synopsis ა your best friend yuji can be a little curious at times, what's the worst that could happen? ა wc 3.3k
cw ა nipple sucking/breast play, grinding/dry humping (clothed -> bare), no actual penetration (unfortunate for yuji), cum on pussy, clit stimulation
masterlist (for this series on my new blog)
“wait— are your nipples hard?”
you look up from your phone, sprawled out on his bed, and yuji’s just stepped back in from the shower—sweats low on his hips, hair damp and curling a little at his forehead. you don't answer right away, too distracted by how warm his skin looks in the low light. he’s still got that post-shower glow, chest bare and flushed from the heat.
“they are, right?” he says, pointing as he moves closer. “i can see them through your shirt.”
you feel yourself flush, instinctively crossing your arms over your chest—but the shirt’s thin, soft cotton, and you’re not wearing a bra underneath. and now yuji’s standing at the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on your tits like they’re doing something he can’t explain.
“why’re they like that?” he asks, climbing onto the mattress beside you. “is it the cold? or... me?”
he grins when he says that, and you roll your eyes even though your heart jumps a little. “probably just the cold,” you say, voice light. but he doesn't let it go.
“can i touch them?”
you pause. “seriously?”
“yeah,” he says, already scooting closer, gaze flickering to your face for permission. “just wanna feel. they look really soft.”
your breath catches as he leans in, hand reaching slowly—like he's not sure if they’ll vanish if he moves too fast. he palms over your shirt first. warm, gentle fingers splayed, like he wants to touch all of you at once.
“fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, squeezing just enough to make your nipples push harder into his palm. “they're so squishy. like, they actually— wow.”
you huff a soft laugh, flustered. “you sound amazed.”
“i am,” he says, grinning again. “they’re warm too. and they move. like—” he bounces them slightly in his hands, wide-eyed. “i knew they would, but it's different when you're actually feeling it.”
you bite your lip, breath stuttering as he rubs a slow circle around your nipple. the friction of the shift drags just right, and your hips shift against the bed without thinking.
“wait— hang on,” he says, sitting up a little. “can i see them?”
he's already tugging the hem of your shirt up before you answer, and when your tits are bare in the low light, his mouth falls open just a little.
“holy shit.”
his hands return immediately. skin on skin this time. warmer, more sure. he cups both in his palms, thumb brushing over one peaked nipple while he lowers his head down towards the other.
he groans when he latches on. the heat of his tongue, the suction, the way he flicks and sucks and hums softly under his breath like he's tasting something new and can't get enough.
you gasp, back arching into him, hand sliding into his hair without thinking, and yuji moans against your skin. “you’re really sensitive here,” he mumbles between kisses. “it’s so fucking cute.”
his voice is lower now. caught between curiosity and something deeper.
he switches to the other side, not wanting to leave it out. his fingers never stop moving, still playing with the one he just abandoned, gently pinching and rolling the swollen bud while his tongue works the other. your thighs rub together, slick pooling between them, the heat crawling higher every second.
“can’t stop,” he says suddenly, voice thick. “they’re just... so soft. and the nosies you make when i suck ‘em— fuck.”
his hips are closer than they were before. you notice it when he shifts, thigh sliding between yours—right up against the soaked heat of your panties. you gasp, and he freezes.
“...wait.” his eyes flick down. “are you seriously grinding on me right now?”
your hips had only moved once—just enough to catch that perfect friction against his thigh—and now he's frozen beside you, eyes darting between your flushed face and where your soaked panties are rubbing slow and soft against him.
“i didn't mean to,” you say, but the words are thin, too airy to be believable. “i just... your thigh was right there."
yuji lets out a laugh, breathless and high, the kind that bubbles up when he's trying to play it cool but is very much not cool about it.
“i mean... yeah,” he says. “it’s a good thigh.”
you laugh too, helplessly, burying your face in his shoulder—but you’re still moving, almost on instinct now, grinding down just enough to drag wet cotton across his leg.
“okay, wait,” he says, pulling back to look at you properly. ”you’re— you’re actually wet.”
“yuji—”
“no, like, hold on.” he scoots down a little, hand trailing over your stomach, fingertips brushing the waistband of your panties. “can i just...? i wanna feel.”
you suck in a breath, already nodding. his hand moves slowly, like he's worried you'll change your mind, like he can't believe he's being allowed to do this. he cups you over your panties, palm firm.
“you’re so wet... like, soaked. through your panties. that’s actually so hot.”
“stop narrating.”
“i can't help it,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down. “it's just, you're so warm... right here.” his fingers rub in a little circle, just over the centre of your pussy. “do you always get like this? from someone just... touching you?”
“i dont know,” you manage, breath hitching. “you’re the first one to ask that many questions while doing it.”
he grins, eyes wide with delight. “i’m a very thorough guy.”
you hum, hips twitching up against his hand, chasing more. yuji groans again, like the motion physically short-circuits something in him.
“shit, now I’m hard.”
you glance down, and sure enough, his cock is straining against his sweats, a thick line pressing into the fabric, twitching slightly as he ruts forward once.
“you got hard from watching me grind on your thigh?”
“yeah, no shit!” he says, laughing, the sound all nerves and want. “you’re dripping wet and moaning on my leg, dude, this is so much.”
you bite your lip. “do you wanna...?”
“can i?” he says immediately, eyes huge. “can i just, like... grind against you too? just like this, please.”
you let your legs fall open wider and nod, tugging him in by the waistband. when his hips roll forward, and he presses his cock against your hip, both of you gasp.
yuji laughs, a little wild, almost in disbelief. “holy fuck. that’s so good.”
he starts grinding slow, your panties dragging with every roll of your hips while his cock throbs through the fabric of his sweats. your bodies fall into this shared rhythm, breathy and messy and close enough that it’s hard to tell where yours ends and his begins.
you grab at his shoulders, nails digging in just slightly.
“fuck, yuji—”
“i know,” he pants, moving against you, cock heavy and pressed tight where you need it most. “i know, it’s— god, it’s not enough, but it’s already so much.”
his hips start moving faster, grinding into you with more pressure now, and your wet panties catch on every stroke, every twitch of your body pulling another desperate sound out of him.
