toji fushiguro was a disgusting and vile human being when it came to what turned him on.
when you first met him, you thought he was a normal guy who liked rough sex and blowjobs.
oh boy, you were wrong.
you weren’t expecting him to love sucking on your toes while he’s balls deep inside you, hips — slap, slap, slapping against yours with rough — mean strokes that left your mind hazy, eyes rolling back whilst he moaned around your toe like it was tasty or something.
nor were you expecting him to beg you to step on his face, back flat against the bedroom floor as you sat perched on the bed, white toes pressing into the side of his face as he moaned like it was the best fuckin’ thing in the world.
I mean…could you blame him tho? his job was hard, carrying heavy stuff all day like the man he is. you helped him relax, it made him feel safe:(
you never would suspected that a man as big and fuckin’ burly as toji would want to be smothered by your feet after a hot pilates class but oddly enough you don’t mind it.
actually…you love it.
love when he’d stick his big nose between your thighs and sniffed away at your sweaty pussy, tongue lulling out to lick a longggg filthy stripe between your puffy lips, gathering up all the sweaty stinky slick before he’d gulp it down with a throaty groan.
love when you catch him with a pair of your dirty panties wrapped around his cock, his other hand holding his phone as he scrolls through your sex tapes.
love when he lets you spit in his mouth whilst you ride his thick cock like your life depends on it. love when he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up toward his neck so you could press down and give his throat that delicious pressure that he oh so loves.
and god, when he breeds your pretty cunt with his seed, stuffing it back into your pussy when it leaks out before shoving your panties back on before it fell out again.
he’d make you walk around like that, with his cum stuffed so deep in your cunt.
Kento gets horny at work, pumping his cock to you in his office bathroom.
art by @aransmind
Olderbf!Nanami, who gets hard in the office, struggling to focus when he thinks about you. Dashing to the bathroom palming his throbbing cock through his slacks at the thought of you.
Olderbf!Nanami who can't shake the image of your body from his mind during those endless meetings, his cock twitching to life under the conference table as he recalls how you rode him last night, forcing him to cross his legs and grip his pen tighter to hide the growing bulge straining against his tailored pants.
Olderbf!Nanami who excuses himself from his desk with a curt nod to colleagues, heart pounding as he locks the bathroom stall door, immediately unzipping to wrap his large hand around his thick, pulsing shaft, stroking firmly while picturing your lips stretched around him, pre-cum already beading at the tip from the sheer need building inside.
Olderbf!Nanami who bites back groans in the dim office restroom, his free hand bracing against the wall as he pumps his cock faster, thumb circling the swollen head to spread the slickness, imagining bending you over his desk and slamming into your wet pussy until you scream his name.
Olderbf!Nanami who feels a rush of forbidden thrill knowing anyone could hear the faint, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin echoing softly, but the risk only makes his balls tighten harder, edging himself closer to release while whispering your name under his breath like a desperate prayer.
Olderbf!Nanami who finally cums with a muffled grunt, ropes of hot seed spilling over his fingers and dripping onto the tile floor, his chest heavy as he milks every last drop, already dreading the walk back to his workstation with the scent of his arousal lingering on his skin.
Olderbf!Nanami who texts you a simple 'Miss you' during his lunch break, but it's code for how badly he wants to bury his face between your thighs right then, his mind replaying the way your ass jiggles when he fucks you from behind, leaving him half-hard again before the afternoon shift even starts.
Olderbf!Nanami who adjusts his tie to cover the flush on his neck after another wave of lust hits, this time from a thought of your fingers teasing his zipper in the elevator, making him clench his jaw and shift in his chair, willing his erection to subside before his boss notices.
Olderbf!Nanami who sneaks into the empty break room late in the day, locking the door and dropping his pants just enough to fist his leaking cock, rutting into his palm with urgent thrusts as he envisions pinning you against the copier, filling your tight hole with his cum while the office buzzes obliviously outside.
Olderbf!Nanami who cleans up hastily with paper towels, tucking himself away with a satisfied sigh, but the ache doesn't fully fade—it's a promise of how he'll ravage you the second he gets home, making up for every stolen moment of pleasure he took alone today.
