#gojo x teacher!reader

[pengujoon]

DRUNK-DAZED

content. gojo x drunk!reader, fluff, lots of fluff and domesticity! reader gets hit on in the bar, protective gojo. teacher!reader au (NOT to be mistaken as a student x teacher relationship). NOT established relationship au, but things get well at the end

a/n. I love this one so much. honestly who wouldn’t want to wake up to a beauty like gojo right next to them? 

The night was alive with energy as the city's neon lights painted the streets in a vibrant palette. You found yourself seated at the bar of a trendy establishment, laughter and conversations merging into a symphony of shared moments. The bartender was a familiar face, and the ambiance felt like a comforting embrace.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Satoru Gojo — the charismatic and enigmatic jujutsu sorcerer — had decided to explore the city's nightlife. Fate had guided him to the very bar where you had become a regular presence.

As he entered, the atmosphere shifted. Gojo's presence was magnetic, drawing attention from all corners of the room. His gaze scanned the crowd before landing on you at the bar. A glint of recognition crossed his eyes, and he approached with his signature charisma.

"Isn't this a pleasant surprise?" Gojo's smooth voice carried a hint of amusement as he took the seat beside you.

You turned, a mixture of surprise and delight evident on your face. "Gojo, what brings you here?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Just thought I'd see what the nightlife has to offer. And it seems I've stumbled upon a familiar face."

A blush tinted your cheeks, and you couldn't suppress a smile. "Well, welcome to my little corner of the night."

As the hours passed, conversation flowed with an easy familiarity. You shared stories, laughed at each other's jokes, and navigated the evening with the kind of companionship that felt both comforting and thrilling.

"Okay, but imagine if our curses had a karaoke night," you exclaimed, your voice punctuated by laughter.

Gojo's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I can already picture Todo belting out power ballads."

Laughter echoed around you, and as the night deepened, the bar seemed to come alive with its own energy. The bartender, who had become a friend, served your drinks with a knowing smile.

Just as the shroud of midnight enveloped the sky, a shadow fell over the bar. A stranger had approached, his intentions unclear but his demeanour unsettling. His gaze lingered on you, and a shiver ran down your spine.

Gojo's posture subtly shifted, a protective edge entering his expression. His presence radiated authority, sending a clear signal that he was not to be trifled with.

The stranger's smile was anything but reassuring. "Well, well, what do we have here? A lovely lady and her handsome companion."

Your heart raced as Gojo's grip on his glass tightened. His voice was calm but laced with a warning edge. "Can we help you with something?"

The stranger's eyes flickered between you and Gojo, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Just thought I'd offer the lady some company. She seems like she could use a real man by her side."

Before you could react, Gojo's presence intensified. His voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto the stranger's with unwavering intensity. "She's perfectly capable of choosing her own company. Now, I suggest you leave."

The tension in the air was palpable, and the stranger seemed to think better of his words. With a mocking grin, he backed away, disappearing into the early morning haze.

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding, and your gaze met Gojo's. His expression had softened, the edge of protectiveness replaced by genuine concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Gojo's lips curved into a small smile. "You know, I've got a reputation to uphold. Can't have anyone causing trouble for someone under my watch."

As the clock neared 2 a.m., the world outside was shrouded in darkness. The drinks had flowed generously, and a warm buzz enveloped you. You felt carefree, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted.

"Gojo-sensei," you slurred playfully, "you're really something else, you know?"

He grinned, his own words slightly slurred. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"

You leaned in conspiratorially, your voice hushed. "You've got that enigma thing going on. Like, who even are you, really?"

Gojo's laughter was infectious, filling the air as he leaned closer. "Ah, the mystery deepens."

As the night progressed, you found yourself drifting into a haze of warmth and laughter. Time became fluid, and the line between reality and the intoxicating atmosphere of the bar blurred.

At some point, the bar's lights seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow. The laughter continued, but you were cocooned in a bubble of your own, your eyelids growing heavier by the moment.

"Hey, are you okay?" Gojo's voice broke through the fog, his concern evident.

You managed a drowsy smile. "I'm good, just... cozy."

Gojo chuckled, and before you knew it, strong arms were wrapped around you. His warmth was reassuring, and as you leaned against him, you felt a sense of safety and protection you hadn't experienced before.

"Time to head back," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody.

Your surroundings blurred as Gojo guided you, the city's lights a soft glow in the background. The night was still young, and while the world continued its dance, you were wrapped in the arms of a protector, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

And as you succumbed to the embrace of sleep, you couldn't help but think that sometimes, the night could bring surprises that left you with a sense of wonder and warmth.

Your body felt weightless, cradled in a protective embrace. Your head rested against a solid chest, the rhythmic sound of a heartbeat reverberating through you. As consciousness gradually returned, you became aware of the gentle swaying motion and the soft footfalls beneath you.

You were being carried.

Your eyes fluttered open, your vision hazy as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. The city lights blurred into streaks of colour, and the cool night air brushed against your skin.

And there it was — the subtle, inviting scent that had greeted you, like a whisper in the air. It was a fragrance that mingled with the night, an aroma that made your senses come alive.

"Easy there," a voice murmured, its tone both comforting and amused.

Your colleague was carrying you. The Satoru Gojo was carrying you, his arms securely around you as he navigated the darkened streets. Your initial surprise gave way to a mixture of gratitude and confusion.

"Gojo-sensei?" you managed to mumble, your words slurred from the lingering effects of the alcohol.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling against your cheek. "That's right. Just relax, I've got you.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest, a sense of safety that was both unexpected and oddly comforting. The night's events seemed surreal, a blend of laughter, drinks, and now this — being carried by the very person you had shared the night with.

As you rested against him, your thoughts began to drift, and your eyelids grew heavy once more. The sensation of being in his arms, his heartbeat as your lullaby, carried you into the embrace of sleep.

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a soft glow, you shifted in your sleep, your senses gradually awakening. The first thing you felt was warmth — a cocoon of comfort and security that enveloped you.

Your eyes fluttered open, and there he was — Satoru Gojo, still beside you, his arms wrapped around you in an embrace that felt both protective and intimate. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his expression peaceful in sleep.

The events of the previous night flooded back — the laughter, the shared stories, being carried by him — and now, waking up in his embrace. It was a moment of vulnerability and connection that left your heart racing.

For a few moments, you simply watched him, taking in the details — the tousled hair, the relaxed features, the way his arms held you close as if unwilling to let go.

But it was when your gaze shifted to his face that you were truly captivated. The soft morning light cast a gentle glow upon his features, accentuating the curve of his lips and the peaceful expression that graced his features in slumber.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was mesmerising, a reminder that even the most powerful could find solace in the embrace of dreams. His lips, which had quirked into countless smiles and sly grins, now held an air of serenity, their subtle curve almost poetic against the canvas of his face.

And as you continued to watch him, a rush of tenderness swept over you. It was a rare privilege, to witness the vulnerability of a man who often wore his strength like armour. In this moment, there was no grandeur, no pretence — just Satoru Gojo, as he truly was.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the man who held your heart, even in his unconscious state. His beauty was not just in his striking appearance, but in the way he made you feel — safe, cherished, and utterly alive.

As if sensing your gaze, Satoru stirred, his eyes slowly opening. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he met your gaze, his hold on you never wavering.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur.

"Good morning," you replied, your voice soft and filled with a mixture of emotions.

He shifted slightly, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he leaned in. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, a sweet affirmation of the connection that had formed between you.

When he pulled back, his gaze held a warmth that reached deep into your heart. "How did you sleep?"

You smiled, your heart fluttering in response to the tenderness in his gaze. "Better than I've slept in a while."

His smile deepened, and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm glad to hear that."

As you settled back against him, his embrace felt like home — a place of comfort and safety, of shared laughter and whispered promises. And as you closed your eyes, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek, you couldn't help but think that sometimes, the most cherished moments were the ones that took you by surprise, leading you to a connection that felt both extraordinary and right.

I’m in such a brainrot for this man. the power he holds over my thoughts even if he's fictional is just immaculate

[fumikoshi]

He is yours

✧ — SUMMARY; Gojo's sweet student is jealous of him and reminds him of who he belongs to

✧ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! reader, a lot of nicknames, extremely size kink, age gap, reader's age is 18, riding, belly bulge

"Wait here, sensei. I'll go grab us some kikufuku, okay?" you said with a cute smile on your face

he nodded, returning the big smile and giving a thumb "Sounds perfect! I'll be right here~."

You went towards the food stand, your heart fluttering with excitement. You bought a small bag of kikufuku and you turned back to go to Gojo.

but as soon as you turned your back, you saw a woman. The kikufuku bag fell out of your hand as soon as you saw the woman.

she was engaging in conversation with Gojo.

a pang of jealousy pricked at your heart, who was she?

approaching cautiously, you heard snippets of the conversation. The woman seemed to be asking for directions, or else she was trying to talk to your sensei and get his number under the pretext of asking for directions.

there was a possibility that he might do that because your sensei was undeniably handsome.

you couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

without thinking, you went to them and clung to Gojo's arm, pressing your petite body against him. "Senseiii, I don't feel well" you murmured dramatically, "Please take me home." gojo turned his gaze to you, and a grin slowly appeared on his face when he saw you staring at the woman he was talking to. He wrapped his arm around her delicate waist protectively and looked at the woman again

''you heard her, ma'am, I need to be a good teacher and take my poor student home immediately~''

His grip on your waist was tightened

"Let's get you home, my cute student~''

''S-sensei-Ah~ ''

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by moans and gasps from both Gojo and you. Both of your voices blend in a chorus of pleasure and desire.

''Y-you are mine, sensei... No other woman can touch you like that.''

With your possessive words, a wry grin spread across his handsome face, he laughed under his breath

''ahah~, my lovely student is really daring today, isn't she~?''

You were so ashamed. Your cheeks were blushed. You had never ridden him before, you had never spoken to him in such a daring way before.

But you couldn't help it, you were extremely jealous. The fact that the woman he was talking to was really... beautiful.

''Tell me you'll never look at anyone else but me, sensei.''

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure, the bed creaking under their movements.

''Fufu~, so this is what happens when my little girl gets jealous~''

Your petite body was bouncing on Gojo's massive cock, your delicate body rising and falling. Your mouth is open in a mix of pleasure and exertion. His piercing blue eyes shifted to your delicious tits jiggling with every thrust before his eyes. it was a perfect view.

''You think I'd prefer this pretty young cunny to another woman's, my little mochi~? Oh, only your sloppy cunt can make me so crazy~''

You are overjoyed. You felt touched. He was genuinely in love with you. A lovely smile appeared on your delicate face as tiny tears of delight spilled from your eyes.

''Awww~ is my pretty girl touched? Ah~ Don't cry cutie, your beloved sensei loves you more than you can imagine. So the only time you can cry is when I put this cock in your pussy.''

He slowly brought his hand to your delicate face and wiped away the small tears with his thumb. You leaned in his touch as you kept bouncing on his cock. your slender arms gripping onto his broad shoulders as you ride him. Your body moves in a slow rhythm, your hips bouncing on his large member. Moans and gasps echo through the room.

*clap*

*clap*

His large hands slowly slid from your cheek to your plump ass and spanked your soft ass. It causes your ass to ripple and slightly flush. You squealed sweetly and your body leaped in sweet shock and stopped for a moment.

''kya~!''

''Fufu~ go on, little girl~. Keep riding your sensei's cock like a slut~.'' Gojo's deep voice rumbled with satisfaction.

With that, you started to bounce on his cock again, your cute moans growing louder with each movement on his big cock.

Your small hand's grip on Gojo's shoulders tightened, nails digging into his skin. Gojo's large hands grip your soft hips as you rock back and forth on his big cock, his large hands enveloping your soft ass cheeks. He was guiding your movements as he revels in the feel of your soft skin against his hard body.

His eyes were a shade of blue so intense they seemed to pierce through the shadows, watching your every move with predatory interest. He could sense your approaching edge, so he slowed your pace with a firm grip, drawing out the pleasure and tormenting you with the promise of release.

He wanted you to beg for your release.

''S-Sensei~, ah~ahah~!''

He lifted you with ease to meet his powerful thrusts. The change in angle had you seeing stars, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. Your breath hitched as little spots of white danced before your watery eyes. your breath hitched in your throat, and your rhythm became more erratic as you chased your climax relentlessly.

*clap clap clap*

you whined above him, a high-pitched sound of frustration and need that was music to his ears. He smirked, white hair falling into his eyes as he decided whether to let you find sweet release or keep you teetering on the brink a bit longer.

"Please, sensei~" you gasped out, your trembling voice barely more than a series of panting breaths. "I need—"

"What do you need, my little one?" Gojo teased, his voice low and husky

you could barely form words, but your delicate, trembling body spoke volumes; it arched towards him, seeking completion.

"Y-you. I-I need you. P-please, sensei"

Tears streaming down your soft, blushed cheeks from overstimulation, sobs escaping your throat... God, you were gonna be the death of him.

His grip on your ass tightened, and his movements became more forceful, lifting you slightly and then pulling you down onto his cock with a vigor that left no room for thought—only feeling.

''I-I'm close~kyaah~''

*clap clap clap clap clap*

“Gojo... Sensei~” she gasped out between pants, her voice shaky with need. Your use of his title in such an intimate moment only made him crazy

“Let go for me, y/n”

He commanded in a low growl, contrasted with his earlier sarcastic and unserious tone. His voice was now rough with lust and edged with a raw desire that sent another wave of arousal coursing through you.

With one final thrust that reached deep within you, Gojo sent you spiraling over the edge into ecstasy. Your body shook as waves of pleasure crashed over you; you cried out his name like a sacred incantation as you clung to him.

Gojo followed soon after; his semen filled your fertile womb. There was a slight swelling in your tummy. He fell on his back on the bed and pulled you with him, wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you tightly to him. His cock was still inside you.

You put your cheek against his chest and whispered tiredly to him as you caressed his muscular chest as you lied on his body

''I love you so much, sensei...''

his gaze softened and smiled softly. What a cute little girl, he thought.

He inhaled your scent as he placed a long, passionate kiss on the crown of your head, his arms still wrapped tightly around you

''I love you too, y/n-chan''

[candy69gurl]

I love your Noncon stories so much... like DAMNNNN..... CAN you please do a teacher gojo (Gojo sensei) x student female reader noncon???? Where she trusts Gojo so much but at the end of the day she ends up being raped by Gojo..... pleaseeeeeeeeeee 💗💗💗💗

Are you.. not weak?

Teacher Gojo x student f!reader

Warnings- 18+, dark, non/con, mentions of violence blood (fight with curse), age gap (both are adults), public sex, misuse of trust, loss of virginity, nipple play, fingering, blow job, sex against wall, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), mutliple orgasm, raw sex (cumming inside), clit slapping, breeding kink

wc - 4.5k

ART NOT MINE !

The curse swirls and coils, spewing putrid venom at you. You dive out of the way, just evading the devastating strike. The curse screeches and lunges at you again, this time successfully scratching your arm with its sharp claws. You flinch as the venom sears like molten fire against your flesh. The curse charges at you again, its teeth and talons hungry for your flesh. You manage to dodge the assault at the last second, but your stamina is swiftly dwindling.

The curse's venom has burned and left your arm raw. The flesh around the cut is already growing septic, and the pain is excruciating.

The venom rushes through your veins like boiling liquid pain, impairing your judgement and equilibrium. You can hardly stand owing to the shock and anguish. You grab your arm, attempting to stop the flow of blood.

You see the curse about to harm you again.

A-am i going to die?

Gojo's eyes widen as he realises the curse is hitting you. He moves at incredible speeds, appearing beside you in an instant. He pulls you out of the path, accepting the curse himself. His six eyes sparkle brightly as he confronts the curse with strong focus and determination. The curse roars in rage, lashing out at Gojo with its claws and teeth. Gojo does not let the strike hit him due to his infinity blocking any attack attempt to hurt him.

Gojo got the news that you not in your dorm so, so he hurries out to find you, his six eyes narrowing as he tries to figure out where you could possibly be. His cursed energy rises as he explores his surroundings, looking for your scent or any indication of where you could be. He dashes from place to place, looking for any trace of you.

When he sensed you, he dashed to where you were, taking in the sight of you fighting a special grade curse.

He notices that you are damaged, with a burn mark on your arm and venom pouring through your veins. Without hesitation, he utilises his Purple Hollow to break the Special Grade curse. His cursed energy coalesces in his palm as he aims a massive blast at the curse. The Purple hollow hits its target with lethal precision, incinerating the curse instantly. The force of the blast sends the curse flying back and leaves a massive crater behind. Gojo lets out a heavy breath in relief as the curse is no more.

Gojo immediately rushes over to your side, his six eyes scanning you for any potential injuries. He sees that you are unconscious, your breaths slow and shallow. He can see that the venom is still coursing through your veins and the skin around the wound is beginning to scab over. He grimaces in concern as he sees the extent of your injuries.

He softly grabs your arms, lifts you, and carries you on his shoulder.

What was she even thinking.. he sighs, and in a second, Gojo transports you to Shoko using his teleportation power, your limp and unconscious body on his shoulders.

Your eyes fluttered open, and the scene around you became fuzzy and unclear as you tried to make sense of it all.

You're laying in bed with your arm bandaged and a dull aching from your wounds.

You sit up slowly, trying to recall what happened.

Your eyes survey the room, and then to Gojo sitting next to your bed.

"S-sensei?"

He gets up and moves closer to you.

"How do you feel?" he says quietly, his voice full of concerm.

"Mf'ne," you reply.

He gives you a slight smile, his eyes still full with anxiety

"The venom has been neutralised, so your condition is stable for now." He informs you. "You still need to rest. That was a high-level curse.I can't believe you were able to put them off that long."

"Why were you fighting a special grade curse alone.......Do you realise how dangerous that is?"

His tone implies dismay.

"I-", you try to make up something quickly.

He notices the guilt and embarrassment on your face. "You were trying to prove something, weren't you?" 

He asks quietly.

You were up against Miwa, who was apparently a fan girl of Gojo. You failed miserably, failing to land a single hit on her throughout the entire match while she effortlessly evaded your attacks and countered you flawlessly. After the match, you overhear Gojo talking to Miwa.

