hi ! i’m mune and i like to write and make art, sometimes it comes out in the form of brain farts, random blurbs, or completely planned and thought out plots that never quite see the light of day. my preferred pronouns are she/they :)
requests/writing prompts are heavily encouraged bc ya girl needs to have her creative juices flowing! from stories about my own original characters to shameless Y/N x character inserts, i’m open to writing almost anything. however, here are some things I will NOT under any circumstance, write about:
Pairing: Fratjo x Shy Girl!Reader x Frat/Plug!Eren
Synopsis: Gojo Satoru is your best friend. Eren Yeager is his bestie and your plug. You're the shy girl who is curious about what their dicks look like after overhearing rumors on campus about their escapades. One night, during a party game of "Truth or Dare", the hot frat duo decide to take you up on a special dare when you get too tipsy and decide to give you a front row seat of what they're both packing.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Titan/College AU; Anime Crossover; Shy to Slutty!Reader x Marijuana & Alcohol; Truth Or Dare; Three Way Kissing; Boy on Boy (teehee!); Shotgunning; Sexual Tension; Nipple & Tongue Piercings; Muscle Worship; Drooling; Licking; Couch Sex; First Time Deepthroat; Oral (Giving n Receiving); Spanking; Pussy Spanks; Spitting; Degradation & Praise; Choking; Fucking In A Headlock; Spitroast; Legs Up Missionary; Tongue Sucking; Reader Cums 3x; No Creampie; Cum on Tits n Ass; Aftercare
Word Count: 11.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Told y'all I was finna write this!! I couldn't after seeing this sexy ass masterpiece. I'm gonna write more anime crossover in the future most def 🩷 Aaaand I don’t rock with D*ja C*t like that (I used to but she’s mad weird now lol) but the song really fit the scenario for this fic. I hope y'all enjoy this one! MWAH!! 💋💋-Jazz
Credits: Gojo x Eren fanart made by mochikuyo on IG! All photos found on Pinterest!
Maybe you shouldn’t have had that second cup of spiked punch.
There’s no telling what the fuck Gojo put in that concoction, but you tasted the strong hint of vodka combined with the fruity splash of the punch on your tastebuds now.
You consider the persuasive effects of the alcohol as your reasoning behind why you’re here now, sitting on your best friend’s couch about to get flashed by him AND his friend and your personal plug.
Gojo Satoru, your best friend since freshmen year of uni, is the full package with his white hair soft to the touch, piercing blue eyes, dashing good looks, dimples, and a body worth melting over.
The glint of the lip ring dangling from his plump, pink bottom lip and a flash of metal on his tongue never fail to make you throb. Not to mention his confident gate around campus, goofy sense of humor, and cockiness that is more attractive than it is annoying.
You’ve had a crush on him since freshmen year, but often locked it up and threw away the key due to how special your relationship with him. All the times he’s defended you from his stupid frat brothers who talked about wanting to fuck you, his shy, awkward little friend with the big ass glasses and her nose stuck in a book…how could you throw all of that away for these stupid, horny feelings?
And then Eren Yeager showed up, practically serving himself up to you on a silver platter to distract you from Gojo. Eren is not the typical frat boy—he comes with long, flowing black hair, gages, all kinds of piercings (one on his eyebrow, a lip ring, a sinful tongue ring, and supposedly nipple piercings), and tattoos adorning his toned body.
You sit in the basement of Gojo’s frat house with them, the sound of a party going on above your head. You hear the creaking of footsteps and the throb of music drifting through the ceiling, reminding you that anyone could come down here and see these two about to commit to your stupid, drunken dare to them.
The corners of Gojo’s pink lips curl into a panty-dropping, crooked smile, making his dimples pop. “You lookin’ kinda scared now, mama,” he says, his blue eyes glittering with mirth and tequila. “You good? Need somethin’ more in that cup?”
You look down at the spiked punch in your cup, halfway done, and quickly place it on the coffee table nearby. The lava lamp sitting next to you illuminates your skin, turning it red, purple, and blue, fortunately hiding your flush. “N-No,” you stammer. The last thing you need is something else to make you feel woozier, bolder, and hornier. “M’not scared. Just—”
“Nervous,” Gojo interrupts with a nod. “I can tell. You never done nothin’ like this before, have you?” He crosses his beefy arms over his chest, making you envision yourself stuffing your face between his pecs or being wrapped up in his arms while you’re bouncing on his stiff, fat cock. You try to push the lewd thoughts away. Drunk or not, it’s not appropriate to be thinking about your friend like this!
‘That’s never stopped you before, slut,’ a sly voice in your head hisses at you, referring to all the nights you’ve rubbed your pussy in your dorm at the thought of Gojo…and the tatted, black-haired frat boy standing next to him.
Eren raises one of his pierced brows. “Really? From the sounds of that dare, coulda sworn you’ve done freaky shit like this before.” His teal eyes slide over to Gojo, curious. “So how do you know?” he wonders.
Gojo gives you the cocky smirk he’s known for, his dimples popping as he does so. “We been friends since freshmen year! I know this girl more than she knows herself…clearly.” You avert your eyes from him and Eren, staring down at your hands pressed firmly in your lap, your creamy, soft thighs exposed underneath your mini skirt. You paired it with a nice cardigan, but you still feel oh-so exposed.
“Don’t be an ass, Toru,” you grumble. “I was only kidding. You two didn’t have to go along with this if you didn’t want to.” The two frat boys laugh, the sound seductive and dripping with sex. “Nah, I’m straight,” Eren chuckles. “Just depends on whether you want this or not.” He pauses, his teal eyes grazing over you. “I can’t say your boldness wasn’t cute as hell though.”
His compliment makes your skin burn. Gojo nods, giving you a hooded look that isn’t just from the alcohol or puffing on a blunt with Eren earlier. “Mmm-hmm. That’s why we’re here: to give you what you’re wantin’, baby.”
“I-I don’t…” You pause, gobsmacked by these two actually being posted up in front of you, no loud noises or miscellaneous convos drifting in the smoky, weed-scented air to distract you.
Both of them hot. Both of them sexy. Both of them being the most popular frat boys on campus for their muscles, good looks, dashing smiles…and supposedly, their big, pretty dicks, stroke game, and wicked skills in the bedroom.
To be very clear, these are all from rumors and stories you’ve heard on campus—in the back of classrooms; on the quad while you’re reading your book during free periods; in the corner of frat parties that Gojo forces you to come out to. Gossip about Eren’s supposed dick piercing and Gojo’s wicked tongue game.
None of this is coming from you; you would never try to push the friendship between you, Gojo, and Eren….even though you have fantasized about doing so. How can you not when you’re always subjected to such obscene, lewd gossip and stories of these two putting girls in the mattress?
Perhaps the stories plus the alcohol and wanting to prove that you aren’t just the “shy girl on campus” led you here now. Pushed you to fix your mouth to say that stupid ass dare moments before when the intoxicating false confidence from your cups of fruity punch spiked with vodka and tequila shots got to you.
You were sitting on the couch with the two frat boys at one of Gojo’s annual frat parties raged on around you. The music was loud, the sound of Tyler The Creator’s “Sugar On My Tongue” blasting from an Alexa Pro, making your head pound. You were more inclined to go back to your dorm to read and scroll through YouTube instead of watching drunk college kids dry hump and act a fool.
But secretly, you didn’t want to leave Gojo and Eren hanging. You wanted to spend more time with them, even if you were too shy to ask them to do so outside of studying. The frat boys were just in the middle of a game of “Truth Or Dare” while you watched and observed, giggling through your cup over how idiotic and silly they were.
“I dare you…to smoke the rest of this blunt down to the nub,” Gojo slurred with a sloppy grin, the tequila shots catching up with him. He sat next to you, manspreading, thighs spread open in his cut-off jeans. You tried not to ogle at his crotch or his big arms bulging out of his muscle tanks that read “Sit Here!” with two arrows pointing up and down. How sleazy.
Eren lazily looked over at his friend, his teal eyes slightly reddened by the blunt he and Gojo have been passing between each other for the past fifteen minutes…with you squeezed right in between them and trying hard not to explode over it. “Forreal?” He scoffed, taking the tiny, itty bitty piece of blunt from Gojo’s long fingers. “C’mon gimme somethin’ better. Shit, I’ve been smokin’ down to the nub since you were in pampers.”
You watched him take a drag of the longer blunt he and Gojo were passing, holding it between his long, painted fingers, each ring on his digits glistening and winking seductively at you in the DIY strobe lights. “Prove it then, you cocky bitch,” Gojo snickered, jutting his chin at the bit of blunt between his friend’s black-painted fingers, tattoos inking his knuckles.
Eren eyed the blue-eyed college boy with a bit of bite in them. Eren Yeager is NOT to be played with. “How you gonna disrespect and it’s my weed you’re smokin’?” he scoffed, referring to the fact that he has been Gojo and your personal plug for a year now since he transferred from Titan University your junior year.
Everybody goes to Eren for the best weed (and pills, if you’re into that). You always go to him for a little dime piece of weed and he teases you about it, always deciding to answer the door shirtless with a smirk on his face. “Enjoy, smart girl,” he purrs once you get your green and pay him.
“C’mon, Ren, you don’t wanna refuse my dare in front of the lady, do ya?” Gojo whispered, giving Eren a wink. The two of them gazed over at you sitting between them, practically squeezed between their toned bodies. Never mind that you three were at a party and surrounded by other people on all sides of the couch. You’d been here for over two hours, having been dragged out by Gojo since he was the one throwing it tonight.
The music was blaring, pounding against your skull, overstimulating you along with the same spiked punch you’d been nursing. AND the fact that you were sitting so close to such attractive men that seem to have such a strong pull on you the way other college boys don’t. Gojo’s citrusy body wash in your nostrils and Eren’s tatted arm roped around the back of the couch near your neck didn’t make your situation any better.
You made a show of rolling your eyes and nudging Gojo in his side, a little sigh leaving your lips. “Don’t, Satoru,” you sigh, sipping on your punch, becoming dizzier and heavier with each sip. Gojo poked his bottom lip out at you, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t wanna play, Y/N? C’mooon, it’s a party!”
You squirmed in your seat, hated that he was pressuring you…but then again, one round couldn’t hurt, right? “I don’t wanna do a dare.” Gojo clucked his tongue in disappointment, rolling his blue eyes. “Party pooper.”
“Then give me a dare,” Eren replied, smoke billowing from his pierced lips as he passed it to Gojo. “Even if it’s a lame one. Can’t be worse than the one your buddy just gave me.”
The snow-haired frat glared at him, wrapping his thick, pink lips around the blunt, hollowing his cheeks. “Suck my dick.” Eren grinned at him, his smile cocky and secretive. “You wish. Think you’d fall in love with this mouth too much.”
Gojo scoffed, wiggling his pierced tongue at him. “Like you wouldn’t be obsessed with a tongue like mine.” You pressed your thighs tight together, regretting wearing such a short denim skirt. This was fucking torture!
So what do you fucking do? You make it worse by sipping more of your red cup, letting the vodka settle on your tastebuds and drown out your shy, awkward personality. “All these silly dares you two are doing,” you drunkenly giggled. “I may as well dare you to kiss each other.”
Suddenly, you paused and clapped an immediate hand on your mouth. The two frat boys stared at you, completely silent, and it made you go hot with embarrassment. “I-I was just joking,” you stammered, your skin crawling with prickles of humiliation.
“No, you weren’t,” Eren deadpanned, not smiling but his eyes twinkled playfully at you. Gojo laughed, tossing his head back to expose his thick neck and Adam’s Apple. “Daaaamn, that’s kinda freaky, friend!” he cackled. "Whatddya say, Ren? You want a kiss?” He wiggled his brows at Eren and the black-haired frat rolled his eyes. “Fine, but don’t use no tongue.”
Suddenly, he was leaning in over your lap and so was Gojo, leaving you gobsmacked and shook to the core. “No promises~” Gojo sang before wrapping a hand around the back of Eren’s neck and planting one on him. He did it as if he had kissed Eren plenty of times before, their lips melding into one, one pulling while the other pushed.
You watched them in shock, awe, and arousal, zooming in through your glasses on how their lips danced with one another, the glistening metal of their tongue piercings flashing at you as their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. You caught the sound of their low moans over the blaring, throbbing music, making something else attached to your body throb. Their hot kiss caught the eyes of some horny college girls who whistled, hollered, and recorded for all of the internet to see, but either cared.
Finally, the two pulled away, slightly dazed with hooded eyes that they trained on you.
Gojo smirked and passed you the blunt, figuring that you needed it. “How’s that for a dare, huh, mamas?” He purred. Though you didn’t smoke in public, you decided to take a slow hit anyway, letting the weed cloud your senses and make you even dizzier. You sat there, trying to recover, but you felt hot all over. “You good?” Eren asked, looking worried. “You look a little off. You wanna stop?”
You let him take the blunt from you, knowing that you didn’t need another hit. You felt light and heavy at the same time, everything sounding louder and looking shinier. Your chest felt hot, your nipples were hard, and you could feel that your panties were damp. “I…I don’t…” You paused, your throat dry. You didn’t know what to say or how to answer.
