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𓏲 𓄲 hands on anatomy w/ fratboys!satosugu ˖👙 ࣪ ꪆ

the problem isn’t the material.

the problem is the fact that you’re tutoring both suguru and satoru. double the trouble, double the headache, the problem was clearly the two frat boy’s sitting on either side of you.

you were only a hour into this study session, and it felt like a total waste of your time. you look to your right, which was satoru, he hasn’t even looked at his textbook since you came, he was scrolling through his phone like you were a background ad.

on your left you had suguru, he was actually paying attention. key word: was, that was until satoru started his yapping, suguru’s attention started drifting— you felt his eyes lingered second to long on that polka dotted top you wore.

“are you guys even listening?” you questioned, flipping a page to have something to distract yourself.

you were already cautious when they asked for you to tutor them. “yeah, you said something about exponents?” gojo chirped up, in a uninterested manner just scrolling on his phone.

“we’re learning about human anatomy.” you reminded. suguru chuckled a bit, snatching the phone out of satoru’s hand and throwing it somewhere across the room.

“hey! I was using that!” he barked out, but ending up with suguru slapping the back of his head. “shut up satoru, we’re wasting her time.” suguru purrs softly.

satoru leaned back in his chair with that infuriating grin of his, blue eyes glistening with nothing but mischief. “I don’t think im getting it,” he says lowly, getting shifting his chair closer to you.

“maybe I need something a little more.. hands on, don’t you agree suguru?” he grinned.

suguru’s eyes flickered towards him, then to you. a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. you could’ve sworn that the energy in the room shifted.

before you could even open your mouth satoru was already leaning closer, invading your space, his grin got wider, but it felt different? there was something darker in his expression.

“he’s finally paying attention,” you heard suguru’s voice— breaking you out of your train of thought, feeling a warm hand find your waist— fingers spreading your side teasingly. “would be rude not to help him, hm?”

the heat rising to your face only made satoru’s grin wider, his fingers tilted your chin upwards, forcing your gaze to meet those bright blue eyes.

“there you go,” he coo’s teasingly. “good girl.”

. . .

“such a prett— fuck! such a pretty throat you have.” satoru groaned out, fingers fisting your hair as he fucks your mouth deeper. saliva drips down your chin, your gags muffled around his length.

but the way suguru kneels behind you, fingers plunging into your slick cunt in rhythm, making it all blur into bliss.

he curls them just right, hitting that spot that has you moaning right onto satoru’s cock. vibrations pulling out a curse from him.

suguru leans in, breath hot on your ear. “that’s it—take him just the good tutor you are.” you whimper at his words. his free hand pinches your nipple, twisting it until you arch onto his fingers.

satoru’s pace quickened, balls slapping your chin— until he stills with a guttural moan, spilling his hot cum down your throat. you swallow all of it, without hesitation.

you whine at the emptiness of suguru pulling his fingers out of you, bringing his slick digits to his lips and sucking them clean. “oh sweet girl, you think that’s all you get?”

he steps back just to enough to free his hardened cock from his sweats. the thick length springing out heavy and veined, already leaking pre-cum from the tip.

satoru pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop! strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his throbbing shaft. he strokes himself lazily as watches suguru line himself up.

your eyes widened as you looked at his dick, and then back to his, “that’s not gonna fit.” you hitched out.

suguru hum’s at your words, “we’ll see.” and without warning he thrusts inside of you. stretching your cunt wide with one brutal slide, bottoming out until his hips grinds against yours.

the fullness is overwhelming, tears falling down your face. your walls fluttering around him as suguru starts a punishing rhythm, each snap of his hips diving deeper.

you weren’t a fool to think that satoru was done from a blowjob, right?

wrong!

“got room for one more?” he asks cockily, though— its not really a question. “the more the— god — more the better.” suguru fucks out.

you were already cockdrunk just from suguru alone, but adding satoru in the mix? god bless.

you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your entrance, right aside sugurus. “big stretch, okay?” the pressure building right as he pushes in.

“ohmygod!” you let out. it burns at first, the stretch? impossible, two thick cocks forcing their way into your pussy together. suguru stills inside of you, holding your hips steady, while satoru inches forward.

the slick from your arousal and his spit ease the way. “breathe sweetgirl.” suguru coo’s one hand sliding up to your nipple, pinching it to make you arch into the two of them further.

satoru sink’s into you, well..what could fit inside of you. the friction of both of them inside of you rubbing against each other through your thin walls sending multiple waves of shocks of pleasure-pain ripping through you.

you cry out, the sound raw and broken, as they both find a rhythm. suguru pulling back, as satoru thrusts forward, then switching. their cocks dragging along your insides in tandem.

the obscene squelch of your stroked folds fills the room, mixed with their gunts, and satoru occasional whimpers filled the room.

