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reiouta · 3 years

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Wanna Get Drunk and Nasty?

hehe, crossposted from my ao3! this is an 18+ toji x reader

word count: 2.9k

cw: alcohol usage, infidelity, body shots

Endless days at the office took up all the time you thought you had for yourself. Standing next to him, following him, reminding him of the never-ending business meetings that were crammed into his schedule. He always scowled at the reminder, but always softened his delivery with a “thank you, darling,” or any sort of those pet names. Your personal favorite was doll or darling, it sent flutters in your heart and lower bits. You felt bad for your raven haired boss as you both stayed in the office overtime when the moon stays at its highest point of the night, almost every night. Filling out paperwork and filing took up the overtime hours; your boss, by the time midnight struck, his tie was already loosened while his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His arms looked amazing, his veins became more prominent while he gripped his fountain pen. You could salivate at the sight of your disheveled-looking boss. Your eyes would travel up his arms and up to his hand, wondering how you’d look under him, his hand wrapped around your neck.

However, the moon would always illuminate the silver band around his ring finger in the midst of your lustful thoughts. It shined bright under the light, reflecting light onto your murkied thoughts, reminding you he is indeed a married man. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, knowing how badly you wanted your boss to be yours, but alas, he’s a married man with a family. “Mr. Fushiguro, these are the last of the documents,” you said in a small voice, when his sharp feline eyes gazed up at you from his work. His stoic expression morphed into a curt smile, taking the folder from your grasp.

“Thank you, darling. You should head off now, your partner is probably worried with how long you stay here,” Toji said, opening up the pale yellow folder. Looking down at your hands, heat rose to your cheeks.

“I don't really have someone waiting for me at home, I’m single, sir,” you responded, a bit flustered. Who wouldn’t be embarrassed to admit to their boss that you’re single as fuck? He let out a breath, before giving you an apologetic gaze. “I could say the same about you sir, you should probably head home. Your wife is waiting for you at home, we can continue filing later on, you don’t have anything on your schedule.”

“We don’t have any meetings? Thank fuck, I was getting tired of that old man,” He groaned, pausing while twiddling with that glimmering ring. The one you wished that he wore for you. “I mean, I suppose I do,” he continued, his voice void of any particular emotion. His eyes shifted towards the bottle of bourbon collecting dust at the corner of his office before his gaze flicked back to you, the moonlight seemed to make his eyes glow in the dark room. “Do you want to be a dear and bring me that bourbon? It’s been collecting dust since god knows when.” You nodded at his request, bringing back the beautifully decorated glass tray that held the bottle and several shot glasses lined with gold paint. Every step you took, you felt like shrinking back further and further. You nearly drowned in the intensity of his stare, withering inside your lust-ridden thoughts. Before Toji even asked, you opened the bottle, the sound of the stopper clinging against the glass made you cringe. Taking one of the shot glasses, you poured the bourbon, still feeling Toji’s predatory gaze on your body. His larger hand engulfed your much smaller ones, guiding the glass towards his mouth whilst still in your grasp.

Looking down at him, your heart skipped a beat watching your boss drink from your hands, his eyes staring directly up at you. A gush of wetness soaked your panties at his expression. He pulled away when he finished the shot. “I’m surprised you’re single, dollface. You follow orders so well, listen well. Gorgeous face, gorgeous body; truly a sight for sore eyes,” He commented, his eyes still dead set on your figure. You flushed at the comment, shifting your legs to alleviate the throbbing heat in between your legs. It was damn near painful to know you couldn’t get what you wanted. You sat on the corner of the dark wood desk, pressing your soaked pussy against the cool corner. A bit of pleasure shot through your veins upon secretly grinding against the corner. Toji’s usual nonchalant expression was a bit flushed, watching your movement, every hitch of your breath. Gazing back at your boss and the empty glass twiddling in his thick fingers, your hand trotted towards his glass. He quirked a thin eyebrow at your actions as you took the glass from him, filling it up with bourbon. You took a swing, feeling the hot liquid burn your throat as it slid down into your stomach. Your eyes locked on him as you finished the shot, setting it down back in front of Toji. A smirk split on his face, rolling his seat out a bit, patting his lap.

