INTRODUCTION. You were desperate for a job— desperate enough to call the uncle you haven’t spoken to in years. Somehow, he lands you a position on his farm. Easy work, right?
Wrong.
The moment you arrive, you realize the entire workforce consists of hybrids… all of whom stare at you like you’re their newest curiosity. And as the only human on the farm, you’re starting to wonder what exactly your uncle hired you for.
Just as you’re settling in, he calls out one last instruction:
“Be gentle when servicing my hybrids!”
You freeze as you watch him disappears. And now every hybrid on the farm looks way too excited.
Congratulations. You have no idea what this job is— but the hybrids definitely do.
( ! ) Multiple Male Characters x Reader , porn with little/no plot , short series (?) , crossover , NSFW , smut , potentially ooc characters , HYBRID/FARM AU , heat cycles
( ❤︎ ) Inspired by Mr. A's Farm
( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I might make in the future fics. And also, please do not be afraid to comment if I misplace or misuse a tag/warning!
( # ) To see more about this series, look at #■■.Farm au !
INTRODUCING our beloved farm hybrids! They’re strong, hardworking, loyal, and—according to your uncle—very eager to meet you. So please, take good care of them, dear. They’ve worked so hard, and they deserve only the best (you). ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
COW HYBRIDS
I. PHAINON — Sub! Phainon , milking/lactating , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. DILUC — Sub! Diluc , overstimulation , milking/lactating , breeding , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. MYDEIMOS — Sub! Mydei , overstimulation , rough , manhandling , heat cycles , bondage , use of milking machine , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
IV. NANAMI KENTO — Sub! Nanami , heat cycle , milking/lactating , use of milking machine , gn! Reader ...etc.
BULL HYBRIDS
I. TOJI FUSHIGURO — Dom Toji , breeding , knotting , rough sex , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. SUKUNA RYOMEN— Dom Sukuna , rough sex, sadistic sukuna , Fem! Reader , breeding ...etc.
III. BLADE — Switch Blade , bondage, rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
I. WELT YANG — Service Sub! Welt , blowjob , age difference , cum eating , fingering , Male Reader ...etc.
II. CHOSO — Sub! Choso , roleplay , fingering , rough sex , gn! Reader ...etc.
III. HIROMI HIRUGUMA — Sub! Hiromi , sleepy sex , praising , riding , overstimulation , Fem! Reader ...etc.
CHICKEN HYBRIDS
I. DAN HENG — Sub! Dan heng , breeding , egg fertilization , overstimulation , begging , praising , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. ZHONGLI — Sub! Zhongli , overstimulation , fingering , begging , praising , pegging , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. SUNDAY — Sub! Sunday , lingerie , dacryphilia , overstimulation , rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
SPECIALS !
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( ✎ ) PLEASE NOTE that some of these tags might change and I might add more characters/hybrids if I feel like it! AND EXPECT slow updates and frequent editing in the fics! I’ll be posting each fic in no specific order.
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | riding gojo satoshi and finding out about his secret mommy kink
a/n: i usually put my author’s note at the bottom but i’m literally so excited and nervous to post this and i’m kissing @sweethearticism on the mouth for letting me write this hehe thank you my baby darling i hope i did him justice <33
you made satoshi eat his words.
when you had asked him if you can be on top, he laughed, smooth and low. if a laugh could be a drawl. then, cocked his head teasingly.
“my babydoll wants to ride me? how cute. sure you can handle it?”
even as you straddled him, he laid back against the pillows all lazy and smug, one arm folded behind his head as he watched you with his blue eyes. something of amusement and fondness twinkling in them.
though, it wasn’t long before you shattered his laidback composure.
forcing whines out of him that you’ve never heard before, choking on gasps of your name as his head throws back. and for a moment, his toned back arches off the bed. he clutches at your waist like his lifeline, like it’s the only thing grounding him, stopping him from completely losing his mind.
“fuck, fuck, fuck… you feel so good, baby.”
“whining for me now, are you, ‘toshi? how cute,” you giggle, mocking his earlier words.
your plush walls drag up and down every inch of his cock, switching between slow, teasing rocks of your hips, a lewd squelch complementing each movement as you lower yourself onto him. he twitches with each pulse of your cunt around him, each gush of fresh slick that soaks him, his thighs, trickling down to his sheets.
especially when his prince albert piercing grazes your spongey spot, prodding and smooching, making you moan out his name. a saccharine sound that drips from your lips like syrup he wants to guzzle down.
the rocking of your hips becomes more purposeful, angling them just right to keep hitting your sweetest spot. your thighs tremble on either side of his lap, walls fluttering around him and only dripping a bigger, sticky mess all over him.
“mmngh, that feels s’good,” you mewl, continuing the same movement. your own head tosses back, pitched moans bouncing off his bedroom’s walls. you reach up and grope at your own tits, squeezing them like he would, flicking your index finger over your perked nipple.
a shaky groan escapes him and he throbs achingly, wispy precum mixing with your mess. the view of you above him is completely pornographic. he can’t believe he gets to see it with his own eyes. that this view is his.
his own hips begin to rut up into yours needily, a sloppy movement, barely coordinated. he wants more. more of you. he didn’t think that getting ruined would be so blissful. but he’s convinced that it’s you making it all the more heavenly for him.
“f-fuck, mommy…” the words tinged with a whine fall from his mouth before he can even register them and stop them from spilling out. you’ve been riding him to insanity, he’s barely hanging on by a thread.
your hips stutter in their lecherous sways, your cunt squeezing him tighter and he chokes out another needy little sound, trying to fuck his hips up into yours when you stop.
a deviant smile sneaks onto your lips as you lean down, cupping his face in your palm. and the sight of him almost makes your breath hitch when he opens his eyes, a glassy look in them. filthy desperation and lust swirling around. and creeping in the specks of blue is a hint of embarrassment.