Luckily, you were interrupted by one of the boys’ fans; a blonde chick in a mini dress and high heels who ogled their kiss too. “Hi, Satoru,” she giggled, twirling her hair in her manicured fingers. “You still comin’ over to my dorm tonight? We’re gonna watch Sinners, right?”
You were so swept up in your own head and new, unwanted physical feelings that you barley missed what the girl said. Gojo leaned in and said something to her under his breath, right near her neck. She grinned and giggled, giving his shoulder a squeeze before she tottered off in her heels. You watched her walk off, your stomach flipping.
“What a joke,” Eren scoffed. He sat back and watched, thighs spread in his jeans. “You really finna fuck that girl?” Gojo pulled a face like he ate something sour, gulping down the rest of his red solo cup. “Nah…not again anyway. Girl lied there like a dead fish and then had the nerve to mouth about my dick game to her friends.”
Your ears pricked at this newfound information. “Mm…but stories get around, right? Nothin’ bad about me from what I’ve heard,” Eren chuckled, flashing you both a suggestive smirk.
This conversation did NOT need to happen. You shouldn’t have said anything more. But dammit, the weed, the drank, and the cologne wafting off of these two idiots’ bodies were turning you into someone else. “M-Me either,” you softly replied. Eren raised a brow at this, swishing his drink around in his cup. “Oh, yeah? So you’ve heard about me?”
He wasn’t smiling anymore, but his eyes were, so intense and playful. Teasing you so relentlessly. Gojo squeezed in a little tighter into your side, his sweat practically sinking into your skin. “What about me, babes? You never told me none of that!” Eren scoffed, waving him off with a flick of his fingers. “Like your dick is big enough to get people talkin’.”
Your eyes widened behind your glasses, the dirty words shaking you. You felt like a nun hearing dirty talk for the first time. “And is,” Gojo remarked, tossing his friend a smirk. “Like you haven’t been eyein’ my sweats before. You know what I’m packin’, Yeager.”
Finally, your eyes traveled lower—lower than they should’ve been—and landed right on their dicks. You didn’t miss their dick prints and you desperately wish you had, but it was impossible to not see the two obvious outlines of their bulges pressing against their pants. “I got another dare,” you blurted before you can stop yourself. They both looked at you, surprised. Eren asked, cocking his head. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
“Yeah, I’m curious,” Gojo agreed, grinning devilishly at you. "Let the vodka talk, shy girl.”
You felt the forbidden words bubbling up at your throat, pushed by the lust, curiosity, and influence of the weed and the alcohol, and soon, they were out: “I wanna see it.” Gojo blinked at you, confused. “See what?”
Heat engulfed you, making you feel like you were on fire. What the hell were you doing?! Why were you proposing to see your friend and your plug’s dicks?! ‘Live a little,’ the tiny voice in your head purred. ‘You know you want this.’ You didn’t look at either of them as you uttered your next request. “I mean…I dare you to let me see it. Them. Um…” You paused, blushing hot, wanting to bolt and hide under the couch.
The silence was thick, filled with the tension of your daring dare. “Wait,” Eren paused. “Are you darin’ us to show you our dicks, shy girl?” His smile was goddamn sinful, filled with all the wickedness of the devil himself. Gojo said nothing, simply watching you.
It didn’t take long for you to break under the pressure. “No!” you giggled, sounding fake and phony even to your own ears. “No way, I-I was just joking! I just wanted to see your faces, like I was serious! U-Uh, just forget what I said and—”
“Alright, I’m down,” Gojo replied. “Can’t refuse a challenge like that, especially one from my best girl.” You gaped at him, seeing his almost lackadaisical expression, like it was nothing that his friend dared him to show her his cock. “W-What?” you gasped. “No, no, you don’t under—“
“Fine then,” Eren added, gulping down the rest of his beer and slamming the cup down. “I’m down too. But don’t cry when she thinks my dick is better.” Gojo just laughed, thinking this was the funniest shit ever. “Bitch, please. C’mon, mamas, let’s take this to the basement.” He then took your hand, even as you gulped and gasped like a fish, unable to protest or stop them.
He then paused, grinning at you. “Unless you’re too scared to see if the stories are true,” he joked. “What’s the harm? I’ve seen your tits before!” And he has…not willingly. He had walked into your dorm one day while you were changing and accidentally saw you putting on your bra. “Red is your color, babes,” he joked before you squeaked and threw a pillow at him.
You shouldn’t have been doing this. You should’ve found a way to get out of this. But you had bound yourself to this stupid idea…and you weren’t too sure if you wanted to cut the ropes. “Fine,” you determinedly said, standing on wobbly legs. “Just don’t make it weird.”
Then they swept you away to Gojo’s empty basement where there was nothing but a lava lamp, a foos ball table, a Nintendo Switch, and a door that locked. Here you are now, faced with your own reckless. “So you still want us to fulfill this dare of yours, ma?” Eren asks, looking worried. “Don’t try to lie. Just say how you feel and we’ll be cool with it.”
Gojo nods, his hand slightly brushing your shoulder, making you burn. “Of course! But we’ve had our little sneaky linkups here an’ there, right, babes?” His blue eyes twinkle with the secret only you two are privy to. You flush at the mention of all those secret meetups where you’d practice kissing.
You don’t have much experience with guys. Most of them always regard you as the nerdy girl and barely pay attention to you. At the time when you were meeting up with Gojo for “lessons” and study dates, you hadn’t even kissed a guy since high school at prom.
Wanting to be a “good friend” to you, in the past, Gojo had offered to give you tips on how to kiss a guy…which led to other things. Only dry humping, sloppy make out sessions, and dick stroking through his pants that made you feel hot and wet once you left his frat house. He had touched you a few times, only through your panties, but it was the first time any guy had touched you in such a way.
You liked that feeling—the feeling of being irresistible and wanted. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to feel that again. “O-Okay,” you softly say. “You can take them out, I guess.” The two smirked down at you, appearing that they already knew that you’d say yes. Cocky bastards.
And then, with bated breath, you watch as they both go for their pants. Gojo shrugs off his shorts and Eren goes for his belt, the sound of the metal buckle making you bite your lip in anticipation. Their hands went to the waistbands of their boxers and slowly, teasingly, agonizingly, they both reached in and pulled themselves out at the same time.
“Oh, my God,” you silently gasp.
They are both just as big and thick as the rumors said they are. Each one has a vein trialing from base to tip, pulsation and in need of a long lick. Gojo’s cock is a lot longer and curves upward while Eren has a fat, heavy dick, all girth and thickness that makes you gulp, envisioning it stretching out your holes. And they both have dick piercings. You’ve never been wetter in your life than from seeing the two metal earrings glint against their cock heads.
Gojo smirks, finding your reaction priceless and adorable. “Well? Ya like whatcha see, shy girl?” he jokes. “Be honest or we won’t let you leave this couch.”
Despite your utter adoration, admiration, and lust over their beautiful cocks, you still rolled your eyes. “Fine; yes,” you scoff, unable to take your eyes off of them. “I like them. You won. Now can you put ‘em away?”
Gojo cackles, his cock bobbling as he did so. “Awfully feisty for a girl who dared to see her friends’ dicks,” Eren joke, smirking at you, but it isn’t the lighthearted teasing he always does. It is hotter. Molten hot. “Speakin’ of dare, I think it’s your turn again, Satoru.”
Gojo turns those sinful, blue eyes on you and smiles. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the next words out of his mouth: “I dare you to kiss me.” You gape at him, shaken. “W-What?”
The snow-haired hottie gives you a look like he wants to fuck you right here, right now on his couch. “You heard me; I didn’t stutter. And I’m not stupid either, girl: I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me…how shy you get around your good friend…” He flashes you those pearly whites, making your heart stutter and your pussy tighten. You gulp, caught like a deer in headlights. How did he know? Has he always known? “You don’t have to explain. Just know that the feeling is mutual. It has been for years.”
There is a twinkle of adoration, genuine and sweet, in his eyes that makes you breathless. You gape at him, unsure of if you’re hallucinating or not. You watch as he slowly sits next to you on the couch, his cock still out and hardening before your very eyes. His hand cups your cheek, the pad of this thumb sending sparks trailing down your jaw. “Just kiss me and find out.”
So you do. His kiss has to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had in your life. It’s a kiss you can only find in Disney movies: magical—it sweeps you right off your feet. And yet it is so sensual and seductive, his lips seducing you with every single slow movement against yours.
Gojo takes his other hand to cup the other side of your face, holding you in place as his kiss deepens. At some point, you feel his tongue lick tantalizingly at your bottom lip, silently asking for access. You allow it and his tongue swirls with yours, creating sloppy, suckling sounds that make your pussy clench. He tastes of tequila and a hint of beer. Finally, he pulls away, but doesn’t stray too far from your lips. “Mmm, that’s it, pretty,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless. “You taste so good. Your lips are so fuckin’ soft.”
You’re breathing heavy, your mind blank and dizzy from the kiss and the cold bite of his piercing against your hot, wet tongue. Gojo’s eyes suddenly slide over your shoulder and he smirks.
“Jealous, Ren?” You turn, finding the black-haired frat sitting next to you now, his jaw set tight. “No. You’re just bein’ a greedy motherfucker as usual.” Gojo snickers, still stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Yeah, totally jealous. Truth or dare?”
You’re so dizzy and disoriented from the kiss that you almost think he’s talking to you. Eren smirks, ever the one for shaking things up. “Truth.” The snow-haired frat grins, pressing another long, deep kiss against your lips as if you can't get enough of your cute little ass. “Do you want my cute ass friend to touch that dick?”
Eren’s answer is nothing more than a lustful growl: “Fuck yes.” You nearly get whiplash with how fast you turn to look at him. He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes, his cock throbbing in his hand.Reality sinks in and you realize just what the fuck you’re doing. “W-Wait, I don’t…I-I’ve never—”
“Never done this before?” Eren finishes, raising a curious brow. So you never even seen a dick before?” You bite your lip, embarrassed by this fact. “N-No…at least not in real life.” You’re hinting that you’ve watched A TON of porn before, praying for the chance to taste, touch, see, and feel a nice, big, hard dick for yourself.
Now is your chance. Gojo and Eren are into this little confession, both groaning at the idea of their shy little college nerd being such a secret little slut. “Fuck, that’s cute,” Eren exhales. “Just take it slow, mama. You can’t mess this up.” Slowly, you reach a tentative hand out and wrap it around his cock, earning a low groan of praise in reply.
Slowly, you begin to stroke him, pumping him up and down, from base to tip. You watch as the handsome, black-haired frat leans his head back, exposing the tattoo on the side of his neck, his teal eyes fluttering shut. “That’s it,” he hisses.
He feels hot and satiny in your palm, your fingers brushing his public hairs slightly. They match the same fine, black hair at his happy trail, making you want to lick it. You swallow hard, biting your lip as you feel yourself ooze into your panties. “Oooh, he likes that,” Gojo purrs. “And so do I. Fuck, you’re so hot doin’ this for us, baby.”
One of his big hands move to gently fondle one of your tits over your dress, his tough light but firm. His warm palm and fingers touch every sensitive part of your breasts, even pinching your hardened nipples. A moan escapes your lips, unable to be kept in. You feel his lips at your neck, soft and supple, peppering your skin in hot, wet kisses. “You wanna touch me too? Then say it.”
Though you’re bursting with need, you still feel shy. Embarrassed to be so slutty…even though you’ve got your hand wrapped around your plug’s dick right now. “Satoru,” you whimper. “I can’t.” Gojo tuts, his fingers pinching your nipples a bit harder, making you whine from the bite of pain mixed with pleasure. “Yes, you can. You had all that mouth before, didn't you?”
His lips gently suckle on your ear, sending shivers all over you. Eren tuts adoringly at you.
“Poor baby is so shy. She just needs somethin’ to ease her nerves.”
He doesn’t make you pause from stroking him; only leaning over to pull at a drawer next to the table. He retrieves a baggie of pre-rolled blunts (done by him judging by the neatness) and a lighter. He gives you a wink before lighting the end of the blunt, making it burn red like a firefly in the night sky. “C’mere,” he murmurs. “Pucker those lips up. I’m gonna shotgun you.”
You do as he says and pucker your lips up into an O, watching as Eren wraps those lips around the blunt and takes a hit, deeply inhaling. Then he leans in and slowly blows the smoke out into your mouth. Though the smoke stings your eyes, the combination of that and Eren’s indirect kiss makes you dizzy with arousal and relaxation.
“Nice, right?” Gojo chuckles as you lean back into his chest, feeling heavy and light at the same time. “Now you gonna leave him hangin’ or what?” That’s when you spit into your palm and continue to stroke Eren, making your hold a little firmer as you twist your hand up and down, watching your spit shine on his dick. His handsome face screws up in pleasure at the feeling of your soft, tiny hand on him. “Ooooh, shit,” he hisses. “That feels s-so good!”
He stammers out the praise, overcome from the pleasure you’re giving him. You can hardly focus when Gojo slides his hand along your cheek, turning your head to the side. “Keep kissin’ me. Don’t forget about me, mama.” He swoops in you give a hot, sloppy kiss, your tongues swirling and moans traveling between each other, making your poor kitty throb even more.
