No Mercy
Synopsis. Hot nerds.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, nerd!JJK men, college AU, pIot, TA!Nanami, Iessons, slight exhรญbitionรญsm, chokรญng, spรญtting, running from it, scientific Ianguage, manhandIing, matรญng presses, rough s, first times (theirs), academic rivaI!Geto, Peter Parker!Ino, REACTIONS, p talking, p sIapping, JACOBโS LรDDER PlERCING, gรณoner!Gojo, surprise in Chosoโs, needy JJK men, glasses, DรMBlFICATlON, overstรญm, sIight brรฉeding, creampรญes, cรบmpIay, slight cรบmfIation, Iaw professor!Higuruma, getting together, someone save Yaga, pet names, swรฉaring.
A/N. YOU SHOULDโVE BEEN MERCYYYYYY-
โก TOJI FUSHIGURO - Better man.
โโand not only did he cheat on me-โ Youโre whispering to the black-haired man, glare flashing behind his rectangular glasses. Fixated on none other than the faux-blond on the dance floor. โ-but he has the audacity to go around telling everyone that Iโm the reason we broke up.โ
He snorts unkindly- though not directed at you.
Crossing his arms, broad chest straining against the flannel. โThe box-dye has clearly seeped into his cerebral cortex- perhaps even the P-FIT Network.โ
Youโre nodding in agreement - it wasnโt quite in your plans to unload all your relationship drama to the nearest hot stranger at the party tonight. But youโd seen Toji aroundโwho hasnโt? He was the brightest and best in the Veterinary Science department. Always on top of class, always the example your professor used, always with his head ducked into his textbooks.
Though now he held his head high. Pushing his glasses up, โStatistically and personally- Iโd be much better for you than him.โ
Oh.
Youโre jerking your head up to meet his eyes, clearing not expecting of the man you knew not to be a social butterfly. And heโs looking away from you just as quicklyโโI-I mean-โ There was the socially awkward mess youโd forcefully introduced yourself to tonight. โForget I said anything- there must have been a miscalculation on my part, I didnโtโฆโ
Though you canโt help but notice that Tojiโs ears wereโฆbright red. Redder than even his flannel jacket.ย
Oh.ย
You knew he wasnโt the type to flirt around.
You knew he wasnโt the type to even get approached- though not for a lack of anything, Toji Fushiguro was hot. To say the least.
Shaggy black bangs that covered part of his glasses. Large hands made to carry numerous books (and perhaps something elseโฆshould you let your mind wander).
He towered above most of the campus, with shoulders for daaaaaysโno matter how much he hunched them, Toji couldnโt hide just how sculpted they were. And not to mention, the way his biceps would flex any time he raised his hand to answer a question (which wasโฆfor every question) made it such a treat to sit behind him during Professor Yagaโs lectures. Beauty and brains?
Somehow, it seems that half the campus had decided that that was a deadly combination, and they could only admire from so close before they suffered from heart palpitations. And the other half had decided that perhaps such a combination really was fatal- and were much too intimidated to try and talk to the man.
And so he waded through the throngs of people, unknowing or perhaps uncaring of their silent admiration.ย
Not that his quietly intense demeanor gave off many welcoming vibes, either way.
Toji Fushiguro had one love, and one love only: his books.
Ultimately, it meant that the three seats upon the left and right of Toji were consistently empty for whichever class he sat in.
And you felt for him - you really did. So you tried to sit next to him in whichever classes you shared, though you were yet to have the man make any attempts at friendship.ย
And neither had you.
So youโd been content.
Until tonight, that is.
When youโre finding yourself dragging this tall, buff nerd into the frathouse bathroom - it was your luck that there wasnโt a line. Because you donโt think either one of you could wait. Pushing him inside-
Right before the door slams shut and youโre finding the roles fucking reversed.
And youโre finding yourself manhandled in the direction of the sink - front shoved against the porcelain surface, Tojiโs weight pinning you down from behind. Panting. Ravenous. He steadies himself with a hand on your hips.ย
His other hand reaching in front of you and stuffinโ into your panties. His raging erection pressing against your ass cheeks.
Tojiโs calloused finger swipe up your glossy slit and he moans- โA-are you this fuckinโ wet for meโ?โ Voice breathy as though he couldnโt believe it himself.
And you can only nod. โWho else would it be for, Toji?โ
โWellโฆโ He doesnโt answer - he canโt. Because at that very moment, Toji Fushiguro is given the privilege to feel just how sinfully your cunt can clench โround his thick fingertipsโand his brain goes into overdrive wondering just how cutely youโd squeeze his aching cock.
Before long, heโs hooking a hand underneath your left knee and guiding it up onto the sink. Letting you perch there- โNowโeasy fโme, girl.โ Tojiโs rasps ruffle the sequins on your dress- one that youโre finding hitched up from your lower half. In factโheโs baring you all the way until your panties. Moving them aside with a finger just the barest inch-
Enough for the bespectacled man to catch side of your glistening wet pussy and groan-
โNeither of us are making it out of this alive.โ
And it doesnโt take long before youโre feeling Tojiโs long, luuuscious shaft start to sandwich between your pussylips. Honed tip. Bawling divot. They were just so puckered and sensitive- even the barest lines of his veins leaving you gasping. โFuck-โ
โEasy there-โ That familiar tone of his echoes, sounding even more out-of-breath inside this bathroom. Toji hooks his chin into the crook of your neck, โEasyโโ His swollen, reddened tip starts circling your entrance- and your head spins at how he probes into you. โEasy there- now- breathe-โ
โWhat do youโฆoh, fuck.โ Mewls shattering in your throat- you feel the sheer streeeeetch of Tojiโs incredible length.
Just so thick. Just so heated.
You knew that it was always the quiet onesโฆbut fuck.
It felt as though he was melting your walls around him - feeling every throb he was letting out at the top of your head. Your teeth were on edge, and your body was torn between wanting to take him even deeper and bouncing away into safety. For your mere sanityโcould he even fit?
โO-of course, I can.โ Tojiโs guttural answer comes - and itโs only then that youโre truly realizing that youโd said that out loud. Fuck- had you been so dumbified by his mere size? That you were now babbling away as Toji sunk insideโ
And heโs ruthless in his swipes- hard, technical. โItโs gonna fit.โ It felt as though Toji Fushiguro had already studied every single inch of you, and he was now hurtlinโ away his rock-hard tip straight into where you needed him the most. โIt will fit.โ
He sounded so sure of himself - as easy as passing every finals exam with flying colors.
Toji pushes his glasses up his nosebridge and angles his cock even more viciously. He rubs that bawling divot of his against the roof of your cunt- messing around some of those tender sweet spots that youโd always kept hidden. And then glide-glide-gliiiiding down to purposefully massaging every nook nโ cranny of your walls against those prominent veins of his-
โFuckโโ In absolutely no time- heโs managed to locate your pulsing g-spot. As though drawn in by a magnet, Tojiโs then following the shivers of your body to target that exact spot. Ramming and ramming his heavy cockhead between your pussylips. โH-how are you even-โ
โHmmm?โ Nearly purring, Toji grazes his cheek down the column of your throat. โSpeak up, doll.โ
โHow-โ
โActuallyโฆโ You could hear the smile in his tone. โ-raise your hand to speak.โ
You gape. And that rebellious streak within you makes you open your mouth with a protest- but soon enough Tojiโs darting his tip away from your g-spot to start thumpinโ at your cervix.
Lengthy glides that end up swabbing your sweetest spots, before thrashing straight to your womb.
It was as if he was teaching you exactly what youโd be missing if it werenโt for him and fuck- if that wasnโt a compelling argumentโฆ
Belatedly, you raise your hand. โHow are you even this good, Toji?โ
And that makes him raise a dark brow- โThis good?โ He asks - mostly to himself - and the utter botched breath in his tone makes shivers sprint down your spine. Toji watches his plump tip disappear in and out of your cunt a few times- before suddenly heโs letting out a startled laugh. โThis good?โ
Before you can do anything about it, Toji lifts his hand off of your waist and ends up smushing your cheeks together. There was nothing gentle about it - Toji was mean. Toji was trying to leave marks.
So that everyone who sees the two of you walk out of the bathroom together can look at your pretty face and know that that was him. That pretty set of lips- both ones.
Heโs holding your face up to the sink mirror, his eyes meeting yours through the reflective surface. Youโre realizing with a jolt that Tojiโs eyes were the most intense shade of emerald green - and they were currently narrowing down at youโโWhoโs fucking you right now, girl?โ
โWh-what?โ Youโre managing to sputter out.
His grip slightly tightens- and his cock starts hitting you twofold. โSee it?โ Those handsome features of his are just irresistible, making it so difficult for you to tear your eyes away from him. โFeel it?โ And his other hand loosens from your clit to glide down your tummy - where you felt utterly bloated with all his bulging, massive inches. Throbbing. โFeel it?โ
And you can only nod and nod-
โWhoโs fucking you right now, girl?โ
โY-youโโ
And in that very moment, his fat cock bottoms out with a lecherous slurp!
โThatโs what I thought.โ Toji sounds so content with himself- slightly slurring at the ends of his sentence. โAnd whatโs my name?โ
โToji-โ Youโre gasping out. Your cries were echoing so loud inside the bathroom that youโre sure some of the bystanders outside were hearing - but you didnโt care. Not when Toji was reeling his sloppy hips back and stutterinโ a few direct hits to your bruised g-spotโโToji Fushiguroโ!โ
โAnd who said a nerd canโt fuck?โ
He snickers to himself.
Right before heโs starting to fuck into you like a damn animal- spotting every ounce of space inside you with his dribbling pre. The length of his cock was nearly a blur between your legs, and Toji was just drunk on the thought of having you.ย
On the thought of wanting to have you for so long now-
โI studied, yโknow?โ Toji whispers against the shell of your ear, words clammy. โI studied every inch of the human anatomy-โ He presses a kissโthen a bite. โI studied eeeeevery nook and cranny-โ Swirlinโ his rude cockhead around just in time, โEvery nerve in the clitorourethrovaginal complex and every crevice-โ
โF-fuuuuck-โ
โEvery statistic for the Grรคfenberg spot, and every spot where it couldnโt be-โ He pinches your clit. Heโs thrashinโ his hips against yours so hard that it sends your heels flying off of the cool tile. โEvery stretch of your rugae and every little clench-โ
As if on cue, youโre clenching around him. Embracing him with your puckered pussylips until Toji himself sees white- โToji, it feels so-โ
โGood.โ Heโs furiously pushing his glasses up, not daring to miss a single second or squeeze of your cunt. โBecause I know this pussy in and outโโ The nerdy man lands a few more sloppy strokes, and he has to bite down on his lower lip to hold back a whimper. Locking eyes with you through the mirror- โAnd whoโs fucking you?โ
โYou, Tojiโโ Your eyes scrunch shut as youโre crashing into a sudden high- taking your entire body by surprise. Those white-hot bolts of pleasure start up where he was plunging into you, before building up through the rest of your body.
Your toes curl. Youโre seeing white.
So strong that it leaves you nearly numb.
Nearly stupid- unable to do anything but grip onto the sink and bounce your hips back down. Right as Toji was fucking you through peak after peak- โTojiโfuck, Toji-โ
And your ears are still ringing by the time the bathroom door clicks open.
Too late, youโre sloppily swivelling around to face the faux-blond man standing at the doorway. Not that you had anything against people that dyed their hair - but you did have something against Naoya Zenin.
Your jaw drops, โYou-โ
His furious eyes dart between you and Toji. โYou two-โ
โTake a hike, fucker.โ Tojiโs gruff tone echoes from behind, and youโre noticing that he doesnโt slow down for a single second as he talks to Naoya. In fact, the bespectacled man plants a sudden spank on the side of your ass and speeds upโโYouโll see enough of her soon at family functions- as my girlfriend, of course.โ
Fuming, Naoya doesnโt speak a word before the door slams shut.
