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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

[sj-ism]

hey girlieeeee where r u from??? what’s ur ethnicity??!! (not tryna be like weird just curious I promise…..😭😭😭 love ur fics btw!!!)

hiii anon! so this is a tough question to answer as i am nomad RCTA so currently im making stay in 🇰🇷 and my full ethnicity currently is 🇹🇭🇰🇷🇬🇭

I’m a ghairea mix breed!💕💕💕

[sj-ism]

WHO’S THAT IN THE BACK? ☎︎ 💬 🥃

CORTIS COLLEGE SMAU• pairing: Zhao Yufan x Fem Reader

summary: Your homegirls and the cortis boys randomly merge into one big college friend group n start going everywhere together. Late food runs, random outings, weekly parties, all of it. And if there’s one thing about your side,it’s that you’re known. Niche party girls. intimidating. Always orbiting drama. Always invited. A new guy slowly makes his way into the mix. Quiet. Nonchalant. Unfairly attractive. The type that leans against the wall and just watches everything from afar. Unfortunately for him, you love a challenge.So the plotting begins…;)

character Index 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13

• warnings: Sub use,Underage drinking,Foul language, Slow burn, Situationships, Angst , lowkey cortis x everyone,idk just read it

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a/n:I think it’s about time to introduce cortis to the ancient jackson wang party wattpad multiuniverse. like we’ve strayed too far from our roots. they can’t escape me. we WILL be reviving the wattpad heritage. cortis, welcome back to 2018. i’m scared I won’t write this correctly so it’s gonna be a bit cringy at first

[kimdraculiaa]

loser!nerdjo who’s constantly on his A game. an engineering major, straight a’s, 4.0 gpa, top of his class, hell he was probably top of the whole school.

loser!nerdjo who’s extremely, extremely gifted and intelligent, he’s virtually a genius to the fullest extent of the word. the man could go on and on about the general theory of relativity for hours and in great detail, yet cannot form a single coherent thought when you walk through the front door of his Calculus II class that fateful day.

loser!nerdjo who literally can NOT focus one bit. i mean, how can he when you were sitting so beautifully a few rows down from him? the way your eyebrows knitted together as you mentally dissected the lectures, the way your eyebrows knitted together and your tongue stuck out ever so slightly at the corner of your lips as you took notes. you looked so concentrated. something he clearly (for the first time) was not because the lecture had come to a close and he realized he’d retained absolutely nothing the professor had gone over that day, but hey, he knew what little whimsical habits you had when you were focused, because that’ll help him on the exams right?

loser!nerdjo who couldn’t have been more wrong, and gets his first ever ‘B’ because he chooses to occupy his class time lost in thought about subjects clearly more important than trigonometric substitution. like for example, wondering what you liked to do for fun, your favorite show, favorite movie, what color your underwear was..

loser!nerdjo who’s all “woe is me” when he realizes that the chances of you and him are slim to literally never because you were everything he wasn’t and more. pretty, social, popular, pretty again, and he was just some braniac loser nobody, and ESPECIALLY not you would pay any mind to.

loser!nerdjo who makes an absolute fool out of himself when you come running to him for calculus help and he stands there in complete silence, lock-jawed, with pupils the size of the moon instead of giving you an answer.

“gojo, are you okay…?” you’d ask him, actual concern etching your features.

“uh…’m fine…” he’d mumble so inarticulately you could barely piece together what he’d said as his ears turned bright crimson. god, he was so embarrassingly pathetic when it came to you.

loser!nerdjo who can’t beeelieeeveeee he’d secured your number!!! you??? the prettiest girl he’d ever seen??? he had YOUR number??? well…sure it was to arrange for a tutoring sesh so he could help you out with calculus. but it didn’t matter what it was for!! he had your number!!!! that had to count for something, right? just the mere thought of talking to you outside of class got him all hot and worked up.

loser!nerdjo who’s a sad, 6’4 sack of lust. he just can’t stop thinking about you in ways more intimate than he’d like to admit. you needed his help? that was no small feat. you needed him.

loser!nerdjo who felt like a total pervert cumming a total of three times that night, the first being right after the two of you had arranged a date for the tutoring. tomorrow at 3, in one of the on-campus study rooms. the ideal that he could help you in some way, even if it was just mathematically made him so unbelievably hard, so him cumming the last two times that he did was practically a given.

loser!nerdjo who felt so extremely disgusted and sick with himself after he got done.

loser!nerdjo who’d arrived to the study room an entire HOUR early just to make sure everything was perfectly prepared and set for you when you arrived. he couldn’t afford for even the slightest thing to go wrong. everything had to be perfect for you. perfect like you. now it was only a race between him and time. forty five minutes to 3, thirty, twenty five, fifteen, ten, five, and then two. his palms were sweaty now, he chest was tight and his throat was closing up. to simply say he was just nervous would be an embarrassing understatement.

loser!nerdjo who sees you approaching the study room, books in hand, looking like a fuckin’ angel.

“hi!” you’d enthusiastically say.

“hi…” he’d say rather absentmindedly because he was hardly even present right now, you were so beautiful up close like this. oh lord what were you doing to him?

loser!nerdjo who genuinely thought he was going to die, and you’d be holding the gun that kills him. you were jus’ so pretty, so pretty, so pretty and he couldn’t handle it.

loser!nerdjo who is finally able to regain his composure and get to teaching you. after all, you were counting on him! depending on him even. what kind of an asshole would he be to let you down?

loser!nerdjo who tried his absolute best to teach you in a way you’d easily understand, hoping to clear up your confusion and ease your mind. and while he did help, given you understood way more now than you did before, you still just couldn’t fully grasp it, and you were getting frustrated. you sigh, exasperated, and start absentmindedly bouncing your leg. naturally satoru’s eyes just couldn’t help but wonder down and- holy shit. has your skirt been ridden up like that this whole time?

loser!nerdjo who was practically salivating at just seeing the teensiest bit of upper thigh like a total virgin.

loser!nerdjo who turns scarlet red when you catch him looking. you laugh thinking he’s cute, endearing. and purposely stretch your legs out ever so slightly, causing your skirt to ride up a bit more, playing it off as unintentional, it wasn’t. god you were killing him.

loser!nerdjo who notices you seem rather distracted. your full attention isn’t on him and your eyes keep wandering off to empty spots around the room in the distance. each time this happens, he simply adjusts his teaching style and works around it. he’s happy to make some changes for you. this adjusting happens more times than either of you would like to admit. you apologize to him, saying you just couldn’t stay focused and didn’t know why!! you felt like such a dummy.

loser!nerdjo who decides to try some alternative and rather unorthodox methods.

