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animethottywithnobody · 4 months ago

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"It's Hard Being Casual"

~ ft Eren Yeager

Synopsis - The one rule was not to fall in love, and you couldn’t even follow that. Who knew being “casual” wouldn’t work for long?

cw. best friend! Eren, fwb! Eren, flirty/mentions previous sex, angsty(???), black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used (angel, pretty girl, baby)

wc. 2k

AN: Inspired by “Bags” by Clairo & “Casual” by Chappell Roan

“What do you mean Martha Washington didn’t name her feral tomcat after Alexander Hamilton? I know we both watched the musical.” You look up from your work in confusion.

“You can't seriously believe that everything in Hamilton was historically accurate.” As you open your mouth to say something witty, he cuts you off, knowing exactly what you’re going to say. “And no, you don’t have to be a history major to know that.”

It's no surprise that Eren could predict what you would say, as you two have been friends since high school, freshman year, to be specific. He’s always been your personal history tutor, something he doesn’t do for anyone else, while you have always helped in subjects like philosophy since his ethics and moral beliefs were a bit skewed sometimes. Admittedly, you’ve always thought Eren was attractive, but that was an obvious fact to everyone. Though you were attracted to him, that attraction never escalated into anything… until recently.

“Wow, Eren, you’re a mind reader too? Who knew humans were evolving so fast.” You roll your eyes while he chuckles at your sarcasm.

You both are in your sophomore year of college and still tutor and hang out with each other, except now it has evolved. You don’t know when it started, but innocent tutoring turned into makeout sessions when your roommates and friends weren’t around. Helping each other with homework turned into being a stress relief for each other because college is a breeding ground for everything stressful. All that tension soon bled into everything. Usual hangouts and parties to be with friends turned into sneaking away for quick hookups and stolen kisses while everyone was in a drunken haze or too high to notice. Movie nights turned into passionate nights on the couch or in bed with the movie as background noise.

“What can I say, baby? I'm just special. Maybe you just need to catch up.” He smirks as he stands up, moving behind you. He puts his hands on the table in front of you, trapping you between his strong arms.

You scoff softly, slightly distracted by the new dynamic. “Don't push it, Yeager. As if you're that much smarter than me.” You glance up at him before looking back at the textbooks in front of you. “As if you're smarter than me at all.”

In all honestly, you only started thinking about Eren as more than a friend because of him. He’s always so flirty and touchy with you, traits you originally mistook as his personality until you realize he doesn’t talk to anyone else the way he talks to you. Though he’s in a frat, he’s more closed off than most other stereotypical frat guys… except with you. He’s very open with you, always explaining things more than he needs to or opening up to things most others would never know about him. At times, he treats you almost like a girlfriend, whispering sweet nothings to you as encouragement, or his silent possessiveness over you gets loud when you attend parties with him. But at other times, he’s talking about other girls or reminiscing about an ex he’s had.

“Why don't we put this work down and take a break? Watch a movie, maybe?” He leans down close to your ear, his voice low as he speaks with a possible hidden message behind his words. You never assume what he could mean since he’s always so unpredictable.

You’re tired of questioning his every intention, his every action. It’s exhausting trying to guess what’s on his mind all the time. You can’t keep wondering what his stolen glances or soft smiles mean. You can’t keep hearing him call you by his nickname for you without getting so irritated. Everything he does pushes you closer and closer to exploding… but this is on you. You both agreed not to catch feelings when you realized what this… friendship was turning into. And once you realized you were catching feelings, you also realized that this wasn’t something serious to him… it feels like you’re just a game he is addicted to playing. You also knew that confessing your feelings was a terrible idea and that it needed to be the right time if you ever did.

You look at him and nod with a soft smile, feeling your heart melt at how he tilts his head slightly and gives you a dreamy smile at your response. He closes the book in front of you gently before pulling your chair out for you. He grabs your hands, helping you up before you can even attempt to get up yourself. You both stare into each other’s eyes, something you know is dangerous for your already strong feelings. You feel yourself drowning in his and wonder what he feels when he looks into yours. “Well, Yeager, what movie did you have in mind?”