“shit— she’s tight like thi— fuck! she’s tight like this.” satoru whimpers out, his fingers digging bruising into your hips as he slams deeper inside of you. his tip kissing your cerfix right along with suguru’s

suguru’s hand snakes around to run furious circles on your clit, the added stimulation making your vision blur. “it’s too m-much! fuck!”

you’re trapped between them, body rocking with each dual plunge, your juices dripping down your thighs as they fuck you relentlessly.

your orgasm crashes over you without mercy, pussy spasming around both cocks, milking them in waves that have satoru cursing and suguru’s thrusts turning erratic. they don’t stop, pounding through your climax, until suguru spills first, hot cum flooding your deepths.

satoru follows seconds later, his release mixing with suguru’s, the overflow leaking aroujd their joined shafts as they grind against you, drawing out every shudder.

panting, they stay lodged inside, cocks twitching with aftershocks. “good girl,” satoru praises, kissing your shoulder. “took us both so well.”

“that was… that was alot.” you panted out, pushing your glasses up on your face like they both didn’t just obliterate your insides.

“think you can give us another lesson? i don’t think we covered it all.” suguru purrs out.

𓏲 𓄲 fratboy!kuna & his girlfriend fear of birds! ˖👙 ࣪ ꪆ

he thought you were kidding at first.

you? scared? of birds?

but after watching you squeal out his name— again— he started to think… maybe this wasn’t a joke.

the two of you were out on a date, nothing special— just some place near campus, loud enough to be annoying, but not enough to make you leave.

you were busy rambling on about something, probably something about getting new clothes. until you suddenly went quiet.

not quiet.

just tense.

“what?” he mutters. brows knitting as he followed your line of sight. a couple of feet away, pecking at the ground like it owned the place. a pigeon.

he gives you a side glance, a annoyed eyebrow raised. “you’re joking.” you don’t answer, not even a usual smart comeback you would give him.

you don’t even look at him, your eyes stay locked on the pigeon like it might suddenly lung at you if you breathe wrong. you both stand in quietness for thirty seconds, until sukuna breaks the silence.

“hey.” his voice dips, a little more serious this time, “that’s what got you acting like this?” he questions. the pigeon flutters its wings, too loud and too sudden.

you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a flinching, letting out a squeal, and grabbing onto him without thinking, fingers curling into his white wife beater like he was something soild to hide behind.

and yeah.

that does it.

“… you’re actually scared.” not teasing, not laughing. just realization kicking in. the pigeon hop’s closer again, “yeah, no.”

he clicks his tongue, stepping just enough to put himself between you and the bird. “back off.” the bird startles, flapping away with a annoyed coo.

silence.

“you good?” he doesn’t looks at you when he says it, he doesn’t move away either. “im perfectly fine.” you mumbled out.

“oh yeah? let’s ask that bird.” he replies jokingly, which ended with him getting slapped in his back.

. . .

the walk back to campus was normal, you again, were rambling about a class that you both had— just yapping! everything you’ve been saying has been going through one ear and out the other, until you cut yourself off, again.

mid-sentence, again!

he doesn’t even bother looking this time, just sighs deeply. “where is it?”

you follow his gaze this time, confused for a second before pointing at it, a couple of yards ahead. right on the sidewalk. another pigeon.

“kuna.” your voice drops instantly. he clicks his tongue, “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

the bird doesn’t even bother moving, just stands there like a landlord waiting for past-due rent.

you slow down, then stop completely. “im not walking until you move it.” you declared. he sighs deeply for what seems the tenth time, “you can’t go around it? or something?” he asks, he already knows the answer.

“no? what if it flies!?” he pauses, then he turns to fully look at you.

“it’s a fucking bird.” he retorted. you don’t budge to move. he stares at you for a second longer— than exhales, long and annoyed. like this is somehow the most inconvenient situation of his life.

“stay here.” before you can even respond, he steps forward walking straight for it. “hey.”

the pigeon tilts his head, unimpressed. “…don’t piss me off.” he mutters under his breath. he nudges his foot forward, the bird flutters, wings snapping open as it lifts off.

you flinch anyways. “it’s gone.” he calls out to you, you hesitate then carefully walk past the spot it was standing, eyes glued to the ground like it might reappear.

“oh, you’re actually deadass serious.” you glare at him, “i told you.” he huffs out something between a laugh and a scoff, shaking his head.

“next time, im bringing bird repellent. this is insane.” he says half jokingly. you roll your eyes at his attempt to make a joke out of this, “i didn’t find it funny by the way.”

“yeah? i wasn’t trying to be funny, princess.”