Olderbf!Nanami who pulls into the driveway with his cock already stirring in his slacks, the day's pent-up frustration fueling a fire that makes him grip the steering wheel harder, eyes locked on the front door where he knows you're waiting, his mind racing ahead to stripping you bare and claiming every inch of your body.
Olderbf!Nanami who barely gets the key in the lock before he's through the door, kicking it shut behind him and dropping his briefcase with a thud, his gaze devouring you on the couch in that thin tank top and shorts, the sight sending a fresh throb to his groin as he strides over, hands itching to tear the fabric away.
Olderbf!Nanami who cups your face roughly and crashes his mouth against yours, tongue thrusting deep in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless, his free hand sliding under your shirt to pinch your nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers until you whimper into his lips, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh.
Olderbf!Nanami who growls low in his throat as he yanks your top over your head, exposing your breasts to the cool air, immediately latching onto one peak with his hot mouth, sucking and biting while his fingers dig into your hip, pulling you flush against him so you feel the full length of his rigid cock straining through his pants.
Olderbf!Nanami who lifts you effortlessly onto the coffee table, shoving your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion, his eyes darkening at the sight of your slick folds glistening for him, a smirk tugging his lips as he spreads your thighs wide and kneels between them, breath ghosting over your clit before he dives in.
Olderbf!Nanami who laps at your pussy with broad, firm strokes of his tongue, circling your swollen nub before sucking it into his mouth, two thick fingers plunging inside you to curl against that spot that makes your back arch, pumping steadily as he devours you, the wet sounds filling the room alongside your gasps.
Olderbf!Nanami who doesn't let you cum yet, pulling back with your juices shining on his chin, standing to unbuckle his belt with deliberate slowness, freeing his heavy cock that springs out thick and veined, the head already leaking as he strokes himself once, watching your hungry stare before lining up at your entrance.
Olderbf!Nanami who thrusts in deep with a single, powerful snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in your tight heat, groaning at the way your walls clench around him, pausing only a second to savor the stretch before he starts pounding into you, the table creaking under the force of his relentless rhythm.
Olderbf!Nanami who grips your ankles and hooks them over his shoulders, folding you in half to hit even deeper, his balls slapping against your ass with every brutal drive, one hand reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles, pushing you toward the edge as sweat beads on his forehead.
Olderbf!Nanami who flips you over onto your stomach mid-thrust, yanking your hips up so you're on all fours, slamming back inside from behind with a hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back as he fucks you harder, the angle letting him grind against your g-spot while his other palm cracks against your ass cheek.
Olderbf!Nanami who feels your pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock, signaling your impending release, so he leans over your back and bites your shoulder, whispering filthy praises about how perfectly you take him, how he's going to fill you up until it drips down your thighs.
Olderbf!Nanami who drives you over the brink with a few more punishing strokes, your cries echoing as you cum hard, walls milking him in rhythmic squeezes that nearly undo him, but he holds back, pulling out just to flip you again and straddle your chest, feeding his slick length between your lips.
Olderbf!Nanami who fucks your mouth with shallow thrusts, watching your tongue swirl around his shaft as he gathers your hair in his fist, the sight of your stretched lips and teary eyes pushing him closer, until he pulls free and strokes himself furiously over your open mouth.
Olderbf!Nanami who cums with a guttural moan, thick spurts painting your tongue and chin, some landing on your heaving breasts, his body shuddering as he rides out the waves, thumbing the excess into your mouth for you to swallow while he catches his breath.
Olderbf!Nanami who collapses beside you after, pulling you into his arms with a tender kiss to your forehead, but his hand already wandering between your legs again, hinting that one round isn't nearly enough to sate the hunger he's carried all day.
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This was lwk rushed might have some errors, if you see them.. ignore it. Or i’ll come for you.
Kento gets horny at work, pumping his cock to you in his office bathroom.
art by @aransmind
Olderbf!Nanami, who gets hard in the office, struggling to focus when he thinks about you. Dashing to the bathroom palming his throbbing cock through his slacks at the thought of you.
Olderbf!Nanami who can't shake the image of your body from his mind during those endless meetings, his cock twitching to life under the conference table as he recalls how you rode him last night, forcing him to cross his legs and grip his pen tighter to hide the growing bulge straining against his tailored pants.
