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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: female reader, race/ethnicity is not mentioned.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.2k+ (IM TRYING TO KEEP THESE POSTS SHORT AND SWEET BUT APPARENTLY I CANT FUCKING DO THAT NOW CAN I???? >:((()

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: senpai loves to tease.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐓𝐖: public sex, school au, fingering, gojo being a dickhead as per usual, orgasm denial, characters are at least 18, dirty talk.

tagging: @lilyzbeeeee

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝟏𝟔 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

“y/n-chaaaan~!” the white wolf yells loudly across the classroom, stressing out each syllable of your name. “come sit next to me!”

the fox that kept gojo company massages his temples. he was already feeling a migraine kicking in.

“shut the fuck up, satoru. it’s a small class, y/n can hear you just fine if you speak in your normal tone.”

satoru ignored his friend. his aggressive approach wasn’t new to him, suguru gets irritated by everything satoru does. it always made him wonder why he still hung out with him if he couldn’t pass the day without taking anti-pain medication.

you jump when you hear your name being called, looking over to see satoru flailing his arms around trying to get your attention and suguru miserably sliding his palm over his face.

a sweat drop forms on your forehead. it wasn’t uncommon for prey to sit next to predators. the world was slowly innovating into something more tolerable and every community was becoming more comfortable with being around various hybrids.

but a tinge of caution still lingered within you. it was only the second week of school and gojo was already so fond of you (geto too!). you were a bit high strung on the idea of sitting next to the wolf but after getting a sneak peek of his dorky personality, you suppose it wouldn’t you do any harm.

“g-good morning geto-senpai. and gojo-senpai.” you show them a gesture of deference to the upperclassmen, softly bowing to the two.

“gee, y/n-chan. you’re so formal. loosen up a bit will ya’? i don’t bite... unless you want me to?” gojo bares his fangs and he leans towards you as he bites at the air, hearing the loud clank of his jaws snapping together, you flinch as you took a step back.

geto slaps the back of gojo’s head to which the boy massages the spot where he was hit, muttering multiple ouches at the growing pain.

the corner of geto’s eyes creases as he smiles. “don’t mind him. after a week of seeing him you should know how much of an idiot he is.” gojo’s exaggerated gasp causes your classmates to turn their heads and quirk an eyebrow.

“i’m not an idiot!”

“oh yeah? prove it.”

“ok then. guess who got a hundred on their test yesterday?”

“gojo, that was a class survey. there was no score at the end.”

“well i made up one and that’s what i got so shut up!”

geto lets out an annoyed huff, not planning to further indulge in an argument he can never win (at least when’s its with someone as stubborn as gojo). he just hopes he brought his pills with him today.

he pats the empty seat to his right. “whatever. come sit down next to me, y/n. gojo would only bother you for the rest of class if you sit next to him.” unable to muster up the courage to refuse his offer, you make your way over to the empty chair, getting ready to set your backpack down and get ready for class.

“nuh uh,” not even a second later you feel arms wrap around your waist and tug you away from geto. the fox perked up from the unpredicted action and gojo clenched his eyes and stuck his tongue out at his friend.

“y/n-chan wants to sit next to me. isn’t that right, little bunny?~” you feel your body tingle as gojo smothers his face in your neck. his pointed ears flick against your cheek as he nearly suffocates you with his unwanted affection.

“um... yes?”

“yay! she agreed with meee.”

“barely.”

unpacking your common daily materials out of your bag, yaga-sensei walks into the doors of the classroom, carrying multiple documents and what you assume to be assignments under his arm. he bids his students a quick ‘morning’ and everyone replies exhaustingly.

fifteen minutes in yaga’s teaching session, your notebook is filled with important notes and paragraphs that uttered out of your teacher’s mouth. you looked forward to hear all of the wise words yaga presented you with.

gojo sighed beside you — bored out of his mind as he skillfully twirls the mechanical pencil between his fingers.

he looks to his right to see geto paying attention to board at the front of the class, occasionally looking down to copy what was displayed. he looks to his left and finds you doing the same thing.

ugh. was anybody here not a total nerd? just where the hell did they plan to use the pythagorean theorem? all of them were just wasting their time (unless they plan on being a mathematician but thats very uncool in gojo’s standards).

since no one can cure his boredom, he guess he has to do it himself.

gojo takes a closer look at you. your hair was out and decorated with purple hair clips. your brows furrowed cutely when you try to understand whatever it was yaga was saying, nibbling the top of your pen in deep thought — he mentally notes to remember not to touch the pink pen whenever it was near.

your black thigh highs squeezed your thighs beautifully and the skirt that came with your uniform laid delicately around the swerve of your hips. though your jacket didn’t leave much to the imagination he was able to tell that you had decent sized rack.

gojo purred at the thought of wrapping his palms around them, gushing at its tenderness and bounce whenever he’d slap them, consuming in your short yip when the pain spreads across your breasts.

then it started to dawn on gojo: just how innocent were you? it all had to be an act. there’s no way you can genuinely be as gullible as you are. there has to be a catch to it — maybe if gojo juuuust...

moving his fingers in a walking motion toward your legs, he feathers his touch across them, azure eyes gazing at how your body stiffens when he slides his finger in the enclosed space of your thigh highs.

you try to move away from him but gojo just dragged you closer by pulling your leg.

“g-gojo-senpai,” your voice was hushed. you didn’t turn to face the wolf as you spoke. “what are you doing?”

“i’m just messin’ around. your socks look so cute on you, y/n-chaaan~” he lifts the hem up and releases and a smack erupts from the contact of the fabric hitting your skin.

