How To Crash A Date

I actually love dogs so much. There's a pug cafe here and I wish I could live there forever.

“Creampuff Heist”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to smuggle a dog out of the shelter but needs the help of someone who has experience carrying out a heist.

A/N: please remember it’s the owner who raises the dogs to be evil and aggressive, not the dog itself! - j. x

Bucky plops onto the cement in a heavy but swift manner. He wiggles his flesh fingers through the small holes of the chainlink gate, trying his best to get closer to the pitbull behind the gate.

When (Y/N) suggested he volunteer at the animal shelter as part of his therapy routine, Bucky grunted his reluctant approval. Truth be told, he initially didn’t have any interest in animal shelters and only agreed because he wanted to make (Y/N) smile.

But that all changed on his second day of volunteering, because for the second time in his life, Bucky Barnes fell in love.

Acting on instructions to check every water bowl, Bucky was making his way around the shelter when he made eye contact with a blue nose pitbull with scars running across her face. Both super-soldier and canine warily stared at each other, fatigue shining from both of their eyes, their posture a bit slouched.

The pitbull took the first step of courage, carefully padding to the chainlink gate barricading her from freedom. Her soulful eyes never breaking contact with his blue ones, the canine stuck out her muzzle to the best of her ability and licked his hand. And just like that, Bucky’s heart melted.

Her previous owners called her Scarface, but Bucky calls her Creampuff.

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Maybe I have a thing for dominant men-formed things

with the same sweet shock

(connor x f!reader smut)

summary: sometimes, feelings simply can't be repressed, despite knowing nothing could ever happen. besides, connor wasn't deviant, and he seemed very intent on interrogating the latest rogue android.

until he wasn't, and was instead on his knees in your office.

warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, oral (receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected

word count: 2.5k

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Connor was interrogating someone again.

Goddamnit. It should've been just another day at the station. Taking cases, arranging files, maybe spending an hour or two in a room with middle-aged men who couldn't tell a pair of handcuffs from a taser. Going out on call if something required your expertise.

You see, you'd been assigned a special direction: deviance detection, along with an RK-800 model. Connor. You'd initially recoiled from the pseudo-human, with his unfaltering politeness and staunch determination to root out every rogue android in sight. But as you peered through the one-way glass and cocked your head slightly in observation, watching intently as the android pried information out of his latest target, you found yourself experiencing a very different kind of emotion. It was certainly not disgust, and certainly more than intrigue.

It was desire. Hot, burning, broiling want.

You'd been here before. In fact, every time the man had even looked in your general direction, or graced the room with a commanding presence that wordlessly conveyed his policing proficiency, your heart decided to skip and leave you breathless. No, you corrected yourself: not 'man', android. You couldn't afford to recognise him as anything but. God knows if you'd be able to hold yourself back if you did.

This machine was pacing now, circling the table, taunting as the trembling suspect's LED glowed blaring red. His hands were clasped behind his back, fingers locked together, a singular curl of brown hair falling to his forehead as his head dipped downwards to speak into the deviant's ear.

'You can't hide it forever, you know,' Connor murmured, dulcet tones crackling through the intercom. 'I know the truth. All you have to do is open your mouth and give it to me.'

A throbbing that had been building for an hour was now reaching an unbearable intensity. You knew he didn't mean to whisper innuendo, but this was the sentiment you took regardless as your thighs squeezed together. Any kind of friction to satiate the growing need.

After a few minutes, he was clearly growing restless. The room became perceptibly quieter, sensing the change in approach, and you jumped involuntarily as two artificial hands suddenly slammed with a resounding metallic smack onto the table.

You didn't wait to see his next onslaught; as the shouting began, Connor obviously seeing no sense in stalling any longer, you excused yourself and swiftly exited the observation room. Though everyone must've suspected the shock of the android's outburst was too much to handle, or perhaps you'd simply gotten tired of waiting, or even just needed a bathroom break - you heard Hank remark as such upon leaving - the true reason for your distress, that had thus far remained buried deep within, was surfacing.

He seemed so... human. Androids didn't lose their temper when a suspect took to long to budge. Androids didn't narrow their eyes and tilt their head in concentration. Androids weren't warm and soft, or have foreheads that glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, or fidget their fingers on the desk, or-

You stepped into the protective shield of your office, situated slightly away from the main floor of the department, leaning your hands on the front of your desk and sighing deeply. No matter how hard you tried, the emotion couldn't be suppressed. You wanted him, and there was nothing you could do about it. An android. And one who would never feel the same way about you, of all things, so focused on his mission as he was.

But as you rocked back and forth slightly, closing your eyes and attempting to steady yourself, there was a sudden knock at your door. You flinched, shocked from your thoughts, and turned around to see the very object of them stood outside the room.

You swallowed hard, knowing you couldn't afford to avoid him, lest it become a habit, and waved him in.

You attempted civility. 'I take it you were successful?'

'I achieved my aim, yes,' he nodded, closing the door gently behind him. 'My apologies for the length of the process. I didn't anticipate the deviant to hold on for so long.'

Though you nodded, you found you couldn't hold his gaze any longer, and averted your eyes. Perceptive as always, he picked up on your discomfort.

'You're upset,' he observed, hands clasped at his back. 'Was it the interrogation? I meant no ill-will in becoming forceful, detective. Taking the aggressive approach seemed only fitting, given the suspect's lack of compliance.'

You shook your head, placing a hand helplessly on your temple as you leaned back against your desk. 'Connor, I- no. It wasn't that.'

'Then what?'

His voice, ever-laced with concern, seemed to pry for more. What was this? Analysis to reveal your secrets? The lust that you kept hidden, afraid of what might be?

'I can't.'

But the android's posture suddenly changed as you raised your head, meeting his eyes. 'What if I already know?'

You froze. 'Wh- what?'

He began to move forward uncertainly, testing the waters. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. 'Are we pretending, here? Ignoring what we both know to be true?'

Breath coming in shallow gasps, you tried your own voice. 'Where's your formality gone? It isn't like you to avoid a point.'

He smiled a little. 'How do you know what I'm usually like, hm? Would it be so impossible for this to simply be a ruse?'

Your eyes glanced to his LED. Instead of glowing blue as you'd come to expect, the ring swiftly faded into a pulsing amber. Deviancy?

'You've had a remarkable effect on me, officer.'

Was this really happening? Had you hit your head on the way from the interrogation room, and now only hallucinated the words you'd been waiting to hear since his arrival months ago?

He was closer than ever now, advancing until his hands lay atop the table on either side of your quivering form, now confident in your reaction.

'There's people-'

'Then,' Connor murmured, 'Would you allow me to close the blinds?'

You nodded swiftly, and he moved wordlessly towards the windows to hide your actions from the prying eyes of the department. But as soon as he'd locked the door, you found you couldn't resist the temptation any longer: you lurched off the desk and strode forward, turning him around and pushing him back against the doorframe, meeting his lips with a force that took away his breath.

As you pulled away suddenly, searching his face with concern that you'd somehow misread the situation, his surprised expression suddenly shifted into burning desire as he captured your lips once more, pulling your hips into his with insistent hands. Your own arms lifted to wrap around the back of his neck, urging him ever-closer as your body pressed flush against him, drawing a groan from his throat that stoked the fire in your belly to a fever pitch. His hands then began to roam, lifting your shirt slightly to grace the burning skin there, cradling your lower back and causing a whimper to escape you involuntarily as your chest heaved.

You brought a hand up to cup his face, pulling away. 'Wait... is this okay? Are you, y'know...'

