when hinata gets back from brazil, youâre not sure what to think.
heâs been your best friend, for many years at this point but you canât help but feel your heart leap out of your chest at the site of him. it was already unbearable over facetime, but itâs even worse in person.
he sits on your couch, tanned and jet lagged, with wide spread legs as he leans back. his stare is lazy as he looks up at you, standing in between his legs with your arms crossed.
âcmon, just tell me,â he smirks up at you, and you about melt. âwhatâs got you so worked up? youâve been weird all night.â
you canât quite find the words for âyouâre fucking hot we should make outâ, so you simply shake your head.
hinata isnât dumb, though. the boy that left japan might have been naive, but heâs not. he knows exactly whatâs going on. no matter what was going on during the movie you were dying to watch, your eyes never left him.
âfine, have it your way,â he puts his palms up to surrender, smirk still playing at his lips. you turn to walk towards your bedroom, but youâre stopped quickly when hinata yanks you down to his lap.
âshoyo!â
âi could always tickle it out of you,â he chuckles, fingers dancing up your sides while you writhe in his grasp, gasping out laughs while he smiles wide at you.
amidst the escape attempt, you find yourself seated perfectly on his lap, too distracted to notice. he presses his hips up into yours, and a gasp sneaks through your laughter. he stops his fingers, sliding them back down to your hips, and your giggles stop at the back of your throat.
âwhatâs wrong?â he asks, head tilted and tongue peaking from between his teeth. your breaths are quick and shallow, hands still grasping his wrists. âit seems like you need some attention,â he rasps, accentuating his words with a squeeze of your hips.
âs-shoyo,â you whisper, looking down at him with hooded eyes. he smiles.
âwhat, baby?â his hands slide up your stomach and waist, thumbs brushing over your now hardened nipples poking through your sleep shirt. he pushes his hips up at the same time, grinning as you gasp and arch into his touch.
his hands remain on your chest for a moment, before reaching up to cup your cheeks. he returns your gaze before running his thumb across your lip.
i need to make it abundantly clear that i want to have raw visceral sex with pixelated characters and me and the homies write about in graphic and obscene detail. x reader community is holding this app up on its shoulders. dni unless youâre a fucking freak.
âcumming again, kageyama? we only just started!â koushi pushes his bangs out of his eyes to look at the man sitting across from him on the bed, the distance between them separated by the length of your body as you stretch yourself outâ back arching from your boyfriendâs cock repeatedly knocking at your cervix and tears welling at your lashes from the sweet bitterness of tobioâs thick release flooding your mouth.
âshe feels t-too good, fuckâ" the latterâs head falls back with a soft thud against the headboard, chest heaving and weak fingers grasping at the sheets as he comes back down from the intensity of his high. he tries to not think too hard about the satisfied hum that leaves you when you pull off him with a pop and suckle sweetly on his overstimulated tip, but fails miserably, for your ministrations coax yet another small rope of cum from him.
âdâyou swallow? show him your tongue,â you do as koushi instructs, letting your tongue hang prettily out of your mouth to show tobio that youâve cleaned up well. âgood girl. bet he tastes good, huh?â
itâs a bit dizzying to the world class setter, being caught up in such a situation with his former high school teammate and youâ the girlfriendâ where he had just cum down your throat and youâre looking up at him so earnestly and obediently that he thinks it just might bring him to his knees. he returns your gaze, starry and hazy eyed, apprehensively reaching up to wipe a small trickle of translucent cream thatâs collected at the swell of your bottom lip, âp-pretty⊠youâre really prettyâŠâ
âtobiââ you canât help but whine at the subtle praise, shakily repositioning yourself on your palms through the now slowed, sensual roll of koushiâs hips to angle your face up to tobioâs and nose along his jaw. he hums in acknowledgement, gruff and low, brows furrowed at the ache of his cock as it twitches back to life upon hearing the needy lilt of your voice, âkiss me, please, wanâ a kissâŠâ
it's sinful, the two men think, how innocent you sound when you beg like this, unable to do more than paw at tobioâs chest and whimper against his cheek in hopes of enticing him. he tilts his head lower to brush his nose over yours one way, and then the other, chest caving in with some type of adoration with how you chase after his lips so sweetly.