Olderbf!Nanami who excuses himself from his desk with a curt nod to colleagues, heart pounding as he locks the bathroom stall door, immediately unzipping to wrap his large hand around his thick, pulsing shaft, stroking firmly while picturing your lips stretched around him, pre-cum already beading at the tip from the sheer need building inside.
Olderbf!Nanami who bites back groans in the dim office restroom, his free hand bracing against the wall as he pumps his cock faster, thumb circling the swollen head to spread the slickness, imagining bending you over his desk and slamming into your wet pussy until you scream his name.
Olderbf!Nanami who feels a rush of forbidden thrill knowing anyone could hear the faint, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin echoing softly, but the risk only makes his balls tighten harder, edging himself closer to release while whispering your name under his breath like a desperate prayer.
Olderbf!Nanami who finally cums with a muffled grunt, ropes of hot seed spilling over his fingers and dripping onto the tile floor, his chest heavy as he milks every last drop, already dreading the walk back to his workstation with the scent of his arousal lingering on his skin.
Olderbf!Nanami who texts you a simple 'Miss you' during his lunch break, but it's code for how badly he wants to bury his face between your thighs right then, his mind replaying the way your ass jiggles when he fucks you from behind, leaving him half-hard again before the afternoon shift even starts.
Olderbf!Nanami who adjusts his tie to cover the flush on his neck after another wave of lust hits, this time from a thought of your fingers teasing his zipper in the elevator, making him clench his jaw and shift in his chair, willing his erection to subside before his boss notices.
Olderbf!Nanami who sneaks into the empty break room late in the day, locking the door and dropping his pants just enough to fist his leaking cock, rutting into his palm with urgent thrusts as he envisions pinning you against the copier, filling your tight hole with his cum while the office buzzes obliviously outside.
Olderbf!Nanami who cleans up hastily with paper towels, tucking himself away with a satisfied sigh, but the ache doesn't fully fade—it's a promise of how he'll ravage you the second he gets home, making up for every stolen moment of pleasure he took alone today.
Olderbf!Nanami who pulls into the driveway with his cock already stirring in his slacks, the day's pent-up frustration fueling a fire that makes him grip the steering wheel harder, eyes locked on the front door where he knows you're waiting, his mind racing ahead to stripping you bare and claiming every inch of your body.
Olderbf!Nanami who barely gets the key in the lock before he's through the door, kicking it shut behind him and dropping his briefcase with a thud, his gaze devouring you on the couch in that thin tank top and shorts, the sight sending a fresh throb to his groin as he strides over, hands itching to tear the fabric away.
Olderbf!Nanami who cups your face roughly and crashes his mouth against yours, tongue thrusting deep in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless, his free hand sliding under your shirt to pinch your nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers until you whimper into his lips, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh.
Olderbf!Nanami who growls low in his throat as he yanks your top over your head, exposing your breasts to the cool air, immediately latching onto one peak with his hot mouth, sucking and biting while his fingers dig into your hip, pulling you flush against him so you feel the full length of his rigid cock straining through his pants.
Olderbf!Nanami who lifts you effortlessly onto the coffee table, shoving your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion, his eyes darkening at the sight of your slick folds glistening for him, a smirk tugging his lips as he spreads your thighs wide and kneels between them, breath ghosting over your clit before he dives in.
Olderbf!Nanami who laps at your pussy with broad, firm strokes of his tongue, circling your swollen nub before sucking it into his mouth, two thick fingers plunging inside you to curl against that spot that makes your back arch, pumping steadily as he devours you, the wet sounds filling the room alongside your gasps.
Olderbf!Nanami who doesn't let you cum yet, pulling back with your juices shining on his chin, standing to unbuckle his belt with deliberate slowness, freeing his heavy cock that springs out thick and veined, the head already leaking as he strokes himself once, watching your hungry stare before lining up at your entrance.
Olderbf!Nanami who thrusts in deep with a single, powerful snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in your tight heat, groaning at the way your walls clench around him, pausing only a second to savor the stretch before he starts pounding into you, the table creaking under the force of his relentless rhythm.
