#frat guy

[fratguysinwhitebriefs]

[superfinemen]

[fictionalmenxyn]

frat!rafe/rafe social!au

[noyasmashing]

hellooo, i don't know if you do requests but ive been REALLY wanting to see this fiction come to life:

frat boy suna x nerd reader. they meet at a frat party when reader joins the blunt rotation going on. as things progress, suna enexpectedly gets the best sex he's ever had after being ridden on by the reader for the first time.

me oh my, this idea has me foaming at the mouth, thank you for the request ;3

Dom!reader x Sub! Suna

CW: p in v sex, unprotected sex, smoking and alcohol, degrading (slut is used a lot), cream pie, nudes?? (reader takes a pic of suna at the end)

The bass thumped through the air, mingling with the buzz of voices and laughter. Amidst the lively crowd, you stood slightly out of place, clutching your drink and feeling a bit overwhelmed by the pulsating energy around you. As a dedicated nerd and bookworm, social gatherings like this were definitely outside your comfort zone.

You watched from a distance as a group of slightly familiar college kids passed around a joint, their laughter echoing over the music. One of your many tipsy friends giggled noticing your stare. Firmly gripping your wrist as a smile tugged at her lips, “You want a hit?” She asked playfully, forcing to two of you to the small group gathered by the sofa.

“Heyyy, do you guys mind if we join?” She asked without a hint of nervousness, while you stood there, rather awkwardly.

One of the well known Miya twins immediately began flirting with your friend making you scoff. Looking at the sea of faces, one of the guys, with a mop of dark hair who you could have sworn was on the volleyball team caught your eye.

"Come on, [Name], loosen up and take a puff!" your friend encouraged, nudging you forward. Taking the half-smoked roll into your hand and feeling its warmth, you gently pressed it to your lips and sucked in.

After inhaling deeply, you briefly shut your eyes to savor the drugs effects before reopening them to meet those familiar yellow ones through your lengthy lashes. After passing the joint to the random person next to you, Suna spoke up in his usual monotone voice.

"I haven't seen you around before. You new here?" His eyes held a hint of curiosity as he glanced at you. You shook your head,

"Nah, I'm just don’t see the fun in parties," you replied, a smile forming on your lips, but it's not the usual grin Suna witnesses on the faces of the girls he typically charms. It's the type of smile he recognizes on the court, one that spells trouble.

"I'm Suna. And who might you be, baby?" he introduced himself, switching to his typical flirty voice - the one he reserves for girls. It's a tone that never fails to drive them wild and have them begging for him to fuck them in a matter of seconds.

But you, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes at his rather forward question, tipping your head back to finish off your drink before wandering off, hopefully to find something better to do.

You glanced over to see your friend practically making out with Osamu, already feeling ready to head home since you had plenty of homework to finish. As you put on your jacket and headed towards the door, you suddenly came face to face with the familiar dark-haired boy.

"Ready to leave, baby?" he asked, his well-built figure leaning towards you. You couldn't help but let out a laugh, a faint blush appearing on his handsome face.

"Why would I ever let you near me with that over used, excuse for a dick? I have no interest in dirty, worthless sluts like you."

"What did you just call me?" However, his reply lacked any form of retaliation. In fact, he sounded rather turned on.

You flash that menacing smile once more, leaning in closer so he could catch a whiff of your strawberry perfume. Slowly and deliberately, you repeat your words to him,

"Dirty. Worthless. Slut."

You tried to blame it on the weed, you really did, but you knew one hit couldn't have caused this. You found yourself sitting on his meaty thighs, his sweaty palms gripping your waist tightly.

Your lips crashed against his, his tongue exploring your mouth eagerly. Breaking away for a moment, he panted heavily while you smirked down at him.

"You're such a slut, Rin. Are you really going to hook up with someone you just met?" You scolded seductively. The heat in the room seemed to swell, making the atmosphere even more charged.

Despite your harsh words, Suna's body reacted to your degradation, thrusting up for more friction. He had been with countless women before, he watched squirm on his cock, and it bored him. He wanted something more, you were a challenge he couldn't resist.

