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cult leader suguru geto x religion by lana del rey

“Put me in a movie” - SATORU GOJO

Gojo is a bad teacher but it doesn't matter when you're his favorite girl; c'mon you know you like little girls... you can be my daddy...

TW: MDNI (18+), teacher-student relationship, porn with a plot, mention of grooming, pussy drunk Gojo and lowkey a creep, minors exploitation, angst/smut, dark content, power play

WC: 5k, art by @_3aem on twitter

From day one, Satoru knew you’d bring him trouble. You were, by no means, a saint, but with a skill good enough to fool others, you might as well have looked like one.

In a way, you did remind him all too much of his own younger self, perhaps what made him adore you so much. Too much.

He could only try and deny it for so long, but the more he did, the harder it weighted on him. Besides, was it really so bad that he craved you, now that you were all grown up? From all your stages of maturing, this one surely has become his personal preference.

You were, what he’d call an epitome of a woman. To him, you were everything a woman should be.

You were fucking perfect.

He never lacked self awareness on how fucked up it truly was, considering not even months ago you were barely legal, still technically are.

But nothing could help this madness, especially not when you’d be just so damn sweet. Asking about his well being, you care for your old man this much, right?

Leaving behind those adorable colorful scribbles - little drawings of him, each of them staying safely secured in his drawer, although they weren’t exactly meant for him, but it still counts, doesn’t it?

It was bad enough that he wanted you. Hard enough to pretend like he didn’t have all those lingering thoughts about you, hard enough to keep up the facade around everyone else.

Satoru Gojo is the strongest, but not invincible. He’s still just a man.

And he knew, he knew you made everything even more aggravating for him, all deliberately. Because as much as he wanted to keep telling himself you were oblivious to the turmoil you created in his life, he knew better than that.

Above all, you were a cunning girl. One that wanted a piece of him for her own.

Capable of understanding the meaning of his lingering gaze, of those subtle touches. Satoru secretly hoped you’d make him stop, tell him he’s the bad guy, feel repulsed by the idea of a grown man doting for you.

Tell me I’m a monster, please. Hit me, yell at me, push me away and don’t let me get close.

You didn’t. It was already bad enough he wanted you, but even worse now that he could actually have you.

Still, he never actually wished to be away, not when you were a literal dream come true, a perfect, sweet dream.

A dream he keeps on coming back to, a truth he wouldn’t deny. It was too late for him to keep all that hidden, but hey, maybe he didn’t want to? No, he wanted you, he craved you, he imagined you every night. Every single night.

Whispering your name as if it’d save him, in the dead of the night, it was you, only you.

And you made it so fucking easy to get you. You were too willing.

He didn’t expect that from a third year student. He didn’t expect it from anyone, for that matter, but there you were, daring him to make a move.

Take me, and I’ll let you. I’ll be good, promise.

The temptation was enough to pull him down the moment he gave into it. He knew it was wrong, taboo, forbidden.

Everyway there was, it was a mistake. But who was he kidding?

Satoru was a fool. A fool for you. For that pretty face, that body, perfect in each of it's imperfections. You were the most priceless thing he had ever set his eyes on, and he knew it, he felt it inside his core. His heart swelled whenever he looked at you.

He knew; every time he touched you in a way only lover could, every kiss he’d press against your soft flesh. You were his crave and need, a delusion he’d never wake up from. A dream he’d never want to part with.

Despite the taboos and the wrongs, he didn't feel it that way. You were the epitome of gratification, and he got to taste you, to hold you, to make sweet love to you.

In the beginning it was all forbidden, but forbidden always tastes sweeter. You knew it too, didn't you?

Each glance and each stolen kiss was done carefully, carefully yet passionately, Satoru wanted you so bad. He knew your body, your mindset, your weaknesses and strengths.

It was more than just lust, Satoru cared for you, adored you. He wanted to be there for you, love you.

He loved the idea of having you.

A sweet stolen kiss in an empty classroom, then another during practise while your peers fell too distracted to notice the lingering hand of the older man on the small of your back, those stolen moments became a routine.

Kissing you there, his hips teasing against your behind, rubbing rhythmically, before once again pulling himself a respectable distance away.

He was a deviant, a pervert, but you were worth it all.

Satoru was apologetic towards you, but at the same time greedy. He wanted to take all of you, he desired you so much.

