virtual-bunny

[virtual-bunny]

“You’re growing a mustache.”

You slap your hand over your mouth, eyes growing wide as you slowly turned to look at your best friend nerd! gojo as he is inches away from your face, his eyes looking at you over his glasses.

“What are you saying.” Your voice comes out muffled, turning away from him and grabbing a small compact mirror you have in your bag.

“Your upper lip looks darker, you need to shave it or something.” You scoff, but when you look closer at yourself in the mirror, he was right. Gojo leaned away from your face, his back leaning against the chair, closing his eyes and crossing his arms around his chest, shrugging.

“No boy would wanna kiss that.” He says and your neck almost snaps at his comment, you squint your eyes at the annoying boy next you. Gojo almost looks proud of himself for that comment, his shoulders doing a little shake as he grins, his eyes still closed.

“You’re right, a boy like you wouldn’t kiss me, but a man like…. Suguru would.” You grin at yourself and take out a razor from your bag and start to slowly shave off the hairs, concentrated on the mirror.

Gojo’s eyes snap open and he turned to look at you like you just said the most offensive thing in the world.

“Wha-pssh. I-I’m more of a man than that… LOSER!” Gojo sputters, eyes crazy wide. You roll your eyes, still shaving your hairs off, not looking at him.

“Whatever you say mister ‘my girl friend has more hair than I ever will’.” You cackle to yourself, knowing that it hit a nerve for Gojo as you watch him from the corner of your eye that his eye twitched.

And before you know it, Gojo grabs you by the chin to look at him, he pauses for a second, looking at your eyes, then plants a loooooong kiss on your lips. You’re dumbfounded, razor in one hand, mirror on the other, and half mustache gone as Gojo pumps his chest and grins at you.

“Who’s the boy now? HAH!”

a/n: i forgot to shave my upper lip hair and this morning when i woke up and went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror i almost jump scared myself. I hadn’t shave it off in three weeks.

[virtual-bunny]

The Experiment

in which your friends from mortkranken ask for your help in an experiment

word count: 5.7k+

pairings: jiro x fem! reader x yuri (not really)

content. MDNI, oral, mating press, non-con (not really only if you squint), squirting, protected sex, vouyerism (on yuri’s part), finger sucking, doggy, fingering, clit stimulation, making out, mentions of scars (on jiro’s part), overstimulation

a/n: HWHEHEHHEHEHE, lowkey only read this once, probably a lot of errors, this probably sucks booty. dedicated too my fellow guild member’s who helped me get out of procrastination *WINK* also why is it so stupidly hard to make the text gradient color. I HATE CODING

“Y/n… are you sure you should go? what if I go with you..?” Kaito asked, walking behind you, Lucas walking beside you as he studied your face. “I will be going too Y/n, Mortkranken is not too trustable these-“

“HEY! WHO INVITED YOU?” Kaito screeched. You sighed, stopping in your tracks, making Kaito bump into you and stumble backwards.

“I’ll be fine guys. I’ve been to Mortkranken multiple times, the only thing I need to worry about is the dead bodies Yuri just lays around.” You shiver at the memory from your first mission with Mort, shaking your head.

“B-but what if Franken-eek! I-I mean Jiro or that mad scientist hurt you?” Kaito looked down at you, worry in his eyes. Lucas had an unreadable look on him, but his brows were knitted in deep thought.

“Kaito- I promise I'll be fine.” You groan, turning around to continue walking towards the Mortkranken building. 

“Y/n wait-" you turned around briskly, annoyed expression in your face as you looked at your taller friends.

“I hate to judge, but please- if anything happens text one of us.” Lucas frowned down at you with a weary smile. Seeing that your friends were genuinely concerned, you sighed. 

“I will, but again, I promise nothing will happen. I know Jiro and Yuri enough, they wouldn’t want to hurt me.” You gave the pair a reassuring smile and started walking away.

Upon entering the Mortkranken house, you were greeted with none other than student’s running around and others in lab coats filling up cups and mixing liquids together. You pass by them, walking towards the door that led you to the official lab that Yuri and Jiro worked at most, if not, all the time.

You knock on the wooden door four times, taking a step back as you heard heavy footsteps at the opposite end.

The door creaks open, and there appears Jiro, his back hunched as he walks out the door to open it for you.

“Oh, Y/n, you’re here.” He nodded at you and gestured for you to come in. You hear the door shut as Jiro leads the way towards the basement lab.

“Hi Jiro!” You say to his back, briskly following behind him as his long legs stomped on the ground.

“Yuri should have everything ready by now,” Jiro says in his deadpan voice, lowering his head as he opened the basement door. You bowed your head to him and walked into the room. You knew only personals could be in here, you felt a little special knowing you were one of them.

The scribble of pen on paper started to ring through your ears as you deeper walked into the basement, turning a corner you were met with Yuri at his desk, scribbling down something on his notepad, eyebrows creased. Jiro walked past you, stepping in front of Yuri’s desk.

“She’s here.” 

With a startled yelp, Yuri jumped from his chair, pen dropping to the floor, his eyes wide.

“Jiro! You could’ve at least told me you were on your way!” Yuri yelled, angry expression on his face as he bent down to pick up his pen. You awkwardly stood behind Jiro, hoping for a moment that Yuri wouldn’t notice you.

“I did-”

“And YOU-”

You squeak. 

“YOU! Did you not see the messages I sent?!” Yuri was now on his feet, picking up papers and other notebooks from his desk and shoving them to the drawer.

“M-messages?” Jiro had stepped away from you, and now you were met with Yuri’s cold gaze as he circled around his desk to stand in front of you.

“Yes. I told you to come with a comfortable outfit, and you’re wearing your UNIFORM!” Yuri exclaims, grabbing the arm sleeve of your vest and dropping your arm. You winced, your head following Yuri as he walked over to one of the many cabinets in the basement.

You watched as he grumbled underneath his breath, digging through the drawers.

“Ah-ha!” Yuri turns around, showing you and Yuri a pair of baby blue pijama shirt and blue plaid pijama pants. 

“Those are mine.” Jiro states, face blank but a hint of confusion in his voice. Yuri glares at him but says nothing, walking to you and throwing Jiro’s clothes at you. Pointing at the corner of the room where there was a small round curtain, Yuri grits, “change.”

While you changed, you could hear Yuri and Jiro talking but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. Folding your clothes and setting the next to the small round table inside the changing curtain, you stepped out, careful to not trip over the pants. Yuri’s voice comes to a stop as he hears you walking back to them, clearing his voice and turning to you.

“Sooo, why exactly am I here for?” You asked, watching as Jiro moved a couch closer to Yuri’s desk, making you frown. Yuri cleared his throat, looking away from you as he gather a new clipboard and pen.

“Well-“

“We are going to have intercourse.”

It’s as if the world stopped turning. You hear nothing but silence for what felt like forever. Yuri’s face was now pink, Jiro standing straight and looking at you with no expression on his face as he let out those words.

“N-no! I-I mean yes! B-But of course- you have to agree and c-consent.” Yuri stuttered, shoving the pen and clipboard he was just holding at you. With eyes wide and mouth slightly hanging open, you looked down at the form in front of you. It read;

“I hereby consent and agree to have sexual intercourse with Jiro Kirisaki; Second year at Darwick Academy from Mortkranken house in order to fulfill an ongoing body experiment to ensure Mr. Kirosaki’s body is able to function correctly.”