âawh, how cute; i think she likes you.â koushi huffs out a strained laugh when he feels your pussy throb on his cock at the statement. âyou like him, donât cha, sweetheart?â
âuh huh⊠sâmuch.â
tobio shudders and curses under his breath at your admission, finally giving you that kiss youâd been asking him so kindly for. itâs soft and slow, where he explores the concavities of your mouth, melting into you, where you push the remnants of his release onto his tongue, feeding him a piece of heaven. you mutter something about how sweet he tastes, something about how handsome he is and how much you like himâ whatever it is, he canât really comprehendâ heâs far too drunk on the affection and admiration you slather him in.
you make him feel so good.
and your boyfriend thinks he should be ashamed for itâ for getting as turned on as he has and not the slightest bit jealous by simply watching you kiss his kouhaiâ messilyâ spit drooling down to the bed from where your mouths connect, but he really canât help it, not with how fucking adorable you two look like this.
âyâgonna let me have a taste of him?â koushi stills his movements as he fully sheathes himself inside you, leaning over to lay a tender kiss to the crown of your head while he collects the pre that drips off your clit with his thumb and brings it to your mouthâ something to replace tobioâs lips and keep you occupied with while he has his turn.
you take the digit in between your lips obediently, licking and sucking and slobbering, giving it the same attention you did tobioâs cock, whimpering around it when you hear the two men above you moan and pant into their kiss.Â
they sound so sweet, so pretty, you canât help but throb on koushiâs cock and begin to fuck yourself on it, holding his forearm close to your chest for leverage when the heat in your tummy begin to boil over and shoot up your spine. your boyfriend is right there with you, breaking off the kiss with his kouhai and removing his thumb from your tongue to find your clit instead, rubbing wet hearts over it and driving you closer to the stars.Â
before you can let your head hang and let koushi push heaven into you further, further with each nudge of his cock, tobioâs lips are back on yours almost instantaneouslyâ and this time, he kisses you with such fervour and hunger that you swear you might faint. heâs more handsy now, palms cupping either side of your neck and lips brushing against yours assertively, deepening each kiss with his tongue until heâs drinking down your moans as you succumb to your own pleasure.
âwhy donât you praise her, kageyamaâ she likes being told sheâs a good girl.â
tobio begins whispering against your lips before koushi can finish his sentence, nerves overridden by the desire that burns blue at his core, âgood girl.â his mouth moves along your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your lips again. âgood girl, pretty girlâ prettiest girl, mhm?â
you donât expect the additional praise but it takes no time in travelling to the throbbing ache of your cunt, where you can all but convulse around the cock thatâs stuffing you full, begging it to make you gushâ and itâs when koushi thrusts harshly, one, two more times to empty himself inside your womb, grinding into your clit with an antagonizing swirl of his hips that has you finally parting your mouth against tobioâs lips, body breaking into gentle tremors as you reach your high shortly after your lover, âkoushi, âm gonnaâ youâre gonna make me cumâ!â
ây-yeah, thatâs itâ fuckâ cum for us, sweetheart.â
itâs hard to tell whose voice it is that reaches your ear from the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you get a kiss to the groove of your spine by one man and a second kiss to your brow by the other as they ease you through it, drawing out your release with gentle touches to your clit and nipples until it withers away and your limbs give out from under you.Â
tobioâs chest serves as your landing padâ soft and warm and slightly sweaty, his heartrate picking up as he processes the intimacy of the position.
and itâs sweet, so, so sweet how you curl into his larger frame and nuzzle your face in his neckâ seemingly melting into him, and, god, tobio thinks he could get used to this.
âwas that okay, tobi? i hope it felt goodâŠ.â you knock him out of his head when he sees you gazing up at him like that againâ like a puppy awaiting a treat from her ownerâ it sends his mind reeling as he falls slightly dizzy, attempting to steady himself with a reassuring grip to your shoulders. he opens his mouth to respond, only to get distracted by his senpai hovering over them, a cheeky grin peeking out from under the polaroid camera he has pressed to his face.