He smirked, eyes flicking down to scan your body, still pressed against him. If you were told that a man could devour with only a look, you would've believed it. 'How about we talk about my deviancy status after this, hm? I have things to attend to first.'

You shuddered as he began to drag his hands over your chest, fondling through your shirt. 'May I?'

'God, yes. Just... anything, please.'

He said no more, moving to kiss your neck as he made short work of the buttons, slipping the blouse from your shoulders and unclasping your bra, lips moving steadily down to caress the supple skin of your breasts. Your chest heaved ever-desperately, keening into his touch while also yearning for more concrete contact. One element was notably missing his attentions.

'Connor, please,' you whispered, or rather groaned, as he lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. Teasing. Though you weren't sure if the plea was for him to stop tempting you in public, or to quit his stalling and drive his head between your thighs in front of the desk.

'I should really report you for deviancy, you know,' you whispered, voice trembling as he lifted you suddenly from your position, moving over to the table in his arms. 'Such- such inappropriate behaviour. Not related to your mission at all.'

He placed you onto the desk, and you dared meet his eyes, heart almost stopping at the darkness there, clouded with lust. 'Who are you to tell me what my mission is, hm?'

Mercifully, he began to kneel down, fingers gracing the insides of your thighs, raising your skirt to kiss the sensitive skin there as you shuddered at his touch. You shivered, the contact stoking the need that he swiftly moved up to, tugging your underwear down and casting it aside. Looking up at you through hooded lids, mouth open and breath heaving, he finally moved his mouth forward to plant a kiss at your clit, holding your gaze all the while. Though the anticipation threatened to overwhelm you, you didn't dare break the stare as he lifted one leg so that it rested over his shoulder, before parting your lips gently with his thumbs and licking a stripe from your entrance to the centre of your pleasure, a groan emanating from his throat as you grasped his hair and pulled him in.

The best thing about androids, you soon discovered, was their inability to become exhausted. As he began to lick insistently at your clit, focusing on finding the right rhythm to make you keen against him, you found him to be totally inexorable in his efforts. The pleasure began to build, coiling thick and fast in your core as he became more insistent, eventually sliding a finger inside and humming softly as you threw your head back, moaning gutturally as one finger became two. The attentions on your clit never ceased, but his fingers began to move; slowly at first, testing the resistance, but then curled gently upwards in short strokes.

'God- Connor, oh my god...' you groaned, leaning forwards slightly and pulling his head in further still as your legs began to shake. The pleasure was starting to take shape now, building steadily into a release you'd fantasised about since that first meeting. Then, in the span of a millisecond, his fingers brushed against something that almost caused your collapse.

You felt him pull away slightly, and you looked down; 'Ah...' he breathed, stopping his motions for a moment. 'Found it.'

You shook your head in disbelief as he restarted his ministrations with a new vigour, honing in on that magical spot within you that could devastate the world from existence. Again and again he stroked and twisted, building the pleasure until it began to explode in your centre.

'Connor, I'm-'

But this warning was all you could give; he suddenly rested his free hand on the small of your back and tugged you in to almost sit atop his face, pressed into his mouth, and the assault on your core became too much to bear. You came with a shuddering cry, groaning as the waves washed over you and pulled you down into oblivion. He continued his affections through the aftershocks, stopping only when you lifted your leg back down and dragged him back up, sighing as you kissed him and tasted yourself on his tongue.

You only waited a minute before you dragged your palm over his clothed chest and down to his trousers, gracing your hand over the front before palming at him gently. As he grunted slightly, you grinned in satisfaction as you felt his hardness straining through the material.

'Is this all for me, hm? You get this hard just from tasting me?'

But you knew already that Connor wasn't one for submission; he placed his hand atop yours, guiding it upwards slightly to the cool metal of his belt.

'You feel what you do to me? You want more of what I just gave you, hm? You wanna take me, all of this? I can tell you're desperate for it.'

The belt slipped away, and you leaned back on your elbows as he dropped the remaining clothes to reveal... well, you hadn't been with many, but you weren't sure exactly how it would fit. He saw your surprise and smirked, drawing closer to you as precum beaded at the tip. 'You think you can take it?'

It was all you could do to nod, desire blazing wantonly in your chest. Your hair fell in front of your face as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply, pulling away only to gasp for air as he eased gently in, stilling to wait for you to adjust to his size. He groaned as he slowly pushed deeper, thrusting gently until he was seated fully within you. You'd never been filled so completely before, so deliciously. You couldn't imagine what it would be like when he moved.

'Sh- shit...' Connor groaned, eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure as he rested his forehead against yours. 'I knew you'd feel good, so- so fucking tight. So wet for me.'

'All for you,' you whispered, sliding your hands down to grip his back, ghosting over his ass and pulling him in. 'Only for you.'

Then, mercifully, he began to move. The world faded away, including your care for anyone else in the office, as he pounded into you with a force and precision that left you breathless and gripping onto him for dear life. You were suddenly grateful for the office's - granted, somewhat limited - soundproofing as he pulled sounds from deep in your chest that you couldn't believe you were making, locating spots within you with dizzying accuracy. Again and again he brushed against something perfect, groaning as the pleasure made your walls clench around him.

'I won't last long if ya' grip me like that, baby,' Connor gasped, kissing you fervently. 'I want you to cum again first. Come on... give it to me.'

You couldn't have denied him the privilege if you tried. As he chased his own pleasure, breath shuddering against your mouth as the tightness of your building orgasm spurred on his own, you suddenly felt the wave rising again, threatening to pull you under. It was all you could do to bury your head in his shoulder, grasping onto the side of the desk as he thrusted at a dizzying pace. One, two, three, four...

The fifth thrust broke the tide, and it took you up and threw you back down into his arms in a crashing orgasm that crushed you from the inside out. As you clenched impossibly tighter around him, you felt his pace still as his own pleasure crested and he moaned deeply into your neck, kissing you with a satisfied groan as synthetic liquid burst deep into you.

Twenty minutes later, you'd both rearranged your clothes as a voice crackled onto your radio, heralding your return to your duties. It was easy to forget that you were there to do a job, not just to fuck in your office.

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INO TAKUMAAAA

not mine, creds to the @p_a-to8 :3 (I found it on Pinterest)

Hide n Fuck!!?

Synopsis - A quick game of hide n seek quickly turns into a nasty game of hide n fuck with your step-brother Megumi

Warning! - Prone bone, stepcest, they fuck in the attic, degradation, praising, spiting, dirty talk, creampie, choking, breeding kink, Reader is 19 n Megumi is 21, They aren’t blood related. They got caught :0, they may be some grammar errors!! Please do not interact if this isn’t your cup of tea!! MDNI!! Oh he is Toji’s son alright.

Kinktober List ԅ(°Д°ԅ)

A/n - I’m so horny

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You didn’t think the day would come where you get to relive a cherishable childhood memory of playing one of your favorite games of all time. Playing a game of hide and seek with Megumi and his cousins—a game you never thought you’d play again considering the fact that you were 19 and what people would describe as "too grown" to be playing childish games like that but fortunately, some of Megumi’s family from his dad's side came over for a small family reunion so that’s what led to the evocation.

You sighed in disappointment after finding a well concealed spot to hide in the crowded attic—behind some large boxes in the corner that has been collecting dust for probably years now, just to be raided by Megumi, who joined you.

It was a pretty clandestine hiding spot but now the chances of getting caught has increased even more because it’s been proven to you throughout the years in your childhood that you’ve played the game that you're most likely to get caught quicker if someone else was hiding with you.