“i wanna take them off,” he mumbles, thumbs already hooking into his sweats, already lowering them. he’s flushed down to his chest, sweat glinting at his temples, body tense and tight and so turned on it looks like it’s killing him.
“can i?” he asks, softer this time. “just wanna feel it.”
you let out a soft, breathless sigh, nodding shyly as you reach down and push them the rest of the way down. yuji ruts forward with a sound that borders on a whimper, his cock dragging hot and heavy against your soaked panties.
“oh— fuck,” he pants, hips stuttering as he presses in harder. “you’re— shit. you’re so wet. i can feel everything.”
every inch of him is getting slicker by the second—each grind coating him more, your slick painting the flushed underside of his cock as he moves in slow, desperate ruts.
his forehead is pressed to yours, breathing hard, body shaking with how careful he’s trying to be—but it’s not careful anymore. not with how he’s grinding into you like he needs it, like he’s never going to get enough of this.
“you’re shaking,” you whisper, voice light, teasing, your fingers tangled in the damp pink of his hair. “you gonna come just from humping me?”
he lets out a helpless laugh, his cock twitching against the soaked cotton. “probably,” he admits, and you feel the curve of his grin against your cheek. “fuck, this is so hot. i didn’t think it would feel like this— like it’s not even in, and it’s still... fuck.”
you rock your hips to meet him, rolling slow, dragging him up and down your slit through the fabric. the head of his cock keeps catching on the soft dip of your panties, pressing where you’re warmest, slickest.
then one thrust goes a little too deep. it’s fast, barely a second, but the head of his cock slips, pushing just past the soaked cotton. right against your entrance. yuji chokes on a sound, freezing above you.
“wait...”
he pulls back immediately, breathing hard, eyes wide, the moment passing like lightning—but the feel of him almost inside still lingers, still burns. you’re both frozen for a second, wide-eyed, panting, your pussy throbbing around nothing.
“did i—?” he starts.
“you didn’t,” you say quickly. “not really.”
he swallows hard, eyes flicking down to your panties, how they’re clinging now, half-shifted to the side. his cock is shiny with your slick, twitching against you like he’s seconds from losing it.
you let your hips roll again—just slightly—and his body shudders.
“we can keep going,” you whisper, eyes searching his. “if you want...”
there's a heat pulsing low in your belly as you feel the tremble in yuji’s arms. still hovering above you, eyes wild and stunned from how close he just came to slipping inside. he hasn’t moved since. like if he does, he’ll either lose it completely or break whatever spell you’re both wrapped in.
you reach down between your bodies, fingers sliding along the soaked edge of your panties. his eyes snap to your hand, wide and blown out.
“you can rub against it,” you say, voice quiet but clear, every word landing hot against his skin. “you just... can’t put it in.”
you hook your fingers under the soaked cotton, dragging them gently to the side. the moment your pussy’s bare to the air, flushed and dripping, slick clinging between your folds, yuji’s whole body goes tense above you.
“oh my god,” he whispers, voice shaky. “fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“you gonna keep staring, or—”
he doesn’t even let you finish. he shifts forward, gently, his cock dragging directly over your bare folds now. It’s wet and hot and so much all at once—the weight of him rubbing against your pussy, the head catching on your clit just enough to make you shudder.
“this is... this is insane,” he pants, hips already rolling forward. “it’s so slippery...”
“don't put it in,” you remind him.
“i won’t,” he says quickly, already grinding back down. “i won’t, i promise, i swear, just need to feel this.”
your pussy is practically sucking him in, even without penetration. soaking his cock as he grinds against you, bare skin on bare skin. he moves slowly at first, like he’s testing every motion, every reaction—your breath hitching, the twitch of your thighs, the way you moan when the head of his cock slides over your clit just right.
“...so wet, you’re getting it everywhere," he groans, dragging himself along your slit again and again.
your legs wrap loosely around him, hips canting up to give him more. “keep doing that,” you murmur, voice thinner now.
his rhythm gets messier, more desperate.
your hand reaches up, curling into the back of his neck. overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock rubbing raw against you, so close to slipping back inside at any moment, but never crossing that line. it makes your clit throb, makes you ache with it.
“every time i move,” he chokes, “i think i’m gonna slip in again.”
“then don’t move too fast,” you say, a little breathless.
“i can’t, you feel too— fuck, too good.”
his cock catches at your entrance again. just pressing, slick and teasing, like your body is pulling him in on instinct. yuji freezes, hips trembling.
“f-fuck,” he chokes out, voice high and breaking. “you’re pulling me in. you’re actually—”
every nerve in your body is on fire from how close he is. you could tilt your hips an inch, and he’d slide in with no resistance, but he doesn’t move. he keeps grinding instead—slow and desperate, dragging himself up again, letting his cock catch on your clit before sliding back down, painting your folds in more slick and pre.
“yuji,” you whisper, “keep going. don’t stop.”
his breath shudders. he presses in again, rutting deep between your folds, every stroke hotter, sloppier, more urgent. then he dips his head and takes your nipple back into his mouth.
you gasp, back arching off the bed as his tongue flicks and licks, mouth hot and wet and sucking. he groans against your chest, the vibration making you moan, and his hips buck hard into you.
“i’m gonna—” he gasps, voice muffled by your skin. “fuck, think i’m gonna come.”
he tries to pull back, tries to move off of you like he’s still trying to be good, but your hand is already on his back, holding him there, pushing your hips up to meet his.
“just do it,” you whisper. “come on me.”
his mouth clamps around your nipple again, sucking desperately as his hips jerk forward.
his cock presses hard against your pussy as he comes, spilling hot and thick all over you. you feel the wet heat of it painting your pussy, sticky and warm, dripping between your thighs as he rides it out in slow, shaking thrusts.
he doesn’t stop mouthing at your nipple the entire time. he just stays there, whining against your skin, hips twitching through the aftershocks while his come spreads across your folds and soaks your thighs.
yuji lifts his head slowly, face flushed, lips wet, then stares down between you.