Gojo: "You did well. Your technique is impressive, especially the way you used the environment to your advantage."

Miwa: "Thank you, sensei."

Gojo smiled at her.

Gojo: Keep this up and one day you will be able to the strongest sorcerer like me.

Miwa squealed and blushed, her face brightens.

You rolled your eyes and felt jealous and embarrassed. You felt determined to prove to GOJO that you're just as good, if not better than her so you decided to go and find a special grade curse to fight, alone.

You continue to roll your eyes as you recall what happened a few days earlier, still feeling envious and ashamed by your bad performance and how much Gojo complimented Miwa.

You snap back to reality and realise you're still in the infirmary bed. Your arm injuries continue to pain, and you feel fatigued and weak. Gojo is still sitting next to your bed, staring at you intently.

"I asked you something, Y/N," Gojo squints his eyes, and you can feel it through the blindfold.

"I-i, yes. I only wanted to prove myself that I am strong, and I failed."

Gojo sighs with disappointment.

"Trying to prove yourself by fighting a special grade curse alone.. that was reckless. It's just too dangerous." He looks at you with a mixture of concern and frustration in his eyes. "You're just lucky that I was able to find you in time before anything even worse happened."

"S-sorry.."

He shakes his head, still looking at you with concern.

"It's alright. Just... don't try to do something like this again, okay? If something happens to you, I can never forgive myself", his voice laced with a slight hint of amusement.

"h-huh?" He smiles slightly "I mean it. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything bad happened to you." He pauses, his voice softening "You're my... favorite student after all"

He notices the blush on your cheeks and his smile widens. "Don't go blushing on me now", he teases, his voice laced with amusement.

He stops and gives you a serious look.

"You do understand that I'm saying this because I care about you, right?"

You nod without looking at his face.

"Just know that I'm constantly looking out for you and I will not allow anything bad to happen to you."

He pauses again, his face becoming more serious.

"I will keep my eyes on you."

You notice that Gojo has indeed been keeping a close watch over you. You can feel his eyes on you at all times, watching your every move and making sure you stay safe. He is also keeping an eye on who you talk to and what you do, making sure that you don't do anything foolish again.

He's been very vigilant and keeping a close eye on you, which makes you feel both secure and a bit uneasy at the same time.

Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, you trust Gojo and feel secure that he will protect you and keep you safe. You know that he is only doing this to make sure that you don't do anything foolish again, and ultimately you feel reassured by his watchful eyes.

It's true, you know that Gojo will come rushing to your rescue at the slightest indication of injury or discomfort. He's always keeping an eye on you and ready to act at any moment. His vigilance makes you feel both safe and loved, and you realize how lucky you are to have him. You know that he would do anything to protect and heal you.

The other sorcerers started noticing the strange behavior of Gojo. They found it odd that he began keeping a close eye on you and always watching out for you. They were wondering why he was doing this, as usually he doesn't bother about such small matters.

Whenever they pointed this out to him, he would give some reasons like "You're weak" and "You don't know what you are doing" which would make you angrily pout and say "I am not weak!", and "I know what I'm doing".

You are training with Yuji when something unexpected happens, and you find yourself in a lewd position with Yuji on top of you. Yuji fumbles over his own feet and falls on top of you, catching you both off guard. Both of you are flustered.

Just then, Gojo appears from nowhere. He sees you and Yuji in a very provocative position. He grabs Yuji's hoodie and pulls him off you.

"What you two are doing?" He notices Yuji blushing and stuttering, and you're still shaken and flustered by the situation.

"W-we were just t-training ..." Yuji stutters.

"Really. T-training is..." You also stutter, and you both appear flustered and embarrassed.

Suddenly, something explodes inside Gojo. At first, he thought it was just his annoyance with Yuji, but there was more to it. Fear or an unknown emotion he is not sure of it. He wanted to be your first choice, not anyone else.

Yuji says, "Uh.. I.. I have an important work.. I have to leave now." Yuji walks away with an awkward smile.

You both stand awkwardly, Gojo's expression unreadable. You avoid looking at him because you can feel his intense stare on you.

"Uh, I need to go somewhere," you suddenly say.

As you're about to leave, he says "You are not going anywhere."

"W-why not?"

"Because I said so. You are not going anywhere", his voice demmanding and angry He says with some intensity in that, his eyes are pinning you to your place.

" I-i don't understand why not ", you argue

"You don't need to understand."

You can see tension building up in his body, his muscles stiffening . He's acting weird than usual..... you cannot put your finger to it, but something's definitely wrong.

"Well , YOU CANT JUST ORDER ME AROUND LIKE THAT" you suddenly snap.

He stares at you with a fiery look, his eyes like daggers "Do not give me that attitude." His voice is laced with anger, he's clearly not in a good mood. He seems to be losing his patience with you.

"S-stop making fool of me infront of everyone."

He continues to stare at you for a minute, his rage rising

"Is that what you think?" He askss angrily, leaning closer to you while speaking.

You move back, now your back is against the wall of the Jujutsu High building

He appears to notice you leaning back and steps back slightly to give you some personal space. He's still looking at you with fierce eyes, and his voice remains keen as he speaks.

"I'm not making a fool of you in front of everyone. I'm just trying to protect you."

"I.. I don't need your protection"

He grimaces at that statement, his temper boiling up inside him once again. "Hah! You don't remember do you?", his voice harsh as he slams his hands on the wall trapping you against it. His voice is laced with anger as he speaks, he looks down at you. "You do not need my protection, then why the hell were you dying that day?", he growls.

"I.. am really grateful to you for that but that does not m-", you protest He interrupts you, his voice harsh.

"Shut up!" He's livid now, he takes off his blindfold with one hand and you can see his crystal blue, like diamond sword as he glares at you. "If you are really grateful why don't you show that to me?"

Your face shows confusion.

He's so close to you that you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He seems to be enjoying making you squirm, his eyes still filled with an intense look.  "Show me how grateful you are. Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

You try to push him away, but he holds his ground, not letting you go. You can feel his chest now against your body, heat radiating from him. He gives you a smirk as his hands move to hold your wrist, restraining you.

Your voice shake as you understand the situation you are in, "H-how am I gonna do that?"

"Hmmm..by giving me your virginity" he says with a hint of amusement in his voice .

Your eyes widen in fear and excitement, "Y-your joking."

His eyes are still intense and serious as he looks down on you. "Am I though?..."

"Sensei pls let me go", you plead, struggling.

"You wouldn’t wanna be on my bad side, sweetheart.” He grinned slyly, his grip tightening around her wrist. His breath ghosting across her cheek. He presses her against the wall more as his ears fill with her pondering heartbeats. “I will be gentle I promise..” His lips graze your earlobe gently, sending chills down your spine. 

"N-no please", your voice begging to let go.

“Hmm Don't you trust me Y/N? ” Gojo purs into your ear, his free hand roaming along your body, “I never intend to hurt you."

He releases his grip on your arms letting them fall down, and they shift to grab his shoulders to push him away. His hands cups your cheeks, squeezing them gently, keeping you close to his body. He chuckles darkly, a sinister look dancing in his eyes. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give you what you need.”

He does not wait for your response, his hands already travelling down to your legs going up to your thighs under your uniform skirt. You bite your lower lip closing eyes "Aww, you like that, baby? That’s good.” His voice dripped with seduction as he continues upward, lingering on your thighs. Gojo can't help but chuckle softly, his mouth hovering above yours.

“Guess you ain’t as resistant as you pretend to be.” He leans in, his lips brushing against yours, seizing the opportunity to capture your lips with his own. His tongue darts out to taste you, claiming ownership of your mouth.  Gojo wants you, he needs you, and now he's taking you right here. His hands roam freely, exploring every inch of your lovely body. As the kiss intensified, he feels your submission within it. His hand moves up to cup your breast, kneading it gently through your clothes.

“Let me have you,” he growls his teeth gently grazing your bottom lip. His other hand slide down your side, cupping your ass and pulling you closer, the heat building up in your core is unmistakable. 

"P-please not here, w-what if someone-"

"Then you better not make any noise." He whispers against your lips. His hands shift, beginning to tug at the buttons of your uniform shirt.

“We’ll do this right, ok?” He says reassuringly, yet demanding obedience. He can't resist the urge anymore, his body screams for you, his soul desires you. He needs to make this moment last, to imprint it onto both your minds forever. He starts unbuttoning your uniform, revealing delicate skin beneath.Your eyes follow his hand movements. 

A gentle bite on your neck made you gasp softly; a rush of adrenaline filled the air. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you from everything else.”

His voice was rough, almost animalistic in its hunger. He was determined to satisfy his primal urges. He unbottons all the bottons of your shirt.

You try to hide your exposed chest. 

Gojo's smirk widened as he feels you hiding yourself from him. "Don't do it.” He orders hoarsely, playing with the strap of your bra. "Don't you trust me?" 

You nod, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

He takes your hand which was hiding your breasts and kisses them gently. Pulling your bra up, he reveals your breasts, nipples hardening at his gaze. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, teasing them softly.  His hands travel down your waist, lifting your thigh up. His thumb rubbing against your clad clit.

You flinch at his touch, his lips curl up to an evil smile as he finds your neck again, nipping and sucking, marking you as his own.

  "Let me take care of you, baby." He pushes your undies aside, thrusting a finger inside you.

Your eyes shut close at his sudden thrust, "Aah, s-so sudden.." your one arm wrap itself around his neck and the other grabs his shoudler for balance.

"Your so wet yet you say you don't want this.. So Tight, ah" Gojo speaks, his voice low and husky. He adds another finger, stretching you wide. "You have no idea how much we both want this, Y/N. It's been killing me – waiting, watching you from a ar."

"nngh n-no more ssensei, c-cant stand"

Gojo's smirk grew bigger, his fingers moving inside you faster. “Can’t handle this, huh?” He chuckles darkly, thrusting his fingers deeper. "If you can't handle my fingers, how are you gonna handle my cock hm?"

"Pls I can't take anymore."

“You said you are not weak, why don't you try and prove it?” His voice was rough, his hips grinding against you. He hooks his finger on your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Hnghh-" you arch your body as his fingers move faster, hitting a spot that makes you whimper softly, your nails digging into his shoulder as you feel yourself reaching climax, he feels your walls tightening more. his other hand leaves your waist and grabs your breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching and rolling your nipples slightly. His fingers curl inside you, and you cry out creaming with his fingers in you.

"Shh", he harshly covers your mouth, "you don't want people to see you like this do you?"

You shake your head frantically, as knees shake and you gradually collapse to the ground. He lets you collapse on ground as you breath after such an intense orgasm for the first time in your life.

“Easy, my little bird,” he coos, unbuckeling his belt pulling his erect shaft. “Open your mouth” 

Your eyes shift to his member to his face "W-what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Y/N." He says, his voice thick with lust. "Open your mouth if you don't want to get hurt when I fuck you with it." He repeats, his eyes boring into yours.

"I-its so big"

"Don't worry I will guide you through it" You slowly open your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He smiles, his eyes filled with lust and desire. He slowly thrusts his cock into your mouth, feeling your tongue swirl around him. He moans softly, his fingers tangling in your hair protecting the back of your head, as he pushes your head against the wall. He thrusts deeper, feeling your gag reflex kick in.

He pulls back slightly, giving you a chance to breathe. He thrusts back in, feeling your throat constrict around him. He moans louder, his hands pulling your head closer to him. He thrusts faster, feeling your nose press against his stomach.

Gojo grins, "That's right, take it all." He groans, his hips pistoning harder, forcing you to take his full length. He slams into you, thrusting in and out of your mouth, his movements becoming erratic. He's so close, his eyes roll back in pleasure. His fingernails dig into your scalp, his balls slapping against your chin.

"Almost there..." he pulls out his dick before he can cum. "Mhm..Nah.. Not gonna cum in your mouth..", drools drip down your chin. You inhale as much air as possible "Good girl." He praises, his breath ragged. He picks you up with his hands beneath your thighs , he presses your legs tightly against the wall as he rubs himself against your wetness.

"D-dont go any further..", you protest.

“I promise I'll pull out if it hurts.” He says, his breath hot against your ear. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip sliding in easily. "I can never hurt you", he gives you a small peck on your lips, as he pushes himself for inside you.

"P-please it hurts .. Ahh.. p-pull it out"

"If you struggle more its gonna hurt you, so relax" He growls, his voice thick with lust. He pushes himself in, inch by inch.

Your body shakes with each inch he pushing inside you. Tears roll down your cheek, toes curling at the pain yet pleasure.

"You crying?" He asks with a teasing look in his face, his pace slowing down. "it won't hurt forever" He thrusts fully in you.

You body arches back against the wall.

"Just relax." He breathes, his hips rocking against you. "Feels good, doesn't it?" He asks, his dick sliding in and out of you rhythmically. He pumps you slowly at first, letting you adjust to the feeling.

Your mind is blank, your just taking everything he is giving to you. He starts thrusting faster, his grip on your hips tightens.

"You're so fucking good, baby. So tight and wet...” He pants, his eyes locked on yours. He slams himself inside you, your walls gripping his size. He bites his lower lip, trying not to release too soon. He slams against your womb, feeling you tighten around him. He kisses your forehead . "I'll cherish you forever, I'll protect you, promise". He holds your face with one hand, forcing you to look into his eyes. He leans down, his lips capturing yours. "I love you." He says between kisses.

"S-sensei hnghh .. a-ah .. l-love you too.. a-ah" Gojo groans, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher, You wrap your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

"Hah! I knew you felt it too.." He thrusts harder, deep thrusts making you moan loudly. He grips your ass, making sure every inch goes in. "Tell me again! Tell me how much you love me!" He roars, one of his hand squeezed your breasts while the other was placed on the wall maintaining balance. His grip on your ass tightens as he feels his climax approaching.

“Love you!” You scream, your nails digging into his shoulders. "

"Yes! That's it!” He roars, his hips bucking wildly. He sucks on your breasts alternatively and fiercely, his teeth grazing your nipple.

“Fuck! Yes!” He releases, your breast with a lewd sound turning you around, pushing you against the wall, by your neck as he slams into you from the back

"Gon' cum", you whimper.

His dick slides in and out of you at a frenzied pace. He spanks your ass, causing you to yelp. He thrusts deeply, your walls milking him.

"Cum for me, baby!" He groans, his pace increasing. "Do it!" His voice tingling your ears as his thrusts getting more and more forceful. His nails dig into your skin as he nears his peak.

"mhm y-yes.. ah", you  cum, squeezing his dick so tightly that he can't help but moan His hips slowing down letting you relax before jerking and spilling inside you, filling your womb .

He collapses on top of you, catching his breath. "You're mine.. Now that I have take your virginity." He mutters, nuzzling your hair. "No one can take you away from me." He whispers, his heart racing.

He lifts away from you.. Your nails glide down the wall as your knees go weak and you collapse on the ground with your ass high up and his seed spilling out of you His cum dripping down your thighs "W-why did you cum inside?", your voice still shaken. He smirks, kneeling beside you, he cleans you up, his fingers running over your sensitive clit. "The way your walls were squeezing me. Seemed they didn't want to leave my dick alone mhm" He spreads your legs, admiring his work.

"Don't worry gon buy you emergency contraception" He laughs, shaking his head. "Though you would look good with my child" He slaps your cunt only to watch his seed drooling down and your walls clench around nothing.

"Let's go shall we? or you gon keep your ass high up in the air for me to invade you more"

You get up, glaring at him and try to walk but falls down but gojo holds before you fall. Gojo chuckles, holding your waist not letting you fall.

“You’re so cute when you try to be mad but fail, Y/N.” He says, smiling brightly. "Looks like you won't be able to walk for a few days huh" He says, helping you walk.

Yuji and Nobara notice you two approaching them, and Yuji's face lightens with amusement.

"Are you Okay Y/N?" Yuji smirks and raises his eyebrow.

Gojo shrugs. "Ahahahahahahaha.. She just fell down and I had to look out for her as I usually do"

Nobara rolls her eyes and whispers to Yuji, who giggles. "I wonder what happened here." She chuckles, crossing her arms.

Megumi looks at you with concern on his face.

Gojo snickers as he holds you tighter. "I told you she's fragile," he says, his arm draped around your shoulder.

You yell back at him "I AM NOT WEAKKK"

[itsmearia01]

Past Love || Chapter 1

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Yuji's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. This is the chapter 1, you can read the prologue and Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Prolog | Chapter 2

Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. I don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

You are grateful because last night you prepared bento and breakfast you made by yourself for your father and your brothers. And even though you're in a rush, you don't forget to bring your lunch.

And you brought 2 bento. One for you and one for your best friend, Yuji Itadori. Yes, you are itadori's best friend or what you usually call Yuu. How are you not attracted to him? He's totally your type. He is gentle, kind, compassionate, and patient.

During lunch time, you visit his class. But did not find him. Someone from his class said he was on the field with the sports club members.

"Yuu!" You scream his name and he looks up.

He smiled and ran towards you. "(Y/N) Sorry I didn't tell you I was here."

Yuuji approached you. he explains his paranormal club is about to be disbanded and he needs to win the bet so that doesn't happen. "Really? You ask, with a worried face. "yeah, but don't worry bun. I win it!" He said with big smile on his face. You both sigh together and you both chuckling and laughing together.

It doesn't feel like you have arrived at the paranormal club room. There are also your two senpais. You all eat your bento together and you fall asleep.

"HAH-HAH-HAH- That dream again! W-wait where is Yuu and everyone else?" You woke realizing you're the only person there. And it's late, the sun replaced by the moon. You quickly grabbed your bag and rushed out. You searched the corridor hoping to find Yuuji. You think, why didn't Yuu wake you up and instead leave you? It's already night and the atmosphere is very quiet...

You can't help but get goosebumps.

BRAK!

You suddenly hear a loud sound. What's that? It comes from above. You see someone you don't know black hair boy. Suddenly something hit that person...

YUJI!

"YUU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING." you run towards your boyfriend but soon stopped when he looked at you. “T-that mark!”

That's Sukuna's mark! The one who's always on your dream.

"(Y/N)? You-Y-you (Y/N)(L/N)?!"