Eren has had enough of your hand though—he wants more of you and forcefully yanks you away from Gojo with a hand on the back of your neck after placing the blunt on an ashtray. “You wouldn’t forget about your favorite plug, would you?” he asks in his airy, seductive voice. You’re surprised you can even speak with how horny you are, feeling like you’re about to burst. “N-No,” you softly moan, his touch making you shudder.
He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes. “‘Course not,” he exhales before his lips cover yours. While his kiss is still just as intoxicating and swoon-worthy as Gojo’s was, his is also more rougher; wetter. He teases and plays with you, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and swirling his tongue around with yours, even sucking on it slightly. It feels oh-so good. You find yourself pumping him more eagerly, making him moan into your mouth.
“Greedy ass bitch,” Gojo growls. “Stop stealin’ my girl away from me. I want her lips too.” Then it’s right back to Gojo’s lips, soft and succulent, making you wrap a hand around him too. Soon, you’re stroking both of their big cocks, earning low groans and swears out of their soft lips as they indulge in your touch.
You fall deeper and deeper into your lust, succumbing to your sluttiness in one single swoop. Soon, before you realize it, you’re sucking on Gojo’s tongue, hollowing your cheeks as if you’re sucking his dick. “Mmmph!” Gojo moans in surprise. He pulls away, smirking. “You got an oral fixation too?”
You burn with shame at your brazen, slutty ways. This is so unlike you. This isn’t the you that you are with Gojo or Eren. “Sorry,” you whisper. But he shushes you, his eyes ablaze with lust. “Don’t apologize. Just take responsibility.” You blink at him, confused, slowing down your dual handjob. “What?” you softly ask.
You suddenly feel him pulse and you see that he is about 100% rock now. Stiff and throbbing.
“O-Oh, fuck. Y-You’re—”
“Hard as a fuckin’ rock for you,” he purrs, biting his lip. “And I dare you to put your mouth on it.” Eren hums in agreement, throbbing in your palm, lifting his hips to slowly fucking your hand. “Mine too. Can’t leave me out of this. That would be rude.”
The smirks the two friends wear are sinful. Damn near villainous. “Think you can handle two dicks at the same time, baby?” Gojo asks, moaning slightly at your touch. “I know it’s your first time and all, but those lips are speakin’ to me.”
Suddenly, in a blink, they are standing up in front of you, forcing you to stare at each of their cocks in your face. Standing at attention. Pulsing. Throbbing. All for you. To your surprise, you find yourself inching closer to the edge of the couch and wrapping your hands around their dicks at the base again with your hands slick with saliva. “Sssssshit,” Eren hisses, the word leaving his mouth in a sharp exhale. “Your hand is so fuckin’ soft, ma, fuck.”
You begin to pump them both at a rhythmic pace, the sweet, wet, lewd sounds of your wet hands stroking their dicks filling the air. “Fuck,” Gojo groans, lifting his shirt up to expose his abs to you. “I taught you well, babes.”
“Taught?” Eren parrots, raising his pierced brow at him. Gojo grins mischievously at you, slowly rocking his hips to fuck your fist. “Poor honey didn’t know much about shit like this till I let her feel me up. This is the first time she’s seen it though.”
“Stop, Toru,” you whimper, biting your lush bottom lip. “It’s embarrassing.” Even as you gush at the memory of you palming his dick in his sweats and boxers during your “study sessions”. Gojo coos at you, using his thumb to wipe at your bottom lip—you’ve begun to drool, you realize. “Aww, baby, don’t be!” he coos. “Eren doesn’t care. He thinks it’s hot.”
Sure enough, Eren is giving you a look like he wants to split you open and drill your shit till you squirt all over him. “So you never sucked one before?” You don’t answer at first, too embarrassed.
“We didn’t get that far,” Gojo replies for you. “But I-I’ve practiced,” you admit, fueled with the need to please them. The frat brothers look between each other curiously. “On what?” Gojo snickers. “Like bananas?” Yes…and cucumbers. But you won’t say all of that.
“I-I have a…toy,” you defeatedly confess, heat traveling to your face. You feel the two big cocks in your palms pulsate, throbbing in your fingers. Gojo groans in arousal at the idea of you sucking on a toy, wrapping your lush lips around it and sliding it down your throat. “God, that’s hot! Hope it’s just as big as me.”
“And me,” Eren chimes in. “But you can go slow as you want. There’s no rush.” His hand finds your hair, his black, glistening fingernails entangled as he strokes your scalp. Gojo nods, taking his cock and gently tapping it against your bottom lip. Plap-plap-plap. “Yeah, mamas, you’re so good already. It’s just that mouth of yours is drivin’ me crazy…”
You feel like the sexiest bitch alive with the way they stare at you, desperate and lustful. “B-But what if someone comes down here?” you whisper, fear still nibbling at your arousal.
But Gojo just laughs, completely aloof to your paranoia. “Eren will handle that. This motherfucker is scary as hell when he wants to be.” Oh, you know. The first time Gojo introduced you to him trying to get you weed to “ease your nerves” before exam week, you were terrified of Eren. Of his gages, tattoos, and resting bitch face as he met you at the door completely shirtless and looking irritated that he was interrupted.
But after some time of getting to know him, your crush for him bloomed the same way it did for Gojo. And now here you are, staring at his throbbing, pierced dick and then into his teal eyes, so deep and serene like an ocean, when he requests it. “Eyes up here, mama,” he murmurs. “I dare you to suck my cock.” His dirty request sends a delicious shiver through your spine.
“Yours?” Gojo scoffs. But your mouth is already wrapping around Eren’s dick, the eager, needy girl in you finally released. “Whoops,” he breathlessly chuckles. “Guess the—oh, shit—dick piercin’ did it for her. Fuck, that’s it….”
You clamp your lips around him, causing a long sigh to leave his lips and his head to roll back, exposing his neck that you ache to kiss and lick on. You continue to bob your head along his long dick, soon becoming used to his girth. Eren groans, his face screwed in ecstasy, his hand gripping your hair a little tight now. “That’s a good girl,” he moans, his fingers tangled in your hair. “Take me a lil’ deeper now. Just like…oh, fuck, like that!”
His moans are loud and brazen as his cock slides deeper down your throat, filling it up. The sounds that leave your throat are sloppy and lewd, making your pussy throb and cream in your panties. After throating him a bit, you slide your mouth off of Eren for a chance to breathe. Your hot, wet tongue swirls along the head, lapping up the pre-cum that dribbles out for you, even playing with his dick piercing with the tip of your tongue.
Gojo stares down at you as you blow his friend, his blue eyes dark and face flushed with pleasure. “Fuck,” he whimpers, his cock nearly exploding in your hand, filled with unshed spunk. “Can you suck me off like that too, pretty?”
Eren glares at him, cheeks flushed and eyes slits. “Uh-uh. You didn’t dare her.” The white-haired frat rolls his eyes, fed up with this game. “Then I dare her to suck me off,” he growls. “C’mere, gorgeous. Bring that mouth over here.” He crooks a finger at you and you are helpless to resist.
Gojo grabs his dick and holds it in front of you, his eyes dark with lust and need. "Stick your tongue out,” he breathlessly orders. You do so and he begins to tap his head against your tongue before sliding himself in your mouth. Your mouth and jaw stretch to accommodate his size, but he’s so damn BIG. You wonder briefly how he’ll even fit inside of you.
Perhaps he’ll make himself fit the way he does your throat as he slides deeper and deeper, each inch opening up your throat more. “Deeper, mama,” he grunts. “Take me deeper!" He gives you no choice but to do so, even though your nostrils burn from inhaling and exhaling too hard to avoid choking on his dick. You can’t help but gag on it as he begins to fuck your throat, using it to stroke himself.
He isn’t a quiet guy either—he whimpers and moans at how you feel, his bottom lip trembling and blue eyes turning into hooded slits as he watches your mouth stretch around him. Soon, he lets you breathe and you begin to lick him up like a lollipop, his own slutty moans like a drug. “S’good, Toru?” you slur, drunk off of his taste. His scent. His sounds.
You stare up at him through your glasses, albeit through foggy lens. “God, yes!” he groans. “You’re so good for me, baby! You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth!” He pauses, wrapping a big hand around his dick and pumping it in your face. “Stick your tongue out f’me, babe.”
You do it, letting him slap his big cock on your wet tongue. Plap-plap-plap. “That feel good?” he asks, a teasing smile on his face. Your close your eyes, nodding, enjoying being used in such a way.
“I’m standin’ here too,” Eren says, his voice buttery smooth and thick with lust. “You can take us both, can’t you, mama?” His cock pulses in your hand, desperate to be back in your mouth. Gojo chuckles sexily, the sound traveling straight to your cunt. “I’m sure she can. A girl this smart can figure it out.”
And you do. You find a rhythm between them; a pattern. After ten seconds of gagging, slobbering, and sucking on one dick, you switch to the other, doing the same. You eagerly blow both of the college frats, spit dripping down their shafts and over their balls, relishing their taste and moans drifting through the thick, sex-and-marijuana scented air.
Then you feel Gojo’s long digits caressing you through your panties under your skirt, your thighs split open to invite him in. “You like that?” Gojo teases, noticing how your thighs clamp around his hand to keep him there. “Dare me to go underneath?” His eyes shine with mirth, toying with you. Eren manages to spare your mouth long enough from fucking it to let you speak.
“S-Sure,” you softly stammer. “You can go under…if you want to.”
Really, you want to scream at him to pretty please touch your pussy. But that’s too forward, you think. “We both want to, baby,” he purrs. “But I was here first. You just worry ‘bout suckin’ off our friend while I take care of you here…”
They coax you into all fours so Gojo can get behind you, his fingers stroking your pussy and clit. The little pulses and semi-circles have you seeing stars and your eyes flutter closed to see more.
“Shit, you’re wet!” Gojo gasps, ogling at the way your pussy glistens. You whimper around
Eren’s dick in your mouth, sucking as Gojo strokes you under your skin, your panties abandoned.
“Goddamn,” Eren hisses, staring at Gojo’s fingers shining with your wetness. “That ain’t take long.” He says it so teasingly that you flush with embarrassment. “S’embarrassing,” you croak through a mouthful of spit and dick. Eren shushes you, stroking your scalp. “Don’t be embarrassed. That shit is so fuckin’ hot. We love needy girls.”
He then proceeds to fuck your mouth while Gojo continues to stroke your pussy, pausing to lick his forefinger and slide it up inside of you. “Ah!” you gasp, pleasure exploding through your body. Gojo grins, jerking his cock while he slowly fingers you. “Feels good?” he asks. Good isn’t even a word you’d use to describe how it feels to be finger-fucked by him. “Y-Yeah!” you gasp out. “T-Toru, your fingers…oh, fuck yes!”
“She’s even cuter when she cusses,” Eren growls, pumping his cock at the sight of you. You find yourself latching your mouth onto him again, taking him in your mouth. You drool and slobber all over him, turning into nothing more than a cockslut as you gag on him. “S-Shit, mama!” he groans, tilting his head back. “This is your first time, right? How are you this fuckin’ good, hm?”
Gojo grins from behind you, cocky fucker he is. “Guess she just needed a little persuasion.” He peers down at you and your perfect, supple ass peeking out of your skirt as his finger plunges in and out of your soft, velvety, puffy pussy. “Ain’t that right, beauty?”
SPANK!
His hand comes down hard on your asscheek, making it deliciously sting. “Oh!” you gasp around Eren’s cock. Gojo cackles, enjoying that recoil and your cute little reaction. “You want another?” he teases. “Say it to me. Tell me what you want.” When he tosses in the finger fuck plus clit rubbing combo, how can you say no? “Please, Toru,” you whimper. “Spank me again.”
SPANK!
Gojo sends another harsh smack against your asscheeks, alternating between each one. “God, this fuckin’ ass!” he groans, pausing to jiggle and fondle one of your asscheeks to his heart’s content. “Been wantin’ to get my hands back on it for months, but you keep playin’ with me.”
SPANK!
“You ain’t hittin’ hard enough,” Eren mutters. “Lemme show you how you do it.” Though you are whimpering and trembling at the intense stinging, Eren doesn’t think it’s enough and brings his hand up with every intention of smacking that ass till there is a handprint. "Brace yourself, mama.”
SPANK!
This one hurts a lot more, making you yelp in pain. “Ah!” you gasp, tears springing into your eyes. Though it hurts, Gojo knows it also turns you on, making your pussy tighter and wetter. “Oooh, she liked that,” he chuckles. “That pussy just gushed all over my fingers!” He begins to toy with your soddened pussy lips, fat and glistening, gently stroking each one.
Eren grows tired of your mouth all of the sudden and leaves his post to get next to his friend perched behind your ass. “Put your mouth on her then, and scoot over. I wanna taste her too.”
Your heart pounds at the mention of getting your pussy eaten by your crushes, but Gojo doesn’t make a move at first. Instead, he pauses, thoughtfully stroking your ass. “Can we taste your pussy, baby?” he asks in his hushed, seductive voice. “Dare us to do that?”
You’ve never wanted anything more (other than them). So you turn to look at them with those needy, sexy puppy dog eyes behind your spectacles. “Yes,” you whimper. “Taste me. Please.”
Unbeknownst to you, you’re making the two frat boys fall deeper for you.
