麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Needy for you Dick Grayson x fem!reader

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

You walk into the kitchen and you’re greeted by dicks back, he’s hunched over the counter going over notes from work.

“Should we make dinner or order out?” You walk over to his side and lay your chin on his shoulder

“Hm?” He looks up from his notes, his eyes meeting yours with a soft smile. “Let’s order out, baby. I’m not really in the mood to cook tonight.” He sets his papers aside and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

You smile and pull your phone from your pocket “what are we feeling? Italian, Korean, Chinese..?”

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand gently stroking your arm. "Korean sounds good to me. I'm in the mood for some bulgogi." He suggests, already knowing you love Korean food as much as he does. You nod and pick a place that’s closest so you both won’t have to wait to long. He presses another kiss to your forehead. "Good girl." He murmurs affectionately before carrying you to the couch so you can order more comfortably. He pulls you back against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you order the food. "Love you." He whispers in your ear.

“Love you too” you tilt your head up and signal for a kiss, he obliges and continues to kiss down your neck so you can finish with your phone. You finish after a few minutes and set your down on your lap. Dick keeps you tucked against him, not seeming to mind that you're using him as a body pillow. After a while you get bored of watching whatever’s on tv so you begin scrolling through your phone. Silently giggling to yourself.

“Baby?” He nips at your neck softly

“Yes love?” You tilt your head slightly giving him better access

"Do I get to keep you tonight?" He asks softly, his hands squeezing your hips gently as you sit on his lap. "You’ve been taking all these night missions and I’ve missed you so much." He groans softly as he continues kissing your neck.

“Unless something overly bad comes up you have me all night” you let out a soft moan as he continues to quietly kiss and nibble at you. “Love..” his hands slowly begin to slide up and down your sides. “Your gunna leave marks baby”

He smiles against your skin “that’s the point. I want people to know your mine.”

You chuckle softly at his possessiveness, his hands tightening on your hips. "I'm already yours, love." You assure him gently, tilting your head more to the side to give him better access. "You don't need to mark me up to prove that." Even though you secretly love it when he does. “If you insist though, could you do it a little lower?”

He pulls away teasingly “so you don’t want me to keep going?” He flashes a small fake pout and tilts his head slightly

You laugh softly, and catch his chin between your thumb and index finger to pull him back. "I didn't say that." You kissed him quickly before pulling back with a playful smirk. "Keep going if you want. I'm not stopping you." You lean your head back again invitingly. "Mark away baby." He moves from beside you and kneels on you. One leg between your thigh the other to the side and he continues and begins grind my hips to yours so slowly it’s almost unnoticeable. But you eventually catch on, your body responds instantly your muscles flexing and relaxing with each movement of his hips. You swallow hard, trying to maintain your playful demeanor. "Baby..." you warns softly.

“Hmm?” He hums softly on your neck before stopping all his movements “its instinct, sorry baby. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” You answer quickly, your hands immediately pulling him back against you. He smiles and returns to his movements. As he resumes his gentle kissing and grinding, you start to become more and more lost in the sensation. Your hips move in sync with his, the slow, almost unnoticeable grind becoming more intentional with each passing second. You bite your lip, trying to stay quiet and keep yourself under control. He moves slowly from the corner of your neck to the middle then down. You tilt your head back to give him better access. When he reach the hollow of your throat, you let out a soft, quiet moan and his hips buck up slightly against yours. "Fuck..." He breathes out softly. Your abdomen tightens as he moves slower down your core. Your breath hitches when he moves to the floor, kneeling in front of you, he looks up at you and smiles. Kissing up your thighs through your sweats as his fingers trace your folds through the fabric. “Fuck..”

