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Smashing Diamonds

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: The well-organized party turns south for Nate when he sees his former fling just a few steps away from Maddie, with whom he recently rekindled. Deciding to stay away from her, he realizes he can't help himself after noticing what she is wearing. Word count: 2.3k (2381 words)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, name-calling, slut shaming, degradation, fingering, a bit of chocking, cursing, unprotected sex

A/n: I don't know why but I got the need to try something dirty and Nate is the perfect person to try this on. Anyway, first time really trying to get into it, so I apologize if it isn't the best. Also, I wrote this as quickly as I could, because I was afraid the writer's block was gonna get me, but thankful it did!

Friday night, a perfect time for partying. When your friend Lea first mentioned the idea, you already knew what you wanted to wear. A very transparent top and skirt, with minimal material, mostly consisting of thin stripes of diamonds. A hot look for any club.

However, Lea didn't have any club on her mind. She mentioned your friends from East Highland High.

" You remember Barbara, yeah, well she said that there was this party happening on Friday and how we should totally come. " You thought about it, not much linked you to the people from there, which seemed like a great opportunity to meet new people and face new adventures. Without any hesitation, you agreed to this party.

~~~time skip~~~

After dressing up, you gave yourself a few spins, and view your reflection from the full body mirror, admiring the shiny gems that only covered small parts of your skin.

" This is going to be epic. " You took a selfie of yourself as you heard a car honking in front of your house. Quickening your steps, you managed to pass your living room with neither of your parents taking a glance at you, knowing they wouldn't approve of the outfit.

" Damn, girl, are you trying to get knocked up?!?! " Lea let her jaw fall to the floor as you were walking towards her car.

" Hahaha, not really. " A giggle slipped through your glossy lips.

" Well, good luck trying to find a guy who will pull out in time with you like this. "

You gasped dramatically, giggling once again. " Oh my God, Lea! " She winked at you, driving away from your house and straight to the party house.

Before you even stepped into the house, a smell of weed hit your nose. Alcohol bottles were at every table, every counter, and at any corner available. The whole house was covered in purple and pink lights, pouring over the crowds, not missing a single human. Music was bombing the whole place with its beat, and you couldn't wait to get to the dancing.

You noticed that just next to the big sofa, Barbara sat on an armchair, vaping casually. Lea and you made your way over to her. She quickly saw you coming her way and stood up with open arms.

" Look who's here!! " She screamed out, even though it was barely heard due to the loud music.

" So glad you could come! " She said firstly looking at Lea and then at you. It took her 10 seconds to look at you before she commented " Obviously with a purpose! "

You laughed, smiling at her and slightly shrugging. Lea just nodded enthusiastically at her. She encourages you to give Barbara a turn, at which you initially shake your arms. However, Barbara was intrigued and kept encouraging you to do so. Giving them a mocking eye roll, you spun around with Lea holding your hand in the air.

" Well shit, you better take that ass on the dance floor. " BB clicked with her tongue.

" Oh, don't worry I will, but first I need a drink to warm up. " At your words Barbara, lead you two to the drinks, giving each of you a glass.

" In that case, drink the fuck up! "

Two and a half cups of alcohol were more than enough to make you drag yourself and Lea on the dance floor. The beat was gushing out of the speakers so loudly, you could feel it in your chest.

You completely let yourself go to the music, the freedom you were able to feel while dancing was mesmerizing. Nothing else had your focus and attention, with this addictive feeling you couldn't care less what your outfit was showing and whatnot.

Across the room, Nate was standing with his friends, as each held their cup, staring at the new girl. You.

" Fuck, who's that? " One groaned out while eyeing your body.

" Just some girl from Valley Torah High. " Nate's voice spoke as each of his friends turned to him with interest.

" Yo, Jacobs, you never told us about this one. You fucked her, right? " The same guy asked, waiting to hear confirmation. Nate looked at him quickly before, staring back at you.

" Ohhh! So where are the photos, we didn't see her yet. " Nate frowned at him, as the group of guys laughed.

" I didn't take any. " He admitted quickly. Meeting the guy's confused faces, he added. " Didn't have time. "

" I see. " The black-haired one said straightening himself up. " Well in that case we will make some. " He turned to the guy next to him, pulling out his phone and handing it to him, before deciding otherwise and giving his phone to Nate.

" I trust you will know better which angles to film. " With that, he started approaching you. Nate didn't even acknowledge the phone fully, his mind was kept on you.

The way you swayed to the song, dancing and turning. Nate had sex with you twice, firstly after meeting you at a party and the secondly when you accidentally found yourself in the same store. Expect that nothing else happened, you two barely ever talked, you knew your names but that was it.

Nate did make an effort to ask for your number, but with him getting together with Maddie once again, he didn't think of contacting you. He did, however, look at your social media, just enough to know which school you attended and who you hung out with.

Since he was on good terms with Maddie, who knows would you two ever interact again, if it wasn't for this night, that outfit, and Nate's friend.

As the guy was approaching you, Nate took the chance to look at your surroundings, seeing his girlfriend had spotted you. " Of course, she did, who fucking didn't? " He thought to himself while watching the stipes of your skirt reveal your cheeks.

The sight made him close his eyes for a second to regain his senses. The outfit was almost slutty, whorish, he thought, but yet it just made it harder for him to not start rubbing his pants.