"S-sukuna..."

He approached you and you slowly back off to the edge of the building, you looked down and just swallowed done. "DON'T HURT HER!" say a boy behind Sukuna. Sukuna heeded the remark and Pressed your cheek with his hand. "Do you remember me, my dear (Y/N)?"

BRAK!

Suddenly someone kicks Sukuna from the side and pulls you in his arms when you almost fell off building. "Didn't I say to protect civilians, Megumi?” said that person. It turns out a black hair boy named Megumi.

You continue to see the person who is still hug you. Tight. White hair...

"Y-you're a member of the Gojo clan?" that person looking back at you. "How do you know, Princess?"

"We don't have much white hair in this country." You say. And he hummed. I don't know why you feel nervous to see, his smile more feels like a smirk.

"Hmm, interesting... What's your name beautiful princess?" he asked.

"(Y/N), my name is (Y/N) (L/N)"

When you say that he's a little surprised… Then his grin grew wider, wider than before as if he had just heard the most heartbreaking news his life.

"(L/N) huh? Is this fate? The Gojo family and (L/N) are business partners and establish close relationship." You freak out a little as he grabs your chin and gets closer to your face.

"So (Y/N), my name is Gojo Satoru. I was a jujutsu high tokyo teacher. Nice to meet you, Princess."

His face is getting closer and your lips almost touching, but prevented by black-haired boy around your age that you know his name is Megumi. "S-sensei..." he said while walking away balance towards you. he held stomach and as if awakening from hypnosis, You remember Yuji.

"YUU!" You screamed approaching Yuji releasing yourself from the young Gojo's arms. You approached Yuji's body that was lying down unaware. You see the wounds all over his body.

You took your hands out and placed them on Yuji's stomach. Light goes out from your hand and slowly closes and heal the wounds on his body. Megumi and Gojo looked at that with impressed. well, there are who have similar power, but nothing that really looks like a naked eye light produce.

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You keep pacing back and forth in front of the room... You've already healed Megumi and are now waiting for Gojo and Yuji who are in the room.

"why are you so worried?" You were awakened by Megumi's voice. "I don't know... I'm just worried about Yujl..." You saw his expression soften and he smiled. Somehow you feel that's not a face he usually shows to other people.

"As long as there is Gojo Sensei, we will be safe... After all, we haven't met yet. My name is Megumi Fushiguro, what's your name?"

You're reminded of something... "Fushiguro-san? Have we met before?"

"Hmm? I do not think so? Why do you think so?"

"The only Megumi I've ever known in my life was from the Zenin clan..."

He flinched at your words and seemed to be trying to remember something.

"Could it be you... (Y/N)(L/N)?!"

You look at him confused when he suddenly looks at you with surprise. "Um... Yeah? Do you remember anything?"

"That's right, it's me! Megumi Zenin... I left Zenin and became Fushiguro... Do you remember when the Zenin family and (L/N) had a meeting? We always played together."

You look surprised, a happy childhood memory... "You're a Gumi?!"

"Shhh... Slow down, that call is a little embarrassing..." He said while his hand covered your mouth. He let go of his gag. He looks so cute with his blushing face, you think he's so embarrassed by that nickname.

"I think we meet again, (N/N)..." Megumi said. When you heard the call you chuckled. It was a call from megumi for you first.

"Hmm? What do we have here? You guys knew each other before?" The young Gojo comes out of the room where you guys are waiting, along with Yuji of course. You with teary eyes lunged at Yuu, hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Yuu! You don't know how worried I was!" You started crying while hugging Yuu. He hugs you back. Megumi and Gojo find the two of you a little displeased.

You two... are too close to be called friends. "I'm fine (Y/N)! Did the creature hurt you?" He kissed your cheek back making the two people watching you bend their faces even more.

"You mean Sukuna? No! He didn't hurt me. But..." You remember when Sukuna held your face. It feels weird, like deja vu.

"Megumi, did you tell Sukuna's name to (Y/N)-chan?" Gojo asked, caught your attention and Yuji. "No... I didn't tell her." After Megumi said that, Gojo who had been sullen smirk widely. "Then I think, not only Yuji who will move to high jujutsu."

After that you and Yuji visited your senpais to say goodbye. gojo-sensei already spoke with your Papa that you're moving to jujutsu high.

Your papa is worried about you because all this time he has been trying to hide you from becoming a jujutsu wizard which is a dangerous job. But yeah, maybe it's about time.

At the end of the day you and Yuji visit Yuji's grandfather's grave to ask for blessings. Next will be fun right?

Right?

To be continued

Tags : @loaves4me @carminhadaavenidabrasil

A/N : hello everyone! thank you for all your excitement for my series! i'm working on the third chapter rn and i expecting this series would be 15 chapter? im still not sure, it can be change. but since i have other things to do in my life i would post the next chapter if i finish all of it till epilog. So, while you all waiting. Since i also read manhwa, playing hoyoverse games, and watching other anime, i'm gonna post short scenarios of those (mostly yandere tho hahahaha)

[risuola]

Gojo x reader who's a student and she's 18y/o and he likes yn but yn doesn't or she doesn't wanna admit

SENSEI — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

Gojo Satoru is your sensei and everyone seem to notice that he likes you more than anyone else. Everyone but you.

cw: student x teacher, age gap (reader is 18, Satoru is 28), very brief description of fighting, public kissing — 1,4k words

a/n: thank you for the suggestion! I made if sfw but I made the ending open for part two maybe? I hope you enjoy it 🩶

» PART TWO [nsfw]

"Idiot," you grunted, your cheek was pressed against the grass as Gojo forced his knee into your back, holding both your hands in one of his own, the other keeping your head down. Another day, another training session with your teacher – you couldn't count how many of these you've already been through, but you can easily count how many sparring matches you've won. None.

"That's a strange way to ask for mercy, sweetheart, but okay," he hummed. You can tell he was grinning just by the sound of his melodic tone and you snapped at him, "I'm not asking for mercy, sensei."

"Ay, ay, so stubborn," Satoru chuckled and lifted up so you could do the same and as you stood on your feet, facing him, his hand caressed your cheekbone, successfully freezing you on the spot. The touch was so gentle that if you didn't know better, your knees would probably buckle from the sensation. But this was Gojo. The flirtiest of flirts, and the man you deeply disliked. It's not that you despised him, no, it's just the way he carries himself, the way he treated everyone around him, and most importantly, the way he treated you.

When you moved to Tokyo, joining Jujutsu High, you were barely fifteen, a first-year student that Satoru recruited himself by finding you on the streets of your small town and saving you from the mental facility that you already had one foot in, voluntarily. Before that, you tried to live your life as normally as one could, ignoring everything you saw around you because no one else seemed to see it. The curses, which you did not know were curses at the time, made you doubt your sanity for the longest time.

After moving, everything became easier – you met people who were just like you, you learned how to fight and mastered the cursed techniques in no time. Now, you just recently turned eighteen, you were pushing your last year of education, though there wasn't much more to learn, so you focused on helping younger students and if you were to be honest, this practice had taught you more than any theory could. You had the luck, or misfortune, to be Gojo's first official student – he took care of you himself, helping you to refine your control over the cursed energy and thanks to his guidance, you quickly discovered and mastered your own cursed technique, and since there wasn't much anyone could teach you at this point, you trained hand-to-hand with Satoru.

"Think you have more in you?", he asked, his thumb still brushing across your cheekbone and you took a step back. "I'm always ready to kick your ass," you bit, your eyes narrowing as you clenched your fists.

"That's my girl," Gojo grinned and you snorted at the sight. He's always so careless, never taking any of your attacks seriously, bragging about how untouchable he is, turning your wildest dreams into fantasies about erasing that infuriating smile from his face. And he was taking your fists like they're nothing, blocking and pushing them away like he's chasing a fly away when you tried to land a punch, with no luck at all. "Come on, I'm sure you can hit me at least once," he mocked, moving effortlessly, as if he could see what action your body will take before you even think about it.

"Shut up," you groaned, trying and trying, before he kicked you in the stomach, pushing you against the tree and you had no time to react before he was pressing you back with his own body. The sudden closeness made you gasp and act impulsively, but Gojo blocked the knee that buckled up, aiming for his crotch. "Nuh-uh, that's against the rules," he chuckled and you felt his breath against your lips.

"And you being on me is not?" you argued, but he was unfazed. "Who made these rules?"

"I did," of course he did. "It's only fair that the strongest make the rules."

"You and your damn bragging-"

"I'm stating facts," he cut in, and you rolled your eyes, "and you can't seem to be able to prove me wrong. Not even one of your eager punches lands."

That was the last straw – you inhaled to calm your anger, and you could physically feel your composure snapping as you looked at his smiling face. You were desperate to prove him wrong, not to defeat him, no, you're not that insane, but to just prove him that he's not as untouchable as he says. And then you recalled every teasing joke you heard from your younger colleagues – all of them seemed to come to the collective conclusion that the 'special treatment' you got from your sensei was surely an effect of his feelings towards you, and you brushed off the idea every single time. Gojo Satoru is handsome, annoyingly so, and his eyes are an absolute blessing to gaze into (when you're not his opponent in a deadly encounter, that is), and he's a kind, friendly man, very caring and protective of his students. His strengths make him invincible; he can win any fight with no effort, and everything he does, he does perfectly. He often brings you sweets, remembering your favorite flavors, and he always addresses you with a slightly warmer tone than when he speaks to any other student. He's also ten years your senior, your teacher, and he's way out of your league, so you simply chose to dislike him because allowing yourself to believe in such an absurd theory that he could fall for you would only bring disappointment.

But now, you were desperate to slam your fist into his face, to draw blood from his nose, to make him lose his balance, to get something– anything more than a swift, effortless dodge from him. Without thinking, you moved your head forward, reaching up, and he hummed in surprise when your lips landed on his. You could feel he smiled while taking control over the kiss, and you fought for dominance just a little before grabbing a handful of his snow-white, messy hair. You felt his well-built body pressing harder against yours, much smaller; the wall of muscle flush to your chest, and his large hand landed on the side of your neck, fingers curling around the back, pulling you more into the kiss. For a moment you were lost in the sensation – it felt so wrong and yet so right, and your mind became cloudy; his lips were soft and plush and perfect against yours, as if they'd been carved precisely to match yours, and it made your temperature rise to feverish levels at how skillfully he guided the sensitivity. Nothing you've ever felt compared to the feeling of Gojo's lips slowly dancing on yours, as if he's starving and now, he was allowed to devour the long-awaited meal – but he devoured it slowly, savoring the taste to remember every second of it. You whimpered as you felt his hand sliding down the length of your spine, sending shivers along it as your back arched beneath the touch.

You tugged at his hair, causing a contented purr to rumble within his toned chest, and you moved against your body's desires. You'd like to stay like this forever, careless about how everyone can see you publicly making out with your sensei; you'd like to kiss him longer, deeper, to take more of him, to make him yours, even if only for a moment, but instead you moved your hand. Curling it into a fist, you bit onto his lower lip following it up with a harsh, heavy punch to the side of his face and it landed perfectly, the contact between your knuckles and his cheek undeniable as he touched the bone. Despite the force you put into it, the blow wasn't strong enough to make him fall or even step back, but it was satisfactory for you. His face was colored with surprise as he looked down at you, and you couldn't help but grin broadly.

"New rule," he said, grabbing your hand and planting a kiss on the reddened knuckles that just made contact with his face. "No kissing your teacher during spar sessions."

"Too bad I wasn't familiarized with the rules before the fight, sensei," you shrugged, pleased with your accomplishment, and he couldn't get over the way you made the word 'sensei' sound. Suddenly he wished to hear it somewhere else, somewhere other than the school's training grounds or classrooms.

"Now I declare the end of the training."

And Satoru's lips were once again pressed to yours, taking your breath away.

» PART TWO

[slvttyplum]

ಇ.ೀ teachers pet | satoru gojo

everyone knew… everyone knew because he would stare at you and make those eyes that would shoot daggers in yours.

everyone knew because he would bend down next to you and whisper in your ear while everyone else uncomfortably watched.

did you care? not one bit. they were just jealous and envious of you because someone like him would like you.

telling you to meet him after class while everyone else sighed and rolled their eyes, making snarky remarks.

you’ll purposely wear short skirts or revealing clothes just to see how he had to hold himself back until the end of class.

his eyes were on no one else but you, and everyone fucking hated it.

"dismissed, i have a meeting," satoru says, wiping off the gigantic white board. your eyes scanning over everyone as they left.

once he was done, he looked straight at you, a smirk on his face as he just stood there with his hands in his pockets.

this always happened. he either dismissed the class early or made up a lie so he could have more time with you.

“you’re lucky this is my last class, professor gojo.” that lighthearted comment made his heart warm but made his blood run cold.

he knew he shouldn’t be getting involved with you; it was dangerous, plus this was a job; don’t mix work with pleasure, goddamit.

satoru’s eyes trailed over the outfit you had on today—just jeans and a baby tee—and the little bit of skin being exposed made him aroused anyway.

this pattern has happened ever since the school year started; he didn’t mean for it to happen, like he sought you out.

his eyes just trailed over to your row one day and saw you—the way you had your head in your palm as you acted disinterested in the topic at hand.

it reminds him of how he was around your age.

trailing his eyes over to you every once in a while turned into calling you after class to “help” you.

then little comments about how you looked and smelled.

“you look nice; the skirt is a little short, no?” that’s when he knew he wanted you in more ways than one.

his little comments would flatter you, but you wouldn’t think too much of it until he started touching you.

putting his hand in your back and rubbing circles, or moving your hair out of your face, or holding your hand.

you weren’t crazy. this wasn’t normal, but your thoughts were proven right when he kissed you.

he couldn’t take his eyes off you, trying to explain what frustrated you in the lesson, but he couldn’t focus. you looked so good.

it was make-or-break.

leaning in and kissing your lips, taking in all of you and the sweet lipgloss you were wearing, it caught you off guard, but you didn’t stop him.

instead, the both of you kept going… and going… and going until you were spread eagle on his desk getting pounded.

his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to cover his moans, you felt so good—better than he imagined.

holding back your moans and the fear of being caught by someone made his dick feel even better.

thoughts flying through his head about getting caught and how the both of you would return to a regular relationship after this...

but you just felt too good for him to keep thinking.

“i’ll give you an “A” for the whole semester just..." his words trailed off as he squinted at you and that naughty expression you were making.

your hand trailing down your body to your clit, slowly rubbing it, your walls clenching on his dick as pleasure pulsed through you.

satoru’s body is tensing and his dick is pulsing as he lets out a small moan.

“…just keep seeing me," he says shortly after he releases, sliding his dick on top of your cunt releasing.

a sly smirk on your face as you watch him try to calm down, his face all red and his hands shaking a little.

after that, you did just that; you kept seeing him in secret, not telling a soul, but you weren’t doing it for the grade, but because you felt something.

something new, and you were sure he did too.

[diremoone]

ensō (in paradise)

gojo satoru x student! reader — [tffts]

throughout heaven and earth, he alone is the honored one. but he doesn’t want either. he wants his paradise; he wants to be back in the field of lotuses and lilies with the one that treats him like he was never a god, but as if he was always human

w — teacher/student relationship, underage, adult/minor relationship, age gap, mostly Gojo’s POV, implied! slightly chubby reader, minor gore, prose, word vomit in some areas haha, no dialogue except maybe a few lines lmao, ANGST, and JJK manga spoilers for 236

[ ending line divider goes to @/saradika]

Nothing in his life could have ever prepared him for this. No amount of training or mental fortitude could ever prepared him for losing the fight — for defeat — and the aftermath that he knew would ensue. He didn’t like it, but it was what it was.

The only problem? He wasn’t satisfied. 

With this? Never.

Satoru had won. The fight was over. He had bested the King of Curses with his Unlimited Hollow, hollowing out a massive chunk of Shinjuku. The body of the boy that Satoru swore to take back was battered, missing limbs and out of energy and done.

He won.

What went wrong? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that his torso had been suddenly cut, split almost in half with entrails visible for the world to see. To see that he was nothing more than a human— a human playing the part of a god that he was not. He remembers losing feeling below his ribs, the warmth of the fish of blood, then falling, sliding backwards from atop his lower half. He doesn’t like to see that his legs are still standing, that blood coats everything from where he was cut to his knees. He’s sure there’s a puddle gathering beneath the feet his head was separated from. 

All he knows is that he’s dying, and that he won’t be coming back.

He doesn’t need to close his eyes to see Suguru, Nanami, Haibara, and Masamichi in the afterlife. That’s unnecessary, he thinks. They talk in the final moments of the life of Gojo Satoru, in his state of limbo of his soul coming to pass into the pearly gates he knows he doesn’t deserve to go through.

He calls out to his old teacher in the afterlife, yelling at him over the saying that there’ll never be a sorcerer that won’t die with regrets.

Because despite the facade that he doesn’t have any… maybe, just maybe… he has them.

It may have been a worthy fight, a worthy end for Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer of the modern era, but he wasn’t satisfied. He had regrets (he wouldn’t have called out to his teacher otherwise) about… maybe a few things. Perhaps several. He was supposed to die alone; he was supposed to show Sukuna he understood the magnitude of solitude the King of Curses bore as the strongest; he was supposed to foster a new generation…

Ah… He almost closes his eyes. His students…

Satoru’s voltage had just began to ramp up, his reverse cursed technique back at full force thanks to Black Flash. He had won. Hollow Purple had brought the mighty King of Curses to his knees, no matter the expense to Shinjuku. 

But now, it was too late. It had all been too sudden for even him to comprehend: that he had been cut through by Sukuna’s newly acquired technique. 

Satoru heard his lower half finally hit the ground, inches, centimeters even, from his severed upper. He could feel the blood splatter onto the stumps of his arms, guessing its proximity. 

How was one supposed to fix this? He knew he probably could, even if it did re-exhaust the reverse cursed technique bar he’d just filled back up. That wasn’t a problem, if he could just think hard enough. 

The problem now was fighting the peaceful slow of his heart with the regrets he wasn’t allowed to have; the problem was the fighting the serenity of death with the unsatisfactory, unsatisfied way he was going to leave the planet — leave his fellow peers and students behind. 