“Hmm?” He hums and looks back up at you

“You look so hot down there in front of me” he smiles and continues to trace small circles against your folds

“I love when your like this. So needy for me” you lift your head up and back, pressing your hips more into his touch. He pulls your sweats off but leaves your underwear on. You grown at him leaving the thin material on, the black lace doing nothing to cover how wet you are. You watch him intently, your breath hitching as he continues to tease you with his kisses and licks, always avoiding your most sensitive areas. He slowly spreads your legs wider

"Baby, please..." you whine softly, your hips rolling slightly. Ge goes over every sensitive spot then kisses at your thighs, then your sensitive spots, then your thighs “please..”

“So needy and pretty for me”

“I am..” you admit softly, your cheeks flushing slightly as you watch him tease you mercilessly. "So fucking needy for you baby." You spread your legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of your dripping folds. "Please baby..." he slips a finger into your folds and teases you more. You throw your head back and jerk your hips slightly to try and get more friction “baby..” he hooks his finger into your waistband and rubs up your side

“Please?”

“Please” you nod and beg shamelessly and watch as he finally slides your underwear off. He hums against your opening and finally licks against your bare skin. Circling and pumping his fingers slowly. After a few seconds he kisses your thighs and continues to pump his fingers “baby” he smiles against your skin and returns with his tongue but then removes his fingers “baby your driving me insane please stop teasing me” he chuckles against you and you shiver violently, your eyes fluttering as you feel his breath. He continues his switching and teasing for some time. You groan loudly as he continues his tortures circles “I need..”

“You need?”

“Baby please I need you” he smiles and eats you out seriously, you reach down to grab at his hair your body finally relaxes, and he stops again “baby! Your horrible” he hums and uses his finger to circle your clit “I can’t take it anymore love” he continues to eat you out and when he goes to pull back again you squeeze your thighs against his head “please don’t, I need you so fucking bad baby” you look down at him with desperation, he looks up at you through his lashes and smiles against your skin before continuing. He keeps eye contact and keeps his movements painfully slow. Slow or not tho your body finally relaxes again feeling your release come closer and closer. Your thighs tighten around him and your whole body arches into him

“What do you say?”

“Please can I cum?” He picks up his speed and you release on his face, your hips finally falling. You lay there catching your breath when the doorbell rings. You try to sit up slowly but dick holds you down, his tongue continuing to circle you

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Just for me Monoma x fem!reader

He’s leaning against the kitchen counter watching you move around the room, arms crossed, head tilted with that irritatingly confident expression he perfected back at UA. His hair is slightly messy, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the lean strength he built during his hero career. “You know,” he says lazily, voice smooth with amusement, “you get nervous when I watch you like that.”

You pause mid-step. “I do not.”

“Mm.” His grin widens. “You absolutely do.”

You try to ignore him, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, but the sound of his footsteps behind you ruins any chance of pretending he isn’t there. He steps close, his chest pushing up against your back. His presence fills the space behind you, tall and warm and annoyingly confident. One hand plants on the counter beside you, boxing you in. The other lifts your skirt just enough to reveal your lace panties

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Soft spot Tsukishima x fem!reader (pt II)

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

You’d been watching Tsukishima Kei from the back row of your anthropology class for weeks tall, lean, sharp-jawed, perpetually annoyed… and somehow stupidly gorgeous for someone who barely spoke above a whisper and glared like it was a hobby. He was rude. He was quiet. But every time he pushed up his glasses with that bored expression, something in your brain betrayed you. You’d thought about asking him out way more than you’d like to admit. Tonight though, you finally do. You catch him by the vending machines, hands shoved in his pockets, headphones around his neck like he’d just taken them off. His eyes flick up, unimpressed. “What?”

You swallow. “I” you take a deep breath “ I wanted to know if you’d maybe want to go out sometime?”

Then he laughs. Not a small laugh a mean, disbelieving huff that stings your skin. “You’re kidding.”

Your face heats. “No! I’m not.” He tilts his head, staring at you like you’re a weird bug he can’t classify. You stand your ground anyway. “Just one date,” you add softly

He clicks his tongue. “Fine. One. If it’ll get you to stop.”

