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Satoru Gojo was a menace to society. He’s heard the phrase so many times, yet never believed it. Until now. The way his eyes rake up your form, your hips gyrating against Nobara as you both laugh over the music. Something felt so right when you locked eyes with him for just a split second, the upturn of your lips had him spinning in his seat.
He’s never looked at you like this, like a predator to its prey. To him, you were always the baby of the group, a daughter he’d protect with his life. Yet, your outfit makes it difficult for him to have any pure thoughts. The skirt, similar to that of your uniform, yet shorter, had him taking deep breaths with every movement you made. He felt disgusting as his eyes trailed over the exposed skin when the material rode up with every thrust of your hips. He hadn’t seen too high up your thighs from his distance at the booth but he prayed you had on tights under there, he felt oddly territorial- as if only he was allowed to see those parts of you.
Your top didn’t help his growing lust either, he’s not sure he’d call it a top when all it does is cover your breasts but it does help to cheekily accentuate them due to its tight nature, much to his delight and as well, dismay.
The glass in his hand almost shatters when Megumi takes you from Nobara’s embrace, spinning you so your back rests flush against his chest. The two of you sway slowly, almost seductively, to the beat of the song. Satoru eyes the way Megumi’s hands travel up and down your sides, but he’s unable to make out your expression due to his son’s back facing him. Satoru is thankful he’s not capable of harming others with one stare as he finds himself glaring at his son’s head.
Your dance is cut short when the song changes along with the tempo, the strobe lights blink to the beat of the music, it almost looks like people are moving in slow motion. It’s a huge hit Satoru figures as the dance floor erupts in screams, including you. The hands encircling you release as you turn around to face Megumi, your smile reaching your eyes in the dimly lit room.
Although the beat has changed, Satoru notes the way the lyrics are as raunchy as ever and he’d be totally fine with that, until he realizes you’re lip-syncing it to Megumi. A hazy smile splays across your face as you intertwine your hands in his. Your recitation of the lyrics is almost comical and Satoru realizes it must be on purpose when Megumi tips his head back in laughter.
At that sight, Satoru noticeably calms down. He knows you’re all close. His four students are best friends, and he’s grateful they get along so well. But he can’t help but feel jealousy at the sight before him.
He’s disgusting, he’s come to realize.
In his deranged mind, all he can think about is wanting to be in Megumi’s position- to feel your hot cunt grinding against him. He suddenly wanted to know what it was like to sink his cock into that tight little cunt of yours. He wanted to hear your sinful moans as he fucked you senselessly, to hear you scr- he has to stop himself, you’re his student. Barely legal, ripe age of 18.
Coming out of his entranced state, he bears witness to the way Megumi leans down to your ear, palm cupping your left cheek as he whispers something that leaves you nodding. He walks past you, and Satoru can only assume he’s heading in the direction of the bathroom.
He sees you looking around, most likely for the others. When you do spot them, you see Itadori and Nobara are at the bar chatting away with shot glasses in their hands and you can’t help but chuckle when you see Itadori leaning against Nobara as if he’s wasted. Satoru follows your train of sight, eyes landing on his students. He really should monitor them, he thinks, they only just turned legal.
He’s about to leave his seat at the booth and play the grown-up when he sees a man in his early twenties, Satoru assumes, advancing towards you from your behind.
Satoru’s long legs are up in an instant, drink tossed aside as he races towards you. He’d be damned if he let a man he didn’t know put his hand on you. He’s there in the nick of time, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Satoru ignores the way you tense from in front of him but relishes the fact that you relax when you realize it’s him. Satoru sends the drunken man a death-glare, shooing him away before he makes himself known to you.
“Gojo-sensei,” you stammer out. Your position is similar to the one you were in with Megumi. His large palms encircle your waist as he hums, but he keeps a small distance between you two.
That warm, wiggling thing that had been in your chest for years makes its presence known again and you inhaled unsteadily. All wrapped in one, Satoru Gojo was so many sins.
Maybe it’s the way your head felt a little detached from the rest of you, it was a pleasant buzz, not unnerving. You could still think mostly straight when you hear the opening beat of one of your favorite songs blasting through the club. Your hands grip the fingers splayed on your stomach and grinned widely. If this was the inebriation you got from the booze, it was a good one.
The liquid courage was incredibly needed. It’s a sensual RnB song, which makes the floor look as if you’re in an orgy- too much grinding. You glimpse at the man behind you, his glasses reflect the strobe lights and you wonder if he can see the way your head quietly motions to him.
