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vilsoo · 2 years

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CRUEL INTENTIONS⌇GETO, GOJO, NANAMI.

warnings. manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, slight sir kink.

pairings. prof!geto, prof!nanami, prof!gojo x f!reader. reader is at least 20+ and attends college.

word count. 4,100+

summary. it seems your three favorite professors all have something in common; they have an eye for you as their top student in class. but when your dirty secrets with them are suddenly exposed, you’d do anything for them just to save your precious reputation...

Lying is the most fun a girl could have without having to take off her clothes. But it’s better if you do.

It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist having your precious little ego being boosted? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.

All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.

The first man was your law professor; Gojo Satoru. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle at college and back home. Though Professor Gojo was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was rather intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.

“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin this pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”

You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way; to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.

Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure and your reputation. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor Nanami Kento, was also enticed by you.

It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Nanami’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook and bake well. Nanami’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.

“Mm… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”

Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d give him a blowjob to relieve his stress. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over, holding your leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Gojo wasn’t available, Professor Nanami it is.

A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Geto Suguru, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be more than just a fling.

You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Geto offered more than just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to spend the nights in his luxurious penthouse whenever you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for half of your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.

And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he loved with you. He mentioned to you eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down… the more you spend time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.

Sex with Professor Geto was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Gojo and Professor Nanami, Professor Geto was the man you’d see every weekend.

“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me make love with you, sweetheart. Let me taste your pussy again later.”

All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Gojo would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Nanami would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Geto would be the whole weekend and student holidays. It was all going according to plan throughout the semesters.

But it wasn’t until a staff meeting with these three took place. When Nanami found a video of you and Geto, things escalated heavily…

You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.

You see Professor Geto laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Gojo leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Nanami who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.

“You came,” you heard Geto speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?

You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.

“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Geto’s classroom until Nanami stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.

“You sure about that?” Nanami rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Geto spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face the shame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.

But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?

“Who told you to leave?” The dark-haired professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”

Professor Gojo stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Suguru. She never listens until she gets what she wants.”

Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Nanami’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.

“You didn’t think we’d find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” the blond man muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”

“Our backs,” Professor Gojo corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”

You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, playing victim in order to set things your way and save yourself. Save what you had with them so you could continue getting what you wanted. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.

“. . . What? Use you for sex?” you protested with feigned perplexity to Gojo, slipping yourself from Nanami’s grip. “You’re the nicest professors I’ve known and I’d never treat you that way. I wouldn’t treat any of you like that! I’m your top favorite students, how could you say something so awful about me like that?”

“Enough with that bullshit, Y/N. There’s video evidence of you and Geto having sex together. What do you have to say about that, hm?” Nanami says coldly.

There was a pause. In that moment, there was no way for you to victimize yourself out of this and escape the Hell you created. You imagined the video playing on Geto’s phone, feeling your stomach sink. You admitted the tragic defeat deep down, shattering your heart that you nearly teared up. It even felt so humiliating all of this had to end up this way. The rewards, the satisfaction, the excitement of three men whipped for you regardless— all of it crumbled down on you now that the truth is out.

“You wanna know what you really are?” Professor Geto suddenly spoke impassively. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”

“A manipulative, spoiled, bitch that’s only good for sex,” Gojo chided. “I bet that’s what you thought of us as this whole time. Just your little boy toys good for sex.”

Professor Geto clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done. Lying and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”

You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. This doesn’t mean you look weak before them. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save you. Not the relationships at all— just you and your reputation. You knew the men long enougha and assessed their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension in the classroom between one another, rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Geto kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Nanami right next to you.

Your expression turned nonchalant, completely tossing away your innocent, fragile façade and narrowing your eyes at the three gentlemen. If you could poke on Geto’s soft spot for you, maybe the attention could divert from you to the others in jealousy. He was in love. He would do anything for you. You can see the man so deeply hurt inside it seemed pathetic. At such vulnerability, it would be fun to trivialize all of their feelings. Make this about them, not you. Shift the blame on them as a taboo for having sex with a college student, and not on you for being a “whore” as they say.

“Fine,” you spoke impassively. “I admit that was our video, sure. Feel whatever you wanna feel about me. But overreacting and going out y’alls way to expose me? After what I’ve done to keep all of you gentlemen happy?”

Completely neglect how upset they are. Only you should be the upset one.

Your gaze suddenly settles softly into Geto’s eyes like you were hypnotizing him. “If we’re talking about lying, you can’t deny that you wanted what we had to be more than just a fling. And now you’re gonna shame me in front of your friends? I don’t think you should feel that way after you told me you loved me, Suguru.”

There was a pause. Professor Geto felt his heart stutter when you sauntered to him with doe eyes and a coy façade. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. He hated the way you’re playing coy. He hated how you left him ashamed. He hated that he couldn’t resist how adorable you looked in front of him it pissed him off.

“You— you said you love her?” Gojo suddenly sputtered as he glared at Geto, repulsed.

“Such bullshit,” Nanami interrupted bitterly. “When we found that video, all of us started putting the pieces together. It really ruined my fucking day that a student I have a personal relationship with is also having… other personal relationships with my coworkers. Making her feel good every other day when it should only be me.”

“Oh, really now?” The frost-haired professor retorted in defense. “You’re fucking the same girl as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”

“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Nanami hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”

“So do you, Kento. You’re nothing special to her either and we just argued about this before she came. Now, Suguru. You better not fucking tell me you’re in love with this student right now.”

“No, she— she’s right…” Geto mumbled, his mind overstimulated between anger and infatuation.“I’ve had a special connection with her outside of school. We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”

“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Nanami. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”

“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you back anyways?” Gojo gibed.

The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Gojo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.

“Guys, guys…” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought y’all were all good friends, why argue? There are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”

After the room fell silent, Gojo gave a look that read, you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? Nanami and Geto glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Gojo can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your skin sending a gut feeling in his stomach.

Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. They were whipped for you, regardless. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.

“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “It’s better to take your frustrations out on me like you guys always do. You can do whatever you want.”

Professor Gojo slanted his head, glancing at Nanami and Geto, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”

“Whatever. You. Want.”

Professor Geto cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “We’ll make a deal. If you don’t want us to expose you and ruin your reputation here, you better show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”

“You truly are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Nanami, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.

This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.

In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Nanami sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”

You can feel Gojo’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Nanami’s cock as he fingered you while Geto jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about— to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.

“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Gojo held your chin when Nanami slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.

“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Geto ordered as his cock was already coated with precum rubbed on your face.

“Yes. Yes sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.

Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Gojo’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Geto grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.

“Get her on the desk,” said Nanami.

The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Geto ripping open your top from his impatience and Gojo shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.

“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Geto teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.

“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

Gojo spanks your ass from beneath. “We know, baby, we know. Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Suguru and Kento see how well you take me.”

You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.

Gojo held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Gojo forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Geto dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Nanami stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.

“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Geto as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in my fucking pussy. Take everything.”

Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Gojo’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different positions.

Soon you were bent over the desk, Nanami fucking you while you sucked off Gojo. Then you were on top of Geto on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Gojo and Nanami. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.

You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”

And just like that you were left alone in the classroom with your body laid on the desk; draped in their cum.

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sadderdaazee · 5 months

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literature professor nanami has always hated overworking. always hated staying off the clock to mark papers. hated reading boring essays containing same boring memorized lines from the same boring books and same boring extracts.

but lately, marking has been fun. with your papers littered by his side, his cock in his hand as he strokes to the way you describe your affection for literature, the passion you imbue within your words brooks within his nerves heating his cock vigorously.

but he’d be too much of a pervert to admit that. to admit how his eyes stencil around every move you make in class, furtively wanting to see how sensitive that skin could get of yours. he wouldn’t admit how every word from your succulent lips pull his cock in a trance. or the way you write being his only material to ejaculate to while working overtime.

too much of a pervert to admit how fucking badly he wants to peel those fucking dresses you wear to classes to reveal just how bare you can get for him.

his thumb teases his angry tip thats furiously reddening at every thought you draw into his mind.

he wouldn’t mind begging for you. barking for you— but only if the walls of his profession and desires didn’t pull his mind taut of lust, he’d be bending you over this fucking table and plunging his big fat cock till his seed is washing into your uterus and spilling into your ovaries.

would be spanking that ass he’s been lusting over ever since you’ve been assigned to his classes. would be fingering you till all of his fingers could fit in your body, and feel just how loose you can get for him.

“fuck [name] what’re you doin’ t’me,” he moans, throwing his head back as his breathing adopts the pace of his heart.

fuck, and as his high warns him, he forgets how your papers are still laid out on his desk. just before the ropes of his cum shoot, he’s turning away, to the door that’s closed to release—

only to find you standing by the door.

hands buried in your panties, books held by your chest, bag loosely falling from your shoulder, head thrown back till the back of your head is pressing against the mahogany of the door.

he should be embarrassed. but God, would he be lying if he was. if shooting his cum at the sight of you wasn’t the most pleasurable things he’s done in a while. if watching his cum spill on the floor and watch the way you reach your own orgasm at the sight wasn’t the best thing his eyes have seen.

and maybe tonight, overworking might’ve just been the best blessing he’s received today.

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written for: @arminsfavoritepookie

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missfunkyhotmess · 1 year

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A good slave

Nanami Kento x female reader

Tags: SMUT, oneshot, professor au, sub!reader, dom!nanami, subdom dynamic, unprotected sex, dry humping, rough sex, sight use of degrading terms, power dynamic, vaginal sex, u protected penetration.

Word count: 2821

Minors DO NOT interact

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Even though you are well aware of the fact that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing at the moment to get his attention, but you couldn't find any better way than this.

You know very well that if you kept failing your tests on purpose, it'll only make him more angry than actually giving you attention. But you longed for his attention so much that you were willing to go this far. You didn't care about the other subjects as you were doing pretty well in those, but when it came to his subject, you were purposefully failing all of them.

Of course because of the needy little attention whore you are, you'd love the slightest or the faintest amount of attention he'd give you when he scolds you in his raspy taming voice in front of the whole class. Even though you're supposed to be feeling embarrassed, you couldn't ignore the burning sensation building up in between your thighs.

You fantasised about getting even just a little of his attention directed only towards you. Since he's your professor of course he needs to give every student equal attention. But you craved for more.

And what did you do for that, fail all his tests on purpose. Nanami was definitely quick enough to catch onto this absurd scheme of yours. That's primarily what you awaited for. He calls you to his office only to give you a bit of attention and send you back on your merry way.

But when you got to his office, this wasn't what was going on and you could tell he wasn't just gonna warn you a bit and send you back, rather there was more to it. And the pent up tension in the air around this gated office room, made you sure of that.

Shoes clicking against the tiled floor after you hear the faintest click of his door, as he makes his way towards you, sitting on the chair facing his wooden desk. He plops down on the leather chair with a sigh slipping past his lips as he brings his chair closer to the table.

Plopping his elbows on the table resting his chin on the back of his palms, he stares directly at you, taking you by surprise even though you were aware of it. He takes a solid few seconds to stare at your startled face before speaking in his usual husky tone of a voice.

"Now tell me what's going on here?"

"About.....what?"

The daggers he throws at you made you realise you fucked up. You knew your professor, Nanami, wasn't the type to take bullshit of attitudes as your reply to him but you still went and did exactly that.

Yes you wanted his full attention, his cock in your pussy, his marks all over your body, but that didn't include making him angry on purpose even though a part you you eagerly wanted to know how that side of him would be.

Taking out your test papers from a drawer on his desk he throws them on to the table for you to see. And you gaze towards it in fear of how to response. Is there even anything left for you to response about at this point?

Both of you are aware of the things he's insinuating towards so without tensing up the situation more than it already is you decide to be frank with your professor.

"S- sorry sir. This won't hap-"

"You're failing them on purpose, aren't you?"

His words hit hard like a knife being dug into your skin. You knew he'd figure out sooner or later, then why are you surprised. Is it because he's actually playing your cards against you?

"No, sir, I- I would not do such things."

"Then tell me, why is it that all your other subjects have flying colours but you're failing only my subject?"

"I- I was uh was um-"

"You know very well there's no point in trying don't you? Just be frank with me."

You didn't dare tell your professor that you're failing them just to get even a dint of his attention. But now there's nothing you can do. You're trapped in here until you tell him exactly what he wants to hear, the truth, or you might never even get to see his face in class.

"Y- yes sir, I failed them on pu- purpose."

"Now, why is that? Even though I might have my own assumptions about it, I want to know what's your reasoning behind it is."

"I- I.....it was a dare, sir."

"Lies." He chuckles. "There's no point in lying cause you know both of us already know the answer. So just tell me the truth."

Heart hammering against your chest as you try to calm the unbearable feeling inside your chest and between your thighs just to be able to reply to him. How pathetic of you to get aroused just by him being a little rough towards you.

Yes you've fantasised about being alone with him, touched yourself thinking about him, even today when he summoned you to this office, a part of you got overwhelmed with emotions knowing you'd get to have his attention all directed towards you only.

But you weren't prepare for him to know exactly the cards you were dealing and using them against you. And you know there's no point in lying, so you just spill the beans.

"Fo- for attention, sir."

"Who's attention?"

"Y- your sir."

Eyes flickering back to your thighs as you try hard no to make eye contact with him. But the stares he's throwing at you makes it impossible for you to do practically anything.

"No one taught you to look at your seniors while speaking?"

You shake your heads left and right as a negative que and slowly turn to face him. Cheeks heated with red dust flushed across as his stares bore deep inside you.

"I- I'm sorry sir. I'll make sure not to fail them again."

"Are you though? Your actions speak otherwise."

Gripping tightly on your skirt as you watch him intently, leaning back against the chair tugging his tie loose from all the exhaustion while he continues to stare at you. Gulping in the desires you immediately shift your gaze from him only to have him raise his voice to tell you to face him.

"If you're so sorry then, show it to me."

"Sorry?"

You ask not having the slightest idea of what he's insinuating while he unbuttons his shirt and spreading his legs as a que for you to understand. And thats when it hits you. You stare at him flushed red.

Of course you fantasised about him throwing you on his wooden desk slamming his fat cock into your tight little pussy while pining you against the desk railing you like a complete beast. Yes you touched yourself thinking about all these things but now that it's actually happening, you're at a loss of words and your body at a complete freeze.

"Come here."

He taps on his thighs, indicating you to follow through as you get up and make your way towards him, stopping in between his thighs. His hands smooth across your bare thighs below your skirt level, softly tracing it to your inner thighs, making you flinch.

"This is what you want, don't you?" He asks palming at his dick in the confines of his pants when you look down at his crotch only to gulp in fear and excitement. Thinking about what he looks like down there, what his size and shape is down there you stare in awe and completely zoned out when his chuckle brings you back to sense.

"So desperate. Are you getting wet just from looking at my dick?"

He states, bringing his hand to your inner thighs while tracing its way slowly towards your clothed sex. A whimper leaves you mouth when he rubs against your clothed clit that was starting to get filthy wet by every stroke of his finger against it.

Your eyes screw shut to the sensation down below as your thighs try to shut close trembling a little but he makes sure to spread you legs apart whilst rubbing against your greedy cunt.

"Here. Sit here."

He taps on his thigh as you slowly bring yourself on his thigh sitting down when a shock of pleasure makes you shiver a little the second you clit comes in contact with his thigh. Nanami picks it up as he grabs on your ass and rolls your hips on his thigh earning a moan from you.

"Hump on me. If you manage not to cum until I tell you to, maybe I'll consider rewarding you."

Eyes glossy radiating lust as you nod your head uncontrollably to his words and start dry humping yourself against his muscular thighs. His hands rest on the arm rest as he relaxes himself and looks at you desperately humping on his thigh wanting to feel the pleasure and cum soon, but holding back for his reward.

"Look at you humping like a bitch in heat. You want my cock that bad?"

"Y- yes, sir, please."

"Then you gotta work for it. Go on."

The eagerness and desperation piling up inside you as you start humping a little faster than before trying to feel the pleasure of at least being able to touch him. Hands on his shoulders as they grip tightly trying to latch onto something, anything as the pressure in your stomach keeps building up with every stroke.

His cologne bores into you as your head plops down on his shoulder even though you aren't sure if he'll like you being this comfortable and feeling pleasure at the same time. But miraculously enough he doesn't say anything.

But what's mesmerising is how his cock starts bulging in his pants slightly which you notice and subconsciously your hands make their way to his crotch but a slap on your wrist makes you back of when you realise this isn't your fantasy world.

Its real and actually happening.

"Dont get too greedy. Be happy I even gave you this much. Otherwise you won't get what your working so hard for."

"Y- yes sir."

Voice quivering as you feel your orgam rolling closer and closer but you hold yourself back with trembling legs and shivering body which he notices and to make it even worse he slowly traces his hands on your back beneath your top inside.

"Tell me. Did you touch yourself while thinking about me hm?"

"Yes s- sir."

"Such a filthy little creature you are. Having nasty thoughts and deeds over a professor."

The seriousness and dominance in his voice makes you feel tiny and helpless while you continue to hump on his thigh overstimulating yourself. Slight tears forming in your eyes as you sniffle a bit.

And not long after, your professor picks you up by the ass and slams you down on the table as your back hits hard on the wooden rough surface. Flipping you over, he puts your skirt over your hip as you hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

Soon you feel his complete hard cock rubbing against you ass. He grinds a few times against your ass before he slams his fact cock into your tight pussy burning the inside wholly. You feel as his cock stretch the inside of your pussy so much so that it becomes hard for you to support yourself.

His cock is so much better than what you originally fantasised about and his hip work is so much better than those in your mindless fantasies. Hip slamming roughly inside your tight cunny increasing both the pain and pleasure inside your aching walls.

Hand grabbing your neck, pinning you down onto the desk. Muffled cries, groans and chains of curses were all that were being heard in this confined place as your professor keeps fucking you over the edge. Body still sensitive from the edging as waves of pleasure rolls over your body with every single thrust.

"You know what we're doing is wrong, don't you? But you're still taking my cock in so eagerly." He scoffs while his rough hands grab tightly onto your loose hair forming a slight stinging sensation on your scalp pulling your head back but not all the way.

"I doubt you failed all of your test just for a cramp of my attention. Its my dick that you originally wanted didn't you?"

You try to form a full sentence but it was that much hard to do so as you feel his cock split you in half with every single time his crotch aligns with your hip. Every thrust from his cock in your pussy kept uncoiling the knot in your stomach bringing you closer to you oragsm.

And thats when you feel a strong tug on your hair pulling you all the way to his chest as he growls in your ear making your supporting knees give out but he holds you in place.

"Speak up. Didn't I ask you something?Tell me what is it that you actually wanted?"

"Y- your cock sir. Your fat cock in my throbbing pussy si- angh."

"Tch. What a dirty slut you are spreading you legs to your professor just like that."

Whimpers were all that made way past your pursed lips as you tried hard to hold you voice down. It is currently school time and the campus is swarmed with students and teacher but here you are, a dirty little attention whore, fucking your professor.

You felt the pressure in your stomach grow as the tip touches your cervix perfectly with every rough thrust being thrust inside your greedy cunny. And you clamping down on him made him realise so.

"Sir- pl- please, sir. I wanna cum. Can I cum?"

A strong sting forms on your ass cheek to your words as you realise thats him slapping hard against your soft butt cheeks. An angry growl from him made you scared to the bones thinking what might happen now when he speaks.

"Can you cum what?" It took you a minute to understand but you catch onto quick.

"Can I cum please, sir?"

"Now that's a good girl. Yes you can cum now."

Just by his words your pussy gushes out cumming all over his dick when he doesn't even stop to let you cum rather thrusts more into you but sloppily. That's when you realise he's close as you clamp down on him.

"You've been a good girl listening to everything I said. So here's your reward."

And you feel him release his thick hot milk inside your walls painting your inside white and he keeps thrusting until he's milked his cock dry of cum inside your unprotected pussy. The warm feeling of him shooting his cum inside your pussy fills you up as you both pant for air letting go of the exhaustion.

He pulls away and puts his pants back on as you do the same after having him help you down from the desk cause of how much your body was exhausted and how shaky your legs were. Tapping on your skirt once last time you turn to face him as he speaks.

"Dont fail your tests cause I won't take that bullshit anymore and will have authority change your professor instead if you do so."