âyou guys wanna give me a smile?â
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an: i had a really, really bad day and i have been working on this for a while, so I thought I would work on it to cheer me up!! enjoy this, it is for my summer holiday collab :D
pairing: inumaki toge x fem!reader, friends to lovers, no culling game or shibuya in this story, just jujutsu world! (trying to avoid the pain)
warnings: none, fluff! lowercase intentional
something everyone should know about inumaki is that he is incredibly fun. every second spent with him is a great time. he plans the best activities, the funnest parties, and is always entertaining a crowd, all without saying a word.
when you got a text from inumaki to hang out today near the gardens, you couldn't pass that up.
inumaki has been your best friend for about 5 years. the two of you have been steady friends even after high school, very much involved in the jujutsu world together. the two of you are a great team. even outside of missions and trainings, you two are a great pair. wherever inuamki is, you are sure to be close by.
today as you walked out of a meeting, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
meet me by the garden in 5 min? imy :p
lately, every time you see his name pop up on your phone, hear his name in conversation, or even see him walking around, you feel a little flutter in your stomach. you aren't able to put a finger on it. was it just the summer heat? the summer sun had done inumaki well, his skin a little more golden and a few more freckles graced the top of his nose and cheeks.
sure! let me change and i will head over to you
inumaki has been tending to his garden for about 10 minutes. he sent that text a few minutes ago, but only after walking up and down the vegetable rows 3 times. why was this difficult? he never felt nervous to text you, ever. maybe it was the cute dresses you've been wearing? the more care-free attitude that came with the summer breeze?
"toge! how are your plants coming along? everything looks great," snapping out of his daze, toge realized he had poured about half of his watering can on one one of his beanstalks. great.
toge whips around to face you, giving you a thumbs up. it's going good.
giggling, you tip your head towards the beanstalk. "lost in thought?"
a small smile appears on his face and he raises his hands up to sign a couple air quotes. kind of.
"well, what did you want to do today?" you grab the spare watering can and begin to tend to the rows that he hadn't reached yet. you look over at him through the tomato plants.
inumaki cups both hands in a 'c' shape, and swirls them around each other, then points upwards.
"cloud watching? what are we, 4?"
toge rolls his eyes, flipping you a middle finger. that one you understood rather quickly.
"i'm kidding, i'm kidding. lead the way," he shakes his head and laughs at you. the two of you walk towards a small area of grass, mostly used for training outside. today it was unoccupied though, which made for a perfect spot to watch the clouds together. inumaki rolled out a blanket for the two of you to lay on, and you quickly took him up on his offer.
you are no sign language master, by any means. but, through the years, you have been able to understand inumaki pretty well. sometimes he does need to text you what he means, but otherwise, you completely understand him.
you look up at the sky, squinting a little at the bright sunshine. toge lays next do you, and looks up. inumaki pokes you in the cheek, causing you to yelp and face him. he laughs, and points up towards the sky, asking you to go first.
there are many beautiful sounds in the world. the sounds of water running over river rocks, the sound of waves on the beach, early morning birds saying their hello. the one that tops them all would be the sound of inumaki's laugh. there is just something about it. so carefree, so light, so warm. it fills your heart up with joy and makes everything feel peaceful. it is one of the things inumaki can use his voice for that has no effect, and it is incredible.
smiling bigger than you should after being poked in the face, you gaze up at a cloud. seeing one right above you, you point up towards it.
"that big one right there? i think that looks like a pig. see that whispy one behind it? that's the tail." inuamki snorts, and raises his fist in the air next to your extended finger, and shakes it twice. yes it does.
"okay toge, your turn," you put your hand back down at your side, yet it doesn't touch the blanket right away. your palm meets the top of inumaki's hand, causing you both to blush and you to pull your hand back, resting it on your stomach.
inumaki clears his throat, thankful you are both on your back as his face is beet red, and points up to a cloud towards the right. he makes a 'hang loose' sign with his hand, and raises it towards his temple. cow.
immediately, you start laughing. "no way toge. i don't see that at all."
inumaki scoffs. you hum in return. reaching your hand up, you point to a smaller cloud, floating along in the middle of the sky. "i think that looks like a cat," he laughs again, and you feel him shake his head next to you. "what! you don't see it? the ears, there's the whiskers, the tail," inumaki nudges your shoulder with his, and points right next to your cat cloud.
his fingers fold over to meet his thumb, and he crosses it over his mouth. flower.