And it takes the tremble inside the bathroom for you to speak- โWaitโฆfamily functions? Do you know him or something?โ
And Toji looks at you squarely. โWeโre related.โ
Oh.
โAnd donโt think that I was b-bluffing about the girlfriend part.โ
Oh.
He stutters at that?
.
.
.
After a considerable few years of teaching, Masamichi Yaga has learned not to be surprised.ย
It was inevitable, of courseโthe same old campus, the same old syllables, the same old faces that inevitably get replaced by those rather similar. All bored and slightly hungover.
Though thatโs not to say that Yaga doesnโt love teaching or his students - in fact, he can empathize with those that arenโt exactly the keenest on learning Veterinary Science at 8AM. He empathizes - really - and he does his best to keep the process as pain-free as possible until theyโve earned their credits for the semester.ย
And then again, thatโs also not to say that there arenโt a few students who alwaysโฆstand out. Not in terms of looks or aesthetic, but rather in the work they do.
In the questions they answer- and the questions they ask.
In the hours they put in.
In the textbooks they keep as close as their hearts.
And who better to illustrate this point than Toji Fushiguro? Though it was such a shame that he wasnโt the social types - these stand-out students often didnโt tend to be - in fact, there was only ever one student that dared sit next to himโah! There you were.
Yaga admits he takes no small pleasure in watching this small interaction everyday.
Namely how Toji would duck his head and pretend he didnโt see you- exceptโฆexcept today, Toji wasnโt ducking his head at all. Not at all.
Instead, the black-haired man looks straight at you and whispers something in your ear.
Something thatโฆthat - judging by the gaping expression on your face, and the smug one on his - was a sentence not meant for Yagaโs ears. Something dirty.
And oh goodnessโฆ
He doesnโt know what happened since last class, but if he has to watch the two of you flirt everyday from hereon after thenโฆ
He might just have to request a course change.
โก NANAMI KENTO - Lesson #1
โSo likeโโ It doesnโt surprise Nanami Kento - TA to Professor Yagaโs History class, the star student in the entire department, the man infamous for having even his dorm walls covered in academic accolades and awards - when you lean over his desk.
Palms planted almost on his side. The neckline of your loose satin blouse dipping.
Dipping.
Enough to give him a gooood look at what was underneath- he catches just the slightest glimpse of baby pink before he has enough sense to look away. Lingerie? Youโd worn fucking lingerie to come get tutored by him?
But alrightโsay that was understandable. Say that Nanami has enough experience as a TA by now to know that certain students might attempt to gain favors throughโฆnon-academic means.ย
Perhaps one could chalk that up to human sensibilities (or lack thereof) - Nanami Kento was never that type of man. In fact, most of the department would harp on ballads about what a romantic the blond-haired TA is- much to his obliviousness.
However, what actually stuns him is the way youโre tucking a finger into your blouseโs neckline- and how you have the audacity to actually tug down on it.
Youโre humming, โWhat do I have to do to get an A in this class?โ
Nanami balks. Mouth opening and closing soundlessly.
He knows your type- more accurately, he knows you. He knows youโre the type of student surrounded by others, always invited to the most exclusive parties, always with a phone blowing up, always at the center of attentionโalways in his line of sight. Though thatโs because he knows youโre not above cheating to pass this classโฆof course. Thatโs the only reason.
Short skirt. Seemingly getting shorter everyday- sat front and center whenever he assisted with class.
Legs slightly ajar.
It made him lose track of his thoughts whenever he happened to glance your way. Happened to.ย
To Nanami Kento, history is what he lives and breathes- but to you, he knows itโs nothing but a credit you need to get your degree. And though he wouldnโt necessarily fault anyone for that, he canโt deny that itโd sent a thrill up his spine once youโd cornered him yesterday asking for tutoring.
Heโd said yes faster than he wouldโve liked.
And thus, here he was.
Nanami Kento tries to keep his composure by reminding himself of your absolutely abysmal naming of Japanese shoguns from the 14th century, but just when he thinks heโs getting a grip on himselfโ
He darts a look down your blouse and his voice cracks.
You smile as though youโve got him already - youโve seen the way he looks at you during lectures.
โI-I think that would be highly inappropriate-โ Pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up frantically.
To which youโre only leaning closer- โOh? What would be inappropriate? I was asking about what extra assignments I could take to make up for my last test scoreโฆโย
You cock your head in the picture of perfect innocence.
But he knows your games- he fucking knows it. And almost as much as his ears were burning, his cock does the same between his legs, too. โPerhaps re-taking that test- and the last five.โ Nanami grits out. โAnd perhaps a long reading listโโ
โYou say that as if youโre disappointed.โ Smiling - a snare.
โYou say that as if you didnโt plan to re-take any tests at all.โ Nanami counters. Somehow, his perfectly slicked-back hair was mussed up - he doesnโt know how, but he always did seem to lose his cool when it came to you. Every part of him.
โWhat can I say?โ Youโre shrugging, โI love a hot fuckinโ nerd.โ
Nanami gulps. Tightening his tie- before he thinks better of it and all but rips it off of his neck.
Perfectly pressed pants. Perfectly buttoned-up shirt. Sleeves sometimes pushed up to his elbows. Golden cufflinks. Tie.ย
Everyone who has seen Nanami Kento striding about campus, has commented on his formal clothes in one way or the other - but mostly about how there was not a single crease in them, not even at the end of the day. And it really was true. Youโre feeling them pressed up against your front right nowโ
With Nanami taking only a few split-seconds to tug you from the other side of the table - easily, as you were all but on top of it by now. Heโs grabbing ahold of your wrist and easily manhandling you to his side.
Splaying you back out on the table. Back against the cool surface.
His muscular core weighing you down- and fuck, your mouth waters as you feel all the chiselled abs he was hiding away beneath his button-ups.
The calm, collected nerd had somehow snapped-
Nanamiโs intense brown eyes peek up at you as he nears- and you can only nod.
Itโs the only confirmation you need before that infamously handsome tie of his ends up โround your wristsโtied together. Youโre delighting at just how rough he was being with you thereafter- flipping up your slutty skirt, barely pushing aside your panties.
Nanamiโs all the way through taking out his heated, ravaging cock - so thick - and tappinโ his blushinโ red tip between your pussylipsโbefore he takes a look at your heaving just and gapes.
โOh.โ
And before you know it, your blouse is being ripped straight down- buttons flying to the floor.
โSh-shit-โ Youโre gasping at the shockwave of cool air that greets you. Your body arches up into his touch as Nanami leans down and draaaags his face across your tits, lapping his tongue all over the swell of your breasts and smelling you. So sweet. โShit- just fuck me already, Kento-โ
And the first thing youโre registering is the soundโthwack!
Before youโre registering the actual understanding that Nanami Gentleman Kento had just rovered his right hand down and spanked your puckered pussylips.
Hard.ย
Youโre so sensitive that the action sends you seeing stars, and you buck up into his touch-
Thwack!
โThe first lesson weโre going to learn tonight-โ He twiddles his thumb between your folds, smearinโ them open and taking a nice look at your cute hole. Wet. No matter how much self control the man might have, he canโt stop himself from leaning down and spittingโ
A gentle wad of spit that falls vertically between your legs.
The TA hums at the splatter, running his thumb purposefully down your clit. โ-patience.โ
You begin to whine. โNow thatโs just unfair-โ
Thwack!
He looks up at you with heavy, half-lidded eyes. โWhat was that, darling?โ
โN-nothingโฆโ Youโre forced to admit. And it takes every shred of willpower in you to stop from humping up into his touch so needilyโand Nanami doesnโt utter a word as you take control over yourself. He merely leans back and enjoys the show.
Let you be the one to dictate how far he teaches tonight. Heโs a patient man.
โGood.โ Nanami announces once youโre finally stock-still, having contained your desperation. It was cute how you think you could mask those tiny squirms of your hips, but he lets it go as your first lessonโฆโSecond lesson-โ
Youโre shivering at the thought.
And he spits between your pussylips once more.
โIf you arenโt wet enough to fucking drench me- then I fear you wonโt get me, my love.โ
โP-pleaseโโ And you really were wet enough to drench him- youโre perking your hips up slightly so that he can see. Leaving a sheen of gleaming sap down the front of Nanamiโs crotch, โI am I am-โ
โThenโฆโ His lips quirk up meanly. Heโs sandwiching his ruddied cockhead between your pussylips and fucking- just between your pussylips. โShow your working.โ
Show your working?
Show your working?!
It seems you have no choice but to spreeeead apart your legs even further- letting your gooey cunt gush out a few sploshes of slick. Nanami cocks his head down and takes you in, โHmโฆgood, good.โ
And youโve never felt more shy in your life. โA-and the third lesson, Kento?โ
He fits his pointed cockhead between your ready folds.
โGood girls take it all.โย
Did that meanโ
Soon enough, youโre throwing your head back- voicebox shattering with a spiel of moans. Mewls. Whines. Any and every noise that possibly couldnโt describe the sheer raw sensation of Nanamiโs hot, giiiirthy cock entering your cunt.
He was stretching you out so wide.
Wider than you ever thought possible.
Heโs placing a hand down on your front and press-press-preeeeessing down on your stomach as his cock sinks in- fat cockhead opening up your channel. Fucking you like an utter madman. It didnโt matter how composed his reputation stated him to be- because right now Nanami had his blond bangs falling across his forehead, his jaw clenched at the sensations, and his glasses nearly slipping off his face as he tuuuugs you down his cock.
His reddened divot weeping into even the tiniest of nooks and crannies inside you, his cock so large that it could almost be felt from the outsideโ
โFeel me right in there?โ Nanamiโs deep baritone echoes out into the room, echoing against all four corners. Five thick fingers of his splay out across your core- โRight there-โ
You shiver as he locates the exact spot where he was easing in - another few inches pushed inside. His swollen tip was swirling about your insides and push-push-puuuushing inside, past those restraints and that tight muscle of your hole. โYes.โ
โFeel me openinโ that pussy of yours up?โ He grumbles out in a gravelly tone. And it makes the hair on your body stand at attention to realize that this was him speaking like this. This was him pushing his glasses further up his perspired nose, this was him pounding his heated cock into you in short, jerky thrusts. โFeel me teaching her the shape of my hah- cock? Feel me teaching her to take meโโ
โY-yesโโ To be quite honest, it felt as though you could feel him in your very throat. โBut are you reallyโฆโ
โHm?โ
And youโre trailing off simply because youโre so awestruck - Nanamiโs cock was looooong and bloated. Decorated in a few veins down his sidesโthey were red and irritated. Thick. Throbbing so much that you swear you could count them from where you were spread apart on his table-
His cock is enough to render you so honest. โAre you sure it even can fit in?โย
And that makes Nanami pause.
โCan it fit?โ He breathes out - his voice taking on an airy tone that youโve never heard before. Itโs startling enough to make you look right into his eyes, and the inkling of somethingโฆdark in them is enough for you to jolt. โCan it fit?โย
And before you can repeat - before you can even ask him whatโs wrongโฆNanami reaches up to grab the tied restraints around your wrists.
And donโt mistake him- he isnโt about to set you free.
Heโs using that tie as leverage to haul your body downโโYouโre asking if it can fit?โ Your blond-haired TA grunts out hoarsely, breaths coming out ragged. He hisses when you clench your sopping wet walls around him- โGood girls take it all.โ
โY-yes, fuck-โ
โAnd youโre my good girl, right?โ Staring passionately into your eyes whilst he hits every hidden spot inside you in long, lecherous strikes.
His sheer expression - the way you had the Nanami Kento - so ruffled is so compelling that you canโt help but nod your head. โOf course.โ And your legs are tightening evermore against his toned waist, interrupted only by Nanami himself.
He uses one hand to throw both of your legs over his shoulders- one each. And before you know it, the big, buff nerd is bending down to fold you in half.
His fat cock reaching the end of your pussy.