Every now and then, he couldn’t help it. He was getting careless too quickly.

Satoru could feel himself getting hard, it was almost painful. He had a reason to be scared, it was madness he was taking part in.

He never wanted to stop, he wanted more. More of you, more of your lips, more of your touch, more of every inch of your body.

He started going out of his way to see you, always finding those opportunities. Even if it was only for a cup of tea together. He found a reason, an excuse, just to touch you. He loved how you’d laugh, your infectious laughter was something he hoped to never forget.

It was worse that the thought of getting caught drove him deeper into his desire, although it wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out anyway. Everyone thought you two were too close for it not to come out, sooner or later. He’d have to atone for every moment he had with you in the past, in front of the dean, if it ever came to that.

He couldn’t resist you, though, he was and would always be a selfish man.

In love with a fuckin’ student.

Satoru was the one who taught you the meaning of pleasure. Each touch deliberated purely to satisfy you, the man was nothing less than a god in bed. He’d make you scream out his name, over and over, every single time, wanting only him. Pushing you towards ecstasy, each touch more intimate than the last.

Nobody could hold a candle to him, no one.

As if that wasn't enough, he'd wrap you up in his arms, a man who was 1.5 times your size, and you loved it. Basking in his smell, skin, everything.

There was no way to deny the thrill of forbidden, as you'd sneak out every chance given, only to find yourself in a mess of heat behind the closed door in crannies of building.

Places where anyone could walk in to, really, and reveal the dirty secret you took pride in keeping, the thought almost making you sink in guilt. Almost.

Because the guilt would always downsize as he’d capture your lips in a heated kiss, pressing his warmth against you flush, keeping all those sane thoughts far away from your worries.

“Sir,” your breathed ragged in your chest, teeth sinking into your lower lip in futile attempt to keep quiet, feeling a wave of giddiness wash over you. Your breath only hitched more as his palm slowly brushed over your neck, teasing the skin of your jawline, demanding more out of the open mouthed kiss that tangled both your tongues.

“I really-“ taking a sharp breath in as his grip switched to your hair, palming the back of your head, swallowing down each word with generous flickers of his warm muscle, slowly washing away all the resistance you had in your mind.

Because even if you knew it was wrong, you could not dismiss the fact that the man in front of you had to be the most breathtaking one you ever got to be in presence of, and now having his whole attention, made it nearly impossible to think normally. “should get going” your words felt half-assed as you whimpered into his passion, a blunt lie in the light of you gripping his jacket on both sides, doing a poor job at pulling him away, instead welcoming his touch with undeniable eagerness.

You could hear him click his tongue at your hesitance, rolling his eyes playfully beneath the blindfold he wore, as if you could see it.

Even if you couldn’t, his eyes never left your face anyway.

The glossy lips of your own throbbed, but you didn't want him to leave, only letting him inch you further into an empty classroom, away from prying eyes.

"Hush now," using his finger to trace along your jawline, following the curve of your cheekbone down to your chin where he rested his thumb against your plump lips, Satoru had no problem shushing you down. "you can skip one period, no biggie"

His voice carried just the right amount of gentleness mixed with command that always managed to calm any storm brewing inside you whenever it targeted you specifically.

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes, letting him guide you back towards normalcy—or at least attempting to regain control over yourself. "and i told you to call me by my name," his words made it sound as if you were insulting him, that childish man.

But in his defence, it did struck as weird having you call him with formalities in privacy, especially considering he had you bend over his desk more times than you'd like to admit - or was appropriate, if it was at all.

Despite knowing better than to enjoy these moments, there was something comforting about being close to him like this, feeling his warmth radiating through the thin fabric separating you. His touch alone had the power to quieten the chaos raging within you, replacing it with a strange sense of peacefulness and acceptance.

Seeing you lean into him, unable to resist anymore, brought out another side of him; the perverted one. His fingers traced downwards along your shoulders, slipping beneath your uniform to cup one of your breasts lightly through the bra.

His voice lowered further, almost a whisper now. "Look at you though... so innocent, yet so fucking tempting." His words sent shivers down your spine, making you squirm slightly beneath his hold as he continued to knee your chest with his palm, deliberately working his way through the buttons of your shirt, letting it fall to the floor with little to no care.