"okay, i see that one. the stem is right there, and the petals, there, right?" he nods. you sigh and lay back, closing your eyes. "pretty."
inumaki nods, but he's not referring to the flower cloud. he sits up on his arm, faces you, and taps you on the shoulder. you look up at him with a hum.
he's never felt this nervous before, he's sure of it. his fingers are spread over his face, as he makes a caressing motion across it and closes his hand again. pretty.
your heart skips a beat. surely, he's not talking about me.
an awkward laugh leaves your lips. "the sky? yeah, it sure is pretty," you mumble to yourself, playing with the hem of your shirt. two of inumaki's fingers reach up to your face, tilting you to face him. he shakes his head. "what are you-" he shushes you, shaking his head again. he repeats his earlier motion, and points at you.
oh.
"me?" he nods, over and over again. you laugh. "do you mean it?"
inumaki nods, a smile spreading across his face. you cheeks heat up.
"for the record, i think you're pretty, too."
he groans in embarrassment, and you to laugh. he covers his face in his hands and rolls to the side, trying to hide his red cheeks. though he isn't acting like it, but inumaki thinks his heart is going to burst.
because I've seen a couple posts like this recently:
Do not be discouraged if you see someone with the same idea for a fic as you! Because that's what we want--the same exact stories, over and over, through the unique lens of each writer! That's the beauty of fanfiction: you can read the same story, slightly to the left, as many times as possible!
So please, post that fic that has the same premise as someone else. Write your version of it, and rest assured knowing that at the very least, one person will be delighted to find the same kind of story as one they just finished!
warnings: TEACHER/STUDENT, adult/minor, age gap, bad teacher Gojou, heâs mean to you, no curses au
We all love Gojou-sensei who favors student reader and makes it blatantly obvious that heâd choose you over anyone anytime, but what about mean Gojou-sensei who treats you horribly and singles you out from the other students? Gojou-sensei who laughs and have fun with all students except you. You donât get it, why does every other kid your age get to exit class and live their youths while youâre stuck in detention nearly every day?
He always manage to find reasons to give you detention. Kids on the back row are literally having a meal in class, but you asking your seat mate questions regarding homework deserves to get punished?
Extra schoolwork he had given specially for you made you get less sleep than you should, resulting in difficulty in focusing and occasionally dozing off in class. Detention.
Humiliating you in front of class, pointing out every little mistake you made and announcing it to everyone of how bad of a girl you are. And youâre so young, too. How are you gonna survive in the outside world with this attitude, hm?
Your friends no longer wished to spend time with such a bad student anymore, itâd ruin their reputations. Besides, Gojou-sensei is so charming. Attractive, funny, absolutely gorgeous. They wouldnât want him to get the wrong idea by sticking with you, do they? They donât wish to get on Gojou-senseiâs bad side, like how you did.
Whenever Gojou-sensei have fun talking casually to the students, the moment you entered the classroom their laughter would die down. Students clearing their throat awkwardly and looking away, nothing too much. But Gojou-sensei, however, decided to show his absolute distaste for you, making his point across by giving you an uninterested look, sharp eyes scanning your figure as if you were trash and worthless, letting out a sigh before standing from his desk and getting ready for class to start.
It hurts. Of course it would. When someone whoâs all smiles and laughs with people suddenly becomes cold to only a certain person, you would question what was wrong with yourself? What did you do to make Gojou-sensei pick on you? What grave sin did you commit that deprives you of Gojou-senseiâs affection?
Envy and jealousy would bubble in the pit of your stomach as you watch him praise and congratulate other students. Watch him wave goodbye with charming smiles to your classmates. And when all students finally got out of his classroom, Gojou-sensei would shut the door and turn to head back to his desk. He gave you a cold glance, void of any positive emotion and unlike how he was literally seconds ago.
âWhat are you doing sitting there looking dumb like that?â
His words were always harsh with you. Your gaze immediately cast down on your lap as your lips quivered at his tone.