“did you just call me ‘mommy’?” you ask, failing to hide the teasing lilt in your question.
the flush on his cheeks isn’t completely because of the uninhibited, frantic way you were riding him.
“shit, sorry. it just slipped out--”
“i like it. it’s hot, and even hotter coming from you,” you say, grinding your hips down on him in a circle. a loud squelch seeping out from where you’re joined, where he’s buried to the hilt inside you.
he stares up at you, surprised, lips parted. “you like it?”
you hum affirmatively, continuing the circling of your hips, softly moaning. “made me even wetter. i didn’t think i could even get more wet,” you huff out a laugh, beginning to ride him again, lifting and lowering your hips in a filthy cadence.
he moans, limbs suddenly feeling weak, ecstasy rushing through every inch of him. nerves on fire, spreading quick and wild through his body. and he looks absolutely gorgeously debauched - hair a mess, eyes dazed, skin flushed. what a sight it was to have your biker boyfriend a complete mess beneath you.
“god, you’re fucking me so good, mommy.”
you lower your body, chest brushing against his. your lips meet his in a slow sway, a contrast to the frantic rock of your hips.
“and you’re being so good for me,” you whisper against his lips, and he whines once more. his lips moving against yours more desperately now. not in a desirous way, but in a way that shows just how much he craves you and your touch.
watching him melt in response to your praise never fails to make you smile. your boyfriend who gets complimented multiple times daily, throwing charming smirks which are enough to make legs buckle, melting at your tender words.
when he pulls back from the kiss, he looks up at you with a grin. a cheeky grin dimpling his cheeks. “i’ll always be good for you. i’ll be anything you need me to be.”
synopsis. when choso dresses up as little red riding hood for a halloween party, what he doesn’t expect is his campus crush, you, to show up as the big bad wolf. “so, which one is it, little red? trick? or dick?” wc. 3.1k
tags. top! reader, bottom! choso. reader has a cock. little red riding hood!choso, big bad wolf!reader. roleplay sex, anal sex, predator/prey dynamics, pet names (mr wolf, little red, pup), crossdressing, exhibitionism, belly bulge, rimming, slut-shaming, dry humping, creampie, male squirting. sex, tension and fluff at a 50/40/10 ratio
a/n. had sooo much fun writing this. happy late halloween & enjoy <3
Choso hadn’t even considered the possibility of you attending the same Halloween party. That meant that him dressing up as Little Red Riding Hood—and you showing up as the Big Bad Wolf—was pure coincidence.
Or fate, as Yuki had phrased, wearing an annoying smirk.
He hadn’t wanted to dress up, much less go to a party. Staying at home, curled up on the couch with salted popcorn and a marathon of slasher films, sounded infinitely more appearling. But according to the forces of the universe, being a college student meant that socializing was inevitable. Before he could protest, he’d been shoved into a room with a short red dress, thigh-highs, and a handful of accessories, then manhandled into the back of a car.
And now here he was—dressed as Little Red Riding Hood.
Or rather, an alternate version of the tale where she had gotten lost on the way to her grandmother’s house and joined an emo rock band instead. The fit was complete with a basket of candy he held in one arm, watching as the love of his life paraded his Big Bad Wolf costume across the room. Okay. Maybe that wasn’t part of the story.
He sighed defeatedly, leaning back against the wall.
You were enjoying yourself, of course. That charming wolfish grin, paired with twin sharp canines flashing whenever you laughed a little too hard. Choso wondered if they were prosthetics or if they were always that sharp. He wondered what it felt like to have them sink into his shoulder. Would you bite him gently? Or tear him apart, like the wolf in the original tale?
“Hey.”
Choso blinked.
And promptly started sputtering. “What,” he managed, brilliantly. “Hello?”
You chuckled at his flustered state. His big, tired eyes—outlined with pretty purple—stared up at you like he couldn’t believe you were talking to him.
“Hello,” you greeted him back, sweetly. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. It’s just that I couldn’t help but notice… we kind of match?”
Choso’s ears burned red. “Ah. I—I noticed that, too.” If he didn’t know any better, he would think you were flirting with him. Suggesting the two of you matched, like you weren’t talking about costumes but something deeper. Bad for his heart.
“Heard from your friends that you hate parties,” you continued with a smile, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “So I was surprised to see you here—as Little Red Riding Hood, no less.”
Choso swallowed. You’d asked about him? Why had no one told him about this?
“I was forced to come,” he admitted. “I wasn’t really planning on showing up. But now that I’m here, it’s not too bad.” He glanced at you shyly, and you swore you could feel your heart flutter.
You nodded. “Wasn’t really much of a party person either, but after the first few ones, you just get used to the noise and crowd. Best part, though?” You let your gaze trail over him——the red lace corset cinched his waist perfectly, the petticoat beneath that little red dress, the skin-tight thigh highs and black heeled boots. Definitely not a biblically accurate Little Red Riding Hood. “You get to stare at a pretty guy all night.”
Choso was certain he looked like a blushing mess by now. Were you flirting? Or was this just how you talked to everyone? It wouldn’t stray too far from his perception of you—you were objectively gorgeous, charismatic, a social butterfly.
He found himself pouting a little at the thought.
But then, a warm palm gently cupped the side of his face, and Choso let out a small sound of surprise as you brushed a tender thumb over his cheek.
“Sorry,” you murmured sheepishly. “Just… wanted to let you know, in case you still didn’t get it. I wanted to come over here and talk to you the moment you got here.”
Choso covered your clawed hand with his own, lips still pursed in that maddening pout. It drove you crazy with desire. “Just another ‘pretty guy’ you stare at during parties?” he whispered.