Sighing in delight as his eyes drew to the plump of your chest, his hand gripping tentatively around the dip of your waist, forcing your belly to come in contact with his. "And to think, I thought I had seen it all.'' With practised ease, he tugged gently on one strap of your bra, revealing your perky breast, thumb circling over the nipple, watching as it hardened beneath his ministrations, begging for his attention.

He leaned closer once more, lips brushing against yours, demanding entrance even though you tried to protest him verbally. This kiss felt different from their usual ones.

More possessive, more hungry.

His hand moved lower, sliding up your thigh, stopping just short of reaching the hem of your skirt, brushing it upwards the curve of your hip, getting himself a good view of pink laced panties that only added up to the sweetness of it all.

You said you loved pink on me, so I’ll wear it always, for you.

His eyes, they always seemed to be drunk on you. The constant flutter never left them, even covered. And as you tried to resist, as you tried to push him away, he effortlessly pulled you back closer each time.

"Shhh," he shushed again, pressing the pad of his thumb on your lips, silencing any further attempts to speak, “you’re making me crazy, don’t do that, I know we are meant to leave, but damn, I can’t...I can’t stop myself, how can you?”

His hands explored your back, leaving not a single part of your skin untouched.

“Now let’s just have an hour, okay?" he intimated. His lips found yours, his tongue bringing you to life, "Let me love you."

Grabbing a handful of your ass, Satoru savored in the feeling of his fingers digging into it's fat, a smirk growing on his face, eyes flickering with lust before locking onto the lingerie piece that barely contained your pussy hidden from his view.

His thumb teased over the edge of it intentionally, the wetness soaking through slowly. "Ugh, you're so damp already."

Your lips gradually found its way towards his adam’s apple, sucking a patter against his throat with intensity Satoru could greatly appreciate.

The greed of this man knew no limits, and with his eagerness to be pleased and show you how needy he is to be bashed in your attention, his whimpers slipped out shamelessly.

"You're killing me," There was nothing better than hearing his whines grow needier, grasping onto your hips more firmly, tugging you closer as if hoping for more of you in order to alleviate the unbearable ache rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Yet, he refrained, knowing better than to take what he wanted, it was about the chase; it was about the buildup, until finally you'd explode in his hands, like a candy bomb.

His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, his cock was desperate for release. The need was getting to him, and he could no longer conceal his groan when another wave of lust traveled through his body. "Gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that," Satoru chuckled sheepishly, feeling your warm breath against his skin as you suckled at the sensitive spot under his jaw.

The heat from your mouth added to his already rising arousal, causing his pants to feel tighter than before, aching in it's awkward confinement. With a last peck on his throat, you reached a steady hand to pull off his blindfold, instantly met with those baby blue orbs already looking at you.

Grinding into your pelvis, corded veins at his neck stood out in relief to the passion shared between you. The sound of his heart pounding directly against your ear coordinating with your lungs visibly surging in and out, attempting to keep up with the new rhythm your bodies had established.

His other hand traced down your spine, rubbing little circles on the side of your knee until he found the back of it, then pushed up gently but firmly, spreading you open for him.

Dipping down for another heated kiss, his tongue pressed against your bottom lip, groaning at the contact, the vibration of it making it's way to the tips of your toes.

He looked like he was in pain and his breathing was harsh and unsteady.

His free hand reached around your waist, pulling you closer until you were half on his lap, half leaning back against the table, all while placing soft kisses along his jawline, sucking gently at the skin where it was most tender.

Fishing underneath your legs, he placed you on his desk with a hard thud, roughed up palms massaging over your quadriceps, preying your thighs open for his eager eyes.

His other hand continued its journey northward, lifting one of your legs over his hip, making sure both feet were firmly planted on the wooden surface.

Your skirt rode up higher, exposing more flesh then you should feel comfortable with, hands grasping in a futile attempt at his uniform jacket, as if begging for reconsideration.

But there was none, at least not while his fingers slid the edge of your panties aside, groaning in delight at the sight of your swollen pussy lips.

Stunned silence filled the empty classroom as he stepped away, admiring the vision in front of him: You, completely exposed and ready for him to devour.

He knew how much you hated being exposed in broad daylight, but there was something about it that drove him insane with lust. The way you squirmed beneath his hand, begging for him and yet so unwilling to give yourself completely was a sight that almost made him cum then and there.

Ignoring any lingering doubts or morals, he slid his thumb over your labia, spreading it slightly to find you already hotter than he expected. Wetter too, slick with anticipation as you moaned his name.

