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“You’re naughty,” are the first words that he hears behind him as he drops the panties he was holding, “what would Nobara-kun think that you're stealing her underwear, Megumi-chan?”
Fucking Gojo, it’s always fucking Gojo. He doesn't even know what to say. It’s his goddam panties, not that he wants to voice that anyways. What scenario would be better? That he’s a underwear stealer or that he owns his own lingerie…?
“Shut up,” he’s embarrassed now, it’s fucking ridiculous. Gojo should mind his own business and go away. He wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place. This was a retreat for Megumi and Yuji, they were on fucking vacation. He was planning on having sex with Yuji! Now fucking Gojo ruins it all! “Where’s Itadori?”
“Out,” and now Gojo is leaning against the wall, “Told him to do a few things.”
“Why's that?” there's absolutely nothing they need.
“Thought we deserved some time alone,” time alone? Time along with Gojo when he was supposed to be kicking back with his boyfriend? Oh for fucks sake. “We need to have a conversation.”
Oh, God, what is it now? “Sure,” he mutters, “make it quick.” with Gojo, this can’t be serious.
“I’ve heard a little birdy tell me a few things,” Gojo taunts, “things that maybe I could help solve.”
“The only thing you can solve is leaving me and Itadori alone! We're supposed to be having fun alone!” he attempts to shoo out Gojo, shoving him out the door.
“Sure, fun ,” Gojo is harder to push out than Megumi expected, he isn't budging, “more like a dirty little activity.”
And, what? What is Gojo insinuating? Does he know he was planning on losing his virginity to Yuji? And so what about it? He can do what he wants!
“Ugh, Gojo get out!” He can’t with his teacher teasing him, it’s enough. It’s ridiculous, Gojo just wants to taunt him–
“It’s not very mannerly,” Gojo’s voice darkens and for a moment, Megumi’s heart drops. “For you to be behaving like this.”
Like what? He almost wants to scream. But Gojo’s demeanor has changed, he almost looks, well, scary in this light. Megumi is embarrassed. He’s afraid of his fatherly figure to view him sexually. “I think you need to see what you're really signing up for.”
“Huh?” Did he expect him to stay pure or something? How is that any of his business?
“Sukuna could appear at any moment that you're with him, you understand that?” And Gojo is shoving him, he feels his body being pushed into the bed. “I’d hurt, you know that?”
God. he needs to get out of this room, right now. Is Gojo possessed or something? Why is he acting so weird? Why are they talking about his virginity like this?
“--or,” Gojo continues, his hands now on his body, “are you just a slut and don't care?”
“Gojo, what the actual fuck?” He’s making any move to get Gojo off of him. His heart is beating rapidly. He feels the choking sounds he’s making. Fuck. he can’t believe this. He must be dreaming.
“Admit it,” Gojo’s hands are wrapping around him now as he hovers over his body, searching for his hands and trapping them under his grip. “You're a slut.”
“I’m not a fucking slut, what the fuck Gojo?” He doesn't understand but a sinking feeling approaches him. Gojo wouldn't.. Do anything to him right? Maybe this is just some sort of hazing ritual… and Gojo is just trying to scare the living daylights outta him.
“You are,” and this couldn't be something to scare him, as one of Gojo’s hands reaches down to play with his pants drawstring. “but you wouldn't be if you offered your benefactor the first bite.”
First fucking bite? “Gojo, please… you're scaring me.”
He never expected this, not at all. Not with Gojo. Not with someone he grew up with and considered a family figure to him.
But Gojo only reaches to take off his pants, pulling them off abruptly, “do you think Sukuna would listen to your wishes?”
And Gojo’s hand is hovering, closely to his cunt. So close he could almost touch it. It’s humiliating and he feels his eyes watering before he even realizes it. “Please, Gojo, no.”
“Exactly, he would say no,” and his fingers play with the boxers he has on. Definitely not like the lacey little underwear he packed. “So who am I to stop? If this would've happened anyways. Only fair I got the first round, I raised you after all.”
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Megumi never stood a chance, he was just too enticing. He doesn't know the appeal he has on Satoru. Delicious. He saw the boy grow up into his features, and fuck, call him diabolical but he know’s Megumi will change his mind once he shows him how good Satoru can make him feel.
He’s crying now, even his tears look lovely. It makes his face redder and more innocent. He knows that Megumi has a dirty side… and fuck, did that get Satoru agitated.
Megumi was his to claim first. He fucking bought him and raised him, away from the Ze’nin clan, away from harm, this is what Satoru deservers.
“Gojo this was funny and everything, but seriously, get off me.” The poor boy is trying to rationalize the situation. Little does he know how much Satoru wants to take. His tears take what would be an usual standoffish comment as something heartbreaking, begging for freedom.
“Shh,” he tries to calm him down. Megumi did want to get fucked. Packing away his shit and traveling to some motel with Yuji, packing lingerie and getting himself excited… slut. “Relax.”
“Gojo, you can’t, just stop,” he’s desperate now, “Yuji will be back any moment, he’ll–”
“He’ll what?” Yuji is definitely not coming back anytime soon. He’ll be back when Megumi is filled and fucked. “He wouldn't stop me,” he lowers his voice, as he aims his fingers to slide off his boxers, “he’ll just think you got bored of him and went to your sensei instead.”
