── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑. ❩ during the hell guard academy era, zanka made it his plan to be your absolute nightmare—constantly glaring, shoving you in the halls. in reality, he has a crush on you that he’s scared to admit. but something distracts him, suddenly he blurts out the truth he’s been dying to hide.
ೀ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 - zanka & reader aged up, sorta angst, gentle then rough sex, choking, face slapping, safe-word applied, dirty talking, pet names (baby, sweet girl, love, etc), making out, marking, sorta bdsm, degrading?, wc - 7.0k
⊹ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ zanka! nijiku x fem! reader
— 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˚. ᵎᵎ
you were walking in the hall, just going to your class. suddenly, someone pushed you. you looked around and saw zanka. he glared at you, looking mad like usual. then he walked away quickly.
this happened many times at the hell guard academy. zanka always seemed so mad at you. he would shove you in the halls and give you mean looks. you never knew why he disliked you so much.
maybe you did something wrong, or maybe you said something bad about him. but you couldn't remember doing anything to make zanka so angry. you were just a girl who didn't talk much unless spoken to.
so why did zanka hate you? why did he always treat you so badly? you wished you knew the real reason. but for now, you just had to deal with his constant anger and pushing in the halls. it made going to class hard sometimes.
one day, when zanka was pushing you extra hard, he accidentally said something strange. "i...i can't keep pretending..." he muttered. but then he stopped talking and walked away fast, before you could ask what he meant.
you wondered what zanka was going to say before he stopped. did he want to say something important about why he really felt? something more than just anger? you hoped one day you would find out the truth.
even sometimes in class, zanka would suddenly throw crumpled paper at you. it would hit your head or fall on your desk. you never knew why he did this. the teacher and other students would look at you both, but zanka just glared more.
this happened many times. zanka would ball up a piece of paper and toss it at you, even when the teacher was talking. he did it when you weren't looking.
you tried to ignore it and focus on the lesson. but it was hard when paper kept hitting you.
even one time, a small piece of paper hit your cheek. you wiped it off and saw zanka staring at you. he looked away quickly when you caught his eye.
you still wished you knew why zanka acted this way. throwing paper at you in class was disruptive and mean. but you didn't know how to ask him. so you just kept sitting there, feeling mixed up inside.
during practice, things got worse with zanka. he’d team up on you on purpose, his jinki ready to attack. you stood there nervously, not knowing what to do.
zanka would charge at you, his weapon raised. you jumped back, scared. the other students watched as zanka kept coming at you, again and again.
you tried to defend yourself, but zanka was too fast. he knocked your jinki out of your hand and kicked it away. you were left unarmed, at his will.
the teacher shouted at you both to stop. but as soon as they looked away, zanka attacked again. he grabbed you and threw you to the ground. you hit the dirt hard, the wind knocked out of you.
tears filled your eyes as you lay there. your body hurt and you felt scared. fuck.. why is it always him?
you got up slowly, brushing the dirt off your uniform. zanka glared at you, breathing hard. the other students whispered and pointed.
practice was over, but you felt shaken. you didn't understand anything. it made you feel awful inside.
but something changed one day.
you were late to practice since you accidentally overslept. so you decided to just watch people practice rather than actually doing something.
you looked around to see a new girl— her name was hyo, she had white hair with a bob style. she looks actually stronger than she looks, and honestly you didn’t think much of it.
until zanka was recommenced to fight her, and without doubt he accepted it.
zanka stood in the center of the training ring, his jinki held tight. he looked confident, almost arrogant. he had beaten everyone else today, and he expected the same result with this new girl.
hyo stood across from him, her white bobbed hair still and her expression blank. she didn't look like much, but zanka didn't care. he wanted to show off.