âDo your homework. Get them done before detention ends or Iâll extend the next one.â
Next one, probably tomorrow. How are you going to finish all? You have more school work than others, simply because he thinks you deserved it.
You hate him, you hate him with every fiber of your being but, you always wish for him to treat you the same as he treats other students.
You canât help it, you were just a young teen, after all. Of course you would seek praise and attention, you wanted him to pat your head and tell you that you did a good job.
So when you finally broke down, questioning Gojou-sensei what you did wrong through sobs and hiccups, he wasnât surprised. In fact, he was delighted. Finally, your hard facade cracked under his power.
Now, with just some sweet whispers heâll have you in his arms immediately. Gojou-sensei always get what he wants.
warnings: mature content + female reader // age gap, oral (male receiving).
note: yes, iâm back with more dilf!bokuto content. yes, this is entirely self-indulgent. do not perceive me⊠oh my god. oh my g o d
â„ dilf!bokuto who still frequents the gym whenever he gets the chance, returning the warm (and overly friendly) smiles he gets from the younger girls that stroll past him with a charming one of his own. he hears their cute giggles, the hushed murmured âoh my god, did you see that? he totally smiled at me!â and chuckles to himself because yes, heâs still got it.
â„ dilf!bokuto who has an extra kick in his step when he walks over to shoulder press machine because the comment he heard a few minutes ago is still ringing in his head. he knows that the years have been kind to himâthe slightly-greyed roots of his hair and the light stubble he has makes him look a little more rugged nowâand he smirks.
â„ dilf!bokuto who at first, is minding his own business as he starts his workout because there is no one around to talk to. his hands grip at the handlebars of the machine tightly, his veins thick and bulging every time he moves his arms up and down in steady succession. occasionally, he grunts, brows knitting together as the low rumble leaves his chest.
â§synopsis: you and eren work at a movie theatre together. heâs a constant pain in your side and you never learn why he is that way. that is until he finally decides to tell you, even though heâs not the best with words. go him.
â§wordcount: 3.5kÂ
â§contains: slight profanity, modern!au, enemies to lovers-ish, fluff
âYouâre not allowed to mix the flavours.â Eren juts out his chin towards the slushie machine youâre currently preoccupied with. A customer had requested a slushie that was a mix of cherry cola and passionfruit lime and you were never one to follow the rules of the movie theatre closely, that is unless Eren Jaeger is the one breaking them.Â
Looks like itâs his turn to have his fun too.Â
âWho said I was mixing the flavors?â You respond innocently, finishing off the cup with a firm lid and sliding it over to the teenage girl in front of you. You send her a wink but her eyes linger on your coworker not-so-subtly. A pink blush dusts her cheeks. She eventually thanks you and heads off in the direction of auditorium three, linking arms with her friends. She says something funny as all four of them turn to look back at the concession stand and giggle to themselves.Â
hi i just want everyone to know that i will never ever EVER be angry with anyone for not replying to my texts even though youâre visibly online and reblogging/posting. i understand that holding a conversation takes a lot more energy and effort than scrolling and posting and thatâs 100% okay. take care of yourself first. the whole idea that you HAVE to reply to someone when youâre online is toxic and makes mentally ill people feel as though they are bad friends just because they canât always reply within minutes.Â
Hello! Congratulations! I was so happy to see youre back along with an event, thank you so much..
May i request for Gojo with a simple yandere prompt of "Give me your phone."
I dont know what he'll see but maybe a little love triangle, please? đ„șđđ (as someone who never lets anyone touch my phone this prompt hits home đ )
âGive me your phone.â â G.S
|| Jjksecretsâ 2000 followers event
The following content will contain themes that may upset some reader, read the warnings carefully and by scrolling further, you have given your consent to read these content.
warnings: TEACHER/STUDENT, yandere, underage reader, age gap, possessive language/behavior, manipulation
notes: I donât really like love triangles so I just make Gojou as too protective and jealous đ
pairing: Yandere!Teacher!Gojou Satoru x Student!F!reader
âWhere have you been?â
Your footsteps halted, hand still loosely gripping the doorknob as you stare wide-eyed at your teacher sitting on the edge of your bed.