His students… A faint hum rumbles from his throat. You.

He can only imagine how you’re feeling, seeing him severed in almost half and a bloody mess. He knows how he would feel if anything like this happened to you. He can’t even imagine it… To flatten the entire landscape, the Earth even, to obliterate everything and everyone on it, would not be enough, nowhere near enough, to satisfy his rage. Because it wouldn’t bring you back.

Nanami was half right. He does use jujutsu as a means to satisfy himself. He is weird; he’ll definitely agree. However, as of just a few months ago, that’s changed. It’s changed because you dropped into his life. It’s changed because you didn’t see him as a god like the rest of jujutsu society. You didn’t revere him, the very pinnacle of sorcery itself, not like Yuuji did. Although he tried at first to get you to see him the same way everyone else did, he quickly gave up. Because it felt nice. For some reason, he didn’t feel like he had to be at the top. Not with you. Yes, he immediately knew how strange it was, but what he didn’t do was question it. And that was something he wouldn’t regret.

“…toru!” 

Satoru didn’t know why he was hearing your voice. The universe granting him one last wish?

He prayed that you weren’t here on the battlefield, here in front of Sukuna. He prayed your voice was nothing more than a figment of his imagination — the overactive brain that made him so childish and hyper. Satoru hoped it was your voice carrying across the wind, across the spiritual plane, because if it wasn’t, he was truly going to hate himself for not getting up. Especially when he knew he could. He just… didn’t want to.

Satoru felt the cold, then a familiar firmness press against the severed portion of his body. His lower half. His legs and partial torso were being put to the rest of his upper body, his arms being connected to remaining stumps.

His hearing was still intact. Muddled just a little bit, like being underwater, but it was coming back to him. 

The first thing he hears clearly is crackling. Like electricity. Like lightning. He knows what’s happening even while he’s dying.

Kashimo must be on the field, he thinks. And he’s surprised he can still think. Because there was a moment earlier where thoughts were thick fog, hazing over his overworked brain to tell him to sleep and get some rest even though it would be the last time his eyes would close. 

Things get clearer; his hearing increases, his thoughts begin to speed up, his vision goes form opaque to crystal, and finally, his sense of touch comes back. 

“Satoru!”

He’s right. Kashimo is on the field, fighting Sukuna. Shoko is also there, along with Yuuta. Both are utilizing their reverse cursed energy to the maximum output. And, to his fear, so are you.

He’s right. You’re on the battlefield as well. It makes his heart sink in upset. You’re helping heal him, too. Out of the three of you, you have the highest output of healing capacity. You match him so well, just with the opposite powers; two sides of the same coin.

Satoru hates the tears running down your cheeks. He hates that your eyes are swollen and puffy and red and that you’re going to have a massive headache come tomorrow. He hates that you’re this sad, this upset, and it’s all because of him. He’d like to rip his own heart out as recompense, but he knows that would only hurt you further.

The only way he could make it better is by healing and getting up off the ground.

Satoru’s going to make it better. He can’t leave you alone and afraid and in this current state that breaks the heart inside his chest that he found out is still human. After all this time, he’s still human. And he still has to thank you for showing him that. 

Heaven with his friends was amazing. Earth with his students and peers was exciting. But that wasn’t enough. You were the paradise that made him feel human, feel something he hasn’t known before. It was new, something more than just fun and exciting, and he wasn’t willing to let that go. Not yet. Not ever.

He can feel his brain pulse with the strain, lifeforce dwindling as he searches and searches and searches and searches and fucking there it is.

Satoru fires up his reverse cursed technique, smoke billowing from his waist and arms, the energy encompassing his broken body. A heavy, soul-shaking thunderclap echos in his ears the second his heart restarts. The suddenly inhale of oxygen almost overwhelms his lungs and he’s alive again.

Shoko and Yuuta’s hands are still on him, unwavering while aiding in the process. You, however, pull away. He knows why. He knows you too well: that you fear your touch might make things worse instead of better. 

Silly girl, he thinks with a smile. You could never hurt me.

Everything hurts. Reverse cursed energy may heal wounds, but scars would still surely remain.

He uses his repaired arms to lift himself off the ground. He whines childishly at the pain, earning a deadpan look from Shoko and a heavy sigh from the second-year, along with a cloth to wipe the blood from the sides of his mouth.

“Knock it off, Gojo.” Shoko lights up another cigarette. She takes a long puff, one that makes his, Yuuta’s, and your sweet and puffy eyes go wide. “You need to recover. Properly, this time. Come back to base. You can fight him again if Kashimo loses.”

His shining blue eyes go to Sukuna and Kashimo. He wants to say something, that he should finish what’s been started. But the second his eyes land on them, his peripheral sees you. Devastated, sweet, upset, lovable little you that just witnessed the near loss of someone who was more than just a teacher to her.

He bites his tongue. He can’t. 

“Okay~”

Satoru is hugged by his students and applauded by the rest once he’s back. Maki, however, true to Maki fashion, punches his chest in worry. It hurts, thanks to her Heavenly Restriction, but he’s glad to feel it. (She’s stronger than Toji, that much he’s almost sure of.)

He doesn’t shower, but cleans up with water and cloth and changes into new clothes, ready sooner rather than later if he’s needed again. Which he doesn’t doubt that he will.

But Satoru wants to rest now. He wants to watch as Kashimo (and maybe his students) take down Sukuna and Kenjaku. He doesn’t want to fight anymore. He does, but he doesn’t. The longer he’s away from the battlefield and by your side, the more he’s tearing away from his desire to fight. He may come when called, but for no reason other than that. Satoru wants to hand the torch off. It’s time. 

He can hear the fight; he doesn’t need to see it. His eyes need rest anyway.

He wants to indulge in the luxury of not being needed. He want to indulge in the paradise of being human, of being content and finally satisfied with something other than being the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer. And with you, he can do that. You provide that sanctuary for him. You give him things he never thought were possible for someone like him.

Satoru’s big arms are looped tightly around your waist, holding you close to him. His head is buried into the soft squishiness of your tummy while he rests. It’s his favorite place to be. Your tummy is the perfect pillow to rest his head, a little piece of heaven that grants him rest he doesn’t often come by. It’s warm and soft and cozy and he genuinely doesn’t understand why you don’t like how soft you are.

He hopes you stay soft. As soft as possible anyway. He doesn’t want you hardened, not like him. He wants your heart to stay soft, your hands smooth and stomach plush and comfy so he can feel every day the fruit of his sacrifice of being The Strongest.

As for you, you can’t help but feel like you’re about to explode. Not even an hour ago, the man laying on your lap, your teacher, was drifting into the afterlife, his blood all across the ground and staining his lower half after being cut into two (four, but you can’t bother to think about it any further).

Now, he’s nestled into your tummy with a content grin on his face, using you as a pillow and relaxing as if he hadn’t just fought the fight of his life against the most powerful being in known jujutsu history — like nothing ever happened. Your hands are threaded through his stark white locks, fingertips gently rubbing his scalp to the point where you were sure he was falling asleep.

“Easy,” comes Satoru’s voice. He isn’t asleep. The tone he uses is not his high pitched one; it’s the deep one that he uses on rare occasion, the one that grabs your attention because it’s important. “Stop thinking so much. I’m still here.”

His ethereal blue eyes gaze up at you sweetly, like one would a lover like you’re more than just his student, and you are. They’re filled with such emotion it makes you turn away in embarrassment. You don’t know why he looks at you like you’re the world to him, but he does. It’s because you’re different; they’re filled with love, because he knows in his heart he’s in love. Even if he has to wait a few more years, he knows that you’re it. You’re the one for him.

You’re his paradise, his well-deserved peace and tranquillity. Together with you, he’s at his best.

Behind him on the screen, Kashimo decimates Sukuna further. He’s on his knees, and Yuuta takes over from there. Sukuna’s soul is separated from Megumi’s body, leaving the boy comatose from his own soul being crushed under the weight of Sukuna’s evil. All that’s left is Kenjaku, and Satoru knows he can easily defeat the man holding his late best friend’s body and put an end to the Culling Games once and for all.

Satoru can’t wait until this is all over. He can’t wait to properly bathe in the glory of the peace and serenity of the paradise that he’s never had until now — the paradise he’s more earned. Death hasn’t earned him yet.

Satoru burrows himself deeper into your stomach, curling his legs up on the sofa, making you giggle from being ticklish there. He’ll come if he’s needed. But for now, he’s going to stay behind, and keep you out of harm’s way doing it.

Right here and right now, he’s going to be a selfish little bastard and enjoy the paradise on Earth that Heaven could never have afforded him.

here’s the fix-it fic guys time to take a tylenol and hit the pillow. i have absolutely no shame in giving myself carpal tunnel for this. gojo dead? naw he just gotta wait for backup everything’s fine :’)) also this is a jumbled mess and probably shit that’s the only thing I’ll apologize for bc I kept on getting upset and crying while doing this like 🥲 gojo come back

taglist (for now): — @vagabond-umlaut @heresan @nayrring @satorunin @satoruhour @aeanya @greycaelum (we don’t talk much babe but I thought you’d be okay with me tagging you since you commented on a couple of my works ☺️ and I’m such a huge fan of urs)

[missbunnybunny]

-`💌 『 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙩』🖊️´-

『-` 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝: 𝚈𝚞𝚙! 𝙼𝙳𝙸. +𝟷𝟾´-

✙Not proofread, no spell check, I just wrote. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜! 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜? ✙』

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You walked down the long hallways of the school. It was after-school hours, and you had to meet with your homeroom teacher. Walking up to the door of your classroom, you opened it. He was still not there. You decided to await by the chair next to his table until he arrived. You don't remember how long you waited until your eyes became too heavy to keep open.

The room was warm, typical of summer weather. He looked down at his watch and noticed the time he stood up from his spot in the office and began making his way to his homeroom. His head is lowered as he opens the door, closing it behind him. He looks around for you. He finally spots you sitting at a corner next to his desk.

He walks over to you, noticing the way your chest rose and fell. Your white uniform shirt is sticking your chest, from sweat build up. Your lips are parted, and he can't help but think you look cute. You were always his favorite student, the way your cute face would scrunch up and you bit your pencil when you get stuck on a question. He always purposely gives you the easy quizzes and look at your cute bra.

You shifted slightly in your chair, a groan leaving your parted lips, and he felt the twitch in his pants. He untied his tie, feeling his body heat up. God, you were tempting him. He knew you needed help with an upcoming exam, so why not give you some extra lessons...

Your eyes groggly blinked open as you felt hands roaming over your body. You raised a hand to rub your eye, groaning a little. You looked around before looking to your side. His sitting at his table writing something down. "Ah, am sorry, profesor. I must have fallen asleep." He puts his pen down. "Mm, it's nothing. Really." He spoke, looking at you. Your legs unconsciously rub against each other, and you can't tell if it's the weather or his stare that makes you feel hot and bothered all over.

"Here are the papers for you to study." He motions to the papers on his table. You stand up from your seat-your skirt is scrunched up a little - his eyes follow your movement as you walk over to him. You bend over to take a look at the papers. He can see your bra through the opening of your shirt, you really are a slut flashing your teacher like that. Your skirt is showing your underwear such a pretty color, the bulge in his pants twitches. You're still distracted, looking at the papers as his hand slowly begins to rise under your skirt.

You begin to stand up straight, holding the papers just to feel a hand squeeze your ass. You squil in surprise, dropping the papers, and you turn to look at your teacher. His body is turned to you. There could be no way his hand couldn't touch you. Your mind was swirling. Where you such a pervert to be daydreaming that your teacher was touching you.

You kneel as you began to pick up the papers, your really a whore for his attention aren't you. Letting your skirt show your panties, with an obvious wet spot. You're looking around, seemingly looking for the last paper. It's under his foot, but he slides it to under the table. A small piece of it sticking from under it, you will have no choice but to bend and grab it.

You stand up and walk over to your teacher, " Sorry, I lost the last one..." Your words become quieter as you spot the last paper. Your body bends down when you feel a hand squeeze your chest. You let out a whimper at the feeling. His big hand begins pawing at your moun. His other hand squeezes your ass as he pulls you to sit on his lap. You're squirming at the feeling of his hands pulling your shirt and bra down in one swift motion.

He begins pinching and pulling your nipples making you arch your back, head falling on his should. " Good girl." You hear him praise over your moans. You can feel the warmth of his erection on your ass. His right hand goes under your skirt where he begins rubbing his fingers over your clothed cunt. Your moaning loudly, like the slut you are enjoying your teacher assaulting you.

The stimulation of his finger rubbing your core and him pinching your nipples soon has you Cumming, squirting over his finger with a porngrafic moan. He kisses you, silencing your moans as your body twitches and tembles. Pussy clenching on nothing, eyes rolled into your skull. He lifts his finger, watching as your slick drips and connects his digest together.

His hand holds your body in place as he frees his aching dick. It smacks against your ass. He gives himself a few pumps, your slick and his pre cum mixing into one. He slides your panties to the side as he alines himself over your soaking wet pussy. His tip rubs over your slit before he thrusts into your tight little hole, stretching you deliciously and hiting every sweet spot and curve inside you. You moan at the feeling, and you hear him grunt in your ear, " Sucking my dick like the whore you are, good girl." His words makes your walls tighten and pulse around him.

As your moans become harder to control as he begins to move, he bends your body over the table. Your upper half resting on the table for support as it squicks, he holds your waist with a tight grip. As he slams your hips onto his dick over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard echoing over the empty room. You feel the coil in your stomach tightened as he abuses your g-spot. His tip hit your womb, making you thrust forward. Open mouth moan, that made your eyes roll and your tongue stick out. White sparks crossing your vision, " You like that, don't you- slap- you slut." He commented, your walls twitched and tightened at his words.

He gave you another slap, and you're ass stung, along with a hard thrust that broke you completely. Your walls spasm around his dick as your body twitches and tembles. "C-cummin-" you moaned out, Your walls were tight around him as he continued to thrust into your over sensitive cunt. With a few more hard thrusts his tip pushed against your womb, releasing ropes after ropes of his hot thigh cum.

He pulled out of your cunt, with a sign. He watched as your body twitched and tembled, babbling to yourself. His cum begain to trickle down your cunt to your inner thight and finally to the floor, as your wobbling legs failed to keep you upand you began to slip to the floor. His muscular arm held you, the tsked at you. " Don't spill my seed, my cute little slut." He spoke while scooping the cum falling from your cunt and pushing it back with is thight finger into you. You moaned at the feeling. You were so full. He pulled and fixed your underwear.

The bell rang, signaling the end of office hours, your face was flushed, and your clothes were a mess. With tembling fingers, you fixed yourself up, taking the papers he had on the table. He put his hand on your lower back as he walked you to the door. He lowered himself to your ear. " Come early tomorrow, and I might give you the answers for the exam." He spoke. He watched with glee as you nodded.

He opened the door for you, and as you walked out the door, he gave you a firm smack in the ass " I enjoyed our little study session." You didn't have to turn around to see the smile on his face. You weren't his student anymore, but his slut. His own personal fleshlight, his cute personal fuck toy that he could mold as he so please.

Gojo, Toji, Choso, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami, Naoya.

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©𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢! 𝙽𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎. - 𝙱𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢🩻!

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[assmaster-8000]

no because what if gojo satoru had found another special grade child. a child whom the jujutsu higher-ups wanted satoru to mentor because they'd be a useful trump card to the jujutsu society so naturally they'd want this child's talent to be honed till they potentially surpass satoru and be used. but satoru had seen too much of what this world had done to the person he'd love the most and he wouldn't ever be the one to subject another person to it like a tool. like a weapon. like a machine. so of course he takes them under his wing and gives them the guidance he never had, suguru never had. a 20 year old prodigy fresh with wounds of loss and grief taking in a child with greatness sitting on their head like a heavy crown cutting into their skin underneath his cape of power and blood stains. satoru is an enigma and even he himself doesn't know if it's because he wants to mold more strong jujutsu sorcerers who will change this world (because what greater irony than the child you wanted to utilize like a cold knife being the one to bring reform right to your door?), or if he wants to give them everything everyone else didn't have (please, he can't have someone follow in suguru's footsteps.), or if being number 1 was too tiring for him (but he doesn't know if it's selfish bringing them up to this blinding spotlight.)

years pass and he vehemently denies the higher ups control over his protégé, his student, his brat. he'll give them control and the means to break out of the shackles of this damned hierarchy. and even if satoru cannot outwardly say it, they're his child. as though he was there at their birth and has been ever since. his child and his best friend and he's their father and their best friend. it's either he sees too much of himself in them or too much of suguru because they're rising to the top fast and he's proud of them and so full of dangerous hope their wings aren't made of wax. (but he'll be there to catch them if they'll ever fall, of course!) they're so strong now. if he was blessed by the heavens and the earth then perhaps they were born of it because look at them go! giving the great gojo satoru a run for his money! not everyone can do that, you know? they're such a great student and person! isn't he such a great mentor?!

so he decides to have faith in them. bring them along with him to shibuya to deal with those reports of special grade curses he was being told about. this is how your teacher deals with these curses! better watch closely because you'll probably have to do it too! he has them positioned on the sidelines to ensure the civilians aren't hurt and if anything, to aid him because they're gonna be the strongest some day too so they can't be lazing a round on their ass all the time.

and they're doing so well until kenjaku comes along. satoru's breath stops and his heart rattles against the prison bars of his ribcage but it isn't the stupor of seeing his lost love that doomed him to the box. his special grade student lurches to -- what, attack kenjaku? pull satoru away? run? it didn't matter what. it was all a blur -- wards him and his body moves on an instinct that's even stronger that the compass needle pointing to suguru's body.

no, no.. that isn't suguru. it's his body and that's not him. somethings not right. but his student is right infront of him and that's them and he can't let anything bad happen to them now. flexing infront of his student can be saved for another day. but it's this mistake that ends up setting him right into kenjaku's trap and the box. the moment his gaze snaps to them and his body is torn between suguru infront of him and them kenjaku sees an opportunity and snaps it up like it's golden.

satoru doesn't even get the mere moment of chained freedom before he's fully trapped in the box. with the special grade student there, kenjaku needs to make it quick. make it count. he does. satoru is pulled into the box and satoru can't even say anything to his student. and he worries in his infinitesimal prison. satoru never usually worries unless if it's his leftovers have gone bad in the fridge.

they'll be alright.

they'll be alright.

they'll be alright, won't they?

they're strong.

they're capable.

they're smart.

he's raised them well they'll be okay they've got friends.

they'll do the right thing.

