#woahwoahwoah

[t-sockz]

Ur guy. Finished 👍

WOAH OH MY GOD??????????????? PLATIE!!!!!!!!!!!! OHH YM GODDDDD EATING THIS

[itsn0vaa]

weeewoooweeewooo

(circus/clown kinda oc)

[sleepless-crows]

also hehe yessss bow down to me n my army of side blogs <i now have 23 i cannot be stopped

-The anon :3c

twenty— three— :ooo

[scent1st]

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[spockvarietyhour]

True Lies (1994) directed by James Cameron

Bonus:

[justgleekout]

Not me being called out for being obsessed with Blaine being on the bottom right when I finished this drawing 🤭

[nkogneatho]

TYE MOON BADGE !! IT'S CHANGING

[callilouv]

oh to be head over heels 4 a perosn and have matching pfps and hold hands and and and and andnsndnD

[enhard]

sim jaeyun — “you’re in safe hands”

pairing: s.jy x fem!reader

not proofread, enjoy! (MINORS DNI)

: you can’t handle looking at your boyfriend’s nice and veiny hands without doing anything about it.

cw: SMUT SMUT ALLLL SMUT, everything is consensual, hand kink (obviously), a bit of size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, riding, jake calls you princess most of the time, playing with your tits, slight choking, mentions of sending nudes??, lots of whimpers from him, jake slaps your mouth, established relationship, jake has a drivers license woahwoahwoah

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you faintly hear the ringtone of your phone through the buzzing in your ear. you slowly open your eyes, let out a sigh and immediately grab your phone to stop that annoying sound.. until you look at the now lit up screen of your phone, that your boyfriend jake is calling you.

you quickly sit up in shock, trying to clear your throat and answering the call, remembering that you were supposed to go on a date today.

“mm..yes my love? how are.. you?” you say, trying your best not to yawn in the middle of your sentence.

you can hear jake laughing at you through the other line. “princess, you’re still sleeping at this hour? i’m sorry for waking you up but.. it’s 4 pm already.” wait.. what?? 4 pm?? you were supposed to meet up 3 hours ago. how is it possible that you slept this long?

“don’t worry.. sunoo told me that he tried calling you since morning and you never answered, so i just let you sleep. instead of lunch.. could we go out to dinner now..?”

“ugh..fuck.. i’m sorry. i didn’t realise i slept that long.. is it okay in 3 hours..? i need to shower..” you reply as you’re massaging your head from the massive headache you got.

“of course love. i’ll come pick you up.. although.. does this mean i get no shower sneak peek??” he chuckles, and you just roll your eyes at his words.

“hold your horses now.. you might get to see me another time.” you smile.

there’s a few awkward seconds of silence, then he decides to hang up so you can get ready.

truth is.. you slept this long because of the hangover you’re having after a longgg night partying with your best friend sunoo. main reason why your headache is also present. —

you hop in the shower, actually debating to send jake a little picture or a video but.. you decide to be a bit of a tease. you just finish your shower and start getting ready.

you get dolled up all for him, putting on a nice laced dress and your favourite ysl lipgloss, that jake bought for you as a present not long ago. you get your phone and keys, locking your huge metal gate. your phone makes a few clicking sounds while you search for jake’s number to call him.

“baby, i’m right in front of my house. i’ll be waiting for you.”

“okay princess, i’m almost there. i can’t wait to see you”

you smile at your phone as you hang up, already seeing the blinding lights of his black suv, stopping right next to you. he gets out the car to check you out for atleast 5 minutes, offering you a kiss and then opening the car door like a true gentleman. you get in the car, the seats all warmed up. “good.” you say in your mind. it’s mildly snowing out, you needed this.

jake sits back in the driver’s seat, getting ready to leave. you turn to look at him while he’s focused on the road and you can’t help but admire him. you would lie if you said that he’s not the hottest man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. with his slick back black hair, a nice black suit hugging his waist while also complementing his eyes.

your eyes suddenly slip to his arms, more specifically his hands. they’re resting on the top of the steering wheel, his fingers so long and pretty, multiple veins following from his forearm up to the back of his hand. that scenery alone made you squeeze your thighs together, knowing you couldn’t act on it here..

there is only one thing you thought about on that silent car ride, his long fingers inside you. you needed that more than anything. right now. instead, you try to look the other way, your body as stiff as a rock.

jake looks at you for a split second wondering why you’re moving around in your seat so much. he smiles, reaching out one hand to place on your inner left thigh. “what’s wrong love? are you uncomfortable?”

you thought you would let out a moan right there, right as he placed his hand on your inner thigh. you quickly shake your head left and right trying to diffuse the situation. you accidentally look downwards at your lap, and see that same hand, now grasping the soft skin of your thigh, one vein getting more prominent with each squeeze.

you continue through this hell for a few more minutes until you arrive, exhaling when he gets his hand off you.