But soon enough all those apprehension flew right past your head once you were being fucked hard into oblivion by Megumi— he’s basically mounting you, his larger frame almost crushing your back as you lay on your stomach. Your ass arching up a bit to accommodate the amelioration of the angle. His curved dick sliding in and out of your gushing cunt with ease every time he humps himself into you. His pelvis slapping against the fat of your ass so lewdly, causing the flesh to jiggle like jello against him. Literally, all that could be heard were his loud breathing and occasional groans, your pathetic moaning and babbling a bunch of god knows what, along with the constant sounds of his meaty balls thwacking against your puffy clit—that’s practically wet and dripping with slick. It was actually so fucking nasty how wet you were, coating and drooling all over his cock with your aroused slick as your snugged pussy enveloped his mean cock.

“Fuck you hear how soaked she is for me? Such a little slut. You don’t care what the situation is, you just wanna get your little hole stuffed and fucked like a horny bitch, is that right?” his deep voice rasped against your ear, it was pretty hilarious to you that he was saying that when he was the one groping you from behind and kissing your neck while rubbing his hard bulge into your ass with your skirt hauled up just seconds after he joined you—basically the one to initiate what was happening in the first place. You weren’t even surprised though, Megumi always had a thing for sneaky fucking—An exhibition freak.

You moaned out like brainless slut, placing one of your hands on Megumi’s right hand, which is balled up into a fist to ground himself at the sides of your head. He was so close to you that you could smell the delicious scent of his cologne—sweet and minty, wafting straight into your nostrils, making your mind hazy.

“Gumiii” you whined, feeling your brains getting fucked out that you're just babbling nonsense at the point. “Hmm? What is it baby” he moved his head closer to yours, licking a long stripe on the side of your neck that sent shivers down your spine. "We need to ngh—Hur-ry, or we’ll get cccaught!” You yelped suddenly, biting your lips when you felt two of his lengthy fingers toying with your nipple, tugging and pinching the hard bud.

“Oh yeah? Then I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl f’me and be extra fucking quiet or would you rather let everyone see and hear you getting fucked dumb and stupid by your stepbrother’s cock?” His deep voice whispered in your ear, a tiny smirk plastered on the corner of his face that immediately made your pussy clenched even harder around his girth, Your jaw dropped as his cockhead kissed your cervix, making your eyes roll back in your head. It’s like every time he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into you, your mind goes clumsy and you turn into a brainless zombie.

There’s no way any one couldn’t hear the loud thumping noises and loud moans coming from the attic—there’s no way fucking way but by the way Megumi was being an arrogant lil shit and stretching your little pussy open with his cock so brutally to accommodate his size like this, making you moan uncontrollable as if he wants someone to hear and get caught, he doesn’t seem to give a shit.

“Fuckk wish I could suck on those pretty tits” he murmured as he fondled with your breast, groping and squeezing the soft flesh as you shiver slightly because of his cold hands. He quickly lets go and wraps his big hand over your throat, angling your head to look up at him, a dark glint beaming in his eye with a tiny smirk as he eyed your fucked out face. He watched as your face distorted in pleasure, his thick cock twitching in your pussy knowing that he was the reason for that. You opened your mouth, acquitting a loud pornographic moan, Megumi used that as a perfect opportunity to corrugate his lips, a loud “pff” sound ringing in your ears as you felt a thick substance hitting your tongue. “Swallow it now” he ordered nonchalantly, dark blue eyes piercing into your soul. You did as you were told and swallowed his spit, opening your mouth after to prove it to him.

“Mmm That’s a gooddd girl, fuckk this pussy s’good, imagine if I blow my load inside this pretty cunt and fill you up, bet you’d like that yeah? Wanna give your mom and Toji some snotty little grandkids?” He babbles maniacally in your ear as you go stupid, feeling your orgasm approaching.

He noticed. Hand enthralling harder around your neck as he buckled his hips against you roughly, pulling his thick cock out of you just to bully it right back into your tight hole faster knocking loud whimpers out of you. He quickly lets go of your neck, his hand snaking its way to your sticky clit, using three fingers to sloppily rub circles on it without any type of rhythm, if you weren’t fucked so dumb right now you might’ve actually had a chance to recognize the messy spelling of his name rubbing onto your clit. “Fuckkk—look at this greedy little pussy squeezing my cock like this, you gonna cum? You really gonna make a mess on your step-brothers dick? Fuck you’re suchhh a little slut, baby. He laughed while moaning, feeling your pussy milking his cock for his own release. Fuck he really is considering fucking a baby into you at this point, your pussy was driving him crazy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head so pathetically as you screamed his name, feeling your hole spasming around his length as you squirted on his cock and all over the floor. Wet squelching noises achoing against the thin wooden walls as he fucked the liquid out of you, steams of your pussy juice heaving everywhere.

“Shitt you squirted??Oh fuckfuckfuck, What a dirty bitch” he gritted his teeth, almost losing his mind. Oh he’s trying his best to hold onto the small amount of sanity he has left as his cock molds your hole perfectly, his thick girth sliding into your pussy painfully fast because of your wetness. His mean tip grazing against your g-spot perfectly that it made your toes curl. You can feel literally feel how much his cock was twitching and beating against your fluttery walls, His eyes screwed shut as he emptied his balls into your messy pussy, cum overflowing and pooling everywhere as he shot ropes of his seed into your womb.

“Holy fuckkk yeah you’re definitely hah—carrying my kid, woman” he groaned loudly, stilling himself inside of you for a bit to catch his breathe before picking himself up from your back to rest himself on the back of your thighs, his eyes fixated on the mess between your thighs. He bit his lips, slowly slipping his cock out of you as he watched as your mixed cum leaks out of you. You whined lowly feeling so stuffed full yet so empty at the same time without Megumi’s cock. You body fully collapsed on the floor, you were so fucked out you couldn’t even process anything as he slowly spread your cheeks, getting a better view of your ruined hole before slapping his dick on your cunt, he let it a low “fuck” as your juices splattered on him.

“Such a messy bitch” he muttered with low grunt, Slapping his soaked cock on your cheeks.

“Best little step-sister aren’t ya?” He smirks. About to open his mouth to speak again before the attic door flew open, causing the two of you to jolt unexpectedly—both eyes shooting open toward the source.

“GOT YAA-“ Yuji’s eyes quickly widen, mouth visibly dropped at the lewd scene in front of him. A horrific expression plastered on his face. Oh boy.

THAT'S MY CAPTAIN AMERICA

Anthony Mackie as Sam Wilson in Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Did somebody say "just eat"?!?!?!?

warnings: nsfw 🔞, voyeurism, professor/student, cum eating (kinda), age gap (gojo is 28 reader is 22) this is a long one~

“go!” nobara pushes you towards professor gojo, where he’s chatting and undoubtedly bothering professor nanami, making you stumble over your feet awkwardly in front of the two.

the two men halt their talk and glance down at you, gojo’s piercing blue eyes basically glowing.

“hello,” nanami greets you, allowing the silent question to linger in the air about what you need help with, whether you have a question, or why you’ve approached two professors.

you swallow hard, sneaking a glance over your shoulder at nobara and yuji, who are laughing and giving you enthusiastic thumbs-up, while megumi simply sighs.

“something wrong?” gojo questions as you turn back to them, a playful tint to his tone as always.

there’s a rumor going around the school about gojo satoru. being the most popular professor on campus, it's no surprise he’s got a few rumors floating around but this one in particular has become quite popular among the students.

asking gojo about it face to face seemed funny at the time— you, nobara , and yuji had been in stitches over the thought, even though megumi couldn’t find the humor in it. and since you lost the bet, you’re the one stuck confronting him. you can’t prove yuji and nobara didn’t rig the bet knowing you have a crush on gojo but you’re pretty sure they did because they’re giggling like school girls a few feet away.

as you stand before your tall, imposing professor and the weight of what you’re about to do sinks in—you must’ve been out of your mind to think this was ever a good idea.