“No,” you choked out. “I… I don’t know why I said it like that. Was trying to tell you that you looked pretty. I don’t really stare at people. Not unless they’re you.”
Choso tried not to crack a smile at your flustered rambling. Somehow, it made you all the more endearing—like a wolf with the mannerisms of a puppy.
“Not unless they’re me,” he echoed, teasing. “Mr Wolf… have you been stalking me?”
You visibly swallowed. Mr Wolf. That was… fine. Great, even. You could handle that.
“Not stalking,” you denied with a shaky laugh. Sure, you’d asked around about him. Tried to find out more about ‘the brooding guy with the permanent bored expression and signature purple eyeshadow’. Maybe you’d looked him up online, but everyone did that. “All I’m saying is, you’ve had my attention for a long time.”
“Since the moment I walked into those woods?”
For a swift second, you were taken aback. His eyes were wide. Hopeful. Like a little lamb begging to be devoured. And who were you to refuse?
“Can you blame me?” you countered. “I was hungry, and you were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.”
Choso flushed. “S-sorry. You don’t have to play along—”
“I want to,” you blurted, almost desperate. “Please.”
“Okay,” Choso whispered. He could feel his heart running a marathon in his chest, the blood hot in his ears. It felt like delirium—like prey sprinting through the forest with a bloodthirsty wolf hot on its heels. And the worst part was, he wanted to be caught.
“I need to know your boundaries,” you murmured. “What I can do… and what I can’t.”
“Touch me,” Choso gasped, voice wrecked. “You can do anything—anything—as long as it feels nice.”
You wasted no time in getting your hands on him. A knee slid between his thighs, pinning him to the wall as your hands claimed his waist. “I can do that,” you promised, grinning when he choked back a whine, struggling not to rut down against your leg. “Fuck, Little Red. You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”
He looped his arms around your neck, pulling you closer with hazy eyes. “Tell me, please? I want to know.”
Your grip tightened, thumbs digging into the softness of his hips, the swell of his thighs. “The second I saw you skipping through the woods in that little red dress of yours, I wanted to devour you. Chase you until you lost your breath, a pliant mess under me. Wanted to see what you were hiding under that skirt.
Choso’s breath hitched—almost a whimper. “I wouldn’t let you catch me so easily, Mr Wolf.”
“And yet here you are, in my arms,” you taunted, adjusting your leg so that it was pressed up against the hard heat of his cock. “Doesn’t look like you’re running away from me, does it?”
A gasp of pleasure tore from him as his forehead tipped forward to rest on your shoulder. The weight of gravity was a cruel thing—every squirm for relief only resulted in him rutting harder against you instead of relieving the pressure on his crotch.
“You tricked me,” he accused, voice trembling. “Told me you knew the way to Granny’s. Liar.”
“Why would a wolf do favours,” you chuckled, squeezing his hips, “when he could have a feast instead, silly?”
Choso whined, lips curving into an unhappy pout at being called silly. He wasn’t silly. You just had that effect on him, Big Bad Wolf or not. “I could bring you food,” he offered weakly, despite the hungry gaze telling him it was futile. “I could share with you some of my lunch.” He gestured to the abandoned candy basket.
“I don’t want your lunch, Little Red.” Your teeth scraped his earlobe. “I want you. Don’t you get it?”
Tears welled in his eyes as he shook his head, and you wanted to coo at the sight, nearly breaking character. You watched as he writhed against you, biting his lip to stifle the noises bubbling up. He was so close, and you knew it.
“I’ll let you eat me,” Choso panted, “on one condition, Mr Wolf.”
That intrigued you. “Name it.”
Trembling fingers dragged you down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Make me come.”
Your breath stuttered—but there was no time to think, only to obey.
You took a firm grip on his hair, wrenching his head to the side to expose his neck—as though you were going to sink your teeth there, claim him as yours. Choso whimpered in surprise but bared his neck further, a silent plea of want.
“Needy little slut,” you snarled, teeth grazing his pulse. “Rutting against me like this. Bet you’d love it if I bent you over right here—fucked you open in the dirt.”
His climax crashed into him like a storm. He collapsed forward into your arms, a choked cry muffled into your shoulder as you held him throughout the aftershocks. You didn’t even bother to retract your knee, letting it stay pressed against his twitching, oversensitive cock, right where it belonged.
“Choso?” you whispered.
A whimper.
“I can’t hear you, baby.”
He burrowed into your chest, petulant. “‘M not repeating it.”
“Say something else?”
A beat. Then, muffled but unmistakable: “You’re mean.”
Your eyes widened in panic. Was that too much? “I’m sorry, I know we didn’t—”
“No.” He placed a gentle palm on your chest, halting your words. Right over where your beating heart was. “I meant, you’re mean, and I loved it.”
When he looked up, his eyes were glassy, wrecked—hungry with lust.
You hadn’t expected the intensity of it.
“Take me upstairs,” he almost begged. “Please, please…”
Fuck. “Alright.”
You hauled him through the crowd, ignoring the wolf-whistles in your wake as you made your way up the stairs, barging into the first empty room with only one thing on your mind. You were going to fuck him so good he would be trembling with pleasure by the time you were done with him.
Choso was sprawled on the bed, a panting, pliant mess as he patiently waited for you to return to him after locking the door.
“Kiss me,” he whined once you got close enough, and he had every right to—because how dare you not kiss him? He wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you on top of him, whining as you mouthed messily at his neck before finally crashing your lips against his—all teeth and tongue, the filthy kiss he’d been aching for all night.
You kissed him like you were sin, and he was absolution. Like the last mercy before the devouring.
When you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips, he chased it blindly, pouting when you held him back with a gentle hand to his chest. “Turn around,” you ordered, voice rough. “Gonna eat you out.”
