out my face.â
You donât put on Twilightâbut you do put on Argylle, and thatâs not much better.
âSo, youâre tellinâ me,â Kat trails off, and you watch the movie flicker in carmine eyes. âThat the whole damn time, this chick was writing a book that predicts the futureââ
âSpecifically a spy-future, yesââ
âAnd, thatâs whyâŚyâknow what? Fuck this shit, my head hurts.â
âYou have no sense of whimsy,â you sigh, unimpressed. Kat rolls his eyes.
âListen, Sweetheart,â He fills his voice with faux saccharine, artificial flavoring, and you scowl at the mockery. âI got a jobâa real serious job. Donât got fuckinâ time for âwhimsy.ââ
Kat hangs air quotes with a hand, and that just pushes your frown deeper.
âOh, and I donât?â you smile, but itâs just as artificial as his words. Kat glowers, and behind you, Suki goes:
âUh ohâŚâ
âSomethinâ like that.â
With a huff, you snatch him by blond spikesâand, if Kat is even a little tenderheaded as Katsuki isâŚ
You yank and pull upward, and Kat rises with your grip. Yep. âOw, what the fuck?! Ahâokay, fuck, Iâm sorryââ
He hisses, face twisting in agonyâand finally, you relent the torture. You let him go with a satisfied smile, and Kat snarls at you, rubbing the soft points of his head.
âWhat did we learn?â
Suki snickers under his breath. âFuckinâ nothing.â
Kat scrambles at that, getting to his feet in preparation to attack. Fear flashes across Sukiâs face, making you wonder if his statement was supposed to come out quieter, perhaps unheard. He scrambles over the arm of the couch, and you get thrown around in his rush.
âYouâre fuckinâ dead meat!â Kat hollers. Suki takes off in a mad dash.
It isnât before long that theyâre chasing each other in circles around the couch, like a pack of wild dogs, snarling and huffing and puffing. (With the occasional sparkâwhich youâre quick to put out.) You watch your movie, and occasionally, them, and eat the majority of the popcorn in the process.
Eventually, they collapse back onto the couch and into their respective sides, twin chests heaving and glistening in sweat until their breath makes the mile long trek to catch up.
âYou two done?â You ask, but never take your eyes off the screen. Itâs getting to the good part.
Suki nods. âYeah, sorry.â
âShut the fuck up,â Kat snaps, and you double check to make sure he isnât talking to you (because, if he isâyouâre locking him in the basement), but heâs still glaring at Suki like he murdered his family. âYou piss me the fuck off.â
âClearly,â Suki snorts, this time quiet enough for Kat to not hear. Still vaguely out of breath, he squeezes your thigh to get attention, and slings his other arm behind you. âI wanâa kiss. Can I get a kiss, Baby?â
You giggle, because as stated, soft Katsuki is a Katsuki youâre used to having to work for, and then some. His hand lifts to your chin as you say, âSure, Suki.â
And then, youâre getting snatched back by your pajama shirt, nearly choking in the process with an embarrassing and garbled noise.
âAbso-fuckin-lutely not,â Kat grunts, and you nearly fall backwards into his lap. âMy girlfriend.â
âYourââ Suki cuts himself off with a scoff, grabbing your hand and pulling you up againâup and away. âOne, weâre the same damn person, sheâs both our girlfriend. And two, I want my fuckinâ kiss.â
Back.
âWell, thatâs too damn bad,â Kat huffs, and youâre yanked again. This is starting to get dizzying. âI donâ want your bitch lips all over her.â
Forth.
âOkay,â Suki chuckles, and youâre tipped forward. Seriously? âAnd, I donât want your ugly ass mug anywhere near my girl, soââ
Back.
âOh, now itâs âyour girlââI thought weââ
Forth.
âYeah. My girl, âcuz you donâ even know how to treat her.â
BackâForth.
âYouâre loud, and rude, and angryââ
Back and Forth and Back and Forth.
âYâdonât appreciate shit that she does for us, and it fuckinâ showsââ
Back and Forth and Back and Forth. Back and Forth and Back.
âYeah, and she loves me for it anyway, Dipshitââ
Back and Forth and Back and Forth anâ
âCan you two quit it!â
When they still, you go tumbling forward and into Sukiâs lapâwhich, Kat doesnât like very much, and grumbles under his breath about it.
âSorry, Baby.â
âFuckinâ what.â
âYou guys realize I can kiss both of you, right?â Your words border on exasperated. Kat rolls his eyes.
âFineâI get first.â
âNo, I do!â
âI will blast you to goddamn smithereens.â
âFine! At least I get my fuckinâ kissââ
âOh my god,â you groan aloud, running hands over your face and sinking deeper into the couch. Itâs endless. âYâknow what? No. Stand up.â
You pat both of their backs to urge them upwards, and they follow. Standing side by side and watching youâand if you thought that one set of Katsukiâs eyes were intimidating enough, try two.
âOkay, Sukiâyou asked first, so you go first.â
Kat grumbles under his breath, something about âwell if I fuckinâ knew that, woulda asked ages ago,â but relents relatively quiet. Suki bends over with a smile, cradling the side of your face to lift it higher.