...

and when satoru finally exits the box he's sees faces changed. they tell him a lot about what they've been through, about what has changed since he's been gone, what changed about them.

he sees yuuji has been weathered with pain and a unique sense of hope.

he sees megumi has been puppeted with the strings of despair by sukuna.

he sees maki has faced the fiery trials and tribulations of this cruel world and bears it like her trophy.

he sees...

he sees nothing of his student. his special student. where are they? injured? somewhere off in the game? will they be back soon? time's a-running out, you know.

he sees the looks his students exchange and his heart drops. he knows. he knows. he knows what must've happened.

they're dead, aren't they?

and he's brought back to the time he carried riko's dead body in his arms and he was met with the disappearing suguru in the crowd and suguru slumped against the wall.

it's happened again.

they tell him they were a hero. that in satoru's absence, they did the heavy lifting and protected shibuya from the full-on destruction it would've suffered if not for them. that if not for them, the jujutsu world would've been left in even deeper disrepair. they saved some of their fellow sorcerers from certain death and suffering! they were the one to grapple with sukuna when he let all havoc ravage the city.

they paid with their life.

all because they were too worried about getting these normal civilians back home safe. about keeping their friends and mentors safe. and satoru wonders if there was someone else worrying about keeping them safe.

... atleast he didn't have to worry about them following in suguru's footsteps and the hatred of regular civilians. they were good of heart and soul. they were strong.

they did the right thing.

and satoru has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that the person he's raised for, what, 10 years? is dead. gone. deceased. that's just preposterous! he was there when they were a snobby little kid and he was there when they were going through that awkward phase and he was there when they were learning more and more as a teenager and where are they now?

sukuna asks him that. "where's that miniature personification of yours? hah, don't tell me they died the last i saw them. have the special grades of this era started to slack off?"

satoru has all the more reason to kill sukuna now. he has to show his students who are watching that he can do it.

even if they will no longer watch him do anything.

[fumikoshi]

Sensei

✧ — SUMMARY; you came to school wearing a very short skirt to make your beloved Gojo sensei jealous. But things didn't go as you expected.

✧ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! reader, nickname, doggystyle, size kink, belly bulge, age gap, slightly jealous gojo, public sex, voyeurism, innocent!reader, reader is 18

"Se-sensei~ ah~ s-slow down...~ kyaa~"

The sound of skin against skin, your wetness and sweet moans filled the empty classroom, you were now in a lewd position, bent over sensei's table, one hand holding your delicate wrists as he fucked you from behind, the other hand wrapped around your waist. Gojo looked down at the petite body beneath him with a wry grin on his face; your delicate body trembling with pleasure. You looked so small and defenseless beneath him that he could destroy you with a flick of his finger. The way your plump ass waves in his each mercyless thrust. The way your tiny puffy pussy flexed to accommodate his cock, and the way his huge cock slid in and out of your sloppy cunt was a priceless sight for Gojo.

"Fufu~ are you sure you want me to slow down, my sweet student~? You know it's going to come to this when you put on that slutty skirt, don't you~?"

His thrusts were getting harder with his every word, his cock thrusting deeper than you ever thought possible. You squealed sweetly when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot.

"Kya~! Sensei~!"

"Fufu~ you have a pretty dirty mouth for an innocent little girl like you, sweetie~ but it's okay, I love you just the way you are~"

*clap*

*clap*

The speed and strength of his thrusts increased with each passing second, his muscles contracted slightly, his stunning blue eyes narrowed. He clenched his teeth gently as your sweet pussy began to squeeze his cock.

"Sensei...~ I feel weird... like I'm going to pee-ah~"

Your words of innocence made his cock harden and twitch. İt made his thrusts were erratic, he was close too.

"Haha~ you're not gonna pee, mochi. It's called cum. Soon your sweet nectar will be all over my dick."

Cum...? What is that?... You were dizzy with pleasure, you couldn't even understand what he was saying. Your soft cheeks flushed, you closed your eyes in shame and pleasure, your eyebrow slightly arched and your tongue hanging slightly over the edge of your soft, pink lip.

When the tip of his large cock hit the sweet spot called the g-spot, your eyes widened and you moaned loudly like a porn star.

"Ahaaaah~!"

"That's it, moan for your sensei. Moan for who this young cunt belongs to."

*clap*

"Ah~ senseii~!"

*clap*

"M-my body is belongs to you~ my cunt is your to use, senseii~"

*clap clap clap*"

''That's right, you were created for your sensei,  this sloppy cunt belongs to me, and no one else can have it but me."

*Clap clap clap clap clap*

With those words, Gojo's grip on your slender waist tightened. You felt a strange feel in your tummy... You were about to cum.

After a few hard thrust, finally the knot broke and your nectar poured on Gojo's thick cock.

Your hot liquid covered your teacher's huge cock but he didn't stop and he kept thrusting his cock in your cunt after a while.

After a few thrust, he cum too. He poured his semen into your fertile womb and you moaned softly as you felt your womb fill with warm fluid. Gojo's cock stayed in you for a while.

After a short while, he slowly pulled out his softened cock. His breath heavy, sweat trickling down his chin in small beads, a smirk formed on his face as he watched with narrowed eyes as your beautiful pussy twitched and oozed his load and your cum. he chuckled under his breath and the veiny large hand that wrapped around your slender waist moved slowly to your bulged tummy and began to stroke it gently.

"Oops~ I think your dear sensei filled your womb with his milk~ How careless of me~"

He didn't look sad at all.

[candy69gurl]

Y/N is a sorcerer and Gojo's student Geto and Gojo are discussing something important while Y/N interrupts them.

Bad luck Y/N .. Well is it really 𝒃𝒂𝒅?

Warnings:

Threesome

Sensei kink

Manipulation

Explicit smut

Minor rape

Double penetration

BOKU NO STUDENT

Your heart skips a bit when you think of interacting with your sensei. Sweat trickles down your forehead.You place a hand on your thumping heart.

You are always nervous when it comes to talking to him.

It's only been a few months since you met him but you find him quite attractive. He asked you to join jujutsu because you can see curses which you willingly did.

Like who has the audacity to say no to him..

Whenever he tries to talk and his lips part, whenever he stares at you through his blindfold and laughs childishly, whenever he compliments you ... It just turns you on so badly but you know Gojo will never see you in that sense so you try to ignore your feelings for him...

But deep down you know you want him ...

Let's do this Y/N.

You knock at the door.

"Sensei", you say slowly, "It's me Y/N".

The door opens and Gojo's face lights up. "HEY Y/N!", he says gesturing me to enter.

"No it's fine I-I just wanted to give this to you".

You hand him the bag containing Gojo's fav Kikufuku.

An unwanted blush appears on your face.

"Why did u bring this?", he asks you with a confused look.

"You don't like it ?", you ask back looking concerned.

"NOOOOOO I LOVE IT BUT I WAS JUST WONDERING WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT FOR ME...TODAY'S A SPECIAL DAY huh?" ,

"No it's just I was passing by the store and I thought about bringing some for you."

"So thoughtful of you Y/N", Gojo says as he looks through the bag you gave him "Smells wonderful!"

Your face heats up when you hear your name escaping your sensei's damn lips.

SHIT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOWWWW...

"I think I should get going", you flash a smile.

Just as you turn back to return, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"No wait you would love to meet someone ", he says with cheeky grin on his face.

"Uhm who?", you ask peeking inside his home.

"Come in", he pushes the door further for you to enter.

You enter your sensei's home and then into the room where your eyes meet an unfamiliar pair of black eyes.

He is sitting on the middle couch. He is a tall, slim man with long black hair partially tied up behind his head while the rest drapes down his back. He has small black eyes and he is wearing a fairly large circular earring.

He smirks and looks down.

Gojo taps your shoulder and places the bag you gave him on the small table and you are brought back to reality. You look at him confused and speechless.

"I can't kill them----they are humans... I can't do this", you say .

Your hands start shaking as you clutch the knife more tightly.

"No, they are not...You know Y/N... Sometimes you need to choose what's right even if that leads to the loss of your loved ones", Gojo says looking at the sky.

"Huhhhh...I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU", you say as the curse approaches you.

"Look at me Y/N", Gojo says as you turn to look at him.

He unties his blindfold and you stare into his mesmerizing blue eyes. "Kill it", he says with a stern look pointing at the curse.

It is for the first time you are seeing his beautiful blue crystalline eyes...

You take a deep breath and insert all your curse energy into the knife and flung it at the curse.

Within a seconds it dies after getting hit by your knife.

You turn to Gojo who is clapping at your success.

"Congratulations Y/N, you did it", he says approaching you.

He puts his hand inside his pocket and gives something to you. It's a picture of him and a guy with black hair.

"Who's this sensei?", you ask looking at the picture.

"It's Geto my ex-best friend...We had to go our separate ways.."

"Why?"

"He is a bad person. He chose a path different from mine", he says walking past me smiling, "Come now we should go".

"WAAAAAAAAAAIT UPPPPPPP DONT LEAVE ME ALONE HERE", you say trying to catch up with him

"I kn-ow what you are thinking...But don't get me wrong", Gojo says

"But you said he is a bad person", you say that aloud which wins you a scuff from Geto.

"It's not nice to talk bad about people when you don't know about them", Geto says.

HIS VOICE IS SO SOOTHING.

"Yes Y/N, bad girl," Gojo says pouting like a baby.

You look at him with rage "stop humiliating me you lied to me", you whisper to him.

Gojo sighs and sits on the couch beside Geto. "Come sit Y/N", he says and you sit on the couch on the other side of Geto...

Geto's sharp eyes fall on you as if he is observing something.

Your attention falls on Gojo opening the bag...He takes a Kikufuki out and starts eating it, "So good. Oh btw Y/N meet Geto Suguru..and he is not a good man".

Bruh

"Gojo shut up you are worse than I am", Geto says snapping at Gojo.

You smile at their childishness.

"Just kidding haha and this is Y/N my favorite and lovely student. ", Gojo says.

WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT OMGGG EBAHARHJSHHS HE COMPLIMENTED MEEEEEEEE

You blush hard biting your lower lip and smile as you look down hiding your face from them.

"So respectful and obedient", he says in a lower tone.

Your pupil dilates. You can feel him smirking even if you are not looking at him.

"Y/N, tell me something", Geto suddenly speaks to you.

You raise your head and face him...

"Yes, sir"

Gojo almost chokes on his food.

"No call me Geto... Not 'sir'", he says with a grin as he asks for a kikufuku from Gojo ..Gojo gives him one and Geto passes it to you...

"Okay, Geto thank you".

He winks at you and asks for other kikufuku from Gojo without moving his eyeballs which are fixed on you.

"OKAY SO WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO ASK HER?", Gojo says after finishing all the kikufuku . His playful tone offsetting the unbearably tense atmosphere between you and Geto...

"So tell me Y/N...",Geto interjected before Satoru could say anything more, staring you down with a gaze that made your skin crawl.

You hum in reply.

"YOU RESPECT THIS MORON?", Geto suddenly bursts out laughing.

"huh-?", You give him a ;-; look

"He does not even deserve to be called sensei", Geto says wiping his tears as he laughs hard.

"SHUT UP GETOO...She is a good girl... WAIT YOU ARE JEALOUS", Gojo says casually.

Under most circumstances, you could keep your cool. But, right now, it is like your body isnt cooperating. Your feel too unsteady, your cheeks hot, your stomach knots up.

"She does not know stuff about you... Does she?", Geto threatens...

Stuffs about Gojo?

"Soooo... Y/N", Gojo says ,"We were planning something before you arrived"...

Geto looks at Gojo and Gojo rises from his sit...

"So Y/N as u r my most trusted student, I should tell you this..", Gojo says with a serious face.

"Tell me what?"

"Geto shall I say her?", Gojo winks at Geto.

WTF WHY THE WINK

"You sure she is trustworthy?", Geto replies...

"Yup trustworthy and cute", Gojo replies and winks at you...

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DID HE JUST SAY?

You could not believe yourself. You are unable to say anything.

Geto says, "So ... We shall be going on a secret mission... Actually we want to ruin you"

"yuga- I meant a curse .. CURSE", Geto says rectifying himself

"Shut up Geto lemme tell her.. Can't even speak in the right way...Tsh", Gojo says annoyed..."So Y/N .. Yea he can't speak well don't mind him...He is an idiot .. Let me tell you...We shall be conducting a secret mission and we need a strong girl... I think you are perfect for the task."

"REALLY MEEE??????????????", You yell in excitement.

Miwa will be so jealous of me...I know she likes sensei too but I m going to spend more time with him and remain his favorite yeyyyy...

"Yup you", he says coming closer to you.

"You sure about that Gojo? I don't think she can... The work requires lot of courage", Geto says tilting his head to his side and observing your body...

"Y/N, You can do it right?", Gojo says as he stands next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

You look up at Gojo. He has already removed his blindfold. His hypnotising blue eyes forcing you to answer in affirmative.

"I-think I-

You can do it Y/N

I can do it sensei", you say as you lift your chin to face Gojo who is now looking at you with a cheesy smile.

"She says she can," Gojo says looking at Geto.

"I need proof", Geto says in reply.

"You will prove it to Geto right?", Gojo says bending towards you "Y/N", you could feel his hot breath touching your neck.

Nerve pulsating at the back of your throat still you manage to speak, "What do I have to do sensei to prove myself?"

"Well follow me", he says leading you to his bedroom?

Geto follows us.

Reaching there, you look at Gojo confused...

Gojo sits on his bed and asks you to sit beside him.

You do as he says and Geto sits beside you...

Too close

"So now?", you ask pouting your lips.

"Gojo I think it's time", Geto speaks suddenly.

TW⚠

"Time for what?" you ask concerned facing Geto.

"Nothing. Look at me Y/N", Gojo says looking at you and taking your hand in his...You immediately take your hand away... Even if u like his touch, you are scared...

"Are you afraid?" Gojo asks

Im not, you say, the words coming out slightly too fast to sound completely genuine.

We have no intention of hurting you, Geto says as he brushes some strands of your hair aside which were falling on your face.

Im not scared, you bite out, the falsehood ringing hollow even to you

Theres no reason to be ashamed or afraid, Suguru says you.

His soft, light tone of voice assures you that there is no danger.

Geto smiles, warm and sweet and unnerving.

Satoru throws an arm around you, making you gasp and jump

Sensei has cold hands.

His intense stare is making you wet down there...

"Gojo I should go-", you stand up on shaky legs, having every intention of getting out of here, of running away as fast as you could.

You just want to get away from them today.

"Wait , Satoru says, as he grabs you by your wrist making you sit on the bed as before.

"You just called me Gojo instead of sensei..."

SHIT DID I JUST SAY GOJO INSTEAD OF SENSEI FUCK FUCK FUCK

"Don't worry you can call me that", Gojo says taking your hand in his, "You can call me anything you want".

IS THIS A DREEEEEEEEEEEEAM?

"Gojo~", Geto says in a baby voice...

"So yes as I was saying we need a strong girl and you are perfect for the task and we need teamwork and-?"

"Okay", you say "and?"

You feel Geto shift towards you but you are more interested in what Gojo is going to say...

"Mmhmm you need to prove you can cooperate with us", he says biting his lower lips.

"And how shall I prove that to you", You say.

"Just listen to what we say", Gojo says, "So promise us you will be a good girl and listen to what we say"

"Yess..", you say reluctantly.

"yes but first look at me " Geto grabs your other hand.

You face him and Gojo grabs your waist , pulls you towards him tugging you down onto his lap. When you yelp and struggle, his arms only tightens, keeping you pinned against him.

"Wait why do-", you try to say something but Geto puts his finger on your lips.

"Shh", he says.

"You need to cooperate? Remember your promise dear?", Gojo says near your ear. His hot breath touches your bare skin.

All you can smell is his cologne, all you can feel is the solid strength of his body.

HOLY SHIT I CAN'T BREATHE WTF

"Look at me Y/N show me what you can do", Gojo says lifting your chin...

"I can't understand yall", u gently push Gojo's hand away from your skin but he remains unaffected.

"Y/N, show Geto how obedient and trustworthy you are", Gojo says putting his head on your shoulder

Geto starts caressing your arms in a way of comforting you.

"Like how?"

"You need to give a test", Geto says as he stands up and leaves the room leaving you and Gojo alone in the room.

You look at Gojo who is smirking while watching Geto leave.

You try to stand up but Gojo pulls you back.

"No Y/N", he says with a stern voice," You can't leave now".

"but-",

as you were going to say something you see Geto is back with a blindfold and ice??

Why is that needed?

"You see that Y/N..That's how we are gonna test you".

You still don't understand their objectives so you just keep quiet.

"Open your mouth Y/N", Geto says as he picks up the ice on his right hand and waits for you to open your mouth.

You look at Gojo...

"You have to obey us Y/N...If you want to be a part of the mission", Gojo says...

You nod and reluctantly open your mouth...

Gojo wraps his hands around your waist and you keep your hands on them...

His touch is making me crazy STOP STOP PLSSSSS

As much as you want it to stop, you want don't want to ruin this golden opportunity being offered to you.

Geto puts a cube of ice inside your mouth and then another.

"Don't swallow them neither you can eat them, understood?."

You simply nod and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel Geto putting the blindfold on you...

"Mmhngm" you try protesting but you have the ice swirling around your tongue.

"You have to SHOW us how good you are, okay princess? Answer our questions... That's your test", Gojo says as he starts nibbling your ear.

Is my mind going blank?

You try to melt the ice cubes using the heat of your saliva as fast as you can...

You feel a hand on your thigh but you can't make out whose hand that is...

You whimper as the hand reaches your sex. You try to push them away but someone's hands stopped yours...

The ice cubes are so hard to melt...

It is a cold day so it is taking a long... Your mouth is aching...Even in this situation, you are getting turned on...

