∘₊✧ and if your roommates were nerdjo and nerdcho..? ✧₊∘
the series
at a glance, your roommates are sweet enough. satoru always does the dishes and he’s very diligent in helping you with your homework. choso’s quieter and keeps to himself, mostly, and he always speaks you in a soft voice and lets you wear his hoodies.
honestly. you couldn’t ask for a better pair of people to share the rent with.
it’s just…sometimes, things feel a little strange.
it’s not something you can name, exactly. just like earlier today, when you told them you were going out and wouldn’t be back until much later. you were dolled up, in a cute little dress and heels to match, and said in that sugary voice of yours that you were clubbing with your friends.
the second the door shut, choso and satoru stood in the living room awkwardly.
thick, awkward silence fills the space, and neither of them lookat each other.
“i have work,” choso says abruptly.
“yeah,” satoru replies just as quickly. “me too.”
they split in opposite directions like magnets repelling, footsteps just a little too fast to be casual.
doors click shut.
your words and you in that dress swirl through satoru’s mind the second he collapses onto his bed, hand already shoved down his pants, palming desperately at his boxers. he presses the heel of his other hand to his eyes, groaning under his breath, and spits into his palm, the wet schlick of his fist wrapped around his cock filling the room.
choso’s diving headfirst for his pillow, burying his hand in the case to pull out a pair of panties - your pair of panties - he’d stolen borrowed out of your laundry basket a few days ago. dark blue and lacy, and he pictured you wearing them under his favourite hoodie on you. the hoodie he had on, that still carried the faint scent of your perfume. he bit down on his hand and moaned as he brought the lace to his hard, leaking cock, the fabric rubbing against it in a way that made his toes curl.
satoru never lasted long when he jerked off thinking about you. choso was lucky to last two minutes with your panties in his mouth and on his cock.
and you, unsuspecting as ever, always come home with your heels dangling from your fingers, lazy smile etched on your face.
satoru and choso always make sure you drink water, make you eat before carefully wiping your makeup off and looking away, faces red, as you change into your pajamas.
the both of them guilt-trodden for their actions with your name spilling from their lips.
neither of them realize they’re losing their minds in exactly the same way.
"zuko!-mmf" zuko pulls you behind an alleyway while the gaang is busy looking for something to satiate their hunger in the bazaars of ba sing se. it seems that zuko is hungry for something else.
he has his right arm curled around you while his left hand is holding your face in place. his lips are sloppily moving over yours, grunting and letting out small whimpers. its been too long since he has had some alone time with you, his wife.
aang had requested his help in investigating a certain area in the earth kingdom. zuko thought it was only right for him to take some time off from his firelord duties and go on an adventure with his wife and friends. it had been too long since they had all traveled together. plus, it was almost like their unofficial honeymoon. unfortunately there wasn't much they could do with everyone hovering around them at all times.
"zuko, my love, they're going to-mm- be looking for us." you gasped out. zuko was relentless. tongue forcing its way into your mouth like he couldn't get enough of the taste of you.
he parts for a second, face less than an inch away from yours, "let them. i need you to myself." he closes the gap between you two once again and devours your mouth, sucking on your tongue like its his lifeline.
you sigh and give in. who are you to push away a hungry man. your fingers tangle into his long silky strands and pull him closer in, hooking one leg around his waist.
he whimpers as he is manuevered by his hair and pulls away from your lips, a stand of saliva shared between the two of you. he kisses your jawline, beneath your ear, and slowly moves down your neck, leaving wet kisses and small bites that will later turn into bruises.
"you just couldn't wait until night could you, my lord."
"i can never get enough of you, my lady." he pulls away and kisses your cheek and nuzzles into your neck, now shifting to hug you tightly to his broad chest.
"zuko? y/n? where are you two?" you both hear katara call out.
you both pull apart and look towards where katara's voice came from and look back at each other.
you sigh and look at zuko, flushed and with messy hair. his hair was pulled out of his clean bun and his collar was ruffled. " we can't go back out like this. they'll know."
"let them know. you're my wife, what's the problem?"
you roll your eyes. "you're so annoying you know that?"
zuko grins and grabs your hand, kissing your palm, "yeah but you love me."
he pulls you both out of the alley as you frantically try to fix your appearance.
"there you two are! oh. yeah okay you guys are weird. get a room." sokka shakes his head in mock disgust.
"really guys. in public?" aang says as he looks over at a slightly amused katara.
zuko's grip tightens on your hand and he looks over at you, expression like a happy puppy, "she looked irresistable"
you let out an exasperated laugh as everyone else groans in unison.