. . . you get to your table, through the reservation that jake made previously. the place is pretty packed for a high end restaurant like this one. you’re both making small talk, asking how your day was and.. what plans you have for tonight.. he’s flipping through the menu and all you can stare at are those hands. you begin to breathe more rapidly, getting impatient.

“who cares about food right now? all i want are those fingers in my mouth” you think, trying not to slap yourself from the realisation of what you just almost said out loud.

still, you finish eating, he pays with his black card of course. even though you keep insisting that you want to pitch in. he loves spoiling you every time and all you can give him in return are kisses or.. something more.

after another few excruciating minutes in that car, you arrive back at your home. jake sits down on the couch, manspreading while you take your shoes off.

“thank you my love.. the dinner was amazing. what can i do to repay you?” he plasters on a confused look on his face, almost replying with “you don’t have to repay me” but.. seeing how beautiful you were for him.. how you looked and how you got ready all for him.. made him needy. in a blink of an eye. he knew he was lucky dating you, and the thought that you were all his made him so excited.

“hmm.. there might be something you can do for me princess. you think i’m stupid? i saw how you were drooling over my hands. you really love them huh?”

you get a bit embarrassed, but you’re way too horny to deny anything right now. “yeah.. i really do… i need them. please.” you say already biting your bottom lip.

you can see him slowly form a grin on his face, not saying a word. he pats his thigh two times, to show you the seat you’ll have for the rest of the night.

you eagerly walk up to him and take off your coat to take your seat on his lap. he pulls you into a kiss that turns into a make out session. he travels his hands down to your waist, and you move yours to hold onto his shoulders. you don’t pull away from his lips for a long time, the taste keeping you addicted.

he makes you pull away at one point, smiling at you. he takes his own coat off, having only a white satin shirt underneath. two buttons of the shirt are already undone, showing his chest real well.. with a nod from him as agreement, you begin unbuttoning his shirt, in a few seconds leaving him shirtless. you saw those abs and muscles countless times yet.. it still makes your body have a reaction you can’t explain.

he softly tugs on your dress while whining and pouting. you laugh at his pouty face, finding him so adorable yet so demanding. “go ahead”, quiet words leave your mouth while looking into his eyes.

he does not hesitate. he takes off that dress almost ripping it off out of excitement, leaving you in your underwear. he uses his middle and ring finger to open your mouth, shoving them in and wetting them with your saliva. you suck on his fingers a bit, getting to be a bit of a show-off.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, taking off your panties now. he immediately starts rubbing your clit first, flicking it a bit and getting it all wet.. then he moves down to your folds, moving his fingers back and forth. you grab onto one of his shoulders for support, digging your nails in it.

“l..love please.. put them in..”

he does exactly as he’s told. he shoves both fingers inside you, slowly pumping them in and out.. you’re rapidly losing your mind, this is everything you wished for. you grab onto his wrist with your other hand, trying to make him keep going but.. to no avail.

he stops, giving you a signal to ride his fingers instead. you get into position, trying your best to move your hips back and forth. you moaned feeling his fingers in you, not being able to resist anymore already. when he curls his fingers up inside you, he was almost convinced you were about to cum.

you ride his fingers as well as you can, trying to get on his good side. he’s not quite satisfied with your pace, so he gives you a slap over the mouth. “ride them faster princess, what’s up? tired already?” you’re fucked up as is, his words are making this WAY harder for you. the moans are getting more and more consistent, figuring that you’re going to cum soon.

“okay slut, slow down now. i don’t want you to get too tired. i’ll make you bounce on my cock just like this if you’re a good girl for me.” but… you don’t slow down. with how much energy you have left, you keep going. “ahh..i need to cum..first..plea..” he cuts you off, his tone getting more irritated.