“Oh-” He takes a step closer, closing the gap between you. Heat floods between your thighs and your head spins at his proximity. His large palms are now pressing against your hips, fingers splayed across the waist-line of your skirt.
You tense once again, unsure how to go about this ordeal. This was not Megumi nor Nobara. This was Gojo-sensei, your teacher.
“I think you have a little crush on me.” He teases almost as if he can sense your predicament. His fingers flex against the skin of your hips, digging in, massaging the tender flesh. It’s taking everything in you to not whine and push back against him, to feel him- flush.
“You’re too cocky for your own good, Gojo-sensei.” You say through the loud music. The thought of pulling away from his grip and leaving him stunned enters your mind but you know he’s too fucking quick.
A smirk appears on his face, despite the dark club you can make out the smugness attached to it.
“It’s Satoru.” He murmurs in your ear, his cool breath fanning against your neck but proves to be adding to your heated state when you let out a shaky breath. His long, tapered fingers now trail down your spine.
They come to rest on your ass, but he stops when he notices the way you slightly push back against him. Your hips flush against his growing erection. The sight of your ass caressing his cock through his pants has him hissing and digging his fingers deeper into the flesh of your waist.
You don’t mind it, it’s like you’re on a fucking high now. The sound of him struggling to contain himself around you, his student, has you on cloud nine. The rhythm of the song goes in tandem with the way you sway your hips, and you can feel him slightly bucking his hips behind you. The man you’ve fantasized about since you’ve met, a god, is now putty in your hands.
Or so you thought.
Your teasing is cut short when he slides his hand up your back to twist it in your hair, yanking your head back to lean against his shoulder. “You’re adorable.” He says, almost condescendingly. His grip on your hair loosens and his palm finds its way back to your ass, grabbing the flesh there.
You refrain from whimpering, eyes locked on his lips as you unconsciously licked yours. Satoru notices, whisking you out of your trance when his mouth quirks up. “Can’t keep looking at me like that babe. If you do I won’t be able to hold myself back, I don’t want to taint my favorite student.” he informed, grinning like an asshole.
Maybe it’s the way he viewed you as a child- as if you couldn’t please him. As if you couldn’t have him coming back to you for more. That really bothered you. In a swift move, you turn yourself towards him, his hands now encircling the small of your back as you rest yours on his chest. He raises his eyebrows at you, and all you can do is bite your lip as your fingers trace down the abs protruding through his shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin through the cotton.
Your hand travels downward until it’s resting on his trousers over his rapidly swelling cock. There’s absolutely no distance between you two, so thankfully it’s difficult for people to see where exactly your hand is, especially in the dark too.
You look up at him, he looks almost proud, a shit-eating grin resting on his lips. His hands meet yours in the dim club, resting right on top of it. “Is this what you’re thinking about during training, hmm?” His voice has become low and even rougher than normal. “My cock? I bet you think of all the ways I can make you scream my name. Is that what you want?” He simpers.
You gasp at his words, the intense arousal that has just washed over you making it difficult to form words. His head tilts down, his mouth right next to your ear.
“Is that what you dream about, little girl?”
Satoru’s left-hand slips under the tight, stretchy fabric of your skirt. You gasp when a finger presses against your clit through your panties, a firm, sure pressure that makes you tremble against him. Your hand latches onto his, a death grip as he begins circling it, the friction of the fabric amplifying the sensation. You feel yourself becoming heated and wet as Satoru observes your face, smiling at your expression.
“Don’t be a p-pervert.” you manage to bite out, trying to keep your moans at bay although no one would hear it. He lets out a throaty laugh, pushing your panties aside and sliding a long finger into your cunt. “If I'm a pervert, why are you so wet hm?
Your face burns at your too-obvious arousal at his hands. You can’t help but moan when he adds another finger, crooking them both forward and thrusting them in and out rapidly. He knows exactly where to hit with each thrust, digging against the bundle of nerves inside of you that brings you the most pleasure. Against your thigh you feel his erection, bumping against you in time with his hand.
You’re about to reach to his cock when you groan, the tingling of your building orgasm spreading through your limbs. You see bruises forming on his hand you held on tightly too. “Fuck, Gojo-Sensei.”
God, the way his name, his title- sounded like honey in your voice has him leaking through his pants. “You’re doing so good for me baby, come on.” He coos, voice low and gravelly. His expression is rapt as he watches you, his fingers picking up speed.
