Your best friend calls, voice raw, and you realize he’s jerking off to you. The call spirals into a dirty, tense back-and-forth—him confessing all the nasty things he wants to do to you, you teasing between sweet and cruel, letting him see just enough to break him. He cums hard for you, then you make him listen while you play with yourself and orgasm. At the very end, you drop the sweetest bomb—and hang up, leaving him ruined, obsessed, and wanting more.
★2,827 words, old story, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), lots of dirty talk, masturbation, praise & a tiny bit of degradation, pet name/name calling (e.g, ma/mama, baby, sweetheart, honey¹, and slut¹), you're a little mean but he likes it, etc★
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"Hello?" you call, picking up on the third ring. The room is quiet, the only light the coming from your amber lamp and the blue glow from your screen reflecting off your freshly done nails.
"H-hey," his voice scrapes out on the other end. It’s a wrecked sound—ragged, breathless, and vibrating with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.
Your brows pull tight, a slow worry already beginning to tug at your lips. "Are you okay? You sound... off."
You picture him for a second. Maybe he’s sweaty from a run, his chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. Or maybe he’s been lugging another Amazon dresser for that old lady down the block—always the good guy, always helping somebody. But as you listen to the heavy, rhythmic hitch in his breathing, you realize you’re wrong.
Right now, your best friend is laid out on his bed, the sheets a mess beneath him. His sweatpants and boxers are shoved down to his mid-thighs, his brown skin damp and glowing in the dim light of his room. His stomach is corded, muscles tightening and rippling with every long, desperate drag of his fist. His dick is a dark, heavy weight in his hand—slick, flushed, and dripping through his fingers.
He’s slowly but firmly stroking himself to the thought—and now the sweet, taunting sound—of your voice. Precum is already smeared over his knuckles, his thumb rolling lazy over his slit before pressing harder, coaxing a deep, guttural grunt from his throat.
"Mgh—nothing. Just... talk to me," he rasps, the friction of his hand audible through the speaker.
Your frown deepens, your heart is starting to race. "Why? What’s wrong, baby?"
The pet name slips out easy, unthinking. But the effect is immediate—he moans low, a broken, helpless sound, like you’d reached through the line and wrapped your hand around him yourself. He lives for when your voice turns soft like this, when you stop clowning him and get sweet. His fist moves quicker now, his hips pushing up into his palm, seeking the friction he can’t get enough of.
"I'm fine, I promise. Just keep talking. Please."
You fall quiet for a beat, leaning back against your headboard. You listen harder. You hear the wet, squelching sounds of his grip. The sharp little hitches of breath. The low, animalistic sound he makes when his fist squeezes tighter at the base.
And it clicks.
"...You’re jerking off."
Silence. Just the heavy, frantic sound of his breathing. Then a broken, self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. M'sorry. Can’t stop. Not when it’s you."
Your breath stutters, a prickle of heat blooming low in your belly. "You’re getting off to me? On the damn phone?"
"Every time," he admits, his voice rough and needy, but with a sudden edge of raw honesty. He wants you to know. He wants you to feel the weight of it. "Think about you all the time. That mouth. Those tits. The way your ass looks in those shorts." His pace picks up, the slick, lewd sounds of his hand working his dick filling the line. "Fuck, I’d do anything to see you ride me, just once. Just to see what that look on your face is like when I’m deep inside you."
You bite your lip, your pulse kicking against your throat. "That’s disgusting. Using my voice to get your nut. You’re nasty."
He groans like you’ve just blessed him with a touch. "Yeah, I know. But you're all I think about... you’re the only thing that gets me this hard."
"That's nice, honey. But you really shouldn't think of me like that... you know we're just friends," you murmur, your own hand sliding down to rest heavy on your thigh, the silk of your shorts cool against your palm.
"Don’t say that." His tone cuts sharp now, all the nice playfulness you've come to love is gone. "I’m not your fucking friend. You call me every day. You tell me you love me. I told you from the start—I’m not your friend." His breath hitches, the wet sounds of his fist speeding up, becoming more frantic. "You let me talk to you like this. And you let me—You let me be in your life knowing how I feel about you."
Your acrylic nail drags slow across your bottom lip. "Maybe. But I can't give you what you want, and I do love you, but don't throw it in my face," you drawl, a cruel, satisfied smirk pulling at your mouth.
"It’s kinda sad. Stroking your dick to a girl you’ll never have. We'll never be together. I’ll never let you fuck me. All you get is your hand."
He chokes out a moan, his hips snapping up into his fist with a raw, mechanical rhythm. "Yeah? Then give me something else. Show me. Facetime me, ma. Please."
You hesitate, the heat pooling heavy and agonizing between your thighs. Then, you click over.
The screen flickers to life. His camera is shaking, his breath filling the dark room. Sweat beads at his temples, his face flushed a deep, beautiful bronze, his lips parted. You know that tremor in the camera—it’s the force of his fist moving fast.
"Thank you," he exhales, the word almost reverent as he takes in your appearance.
"Hi, baby. Let me see your face," you don't ask it like a question. You order it.
He obeys instantly. His face fills the screen, his jaw tight and corded, his sharp fade a bit messy from the heat and the friction.
"You look good," you compliment, but the little laugh that follows makes it sting.
"Keep talking." He’s close, you can hear the strain in his voice. "Don't stop."
"I want to see."
He blinks, his eyes glazed and dark. "What?"
"I'm not repeating myself."
He lets out a breathless, desperate laugh, knowing your patience is thin. "Take your shirt off then. Let me see what I'm working for."
You narrow your eyes at the audacity, but you reach down and tug the pajama top off anyway. Your lace bra catches the light, the fabric straining against the fullness of your breasts. You don’t cover yourself; he’s seen you in less, and you want him to see exactly what he’s missing.
"Fuck," he groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain. He flips the camera.
Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry. His dick is a complete mess—his fist is working tight and fast, the dark, veined length of him glistening with pre-cum. White streaks of cum are already dried tacky over his thighs from previous rounds, and his stomach is flexing with every pull. His abs are glistening, his skin slick with sweat. His thumb smears a fresh bead of precum over the flushed, velvet head until it gleams, dripping onto his knuckles.
You bite your lip hard, heat twisting through your belly, your shorts already sticking damp between your thighs.
His moan rips through the line, a guttural, animal sound.
You whisper his name, your voice low, trembling, and possessive. "... I really want you in my mouth."
His head snaps back against the pillow, a broken curse ripped from his lungs. "If I had you here? I’d fuck that throat till you cried. Till you gagged around me and begged for air. I’d hold your head and make you take every fucking inch."
You hum, a low, taunting vibration. "You’re not tough enough for that."
That pulls a dark, dangerous laugh from him. His hand works faster, the veins straining down his forearm. "Say that shit again. I’d hold your face down and shove my dick so deep you’ll feel me in your chest. I’ll make you swallow every drop."
Your thighs squeeze together, wetness soaking through the crotch of your shorts. "All talk. You’d fold the second it touched my tongue."
He groans, deep and pained. "God, you drive me fucking insane." His breath stutters, then—"Take your bra off for me. Now."
You tilt your head, slow and teasing. "You want a show?"