———

loser!nerdjo who’s head is squished so tightly between your thighs, his face buried, no…submerged from his nose alllll the way down to his chin in this pretty, puffy pussy you had. and it was just giving him life. you were giving him life. every moan you let out, every tremble your legs made closed around his head, every whimper, every ‘satoru!!’ that rolled off your lips, he loved every last second of it. holy shit, this was way better than porn!!!

loser!nerdjo who clearly was an expert multitasker, and this demonstrated excellent multitasking skills as he both explained improper integrals all the while rolling his tongue slow and languid over your puffy folds, spit mixing with slick making a big, lewd, mess as you squirmed like an insect on top of his lips.

loser!nerdjo who wasn’t only good at math and physics, but evidently was also an anatomical mastermind. because he found your clit almost immediately and began his oral assault, attacking it with his tongue rhythmically, doin’ tricks you couldn’t even begin to describe. you were already so close.

loser!nerdjo who couldn’t even speak properly because his tongue was preoccupied and his mouth was so oh so fullllll of you!!

“so- mmfph when it- mmmm comes to….holy shit pussy’s s’good- mmmfh derivatives-

loser!nerdjo who nearly cries because he used to PRAY for times like this. and now here you were, smothering him with your cunt, humping up so deliciously into his face that it almost felt like you were fucking him. hell, he almost called his mother and told her he’d made it.

loser!nerdjo who after finishing the concept you guys were on, forces you to repeat everything you’ve learned back to him, quizzing you on it, and for every one you got wrong, he’d eat you torturously slower.

“um, is it B?” you’d guess in response to one of his pop quiz questions.

“wrong.” he’d say and change speed, now dragging his tongue painfully slow over your pussy. he’d usually never speak to ANYONE with such confidence. guess pussy gives you wings.

“wait—no! satoru please!” you’d cry out in response to his sudden leisurely speed.

loser!nerdjo who hopes to whatever god was listening that he was doing this right, and his prayers were answered soon enough, when you started to violently shake, shake, shake! and eventually squirt in response to his efforts. his pupils dilate like crazy and he’s staring at your folds with absolute awe, like the scene in front of him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, it was.

“holy shit…” he says, voice stuck at a whisper, because he couldn’t seem to find it in him to speak up, not when your pussy was performing so beautifully for him.

loser!nerdjo who’s finally satisfied with both you and with your body’s response to this new knowledge and sees it fit to move on to the next calculus topic. he was so proud! you’d come so far and actually understood the material now, you weren’t dumb at all, and he thought it being unfair to you that you kept self-proclaiming yourself as such.

“see, pretty girl? you’re so smart.” he’d say looking up at you, doe-eyed, with his head still in between your thighs, absolute awe and adoration gracing his beautiful, beautiful face, as you gush over his praise.

“now we’ll do numerical integration. that okay with you?” he’d ask innocently, because your approval was so important to him it was almost unhealthy, he was sure. you’d nod, ready to move on and he’d reposition himself between your legs, eye level with your cunt now, and prepare the next topic. this continued for several hours until you completely grasped the material in its entirety.

loser!nerdjo who’d made you cum on his lips five whole times that afternoon.

[blkkizzat]

i'm high rn so i can't be held responsible...blame @yung-notorious for this...fjkefhdbvshfbdvhksbdfvhsbdf

no but like imagine you go to the same college with nerdjo. you have the same major and he pretty much burns holes into the back of your head in every class you share with him. but he's a huge nerd with greasy hair and thick glasses so he doesn't know how to approach you—the prettiest girl he's ever seen in his 21 years of existence. gojo BEGS suguru for your number though when he finds out y'all were lab partners last semester. and gojo wastes no time. he starts texting you as soon as break starts. unfortunately it's his first time texting a girl on the phone, that is not his mom—so he just doesn't know better. this works so well for the girls on onlyfans so he doesn't know why you aren't responding :(

you don't even know who this is but you are considering getting a restraining order soon if blocking him doesn't work. :/ cfklhdrfkshdfkvsorryimhigh

[kimdraculiaa]

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY

: ̗̀➛ summary: being an assistant is far from easy, especially when the man you’re assisting is THE Satoru Gojo, CEO of the most respected company on the planet, making him one of the most influential, wealthiest, most important, and most successful men in the world. he wants you, needs you in fact, and you’re struggling with keeping the relationship between you two strictly professional. you also think he’s annoying as fuck. but you know what they say. there’s a thin line between love and hate. can you navigate this? should you keep it professional between you two? or should you have a little fun? after all, what’s work without a little bit of play?

: ̗̀➛ warnings: smut, sexual language, porn with plot-ish…, oral (female receiving), cunnilingus, p in v, reader referred to as female, making out, overstim, pussy drunk gojo, and def at least two more than i’m forgetting so sorry in advance…

: ̗̀➛ wc: 5.3k (not proofread bc i’m lazy asf)

: ̗̀➛ a/n: lowkirkenuinely rushed asf…LOLOLOL

Finally. You’d been working tirelessly all day as though you had been some kind of a dog! Finally, you thought. You could finally catch a break, catch your breath, hell, maybe you could even relax a little. After all you finally had a little bit of spare time! you slump down slowly into the seat of your desk that suddenly felt ten times comfier than usual, which wasn’t much because the comfort these chairs offered were no better than that of a boulder. you sit, so exhausted, so worn out, and bordering on hallucinogenic.

You let out a melodramatic sigh, throwing your head back, letting your heavy eyes flutter shut ever so solemnly, ever so slightly, even if it meant you may rest only for this little moment that you had.

*ding!*

You startle up.

*1 new message received!*

You reluctantly reach for your phone and you sigh, sorrowfully and sadly because at the end of the day, you were still at work.

You were still an assistant. not just an assistant anywhere either, but rather an assistant at Gojo Enterprises Inc.

As in the company that’s been around circa 1972.

As in the company founded by the most respected, the most successful, the wealthiest clan on the planet.

As in the Gojo clan.

THE Gojo Enterprises Inc.