“...wow,” he says softly, voice still shaking. “i made a mess.”
you glance down too—and yeah, he did. you’re soaked with him. his cock is still twitching, resting against your slick pussy, streaked with his come.
“yeah,” you murmur, dragging your hand down his spine. “you really did.”
his head dips back down, lips sealing back around your nipple like he’s nursing on instinct, tongue dragging lazy circles over the sensitive tip.
“yuji—” you whimper.
“don’t stop me,” he mumbles against your skin, voice wrecked but determined. “you didn’t come yet.”
your whole body shivers, and his free hand slides down your stomach. “i wanna see it,” he says, almost whispering, fingers slipping lower, reaching your soaked, come-covered pussy. “wanna feel what you’re like when you come like this.”
his hand dips between your folds, and you gasp—the contact messy and hot, making him groan at the feel of it. you open your mouth to say something, anything, but the second his fingers find your clit, the words die.
he circles it gently, his touch slippery from the mix of fluids, and his mouth still hasn’t left your nipple. he sucks there like it’s what’s keeping you still—a soft hum vibrating from his throat into your chest.
“yuji... please...”
“you like that?” he breathes, fingers working tighter little circles, his pace quickening with every whimper you give him. “is that good? tell me when it’s good.”
“i-it’s good, yuji... don’t stop—”
he moans softly in response, mouthing at your chest with more heat now, like your voice is pulling it out of him. his fingers rub harder, slipping perfectly over your clit, the slick mess only helping him move faster, smoother.
“i can feel you twitching,” he murmurs. “you’re close, huh?”
you nod, eyes squeezed shut, body starting to arch under him.
“you’re gonna come like this?” he asks, grinning a little now. “just from me touching you? just from my mouth and my fingers?”
his cock drags just once over your slick folds as he shifts—not to start more, just to feel—and then settles back to focus, hand relentless on your clit, mouth sucking greedily at your nipple.
the heat breaks fast. your whole body locks, back arching off the mattress as the pressure unravels in one long, gasping moan. your pussy clenches around nothing, heat pulsing through your clit while he watches everything from just a breath away.
yuji keeps going through it, working you through your orgasm, still lapping at your nipple, whispering, “that’s it. that’s so good. look at you.”
when he feels your body start to go pliant under him, he finally lifts his head, mouth shiny, lips swollen.
“there,” he says softly. “now we’re even.”
lowkey nervous bc i feel like my writing dips in quality the longer i go on which is why i tend to stick to shorter stuff... if u read the whole thing and still enjoyed it then hi i love u
toji starts acting different when an audience is involved
18+ camgirl reader x fwb toji, filming, prone bone, headlock, possessiveness, dirty talk, creampie
toji doesn't bat an eye the day you ask him to join you on stream.
the deal you lay out for him is simple. a generous 30% of your tips just to come on cam and fuck you the way he always does. a couple of basic positions, maybe a toy if your viewers really want one. there were only so many ways to get off in front of an audience, why not add another person into the mix?
and toji agrees like he was born for it. call it the way his dick tends to speak for him after a quick fuck, or his soft spot for anything that involves touching you. either way, the man ponders your offer as casually as he would the weather, pulling your naked body closer with a very serious "what day do you need me?"
he shows up to you apartment a handful of days later with a purpose, freshly showered with his choppy fringe styled the way you love. he greets you at the door with a kiss far too deep to not send butterflies between your legs. he leads you to the bedroom with an unreadable look on his face, hand splayed across your lower back.
your viewers adore him, and that's putting it very mildly.
he's been teasing you for the better half of an hour, answering questions with his dick to the hilt and his hands cupping your ass. you’re all but weightless in the seat of his lap, arms thrown around his neck with your legs bracketing his. toji takes the time to savor you, watching the way you shake every time he lifts you up and down his throbbing length.
"huh, how'd we meet?" he mumbles, leaning forward to read a question at the top of the queue "uhh, college i think? fucked her at a halloween party and i guess she never got tired of me." he laughs, thrusting up into you to punctuate the shitty joke.
the set you'd worn for him hadn't stood a chance from the second you turned the camera on, shucked off and discarded on the floor by his heavy hands in the handful of minutes leading up to this very moment. toji wasn't just fucking you, he was drawing it out, teasing you up the wall just because he can.
he takes a moment to spread you open, hands pulling your cheeks apart to show off where your bodies meet. the viewers go wild at that, throwing money at the both of you like there’s no tomorrow.
you perk up at the telltale ding! letting you know a hefty donation had gone through, turning to try and get a better look at the monitor.
except, toji grabs your chin with practiced efficiency, pulling your face into his neck before you’re able to read what the accompanying request says.
“hm?” he hums, scanning the brightly lit screen. “yeah, i can do that.” he reasons, shifting onto his knees underneath you.
you whine into the crook of his neck as he finally lays you down on your back, feeling him lean to the side to pick up the camera.
“wait you’re not supposed to–.” you whine, all too aware of how deep he feels inside of you now. you watch him swipe the little device from its place on your desk, holding it up to your pussy with his lip caught between his teeth
"not supposed to what? hm?" he asks, fake sympathy lacing his tone. “fuck, look at that.” he grumbles. “this what you guys wanted?”
the chat detonates with a force you’ve never seen before. you’re already way past your donation goal for the night, with more money funneling in every minute.
he sets a steady pace for the both of you, fucking his wet cock in between your legs with seamless thrusts. you can feel every inch of him like this. the way his tip drags heavy inside of you, how his girth stretches your hole to it’s maximum. even the veins on the underside of his shaft lick at you sweetly.
he holds the camera right up to your shaky body. the frame shakes every time his hips meet your ass, and the mic is probably picking up his heavy breaths but neither of you care at this point. this isn’t about the content anymore, toji’s fucking you like he wants to eat you alive.
he presses his palm gently into the little pudge of your stomach, searching, wanting.