There was no hesitation. Choso nodded, scrambling onto all fours with his chest pressed to the pattress, ass raised just for you. He should feel filthy, exposed, vulnerable. But strangely, he felt nothing of the sort. Only want, as you pressed even closer, your hot breath ghosting over the sensitive back of his thighs as you flipped up his skirt.
A shiver wracked him you slowly pried his cum-stained panties to the side, baring him to the cold air. “Pretty,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his twitching hole.
Choso whined.
You licked a broad stripe all the way perineum to his needy hole, before lightly dipping your tongue inside, just to watch him squirm. “Stay still,” you muttered. “Are you going to be a good boy and let me play with you?”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Please, pup. I’ll be so good for you.”
Pup.
He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. And he was going to use that to his every advantage, wasn’t he?
You growled, nuzzling into his cheeks before finally burrowing your way inside, eating him out with vigour. Beneath you, he was a writhing mess, panting and whining as you devoured him from behind like a wolf digging into the tender belly of its prey.
“Please, please, please,” he sobbed, “W-want your fingers in me, pup.”
“Thought you were gonna be good for me, baby.”
He nodded tearfully. “I’ve been good. Just… want you.”
You sighed in feigned exasperation, your fingers digging into his hips as you pulled away. “Little Red wants to play?”
“Yes,” Choso whined. “Want you to play with me so bad, Mr Wolf.”
“You sure you can take me?” You opened up the bedside drawer, taking out a bottle of lube, before pouring a generous amount on your fingers. “Aren’t you too arrogant?”
“I can!” he protested, pushing his ass towards you in desperation. “You can p… punish me if I can’t. I won’t mind.”
“No,” you agreed with a chuckle. “Of course you won’t mind. A slut like you would probably enjoy it.”
Choso’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, deny it—you pushed a finger inside his hole, admiring the way it clenched around you needily.
“I’m not a slut,” he whispered.
“No?” you goaded him on, pushing another finger inside. “You think I didn’t notice, Little Red? You strutting around in the woods in this little dress of yours. You were trying to seduce me into fucking you, weren’t you?”
He whined, shaking his head. “No,” he gasped as you curled them—barely grazing the spot that would make him see stars. “I’m n-not, would never!”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” you continued, adding a third one to the stretch once you deemed him loose enough. “You know the way to your Granny’s place perfectly. You weren’t lost. You didn’t need directions. You were just hungry for cock.”
“Please,” Choso cried, as you pressed the pads of your fingers against his prostate, making him shudder with pleasure. “Fuck me a-already…”
“Admit that you’re a slut,” you sneered, mean. “Admit that you walk around the woods pretending to be lost in this slutty little dress of yours, looking for wolves to fuck.”
“Not just any wolf,” he gasped. “Only you. ‘M a slut for you.”
You pulled out your fingers, barely giving him a second of reprieve before you unzipped your pants, lined yourself up and pushed your cock into his spasming hole—all in one smooth thrust.
Choso sobbed with pleasure as you bottomed out, rough hands massaging the fat of his hips. You pulled out until only the tip was inside before brutally thrusting into him again, the slap of your hips against his loud, filthy and wet.
He should’ve known that he was no match for you from the moment he caught your eye.
How would prey like him ever escape a virile predator like you?
“S-so good,” he choked out, whimpering as you leaned back to spit at his hole, the sticky glob intermixing with the lube, creating a messy slop inside his tummy. “‘S wet and m-messy.”
“Yeah?” you panted. Your hips felt like they were moving of their own accord—blindly thrusting into the wet, warm heat of his cavern, carving out a place for your cock, pound by pound. “That good, baby?”
“Yeah,” he huffed out. “Wanna s-see your face, please…”
You paused, pulling out before you flipped him over, settling between his eagerly splayed-out thighs. His dress was crumpled and racked up to his waist, his eyes glazed over with tears of pleasure. You wasted no time in pushing in again, this time paying extra attention to every detail in his expression—the scrunching up of his eyebrows as he struggled to take the stretch, the way his lips fell open in a lewd moan as you thrusted forward.
Choso was beautiful.
“Pretty,” he whimpered, tears spilling down his cheeks. “You’re so p-pretty.”
You leaned down to smother his lips with yours, drinking in his noises. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was too good for you, in a way that was bad for your heart.
“Gonna fuck you full,” you muttered breathlessly into his ear. “Fuck a knot into you, if I could.”
“Please,” he sobbed. “Wanna feel you here, pup.” He grasped your wrist with a trembling hand before pressing your warm palm against his naked stomach. You could feel yourself moving inside him—every push and pull of heat and slop, burrowing your way into his insides.
He shuddered and cried out as you wrapped a hand around his cock, thumbing messily at the slit. “No,” he protested, “‘m too close, no, no—”
“Come for me,” you whispered, more of a plea than anything. “Want you to let go of yourself and come, pretty thing.”
Choso shook his head, gasping for air. “I can’t, pup, feels w-weird—”
“Want you to be dirty,” you growled, every pound and thrust aimed at his sweet spot as he cried and writhed in your arms. You squeezed his cock. “Make as much of a mess as you want.”
Choso nearly jackknifed off the bed as he came with a shout—ropes of cum squirting from his cock, painting your chest and his stomach with white.
“Fuck, baby, you squirted—” you gasped out as his hole gripped you like a vice, your orgasm hitting you like a hurricane, black spots flooding your vision as you groaned in pleasure. “Choso!”
He whimpered as you filled his hole with cum, the sticky slop combined with the girth of your soft cock making him dizzy with fullness. He whined as you collapsed on top of him, blanketing him with warmth.
You nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
“Pup?” he asked sleepily.
You blinked an eye open. “Mm? Want me to pull out?”
Choso shook his head. “No, I just…” he trailed off, before whispering, “I want you.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Don’t think I can get it up to another round right now, baby,” you joked weakly.
