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At Jujutsu University, professors Gojo and Geto are known for being complete opposites. To start, Gojo resides in the physics department, and Geto teaches anatomy. While Gojo is considered to be more laid-back, giving out free periods whenever he doesn’t feel like teaching, Geto rarely cancels lessons and always makes sure to have homework assigned by the end of class. Geto is more strict with deadlines, but Gojo will accept any late work as long as it’s turned in before the end of the school year. There is only one universally agreed upon aspect of the both of them, and that is the fact that they are the school’s heartthrobs. Fellow teachers, students, and even a few parents have been lured in by Gojo’s relaxed humor and Geto’s effortless charm. All of this isn’t to say that one is better than the other, or that they might spite each other, because it’s exactly the opposite; almost everyone knows that they are extremely close with each other, having also attended Jujutsu University together in their younger days. Almost everyone, that is, except for you…
You’re taking Gojo’s physics class, and barely scraping by with an A thanks to the fact that he’s kind enough to tutor you outside of school. You wish you could say the same for anatomy class, but unfortunately your grade is currently at a C-, and it’s almost the end of the school year. It doesn’t help that you always feel Geto’s eyes on you during class; sometimes it feels like he’s watching your failures and basking in them.
But now, you have no choice except to seek him out so that you can at least try to save your grade, which has continued to fall. It’s a sunny summer day after school when you finally build up the courage to ask for his help. You’re wearing a ruffled denim skirt with a button-up short-sleeve shirt, and yet it’s still so warm outside that you have to tie your hair into a loose braid. You open the door to Geto’s second-floor classroom and get hit by a blast of cold air to your relief. The clear blue sky stares back at you from outside the window. Stepping in, you’re met with the sight of him, sitting at his desk, in the process of tying his hair up. He doesn’t notice you until you clear your throat and attempt your nicest smile. Geto drops his hands and his jet black hair pools over his long-sleeve shirt that has been rolled up to his elbows as his eyes glance up to meet yours. You cross the room and set your bag down on one of the tables near the front before walking up to his to desk.
“Hey. What can I do for you?” A small, polite smile crosses his face, contrasting with his sharp features.
“Mr. Geto, is there any way I can boost up my grade before the end of the year? I’ll do anything, I can’t have a C on my transcript,” Your eyes lock with his intense yet captivating gaze, which is a mesmerizing shade of violet. His eyes flicker with a hint of amusement and something else you can’t quite discern.
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And now you find yourself on all fours on the floor in front of his desk chair, your dignity completely stripped from you. Your button up has been loosened, and your skirt is bunched around your waist. Geto watches you from above, but your eyes are fixed on his hands, which are busy unzipping his pants. There’s a noticeable tent straining against the fabric and you unconsciously hold your breath in anticipation. You can feel heat flowing through your body and seeping through your underwear. He pulls down his boxers, freeing his erection, and it twitches in the sudden cold air. A vein runs along the underside, and it’s all you can do to cease your staring. You press your lips to his enormous cock, getting ready to take him in your open mouth. Geto’s hum of disapproval reverberates through your joined bodies and you glance up at him.
“Normally, I’d set up a model for you, but I think you should have the opportunity to access a live diagram. So, I’d like you to name all the parts of my appendage,” He grins slyly.
You stare back at him, appalled. Sure, you had expected to get sexual, but now you were being quizzed half-naked. You search for words to say, but your mind is a blank.
“Hey. Did you hear me?” His voice sounds gruff.
“Um.. What should I even start with? What if I don’t know any?” You can hear the confusion in your own voice.
“Anything. Just try and guess. Don’t you want your grade to be raised?” Still, you can’t respond, your mind clouding with bewilderment. Geto sighs and grabs his tip, expectance in his eyes.
“Glans..?” You look up hopefully at him.
A satisfied smile plays across his face and you feel relief flow through you. “That’s right. Good job.” His hand slides to the widest part of his head.
“That’s the corona.. right?” He doesn’t answer, but he still seems to be satisfied, so you take it as an affirmation.
His fist drifts to his shaft, and he raises an eyebrow. “What two tissues are around this part?”