Olderbf!Nanami who grips your ankles and hooks them over his shoulders, folding you in half to hit even deeper, his balls slapping against your ass with every brutal drive, one hand reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles, pushing you toward the edge as sweat beads on his forehead.
Olderbf!Nanami who flips you over onto your stomach mid-thrust, yanking your hips up so you're on all fours, slamming back inside from behind with a hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back as he fucks you harder, the angle letting him grind against your g-spot while his other palm cracks against your ass cheek.
Olderbf!Nanami who feels your pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock, signaling your impending release, so he leans over your back and bites your shoulder, whispering filthy praises about how perfectly you take him, how he's going to fill you up until it drips down your thighs.
Olderbf!Nanami who drives you over the brink with a few more punishing strokes, your cries echoing as you cum hard, walls milking him in rhythmic squeezes that nearly undo him, but he holds back, pulling out just to flip you again and straddle your chest, feeding his slick length between your lips.
Olderbf!Nanami who fucks your mouth with shallow thrusts, watching your tongue swirl around his shaft as he gathers your hair in his fist, the sight of your stretched lips and teary eyes pushing him closer, until he pulls free and strokes himself furiously over your open mouth.
Olderbf!Nanami who cums with a guttural moan, thick spurts painting your tongue and chin, some landing on your heaving breasts, his body shuddering as he rides out the waves, thumbing the excess into your mouth for you to swallow while he catches his breath.
Olderbf!Nanami who collapses beside you after, pulling you into his arms with a tender kiss to your forehead, but his hand already wandering between your legs again, hinting that one round isn't nearly enough to sate the hunger he's carried all day.
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This was lwk rushed might have some errors, if you see them.. ignore it. Or i’ll come for you.
Cocky!nerdjo the arrogant genius in your physics class who always smirks like he knows something you don't.
picture by @9enesiass on X.
Throwing shade at your answers during lectures just to watch you fire back—it's all a front for the way his pulse races every time your eyes lock, that 'rivalry' nothing but a flimsy excuse to hide how desperately he crushes on you, replaying your sharp comebacks in his head late at night.
You two clash constantly, him correcting your notes with that smug tilt of his head, you rolling your eyes and calling him out on his ego, but underneath the barbs, there's this magnetic pull—stolen glances across the room, accidental brushes of fingers when passing books, both of you pretending it's annoyance when it's really the spark of wanting to tear into each other, bodies and all.
When your professor pairs you up for the big quantum mechanics project, you're dreading it, but secretly thrilled at the excuse to be alone with him; he suggests his apartment, all casual like it's no big deal, but his voice has that edge, like he's already picturing more than equations on his desk.
His place is a chaotic haven of glowing monitors, stacks of comics, and half-eaten takeout, the air thick with his scent—clean soap mixed with something sharper, more primal; you arrive with your laptop, trying to keep it professional, but he's in a fitted tee that hugs his lean frame, glasses perched low, and every time he leans over to point at your screen, his arm grazes yours, sending heat straight to your core.
The studying starts strong, or so you think—debating functions turns into heated arguments, his knee nudging yours under the table, your foot accidentally-on-purpose tapping his; he catches you staring at the way his fingers tap the keyboard, long and deft, and his grin turns predatory. 'Distracted, princess? Or just finally admitting I'm right?'
Tension snaps like a live wire when you shove his shoulder during a particularly snide comment, and he grabs your hand, yanking you closer—'You drive me fucking insane, you know that?'—before crashing his mouth against yours, all teeth and demand, his tongue invading like he's claiming territory he's eyed for months.
He doesn't let you lead for a second; dominant to his core, he backs you against the wall, hands roaming possessively over your curves, squeezing your ass as he growls into your neck, 'Been waiting to shut that mouth of yours.' You push back half-heartedly, but he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other shoving up your shirt to palm your breast, thumb flicking your hardening nipple until you're whimpering.
Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—his jeans pooling at his ankles, revealing his thick cock already hard and leaking pre-cum, veins pulsing as he strokes himself once, eyes dark with hunger; he spins you around, bending you over the desk amid scattered papers, kicking your legs apart. 'Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want this cock you've been pretending to hate.'