So, instead of protecting yourself and ending things there, being strictly friends, you decided to push your feelings away. You decided to play his game… to do anything to keep him around, and that’s exactly why you’re in this situation. But in all honesty, you don't know how long you can keep playing around and pretending. You feel yourself rapidly reaching a breaking point.

He chuckles softly, his beautiful eyes sparkling with humor. He lets go of your hands to grab your waist gently, pulling you so close that your breath mixes with his. “Does it really matter? We could put on anything, and it’d be reduced to background noise.” His voice is soft as he confirms your thoughts about his offer. You feel your heart physically hurt at what your friendship has become.

As much as you love being close to him, this isn’t how you want it. You feel suffocated. Gently, you put your hands on his chest, pushing him back to create space. It’s not much, but it gives you the illusion of being released from an invisible grip, and you start to breathe properly. “I’m in a nostalgic mood. Let’s watch ’10 Things I Hate About You’.” You fight a smile on your lips, hoping it was more convincing than it felt.

His hold on your hips loosens until you can’t tell if he’s still touching you or if you’re imagining his hands still there. “You’ll never put that movie to bed. We’ve watched it at least 100 times since we’ve started being friends.”

“Pretending you don’t love this movie isn’t going to help you escape it.” You take his lack of hold to go to the kitchen, doing your typical movie night prep for nights you’re actually going to watch the movie. Popcorn and wine, an Olivia Pope classic. He helps you bring everything to the coffee table before you both settle on the couch.

As the movie plays, you feel his eyes float over to you, not knowing that you stop focusing on the movie every time he looks over and become hyperfocused on how you are presented to him. Imagine how cute this could be if you were a couple, cuddling on the couch and watching a movie you both love. Instead, you’re best friends who fuck with a mix of one-sided love, and sadly, you’re the one in love. The thought causes a shiver to run through your body.

“You cold over there, angel?” Angel. The name he’s called you since the day you both met… the name you’ve grown to despise. You feel relief at his mistake of thinking you were cold instead of knowing the effect he has on you.

“No, it was just a random chill.” You laugh softly, rubbing your hands together.

“Oh, I hate those.” The plush of a blanket covers you, causing you to look at the culprit. His eyes hold yours for longer than necessary before his lips pull up slightly into a tiny smirk as he looks away from you.

You look back at the screen, but your mind is anywhere but the movie playing. Your mind floods with every interaction you’ve had together, your brain working overtime searching and scanning for any indication that your feelings for him are reciprocated. Your frustrations and irritations grow at the confusion he gives you. But as much as you hate it, you’ll always be happy to just be near him and close to him in a way he isn’t with others. You convinced yourself that you’d rather sit in your frustration than tell him how you feel and risk losing him but you’re starting not to believe that anymore.

“Oh, you’re out.” You snap out of your head and look at him in confusion before following his eyes to your empty wineglass. You didn’t realize you’d been drinking it while being stuck in your thoughts about the two of you. Instinctively, he pours more wine into your cup. Something he always does, constantly making sure you have everything you need and helping you without being asked. The irony of drinking wine right now almost makes you giggle. A wine stain isn’t easily removed like spoken words aren’t able to be easily retracted. Once the mess is made, the stain lasts for a long time.

“Thanks.” You mumble as you grab the glass from the table, taking a big gulp, hoping the alcohol will calm your racing mind. The dam you’ve worked so hard to build has gotten many cracks over time, and you feel it’s finally about to break.

Eren looks over at you with slight confusion but doesn’t say anything as he goes back to watching the movie. “We should go paintballing like they do in the movie.” You don’t say anything, instead taking another big gulp. He looks over at you as you go to pour more wine into your glass. He grabs the bottle from you before grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You look away from him, the intensity of his gaze feeling too much at this moment.

“We’ve been friends too long for you to think I’d believe such a bullshit lie.” He sets the bottle and remote down and tilts your head to face him. “There you are, pretty girl.” You try to turn your head away, but he grabs your face gently between his hands. “Talk to me, angel.”

You grab his hands and pull them from your face. “I can’t keep doing this.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Doing what?”