“mhm, there it is.” he drawls, massaging the shape of his length through your tummy. “you feel me in here?”
you nod shakily, not knowing whether to look into the camera or up at him.
“yeah? gonna keep me in here?”
he’s never like this when the camera is off. never as performative as he is now. you flutter around him involuntarily and the groan it earns you practically comes from his soul, his shoulders shaking with pleasure.
“oh, fuck.” he drawls, fastening a hand to the meat of your hip to ground himself. he leans forward then, lips attaching to your neck as he grinds the head of himself inside of you.
“pussy’s too fucking good.” he grumbles, “way too good.” you feel his head turn to the camera at that last part, almost like he’s trying to prove a point to the viewers at home. that’s when it clicks. toji didn’t just agree to come on here and fuck you, he came to lay a claim on you. to show the people who tune in every night that only he could fuck you like this.
“who’s this belong to?” he asks sternly. he slaps the tip of himself against your budding beat, filling the room with slick noise. “say it.”
you’re so far gone you barely register the question. all you can focus on is getting him back inside of you. too slaps himself against you again, harder this time. you jolt at the stimulation.
“fucked you stupid already?” he teases. five fingers close around your chin and guide your face to the side, right in line with the camera. “who’s this pussy belong to? hm?”
“yours.” you breathe.
“nobody else’s?” he finally sheaths himself inside of you, and you both groan. toji wastes no time and quickly works his way up to a steady pace. in and out like a piston in a well oiled machine.
“no, nobody.” you punctuate. the hand around your chin finally releases and moves down to the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg forward until your knee reaches your chest.
he’s so deep like this, deep enough it even hurts a little if you focus too much.
“gonna let me cum inside?”
you nod, squealing at a particularly deep thrust.
“yes, fuck, always.”
“whenever i want?”
“whenever you want.” you whine, head ascending to the clouds as the pad of his huge thumb makes down to rub over your clit. toji plays your body like a fiddle. like he's the only man on earth who'll ever make you feel this good. in a way, he pretty much is.
you can feel your heartbeat in between your legs now, hammering against your walls to the beat of each stroke of his. toji hisses, almost like he can feel your impending orgasm, and pulls out with a nasty squelch to set the camera back on your desk and flip you over as quickly as he can.
he has you on you stomach now, fully in sight of the cam with his forearm locked against your neck, holding your head up for the viewers at home. toji lays flat up against you, focusing the brunt of his weight into fucking you prone bone.
a quick peek at the monitor confirms your suspicion that you look ruined like this. lips pressed into a pout from the force of his bicep curled around your face, sweaty hands fisted into the sheets below you for purchase, the whole nine yards. toji must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he looks at you. proud, almost. like you’re something he created with his bare hands.
“gonna show them how you cum for me?” he asks you, low enough for only you to hear.
you nod the best you can, unable to hide the sweet noises he draws out of you with every press of his hips. you’ve cum on only his dick before, but this feels different. stronger, almost. more intimate. the world beyond your bed seems to be the furthest thing from your mind right now. toji is the only thing you can focus on.
the chat is up to a rolling boil at this point. you’ve wracked up enough money to pay your rent and then some, not to mention the jaw dropping orgasm you feel building in your stomach. toji seems more focused on cumming than making the viewers happy at this point, pistoning into you like he was born for it.
he angles his hips just a tad bit lower, and just like that, you’re clamping down on him hard. creaming on his heavy length with a noise so desperate you’re 90% sure it’s what pushed him over the edge as well.
his load seems to go on for ages, filling you up in steady, hot pumps until it spills out from around the length of him. the arm curled around your face slowly retracts, leaving you face-down in the sheets with your legs shaking and your chest heaving.
toji snakes his fingers under your chin to turn your gaze toward him, letting the pad of his thumb stroke your cheek softly. his presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, cradling your face in his palm for a few moments until he’s sure you’ve come down from the cloud you’re on.
he pulls out of you slowly, hand on your lower back to keep you from squirming too hard. you watch him pad over your desk, cock swinging between his legs as he bends down to face the camera with a sleazy grin before waving goodbye to everyone and pressing "end stream".
synopsis: you and gojo satoru are the biggest otaku nerds in your entire university. sharing the same interests, arguing who is the better waifu, and bragging about who has the most merchandise. little did you know that he's more of a otaku nerd, but a hentai addict. you found his stash as the two of you were having your weekly anime night, perhaps you could help him recreate his favorite panel.
content warnings: sub!gojo , softdom!femreader , brief shoko and geto cameo , gojo is a whiner AND a moaner , overstimulation , handjobs , blowjobs , unprotected piv , usage of the word mommy , nipple play , creampies , heavy breeding kink , inexperienced!gojo , praise kink , backshots , missionary , aftercare , gojo is so clingy LMAO
author's note: this fanfic is inspired by the lovely @sunasbon with her nerdy!gojo fic and @blkkizzat ‘s otaku!gojo fic !! UGH I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCHHH!!!!!! otaku gojo is my life and my SOUL. hope everyone enjoys this one!!! also HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
geto and shoko looked at each other blankly as you and gojo were arguing about who was the most powerful character in anime history in the middle of a cafe, already gaining attention of how loud they were. they were so used to them bickering about random anime shit that they had no knowledge of—every since you transferred universities, your life become much more fun and entertaining; you made a bunch of new friends that had the same interests as you except for geto and shoko.
you met geto and shoko in your english class after your professor paired up the three of you for an project, once you became more closer with the two of them; they discovered your love for anime and sorta teased you for it, which is fine you really don't care anymore.
when you found out that there was a anime club in your university, you immediately signed up which lead you to be the co-president of the club— the people in your club made you feel that you were seen after being teased in your high school years just for liking anime and cosplaying your favorite anime characters. everything was all amazing until you meet the biggest otaku, gojo satoru.
you see, before the two of you became the bestest friends—you guys kind of had rivalry relationship when you guys joined the anime club. always bickering about which anime is more better, which of your each other's manga has made the most copies, and other things that otakus can debate about. the rivalry became so intense you guys began comparing each other of who has the most merchandise or anime figurines.
eventually, you guys gave in and pulled aside the rivalry relationship, creating a bond together as best friends. together you guys went to anime cafes, buying manga together, going to conventions, and going to each other's apartment to watch new animes weekly. this friendship made you feel that nobody was judging anyone, always supporting each other and always having a great time together.
but, you guys still had these kinds of arguments.
