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Masterlist

❤︎Bangtan Sonyeondan (BTS)

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❤︎Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

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❤︎ Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)

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❤︎ Naruto

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❤︎Tokyo Revengers

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❤︎Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack On Titan)

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A hug from jhope would cure my depression. I’ve been so sad lately and watching jhope funny moments is the only thing that makes me feel better

[matsuokarin03]

"shit babe..." he hissed "what the fuck got into you?"

You momentarily stop kissing his clothed dick from your position in between his legs. "I've been thinking about blowing you for the past three days" another kiss, a little wetter this time "I'm ovulating"

You trail your hands up the sides of his toned thighs and pull down the band of his pants and boxers. "Well, shit...." He combs through his sweaty hair with one hand and the sight makes you even hornier. The way he's manspreading like that....his dick upright, the veins throbbing, just begging to be traced by your tongue.

There's no way you can wait any longer so you dive in, your mouth sucking the tip and your hand playing with his balls. He's immediately hit with bolts of pleasure and a shiver runs through his whole body. Almost instantly, Katsuki places one hand behind your head and moans. You move your lips to the side of his thick member and leave a trail of saliva for lubrication. Then you return to the tip, and start your descent to his base, trying your best to take it all in. "Ahh...babe....that feels amazing" hearing his low moan excites you even more as you hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head up and down his dick.

Your lover can't help but move his hips, matching your rhythm and bucking his lower body into your mouth, the one hand that was holding your head, grips harder at your hair, and the other hand squeezes your free hand that's on his thigh. "Mmnn...I'm close...." You're in the mood to swallow his cum today so you don't pull out, instead you suck even harder and faster until finally he finishes "ARGH MNNN..." Spurts of hot white cum gets released into your mouth and you gulp it all.

The look on his eyes say he's been completely taken over with lust. There are small beads of sweat on his forehead and his face is flushed. He looks so pretty like this and you fall in love with him all over again. Once it looked like Katsuki finished catching his breath, you stand up before him and guide his hand to your own sopping wet cunt "Katsuki...help me with this."

"Ofcourse baby"

[kakashisbabymama218]

katsuki likes to send you videos of him jerking off.

he’s locked himself in the bathroom at the party denki and eijirou convinced him to come to, even though he’d rather have you sitting that pretty pussy on his face. the only reason he came was because you were stuck at work for the next few hours.

he had snuck away and was going to facetime you but then he got a better idea. he turns his phone on and opens the camera, fingers pressing the record button as he goes to push his pants down.

katsuki makes a show of it too, taking his time undoing the drawstring of his sweats, pushing them down just enough to have his fat cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

he’s hard as a rock, pre smeared along his tip. he rocks his hips back and forth, letting his heavy length swing before he’s taking it in his hand. he strokes himself once, then twice, groaning quietly in the background.

his hand wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, his thumb rubbing at the bulbous tip that’s practically leaking precum. he has his shirt pulled up, his toned stomach showing slightly in the camera. katsuki takes the hand that was just on his dick to scratch at his abs, doing what you’d do if you were there with him. bakugou loves the feeling of your nails dragging back and forth against his skin, the marks you leave on his back as he pounds into you are his favorite.

katsuki wishes it was your hand wrapped around his dick, soft and small unlike his calloused hands.  or maybe even your mouth, all warm and tight and wet. you’re so pretty when you got a mouth full of dick. Soft, pink lips stretched as far as they’ll go as you struggle to fit even his thick tip past your lips.

and he’s so vocal in the background.

“fuckkk pretty girl—” his voice deeper than usual and laced with arousal.

“wish it was you bouncing on this dick” he strokes himself faster, handing moving up and down as the camera follows his every move.

“wanna feel you cummin on this dick baby”

 “don’t worry pretty girl, imma come stretch that pussy out when you get off”

“fuck princess, gonna fill you up. get you nice a full of my cum” he’s close, all it takes is a couple more strokes before he’s cumming, thick spurts of cum shooting out of him.

“shit” he curses, breathing hard enough for you to hear over the faint background music from the party still going on inside the house.

a couple of ropes of cum land on the screen of his phone and he images it was your face instead, painting your face with his seed. he hits send on the video before cleaning up the mess he made.

katsuki finds denki a few minutes later, high as fuck as he makes out with some girl. he sends both of the boy a quick text letting them know he’s heading back to his place and chill till you got off.

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Annie is such a stupid bitch, she should’ve died.

[linahopeeeee]

Kiss me like you mean it

ღ stepbro!Nagi x blk!reader

ღ warnings: stepcest, smut, kissing, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, mentions of shower sex. i think thats all. lmk if i missed something!

ღ word count: 3K

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When your mom told you she was getting married and the two of you would be moving in with her fiancé and his son you were furious.

How dare she take you away from the only place you’ve ever called home? And to live with a man she’s barely known for a year? 

It didn’t matter how much you cried and begged because two weeks later all of your belongings were being placed on the back of a moving truck and taken to the other side of the city.

You ignored your mom the entire drive to your new home. Headphones on full blast as you lean your head against the window, watching as your home gets further away as the miles pass by.

The outside of your new house was freakishly big, the multi car garage bigger than your old house, and your positive you saw a pool.

The inside was just what you’d expect, large bright lights hand above your head when you walk through the front door. Two large staircases on either side of the walls.

You walk further into the house where the kitchen is and you mouth practically hits the floor. The kitchen was something out of a dream, everything was spotless and looked far too expensive to be real.

Your soon to be step father offers to show you around, taking his time to let you get familiar with your new home. The very end of the house tour leads you to your bedroom, where you’re left alone to get yourself unpacked.

You set your bag on the dresser, looking around the room. 

A bed sits in the middle of the room, bigger than any bed you’ve ever seen before and your positive you might sink into the middle with how soft it is.

There’s a large flatscreen tv mounted to the wall, along with a large dresser and matching nightstands.

There’s a walk in closet to your left filled with clothes that just so happen to be your size.

Your mom told you that her fiancé was going to buy you a couple of outfits as a form of a welcoming gift and to apologize for how sudden all of this has been.

‘This must what rich people consider to be a few” you say looking through some of the clothes. You had to admit that some of them were cute and you may or may not wear one or two of the pieces.

You walk out of the closet and into your personal bathroom, hand sliding down the soft pink towels as you admire the large walk in shower.

Right as your walking back into the bedroom there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in” you call out softly, figuring it was your mom, as you walk over to where you put your purse, grabbing your phone out.

“Uh dad told me to come introduce myself, and to see if you had any allergies for dinner” a deep voice asks “I’m Nagi”

Your head snaps up as you come face to face with your step brother.

Luckily, he’s staring down at his phone, so he misses the way your eyes widen as you take in his features.

He’s tall, like really tall, white hair and grey eyes. There’s something about the almost bored look on his face that makes your heart race.

“I’m y/n” you say after a moment of silence “and nope no allergies”

There’s something about your voice that manages to pull Nagi away from his phone. His eyes find your and you’re quick to look away, reaching for your bag as you randomly pull something out to occupy yourself.

Nagi watches you for a couple of seconds before he’s clearing his throat “alright well I’ll see you around y/n”

There’s something about the way your name falls off his tongue that sends a chill down your spine.

The first week was hard, your mom spent most of her time at work or preparing for the wedding, and you don’t have any friends here.

So you spend most of your time locked in your room, trying find things to occupy your time. Most days you just end up turning on your playlist and looking through all the expensive clothes in your closet.

You debate going to find Nagi but everytime you’ve seen him the past couple of days he seems to be ignoring you, leaving the room when you walk in or outright ignoring your questions.

So you stay in your room, watching a new show on Netflix until you hear your stomach growling.

You head to the kitchen to find a snack, sitting on one of the stools near the island as you eat your yogurt.

“Hey” someone says from behind you. You turn to find Nagi, he’s dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a white hoodie.

“Hi” you say quietly as you go back to eating your yogurt.

