cw. bi! gojo, fem! reader, teacher gojo & reader, mild coercion, dubcon to full consent, unprotected sex, riding, fingering, doggy sex, sex in an office, breeding, mutual orgasm, swearing, teasing, multiple orgasms (fem), overstimulation.
synopsis. gojo has had his sights set on you since he met you. too bad he's ran through.
a curious psychology student would have the time of their life trying to determine why gojo satoru is such an attention seeking whore. he grew up normal. got plenty of love from friends, teachers and family, so that couldn't be the reason why he acts so needy.
satoru fucks anything pretty with no discrimination. girls, guys, anyone with a sharp tongue and fluttering lashes who call him pretty words, whether it's stupid whore or pretty boy, he's on it like a moth to a neon flame.
his body is a testament to that life. he works hard to make himself as appealing to as many people as possible. he's got broad shoulders, muscles that flex and strain against the tight clothes he often opts to wear, nipples pierced with silver bars that catch the light just right, a belly button ring, and snug briefs that never give an inch of comfort or modesty. he never wears boxers, always briefs. it's because comfort doesn't come first, flashing and teasing does.
satoru doesn't even bother to pretend like he's not a slut. he lives for it, actually. he'll come to a party in the tightest shirt possible that rides up any time he even shifts his arms, with pants that show the imprint of his fat cock, and relishes in the way everyone's eyes turn to him. then he'll lounge on a couch with his legs spread obscenely wide, ensuring his bulge is framed just right, and grins at anyone whose eyes linger.
he makes propositions, too. saying "yeah, i'd fuck you," between sips of alcohol, then grins at the way his victim blushes and squirms at all the affection they're receiving from him. "c'mere, lemme see what that mouth does," he'll laugh, tugging someone into his arms. he'll ride some big, beefy man's thighs in front of a crowd simply because it makes his cock throb harder knowing people are watching.
in bed he's worse. he moans like a pornstar, loud and unashamed, begging and groaning and making sure everyone in the building knows he's getting his hole stuffed or his cock milked dry. he loves being degraded. call him a dumb slut, a pretty bitch, a whore, and he'll cum for it. he'll rut against the sheets while he's being edged, smearing precum all over, moaning "fuck, please, I'll do anything, just put it in."
and he loves cum. he wants it everywhere, on his face, dripping down his chin, sprayed across his abs, soaking his briefs, in his ass, or if he's doing the fucking, he'll paint it all over the person's body. but his favorite is filling up someone with his thick loads.
he'll leave parties with strangers and come home the next morning with bruises on his thighs, bite marks on his chest, silver bars through his nipples swollen from being tugged all night.
as you walk down the quiet hallways of jujutsu high, having finished teaching your last class of the day, you try to ignore the chattering from the other teachers about the so-called "charmer" on staff. you've heard enough rumors of gojo satoru and how good he allegedly is in bed, because the second the students are gone for the day, all the teachers like to do is gossip. and their favorite topic is one they all have in common, satoru.
it seems as though they've all had turns with him and just want to whisper about their experience. but you don't care for any of it. you really don't care.
which is why he seems so interested in you.
leaning against the wall outside of the teacher's lounge as he listens to all the noise in there around the halls about him, he watches you head towards your office. you're new. cute in a way that's untouched and unaware, and that just makes you all the more enticing to him. he loves untouched goods.
"hey there," he says, voice smooth as he steps up to your side, keeping pace with you. "looks like i finally get a chance to meet you, newbie."
you glance up from your papers in hand halfheartedly, giving a polite but curt nod. "hello."
that's it. no flirting, blushing, or checking him out. no reaction, just neutrality. like he's a speck of dust on your notebook.
his grin falters slightly, brows lifting incredulously. did he just... not get the reaction he wanted? he takes a step closer to press up against your side, invading your space, hand brushing lightly against your arm provocatively. "not impressed by me?" he tries to hide his offense with teasing. "surely you've heard about my... talents." he pauses. "at teaching and sorcery, of course."
you shrug, keeping your gaze on the papers in your arms. "i've heard a few things."
he narrows his eyes for a second, hoping the suggestive tone in his voice would at least make you think about everything you've heard about him in bed, and how he's trying to catch you off guard. but he keeps his composure. "anything interesting then?"
you lean away from him slightly, making a left towards your destination. you still don't take the bait. "not particularly."
satoru is not used to this.
people usually react in some way or another. blush, hesitate, flirt back, get nervous... something. but here you are, giving hints that you want him to fuck off, not fuck you.