You stare blankly at the paper, then slowly looking up to meet both Yuri’s and Jiro’s gaze.

“This test is simply to know if Jiro-kun is able to have sexual intercourse and to see if it can improve his health.” Yuri was bright red, but still (barely) had the confidence he always does in his voice.

“But- I- why- w-why m-me?” You were flustered, or embarrassed, you didn’t know.

“Well, we were going to use a doll but the doll cannot express how it feels, so as inspector, you were one of our only options.” Yuri now had his arms crossed, head held up high, while Jiro, was still standing there unamused.

“B-but, this doesn’t say what I have to do…” You look back at the paper, the only thing left was the sign to write down your signature.

“Because you DON’T have to do anything, u-unless y-you and J-Jiro want to.” Yuri’s face was back to pink, clearing his throat as he looked away from you.

You look back again at the paper.

“I-i-is it… gonna–y’know– h-hurt.” You look at Jiro, then back at Yuri, blinking.

“My penis will not hurt you because we will be using lubricant.” Jiro spoke up, making you and Yuri flinch. The way Jiro spoke so calmly and with no care made you cringe just a tiny bit, but after all he is a… professional, if that’s what you would even call it.

“We do not have a long time honor student. So either sign it or scram.” Yuri was back to glaring at you, tapping his foot impatiently. You, though, still had more questions.

“Doesn’t Jiro have memory loss… how does he know how sex-“

“I tasked Jiro to watch videos.” Yuri puffed out his chest, as if proud of himself.

“YOU MADE HIM WATCH PORN?!” You covered your mouth in shock. 

“WE don’t have enough time for more explanations! Sign the form or LEAVE!” Yuri was now visibly annoyed, you blink, sigh and look down at the form for the millionth time, then signing your name and the date, hoping to God that Zenji was not here. Yuri looked as if he didn’t expect you to do so, but grabbed the clipboard and pen off your hands, setting it on his desk.

“Let us begin.”

Jiro had told you to lay down on the couch he had set up in front of Yuri’s desk, your head was against the arm rest, your legs on top of Jiro’s also as he sat down, settling his hands on top of your legs.

“Now Jiro-kun, remember you FIRST have to build up the steam, then you start going in.” Yuri was sat on his desk, scribbling down something on his notebook. 

“Okay.” Jiro turned to look at you, moving your legs off his lap, then suddenly climbed ontop of you, hovering over you, his glasses somehow sitting still on his nose.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He says, almost a whisper, and you swore you saw a small smirk trying to appear on his lips. You nod, face hot.

 “O-okay.”

It’s something you have never felt before. Jiro closed his eyes, leaning into you, his lips connecting with yours. His lips were soft but cold, he tasted like nothing, but his smell was musky but also sweet. You closed your eyes finally and started to move your lips too, moving around a bit to be more comfortable. You tried keeping up with Jiro’s rhythm, it was almost as if he was experienced.

“Jiro grab her hips.” You hear Yuri command. Jiro’s cold hands were now at your hips and you swore you felt him squeeze just barely. Out of instinct, you put your hands on Jiro’s shoulders, moving your head to kiss him from a different angle.

Jiro broke the kiss, slightly panting as a string of saliva connected the both of you. You almost moan at Jiro’s face; face barely pink, bangs almost sweaty, and lips red and puffy.

“How was that?” Jiro asked, looking at you but you didn’t feel the question directed at you.

“Not enough, change positions.” Yuri almost demands, but as Jiro sits up, you stay in place, blinking, trying to process what just happened. You hear Yuri say your name but do nothing, and suddenly, you feel two strong arms grab your back, pulling you up, and now, you were face to face with Jiro, straddling him.

“You should move your hips when I kiss you.” Jiro says, no life behind his eyes, but you swear you see a small smirk playing on his lips again.

“Uh-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Jiro crashed his lips with yours, this time with a little more force. You yelp, eyes wide, but then you feel Jiro rubbing your back slowly, making you less tensed. You relax into the kiss, closing your eyes and opening your mouth just slightly, and Jiro took this as an opportunity.

His tongue explored the inside of your mouth, your tongue involuntarily moving along with his. The kiss was loud now, Jiro was now humming, his hands back on your hips, your arms around his shoulders as you pushed yourself closer to his lips.

After a while, Jiro pulled away, his glasses slightly foggy, panting, and his lips wet. You stare at him, your chest heaving, and finally, the smirk on his lips was now fully visible.

“You’re grinding on me.” Jiro almost laughs, and you both look down, and surely enough, your hips were moving. You stop, embarrassment filling your chest. Jiro moves a strand of hair from your face, making you flinch slightly.

“If you’re tense we cannot get to the end of this experiment.” Jiro says back to his normal deadpanned voice. You nod, looking between you and him, slightly moving yourself, and as you did, you gasped as you felt something poke your crotch.

Jiro looked at you, studying your face for something. You look up at him, and you just nod, as if confirming.

“I’m going to take off your shirt now.” Jiro announces, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, exposing him to your bare chest and baby pink bra. The cool touch of Jiro’s finger made you slightly flinch, but it also didn’t help that your heart was about to explode out of your chest.

“You have to take off my shirt too.” Your thoughts were silenced as Jiro spoke up, tossing your shirt to the side. You nod, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, his hands leaving your hips for just a moment to put his hands up. 

It was not the first time you had seen Jiro’s bare chest. It was covered with scars and toned abs. His shoulders were muscular yet pale. You swallow harshly, your cheeks getting hot as you and Jiro made skin to skin contact. There was a pause, like if the both of you did not know what to do next. 

“Are you wet yet?” Jiro asked, and although you should get used to his abruptness in words, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

“Uh-I-I don’t know.” You say looking away from him. You turn around and see Yuri scribbling down on his note book, but his eyes are on you and Jiro, examining you both. You turn back to Jiro, unable to form words. Jiro hummed, his fingers playing with the waistband of your (his) pants. His hand slides down inside of your pants, making you start breathing heavily. Jiro took his time, his hand hovering over your panties. He could feel the warmth of your pussy already, he didn't cup or touch, just hovered, studying your expressions on your face as you still, refused to look at him. 

“The subject is embarrassed, shallow breathing and dilated pupils.” Jiro notes, and you hear Yuri scribble faster. Something about being… tested on, made your clit throb, knowing that you were part of such a vulgar experiment made you feel like putty. 

You feel one of his fingers slightly caress your inner thigh, moving up and down softly and slow as if studying you. You swallow, looking at Jiro too, the both of you stare at each other, both of your eyes saying many things yet no words come out. 

Then, with his middle finger, Jiro dragged his finger between your folds, up and down. Your breath hitches, hand flying to his forearm. He continued his movements, momentarily stopping at your clit, but not moving. “Are you feeling aroused?” Jiro’s bluntness didn’t surprise you anymore, but all you could do was nod shyly. Jiro continued to rub you, momentarily stopping right at your entrance.

“I am going to insert my fingers now-” 

“W-wait-ah!” One slender finger slides into your pussy, the coldness of Jiro’s finger and the warmth of your insides give you a satisfying feeling. Jiro pumped his finger in and out, studying your expression. 

