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Freak like me . . .

𑁤 pervert bf yuta x reader, smut 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex, a little choking kink, semi-public sex, reader love teasing yuta . . .

No one would have ever doubted Yuta's innocence.

When you first got to know him, Yuta also seemed like a reserved, shy and completely innocent guy.

But you didn't know you were wrong -you were dead wrong.

For the first few months of your relationship, things didn't go beyond kissing -he wouldn't even touch your ass. He would grab your hips and pull you close, but the moment things heated up even slightly, he would pull away immediately, as if it were something that couldn't be done.

You didn't pay much attention to it at first, but it started happening more and more often, after all, you’d been together for six months, yet the furthest things had gone was a French kiss. You felt like you were losing your mind, until an idea popped into your head.

Could it be that he was Catholic?

Fuck, you felt like a serial pervert -kissing him, teasing him, trying to at least give him a blowjob while he was just trying to respect his religion.

Your stomach churned at the thought, you had to go and apologize immediately for acting like a desperate whore.

You grabbed your phone and sent him a message asking to meet him in his room, naturally, he said yes and you made your way down the corridors.

As soon as you arrived at his door, you knocked. Yuta opened it immediately to greet you and leaned in to give you a quick peck but you stepped right inside, avoiding any kind of intimacy. You couldn't let him get drawn into a situation like that -the thought of tempting him, like a devil, would surely have made you feel nauseated.

You went straight to sit on his bed, he turned to close the door, then sat on his desk chair, shifting it to position it right in front of you. He wore a look of confusion and inquiry, his big eyes slightly thinned out as he met your gaze, waiting for you to speak.

You swallowed, forcing down the lump of saliva stuck in your throat and rested your palms on your knees. "I am so sorry for disrespecting your religion" you said quickly, wearing an apologetic expression.

Yuta parted his lips slightly, completely frozen in shock, you thought he had taken it badly or something but then a loud laugh escaped his lips.

You had never seen him laugh so much -not even when you were joking, yet at that moment, when you were completely serious, he was laughing like a madman.

Completely confused, you kept looking at him, as soon as he spoke, a smile played on his lips. "Baby, what are you talking about?"

"I noticed that, well... you don't go beyond kissing, you know?" you said, embarrassed, offering a nervous smile. "So, I immediately thought you were Christian and were respecting your reli-" Yuta turned even paler than usual, though his cheeks flushed a light pink. "I'm not Christian, that's not the reason..." he admitted, his expression turning serious.

And from there you discovered that he was only holding back, for fear of disrespecting you and your relationship.

But after that day, he no longer restrained himself.

You two had sex practically everywhere -in your room, at parties, in all the places. It wasn't always full-on sex, sometimes it was just oral but the fact remained that Yuta was constantly horny -it was unreal.

Everything about you turned him on like crazy, even just a single touch -like that night with your friends.

Oh, how well you remember that evening, you two had gone to a villa where a party was being held -you didn't know exactly whose place it was, but your group had been invited, so that was perfectly fine.

Naturally, you tooked the opportunity to show off one of your best outfit and that night you had only one goal: to provoke Yuta.

The dress you wore wasn't extremely short -it was just the right length for you, it was a white dress that hugged and accentuated your curves, covering little more than your ass, in fact, one awkward move and one of your cheeks would have been completely exposed.

It wasn't a problem for you, but it was for someone else, it wasn't a matter of jealousy -Yuta loved seeing you so self-confident, but he hated constantly having to adjust his trousers because they were too tight at the crotch.

Leaving aside the fact that before leaving you were going to have a quickie, you finally got to the party, it was nothing exaggerated, there were people dancing and people drinking like crazy, your group instead sat comfortably on the sofas in the large garden, you purposely sit on Yuta’s lap, he froze immediately, he felt the blood immediately concentrate only on his cock, his hands with an iron grip on your hips and you could already feel his erection rubbing against you.

A smile appeared on your lips, and turning your head, you leaned close to his ear, "Not right now," you whispered seductively.