You laughed at his pitiful state as he whispered, "I want to fuck you so badly." He couldn’t resist the embarrassment, hiding in the crook of your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Maybe I'll let inside me if you're lucky," you teased, feeling his cock throb against you in response. But he wasn't about to give in so easily.

"Your the one who wanted to sit on top of me!" he argued, pulling away to meet your intense gaze. His brash words causing you to clench around nothing.

"Shut up, slut. Good boys don't speak unless I say so, got it?"

Your hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his baggy jeans. You could feel Suna's hips twitch as your hand brushed over his hard erection through his boxer briefs. He knew he must look pathetic, his cock eager and leaking precum, but he was finally turned on for the first time in awhile, and at the mere words you spoke.

Without even bothering to remove your skirt, you pushed your soaking wet panties to the side, ready to take his aching member inside you.

"Wait," he stammered, looking up at your half-lidded, seductive gaze that intensified his desire. "Don't we need..."

Instead of allowing him to finish, you lowered yourself onto his throbbing shaft, causing him to throw his head back with a moan. You attempted to laugh, but it emerged mostly as heavy pants of pleasure.

"Hmm. I don’t know you would worry about that sort of thing, I’m on birth control." you reassured him, though it diminished him slightly. Despite this, he couldn't help but thrust into you eagerly.

You mocked his helpless state, lifting your hips before swiftly driving them back down, fully engulfing him inside you.

"Aww, my little slut, you're getting excited, aren't you?" you taunted, maintaining your aggressive rhythm, which left his knuckles white and the tops of his ears red. He had never imagined his body would respond so intensely to something so humiliating. Yet here he was, already on the brink of climax.

"Y-yours?" he questioned at the possessive nickname, struggling to hold back his pitiful whines.

"That really does turn you on. I can feel you pulsing inside me," you replied, feeling his cock brushing against your tight walls, eliciting moans from both of you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders firmly, gaining more leverage to bounce up and down rapidly.

His face displayed intense pleasure, with half-lidded eyes, an open mouth filled with drool, staring up at you desperately.

Suna's heart raced so fast that he felt lightheaded. His back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure continued to crash over him.

"Let me come inside you, please. I-I want to fill you up," he desperately begged, his voice cracking with shameless desire.

"Alright, whore, I'll spoil you today, but don't get used to it," you coo’d, coaxing his orgasm out with steady, harsh thrusts that had him moaning loudly, oblivious to the people in the next dorm trying to sleep. He was too far gone to care, the sensation of filling you up while being degraded overwhelming him. Tears threatened to fall from his lashes as he whimpered even more.

You, too, felt the coil of pleasure unwind as you rode his trembling cock, releasing sharp grunts atop him.

You let him stay inside you as he recovered from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed him. Quickly you reached for his phone on the bedside table while his eyes remained closed, unaware of your actions. But the flash of his camera made those pretty eyes snap open in surprise as you captured a breathtaking photo of the scene before you.

“Send that to me, kay?”

Maybe parties weren't so bad after all, especially when they ended like this.

[feeturemen]

[bansheeboyy]

Cocky. That’s how I’d describe Kent, as his hookup cuffed him to the bed. He hadn’t expected her to be a kinky one, but definitely wasn’t disappointed, and he was as relaxed as always as she rubbed his shirtless torso sensually. He was gonna get the ride of a lifetime from one of the hottest chicks on UCMurton campus. Cheerleader for the other University in town; no strings attached, no social pressure to look perfect as the team captain. As always, everything worked out perfectly for Kent Burton.

He unloaded about his day, his coursework, the upcoming match, lulled into a deep sense of erotic relaxation by her gentle strokes. He could be calm around Tanya. Truly relaxed. He could count on one hand the number of times they’d hooked up, but he was beginning to trust her more than anyone. She always listened, and soothed his doubts like no one could.

When her phone rang, he expected her to hang up and carry on her doting, rolling those big amber eyes that always made his stomach flutter. Instead she picked up the phone, clambering off his almost nude body and sidled to the door. ‘Yep, he’s ready. You owe me big time, James.�� His puzzled questions fell on deaf ears as she left, closing the door behind her.