“oh? you wanna cum? let me help you cum then whore.” he grabs onto your neck, choking you ever so slightly while fucking you with his fingers. he’s moving his hand as fast as he can trying to make you cum. you moan uncontrollably at this point, getting so close to your release and not being able to talk properly from the choking.

you do end up cumming all over his veiny fingers and pants. the grasp on your neck loosens, leaving a red mark around it.

“mmm.. since i stretched you out so well with my fingers.. how about we put that to good use?” he smiles, that smile being far away from innocent. you know exactly what he wants and you’re willing to give him that.

you catch up your breath, grabbing onto his shoulders again. “let me ride you then.” you reply, trying to be as nonchalant as you can.

you move your hands down to his pants, slowly slipping them off him. the bulge in his boxers is huge, obviously you already knew that but the thought didn’t comfort you. he’s usually hard to take in, now imagine being all fucked up and having to ride him. you let out a small scared sigh, while taking his boxers off too.

his cock springs up immediately and you lick your lips looking at it. you grab the base to stroke it a few times, before getting into position to ride him. you intertwine your fingers with his as you slowly go down on him. you almost feel like giving out when you take him all in but you need to make him feel good.

you slowly start riding him, his size almost being unbearable to take. he loves it though, he loves how you struggle to take him and how that small bulge appears in your stomach everytime you bounce up and down. he grabs and pulls on your hair just to make you speed up, teasing you with that hair pull each time he feels you slowed down.

you pick up your pace significantly, moving up and down, back and forth on him. your eyes roll back from the pleasure and it really feels like he’s splitting you into two. he stops holding hands to take your tits out of your bra just to fondle them a bit. he’s running his thumb all over your nipples, sending you shivers down your spine.

“such a good girl.” he remarks, coming from him this is a compliment. you smile at his words, motivating you to keep going. he’s very deep inside you right now, any sudden movement almost making you cum a second time..

you can hear him getting more vocal over time, he’s whimpering and cooing.. the usual tough guy that would control every movement of yours, is now getting so vocal.. you love it though, your favourite part of it might just be his moans.

you clench your teeth and force yourself to go as fast as you can, just to make him cum.

“fffuck…. princess hold.. on.. i’m close..” just music to your ears. you want to let this man fill you up right now. you push yourself even more to overstimulation just to make him cum.

he lets out a whimpery moan getting so close already.

“cum.. inside me.. please my love..”

those are the last words you can say before he cums all in you. he’s filling you up to the brim and you can do is smile, feeling his cum leaking out of you. you give him a sweet kiss on the lips then on the nose.

“fucking hell… maybe we should go out to dinner more often hm?”

you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “you’re so cute.. now, wanna join me in the shower? no games this time.”

“waittt.. so this is why you didn’t send anything from your shower today.. let’s go for another round baby. what do you think?” he says, hugging your waist.

“hmmm.. maybeee. if you use those hands of yours again.”

“well, you know you’re in safe hands with me.”

[princessbrunette]

I’m crying cause imagine she sees him in public after he posts the lyrics and he’s trynna talk to her and she’s like all out of it like “☹️☹️” and he’s like “Kid, what’s wrong?” And she’s like “who were you talking about when u posted that?” I know he’d be embarrassed too cause not him posting it for her nd she doesn’t even understand

the way it would be s1!rafe and bunny from this timeline <3333

ೀ 🐰 ‧ ˚ 🪽 ⊹˚. ♡

he follows the sound of kitten heels clacking obnoxiously along the marble of the country club, heading toward the exit. rafe breaks into a light jog to catch up, appearing at your side to witness your pouty expression.

“hey— woahwoahwoah where you going? hm?” he tests the waters with a hand on your lower back. usually you preen to his attention and touch, but seeing you head for the exit as soon as the boy arrived has him wondering what was wrong.

“just can’t be around you right now, rafe.” you mewl like you’re on the verge of tears, shrugging as you continue your exit.

“wh—why?” he takes a hold of your arm, gently — but firm enough to stop you in your tracks and turn you towards him. your bottom lip wobbles, eyes glassy and your left leg wobbles like you’re threatening to thump your foot.

“because i’m not the only girl! i thought you liked me, but you’re posting all this stuff on your instagram n—n i’m not an idiot rafe. know everyone thinks i am but i’m not. jus’ dont wanna get played by you—” you go to walk away but he holds you still, tilting his head.