"Take it off." His voice is rough, a plea threaded with a hard command.
You hook your fingers into the lace, slipping it down your shoulders, letting it fall. Your breasts sit full and heavy in the camera’s glow, your nipples tight and peaked in the cool air.
He chokes on his own breath. "God, look at you. Perfect. Fucking perfect."
Your fingers lift, tugging lightly at one nipple, rolling it between your fingers. "Like this, baby?"
His hand drags hard down his dick, the slick sound of it filling your ears. "Yeah—play with them for me. Pinch ‘em. Roll ‘em." His eyes roll back for a second, his mouth slack. "Fuck—I wanna cum all over those tits. Paint you, watch it drip down your stomach. You’d look so good messy with my cum."
You coo, your voice dirty and soft. "Yeah, baby? You wanna ruin me like that? Wanna cover me ‘cause I’m yours?" You pinch harder, moaning low. "Mmh, I’d let you do it however you want."
His hips jerk up into his fist, his cock flushed dark, thick, and veined. The head is shiny with slick, and your eyes stay locked on it, transfixed by the weight of him in his palm.
You whisper, almost reverent. "I can’t stop watching your hands. They're so big and veiny. So strong. You're twitching in your grip—look at you, baby. All that for me."
He groans raggedly, his fist slapping wetly down the length of his shaft. "All for you. Always for you." His voice cracks, desperate. "Squeeze 'em, touch your tits harder. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples."
You squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple harder, tugging it until you gasp, your eyes locked on his fist pumping. The sound of it—wet, obscene, skin slapping skin—is the only thing in the world.
"Fuck," he grits out, his voice frayed. "I’d drag you down and smear every drop over you. I wanna fill you up."
You laugh softly, mean but sweet. "Yeah? You’d mark me up? Cover me so everybody knows this pussy’s yours? Even though you’ll never get to fuck it?"
He groans, almost breaking under the weight of the tease. "Stop—don’t say that. I’d fuck you stupid, ma. I’d split you open. Make you cry for me."
You hum, stroking your breast with slow, deliberate circles. "I bet you would. But right now? All you’ve got is your hand. And me watching."
His grip tightens, his strokes becoming rough and fast. His stomach flexes, his breath tearing ragged from his chest. You lean close to the screen, your voice low and syrup-thick.
"Cum for me, baby."
He moans, a high, guttural sound.
"Yeah," you coax, squeeze your breast, shifting them again, "make a mess for me. Let me see you shoot it all over yourself. Come on. Show me how much you want me."
"Fuck—" His hips stutter up into his fist. Precum spills slick down his shaft, his knuckles shiny and wet.
"Begging you, sweetheart," you whisper, cruel and filthy. "Paint yourself for me. Cover that stomach, those big hands—show me what I do to you."
He chokes, his eyes squeezing shut, his jaw locked tight as his body begins to coil for the release. "M’close—oh fuck, I’m gonna—"
"Do it," you purr, sharp and commanding. "Cum for me, baby. Now."
His whole body jerks. A shout rips from his throat, raw and primal, as thick, hot ropes of cum spill over his hand, his chest, dripping down his stomach in heavy white streaks. He pumps through the release, groaning brokenly, the cum splattering messy and hot across his skin.
You sigh, watching the way it looks against his skin, your voice turning sweet again. "That’s it. Good boy. Look at that dick, dripping for me. You made such a mess."
He’s panting, ruined, his hand still twitching around his softening length. "Fuck... fuck, I love you."
You tilt the camera, watching him still sprawled—sweat dripping, stomach streaked with cum, hand twitching.
"Mmh," you hum, soft and wicked, "look what you did, baby. Got me all wet."
His head snaps up, eyes heavy but blazing. "Show me."
You smirk, slipping your hand under the waistband of your shorts, dragging the damp fabric aside. Glossy, honey-thick strings pull as you spread yourself open, the phone angled just enough to flash him a glimpse of your soaking wet center. "See that? All for you."
He groans, his chest heaving. "Touch it for me. Play with yourself—please, ma."
Your laugh is low and cruel. "Not a chance. You already got your show."
His jaw tightens, his voice rough. "Don't play with me. You don't let me watch, I'll make you beg next time. I'll make you sorry."
You lean close to the screen, your smirk sharp and triumphant. "Try me. You don't scare me, baby. I said no."
His fist curls against his stomach, frustration pouring through the camera. "Then... at least—fuck—at least let me listen. Please. Let me hear it."
You bite your lip, dragging your fingers slow through your slickness, making yourself whimper. "You’re nasty."
"Yeah," he rasps, desperate. "For you. Only for you."
You sigh, soft and sweet, pressing two fingers against your clit until your hips twitch. "Fine. You can listen. But that’s it. Just your ears."
Your moans slip out, low and syrupy, filling the line. His breath shudders at the sound, ruined but hungry again. Your fingers circle your clit, the wet, squelching sounds of your own pleasure bleeding into the line. You bite your lip, letting a whimper slip, knowing he’s eating every sound alive.
"That’s it," he rasps, his voice still raw from cumming. "Rub that pretty pussy for me. God, I wanna be there so bad—wanna hold your thighs open and eat you till you’re crying."
Your head tips back, your breath shaky. "Mghn—You talk so nasty, baby."
"You don’t even know," he grits out. "I’d spread you out and pound that pussy till you scream. I’d fuck you till you smell like me. I'd never let you leave the bed."
A moan rips out of you, high and breathless. Your fingers circle faster, your hips rolling up off the bed as the tension coils.
"You like that?" he groans. "Knowing how bad I want you? Tell me you’ll give it up one day. Tell me I’ll get to fuck you for real."
Your laugh cuts sharp and shaky. "N-No, baby. You’ll never have me like that."
He curses, a guttural sound of frustration. "Fuck. You’re killing me, ma."
Your moans rise, sharper now, your body coiling tight. "Keep talking. Don't stop."
He obeys, his voice a low, gravelly anchor. "I’d hold your hips down. Spit in your mouth while I fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you go for hours."
That does it—your back arches, your thighs clenching tight as your orgasm rips through you. A sharp cry tears from your throat, your fingers working frantically over your clit as waves of pleasure slam through your body. You gasp his name, shuddering and trembling, your juices dripping messy against your hand.
He groans raggedly, listening to the sound of your break like it’s gospel. "That’s it—fuck, that’s it. Cum for me. Good girl. Good fucking girl."
You collapse back, chest heaving, sweat dampening your skin. You let out a low, satisfied hum. "Oh, shit... see what you did? You made me cum, handsome."
His breath hitches on the other end, broken and reverent. "...I’d do anything to see that."
Your breathing slows, your chest still rising and falling heavy. Your fingers slip from your soaked folds, leaving a wet sheen on your thighs. The line is quiet except for the sound of you both catching your breath.
He’s the first to break it, his voice ragged. "Man... I swear, one day—"
You cut him off with a sweet, dismissive little laugh, curling back into your pillow and pulling the covers up. "Shh. Don’t start again."
The silence stretches, thick and heavy with the things he wants to say. You can feel the ache in his voice, how close he is to spilling confessions you aren't ready to hear. So you give him something else. Something cruel, but honest.