You throw your head back when Jiro announces he’s gonna insert another finger in you, now tightly holding onto his wrist, panting at the fullness. 

“F-faster.” You whisper, not even sure if Jiro heard you. 

“Okay.” Jiro mummers. You moan out loud at the sudden change in pace, Jiro was so close to that spot, it was driving you instance. Two fingers in you and your pussy was already coating his hand, your white juices spilling out like if they had been held captive inside you for a long time.

Jiro takes his hand off you, looking at his hand, before directing it at his mouth, You and Yuri gasp when Jiro pops one of his fingers into his mouth.

“I don’t feel any sickness.” Jiro turns to Yuri after a second, then Jiro turns to you “You should try to." Jiro doesn’t give you a second to even agree before he shoves his finger in your mouth. You let out a noise of surprise. Jiro chuckled, sliding his finger out of your mouth with a “pop!” and directs his hand back to you cunt, his thumb rubbing up and down on your clit.

“How do his hands feel, honor roll?”

You whimper, still processing hoe bold Jiro was to shove his finger in your mouth, and how, apparently, Yuri didn't notice. As you're holding onto Jiro’s broad shoulders, his attention is on your cunt and his fingers back inside you. The both of you watch the way his fingers slide in out of you, Jiro’s mouth a bit open, but face still emotionless.

“Okay Jiro! That's enough!” Yuri exclaims, and Jiro, looking from you to Yuri, stops, making you whine. 

“That should be enough preparation, both of you, take off your pants.” Yuri motions with his pen, pointing at you after. “Lay down on the other side of the sofa for a better position!” You slowly slide off you (Jiro's) pants, setting hanging them on the couch.

“For this next part of the experiment, Jiro will be giving you oral sex.” You bumped your head with the armrest of the sofa. How can they be so normal about this? Do they not know you feel just a tiny bit of embarrassment? Why are they being so quick? How come-

You feel shuffling underneath you, looking up you see Jiro quite literally almost naked, the only thing covering his body was his boxers. You watch him as he lays down on his stomach, putting his arms under your thighs, and you yelp when he pushes them open and settles his face inches away from your core. You watch as Jiro looks in a trance, his ruby eyes concentrated on your pussy.

But once he feels your gaze on him, he looks up, eyes hooded…

And after a second of just staring at each other, Jiro grins, big, this time an obvious smile on his face, and before you could react, you hear him say;

“Starting oral now.”

Jiro pushes your panties to the side with one finger, and in the next moment, he is licking up from your slit to clit, continuously. You don’t bother to look at him, your head thrown back and hands unsure where to go. Jiro doesn't change his pace, his slow licks reaching your hole. You wanted more, you wanted him to shove his tongue in you, but you didn't say anything. You whine and moan at the stimulation, the way Jiro’s soft tongue is driving you insane. You can feel your stomach burning, your toes curling, your hips moving on their own. 

“F-fu-fuck.” You whimper, unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you grab Jiro’s head, grinding yourself on his face. You look down at him, and Jiro is already staring at you, and before you can look away, his tongue starts lapping at your entrance, then Jiro curls his tongue inside. 

You jerk your hips up, a strong hand pressed down on your stomach, stopping you from moving too much. You moan, closing your eyes shut as the pleasurable sensation takes over your body. 

“Y/n! What are you feeling?” You hear Yuri shout, but you can’t even think or process what he is saying, because all your body and mind can think about how Jiro’s tongue feels, how his movements are giving you a type of pleasure you haven’t felt before.

“Aaugh-b-b-burns g-g-goooooood.” You groan, bucking your hips up as Jiro starts licking you again, and after a few more minutes, Yuri tells him to stop. Jiro lifts his face up from your pussy, and the sight of him gives you shivers down your spine. 

Jiro’s hair was messy, his eyes were dilated, his mouth and chin were glistening, his cheeks were red, and his nose had a small glint of white liquid. 

You pant, unable to move or think. You were so close, so so close.

“We will now continue with penetration. If it hurts, if you feel any signs of discomfort, let us know.” Yuri walks over to Jiro, handing him a condom and a bottle of what you could guess was lube. Jiro sits up, grabbing the items from Yuri. Jiro and you make eye contact as he puts his thumbs around his waist band, and slowly, pulls down his boxers.

You almost gasp as his cream colored cock sprung up, a very soft smack hitting his stomach. Jiro’s dick was long, veiny and almost thick enough to not fit. His tip was the perfect shade of blushy pink with the base creamy white, and his balls were hanging low, almost heavy. You couldn't help but look back at him, eyes hooded, almost pleading. Unconsciously, you began to open your legs more, and Jiro doesn’t waste time pulling his boxers all the way down and settling directly between your legs.

“If at any moment you need to tap out, just say so.” Yuri says causally as you hear Jiro open the bottle of lube. He looks at you and hovers the opening of the bottle above your entrance. 

“It’s going to be cold.” He says deadpanned and squeezes out the liquid. You watch as the lube slides down to your pussy, and gasp when Jiro uses two fingers to spread it around. Your breath hitches at the feeling, closing your eyes for a second, but when you open them, you see Jiro opening the condom and sliding it on his dick. 

You prop yourself again, realization and nerves kicking in as you stare at the ceiling. 

“Hey,” your thoughts are interrupted by Jiro calling out to you. You move your head and make eye contact with him. Your heart skips a beat when he leans down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“It’ll help you release stress.” Jiro grabs the base of his dick and starts sliding inside you. You whimper, your hands covering your mouth as the forging feeling takes over your body. You feel so stretched out as Jiro slowly keeps sliding inside you. You pant, head thrown back as he pushes his hips towards you slowly, the burning stretch almost making you cry.

“Pest, speak, what are you feeling.” You hear Yuri ask. You groan, eyes opening, looking at Jiro involuntarily and you almost come right there, Jiro’s face was flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his pupils blown. He looks at you and says nothing, expression unreadable.

“F-feels stretched,” You whimper as Jiro moves deeper, and then you realize that he’s not even half way in. You want to scream, you feel so full it hurts, but it hurts so good. Jiro pushes in deeper and you squeak, hands trying to grab anything, and with one final push, Jiro hits your cervix, stretching you out fully like you’ve never had.

And as he feels you clench around him, Jiro groans, throwing his head down. Yuri is fast to notice this and speaks up.

“Jiro-kun! What is it? What are you feeling?" Yuri is about to leave his desk and walk over to the two of you, but both you and Yuri almost gasp when Jiro slowly moves his head up, a grin on his face and fucked out face.

“She’s tight.” 

Jiro pulls out, and slowly slams back to you, his tip hitting your cervix painfully and repeatedly slow. You moan, grabbing the back of the armchair as your body jiggles at Jiro’s rhythm. Jiro sits up straight, his hand moving to your hips without warning and gets a better grip on your body. You buck your hips, the change in angle making the both of you groan. 

“F-fuck.” You cry out, your body unconsciously fucking his cock. You're desperate, wanting something more.

“J-Jiro.” You whimper, small tears starting to form in your eyes as the pleasure becomes unbearable, you feel like you’re going insane.