You shut your eyes, letting your release wash over you, a shuddering, blinding heat. “Satoru!” you shout over the music. Your face falls into his chest, gripping at his shirt as you feel his hands slip out of your cunt. His fingers glisten with your juices as he pops one in his mouth, leaving you breathless at the sight. “That’s my good little slut.”
Before you can even regain your thoughts, you’re being pulled once again. Satoru makes way to the exit of the club, your thoughts finally catching up to you. “Wa- What about the rest of them?!” You shout incredulously.
Satoru shakes his head, his impish nature making you gulp. “They’ll be fine!”
They would in fact not be fine, you thought. Itadori is wasted along with Nobara and you still have no clue where Megumi disappeared to. Satoru notices your reluctance but only grins, “C’mon, I’m not that irresponsible! I called Nanami-kun to collect them!” He says as if that was supposed to make you stress-free. If anything, you were scared Nanami would berate all four of you tomorrow, alongside Satoru.
The outside air of the early morning hits you with a force, it’s chilly compared to the sweaty establishment you came out of. Satoru never releases your hand as you both cross the road. Everything’s moving too quickly, you hadn’t even gotten the chance to process the fact that your teacher just made you cum. The man you were foolishly infatuated with.
Ijichi’s car comes into view and Satoru is swift to open the door for you. You slide into the backseat, him following suit. “Hello, Ijichi-kun!” You say as you feel your feet aching in your shoes. You’re sure you look like a mess, its 2am and you’ve been dancing for hours.
You unzip your shoes as Ijichi greets you with a warm smile. He doesn’t get to say anything else as Satoru orders him to roll up the partition. Partition? There’s a fucking partition in this car? You’re appalled when the cloudy-white glass pops up and separates you from Ijichi’s view.
Satoru is quick with his movements, you hear a chink and click as he undoes his belt. Before you even realize what’s happening, your right hand is grabbed and repositioned so that you can feel his erection, thick and hot and throbbing through his pants.
“I’ve been waiting all night to have my cock wrapped around your pretty little lips, babygirl.” He reveals, “Come here.”
You slide closer to him, thighs touching and he beams, “So obedient.” He pushes your body down with his hands on your shoulders, your ass hitting the floor and you peer up at him, all puppy-eyed.
“You’re all talk, huh? What happened to you grinding on me just now, hm?” He uses his hands as a hair-tie for your ponytail, his palm gripping tightly.
“Sensei-“ You breathed out.
“Not my name.” He replied sternly, removing his hands from your hair and unbuckles his belt, dropping his pants to pool around his feet. You subconsciously fixed your composure, propping yourself up on your knees.
What if Ijichi hears?
He pulls his tented boxers down and his dick springs out. All your worries are gone, you throw caution to the wind. He’s huge. You don’t know what else you were expecting from someone as powerful as him but you’re pleasantly surprised.
You don't waste time, you dive right in. It's already dripping precum, so you lightly press your tongue on his cock and lick. Satoru hisses. "Y/N..." His voice is gravelly and he instantly reaches for your head to fully push it down on his cock. You're gagging but you don't care and frankly, neither does Satoru. He grabs a fistful of your hair and bops you up and down his dick. "Fuck, baby girl."
His cock was too thick for you to comfortably take him in full, but you tried. Holding your breath and relaxing your jaw, you swallowed as much as you could. When you couldn’t go any further you held still until you were almost out of air, then released him. Keeping your lips around him just to hear the pitch of his moan change. “Fuck, you’re doing so good baby.”
His whimpers and gasps filled your ears as you ran your tongue on the underside of his cock. You captured it with light suction between your lips, and gave an upward stroke with your hand, slowly pumping him.
Satoru bucked at the stimulation, giving a loud, open-mouthed moan. His hand caught the side of your head and you stopped only for a second to glimpse up at him.
Sweat had broken out on his forehead, and his chest heaved with his panting. His lips were shiny where he’d licked them, and his gorgeous eyes were dark with arousal. You felt his thighs shake, and with the way he tensed, you knew he was close.
Satoru pushes you straight down to his nutsack once and you grip his thigh. "Fuck." He releases you and you gasp for air.
“Why didn't you let me-" Satoru cuts you off by pulling you on top of him. Your clothed cunt coming directly against the tip of his cock. “I want to feel you first.” He murmurs, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and then sinks it into your mouth.
