Untitled - Luca Kaneshiro

anything for good grades.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

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

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

⟶ wc. 1.7k

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

"Open your mouth more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is there any way─”

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

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

“When is that again?” You ask.

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

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

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

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dont know why ppl accuse us abt spinning everything abt sns as if naruto wasnt literally being eaten by a snake once and thinking “i have to get out so i can see 💘💘💘sasuke💘💘💘 again……..💕…..i have to prove myself to him…”

diluc with a master kink be like 🤩🤩🤩

HAJFHWJD WAIT WAIT OHMYGOD . i love u . pls diluc is v private abt his sex life n relationship in general bc he doesnt want Anyone knowing whats going on in his life. which is why its so easy 2 rile him up. LIKE esp calling him shit ur supposed to be calling him in bed??? one day he’s been so busy nd hasnt paid any attention to u so in the middle of his meeting with jean, u sat next to him n placed ur hand on his thigh, leaning closer to whisper “master, i want you, please.” AND HE GOES BEETROOT RED , LOOKS AT U DEAD IN THE EYE AND TELLS U TO SHUT UP but hes stuttering bc his junior is watching him confusedly and u giggle to urself w a shit eating grin (kaeya’s in the corner laughing to himself) but if u thought u got away w that, ur wrong. the second u nd diluc get alone time in the office, yk hes already pounding into u against the table and shoving his glove in ur mouth to keep ur “filthy noises” to urself ... he’s holding both ur hands behind ur back as u practically drool. u can only mumble out “master diluc,” once more before he’s pushing his cum so deep witihin u ..

mysta rias is so disgustinf like he says he wore boxers he didnt wash . my dear god i am horny i wanr ro sniff his boxers so bad. he’d probably stuff ur senses w his smell all the time LRORD he’s ur disgusting pervert of a boyfriend who’d steal ur panties for himself . he tells u to give him handjobs in public, he spits on u and u say thank u. hmmfmfn i 🫶 mysta rias and i will lick up his puke too

aaa i’m having exams this week but i cant stop thinking abt atsumu .. ur tongue lolling out to the side as he grips hard on ur thighs, spreading them apart for u while he fucks u stupid. “like that, huh? ya like me fuckin’ yer cunny stupid? lil bitch.” nd HE JUST HAS THAT FERAL LOOK IN HIS FACE AWOOOAGWHW u cant even form a sentence.!! just constant humphs nd moans of atsumu’s name. the exam sheet u were studying has been discarded onto the desk nd atsumu has u sitting on his lap on the leather chair. its not long before ur yelling out “tsumu, tsumu, tsumu!” bc ur walls begin to clamp around his cock n tears well out of ur eyes. “what? gonna cum already? pathetic whore.” despite his harsh words, he fucks harder into ur cunny, one of his fingers playing w ur sensitive little nub down there and its not long before ur gushing all around him, entire body shaking ...

tw! kaebedo (kaeya x albedo)

omega albedo not knowing whats happening 2 him or how to please himself so he goes to the most trusted alpha in mondstat, kaeya. he knows kaeya probably has helped other omega’s in the town nd slightly feels a tang of jealousy but what else could he do... nd when he asks kaeya for help, the aforementioned alpha is more than happy 2 help his junior knight.. and it leads to kaeya experimenting w albedo’s body. touching him here, there, everywhere & kaeya practically learns every push and pull albedo has that night. ... the first time albedo has his heat, kaeya was helping a diff omega and Again theres that jealousy albedo feels . but he seeks help from .... another alpha (id say diluc but idk diluc Gives me switch vibes) and when kaeya hears that his favourite omega sought help from someone else, he made sure the next time albedo had his heat, he was the one who’d claim him... <3