โFourth lesson-โ And youโre barely even hearing it above the constant thrashes and thuds at your cervix, the stars youโre seeing. โ-repeat all those back to meโฆโ
And just then, the round edge of his tip was grazing right across your g-spot.
โ-or you donโt get to cum.โ
.
.
.
โHow oddโฆโ Professor Yagaโs bushy brows furrow above his shades - it might not be quite professional for a professor to wear such a thing to campus, but to be fair, students showed up in their pajamas half the time. Besides, they helped mask his expressions rather well.
Like right now.
Though Nanami Kento - his ever-loyal TA - could sense that what was upon Professor Yagaโs face was nothing but pure, unabashed surprise. He says your nameโโI donโt remember her getting A++โs a single time this semester- and now youโre telling me itโs all that sheโs been getting?โ The professor squints at his screen, in the middle of doing his customary check-ins before a lecture.
Nanami coughs, โI-Iโve been tutoring her latelyโฆโ
Professor Yaga looks to Nanami in surprise - he knew that his blond-haired student would much rather hug a porcupine than a person. Let alone spend his precious hours tutoring one. โIsโฆis that so?โ
Nanami nods silently.
The older man clears his throat - if there was anyone capable enough to bring your History grades up to such an extent, then it could only be Nanami Kento. At this rate, you might be giving his star student a run for his money- โAnd how has that been?โ
โWell itโs been quite- ah, illuminating, sir.โ
Professor Yaga raises a brow in question- but before he can ask anything furtherโthe students start trickling in.
Class has started.
To everyone including Professor Yaga, Nanami Kento- and you.ย
Winking blatantly at his TA as you waltz up to your chair, skirt shorter than ever, hips swayingโฆ
The professor just barely manages to catch the way Nanamiโs eyesโฆfollow you.
And it dawns upon him.
The slight wobble in your saunter.
The strange bruises peeking out above Nanamiโs collar.
The traitorous blush upon his face.
Professor Yaga has never searched up course change forms faster.
โก GETO SUGURU - โShut up.โ
โMake me.โ
And thatโฆis precisely what makes you pause.
Itโs what makes you s-sputter. Itโs what makes you shoot a glare at perhaps the most infuriating man youโve ever had the misfortune of meeting- and thatโs saying a lot.ย
Though, he always did manage to surprise youโever since Professor Yagaโs Philosophy Class 101, youโd been haunted by the thorn that was Geto Suguru.
You recall that first meeting like it was yesterday.
The nervous shuffling of seats. Professor Yaga was notorious for hand-picking only the best of the best for his classes, and you remember the glee thatโd shot up your spine at the email of confirmation. Youโd been picked. Similarly, adrenaline wafted off the other students in waves around you, burning its sour aftertaste into the atmosphere. Though at that moment, nothing had been sweeter.
Especially once the professor had finally - finally - asked a broad question about the theory of knowledgeโ
And your hand had shot up.
Right along with the boyโs beside you.
Long black hair. Longer limbs.
Draped across the chair so carelessly, his grey turtleneck hugged him in a way that made your eyes dart away.
Gold-rimmed glasses.
He had the most feline smirk across his face as his eyes met yours- smug. He raised his hand higher.ย
And from that day onwards, you knew that Geto Suguru was your sworn enemy.
Rival, more like.
Throughout the semester, youโd answer one of Professor Yagaโs questions, and Geto would be sure to disagree. Youโd top the grades in class, and Geto would break your streak on the next one. Youโd try not to bash his head in, and Geto would only urge you to more.
He infuriated you. If not by whatever sharp quip comes to his tongue - seemingly always in competition with yours - then by whatever sly wink or smirk heโd throw your way. He was shameless.ย
And you were sure Professor Yaga wasnโt paid enough for this.
So being paired together for the biggest project of the semester certainly hadnโt been on your radar. No matter how much predictivism youโd been taught.
And it was by sheer miracle that you two hadnโt strangled each other already-
โM-make you?โ You ask. Geto adjusts his glasses and leans back in his chair, arms crossing.
โMake me.โ He repeats, and youโre sure by now that you werenโt mishearing things. โYouโve spent this whole semester running that mouth- Iโm starting to wonder whether thatโs all it does.โ
The slight arch of his brow makes you bristle. โYou fucker-โ
โNo need to lower yourself to insults, gorgeous, Iโm just stating the facts. Diogenes always did seek an honest man.โ He hums, all faux innocence. โPhilosophy isnโt just about theorizing, itโs about application. Besidesโฆโ Geto shrugs those broad shoulders of his, snug in yet another too-expensive turtleneck. Cashmere, you bet. He looks straight at you as he speaksโโ-thereโs nothing little about me, either.โ
And then you pause.
And then youโre standing in the middle of Geto Suguruโs bedroom- because of course the bastard had suggested his dorm room for your project meeting.
โProve it then.โ
His pink lips part. โWhat?โ
โProve it.โ You repeat. โPhilosophy isnโt just about theorizing, itโs about application.โ
โMaybe I will. Socrates said to be is to do.โ
โMaybe you should.โ
โMaybe Iโโ And of course, you have to be the one to make the first move. You have to be the one to drag Geto Suguru in by his stupid turtleneck, pressing your lips to his. Stupidly sweet.
Heโs lapping at you like a man in the depths of hunger, licking his tongue between your gloss-covered lips and moaning- โFuck.โ He rasps out through honed canines. โFuck.โ Dragging himself off of the floor where your poster boards were spread out-
โSit.โ And without a single warning, youโre pressing the heel of your foot between Getoโs meaty thighs. Youโre locating where his rock-hard cock is and puuuuuush-
โN-nghโฆโ He shivers. He blushes at the broken noise that escapes him. โThaโs all you got?โ
You raise a brow and crush his thickening length harder.ย
Geto bucks- but he pulls himself together. โStill all you got?โ
And so youโre narrowing your eyes nโ grabbing onto him- tearing through Geto Suguruโs stupid, pretentious layers like youโve always wanted to.
Tugging off his neat pants. Pulling on his tight Aristotle-patterned boxers.
Spitting straight between his lips once he opens his mouth-
And Getoโs bulbous red tip twitches at the sensation of your wet dollop of saliva. He nods with a blush as youโre lowering your naked cunt down on himโโYes.โ Breathing out. Feeling a little dizzy at the sudden warmth of your swollen pussylips, swallowing him up- โYes- fuuuuck-โ
Before he knows it, your hand is around him. โShut up.โย
โFuck, thatโs makinโ me even harder-โ As if to prove his point, his flared tip throbs inside of you.
โI said shut up.โ Those pretty fingers of yours claim his pale neck- digging the curves of your nails into his skin. It makes him gulp. โIf someone walks in or if the dorm RA catches us, then my reputation will be affected-โ
โYou mean my reputation- fuh-fuck.โ He can barely even get the sentence out before youโre tightening your grip. Perkinโ your pretty hips up juuuust a little before gulping down his thick length.
Inch after inch.
Fat and pulsing inside of you with need.
He was so veiny that each tiny slip nโ slide caressed Getoโs prominent veins against your sweet insides. And heโs throwing his head back at the sensation as though heโs seeing the pearly gates themselves.
Letting out such a guttural groan- โOh fuck.โ Choked-up at the back of his throat. Those milky thighs of his shake as he reaches them upwards to chase your wettened cunt, bashinโ in the roundness of his cockhead. โOh fuck, fuck, fuuuck-โ
โWhat was that about running oneโs mouth?โ You scoff. โSeems like youโre all talk- what? Canโt even handle a little pussy?โ
โMaybe I just canโt handle your pussy.โ He bites back. With yet another soft sound leaving him once your fingers dig against his throat.
โI doubt youโve ever seen a real pussy in your life.โ And when he opens his mouth, youโre quick to interrupt. โDonโt lie.โ
Getoโs mouth shuts again. Having you be so stern with him like thisโฆfuck. It makes some strangely carnal part of himself that he didnโt even know he had awakened- and the black-haired man merely ruts up into you a few times. A line of drool dragging down the side of his lips the more nโ more heโs feeling your soft clenches. Just one hard cleeeench.
He was gone for.
His cadence grows stuttered. His glasses slip down his face. And he finally nods in admittanceโa virgin. And, listen, you didnโt have anything against virgins- but the fact that he could talk so big and yet get driven so wild by a mere drag of your sloppy walls down his cock- and still not admit to it?
โPathetic.โ
The dribblinโ and irritated crown of his shaft grows even bigger inside of you. Getoโs head plummets forwards, and heโs whispering something inaudible.
โWhat was that?โ You raise a brow- an expression that he raises his eyes to meet and jolts. As if electrocuted.ย
โI-I said I didnโt hear you.โ He counters. Bucking into you like an animal. โPythagoras said-โ
And you donโt hesitate to emphasize every single syllable. โPa-the-tic.โย
โWhat was that?โย
โI said youโre pathโoh.โ
Rutting into you even harderโfuck. It didnโt even matter that his massive, inexperienced cock wasnโt fitting all the way- because Geto was digging his rounded crown around your most delicate insides.
He somehow locates your g-spot in a few swipes, brows furrowed as though heโd memorized this particular spot through years of reading (he has, all for this very momentโฆ)ย
Such a delicious curve that you feel in your very throat, tastebuds sizzlinโ with a lacquer of saliva the moment his cockhead strikes your sweet spot. Your favorite. And more than your low profanities, the way youโre tilting your head down and glaring at him makes Geto Suguru splosh out in more lewd slick. โWatch it, Suguru.โ
โMmmโโ He shivers. Hands coming up โround your back and tugging you further against his toned front- you never realized that the nerd you sat next to was so ripped. โS-say that again.โ
And you swear now youโre beginning to grow a little concerned- he surely couldnโt be that pussydrunk, could he? โI said watch it-โ
โNo-โ Geto cuts you off. โIn that tone.โ
That tone? And it dawns upon you slow and sensualโlike the toyinโ rubs that he was granting on your g-spot now. Though you were the one most in control, letting his swollen cock stir up your insides at a thorough pace - now all the way from the tufts of black at his base to his puckered, drooling tip. โSuguruโฆโ And your hand locks around his neck even tighter- and just as youโd suspected, heโs drenchinโ out even more syrupy sap that leaks out of your hole. Gets fucked back in. โYou fucking like being degraded, donโt you?โ
A blush rises to his face. His glare targets you even through his foggy glasses, โTh-thatโs prepost-โ
โYou like me yelling at you.โ And this time, itโs not a question. You already knowโand youโre grinding your hips down onto his toned v-line at a frenzied pace, wrenching those words away from his husky throat before they can even formulate. โYou like me calling you pathetic.โ This time reaching up and tugging on a stray lock of his hair- โYou like me fucking you like a little bitch.โ
And his rude, reddened cock - ever the culprit - fills out your insides so much itโs as if you were fit to burst. He empties out his wadded webs inside you-ย
โIsnโt that true?โ You coo down at him. Poor Geto Suguru, spit-glossed lips and quivering at the feeling of your pussy- โYouโve always wanted to be fucked by me like this, huh?โ
And he nods.
He fucking nods.
Eyes glazed. Brows furrowed.
Hips shivering every time they rammed into yours.
And thatโs right before one of his tremblinโ hands reaches up to grab your own dominant set - lifting them off of his sweaty scalp. For a second there, you think that perhaps Geto is particularly cagey over his pretty hair- but then heโs opening up your palm and smacking the side of his even prettier face with your hand.
Not hard enough to harm. Not soft enough to not leave a print of your digits across his blushing cheeks.
Youโre surging up with questions when-
โAhhhโฆโ He exhales, eyes fluttering shut at the sting. Once Geto opens them again, youโre noticing that they look clearer than ever now. โThatโs better.โ He pushes up his drifted glasses.
Rapidly and ravenously, heโs back in control with his sloppy cadence. Globular edge of his cockhead swervinโ apart your folds to tickle your g-spotโthen reaching all the way towards the back of your womb-
Again and again.