You turned your head, trying to pay at least a little attention to what your best friend was saying, but you could feel Yuta nuzzling against you and planting wet kisses on the back of your exposed neck.

You knew he was holding back, but you wanted him to do so a little more. Seeing the seat next to him open up, you shifted slightly to move to his side, placing your hand on his leg -the problem? That wasn't his leg.

That hard thing you rested your hand on was his erect cock inside his trousers.

And obviously you two ended up in an empty bedroom of the huge villa.

The bed in the center of the room was completely covered in white sheets, your body -already stripped of clothes and entirely naked, was stretched out on the mattress. Yuta was over you, planting kisses on your chest and teasing your nipples by taking them into his mouth -sucking and nibbling at them, sending shivers racing down your spine.

It was like torture, your pussy was already completely wet from the sensation of the bulge in his boxers rubbing against your pulsing center.

"Please, baby" you begged into his ear, completely restless under him. Moving away from your breasts, he planted a chaste kiss on your lips before lowering himself further, gripping your hips, he began leaving those kisses that drove you crazy along your inner thighs, working his way down to your most intimate spot and once he reached your pussy, he pressed a kiss there, too.

He began to stimulate your clitoris with his thumb, then started trailing licks across your most sensitive and delicate area, every sinful lick made you grow increasingly impatient. "Always so sweet for me" he remarked, his face practically buried between your thighs.

With every lick, you began to writhe against his tongue, then he stopped abruptly. With your eyes still half-closed and your head thrown back against the pillow, you opened your eyes to see Yuta finally lowering his boxers, which were soaked with pre-cum.

Without any preparation, Yuta began aligning the thick head of his cock with your hole -fully exposed to his view, and slowly started sliding into your tight walls. Yuta’s initial thrusts were always like that -slow and imprecise, until he found his rhythm.

It took a couple of minutes for him to find him rhythm, but it was definitely worth it. Yuta’s precise, powerful thrusts -felt like heaven, hitting that magical spot deep inside that made you completely melt.

You knew that having your hands tangled in Yuta's hair -gripping tight because of the intensity of his thrusts, made him feel good, but you knew what made your boyfriend feel good more than anything.

You moved your hand from his hair, sliding it from the back of his head down to the spot you desired -his neck, his greatest weakness. Yuta loved it when you gripped his neck and held onto him during sex, knowing it turned him on, you did it constantly, driving him crazy beneath your grasp.

It turned him on like crazy to feel you wrapped tight around him, clutching his cock as it thrust roughly inside you and he loved feeling you like that as you clasped his neck between your long fingers -while you loved feeling him enter in all his massive size, almost splitting you in two.

Your boyfriend was a perverted freak, but so were you.

The ex your new boyfriend didn't have to worry about

𑁤 nerd ex-bf gojo x reader, stalking, masturbation, little angst, smut 18+, insert of nanami x reader, mentions of cheating, reader got her revenge . . .

go to part 1!

Moving past your relationship with Satoru wasn't easy.

Everywhere you went was tied to a memory of him, your room held the most memories, the hallway where he always walked you, the classes you always attended together, the small cinema near your college where you always went together. In short, being there felt like being in prison.

But walking past the college without seeing him was far better, after all you never saw him anymore anyway. Avoiding him had been your choice during the first week following the incident, the day after you’d caught him out, he had bombarded you with messages and calls, only to stop randomly -just like that. You had decided to avoid him regardless, but then it seemed like he was avoiding you -except that in reality, he was avoiding everyone.

Everyone except Nanami.

Nanami was Satoru’s best friend, alongside Suguru. You had never been particularly close to Nanami, yet he had always struck you as a mysterious and attractive person -especially attractive, since it was undeniable that he was a handsome guy.

Your first meeting after your breakup with Satoru happened completely by chance, just like in the movies.

You were walking down the hallway with a stack of books in your arms, running completely late for class, when you bumped into someone's chest and all your books fell to the floor -and who else could it be but your ex's best friend?