Soon, you have two tongues caressing your pussy at the same time, your thighs spread wide on the couch. You moan, whimper, and whine on the couch as the two share your pussy, the cool metal of their tongue piercings sliding across your molten, wet cunt and clit, their moans hot and breathy.
Gojo’s tongue sliding inside of your pussy nearly makes you cum right there as he begins to work your little, wet hole. “F-Fuck!” you whine, only growing louder as Eren licks and kisses your ass, nibbling on it a bit.
He pulls away a bit to speak, his lips glistening from your wetness. “You’re so tight, y’know. All we’re doin’ is just tonguefuckin’ you and you’re clenchin’ around us. Wonder how’d you feel with my dick in you.” You wonder it too, your stomach flipping at the prospect of finding out.
“I bet you’ve been feenin’ for this, haven’t you?” Gojo chuckles deviously into your pussy. “I bet the thought of havin’ the both of us has made you wet, right?” You practically scream as Gojo begins to fuck you with his finger while Eren sucks on your clit, slowly but effectively bringing you closer to the brink of madness as he strokes your G-spot. Eren is a certified munch, sloppily sucking on your clit as he strokes your ass, his fingers dangerously close to your asshole.
SWAT!
“Ah, fuck!” you gasp, jumping when you feel a sharp palm on your pussy. “Eren, don’t!” The black-haired frat smirks against your ass, his mouth being replaced by Gojo’s eager mouth. “Don’t what? Spank that pussy? You gettin’ close?”
SWAT!
He does it again, the sharp smack sending you into a frenzy. Your eyes roll back and your body shakes, your arch nearly failing you. “Y-Yeah!” you stammer. “I-I’m so close! Wait, I m-might squirt!” You can feel it building up inside of you, threatening to pop like a soda can.
“Then do it, da fuck?” Eren growls, aggressive yet eager, pausing to frantically rub at your clit with his thumb. Gojo is a lot more needy, begging you to cum for him as his finger strokes you from the inside. “Squirt for the both of us, baby,” he pleads. “Please. Get it all in my mouth!”
You have no choice but to do so, moaning out loud as you spray all in Gojo and Eren’s mouths. The two young men moan in satisfaction as they taste you, moaning at your sweet cum tantalizing their tastebuds like it’s sugar. Your body bucks and writhes, hips grinding and winding in the air until you’re all drained out from the source.
Eren sits back with a sigh, palming your ass. “What a little closet perv. Loves gettin’ spanked and suckin’ dick.” You don’t even have the energy to shy away from his lustful stare or his degrading words. You are a little closet perv. A cum slut. A needy girl who wants to be fucked and used by her crushes.
“I wanna see these so bad,” Gojo groans, reaching underneath you to toy with your drooping tits out of your top. “You’ve seen our cocks, babe. You wanna see the rest of us?” You nod, unable to speak while he is busy pinching your nipples. “Then dare us,” he orders, his tone dripping with lust.
Slowly, you sit back on your knees and face the two big-dicked college studs, feening like an addict for more. Your shyness is gone, replaced with nothing but a bold, sexy confidence. “I dare you to take off your clothes,” you hear yourself exhale. The two smirk at you, on the same time of time you are. “Sure thing, cutie,” Gojo chortles.
Then you’re staring at the both of them in all their glory. All big muscles and tan skin adorned in tattoos; big pectorals; washboard abs; biceps and thighs that could break necks and crush watermelons. Your eyes roam over each vein trailing up their calves and arms, catching the glint of Gojo’s nipple piercings and Eren’s lipstick tattoo inked on the narrow line of his left hipbone. “Oh, my God,” you whisper.
Gojo chuckles, even flexing for you, making his biceps bulge even more. “Thanks, baby. Right back atcha…but I think you’d look better without clothes.” He tugs your top down more, letting the straps hang off of your shoulders. “Get naked,” Eren bluntly demands. “I need that shit offa you now.”
His tone is assertive and rough, making your pussy gush; you have to clench your thighs together to avoid staining the couch. “So bossy, ain’t he?” Gojo cackles as Eren reaches for you.
Your tiny top comes off, tossed away on the floor, and then your skirt comes next as Eren yanks it down your soft, coconut-scented legs. They leave your kitten heels on, especially since Gojo likes the way they look with your painted, bubblegum-pink toenails. “Goddamn,” Eren hisses while Gojo whistles at the sight of your naked body. Both reactions make you flush, a newfound confidence flowing through your core.
Gojo sits down next to you and takes your hand, sliding it down his chest like he’s working for a tip at the strip club. “C’mon, gorgeous, touch me,” he beckons. “Put those pretty fuckin’ hands on me. I know ya want to~”
You can’t help it—you are attracted to their bodies like a moth to two burning hot flames. You stroke their bodies, indulging in all they have to offer. Their laughter is teasing and sultry as they watch you squeeze their arms and glide your fingertips over their abs, even kissing their muscles for them. “Someone’s eager,” Gojo teasingly whispers, softly groaning as you kiss his neck while your fingers drag over his abs and happy trail.
“I can’t help it,” you softly whine. “You two are so fuckin’ hot.” You feel yourself growing wetter than a puddle from just their big, muscular bodies alone…but also because Eren has decided to rub your pussy while you indulge in your muscle fantasy.
Gojo coos, eyes rolling back at how fucking cute you are. “So polite. So fuckin’ sweet. She needs a reward, doesn’t she, Ren?” The long-haired frat nods from behind you, sharing in Eren’s smirk. “Mmm-hmm,” he agrees.
Gojo then turns those ocean blue eyes on you, his hands gliding over your chest to squeeze and fondle your tits. “So what do you dare us to do next, baby? You can pick either me or him.”
You know what that means…or you’re hoping that it means what you think it does. You are trembling with need, hot with arousal. You can’t leave her until you’re fucked out of your mind by these two! And you don’t care how they’ll make themselves fit. You believe you’re wet enough to take either one of them on this couch, the party and guests be damned.
So you stare up into Gojo’s alluring eyes through your lashes, slutty as can be. “Toru?” you softly coo. He smiles at you, his hand cupping your cheek. “Yes, baby?” he replies as his thumb runs over your bottom lip. You pause, kissing it, fire exploding in your belly. “I dare you to fuck me,” you utter.
Gojo doesn’t need any more confirmation, already reaching for a condom in the drawer next to him. “You ever do this before?” Eren curiously asks. “Fuck somebody?” You turn to him, flushing hot. “Yeah, b-but…you both are my biggest ones.”
The two struggle not to grin at your admission as Gojo coaxes you to get in doggy. His favorite position. Gently, he strokes your back and kisses your neck, although you can feel his dick pulsing and throbbing with need against your entrance. Plap-plap-plap goes his wet cock as he slaps it lightly against your clit, making you moan. “I’ll do it real slow, okay, baby?” he whispers. You nod, biting your lip as you feel his head press in while Eren kneels in front of you, needing your mouth again.
You feel Gojo slide himself inside just as Eren begins to kiss you, sucking on your tongue as he does so. His teal eyes glimmer down at you as he strokes his cock in your face. “Open wide, mama,” he coos, and you do so, looking up at him as you obediently widen your jaw to accommodate his size.
Speaking of accommodating size, your pussy is busy doing the same thing to Gojo’s cock that has just begun to slide the rest of his inches inside of you, slow and careful. You tense slightly as his thick, long cock stretches out your pussy. You can’t remember when you had a dick this well-endowed. Gojo’s hands stroke your sides, easing your nerves. “Oh!” you gasp, your glasses foggy from the sex thick air. “Toru, y-you’re so…you’re stretching me!”
Gojo shushes you, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back against him. “S’okay, baby. You’re doin’ so well for me.” He continues to slowly pump himself in and out of you, groaning at the way his cock looks sinking between your fat, dripping wet pussy lips. Soon, he bottoms out and as soon as he does, you’re both moaning at the feeling of his cock stroking your insides. “Just as I thought,” he grunts. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.”
He can no longer do the slow and gentle shit, so he grabs your hips and proceeds to pound into you, giving you the big cock you crave. You can’t even describe how he feels. His dick stretches out your cunt and strokes every single pleasurable part of your insides that have your legs shaking and body trembling. The more he thrusts, the more he rubs up against your G-spot, almost painfully so. It’s just too much! “That’s a good girl,” Gojo moans. “So f-fuckin’ good, fuck me!”
But Gojo holds you firmly by your hips, completely bottomed out inside of you and rearranging your guts with every single thrust. He yanks you flush against him, giving your ass a smack. “Uh-uh, baby; don’t run for me. You begged me for this shit and now you’re gonna take it.” He chuckles at your whines of protest and trembling body, making you feel even more like a pathetic slut.
You can only moan and whimper as you drool around Eren’s big dick down your throat sobbing with your spit and his pre-cum. He relishes the way you swallow him whole, no doubt your tight throat matching the tight pussy that Gojo is groaning and whining about as he fucks it. “Such a good little slut for us,” Eren mutters. “Takin’ all that big dick so well.”
Gojo decides to challenge that, his thrusts growing sharper and more rhythmic, causing a clap-clap-clap sound of skin against skin to fill the air, mingling with your joined moans and the throbbing bass of the music upstairs. You want to escape from the constant stimulation, but the way he continues to beat your pussy into submission and drag you closer to your second orgasm are too delicious.
And he’s so, so deep! The more he thrusts, the deeper he gets until he is very nearly kissing your cervix. You can feel all of him; he’s damn near in your stomach. Eren slips his cock out of your mouth to hear your pretty voice aloud, furiously fisting his cock as you moan, whine, and sob in pleasure from Gojo’s heavy balls slapping rhythmically against your clit.
“O-Oh, f-fu-u-uck!” you moan aloud as your friend pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. “Yes, Toru, yes!” you slur. “S’sooo good! Your dick f-feels so…oh, shit, right there!”
“Right here?” Gojo grunts, sweat dripping down his handsome, flushed face. He puts his foot up on the couch and angles his hips juuuust right to nail your G-spot dead on, making your eyes roll back and your glasses fall down your nose, crooked. “Right there, slutty girl? Is that good for my baby?”
You can’t give him a verbal answer. All you can do is moan, sob, cry, and whimper on his dick as he uses it to stretch, massage, and pound your wet pussy into the couch while Eren slowly pumps his dick in your face. You stare up at him, drool dribbling from your plump bottom lip.
“What, mama?” he coos. “Ya want this?” He taps his dick head against your bottom lip, coating it in your spit.
“Ren,” you whimper. “Please lemme…” You trail off as you wrap your mouth around his dick with no hands, swallowing him whole.
Gojo begins to piston his hips inside of you at the same time as Eren. They each match the same pace and pattern, rutting in and out of your holes until your eyes are wet with tears and your body is aching for release. They fill you to the brim with their cocks, using your body for their own pleasure while also giving you yours. “Ooooh, shit, she’s suckin’ harder!” Eren groans, his teal eyes lust blown. “Jesus, Gojo, what are you doin’ back there?”
“It’s these arms,” Gojo cackles, using nothing but his hips to fuck you as he lifts his arms to flex for his friend. “She loves bein’ wrapped up in ‘em…bet she’ll like this too!”
And suddenly, you feel his arm lock around your neck and squeeze your head slightly, putting you in a light headlock as he continues to fuck you in doggy style. Your mouth falls open on slutty moans as you bounce back onto his cock, your ass and tits bouncing in time with his rough pounding. “Is that good, baby?” he loudly moans. “Huh? Ya like gettin’ fucked in a headlock, don’t you? You love bein’ my fuckin’ party slut!”
You do. You love it so much. You love Gojo fucking your pussy in a headlock. You love Eren using your throat to fuck himself like a fleshlight. You love it all. And soon, you can’t take much more anymore. “I-I’m gonna cum!” you slur around Eren’s cock, spit bubbles forming at the corners of your mouth as you speak.
“Do it, baby,” Gojo groans, panting and whimpering in your ear as your pussy squeezes him tighter. “F-F-Fuck, I’mma cum too! You’re gonna make me explode, baby, fuck yes!”
He goes harder, faster, drilling your shit like it’s his. “So you dare me to cum, mama?” he grunts, one hand replacing his arm to squeeze your throat. “Is that it? You want your favorite frat boy to spray all over this perfect ass and make that pussy cum for him?”
“Y-e-e-es!” you hiccup between thrusts, falling deeper and deeper into euphoria as your pussy quivers with need. “Please, Toru, I need to…I’m gonna…I’m cumming!” Your body shakes and quakes as you cream all around Gojo’s fat dick, coating in your juices. Gojo chases his nut inside of you, gripping you tight and pounding your cut with abandon, his moans growing louder and porn-ier.
Finally, he pulls out and begins fucking his fist, panting at the sight of your pussy wet from your cum and looking so open from his dick fucking it.Then you feel warm droplets of his spunk fly onto your ass, coating your cheeks in them. Gojo whines out your name as he cums, spraying you in his spunk, making you smell like him as soon as the creamy, white substance hits your skin.
But even during your “recovery session” where you pant and sweat, trying to catch your breath, Eren doesn’t allow it. “Not just yet, mama,” he chuckles. “You got me to deal with too.”