“what stuff? fuck are you talking about kid?” he looks genuinely perplexed, eyes squinted and all — which makes you soften your demeanor only slightly.

“you… were posting lyrics n’stuff… all this freaky stuff about what you wanna do with her…” it sounds dumb and petty when it leaves your mouth and you know that, which is why it leaves your mouth so quietly. he stares for a moment, only confirming how you felt and as you turn away from him his hand gets a hold of your cheeks, squishing them lightly in his hand as he forces you to look at him.

“jesus, that was about you. who the hell else do you see me talking to…huh?” he explains firmly and you blink, realisation setting in.

“oh.” your nose twitches, still upset. the eldest cameron backs up, scratching his cheek a little over the whole thing before spreading his arms in gesture for you to follow him.

“yeah, and if you’re done with your little tantrum i’d like you to come back into the club with me, so we can talk.”

as embarrassed about the whole thing as you were, you feel your cheeks push up into a smile — under rafes spell and never passing up an opportunity to talk with him.

“m’kay!” you chime, sniffing back the residual tears that never fell and joining him at his side. the boy throws an arm around your shoulders, shaking his head.

“n’don’t go assuming shit again, alright? ask.”

ೀ 🐰 ‧ ˚ 🪽 ⊹˚. ♡

[letsfluxshitup]

this is true cinema

[Video ID: A clip from Slimecicle's stream on April 5th, about 58min in. Charlie is performing a rap lullaby for Juanaflippa, while Phil stands outside. Throughout the clip there is an instrumental in the background that Charlie described as a gunshot inspired trap beat.]

transcript: Charlie, rapping: Its bedtime now so what do we say? Charlie, now talking: Woah woah woahwoahwoah! Dude! Phil: I was given permission by God to kill you. Charlie: Well- hey- Ok. Tell you what- Phil: Juanaflippa I'm sorry- Charlie: Juanaflippa! Fucking take him down! Yeah! You bitch! Here's the bridge! Charlie, rapping: You fucked with Juanaflippa so you got the Glock! Now it's time to fuck! You fucked up! You fucked up, my dude! You shouldn't've given Juanaflipa that 'tude! Yeaaah! Let's go! Let's go, Juanaflippa, you already know! Charlie, talking: Fuck yes, Juanaflippa! That was beautiful!

[bettertwin9000]

OMG ITS UR BIRMFDAY??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D (i think-)

Have a pretty dress as a birthday gift (sorry it might be hard to see the details I used a lot of white-) plus a random butterfly doodle

OH????? MY GOD???? WOAH. WOAHWOAHWOAH. HOLD THE PHONE. THAT'S BEAUTIFUL? Holy crap I need that dress. I need it more than anything in the world. THIS IS GORGEOUS. WONDEROUS.

[adoregojo]

WOAHWOAHWOAH

[eveningepiphany]

far from sober | H.S, part II

my masterlist

part I

summary: the morning after harry taking a very drunk y/n back to his room— you hardly remember anything and harry has to remind you.

warnings: hangover, painkillers, fluff, kissing, sexual tension, swearing… licking?

a/n: I just hit 1k followers… I’m in denial. but I can’t wait for you guys to see what I have in store <3 stay tuned, because something is in the works.

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Your head was pounding.

That was the first thing you noticed, it was a painful dull ache. The second thing was the light glaring over the thin of your eyelids.

A groan tore its way out of your throat without prompt, and you rolled over, head turning on the pillow.

And that’s when your brain clicked it. The pillow. Not your pillow.

The cogs started turning and your self awareness hit you like a freight train, your eyes flew open out of fear— where the fuck were you?

You were met with the celling of the hotel. And calmness came over you for a moment.

But, a hangover like this leaves no peace. Memories sort of flashback into your mind, in tiny grains, little bits and feelings coming back to you.

The feeling of a warm hand over your calf, or the dress you’re pretty sure was pooled at your feet?

Of course, the memories leave too much room for imagination.

You felt the presence beside you just as you heard the rumble of their voice, “Morning, lovie. Y’okay?”

You turned your head to the source of the sound, of course it was Harry, laying without a shirt next to you.

“Oh my god—“ you gasped, mentally tripping over the amount of things that were flying into your mind.

He’s laying next to you, shirtless. And you don’t remember any big chunks of last night, just little snippets.