“ah! gojo-” he squeezes your leg as a small warning and brings a finger to his lips.

“keep it down. we’re in class remember?” thankfully, nobody seemed to notice the sound you made — looking around and still seeing everyone doing their own thing (geto was too focused on the phone he had hidden under the table, not looking forward to hearing his teacher yelling out his name and confiscating his device).

you nod your head. perhaps you can ignore it and go back to writing your notes. you glance at the clock above the door — class was almost over. what can go wrong?

“nngh-”

gojo’s smooth hand trails further up your thigh and eventually makes it to the spot gojo craved for, rubbing his middle and ring finger against your covered pussy. he grins from ear to ear when he felt how wet you were through the material. what a surprise coming from the timid, little bunny.

you gripped your pencil so tightly you were sure it was going to snap into two. you felt as he circled his finger around your sensitive bud. you could sense the fluids emerging from your pussy with each enticing swirl.

“hmm, let’s see what going on under these filthy panties...”

he dove his hand inside, looking forward at the teacher, pretending to listen as he forms his fingers into a ‘v’ shape and strokes the space besides your clitoral hood. you clench your legs together to try and stop him but that did absolutely nothing.

he teases his fingers at the edge of your entrance for a little while until your bottom lip juts out to pout, needy for more of his touch. he quietly chuckles before dipping inside your wet cavern. you suppress your moan by leaning down on your desk to cover your head — savoring how your senpai’s digits glided across the ridges in your needy cunt. you were so immersed on what going on in your undergarments that you barely heard yaga say your name.

“-y/n.” his blunt tone shoots through your ear canal and you abruptly sit up.

“y-yes sir?” you question, fighting the moan that rendered at the back of your throat.

“were you paying attention or were you too busy sleeping?” he awaits your response for the imposing question. even with those shades on, you knew there was a hard stare that was directed at you. geto turns to what was going on besides him, pondering at the way you stutter in embarrassment and how you let out soft squeaks in almost every sentence.

“n-n-no sir. i’m sorry. my head was just- ugh.” oooh that spot. that spot gojo hit just now. it felt so good. so heavenly. but you can’t get distracted. not now. stop gojo. please please please stop.

“ms. y/n? are you ok? do you need to go to the nurse’s office?” gojo’s pace quickens and you feel the pressure stifling your core. you bite your lip.

“i’m... fine, yaga-sensei. please continue teaching. i’m sorry for disrupting you.” yaga kept his gaze on you and you attempt to make the most normal face as possible. you felt his eyes skim over your features in search of spasms and irritations — after what felt like an eternity, he finally bought it, turning back around to resume where he left off.

your apprehension left your body once his attention was no longer on you and you trained your mind back to the matters at hand. gojo felt your pussy clasp around him harder — a sign that you were close to coming.

“you’re going to come while you’re in class? surrounded by all of your fellow classmates?” he mockingly questions. his perverse eyes lingered on your panting lips — legs quivering whenever you felt yourself getting closer to your approaching release.

“what if someone sees you?-” a vision of multiple eyes staring at your flustered body, heating up and shaking as gojo finger fucks the inside your leaky cunt to oblivion entered your mind.

“-nanami?” gojo’s whisper fans across your cheek as he leans closer to your side. you could hear the indistinct squelching coming from your pussy.

“-shoko?” it felt so good when his thumb kneaded at your pulsing clit. it beats at every stroke and flick — maintaining the build up that tickled your abdomen and kissed your g-spot.

“-geto?” fuck fuck fuck. you were there. it was coming. you were going to come right on this seat and stain it with your scent.

“do you even care?” gripping his wrists as you neared the end your nails pierced his skin.

“goo- gojoo, im coming. oh my god im going to come-”

he goes faster. faster than you can possibly imagine and you just know some people already noticed what gojo was doing to you under this desk. so dirty and libidinous and you didn’t do anything but spread your legs like a whore and give it to him. to let him do whatever he wished.

“you can do it, yes, good girl, come on. come all over my fingers. let everyone know how much of a slut you are that you’d even let a classmate finger you during the middle of class.”

you were getting there. just a little more, gojo. just... right... the-

RIIING RIIING

gojo retracts himself from the sound of the school bell and you bang your hand on the desk when you were denied of your orgasm. students started to pack their things to prepare for their next class.

“ok class, we’ll be reviewing this stuff tomorrow. class dismissed. have a good day.”

you try to catch your breath. you were irritated. so so irritated. orgasm denial wasn’t the best feeling in the world. you glared up at gojo but your eyes widen once he puts his fingers in his mouth — keeping eye contact as he seductively licked your sticky fluids off the base of his fingers.

he leans down to your ear once he finishes. “you taste so good, y/n. i could just eat. you. up.”

geto pushed him aside to helped you up (which you appreciated). “are you ok, y/n.”

“y-yeah, im ok. just a little headache is all.” geto’s eyes widens in realization once he remembers the bottle of pills in his bag and struggles to get them out.

“i have some pain relievers if you’d like to take some.”

“no it’s fine-”

“she’ll be fine, you worrywart.” the loud wolf slings his arm around your shoulder as you all walk out the classroom, cheesing at the fox behind him. his glare was harsh.

“i’m just being the better friend.” gojo waves him off, scratching the itch under his nose.

“yeah yeah, whatever.”

shoko shows up with nanami to her right and you all start to converse with one another as you make your way to your next class. shoko even pointed out what happened during class when yaga called on you but you just laugh it off.

during the whole time you were together, gojo didn’t let you go.

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