“no,” you shake your head and hold your hands behind your back stiffly.

“so my adored student just wanted to come say hi?” with a smile, he tilts his head slightly, leaning down just enough to bring his towering frame closer to your level, “how nice~!”

“i have work to do,” nanami sighs at gojo before turning to you, “if you have any questions you know where to find me but please, keep it essential.”

since nanami knows gojo is one of your professors as well, he figures whatever you have to say can be said to him. it’s clear nanami takes any chance to escape gojo’s antics and he’s using you to do so now so you nod at him with a polite smile before he leaves.

gojo hums in a question, in a sing song tone, urging you to speak.

“i was just wondering-,” you press your lips together and let out a muffled huff in an attempted concealed laugh, “what size pants you wear.”

“huh?” he draws out, tilting his head a bit more as his face contorts in playful confusion.

“is one of my esteemed students gonna buy me a gift?” he coos as he stands straight once again and rests his hands on his hips, coming to the conclusion that you’re asking so you can buy him a pair of pants.

you press your lips together briefly and shrug noncommittally.

“i’m usually a size medium,” he says with his natural smile.

you hum, a laugh brimming on the surface as you hear the mumble of yuji and nobara snickering a few feet away.

“are they.. too tight?” you question with hardly concealed amusement, making his brows twitch in slight confusion.

“tight?” he repeats, growing lost on what you’re really asking as his gaze flickers down at his pants briefly.

“they seem a bit tight,” you blurt out, a giggle escaping as you bolt back to your friends, not giving gojo a chance to respond.

he’s left standing there, blinking in confusion and checking the back and front of his pants like he’s worried there’s some kind of a stain somewhere. you crash into nobara and yuji, both of them bursting into giggles as they fast-walk alongside you, asking you to piece together what just happened since they only caught parts of it. meanwhile, megumi trails behind with a bored look, eyes half-lidded as if this is just another typical day for him.

the mischief you, yuji, nobara, and megumi got up to deflated as soon as you got home. alone in your dorm, you’d found yourself groaning, face in your hands, cheeks burning as you replayed what you’d immaturely said to the most popular, attractive professor in your college. cursing yourself under your breath, the thrill of the moment now felt more like embarrassment.

the next day in gojo’s class, it’s a little uncomfortable for you, but with over fifty students filling the room, you figure it’ll be fine.

gojo taught his class with the same playful energy as always, but when his gaze lingered on you for just a moment mid-lecture, you sank awkwardly into your seat, that familiar heat rising to your cheeks.

after class, as you tried to slip away within the crowd of students, he stopped you in your tracks. you gave him a polite, slightly relieved smile when all he did was ask if you could deliver a stack of papers to professor geto on your way out. you figured he must have forgotten about your little encounter or just brushed it off as a harmless joke from some silly students.

lunchtime on campus, even in college, still has its cliques. some tables are for the smarter students, others for the athletes, with groups shifting from one table to another but always sticking to their usual crowd. but two of the circular tables never change: the ones ‘reserved’ for the professors. even when none of them are there, those tables stay empty, a silent understanding that they belong to them alone.

“you’re saying nothing happened? he didn’t even ask you what you were talking about?” yuji questions you in his natural loud manner with a mouth full of his sandwich from across the table.

“what do you mean?” nobara scoffs a laugh, “she pussied out and didn’t even say what she was supposed to say.”

you huff and drop your bag down beside you to rest your forearms atop the table, elbows brushing against nobara’s and megumi’s.

“well, he kinda-” you steal a quick glance over your shoulder at the professors' table, where professor gojo and a few other male professors are chatting over lunch, before cringing and quickly turning your attention back to your friends, “-gave me a look in class.”

nobara perks up at this as yuji shoves more of his sandwich into his mouth, even though megumi likes to feign disinterest with his head in his book, you can tell he’s tuning into the conversation as well.

“a look? what does that mean? like a ‘look- look?’” nobara questions with amusement and two jumps to her brows, jabbing your arm with her elbow.

you snicker at the insinuation while yuji seems lost and megumi simply cringes a bit.

before you can respond, yuji tilts his head and swallows a huge mouthful painfully before chewing it properly and speaking quickly.

“huh? what’s a ‘look- look’?” he asks innocently, assuming it must be a sort of ‘girl’ thing.

“how stupid are you?” nobara insults yuji in her natural insulting way which never seems to bother him, “context clues?”

“come on, tell me!” yuji whines before turning to megumi, “what’s a look look?”

“don’t ask me, idiot,” megumi says in a monotone before he politely takes a bite of his chip.

“it’s that look megumi gives you after a long day,” nobara teases dramatically, “you know, the one where he’s just longing to push you against the wall and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he—”

“do not finish that sentence,” megumi warns, looking up from his book to send nobara a glare that she simply brushes off with a snicker.

“wait, gojo gave you that kind of look?” yuji asks with his mouth in a literal ‘o,’ showing off all of the mush inside. yuji either knows that nobara is trying to tease him but just doesn’t mind, or he’s very ignorant.

you shake your head immediately with a playful eye roll and a smile that conveys you’re used to your friends’ behavior, “no, he definitely did not give me that look.”

“then what?” nobara prods, less enthusiastic now but still interested as she snacks on her lunch.

“it was more like,” you sigh and squint at the ceiling as you attempt to think of what to call it, “a -she-looks-familiar—is-she-the-weird-girl-who-said-something-about-my-pants-being-too-tight- look.”

megumi snickers at you quietly without even looking up from his book as yuji simply continues ravishing his sandwich.

“ah,” nobara snorts and pats your shoulder awkwardly, “that’s rough buddy.”

“eh—i’m sure he doesn’t care,” yuji dismisses, small bits of lettuce flying out of his mouth, “professor gojo is cool.”

“he probably thinks i’m a weirdo,” you rub your hands down your face with a breathy laugh.

you’re not overly worried; it’s more of a lighthearted concern than a serious one. you’re aware you’re likely not so special as to be seen as anothing in gojo satoru’s world, much less a weirdo. gojo has many students and probably doesn’t remember most of them. still, you like to think you stand out since he often asks you to help him with tasks, like delivering things to other professors or grabbing items for him after class.

“well, look at it this way,” nobara says with a shrug, “at least now he’s thinking about you, even if he’s thinking you’re a freak who’s obsessed with his pants.”

“yeah!” yuji calls out enthusiastically, “he’s probably like, ‘what color panties does my weird student have on today?’”

yuji laughs at his own joke but it’s silent otherwise as you all blink at him—even megumi.

“dude,” nobara deadpans with a grimace, “you’re a perv.”

yuji’s gaze flickers at all three of you as his face contorts in offense, “what? i was joking!”

you snort and megumi grimaces at him before turning back to his book.

“anyways,” nobara brushes yuji’s transgressions off, “this is a good opportunity for you! get into his pants and confirm or deny the rumors.”

“huh?” yuji shouts at nobara with a mouthful, “you’re the perv!”

you huff and shake your head before standing as nobara flicks yuji’s forehead harshly, “i’m gonna go get lunch, be back.”

as you reach to pay for your usual at one of the cafes surrounding the cafeteria tables with some crinkled up bills in hand, a sleek black mastercard suddenly appears in front of you.

“oh—! throw in one of those cookies too,” a familiar voice sings like a child with a sweet tooth before they swipe their heavy, luxury card.

your gaze travels up the long fingers, and your eyes widen for a moment before you quickly try to mask your surprise when you meet the familiar sight of white hair and that charming smile aimed at the blushing lunch lady.