And Jiro knows. He knows by the way he can almost feel your guts. He knows by the way you suddenly grip his forearms. He knows by the way your eyes are starting to get foggy in lust.

“Change positions. You, now hover about Jiro and sit on his… penis.” Yuri suddenly says, whispering the last part. When Jiro hears this he stops almost instantly, and you whine, almost kicking your feet as Jiro pulls out, leaving you empty. Jiro looks at you, helping your wobbly legs up as he sits down, man spread on the couch, waiting for you to sit on him.

With slow movements, you slowly lower yourself down on his cock, your hands grabbing his broad and strong shoulders as the new stretched feeling overrides you. You moan, throwing your head back and back arching as Jiro’s cock nuzzles comfortably on your sweet spot.

“If you can’t bounce anymore, don’t worry, I can do it for you.” Jiro whispers in your ear, and once he does, his hands are on your hips as he guides you up and down on his dick, hitting the same spot over and over.

You hid your face on his neck, arms around his neck as your hips moved up and down uncontrollably, almost desperate l. You could hear Jiro’s breathing hitch every time your hips slam back down. You were like an animal in heat, the pool of saliva starting to form in your mouth quickly at the sensation.

You bounce on him, shakily and embarrassed as Jiro is practically staring at you. You could see it in his eyes he was feeling something, but he didn’t say or do anything, just kept his hands in your hips as you cried dumb on his dick.

“Change position again. Jiro-kun, do the same position as before, but this time put her legs up.” Yuri speaks up, and you groan again, just wanting to stay in just one position. Your body was tense and your pussy and clot were beating, waiting to have this tension be released.

You were back under Jiro, except this time, he had your legs rested on his shoulder as you cried at the mean mating press he had you in. You hair was starting to stick in your face from your sweat and tears as you felt the inside of your body turn.

You were so into the feeling that you didn’t even notice Jiro was now panting heavily and moaning and groaning ever so softly. His glasses were gone now, his ruby eyes staring at you, his mouth open with a small twitch on the corner of his mouth.

“J-Jiro.” You moan, without even thinking, you reach to grab his hips. You feel the softness and toughness of his scars, without thinking to gently rub them; and all of the sudden, Jiro moans out loud, his hips stuttering and stop mid thrust. You and Yuri quickly look up to look at Jiro, and you are quick to take your hand off and Yuri basically teleports next to Jiro to look at his scars, gauze and stitch already in hand, but to Yuri’s surprise, nothing is open, there is no blood.

Jiro looks at you puzzled, then slowly turns to Yuri. “I… I think her touching my scars… gives me excitement.” Jiro says deadpanned. You and Yuri freeze. You’re not sure how to react, but curiosity won and you slowly caressed the scar again. Both you and Jiro moan, Jiro moans at your touch, and you as Jiro thrusts in you.

“K-keep doing that.” With another thrust, Jiro continues fucking you, bending your legs more forward, making you cry out as you grip on his hip, thumb messily rubbing his scar. You can hear Yuri scribbling down on his notepad and his footsteps leaving.

Jiro groans softly as your legs start to quiver, eyes rolling back and gasping when Jiro angles his col and hits your g spot repeatedly at a brutal pace. The air in your lungs gets knocked out, you start clawing at his arms, nails digging deep in his muscled arms. You could feel your body heat up, the smack of your body and Jiro’s becoming sticky.

“A-augh- Ji-Jiiiroooo-s-so g-goooood-“ you cry out, feeling your core starting to burn, you squeeze around him, and Jiro almost bottoms out, he’s panting heavily, his eyes glued on you. “Do that again.” Jiro rasps out, and you and Yuri look at him nervously.

“D-do-oh fuck- do what?” You question, a whine ripping out of your throat as Jiro moves your body so now you are laying on your side.

“Squeeze me.” He looks down at you, his thrusts never stopping.

So you squeeze, at least you think you do, because Jiro starts fucking you faster, this time with more need and more energy. You let out a wanton moan, covering your mouth and eyes going wide, but with the way Jiro is pounding into you like his life depended on it, you scream, gushing out liquid before you could even process it.

Your body shakes, thigh violently trembling and hand going up to Jiro’s arm in a way to stop him as he fucks you through your orgasam, but he doesn’t stop even when you keep on moaning, he doesn’t stop even when you feel like your body is about to break, because after all, this was about him.

Yuri stands up quickly again, walking to examine the both of you. He stands behind where your head is resting as he watches Jiro rub your clit in fast circles, his hips snapping into you. You feel like you're about to break, you don’t know how much you can handle, your hands are grabbing anything they can for some sort of comfort, you grab onto two arms, you hear something drop but you don’t pay any mind to it. The hands you grab are pulled by you closer, setting them on your boobs. Orgasam tears spill from your eyes as two cold hands shakily stay put holding your chest, you squeeze the hands, making them squeeze your boobs, and you moan again, the build up in your core starting again.

Your pussy was squelching at every thrust Jiro made, your pussy a white mess. Jiro didn’t stop, but in a second his movements became slower, making you open your tired eyes. That’s when you realized, Jiro’s hands were holding your hip and leg. You look up, only to see a stunned and red faced Yuri looking down at you. You’re not sure at first what he looks so stunned about, until you realize that the hands that are cupping your tits are Yuri’s. You don’t say anything, you just let go of his hands, and he slowly pulls away too, bending down to grab his clipboard as Jiro pulls you closer to him, and without any warning, your second orgasam hits, white liquid spilling all over Jiro’s stomach and legs. 

Jiro looks up, still pouring into you. “Focus, Yuri.” Jiro says, moaning softly at your gushy walls. Yuri gulps, turning away and going back to his desk.

You can feel your body going limp, and it’s clear Jiro does too, because next thing you know, he’s pulling out of you, moving your body so now you’re on all fours. And as you feel Jiro slowly sliding back in, you whine, throwing your head back to his chest. Jiro sneaks his hand over your chest, cupping your boobs, while the other arm bubs your chest, holding you up. 

The rhythm of your breath, his hips, and his quiet moans fill up the room. You can’t hear Yuri scribbling anymore, you can’t hear yourself anymore, you can’t think anymore.

Your bliss was interrupted by Yuri’s screeching voice.

“Honor roll! Focus” Yuri snapped his fingers, pen held with his other hand. “What are you feeling?” You gasp and arch your back more, eyes screwing shut at how Jiro’s cockhead kept hitting that certain spot.

“G-good. F-feels like- ahl-like pressure but-mmm- good-!” You let out a wanton moan, feeling Jiro’s cock twitch inside your cunt. You refused to look back at Jiro, him not having his glasses on made him look like a completely different person, it didn’t scare you, but you knew if you looked at him, you would cum sooner than you wanted, again.

“Jiro, how do you feel? Any signs of sickness?” Yuri doesn’t look up from his notepad as he vigorously writes something down. Jiro slowly pushes himself in and out of you, his mouth a gape. 

“No, I don’t. I feel perfectly fine.” He groans, pushing his cock back right into you.

You cry out as another short orgasam hits you, cross-eyed and dazed almost cartoonishly once you do. Your throat ripping with a sob at the feeling of Jiro’s cock going a few inches deeper, even though he wasn’t even trying to go deeper. You were so overstimulated that you only could chant his name.

