JJ

BRIDGERTON (2020-)

1.05 The Duke and I

2.06 The Choice

3.07 Joining of Hands

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who originally made it a bet to see who could get you to fold first, the prize being bragging rights and an unlimited supply of weed. they both approached you at the same time with a subtle “hey” before handing you a cup of alcohol. they kinda just bullshitted with you the whole time. asking you obvious questions like, “oh you’re in our chem class right?” “i think you sit a few seats away from us.”

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who thought it would be funny to ask you about your sex life, but to their complete surprise, you complied and told them everything. what you’re into, your kinks, fantasies, wet dreams you’ve had. all they could do is listen with their mouths wide open and their cocks hard. what started as a bet unfolded into something much more interesting, and much more dangerous. who knew the smartest girl in class turned out to be a slut?!

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who mutually agreed to end the party early just to get a taste of your pussy. none of them caring about the bet anymore, they just wanted to watch the pretty nerd break like a kit kat and fall apart on their cocks. they wanted to do everything you fantasized about to you.

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren whose fucking you into oblivion. they have you laying your back on the couch, gojo’s cock sinked deep into your wet pussy and eren standing up, roughly fucking his cock into your mouth. you were slobbering and drooling all over his shaft while gojo’s cock abused your tight hole, his hand rubbing circles around your sensitive twitching clit.

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who talk to you like you’re nothing but a fucktoy to them. “fuuckk yeahh— tell me who this pussy belongs to. us, right?” “fuckin’ love how this virgin pussy feels wrapped around my cock. god you feel so tight and warm.” “gonna make sure our cocks is the only thing you think about. no more stupid chemistry or math— just us.”

fratboy!gojo whose quite literally double comboing you, the feeling nauseating. he’s fucking and choking you at he same time, hips snapping into your pussy as he continues to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “slutty nerds gonna cum all over my cock? aww poor bab— wait— you said you need to pee?!”

fratboy!eren who stares in absolute disbelief as he watches you squirt all over gojo’s cock, he nearly came in your mouth at the sight of you forcing gojo’s cock out your tight hole because of how messy it was. “holy shit— nerds a fuckin’ squirter.” yeah, eren was practically whining at this point.

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who ended up giving you their numbers, not just for the bet but because they were more than ready to link up for a second round with you.

zombie!choso gifting his heart for valentine’s day ❤︎⁠

that boyfriend of yours was a gory, horrifying thing. well..to anybody besides yourself. you found him to be quite charming. the green skin, sickly appearance, the weeping flaws on his flesh—all of it enticed you in a different way. you didn’t care if it was maniacal. what was truly maniacal was how you couldn’t seem to let him go when he died. thus..here he was.

this zombie was lovesick. despite his dead state of being, he was exceedingly devoted. for example, when his jaw broke while eating you out..you still struggled to pull his body off of you! who knew zombies could get drunk for something besides brains.

this year for valentine’s day, choso gave you something extra special. you had grown suspicious when you saw a baseball-sized blood stain on one of his shirts, but just figured his delicate skin was having issues again. poor guy!

you sat at the table with your zombie darling, he sat hunched in the chair across from you. “i’m…i’m very..excited..” he croaked, reaching up to scratch at his pale, greenish-hued cheek. naturally, his flimsy nails managed to break skin, dragging a scratch across. “it’s..v-valuable..”

a short laugh left you, eyes darting down to the black box. “valuable? that’s so sweet of you, baby. you always think of me.” a zombie with a thought system? go figure.

choso smiled, stretching the small hole in his cheek enough for a tooth to be visible from your point of view. he loved seeing you happy above anything else—even flesh!

“o-open..it..” he whispered unwillingly, his voice was always so hoarse, as if speaking pained him. it probably did, but he spoke for you despite that.

you grabbed the box—and oh, there was some weight to it. your initial assumption was jewelry or something of that sort. curiously, you opened the box and peeked inside.

there sitting before you was a heart cradled in the box like a compass—his heart. the four chambers poked out, two of which were frayed at the edges. the red hue was far paler than a heart you’d usually find, though that wasn’t surprising. dumbfounded couldn’t even describe your reaction. but delighted could.

“oh my god..choso. your heart? are you for real?” you gasped, lifting up the box to further inspect its delicacy. a huge smile broke out on your face, and you practically lunged at him for a hug. “you’re the best boyfriend ever!”

choso was enchanted by your reaction. when the chair fell back from your tackle, a sharp crack! echoed between his body and yours. your poor zombie’s bones simply couldn’t handle your affection. but he didn’t notice it, nor mind. “i’m..ha..happy..you l-like it..” he panted, his chapped lips planting a kiss on your forehead. “i..i love you so..”

this zombie yearned. he longed for your flesh, but only to be inside it. he longed for your brain, but only to understand it. he longed for your heart, but only to put his next to yours. what a romantic monster he was.

“i love you too, choso. so much.” you kissed him back, your soft hips against his was like sandpaper trying to scrape clouds. how charming. “when i die, my heart will be fully yours.”

choso smiled, the hole in his cheek stretching once again. “my h-heart…was..yours even b-before this..” he croaked. “in..t-the palm of..of your handdd..”