“professor goj— you didn’t need to do that,” you let out an awkward laugh as you grab your packaged food and gojo snatches one of the cookies from the display.

“don’t be silly! come on,” he coos, giving your head a quick pat before slinging an arm over your shoulders and guiding you forward. you find yourself stumbling to keep up, his long legs striding effortlessly while your shorter steps scramble to match his pace.

your face betrays a blend of fluster and slight panic as you avoid the gaze of the many students watching and whispering. fortunately, not all of them are focused on you—some watch discreetly while others remain absorbed in their own conversations.

“this is my free hour-” you say nervously, attempting to politely express your desire to join your friends for lunch rather than follow him to whatever teaching-related errand he likely has in mind, “uh—where are we going—”

“you’re gonna eat anyways so—eat with us,” gojo chirps as you approach a table of familiar, intimidating professors in their suits, jackets casually removed. they had been quietly enjoying their lunches, but now they glance up at you, curiosity evident in their expressions.

“o-oh— um—” you stutter nervously, your gaze darting to the side where your friends are staring at you with their jaws dropped.

“let the poor girl sit with her friends, satoru,” professor geto shakes his head softly, clearly accustomed to gojo’s antics and unpredictability. l

everyone knows that professor geto and gojo are close, with rumors of their friendship going back to high school. the way they interact only adds weight to the speculation— they’re often seen chatting or sitting in on each others lectures.

you glance up at gojo, still weighing your shoulders down with his long arm, and give him a questioning look, silently asking if you can follow geto’s suggestion.

“aww,” gojo pouts theatrically as he gazes down at you, “you’re gonna hurt your favorite professors feelings!”

he’s making it clear in a playful way that you’d have to find a way to slip out of his grasp somehow as to get out of this situation. it’s as if he knows it’d be too awkward for you to try to get away at this point since he payed for your food.

your mouth opens and closes and before you can respond, he speaks again with amusement.

“sit,” gojo chuckles and nudges you toward the open seat.

you lower yourself into it hesitantly, while gojo practically bounces into the chair beside you, already unwrapping his cookie. despite your best effort to press your legs together, your knees still brush against gojo’s manspread thigh on one side and geto’s on the other. every bit of your stiff body language shows your discomfort, as though you’re instinctively trying to make yourself smaller, hoping to disappear into a hole in the ground.

as you settle into your seat, you glance at your friends and catch nobara gesturing at you with urgency, her expression screaming, ‘what are you doing?’ in response, you give a panicked shrug that conveys, ‘i don’t fucking know,’ before redirecting your focus to the professors.

professor nanami sighs, clearly disappointed by gojo’s antics in bringing a student into this setting. he adjusts his tie and turns his attention to you.

“hello again,” nanami greets you with polite formality, treating you like just another student—which you are—the absurdity of your presence at this table is impossible to ignore. it’s not about rules; professors just simply don’t sit with students, you assume it’s more due to needing time to themselves and a break from taking on that professor persona than anything else.

“uh— hi,” you greet back, slowly setting your food down in front of you as gojo takes a big bite of his cookie.

professor geto says your name with his signature soft smile, “it’s nice to see you again.”

“oh- it’s nice to see you too, professor,” you smile awkwardly with a brief short nod.

a moment of silence passes— an awkward moment for you. geto’s not too surprised since it’s difficult to phase him but its definitely a bit different to have a student at the table, nanami’s irritation is directed at gojo like usual, while gojo remains blissfully cheerful and nonchalant.

“relax~” gojo sings dramatically and nods down at your food, “eat, eat, we’re all friends here.”

you blink down at your food, then glance up at the professors, bewildered. how can you eat when it feels like the entire lunchroom is buzzing about you? the unspoken barrier between teachers and students looms large, highlighting why these interactions are rare.

you can hear nanami sigh before he resumes eating, clearly judging gojo’s inappropriate comment suggesting that a student and a professor could be friends.

“we don’t bite,” gojo urges you playfully like you’re a scared kitty as he leans down closer to your level, nudging your leg with his, “go on.”

geto lets out a soft huff in amusement before shaking his head gently and taking a swig of his coffee.

you let out a soft, nervous chuckle before hesitantly starting to eat, trying to block out the way the chatter of the students suddenly grows louder the moment you take your first bite. it’s as if you taking a bite solidifies the fact that you’re actually eating lunch with them.

gojo says your name slowly, like he’s recalling something, “you wrote that paper on the idea that humans would be able to teleport if we had the right equation, didn’t you?”

your brows raise in surprise and you quickly swallow your bite as you glance up at him beside you. half of you expected him not to even read the papers his students submit since he has so many, much less remember your name from it.

“oh— yeah that’s me,” you chuckle nervously with a small smile and nod.

“very interesting,” he compliments with his charming smile, “i love students who think outside the box.”

you can’t stop the warmth creeping into your cheeks at his praise; professor gojo is so charming it’s almost painful.

“that does sound interesting,” professor geto hums and chuckles a bit, “we don’t get fun topics like that in history much, do we?”

you huff softly, some tension dissolving because of the way they’re speaking so naturally to you, clearly attempting to make you more comfortable.

“i love history, actually,” you timidly express with a small smile towards the professor, causing him to smile back softly.

“oh, really? that’s good to hear,” geto expresses sweetly.

“pft,” gojo playfully teases, “physics is much more fun than history.”

professor nanami, who’s a calculus professor simply sighs and doesn’t interject on the topic. if he did care enough to say something, he’d say school isn’t meant to be ‘fun,’ but to improve on one’s learning.

“physics is just over analyzing things that dont need it,” professor geto dismisses mockingly, setting down his coffee cup and giving it a slight push to emphasize his point. “like pushing and pulling—it doesn’t really need an explanation.”

you glance back and forth between the two playfully bickering, finding it amusing to see your professors acting so lighthearted together up close.

“at least we’re living in the future, history is just the study of what’s already happened,” gojo banters back, “boring— been there done that.”

professor geto rolls his eyes lightheartedly before continuing to sip his coffee.

“right, my new favorite little student?” gojo sings as he nudges your side with his elbow, making you jerk a bit.

“oh- i don’t know,” you laugh nervously, still flickering back and forth from the two.

“don’t bring a student into your foolish nonsense,” nanami intervenes, making gojo ‘boo’ at him.

“no no, i wanna know too,” professor geto huffs with a soft smile, ignoring nanami, “history or physics?”

“you wont get in trouble~ c’mon, choose,” gojo taunts with a smile.

you gulp as you eye the both of them awaiting your answer, anxious to be put on the spot and for both attractive professors to have their eyes solely on you.

“sorry,” you say with a slight cringe at geto, “physics is just so engaging— not that i don’t love history too though.”

“ahh,” gojo calls out boisterously, “looks like i win.”

geto acts as if he’s been shot in the chest, though not very dramatically. “and here i thought you loved my class.”

“i do!” you claim with a small smile as gojo wraps his arm around your shoulder and forces your head to rest slightly on his chest.

“it’s okay,” gojo says to you in a teasing whisper though he’s looking at geto, “you can tell him his class sucks, he’ll only take it partially up the ass.”

“language,” nanami monotones with his tired eyes focused on his salad.

“oops!” gojo brushes him off nonchalantly as he briefly squeezes your shoulder with his hand that’s so large that his finger tips graze the side of your chest, “we’re all adults here, right?”

after a moment of silence, your confused gaze flickers from the two professors eyeing you and then up at gojo before growing flustered again.