You keep your eyes down to the ground both from respect and also the overwhelming feeling piling inside your stomach to the thought that you actually got to get your professor dick burried balls deep inside your pussy. You only nod in reply.

"And also focus on class, and if you have any questions, come see me at my office." Your gaze immediately shoots to meet his fierce eyes as you can see through his gaze exactly what he means when you again nod in reply.

And before you could walk away from the desk and out the door fixing your clothes properly, he walks up in front of you and stops you before leaning down onto your ears only to whisper.

"But after hours, of course."

And sends you on your merry way as you sink in the feeling and thoughts of what just happened now with a flustered smile plastered across your face.

But what you failed to notice was the smirk that creeped up on his face as well as he thought to himself about how he'd like to fuck you again another time. Cause he couldn't deny he loved the way your dirty pussy clenched around his fat cock without any hesitation, without any shame.

He just loved the shamelessness of your attitude when you let him do anything with you like his little slave. And he thought to himself once last thing.

You'd make a good slave.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #smutt #oneshot #nanami kento smut #nanami kento supremacy #professor au #dom sub dynamics #sub!reader #dom!nanami #jjk anime #jjk manga #nanami kento x female reader

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bunnyywritings · 2 days

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birthday special event !!

okay ! so, i wanted to do a fun little thing for my upcoming birthday (may 22nd) and i've been wanting to practice writing smut SO i came up with a onlyfans/pornstar!au with multiple characters (it's lowkey super self indulgent cause i love these characters sm)

it'll be throughout that week of may 19th-25th and here are the planned characters and their "videos"

sunday: nanami kento - lazy morning/soft sex monday: roy mustang - soft bdsm/he let's you think you have power tuesday: suguru geto - "caught" masterbating/guided masturbation wednesday: akira tendo - head while he plays video games/kinda voyer thursday: stein - (i'm not even sorry for this one) college prof. stein/shy straight A student friday: loid forger - i can't decide between "babysitter" reader or like forbidden co-workers or sumth saturday: toji fushiguro - i have no fucking clue

so i'm still in the process of writing but any and all comments or suggestions about the like theme of each "video" is welcome (please please please i need feedback) i'm excited for this and hopefully ya'll will be too

feedback here (or if you want to be added to the taglist) !!

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candy69gurl · 2 months

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Professor Nanami, a respected educator, is torn between his duties and unexpected desires when he discovers his student, (Y/N), in a forbidden setting-a club. The institute strictly prohibits such activities, complicating their already forbidden connection

(I ASSUMED NANAMI IS A MARRIED MAN WITH KIDS TO MAKE IT MORE TABOO KIND OFF) (Slight mature, Alcohol use, fem reader, age difference, sexual themes) [It has two parts. The first one contains the plot and scenario and the second one has the smut] part 1

~Enjoyy~

DRIVE ME HOME~

PART 2

You: Well, I can feel it, what I did to you.

Nanami: Well, I, you, Hey!

He feels a bit flustered now your eyes are still locked on him, and he still can't believe you kissed him before. You are making him feel so different since you were just a student to him before.

You: You don't have to think too much when I let you do whatever you want with me.

Nanami: Uh, huh? Well, I really cannot control myself anymore.

He suddenly grabs you around the waist and places you next to him while he gets on top of you, unbuttoning his shirt.

You: N-?

He put one of his fingers on your lips.

Nanami: Sorry.

He leans in to kiss your neck while he starts to take off your clothes.

You take time to process everything, but you trust him, so you let him do anything for you.

He licks your neck to your chest as he nibbles on your collarbone.

You moan softly, wrapping your legs around him. He bites his lower lip.

Nanami: How does it feel to get teased?

He gives an innocent smirk as he palms his cock.

Nanami: I cannot control myself anymore.

He unzips himself, freeing his hardened cock. Pre-cum was oozing out already. He gulps. His Adam's apple moved slightly. He was trying so hard to keep himself cool, but you made him so horny.

You feel dizzy. The urge to pee is making your head ache. Your hand moves up to undress yourself. Though you are doing this under the effects of alcohol, deep down you want this.

Nanami stops you from undressing yourself.

Nanami: You sure you want this?

You nod desperately. You want him to take you so badly.

He feels himself getting weaker since your legs are wrapped around him tightly and your glossy, slightly teary eyes are encouraging him to fuck the shit out of you.

You: Please, please.

You could see how weak he looks right now, continuously but slowly palming his cock against your stomach.

Nanami is not touching you right now, but you lean in and kiss his neck softly. You want to make him lose all of his control, like you have already done before. You want to make him feel weak when he has been so strict and stern before.

You could no longer take it. Your core wants him. You want him inside you. You need more friction between your legs. You start mewling and moving against him as if begging him to make further moves against you.

Your grinding makes him grunt in sudden excitement. He is already hard and big, but as your thighs were rubbing on his body, he felt the urge to put it inside you.

Nanami: You are inviting me to invade you. Do you really want it?

You: I ne-ed you.

The desperateness in your voice makes him mutter "shit" under his breath.

Nanami: Can you take me?

You bite your lip, spreading your legs more.

Nanami finally pushes your dress up, indicating that you should open it. You take it off instantly.

He tugs on your bras, and with one forceful pull, he removes them. You gasp as your nipples feel the cold air around them.

You: Na-nam-

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you speak. You are so excited and wet at this moment that you don't want to speak anymore.

You just want to feel him.

Nanami kisses your bare chest and twirls his tongue around your nipples while his hands travel down to your core.

His hands stop for a while to massage your stomach while his mouth is latched on your tits. His eyes never leave your face. He hollows his cheeks as he starts sucking on them.

You whimper upon receiving his attention on your breasts.

His hands travel down and inside your undies; he smirks against your breasts, feeling your wetness.

He opens your slick folds with these cold fingers and rubs your clitoral area sensually. His two fingers rub the side of your clitoral area and occasionally press them to get a reaction out of you.

You moan, and your breath becomes shaky as he touches your intimate area. You want more of him.

He massages your entrance before putting one of his fingers in.

Your soft moans and gentle whimpers are making him desperate to be inside you.

He puts another finger into stretching your walls. His golden hair rubs against your chest. His mouth leaves your nipples with a lewd sound.

You are about to moan when he puts his hand on your cheek and inserts two fingers inside your mouth. His fingers press on your tongue, making you clench around his fingers.

Nanami: You are so tight, I wonder if you are a virgin.

Your voice barely comes out of your throat as you feel yourself reaching your climax.

He suddenly stops. Everything stops. Even his breathing. You open your eyes, which were about to close on your orgasm. You look at him, confused.

Nanami: Tell me if it hurts, okay?

He is already braced within your legs; he positions himself to enter you.

Nanami: I will be slow.

He inserts his tip.

Nanami: F-fuck. You are so tight.

Nanami bends down to kiss your neck while he is entering you inch by inch. Slow and gentle.

You grit your teeth. You feel yourself tearing at the stretch.

You: B-big.

Nanami holds the back of your head, keeping your head firm, while his other hand massages your clitoral area.

Nanami: Does it hurt?

You: N-no.. Not too much

He starts moving inside you slowly, making sure not to hurt you. Your hands are tightly wrapped around Nanami.

You fear losing him. You feel safe with him. You feel good with him inside you.

Nanami: You are so good. So warm and tight. I don-

His pace pacifies.

Nanami: I don't think I can last long.

His voice is shaky. He could no longer control his hips. He hammers inside you, and your cervix kisses his tip.

He is about to release.

Nanami: I am going to

Your moans fill his ears. You want to release it as well. Your hands travel through his hair, gripping it tightly. His hot breath touches your earlobe, making you shiver.

You: Gunna

Nanami is able to make out your words, even though they are barely recognizable. He kisses your earlobe.

Your hands and legs start to loosen around him, and as soon as they loosen, Nanami pulls himself up and takes your legs, placing them over his shoulders.

He thrusts into you, this time faster and deeper. His free hands squeeze your breasts, and his thumbs circle your nipples.

You: I cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm..

You scream in pleasure as your headache intensifies and drool drips down your chin. Your body shakes as orgasm hits you hard.

Nanami slows down, but he hisses at your clenching walls, squeezing his dick.

As your orgasm dies down, he takes your hands and puts them above your head while his other hand starts choking you gently.

Your legs start wrapping around him again tightly.

Nanami: I am... g-going to ..

Nanami is not able to control himself anymore. His hips automatically slam into yours. He does not even have the ability to pull out and release. Your legs are already wrapped tightly around him.

He is about to cum inside you.

He rams into you hard and fast. His thrusts get sloppier.

You feel yourself reaching another orgasm.

Nanami: This is it.

Nanami thrusts for the last time, spilling his seed inside you. You hit another orgasm; this time the orgasm is heavenly; you feel like you are on clouds; everything is white around you.

After a while, he pulls out. His cum dripping onto his car's seat.

Nanami: I am sorry.

You are too tired to even hear him apologize. Your eyes shut, and you slowly drift into sleep.

Nanami does not move. His face was still red, and he couldn't believe what just happened.

He looks at you, and guilt creeps into his heart. He did that to you when you were drunk.

Your peaceful, innocent sleeping face is making him melt; it is making him fall for you...more and more.

He caresses your face for a bit longer, and he feels you are even prettier now than ever.

He closes his eyes for a bit and then feels himself getting tired too. Your body still felt so warm and close to him, and this whole thing just made him feel too much for him to handle right now. He sighs and sits next to him, fixing his clothes, and he covers your body with his jacket, which was lying on the driver seat. He starts to fall asleep. He gently pushes your head over his shoulder, hoping that will make you feel comfortable.

His face resembles a satisfied smile. He is happy. He is happy that you both made love with each other.

TIMESKIPS

The morning light is starting to appear now, and you are starting to wake up a bit as well. Nanami's smell creeps through your nostrils. His body is next to you, still so warm and comfy.

Nanami opens his eyes at your movement. He is still half asleep, and on seeing your face, he starts to remember what happened last night.

SUDDENLY, YOU BOTH FEEL SOMETHING WET UNDERNEATH.

You both look down.

You think to yourself: Oh sh*t, I peed.

Nanami's eyes are wide now, and he sits up as fast as he can.

Nanami: Oh, god.

You: I AM SORRYYYYY NANAMI SIRRRRRRRR

Everything comes crashing down to you.

flashbacks..

Club, alcohol, and Nanami inside you.

#jujutsu nanami #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #kento smut #jjk kento #jjk #kento x reader #kento nanami #kento x y/n #student x professor #student x teacher #teacher x student #candystories

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lunatic4toji · 9 months

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like this if u would read a professor!nanami fic i’m thinking of starting thanks love u bye

#jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #professor!nanami #jujutsu kaisen

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delirious-donna · 11 months

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Take the above as a lil gift for my lack of content, I’ve reworked more than half of the professor nanami story so far but my creative battery has been flat after work these past few days…

#delirious speaks #professor nanami lives in my brain #nanami smut #nanami x reader #still looking for a title though…#tw teacher/student

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sugume · 3 months

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r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen

More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited

Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru

PART 2

r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him. Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.”

r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo

Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.

r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna

“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”

r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru

“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.

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tonycries · 1 month

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Men In Uniform F*ck Better!

Synopsis. You want him and you want him now. It doesn’t matter if you have to fúck him in his uniform - in fact, it just might make it better.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] professor! Gojo x Reader, yakuza boss! Sukuna x Reader, calligrapher! Geto x Reader, baker! Nanami x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, no curses! AU, oral (male + female receiving), men at work, manhandling, marking, slight gúnplay, degradation, smacking, choking, Sukuna is mean but he’s a yakuza boss so, spitting, semi-public, brat-taming, bunch of heinous stuff idek, cúmplay, slight foodplay, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.6k

A/N. Was gonna add Choso and Toji but this got too long, dw I’ll make separate ones about them later <3

♡ NANAMI KENTO - The baker

Watching Nanami Kento at work could make even the most ardent non-believers worship God.

Kneading. Spreading. Every motion of his strong hands deliberate and purposeful. Muscles rippling in his forearms with each movement.

You watch - almost hypnotized - as the devilishly handsome baker at your favorite bakery prepares his dough for tomorrow. By God were you glad you managed to bat your lashes just enough to convince him to let you stay after closing - for educational purposes, of course.

Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily as long fingers sink deep into the dough, squeezing. Pulling. Teasing. A delicate bead of sweat trickling down between his furrowed brows and disappearing enticingly between those chiseled collarbones. Oh, how you wished it was you under his hands instead.

“How long’s it gonna take? I see the way you’re watching me, y’know.”

A low rumble breaks the silence, sending tremors down your spine - all the way to your already-heated cunt. Eyes snapping up to meet Nanami’s darkened ones, your face burns at being caught red-handed. Stammering out excuses, “W-wha- I didn’t-”

Soft dough now forgotten, he steps closer, presence overwhelming, dominating the space around you. “Always do. Watching me with such slutty eyes.” Low words that make your pussy throb. You’re dumbfounded by his eyes, intense and stripping - making you feel so exposed and vulnerable before him.

In the dimly lit kitchen, the tension is palpable. You can’t help but lean into his presence, standing toe-to-toe with his muscled front.

With a slight smirk curling his lips, Nanami leans in, his breath warm against your ear and making you shudder in anticipation. “But don’t worry, darling. I like it.”

They’re the last words said before he pulls you into a searing kiss, a hand tight around your neck, neat fingernails digging into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his tongue demands entry, intertwining with yours. It’s possessive, it’s feral - and tastes oh so very sweet - just like his delicate pastries.

Nanami breathes you in like a man starved. A desperation that carries into your frantic fingers untying that godforsaken apron.

And in his steady hands as they lift you up as if you weigh nothing, fingers groping and kneading your ass as he seats you on the kitchen counter. The surface cold under where your skirt was messily bunched up. “Mm- hngh- please, Nanami.”

Pulling away with a final bite to your lower lip, he leaves a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down your body that send chills racing through you, and have your thighs rubbing together for an ounce of friction.

“Tch” Of course, he wasn’t a fan. Grip bruising, manhandling your legs open so shamefully, he splays you out deliciously for him. Nanami’s greedy gaze devours the sinful way your dripping cunt leaks through your thin panties - ones you wore especially for him.

Seems he knew too, pushing his glasses up contemplatively before dropping onto his knees with a fucked out oh. “Always knew you were naughty, darling, but to be such a slut? Driving me crazy, hm?” his voice thick with desire and whispered mere millimeters away from your swollen folds.

Moaning softly, you arch your back into the warm breath hitting your quivering cunt, whining out an embarrassed “Noo- only for you, Nanami.”

“Oh yeah?” Huffing out a dark chuckle, he all but rips off your soaked panties. The tattered fabric stark against the sterile floor. You gasp at the cold air that hits your heated cunt - but not for long, because Nanami’s hot mouth is on it like a man dying of thirst.

Nose-deep in your pussy, the cold metal of his glasses makes you flinch in sensitivity. His hands spread your cunt bruisingly, letting his tongue bully it’s way past your folds, urgently lapping at your juices as if you were the sweetest damn thing he’s ever tasted.

Chin hitting your cunt, nose rubbing against your pulsing clit, he makes out with your sloppy pussy in methodical, merciless movements of his tongue that have you keening and bucking your hips for more more more.

Looking up at you over his glasses, his hungry gaze devours your half-lidded eyes, the grip searing on his hair, and the whimpers of his name leaving your swollen lips just as greedily as the mouth on your slutty cunt.

“Wanted this right, darling?” he murmurs, lips hot against your own. Vibrations making slick bead out of your cunt and pool onto his waiting lips. “Wanted to break under my hands?”

“Yes. Yes, yes yes, s’all I’ve wanted.” teary whimpers leave your bruised lips, you craved the sting of his hands, the burn of his fingers. Your hips buck uncontrollably, grinding yourself against his mouth as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Hands now groping every inch of skin he could find, leaving pretty purple marks that remind you of his mouth-watering pies.

Exploring every curve and valley, bending you to his will, languid where his tongue was merciless. Savoring you. Groping your breasts, squeezing your ass, as if he wanted everything all at once.

Your entire body was sore now. Cunt throbbing in sympathy with the tender flesh. Marks littering your skin as if you’d been thrown to the wolves. Ah, all these weeks you’d been right - heaven really was in Nanami Kento’s hands. And right now you were putty in them.

He grasped your thighs, squeezing them roughly and lifting them higher, opening you wider for his unforgiving pace. Clearly enjoying the way your face contorted in pain and pleasure, Kento slipped a finger inside you. One. Then two. Stretching you to your limits. Spreading open your already-stretched entrance further.

His fingers frantic now, fucked-out, jerky movements. Wilder. Animalistic. Driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Open your mouth.”

You listen - drunk on his tongue as yours lolls out so lewdly. The taste hits you before the realization - sweet sugar and the taste of you on your tongue as two thick fingers are shoved into your mouth. They reach the back of your throat, pressing hard onto your tongue. You force yourself to fight off the gagging as some animalistic part of you sucks desperately on them for the sweet, sweet taste.

“Almost as sweet as you.” Nanami groans, words muffled into your cunt and sending white-hot pleasure racing up your spine. Words hanging in the air, he speeds up the movements of his mouth, frantic movements matching your need for more.

Your climax hits you with a jolt, cumming till you see stars behind your eyes. Maybe it was his words, maybe it was the way his tongue quirked just right on your throbbing clit to make you throw your head back as you fell apart underneath him.

“Hngh- Oh fuck, Nanami. M’cum- cumming!” you whine, grinding your cunt down impossibly harder on his pretty face. Fingers tangled in his silky blond locks as you force him deeper, riding out your high greedily.

You’re still dazed - vision blurry as Nanami pulls away from your cunt with a lewd squelch! getting up from his position kneeling on the floor. “So delicious on m’tongue, darling.”

Devastatingly handsome face flushed, breaths ragged, muscled front now pressing against your sinfully spread legs. And in your orgasm-hazed mind you still manage to hear the arousing clink of a belt unbuckling, and the metallic screech against marble of the nearby bowl of your favorite frosting being pulled closer. White - to match the precum dribbling down his leaking cock.

The distinct feeling of something wet and achingly hard against your needy cunt.

Oh. Ah, it really was a sweet, sweet life.

♡ GETO SUGURU - The calligrapher

You didn’t exactly think the live calligraphy show your friend dragged you to was about to have you on the edge of your seat.

But here you were.

Eyes locked on the way the tall figure onstage, clad in a dark yukata - sinfully slipping off to reveal a milky, toned shoulder. Geto Suguru exudes an air of raw sexuality that the entire audience was aware of, eyes not being able to decide between the masterpiece on the canvas or the masterpiece of a man on stage.

His fingers, long and agile, effortlessly over the bamboo pen. Each stroke a sensual caress, dark eyes pools of desire that match his long, flowing locks, and the inky characters on the page.

Chest heaving with passion, with a final, dramatic sweep of his arm, Geto completes the last stroke. And as the audience erupts into applause, you merely stay rooted to your seat, thighs pressing together and breath caught in your throat - only one thought ringing in your mind.

You just had to have him.

Which is why you found yourself following your friend to the chaotic atmosphere backstage. But despite the buzz of activity, you could still hear Geto’s deep, velvety voice carrying through the crowd.

Pushing through the sea of people, “Ah! Long time no see, Geto-san. This is my friend, she really enjoyed your performance tonight,” your friend introduced, gesturing towards you.

Eyes gleaming he turns to you, “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I enjoyed it very much.” you grin, batting your lashes. Relishing in the way Geto’s dark eyes appraise you from head to toe. Taking in every inch of you - and you do the same.

Geto’s eyes harden, as if deciding on something. “I’m flattered. Why don’t you two lovely ladies join me for some drinks with the crew?”

Yeah, you had to have him - you just didn’t think that would be so easy.

Walls lined with paintings, the scent of ink and sin hung heavy in the air, as you two snuck away from the animated group downing celebratory shots. Geto’s hand hot in yours as he leads you down a dimly-lit corridor to “his favorite lil’ spot”, as he’d whispered to you.

You could tell you were getting closer - because Geto promptly pulls you closer, hands grasping your waist possessively.

“No turning back now, pretty girl.” he whispers, breath hot against your ear.

“S’all I want, Suguru.” you mutter, desire coursing through you like a wildfire, pooling into something sticky and hot at your cunt.

Perhaps seeing the pure, feral need in your eyes, Suguru murmurs, leaving no room for disagreement now, “Follow me.”