"nothing about me interests you at all?" his entire ego is shaking. satoru leans closer again, grinning through his offense, and raises his blindfold enough to stare into your eyes. "hm. don't think i won't find a way to make you change your mind. i'm very persuasive."
you brush him off by disappearing into your room and making a point to close the door on his face.
from then on, satoru doesn't leave you alone. he's everywhere you are, even when he has no reason to be. the hallway, the lounge, the the parking lot - you walk into a space, and he's already there, getting into your space. every movement you make, every subtle shift of your posture, every nervous brush of your fingers against your own papers, he notices. he watches. how you slowly start to crack under the pressure of his unwavering attention.
he's touchy, too. puts his hand on your ass to guide you through a door he's held open for you, grabs your hips and looks over your head to see what you've got in your hands, and squeezes through tight spaces you're in to brush his cock against your ass so you feel what you're doing to him.
he looks at you as though he's imagined having you, under him, gasping and whimpering at his touch and his cock stuffing you full. his behavior reflects this too.
you realized staying to work so late was a bad idea the minute gojo offered to spend the extra hours with you. when he'd asked, you'd simply shrugged and waved him off, having forgotten about agreeing to his request of; "oh, you're staying late? mind if i stick back with you? i have so much to get done too, and i'll work so much better if i have someone to help me focus."
it wasn't a problem to gojo. he simply reminded you of your agreement by dragging you off to his office once everyone started trickling out. now he's sprawled at his desk, papers scattered everywhere, pen balanced between his fingers because he hasn't actually done a single bit of work since you walked in.
"you know," he says, leaning back in his chair as you flip through a stack of research notes, "most people would kill for alone time with me. you won't even give me a smile. i'm hurt."
"you could actually help instead of talking," you reply flatly, not looking up.
"i am helping," he says easily, and the scrape of the chair legs follows as he moves closer to your side. gojo peers down at your notes, chin hovering just above your shoulder. "see? moral support."
with a sigh, you push one of the papers toward him. "if you want to be useful, read that section and summarize it." gojo takes the paper, but instead of reading, his eyes lift up to meet yours again.
"i'd get a lot more work done if you were here on my lap to guide me."
your eyes lift from the desk to glare at him. "not a chance."
he pouts, giving you his best puppy dog look possible. "but i'm so cold, and i keep fidgeting, and all of this work is just so overwhelming. why don't we share an assignment? that way we can use both our brainpower to get it done twice as fast. then you get to go home sooner. isn't that what you want so badly, teacher? to run away from me?"
you watch him for a minute, catching the way he veils his sarcasm and mockery so intricately. if you weren't as observant as you are, it'd be hard to notice that he's trying to get in your head. not taking your eyes off his pitiful expression, you give a small, unimpressed hum. "or," you say slowly, "you could just focus for once in your life."
he grins wider, leaning closer until his shadow spills across your notebook. "oh, i am focused. just not on the paper."
"satoru," he corrects, voice almost coaxing. "say my name properly. because we're friends, aren't we?"
you give him a long, withering look, the kind meant to shut him up. it only makes him beam. his knee bumps yours beneath the desk. deliberate. testing.
every time you shift away, he follows and skates his fingers along the edge of your chair, the tips brushing lightly on your leg. "you're really determined to resist me, huh?" his tone is light and mocking. "that's cute."
"you think everything's cute," you respond back shortly, pushing his hand off you, to which he responds with a pout.
"not everything." he leans in just enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off him and smell his cologne. "just you." you turn your head sharply, but his smirk only deepens when your eyes meet. you're so close you can see the faint glint of his nipple bar glinting under the thin fabric of his shirt.
your heartbeat stumbles. beyond your better judgement, knowing he won't stop pestering you until he gets what he wants, you oblige with a roll of your eyes. "fine. i'll sit on your lap and help you. but if you touch me, i'm leaving again."
he perks up excitedly, spreading his legs to make space for you to sit. "you got it." he says far too playfully, taking your hand once you stand and dragging you to sit on his broad thighs. you can feel something hot twitch against your butt the moment you're seated.
shaking your head, you ignore his nonsense and give him the benefit of the doubt. his thing probably isn't as big as what's prodding you right now anyway. maybe he's got something in his pants. maybe he's the type to stuff his bulge with socks. you wouldn't put it past him.
you return to your work, analyzing the figures on your paper intently when satoru slides his hand between your legs, just holding his palm against your soft mound unabashedly. you whip your head back so fast he gets a gust of your sweet shampoo. "what are you doing?" you snap at him, to which he simply responds with a grin.