Nanami looked at you with sharp eyes and a faint smile played on his thin lips. "You're already late for class, it started at least half an hour ago." Annoyed by his words, you rolled your eyes -Satoru had probably sent him to bother you. "And how do you know which class is mine?"

Nanami chuckled as he bent down to pick up your books -it was incredible to think that two men had been on their knees for you in just the past month. "I know because it's the same class Satoru is skipping," he said, standing up and handing the books back to you. You felt a twinge of bitterness hearing that name pass his lips, and Nanami noticed it as he studied your face. "Want to step outside for a cigarette?"

From that day on, you grew closer and closer to Nanami, he wasn't the kind of person who had you dying of laughter but being with him was very pleasant. You started seeing each other more and more, any excuse was good enough to meet up, even if just for five minutes.

By now, a month and nearly a week had passed since Satoru’s cheating and you needed to move on -especially since that bastard was ignoring you. Who did he think he was?

And so, nearly two months after the breakup with Satoru, you and Nanami started seeing each other. It wasn't a serious relationship yet, but you began to view one another person in a romantic light.

But you knew something was wrong.

Ever since you were little, you had always felt somewhat spied upon but lately that sensation had intensified, you knew someone was watching you.

You didn’t mentioned it to Nanami, you looked crazy as fuck if you said that somebody was watching you, you even checked the entire room but there was no trace of a camera or a person.

And you didn't even know who it could be until that Tuesday evening.

You were lying flat on your bed, wearing nothing but lace panties and one of Satoru’s old, oversized t-shirts -you didn't miss him, the shirt was just comfortable, so you wore it. You were scrolling through TikTok on your phone, completely tired and bored, until you heard it.

A message notification popped up, it was from an unknown number. It was incredibly strange, because very few people had your number and you hadn't given it to anyone recently.

Unknow number

┆ You look so sexy in that t-shirt right now, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ whose is ‎it?

You were completely frozen -who the fuck was it? It could have been some kind of jokes, maybe by one of your friends or Nanami, they knew you always wore oversized t-shirts when hanging out in your room. The solution was to ignore the message, someone would probably text you soon to say it was all just a joke.

Unknow number

┆ What are you doing, ignoring me?

┆ It’s not polite to ignore me when, wearing ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that t-shirt, you were begging me to push it ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎harder.

That was Satoru -you were 100% sure of it.

He was the only one who knew you always wore that t-shirt when you fucked with him. A sudden wave of anxiety washed over you, you grabbed some tape to cover the camera on your phone, your iPad, and your computer -and even, just to be safe, the teddy bear Satoru had given you.

Unknow number

┆ Sweetheart you underestimate me, don’t say ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ to me that you think I’m that banal.

He could still see you -fuck, he could still see you.

You were in a complete panic, you knew someone was watching you and you could sense it was Satoru -what the hell were you supposed to do?

You were absolutely terrified, I mean, someone was spying on you while you stepped out of the shower, while you were studying... and who knows what else that creep had seen.

You were about to call Nanami, but you didn't know if tell him this and look crazy or keep it to yourself and go crazy, one thing was certain -you had to take revenge at that maniac Satoru.

A twisted idea immediately crossed your mind, you smiled slightly at the devious plan you had just conceived and quickly tapped the icon for Nanami's number to call him.

Satoru wanted to spy on you? Fine, you were going to give him a fucking show to watch.

Nanami quickly arrived at your door, you opened it the moment you heard him knock. He looked handsome as ever -though a bit tired,wearing a simple shirt with his hair worn down, with that sharp yet incredibly arousing gaze.

You didn't even give him time to speak, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him into your room and closed the door behind him, immediately greeting him with a passionate kiss, which he returned resting his large hands on your hips.

As soon as you pulled apart to catch your breath, he caressed your face and gave a faint smile. "Babe, what is it?" he asked, surprised by your behavior, you whispered, "I want you” in a 'sensual' voice.

And you couldn't fucking believe that you were using that slutty voice to get revenge on that maniac stalker of Satoru.

Nanami smirked at your words and planting a quick peck on your lips, whispered, "Oh really? You want me?". Completely focused on carrying out your plan, you nodded, lightly biting your lower lip.

