Taking Nerdjo’s Glasses While You’re Riding 🥸

taking nerdjo’s glasses while you’re riding 🥸

cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.

“—ohhhh fuckkkkk,”

he doesn’t understand it— any of it. he doesn’t understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campus— with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy around— the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.

gojo assumes he’s experiencing one hell of a good dream. that’s the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. it’s the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. it’s the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.

he doesn’t want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s clenching. there’s an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortably—

but he doesn’t want to wake up.

planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, you’re riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divine— your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment he’s balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.

gojo doesn’t think he’s breathing, and frankly, isn’t sure if he wants to. you’re reckless— moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. there’s a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,

“—so deep, can feel you in my stomach!”

your tits bounce in clockwise motions. you’d freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldn’t forget even on his death bed— cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.

the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. he’s frozen stiff— the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. he’s moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.

your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, “—taste so good,” he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.

he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories he’s conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professor’s ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction he’s seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment due—

“gojo.”

he snaps his eyes open. he didn’t realize he’d clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you again— only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).

you’ve slowed down your pace. you’ve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupid’s bow and he’s only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and he’s positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.

he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. there’s an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off you—

heisenburg’s uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelion’s a cruel angel’s thesis—

“you don’t like me?” you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesn’t sound like a legitimate question, but his ‘huh’ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.

gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, “w-what?” he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.

this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.

“you don’t like me.” you’re not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. you’re teasing him— he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. you’ve got him wrapped all around your pretty finger— he knows it and you definitely know it.

as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, “no! are you, ngh, crazy— of course i do—”

“because i like you.” it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.

he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes won’t leave his— like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, “i like you too—”

“you won’t look at me,” gojo hadn’t realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, “talk to me.”

“i-it’s just, um,” he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but you’re still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, “i’m a—mmph, nobody and you’re— well, you’re you,” he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, “y’re just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,” your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, “i want— need you to cum first. . .”

there’s a beat of silence for a while. you’ve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didn’t mess up the one good thing that’s happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. you’ve even popped his now bruised skin from your lips— hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.

you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his saliva— your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,

and he doesn’t think you’ve looked any prettier.

“so,” you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, “the problem is when you look huh. . .?”

his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, “what are you—”

and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but there’s no mistake from your silhouette— your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, “trust me,” you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.

trust you? he’d lay his life on the line for a woman like you.

his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuck— which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.

god, he is just so happy to be here.

your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. he’s a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damn— it hardly fits in his palms.

there’s a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and it’s downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, “shouldn’t be an issue anymore, yeah?” you hum.

“y-yeah— oh god, yes,” gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. he’s lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but there’s only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. “w-wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“yeah?” you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. “where do you wanna finish? on my face?” he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, “on my tits?” gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like it’s on the verge of explosion, “on my ass?” you’re about halfway down, “or. . . inside?”

“please,” he doesn’t care if he’s begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, “please lemme cum inside, i-i’ll do anything.”

“hmm, anything?” you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.

“yes,” he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, “a-anything you want, i swear,” at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.

chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.

“even my homework? assignments?” you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.

when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. he’s desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, “ngh, for the rest of the s-school year,”

“that easy with you?” you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. there’s a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldn’t care any less—you tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, he’s positive you taste holier down there.

“it’s your world.” gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he said— it is your world, and he’s nothing more than a happy servant. “i’ll do it all— bring your books to class, rub your feet— i’ll bark if you need me to— just, please, please, please let me cum inside.”

your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. he’s thrusting relentlessly— there’s no set pace at all, and he’s so close to finishing he’s completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sex— he never wants to let you go.

your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beat— he revels in the attention you’re giving him, even if it’s just for the moment. he knows he won’t ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he’s here.

“you wanna breed my pussy?” you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, “mmph— okay, yeah — put a baby in me, freak.”

and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look good— and your cunt milks him dry for whatever he’s worth.

his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and it’s only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.

“mhm,” you hum at the taste. he’s panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high he’s yet to come down from. you don’t seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, there’s a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. “‘s my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.”

and he instantly hardens.

Nerd gojo x nerd reader headcanons pt 3

_Part 2_

Nerdjo! X nerdreader! Lmao guys I don't know it takes time to think for a scenario for nerd gojo!

♡ Gojo, the hopeless overthinker-After catching you reading a book on quantum mechanics, he stares at you for an entire class.

His mind is in overdrive.

“What does she know that I don’t?”

You glance up from your book and notice him staring.