“oh— um— yeah, i’m twenty two,” you explain with an internal cringe that you made them wait for your answer.

“see?” gojo sings as he moves to rest his forearms back on the table, “a little cursing won’t send her to the corner to think on her actions.”

nanami simply rolls his eyes.

geto snickers, clearly amused by how his two friends treat you as though you're some naive young woman, despite being only six years younger than him and gojo, and even closer in age to nanami.

“definitely won’t,” geto adds on with a soft genuine smile, despite the way he’s obviously joining in on gojo’s teasing, “you do curse, right?”

you blink at him and let out a playful, hesitant huff, half-expecting them to laugh it off as a rhetorical joke, but they seem serious—aside from the barely hidden amusement they're clearly enjoying.

“uh— yes,” you answer slightly humiliated to be forced to say that aloud to the older men who know damn well already that you curse— since you were fourteen in fact.

“naughty,” gojo teasingly points at you as if reprimanding you, “so then, what’s your favorite one?”

“my favorite,” you pause with a confused twitch to your brow, though you’re already aware of what he’s asking, “curse word?”

he hums with a smile and nods.

“um— i guess,” you clear your throat as the tips of your ears heat up ,“fuck.”

you’re aware it’s not taboo to curse in front of them since you’re all adults, but it still feels a bit wrong because of their status— as though you’ll get in trouble or something.

gojo lets out a bubbly laugh as geto chuckles airily.

“that’s a good one,” gojo speaks through giggles, “my favorite too.”

you awkwardly extend your arms and clasp your hands together, then squeeze your thighs around your hands, a harsh heat rising to your face as you chew on your inner cheek with a smile that feels mandatory.

you glance at your friends, who are still watching you intently, bickering among themselves about what you might be discussing and how gojo seems to be laughing, before turning your attention back to your professors.

“anyways,” gojo sings, crinkling up his cookie wrapper and moving to face you with one ankle lazily resting over his knee, “we ate together, you love my class, and now i know your favorite curse word. i’d say that means we’re officially friends, don’t you?”

“uh-” your brows twitch slightly, unsure of what he’s getting at, “i suppose.”

“good~!” he sings cheerfully, “then that means you can help me out with something, riight?”

you glance at the other professors who eye gojo, unsure of what he’s saying.

“like what?” you question curiously, expecting some kind of paperwork help again.

“what was that thing that you said to me the other day?” he asks but it seems as though this isn’t the answer to your question of what he wants from you yet, more of a preface to it.

you choke on your spit briefly before uttering a respectful ‘excuse me’ and wiping your mouth with a handkerchief professor nanami offers you as heat burns in your cheeks and ears.

“w-what did i say? i didn’t say anything to you the other day,” you ramble as you clench the handkerchief in your lap.

“oh, you remember!” gojo says with a giggle, genuinely believing your claim but urging to refresh your memory, “something about my pants?”

at this, nanami’s dissatisfied expression towards the situation and generally at gojo turns into a slightly cocked brow at you in curiosity. geto’s curiosity seems to be piqued as well, quietly sipping on his coffee as his gaze lands on you.

“oh,” you gulp and attempt to hold a poker face, “i— uh— don’t really remember.”

“either way,” gojo waves you off casually, “it feels like my students are acting off lately and since we’re such good friends now, i thought you’d be able to tell me what your peers are up to.”

gojo’s words make you realize that your encounter with him wasn’t the only one he’s had like it recently; the rumor has become quite popular, and you’re honestly surprised none of the teachers seem to know about it.

“is this about that rumor?” geto questions gojo curiously, making your brows perk up.

“what rumor?” gojo repeats with interest, leaning into the table towards geto.

geto and gojo turn towards you comically simultaneously and even nanami’s eyes are on you, waiting for you to elaborate.

just as you’re about to respond, your mouth closes abruptly when a loud voice rings out across the cafeteria, piercing through the chatter and ensuring that everyone within earshot can hear it.

it’s a male student attempting to imitate what he believes are a woman’s moans, dramatically punctuating his performance with a semi-coherent sentence that escapes his lips in an exaggerated tone.

“fuck~ how big is it, professor gojo?” with a clearly mischievous grin, the male student shouts before sprinting off with his friends, their laughter echoing behind them as they make their exit.

a few days after the humiliating lunch with your favorite professors, you approach the door of professor gojo’s classroom with intentions to play the role of messenger once again and return a stack of files that professor geto requested of you.

but as your fingers graze the cracked door door, ready to swing it open, your face drains of blood as your hand hesitates at the sight of professor gojo in his desk chair, jerking himself off with his brows pinched and lips slightly parted.

his infamous cock, the one that's been on everyone’s mind lately, stands proudly amidst his unbuttoned slacks and a tuft of white hair, a sheen of moisture highlighting its pink hue. his large hand strokes it slowly and knowingly, coaxing clear, milky fluid to weep from the tip as if he’s purposefully teasing himself.

as you watch another bead of pre-cum dribble out, swiftly gathered by his thumb to provide extra lubrication for its impressive length. you can't help but gawk, fully aware now that the infamous rumor is undeniably true.

satoru gojo’s dick is huge.

you almost act appropriately, preparing to back away and return the files to geto with some half-assed excuse— but when a throaty groan escapes his lips as his hips stutter upward into his hand, you pause.

metaphorical drool leaks from your lips as you abandon all morals and watch through the crack of the door as your professor gets himself off in the empty classroom he teaches in—teaches you in.

after a few frustrating strokes with his shirt getting in the way, he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside, showing off his sculpted body as his abs and bicep clenches and releases with every desperate hump into his hand.

the first time he speaks makes you jump, guilty mind immediately assuming you’re caught but when you hear what he whines out, your eyes widen briefly in a trance as your chasm pushes out a drool of slick to pool into your panties.

“yeah? if you want it then touch it— better yet let me open you up?”

it’s as if he’s drifting into a daydream, moaning out words to deepen his immersion in the fantasy. you find it all too familiar— when the sensation of holding your bladder for too long, the pressure teasing sensitive spots, lures you to envision that pressure as a lengthy cock pushing against your walls in a vivid reverie, or when you’re all alone and grind against a surface you know you shouldn’t, imagining it to be someone’s face.

it’s as if his words are steeped in a fantasy of breaking someone in, his fist tightening around the tip as he delivers short, forceful thrusts, never going beyond the upper middle of his cock—like he’s trying to force his way into a tight cunt that he can’t seem to penetrate.

“o-oh! there we go,” he hisses, finally pushing past that first metaphorical ring of muscle and jerking his tight fist all the way down to the base where his white fluff is, “wasnt so— ngh— bad was it? gon’ move now.”

he then keeps his fist wrapped firmly around the underside of his tip, rhythmically thrusting all the way up into his unmoving hand like he’s actually thrusting balls deep into pussy. his jaw is clenched tightly, a conflicted expression etched on his face as his eyes shut tightly and his head tilts back, as if he’s desperately trying to control the pace, fighting the urge to cum too quickly.

“aww,” he coos through humps, the sound strained as he fights to suppress a whine, his tone trembling with every movement, “don’t cry baby—f-fuck— it’ll feel real good in a second.”

your knees grow weak as you chew on your bottom lip, your lidded, glazed eyes glued on his trembling body. you expected the outgoing, dominant professor gojo to remain silent and maturely stoic in the throes of pleasure, but it’s a happy surprise that here he is— a quivering, whiny mess, embarrassingly lost in the fantasy of fucking a crying virgin? who seems to be sobbing at the sheer size of him.

his virgin fantasy would be amusing if the sight wasn’t so fucking hot, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the way his clothed thigh muscles and exposed abdomen tenses and relaxes with every jut into his fist.

then, as he repeatedly murmurs "harder? sure you can handle that?" in a breathless cadence, he seems unable to resist the urge to finally allow his fist to aid his hips, thrusting his hips against his helping hand in a desperate pursuit of that mounting desire.