โD-donโt think mโnever gonna catch up, gorgeous.โ Geto gnaws down on his lower lip as if to hold back a moan. โIโve been wanting to fuck you since the start of semester- you didnโt think mโjust gonna let you win, huh? Plato said that the first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself.โ
โDonโt act like you werenโt justโoh.โ Youโre out of breath from his sheer thrashes, the ridges of his veins massaging spots you didnโt even know you had. โ-werenโt just putty in my hands.โ
โAh- and about handsโฆโ Like heโd just remembered- like heโd been so gone on the feeling of your sopping wet walls that he didnโt even realize what had just transpired, Geto shoots a look down at your hand. Still in his grip. Still prickling with the slap from earlier.
He bites his lip and blushes.
โSlap me again.โ
You fucking knew it.
.
.
.
The next time youโre attending Professor Yagaโs class, you have a lot of explaining to do - first of all about why youโd sent him an urgent email in the middle of the night, requesting an extension for the project.
And second of all, why you and Geto Suguru walked into the next class holding hands.
โSo thatโs what happened.โ He doesnโt even need to hear your excuses to know. From here he can already see the bite marks on your neck, the limp in your walk, the way that Geto looked much too happy with himself.
The older man pushes up his shades and sighs-
โProfessor-โ
โI really donโt get paid enough for this.โ
โก CHOSO KAMO - XXXreads.
โI r-really canโt thank you enough for helping me.โ Chosoโs sweet, sweet voice flutters out at youโalmost inaudible past the mountain of books in his hands. They were as tall as him when set down on the floor, and being held up they nearly grazed the arch of the doorway. โReally. I didnโt know how many trips Iโd have to take otherwise.โ
You giggle, โDonโt worry about it, Choso.โ
โNo but- really.โ And somehow - perhaps through years of practice, perhaps because of those muscles you always suspected he hid underneath soft fluffy sweaters - Chosoโs letting go of his towering pile to push his glasses up. โN-no one really offeredโฆno one talks to me anyways but-โย
He looks at you in slight panic, as though fearful heโs scared you off.
โBut really, thank you.โ
And you feel your heart clench for the poor boyโit was true, after all. No one in class ever quite spoke to the nerdy Choso Kamo, always with his face close against the pages, always with his hand raised in the air.
He lived more in the world of books than he did with people.
Which was no surprise- not when the people in most of your lectures werenโt exactly the nicest. Despite it being university, it seems people still did pick on him for being a littleโฆbookish. Tittering to themselves as he passed. Throwing scrunched up paper balls at his head. Speaking to him just for the laughs.
And thatโs where you came in- there was absolutely nothing wrong with being bookish, or studious, or smart.
In fact, out of everyone in Professor Yagaโs English Lit lectures, you think that Choso was the best one there. The mostโฆhandsome, too. But that was neither here nor there!
And so you did your best to divert their attention, to prevent your classmates from taking out their slouched midterm grades and bad hangovers on the nerdy boy. Which included spotting his form (or at least the little you could make out of him) in the corridor, struggling to balance countless books, and stopping to help him.
And youโre nodding at the librarian as you enter- slipping in Chosoโs multiple borrowed books through the book drop slot. Soon enough, youโre finding yourself free of all the weight of his books and Chosoโholding onto merely one.
โWhatโs that one, Choso?โ You ask in curiosity.ย
His voice cracks. Holding the book against his chest, Chosoโs handsome face tints red as he looks at you. โTh-this one? Nothing-โ
And as you attempt to take a peek at it, he swerves away slightly. Hmโฆย
Pushing his glasses up his clammy face, โN-nothing at all. This is just one that I have toโฆto return personally.โ
โPersonally?โ You squint. โLike put on the shelf yourself? Iโve never heard of that.โ
โYesโโ With a final squeak, heโs darting into the depths of the library as though his feet were on fire. As though, perhaps, you yourself were fire - and he hunches away from you slightly when youโre following him.ย
All the way past the science section.
โA-and thank you so much for your help- again. I wouldnโt want to bother you any longer.โ He pants.
All the way past the literary fiction section.
โReally- I wouldnโt want to bother you. I promise you can leave.โ
All the way into a darkened corner of the library that you donโt think youโve ever been in before- where the tables were sparse and the students were even more sparse. In fact, there wasnโt a single soul in sight there.
โPlease.โ
And Choso ducks into a barren corner of an aisle.
One that you look up atโ
And right there on the shelf marker atop the shelf. Right there in laminated plastic. Right there in printed script that could not be erased.
Erotica.
Heโd borrowed an erotica book.
And judging by Chosoโs familiarity with the section, this wasnโt the first time. Nor would it be the last.
In just a few seconds- youโre walking up to him. And knowing that he was cornered, Choso Kamo can do nothing but bow his head in shame when you reach out for the bookโsomething by some author named Tony with a glitzy, glossy x-rated cover. Youโre glancing at the brief summary on the back.ย
You catch a few key words.
Nerd.
Bullied.
Class.ย
The hot girl whoโs the only one to treat him with kindessโand the one to take his virginity.ย
.
.
.
โFuck.โ And Choso Kamoโs tone comes out hurried- it comes out harrowed. It comes out hushedโnothing but a low, trembling tone against the shell of your ears. It shakes, just like the rest of his half-naked body as he tucks his fat tip between your pussylips.
Pants pulled down just enough to free his raging erection.ย
His plump, reddish crown swipes down your crevice and straight inside your hole. Jerking his hips sloppily back and forth a few times-
โFuck fuck fuck fuckโโ Chosoโs voice cracks in your eardrums, entire body feverish as he glues himself to your behind. Your front against the ridged bookshelf, his toned body against yours.ย
โShhhhh, baby.โ
He nods, โShhhh.โ
The towering man fucks you like an utter animal- hips pinned to yours and making the wooden furniture underneath creak. Itโs as if he doesnโt even realize his own strength, his own girth - how could he? When he hasnโt had the experience to beforeโฆ
And just the act of putting it in is enough to leave Choso a stuttering, strangled mess. A single tear tracks down his cheek, โFuh-fuck, it feels even b-better than in the books, baby-โ
โThought about me a lot while reading, hm?โ Turning your face around- you meet his flushed one with a grin.
โWellโฆโ
You clench and his breath hitches- โDid you touch yourself to those thinking about me?โ
Itโs a tone thatโs making him shiver - the tips of Chosoโs ears burn bright red, and his lips wobble cutely. He nodsโhe fucking nods away drunkenly before heโs registering it. The look of glee on your face is enough to make the nerdy man choke. โD-donโt tease me, baby.โ He quietly whispers out, hand dragging down the side of your upright body. Heโs managing to slip his slender fingertips between your legs nโ massage those treacly pussylips of yoursโjust like his books had taught him. โThough you- I mean- the character in the books did, too.โ
โOh?โ One of your brows raises interest. โAnd what else did this character do, baby?โ
Choso whines, his flushed cockhead emptying out the most adorable lines of slick into your deepest depths. He pulls out a little just to watch those ribbons of sap cling onto your cunt- โF-fuck back into meโฆโ
โHm?โ
โThe character- I mean.โ He gasps out. And a line of sweat glides down the side of his temple as he starts ruttinโ into you even harder, the round edge of his cock opening up spots you didnโt even know you hadโChoso was fucking massive. โWould fuck back into me- the nerd.โ
And so youโre gripping onto the firm wooden planks of the book shelf, using it as leverage to raise your hips. Up and down. Up and down. โShitโโ Your walls glide down his swollen cock, the patterns of his veins just so prominent. โAnd what else, baby?โ
Heโs whimpering at the sound of that pretty pet name on your tongue- so much so that Choso leans over to suck on your tongue. โAnd then- and then-โ
โThis is how you kiss, Choโฆโ You angle your head to kiss him back - so sloppy. Whoโd have thought that the lovely, quiet nerd in your lectures was just soโฆ
โAnd then sheโd start t-to clench.โ He admits, oglinโ down with big brown eyes at the glistening circle of your cunt. โI donโt really know what that means, baby, or what you have to do to clโfuck.โ
And youโre hearing the exact moment it hits him- the exact moment that the cute hug of your walls leaves him a broken man. Choso shudders upwards as though heโs just been jolted by electricity, and he probes his red, round tip against your spongy cervix- bottoming-out. Barely even starting to pull away from your sultry womb as he fucks inwards.
Held hostage by your cuntโhe pants. He shakes. โAnd then-โ Spittle dribbling down the sides of his lips, they twitch with delight. โJust like thatโj-just like thatโฆharder.โ
And so you do. Fluttering your lashes, โLike this?โ
โHarder.โ
โLike this-โ
โHard-โ Cutting his own words off, the nerdy man reaches his quiverinโ fingers from your slitโand before you know it, heโs pinching your puffy pussylips together. Tight. Ruthless. Making you see stars behind your shuttered lids at the sheer pressure- โLike this. And then in the end sheโd beg-โ
โBeg for what, Cho?โ You ask.
โSheโd begโฆโ The raw draaaags of his flared mushroom tip leave your knees weak. And Choso has to keep a hand constantly looped around your right thigh to keep you from collapsing. Perking your ass up against his ramming v-line, he uttersโโYouโd beg for my cumโฆโ
Your mouth drops into a pretty circle. โOh.โ
And almost instantly, he seems to regret the filthy words spewing out of his mouth. โB-but thatโs just a fantasy and-โ
โWellโฆโ This time, youโre the one interrupting him. And itโs done so with the realization that- hey, he was fucking you raw anyways. โWhy donโt you go ahead then?โ
And he doesnโt even need to hear that entire sentence- he doesnโt even need to hear the middle of it. He merely slaps a hand on top of your gaped maw - effectively shutting you up in such a mean way - and rams his slam-reddened hips against yours. Choso all but fucking collapses his muscular body against your back as he scours his tip into your deepest spot.
The circumference of his girth ending off at your womb.
Before youโre feeling the slow, sensual trickle of his cum filling you up from the inside. It starts off with a few shy dribbles- before soon, the bespectacled man has to gnaw his canines down on your neck to stop himself from making too much noise.
Chasing your hips as you donโt know whether to fuck back or lean against the library- shoving and smearinโ his leaky tip into every orifice. Every nook. Every cranny.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of his slick glaaaaaazing you from the inside, frothing out near your entrance. โSh-shit thereโs so much, Cho.โ You murmur out. โYouโve never cum inside anything but your fist, huh? Shit- been savinโ this all up, hm?โ
Biting back a groan as your words make his seed shoot just a few more spurtsโโYes.โ To your absolute surprise. โBeen saving it up for you, baby.โ
And a shiver runs down your spine.
Both at Chosoโs words-
And at the sudden knocking upon one of the bookshelves- almost as though someone was making their entrance known upon a front door.
Both of you whip your heads up in a panic - with Choso still not moving away from your cunt. All honeyed and driiiipping with his ivory sap.ย
And the sight before you two makes the nerdy man wrap his arms around you possessively.
Because standing thereโtall, tattooed, dark hair that reached his shoulders. A bright blue jersey with the infamous emblem of Delta Jujutsu Pi - it was none other than Chisato Kamo.ย
His twin brother.
A man that shared the same face as the one fucking you, but just about none of his interests.
Well, none of his interests other than you that isโฆand perhaps thatโs why in a few minutes the older brother of the two is being pushed aside so that Chisato can ram his rugged, red tip into you rudely. Scoffing at the way your pussy quivered and clenched around himโ
โChehโฆshut up, girlie.โ He plasters a palm over your mouth, just as Choso had done so earlier. โHonestly, are ya even my brother? Look at her poor hole- she isnโt fucked even half as good as she shouldโve been-โ
Choso pipes up from where heโd been banished away from your pussy. โIf you just gave me her again-โ
โTo cum in two pumps again?โ
โShe said I could- sheโs mine.โ
โSheโs mine.โ
.
.
.
โIโm not even going to ask.โ Professor Yaga rubs at his throbbing templesโit wasnโt anything out of the ordinary to see his star student, Choso Kamo, walk into the lecture hall with his head bowed low. Unspeaking even with him.