`this is going to be easy.` he smiled.
he lunged forward, a blur of speed and force. his strike was precise, aimed to end the fight quickly. but hyo didn't flinch.
at the last second, she shifted her weight, a small movement that made zanka's attack miss by an inch. before he could recover, she swept his leg out from under him.
zanka hit the ground hard. the sound of his body hitting the dirt echoed through the gym. for a moment, there was total silence. no one had ever seen zanka fall like that. he scrambled to his feet, face red with shock and anger.
he swung again, a wide, desperate strike, but hyo caught his arm. with a quick twist, she sent him spinning.
he crashed into the wall, sliding down until he sat in the dust. his jinki lay a few feet away, useless. hyo didn't follow up; she just stood there, waiting for him to get up.
zanka stared up at her, his chest heaving. he felt small. he felt weak. the humiliation was worse than the pain in his shoulder. he had lost, and everyone was watching.
`how... how did she do that?` he thought.
he tried to stand, but his legs felt like jelly. he looked around the room, seeing the other students whispering. he caught your eye for a split second. usually, he would glare at you, but now his eyes were wide and full of panic. he looked lost.
hyo stepped closer, offering a hand. zanka ignored it, pushing himself up on his own. he grabbed his weapon and walked away, his head down. he didn't look at anyone. he just wanted to disappear.
you were surprised. you had never seen zanka like this before. he always seemed so smart, calm, and strong. but now, he looked small and weak. it was like seeing a totally different person!
zanka usually won every fight easily. he was the best at the academy. but this new girl, hyo, beat him quickly. she was much stronger than anyone thought.
you wondered what zanka was thinking. losing was not something he was used to. maybe this would change how he acted, especially to you. but you didn't know for sure. only time would tell.
during that same night, you went to wash your hands behind the stalls. suddenly you heard a loud sound of something banging on the wall. you took a sneak peak to see zanka.
his gaze locks onto you as you peek around the corner, blood trickling down his temple from where his skull met the unforgiving concrete.
those usually dull eyes are alight with something feral, desperate. he doesn't speak, doesn't move—just watches you through the dim light, chest heaving. the metallic scent of his blood mingles with the stale air.
as you quickly left after realizing he saw you, zanka's expression shifts—pain and anger contorting his features. he slams his fist against the wall one last time before collapsing onto the cold floor, blood pooling beneath him.
his heavy breathing echoes through the empty hallway as he mutters something incoherent to himself.
you went to class like always. but today, zanka didn't push you or anything. he just walked by you without stopping. this was different from before. you felt surprised. why didn't he bother you today? you didn't know why.
after training and managing to study, you finally managed to walk back to your room. you were walking until you felt someone pull you into another room. you realize it was zanka room.
the door slammed shut behind you before you could react.
the room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single desk lamp. zanka stood too close—his breath uneven, his usual sharp glare replaced by something raw and unsteady.
his fingers dug into your wrist, not hard enough to bruise but enough to keep you from pulling away. his other hand pressed flat against the door behind you, caging you in. the wood creaked under his weight.
his thoughts were a mess, loud enough you could almost hear them. his jaw clenched so tight you could see the tendon twitching in his neck. he wasn’t looking at you—just at you, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your face before he ruined it.
then, in a voice so quiet it scraped; "why the hell are you always in my way?"
it wasn’t the usual snarl. it was worse. it was broken. his thumb pressed into the pulse point of your wrist, like he was checking if you were real.
the room felt too small. the silence between his words was heavier than his usual threats.
outside, the academy’s nightly drills echoed—shouts, clanging metal, distant laughter. but in here, it was just the two of you, and the way his chest hitched like he’d forgotten how to breathe.
you tried to talk, but zanka stopped you. he hit your face, not too hard, but enough to make you gasp.
then he grabbed your face with both hands, his fingers digging into your cheeks. he pulled you close, so close you could feel his breath on your lips.
before you could say anything, he kissed you. it was a rough kiss, not gentle at all. his lips pressed hard against yours, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to eat you up.