Just before the man next to you could get to you, one of Nate's friends tried to call out to him. " Yo, you filmin' this? "

Without any hesitation, Nate dropped the damn phone, muttering under his breath " fuck this. " and fastly started making his way towards you.

His friends laughed a bit, at his reaction, waiting to see what was about to unfold. You were still in your own world when a black-haired guy spoke to you. " Hey- " not even properly starting his sentence before Nate go to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. " Thanks for borrowing me your phone, now you can go back for it, I left it with Caleb. " The taller guy said, composed and relaxed.

You stared at the two strangers, the taller one had a serious face as he spoke to the other one. " What are you talk- "

" Caleb has it. Your phone. " He cut him off, you tried to hear better what were they talking about as you leaned closer to them. The two of them just stared at each other, not matching their facial expression.

" Go. " The taller one almost whispered it to the other one's ear, who left only a second later. Just then you could recognise the man in front of you.

" Oh hey, you. Nate right? " He just nodded slowly, his eyes watching you lazily, his figure towering over you. You stared at him, awkwardly standing, feeling a bit uncomfortable since you were the only two people not dancing in the crowd.

" Come with me. " Nate said, walking away to the stairs. You followed before stopping in front of the stairs and calling after him. " For what? "

He turned to you, an annoying expression on his face, almost frustrated. " We both know why you are here, so you gonna come and get it or what? " You turned back to see Lea was drinking at the kitchen counter, before meeting your eye, you supposed she couldn't see Nate, but she knew what going upstairs meant, so with a jovial smile, she made a cheering gesture.

You laughed, acknowledging her excitement, and then followed Nate upstairs. He didn't look at the people that were there, he walked right passed them and into a room, that seemed almost fully prepared for this encounter to take place.

You went in after him, closing the door. " So you remember me? " He asked a rhetorical question. " Then you must remember what you were doing to me. " Your eyes glanced at him innocently, after all that dancing, you still felt a bit mischievous.

" I don't know Nate, am I suppose remember it? " He immediately came closer to you, almost fully, chest to chest. " You wanna play a game ha? "

" Is this what you came for? "

You preached up your lips as if you were thinking about it, locking up at him and seeing the tense position of his jaw. A lot took for you to not smile, since you knew the moment you looked down you would see how much more tension was held in his lower area. But, of course you couldn't resist to look. " Oh my. " You gasped, almost faking it. " Now I see what is stressing you out. "

Your hand automatically pushed itself on his bulge, making him bite into his lower lip. But before you could even react to that, he spun you around and pinned you on the wall. Now his covered dick almost went right into your hole, as he made the quietest groan ever.

As he held you in that position, his big hands began to rub in the inner of both of your thighs, the warmth it was creating made you push yourself into him completely out of reflex. He groaned into your ear, before sneaking one of his hands into your panties, only to rip them off you. His fingers immediately stuck themselves inside you, teasing each and every part viciously.

" Fuck, ah! " You moaned hard into the wall. He left his right hand to flick around your pussy and let his left hand reach your breasts. He easily got to them, as only the diamond stripes kept him from squeezing them firmly causing you to hiss out in a painful satisfaction.

" Fuck, yeah! Tell me how it feels. " Nate pushed his still-covered front into you, as his fingers played with your entrance, before entering into you once again.

" Oh, Nate! " You practically screamed out his name. " It feels so fucking good! " You couldn't help but drag yourself all over his pants, just wishing you could pull them down. However, your hands were more preoccupied with holding you against the wall.

" Imagine how good would it feel with my dick inside you. " At that, you whined mockingly, pushing your ass into him. This made his hand leave your pinched breasts as he smacked your ass, vividly leaving his handprint on it.

" A whore like you would, just love that, wouldn't you? " You nodded hard, making sure he had seen it. His left hand then once again made contact with your ass, slapping it to the point of full redness. His fingers still worked on you, as you felt your orgasm approaching. Nate noticed it, smirking before completely letting you go. He placed his hands on his pants, starting to pull them down. You turned to him, wishing to do it yourself, but were met with rejection.

" You better keep those hands on the fucking wall. You already fucked with me enough tonight, so I'm going to let you know how it feels. " You barely turned around, as he slipped his hard dick into you. The sudden thrust into you made you scream out in pleasure. Nate didn't even let you take a full breath in before he started pounding into you.

He thrusted more and more into you, groaning at the feeling. His hands held your hips as he fucked you. His eyes watched your ass bounce with all the diamond stripes. The diamonds glimmered and shook at each smack, creating a quite beautiful sight that was hard to look away from. It was mesmerizing him and he truly thought about how much he enjoyed this, having you against the wall, being completely at his mercy and command, he was becoming harder just thinking about it.

You hummed at his thrusts until Nate grabbed your neck and choked it." Be louder...can't hear you. " He said as he slammed his full length into you. " Mhm, I'm gonna cum! " You yelped out, squeezing his dick so perfectly. " Yeah, come on...fuck! " Nate encouraged smugly, stopping his rhyme just for a moment. " I want to see you cum on my dick. " He then slammed once again, strongly into you, as you shook helplessly.