𓏲 𓄲 jockbf!yuji helps his gf distress! ˖👙 ࣪ ꪆ

exam week.

totally your favorite time of the year! its basically an excuse to stay in the library. but god knows how much stress this is causing for you.

you were sitting in the empty library in the far back, head inside of the physics book that you’ve been staring at for atleast the past 15 minutes, completely zoned out, until you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

snapping out of your daydream, you pushed your glasses up and slipped your phone out of your pocket, it was messages from your boyfriend, yuji.

yujipie ♡

look up

you raised a eyebrow at the text message, hesitantly looking up. your gaze met yuji’s as he was walking over towards your table.

you gave him a weary smile as he sat down next to you. “hi my love.” you greeted, placing a kiss onto his cheek. “hey.” he greeted back, giving you that bright grin that made you fall in love with him.

“what’ca reading?” he questioned, and that snapped you back to reality a frown appearing on your face, “im struggling to stay focus,” you whined out. “im so stressed out.”

yuji pulled you into a warm embrace, rubbing your back. it was obvious you were stressed out. you leaned into his touch on instinct, hands wrapping around his waist while your head was on his chest.

“hey, I got a way for you to relax.” he chirped up.

because what kind of boyfriend would yuji be to not help out his stressed out girlfriend?

and that lead you to now. the two of you were in a back of the library, yuji, two fingers deep inside of you meanwhile your head was in his shoulder, desperately trying to keep your moans quiet.

which you were failing at miserably.

“yuji— fuck! yuji please..” you whimpered out, his shoulders basically becoming your lifeline.

yuji chuckled, his fingers speeding up. “you know if you wanted me too help you relax you could’ve asked, yeah?” he taunted.

you were couldn’t respond back in a sentence, only letting out those sweet noises you made.

“look at this pretty cunt, it’s clenching on my fingers like its my dick.” he says, his thumb goes towards your clit— rubbing your ball of nerves.

your eyelashes flicker, as your eyes rolled back. “baby! please its too much!” you moaned out.

“you’re gonna take it, you always do.” he groaned out, inserting another finger inside of you.

that caused you to let out a loud whimper, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth.

“oh, I know sweet girl.” he coo’d in your ear, curling his fingers inside of you. “you can take it, yeah? you always do anyway.”

“look at how this slutty pussy is taking my fingers.” he chuckled in your ear.

your grip onto his shoulders tightened, head dipping back in pleasure against the bookshelf. “yuji— oh my—!” you whimpered out. “baby, please im gonna—!”

“gonna cum? yeah? go ahead my smart girl.” he purrs, his stuck another finger inside of you, juices letting out of your cunt and onto this floor.

and that tipped you over the edge, you squeezed down on his fingers, climaxing on the spot. he didn’t stop, he helped ride it out.

your body fell on him, his hand immediately wrapped around your waist, he slipped his fingers out from inside of you.

“you still stressed?” he asked. you shyed away in his chest. “a bit.” you murmured back.

“lets see if i can fuck the rest out of you, yeah?” he gruffed out, pulling his pants down revealing his harden dick.

you gulped, knowing that you’re in for a long ride.

𓏲 𓄲 how fratboy!eren fixes his girlfriend attitude ˖👙 ࣪ ꪆ

“IT FUCKING REEKS IN HERE.” you grumbled in a low tone. you were dragged to costume party, hosted by none other than your boyfriend, eren. you’re arms were crossed

eren chuckled at your irritation, his hand was on the lower part of your back, and his other hand held a drink in that red cup that always irritates you for some odd reason. “princess, relax. its just a little smell of alcohol you’ll be okay.” he attempted to reassure.

“whatever sailor boy.” you retorted back. the two of you were in matching costumes, a sailor boy and a sailor girl, ironic right? it was eren’s idea.

eren raised a eyebrow at you, getting the hint of attitude that was in your tone. he bent down to your ear, speaking to you in a tone thats low enough for only you to hear, “is that attitude i hear?”

“no, it’s me you’re hearing.” you replied back snarky. connie barked up a laugh, “you ‘gon let her talk to you like that?” he laughed, now that got eren going. he cracked a small laugh, you were about to say something slick until you felt yourself being picked, and over his shoulders.

you let out a yelp, kicking your legs against him — then he used his other arm to hold your legs down from kicking. “i’ll be back.” he says to his group, as he walk throughs the crowd with you on his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

eren kicked the first bedroom door opened, and then threw you down on the bed, “what the fuck are you— mmh!” you were cut off with a kiss, his hand roamed ower your body like you would disappear if he ever let you go.

he broke away from the kiss, “take these off.” he groaned out, pulling on your laced baby-blue panties. and of course, you acted on command. you quickly slipped them off, and threw them somewhere. thats a later problem.

eren smirked at your eagerness, two of his fingers rubbed over your slick cunt. “you’re already wet? all we did was kissed.” he teased.

you were biting down on your lip, as his fingers rubbed on your clit. “s-shut up— fuck!” your eyed rolled back and you arched your back into him, as you felt his two fingers insert inside of you. “ohmygod!” you whimpered out.

eren gave you a innocent smile, starting to move his fingers in and out of you. you closed your eyes on instinct. “aht aht aht,” he taunted, grabbing your jaw. “open your eyes, i want you to see how i take care of you and this pretty little cunt.”

you forced your eyes opened, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you everytime, “fuck! e-eren… pleas— hah!” you loudly moaned out. “it’s too m-much!— oh my god! yes!” you let out the most erotic noises.