Your expression doesn’t change, just a slight raise of the brow.

He starts questioning reality. He wonders if maybe you’re an alien who landed to study humans.

He’s not sure if he’s scared or in awe.

♡ Gojo, the performance artist-He’s in class, casually tossing out random knowledge to impress everyone.

You’re sitting right next to him, completely unfazed.

He throws out an elaborate theory about space-time continuums.

You glance at him, and in that cool, calculated tone of yours, you say, “Actually, there’s a counter-theory that suggests…”

He’s frozen stunned.

You just corrected him.

He’s in shock. He didn’t even realize there was a counter-theory.

♡ Gojo, the never-satisfied challenger-It’s become a ritual now. He challenges you to random things just to get a reaction.

One day, he walks into the library where you’re reading again and says, “I bet you can’t solve this one faster than me.”

You just stare at him like he's a child.

He watches you effortlessly solve the puzzle in seconds.

His brain breaks.

“Okay… you win. Again.”

He mumbles it like he’s been defeated, even though you both know he never stood a chance.

You just blink, your face a mask of indifference.

♡ Gojo, the insufferable over-achiever-He throws a math challenge your way in class, but it’s no longer about the challenge.

It’s about getting you to look up at him.

When you solve it in seconds, he pretends to be devastated.

“How… How do you do it?!”

You don’t even flinch. You just mutter, “It’s all about applying basic principles, Gojo.”

He finds it so frustrating but can’t help but admire you for it.

This feeling of being outmatched starts to gnaw at him, but it excites him too.

♡ Gojo, the dumbstruck fool-One day, he just can’t take it anymore. He watches you at lunch, reading your book with so much focus.

He interrupts your concentration with a dramatic gesture, throwing his arms out.

“You can’t possibly be that focused!”

You look up, raise an eyebrow, and say, “Well, Gojo, focusing is a part of my natural process of learning. You should try it sometime.”

His jaw drops.

The fact that you just casually insulted him makes him both irritated and in love at the same time.

♡ Gojo, the unintentional simp-He’s in class, trying to act all cool and aloof, but his eyes are constantly shifting to where you’re sitting.

You never seem to notice.

He can’t stop thinking about how you’re always so calm, always so collected.

One day, he catches himself staring at you for way too long.

His heart skips a beat when you finally look up and catch his gaze.

You don’t say anything. You don’t even smile.

But the look in your eyes… it makes his heart race.

He looks away like a fool, muttering under his breath. “What the hell is happening to me?”

♡ Gojo, the clingy puppy-He shows up to the library one day to find you reading, of course.

He’s spent the last few hours thinking of ways to get your attention.

He plops down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you reading?”

You glance at him for a second and say, “A book on theoretical physics.”

He stares at you, unblinking. “Sounds boring.”

You stare back, saying nothing, then go back to reading.

He can’t help himself anymore he leans over and practically whispers in your ear,

“I think you’re kinda cool, you know?”

Your response is the most distracting part of his life.

You don’t even look up. “And I think you should stop distracting me.”

♡ Gojo, the underestimator-He once convinced himself that he could outwit you in everything.

So when the next mission is announced, he’s all cocky about it.

“I’ve got this in the bag. No one’s a better strategist than me.”

But when the team assembles to discuss the mission, you outshine him with every point you bring up.

“You didn’t consider the potential outcomes of that tactic, Gojo.”

His face turns bright red. He tries to play it cool, but you’ve already won this round.

He’s still muttering about it later, trying to convince himself that it was just a fluke.

But deep down, he’s starting to see you as more than just his rival.

♡ Gojo, the frustrated genius-He’s notorious for his smug attitude, his self-proclaimed genius status.

But you, Y/N, have officially cracked the code.

He’s secretly obsessed with trying to figure you out.

There’s no logic in his mind to explain why he can’t stop thinking about you.

He finds himself watching you from afar, wondering if he could ever measure up to your calm intellect.

“Why does she have to be so perfect?” he thinks, but only when he’s alone.

The thought torments him and keeps him up at night.

♡ Gojo, the declaration of affection-One evening, after yet another failed attempt at getting your attention, he stands in front of you.

The usual smirk is gone.

“I think… I think I like you.”

You blink.

He’s waiting for you to say something clever, to shut him down.

But you don’t.

You just stare at him with that unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I know,” you finally say, casually flipping through your book.

He’s left speechless, heart racing in a way he’s never felt before.

The realization hits him hard. You’re so far above him, and yet, he’s already in too deep.