" You wanted this all along. To get...fucked so well. And so...dirty! " Nate panted into your ear, biting on your earlobe, before relesing it. " Mhm, fuck...I like you this tight. And wet. " His left hand was left at your ass as his right one returned to your pussy. Fingers rubbing into you, before sliding in.

" Mhmm... " You moaned as tears started to come out of your eyes. " Yeah...come on! Come on my dick! " With just one merciless push into you, you released your juices all over him. Nate groaned at the feeling of wetness covering him, throwing his head back, before returning to fucking you.

" Nate! Ah! " You groaned, feeling his dick twitch. " Fuck, cum in me! " When you said it, almost breathlessly, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. It took a few more thrusts, before he too released his juices, pushing himself fully into you, back to back. He left breaths on your back, as you both calmed down and returned to your normal breathing pace.

Nate pulled his dick out of you, walked over to the bathroom, getting himself a towel and cleaning himself up.

" You still fuck good, Jacobs. I remember it. " Nate only smirked at your words, trying to not let it affect him too much. He took one towel and gave it to you to do the same.

" I still have your number. I might text you for another time. "

" We will see if you will. "

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lollipopd · 11 months

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GOJO would honestly leave in the middle of a fight with a curse if he receives an “I miss you” text from you, just saying!

He’s getting ready to activate his domain expansion to kill a special grade curse when his phone dings, and when he checks it — already knowing that you’re the one messaging him because he has everyone else on do not disturb — he sees your message.

He instantly stops activating his domain, puts his blindfold back on, and says, “I gotta go, we can pick this back up later,” and leaves right in the middle of battle.

And when he gets yelled at by the elders for not immediately killing the special grade curse, he just looks at them and goes, “I’m sorry, but have you seen my girlfriend? And how gorgeous she is? If she wants me to come over, you better believe that I’ll drop anything and everything to go see her.”

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lollipopd · 11 months

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THE SPRING I MET YOU

GOJO さとる

He hates spring because of "allergies"; he blames his sniffly nose and red eyes on the season.

Warnings : angst (heartbreak)

Playme : First Love/Late Spring

SPRING 2006

You had met Gojo Satoru through a common friend — Geto Suguru.

Oh how many times had you heard him say, like a broken record;

"You really have to meet this guy, you're gonna click with him I just know it. You're like the same person."

You're like the same person.

Suguru'd nag you to meet Satoru ever since he entered Jujutsu High, because he thought he was... you know, just the kinda guy you'd fall in love with. And he hated to see you moping around, lonely and hopelessly seeking a lover that was certainly not "coming to you on a summer breeze" like your mother insisted.

So you met Satoru, by Suguru's demand.

And your first impression of him was: oh no; he's an idiot.

A loud-mouthed, obnoxious idiot. Inappropriate. Overconfident. Irresponsible.

And his first impression of you was: eh, she's too shy.

A put-together, attractive woman. Too proper. Too shy. Too responsible.

If you and him were words, then you were antonyms to each other.

But that didn't matter, it was just the peripheral view you had of each other; something still drew you into each other. Like the universe was drawing up a constellation especially for you and him.

What did you have in common? Nothing. What did you like about his personality? Nothing. But Satoru was always nobody but himself and you liked that. That's the thing about him that saved you from viewing him as an unworthy madman.

And you? He thought you were always trying too hard to be somebody else, someone you were not, someone you could never be — and he wanted to change that. To see what was beneath the diffidence, beneath the plastic sheet that you covered over the image of your self.

He wanted to provoke you more than anyone else, not for the purpose of eliciting a cheap reaction and feeling fleeting amusement, but because he wanted to get you out of your shell.

His heart was on his sleeve, and yours was wrapped up in winter layers even though it was a warm spring. Satoru peeled off the layers one by one, until finally he found his gold; your sweet, tender, loving heart. And once he found it he grabbed it in a way that showed he intended for no one else to steal it from him; his love, all his.

It was just beautiful from then on. You and him. Satoru and you. The two stars in the constellation that the universe specifically designed just for you and him. Only you and him.

How did the first date happen? It just happened. How did the first kiss happen? It just happened. How did the first slow dance happen? It just happened. How did the boyfriend girlfriend thing happen? It just happened.

Everything between you and him always just happened. Like Tetris blocks falling perfectly into place. Like puzzle pieces perfectly connecting. Like clockwork.

No friction, no tediousness, no miscommunication between your stars. You and him shared your minds, bodies and souls with each other.

Like you were the same person.

SPRING 2009

Satoru's face trembled and nose reddened as tiny tears rolled out of his eyes.

This was the first time he had cried in three years. And it was a first for having an emotional breakdown in public, in the middle of a busy train station.

"Satoru, I'm sorry." you said to him. "I have to start my life."

"But we've already started a life here, together!" he yelled with a broken voice, in the middle of that busy train station. People looked.

It was Spring of 2009; you were breaking up with a 20 yr old Gojo Satoru as sensibly and sensitively as you could, but he still acted like a child.

When you and him had gotten together in 2006, both of you were just simple-minded, carefree teenagers who had yet to be shaped by the hurt of life.

Oh him and his prismatic feelings, they spill out the edge at the right angle and show a display of everything you never thought he felt.

"Things have changed. I've changed, and so have you. We have to move on from each other." you said, and he shook his head and looked at you like he was falling to pieces.