"Thank you," you murmur, soft and sweet. Almost tender. "I love you so much, baby."
The phone goes quiet. You can picture him—eyes wide, lips parted, his heart clenching around those words. You know exactly what you’ve done to him.
You smile to yourself, curling the blanket over your bare chest. "Good night."
And you hang up before he can even find his voice to answer.
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tw: mdni, whiny + shy eren, grinding (i get so excited), riding, cum eating, reader is kinda a dom, nipple play, chocking, mentions of cervix touching, lots of talking, handjob, slight pain play, oral (masc. r), begging, pouting, spiting in mouth, midsize fic, and bad spelling !!
eren is a gentleman
soft spoken and very handsome everything that you could describe as your perfect man. you’re almost obsessed with him. you wanted him and you have him. he is so eternal, you don’t even think he realizes how his looks have you buffering. he hasn't done anything extreme at all you’ve had nights where you’ve got to know more about him but he still shys away from you
if only you knew the reason he was so quiet is because he thinks you’re too pretty. he almost panicked when he first meet you, can’t believe he got you to be his girlfriend
it doesn’t help his attraction to you when you walk out your bed room with your silk robe that barely covers anything, with nothing underneath. enticing him and you don’t even know it. your body on display asking him if he is ok ? is it too cold in here ? do you want the tv on or off ? am i asking too many questions ? tonight is his first time spending the night. your relationship now has reached a sleepover point.
personally you felt bad about him sleeping on your couch, you know it's not comfortable for him. you see him stretching out his back and hearing the popping noise while he listens to your many questions, but the noise makes you move on to another topic. "rennie you know you can always sleep in my bed ? i don't mind”
he couldn't even denying his tall frame wasn't made for your small couch. but his mouth says something else. “no, i can’t.” he shakes his head. "i don't want to make you uncomfortable" he is so gorgeous. face sculpted and those pretty green eyes with his silk like hair framing his face. you can’t stand to see someone like him in discomfort
"eren, just say yes i don't you in pain" your pleading with him. smiling when he doesn’t take much convincing giving you a small blush when he gets up to follow you to your bedroom. your so sweet, how can he say no?
-౨ৎ-
you’ve been sleep for a couple hours now. not even realizing you’re clinging to him in your sleep, your arms around his chest cuddling him tightly. eren can only look up at the ceiling hands clasped in the front of him. listening to your snores and feeling the warmth of your body on his
he feels perverted, he is so hard he is trying to think of anything but your soft body. thinking of blue skies and teddy bears, but nothings working. “shit” he whispers when he looks down to see your boobs spilling onto his arm. he should have kept his eyes froward, now he can feel himself starting to sweat from the arousal making his body hot.
he has to get away from you.
he doesn't want to do something he'll regret.
you’re making him lose his self control, he should have set boundaries and stayed in the living room. he tries to pull away from you but you grip onto his body harder. your leg coming to rest over his waist not helping with the physical touch that he doesn’t need right now. he tries again moving away from you slowly not to wake you up but this time you can feel him moving. cautiously your eyes open wondering why you can feel motion next to you.
your face creasing from your sleepiness and confusion, where is he going ? “ren, you ok ?” you speak out to him eyes adjusting when your vision settles it looks like he’s been running under water. your hand reaching to touch his forehead seeing he looks unwell. making you sit up to question him. “you’re burning up”
“what’s wrong are you sick ?, do you have a fever ?” he is so delicate to you, it just makes you worry. you reach to touch the warm skin of his neck to feel his temperature better, pulling your hand back when you hear him moan in pain. “im sorry” your touch is making it worse, his body so warm that he feels like he is in agony, his muscles are on fire
“it’s not that…” for some reason he decided to be honest. the sensual feeling frying his brain. he clears his throat “i’m just a little excited” voice cracking and you look at him confused. “you know down there” he tilts his head down he feels so awkward when your eyes widened
“ohhh” you try and play off your shock but you can’t. i mean he just a man, you look down eyes following his happy trail to see the tall tent in his pants. the covers slipping off of him, his chest bare you can see his skin is wet from sweating
“now i’m embarrassed” he whispered, red in the face, cheeks growing more rosy the more you look at him. his hands coming to cover his eyes in shame. “i-i-i’m so sorry, let me go back on the couch and i’ll stay out your way” he strutted out, he is so soft spoken and so cute how could you let him leave ?
“no no it’s ok, it’s natural ren. you’re ok i promise” you console him poor thing looks like he wants to cry. lightly touching the warm flesh of his arm. “eren ?” you call his name watching while he little by little uncovers his eyes to gaze into yours, “do you want me to help you ?”
his eyes widened so big and he thinks his heart just skipped a beat staring at your beauty while you ask him to help with his erection. is he in a dream ? his eyes peeking at your breast that are barely covered in your robe. he feels like his brain is going haywire. “b-b-but-t-” your finger dragging on his chest stopping his flow of words
“it’s ok if you do” you lean down closer to him. “do you ?” he is feels like he is shivering. you make him so nervous he is scared to speak again but he finds the courage too
using all the strength that he has to response to you. “yes” he is using a begging tone. the senses over his body taking over. making his eyes blown out like puppy dog eyes. “please”
“ok calm down baby” your touch his arm again, trying to calm him down he is too anxious. he needs to relax so it doesn't become too much for him to handle. you position your body to be sitting on your knees right next to his chest. having to fix your nightgown so you don't scare him away just yet "can i touch you ?" you come close to his face awaiting his answer.
seeing his hair stick to his forehead and he hasn't even moved an inch. all he has done is talked to you and he is sweating buckets. so much arousal crossing through his veins. he just nods his head not having anymore words to say. he doesn’t sleep with a shirt on leaving his chest bare you can see all the flexing his core is doing. ghosting your finger over his abs, touching each one to hear his little noises he makes. your lips turning into a small smile watching him. you just find him so cute. your fingers catching onto the waist band of his pajama pants
teasing him by moving your hand up near his chest touching his pectorals. his body excites you, so well sculpted. your hand sliding up his neck to touch his sharp jawline tracing your fingers to his plump lips seeing his eyes flutter.
you’re treating him so softly, so fragile. grazing his nose to slip your fingers into his hair. pushing the flyaways from his face. admiring how handsome he is. making random touch’s all over his face “so handsome” your whisper to him making him blush. he has to look away from to not be too embarrassed.
you lean your head down near his chest. your lips landed in the space where his two muscles meet. trailing kisses until you meet his nipple suctioning your lips and swiping your tongue across the hardened skin. eren balls his fist at the pleasure, leaning his head back when you switch to the other.
the tent in his pants getting even taller. he has never been this hard in his life. he’s always had some sort of control over his body. now his body is responding to you without his permission. he nearly jumps out his skin when your hand slides into his boxers. wrapping around the warm skin of his shaft. just to feel him, to hear those little grumbles he makes. you unlatch your mouth from around his nipple. kissing down his abs. tasting his sweat the more your lips touch his skin
distracting him so you can undress him. adjusting your hands to pull his pants down. your chin resting on his stomach watching when his length springs free nearly hitting you in the face. leaning back to gaze at his solid thickness rest on his stomach and bob up into the air. your head leaning to the side when he moves all by himself. “sorry i think i’m just nervous” he addresses the movements. you’ve never seen anything like that, how he can make his shaft just jump like that.