As in….the literal most celebrated and most respected company in the world.

And you thought you could catch a break?

Cute.

You’re almost angry, even, for letting yourself believe that you could have but a moment’s worth of rest.

That being acknowledged, you unlock your phone and head straight to messages. the message you received, was from none other than Satoru Gojo.

As in the loved by all, respected by all, genius-since-birth, natural born to lead, first and only son of the Gojo clan.

As in the Gojo clan’s most prized possession.

As in the sexiest man you’ve ever seen your boss!!

Your direct boss. because, you see you weren’t just any assistant, oh no. you were his.

His assistant. Just his, nobody else’s, for him and him only. You report to him and nobody else, and he can NOT stress this enough. It always weirded you out, I mean, there were so many other overqualified candidates and then there was just….you.

But he insisted, oh yes he did. And when Satoru Gojo insists…..who’d dare to question his intentions? Fucking cowards, you’d often think of them. Anyway, you were losing yourself! Getting all in your own head. After coming down from the solace, the high your thoughts were clearly offering, you read his message.

It read:

“i need you. see me in my office, urgent.”

Plain, and simple. But you groan, irritated even still. You see, you and Satoru Gojo don’t exactly see eye to eye, you tend to get off on the wrong foot. Okay, no more sugarcoating. To put things plainly, you didn’t care all that much for him. You think he’s an arrogant, arrogant, ARROGANT, selfish, stuck up, out of touch, pathetic result of nepotism, rich, overgrown manchild. Oh, did you mention arrogant? I mean, what’s not to hate? And what the fuck could he possibly need you for now??? This was like the millionth time you’ve been summoned by him today ALONE.

Each time he would insist it was “urgent”, and each time, would it be some bullshit the moment you stepped into that office. Get him coffee, accompany him to this meeting, cancel the next one, schedule this appointment, pluck his ASS HAIRS even. Didn’t happen yet, but with the way he’s compulsively dialing you like some fucked up lifeline of his, you’re sure he’ll ask you to pluck ‘em sooner or later. It was tiring. And honestly, at this point it felt like he just wanted an excuse to see you, to bask in your presence, to talk to you. To try (and fail.) to get you to go out with him AGAIN.

You drag an EXHAUSTED hand over your EXHAUSTED face and inhale. 3, 2, 1. Then you exhale and stand up. You drag your high heel wearing, pencil skirt wearing, glasses wearing, overworked, (and in case you haven’t clocked it by now, EXHAUSTED) body up and down countless halls, endless corridors, and into the nearest elevator you can find. You enter, you’re on the ground floor now, this you know. You’ve played this game of repetition about a thousand times, you know the drill, whatever. You hit the button for the highest floor, which was ENTIRELY composed of his office by the way, in an extravagant showcase of wealth, classic Gojo style. You sigh, and then you brace yourself to see him for the umpteenth time today.

To have to see, and be forced to look into eyes so beautifully, brightly, and piercingly blue, you swore they saw past you, into your soul, could see the very shape of it, of you.

To have to stand before one of the most powerful, one of the most important, one of the most influential men on the planet, to have to bend to his every will and beckon, do whatever the hell he wanted you to do. It was sickening. It sickened you to your core in fact. Yet, something about how much it sickened you intrigued you, it felt good and you knew it, you just chose to ignore it, chose to take the easy way out.

You weren’t left with these thoughts that sickened you so for much longer, however, before the elevator abruptly came to a stop and the doors slid open. The first thing you noticed was the slight, musk of whiskey, or maybe it was bourbon? Wait, weren’t those synonymous? didn’t matter much though because whatever scent the bourbon couldn’t occupy, his expensive, thick cologne did.

And there he was. Waiting. Waiting for you. You internally yell every curse word you could deliberate, which felt like every curse in the WORLD and you knew it still wouldn’t be enough to capture your supposed “hate” for the man. If you hated him so, why did you tolerate him at the end of it all? Why did you agree to this position? Why did you treat his very command like it had been the law? Why the actual FUCK did he look so fucking good today?

Wait, what the fuck? Yikes. Must be the air in here, you think, and adjust yourself accordingly to present yourself in an appropriate manner before your boss. There was no time for your mind to be wandering like this.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, which I am never,” His voice gently projects from some unknown corner of his office, and you sigh, and purse your lips, already knowing it was about to be some shit. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Footsteps. Slow, deliberate, and calculated. And then a body. Here he was, the CEO of Gojo Enterprises Inc. In the flesh, Satoru Gojo, aka THE #1 nepo asshole.

“—however I believe I called for you urgently. I told you I needed you, I told you it was urgent. yet here you are, in my office, a whole two minutes late.” He says, eerily calm, not a care in the world. but then again, he’s rich. What’s to care about? He approaches you with a speed very slow, very calculated. It was as though he thought out his every single move, every action he takes before executing them. As he approached you, you couldn’t help but drown in his gaze. His cerulean gaze that nearly tore you to shreds.

You look up at him, he’s so close now, too close, like so close you could file an HR complaint. You swallow hard. When he was this close to you, you could smell his expensive cologne. It clouded your senses, fucked with your thoughts, you gather yourself and manage to get it together while simultaneously concealing this affect he seemingly had on you.

“You’re fired.” He says, plain and simple once again.

Yeah, you don’t buy it. This was Satoru after all. The same uppity, eccentric man who seems to have not a care in the world since the very day he was conceived. The man who bothered you about a trillion times a day, the one you’d done everything for, I mean, it was your job. He needed you. You roll your eyes once more, he was always pulling dumb shit like this on you.

“No, I’m not.” you say, deadpanning, tired of his bull, and ready to get on with whatever the reason he called you here for, whatever it was.

He stares at you for a beat.

And then he smiles, big, wide, and starts fucking laughing. Was he like….serious right now? eventually his laughing subsides, and his smile grows calmer.

“No, you’re not. Could never fire you, Such an angel.” He said, drawling his words out languidly in a manner that should’ve disgusted you to your very core, but it didn’t. Why? You couldn’t get into the details much and wouldn’t bother getting into them either. All the while you pondered, he looked at you, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite identify, so we’ll just call it endearment for now. But there was something else there, that’s what it looked like, something almost dangerous? But oh, here you go thinking too much again. Luckily for you, your thoughts are interrupted by your Divine Savior, Satoru! Oh, just where would you be without him?

