oh no gojo don't put on that male lace lingerie nooo don't get on your knees oh no i'm not into that stoppp oh no that's not good please don't beg for me noo noooo
warning(s): mentions of sex. not proof read. mentions of female body parts.
a/n: just a liiittle drabble, woke up thinking about this *sob* enjoy! ♡
god his silk touch...every fingertip that he brushes against your skin is like velvet. the way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, while nodding at whatever words that were just coming out of your pretty mouth.
how...how does he do it? with every nonchalant face, shrug or sigh as he links his pinkie with yours, plays with your hands under the table, squeezing your thigh in the car. it's all just second nature to him. the way he grips your waist a little tighter as a man walks by makes your head spin...the suave just oozes from him and engulfs you.
not to mention back at home too...caressing the small of your back as you guys cuddle, each touch like a shot of espresso. the very occasional squeeze and grab of your hips as he glances at the tv. Is he that oblivious to how he drives you mad? or is he completely aware? maybe that's why he does it so much.
even when he's fucking you he can't keep his hands to himself, as if literally being inside you isn't enough. squeezing your tits, caressing your ass, groping it, kissing and touching your legs with his head between your thighs. slinking a hand around your waist as he's pound-
"love?" he mumbles, snapping you out of the day dream. he's taken his attention away from the tv. cute. "hmn?" you blink at him, he's now scanning your face to see what's wrong. before he can even ask,
"why do you touch me so much?" you blurt out, not even taking a moment to think how it sounds. he raises a single brow. "not that it's a bad thing! just...it's...nice" you look around trying to find your words before meeting his gaze again. he gives a soft breath, almost a laugh. he's used to your questions now. he plants a kiss on your forehead and sighs. "i love you".
smiling at his answer, you lay your head back down on his chest and mumble in reciprocation before you both continue watching the show. his silk fingertips never once stopping their pacing on your back.
Gojo doesn’t wear this t-shirt in public often because he knew you didn’t exactly like the way that everyone - everyone - would stare at him like a hunk of meat outside (even more so than usual). Gojo wears this t-shirt quite often in private because it always ends up with him underneath you and you riding him silly- with the t-shirt on until it’s all stained.
summary: first day of class and you already knew youre screwed. how can a man be so hot?
#—;;warnings: tension, implied smut
#—;;a/n: i cant get teacher yoon out of my head so now its everyone elses problem. probably gonna write a story about this hc xx.(shoutout to my miya 4 dis lol) ~☕️masterlist
Professor!Yoongi, who was infamous for being the strict, cold teacher. The kind who gave detentions left and right. The kind who didn't take late work. The kind who took bullshit from no-one.
Professor!Yoongi, who was used to students staring, your eyes particularly having burned fiery holes into his skin however.
Professor!Yoongi, who was intruiged by you specifically. Noticed how you chewed on your nails, and tapped your pencil while thinking, and how you stared at him a little too long when you thought he wasnt looking.
Professor!Yoongi, who kept a close eye on you, which evidently caused you to quickly duck your head or avert your gaze in embarrassment every time your eyes met.
Professor!Yoongi, who would linger by your desk, feeling you tense up as he passed by, explaining the days assignment while keeping piercing eye contact with you until he passed.
Professor!Yoongi, who knew you took a liking to him, (you werent very slick.) noting your pink cheeks when the two of you caught gazes.
Professor!Yoongi, who would squeeze a hand on your shoulder, brushing a leg against yours while leaning in close when answering one of your questions.
Professor!Yoongi, who overheard you and your friend talking pretty loudly about him. "Mr. Min looks soo good in a suit. .. wonder what he’d look like without it."
Professor!Yoongi, who knew you thought you were being sneaky, but you were sat at the front of the room.. in front of his desk.
Professor!Yoongi, who passed back papers, a big red 100% written at the top. your nervous frown turned into a bright smile as he patted your back.
Professor!Yoongi, who whispered,“Good girl. I knew you could do it.” winking as he saw your face drop, stepping away.
Professor!Yoongi, who suggested you stayed after class one day, your heart noticibly dropping, as you nodded nervously.
Professor!Yoongi, who saw you try to desperately speed walk out of the classroom. “Ah ah ah.. you didnt forget, did you?”
Professor!Yoongi, who stared at you for a moment as he waited for the room to filter out, watching you squirm under his gaze. “Hmm.. now you know how it feels to be stared at like that, huh? how you make me feel every class?”
Professer!Yoongi, who watches as your face turned a bright shade of red, smiling at him nervously, sensing your discomfort. “I know you just love my suit so much, but why dont you go ahead and see whats underneath it pretty girl?” he states as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white dress shirt.
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