Your eyes widen, your fucked-out mind almost forgetting about the second big dick you need to take tonight. He lays you back and forces your legs straight up in the air. “Don’t need these no more!” Gojo laughs, taking your glasses and placing them aside. “Can’t let ‘em break.”
He then tosses Eren a condom and you watch the teal-eyed plug tear it open with his teeth before rolling it down his hard length. He gives you a wicked smirk before rubbing his dick over your sensitive pussy and sliding in slow, your legs wrapped in his tatted arms. “Shit!” you moan at the same time as Eren who wordlessly sighs as he sinks into your pussy.
Your body bounces from the force of Eren’s thrusts, your tits jiggling and ass slapping against his thighs in time with his thrusts. He is just as good of a fuck as Gojo is, his stroke game making your eyes roll back and your entire body tremble. “S-Shit, Ren,” you keen. “You’re so good!”
“Yeah?” Eren teases, black strands of his hair hanging in your face as he fucks you stupid. “Just what you needed, right?” He begins to press kisses to your ankle and toes, even sucking on the painted digits as he fills you up with his big dick over and over again, making you dizzy and delirious from it.
You know that this kind of fucking won’t make you last long. Either of you. You can tell he is close to his orgasm with how forceful his thrusts become—Eren grips your thighs with a possessive roughness that may cause bruises, his grunts growing louder and more intense the more his heavy dick fills you, his dick piercing kissing your G-spot.
You’re not too far behind—you can feel your own orgasm quickly rising to the surface, your core beginning to distractedly tighten. Gojo notices your shift in body chemistry and loops a hand between your thighs to rub your wet, aching clit as Eren continues to fuck your brain out of your skull. You scream as you clench around Eren’s cock, sobbing at the pleasure.
“You’re close too, aren’t you, mama?” Eren asks, his handsome features flushed and slick with sweat. “I can feel that body shaking. I should speed up, shouldn’t I?” He does so, slamming his hips against you so hard that his balls begin to slap agains your ass, his cock hammering into you.
“C’mon now, baby,” Gojo coos, frantically rubbing your clit to take you to the end. “Just let go for us. Be our little slut tonight.”
You are a greedy girl because that second orgasm begins to rise within you with every thrust of Eren’s cock and pulse of Gojo’s fingers against your clit. That chord begins to tighten again, threatening to snap very soon. “Eren, please!” you whine into the air, your back damn near about to snap as it arches off of the couch. Your eyes screw tight and your brows knit together, no doubt giving a crazy look.
He dips down to press his lips to your ear, gripping your hair as he does. “You wanna take this next load like a good lil’ cum slut? You wanna make us happy, right?” You whine desperately, wanting nothing more than to just cum and have him cum too.
“Please,” you whimper. “Please cum for me! Let me cum for you, Ren!” Your soft, sweet voice is all it takes for Eren to lose the last bit of his self restraint.
"So fuckin' cute," both he and Gojo groan before they both lean down and give you a three way kiss. Sloppy, hot, and possessive, their moans traveling into your mouth, their pierced tongues tickling yours.
After a few more rough thrusts that have your body shaking and your soul nearly being stripped from your body, your plug finally reaches his breaking point. Eren pulls out and rips off the condom before cumming all over your titties, so much that you can feel it dripping down your stomach. “Take it!” he demands in a dangerous growl that makes your stomach flip. “Take all of me, baby!”
And you do. You don’t have a choice. At the same time, with Gojo’s rubbing, your orgasm hits ripples through you and hits you like a truck, slamming into you with enough force to have you sobbing. You open-mouth moan, drool dripping from your sides of your mouth, but you don’t care. You’re far too deep to even be aware of what’s going on besides pleasure.
“Oh, my God!” you moan to the heavens, head tilted back and eyes squeezed tight as your orgasm washes over you. “I’m cumming!” you babble. “I’m cumming!”
“Yes, baby, we know,” Gojo chuckles, gently stroking your face. He then cackles at your expression. “Look at those pretty eyes rollin’ back. Such a slutty face you’ve got there, babe.” He squeezes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together as your orgasm continues to rock you to your core.
Soon, you are exhausted and slump against the couch, panting, sweating, and sticky with cum. You feel Gojo and Eren’s loads dry to your skin, no doubt meaning that you’ll have to take a hot shower later…but maybe you won’t. You find that you like the smell of them on you.
You practically rub yourself against them as both frat boys sit next to you on the couch, naked and spent, satisfied smiles on their sexy faces. “Bet you’re glad that you played Truth Or Dare with us now, aren’t ya?” Gojo jokes, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“Mmm-hmm,” Eren hums as he continues to smoke the blunt sitting on the ashtray. He kisses you too, putting your glasses back on your hooded eyes and wrapping an arm around you. “I definitely am. Hit me up if you wanna do this again next time, mama…maybe without Gojo next time.”
“So hostile,” Gojo scoffs, rolling his crystal blue eyes at his friend. “We’ll let our cute little shy girl be the judge of that one.”
You’d say hell yes if exhaustion wasn’t kicking your ass right now now, but judging from the way they snuggle you close, you suppose that they already know that you’re gone for them.
And when they both lean in to give you a sweeter, less sloppy three way kiss, how can you possibly refuse them?
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ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( villainess ), mean!domme!reader and reluctant sub!matt, post fight, mild descriptions of injuries, dubcon / teetering on noncon ( him ), face sitting/riding, degradation ( against him ), fully clothed, orgasm denial ( against him ), all characters featured are aged 18+
ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen were slick with grime; tarpaper still damp from the rain earlier in the night. steam hissed upward from the rusted mouths of broken pipes, curling into the warm, summer night air. the muffled sound of the city’s nightlife was a distant buzz beneath your feet, but it was absolutely the last thing on your mind.
the first was, of course, the man ( or, devil ) that you’d been eager to get your hands on. you’d finally gotten the chance, only to realize that you were so many leagues above his that you almost felt bad beating the shit out of him.
almost.
“The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen!” you spat his title, thick with taunting acid as you followed him. you weren’t nearly as exhausted, or scuffed, or in need of a break. if anything, you were glowing; vibrating with the thrill of the hunt. “HA! What a joke! Running away from little ole me?”
with a toss of your head towards the night sky, you let out a giggle— one that might’ve been adorable to him if not for the murderous intent that laced it.
you were a few seconds behind him; after his footsteps ( heavy and scraping ) thudded against the roof and he stumbled forward, lumbering across the plane, your own heels clicked as you touched down. softer, more precise, stalking towards him with a wicked slowness. “Not so scary when you’re barely able to stand up.” you muttered, simpering with pure, devious delight.
Matt’s breathless grunt was barely even audible when he crumpled against the lip of the rooftop. the crimson slick that was once the same hue as his suit was smeared and drying darker brown against the side of his nose, flaking off in his rough stubble. he’d needed only a moment to escape the face off and regroup. a minute to fall back and think, but you were brutal. ruthless.
and he’d totally underestimated you.
down below, the city was alive. car horns blared in impatient bursts, a cab backfired at the curb, and drunken laughter spilled out of a neon-lit bar, the sound carried up between the alleys. the dim, yellow glow of streetlamps way overdue for bulb changes fractured across puddles and stretched taut over the expanses of the vehicle rooftops, washing the city in sickly light that was a poor substitute for the sun that would come up in a few hours.
Matt could hear it all: conversations in hushed whispers tickled his senses, a loud whistle ( probably someone hailing a taxi ) made him wince, and several pairs of feet splattered their way through the wet concrete jungle. he didn’t speak to you, not right away. he floundered on to his back, his neck craned uncomfortably against the ledge, and tried to will the pain away from his muscles. his bones. his whole body was aching, shredded. he wouldn’t have even been surprised if you’d broken a rib or two by the way he couldn’t fully catch his breath without a sharp pain stabbing through his insides.
but he knew you were closer now. he’d counted your steps, listened to the beat of your heart getting closer and closer, and it’s steadiness mocked him the whole time. the subtle, easy way you breathed despite the wringer you’d just put him through was an affront to his very being.
“Poor thing,” you cooed after a moment’s breath. you’d paused a step before the melted, heaving mass of red, and tilted your head to the side. “Took your breath away, did I? Don’t feel bad; you weren’t the first, you won’t be the last.” Matt reached up— whether it was to grab at you, swat you away, or simply put a barrier up between the two of you didn’t matter— you jammed your heel into his palm and pinned it down, back against the roof, pressing your weight into it to keep him in place.
“Still trying? How precious. Doesn’t it hurt? Why don’t you give up?”
the sound that leaves Matt’s parted, bloody lips are equal parts rasp of pain and guttural bark towards you. his fingers twitch, probably trying to fight through the sting of your heel grinding into his palm to coil into a fist around your foot, but it was halfhearted and weak. “Oh, lady. You think this is the worst I’ve ever taken?” his voice is hoarse and laced with something akin to dark sarcasm, giving his head a bitter shake.
“No,” you answer honestly, your smile never faltering. your confidence never shaking, not even for a moment. “This isn’t the worst you’ve ever had. But it will be the one that you’ll remember. Every night, for the rest of your life.” your lips smacked together for a moment, and you ooched closer, one heel resting against his side, close enough for him to feel it, and the other keeping his hand pinned. you were caging him in place, looming over him. the victor claiming her prize. “You’re going to hear my voice in your dreams, DD.” you crooned, squatting down to get closer to his level. “Feel the sting of my heel cutting into your hand…” you trailed off for a moment, your svelte, gloved fingers tracing the stubble on his chin. he didn’t shake you off or move his face out of your reach. your teeth sank into your lower lip and a mischievous plot began to form just behind your eyes as you stared, longingly, at the curve of his lips and the rough stubble that sprouts us this jaw, before you added quietly— a sultry promise, “You’re going to taste my pussy when you dream.”
his jaw clenched and worked slow, as if he were chewing up and discarding a less favorable response while he searched for a new one, and allowed the promise to hang between the two of you for a long moment as he assessed the situation. after a moment or two, his voice was low. rough. “Your heartbeat kicked up,” he noted quietly, perhaps even to himself. “It’s thumping faster than it did even during the chase. Whatever you’re gonna do to me… you’re really happy about it.”
he could play dumb all he wanted but Matt already knew how tonight would end.
he could already smell the desire pooling between your hips as you squatted close enough. he could feel the lightest tremble against his palm as your foot fidgets in your heel in pure excitement. he could already feel his own mouth going dry, and his tongue darted out to wet his busted lip before he could stop himself. the coppery taste of his own blood lasted longer on his tastebuds than he would’ve preferred.
“Oh, baby. Don’t you worry— I’m not going to hurt you anymore, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve tenderized you enough…” you purr, amused, as your fingertips abandon his jaw to instead slip between your spread thighs. they trace along your clothed core, taking a moment to feel just how wet you were from the thought alone of taking advantage of the devil beneath your heel. the leather of your bodysuit was soaked, and it whined when you hooked your fingers into the gusset and pulled it to the side. “Now, I’m going to do what any girl would do if she were in my position, with the big, bad Devil panting under her. Mouth open and waiting. I’m going to make Daredevil’s face my personal throne.” you were watching him, shifting your hips to adjust your position, and you’d noticed that his head had angled towards you, and you pause, murmuring softly— half incredulous. “You can hear it, huh? Not just my heartbeat. You can hear the way my suit sounds, that little squeak of leather. You’re not seeing me, but you know exactly what I’m doing, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Matt’s mouth was bone dry, and his voice subsequently gravelly against his windpipe as he shifted, as if he were suddenly thirsting for something ( someone ) that he absolutely should not have. “I can hear the leather. I can smell your want. You’ve already bared your pussy to me,” his tongue practically laps at the air, as if he could taste it already, and he suppresses a small, aroused grunt in the back of his throat, “you’re playing with yourself.”
he was right, of course.
you’d taken to running your leather-swaddled fingertips over your pussy, teasing the slowly swelling button that so desperately wanted attention, as you tilted your head to listen to him in mocking fashion. you’d didn’t bother telling him he was right. he kept going with a low hiss between his teeth. “You expect me to beg for it, you’re gonna be disappointed.”
you scoffed a bit at that, as if the very idea of him begging was a given— it was a matter of when, not if. “Nah,” you muttered, with a perfectly timed swing of your hips, planting yourself right on his open mouth. “I don’t need you to beg, I just need you to lick.”
a low growl: partial surprise, or perhaps protest, rattled his windpipe, and vibrated against your slick flesh, coaxing a small mewl of approval from you as both your hands slung forward to grip the ledge of the rooftop for better leverage. but Matt didn’t pull away, or even try. his free hand, that had been by his side, slid up the side of your boot and wrapped around your ankle, squeaking the leather of your shoe, but only to stabilize himself. his couplet opened wider, and you felt the very first bob of his head, the first stripe he licked with a flat, skillful tongue.
“Fuck,” you purred, giving him another rocking motion with your hips, pushing your cunt more insistently against his face. the jagged slope of his nose bumped just right against your clit, and his stubble scraped your tender netherlips. “You’re good at this; never would’ve guessed. I swear, I thought all you silly, little vigilantes were basically incels.” the part you didn’t say was a lot more telling.
the man could work his tongue like a pornstar.
but Matt didn’t have a snarky reply ( he couldn’t have voiced it even if he did ); he was opening his mouth wider to accept your riding, his lips smacking in sloppy kisses in between his tongue working, and you could even feel the most subtle shake of his head as he devoured you. the shift beneath you, and you rolled yourself back, hands sliding instead to rest back against his abdomen, and pin it to the roof where it’d jutted upwards. he’d arched his hips in a greedy hump of the air, and that ballooned your ego to epic proportions.