while you’re watching him you’re amazed, he really is handsome all over. your lips press into his pelvis. getting closer to what you really want. his pale complexion turning a light red color, the tip of him spurting uncontrollably. your fingers dancing on his skin. dancing them all on the veins as they pulse. tracing them to the flushed tip. he feels like his whole body is trembling reacting to your touch. toes curling when your nails lightly starch him.
he is sweating even more. you stroke him slowly “how do you feel baby ?” your lips are now close to his ear “eren talk to me” your thumb coming to his slit to collect premature cum that he is producing to help add some lubricant.
you’re airy voice makes his stomach pit “feels too good” the moans catching in his throat making him almost sound like he is hiccuping. he is so whiny and so pouty, you love it. love the high pitches that his voice hit. it does something to you, makes you body feel on fire. your lips coming to kiss on his neck you can feel his hot skin under your lips.
your hand squeezing him tighter, rolling up and down smoothly his pre helping you glide your hand smoother. your lips pecking from his the skin of his neck until you reach his face, kissing his flush cheek. he’s adorable. lips quivering, eyebrows creased, eyes low. watching the way your manicured hand moves up and down slowly.
throwing his head back when you add more pressure. “fuck” it feels like pins and needles are all over his body. your palm squeezing against his flushed tip “(୨୧), please” his back arching as his hips stutter. you position your head to spit on his length making your hand slide smoothly. you’ve built up a steady rhythm rolling your fist faster and faster. watching him wither and whine. it gets you as excited as he is. your body heating up under you’re robe. nipples hardening and your core tightening around nothing
as you’re watching him, he is watching you. at your arm moving swiftly. seeing you’re chest rise and fall. your pebble like nipples right against the silk material you have on. you’re pretty face concentrated on the task at hand. almost melting when your eyes burn into his. the eye contact he can’t handle. the pleasure he can’t take. his green eyes rolling back "i-im cumming, oh m-y-y god"
you move quickly to get him to his release. seeing the cum spurt out plentifully, coating your fingers. it’s so thick it’s like syrup. running down his shaft as he throws his head back mouth open spilling out the groans he has trap in his throat.
he is breathing hard, his arm now thrown over his eyes. basking in the pleasure. hissing when your hand finally lets him go. you’re smile watching him be like this. catching him off guard when your tongue trails to get all the cream he has wasted. his hands coming straight to your hair the whines even louder. cleaning him up as his eyes keep rolling back.
lips locking on his tip, tongue swiping in the slit collecting every drop. “babe please, too much” a popping sound made as you let him go. the taste making your mouth water. you climb in top of him, straddling him. robe cracked out so he can see your soft body. his eyes following your every move. your tongue coming to lick the remaining cum off your fingers. locking eyes making sure he is watching.
you want him to experience what you are experiencing. “open up rennie” your fingers coming to slide in his mouth, to let him taste it. taste all the cum he has shoot into your hand. taste his reward. his soft tongue wrapping around your fingers making sure to get it all the cum just to make you happy. he will do anything for you. slowly dragging your fingers out his warm mouth. smiling when you see them clean of anything “good boy”. the words, the praise, the encouragement makes him pull you in. his lips swallowing your own.
it’s slippery, sloppy, and non coordinated. eren so excited you have to rush to keep up with him. tongue running wild with yours. as you start to grind on him. no panties on so you can feel every ridge and veins. and he can feel all the wetness starting to coat him. his moans vibrating off your own. breathless as he pulls away. chest heaving “please fuck me” he whispers against your lips “please, please i need it baby”
he is desperate and needy to point he seems like he can’t control what is coming out of his mouth. hair sprawled out, he looks so pretty. it makes you grind down harder on him. “tell me how bad you need it ?” you can feel a smile threatening to appear on your lips as you tease him. it is like a game to you
“s-soo bad, so bad. need you right now” he is rushing to kiss you again. smothering you with the plushness of his own. it’s too much for him to take. all that height and muscle and he breaks down from you just teasing him. you like the submission it makes you give in to him. give in to his pouty tone. you can only resist him for so long.
you discard your silk robe, giving him a clear view of what he wants most. he can’t tear his eyes away from your moist folds. it’s drawing him in the more and more you move around. you hover over him lining his thickness to your plush lower lip. lowering your hips to take him deeply into your walls. your tightness swallowing him in a sticky mess that makes him grab your hips.
“b-b-baby” its all he can get out from his lips. the feeling is so intense he has to concentrate when you continue to sink down farther on him. his dick is so thick it’s stretching you to straight pleasure. it makes you dizzy when you hit the hilt. nails scratching his chest when you grind down on him steadily just to get use to the thickness of him
you’re biting your lip as his plush tip pushes against your gspot, and your clit getting stimulated from the friction against his pelvis. “your dick is so good, so good” it is already making you buffer and you haven’t even moved your hips yet. legs wobbling when you’re feet plant into the mattress. starting a slow pace, moving up and down as you roll your hips steadily.
you can’t resist his lips kissing him once more feeling your hands snake around his throat to have leverage as you continue to bounce on top of him. letting his groans vibrate through your body. pulling away to stare into his green eyes. hand coming to his cheeks making sure his mouth is open. your spit sliding into his mouth slowly watching when he swallows it swiftly. “you’re so nasty rennie” it’s comes out in a giggle. he’ll let you do anything and you know it “my pussy feel good ?”
he shakes his head quickly, hands shaking as they squeeze on your hips. feeling his adam’s apple bobble as he swallows hard. just trying to last as long as he can. he can’t even answer you. he has to focus on anything else but how you grip him tightly. “youre so pretty” he speaks against your lips looking in your eyes
it makes you move faster, your ass now smacking against his thighs. you want to see him break, walls choking him as you continue your rough riding. both hands coming to wrap around his throat. as you start a pace only you can take. his expression looking more and more dazed as you continue. not giving a chance to process what he is feeling. the way your so soft and squishy inside to the way your palms press into his adam’s apple. has his eyes rolling back, he can’t see straight, his breathy moans and groans can help but to leave his lips louder and louder. “uhh oh my fucking g-g ”
he also is affecting you greatly. thighs shaking as you try to ride him strong. toes curling as your moaning with him. his tall dick hitting so deep into you, your knees are buckling as you try and move up and down. hands letting his throat go when you feel his hips move on their own, thrusting hard up into you. the hard tip of him knocking slightly against your gushy cervix. sending pleasure like cramps towards your abdomen. causing you to lay on his chest letting him control your movements as he starts to move your hips up and down. “eren baby ” your walls tighten around more as your toes start to curl in. you feel the pit in your stomach deepening the more he thrust into you.
his feet now planted down in the sheets, it seems like he is trying to overwhelm you just like you had him. still trying to control him, but he has the power now, he has now gained it out of no where. you try to halt his movements. lifting your hips slightly, “slow down ren” you need him to show you mercy, you want to savor this feeling before you cum too quickly, you have been holding off on your release since your hand was wrapped around his pretty thickness. “i can’t take it, it’s too deep”
you are the one now breathless, whining, and pouting. your nails coming to dig into his chest. needing to grab onto something as he deep strokes again. now speeding up even more to hear your little noise at each thrust in and out. “ugh i’m sorry, im so sorry sweetheart. this the best pussy, best pussy ever” he is babbling. pressing up into you until to hilt. you can’t control as you shake on top of him leg quaking as he continues. while all erens brain is focused on one thing; as his pretty face scrunched up, eyebrows creasing together, his swollen bottom lip in between his teeth, calf’s tensing up as your plushness wraps so sweetly around him.
