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[swxxtchxrrixs]

hiii have you ever thought of writing a threesome with bachira and isagi? like the trope of the boyfriend letting his best friend f*ck his gf because he’s a virgin

YES OH MY GOD. i think that bachira is the dom one, i have this headcannon that he's actually so MEAN and would laugh in your face whilst ruining you (he's got that inner monster...) like hear me out!!!! isagi is def subby when it comes to this duo, like i feel like bachira is the only one he can let his defenses down around yk??

𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙏 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ

your boyfriend meguru bachira so kindly allows his virgin best friend yoichi isagi to fuck you

warnings ⋆.˚ smut, female!reader, threesome, virgin!isagi (bachi's such a good friend), vouyerism, degredation (oop hehe), dirty talk, exhibitionism, masturbation, handjob, mxm yipee it's so hot goddamn, both reader and bachira are softdom (maybe bachi's a little hard dom in parts too oop) and isagi is subby yumm, pet names (baby, honey), oral (m&f), cum eating, face grabbing, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, teasing, hair grabbing, light cum play (?), multiple orgasms, praise

wc ⋆.˚ 2.4k

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

there’s a loud thump originating from his best friend and roommate’s, meguru bachira, bedroom when yoichi isagi enters the apartment. it’s past midnight when he finally returns home from training; he’s a bit envious bachira had the day off.

yoichi pays it no mind, for the most part, hanging up his jacket, slipping out of his sneakers, then dropping his bag beside the loveseat in the living room before flopping down onto it.

he sighs, grabbing the tv remote. his finger ghosts the power button, but then someone moans down the hallway, and he freezes.

he’s listening now, slowly lowering his arm to place the remote back onto the end table. 

“bachi!” he hears you scream. slam. “oh my god!”

there’s a loud growl from bachira. bang. “fuck! come, baby, fall apart for me.”

this feels wrong; yoichi feels wrong listening in to you two clearly fucking. you and bachira have been dating for a few months now, and yoichi wasn’t stupid– of course you two fucked. but he has never actually heard you two going at it. and the poor, virgin boy can barely handle it.

his cock twitches in his gym shorts as his breath stutters. your sounds are only getting louder, and he can’t tell if it’s a blessing or curse. he looks down at the growing tent in his shorts, exhaling a frustrated huff. “shit,” he says, “what am i supposed to do about this?”

yoichi already knows what he’s going to do about it. the inexperienced man is a freak, but hides it well. he stands up from the loveseat, cautiously padding his feet over towards bachira’s bedroom. he expects the door to be closed when he reaches it, but it’s not, being cracked opened just enough that he can see part of your bare bodies intertwined. 

the headboard is bruising the pale yellow paint as bachira thrusts into you, palm slamming against the plaster for leverage. he throws his head back with a loud groan as he lifts your hips up off the bed to pound into your greedy hole. “such a filthy girl,” he hisses, “fucking dripping everywhere, you’re a mess.”

“o–only for you, bachi,” you whine, nails digging into his biceps, “you just m–make me feel s–so good!”

yochi can’t help it. his focus hones in on the way your tits bounce from each brutal thrust and bachira’s arms flexing and contracting. his hand snakes below his shorts as he begins to palm himself, slowly at first, careful not to make a sound. your throat cracks into the prettiest moan he’s ever fucking heard, and his groan escapes from his chest before he even has the chance to stop it. the room goes quiet, and both bachira’s and your eyes shoot towards the direction of the sound, growing wide when they see yoichi peeking around the cracked doorway.

“isagi?” bachira lifts his brow. and then he laughs, loud and obstreperous, hair falling loosely in front of his face as he drops his head forward to try and catch his breath. “holy fuck,” he sings, “you’re so naughty, watching us like a needy whore.”

“i-i–,” yoichi’s at a loss for words, whimpering as he cowers away. the man’s hand is still wrapped around his weeping cock underneath his shorts, the blob of precum visibly soiling his clothing. “fuck, it was just so loud– and i–,”

bachira’s smirk is evil, planning, as he slips away from you to sit up on his knees. the atmosphere is thick as you turn onto your side to look at yoichi, a dangerous smile resting on your face. he swallows hard.

“do you even feel sorry?” you coo, licking your lips hungrily, “you’re still fisting your pretty dick, honey.”

yoichi looks horrified as he drops his attention down to his shorts, quickly pulling his hand out of them and hiding it behind his back as if that would help anything. “i wasn’t– this isn’t– fuck.”

“we’re not mad, isa,” you hum, “i know it’s hard to resist when you’ve never been touched before.”

his eyes widen. “you told her?” he asks bachira, voice still shaky.

bachira shrugs. “sorry. kind of slipped out by accident.”

“why were you—,” yoichi’s a bit frustrated now, but it’s arousing him at the same time, his cock is still growing rock hard and begging for relief. “how did me being a virgin even come up in conversation?”

“because,” you start, “bachi and i here were hoping something like this would happen.” yoichi freezes, uneven breaths spilling from his mouth as he tries to wrap his head around what you’re saying. you… wanted this? wanted him to catch you two fucking? “you seem shocked, isa,” you purr, purposely sliding your fingertips from your neck down to your exposed breasts as you circle your perked nipples. “don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it. about the three of us, like this.” you let out an intentional, soft moan, not removing your eyes from him. his cock twitches and his heart pounds violently in his chest. “see?” you taunt, catching his reaction. “it’s written in your eyes you’ve been waiting for this moment.”

yoichi’s so fucking turned on, eyes flickering hastily between you, bachira, and his begging cock. he wants to move, but he feels paralyzed.

maybe he just needs some extra guidance. “c’mere, isagi,” bachira purrs, reaching out his hand to lure him closer. “if you want us, come get us.”

yoichi finds himself in the sheets with you two before he can even blink, clothing scattered on the floor, his body caged beneath bachira whilst your fingertips trail along his thighs temptingly. he whimpers, hands squeezing tightly around bachira’s shoulder blades.

bachira chuckles, leaning down closer to him until he’s hovering just above his lips. “are you ready?”

yoichi nods profusely, bachira swallowing his gasp as he closes the gap, tongue sliding deep into his mouth. your head drops to drag your teeth along his neck, nibbling gently at his skin as your hand finally lifts to wrap around his shaft. his body jerks as you fist him slowly, thumb teasing his leaky, white tip every time you reach the top of his base again. he’s already stuttering into your hands after ten seconds.

“oh, baby,” you coo, almost mocking, “you’re so sensitive.” yoichi’s squeezing his eyes shut tightly, pouring out muffled moans into bachira’s mouth as their tongues fold over one another, sloppy and desperate. you feel him twitch in your palms and you giggle, shifting your body downwards to wrap your mouth around him. he groans so hard he forces bachira off of him, head withering against the pillows from your tongue sliding across his thick, veiny length. 

“shit, shit!” he curses, hand reaching up to tug at bachira’s strands. bachira hums ecstatically as he watches all of yoichi’s pretty facial expressions and the way his body responds to your sweet, wet mouth. “i–i can’t last– mmm’gonna come–”

“that’s okay, isa,” you hum around his throbbing member, “you can let go for me. i’ll swallow every last drop.”

bachira feathers his fingers around yoichi’s jaw before he settles on gripping it, digging the tips into the hollows of his cheeks. yoichi cries out, thrusting pathetically into your warm, slick mouth as he begins to fall apart.

“that’s it,” bachira bites his lip in amusement, “come. fill her fucking mouth.”

with a loud, cracked groan, yoichi snaps, hot, milky semen flooding down your throat as he jolts his hips upwards, forehead beading with sweat. “oh– fuck!” he screams, “fuck– yeah, s–swallow it– shit, mmm’my god!”

bachira’s smiling so wide and proudly, lifting you off of yoichi’s cock by a firm, aggressive grip on your hair as he kisses you harshly, drinking up his cum, too. yoichi’s instantly hard again, not even fully come down from his orgasm, as he watches you two swap spit so filthily right in front of his face. bachira yanks your head back, forcing your neck to expose itself further. you cry from the painful pleasure as bachira’s tongue slides all over your throat.

“you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he hums, nibbling your pulse point. you gasp. “taking care of my best friend so perfectly. i love a bitch who listens well.”

“o–of course, baby,” you stutter, eyes rolling backwards. yoichi’s hand is on his thick cock again, chest heaving as he begins to palm himself impatiently at the sight of bachira marking your sweet skin. you notice him through your peripheral, breaking into a smirk. “mmm, isa wants more, bachi,” you hum, “he’s touching himself again, watching us.”

bachira breaks apart from you so messily, a line of stringy spit still connecting his lips to your throat. he turns his head and looks so excited. almost crazy. “oh, isa baby,” he laughs, “are you that depserate? pathetic.” a bead of white precum oozes out of yoichi’s bulbous, red tip from bachira’s degradation. “just how i like it.” he leans down and licks up the creamy, salty substance, laughing around his shaft as yoichi whines. “tastes so good.” he feels like he’s about to come again, but bachira stops, pulling away abruptly. “i can’t have you coming again without feeling my girlfriend’s pretty pussy, now, can i?”

“n–no,” yoichi shakes his head in compliance, “need to– need to feel her, fuck.”

bachira shifts to the side to allow you to move in front of yoichi. your eyes are dark, predatory, as you straddle his hips, teasing his engorge tip with your puffy clit. yoichi can’t stop staring at your pussy, it’s so pretty. so perfect. and he gets to lose his virginity to her? fuck.

“p–please,” he huffs, hands gripping firmly at your sides, “need it. need it so fucking bad.”

you want to edge him more, but your heart flutters at how sweet and desperate he looks beneath you. so you decide to give him exactly what he wants. you sink onto his chubby cock with an elongated sigh, lips parted and eyelids low, as you watch the look on his face. he’s staring into your eyes, pupils blown and drool pooling around the corners of his mouth.

“you’ve been doing so well tonight, isa,” you hum, steadily beginning to bounce on him, “you deserve to be rewarded.”

bachira’s head is at your core now, tongue protruding outwards to slide against your exposed clit. you cry, the sensation of the wet pink muscle and yoichi filling you up feeling so overwhelmingly perfect. yoichi’s hips falter as your arousal increases around him, loud panting breaths nearly outweighing your soft whines.

“y–you’re squeezing m–me,” yoichi observes, staring at the way he disappears in and out of you; the way your bundle of nerves visibly throbs with each lick of bachira’s tongue. “f–fuck, this feels– this feels incredible, jesus christ.”

“yeah?” you thrum, “you like being inside of me?”

“god, yeah,” he groans, body jolting as the ridges of your cunt drags along his sweet spot effortlessly. “w–wanna live inside of your pussy.”

you giggle at how needy he sounds, tits bounce faster as you pick up your pace, palms resting on yoichi’s shins as you lean backwards and arch your back to push him inside deeper. he chokes out a piercing moan, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back a little.

bachira growls into your clit, hands moving to hold yoichi still by his hips. “fuck, isa,” he chuckles, “you need to keep your ass still.”

“s–sorry– shit!” he mewls, plummeting towards the edge. “i’m– fuck, i can’t– coming– oh, god!”

“you wanna feel me, baby?” you ask, ass slapping against his muscular thighs with each lewd drop of our hips onto him, “want me to come on your pretty cock?”

“please– fuck, please, yes!” he screams, nails digging into your waist as his body begins to shake aggressively. “give me your cum, fuck– fuck!”

bachira cups your clit with a loud, messy slurp, pulling your sweet nectar out of you as you drip all over his best friend’s cock. with a satisfied hum, he lets you go with a sheathing pop, allowing you ride out your high with deep, erratic thrusts.

yoichi’s about to explode, his screams practically shattering the windows in the bedroom. 

“gonna come, isagi?” bachira taunts, fingers teasing his chin before he shoves them into his mouth. “you wanna fill up her pretty cunt?” yoichi’s eyes are completely glossed over and fucked out as they meet bachira’s. “yeah, you do, don’t you?” he nods, eyes rolling violent as he groans around his thick digits. “stuff her full, isa,” he demands, pushing his fingers in further. yoichi chokes, coil in his stomach about to snap. both you and bachira can sense he’s ready to fall apart at any moment. bachira laughs heinously before dropping his mouth over yoichi’s ear. “do it,” he grits his teeth. “now. fucking come.”

yoichi breaks, back folding aggressively as he shoots hot, white cum into your sensitive hole, your continuous clenching around his fat base drawing out every fucking drop of his release. you whine as you feel him stuff you to the hilt, eyes dropping to watch your releases ooze out of your bodies. 

“fuck, isa,” you exhale with an estacic chuckle, “you’re coming so much.”

“m’sorry, m’sorry,” he whimpers repeatedly, hips stuttering into you as he steadily comes to a still. “i–i couldn’t help it,” he says, “it just feels too good.”

“but you can help it,” bachira’s voice is low and mocking, “you’re just too fucking needy. such a slut.” 

yoichi groans in response. god, who knew he’d love being degraded so much, let alone by his best friend. bachira kisses his temple before falling at his side. you gently lift off of him, and he gasps at the sensitivity and mourns your absence. you ghost your lips along his chin before settling on his lips for a moment, caressing his face with your hands. he melts into you, heart calming from your sweet, nurturing touch. you slide onto his other side a second later, curling up against him. bachira’s arm is draped over his waist.

he gulps at a sudden realization and says, “i–i think you’ve ruined me. fuck.”

tags: @bachimeguru

[madamechrissy]

Satoru and Suguru can't help but jerk it to their pretty little roommate - you.

You clearly think they're both gay - the way you run around in goddamn near next to nothing, kissing all up on their cheeks and giggling all the time. They've seen your tits, your ass, hints of your pretty cunt, to the point you're driving them fucking insane.