you tried to pull back, but his hands held you tight. you couldn't move. you could only feel his lips on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. it tasted salty, like tears. or maybe that was just the taste of your own shock.
zanka kissed you until you were out of breath, until your lungs burned and your head spun. he kissed you until he was out of breath too, until he had to pull away and gasp for air.
when he finally let you go, he was breathing hard. his eyes were red and wet, his cheeks flushed. he looked scared, but also angry. angry at you, maybe. or angry at himself.
zanka grabbed your shirt tight. he pulled you to his bed, his hands moving under your shirt. he touched your skin, his fingers going up and up. then he stopped. his hand grabbed your neck. not too hard, but strong.
he looked at you, his face close to yours. his eyes were red and wet. he breathed fast, like he had run a long way.
"fuck... why do you make me feel this way?" he thought, his voice loud in his head. louder than the noise outside the room.
his thumb pressed on your throat, feeling your heartbeat. fast and scared. just like his.
"i can't... i can't keep pretending i don't want you. that i don't need you."
he was angry, but also sad. confused, but sure. sure that he wanted you. that he wanted to touch you more. to hold you. to keep you.
but he was scared. scared of what that meant. scared of what would happen if he admitted it. if he said it out loud.
so he just gripped your neck tighter, his face close to yours. breathing hard. thinking hard. feeling too much.
"why are you so fucking perfect? why do you make me want to.." he couldn't say it. he couldn't say the word. the big, scary word. the word that would change everything.
so he just kissed you again. hard and rough. like he was trying to swallow you. to eat you up. to make you a part of him.
his hands moved on your skin, touching, feeling, claiming. his heart beat fast and loud. and he tried to pretend that this was enough. that this could be enough. that he could have you like this.
you didn't push zanka away. you didn't say no. instead, you looked at him with half lidded eyes. your eyes were shiny, like you were feeling the same thing as him. you accepted what he was doing, not fighting back.
zanka saw this in your eyes. he felt your body relax under his touch, not tensing up. this made him feel even more sure that you wanted him to keep going.
his hands kept moving on your skin, under your shirt. they explored your back, your sides, your stomach. he touched you like he was trying to learn every inch of you. like he wanted to remember how you felt.
he breathed faster, his heart beating hard.
his thumb rubbed your neck, feeling your soft skin. his other hand slid up to your chest, right over your heart. he could feel it beating, beating for him.
he couldn't believe it. he had been so sure you hated him. that you were scared of him. but now... now he wasn't sure of anything. except that he needed you. he needed to keep touching you.
so he did. he kept kissing you, kept holding you, kept exploring your body with his hands. he did it until the world outside the room faded away.
zanka took off your clothes fast and aggressively. his hands touched your skin, squeezing your neck a little. he slapped your face again, making you arch your back on the bed.
he looked at your body, his eyes dark. he wanted to touch you more, to feel every part of you. his hands moved all over, not gentle at all.
"fuck... you're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and shaky. "i can't... i can't control myself."
zanka whispered to you as he took off your panties. "say 'red' if it's too much," he said. his voice was low and serious. he wanted you to tell him if he was hurting you too much.
you made a soft sound, a moan. your body shook a little as zanka touched you. you felt his fingers on your skin, taking off the last of your clothes. you were almost naked now, only a thin shirt left on.
zanka saw how you reacted. he heard your moan and felt you tremble. this made him feel even more sure that you wanted him to keep going. that you liked his touch, even if it was rough.
his heart beat fast as he looked at your almost naked body. he wanted to touch more, to explore every curve and line. he wanted to make you moan again. louder.
his hands moved to your hips, squeezing gently. he pulled you closer to him, so your bodies were almost touching. he could feel the heat of your skin, the way your heart beat fast.
zanka took off his pants quickly. his length, touched your legs. it rubbed against your inner thighs as he moved closer to you on the bed.
you could feel how much he wanted you, how excited he was. his breathing got faster and louder. he looked at your almost naked body with hungry eyes.
his hands gripped your hips tighter as he pressed against you. waiting for your answer, waiting to keep touching you.