You're soaked, pussy aching as his fingers tease your folds, dipping in just enough to make you clench before pulling away; he slaps your ass lightly, then harder, the sting making you gasp—'Say it, or I walk away.' You mumble it at first, but he demands louder, until you're pleading, voice breaking, and only then does he line up, thrusting in deep with one brutal snap of his hips, stretching you wide around his girth.
He sets a punishing rhythm, one hand fisted in your hair to arch your back, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise; every pound drives him balls-deep, his cock dragging against your walls, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
'Fuck, you're tight—made for taking me, aren't you? All that attitude, but look at you, submitting like a good girl.'
He flips you onto your back on the couch, spreading your thighs wide, hooking one over his shoulder to angle deeper; his thrusts turn relentless, skin slapping skin, sweat slicking your bodies as he watches your face contort in pleasure—'Eyes on me. See who owns this pussy now.'
You claw at his back, but he captures your hands, pressing them down, controlling every squirm.
The build is merciless—he circles your clit with his thumb, pinching just right to push you over, your orgasm crashing hard, walls fluttering and squeezing his shaft; he doesn't stop, fucking you through it, grunting as your juices coat him.
'That's it, cum on my dick—now take mine.'
A few more savage drives, and he buries himself to the hilt, pulsing hot ropes of cum deep inside, filling you until it drips out around him.
Afterward, he collapses beside you, still half-hard inside, but the cockiness softens into something tender—he brushes hair from your face, smirking lazily. 'Hate me all you want, but we both know you'll be back for more.' The 'hate' is gone, replaced by lazy kisses and whispers of round two, your crushes out in the open, study sessions forever laced with this addictive power play.
Cocky!nerdjo the arrogant genius in your physics class who always smirks like he knows something you don't.
picture by @9enesiass on X.
Throwing shade at your answers during lectures just to watch you fire back—it's all a front for the way his pulse races every time your eyes lock, that 'rivalry' nothing but a flimsy excuse to hide how desperately he crushes on you, replaying your sharp comebacks in his head late at night.
You two clash constantly, him correcting your notes with that smug tilt of his head, you rolling your eyes and calling him out on his ego, but underneath the barbs, there's this magnetic pull—stolen glances across the room, accidental brushes of fingers when passing books, both of you pretending it's annoyance when it's really the spark of wanting to tear into each other, bodies and all.
When your professor pairs you up for the big quantum mechanics project, you're dreading it, but secretly thrilled at the excuse to be alone with him; he suggests his apartment, all casual like it's no big deal, but his voice has that edge, like he's already picturing more than equations on his desk.
His place is a chaotic haven of glowing monitors, stacks of comics, and half-eaten takeout, the air thick with his scent—clean soap mixed with something sharper, more primal; you arrive with your laptop, trying to keep it professional, but he's in a fitted tee that hugs his lean frame, glasses perched low, and every time he leans over to point at your screen, his arm grazes yours, sending heat straight to your core.
The studying starts strong, or so you think—debating functions turns into heated arguments, his knee nudging yours under the table, your foot accidentally-on-purpose tapping his; he catches you staring at the way his fingers tap the keyboard, long and deft, and his grin turns predatory. 'Distracted, princess? Or just finally admitting I'm right?'
Tension snaps like a live wire when you shove his shoulder during a particularly snide comment, and he grabs your hand, yanking you closer—'You drive me fucking insane, you know that?'—before crashing his mouth against yours, all teeth and demand, his tongue invading like he's claiming territory he's eyed for months.
He doesn't let you lead for a second; dominant to his core, he backs you against the wall, hands roaming possessively over your curves, squeezing your ass as he growls into your neck, 'Been waiting to shut that mouth of yours.' You push back half-heartedly, but he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other shoving up your shirt to palm your breast, thumb flicking your hardening nipple until you're whimpering.
Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—his jeans pooling at his ankles, revealing his thick cock already hard and leaking pre-cum, veins pulsing as he strokes himself once, eyes dark with hunger; he spins you around, bending you over the desk amid scattered papers, kicking your legs apart. 'Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want this cock you've been pretending to hate.'