Even now you seem to think the two men can't hear your soft little whines as you finger your soppy little cunt, of course they do, just because they cuddle and jerk it together doesn't mean they don't want to fuck your holes </3 Clearly you don't know, that they each are spitting down on their pretty tips, both leaking pre, moaning softly as they stroke up and down.

"She's... so slutty, mnh," Satoru damn near whimpers, his head falling back, hearing your squelching cunt even through the walls. "M'gonna fuck her throat till she can't even talk."

"Nah, I'll do that first - hah," Suguru's hand wraps his cock as he twists it at the base, putting just enough pressure, his own eyes fluttering shut. "You can fuck her first."

"Was there a question? Of c-course I will, gonna fill her with so much cum... mnh..." he's imagining it now, running his thumb over his tip, not realizing you've gone quiet over there. "You can fuck it back into her."

"You can lick my cum from her," the thought of that has Satoru Gojo crying out, adam's apple bobbing as his head rests on that head board, when suddenly, the door cracks open.

"Oh," you pause now, seeing the two men you live with with huge, veiny cocks in hand, you had a feeling they may be gay but this definitely cemented the status. "I'm sorry I couldn't sleep..."

"We're not gay!?" They both shout it, you laugh softly, stepping inside, just a little crop top and panties - slutty as always.

"It's so cool dude, like seriously, I was... doing the same."

They pause and look at each other now, then back at you, Suguru smirks lazily, and Satoru's lips part, as they resume stroking themselves. Your body reacts, tummy clenching, dark spot forming where you're soaking wet.

"We could help each other out, right?" Satoru's words are soft, you look down to see his pink tipped cock just twitch. "C'mere sweetheart."

"But you two-"

"Come here," Suguru's a little more firm, you want to protest - you're not a homewrecker!? But when you're on their bed and stroking Suguru, with Satoru guiding your head down?

You sort of forget that statement.

Sucking Satoru Gojo as he whimpers, tasting his sweet pre on your tongue, hearing his little sucks of breaths, it's hard to remember that he must be in love with Suguru. Not when his pretty blue eyes just look at you like that, eerie even in the dark, fucking your throat with the messiest sounds, all while leaning forward, slipping two long fingers in your cunt.

You turn and spit on Suguru's cock now, tongue lapping it from the base, his hands grip your hair and pull, hips bucking up to fuck your throat until you can't think. Your thighs press together as you suck him down, his balls heavy and already full of cum, the two of them whispering your name.

"We're n-not gay," Satoru says again, Suguru snorts at that, looking down at you with lidded eyes. "Mnh, we love pussy."

"We do love pussy," Suguru agrees, you almost laugh, pulling up for just a moment, lips swollen from wrapping around their lengths.

"You all jerk off in the same bed?"

"And!?"

"Do you all kiss?"

"Just as practice," Satoru mumbles, you giggle again, leaned up on your knees, both cocks in your hands.

"You can practice with me if you want," Satoru snatches your face up and slams his lips, just a bit messy and unpracticed, tasting Suguru's cock on your lips. Suguru's kissing up your neck, letting you grind on one of his thighs until it's coated in your slick. "You're a good kisser, Satoru."

"Really?" You nod, he's grinning all cute, making your cunt clench as much as your heart flutters. You turn and kiss Suguru, clearly a bit more practiced, moaning softly as their hands each grip one of your tits, thumbs brushing on your nipples.

"So I wouldn't be a homewrecker if I..." you stroke them again, watching their lashes flutter shut.

"N-no, he's right," Suguru mumbles drunkenly.

"We were jerking it to your slutty pussy," your attention is back on Satoru, who's thumbing right near your clit - not quite there, but he's got the right idea. "Thinking of how we'll share you."

"Oh?" You're stroking faster, grinding on that thigh Suguru presses up for you, kissing each of them as Satoru eventually finds the twitchy little thing underneath your panties. "Tell me."

"F-first we'll fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass," you giggle then, Gojo glares. "I'm serious."

"We'll split you in half," Suguru's words make your heart race, his fingers splayed on your bare tummy, eyes gone black as you stroke his twitching cock. "Ruin your holes, fill them with so much cum you can't think."

"That's hot Sugu," Satoru admits, blushing now and leaking even more pre in your hold.

"It is," you whisper, kissing Suguru again, making Satoru pout, yanking you back and earning your giggle.

"Till we can see ourselves moving inside you," fuck... you gasp at the little change in Satoru's eyes, the way he smirks a little more sure.

"That was hot Toru," you whisper, his patterns pushing you over the edge. Your eyes are rolling back, fluttering shut as you stroke faster, feeling them close. "Why don't you two cum for me?"

It takes just one more stroke and both of your roommates - who totally love pussy and apparently aren't gay - are busting ropes and ropes into your hands, so much it spurts all the way across your body.

Well, what a mess you are, but Satoru and Suguru make sure to clean you up, to lick every bit of cum from your body, all the white ropes that circle over your skin. They're being gentlemen after all - it's totally not gay if they like each other's taste. It's just what best friends do.

****

sry this was a dream I had hehehe

[madamechrissy]

"I know I can suck him off better than you," you scowl right at Satoru now, the two of you on your knees right in front of your boyfriend Suguru Geto - he raises a dark brow at the both of you.

"You're pretty good sweetheart," Satoru slips his fingers down your spine ever so slowly, goosebumps rising in a little trail. "You're not close to me though."

"Sugu, tell him," you pout all pretty - and he brushes your hair back, smiling down at you as your hand tries to wrap his thick, veiny cock. "I am so much better than Satoru at it, hmm?"

"Your throat is so much tighter..." Suguru moans, making Satoru glare his pretty blue eyes at both of you.

"Fuck you!?" Satoru scoffs, his jaw clicking he's so damn irritated, but also seeing your tongue lapping up the underside of Suguru's cock has his own twitching, the way you gather all that dripping white. "Calling me loose!?"

"Maybe."

"Hah!" You shove Satoru and he yanks at your hair. "Ow!"

"Why do I endure this?" He acts as if you're not arched all pretty in front of his boyfriend's cock, like he doesn't love to watch you choke on it - fuck it's almost as good as when you choke on his.

"Is my tongue better, too?" You murmur, feeling Satoru’s hand slide down your ass and smack the fuck out of it, it stings his hand is so damn big. "Ouch!?!?"

"Stop being bratty, Toru," Suguru just has him smirking, raising a brow - Satoru Gojo is a fucking brat. "Spit on it, princess."

You do the daintiest spit ever.

Satoru snorts, so you smack him again.

"Spit on it for her, since she's too cute to really do it." Satoru leans forward as Suguru orders, a thick glob of spit falling down to that reddened, pierced tip, you moan softly as Sugu tightens his hold on your hair, and you use Satoru's spit to glide his cock deep.

Satoru can't help but be mesmerized by it, his fingers pumping in and out of your slick cunt, making you whine out. The vibrations have Suguru's head falling back, moans escaping his throat, watching as you two make out so messy right over his tip.

When Satoru can't help but bend you over after, and stuffs your cunt full of his cock, Suguru’s thick length is slamming right in your throat, the two of them coating your walls and your mouth in white. Well... you and Satoru sort of forget the competition, especially when Suguru is eating Satoru's cum so eagerly from your pretty, abused cunt.

Satoru makes sure to lap every bit of Suguru's cum from your mouth, swallowing it down and moaning - before they've switched - and both men are swapping all those filthy fluids between their mouths with mean kisses. They use you - fucking you until you're a drooling mess in all three of your holes.

You're fucked out, your ears ringing, you're dizzy -

But you swear you hear a murmur in your ear that Gojo thinks he's won.

Then you hear another murmur after Gojo is snoring on the bed, and Suguru is pounding your cunt again though, with his hand wrapping right around a throat so sore from swallowing him? Satoru is long out, damn near drooling, and Suguru is making sure you feel every inch of him, lips on your ear.

"Guess what, princess?" He asks softly, squeezing at your pressure points. You gasp out, looking up at him, lashes fluttering.

"Hmm?"

"You win."

Gojo opens an eye and scowls at you both.

****

for pride month aha

[lilacgrayskies]

☁︎⋅ (18+) rookie!leon is insatiable

“leonnn, I c-can’t-,”you sobbed, tears streaking your face. 

your head rolled back into the pillows as leon thrusted deeper. he had you on your back, his arms holding your legs apart. his cock was buried to the hilt inside your puffy pussy. 

he hasn’t stopped thrusting. not after your pussy clenched around him like a vice the first, or third time. not after your nails clawed into his back, guaranteed to leave marks. not even after you started crying.

“no no no no, baby, please,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck. “I wanna cum- baby, please, I’m so so so close!”

poor thing. your pussy was spasming violently around him, desperate to milk his cock. it wasn’t until a gush of squirt splattered against his lower abdomen that he slowed down.

leon whined, high and needy, watching as you made a mess on his cock. he leaned up, his eyes hooded as he looked down to where your pussy was stretched around his cock. your clit was twitching. “you made a mess,” his voice cracked. 

as if his cock wasn’t enough, his thumb reached down to rub your clit. small circles pressed against the swollen pearl. “messy girl…” he murmured. “I’m doing good, huh?”

his hips moved slower, but god, he was going deeper. his cheeks were flushed a soft pink as he fucked into you. “you like it, baby? you gonna cum again?” he moaned.

“nghh…! yes, I like it!” you cried out. his large hand rested against your lower stomach, right over the bulge of his cock.

“fuck, you can see it right here,” he said, his thumb tracing the imprint of his cock in your womb. “look, baby, you can see me inside you.”

your cunt betrayed you, clenching and gushing all over again. a creamy ring of cum formed at the base of his cock. leon winced, your pussy feeling tighter this time. he bit his lip, his thrusts faltering.

“f-fuck…!” he whined. one final thrust before he held you against him. hot, white ropes of cum filled you up. heavy breathing filled your ear.

leon pulled away, pulling his cock out to watch his cum drip out of you. you whimpered, feeling it glide down your inner thighs. 

“think you can take one more?” he smirked at you.

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[willowas519]

STOP PUTTING YOUR OC UNDER “X READER”!!!!! I DONT WANT TO READ YOUR STINKY LOVE STORY, *I* WANT TO BE THE LOVE STORY!!!!

[veilist]

using the replica dildo your nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru gifted you on stream. part one + inspo ask

ever since you’ve received that stupid gift from satoru, he hasn’t left you alone. constantly asking if the quality of silicone was that of a good quality. and asking if it felt like the real thing — a subtle hint of ‘did it feel like my dick?’.

but the truth is, you haven’t used it — you couldn’t even fathom the thought of how something so big could possibly fit inside of you.

“sooo… how’d it feel, hmm?!” satoru says over the phone, and you could practically hear the smile he’s biting back as your eyes flicker over to the hyper-realistic dildo.

it’s almost scary how similar the replica is to the videos of himself on twitter. the texture of the silicone is soft to touch, representing a faux skin. even the girth of the toy is surrealistic — the way your able to curl your hands around it, and squeeze it as the skin around it wrinkles in just the way satoru’s does when he’s fisting his dick on live.

“i already told you, toru.” you pan your attention back to the conversation. “i will not be putting that monstrous thing inside of me.” you reach a hand towards your phone, watching satoru’s lips curl downwards into that signature pout of his.

“monstrous?! you’re so mean.” he sighs, “thought you wanted a gift straight from japan, something you could even put to good use.” you watch his lips follow his words as he rambles on. his gorgeous, feathered eyelashes batting with each blink he takes, and the way his bottom lip is glossed over with a coat of his saliva.

satoru’s beauty always made you question how such a pretty face could be carrying something so, deadly within their pants. and you’d be lying to yourself if you said the thought of using the dildo never cross your mind at least thrice.

“not monstrous in a bad way, just you know…” you add to satoru’s mini yap-session. “this thing is way bigger than it looks on camera. if i put this inside of me, i’d probably die.” you say in an a way that left you speechless which earned a chuckle out of satoru.

“you’re not gonna die, we have infinite compatibility.” he grins, revealing the dimple at the corner of his mouth. “compatibility, or not it’s still gonna hurt like hell.” you reply, though there’s a little pause.

just a beat of silence before satoru responds. “should i fly over there and just give you the real thing instead?”

his tone is playful, but there’s a linger that makes it feel heavier than it should have. the kinda feeling that makes your stomach fill with warmth. “w— what, toru?! stay where you are!” you stutter out, a little flustered because he’s stupidly persistent and annoyingly bold.

—

and now you can’t help but wonder — what if satoru had flown to your city. what if your first taste of satoru’s dick didn’t have to be the replica he sent, but the real him… wondering just how warm your bodies would feel against each other. how, if it was too much, would he praise you through it? or would he accidentally bottom-out inside you?

a connection shared between you two in which a piece of silicone could never replicate.

so maybe that explains why you’re active at such an abnormal time — logged into your onlyfans during past hours, disregarding the posting schedule you had planned for unreleased content as you hit the ‘go live now’ button.

you rarely go live after midnight. and the one thing you didn’t expect was for your subscribers to be so active after midnight as the view count doubled, and tripled over the span of minutes.

though this wasn’t an ordinary live — no, this one was different. your setup was slightly ajar, as if you were in some sort of rush. you didn’t even use your camera display, instead you used some cheap tripod you found lying around your room and connected your phone to it.

the quality of your phone in dim lighting wasn’t the best, but at least your body’s still clear enough on the camera. you’re in nothing, but a thin-cottoned tank top and panties. your back against the mattress, thighs parted with your knees tucked towards your chest and the tripod is held between your thighs. exposing the damp spot of fabric practically molded onto the mounds of your lips.

it was honestly pathetic how wet you could get from just a few thoughts of delusion. inappropriately thinking of all the ways you’d take satoru at any time, and place. how knowingly he’d come running like a dog if you’d just say the word.

but you don’t have to say the words — not when satoru’s almost instantly pressing on the onlyfans notification with your username titled in bold.

