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[dinozarr]

¹⁸⁺ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀my armin obsession is telling me whimpering!armin would willingly sit on your pretty pink desk chair that is facing you with his whole dick on display for you to see. your foot rests along the edge of the seat so he can’t turn away whilst he pumps his base for what felt like hours. and, quite frankly, i could have been hours for all you know. you were reclined on your matching pink mattress sheets along your bed, arms extended backwards to hoist your upper body as you observed his every, and pathetic move. his nicely fitted polo was completely undone with bright red lipstick stains tainting his fair skin, the MAC Ruby Woo shade smudged along your plump lips. his hand worked along the girth of his dick, his callouses rubbing against the bumps of his veins that protruded along his sides. each time he’d bring his hand to the top, his thumb would slide between the slit of his tip, a spiraling chill traveling down his back and causing exasperated moans to fill the room. his eyes were sealed shut with tears trickling down his cheeks, the pleasure far too exhilarating for him to keep his composure. his free hand was firmly grasping and clawing at the arm rest, the man’s body twitching with every second he closed in on his fifth orgasm. you knew the overstimulation was far too much for him to bare, but you also enjoyed watching your pretty little pathetic boyfriend become a heaving mess simply because he knew if he didn’t do as told, he wouldn’t get his awaited surprise. he would’ve gotten it either way but the long run was definitely worth while.

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[dinozarr]

tutee!choso since technically the poll won… ¹⁸⁺

𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐄!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 . . . wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed when it came to his language arts. he wasn’t normally a verbal guy, let alone learning how to use grammar and punctuation properly. normally, he wouldn’t mind going about his day with a 36% average in his class, but he’d realized that exam season was closing in on him and when exam season neared, the end of school did as well.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀asking for extra credit was definitely out of the question, his teachers already hating the man for his lack of focus in class. he spent numerous hours hovering over his computer as if he were some sort of discord mod, scrounging the internet for a tutor who would give him lessons out of the kindness of their heart. with no fees, of course. he was a university student after all, so money was no where close to being in his name.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀however, after mentioning his situation to his cousin Noritoshi, the kid had given the man your contact information after he had also been tutored by you and passed his exams with flying colors. to say Choso was anxious to contact you would be a complete understatement. it took for his brother Yuuji to hype him up in order for him to even send a simple “hi” text.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it wasn’t that he was nervous to talk to you in particular. he just got nervous around women in general. he swore that they terrified him, let alone talking to one would send him into a cardiac arrest. yet, when he met up with you at the library he found himself warming up to you faster than he expected. it took a few pushes of you asking him the same questions until he alas answered, but once he realized you weren’t going to be letting down anytime soon, he stopped forcing himself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the first few sessions were simple ice breakers. you pestering him about his life and family; him barely being able to answer you, let alone look you in the eyes. the way he fidgeted with his thumbs at the hems of his textbooks, and how he shook his leg at a lightning pace made his uncomfortable aura all to radiant. yet, you were used to guys with his personality. it was common for them to “want” a tutor, or at least pretend to need one just to talk to a girl. choso wasn’t like them though, he could barely speak more than a murmur with you, so you knew that he was here for just the knowledge.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or so you thought.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀because, the day he watched as you made your way into his dorm room with a cropped black tank top and a pair of puffy pink short shorts with your matching black boxer briefs rimming around your waist, he could feel the fabric of his joggers tighten by the millisecond. you noticed how he’d reverted back to his stammering and nerve-racking ways after spending weeks building up the courage just to speak a proper sentence to you. it was quite odd, you thought. yet, didn’t put much effort behind the inquiry, simply just disregarding it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀never would you have thought that you’d be balls deep on his dick, curling your hips with every movement you made on him. your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck with your fingers delicately entwining with his thick locks in the back of his head. each time you lifted yourself just to drop back down, you rolled your waist and felt as choso utterly melted beneath you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the man had regressed into nothing more of a puddle beneath you. the noises that left his quivering lips had your stomach jumbling together like a paper ball that you’d pass around the classroom. his large hands rested on either side of your body, the skim of his nails delving into the flesh of your ass and causing you to bite down on your bottom lip. the entirety of the man’s focus was on your chest that was front and center in his face, watching attentively as they bounced with each action you made.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ his erection had filled you up entirely, the girth of it far bigger than you could’ve imagined. the veins that dragged along the sides, and bottom rummaged your juicy walls eagerly. your dripping cunt had sucked him in so smoothly you swore you could see stars the deeper he entered you. only halfway in and his throbbing tip that was already leaking in his pre-cum was rubbing your cervix. never would you have thought you’d be a gasping and groaning mess when taking in a guys dick so well. you also didn’t think choso would be the first student you’d hook up with, but there’s always a first.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tears stained the man’s cheeks, his eyes coaxed in those same glossy reflection as he gazed up at you with nothing but pure admiration whirling within his chocolate irises.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i-i-i’m sorry if i’m hurting you-”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “shut up” stating simply, you pressed your swollen lips against his to suppress the moans you felt building up in your core.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his upward thrusts that met you halfway left your already sore legs, jello-like. you pushed your body onto his more while pulling him closer, your stomachs almost touching with how aggressive your actions were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you were both close, choso’s thrusts becoming sloppier and your moans getting louder. soon enough he was full on crying through his orgasm while your eyes rolled back with your hands planted solidly against his bare chest. your mouth was open just a slither prior to laying your forehead against his shoulder, each of you heaving uncontrollably.