"goku is the most powerful character, he can destroy saiki's ass!" gojo bickered, slamming the table.
"this guy is 16 years old and basically has every powers you can think of!" you rolled your eyes.
"bullshit! goku can blast him off from the earth with his spirit bomb!"
"you guys are such losers." shoko giggled.
"can't we just eat our fucking food? i don't want to hear you nerds talking about your animation debates." geto groaned.
"IT'S CALLED ANIME! NOT ANIMATION!" you and gojo yelled at the same time.
"geez, i always wonder why i became friends with the two of you." geto murmured.
the trio and you had an amazing time together at the cafe, eating delicious food that geto was finally happy eating after listening you and gojo bickering about otaku shit, complaining about midterms and predicting how well you did, and talking about life in general. after eating such great food, geto and shoko said their goodbyes to the two of you—as you and gojo were walking together, shoko glances over and sighs.
"don't they have like their weekly anime watch party?" shoko questioned.
"yea, what a bunch of dorks." geto teased, looking back at the two of you.
"do you think they be fucking instead?" shoko questioned again, actually be serious and quite curious.
"what kind of question are you asking me that?!" geto looks at shoko with a surprised, and disgusted look.
"i'm just curious, geez." shoko rolled her eyes, beginning to walk away.
"now, i always wonder why we are friends." geto scoffed.
"yeah, yeah." shoko laughed.
. . .
"maybe you might be right." geto replied.
“what can i say?” shoko shrugged.
later, the two of you arrived at gojo's apartment—let's say entering his apartment is basically an otaku's fucking heaven. plushies in every single corner, an entire bookshelf of just manga, and anime figurines in the counters. you placed your stuff on the couch and walked over to gojo’s room which his room is the most unexpected..
his room was basically filled with the color of pink, an entire shelf full of cute anime girl figurines, those rhythm game posters around his room, plushies of his favorite characters, hello kitty and sanrio merchandise, and a body pillow of some hot anime girl in his bed—which, of course you’re not judging at all because you own a few body pillows yourself.
you looked around his bedroom, just admiring how pleasing it is to see and somewhat shocked by how pink his room is. gojo is already in the bed, choosing the anime in their watch list in the television, gojo was bickering with you to hurry up so you guys could finish—you rolled his eyes and began crawling into the bed, but suddenly you accidentally dropped one of gojo’s miniature figurine.
your heart dropped and got out of the bed, gojo paused the anime and was clearly mad at you for knocking over his figurine. you got on your knees and look to find the figure, the figurine was under his bed—you sighed with relief but as you were grabbing the figure, a ominous box was in the center underneath gojo’s bed.
“hey! what’s taking you so long?” gojo bickered.
"nothing, it's just i found this box under your bed." you looked back up at gojo, all you could see is his facial expression completely change—his eyes full of fear, mouth quivering and gaping.
"w-whatever you do, don't fucking look inside the box." gojo shuddered.
"or what? do you have something really freaky?" you teased.
"n-no! it's just- well- it's really just-"
"oh my god! don't tell me you own a fleshlight."
gojo gets off the bed, on his knees; begging. "i do not! j-just please don't look inside the box..!!"
"come on, i bet that box doesn't have anything that bad—"
"WAIT!!-" his hand reaches out, you opened the box, eyes frozen. inside the box was something you were really not expecting at all, gojo owned a bunch of hentai manga, most of the front book covers were anime girls with unrealistic huge breasts getting brutally fucked by some main character guy, printed fanarts of his favorite characters all naked and covered with cum, and stickers of anime girls doing the ahegao facial expression.
jeez, you knew that gojo was an otaku fan, but not this higher rank of an otaku fan—for yourself, you never really enjoyed hentai because how weird it looked and still traumatized after getting flashed by a fanart when you were in your high school years, poor you. but now, you really don't care much about hentai or think about it.
you looked back at gojo, cheeks all red and glasses fogged from embarrassment; you grabbed one of the manga and flipped through the pages, noticing that one of the panels have been covered with sticky notes—well, it's really mostly just gojo writing how he wants to be dominated and finishing his seed inside of some girl; what a fucking perv. you read slowly through the notes, thinking to yourself such a freak gojo really is.
"i want to get dominated by some girl, just praising and degrading me." you read through one of the notes.
"just breeding a girl.. her moaning against my ear.. filling her up with my cum.." you read another of the notes.
"e-enough!!" gojo snatches the book away from you.
"huh, i didn't know you were that kind of freaky," you teased, "but is it true? do you actually want to be dominated?"
"w-well.. n-no but it would be-ah.. no-yes..?!"
"you are so cute when you're flustered." you giggled, leaning more closer to gojo's face; cupping your hand onto his cheek.
gojo slowly backs away, looking at the tv; "h-hey, w-we should start watching, it's g-getting really late."
"don't change the subject satoru." you threatened.
"b-but.. we should really start getting-"
“satoru.”
“yea?..” he whispered.
you leaned more closer to his ear, placing your hand onto his shoulder; "don't you want me to dominate you? my hands wrapped around your cock, jerking you off until you cream all over my face?" you moaned softly.
"p-please.. this is too m-much." gojo whimpered, looking away from you.
"come on, satoru," you placed a small kiss against his neck, gojo already letting out a small whimper, "i'll even let you finish inside of me."
"f-fuck, yes. p-please, i need you s-so badly."
