kentorus

[kentorus]

YOU AGAIN? you’ve hated satoru gojo since kindergarten. he’s always known exactly how to get under your skin—and never once stopped trying. now it’s college. same tension. same grin. and unfortunately, the same classroom.

ft. college!gojo, enemies to lovers.

i. beginning (coming soon)

[kentorus]

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[kentorus]

Do you have a master list? I can’t find one and it’s kinda hard to scroll so much for some things. If this was rude or anything I don’t mean it in that way I’m just genuinely curious. If you don’t it’s fine I do understand they are a lot to keep up with!! 🫶🫶

heyy ♡ i started writing recently so i haven’t made one yet! but i will make one once i write some more!

[kentorus]

satoru gojo who broke up with you first, apparently because "he had too much on his mind" and couldn't handle a relationship at the moment.

satoru gojo who regretted it the very next day, waking up alone in bed instead of finding you beside him.

satoru gojo who tried to thug it out, telling himself he wasn't the type to care. he was a womanizer, he just messed around. so why did he find himself thinking about you so often?

satoru gojo who texted you while drunk one week after he broke up with you, saying "i miss u."

satoru gojo who found himself going absolutely crazy with anguish when you didn't reply for the next three days.

satoru gojo who showed up at your door at 3 am on a tuesday, begging you to take him back. saying he promised he'd never hurt you again, that your absence was killing him. that he missed your smell, playing with your hair, hugging you from behind while you made breakfast for him.

satoru gojo who thanked the gods when you finally took him back after three weeks of trying to convince you.

satoru gojo who found himself unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. buying you flowers randomly, trying his best to get out of work earlier just to spend more time with you, making dinner so you could rest, even making little diy gifts because he knew how much you loved them

satoru gojo who kept his promise and made you the happiest girl ever

written by @kentorus do not plagiarize.

[kentorus]

roommate nerdmin who has been obsessed with you ever since the first time you met, just couldn’t stop thinking about you.

he was so shy—always tripping over his own words whenever you spoke to him. it could be something as simple as “good morning” or “how are you?” but you made him so fucking anxious.

he couldn’t believe a pretty girl like you was actually talking to him. it didn’t take long for him to develop a crush. he started making small gestures, like buying you noodles or offering to help with your homework.

you noticed pretty quickly. you knew he practically had a heart attack every time you even looked in his direction—so why was he suddenly being so friendly?

you also noticed the way he looked at you when you complimented him, calling him a genius for his high grades. or the way he’d lean in just a little when you walked past, like he was trying to get a whiff of your perfume. sometimes, you’d even catch him inside your room. if you confronted him about it, he’d come up with some lame excuse like saying he was looking for something—which you knew wasn’t true. but he was so naive, he actually thought you believed him.

one day, you’d just come back from grocery shopping. you dropped the bags on the floor and started taking off your shoes when you heard a weird noise—almost like… moans?

you thought it was strange. armin wasn’t exactly popular with girls, and you were sure no one else was in the dorm. so where was it coming from?

you silently walked towards armin’s room, thinking the sounds came from in there. as you opened the door, there was no one there, so you tried your own room instead.

you silently opened your door and, to your surprise, found armin sitting on your bed, holding one of your panties in his hands while jerking off. some other pairs were placed next to him on the bed.

so that’s where the moans came from.

“hmmmgff-pleaasee… pleasepleaseplea-nghh.”

you couldn’t believe your eyes— you knew armin had a crush on you, but this? this was creepy behavior. you knew it was wrong, so…. why couldn’t you get mad at him? somehow, you were… turned on.

“armin? what are you doing?” — you said as you stepped into the room, your room.

“f-fuck!” — he gasped. — “oh. oh my god, nonono—please, i-i can explain.”

his face was bright pink now. he got caught.

but all you could think about was how cute he looked, how cute he was. i mean — this meant that he really liked you, right?

you started questioning yourself about how many times he’d done this — waited for you to go to class or go out so he could sneak into your room and jerk off to your panties, your bras, your pictures, your smell. you found that extremely attractive for some reason.

he noticed you staring at him, lost in thought. he wondered what you were going to say next. were you going to be mad at him? were you going to cry? scream? god — maybe even hit him! but he deserved it, right? what kind of creep does that?