Perhaps alcohol made you too bold. Filling the glass with bourbon once more, your pumps clicked against the floors, walking towards Toji. You made yourself comfortable on his thick muscular thighs. You felt every dip and crease of his thigh despite the layers of clothes you two had on. Offering the glass to Toji once more, he drank the shot from your hand, a low groan gurgled in the back of his throat. “Am I doing good, Mr. Fushiguro?” You said, your voice feigning innocence. He looked down at you, his heavy hand gripping your thigh.

“So fucking good,” He growled out as you pushed your ass closer to his crouch, feeling his slightly hardened bulge grow. His body was pressed against your smaller body. You never realized how large he was against you, you never felt so small. Your heartbeat pulsated in more than one area, his hardening bulge pressing your plump ass. His rather large hand squeezed your plush thighs, slightly grinding your ass against his hardened dick.

“You’re not concerned at all that you’re doing this with your married boss?” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your body, whimpering followed suit as your sensitive clit cried out for more stimulation. His grip on your thighs tightened as the sound of your skin tone pantyhose ripping echoed in the room, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.

“I see how you stare, darling,” he empathized with the word darling, his hands traveling up to your waist. He picked you up, settling your body on the desk in front of you. Your back laid flat against the papers the two of you have been working on for hours. A yelp left your mouth as Toji forcibly spread your legs, pitifully looking at your boss, your eyes glossing in lust. “You don’t give a fuck about my marriage, always eyefucking me like that. I bet deep down you want to be my little fucktoy, hm?”

“I did care, if I didn’t I would have fucked you much sooner.” you replied, resting your legs on Toji’s broad shoulders. A lazy smirk spread across your face. “And what about you sir? It takes two to tango.” Another yelp spilled from your glossed lips upon feeling Toji’s heavy hand smack down on your clothed clit.

“You were doing so well, what happened with that mouth of yours?” Toji said mockingly, pressing his thumb against your sensitive nub. A wordless breath left your mouth, rolling your hips slightly to help with the unadulterated lust soaking through your panties. He let out a low whistle while pulling his hand away from your cunt; his thumb slightly damp. “God, you’re fucking soaked,” he muttered to himself, before licking his thumb from your juices. Your hands fumbled with the zipper on the side of your fitting pencil skirt, stopping in tracks upon seeing Toji’s menacing gaze. “Don’t. Keep them on, you don’t know what damned things this skirt does to me,” he said, pushing the skirt up to your belly, revealing the thin fabric of your pantyhose that barely covered your white lacy panties. Another rip captured your attention, a gust of cold air tickling at your pussy. Your lips desperately clung onto the panties’ damp moisture, outlining the shape of your cunt. With fluttering lashes, you looked at your boss, his expression looked much similarly to a hunger-stricken animal. It took him a while to bunch your underwear to the side, admiring the view of your wet, clenching pussy. A wave of insecurity washed over you, nearly making you close your legs.

“Mr. Fushi- ah!” Abruptly, his finger slid into you, burying itself in your plush walls. Heavy breaths came from you as Toji continued his ministrations. It was so hot, the temperature in your body and the room seemed to increase as beads of sweat on Toji’s forehead started to glisten under the moonlight. You could hear every lewd squelch, accompanied by Toji’s heightened breathing. He added another finger, a finger with a cool object wrapped around it that always stopped at the entrance of your slit; his wedding band. “Sir- please,” you managed to squeeze out, balling your hands on your blouse as a futile attempt to grip onto something.

“Say it again.” He rasped out, he felt your walls tightened a bit at the command. His voice was so low and riddled in hunger, it made your walls flutter.