♡ Gojo, the love-struck fool-He can’t help it. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he’s falling for you.

Every interaction, every glance, every indifferent comment you make only makes him more obsessed with you.

But he’s Gojo Satoru, and he’s never been the type to give up so easily.

He’s decided.

He’s going to make you notice him.

No matter how hard it gets, no matter how impossible it feels,

He’s going to win this challenge.

And it’s going to be the best battle of his life.

@syrooo @11v1ngzomble @dekusdante @inoluvrr @hel1nn

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katsukijo

1 month ago

BEST BAKUGOXREADER SMUT FICS SO FAR 2025.

MY HERO ACADEMIA-(Bakugo Katsuki x reader)

HOURS by: @becertainlust

HIS FIRST ONE by: @itoshhi

DRUNK KATSUKI by: @dynaboomboom

EDGED TO THE BRINK by: @becertainlust

BEST EATER by: @itoshhi

BIG STRETCH by: @missdynamighttt

BEAR HUG by: @missdynamighttt

RECORDING EATING YOU OUT by: @alia-alia12

KISS ME MORE by: @becertainlust

JUST FEEL by: @deadhands69

CAMBOY PARTNER BAKUGO by: @becertainlust

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katsukijo

1 month ago

Best friend!Gojo always called you by cute lil’ nicknames - always. Everything from “pipsqueak” to “loser” to “sweetheart”, and if they made you all flustered then even better.

Best friend!Gojo doesn’t correct anyone who assumes you two are dating because of that- he would absolutely nod at the old lady at the supermarket who playfully told him it was rude to call his girlfriend a loser. “So true, ma’am, but my sweetheart is so cute when she gets mad at me so I simply must.”

Best friend!Gojo almost doesn’t even ask you out - he just calls you his one day. In the most casual, domestic setting - a little “can you pass me the napkin, my girl?” And that was that, you could be called any nickname in the world; but most importantly it was his.

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katsukijo

1 month ago

hiiiii I’m obsessed with your writing it’s so good and I have an idea. So can you write a fan fic bakugo X reader where bakugo is your bully and actually your online boyfriend but you both don’t know it. I know it’s kinda weird but like pleaseee 🙏🏼😅

Part 2???

⸻

Title: “I Hate You, Love.”

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Online Romance / Fluff overload

Summary: Bakugo is the guy who always gets under your skin at school—loud, mean, and frustratingly hot. But online? You’re in love with someone else entirely. Your anonymous boyfriend “BoomBoy” is sweet, protective, and just a little grumpy in the cutest way.

You just don’t know they’re the same person.

(And neither does he.)

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You: Can’t wait to see you again tonight, BoomBoy. You’re the best part of my day.

BoomBoy: Shut up, dumbass. You’re the best part of mine.

You giggle, flopping back on your bed with your phone still in hand. He always says something mean right after something sweet. It’s adorable. You don’t even know his real name—just that he’s some guy from your school with a voice you swear sounds kind of familiar. He never turns on his cam.

But the way he talks to you—like you’re special, like he knows you—feels too good to let go.

Too real. Too safe.

Which is why it sucks that in real life, Bakugo Katsuki won’t stop making your life miserable.

⸻

“Move, dumbass.”

His voice is gravel and thunderstorms, and you roll your eyes, stepping aside in the hallway.

“Do you ever not insult me?” you mutter.

Bakugo smirks, the sharp kind of grin that makes your stomach flutter for all the wrong reasons.

“I’ll stop insulting you when you stop being so easy to mess with.”

Jerk.

You hate how pretty he looks in the sunlight, like the universe gave him too many good genes just to make you suffer.

And you really hate that you kinda, maybe, sort of think about him too much.

But it’s okay.

You have your BoomBoy.

⸻

Later that night, you’re curled up under a blanket, heart skipping every time your phone pings.

BoomBoy: Had a crappy day. Missed you.

You: I’m here now. Wanna talk about it?

BoomBoy: Just some idiot at school getting on my nerves. Wish I could see you instead.

You: What would you do if we met in real life?

BoomBoy: Kiss you so hard you forget every bad day you’ve ever had.

You let out a tiny gasp, hugging your pillow.

“BoomBoy…” you type, cheeks hot.

You: You’ve never said something like that before.

BoomBoy: Yeah, well. You bring out the soft in me. Don’t tell anyone.

You: Your secret’s safe with me.

If only you knew.

⸻

The next day at school, you pass Bakugo in the hallway.

He mutters something under his breath, and for once, you decide to snap back.