“please forgive me!” — he pleaded. — “i-i don’t know why i did that, i was just—”

“hey,” — you interrupted him — “look, i’m not mad at you, okay?” — you said as you sat yourself next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“y-you’re not?” — he murmured, looking at you with doe eyes. god, he’s so cute.

“no, i’m not.” — you smiled gently at him. — “now, can you tell me why you were doing this?” — you asked.

“i-i don’t know, i just… i just think you’re so p-pretty.” — he replied shyly.

“yeah? you think i’m pretty?” — you questioned as you looked down, noticing he still had his dick out, holding your black lacy panties.

“oh, s-shit! sorry—” — he said as he noticed where you were looking.

“wait! i mean… since i’m here, let me help you finish at least.” — you offered.

he froze. did he hear you right?

“unless you don’t want me to—”

“no! i-i mean yes! i… i want you to,” he shyly admitted.

you then placed your hand on his dick. fuck—he was so hard, and all that because of you?

you start slow, trying it out, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time, paying attention to every single detail and expression on his face.

his eyebrows are furrowed, lips slightly parted, and his head is turned to the side. he never looks at you—he’s too shy to.

“hmmf-f-fuck… feels s-so good,” he says, breathy. “so good.”

he’s a whimpering mess, babbling nonsense as your strokes grow faster, moving up and down. you brush your thumb against his slit and grip his dick a little tighter.

you notice his breathing getting heavier, his face flushed a bright pink and damp with sweat, you feel him twitching in your hand, growing more and more sensitive, the twitching more frequent now.

“oh f-fuck… hmmf… i-i think i’m gonna—” he stammers before coming all over your hands. but you don’t stop. not yet.

“uuhhhmf… y-you can stop now…” he panics, finally looking at you.

“umm, i don’t know… i kinda don’t want to stop,” you tease, a sly smirk spreading across your face.

“w-what?” god, he looks so cute like this—so desperate. you really don’t want to stop.

“beg me.”

his eyes grow wide. “b-beg you?” he asks breathily, confused by your words.

“beg me, or else i won’t stop.” your strokes go faster and you grip him tighter.

“ff-fuck! hmmgf—please… please stop—please,” he pleads, looking at you through teary eyes.

“okay,” you say as you let go of him.

oh this wouldn’t be the last time.

written by @kentorus do not plagiarize.

[kentorus]

it was summer. you hated summer. you were always sweating and taking at least five showers a day just to keep yourself from melting. the worst part was that you couldn’t sleep — the heat made every position uncomfortable.

when sevika found you sleeping in your underwear for the first time, she was a little taken aback. she took a deep breath before jumping into bed to give you a big hug.

but today was different, she was exhausted from work and still nursing a headache from last night’s drinking, and when she saw you, she couldn’t contain herself.

as soon as she got a glance of your tits spilling out of your bra she lost it, she slowly climbed on the bed, carefully placing herself between your legs without waking you up, god—you looked so fucking hot, your eyes were closed so innocently, you had absolutely no idea of what was happening. she slowly took her dick out of her pants, caressing the tip, she took a deep breath before she took just the tip inside you, through your panties. you squirmed, even in your sleep, your body reacted to her, it was like muscle memory, you body was programmed for it, for her only (thats what she liked to believe in at least, not the fact that her dick was just too big) her tip going in and out of your tight hole, you were moving and squirming and whining underneath her, she had her hands on your waist to minimize your moviments. she got needier, her strokes growing more urgent, your whining and moving only made it worse, and suddenly, she cums with a loud groan, the tip of her cock making your panties all wet with her cum, slightly spilling to your thighs.

you woke up with an uncomfortable feeling, you looked down, your panties were completely drenched with her cum.

“what the fuck sevik-”

she didn’t let you finish your sentence, putting her cock in your mouth. you were so fucking confused, her cock hitting the back of your throat, you tried to get her out of you, but she was a hundred times stronger.

“cmon, be a good girl for me, will ya?”

you were trying your best, but she was so fucking big, she continued to drive into you, her hips rising to meet your mouth, desperately seeking more friction, her eyes darkening with lust as she speeds up, gripping your head harder. your breath comes in pants, shes babbling nonsense as she comes inside your mouth

“so good f’me, such a good puppy” she praises breathly. “sorry babe, couldn’t resist” she says with a grin smirk.

written by @kentorus ; do not translate copy or respost.