“Sir,” you moaned out, rolling your hips with his fingering. The tips of his thick fingers brushed against your sweet spot, your hips jerking up followed by a pitchy moan. Dipping his head down, Toji can feel the heat radiating off of you. His nose brushed against your clit, before latching his mouth onto your nub. Your legs began to shake as pleasure and a lack of air built up in your being, as Toji’s tongue wrote his name on your clit, his fingers prodding at your g-spot. Toji nearly salivated at the taste of your cunt, a low moan gurgled in his throat. The vibrations of his moan sent you over the edge, the air left your lungs as you arched your back. You came in a heated rush, collapsing on the chilled desktop, electricity washing through every inch of your body. The coldness from the desk sent goosebumps across your feverish body. Heavy breaths heaved from your body, as Toji pulled away, his hands glistened in your juice. His chin dripped, his pupils were blown out. His gaze shifted from you to the forgotten bourbon bottle; the sound of the bottle opening brought you out of your hazed mind, seeing Toji taking a swing of it whilst buttoning his damp white shirt. He looked like he was carved by the Gods themselves, taking hours for every hill of muscle. Endless scars and improperly healed wounds decorated his torso, you couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him, including the scar adorning his lips. You hoped Toji didn’t notice your staring at his scars. (of course he did, he just opted not to say anything, for now.) Your eyes followed his happy trail down to the V in his hips. With a urgnancy, Toji’s hand ran down the buttons of your blouse, as they flew across the room in various directions. Your mouth fell open at his brute strength, you could already feel the smirk of cockiness from the man. “Oh you like that huh? I got plenty more where that came from,” he said, pulling down your matching white flower lace bra, immediately latching onto your nipple. A pleased sigh left your mouth as Toji paid attention to your breasts, slightly grinding his clothed bulge against your still tingly pussy. Before pulling away, he left a chaste kiss in between your breasts, his eyes gazing into yours. Grasping the bourbon, Toji looked at you. “I hope you don’t mind stains.”

“I’m sorry what?” Shivers shot up your spine, as the liquid filled your belly button the brim, nearly spilling over onto your belly. Arching your back up a bit, Toji’s hands ran under your back as his mouth latched onto your belly. The liquid burned in his throat, his tongue lapping at any remnants of the alcohol in your belly button before pulling away. He left a trail of sloppy kisses up to your collarbone, the alcohol in his grasp. The smell of alcohol lingered on your skin as Toji poured the bourbon on your collarbone before lapping it up. Unexpectedly, his teeth pierced your skin a bit before he suckled on it, leaving a burning red mark that would surely turn into a beautiful dark hickey by morning.

Pulling away from your neck, Toji nearly chuckled at your flustered expression. “You know the janitors should be here soon.” He said, pausing before he pulled down his boxers. His dick smacking against his lower abdomen. Your eyes widened at his size, not even paying attention to his expression. “Hey now, you’re gonna stare, you might as well take a picture,” he said, lining his head with your slit. The tip prodded your hole, your gasp getting caught in your breath.

“I’ve never been with anyone with your size…” you admit bashfully, making him chuckle.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” The head of his dick slipped between your folds, a groan leaving the two of you. It’s been awhile since Toji has had sex with his hectic schedule and his rocky marriage. Easing himself out and then back in at a steady pace, Toji huffed. Your pitched moans sounded like music to his ears; he drove into you, his thrusts became harder and harder with each pass until you were breathless and frantic. Your fingers clawed at the desk, gripping one of the folders. “Oh- God!” you cried out.

“Why are you calling my name?” He said with a cheeky grin, His furious thrusts sent the objects on his desk flying onto the floor, the sound of glass shattering made your body freeze up. The photo of his wife fell over, but you didn’t give a damn; all you could think about was the release that threatened and the blood rushing in your ears. Shameless moans spilled over your lips, increasing in volume as the knot in your gut continued to churn; you didn’t care if the janitors heard you. Hell, you didn’t care if the whole damn city heard you, you finally got what you wanted. “You sound like a whore, you want the janitors to hear you?” He said, leaning down close to your face.

“I don’t care!” you cried out, your lips ghosting over his; the hollow sound of your skins slapping together ricocheted in the room, spilling into the presumably empty hallways. The knot in your gut finally snapped, your mouth falling open whilst clawing at Toji’s veiny forearms. Toji looked down at your orgasmic face, the moonlight illuminating your features. He paused his thrusting to stop and admire your face. He looked down at you with such soft eyes, it was such a shame you didn’t see it.

Jitters ran through your body, your legs as weak as jello. Blinking slowly, your vision was greeted with Toji’s flushed expression. He was panting slightly, his tanned cheeks beamed red. His scarred lip twitched upwards into a smirk. “You back?” You nodded, your eyes glossy in forming tears from your intense orgasm. “Good. Wrap your arms around my neck.” You obeyed, feeling his arms wrap around your waist before lifting you up. Your back met the cool window, looking into his feline-like eyes. His hands moved down to your thighs to balance your body properly. Thrusting upwards, his tip brushed against your g-spot, another gasp leaving you. Toji didn’t waste any time with his driving pace. His breath became louder, labored, and short, as his thrusts were more frantic. He was as hard as a rock inside you, filling your walls. You could sense he was so close as were you with your sensitivity. “God, it’s like your pussy was made for me.”