Your mind goes empty. “Um.. I only remember that one of the two is the corpora cavernosa—”
An echoing smack sounds out in the room and you feel a sharp pain in your cheek. You’re reeling from the sudden vertigo and can only glare up at him in shock.
“What was that for?” You grumble, cradling your red cheek.
His other hand gripping your hair tightens. “You only got half of it right. The other tissue is the corpus spongiosum.”
This goes on until you finish recalling all the components, a slap occasionally being inflicted upon you for each wrong answer. By the end of it, your face stings and your eyes are brimming with tears.
“Good girl,” He murmurs as he cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes and letting his cool fingers soothe the burning ache. Through the sound of his voice and the comfort of his touch, you don’t hear the door softly opening and shutting, nor the soft footsteps approaching. You also don’t notice Geto’s eyes drifting up from your face to somewhere behind you.
Suddenly, a calloused hand comes to rest on the back of your shirt. Your eyes snap open and your head swivels back, only to meet the sight of bright blue eyes and tufts of white hair. A cocky grin is plastered across Gojo’s handsome face.
“My best friend and my favorite student. Who would’ve thought?”
“Mr. Gojo— it’s not how it looks..” You frantically try to look for an explanation.
Geto’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “It’s exactly how it looks, Satoru.”
Gojo’s grin widens. “In that case, Suguru, mind if I join?”
Satoru? Suguru? You hesitate. “..If it’s okay with Mr. Geto.”
You see Geto nod briefly in his direction and crane your head to see Gojo hurriedly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his briefs. His half-hard cock is instantly released and, in one swift motion, he pulls your panties down to your knees. Gojo suddenly presses up against your pussy, groaning against the wetness. You moan out from the friction and your head whips back forward. He starts to drag along your folds, which only earns more sounds of pleasure out of you.
“Hey, don’t get distracted now.” You’re startled by Geto’s strained voice as he regains his grasp on your hair. Looking up to meet his eyes, you’re surprised at the fact that you find lust swimming among the purple shades. You nod silently, too stunned and confused to speak. He urges your head down to his own—still hard—cock and presses it against your lips. You open your mouth, immediately taking his length down your throat. He lets out a loud grunt, his hips involuntarily slightly thrusting deeper. This ordeal apparently brings Gojo some degree of gratification, because he takes it as his sign to stop rubbing against you and slam fully into your dripping hole. You whimper the best you can with Geto still in your mouth and in your way, which only furthers his pleasure as he feels your throat vibrating around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Gojo mumbles, seemingly to himself, as his hand runs along your lower back and holds your skirt up further so that it doesn’t get into his view. His thrusts are quick, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room, along with his groaning. On the other hand, Geto is contained, barely, as he makes sure his tip reaches deep with each thrust. As he nears his climax, he speeds up, unable to control himself anymore. His moans fill the air along with the noises already coming from Gojo.
Everything feels so mind-numbingly good that you can hardly process what is happening before your orgasm ripples violently through your body. Your vision goes white and all you can attempt to do is keep yourself upright while both men continue to fuck you through your daze. Gojo swears under his breath as he feels you tighten around him, realizing he, too, is on the verge of his own release.
“Cumming,” is all Geto manages to get out. You barely understand the gravity of his words before you feel the hot liquid stream into your mouth. He sits there panting, a fistful of your hair still under his dominance. He slowly pulls himself out, the strings of his cum sticking to your lips. Although he’s soft, he still seems to revel in the sight of you swallowing the aftermath.
“Feels good, hmm?” He asks softly, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. A pitiful whine is all you can manage in your fucked-out state.
Gojo suddenly lets out a heavy moan as he thrusts his hips fully into your hole, forcing himself balls-deep before shooting blazing white ropes across your insides. You sob out again from the pleasurable sense of being so filled up. Gojo quickly pulls out and tucks himself back into his clothes, obviously trying to hide the blush on his face.
“Well, I’ve got to get going,” is along the lines of what he mutters as he practically dashes out Geto’s classroom door. You’d have to deal with that sooner or later, so you decide to stay quiet and save it for another time. You look back up at Geto expectantly, ready to argue for what you had initially came for. He’s already looking at you, and you can see the gears shifting in his head as he decides what grade to give you.
“The best I can do for you as a final grade is a B+.”