Yuri, on the other hand, had no idea what to do. It was clear neither you or Jiro were in the “experiment state” anymore, so all Yuri could do was focus and watch both your actions and scribble them down.

“Ah-hah-” Jiro panted, turning you around again so he was hovering above you again, looking down at your fucked out face. He reached out to your face and moved a hair strand out of the way, slowly caressing your check with his pointer finger before he dragged it down to your mouth. You instantly opened your mouth and sucked his finger, tongue swirling and licking it. 

“J-Jiro-Jiro-” you chanted his name, at this point, you had no clue or cared what Yuri was telling you, you were only focused on how good Jiro was hitting your spot. You feel Jiro lean down to your war, his breathing becoming raspier, his thrust becoming slower.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He whispers in your ear, and then he thrusts harder and deeper, another orgasam builds inside you as Jiro’s thrusts become desperate. 

“F-fuuu-fuck! Mmm- J-Jiro, m-more!”  You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. Jiro chuckles dryly and looks down at you.

“Yeah?” He asks, and then he cums, hard. Jiro thrusts into you with force, pushing your hips closer to his as he comes inside you with the condom still on. You gasp and cum for the nth time, this time your heart was beating fast. Jiro buried his cock deep inside you, and when both of your orgasams calmed down, Jiro’s breath became heavy. He looks down at you and moves more hair out of your face. His hands lingers on your cheek, and as he lets himself keep his touch on you, Jiro slowly turns to look at Yuri, chest heaving, bangs sweaty and sticky, and Yuri who looked too flushed to even think.

“Experiment successful.”

[virtual-bunny]

Stains and Insecurities

a/n: another tsukki x chubby reader period fic. i think im projecting LMAO

pairings: timeskip tsukishima x fem chubby! reader

WARNINGS: body image issues

At the beginning of your relationship, you were very weary about the way you showed your affection to Tsukishima. He was tall, lean, with toned muscles. While you were the complete opposite, short, chubby, round tummy. It took you a while to start resting your head on his lap, which he thought was absurd. Tsukishima wasn’t big on affection, but when he realized you weren’t giving him affection, he swallowed his pride and tried to do it so you could start doing it too.

It started off small, you would lay your head on his chest while laying between his legs whenever he put an arm around your shoulder, you let him help you up from the floor whenever you sat down on his bedroom rug. What you wouldn’t do, though, was sit on his lap, you were terrified. In your mind, if Tsukishima felt your weight, you thought he would break up with you, make fun of you, think you were ugly and ridicule you. The thought of him even seeing your hanging belly killed you. No matter how many times Kei has tried to sit you on his lap, you would not budge, not even one bit.

Until one day, you came back from work, calling Tsukishima asking if you could stop by his place and stay the night. You knock on the door, your boyfriend opening the door to be greeted by your dragging feet, back hunched, hair messy, and pants unbuttoned. He sighs, moving so you could come in. Tsukki closes the door, he tells you to stop so he could take off your shoes. After doing so, the two of you walk to his couch, you plop yourself down with a huff, Tsukishima walking to you with a cup of water. You thank him and drink from it as he waits for you to give the cup back. Once you do, he sets the cup on the living room table, sitting down next to you.

“Long day?” He asks, and once he does, you can’t help but let your lip quiver, get a knot on your throat and eyes water. Tsukishima notices and sighs, embracing you into a hug. You cry on his neck, sobs and sniffles echoing his apartment. He sits in silence and lets you cry. It goes on for a few minutes, until suddenly, without looking from the crook of his neck, you sit on him, legs draped across his waist, arms wrapping along his shoulders. Tsukishima tenses up at first, the new sudden affection from you taken him aback. You realize this but do nothing, you stay how you are, your emotions getting the best of you.

“T-tell me if you want me to get o-off.” You muffly say through your sobs. Tsukishima doesn’t say anything, trying to come back to his senses.

“No, it’s fine like this.” He says back, finally wrapping his arms around you. “Do you want to talk about what happened at work.” He says, voice montoned, but his hand are gently rubbing your back, as if trying to calm you down.

“People are just stupid and mean.” You sniff, moving your head from his now wet neck so you could breath better. “I do my job and they have a problem with everything I do.” You start crying again, this time more silently. Tsukishima doesn’t say anything, the way his hands rest on your hips tells you that he’s still listening. You don’t feel like saying anything else, the silence in Tsukishima’s apartment giving you comfort.

After a few minutes pass, Tsukishima taps your hips, making you look up and face him, your hips adjusting.

“Why don’t you go take a bath and I’ll make you something to eat.” He doesn’t smile, but the glint in his eyes tells you he’s worried. You wipe your nose with your arm, almost like a kid would, and nod. “Okay.” You say, clearly with a stuffy nose. Tsukishima nods, and you get off him.

“Oh.” You turn back at Tsukishima’s sound, he’s looking down at his pants, and lo and behold, his jeans are stained.

With your period blood.

You gasp, quickly to start saying a millions of “i’m so sorry’s” to him, not knowing exactly what to do. Your face burns in embarrassment and your eyes are starting to water. Tsukishima stands up, putting his hands on your shoulders and once again your lips quiver as you continue to say”I’m sorry”.

“Stop it. It’s okay, I’m not mad.” He brings your head to his chest and you fist his shirt, tears running down your face.

“That’s so embarrassing I’m sorry.” You whisper, closing your eyes as more tears fall down.

“Shut up, Y/n. There’s some pads in the bathroom and the clothes from Saturday are in my second drawer, I’ll get them for you while you shower.” Tsukishima exhales, his hand resting in the back of your head.

“Okay.” You look up at him and he kisses your forehead, letting go of you as you walk to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and taking off your clothes.

While showering you could see through the curtain that Tsukishima had taken your dirty clothes and replaced them with a new set of your underwear, a shirt of his, and one pair of his boxers that you use as shorts. And although you did have clothes here, Tsukishima knew you liked wearing with clothes, he wanted to comfort you in anyway possible he could.

Once you finished, you got out of the bathroom and put your new fresh clothes on, taking out the spare pads Tsukki had for just in case. When you freshened up and combed your hair, you left the bathroom, the sound of the washing machine and the stove filling your ears. You stomp your way to the kitchen, where you see Tsukki in a new set of clothes; t-shirt with plaid pj pants, making something on the stove.

“Feeling better?” He asks, not turning to you until you stand next to him, leaning your head on his arm.

“I’m sorry for staining you.” You whisper, but Tsukishima shakes his head, turning off the stove. “Don’t say sorry.” You watch as he pours the Miso soup into two bowls.

You chit chat throughout dinner, getting nods and looks from Tsukishima as you more calmly talk about your day, sighing whenever you were talking too fast. You ate two bowls, feeling full and satisfied once you were done. Tsukki took your plate, washing it in the sink as you stood up to go brush your teeth.

“I’m so glad I don’t work tomorrow, I don’t think I could’ve done it.” You hear him chuckle as you spit out the toothpaste, following behind with his heavy footsteps. You wait for Tsukishima to brush his teeth, turning off the lights as you grab his hand and go to his bedroom, throwing yourself on his bed as he closes the door and walks over to lay down next you. You immediately snuggle up to next to him, breathing in his scent.