His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of your dripping entrance; he couldn't help but groan deeply, tongue running across his lips in anticipation.

"Look at this pretty pussy, pretty leaking all over my hand," he teased, leaning closer again, his face mere inches away from yours as he spoke. His breath tickled across your neck, sending shivers coursing through your veins.

“Gojo” you huffed, squirming in your seat from embarrassment, your cheeks glowing red while you tried to title your head away.

Seeing your uneasiness made him shudder, a wide grin spreading over his features, dimples appearing along with a short snicker from his side. “I know.”

With infinite care, his thumb brushed against the small entrance, feeling it pulse and tighten at his touch.

As if in a response to your words, he started to rub up and down, paying extra attention to your pearl, rubbing it gently, causing you to whimper, when his middle finger slipped inside, dipping deeper in with a slight twist, feeling the wet walls around his digit, holding onto him like they were never going to part.

Unable to handle it anymore, you pushed weakly against his chest, trying to force him off, only for your hips to rise to meet his finger, betraying your own self-control, as his thumb started to circle your clit, increasing the pressure with each circle until you were shuddering slightly beneath him.

His fingers dipped into you, feeling how slick you were from your arousal, watching how you succumbed to his touch, even as he squeezed your hip, occasionally pinching the fat, letting his gaze venture up to your eyes that were half-lidded from pleasure.

His lips grazed your neck, nibbling softly and leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, rubbing your thigh slightly rougher than intended as his eyes greedily examined the treasure laid out for his viewing pleasure.

His finger poked at the entrance of your pussy again, observing your wetness, in awe of the tiny pearls of slickness lining it. His cock throbbed with an intensity he could barely contain, knowing full well what lies ahead of him.

But patience won over, spreading your folds with great interest, examining the size and insides as he traced each one of them. Satoru loved the way you were, and his eyes rewarded in the rare sight of seeing all those goodies.

Every single twitch of your muscles around his digit, every whimper from you egging him on further, made him harder each second.

Pressing a firm hand against his desk, Satoru leaned his body weight impossibly closer to you, thriving in the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of you which was more than enough to douse his cock in pre-cum. His balls drew up tightly against his body, a strange combination of relief and frustration washing over him.

Parting your mouth in a breathless gasp, your thighs spread further, encouraged by the guilty pleasure the man had you going through. You were enjoying it too much, feeling him thumbing at that sensitive spot inside of you, making you gasp into his mouth. Surely it was obvious how much this was all getting to you?

He added another finger inside you then, causing another spike of pleasure-turned that lodged deep in your core.

"I’m never getting tired of this," purring into your ear, he moved his fingers faster, thrusting deeper each time until he felt your walls wrap around each digit - an indication of approval from this tight pussy of yours.

Yelping against his lips at the sudden change of pace, your head fell back, your eyes wide with surprise.

Another wave of desire gnawed at him as he thrusted again; this time rougher than before. You cried out against his mouth, your hands digging into his uniform jacket, gripping his shoulders in attempt to ground yourself, begging for mercy on one hand and more on the other.

Biting down on his own lower lip, his free hand travelled up to your neck, pulling you close once again as he started kissing along your throat again, each touch sending another wave of pleasure cascading through your body.

Managing to choke out quiet pleads, you tried to keep your voice steady yet failing as it cracked, your fingers coming to hold onto his forearm, slightly dragging your nails over it.

"Sir please” your words had him let out a dry laugh, amused in the way you’d still call him by formalities, even in the state he got you in- breathing out laboured sighs, arching your hips with a low mewl, looking at him through wet lashes.

“Just a moment,,” he cooed, feeling your walls milk each of his long digits, wanting to prop you so you’d be able to accommodate him later on without much trouble. "I'm considerate of your pussy, see, you should be glad.” he mumbled into your hair, gradually stopping the movement of his digits.

“Now, you were so eager before,” Gripping the curves of your ass firmly, adjusting position so that you were sitting right on edge with thighs wide open for him, Satoru murmured, taking pleasure in shaking you up “undress me?”

Maintaining eye contact with you, he rummaged around his pants, retrieving a condom, all while letting your trembling hands unclasp his belt, getting through the layers of clothes, pants and underwear, letting him relax for a moment while observing the sight of your need before him.

Satoru took his time tearing open the foil package carefully, rolling protection onto his throbbing member, watching your eyes follow it's path.