“At least I’m not hiding behind some stupid, angry persona all the time,” you hiss.

His eyes narrow. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug, walking off with your heart racing.

It’s weird.

Something about Bakugo feels so familiar lately.

⸻

That night, BoomBoy is quiet.

But then your phone buzzes.

BoomBoy: What if I told you I think I know who you are IRL?

Your heart drops.

You: Wait. Are you serious?

BoomBoy: Yeah. And I’m scared you’re gonna hate me.

You: I could never hate you.

BoomBoy: What if I’m your worst nightmare at school?

You freeze.

No.

No way.

There’s only one person who fits that description.

You: Katsuki?

It takes a long moment.

BoomBoy: Yeah.

⸻

Your phone almost slips out of your hands.

Bakugo Katsuki is BoomBoy.

Bakugo. The boy who always teased you.

Bakugo. The same boy who sent you sweet messages at midnight and told you he’d kiss you until the world disappeared.

Before you can respond, your phone lights up again.

BoomBoy: I didn’t know it was you either. I swear.

BoomBoy: I thought… I thought you hated me.

BoomBoy: But you’re the only one I can talk to. You make everything better.

BoomBoy: I’m sorry I was a jerk in real life. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know how to—feel.

BoomBoy: Can I come see you? Like really see you?

You swallow hard, hands shaking.

And then you smile.

You: Come to the park. I’ll be waiting.

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katsukijo

1 month ago

is this guy bothering you

bakugo x fem!reader

You and your sweet boyfriend were out at the mall as you looked around window shopping, pointing out cute plushies you found soft, or clothes that you thought was adorable.

Bakugo gave his opinions here and there, mostly just content holding you close as you gushed about new items.

His hand low on your waist, making sure you didn't run off. His thumb caressing you every now and then, a silent reminder that he had you.

The two of you were an odd but perfect sight.

A broody boyfriend that loomed over you as you shopped through all sorts of girly stores, and the ditzy sweet girlfriend that led him through wracks of skirts and shoes, your small heels clicking as you walked.

Everyone could tell that he loved you, his arm littered with shopping bags. The only thing in your hand other than the clothes you were checking out was your small hand bag, stacked with all types of keychains and accessories.

The two of you stopped at the food court, your boyfriend forcing you to eat something other than the small breakfast you had hours ago.

He smirked at the small pout that adorned your glossy lips, your arms crossed as you clicked away at your phone. Your pout turning into a bashful smile as he pecked your lips, leaving to stand in line to order.

Distracted by your phone camera, too busy taking selfies to realize a group of boys were coming up to your table. The sound of the metal chair scraping drawing your attention.

"What'd you get me-" You said, only to stop mid sentence, a look of confusion crossing your face as you stared at a random group of boys sitting in front of you. "Can I help you?" You asked, your tone standoffish as you gripped your phone.

"What's a sweet thing like you doing here all by yourself" The guy on the right said, his tone supposed to sound flirty but instead sounded predatory.

You have a quick glance to your boyfriend's figure, seeing his back turned to you as he gave the cashier your order. "Um, I'm actually here with my boyfriend." You stated hesitantly, your eyes flickering to all three of them.

Their gazes locked on you as they invaded your personal space, leaning on the table to get a closer look at you. "Well I don't see him around" The one of the left said, smirking as if he caught you in a lie.

"I'm not lying! He's the blonde one right over there!" You huffed, your voice getting desperate as you pointed your manicured finger at Bakugo's back.

To your dismay the trio of boys started laughing, their heads turning between you and Bakugo. "Him? The one who looks like he'd rather kick rocks than be in a mall," one of them laughed, gripping his friend's shoulder for support. "You could have picked a better lie than that, especially with Blondie over there as your coverup." The other rolled his eyes.

The boys kept joking as you tried to send brain signals to your boyfriend. They must've been strong because right as one of the guys went to grab your wrist Bakugo turned around, his eyes turning sharp as he spotted the strangers surrounding you.

Ignoring the worker calling his order, Bakugo marched towards where you were sitting, his footsteps getting louder as he approached.

"Why don't you be a good girl and give us your number." He heard one of them say, the boys not realizing what was looming behind them.

Your eyes widened slightly, the sparkles returning to your eyes as you saw your boyfriend standing behind them menacingly.

The one with his phone hovering close to you assumed you were finally caving in, his smirk widening as he tried and sweet talk you.

But the rough feeling of someone grabbing onto the back of his shirt had him turning around. "The hell-" He said, his words coming to a halt as he looked up and saw Bakugo glaring down at him.