And there’s, at the moment, a large gap between what you can only assume is being down at the bar and then ending up in his bed in his hotel room.

You push up on your elbows, wincing at the pounding of your head.

Harry’s hair is tousled, either from sleep, sex, or both and you’re scrambling to put the last two out as an option entirely.

You push the covers from your body, seeing his shirt and your entirely bare lower half aside from your underwear.

Denial is running through you a million miles an hour, and you stumble out of his bed.

“Woahwoahwoah, slow down Y/N!” He sits up as well, covers pooling at his waist.

“What am I doing in your bed? And in your room?”

You don’t give him time to answer as you continue, “Tell me… please please tell me I didn’t— that we did not have… not do anything… last night?”

He is silent a moment, “you don’t remember? Thought I’d be a bit more memorable?”

“No… no fucking WAY— ARE YOU SERIOUS— I CANT BELIEVE I-“

“Y/N!” He’s chuckling, like this is some kind of joke.

“Oh… oh Jesus, shut up!” You could cry. The first time you’ve had sex with him, probably kissed him and you don’t even remember the lead up, let alone actually doing it.

“Breathe, love— we did not have sex. Contrary to what you’re thinking, i have self control and you were clearly not in the mind frame to consent to literally anything last night.” He says, looking amused.

Your shoulders sag with relief, yet you scoff out, “I cannot believe you would joke about that!”

“Well if you’d had it your way last night, that would not be the case.”

Your hands flew over your eyes, another little crumb of your memory coming back.

You saying something along the lines of taking more than just your shoes off. God. You’re going to hell.

“I- what? Please for the love of god tell me I wasn’t like…” you trailed off, still looking for the right words.

This is foreign territory, and especially with Harry. You don’t talk about sex around him— let alone talk about sex with him.

“…forcing myself onto you?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any bett—“

“Nope! Do not keep talking.” You walked away, straight into the bathroom to the sink, running some cool water to splash over your face.

You turn the tap off, grabbing a face towel and holding it over your face to dry it— groaning into it.

He practically appears in the doorway after you take the cloth away from your eyes. He’s leaning against it. Still shirtless.

“Really, it wasn’t that bad!” He laughs, stepping into the bathroom.

You raise your brows at him.

“You really don’t remember anything?” He asks again.

“No!” You sigh.

“Well,” he begins, now leaning his lower back against the bathroom counter, “too start off, you were absolutely plastered down in the bar. So we’re most of the other girls.”

That’s right, you’d gone to the bar with all of them. That was still relatively clear.

“Then, all of us came back, and collected all of y’chaos causers. You left your wallet with y’key card in Molly’s bag, so I bought you back here.”

“Ok…” you nodded.

“You tried to word me up in the elevator if I say so myself, and then we got back— I took your shoes off—“

You kissed him. You’re now like 85% sure you did.

Because the memory slapped you in the face now that he’s relaying the timeline.

All you remember is pressing your lips down onto his. Which you’re pretty sure is real, and not a dream.

“Did I uhm…” your eyes appear hazy as you recall the memory again, “kiss you.”

It was whispered out of your lips, “or was that like— did I imagine that? Or dream it? Because I-“

“That er, yea that actually happened.” He blinked, and you flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry.” You sighed, cheeks burning as you recall chasing his lips last night, forcing him into a kiss.

“It’s fine, baby. Was nice. Then we took y’dress off, and I put you in my shirt,” he gestures to it, “which y’look good in may I add— and then we went to bed.”

“You’re leaving bits out, I’m assuming. Embarrassing bits.” You ask, even though you don’t really want to know.

“Well, I guess you could say that? You were just drunk, nothin’ t’be ashamed of. But you probably don’t want to know all the ins and outs.”

“I kissed you.” You repeat.

“Y’wanted more than that.” He says seriously.

“Did you kiss me back?” Your throat bobs after you ask, and you’re almost convinced you’re still tipsy considering how ballsy it was to ask that question.

You’re quiet a moment.

“Took a lot not to. That’s fuckin’ for sure.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Y’we’re drunk. Couldn’t 100% guarantee you wouldn’t end up regrettin’ it.”

You nod. Slowly. Processing what this means.

He has to have some kind of romantic feelings for you if he’s saying this shit. Your heart twists.

You rub at your temples, which are hurting and he noticed.