The room he led you to was heady with seductive candles, beautiful artwork lining the walls. His own - you assume, as Suguru leads you to a low wooden table in the center of the room. On it is a bottle of sake and two cups.

Movements fluid and precise, Suguru pours the sake, filling it to the brim. He hands it to you, eyes never leaving your face. “Drink up, pretty girl.” he hums, low and seductive. And honestly fuck stranger danger, how could you not when he looks at you like that?

So you drink, sake burning its way down your throat. Predatory eyes locked on you as you set down the cup, Suguru’s mouth quirks up into a sly grin around his as he asks, “Liked it?”

You’ve barely gotten out the nod - not trusting yourself to speak - before Suguru downs his shot abruptly, slamming down the cup with a thunk!

Lips parting slightly, slender fingers squish your cheeks together into an almost-embarrasing pout. Forcing you to look up at him with an almost predatory grace as he looms closer. You don’t know if you should’ve expected the steady, warm stream of sake and saliva that hits your tongue. Sliding so obscenely down your throat.

Guess Suguru Geto was filthy in bed where he was the embodiment of grace in public.

It’s sweet on your tongue - both the sake and Suguru.

Eyes glassy, a mixture of sake and drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth - Suguru really can’t help the lips that come crashing down on yours, tongue plunging deep into your mouth. His tongue was relentless, keeping yours intertwined in a heady kiss.

Arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to his heated body. Hands tugging on your hair, mapping your curves. All the way up to cup your breasts, thumbs running tight, little circles around your perked nipples.

You moan into the heated kiss as something rock-hard pokes your thigh. Hand greedily grabbing at his yukata with the need for more.

Breaking the kiss, Suguru’s breaths come in ragged gasps. “On your knees, pretty girl.”

And what Geto Suguru wants, Geto Suguru gets.

Which is why you were sat, eyes hungry and greedily watching the way Suguru slowly, and deliberately peels open the front of his yukata, exposing his toned torso. A sly grin curling his lips at you gape at his leaking cock, standing proud and achingly hard. Thick and unforgiving.

Fuck, could you really take him in your mouth? He was at least twice as big as anyone else you’ve been with before…

“Open.” he orders, voice low and commanding and making your cunt clench so deliciously in anticipation. Suguru’s flushed tip pokes your lips - glossy with sake and saliva - precum salty on your tongue. God, he was huge. Parting your mouth wider, lips stretching around his length you desperately try to fuck him into your mouth - eager to please.

But it just wasn’t enough.

Because Suguru has a searing grip on your hair, holding your head steady as he pushed his cock all the way down your throat. Delicate veins throbbing against the roof of your mouth as he starts up a steady, merciless pace fucking your mouth as if you were nothing but a fucktoy.

“C’mon now, you said s’all you want. Better act like it, pretty girl.” he chuckles darkly, pushing you impossibly further down so that your nose presses into the tufts of thick, black hair at his pelvis. Like delicate strokes of a fine art. Breathing in the heady, masculine scent so sinfully.

This man is a masterpiece, you think deliriously - completely cock-drunk as you gag around his length, eyes burning at the way his fat tip hits your abused throat. Over and over. A ceaseless cadence you were losing your mind to.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, jus’ like that.” he hisses, as you tongue at his slit. Fingers deftly pressing around your neck to feel his dick ramming down your throat.

The once-serene room rings with your pathetic, wet gurgles around Suguru’s cock and the smacking of skin on skin as his heavy balls hit your chin. “Take it, take it all.”

You moan, body arching as you claw at his toned hips for some semblance of stability. Nails digging neat lines down his milky skin. Balls tightening, he thrusts animalistically into your mouth, each one deeper and harder than the last, cock sliding in and out of you brutally.

Messy.

Saliva and precum drip down his length, dirtying his yukata. Tears streak down your cheeks onto Suguru’s wrist, fingers tightening ferally around your throat. Blood roaring in your ears, choking at both the throbbing cock and the hand blocking your airway.

It was so fucking messy.

So it only made sense that Suguru’s orgasm was the same.

With a guttural cry of your name, Suguru came in hot spurts of cum, shooting rope after rope down your ready throat as his cock pulsed and stuttered in your mouth. You felt so dirty, his seed pooling on your tongue.

But he wasn’t done - no, far from it - pulling out from your abused mouth with a lewd pop! Twitching cock heavy on your face as he paints your face white. Hips bucking deliriously, a smug smirk playing on his lips at his masterpiece.

Face and mouth covered in his cum, fucked out enough that you basically had heart eyes looking at Suguru, you ready yourself to swallow it all. Needing to taste Suguru immediately.

Ah, but one can’t get everything they want.

Because Suguru drops to his knees, hand still tight around your throat as he captures your lips with his. Teeth clashing, lips bruising, forcing his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself. Tasting you. It was absolutely animalistic.

A barely-lucid, disappointed whine leaves your swollen lips as he pulls away. Only to spit once. Twice. Three times on your face.

You flinch as wads of saliva and his cum hit your face, warm and dripping down your cheeks. Staining the pristine tatami mats below as they fall with a resounding tap! tap! tap!

And you gladly offer yourself up for the abuse. A fucked out smile spreading across your face as you take in the feeling of being so debauched by Suguru. Somewhat-delirious, you barely register the dark mutter against your ear, “Hope you’re not tapping out yet, pretty girl. I haven’t even gotten out my paintbrushes yet.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The yakuza boss

“Strip.”

Standing in the dimly lit room, red-hot irritation flashes behind your eyes as you bristle at the words falling out of his mouth - devastatingly handsome had it not been for that smug, leering smirk.

Eyes half-lidded, long legs spread on that gaudy armchair, smoke falling from Sukuna’s lips as he stares at you intently. Eyes piercing through yours over his cigar. Demanding compliance.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you rip your gaze from his, flitting panickedly between the imposing yakuza boss in front of you - all alluring tattoos, and heavy, gold rings - and the glinting pistol that lay silently on one, muscular thigh.

You can feel the heat of his gaze burning into your skin as your hands tremble, fumbling with those tedious buttons. Breathing heavy, nipples hardening - your top hits the floor. God, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into.

Cursing your father’s debt, you move on to your pants. Desperately trying to avoid catching a glimpse of those blown-out pupils, something prickly and hot pooling in your stomach. Shit. You won’t start liking this - you refuse to start liking this.

One by one, it falls away. Leaving you bare and completely exposed under Sukuna’s intense scrutiny. A low growl escapes his lips at the way your thighs clench together so sinfully, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Come here, doll.” Low, raspy words that go straight to your cunt. But you steel yourself, heels clacking against the polished floor as you step closer. And closer. Watching the way he drinks in your naked form.

But apparently too slow.

Before you can even react, a muscled arm reaches out, pulling you to fall into his waiting lap, straddling those toned hips. A jolt of electricity going through your body as you register the cold metal of the gun digging into your leg.

Sukuna leans forward, the scent of tobacco and sin overwhelming your senses. “Dance f’me.”

Shit. How dare he talk to you this way - and how dare you let your pussy clench in anticipation at his demeaning tone.

Biting back a groan at the way your hardened nipples brush against his button-up, you tentatively roll your hips forward. A thrill going straight to your pussy as something long and thick presses against you. Involuntarily, you press closer, grinding against him. Hard.

Large, calloused hands find your ass. Squeezing roughly to pull you closer, rocking your hips back and forth on his throbbing erection. Back and forth back and forth back and-

Cool metal pressed against your skin - the barrel of his glinting gun pressed lightly against your forehead. Goosebumps erupt down your spine, painfully prickling at your skin as you realize just what the fuck he was doing. “As much as I love you humping me like a bitch in heat, doll. I asked you to dance f’me.” he murmurs, tone was positively dripping with something dark and dangerous.

Well, you think, gritting your teeth in determination. Might as well give the bastard what he asks for.

Staring defiantly right into those darkened, intense eyes, you begin moving your body agonizingly slow. Hands tantalizingly tracing the outline of your body. Teasingly caressing the skin, sliding your fingers along your collarbone, down your rib cage, grazing your navel before slithering lower. Lower.

Your soaked cunt forming a wet patch right on his straining erection.

Sukuna’s eyes follow your every move - every circle of your hips down on his throbbing bulge. The corner of his mouth curving into a satisfied smile as he takes in the sight of you so sinful and shamefully exposed for him.

The desire simmering beneath his composed exterior is basically palpable.

And then, it snaps.

Suddenly, his arm snaps up, grabbing bruisingly at your waist. With a slow, deliberate motion, he takes a long drag of his cigar - blowing the smoke right in your face, the warm breath mingling with the heady air.

Your surprised gasp is swallowed by his heated kiss, tongues wrestling as a hand digs into the tender skin of your neck. As if he owns you.

Hips bucking wildly, and more frantically on Sukuna’s clothed cock - the expensive fabric of his pants now wet with your slick and his precum. You lose yourself in the moment.

But what you do register is the sharp unzipping of his pants.

Snapping your eyes open, they meet with the large, leaking cock now pulsing in his hands, prominent veins glistening with precum that dribbles down his flushed head. Pulling away, you rip your gaze from his throbbing erection to look in his eyes - with what, fear? Anticipation? Both?

Sukuna lounges back on his armchair leisurely, relishing the way you watch - somewhat-awestruck - as his large hand begins moving in small, unhurried motions up and down his rock-hard length.

A harsh push of the barrel against your forehead snaps you out of your debauched reverie. “Didn’t tell ya to stop, did I, doll?” he hisses out, venomous and needy.

The tension in the room is almost tangible, the air thick with lust and fear. As you watch the rhythmic jerks of Sukuna’s hand on his erect cock - up and down up and down up and- your body betrays you.

Mind hazy with arousal, you place your hands on his shoulders, cunt clenching at the strong, defined muscle beneath your fingertips. You lean forward, lips meeting his in a desperate, desperate kiss.

Pulling away, you reach for his heavy cock, wrapping your fingers around it, feeling it’s thickness and the heat. Sukuna lets out a low growl, eyes closing momentarily as you begin to stroke him in urgent, desperate tugs that have his hips bucking involuntarily.

As you let him fuck your fist like his own personal fleshlight, you grind down against his thigh. Hard. His tight, twitching ball stimulating your clit just right as you get yourself off on Sukuna like a bitch in heat.

Maybe it was the pure feral need in your hazy eyes - or maybe it was the way you lean your head into the gun pressing against your forehead - but Sukuna’s eyes widen, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. Only growing more amused by the second as you lean impossibly closer to take the cigar from his hand, placing it between your lips.

Drawing deeply, inhaling the sweet, rich flavor of the tobacco. As you exhale, you deliberately blow the smoke into his face, the tendrils of vapor swirling around his beautiful features, mixing with the sweat and the scent of his cologne.

A deep bark of laughter makes Sukuna throw his head back - and you to clench around nothing on his lap. Hips becoming more and more animalistic against his. Your wrist now aching and wet with precum, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off.

Sukuna wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, his hand cupping your breast possessively. The other surges back with the gun on your forehead - where it had been faltering from pleasure before. “Make us come within the next five seconds before I blow your head off, doll.”

One.

Your fingers tighten around his cock, milking him. Movements from both ends become more and more filthy with the need to release.

Two.

You cup his heavy balls in your hands, clit catching on his zipper and making you mewl at the stimulation.

Three.

A thumb pressing down between his balls, hard. Hips stuttering with your impending release, losing your mind with each stroke.

Four.

Sukuna body goes rigid, choking on what sounds like your name, bottom lip catching between his teeth as he throws his head back and-

Five.

Cums all over your fist, thick, hot spurts of seed that paint your hands white. Splattering on your palm, and onto the chair below. You not too far behind as your body bows into his, stars behind your eyes as you chase peak after peak grinding down on his lap. You shudder, release taking everything out of you until it’s nothing more than mere tingles.

A finger on the trigger. Pulling.

Click!

As Sukuna’s maniacal laughter rings in the heady room, you blink away the haze of your orgasm as you realizing with a jolt that there were no fucking bullets.

Yet this bastard shot you anyway.

Skin heated against yours, lips ghosting your ear as Sukuna whispers. Low and gravelly.

“I don’t need a gun to kill, doll.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - The professor

��You see, I really, really need this A to pass, sir.” you bat your lashes innocently, slightly whiny yet not desperate - at least, not yet.

Short skirt hiking up as you lean over the desk in Professor Gojo’s stuffy office. Making sure that tight top you purposefully wore lets those striking blue eyes see a perfect view of your breasts - no bra today, of course.

Eyes flickering down. Once. Twice.

Success.

Yet, Professor Gojo’s easy grin stays steadfast, “Well, maybe you should have studied harder then, hm?” You’d almost be fooled by his little act, yet your eyes catch the way he subtly crosses his legs, something stirring in those alluring cerulean eyes as he looks up at you through his lashes.

Deciding to play along, huffing as you cross your arms across your chest, “I did, maybe you should just let me take on an assignment for extra credit.”

His eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raising in question, “What kind of assignment?”

You bite your lips coyly, holding back a smirk at the way he makes it so easy for you. Reaching out immediately to trace a thumb across his full lips, leaning down far enough that your tits were basically spilling out of your top now.

“The one where you fuck me, right here. Right now, on this desk.”

You could feel his pulse quickening against your hand, voice strained with need. “I should fail you right now for this.”

Brushing your lips against his earlobe, you whisper, “But you won’t, sir.”

Before you can react, in one, fluid motion strong arms lift you off the desk to splay you out so sinfully on it. You almost get whiplash from his pure strength, brought back only by the feeling of his muscular thighs warm against your ass.

“If you want that A, then prove how badly you need it.”

Your heart races as you nod, cheeks flaring with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. With a feral grin, you spread your legs apart, toying with that soaked g-string - exposing your bare pussy. Beads of slick pooling underneath you on the desk as the way Gojo’s eyes harden as you clench around nothing.

You trail your hands enticingly down, down down. A delicate finger swiping at your folds, collecting your juices - popping right into your mouth. A smug huff of laughter leaves you at the way Gojo’s mouth drops into a surprised oh!

“You’re such a lil’ fucking minx, princess.”

You needed him now.

Rubbing your thumb over your swollen clit, index finger bullying its way into your snug cunt the way you wanted Gojo to. You gasp, arching your back as waves of pleasure, “Oh, sir! Mmm- feel s’good inside me. Want more- hah-”

Pornographic whines of pleasure send blood rushing straight to Gojo’s cock. He was losing his mind at your little show. He was going insane.

“Your turn now.” you mewl,

Your hungry gaze was locked with Gojo’s as he stands, removing his belt and unbuckling his pants. Your eyes follow the movement greedily, mouth watering at the impressive size of his erection. Leaking tip furiously flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Delicate beads of precum smearing on the frantic, jerky movements of his fist up and down and up and down and-

It’s a silent staredown. Your fingers matching the delicious rhythm of his fist, urgently fucking yourselves to each other. Trying to see who would break first. Up and down up and down - in and out in and out. Faster.

“Didn’t think you were all talk, sir.”

That’s what makes the great Gojo Satoru break. Surging forward in hasty steps, your hands pinned to the cold surface of the desk, pussy now quivering in loneliness.

Smack!

“Count to five, then I’ll give what you want. If you can’t even do that then I don’t think you deserve an A, princess.”

“O-one.” You whine at the harsh hand that smacks your ass, large handprint stinging into your searing skin.

“This the hand?” Gojo whispers, voice ragged. Inspecting your hands before his tongue sticks out to lick a long, languid stripe up your fingers, pooling your juices on his tongue. Pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licks your fingers clean so filthily.

Electricity courses through your veins as his long fingers deftly rip off your flimsy g-string, pocketing it safely in his work pants. You have half the mind to snark about it before you register Gojo’s throbbing cock flush against your pussy, leaking tip teasing in between your dripping folds leisurely.

Your slick mixing with his precum, trailing down down down his glistening length, pooling on where he tightly gripped his base - splattering onto the hardwood office floor with a deafening tap! tap! tap! that matched the heartbeat in your ears.

“Beg for it, princess.”

“Hmmm, no.”

Smack! Smack!

“Ah! Three! Hah- please, sir.”

You didn’t even know exactly what you were begging for - but you got exactly what you wanted. Breath catching in your throat at the way Gojo pushed into you with a raspy grunt, cock hot and heavy against your fluttering walls.

His sheer size makes you feel like you’ll split apart any second now, but oh how you desperately wanted to be broken by him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Gojo began to thrust. Shallow, mindless strokes, each one just to drive his enormous cock deeper to fit into your snug, ravaged cunt.

“Fuck me, please, sir. Need you feel me up insi-”

Smack!

“...four.” you whisper, voice strained with need and frustration.

Ass sore, marks probably there for days. Your words catch pathetically in your throat as Gojo loses grip on his restraint - or his sanity - whichever one would break you first. Sheathing himself inside your dripping heaven till his heavy balls smacked your clit, your ass flush against the neat tufts of white at his pelvis.

Wasting no time, Gojo starts up at an uncontrollable, merciless pace, every inch of him being forced all the way into your snug pussy. Your walls suck him up greedily as his prominent veins throb and graze just right on all your sweet spots.

“This what you wanted, princess?” he rasps out, pace unwavering. “This is what you wanted, right? To be fucked like the pretty little slut that you are, huh?”

“Yes! Yes, please, sir.”

Each ramming of his cock drives you further and further up the cold desk, a pathetic little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each slam. Knees weakened by his relentless pounding, you didn’t know how you were gonna hold yourself up anymore-

Ah, but you didn’t have to. Gojo Satoru, ever the gentleman, wrapped a single, muscular arm under your hips, kneading the skin underneath his fingertips, fucking you deeper onto his cock as if you were his personal fucktoy.

“Oh fuck! Hngh- sir, right there.” you yelp at the new angle, his furiously flushed tip kissing your cervix so painfully good, g-spot abused as he grazes it over and over.

Smack!

“Ah, sir! Five-”

And then you’re cumming. Hips pushing back animalistically, fucking yourself through your high. Chasing peak after peak.

Boneless and exhausting, dripping cunt clamping down on him you mewl, “Fill me up inside, sir! Wanna feel it dripping down my legs.” At the sound of your voice, Gojo’s eyes rolled back, his features contorted in pure ecstasy as his cock twitches savagely inside you, finally letting himself release. Cum gushing out in thick, pulsating spurts.

Filling your abused pussy to the brim, coating your walls an obscene white. Gojo keeps fucking himself through it, milking even the last drops of his length on your cunt. Breaths ragged, hips animalistic, low murmurs of your name leaving his lips.

And as his climax bates into nothing more but mere tingles, lust-hazed, tired ears catch the distant knocking from outside. Ah, right that appointment.

Blinking back the vision to his eyes, he looks down at you. All fucked-out, swollen lips pouty, and his cum dribbling enticingly down your thighs. Oh how he just wants to bite into you - or have half the mind to just send you out there like this to show all those college losers who you belong to.

Or, he thinks, eyes twinkling as he looks down at the generously large space under his desk.

You catch his gaze, a dangerous glint in them as he maps every curve and dip of your body. Marked and so very obviously his. Your pretty lips falling into a soft oh! as you realize just what idea was forming behind those darkened blue eyes.

“Come in.”

Before you know it, you’re shoved hastily under the desk, Gojo’s still-furiously flushed tip kissing your bruised lips as the door swings open. God, if every assignment was like this then you’d probably end up valedictorian…

A/N. Can’t believe this got me b@nned for like a hour bro pls.

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𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 | satoru gojō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something you’d never thought would happen – especially on Valentine’s Day! But it’s just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing more…Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining + confessions - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - going on a date - sex in a public space; hotel room - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (sucking and swiping) - missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up + Gojo doesn't shoot inside) - pet names (baby, cutie pretty, princess, sweetie) - angst + fluff - cameos: Shoko, Mei Mei, Utahime, Geto, Nanami - mentions of tears and spit - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.3k (going out with a bang, jfc)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: final part to this short yet fun story !! tysm for the love you've given this series, it was a random idea that came to me last year and I'm so glad I was able to put more thought into it. all y'all's comments and rbs have been entertaining to read thru, love the support and engagement this story sparked with you, and I thank you sm for sticking around ccc: also!!! ty for 5.9k loveliessss mwah mwah~

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“Sorry, Satoru, Y/n doesn’t wanna see you right now — like, at all.”

“Oh, Gojo. Sorry, Y/n’s in no mood to talk to you right now. Said you better not make so much as a step past this door. Because if you do, I’ll have to charge your savings.”