“I was thinking about going to play soccer with a couple of my friends wanna come? You don’t have to play if you don’t want to,  you can just sit and watch with the others” 

That’s how you ended up walking side by side with Nagi in the direction of a park a few blocks away, the walk is silent, the only sounds are Nagi’s phone every so often when one of his friends send him a message and your heart that’s about to beat out of your chest.

You ended up sitting with a couple of girls, talking and  laughing as they fill you in about everything that goes on. 

You end the night with four new contacts in your phone, and your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling.

It’s been a couple of months since you and your mom moved it and things haven’t been completely horrible . Your new step dad is nice, and he even gave you your own debit card with a promise to add more money whenever you run out so your not complaining, you called the card to see how much money was on there and you don’t think you’d be able to spend that much money all year.

However, Nagi was a different story. You couldn’t tell if the guy liked you or if he hated your guts. He’ll go from ignoring you completely, it’s like you don’t even exist to him at times, to clinging to you as if you were his lifeline. Today seems to be clingy Nagi. 

The two of you are in your room, lounging on your bed with Nagi’s head resting in your lap, every so often one of his hands will come up to rub soft circles on your thigh. 

He’s playing one of his many phone games and you were scrolling through your socials trying to force the ache in your core to go away.

You have to force your thighs not to clench together whenever his hand travels closer and closer to where you like imagine him being.

You shake your head softly to rid yourself of the thoughts of Nagi’s head between your legs, tongue lapping at your cunt.

“You ok?” Nagi questions, eyebrow raised in concern, his hand moving away from your legs.

“Yep” you force out, faking a stretch to get Nagi off of you. He rolls over to the other side of the bed and your quick to stand, groaning loudly as your stretch.

Nagi’s eyes are glued to the little bit of skin that pokes out from under your shirt, the sight of your bra peaking out has him biting down on his lip until he taste metal.

“I’m bored, wanna play soccer?” 

Nagi has been teaching you how to play soccer, well he tried to teach you but you didn’t really listen to the rules, instead choosing to just kick the ball around.

The sound of your laughing as you faked left was enough to make Nagi forget all about the rules, instead he let you do your own thing, even if it was just randomly running around the field and trying to sneak the ball away from him each chance you got.

Nagi gets the ball and begins running it around the field, showing off some of his crazy dribbling moves, you running towards him.

He goes to the right but the two of you end up colliding, both falling to the floor.

You eyes are shut tightly as you expect to painfully make contact with the ground, confit when you feel yourself land on something soft.

One of your eyes peak open, glancing down at what you landed on. Your eyes widen when you see the position your in.

Your legs are straddling Nagi’s thighs, his hands are tightly gripping your hips to help you remain steady. Nagi stares back at you, mouth parted slightly.

You don’t know what possessed you to do what you did next but neither you nor Nagi is going to complain.

Your lips are on his in an instant, but he doesn’t kiss back. Instead he stares at you wide eyed, body frozen and unable to move.

You pull away with a squeak, mumbling out apology after apology as you lift yourself off of him.

Nagi opens his mouth to say something, but you’re running off in the direction of the house before he has the chance to speak.

He calls after you but your steps don’t falter, within seconds your too far away for him to see you.

Fuck, he can’t believe that just happened. He’s wanted nothing more than to feel the softness of your lips against his and when he finally gets the chance he freezes up?

He lets his head fall back into the grass roughly. He lays on the ground for a while, trying to think of a way to apologize, let you know that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you its just his brain malfunctioned and he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep himself from ripping the thin material of your shorts and pounding into your cunt right here on this very field.

He feared that your relationship would go back to how it was in the beginning and he didn’t want that. He liked how close the two of you got, the way you went from shying away in his presence to allowing him to lay his head in your lap, your pretty pussy just inches away from his head.

Nagi’s hands come up to slap himself on the head to try and force away the dirty thoughts that attempt to cloud his brain.

Now is not the time for him to be thinking about how pretty you’d look underneath him, legs spread as he works you open, tongue swirling around your brown puffy nipple as your walls clench down around his fingers.

He groans as his dick twitches in his pants. It took him much longer than he anticipated to walk back to the house, he had to wait until his boner went away before he could face you.

He knocks on your door, waiting quietly for you to answer.

He knocks again when no reply comes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. Can we talk?” there’s nothing but silence on your end and Nagi takes that as his answer. He slowly walks away from your bedroom door and towards his bedroom.

Its been two days since the kiss and you and Nagi haven’t talked at all and its driving him crazy. You wouldn’t even talk to him during breakfast when both of your parents asked why the sudden tension. You both would remain silent, looking anywhere but at each other. 

After breakfast you quickly head to your room, closing and locking the door behind you.

A couple minutes later there’s a knock on your door. You ignore it, knowing it was nobody but Nagi, attention going back down to the phone in your hand.

“y/n, please. At least hear me out and then if you want to go back to ignoring me you can” you can hear the sadness in his voice and your heart breaks.

Without a word you stand and unlock the door, not bothering to open it before your sitting back on your bed, feigning interest in something on your phone 

Your eyes flick over to the door as it slowly opens, Nagi’s white hair comes into view, and you quickly look back down at your phone.

Nagi sits down at the end of your bed, hand smoothing out the blanket as he tries to get his words in order.

“I’m sorry y/n” he starts “I wanna start by saying that I did want to kiss you, it’s just it all happened so suddenly that I wasn’t ready, I froze up and that made you think that I didn’t want to. 

I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I walked into your room to introduce myself and you smiled at me but I didn’t want to scare you off, so instead I ignored you. I figured if I acted like you didn’t exist then I wouldn’t fall for you, but then I did.

I realized that being around you made me and and I  wanted to be around you constantly. I wanted to be the reason you smiled. I wanted to be the one who gets to hold your hand and tell you that I love you.

But i thought you’d think that I was weird since were siblings-”

“-step siblings” you cut him off

He smiles “step siblings”

“Well you could’ve told me that” you say picking at a loose string on your pants “I couldn’t tell if you hated me or loved me. One day we were cuddling in bed watching movies and eating popcorn, the next you were treating me like I was a complete stranger.

That hurt Nagi, not knowing what I did to make you ignore me only for you to turn around and constantly be around me for the next week until you had one of your weird mood swings again. I wanted to kiss you too that day, I could barely look you in your eye” 

“I’m sorry” the way he said it was so sincere. “I promise I’ll never ignore you again.” He moves over to where you're sitting on your bed and takes your face between his hands.

"kiss me again, but this time kiss me like you mean it" you breathe out.

He stares into your eyes for a couple of seconds before connecting his lips to yours, your lips move instantly. The kiss was everything you knew it would be.

Nagi groans against your lips, moving you until your back made contact with your mattress. He lets his hands rest on either side of your head, lips still moving roughly against yours.

Your legs wrap around his waist, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection poking against your core and begin grinding yourself up against him.

“I want you” you whisper softly, pulling away for air.

In record time your shirt and bra and been taken off and flung somewhere in the room, Nagi’s mouth closes around your brown pebbled bud, sucking and licking.

“Fuck N-Nagi!” You gasp when one of his hands make contact with your puffy clit over your shorts. His fingers slip past the material and swipes over your slit, collecting the slick that’s already started to drip from you.

Nagi releases your nipple with a pop!  He takes your shorts and panties off with one quick motion, before kissing his way down your body.

He places a soft kiss on your clit before sucking it into his mouth. A loud moan slips past your lips, luckily your parents have already left for work so you don’t have to worry about them overhearing you.

“Fuck, Nagi feels s’good”

“You sound so pretty when you moan out my name” he says against your cunt. His face is shiny with your slick.

He uses one of his fingers to probe  at your entrance, tongue still swirling around your clit. He pumps his digit in and out of you at a quick pace before adding another one, then another.

Three fingers are pumping in and out of your slick walls, curling them every so often to rub that soft spot that has your toes curling, smirking to himself when as you whimper softly.