"I haven't changed! I'm still your boy. C-can't we talk about this at the cafe—

"—Satoru, my train is here."

SPRING 2018

"—Sensei, the train is here!"

He was interrupted back then just like he's been interrupted now from his daydream of you.

"What's the matter?"

Gojo-sensei's blindfold soaks up his tears, but it can't muffle his sniffling or reddened cheeks and ears. His nose wrinkles up and wiggles to the side as he sniffles and runs the back of his hand under his nostrils.

"Allergies. This is why I hate spring." he chuckles.

"Aw, get allergy medicine."

"Yeah yeah, I will. You rascals catch your train before it runs off without you." Gojo

「じゃあ！」 Yuji raises a hand of goodbye to his teacher and boards the train with Megumi and Nobara.

He waves goodbye to his students, lifting his blindfold to catch a peek before the train carries them out of sight. His smile drops when they can no longer see him at all.

He stares for a long moment at the place where you once stood, and remembers two memories;

One late spring you were on your tip-toes kisssing him for the first time.

And one late spring you were waiting for your train, breaking his heart with goodbye.

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

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lollipopd · 11 months

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“I don’t know if you’ve ever put on lube before, but it’s not like there’s a layer of Vaseline on you; it’s just almost like your skin is super smooth and slick; it feels kind of gross, but at the same time, you feel really well moisturized. You’re not like, “Ew, get it off of me.” You’re more like, ‘This is kind of gross. I want to get this off as soon as possible. But maybe I can stop and get a sandwich first.’” —Evan Peters on wearing the Rubberman suit

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lollipopd · 11 months

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if i could bring you anything, i swear to god i'd bring you peace

pairing: suguru x reader

wc: 811

a/n: had a sad girl moment yesterday, so enjoy this fluff i dredged up from the depths of my drafts <3

The muffled sound of your music goes quiet, and you wait a few beats before pushing yourself up to check what’s wrong. You take a deep breath as you breach the surface of the water, lungs burning at the intake of air, and your eyebrows pinch together almost immediately in annoyance at the sight in front of you.

“What are you doing?” Suguru isn’t even trying to hide the amused, albeit slightly concerned, look on his face. He’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, spinning your phone between his fingers.

“Having a sad girl bathtub moment, what does it look like?” you huff, leaning forward to grab the device—he really had the nerve to stop the music in the middle of such a good song—but he holds it above his head and out of your reach.

“Like you’re trying to see how long you can hold your breath. Like you dropped your ring but it fell down the drain when you were trying to get it and you don't know how to tell me so now you’ve given up. Like maybe I should be more worried. Should I be more worried?” He raises an eyebrow and you let out a quiet sigh, your shoulders sagging slightly with the motion, and the sight makes it feel like a weight has settled on his chest.

“No, I’m fine, can I please just have my music back?” You stick your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the puppy dog eyes you know usually make him fold.

But Suguru still doesn’t hand over your phone and instead sets it on the counter. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Rough day?”

His voice is so soft it threatens to break down the walls you’ve been holding up since you got out of bed that morning.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “I just didn’t know when you’d be home, and—”

“You could have texted me.” Suguru frowns, but you wave him off.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I wasn’t gonna bother you.”

Suguru lets out an almost exasperated laugh, and the sound makes your belly warm. “Anything that makes you want to do this is a big enough deal to me.” He grabs your phone off the counter. “Tell you what. You have until I’m done making dinner to finish sad girl bathtub hours. You can still be sad, and we can talk about your day if you want to, or we can do something else. But what I’m not going to let you do is turn into a human-sized prune in our bathtub.” He sets your phone on the edge of the tub and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

You nod slowly, relaxing at the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin before tilting your head up to urge him into a kiss.

Suguru hums into your mouth, pulling back for a fleeting moment to nudge his nose against your cheek. “Say okay,” he whispers.

“Okay,” you breathe, and you lean closer to capture his lips again and deepen the kiss. You pull one hand out from under the water and cup his jaw before pushing your fingers into his hair, your teeth flashing in the briefest glimpse of a grin at the way he jumps when water trickles down his neck.

He pulls away and you have to fight off a laugh as he wipes at the back of his head and noticeably shivers. “I’ll call for you when dinner’s ready.”

“Or…” You tilt your head to the side and give him a sweet smile. “You could join me?”

Suguru huffs out a ‘no-fucking-way’ laugh and shakes his head. “Absolutely not. That water is way too cold.” You pout, but he’s already standing up and turning toward the door. “I mean it. We can have sad girl blanket burrito hours or sad girl movie marathon hours, but we’re not going to have sad-girl-getting-hypothermia-in-the-bath hours.”

And this time you do laugh, and in that moment you both know he’s made the breakthrough you needed from him. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He nods, and he begins making his way back out of the bathroom when you call for him.

“Suguru?”

He turns back around and raises an eyebrow in a silent question.

“I love you,” you murmur with a voice so soft it makes his heart swell. “And thank you.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “I love you too.”

You watch him leave the bathroom and then close your eyes, letting yourself take what feels like the first deep breath you’ve been able to manage all day. And then you look at where your phone is still resting on the side of the tub, waiting for you to press play, and you reach forward and pull the drain.

