first one shot, kinda nervous :p
Teacher!Gojo x Fem!Student!Reader
—“do i make you feel like christmas time?”
Both consenting adults, besides who doesn’t like a little trouble?
You never really fucked with Professor Gojo. He was arrogant, cocky, and so so good looking.
You had looked him up on ratemyprofessor and turns out you aren’t the only one feeling this way.
“Take this class with the intention to fail.”
Well, it didn’t apply to you because you seem to be passing his class just fine. He sometimes stops you after class. He tells you you’re the best student he’s had in a while.
“How are you passing?” He says as he takes his blue shaded sunglasses and hangs them on the collar of his shirt.
“Well, I just read your rubric… and try my best?” I say doubting myself. No professor has ever asked me that. Is he accusing me of cheating?!
“I’m just asking because everyone else is failing.” He scoffs, “Ugh, I mean is your generation seriously that brain-rotted to the point where they can’t turn in a basic essay?”
“Did you just say brain-rotted-“ I suppress my laughter.
His voice cuts me off, “What? How old do you think I am?”
“Um… I don’t think I should answer that.” I say awkwardly.
He glares at me for a moment then shrugs, “Whatever, probably too old for you anyway.”
Am I tripping or is my professor flirting with me. No! I can’t think things like this. He’s my professor. Not a friend and most definitely not someone who I should flirt with.
Nonetheless, I can’t help the light blush that covers my cheeks when I overthink his words.
He laughs softly, “Just wanna say, I’m proud of you. Keep up the good work. You’ll make a good journalist someday.” Gojo smiles softly.
“Oh, thank you.” I clutch my books to my chest and walk out of his classroom with a stupid grin on my face.
Christmas break is rolling around. Great. Worst fucking time of the year.
How ironic, it’s meant to be jolly and the “christmas spirit” supposedly uplifts moods.
Well, I just feel like the fucking Grinch.
I walk into Professor Gojo’s classroom and set my books down. It looks extremely empty. Hm, everyone must’ve left for Christmas break already.
I take a seat… 5 minutes pass. 10 minutes.
Where the fuck is this professor? I groan to myself.
I can’t just leave right? That would be academic dishonesty somehow right? I don’t want to risk things. Not so close to graduation.
“Oh! You’re here?” Professor Gojo asks me, “Don’t you have something for Christmas break?” He walks over to his desk and pulls papers out of his drawer.
“Um.. Christmas break doesn’t start for another two days? School’s still open and classes are still in session.” I cross my arms, “You seem surprised.”
“Well, yeah… You’re like the only person in this classroom.” We both look around the silent classroom.
“Whatever, is class in session or not?” I say a little embarrassed at the fact that I’m the only one here. What a fucking loser.
I nod my head and start pulling out my laptop to take notes. Gojo’s glaring at me. Why is he glaring? Am I doing something wrong?
I awkwardly wait for him to start teaching… A moment passes. A long awkward moment, God just kill me. I should’ve left-
“You know, since you’re the only one here and I don’t feel like explaining this new material twice,” He crosses his arms, “Do you want to grab a coffee?”
My eyes are blown out of my head. Did I hear him correctly? Again, with the flirting! So I guess I wasn’t tripping.
Come on [name], take risks. Do something scandalous for once. Your whole life passed you by. You’re already in your last year of college and you lost all your friends last year.
“Well, sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I didn’t have that intention. You can pack your stuff, class is dismissed.” He starts walking to the door.
“Let’s go.” I blurt out as I pack my stuff quickly.
He laughs softly, “See, you’re my only A student for a reason.” He teases.
“Um, I think if you only have one A student you should question your teaching.” I say stating the obvious.
“Ugh, you’re killing me here kid.” Gojo scoffs, but it doesn’t hold any real weight, “I told you, your generation is brain-rotted.” He opens the door to his classroom for us to leave.
I slip out the door, he follows behind me.
“Shouldn’t you lock it?” I ask as he walks down the hallway.
“Nah, any student on campus is too good to walk into my classroom and steal exam papers.”
“Is that a dig at me Professor?” I joke and try to keep up with his long strides.