“Hmph, you got some nerve, Gojo! Didn’t you hear from Mei Mei earlier? Y/n doesn't wanna talk to you…What the hell did you do this time?”

You could hear your roommates telling off the person showing up at the front door from your door. Before, they’d come to you and ask if you wish to give this person an audience for your presence. Yet you say the same thing: you’re not ready to converse with them. You’ll probably never want to talk with them again.

It’s been like this for the past week. Ever since the little fiasco between you and Gojo — not to mention you slapping him across the face for his upsetting words — things between the two of you have been quiet as promised. The very last words you ever told him were to never speak to you again after publicly humiliating yourself by crying in front of him.

Outside of being the talk in everyone’s mouth (I mean, who wouldn’t gossip about one person slapping another after walking into them saying some mean shit about the other), you’ve been worried about by your friends ever since the incident. Your direct senior roommate, Utahime, was the first one to see you crying to yourself after coming home from classes and immediately called up Gojo to rip him a new one for making her junior roomie cry. Shoko was the passive one who listened to both sides yet still put your emotional state above anything else, telling Gojo white lies that you weren’t in your dorm room whenever he’d try to visit. And Mei Mei walked with you to your classes throughout the week in case the tall figure tried looking for you.

But it didn’t stop there. After that day, your Contemporary Issues course with Professor Naga was sheer awkwardness. The silent tension between you and Gojo was so thick that it effortlessly suffocated your peers and made it hard to concentrate — especially for the professor and your friends, Ijichi and Haibara. Outside of the class, you did your part in avoiding Gojo, and the same applies to the lectures you shared with him. No words, no greeting – not even a mere glance – were shared in his direction. It was as if your life mission was to avoid him at all costs.

However, this is Satoru Gojo we’re talking about. Although he respected your no-talking rule in the premise of lectures, he’d still try to get your attention once class was over. And even then, you’d bolt to the door to not give him the chance. He’d follow right behind you and have to maintain a respectable distance when Mei Mei was the light lavender eyes behind your back.

But what the hell did he expect? What he said hurt you to your core, so there was no way you’d want to speak with him again. He deserved that slap! The sting you inflicted on his face for a few minutes was nothing compared to the torment of your heart that’s been aching for a long while now. You can’t even look at Gojo after what had transpired. The pain he caused has been with you for a while, yet it still felt new and fresh to reflect on.

And yet…your mind still can’t help but agonize you even more. Do you think it was easy to not engage with Gojo this entire time? Oh, it was the worst, both for your soul and mind. The memories of his smile and dimples would come up every often, pooling you deeper into your dread. The routine of him speaking to you with whispers when it was just the two of you — like he didn’t want others to find you in the comfort of each other’s presence — like it was sacred. And the way he said your name. It toyed with your heart whenever you’d reminisce it.

“Y/n!”

Especially after how much has changed in your relationship with him, you really thought things between you and him were going for the better. Or, to be honest, becoming something a lot closer and personal. Something you grew to want with him as the days’ encounters and nightly calls went by.

“Y/n...”

But you were wrong, lecturing yourself for being so dumb and naive for wanting such a thing. Amid the fun, you had forgotten what you two were and believed that you could change from that. Change with him. And yet here you are, broken-hearted, barely concentrating on your Word document on your laptop.

“Hey, Y/n,” your brow twitched with the snap of reality, Utahime opening the door after knocking. “It’s the front door again; it’s—“

“GRRRAAAHHHHHHHHH!!”

You were never one to shout within your apartment — Utahime’s eyes widened at the sudden shout of vexation. You stood up from your desk and walked past her, marching through the hallway. Mei Mei peeks from her shared room, and Shoko pours coffee in the kitchen. All three of your roommates observe you stomping to the door.

You swung the apartment door open with vigor, “I SWEAR TO CHRIST, GOJO, WHAT PART OF ‘DON’T EVER TALK TO ME’ DO YOU NOT UNDERST—…Geto?”

“Oh, hey there, Y/n. I was worried about you.” You were surprised to open the door and not find the unusual silver hair you expected. Instead, it was Suguru Geto, Gojo’s dark-haired direct roommate, rubbing his cold hands together that weren’t covered with his black windbreaker. Next to him was Kento Nanami, standing silently in his sand-colored trench coat.

“Hey, guys,” knowing they aren’t who you thought it would be, your shoulders relaxed with your tone. “What’s up?”

“Well,” Geto sighs heavily before telling anything. “We wouldn’t be here for a reason. And, after hearing what happened between you and you-know-who, I think you can guess why we're here, too.”

And then it hits — the realization of how these two’s abrupt appearance came to be. “…He asked you two to come and talk to me for him.”

The two roommates look at each other for a second, and then Geto points behind him with his thumb to the stairwell door. You follow his finger, seeing the person you’re talking about watching you from the door window. You try not to contort your face into an ugly, exasperated expression in front of the other boys. So, you settle for a sigh to alleviate the stress growing inside you.

“Ugh. What is it.” You ask Geto with an attitude that wasn’t easily sheathed.

“Honestly, all I know is that he really – like, really – wants to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to him. So there,” you shake your head and backtrack past the threshold of your door. “Sorry you two came here for no reason, but I can’t—“

“—Wait!” Geto cuts you off and brings a hand on the door to stop you from closing it. You caught the intervention, widening the door again. Geto explains himself. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you—well, no, sorry. I get that Satoru said some things that hurt you last week. Believe me: I already lectured him hell and back for it when Shoko told me you came home crying, and you have every right to be mad at him right now…But—“

“Did he tell you what he said to me?”

“H—No, he didn’t,” your brow quirked at that response. He didn’t? “All he told me when I confronted him was that he messed up real bad and crossed a line.”

“A line?” You enunciated after him. “That’s cute...Geto, he won’t tell you what he said because I caught him saying those things. That scumbag,” you averted your gaze to the door window, seeing Gojo gulp at your fierce eyes. “—knows what he said. And he knows that I told him I want nothing to do with him for that.”

Nanami was quiet throughout the entire thing, so it took you aback when he spoke. “And I’m on your side in that regard. You’re right, he is a scumbag; tactless, crude, borderline annoying—“

“Just borderline?” Geto points the word out to lighten the mood.

“And the type of person to get on someone’s nerves purposely. And with that, I don’t blame you for cutting him off. If anything, it’s what he deserves, if not more.”

You knew there was more to say beyond that. “And yet…"

“And yet,” Nanami picks it up. “…I’d be lying if I said that guy doesn’t know when he’s at fault. He can be prideful and childishly playful — albeit disrespectful to anyone he thinks doesn’t deserve it. However, he’s not emotionless, and if he is disrespectful to his friends, he knows when he’s in the wrong.“

“And take it from me, Y/n.” Geto comes in with the assist now that things are a bit calm. “Fucking asshat will take days to apologize to me for something stupid, and that’s if he feels like giving me one. But even if he doesn’t, I know he cares about me like any best friend…Like he cares about you.”

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes, so you close them and shake your head. “He doesn’t care—“

“Yes, he does.” Nanami doesn’t let you finish that sentence. “Like I said: Gojo is many things, but he’s not an emotionless moron. Because I can tell that whatever he said distraught you to your core and made him feel bad about it — pathetically so.”

“…How do you know?” You don’t know why you asked that question; why the fuck should you care? The fucker in question is the one that broke your heart behind your back, so why bother?

“Because when he came home that day, Geto pulled him by the shirt, threw him against the wall, and yelled at him like no tomorrow. And he just stood there, letting Geto give him his rightful lashing. He even told him he didn’t deserve you as a friend, which I agreed with. But then Gojo said something after that…”

Again, this isn’t something you should be caring about. So why are you turning to Geto to ask, “…What did he say?”

“He said I was right, that he definitely didn’t deserve you.” Before the raven-haired boy answered, he exhaled through his nostrils. “And that what he said about you was, by far, the dumbest thing he’s ever done, which is saying a lot.”

“A whole lot.” The blond-haired boy jumped in. “Y/n, don’t take this as me vouching for him. But, if you could have seen the look on his face when he said that,” he nods when you shake your head ‘no’ again. “You would feel the guilt and shame pouring from him. It was pathetic to look at — pathetic for him to express. But it was real.”

And you know it’s the truth — not because it came from Nanami, but because you could picture the scene as if you were there. You could just imagine Gojo’s face, a dangerous move as your heart skipped with a twinge. You imagine the emotions he was expressing, your skin crawling thinking about his blue eyes – usually filled with life and light – appearing so broken and devoid of animation.

“He does care about you — there’s no mistake about it. You two have been friends since freshmen year; he’d be an idiot to let those years go down the drain because of him. And that’s why we went along with coming here in his stead and asking you to talk to him.” You open your mouth, but Geto isn’t finished. “Please, Y/n. You’re the mature one, but you don’t have to act strong on this one. I can only assume, of course, but I’m sure you want this handled, too.”

He wasn’t wrong, yet at the same time, you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling that was weighing you down.

“I…I don’t want to speak with him.” The two guys didn’t change their facial expressions. “Not now, at least...I don’t want to see his face right now.”

“Then how about a phone call later tonight?” Nanami proposed. “You two can talk it out with each other after you guys think about what to say to each other. You can even have the call while we’re sleeping so you can have privacy.”

“Ehhh, but I’m nosy.” Geto teases his sophomore roommate, making the younger blonde huff.

“Not tonight, you are. Plus, you got a project to present tomorrow, so you need sleep.”

“Fair, fair…But seriously, Y/n, you should talk with him. If not for him, then for us, for Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, all of us. We don’t want you upset about what this idiot did this time. So, one talk should be okay, right?”

It should be okay. Keyword: should. However, the anxiety that you harbor within your limbs tells you otherwise. The pool in your stomach churning into a state you find uncomfortable to fight against.

But concurrently, you couldn’t lie to yourself; a piece was missing in all of this. The resolution was needed — there had to be a way to see the entire picture in this matter. Otherwise, you’d be walking around campus mad at the person behind a door examining your reactions for the entire semester — no, the whole next year! You knew you didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with that. You can barely go through it right now. So, might as well get this off the table before it worsens…At least, that’s what you say to rationalize.

“…Okay,” you straightened your posture. “The girls have morning classes tomorrow. Tell him to call me at midnight.”

Your answer sealed the deal, the two males dismissing themselves before you closed the apartment door. Your roommates peered around the corner once they heard the door lock, coming to ask if you were all right. You molded a faux smile and said you were fine, and yet you couldn’t tell if that was a lie to them or yourself.

From there, the time felt so long to witness and experience throughout the day, watching one hour pass after the other. The sun had never settled under the horizon so slowly before, taking its time to draw the curtains of darkness over the Earth. And yet the time went fast simultaneously — the minutes spooked you every time you looked at the clock.

Was this the universe’s way of toying with you for agreeing to talk to Satoru Gojo? It had to be. Your stomach doing somersaults didn’t help either; you could barely get through eating dinner because the dreaded talk bound to happen in a few hours was all your mind could think about.

And then, when everyone was fast asleep ten minutes before midnight, your nerves couldn’t settle down. Five minutes before, you decided to take yourself and the phone to the bathroom (because the fan would be loud enough to tune out your conversation), needing the tiny space to yourself to pace back and forth and not to disturb Utahime snoring away. One minute before, you were sitting on top of the toilet, watching the seconds go by on your phone, praying that he wouldn’t call on the dot. He wouldn’t buzz you at the immediate stroke of twelve, right? He had to be doing something — anything else — hoping he’d spare you another minute if he could.

BZZZR!! BZZZR!!

However, that wasn’t the case. He called you right on the dot, and your heart jumped at the vibration from your phone. His display name was titled ‘do not answer this jerk,’ a change you made the day after the incident. Yet here you are, in the bathroom, and your thumb shaking over the green button.

It wasn’t until the sixth vibration that you pressed the button with a sharp inhale, bringing the phone to your ear with haste. The silence was in the air for a couple of seconds, worsening your anxiousness. Until—

“…Hey.” He was the first to say something, thank God.

“Hi…..Where are you?”

“Outside my apartment, sitting on the stairwell...You?”

“In the bathroom.”

“You sitting on the toilet?”

You know what he was doing, making the conversation easier before getting to the hard stuff. Nonetheless, you admit it was working while your nervous state gradually deteriorated. “…And what if I am?”

“Then I’d say….Heh, actually, no. I can’t make that joke right now. Not when we’re like this.”

“Mmm, like this…” You hummed, the awkward tension filling the silence once again. “….Look, Gojo—“

“Before you say anything,” he cut you off, but you allowed it. “I have a lot I wanna say to you, and I want to get them out the way before I forget and never get the chance to say them to you…Can I say them?”

Your brows scrunched together, your free hand drawing reassuring circles on your thigh, and your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. “…Go ahead.”

“Okay…So, first off,” you held your breath to brace yourself. “What I said about you on that day — I’m not gonna sit here and say I didn’t mean those things when I said them because I did. But NOT in the way you’re thinking.”

“Then what way did you mean them, Gojo?”

“I meant them in the implication that I was trying to protect what you and I had.” Had? “Our relationship was being questioned, some girl was asking about us and…I know you weren’t ready to have our business out in the world yet, so I thought….I just said what was believable with how everyone sees us since we’re always butting heads and shit. So, I said and meant those things to protect us in the heat of the moment. And then…I guess I got carried away.”

“You guess you got carried away?” You repeated, your anxiousness now substituting for subtle anger. “…Just a little person angry at the world around them? So exhausting to deal with someone so boring and uncute as me?”

“Holy fuck, you remember it all—“

“Of course I did!” How could you not!? “And then — hmph, now this one I’ll never forget — ‘I’ve seen prettier, been with better, I feel sorry for the poor bastard who does end up with them’…” Your emotions were a mix of offense and pain, irritation and misery. Despite that, your voice maintained a calm tone, even if you wanted to do nothing but yell at the screen. Yet that wouldn’t solve this. “Gojo, the fact that I know all of that, verbatim, and have refused to talk, think, touch, or even look at you since them…To say you got carried away is just…like, holy fuck. Who the hell were you?”

He didn’t say anything for a minute, but you couldn’t blame him. Being hit with his own words like that, any moral human being would stop and let that shit simmer into their skin.

“…I’m sorry,” you wanted to call bullshit so bad, but not after he followed up with this. “Really. I’m so…so fucking sorry, Y/n. I know that shit wasn’t cool, and, to be honest, I expected more than one slap for that. I only meant it to save you the burden of gossip; believe me when I say that.”

“I—ahem…” Nope, you were not going to do this. Not tonight. “I want to believe you, Gojo. But I just…I can’t; it hurts my head thinking about it.”

“I know…I did that to you, and I’m so fucking sorry. My foot was too far up my mouth when I said all that, just one useless thing after another….And you know what’s crazy? I think my conscience knew me spouting shit wasn’t the right call. I mean, I literally walked with you to the class that day; what kind of friend does that and say shit like that afterward? And when I saw you….the way you looked so…distant? Just like that, everything that we had was just gone. I couldn’t see it — I saw absolutely nothing when I saw you. That scared me, seeing the happiness and the smile you had minutes ago just vanish with the flip of a switch. And I fucking did that. I knew at that moment that I lost you…..Y/n…? Are you crying?”

You immediately moved the phone away from your ear, covering your mouth with the arm of your sweatshirt. The cries you tried to suppress poured out at that moment, and the pain that scratched your insides left your system with every sob and intake of breath. The tears damped the material, soaking them in as they rolled down your cheeks.

As ways to start the eve of your Monday, crying with the person who broke your heart on the phone was not one you expected to be one of them. It all hurt: the rapid emotions, the memories of that day replaying in your head, the genuine sincerity expressed in his voice. It was all too fucking much, your face heating up to a concerning level that you’d think you’d blow up.

You give yourself a few seconds before bringing the phone to your ear, “….What else?”

“Huh?”

“You said—sniff—that you had other things you wanted to say to me.” A change of subject was necessary, not wanting him to notice the broken crack of your voice. “So, what else?”

The request took him aback, but he knew better than to question or fight you. “…Second of all, I wanna say – since I’m not sure I’ll ever get the chance to tell them to you in person – I want you to know that you’re more than what I said. There’s nothing 'kinda' pretty about you — you’re pretty all over. I’m not saying that to butter you up; it’s something I’ve said to myself all this time…Who am I kidding, saying I’ve been with prettier and better when I hurt the most beautiful and kindest one my eyes ever laid on….? Boring and uncute? Heh, you’re anything but. Sure, I say you're uncute when you nag at me to no end, but I don’t think there’s been a single day that I’ve thought you were a sore for my eyes. You’re too gorgeous for that.”

“Gojo—“

“I don’t deserve you as a friend, Y/n.” Your breath hitched. “Honest. I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now. And yet, you gracing me with time to spare shows that I really don’t have the right to have you close to me…I’m sorry.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he was honest about his apology. You felt it in your bones; your gut told you what Gojo told you was true. Your anger was nowhere to be found, but your guard was still up.

You slowly exhale through your mouth before taking your turn in the conversation. “So…Is that all?”

“….”

“…Gojo?”

“….”

“Gojo? Are you still—“

“I like you.”

Okay, you lied; your guard wasn't up for that.

There’s no way he just said that. There’s no way those three exact words left his mouth and entered your eardrums. They kept ringing throughout your head, bouncing off the walls of your cranium with each repeated syllable. Your eyes widened by the second, your body coming to a complete standstill. And yet, the only thing that was moving and showed signs of life was your heartbeat increasing with the silence.

He likes you. The Gojo Satoru — your frenemy, annoying peer, and friend who enjoys your yelling and nagging — likes you.

“You…You what?” You heard him perfectly, but you wanted to confirm this wasn’t some joke.

“I like you.” He didn’t hesitate to replicate. “I do, I really do. I’ve liked you for….quite a long while, way before we started having sex together.”

“How long ago is that?”

“I think since the spring semester of freshman year when we had started to get a little closer before you became friends with Geto...Yeah, for a while now.”

“…Why?”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you like me?

You heard him sigh out a large breath before answering. “…To be honest, I just like how you…are you. Like, you’re not scared to be yourself around me. Many people I’ve known try to kiss my ass for me to call them a friend, and even then, those guys are assholes…But you, I don’t see that — I never saw that. You’d never kiss my ass; you’d always be down to tell me when I’m wrong or right. Being around you was different from other people; I felt comfortable around you like you were one of my friends.”

You didn’t intervene, listening to every word he was to say.

“Not to mention…Heh, you’re so cute. Like, actually. And pretty, and independent, and bright. I can’t count how many times I’ve been lost in my thoughts about you. Especially recently, you’re all that I can think about. I like how it feels to hold your hand, and your fingers look small against mine. I could never get enough of you talking to you; it’s one of the things I look forward to. And, holy fuck, the way you smile. I swear, you could kill me with that face of yours. And your eyes — I’m always told mine are so beautiful to look at, yet I find that impossible whenever I get stuck when you look at me….Y/n? Are you—You’re not crying, are you?”

You said in sniffles. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Gojo…”

“Huh!? Why??”

“You break my heart one day and then say all these things the next…Are you trying to tell me that stunt you pulled is that dumb thing where people say stupid shit about someone else because they like them?��

“Hey, I told you why I said them! Besides, those two bimbos were getting in our personal life, and we didn’t have anything to call our relationship, so…!”

“Sniff—And you! Why didn’t you tell me you liked me for so long instead of annoying me to no end?”

“I could’ve done that, but…I don’t know. I guess our relationship was easier the way we had it. Things were less complicated for you. Plus, you’re cute when you’re angry at me.”You had to scoff at that. Of course, he’d say something like that. He can be such a prick sometimes. “I was okay with how things were, being all naggy and arguing with you while secretly close to you. I didn’t want to change something we were used to into something more.”

“Mmm.” You could only hum to that sentence, letting his words sink in before saying anything. “…Would it have been a bad thing if it was something more?”

He didn’t answer immediately, indicating that he took the question in serious thought. “No…I wouldn’t have minded. But that decision was all yours to make.”

“Gojo,” The words you were about to say were about to be so nerve-wracking that you had to take in a deep breath. Chewing on your lips while exhaling through an open mouth. “….Would it be a bad thing if I said….that I liked you, too? And that…I still like you—”

KA-BANG-BANG!!