“Let’s get you some water.” He states, turning to go out the door, and you can’t help but follow him out.

He pours you out a glass, not handing it to you, just bringing it to your lips and guiding it into your mouth.

He watches you swallow.

“Thank you…”

He smiles a little at your profuse blushing, placing the cup on the bench.

But your redness only deepens as you continue.

“Thank you. For taking care of me. And uh, not taking advantage of me… that too.”

“Darling. Do not thank me for basic human decency.” He scolds gently.

“And you know your brother would have my head. Probably would just knowing I bought you back here.”

“He’d hate it.” You mumble, “if something were to happen… between us.”

You’re almost trying to convince the both of you it’s not a good idea, yet you’re unaware just how far gone you both actually are.

“Mm, he probably would. At first anyway.” Harry smiles, “makes it a little fun though, you can’t lie.”

“Make what fun?” Now you’re seeing how far you can push this.

“What between us?” He mocks your own insinuation.

“Do you have any pain killers?” You avoid the question.

“I do. I’ll get you some.” He walks over to his suitcase, rummaging through the front pockets, pulling out a small packet.

He ignores your bypass of the question, just popping two out of the foil.

His hand pauses, something ticks in his mind.

“Tongue out.”

“What?” You think you may have misheard.

“Put your tongue out.” He’s dead serious. And he’s not asking you, he’s telling you.

You do as he asks, sticking it out, allowing him to place the two little pills on it.

He picks the glass up again, just bringing it to your lips and letting you swallow it back.

“Good.” He mutters.

“Thanks.” You say, cautiously, suddenly hyper aware you’re just in your underwear.

You wipe the back of your hand over your mouth.

“So…” you begin carefully, “you’ve thought about it before.”

He brings his eyes up to you, “not exactly certain what it is you’re referring too, but I’m going to say the answer would be a yes.”

“Hm. Ok.” You state.

“Ok.” He agrees, furrowing his brows a little, waiting for more.

You step back, walking back over to the bed to lay back in it. Half because you were still exhausted, but also because you missed the smell. It smelt like him.

He followed you though, and you watched as he laid back next to you.

“You cuddled me last night.” You recalled.

“I did.” He nodded, and his own face had a blush to it.

It’s quiet another few beats, filled with the two of you just thinking.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, without prompt, and you’re not sure what he’s talking about.

“Regret what?”

“The kiss.”

“No.”

“Would you have regretted it if I’d kissed you back?”

Again, you don’t think as you answer, “No.”

His eyes find yours from where he’s laying, he’s not that far away.

“I just want to be on the same page. We’ve known eachother for a long time. And it’s not just us it would impact if I don’t know— something didn’t work out.” He says quietly.

You reach a hand out to trace his jaw, “I know. But just as you said, we’ve known eachother for a long time, and you always tend to put other people above yourself. What do you want?”

He leans into the touch with a steady inhale as he thinks for a moment, “Honestly, right now I want to kiss you.”

“Well then do it.” You say.

He leans forward now, fed up with beating around the bush.

He pushes his lips over yours, capturing them in a soft yet passionate kiss.

It’s a kiss that speaks worlds. It’s a hundred times more powerful than words ever could be. it’s almost a promise.

You kiss back, cherishing the feeling of it, and how he moved against your mouth.

“Fuck me,” he sighs into your mouth when you part it for him.

“Tongue out.” He asks again, but hearing it while he’s got his lips on you is out of this world.

It sends heat straight to your core, and you do again as he asks.

His hands are threaded in your hair and he gently kitten licks over your tongue.

It’s sensual in a way you can’t describe it, but what really sends you over the edge is when he whispers, “Is it way too early to be asking if I can suck on your tongue…?”

You laugh a little, tongue going back into your mouth as you talk, “I would’ve said yes if you asked me years ago. Is that weird?”

“Hot more than weird.”

You stick it back out and he sucks it into his mouth, swirling his own around it. It quickly turns into a French kiss though, and you start to move and explore his mouth.

“You’re beautiful. Always thought that Y/N.” He says, skating his teeth over your bottom lip.

You whimper at the sensation, “You make me feel so fucking loved.”

“Thats exactly how you should feel, darling. All the time.”

You kiss back and forth for a while, touching eachother gently over thin layers of fabric, but nothing more.

You’re in no rush.

And you’re just grateful that when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll be able to remember it with ease.