“Fuck Nagi, gonna cum” you cry out when you feel that familiar tightening in your stomach. He has to force himself away from your pussy, he knew from the first swipe of his tongue through your puffy folds that he could live with his head between your legs, he could survive by just the taste of you on his tongue. You whine out at the sudden loss of contact, opening your eyes to look at him. 

He quickly pulls his shirt over his head, pushing his pants and boxers off and onto the floor below him. He repositions himself between your legs.

He swipes the tip through your folds, collecting the slick that’s already started to drip out of you. The first stretch of his cock is almost enough to make you scream, the feeling of being split open on his cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He starts off slow, letting your walls adjust to his size. Deep, slow thrusts that allow you to feel every drag of his cock against your gummy walls.

“Faster” you moan out and who is Nagi to not give his baby exactly what she wants?

His pace quickens, the sound of his hips connecting with yours is like music to your ears, bouncing off the wall in the most lewd way.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He thrust deeper and deeper with each word that falls from his lips, your nails clawing at his back as a series of moans leave you, each one louder than the last.

Nagi brings his hand down to your cunt, rubbing fast circles on your clit. He knows he’s close and he wants the two of you to cum together.

“Gonna cum for me baby?” He questions, as he angle his hips in a way that has the tip of his dick hitting that your soft spot with each thrust.

You nod repeatedly, moaning out Nagi’s name like a mantra. 

“Cum for me then” he says and that’s all it takes for your walls to clamp down tightly around him. He pulls himself out at the last minute, spurts of cum landing on your stomach.

The two of you stay there for a couple of minutes, letting your orgasms past and your breathing to return to normal.

Minutes later your back is being pushed against the wall of the shower, Nagi’s teeth grazing your neck as your hand pumps up and down his length.

You have to force him out of your shower so that you can actually clean yourself before your parents get home, washing away the sweat and the smell of sex that lingers on your skin.

That night at dinner you and Nagi were closer than every and your parents couldn’t be happier.

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I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately

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Currently reading MHA chapter 336 and oh wow. Definitely not who I expected… Class 1A is filled with such great people cause I could never.

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oh no, the pornbots are back. Just blocked like 10 of them back to back

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I’ve never regretted changing my name to something jhope related in my entire life cause look! I was literally playing pool with someone with MY NAME! I love when I meet people or play games with people who have my name but she doesn’t even know we have the same name cause I changed mine😭😭 and it’s crazy cause a week ago it was still Paulina😞

[taeebaee-deactivated20230910]

Gojo eats your pussy for his pleasure, not yours. Do you think he cares about what you want when his head his between your legs and the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen is spread out and ready to be devoured? The answer is no.

No, he doesn’t care about the way you try to push his head away after you cum for the first time. He’ll just pin your wrists to your side before taking your clit back into his mouth, craving more of your deliciously sweet slick.

No, he doesn’t care when you tell him you want to cum after he’s been edging you on for what feels like hours now, he’s hasn’t gotten his fill yet and you won’t cum until he has.

And no, he most definitely doesn’t care when you try to tell him you’re still sore from how good he fucked you earlier that day, he wants your plush thighs wrapped around his head while he fucks his tongue in and out of your wet heat, lazily dragging his tongue through your sticky folds as he collects the remnants of your previous orgasm.

The only thing he cares about is the way your slick sticks to his face and drips down his chin.

[romantichomicide95]

eating you for dinner

The way you’ve got your legs wide open for him, pussy glistening with arousal. Your sweet taste fresh on his tongue. He’s slowly flicking his tongue against your clit, taking it between his lips.

His hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer into his mouth because he just can’t get enough. He can’t get enough of the way you taste, the way your fingers intertwine in his hair pulling his face closer into your cunt, or the way those pretty little whimpers escape your lips.

Precum drips from his tip and he can’t help but hump whatever surface he can feel. That’s how drunk he is off your pussy. The wet squelching noises coming from you are music to his hears as he tastes every single part of your dripping wet pussy.

You pull at his hair moaning his name as his tongue darts in between your folds, eating you like you’re the most delicious meal.

“Want you to spit on it.” Those words alone almost have him cumming right there, as he looks up at you and spits on your pussy. He enjoys the view of your dripping wet mess he’s made before he licks it all up.

Finally, he uses his fingers to spread you apart his tongue fucking you almost as good as his cock does until you’re a whimpering, slithering mess and he has you cumming with screams of his name.

GOJO, megumi, levi, yuji, eren, denji, aki, geto

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Extra Credit

♡ featuring: gojo & geto x f!reader

♡ summary: class is getting too hard for you, so you seek help. unfortunately, the help you receive is not what you expected. wc: 2.8k+

♡ cw/tw: manipulation, praise, light degradation, throat-fucking, edging, threesome, spit roasting, rough sex, pretty mean gojo, cum play

notes: helloo! a slightly shorter one this time. hope u like :) my first jjk fic!! art by _3aem on twitter <3

You twiddle your sparkly pen with your fingers and eye the blank page. Chemistry-201 started an hour ago, and you’ve got nothing to show for it. Truthfully, you were exhausted thinking about having to attend. College was easy for the most part, even calculus. You couldn’t tell anyone the reality behind your performance block in this specific class. The excuse your friends heard was, “The slides are hard to read.” They were hard to read, but they’d probably be clearer if you actually looked at them. What you did like to look at, were the boys who sat two rows in front of you in lecture hall. The one with frosty hair would whisper through the entirety of class, while the quiet one diligently wrote down organized notes. That’s how you picked up their names: 

“Quiet, Gojo.” he snapped, tapping the paper with his pencil as if Gojo would catch the hint. He smiled and poked his temple. “Chill Geto, the best doesn’t need to study.”  

Geto sighs and waves his hand. “Not everything is about you.”  

“Why not?” 

Geto and Gojo you thought. Their names were sweet on your tongue. You squeezed your thighs together, imagining how their names would sound on your lips. On rare occasions, Geto would face your direction. Even though it wasn’t for you, it felt special, like you were the only person in the room. You wanted someone as hardworking and kind as him to notice you. Sometimes you’d catch yourself sketching the back of his head, promptly shredding the page after the bell. What started to unnerve you was Gojo, who was always aware of your shy glances even when his back was turned. His crystalline azure eyes bore into yours and you’d fumble for anything to look at. Even when you daydreamed dirty scenarios, he reads your mind. It made you feel guilty. When your professor dismissed you, you’d scattered up the steps, bag already packed. This strategy was efficient until the day you dropped your book walking out of class. Pale slender hands grabbed it before you could reach it. “Ah! Thank you-” You met eyes with Gojo, smiling above you like reborn divinity. You almost felt the urge to bow. “Gotta be careful, yeah? This shit's expensive.” You nodded another thank you and took the book, hasting away so he couldn’t see your flustered face.  

All these minor incidents accumulated into the major issue currently surfacing; you are on the cusp of failing. Your parents readily applauded the other classes, perfect A’s. Just visualizing the scenario where you show them a D sends you into grief. You vow to change this outcome today. Your final exam is in a month and a half, enough space to master important subjects. No distractions, no Geto and Gojo. You meet with student resources after Chemistry to inquire about your study options and settle on weekly tutoring. You’re determined and prepared to give your all for this exam. 

Next week arrives and you're full of vigor. You try your best to rationalize each problem, no matter how wrong you are; and you were very wrong, frequently. You’re mentally apologizing in advance to your tutor. You see Geto and Gojo quietly bickering. Gojo has long pretty eyelashes, and you can’t stop glancing at them. They swiftly point to you. Nothing unusual, until—for the first time—Geto turns to you. His eyes are fixated solely on you. You're startled and knock over your water bottle, pouring it all over your notebook. A domino effect ensues. The valuable notes you took smear from the liquid, and it drips from the table onto your mini skirt. You stand to dodge it but your open bag tips over and out the chair, spilling the contents all over the floor. The room is silent, and everyone in your vicinity is staring. Time stops as you gather your stuff and leave the hall to dry yourself. You’re in the bathroom now, dying from embarrassment as your brain recalls the moment repeatedly. The sly smirk on Gojo’s face. I have to get over this you thought. Your session is in an hour, and you don’t want to waste crucial experience. Surely it can’t get worse than this. 