“Well, look at you, DD!” you swooned, swirling your cunt against his mouth. his tongue curled in on itself, before surging forward to breach your clenching hole, worming inside. the flare was just enough to stretch you deliciously around it. your knees worked in circles, propelling your lower half against his mouth, your head falling to one side on your shoulders, casting a sidelong glance at the way his hips jerked and twitched. “One little bitty taste of pussy and you turn into a total mess, humping the air like a desperate pup, hard as hell in your spandex pjs.” you teased, one hand gliding back just far enough to coast against the stark bulge at his groin. you cradle the package against your palm with a squeeze too tight to meant to be pleasurable, but he grunts anyways, grinding his hips in response; a gurgling plea for more friction while he eats you like a man starved. “Mm, but this… I don’t want this. Not yet.” you purred, palming a rough circle for just once more before you pulled your hand away all together. you come back up, like you were coming up for air, one palm smacking against the crimson expanse of his helm. your fingers wrap around one horn and force his head back deeper into the gritty rooftop below, holding him in place as you adjusted your position. more looming. bearing down your weight against his mouth and nose, reveling in the way he still tried to lap at you, still tried to please you, even smothered and overwhelmed. your chin dipped against your chest as you rode him more furiously, chasing a high that was quickly approaching. “You’ll be my breathing dildo another day, Red. Wiggle those hips all you want, you’re not going to get what you want until I get what I want. And what I want right now is for you to drown in me.”
am back but idk if I will continue writing cos?? I miss interactions & haven’t been receiving any (even when I did write frequently & receive req’s). might just make this my thought dump acc? maybe.
college!jason todd loves to watch you squirm when he talks about his depraved sex life. you poor thing, lumped in with this jerk for an assignment he’s barely helped with, forced to listen to his sordid words. but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop talking.
contents: corruption, dirty talk, teasing
warnings: virgin reader, mentions of ass play (f receiving)
jason todd spends most of what was meant to be a study session toying with you like it’s his favourite pastime. he’s aware of how wide your eyes are, and how your lips have gotten progressively more bite-swollen throughout the night; you tend to nibble at them when he says something particularly dirty, and so he makes a point of it.
“y’know, there’s a lot of reasons guys like doggy style the most,” he says coolly, leaning towards you with his arms crossed. the proximity makes your skin feel hot, but you find yourself unable to ignore him. “I mean, for one, it just feels good, but that’s obvious.” you cross your legs a little tighter, shifting in your seat as he speaks. “and the view is great, too. but for me,” he smirks, his voice dropping an octave, “I like that I can see both holes.”
at this, you gasp, and jason just laughs. “what? don’t be uptight,” he scoffs, his pants tightening around his cock at the shocked expression on your face. “it’s hot, that’s all. I get to see myself fuck your pussy and, y’know, play with your ass all at once. it’s a good visual.” his use of your makes your lower belly ache; you feel quite naked all of a sudden. “it’s the same reason I like to eat pussy from behind.”
you visibly tense up at his words, and he chuckles at you again. “oh, come on. you wouldn’t let a guy eat you out like that?” you hesitate, so he keeps pushing: “your face all pressed up against the pillows, your ass the air, pussy right there for the taking—what’s the problem?” he looks at you expectantly. fuck, he wants an answer.
“I–I don’t know,” you mumble, averting your gaze. “that seems, like…dirty, or vulgar, or…whatever.”
“that’s the point, princess,” he sighs, a coy smile on his lips. he notices the shaky breath you let out at the new nickname as you look back up at him. “you ever bend over in front of the mirror and look at yourself from that angle? try it, you’ll see what I mean—so fuckin’ sexy.” he pauses, picturing you tentatively peering over your shoulder with your panties around your knees, and feels his jeans tighten again. you’re rendered speechless once more, the same mental image making your lips part.
there’s a heavy silence, and jason lets you sit in it for a moment before he speaks, savouring your embarrassment. “what?” he coos, his voice shrouded in mock sympathy. “the thought of getting tongue-fucked from behind a little too much for you?”
you can’t answer him, painfully aware of the throbbing between your legs. all you can picture is jason’s filthy mouth against your folds, sucking at your clit harshly while one of his fingers circles your ass, just enough to scare you into thinking he might actually push it in. maybe he’d even spit on your holes; he mentioned how he likes doing that earlier. you almost let out a whimper at the thought, but you bite it back just in time.
he grins at you, and it’s arrogant, self-satisfied; that silence means another victory for him. he snickers, but his cock is starting to hurt from how hard this is making him—god, that virgin pussy is probably soaking through her panties by now. one thing is certain; you’ll be up late tonight, touching your needy little cunt to the thought of him, with your legs shaking and your eyes watering, wishing it was him touching you instead.
“anyway, princess,” he quips, his smugness still apparent as he opens his laptop, “we should get back to this assignment.”
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the drag queen grabs the mic.
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Okay, this could be a bit of a hot take, but I am a firm believer in soft Jason Todd during sex.
Especially at the beginning of a relationship. He died young and his only sexual experiences were with Talia, who groomed him, Essence, who he believed betrayed him for the longest time and maybe Artemis, (Idk if that's canon? Can someone confirm or deny?) who was probably pretty rough given her arrogant, abrasive, and violent personality.
So, when he dates you, he's more than just hesitant. He's pretty much terrified. But he's used to hiding his feelings because they make him feel vulnerable and weak, which he hates. When you start tearing down his walls, he starts to panic. He likes spending time with you, thinking about you, kissing you. Especially that last part.
But it never goes very far because he always pulls away when things get more heated. Like, you in his lap, him nearly fully hard before quickly picking you up by your hips and moving you to the other side of the couch before standing up, clearing his throat and leaving.
It takes over two months before he feels comfortable enough to even tell you the reason he doesn't want to be intimate and the only reason he did is because you started to feel like he wasn't attracted to you or you had something wrong.
He rushed to reassure you that wasn't the case and finally told you the —partial— truth. He had scars he didn't want you seeing, he had bad prior experiences, he felt like he was being used almost every time he slept with someone and couldn't stand that feeling because it made him physically ill.
It took several weeks after that to slowly adapt to that realization and discuss how to make that feeling go away. Taking things slow, making it last, keeping it gentle, seemed to be the best way. And it was somehow perfect and tortuous all at once. He let you ride his thigh, at first. That was the first time he'd ever allowed any form of intimacy between you too. Partially because you looked desperate and he felt bad and partially because he genuinely wanted to see what you looked like while doing that.
Not to mention, he was still too afraid to be the one doing anything. So, it was best if he just helped.
His grip was firm, his eyes glued to you. You whispered more praise in those few minutes than he had heard from anyone in months all together, maybe even the year. He felt good. He was helping you. You appreciated it. You appreciated him. He was attractive. You were thanking him for giving this to you. Practically begging for his help.
And it made his heart clench, not to mention his teeth. There were other forms of physical intimacy after that, still only to you, because he didn't want to risk showing his scars or get that nausea in his stomach again during sex. You'd allow him pretty much anything and everything, if it meant he was more comfortable with you and your body. Sliding his hand under your shirt while you slept over (quite literally just falling asleep after eating dinner together) brushing his knuckles against your breasts, hesitant to touch them, but finding comfort in it all at once.
You assured him three different times—before he did it, when his hand was just barely under your shirt, and when his fingers first tugged at your nipples. It's when he's finally a bit more comfortable, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade that you hum and roll over. Your hair finds his hair, stroking it and he presses his lips to your neck, almost on instinct. You let him kiss lower and lower, gently guiding his head towards your breasts, all while repeating more and more praise, reminding him he's under no obligation to do anything, ever, if he doesn't feel comfortable.
But he does. With you, he does.
It leads to him kissing and sucking at your chest until he loses track of time and you're painfully wet. That was plenty, you promised. He doesn't need to do anymore than that. But he does, because he doesn't want to take his hands off your soft skin. So you gently drag his hand down, keeping the other firmly on his shoulder while you stare into his eyes, as his fingers slide through your slick. A sharp inhale makes him hold his breath. The other women he'd been with only ever wanted the most physical part of sex, never to do something like this. You were so soft and warm, assuring him he was doing fine while guiding his hand until you eventually couldn't keep looking at him and had to close your eyes. He liked that. A lot.
The way your hand moved, letting him do what he wanted while you gripped the sheets. He listened so well, trying to make you happy or just keep making those sounds—his name falling from your lips. If you wanted his fingers to move faster, they would. If you said deeper, they were. If you said to curl them, they'd curl. You were so... captivating, he had found. Usually, he was too in his head, so focused on how long until it was over that he never even considered being able to enjoy it.
But he wasn't rushing with you. He didn't want you to stop saying his name. When you finally came down from the high he'd brought you, your first words were a question, asking if he was alright. When he nodded, you started telling him how perfect he was, how good that felt. He liked that almost as much as your moans.
Yet, you felt guilty, never taking care of him. He never asked. In fact he repeatedly denied the offer until you chose to stop asking rather than upset him.
Until one day, when you were on the couch, leaning against him as he read, your hand perched on his thigh. He didn't know if it was the fact that you were wearing such a low cut tank top or how you'd been absent mindedly rubbing circles around his sweatpants while reading over his shoulder, but he was worked up. It took twice as long to finish a page with your motion making his mind go to places it shouldn't.
He was worried, about you rejecting his desires, or something like that. Something mocking or doing something that was uncomfortable. People had done that before, eliciting physical reactions he didn't want to feel. But he wanted to try, to feel you on him the way he'd felt you.
His hands grabbed yours and when you looked up in confusion, he just gently and silently slid your hand a bit further on his leg, towards his erection. He'd absolutely taken care of himself, and often, because it was a quick stress relief that left him tired before bed. But lately, the more he did it, the more his mind wandered to you and that, for some reason, made him finish a lot harder than usual.
Your hand brushed against it and you asked if he was sure before pressing a kiss to the side of his shoulder and sinking down to the carpet below, on your knees in between his legs. Running your hands up and down his thighs in a soothing sort of gesture both calmed him and felt like torture all at once. But it only lasted a little bit, while you promised him he was in control, because that's what he needed to hear.
That he could say no at any time if he was even the slightest bit uncomfortable. When you slid his boxers down, his heart jumped in panic. Of course you noticed the scars on his thighs instantly. But ignored them, because he still hardly ever showed them aside for occasionally wearing short sleeves. You were silent and he was scared but all you'd said at last, was that he was pretty.
"Pretty."
That word had never been used to describe him. Not before his death and certainly not after. Even the feeling of your gentle kiss on his skin and your thumb swiping over the top had him gripping the pillows, still stressed. Your hand took his, squeezing it when your lips finally enveloped him, his length disappearing into your mouth. His breaths were shaky, his hold on your hand getting painfully tight.
He felt like he was in pure bliss, his mouth falling open to pant as his head fell back against the couch practically begging you to keep going. The feeling of your hums had done him in. And his moans, loud and tough, getting whiny towards the end as the euphoria wore off assured you he was fine. He slid his boxers and sweats up quickly, his cheeks red, from the act not embarrassment (he'd say and lie) but you just laid your head on his knee, staring at him, asking how he was.
Good was an understatement. Great, too. Incredible. Amazing. None of those compliments came out. He couldn't speak, just looked back up at the ceiling as his breathing came back under control.
All you'd done in response was tell him he didn't have to say anything if he didn't want to, climbing back into the couch and wrapping your arms around his midsection, resting your head against him. You stayed like that—silent. The only question you dared to ask was if he'd want that again and his response was a kiss.
He realized after that, how truly deeply he loved you.
A feeling he was so unused to, he couldn't pinpoint it for the longest time. You felt safe. Maybe that's what made him want to finally seal the deal with you. Or maybe it was the way his body physically ached in a way that no amount of help from his own hand or your mouth could fix.
Something about it was missing.
He wanted the lights off. You had accepted that, but told him you'd really rather see him. He caved almost instantly, because as afraid he was of you seeing him, he wanted to see you too bad to care enough. You were undressed first, naturally. He'd seen that before, in bed while touching you, or just as you changed it got in the shower. He wasn't any less smitten, still obsessed with every inch of exposed skin. It took a few deep breaths and reassuring words before he was willing to unbutton his shirt.
In fact, he couldn't. He'd asked you to do it.
That felt oddly more intimate to him. Your fingers moved slowly, undoing them one by one, a bit more of his chest exposed with each button undone. You had seen a lot of his scars, after he got more comfortable wearing shorts or shirts that showed his arms. He still never revealed his chest and when you did, he looked away, his teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek to keep from tears brimming in his eyes as he heard the small gasp leave your lips.
He almost jumped when you touched one, your fingertips feeling light as a feather. Tears kept pricking but he refused to let them fall. He was being vulnerable but he couldn't allow himself to be that weak. Your other hand found his cheek, pulling his face to look at your face, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip as you pursed your own, tightly to keep from any strangled sounds escaping.