The door was quickly closed shut as you donât want to have chances of other people seeing your teacher in your room, sitting on your bed so comfortably.
âSenseiâŠ? I thought you would only come back tomorrow?â You placed your things down, walking towards your lover. You didnât know why, but the atmosphere was different today, it was tense, the carefree aura he usually radiates nowhere to be seen.
He was agitated.
So you took careful steps, testing the waters before sitting beside him. Though, your lips still curled into a smile nonetheless, happy to get to see your boyfriend a day earlier than you expected.
Just as you were about to ask what was wrong, his sharp tone cut through, your smile dropping.
âYou didnât answer my question.â
You gulped, shifting awkwardly. Just what happened?
âHm.â Gojou hummed, seemingly disinterested. He still wasnât facing you, blindfold on as usual, making it harder to figure out what he was thinking. His gaze stay focused in front of him until he turned to finally look at you, his sudden change of posture startled you as you instinctively backed away. Just a little.
âGive me your phone.â
Your brows furrowed in dismay, you knew you have nothing to hide, but you donât appreciate your privacy being breached either, even if it was by your own teacher and lover. âNo.â His jaw clenched. âWhy do you want to check my phone, Satoru? Thereâs nothiââ
âIf thereâs nothing then why wonât you give it to me?â Lips parted, you were unsure of what to answer, baffled by his words. Is he pulling this move on you now? Really? âYouâre selfish, you know that?â He clicked his tongue.
Your eyes widened, hands started to clench your sheets, hurt by his sudden words. âH-Huh?â
Gojou sighed, frustrated. You didnât like it. You didnât want to be the cause of his frustration. You wanted to be his good little student who would receive his praises and affection.
âI told you my phoneâs passwordâ fuck, I even got your fucking face id in my phone.â Your lips pursed, he was right, he did give you all accesses to his phone, you just didnât bother to go through them because you didnât think it was necessary. âYou donât want to do the same, thatâs fine. But now that I ask nicely for you to give me your phone just one time, you refuse to?â
He was right, this was unfair. He respected your choice of not giving him your phoneâs password, or install his face id in your device, so the least you could do is to give him your phone when he asked for it, right?
Shakily, you handed it to him, unlocked, free for him to go through anything.
As expected, he pressed the messaging app first.
You have nothing to hide, so you waited patiently for him to go through all the texts with your friends. You just wanted to get this over with already and not anger him further, hoping things between you two would go back to normal.
Your heart dropped when he scoffed.
Did you do something?
ââFriend.â You mean you went behind my back to see your little boyfriend?â
This was ridiculous. The conversation youâve had with your middle school friend was nothing more than platonic, you were sure of that, until he started pointing certain texts out and telling you how suspicious they were, how they were definitely not something youâd talk about to a friend.
He tossed your phone onto the bed, then moved to stand up, causing you to hold his hand and pathetically cling onto the older man.
âW-Where are you going?â Gojou loved the panic in your eyes, and especially loved the tears welling up in them once he said he was leaving. You have your little boyfriend now, so why was he needed?
âNoâ I-Iâm sorry! I wonât talk to him anymore!â You cling tighter, looking so adorable sitting on your bed, holding the front of his work uniform and shaking your head with teary eyes. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry! I-Iâll block him, I wonât see him anymore.â
Oh, he was pleased with your promises, he had to refrain from smiling at your cuteness and willingness to submit to him so easily, but he had to teach you a lesson.
So he pried your hands off of him, not harshly, but he have never rejected your touches until now so he knew how damaging this action was, even without force.
He could hear your whimpers and whines, want him to stay but too afraid to get up and cling onto him in fear of him getting annoyed.
Oh, well. Heâs sure you learned your lesson by now. Heâll just torment you a little more.
This is really badâŠIâm sorry àČ„_àČ„
AlsoâŠI know I said Iâll only write drabbles for these but I got carried away with this one đ
Yandere Gojo who likes oblivious reader. Reader is not a sorcerer student just a normal civilian. Sheâs always free no curses clinging to her cuz the strongest is protecting her just yandere Gojo whoâs obsessively in love with you.
Following you around to keep you safe he canât lose another one whoâs important to him after all.