You show up five minutes early and patiently wait for their arrival. Fortunately, you’re afforded a closed off workspace with the tutor. You draw dainty flowers in your book until the door creaks open. To your surprise, you see tidy black hair and chiseled features.  It’s Geto. Your personal tutor is Geto. The stars must’ve aligned to dispatch one horrific cataclysm. You contemplate what you could’ve done to the gods for them to punish you so harshly. He pretends that he’s never seen you. “(Y/N), right? My name is Geto, I’ll be tutoring you for the rest of the semester.” His professionalism makes you breathe easier, and you’re relieved, content with maintaining this attitude. Together you set up your notes and the first 15 minutes go without a hitch, simply reviewing the topics you grapple with.  

“A lot of these are early concepts. They’re used in basically every class. Forgive me if this offends you, but how do you not know these?” 

“Ah, I get a bit distracted.” 

“By what?” 

“Oh… um.” You shift your thighs back and forth, pondering a justifiable answer, oblivious to the way Geto ogles them. "I just have a hard time focusing.” 

He scans your tight fitted shirt, then your lips. “I see.” Suddenly, the door swings open. Bright orbs piercing you, capturing you. You drop your head, hoping he won’t recognize you from the scalp. 

“Yo Geto, look at this game I- oops.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to barge in while I’m tutoring?” 

“Haha, sorry ‘bout that…wait, I know you!” He exclaims. Gojo snatches a chair and sits so you’re sandwiched between them. Intently skimming the textbook as if you didn’t hear him, he grabs your cheeks and twists you to him. 

“You’re the girl that wet herself today, right?” He laughs. 

“C’mon, she's dealt with enough already.” Your wishful thinking fell on deaf ears; they clearly didn’t forget that easily. 

“Heh, it’s too funny though. Geto, I told you about her remember? She’s always looking at us in class.” he teases. You felt a shiver go up your spine and your face get hotter. “That isn’t-” 

“Shh” Gojo interrupts you. “Tell me, are we more handsome now that you have a closer look?” Your heart drops to your stomach and you stumble over your words. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to look. If I made you uncomfortable, I’m deeply sorry.” 

“Nah, it’s cool. I like the shy type.” 

“I think I should go.” You try to rise, but Geto pulls you from your skirt. If they wanted you, they would have you. "I didn’t permit you to leave. Sit. We'll continue.” 

“I don’t know if I should-” 

“Are you disrespecting the time I’m putting in to ensure you end with a decent grade?” he questioned. You went meek, reconsidering the effort you’d be wasting, and how badly you wanted Geto to acknowledge that effort.  

“No. I’ll do it.” His smile is saccharine and alluring, masking the dark intentions pulling at his conscious. 

“Great. Next chapter.” 

You’re eight paragraphs in, a sheer glistening sweat on your legs. You can barely mouth the words. Gojo’s breath is painfully close to your ear, tickling it as he follows along the page, his thumb running under the hem of your thigh high socks. “You wore these for me, yeah?” he whispers. You clamp your thighs, and a scheming grin creeps up his face. Meanwhile Geto’s fingers are behind your neck, brushing it gently with his other hand steady on top of yours. The bare skin contact is disorienting, so much so that you hadn’t noticed you’ve read the same sentence for the past minutes. 

“(Y/N)?” You snap out of an affectionate trance. “Huh?” 

“Is something troubling you?” His nose is inches away from yours, taunting you. 

“Mm, no.” Your trembling voice exposes the truth. “You seem frustrated. Do you need help alleviating that frustration?” Such a straightforward question is nerve-wracking. You've only imagined this in your dreams, calling out both of their names. The scandal that unfolds if people find out would be reputation-shattering for you. But desire burning in your dampening core blanketed those worries. “I don’t know what to say.”  

“(Y/N), when someone offers you something, you should accept it and say thank you” Gojo adds. His hand slides deeper in your socks, groping the plush fat. 

“Do you want it, yes or no?” The decision tosses in your mind. Until you finally manage a soft-spoken “yes.” Instantly, the air in the room switches, their gaze encapsulating you like prey. You feel smaller.  

“This won’t be easy, though. I’m teaching you concentration. If you get through this quiz with us touching you, I’ll reward you. Understand?” Geto says. You nod at him like a lost puppy, ready to please him. 

The quiz starts with ten entry-level questions. You get to work, and they get to devour you. Gojo parts your legs, salivating from the strings of slick sticking to your underwear and inner thighs. He litters kisses and lustful bruises along your neck, his hands trailing to your chest. Geto’s hands hike your skirt up and move to your underwear, circling the erect nub through the fabric. You’re on question three and can hardly achieve a scribble. He pulls your panties to the side and spreads your folds, toying with the mess. You have a loose hold on his shirt that tightens whenever he presses on the bundle of nerves. His fingers are skillful, knowing the right buttons to push to coax whimpers out of you. Meanwhile, Gojo tugs your shirt up, exposing your nipples to the cool air. He flicks one with his tongue, then envelopes your breast in his warm wet mouth. He sucks and bites the bud, tasting it and fondling the other. He moans, light pops as he comes up, gazing into you for approval. The walls are thin, you can’t get caught, but you need them deeper. They make you fall apart just to punish you, a sharp sting from Geto’s palm directly on your clit.  

“If you can’t keep your voice down, I’m gonna stop. Are you sure you can handle it?” Geto teases. He definitely isn't stopping, but your panicked, yearning expression made his cock twitch. 

“Yes! I’m sorry, I can be quiet.” 

“I don’t know, you seem to be struggling. You wanna make me proud, right?” You nodded frantically. 

He places a gentle, almost manipulative kiss on your lips. “Good girl. Then you’ll take everything I give you.” His digits glide vertically on your vulva until they slip inside, scissoring and massaging your g-spot. You somehow make it to question 6, but your mushy thoughts aren’t sure if they can recover from the rhythmic pumping and juices running down his knuckles. Gojo releases you for air, bite indentations dotting your mounds. “Geto. Switch?”  

“Okay.” He says and begrudgingly drags his fingers out. You whine from the emptiness, but Gojo quickly replaces him. He gets under the table on his knees and forces your legs wider, appreciating the upcoming feast. His pink muscle licks a long harsh strip against you. The new sensation makes your back arch, and your hand cards through his hair.  

“Too sensitive? Aww.” He moves roughly, slurping and lapping up everything he can get his mouth on. His grasp is tight, even with all your strength pushing him off is a challenge. Question nine passed, still shaking and stuttering. Geto pinches and twist your nipples but showers the pain with loving kisses. He pecks the back of your neck. You’re so close you start to involuntarily buck your hips. Gojo stops immediately, grinning at your frustrated cries, your essence covering his jaw and chin. “Don’t come yet, wanna feel you.” 

“One more question, baby.” Geto says, caressing the swollen marks. You put your heart into finishing the last problem, an unintelligible number for your response. You can’t decipher the words; all you want is Geto’s praise. He takes the pencil out of your hand and counts the correct solutions. 

“8 out of 10. I’m so proud of you, angel.” None of your answers were right. But he relished how effortless it was to make you happy, how much you starved for his attention. He searched to lock you away where no one could find you. You’re beaming nevertheless, smothered by his kindness. 

“C’mere. Taste yourself.” Gojo husks before French kissing you, tongues intertwined. He moans into your mouth. “Want your reward now?”  