The choking tears still came out of Megumi’s eyes, finally clocking what was going on. Like he was in denial before.
“--now, are you gonna be good and relax or should I just fuck you without any prep?”
Megumi gulps, his beautiful eyes haze over like he’s trying to fade out. “I’ll- I'll be good.”
“Good boy,” the boxers slide off completely now, “spread your legs. Let me see.” Megumi is on display like a treat. His body is so pale and gentle against Satoru’s own scarred skin, his cunt is unsurprisingly wet. He knew he wanted this. “See, drenched just for me.”
“No, I’m just–”
“Just a slut for your daddy” he can’t get over the fact that he basically raised this boy. He should’ve done this earlier. When his father, Toji Fushiguro, begged him to take him in he said he was allowed to do anything to the boy. And boy, did he wait too long.
He could have carved the boy into his personal slut by now.
His fingers explore the boy’s folds, searching for his clit as he presses down and aims to please. See, Satoru is a good guy.
“You’re, augh , not my dad,” and Megumi still had a little kick to him, pretending like he didn't cry out to Yuji-kun about his secretive little kinks. Oh, he’s heard the conversations. Nothing flies past Satoru.
Still, he’s reacting well to Satoru’s touches, his legs spread without prompting but once he notices he goes to close them. “Nuh, huh,” Satoru smacks his pussy in response, “legs wide and open.”
His fingers go back to attempting to pleasure Megumi, who instead is just crying and whining, pleading stop and no. God, he’ll have Megumi enjoy this. The boy was made for him, he can do whatever he pleases.
He wants to have a taste of his own, his own body is begging to go down on Megumi. But he’s afraid if he loosens the grip he has around his hands, he’d flee away somehow. He just can’t have that.
His fingers will be second best. As he inserts them, he huffs, “ever done this to yourself?”
Megumi stays quiet, refusing to answer.
He speeds up the pace, as he hears little gasps escape the teenager. Sometimes just having someone knowing what they're doing makes all the difference, and Megumi’s body knows that.
“-not as good as me, huh?” twisting inside he feels the warmth of Megumi’s body. It fucking surreal that he’s inside him, he feels so tight and warm.
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Gojo is fucking scaring him and there’s nothing he could do about it. Worst of all, Gojo actually makes him feel good.
His fingers know all the right places, they speed up and aim in all the right spots. Even through his tears Megumi can't help but notice how his body reacts. Mentally, he is disgusted. Physically, he can’t get enough.
“Just like that darling,” Gojo coos, there’s nothing he can do but surrender his body and allow for Gojo to maneuver him around like this. To play with his body like he owns him. “And to think Yuji-kun would have gotten this first,” Gojo laughs humorously, “he wouldn't be able to handle you.”
Yuji. Yuji who he was hoping he’d be able to experience this first with. Fuck. How is he gonna explain that he doesn’t wanna have sex ever again?
Gojo curls his fingers inside him and with the other finger plays with his clit. And Megumi whines, he hears the whimpers escape without his will. “See, I'm trying to make you feel good. It’s not just about me, you like this.”
Maybe he does like this, but he’d never admit it. Gojo’s body feels…
He’s always had a fantasy about being taken and fucked against his will. He never expected him to actually get raped, yet alone by his teacher and benefactor. But there's something about the fantasy and reality his body can’t distinguish.
Maybe he should just indulge. There’s no point in crying about it. It’ll happen regardless.
Gojo adds a second finger inside and Megumi pushes back, meeting his pace. It’s a small movement, but even that gives him a little satisfaction. He’s taking as much authority of the situation as he can.
“There we go,” Gojo’s voice is sweet, like candy, it sounds so kind, “think you’re ready.”
And before he knows it, he feels the push of Gojo’s cock insert inside him. It’s fucking big, he was not ready, but he tries to relax his body. It’ll only hurt if he rejects it…
Gojo is brutal with his actions, he’s whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he pushes in deeper and Megumi feels himself zoning out. He tries to imagine that it’s anyone else, that it’s Yuji pushing into him.
But with Gojo’s words, it’s impossible, “You’re so good Megumi-chan, so pretty.”
He is? Is he?
At this point, he’s chasing the release his body craves. If Gojo says he’s good, if he says he wants this, he must. Gojo must've realized what Megumi is hoarding inside of him.
Why else does he cry when he masturbates and wishes for someone older, someone more experienced to hold him down? Why is it when he’s gotten it- he’s rejecting his touch?
It’s a gift. He’s been given a gift and he’s rejecting it.
“ Ah -” it leaves his mouth before his brain even speeds up with him, “Gojo-sensei, I- fuck.”
“You like it, don't you?” He’s leaning down into him, biting on his neck, “knew you would,” there’s a breath before he ads, “I bet your own daddy wanted to fuck you, didn’t he?”
He doesn't even know his own dad. It’s not possible. But his mind is foggy. Gojo continues, “maybe he did and you don't even remember. Born to be bred, like a good boy.”
He’s biting down his lips to add something, but with the pace of Gojo’s cock inside of him it’s almost impossible.
“Such a good hole,” he fucks into him harder. Faster. “Wanted to do this for a long time.”
And there’s only so much he can do as he holds in the need to cum, but he knows Gojo will coerce it out of him. That he’ll force him to release and that it’ll feel better than anything he’s felt before. He can tell.
He can only close his eyes and wonder if they’ll do this again.