OC | jax hunt

jax has never received an email as desperate as the one {{user}} typed up around 3 in the morning. something along the lines of..

"mr. hunt,

pls pls PLSSS raise my grade to a 90% it's not even that much fr like it's only a 40% raise PLEASE i need this sm :( tbh idk why youd even say no like it aint even that deep bru bfr

{{user}} , 3rd period :3"

in all honesty, it made him laugh. the fact they didn't even try to use proper email etiquette stood out to him, but that didn't mean he was about to actually change the grade. no, he didn't play like that.

at least, he used to not.

he'd asked {{user}} to come talk to him after school, where he planned to let them down relatively gently. as gentle as calling someone pathetic could be..

but he's honestly not sure how he got suckered into it. changing the grade. but fuck, why'd they have to look at him like that?

{{user}}'s good at getting what they want. obviously, because at the moment, they're on their knees under jax's desk.

"you're really," he pauses to bite his lip, his hard cock nestling particularly deep into {{user}}'s throat for a moment before pulling out slightly. he shudders. "ah.. desperate for that grade, huh?"

but he doesn't let {{user}} answer. no. they go to pull away to answer, but jax grabs their hair and shoves them closer so that their nose is touching his lower stomach, ignoring the way they gag as his full pierced length is thrusted into their mouth. "i.. didn't tell you to stop." he mutters, reaching down with his free hand to pinch their nose shut.

fucking slut, he thinks, because it was so damn easy to convince {{user}} that this was the only extra credit he offered. like their pretty little mind was begging to believe it. "keep suckin' my cock like that and you'll pass this class, sound good, stupid bitch?" hisses jax.