fun fact i felt like i needed to title this some phoebe bridgers lyric but i'm sadly not a phoebe girlie and i couldn't lie to y'all like that

reblogs & comments always appreciated <3

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lollipopd · 11 months

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YOU & ME & HER . !!

sypnosis; professor Kento hardly works overtime as he despises it so much and only wants to go home to his family. However, during the past few weeks, it seems like he's been working waaaaayyy later than usual, not to mention, he has a student to take care of.

cw. cheating, mentions of nanami's wife, thigh riding, student!reader x prof!nanami, age gap but not mentioned, vaginal penetration, backshot, blindfold, choking, HAIR PULLING, afab!reader, NOT PROOFREAD. all characters 18+ !

wc. 2.7k

Professor Nanami is a married man, everyone knows that. He makes sure to wear his ring all the time, and unconsciously even bragging about it.

Nanami is perfectly happy with his wife, and his son, Yuji. To many, Nanami clearly doesn't need anything else in his life, right? After all, he gets to come home after work to his sweet wife who greets him with a warm hug and dinner prepared on the table, and a kiss from his 5 year old son who's eager to play with him. A cozy life was all that Nanami needed.

However, at his University, things get tough. Students with zero common sense would test his patience, he tried his best to keep his calm composure, strictly repeating what to do with the activity he had assigned just a few minutes ago. And worse, he had to work overtime due to students with missing outputs. It's clear to say, the environment in the university irritates him. He wants to get work done early and go home to his beloved family.

Either Way, Nanami knows he can't just go home yet. He has a student to take care of. A student whose grades at his subject has been dropping quite.. concerning. And as the responsible professor he is, Nanami works overtime all for this student. It's been like that for months.

As you brushed past the hallway, you noticed it was empty. Students were leaving, while you were stuck here all because you weren't doing well in psychology. You pouted as you saw a view of your friends having fun outside, giggling and having leisurely time. Your fingers slightly pressed down on the glass, as you examined your friends for a moment. You quickly turned down all negative thoughts of whatever you'll be missing out on, you had sir Nanami to entertain.

Once you made it outside of his office, you swear you could feel your heart accelerating. Although you've done multiple study sessions with Nanami, you're always nervous around him deep down. You act like you're used to him and his presence, despite that, there's still a lingering presence of worry in your heart. Maybe it's because─

“professor Kentoooo !” you chirped outside, knocking on his office door, disregarding all thoughts. You're calling him by his first name now, and not many people have the priviledge to do that, and you could say you're 'special' towards him.

“Come in.” a voice behind the door spoke, the same old deep and rather tired voice of Nanami. As you heard his permission, you hurriedly opened his door, smiling at him, making yourself known to him once more.

You looked at him, busy with his paper sheets, a red pen on his hand as he was writing something down on what you assume was your classmate's paper.

With a witty smile on your face, you walked towards him, going behind the back of his chair, and wrapping your arms behind him, resting your face on his shoulder. “Kento, still busy?” you probed him, nuzzling your nose at his neck, enveloping his scent.

“didn't I tell you not to use my first name outside my office?” he answered, not sparing a glance on you, too occupied by the papers he had to mark.

You pouted, tightening your grip on him. “but there weren't anymore students outside…” you reasoned, although it was true, there was a part of you that just wanted to tease him. He didn't change direction though, a solemn expression, focused on grading papers.

You were beginning to grow impatient with him, really. You sighed as you let go of him. Though, you weren't gonna give up on his attention like that. You could say that maybe you've started to become his little attention whore. You unzipped your jacket, leaving you on your blouse and miniskirt, and you unbuttoned the first two buttons of your blouse.

The sound finally caught his attention, and he turned to look at you. He grew rather.. confused. Nanami knew you were impatient, but today was different. You then moved near him, before leaning down and cupping his cheeks. “need you, Kento.” you murmured before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “can't really say no to you, can I? Come here.” he finally finaaaallyyyy placed his attention on you, and gestured you to sit on his lap.

Your eyes brightened up once he said this, and a tiny gasp of celebration was heard from you. You eagerly crawled up to his lap, sitting down on his thighs, facing him. Just as you thought you'd finally get what you wanted from the start, but no. He went back to marking his paper works after placing a kiss on your cheek.

You whine at this, resting your head on the crook of his neck. Just as you were about to proceed with your tantrum, Nanami's phone rang.

You didn't see who it was, but he quickly picked it up. You stayed silent, listening to the slightly audible sounds coming from his phone. It was a female's voice.

“hello, sweetheart.” Nanami spoke, and you could see his expression softening up. Though you could see how Nanami also softens up with you, this one was different. It was his wife.

A part of you envied his wife, you were greedy over Nanami, and perhaps you wanted him all to yourself, but you can't. He had a family.

“Ah.. apologies, love. I won't be home 'till 7, I have a student to tutor.” he informed his wife as he looked down on you. This wasn't any ordinary tutoring, and this was wrong.

“yes .. yes. Okay, I love you, see you later.” he said before hanging up the phone, and looking at you.

You were staring at him, you looked rather dumbfounded, and Nanami grew curious with your expression. “are you okay?” he asked, before you nodded, a 'yes' coming out of your mouth, before you buried your face on his neck.