“Please” you rasped, and he picks you up, pressing your stomach flat on the desk. Geto wraps around in front of you. He pulls his throbbing cock out and lifts your chin, propping it on your lips. “Open.” he coos. You loll your tongue out, looking up at him expectingly. He smiles and drives his length into you until your nose is flush with his pubes. His cockhead is deep in your throat, it burns, but you’re the center of his world in this moment and it makes it worth the ache. You worship it, savor him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you start bobbing your head. You drool on his balls, gently sucking them and tracing his veins with your tongue. His moans are breathy and deep, hand firm on the back of your head to prevent you from bailing. He denies your pleas for air.  

Gojo taps his leaking tip against your clit a few times and slides himself in, whimpering from the soaking grip molding to his shaft. “A-ah, so tight.” he choked. His balls collide with your ass, and your orgasm hits hard. You tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you try to ride it out. But Gojo doesn’t let you and jerks your arms behind you with one hand. He pounds deep and fast, noisy plaps and squelching fervor pushing your limits; at the same time, Geto is face-fucking you. You were sure students heard the commotion by now. The men ravaging you sent a trail of fire crawling up your body. Tears smear on your face, gagging spit drips from your bottom lip, a mixture of fluids soak your socks, but your fuzzy senses can only drown in their pleasure. The spring coiling in your body is quick. Gojo’s tip kisses your g-spot perfectly and you embrace him. “Hey, you on the pill?” he asks. You're about to answer but he shoves your head down to Geto’s hilt. “Never mind, I don’t care.” 

Geto’s movements quicken. Your disheveled face sends him over the edge. He blesses you with his creamy hot gift, spurting inside your gullet, accompanied by guttural sighs. “Swallow all of it.” You struggle but slowly get it down. You polish off the rest of his twitching length in revere and open your mouth for proof. “That’s my good girl.” He pats your head, and you lean into the warmth. Waiting for his confirmation. 

“You wanna come? I’ll let you come, baby.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, you do it when I tell you to.” Gojo snaps. Tears prickled your lashes from overstimulation. Your whimpers stream out the room and he laughs through breathy whines. “Little pervert. You want people to hear you getting railed?”  

“It's t’much! Gojo I can’t-” 

Geto cradles your jaw. “(Y/N). Ask him for permission.” He is suddenly stern, and you obey him. 

“Please lemme come!” you babble. His concern is clouded with sin. 

“Yeah? Beg for it.” An orchestra of please’s sing, and you mean it, but Gojo didn’t care. He’d much rather watch your rippling ass and melting figure. Each thrust has you incoherent, and you plead more, enough to satisfy his smug demeanor. 

“That’s better. Now come for me, all over my cock.” His command splinters, and your gushy walls convulse to form a white ring around the base. Gojo’s strokes get desperate as he approaches his release from your slippery heat. He pulls out and holds you in place, a few pumps before he shoots ropes across your ass and paints your vulva. “Yeah- you’re so fucking good.” he moans, mumbling and quivering through his orgasm. 

They get dressed while you lie on the desk. You’re breathless and trembling, but they’re focused on cleaning themselves up. Gojo gets eye level with you. 

“If you tell anyone, you know I’ll ruin your life, right? Keep it hush.” You can’t speak. He grabs your panties off the floor and pockets them. “These are cute. Imma keep it.” Geto reties his hair and smiles at you. “See you later.”  

They abandon you, covered in come and items strewn across the table. You’re left to wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. One thing was undeniable, however; you were really looking forward to next week. 

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。the dictionary definition of a rich boy

synopsis. that rich guy who won’t stop asking you out is your partner for this project—send help

contents. pre dating rich boy! gojo, college! au, implications of a zenin being pushy on the first date, satoru being distraught you went on a date lol, pre relationship shenanigans with the cutest loser boy !!

word count. 3.8k (it’s literally all just him being a handful)

notes. thank you niku my most cherished gojo stan for comming this (and giving me the most ridiculous tip) i adore you so much :,) mwah 💋

he’s late—gojo is late. in fact, he’s very late, by forty-five minutes and thirty-two seconds to be exact. you aren’t really the count-by-the-second type of person, but somehow when it comes to that irritating, smug, too-talkative brat that you’re stuck with…well, you can’t help but be petty and use the seconds against him too.

he shows up close to an hour after your agreed time, waltzing in with a grin on his face—and, oh, you should kill him. he has the audacity to send you a wink when he walks over, coming up to your table and pushing his sunglasses down his nose just a bit to look you in the eyes over the lenses. 

what kind of person wears sunglasses indoors? surely only the kind that are nothing but trouble.

“aw, you’re here already,” gojo hums, “that excited to see me?”

“you’re late,” you spit.

“am i? i could have sworn—”

“now it’ll get dark by the time we get through what we planned for today,” you glare. he looks enthused, positively delighted by the statement—it’s almost as if you’ve offered him candy. 

“well, then i’ll just have to walk you to your apartment,” he offers smoothly. 

what a jackass. of course, just as expected, he’s still attempting to worm his way into your personal life (and likely your pants) in the most obnoxious of ways. over your dead body, however, will you ever allow him to know where you live, let alone accompany you on the way. you value your sanity, and having a conversation with gojo satoru longer than you absolutely have to seems like the most efficient way to fry every nerve and brain cell you have left.

“absolutely not,” you grit, “you can call me an uber. you pay.”

“alright,” he nods, “i’ll get an uber for you. but i’ll need your number to make sure you made it home safe. otherwise, what kind of partner would i be?”

typically, any normal pair of partners are meant to exchange numbers for a project—it would be the easiest form of communication, and more importantly, you can spam call if gojo decides not to carry his weight instead of just hoping and praying he checks his socials. but you can’t let him have your number—he’s not trustworthy enough for that. the last thing you need is him bombarding you with texts, or worse: calls, in the middle of work and class. so instead, you strictly inform him that any and all communication will occur via social media.

he pouts at that—it’s a cute pout, you have to admit. it’s slightly dangerous, too, because had you not had the self-control you do, you might have caved. but then he lights up at the prospect of you adding him back on socials. 

i’ll get your number one of these days, he says confidently. his confidence is as aggravating as the way he clicks his pen in the middle of class. he still chooses to sit right beside you despite all the free and very available seats the entirety of the lecture hall has. 

but no, he insists on sitting right next to you—and you? well, you have to hope you don’t get charged with homicide by the end of every class from the constant clicking he makes you endure. despite all that, gojo is surprisingly smart, which means your project might not be so doomed. 

he’s annoyingly smart, actually—he never takes notes, and just when you think the professor has him cornered by asking him a question when he’s seemingly dozing off, he answers immediately with the correct answer. 

you hate him.

“absolutely not happening,” you grumble, opening your laptop, “anyway i think we should start with—”

“well, i hate to inform you,” he sighs sadly as if it genuinely pains him to say this, “but i’ve actually deleted all my socials.”

“what?” your eye twitches.

“yeah,” he nods, “it’s a bit of a cleanse if you will. staring at your screen all day and finding value in fake posts is not good for mental health, you know? i’m trying to be more in tune with myself. it’s been a real self-journey.”

before the end of this project, you might either be a college dropout or an inmate at the county jail. you’re not sure, either is equally as possible.

“gojo satoru, i am sick of your games,” you spit, “we both know—”

“and i would hate not being in touch with my partner since it’s a crucial part of this project for us to work together,” he hums, something of a smug look plastered on his aggravatingly gorgeous face, “that thirty percent deduction for ineffective partner communication would be such a shame to get when we’re working so hard already on this, wouldn’t you agree?”

is he threatening you? for your number? with your grade? he is, you realize—and you clench your fist tightly around the phone in your hands as he eyes it with a knowing look on his face. he has you right where he wants you, whether you like it or not.

“you’re an asshole,” you spit.

“i’m a mental health advocate,” he gasps—he has the nerve to act offended, even as he’s so obviously enjoying working you up like this. you wish he’d drop dead immediately. maybe you could take his card from his wallet as his cold body lays lifeless on the table and order yourself a new laptop if he did—that would be ideal. 