"more..." you wanted him to keep touching you, to keep making you feel good.
he felt a rush of heat at your words. his heart pounded in his chest. he wanted you so badly, more than anything.
his hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts. he took off your shirt, making he squeezed them gently, feeling their softness. he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, making them hard.
he leaned down and kissed your neck, your collarbone, your chest. he licked and sucked at your skin, leaving marks behind.
"fuck, you taste so good," he breathed against you. "i can't get enough of you."
his hips pressed harder against yours, his length rubbing along your inner thighs.
he looked into your eyes, his own dark with desire. "tell me what you want," he said, his voice low and rough. "tell me how you want me to touch you."
“touch me zanka— i need you.. zanka..” you said breathlessly
he felt a surge of heat at the sound of his name on your lips. his heart raced and his body pressed closer to yours, skin to skin.
"fuck, baby, you drive me crazy," he growled, his voice rough with desire. his hands roamed your curves, touching and squeezing. "i want to make you feel so good. i want to give you everything you need."
he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep. at the same time, he hitched your leg up over his hip, opening you to him. he rubbed his hard length along your wet folds, feeling your heat.
you let out a soft moan as you felt zanka's hard tip press against your entrance. your body trembled with anticipation and desire.
"ahh... zanka..." you breathed out, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. your hands gripped his strong shoulders, feeling the muscles flex under your fingers.
zanka's breath caught as he heard your needy moan. he saw the way you looked at him, with such want and longing. it made him feel powerful and turned on.
"fuck, baby, you're so ready for me," he said, his voice deep and rough. he rubbed his tip up and down your wet slit, coating it in your juices. "i can feel how much you want me inside you."
his hand slid down to your hip, gripping it tightly. he pulled you closer, lining himself up with your entrance. the head of his cock pushed against your opening, demanding to be let in.
you gasped as you felt zanka slowly push inside you. your body stretched around his hard length, a mix of pleasure and pressure.
"ohhh... zanka..." you moaned softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. your hips moved slightly, wanting to feel more of him.
zanka let out a low groan as he slid deeper, your tight walls squeezing his cock. "fuck... you feel amazing," he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "so fucking tight and perfect."
he kept pushing until he was fully inside you, his hips pressed against yours. he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. his heart raced as he looked down at you, taking in your expression.
"tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice gentle despite the intensity in his eyes. "i don't want to hurt you."
you nodded at zanka, giving him the signal to keep going. your body felt full and stretched around his hard length inside you. it was intense, but you wanted more.
zanka saw your nod and felt your body relax under his. he took that as his signal to start moving. slowly at first, he pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained inside you. then he pushed forward again, sliding deep into your tight heat.
"oh fuck..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the feeling of your walls squeezing him. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. so tight and wet for me."
he started to move faster, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. the bed creaked softly with each thrust. he braced himself on his elbows, looking down at you with a mix of lust and something softer in his eyes.
zanka started to talk softly as he moved inside you, his voice low and rough. "fuck, your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock," he said, his hips rolling steadily. "i love how tight you are for me, love."
he leaned down to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "you're just a needy girl, aren't you? so desperate for my dick." his words were degrading, but his voice was gentle, almost loving.
one of his hands slid up your side to your breast, squeezing it roughly. he pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling it and tugging on it. "look at these perfect tittys, just begging to be touched," he said, his eyes dark with lust.
his other hand slid down to your ass, gripping it hard. he pulled your hip forward as he thrust into you, hitting a deeper spot inside. "take my cock, you dirty girl," he growled.
zanka kept moving inside you, his thrusts getting harder and faster. his hand slid up to your throat, wrapping around it. he squeezed gently, not too hard, but enough to make you feel it.