“You should do that more often.” He says, one arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm. You look up at him, chin rested on his chest. “Do what.”

“Sit on my lap, it feels… nice.” He whispers the last part, almost like if he was embarrassed to say it.

“I don’t care how you feel or look, I… I love you for you, I dont’t care what you think about yourself.” He murmurs, looking away from you. You smile, puckering your lips at him, Tsukishima rolls his eyes, but gives you a sweet kiss, lingering on both of your lips

As the two of you hugged each other with the tv playing in the background, you drift off to sleep, not noticing how Tsukishima turns off the tv and grabs his phone to take a picture of you. He put his glasses, his and your phone on his night stand, charging both of your phones, then tuning off the lights. He moved around for a comfortable spot, but as he does, you whine in your sleep, turning your back to him. Tsukishima stares at the back your your body, and hesitantly moved closer to you, his arms wrapping around your tummy as your body rises up and down. Tsukishima closes his eyes, a content sigh leaving his body.

No matter what you thought about yourself, looked like or felt like, Tsukishima loved every single part of you, even if he didn’t know how to express it.

[virtual-bunny]

i think tsukishima would eat your pussy slowly. like you would think he would go mad man mode and eat you out like his life depended on it, and he does, but not for a while. he’ll torture you, giving you kitten licks, circling his tongue around your clit slowly, licking strips up your slit. he’ll stop if you try to shove his face deeper. he would sigh like he was mad at you, and rest his check on your inner thigh as he looks up to you in disapproval.

but once he finally starts to eat you out like his life depended on it, you would try to close your thighs, shove him away because you are so overstimulated it’s starting to hurt, but he is way bigger than you and so much stronger, he would keep your legs open with ease, and would just go back right in when you would shove his head away. but he gets fed up, and stops eating you out completely, pushing himself off the mattress and walked to lay next to you, almost jumping in bed as he lays on his side, resting his check on the palm of his hand as you look at him bewildered and out of breath.

“you need to learn how to control yourself.”

[virtual-bunny]

shoyo loves to bite and lick your thighs. you two could be laying on the couch, him laying between your legs, his head resting on your tummy, mouth inches away from your inner thigh, and he would just bite and lick. it was almost comforting for him. he would rub your thigh, kneed it, kiss it, and he would feel like he was in heaven. bonus if you start playing with his hair; hinata would quite literally roll his eyes in satisfaction and bite your thigh even harder.

[virtual-bunny]

imagine after an almost three week mission with other ghouls and you finally came back, waiting to run to hotarubi to look for your boyfriend haku but he was already waiting for you at the station.

you hug him as tight as you could, haku carrying you and spinning you around and then kissing you. then the two of you go back to hotarubi hand in hand and once you two go inside haku’s room, his hands are all over you, clothes are on the floor.

then next thing you know you’re on the bed while haku hovers above you. he leaves trails of kisses down your body as you whimper, then he slowly starts eating you out, and haku is eating you out like a mad man, moaning and groaning as he grips your thighs. he starts fingering you, telling you how beautiful you are and kissing your inner thigh.

and finally, he slides it in, and when he finally slides in alllll the way, he presses his forehead against yours as you moan, face flushed, and he whispers “fuck, i missed you.” and you whimper, pulling him into a kiss as he slowly slides in and out of you, breaking the kiss to leave bites all over your neck and chest. “never leave me again.” he’d pant, kissing your forehead.

a/n: i wanted to make this longer but i don’t got the mental capacity for it

[virtual-bunny]

pervert! nerd armin who cannot concentrate on his classes anymore because the tiny skirts you wear are a distraction to him

pervert! nerd armin who is asked by his and your professor to tutor you because at this point with your grade you will not be able to graduate or pass the class

pervert! nerd armin who teases you and makes fun of you for being “dumb”

pervert! nerd armin who pokes your thigh with his pencil whenever you get a a question wrong or whenever you’re spacing off

pervert! nerd armin who sighs loudly and rests his chin on the palm of his hand when you take too long to answer a question

pervert! nerd armin who is confused as to why you are starting to sit next to him in clas

pervert! nerd armin who snickers whenever you get called on and he whispers the answer to you but when you say it out loud, it’s wrong

pervert! nerd armin who makes fun of you whenever you forget your homework

pervert! nerd armin who secretly takes pictures of you whenever you’re not looking to add to his “collection”

pervert! nerd armin who tells you to come study at his dorm because the library gets packed at this time of the semester

pervert! nerd armin who grins when you gasp once you come inside his dorm just to be bombarded with his room full of gooner figures, action figures, geeky posters, and a collection of comics and mangas

pervert! nerd armin who purposely directs you to the wrong answers while he tutors you and scowls at you whenever “you” get the answer wrong

pervert! nerd armin who says he’s lost hope in you, that you won’t pass the class, until you say “please help me armin! i’ll do anything!” he side eyes you with a raised eyebrow while his glasses slowly fall off his nose. “anything?”

pervert! nerd armin who has you tied up in his bed, while he has a vibarator on your clit while he makes you recite the answers for the upcoming test, turning up the setting whenever you get it wrong

“p-please a-armiiiin-!” “tut tut, how else am I supposed to make you understand the material? if i reward you then just maaaybe you will start understanding”

pervert! nerd armin who is not suprised when you come running to him showing your 98/100 test score

[virtual-bunny]

hold on…..

subaru teaching lyca how to fuck and touch a woman (aka you)

“you have to.. prep her first lyca…. like this” subaru pushes two fingers inside your pussy, your back arches just a bit as you let out a mewl, covering your face with your arm. subaru looks up to see your motions, then slowly turns to look at lyca who is sitting besides him, looking at your pussy in awe and at the way your body moved.

“you have to make sure she is wet first lyca, if she’s not too wet, then you either lick your fingers or spit on her pussy.” lyca watched how Subaru’s fingers slid in and out of your pussy, his ears twitching at the moans you let out.

“S-Suba! I wanna try too!” Lyca pushes Subaru softly away from you, making you whine as your pussy now felt empty. But not a second later, two rough fingers were pushed inside you, pushing in and out, almost hitting that sweet spot.

“L-lyca! S-Slow- oh..” Subaru chuckled as he saw you pant and moan with the rhythm of Lyca’s fingers. You seemed to enjoy it way more than the pace Subaru had. You let out a moan, your back arching as Lyca continued his fast pace, his tail wagging as the concentration in his eyes grew.

Subaru walked up to you, sitting down besides you as he lifted your head and laid it on his lap, his hands sliding down to your body.

“You’re quite enjoying this aren’t you? Isn’t Lyca doing a good job, Y/n?” Subaru whispers, his hands gripping your tits.

“M-mhm- oh f-fuck.” Your hands shot up to hold Subaru’s as Lyca suddenly started to lap his tongue on your clit, taking you and Subaru by surprise.

“Lyca who taught you that?” Subaru asked, almost laughing. Lyca growled, his pace slowing doing as he glared at Subaru.

“Taught me what?” Lyca started licking your pussy again, his eyes on Subaru.

“The licking,” Subaru moved your head carefully from his lap and went back to sit next to Lyca who was now rutting his hips into the mattress.