Thirst ask â 55
|| Yandere!Gojou crushing on non-sorcerer student reader.
The following content will contain themes that may upset some reader, read the warnings carefully and by scrolling further, you have given your consent to read these content.
warnings: TEACHER/STUDENT, adult/minor, underage reader, age gap, stalking, yandere
notes: Big brain anon đ€Č
*reader is not a sorcerer
How you two met was completely random but definitely k-drama worthy. He was on the train on his way to meet up with the first-years to supervise their mission and he happen to sit beside you.
Nothing out of the ordinary, right? You were just a regular schoolgirl on her way home after schoolâor tuition, perhaps?âand a stranger, until he saw what was in your hands.
Itâs the limited candy that is currently the talk of the town, so popular that even Gojou Satoru couldnât get his hands on. It was sold out too quickly and Gojou blamed the stupid mission he had that day for not knowing the news of it getting restocked.
Even with his blindfold on, you could feel him staring at youâ or more like the bag of candy in your hands.
Kind, innocent and naive you turn to the white haired (attractive) stranger, pulling one out of the beautifully decorated bag and tilted your head (very cutely so).
âDo you want one, mister?â
Look, you know offering a candy to a complete stranger, an adult even, was a little odd, but you were sure he was drooling and ogling the candy in your hands that you couldnât bear to ignore him.
âHuh? Really? Thank you!!!â
He said excitedly before taking the candy from your hand, fingers unintentionally brushing with yours and Gojou finds it amusing how you gulped and the very small tint of blush on cheeks. Hah, his charms really are irresistible.
He carefully pealed the plastic packaging, talking about how he needs to put it in a glass box for display because itâs so rare to get your hands on one, this successfully made you laugh at his antics. Heâs like a child.
Before you part ways, you even gave him a couple more because he said that heâs meeting up with a few of his students to tutor themâhe decided to save the explanations and just liedâsaying that he could share it with them.
Gojou knew he was supposed to share the candies you gave him with his students, but he finds himself shoving them in his pocket, safe and sound in his possessions when he finally saw the three first-years.
I mean, those are rare candies, right? Of course Gojou would want them all to himself when it comes to candies. Heâs a selfish, selfish man, after all.
Heâs intrigued at such a naive girl, you donât just give out candies to strangers you met on a train. He brushed it off as pure curiosity when he searches up online about your uniform, finding which school you go to.
Then he justâŠstalks you, to put it frankly. Whenever he has timeâ screw it, he makes time to stroll around the area you would possibly be in, hoping to catch a glimpse of his favorite girl. After following you for days, he got a hold of your routine. Heck, he even knew where you lived! Now isnât this just amazing?
Of course, whenever there are any pesky curses trying to ruin his time stalking with you, he would exorcise them without so much as a flick of his wrist, guaranteeing your safety.
He watches you go to school, watches you board the fated train that brought the two of you together, watches you buy groceries, watches you stop to pet some stray animals on the streets, watches you debate with yourself whether you should treat yourself and buy the takoyaki youâve been craving for so long or not with your limited allowance, oh, sweetheart, heâd buy all the takoyakis you want if you just ask, watches you go back to the safety of your home.
Such an adorable girl.
AhâŠhe canât wait to speak to you and get to have skin contact with you again.
Guess heâll have to accidentally bump into you on the streets to have a talk, huh?
I love this so much for no reason (ââÌŽÌÆâÌŽÌâ) the thought of Gojou getting interested in a non-sorcerer student does things to me âĄ
AlsoâŠnow Iâm just thinking about Gojou pulling strings and ends up meeting your parents (heâs Gojou Satoru he can do anything) and your parents end up liking him a lotâŠwonder how youâll react to having your gold digger parents bring up the topic of engagement with Satoru?
you have an undying crush on satoru gojo. one that grows with each passing second and becomes harder and harder to conceal. but you know satoru will never understand. after all, heâs your sensei.
â pairing: satoru gojo x reader
â warnings: profanity, suggestive content, TEACHER/STUDENT CENTRIC PLOT, mention of periods, unhealthy feelings, mild obsession, denial, unrequited love
â word count: 2.3k
authorâs note: reader is 18+ cause i donât write minors.