You took deep breaths whilst attempting to maintain eye contact - always important when having eyes closed could mean the end.

You could tell how much he was holding back; it was clear as day on his face, clenching those jaw muscles and grinding his teeth together while trying not to let out too much noise.

His eyes met yours for what felt like an eternity, slapping his angry red tip against your pussy lips teasingly before pushing into you slowly in clean motion.

You could melt then and there; he matched pace with each thrust, making sure not to hurt you, lightly kissing across collarbone and shoulder blades while he anchored himself with one hand firmly on your hip, the other adjusted his length once more at your entrance.

Your walls were tight, but his size was insistent-pushing its way deep inside you without any hesitation.

"There we go, nice and slow," he leaned down between thrusts, his lips catching yours in a bruising kiss-half demanding half apologetic.

His own pants echoed around the empty classroom, until both of you found a comfortable rhythm, just like he liked best- deep and sensual.

"Clamping around my dick like it's yours, huh," he huffed out a groan after several thrusts, voice cracking under the pressure. "your pussy was made for me, fucking perfect."

His hands moved upwards tracing the scar on your back while kissing parts of your neck intensely.

You were overwhelmed- savoring every touch and thrust while still feeling guilty about it all which drove him further into insanity, making him thrust deeper, filling every inch inside out until only his balls slapped against the base of your ass.

With each brush of his hips, you felt equal parts violation and ecstasy intertwining within. A small voice told you he had lost control henceforth, but it was drowned out by lust and need - needs he seemed eager to fulfil in every possible way, grunting between heavy breaths, pulling back slightly before plunging into you once more.

“Do your best to take it all baby," he groaned before burying himself deeper within you; your body felt like it was consumed by him entirely for an instance.

His free hand moved to your hair again, tugging slightly so your head titled back, giving him a perfect view of the way your neck arched elegantly. A simple show of submission that only made his cock twitch in need.

His growl was a mix of pleasure and dominance as he thrust hard enough against the table beneath him, making you both gasp slightly.

"Feel good?" He asked hoarsely, watching your pupils dilate and your mouth slightly parted - a sure sign of being on the edge.

You nodded blissfully, reaching between your legs to spread your labia with both pointing and middle finger, letting him create a more fluid tempo. "y-yeah, its, fuck-"

Your brain felt too high on pleasure to actually think of an answer, reduced to short and mindless blabbers, not that he cared anyway.

Your back arched into his touch, looking at those baby blue's all love sick, and if Satoru didn't know any better, he'd assume its only you being cock drunk, which still was the case. "hah, s'feels good yeah"

But there was time yet; he didn't want this to end too soon... he wanted you screaming his name in sheer bliss before he could let go himself - he needed it more than anything.

Clasping down on your hips again, his kisses traveled lower on your neck, sucking gently before moving up once more, his tongue exploring exposed skin between each thrust.

With each thrust he watched how inflamed yet sensitive smile remained plastered upon your face from sheer delight, not leaving any part untouched until every last ounce had been taken.

Even the strongest has his weaknesses. Especially if one of them is persistent on getting him deeper into madness. The thing is, Satoru really doesn’t mind letting you ruin him in the process of it.

He’s after all, a simple man, and if reduced to his primal needs, well, there’s only one thing he really craves.

And he'd count down each pass by second, waiting for the next small opportunity to come. He may not be the most patient, but never enough not to wait for you. Even if he wasn’t aware of what you were up to most days, that wasn't an issue, he knew you'd always come back regardless. You were never gone for too long. He didn’t really want you to, either.

Standing near the training field, he busied himself with supervising the first year students, arms crossed over his chest, stripped out of his usual uniform attire to a simple dress shirt, your favorite, he knew, perhaps why he chose to take off his jacket in the first place. Not because of the heat. Just so you’d see him and maybe, maybe-

“Wasn't expecting to run into you here, sir,” There it was, and although he knew it was coming long before he even felt your familiar presence, he still acted surprised, because why wouldn’t he?

“Something on your mind?” your question made him bark out a laugh, as if you didn’t know what was on his mind already. It always surprised him how natural you could act in public, it was nothing but a beautiful act on display. Your words were all sugarcoated lies, and he knew that very well. Still, he’d entertain you by going along, and would let you have fun as long as you wanted.