"fuck, i love seeing my hand on your pretty neck," he said, his voice low and rough.
at the same time, he slapped your cheek lightly with his other hand. it wasn't hard, but it made a soft smacking sound.
"such a sweet girl, letting me fuck you like this," he said, his hips rolling into yours.
he kept talking, his words filthy. but his touch was almost gentle, almost loving. like he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop touching you and claiming you as his.
"hnghhh— right there z..zanka.." you whispered, biting your lips.
he groaned as he felt your walls clench around his hard cock. he knew he was hitting a special spot inside you. "fuck, you like that, don't you baby?" he said, his voice rough with lust. "you like it when i hit your sweet spot like this?"
he kept thrusting, his hips slapping against yours. his hand stayed on your neck, squeezing gently. he could feel your pulse jumping under his fingers.
"such a responsive girl," he growled. "i love seeing you come apart on my cock." his other hand slid down to rub your clit, circling it with his fingers. "come on, baby. let me feel you cum. cum all over me."
your back arched sharply as the pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling violently beneath zanka.
a broken cry tore from your throat, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders as your walls clenched rhythmically around him. the sensation was overwhelming.
zanka groaned at the sight, his hips stuttering as your orgasm milked him. "fuck—yes," he gritted out, his voice rough with approval.
his grip on your throat tightened just enough to ground you, his other hand still working your clit in slow, deliberate circles to draw out the aftershocks. "that’s it, love. take it. take all of it."
his thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he chased his own release. the bedframe bumped against the wall, the sound mixing with your ragged moans and his low, filthy praise. "look at you—so fucking perfect when you cum. my perfect girl."
the words sent another smaller tremor through you, your body still sensitive and overstimulated.
zanka didn’t let up, his hips snapping forward with renewed urgency, his cock swelling inside you. his free hand slid up to grip your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat as he leaned down to bite at the skin there—marking you, claiming you.
"gonna fill you up," he growled against your ear, his voice dark with promise. "gonna cum so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days." his rhythm slowed, his body tensing as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you with a guttural groan.
his weight pressed you into the mattress, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he rode out the last waves of his release.
for a long moment, neither of you moved. the only sounds were your breathing and the distant hum of the academy beyond the door.
zanka’s fingers loosened from your throat, trailing down to trace idle patterns on your collarbone. his touch was almost tender now, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.
"fuck. what the hell did i just do?" the thought flickered through his mind, sharp with panic. but then you shifted beneath him, your body still trembling faintly, and he shoved the doubt away.
but instead, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin like he was memorizing the taste of you.
"mine," he murmured, the word barely audible. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest as he rolled onto his side, keeping you close. his heartbeat thudded against your back, steady but fast.
outside, the academy’s night carried on—unaware, uncaring. but in this room, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled around your legs. zanka’s fingers traced lazy circles on your hip, his breath warm against your hair.
and for the first time in a long time, neither of you felt the need to speak.
professor!geto x university student!reader x professor!gojo
cw: fem!reader, face slapping / impact kink, overstimulation, double penetration, age gaps, student/teacher relationship, oral (m. receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, power dynamics, praising, porn with barely any plot. mdni.
wc: 1.8k words.
a/n: first time writing a fanfic & it's smut.. also please ignore mistakes in anatomy i'm not an actual med student it was all guesses from researching 🥲
At Jujutsu University, professors Gojo and Geto are known for being complete opposites. To start, Gojo resides in the physics department, and Geto teaches anatomy. While Gojo is considered to be more laid-back, giving out free periods whenever he doesn’t feel like teaching, Geto rarely cancels lessons and always makes sure to have homework assigned by the end of class. Geto is more strict with deadlines, but Gojo will accept any late work as long as it’s turned in before the end of the school year. There is only one universally agreed upon aspect of the both of them, and that is the fact that they are the school’s heartthrobs. Fellow teachers, students, and even a few parents have been lured in by Gojo’s relaxed humor and Geto’s effortless charm. All of this isn’t to say that one is better than the other, or that they might spite each other, because it’s exactly the opposite; almost everyone knows that they are extremely close with each other, having also attended Jujutsu University together in their younger days. Almost everyone, that is, except for you…
You’re taking Gojo’s physics class, and barely scraping by with an A thanks to the fact that he’s kind enough to tutor you outside of school. You wish you could say the same for anatomy class, but unfortunately your grade is currently at a C-, and it’s almost the end of the school year. It doesn’t help that you always feel Geto’s eyes on you during class; sometimes it feels like he’s watching your failures and basking in them.