“freakenuinelyy/n is now live!”

his screen being met with your body on full display during his lecture. he isn’t even in a moral environment to be watching something, so explicit as he makes his way to the nearest bathroom in the building.

and as unusual as it is for you to go live during the middle of the day in satoru’s timezone — he’s never missed a stream of you a day in his life.

satoru watches you through his screen. watching the way you tease yourself through those dangerously thin panties, as your fingers rub over your clothed clit. he loved hearing the soft moans escape from your lips whenever you’d touch yourself, it made the blood flow straight to his dick immediately.

you were like an addictive drug to him as he fumbled around to get himself free from out of his pants. mumbling under his breath once he began stroking himself to you, imagining just how perfectly you’d take him. how fucking beautiful you’d look underneath him while being stretch out by his dick.

he’d watch you tug your panties to the side, pupils blown as he focus on how soaked you were. like you’ve been edging yourself all day just to find relief at the end. satoru groaned at the sight of your hole clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stuffed as he squeezes his cock harder with a pleasurable wince.

your fingers graze over your clit, dipping down to where you’re soaked before gliding your index and middle finger through your slit with a moan as you bit down on your lip. that’s satoru’s favourite part because whenever your fingers dip down and disappear into that tiny hole, he can’t help but replace your fingers with the image of his cock sliding in.

he watches as he fists himself, biting back noises before realizing that your fingers never once dipped inside your pussy. instead you’re reaching for lube, and drizzling it messily over yourself as it drips down the inside of your thighs down the crevices of other areas.

a part of him is hoping that you reach for the gift he sent you, and not some other random subscriber’s gift. satoru wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft, practically strangling it as he pauses his movements in anticipation. feeling the circulation slowly cut off, making him more sensitive as he watches you pull a dildo into the frame.

his dildo. the dildo he shamelessly begged you to use even though you’ve repeatedly told him no. “well, fuck me…” satoru let out a breathlessly chuckle, and threw his head back against the wall behind him as his dick involuntarily twitched in his hand.

this reality felt a little different than how he’d imagined it. his jaw tightened as he watched you glide the silicone between your folds, watching the way your slick coated the length, and how’d he wished it were him.

the size difference drove him absolutely insane, he even started to understand why you thought it wouldn’t fit as his eyes drifted towards the comments.

@torusthroatgoat: no fucking way that things gonna fit

@iswalakum: i’ve never seen dildo look THAT realistic before

@oggoonetter: wait … why’s that dildo look so familiar ??

@dilftojiidk: if you can take that like a champ, let me gift you something even better

@463352cs: is that theblueeyedgoat’s dick ???

satoru closes the comment tab while groaning, before he’s getting numerous notifications from twitter of people tagging him under your page.

“@theblueeyedgoat, @freakenuinelyy/n is using a dildo that looks similar to your dick?!?!!”.

the parasocial subscribers are going crazy. but nothing’s crazier than the jealous pit lodged at the bottom of satoru’s stomach. the way he watches you dip the head of dildo near your entrance, and hears the way you whine at the first attempt to push it in? he’s losing it.

satoru didn’t expect to feel a sense of inferiority… no, he thought watching you struggle to take his dick would be the best thing life had to offer, but that was completely wrong. he’d made the the biggest mistake of his life. and now he’s stuck paying the price — watching you gain pleasure from something that he should’ve tasted for himself.

the camera is shaking as you’re pushing the tip of the dildo against your entrance, struggling to fit the silicone inside. it’s too big, and you can already feel the stretching burn every time you push it deeper.

you’re cursing under your breath, small whimpers falling from your lips as you go for another attempt. this time more assertive than last as you gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling the slow, aching burn stretch you open as the head finally disappears inside of you.

there’s a strained lump in your throat that makes you swallow down hard because there’s no way you’re taking satoru’s ‘dick’ right now, in-front of thousands of people. and within those thousands of people there’s a certain someone watching… locked in a campus bathroom stall with his pants dropped to his ankles and a hand desperately fisting at his cock.

he’s watching you fuck yourself with the dildo he made you — the dildo he replicated just for you and yet he’s gritting his teeth, and tightening his jaw out of pure jealousy.

the way you’re so visibly tight around the silicone. how your breathing staggers each time you push and pull another inch of the toy in and out of you. even how you’re able to accommodate the size of something that looked physically impossible to handle.

it should’ve been satoru inching his way into you — he should’ve been the one splitting you open on his cock. you were supposed to be the one clawing your nails into the flesh of his back, while he felt you struggle to take him as he cooed you through the pain of it all.

or… that’s what he thinks should’ve happened instead of gifting you that stupid, fucking dildo he’s basically been cucking himself with as he watched the way your hole devoured the silicone repeatedly through the screen. thinking about how warm, and tight your insides would be while milking his dick for all he’s worth before he’s shooting a heavy load into the palm of his hand with a desperate groan escaping his throat.

satoru watches as you’re still rearranging your insides on screen while he’s still pulsing out ropes of cum, before he’s opening the chat box again. this time tapping his fingers against his screen.

“theblueeyedgoat has tipped $2000.”

and there’s a message sent along with the donation.

“you’re taking me so good princess. think ya’ can handle the real thing too?”

lowkenuinely tagging the ppl who wanted a part two, hope you enjoy !! ᰔ : @therealkenzieeee , @m1lfl0verrr , @oidloid , @novxccaine , @meennish , @miacutiepatootie , @gojomio , @luvxpink , @eyekoniccs , @grandqueen1533 , @itsthegrabber , @lumiq-q ,

[veilist]

nsfw content mutual!satoru gojo who sends you a molded, replica dildo of his dick.

needless to say, you and satoru have been mutuals on the nsfw side of twitter for a while now. the two of you practically started your accounts around the same time — just two young amateurs trying to make it big.

and eventually it happened. you were able to build a fanbase, though your subscribers were hyper-obsessed with the relationship between you and satoru. the two of you are always flirting back and forth on the for you page, even going as far to comment under each other’s videos for shits and giggles.

‘big dick is back in town.’ satoru would title above the video of him sitting in front of his camera, slouched in the gaming chair with his thighs splayed out exposing his beautifully sculpted dick pressed against his abs. he’s just gotten back from his hiatus as the post skyrockets in views from his rightful return.

you’re lying in bed, finger pads tapping away on your phone as you comment under his video. ‘you mean my town, right?’ you send, and within seconds satoru’s replying to your comment.

@theblueeyedgoat: yeah, but also another town if you know what i mean … @freakenuinelyy/n: ??? what other town if not mine @theblueeyedgoat: POUNDTOWNN 😼😼💪🏻

such a joke that could only be achieved by gojo satoru himself, but little did he know that people would begin to ship him with you. resulting in his fans migrating to your page to raid your comments with, ‘collab’, ‘are you and goat dating?’, ‘is there a joint account?’, and millions more. you could honestly say that his audience was yours, and your audience was his.

you’d be lying if you said that you’ve never thought of satoru in such an inappropriate manner, to be honest who wouldn’t? he’s got the ideal body you’ve daydreamed about, the charismatic personality and a gorgeous fucking face to match it. it’s almost annoying really.

but what’s really annoying is the fact that he lives overseas in japan — meaning that if you two ever did want to collaborate you’d be traveling miles away from home just to have sex.

“i could always fly out to you.” satoru suggests over face-time, his camera constantly moving because he can’t stand still as he walks around with his phone. “i mean, logically yeah but it’s not that deep.” you respond with your eyes fixated on the screen before satoru’s rapidly pulling his phone towards his face. “what do you mean it’s not that deep?!” he softly pouts, as if this situation was something serious.

you let out an unbelievable laugh. “i’m saying that it’s not worth you flying over here just for sex.” you specify as his pout deepens even more. “i don’t have to travel there just for sex, what if i just wanted to hang out with you.” he says, blue eyes peering at you through the screen.

there’s a brief pause as you think on it. “then yeah, i guess that’s fine as long as you bring me a souvenir since i’ve never been to japan.” you raise up a hand, holding your pointer finger up with a bright smile.

“a souvenir you say?” satoru repeats slowly, as his childish pout disappears once he hears the words he wants to hear. “a souvenir from japan??!” he grins mischievously, as he watches you nod. “i’ve got a perfect souvenir for you!”

little did you know that two weeks from now you’d be getting a package with a japanese address on it, and there’s only one person it could be sent from — gojo satoru. you open the box carefully, pulling the folds apart before seeing another box, though much smaller with a letter on top of it.

“message me when you’ve received it. it’s a souvenir homemade authentically from japan — love toru ( ^ω^ ).”

you’re reaching for the smaller box, tearing it apart as styrofoam wraps around the edges. you’re pulling the safety cover off to be met with a translucent, pink siliconed dildo. roughly thick in girth, there’s a prominent vein running down the bottom of the shaft and a gorgeous mushroom-shaped tip which looks awfully similar to his.

there’s absolutely no way satoru sent you a replicated mold of his dick. you’re speed-dialing his phone as you hold the shape of his dick in your hand as he answers the phone almost instantly.

“moshi moshiiii.” you could hear his stupid grin through the phone. “satoru what kinda souvenir is this?” you ask stunned and in disbelief as he cracks a laugh. “it’s the souvenir you ask for— personally made by yours truly.” he replies proud of himself.

you’re truly at a loss for words. “i don’t know what possessed you to send this, but you should’ve saved your money.” you said, fully taking in the size of the dildo.

“no, it’s for you.” he replies, “to y’know, prepare yourself for whenever we hang out and… do it.” his voice quiets towards the end of his sentence. “plus! i wanna see you use it, if you don’t mind.” he says softly, hoping that you’d say yes, before he’s frowning at your answer.

“absolutely not.” you reply blatantly.

part two here

[arminslutss]

STUDIOUS - A. ARLERT

Summary: Armin Arlert- your trusted tutor and close friend. When you go to his dorm for another tutoring session, you find out he’s done a little too much studying of the female anatomy.

Content: nerd!armin, smut, virgin!armin, p in v penetration, no use of condom, not proofread

“Hey. You did really well today.” Armin whispered, hand gently rubbing your shoulder.

Face wet with tears, you muster a smile and turn your head to look at him. God, this was embarrassing. Absolutely losing your shit over math? In front of your cute tutor?

“Don’t feel embarrassed.” Armin adds, like he was reading your mind. “Everyone has their academic struggles. Math can be hard, I get it.”

Liar.

There was no way Armin had ever struggled with math as much as you have. After all, he’s tutoring you in it.

“Yeah. Thanks, Armin.” You wipe your face with the back of your hand, closing your laptop and book, packing them away in your bag.

It wasn’t his fault, but Armin felt horrible. As your tutor and friend, he was willing to do whatever possible to make sure you understand the concepts.

Armin stands up with you, catching your hand before you leave. “Hold on.”

You stop, turning to back to Armin. “Hm?”

“Listen, why don’t you, um… come to my dorm tomorrow? Eren is going to be out with Mikasa all night, so we’ll have privacy for more tutoring.”

After taking a moment to consider Armin’s offer, you nod. “Fine with me. I have some other work I need to finish, though. Is seven okay?”

Armin nods, letting go of your hand so you could get on your way. “Yeah, that’s alright!”

You smile at him again, giving Armin a small wave before leaving the library. He returned the gesture before sitting back down, already thinking about tomorrow night.

You had been over to Armin’s dorm before, so there was nothing different about it this time around.

Armin didn’t remember feeling this jittery about it, though.

“Sasha,” you look over at your best friend, who is sprawled on her bed, lazily typing something. “Can we move our boardwalk night to the one after tomorrow?”

Sasha looks over at you, brow raised. “Depends on why we have to.”

“It’s because I’m going to Armin’s dorm tomorrow night for more tutoring.” This catches Sasha’s attention - she’s sitting up now.

“Oooh, a date? It’s about time.” She giggles. A look of confusion flashed across your face. You walk over to your bed, unpacking your backpack.

“What do you mean by that?” Sasha gets up, going over to you and grabbing your shoulders from behind.

“I mean,” she starts, smirk getting wider. “I see how you two interact, and I see this trope playing out. Starts as your cute, smart tutor, you guys become friends…”

Rolling your eyes, you turn to face her. “Whatever you’re thinking will not happen. I can think someone is on the better-looking side without liking them.”

Sasha shrugs, returning to her bed. “Think what you want.”

You scoff, climbing up into your own bed for a quick power nap; but Sasha’s words lingered in the back of your mind as you drifted off.

“So, how much time will you need for tutoring and fucking?” Eren teases. Armin turns to face him, looking almost horrified.

“Eren! T-that’s not what’s going to happen! She just needs more tutoring, that’s all!”

Eren chuckles, tossing his head back. “I think I know what you’re tutoring her in.” Armin’s face is bright red now, and he’s looking down at the floor.

“Seriously, though. Mikasa and I leave at 6:30, and as much as I love her, her social battery can drain pretty quickly depending on the day. So, how long will you two need?”

Armin looks up, taking a second to think. “Uh… until 9:30?” It sounds more like a question than an answer.

“I’ll stay out of your way until 10.” Eren gives Armin a small punch on the shoulder.

“Quick lesson time, Armin. Always be respectful, give her whatever she needs, and immediately back off and ask if she’s okay if she looks uncomfortable.”

“I’d do all that in the first place.” Armin mutters, slowly starting to get annoyed.

“Oh, one more thing.” Eren reached into his desk for something, grinning. “Take this.”