One minute passed. Then two. Three. Four. All the while Kent lay there cuffed to the bed, his throbbing boner beginning to deflate in his underwear. “Tanya, that’s not funny. Uncuff me!” He tested his bonds. The bed could shake but damn was it solid. He was worried now. This wasn’t a normal phone call. What had she meant by ‘he’s ready’?

The door burst open, Kent’s eyes wide as the room flooded with guys, some of whom he recognised instantly: football players from the rival university.

“Well well, if it isn’t Captain Kent Woods, tied and tented.” Cooed James Scott, quarterback of the Marlins, and famed loose cannon. He swaggered up to Kent’s prone, exposed form - currently making the bed shake with his frantic thrashing - and perched on the bed. “I really don’t know what you were thinking, Kent. You thought you could be banging our head cheerleader and I wouldn’t hear about it? Thought I wouldn’t mind?” James shook his head, amused. “Seems like someone let his cock do the thinking instead of his head.” And he gave Kent’s upright member a twang through the underwear, smiling at the bound man’s grunt of displeasured pleasure.

“Awww, don’t look so scared, Woods. This is gonna go real simple. We’re gonna ask you some questions, annd you’re gonna answer truthfully, and in detail. We do that for a while and then we can all go on with our lives. Maybe we can even persuade Tanya to come back in here and finish you off, huh? Those balls must be Smurf colored by now.” His eyebrows waggled suggestively. Kent looked cartoonishly furious: if it were physically possible, steam would be jetting out of his ears.

“And what makes you think I’d do anything you say, you FUCKING psycho! I’m gonna kick your fucking ass if you don’t untie me in the next ten seconds!” Kent roared, but even he could see he was on the back foot here, dressed in nothing but his boxers, outnumbered, securely bound. His threats were empty, and everyone in the room knew it. James smiled, and his posse of perverts crowded closer, looming over the bed, holding things behind their backs that Kent couldn’t see.

“Now now, Kenty-poo, there’s no need for threats. We’re all pals here, no?” His face was twisted into a sadistic grin. “Now, tell us your team’s game plan for the match. Tatics, faints, areas of focus. We’re just dying to know, aren’t we boys?”

Kent scowled. “Like I would ever tell you that you dumb fucking moro—OHN!” A flicker of something up his bare right sole, there one second and gone the next, tickling like a lightning bolt, making Kent jolt in his restraints.

James’ satisfied glow was stomach-turning, and Kent - if it was possible - was getting an even worse feeling about his predicament. “God I was hoping you’d say something like that. And judging by that reaction, I think you’re going to love what we’ve got in store for your, Cap’n Crunch.”

James placed his dextrous fingers in Kent’s wide open pits and held them still, while his gang bent down and brandished their hidden weapons: feathers, makeup brushes, feather dusters, hairbrushes - it was more than Kent could take in in one glance, but every one filled him with insidious dread as they were rested on his exposed skin.

“One last chance, Kent. Are you gonna be a good boy and answer our questions, or are we gonna have to loosen those lips the fun way?”

Kent gulped. He was ticklish. He knew that, had known it for years. And now a gaggle of his rivals was seemingly about to tickle every inch of him until he spilled the beans, spewing information that would ruin his team’s hard work and dedication. This was like a waking nightmare. “Do your worst, you pansies. My lips are sealed.”

Was that a flicker of begrudging admiration in James’ eye? If it was, it was drowning beneath his look of sadistic glee. Suddenly fingers started drilling into Kent’s pits, and sides, and ribs, and thighs, and feathers began to flit between his toes, brushes licking up and down his soles, and already the lad was desperately stifling his screams. “Mmmmphhhhhahaha holy FUCK. Holy FUHUHUHUck! AhahahHAHAHA! Jesus CHRIHIHIHST! Stohohohop, STOHOHOHOHOHP!!”

The quarterback leaned in close and whispered, torturously intimate. “That’s the right answer, oh captain, my captain. God, you are so fucking ticklish. Don’t break too quick though, Kenty. I’d hate for this to end too soon…”

-/-/-/-/-

Three hours, a wetting-himself close-call, an entire team training regime and game plan spilled, and one thorough shower later, and Kent was at his own desk, fully clothed, ashamed and exhausted, working on an emergency game plan. He was gonna have to work hard to counteract the detailed intel he’d reluctantly shrieked to the Murton Marlins under tickle torture, and explaining the reason for the changes to his team was gonna be even harder. All he could do was try his best, for his team’s sake. One thing was for certain: Kent’s cock was benched until further notice.