“Only for you, Mr. Fushiguro,” you squealed out, your hold around his neck tightened as your back arched off the glass window. His body drove into your hips a final time, and then he was moaning again and again. Listening to him made your insides quiver, your walls fluttering around his pulsating dick. The feeling of him pulsing inside you was like nothing else, his constant animalistic moans nearly matched with your whorish ones.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he groaned out one last time, his dick painting your insides white. He pressed his damp forehead against yours, his cum seemed endless, filling you to the absolute brim. You two stayed in that position for a while before Toji pulled out, his cum dripping down your thigh the moment he pulled out. He let your body fall against him, guiding you to the leather couch. Your head fell against his chest, listening to his heavy breathing and the rummage of his heartbeat. He pressed a kiss on the top of your head, squeezing your hip. Your tired eyes shifted towards the door as you two came down from your highs. Squinting at the door, you had wondered if the door was cracked open the entire time.

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reiouta · 3 years

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pretty boy swag

i was just in a silly goofy mood, dont take it seriously pls;; gojo x gn! reader

summary: gojo being a pick me boy for you

AU where curses don’t exist; tw underaged smoking and drinking courtesy of shoko. art by @reiouta

you didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate the menace to society; satoru gojo. as of the passing recent months, he started actually acknowledging your existence after months of hanging around his acquaintances. you weren’t sure if you missed that he walked past you as if you were thin air, constantly bumping shoulders with him or gojo actually pestering you in the name of “wanting to get closer.”

walking down the empty halls of your school, you had memorized each route gojo and his group walked down… just to avoid them. an all too familiar voice followed by a song boomed in the empty hallways; dread immediately rose in you, as you attempted to pick up speed to lose track of the white haired teen. “pretty boy coming through,” he said in a sing-a-long voice, his eyes landing on your distant figure. “(name)!” he called out, making you flinch. slowly, you turned your head, a forced smile burning the sides of your mouth.

“hey gojo,” you squeaked out; you wished you could beat yourself up for sounding so meek. on gojo’s sides, two others peered out, the more tolerable ones from the group; suguru getou and shoko ieiri. a sigh of relief left your mouth upon seeing the two. getou’s usual content expression morphed into one of a sly fox.

“now gojo, it’s not nice to scare the underclassmen. you should know better,” getou said, followed up by shoko’s sarcastic tsk tsk of disappointment.

“right? what would poor utahime think about you bothering her best friend?” shoko said. she wore gojo’s sunglasses, adjusting them every now and then when they slid down her high nose bridge.

you take it back. they were just as bad as him.

gojo’s mouth opened to say something, but the bell cut him off. saved by the bell; quite literally. “get to class,” he said instead, another smirk splitting his face.

“i plan to,” you deadpanned, before hastily rushing to your first period, math. never have you wanted to be in math class so bad until gojo popped into your life. hell, you weren’t even good at math.

why had he started tormenting you out of all people? there was nothing particularly extraordinary about you; maybe it was the fact you were close to utahime? or nanami and haibara?

lost in your thoughts and endless possibilities, you had missed the bell ringing until the bubbly boy peered over your desk. his doe-like eyes scanned your dazed out face. “(name)? earth to (name)?” haibara said, waving his hand in front of your face. the taller blond man sighed, watching you finally snap out of your thoughts.

“you don’t even have any of the notes written, (name), that isn’t good for the quiz tomorrow,” nanami said, pulling out his composition book, before beckoning you to take the notebook.

“kenny,” you started.

“i’ll take that notebook right back if you call me that again.”

“you are godsent,” you said, batting your eyelashes his way. a hearty laugh emitted from haibara, his bright smile nearly lit up nanami’s mood once more.

“what’s got you thinking so hard?” haibara asked, draping his body over the seat while watching you pack up.