âThank you, Baby.â
Katsukiâs lips always feel warm, and Sukiâs are no differentâthey move slow and soft and patient, like he knows whatâs coming, when itâs coming, so might as well take his time until he can see the finish line. He inhales like he could breathe you in, and the hand cupping your face tightens with want and satisfaction.
When Suki pulls away, youâre both breathless, and he rests his forehead against yours. âMissed you.â
But, before you can respondâ
Suki is shoved out of the way, out of frame, and in comes Kat, who would be on fire if he could. âYâcall that a fuckinâ kiss? Watch and learn, Loser.â
Kat grabs you by the chin and kisses you with weight. He presses into you with his upper body, using a free hand to rest on the back of the couch, and placing a knee between your legs. Kat kisses you into the cushions and out of any breath you have left, leaving you scrambling for air.
âHow was that,â Kat asks once pulling away, dragging his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips. You swoon, before remembering that this Katsuki is downright evil.
âIt wasâŚumâŚâ you try to say fine, try to say okay, Iâve had better, but the weight of two intense stares fill your veins and cloud your judgement. And, just overall ability to speak as a whole.
âSee Dumbass, whatâd I say?â Kat hollers over his shoulder, standing up to glare at his doppelgänger. âKiss her right and she fuckinâ melts.â
Suki bristles at that, but doesnât bite back with words. Instead, he quietly assumes Katâs place with a hum, thumbing the highest point of your cheek as he looks down. He studies you.
âMmmâŚlooks pretty solid to me,â Suki mutters, tilting your head every which way, like heâs trying to find something thatâs not there. Kat yells from the back, âshitty ass joke!â âWhaâdâya think, Baby? Whoâs better?â
âUm,â you swallow, and try to stifle your inner goblin. âI donâtâŚI think Iâll need more than that toâŚyâknowâŚknow?â
And, yet. The goblin comes out, anyway. (At least sheâs respectful, this time.)
Suki teeters his head in consideration, and Kat snorts from behind him. âFuckinâ pervert.â
You gawk. Because, like, yes, but also, âhow am I supposed to know based off a three second kiss?â
âValid question.â
âListenâI donât know about Mr. Chastity over here, but mine was definitely longer than three seconds.â
Suki gives him a look over his shoulder, and though you canât see it, you can guess based off the way he goes, âSeriously?â
âI said what I said.â
You see the tail end of Suki rolling his eyes as he turns back to you, and the look of pure annoyance on his face shifts to one of affection. His thumb brushes your cheek again, as he leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath across your lips.
âWell, Baby? Should we prove that fucker wrong?â
But, youâre not paying attention to much else other than the way Sukiâs lips round and soften to form words that you barely hear. So, you just nod, let out a quiet âuh huh,â and let him close the distance.
Suki kisses you with more passion this time around, but less vigor and aggression than Kat. You feel comfortable and grounded, and gasp, hands finding the middle of his shirt as he tilts his head to the side. You donât get kissed stupid like you do with Katâlike the earth got flipped upside down and you just have to deal with itâbut held and loved, and thatâs stupefying enough.
Suki moans into your mouth, making your body run both hot and cold. It takes ages and alcohol to convince Katsuki to make a sound, to stop holding himself back, but this one might not. This one might not, and God, if that doesnât make your head spin.
A tongue licks the seam of your lips but never pushes further than that, just enough for you to be aware of the threat and the want, but never enough to give. You whine, pushing deeperâand Suki smiles against your lips like that was exactly what he wanted, before his hand encompasses the front of your neck to squeeze, restricting your airflow just enough.
When he pulls away, the hand around your neck slides to your collarbones, and your eyes flutter shut. It continues to snake lower, past the waistband of your sweats and even lower than that, until two fingers run along your folds. Theyâre gone as quick as they came, and Suki pulls them out to revealâ
âSee? Sheâs soaked.â
Kat growls, but before he can say anything, Suki tucks both fingers into his mouth and sucks. Itâs obscene, and you think you see his tongue poke through at some point.
But then, heâs getting shoved in the shoulder, falling into the couch and more importantly, away from you, as Kat takes his place between your legs. Before you have time to protest (whichâyou wonât, but you mightâve for a second, for like, posterity) Kat is shoving your sweats down to your ankles, clearly tired of playing fair.
âIâm sick of his shit,â he grumbles, shifting your hips forward until youâre nearly laying flat. âArenât you sick of his shit, Princess?â
You donât really know what to say to that. Luckily, youâre not given much time toâKat sticks his tongue out and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit, and dragging it back down.
âFuckinââtake your goddamn time,â Suki growls, and Kat just rolls his eyes and continues his ministrations. âI worked hard to get her that fuckinâ wet, yâknowââ
Kat only pulls his mouth away to give his double an incredulous look, pointing at your pussy like youâre not even there. âOh, you think you did this.â
âI know I did,â Suki snarls at the slight, and when Kat chuckles around your clit, it makes your thigh seize. âBut, fineâfuck her dry like an animal. See if I care when she comes runninâ to me âcuz yâdonât know what the fuck youâre doinâ.â
Kat doesnât grace his words with more words, just flips a middle finger in his direction before that hand finds your thigh. Only to spread your legs wider, broaden his plate, and you nearly keel over when he sucks too hard.