He grabs Armin’s hand, pushing something small into it. One glance and Armin knows it’s a condom.

“What the hell, Eren.” He’s back to blushing now, but he doesn’t give the condom back.

“Hopefully it fits. Always use one of those, though. Lifesavers.”

“Do me a favor and don’t delve into your sex life with Mikasa for me.”

Eren looks offended, as if Armin were losing a once-in-a-lifetime lesson by not letting him talk anymore. Armin shoves the condom into his backpack, muttering something about ‘keeping Eren’s words in mind’.

Armin’s nerves are shooting through the roof all of the next day, only worsening when it hit two minutes past seven and you hadn’t knocked on his door yet.

He fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt, replaying Eren’s words from the evening before. The condom he was gifted still sat in his backpack, which was neatly tucked next to his desk.

Then you knocked.

Armin hurried over to the door, calming down when he was met with the sight of your smiling, kind face.

“Hey, Armin. Thanks for this, you really didn’t have to.”

Stepping into his dorm, you take off your shoes, looking around. Armin’s side was evident - anime and video game posters covered the wall.

“Don’t worry about it. You can come to me any time.” Armin ushered around, pulling the chair from Eren’s desk and sitting it next to his own. “Have a seat. Do you have your book?”

You nod, sitting down and flipping open to the page you were studying yesterday.

Armin's steady finger slowly moved across the textbook, pointing out key words and example equations. Your eyes were hardly ever on the pages; instead, they were focused on Armin's face.

His glasses drooping down to the tip of his nose, his blonde hair falling perfectly around his face, pink lips gently uttering words that didn't even process in your mind.

Armin paused, looking over at your transfixed expression.

"Are you alright?"

You blink, sitting up straighter in a flash. "Oh, yeah. Hey, Armin, why don't we, uh... pause?"

Armin raises an eyebrow, eyes curious. "Pause? We just started."

Instead of answering, you think back to yesterday's encounter with Sasha. Perhaps you could turn this into a date; even you couldn't deny the attraction and respect you held for Armin.

That's why your lips were on his before you had a second to think.

Armin's body froze up--were you seriously doing this?

Closing his eyes, Armin leaned forwards, pressing his lips deeper into your own, the flavor of your sweet chapstick making its way to his tastebuds.

You pull away just as your tongues fully intertwine, noticing the way Armin's face immediately dropped.

"Can we go to your bed? This chair is hurting my back."

You didn't have to tell him twice. Armin pulled you up, dragging you both on top of his mattress.

In the midst of sloppy kisses, clothes are ripped off and tossed onto the floor without a single care. Armin’s hands roam up your bare back, holding you steady to keep kissing him, your hard nipples pressing against his chest only feeding his growing erection.

Pulling away for breath, you look down at his bright, blushing face. “Are you a virgin, Armin?”

His face grows hotter, and he nods, clearly embarrassed.

“Don’t be ashamed.” You giggle, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from his eye. “I still would be too if it wasn’t for a stupid decision I made a few years ago.”

Sitting up, you tug at the waistband of his boxers. “What do you say we take these off?”

Armin’s expression is a mixture of arousal, shock, and nervousness. He nods again, but stops before you can take them off.

“W-wait! I have to get something.” He mumbles, getting out of bed to go over to his backpack, grabbing the condom Eren had given him. You let out an amused laugh, recognizing the metallic wrapper.

“You came prepared, huh? You knew this would happen?”

Armin waves his hands in front of him, condom clutched between this thumb and palm. “No, I swear! This was Eren’s stupid idea, he gave it to me…”

“I see.” You notice Armin tentatively pulling down his boxers, hands shaky.

His cock sprang free, pretty and leaky; you almost drooled at the sight of his pink tip covered in precum.

Stretching your legs straight, you slide your own panties off, pussy half-visible to Armin, and you swear you see his cock grow. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

Armin shuffles back onto the bed, ripping the condom open, silently praying that it would fit, that he and Eren were close in size.

“I’m on the pill.” You blurt out. It was the truth, but you were also dying to feel Armin raw inside of you.

Armin pauses. “But shouldn’t we still…?” All it takes is for him to see you shake your head no for him to drop the condom to the ground.

He pulls you under him, somewhat confident for a virgin.

Armin’s trembling hands reach for your thighs, spreading them open for him to take a look. It seemed pretty similar to the female sexual diagrams he has studied before you came over, except your pussy looked ten times better.

He’s salivating at the view in front of him, now nothing but desperate to get balls deep into your pussy.

“Do you know where to go?” You let Armin lift your legs up higher.

He nods. “I’ve done my studying.” Even though he was quite shy about admitting the research he had done, Armin sure wasn’t ashamed.

“Really?” You wouldn’t be surprised if Armin was telling the truth. The way he slung your legs over his shoulders to correctly position himself was big enough of a hint.

With a shaky breath, Armin positioned himself at your entrance, wet tip prodding your hole. As long as he didn’t cum quick, everything would be okay; but that was much easier said than done.

He almost loses it the second you took him in past his tip, your pretty pussy squeezing him just right. Armin’s hips stuttered at the new sensations, his body practically screaming that he was a virgin.

“Take your time.” You whisper, a small whimper falling from your lips when he continues to push forwards.

Armin settles once he’s all the way inside your walls, long dick filling up every bit of space you had. His hips roll in small, calculated movements, testing the waters to see how long he could hold out.

It’s been a long time since then.

Sweat drips from Armin’s forehead onto your skin, your cunt stuffed full of his loads.

Armin didn’t know how to use his dick, not until the raw, animalistic instincts of sex kicked in.

Now he was pounding relentlessly into your sore pussy, pretty moans and whimpers mixed in with the lewd sounds of sex.

“Ah, A-Armin!” You cry out, eyes shut tight, back arching up off the mattress. His glasses were long strewn aside, but his blurry vision was still carefully fixated on your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust.

Armin pulls out and shoved his cock back in, tip hitting right up against your sweet spot, drawing you closer to release.

You’ve lost count of how many times you and Armin had both came. Four? Five? It didn’t matter. He was fucking you so good, you were seeing stars.

“I’m gonna c-cum!” Armin moans out, hips moving at a sloppy, fast pace, slapping against your own.

Cum squirted out of the sides of your hole each time Armin thrusted back in, the slick mess coating his dick making it harder to keep steady.

Reaching down, you massage your clit, sending you over the edge once again.

Clamping down hard on his cock, you cum hard, more of your sticky liquid coating his dick, a frothy ring of white forming around his base.

“Oh my god!” Armin gives one final, hard thrust into your pussy, shooting another fat load of cum into your hole. He pulls out, finally spent from all the fucking.

Armin lowers your legs, keeping them spread so he could take two thumbs and open the folds of your pussy, watching stupid amounts of cum drip out on onto the blankets.

He runs a thumb up your sensitive slit, listening to your whimpers as he does.

Licking his thumb clean, Armin takes a second to savor your sweet taste. “You taste delicious.”

“T-thank you.” You hand Armin his glasses.

This is the first time he’s seeing you clearly—your chest rapidly rising and falling, the cum seeping from your folds, the rosy tint on your cheeks. The sight is ethereal.

Armin collapses next to you, completely and utterly fucked out from your elongated session of intimacy, his body still shaking. Slowly, you turn your head to him, ready to ask the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind.

“Armin, are you sure you were a virgin?”

[arminslutss]

Trying to keep Armin Arlert quiet in the library ୨ ♡ ୧

“Armin!” You whisper-yell into his ear, nervously looking around the little secluded corner of the library you were in.

“You need to lower your voice.” Armin had needed a break from studying, and swore he would be able to keep quiet if you rode him, to which you believed.

What a stupid decision.

Armin was never quiet when you two had sex, doesn’t matter where, when, or what position. Public sex is both nearly impossible and incredibly risky when it comes to him; neither of you were trying to get caught and charged for public indecency.

His cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, and you rocked your body forwards again, slow and cautious. Armin let out a high-pitched whine, covering his mouth with his own hand.

“S-sorry…” his apology was muffled, eyes closed tight. Armin swore if you moved just one more time he would cum right then and there.

Hands resting on Armin’s shoulders, you moved again, biting down on your lower lip as the tip of his cock hit up against your g-spot.

Armin’s moans were so loud they surpassed his hand, his breathing growing more erratic the closer he got to cumming. Squeezing his dick, you let out an exasperated sigh.

“You better keep it down when you cum, baby.” Why you even bothered saying that, you truly didn’t know. It wouldn’t happen anyways.

Armin dug his hands into your waist as he rutted up into your pussy with low whines, tossing his head back, one final thrust upwards sending him over the edge.

He came with a loud, low moan, cheeks turning a bright red once he realized how loud he was. Your eyes went wide - someone had to have heard you, and with your cunt stuffed full, you weren’t in a position to make a run for it.

Slowly, you raised yourself off Armin’s dick, looking over at his spent body. “Armin, get up.”

You slide your panties back on, the fabric soaking up Armin’s cum, which was slowly rolling down your thighs.

Footsteps.

Your heart dropped, and it was now that Armin decided to snap back into it, sitting up and realizing his cock was still out of his jeans.

You were both completely, utterly fucked.

[mindawn]

౨ৎ how to cum: 101! (an unnecessary course) w/ 𝓪𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝓪𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 (mdni!)

【 armin arlert is an absolute loser. everyone knows that. his friends know it, you know it—hell, even he knows it. he always has his back hunched over some book on marine biology. he avoids eye contact like the plague. he’s just… there.

you, on the other hand, are a fucking goddess. everyone on campus knows of your existence, of your flawless beauty, of your consistently breathtaking appearance.

armin isn’t stupid (he’s actually quite far from reaching idiocy, by the way). he knows that you’re about forty leagues away. he knows that you’re the most sought after person in this university. he understands that, but awareness doesn’t automatically equal enlightenment.

and so, with a little bit of courage, he starts to make himself known to you.

it’s simple at first, a small smile when you enter the few classes you two share. then he moves onto tiny waves once you start acknowledging him. barely noticeable, but you notice. it stayed like that for about a week. simple, small, easy, not-very-intimidating gestures. and you played along. you would return the smiles, wave back, whatever.

until you decided to approach him. it was at the end of some unimportant (even though it’s probably incredibly relevant) class. you didn’t bother listening to a single word your professor spoke. you had your eyes set on him.

having already made a plan in your head, you walked over, hips swaying just enough to seem like you weren’t actively trying to seduce him.

“hi! you’re armin, right?” you asked, voice dripping with honey. when he looked up, you could tell exactly when his breath hitched. your smile grew, already feeling the warmth of success in your veins. “i was just wondering if i could get your number?”

the second you said wondering, he was already preparing for either a humiliation ritual or heaven. but once you said number, as in phone number, as in you wanted to talk to him? his eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as he processed your words. you, yes you, wanted to…

“i… uhm, yeah, i can type it in or something…” armin mentally cursed himself for sounding so unenthusiastic—and more than that, nervous—but when you seemed to grow even happier, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief. as you fished your phone out of your purse, he kept wondering when you noticed him.

“i’ve seen you in the library. you’re always wandering over to the philosophy section. you really like those greek guys, huh?” you giggled, seeing the tips of his ears turn pink. did he really just say that out loud? you didn’t let the embarrassment get to him, holding out your phone for him to take.

the rest of that encounter was a blur, all he can remember is your shining lip gloss and strawberry scent. he vaguely recalls you calling out something about texting him later. but none of that really matters. all that matters is the fact that he actually did it.

he got you, the most stunning woman he’d ever seen, to notice him. and more than that, he didn’t even have to try that hard. it was almost like you were the one plotting on him!

when you said later, armin automatically assumed you meant whenever you remembered him. he still saw himself as an afterthought, even though your kind voice still echoed in his memory. but apparently, later actually meant 4 p.m.

[name]: hiiii armin!!

you: hi [name]! it’s good to hear from you :)

[name]: omg yay i wasn’t expecting you to text back so fast :O

[name]: alsooo do you think you can help me w something sometime this week? i just can’t figure it out on my own and i figured i should ask the smartest person i know

you: oh yeah, of course! whenever you have time, i’ll probably be available!

at the time, armin was entirely oblivious to whatever the something was. he assumed it would be a math assignment, or maybe something to do with the poetry class he knew you were in from jean.

out of all things it possibly could’ve been, he expected virtually everything besides this.

“you… what?” armin swallowed the lump in his throat. he was sitting cross legged on your bed, watching you with a nervous gaze.

“yeah!” you replied, all too cheerfully. “i just figured since you’re so smart, you could help me! plus, aren’t you pretty good at anatomy?”

the words coming out of your mouth weren’t inherently sinister. but your tone, paired with your earlier statement, made the situation so sultry. “you don’t have to, though. i can probably find something online, or maybe i could ask jean—”

“i’ll do it!” he blurted out. he could feel his face flush red with your eyes locked on him, even though he was staring at your hello kitty blanket under him. “i’ll try my best to… help you cum.”

that’s how armin ended up under you as you bounced on his cock. there were little opportunities to doubt himself as you essentially pounced on him. you could tell he wouldn’t be small, but you definitely didn’t expect him to be packing.

“holy shit,” you had gasped. “you’re fucking huge.”

if he was starting to feel confident before, he felt more sure than ever now. he watched your tits bounce, directly in front of his face, yet he was still scared to touch. immediately after he started thinking about reaching out, as if you could read his mind, you grabbed one of his hands off your waist and placed it to cup your boob. he whimpered at the warmth of your chest, glasses fogging up.

“f-feels s’good,” armin whined. he was starting to gain confidence in his actions, leaning up slightly to wrap his lips around your nipple.

you moaned, borderline pornographically, at the sudden wetness of his mouth against your skin. he took that as encouragement, sucking and drooling all over you. you barely noticed it when your hips started to stutter, but armin did.

