{LAST SUMMER} Gojo x Fem!Reader

𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒

chapter nine: lecture

It has been about a week since Nobara enacted her plan to dispel the gossip floating around school about you, and to be honest it's worked like a charm! In only a few days everything died down and started going back to normal. Because of this, you decide that now is as good a time as any to go back to Gojo again.

Late at night after curfew, you get ready to sneak out of your dorm and across the dark campus to meet him. However, the second you open your door into the hallway, he is standing right on the other side.

"Gojo?" you whisper in shock, hoping nobody saw him enter the building.

"How's it goin'?" he replies with absolutely no fear.

"I was just about to go see you," you admit somewhat bashfully now that he's standing right outside your room.

"Oh? Troubles from lecture already?" he asks.

"Well, yeah," you mumble. His teaching style is way too fast-paced for you to keep up with all of the time and despite his self-proclaimed 'best teacher in the world' title, you seem to be at a loss of who gave him enough confidence to ever think that. "But that wasn't why I was going."

"Hm, I see," he hums as he leans up against your doorframe and leans his hand against his chin. "What could it have been then?"

What an asshole, feigning innocent yet again like always.

"For the same thing it was last time," you reply with a bit more confidence now since you are rather eager to just cut to the chase. Just because he likes to play his little games doesn't mean you're willing to let him see them through.

As a smirk grows across his lips, you roll your eyes and peer out into the hallway before grabbing him by his collar and tossing him into your room, shutting the door behind you.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he coos, probably getting off to how frustrated you're becoming. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"I don't see any other reason I'd allow you in my room in the middle of the night," you grin back, not looking to fall for any of his little traps.

"Well since you're so polite about it," he hums, causing you to roll your eyes. "I suppose I could help."

Gojo leans in close to your ear, making your entire face burn at the sensation of his breath against your skin. "But you'll need to keep it down. I need you to be quiet, okay?"

When you nod, he lifts you up and tosses you down onto your bed. He climbs over you and in an instant, he grabs you by the wrists and pins them down in one of his hands above your head- submitting you in what is probably some kind of record timing.

"Tell me what you want, princess," he grins wickedly.

Finding yourself at a loss of words after the wind was just knocked out of you from your sudden relocation and completely in awe at the sight above you, you don't have enough brainpower to answer him back. You think that perhaps he might be a bit understanding as he lets go of your hands, but as you watch him lean down and hike up your skirt, you know he's just going to have to force it out of you.

After looping his fingers around the elastic of your panties, he slides them down your legs to reveal your core to the cold air of the room. Your ankles are then placed on his shoulder as he ducks down and leaves behind a trail of hot, burning kisses up the inside of your thighs that gives you goosebumps as he goes along.

When he finds himself hovering right over your aching mound, he looks up at you with a smirk. "I know I told you to be quiet, but you could still answer me when I ask you something. What is it you want, Y/N?"

"I want you," you huff as you give a poor attempt at grinding your hips down to get any kind of friction. "I want you to do anything to me, sensei."

"Well then I suppose I can't say no to that," he hums happily. "Stay quiet now, okay?" he then lectures as though you were some sort of brainless baby before pushing two of his fingers into you and attacking your clit with his tongue.

It isn't long until you're squeezing your thighs together around his head as your brain gets dizzier and dizzier. You let out a muffled whine, doing your best to stay quiet, as he effortlessly gets you to come undone around him. However, once you do, he stops.

You look down at him confused, only to see that he's shaking his head in disappointment. "At least act like you're trying to listen, okay?" he huffs.

"Okay," you whisper back breathlessly as he buries himself within you once more. And as he continues, you bite your lip, hoping to listen this time.

As you're forced over the edge, you grab onto the sheets below and let out a silent scream. He then pulls his head away once more and watches you in satisfaction as your chest heaves and you catch your breath.

He then reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a condom. Everything is then removed from his body as he once more hovers over you with nothing more than the condom rolled down the length of the monster you had met the other night.

It's quite easy for him to slide right in and flip you over onto your stomach without a single care. He grabs you by the hips and pounds into you over and over mercilessly as your head begins to spin once more. You bury your head deep into your pillow and Gojo listens happily to the muffled sounds you create from just beneath him as you hope to carry out his command.

But it isn't long until he leaves a harsh smack on your ass that leaves your entire backside stinging for a good minute. Over and over he continues the motion, harsh smacks impacting with almost every push he leaves within you. Truth be told you've got no idea why he wants you to be so damn quiet if he's just going to ruin it himself.

As he continues, you feel yourself get nearer with every perfect thrust he leaves in just the spot that has you seeing stars. It's only a few moments later than you once more give your release around him with a cry straight into that poor, tattered pillow beneath you. After a few more deep pushes, Gojo pulls out and lays you down gently on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asks in a tone you aren't sure is genuine or hopeful that you'll give him some sort of praise.

"Good. That was good," you manage to admit.

"Good girl, now get some sleep," he chuckles as he begins to gather his things.

You nod and pass out, not even bothering to wait for him to leave before you completely collapse just where he's left you.