But now, you have no choice except to seek him out so that you can at least try to save your grade, which has continued to fall. It’s a sunny summer day after school when you finally build up the courage to ask for his help. You’re wearing a ruffled denim skirt with a button-up short-sleeve shirt, and yet it’s still so warm outside that you have to tie your hair into a loose braid. You open the door to Geto’s second-floor classroom and get hit by a blast of cold air to your relief. The clear blue sky stares back at you from outside the window. Stepping in, you’re met with the sight of him, sitting at his desk, in the process of tying his hair up. He doesn’t notice you until you clear your throat and attempt your nicest smile. Geto drops his hands and his jet black hair pools over his long-sleeve shirt that has been rolled up to his elbows as his eyes glance up to meet yours. You cross the room and set your bag down on one of the tables near the front before walking up to his to desk.
“Hey. What can I do for you?” A small, polite smile crosses his face, contrasting with his sharp features.
“Mr. Geto, is there any way I can boost up my grade before the end of the year? I’ll do anything, I can’t have a C on my transcript,” Your eyes lock with his intense yet captivating gaze, which is a mesmerizing shade of violet. His eyes flicker with a hint of amusement and something else you can’t quite discern.
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And now you find yourself on all fours on the floor in front of his desk chair, your dignity completely stripped from you. Your button up has been loosened, and your skirt is bunched around your waist. Geto watches you from above, but your eyes are fixed on his hands, which are busy unzipping his pants. There’s a noticeable tent straining against the fabric and you unconsciously hold your breath in anticipation. You can feel heat flowing through your body and seeping through your underwear. He pulls down his boxers, freeing his erection, and it twitches in the sudden cold air. A vein runs along the underside, and it’s all you can do to cease your staring. You press your lips to his enormous cock, getting ready to take him in your open mouth. Geto’s hum of disapproval reverberates through your joined bodies and you glance up at him.
“Normally, I’d set up a model for you, but I think you should have the opportunity to access a live diagram. So, I’d like you to name all the parts of my appendage,” He grins slyly.
You stare back at him, appalled. Sure, you had expected to get sexual, but now you were being quizzed half-naked. You search for words to say, but your mind is a blank.
“Hey. Did you hear me?” His voice sounds gruff.
“Um.. What should I even start with? What if I don’t know any?” You can hear the confusion in your own voice.
“Anything. Just try and guess. Don’t you want your grade to be raised?” Still, you can’t respond, your mind clouding with bewilderment. Geto sighs and grabs his tip, expectance in his eyes.
“Glans..?” You look up hopefully at him.
A satisfied smile plays across his face and you feel relief flow through you. “That’s right. Good job.” His hand slides to the widest part of his head.
“That’s the corona.. right?” He doesn’t answer, but he still seems to be satisfied, so you take it as an affirmation.
His fist drifts to his shaft, and he raises an eyebrow. “What two tissues are around this part?”
Your mind goes empty. “Um.. I only remember that one of the two is the corpora cavernosa—”
An echoing smack sounds out in the room and you feel a sharp pain in your cheek. You’re reeling from the sudden vertigo and can only glare up at him in shock.
“What was that for?” You grumble, cradling your red cheek.
His other hand gripping your hair tightens. “You only got half of it right. The other tissue is the corpus spongiosum.”