“are you close?” he asked, whimpers starting to catch in his throat. when you nodded, he whispered something you almost didn’t catch.

“am i being a good boy?”

he didn’t think you possibly could’ve heard it (especially not over how vocal the both of you were being), but your response almost made him cum by itself. “yes! fuuuck, being such a good boy for me!”

his whimpers increased tenfold. when your hips rolled too good, he moaned, particularly loud and desperate.

“‘m so close! please, i need to cum!”

“not yet—ah!—wait,” it was almost impossible to understand you but he got the message.

armin was trying. he really was. but his patience was growing thinner by the second. without thinking, he thrusted up. he needed to make you cum—needed to make you feel as good as you made him feel. it seemed to be working, as your mindless babbling became more incomprehensible.

“g-gonna cum,” you warned, but all he heard was permission to finally let go. both of your orgasms came crashing down, white hot pleasure blurring your vision as you collapsed onto armin’s chest.

you were still worked up, but hearing his heartbeat helped to cool you down. you heard a small laugh bubbling up, looking up.

“you didn’t need my help to cum, huh?”

“nope. i just really, really, wanted to fuck you.” 】

𝓭𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 notes !

DEBUT POSTTT yay ^_^ (there’s so much more to come btw) (already working on art major jean shenanigans…) (nerdmin will be elaborated on!!!)

my first time posting on tumblr and i’m acting like it’s my first day of kindergartenHaha

trying my very best to not continue rereading this bc i hate it more and more every time </33

[vnpyy]

is it still me that makes you sweat?

nerd! armin x reader (nsfw)

tags: college au, f/m, tongue piercing, semi-public sex, oral fixation library sex, edging, nipple piercing, dry humping, virgin, smut with plot, dirty talk, nipple play, making out, soft dom/sub, 18+, whimpering

The fall semester is nearing its end, and the only thing you’ve been up to is finals, of course. However, there’s somebody else who has piqued your interest lately at the library where you’ve been studying…

Armin Arlert, the library assistant at your college.

Every time you pop into the library for a long study session alone, you constantly manage to grab his attention.

Maybe it’s because of how put-together you always are? Or how good you look in those tiny skirts you wear from time to time?

You’ve had many interactions with him: when you need help finding a book on the subject you’re learning about, or with a question you’re struggling with, somehow he’s always there whenever you need him. You find it cute. Even though he seems somewhat reserved whenever he’s around you. Then again, both of you are somewhat strangers to other. Sometimes you wish it could be more than that…

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“I need to stop procrastinating and finish this damn essay for psych,” you said, heaving a sigh.

“Why don’t you head over to the library instead of staying in the dorm with me and Sasha?" Mikasa offers as she cleans up around the dorm you share. “Plus, once you’re done, we can all have movie night together! I’m dying to have one again,” Sasha chimes in, agreeing with Mikasa.

“Yeah, you’re right. I was thinking about going out in a bit. I just wanna get ready before I go,” you say as you slowly head to the bathroom to touch up your makeup and find a cute outfit to put on.

“Getting ready for the library, I see? Is there somebody specific you’re hoping to see hm?” Mikasa giggles, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of you.

“Maybe y/n is going to pay Armin a little visit,” Sasha teases, giggling with Mikasa.

You froze for a second, thinking about how you’ve been caught…

“How do you guys know me so well,” you sighed in disbelief. Mikasa and Sasha always know when you’re up to something. Maybe Armin has mentioned you when they all hang out… I mean, they’ve all been good friends for years. I’m sure you get brought up from time to time..

“Well, don’t go doing anything stupid. You need to get your finals done, deadlines are approaching way too fast,” Mikasa scolds you a bit for not being on track with your academics.

“I know, I know. I will,” you sigh loudly enough for everyone to hear. You finished getting ready to head out, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. “I’m gonna head out now, see you later, guys. I’ll send a text in the group chat if I’m coming back late.” Mikasa nods, and Sasha blows you a kiss goodbye, wishing you well on your studies as you hurry out the door.

You finally made it to the library after you grabbed a coffee and a sweet treat, so you’re motivated enough to write your essay.

As you approach the building, you’re eager to see if the blondie is on his shift. Maybe he’s just as eager to see you, too? You shrug away the thought as you enter the building through those heavy wooden doors.

Finally, you enter the library, inhaling the smell of still air and old books. You take the elevator to go to on 5th floor of the library.

…

*ding* you’re here

Stepping out of the elevator, you sigh in relief at how very few people are on this floor. You walk around, looking at shelves upon shelves of books as you look for a secluded place to do your work.

While looking for a spot, you suddenly catch a glimpse of the very person you hoped to see.

His beautiful blonde hair was hard to miss; those sweet blue eyes that make your heart flutter every time he stares at you a little too long, glasses that slide down his nose when he looks down at you. There was no doubt about it. He was already staring at you the moment he noticed you were here.

He smiled when he saw you, waving slightly. Both of you make quick but heavy eye contact with one another. Before you could break eye contact with him, he says, “Let me know if you need help with anything. I’ll be happy to help.” You blush at his kindness but quickly nod and thank him as he goes back to stacking books up on the shelf.

You continue walking and find a seat close enough to be able find him if you needed to. You set everything down on the table, sipping your cup of coffee and resting a bit before you started working. Eventually, you pull out your laptop and notebooks, getting comfortable and ready to start working when you realize, “shit… I forgot my textbook.” You suddenly recall that you left it on your desk in your bedroom, frustrated at the thought since you need it to write your psych essay.

Maybe Armin can help me… You smile at the thought of him helping you out. Eager to find him, you slowly get up, pulling yourself together while you make your way through the narrow walls of bookshelves, hoping to find him, and you eventually do. You find him near the back; the walls of bookshelves tower over both of you.

There he is…You found him organizing more stacks of books, immersed in his own world.

Before approaching him, you stop to admire him..

You don’t know why, but there’s just something about him that you can’t seem to resist, like a moth attracted to the light. You continue walking closer to him.

“Hey Armin, is there any way you guys happen to have this psych textbook? I desperately need it for my essay that’s due on Friday,” you asked.

He startles and quickly turns to you, immediately recognizing your voice. “Uh- y-yeah, yeah! I definitely have it. What was the name of the textbook again?” he stutters, eyes lowered while trying not to make too much eye contact with you. You quickly tell him the name of the book you’re looking for.

"I believe it should be around here… you can follow me,” he says as you continue to thank him for helping you out, which managed to crack a cute smile from him. “The book should be here somewhere…” He ran his slender fingers along the spines of each book he looked through. At last, he does find it and hands it over to you, giving you a small smile. Before you can say anything, he suddenly decides to asks you something.

“By the way, your name is y/n right? Sorry I know that was out of the blue,” he quickly looks down at his feet out of nervousness, hoping you don’t notice. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of him saying your name. After all, you do have mutual friends, yet you’re intrigued who told him about you...

“Yeah it is. Who told you that?” you shoot him a snarky grin as he stammers to explain himself. “Eren actually told me since you dorm with his girlfriend Mikasa. We’re all pretty close friends and I’ve always seen you around a lot, so I just wanted to know…”he starts rambling in an attempt to reassure you so he doesn’t come off as a perv somehow.

You giggle at what he says. Seeing just how flushed he gets when he talks to you, you can’t help but want to tease him more. “Honestly I wanted to get to know you too. I mean… I see the way you stare at me,” you say as you slowly move closer to him.

He realizes what you’re doing and clenches his jaw as he looks you up and down. You see the way his eyes drop down directly at your chest for a moment, lingering before they snap back up to your face. Can you blame him though? You were wearing a low-cut long sleeve top, with no bra underneath as your nipple piercings peaked through your tight fitting top.

He can’t help the fact that his dick twitches at the thought of being this close to you. The air suddenly feels thick and heavy around you, and he’s trying so hard to keep his composure but the way you look at him makes it all that more difficult… you want him and he knows that.

You can’t help but be a bit bold. “Would you want my number? I think you can get good use out of it, no?” you hummed to yourself. He was not expecting that… He looks dumbfounded at what you said, feeling flabbergasted at how blunt you are. He slowly nods his head, not knowing what to say he blurts out, “y-yeah of course.” He shakily hands you his phone. Putting your digits in, you swiftly hand the phone back to him. His fingers accidentally brushed against yours.

You both don’t say anything for a while; just taking each other in for a moment. The tension between you is unbearable. Armin stands there stiff as wood, trying to figure out what to say to you next, but you quickly say something first to break the silence.

“Well I really should get back to my work. Maybe you can find me again once your shift is over?” you grin, waiting for his response.

“Yeah I get off in about an hour so maybe you can use some help, i-if you would like that. I believe I’ve taken the class before too,” he says while trying to keep his cool. Knowing me, I need all the help I can get. You sigh in relief, nodding at his offer.

“Thenn I’ll see you later okay?” winking at him as you slowly turn and walk back to your seat.

“Fuck me…”Armin mumbles lowly under his breath while watching you walk away, getting a good look at the tiny black miniskirt you happen to be wearing. He can’t help but wonder if you’re the slutty type or if you wear a thong underneath your skirts… Pervert. He shrugs his dirty thoughts away and goes back to his work.

You return to where you left your stuff. Finally, you take a seat, trying to concentrate on your essay, but you can’t seem to get him off your mind. I wonder if he’ll actually help me, you think to yourself as you work on your essay.

Before you realize it, two hours have gone by.

It’s 7:00 pm on the dot, and the 5th floor is completely empty by now. You decide to text the group chat you have with the girls.

You: Guys, I’m still at the library I think I’m gonna be here until it closes, it feels like..

Sasha: Nooo we were hoping you could have dinner with us :((

You: I wish but I have 2 more pages to go babes

Mikasa: I’ll save you a plate so you have dinner to enjoy when you get home <3

Sasha: Aw okay we’ll miss you now go finish that essay !

You: Ily both i’ll catch you guys later :3

As you put your phone away, guess who finally shows up?

It’s Armin, of course. As soon as you see him, you give him a gesture to come over. He notices you as he begins to walk towards you. He’s finally off his shift. In his comfortable clothes, you can’t help but stare at him. He quickly notices, making him nervous as he approaches the seat next to you. Quite bold of him.

“Hey y/n, how’s the essay coming along?” he takes a seat, trying not to make eye contact with you as he starts making himself comfortable, pulling out his laptop and his notes. “I’m telling you this is literally torture. How am I supposed to finish a 6-page essay in two days?” you complained. Felt like the exhaustion from all the stress during finals week has gotten to you.

“It’s doable, but at least I can help you out. Can I take a look?” he asks. You move your laptop so he can see what you’ve written so far, without realizing he gets significantly closer to you to get a better look. You feel his knee bump into yours. That’s when he realizes how close he was to you. “O-oh sorry, am I too close?” he asks, ears turning red from embarrassment. “Get closer if you want,” you say, slightly flustered.

As you say that, he leans slightly closer to you, his body reacting first before his mind does. At this closeness, he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume on your neck. It kinda smells like cherries, he thinks to himself. God, he can’t get enough of you. He wants you on him.

The sexual tension between you two gets stronger; it’s just you and him in the library. Forget your essay. It’s such a perfect time for one of you to make a move on the other. Pausing for a moment, you look up at him. “Armin… have you ever kissed anyone before?”

His breath hitched at your words. “N-no, I actually haven’t done anything like that with anyone before,” he replies. “Really…? Not even a little peck?” you teased him. He quickly shook his head no. All he could focus on was the way you’re looking at him.

“Then… can I be your first?” you ask, failing not to burn up at your own words. He freezes for a moment. “I-I mean.. how can I say no to you?” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. You gently grab his face while staring into his pretty eyes. “Just follow my lead, okay?” you whispered into his ear. He nods. Tilting his head, he’s leaning towards you. Your lips softly brush together, kissing him ever so slowly but desperately. He already lost his composure when you pressed your lips against his. He’s been wanting this for so long.

Armin is a fast learner, though. He’s doing such a good job mirroring your movements to the point where you started wondering if he’d actually done this before… Gaining more confidence, he slowly starts to swirl his tongue around yours, and you feel the slight pressure of his tongue piercing. Oh? It surprised you, the fact that he has one.

Your heart is racing, and you can’t help but crave more. The kiss is getting more intense as he slowly slides his hand onto your thigh, caressing it ever so lightly. You moaned in his mouth, pressing your thighs together from how good he makes you feel. Fuck. If he wasn’t already hard now… he thought, while he breaks apart from the kiss, letting you catch your breath.

He was still grabbing your thigh. “Didn’t expect you to have a tongue piercing,” you said softly as a small smile touched your lips. “Y-yeah.. I kinda forgot to mention that. I hope that wasn’t weird for you.” He swallows hard, throat feeling dry, trying to regain some composure as his hand lets go of your thigh. “No, I enjoyed it. It was really hot,” you murmured slightly, getting close to him again. You put your hand on his chest, gliding it lower and reaching for his crotch. Feeling how hard he is, you gasped quietly.

Armin tilts his head back, letting out a low whine just from your touch. Fuck. He’s so hard it hurts… He clenches his jaw tightly, teeth grinding against each other, thinking about all the things he can do to you while no one’s watching. It’s exactly what he needs to relieve himself. You can’t help but bite your lip, showing him how badly you want it. “You’re such a virgin Armin, it’s cute. Do you want to keep going?” you asked, continuing to palm his erection.