“‘M not talking about that,” he mumbled. “Want you, want all of you.” He trailed his fingers up the skin of your back, before settling into your messy hair, gently sifting through the strands.
“Want you too,” you whispered back. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve wanted you for a long time. Want to be The Wolf to your Little Red. Or just us. Anything is okay.”
Choso smiled at that, warmth blossoming in his chest. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Happy Halloween, pup.”
“And you, too,” you chuckled. “Oh, and before I forget. Trick? Or dick?”
…modulo!yuji’s gotta take care of his heat somehow..n you’re just too kind to say no…
…it’s so embarrassing!!, he’s still crossing his legs, slick seeping through at just a whiff of your scent, at his old ass age.. he’s like a virgin puppy in front of you….
…he’s so ashamed! Locking himself in your bathroom only to be coaxed out with the promise of help…
…this was supposed to be a chill night at your place… but yuji’s heat makes an unexpected arrival at the smell of your scent, locking himself in your bathroom in a desperate attempt to hide his leaky hole, eventually he makes the mistake of letting you coax him into opening the door…
…puppy!yuji…omega!yuji…old!yuji…manipulative!reader…mean!reader…slight! Coercion…smut…alpha!reader…slight omegaverse noncon…edging…handjob…dry humping…p with plot…art credits [kcokaine]
a/n: I don’t think I’ve ever written smut this long, holi sheet. Gen degenerate shit, readers gender is not referred too so any1 can enjoy!
…yuji Itadori…
…yuji itadori…
Being immortal is one thing, but being stuck in a body that never ages made him feel a new found frustration for his secondary gender,
He’s an old ass man still having his heat cycle looming around each month— fuckin embarrassing shit. On top of that he’s been talking to this person and— fuck they smells so good, they’re definitely an alpha,, he’s already told you he looks young for his age- like really young, but how’s he supposed to bring up that at his old ass age he’s still getting heats—?
So ‘course he’s been chuggin heat supressents like his life depends on it— because his potential love life does!
sure movie nights are generic but he’s generic! And you like that about him!— but this wasn’t how he planned. Heat creeped up the back of his neck, his breathing becoming more erratic as his palms felt clammy— come onnn not now! You’ve invited him to your house for the first time this is a big step he can’t ruin this!
Shit, this is all his fault, he could feel his heat creeping in the past week, he felt on edge and gloomy, staying stuffed up in his house, holding onto some of the clothes you had forgotten stuffing his face in them— all the tell tail signs of his heat..that he choose to ignore, he didn’t wanna miss this!! And he thought those heat suppressants he chugged would do the trick! And they usually would but…
sitting next to you, your smell was drowning, his throat chocking up, brown eyes teary, if you asked him anything about the movie he wouldn’t be able to answer, muscular thighs pressed together, leaky dick begging to be held, sobbing hold begging to be stuffed—shiiiit
“ngh…hmm—“ his eyes snapped shut, hands slapping over his mouth, begging- praying— god, jesus, Buddha todo—please say you didn’t
“..hm…?” Fuck. Fuck you and your pretty eyes, that immediate attention you gave him, pausing the movie as if there couldn’t be anything to distract you from..him. “I— uhhh..um I’ll— be back!”
He’s so embarrassed, leaving you confused on the couch as locked himself in your bathroom, chest heaving as if your scent was a drug that left without had him in withdrawal.
his back pressed against the bathroom door as he slid down curled up on the floor, hand gripping his chest, it’s so hot, he feels so hot. “..yuji, what goin on.. can ya’ let me in…”
your voice— oh your sweet voice, that honey tone, shot straight through his dick, embarrassment only increasing.
“mmpf— n..nooo, don’t, don’ come innn…” He meant to sound slightly more composed, instead breaking into a whine, voice cracking, he just wished the earth would open up and swallow him whole, this is just too embarrassing,
a moment passed and he’d had hoped you’d had just left him to his own devices, leaving him shivering on the floor to figure himself out but— that’s not you, that’s not his y/n he knows his alpha would never do that…
another soft knock, as I talked coaxing him to come open the door. “Oh yuji… my poor yuji, you hurtin? It’s okay..it’s alright, I can make ya’ feel wayy better, jus’ open the door fo me’ hm..?
he wants to resist, he really does! But that sweet voice of yours, calm against his shaky panting, coaxing him to come closer let you help him, “nghh—mm..” he could only whine as that sickly scent of yours seemed to get..thicker? Seeping through under the door, it was like a toxin slowly killing him.. “fuuu… you— you’re doing..this on- on purpose!!”
he practically mewled, you’re such a meanie! You knew all this time how your scent was affecting him! Letting just a little more out than usual whenever he was around, letting it grow heavy around him, as he tried desperately to cover his slick stain.
“hahh..can you blame me? I’ve never been with an old shit so desperate to get stuffed full.” You snapped, your head banging against the door as you could practically smell his heat, leakin everywhere- fuck this old man really couldn’t learn to reel it in a bit?
Teeth dug into his lip, trying to suppress an instinctive whine, you could sense that big pout on his face, he didn’t like it when you were mean! “Mm..s-sstop it..”
fuckkk, no other omega made it this hard to fuck, especially an old shit like him, still your whiny grandpa made it especially impossible, with a sharp breath you spoke up again.
“hm…you’re right, that was— mean of me, wasn’t it? Then— lemme make it up to ya’” a hum and a sweet tone he so desperately wanted to believe, and believe he did. no matter how much his foggy brain begged him— pleaded to not open the door, don’t open the door—!!