“Holy shit, you’re jus’ so pretty. Why haven’t you let me take you out yet?” He said breathlessly. see, there’s that arrogance you were going on about. He just won’t stop bothering you. He thinks he’s hot shit. he is. He keeps asking you out, making all these advances, he personally chose YOU to be his assistant, and for what? To be with you? As if. He’s a billionaire for God’s sake. There was always a part of you though, a part of you that didn’t completely mind his antics. A part of you that enjoyed the chase, just a little bit.

You clear your throat in an attempt to both somehow gather your thoughts and mentally rearrange them in a single-file line, grade school style. You then reattempt to redirect this conversation.

“Right. What was it that you needed from me, Mr. Executive?” You said, ensuring your tone remained neutral and professional. He hated when you did that. You knew it, you did. And in this, you managed to get that smug fucking grin you hated so much to falter. Before he dropped it completely. His expression suddenly grew serious and slightly agitated.

Mr. fucking Executive???

He scoffed.

“Stop. Drop all that formal bullshit. Y’know, when you first started callin’ me Mr. Executive. I thought it was sexy. Thought you were sexy, still do. But now? Now, I want you to call me Satoru. I’ve told you that so, so many times, yet we find ourselves back here, in this office, having this same fucking conversation.” He said annoyedly. You knew just how to get under his skin. You show up here everyday, and you’re so perfect, and you’re beautiful, and you’re sexy. Holy fuck, were you sexy. You drove him crazy every fuckin’ day and you didn’t even know it. His train of thoughts are suddenly interrupted when you pipe up.

“You have. truthfully, you have told me many times to call you by your first name, but I fear that would simply just be incredibly inappropriate of me-“ You start, but you don’t make it very far before you’re cut off.

“Then let’s be inappropriate.”

“Excuse me…?”

“Let’s be inappropriate.” He says again, clearer this time in the hopes that maybe you will understand. And you do. You do understand. But that doesn’t make the statement any less confusing, doesn’t make it easier. He maintains eye contact with you throughout this whole ordeal, his gaze all shades of blue, piercing deep into you, and settling somewhere risky.

“I’m not sure I understand, Mr. Executive.” You say, your tone was losing firmness, you were stunting, despite how you tried to fight against it, your voice slightly unstable now. He abruptly laughs bitterly, turning away from you, and for the first time since you’ve walked into this office, he breaks eye contact with you.

“Again with this Executive bullshit, holy fuck.” He says, exasperated. He walks over to his desk and roughly slumps down onto the chair, massaging his temples, frustration etching across his features, bleeding through his mannerisms.

You’re confused. And the fact that you’re confused seems to really piss him off, which by default pisses you off even more, so now you’re both angry, and you decide to drop the formalities a little bit, because if it’s one thing you won’t take so freely, it’s shit like this.

“Okay, I really don’t see what it is you’re so frustrated about. If there’s something you need to say, and CLEARLY there is, be a man and fucking say it.” You’re fuming and you’re just going off at the mouth, and you realize all too late that in a sentence you’ve just both gotten smart with and sworn at your fucking boss. You were SOOOO fucked. He slowly raises his head up, looks at you, and his face drops. His expression becoming suddenly unreadable.

“Holy shit, this is the problem i’m having with you. Every day, every fucking day, you show up here. You show up in those fucking heels, in that fucking skirt, and that fucking face and you fucking drive me crazy. Every day without fail. I have to see you everyday, knowing that I don’t have you, and you’re just so beautiful. You don’t even know what you do to me. You’re hurting me. You’re killing me.”

Woah. you didn’t think you’ve ever heard so many variations of “fuck” in a single breath.

Well here’s one.

Fuck it. Why not get sexually involved with your boss?? GREAT idea right?

….

Two minutes later, and your tongues are down one another’s throats. He’s lifting you up against the wall and the air feels like passion, whiskey and the tiniest tinge of sex. He’s kissing you, kissing you, kissing you, kissing you with energy so fervent, with a desire that burns so hot, even the hottest of flames would cower at the hand of a heat so intense. And you’re kissing him back, trying to keep up with his need, his want, his burning desire but he just wants this so much it’s almost hard to catch up. It was heady, dizzying, and you’re in a daze, in a daze, in a daze, and then you realize who this man is, who you’re dealing with. The CEO of the biggest company intercontinentally, worldwide. There wasn’t a single person who didn’t know his name, and you’re fooling around with him? No. No, you need to stay professional, but maybe enjoy it for a little longer? Couldn’t hurt right? So you do, you encapsulate yourself in his warmth, in his kiss, in his tongue, and you do so until you literally can’t breathe, and so you pull away.

“Hold on.” You gasp, trying oh so desperately to catch your breath, your head is just spinning, reeling in fact. And he’s trying to catch his too, he looks at you and he’s looking as though you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever done seen. You are. He can’t even speak he’s so in awe of you, so he gently tilts his head instead as if to ask you what the matter was.

“This. We can’t do this. We can’t. this could ruin you, it could ruin us. You’re a very important man. You can’t have scandals like this, it could tarnish your career…” You say, voice trailing off at the end, and your tone becomes more hushed as you go on, this was a dirty little secret after all, if even one person heard you, if this got out? It could be detrimental. to the both of you.

“Fuck the career, I want you.” He whispers intimately, the ghosts of his words stroke your lips softly, teasing you, taunting you even, and you swear you see his pupils dilate. He looked like a lost puppy, leaning back in to kiss you again, this time slow, passionate, intimately, living in the moment. And with the way he kissed you, you wanted to believe it you really really did, and he kissed you like he truly believed every word that came out of his mouth.

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t! You weren’t naive. The two of you had to be realistic about this, and this? This was far from real. You slowly pull away again.

“No, we can’t. We can’t do this, and we shouldn’t. You called me up to your office for a reason, a work-related reason, and we’re at work, remember? Let’s just focus on that. What was it that you needed from me?” You say as professionally as you can, trying your hardest not to let any emotion slip through the cracks that had been wearing you insanely thin.

He looks at you, and he looks so, so sad. So heartbroken, and he was so, so pretty like this. You feel horrible but it’s what has to be done. A big name like his can’t be messing around with you. He can’t afford be careless, he needs to be careful, to be cautious.