“Maybe, maybe not. I mean I left you in my empty classroom for 15 minutes and all the papers were left in the same spot.” He cringes, “You’ve gotta live a little [name]. Steal exam papers, sell them, make some extra cash.” He shrugs as if he didn’t tell me to do something that’ll cost me my whole diploma.
“I’m going to act like I didn’t hear that.” I roll my eyes lightly. The cold air hitting my lungs as we walk to the parking lot.
We walk in silence for a bit. “Where’s your car?” I ask. Was this a bad decision? Shit. I mean I’m going out with the hottest professor on campus. Just to get coffee! I shouldn’t overthink this.
Live a little. I repeat to myself.
“Righhhttttt here!” He unlocks a.. porsche?!
Huh. I don’t know a single teachers salary that would be able to afford that.
Still, I keep a poker face on. He doesn’t seem to like that. He does seem like the type of man to have women fawning over him. So, getting no reaction out of me seems to surprise him.
I step in the passenger seat of the vehicle. It even has that new car scent. Color me impressed.
“So, what’re your plans for christmas break?” He tries to break the silence.
“Just stayin home, studying for finals.” I nod my head.
“What? Are you serious? You aren’t visiting friends, family, going on a night out for new years? None of that?”
“My diploma comes before all of those things.” I say sourly, the truth is, I don’t have any friends on campus. My parents live too far away. I don’t have anywhere to go.
“That’s ridiculous. You can take a day, even days off and still be first in your class. Sorry to sound like a bad influence, but you’ve gotta let loose. Okay?” He holds onto his steering wheel and makes a right. The fabric of his shirt slightly riding up at his sleeve to show an extremely expensive watch.
Well fuck me. That is definitely. Not on a teachers salary.
“I’ll take it into consideration.” I press my lips into a line, “And you?” I hesitate to ask.
“Me? Oh, I’m taking a trip down to Switzerland. Skiing, wine, cheese. It’ll be brilliant.” He actually seems excited. It’s cute.
“Oh, any lucky girl you’re taking with?” I tease and let loose, as he instructed me to do.
“Oh? That’s an inappropriate question to ask your professor.” He smiles and looks over at me in the passenger seat with his beautiful blue eyes.
I never realized how beautiful they were until I was this close. Wow.
He puts his eyes back on the road, “No, no lucky woman. Just me and my skiing gear. It’ll be fun though, getting away from the literary crisis your classmates seem to be going through.”
I laugh, “Yeah, tell me about it.”
He stops the car infront of an adorable coffee shop.
“Oh, I’ve never heard of this place before. How did you learn about it?” I go to unbuckle my seat belt and open the door for myself.
That’s when his hand stops atop of my wrist and gently pulls my hand back into my lap.
“A lady never opens her own door.” He smiles.
Okay. That was NOT supposed to give me as many butterflies as it did.
He opens and closes his door and walks around to my side of the car, opening it and offering me a hand.
I take my hand in his, and he doesn’t let go. Not for a while. Not until I realize how wrong this is. But, it feels so right.
His gloved hand around mine fit like two pieces of a puzzle.
“Come on, the coffee isn’t going to order itself.” He guides me into the cafe.
After a couple minutes of standing in line, we finally reach the cash register.
“What’re you getting?” I ask and hope to take the same as him. He seems like a regular at this spot.
“My usual, a strawberry creme brûlée bubble tea.” He says with a straight face.
“A strawberry creme brûlée bubble tea. With pistachio sweet cream and some crushed oreos. I’m feeling festive.” He repeats as if that’s the most delicious and average order there is.
“You know Professor, you’re really really… unique.” I try to hide my disgust from that extremely sweet drink he ordered.
“What? You don’t have a sweet tooth?” He laughs, “Let me guess, you’re getting an Americano.”
How did he know?! “No.” I lie then look him in the eyes as I try to suppress my smile, “Yeah.” I say quietly.
“Ha! See! You’re extremely predictable.”
He places our order and decides to say his extra loud, and repeat the facts he wants crushed oreos in it.
“I think they get ittt…” I say as I pull out my card to pay.
He stops himself mid reminder and looks down at my bank card with disgust. “What’re you doing?”
“Uh… paying?” I state the obvious.
“Uhhhh…” he mocks me, “no you aren’t.”
