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“Hey! Good Morning Y/N!” Gojo cheerfully greeted you.
“Hey,” you mumbled back.
Truth be told, your head was still throbbing from Shoko’s birthday party the night before. You don’t remember exactly how much you drank, but you know that you woke up on your kitchen floor, with one shoe on and the other in your bathroom
“Had fun last night, hmm?” Gojo mused. You sighed, eyes heavy from exhaustion.
“Sure,” was all you could manage.
Gojo lowered his shades, revealing his crystal blue eyes. They somehow made your hangover headache even worse.
“I haven’t seen you that wasted since high school, Y/N,” He remarked, as you mentally cursed him off.
“Jesus, Gojo, can’t you see I’m suffering here- shut up please!” You couln’t handle anymore of his bullshit. It was bad enough that you had essays to mark- his pestering only made it more difficult.
“Just saying,” He pouted, he made a show of licking of his lips before waltzing out of your classroom.
What a prick , you think to yourself, before resting your head on your desk, trying to savour the last few moments of peace before class started.
The rest of the day went by as smoothly as it could, despite your migraine and lack of adequate hydration. You managed to function semi normally, in spite of Gojo’s grating voice ringing through your head.
“Y/N, Good news!” Gojo chirped, swinging the door open.
“Oh no.” You had a vague idea that whatever he was going to tell you would not, in fact, be good news.
“We’re going to be chaperoning together!” He announced.
“What?” You couldn’t help but sound annoyed, “chaperone what?”
“The first years are going to Osaka, so we’ll be tagging along,” Gojo relayed, “They’ll be doing most of the work, anyways. Just think of it as a paid vacation.”
“That actually doesn’t sound bad,” You mused. Truthfully, you were in need of a break- evident from how much you drank the night before. You knew you were only letting loose because of the stress that had been building up since you took this teaching position.
“Hehe, well I guess it’s settled then.” Gojo’s eyes glistened as he said that. You were certain that he had ulterior motives, but you couldn’t completely confirm what exactly he was planning. Besides, a free trip was a free trip, and you had every intention of ignoring Gojo just like you normally did.
The sun beamed onto the emerald leaves, creating a glittering effect in the wake of the morning dew that was now dripping onto the damp grass below. The blue sky was totally cloudless, and you could swear you have never seen such a stunning view in your life. The sight was breathtaking indeed, and you were glad that you had decided to go.
“So the students are going to take out the curse, but we’ll just sit in the car and wait for them.” Gojo informed you, flipping through the portfolio in his hands. You glanced over at it, with no intention of really reading it. You truthfully couldn’t be bothered, as you knew Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki could manage perfectly fine.
“So, how long do you think they’ll take?” You asked.
Gojo shrugged in response, not paying you much mind. You could feel yourself becoming irritated- maybe this was a bad idea.
“Uh, like an hour? I dunno,” Gojo was now flipping through a manga, not even slightly trying to engage with you.
“Seriously, could you at least try to acknowledge my existence a little?” you exasperate. jesus this was going to be annoying. You haven’t one on one time with Gojo in a while, and you had forgotten how self-absorbed he was.
Gojo slapped his manga shut, and dramatically dropped it on the dashboard.
“I’m so sorry! Please, forgive me, ma’am!” Gojo dramatically wales, “I beg you, I didn’t realise my attention was so vital”
Your jaw clenched, and you could feel your hands starting to shake in anger.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scolded Gojo like a petulant child, “You brought me all the way out here and then have the nerve to ignore me?”
A shit eating grin spread across Gojo’s face, much to your annoyance. You silently convinced yourself that punching him in the face- if it was even possible- would only feed into his ego.
“You know what, I’m stupid for even thinking was a good idea,” You said, “I knew that you had some ulterior motives for bringing me here- but this is beyond fucked up.”
“Yeah, what could I possibly gain from sitting in a car with you?” Gojo rolled his eyes, and you feel yourself start to lose any semblance of patience that you still had.
“You tell me, asshole!” You shouted at him
“Hmm, well- I actually didn’t have anything planned,” Gojo’s facial expression made it seem like he was deep in thought, but you knew better. “But since you insist I have something planned, I’ll humour you.”
You sputtered, not even able to form words. What the hell was wrong with this guy?
“Do you want me to say that I was trying to seduce you?” Gojo’s tone was accusatory, “That I was going to corner you in this car and make you ride my cock while our students are only a few miles away?”
“What the-” your face was a bright shade of pink, and you coul feel humiliation in the pit of your stomach.