It wasnโt even anything out of the ordinary to see you clinging onto aforementioned Choso Kamo, talking his ear off about your day. And Choso would let you.
What was absolutely astounding was the way in which the aforementioned Choso Kamoโs younger brother - Chisato Kamo, member of Delta Jujutsu Pi, attended more ragers than study sessions, never attended this English Literature class a day in his entire life - was following behindโฆ
Sauntering in as if he owned the place.
He throws an arm around you- and Choso immediately jerks up to smack it off of you.
He sees the two brothers glare at one another.
And Yaga decides that he definitely wasnโt paid enough to intervene with thatโฆ
He sighs and starts off attendance, and for the first time has the privilege of hearing. โMister Chisato Kamo?โ
โHere.โ
โก RYOMEN SUKUNA - 2-IN-1
โIsnโt she justโฆโ
โOut of your league?โ
โ-gorgeous.โ
Uraume canโt help but roll their eyes- well, mentally. They knew that their (unfortunate) best friendโs (unfortunate) resolve wasnโt nearly as strong to withstand such a thing, and so they have to settle for letting out a long sigh.
Bringing that red Solo cup to their lips, they hum. โThen why donโt you go there and talk to her-โ
โTalk to her- ya must be fuckinโ joking.โ Sukuna scoffs, staring down at his white-haired friend. Uraume had been attached to his side ever since their freshmen year rush for Jujutsu Delta Pi, and theyโve seen him through thick and thin. Through his wrestling lows and his professional contract. Through his best moments andโฆwhatever this was.
His embarrassingly big crush on you. Ever since heโd seen you at one of his wrestling games, cheering him on- Uraume has heard far too much about you from him ever since.
He sighs at the sight of you dancing in the middle of the dance floor.
Before narrowing his eyes down at Uraumeโs cup. โSeriouslyโฆhas your fruity lilโ punch - and I know you donโt drink anything hard - been spiked with something? Talk to her- cheh, just imagine-โ
โRyomen Sukuna.โ Cut off by the stern, supremely exhausted voice of his best friend. โIf you donโt ask her to dance right nowโโ The smaller person looks up from their far shorter height, dead-set into Sukunaโs crimson eyes. โ-then Iโm telling the entire party about what a nerd you are.โ A pause. โAnd showing them your Grimmjow figurine collection.โ
โOn it-โ
And it was a dance- just a dance, right?
Itโs not like Sukuna was going to ask you to marry him or- or to come up to his (geeky) bedroom or anything. Itโs not like one dance would have him embarrassing himself. Itโs not like one dance would have you finding out his true identity as aโฆnerd.
Right?
He was a Health Science major, for crying out loud!
Uraume drinks a shot of straight vodka.
.
.
.
โFuck, I need ya.โ Sukuna breathes out against your throatโone hand tilting your neck to the side for more access, the other gripped onto your hips. He kisses you maddeningly.ย
Blindly, the two of you had made your way through the throng of meshed, musical madness and climbed those fraternity stairs up to Sukunaโs bedroom. Where he had your back pressed against- his mouth attacking you wildlyโhe groans. Licking a stripe up your sweet skin, โI need ya so badlyโโ
โAll talk.โ You tut. And before he can stop you - before his rational mind can get the better of him - you let your hand slip to the door handle.
Flinging it open and letting the two of you stumble inside. Door slamming shut.
Youโre making it all the way to splay out on Sukunaโs massive king-sized bed before you turn on the lights and-
โWoah.โ And your jaw drops at the vision before you. Surrounding you. Someplace youโd never thought to beโฆRyomen Sukunaโs bedroom- anime posters, figurines, books upon books upon books, academic trophies as well as wrestling ones.ย
And he panics- โThis is-โ
โYouโre a-โ
โA little fuckinโ-โ
โNerd.โ
โNerdy.โ
The both of you pauseโbefore the clear urgency and embarrassment on Ryomen Sukunaโs face makes you smile. He looks away with a huff-
โDo you have glasses?โ
Reluctantly - still staring off intensely into a poster of Ouran High School Host Club - he nods.
โCan you wear them while you fuck me?โ
He looks back down with heated eyes.
And so he does.
Sukuna keeps his thin-rimmed, tortoiseshell glasses on as he tears through your glittery dress. Sukuna keeps his glasses on as he tugs down his ripped jeans nโ swipes his thickened tip between your pussylips. Sukuna keeps his glasses on still as he fucks you in long, sloooooppy strokes through and through your multiple orgasms.
Once just from fingerinโ over your clit - with his fraternity ring still on. Once more just from eating you out. Two more times just from fucking deeeeep into the sponged softness of your cervix- feeling him fill you out like never before was maddening.
Just about tunneling you through your fifth- meanwhile he hasnโt even cum for the first time yet.
He leans his sweaty head down in a mating press - close enough that the thundering slams of his hips send little flecks of slick flying up to his glasses. Roverinโ reddened cockhead plunging between your pussylips and hitting dead-set on the back of your cuntโsplattering both your slick and his own upwards.
Coating the frame and all the way down to the lens, Sukuna snickers as he fucks you even harderโโBetter know that yer gonna pay for dirtying these glasses-โ He pants between clenched canines. โYer not getting off that easy, girlie.โ
โA-and itโs my fault?โ Youโre squealing out in indignation. โIโm not the one thatโfuck.โ
โFuck?โ Sukuna hums. Expression turning into one of mocking thoughtfulness, โWhy, yes, according to my calculations I am fucking you.โ With that said, heโs dragging his veined cock all over your walls and pulling outโjust to tap the swollen curve of his cockhead on top of your cut. Splashinโ away your slick, โQuite the astute observation, brat.โ
Gurgling out between the force of his thrusts, โTh-thank you?โ
โI was talking to this pussy.โ
Your maw drops at his sheer audacity. โY-youโre not even that kind of nerd-โ
He cocks his head, soft pink curls following him. โAnd what fuckinโ kind of nerd am I, hm?โ
โYouโre not even theโฆโ In punishment, his length drills into you even harder - as if he was trying to pound those insolent words back into your throat. Making you feel the lump of his girth there where your voicebox crackled- โ-the scientific kind.โ
Sukuna shoots a glance at the numerous academic accolades atop his shelves. โRightโฆโ
โBecause if you were then youโd have found my g-spot already!โ
Right now you were blundering out whatever it was that you could say- which wasnโt much at all. Sukunaโs ravenous cock had left your mind nothing but mush, pounding and pounding and it felt as though your cunt was molded to his exact shade and size by nowโmaking you arch up into him. He glides a hand underneath your spine to help you.
It was true, however.
Ryomen Sukuna had made you reach your sultry orgasm five times without even caressing your g-spot. And you werenโt sure whether it was inexperience, or ignorance, or whether he just didnโt care for it but-
But he lets out a deep, dark burst of laughter at your sentence.
The last thing he does before reelinโ his thickened cock back and hitting your womb in a hard slam- โNot the scientific kind?โ Sukunaโs repeating to himself, through a slight chuckle. And there was something ragged in his tone that made you shiverโโNot the scientific kind?โ
And if his first repetition sounded as though he was in disbelief, that last one sounded as though his brain just refused to fucking register this shit - couldnโt possibly. Itโs almost enough to make you take back your statement, but thank goodness that you donโt.
Because within the next split-seconds, Sukuna has his middle finger pushing up his glasses- his eyes locking down above your front. His gaze then calculates the distance between where your swollen pussylips were gobbling him up, and where he could feel his rounded tip scrape your spongy depths. Your womb.
It takes him only mere moments- โThe Grรคfenberg spot is said to be on the anterior wallโฆโ Accordingly, he stirs his erection deep inside of you. โAbout 1-3 inches deep as per average statisticsโฆโ
And youโre suddenly feeling his bawling divot trace that exact distance down your walls. Up and down. Up and dooooownโโSh-shit, Kuna-โ
โDirectly behind the pubic bone- the inferior pubic ramus couldโฆโ
โShit, Kuna- almost-โ
โConsidered part of the clitorourethrovaginal complex so-โ And before you know it, his finger swipes down your pretty clit. Your body trembles, expectedly, and Sukunaโs bespectacled eyes follow that shiver riiiight up your cunt.
โP-please-โ You cry out.
And heโs cracking a small snicker. โTell me if the trials are successful, my lilโ lab helper.โ
โTrials?โ Climbing up onto your elbows in confusionโwhat trials? And youโre regretting the action almost as soon as it happens, because just then Sukuna lurches his hips back nโ gives a thorough smooch near your g-spot.ย
Near it.
โTrial oneโฆโ That little lilt in his pitch lets you know that heโs waiting for your answer.
โF-failed.โ Blubbering.
He pushes his glasses upwards and tries again- harder this time. โTrial two-โ
โFailed-โ
Even harder.ย
Mercilessly bashing in the top of your cervix, so smooth and slick you were - heโs sure his rude tip has formed a bruise there. Round and ravenous.ย
โAnd trial numberโฆโ Sukuna trails off. Dragging his swollen cock back aaaaaall the way until his tip was just chastely pecking your pussylips, and you could feel every single throb - and then dooooown until those scuffs of pink scrape your pussy. A carnal itch. โ-three?โ
โFโfuck.โ You canโt answer.
Because with that final thrust, Sukunaโs swipinโ down your g-spot perfectly. Making you go numb with the pleasure of him poking that tight orifice- right before youโre bursting into your nth high of the night.
Stars behind your lids. Toes curling until it hurts.
You canโt stop your hips from thrashing upon the squeaky mattressโand Sukuna canโt stop from shovelling his throbbing inches just a little deeper. He grips onto your hips from one side. He locates the exact spot that made you shatter, and digs his rotund tip into even even further - not pulling away even if you were sobbing at the sheer overstimulation.
Just slow, staccato-ed pushes inside.
It made a small primitive part of Sukuna break to pull away- he just wanted to keep on kissinโ your cervix. And he grunts at the back of his throat, the nerdโs own high washing over him in waves.
Silky droplets of cum that end up pouring deeeeep into the back of your pussyโitโs such a goopy mess there. Splashinโ around every time that Sukuna fucked his hips inside, collecting where he kept on pressing at a constant pace - like a button - on your g-spot.
Being fucked through peak after peak.
Thrust after thrust that aaaaaall end up targeting your g-spot. He was proving to you that he knew where it was, that he was that type of scientific nerd.ย
And the corners of his lips twitch in delight, โI take that as a success?โ Though he wasnโt asking you - not at all - he leans his head down to peer at your pussy. Lens coating in spraying droplets of sap, โWhy thank you for the help, my best assistant.โ
โY-youโre soโฆโ Your legs tremble weakly.
And Sukuna pushes those tortoiseshell glasses up his nosebridge- youโre noticing just now that they have small horns in the corners. How fitting.ย
He didnโt even bother wiping away the thick layers of your slick. Stuck onto him like a medal - the best, the shiniest out of all those upon the shelves.
โNow, have you ever heard about the A-spot?โ
.
.
.
โMister Ryomen Sukuna.โ The manโs stern voice calls out - it was 8AM but Professor Yaga could make a sloth jump onto a racetrack with his tone. Not that it does that much to the star of the wrestling team, the notorious pink-haired member of Delta Jitsu Pi, and Yagaโs very own star student of Health Science.
Sukuna merely looks at him boredly. Lounging an arm around the back of your seat- right beside him.
Honestly, if it wasnโt for the fact that he was (secretly) topping all the exams, then Yaga wouldnโt even put up with all this.
โPlease pay attention to the lecture.โ Professor Yaga straightens out his papers, โIf you have any personal conversation to be had, then please take it out of my classroom.โ
โAye aye, teach.โ Sukuna sleazes out a grin. โI was just helping my girl here with the lesson, yโknow.โ
A chuckle spreads throughout class, little did they know that they were laughing at the smartest student between all of them - perhaps even between the whole year.ย
โThen I suppose you donโt mind giving the entire class a briefing-โ The professor starts boredly, before he catches the smug look on Sukunaโs face- and Yaga has to look behind himself. The PowerPoint slide he didnโt realize he was onโfuck, it makes him swear internally.