"The fuck are you doing talking to my girl." Bakugo uttered, his tone clear as his fist clenched around the strangers shirt.

"I wasn't doing anything-" "Bullshit." Bakugo cut him off, pulling him off the chair like a rag doll.

His friends stood up, their chairs screeching as they tried to look intimidating. "We don't want any trouble man." The one of the left stated. Bakugo rolled his shoulders back, his figure standing tall while he glared at the trio. "I think you do, because here you are harassing my girl."

As they sputtered our excuses your boyfriend turned to you, his glare softening just a tad. "Did they do anything to you baby." He asked.

You shook your head, "Other than bugging me, not really." With a small nod of acknowledgment, he turned back to the guys. "You're lucky I got your ass before you could do anything." He said low and menacingly, "Or else your face would be kissing this table."

Bakugo threw his victim at one of his friends, making them scramble to catch him as they tried not to fall from impact.

Bakugo walked around the table and stood beside you, taking your hand that the stranger almost touched in his. The feeling of his warm skin on yours made you smile, "Thank you." You said, ignoring the group of boys escaping as you stared up at your knight in shinning armor.

"Shout for me next time something like this happens." He advised, helping you up as he collected your shopping bags. "Noted!" You said, nodding your head cutely as you grabbed onto his bicep.

The two of you walking back to grab your food to go, Bakugo's hand back on your waist where it belonged as he led you out of the mall.

"I can't take you anywhere." Bakugo rolled his eyes, his tone playful as he smirked at you. "It's okay, because I have my big strong boyfriend to protect me." You teased, smiling up at him as you felt his hand tighten, pulling you closer in his hold.

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katsukijo

2 weeks ago

The Rest of Them

Pairing: Nerd!Gojo x Rich!User

This is a lil teaser…I’m still debating if I want to use Tumblr as my main way of posting fics, but the HTML feature and aesthetics are so cuuuteeee!!!!

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo always stood out at your prestigious university. A prestigious heir, a ridiculously pretty boy. But you were determined to prove that he was just like the rest of them. A spoiled rich boy, weak-minded, who was only interested in one thing.

The air outside the club was cold, the lights from various cars shining in your eyes as they passed. Satoru’s grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly as he drags you out of the door. It wasn’t painful, but it was harsh enough for even your bogged down senses to be aware he wasn’t letting go yet.

It wasn’t fair. You tried again, tilting your head just so. The way that made men fall to their knees in front of you. Your lips curled into a smirk, your lips slightly parting. He could feel the heat of your breath on his face, yet he didn’t waver. There wasn’t a crack in his gaze, as he released your arm.

“Satoru, you wound me.” You say dramatically, words slurred from the alcohol. Please, please. You don’t actually care. Prove it, prove it, PROVE IT. “What, am I not pretty enough for you now?” You ask the question, a tone of confidence. It wasn’t serious, you knew that. As if you weren’t pretty enough for anyone. But underneath that confidence, that arrogance, your eyes seemed to glisten with something pleading. It sparked a small hint of fear coiling in your gut. Could he see right through you?

You wanted him to be like the rest of them. You wanted him to crumble, and beg, and fall over himself for you. You wanted him to want your body, your power, your influence. You wanted him to want anything but you.

There’s a long moment of silence as Satoru seems to just…take in your appearance, the way the alcohol and club had made a thin sheen of sweat appear on your skin, making stray hairs stick to your face. There was a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, that gave you pause. His hand twitched at his side, almost as if to reach out and touch your reddened cheeks, but it quickly settled back at his side.

So instead, he takes hold of your shoulders and pushes you back just a bit. “You’re drunk.” His voice wasn’t sweet, wasn’t teasing now. “We’re going home.”

He releases you abruptly, the places his touch had been feeling cold and empty. You put on a mask of arrogance and follow him to his car, a smirk on your face. “Hah, wimp.” You mutter, clicking on your seatbelt. The night was dark, the lights of downtown flashing in your face as he drove. It was quiet, other than the soft tones of the radio. Of course he listens to classical music. But the sound of the music, and the car’s soft hum create a peaceful atmosphere, lulling you to sleep. There’d be time to sort out this shitfest later. You were fucking exhausted.

author’s notes: IM SO HAPPY TO PUT THIS OUTTTTT!!! lmk if you wanna be tagged when I actually start posting the novel :p

(im super new to this whole tumblr platform so…any tips r greatly appreciated <3)

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