“…Is that really what you want? To work? That’s it? You don’t…want something more with me?” He asks calmly, remaining gentle with you despite the clearly evident inner turmoil he was experiencing. you nod softly, and you’re a liar now. Of course you did, you wanted so much more, but such was life.

“Okay, so let’s work.”

…….

“Again.”

“Speak up.”

“Louder.”

How mean. The audacity he had to be so bossy, to be so cruel, like his head wasn’t drowning so deliciously between your thighs and his tongue wasn’t dragging so lavishly, so languidly against your folds.

“Walk me through, mmfph….” He was trying, he really was. He attempted to get the words out, but being between your legs like this? Lapping up the sweet, sweet slick that your pussy was producing? Fuck, he fully believed he had died and gone to heaven. This, was heaven, you were heaven, this pussy? was heaven.

“Walk me through tomorrow’s schedule.” He said between lazy, lazy strokes

“Okay-“

“Oh….oh my god, Satoru fuck……” The sound that leaves your mouth, is slutty, it’s lewd, it’s guttural.

He looks up at you from in between your thighs with those beady, big, blue, beautiful eyes of his, maintaining eye contact as he went to absolute TOWN on your pretty, puffy pussy.

“Satoru, huh? Not so professional anymore, are we, pretty girl? We’re on first name basis now…” He chuckled lowly into your pussy, sending vibrations through your core in individual shockwaves, all the while, Satoru had been eating you so deliciously, so passionately, like if he’d stopped eating you like this for even a moment, you’d disappear beneath his tongue.

“Holy shit. ‘s the pussy you were tryna keep from me? You’re so fuckin’ mean, baby.”

“So fuckin’ mean…..” he repeated in between slurps.

“Walk me through tomorrow’s schedule, won’t ask you again.” He said threateningly, after all this was your doing. You insisted on working and now you’d have to balance both work and pleasure. He was cruel. Making you do your regularly assistant duties while shoving his tongue every which way your cunt would let him? In fact he sounded SO threatening, it caused you to wonder. If he’d already been assaulting your pussy this way right now? You sure as hell didn’t want to fuck around and find out what he’d do to her if you didn’t listen. So what did you do? you walked him through that damn schedule, mid pussyfest.

Or at least you tried to, because as soon you opened your mouth to formulate the words, he shut that back down real quick. He spread you even wider for him, giving himself more access, and dove right back in, tongue rapidly, and gently circling a sensitive little nub you weren’t even aware existed. Silmultaneously, his nose pushed up against your nerve bundle so, so nicely. So blissfully. So perfectly. He was perfect.

“First…..shit, um first thing in…in the morning you have- oh my god….Satoru please…!!” You stumbled on your own words, failed to form complete sentences, and the cycle repeats itself. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words, you felt like such a babbling idiot. And it was him who was doing this to you. And God, you drove him crazy sayin’ his name all dirty like that.

“Yeah? C’mon baby, what’ve I got first thing? Talk to me…” He urges, from beneath your surface, but it was no use. you were too far gone now, and he’d had himself to blame for personally bringing you there. you fumbled to find the words, fumbled to form the sentences but you just couldn’t take it, couldn’t take it, couldn’t do it anymore! Your legs started to shake, your knees started to buckle, as he took you up, up, up, and away.

“Shit!!!!” you yelped. The pleasure was extreme, extraordinary, and unlike anything else you’ve ever felt in your whole entire life, you pulled and tugged on his hair, which your hand laid within this was next level. Eyes rolled so far to the back of your head you swore you saw your brain. as you shook and you shook, you slightly raised yourself up and off of his desk, which he’d had you sit on top of, perched so nicely for him, giving him sweet access to his personal nirvana. You rode your orgasm out, humping against his face expecting him to stop eating, stop lapping at your folds, now wetter and stickier than before, slick with your cum, his spit, and other things you may have lost in translation.

You flopped back onto his desk, spilling over a fat stack of paperwork as you did so, but you’d been too caught up in your own orgasm to even realize it. You hover up a little to look down at him and his pupils were the size of two moons. He studied that pretty, plushy bundle of flesh hungrily, not breaking eye contact with your pussy. He reached out a gentle thumb and stroked your clit with care.

“How many more times d’you think we’ll get her to do that, sweet girl?” He said, all awestruck and dazed. And you shot back up fully at this. Maybe you misunderstood….no maybe HE did.

“Wait, what do you mean? I don’t understand….I was under the impression we’re all done here….” You said anxiously, but mostly you were just curious as to what the man meant. But, oh, you’ll find out soon enough.

“Mhm…..” he said absentmindedly not registering a single word you had just said mentally as his face lowered back down and occupied its rightful place, and his perfect, pretty, pink lips had attached to your pussy ravenously once more

….

Minutes go by like hours, hours go by like years, and by this point you’ve came on Satoru Gojo’s obnoxiously perfect lips at least five times, time and time again you’d held fistfuls of his unnaturally natural white hair and face fucked him so hard you stopped several times out of fear you’d break his nose or suffocate him, even. But he could care less ‘bout any of it!

“What do I need air for anyway?” He’d say, dead serious before grabbing your hips and gently shoving you back down, back on to his lips, tongue fucking your cunt, like it was meant to be doing. But you see, all this? All this was about five minutes ago, things have changed now.

The current setup is this: Satoru Gojo, the CEO of the biggest company in the WORLD (in case it never clocked to you earlier) has you bent over his absurdly huge office desk, another grand display of his wealth, but there’s no action just yet. He’s slow, he’s precise, he’s teasing, and he’s calculated. cold air hits your folds, now dried with cum and spit and the works, and he’s evil. He’s evil because he will not let you see him, or much of anything.

Your face rests on the desk, and you shake with anticipation, you were over it. This little game of “will he? won’t he??” it’s pure torture. You don’t know when he’ll fuck you, or if he even will. What you do know, however is that he’s huge. Like, brain-numbingly HUGE.

How?

Rumors spread when you’re the most influential man in the world, you know. Plus, you saw how hard you made him while he was eating you, that was no small dick. The pants of his suit were about ready to tear at the seams, that’s how big he was.

Now imagine a cock like THAT inside of YOU. You shudder at the thought, and are taken rather abruptly out of your head completely now when you feel him nudge right up against your entrance with the tip of his length.

You gasp. Holy hell.

Pure bliss.

But bliss can be taken away as quickly as it came.