[redz0nez9]

His frat boy era.

[menwhomakemehard]

Love dudes that love to flex.

[slagduroc]

🎉 The Slag Duroc brothers are taking tailgating to the next level! Good vibes, great friends, and endless fun. 🏈

[fratguysinwhitebriefs]

[superfinemen]

[art-of-male]

[fictionalmenxyn]

texts with frat!rafe pt.3 (Topper making a special appearance too)

[broheaven]

The angel equivalent of morning wood

[sweetchildcloud]

||Frat!party|| written by me

Plot:Gojo n' Geto but they’re frat boys at a party with you,with a lil bit of suspense on my part

Tags:Beer,drunk,party,reader is drunk,reckless,teasing

the idea was from @chu-cho from their post

P.s: in the part were the reader fell in the pool i was too lazy in how to they changed them when they came at Suguru house,sorry :p

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

“Hey, do you got an extra beer?” Satoru asks as he takes a seat next to you in a folding chair next to the pool. His head is tilted back and his white, flowing hair falls over the sides of the chair. Suguru walks up behind him and slaps Satoru on the back, nearly pushing him out of the chair. The two of them are playing around like usual.

“Yo, let me have one of those” Suguru says, grabbing your beer and taking a sip. “Thanks” he smirked as he hands you a second beer, opening it. “Satoru gets really annoying when he’s drunk” Suguru whispers quietly.

“I heard that” Satoru grumbles. “Like you don’t get irritating when you drink.”

“You get irritating when you breathe” Suguru replies playfully, handing you a beer as he gives you a small shoulder bump.

“You get irritating when you exist.”

“So do you.”

The two continue to bicker, acting like an old married couple with you stuck in the middle like an uncomfortable child.

“At least I’m still cute when I exist.”

“You’re ugly every second you breathe,” Suguru whispers with a smirk.

They both laugh, leaning back against the chair and enjoying the warmth of the summer night. You could sense something was building between them for some time but the three of you seemed so casual with it. Like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"I'm gonna take a swim" You said before jumping in the pool and the two boys only noticed only now how drunk you were as you giggled in pool floating like a dead body

The pair glanced at each other in mild concern as you float lifelessly in the water.

“Hey” Suguru chuckles nervously. The two of them walk over to the pool and lean over carefully, trying to take your arms and haul you out of the pool. You start coughing and wheezing, the water you swallowed causing you to violently hiccup as the water dribbles out of your mouth.

“Dude, what the hell?” Satoru asks, trying to hide the anger and worry in his tone as he helps Suguru pull you from the water and places you on a chair. You cough and gag for a few seconds before finally settling down. The two of them take a few steps back, looking over your body for any damages, injuries or wounds.

“How much did you drink?” Satoru asks angrily, glaring at you. Suguru doesn’t say anything, only looking at you with growing concern.

“I’m ok” you whisper quietly, shaking your head. You cough, trying to prove that you’re fine but they both see that you’re too damn drunk.

“You almost drowned, you’re not fine, dumbass” Satoru says with a huff. Suguru just sighs as he kneels down in front of you and starts feeling your face and neck.

"the game should about to start no?" You chited hiccuping

“I don’t think you should be playing a sport drunk as hell. Who knows how many beers you drank already.” Satoru sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

Suguru gives you a small push and you lean back on the chair. “We gotta get this dumbass home before he starts acting worse” Suguru mumbles under his breath.

“I’m not drunk” you mumble, but when Satoru lifts your wrist and tries to lead you back to your feet, you instantly lose balance and nearly fall over.

Suguru sighs once more, grabbing your other wrist and helping Satoru guide you out of the party area and down the driveway before you three head to the car.

You leaned onto Geto chest snuggling against his chest feeling your dizzy"i..want to play…"

“You think you’ll be able to stand long enough to even play?” Satoru mumbles. “And you’re barely able to string together a sentence” he adds, shaking his head.