saw this one tiktok of scaramouche n venti and im so torn between wanting 2 ruin the both of them or letting them both tease the fuck out of me.. BUT PEGGING THEM SOUNDS BETTER. who would’ve thought that the anemo archon would be in the same position as a fatui harbinger. both boys are flushed red, with venti blindfolded and scaramouche tied to the bed post. you stand to kiss venti on the cheek before pushing him foreward towards scaramouche, resulting with the archon seated in scaramouche’s lap. “let me go, y/n-! you’ll have no idea how much trouble you’ll be in.” you hear the smart mouth growl at you, a laugh leaving your lips. “shut up pipsqueak and make out with venti.” it doesnt take long for both boys to end up making out ferociously, as you obviously watched with your thighs pressed together. oh how cute were the sounds they made. it’s as if they’ve forgotten about their titles and where they stood as enemies of a sort, when they began grinding on each other for friction. now, it’s not like venti could see anything happen, and nor could scaramouche touch the archon anywhere. “you just gonna watch us, y/n? scaramouche tells me you’re not doing as good yourself.” you hear the familiar voice belonging to your boyfriend, and you smile. “i think i’d rather watch you two fuck each other. besides, it’s not like you both havent started.”

᧔o᧓ comfort .ᐟ

xavier love and deepspace fluff/slight angst! x female reader. comfort fic. reader is in a deep depression. ong this is js based on me. she feels so empty but keeps going like a robot. xavier helps her feel better. i just wrote this for comfort to myself because i havent been feeling well at all.

Xavier didn’t question why today you seemed to crave his touch and attention more than usual. Normally, affection flowed freely between you and your boyfriend, but lately, an unshakable heaviness had settled in your heart, dimming your once vibrant spirit. Despite your unwavering love for Xavier, nurtured and deepened through time, the weight of depression had become an unwelcome companion.

You lounged in the bedroom of your shared apartment, having not left bed since the previous afternoon. Xavier noticed the deterioration, how you stayed awake till morning, slept through the day, and needed reminders to eat. When he checked on you, concern etched in his features, you waved him off with a feeble excuse about needing a break from hunting, urging him to focus on work.

How was he to continue his day knowing the woman he cherished was in pain? He knew better than to pry when you weren’t ready to open up, fearing it might worsen your state. Yet today, when he returned home, you greeted him at the doorway in one of his hoodies and shorts, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Miss you,” you whispered, seeking solace in Xavier’s embrace. He held you tightly, his voice a comforting balm as he asked, “How are you today, my love?” Tears welled in your eyes at his tenderness, and as they spilled over, Xavier gently lifted you into his arms and carried you back to bed.

His murmured reassurances were soft as he laid you down, his hand soothingly rubbing your back. “I’m here. I won’t leave,” he promised, his caring gaze a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. Gratefulness swelled within you for a boyfriend as attentive and loving as Xavier.

Quickly shedding his work clothes for comfort, Xavier slid under the covers beside you. His skilled hands encircled your waist as he drew you close, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. You clung to his scent, fingers tightening on his shirt as if afraid he might vanish. Tears continued to streak your cheeks, each one a testament to the ache in Xavier’s heart. He leaned closer, kissing away your tears, silently urging you to speak.

“Sorry for pushing you away lately,” you finally began, your voice cracking with emotion. Xavier shook his head gently, his thumb brushing away the remnants of tears. “You don’t need to apologise, angel.”

“I feel so lost, Xavi... I don’t understand what I’m feeling... I love you, that hasn’t changed, but I feel drained, empty. I feel like I’m just going through the motions, like a hollow shell. I push you away because I’m terrified of dragging you into this void with me. I feel selfish that you take care of me like this, like some sort of burden.”

Xavier listened quietly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin, his eyes never leaving yours. When you finished, he caressed your hips tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Never feel terrified about ‘dragging’ me anywhere. Whatever you’re going through, I want to be there with you. I love you deeply, and I’ll be patient. If you need space, I’ll give it. If you want me close, I’ll stay. If you want to stay in bed, wear my clothes, I’ll support you every step.”

His eyes held yours with unwavering sincerity, offering you his heart and strength. You hiccupped through a smile, feeling a weight lift as Xavier’s words enveloped you in warmth and security. “I love you,” he whispered again, his touch tender against your tear-streaked face.

“I love you too,” you replied softly, leaning into his touch. Xavier kissed you lovingly, pouring his heart into the moment, promising silently to be your anchor in the storm until the darkness lifted.

“If you feel like a void, let me fill it with everything I have to give,” he murmured against your lips, sealing the vow with a kiss.

scratches brain.. idunno man but aether and venti in skirts has my mind running thoughtS HNNNFMRMFMDMD

u ever think abt concwpts and then u end up writing a whole ass paragraph