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Before you knew it, he was gripping you tightly and throwing you onto the bed, hips rolling into yours as his lips pressed along the column of your throat. You gasped loudly when his teeth pulled your skin and sucked, the sensation throbbing and pulsing through your belly.
Whimpering, you bucked into him, desperate already for more. “Sensei-please,” you gasped. He chuckled against your breastbone and shook his head, “That’s not my name angel.” He repeated once more, you couldn’t help it- force of habit.
Before you could reply, his mouth latches onto your breast, lips brushing along the soft skin and teasing you. Teeth marking the tender skin of your breast, he carefully licked over your nipple. Chuckling when you whined and rolled your head against the mattress, arching your body up for more.
“Fuck, you’re so needy sweetheart,” he breathed, thumb ghosting over your nipple. Pleasure ached under his touch and you nodded, gasping out another please. He complied and continued lightly grazing your nipples until you were shaking, writhing, and begging for more.
Satoru thought he was in heaven, knowing those sounds that escaped from your lips were because of him had him reeling inside.
He quickly pulled off his pants, tossing them aside. Before you could even take him in, Satoru was leaning down and pulling off your underwear, tossing those aside too. When you meet his gaze, it’s dark and hungry. “You’re so wet little one. Is that all for me?” he asked as his fingers trailed your sides. You nodded eagerly, arching your hips towards him in invitation.
He grinned slowly and you didn’t know how, but even more heat curled in your belly. There was something so fucking dark and dirty about that possessive look on his face that just had you aching for him.
His large hands pushed your thighs apart and one of his fingers trailed through your soaked folds, a soft wet sound coming from them at the touch. “Oh baby,” he moaned, “I’m gonna eat this pussy up,” he told you before he leaned down, going onto his toned stomach and drawing your legs up over his shoulders.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned, watching as he kissed your thigh, and then whimpered loudly as his tongue swept over your folds and your clit. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as he sucked your soaked lips into his mouth, tongue sliding between them.
Your own whimpers and moans were nothing compared to the hungry groans coming from him as he fucked his tongue into you, his strong hands holding you down when your hips shivered in delight.
You gasped at the sight before you. Satoru Gojo was between your thighs, eating you out as if you were his last meal. Your teacher- there’s no fucking way this is happening right now.
As he continued to fuck his tongue into you his thumb stroked over your clit, rubbing firm circles until you were gasping and clutching at the sheets. Your heart thundering in your chest as your fingers dug into his hair- barely hanging on. He pulled his mouth away and you whined at the loss, his thumb slowing so it wasn’t enough to get you there.
“Focus on me baby,” He takes your hand from the top of his head and intertwines his fingers with yours. “Cum on my tongue,” A devilish grin on his lips as he ordered and then delved back in, tongue replacing his thumb and two fingers thrusting into you. Your wail of pleasure seemed to please him as you gripped his other hand tightly and he quickly found the rough little spot that sent you over the edge.
Within moments you were incoherent, sobbing out his name, your voice one long wavering wail. Satoru groaned and lapped at your pussy, eagerly licking until you were shaking and weak.
“That’s my good girl,” he declared, slowly kissing up your body, nipping and sucking at your skin, leaving marks as he went.
His lips closed over yours and you met his kiss eagerly, not caring that he tasted like your cum. Wrapping your legs around his hips you rocked into him, moaning when you finally felt his cock against you.
“Please,” you begged against his lips, “I need you.”
“Mhm? Want me in your tight little cunt?” You nodded instantly as he rocked back a little, taking your hand from his bicep to where his cock rested between your thighs. Your fingers tangled together as he guided you to grip him, letting out a groan.
His gaze met yours and he grinned, “This your first princess?” he inquired gruffly.
Leaning up, you pecked his lips and shook your head. “Nope,” you revealed breathlessly.
And it’s that sets him off.
“Oh yeah? So I don’t have to go all gentle on you?” His brows raise as he grabs you by the back of the neck, his body hovering over yours.
“Who was it?” he growled, sucking a spot onto your neck. He gets no response, only soft whimpers so he stops his ministrations. A disgruntled sound leaves your lips. “Use your words baby.” There’s a stern look in his eyes that has you squirming under him, knowing he would not like the answer.
But you tell him anyway.
“Megumi.”
He’s taken off-guard for a milli-second, but you spot the way he tenses.
In an instant you fall back to your elbows, moaning at the sight of his thick head slipping in and his cock spreading you open.