“cum with me rennie, i want your cum in me so bad” you make him look at you as you say it. now moving your hips with his meeting him as he thrust up. you can see his eyes roll as he goes completely still. you can’t even move your hips anymore stilling along with eren. breathing hard legs shaking because of how intense the feeling is. your vision blury as he starts a slow grind into you stimulating your clit on his pelvis. it’s sudden when your juices start leaking out of you onto his toned stomach.
“yes, yes, yes” it’s all that can come out and you sound just as pouty and whiny as him. clarity coming to you both slowly as you let him work his tongue in your mouth gently twisting together sloppily you don’t want to pull away you love the feeling, but he make you separate from him. watching you chase his pillow like lips. quickly praising you
pegging, pet names ( mommy, baby, darling), video taping, heavy degradation, black fem reader in mind but you can still read.
“Im setting it up baby, don’t worry.” You mumbled, as you situated the camera to an angle where the bed was in view.
He was spread out on the bed with nothing on, his large frame almost too big for your bed, “Can you even see me from there?”
Yes, your room was big but duh there’s a zoom in feature, “Godd, geez yes Steve, the viewers can see you,” You joked.
Steve had been talking your ear off about wanting to record your sex, to have it close to his heart, he claims. You know the real reason is to make it his personal porn.
It didn’t take much convincing anyway, you’re both very open with trying new things especially with each other.
“Come on babe, don’t joke Im scared.” He chuckled lowly, his hands growing tired from being restrained.
“You, my boy are far from scared. This whole thing drives your cock crazy.” You could see from the squint he provided you that he loved hearing that.
“Gonna be mommys good boy today?” He nodded slowly before your eyes collided, “Yes, promise.” You could see the small glances he’d make towards the camera.
Your freshly manicured nails glided against his thighs, causing a slight tremble. He was soo yours.
“Dont be scared baby, mommy is just gonna play.”
“That just scares me a little mommy.”
A giggle escaped you, “Im so nice, cmon I even tied you up with my soft ribbons.” Steve softened but you could still tell he was tense.
So you seated yourself on his lap, just before his cock letting it sit in between you two, “My pretty baby, looking so cute tied up for his mommy.”
“Stop it.” You could tell he wanted to cover his face, so cute.
“Aww look at you now, shh soo cute.”
“Please.” You inquired, “Begging now? Awe mommy just wants to look at you right now.” The way the sun danced across his skin made him look so edible, so worth breaking.
Your plump lips pressed against his neck, relishing in the deep breath he sucked in, “Fuck…” You loved biting all over him, your bites marking his entire body.
“Mm, please.” Your hands laced around his neck, finding peace in his hair, his fluffy thick hair. It was so fun to play with, twirling and tugging softly.
Lipstick left the prettiest stains, coating his entire neck. “Hah, done now?” He mumbled with a grin, an almost drunken expression to his face.
Although you two did finish two bottles of wine together. It was spontaneous, and you wanted loosen him up just a bit before recording.
“Mmm I don’t know bunny, just a few more,” The kisses crept up toward his cheek before you pressed your soft lips together, you both deeply exhaled, your lips moving in sync with each other.
It was so soft and romantic, two people as one.
Steve was growing impatient, just please touch him the way he needed, “Mommy, please, pleasee?”
“Awe you ask so nicely and sweet baby.”
"You want more?" He nodded before he could even process it, his cock slightly twitching for you, "Words."
"Yes, fuck darling. Please." You slightly tilted your head to the side, your hair falling in your face, "You know what mommy has planned?"
Steve shook his head, his face didn't have much worries, flushed and waiting for your touch.
Your hands smoothed over his skin, relishing in the way he sucked in a deep breath, his legs trembling.
"Legs up." You mumbled carelessly, your eyes trailing towards the nightstand beside your bed. He listened without question, such a cute boy.
While getting the lube you could just see how desperate he was, squeezing his legs together to try and stop the pulsating poor Steve was feeling.
"You look so sexy baby, such a good boy for me aren't you?" Your voice was low and soft, his heart racing.
"J-Just touch me mommy, fuck please don't drag it out." He whined, trying to get out the restraints.
The lube was cold, and you didn't care, Steve would take it however.
You squeezed a generous amount on your finger, pressing it against his tight hole, you could feel the way he tensed up at the contact, a low moan escaping him.
Fuckk, in please." Steve murmured, biting down harshly on his bottom lip, "Such a pretty baby." You whispered before pushing in, your lips twitching up in satisfaction.
"Mmm, fuck mommy, pplease." You shushed him, pushing in your index finger to follow, your baby could take it.
"Mmpf, hah mommy, just wait. Please?" He moaned, the feeling of fulness being too much for him. Your fingers danced inside him, giggling softly at the way he let out breathless moans.
His cock is so hard, and you just know the angles are perfect for your baby.
"Keep going please, don't stop." He babbles, hair lightly covering his eyes.
You moved up slightly to press kisses along his jaw, moaning quietly at the sounds he drew out.
Your fingers started to move, thrusting into him harshly. You loved giving him deep hard strokes, he was such a slut for that.
"Shit shit shit, f-fuck more." He whined, gasping loudly when you bit down on his sweet spot.
His legs were trembling, taking your fingers so perfectly. "Feels so good doesn't it baby? Such a little slut huh?" He nodded as you spoke, the intrusion giving him such good pleasure, "Yes! Just for you mommy, s'goood, fuck me."
"Mm not yet baby, wanna see you be a little whore just for a while longer." Steve moaned out, he loved when you got all rough with him.
He was so big and strong, nobody ever tried him but you.
"You're such a slut for the cam baby, didn't know you were a cam slut."
"Please, please keep t-talking to me like a dumb slut. Fuck you're so hot mommy." Your fingers were relentless, you could hear how wet they were when you thrusted into him. You wondered if the camera could pick that up.
When you took your fingers out he let out a sob, his body so hot to the touch, "You wanna get fucked?"
"Mm yes, fuck yes."
The strap was a hot pink, 7 inches. He'd never taken it before as you had just gotten it for this occasion. He frowned looking at the size, "You're joking, right?" He let out a chuckle, his pearly whites showing.
"Nope, youre taking it." He was your little play thing, he was going to obey.
He was silent all throughout you lubing up your cock, his face looked so eager.
"Don't act like you aren't begging to be fucked baby, you'll be a good boy." His cock jumped, although he acted like it didn't phase him.
"And you're sure it'll fit?" You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, then his pouty lips, "Mhm!"
After you had harnessed it to yourself you positioned yourself against him, the tip pressing against his loosened up hole.
It looked a little funny, you being harnessed in your little denim shorts but it was for a purpose.