This goes on until you finish recalling all the components, a slap occasionally being inflicted upon you for each wrong answer. By the end of it, your face stings and your eyes are brimming with tears.
“Good girl,” He murmurs as he cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes and letting his cool fingers soothe the burning ache. Through the sound of his voice and the comfort of his touch, you don’t hear the door softly opening and shutting, nor the soft footsteps approaching. You also don’t notice Geto’s eyes drifting up from your face to somewhere behind you.
Suddenly, a calloused hand comes to rest on the back of your shirt. Your eyes snap open and your head swivels back, only to meet the sight of bright blue eyes and tufts of white hair. A cocky grin is plastered across Gojo’s handsome face.
“My best friend and my favorite student. Who would’ve thought?”
“Mr. Gojo— it’s not how it looks..” You frantically try to look for an explanation.
Geto’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “It’s exactly how it looks, Satoru.”
Gojo’s grin widens. “In that case, Suguru, mind if I join?”
Satoru? Suguru? You hesitate. “..If it’s okay with Mr. Geto.”
You see Geto nod briefly in his direction and crane your head to see Gojo hurriedly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his briefs. His half-hard cock is instantly released and, in one swift motion, he pulls your panties down to your knees. Gojo suddenly presses up against your pussy, groaning against the wetness. You moan out from the friction and your head whips back forward. He starts to drag along your folds, which only earns more sounds of pleasure out of you.
“Hey, don’t get distracted now.” You’re startled by Geto’s strained voice as he regains his grasp on your hair. Looking up to meet his eyes, you’re surprised at the fact that you find lust swimming among the purple shades. You nod silently, too stunned and confused to speak. He urges your head down to his own—still hard—cock and presses it against your lips. You open your mouth, immediately taking his length down your throat. He lets out a loud grunt, his hips involuntarily slightly thrusting deeper. This ordeal apparently brings Gojo some degree of gratification, because he takes it as his sign to stop rubbing against you and slam fully into your dripping hole. You whimper the best you can with Geto still in your mouth and in your way, which only furthers his pleasure as he feels your throat vibrating around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Gojo mumbles, seemingly to himself, as his hand runs along your lower back and holds your skirt up further so that it doesn’t get into his view. His thrusts are quick, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room, along with his groaning. On the other hand, Geto is contained, barely, as he makes sure his tip reaches deep with each thrust. As he nears his climax, he speeds up, unable to control himself anymore. His moans fill the air along with the noises already coming from Gojo.
Everything feels so mind-numbingly good that you can hardly process what is happening before your orgasm ripples violently through your body. Your vision goes white and all you can attempt to do is keep yourself upright while both men continue to fuck you through your daze. Gojo swears under his breath as he feels you tighten around him, realizing he, too, is on the verge of his own release.
“Cumming,” is all Geto manages to get out. You barely understand the gravity of his words before you feel the hot liquid stream into your mouth. He sits there panting, a fistful of your hair still under his dominance. He slowly pulls himself out, the strings of his cum sticking to your lips. Although he’s soft, he still seems to revel in the sight of you swallowing the aftermath.
“Feels good, hmm?” He asks softly, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. A pitiful whine is all you can manage in your fucked-out state.
Gojo suddenly lets out a heavy moan as he thrusts his hips fully into your hole, forcing himself balls-deep before shooting blazing white ropes across your insides. You sob out again from the pleasurable sense of being so filled up. Gojo quickly pulls out and tucks himself back into his clothes, obviously trying to hide the blush on his face.
“Well, I’ve got to get going,” is along the lines of what he mutters as he practically dashes out Geto’s classroom door. You’d have to deal with that sooner or later, so you decide to stay quiet and save it for another time. You look back up at Geto expectantly, ready to argue for what you had initially came for. He’s already looking at you, and you can see the gears shifting in his head as he decides what grade to give you.
“The best I can do for you as a final grade is a B+.”