“Kento, this is selfish but..” you paused, debating whether to continue or not. You knew this was wrong, and you knew how this wasn't a question you should be asking a man whos in his late 30s and married. You wanted to ask him, me or her? you wanted your feelings to be validated, but that was just wrong. You quickly disregarded of all ideas of continuing and scoffed. “forget about it.”

You sat in a comfortable silence with him, as he continued for a few minutes. Your mood was rather down, you didn't know if you could do it today with him. Not after how you witnessed how soft he was with his wife.

“you're quiet, why, affected by my wife?” he suddenly questioned, and that took you back.

“what? No! Of Course not. I understand that this is just some .. affair.” you murmured, denying his accusations.

“your aura doesn't agree with you.” he retorted back, and what was he talking about? nevertheless, you shut down all accusations, and cupped his cheeks with your hands. “your accusations are pointless. Can I make out with you already? I've been waiting since.. for forever.” you quickly changed the topic, trying to forget of your jealousy.

“acting all tough now, aren't you? go ahead, be my guest.” he remarked, and you swiftly crashed your lips at his. You felt his hands roam, moving to your hips, down to your ass cheeks, and then giving it a light squeeze. You were the first to pull away, your cheeks slowly heating up and a shade of pink visible on them.

Nanami looked at you, lustfilled, just how fast the mood changes. “do you want more, baby?” he asked you, placing a kiss on the exposed skin, your collarbone. “please.” you answered, softly grinding your clothed pussy on his shaft.

“fuck.. show me how desperate you are, angel.” he whispered, unbuttoning the rest of your blouse, and unclasping your bra, freeing your boobs.

“... you're mean, kento.” you muttered before slowly angling your clothed pussy, at his thigh, and slowly grinding yourself on it. You swear this was so embarrassing, but you couldn't stop yourself. This felt good, and you were desperate for pleasure, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

“please, Kento..” you gasped, picking up your pace, humping his thigh like some bitch in heat. You then guided one of his hand towards your breast, indirectly asking him to play with it. Nanami got the hint, and started playing with it. His other hand soon followed, toying with your boobs.

You slowed down your pace for him, and he leaned in to press kisses and suck on your left areola. “kentoooo ..!” you whined out when he suddenly teased your nipple, softly and playfully biting it. You placed one of your hands on his hair, stroking it slightly as the other went down to your clit, rubbing yourself.

Your pussy was soaking underneath the layer of fabric, and your panties were wet. And it looks like Nanami isn't stopping 'till he's satisfied with the love marks he's leaving on your breasts.

Once he's done, you grinded yourself faster on his thigh. You swear you might even stain his pants, but who cares? You were needy. “ pleasepleaseplease kento─” you whined, humping his thigh as if there was no tomorrow.

“please what, hm? To me, you look perfectly fine like this.” he responded, a second later you find yourself shaking your head in disagreement. “then what is it that you want?” he inquired and you stopped moving, thinking of the words. It would be embarrassing, but at this point, you were obviously desperate, a fucking slut even.

“please .. fuck me, sir Kento, wan' you to fill me up.” you breathed, your hands slightly trembling from how embarrassed you were, and you tried your best not to break eye contact with him.

Even though Nanami almost never shows any physical reaction, there you heard him scoff, and with an almost unnoticeable smile.

“my girl wants it so badly..” he paused, caressing your hair, “alright, fine.” he gave in, pressing a soft peck on your temple.

“since you wanna be fucked so badly, I guess I'll make this a little.. different.” he says, and you curiously wondered what he meant by this.

The next thing you saw was him loosening and removing his necktie with just one hand. You felt your face heating up from this, gosh that was attractive.

“stay still.” he ordered, and you obliged. He leaned in forward, and he placed his necktie just above your eyes, using it as a blindfold. Pure darkness was all you could see, but you still felt Nanami's presence right next to you.

The next thing you knew was that Nanami had bent you over, and you assumed it was his desk. You could touch the stacked papers if you just moved your hands far enough.

You didn't know what his next actions would be, not with this blindfold on you. You mindlessly turned your head, not even knowing why you did it when it would just be pitch darkness.

“kento?” you turned your head to your side, your voice sounding unsure. “relax, baby. I'll make you feel good.” he assured you. You gulped down the lump on your throat, mentally preparing yourself.

You felt your skirt being lifted up, and your panties being pulled down. The cool breeze in his office hit your inner thigh, making you feel bare and exposed.

Soon after, you felt his dick teasing your clit, rubbing his precum all over it. A gasp left your lips when you felt something enter your hole.

“just the tip or..” nanami teased, stopping his movements. You whined, wanting more. “stop teasing─ ngh !!” you moaned loudly, in one go, Nanami had dicked you down. You weren't even prepared for it. You lost composure and your head rested on the table, your hands barely clinging on the desk.

Being stuffed full by his cock always felt amazing. You love when this happens, maybe it was masochistic, but you love when he's rough with you. Being taken aback by the sudden intrusion felt mind blowing

Even though Nanami has done it multiple times, you'll never ever get used to his size. He was big, really reaaallyyyy big.

Each sharp thrust had you go insane. His cock going in and out of your hole, using you as some sort of fleshlight. You couldn't keep up with his pace either, you became a moaning mess on his desk.

To make matters worse, you couldn't even see your surroundings. Nanami has you wrapped around his finger, and you can't tell what comes next. Nonetheless, as powerless as you seem underneath him, you just adored being fucked by your professor, sometimes you think to yourself of how lucky his wife is.