You jumped at the sudden sound coming from the other side of the line, as it was not the response you were expecting, and you could hear him saying curses further from the phone. After a few brief seconds, Gojo’s voice comes back.

“Fuck, sorry, sorry! I just dropped my phone on the stairs!” He sounded so worried, as if he lost you. “You.…You like me?”

“Yeah, I do…” Gosh, you didn’t think this would happen, the heat on your cheeks expanding to your ears and neck. “I really do. And I’m also willing to forgive you. BUT, you have to prove your worth by redeeming—“

“I WILL!” Again, it wasn’t the reaction you were expecting! He replied with such momentous excitement that you could imagine the sparkle in his blue eyes. “I will, I promise! In fact, I have an idea; how about I take you out on a date?”

Huh!? “A date??”

“Yeah, on Valentine’s Day, this Wednesday! I know this great place not too far from here, or maybe you wanna go to a small café to wind down from classes? You can pick—”

“Wait, wait! We have classes that day; we have our night class with Professor Yaga—“

“We could skip—“

“Hell. No.” You shut him down with quickness. “We’re going over some serious discussions that day for our papers on Friday; we’re just gonna have to do the date after class.”

“Pfft, God, you can be such a geek sometimes.”

For the first time that night, you rolled your eyes. “Says the Digimon-fanatic talking to me right now.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He snickers at the phone, and your heart swoons at it. It felt like you hadn’t heard that laugh in ages. “So…Is that a yes?”

It had you thinking for a temporary moment; talking with Gojo again just felt so…familiar. It was something you’d been missing for the past week, accepting that you’d never experience it again. And here he is, inviting you on a date? This was, by all means, a weird night. An apology, a confession, and now being asked out?

Regardless, you can’t shake the feeling of wanting to be by his side again. And with a chance like this, why brush it off? “Yes, I accept your date.”

“Then it’s a Valentine’s date. Cool.”

“Cool.” You awkwardly repeated after him, becoming squeamish with the brief silence. “Okay, well, now that we talked. I need to get some sleep.”

“Mmm, okay. Go get your sleep, then. Be sure to think of me in your dreams~”

Your head is shaken again, this time with a smile. “Whatever. I’ll try…Think of me too, Satoru.”

“I always do, Y/n.” Jesus, the way he gently and affectionately said your name. Is this what it’s like to admit you like someone? “Good night.”

“Good night…Oh, wait! You said you had a joke earlier.”

“Hmm…Oh, yeah?”

“Well, now that we’re kinda on good terms…What was the joke?”

“Oh! I was gonna say it’s kinda a shame that you’re sitting on a toilet and not on my face.”

“Goodbye, Gojo.”

“PFFFT, No, wait, I’m so—“

CLICK!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

As far as dates go about, this is one that Satoru Gojo was the most nervous about.

As promised, after your class with Professor Naga ended, Gojo waited for you with his car on Main Street by your dormitory. He was already dressed for the date, adorned with a black turtleneck and jeans that matched his Chesterfield coat. But you had a few things you wanted to touch up on before going out for the night, so he texted back that he’d wait for you outside.

What he didn’t expect was being instantly shot down by you once you came down and walked to his car. Because holy fucking shit, you looked so fucking beautiful. If this was a “touch-up,” all the people he went on dates on must’ve not been trying.

You were wearing a black halter long-sleeve top; your collarbone and shoulders were out for his eyes to trace and breathe to hitch. Your arms were shielded by a hoodie that looked a bit big for you but did its job of protecting you from the cold winds. And black thigh socks that contrasted with the plaid skirt and the puffy boots. And…did you put on lipgloss on? Holy shit.

“So,” you’d say meekly to catch his attention since he’s examining your every feature. “I’m ready…” They were simple words, yet they had the power to have him stop leaning on the car and grab the door for you. You were chewing on your lip, avoiding his gaze that watched every step you took. “You’re staring, Satoru…”

“Hmm? Oh! Sorry...” He’d close your door and mutter, scratching his neck where the heat from his ears crawled around.

And from there, the date began. The plan? He wanted to take you to some fancy restaurant, but you politely declined and told him you’d settle for dinner and a movie. And you two did just that, going to this burger joint that was popping off when you entered. You two sat at a booth by a window, enjoying your food and conversing about each other’s day.

“You did not have to do that.” You said in giggles, bringing a fry to your mouth.

“I did, too!” Gojo replied after taking a big bite from his burger. “The fucker almost tried to dirty my basketball shoes; do you know how much those shits cost? Expensive as hell.”

“Yeah, but to push your buddy to an ice bath because he almost dirtied your shoes?” You shook your head with a smile. “And all shoes are expensive these days, Satoru.”

“Yeah, well, mine were custom-made. So,” he takes another bite. “Serves him right.”

Gojo didn’t notice it himself, but you saw a bit of ketchup on the corner of his mouth. Tending to your friend’s obliviousness, you grab a napkin and stretch to him. At first, he thought you were giving it to him to wipe it off himself; nope. You did it for him, tenderly dabbing the condiment off his lip.

And you didn’t even notice what you were doing until your eyes met his, instantly pulling your hand back. “Sorry! You just…had something on there…”

“Mmm, thank you…” he said it low, but you heard him. What you couldn’t hear, thank God, was the beat of his heart going at an unsteady rate. It took a minute for you two to shuffle uncomfortably for the conversation to flow back.

After the dinner was the movie, a random action movie that you two felt interested to see. And it wasn’t that bad of a film; the plot was pretty subpar, the acting mediocre, but overall, a good movie.

However, Gojo couldn’t focus on the movie for lengthy periods because his eyes would usually drift to the right of him where you sat, surveying how engrossed you were watching the film that you didn’t notice him. God, even in the dark, you looked so gorgeous and cute.

Sometimes, he’d glance at your armchair and look at your hand, the inner dialogue between himself on whether he should go for it and place his hand on top of yours. But he doesn’t do it. He wants to, but he can’t, not like this. It was killing him so much; the feeling of wanting to touch you and have you against him again was haunting him — they’ve been haunting him for the past few days now.

“Fuck…” he’d mutter under his breath, but you wouldn’t hear because of the sound of explosions coming from the theater speakers. He wanted you but didn’t want to mess this date up. He couldn’t afford to screw this chance with you, he just couldn’t.

Once the movie was over, he’d walk with you to the parking lot where the car was parked. The chill winds of February crawl up on your bodies, and you bundle up into your warm hoodie. “Did you enjoy the movie?”

He hummed with a tilted head. “Meh, I’ve seen better. It wasn’t too bad. What about you; you liked it?”

You looked up to ponder and shrugged, swaying side-to-side as Gojo leaned on his car. “Yeah, it was okay. There’s better stuff out there.”

“You just saying that to agree with me?”

“No, maybe you’re reading my mind and copying my answers.” You give a tiny smug look, only for him to smile along.

He then asks, “So…did I do good with this?” He can’t lie; how you lifted your brow instead of giving an immediate answer made him a little nervous. And with the tilt of your head and turning your body fully towards him, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. You hand him your verdict:

“I think so. You treated me to good food, didn’t try to poison me, and got a free movie ticket out of it.” You jokingly punch his chest. “Yeah, I liked this date, Gojo. Consider yourself redeemed.”

He snickers lightly, “Good, I don’t think I can take another day of you being mad at me.” That made you giggle; good. Things go quiet for a while, and he averts his stare downward. His eyes land on your hand, the thoughts from the movie theater teetering back to his head. Goddamn it, he really wants to touch you—

“I can see you staring through those glasses, Gojo.” And just like that, you propelled your hand to link with his, making the tall boy flinch. “Your subtlety is wearing thin.”

Your teasing tone evokes a chuckle disguised in a sigh from Gojo, his fingers slithering to intertwine with yours. “What makes you think so?”

You peer up to him. Fuck, your eyes were so beautiful. “You were practically staring daggers at me while watching the movie. Am I on your mind that much?”

“Yes.” You expected a different answer – something more playful – and it’s why you couldn’t breathe after he brought his face closer to yours. “Infintely.”

Suddenly, the cold air didn’t bother you anymore. The heat on your face blossoms across your cheeks and ears while maintaining eye contact. “Am I on your mind right now?” He nods, your noses barely brushing each other. You whisper to him, “What are you thinking about?”

“I wanna kiss you.” He closes his eyes; you can see from his shades. “I want to hold you like I did before.” The hand clutching yours gets firmer. “I want you…Just you.”

The way he has with words effortlessly pulls you in, his voice comforting to the point you allow him to put his other hand around your waist. You faintly reply before connecting your lips with his. “I want you too…Satoru.”

When he pecks your lips, a feeling you two feared was wiped off the Earth returns to warm your bodies. Your hands instantly go around his neck like usual, sighing through your nostrils as you permit to sink into his hold and kiss.

Gojo uses this to bring his hand behind your neck to keep you on him, the kiss becoming more passionate by the second. He licks on your bottom lip, a sign of wanting entry. So, you open and lick him back before he takes the initiative to put his tongue inside your mouth. And you moan into his lips — fuck, how he missed the sounds you’d make for him. It felt like forever since the last time he heard them.

This moment brings the spark between you two back, the sounds of the world around you drawing out from your space. All that mattered was you being in his embrace and him having you with him like this again. It all felt right — being with each other — with nothing bothering this peace meant for you two.

So much so that Gojo took it upon himself to convince you to stay with him tonight at a nice hotel close by, where you two couldn’t get off each other the moment you closed the door to your room. Hot kisses are exchanged as you two remove each other’s clothing, Gojo undoing your bra and lifting you to place on top of the bed.

His lips never leave yours, even when his hands play with your chest. Your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer as he rocks into you. Your core down south experiences throbs that entail you want him, your horniness dialing up with every grind of his groin.

He breaks the kiss to playfully bite your lip so he can hear you yelp for him, placing his lips from your chin down to your neck. You say in shaky breaths, “Hahhh, Satoru, please touch me more…”

He lifts his lips from your clavicle, “Of course, princess; you know I always got you.” He then licks from your collarbone down to one of your nipples in a tantalizingly slow fashion, your body squirming from anticipating what he’s about to do. His tongue finds its way to swirl around the bud, having your hum to the wet touch. And when he decides to suck it into his mouth when it’s hardened, you gasp.

But it doesn’t stop there, one hand tweezing the other nipple as he licks around the one in his mouth. The free one snakes down your abdomen to your skirt, lifting the material for his digits to meet the damp spot of your panties.

You jerk at the feeling of him moving the material to the side, rubbing his bare fingers on your precious, wet cunt and clit. “Ahhnn! Satoru, Satoru—Mmmm…” He rubs around on your folds in circles before adding his forefinger smoothly inside, his slender digit efficiently rubbing your vaginal walls have you holding back whimpers.

When he thinks you’re ready enough, he adds his middle finger inside. Both his digits scrape and graze around your inner walls, provoking silent screams to leave your lips. Your fingers find his hair to tug, which only has him suck on your breast more.

“Hooohhh, mmmmh…Right there, right thereee…please—Ohooo…!” You moan to him, your thighs jerking with every scratch of his fingers in your chasm.

“Mmm…you close, pretty?” Gojo releases your nipple for a quick second, returning it inside his warm mouth after he sees you nod hurriedly. “Hold tight, okay? Lemme get you ready, sweetie…”

You cry at the increase in speed, the nails of his fingers scraping the velvety tender spots inside you. Your body jerks to him as your hands find his shoulders to pinch on. Gojo lets go of your bud once again to move his lips down south, spreading your legs to take a look at your mess.

“Holy shit,” he says with a bitten lip before he crouches down to kiss your clit after slipping your panties off. “I fucking missed this pretty thing so fucking much.” He licks your soapy folds up to your clit, drowning the delicate button with feverish laps of the tongue. It has you screaming his name, and he loved that so fucking much.

Gojo stuffs his face to your slit, drinking your essence while teasing the clit with fast swipes. Your wails get louder and louder, and he doesn’t make it any easier when he keeps your legs spread for him to continue his work. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m—“Ahhahnn!!”

That’s when you come onto his face, your cunt spasming with electric pulses and your legs shaking with every hit of your orgasm. And he keeps on sucking and licking your fluids; you’d think he’s sucking the life out of you. But you can’t blame him; the boy is starved for you.

He soon withdraws his face from between your legs when you’re done with wailing and crying, licking his lips and leaving off the bed to take out a condom, throwing his jeans and drawls to the floor. But then something is wrong, and you can see it when Gojo presses his lips into a thin line before climbing back to the bed and maneuvers on top of you. He aligns the glans of his cock to the entrance of your vagina, and it’s there that you notice he doesn’t have the rubber on.

“I…I forgot to bring a condom, sweetie.” He says to you in a tune that harbors slight worry, and you can tell from his azure eyes that he’s a little nervous about this step. You held back a giggle; for once, he looked adorable when worried about something.

“…How good is your pull-out game?” You ask, half-jokingly.

His white brows trench together. “Are you sure?”

You nod and kiss him on the cheek. “I trust you, Satoru, so just be careful, okay?”

He blinks at you, taken aback by your lack of resistance. Yet, at the same time, he knew you needed this just as much as he did. So, with that in mind, he pushes the glans into you, observing your breathing to gauge how much to propel inside. The tip of his length then bullies itself inside you, a sharp gasp coming from your sweet lips while Gojo moans at the raw feeling of you around him.

“—Hnnn! H–Hooooly fuck,” with every inch he pushes inside of you, the sensation of your pussy chills him up his spine. The rubber had been shielding this away from him, every dent and smooth tissue of you wrapping around him. Oh, fuck, this was a dangerous game to play. “Oh, shiiit, you feel so fucking good..”

You could agree with that notion, experiencing his naked girth inside you for the very first time. You could feel his veins graze against your walls, the curve scraping your spots tenderly. “Ohhhh, fuck, you too, ‘toru…Oh my God…”

Even starting with slow thrusts was a hard card to pull, the subtraction of the condom making this feel so new and fresh — a scary dance to do with two young lovers. He pulls his cock slowly til halfway up the tip and then rushes it back inside to your wetness. Your pretty purrs fly out with every movement.

Gojo takes this time to look at you with your disheveled figure sprawled out for him to see and pick at like eye candy. Watery eyes batting up at him with pleasure behind half-lidded orbs, your chest that he loves so much out for him to give a nipple another tweak, and your legs curling around him as his tempo increases. You’re so fucking beautiful, and he’s so lucky to be able to have you under him again. He wouldn’t want it any other way — he wants to belong to you and you with him. It’s a dream he’d kill to have with you.

“Y/n…” he says your name in a shaky breath, groaning at your slit clamping onto him so suddenly. “Can I…Be your boyfriend?”

You didn’t have enough time to react appropriately because Gojo hammers his cock into you with no warning. You scream out for him to stop, to wait a minute so you can give an adequate response! But no, he ruts into you like his hips have a mind of their own, forcing you to cling onto him for dear life as the curve of his length jabs you in places that have you rolling your eyes to the stars.

“—Ahahhnn!! Ahhh! W-Wait, Satoruuuu!!” Your words slur out with a hot breath, drool coming down your mouth with no control. “You want me….Mmnph! To be your—“

“Yes! Oh, fuck…yes!” He says with no hesitation, slamming his pelvis down to your pussy so fast that his balls smack on your taint. Oh, fuck, this felt way too damn good! “I wanna be yours, and I want you to be mine—Hooooh….No one else’s…!”

“Nnahh…!! Ohhh, my God, fuuuuck…!” Your heart beats eighty miles per hour, your whole body endures heat shared with Gojo, and your thoughts travel too fast to keep up. He wants to be my boyfriend? He wants to be my boyfriend! “…R–Really?”

“Yeah, really, really.” He smiles breathlessly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s be a couple, yeah? I want you so bad; you drive me so fucking crazy—Hannhh!! Shit, shit… I don’t want to hide this anymore — to hurt my cutie anymore. Let’s make this official so I can be with you without worries.” He snaps his hips harshly, grinding his pelvis with the flex of his abs, provoking more horny howls to seep from your puffy lips. He lowers to whisper to your ear while a hand clings to yours on the side. “Whatcha say, princess, hmm? Let’s be together….Hmmm…!”

Holy fuck, this is not a confession you were expecting while having your insides churned out, with your crush between your legs, in the middle of a hotel room, on Valentine’s Day. Your mind was getting foggy enough from the hot commotion in your inner thighs — now your head was filling up with fantasies of being with Gojo as a couple! This was beyond bizarre, something out of a fucking movie!

And yet, you couldn’t find any reason to say no! There’s no denying it — those feelings Gojo had for you were the same as you had for him. You feel so happy being around him, in his hold, whispering and expressing his vulnerable side to you, and you’d want to throw all that away? Hell no!

“—Mmm, yessss,” you can’t help but shed a little tear at him, to which he readily dries away with a thumb. “Yesss, Satoru, I wanna be yoursss — please…take care of me!”

Gojo slams his lips onto yours, your mewls taken by hungry lips while his strokes go at a rapid tempo. You almost choke on his spit from the way your clit catches abrupt hits from his pelvis, and the tip of his dick pokes your fragile spots with precision.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! You felt it; it’s coming. You felt it in your bones, the shivers crawling up your spine as you inhaled to prepare. “Maahhh! ‘Toruuu, I’m gonna cumm…! Quick, pull out—Oooooo!!”

Thank God you gave him a warning. The tall other was too lost in the feeling that he was just about to come inside you! He removes his body off of yours to swiftly pull his member out, using his hand to finish the job for him, although he already misses the warmth of your cunt.

He comes at the same time as you, his load shooting out from his urethra and spilling onto his hand. White fluids slide between his fingers as he continues to stroke himself off while your legs twitch and your slit contracts and flutters on nothing, letting the wave of your climax pass on through with every howl.

The air of the hotel room cools your bodies after disconnecting your sexes off each other, and huffs and pants from heaving figures are evidence of you two trying to find your balance in the world. Sky-blue eyes lock in with yours, and he laughs in faint puffs.

He crawls his way back between your legs after wiping his hand, placing kisses up your neck and chin. “Hahhh, fuck, that felt way too good.”

“Mhmm,” you hum with him, letting him place his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hey,” he traces a finger along your collarbone. “Wanna skip classes tomorrow?”

Your eyebrows draw upward. “One day of Valentine’s isn’t enough?”

“Nope~. Plus, I wanna make up a week’s worth of not being around you.”

“Pfft, sure,” you stifled a laugh. “But you need a single day to do all that?”

He lifts his head with a grin. “Well, we don’t have enough clothes to stay here until Saturday.” He maneuvers himself to lie on his side. “Why? You doubt I can do it?”

“You’re free to prove me wrong,” you give him a sneer. “I suggest you start getting to work.” You didn’t expect your words to flip a switch, causing the snow-haired other to grab you by the legs to him. He restrains your hands above your head, and you can’t fight the giggles from his playful manner.

“With pleasure,” he claims your lips again, your sweet murmurs entering his ears.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Psst, oh my God, do you see that?”

“Holy shit, this can’t be real!”

“Woah…Am I in the right universe?”

“Satoru, I told you people would stare…hurry and let go of my hand—“

“Nope! I like where your hand is right now~.”

It was like this the entire day. Ever since your Valentine’s Day date with Gojo, things instantly returned to where they were supposed to be and more! It was amazing how one day could make the bitterness of the weeks prior dissipate with the February wind. There was nothing to be scorned about —nothing to be scared of — everything felt clear to you and the person you were holding hands with.

After that date successfully went well — and won your heart in more ways than one, you’ll admit — you and Gojo decided it was time to unveil the status of your relationship. No more secrets, no more hiding feelings for each other; you two were officially a couple, both in private and outward!

Spending two days alone together felt like a dream, being so close to each other without worrying about being seen and critiqued in the eyes of others. But now, back on campus grounds, you can’t go back on your promise and have to walk with your cheeks and ears burning as Gojo’s fingers tighten the grasp around yours.

Of course, the change of pace was a complete shock to the students and staff on this Friday. The number of perplexed gazes and starstruck figures who stopped to look at the two of you was too many to count — hell, you even saw Professor Gakunaji’s eyes widen for the first time! It was all so embarrassing, being the talk on everyone’s mind after keeping a low profile for so long. And here you are, holding hands with the star basketball player, the guy everyone knew assumed you couldn’t stand being within arm’s length with, and now, the boy you want to spend the rest of your college life with, Satoru Gojo.