“i saw you post on your story last night—”

“you didn’t watch it,” he pouts, “i posted a shirtless gym selfie just for you—wait a second, you pay attention to my story, huh?” he cuts himself off with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at you, “c’mon, you don’t have to force yourself to skip them. you know you wanna watch them.”

“no, i don’t,” you seethe, “it was just the first one at the top. stop being self-important—”

“anyway,” he drawls, eyeing your phone again. you want to splash your coffee in his face. “i’ll need your number,” he sniffs, “the crushing disappointment of you skipping my story made me realize i’m too focused on getting social media validation, so i’m taking a break. it’s the best thing for me to do in my headspace right now. hope you understand.”

“are you kidding me?” you stare at him. he grins before shaking his head.

“i would never joke about mental health,” he says seriously—it’s not as serious as your desire to slap him, however.

“fine,” you take a long, slow sip of your coffee to calm down, “give me your phone.”

“oh, you’re gonna set your own contact?” he brightens, immediately handing you his phone. it’s brand new—the newest model, in fact. it’s barely been a few days since it dropped. truthfully, you’re not even sure why you’re shocked—of course, he, of all people, would upgrade immediately. “how intimate,” he gushes, “it’s almost like we’re going on a date—”

“do not text me outside of project purposes,” you interrupt, thrusting the phone back into his hands, “got it?”

“you got it,” he grins triumphantly.

—————

like all things he does, gojo finds a roundabout way to keep his word without actually keeping it. it’s his secret talent, you think—finding loopholes through all the technicalities of things.

hey when ur free can u read over my portion? i just finished

btw r u going to that frat party this wknd? u don’t seem the party type haha but u should come 

i’ll introduce u to suguru! he’s my best friend he’s super nice u’ll like him

oh and when do u wanna meet this week? promise i’ll be on time this time ;)

you make sure to only respond to the questions regarding your project—just because he technically kept his word and started the conversation centered around the project before getting off topic doesn’t mean you have to indulge him. and the way he types is infuriatingly annoying—who shortens every possible word like that? only him, you think.

okay, maybe you’re just nitpicking now, but every time you see his name pop up on your screen, your mood sours tenfold. you decide to answer as dryly as possible.

k i’ll look. we meet same time as last.

the period at the end should add the perfect touch—you grin to yourself in pride at that one. instantly, bubbles pop up and indicate he’s typing again. your smile very quickly drops.

wow ur a rly dry texter aren’t u?

that’s ok i don’t judge

so how bout the party? 

i can be ur escort ;) 

it’ll be fun!

from his side of the screen, gojo watches as your contact shows notifications silenced at the bottom. he pouts to himself—no party, then, he thinks.

—————

gojo satoru, the guy who seemingly has everything he could ever want, likes you. 

frankly, he’s not really sure why—at first, he finds you mildly amusing, and he thinks it’d be fun to have a short fling with you perhaps. somewhere along the line, however, that changes. he watches you dedicatedly take notes in class, no matter how tired you seem from work the night before. he notices the way you chew on your bottom lip when you’re really focused—it’s actually very cute, he thinks. and he’s entertained by the way you always have some smart little retort waiting on your tongue. you’re not boring—and more than anything, you leave him a little humbled. it’s refreshing, and he kind of likes it, if he’s being completely honest.

he’s never liked anyone before—it’s a weird feeling. at best, he’s had a crush where he could appreciate that someone is generally pleasing to the eye and has a personality that might mesh well with his, but he’s never yearned for someone before. 

it just so happens to be his luck that the same person he wants more than anything in the entire world (for the first time ever, too) seems to hate his guts. it also happens to be that the same person he wants more than anything is currently getting asked out by some kid from the zenin family. right in front of him. and you’re saying yes. 

why on earth would you say yes to a zenin of all people? don’t you value yourself? 

gojo can admit that he’s had his fair share of heart robbing and tear inducing moments—he’s not exactly someone with the best track record for commitment, but at least he doesn’t use people for his own benefit. plus, he does, in fact, actually plan on committing to you. that zenin boy most certainly can’t be any good news if he’s anything like naoya, who gojo has met on a multitude of occasions, and knows very well is a scoundrel of a guy. 

“see you at nine?” he hears the zenin (what was his name again?) ask you. you nod, smiling sweetly. 

why don’t you smile sweetly at him like that? he buys you coffee every week. sure, he only gets to buy you the coffee because you have no choice but to meet him for the project, but he even offers to get you a slice of cake—you don’t ever accept, though, so he ends up eating both. but you do like coffee, very strong coffee that’s probably not sweet enough for his liking, but you enjoy the coffee he buys you nonetheless, and that has to count for something.

“sure, see you at nine,” you hum.

gojo watches in absolute shock (and abject horror) as you look down shyly. as soon as the zenin boy walks away, he stomps up to you.

“hey, what gives?” he asks petulantly, making your face paint on that irritated look that it always seems to adopt when he’s in the vicinity—how rude.

“what do you mean?” you ask tiredly, “i don’t speak toddler, so please use your words—”

“why’d you say yes to that zenin boy—”

“he has a name. it’s—”

“who cares what his name is? he’s an asshole! he won’t treat you right even if his mother’s life is on the line—”

“oh, and you would?” you raise an eyebrow, glaring at him. how is it his place to tell you who’d treat you right and who wouldn’t? how is it his place to even care?

“i would,” he gasps at the accusation, “you’d date a zenin but not me? how come?”

“because you’re annoying,” you counter like it’s obvious.

okay, now that is technically fair—gojo has heard his fair share of you’re annoying’s from people in his life. in fact, a good amount of them come from his own mother, but he’s also dashingly handsome, very good in bed, has soft hair, is tall and muscular, can buy you whatever you like, and can be smart and funny too if you really don’t care for those kinds of things. he’s the entire package and more. and more importantly, he’s not from the zenin family, and that automatically means you’ll actually be treated with an ounce of respect.

he looks at you incredulously, feelings a little hurt. “that’s not true! name one annoying thing i’ve done—”

“you laughed in the middle of me speaking in class.”

“that wasn’t at you! suguru showed me something funny on his phone—”

“and you took like twenty minutes in line ordering the most sweetest drink on the menu while i was running late—”

“you can’t use that against me, that’s not fair! i’m a paying customer, i should be able to get whatever i want. plus, it’s technically not my fault you were late.”

“you rubbed in the fact that you had a black card.”

“you mentioned it first!”

“you were late to our first meeting for the project.”

“okay, that was an honest mistake! people are allowed to make those, you know—”

“i don’t want to go out with you,” you say frustratedly, “and it’s really annoying when you act like a spoiled brat that can’t handle the word no and keep on insisting, okay? so leave me alone unless it’s to discuss our project—which weighs fifty-five percent of our grade, by the way, so don’t even think about getting lazy.”

he is not lazy, he wants to argue.

but before he can, you roll your eyes and take a step to walk around him, leaving him there to blink in shock. okay, he thinks with a huff, so you’re playing hard to get. that’s no matter, he’s good at the chase anyway. 

—————

the date doesn’t seem to have gone well. gojo can tell because your eyes are slightly red and puffy, and you’re extra grouchy today in class. your professor seems to have noticed, too, because instead of calling on you today, she calls on gojo extra as a rare show of mercy. 

gojo doesn’t mind—this class is surprisingly easy, and he’s bored half the time anyway. he might as well indulge the uptight professor in an ugly brown pencil skirt and answer her pretentious questions that aren’t as complex as she thinks they are. 

“so,” he finally breaks the silence, “how was your date—”

“if you’re looking for a chance to say i told you so, just get it over with, you jerk,” you grumble. he raises his eyebrows in surprise before both hands go up in surrender.

“i wasn’t,” he says genuinely, “you just…uh…you look upset, is all.”

you hesitate for a short second, gauging his sincerity for a moment before sighing and slumping on the desk, cheek resting on your arm. gojo resists the urge to poke the soft flesh—it’ll probably make you mad, and you’re already in a bad mood. 