You feel someone pushing the fabric of your skirt up and spreading your legs a little more with a strength you cant possibly fight... His long fingers hook beneath the hem of your panties.

You bang your head on Gojo's chest trying to tell him that don't want this...

"I don't want this please"

I don't want this still I'm getting wet...

"Sweetheart you agreed to us right?"

You nod cursing yourself for agreeing with them...

You let your panties slip down.

Without the barrier, hands readjust your thighs wider, using his thumbs to separate your labia and expose you to his eyes entirely.

The loss of control, allowing them that level of dominion over your body is distressing. Your heart hammer against your ribs.

A hand starts massaging your clit in circles.

Is that Geto?

"Mnsshg mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", You loudly hum.

The atmosphere is so quiet...The only sound you can hear is your pounding heart...

A sudden movement makes you flinch... Your top is pulled off and someone grabs your breasts softly and Gojo cooes near your ears.

Slowly they takes of your bra too.

The ice cubes were about to melt. You wanted to break them using your teeth but then you remember you need to maintain your obedience at all costs.

"She is so wet", Geto says.

Gojo groans...

You feel his fingertips grazing your nipple area...Gojo's cold hands are making your nipples painfully erect...

Just as the ice cubes are about to melt, your legs were pulled apart and probably Geto's breath starts hitting your wet area.

Geto lightly blows against your hole and you can feel you are clenching hard around nothing.

Gojo moans making you realize you are pressed up against his erection.

Please no, please.

You arch back as his fingertips graze your clit and he puts a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh.

He starts licking your thighs, then slowly he reaches your clit and starts moving his tongue on your clit around your sensitive bud.

Yes, the ice cubes melted...

You swallowed the cold drops of the remaining water and open your throat to finally say something...

"Please don't do this. AAh"

"We will do this Y/N... It's a part of our deal remember?"

"No there was no deal like th-"

Geto starts licking you harder and a small moan escapes your lips. You try to push Geto's head away but Gojo takes your hand and puts your index finger in his mouth.

"No sensei please", you struggle between the two big men...You shut your eyes.

Fuck this is so embarrassing...Why did I end up like this??!

Your abdomen starts shaking as you feel yourself near your edge... You unconsciously move your hips to create more friction but Geto holds your thighs and keeps you in position.

Meanwhile, Gojo plays with your right nipple and sucks on your fingers...

Your toes curl and you feel you are about to cum.

Suddenly Geto stops and you feel empty clenching around nothing.

You sigh in relief thinking it's over...

"You think we are done yet? It's just the beginning", Geto says with a smirk on his face.

Gojo chuckles and brings his face closer to yours... You feel as if your breath is cuddling with his...

He kisses you and you moan in Gojo's mouth.

Gojo's mouth is hot and yours is cold because of the ice cubes. His tongue moves in a rhythm and at a fast pace so fast that you are unable to keep up it.

He puts his hand on your head and pulls you closer...

He slows down his pace.

Geto on the other hand is busy finding your sweet spot. Geto sinks two long fingers into you, uncaring that two was a bit much to start with when his hands were so much larger than yours, uncaring of the filthy squelch as he drives them deep.

"So tight. Squeezing my fingers so good", Geto says in a husky voice.

All you can manage are soft puffing sort of moans, lower sounds of distress when he is being too rough. Suguru clearly isnt worried about being considerate, not worried that you are virgin , not even about the aching stretch or the cruelty of how deep he is going.

You try to struggle due to the pain.

Just relax a little, hm? Ill make it better, Suguru tells you, his long fingers curling against your g-spot.

Gojo's grip tightens and you feel something hard twitch near your ass.

Geto inserts another finger and you mistakenly bite Gojo's tongue.

Gojo breaks the kiss and you receive a hard slap on your face...

"Bad girl Y/N", Gojo says.

Tears sting at the corner of your eyes...

Gojo starts leaving hickies along your neck, sucking and licking and nipping at the skin.

Gojo pulls you closer and you rest your head on Gojo's chest with your ass up... Only your knees are supporting you... Your hands are being held tightly on your back...

I don't want this but why does my body want it...

You don't want it but your body is honest... You are squeezing Geto's digits and your body craves for more...

Geto keeps on fucking you harshly with his three fingers...

You scream against Gojo's bare chest...

"Geto she is a virgin be gentle with her", Gojo says in a serious voice...

HOW DOES HE KNOWW

"Look who's saying", Geto says mocking him.

Geto reduces his pace...

You can't any longer stop yourself from cumming as you spread all your juices on Geto's fingers.

"WHO TOLD YOU TO CUM BITCH", Geto says smacking you.

"GETO", Gojo warns, "be nice to her".

"I m sorry", you say... Tears no longer listen to you as they start pouring in...

Gojo starts choking you gently and puts his mouth on your neck...

You tilt your head towards him as you feel a tingling sensation.

"Gojo I think she is ready for it", Geto says moving away from you.

"Ready for what?", you ask.

"Ready for the real exam baby", Gojo whispers near your neck.

You freeze.

What more they will do to me? Isn't this enough?

"I-i m tired Gojo sen-sei", you say in a low voice.

"Tired already? I told you Gojo, she is not cut out for the work", Geto says.

"Are you gonna prove my words all lie Y/N?", Gojo says as his grip tightens right your neck.

You shake your head to deny it.

"Aren't you my good girl who listens to me always? I always care for you right?", Gojo says.

This man knows how to play with my fucking emotions...

You nod and at last give in your body to them...

"That's my good baby," he says.

Gojo puts you aside and rises from the bed. You don't feel Geto's presence anymore.

Phew

You feel somebody grab your ass...

Prolly Gojo

The bed squeaks under pressure and a warm hand pulls you gently by your arm and makes you sit up.

Who's this now?

He strokes your back trying to relax you.

You try to inspect the place you are sitting on.

You grab something hard under your ass

"Aah"

You hear Gojo's moan.

Fuck embarrassing....

Gojo lifts you by your hips and your hands lay on Gojo's chest to balance yourself...

You hear them say something in a low voice but your brain is unable to focus on what's going on.

You feel someone teasing your entrance with something.

It's Gojo.

Gojo spreads your legs further and pushes you down further trying to insert the hard thing inside your vagina...

"First question...You are liking it right?", Gojo asks.

"NOO", you reply immediately.

You feel the thing entering you more. It's hard and thick.

You hiss in pain.

"Relax we are not gonna kill you... We are testing and preparing you, right Geto?", Gojo's voice echoes.

"Hmmm do it Gojo", Geto speaks.

"Do wha-"

You feel the thing entering you more.

Your legs twitch in pain.

"You are so wet yet you say you are not liking it huh", Gojo says mocking you.

A hand grabs your hair and pulls you in front...Your nose hits someone's hard abs.

Prolly Geto.

He holds your chin and pries your mouth open with force. He pushes your head down putting something inside your mouth.

"Suck it nice hah", Gojo orders.

"Second question...Whose dick are you sucking huh?", Geto says.

Dickkk??

You try to open your blindfold but a sudden thrust makes you scream making it easier for Geto to fill up your whole mouth with his dick...

Drools and tears fall from your face.

He pulls the dick out.

"Who's dick do you think you are choking on?", Geto asks.

"Mmnsf", you try to reply gagging.

What? Baby", Geto says.

Geto pulls out his dick from your mouth...

"Ssensei", you say trying to catch your breath...

A hard slap falls on your ass and one more on your cheeks.

"Wrong answer", Geto says as he caresses the place he slapped you...

Your lips twitch and you mutter sorry under your breath.

The hard thing inside you twitch...

"You should be thanking me, Y/N... You are no longer a virgin", Gojo says...

Gojo took my freaking virginity??????????? WHY DID HE DO IT?

"Please open my blindfold, please" you beg.

"Fine be a good girl will you?", Geto says patting your head.

"Mhnm please"

Your blindfold is slowly removed.

You adjust your eyes. You see Gojo's dick is inside you and Geto's dick is hard, his cock curving upward and the tip flushed red, glistening with a pearly bead of precum, waiting for you to open your mouth again.

Fuck no...

Your mouth wides open on seeing how big Geto's dick is.

Geto frees his tied hair and speaks," You like it huh? Opening your mouth to suck it further, huh?

You look down at Gojo. His face is red and he is looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

"I know you are liking this baby", Gojo says.

He pushes you up and again puts you down on his dick.

You moan louder.

Geto grabs a handful of your hair and forces his dick in ur mouth impatiently

Gojo keeps on thrusting inside you at a slow pace. Geto on the other hand fucks your mouth harshly.

You whimper in pain...You look painfully at Geto as he fucks your mouth roughly...

"GETO", Gojo looks at him with a serious face.

Geto's pace decreases.

Gojo grunts at your tightness. You are going to cum again. Your hands tighten on Gojo's chest. Geto closes his eyes while cursing under his breath.

"Not so fast baby", Gojo says as his dick leaves your pussy.

Geto keeps on fucking your throat.

It is becoming unbearable for you to breathe moreover your mouth is aching.

Geto pulls his dick out of your mouth.

Gojo starts massaging your butthole with his cold fingers and his mouth is on your tits... Gojo takes his dick out of you...

"Sensei please", you beg to look at Gojo with tearful eyes...

"Please what?", he says.

"Please do it", you say in a low voice.

"Do what?", Gojo replies.

"Make me cum", you say almost inaudibly.

"Loud and beg for it", Gojo says.

"PLEASE SENSEI MAKE ME CUM I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE", you say... Eyes squeezed close letting the tears fall from your cheeks.

"You wanna make a mess, hmm. Go on, cum. Give us a show.

"You are impressive Y/N..I like it when you beg...hmm", Geto says lifting your chin and thrusting his tongue inside your mouth. He wipes the tears off your face using his left hand and he plays with his dick with another hand...

Gojo puts his dick in you again , his one lubed finger enters your ass then another...

You moan against Geto's lips.

Geto smiles against your lips.

"You can't wait to get another hole to be filled up yea?", Geto says in a husky voice.

Gojo puts the third finger inside your ass...

You don't reply as you close your eyes and feel Gojo's dick in you pleasuring your deepest spots.

"I will take it as a yes", Geto says as he goes up to your ass.

"No wait I don't know whether I can take both of yall's together", you say protesting.

"You can dear I know you can. You are such a good girl always listening to her sensei's words. I love you Y/N. Such a good girl taking my cock so well", Gojo says.

DID HE JUST SAY HE LOVES ME...

You smash your lips with Gojo's unable to control your happiness.

Geto caresses your ass .

"Sen-sei", you say breaking your kiss.

"Yes baby", Gojo says in reply closing his eyes in pleasure while he thrusts inside you.

"I love you too", you say.

"What about me Y/N? Don't forget about me...I love you too", Geto says while teasing your butthole.

"I love you too Geto", you say unconsciously.

WHY I AM SAYING THESE...

Geto inserts his tip in your ass and Gojo pulls you for a kiss.

You moan inside Gojo's mouth while Geto's dick enters your ass.

You are now in between Geto and Gojo squeezing you with their chests.

Geto puts his hands on either side near Gojo's head.

You put your hand on Gojo's chest and Gojo holds your tits.

You are now at your limit...

You scream as you cum on Gojo's dick.

"I am gonna cum too...Inside you Y/N...Can I?,", Gojo says.

"YES PLEASE INSIDE ME, MMMM", you yell as Gojo bites your nipple and plays with the other one...

"You want my babies so bad huh?", Gojo taunts.

You nod unable to think straight as they rob your ability to think.

"So tight squeezing my dick so good. I can't hold any longer", Geto says.

After a few thrusts they both cum inside you.

Your brain is unable to process anymore as they lay you down in bed...

They both pull their dicks out...Cum oozing out from both of your holes.

"Such a poor girl", Geto says.

"Let her rest..Look at him... So cute and happy", Gojo says cooing at you.

"Stupid, don't forget to buy her birth control pills", Geto says, cleaning himself...

"Why the fuck? Are you jealous of the fact that she is gonna carry my baby? Besides she wants my kids too", Gojo says defending himself...

"Shut yo ass up .. Just do what I say"

"Fine phew".

"Nice show huh", you hear another familiar voice and you open your eyes at once...You turn your head with all your strength left in your body in the direction of that known voice...

Nanami.

I never noticed him in the room.

You blackout soon with a smile of satisfaction on your face...

[itsmearia01]

Past Love || Prolog

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Itadori's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. (btw, here Sukuna is considered as king and you considered as the queen) And there are some OCs that I added to add more drama. Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 1

Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. You don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

(Y/N) (L/N) or now known as Ryomen Sukuna's wife. That night was a wedding between you and Sukuna. Your father, who is the only parent you have now, is the figure behind all of this. It all started with him make you engaged to hundred year old demon when you were 12 years old. And now you are 18 years old, which means it's time to get married.

Many important people come, make you have to smile throughout the event. And when it all ends, that night you ended up at your bedroom alone. You reflect on all the things happened.

They think you're happy, they all think you love him. All this time you have to act like you can't live without Sukuna. You have to act like you love him. No, of course you don't love him. You admit he's quite hot, but he's not your type. You don't like mean, psychopathic men. You like gentle and loving men.

Your father always forced you to be obsessive with Sukuna and act like you love him. So you always hurting women who tease him because your father told you to. But you can't do much if Sukuna wants those women. So you are the antagonist.

You're 100% sure he's with one of his mistresses now. As the first wife of Ryomen Sukuna, everyone is sorry for you because he likes to sleep with other women. But you don't mind it, you don't care. But THEY CARE, those who think you love him.

"What should I say to your majesty?"

You hear the waiters talking behind the wall, you start to focus on listening.

"Did lord Sukuna slept with his lover?" Ask someone you recognize as your personal guard now. "Yes. I have to immediately bring this dinner to queen (Y/N)."

Not long after the conversation ended, your bedroom door was opened. "excuse me queen, this is your dinner." He said while put down the tray of your dinner. "Thank you, did he slept with his mistress?" you ask.

The butler raised his head, looking at you with pitying eyes. "I-That's right, Your Highness." he answered nervously. You sighed and told him to leave. Before leaving the room, he look at you with pity once again.

Several months passed, nothing special. He always looks at you disgusted, because he also thinks you're obsessed with him. When you meet Sukuna, he always with his concubines and those concubines always grin at you.

You have to be patient, this is for your family.

That day, he suddenly call you and everyone to the great hall. He was with a woman as usual, but something was different.

"I want to make this women, as my first wife." He said. Everyone was shocked. Because if he wants to make that woman his first wife, it means that she will replace your position. You saw the woman smiling innocently, but you can see her grin.

Because Sukuna wanted to make that woman his first wife, all support for you disappeared and turned to that woman. After your father investigated the woman named Yurika Sato, a illegitimate daughter of a lowly noble who went bankrupt.

The thing that made he attracted to her was because of her innocence. Sukuna really likes innocent women and really hates rude women like you. And just as you'd think, Sukuna will eventually replace you and take Yurika as his first wife.

But you realize this is your chance to escape. You tell your father that you will run away and he agrees. Just in time for the wedding between Sukuna and Yurika, you packed up your things and leave a farewell note. Finally, after everything Sukuna did to you from betrayal, his harsh words, and other acts of cruelty that you received from him, you are finally free.

You and your father still communicating by letter and he bought you a house that is not big but still very nice. Now you live in a village and sell cakes you make by yourself.

Until one day something special happens in your life. At that time you were walking around in the market suddenly you hit bye someone and fell. When you look at that person it was a tall handsome man.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." He says. Reaching out his hand to help you up. And that's when you were get to know to him. It was strange that an aristocratic family name was used by a commoner like him. You were suspicious, but you were a person who believed easily when he said that he completely unrelated to nobles, he happened to share the same last name.

He work as a doctor in this village.

Months have passed and now you know him better, you start developed romantic feelings for each other.

One day he proposed to you and you happily accepted. It's been a month since you were married and you read a letter from your father explaining that the capital in chaos. There are so many evil curses attacking everything around.

You want to go there, but hampered by your body feeling unwell. You keep feeling nauseous and vomiting, your menstruation hasn't come since a month ago. You finally checked secretly with other doctors in the village. Unfortunately, it took a few days to find out.

Three days have passed and there is still no news about the results. Due to getting another letter from your father and worrying about him, you finally decide to go to the capital that day without your husband knowing.

But you don't realize that will be where it ends. You didn't find your father at your family's residence, and you immediately went to Sukuna's residence. You find your father fighting a curse and behind him is Sukuna. When your father neglects to help the others, sukuna who somehow looks very weak is attacked by a special grade curse.

Time went fast, you ran trying to protect Sukuna's body and in the end the curse attack hit your stomach. You lay down weakly and heard screams of your father, Sukuna, and your husband who somehow were there. You see them approaching you and screaming for someone to heal you. And what surprised you the most was when your husband shouted, "SHE'S PREGNANT!"

It's too late. You was already unconscious and fell asleep forever.

_____

"HAH- HAH- HAH."

You wake up from your sleep, the dream is again in your mind. You quickly looked at the time and realized that you would be late for school. You hurry up and get ready for school. Go downstairs and find your father and sibling eating in the dining room.

You grabbed a loaf and rushed out of the house ignoring your father's screams telling you to come back.

And this is your life now, (Y/N) (L/N) the only one daughter of a rich family which has one of the most successful companies in the world.

On the way to school, you keep imagining the dreams you've had every day since you were 12 years old until now. No matter how much you deny it, You know that it's not just a dream but an incident that happened in the past. Maybe it was your past life.

To be continued

A/N : Hello! This is the end of the prologue, once again English is not my first language, btw your family won't be featured much in the next chapters, so it's okay if you don't have any siblings to imagine in the story. Sorry if there are any wrong words. I feel it's too long for prolog, so I'm sorry but hope you like this story and waiting for the first chapter! Banners credit to @cafekitsune !

[shiro41]

Fucking My Teacher- GOJO SATORU

Summmary: Fucking your sleeping teacher is bad enough but waking him up while doing it?

WARNINGS: Somnophilia, blowjob, degration, dirty talk, noncon(?), 1 slap, using of names (bitch, slut, etc.), teacher-student, breeding if you squint, belly buldge, virgin!reader, hint of size kink, yandere!reader

Note: this is an old work for my friend..thought might post something since it's valentines...yeah- im late.