You did a peace sign to the camera, laughing softly when he threw his head back with a grin.
When you pressed into him, pushing softly you loved the way he arched his back towards you, scratching down his stomach with your fresh manicure.
His brain feels so fuzzy, he felt so full and it wasn't even in all the way.
"Please it feels so good, fuck deeper mommy, deeper." You were more than halfway when he started to whine that it was too much.
"Awe too bad baby, this what the viewers want." His head jerked up towards you at the mention of viewers but all it did was turn him on even more. Lube was dripping from his hole and he felt so slutty.
"Sooo goood, fuck its so much, please. Fuck, stop mommy."
"No, you can take it baby, mommy knows you can."
The last portion drew out a pornographic moan from Steve, his thoughts about people hearing him long gone.
Your thrusts started slow, but became more calculated as you went on, hitting his prostate dead on.
"Fuck! So b-big, p-please fuck, oh my god." He was getting stretched out, it wasdefinitely the biggest he had taken.
"You like getting fucked like a cheap whore?"
"Mhm! Yes mommy fuck I r-really do, please!" Your hands settled on his thighs to scratch and pinch, loving how fucked out your pretty boy looked. One of your hands fell lower to stroke at his weeping cock.
It was dripping precum all over, dripping down your hands as you stroked him at a fast pace, "No, no, fuck! Fuck its too much mommy, slow d-down pleasee."
You didn't stop, the sound of you pounding him and his moans the only thing you could hear along your room walls.
"God you sound like such a whore, what if someone hears you huh? Gonna think about how Steve is such a filthly slut I bet."
"Mmmfuck fuck, nghh. Please." Tears were streaming down his face, he was such a fucked out slut for you.
Your hips didn't stop, not even when he was begging you to slow down.
"Please! D-Darling, mmgod! Im gonna cum, im gonna cum!" You switched to stroking just his tip, the deep groan escaping him being music to your ears.
He was thrashing against his restraints, whimpering and whining about being your good boy.
"Please can I cum! M-Mommy please let me."
"Doesn't mean Im stopping." You mumble, his high whine being your answer, "Im cumming! Fuck, please slow d-down mommyy."
His mouth formed into an o shape as his body shook slightly, he was so hot every time he came for you. He panted out, white hot ropes dripping down his toned stomach.
He didn't stop shaking as you fucked him through it, his hole sucking you in so sweetly.
"No more, no more please." He mumbled as you stopped thrusting into him, but you began again, his moans picking up as he felt you press down more onto his prostate.
"Mmplease, p-please, fuck! Its too much m-mommy!"
"Mommy doesn't care."
His cock twitched against his tummy and you brought it inyour hand again, his thighs kept trying to press inwards on you and you just kept spreading them back, he wasn't being very good.
"Be a good fucking boy or I swear you're cumming again." You mumbled. His moans increased, but his thighs stayed open for you.
They twitched against you, and your thrusts slowed, "Feels s'good, shit you're killing me." He whimpered out, pouting.
You were slow with it, your thrusts calculated to hitting that exact spot inside him that had him quivering and begging for more.
"Nnggh, please, pleasee."
"Feels too good huh? Mommy doesn't wanna stop though. I think I like you like this too much baby. Say hi to the camera, let them know you're still alive."
Its like he finally remembered the camera being on because he started acting shy, leading you to keep thrusting into him until he obeyed.
"It's soo big, shit please, Im shaking." He really was shaking, still twitching and trembling from his last orgasm.
"Come gimme one more." Is all you said before you started fucking him exactly like before, rough and harsh.
"I wanna do something." You muttered before slowly pulling out, you had Steve thinking you were done with him. He got so tired after cumming.
"Mmm fuck, there's no way all that was inside." You stood up going to where the camera was placed and grabbed it, you were going to get all the angles right.
"So this is my test subject, he's pretty sprung out right now, but he's holding on." You made sure to get his face all in it, his cute face. Along with his cock and his hole that was leaking lube.
"Please, its embarrassing mommy."
"Youre my little whore, so shut up and do what mommy asks." Baby got back into position, his eyes trailing over your cleavage, he hated when you wore bras.
This time with the camera it proved a bit more difficult, but you're a fast learner. It slipped in easier this time, your baby all stretched out for his fucking.
"Mmmfuck mommy that's so good." he sighed out, and you giggled.
You could really showcase his expressions this time and oh my fuck, the way his eyes rolled back when you pressed against that spot, along with him squeezing his hands into fists and whimpering loudly.
"Uhnmm please, go faster." He whispered, his bottom lip all bitten and played with.
"Uhh!.. Ohhh fuck mm yes please. Fuck me harder fuck please mommy." Steve moaned out, your thrusts getting harder and harder by the second. It felt soo good inside him, his hole was twitching around you, going crazy for more.
"D-Do I look good?" He murmured before letting out a soft moan, "You look so sexy baby, my little slut."
"Fuck, am I?" You nodded slowly, "Please say it again, Im gonna fucking cum for you m-mommy, fuck."
You deepened your thrusts, showcasing how easy it was to thrust into him with the camera, your eyes watching him through the screen.
"God you're such a filthy fucking slut for mommy, Im never gonna get enough of you."
Pleaseee! More, more. Shit you're fucking me so goood mommy."
"Mommy's fucking you sooo good, you're gonna be begging me to use you all the time baby."
"I need it, need it so bad holy fuck, Im cumming mommy, can I pleaseee?"
You nodded, he was sprung out already, he would sleep so good after this.
You made sure to hit directly where he needed it, loving how his thighs tightened around you before spurting out his cum. He shook against you, moaning loudly. You couldn't even pull out with how tight his grip was.
"You're not done yet baby." You whispered before picking up his cum with your fingers and shoving them down his open mouth, he gagged slightly before licking up all of his mess.
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okay so something quick i wrote with blackfem!reader x higuruma from his pov. you guys are in the middle of summer in a room with no ac!
smut so MDNI! sorry it’s kinda a cliffhanger.
it was too hot for the way she was looking at me. her seductive eyes called to me as her mouth created a slight mug. i could tell the heat was irritating her.
she straightened out her thick twists with her manicured fingers, trying to resist the mugginess they caused her.
i was just so in awe with her, watching each move she made and breath she took so attentively. even in her discomfort, she was still beautiful.
as the moonlight creeps in from the bedroom window, my eyes traced down to her breasts that were smushed into the mattress. she figured taking her top off would cool her down.
she had nothing but a pair of panties on. she laid on her stomach, face buried in her palms exhausted from the heat. i hated when she’d cover her adoring features.
my hand crept to her wrist, and i pulled the hand away from her face. she looked at me in my eyes, waiting for a response. the only one i had was a kiss on her sweet lips.
my breath hitched as our lips made contact. i've gotten so used to kissing her, but my heart flutters every time like it's our first.
the passion of the kiss grew, and in a heated moment, i flipped her on her back and trailed my lips down her neck. in response she let out a throaty moan.
"hiromi-" she moaned. "hm?" i hummed.
"it's too hot for this." she let out breathlessly. i knew the heat was killing her, but we were both so out of it.
