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₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ about me ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
im 19, female, bi, from us (sadly), love anime & cartoons, some (not many!!) video games, youtubers, HUGE cinema nerd, i have a ed (no i dont wanna get better), ive seen lana del rey in concert, and i love tiramisu & the color purple!! ask me about my interests or my playlists! 🩶
is she your ride-or-die bitch? does she know i'm tattooed onto your heart? you can try to fight it, i have left my mark on you, there is nothing you can do
“i-is it always this…we-t?”, eren has the deluded audacity to blurt, his chin positioned atop your left shoulder. his two pistoning digits freeze knuckles deep inside of you. unabashed, he watches as your pussy bears down on him.
“jesus…shit’s so responsive it makes no fucking sense…,” another sly comment escapes his pursed lips, in disbelief that he has his best friend sprawled out on his meaty lap. your shuddering body is trying to process the foreign sensation, too. his opposite arm is wrapped beneath your knee to press a thumb to your clit.
eren gets it now. how you’ve managed to have every guy wrapped around your finger. he sees why he’s had to ward off your pesky boyfriends in the past. you’re warm, wet, slick—“yeah…just like that, ren. keep fucking me li-ke that”. the nasty noises that fall from your pout? even your fucking moans are angelic. those pretty little sounds you make are everything that you are—unapologetic and loud.
don’t get him started on that soft dominance shit. you’re like that in bed, too. it’s not just an overbearing quirk you’ve used throughout your friendship. now he’s had the firsthand opportunity to confirm it. not that this was the original plan for your weekly sleepover.
one question led to another and before you knew it you were allowing your best friend to examine your pussy.
he knows your close again because your nails are buried into his wrist. that doesn’t falter the steady pace in which his thick fingers fuck you. his green eyes marble with the reflection of your wetness. a ring of iridescent cream sits at the base of his fingers. he doesn’t care, though. he’s too concentrated on making you feel better than any of your shitty exes ever could. his wide pupils flicker upwards and they watch as you bite down on the cuff of his your oversized sweater. the very sweater you’d stolen from him the last time you came over. he’s already addicted, hungry eyes taking in everything that is you on the verge of a climax. from your clammy, shaky hands to the tilt of your empty head.
that coil in your stomach snaps—right as he nudges the underside of your swollen clit. “Oo-ooh, this is a big one, huh? only your best friend can make you feel this good, huh?,” he teases, lips pressed to the shell of your overheated ear. his touch sends you into overdrive, your curled legs thrashing against your heaving chest as you try to break free from him. “jesus…no more! no fuckin’ more, Eren,” he knows you mean it because you’ve called him by his government. his strong arm lets your knees buckle inwards—this time he doesn’t use his strength to keep you wide open. no, his drenched palm’s already raised to his lips. without hesitation your best friend laps up your arousal. a feral groan approves of your sweetness—the taste matching the scent.
“you’re gross…,” you waste no time returning to your smart-mouthed self. which earns you a playful snarl from the man behind you. yet, your fingers lift to stroke his flustered cheek as you come down. “you love it,” he grumbles, your taste on his breath. says the one with his hard-on jabbing into your lower back…
18+, fingering, best friend!eren, fem!reader, overuse of ‘fucking’
omg toji mischaracterization makes me SO ANGRY. people calling him poor obviously dont realize that he would make millions everytime he killed sorcerers.. he just had a horrible gambling addiction
Your friends were bad for you, especially when they teased you for being a virgin.
Being a virgin in university was not a crime, nor was it bad... but your friends made you feel like a baby for it. Always cooing at you, saying things like "Don't talk about your sex life! Y/N's here!" before covering your ear with playful gasps, as if you were some innocent 4 year old.
It annoyed you to no end, so you started decided to put plan "begin your sex life" into action. Scoping out the boys in your lecture halls, on campus, are cafe's... everywhere. You hadn't found anyone until you visited an infamous frat part hosted by a man everyone knew on campus.
Suguru Geto. Playboy, fuckboy, almost every other girl has heard of how ungodly of a dicking he gave... and his infamous labret lip piercing.
You actually had eyed up Nanami at first, ticking off your mental checklist. he had money, if you fell pregnant he would be responsible, he's nice to you in your criminal law lectures. He was perfect! Your innocent smile must have attracted the wolves in the dark, as just as you were about to approach the blond haired man, someone's arm slid around you shoulders.
Wide, confused eyes, meeting purple irises with a small glint in them. The man's hair was tied up into a short half up, half down, silky black locks resting on his shoulder. That infamous lip piercing, those soft lips, that sweet alluring voice speaking against your ear, separated from the rest of the loud party.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you at one of my parties," Suguru purred.
"Oh I'm just—"
"I heard whispers from the grapevine that you were looking for someone to take your virginity, is that right?" He cooed at you, taking the opportunity to twirl a lock of your hair in his hand, his other large hand holding onto a can of Pepsi. A small chuckle escaping his lips at the blush spreading across your cheeks when you darted your gaze away. So fucking adorable, he thought.
Frantic eyes darting away, you refused to look at him. It was so embarrassing for him to know. Not to mention, how did he even know?
Amidst the smell of sex, sweat and alcohol in the loud, raging party, all you could focus on was Suguru's piercing gaze on you. The way he licked his bottom lip, his piercing shifting slightly from the movement. "Uhm... how'd you know about that? I didn't tell anyone.." you muttered, seeing as you had only ever told the nerdy guy you sat next to at the anime club on Thursdays, Gojo— oh. oh.
His best friend. Of course Suguru would know, since Satoru wasn't able to keep his mouth shut about a single thing.
"How I know, is not important," Suguru hummed to you before giving some random guy passing by his half drunk Pepsi can, flashing a charming smile before turning his attention back to you. "What is important... is the guy you're choosing, and so far I'm not likin' the looks you're giving Kento."