“look at you, clenching down on my fingers.” he coo’d “you’re like a little slut in heat, you like this don’t you?” he questioned. you nodded your head eagerly, “y-yes! i love it shooo much!”

“you thought it was funny to embarrass infront of people didn’t you?” he gruffed out, you shook your head, “n-no please—! fuck! oh my god!” you let whimpered out.

eren let out a low laugh, he fastened his pace. and it was making you see stars. “e-eren! please im about to—!”

“go ahead, come for me.” he purrs, then his mouth met with your clit, swirling it around as he curled his fingers inside of you.

“yes! yes! yes! oh my god—!” you screamed out, your orgasm ripping out of you. he didn’t stop, he never did. he helped you ride out your orgasm.

when he was done, he slipped his fingers from out of you and into his mouth, licking up your mess from his fingers. “i fucking hate you.” you panted out.

“yeah well, you taste good.” he replied.

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ⓘ 𝓈ynopsis ⋮ yuji and reader finds themselves tangled in a situation full of wrong timing and right feelings , will a helpless romantic girl be the right person for an emotionally unavailable boy?

ⓘ 𝒸𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 ⋮ romance ◞ college au ◞ slow-burn ◞ drama ◞ emotional drama ◞ smut ◞ jock!yuji x reader ◞ jjk!college ◞ not proof read ◞ half-chatfic!

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𓏲 𓄲 studying w/ fratboy!gojo goes wrong right?˖👙 ࣪ ꪆ

𝓈ynopsis: what happens when you have a attitude while tutoring your fratboy! boyfriend? he fixes your attitude of course! ‹𝟹

you and your boyfriend were polar opposites, he was a frat boy that always threw those big rave parties, and you were a nerd that always stayed inside. so how did you two even meet? well, you were his tutor. one thing led to another and he asked you out on a date and now you’re here!

but, there was one thing that specifically grabbed his attention towards you. your attitude. now, truth be told the first time you yelled at him was because he messed up on a equation that was easier than making cereal, but he couldn’t sit there and lie saying that he didn’t get a major boner from you yelling at him.

satoru needed help with his upcoming physics exam, and why wouldn’t he ask his cute, smart, and pretty girlfriend to help him study? he was sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through his phone while he waits for you.

what felt like forever he heard your familiar knocking and basically jumped up out of bed and rushed to the door. he opened it up revealing you, in that pastel yellow two piece that he liked with your books. he admired your appearance— licking his lips. “what do we have here? did you get all pretty for me?” he teased.

you rolled your eyes and practically pushed him out the way, “satoru, don’t start.” you grumbled shyly. satoru chuckled while he closed the door behind you. “so what do you need help with?”

about thirty goes by of you studying and he finally makes you mad. “satoru! look at the fucking equation-“ you spoke after being cut off with a kiss. god, you hated the way you melted right into his trap. your hands found his face, forcing him to lean back as you deepened the kiss.

finally about after five minutes you finally pulled back. a string of saliva following your lips, “what was that for.” you spoke out.

immediately, his mouth found its way to your neck, leaving marks that you’ll know will appear by tomorrow. “you know what you do to me when you yell.” his voice muffled by him sucking on your neck. “fuckin— haah — fucking freak!” you whimpered out.

“really? let’s see how much of a freak I am together then.” before you could even retort back, you feel his hands go inside of your leggings, rubbing his fingers against your soaked cunt.

your helps jerks up against him voluntarily. he let a small chuckle against your neck. “you’re that wet from a little kissing?” he teased. “shut the fuck up.” you respond back almost immediately.

he hummed to himself, using his fingers to pull your panties aside, and immediately, with absolute no warning inserts his fingers inside of your slick cunt. your mouth makes a ‘o’ shape, while your eyes roll back.

your basically holding onto his shoulders for your life as his two fingers stretches you out. “so, what was that you were saying?” he smirked against you. “fuck—ohmygod—fuck you.” you cried out.

“what a brat! im fingering you and you still have an attitude?” satoru spoke, inserting another finger inside of you. “fuck!— ‘toru!” you whimpered out. “i-i-i can’t—“

“you can and you will.” he told you his pace growing faster. you were letting out noises you didn’t think you could make. “t-toru.. please im about to-“

“cum? go ahead baby, i’ll catch you.” he purrs softly, “my good girl.” and that sends you over the edge. you climax right on him, and he doesn’t stop. he helps you ride out your orgasm, slipping his fingers out of you and slipping them into his mouth.