“surely if you’re thinking, it’s never good,” nanami muttered, earning an offended ‘hey’ from you. pressing your cheek against your balled fist, letting out a small hum. do you tell them or not?

“it’s just that, you know how gojo had never acknowledged me before? he’s been non stop pestering me these days and i’m thinking to myself; why? he couldn’t possibly like utahime and trying to get information out of me, she hates his guts!” you exclaimed, adjusting the bag over your shoulders. the duo glanced at each other, focusing back on you.

“(name), have you considered that he may like you? you know? have a crush?” haibara said, scratching the back of his head. you stayed silent for a while, pondering on the idea of gojo liking you.

“that’s a joke right,”

“why are you so pessimistic about people actually taking interest in you, romantically?” nanami asked, leaning against the desk.

“no romantic attention from anyone my entire life,” you said, standing from your seat.

“how lonely,” haibara responded.

the last few periods went by quicker than expected. the ring of the bell pulled you out of your thoughts, turning away from the window. it was surprisingly beautiful for this time of year; the skies were blue, soft fluffy clouds passed every now and then. the occasional gust of wind rattled windows of your class as your teacher paused his lecture. you preferred the gloomy weather, but seeing the clear skies was nice. packing up your materials and standing, you peered out the door, widening your eyes. down the hall was your trio of haibara, nanami and utahime… speaking to the other trio. utahime’s raven hair was tied in a low ponytail, a vague look of annoyance washed over on her face as gojo spoke, her expression softened every time shoko had interjected the conversation. you always wondered why the two aren’t dating yet. nanami’s eyes landed on your figure, his fingers pointed downwards towards the steps, in hopes gojo hadn’t seen you yet.

unfortunately for the both of you, he had caught notice of nanami’s subtle hand motions and followed his eyes towards you. “wow, it’s (name)! we were just waiting on you!” gojo said, his sunglasses shifted downwards, revealing his icicle blue eyes. utahime turned towards you, mouthing an ‘i am so sorry.’ reluctantly, your feet dragged along the halls, it felt as if weights were tied around your ankles. eventually, you made it towards the group; gojo’s long arm draped around your shoulders. your heart raced at the sudden gesture, heat raising to your face. “wouldn’t we be so cute together? look how big my hand is compared to theirs!” he exclaimed, his hand engulfed in yours.

“nah, you guys wouldn’t, sorry he’s so annoying, (name). no wonder why getou gets more hoes than you,” shoko said, pulling out a single cigarette and a lighter from her bag. her auburn eyes met yours, “want one?”

“shoko! how many times do i have to say not to smoke? and (name) is young too!” utahime sighed, earning a small ‘sorry’ from the girl. the black haired teen peered over at you, another sly expression settling over his face.

“say, satoru; let me compare hands with (name) too, i want to see something,”

“you can compare from afar,” gojo responded, pulling you closer to his side. a chesire cat grin split shoko’s face, slinging her arm over your body as well.

“cmon satoru, sharing is caring~” her body smelt of husky tobacco, traces of pinewood on her uniform. her breath smelt like strawberry bubblegum; her glossed lips came closer to your ear, “play along,” she whispered, her brunette strands brushing against your cheek. a snore followed by a scoff came from gojo’s scrunched up expression.

“don’t you have a bottle of vodka you should be downing? besides (name) doesn’t like girls like you,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

“well, why don’t we ask (name), what do you say?”

“don’t put them on the spot like that; seriously, you guys, you’re third years for pete’s sake,” utahime swatted shoko’s arm off your body whilst poking gojo’s side, making him squeal as he let go of you. a frown replaced his usual cocky expression.

“geez utahime, i didn’t take you as the jealous type- ouch, what was that for?” gojo exclaimed, the water bottle bouncing off his head. he rubbed his head. you stared at haibara’s sympathetic expression, still processing everything that happened within a matter of minutes.

just what the fuck was going on?

weeks had passed since that incident and things had become fairly normal again. your grades were flourishing, with the help of haibara and nanami. the three of you have been hanging out more often; utahime and shoko finally started dating. the two of them occasionally tagged along with your trio. gojo has finally stopped pestering you; you should be happy, no? you had convinced yourself that you didn’t miss the attention from the white haired teen. everything you did felt empty without his presence.

you had memorized each hallway gojo and his group walked down, passing through them; in hopes he would stop you, calling your name in his usual whiny voice. you didn’t hear his favorite song; no more him bringing you close with his lanky arms. subconsciously, you brought your hand close to your shoulders, feeling the ghost of gojo’s touch. “(name)? what are you doing here? more like, why are you standing there?” a feminine voice called out. you turned, seeing shoko standing down the hall, her bag slugged over her shoulder, a lit cigarette dangled from the corner of her lips.