“This Eren!” You stand up to make some space between you two. “Whatever this friends-with-benefits thing is.”

“Can I ask why?” He tilts his head, confusion and concern all over his face.

“I love you, Ren.”

He was confused before, and he’s even more confused now. “I love you too.”

“No, Ren, not like how I love you.” You cross your arms as if that’ll protect you from the heartbreak loading up. “I broke our one rule, I fucking fell for you.” You cover your face in embarrassment.

“Oh.” That’s all he says. You look between your fingers to see him looking down with a nervous expression on his face, and you already know what comes next. But you can’t keep the frustrations in.

“Oh? Oh?? Eren, you’re telling me you’ve never had feelings for me, not even a little?” He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at you. You scoff and shake your head. “So all the sweet words, the cute pet names, the possessiveness at parties, the couple shit, the fucking sex was what? Something you do with friends?”

“That’s not true, and you know it.” He looks up at you with so many emotions swimming in his eyes and a slight frustration in his voice. “I just… I think we’re better as friends. Our friendship is priceless, and I can’t risk losing that because you think you have feelings for me.”

“I think I have feelings for you?”

“I’m sure it’s the sex that makes you feel that way since I’ve always done everything else, and you didn’t like me then.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’m getting a headache.”

“Let’s take a break from each other and let this kinda simmer down. You’re one of my best friends, and I never want to lose you over something like this.” He comes over to kiss your forehead, and you back up. “I love you, angel.” He grabs his stuff and walks out the door, looking back at you before letting the door close.

And just like wine… you can’t clean up the mess you made without a mark being left behind.

#black coded reader #best friend eren yeager #eren yeager #fwb eren yeager #aot fic #attack on titan #eren jeager #eren yeager x reader #eren x black fem reader

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animethottywithnobody · 9 months ago

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"You Cryin'?"

~ ft Satoru Gojo

Synopsis - You and Gojo have been inseparable since childhood. Everyone thought that once you both got older you'd be more independent from each other (even you) but Gojo always happened to be there exactly when you needed him... ALWAYS.

cw. dacryphilia, breeding, dubcon?? (aphrodisiacs in your drink), oral sex (male & female receiving), implied/slightly Yandere! Gojo, implied stalking, implied noncon recording, best friend! Gojo, roommate! Gojo, dom! Gojo, sub! reader, black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used (baby, dollface, pretty, etc)

wc. 4k

AN: I'm really nervous since I haven't properly written a fic in basically two years... I hope you guys like it.

❗️minors & blank blogs DNI❗️

“Hey baby, wanna get out of here?” You shake your head as you giggle. You're both at the biggest Halloween party of the year hosted by the most popular frat on campus.

“Toru, we just got here.” Quite literally, you and Toru just walked through the door about five minutes ago. You don’t even have a drink in your hand yet. “Let’s have fun, especially since I look so cute doing it.” You’re both dressed as Velma and Shaggy from Scooby- doo, you wanted to be Velma, and Toru wanted to match whatever you wore so people ‘know your best friends’.

“You always look cute no need to go to a party to prove that.”

“But everyone’s at this one.”

“You can see all these people in school.”

“We live together. I can see you all day, every day.”

He groans in frustration. “Well, that’s different.” He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck as he mumbles. “I missed you. Can’t I miss my best friend?”

“I thought that was Suguru?” He groans and you giggle. “I mean, technically, you can miss me, but it should be hard when we’re basically attached at the hip.” You giggle, lifting your hand to run your fingers in his hair. You have been friends with Toru your whole life and have been quite literally inseparable since. Everyone says he is overly possessive and attached to you but he was always like that with everything and everyone… right?

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You can hear his pout. “I just don’t want you to, I don’t know, forget about me.”

“Toru.” You lift his head and turn around in his hold. To others, this would look quite intimate but both of you have always been touchy with each other. You hold his face, able to see his pout clearly. “I’d never forget about my best friend in the whole world. You’re my other half.” His cheeks and the tips of his ears turn a cute pink as a small smile grows on his face. “But I also have other friends I like spending time with as well.” His smile drops.