"yeah whatever let's get going before these two get arrested for public indecency." toph says as she leads the way to the next shop.
it had started innocently enough—or as innocent as anything ever was with him. one lazy sunday morning, when you were still half-asleep and riding him slow, he had grabbed his phone from the nightstand with that mischievous grin and whispered, “just one video, baby. for my eyes only. i wanna watch how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”
you had said yes.
now it had become a ritual.
every time he fucked you, the phone came out. sometimes he set it up on the tripod in the corner of the bedroom so it captured everything in a wide angle. sometimes he held it himself, filming close-ups of his thick cock stretching you open, the way your body moved with every thrust, the slick mess coating his shaft when he pulled out just to push back in deeper.
he loved the sounds most of all.
“listen to that,” he would groan, angling the camera down between your bodies so the microphone caught the wet, filthy squelch every time he bottomed out. “hear how sloppy your pussy gets for me? fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my balls.”
he always made sure to get your face too—the way your eyes rolled back, the way your mouth fell open when he hit that spot inside you, the broken moans and whimpers of his name that spilled out when you were close.
“say it louder,” he would demand, voice rough as he fucked you harder, his free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider for the camera. “tell the camera who’s making you feel this good. who owns this tight little cunt.”
you always gave in. “you do, satoru—fuck—only you—”
he saved every single video.
they were stored in a heavily encrypted folder on his phone titled “private collection ❤︎,” with a little heart emoji he thought was subtle. there were dozens now. some were short clips of you sucking him off in the back of the car after a mission. some were long, hour-long tapes where he edged you for ages before finally letting you come. there was even one from the time he fucked you against the floor-to-ceiling window in his penthouse while the city lights glittered behind you.
he watched them when you were away.
when you were on a solo mission, or visiting family, or just busy with work that kept you late, he would lock himself in his bedroom, pull up the folder, and pick one at random. sometimes it was the one where you were riding him reverse cowgirl, your body moving as you took every inch. sometimes it was the one where he had you folded in half, legs over his shoulders, pounding you so deep the camera caught the bulge in your lower belly.
he stroked himself slow at first, matching the rhythm on the screen, groaning your name under his breath. “fuck, look at you… taking me so well even when i’m not there.”
his hand sped up as the video got filthier. he loved the parts where you begged—when you were crying and whimpering “please, satoru, fill me up, i need your cum.” he always came hard to those, thick ropes spilling over his fist while he watched himself on the screen.
after he finished, he didn’t delete anything. he just wiped his hand off and sent you a quick text:
toru: miss you. watched our video from last thursday. you looked so pretty crying on my cock. can’t wait to make a new one when you get home.
you always replied with something flustered and needy, and he grinned like an idiot, already planning the next tape.
sometimes he got bold.
he would send you short clips while you were at work—a ten-second snippet of him thrusting into you from behind, his hand fisting your hair, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and clear. the message always came with the same caption:
toru: thinking about you. hurry home so we can film the sequel.
he never pressured you to let him post them or share them. those videos were strictly for him—his private collection, his dirty little secret. he watched them when he was stressed after a long day, when he was horny and you weren’t around, when he just wanted to relive how perfect you felt wrapped around him.
and every time he filmed a new one, he made sure to whisper against your lips right before he started recording:
“smile for the camera, baby. gonna watch this one later when i’m all alone and missing this tight pussy.”
then he fucked you like he was trying to make sure the next video was even better than the last.
because gojo satoru didn’t just love fucking you.
he loved keeping every single moment of it forever.
so he could watch you fall apart for him again and again.
you sat against the headboard on your nintendo, humming to the cheery background tune in the new tomodachi life demo. you were customizing you and your boyfriend into the game, so there choso lied on your chest, messing with one of the many scattered plushies on the bed and listening to your mindless commentary on the game.
“i completely forgot our heights sh– ohmigosh, i'm dancing. wait, stop, stop dancing. i can’t do the heights, tell her to stop what the hell.”
but choso wasn’t fully there. his bare chest was flushed against your waist, his cheek against your rising and falling chest, and your bare legs were entangled with his as if you were one. of course he was turned on right now. he couldn’t help it when he’s so close to you.
he wanted your hands in his hair, your gaze upon him, your attention solely his—safe to say he was needy. he was restless, taking staggering breaths as he tried to allow the feeling to pass. his efforts were obviously futile, as his cock was hard against the bed, throbbing at every shift. his hand left the plushie, grazing over your thigh, watching the goosebumps appear across your skin. he could hear your breath hitch, your finger twitching, but your eyes stayed glued to the game.
