SURF THE HUB 𑣲 mult. jjk men
SUMMARY ʚɞ there’s no better way to get off than to do overused porn tropes
WARNINGS / TAGS 𝜗ৎ MDNI 18+ this fic includes pizza delivery boy! gojo, professor! toji requested by @penbly, and neighbor! nanami, f! recieving, choking, unprotected, hair pulling, overstim, slight age gap with toji, nanami is a pervert, semi public sex, degrading, tba..
a.n ⸝⸝ let's all have a freak off. there will be a pt. 2 ! art creds : @/Itznyellee on twt
SATORU GOJO - pizza delivery boy
Saturday nights were boring now that you were visiting your parents for winter break.
Usually, you’d be out partying. Maybe even giving one of the frat boys the best head they’ll ever receive in their life.
Now here you were, clicking away at your phone out of pure boredom. Your parents were out so it was just you alone in the house. There was nothing in the fridge and frankly, you were starving.
That’s when you got the idea to order pizza.
Opening the app, you placed your order. 15 minutes.
You groaned, throwing your body over the couch. “This sucksssss.” Your friends who stayed behind at the college were posting non stop on their story of the current party. Your least favorite part was that they were doing a theme you’ve been wanting.
And here you were, experiencing the worst fomo ever.
You quickly exited out the app when the bell ran. “Coming!” You yelled out, throwing the blanket off of you to go get the door.
Standing right outside was a boy no older than you, messy white hair sticking out all over the place and glasses that kept sliding down. In his hands was your pizza.
“Hey.” You greeted in which he returned with a small smile, handing you the box.
He was cute. And awkward.
His name tag read “Satoru G.” You put the pizza down on the side table, fetching your wallet. “How much will that be?”
“Oh, um, like.. Uh,” Satoru glanced down at his phone. “Fifteen.”
“Fifteen?” You frowned. Way too expensive for a pizza. “Alright, whatever.” Opening the wallet, you were met with not a dime.
Satoru patted his legs, waiting patiently for your pay.
“Shit. I don’t have any cash.. Can you take card?”
He shook his head, biting his bottom lip. “No, that's only online.” You groaned, “Well, I don’t have any cash on me.”
What were you supposed to do now?
Your eyes lit up when a lightbulb dinged in your head. “Hey… do you take any other forms of payment?”
Satoru felt himself getting lost in your gaze. It wasn’t uncommon for him to deliver food to pretty girls. But you had to be hands down the most gorgeous one he’s seen. He gulped.
“Like what?”
You looked him up and down, noticing the pink on his cheeks and neck. “I’ll show you.”
-
“Ngh- you’re so big! Oh my god!” Your breathing was shaky, struggling to push yourself back down on his cock.
And Satoru was getting off on it.
“I- I don’t know..” He whimpered, gripping your waist harshly. His hands guided you to move faster, rougher. “You always pay delivery boys like this?”
You laughed, burying your face in his warm neck. “Just you, handsome.”
Saroru gained the courage to shift his touch to your ass, grabbing on to it, slamming you back down.
“Fuck!”
He threw his head back on the couch, panting when your tongue licked a long stripe from his neck up to his mouth. The kiss was sloppy, yet full of need. Eventually, his hips began thrusting upwards, meeting with yours halfway.
“Did you actually have zero money or were you lying in hopes of getting fucked?” He asked in between kisses.
“Mmm…” You moaned, arching your back. “Wasn’t lying.”
Satoru hummed.
His uniform was discarded on the floor, lying next to yours. The tip of his cock finally reached against your g-spot, quickly abusing it. “Lucky me.”
He turned you two over, having him on top of you now, pounding into you at a different angle.
Your legs hung in the air, hands gripping his biceps. “Shit, you’re taking all of me.” A smile made a way to his face, watching how your cute hole tightened around him. “Shit- You keep clenching around me like that, I won’t be able to pull out.”
The moan that ripped out of your throat was raw.
The orgasm hit you like a wave of euphoria, cum splurting out of you, landing on your ridiculously expensive couch. Satoru stayed inside, twitching violently until he forced himself to pull out.
“I want more. Please.” His hand wrapped itself on his cock, whimpering as he jerked off.
You watched through your half lidded eyes, seeing the way his tip reddened. His semen shot out, landing on your stomach. Some even manage to get on your face. “Shit-”
He was cut off from the sound of his phone ringing.
Satoru took a peek at the caller ID. It was his boss. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Who is it?” Your legs trembled when you sat up.
“Hey, Mr. Yaga.” His voice was still breathy, doing his best to sound normal. “No, no, I just got lost. It’s a big neighborhood here. I’ll be on my way back. Buh-Bye”
You shifted to sit on his thigh. “Leaving already?” A pout made its way on your bruised lips.