“Ugh, fine, but you’ll never have as much fun as we have when it’s just the two of us together.” He mumbles as you pull your hands from his pouty face with a giggle. You spot Suguru and Shoko walking up so you feel more comfortable leaving him.

“Others might take that the wrong way.” You tease as you walk towards your Sorority Sisters.

You end up splitting your time between your Sorority Sisters, random guys, Satoru, and the others. With your Sorority Sisters, you talk about upcoming events, classes or dance together. When you spend time with Satoru, he leaves the friend group, so it’s just the two of you, and he always has a drink in hand for you. Nothing new to you, honestly. You both dance, sing songs and talk about the most random things. The alcohol is definitely to blame for that, at least on your part, since Satoru is a terrible lightweight, so he doesn't drink much, if at all.

You could feel eyes on you when you were with your other friends, but when you looked around, no one, not even Toru, was looking at you. Strangely, you only felt like someone was watching when you weren’t with Satoru, and not just at this party but just any time you two weren’t together. Shoko teases you whenever you bring it up to her and the girls and says you think you're the main character too much.

But when you think about it, some things don't add up whenever you’re at parties. Guys come up to talk or dance with you, but for some reason, they’d always leave, no explanation, nothing. And every time that happens, Satoru is right there to take their place. He’s always there when you need him. When your car breaks down out of nowhere, he’s there. When you’re too drunk at parties or bars with your friends, he’s there to take you home. When you’re on a date that isn’t going so well, he’s always there making the perfect excuses so you can leave. You always joke that he has spidey senses when you need him since most instances, if not all… you never called or texted saying you needed him, and he’d just laugh.

At some point, the drinks start to taste a bit different, but you assume he’s just making a different mix now. But the more you drink, the hotter you feel. It’s like a fever is running through you, your legs feel weak, and your pussy is about to cause a flood. It’s starting to get bad, so you excuse yourself to the bathroom while your other friends tell you to be careful and that they won’t move so you can find them.

You go to a bathroom located upstairs in the frat to have privacy. Once you reach the bathroom, you can see the sweat ruining your edges and running down leaving streaks in your makeup. You wet a paper towel and dab your face and body with cool water, hoping it will help alleviate the fever, but nothing’s working. No matter how worked up you've ever been, it’s never been this bad or this random.

The door starts to open and you quickly push it closed, cursing yourself for forgetting to lock it. “Um, someone’s in here.” You croak, your voice filled with desperation and anxiety.

“It’s me, princess. Your friends said you were here, so I came to check on you.” You would usually relax when you hear Satoru’s voice, but for some reason, it makes the ache feel worse. “Come on baby, let me in.” The slight plead makes you tremble as the thought of him begging for you crosses your mind.

“Fuck, come in.” You move from the door letting him come in. You give him a once, twice, thrice over. You always knew Satoru was attractive; his fan girls can confirm that, but you never felt the need to rip his clothes off of him until now. You feel like a dog in heat with the thoughts flooding your mind.

“What’s wrong, sweets? You don’t look so good.” He leans close to your face as the cool back of his hand presses against your forehead. You shiver at his touch. Have his hands always been this big? “You feel like you have a fever. Wanna go home lovebug?” His voice moves through you like silk and you feel like you can barely stand.

You practically collapse in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly as you shake your head. “I…I can’t move.” His hands hold your waist causing you to whine in his chest slightly. You imagine his hands holding your waist as he fucks into you from behind, only making your pussy gush. “I feel so weak.” With your head in his chest, you miss the victorious smile on his face. His scent is driving you crazy. You should be used to it by now, but it’s almost like it’s fogging up your mind. “I don’t k-know what’s wrong with me, Toru.”

“Is there anything I can do? Maybe get you some water?” You feel him about to move away from you and tighten your grip with a ‘no’ that sounds like a desperate moan.

“Please don’t leave me.” You look up at him with teary eyes. You feel like you're drowning in him. “I- fuck, this is so embarrassing.” You whine as tears threaten to flow down your face. “I’m so horny Toru a-and I need you to help me. Fuck I know this sounds so insane, but please, I need you so bad.” Tears stream down your face as you beg him.