"good, now sit on the bed f'me."
gojo obeyed as he immediately sits on the middle of the bed already his legs spread all for you; what a fucking loser he is. you are in between his legs, looking up at him with a smirk on your face— he lifted his hips, allowing you to removing his grey sweatpants, from his boxers a tent was already forming and pre-cum staining the cotton. licking your lips, you looked up at satoru with a mischievous smile—you whipped out his cock from the boxer’s fly and holy fucking shit you are so ready to devour this man.
his cock was girthy, hard and huge, you want to say that he is 8 inches long with a slight curve, a light pink color with his tip, and veins wrapped around his cock. another thing that you noticed is that gojo has a happy trail, white hair around his cock and his lower stomach—which makes you want cum right at the spot. you slowly wrapped your hand around his cock, squeezing the tip of his dick, as pre-cum flows through: you spit a glob into your hand and began slowly moving his thick cock up and down, continuing looking up at him.
“how does it feel, gojo? am i making you feel good?” you giggled.
“f-fuck—keep g-going.. a-ah!- p-please!!-“ gojo cried, glasses already fogging up and carefully gripping your hair.
“good, you look so pretty like this.” you winked at gojo and began wrapping your lips around his cock, bobbing up and down; attempting to shove all of his cock inside of your throat. your pace quickens, gojo’s moans became more louder; gripping your hair with both of his ends, trying to not let you choke on his dick.
“ahh!!~ h-holy s-shit!!.. d-don’t stop!!” gojo cried, tilting his head back.
“mmmfphm.. taste s’gud.. fuck.”
“you’re.. t-this feels a-amazing!!- p-please!!” gojo moaned, his thighs clenched in between your head. cock already twitching inside of your mouth, you could tell he is close.
“mmm.. cum f’me, satoru.” you muffled.
“c-cumming!! cumming!! hmmgh!!-“ gojo cried, hot spurts of cum filled up your entire throat, you rolled your eyes and pulled away from gojo’s cock; placing small kisses on his tip, he looks down at you and just whimpers the current state of you— cheek burning red, glasses fogged up, his cum painted in your mouth and t-shirt and that fucking smile on your face. you wiped off the cum from your mouth and got up from your knees, beginning to remove your clothes infront of gojo slowly with intimacy—starting with your pants , shirt , panties and your bra, gojo whimpered once he saw your fully naked body—he tried to reach out his hand to your chest but hesitated, you giggled at his hesitation as you crawled into the bed—laying down on your back, gojo looks at you with those damn needy eyes.
“go on, you can touch them.” you giggled
gojo turns over and crawls on top of you, slowly groping on your breasts. his boner was touching your pussy which made you release small moans and whimpers, gojo latches his mouth against one of your nipple while playing the other nipple with his fingertips. you released small moans against gojo’s ear which made him whimpering too—he looks back at you and begins kissing you but with needy and tenderness, tongue was added and fighting, the two of you swallowing each other’s moans—you pull away from the kiss and caress your hand over his chest.
“l-listen, i never done this b-before.” gojo confessed, looking down with guilt and embarrassment.
you tilted his face back upwards you—caressing his cheeks with both of your hands, “it’s fine. take all of the time you need, gojo.” you smiled.
there was a moment of silence, gojo’s lips were quivering as he wanted to confess something to you.
“what is it, gojo?-“ you questioned, head tilted.
“the thing that you said earlier.. d-do you really mean it?-“
“what did i say? to be honest, i forgot most of the things i said.” you giggled.
gojo takes a deep breath before he speaks.
“can.. can i s-still finish inside of you?..” gojo whispered.
you giggled, “yea you can, you can finish inside of me multiple times— im on the pill.”
gojo’s eyes looked straight at you with shock, “r-really?..”
“mhm.”
another moment of silence fills the room, gojo finally speaks.
“c-can.. i fuck you from the behind?..”
you giggled, “sure.”
the two of you got out of the bed, you got on your knees in the bed—giving yourself a mean arch, showing your round ass to gojo. he whimpers at the current position you were in, he slowly rubs his cock against your folds, pushing inch by inch; your face is smooshed by the pillows, letting out more moans, you left out a small scream as gojo bottoms you out, finally stuffing you full with his cock inside of you. gojo grips your hips as he moving his hips back and forth, fucking you soo deeply. you grip the pillow sheets and rolled your eyes back from the overstimulation.
the room was filled with obscene noises, gojo’s whimpering, your moans, and the cum squelching from your pussy behind. god, it was so filthy—you were also surprised by how gojo is during sex, literally telling you he has never done this before and he is ruining your pussy, maybe those hentai mangas gave him some lessons before fucking you.
“don’t stop p-please..”
“n-never.. i will never s-stop, m-mommy.”
gojo freezes, face already mortified.
. . .
“mommy?-“ you thought to yourself.
your face turns into confused, you glanced over at gojo.
“..what did you call me?” you removed yourself from gojo’s cock, turning your full body onto him— arms already crossed.
“nothing.” gojo immediately responded.
“.. you called me mommy.”
“n-no i didn’t!-“ gojo replies as he tries to gaslight you, he fails miserably.
“..sure. you’re such a huge freak.”
“i-im sorry!!- it was just getting so g-good and my mind was just going crazy and- and-“
“gojo, jeez! it’s fine. i.. i actually quite liked it.”
“w-what??-“
“you hear me, just hearing you whimpering just turns me on—obviously it was so unexpected of you calling me that, but i don’t mind.”
gojo gulps, you flipped yourself back to your stomach—arching your back as deeply as you could and wiggling your ass, glancing over to gojo against your shoulder.
“well? don’t you want to finish inside of me?”
gojo’s hands grips your waist, thrusting his cock fully inside of you. your eyes widened and tongue sticking out—he begins moving his hips in and out, already plunging his fat cock deep into your gummy walls, making you claw at the sheets beneath. the room was filled with you and gojo’s moans and the obscene squelching coming out from your pussy—gojo’s pace starts to become more messier and faster, slowly losing its rhythm.
“f-fuck, mommy!!~ i feel i’m going to cum.. please!!-“
“c-cumming!!- f-fuck, i-im cumming!!-“ the two of you cried, hot ropes of cum filled your entire pussy to the brim, already dripping out of your pussy and into the sheets. gojo groans as he pulls away from your pussy, seeing the messy aftermath—his milky seed dripping all over your pussy; he places small kisses against your spine and lets out small giggles as you shudder over his kisses. you crawl forward to the bed, turning your full body onto your back—spreading your legs wide open.