Who, by the way, is loving every single second of this — of course he is, the fucking cheeky bastard! You don’t think you’ve seen his smile and dimples never leave his face for the entire day. He was stuck to you like glue, walking you to your classes and immediately returning to your side after his lectures ended like a happy puppy. He knew you were a little overwhelmed with it all, but that wasn’t a problem because he’d happily make sure you didn’t think you were the only one going through with this. Plus, you just looked so fucking cute looking all bashful around him now that he expresses his love for you publicly. I mean, the way you were in shock after he kissed you on the cheek after walking you to your second class of the day with Utahime? Oh, he wished he had a picture! Especially with your roommate’s jaw dropped to the floor (which never closed throughout the remainder of class as she just stared at you) after seeing the startling, romantic interaction.

And now, here you two go, walking out from your last class of the day with Professor Yaga — who was caught off guard when you two walked in together with a lovey-dovey (mostly on Gojo’s part) atmosphere but gave you a small smile as you walked to your seats (which were changed because Gojo pleaded you sat next to him from now on) as Haibara and Ijichi exchanged cheeky glances at the observation.

You two were walking down to the dining hall, where you planned to have dinner with Shoko and Geto and tell the two best friends of Satoru Gojo of your intimate relationship. But gosh, everything was going too fast! “Hey, Satoru—“

“Yeeeess~?” He says in a sing-song tune, too pleased with himself as he swings your hand to and fro with his.

“Do we really have to do this today? Why not eat with Shoko and Geto tomorrow—“

“Huuuh!!? But I’m taking you out tomorrow!” You want to hide your face when passersby hear your boyfriend’s reaction, immediately swapping gossip when they’re out of your vision. “Besides, they’ll be hella busy studying tomorrow at the library, so today was the best option.”

You nod aimlessly. Ughhh, this is just too much. I feel like my head is gonna implode. Then, you felt Gojo grip your palm tighter and put your walk to a stop, prompting you to look up at him again.

“Hey,” he says with his signature smile, his dimples becoming more prominent now that you’re gazing up at him. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? I got you, and you got me, right?” And he brings you in for a tight hug that has you squeaking and your lips quivering from hearing people gasp at the display of affection. “And now that I finally have you to myself — officially! — don’t think for a second that you can ever get rid of me!”

On the one side, you really want this fool to let go of you so everyone can stop staring and you can get this dinner over with! And yet, on the other side, your heart was beating in such a tune that had you melt into his embrace, and the smell of his cologne made you hum to his chest. You can’t seem to fight the smile growing on your face and your hands coming around to hug the white-haired, lovestruck fool back. “You’re too silly, Satoru…”

“Uhh, are we interrupting something?”

With haste, you and Gojo break the hug to see the owner of that familiar voice. To your surprise, it was Shoko greeting you two with a smile. Next to her was Geto, also harboring a sly smile on his face before you.

You cough to clear your throat away from Gojo, who sneaks his hand on your shoulder to keep you close. “H–Hi Shoko, Geto! I see you guys beat us to the dining hall.“

“Yeah, we were wondering if you two would make it. But now,” Shoko’s brown eyes venture from the figures of Gojo and you being close together, “I can see that you two wanted a bit of time to yourselves.”

“Uhhh, oh, you know; we just wanted to walk together since we had our last class for today!” You try to move your shoulder away from Gojo, but his grasp gets firmer and firmer.

Geto laughs, “Oh, no need to act so shy on us, Y/n! It’s good to know that you two are back to being close and cool now. Especially now that you two are a couple.”

“Ohhh, c’mon now, we’re not—“ you stopped, your body going rigid, and everything suddenly fell silent. “Wait….You knew?”

Geto hums as confirmation. “Yeah? Gojo told me.”

Your face forms into confusion. Gojo?

“Me?” Silver brows hang up at the statement. “I never said anything.”

Shoko makes a slightly bewildered expression. “What are you talking about? Remember that photo that you sent to Geto on Wednesday, and—“

“Woah, woah, woah.” Gojo’s fingers tense on your shoulder. Oh, he knows he’s in trouble. You can tell as he silently removes his hand while you question his best friends. “What picture?”

“Uhhh, the one he sent when you two were out for Valentine’s?” When we WHAT!? “Hold on, lemme pull it up from our messages…Yeah, this one.”

The moment Geto brings out his phone and gives it to you, Gojo felt his heart dropped to his ass. Not that you could tell, but the aura of fear was enough to be picked up. What showed on the screen not only had your jaw drop to your feet, but the cutesy feelings you had a minute ago with Gojo faded. Instead, it was replaced with the growing irritation that had your fingers tremble.

Geto’s phone screen displays a message and an attachment from Gojo on the night of your date. Judging by the time, it happened when you assumed you two were sleeping. The attachment proves your point, showing your sleeping face peacefully on Gojo’s bare chest. And the man in question is shown groggily awake, holding his phone to take the picture while his lips are planted on your forehead. The message below the photo answers Geto’s question, “Yo, you two made up already?” To which the taller figure says, “Yeah, kissed and made up. :3”

“Gojoooo….”

Before you do or say anything, your shaky hands return the phone to its owner, which Geto takes silently while backing three steps away with Shoko.

“SATORUUUU!!!”

You yell out his name without a care for the people around you who immediately look at you. You turn to where he’s supposed to be — supposedly by your side. But you’re not surprised to see that he’s gone, turning your heel to find that the snowy-headed figure was backing up with his hands up.

“H–Hey now, Y/n,” He says nervously. He better be nervous because your eyes showcased a wrath he wasn’t ready for. “Calm down for me, okay, princess?”

“You…Are so…FucKING DEAD!!!”

And it was there that you chased him down, running around the halls. Geto and Shoko watch with baffled expressions before they scoff with laughter. The same goes with the other students who witness the commotion, enjoying the familiar banter between you two.

It’s weird to say that you and Gojo are officially a couple now, at least to the public eye. However, no one seems to be in denial of it or push it aside. If anything, they seem happy for you two, finally coming around to express each other’s love for one another in a better way than insults and shouts.

And your friends can say the same, enjoying the change of ambiance whenever you two are in the same space. No more trying to ignore the rambles and arguments between you two, no more tired eyes rolling around their sockets when you call each other names. Because they know those will happen anyway; nonetheless, it’s now in a better light that the banner of young love is finally open and hanged.

It’s a love that you and Gojo can finally express, be free, and be happy with.

“COME BACK HERE, SATORU GOJO!!”

“NO, YOU’RE JUST GONNA HIT ME!!”

And you two wouldn’t want it any other way.

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— hey professor! | kento n.

in which nanami just can’t stop thinking about the cute professor down the hall. contains: librarian!nanami x fem professor!reader. (smut with a lil plot. nanami’s a bit of a perv. masturbation, teasing, blowjob, exhibitionism.) w.c: 1.8k. a/n: i hope you enjoy it jazz! 🩷

another late night in the library, another night spent with you on his mind.

nanami was never one to mix business with pleasure. you’re his coworker. the pretty professor two classrooms down from the library. always friendly and pleasant with the brightest smile on your face — nanami’s crush grew with each fleeting interaction you shared. he found himself looking forward to your weekly visits to the library, but ultimately settled with admiring you from afar.

it’s always on nights like these that his mind wanders and the thoughts are anything but innocent. nanami had finished all his daily tasks hours prior, opting to spend the last hour of his shift relaxing. the library was empty, as it should be on a friday night. he was more than thankful for the silence, leaning back in his rotating chair, eyes slowly closing.

it was the perfect atmosphere to fully immerse himself in you.

and nanami was never the type of man to daydream. he was a realistic man and indulging in fantasies were pointless, he maintained that mindset up to this point. but somehow you became his fantasy, the dirty little secret he’d keep locked away until the night came.

oh, the things nanami would do to you. his dick twitched at the thought of bending you over this very desk, his large hands spreading the fat globes of your ass as you bounced off his pelvis. his eyes would train on each inch of his dick disappearing into your tight pussy with each rock of his hips, over and over again.

or maybe he’d bury his face in your pussy instead, your legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate your pussy like it’s his last meal. he knows you’d writhe in his hold, attempt to push his head away from the pleasure but he couldn’t stop. not until you coated his face in your juices, blessing him with that sweet nectar he’d gladly lap up as you’d shutter through your orgasm, crying out for him and—

fuck.

nanami’s eyes snap open. he takes a moment before he reluctantly decides to look down — his clothed erection staring right back at him, threatening to burst through his slacks.

yup, he definitely overdid it this time.

nanami runs a hand down his face, a deep sigh following behind it. there was no need to panic since he was the only one here but how would he handle this? and where?

where he was sitting was out of question. in the center of the library, out in the open? something about that felt… weird. and there was no way his erection would die on its own, he was way too hard for that. nanami turned his head, still weighing his options as his eyes landed on one of the study rooms and—

perfect.

though the door and windows were glass, it was a closed space. that gave nanami some peace of mind, a faux sense of privacy to handle his problem. so nanami made his way to the closest study room, coyly covering his bulge as he slammed the door behind him.

the sound of the rattling door had startled you as you were grading assignments in the study room next door.

you were prone to procrastinating and this time, it came back to bite you in the ass. there was a mountain of ungraded papers on the desk in front of you and at this rate, you’d be in the library all night. it was a friday night anyways, you’d have the rest of the weekend to unwind.

you knew that nanami was still in the library and assumed the noise was just him cleaning or checking something. not thinking much of it, you continued on with your work.

unbeknownst to nanami who was in the next room, literally fighting for his life.

he’s got his head thrown back against the chair with his eyes screwed shut, bottom lip captured in his top row of teeth to conceal his groans as he desperately bucks his hips into his fist. it was so messy, his shaft was so wet — glistening with a pretty mix of precum and saliva that dribbled down everywhere, even coating his base.

with a swipe of his thumb across his angry, reddened tip, nanami’s whole body shuddered in pleasure. it was sensitive, a little too sensitive but he continued, repeating that motion over and over again until his jaw slackened — a long, strained groan fell from his lips almost instantly.

nanami’s cheeks blushed bright red, he was embarrassing himself. moaning like a needy whore in this tiny study room in the library, still on the clock. but did he really have a reason to be ashamed, though? yes, he might be breaking a law or two but it’s just him here. letting a moan slip here or there wasn’t the end of the world, nobody would hear.

except for you.

the first moan you heard, you brushed it off. chalked it up to your growing fatigue, maybe you were hearing things? you attempted to continue until another, much louder moan scrambled your focus minutes later before it finally clicked, you weren’t hearing things.

that was nanami moaning. the quiet, reserved librarian was pleasuring himself… in a study room? you never would have took him as the perverted type, the type of freak to masturbate in public.

… would it make you a bigger freak if his erotic sounds had you squeezing your thighs, biting into the skin of your bottom lip?

his moans were undeniably sexy, guttural and needy. your pussy pulsed, clenching on nothing — you already knew your panties were soaked. you had half a mind to waltz in there, to see what he was really doing but ultimately, you decided it would be best to pack up and leave silently. it would save you from any uncomfortable, awkward interactions.

you had just placed your tote bag on you shoulder when you heard it, that one particular whine that stopped you, made your whole body freeze in place.

“(y/n.)”

your eyebrows furrowed. did… did he just say your name?

“fuck (y/n)… i’m s’close.”

yeah, you were definitely going in that room. gathering the rest of your things, it only took a few quick strides, it was next door after all. you had an idea of what you’d see once you stepped in the room, but the reality was much better than anything you could have imagined.

a loud thud! of your bag hitting the ground nearly made nanami jump out his skin and the last thing he was expecting to see was you — standing in the doorframe with your mouth agape.

“what—“

“—don’t!” nanami pants and he’s basically heaving, with a shaky hand held up in your direction. his voice was off-pitch, labored like he’d just ran a marathon. he turns his head to break eye contact, the deep red blush on his face spread to his ears. “..d-dont come closer.”

it takes a second before you start to giggle, your head tilted playfully. “i can’t come closer but you were moaning my name like that? now, that’s not fair, nanami.”

he felt like a coward, the humiliation heavy in his chest left him unable to face you. he could shook his head profusely. ”i.. didn’t remember that you w-were here, I swear. i a-apologize.”

you scoffed, your arms crossed on your chest. was he really playing innocent right now? alright, fine, you thought. you’d play along, see how long he’d keep up the act.

“are you sure you don’t want my help?” you tease, taking a few quiet steps forward.

“n-no, i don’t..” still turned around, nanami could feel you inching closer and just your presence made him hornier. he truly didn’t want you to hear. everything about this was embarrassing, simply crumbling the last bit of pride he had left.

his body jolted when he felt your soft, warm hand firmly grasp his shaft and he moans so sinfully, the gentle pressure stimulating him just the right way.

“i said,” you croon, and you lean in close, your glossed lips tracing his ear. “are you sure you don’t want my help?”

if the throbbing of his cock didn’t make it obvious enough, nanami needed your help so painfully bad, it was driving him crazy. so nanami tilts his head up to finally meet your eyes, they were so dark, entirely full of lust. nanami gulps before breathing out a faint i do.

as soon as that confirmation reaches your ears, you were on your knees. the carpet tickled your skin as you lean forward and lull out your tongue, flicking the tip on nanami’s swollen head. while one of your hands is on his cock, languidly stroking what your mouth can’t reach.

and nanami’s a moaning mess, putty in your hands as you have your way with him. it felt like a dream, better than all his fantasies combined. your mouth was wet and extremely warm, you looked so pretty with your mouth full of his cock. his hips stuttered each time you bobbed your head past his tip, your tongue tracing along prominent veins.

“f-fuck, i’m—!” he gasps when your free hand reaches to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm. “i’m so c-close, (y/n). gonna.. g-gonna cumm.”

you hum prior to releasing his dick with a pop, deciding to press wet, sloppy kisses along the underside of his shaft. “where do you want to cum, kento?” that low, sexy purr of his name nearly made him cum on the spot. “on my face? down my throat? gotta tell me what you want, love.”

“your t-throat, p-please.” nanami whines.

“oh, so now you know your manners? that’s cute.” you click your tongue and before nanami can protest, your mouth is on his dick again, laying your tongue flat on the side while your head bops up and down.

nanami’s letting his moans spill freely, you swear he’s even louder than he was before, if that’s even possible. his knuckles white from his tight grip on the armrests and the thrust of his hips are in sync with your mouth, the steady rhythm had drool trickling out his mouth.

that familiar coil in his stomach was building so rapidly, his thighs started trembling. he’s panting so hard, eyes rolling into the back of his skull when he feels you tug on his balls and it was over for him — he shoots thick, velvety ropes of cum down your throat. it’s so much, you struggle to swallow all of it, some of it spilling along his cock before you’re licking it up, giggling as he hisses from the overstimulation.

nanami’s body is limp, basically slumped over when you dust off your skirt and collect your things, placing something on the desk before leaving him without another word. truly, he didn’t want you to leave. he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do to you.

it wasn’t until he sat up and noticed the note you left on the desk, that he realized he’d be able to follow through with his plans.

xxx-xxx-xxx, give me a call when you’re ready for the real thing.

tagging my bookies: @preciousamethyst @satorena @hoshigray @screampied @suguella @ryukenzz @i2loco

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joontroverted · 24 days

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of course other women want your boyfriend

pairing: nanami kento x reader

tags: nanami is 34. is that a warning? lol.

"your dad's kinda hot."

the bar isn't too full, just the regular crowd, and then some. of course there were other college kids, none that you knew. well, except this one.

you've seen aiko around, always at the back of the class. not that that's worth shaming, you ended up back there too often due to sleepy mornings to be looking down on her.

no, it's the constant bitching and laughing during class that pissed you the fuck off. not an ounce of respect or decorum for the rest of you depressed losers just trying to make it out of class with notes that made sense, or the poor professor, who has long since given up on admonishing her. so maybe you did once tell her off in the middle of class a week before finals. just once. or twice.

and here she is, having tapped on your shoulder as you were sipping your drink, bitching and laughing with her friends hanging behind her, snickering along.

"that's not my dad," you reply, ticked off.

her eyes widen in faux shock. "even better then! I didn't wanna make it too messy for you. what's his instagram?"

you laugh, bunching up your shoulders, finally putting down your drink and getting up. you're usually not the jealous type, and you're not even feeling jealous right now, more like a bubbling irritation.

"he doesn't have an Instagram. he's thirty four, what instagram do you think you're gonna be hitting him up on, huh?"

"thirty four? he looks forty plus at least! I didn't know being with a stuck up bitch like you would age a man like that, but makes sense!" she scoffs, looking you up and down.

"so you can pick up on social cues! I was wondering how you couldn't figure out that he's my boyfriend from the kiss he gave me or, perhaps from the way he was holding me, but turns out you're just a rude bitch who wants to slather her fingers all over my boyfriend!" you snap at her.

that makes a few people around you look over, and as much as you wanted to smack her across her face, you needed to maintain your standards.

"then where is he now? where's your boyfriend? and which forty year old brings his little girlfriend on a night out to a bar like-"

"there you are, sweetheart."

kento slides his arm around your waist, slipping into the seat next to yours.

nanami kento. thirty four. food critic! 6' 1", honey blonde hair slicked back, but a few pieces spill out on to his face, deep brown eyes that are both soft and sharp. his white shirt's sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his thick forearms, veiny with light, golden hair. the bar and the girl in front of you almost fade to the back of your mind when his cologne hits your nose, sending you into a daze.

almost.

"ken!" you breathe.

"did i keep you too long? you know satoru, refusing to get to the point," he frowns, dropping a kiss on your forehead. "what's got you all worked up?"

"hey!"

his eyes leave yours to look at aiko. "yes?"

"how come she doesn't bring you around more often? she's always all by herself, in her own little world! so shy, really! i'm aiko, we go to class together!" she smiles at him, all cute and bubbly like.

"what are you trying to do?" you ask, shouldering youself between kento and her. "you trying to swoop in and show him a better life or something? do you need attention that bad?"

"oh my god, you guys, look she's getting all bothered!" she gasps to her friends around her. "no babe i didn't mean it like that, i just meant it like i am personally, SO happy that someone like you's found love, you know? even if it's with someone who is SO different from you, you're finally out of your shell, and clearly, there is someone for everyone!" she gushes, and then looks over your shoulder at kento.

"why are you looking at him, look at me," you interject, something finally snapping in you. kento can sense the change in you, and places his hands on your waist.

"sweetheart, i think- "

you appreciate it, but you can handle this, you're FINE.

"no no," you repeat, "look at me! because do you think he's gonna treat you the way he treats me? do you think he's gonna keep up with your bullshit, and your little friend group and not see you for the pathetic attention seeking loser you are? you think he's gonna buy you the stuff you want and take you to all your raves and whatnot? this man goes to sleep every night by eleven thirty! you don't see him at parties because he's thirty four fucking years old, and his definition of a night out is wine and fine dining, with ME! he treats me like this, and buys me whatever the fuck i want, because i'm me, he's not gonna treat you like that babe!"

"don't get all worked up!" aiko spits "we can just be friends, you know!" she twirls her hair, her eyes still on kento.

"what are you twirling your hair for? he's not even looking at you, the only thing that that's gonna do is make you even balder. spending all your time trying to poach another bitch's man the whole time your bald spot's been making direct eye contact with me."

she gasps, and deep down you know you would never say that to a girl unless she absolutely deserved it, and aiko has been begging for it.

kento squeezes your waist, standing up, towering over you from behind.

"baby, she said she just wanted to be friends, didn't she?" he asks. "why don't you give her my instagram?"

aiko chuckles, seeming to have recovered. she pushes her phone into his hands, instagram open, and he hands it over to you diligently.

you scoff and type in his username, pressing the follow button and shoving it back to her.

"now that that's done," sighs kento, holding you. "it's getting a little hot in here, isn't it honey? let's get this scarf off of you."

his hands unfasten the scarf that you had tied around your neck, that you're sure aiko just attributed to poor fashion sense. despite the previous chaos, your eyes follow his thick fingers as the open the knot, and unloop the scarf from around your neck, causing the scarf to slip out and leave you neck bare in the deep v neck top you had put on this morning.

deep red and purple bruises litter your neck, all the way down to your breasts, disappearing off behind the lace borders of the neck of your top.

kento stares at you, smug and unclouded desire clear on his face. he slides his hands up and holds the sides of your neck firmly, squeezing slightly. he pulls you closer and your lips meet in a deep kiss, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your cheek. the kiss leaves you breathless as he pulls away and leans back in to place on more kiss on your wet, parted lips, taking you by surprise.