His face changes from concern to something you can’t tell. His eyes darken from his almost clear ocean blue to a stormy sea blue. His grip on your waist tightens, causing you to whine out his name pathetically, your head falling to his chest again. He grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks as he tilts it up to his. A giant mocking smirk is on his face as he tilts his head slightly. “You cryin’?”

“Don’t tease me!” You try looking away, but his grip is firm.

“Tell me exactly when you need from me.” His face looks desperate to hear it from you. He leans his face close to yours, lips almost brushing against each other. You try to close the gap, but he doesn’t let you. “Come on, baby, say it for me.” He whispers, letting his minty breath ghost your lips.

“Please, Toru, I need you to fuck me.” As soon as the words tumble out your mouth, his lips are on yours hungrily. You’d think he’s the one who needs your help. This isn’t the first time you both have kissed, but this is one without party games and dares involved. You begged for this one, and Satoru is determined to make sure you never forget it.

He turns you both, pushing you against the wall with his hands, bruising your hips with his grip. He moves from your lips down your neck as you let a hand move to his hair. “Fuck I’ve dreamt about this.” He mumbles into your neck as he bites and sucks on the skin, leaving marks you’d have to cover up.

He lets a hand slide from your hip to your thigh, pulling your leg up to sit on his waist. Your skirt rides up, making it easier for him to grind against you. The feeling of your clothed core rubbing against the rough material of his jeans has you writhing and whining. “F-fuck Toru.”

You desperately hump yourself against the tent in his jeans with desperate whines. “Please, Toru- ah s-shit baby- need you inside.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He coos, lifting his head to kiss you on the lips. “I wanna make sure you can take me first, sweets.” He moves the hand on your leg to your clothed core, chuckling. “Aww baby, you’re soaking wet for me. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

He slips down to his knees, all his focus on the space between your thighs. You lean against the wall for balance when you feel him force your legs apart before brushing his nose against your soaked panties. A throaty groan leaves him as he licks and bites at the drenched material. “Fuck pretty, you taste better than I imagined.” He yanks your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. He helps you step out of them before pocketing the tiny material. He lifts your left leg that sat on his waist and puts it over his shoulder this time. You swear he has a dreamy look in his eyes when he’s face to face with your dripping hole. “Had dreams of tasting your pretty little pussy. So much prettier in person.”

You can’t even comprehend his words as he shoves his face in between your thighs. He licks, sucks, and groans on your clit while you wiggle and moan. When you try closing your legs, he harshly grips your thighs. “Don’t interrupt my meal.” He growls before spitting on your cunt, using his long middle finger to rub it in before pushing it into you.

Your hand flies to his hair at the stretch. “Oh yeah, baby, I always knew this pussy was so tight. Practically pulling my finger off.” He chuckles as his beautiful eyes stare up at you, cloudy with his intense desire. You almost think Satoru has never eaten in his life the way he devours your pussy like a man starved his entire life.

“T-toru so close…” You whine as you grind yourself against his tongue and fingers, using your leg on his shoulder to push his head closer to your aching core. He groans into you as he pushes his ring finger into you, barely giving you time to adjust before letting his pointer finger join the party. “A-ahhh, wait so much.” You yank at his hair, causing him to be pulled away from you, and the sight is breathtaking.

Finally able to see his entire face again, you see the bottom half of his face is covered in your slick. His eyes are so clouded by lust and desire that it’s overwhelming, and his hair is such a white silky mess between your fingers, almost like this was what his hair was meant for.

“Please baby, lemme keep eating.” He whines as he roughly finger fucks you. “Want you to cum in my mouth before you make a mess on my cock.” Your head falls back against the wall as your eyes close. They shoot open at the slap on your cunt. “Look. At. Me.” He delivers a harsh slap with each word, causing whines to fall from your plump lips, but you make eye contact to the best of your abilities, making the sadist smile. “Wanna see your face when you fall apart, dollface.” He coos at you as he kisses your cunt as an apology, sloppily making out with your swollen clit. “Can I continue my love?”