“Yes. Please y/n,” he says as he bites back a moan. With that, you make your move, fixing your bunched-up miniskirt as you slowly get up from your seat. He definitely caught a glimpse of your underwear. “Lace panties? How fitting…” he cooed. Your face turns red at his remark. “You’re such a pervert.” He leans back in his seat, spreading his legs out just a bit. He feels his pants tightening even more at the pretty view in front of him. Armin reaches his hand out for you, and you’re surprised at him taking the lead. You grab his hand, and he’s pulling you straight into his lap.

You’re flustered when he sets you down on top of him, grabbing your waist softly. Immediately feeling his bulge now directly on your cunt, you can’t help but start grinding back and forth on him. Gasps and moans slowly leave your mouth. “You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to do this with you,” he whispered. A sudden neediness fills his voice as his hips try to match your pace. He feels how wet you are for him.

Oh fuck. He can cum just by doing this. If you keep going any longer, he might just…

On queue, you slowly stop bucking your hips onto him, almost like you read his mind. “Armin… I don’t want you to cum just yet,” you said coyly. He throws his head back, feeling breathless. “Please, y/n I’ll do anything,” staring at you so desperately with those pretty eyes. “Anything…?” Your adrenaline kicks in a little, continuing the deep eye contact you both make with one another. “You should kiss me slowly down my neck, then you can go from there,” you say in a haze.

“L-like this?” Firmly grabbing your waist, he leans closer, starting to kiss the top of your neck. Not knowing what he’s really doing, he slowly goes lower and lower, nibbling your skin ever so gently, letting out faint moans. “You’re doing so well Armin… you want me to take my top off for you?” you say teasingly as you bite your lip. Without hesitation, he’s already lifting your top off, desperately wanting to see how hot nipple piercings look on you. “Fuck y/n. How do you keep getting hotter,” he murmurs, already grabbing your tits with the cold touch of his hands.

His words send a tingle down your spine as he firmly gropes your chest. Seeing the glare in his eyes you he knows exactly what he wants to do with you. He shudders out a “Can I...?”

Tilting your head, you give him a sweet smirk.

“Go ahead, but... remember what I told you, okay?” He doesn’t even care if you won’t let him cum yet, he just wants to make you feel good..

He exhales, and before you know it, you feel him sinking his mouth in, feeling his tongue piercing glide over your nipple piercing. His tongue circles around it softly as he gropes the other tit.

The feeling makes you quiver, throwing your head back, and blurting out many moans that echo around the library.

Armin realizes how loud both of you have been. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, though..

“If you’re too loud, we might get caught,” he says between heavy breaths. You can’t help but whine in annoyance. “I hope we get caught so everyone can see how desperate you are to get your dick wet,” you say, biting back a moan as you start rolling your cunt over his hard erection again.

He can feel how wet you are against him through the fabric of your underwear. Armin jolts a little as he hears what you said.

“Y/n, please. You’re gonna make me cum and I’m not even inside you..” he whines. Seeing the desperation in his eyes

The way he’s looking at you is mesmerizing, observing his desire for you

You can’t help but give in. How could you not?

You let him know you’re giving in by slowly smirking at him

He starts grabbing onto you waist again moving your hips up and down rubbing against his cock, his pace gets faster and faster

Leaning towards him now kissing him up his neck, slightly biting his collarbone, leaving him all red

Letting desperate whines from his mouth, he breathes out “ Mmph just like that y/n,” he murmured

You remain calm while continuing to kiss him, leaving a few hickey marks on his neck. His groaning is growing louder and more needy

Armin is not lasting another second of this feeling, his vision fading..

“fuck, I can’t— I-I’m almost-” inhaling sharply, bucking your hips down one last time before he releases, he cums fucking hard. His body jolts harshly from the intensity of his orgasm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as a string of moans leaves his mouth. The sight of him like this makes you cry out, reaching your peak. All you can hear is the sounds of your breathing as you come down from your high.

Armin feels his body limp, hair sticks to his forehead from all the sweating. After catching your breath, you feel a wet spot underneath you, realizing you made a mess in his pants and realizing what he just did.

You stop to look back up at him, arching your back lightly as you feel the pool of wetness under you. "armin, did you just cum? I guess you really are a virgin," you tease him.

"Shitt," he says, deeply gasping for air. You lean towards him, putting your head on his chest. As you both try to catch your breath, exhausted, you say, "We should do more of these study sessions. I have a thing or two I can teach you." You giggle, and his face turns red from embarrassment. Soon after you say those words, you both hear an unexpected *ding* from the elevator.

Hearing someone walking inside the building, both of you freeze in place, staring at each other. Remembering you're still in the library, you both realize you aren't alone anymore..

Oh god, if anyone sees you both as a hot mess and you on Armin's lap, both of you are done for. You swiftly hop off his lap, pulling your top back on, fixing your lifted miniskirt. As you do, you finally get a good look at the mess you made all over his pants.

You turn your head away, noticing he was also staring down at his pants.

You sit back down next to him, keeping your composure as he leans back in his chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead, fixing his messy hair, and cleaning off his glasses. You can help but stare, seeing how good he looks after practically ruining him.

"Should we get back to working on your essay?" he whispers, giving u a soft smile.

…

notes: I hope you enjoyed! this is my first time writing something like this so lmk if should more like this

update 8/11: sorry for the long awaited update life has been ROUGH but thank you for all the support on my first fic recently uploaded a new work abt nerd armin & fratboy eren check it out if you enjoy this one <3

(crossposted on ao3)

[masvrecords]

𝒢𑄺 — using megumi's dick until he's crying

your boyfriend —soon to be husband— absolutely hates looking vulnerable in bed. he much prefers to be the one guiding you through it, slamming his hard cock to the hilt again and again and again with disgusting squelch! squelch! squelch! by how wet it is, both your cum and natural lubricant mixed together. never in his life would he be submissive

however..

the way your hand is pressing his throat tightly as you jump on his dick fervently got him going mad. your tight walls swallowing him full, squeezing his cock so deliciously he sees stars. he doesn't even question the promise he made to himself, seeing you boss him around while takin your anger out on him because of some bitch at work and controlling him made him even more impossibly hard

"fuuuck, can't you —hah— believe how rude she was? do not fuckin t-touch my nipples, asshole!"

and then you slapped away his hands, just like that. he could simply nod and try not to make too much noise, but how can he do so? you're fucking him with all you could!

"i-i know baby but c-could you —oh fuck— could you go slower? 's too much" but his hips were betraying him, lifting up to bury even deeper inside of you

the way you looked at him with daggers and started to go even faster made him gulp and whine underneath you, trying not to touch you as you forbade him earlier for doing so

"love? i-"

but you just ignored him and continued "i so fucking hope she gets to hell — oh my fucking go rightttt there fuck fuck— this slut, i'm sure her and my boss are fucking"

"baby? please..?"

"no. we are going the fucking —mmmhn fuck right there— pace i want, and i'm using you how i want. do you fucking get it in your dumb head?"

you accentuated each curse with a particularly hard fall on his shaft and he is now a complete mess: cum from earlier all over his stomach glzing his delicious abs, moaning over and over again your name, hair disheveled, eyes hazy, and tears started to fall down his cheeks.

"aww you cryin'? you fucking crybaby, can't even take your pussy anymore, tsk"

he could only nod, coherent words now long forgotten except your name and pleas dropping from his mouth. more tears fell on his cheeks and you rushed to lean and lick them off. the room smelled of sex on top of both your perfume and his cologne mixed together, acting as an aphrodisiac scent filling the air

the way his cock kept hitting that spongy spot inside of you was making you scream, spit connecting his skin from where you licked his tears clean

"nghhh b-baby i-i can't- 'm gonna-" he finally managed to say between sobs and voice cracking at the end

you capture his lips in a rough kiss, biting his lips and tongue and moaning in his mouth

"go, fuuuuuck, cum for me pretty boy"

the praise got him to the edge and after a last deep thrust, his warm semen filled your insides coming in big spurts. he was moaning and panting in your ear, and the way you squeezed him even tighter when you came after him made him sob even more

after you both came down from your high, you gently kissed away his tears. his eyes were still watery, but the way you looked at him with adoration made him sigh contently

"you should cry more often" you say tho, smirking

[inkedinheat]

the first mistake was that the dorm room door wasn’t locked. the second mistake was assuming anyone would ever see 𝓨𝓾𝓳𝓲 𝓘𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓲 like this.

to the world, especially to people like nobara and gojo, yuji was sunshine incarnate. a sweet golden retriever with fists. he was so earnest and loud. the type of person who blushes at dirty jokes and apologizes more than finding excuses.

right now he was nothing like that.

you were beneath him, pressed into the mattress of his bed. his large frame loomed over you while his cock stretched your pussy wide open. his thrusts were unrelenting and unforgiving. you couldn’t think. you could barely breathe, also because his large hand was wrapped around your throat - tight enough to remind you who was in charge.

your pulse fluttered under his palm as you gasped his name. his warm eyes had turned dark with intent as he fucked you into submission.

“eyes on me,” he ordered.

you knew when he used that voice that he meant business. so, you obeyed. as a reward his thumb shifted to your windpipe, and applied pressure. heat coiled low in your stomach at how effortlessly he controlled the pace, the rhythm, even your breathing.

you were so close, and then— the door swung open.

“yuji, have you heard—”

you didn’t need to turn your head to know who it was. the sheer stunned vacuum of energy gave it away. yuji didn’t move, nor flinch, his hand still rested on your throat.

there was a long, fragile pause.

“what. the. hell. am i looking at?” nobara shrieked.

gojo, for once, didn’t have a witty comment ready. his blindfold hid his eyes, but the tilt of his head screamed theatrical disbelief. “yuji?” he drawled slowly. “is that you? or did sukuna finally decide to redecorate your personality?”

you were frozen and expected fully that yuji would scramble off and turn red. he did no such thing. his gaze flicked lazily toward the door, utterly unimpressed. “we’re busy.”

nobara made a strangled noise. “busy?!”

it felt almost grounding when yuji’s fingers tightened around your throat. even now he was protective as his body shielded yours completely.

“close the door,” he added calmly. “and knock next time.”

gojo’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again theatrically. nobara looked like she had just watched a puppy grow fangs. “since when do you—” she started.

yuji didn’t raise his voice when he held their gaze with an intensity that made even gojo pause. “out.”

there was something in his expression that said this wasn’t a joke, wasn’t a performance. this was his space and his girl.

gojo slowly pushed the door closed with one long finger. “fascinating,” he muttered. “our little golden retriever bites.”

the door clicked shut and the silence returned. yuji exhaled softly, gaze immediately returning to you. the hardness in his eyes melted a fraction. but his dominance stayed.

“sorry,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently along your jaw now. “where were we?” you swallowed as your pussy clenched tightly around his swollen cock. he smiled slightly. “right,” he whispered as he leaned down. “i was about to show you who owns this body.”

[mojifushiguro]

pony boy ! a.arlert

you've only been with your sweet boy armin for a couple weeks, but he's already so dependent when it comes to you... shy!nerdmin x reader

warnings: smut, virgin armin, spitting+saliva, oral sex, p in v sex, college!au, begging, masturbation, mild dacryphilia, very mild somnophilia, breast play, and so forth and so on.

mdni.

armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.

he kept his grades up, and honestly, he was labeled weird to everyone. not that he cared. you were more known than him, and it wouldn't be wrong to say you were quite popular.

so when you told everyone about your relationship, which he almost begged you not to do, everyone was shocked.

now lets go back to the first sentence. armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.

keyword, was...

before you came along.

all the skirts and short shorts you wore, all the crop tops or the way you were instantly comfortable with only being in a bra in front of him, despite seeing the way he put his pillow on his lap to hide the bulge in his pants.

aw, he was so sweet when you asked him to help you zip up the back of a dress you wore, and when you went out to go to one of the college parties with your friends, he stared at a picture of you on his phone as he got his rocks off in his room while his door was locked, waiting for you to come back to his house.

him telling all his nerdy little friends about how you're the best girlfriend ever, and even telling his mom about you.

"she's really nice. the best girlfriend ever."

what a mamas boy.

and yes, you were nice. the way you helped him with his hair every morning before you both went off to campus.

when you walked with him, you leading the way down the sidewalk, he just couldn't help but look at your hips... and your ass. the way it moved so nicely in any bottoms you wore.

when you helped him pick his pencil up in the hallway, the color of your purple panties flashing him from the barely dress-code-safe skirt, making him quickly look away with a red flushed face and making sure no one saw.

ugh, he gets boners every day. he's so weird. he has to go to the bathroom all the time, hiding his pants with his backpack just to go let out a nice one in some tissue and flush it down the toilet.

and it was so easy.

because he cum's quick.

despite everything he did, or fantasized about, or wrote in his diary about, you never did anything with armin.

until the night his parents left, and he had the whole house to himself for two days. but little did he know, two days was all you needed.

he stayed up later than you, and as he typed on his computer, trying to complete assignments early, he couldn't help but glance over at the way his sheets hugged your curves.

his eyes moved from your body, to his computer, his typing slowing down as they trailed back over to you.

focus, was all he was telling himself. but you were the most beautiful girl ever in his eyes. he couldn't focus on anything other than you. him and all his little chat friends knew that.

to make matters worse, armin was such a virgin. your typical virgin who knew nothing about women but that they had pussies and were almost scary to talk to.

he closed his laptop, sitting it on his nightstand and pulling the sheets off of his legs. why do these things always happen? he had another boner. he tried to tell himself he needed to stop jerking off to you so much, but gosh, you looked so damn good.

maybe if he just... palmed himself to calm himself down?

he reached down, putting one hand in his sweats and softly rubbing at himself. he let out a small whimper, closing his eyes and biting his lip.

no jerking off. only palming.

but he couldn't help but lightly squeeze at his dick, softly moaning at the sounds of your breaths, imagining them closer to his ear.

he had to control himself.

he took his hand out of his pants and sighed, scooting closer to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck.