"Yeah, but I don't wanna choose Satoru since he's already dating suk—" you were speaking, before cutting yourself off with a frozen look. Suguru's soft lips pressing gently against your forehead.
"I'm not talking about Satoru. I'm talking about me."
...
You don't even know how you ended up here. In Suguru's bedroom. With a naked Suguru, and a naked you.
A blush kissing your soft cheeks and the tips of your ears, the tip of your nose burning red. Clammy hands, and spread legs as you were overthinking every minuscule detail. Small whined and whimpers slipping past your lips as you wished to keep those embarrassing noises inside.
Suguru grumbled, looking up from between your legs. His hair a mess, his mouth, lips and chin dripping from your slick. "Hey. Eyes on me, and stop hiding your moans..." he trailed off when lowering his head again and suckling on your clit, flicking kitten licks over the sensitive nub, "...you sounds so good."
Needy whines and moans escaped your pursed lips, as you arched your back and dug your hands into his hair, "...S-sugu... mm-mh.."
"fuck yeah, moan for me," a muffled groan came out from between your thighs, drowned out by the lewd and loud suckling and slurping. His hands kneading your hips, keeping you close, while your thighs tightened, keeping his head trapped against your leaking, wet pussy. "More.." you moaned out for him, a little embarrassed.
He let out a wet chuckle from between his erotic groans. "Yeah? Want more?"
He slipped a finger inside your tight little hole, making your hips buck up, and you bite down on your bottom lip from the sensation. Curling it to rub up on your gummy walls, he licked around your folds and pussys lips, before doubling down on his licking at your clit.
A second finger soon slipped inside, making you moan in a loud, lewd tone. Your walls were beginning to quiver, a new sensation taking over your body. "w-wait–"
"shh, just let it happen doll.. fuck, just cum on my tongue.."
You drawled out a moan of his name, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching, pushing out your tits into the air. Nipples pebbled, and a warm, numbing feeling washing down your waist. Warm liquid trickling down your thighs, as Suguru groaned deeply and eagerly suckled up your cum, fingers digging into the plush of your hips.
He pulled away after about a minute, breathless with your cum dripping down his chin and completely coating the lower half of his face. He wiped it with the back of his hand before a lazy smirk took over his lip.
"Didn't know you were such a slut... cumming all over my tongue like that and moaning my name."
"it's embarrassing... don't talk about it," you muttered in the haze of bliss, blushing shyly when Suguru shifted to be on top of you, your thighs spread and wet pussy rubbing against his navel. You could feel his erection, hard and striking brush against your ass when he damn near folded you in half.
"don't talk about it? Are you fucking serious? it's all I can think about right now..." he trailed off, eyes lustfully gazing over the naked you pinned beneath him.
“Do you even realise—” Suguru huffed before grabbing the length of his dick, pre cum dribbling down onto your wet pussy lips. He rubbed the head over your folds, before gently parting your folds to start pushing the thick head of his cock inside your tight, wet hole. “—just how much I’ve wanted you?”
You hiccuped softly, beginning to whine and claw down his back. Bringing him down closer down against you, “h-huh? Whatdda mean..?” You drawled, moaning when the thick head of his sock popped inside your hole. He let out a guttural groan, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “H-hurt… go slow,” you whined softly, feeling the initial pain. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Shh.. shh.. I’ll be gentle, baby just—just f-fuck.. don’t squeeze me like that..”
He started to thrust. He was… surprisingly gentle with his hips, knowing exactly how to touch you and tease you without making you burst into tears from the pain. “F-fuckfuckfuck… you’re gonna make me blow my load on the s-spot..!” He groaned before letting out a small needy whine against your neck.
“You s-seriously never noticed? I literally asked for your number on orientation week..!”
You whined against his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you were being fucked dumb, just a floor above one of the loudest parties you’d ever been to. His cock slipping in and out of your walls with ease, the lewd shlicks telling a story between the creaking on the bed. The stretch of having a cock inside you for the first time was… painful, you wouldn’t lie about it.
“W-whennn? I don’t remember—“ you whined between moans and whimpers, before hitching your breath when realising what he was talking about.
His purple eyes, big dorky glasses, black silky hair in a messy bun, and pursed lips as he gave you his phone with trembling hands. Talking about wanting to get your number, and about to introduce himself… before feeling his phone quickly given back to him and seeing you run off into the distance.
You blushed at the memory, knowing why you had ran away.
“I— *hic* I was scareddd.. you were the first guy who asked for my number and I got s-scareddd..” you let out a small needy whine, tightening your arms around his neck and scratching, leaving red lines on his muscular, sweaty back. Moans escaping your lips without control.
His thrusts got faster, deeper, as he cooed and shushed you against your ear. His lips pressing kisses all over your neck, before sucking small purple hickeys. The thick head of his cock pressing against your gummy cervix, the squishy head prodding at it insistently.
Before you felt another orgasm wash through you. Moaning, “S-Sugu..” out against his shoulder with a lewd cry.
His thrusts got wetter, his balls now covered in your slick cum, slapping against your ass. His plunging cock slowly slowing down, even if he didn’t get to cum himself yet. A gentle kiss was pressed against your forehead again, before your eyes met his purple ones that seemed so soft under the moonlight that flickered through the blinds of his window. The room smelled of sex and sweat now, but Suguru wasn’t nearly done with your body.
“…you wanna get my number now, doll?”
You nodded to him, hiccuping softly with a pout when you felt emotions wash over you. The hottest guy in your university had asked you out—and you had run away scared when he did.
“And hey— those friends you told me about? Yeah. Not happening. You hang out with me now.”