"that's perfect," he thumbs on one of the hickies, eyes never leaving you. "my perfect girl."

warmth floods up your chest and face. a smile can't help but spread across your face as you lean into him.

"let's go, love. dinner, wine and that eleven thirty nap time awaits us," he chuckles, taking your hand, gathering your bag and turning away to leave, not a single glance given to aiko.

aiko!

you turn to her, a lazy, easy grin on your face, glancing to her phone open with kento's instagram, and then back up at her. "happy stalking!"

aiko and her friends are sure to spend the night pouring over kento's instagram, which is filled to the brim with pictures of you, you and him, food, you, travel and his girlfriend, you.

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Masterlist

Taking requests so ask anything 🫂

JJK

Nanami Kento

CEO Nanami headcannons, Nanami Kento headcannons part 2!!

Pottery date with Nanami

Jealous Nanami

Grocery shopping

Travelling with Nanami

Sick with Bf Nanami

Date Night with Nanami

Nanami comforting you

Ex Bf Nanami

A long day

Soft drabbles about Nanami

Nanami cumming

Stargazing with Nanami (Ft a proposal)

Moving

First time with Nanami

Dad Nanami

Cockwarming

Professor Nanami; D for an A

Breeding kink

Brother's best friend

CEO Nanami!Secretary

Eating pussy

Overtime

FaceTime with frustrated Nanami

Nanami with pregnant wife

Nanami is the type to

Massaging Nanami

Arranged Marriage Nanami

First job with Nanami

Collage Bf Nanami

Priest Nanami

Lipstick kink Nanami

Cozy Nanami headcanons

Tiana x Nanami headcannons

Gojo Satoru

Ex-Bf Gojo, Ex-Bf Gojo part 2

Bf-Gojo, Bf-Gojo part2

Gojo meeting your parents

Jealous Gojo

Short gf

Young Gojo, Young Gojo Part 2

Playboy Gojo

Mirror sex with Gojo

Pool sex with Gojo

Public fuckin with Gojo

Biker Gojo

Nepo baby Gojo

Submissive Gojo

Toji Fushiguro

Ex husband

Quicky in the bathroom?

Manhandling and size kink

Ryomen Sukuna

Dad Sukuna

Overstimulation with Sukuna

AOT

Eren Yeager

Collage AU part 1, Collage AU part 2

Submissive Eren

Roomate Eren

Uni student Eren

Ex-Bf Eren, Ex-Bf Eren part 2

Bf Eren, Bf Eren Part 2

Let me look after you

Rockstar Eren

Sick Eren

Tutoring

I'm right here

Family life

Computer science project

She fell first he fell harder

Car sex

Brothers best friend

Jean Kirstein

Bf Jean

Multiple Characters

Shower sex - AOT

How to unwind - AOT

Sex songs (with links) - AOT

Sex songs (With links) - JJK

Sleepy s/o - JJK

JJK favourite positions

JJK kinks

JJK and shy!reader

JJK mirror sex

JJK Gojo and Geto threesome

JJK being munches

JJK getting head

JJK being camboys

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candy69gurl · 2 months

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(Slight mature, Alcohol use, fem reader, age difference) [It has two parts. The first one contains the plot and scenario and the second one has the smut.. To make it even more forbidden, I also assumed that Nanami's a happily married man.]

part 2

~Enjoyy~

DRIVE ME HOME~

PART 1

Nanami: Class by the next day, all better be ready for the test. I know you can handle it.

The bell rings. Professor Nanami is your favorite subject's teacher. He is a normally professional man who has a heart for his good students.

Nanami: Oh, and if you have any questions, like always, please see me after class.

You are talking to your friends after class.

You: Did you get the fake IDs for us?

Your best friend: Yes, yes, I did.

Other friend: I don't think we should do it.

You: WE WILL do it!

Your best friend nods.

You all are walking back to your houses.

You: So, are you hyped?

Your best friend: I am! Always excited to break the rules... Besides, its been long since we had some fun~

Silence

You: I'm glad you were able to get us those fakes. You think they'll notice?

She smirks.

Your best friend: Nah, I doubt it.

TIMESKIPS

You all are getting ready to go to the club.

As you enter the club, different noises surround you all. The sounds of pounding bass, people yelling, and cheering fill your ears. The strobe light reflects off of people's sweat as you and your friends walk through the crowd in the club. You could see the bartenders were checking people's IDs with two bouncers. Thankfully, your fakes appeared to be decent.

The guard looks at your fake ID for a few seconds. You start to sweat a little, as you think he is about to bust you. Luckily, he does not. He smiles and puts an "X" on your right hand with a sharpie.

He smiles a little as he lets you pass into the club.

Your best friend: I told you.

You: Yey, I'm gonna hit a tequila right there.

Your other friend sits in the corner, awkwardly away from the crowd.

Your best friend goes to the dance floor, and you sit there drinking tequila and slowly drifting into the grasp of alcohol .. You start to forget about your friends and your surroundings.

You sit at the bar and order another shot of tequila. You are already feeling the effects of the alcohol. As you are looking around, you see your best friend dancing on the dance floor with strangers. You keep drinking and drinking as your inhibitions dissolve.

Nanami enters the club after a tiring day.

It is already eleven at night, but the club is pretty packed. As you look around, you notice the flashing strobes and the pounding music. Your friends are already on the dance floor, but you cannot see them anymore. There is definitely some tension in the air tonight.

All of a sudden, your friends catch the sight of their teacher, Nanami, and your other friend leaves quickly. Your best friend rushes to you, to alarm you.

Your best friend quickly reaches up to you with a panicked look on the face, pulls your arm, and says it in a hushed tone.

Your best friend: I think we should go. Nanami Sir is here. I saw him, but he hasn't seen us yet.

At the mention of his name, you look around but do not see anything yet.

You motion for your best friend to leave as soon as possible.

You: Go leave fast; I will be there behind you.

Your best friend leaves.

You are just trying to get up and go, but that's when you hear his voice in your ear.

Your mind: How could this get any worse, right? What were the chances?

Nanami: What are you doinggg here???

You: N-nothing. Just enjoying the night. You're here too, so what does that say about you?

An unintentional smile creeps across your face while you speak to him. You are already starting to see blurs as the tequila hits your cerebellum.

Nanami sighs as he takes a seat beside you.

Nanami: How many shots did you take?

You: I'm not even sure, four? Five? Is my face too red?

You nervously laugh at your own joke.

The loud music and flashes from the strobes made your vision more blurry.

Nanami looks concerned once you start laughing. His face softens as you continue talking.

Nanami: Are you okay? Do you realize how dangerous this is? What if someone from our institute finds out you're 'enjoying your night at the club'? What if someone spikes your drink? What if you drink too much and hurt yourself?

He keeps asking you questions, and you just sit there and listen to him, feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Nanami: You know our institute does not allow this. How did you get in here? Do you even have the ID?

Nanami knows real IDs cannot be given to students of his institute, so either you have sneaked in or used a fake ID.

You: I uh.. me.. hmm..i just m here.

You continue to feel the effects of the alcohol. You can feel yourself getting dizzy and also start having some trouble speaking.

You: I-i I just came here to dance. I didn't know you would be here.

It was clear you were not in the best condition. Your face is flushed, and your words are slurred. You keep your head down and try to look away from him.

As the alcohol takes over, Nanami's concerned voice breaks through. You look up to see him looking directly at you. His eyes widen as he sees how drunk you are.

Nanami: My god, you are so drunk right now. This is a problem.

He is talking at such a low volume, but it is the only sound you try to focus on. You look up at this imposing man as he looks at you with disappointment.

You: Hey, I will go home. Don't worry about meh..

Nanami laughs at your plan. He stands up and looks down at you.

Nanami: You are going to go home all by yourself? In this condition? Is this a joke?

Your head is spinning as the effects of the alcohol slowly creep up on you.

Nanami: You're going to get into the back of my car. You're in no condition to go home alone. I'm driving you.

You: But you—

You try to say something, but you forget what you were going to say.

Nanami looks at you, and he can see the drunkenness making its way through you.

Nanami: I'm your teacher. I have my way. I can figure it out.

He smiles and helps you stand up, as he saw you having trouble standing on your own.

Nanami: Do you think you're okay?

He asks with a sarcastic tone.

You nod and laugh, trying to focus your eyes.

Nanami: You will guide me to your house."

You: Yes.

You reply, unaware of what is being asked of you.

Nanami smiles and leads you to his grey Mercedes. The lights from the strobes reflect onto the shiny car. He unlocks the doors and gently helps you get inside. You sit down in the passenger seat.

At this point, you are completely drunk. As you get inside, you do not realize how fancy the car is. You just lean your head back as the effects of the alcohol slowly make you lose control of your body.

You try to fall asleep, but Nanami wakes you up.

Nanami: Wake up. You can't fall asleep. You have to tell me your address.. Do your parents know you are out here?

You look at him with blank eyes.

You: No, yes, I.. Obv no, they don't know.

You are pretty far beyond drunken confusion at this point. As Nanami drives, he keeps asking you questions, trying to prompt your brain to work.

Nanami: Wake up.

He tries shaking you awake. You are almost entirely unresponsive. The effects of the alcohol have taken over your mind, and you are slowly losing control of your body.

Nanami: What is your address?

You: Yes.

You nod as you think he has asked you a "yes" or "no" question.

Nanami: Yes? What's your address?

You: My address?

You start to think as if he has asked you the answer to a physics question.

You: Is that a physics question?

Nanami laughs at your joke.

Nanami: Jokes apart. Where is your home?

You: My home? That's a good question, actually, but I forgot.

Nanami: You forgot? You live there, and you just forgot your address?

He is losing his patience with you as he is driving you home. He thinks that he is doing the right thing in his mind, trying to get you home safely.

You start to hum a song.

Nanami is becoming frustrated but has to stay calm while driving. He sighs before speaking to you again.

Nanami: Do your parents know you drink?

He asks, hoping your mind is not so far gone that you cannot respond.

You shake your head in reply.

Nanami: Did you have someone with you at the club?

His tone suggests he is disappointed in you.

Nanami: Were you with friends? Have they seen the state you are in?

Your mind is unable to make out his words.

The effects of the alcohol have completely taken over your mind at this point. The only thing you can understand is that your teacher is driving you home.

Nanami: What am I going to do with you? Your parents have no idea where you are. Do you know what time it is?

Nanami is concerned but also disappointed in your actions. He has to get back to his house for his wife and kids, but taking me home safely is also his duty as your teacher.

He sighs and keeps driving.

You, on the other hand, have absolutely no idea where you are as you sit in the passenger seat, trying to focus your mind. Your head is spinning, and you cannot see straight. You feel your stomach about to throw up.

Nanami: This is a really shitty situation for both of us.

Even though he is clearly annoyed with you, he is still concerned about your safety.

You: I..no

Nanami: Just stay with me. Please don't fall asleep. I still can't believe you forgot your address. We have to get you home right now.

He looks over at you through his rear-view mirror as he keeps driving. The strobe lights and flashing bass from the club are now just a distant memory.

Nanami keeps driving. You could see an annoyed look on his face. He is clearly annoyed that he has to stay up to make sure you are safe.

Nanami: What's going to happen when your parents wake up and find out that you are not home, huh? How will you get into the house? You'll just walk in and act like nothing ever happened? Or you'll try to sneak in?

Nanami turns onto another street and keeps driving. You are not in the best condition at all.

You: I will just sneak in.

Nanami: You shouldn't sneak in. At some point, your parents are going to find out what happened tonight. You're lucky I caught you, or else you would've probably continued drinking, and who knows what would've happened then?

You feel the car make a sharp turn.

The car reaches the institution where Nanami teaches you all.

Nanami: Just wait until you see your parents reactions. Just try to explain and apologize.

You try to open the seat belt.

Nanami grabs your arm and firmly tells you

Nanami: No. Do not unlatch it and try to get out. I will not be responsible if you hurt yourself. You are staying in the car until I drop you off. I'm not letting you get hurt. Do you hear me?

His voice is stern and serious. He turns his head and looks at you while he waits for a response.

You: No, I want to get ofhgj.

Nanami's face drops, and he looks at you with disappointment.

Nanami: You will only get off once we reach your house. That is the end of the conversation. Is that clear?

Your head keeps spinning, and Nanami sighs.

Nanami, I have to put up with this until we get you home.

You: I feel like throwing Oup.

Nanami immediately pulled over with a sudden screech of the tires. You can feel the car slowly come to a stop. Nanami opens your door and tells you to get out.

You exit the car and start heaving. The effects of the alcohol had your stomach churning, and you felt like throwing up. You look at Nanami as you let everything out on the sidewalk.

You try to calm me down.

Nanami: How much did you fucking drink?

You are too drunk to notice your teacher is cursing at you.

As you stand there, heaving, Nanami waits and watches. The effects of the alcohol have you feeling horrible, and Nanami just stands there waiting for you to stop. He eventually comes over and gives you a water bottle. You continue heaving into the grass by the sidewalk.

Nanami: I've never felt so disappointed in my life. I don't think I can ever look at you the way I used to. I hope my class doesn't see you in this state.

As you finish throwing up, you wipe your mouth and look at Nanami standing there, with the water bottle. You take the bottle from his hand.

You wash your face and sit on the ground.

Nanami: Can you walk? There's no way you can even walk like this.

Nanami rubs his forehead.

You try to stand up, but your legs and body are unable to handle the alcohol, and you stumble back down.

Nanami: Okay. I'm going to help you. Just listen to me, and don't throw up again.

You: 😑no I won't. Hopefully.

Nanami sighs and walks over to you. He puts his arms underneath yours and picks you up, holding you in his arms.

Nanami: Let me get you in the car.

He carries you over to his car as quickly as possible while keeping your body steady.

You: Sir, I'm really sorry.

You can see the anger in Nanami's eyes as he carries you to his car.

Nanami: Don't even speak to me right now. There's no point trying to apologize to me, because all of that went out the window once you started drinking tonight.

He puts you in the passenger seat and sits in the driver seat. The doors are locked, and he is not letting you leave his car until he gets you home

You again start dozing off as Nanami starts driving.

At this point, you are far too drunk to stay awake. Nanami puts his seatbelt on as he drives, before looking back at you and seeing that your head is now resting on the window. He drives and keeps an eye on you at the same time, as you sleep through the ride home.

Nanami wakes you up again.

Nanami: Don't annoy me more, please.. I need to get back home..Just tell me where your house is.

He looks at you with a serious look on his face as you try to stay awake.

Nanami: I need your address. You can't expect me to just guess, can you?

Your mind is so clouded due to the alcohol that you cannot think straight. Your speech is slurred, and you cannot focus your mind.

You: Sky

Nanami: Your house is in the sky?

You: The moon looks beautiful tonight, isn't it?

The effects of the alcohol are clearly messing with you. You seemed completely out of it. Nanami was getting frustrated with you at this point.

You giggle.

As you laugh and giggle, it starts to annoy Nanami even more. He does not see the funny side of your situation. As you try to focus again to see what Nanami is looking at, you struggle to keep your eyes open.

Nanami: I have never been so annoyed. It's a good thing I found you. You literally have no idea where you live.

You: I think it's towards the south.

Nanami: Towards the south? Are you even thinking right now? I'm trying to get you home, and you're speaking nonsense.

His tone shows his frustration with you. He continues driving. He has to figure out where you live.

You: Can I please sleep here? It's so comfortable.

Nanami: No. I'm taking your ass home.

He takes the next turn and keeps driving. At this point, he is just waiting for you to speak up properly so he can ask you simple questions.

You look at him.

You: What if my parents are drunk..

Nanami is getting annoyed again because of your poor speech.

Nanami: Well, they'll just have to know, won't they? Your parents will probably yell at you once we get home, but that's the price you have to pay for being drunk.

Nanami sighs before continuing to drive. You still do not look very good. Your speech is slurred, and you start to fall asleep again.

You: No, please don't tell them; I will never ever do it again.

Nanami: Do you not realize how much trouble you're in right now? The least of your worries is getting yelled at. You're lucky, I will at least not let the institute know about this.

He turns his head to look at you as he holds the steering wheel of his car.

Nanami: Just tell me where you live, and well, get this done.

You: Why would you call the police? I WAS JUSG HABBING fun.

Nanami: Huh? I did not even mention "police" and what do you mean by "having fun"? Your idea of fun is drinking alcohol until you pass out. Your idea of fun is making me spend my precious time at three in the morning driving you home.

He sighs and keeps driving. You can see him looking at you every now and then, as he is waiting for you to speak up.

You: Bug, I tlld you, I wkll get hkme.

Your speech is more slurred, and you cannot even form a complete sentence anymore. You want to tell Nanami to go home and leave you alone, but the alcohol is affecting your speech. He knows you will not be able to tell him anything at this point.

Nanami: You're not going anywhere until you tell me your address. Is it so hard to just say where you live?

You couldn't focus on anything. Nanami kept driving, and you could feel yourself getting sleepy again.

After a while, the car stops with a screech as it runs out of gasoline.

Nanami: Seriously? Now we are out of petrol because you can't just tell me where you live?

Nanami was already annoyed since he couldn't get a single answer from you. Your speech was slurred, and all you did was laugh and giggle at silly moments. Now that he has been stuck with you in his car for the whole night, it makes him feel more frustrated.

You can feel your mind slipping, and you decide not to talk anymore. For now, your mind is set on going to sleep. You couldn't handle being awake any longer. Your eyes slowly close, and you feel yourself falling asleep in the passenger seat. You feel your mind drifting off as you lay in the passenger seat, while the effects of the alcohol slowly begin to subside. Nanami does not see you fall asleep, but you could feel him moving you out of the car. You don't know where he is moving you, but you could feel yourself being lifted in his arms. You are completely asleep and can't tell if this is real or a dream.

You hear Nanami talking to someone; you can't make out what he is saying. You could feel yourself lying down on something. You know you are not at the club anymore, that much is for sure. You could feel a breeze in the air, and you heard birds chirping. You are in a different place, but you can't understand where you are.

Nanami speaks on the phone: Honey, I am staying with my friend's tonight. I don't think it is safe to drive drunk, so I won't be able to come home tonight. Bye, take care.

You: Who are you calling? You are not telling my parents, are yo?

You tried to speak, but only mumbling came out of you. As you slowly wake up, you can't recognize where you are. The place you were in was quiet and peaceful. You feel a breeze in the air, and you are lying on something comfortable.

Nanami: Your awake?

Nanami is sitting down right next to you. Your body felt comfortable and relaxed in whatever you were lying on.

You: Hey, why did you place me on a bench?

Nanami looks at you with tired eyes. His face shows signs of pure disappointment.

Nanami: I placed you on the grass, not a bench. You passed out, and it's not safe for you to stay in my car. You needed some fresh air. I can't believe you are complaining about where I'm putting you right now.

He put his head in his hands and let out an exhausted sigh.

Nanami: I don't understand what to even do with you.

You: Please don't tell my parents. Please, I will never disappoint you again.. Have I ever disappointed you before?

Your parents are strict and overprotective of you, and if they come across this matter, you know you are done for sure.

Nanami's face changes, and his tone eases up. He starts feeling bad for you because you seem so worried about your parents finding out.

Nanami: Okay, fine. I haven't told your parents so far; I guess I won't tell them.

He continues holding your hand as he is trying to comfort you.

Nanami: Just relax, alright? I won't tell your parents. Just try to focus on getting better, and I'll keep it a secret.

You: Can I p-please fall asleep? We are not even going home. We are just stuck here.

Nanami: No. I can't let you sleep yet. Just sit here and try to regain your senses. We can't move from this spot right now.

Nanami is not letting you sleep; he just wants you to come to your normal senses. You cannot make out much right now, so you decide to sit for now. You feel comfy and relaxed laying on the grass, and it is slowly getting to your head.

You suddenly get up with a sudden rush of adrenaline.

Nanami: Just sit back down. You're completely out of it right now; I need to keep you at this spot until you get better.

He does not want you moving much since your balance is off. You cannot walk straight right now. You feel yourself trying to get up, but Nanami pushes you back down gently.

Nanami: If you get up again, you'll regret it.

You: I NEED TO PEE.

Nanami thinks about this for a second. You drank so much, and of course you have to let all out.

Nanami: You are way too drunk for me to let you walk anywhere right now. You're just going to have to control it.