Erogenous zones: The Grรคfenberg spot.
โI would be more than happy to give the class a briefing, teach.โ
โก INO TAKUMA - Got webs?
With great power came greatโฆresponsibility. Sure.ย
That was what Tony had briefed Ino Takuma onโmeeting the Avengers and getting to speak with Iron Woman? Absolutely awesome. Meeting the Avengers and saving the world? No biggie. Fighting crime and putting his life on the line everyday? Pssssht-
Getting fucked by you?
Shit, he was about to cream his pants.
Ino Takuma was fucking terrified.
Not because of you, of course, because you were just as beautiful as all his dreams and even more soโbut rather he was caught up in the fact that thisโฆwell, wasnโt a dream. Exactly that.
Itโd all come not too long after heโd confessed to you that he was Spider-Man. Taking you on a romantic dinner at some fancy restaurant heโd had to beg his uncle to make a reservation for, followed by a moonlit walk downtown- and a little breaking into campus to watch the stars from the rooftop. It was perfect.
And the way youโd taken him being Spider-Man? Perfect.ย
You were so sweet and loving- punching him in the shoulder (deserved) before taking him into your arms (Ino doesnโt know if heโd ever be deserving of being in the arms of an angelโฆbutโฆhe sure wasnโt complaining).
And afterwards, heโd taken you into his arms and used his webs to swing you all the way back to his apartment. It really was perfect.
And now he canโt lie, heโd taken you back to his apartment - landing neatly on his lilโ balcony ledge - without any ulterior motives. He promises! Ino Takuma is as pure as snow!
Ignore the fact that snow contains atmospheric pollutants and vehicle emissionsโฆbut other than that he swears heโs pure! Heโd merely wanted to show you his vast Lego collection, perhaps his camera and all those pictures heโd taken recently (maybe not the ones heโd taken of you from afar, howeverโฆ), and a few more of his nerdy Spider-Man gadgets!
So he swears that the little peck heโd placed upon you was innocent. And when that peck turned into something moreโฆhe swears that was innocent, too.
And when that turned into sprawling him out on his chemistry bedsheets, straddling his erect cock nโ sliding your soft pussy down itโfuck, he doesnโt know whatโs innocent or not. Right now your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was trying not to pass out.
Pretty brown eyes scrunching closed at the cleeeench of your soft, sensual pussy- you were so sweet around him that it felt as if you were about to melt. Velvety and slippery.ย
The winding zig-zags of his veins rubbinโ against your sides.
Youโre letting off a sudden squelch! as you swallow up yet another inch of him - and Ino has to bite down on his lips to keep himself from whimpering. Fucking whimperingโโE-easy there, sweetness.โ Heโs grabbing onto either side of your waist, with the brilliant idea to control those sloppy bounces of yours- but instead heโs ending up merelyโฆholding onto you for dear life.ย
His limbs were weak nโ boneless.
His body was putty in your hands.
He was arching his hips ooooooff of the rickety single-bed- and he doesnโt have to even think before doing it. Body moving on pure instinct. Bulging tip yearning to hit your cervixโโKeep going like this nโ mโgonna cum alreadyโฆโ
โAwww, you poor boy.โ Youโre tittering- and shit, he knows it might be a little lecherously amusing to you. But does it really warrant enough for you to lean over and push his thick-framed glasses up his nosebridge? He swears he sees heaven itself. โSpider-Man can fight crime- but canโt handle a pussy?โ
โI canโt handle your pussy.โ Ino bites back, a blush upon his cheeks. โN-not that I ever have beforeโฆโ
โThen maybe I should be deemed the strongest in the neighborhood, huh?โ You hum.
โY-you wishโฆโ Heโs bucking up into you at a frenzied pace- not even full thrusts. Mere, milking half-thrusts that have his precum pouring out in bucketloadsโhis balls were so heavy that they almost hurt.
โOh yeah?โ And you could feel the twitchinโ of his scouring tip with each one of your sentences - your syllables. Ino was growing only harder and harder at your egging on- โYouโre stronger than me, baby?โ
He stammers, โW-wellโฆโ
โThink you can take me down like you take down all those bad guys, baby?โ Cooing- and that tone. Fuck, that toneโฆit left his flared, reddened tip scraping your insides at an even faster pace. โThink Spider-Manโs gonna win again?โ
Ino shivers as you lean down to press your naked chest against his toned one, โYesโฆI canโโ And then youโre gripping at once of his biceps for balance, โI can-โ
All for you to press a pretty peck on the side of his face- and then drag your tongue across where the attractive man was tearing up at the mere feeling of your pussy. So soft and hot. Sucking him up until he was seeing stars- โThen prove it, Takuโโ
And it all happens in a split-second.
You donโt even realize it.
One second, youโre staring down at your boyfriend - with his chestnut hair splayed out upon the pillow like a halo, with a faint blush breezing across every inch of him (yes, every inch), with his entire body shaking nโ shivering underneath you. He seemed just so delicate.
Gone on your pussy.
Exceptโฆexcept for that little fire in his eyes that clued you in on something dark.
And the next second- youโre the one staring up at the ceiling. And right into Ino Takumaโs glazed, glittering peripherals.ย
He was stimulated on your pussy until tears.
There was something stoic in him, however, as he reaches his right hand up somewhere above you. And you hear it before you see it- the splat! of something wet and clingy sticking onto your wrists. Theyโre both pushed against the headboard by the sheer force ofโฆwhatever that was.
And only when you go to pull away do you realizeโoh fuck.
You were stuck.
Youโre jerking your head up to glimpse at the pattern of white webs that restrain either hand against the sides of your headboard. Trapped.
And youโre peering up at Ino with a sheepish smile- โBaby?โ
He pushes up his thick glasses, โDonโt โbabyโ meโโ And his ruddied tip finds its way between your pussylips in a split-second, jerkinโ in and out at a dizzying rate. Until his furious length was nearly nothing but a blur between your legs. โYou wanted this- fuck, youโre gonna get it.โ
โYes-โ Youโre being manhandled back and forth- unable to do anything. Unable to even hold onto Inoโs locks of sweaty hair for balance, โYes, yes, yesโplease.โ
โAnd youโre gonna fucking- hah, take as much as youโre given.โ Ino emphasizes his point by slowing down, giving you loooong and luxurious licks of his puckered crown. โOnly as much as youโre given- any complaint for more nโ Iโm webbing that pretty mouth up, sweetness.โ
โOh, anything for you.โ Fluttering your lashes up at him. It was just so cute how that made Ino immediately break out into a smile, โBut what if I want you to cum inside m-โ
โGod- fuck.โ And his wrist twitches as though heโs just about to make good on his promise. โDonโt even fuckingโฆโ
That aching cock of his just canโt stop pumping in and out, in and out, in and ouuuuuut.
And before he even knows it, heโs plunging straight into his high- deep and hot inside of you. โThermodynamicsโโ And youโre almost sure you didnโt hear him right - spit-slicked lips repeating away as he pumped his hot wads into you - โPolarization functions.โ His sweat-matted head dips into the crook of your neck, and heโs pinpointing each single orifice inside you with a dollop of his seed. โOrbitals- fuck, I love orbitals.โ
Pouring and pouring out so much of his voluminous cum that it practically overflows.
โW-wait, why are you reciting formulae now, Taku?โ Youโre breathing out with the last inkling of your rationality, โYouโve already cum-โ
โTo stop me from losing my fucking mind, pretty.โ
And he sounded damn serious.
Damn ruined.
Eyes wide. Voice pitched.
Thereโs nothing more for him to do but ruggedly hit his cock into every one of your delicate spots now- feeling those tender bundles of nerves with his tip. He slide-slide-sliiiiides down those particular areasโfucking and fucking and fucking you until youโre bursting into your wave of bliss.
โAnd donโt think weโre done yet, sweetness- maybe next we could get some use out of my cameraโฆโ
Youโre not making it out of this alive.
Because it turns out that not only does Ino gain superpowers as Spider-Man, but heโs also earning extraโฆstamina. And he lasts until dawn breaks, he lasts until his fucking bed breaks- you have to tap out before you think he might just break you, too.
Wobbling your way downstairs- you can only clamor onto the walls and furniture for help. โIโm banning you from sex for a month-โ
โA month?โ Ino gasps, โI only just had my first time-โ
โTwo months.โ
โSweetness, just let me help you walk-โ
You grumble, โForever.โ
And as Ino howls about how utterly unfair it was- and how you had actually been the one to start him up on his superpowersโyouโre stumbling acrossโฆa figure in the kitchen. Hunched over the island. Coffee in hand.
Itโs just then that you remember that Ino Takuma didnโt live alone- no. He lived with his uncle who was supposed to be away on a professorโs retreat tonight.
But it seemsโฆ
โTaku-โ You elbow your ranting boyfriend, who still hadnโt looked up from his hands. He continues. โTaku-โ
โI can handle a villain, but I canโt handle a damn se-โ
โTaku.โ
Itโs only then that Ino looks up from his tear-stained (honestly, heโs so dramatic for the hell of it) palms and sees his uncle. Masamichi Yaga looked as though he was about to burst a blood vessel.
Honestly, in all the semesters that youโve seen the deadpan professor- you donโt think you remember a time when he didnโt look as though his students were bringing him to the precipice of an aneurysm.ย
โH-hello, sir.โ Youโre the first one to speak, after far too long a silence from your boyfriend - guess Spider-Man has two weaknesses, huh? Yaga nods graciously at you in response, before fixating his eyes on his nephew once more.
โUncle Yagaโโ Ino jolts with yet another elbow at his side. โI didnโt know you were coming today.โ
Yagaโs โWorldโs #1 Uncleโ cup chips in his hand.
โก GOJO SATORU - Goonology.
โโand in this one heโs Frankenstein with a huuuuuge dick- heh.โ Gojo titters as he pushes his glasses up, having slid down his face in excitement. He gestures to another file on-screen, โAnd in this one, theyโre clan leaders that have to fuck for an heir. And in this one, heโs a rose toy that turns into a real man and she reeeeally likes that. And in this one, itโs an omegaverse- do you know what an omegaverse is? So basically itโs like those alpha wolf memes but with-โ
โUh-huh.โ Nodding absent-mindedly - honestly, youโve been doing it for so long by this point that itโs likely become a permanent fixture of your demeanour.
Perhaps youโll go nodding away for the rest of your life.
Perhaps youโll only nod when you think of Gojo Satoru, and the absolutely massive (concerning) hentai collection he was showing you. Files upon files all meticulously organized and named, with a spreadsheet to follow rating them on the basis of goon-ability.
Youโre not sure how you got here, to be honest.
Youโd become friends with the nerdy boy at the start of Professor Yagaโs physics course, assuming him to be one of your fellow intellectuals. And what youโd found out was thatโฆGojo Satoru is an intellectual (there was no denying that, he was the brightest amongst the department with a suspected job offer from JAXA straight out of universityโeven Yaga himself couldnโt deny it no matter how much the white-haired boy got on his nerves), but that he was also the ultimateโฆgooner.
The realization didnโt come instantly, of course.
Itโd started off with long study nights and mornings spent early in the library, poring over thick physics books with Gojo. Then that acquaintanceship had turned into a friendship. Which resulted in nights dragging Gojo to bars and parties, and helping the nerdy boy cut loose.
And then an even deeper friendshipโ
After which a few too many Jรคgerbombs (one, actually, he was a lightweight) ended up with Gojo confessing to you that he was a virgin. Youโd guessed as much, to be quite honest.