You're soaked, pussy aching as his fingers tease your folds, dipping in just enough to make you clench before pulling away; he slaps your ass lightly, then harder, the sting making you gasp—'Say it, or I walk away.' You mumble it at first, but he demands louder, until you're pleading, voice breaking, and only then does he line up, thrusting in deep with one brutal snap of his hips, stretching you wide around his girth.
He sets a punishing rhythm, one hand fisted in your hair to arch your back, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise; every pound drives him balls-deep, his cock dragging against your walls, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
'Fuck, you're tight—made for taking me, aren't you? All that attitude, but look at you, submitting like a good girl.'
He flips you onto your back on the couch, spreading your thighs wide, hooking one over his shoulder to angle deeper; his thrusts turn relentless, skin slapping skin, sweat slicking your bodies as he watches your face contort in pleasure—'Eyes on me. See who owns this pussy now.'
You claw at his back, but he captures your hands, pressing them down, controlling every squirm.
The build is merciless—he circles your clit with his thumb, pinching just right to push you over, your orgasm crashing hard, walls fluttering and squeezing his shaft; he doesn't stop, fucking you through it, grunting as your juices coat him.
'That's it, cum on my dick—now take mine.'
A few more savage drives, and he buries himself to the hilt, pulsing hot ropes of cum deep inside, filling you until it drips out around him.
Afterward, he collapses beside you, still half-hard inside, but the cockiness softens into something tender—he brushes hair from your face, smirking lazily. 'Hate me all you want, but we both know you'll be back for more.' The 'hate' is gone, replaced by lazy kisses and whispers of round two, your crushes out in the open, study sessions forever laced with this addictive power play.
More headcanons this time it’s Nerdjo because I love him sm 🥹🥹.
Nerd!Gojo, who pauses his late-night cramming session, textbooks splayed open, to yank down his pants and wrap his fist around his throbbing cock, stroking furiously while fantasizing about you riding him reverse cowgirl, your ass bouncing as he grips your hips and thrusts up to bury himself balls-deep in your tight pussy, grunting equations under his breath until thick ropes of cum splatter across his notes, only then wiping himself off to resume studying with a smug grin, already plotting how to make the fantasy real next time you join him.
Nerd!Gojo, whose nose twitches during joint study marathons when he catches your arousal wafting from between your legs, distracting him so much he excuses himself to the bathroom, locks the door, and jerks his leaking dick against the sink, inhaling deeply from your forgotten sweater clutched in his other hand, imagining shoving his face into your dripping folds to tongue-fuck your clit until you scream, his pace quickening as he pumps harder, cumming with a muffled groan while picturing your juices coating his chin.
Nerd!Gojo, who turns your shared desk into an erotic lab, sliding his chair closer to hike up your skirt and spread your thighs wide, his fingers delving into your slick pussy to 'demonstrate' nerve clusters like a true scholar, curling deep to hit your g-spot while he lectures on cursed technique parallels, his free hand palming his rock-hard bulge until he can't resist freeing his cock to rub the swollen head against your entrance, then slamming in with a scholarly moan, fucking you steadily as pages rustle forgotten.
Nerd!Gojo, who zones out explaining barrier techniques, his mind replaying the time he bent you over the dorm couch during a group project, pounding your ass with relentless snaps of his hips while classmates chattered obliviously nearby, the risk making his cock twitch now as he shifts in his seat, hand sneaking under the table to squeeze his shaft through fabric, edging himself discreetly until study ends, dragging you to his room to reenact it raw and deeper, filling your hole with hot spurts of seed.
Nerd!Gojo, who offers to tutor you one-on-one but ends up on his knees between your legs, textbook propped on your thigh as he laps hungrily at your exposed pussy, sucking your clit like it's the key to unlocking a domain, his tongue swirling precise patterns while he mumbles corrections to your notes, arousal building until he stands, shoves his pants down, and mounts you right there, cock sliding home in one thrust to rut wildly, quizzing you on formulas between gasps as he chases his peak inside you.
Nerd!Gojo, whose jealousy flares when you mention a tough concept from another prof, leading him to pin you against the bookshelf mid-session, yanking your leggings down to expose your ass and plunge two fingers into your soaking cunt, pumping them roughly while he rants about superior jujutsu lore, his erection grinding against your thigh until he spins you around, lifts your leg, and drives his thick cock into you, hips pistoning as he claims every inch, cumming with a possessive snarl about being your only expert.
