GEEKIN' OUT!
Summary: You decide to drag your two nerdy best friends to their first frat party, finding out that they’ve done their studying in a different type of chemistry! WC: 2.2k A/N: Art by @mochikuyo on twitter!
Armin and Satoru were your two extremely nerdy best friends, nerdy as in they would ditch a hangout just to study for a test that was a week away. Thankfully, they made up for it by being an absolute blast to hang out with.
An inseparable trio you three were; always eating together, talking together, and out together. Everything between you, Armin, and Satoru was so comforting.
And strictly platonic.
However, being the nerds they were, parties and fraternities weren’t really their thing. The two of them just saw things like that to be excessively loud and dirty, something you’d only get wrapped up in if you were high.
It still came as a shock when you heard that neither of them had been to a frat party.
“Are you guys serious?” You questioned, sitting up. The three of you were up in Satoru’s dorm, doing basically nothing.
“I mean, I know you guys aren’t big on that stuff, but I would have thought you’d have gone to at least one party in two years…” trailing off, you realized it made more sense than you thought.
You had been close with Armin and Satoru since the three of you first started college, and if they had gone out to a party, you would have heard and gone.
“You don’t go to many either, you know.” Armin said quietly from his seat on the floor. He was right, but it wasn’t something you had never experienced.
“I know, but you two don’t do many of the in-college experiences that people talk about.” You looked over at Satoru, who was up in his bed.
You perked up. “My friend said that there’s one tomorrow night! We should all go!” Satoru scoffed, half-amused and half-sarcastic.
“I mean, if you really want to we can. I don’t see all the fun in getting drunk, though.”
“Then don’t get drunk.” You responded, rolling your eyes. You fixed your gaze back to Armin. “Come on, ‘min. What do you say?”
Armin didn’t seem entirely opposed to the idea, therefore shrugging in response. “If you two go, so will I.”
You clapped your hair excitedly, spinning around in Satoru’s desk chair. “Alright, it’s settled!! Let me know if you need help choosing something to wear!”
Armin blushed at your sudden excitement, looking down at his lap. You checked the time, deciding it would be best if you headed back to your own dorm by now.
You gave your friends a cheery goodbye, immediately texting one of your other friends that you would be attending the party tomorrow.
The air buzzed with excitement and alcohol, music blasting everywhere you went. People were dancing, playing beer pong, spun the bottle, basically just having the time of their lives.
Armin said that he and Satoru would be there in five ten minutes ago, so you were starting you worry they had backed out.
That’s when you turned around, and what a sight it was.
The only thing Satoru had changed about his appearance was his shirt, which was now a white tank top. Armin had just ditched the long sleeves under the short sleeves.
To be honest, there wasn’t really much of a difference. Maybe it was the party lighting or the occasional smell of weed getting to your head, but they looked…
Hot.
You made your way over to them, excited they had still decided to follow through on the plan.
“It’s really loud in here.” Armin said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Satoru nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, but that’s just how it is. You’ll get used to it, I swear.” You tried to sound reassuring. “Do you want a drink?”
Satoru looked timid, acting like he had never sipped alcohol for whatever reason. Armin, on the other hand, accepted your request, sipping almost the second you passed your cup over to him.
You dragged the boys along with you through the crowd, lights flashing and music getting louder with each song that was played. "You guys need to loosen up!!" You shouted over the chatter, alcohol already starting to kick in even though you had only been here for half an hour.
Neither wanted to make you feel awkward, slowly starting to let themselves feel the music, drinking as they went, even Satoru.
You pushed yourself back up against Armin, ass grinding against him. His cheeks flared, pants starting to tighten while he held your hips in place, making sure you wouldn't get off his body.
Satoru watched, starting to become turned on just by looking at the action his friend was getting from a girl as pretty as you.
Hours passed.
Drinks were refilled.
And you three were too loose on your feet.
In the corner of the cramped room, your tongue was deep in Satoru's throat, tastebuds tingling with the spice of liquor on his tongue. He was groaning into your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your ass through your dress.
"Woah, woah!" Armin announced loudly, shoving Satoru off of you. "Save some f'me, kay?" His words were slurred, nothing like the composed Armin everyone knew.
You practically snatched Armin up and into your arms, to which he wasted no time in grabbing your chin to kiss you, drunkenly intent on showing more passion than Satoru did.
"Why...why don't we leave?" You panted, eyes flying between Satoru and Armin. They grinned, immediately complying to your suggestion before stumbling out the party with you, all the way back to Armin's dorm, as it was the closest.
You nearly tripped trying to take off your heels, hand gripping the wall of Armin's dorm. Once you were barefoot, you made your way over to Armin and Satoru, who were standing around while they waited for you.
It took a moment to process their state.
They were shirtless, abs from secret workouts on display, eyes glossed over but still evidently needy.
"Wow..." you whispered, though it was much too loud to be one. You stumbled over, running a hand down Satoru's abs, other hand on Armin's bicep.
You turned to Armin. "You first." You said, finger pointing at him. He was in a drunken state of confusion before seeing you sink to your knees in front of him, eyes gazing up at his crotch.
"She wants head, dude!" Satoru yelled, not even realizing his words were mixed up. Neither of you did, really. Armin quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. He was half-hard, long, and pretty, precum glistening on his tip.
You pulled at the straps of your dress, shoving the fabric down to your knees. Armin and Satoru marveled at the state of you in nothing but a lacy bra and panties, erections growing by the second.
You reached up, shaky hands slowly starting to stroke Armin's needy length. Sticking your tongue out, you licked his tip, eyes occasionally drifting to Satoru to see of his was watching.