But then heโd confessed to you that heโd never even had his first kiss before- hell, heโd never even held hands with an in-real-life woman before. And itโs that last comment that got youโwhat the hell did he mean by an โin-real-lifeโ woman?ย
And Gojo Satoru had been more than happy to confess to you that although he mightโve never had contact with a woman in real life - you yourself were a miracle, and the first friend heโd had inโฆforever - heโd gotten into far too many bases in his virtual world.ย
His video games. His manga. His body pillows. His hentai.
Anything and everything that had your jaw dropped in this cozy bar the two of you were at. Eventually, youโd both ended up getting kicked out once Gojo had (far too loudly) talked to you about his collection of personalized ahegao hoodies. And โwould you like any recs?โ
What the fuckโฆ?
Youโd gone home to sleep it off that night- but you couldnโt help yourself. Call it morbid curiosity, call it some part of you being a masochistโbut you just had to call Gojo up the next day and tell him-
Yes, I would like someโฆrecs. To know what he was into, if anything.
Totally nothing to do with the fact that you were maybe-kinda-sorta nursing a massive crush on the pretty, perfect (other thanโฆperhaps this) white-haired nerd. His blue eyes. His shyness. Those dimples at the edge of his smile. Ohโฆand perhaps you had to know whether he was actually crazy or not, alright?!
And thus, here you were.
Doing your very best to ignore the body pillow that was splayed out upon his bed, with an original character of his own that looked suspiciously likeโฆ
โMe?โ Youโre blurting out without meaning to.
And Gojo glances over at you in response- fixing those cutely thick glasses of his. โYes?โ
โWhy do they allโฆโ Come to think of itโฆyouโre taking a closer look at his glaring computer screen. And the expression of glee upon Gojoโs face at your sudden interest quickly morphs into one of absolute horror at the analytical look in your eyes.
He darts forward to cover his screen. โWait-โ
โThey all look like me.โ Snatching the computer mouse from his hand, youโre scrolling through the numerous MP4 files. Rows upon rows. Thumbnail upon thumbnail. Each one gave you a brief flash of an animated woman that looked like you, coupled up and being absolutely pummeled by a man withโฆblue eyes. Rows upon rows. โSatoruโฆโ
And youโre looking at him in silence. Heโs silent back.
โDo you like-โ
โYes.โ Adrenaline runs through your body.ย
And now he looked a bit more like the shy, bookish man that he usually was. Fiddling with the hem of his Digimon t-shirt, that aroused blush upon his face getting replaced by something a bit more innocent.
And by looking at his slender, pretty hands- youโre accidentally sneaking a look at the bulge in his pants. โAnd do youโฆโ At his questioning gaze, you gesture at his crotch.
โY-yes.โ He admits.
Your eyes widen, โEvenโโ Looking at the body pillow on the bed.
He huffs and tugs down the hemline of his t-shirt to cover his erection. โYes.โ
And as the silence grows longer, Gojo fidgets more upon his squeaky chair. Restless. Ravenous butโฆhe couldnโt quite browse through his collection with you in here, could he?
Before finally you say-
โAnd what about the real one?โ
.
.
.
โOh fuckโngh~โ Gojoโs gaze was wide and dilated- the blackness of his pupils almost entirely engulfing his irises. There was a slight glowing glaze on top of his eyes, as though he was drunk - and the way heโs babblinโ away certainly didnโt help his case. โOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckโโ
The very crown of his tip was tremblinโ nearly as much as his tone was- and the nerdy man pushes his hips up into yours like an animal.
Claiming the tiniest of orifices inside you as though heโs running out of time.
Splashing around his glittery white cum- because of course heโd ended up cumming just as soon as heโd put it in.ย
Stirring around his thiiiick cock until a ring of white forms at your entrance. โOh fuck, it fuh-feelsโโ Cute pink lips tremoring. Heโs fluttering those long lashes up at you, from where you were straddling his cushioned chair. โIt feels so- ngh- much better than it looked in the hentai, sweetheart.โ
โOh yeah?โ You titter to yourself. And itโs an action that makes the nerdy man pout, โThat good?โ
โYesโโ Gojoโs mouth drops, as though he genuinely couldnโt believe that you were asking him this - as though he genuinely couldnโt believe that such a question like this existed. And with his back arching off of the chair slightly, he ruts up into you- again and again. With no rhythm nor rhyme other than the urge to absolutely pound-pound-pound his hot, needy cock into your perfect pussy. โYes- why the fuck wouldnโt it feel good? Do you know how fucking good you feel?โ
And then you clench and itโs enough to send him throwing his back through tears-
โIt should be fucking illegal for your pussy to feel this good.โ
He sounded dead-serious - and you almost found it cute just how pussydrunk Gojo had gotten after only a few vicious strokes. โI dunnoโฆyou had ah- omegaverse and all in your hentai, Toru.โ
โMy hentai had omegaverse, but I have youโฆโ Heโs blubbering out. And it wouldโve been the most romantic things heโs saidโฆperhaps, had it not been for what he says next. โAnd y-you even feel better than my PocketPussy3000โฆโ
Arching one of your brows, โI donโt think I want to know what that isโoh, fuck.โ
He gives a sudden swipe, dragging that metallic sensation across every one of your hidden sweet spots.
Oh, how could you have forgotten to mention?
Gojo Satoru - nerd galore, the most inexperienced man youโve ever met - has a fucking Jacobโs Ladder piercing. A line of ruthless metal barbells that pierced his lengthy shaft, that stuck out lewdly - creating a texture that made your eyes absolutely roooooll to the back of your skull.
Their delicate orbs were rubbinโ coldly against your walls, were molding his interesting shape against your channel. And you find yourself speeding up your bounces just to feel his sensual piercings.ย
Just to feel the rub-a-dub of them pushing apart your snug cunt- clinging onto any tiny crevice.
Gojoโs giving an inexperienced slam against the back of your womb and you cry outโโShit, how can it feel so good-โ Holding onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself from falling off of his lap, โYouโre really a virgin, arenโt you?โ
He pushes his glasses up smugly. โThat, I am.โ Feeling more confident now, heโs grabbing onto either side of your hips- if this was one of his hentai, then heโd probably use his alpha powers to induce you into heat. Then probably pound you with his cum until youโre bloatedโฆthat last one, he could still do. He gives you a few rough thrusts, โAnd because Iโve got the power of gooning and hentai on my side-โ
โOkay, I wouldnโt go that far-โ
โWhy not?โ There was that smug bastard you knew and loved in class- so sure he was right. Gojo cocks his head defiantly to the side, sure he had you wrapped around his finger. Cock, more like.
But just then youโre clenchinโ your fluttering cunt around his cockโmaking the overconfident nerd stutter, making him blush, making him jerk his hips up into yours and splat! out another wad of cum. Adding onto the puddled mess upon your cervix, slick and heavy with syrup. โWhat was that, Toru?โ
Youโre keeping him absolutely hostage.
And it felt so good for you, too, with the nooks and ridges of his Jacobโs Ladder driving you absolutely wiiiiiild. Especially the orbs at the end of his barbells that slipped easily into your walls.
Again.
And again.
And again-
Heโs staring up at you through his lashes, words sputtering. โI-I meant-โ
โHm?โ Yet another clench- a mere clench. And that round, reddened tip of Gojoโs ends up swervinโ straight against the door to your wombโthe nerdโs mouth waters as he thinks of all the possibilitiesโฆ
โI just meant that mโthankful, sweetheart.โ Gojoโs crooning up at you. He loops his arms around your papping! waist and brings you deeper against his toned chest, probinโ your spots even deeper. โIโm so thankful to get to- hck! fuck a pussy like this- so, so thankfulโฆโ
โMhmmm?โ
โThereโs a reason I cried a little when I first put it in, yโknow? A loser like me could never have even imagined- fuck.โ Answering, he keeps on drilling his hips up into you - sloppily. Semi-thrusts that leave your entire body on edge from how fast nโ frenzied they were becoming. โAnd no hentai nor manga nor bodypillow in the world could ever compare to youโโย
โFuck-โ You whisper. It was only making his mazing tip, his massaging piercings, do their magic even harder inside your slippery channel.
And Gojo whispers - mostly to himself. โI got those just because they looked like you, anywaysโฆโ
But youโre hearing him perfectly.
And it takes only a few more swerves nโ grinds of your hips to draaaaag yet another orgasm out of Gojo Satoruโyouโve lost count which one it was for the night. But itโs enough that your walls feel slightly inflated with the sheer volume of seed pumped into you, the clingy wads nโ webs stuffing you so full.
Part of it sprays between your legs and glues the backs of your thighs to his waistline.ย
And youโre only tightening them โround him deeper- ready to ride him maddeningly through another burst of euphoria.
But the surprise comes when Gojo pushes his foggy glasses up in determination - it comes when he peeks down at your pussy through his sweaty bangs. Pinkish tongue sticking between his teeth, the nerdy man locates your neglected clit in a few seconds and starts rollinโ over it with his thumb like a machine.ย
He wasnโt quite sure what to do - but he knew from those sultry mewls leaving you that it felt good. And so heโs alternating between slow hearts nโ rapid stripes drawn down your puffy nub.
Every drag of his digit sending sparks to your brain. Overheated.
โShit-โ Youโre somehow managing to choke out. And it takes only one-two-three more twists nโ turns of his wrist to get you to start trembling. โShit, shitโToru. That feels so-โ
To get you to cum.
And so you do-exceptโฆyou werenโt just cumming.
You were squirtingโglittering, hot splashes of sap escaping between your pussylips. They splatter all over Gojoโs slender waist, drenching him all the way down to his chair- and he doesnโt care.ย
Fuck, heโs having the girl of his dreams soak his cock with her pussyโand you think heโd care about something like that?
Barely paying attention to his own orgasm, Gojo balances you on top of him nโ drags you through your high. Such strong, sudden zaps of bliss going from his roverinโ tip and straight up to your muddled mindโjust a few hungry hammers, and youโre already babbling with pleasure. The knobs of his Jacobโs Ladder massaging your sweetest spots, only elongating that wave of euphoria even further.
It shatters through your body until youโre a mess.
Youโre dripping between your legs- and from your eyes. Sobbing into Gojoโs shoulder, โSa-Satoru, that feels so goodโfuck, that felt so good.โ Perking your hips up nโ down his swollen shaftโeven the area โround his pelvis was reddening with impact. โYou did good, baby.โ
โI d-did?โ Gojo asks.
And you can only nod. โYou have to delete that insane collection of yours, though.โ
โW-well of course, I willโฆโ He smugly pushes his glasses further up his nosebridge- and the sudden improved vision lets him see the dark patch youโd squirted all over his favorite Digimon t-shirt.ย
And Gojo canโt help himself from tugging up that hemline and fucking sniffing your sweet, sweet juices-
โNow how about I introduce you to my PocketPussy3000โฆthat I named after you?โ
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Professor Yaga is just about reconsidering his resignation plans- itโs been a while without anyโฆincident involving his students pushing him to the verge of an aneurysm, he hasnโt had any problems with grading, he hasnโt had any problems with the other staff.
Overall, life has been good.
The problem comes when Gojo Satoru comes to class looking as though heโd come to the very same conclusion.
That morning, he decides that the bespectacled man - his star student in Physics class - looks blissed outโฆtoo blissed out. His skin was glowing. His eyes seemed sparklier than ever. He was practically hovering into class.
And Yagaโs eternal conundrum is put to rest when you walk in right after, looking (perhaps not as dramatic) equally happy.
Ahโฆhe connects the dots. And he catches the way the two of you look at each other as though you wished the rest of the class didnโt exist-
Yaga shudders. He reconsiders reconsidering his resignation plans.
He splits the two of you up during seating.
Gojoโs loud cries sound like music to his ears.
โก HIGURUMA HIROMI - Mr. Mr.
โFuckโฆโ Higuruma Hiromi finds his head pressed against the polished mahogany of his desk yet again, breathing out his woes into it as though it could hear him.
It always was his most avid listener, these days.
He ignores the newest paper thatโd landed on his desk - Higuruma wasnโt above taking cases that interested him anymore. But then again, most cases required attentionโand that was exactly what he was lacking right now. These days.