“baby,” he murmured softly, barely above a whisper. he rose, hovering over your body, his brows furrowed with pleading eyes. his hands trailed up your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours before slowly removing the nintendo from your hands.
his lips pecked your cheek, traveling to the corners of your lips, “can’t you put this down for a second?”
your protests were weak( if there was any tbh) , “cho, i was making you…”
“but i’m right here?”
“smartass, i mean-“
before you knew it, his lips greedily latched onto yours, pulling you into a deep and desperate kiss. his tongue immediately slid into your mouth, twirling around yours.
he lifted your leg, resting it on his hip and placing a knee between them. you could feel his erection pulsating against you, teasing the inner corners of your thighs. you ate up his eager whimpers as his hands trekked up your thighs, slipping under your shorts and gripping your ass, leaving the area aching and red. his other hand found its way under your shirt, groping your breasts, rolling your buds between his two fingers. you squirmed under his touch, hands clinging to and scratching his biceps as you moaned pathetically into his mouth.
he broke this kiss for barely a second before swooping back in, devouring you whole, completely drunk of your taste. his hands left your nipple, instead holding the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the kiss. slick built up in your panties, soaking through and leaving a wet patch. lewd, wet smacking sounds filled the room as salvia dripped down his chin.
you could feel yourself growing hotter at the moment, feeling sweat build up between you two. before you died of overheating, he broke the kiss. a sinful string of salvia between your tongues followed for a split second before detaching.
both of your pupils were blown out, heaving and panting like dogs in heat. your fingers grew weak against his arms. “mm...ok, i’ll put the game down.”
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ older bf!toji can’t wait to break in his virgin!gf, but for now, he'll settle for some dry hūmping :: cws. smut. pwp. legal age gap. corruptíon kink. size diff.
toji loves to tease you—you know that very well. he thrives off your reactions to his dirty words, the subtle yet naughty touches that he sneaks in during conversations, the seductive glint in his half lidded eyes whenever you’re around . . he knows what he’s doing.
even more so when you’re in his bed at night. you usually cuddle, sometimes make out and grind against each other, but nothing too lewd yet. toji doesn’t mind waiting to get a taste of you. he knows it will be worth the wait at the end.
but oh—is it difficult. so, so difficult. especially when you allow him access to more parts of your body.
“shit, princess,” he pants, hissing a bit when the mushroom tip of his cock bumps against your clothed clit, “y’re gettin’ so wet, huh? just by looking at my cock ‘n feeling it rub against your pussy.”
your cotton panties surely are damp with arousal; from both toji and you. his pre-cum mixes with your juices, ruining your favorite pair of panties. the wet spot forming near your slit only gets darker and darker the more you allow toji to rub his dick back and forth over your cunt.
“mngh—fuck. need you,” you whine, unable to fight the urge to buck your hips against his fat cock. your eyes dart up to your boyfriend to express your neediness, but he grabs your nape and guides your gaze back to his red tip pushing against your sloppy underwear.
toji lets out a dry chuckle. “i know y’ do. y’r pussy told me that long time ago,” he comments while he watches your adorable reactions to him pushing and pulling his cock from your clothed pussy. he’s only interested in you—the way your eyes glisten with tears and pleasure.
if it isn’t for his self control, he would have fucked you by now. but he’ll patiently wait until the perfect timing to push through that invisible wall, to pop your cherry while he looks you in the eyes, taking that innocence from you that he oh-so loves.
“want my cock, doll?” toji asks with a wicked grin. his large hands runs over your chest to your tummy. he guides his shaft over to your belly, measuring how much of your insides it would fill. “mm, yeah—would mess you up pretty bad,” he hums as the tip reaches your belly button. even further than that.
the thought excites the older man. to be your first, the first man who’ll mould your pussy to only fit his cock. no one else will have the honor of stripping you from your virginity.
“want it. want it all the way inside me,” you reply back, voice shaking with excitement. you’re going to cum soon from him simply grinding against your clothed cunt. your poor clit is continuously being circled and bumped against by his tip and it’s driving you crazy.
toji swallows thickly. “don’t ya tempt me like that,” he warns you in a dark tone. he runs a rough finger over your wet panties, keeping your legs spread wide with his knees. he easily finds your little hole as the cotton material sticks to your pussy, showing the outlines of your lips.
“might just push in here. .” toji murmurs as he positions the leaking head of his dick against your covered entrance, “. . and fill you up while hearing you scream my name. sounds good, ay?”
you gasp and feel your cunt clench around nothing. his hips move back and forth, shallow thrusts against the barrier that is your panties, mimicking the real thing. “y-yeah—oh, ‘m g’nna cum,” your heart rate picks up as your back arches off the mattress.
toji raises an eyebrow, secretly finding it endearing how that is the action that pushes you over the edge. you’re so adorable; simply thinking of him actually fucking you senseless and the feeling of his tip seeking your pussy is enough.