The soft breaths that left his mouth quietly felt as you hovered your finger on his lips. The Ghostly touch of his delicate skin and rested face made your cheeks tint a rosy color.

His worn mask was nowhere to be seen and the usual black attire he wears often at school was replaced with a comfortable T-shirt and boxers that hugged the curve of his waist, exposing the plush of his muscular thighs and shaved legs.

The scent of his perfume lingered despite the newly changed clothes, it clung on his skin like glue and his tufts of white scattered around the fluff of his pillow.

Admist the darkness of his room that's illuminated by the natural light of the moon, you can still see the beauty of this man. Your featherlight touch continued to drag across from his delicate features to his hard muscles that peaked and teased you from the confines of his shirt.

Swallowing a thick load of saliva, you got up from your position before giving the defenseless man a kiss goodnight on his forehead, leaving as fast as a cool breeze with no evidence to trace about someone's presence other than your beloved.

A palpitating heart and cold fingers combine with heated cheeks and whirled stomach, the very thought of Satoru drives you to insanity full of desire and love for your snow white teacher.

The figment of Satoru telling you sweet nothings and holding you close to him more than just a platonic teacher-student relationship makes you drool at the thought. The ecstasy you always feel whenever Gojo's soft skin makes contact with your own, sending you to a state of Euphoria.

You've yearned for his attention, yearned for the feeling of the sweet flying butterflies that whirled in your stomach like a tornado and hungered for his affection.

The small bag containing minor objects that belonged to your teacher was a reminder of how much you love him, the stashed collection of things he has bought and gave on your abode served as a sign of your undying affection for your white haired teacher, Gojo.

The vivid image of his calm breathing from earlier synced with the thrust of your fingers, the audible squelching sound of your juice coated finger and the suppressed moans that dare escape your lips was a reminder how much you lust over your mentor.

Your legs shook with the way your pussy walls clenched against your fingers, sheets coated in white as you felt the Ecstasy of the orgasm. Gojo's unsuspecting faces and stolen photos scattered around your bed like reviewers, surrounding your pleasure filled figure as you continued to suck on your fingers, tongue swirling and unintentionally biting the skin.

The smell of your mentor's freshly washed underwear hitting your nose as you salivate with the idea of Satoru's length shoved down your throat, thrusting in a pace that would leave you in tears, leaking like a broken faucet underneath him.

Your restrained moans and small cries of Gojo's name that became a chant as your fingers slid in and out, stretching the overstimulated vagina that yearned for Gojo's dick.

The loud puffs and pants as you rode out your second orgasm for the night followed by a meek call of his name as your body collapsed from the intense session of masturbation, the bed creaking along the way.

You could feel the wetness in your abdomen, caused by the cum that seeped into the thick covers of your bed. The cloth that Stuck on your mouth was centimeters away from you, a visible wet patch from your saliva and stretched visage of your fingers going deep within your throat.

"Gojo..."

Although sensitive and tired, you pushed yourself to clean up after the mess of your pleasure filled session thinking about your teacher in a way so sinful the devil could not accept in hell.

Morning rolled around for you to attend school with your classmates, greeting Nobara with a bubbly persona and Itadori as you three chit chatted about certain things. Megumi was unfortunately sent to a mission to exorcist curses directly commanded by your teacher, Gojo.

Said man barged into the room with a grin, his towering figure spreading as he made himself welcome despite the late arrival. You found yourself in a reverie about your teacher's flexing fingers, finding them incredibly attractive with the way it curled and straightened with every movement.

You wondered what it would feel like to grip on your thighs and plunge it deep within your sweet pussy, maybe slap the folds and rub your aching clitoris.

The very thought of it makes you shudder and let out a breath, the shaky sigh and quiet rampaging imaginaries you've fantasized about your teacher made you rub your thighs together. How sinful, aroused in class fantasizing about Gojo who seemed to be oblivious—like any other students with you—about your undying lust and love.

"(Name)!"

With a sudden call of your name from his lips and the touch of his hands on your shoulder, the gasp that escaped you and the shiver of your whole body was evident to everybody. It was clear you weren't paying attention to their current topic, too busy undressing Gojo with your eyes.

"Are you alright? Something bothering you, hmm?"

"It's nothing, Gojo.."

"Oh come on, you can tell me! Is it a boyfriend?"

What a tease. Behind the black fabric of his blindfold was his blue eyes that will stare deep within your soul and you knew he was checking your well-being as of now behind his mask.

With an annoyed huff and furrowed brows, you pushed your teacher away to create a space. However, his hands caught your wrists and that alone made your heart skip a beat or two.

His touch was firm yet soft, almost securing you like a fragile package. His hands wrapped snugly around your wrists and you wondered if this is the equivalent of his touch when he's bedding a woman.

"G-get off me, stupid teacher! It's none of your business if I'm thinking of someone!"

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

"Care to tell us who?"

The day ended with teasing, Nobara and Itadori's curiosity seeped out of them like overflowing waters. Their arms would cling into the fabric of your uniform like leeches as Gojo's angelic voice sung like an angel from heaven in the background, adding salt to the wound he caused with his mischief.

At the comfort of your room, your stare lingered at the skin of your wrists. Gojo's touch still present despite the fact it's physically absent, love was an understatement to describe what you felt during that moment. It was rather blissful, satisfying.

addicting.

The late of the night didn't make your eyes shut with sleepiness, the overwhelming desire to fuck your teacher rivaled the drowsiness. At an ungodly hour, you've snuck once again at his humble abode with quiet steps and careful movements. The stealth of your figure could compare to a feline's; light and quick.

The familiar door that you've come to know as your beloved teacher's greeted you, blocking whatever is happening inside which you knew by heart. The soft jiggle of the doorknob and a disturbing creak didn't awaken the man who snored blissfully in his bed, covers a mess and position laid out similar to a starfish. The sight made the insides of your body shiver in a pleasant manner.

As per usual, you stared at his defenseless figure completely drinking up the sight of his relaxed state. Oh, how you wish you could just kiss those parted lips and silence the small snores that escape them, feel the flesh of his skin and cup the softness of his cheeks.

"Satoru..."

A breath, you found yourself straddling him. Hovering over his sleeping body with the familiar dancer performing in your eyes; Lust. His breaths harmonize with your heavy pants, touch featherlight against the thin fabric of his garments. Your eyes stayed focused on his covered ones, white lashes at rest that you want to kiss.

Morals and values were not in your book, so does resistance. With a soft bite of your lip, a deep breath and a quick pull, you knew it was too late to go back down and beg for whatever deity you believed in to forgive your sins.

With all its glory revealed your teacher's rested cock, you could feel the blood circulating at the area of your nose as you continued to strip the fabric off his sleeping figure. Slowly, intimately and sinfully.

"Fuck, you're built like god's favorite."

You whispered, softly fluffing his hair and a kiss on his forehead before you retracted and focused on the meaty length that settled in between his muscular thighs. You suppressed a moan, it was better than you pictured. All the pornography you watched late at night, wishing it was his engorged flesh plunging deep into your velvety walls was not comparable to the cock of Gojo Satoru.

The desire to touch and taste his dick was immense, thanking whatever exists above that this man turns off his infinity while asleep. Your pink muscle experimented around the area of his pink tip, swirling it like a lollipop and licking it like chocolate on a spoon. It wasn't as tasty as you expected, it didn't feel like it was supposed to be judging from the adult videos you've seen, however, the tingles and collywobbles confessed how you enjoy pleasing the sleeping man.

A small groan was let out, halting your movement to look over the man who's still thankfully asleep. One could not fathom how low and dirty you swooped in to taste and love this majestic human underneathe you. Diving deeper into the depths of his length, you've managed to suck the muscle that turned slightly stiff overtime.

The head was now slightly hitting your throat, choking and gagging at the thick muscle that snuggly fit in your stretched wet cavern.

You could've sworn the man woke up in a daze before succumbing to sleep a few times before you let go of his now saliva covered dick, liquid dripping on his thighs as his cock stood up like a proud man after your inexperienced performance. Of course, he deserved to be your first in everything.

"Satoru... you're so...mph.."

Staring yet again at his relaxed expression, completely unaware of your doings to his unconscious body. The wet patch on the thin fabric of your panties only grew larger by the minute, it sought to be touched and pleasured, alas, your hands were as busy as your mouth; giving Gojo an inexperienced blowjob in his sleep.

A sigh and a small stutter of your hips when you took off the wet underwear and touched the bundle of nerves that waited to be pleasured, the heat on your cheeks couldn't be any hotter with the way you touched yourself on top of your mentor. It was humiliating but that humiliation was overpowered by the desire and lust to fuck your teacher, have your cunt suck his penis dry of white substances. It made your spine shudder with excitement.

With a hungered lick and a few strokes on his stiff cock, you dare to lead the pulsating tip to your soft folds— teasing yourself with the sensation of his dick on the surface of your sopping vagina. How naughty of you to take advantage of your sleeping teacher, fucking yourself with his aroused member. The slight groans and shifts of his made your body run cold in a pleasant manner, the thrill of waking him up keeps your adrenaline going and heart in a pace of a running man's.

A rather low and restrained moan passed by the guards of your lips as your soaked private suck and ate his throbbing length without any problem with the exception of the discomfort of it stretching your inexperienced hole.

Of course, you believed he's the only man to deserve and experience your divine pussy and take your sacred virginity even when unconscious, the thought of another man's penis taking you makes you shiver in disgust. It was Gojo's and Gojo's only. No one else. So, when you finally settled and felt the burning fire that bloomed as your walls was forced to stretch to a foreign object inside you that's definitely thicker and longer than what your fingers could reach and curl, you softly bounced on his hips.

The feeling of his length softly entering and exiting your hole that morphed into the shape of him was more than heaven, it was paradise.

It felt addicting, it felt satisfying. All you could do was take it in, enjoy the pleasure that it gave despite the minor discomfort it gave and drink up the moments that are rarer than a diamond gem. Sharp intakes of air and soft whispers was all you could do, doing your best not to moan too loud and wake the sleeping man beneath you.

"Satoru, Satoru...! Haah...so good..!"

"I love you so much, I'd kill and die for you...your cock is so big..god!"

Gradually, your pace got quicker as your huffs became louder, almost evident to the cold air that surrounded your heated body. Hand on your mouth, screwing it shut tight and eyes teary with the way his dick thrusted in you as you bounced like a cowgirl on a bull's back. Your toes curled up on the sheets, the nails of your fingers digging on your skin to form small crescent moons and occasionally scratch the delicate flesh.

"Fuck...Satoru!"

"I'm.... I'm....fucking god!"

A silent scream and a stutter of your whole body, creamy and thick white semen overflowed from the inside of your cunt. Your vision faded to black as the earth seemingly stopped to witness your pleasure filled expression, inaudible whines and sobs as your teeth buried deep in your skin to silence the volume of your bliss.

The feeling of incredible strength of a fist tying your hair at the back of your head and a deep, sleepy chuckle made your blood run as cold as Russia's snow. Is this how a deer feels when exposed to headlights? You thought to yourself, stunned by the sudden awakening of your teacher.

"How's your experience so far, sweetheart?"

"G-gojo! It's uhm.."

The situation itself was unexplainable, the feelings you harboured for your mentor were unexplainable. Everything about your doings was unexplainable.

"Now, now, (name). I bet you've enjoyed everything that has happened so far. But, you do know everything you've done is wrong, don't you?"

Was he going to lecture you? That's the best thing that could happen as of now, you think. He's probably going to report you to the jujutsu headquarters or just send you to the police to repent your unforgivable sins. All this happening with his dick still inside, drenched with your dripping cum on the sides of your thighs and his to the sheets of his bed.

"Don't you deserve to be punished?"

The question sounded more like a statement, you felt his grip from behind your head tighten. His other hand is finding a way to your jaw that's dried with your own saliva from the session, ever so slightly pressing the smallest amount of strength that felt like a guard to keep your mouth from lapping anything that belongs to and is on him.

"How naughty of you, (Name)."

He whispered, sending spooky chills throughout your whole body. You waited for his next move, accepting whatever he will do to you like a good obedient girl that's been tamed by the fine hands of her teacher. You've already eaten the forbidden fruit, it was just a matter of time for you to face the consequences of your actions but you did not expect to be caught midway of committing it.

A surprised yelp and a jerk of your body left your soul flying to heaven as his hips rutted without a word, squelching noise audible to both of you as his balls came into contact with your skin. Hands flying to his shoulders for support as he continued without a word uttered for you to prepare, stuffing you with his meaty length vigorously.

"Ah-ah! Sat—Gojo! Please stop I'm sensitive!"

"What happened to 'Satoru', baby? Are you too shy to utter my name now?"

With your teacher's strength, he flipped the both of you. Now underneath him, you could see the oceanic spheres that danced with sinful lust and sadism that matched the smirk on his lips. His hand wrapped around your wrists rather tightly, almost making blood circulation stop in that particular area from the raw strength he possesses.

Hips continue to plunge deep inside you with the speed of a beast that makes the bed creak in a noisy manner as it hits the wall every time Gojo's cock disappears into your body.

"Ah! Satoru! Satoru! Satoru!"

You could only whine and sob, the intensity of your pussy being assaulted with his dick was better than earlier. He truly is an experienced man, making you cry out in pleasure as you willingly submit to be his whore of a student. Your legs are forced to be spread wide and dangle on his shoulders, having deeper access to hit every crevice of your heated walls.

From the Orgasm you had earlier and your teacher's intense pace and rough thrusts, your poor inexperienced vagina could only handle so much stimulation that it made you scream in ecstasy when you felt the gush of juices painting Gojo's length white, legs shaking from the shockwaves and seeing dots of white and black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Came already? But we are only just getting started."

"Ngh...Satoru I don't think—"

"You will. Whether you like it or not, you will be taking my dick like a desperate bitch you are. Are we clear?"

You could only respond with a single sob and cry, having no other choice but to take him in despite the overwhelming pleasures your body can't handle.

"Speak!"

A slap on your cheek.

"(Name), don't be a bitch now. Come on, speak and tell me your answer."

Vehement thrusts are what greeted you like no tomorrow, you felt the burning sensation of his harsh touch on your swollen cheek as his eyes glared down at you with a glowing fire of lust.

"Y-yes Satoru!"

You mustered, too fucked up to even form a single phrase. You could feel the wetness of your juices and Gojo's leaking from your hole that's been filled with yours and his rich, white semen. His length continued to assault you glistening pussy without a stop, a few groans and audible pants from him. The hand that acted as a restraint on your wrist continued to clutch them, now stronger than before as he's too indulged with the way your walls hugged his cock, morphing into the shape of it as if he's marking your insides.

"Fuck, you're a virgin aren't ya? This sweet pussy is mine to claim."

His hand that once restrained your arms slithered down your heated, pleasure filled body to the bundle of nerves that he's currently filling up. His index finger toyed with your clit and continued to form a circular motion that triggered a switch for you to automatically raise your hips from the soft surface of his bed and scream his name as you once again came from the added sensation of his hand.

"How pretty."

Diving to reach you, his slimy tongue lapped up the forming sweat and flowing tears on your cheek, tasting it like the last droplets of soda in a plastic can. His fingers continued to skillfully support his beast-like thrusts, occasionally pinching and slapping your vagina as if it were some skin on your arm. Your moans were no longer there, replaced with desperate whines, cries and hiccups.

"Take my cum and don't let it leak, got it? Not a single bit."

He murmured in your ear, biting the shell and wet it with his slithering tongue. A meek nod and a pathetic mustered yes from you before you felt yourself being carried like a newborn to Gojo's clothed chest, arms wrapped around your nude figure to secure your seat in his lap with his penis connecting you both in this ride.

If your screams weren't loud enough earlier, it definitely did now. You swore you saw the glass of unfinished water shake for a moment as your mentor jackhammered himself in you, constant sounds of slaps and squelches becoming background noises from the echoing gutteral moans from you and occasional groans and degration from your mentor.

"Ugh! Satoru! Fuck! Fuck me harder! There, there! Angh..there please!"

"Such a needy b-bitch, don't worry..Teacher's cum will fill you up any second now."

He purred, bouncing you up and down forcefully as he also plowed his pleasure stick as fast and wild as he could. You could see the crack on the bedframe and hear the quick creak of something being bent with the way he stuffed you full.

"Please! Please!"

Pathetically begging, you felt like a slut in need for a refill of his semen to energize you for the day. The world was now in a blurry mess, mixed with the tears and dizziness you're experiencing in sync thanks to your teacher's massive length. You could slightly see your stomach bulge every time his cock disappears, it scared you how long and thick it is to the point it started to get a little too intense for your liking but, you weren't one to complain and would rather save yourself from the advantage of your teacher exposing your sins to authorities or anyone he knows.

His fingers pried your mouth open, exposing your bleeding tongue that's been bitten minutes prior to his awakening. Your eyes widened as you felt the spit of his combine with yours inside your wet cavern being mixed with his tongue like a witch brewing a new potion. The open mouthed kiss didn't let you forget the arching of your back pressing against his torso, the fire that pooled in your abdomen similar to springs recoiling before it snapped in half.

The sudden stop of his thrust and the erotic moan from him made you realize he too, have cummed in sync with you. You felt his lips press at the side of your head whilst the grip of his hands on your waist and hips were the contrast of his soft gesture. You fear they'll bruise later or tomorrow, but that wasn't what concerned you the most in this situation.

The heavy breaths and pants was the only thing you could hear aside from the ringing of your head, feeling the gush of liquids on your pussy and the slow retract of his cum covered dick, witnessing how your stomach visibly deflated from emptiness. You were still high from the overstimulation the man have gave you, the amount of orgasm you managed to produce in one night without having to pass out midway, all of it has made you feel beyond tired and exhausted.

The ustulation was satisfied temporarily, deep within you knew this was not going to be the last you'll ever taste your teacher's dick and the start of you diving deeper into the obsession over your handsome, masked teacher.