And he was, no doubt about it. In fact, his own jeans and undergarments were down, and he was giving himself a handjob, jerking off to the sight of your pretty lips around his best friend's dick.
You hollowed your cheeks, spit running down Armin's length whenever you would bob your head up and down, panties growing wetter with every desperate moan that slipped from Armin's lips. He gripped your hair, thrusting his hips forwards to fuck your face.
You gagged each time his tip would hit the back of your throat, bound to bruise. It was a small price to pay for being able to have your hot, kind best friend in the way you currently did.
Your right ear was filled with different wet, sloppy sounds as Satoru's hand went up and down his dick as a rapid pace. Armin tilted his head back, a silent sign that he was close.
"Cumming, I'm cumming!" He whispered-yelled suddenly, giving you no time to prepare before shooting his salty-sweet load down your throat.
You pulled away once his pleas got loud, a string of spit landing on your chin. Armin both helped you up from the floor and helped you out of your dress, escorting you to his bed. Satoru followed, dick heavy and hard. He wiped his spit covered hand off on his bare thigh, and action you and Armin would have immediately deemed gross if you were sober enough to process it.
Armin reached forwards to your seated position on the bed, hands reaching around your torso to unhook your bra. You could have sworn he almost started drooling the second he saw your bare tits, nipples hard.
"Beautiful..." Satoru muttered, cold hand touching the sensitive flesh. You dragged the two boys onto the soft bed with you; the room on the bed was scarce, but the proximity only made the moment hotter.
You laid down, head against the pillow as Satoru towered over you, on his knees. Armin was at his side at a slight angle, ready to watch your pretty pussy get wrecked by Satoru's cock.
Satoru reahced forwards, tugging your panties down and off, tossing them onto the floor. Your cunt was wet and glistening, absolietly hypnotic.
"All f'me..." Satoru groaned, lifting your legs up, spreadi them wide. He settled himself in between, rubbing his cum-covered tip alog your slit.
"Cmon, 'toruuu!" You whined, gasping at every light touch he pressed against your clit. It's a good thing he wasn;t in a mood to tease. With one fluid motion, he pushed his slippery cock into your cunt, relishing in the filthy sounds of him filling you up.
"Ohh, fuck!" You yelled, hips rolling upwards. Satoru slid in and out slowly, adjusting before starting to pick up the pace. Goodness, this man could fuck. His speed was lethal, position just right.
Satoru's hips slapped against yours, the loud, wet plap! sounds being something absolutely unholy. You gasped through your moans as Armin's cold hand reached to grab and twist at your bouncing tits, smirking down o you in a way that sent chills down your spine.
"Your pussy- shit, perfect." Satoru rambled on, in utter ecstasy at the way your cunt took him so well. His tip was hitting up against your cervix, bound to leave a bruise by morning. He leaned down, closing the gap between your sweaty bodies.
"Don't cum yet." Armin teased, other hand on Satoru's back, a silent push for him to keep going with his relentless fucking. Satoru sped up at his words, your moans loud and borderline pornographic in his ear.
"Cumming soon...fuck!" Satoru grunted, pace slowing as he drew closer and closer to his orgasm. You were close yourself, pussy clenching around his thick cock. "F-fuck, cum for me..." he hissed, head tilting back as he continued to hit your g-spot over and over.
It only took a few thrusts before you came undone all over his dick, cum gushing all over it, a frothy white ring forming at the base. Satoru's hips stuttered once, twice, and then he was filling you up with his sticky seed, strings of curses flowing from his lips.
"Stay put." Armin ordered as Satoru pulled out, cock dripping with a mix of your cum. Once your panting had come to a slow, Armin got between your legs, head right in front of your cunt. He spread your lips with two fingers, admiring Satoru's handiwork before getting to work himself.
Your back arched off the bed whenever you felt his warm tongue against your sensitive cunt, diving deeper into you with each lick.
Armin held you by your hips, hard enough to leave marks as he ate you out feverishly, as if he wouldn't be able to stop if his life depended on it; and this boy could eat!!!
"Oh my god, 'min!" You screamed, hands tangling in his blonde locks, pulling and tugging every time he hit just the right spot.
Armin was rutting down into the bed, stimulating the boner that had grown from watching you get fucked by Satoru. Speaking of him, Satoru was licking at your breasts, at an exceptionally awkward angle on the small dorm bed. Back pain was worth it if it meant getting to touch you like this.
You were overwhelmed by the different sensations flowing through you all at once, lewd sounds flying from your mouth, the ones that came from Armin and Satoru muffled by your body parts.
You tasted so good, so good that Armin would eat you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert if you could. It was an understatement to call the taste of your cum mixed with Satoru's a feast. He could feel you ready to cum again, the way your hole squeezed his tongue.
"I'm cumming, Armin!" You whimpered, eyes rolling back as your second orgasm washed over you, so good your mind went blank and your legs shook. Armin moaned at the taste of you, sending vibrations up your cunt.
He thrusted into the bed a few more times, eating you through your orgasm before cumming straight into his bedsheets. Him and Satoru pulled away at the same time, idolizing the scene before them: your spent, quivering body, pussy covered with cum, face rosy and sweaty.
It was too late to clean anybody up. Armin and Satoru moved you to lay in the middle of them, pulling the covers over the three of you. They showered your neck, face, and lips with kisses, murmuring half-drunk praises about how good you did, and how beautiful you were.
You were too wiped out to give more than a few whispered, half-assed responses, weakly kissing them back. They accepted it of course, smiling as you snuggled into their strong arms.
A/N: The frat party goes by a bit fast, but I was just trying to get to the good part lmao. I hoped you guys enjoyed!