Suguru chuckles softly as you lean against his chest. He holds you close, his arm around you as he rubs your side with his free hand. “You’re getting too affectionate” Satoru grumbles quietly but Suguru only chuckles again.

“Shut up” Suguru chuckles softly as he keeps rubbing your side. “They're so cute when they're drunk” he mumbles, leaning over your head to whisper that.

“I’m not cute” you mumble, but you smile to yourself as you lean your head back against his chest.

“Yeah, you are” Suguru chuckles.

“I’m also an idiot” you mumble, but he chuckles again and leans against you back.

Satoru glares at you both for a moment and grunts, but gives up when the two don’t respond to him. He keeps his eyes on the road, watching the two of you lean up against each other like an actual couple.

“So, where do you live?” Suguru chuckles softly as he keeps leaning against you. His free hand shifts to your lower back, his fingers playfully tapping against your cheeks before rubbing your shoulder.

You don’t answer immediately, not really sure if you want to answer or not considering how much alcohol you’ve had. “Uh” you mumble, trying to find the right words before you stutter and decide to go the easy route. “Your place?”

“Huh?” Suguru glances back to you, his brow slightly furrowed, not really sure if he heard you correctly. “You what?” he mumbles, trying to get you to say it again.

“Your place” you mumble again.

Suguru laughs, his hand traveling up your lower back and up to your waist with a playful grin. “My place” he chuckles. “Guess we know who you’ll be sleeping with tonight” he adds jokingly, teasingly elbowing you in your side.

“Hey!” you protest, laughing as he elbows you.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Suguru teases, leaning his head against your back and rubbing your side and waist with his hand. “You’ll be asleep in my bed tonight” he mumbles, not really asking for confirmation.

Satoru rolls his eyes but doesn’t comment on their flirty conversation, staying silent and focusing on the road. It takes another fifteen minutes for them to reach Suguru’s house, the three of you pulling into the driveway.

“Well, we’re here” Satoru grunts as he parks the car, killing the engine.

“Mm” you mumble, leaning your head against Suguru chest as you’re practically limp in his arms due to the amount of alcohol you drank.

Satoru rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything as they head inside the house. Suguru leads you through the hallway and opens the door to his bedroom, carrying you and setting you on his bed.

“Comfy” you murmur softly, leaning onto your side slightly and stretching, your eyes closing for a few seconds. Suguru smiles gently as he pulls back the blanket and covers your body before tucking you in.

The room goes silent, Suguru only glancing over at you a few times. “You sure you wanna sleep in my bed instead of the guest room?” he asks quietly.

“Uh-huh” you mumble, your voice barely coherent. You try to roll over to your back but you end up falling onto your side again. “Your bed” you mutter with a drunken grin.

Satoru can’t help but roll his eyes once more as he watches you. He folds his arms and leans against the wall, his eyes on you as you try to settle in bed.

“Fine then, guess I gotta deal with your stinking ass in my bed tonight” Suguru grumbles, sounding more like a pouty toddler than a serious adult.

You laugh quietly to yourself, finding his complaining adorable as you try to settle into the bed again. You fail once more, falling back onto your side with a small grin on your lips.

“Jesus” Suguru groans, his hands on his hips as he watches you try and fail to settle into the bed. “How many beers did you drink?” he asks, sounding exasperated.

“Uh…” you mumble, not able to recall the exact amount of alcohol you drank. “Like…” you pause “eight…nine?” you mumble as you try to remember.

“NINE?” Suguru asks, raising his voice slightly. “Are you trying to kill yourself or somethin’?”

You let out a soft giggle and shake your head, your expression growing soft. “Nuh uh” you explain with a drunken grin.

“Then why did you drink that much?” Suguru questions sternly as he takes a few steps towards you.

Your only reply is a drunken grin and shaking your head, but his tone doesn’t seem to faze you.

“Because…” you mumble with another drunken grin as you try to find the right answer. “It’s…fun” you explain with a small chuckle, shaking your head again and trying another attempt to roll back onto your back.

“Because being dumb is fun?” Suguru asks, still sounding exasperated.