Your voice was equally as emotional when you eventually spoke, telling him in a shaky voice that he was still pretty. Those words or perhaps how your voice cracked when you said them, broke him. A tear slipped down his cheek and you were quick to brush it away with your thumb and kissed his cheek softly, confessing that you loved him.
He couldn't stand it anymore.
He wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his face in your neck letting himself breathe for what felt like the first time all over again. A real breath. One without any heaviness attached to it because you'd stolen all the stones from his walls one by one. You repeated it, so he knew it wasn't a mistake or accident and he started peppering short kisses to your neck, all the way to your lips, which he kissed deeply, his bare chest pressed entirely around your own.
Your arms were around his neck, in his hair, pulling him closer and his hands started to wander, desperately craving to have you without any barriers anymore. He stared at you, or at least tried to, when he felt your velvety walls surround him, clenching tightly when his hips were finally flushed with yours. His jaw was locked tightly until you started running your hand up and down his spine, telling him he could take a moment, if he needed it.
He did.
Not because he was nervous, since for once, he wasn't, but because he wanted to stare at you in this state and revel in your feeling for a moment more. He did, until it became painful for both of you and every thrust he made was slow and deep, staring into each other's eyes, taking full breaths in at the same time for several moments until his pace was quick, along with your breathing.
Your praise never stopped, even when it wasn't fully coherent and ended in a moan or whine. His own praise for you wasn't lacking either, telling you how perfect you felt, how badly he wanted you, how much he appreciated you waiting on him because he really was enjoying it, probably more than he'd enjoyed anything in his entire life.
When you're both a mess, panting and quiet from the feelings that washed over you both, his body goes limp, laying on top of you. Your hands rub his shoulders reassuringly, although slowly and his hands hold either side of your head, fingers threaded into your hair as he pressed his forehead against yours, feeling your breath on him. It was silent, until he eventually lifted his head to admire you, your stray hairs sticking to your face, your puffy lips, your blown pupils.
He said it back, at that moment.
He loved you too and couldn't stand letting you think anything else for a single moment more.
You didn't respond, but your lips curled into a grin and a heavy sigh left your chest, your hands moving from his shoulders to cup his face and lean up to kiss him.
He rolled you over, causing a slight squeal from you, letting you lay on him so he wasn't crushing you any longer. You rested your head against his chest, silently tracing his scars as he messed with your hair, the moonlight streaming in through the window.
His voice eventually broke the comfortable silence when he whispered to you, asking you to "Say it again."
You didn't hesitate to tell him you'd "Say it as many times as he wanted to hear it."
With his lips twitching, the slight wit he always possessed came back, questioning what you'd do if he "Wanted to hear it forever."
Like before, your response was immediate when you replied, telling him you'd "Say it forever, then."
they were never yours - so what if you find someone who could be?
pairings: toxic!Satosugu x roommate!reader, rebound!Sukuna x f!reader
content: MDNI, angst and smut, roommate AU, heavy yearning and pining, satosugu are dicks not gonna lie, reader isn't taking it though, extremely messy relationship dynamics, emotional hurt, reader standing up for herself, semi-public car sex, protected piv sex
a/n: this was very much inspired by beat your heart to death by the immensely incredibly talented @specialgradefckr !! divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!
You'd seen the ending from the beginning.
They might've sucked you in, but you never fought back. Just stood still and let the quicksand take you until you landed here, sharing the middle bedroom in what some (yourself, included) would consider an unconventional living arrangement. Unstable would probably work too.
You were fucking Satoru, who was probably fucking Suguru, who was also fucking you.
If you didn't move out soon, the single thread holding the tightrope you were barely balancing on was going to snap, and you didn't think any of you would be able to pick up the pieces of whatever was left - as roommates, friends, lovers, or just strangers.
It'd been over from the first day you moved in. Really, the moment you'd met.
Satoru had been all smiles, so eager it was almost ridiculous how funny and charming you found him, his hand sliding over yours and squeezing like he'd known you forever instead of five minutes. He tutored you in your second to last year of college, forged a flirty friendship of sorts, waiting until you were clearly choking on your huge crush on him to introduce you to Suguru. You'd never been able to tell if he was his friend or boyfriend, but it didn't really matter, did it? Because even now, after the past four years, all the time you'd spent trying to carve yourself a place in their lives and living with them, it never made a difference.
There was them, and then there was you.
Their shared laughter and secret smiles, the tender touches and the way their eyes landed on each other from across the room - the subtle looks they exchanged like they were the only people who actually understood each other, you'd have to be stupid to miss any of it. Which, you guessed they thought you were considering the fact they both always waited until the other one was busy or had plans to bend you over the counter or pull your panties off on top of the washing machine and fuck you like you were the roommate they wanted.
"Suguru's gonna be home soon," You tried to warn him, but everything came out muffled, breathless, your face pressed against the soft mattress in Satoru's room, his hips smacking loudly against your ass. He hadn't even waited for you to finish brushing your teeth this morning to burst into the bathroom to whisk you away, throwing you on his bed and splaying you out like he'd been waiting all week for this.
And yeah, you did feel stupid for the faint flicker of hope that maybe he wanted this half as much as you did.
"Can't hear you," He teased, a lazy drawl to his voice, but you could hear the hint of a whine to it, the part of him that was close to climaxing he couldn't hide. His fingers digging into your hip to hold your ass in the air for him, his tip grinding against your womb like he was trying to fill it up too.
Would you let him?
You wanted to say no, that sure, while you might be idiotic enough to play their game of tug-of-war and let them fuck you dumb in the ensuing push-and-pull, you still wouldn't let either of them do that, even if you were on birth control. But they both had a way of convincing you to go along with whatever they wanted, coaxing you into the palm of their hands with pretty promises. A dog on a leash who only needed a few treats to obey their command.
"T-Toru," You whined, clawing at his sheets while his nails cut in your hips, grasping at the last straws of your sanity while you tried to crane your head up enough to look at his phone that had slid out from under his pillow. A message from Suguru was on-screen when you fumbled to check it, sent almost twenty minutes ago saying he was on his way back. "He's-"
His other hand pressed down on the back of your neck right as he bottomed back out in you, your warning turned into another pathetic whimper of his name instead, gasping for air you couldn't seem to keep in your lungs.
As if on cue, you both heard the creak of the front door opening, the warm rumble of Suguru's voice calling from the entryway and Satoru was pulling out, tucking his throbbing erection back into his underwear and poorly hiding it in his sweatpants before yanking your panties back up over your thighs and fixing your flimsy excuse of a nightdress before you flipped over. Your legs were still trembling and the sore bundle of nerves between them was aching from the first orgasm he pulled from you, damp spots of slick and saliva making your panties stick uncomfortably to your skin.
"Meet you in the bathroom in fifteen to finish?" Satoru gave you a crooked grin, swiping a thumb under your eye to wipe away where your mascara had smeared.
"Sure," You nodded, knowing he wouldn't hold up his end of the offer anyway.
It all played out before. Where you'd both greet Suguru, who'd throw you a little smirk, a dark sort of glint in his eyes like he knew, like he'd always known, but he'd never say a word. Just smile at Satoru and ask how your morning was, before the two of them would eventually disappear back into one of their rooms or crash on the couch, an arm slung around the other's shoulder while they invited you to join.
But it mostly just felt like a courtesy invite.
That's what everything felt like with them. An afterthought, a distraction, just something to fill the empty space when the person they actually wanted was gone, someone who they weren't sure what to do with once their missing half returned.
A replaceable part.
Some nights when you declined going out with them, or tried to hole yourself up in your room, they'd invite another girl over, the sound of her laughter always cutting through the walls first before her moans mixing with theirs, the creak of the bedframe squeaking under their weight of the groan of the couch springs. The last one was the thousandth cut, unable to drown out the panting and slam of the headboard hitting the shared wall no matter how loud you turned up the music in your earbuds.
The one time you left, they'd actually had the audacity to complain about being worried about where you'd gone, baiting you with questions about if something was wrong when this whole affair? Relationship? Fucked-up friendship? Well, them or this, whatever it was, that's what was wrong.
If they had no problem sharing - why not you?
Why was it never you?
You guessed you'd just have to live with not knowing and they could just live without you.
They'd have no trouble filling your vacancy in a couple weeks once your new lease started, a small one-bedroom you found on the other side of the city, something closer to your job at least. You didn't pay rent here, Satoru refused to let you considering he owned the three-bedroom apartment you all lived in. It would be shitty to start, you know, actually paying bills and buying groceries, but the cost of your sanity was too fucking high to hand over in order to keep living with them.
You just uh, hadn't exactly told them that yet.
A little voice in the back of your mind wondered if it'd all be over when you did. The friendship, the yearning, the hunger for something unattainable that had been gnawing away at all your muscle and bones and organs until you just felt hollow, a shell of whoever you used to be living in the shadows.
So you settled for hanging in the background, following Satoru quietly out of his room and into the hall, rubbing the back of your neck when he was practically five steps ahead of you to bound into the kitchen, falling so naturally into conversation with Suguru he seemed to have forgotten you were even behind him. Both of them were putting up the groceries, protein bars and eggs and Satoru's favorite brand of chocolate bars, laughing at a joke you weren't privy to.
Neither of them noticed when you slipped back out into the hall, finding a shrinking sanctuary in your bedroom, crawling back under the sheets to sleep until the afternoon, so you wouldn't have to think about either of them for a few hours.
Or the rest of the day, apparently, when you woke up later than you intended and found a note one of them must've crept in your room to leave on the nightstand, Suguru's neat handwriting letting you know they were going to visit an old friend from high school and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.
You couldn't decide if you were relieved or disappointed, the strange fluttering in your stomach as you crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash refusing to go away even after a shower. It was beyond irritating. The hold they had over you even when they were probably hours away. Like the whole world (including yours) just had to revolve around them. The last little piece of your shriveled up heart turning to dust, whatever had kept you tethered to them dissolving with it.
All you wanted was something for yourself for once.
And simply going out for a few drinks to find that something somehow landed you here.
"What's your name again?" You giggled, a little drunk and distinctly dizzy with desire for someone new for the first time in God knows how long, sturdy hands on your waist as you straddled him in the backseat of his car in the parking lot of some sleazy nightclub, hickies probably littering your neck by now.
"Fucked stupid already?" He tch-ed, grunting as his hips rolled up, driving his cock deeper until you really couldn't remember his name. Or yours. Or your stupid roommates you were trying so hard to get away from.
"Oh, f-fuck," You stammered, blinking hard, passing headlights casting shadows on all the sharp features of his face, your fingers tangled in his surprisingly fluffy pink hair. His eyes narrowed, making a clicking sound with his tongue as he studied your face again.
"Sukuna," He finally spat out, taking out his annoyance in repeating himself on the sore bud of your clit, moving one hand to massage rough circles on it as he thrusted up hard.
His mouth returned to your throat, teeth scraping at the skin, no soft or tender kisses, no sweet whispers to cast the illusion this was anything other than what it was. A sloppy hookup, a one-night-stand if you ever actually made it back to his place.
It was refreshing.
The first breeze on one of those summer days where the oppressive heat of the sun felt inescapable, cool on your skin and rustling your hair and reminding you that nothing was forever, even if it felt like it.
You grinded back down on him, tugging on his hair and moaning freely, hoping no one would bother looking too close to the way the windows had started to fog, the slight bounce of the vehicle from the way his hands aggressively guided you up-and-down his thick shaft.
It wasn't awkward, but you didn't know quite what to do with your hands or exactly what to say when you'd only been having sex with the same two people for years. Would it be weird for you to kiss him? Would he like it if you murmured praises between each bruising thrust?
"Stop thinkin' so much," He gruffly mumbled, his mouth smashing against yours, tongue pushing past your lips, drowning you out with the next wave of pleasure.
He was warm. You were warm. A fuzzy feeling settling in your chest, while he stoked a different heat between your thighs, the taste of bourbon on his lips as they seared yours.
Filled to the brim with lust instead of unrequited love for once, split open with it actually, with how fast and hard his hips were thrusting up while his hands held you down. Probably making a huge mess in his backseat but he didn't seem to notice the damp skin slick on his own when his tongue was busy being shoved down your throat, his cock practically bumping into your cervix and aiming to angle deeper, deeper, deeper.
"T-there, oh, oh-" Your own filthy moan cut you off, and you were pretty positive you had just lost your ability to form words at all considering it felt like he'd lodged himself in your lungs, straining for every breath you gasped for. You buried your face in his neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin as you started leaving hot, hungry little sucks across the muscles and tendons and the sharp edge of his collarbone, staining his skin the same way he'd done to yours.
"God," He murmured, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes, teetering right there next to you on the edge. One hand slipped from your hip so two thick fingers could toy with your clit.
Even that was rough, all messy circles and rolling the swollen bud back-and-forth, but the pressure alone was enough to push you over. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle the cry of his name he ripped out of you, splotches of white dancing across your eyes even when they fluttered shut. He kept fucking up into you through your orgasm, pinching at your clit to get you to stop your teeth from sinking into his skin but then he groaned, the reverberations of it settling in your core as his hips bucked up hard one last time and you could tell he was finishing in the condom.
His forehead falling forward, nose bumping against your neck when he suddenly bit you back, sharp canines pressed against your collarbone, your stomach doing somersaults at the new sensation.