"my hand's cold. and you're all warm over here, direct body heat, y'know?"
"can't you hold them in your own lap?" you shoot back, hitting his hand when it pushes against your clothed pussy.
he shakes his head quickly. there's a look on his face that gives off the impression that he planned this whole thing. "not with you sitting on me. and don't move, this is better."
you let out a breathy moan when he rubs his hand up and down your pussy through your panties. you couldn't believe you wore a skirt today. it's as if fate wanted you to be easily accessible to him. "satoru," you warn through your little breathy pants. all that does is make him preen, your use of his name spurring him on.
"tell me to stop and i will." he hesitates, but doesn't remove his hand from where it's cupping your mound. you press your lips together to prevent any more noises leaving you, thighs clenching around his hand, as it presses firmer into your clothed pussy.
no gesture that you want him to stop.
he lets out a huff through his nose and nods. "thought so."
satoru's fingers slip under your soggy panties and start toying with your folds, long cold fingers circling and rubbing up from your hole to your clit. he gathers the slick arousal that's already coating your lower lips, then spreads it around with delight, watching you squirm around. "oh, you're sensitive." he says, voice full of mock sympathy. "is this why you didn't want me to touch you? cause your pussy's all messy?"
you're about to tell him to shut up, but he beats you to it, easing a long, dexterous digit inside you. he immediately feels your silk walls flutter and clench around the intrusion, sucking him in greedily. satoru begins to pump his finger inside you steadily, his thumb circling your clit in time with each thrust.
his other hand comes up to grope your breast, fingers rolling and pinching your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. then, he tugs the neckline down, buttons popping open the further he stretched it. your soft, pillowy mounds get exposed to the cool air and his greedy gaze, and he wastes no time in angling you so he can take one into his warm mouth, suckling and grazing a nipple with his teeth.
the finger in you gives a sudden twist inside you as he eases it inside you to the knuckle, prodding and nudging against your squishy insides. his thumb hasn't stopped on your clit, and neither has his mouth on your breast. so much stimulation to your body at once has you overwhelmed and already embarrassingly close.
somehow, he knows how close you are, and spreads you out using two fingers, slipping his middle one in with his ring finger, then, unexpectedly, a third.
you feel so full from his fingers alone, and your hand grabs at his wrist as he plunges his fingers in and out of you, sending your juices dribbling and gushing out of your hole. "oh my g-gosh, please!" you cry out, squirming and squeezing around his wrist firmly when he starts fucking you with his finger rough and slow, pushing firmer on your clit and rolling it around now that he knows you're about to cum. he pulls off your tit and soothes where it's puffy and swollen from his sucking with his tongue.
you let out a pathetic and needy sound, body pushed back into his as you cum around his fingers, walls clamping and fluttering around him as your orgasm crashes through you, cream leaking down your joined hands and onto the seat below, creating a wet mess.
"hngh- s-satoru, take 'em out now, too much!" you babble, though your hand never exits from around his wrist and you keep grinding your clit into the soft pads of his fingers. "now you wanna use my first name?" he says, finally slipping his fingers out of your pussy with a gooey pop, taking them into his mouth and cleaning them off while you look back at him, embarrassed, but moreso, aroused.
satoru sits you upright on his lap and aligns your bare pussy directly on his bulge, holding your hips and slowly starting to grind you on his clothed cock, hands groping and rough against your body. "ngh- you feel so good... body's so soft," he praises, moving his hands down to your ass, tugging his lip between his teeth and moaning as the flesh just molds into the shape of his hands. it's like you're made for him.
the rough sensation of his slacks to your swollen, folds leaves you twitching and gasping, and your hands rush to cling onto his shoulders. he lifts his hips a little each time he nudges you forward, making sure the seam, bumpy and textured - hits your embarrassingly hard clit over and over. it's almost torturous, how he's making you continue even though you just came, but you don't tell him to stop. you don't want to tell him to stop.
instead, you gasp and look down, fumbling with his zipper needily and wanting him to stuff you full. if you've already gone this far, you might as well see what all the hype is about. if king satoru gojo is as good as he seems to be.
he smirks and lifts his hips a little further so you can free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers, and lifts the hem of his top into his mouth so you can see his pretty piercings, gold today, and his toned, pale body. he grins at the way your movements slow a little. you take the time to study his body appreciatively, before rolling your eyes. "fucking arrogant-" is the last thing you say before his long, thick cock slips out of his bottoms and hits his tummy.
well, there's another thing for satoru to brag about.
his cock is just about perfect, pale and pretty with a dusky pink, flared head. slightly curved, with veins wrapping around the shaft and sitting pretty on a plump pair of balls. you nearly salivate.