NOTEZ : i need to start writing for more characters bro🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 might do attack on titan next idk idk

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[dinozarr]

since you guys wanted surfer!gojo … ¹⁸⁺

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐑!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 . . . who you met by tagging along with your good friend shoko to one of her surfer matches down by the bay. when you first met you two didn’t really speak to each other all that much. just a simple greeting and then throughout the day you’d catch him stealing glimpses at you. you thought he was a rather odd guy for his age, his personality representing much of a pre-teen middle schooler that was homeschooled his entire life.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he was loud. obnoxious. arrogant. all of the above could perfectly describe his attitude. it baffled you how the girls within the audience swooned anytime the big screen flicked to him sitting along his crystalline blue surfboard. yeah, you could admit that he had a nicely toned body; an eight-pack being as prominent along his stomach as a sore thumb would.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀even when you, shoko and the rest of the contestants stayed back at the beach to go night surfing, you found yourself feeling eyes bore in the back of your figure. it was like a weight on your shoulders with each glance that you took; gojo already staring at you from behind.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his boisterous laugh would shake the entirety of the beach whilst you guys were sitting around a mini bonfire, an eye rolling sigh tumbling from your lips as you whirled your wrist around and watched as the liquid within your solo cup ricocheted inside. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him, he definitely was a fairly attractive guy. you just couldn’t stand loud people. they were the bane of your existence and just overal a knick in your neck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀however, you’ve always had an interest in surfing, which is why you joined shoko in the first place. and, when she remembered that, she dragged you along with her to gojo’s tent so you both could watch how he waxed his board. he swore it was nothing simple, yet he always won every match they had so there must’ve been something he did to make it different.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he laughed at how shoko went on a rant about him and his shenanigans, the man turning to you while pointing at the exasperated woman and twirling his finger near his temple. it was the one time someone made you smile throughout the night, and gojo swore he’s never seen anything more beautiful. for the split second that your eyes closed and lip corners curled up, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. not that he hasn’t the entire night.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀yet, what you utterly weren’t expecting was to be bent over the table, on top of satoru’s surfboard. your shorts that you wore to the even pooled around your ankles with your laced underwear already torn off and tossed aside with the clutter he had in the tent. being weak in the knees would’ve been an understatement of a comparison to how you felt. and, despite laying flat against a hard surface, your back somehow seemed to arch due to the jaw-locking pressure satoru had on your waist.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the base of your forearms firmly laid against the surface of the board, your curled fingers desperately clawing at the edge of it like you were trying to peel the paint off. his hip movement not only had your mouth hanging open ajar, but was causing your eyes to roll back with each assiduous curl her gave. one of your hands went to be planting against the flat top of the board, fingertips practically white from how harsh you tried to grip it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀satoru, nevertheless, had one hand knuckles deep within the crevice of your waist. his finely filed nails delving into your flesh as if he were to let you go, he’d drop you. his opposite hand had scooped your other thigh and slid all the way down to the back of your knee, lifting it to his waist and allowing himself more access as he was balls deep in you. each hip thrust he gave you had his lower abdomen slamming against your ass cheeks and leading you into whimpering moans where you weren’t sure how you two ended up in the position.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his thick and veiny dick filled you up with ease, the size all too new for you to adjust to. it was unlike any of your ex’es, well, at least your male exes. the blood streams that protruded from the sides grazed along your walls and rubbed your sweet spots deliciously. it didn’t help that his tip rammed into your cervix with each thrust he gave you. never in your life would you have thought you’d enjoy someone so much. it was as if you couldn’t get enough and needed to feel more of him. more than what you already were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the hem of his white beater was pulled between his silver lined teeth, a snarky grin curling at the corner of his lips. his eyebrows furrowed viciously, as if he were determined to make you cum. which, well, he definitely was. he wanted you all over him. the man hadn’t a clue as to why he was so enthralled with you, why he needed to have you even though he didn’t even meet you twenty four hours ago. all he knew was that he was going to make you cum, whether it was one or more times. he didn’t care.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “s-shit. i’m gonna cum. fucking- hell!” you suppressed yourself from being too loud, lowering your head until your forehead pressed against the board so shoko, or the others didn’t hear you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “fuck! me too, pretty. me too. god, you feel so fucking good” the man praised effortlessly, meaning every word he said; followed by a very vague and soft ‘mhm’ by you.

NOTEZ : el oh el i went a lil overboard guys so take this how you will. i also originally planned to base this around soul surfer with how *SPOILERS* gojo lost his hand in jjk c234 but oh well i’ll write another one sometime in the future ig.

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