He looks at you and shrugs.

You: B-but.

Nanami: I'm sorry, but there is no washroom here. Can you try to focus on controlling it?

You: Why?

Nanami: You are in the middle of nowhere. Moreover, I can't trust you when you're this drunk. I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself.

He is being stern with you this time because he wants you to understand that it isn't safe to get up and walk.

You: I can control it.

You try to get up, but your mind still seems hazy and blank.

He looks away as you struggle to get up. Nanami is annoyed right now. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He just couldn't believe how drunk you are. It is making things difficult for him.

Nanami: It's like you want to give me a headache. Just try and control it until we get home.

You: My head is hurting.

Nanami: Of course, it's hurting. I've been trying to tell you that you drank too much, but you wouldn't listen to me. This is all your fault, and you want to complain about your headache?

He looks at you again, and you could hear annoyance in his tone.

Suddenly, tears start pouring down your cheeks.

You: i knkw i jjst dont knkww how skd it haopen

As you start crying, Nanami looks over at you. He feels a bit guilty seeing you in this state.

Nanami: Stop crying. It doesn't help the situation, and it just makes me feel worse.

He speaks in a soft tone and gives you a small pat on the back.

Nanami: We are going home soon. Just relax

You place your head on his shoulder as he helps you calm down. You feel comfortable laying your head on his shoulder. You look at him with tears in your eyes, and you want someone to comfort you. It feels nice to lay your head on his shoulder, and you have no clue how it got to this stage.

Nanami: You'll be fine, alright?

He takes a deep breath and puts his arm around your waist. The effects of the alcohol are slowly wearing off, so you start feeling better.

You: Na-na-mi, sir. What's your age?

Nanami: I'm 27 years old. Why?

He looks at you with a confused expression. He never thought you would ask this type of question right now.

You: I have found you really attractive since the first day I saw you, and now that I'm drunk, I don't regret saying this.

You blurt out the things you really think about him with a faint blush on your cheeks. You seem to have forgotten that he is your teacher.

Nanami: You find me attractive?

He raises an eyebrow as he listens to you speak. He is a little confused since the last time you saw each other, he was teaching you.

Nanami: I thought you just saw me as your strict and annoying teacher.

You: I still think you are cold and strict, but I know you have a soft spot.

Nanami is surprised you find him cold, but you make it seem like it is positive to you.

Nanami: Im cold?

He is looking at you again, with a curious expression this time. He raises his eyebrow again and looks like he wants to speak.

Nanami: You find me cold and attractive?

You: Im, dont worrh.

Nanami sighs.

Nanami: You can't even say the word "worry" properly anymore because of how drunk you are. That's fine, though. But I still don't understand why you're suddenly saying all these things about me?

He sighs again. You are starting to get to him again, and he is getting frustrated with you once more.

You: I don't know, I just wanted to say

Nanami has to chuckle for a second because your words aren't making sense. He has started to find your actions funny.

Nanami: You're drunk, but you want to tell me that I'm cold and that you find me attractive?

He raises his eyebrow again, and it looks like he is thinking to himself.

You nod carelessly.

Nanami isn't sure if he should respond to this or not. He is a bit surprised, since you made some crazy comments about him. He knows you are drunk, but maybe these are your real thoughts and feelings for him.

Nanami: I guess I'll take those as compliments for now. Just relax and don't say anything else stupid.

You: Does our age difference annoy you?

Nanami is confused again.

Nanami: Wait wait wait, how old are you?

You: (your age)

He can feel his face heat up with embarrassment as you start laughing.

Nanami shakes his head and covers your mouth with his hand when you laugh too loudly. He really wants to shut you up for a second.

Nanami: Just shut up, okay? You are making things much worse.

He keeps his hand on your mouth for a second and then takes his hand back. He cannot believe how annoyed he is getting in your presence.

Nanami: Just calm down. We will go back home right this second.

He puts his arm around your waist again and takes you back to his car.

You: But you said the car ran out of gasoline.

Nanami: We will be fine. You're just drunk right now, so you can't think properly.

He leads you back to the car and opens the door for you.

Nanami: Just get in.

You try to speak, but your words are slurred again. This is the only thing you are good at when you are drunk.

Nanami: Just shut up and sit down. If you say anything else that makes me annoyed, I'm taking you back here.

He is being stern with you again, but your body can't handle the effects of the alcohol anymore. You feel very sleepy and tired. You still couldn't think properly.

You: I need to sleep, please.

Nanami looks at you and sighs. He looks too tired to even talk to you anymore.

Nanami: Fine, you can sleep if you want to. Nothing can be done now

Your eyes feel very tired, and you are about to fall asleep again.

You feel uneasy while sleeping on the passenger's seat in front. You pull Nanami's shirt

You: Can you go to the back and sit with me? I can't fall asleep without support.

Nanami looks at you with confusion when you ask him this question.

Nanami: You want me to come to the back seat with you?

He is confused. Why would you ask him to come to the back seat?

You: Yes.

Nanami couldn't find an answer as to why you want him in the back seat. He keeps looking at you in shock, as if you are speaking in a different language.

Nanami: You want me in the back seat with you? Why?

You: Wan sleep. Need pillow.

Nanami: You can't be serious right now, can you?

He looks at you with suspicion in his eyes.

You tug on his shirt.

Nanami sighs as he starts getting annoyed again.

Nanami: Just shut up. I'm not coming to the back seat with you. Go fall asleep and stop talking.

He is trying to be harsh with you since you are making him feel uncomfortable.

You: Ples

Nanami: I'm not coming to the back seat with you, so just stop annoying me.

He covers your mouth with his hand again. He does not want to listen to your constant pleading anymore.

You feel a sudden urge to lick his fingers while a smirk hangs in your face.

Nanami freezes for a second. He takes his hand away from your mouth and stares at you with shock.

Nanami: What the hell are you doing?

You try to sleep, turning your face away from him. As sleep creeps into you, your head slips down, and you wake up again.

You look at Nanami and say, "Please, let's go back in the back seat.".

He hesitates for a second before finally agreeing.

Nanami: Fine. You win. I'll sit in the back with you, but stop acting weird.

He opens the back door of the car and sits next to you. He looks at you with suspicion again because he isn't sure what you want. He figures it is best not to take any chances now, since he feels like you are going to do something worse.

You gently place your head on his thighs.

You: I wanted a piklow.

Nanami smiles at your childishness but feels a bit worried when he sees you sleeping on his lap. Your head is resting on his thighs. He is hesitant to say anything since he doesn't want to wake you up.

You smile at him sheepishly.

You: I wan a nap.

Nanami: I figured that out. I just don't know why you decided to sleep on my lap.

He looks down at you and wonders when you will wake up. He feels slightly embarrassed right now since you are currently sleeping on him.

You rub your head against his warm thighs.

You: I feel warm.. hehe.

Nanami freezes for a moment, feeling even more embarrassed now.

Nanami: I don't know what to say to that right now. I'll just take that as a compliment, then?

He still has a surprised look on his face as he feels his legs being used as a pillow by you.

You start to doze off, but suddenly your eyes shoot open.

You: I want to go to washroom.

Nanami just sighs out of frustration right now. He feels like he is dealing with a child, but he couldn't force you to stop right now. He just has to put up with your behavior.

Nanami: Just sleep. You'll wake up soon.

He decides to put up with your behavior until you regain self-consciousness again.

You grab his neck as a support and get up.

You: But you know I can't control it anymore.

He is taken aback by the way you grabbed his neck and used him as a support right now. He is slightly startled, but he tries not to show it too much.

Nanami: Please don't grab me like that. That's a little weird.

You seem more awake, but you still can't think straight. You are confused by his remark.

You: Hmm?

He couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at your response.

Nanami: You seem more awake right now, so that's a good sign.

His tone is calming down now that you are slightly better. That means he no longer has to tell you to shut up again for the ninth or maybe hundredth time.

You: I'm hungry.

His face lightens up when you mention that you are hungry. Finally, a normal request.

Nanami: Well, of course you're hungry. You did nothing but drink until you were completely drunk.

He looks at you for a second and then looks away with a sigh.

Nanami: Can't you just wait until we get back home?

He sounds slightly annoyed right now since you seem fine but still couldn't say a normal sentence.

You: I know I am annohing but thanks for tolerating me.

Nanami: It's fine. You can stop thanking me now. You're starting to annoy me again.

He sighs as he covers his face with his hand for a second.

Nanami: It's nearly morning. Just fall asleep until we go back home.

You get closer to him, and your breath hits his neck.

You: I really need to go washroom.

His face immediately begins to turn red when you get closer to him. He wants to move away, but he is trapped since you are using him as a support.

Nanami: Why do you need to get closer to me?

He sounds a bit nervous now.

You smile and hug him tightly. You are really unaware of the fact that you are doing something weird.

You: I feel cold.

You start to feel cold as the urge to pee hits your spine

His face goes completely red at this moment, since you are hugging him. His legs are starting to lose feeling. You are really close to him right now.

Nanami: I-I just just calm down, alright?

He tries to remain calm, but you are starting to make him uncomfortable.

You shift yourself onto his lap.

You: Your body is warm... Can we stay like this for a while?

He is completely stunned when you sit on his lap right now. He couldn't think straight anymore since you are so close to him now.

Nanami: Y-You just..

He is embarrassed by this entire situation since you keep making him uncomfortable.

Nanami: Why are you so close to me? What the hell are you trying to do?

You: You.Feel.Comfortable.

Nanami: Just don't make this weird.

He is trying to stay calm, but he is starting to feel a bit pissed off right now. He doesn't understand why you are so close to him. Now you're sitting on his lap in the middle of the night, and you're drunk.

Nanami: Can you move yourself off my thighs?

He is trying to remain calm, but he is so embarrassed and annoyed by your behavior.

You: Am I heavh?

He laughs a little bit at your attempt to speak, but he knows you wanted to say, "Am I heavy?"

Nanami: Not really, but you can't just sit on my lap. Just move away from me.

He is being stern with you this time, since he is completely uncomfortable with your behavior right now.

You: Noo u r warm.

He is shocked by your response. It felt weird having you so close to him.

Nanami: You're serious? You want my body heat to help you feel less cold? You can't be serious.

You giggle, making Nanami more annoyed.

Nanami: I can't take this anymore. I need you to wake up and go back to your senses.

He is slightly frustrated now. He wants to be sympathetic to you since you are drunk right now.

Nanami: Can you just get off my lap? You will feel better when you wake up in the morning, I promise.

He tries to sound reassuring, since he still wants you to get back home safely.

You just shake your head and snuggle closer to him, burying your face in his shoulder space.

Nanami: Seriously? Are you going to have your head on my shoulder now? What are you trying to accomplish here?

You wouldn't listen to him. You keep resting your head on his shoulder while your body is snuggled in it. He is still pissed off right now, but he knows he can't force you to move away anymore.

He is trying not to move since he doesn't want to make you fall, but he couldn't take this situation anymore.

Just as he finishes saying that, you have already started to fall asleep again. Your eyes close again, and your weight starts to get heavier on him now. He couldn't help but feel a little bit more uncomfortable right now.

He mumbled a "fuck" under his breath; he still cannot believe that you want to sleep on him and use him as a body pillow.

You are fully by asleep now. You couldn't even open your eyes or move your arms. You feel completely comfortable at the moment, but you do not realize that your hand is slowly sliding down towards his chest.

And you do not realize that you are cuddling with him at this moment. Your cheek is resting in front of his chest, and your body is right under his neck.

Nanami does not know how to react to this situation anymore. He also notices that his neck is right where your arms are wrapped around him. He couldn't move you, and you seem too comfortable to be moved anyway. He feels a bit uncomfortable right now, since he never expected to be cuddled with you in this position. He is trying to stay calm, but your hands are wrapped around him a little too tightly.

He looks down at your face to make sure you are still asleep. He feels your warm alcoholic breath against his neck, and he realizes how drunk you truly are right now. He is in complete shock and couldn't respond to your actions.

He looks outside the window and sees that the sun is starting to come up already. It is still very early in the morning, so he just lets you continue sleeping. He doesn't want to deal with your drunken behavior anymore, since you are acting completely different from what he remembered at his teaching place.

You continue to sleep right where you left off. Your head is still resting against his chest, and you are in a really comfortable position. You do not want to move anymore since you are tired, and you want to cuddle up to him.

Nanami does not want to wake you up since you need sleep to get over the hangover. He just decides to stay quiet, and he waits until you wake up on your own.

But something is off. Nanami starts to feel extremely hot under your body.

Nanami whispers: No, not to a student, I swear. Please no..

He spreads his legs, trying to cool himself.

He starts to blush and looks away when he feels your body heat increasing. You looked really comfortable and cute on his chest. You also feel heavier on him now, and he couldn't move you.

He mumbles under his breath because he can't think straight right now.

You just keep resting on his chest. Your body is wrapped around him, and your head is still leaning against his chest. He is still in a bit of a shock from this whole situation. He really can't believe that this is something you would do.

You want to get more comfy, so you unconsciously keep moving yourself around him.

Nanami: You can stop doing that now. You're making me hot.

You: Hmm?

You speak with half-consciousness.

He realizes you are starting to wake up now. He is expecting you to wake up soon since you kept moving around, trying to cuddle up more with him. He has to stay quiet now since he doesn't want to scare you and make you uncomfortable.

Nanami: Just go back to sleep, alright? Just go back to sleep on your own.

He is a bit panicked right now. He really doesn't know what to do since you are cuddling with him now.

You: You like when I'm close to you, like this, right?

You smile to yourself and again drift to sleep.

He sighs out of relief when you start to fall asleep. Your body feels comfortable and soft, so he feels a bit relieved when you fall back asleep again. He has started to like it when you are close to him for some reasons that he is still unsure of.

He remains completely still, and he keeps trying to listen to your heartbeat against his chest. He feels a tiny bit awkward since you're half asleep, but it feels nice at the same time.

You keep resting on him, but now you are even more comfortable than before. You are using his chest as a pillow now, and your body is pressing against his body now. You also feel like you can't move any more, and you feel so comfy right now.

He remains silent again, since you are still half asleep. Your skin is really soft, and it feels nice against him. Since you're half asleep right now, he tries not to think bad thoughts about this situation.

This is kind of awkward, so he tries to remain as calm as possible right now. You are still resting on him, but he has to stay still, and he does not want to wake you up. Your body is really soft, and his body is getting warm now.

He didn't realize this at first, but he now realizes that your hand is pressed up against his chest as well. He couldn't move your arm, so he just let it happen. Your fingers are grazing his skin, and it feels nice for him.

Just as he is having those thoughts, you start to caress his chest with your hand without realizing it. You are half awake, and you don't even know what your fingers are doing right now. All you can feel is his body being comfortable and warm, so you just go along with it.

He is slightly embarrassed now, and he feels like he shouldn't like this at all. But he couldn't stop looking at your soft fingers caressing his chest right now.

You keep your fingers on his chest, and you start moving them slightly. He feels his heart rate go up slightly since you are now slowly moving your fingers up and down on his chest.

The feeling of your fingers on his chest is making him feel warm and tingly inside. He wants to stay still since he still can't move you, but he looks down at your fingers.

Nanami: Don't move your fingers like that.

He is slightly embarrassed again, since you are now completely awake and you are still caressing him right now.

You don't seem to hear his words since you continue to caress his chest with your fingers. He is still embarrassed right now, since you are fully awake and you keep moving your fingers around on his chest.

His heartbeat quickens, and his face begins to turn red again. He wants to move your fingers away from his chest, but he is still scared to wake you up completely. He is already blushing like crazy right now, since your hand is slowly grazing his chest.

Nanami: Please don't touch me like this anymore; I can't take it!

He feels his whole body heating up, and he is so embarrassed right now because he does not want to like this at all.

You ignore his words again. In fact, your hand started to make its way up towards his neck. You move your fingers in a caressing way on his neck too. You are making his lips quiver a bit now.

Nanami: Why are you doing this to me?

He is getting too hot from your actions now. He feels his body slightly tense up, and his heart rate is beating quickly. He has no idea why you are behaving like this now.

He is starting to get hard. He is liking this. But he does not want to.

He feels like he needs to break free from you, but he is too scared to do anything right now. He is starting to feel a bit light-headed now.

You keep caressing his neck now. You are acting completely different compared to how you acted at university, since you are never as intimate or seductive as you are right now.

You are still half asleep, but you still seem fully aware of what you are doing. You just don't care, and you keep touching him even more seductively now.

His face turns completely red right now, and you can feel him tensing up, though he is still trying not to move right now. His face is covered in a sheen of sweat now, since you are touching him too intimately. He feels you are teasing him. He grits his teeth, trying to control himself.

You are testing him. You are testing his patience.

He is way too embarrassed now, and he just wants you to stop doing this whole seduction thing already. He feels way too hot at this point.

You then start to slowly move your hand towards his hair, and you begin caressing his hair in a sensual way.

Nanami: "Please stop touching my hair like that.

He sounds like a teenager. He is slowly losing his mind at this point.

Nanami: P-please

He is almost begging you at this point, since he doesn't want to enjoy your actions anymore. He is trying to restrain himself.

You keep touching him like that, and you let out a slight moan in satisfaction. You are too focused on touching him to care anymore. You aren't even paying attention to his red face anymore since you are too focused on your actions now. It's like you are playing a game with him.

He starts to sweat even more at this point. His eyes are still closed too, since he doesn't want to look at you while you are giving him so much attention.

Nanami: I can't breathe.

You feel him tensing up way more now, and you can hear him breathe in and out quickly. He gives out a slight moan.

That slight moan makes your heart throb a bit more. You are starting to realize what this whole situation is, and you keep going.

After caressing his hair and his cheeks, you keep moving your fingers down onto his neck again. You are almost touching his collarbone now, and you want to go even lower.

He is completely sweating now, since your fingers keep exploring his skin and touching him sensually. His whole face feels hot, and he feels like he will get a really bad headache in the next few days.

Nanami: Oh, god.

All of a sudden, your fingers stop moving. And that's when he finally looks down on you again.

Nanami: You stopped

He is now starting to catch his breath again since you stopped caressing him. You are just staring at him with a slight smirk on your face and half-lidded eyes.

Nanami: Please never do that ever again.

His breath is still shaky.

You: I thought you liked it...

Nanami: B But you were acting so differently out of nowhere. You kept touching me in a very intimate way!

You: Hmm?

Your eyes are looking at his lips, and he feels his face burning up now. He tries to move his head away, but your hand is still holding his neck.

Nanami: Wait, please.

Before he can say anything else, you just close the gap, and you lean in to kiss him. The sound of his breathing suddenly filled his ears, since he couldn't say anything now.

The kiss felt really warm and sweet. At first, he feels hesitant to move his lips since he never expected this at all, but he slowly gives in to the kiss. He is so overwhelmed with different emotions now.

You taste alcohol. He likes it. He is responding to it.

The kiss feels perfect as he gradually returns the kiss. His lips feel even more soft against yours as your tongues start to touch in an intimate way.

All of a sudden, he felt a lightness in his body that he couldn't explain. For once, he felt like he could be himself in this moment. The emotions that have been suppressed for so long are now all unleashed at once in this moment between you two.

He can feel himself hardening against you.

You keep on kissing him. The passion in your kiss is so amazing, and he could not believe that you are making him feel like this since you are still his student.

Your bodies are now close together, and you can feel his soft hair against the side of your cheek. He feels the heat of your body as your tongues caress each other now.

After a few moments, you finally break apart from the kiss. He is looking away from you. Both of you are slightly breathing hard now, and your lips are still moist from the kiss.

You: You really like thag didntt youu

Nanami: I y-yes.

You notice that he looks away from you again, and he is still blushing. He is still trying to control how he feels at this moment. He couldn't believe that you were doing this with him while you were still a student.

You: It seems you have a thing for your students.

Nanami: Oh god

He is starting to catch his breath again since you are getting so close to him. He is trying his best not to turn away now, since he also wants to lean in and kiss you again. He feels too awkward to look away, so he keeps staring you in the eyes.

He likes the way you are looking at him with that smirk on your face.

You are smiling at him, but Nanami pulls you closer and places his lips on you again. Now you both are kissing again. This time, it is even more intense. You feel your arms wrap around his neck again, since you don't want this moment to end now. You are just too turned on to stop yourselves now.

After a few moments, you both broke apart again from the kiss. You look down.

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