He’d never been able to get enough of your presence anyway, breathing the same air as him, sometimes it's all it too to forget the heavy stuff and just enjoy it, or you.

"Hm?" Letting out a soft chuckle, his gaze never strayed from you, giving you his undivided attention.

Turning on his heel, Satoru made sure to block his students' view, facing you while his back provided a shield from others who might have witnessed the exchange between him and you. “No, not really,” A teasing glint was now going through his eyes, leaning his face closer to yours, just a small breath away from yours. “nothing you'd need to know of, anyway.”

A grin spread over his features involuntarily as he teased you, hands coming to rest on both sides of his hips, as you pouted at him, frustrated with his dismiss.

You were bold enough to engage him even with others nearby. He’d fuck the shit out of you later for it.

“You going back to others, or do you need something more?” He asked, reaching a hand to squeeze you by your waist, his thumb gliding down to your lower back, wiggling his eyebrows, daringness now evident.

Satoru couldn’t deny you your silly little games, but who was to say he wouldn’t indulge in one of his own? That's what made it fun, after all. Playing coy yet unapologetic, and crossing boundaries neither of you should.

“Satoru,” nibbling on your lower lip, you creased your brows, almost warningly, more than so, provocatively. The one day he can’t have you to the side, you decide to use his name. Cliché.

His laugh was low, sultry and newfound as he looked at you. “You're not trying to get me in trouble, are you?” Satoru asked, his voice filled with dark amusement. Cadence and tone telling you everything you needed to know.

“No sir. I wouldn’t think such way.” you puffed out your cheeks, attempting to look more innocent than you were. Liar, you and him were both aware of that.

His eyes slowly drifted downwards, taking in every inch of your body—your chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric, the slight curve of your stomach, and those enticing thighs that seemed to call out to him. His free hand reached out, tracing lightly over your abdomen before stopping at your waist like the other.

“I swear, I can’t keep my eyes off from you,” he whispered, his voice smoky, not as loud as he usually speaks. "It’s almost a problem. Pity I can’t think about anything else but you, right?"

The man had audacity, but so did you.

Glancing over his shoulder to reassure no one was looking, you let your fingers trace a slow path down his chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. "You're the one who's always flaunting yourself around here like a goddamn peacock. Why should I be the only one suffering?"

And it did things to him, you know it did because the man was a whore for attention, especially one you were able to grant him.

Groaning softly, his eyes drifted shut momentarily as he relished the feeling of your touch on his skin. "Because I'm your teacher, and it's my job to torment you, silly girl," he muttered, and it was your turn to laugh now.

“Oh, really?” Reaching out, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your forehead, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "Well, aren't you lucky?" You retorted back, arching your eyebrows in mock surprise, flaunting your chest, as if to provoke him further.

A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips as he stepped closer, his imposing presence looming over you, making you feel small yet desired. His erection made a visible tent in his pants, straining against the fabric.

"Oh, I'm lucky alright," he humored, reaching up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

As he spoke, he continued massaging your scalp, his fingers moving from your hairline downwards, tracing slow circles near the base of your skull where nerves concentrated heavily.

He’s already trespassing by even standing so close to you, but lately, you had him be reckless more than ever.

Heat crept up his face as you cupped his cock, the tip of it straining against his pants. He hissed as you stroked it through the material, head throwing back in frustration.

"T-the luckiest" a scoff left his mouth in attempt cover up the pleasure seeping through his veins, the corner of his mouth twitch nervously with each breaths he took, hand cupping your waist in the same manner your own wrapped around his crotch, giving it a good squeeze as you grinned into his face.

He knew it was wrong. He couldn't deny it, nor did he want to. It was already established long ago he was a monster of his own. You both knew it. But how could he resist such temptation? He wasn’t even trying anyway. "Not here, not now, but baby...fuck, I want you so much."

"Come on, after I see you off to your dorm, I promise, baby, I'll make sure you come so hard you'll be crying from it," He winked, peering down at you from under his expensive black shades, capturing your gaze with intensity.

"You know I don’t disappoint.” fanning his breath over the shell of your ear, a devious idea already formed in his mind, knowing full well what he was about to put himself through.

Satoru Gojo is a bad teacher, but with you being his favorite student, he really doesn't care.

a/n: my first and faremost beloved piece! please do consider not reading it if you don't enjoy age gap thing... lol jk, if you're here u obviously do, love u!