Exhibit A, right now. He abruptly pulls away, so instinctively you try to press your hips back, aching for even the lightest bit of friction he may have to offer, but his grip on you tightens instead, holding you in place.

“Jesus, Satoru. If you’re going to fuck me, just do it already!!” You say, your irritation growing stronger by the second. You were beginning to lose your patience, which isn’t saying all that much considering the man had already worn it very, very thin. You just needed him inside, you’d do anything at this rate! he chuckles, continuing his torture against your cunt with his tip.

“Patience, baby. Holy fuck….listen, she’s talkin’ to me.” He groaned, referring to the pretty, gentle, and rather suggestively lewd noises your cunt had been making as a result of your arousal and his prolonged teasing.

Squelch~!

Squelch~!

Squelch~!

“There she is…..” He said, cooing at you, and although you weren’t looking at him, you could tell he was practically drooling. You could hear it in his voice and all! his tone, his ragged, uneven breathing. He could hardly bear much more of this himself. He groaned and moaned, he even whimpered ever so slightly, until even he fell victim to his own teasing.

“Fuck it.” He said breathlessly as he slowly slid his length, his girth, ALL of him inside of your perfect lil’ cunt. And the two of you were pleasured in unison. He groaned, deep, guttural and throaty. You gasped, and gasped, and gasped like a fish out of water, which is exactly what you were in more ways than one. You struggled to find your breathing and stabilize it, the feeling was just too intense! he was bigger than anything you could’ve ever imagined. He filled you up so well, you were so full, so full of him, so full with his cock, the thickness, the length, it was all too much for you to bear.

“Satoru!” You cried out, eyes rolled all the way to the back, back, back of your fucking skull. Today was the day you’d be ruined. He was ruining you. I mean surely something of this size would like, kill you right? Boy, were you about to find out.

“Holy fuck….holy fuck….holy fuuuuuck…” he muttered brainlessly,

“S’ so fuckin’ tight baby, so, so tight, holy fuuuuuckkkkk…..!” He made a plethora of sounds, like music to your ears, sounds that came from so deep, deep within, deeper than his throat, deeper than his gut, probably his fucking soul. You felt oh, so good! Your soft gummy walls squeezin’ him so tightly like this, how was he going to take it? How could he handle it? How could he last??? See now you’re asking too much of him. He’s only human, after all you have to understand!! You were literally controlling him with your body, He was completely at your mercy, he felt as though he’d do anything for you now, just you say the word. this is the most vulnerable, most exposed he’s ever even with another.

“Satoru, you’re too big!!! I can’t….I can’t take you, can’t do it, too much!!!” You babbled on and on brainlessly, his cock clouded all of your senses and nothing was making much sense to you, if you were being honest. And being honest is exactly what you were doing here, now, because you couldn’t do it! You couldn’t take him, it was all too much, too big! You continued your rambling, your almost unintelligible (due to the sheer amount of cock you were taking) speech, and he kissed you quiet.

“shut up, shut up, shut up, jus’ let me fuck you-“ He grumbled out like a wildebeest, something primal taking control over his body in its fullest, as he roughly grabbed your hips and slammed you down onto his huge, hugeeee dick!

Your back arched violently as he did so, he was so big and so, so, sooooo full inside of you it was scary you thought you may burst at any second, but you also couldn’t spare much time to think, the noises with which he had been thrusting inside, outside, inside, outside had been extremely lewd, and the two of you were being so loud, you were sure the whole enterprise building could hear you. You felt like such a whore, it was exhilarating.

“Fuck, Satoru! don’t……mmmm~! Don’t shut me up!!! Holy shiiittttttt holy shit, you’re huge holy shit holy shitttt!!!!!” You couldn’t even SEE. It was straight tunnel vision. Your vision was extremely blurry, you were dizzy as shit, were you crying? no that wasn’t it? oh, you’re just being fucked into oblivion, nothing too crazy, right?

“Mmmmmmmmsorrryyyyyy…..shit, the way you’re squeezin’ me…..I can’t even think straight. fuck you’re gonna break me…..keep talkin’ to me, please? You’re jus’ so sexy so sexy so sexy so- holy fuck ‘m close!!! so close so close-“

SPLURT~!

The two of you came undone, in unison. You cried out, his hips stuttered as he rode his orgasm out, with you shifting backwards to meet his thrusts as he filled you up with himself. It was warm, nice, comforting, and lucky for him you were on the pill. He pulls out and the two of you flop onto the nearest sofa in his great, grand, office. Both of you breathing heavy, beads of sweat pooling on your foreheads, still wrapped up in each other as your chests heaved. and then? Post-nut clarity settles in. You just had sex with your BOSS. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You fucked up big time, and this job paid too well to let go!!! You slowly sit up, shuffling your feet awkwardly, before finally gathering up the courage to speak.

“Uh, Satoru? Look….” You started but were then quickly cut off.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He said, flashing you a most charming, most charismatic smile, it made you just want to start smiling, to match his energy for reasons you couldn’t quite place a finger on. Then you realized what he was asking you. Were you ready? Ready for what….?

“Ready for what?” You asked, coming off a lot more timidly than you’d wanted to, but you couldn’t help that you were nervous. What was it you were supposed to be ready for, exactly? And knowing him it would be some bullshit anyway, you had every right to be scared!

“We’re goin’ again, duh.” He says all lowly and all matter-of-factly. Shock etches itself across your features almost instantaneously, you’re sure, and he cocks an eyebrow at your shock, like you should’ve known, should’ve seen this coming.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He repeated.

Oh, what the hell. Just oneeeeee more round, right? Hey, not everyone gets to fuck the richest, the wealthiest. Couldn’t hurt to go once more…..yolo, right?

“Fuck yeah I am.”

[kimdraculiaa]

physic-al 𐙚⋆.˚ nerd!jo x reader

: ̗̀➛ summary: finals are coming up. yay. and the one thing that stands between you and summer school is your physics grade. you can’t afford to fail this, so who do you hit up? the dorkiest smartest person you know! satoru! he agrees to tutor you, of course. but all work and no play makes you a dull, dull girl. what’s a little bit of fun, right?

: ̗̀➛ warnings: smut, sexual language, porn with the tiniest bit of plot, oral (male receiving), touch of dacryphilia, degradation, overstimulation, sub gojo, reader is referred to as female (can’t think of anymoreeee lmk!!)