“haah ─ !! Kento, feels so ngh, good..!” strings of moans left your lips, voicing out to him how he's pleasuring you so damn well. Everytime his cock reaches that far spot inside you has you in bliss, the sound of sex and the aroma of sweat in the room but none of that matters when he's doing you so well.

“shit, so fucking, ngh..” he groaned, and it took you by surprise when your hair was suddenly pulled from behind, but he made sure not to overdo it, and not to accidentally hurt his beloved student.

He pulled you close, close to him. Your back pressed against his chest, as his hands slowly moved down to your throat, giving it a squeeze.

“tell me, doll,” he breathed, and you could hear him so clearly even with the sound of his balls slapping against your sex, “ever got any of those dumb guys fuck you like this?” he questioned you, and honestly speaking from you, you could barely even function and answer his question.

“n-no! no one has- ah! fucked me like you nghhh, Kento..!!” you stammered between your words, you couldn't stop letting out echoes of pleasure out of your mouth. “yeah? no one will ever fucking mpf, do it like I do.” he added on, all while continuing to wreck your insides.

A familiar knot established inside you, your pussy squelching, tightening up around his cock, hugging it as if it never wanted to let go of him.

“ah, fuck, y're gonna cum, baby?” he asked, still pushing his way in and out of your pussy, helping you reach your high. “yesyesyes─ fuck- Kento!” you screamed, feeling your whole body shake as your orgasm took over you, making a mess and cumming all over him. Your body felt weak, you were teary eyed underneath the blindfold he had on you.

“just look at that.” he scoffed, his thrusts slowing down. “now that you've gotten your needs satisfied, I suppose you don't mind.” he stated, and you were too high on your own pleasure to even analyze what he was saying. The next thing you know is he's back to fucking you like crazy, his speed faster than before.

He was using you like some fleshlight for his own satisfaction, fucking your sensitive pussy to his desires. “kento- nono, 'm sensitive, ah!” you voiced out, only to be shut up by him, a muscular and large hand placed on your throat, squeezing it.

“fuck, pussy feels so- damn good.” he hissed, about to paint your walls white with his load. “shit, gonna fill you up, doll.” he stated, continuing to fuck you out to his heart's desire. Strings of curses left his lips as he was about to fill his load inside you.

He then stuffed your pussy up, filling his seed inside you. With all of that, you had another orgasm. You were too sensitive, and he just had to fuck you again? You failed to even utter a word after that.

Nanami gently removed his necktie, which was the blindfold he used on you, only to see you teary eyed. “sorry. Was it too much?” he asked, concerned if you were okay as he slowly pulled out. “'m.. okay.” you muttered back, as he picked you up and sat you at the couch of his office.

“I suppose this would be enough for today.” he hummed, before fixing himself and giving you back your clothes.

He brushed your hair out of your face and placed you a kiss. “or would you like some dessert? texted my wife saying i'd be home late.”

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS WITH GETO SUGURU !

content: fem!reader, suggestive (slide 7 and the bonus slide)

author's note: thank u to all of those who enjoyed my gojo bf texts ;) (linked here if you want to read!) here's one with my silly boy suguru <3 expect more text style posts in the future lolz enjoy

bonus:

thank u for reading <3 masterlist

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old biker geto art

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hes literally me btw

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“𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.”

➙ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: geto x fem!reader

➙ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: you are geto’s cute girlfriend, and therefore, he’ll do anything to make sure you get whatever you want, no matter what it is.

➙ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: sfw/fluff || geto threatens concession stand workers with curses.

➙ 𝐚/𝐧: this is so silly & cute to me!

➙ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

Geto was a different man. The cult leader’s outrageous beliefs and interesting habits were drastically different compared to his old personality — the personality belonging to the Geto you grew up with. The Geto you fell in love with.

Sometimes, you even found yourself wondering why you never failed to stand by his side. Perhaps, it was because some things about him stayed the same.

Such as the fact that he’d do anything for you.

Just like he did today.

You and Geto walked side by side through the big and exciting amusement park, the sunset resembling a beautiful work of art with the orange and pink colors it created across the sky. Funky music played gently in the background, drowned out only by the sound of chatter and excited screams from people riding on the nearby roller coasters you just hopped off yourself.

Suddenly, you caught a whiff of something sweet. The tantalizing aroma made you whip your head to the side, and there it was.

A funnel cake concession stand.

Although the smell nearly drove you crazy, you didn’t say a word, nor did you stop walking. You only stared at the swirly dessert, dusted with powdered sugar, being given to grinning customers in line.

Having one would have been the perfect way to end your day.

Perhaps, you would have hopped in line, but just as quickly as your excitement was ignited, it was extinguished, as the worker handing out the funnel cakes suddenly pulled out a “SOLD OUT” sign.

“See something you’d like?” Geto suddenly asked, catching your attention.

“Huh?” You mumbled, snapping out of your daze. “Oh, no. It’s nothing.”

Geto suddenly came to a halt.

“Why’d you stop? What’s wrong?” Coming to a stop yourself, you tried to tug on Geto’s hand, urging him to keep walking.