“he was…pushy,” you say quietly, “i don’t really believe in taking things far on the first date. he didn’t like that.” instantly, his fists clench tightly, eyeing you from the side carefully, almost in concern. “nothing happened,” you wave off, “but he did make me feel disgusting,” you mutter.

“yeah, well, he is a zenin,” he points out, “they’re…well, my family’s known them for a while. my mom hates them.”

you look over at him in mild interest, raising an eyebrow. “don’t tell me there’s drama in the rich community,” you gasp, “i thought you all just came as one to sip fancy wine and laugh at the poor together.”

he snorts, throwing you a toothy grin that you think for a moment is kind of cute—but that doesn’t mean he’s any different from the rest of the rich folks. someone of gojo satoru’s caliber has no business mixing with someone of yours—it’s common knowledge. gojo has everything he wants, and if he doesn’t, it’s a simple matter of asking before it’s his. there’s simply no way you can mold into his world to be what he needs you to be, and when the time inevitably comes when he realizes you’re not what he wants, well…you’d like to save yourself the wounded pride and crushed soul while you can. 

“sometimes we have fancy appetizers too with the wine,” he jokes, “don’t forget those.”

“oh, my apologies,” you chuckle. gojo likes it when you laugh, he decides. it looks much better than when you’re glum—he thinks seeing your lips quirked in anything other than a smile is a waste of your perfect features, and he can’t have that.

“my mom married my old man in this stupid arranged marriage or something,” he explains casually, like it’s just the norm. you suppose it is—for the rich, at least. you wonder briefly if gojo will have a marriage planned for his future, too, and you wonder if he’s okay with that. surely it’ll be some wealthy and fancy socialite of a girl that fits his family’s standards. someone who’s not you—not that you care anyway, you wouldn’t marry him regardless. “my grandma wanted her to marry the zenin, but she said no. said he treated her like a piece of meat every time they met, so she settled for my dad instead. lucky her, 'cause now i’m her son,” he beams. 

settled—something about the way he says it makes you think his parents must not really care for each other as a husband and wife should. it makes you think briefly about what his childhood might’ve been like, not watching his parents happy and in love the way they should be. but still, the way gojo talks about his mother is fond, with a gentle smile on his face as he recalls the things she’s told him. you can’t help but smile a little too.

“i think that makes you the lucky one,” you snort, “you’d still be her son. just that you’d be a zenin.”

he crinkles his nose at the thought, dramatically shivering and making you giggle. “gross,” he gags.

“well, now you have her to thank,” you hum, “your dad would’ve been…whoever the zenin she was supposed to marry is.”

“yeah, well, trust me,” he mumbles, his smile dropping ever so slightly, “my old man’s not that big of an upgrade from a zenin. even my grandfather’s sick of him. imagine being such a douche, your own dad can’t stand you.”

you’re learning more about gojo in one sitting than you ever imagined (or planned) to learn—part of that is because he seems like he’s the type to overshare on the first meet; the other part…well, you have to be honest with yourself, it’s not exactly a bad pastime hearing him talk about himself. gojo is an odd piece of work, and you can’t say you hate learning about the little pieces that come together to make him so weird. 

okay, perhaps weird is a bit rude, you think—he’s…unique.

“oh, so you’re the dictionary definition of a rich boy, huh?” you hum, resting your cheek on your hand as you sit up and face him—gojo, for a quick moment, feels his heart stutter when you talk to him like that: with your undivided attention like he’s the only one in the room. 

“what makes you say that?”

“daddy issues is like…the first thing in the rich boy starter pack.”

he laughs at that, smooth and almost sweet—it’s a dangerous thing. it’s easy to attract you to him, like a bee to honey, with the way his lips curl like that, showing off his dimples. but the bees can easily turn into maggots—and you don’t want to find yourself as a dead carcass by the end of this.

“i don’t have daddy issues,” he says smoothly, “that old man should sleep with both eyes open. if anything, he has son issues.”

“you’re hands down the oddest person i have ever met,” you mumble.

“what was that? did you say hottest? yeah, i know—”

“shut up, jackass,” you scowl, shoving his shoulder when he leans closer with a bat of his lashes. he laughs, and so do you—and just for one, quick, momentary instance, gojo satoru is not so bad. dangerous and a bad choice maybe, a setup for a big mistake perhaps, something you should stay away from, in fact. 

but not so bad. 

“how about i show you what it’s like to go on a date with a gojo,” he grins, winking easily. he’s persistent—very persistent, you note. “you might like it a lot more than a zenin.”

“no, thank you,” you hold a hand up, “never going to happen.”

“never say never,” he hums, “you might eat your words.”

—————

“hey, satoru?”

“that’s not my name.”

“that actually is your name,” you say tiredly.

“hmph,” satoru rolls over, dramatically tugging the blankets over his body as he shuffles away from you, “not to you, it’s not.” 

you sigh, pursing your lips at his antics. “oh my god. okay—hey, toru?” you correct yourself. and just like that, he turns back around, grinning brightly as he inches closer until his head is resting on your chest.

“yes, baby?” he says sweetly, earning a roll of your eyes as your fingers weave into his hair. it’s soft—you don’t think you ever want to let go.

“it’s way better dating a gojo, by the way,” you murmur, “than a zenin.”

“oh yeah?” he grins smugly, arm draping over your body as he kisses your jaw, “i told you it would be, didn’t i?”

“i haven’t dated other rich families to compare, though,” you tease, “you might get replaced.”

“unlikely,” he chuckles, “no one,” there’s a kiss to your jaw, “will love you,” another kiss to your cheek, “like me.”

finally, there’s a slow, soft kiss to your lips—and when he kisses you like that, you have no choice but to believe him.

satoru sooooo sends multiple texts back to back he just like me for real

[gr0undr10tz]

these two together look rlly good i think

[taeebaee-deactivated20230910]

Face down ass up!

contains: multi, fem!reader, oral (fem rec) fingering, pet names(princess, baby, pretty girl) cervix fucking, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

note: hello! so I want to start off by saying thank you for reading! I’m pretty new to tumblr and writing fanfics in general so hopefully this doesn’t suck! Please feel free to leave a comment and reblog if you enjoy!

He expects you to be waiting for him face down ass up on the edge of the bed like the good girl he knows you are. 

He takes his time walking through the door to your shared apartment, slowly bending down to untie his shoes and slipping into his slippers. He stops to look through the mail that’s been left on the table. 

He takes his time because he knows you’ll wait as long as you have to despite the way your slick drips down your leg from the anticipation, you’re his good girl and good girls have patience.

He won’t leave you waiting too long though, the thought of you spread and waiting for him has his cock twitching in his pants, a tent already forming, and he hasn’t even seen you yet.

You clit throbs with want when you hear his heavy footsteps approaching, pushing your face deeper into the pillow below you and arching your back more, giving him a perfect view of your bundle of nerves.

Your breath hitches when the bedroom door is pushed open, and he steps into the open space. You feel your cheeks heat up in mild embarrassment when you hear him inhale deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room.

He takes slow steps towards the bed, fingers working to get the buttons undone on his shirt. He drops down to his knees behind you, face directly in front of your pussy. His tongue pokes out of his mouth to wet his lips, eyes glued to your soaking cunt and the way your hole clenches around nothing.

“Fuck princess” he moans out as he lands a rough slap on your ass before running his finger up and down your puffy folds, collecting your slick before he brings the digit up to his lips.

The first taste of your slick on his tongue is like heaven on earth and he can’t wait to drink down your slick like it’s the finest water.

He dives in without any warning, his hands spread your ass cheeks before pushing his face into your cunt, his tongue swiping through your folds before flicking it back and forth against your clit.

“Mm fuck!” You moan out.

He lands another harsh slap to your ass as he sucks your clit into his mouth, hand palming himself over his pants. 

