𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 up with for being "underwhelming" during sex, you turn to Gojo Satoru, the playboy of the school, to teach you how to be better in return for tutoring him. No feelings involved, obviously. 「 I'LL TEACH YOU. FUCK, I'LL TEACH YOU EVERYTHING 」 Or, obsessed Gojo 😛 COLLEGE AU SEXUAL CONTENT! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, STARRSATORU

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you had Gojo Satoru, the bratty, cheeky first year who had all the girls swooning over him, the boy who did whatever he wanted, wrapped around your finger. In other words, he was obsessed with you. 「 HE ONLY LISTENS TO HER; IT'S LIKE SHE HAS HIM ON A LEASH 」 Or, simp Gojo 🗣️ MODERN HIGH SCHOOL AU SEXUAL CONTENT! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, STARRSATORU

◞ ★ In which a young girl can't help but fall for her psychology professor ◞ ★ But what would a simple crush be without a twist?..

Gojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the next morning, or receiving a number that they would text, to which there would never be a reply... until a few weeks after saying something like hey, my place tonight? x or the other. All of this would end at an art exhibition in Tokyo. "You ain't even ask for my name, Shades," the woman murmured, hands now behind her back. Oooookayy. Gojo nervously chuckled, feeling the red creep up on his cheeks. "I was just about to do that, Miss..." "Y/n. It's L/n Y/n." She fluffed her hair. "And I moved here a month ago." Her sudden coldness was a shock to Gojo. Yes, plenty of his past flings had played a game of hard to get, yet he'd never met a woman so... uninterested?