He truthfully doesn’t care what your answer is. He’s Satoru Gojo. He always gets what he wants one way or another. But seeing you weakly nod at him with a fucked-out look all over your face definitely made him love receiving an answer. He goes back to eating, switching his fingers and tongue so he is eating your pussy and rubbing your clit.

Each pump of his tongue inside you or each flick of his fingers drags you closer and closer to your desired end. “O-oh my fuck! Toru, I’m gonna- shit, I'm cumming,” You whine as you hump against his mouth. He doesn't say a thing, just fucks you harder and deeper with his tongue his way of begging you to give him what he wants. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to crash over you, feeling more intense than any orgasm you've ever had. You struggle to keep your eyes open, but if they were closed, you would’ve missed the fact that you squirted for the first time in your life all over your best friend’s face.

Your orgasm doesn’t mean he’s stopping, though. He keeps licking at you, pushing you to slight overstimulation as he tries to drink every drop of what he's been waiting for and worked so hard for. You tug on his hair with broken ‘stop’ and ‘no more’ tumbling out your mouth. He lazily pulls away and looks up at you. “I thought you liked this. You always do it to yourself… why can’t I?” Nothing he’s saying makes sense to you, but honestly, you haven’t been able to think straight for a while now.

“Don’t tease me. Need you, Toru.” You plead as you pull him up into a hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You let your hand slide to his crotch, fumbling with his button and zipper.

“Fuck, your such a needy girl.” He groans into your mouth as you finally undo his jeans, pushing them down. You look down to see his big bulge, probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. He must’ve seen the look on your face because he lets out a hearty laugh. “You just gonna stare, or you gonna take it out for me, pretty?” He tilts his head with a cocky grin, reminding you who he is.

“Fuck you.” You mumble as you squeeze him over his boxers, causing him to hiss. You slide down to your knees, looking up at him with a small smile. His eyes look down at you with a wild, almost crazed look.

“What are you-” Satoru is rarely shocked, but he didn’t expect to see you on your knees. No matter how much he dreamed of this, he didn't plan on it happening… not this time, at least.

“Need to make sure you can fit, right?” You tilt your head slightly as you pull down his underwear, watching with wide eyes as his cock slaps against his stomach, almost taking an eye out in the process. Not only was he big, but he was beautiful. He’s long, not too thick, with trimmed white hairs. His tip is a pretty pink mushroom that’s a deep, angry red from being neglected. He has a slight upward curve that is sure to destroy your insides. Everything is so perfectly proportioned, like everything else about him… perfect.

When you look back up at him, you expect to see a cocky look, but instead, he’s completely red and looking away from you with a hand covering his eyes. “F-fuck, don’t look at it like that.” He whines pathetically. You never imagined the day you’d see Satoru Gojo this embarrassed or embarrassed at all.

You giggle softly before you kiss his tip gently. He shutters with a shaky whimper, leaving him as his chest heaves. “I guess everything about you really is beautiful, huh Toru?” You tease, causing him to look at you with wide eyes. Once you’ve got his eyes on you, you take his tip in your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” He whimpers as his hand flies to your hair cautiously. He knows better than to touch your hair usually, but right now, he can’t help himself. If he doesn’t hold onto something, he’s going to cum undone right there. “D-don't look at me while you do it.” He groans when you take more of his cock in your mouth, ignoring him. “Don’t wanna- ahh fuck- don’t wanna cum yet baby please.” He pleads with you as his other hand comes down to your head.

You continue sucking his cock, taking barely half of it and using your hand to make up for what can’t fit in your mouth. When your cold hand touches his balls, he bucks into your mouth, causing you to gag. “Fuck, I’m sorry I just - oh shit- you just feel so g-good baby.” He stills your head as he slowly starts fucking your throat as he whimpers and whines, ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again. You hallow your throat and flatten your tongue, swallowing around him to make sure he feels as much pleasure as he’s given you.