“No one? She smelled good so I wanted to try… You should try too Suba!” Lyca scooted over, his fingers still inside you as he motioned Subaru to try some of you. You cried as you felt Subaru open your pussy more, tilting his head as he licked your clit, the pace of Lyca’s fingers and the warm licks from Subaru sent you into a frenzy. You were seeing stars.

“Mm, you’re right Lyca she does taste good.” Subaru was giving you little licks, closing his eyes a letting out a low moan at the way your clit twitched.

“Pay attention to how she moves Lyca, she’s going to cum soon.” Subaru’s hooded eyes watched you as he sucked your clit, reaching his hand to hold yours. Lyca was staring at you, his eyes never leaving your body.

“C-cum?” Lyca questioned. Subaru switched his gaze to Lyca. “Just how you have sperm and the sperm comes out your penis, Y/n will let out white liquid too, maybe, not all women can squirt.”

“S-Suba-“ You moan small tears starting to form in your eyes.

“She’s close Lyca.” Subaru whispered, his hot breath hitting your pussy.

Lyca growled, his eyes glaring into you as he watched your chest rise up and down faster than before, your body wiggling under them.

“Go faster.” Subaru latched his mouth to your clit, sucking it with pressure, Lyca fastening his pace, panting with wide eyes as he watched you let out a wanton moan, your back arching as you held onto Subaru’s hand, your other hand going for Lyca’s

“I-I-I-c-c-umming-!”

You let out what could be described as a groaned moan, your eyes turning to the back of your head. Lyca and Subaru watched in awe as your pussy let out your white juices, covering Lyca’s hand and Subaru’s lips.

Subaru let you ride your high, grabbing Lyca’s wrist to slow him down. As your legs shook and you cried, Lyca slowly pulled his fingers out, Subaru unattaching his lips from your clit.

Both of the boys stood up, Subaru with a small smile in his face as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to look at Lyca who was licking his fingers.

“Go bring her a towel Lyca, make sure it’s clean.” Lyca nodded, heading to the bathroom as Subaru opened the mini fridge in Lyca’s room, grabbing a cold water bottle.

Both boys walked towards the bed, Lyca propping himself back in between your legs as he softly cleaned you up, Subaru sitting next to you on the bed as he helped you sit up on the bed, bringing the water bottle to your lips. As you gulped the water, Lyca stood up and walked over to the bed, shoving the towel into his pant pocket.

“Now Lyca, you have to take care of her.” Subaru motioned you to scoot over as he laid next to you on the bed, pressing your head against his chest as he ran his hand up and down your arm. Lyca copied Subaru’s movements, his tail wagging as he hugged you from behind.

“Make sure to always ask how she’s feelings, and make sure to comfort her. How are you feeling, Y/n?” Subaru asked, his hand going to caress your hair. You nodded, burying your head into his chest.

“I feel good.” You peek your gaze back up to him, then turning to face Lyca who was looking at you attentively.

“Thank you, Lyca.” You murmur, giving him a kiss on the cheek, making his ears stand up and tail wag faster.

“Now, Lyca, once she comes down a little more, Y/n will show you how she can make you cum too.”

[virtual-bunny]

pervert! nerd armin who cannot concentrate on his classes anymore because the tiny skirts you wear are a distraction to him

pervert! nerd armin who is asked by his and your professor to tutor you because at this point with your grade you will not be able to graduate or pass the class

pervert! nerd armin who teases you and makes fun of you for being “dumb”

pervert! nerd armin who pokes your thigh with his pencil whenever you get a a question wrong or whenever you’re spacing off

pervert! nerd armin who sighs loudly and rests his chin on the palm of his hand when you take too long to answer a question

pervert! nerd armin who is confused as to why you are starting to sit next to him in clas

pervert! nerd armin who snickers whenever you get called on and he whispers the answer to you but when you say it out loud, it’s wrong

pervert! nerd armin who makes fun of you whenever you forget your homework

pervert! nerd armin who secretly takes pictures of you whenever you’re not looking to add to his “collection”

pervert! nerd armin who tells you to come study at his dorm because the library gets packed at this time of the semester

pervert! nerd armin who grins when you gasp once you come inside his dorm just to be bombarded with his room full of gooner figures, action figures, geeky posters, and a collection of comics and mangas

pervert! nerd armin who purposely directs you to the wrong answers while he tutors you and scowls at you whenever “you” get the answer wrong

pervert! nerd armin who says he’s lost hope in you, that you won’t pass the class, until you say “please help me armin! i’ll do anything!” he side eyes you with a raised eyebrow while his glasses slowly fall off his nose. “anything?”

pervert! nerd armin who has you tied up in his bed, while he has a vibarator on your clit while he makes you recite the answers for the upcoming test, turning up the setting whenever you get it wrong

“p-please a-armiiiin-!” “tut tut, how else am I supposed to make you understand the material? if i reward you then just maaaybe you will start understanding”

pervert! nerd armin who is not suprised when you come running to him showing your 98/100 test score

[virtual-bunny]

nerd! armin who tutors you in his dorm room but little did you know that once you opened that damn door you were hit with a bunch of gooner anime figures and all nerd armin does is smirk and push his glasses up to his nose bridge and go “don’t mind my collectibles, they don’t bite”

HE’S SO FUCKING WEIRD I KNOOOOW HE KNOWS HOW YO EAT PUSSY GOOD

[virtual-bunny]

okay this lowkey zenji ooc, but imagine you and haku are having sex and zenji happens to stumble upon haku’s room while he’s literally pounding into you, small tears rolling down your cheeks while you moan and whimper haku’s name. and zenji is peaking from around the corner. haku feels his presence so he looks up, his rhythm slowing down as he watched Zenji’s gaze on you. But haku only chuckled and continued to fuck you, letting Zenji watch the two of because he knows Zenji can’t do things like this anymore

[virtual-bunny]

roommates! tsukishima and chubby reader who are dying from this new summer heat wave. unfortunately for them, their AC is broken so now they have to rely on open windows and smalls amounts of clothing.

and unfortunately for tsukishima, chubby reader is in the smallest and tightest clothes possible walking around the house. every time she bends down to pick something up, tsukki could see the outline of her pussy, every time she walked past him he could see her nipples through her tank top. every time she tried to reach for something tsukishima would take his time before getting up to help her so he could stare at the way her body jiggled when she jumped to reach something. every time you pouted because of how sweaty you were, tsukishima would pinch your chubby cheeks just so he can get a smaaaaall peak inside your shirt.

unfortunately for tsukishima, you can tell he has been checking you out from how hard his dick was through his shorts

[virtual-bunny]

"It's a shame you couldn't be with your grandmother when she died, huh?"

[virtual-bunny]

“You’re growing a mustache.”

You slap your hand over your mouth, eyes growing wide as you slowly turned to look at your best friend nerd! gojo as he is inches away from your face, his eyes looking at you over his glasses.

“What are you saying.” Your voice comes out muffled, turning away from him and grabbing a small compact mirror you have in your bag.

“Your upper lip looks darker, you need to shave it or something.” You scoff, but when you look closer at yourself in the mirror, he was right. Gojo leaned away from your face, his back leaning against the chair, closing his eyes and crossing his arms around his chest, shrugging.