After your words, Nanami kissed you passionately, he slid his hands down to the backs of your bare thighs and lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

He laid you down on the bed and positioned himself between your legs -the exact position Satoru had been in that night, and without breaking the kiss, began pressing his throbbing erection against you, and you could already feel your core growing wet.

Impatiently, you began unzipping Nanami’s trousers, while your t-shirt was already pushed up, leaving you covered only by your lace panties -which were already dripping wet.

Pulling away to catch his breath, Nanami lowered his trousers completely, leaving him in just his boxers -with that visible bulge, and placed a hand on your thigh, he quickly slid his hand up to your intimate area, moved your panties aside, and began tracing small circles to stimulate your clitoris, while using two fingers to slowly prepare you.

You were already starting to moan to get the reaction you wanted, but you didn't speak of Nanami.

You were talking about Satoru, who -from his room, was having the exact reaction you wanted, staring at the computer screen while clenching one hand into a fist, absolutely furious at that piece of shit Nanami. He hated seeing you immersed in pleasure knowing it wasn't coming from him -every expression you made, the sounds escaping your delicate lips, the way your hand gripped Nanami’s bicep so tightly -a grip that used to be on Satoru’s.

Without realizing it, Satoru had become painfully hard as he watched you and "his best friend" who was just about to slide inside you. You were already moaning with pleasure, your face flushed and your hair spread across the mattress, you were wearing his T-shirt -a piece of him, while his best friend thrust into you.

Still angry, Satoru brought his hand to his erection -already slick with pre-cum, and began thrusting into his palm as he watched you taking all of Nanami inside you; your face was contorted in pain yet simultaneously filled with pleasure. Satoru remembered all too well what it was like to be inside you -so tight and warm. Your pussy seemed made for his cock, even though it was huge, you accommodated it perfectly, wrapping tightly around it.

Satoru was jerking off, his strokes growing increasingly forceful as he imagined being inside you once again -it was pathetic, but he couldn't see you in that setting without feeling an uncontrollable urge to touch himself.

Your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of Satoru’s powerful thrusts, then you felt it -the head of Nanami’s cock striking that magic spot deep inside you. Both Nanami and Satoru realized you were on the verge of climax, Nanami thrust harder, targeting that exact spot, while Satoru drove his hand against his own cock with increasing force. Small tears welled in the corners of his eyes as he felt the orgasm about to overwhelm him, too.

You came with a little cry escaping your lips as Nanami also let go, cumming inside you. But after that cry, Nanami wasn't the only one to came, Satoru’s palm also became white with his sperm spilling from the tip.

As Satoru tried to steady his heartbeat, he watched you get out of bed, still limping slightly, you walked over to the desk, reached into the vase, grabbed the hidden video camera and crushed it on the floor with a satisfied smile in your lips . Satoru was shocked, you know that he was watching.

He grabbed his phone, which had been left on the desk, and sent you a message from his unknown number.

Unknow number

┆ Did you know? Please reply.

As you watched the notification appear on your phone screen, a satisfied smile spread across your lips.

Satoru wasn't the only one who could have some fun.

//Hi! Sorry y’all, i’m such a slut for Nanami..

The friend you didn't have to worry about

𑁤 nerd bf gojo x reader : angst, cheating, love to hate . . .

go to part 2!

Satoru had always had very few friends, in fact he had two: Suguru and Nanami, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Satoru had no female friends.

And it wasn't you, his girlfriend,who had asked him to not be friend with girls, it was Satoru himself who wasn't interested in the offer.

He simply didn't need it, you were the only woman in his life and he was perfectly happy with that. Even when girls asked him for notes, he would just walk away, saying that he had to go somewhere.

And everything was going well, your relationship was perfect, and you were convinced that even if Satoru had a female friend, nothing would change -Satoru always showed his love for you, and nothing would change that.

Well, you were wrong.

You were wrong, because when Satoru met Nami, everything changed.

Nami was a girl from your college, she had nerdy interests -just like Satoru, spent hours and hours studying, and by all appearances, she was the spitting image of Satoru.