"no, it's alright. let me treat you." i replied.
my lips kiss their way to her right breast. i lick a faint line across her nipple and she began to shudder. her sounds began to amplify as i move my tongue between both of her hardening peaks.
i began to delve my hand into her panties, and was immediately met with her sweet, slick bud. she rolled her hips giving me better access to her sweet spot, inviting me in to touch her.
"oh hiro," she croaked. "keep going... like that."
her head began to shift to the left, avoiding my gaze. i grabbed her chin with my free hand to force eye contact. "look at me when i'm touching you, my love."
she mewled at my words, but she maintained eye contact. soft moans continue to escape her lips. i caught the right moment where her lips parted, and i kissed her hard. my lips yearned for hers up against them. her hips still bucking up against my fingers, begging for them to explore her cunt more. i was enveloped in pride knowing i could make her feel like this; that in a moment of discomfort, i was making her feel this good.
"please don't stop, ever." she begged.
"i could get lost in you." i replied as i continued to maneuver my hand in her panties.
"oh my god... so good."
"mhm, that's me right there baby."
she let out a long moan that sounded like there was a sigh weaved within it. i could tell that little line really got her.
"oh god, hiromi. i'm close."
"go ahead, let it out" i demanded.
"you know how to talk to me, my god" she moaned.
the both of us shared a small laugh and she kept rolling her hips forward. i could tell she was close when she started to grip my forearm. her flesh fused with mine as she began to chase her high.
"oh my god!" she croaked.
her hips continued buck as she rode out her orgasm. slick baby hairs began to stick to her forehead even more as he came down from her high. i grunted as my erection grazed her thigh, it turned me on so much to see her enjoy herself like this.
"t-thank you, hiro” she exhaled deeply “that was so good.”
"you're so beautiful. i am so in love with you” i confessed.
my hips slightly pinned her waist down as i kissed her hard once more. our lips danced in a space that once existed. my hands gently caressed her hair as we let the heat melt us together. she began to palm me through my boxers, her hands gliding on top of my hard-on.
eventually she pulled my cock out from the waistband of my briefs, using her thumb to coat my tip with the slick bead of pre-cum. i groaned deeply as her hands started at the base of my cock and pumped me up and down.
she tears away from our kiss. “you know i have to return the favor…” she whispered. “it’s only fair, and i know how you like fair, mr. lawyer.” her mouth instantly collided with mine again.
i could feel my cock twitch at her words. though i know they aren’t seductive in their nature, she makes everything so sexy because of how infatuating she is.
“you know how to talk to me, my love” i choked up, poking fun at her response from earlier.
she let out a small chuckle using her spare hand to cover her face out of a slight embarrassment.
her eyes find mine again, “let me treat you, baby.” she said as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, hand still jerking me right above the sheets.
sweat started to build right beneath my abdomen, and i stared at her glistening body against the moonlight. and as gorgeous as she looked, i am then reminded that it’s time for me to fix the air conditioning.
although i could use more nights like that.
okayyy, thanks for reading. sorry this post is a mess. i hope you enjoyed nonetheless!
A/N: hey beautiful people!! This is my first EVER published work!! ^.^ I worked so very hard on this and if I see interest is peaked I will finish this story. Please do not hesitate to give me criticism, I am very new to writing and very willing to learn. I am also not opposed to going back and editing this chapter. With all that being said, please enjoy!!
“Holy shit, that was so hard” you huffed as you laid on your dorm floor as the last of your luggage sits next to you, taunting you like an impossible task. “You shouldn’t have brought your whole life with you” your new roommate Trinity quipped as she sat on her bed. Only a couple nights in and you two were already thick as thieves. The rest of your stuff was dropped just now, courtesy of your parents. Now it was you, trinity, some speakers and some clothes that needed to be organized. You climbed up on your bed, already procrastinating the inevitable workload ahead, opening your phone to scroll mindlessly while Trinity yaps about some boy from orientation. You get a DM from a frat boy you had given your instagram to during orientation, a flyer for some party that's happening tonight, “hey gorgeous, hope to see you there tonight” the guy wrote.
“Hey trinity, you up for a frat party?”, you ask, feigning disinterest. Her head snaps up, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store, “uhm hell yeah” she replies, sliding off her bed to meet you at your side of the room. “Some frat bro invited me tonight, I think he thinks he’s gonna get some” you say, rolling your eyes. Trinity laughs, settling down next to you to grab your phone and look at the flyer.
“Hmm, the Delta Phi Neon night. ‘Freshman girls get in free’. Classy.” She scoffs
“I mean, at least we don’t have to pay right?” you retorted as you got up from your bed, stretching your limbs from minutes of limited movement. Trinity, sensing your next move, got up as well to head over to her speaker and set the mood. A few moments pass before PARTYNEXTDOOR’s sensual voice fills your shared space, singing about women and sex. You both open your suitcases, looking for things to wear.
Your eyes settle on a tiny top you packed, something you wouldn’t have dared to wear before coming to university. A baby tee that hugged your breasts perfectly, words spread across reading “big heart, bigger boobs”, a silly joke that you and your mom found humorous. You picked that baby tee, a small black skirt that showed off your thighs, and some jordans to complete your look.
A makeup look, a hair refresh and a couple of shots later you and Trinity head out the door, getting the address from the flyer and money for the uber from your frat boy admirer. Conversation flows between the both of you, liquid courage giving you an ego boost. Trinity’s pink tank top and denim skirt combo complemented your darker look, the both of you manifesting as a hotter, pinker yin and yang. You packed yourself in the uber and took the 10 minute drive to the frat house, chatting with each other and the uber driver on your way there.
The arrival was cinematic, the loud music filling your ears as you stepped out of the car. All around the house stood college kids, some moving like second nature and others looking like they might be sick. Everybody seemed to have glow sticks, courtesy of the cute guy you spotted at the door giving everyone glow sticks as they entered. You turn to your blonde friend, who seemed absolutely enamored by the situation. Immediately she grabs your hand and walks up the stairs of the large house, passing a sea of kids who are throwing up, arguing, taking shots and making out. You both walk up to the kid giving glow sticks, who Trinity flirts with before heading inside where the noise doubles in volume and your vision is obscured. The dark house is filled with neon lights and there are bodies packed everywhere. A Migos track pierces your ears as people around you bump and grind like no one's watching.
You are greeted by a tall Asian boy with long, black hair. His gold irises shock you, tempting you to ask if they are contacts. “What's up ladies? You freshman?” he smirks, eyeing up your pink friend. A ‘hello my name is’ sticker adorns his chest, a neatly written ‘Suguru Geto’ sat underneath. Your friend twirls her hair in her fingers, “yeah, we just moved in a couple days ago” she giggles, already taken with the tall boy. You smile knowingly, telling her that you were going to get them drinks. She nods, barely acknowledging your departure. You head over to the presumed kitchen, suddenly very aware of your clothing or lack of. Stares from much older looking boys and their very blonde girlfriends leave your skin cold. You finally realize how out of place you look at a place like this, with your much darker skin and your bright red hair, courtesy of hair dye and weave. You walk over to the red solo cups and mysterious punch when you get interrupted by a snarky voice. “Yo! Red-Head!” You instinctively turn your head to see a group of boys, the one who called you out standing out the most. A tall, white haired boy gestured for you to come over, sunglasses adorning his slim face. You walk over, the blush of nervousness being masked by the sheer darkness of your surroundings. “ I like your hair. Whats your name sweetheart?” the white haired boy asks, a small smirk creeping up on his face. You smile, “Y/N, Y/N L/N” you say sheepishly. “Saturo, Saturo Gojo” he says, finally removing his glasses. The shock on your face made him chuckle. Bright blue eyes that almost glowed in the dark sat on his face, some of the brightest you’ve ever seen. He laughs, grabbing a cup and filling it with punch. He hands it over and you accept graciously. You make conversation with the men, inquiring about his eyes, the school, their majors, etc. You become acquainted with Satoru, a blonde boy named Kento, a cute brunette named Haibara, and a standoffish stoner nicknamed Choso. After a couple minutes of conversation your friend Trinity comes over with the first boy you met, Suguru. You all spend some more time together, drinks and joints flowing (courtesy of choso).