"y/n...?" he whispered, careful but to startle you. "y/n, I miss you." he whispered again.

you hummed, slowly blinking your eyes before reaching back and rubbing through the back of his head. fuck, you only made his boner worse.

armin closed his eyes and rubbed his nose in your neck, getting aroused just by the way you smelled.

you already knew what was happening. how? because every time armin gets horny, he touches your waist. any other time, he's too afraid to do anything.

"you miss me?" you mumbled, tilting your head away to make room for him. he slowly nodded. "yeah..." his warm, heavy breaths against you turned you on just like him.

you licked your lips as armin moved closer. that's when you felt him against your ass. "you're horny? that's why you miss me?" you sat up and pulled the sheets back. and behold, a damp spot on his sweats.

as his face got red, he slowly nodded, looking at his pants. he was so embarrassed with himself, but he knew you were the only one that would make his disgusting fantasies come true. you were the only one that would fulfill his needs, and that's all he wanted.

you smiled, pushing him onto his back and sitting on top of him. "you're such a cutie, 'min." you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

poor baby could barely kiss you back, he was too focused on the fact that you only wore panties, and the fact that you were on top of him, and the fact that when you leaned forward, you slightly grinded against his bulge.

"ah.." he moaned softly, looking down. you felt him throbbing against you, begging for you with his body.

"ill help you..." you moved your hips once against him, making him close his eyes and whine a little. "but you cant cum quick. got it?"

oh god.

he tried his best, he really did.

but when you told him to sit up, just so you could put your ass in the air, and that perfect arch in your back to suck him off, he was on the brink of a climax.

the way you sucked his pretty pink tip so softly, and your saliva mixing with his precum.

the way you spit on it, and it dripped down to his base. he didn't know you could go that far down.

your warm mouth and hands wrapping around him so nicely, he couldn't help but beg.

"m-more... please..." he whimpered and stammered, his knees buckling and him gripping the sheets, being too afraid of grabbing your pretty hair.

"more?"

what a foolish request for armin to make.

"oh... my... gosh...!" armin moaned out, gripping your hips as you bounced on his aching dick.

ugh he was so embarrassed, because his eyes were watering. so much to the point that tears of pleasure were rolling down his cheeks.

the sound of skin connecting and your wetness mixing, the way his dick was bigger than you'd ever expect it to be, it drove both of you crazy.

"ugh, fuck, 'min!" you threw your head back as you kept your hands on his knees to keep your balance. the way your breasts bounced so perfectly in front of him, he couldn't help his self. he just wanted to look at them. and... play with them.

he raised your shirt, eyes threatening to close as he licked his salty lips at how soft they were, his warm hands brushing over your nipples, fuck, it all felt so good.

he loved that the more he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, the more your pussy throbbed around him, and the wetter you got.

the more you moaned his name, and the more he wanted to cum.

"'m...'m gonna... you gotta get up..." he whined, grabbing your hips, but you didn't budge. you actually started bouncing faster and harder. "s-shit!" the sweat dripped down his forehead, and he slowly shook his head.

"you can cum in me, 'minnie..."

that was all you had to say before he whined and moaned and shook, digging his nails into your hips and bucking his more and more as you rode him through his limit.

poor armin, his dick was so sore, and it throbbed even after he came.

his only punishment for not making you cum with him was his face between your thighs, and his glasses on the nightstand.

he hummed into your pussy as your thighs nearly suffocated him, and his face was cutely squished between them. his lips and chin were so wet, and his eyebrows furrowed as he softly sucked and licked your clit.

he loved the way you nearly dominated him, and when you arched your back, constantly repeating his name mixed with curse words.

when your slick mixed with his saliva as he flicked his tongue over your clit multiple times, oh it was to die for.

he was getting off again, rubbing his hips slowly and subtly against the sheets.

he even put his tongue inside of you, bobbing his head back and forth. and when you started to throb against his tongue, he closed his eyes as you shook, and your thighs tightened around his messy head, finishing right inside his mouth.

dripping on his chin and around his lips.

"armin..." you bit your lip as he raised his head and crawled over you.

you kissed him, your own wetness mixing between you and his tongue. as you wrapped your legs around him, you felt the sticky substance on his pants between your legs.

armins hands slowly moved back towards your shirt, and under it, softly gripping at your waist.

he looked at you with his soft, glossy, blue eyes.

"can we do it again...? please?"

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[holeforzenin-deactivated2026032]

YOUR BOYFRIEND’S A PERV!!

Tw- Both are twenty, pervert Yuji, he’s an ass man in this!!, anal play, non-consensual photos, somno, some weird stuff tbh. not proofread . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

‎Boyfriend Yuji! Who’s such a funny and doting boyfriend, his cheeky smile and enthusiastic personality were well enough to brighten a whole room in just mere seconds. Seeing him and hearing his lame bantering jokes never failed to put a smile on your face—he was so perfect and charming to you in every single way but there was just one thing he kept from you, one thing that he tried his very best to kept concealed away in fear of weirding you out—that he’s a sick little pervert hiding under all that act of innocence.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who’s eyes would be irresistibly drawn to the alluring curve of your round butt that’s tightly snugged beneath the thin fabric of your dress, the second you stand up to use the bathroom—he tries his best not to make it obvious but he just can’t help it, seeing your pretty ass bouncing around as you walked away—it made his cock swell and came to life in his grey sweatpants. Hastily, he tries to adjust himself as discreet as possible before you come back.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who would “accidentally” press his hardened boner against your ass any chance he gets. Can’t reach something from the shelf that’s too high? No worries your lovely, tall and perverted boyfriend will help! He’d purposely press his chest deep against your back, crushing you with his weight—causing your body to bend slightly against the counter and his huge bulge to dig in between your cheeks, nestling right between your folds. Both of you grasped as you felt it. But he doesn’t say one word about it and neither do you. He acts like nothing happened and tries to play it cool after. After all he’s a pro when it comes to acting playful and oblivious so it wasn’t difficult at all.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who would have a field day with your dirty panties when it’s his turn to do laundry, he’d have his pants pulled down halfway in the laundry room—enough to have his stiff dick springed out as he rubs the dirty, sticking, cum stained crotch all over his face—pathetically inhaling your scent, making his senses overwhelmed by your essence as he eagerly jerks off his aching cock with another.

Groaning and eyes rolling back like a sick pervert as he drags his tongue along the dried-up stain. “Hah–shittt, bet your pretty pussy smells so good baby, so so good. Even better than this” He murmured lowly, as his weeping tip damped the material with precum.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who has a whole folder of sexy, up-skirt photos of you concealed away on his phone that he secretly took. hundreds of different pictures of you—whether it’s while you were peacefully sleeping, eyes screwed shut while your mind is roaming in another world—he’d carefully pull your skimpy panties to the side and quickly take photos of your cute, exposed cunt and sometimes he’s even nice enough to give your clit a little rubbing while he’s at it.

Or while you’re bending over to pick something up—your skirt swiftly riding up, revealing your cute pink, panties—Matching the color of his hair, peeking out right between your cheeks. He’d quickly snap a photo and excuse himself to the bathroom to fuck his fist and twist his cock to the lewd photos of you then resume the day as your innocent, funny boyfriend as if nothing happened.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who finally gets the glory of tasting your sweet little cunt for the first time, you carefully positioned your ass over his eagerly awaiting face, and the second he gets one lick from your creamy pussy, big strong hands wasted no time hauling you down onto his face, making you yelped suddenly as you were completely suffocating him. Your movements were restricted by the tight, firm grip he had on your hips. “Ride me, baby! Ride my face please~!” He begged desperately as it was muffled by your pussy covering his mouth.

He was nose deep—smelling between your folds like a creep, your face grew crimson red when you heard the deep sniffing noises he made from inhaling your intoxicating scent. You rocked your ass back and forth on his face, smearing your juices all over his features as he hungrily licked up every drop. He nutted in his sweatpants after two minutes of having you like that.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who’s favorite sex position is cowgirl so he can see your round, bubble butt bouncing enticingly against his pelvis, the sensation of the thick flesh rippling softly against his pelvis as your wet, warm cunt swallowed his pulsating cock into your hole drove him crazy. With wide-eyed, fascination—He stares as if he was looking at some entertaining show, eyes gazing at the way your juices create glistening streaks of fresh cream around the base of his dick as you rhythmically bounced up and down his veiny length as his huffs of pink pubic hair tickles your asshole.

His eyes rolled back as he smacks your ass over and over—eyes fixated on how it jiggles on impact of his slaps. “Fuck! —your ass is so fucking sexy babe, shit!, just like that. Hahh! Keep bouncing your ass on my cock".

“Goddd, can’t believe you’re all mine to fuck”.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who’s so fucking weird and stubborn even after you told him countless times that your other hole is strictly forbidden and off-limits, but he just never listens. “But babyyy, it’s soo adorable and tiny” he playfully protested with a pout after you scold him for placing kisses on it while he was eating your pussy from behind, making you soo embarrassed. But despite your efforts to stifle his advances, he catches you off guard, spreading your cheeks apart to delve deeper while he’s tongue fucking your horny pussy and you’re wayyy too hazed with lust and pleasure to care or process it—He’d mischievously nestled his nose right on top of your asshole, making it flutter against him as he watches cross-eyed in awe.

You buried your face into the pillow in pure embarrassment as you let him be—it’s not like he would ever listen anyway. His curious tongue circling the entrance of your ass, getting it all wet before he starts bullying it open with the tip of his tongue, pink muscles tickling the hole as he sinks it in little by little till he’s wiggling his tongue deep inside your ass, he cums in his pants at the feeling of your tight walls clamping around his tongue as he sucks on it desperately.

“You have the prettiest and most delicious holes ever baby, please let me play with your asshole more often!” He begs you right after—his forehead pressed down against the floor as he kneeled in front of you, making you embarrassed at his lewd request. How can this man not be embarrassed?

Boyfriend Yuji! Who humps your ass like a pathetic virgin while you're asleep, arousal flooding his senses as his desire consumes him, he's so hot and whining. His shirt is riding up as his abs flexes, and he can’t help himself! What else is he supposed to do when he has his girlfriend’s soft ass pressed up right against him? it's like you're purposely trying to tease and torment him, even in your sleep. He lightly grips your hips—ensuring not to disturb your peaceful slumber as his clothed hardness presses insistently between the soft fabric of your panties, seeking deeper contact. His cock is throbbing in his underwear as he rubs it against you needily.

He eventually gets frustrated at the feeling of minimal fiction, leading him to pull your panties down to your thighs as he caresses your skin, a shiver of anticipation runs through you in your sleep, making you groan lowly. His weeping tip, leaking with pre-cum, pressing against your asshole, smearing it around the hole, making sure your tight hole was all lubed up and ready to take his hard cock. His tip teasingly prodded your hole, slowly prying it open little by little.

Deep inside, you felt the ecstasy as he fed you more and more of his length until he was buried to the hilt. With each thrust, his cock twitched furiously, eliciting cute, clueless whines from you. He mutters a low "fuck" under his breath at the thought of taking advantage of his cute little girlfriend's vulnerability while she’s sleeping. You won’t mind, right?

Thank God, you were a heavy sleeper.

Boyfriend Yuji! Who offers to help rub sunscreen on your back while you were on the beach but instead, ends up with his balls repeatedly kissing your clit soo romantically—it’s like even they were in love, as he humps his twitching cock into your dripping pussy from behind while squeezing and groping the fat of your ass.

The sun gleams into his body as sweat drips down his bulging muscles as he stares at his slick-covered cock disappearing into your hole. “Shh, shhh–quiet baby, I’ll be done soon, ‘promise” he mutters to you before landing a hard slap on your rippling ass—licking his lips at the sight of your ass bouncing against him.

In conclusion—he does end up rubbing something on your back, just not sunscreen…

Boyfriend Yuji! Who pulls you into the nearest janitor closet in between training and immediately manhandles your body—forcing you to bend over against the shelf. He pressed his larger body against yours, his hardened bulge pressing vehemently into your soft, clothed ass—poking you and throbbing pathetically against your flesh as his fingers dug into your waist that held you firmly down while he whines, “Fuckk—see what you do to me?”

“You gotta help me take care of this, baby—s’all your fault”

[sunaskura]

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 | and you're the (un)willing victim MDNI

warnings: afab/fem!reader, aged up characters, basically non-con, canon yuji/sukuna body sharing, sukuna calls you little bunny/little girl and yuji kid, spanking, nasty dirty sloppy fucking, multiple positions, cream pie, yuji secretly enjoys every second

all was quiet in the tokyo dorms of jujutsu high. crickets chirped outside your open window, your blinds flowing softly from the steady breeze outside. your sleeping body was unable to fight the goosebumps that kissed your skin. the chill swept across your room, your nipples perking up beneath your button-up pajama top. despite the frosty draft, you're still blissfully asleep when the door to your room creaks open. the towering figure of your classmate and good friend yuji stalks towards you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. he sucks in a breath, hands reaching out to squeeze your breast over your shirt.

you stir, eyes blinking open to your friend in front of you. "yuji?" you ask, trying to wipe the haze of sleep from your eyes. when you move to sit up you realize the large palm resting on your chest and you immediately stiffen in alert. "yuu?" you ask again, hand going up to pull off his own. you can't see his face well from this angle and for a moment you think he must be sleep walking. "yuji... are you awake?" your soft voice stirs something deep in his body, an uncharacteristic growl suddenly emits from your best friends lips. it's then he moves to straddle you, pushing you back against your bed. you look up at him, the light emanating from your open window providing you some clarity. this was not definitely not yuji. "sukuna..." you said, barely above a whisper. you see him smile before you hear the low chuckle that comes from deep in his chest.