But when they started being friends you would never have expected it, you first heard her name in a message from Satoru

"Babe, I'm sorry I can't come over tonight, I'm studying with Nami."

That was the message where it all began. You didn't pay attention at all, you weren't an insecure girl and above all you trusted Satoru with all your heart.

So, you weren't all that interested.

But then Satoru started mentioning her more and more.

Like that Friday night when you two were on your bed, his head was between your thighs while you played with his messy hair and you were just talking when that name came up.

"I'm absolutely exhausted today, love. I spent the whole afternoon with Nami, we studied together the entire time," he said, chuckling as he looked at you. You froze, though you tried not to let it show.

"Who is this Nami?" you asked curiously. He smiled at you. "She's a girl I study with. What, are you jealous?" You rolled your eyes at his words and chuckled. "No, I'm not jealous."

And there the conversation ended, with a change of subject.

But after that day, being with Satoru became increadibly difficult, he no longer waited for you after class because he would leave with Nami instead and his messages were always the same

"I can't today, babe, I’m with Nami."

"I'm studying with Nami today." *photo attached*

"I can't come over today, I'm studying with her,I told you."

It didn't work for you anymore -that was for sure, so as soon as you finally saw each other, you spoke to him about it.

"Babe, don't you think you're kind of pushing me aside for this Nami girl?" you asked calmly while he sat at his desk and you sat cross-legged on his bed.

He immediately shifted his gaze from his book to you, looking at you with a confused -almost disgusted, expression. "Don't talk about Nam like that, she's a friend, you know. I just help her when she doesn't understand certain topics. Don't act like an immature, insecure child." he said sharply and you completely shocked nodded and turned your gaze back to your phone.

Your sweet Satoru was turning into a huge bastard, but you didn't expect him to go that far.

Satoru hadn't answered you since that morning and it was already midnight, you had no other choice. You put on something comfortable, left your room and walked down the hallway until you reached Satoru's door.

You sent a message -no reply, a second message -no reply, then you called him and in that case too, there was no reply.

You couldn't take it anymore, you opened the door with a sharp movement and silence immediately fell over the room.

Nami was lying on the bed with her legs spread, Satoru positioned between and over her, he was covered in kisses, his crooked glasses on his nose and his shirt half-unbuttoned, while the tie -you always used to remove, was now in Nami’s hands as she slid it off him.

The moment they heard the sound of the door, they turned toward you, they didn’t move an inch, as if time had stopped.

"Baby" Satoru whispered as he got up from on top of Nami. You completely in shock, felt a sense of emptiness fill your heart and tears began to well up in your eyes as Satoru approached you.

Nami put her shoes back on behind him and walked away like nothing append, Satoru placed his hands on your red cheeks, where tears were slowly trickling down. While you shook your head and rested your hands on his wrists, he was trying to caress your cheek..

"Don't touch me" you said through your tears, Satoru, in a complete panic, kept holding you close “No, no, no, my love... please, no—it’s not what it looks like, please, I’m sorry, I’m so incredibly sorry..." he kept whispering, while you tried to push him away.

"Please we can fix this..Please, I’ll do anything," he begged, taking your hands in his, while tears began to stream from his eyes, he sank in his knees in front of you “Please, my life is nothing without you -I am nothing without you" he begged again, utterly desperate.

"You disgust me -how could you do this to me?" you said, completely devastated, as tears streamed down your face.

You couldn't take it anymore,you needed air. You could sense you were feeling like suffocating -chest tight, breathing heavy and eyes streaming with tears, then you finally broke away from him, running out of that room that felt far too little.

And Satoru stood there, silence suffocating him, tears burning his face, he just lost the best thing in his life.

Everything was so quiet and he hated that silence, it made him feel even more alone, because when you were there, there was no silence.

Because when you were there, everything was alive -your laughter, which sounded like a melody filling the room, the sounds you made as you moaned above or beneath him, the noise of the kisses you planted all over his face.

And now? Now, everything was silent.