“Professor, you brought me here. This is an adorable spot, and the only one I know has that diabolical drink you’re ordering. Let me repay the favor, pleas-”
The card already tapped while I was talking.
“I invited you out. Not the other way around. The person who invites out pays, okay?” He nudges my shoulder lightly and walks me to a table, “Besides, you were holding up the line with your incredibly complex order.” He teases
“My complex order?” I laugh, “I don’t even remember yours!”
“A strawberry creme brûlée bubble tea with pistachio sweet cream and crushed Oreos. What’s so hard to remember?”
“You know, I could list a lot of things that are wrong with that order.”
We begin to giggle softly at our table, I never realized how much I missed this. The simple act of grabbing coffee with a friend. But, the reality is that we are not friends. He is my professor. And that is all he will ever be.
“Your order.” A waitress sets our cups down in front of us, “Enjoy!”
Gojo’s drink looks absolutely ridiculous. Gosh, it looks like throw up. Eugh.
“Wanna taste?” He says as he opens the straw packaging and stabs the opening of the bubble tea, “It’s got crystal boba and brown sugar pearls.”
“How do you not have some type of disease from all this sugar?” I ask genuinely curious.
“I’ve been on a sugar break.” He shrugs, “I’ve been in tip top shape for a long while now, this drink won’t do anything. That coffee however…”
“Are you seriously worried about my Americano while you’re drinking straight sugar?”
“Hey, I was just gonna say that caffeine is just as bad.”
He takes his first sip of his mystery drink, and, as expected from a Professor like Gojo, rolls his eyes back like he was having an orgasm.
Holy shit man, it’s just a drink. I think to myself but can’t help the blush rising to my cheeks.
“Actually, let me taste that.” I take his drink out of his hand and take a sip from the same straw he did.
Annndddd… it tastes like shit. I force down the sip I took.
“Oh my God. It tastes worse than it looks. And it looks like throw up!” I say disgusted and wash it down with my coffee.
“Hey, keep your mean and disgusting comments to yourself. Don’t ruin my sugar high.” He laughs at my reaction. “Come on, what don’t you like about it!”
“Oh come on. I’m sure it tastes better than your americano.”
“Keep your mean and disgusting comments to yourself.” I throw his words back at him.
His eyebrows raise, “Wow.”
Did I offend him? No. He said them first. Why would he be offended?!
Then a laughter breaks the air and takes me out of my stressed state, “Ha! You should see your face!”
“You’re not funny.” I take another sip from coffee.
We keep chatting for a couple more minutes, then the topic of Christmas break comes back up.
“You sure you’re not going anywhere?” His facial expression showing a little pity for me. “You’re young, go see the world. Travel a little.”
“It’s peak season Professor-“
“Call me Satoru. We’re off campus. Drop the formalities.”
“Okayyy… It’s peak season Satoru, where would I get a flight ticket and a hotel this late?”
An idea pops into his head.
“Yeah, I’ve enjoyed our coffee together and wanna know you a little better. Why? Don’t you?”
“Huh?” A shocked look paints my face.
This can not be real. I mean I always found him attractive and shit, but gosh. A trip?! Now!?
I’m such an idiot! Say something!
Thankfully, Gojo just laughs.
“I know it’s last minute, but I can’t bare the thought of one of my students rotting away at home. Her nose in the books during Christmas!” This was said as the most usual ask ever, “You can have your own room at the hotel. I’ll buy your plane ticket. All you have to do is be there, oh and please don’t miss our flight.”
“I need a little more than Huhs and a What, [name].”
“Need a little more than that too. Are you in or out?” His voice comes out gentle. No pressure.
Live a little. The mantra repeats in my head for the hundredth time today.
Oh, fuck it. What’s the worst that can happen?
“Sure. I’m in. When are you going?”
A smile shows up on his face and causes a small smile on mine, “Tomorrow.”
“Back again with the Whats.”
“Sorry it’s just,” I shake my head, “This is so last minute!”
“I know I know. You can always back out.”
“No. No, I won’t. You’re the one who told me to live a little and let loose right? Well, consider it my new years resolution. Starting now.”
He nods his head and leans back in his seat, “Okay, you surprised me. I really thought you’d say no.”