Instead, he looked around at the nearby concession stands and game booths, furrowing his brows as he tried to discover which one you were staring at.

The funnel cake one, of course. You adored sweets like that.

“You wanted a funnel cake, right?” Looking back at you, he blinked plainly.

“I did, but they’re sold out.” As you spoke, a frown appeared across your face, and that was enough to make Geto turn right around.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You paused, following him. “They don’t have any left.”

“Of course they do, love.” The dark-haired man flashed a smile of false innocence your way.

Before you could ask him what exactly he meant, he was already approaching the red and yellow stand, that fake smile of his never leaving his face. Not once.

“Excuse me,” he said kindly, grabbing the attention of a male who was chatting with his coworker, who had a funnel cake of her own.

“What is it? We’re closed,” the guy said, frowning at Geto with his thick, dark eyebrows.

“I see that, and I apologize,” Geto tilted his head a bit. “It’s just that my girlfriend would really like a funnel cake. Is it possible for you to make one more?”

The worker scoffed. After working for hours upon hours in the hot sun, surrounded by enough screaming to drive him wild, he was simply tired of being nice. “Buddy, the sign says that we’re sold out. Sold out means that we don’t have any left. Come back tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Let’s go, Geto,” once again, you tried to tug on his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. He simply ignored you.

“I know you’re exhausted, sir, and you’re probably ready to go home and get some peace and quiet, but I know you aren’t sold out just yet. You pull the sign out once there is only enough batter to make about two or three more funnel cakes because you and your coworkers intend to eat the last of them yourselves.” Geto’s smile slowly grew wider. “I’m asking you kindly to give her one.”

The other worker — who ate her funnel cake silently as she observed the interaction — suddenly chuckled, nearly coughing up her funnel cake as she did so.

“Something funny?” Geto asked plainly.

“Well, yeah,” she smirked amusingly, trying to dust powdered sugar out of her blonde side ponytail, which coated her hair during her small laughing fit. “She’s not a child. I think she’ll be okay if she doesn’t get a damn funnel cake.”

“Yeah,” the male worker looked you up and down. “Grow up, alright? No means no, now get lost.”

That was when Geto sighed.

And you knew exactly what that sigh meant, which was why it absolutely didn’t surprise you when two monstrous curses appeared at Geto’s side. They went completely unseen by anyone who wasn’t you, Geto, and the two frightened workers.

“You pathetic non-sorcerers can only see curses when your life is in danger, and you’re about to die horrifically, so I’ve heard,” Geto spoke calmly. “Now, I will ask you one last time. Will you please make my girlfriend a funnel cake?”

“L-Lisa,” the male worker — whose legs trembled violently, along with his voice, — called out to his coworker. “Go turn the fucking fryer back on. Hurry up!”

The girl scurried off, dropping her own funnel cake in the process.

“Any…Any toppings?” The terrified man gulped. “We h-have strawberries, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, powdered sugar, cinnamon sugar, cara-”

Geto suddenly put his hand up, and the man instantly shut his mouth.

Looking down at you with a smile, Geto asked, “what toppings would you like, sweetheart?”

“Hm,” looking at the worker, you grinned politely. “I’ll take powdered sugar on the funnel cake itself, but can I get strawberries and chocolate syrup in a separate cup, please?”

Instantly, the sweaty man turned around and shouted, “she said she wants powdered sugar on the funnel cake, but the strawberries and chocolate syrup in a separate cup! You got that?! And don’t put them in a goddamn cup together, but two separate cups!”

The two curses hovered around you protectively. Soon enough, Lisa returned with a beautiful funnel cake, along with all of your desired toppings, prepared exactly how you wanted it. The man handed you plenty of napkins and a fork.

“Thank you,” you beamed. “It looks great!”

“Now,” smiling your way, Geto questioned you rather casually. “Would you like me to kill them for you?”

You glanced between the curses, the funnel cake, and the workers, who both looked like they would die from the horrific anticipation alone.

“No,” you said. “It’s fine. I’m not upset or anything.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind. I’d prefer to do it, in fact.”

“I’m very happy, Geto, so there’s no need. It looks amazing!”

“Alright,” Geto squeezed your hand for a moment, and his curses vanished, appearing to melt into the ground. Geto pulled out his wallet.

“And how much for the funnel cake?”

The man simply blinked with utter confusion.

“Well, I’m going to pay you, of course,” Geto spoke again, as if it was totally obvious that a man who was willing to introduce them to a terrorizing, premature death would be willing to pay for his meal.

“Ten…Ten dollars,” The worker nervously adjusted his hat.

Handing him the money, along with a tip, the two of you politely thanked the traumatized employees.

Geto grinned happily as he watched you take your first bite out of the messy, delicious funnel cake, and when you hummed and smiled, his heart melted.

“Wanna try some?” You broke off a piece, holding it up to Geto, who bit into it curiously.

“It’s delicious. Looks like they even made some fresh batter for you. How kind of them,” Geto said.

You playfully rolled your eyes. Placing his fingers underneath your chin, Geto gently turned your head towards him. He kissed your sweet lips and smiled softly at the taste of powdered sugar upon them.

Soon after you both pulled away, you and your lover continued to make your way through the bustling amusement park, and you devoured what was, perhaps, the best funnel cake you had ever tasted.

♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

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