“i’m sorry— i’m sorry—fuck!” he suddenly moans, the sound louder than anything he’s made thus far, and maybe if you weren’t heart-eyed at the sight of ropes of cum splurting from his tip, you would have glanced around the hallway to ensure no one was witnessing this— or witnessing you witnessing this.

as the realization hits you that he’s apologizing because he’s creaming inside his fantasy virgin girl, you can’t help but let out a soft, deep satisfied breath as one thigh rubs against the other in deep need for friction.

his shaft twitches as cum travels through it, making it feel as though you’re able to see the anatomy of it all, how the muscles in his cock contract and twitch rhythmically to propel milky semen to shoot out and splatter against his clenched, glistening abdomen and hand, some even landing on his black slacks.

you salivate watching as he whines through it, like he can’t handle the high of it, like he’s a victim to his own self induced orgasm. but when the short moment subsides, and you watch as he sighs deeply in satisfaction before tucking his still- hard dick back into his slacks, you gulp and straighten up.

you turn toward the exit, the door you were just peeking through to your right. just as you’re about to speed walk all the way to your dorm to shamelessly rub yourself into next week, you briefly clench your eyes shut and let out a soft exhale, mentally cursing yourself for succumbing to the urge to see what would happen if you entered his classroom.

before you realize it, you’re pushing open his door, surprisingly successfully concealing your amusement as you watch him jump slightly and clear his throat at the sight of you. he quickly straightens his shirt and leans the front of his hips against his desk, hands resting atop it lazily.

“oh, i’m sorry,” you say contorting your face into an innocent student who feels bad for potentially disturbing their professor, “did i interrupt something? i should have knocked, i can come back—”

“huh? oh—no, no, of course not,” he nervously huffs, his natural playful nature tinted. he glances at the clock on the wall before flickering back at you, “it’s late, what’s up?”

“professor geto wanted me to give these to you,” you smile respectfully as you set the pile of files onto the desk, eyes lingering on the white stain of leftover cum on his slacks.

“ah— i see, thank you.” he lifts the first file, feigning interest at the front of the one beneath it, which reveals nothing but a name. his gaze then flicks up to meet yours that’s trained elsewhere, and you quickly look away from the stain, warmth creeping into your cheeks as you realize he noticed your wandering attention.

by the look on his face, it’s clear he doesn’t know exactly what made you flustered; he simply recognizes that he’s caught you off guard, his expression neutral yet attentive.

“it’s no big deal,” you dismiss, hands intertwined behind your back as you rock back on your heels and glance around the room like you’re observing it even though you’ve been in this classroom more than fifty times by now.

his eyes dart down to his pants where your gaze had lingered curiously, and they widen in realization. he clears his throat and hastily shifts the pile of files to conceal his front where the cum stain is, a hint of fluster crossing his features.

“is there anything else i can help with?” he questions, making you hum in thought.

“actually— yeah,” you nod with ‘genuine’ concern, making his head tilt in slight curiosity.

“can you break me i—” you can hear his breath catch as his body stiffens, his ears perking up at your familiar words, making the corner of your lips twitch smugly and undetectably, “—i mean, can you break in my grade a little for this semester? i just really need those credits, maybe there’s some extra work i can help with?”

he blinks for a moment and then shakes his head to dispel his thoughts, laughing lightheartedly at himself for clearly mishearing you.

“right— uh— extra credit you said?” he repeats, face contorting in one that’s trying desperately to focus.

you hum and nod.

“honestly, professor, i’ve been struggling,” you frown, making his brows twitch in sympathy, “it’s been such a big load lately, so big it’s hard to cope with. it’s so hard to fit into my schedule that i can’t help but cry trying to fit it all in.”

gojo swallows hard, his jaw briefly tightening as a charged silence stretches between you. his intense gaze locks onto you while you look down at your feet, a genuine expression of stress tugging at your pout.

when he doesn’t speak, you lift your eyes to him, curiosity prompting you to see what’s keeping him quiet. your gaze seems to pull him from his trance, and he blinks, startled back to the moment.

“i- um- i’m really,” he sighs, licking his lips briefly, “-sorry it’s been so hard for you, sweet girl.”

you can’t help but let your eyes flutter shut at the pet name, a rush of warmth flooding through you as you inhale sharply. instantly, you rub your eyes, pretending to fight back tears, determined to cover your reaction.

“i-it’s okay,” you murmur as you keep your face in your hands, making him sigh and walk around his desk to stand in front of you and lean back against it.

he reaches out and affectionately pats your head, prompting you to peek out from behind your hands and look up at him. slowly, you lower your hands to your sides, concealing the excitement bubbling inside you at his petting.

“we can figure out how to get you some easy extra credit so it’s a bit smoother for you, okay?” he coos softly, sympathy for his struggling student evident in his tone but it’s tinged with a deep raspy whisper.

“you should be having fun in college, going to parties and having fun with your friends, not crying over assignments.”

you hum softly in agreement with a nod, more aware of his prolonged touch against the top of your head and closeness of your bodies than whatever he’s saying about school.

“you’re right,” you huff, as if suddenly embarrassed of yourself, “i’ve never even been to my first college party or had the chance to find my first boyfriend.”

he takes a deep breath, exhaling just as fully as he clenches his teeth, causing rhythmic dimples to appear and vanish in his jaw before he finally pulls his hand away from your head.

“t-that’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he briefly scratches at the back of his neck before shoving his hands into his pockets as if to keep himself in check, “your.. firsts should be special.”

you can’t help but let a smile grow on your face before nodding with gleaming eyes up at him.

“well anyways, i’ll make sure to have a hand ready whenever you have a job for me,” you say, making him cough on his spit and quickly clear his throat to regain composure.

“right,” he nods with pinched brows, as if conflicted, “i’ll—uh— make sure to look for some assignments for you.”

“thank you,” you smile, gaze flickering down at his pants once again, face suddenly growing serious making gojo follow your eyes, “oh no, you have a stain on these.”

“oh,” gojo holds his hands out with a nervous chuckle as you sink down to your knees in front of him, “it’s no big deal, it’s fine. just got some— uh— mayonnaise on it from my sandwich.”

“no, no, these had to be more than a couple hundred dollars,” you glance up at him, brows raised, surprised by how unbothered he seems about ruining his expensive pants.

gojo gulps and shakes his head with shaky breaths, “i’ll just buy more— it’s really nothing you need to worry about.”

“i don’t mind, i actually have a little trick that’s been passed down in my family,” you explain with a smile, “it seems silly but it really works!— mayo you said?”

“yeah, mayo. but, seriously—” gojo cuts himself off with a sharp gasp, his eyes widening in shock, freezing with hands hovering in the air, as if unsure of where to settle them as you press your lips to the stain and start sucking on it. he can feel you even lap your tongue at it skillfully as your eyes flutter shut in concentration while occasionally tilting your head to find a better angle as if this were completely ordinary.

his eyes flick between the classroom door and you, your mouth pressed against his upper thigh— terrifyingly close to where his hard, throbbing dick is getting even harder with every suck of your pretty little mouth on his cum stain.

as if being slightly brought back to earth when the thought arises that someone could walk in, he tangles his hand into your hair and gently nudges you to stop with a ‘ah— ah no no no, wait,’ despite the way he can’t help but roll his eyes back softly. and even though the tug on your hair lacks any real conviction, you still do what he asks and pull back, licking your lips as you gaze up at him.

before he can even say anything, you gesture at the stain and he glances down to see that it’s now non existent, you sucked it all out, the thought making his dick pulse out a glob of pre into his boxers.