He grunted. You were still leaking.
“We can always finish this another time.” Satoru stood up to his full height, picking up his clothes hurriedly. “I still need to get paid, by the way.”
“... Come by after your shift.”
This was way better than any frat party.
TOJI FUSHIGURO - professor and his slutty student
When you entered college, you thought dress code wasn’t supposed to be a thing anymore.
You experimented with many different styles, ranging from short skirts to low rise jeans that showed off your brand new thong.
Essentially, dress code wasn’t supposed to continue existing after high school. Right?
So why was it that your smoking hot professor approached you in class, asking you to stay behind after the bell rang?
You packed up your things in your bag, watching as every student left, except you.
Mr. Fushiguro was a fit man. It was obvious from the way the buttons on his shirts were a second away from popping off. Or how his biceps were prominent underneath. God, even his butt was big under his pants.
What you found insanely hot was the scar on his lip.
You wondered if you’d be able to feel the roughness of it when his head was in between your legs-
Get your head out of the gutter.
The classroom was empty save for you and Toji. You took a deep breath before swinging your bag over your shoulder, making your way down the stairs towards his desk where he was seated. He was flipping through pages, probably lesson plans. His black frames were on today, another thing you liked about him.
“You wanted to speak to me, Mr. Fushiguro?”
Your small voice cut through the silence. His head lifted up to meet eyes with you. He cleared his throat. “Yes, actually.” He rose up, taking off his glasses. “I have taken notice that your.. choice of attire has been distracting.”
“I have been letting it slide for a while, but this is becoming too much.” He continued, motioning over your skirt that was the size of a belt. You acted innocent. “Too much? I highly doubt other students are worrying about my clothes when they have a class to pay attention to.”
Toji sighed, leaning back on his chair.
“I expect you to come in tomorrow wearing something appropriate. If not, I have no choice but to bring this up with the head of the department.”
His eyes flickered down to your very revealing top. “We wouldn’t want that now would we?”
You couldn’t help but lower your line of sight to the front of his pants. Would he get hard if you were to sit on him?
“Am I distracting you, Professor?”
He didn’t answer.
You got closer to him, asking yourself if this was even worth it. Someone could walk in, catch the two of you and you could kiss your scholarship goodbye.
“You’re making a dumb move, sweetheart.”
“Am I?” You placed your hand on his thigh, traveling upwards to his crotch. Toji didn’t lift a finger to stop you.
It’s almost like he wanted you to do this.
He let out a grunt, grabbing your waist, manhandling you over his desk. “Moving too damn slow.” Your sad excuse of a skirt was lifted up, giving him access to your weeping pussy. “Ya asked if you distract me.. I’ll give ya an answer.”
His stubble scratched at your inner thighs when he kissed your pussylips. You moaned like a damn pornstar, trying to look back at him. Your cunt was like heaven, so sweet and the scent? Toji couldn’t get enough.
“Been wanting to do this to ya for ages..” He admitted, licking a long stripe in your wet slit all the way up to your ass.
You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but his mouth was quicker, biting your folds lightly, separating them so he could flick his tongue at your entrance.
“M-Mr. Fushig- ngh!”
“Quiet down.” Toji squeezed the fat of your ass in warning. “Don’t want anyone to catch you getting eaten out by an old man like me, yeah?”
His middle finger came up to insert itself in your tight hole, pressing your clit down with his thumb.
You shook your head, arching your back. “Please.. I need more!”
Toji scoffed, slipping his finger in and out.
“Fuckin’ begging like a slut.” He was quick with his movements, pulling back to undo his belt, letting it fall to the ground along with his pants. His boxers were strained with his cock, practically pleading to be let out.
And even when it was covered, you could tell he was big.
That wasn’t a surprise.
Your back was now against the table as he pounded feverishly into you. He was super thick, managing to fill you up just right. “Fuck!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.
“That’s it,” he panted. “Such a good girl.”
Toji had you folded, legs swinging in the air as he thrusted. He dragged his veiny cock slowly out before pounding back in. “You like that? Is that why you dress up like a whore? To get my attention?”
He wasn’t far from the truth.
“Hm?” He cocked his head to the side, taking in the way you were clawing at his chest. His shirt was wrinkling under your fingers, buttons coming undone. “No! That’s not it..” You mewled.
“Right right.” Toji chuckled, mesmerized by the way your juices were sticking to his pubes. “Keep wearing these skirts from now on actually. Easy access.”
KENTO NANAMI - pervy neighbor
Nanami walked his son to the school bus that was outside at 8 AM sharp, nodding alone to whatever he was saying.
“And then Nobara stole Megumi’s crayon and he got mad so then Ms. Iori put them both on time out!” Yuji babbled, adjusting the strap of his backpack that was way too big for his tiny body. “Okay, I gotta go. Bye papa.”