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thank you to all who requested a part 2, I hope you enjoyed it! there is plenty more to come.

taglist:

@holholliday @jackiehollanderr @itsmytimetoodream @cherrycolas-things @buckybarnessimpp @crybabyddl @tenaciousperfectionunknown

[nanaminsmoon]

pervycollegeprofessor!gojo satoru x student!reader. (mdni.) + 1812

a/n: this was meant to be 900 words shorter but i've had severe gojo brainrot recently and couldn't help myself😞 + gojo is 27/28 and reader is in her early twenties.

something about you made satoru feel depraved. it was most probably the way he, your professor, felt about you, his starry-eyed student that always sat in the front of his lectures, eager to receive wisdom. nanami had called gojo's liking towards you ‘perverse’, but nanami hadn’t seen the way the stars in your eyes sprinkled all over satoru’s arm whenever he rolled his sleeves up—forearms exposed, and vascularity on display.

originally just an interim substitute until your uni found a permanent member to fill his role, satoru had overstayed his welcome in the staff lounge due to the countless requests from students, such as yourself, who had fallen for him. because, whether he liked it or not, the man was an expert at captivating hearts—those of students and teachers alike. much to the dismay of his male colleagues, such as nanami who had warned satoru about his ambiguous extracurricular relations with you.

“what?”, satoru questioned a staring nanami, who had overheard his snowy haired coworker arrange a ‘private study session’ with you.

“you know what, satoru. intimate relationships with students are against protocol. you know that. it’s unprofessional, and it’ll get you fired.”, the blonde warned, as he leant on one of the desks to speak to gojo.

“woahwoahwoah, who said anything about intimacy?”, gojo asked, feeling grossly wronged by the accusation, “is it a crime for a professor to care about his students? i just want her to achieve her potential. to its fullest.”, is what he had told his colleague.

and now he wondered what nanami would have to say about this; your hole at its fullest with gojo’s thick length ambushing it as he bent you over his desk. if he wasn’t so pussy drunk, he’d pause to ponder what qualms his colleague would have regarding your opened mouth causing your unmarked papers to stick together, as your manicured fingers cramped to crumple the work of other students.

with the knowledge of satoru’s leniency with his stargirl, you had purposefully waltzed into his classroom during his break—a time wherein no students were allowed entry into his teaching space—to try and seduce a better grade out of him. but your attempts were quickly overtaken by the desires of a man who'd been needing you in a way that angered his leaking tip, and heavied his balls.

and, although satoru had placed one of your legs on the table to pitilessly fuck your ulterior motives out of you, he had never bore an incentive for doing so. he had sunk himself balls deep inside you out of his own volition. because taking you like this had been satoru's boxer staining dream for a few months too long.

after every study session, gojo would stand in his living room facing his sofa with crossed arms, and a conflicted facial expression. outwardly, he was a grown man having a staring contest with couch cushions. but, inwardly, he was a man lacking the strength required to beat the lecherous voice in his mind telling him to pick up a cushion you had used, and smell it. it won over him every tuesday evening, and it’d have him deeply inhaling the fabric to collect all shadows of your scent. gojo felt ill, but there was nothing he could do; he just couldn’t help the way the smell voided his head of its blood, dizzying him as the oxygenated substance travelled to fuel the growth between his legs.

and perhaps that's what was making him fuck into you so hard; the nights his pale hands had been covered by load after load, as his hips bucked up to fuck you through his joined hands and advanced imagination. since the day he walked into that classroom for the first time and you momentarily looked up from your laptop to meet your eyes with his, satoru had been tormented by thoughts of you. he'd try to defeat them by getting closer to you, but he couldn't have possibly fathomed the repercussions proximity would bring. because, once the study sessions started and the nature of your relationship skewed, thoughts of you were unshakeable in a torturous way that made him feel caged in his own body.

“when you get this grade, you owe me a bottle of wine.”, he'd laughed, shaking the bottle of alcohol to show you its emptiness.

“trust me, if i get this grade then i’ll be giving you a little more than a bottle of wine”, as soon as you spoke, your eyes would mirror those of the man in front of you in widening comically,

“wait, i didn’t mean it like that. shit, i’m so sorry i got too comfortable and the wine—”, you’d apologise, but gojo would shake his head in rejection. because what you didn’t know was that inadvertent reciprocation of his feelings, had justified every single thought gojo’s sick little mind had conceived since the day he met you. but he was well aware, that’s why he’d be smirking as he placed a gentle hand on your knee.