"i wasn't expecting you to be such a light sleeper," he tells you. his gruffly voice all but confirms that this isn't the sweet boy you've come to know. he's still smiling, his hand reaching up to trace down your neck before spanning across your collarbone. the feather light touch brings a shiver down your body, highlighting your already taut nipples. he doesn't even try to hide his roaming eyes that land on your chest. instead he begins to unbutton your shirt, starting from the top button. you don't dare move a muscle. due to yuji's physicality, you knew you didn't stand a chance against him. even if he wasn't the king of curses, yuji's muscles alone gave him the strength to pop your head like a balloon. with sukuna fronting, that fact became even more obvious than before. without yuji's softness, his body was a lethal weapon that caused your heart to thump heavy against your ribcage. "scared, little bunny?" he asks you, his hands still slowly making work of your top. the nickname makes you frown and his grin only grows. "little bunny..." he teases, leaning down into your ear. his breath is hot and all encompassing. yuji's lips graze your earlobe and sukuna says, "you get it? because your little heart is going thump, thump, thump," he emphasizes every syllable and your body recoils. his hands undo the final button and he doesn't bother to look when he pulls open your top. your nipples hit the frigid air but they're quickly encased by his hands. his tongue reaches out to lick your ear, the sound of his heavy breaths almost deafening. you're stiff under him while he savors the taste of your skin. something wet hits your nipples and you jump. "you like that?" he asks you, pulling off one of his hands with a sickening pop. he shows his open palm to you, a sickeningly long tongue lolling out. you cringe and he only laughs, reaching down to keep teasing your nipples with his hand-tongues. your stomach clenches, becoming queasy while he has his way with you. "aww c'mon little bunny. put on a show for the kid," your eyes shoot to his, almost like you're trying to see yuji behind them.

"he's there?" you ask, your voice shaking a little.

"where else would he be?" sukuna retorts, his filthy hand-tongues move to explore more of your skin. their spit glistening against your skin and you try desperately not to lose your resolve. you don't want yuji to see you scared.

"is he always there?" you ask him back, intrigued slightly by the thought. you had always just assumed yuji went unconscious when sukuna took over. clearly you had been wrong.

"always, little bunny," he breaths heavy in your ear again. his mouth moving to your neck. soft kisses line your skin. his lips gentle in a way you didn't think possible for the king of curses.

"why are you doing this?" it's a brave question, but while sukuna was feeling talkative you thought you'd give it a try. the all-too-familiar grumble in his chest comes back, finding humor in your bravery.

"teaching the kid a lesson," he says simply. going back to exploring you with his mouth, moving down to kiss between your breasts. his hands lower to your hips, gripping them and massaging the plump skin.

"a lesson in what?" you gulp, helpless underneath him.

"in taking what you want..." he pauses for a moment, looking into your eyes. "you think this was all my idea? i have much better things to do than think about fucking some silly little girl all day," he presses another gentle kiss on your breast before meeting your gaze again. "told him if he just fucked you he wouldn't be so pent up all the time," another kiss to your nipple this time. his tongue swirls around the bud and you don't know what takes over you when your hip bucks up into him. he notices, but he doesn't comment. "thought i'd do the kid a favor and fuck you good since he was too pussy himself," realization slams into you like a bus. yuji... likes you?

you snap out of it almost as quickly as you thought it. this was sukuna speaking. nothing he said was the truth. he was a curse, and not just any curse. the king of curses. deceit came as easily to him as breathing. wait... did he need to breathe?

"you're lying.." you tell him. he continues smooching your chest, one of his hands grabbing your tit roughly, giving him a better angle to suck it into his ready mouth. you have no choice but to watch as he bites and sucks. he finally removes himself once he feels satisfied.

"you got me. i'm lying," he laughs, but his face remains serious. "not about the yuji thing though. the kid definitely wants to fuck you," he muses. "but fucking you is doing me the favor. he's been giving me a serious case of blue balls with how little he gets. haven't had a good fuck since being trapped in this body." his hands suddenly rip down your pajama bottoms, the force causing your body to jolt.

"please," you begin to plead. realizing all too suddenly just how serious the situation was. he ignores you as he peels your thighs apart with little effort. "i'll call for gojo!" you threaten without thinking and he pauses, his dark expression growing even darker.

"do it," he sneers down at you, "what do you think that blue eyed freak will believe when he comes in here and sees yuji balls deep in your tight little pussy? that the big scary king of curses is wasting his time fucking a student? or that you and the kid are horny little brats who go at it in the dorms? answer. quickly," he barks and your mouth hangs open. the way those dirty words fall from his lips without even a stutter making you hesitate. maybe he was right. if gojo came in, he would relinquish his hold on yuji's body and you both would not only be traumatized, but probably expelled. you decided you had to be brave for the both of you. you wanted to cry, for yourself, but also for yuji. he must be so mortified watching this. you had to endure—for the both of you. you don't give sukuna an answer and he doesn't bother to press. he goes back to what he was doing; his thumb spreading apart your folds. "take a look at that kid," he grumbles. "you picked a good one. didn't know they even made pussies like this anymore," your stomach rolls but you don't show it. his thumb moves to push into your cunt, his long nail scraping painfully at your insides. you wince but sukuna doesn't acknowledge it. "so wet, little bunny. who's this for?" he teases. he pulls his thumb out, reaching it up to his lips and popping it into his mouth. he groans, eyes closed like he's savoring the taste. "taste that yuji?" 'know you've been wondering what she tastes like for a while now," you desperately want to know the other half of the conversation you can't hear. you know yuji must be tearing sukuna a new one for degrading you in this way. both his thumbs go to spread your folds open and he parts his lips slightly. soon enough, a wad of spit trails down before landing on your clit. "take notes yuji. you have to play with this little thing," he says, pointing to your little bundle of nerves with his dark nail. "most girls can't come without stimulation here," he lectures. he reaches down to toy with it and you can't fight the natural reaction that he pulls from you. your hips lift a little as he spreads his spit and teases your clit. "see yuji? they become putty in your hands," you grimace but your hips don't stop rolling. his freaky hand-tongue makes a reappearance and you begin to see stars. "that's it little girl," he mewls. you grit your teeth to hold back your whines as the long muscle works you better than any of your vibrators could. shame washes over you at the thought and you struggle to collect yourself. "you gonna come already?" he teases, your hips rolling into his disgusting hand, trying to get the perfect angle. the tongue flattens, licking a fat stripe up your cunt before circling your clit with just the tip. this time you don't have it in you to fight the moan that escapes your lips. the tongue works you almost to completion in mere minutes. you're huffing, face dusted red as you close your eyes. trying to hold a semblance of control. "she's going to cum yuji," he tells him, even though he can clearly see. you bite your lip, your stomach twitching as your orgasm lingers just below the surface. "you wanna cum, little girl?" he asks you, almost sweetly. despite the desire to say yes you shake your head. desperately gripping on to the little bit of dignity you probably already lost. "no? suit yourself," he says nonchalantly.

his hand pulls away, a string of spit and slick going with it. sukuna pulls yuji's hardened cock out of his pants and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the sheer size. his tip is red and drooling, the shaft longer than you thought possible. "please... don't do this," you plead.

"i have to. i'm only giving the kid what he wants," he tells you but you aren't sure you believe him. he says it so cooly, ignoring as you shake beneath him. "relax," he coos, "you're more than ready for it," you realize he's right as he slips right in. your cunt giving him little push-back. he groans so loudly you think someone had to have heard it. he pushes your thighs flat against the bed, the burn from the unnatural position almost distracting you from yuji's cock dragging against your walls. sukuna's eyes are glued to where you two connect and you swear a little bit of drool leaks past his lips. "you lookin' kid?" he asks yuji. "never seen anything so perfect in my life. fuck. this pussy was made for your cock," he's completely ignoring you. doing everything in his power to rile yuji up, you assume. frothy fluids quickly build at the base of his cock, the evidence of your arousal undeniable now. "'didn't know it was possible to get this wet this quickly," he says, more to himself. he's right though—in every aspect. you are freakishly wet, and yuji's cock felt suspiciously right buried deep inside you.

"are you almost done?" you wince after a particularly delicious roll. his hips begin to snap against your cunt meanly, yuji's cock bulging beneath your stomach with each thrust. when sukuna doesn't dignify you with a response, you assume the sudden roughness must be your answer. his eyes watch each bounce of your tits as he fucked into you with purpose.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" he groans, each snap loosening his own self control. "such a greedy little cunt," he grunts. "yuji? you've been awfully silent in there..." he says, still snapping into you with such force you feel like he's in your throat. "can't blame you kid. fuuuuuck," he pulls your legs up and over you, folding you in half without even pulling out. the change in position has you seeing stars. you don't stand a chance with yuji's cock reaching your cervix. his weight bearing down on you was a welcomed feeling. with each drag of his cock you lost yourself more and more into the feeling. your poor little pussy kept twitching from the beating she was taking and sukuna noticed each one. "you wanna come now? you gotta say it," he says to you. if he wasn't reaching places you didn't know existed you would be disgusted with his incessant need to make you admit just how badly you needed the release he was offering you. instead you meekly nodded, knowing you only had a few more strokes before you were done for. when he sees you nod, he pulls out abruptly, tossing you onto your stomach. he lifts your hips off the bed and you brace yourself for the new position. instead of sinking back in like you expected, he lands a punishing smack to your right cheek. you can't fight the cry that leaves your lips. "use your words, little bunny. or i'll edge you until you have no choice but to beg the king of curses," he lands another smack, angling to smack against your waiting pussy.

"ow!" you gasp. "please. please make me cum," the words leave your lips and so does all your dignity. but he's not done.

"who are you begging?" he asks you, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

"wha-?" you begin but he spanks you again, more harshly this time. definitely leaving a bruise.

"you know what i mean. are you begging me to fuck you, or the kid?" you aren't sure how to respond. you're scared if you say yuji, he'll switch back and yuji will be so mortified you won't ever get the release you've been needing for the past half hour. but if you say sukuna, you're not sure you want to deal with the consequences of that either. "times ticking," he grunts, growing impatient.

"i-i don't know," you admit and shockingly, he rubs your cheek soothingly.

"i-i'm gonna," you cry out, your back arching unnaturally as your orgasm hit you like waves against the shore. powerful, punishing, and never-ending. two strong hands gripped your hips impossibly hard, a foreign high-pitched cry filled the air followed by your cunt filling with cum. you could feel his cock bob with each heavy spurt of sperm he unloaded into you. you gasped at the overwhelming feeling of his hot load swimming inside of you.

"i get to chose then," he warns, but it sounds strangely promising. a few seconds pass. sukuna goes strangely silent before he suddenly buries into you from behind. you have to bite down on your hand to stop the noises that action pulled from you. he begins pumping into you with purpose. each rock of his hips causing your stiff nipples to drag across the sheets. his balls slapping rhythmically against your clit. there was something different about these strokes, though. they were rushed and unrehearsed, completely different than the rough pounding you were taking earlier. it almost felt.. romantic? it was unsettlingly raw but you didn't have time to question. you were far too busy focusing on your release.

as soon as he pulled out. yuji looked down at what he had done. his body shaking as he watched his jizz ooze out of your twitching hole. mortified, he collapsed in on himself. "yuu, you're back," you say, the sweet voice you've reserved only for him making its reappearance. "i'm so sorry yuji," you turn around to hold him, apologizing so sincerely it almost makes him sick. he doesn't say anything , letting you rub his back and coo at him. promising you know that he's not at fault. that that evil, wicked sukuna defiled you and that he was just as much as a victim as you were.

he could never tell you the truth though. that sukuna hadn't lied once and that it was him who wanted to be the one to finish you off. him who asked sukuna to switch the both of them. that he wanted, no needed to be the one to finish inside of you. claiming you with his powerful release.

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18+ cockwarming nerdjo while doing your makeup ‪‪ ❤︎‬

you're perched on satoru's lap by your pretty pink vanity (that your sweet dear boyfriend bought and built for you), applying your glittery eyeshadow to the lids of your eyes. as you lean forward, satoru's fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, a small moan leaving his lips.

you shift a little bit, adjusting yourself as you sift through your makeup bag. and that makes him mewl softly under his breath, "baby... don't move so much."

you look at your boyfriend through the mirror and the way he's fluttering his eyes shut, mouth parted slightly, and cheeks flushed a bright pink, it make your pussy clench tight around his length. "now you're being mean," he pouts, pressing his chest flush against your back, planting a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"how am i being mean?," you coo in faux innocence, batting your lashes so coyly and prettily. you raise your hips up and slowly come back down on him while putting on your blush, and the subtle movement makes satoru whimper, burying his face in the crook of your neck, taking a small nibble of your skin.

"you know what you're doing," he huffs, pushing his glasses up his nose and his eyes look so wide and dejected like a puppy's, it makes your heart and pussy flutter. you hear him curse quietly, bucking his hips a little to gain some sort of friction and pleasure. and when he tries to continue, you pinch his thigh which makes him both squeak in pain and annoyance.

"c'mon," he whines, jutting his bottom lip out even further. "please. can we just have coitus before you leave?"

"stop saying 'coitus' and say 'fuck' or 'sex' like an adult," you say, applying your soft rosy blush to your cheeks. "and no. you're going to be a good boy and listen to me, right?"

satoru's dick twitches inside your syrupy cunt, drops of pre leaking from his flushed tip and dribbling inside of you when he hears you call him a 'good boy'. you know the effect that little name has on him and so with a defeated sigh, he rests his cheek on your shoulder, watching you with hearts in his eyes as you do your makeup.

though all he can think about is bending you over the vanity and fucking you senseless as you scream his name and cream all over his dick ♥︎ !

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