But you don’t stop. And he… doesn’t push you away. The first date goes suspiciously well, The second goes better. Next thing you both know one date turns to four, four turns to hanging out everyday, everyday turns to a month. By the fourth, he isn’t scowling anymore when he sees you he’s hiding a smile behind his drink, looking away like admitting he enjoys your company might kill him. After a month, he corners you outside your lecture hall, golden eyes sharp but weirdly soft.

“Go out with me.”

Your breath catches. “I thought we were already”

He cuts you off, stepping closer, voice barely above a whisper. “No I mean.” He pauses and bites his cheek “be my girlfriend”

Your heart jumps so violently it hurts,

He looks away immediately, ears red. “I don’t usually like anybody. I don’t get why it’s different with you.”

You kiss him for the first time that night slow, hesitant and he nearly loses his balance when you gently tug at his hoodie and pull him in deeper. It gets physical faster than either of you expected. Your dorm light is dim when he pushes you gently against the door, breath shaky, glasses askew from the way you’d been tugging him closer in the hallway. He leans his forehead against yours “I think i have a soft spot for you.. I don’t get why but no one makes me feel the way you.” Your fingers slide into his hair, and he shivers an actual full body shiver surprising himself.

You whisper, “You’re allowed to want things, you know.”

His hands grip your waist, firmer, more desperate. “I don’t think I’ve never… wanted someone like this.” He kisses you again, deeper, slower, a hand cupping your jaw as your lips part. He tastes like mint and something warm you can’t name. Your shirt is half-off before you realize he’s pushed it up, his cold fingers brushing your ribs. Your back arches into him instinctively, pulling a quiet groan from his throat. “Do you-” he whispers suddenly, breath hot against your neck, “was this just some joke or do you actually want this.”

You grab his chin and make him look at you. “I want you so bad Tsuki”

He kisses down your neck slow, tongue brushing sensitive skin that makes your knees buckle. His hands are everywhere; your waist, your hips, your thighs, gripping harder each time you whimper his name. His eyes a golden dark. His breathing rough. And warm his voice wrecked. “Say it again.” You do. He curses quietly under his breath low and filthy and lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips as he carries you toward the bed like he’s been imagining this for weeks. He lays you down carefully, but his body says something else entirely tension coiled tight, wanting, starving. “You’re gonna make me go crazy” he says, hovering over you, thumb dragging over your lower lip. Clothes hit the floor piece by piece slow, but unhurried. Tsukishima trails kisses down your chest, your stomach, letting his teeth graze your skin just enough to make you gasp. He smirks against your skin. “You sound pretty like that.” His hands push your thighs apart, thumb brushing dangerously close to where you’re aching for him most. You grind up without meaning to, and he makes a low noise in his throat, eyes hooded. “Needy?”

“Shut up.”

His smile widens and he kisses you again, deeper, pushing your knee higher as his hips press against yours hard, unmistakably wanting you. You can feel how much he wants you, burning through his jeans, and it makes you moan into his mouth. He swallows it greedily. “If you keep doing that…” he warns, voice shaking, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to be gentle.”

“Who says I want you to be?”

He curses again louder this time grabbing your hips and pulling you under him so suddenly you gasp. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath hot, everything that follows is heat and hands and breathless want his, yours, tangled together. His voice in your ear. Yours in his throat. His body against yours, finally giving in to all of the tension he pretends he doesn’t feel. There’s a moment right at the edge where he whispers “I think I’m falling for you and it’s all I can fucking do.” The way he says it feels like a confession he never meant to let out loud.

He lies beside you, chest rising and falling, hair messy, glasses somewhere on the floor. He’s quiet for a long time before he breaks it, “I meant what I said earlier.”

You turn your head. “About what?”

He looks mildly annoyed but also soft. “That it’s different with you.” He slips a hand under the blanket, lacing your fingers together. “I don’t want this to be just once.”