He smiled up towards Nanami who was already leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. “Alright, have fun at school.”
“I will!” Before he entered the bus, the little boy saw you out in your yard. “Bye!” He shouted out.
The young voice made you look up to see him waving goodbye at you. The boy always found a way to warm your heart. “Goodbye.” You returned the smile, giving one to his father as well.
Nanami gave you a small smile. He was always a serious man, never really speaking to anyone other than Yuji. Maybe if he was in a good mood he’d greet you with his voice.
But that rarely happened no matter how hard you tried.
“He just started first grade?” You asked, continuing to water your plants. The tall man nodded, tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves. Even when working at home did he dress up nice. His hair was perfectly styled and his shoes were freshly shined.
He was just about to walk back inside when you called out again. You turned off the hose, dropping it down. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me for lunch today? A new bakery just opened down the street.. It looks nice.”
Nanami inhaled, trying his best to avoid eye contact. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I won’t be able to. I have a lot of work. Now if you excuse me.”
You stared at his broad back as he made his way back inside his house, feeling absolutely embarrassed with yourself. Of course he’d reject your offer.
He was lying though. There was no work to be done, he had the whole day free and plenty of enough time to go out with you. The thing was, he couldn't bear to look at you for more than 5 seconds before getting hard.
You were just so beautiful. The way you were a sweet girl to everyone, especially with the way you spoke to his son? Fuck.
Nanami’s hand squeezed his bulge.
“Shit..” He hissed.
Through the window he could see you gardening away, planting new flowers you deemed pretty. This was becoming humiliating. For the past year he’s been jerking off to you.
His teeth sunk into the end of his shirt, muffling his moans as he bucked his hips into his hand. Cum was dripping down the base of his cock onto the floor, fisting himself harder. He knew this was wrong, getting off to you.
But he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Yuji asked him last night at dinner why he was so shy of you. “I think she’s nice.” He started. “She’s pretty too.” The boy said through a mouthful of pasta.
“Yeah she is..” Nanami murmured.
“So fucking pretty.” He panted out. His body was shaking, struggling to hold itself up. His eyes flickered open, looking at you again.
A lunch date wouldn’t hurt.
-
“I’m so glad you got free time! I can’t even imagine how hard work must be right now.” Your voice was soft.
Nanami brought the cup of coffee up to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah, it’s been tough lately. How's your job treating you so far?”
“Ah,” You spun your cup around, nursing it in your hands. “I’m actually not working at the moment. Just quit a week ago. The hours were shitty and the coworkers were as well. Not the place for me.”
He hummed.
“You have a boyfriend?”
You let out a laugh at that, the sound vibrating through his veins. “I wouldn’t have asked you out if I did.”
He smiled, looking down.
“Guess that’s true.”
You licked your lips, trying not to ogle him in his outfit. “Is that why you barely speak to me? You wanted to be respectful?”
Far from that.
“... Not exactly.” He finally looked back up. “Just don’t know if I’d be able to hold back.”
-
Your back arched to his chest, gripping onto his bed sheets. “Ken!” You moaned.
“Already on nickname bases, pretty?” His hand wrapped around your neck, forcing your arch to become impossible to achieve if you weren't flexible enough.
Your pussy squelched when his cock slipped in. Through half-lidded eyes, Nanami caught sight of you through your reflection on his mirror. You looked so fucked out, and so gorgeous.
“You’re so pretty..” He mumbled, kissing your cheekbones gently, almost as if he wasn’t fucking you roughly.
His cock was poking from inside your stomach, giving you a pretty tummy bulge. Nanami moaned, becoming addicted at the way it looked.
“You take me so damn well.” He praised. “So well..”
Where did the serious gentleman you always knew go? Was he somehow replaced with a nastier version of himself?
Or was he always like this?
You tightened at the thought, walls fluttering around him. His bottom lip was on the verge of bleeding from how hard he was biting down on it. “D-Don’t do that.. Won’t be able to pull out if you do.”
“Then don’t.”
His hand moved up to tug at your hair, smashing your head down to the pillow. “Careful, darling.”
You sobbed, not being able to do anything but take his cock.
His chest was against your back, hugging you close as he fucked you dumb. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.” He licked your ear lobe, biting down on it.
Your body shook as your orgasm hit you.
His thrusting became sloppier, knowing he was close. Your head was spinning, feeling yourself enter a state of overstimulation.
“Say you meant that.”
“I.. I meant it.. Please cum inside ken..”
He plummeted into your walls a few more times, releasing his hot semen. Some managed to drip out, landing on the bed sheets.
Nanami pulled out reluctantly, not wanting to separate from your warmth.
“... Wanna take you out on a real date tomorrow.”