: ̗̀➛ wc: 2.6k (not proofread)

: ̗̀➛ a/n: ahhhh!! my first post on here!! criticism is welcomed, please give tips and advice in the comments! thank you so much for reading!!! <3

“okay. moving on, the second law of thermodynamics….”

you literally groan. this is how it had been for the past hour and a half? maybe? probably? oh you lose count. who’s keeping track anyway? your groan snaps him out of his nerdy “horny for physics” daze and he abruptly stops in the middle of his rant on whatever the fuck physics law he’d been talking about now. he sighs

“you should take this more seriously. it hasn’t even been two hours and you’re already losing focus on me. this grade could genuinely make or break you.” he said matter-of-factly. and you knew. you knew he was right, you knew you needed this, and you knew you’d fail without him. but you were just oh so bored.

you sat upright and nodded. “you’re right. i’m sorry, keep it going.” you said sarcastically with the biggest most obnoxious smile on your face, hoping he’d catch your sarcasm and suggest the both of you take a break. obviously he didn’t.

“see? now that’s the spirit. you know how many people want my help? beyond it all i still chose you….” he joked, that huge dorkish fucking grin he always had on making a grand reappearance. you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“yeah? name one person.” you said, not buying any of it, and at that his grin faltered and he blanked. the both of you laughed.

“oh ‘toru. you can’t fool me. i know you’re a loser with no friends. i’m all you’ve got, aren’t i?” you said, playfully nudging him.

toru.

shit, had you always called him that? at this notion, he noticed his pants slowly got a little tighter. fuck. he can’t do this. not now, not here, and preferably not ever. the tips of his ears began to feel hot, his throat began to close up. ‘get it together, satoru!’ his inner monologue went. he cleared his throat and decided to play this all off, surely you hadn’t noticed, right? he couldn’t have been more wrong.

“toru, huh? careful. it doesn’t take much for me.” he said nervously, pathetically attempting (and failing) to stabilize his voice in an effort to hide how nervous you make him. how cute.

“oh?” you said.

“oh.” he replied.

…

how did you get here? you wonder. well, who are you kidding this was all your doing, after all. the setup is this: satoru sat at the edge of your bed, leaning back, elbows rested promptly against the pillows placed there for support. you sat between his legs, his pants still on, and so so rudely refusing to touch him. how mean you were! no, really, I mean, the boy was just gettin’ harder by the second! just when you thought his bulge couldn’t possibly grow another inch, twitch another time, it proved you wrong again and again. and god was he big. you could tell by his bulge. he was so hard you swore you could make out every little vein through his sweatpants. you were torturing him.

he made a sound that was something between a groan and a whimper as he looked at you with those big, big, beautiful blue eyes of his. and he looked so needy, so desperate, so pleading. like he couldn’t take much more of this, like he was about to beg you even. beg you to just touch him, just do something to him, do anything, he can take it, he swears!

but god did you love the waiting game.

so, you placed a hand, one singular hand lightly over his bulge, and that was enough for him. he let out a shaky breath, lightly grinding up ever so slightly into your hand, awaiting the next move. he was practically drooling at this point, the boy looked at you like you were everything he’d ever wanted and more, and he’d be lying if he said you weren’t just that.

you laughed.

“god, you’re such a virgin.” you said meanly as you pulled your hand away, or at the very least attempted to before he literally freaking grabbed you. when he sat up? you didn’t quite know. what you did know, is he now has his hands resting softly against your waist, ever so softly as though he was afraid if he touched you any more than this you’d change your mind and leave him like this. hard, aching, and so in need of you. he looked deeply into your eyes, his own eyes pleading and slightly glossed over, and he looked at you like he wanted this so bad it might kill him.

“please….” he huffed out, lightly humping literal AIR. his breathing came out shaky, strained, and shallow, almost whining at how badly he needed this, how badly he needed you. and that was all it took for you as well. he was huffing, puffing, whining, and grinding up against your hand ever so gently, who were you to deny this poor, sweet, sweet boy his wishes?

“okay.” you said. famous last words, because you immediately got to work. you undid the strings of his sweatpants and slowly pulled them down. now, the only thing that stood between him and heaven were his boxers, boxers that stuck thinly to his bulge, which was even bigger now that you’d made him wait so long. you’re so fucking evil, he thought. he couldn’t take any more. every second that went by was agonizing and painful. he pulled his boxers down for you. you’d made him wait enough. as his boxers came down, his cock sprung up and hit his toned, ab-lined abdomen with the sluttiest little smack—! and he let out the dirtiest, most guttural groan known to man. your eyes widened, he was fucking huge. you’d gathered he was most definitely big from his earlier erection, but this? this was to extents unimaginable. not only was he huge, but he was thick. like really, REALLY thick, tiny streams of pre slowly making way down his length. you gulped. were you possibly getting ahead of yourself? I mean could you even take something this size? fuck it. only one way to find out, right?

you slowly stuck your tongue out, approaching his pretty, pretty bright pink tip slowly, and he looked at you like you were the answer to every problem he’d ever had, like you were the only person on earth. you clearly had a lot to prove, and you did just that. you slowly but surely took the first half of his length into your mouth. and he swore he saw God.

“holy fuck….” he said breathlessly as he groaned ever so deeply, whined ever so slightly, his hips bucking shakily up and off of your bed. you stabled out, those pretty lips of yours were around him so tightly he could die. you moved slowly up and down a few times on his insanely sized, throbbing, aching cock, before coming up one last time, releasing him from your mouth with a dirty lil’ pop—!

you looked back down at his length and decided to admire your work. by your own doing, his previously pink and pretty tip was now a burning, angry red, all the blood rushing up to it as he panted hungrily, needily. you looked up at him so so so prettily, as one does. and you’re pretty. holy fuck were you pretty. you were so beautiful he almost forgot how hard he’d been getting. that was until you lowered your head back down, letting spit fall slowly, painfully down his cock, watching as it mixed with his precum, painting him pretty.

he sucked in a slow, harsh breath at this, not even knowing how he was feeling. it just couldn’t be explained. your lips closed back over him, as he groaned feeling the warmth of you encapsulate him once more. you began to lap and work at a long, thick vein on the underside of his cock, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. not a single pupil in sight, pure white. you looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as you lowered yourself, before finally bottoming out, touching the base of his cock. you were going to ruin him. and that was it. he quickly came undone, pathetically, bucking up against you, a whimpering, loser of a mess.