You smile, leaning your forehead against his. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

He kisses you again slow, tired

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛ Soft spot II Tsukishima x fem!reader (part I)

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

You notice it before he ever admits it. The way Tsukishima’s jaw tightens in history class when another guy leans a little too close to ask you for notes, the slow exhale, the hard stare, the subtle flex of his hand on the desk. You pretend not to notice. Your his girlfriends after all and he knows that. But today in the library. You’re studying when a tall guy from your chem class walks up to your table. “Hey,” he says, smiling a little too warmly, “you free later? We could go over the worksheet together.” You open your mouth—but someone beats you to it

“She’s busy.” You turn. He’s standing right behind you, hands in his pockets, expression blank

“Uh… I was just asking and-”

“And I answered.” His tone is calm, the kind of quiet threat that makes people back off without realizing they’re doing it. The guy stutters something and walks off quickly. You blink up at Tsukishima.

“Jealous much?” a small laugh comes out and he scoffs.

“No. I just can’t stand stupid people.” But his ears are pink. You stand, brushing past him intentionally slow, lips brushing his ear

“So you’re calling him stupid for liking me?” His breath catches, then his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him between the bookshelves. Golden eyes now dark. His voice barely a whisper.

“Don’t play with me.”

You smirk. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll remind you who your boyfriend is.”

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The moment your dorm door shuts behind you, Tsukishima pushes you back against it — not rough, but desperate. His mouth is on yours instantly, tongue sliding against yours like he’s been starving all day. His hands roam under your shirt, gripping your waist, your hips, pulling you closer until there’s no space between your bodies. You barely manage to breathe out “What’s gotten into you—”

“You.” His voice is low “You let people look at you like that.” He kisses down your neck, biting just enough to make your legs shake. “You smile back.” His hands move lower, fingers hooking under the waistband of your jeans. “And you expect me to act normal?” He lifts you suddenly, your legs wrapping around his hips as he grinds against you. He’s already hard — painfully hard — and you gasp into his shoulder. “You’re supposed to be mine.” You tug his hair sharply, making him groan and he loses the last thread of restraint. He carries you to the bed and lays you down, then pulls your jeans off, dropping to his knees between your thighs. He looks up at you “Spread for me.” You do, and he drags his fingers up your inner thigh, so light it’s maddening. Your breath stutters, “You like when I get jealous,” he whispers, brushing just barely where you need him, “don’t you?”

You whimper, “Maybe” He smirks then he leans down. His mouth is hot, and his tongue slow as he licks a stripe up your center. Your back arches instantly, a helpless sound ripping from your throat. He grips your thighs, holding you open as he takes you — slow at first, savoring every twitch of your hips, every moan. Then faster, tongue circling, sucking, teasing you with careful cruelty. “Fuck—Tsukki—” He hums against you, the vibration sending you spiraling, two long fingers slide in, curling just right, and you choke on a gasp as pleasure slams through you. He pumps them steadily, his mouth still working you mercilessly.

He whispers against your skin. “Come for me.” Your body listens almost instantly, it’s overwhelming white-hot and shaking and he doesn’t stop until you’re pulling his hair, begging, breathless. He pulls away slowly, licking you off his lips, eyes blown wide with lust. He climbs over you, kissing you with the taste of yourself still on his tongue. You tug his shirt off, running your hands over his chest, his abs, the way he shivers when your nails scrape lightly down his sides. He groans into your mouth. You reach for his belt, e watches you, breathing hard, hips twitching when your hand palms him through his boxers. He pushes his jeans off, then lines himself up tip brushing right against you then he pauses “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.”

"Good.” He thrusts in slowly deep and both of you gasp. He’s big, stretching you so perfectly you swear you see stars. He pulls out halfway, then slams back in harder, grip tightening on your thighs as he sets a pace that’s downright criminal. Your breath catches with every thrust; his name spills from your lips helplessly. It drives him insane. “Say it again,” he groans, thrust hitting so deep it steals your breath.