“Well…” I release a deep breath, “I thought I’d say no as well. But honestly it seems like I could use the break. I don’t feel like wasting new years. My last year was much more fun.”
“Oh? What happened last year?”
“The basic partying and counting down. Way more fun than ‘having my nose in the books’.”
“You’re teasing me.” Satoru smiles
“So what if I am?” Gosh, his smile is fucking contagious.
We stare at each other for a second, it feels like hours though. Fuck, he’s so attractive. How will I survive this trip?! Just being near him gets me hot.
“Well, I have to check if the flights full or not. You don’t mind business right? I tried to get first class but it was full. If you mind we can always go on a different day.”
He glares at me this time
“Sorry.” I say sheepishly, “But huh?! What do you mean ‘Do I mind business class?!’ Of course I don’t!”
“Oh.” He takes the last sip of his drink, “This trip was last minute, but I’m a loyal flyer at that airline. I don’t know why they don’t offer me a PJ at this point.”
Do airlines even offer PJs? Wait, what the fuck is a PJ anyway-
“Private jet? Im starting to think you’re just flexing now Satoru.” I scoff, “You can’t impress me.”
“No. And don’t make it one either! I already have what I want, top grades. So, ha!”
He rolls his eyes, what a sassy man.
“Satoru,” I restart my sentence, “I’ve gotta ask. Don’t get offended but… where the hell do you get your money from? I mean, you’re a full time professor.”
“You’re the first person to ask me that. In all honesty, I come from a rich family and made extremely good decisions in my youth. I’m a shareholder and investor in some companies, nothing you should bother your pretty little head with-”
I don’t know whether to be offended or aroused.
“-Anyway, as for the professor part, yes, I do get a teachers salary but I would do it for free. I’ve always loved teaching and seeing the uprise of the next generation. Once you guys get out of your doom scrolling, you and all your classmates included will be great journalists.”
“You realize most of them take your class because it’s mandatory. Not because of their love in journalism.”
His head drops on the table dramatically, “Let a poor man dream, will you [name]?” He picks his head up, “You want to be a journalist though, right? Please tell me my top student is actually interested in the subject.” His stupid puppy dog eyes look up at me.
“Yes,” I laugh softly, “I really do love your class, and journalism. Don’t worry.”
“Thanks for dropping me off.” I unbuckle my seat belt.
“Of course, I wouldn’t be able to relax without seeing you home safe.”
“Satoru, I would’ve made it home just safe taking the bus.”
“Just accept the ride okay?” He rolls his eyes.
He steps outside of his car and walks to the passenger seat to open my door. Again.
“You don’t have to do that you know, I have arms.”
“And you shouldn’t have to use them.” His cocky grin shows up as he takes my hand and utters a little ‘Careful’ while I step outside of the vehicle.
“Thanks again for the ride.” I smile at him, “What time tomorrow?”
“Flight leaves at 5pm. Do you need a ride to the airport?”
Do I need a rideeee… I mean… I could take the trainnn, but do I really want to when I could be in a Porsche instead?
“Alright,“ He pulls out his phone and opens the keypad for me, “Give me your number. I’ll call you tomorrow when I’m downstairs.”
“Oh— okay.” I type in my number onto his phone. “Here. Ring me.” I pass his phone back to him.
My phone rings a couple times before I hang up and save his number as “Satoru.”
“Wow, you even added a period at the end.”
“How old do you think I am?”
Again, that fucking question.
“Old enough to be my professor,” I laugh, “See you tomorrow Satoru. I really needed this day out. Thank you.”
“Anytime [name].” He smiles at me and watches me head upstairs to the front door of my apartment complex.
“Damn! That many bags?” He takes one and puts it in the trunk of his car.
“You didn’t tell me how long we were staying!”
“We’re staying for 12 nights.”
“12 nights?! My exams start in 10 days!”
“Relax, I won’t be there either. Which means your first exam, mine, won’t be taken.”
Oh, uh, I guess he has a point there.
I hum lowly in relief and make my way to the door of the passenger seat.
“You never quite learn, do you?” His hand covers mine on the door handle and he opens it for me, “Ladies never open or close their own doors.”
Fuck me. Fuck him. Fuck the butterflies in my stomach, and fuck his good looks, especially now when we’re so close to each other. Just a whole lot of fucks.