"F-fuck," You gasped, moaning as his teeth sank deeper into your skin, marking it with his mouth as he grunted again, squirming against his tight hold when he didn't move a muscle.
Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol or the fact that his cock throbbing inside you was making your brain feel incredibly fuzzy, but all you could think about was wanting more.
"You have another condom?" You muttered against his skin, whining when he readjusted and he lightly pinched at your oversensitive clit again with a chuckle.
"Greedy brat," He murmured, trailing a few rough kisses up your neck.
"Is that a no?" You teased, barely breathing when one of those massive hands of his tethered itself in your hair and tilted your head back to lick a clean stripe along the spot he'd just bitten.
"You think you can handle another round?"
Silence greeted them when Suguru turned the key in the lock and Satoru shoved his way inside first. They left Shoko's early, neither particularly wanting to stay the night when you were waiting at home. The lights were off, curtains drawn, no hum of a tv or phone playing somewhere to fill the empty air.
"Got your favorite, sweetheart," Satoru playfully called out, tossing a plastic bag stuffed full of to-go boxes onto the kitchen counter after flicking on the light switch, Suguru's ears straining to make out any small sound of you while he shut and locked the door back.
The quiet wasn't new, but it felt louder somehow over the past few months. You'd been keeping to yourself more, still laughing and smiling when you were around them, but it all felt dimmed, almost. Rehearsed.
Reciting your lines and practicing your expressions.
Satoru didn't see it.
But Suguru couldn't stop noticing all the little changes. What looked a lot like distance you were trying to wedge between yourself and them.
"She's probably in her room," He frowned, narrowing his eyes at his roommate, the bag crinkling as he started pulling out the boxes.
"Guess so," Satoru nodded, peeking inside one to confirm it was yours before leading the way down the hall. "Think she's asleep?"
"It's midnight," Suguru shrugged, but something uneasy had settled in his stomach. You were probably just passed out already in bed. Why wouldn't you be?
Satoru didn't knock. He steamrolled his way in just to freeze in the doorway, his lips twisting down in a distinct frown when there wasn't a you to be found.
Makeup scattered on the floor in front of your mirror, a few short dresses thrown over your bed like you couldn't decide what to wear.
You were out. The thought crossed his mind before he could stop it, the slim possibility you could be in someone else's bed by now.
"I'm calling her," Satoru mumbled. He dropped your food on your nightstand, plopping down on your bed as he dug his phone out of his pocket.
Suguru knew you weren't going to answer.
Your phone was probably off or on do not disturb, deliberately set so you didn't have to hear from them. The sense of something being wrong had hung in the air all day, like a rotten stench he wouldn't be able to find even if he tore apart every piece of furniture and cleaned every corner.
It wasn't until he got sent to voicemail the third time that Satoru paused, grinding his molars as he looked around your room again.
"She'll call back," He finally said, not making any moves to stand.
Honestly? Suguru wasn't so sure.
Satoru clung to the comfort of what he knew, but Suguru could feel the change in every smile, the way you watched him through tired eyes most days, sitting at the end of the couch or slipping away like you thought you went unnoticed.
It didn't used to be like this.
You used to laugh with them, wiggle your way in-between them on the couch, planning movie nights and cooking together, blushing every time one of them offered a wink or casually flirted with you.
Your attention was intoxicating. And your roommates were greedy.
Other girls they could share. They'd be gone the next morning. But when it came to you?
Everything was different.
Suguru slept with you first. Waited until Satoru left on some business trips six months after you moved in with them to treat you to dinner and by the time you both made it into the taxi back home, his hands were in your hair and his tongue in your mouth before you made it through the threshold. Tearing off both your clothes before he made it back to his bedroom, his shirt in the kitchen and your dress in the living room and your bra in the hallway. How successfully he'd managed to snag your attention under Satoru's nose only heightened the hunger while he watched you climb on top of him, your mouth trailing hungry kisses down his body until your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.
You were his to hold and ruin. To love too, just in his own way.
It wasn't like him and Satoru, sure, but that didn't mean it was worth less. He knew Satoru would agree, too. Because you belonged to him as much as you belonged to Suguru.
So what if it went unsaid?
You had to feel it. Did they not take care of you? Could you not tell in every careful caress or longing look?
You were theirs.
They'd been getting pettier about it, fine, putting on a show to get a rise out of you, waiting for you to do something. Stake some claim on them or ask them to stop. Suguru never wanted to make you cry, but the thought of you tear-streaked and chewing on your lip, confessing he was all you wanted had been playing in the back of his mind from the moment he met you and subsequently decided to steal you from Satoru.
They were both sick, along with the stupid game they dragged you into playing too, competing for you like you were a trophy to be won, but even if the rules were unfair, he couldn't help but think you found every ounce as intoxicating as they did.
It all revolved around you, after all.
You were the referee, the audience, the scorekeeper, the prize at the end of the finish line.
If you wanted both of them, or even just one, they'd make it work. They might strangle or sleep with each other somewhere along the way, but still, they'd figure it out for you. He hated sharing what was his. But he could learn if he had too.
What happened if you didn't want either of them anymore?
"Here."
Something cold was pressed against your forehead, and you were blinking through bleary eyes at the strange surroundings. Bed, tv, dresser, none of them yours, but clearly uh, someone's room. You tried to sit up just, your thighs and hips sore and aching as you reached for whatever was currently trying to give you a brain freeze.
It was some energy drink you were pretty sure they only sold at shady gas stations (probably pending recalls too) electric coloring and exclamation marks on the label. You glanced up, the memories of last night filtering through, albeit a little blurry, as you cracked open the tab and took a sip.
Drunk you had good taste.
In men that was. Sober you thought whatever the fuck you were drinking was terrible.
What's-his-name (Steven?) was hot in that smoldering sorta way, all rough and jagged, the kind of jaw line and frown that insisted he might bite if you looked too long, which only made you want to stare even harder.
"What time is it?" You yawned, stretching as you took another needed sip of caffeine, hoping it'd give you the energy to face the rest of the day and your roommates whenever they returned this afternoon.
"It's almost noon," He grumbled, serious eyes narrowing at you while you shuffled out of his bed still-naked, having to scrounge up your dress and underwear from where it'd been scattered across the room last night.
"Shit," You gritted your teeth, tugging and pulling on your clothing until it was in place, shoving your purse's contents back inside from where they spilled out on his floor. They probably wouldn't be home yet, right?
"Need a ride?"
You'd already rode him - he could return the favor.
Him walking you up to your door instead of just dropping you off was a (not entirely unwelcome) surprise though. Leaning against the wall while you rummaged through your stuff for your keys, his sharp gaze slicing through all of the mess and straight to you.
By the time you fished your key out, his face was just set in hard lines, holding his hand out with an open palm. You just blinked, wondering if the hangover made your brain stop working too.
"Let me see your phone," He gruffly muttered, and even while you frowned back at him, you still complied, unlocking it and passing it over so he could type something.
"What?" You peeked over to see him sending a text to what you guessed was his own number. "Didn't think you're the kind of guy that comes back for seconds."
"Shut up," He grunted, glancing down the hall as he shoved your phone back towards you. You glanced down, making note of the name he added himself as. Sukuna.
"Make me," You mocked, the cheap caffeine or maybe the cologne clinging to his skin making your heart race a little when his hand skimmed over your hip.
"Call me sometime and I will," He threatened. Or maybe it was a promise. Something stuck in between, like he didn't even know.
"I'll think about it," You grinned, turning the key in the lock, pausing as you eyed him one more time.
He was really hot.
And after so long of soaking up being second choice, being someone's first, even if it was only for sex, was nice. Soothed the burn on your skin, filled the hole in your heart even though you knew it was just a patch job, a temporary fix.
You liked the way he checked you out, how openly his eyes trailed over you, the fire behind them. Liked feeling liked.
So when his hand grabbed your waist and his mouth pressed against yours, you let him. It was the first time you received a goodbye kiss with tongue involved, but you were not complaining.
Your hand awkwardly dropping from the door, key still in the lock as his palm pressed flat against your back to pull you in, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip like he didn't have his fill of biting and sucking last night, as if your throat wasn't still bearing the proof of that. A little moan you hadn't meant to make escaped when the hand on your waist slipped low enough to cup your ass and squeezed.
The door opened while his hand was underneath your wrinkled dress, his tongue in your mouth, head tilted back to accommodate him. You just didn't notice until you heard the grunt, the awkward clearing of someone's throat that made you snap out of it, twisting to see Satoru standing there.
His pretty crystalline blue eyes frozen in surprise, his own lips parted like the protest on his tongue just wouldn't come out. Suguru was a few steps behind him, arms folded across his chest, dark stare narrowed to glare at your company.
You expected embarrassment.
But really, a flare of smug satisfaction stoked up in your chest, and you trailed a slow finger up the muscled arm, not pulling away even after the kiss was broken.
"Sorry," You hummed a soft apology, fluttering your lashes as you smiled at him. "My roommates are just a little protective."
"Roommates, huh?" He chuckled, and you could see it in the curl of his lips that he was amused more than anything else.
"Don't worry, they're more interested in each other than me," You shrugged, making a point to not even look over at them.
He laughed.
And god, it felt so fucking good.
Why hadn't you done this months ago?
"I'll call you later," You winked, reluctantly pulling away with a wave, and he smirked, throwing a smug look over at Satoru while you slipped past him. Glancing back to watch the not-subtle way he sized him up, the look in his eyes that dared him to do something before he turned down the hall to leave.
The door slammed shut once you were inside.
You didn't think he even meant to shut it so hard.
But you didn't say anything, brushing past Suguru and ignoring both of them while you headed for your room. Sukuna's assessment was accurate. Neither of them would do anything. Not while the other was there.
When you slammed your bedroom door behind you, it was on purpose. Flipped the lock even though you knew it wouldn't actually hold up if either really wanted in, but wasn't that the point? They couldn't admit that they wanted in, wanted you, if it meant admitting it to each other.
Because once they said it out loud, they couldn't take it back. You weren't fun if you weren't something they could hide. A toy that they'd broken trying to take turns playing with.
At some point, the friendship that had once been there faded, dissolved until all that was left was this stupid tryst. Had it ever even existed? Or was it just a means to this end?
If you weren't warming their beds, a secret kept between their sheets, you had no purpose, no other reason to occupy their time or take up space in their life.
Your point only felt proven when the silence seemed to seep into every crevice the rest of the afternoon, barely stepping foot outside of your room outside of bathroom breaks and grabbing food from the kitchen, empty spaces where memories and laughter used to be.
The first knock came after the sun started to dip below the horizon outside your window, curtains drawn back to let the fading daylight in, scrolling through your phone on your bed, wondering if you'd regret answering.
"Open up? Please?" Satoru called out from the other side, the door creaking as he rested his weight against it, the doorknob twisting when he tried it again.
You sighed getting up, tossing your phone back down on your bed and frowning when you unlocked the door to yank it open, Satoru stumbling inside, his body nearly toppling you over before you pushed him off.
"Yeah?" You blinked, stepping back, putting enough space between you that his stare felt a little less suffocating, pretending the pout on his lips didn't send a sharp pang to your heart.
He wasn't sad he was losing you. He was just jealous you were moving on.
Satoru tried not to show it, wearing another mask like you wouldn't be able to tell what he was feeling when he stepped forward and shut the door behind him.
"Sweetheart," He sighed, talking slow and soft while he reached out to touch you. You took another step back before he could. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"For what?" You shrugged. It wasn't like it was the only time he'd forgotten about you. He just wasn't going to get the opportunity to do it again.
His cool exterior faltered, a flicker of nervousness in his stare at the roles being reversed.
"We didn't get to finish," He hesitated over the words, and you glanced over to the wall you shared with Suguru's bedroom.
"It's fine," You shrugged again.
You'd finished plenty without him later.
"It's not," Satoru murmured, and a few weeks ago, you might've melted at the tender way he was starting at you, the adoration you'd always hoped was there glittering in his bright eyes. But it all felt plastic now.
You could water it and hope it'd grow, but it'd never breathe or change or wilt because it was never real to begin with.
"Gojo," You quietly cut him off before he could say anything else, and he flinched at your use of his last name. "I said it's fine."
You walked around him to slip out of your room, keeping your eyes forward on your way to the kitchen, opening the door to the pantry and rummaging through the shelves for a snack. Acting like you didn't see Suguru sitting at the counter, or feel his eyes on your back when your other roommate followed you.
"You have fun last night?" Suguru broke the silence, his polite question pierced by something you couldn't even place coming from him.
"Yeah," You nodded, not turning around. "You guys?"
"Not really."
"Yep."
They both started talking at the same time, but you were a little more inclined to believe Suguru's plain answer, how dry his no was.
"You really going to go out with that guy again?" He asked, his voice low, and you wondered which one of you was going to scoff first.
"Why not?" You hummed, glancing over your shoulder at them.
Suguru was watching you, his jaw set in a hard line, but he didn't let anything else show past his furrowed brows, but Satoru was silently seething in the stool next to him, elbows on the counter as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.
"When's the last time you even had a boyfriend?" He tried to tease, but it came out bitter.
Whose fault was it that the last one had been before you met them?