“Tsukki—”

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Use your words Namjoon x fem!reader

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

The lights in Namjoon’s apartment were dim, warm, just enough to outline him where he sat on the couch, legs spread, a book face-down beside him like he’d abandoned it the second you walked in. You didn’t even make it fully across the room before he caught your wrist. “C’mere,” he hummed, voice like velvet dragged across stone. You barely had time to settle before he guided you down one smooth motion until you were beneath him, back sinking into the couch cushions, his knee slipping between your thighs. The sharp line of his jaw exposed, the kind he only revealed when he wanted you to feel every inch of him. His hand pinned your wrists above your head. Then he leaned down, black hair falling forward, breath brushing your cheek. “I’ve got a question for you baby,” he said softly, like he was about to give a lecture instead of ruin your ability to think.

You swallowed “yeah?”

His lips ghosted the corner of your mouth, not kissing you, yet. “Tell me…” His voice dropped a full octave. “What makes your body ache for me?” The question hit you harder than the weight of him. Your pulse fluttered, Namjoon watched it, thumb brushing your throat like he was measuring it. Before you could form even half a syllable, he lowered his mouth to your neck. Slowly. A twenty-minute dissection of your sanity. He kissed the slope of your throat, then the hollow beneath your jaw, tongue tracing heat along your pulse point. His free hand dragged down your side, light enough to tease, “Go on,” he whispered between kisses, breath warm against your skin. “Answer me.” You opened your mouth nothing came out but a trembling sound. His lips curved against your collarbone. “Hmm?” His tone turned dangerous in the gentlest way. “You do speak, don’t you?” He nipped your throat, soft and punishing all at once. Your back arched. The second you stuttered—the second your voice broke—his hand slid between your legs, cupping you through your clothes with infuriating precision. You gasp, Joon lifted his head, eyes half-lidded, expression unreadable and yet devastatingly certain. “Use your words, baby.” His thumb pressed slow circles, enough to choke the air out of you. Your breath stuttered; he raised a brow, waiting, teasing pressure. His mouth returned to your neck, hot and patient

“Joon…”

“There it is.” His voice was pure satisfaction. “Try again.” His fingers moved with scholarly interest, like he was testing a hypothesis on your body every twitch, every sound, every helpless shift cataloged with devastating precision. Your thoughts splintered as he kissed a line down your throat, tongue warm, lips gentle in contrast to the strokes of his hand. “Go on,” he whispered. “I’ll keep touching you until you can’t remember your own name, but; you’re going to answer my question first.” You exhaled a shaky breath, trying to think through the fog he’d wrapped around you. His fingers slowed, forcing you to chase the pressure. His lips brushed your ear. “What makes you ache for me?” Your breath stuttered against his mouth, and Namjoon felt it, heard it, like it was the answer he’d been coaxing out of you all along. His fingers paused between your thighs, a fast stop that made your hips jerk. He lifted his head just enough for you to see the smirk forming on his lips. “Still nothing?” he teased softly, though there was a dangerous patience in his tone, like you were seconds away from failing a test he wanted you to fail. “Alright.”

He released your wrists only to hook his fingers under your waistband and drag everything down in one slow motion. Your legs parted automatically, his hands spread them a little wider. “Good girl,” he smiled, “Let’s see if you speak better when you’re not being… distracted.” You didn’t even have time to brace. He leaned in and slid his tongue up the length of you slow, firm, and purposeful as if he were tasting the end of a thought you couldn’t finish. Your back arched off the couch. A choked sound left your throat. His hands held your hips down. “mhm,” he breathed against you. “There’s the voice I was looking for.” He licked you again, this time circling your clit with unhurried precision, the kind that made your vision blur. You grabbed at the couch cushions, but he caught your wrist and guided it to his hair. “Hold me,” he whispered. “I won’t stop.” He didn’t. Not when your thighs trembled. Not when your breath hitched. Not when you tried to choke his name into the air. He worked you with his mouth like he was studying the way you came apart slow, steady strokes of his tongue, the pressure maddeningly perfect. When your hips jerked and a gasp ripped from your lips, he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. “You still owe me an answer.”