And who else was to blame for such a transgression by Tokyoโs best law professor but you?ย
You. You. You. You.
Ever since youโd walked into his lecture hall at the start of semester- your pencil skirt sharp, your mouth even sharper. Higuruma would be lying if he said he wasnโt drawn in by the sheer breadth of your knowledgeโeven to a man like him who lived and breathed law itself.
He was stunned.
And you were stunning.
Both in your beauty and your brains- and everything else in-between that Higuruma Hiromi just couldnโt stop fucking thinking about-
It was driving him crazy.
He thinks he might be going crazy.
He canโt spend a single class without his eyes drifting towards youโas though drawn in by magnets, even though he didnโt really have a point to emphasize nor any question to ask. He canโt grade your papers without fearing that he might just subconsciously slip in an extra point or two - not because you need it, but because heโs a weak man. Heโs a weak, weak man.ย
And Higuruma always ends up loaning off your papers to some other attorney friend of his - it always does make him breathe easier when he finds out that youโre always given top marks regardless.
Even the clock has found itself inutile ever since your entrance into his lifeโno longer is it a device to display time, but rather a countdown for when he might see you next.
The next class. The next orchestrated bump in the hallways.ย
The next time he sees your beautiful, beautiful smile.
If Higuruma isnโt in class with you, heโs spending his time counting down the hours until he does. And thatโs what he was doing at this very momentโthatโs what he was attempting to stop right now.
โI must have gone mad.โ He runs a hand through his thick, black hair - usually parted to perfection, but it usually seems to unravel whenever he thinks of you. As does every other part of him. And Higuruma whispers his confession into the late hours- with no one in the vicinity right now.
Class had just ended, and he was still reeling from the vision of you in that short, short skirt. So shortโฆ
Higurumaโs breath hitches at the mere memory of it, like a dying man. Heโs always been the type of man to prioritize his career - and that means heโs never quiteโฆfelt anything like this before. Heโs never quite looked out of his books long enough to take interest. Perhaps heโs been in a maddened hazeโโThat must be it.โ He declares, โI really must have gone mad-โ
He stands abruptly. Slightly teetering.
โBecause I canโtโโ You were a university student. You were a decade his junior. You were the beautiful face he got to see everyday- and yet, he wasnโt supposed to notice just how beautiful you were. โItโs not right. It shouldnโt be done. I really canโt-โ
โProfessor?โ
โMy law student of all things-โ
โProfessor?โ
โAnd yet- fuck, Iโve never wanted anyone so desperately-โ
โProfessor.โ
Higuruma feels his blood grow cold. Without a speck of sense in him, still, heโs whirling around to face you - heโd recognize your voice above thousands.
You were standing at the edge of the doorway, tip-toeing slightly inside as though unsure whether you should interrupt. One of your hands rest at your chest to feel your beating heartโand the other one slowly but surely closes the lecture hall door behind you.
โI came here to get a bag Iโd left behindโฆโ Youโre starting off- and to Higuruma this doesnโt feel real. Heโs falling into his chairโโBut maybe Iโve left something a little more ah- important.โ
And that smile of yours definitely doesnโt feel real.
โI-I beg of you to reconsider.โ He starts off, nervously fiddling with his glasses frames.
โMotion denied.โ You smile, stepping closer. And the way youโre looking at himโfuck, he feels his cock start to throb already.
โIโm much older than you, my angel.โ Higuruma attempts to reason - but the thing is, he isnโt sure whether heโs attempting to reason with you or himself. Because you certainly had an air of finality about you- โAnd Iโm your professor.โย He gulps. He has his books in his office- so, so many books. And yet, none that would help him find the words for right now. โNot to mention, there are so many other eligible bachelors who would be a better f-โ
โDismissal with prejudice.โ You hum. Examining the older professor before youโdark circles, beautifully tragic, such a bookish air about him. โAnything else?โ
He pushes his stern glasses up his nosebridge. โNoโฆsentence accepted, Your Honor.โ
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And itโs not too long before youโre finding yourself spread flat across Higurumaโs desk - all polished, poised, formal. Not a speck of dirt or document out of lineโexcept for the fact that you had your back against it and was currently being fucked dizzy on Higurumaโs fat, throbbing cock.
Throwing both legs on top of his shoulders. Pinning you down with a hand at your throat.ย
He was giving you all that you were going to get- and all that you were getting were looooong swipes of his bulging tip. In and out. In and out.
Plummeting between your pussylips nโ tickling the deepest spots in the back of your pussy. The deepestโHiguruma makes you taste his rotund circumference at your throat, before heโs dragging his sloppy cock back out and repeating it all over again.
Reddened tip to the tiny curls at the base of his cock- and luckily for you, this was everything youโd been wanting since the second you walked through those hall doors.
Ever since youโd seen your hot, nerdy law professor.ย
Higuruma pushes his thin-rimmed glasses up his nose, and youโre gulping at just how handsome he looks. A thin line of sweat tricklinโ down the side of his temple- โShit-โ Heโs hissing between clenched teeth, voice higher as though he still couldnโt believe that this was real life. โShit, youโre taking me so well.โ
โA-anything for youโโ Youโre gasping out. His thrusts are hard enough that you swear you could feel him empty out his pre all the way in the back of your throat- and you swear you could taste it, too. That salted caramel flavor that clogged up your tastebudsโ
โFor me, huh?โ Higurumaโs handsome nose crinkles, and he slams a set of his fingers down upon your clit. โTeacherโs pet.โ
Youโre whining at the stars that makes you see. โYou have no idea.โ It was only in the slight reprieves between his thrusts - when heโd pull back from your cervix and relieve the pressure on your womb - that you could manage to even speak. โYou have no idea how fuck- how long Iโve wanted to fuck you.โ
โThat long, huh?โ His dark eyes widen.
โSo long.โ And youโre not even sure why youโre being so honest - but you suspect it has something to do with just how stupid heโs making you with his textured length. Those zig-zagging veins and ridges upon his swollen cockโfuck. โYou have no idea how many nights I spent- ngh, poring over textbooks. Just to memorize things nโ impress you.โ
His achingly-hard cock grows even plumper inside of you. โYou d-did that for me?โ
โI wanted you to be proud of meโโ Youโre almost sheepishly admitting to him. You dare to hide your face behind your hands- but Higuruma stops you then and there to take in your full expression. โ-sir.โ
And that almost makes the stoic manโฆpause.
It almost makes his lungs heave out.
It almost makes his glasses slide completely off of his nose-
Something in him just snaps - perhaps his sanity, his restraint, his hips slamming into yours until your very mind jolts. Fuckโฆ
And Higuruma has to stare at you - whilst his cock still shovels in at a rapid pace - for a few seconds just to register. He has to throw his head backโโFuck. Substantive and procedural law, right and duties- liabilities.โ Such an odd slew of words and concepts from your syllabus leave him, growing even more feverish the more fervent hush hips become. โTheory of legal positivismโโ
โWhat are youโฆโ You donโt even have the words to describe it.
But Higuruma looks down at you with such dark, depraved eyes - a slight glaze atop them that made you realize he was completely and utterly pussydrunk. โThatโs to distract myself, angel.โ
โOhโfuck.โ
And before you know it, heโs scooping your lower half even further into his body and bending deeper down. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Higuruma folds you until the cheeks of your ass arenโt even touching the polished wood of his desk, and his cock reaches in so deep that it makes your pupils cross-
โAnd thatโs to remind you that big girls never hafta bow down- not to anyone.โ A line of drool travels slowly down the side of his mouth - he kisses you. โSo how about itโโ
โYou want me to call you-โ
โIโll be calling you-โ He starts off. โ-something very fitting, Your Honor.โ
You shiver.
And he basks in his own glee - what else for his star student?
Higurumaโs poundinโ away at the gooey back of your pussy- all the way until it feels as though he wants to fuck you through his damn office desk.ย
And youโre sure by now that a print in the shape of your two bodies has formulated on top of the varnished mahoganyโand knowing Higuruma, heโd likely just admire it all day. And as if he was trying to make this dream a reality, his bludgeoning pace increases until that gluttonous cock of his was nothing more than a dark pinkish blur between your pussylips.
Thrashing and swiping.
Locating your sweetest spots.
Higuruma draws a particularly good stripe down your puckered g-spot and you moan- โPlease- mโso close, sโโ
โWhat was that?โ He cuts through. Stern.ย
You didnโt think youโd get anything past him, did you? There was a reason he was so damn famed in the courts of Tokyo.
Higurumaโs sharp eyes glint. Through slower, sensual draaaaags of his cock he asks- โWhat- was- thatโโ
โNothing-โ
โI believe there may be inaccuracies in that statement.โ He hums. Thickened shaft plummeting once more to your wombโthud-thud-thudding. โTry again.โ
โYou mustโve heard me-โ
โHearsay.โ
โI called you-โ Ultimately, youโre left to cry out. Nothing left but to have Higurumaโs hazy peripherals staring intensely down at you, and his cock twitchinโ as he pumps you through your orgasm. โโฆsir.โ
And he reels back in delight at having won.
Your body trembling. Your eyes welling up with tears.
It was such a startling wave of bliss- one that almost made it hard for his fattened cock to fuck deep into you - not with your walls clinging onto him like that. And he has to fight to keep himself from cumming right now, just wanting to let you bask in the simmering pleasure first.
Just ramminโ a bruise of his cockhead against your cervix. Again. And again.
Though his steamrollinโ cock fucks you through peak after peak, Higurumaโs smile stays as mean and merciless as ever. Tutting, โSomeone deserves some punishment, sugar.โ
Youโre still shivering from the force of your euphoria- โR-request for a fast trial?โ
Wordlessly, Higuruma then reaches somewhere behind youโand you donโt have to turn your head to know what it is. Because soon enough, heโs bringing his shiny gavel to your line of vision- and dragging the honed tip of it straight between your legs.
โMy conditions are that you cum with just this-โ
โAnd my punishment if I canโt?โ You breathe.
That perfectly poised wooden tip is just starting to inch inside and graaaaaze down your tight walls.
Higuruma gruffs, โThen I sentence you to ride my face until you squirt.โย
He smiles.
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โHiromiโโ Masamichi Yagaโs drawling tone echoes down the empty corridor- itโs been just a few hours since heโd last been in the Law Department. Not one of his usual haunts (and he was almost glad for it, law students just seemed so much moreโฆintense), he felt awkward waddling down the barren place.
It was long after classes had ended, though it was a sure shot that Higuruma would be in his office.
If not for the littleโฆtask heโd sent his friendโthen because of his workaholic nature. Yaga was sure that his friend would have that little letter typed out for him by now, Yaga was sure that by tomorrow he could walk up to the Dean and let them know that he was resigning. Officially.
And with such a formal letter to boot- his pension was going to be luxury!
He was sure of itโฆ
So tell him why heโs wandering right up to Higurumaโs door and hearing the strangestโฆgroaning noises from inside. Worried that perhaps his friend might have gotten into some trouble with his health, Yagaโs hands twist upon the door handle- one that wouldโve been less easy to open than a safe.
It was firmly locked.
โWhat theโฆโ His brows raise well above his shades, and Yaga canโt help himself- he really canโt. He was acting under the presumption that his close friend might have been hurtโalright! The older man leans down to the keyhole on the door andโฆpeers inwards.
He knew that Higuruma was never the type to keep a key in a door- he preferred deadbolts and such. But oh, how Yaga was wishing it was the opposite as he snatches a glimpse.
And what he sees is his best friend- not suffering from any health complications or injuries as he could see. Instead, Higuruma seemed as healthy as ever as he arched you deeper into his front and fucked you - you - in a way that made Yaga blush.
Heโs shooting upright as if burned.
Speedwalking down the corridorโfuck the letter, fuck the Law Department, fuck everyone around him.
Yaga was never resigning.
A/N. Got a littleโฆcarried away with this one whoops-
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