The following content will contain themes that may upset some reader, read the warnings carefully and by scrolling further, you have given your consent to read these content.
warnings: ADULT/MINOR, teacher/student, underage reader, age gap
notes: First thirst ask after so long!! Iâm so excited đ„°
Shoko is sharp, she noticed it almost immediately. From the moment he starts asking about you, even though you were barely involved in the matters heâs in charge of, Shoko has already had suspicions.
If I were to put it blatantly, itâs almost like youâre isolated from the other Jujutsu Tech students because the fields you and them are in are too different. While others are outside risking their lives fighting off cursed spirits, training on the field and whatnot, you were sticking by Shokoâs side to further hone your healing skills to contribute to the jujutsu world. Sorcerers are rare, sorcerers with the ability to heal, mastering reverse cursed technique, are even rarer, so Shoko has the responsibility to protect this gem in hopes of you taking over her duties. But, she doesnât need to do much when Gojou Satoru is so interested in you, does she?
While others are outside risking their lives fighting off cursed spirits, training on the field or whatnot, you were sticking by Shokoâs side, so, why the hell is Satoru so interested in you? He barely sees you.
He began dragging you off to have lunch together with the other first-years, your possible friends, had you not been couped up in school grounds by the eldersâ orders. Shoko let you, of course. She, despite coming off as distant and disinterested, still cared for you as your mentor, so she let Gojou grab your wrist and swiftly snatch you away from her office, a surprised expression and yelp from you was what she saw before the door shuts. Fucking Christ, he didnât even close the door properly.
As time passes by, even you started talking about Gojou-sensei during your time with her.
Gojou-sensei is so nice! Heâs funny, too!
Ieiri-san! Gojou-sensei brought me sweets, do you want some?
Do I think heâs annoyingâŠ? Of course not! I think itâs good to have someone lively in the Jujutsu Tech.
Then came your innocent smile adorned with flushed cheeks.
Ah, shucks, itâs been done now.
When she has time alone with Gojou, whether itâd be a sudden meet up to have a drink together, or a simple break time and she coincidentally bumped into Gojou, she will start asking about his intentions.
Sheâd ask if he has any ulterior motives. Does he want you to be in the first-years team so they could suffer less damage when fighting off curses? Does he find promising abilities in you other than reverse cursed technique? Why is he so hell-bent on knowing more about you?
Her eyes narrowed when the man only smiled, tilting his head as if confused about Shokoâs questions, as if she shouldâve known the reason by now. Câmon, Shoko, I thought you were better than this? Was what she felt like he was conveying.
âHm~ what are my ulterior motives? Shoko! You ask that as if Iâm a bad guy!â He pouted, much to Shokoâs disgust, and she made it clear on her face. Gojou only chuckled before leaning back against that expensive chair of his, one leg crossed over the other. âI think sheâs cute.â
Shoko didnât have much of a reaction. Actually, she didnât have a reaction at all, eyes still looking bored and posture still relaxed. In all honesty, she already had suspicions of this, she just never expected him to admit of such shameless acts so easily.
Talking about him, a teacher, finding a student cute so easily, so care-freely as if itâs not a problem.
But, this is Gojou Satoru, what did she expect?
âIeiri-san! Iâ eh? Gojou-sensei?â Both the adultsâ eyes flicker towards your direction, in your hands was a medium sized box with imprints familiar to the strongest.
âEhhh? Is that from the cake shop in Harajuku? The really really famous one?â Gojou stood from his seat and skipped over to you excitedly, Shoko wasnât sure if it was because of the cake he loved so much or you.
You replied with just as much enthusiasm, nodding and offering to share with himâ just as you were about to share it with Shoko.
Just as you walk towards the table, Shoko stood from her chair and left, hand waving lazily at the both of you, telling you to enjoy yourselves, just make sure to head back to her office on time as she instructed earlier.
All in all, I think Shoko wouldnât care much. I mean, you obviously feel something for that idiot too, so why bother stopping? Besides, sheâs sure Gojou doesnât mean any harm, despite being a jerk, he doesnât play around with his studentsâ feelings, especially when theyâre living in such a world.
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