You shook your head, helpless. “I—I can’t—”

Namjoon’s fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into you with a smooth, deep thrust that made you cry out. “You can,” he corrected, voice low, eyes trained on your face. “And you will.” He curled his fingers, finding a spot that made your entire body go tight. “Tell me, what makes you ache for me?” Your mouth fell open. No sound. He curled again. Your breath broke in a moan. Namjoon’s voice dropped to a command that lit every nerve in your body “Say it.” Your entire body shook. Your nails dug into his shoulder.

“Y-you,” you finally gasped out. “It’s...it’s you, Joon when you when you talk like that—” His expression shattered into something hungry, and deeply satisfied.

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Say your mine Bakugou x fem!reader

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

The door closes behind you with a soft, final click, and for a second neither of you move. The room is dim, lit only by the spill of city light through the curtains. You can hear his breathing. "You pissed me off tonight," he says at last.

You turn to face him. "You say that like it's my fault."

"It is." His mouth quirks, not quite a smile. "You know exactly what you do." He steps closer, slow, giving you time to move away.

But you don't. That's the effect he has on you, just a look from him makes your stomach flutter. His hand lifts, fingers brushing your wrist first before sliding up to your forearm. His touch is warm, "You were calm," he says quietly. "Confident. Letting them talk to you like you didn't belong to anyone."

Your pulse jumps at the word. "I don't belong to anyone."

His thumb strokes once, slow, thoughtful. "Oh? then why are you here with me?"

You don't answer right away. And Bakugou watches you like he's reading between breaths, eyes sharp but with something softer hiding underneath.

"You always do this," he murmurs. "Make me say it first." He guides you back until the bed presses against your legs. His hand never leaves you, never tightens, just stays. When you sit, he follows, kneeling in front of you instead of looming over you, gaze level with yours. "Look at me,"

You do and his expression shifts—less fire, more focus. "You're good," he says suddenly. "You know that?"

Your breath catches. "Bakugou—"

"Don't." His hand slides to your knee, squeezing once, firm. "You're smart. You're beautiful. You walk into a room and people notice... I notice." His voice drops. "And you chose me anyway."

"You make it hard not to," you whisper.

A rare, genuine smile. Small. Crooked. Just for you. "Yeah," he says softly. "You do too. "I don't just need you to belong to me," he continues. "I want to hear you want this. Want me."

Your hands rise to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I do."

"Say it properly," he murmurs,

You swallow. "I want you."

His thumb traces slow circles against your knee. "That's good." He kisses you, unhurried and deep, like he's tasting a truth he's waited for. One hand slides up your back, holding you close, not letting the space come back between you. When he breaks the kiss, his lips linger near yours. "You feel how easy this is?" he asks quietly. "How right?"

You nod, forehead still pressed to his.

Bakugou exhales, long and relieved, and presses a kiss to your cheek, then jaw, then neck. Each one softer than the last. "You're doing so good," he murmurs. "Staying with me. Trusting me. Say you're mine,"

"I'm yours."

He pushes you gently down onto the bed and hovers over you, His fingers trace your waist slowly, reverently, slipping beneath your shirt "You're so good." His kiss is quick at first—heated, hungry—before he drags his mouth along your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. He presses softer kisses along your collarbone, each one slower than the last, until he's moving down with deliberate patience, never losing contact for long. "You want me, right? You need me?"