Two of his fingers prod at your entrance before they’re sinking into your warm, wet walls. His pace starts off slow, letting his fingers drag lazily along your velvety walls as he takes his time sucking on your clit. The prettiest sounds slip past your pink plump lips and he can’t wait till they’re wrapped around his cock. A third finger is sliding in and he finally picks up his pace, fingers fucking in and out of you quickly. 

“g-gonna cum!” You warn him but he already knows if the way your walls are clenching tightly around his fingers was anything to go by.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue?”

“Mhm! Mhm!” You whine loudly as your first orgasm of the night hits, your body convulsing as pleasure surges through your body. He drinks down your slick, tongue swiping through your folds, making sure not to leave a single drop.

He reluctantly pulls his face away from your cunt, his face drenched with your slick, and he licks off what he can from his lips before wiping the rest away with the back of his hand.

His hands find his pants and he unbuckles them, pushing them down his thighs and sighing when his cock is finally freed. He wraps his hand around the base, giving it a few strokes as he positions himself between your legs.

He drags his cock up and down your already wet slit, letting it swipe against your clit and smirking to himself when he hears you whimper from the sensitivity. You can’t help the moan that slips past your lips as he pushes in, the initial stretch burns despite having already been stretched out.

“so fucking tight” he grunts when he finally bottoms out. He gives you a few minutes to adjust to his massive size before he pulls out. “You ready?” he asks but he doesn’t bother waiting for your reply, instead he snaps his hips up sharply. His pace starts off fast and rough, and you have to grip the sheets below you tightly to keep from flying forward. He watches the way your ass jiggles each time his hips meet yours. He puts his foot on the bed next to you, angling his hips in a way that allows him to hit that spongy spot that has you seeing stars.

“t-too m-much!” you cry out when his hand comes around to rub fast circles on your clit, your arm reaches behind you and your hand finds his stomach trying to push him out, but he just takes your wrist in his hand and continues fucking into you, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

“Gonna fill you up baby” he promises as his hand wraps around your throat, pulling you up towards him as his lips find yours for the first time tonight. “gonna fill my baby up and get her nice and round with my baby”

The thought of you pregnant with his baby has your walls tightening around his cock as you cum, his mouth swallowing down your moans and whines. It only takes a few more thrusts before he’s emptying his heavy balls deep inside your walls. His pace slows down as he rides out his own orgasm. You let out a quiet hiss when he pulls out. He wastes no time, head immediately dipping down to lap at your entrance, ignoring your whines as he cleans both of your cum out of your pussy.

he gives the two of you a few minutes of rest, getting you a cup of water and a bag of chips from the kitchen before round 2.

Kakashi, gojo, Aizawa, bakugou, draken, BAJI, Kageyama, Rin, Kaiser, EREN, Shindou, SAE, TOJI, Onyankopon, NANAMI,

[touyasdoll]

Revered

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: sex with feelings, alcohol, you've both been drinking, friends to lovers, he comes across a little possessive, dacryphilia if you squint, body worship, unprotected sex, let me know if I missed any ❤️

“Do your ears work, princess? Can you hear that?” He sneers, breath tickling the crook of your neck before he pushes himself up, biceps flexing beautifully as he looms over you.

He’s undoubtedly referring to the lewd, loud sounds manifesting between the two of you. It's absolutely intoxicating, just like his touch. You're already tipsy, but now you are drunk on what this man is doing to you.

“This is what pussy is supposed to sound like when you’re getting fucked.”

You aren't quite sure how you ended up here. With Katsuki fucking Bakugou of all people plunging his cock in and out of you while you cling to his strong arms for dear life.

You blame it on the alcohol. That's the only excuse you can think of to explain why he drew closer to you on the couch, hands and lips exploring places that your dear friend had never ventured to touch before.

Why the glasses you were sipping out of landed on the coffee tabe and he somehow wound up on top of you, his searing kiss stealing the very air from your lungs. Why your clothes lay discarded and you're now laid bare for him, limbs tangled up as sweat collects on both of your brows as your bodies move in tandem, seeking sweet, sweet pleasure.

"That pathetic excuse of a man you called a boyfriend never made you feel like this, did he?" He asks as he grabs your jaw, his touch still so gentle, even as his tone grows more desperate. "Did he?"

"Never," you reply, breathless and barely able to form the words as you lose yourself in the delirium.

Katsuki was definitely more imposing than the man who'd dumped you. He'd stood you up for the last time and it was Katsuki who'd come to comfort you, joining you in your libations as you drowned your sorrows over a man who was never worth your time to begin with.

"That's what I fucking thought," he says as a handsome smirk spreads across his face.

His expression is almost devious. It's dark and full of salascious promise as his strokes grow longer. Slower. Deeper.

It feels as if he's nearly penetrating your lungs the way that head of his cock drags against your pulsating walls and knocks against your cervix, kissing it with each pass of his hips, never giving you the chance to truly breathe as his body drives into yours with immense purpose. Like he has something to prove.

Because he does.

He's watched and he's waited. Too many men have come along and broken your heart. Used your body and never taken proper care of your heart, but that's over now.

As he peers down at your perfect form, he makes a promise to himself and to you. His hands glide along your body, worshipping every curve and dip. His mouth travels along your neck, your breasts, your jaw before they claim your mouth again.

It's heated, though that could just be the booze. It must be, you tell yourself, but no one has ever kissed you like this before. Like they mean it. Like they need it to survive. Like they need you.

"You are never going to be left wanting again, beautiful. I won't let it happen," he breathes out, his lips moving against yours before they swallow you whole again.

Your tongues tangle and you kiss him back despite how your lungs burn and your body tenses, pulled taut like the strings of an instrument that he has spent years mastering and he's performing a fucking symphony right now. To a crowd that only consists of you.

"You deserve to be pleasured. Treasured. Fucking revered," he growls through grit teeth, picking up the pace with his strokes as his hands works into your hair, cradling you with care like the prize he obviously thinks that you are.

"Katsuki," you gasp, a frantic energy swelling inside of you as the song he's crafting swells to a triumphant crescendo. "I-I'm gonna cum."

"Yes you are. You're going to cum all over my fucking cock. Like you should've been doing all this time. You are mine now. No one elses," he pants, sweat dripping from his face onto your breasts to glide down your torso. "I finally have you and I'm not letting you go. I've got you, gorgeous. Cum for me."

You hear his words, but they're drowned out by the sound of someone screaming. Of you, screaming. Howling with unrestrained need as the dam bursts and you break for him, gushing around his thick cock as it keeps on plunging in and out, nearly driving you mad.

"Katsuki!" You cry, literally, as tears prick your eyes, a warm wetness sliding over your cheeks when your eyes squeeze shut and you cling tighter to him, digging your nails into the fibers of his muscles.

"Fuck," he groans, a guttural noise echoing around your living room as his hot seed spills from him and into you, making the slick mess between your thighs a practical crime sense of passion and pure need.

His hips keep moving, drawing out the sinful noises the both of you trade as your respective highs peak and gradually begin to fade away, leaving you a weak, shaking mess beneath him.

"I love you," he confesses with the last of the oxygen in his lungs, his nose nuzzling against the crook of you neck as he lays his body on top of yours.

It's all encompassing. His presence. His words. His devotion. It feels like a safety blanket, bundling you up in all the things that you were searching for all along when it was right here in front of you the whole time.

"I love you too, Katsuki," you whisper the words you'd left unspoken for far too long against his temple.

He smiles against your skin. He's wrung dry after offering everything up to you, but your words renew him, giving him the strength to push up and ghost his fingertips along your cheek as his crimson eyes bore into your own.

"You will never want again. I'll take care of you from now on," he promises, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he draws you in to another kiss.

This one is slow, sweet, and tender. It's a vow that he will never break.

[linahopeeeee]

I can’t watch Danny Phantom because everytime they say my name I turn around