“No boy would wanna kiss that.” He says and your neck almost snaps at his comment, you squint your eyes at the annoying boy next you. Gojo almost looks proud of himself for that comment, his shoulders doing a little shake as he grins, his eyes still closed.

“You’re right, a boy like you wouldn’t kiss me, but a man like…. Suguru would.” You grin at yourself and take out a razor from your bag and start to slowly shave off the hairs, concentrated on the mirror.

Gojo’s eyes snap open and he turned to look at you like you just said the most offensive thing in the world.

“Wha-pssh. I-I’m more of a man than that… LOSER!” Gojo sputters, eyes crazy wide. You roll your eyes, still shaving your hairs off, not looking at him.

“Whatever you say mister ‘my girl friend has more hair than I ever will’.” You cackle to yourself, knowing that it hit a nerve for Gojo as you watch him from the corner of your eye that his eye twitched.

And before you know it, Gojo grabs you by the chin to look at him, he pauses for a second, looking at your eyes, then plants a loooooong kiss on your lips. You’re dumbfounded, razor in one hand, mirror on the other, and half mustache gone as Gojo pumps his chest and grins at you.

“Who’s the boy now? HAH!”

a/n: i forgot to shave my upper lip hair and this morning when i woke up and went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror i almost jump scared myself. I hadn’t shave it off in three weeks.

[virtual-bunny]

*sobs* this….. is so peak

overthinker? intrusive thoughts? nothing to worry about when 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 fucks them all out of you.

“you with me baby?” he huffs a laugh. sweat sticking his white strands to his forehead and framing that cocky grin. he's over you, supported by two tense forearms stiff on either side of your head. caging every thought—

if you even have any by now. you're dazed. aching. begging. head rolled back, thighs wretched on open. sticky, messy, and with your eager boyfriend still pumping you full despite the thick creaminess splattering out of your twitching cunt.

you've long since drowned in the wet, rhythmic plaplplaplap! and satoru's insatiable praise.

“oh?” he grunts, hips slamming forward to hump on that devastating spot that sends your eyes rolling back. static. nothingness. but him, him, him.

“is my sweet girl gone? yeah?” an excited thumb swirls on your clit and he grins wide at your pathetic little cry. “awww, is she my stupid girl now instead?”

satoru hunches over, gaining a thrusting angle that curls your fingers helplessly in his hair.

“not a single thought behind those eyes— fuck, huh sweetheart? just toru and his cock splitting that pretty pussy open? yeah? oh babbyyy,”

the bastard mocked your whines and whimpers. flicked your clit until you arched with a sob and squirted all over him for the umpteenth time.

“toru— torrruuuu,” you croaked.

“mhhm,” he bit down on his smirk and pistoned his cock at a blinding beat. he catches your whining moans by sucking on your tongue. groaning into your spit.

“that's it, just toru, just me. focus on me. my stupid, sweet girl.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato. very self indulgent tbh

[virtual-bunny]

🜼 ⋆ first time fratbf!choso learns you can squirt, he can’t seem to stop abusıng your cunt.

he doesn’t find out because of porn or bragging—he finds out by accident. you’d been grinding on him during some dumb afterparty in his room, shirts sticky with cheap beer, your laughter muffled in his throat when his thumb brushed over you too roughly through your shorts. you’d been teasing him, calling him “baby frat” under your breath because he never actually partied like the rest, and he’d retaliated with this clumsy, desperate pressure between your thighs. the sound you made—it wasn’t your usual.

sharper, shocked, cut off halfway like you didn’t even know it was coming. then suddenly you were wet, soaked beyond reason, dripping down his forearm before you shoved him back and gasped, wide-eyed, face burning.

he stared at you like he’d unlocked a secret level. and that was it. from then on, choso couldn’t stop.

in the days that followed, he cornered you in ways that weren’t even normal boyfriend things anymore. in his car parked behind the frat house, hood pulled low so no one would glance in, fingers pumping you open until your thighs trembled against the dash, until you slapped at his wrist and begged for him to slow down. he’d grunt, “just one more—just once more,” even though it was never once. the seatbelt strap was damp by the time he was done, your voice breaking as liquid gushed against the leather.

he’d lick his knuckles after, shaking, pupils blown, muttering how fucking crazy it was that you could do that for him, only for him.

then in his room, on a wednesday when nobody was supposed to be around, he’d drag you onto his mattress, sheets already stained from the night before, and refuse to let you up. it wasn’t mean exactly, but it was relentless. his hands shaking while he spread you wide and made you watch the mess splatter across his comforter, moaning through his teeth every time your stomach jumped under his palm.

he’d push your hand down, press it against the swell just above your pelvis while he shoved his cock deeper, whispering in that gravelly, half-ashamed voice, “feel that? that’s me—fuck, that’s all me—” until you were sobbing and shaking your head. the headboard banged so loud the guys in the hall teased him for days, but he didn’t care. didn’t even answer back.

by the weekend, it turned into something darker—an addiction that made him clumsy in public. his arm slung over you at a mixer, his lips against your ear: can we leave? just for a second? promise it won’t take long. dragging you into the bathroom, locking the door with fumbling hands, and pushing your panties aside just to chase it again.

his face between your thighs this time, nose pressed hard into you, drinking down everything while you gripped the sink for balance. he’d hum against your cunt when you sprayed over his tongue, messy and shaking, the sound so deep and satisfied that it made your stomach clench all over again.

he wasn’t fratboy-smooth—he was needy. pathetic. every time he made you squirt, it rewired him. his shy loser pride burned hotter. he’d whisper about it later, in your ear when you were falling asleep, about how no one else could ever have this from you. how you were made for him. his knuckles were bruised from jerking himself off when you weren’t around, frustrated because it wasn’t the same unless he could see it, feel it.

and maybe the most shameful part? he started keeping count. muttering numbers under his breath, holding up his fingers to mark every gush he forced out of you until you smacked his chest, whimpering that you couldn’t do it anymore.

he’d smile, crooked and exhausted, but still keep pushing, still rut into you with that low groan of your name, until his sheets, his hoodie, his skin—everything smelled like you. until your body felt wrung out and trembling, his loser pride swelled huge in his chest: my girlfriend. mine. mine.

[virtual-bunny]

wait i lowkey forgot i wrote this

imagine after an almost three week mission with other ghouls and you finally came back, waiting to run to hotarubi to look for your boyfriend haku but he was already waiting for you at the station.

you hug him as tight as you could, haku carrying you and spinning you around and then kissing you. then the two of you go back to hotarubi hand in hand and once you two go inside haku’s room, his hands are all over you, clothes are on the floor.

then next thing you know you’re on the bed while haku hovers above you. he leaves trails of kisses down your body as you whimper, then he slowly starts eating you out, and haku is eating you out like a mad man, moaning and groaning as he grips your thighs. he starts fingering you, telling you how beautiful you are and kissing your inner thigh.

and finally, he slides it in, and when he finally slides in alllll the way, he presses his forehead against yours as you moan, face flushed, and he whispers “fuck, i missed you.” and you whimper, pulling him into a kiss as he slowly slides in and out of you, breaking the kiss to leave bites all over your neck and chest. “never leave me again.” he’d pant, kissing your forehead.

a/n: i wanted to make this longer but i don’t got the mental capacity for it