"you think it'll fit?" he looks up at you, making sure to fake sincerity again, furrowing his brows and fanning his lashes at you. "i can fuck you with my fingers more if your little pussy isn't stretched out properly-"
you scowl at him, and, determined to prove him wrong, push your panties to the side and spread yourself just as he did before he slipped those three thick fingers in you.
your pussy slowly descends around him, inner muscles instantly wrapping around his sensitive head, causing joint moans to leave both your lips. his head is tilted to the side so he can look at your face even with your back to him, and his eyes don't leave you once as you sink down nice and slow onto his cock. not even to look at the way your pussy stretches around him to accomodate him inside you. he just can't get over your expression. eyes hazy, lips parted in a silent moan that turns into a shaky gasp as you finally take in his thick base. you've managed to take in every bit of him; his dick isn't visible anymore because it's sheathed completely inside you.
with quivering thighs, you try to grab the handle of his chair and lift yourself up to begin riding his thick cock, but he beats you to it, grabbing you and handling you up and down onto his cock with no warning.
you squeal out his name and tip your head back into his shoulder as he wastes no time in controlling the pace of your fucking, lifting you up and down on his throbbing cock like you're a toy. his hands span across your body, big and heavy as he guides you, your toes curling where they're skimming the floor.
he kicks your legs open a little wider so your pussy's spread to take in more of him, sucking down his cock each time he bottoms out. he can feel how deep it hits inside you, pushing up against the deepest, softest parts inside you that cling to the head of his cock each time he tries to pull out. he's sure to grind his hips up onto that spot each time they milk him in.
you moan loudly when he does, fingers wrapping around his and guiding down so he can push on the faint bulge in your tummy that appears when you're seated fully on his cock. he groans and takes your lead. "fuck, your pussy's so soft." he moans, licking a broad stripe along the side of your neck. "soft and ngh- tight and creamy. best i've ever had, i think. oh shit."
he keeps rolling the swollen head of his cock against that velvety spot inside your inner walls, causing both of you to moan in unison yet again, louder as he lifts you up to leave only his tip in you, before sinking you back down around his cock, your pussy rippling around his cock as it adapts to his size.
each thrust stirs around the creamy mix of your shared juices inside you, both your slick from the orgasm you've just had, and the creamy loads of precum that keep drooling out of him. "s-satoru, we're making a mess," you gasp, watching and hearing the mess leaking out from where the two of you are joined, hitting the floor and the chair under you.
satoru groans and stands up, pushing you over the desk and bending you in half, thrusting his cock back into you rough and sudden. he lets out a pleased huff at your squeal your body not accommodated to this new angle, but you quickly get overcome again with the feeling of him fucking into you hard and fast, his hands caging you in under him.
"you look so pretty like this," he pants, leaning down over you to push his body against yours, making sure his cock stays as deep inside you as it can go while he pounds his hips into your ass, balls slapping into you. "fucked dumb on my cock. don't you wish we did this sooner?" he pants into your skin, tongue poking out to lick your sweet skin. "just ask me if you wanna fuck from now on, okay? mnh- i'll let you do whatever you want to me."
you pant, orgasm nearing the more his cock spears into you, the repeated motion making your brain slow and clogged up as he hits your sweet spot again and again and again, his mouth closed around your throat now to suck marks on your sweat slick skin. "satoru-! please, please please," your words are a blend of hiccups and whines as a stream of tears from overstimulation start falling down your face, which is smushed against the cool surface of the table. as are your tits, which are still bare and rubbing against cloth and polished wood, your nipples swollen and puffy.
your pleading is drowned out by the sloppy sounds of his thrusts, squelching and plap! - ing as he chases his orgasm.
withdrawing his hips just a few inches back, satoru shoves right back inside with no warning, deep enough until he feels it won't go further. the flared head of his cock presses tight against your cervix, putting pressure inside you until you can't take it anymore, legs shaking before you gush around his cock.
your pussy milks him in and clamps down around him as your juices spill around his shaft, coating his balls. he grunts, hips stuttering as he pushes firmer against your cervix, cumming straight inside you and spilling into your womb, hot, creamy fluid overflowing inside you until some trickles out alongside your mess.
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