“Nah, you wish I’d seduce you,” Gojo continued, “But the truth is- I don’t need to corner you to get you to fuck me. All I have to do is say the word, and you’d drop to your knees.”
Rage filled your body, replacing any other emotion you had. Never had you met anyone so callous, so self- absorbed. You were sickened by his brazen display of arrogance.
Before you could respond, Gojo’s hand had begun to pull down his zipper, revealing navy blue boxer briefs. His hand squeezed his crotch, before pulling out his long, veiny cock. White, coarse hairs sat on the base, and his tip was pink and slightly wet with precum. You hated to admit it, but your pussy began to throb as if it had its own pulse.
“We can’t do this.” You stated, unsure of what to do. You were disgusted by his assertion, but at the same time you knew he was right.
“Why not?” Gojo stroked the length of his member, “They won’t be back for at least an hour. We have time.”
“I’m not fucking you.” Your voice trembled, and you hoped Gojo wouldn’t take that as a sign of unsuredness.
“I know you want to.” Gojo began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his soft, pale skin beneath.
“You know what I can't stand about you?” Gojo said, almost casually.
“Shut up, Gojo.”
“You look down on other girls who throw themselves at me, but in reality you’re just like them. Except you can’t even admit to yourself that your desparate for my cock.” Gojo’s icy eyes pierced through you.
“T-that’s not true,” You stuttered pathetically.
“Just shut up and suck it already, it’s not like you weren’t begging for it at Shoko’s party,”
“What? No-no I didn’t-” You racked your brains, trying to remember whether or not he was lying.
“Yeah, you did.” He took your hand and placed it on his cock, the warmth of it making you squeeze your thighs together. Yeah, you did want him as much as you hate to admit.
“But you were so sloppy drunk, an’ all over the place,” He laughed, reminisicing about your drunken antics, “You were a hot mess, you even kissed me!”
“No- what the fuck are you talking about?” You questioned, your heart racing in your chest as you realise just how messy you had been that night.
“Yeah, I could taste your cherry chapstick into the next morning,” He giggled, “Don’t worry, Iori took you home after, I would’t fuck a blackout drunk whore- even though you begged me to.”
“Oh,” you said half-heartedly, knowing that you were well passed the point of denying what actually happened. You did, unfortunately remember kissing him, and you knew you coudn’t pretend it didn’t.
You took a deep breath, and lazily stroked his cock, not wanting to inflate his already huge ego.
“It’s okay baby, you don’t have to hold back,” Gojo cooed, “I know how badly you’ve wanted this, just let loose.”
You gave up any attempt at preserving your dignity, and took the head of his cock into your wet mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, occasionally stopping to lick long stripes up and down his length.
“Fuck, you’re so good, Y/N,” Gojo moaned and motioned to the back seat, “I wanna fuck you so bad baby.”
You shifted over into the back of the vehicle, stripping off your tank top and maxi skirt while you waited for Gojo to join you.
His trousers were now piled around his ankles. He sat on the back seat, positioning you onto his lap.
“Ride me” He demanded.
You happily obliged, sinking your aching, creamy core on to his cock. You both groaned unision, welcoming the squeeze of his warm member into your tight hole.
“God, you’re tight, so fucking tight,” Gojo whimpered. You smiled, proud that you could provide the strongest sorcerer alive with such pleasure.
You looked in the rear-view mirror, seeing the expression on his contort with each movement you made. You grinded your pussy onto him, at first in a calculated rythm- although you gave up on that as more pressure built up inside of you.
“Keep going, shit, keep riding me,” Gojo pleaded into your ear, gripping your hair as if he were
trying to anchor you down.
You could feel yourself reaching a climax, and began to furiously ride him. Wet, obscene slapping noises filled the car as you both chased your orgasms.
“FUCK!” You shouted as you came, your thighs tensing up and your orgasm shook through you. Your toes curled and your breathing became heavy.
You could tell Gojo was close behind, as he began to grunt loudly. His thrust became erratic as he pulled out and released onto your stomach.
“Woah…” was all you could get out.
After a few deep breaths, Gojo pulled up his pants and began searching for something to clean you off with. He settled for an old rag, and wiped you off.
“What do you think? Did I live up to your expectations?” Gojo flashed you his signature cheeky grin.
“Shut up.” You laughed, “Let’s get sorted before the students find us like this.”
“So pretty good, huh.”
“Yeah, not bad,”
“I know.” Gojo snorted, hopping back in the front seat.
In the distance, you could see your pupils heading towards the car, blissfully unaware of the debauchery that had taken place earlier.