âHe beinâ too rough?â Suki coos, grabbing you by the jaw and running a thumb along itâs sharpest point. ââS okay if you canât cum, Babyâhe has absolutely no finesse.â
Suki rips Kat away from you by the hair, his lips flushed and glossed from you, and yanks him out of the way. Kat snarls and lets his palms pop, but one halfhearted glare from you, and they fizzle right out.
âHeâs being a dick!â Kat defends, gesturing at the perpetrator with open handsâsaid perpetrator simply settles between your legs, licking his lips. Kat is ignored.
Suki moves a lot slower than Kat doesâstill hot and heavy, but languid, like he knows youâre not going anywhere any time soon. He licks you up and down, avoiding places that would do anything more than simmer. But, even low heat will eventually come to a boil, and your breath hitches when a finger brushes your entrance.
Kat yawns. âIâm fuckinâ bored.â
Suki rolls his eyes and canât help but pull away, get another word inâbut his finger finally quits (some of) the teasing and plunges right in. You shiver, then melt. âWell, thatâs too damn bad.â
âYeah, it isâmake her scream or somethinâ before I fuckinâ fall asleep.â
âOh, please fall asleep,â Suki insists, but never takes his eyes away from youâyour pussyâas he berates his double, too fascinated by the way you squeeze and relax around him. âIâd love if you fell asleepâI could be both of us, and she wouldnât even notice.â
Kat barks out a laugh, loud and sarcastic. âYou get mad at me for beinâ rude, then you call her stupid? Some white knight.â
âNo,â Suki says, and adds another finger and curls them upwardâit makes your leg kick involuntarily, and it probably wouldâve done some damage if he didnât catch it in time. âIâm callinâ you basic. Bitch.â
âOh, you fuckinââ
âGuys! Please!â You scream at the ceiling. Youâre exhausted and annoyed, semi-horny and so far away from the finish line. âStop arguingâdo you want me to cum or not?âÂ
And, well. That shuts them up quicker than you expected.
âAbsolutely, Baby.â
âUghâfuckinâ whatever.â
Suki focuses on you, after that. Kat tries to distract him with playground insults, tugging at his hair like a childhood bully, but the most he gets in response is a middle finger. Suki hoists your thigh onto his shoulder, and, when you wiggle too much, uses a free hand to pin your waist in place.
Itâs an embarrassingly short amount of time until you feel the fire in your belly turn dangerous, like wind carrying bonfire embers into trees to ignite them. Itâs not your faultâthereâs two pair of eyes when there should be one, equally eager, equally fascinated. Kat catches your chin and pulls you in for a rough kiss, and Sukiâs eyes flutter when you squeeze around him, like heâs fingering himself and feeling every curve of his fingertips.
You squirm, understanding the specifics of the feeling that builds and hating them. âAh fuckâthink Iâm gonnaâŚ?â
âSquirt?â Suki finishes with a knowing smile, like thatâs what heâs been aiming for this whole time, and you bristle.
âFuck you,â you pant, but it get infinitely harder to argue as your vision starts to blur with your breathing. âYes, Asshole.â
âHot,â Kat nods in agreement, and if you had the wherewithal to, youâd chuck a pillow in his face. Again.
âYou know I hate this.â You give Suki an half-hearted glare, and he fights the smile growing on his face. âWhy do you do this to me.â
âBecause itâs hot,â Suki hums, and honestly, he deserves a pillow to the face as well. âCâmon, Babyârelax, let it happen.â
He starts stroking your thigh like thatâs going to help any. It doesnât, and the stick you use is no longer good enough to defend your impending orgasm, which is horrible, horrible news for the couch cushion. Youâll need to flip it over. Again.
(Soâmaybe you should just buy a new cushion, at this point. And avoid sitting in your usual spot on the couch.)
While the orgasm doesnât catch you by surprise, the strength of it does. Your thighs squeeze around Sukiâs head as much as theyâre ableâas much as he allowsâand a hand finds Katâs to hold on tight and squeeze. You feel Kat fall into your shoulder, or maybe you fall into his. Your body burns, buzzes, anything that starts with a b that sounds hot. Youâre hot. On fire, actually.
You donât open your eyes until the feeling subsidesâin time to watch Suki pull away, face soaked, and the couch cushion even more so. Kat takes two fingers and runs them along your folds, only to dip them into his mouth and hum with contentment.
âSweet, right?â
âFuck yeah.â
And you, feeling the wet cushion under your back, havenât decided whether youâre going to smother both (?) your boyfriends in their sleep.
(You make both of them sleep on the couch that nightâthe wet couch thatâs their fault. Kat doesnât get it, he didnât even do anything. Suki accepts his fate with a knowing grin.)
Š mamashima/pumaya. do not edit, translate or copy my work without my permission. do not use for ai. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.
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