“aww, she’s gonna cum,” the dark-haired man snickers after mocking you. toji gauges your reactions and grins when he sees your head rolling back against the pillow.
“do y’ wanna cum together? we can,” he smirks as he leans down to intertwine your hands—playing the role of the gentle boyfriend who’s having sex with his girlfriend for the first time. he’s trying to give you the full experience while not actually giving it to you yet.
“y-yes, wanna cum together,” you nod mindlessly, your mouth feeling dry. you squeeze your eyes shut while also holding tightly onto toji’s hand. your pussy tightens up around air while your hips buck up to meet toji’s thrusts against your covered, wet hole.
“c-close—ngh, toji!” your eyes widen once his tip pressing snugly between your pussy lips. for a second it felt like his cock had successfully breached through your panties. that short-lived moment is enough to push you over the edge and cum on spot.
toji witnesses the bliss in your facial expression and he groans. “fuckkk—take it. g’nna cum all over ya princess,” he presses his hips firmly against yours, his full length resting right between your wet folds, ropes of cum spurting out of his aching tip.
you feel the sticky liquid stain your belly, running down to the waistband of your panties and even staining the front part. your choked up moans are music to your boyfriend’s ears while he calms down from his own orgasm.
his big biceps tremble as he holds himself up above you, grinning from ear to ear. “keheh, made a mess out of you,” toji’s voice is filled with pride. he lets you cling onto him for as long as you need to.
his eyes dart down to the sticky mess on your tummy and panties. the older man leans back on his knees to admire the view. he really couldn’t wait to actually slide inside of your tight cunt—but this will suffice for now. the sight of his cute girlfriend trembling and whimpering beneath him makes up for everything.
his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties. “can i look, doll?” toji asks in a gruff voice, desparate to see your glistening cunt. you weakly nod and he doesn’t waste any more time.
the sight greeting him when he pulls your underwear down is nearly enough to make him cum again. your juices are everywhere, multiple strings of wetness connecting your pussy to your panties. they snap one after the other as your panties are slowly removed.
“oh, y’re such a messy girl,” toji sighs, leaning down to kiss your tummy, licking up some of his own cum. you shiver and your hands dart out to hold onto his black hair. he chuckles at the gesture, humming in acknowledgement.
his eyes darken when he catches a glimpse of your sopping pussy again. he’s so close to it — so extremely close. his gaze darts over to a drop of his cum that threatens to slide down and over your clit. the heat and smell of your cunt is driving that man to the brink of insanity.
toji lolls his tongue out, eyes glistening with desire while he pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, big hands holding onto your hips. drool gathers in the corners of his mouth as his face hovers right between your legs;
“mind if i have a taste of you, princess? jus’ a quick one, i promise.”
𝒯oji fushiguro was a disgusting and vile human being, especially when it came to what turned him on. ꫂ᭪݁ foot play smut minors dni
when you first met him, you thought he was a normal guy who liked rough sex and blowjobs.
oh boy, were you wrong.
you weren’t expecting him to love sucking on your toes while he’s balls deep inside you, hips — slap, slap, slapping against yours with rough — mean strokes that left your mind hazy, eyes rolling back whilst he moaned around your toe like it was tastiest desert he’d ever tasted.
nor were you expecting him to beg you to step on his face, back flat against the bedroom floor as you sat perched on the bed, white toes pressing into the side of his face as he moaned like it was the best fuckin’ thing in the world.
I mean…could you blame him tho? his job was hard, carrying heavy stuff all day like the man he is. you helped him relax, it made him feel safe:(
you never would suspected that a man as big and fuckin’ burly as toji would want to be smothered by your feet after a hot pilates class but oddly enough you don’t mind it.
actually…you love it.
love when he’d stick his big nose between your thighs and sniff away at your pussy, tongue lulling out to lick a longggg filthy stripe between your puffy lips, gathering up all the sweaty slick before he’d gulp it down with a throaty groan.
love when you catch him with a pair of your dirty panties wrapped around his cock, his other hand holding his phone as he scrolls through your sex tapes.
love when he lets you spit in his mouth whilst you ride his thick cock like your life depends on it. love when he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up toward his neck so you could press down and give his throat that delicious pressure that he oh so loves.
and god, when he breeds your pretty cunt with his seed, stuffing it back into your pussy when it leaks out before shoving your panties back on before it fell out again.
he’d make you walk around like that, with his cum stuffed so deep in your cunt.
and obviously he’d eat it back out later.
he was your disgusting man and would always be<3
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