“don’t you want to finish inside of me one more time?” you moaned.
“p-please, anything for you mommy.” gojo crawls over and gets on his knees between your legs, already inside of your cum-filled pussy and thrusting all over. your breasts were moving all over the place as gojo was brutally thrusting you; your hands crept over his neck, pulling him more forward to your face—the two of you exchange a kiss, tongue twisting and fighting, swallowing each other’s moans while gojo still thrusting inside.
gojo pulls away from the kiss and begins to place kisses on your neck, which eventually leads him sucking on the skin, placing dark purple hickies around your neck. gojo removes himself from your neck, cupping your cheeks with his hands: just thanking you for.. well letting him to fuck you.
“thankyouthankyou, m-mommy!!- you f-feel a-amazing!!-“
“anything.. anything for my baby..” you moaned.
“p-please mommy, p-please praise me.”
you lean closer to his ear, whimpering about how good he's making you feel, and it's taking everything in him not to finish inside of you. but god damn it, gojo just couldn’t resist—his rhythm was more sloppier and faster; his face was smooshed onto your neck, thrusting his final load on your cunt.
your eyes widened and let out a final loud moan as he finally reached his climax— hot ropes of cum filled you full to the brim, but jesus CHRIST he couldn’t stop cumming, he removes himself from your cunt; all stuffed full with his milky seed.
the two of you looked at each other and exchanged a deep kiss together with tongue added, you pulled away from the kiss and whispered to his ear.
“you know, we should do this instead our anime watch party..~♡"
a/n : YESS!!! I FINISHED THANK GODD!!! i hope you guys enjoyed this one.. next one is geto coming SOON!!
Definition: The Eiffel Tower is classic threesome geometry: you on all fours (hands and knees), one pounding you from behind, the other kneeling/standing in front getting deepthroated.
The restaurant in Ginza is the kind of place Hiromi picks when he’s trying and, mostly failing, to pretend he’s not exhausted from another 14-hour day. You’re halfway through dessert, laughing at the way he’s dramatically narrating the latest courtroom disaster like it’s a true-crime podcast, when you feel someone stop at your table.
You look up. Nanami Kento. Blond hair still perfectly parted, suit still immaculate even at 10 p.m. Your stomach drops. Hiromi glances up too, then does a visible double-take. His tired eyes widen behind his glasses. “Kento?” “Hiromi?” Nanami’s voice is surprised. “I didn’t know you were in Ginza tonight.”
Hiromi stands immediately—old habit from college days, apparently and claps Nanami on the shoulder “It’s been—what, six years? Seven? Sit, sit. You remember—” He gestures to you, beaming like he’s just won the lottery.
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Your goddamn ex-boyfriend who Hiromi had no idea you’d dated. Nanami’s gaze slides to you. Politely nodding, “Of course.”
“Well,” he says, clapping his hands once, “this is fantastic. Small world. Kento, you’re not busy, right? Come back to our place. Catch up properly.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Nanami hesitates then nods once. “If it’s no trouble.” Hiromi reassures him, already signaling for the check. “Anything to catch up with an old friend, right? No trouble at all.”
You’re going to fkning murder him.
Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.
“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.
“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”
“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”
“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”
You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.
Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’
Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”
Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”
You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”
Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”
“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”
Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”
You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”
Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”
Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”
You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”
Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”
You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.
“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”
“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”
Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”
Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.
Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”
Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”
You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.
“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”
He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”
Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”
Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.
He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.
Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.
“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.
His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.
“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”
You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”
Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”
Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”
Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”
You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”
Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”
Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.
Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.
Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”
You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”
Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.
Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”
You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.
You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”
Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”
Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.
Whatta small world, indeed.
a/n: several pussy pleasure breaks were taken during the writing of this and I j wanted to share that ALSO credits to @owwllly for this masterpiece of art they drew
𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 about the pussy drunk boys who need to fuck you when they've been gone.
The door hasn’t even clicked shut before he’s on you, a borderline feral glint in his eyes, a low, territorial growl vibrating through his chest the moment he sees you. It doesn't even matter what you're wearing — could be just his shirt, could be your silk pajamas, he doesn't care.
He just needs you.
He’s been gone three days—seventy-two hours of missing your warmth and a hollow, gnawing ache in his gut that wouldn't go away no matter how many times he made himself cum to the thought of your cunt wrapped around him—and the scent of you, that warm, distinct mix of skin and the vanilla oil you always dab on your pulse points ... it's hitting him like a physical blow the moment he steps through the treshold.
He doesn't want dinner. He doesn't want to talk about the flight. He just wants to be buried inside you.
You barely get the last syllable of his name out when he's maneuvering you backward, your heels dragging across the hardwood until your spine hits the wall in the hallway with a dull, heavy thud, a photo frame rattling slightly from the contact. Heat pools off of his body in waves, his nostrils flaring slightly with every heavy breath he drags through his lungs. His hands are frantic, clumsy with a desperation that borders on violent as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, dragging them down alongside your damp panties.
He’s not being gentle in the slightest. He's not even pretending to have any patience left.
He’s starving.
"God, you have no idea," he rasps, his voice a wrecked, jagged thing against the column of your throat as he kisses and nips there, ensuring you'd wake up with a mark the next morning. "I’ve been thinking about your fucking pussy for three days. Thinking about how wet you’d be the second I walked in."
He takes a sideways glance down at your panties where the wet patch sits and smirks to himself, muttering, "Fucking knew it."
He unbuckles his belt and kicks his own jeans away, not even bothering to fully undress, his cock springing free with the motion—heavy, swollen, and already weeping with a thick trail of pre-cum sitting on his flushed tip that glitters in the dim hallway light. He hooks one of your legs over his hip, pinning you against the drywall, his fingers wandering down your body - hovering over a pert nipple, brushing over your hip before finding your cunt, sliding through the slick, hot mess of you.