You reach down, fingers threading through his hair "I need you so bad baby, all I want is you"

Then he exhales, slow and shaky, and presses his forehead to your stomach, eyes closed. His hands tighten at your sides, "Yeah?" he murmurs. His voice rough, "You have any idea what that does to me?" He lifts his head, gaze locking onto yours, one hand slides up, thumb brushing just under your ribs, slow and deliberate, sending heat straight through you. "You sound so pretty when you say stuff like that," he adds quietly. "So sure."

He leans back in, kissing you again his mouth lingers like he's got nowhere else to be. "You're perfect like this," he murmurs against your skin. One of his hand slides down to your thighs, his fingers lacing around your skin, moving slowly up to your entrance.

You go to squeeze your thighs on instinct, but he stops you, his hand firmly keeping your legs apart. The fingers on his other hand hook into your waistband, he looks up at you and without hesitation you nod. His fingers sink into your pants and slip under your underwear. Without warning there's two fingers inside you. Your hips buck instantly, your head falling back. He pumps his fingers in and out with a fast, rough pace. His eyes glued to you, roaming your body, watching the way you react to his touch. He quickens the moment you tense, not stopping what he's doing, one hand firm, steady, keeping you exactly where he wants you. "You feel that?" he asks softly. "How you react to me? Look at you." He leans back in, pressing kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your throat—his body stays close and his kisses trail slowly, not rushed, each one intentional, like he's praising you with his mouth as much as his words. When he comes back up, he hovers close, noses brushing, breath mingling. "Doing so good for me."

Your chest rises sharply, his hand presses flat over your heart, feeling it race.

"I love when you're like this, so needy for me, so pretty"

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Steamy study Nerdjo x fem!reader

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

you don't really know how it ended like this—his thick length ramming into you, his big hands holding your hips steady under him, your nails tearing into his back. your eyes roll back as you arch your body into his—biting your lower lip to try and muffle your moans. technically you're getting exactly what you wanted, but finding out he wanted it too was a surprise "so much for a study session" his voice vibrates against your neck, and he lets out a low laugh

"This is so much better" you moan "I was gunna fail anyways, math doesn't need all those stupid letters"

— 6teen minutes earlier

The library is quiet in the way only late nights manage—too quiet, like it’s holding its breath. You’re sprawled across a corner table with textbooks, highlighters, and a half-empty cup of coffee that’s long since gone cold. Across from you sits Gojo Satoru: your private tutor, graduate-level, insufferably brilliant, glasses perched low on his nose because he insists they “help him focus.” You suspect he just likes the way he looks when he wears them.

“Okay,” he says, tapping the page with his pen. “Walk me through this proof. Slowly.” His knee brushes yours under the table, accidental enough to be deniable, deliberate enough to be distracting. He clears his throat when he realizes and goes to scoot away—you tap your finger on his arm and tilt your head slightly

"Could you walk me through it one more time?" you look up through your lashes and begin tracing circles on his arm "I think I understand this part" you use your pen in your other hand to point at the beginning of the equation he wrote "but this, makes no sense. It's just gibberish ya know?"

His breath hitches and he stands nodding. "Let me explain it a little, slower." he stutters a little as he walks to stand behind you—his hand hovers above your shoulder and he slowly starts to re-explain the rest of the problem. he starts confident at first, then his focus drifts to your chest and his worlds start to slur

"Toru hun, you’re distracted "you hum" The tutor shouldn’t lose focus.”

"i am focused..." he tails off trying to redirect his attention to the paper in front of you both

"on the wrong thing" you give a small breathy laugh "actually" you slide a hand up his shirt making him practically jump out of his skin, you let out a small giggle again "my, so jumpy"

Raw and older | Higuruma Hiromi

TEASER

"Do you like have a thing for older men or something?"

A teacher can do alot in private lessons Higuruma -

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A professor with a crush, a student with a crush, extra credit activities and drunken nights together

I have a sweet tooth for older guys y/n-

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𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 ゛𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙡𝙖𝙬 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

Out on my wattpad now

Will contain adult themes and mature language, minors dni