Gojo's Azure gaze stayed glued into your hazed ones, still calming down from a draining activity. Was this all worth it? Of course it was, you've tasted your teacher in more ways than what you expected and you were beyond grateful for it, ignoring how humiliating and shameful it is for you to grasp it.

"As a Punishment, you will be sent to a mission three weeks worth of time with no assistance, whatsoever."

[hawnks]

Satoru Gojo’s cursed abilities began to manifest at the age of two. By five he could read and write with ease, he could do basic arithmetic, and had better special reasoning than most adults. It was a given that his secondary traits would manifest early, and the clan was happy to welcome a dominant alpha to the family. Except—

He wasn’t.

The revelation that their messiah was an omega, frankly, appalled most of the Gojo Clan, but they wouldn’t deny their interest in a few incredibly powerful offspring.

By the time Satoru had truly and fully manifested at the age of fourteen, they had already thrown a few dozen alpha suitors his way — he had his pick of any of them, he could just drop out and raise children like a good omega. Except— he wouldn’t.

Satoru insisted on school, where it quickly became apparent that he would outclass even the strongest alphas. The clan was once again disgusted with him; the way he behaved, his strength and charisma, it simply wasn’t like an omega. He should be demure, and sweet, and happy to let everyone else order him around. Except he wasn’t.

He showed absolutely no signs of omega tendencies, except for infrequent heats, which were so mild he didn’t even need to take time off school. The clan had hopes that maybe that alpha boy he was always hanging around would get Satoru to settle down and mate, but no luck. When asked about this, Satoru said he found alphas “boring,” and would “rather drink bleach than fuck one.” The clan decided it would be best to wait a few years before broaching the topic of marriage again.

It wasn’t until his final year at Jujutsu High that Satoru showed any sign of libido at all. Lounging on the porch, ignoring his English tutor, staring out as the gardener tended to the koi pond. Then— Satoru bolted upright.

The tutor startled. “What? What is it?”

Satoru pointed. “Who is that?”

It took a second for the old man to spot who he was referring to. Someone else had joined the Gardner at the pond, peering down into the golden arc of fish. “The groundskeeper’s child.” A follow up question formed on his lips, “Why—“

Why are you interested when you’ve never shown an inkling of curiosity about anyone else in your entire life? But it died just as quick.

Satoru was staring at the gardener’s child with a look that could only be described as hungry. The shortened breath, dilated eyes, and flushed cheeks were unmistakable, although the unhinged grin he wore was a bit unusual (and unsettling). Nevermind whatever was going on below the belt.

“I want her,” Satoru said. Unshakable, bottomless lust— now that was just like an omega. Finally, he was experiencing a true heat, triggered by the presence of a potential mate.

Except—

“Gojo… that’s a beta.”

[hyosonn]

older boyfriend!satoru who gets fixated when he smudges his tip on your braces. it's so adorable to see you whine, he says. he just can't bring to admit he reminisces his days as a fuck boy when he smudges his cum on your metal brackets.

“‘toru, i gotta go.. i got persons next on my sched..” you muffled, your mouth stuffed with his girthed cock while your tongue fights the slit of his tip.

“just hold on a sec,” he groaned– letting his cock settle on your metal brackets the second he cums. he wiggles his tip on your teeth, laughing when he saw your grimaced gazed. “what?”

“you’re so weird.”

he tutted, slapping his shaft on your cheek.

“now, that won't do.” he pulled on your hair, lifting your face at angle where he could see you clearly– admiring your pores and ruined mouth before smirking.

“seems like i gotta fuck that attitude outta you, hm? you’re entering geto’s class with cum on your panties, baby.”

[ayanominitrash]

cross my mind - Gojo x reader

When a cute girl riding her bike in Jujutsu High strolls past Satoru, he almost breaks his neck trying to follow the fleeting figure.

He had to blink twice behind his blindfold to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. He's spent nearly half of his life in the Jujutsu High Tokyo Branch, and he's certain that it's his first time seeing a stranger. Could it be a student from the Kyoto Branch? He wasn't informed of any transferees or visitors. Well, he might have been slacking off and not attending the faculty meetings nowadays, but still. Someone must've not inform him. The tall man thinks he'll give his assistant, Ijichi, a slap later if this turns out to be true.

He stands there for a few seconds, wondering if he should ask her questions, but then again, it might have been just his imagination. Plus, he's already running late to meet his students for a mission.

He carries on his way and exits the campus.

Satoru doesn't even remember that encounter happening until he sees the same girl on the bike again when he comes back from the mission. She was just about to leave the school gates when Satoru put a large hand up to stop her.

"Woah, woah. Excuse me," he says in a firm voice, "but you can't be riding a bike here. Also, are you lost?"

You skid to a stop beside him, planting your sneaker-clad feet on either side of your blue bike. Up close, Satoru can see you clearly and confirms his initial thought of this stranger being cute, especially with how your short-sleeved pastel blue summer dress flows in the breeze, the ends of the skirt slightly riding up past your knees. and the white collar of it folding up to your chin a bit. His hand was itching to fix it for you for some reason.

Why is he thinking about that now? Focus, Satoru.

You stare back at him blankly, indicating that you haven't heard what he is saying. He repeats, and as he's speaking, his eyebrow shot up in his blindfold in his realization that you have no cursed energy.

"I'm not lost," you finally say. "Also, do you not know how far and wide this place is? I couldn't possibly manage myself on foot."

Satoru is slightly taken aback by your bluntness. "If you're not lost, then you do know this is a monastery, right? You can't ride your bike here."

"I'm actually aware this is also a school. But if that is the practice here, I was just about to leave anyway, so… let me off the hook?"

"I'm actually a faculty member here, so…"

"I know who you are."

He pauses. "You do?"

"Satoru Gojo. I heard that I'd know you from your height and blindfold."

"And what about for my incredible good looks?" He smirks. He just couldn't help himself.

"I have yet to see, my guy."

Satoru lifts up the left side of his blindfold to take a peek down at you—or more so, flaunting his captivating blue eyes—so he was told. His smirk is still in place as he pats his blindfold back down over his eye. "Anyway, as a faculty member, I have to know what business you have here."

You lean forward to rest both arms on the top of the bike's handlebars, a bored look on your face. "Trust me, I didn't want to bike my way up here, but my dumb cousin left his lunch, and it was up to me to save the day."

"Cousin?"

You look up at him with a straight face. "Yaga-kun."

Shivers.

Shivers are what Satoru felt up his spine.

What are the odds that the one non-curse user or sorcerer he decides to kind of flirt with is the cousin of his boss and sensei? Gross.

He doesn't miss a beat. "Carry on then."

"Hey, that's it? How do you know I'm not lying?" You ask as he starts walking away.

"No one calls that cranky geezer like that around here. Pretend this never happened, yeah? It'll both do us good, I think."

He doesn't look back at you again, but he does throw a goodbye wave over his shoulder. You pout as you watch him walk deeper into the campus before strolling away.

♡

Quite some time has passed since Satoru last saw you on your bike, but sometimes during the day, he'll recall the brief encounter and wonder how you were doing. He never dared to bring it up and ask Yaga-sensei. Who knows what trouble he'll stir up if he learns he might've been kind of flirting with his cousin?

But there you are again, and Satoru, again, has to blink behind his blindfold just to make sure that it was in fact you, walking on along the outskirts of the training ground he and his first years are in. He watches you quietly with his hands on his hips while his students carry on with their training, obliviously. Your gaze was fixed on his students and on him while walking, holding what seemed to be a lunch bag in your small hands. He notes that you're not wearing a summer dress this time. What adorns your body is instead a white long-sleeved shirt and a grey long skirt that goes down above your ankles, feet covered in brown dress shoes. He doesn't miss the way your lips turn into a slight upward smile, which he finds cute, but he immediately has a hand slashing across his neck, meaning to not acknowledge him in front of his students. Something flashes on your features—disappointment maybe? before you look back forward and continue walking as if you never saw them.

"Who's that?" One of his students, Yuji, says while lowering his shinai, staring up at your fleeting figure.

"She's pretty. I've never seen her here before, though," Kugisaki pipes while wiping a sweat off her brow.

Satoru hums. You are pretty.

"Do you know her, Sensei?" Megumi asks beside him in his usual monotone voice.

"I have never seen her before in my entire life."

"Eh? Then she might be lost then? I sense no cursed energy." Yuji says, "May I be excused, Gojo-sensei?"

"No!" Satoru abruptly answers, making his students jump a bit. He quickly fixes his demeanor by clearing his throat. "As a faculty member, I'll go and see what's up, yeah? You students keep on training 'til I come back."

With that, he wastes no time teleporting to where he thinks you will be.

"What's with that blindfolded idiot?" Kugisaki asks while readying her stance to spar with Megumi again.

"Blindfolded idiot? You've been hanging around too much with Maki-senpai," Yuji comments, earning a whack on his head.

♡

You were quietly walking through the empty hallways of Jujutsu High when suddenly Satoru, in all his tall glory, came into view from around the corner.

"Gojo-sama?" You stop in your tracks as you come face-to-face with him.

You can't entirely read his expression with his blindfold, but you thought the tips of his ears turned pink just now.

"Hello, you. Lunch again?"

You frown before sidestepping him to continue your way down the hallway. "Again? We haven't met before, have we?"

"Aww, someone's got their panties in a bunch?"

You swirl around at him, face all red and a scandalous look on your face in response to what he just said. He tries but fails to not laugh at you.

You continue walking.

"Well, then how about a proper introduction this time? Satoru Gojo. You?"

A few beats of silence, then, "Masamichi, Y/N."

"Hmm, Y/n. And will I be seeing you around enough for me to remember that?"

"I hope not. It's so hard to travel here."

"Not without your bike? You listened to me, eh? A good girl you are."

You ignore the summersaults your heart just did at the name he gave you. "Well, I'm an outsider, so I don't really want to cause any trouble."

"I thought you'd use your cousin-of-the-principal privilege."

"Not everyone is a brat like you, Gojo-sama."

"Oh, and how would you know?"

"My cousin's your boss, remember?"

He heartily chuckles at that.

You've decided you like that sound.

"Why are you here anyway? Don't you have class in session?"

"One of my students was going to come up to you, thinking you were lost. I can't let either one of you talk behind my back now."

"You're so self-centered."

He scoffs but doesn't reply, and you don't say anything as well.

Soon, you find yourself watching Satoru open the sliding doors for you to your cousin's office.

"Y/n! Finally." The brawny man behind the desk straightens up in his chair, only to deflate once again when he sees who you're with. "What are you two doing together?"

"So no hi—hello, my favorite student and co-worker?" Satoru says while sliding the door shut behind him.

"Get out."

You walk up to the desk, "Yaga-kun, I didn't think you'd be so mean, especially how I just have to bring your lunch to you again. You don't even provide me transportation; I had to go on foot."

"What happened to your bike?"

Satoru clears his throat.

"Well." You start, "Just because I have a bike doesn't mean it's okay for you to keep counting on me to bring your forgotten lunch."

"Alright," the grown man sulks, "I'll try to remember it this time."

"You should! I have classes to teach, you know."

"You a teacher then?" Satoru pipes in, genuine interest laced in his voice.

Both you and Yaga-kun look back at the tall man, now sprawled on one of the guests' couches.

"Yes - "

"You don't have to answer that buffoon," he grumbles, to which Gojo pouts. "Also, why am I under the impression that you two know each other? Did I miss something?"

"I have never seen her before in my entire life."

When your cousin looks back at you for confirmation, you only shrug at him. "Well, I suppose I should introduce you to each other. Y/n, Gojo Satoru, a pain in the ass. Gojo Satoru, Y/n, another pain in the ass, but my distant cousin."

You stick your tongue out to Satoru, and he chuckles again.

He finds you too cute.

"Who's older then? Does she need to address me in some way other than 'your highness'?"

You can definitely see the vein almost popping from Yaga-kun's forehead after hearing Satoru's boastful words, "I think you're a year older than her. That doesn't matter. Y/n, I'll make sure to remember my lunch this time; I don't want you to catch this fool's crudeness."

The tall man feigns hurt while you only roll your eyes but can't stop yourself from smiling.

♡

Yaga-sensei was not kidding about remembering his lunch because months had gone by and Satoru was beginning to forget the sound of your voice.

His students asked who you were after that encounter, and he simply said that it was the principal's distant cousin. He also tells his students to make sure to tell him when you're spotted on campus again so he can assist you. "She was lost, and she told me she's forgetful. It's better if I lead the way, yeah? Being a faculty member and all."

All three of his students' eyebrows were raised.

After some time, Satoru finds himself hiding Yaga-sensei's lunch bag just so he can get the chance to see you again. He doesn't know why he would go do something as snatching someone's lunch for a non-sorcerer, let alone for his boss's cousin, but what he does know is that he misses the back-and-forth banter between you two and he misses your cute little reactions whenever he says something that caught you off-guard. He misses how you make his heart flutter. Like, who else is he going to flirt with on campus? Plus, he's bored out of his mind because his students and co-workers are busy, and he should be too, but that's not important right now.

He'd hide the lunch bag at lunch time, but if you don't come after the day, he secretly returns it. After a couple of attempts at scheming,, none of it seems to work and he decides to keep it a bit longer.

Still nothing.

In desperation, Satoru finds himself whistling nonchalantly as he strolls into the principal's office, pretending to be intrigued by the paintings hung up on the walls.

"What the hell are you doing here, Satoru?" The principal grumbles. "Stop slacking off."

"I am nooootttt. Can't I pay my Sensei a visit?"

"No."

"Hmm, then you don't want this, then?"

He holds up the lunch bag he'd stolen two days ago, which he doesn't dare to open, dreading the impending doom of stench that might seep out of it.

"I've been wondering where that went. Where did you find it?" The man looks almost relieved, like a thorn was pulled off his side. "I've been thinking that there's some type of cursed spirit lurking and hiding my stuff, specifically my lunch, for some reason."

"Aren't you glad? Since this has been missing, does that mean your cousin what's-her-face had to visit recently?"

He grits his teeth. "You mean Y/n."

"Yeah, Y/n, yeah. Her."

Shameless.

He'll take any excuse to say your name at this point.

Desperate and shameless, the man that he is.

"She's a teacher for a high school and a college, and this time around is usually a busy time for teachers since it's finals. Something that should also be applicable to you too, right? Satoru."

The man in question only smiles at him.

"So, teacher, huh? Do you also go to her school every once in a while?"

"None of your business, Satoru. Go back to your class."

"Okay, then where is this high school or college?"

"I said OUT."

Satoru can only pout in defeat.

But only for a while.

As mentioned, he was a desperate and shameless man. He purposefully continues to slack off on his duties for the rest of the day, shutting down Ijichi's pleas about important meetings and about this and that - blah,blah, blah. A man needs his big ball of sunshine, you see. And he finds himself thinking of you because of that statement.

The fact that you're his sensei's cousin doesn't even bother him anymore; he really just wants to see you.

So there he was, finally out of his uniform and blindfold, covered in a dress shirt with his glasses instead, traveling across the city in hopes of bumping into you. He knows it would almost be impossible, especially with you having no curse energy, so he can't pinpoint you in the crowd, but he might as well grab his favorite snacks in town and relax from all the hard work he hasn't been doing at all lately. After a while of cafe-hopping and people-watching, he quickly began to get bored and decided to look up the nearby high schools and colleges, hoping your name would pop up.

Desperate and shameless.

He finds your public profile on a website of what looks like a joint elementary and high school establishment.

Now that wasn't too hard. He wishes he had done this sooner.

♡

"What on earth are you doing here?"

You cross your arms across your chest, your eyes looking around the kid's school park, wary of any eyes that might be looking at the two of you and getting the wrong idea. Your self-consciousness cause you to bring your cardigan closer together as it rests over your long floral summer dress. Luckily, classes are still in session, so no one was around to see the two of you. You have no idea why this man, someone you met briefly ages ago and just a co-worker of your grouchy cousin, has turned up at your workplace.

Satoru was grinning up at you as he slightly swayed in his swing. He almost looks funny all folded up like that in a child's seat.

"I came to give you this. Sensei doesn't like me doing any favors, so just tell him that it was delivered to you or something."

Placed in your hands, you see the old lunch bag in which you usually pack your cousin's lunch in the mornings.

"I've been giving him hell for losing this. But did you really just come all the way here to give this to me?"

"I was on my day off, and I figured I'd give this to you personally, you know, because what's inside is probably gross right now."

"You didn't even empty the contents?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Um, a creep who just showed up to the place I work?"

"I could say the same thing to you back then."

You scoff, clutching the lunch bag in your hands a little too hard. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Gojo-sama?"

"Not even a thank you?" He grins cheekily, and you're starting to get a little annoyed.

Annoyed at how good-looking he is right now, especially with how you can see his blue eyes peer up at you through his glasses.

It's making you squirm a bit under his gaze.

"Thanks."

A pause, then, "By the way, how come I've never seen you around here before?"

"Hm? I just recently moved in next to my cousin's house."

"Ah, I see."

Satoru grins and stands up to stretch his arms over his head. You immediately looked away when the open top buttons of his dress shirt showed a little too much of his skin enough for it to be inappropriate. "Well, I gotta get going and savor my day off."

"Gee, I wish I had one too. Finals season is always hell. I can imagine yours is too."

"Yeah, definitely. Totally."

"Alright, I better get going."

You turn around and start walking, but you change your mind and whip back around, only to find him stopping a few steps from you.

"Is there something - ?" "How about you - ?"

The two of you start to talk at the same time, only to laugh at each other.

"You first," you say after the last giggle.

"Nah, I feel like I've been talking for a long time. You go."

"Well, how about I go on and accompany you on the rest of your day off? I could use a mini break."

To this end, Satoru scratches the back of his nape. You immediately add, "It's okay if you'd rather."

"No. I mean, come with me, yeah. That was what I was gonna say too. It was getting boring being by myself."

You smile. "Okay. Should we meet at the cafe? I'll just finish a few tasks and then I'm done."

"Of course. Do your thing. I'll wait."

With that, you start walking back. After a few steps, you peek behind you only to see the tall man punching a fist into the air.

Of course, he didn't come all the way here just to give you some old, crusty lunch bag.

Little did he know that you were almost desperate enough to pull the same trick on him just so you could see him again.

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