I stand there staring into his beautiful eyes and the way his cheeks are flushed a little red… must be because of the cold. Shit. He’s so close! And so hot.
“Thanks.” I manage to look away and sit in the car, he closes the door for me.
After a while of him fighting to shove all mine and his suitcases into the trunk, he hops into the drivers seat.
“Oh, remember what I said about first class?”
“How every other choice is too bad for you? Yeah, I remember.”
“Ha ha, very funny [name].” He says sarcastically, “No. I managed to get us two tickets first class.”
“You didn’t have to do that Satoru. Seriously, I would’ve been fine in economy.”
He gasps. Actually gasps.
How fucking cocky and arrogant.
“Don’t speak of economy ever again. I rode on it once. And it was a total nightmare.”
“I think being seated next to you is an even bigger nightmare.”
He rolls his eyes and gets the car on the highway.
After a long plane ride and hours later of Gojo yapping in my ear, we finally make it to our hotel.
“Do you like it?” He asks
“Do I like it? Are you seriously asking that?!”
“Yeah. I don’t know your taste.”
“Thanks for stating the obvious.”
I look around the room, “It’s beautiful. Thank you for this.”
“Of course, I would’ve been very lonely. This is meant to be shared.”
Well, that’s fucking sad. But what would’ve been sadder is me studying instead of coming here! So no complaints on my end!
I hum lowly in acknowledgment for his words and nod my head.
“My room is just across from yours. Just knock if you need anything, okay?”
He smiles and walks out of my room.
Fuck, did I really expect him to stay here? With me? In a single room?
Well of course I did. He’s my hot professor. This is already so wrong on so many levels that I wouldn’t even mind taking it to the final step.
What am I thinking?! No! No! I cant, cannot, sleep with my professor. I can’t!
“Watch your step!” He yells out, “It’s like you have two left feet!” He laughs.
“Fuck off! This is my first time skiing!” I yell over the harsh wind
“Yeah! When else would I ski?!”
“Come here! Let me teach you!”
Satoru catches up to me extremely quickly. He must be a pro.
But nothing would’ve prepared me for the feeling of his big arms holding me by the waist, his chest against my back and his head atop of mine.
“Fix your posture first,” his voice now lower, Satoru presses a hand on my lower back to straighten me up.
I liked that more than I will ever admit.
“There we go, good job.” He gets extremely close to my earlobe.
Thank goodness he’s behind me. Because if he could be able to see my stupid smile right now, he would never let it go and I would never hear the end of it.
A/N: lol idk shit about skiing so… sorry. this is the end of this scene.
“You did great!” We walk into the heated cabin together, “Everyone falls a couple of times! Don’t worry about it.”
“Ugh,” I stretch my body, “Okay but not as much as me.”
“No, definitely not as much as you.” He teases.
“Ha ha, yeah, make fun of a beginner, that’s the Christmas spirit.”
“Christmas spirit? The real Christmas hasn’t even begun!”
I wonder where that’ll take us… Can I keep up with him?
He pushes my chair in at dinner. “This is my favorite restaurant, you have to try their fondue.”
“Well since you said I had to… What other choice do I have?”
I try to suppress my smile. And, fail, miserably. Satoru smiles back at me.
“Thanks for coming with me.”
“No, thank you for bringing me. It’s been incredible.”
“Unfortunately, we have 1 night of incredible left.”
After that, we order some wine, he claims it’s the best in all of Switzerland, and damn. It was good. Very good. We giggle over fondue,
“You know every single one of your students has a crush on you, right?”
“No. You aren’t my type.”
Okay great. Yup yup yup, exactly what you needed to say. Yuppppp-
“Oh? What is your type? I am curious.”
Why does he look like the hottest man alive right now?! Fuck!!
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He smiles to himself and eats more of our meal.
“Again, I’m just next door, knock if you need anything. I’ll probably be awake.”
“Okay, thank you Satoru. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight [name], I had a wonderful night.”
He lingers around the door, like he doesn’t want to leave.
Get yourself together! Shit!
Actually. No. Why should I? I’ve been making goody goody decisions all year, and it hasn’t gotten me anywhere.
