synopsis . Going over “simple physics” with your annoying tutee. content . afab!reader, gojo is a yapper (as always), teasing, porn with no plot, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, reader barely gets a word out—he’s really annoying, pet names, cockwarming, he's a nerd in a fratboy's body, covering of the mouth, creampie, cockiness, filth, humbling him, squirting, teasing, etc. (this fic is based on this anon req)
“Can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you. I thought you were too stuck up for this kinda’ thing, honestly.” His voice is by far the most annoyingly attractive thing your ears have ever had the (dis)pleasure of listening to and yet there it was purring against your ear, “S’kinda hot though,” Gojo hums, lips brushing your skin for the nth time before his eyes roll. “Or, it would be if you were actually paying attention to me…”
“We’re supposed to be studying for your physics final!” You remind the guy as if you weren’t currently sitting prettily in his lap with his swollen cock kept nice ‘n warm inside your soaking cunt, “It’s next week—“
“We’re studying physics plenty right now, no?” He asks sarcastically before his hands come pawing around your steadily twitching frame. The slightest movement from him had your breath hitching with the way his blushing tip placed such chaste kisses against the hilt of your pussy. You were stuffed far too full to think properly and his hands coming over to spread your legs out some more wasn’t helping your situation.
You end up frowning and sending him a lighthearted glare, “No, idiot, this isn’t studying.” As you say that, you try leaning forwards toward the desk in front of you and reach for a nearby pencil, “We haven’t even written anything down yet!”
With an ever-presently annoying smirk on his face, Gojo weighs his head to the side and rolls his hips up a little, "So? I think this is the best way to study physics, honestly."
"How the hell do you figure that?" You ask.
The two of you have been in this position for well over thirty minutes—curtesy of you stupidly falling for his charm and letting him convince you that cockwarming would help him focus—and there’s little to nothing new added to your study sheets ahead. You’ve made one too many slick messes around his cock so now you’re trying to move past your embarrassingly quick orgasms and focus on what the two of you met up for in the first place.
"Well, we're going over the basics here,” Gojo’s hands slip down from your hips and to your thighs before he gabs a nice hold of them and spreads them open wider—suddenly leaning up with you and letting his chest become flush with your back.
Your brows furrow and you scoff this time, "The basics? What—“
Before you can get your next array of questions out, he’s wrapping one biiiig arm around you and letting his hand fly in between your perfectly parted legs, "Who's the one doing the tutoring here, me or you? Hah," Your tutee teases, his fingertips shifting through clothes and grazing your clit now, "Let's say I wanted to make you squirt, yeah?"
"Wait, that's not-," You try to cut him off again—you really do—but you ultimately fail because even as you shoot a hand of your own down to his wrist, the needy pad of his finger presses over your clit as if to say hello.
"I'd have to take a few things into consideration. Pressure, volume, and rhythm,” As his words smooth out, his finger is soft ‘n easy against your already twitching bud. You’ve been sensitive to his touch for much longer than you’d care to admit so it wasn’t taking a lot of effort for him to get you squirming again."Right now, my rhythm is a bit off, you see." He narrates, his hips nor finger having no set pace against you.
His other hand finds your hips again and the instant you feel him grasp at you, your jaw falls open and his name leaves you all airily, "Satoru-"
"Shhh, shh, focus on how it feels, pretty girl." He cuts off once more.
Then, you feel him coax your hips into lifting a bit, allowing a good few inches of his cock to exit your saccharine warmth for a moment long enough to catch your breath again. "As I was saying, if I start to speed up a bit…” His hips thrust upwards to meet where yours had been lifted, “…and add a little bit of pressure riiiight here," The finger that’d been at your clit halts in rubbing and flows with his wording, applying pressure to your already sensitive body. “We get—“
"Fuck!" The mixed gasp of a moan flies out of your lips loud enough to make both of you remember you’re sitting in a public space, causing a nearby head to turn your way whilst your legs shudder and you slump forward to hide your face against the desk.
"—Volume.” Gojo finishes off as he feels that slippery wetness begin to coat everything in between the two of you. Getting out of the library after this was going to be hell but, that’s for future him to worry about. As for now, he’s too busy kissing the back of your neck and smiling, "See? Simple physics!”
After taking a long sum of moments to capture air back into your lungs, you manage out a ragged, "I-I know that, Satoru." even as your legs continue their soft quaking.
Again, he merely lets his smile broaden, "S'that why you moaned like that just now?"
Your head quickly flies up and, despite your panting, you whirl back to glare at him, "Fuck you.”
Gojo’s brow cocks up and the little light in his eyes seems to get impossibly brighter as if excited, "You can try right now if you'd like. Jus' don't get too loud when-, shit."
Cutting him off, you let your walls squeeze around the thickness currently resting inside you, watching the way his cockiness falls into something needy almost immediately.
"Remember that thing you said about pressure?" Your voice is still soft due to your recent lack of steady breath, but the sudden shift in your tone still makes his snowy lashes begin to bat.
"Hahh, wait," Gojo grunts and his hands rush to hold your hips. He knows all too well that if you start moving he’d make an even bigger mess of the two of you then need be.
(Un)Luckily for him, all you’re doing is this constant rhythm of squeezing his cock like you wanted him to lose his mind and forget he can’t just left you up and bend you over the desk before spilling a thick load of his cum into you.
"I told you," You hum, hips lifting now, "I knew all of that already," then your hips fall with a subtle bounce, cunt clamping around him and making him choke on what little air he had left in his throat.
Those blue eyes of his begin to travel back and he tries to lean away from you as if that would help him escape the constant pressure gifting his veiny shaft. "If you-, hnngh... if you keep-, shit,” One hand leaves you and flies to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it to stuff in between his lips to help muffle his moans, “If you keep squeezing me like that I'm gonna-," Even with the fabric in between his teeth, something loud ‘n pathetic flies out of him when you roll your hips and clench simultaneously.
Then you feel his cock throb wildly and watch his head fall back, uncaring of what else leaves his throat as creamy cum floods your insides.
"Mhm, it's just like you said, 'Toru,” You’re the one smiling this time around, “Simple physics."
summary: zuko watched iroh grow weaker with each day, guilt settling heavier in his chest knowing he couldn’t fulfill his uncle’s final wish: to see him married. but between rebuilding a nation and his royal duties, marriage felt like another burden — until, after countless sleepless nights, zuko finally came up with a solution that would keep iroh smiling a little longer.
warnings: mdni, 18+ content, smut, fem!reader, morally questionable!reader, inexperienced!zuko, experienced!reader, fake marriage, awkward intimacy, “you said this was fake so why are you looking at me like that” typa fic, jealousy, touch starvation, flirting, banter, palace drama, zuko has issues, reader also has issues, together they become everyone else’s problem.
author notes: zuko deserves romance, emotional support, therapy, peace and unfortunately i am giving him none of those things for now ✌️my bad gang.