“shoko,” her name left your lips in a hushed whisper. “why are you here?” she quirked her lip to the side, pursing her pink lips.

“i’m heading to see menace 1 and menace 2, now, answer my question. you hardly come around these parts,” shoko said, leaning against the wall.

“can i come with you?”

“huh… ah, you miss gojo?” overwhelming amounts of embarrassment washed over your expression; you could already sense your face radiating in heat.

“whatever! i just want to check up on him, that’s all.”

walking down the road, you and shoko conversed, her short auburn tresses blowing in the wind. the roads and sidewalks were painted orange as the sun nestled under the skyline.

“i thought you stopped smoking?” you asked, as shoko tossed the finished cigarette on the sidewalk, stomping on it.

“i’m trying for utahime, but it gets hard when i’m stressed, you know? especially with dumb and dumber,” she said, pulling out a silver flask.

“shoko!”

“what? do you want a sip?”

“no!”

sitting at the park, getou and gojo awaited shoko’s arrival. squinting his eyes at the distance, getou spotted two figures walking towards them. “looks like shoko has company,” getou mentioned, looking back at his taller companion. a frustrated groan left gojo; his glasses slipping down his face.

“good god, if she brings utahime again,” he responded, extending his arms on the bench, his legs spread out. a sly smirk twitched onto getou’s face.

“hey shoko and (name)!” getou exclaimed, waving. gojo’s half-lidded eyes shot open at your name, adjusting his sunglasses. his lanky body rose from the bench, straightening out his sluggish position. he cleared his throat, crossing his legs over each other. upon seeing getou and shoko greet one another, your eyes drifted off to the white haired male sitting in the background, avoiding eye contact with you. a crestfallen expression washed over your face, shuffling over to gojo.

“hey, gojo,” you said softly, sitting across from him. he let out a hum of acknowledgement before looking down at the painted bench. “why have you been avoiding me?”

“why have i been avoiding you? i don’t know (name), maybe just maybe, it’s because i don’t want to bother you with my advances, y’know? could be a contributor i guess, i don’t know, it’s a mystery,” gojo responded, traces of sarcasm in his usual bright voice. he was quite literally a child, huh? your mind recoiled, a frown twitching onto your face. is this who you really want to date?

“listen, i know, and i’m sorry; i just miss you a lot, okay? i like you by my side,” you muttered the last part to yourself. unfortunately for you, gojo had heard every single bit of it.

“huh? what did you say?” he teased, resting his hand on top of yours. his glasses slide down his nose, revealing his ice blue eyes. “you like me, eh?”

“don’t push it.”

the winter semester rolled by rather quickly. walking into the heated building, you removed your outside shoes and scarf. after preparing yourself for the long day, you walked down the hallway, spotting your group down the hallway. peering over the group, gojo waved at you with a big smile, his cheeks and nose tip flushed red from the cold. “babe!” he said, walking over to you with opened arms. heat rose to your face, as he wrapped his arms around you, peppering your face with small kisses. his cold fingers cupped your feverish skin. “my own personal heater,” he said.

“hey, get a room, you two,” shoko said, pulling out an unlit cigarette. utahime frowned at her, as shoko mumbled a small sorry before putting away the cigarette.

“i know miss locking lips isn’t talking,” gojo sneered back. “guys look at how cute (name) is compared to me! their hands are so small!” he gushed, pressing your warm hands against his.

if it were you four months ago, you’d rip away your hand in disgust, however, a warm smile split your face, holding onto his long slender fingers.

“look they are even holding onto me,” gojo said, as the bell rang. everyone shuffled around to their respective classes as you and your group stayed at the end of the hall. with a smirk, his white eyelashes fluttered under his sunglasses. they slowly went down his nose bridge, exposing his beautiful eyes once more. “get to class.”

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