“…mm..o-okay—shit!!” Just as soon as he unlocked the door, the light click barely registering as his back smashed against the side of the tub, tugging at you as your scent stuffed his nostrils full, shit were you tryna drown him? Hovering ontop of him as he helped you take his shirt off— so stuffy. Mewling like a cat
your thigh between his spread out legs, one harsh press against the burning between his legs and— “shit— did you really just cum?..Already?” You teased, you didn’t think the old man would be this pent up. So desperate as his hips bucked and grinded down against your leg on pure instinct “ah— ahhng shiiit— please—“
practically chocking up on his own drool as he begged, “please what?”
you were cruel— so cruel, when did you get like this-? You were so sweet on your date— “please..please please t-touch me..?”
pretty brown eyes blinking the pricking tears away, eye lashes damp, staring up at you with that pretty pink pout, lips raw from chewing, his eyes narrowing as his brows furrowed when you gave an experimental thrust of your leg, chuckling as you pressed it down on the large wet spot between his legs,
his thick thighs squeezing your leg pressed against his sensitive dick, eyes closing as he throws his head back, so so sensitive already from his first release and your teasing only drove him more mad, his hips grinding up onto your knee wetting it with cum and slick,
You pressed down your knee, stopping the slight movement, hands holding his hips to stop them from rutting up, “what? You cant cum right afta the last one, gotta atleast put onna show fo’ me.” You replied in response to his teary glare, hand covering half of his face, as glossy eyes dug into you,
dragging off your soaked knee you grew amused as you pulled down his waist band justtt a bit, soppy dick slapping against his abs, shit he was big for an omega— what a waste.
“nnghh— come onnn..I’m tryin’, I’m trying to hold back!” He cried as he pushed up against your hold, as if jumping the air long enough would get him off. So pathetic.
Staring up at those hazy eyes of yours, his muddied brain scrambled to find some way to get in your graces, anyway to convince you to get him off before his body just couldn’t bare it anymore, chest heaving, pretty pink nipple practically popping from his hoodie, strands of hair stuck to the sweat of his forehead, mouth slacking
His hand reached up, encircling around your neck, tugging you down with a whine for attention, pulling you close “kisss.. gimme.” With a site like that, you had to oblige
yuji’s never fucked without feelings, he doesn’t like it— it just isn’t him. Biceps wrapping around you as he hummed into the kiss, head reeling just of the feeling of your lips, sharp canine teeth biting and chewing into your bottom lip, “mmPF—!”
Eyes snapping open practically crossed as his thighs tensed, your lazy pumps on his cock driving him closer and closer to the edge
“oh gramps, think i should keep goin? Hm?” Your words barely processed through his thick head— until the thought of you stopping shot through his head, and dick. “Mmm…nooo,,shit— gonna die if you stop.” He pawed at your head, pheromones spiking, luring you in, so inviting wasn’t he? So pretty, so sweet, don’t cha’ just wanna get him off? Help him during his heat.
Pumping his sudding dick excruciatingly slow watching as beads of cum wept out his tip, angry head begging to explode, but— you were making it impossible, stoping, squeezing, how much more do you want! Slick pooling under the two of you, he felt like a fucking fountain.
your eyes widening as he broke out into a sob “hah— fuck.. hic I didn’t mean too— shit,, it hurts…My heat.. wahh— gotta cum— please hic make me cum.” He sobbed, gasping out between bursts of cries, fat tears flowing down his face, cheeks a harsh red as they puffed out, hands coiling and tangling in your hair, pulling you closer, he wanted to smell you, feel you deep inside him, wants your puppies…
really you wanted to be meaner, stall some more, watch those pretty eyes of his drench in harder sobs, chest shaking, mouth opened as he gasped for air in between his cries, you really wanted too, but, even you have instincts, the site of your omega, callin n crying out for you- shit, it just, made you snap. Give in to his desperate pleas,
Your hand snapped up and down hitting against his balls every time you brought it down, grip squeezing as your other hand finally left his hip letting up buckle up into your touch, he threw his head back chest tightening as his eyes lolled from side to side, what a lewd site it was, all with his red little hoodie still on.
“anGH- I’m gonna— wanna cum..so bad” your yuji was a good boy, regardless of how cruel or mean you could be, he still clawed at you to ask before he cums, the first one was a mistake you gotta believe him! He didn’t mean it..so…
“My lil—uh old omega wants to cum?.. then cum yuji.” Oh the faux sweet tone of yours, it made him come undone in seconds, body weeping, his back arched an insane degree, abs flexing tightly as he sqeezed your head, stuck between his beefy arms he was practically about to chock you out just in an effort to ground himself as his body convulsed, hips snapping up, breath hitching as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull,
you held him throughout, well— not that he’d let you move even if you tried, still, holding onto you helped keep his senses intact as he slowly rode of your high, your palm raw from rubbin up n down, even as he came all over you and himself, thick cum shooting right up into your shirt, some splashing on your face, dripping down onto his own lean waist,
chest slowing down as he regained his breath, “so…hot.” He muttered, complaining as he pulled at his collar. voice raspy from all the crying, still sniffling a bit as he regained his composure. Finally gathering the strength to pull his head up straight, looking right at you, quick blinking letting out a few stray tears,
“…so mean.” He groaned at that shit eating grin, letting his head fall back down, he was too old to be fuckin crazy like this. He just knew his back was gonna hurt in the morning
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated!
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Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.
Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.
And he knows it.
He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.
He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.
He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.
And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.
Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.
He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.
Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.
By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.
You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.
“Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”
Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it.
Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.
“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”
“--Yuuta?”
Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth.
“Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”
You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.
“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”
Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.
“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”
Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.
“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly.
“Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”
Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”
“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”
Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.
“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”
Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.
“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”
“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…”
“Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”
“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.
“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?”
Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…”
“Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”
Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over.
“Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~”
“What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics.
“Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”
“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?”
“M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…”
“No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Mommy please…”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?”
“I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”
“Please what, puppy?”
“Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind.
“Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”
Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines.
“Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…”
“Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.”
“W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up.
“I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”
Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through.
He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you.
“I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..”
“I don’t care.”
“But I–”
“Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”
Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself.
“Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before.
“‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”
“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–”
“No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…”
“There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”
Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow.
“No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”
Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.”
“Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?”
“I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”
“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?”
“Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out.
“And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.”
Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?”
Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.
“Answer me, puppy.”
Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans.
“Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?”
“Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.
“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.”
Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.
“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–”
“Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”
“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…”
You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for.
“Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”
Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric.
After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.
“Mommy?” he pants out softly.
“I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?”
You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.”
“Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling.
You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”
“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles.
“Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”
“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.”
“Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”
Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.”
“Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?”
“Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”
Frat geto and frat gojo getting out freaked by nerd reader? It could both or separate but imagine their at a study session and things start getting spicy, and maybe the think reader is a virgin but suddenly they start taking control of the situation, like making them 69 or something like that while he preps them. This is crazy and makes no sense I’m so sorry😭hope you’re having a good day or night!
“I Want My Boyfriends to Kiss” — Ashnikko
Frat!Gojo x Male Nerd!Reader x Frat!Geto
CW: Threesome(obv), kinda toxic if you squint..?
(Not proofread I got lost in the sauce)
You were a means to an end, at first.
Both Satoru and Suguru weren’t failing, whatsoever, yet they called your number on the flyer because they knew exactly who you were. Everyone on campus did.
You were that one smoke-show on campus nobody could believe was a complete nerd, and yet, that made you so much hotter.
You were that guy that everyone knew about but nobody knew. You kept to yourself and your few friends seemed to carry all the conversations while you listened.
Everyone either wanted to get a hit of you or wanted to see who finally would. As far as rumors went, you hadn’t slept with a single person for the past two years of school. Your roommate was a gossip, telling all his friends about how you’ve never brought someone back, not even once!
Satoru and Suguru were on the side of wanting you. It was a mix between wanting you because you were hot and the novelty around you. If they could brag about having you, then they’d be the first. Everyone would be so jealous, and they could then have you to themselves since nobody would dare try to live up to them.
So when they saw you put up a flyer offering paid tutoring they were the firsts to call. Couldn’t let anyone else take advantage of the open invitation. They made up some lie about struggling in a random subject from your list— was it statistics?
They had no problem with getting the money, frat “donations” and all, so the next part was just picking a place to do it.
Between the frat boys, it was a question of Suguru’s place or Satoru’s. That was until you offered up your place. How bold of you!
They didn’t hesitate for a second. Getting to bone you AND getting to be one of the few people who see your bedroom?? Score.
The next day, right on your agreed-upon time, the two boys showed up in their most fuckable attire. Suguru in a short-sleeved button up with way too little buttons, and Satoru in that shockingly tight, bordering-on crop-top of a t-shirt he was so famous for. Both in their respective ass-hugging jeans, of course.
And you, more than likely not even trying, were just as hot to them. God, you were perfect.
“So, what parts of stats aren’t you getting? Is it formulas or something?” You didn’t even greet them, just getting straight to business. Honestly, they were a little disappointed at the lack of cute nerd stereotypes they’d dreamed of but they got over it.
“Yeah, formulas and all that. Real hard to memorize, y’know?” Satoru agreed, acting half-assedly. He just wanted to get to the fun part already. You looked really fucking good, sleeves rolled up to your elbows all sexy-teacher-like.
Suguru was kind enough to pick up the slack for him, “Maybe you can explain a few of them? Slowly, please.” He smirked, clearly up to far more than studying.
You weren’t stupid, obviously. You knew the target on your back around school, your friends never let you forget it. You knew the two’s reputation and why they were trying to get closer to you. Everyone knew that Satoru fucks like a bunny and Suguru has a long trail of broken hearts following him.
And yet, you didn’t refuse them or tell them to go away. Partially because you did need that money, but also because you were strategizing.
If you slept with the two, nobody else would try getting into your pants. It would intimidate everyone who tried. The frat boys were jerks but everyone admitted they were good as hell in bed. Anyone who tried you after them would just become insecure.
So, you let them think they were using you, so that you could use them. And… a little fun in the meantime wouldn’t hurt.
It was Satoru who made the first move, a hand to your thigh not even 20 minutes into your studying. How impatient.
“I’m pretty tired. Can we take a break?” He tilted his head all cutesy as he asked. He’s so obvious it’s not even funny.
Then you felt a weight on your shoulder, Suguru with his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon, we’ll work right after.” He pushed, moving to whisper in your ear “We’ll do whatever you want~.”
That’s how the two ended up making out on top of one another, each with your fingers stuffing them full.
Satoru was kissing Suguru so sloppily, hardly able to focus with your right hand smothering his prostate and Suguru’s boner smothering his own. Suguru wasn’t in much better shape, gasping and panting against Satoru’s lips due to, not just the weight on top of him, but the inescapable pleasure he was being put through. Unable to squirm away.
You hadn’t let either cum yet, telling them it was “Just the prep” as if you hadn’t been at this for the past 30 minutes. With each added finger you’d say, “Just a bit more.” And every time they’d whine and groan against the other’s lips.
It was three fingers in that Satoru reached behind him for your hand. “Pleeaasee…. can’t… can’t do it anymore..” He pleaded.
Suguru joined in, unable to reach your other hand so resorting to holding Satoru for comfort. “Just.. hah… just fuck us already… however you want- js’ do it…”
You thought for a minute, unsure if you wanted the fun to end, until you felt the neediness of your own cock, desperate for release. So, you relented, pulling your fingers out of them slowly, which of course caused them to whine at the loss. It was like they couldn’t make up their minds.