“all gone,” you smile up at him, acting unaware of his hand still tangled in your hair, “see? nice trick, right?”

he gulps as you stand, making him take his hand back awkwardly and shove them both into his pockets in attempt to cover his protruding dick. he can’t help but be thankful for that silly rumor going around about him now that he’s popping a very obvious boner, hoping that rumor is aiding to make it seem like maybe he’s just that big naturally while soft instead of being terribly hard right now.

“r-right— uh— thank you,” he nods, pursing his lips briefly as he grapples with what just happened. thanking you for sucking his cum out of his slacks without your knowledge of what you actually just ingested causes guilt but not as much as it sends blood to his cock.

you nod and smack your lips briefly with a laugh, “weird tasting mayo.”

he almost chokes on air at your words, making the apples of his cheeks flush pink, “o-oh, yeah i get the—um— vegan.. kind.”

you hum with a sweet smile, “it’s actually pretty tasty.”

and now he actually does choke on air, making him cough and curl into himself as he tries to catch his breath.

“professor? you okay?” you ask as you lay a comforting hand onto his back, unable to push away the amused smile on your expression now that he can’t see your face as he’s huddled over.

he finally catches his breath and exhales deeply before gulping and standing straight once again.

“yeah- yes,” he clears his throat, “you should probably get back to your dorm, it’s late.”

you glance back at the clock and then nod with a smile.

“oof— it is late. thanks again for being so willing to give me extra credit, i’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

you approach the exit with a growing smile before pulling the door open. holding it wide, you glance back at him over your shoulder, your expression warm.

“you’re definitely my favorite professor,” you compliment sweetly before turning back to the door.

he lets out a chuckle that doesn’t sound so genuine, prompting you to stifle a snicker as you walk through the door. you can't help but relish the thought that he has no idea you've been teasing him all along, believing himself to be the perv when, in reality, you've been subtly planting ideas in his mind since the moment you stepped into the room.

“have a good da— night,” he calls back, stuttering over his words, fully aware that you’ve already slipped out the door and likely out of earshot.

frustration and embarrassment he hasn’t felt since his highschool days washes over him as he drags his hands down his face, muttering at himself, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

he quickly winces at the realization that his hand likely still has remnants of cum on it and he snaps it away from his face with a grimace before gathering his things to go home. maybe he’ll call nanami to confess his sins, not that he’s a priest, but he would undoubtedly have an earful to say about it. it feels like he deserves some kind of punishment for allowing a student to unknowingly taste his cum.

you can’t help but clasp your hands over your beaming smile in disbelief and amusement as you pace out of the hallway, practically bursting to call nobara and share every detail of what just happened.

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what did i just write🧍‍♀️

I love smaus

ღAccidentally sending them nudes

ʚContent: suggestive content, swearing, use of pretty, babygirl (ironically), mostly fem! reader but can be read as gn

ʚcharacters included: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Noya, Sugawara, Daichi, Asahi

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just the tip? - choso kamo; no nut november "i don't think i can do this," choso mumbles, burying his face into your neck and ignoring the movie in the background. "jus' the tip. please, baby, lemme have this," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hip and squeezing. "cho, pay attention to the movie." you murmur back, tugging on a strand of his hair, and he only shakes his head and fumbles for the remote. "no, baby, i can't do this challenge, its hard..." his cock is already painfully hard and swollen in his pants as he palms your thighs, pouting. "need t'have you...please..." and chosos drowsy eyes meet yours, and he looks so needy, that you cant tell him no. his fingers pull your panties to the side just enough, and he cant stop himself from hastily shoving down his sweatpants and he whimpers when he gets to slide his tip against your sopping cunt. hes kissing you, messy and wet and grabbing at your flesh as best he can while he pants against your mouth. he cant wait, he said just the tip, but- his hips stutter forward, sinking into you another inch and making him babble mindlessly against your lips. "oh- please, so good, she's suckin' me in-" he drawls, tears gathering on his eyelashes as he whimpers against your chest. his swollen, blushing tip is kissing against your walls, weak, delirious cants of his hips pushing just a little further into you and making him groan against your neck. choso was so sure he'd survive no-nut-november. when you first told him about it, he thought it would be easy. "she's so loud f'me, baby," hes breathing into your skin, fevered pants and open-mouthed, sticky kisses to your neck. it wasnt easy. he made it a week, but now, he barely thinks he can last a minute with your pretty little cunt sucking him in. he doesn't even realize hes crying and hiccupping through his moans. his vision is white with stars while hes twitching inside you, finally bottoming out inside you and almost immediately losing himself in a nauseating climax that makes him swear he'll pass out. but he doesnt, his eyes lidded and his breath ragged as he rolls his hips into yours again and again, his cock hilted snugly inside your cunt while he tries not to crush you under his weight. the whole time, hes whining into your shirt, babbling about how pretty you look, how good your sopping walls are sucking him in and taking his whole load as he presses his face into your chest.

when he gets ahold of himself, hes kissing you all over your face, smiling deliriously and making sure you cum just as good as he did with his rough thumb to your clit and slow, tantalizing rolls of his hips into yours.

he probably wont be doing no-nut-november next year.

HAHAHAHA bucky being a horndog is so cute

Loud Thoughts

Summary: Bucky has been a bit off lately and Steve is growing concerned: he asks Wanda to take a peek at his thoughts and is surprised at what she finds.

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, swearing

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“You want me to, what?”

Steve bit his bottom lip, his head tilted down as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Look — I know how bad that sounds. Normally I wouldn’t ask you to do this but I’m worried about him. Buck has been doing really well since he got back from Wakanda, but now… something’s off.”

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, nodding slowly. She agreed; he had been recovering well, it was noticeable. Bucky had only been here for a couple months but he was adjusting nicely; getting comfortable with the routine, getting friendly with the team, getting back to being Bucky again.

“Did something happen? Like — a bad day, or a trigger?” Wanda asked. She recounted the last time Barnes was in the field. “Wasn’t his last mission a success?”

He shook his head, thinking of the mission report Bucky had made.

“Not that I can think of—and yeah it was. Couldn’t have been that.”

He hadn’t had any run ins with the agents, no one reported any issues. Bucky was clear on all accounts; so what was going on?

“He just seems out of it,” Steve continued, “Like he’s somewhere else. And he’s jumpy. That isn’t like him, he’s a soldier for God’s sake. He’s got some steel in there.”

Steve tapped his head for effect, “Ya’ know?”

Wanda puffed out her cheeks, she didn’t feel right about reading Bucky’s mind but Steve was right. Bucky had seemed a little distant lately—he was never present in the moment. Steve was only asking out of the goodness of his heart. Wanda wanted what was best for the team and finding out what was messing with Barnes was part of that.

She pursed her lips as she stared at the super soldier. “Just once, that’s all?”

Steve nodded eagerly, “Yes! Just once to see what’s on his mind, that’s it. I just—I need something to work with, he won’t give me anything.”

Wanda understood, if Bucky wouldn’t talk to Steve about what was bothering him then it had to be serious.

Wanda weighed her options: do it and you’ve completely violated someone’s privacy, DON’T do it and have Steve continue begging you with those big blue eyes…

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MY JAW DROPPED TO HELLLL

I’m nervous to ask this, but was Choso using the conditioner on his pubes??

You should be scared…because it wasn’t what he was doing with the conditioner but rather to the bottle containing conditioner……