“shit….shit….shit….” he continued to repeat, whimpering pitifully, quite literally fucking your face uncontrollably as he rode out his orgasm. but you weren’t done yet. you quickly swallowed as he attempted to catch his breath, but he rarely had time for breaks. your grade depended on this, didn’t it? he didn’t let you take breaks, why should you let him? you immediately got back to work.

“fuck. wait….wait!!” he gasped and grunted out so dirtily it was probably ruining the planet. no time to waste though, you kept going. it was too much. so much. all at once he couldn’t take it. or that’s what he told himself, because he was taking it so well. it being his second orgasm, everything was amped up to about double the feeling. you took him so beautifully, fucked him so beautifully. he must’ve died and gone to heaven. he slightly pushed your head back and away instinctively, ‘cause it was all too much for him.

“aw. you can take it.” you said unempathetically, his length having you almost unintelligible. he was just so so thick, how could you talk?

at this he whimpered softly, he was so into it. so into this, god he was so into you. you continued, sliding your lips up and down his pretty cock, slightly quickening the speed as he let out a strangled cry. you then took your hand, and began to softly stroke whatever was left of him that your mouth hadn’t already been working on at the moment. his breathing began to change as he choked out a sob. you looked back up at him and saw that he was fucking crying.

the tears fell artfully, wetting his cheeks. his gorgeous blue eyes rolled back behind his skull as his body shook and trembled. he huffed, puffed, and sniffled, wiping sorrily at his face, but the tears just wouldn’t quit. you laughed oh so cruelly at the whole mess of a scene he was putting on for you.

“you’re such a fucking loser ‘toru.” you choked out beneath his length, swiping your tongue over it masterfully. the sounds from it all lewd and slick.

“such a loser. i’m such a fuckin’ loser….” he drawled, tears streaming faster now, his body shaking from pure and utter overstimulation, from the absurdity of it all.

“you’re……you’re destroyin’ me…” he groans out with difficulty. you were. and you knew it. you chuckle against his cock, the vibrations shooting straight up from the base, to the tip and he moans so loudly you’re sure the whole dorm hall hears. you quicken your pace once more, spitting down his length, getting sloppier with it. he subconsciously began to thrust as well, bucking his hips up to match your movements. he shivers violently as your spit makes contact with a vein.

wet, glossy eyes rolled all, all, all the way back. he huffs out curse words, and slurs out ramblings of how he can’t handle it, can’t handle it, can’t fucking handle it. but he can and he will.

his cock starts to violently twitch against your tongue, and sensing he’s about to cum you decide to fuck with him. you glide back up his cock, popping your lips off of it. and he cries harder. tears falling all down his chest, across his abs, and finally pooling at his hips.

“holy fuck…don’t do this to me, please? need more…need you….” he whimpers sadly between choked out cries and sobs and goodness he couldn’t have been more desperate than he was right now. you lightly stroke him with a ghost of a hand, watching as he cried and cried and begged and begged! the two of you stayed like this for about five more minutes and by now, he was a pleading, begging, slurring mess. you could hardly make out anything he was saying anymore. just a bunch of please, please, pleases and sweet nothings on how much he needed you. you decide you’ll bite.

“is this really what you want toru? this what you fucking like?” you say demeaning and dehumanizing him, falsifying genuine inquiry and curiosity. you know the answers to these things already, of course, but what’s a little fun?

“s’what i fuckin’ need. fucking love it.” he murmured out breathlessly, his whole body shuddering with each breath he took.

you weren’t satisfied.

“oh I think you’ll be okay without it.” you say, teasing, beginning to stand up as though you were really done with him. as though you were really this mean, as though you’d really leave him like this.

“no!” he sobbed out, nearly choking again. he pulled you closer, hand on your lower back as he drew you in.

“c’mon…please? please…” he said for what must’ve been the millionth time that day. he placed you down, gently suggesting with his movements for you to get back on your knees, on the floor. he then wrapped his hand all up within your hair, bucking forward a bit, hoping you’ll spare him, hoping you’ll feel generous enough to let him have this.

oh what the hell. you gave in.

without warning, you plunged back around his cock, and he harshly sucked in his lower lip, groaning, your name rolling off of his tongue like it was the sweetest poison he’d ever come across, fatal, but sweet. you kill him. and as soon as you bottomed out, he’d held out all he could, but couldn’t anymore. as soon as your lips slightly, yes SLIGHTLY grazed the base, he was done for. his seed came out in thick, flowing, sweet streams and seemed to be neverending.

he cried out, throwing his head back, hand in your hair repeating your name over and over and over and over again, damp eyes rolling so far back he almost saw his brain, and you had him seeing stars, galaxies, milky ways.

he fucked your face once again riding out his orgasm as you brought your lips up to the tippy top, and swirled your tongue so very sweetly across his tip, lapping up his seed. he damn near died at that, his tip puffy, swollen, and delicate.

“so sensitive….” you whispered on his tip, sending waves through him as he finished sloppily, groaning curses gutturally.

he finally rode it out and threw himself back onto the bed, huffing, puffing, and sweating absolute fucking buckets you woulda thought he’d just run a marathon.

“think ‘m gonna fuckin’ die…” he said, almost exhausted. he was completely at your mercy, this is what you do to him, he thought.

as you watched him attentively, he realized how awkward this may make things between the both of you, but hey. that’s a thought for another day, no?

“alright! break over! back to physics!!” you chirp up excitedly, feeling rejuvenated after all that sucking you did.

he chuckled.

“my turn.” he said, without elaboration.

you blinked a few times, not understanding what it was he was playing at.

“…what?” you said, genuinely confused. what was he on about?

he stared up at you, all fucked out and sick with want, with longing.

“my turn.” he repeated, not breaking eye contact with you for even a moment as he drew you in by the waist, and gently placed you on the bed where he previously laid. he sat you down, got in between your legs and hauled them gently over his shoulders. now, he was a nervous and awkward guy, but my goodness did you bring out the worst in him. ‘cause right now? right now, he behaved as if he’d never been surer, never been more confident about anything ever. you realized all too late what he meant at that moment. you also realized two more things.

1. the two of you were going to be here all day.

2. you were definitely going to bomb that final.