They moved off of each other while you lubed yourself up, needing to breathe and cool off. Their chests felt like they’d explode any second. Fuck, they really miscalculated thinking you were a virgin. When did you have the time to learn all this??
Their break was cut short however when you spoke up, “I want you two back on each other. Face me this time, Gojo, ok?” You spoke so clearly, like you were completely unashamed of the situation. It’s not like they were but they didn’t expect anything like this from you!
They listened, surprisingly obedient for them of all people. Suguru was back on his back as Satoru carefully laid himself back onto Suguru’s chest, nearly sitting on his dick while he was at it. He mumbled a small ‘sorry’ to Suguru when he accidentally did, eliciting a groan.
“No reason to apologize,” you cut in, “It’s exactly what I want you to do.” You slipped your hands between them, gently grabbing at Suguru’s length, causing him to whimper quietly. That whimper soon turned into a full on moan from both of them when you began slowly inching Suguru into Satoru’s entrance.
“W-what are you-“ You cut him off, “Relax, Satoru. I’ll fill you myself after. I can only fuck you one at a time, y’know.” He kept quiet after that, apprehensively watching you stuff him with his best friend’s cock. He and Suguru had slept together before, that’s no shock, but you would soon be the first person they’d ever do it in front of.
Once Suguru was snug inside his best friend, catching his breath after to adjust, you began inching into him. He groaned behind those perfect teeth, head falling back on your pillow, haloed by his own raven hair. And of course, each movement he made, Satoru felt. He could also hear every one of Suguru’s groans loud and clear beside his ear, biting his lip to cope.
After giving everyone a moment to adjust, you suddenly brought your hand up to Satoru’s length and began rocking your hips into Suguru, stroking him at the same pace. Soon just rocking turned into thrusting into Suguru, which of course added to his own thrusts into Satoru.
“F-fuuuuuck…” Satoru moaned, voice wobbly with the movement as his head fell back beside his beat friend’s. The two boys were moaning, almost in harmony to one another. They really were joint at the hip, how cute.
The tangle of legs between the two was getting awkward so Suguru busied himself with holding Satoru’s thighs up to his chest, spreading him open for the both of you to see. He let out a more open-mouthed moan at that.
You worked diligently at keeping a pace in your movements, the other two falling behind by a second. Your thumb was rubbing and stroking at the underside of Satoru’s length whilst your hips were pounding into Suguru’s harsher and harsher over time.
Suguru had yet to make too much sound, compared to his loud mouth roommate, and you decided to challenge yourself. You angled your hips in numerous ways, searching and searching for that one, special-
“Fuck!” Spot.
Soon enough Suguru was panting open-mouthed right next to Satoru’s ear, and you could tell by the look at his face that he was envious. After all, in this position— especially with how distracted Suguru is— Suguru couldn’t really hit his sweet spot the way he needed.
You decided to be generous, after all, you had a free hand.
Satoru gasped at the newer intrusion, looking down between his legs to see you squeezing a finger into his already stuffed hole. “He’s not hitting it, huh? So selfish of Suguru. He’s not even trying to make you cum.” You sank your fingers deeper, eliciting a groan out of both of them. “I guess it’s up to me.”
“Hah hah… anngh!” Satoru’s teeth clenched as his back arched, mouth almost immediately falling back open to moan loudly yet again. “Oh fuck- oh fuh- haaah..” He was now desperately bucking up into your fist, unsure which side of his pleasure to lean into. Suguru wasn’t in any better spot, nails digging into Satoru’s thighs as his hips wriggled aimlessly.
Suguru wanted to run from the overwhelming pleasure but there was nowhere to go. You were nonstop pounding into his entrance and Satoru was clenching around him like he intended to never let go, that tightness greatened by the bonus of your fingers. All that and he was stuck under Satoru’s weight, literally held down. He just had to sit and take it.
Fuck, he was so close.
“Y/N… oh, god, Y/N… ‘m close.. Satoru m’ close..” he warned you both, hips beginning to buck harsher than before, sending Satoru right to cloud nine. As Satoru’s back lifted off Suguru’s chest you knew he was close as well.
“It’s fah…. ‘s finee.. yer c-clean jus’- fuck! Just cum in me..” Satoru rambled, assuring his best friend it was ok to let go. Almost as the universe’s reward for his kindness, your fingers finally managed to push Suguru’s tip right into his prostate, causing him to cry out.
It took only just a few more thrusts from the both of you for Satoru the spill all over himself, legs kicking around at the overwhelming pleasure only to be stabilized by Suguru’s hands. And of course, due to Satoru’s squeezing, Suguru came right after him, staining both Satoru’s walls and your fingers with white.
The two ground together for a bit longer before stilling, coming down from their respective highs. They panted almost in sync, lost completely in the bliss of their orgasms.
That was until they both gradually realized you hadn’t cummed at all, looking down at you in confusion. You met their gazes simply, “What? I told you, Satoru would get his turn.”
They both looked to each other.
They were so bragging about this if they could walk tomorrow.
tired!higuruma who at first, admittedly, feels bad about letting you do all the work for him.
tired!higuruma who’s (unexpectedly) incredibly turned on by body worship from you.
tired!higuruma who hesitates when you tell him to lay back and relax as you lovingly undress him like he’s to be savored.
tired!higuruma who eventually lets you take control and relishes in the tension relief that comes alongside it.
tired!higuruma who gets a little flustered, throwing an arm over his face when you point out how pent up he is.
tired!higuruma whose hips stutter up into your palm whenever you whisper sweet praise into his ear.
tired!higuruma who’s practically eating out of your hand by the time his release is just right there, whimpering, “oh, fuck, please— please, i’m so close, baby…”
tired!higuruma who shudders when he goes over the edge, staining your hand with cum and your mind with the sight of him trembling under you.
tired!higuruma who wouldn’t mind giving you power over him again.