Nerd!Gojo, who thrives on endurance tests like extended study binges but incorporates his lust by edging himself hourly, hand fisting his veiny dick under the desk while watching you bite your lip in concentration, whispering filthy hypotheticals about binding you with reversed curses to fuck you senseless, stopping just before release to refocus, until the final stretch where he snaps, hauling you onto his lap to impale you on his denied cock, bouncing you hard until he erupts, flooding your pussy as dawn breaks over scattered papers.
More headcanons this time it’s Nerdjo because I love him sm 🥹🥹.
Nerd!Gojo, who pauses his late-night cramming session, textbooks splayed open, to yank down his pants and wrap his fist around his throbbing cock, stroking furiously while fantasizing about you riding him reverse cowgirl, your ass bouncing as he grips your hips and thrusts up to bury himself balls-deep in your tight pussy, grunting equations under his breath until thick ropes of cum splatter across his notes, only then wiping himself off to resume studying with a smug grin, already plotting how to make the fantasy real next time you join him.
Nerd!Gojo, whose nose twitches during joint study marathons when he catches your arousal wafting from between your legs, distracting him so much he excuses himself to the bathroom, locks the door, and jerks his leaking dick against the sink, inhaling deeply from your forgotten sweater clutched in his other hand, imagining shoving his face into your dripping folds to tongue-fuck your clit until you scream, his pace quickening as he pumps harder, cumming with a muffled groan while picturing your juices coating his chin.
Nerd!Gojo, who turns your shared desk into an erotic lab, sliding his chair closer to hike up your skirt and spread your thighs wide, his fingers delving into your slick pussy to 'demonstrate' nerve clusters like a true scholar, curling deep to hit your g-spot while he lectures on cursed technique parallels, his free hand palming his rock-hard bulge until he can't resist freeing his cock to rub the swollen head against your entrance, then slamming in with a scholarly moan, fucking you steadily as pages rustle forgotten.
Nerd!Gojo, who zones out explaining barrier techniques, his mind replaying the time he bent you over the dorm couch during a group project, pounding your ass with relentless snaps of his hips while classmates chattered obliviously nearby, the risk making his cock twitch now as he shifts in his seat, hand sneaking under the table to squeeze his shaft through fabric, edging himself discreetly until study ends, dragging you to his room to reenact it raw and deeper, filling your hole with hot spurts of seed.
Nerd!Gojo, who offers to tutor you one-on-one but ends up on his knees between your legs, textbook propped on your thigh as he laps hungrily at your exposed pussy, sucking your clit like it's the key to unlocking a domain, his tongue swirling precise patterns while he mumbles corrections to your notes, arousal building until he stands, shoves his pants down, and mounts you right there, cock sliding home in one thrust to rut wildly, quizzing you on formulas between gasps as he chases his peak inside you.
Nerd!Gojo, whose jealousy flares when you mention a tough concept from another prof, leading him to pin you against the bookshelf mid-session, yanking your leggings down to expose your ass and plunge two fingers into your soaking cunt, pumping them roughly while he rants about superior jujutsu lore, his erection grinding against your thigh until he spins you around, lifts your leg, and drives his thick cock into you, hips pistoning as he claims every inch, cumming with a possessive snarl about being your only expert.
Nerd!Gojo, who thrives on endurance tests like extended study binges but incorporates his lust by edging himself hourly, hand fisting his veiny dick under the desk while watching you bite your lip in concentration, whispering filthy hypotheticals about binding you with reversed curses to fuck you senseless, stopping just before release to refocus, until the final stretch where he snaps, hauling you onto his lap to impale you on his denied cock, bouncing you hard until he erupts, flooding your pussy as dawn breaks over scattered papers.
bf!choso, who watches you shower through the glass pane door just to masturbate and drool over your pretty body.
bf!choso, who loves being on top just so he can watch your face while he ruins you.
bf!choso, who watches you get ready through the mirror, pretending he’s not staring while absolutely memorizing every movement you make.