You are mesmerized as you watch him fall apart above you. His pale skin is covered in a pink tint while it glistens with sweat, almost looking like glitter on his skin. His eyes are hooded, with his usual clear blue being clouded with so much lust, desire, and desperation. You swear he’s drooling as he ruts himself down your throat. “Oh shit, baby, I-I’m gonna cum- ah, can I please- ahh fucking shit- wanna cum.” You gargle an answer around him, causing him to buck faster. “T-tap twice for yes, baby, please.” You tap his thigh twice, and he wastes no time, brutally using your throat to reach his climax. His head falls back as you feel ropes of cum shoot down your throat. When his hands fall away, you pull him out with a pop, working your hand over him gently. You’re shocked that after all the cum he just released that he's still rock hard. His eyes fall on you as he breathes heavily, and you open your mouth to show you swallowed all his cum.

He yanks you up, kissing you roughly as he lifts you up to wrap your legs around his hips. “Fucking nasty girl, aren’t you?” He wastes no time pushing his tip into you. Your mouth falls open as his tip stretches you out. “You got it, baby. We made sure I could fit, remember?” He gives you barely a minute before he pushes more of his cock into your tight weeping cunt. “You’re sucking me in, I can’t help myself.” He whispers as he bites your neck, pushing himself all the way in. You let out a scream at the feeling of every inch inside of you, hitting spots you’ve never felt touched before. “You take my cock so good, fuckin’ made for me.”

Your head drops to his shoulder as you hold onto him for dear life. “Move Toru, I can take it.” You whimper out, and he does just that. How can he say no to his beautiful best friend when she’s begging to be fucked? He snaps his hips into yours brutally, squeezing your ass as he fucks you with no remorse.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, takin all this dick.” He rests you against the wall so he can move a hand to your stomach, pushing on the bulge he left there. You bite his shoulder as muffled sobs leave your swollen lips. “Feelin’ me all in your tummy, baby?” He coos as you lift your head to meet his eyes. The sight of tears falling down your face does something to him, it always has. He lets out a sadistic laugh as he returns his hands to your ass before proceeding to fuck up into you while bouncing you on his cock.“Fuck baby, cry for my cock that's right.”

Every hit has him hitting your G-spot over and over, not giving it a single break. “I’m gonna ruin you for every guy after me.” He growls in your ear. “Not even your fingers or pretty little toys will satisfy you when I’m done.” You whimper as you feel your second orgasm ready to destroy you. “You’ll beg for me when you play with that pretty little pussy, always babbling dumb shit. Now it’ll be my name on repeat.” His words are so confusing but help drag you closer and closer.

You don’t even have a chance to warm him before your creaming on his cock, making a white ring around his base as he continues fucking into you. He pushes his head into the crook of your neck, leaving bite marks next to the previous ones he’s left. You squeeze him for all he has as you feel a third orgasm approaching. “Shit baby, imma cum baby. Ahhh where? W-where do you want it, princess?” Honestly… he’s gonna cum inside you, but he just wants to hear what you’ll say.

“I-inside Toru, please inside.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s shooting his cum into your womb with a whine of your name and a joyful feeling. Of course, you’d want the same thing he wants. You two are obviously meant for each other, always have been, and always will be. He sits there for a bit as you both try to catch your breath.

“Do you feel better?” He whispers, gently kissing your forehead as he places your feet on the ground. You nod weakly as you lean into his chest. “Good.” He pulls out, pulling your panties out of his pocket and helping you put them on quickly before too much of his cum can fall out of you. Keeping an arm wrapped around you, he opens the cupboard under the sink and pulls out a rag you recognize from home. “I’m gonna clean you up a bit, and when we get home, I’ll properly take care of you.” He whispers as he wipes your legs from the messes you both made. He kisses your legs, fingers, and head as he helps you fix your clothes and himself.

Once you both look somewhat presentable, he pulls you into his chest. “I love you, baby girl,” he whispers as he gently kisses your lips, pulling your skirt down though it already covered you.

“I love you too, Toru.” You whisper back before he walks out of the bathroom. After taking a moment to breathe, you walk downstairs to where your Sorority Sisters are waiting for you.

“Girl, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you.”

“What do you mean? I was in the bathroom upstairs. That’s where you guys sent Toru.”

“Um, what are you talking about? Gojo never came to ask us where you were.”

“Yeah, even if he did, we didn’t know you were upstairs.”

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