“you’re okay, y/n. really, it’s fine”, he comforted, before pulling his hand away to pick up his wine glass, “i’ll hold you to that, though”, he’d chuckle, before taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage.

if anything, gojo was a man of his word so he did exactly what he said he'd do—holding you to your offer. bitter alcohol was meaningless to him, for the most part, because gojo had always had a sweet tooth. his tastebuds much preferred the tingles provided to them by decadent flavours like the wetness gojo had licked from his fingertips, and glistening lips, when he had laid you on his desk and gorged himself with the forbidden fruit hidden between your thighs. or the taste of the sweaty layer covering your heated body, only becoming mind-numbingly sugared once it touched gojo’s lips and tongue as he kissed your neck. he was meant to be preparing for his next lecture, but once you had sat on his lap to ask for a higher grade, he had lost all sight of his bearings. even as you reminded him,

“s-sir, they'll s-see”, you'd stuttered out. cares about your surroundings were dwindling each time his tip made contact with your cervix, but you didn’t want the only reason you attended classes to be robbed from you. meanwhile, said reason was too busy biting his lip to ensure the full extent of how that nickname made him feel didn’t reach your ears.

“call me that again”, he'd groan, “i beg you, y/n, call me that name again”,

“s-sir”, you obeyed, and gojo’s head lowered as he watched his dick disappear inside of you, only to reappear coated in a white cream that surrounded the base of his dick.

“fuck”, he'd whisper to himself, as he fucked into you impossibly harder. being quiet wasn't a thought in gojo’s mind, any drop of sensibility in him was replaced with the intense need to feel you cum around him.

all those warm summer days of seeing your shorts wrapping around the place his large hands now sat; all those group presentations he had tuned out because he was too busy intently examining the curve of your ass, and outline of your underwear, through your tight sundress. only for it to be sat around your waist as he swallowed the whimpers caused by finally being granted the opportunity to feel you around him. it was safe to say the man was losing his mind. and now he was losing grip of the thinning rope holding his release back.

gojo knew that getting caught could possibly mark the end of his teaching career. not just because he was engaging in sexual relations with a student, but for doing so on campus when the only separation between him and the recipients of his next class would resound with small knocks. and the sounds of his balls smacking against your ass would only hasten as gojo recklessly tried to drown out reminders of where he was.

“i have a class to teach but you're gonna cum for me aren't you, sweetheart?”, his chest would be flush against your back, as gojo leant to kiss your jaw, “hm? gonna hurry up for me so i can do my job?”, and quick nods would be all you could manage. the way you stifled those sounds he so desperately needed to hear pained him, but he’d still be amused by how cute you were.

“mr. gojo?”, a voice would shout on the other side of the door, “you in there?”, they’d persist, and gojo would let out a soft grunt of frustration.

“give me 5 minutes!”, he shouted back, before his hips moved faster. his carelessness, and lack of regard for those surrounding you meant that satoru fucked your eyeballs to the back of their sockets as you came around him—his hand catching all your pleasured cries.

honestly speaking, satoru had been holding his nut back since the second he pushed more than just his tip inside of you. the way your walls wrapped around him so intensely was simultaneously every man’s dream and nightmare, and he’d finally be awoken by the orgasm he could feel building, threatening to wash over him.

“gonna let me empty my balls in you before my class?”, he'd ask far too politely for a man who was fucking into you like you were piece of silicone.

“s-sir, please”, the use of that nickname he was growing to be obsessed with, had gojo filling you with his seed, instantaneously. he’d barely have the time to recover because, once he’d look up at the clock, he’d see that his class was set to begin in 90 seconds. meaning that, reluctantly, he’d pull out of you and smear his leaking nut on your skin, so as to not get it on his floor. then he’d pull your dress down, and turn you around to look at your fucked out expression.

“how’s my grade lookin’, sir?”, you’d chuckle, and he’d roll his eyes at you as he pulled you up from where you were laid.

“i’ll see what i can do”, he’d tease, while one of his large hands cupped your cheek, and the other tidied your hair and teary face.

“but i think i'll need you under the table for my next class. y’know, just to make sure i'm giving you the right grade.”, he smirked.

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