bf!choso, who clings to your waist when you walk past, like he physically can’t let you out of reach for more than a second.
bf!choso, who sneaks peeks at you changing clothes through the cracked bedroom door, his hand slipping into his pants to stroke his hardening cock while imagining burying his face between your thighs, lapping at your wet folds until you beg him to stop.
bf!choso, who drops to his knees the second you snap your fingers, eyes wide and pleading as he nuzzles against your inner thighs, inhaling your scent deeply before spreading your legs wide and diving in to suck on your clit with desperate, sloppy hunger, his tongue flicking relentlessly even as tears stream down his face from overstimulation.
bf!choso, who begs you to ride his face after a long day, gripping the sheets as you grind your pussy against his mouth, his muffled moans vibrating through you while he swallows every drop of your arousal, refusing to let you pull away until he's made you cum at least twice.
bf!choso, who watches you sleep at night, his gaze fixed on the way your shirt rides up to expose your panties, leading him to carefully pull them aside and lick slow, worshipful stripes along your slit, waking you with soft whimpers of need as his obsession takes over.
bf!choso, who follows you around the house like a lost puppy, stealing moments to press his face into your crotch whenever you're sitting, inhaling greedily and humping your leg subtly, his submissive whines growing louder if you tease him by denying him a taste.
bf!choso, who masturbates furiously to the memory of your last encounter, replaying how you pinned him down and made him eat you out for hours, his cock leaking pre-cum as he edges himself, whispering your name like a prayer until you catch him and punish him by sitting on his face again.
bf!choso, who gets on all fours for you without hesitation, arching his back as you finger his ass while he eats your pussy from below, his tongue thrusting deep inside you in rhythm with your movements, completely lost in his submissive haze and the intoxicating flavor of your juices.
bf!choso, who leaves voicemails of himself moaning your name while fingering his own hole, describing in explicit detail how he dreams of you using his mouth as your personal toy, begging for the chance to prove his devotion by making you squirt all over his face.
bf!choso, who watches you shower through the glass pane door just to masturbate and drool over your pretty body.
bf!choso, who loves being on top just so he can watch your face while he ruins you.
bf!choso, who watches you get ready through the mirror, pretending he’s not staring while absolutely memorizing every movement you make.
bf!choso, who clings to your waist when you walk past, like he physically can’t let you out of reach for more than a second.
bf!choso, who sneaks peeks at you changing clothes through the cracked bedroom door, his hand slipping into his pants to stroke his hardening cock while imagining burying his face between your thighs, lapping at your wet folds until you beg him to stop.
bf!choso, who drops to his knees the second you snap your fingers, eyes wide and pleading as he nuzzles against your inner thighs, inhaling your scent deeply before spreading your legs wide and diving in to suck on your clit with desperate, sloppy hunger, his tongue flicking relentlessly even as tears stream down his face from overstimulation.
bf!choso, who begs you to ride his face after a long day, gripping the sheets as you grind your pussy against his mouth, his muffled moans vibrating through you while he swallows every drop of your arousal, refusing to let you pull away until he's made you cum at least twice.
bf!choso, who watches you sleep at night, his gaze fixed on the way your shirt rides up to expose your panties, leading him to carefully pull them aside and lick slow, worshipful stripes along your slit, waking you with soft whimpers of need as his obsession takes over.
bf!choso, who follows you around the house like a lost puppy, stealing moments to press his face into your crotch whenever you're sitting, inhaling greedily and humping your leg subtly, his submissive whines growing louder if you tease him by denying him a taste.
bf!choso, who masturbates furiously to the memory of your last encounter, replaying how you pinned him down and made him eat you out for hours, his cock leaking pre-cum as he edges himself, whispering your name like a prayer until you catch him and punish him by sitting on his face again.
bf!choso, who gets on all fours for you without hesitation, arching his back as you finger his ass while he eats your pussy from below, his tongue thrusting deep inside you in rhythm with your movements, completely lost in his submissive haze and the intoxicating flavor of your juices.
bf!choso, who leaves voicemails of himself moaning your name while fingering his own hole, describing in explicit detail how he dreams of you using his mouth as your personal toy, begging for the chance to prove his devotion by making you squirt all over his face.
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