#freaky

Clare Victor Dwiggins, 1908

nerd!gojo who sits right behind your seat in class, it sometimes feels like he’s breathing down your neck, peering over your shoulder and straight down the front of your shirt, trying to get a glimpse of your cleavage or edge of your bra. (It’s not like you wear off the shoulder or low cut shirts on purpose, you just look good in them!)

But every time you try to catch him in the act, he’s leaning back in his seat, carefully taking notes or drawing Digimon stuff…. Almost like it really is you imagination. Nobody else has called him out on doing something like that too so… definitely your imagination.

Though there was this one time someone saw him jerking off in the back row in some boring class, but that’s just a rumour. Right?

nerd!gojo who has stalked your whole social media, he has made about 20 tributes (ifykyk) to pictures or videos of your pretty face. But that doesn’t feel like enough to him. When you’re minding your business, maybe bending over to pick something up, tying your shoe, on your tippy toes to get a book from a high shelf in the library. Even hugging a friend or laughing at a joke.

He has pictures of all of that. He’s not a stalker, I think. But he gets off to it soooo bad. He sits in a bathroom stall, a hand covering his mouth, his phone on his thigh with a picture of your ass in a pretty skirt, bent over, his other gripping and tugging at his painfully erect cock. And then goes back to a lecture as if nothing had happened.

nerd!gojo who you had to work together on a project with. Actually, since he was so smart, it was really easy to do the work. He didn’t slack off, and acted normal around you.

At the start.

The second time you met up to do the work in a café, it was a slow day, so nobody was really in the café besides you both, a barista and some locked in business major guy. He sat across from you, sipping some sugary dubai chocolate labubu milk tea while typing away on his laptop. You were on your own computer, making the presentation slides.

It was subtle, you mistook it for an accident. His sneaker brushing against yours. Then again. And again. And again. After the fourth time you lifted your eyes, giving him a curious look.

He just gave you a shy, goofy grin. And slid his leg up, brushing up against your ankle, you could feel his knee knocking against yours underneath the small table.

nerd!gojo who got only bolder the more you spent time with. You had only a few days left till the presentation was supposed to be done, he had come over to your dorm to finish things up. You were digging trough your bag for some notes. Meanwhile he was busy exploring your bedroom with his eyes.

After a few hours you had to go to the bathroom, you told him not to do anything weird while you were gone.

That was futile.

While you were gone, he acted fast, digging trough your clothes, your dirty laundry, until he struck gold.

Maybe 6 minutes passed and you had come back to your dorm.

He was too far gone, a pair of panties up in his face, drool almost dripping from the corner of his mouth, standing in the middle of the dorm, sweatpants dropped down to his knees, boxers there too. His glasses askew, fisting his dripping cock together with some other pair of lacy panties.

You walked in, shutting the door behind you, looking at him with a shocked expression, lips parting. “What the fuck-”  Your cheeks got red, it felt like a fire started to burn in your tummy, spreading in all directions, up all the way to your chest and down between your legs.

But he didn't stop, his bright blue eyes locking in with yours, a soft whimper leaving his lips, and then your name, and he almost snapped back to reality but the pleasure of you now seeing him do something like this made his knees buckle.

"S...sorry... it just smells like you and i... shit... will you help me?"

nerd!gojo who was asking you to HELP him??

you who were about to make a decision.

1.Do you tell him to fuck off and leave?

2. help him out?

3. Lock in and do the project, as if what was happening, wasn't?

Yoon's notes: Me personally, i wouldn't leave my boy hanging. 2. Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot ! HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!! art: k4enyu

quiet. composed. polite to a fault. the kind of man who holds the door open for strangers and tips too well. the kind of man who never interrupts, never forgets birthdays, never texts past ten unless it’s an emergency.

you thought you knew what kind of lover he’d be. careful. respectful. maybe even a little restrained.

you were so wrong.

because nanami kento is the definition of “gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets.” not the loud kind. not the messy, aggressive kind. he doesn’t degrade. doesn’t spit unless you ask. doesn’t choke unless you beg. and even then, he makes you say please.

but he knows how to ruin you. with quiet control. with devastating precision.

he learns you like a language. reads you like scripture. he notices the smallest things. the shift in your breathing when his hand rests on your thigh, the way your hips tilt slightly when you want more. he catalogs it all. stores it away. and when you’re under him, you feel it. every inch of that studied, focused attention.

Mention of sex, dih, eating pussy , suggestive content.

Pairing idol!hyung line x freaky reader

Summery: they are on tour and you decides to tease them with freaky pictures and they can’t wait to get their hands on you

Note: I don’t proof read anything so pls understand.

Now playing Seven (ft latto) explicit version by JUNGKOOK (ayyy my man 🤤)

Maknae version here

A/n: I really kept it very simple 💔 lemme if u want a better version or the maknae version.

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