His large hand circles your throat loosely. “You want me to fuck you hard?” he asked and you whimpered, nodding.
“Show you how a man fucks?” he growls out as he rolled his hips, grinding them into you so he was deep, and you saw fucking stars.
“Yes, please,” you begged, clinging to his broad back, nails digging into his skin.
Satoru groaned loudly and snapped his hips into yours, his thrust hard. Your answering moan seemed to give him what he was looking for because he adjusted your thighs around his hips and picked up the pace, fucking into you so hard you could distantly feel yourself sliding down the mattress.
“Are you gonna take it all in like a good slut, hm?” Nothing in your brain seemed to work and all you could do was moan.
“Gonna mark my fucking territory on you.” Satoru thrusts into you hard and stops, eliciting a loud groan from both of you as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you upright. He slips out of you momentarily when he turns you around, your back against his chest and his cock fills you again.
Nudging your thighs apart, you could feel him nod against your shoulder, “There you go princess, just like that,” he encouraged, using his other hand to spread you wider.
Whimpering at the stretch–it burned so well–you rolled your head back onto his shoulder as you sank further down onto his cock. Satoru slid his hand up your slick belly, his forearm resting against your breastbone as his large hand circled your throat loosely.
“Come on now, I want you to come all over my cock,” he growled in your ear and you moaned. Nodding in agreement, you rolled your hips eagerly. A moment later you were crying out as he thrust harder than he had before. His arm holding you down at the waist, keeping you in place as he slammed his cock into you.
The pleasure was so all-consuming you felt drunk, unable to move, only hold on desperately to the arm around your waist as he plowed into you.
“That’s it, sweetheart, just take it. I’ve got you,” Satoru cooed. His hand at your throat reached up to turn your head so he could kiss you and you lazily returned the gesture, drunk on the taste of him, the feel of him surrounding you.
Pressing his forehead against your temple, he grunted as he thrust, groaning loudly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he rasped and you moaned, digging your fingers into his forearm.
His grip changed and he slid his hand at your waist down to where you were joined and began rubbing on your clit, his groan loud in your ear as your pussy clenched around his cock.
You didn’t even have the energy to cry out anymore, each breath felt like fire. “You’re doing so good for me baby,” His fingers at your throat tightened until your breath was just a little harder to draw and the tension in your body snapped. Spine arching, the sound of his cock slamming into you grew wetter with the sound of your release, and you could feel it coating your thighs, dripping down over his.
“Good girl.” He praises as you tremble in his arms. He groans loudly, slipping out of you as he came, thick hot ropes of cum coating the outside of your pussy and stomach. The sight before you was lewd and you trembled, the aftershocks of your release still hitting you.
His arms were still around you as you collapsed together onto the mattress. The sound of your mutual heavy breathing filled the room. Your thoughts are going a mile a minute as you try to wrap your head around what just happened.
Your teacher, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer, just fucked you senselessly. There’s no way you’re getting over this.
“You okay, princess?” He asked, face soft with concern.
Princess? God the gravity of those names he called you just mere moments ago dawned on you and you felt your face grow redder.
Satoru runs his fingers over your jaw and pushes the sweaty strands of hair out of your face. Pleasure warmed that spot in your chest and you nodded, turning your cheek into his touch, “Perfect,” you replied honestly.
He gives you a toothy grin and slides closer, wrapping you in his arms. You tucked your head under his chin, sighing in contentment. His large hands spread over your back, rubbing soothing circles as he made a soft humming sound. Exhausted, you’re so close to falling into a deep slumber when Satoru shifts in the bed.
He’s about to get up- wants to clean you off before you fall asleep but he halts his movements.
The sound of commotion outside your room shoots you upright immediately.
“I-I CAN’T B-BELIEVE THEY LEFT EARLY!” you hear Itadori’s bellowing voice in the hallway, almost as if he’s crying. You tense, hearing Nobara’s voice follow, “STOP S-SHOUTING YOU DUMBASS!”
“WHERE ARE THEY?” Megumi shouting as well has you stunned, you get the two of them being wasted but him too? They must’ve been going at it with the shots.
You hear footsteps approaching your door and time freezes for you. You glimpse back at Satoru and it’s as if he’s waiting patiently for the events to play out.
You give him an incredulous look as he just shrugs. That bastard.
“Y/N?”
Yeah, Satoru Gojo really was a menace to society.