A mix of jungle juice and kush has you needing to use the bathroom. Satoru, who is quickly becoming a good acquaintance of yours, instructs you to use the bathroom in his room since the bathroom was always occupied. You travel upstairs, moving past horny college kids. You forget which room Satoru said is his.Satoru’s confusing instructions lead you to a room with the name ‘Fushiguro’ plastered on the front. Of course in your state, you don’t see that and enter the open room. The room smells of cigarette smoke and cologne. A tall figure sits at the window, phone in one hand and cigarette in the other. The sudden rush of noise catches his attention, turning around with a scowl. Obviously, your state allows you to skip over the dark figure and instead has you looking for a lightswitch. “C’mon, stupid dark frat house” you slur slightly. His scowl turns to smirk, as your drunken state makes your struggle adorable to him. He doesn’t miss the curves of your body either, the way your small pleated skirt covers just enough to make you tempting. Your colored hair made you exotic looking to him, matching perfectly with your light brown skin. You were obviously new, as he would have never missed someone like you. “You lost, ma?” a deep, grumbly voice said behind you. You immediately realize the situation, a deep embarrassed blush crept onto your face. You turn around, and your eyes can't help but widen a smidge. A god of a man stood in front of you, leaning lazily by his window. Denim jorts sat temptingly low on his hips, white wife beater pulled up a little letting you see his happy trail, and a scar on his lip you wanted to lick. “H-Hi” you said nervously, fiddling with your skirt. Unbeknownst to you, this gave him a a better view of your thighs, immediately making him wonder what you look like if he was between them.
“S-Sorry, Satoru told me I could use his bathroom. Must have made a wrong turn”
He smirks, flicking his cigarette out the window “nah its cool, no trouble. Go ahead, use mine” he said nonchalantly.
“A-Are you sure? Its no trouble to find his room” you replied.
“Trust me, I don’t bite. If you’re not comfortable or something I’ll leave. Plus, you’re drunk. Not smart to be wandering out there alone” He stated rather matter-a-factly.
“Ok, if its cool with you” you say, walking towards his bathroom, graciously guided by his subtle nod towards a door on his left. You knew the dangers of using a random bathroom, but this did seem safer than wandering around the party. You lock the door behind you and switch the light on, surprised by the cleanliness of the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, dim bathroom light catching in your eyes. You use the bathroom and take a couple pictures in the mirror, your drunken state giving you an unprecedented level of confidence when you're alone. The door clicks as you open it up, still very aware of the sexy specimen that let you use his bathroom. “I though you fell in” he jests, fixing something on his bed. “Heh, sorry. Your bathroom’s really nice” you said, awkwardly looking around. “I-I’m Y/N” you said to fill the silence, hoping he couldn’t hear the tremble in your voice. “Toji Fushiguro” he lights a cigarette while checking his phone. “Lets get you back to your friends, yeah?” he smirks, clearly amused by how frazzled you were. He walks over to the door and opens it, gesturing for you to go through. You walk back out into the hallway, party still vibrant and loud. You see trinity at the end of the hallway, seemingly searching for you. You couldn’t have been gone for that long, right?
“Y/N!” she calls, looking relieved to see you alive. She runs over, slightly uncoordinated, “where the hell have you been!” she slurs, obviously way more intoxicated than you. “Sorry, I walked into the wrong room. Toji let me use his bathroom though”. Your friend seems confused until she looks behind you, neck craning up dramatically.
“Oh wow.” she deadpans
He chuckles, deep and rumbly. “Toji! Babe!” a voice yells from down the hallway. All three of you direct your attention towards the noise, being met with an unexpected sight. A mature looking brunette girl walks down the hallway, perched atop what seemed to be christian louboutin pumps. The greek letters “AXO” adorned her small tanktop, and her white pleated skirt seemed to sway with her hips as she walked. With one last look at you, Toji walks past to meet her, reaching out to grab her waist. You and Trinity stood dumbfounded as she grabbed his face and placed a fat kiss on his lips, his hands wandering dangerously up her skirt to grab her ass. Damn, what the hell? This sexy guy lets you use his bathroom and is practically salivating at your body, then he grabs up on this sorority barbie? Sure, you just met this man, but you saw the way he looked at you. “Uhm hi..?” the girl said to you and your friend, obviously clocking how you both started at them. Your ill tempered roommate rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and dragging you back downstairs to the party.
“What a fucking bitch” she says to you as you both find your way back to the kitchen.
“I mean we were staring pretty hard” you reply sheepishly
“We can stare wherever we want, especially if her boyfriend is groping her in front of us.” She moves through crowds of people. Ariana Grande seemed to speak to you as she blared through the speakers. “Break up with your girlfriend, yeah yeah cause I'm bored. You can hit it in the morning, yeah yeah, like its yours”
“C’mon, let's dance” you grabbed your friend's arms, twirling her. She laughs as you two assimilate with the dozens of other drunk, dancing teens. Minutes pass like seconds as you two bump n’ grind like nobodies watching. What you couldn't see was a certain 6 foot frat boy staring down at you from the second story of the house, girlfriend next to him chatting with her sorority friends. Toji fushiguro had a huge problem the second you walked into his bedroom. Your red curls bounced with the music, perfectly framing your swaying hips. He couldn’t stop looking at you, your timid nature sharply contrasting what he was seeing now. No one at the Delta Phi neon night realized the war that was brewing because what Toji couldn’t see was his girlfriend glaring at him. Glaring at you.
‘Then I realize she's right there, And I'm at home like “Damn, this aint fair!’
END OF CHAPTER 1
A/N: AHHH I'm so nervous to be sharing this, but I love Toji and I love all the college AUs! let me know what you think, any interaction is greatly appreciated :3.
Graphics: @andromeda-graphics
Please do not feed my work into AI (ew), translations welcome with permission from me. stay hydrated and touch grass.
you and Toji was at your house watching a horror movie that just came out, you was clinging onto him cause you was scared meanwhile Toji was acting like this movie wasn't even scary "It's not even that scary.." Toji said like an asshole, knowing damn well you probably will be awake for days
you rolled you eyes and then a jumpscare appears, you jump cause you got scared but you realized you wasn't the only one that jump you look up and you se Toji looking scared as fuck too "What happened to it wasn't scary?" you said while rolling your eyes
