Anything For Good Grades.

anything for good grades.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

⟶ cw. teacher!gojo, student!reader, smut, oral, unprotected sex, cum kink, creampie, gojo is a warning, p/with some plot, depriving

sypnosis: you'd do anything to pass gojo's class, even sleeping with him even if you hated him

⟶ wc. 1.7k

a/n: short little one, just wanted to get back into writing again :P hope u enjoy! warning its not edited and written v fast.

"Open your mouth more."

You complied, doing as he asked, yet it felt impossible. "It can't open anymore!"

"Well that's just a lie, isn’t it?," Gojo Satoru shoves his two fingers into your mouth exploring it through and through. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his ice-blue eyes gaze down at you as if you were his prey, making you feel weak and vulnerable. You were placed on your knees behind his desk, as the older man leans against it casually. His lips crack into a smirk when he finally gets a good look down your throat, "See, now you're ready."

If you had to explain this situation to anyone it would be hard to come up with a good excuse but otherwise, you'd just say you were going to fuck your teacher only because he was hot, not because you were borderline failing this course. Anyone and everyone would fuck this man, you could remember the first time he walked into your lecture, and all the girls melted at the sight of him. He adorned his dark sunglasses usually, even indoors but every now and then his beautiful eyes would peek past them and catch you off guard, shit you can't catch feelings for this man. He's too old and your teacher!

His fingers are beyond deep, patting your wet tongue with the underside of his thick fingers, "I'm confused, you're good at art so why are you here?"

"I─I, just didn't d─do well in the writing part, o─okay?" You managed to utter out whenever he’d find it in his heart to let you get a breath.

His eyes narrow, indifferent, "Hm, sure. Not because you're lazy?"

"I'm not lazy!" You argued immediately, narrowing your eyes at the white-haired man, "I just─hate this course, I just wanna get through it okay?"

He nods, breathing heavily, "You're in your third year darling, there's not much left plus why do you care about passing if you hate it so much?"

"My parents would kill me if I waste their money."

Gojo chuckles, pressing his bulge against your shoulder, "Art school is a waste already─"

"Not to them, a degree no matter what is still a degree," You say, sticking your tongue out as if ready to receive something from that. "After that, I'm free."

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Your knees are bound together in his large hands, propped over his right shoulder as his raw and hot dick penetrates into you. Jeez, you're grateful for the birth control you have now. "What's your thing against condoms?"

"I don't have a thing against them, I just wanted to fuck you raw," He chuckles, leaning to brush his lips against your ears, "And you let me."

He thrusts deeply, his balls slapping against your bare ass. You didn't have to strip anything off, he seemed to like the whole fully clothed but the assets are out thing. Your skirt pulled up and underwear pushed to the side as it tightly pulled up against your clit adding a whole other sensation to your body. You couldn’t help letting the small whimpers slip past your glossed lips.

Your top pulled down for his mouth to suck on your pointed nipples, making your back arch into him even more. Gojo had his hands wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you down against the table while his dress pants were pushed down alongside his expensive belt. For some reason whenever your eyes would flicker towards his mesmerising ones you couldn’t help but desire something deep down in your gut, biting your lip you attempted to get what you want. Leaning your head towards his wanting to get a taste of his pink dusted lips, wet with nothing but the glistening remains of whenever he’d wet his lips with his tongue─oh that tongue. “Please, kiss me.”

He pries his driven eyes towards yours, sending you a grin. He thinks about it, is it alright-well he’s got his dick deep inside of you what would a kiss hurt. He presses his plump lips against your-left cheek. “Happy?”

You gasped, in shock and pleasure. He seemed to like the disappointed look on your face, with furrow eyebrows and a pouted lip whilst his thrusts resumed. You whimper, saying, “That is not what I mean.”

Sucking your lips between your teeth holding back your voice, feeling the ridges of your insides tugging his overly thick cock drag the wetness in and out of you.

He hums, looking down between you where you were both connected. He slowly drags a thrust out, watching your cunt swallow him whole, “I don’t kiss students.”

Oh.

“You’ve done this a lot then?” You hiss through your teeth, feeling his own bite down on your neck where he decides to trail kisses instead. Even though he was so rough below, somehow he was so gentle up here. One of his large hands weave through your hair, getting a good grip he pulls you back exposing your neck and face to him. He stares down at you, letting the words sink, “You’re not that special, kid.”

Shit, that stung yet he didn’t seem to care much. Gojo holds your head back as his mouth leaves rouge marks on your neck. Dropping your waists his thumb finds it’s joint on top of your swollen clit giving you that last bit of push that caused you to clench hard around him. It wasn’t going to be much longer but god, he wanted to drag it out. You were after all one of the prettier ones he’s fucked.

Gojo couldn’t hold back his grunts and sounds of pleasure when he reaches his limit. At least he had the audacity to let you hit it first. His thumb flicks fast and in sync with his rough thrusts, your body lets out and you start to let it all out. Biting your lip as hard as possible to not let anyone waiting to use the lecture hall hear.

He wishes he could hear it all, you break out and let go after all your pretty lips were one of the things he always found himself staring at during classes. Your cute oversized sweaters and wide jeans every other day, he couldn’t believe you were hiding all this under that.

Coming off your high you feel him blow his load inside of you, letting it all fill and drip out between the gaps of you and him. He breathes heavily, eyes closed and he lets go of your hair letting you finally lean back and rest. You watch his eyes narrow between your legs, he pulls out slowly and watches the cum dripple. He smiles, “You look good with my cum inside of you.”

“I’d look better when you let me pass.”

He nods, “Okay, okay.” Gojo packs himself back in his pants, eyes still not leaving the sight of your fucked out pussy. His finger prods at it while he pulls your underwear back up for you.

He holds your thigh while you put your shirt and all that back on, ready to leave. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“Need something?” You ask, zipping on your hoodie and finally putting your legs down yet he didn’t let go. His pretty face rather close to you, he seemed like a man on a mission, thinking. Then he blinks and is back to being a smiley idiot.

He smirks, finally getting to the point, “Don’t forget about your exhibition, after all you’ve got to impress the curator.” Right, your face drops remembering how that was literally next week. And Gojo of all people is the curator.

“Is there any way─”

“You can’t just avoid all your work.” He says your name when he leans down as he chuckles, grabbing the fallen papers that included your own essay. Since when did he actually know your name. “You’re passing the essay, not the course with this.”

You huff, jumping off while you pushed your shoulder against the overly arrogant teacher. His cum is still mostly inside of you leaking through your underwear, god you wanted to get home.

“When is that again?” You ask.

Gojo sits back in his chair watching you gather your bags and portfolio, “The twenty-first, Monday, a finished piece with an artist statement. Plus you’re trying to get someone to buy it for the charity. Impress me, Y/n.”

You shot a salute at him while you opened the door, looking back, “Didn’t I already impress you?”

Gojo’s eyes widen realizing what you meant, he nods smiling to himself, “Twenty-first. Okay?”

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