“Yyyyep” you answer with a grin that shows nothing but arrogance. The alcohol has definitely taken a hold over you and Sugura doesn’t seem impressed by your current self.

“Man, you’re really acting like an idiot tonight” Suguru mumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You try to respond but you can’t form the right words, so you do the only thing you know-you grin cheekily, finding it funny that you’re currently acting like a complete idiot because of your intoxication.

“You’re lucky that you’re actually cute when you act all dumb and idiotic” Suguru mutters, his tone still slightly annoyed.

“I am?” you ask with an amused grin, the alcohol getting to you, making you more bold and careless than you normally are.

Your innocent, drunken grin causes Suguru’s expression to soften as he lets out a small chuckle, finding your behavior amusing despite his annoyance. “Yeah, you are” he mumbles.

You don’t respond but instead you try to grab his arm but miss terribly and instead, you end up waving your hand vaguely in his direction.

“You alright?” Suguru frowns, finding your attempt to grab his arm completely precious and adorable.

“Yeeup!” you slur, your eyes closing for a few seconds. A few seconds pass and you open your eyes, grinning once more and reaching for his arm this time, successfully grabbing his wrist.

“There we go” Suguru chuckles and pulls you closer, his free hand patting your head gently. “There we go.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you lean into his touch. Your fingers slip out of his grasp and you grab onto his hand tightly, squeezing it softly as he pats your head again.

“Cute” Suguru mumbles, his hand squeezing yours as he rubs your arm once more and leans you against his chest.

“I’m not cute” you mumble in response, closing your eyes.

“Yes you are” Suguru replies, smiling softly as he keeps rubbing your arm. “And the alcohol’s making you cuter.”

“Am not” you mumble, still with your eyes closed and not making much of an effort to argue with him.

“Mm" Suguru chuckles, his fingers still rubbing your arm. “If you’re not cute then how come I want to take you to bed so badly?” he questions, teasingly.

The words send a shiver through your body and your face flushes. You’re not sure how to answer the question even if you were sober, but your drunken state makes sure your brain doesn’t function correctly and your mind goes blank.

A few seconds pass before you mumble “Cause…” you trail off, unable to find the right words to answer him.

Suguru laughs softly as you trail off, his fingers still rubbing the same spot on your arm. “Cause?” he mumbles, nudging you a little and trying to get you to answer the question. “Tell me why I want to take you to bed so badly.”

Your mind is struggling to find the right words right now and you’re definitely a little too intoxicated to actually come up with a response. “Cause you…you’re…” you trail off, your face getting redder with each syllable you let out.

Satoru only chuckles and squeezes your arm, keeping his free hand rested against your cheeks, his thumb caressing against your cheek softly.

“Because you’re…? finish your sentence” he mumbles, his fingers now tapping your cheek with his thumb as he prompts you to continue speaking.

You smile softly, finding the way he’s touching you affectionate. “I don’t know” you mumble, closing your eyes in a drunken attempt to regain focus.

“You don’t know?” he mumbles, his fingers continuing to tap against your cheek and his thumb rubbing against your jaw. “Then I might as well tell you why, right?”

Your intoxicated mind could only nod and he grins excitedly. “I want to take you to bed because you’re cute. And adorable. And you’re so small I could just pick you up and throw you onto the bed. And once I put you there you’ll be helpless and I can do whatever I want with you.”

You feel your face get redder as his words hit a sensitive spot within you. The alcohol has your body heated up to the point it makes you want to just lay there and let him do whatever he wants with you.

"Y-yeah…" you mumble with a drunken grin, still barely able to function in your current state but definitely willing to let Suguru take advantage of you.

“Good” he smiles, his fingers stopping as he grabs your hands and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his body. Now he can feel just how warm your body is and he can barely believe how much the alcohol has affected you.

His grin only widens as he pulls you even more close to him. “So, I guess I can just pick you up and take you to my bed so I can take advantage of you. Sound good?”

“Yep!” you confirm with a grin, closing your eyes for a few seconds as you let the alcohol take control of your actions.

You’re not entirely sure about how much Suguru really intends to do with you but you’re definitely more than willing to let him do it, whatever it is. Even if the alcohol is making you act stupid, you know you trust him enough to let him do whatever he wants with you.