"Look at you," he groans, his teeth grazing your earlobe.. He sounds absolutely wrecked and he's not even inside you yet. "Fucking dripping for me. You missed it too, didn't you? You missed getting stretched out."
"Please," you whimper, your fingers knotting into his hair, pulling his head down so that you can level his gaze with yours. Desperation burns in your gaze just as brightly as in his own. Your voice falters, reduced to a whimper. "Just—now. Please."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He lines himself up, the broad, blunt head of him probing at your entrance before he sinks into you with one brutal, unrelenting shove that nearly knocks the wind out of you.
The air leaves your lungs in a sharp, high-pitched gasp and your eyes squeeze shut as white hot pleasure fills your veins. Nothing could come close to the feeling of him buried inside of you. You're tighter than he remembers, a vice-grip of hot, pulsing muscle that makes his vision go static. He doesn't move for a long moment, just stays there, buried to the hilt, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to remember how to breathe. He lets you tangle your hands into his hair and tug.
"Fuck, you're tight," he pants, his hands sliding under your ass to hold you steady. His voice is wrecked, hoarse, bordering a whine he would never admit to. "Fuck, I missed this pussy. Missed filling you up."
"Don't stop," you plead, your hips giving a tiny, experimental twitch, trying to urge him to move.
That's all the convincing he needs. He starts to move, his thrusts deep and punishing, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, wet slap that echoes in the narrow hall. He’s hitting you deep, bottoming out until your skin is flushed a bruised, beautiful pink, burying himself inside your wet, messy cunt over and over again as if he can carve his shape into you. The neighbors overhearing you two is the last thing on his mind right now. He’s over the edge already, his body twitching with the effort not to just cum immediately, his balls heavy and aching against you.
He pulls back until you're almost left empty and aching, just the tip remaining inside, teasing the sensitive, fluttering entrance of your cunt before slamming back in without warning. A broken cry leaves your kiss bitten lips.
"You want it, don't you?" he growls, his voice dropping to a filthy, guttural whisper. "You want me to fill you up? To ruin this fucking cunt, don't you?"
"Yes!" you sob, your head tossing back against the wall, eyes rolling back as you near your orgasm, toes curling, the coil in your belly tightening. "Yes, fuck, please—"
He doesn't give you a choice. He picks up the pace, his movements becoming frantic, almost animalistic. He’s a mess of sweat and need, drowning in the way you clench around him every time he hits that sweet spot inside you, every time you let out another sweet moan of his name. When he finally breaks, it’s without warning—his back arching, his fingers digging into your thighs as he empties himself into you in hot, thick, endless pulses.
He groans, a long, broken sound that vibrates through both of you, his breathing ragged. His heart thunders against his ribcage, so loud that you can almost feel it where you're pressed against his skin. He stays there, pinned to you as close as he could possibly be, feeling the way you shudders through the remnants of your own climax, your walls twitching around his softening length, some of his cum threatening to leak down your thighs if he shifted a bit too much. He lets out a soft groan as his eyes fall shut for a moment, leaning into the warmth of your hand in his hair.
"Welcome home," you whisper, breathless and utterly ruined.
"Yeah. Welcome home..." he breathes, nipping at your shoulder before placing a soft kiss to the skin. He lets out a weak chuckle. "I'm never leaving you or this pussy again."
Your source for your fave frat's letters, colors, motto, and symbols!
Obviously is this the information station!! As stories come out, this will act also at the masterlist!! So far I’ve only got drafts, but trust they’ll be released and linked here!
There are some tweaks that came with choosing house letters and mottos as some letters do not have a Greek equivalent. Mottos were creatively interpreted of each schools banner so please enjoy what my brain spit out 🩷
Any suggestions? Questions? Frat boy desires? Ask away! I would be absolutely honored to write for you! 🩵🤍
Karasuno (Kappa Sigma Nu - KSN)
Colors: Tangerine, Copper, Black, and White
Mascot: The Crow
Flower: The Marigold
Fraternity Gem: Amber
Motto: "Together, we fly"
Nekoma (Nu Kappa Mu - NKM)
Colors: Scarlet, Black, and White
Mascot: The Cat
Flower: The Fortune Rose
Fraternity Gem: Ruby
Motto: "We are connected"
Aoba Johsai (Alpha Omicron Beta - AOB)
Colors: Aquamarine and White
Mascot: The King's Crown
Flower: The Lily of the Valley
Fraternity Gem: Aquamarine
Motto: "Rule them all"
Date Tech (Delta Alpha Theta - ΔAθ)
Colors: Deep Teal and White
Mascot: Iron Ore
Flower: White Peonies
Fraternity Gem: Quartz
Motto: "One man at a time"
Shiratorizawa (Sigma Tau Zeta - ΣTZ)
Colors: Purple Mauve, Black, and White
Mascot: The Eagle
Flower: The Pansy
Fraternity Gem: The Diamond
Motto: "Strong men, Strong bonds"
Fukurodani (Phi Kappa Rho - ΦKP)
Colors: Black, Gold, and White
Mascot: The Owl
Flower: The Daffodil
Fraternity Gem: Yellow Topaz
Motto: "Our hearts and souls"
Inarizaki (Iota Nu Zeta - INZ)
Colors: Maroon, Gold, White, and Black
Mascot: The Fox
Flower: The Poppy
Fraternity Gem: Garnet
Motto: "Making a memory, for a lifetime"
Itachiyama (Iota Tau Upsilon - ITY)
Colors: Lime, Chartreuse, and Black
Mascot: The Weasel
Flower: The Mum
Fraternity Gem: Peridot
Motto: "Our collective efforts foster an effortless bond"
Kamomedai (Kappa Mu Omega - KMΩ)
Colors: Sky, Gold, Navy, and White
Mascot: The Seagull
Flower: The White Rose
Fraternity Gem: Pearl
Motto: "Our brotherhood is second nature"
Johzenji (Omega Zeta Iota - ΩZI)
Colors: Sunflower, White, and Black
Mascot: The Capuchin Monkey
Flower: The Sunflower
Fraternity Gem: Onyx
Motto: "With fortitude, we are simple and timeless"
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