“Uh,” I speak up. His head perks up and his hand is already off the door handle “Do you want to… watch a movie?”
Watch a movie or make a movie? My dirty mind starts thinking. What the fuck! Snap out of it. No. This will be an innocent night. Some stupid Christmas movie run, then he will go to his own room, and then we have our flight tomorrow. That’s it.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He looks much more relaxed now, wearing his glasses and expensive looking pyjamas. I never understood the concept of wearing $500 to bed, but okay.
And one thing… he looks good. Like, extremely good. Like, I want to fuck him good.
This time, my brain doesn’t defy me, saying to ‘Snap out of it’, that ‘I can’t fuck my professor’ because why not? We’re both adults. Sure the age gap is there, but he seems young enough. And did I mention he looks fucking good!?
“Should we order a bottle of wine from room service?”
“Uh, sure. Whatever you want.” I say as I settle atop of my bed.
Conveniently, this fucking hotel room has one TV. And it happens to be in the bedroom. That’s fucking great. Just peachy.
A ring breaks the silence of trying to agree on a movie, “Must be the wine. I’ll go get it.”
Gojo comes back with two cups and a bottle.
Honestly, at this point, I don’t even care what movie we pick. I’m too hot and heavy to care about that. I’m just trying to keep myself under control.
“Yeah sure. Whatever.” I say completely distracted,
“[Name].” He snaps me out of it, “You just said no to this movie. And you’re red, are you okay?”
Oh yeah. I’m completely fine apart from the fact that the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on is in my fucking hotel room. With wine. And a movie. And dim lights, but yeahhh, I’m completely fine.
“Huh?” I lick my lower lip, “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just, play Home Alone.”
Satoru shrugs and doesn’t press further, thank goodness.
The bottle is finished. Gojo and I can’t stop giggling at how stupid the whole movie is.
“I mean, who leaves their 8 year old at a hotel, in another country?!”
“You would totallyyyy do that!” I laugh.
We are both way too wine drunk, and way too chatty to make good decisions right now. But that’s a problem for the future.
“I haven’t felt this happy in a while.” I say
“Satoru.” He looks over at me, a little flushed from the wine, “Thank you for this. Seriously. I needed this trip more than you will ever realize.”
He clears his throat and we both realize our proximity, “Of course. No problem. I had an amazing time as well.”
I rest my head atop his shoulder. “This is way better than me staying home and studying. Like, wayyy.”
“I’m glad you think that. You deserve it.” He pats my head gently.
Almost too gentle, like he’s afraid to touch me.
I raise my head from his shoulder. We’re so close that one move from either of us and we would kiss.
Just… one move. One. One little nudge.
My heart is about to explode out of my chest as I realize that Satoru Gojo is looking at my lips and licking his own.
I press my lips against his. I let him register it for a while, then realize he isn’t reciprocating.
I pull back, mortified. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so sorry.”
“What’re you sorry about?”
“For kissing you. I shouldn’t have. I got carried away-“
I furrow my brows together because one, he doesn’t seem mad, and two, he doesn’t seem mad?
“If you weren’t going to do it, I would’ve.” He says honestly.
This time, it’s him pressing his lips on top of my mine and waiting for reciprocation.
After a couple seconds and registering what the fuck is going on, I kiss him back.
The kiss is hot, forbidden, so so morally wrong, yet so so right.
His lips against mine, just like our hands, fit like two pieces of a puzzle.
I keep our lips connected as he slips his tongue in, gently. Asking for permission.
Of course, I grant it. Who would I be not to?
Our lips and tongues dance as I shuffle around to be able to straddle his lap with my thighs.
Am I getting carried away? Probably. Do I care? Absolutely not.
Our hands are all over each other, fondling, lightly scratching, rubbing and simply feeling each other’s bodies.
We finally pull back from the kiss, both of us catching our breath and a light hue of red on either of our faces.
“What? You don’t want to keep going?” He asks uncertain.
“No, I’m not sure I can stop.” I crash my lips against his again, this time, hungrier, teeth clashing together.
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“Satoru Gojo is the best professor the school has to offer. His genuine love for teaching translates directly into his courses. His understanding and passion for his students don’t go unnoticed by the ones interested in his subject. Thank you, Professor.”
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