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Broken Chains - Parts 2 - 3 (SMUT)

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Title: Broken Chains

[story has very funny plot holes so have fun finding those:)]

Description: Teenage (19) Satoru Gojo undertakes a mission to save Y/N(you), the daughter of Tokyo's richest man, who has lost control of her dangerous powers. As they help her regain control, they uncover and dismantle her father's corrupt empire. Through their journey, Gojo and Y/N form a strong bond ;)

〚ONGOING SERIES〛

The skyscraper's eerie silence was broken only by the faint creak of its aging structure. Dust motes danced in the beams of light filtering through broken windows, casting an almost ethereal glow on the otherwise desolate space. Gojo and Geto stood at the entrance, the oppressive energy of Y/N's aura seeping through the walls and floors, a constant reminder of the danger they were about to face.

"Remember," Gojo said, turning to Geto, "we're here to help her, not to harm her. We need to approach this with care."

Geto nodded, his expression serious. "Understood. Let's find her."

The two of them began their ascent, each step echoing through the empty halls. As they climbed, the air grew thicker, the oppressive energy becoming more tangible. Gojo's Infinity barrier shimmered around him, a protective shield against the malevolent force that pervaded the building.

When they reached the top floor, Gojo could feel Y/N's presence growing stronger. It was a palpable force, a mix of fear and power that set his nerves on edge. He glanced at Geto, who gave him a reassuring nod.

"This is it," Gojo murmured, his voice barely audible over the hum of energy.

With a deep breath, Gojo stepped forward and pushed open the door. The room beyond was dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the grime-covered windows. Y/N stood in the center, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. The air around her crackled with energy, a testament to the power she struggled to control.

"Y/N," Gojo called out, his voice calm and steady. "It's Gojo. I'm here to help you."

There was a moment of silence, then Y/N's voice, trembling but resolute, broke through the darkness. "Stay back," she warned. "I don't want to hurt you."

Gojo held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm not here to hurt you, Y/N. I want to help you."

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, the tension in the room thickening. "Why should I believe you? Everyone else just wants to use me."

Gojo took a cautious step forward, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm different. I know what your father has done, and I understand your fear. But hiding and hurting yourself won't solve anything. Let me help you gain control of your abilities."

Y/N's gaze softened, the fear in her eyes giving way to a glimmer of hope. "You really think you can help me?"

"I do," Gojo replied, his confidence unwavering. "But I need you to trust me. Together, we can find a way to control your powers and stop your father from hurting you."

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll trust you."

Relief washed over Gojo, but he knew the real challenge was just beginning. They had taken the first step, but there was still much work to be done. He turned to Geto, who had been watching the exchange from the doorway.

"Geto, let's start setting up," Gojo instructed. "We need to create a safe environment for her to practice controlling her abilities."

Geto nodded and moved to gather the equipment they had brought with them. As they worked, Gojo couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. This mission was about more than just stopping a dangerous adversary; it was about offering a hand to someone in need and helping them find their way.

As the preparations continued, Y/N watched them with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. For the first time in a long while, she felt a spark of hope. With Gojo and Geto by her side, she dared to believe that she could regain control of her life.

The skyscraper, once a symbol of fear and isolation, was slowly becoming a place of potential and possibility. And with each passing moment, Gojo's determination to succeed grew stronger. He knew that this mission was far from over, but he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, confident that they would emerge victorious.

The room was now a flurry of activity, the once-stagnant air filled with the sounds of movement and preparation. Gojo and Geto worked tirelessly to set up a safe training environment, their actions precise and deliberate. Every piece of equipment, every strategic placement, was done with Y/N's safety and progress in mind.

Y/N watched in silent awe as they worked, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. She had never seen anyone move with such purpose and care, especially not for her. It was a strange and almost overwhelming feeling, knowing that these people genuinely wanted to help her.

Gojo paused and turned to her, his expression serious but kind. "Y/N, we're going to start slow. We'll help you learn to control your abilities one step at a time. Are you ready?"

She nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm ready."

With that, the real work began. Gojo guided her through a series of exercises designed to help her focus and channel her energy. It was difficult at first, the strain evident on Y/N's face as she struggled to maintain control. But Gojo's patient guidance and Geto's unwavering support kept her grounded.

Hours turned into days as they continued to train, each session bringing Y/N closer to mastering her powers. The bond between them grew stronger, built on trust and mutual respect. Gojo and Geto became her mentors, her friends, her lifeline in a world that had once seemed so dark and hopeless.

As the sun set on another day of training, Y/N collapsed onto a makeshift bench, exhausted but triumphant. She had made significant progress, her control over her abilities improving with each passing day.

"You're doing great, Y/N," Gojo said, sitting down beside her. "I knew you had it in you."

She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "Thank you, Gojo. For everything."

He returned her smile, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "We're not done yet, but we're getting there. Together."

The journey ahead was still long and uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, Y/N felt hopeful. With Gojo and Geto by her side, she knew she could face whatever challenges lay ahead. They were a team, bound by a common goal and a shared determination to succeed.

As the night enveloped the city, the skyscraper stood as a beacon of hope, a testament to the power of trust and the strength of the human spirit. And in that moment, Y/N knew that she was no longer alone.

The training had been intense, but it was time to move forward. Gojo knew that helping Y/N gain control over her abilities was just the beginning. They had to address the root of the problem – her father. As they gathered in the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation.

"Y/N," Gojo began, his tone serious, "we need to talk about your father. If we're going to stop him, we need to understand his operations and find a way to dismantle his power."

Y/N nodded, her expression somber. "I know. He's a powerful man with connections everywhere. He's done horrible things to maintain his control, and he's not afraid to use his influence to get what he wants."

Geto leaned forward, his eyes sharp with focus. "Tell us everything you know about his operations. We need details if we're going to form a solid plan."

Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "My father controls a vast network of businesses, all fronts for his illegal activities. He manipulates markets, bribes officials, and eliminates anyone who poses a threat to his power. His main base of operations is a heavily guarded mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo."

Gojo's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. "We're not just dealing with a powerful businessman; we're dealing with a criminal mastermind. Taking him down won't be easy."

Y/N's voice trembled as she continued. "He's ruthless. When he found out about my abilities, he saw me as a threat. He wanted to control me, use me as a weapon. When I refused, he tried to kill me. That's when I ran away and started hiding."

Gojo placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're not alone anymore, Y/N. We'll stop him together. But we need to be smart about this. A direct confrontation won't work. We need to outmaneuver him."

Geto nodded in agreement. "We need to find a way to expose his crimes to the public. If we can gather enough evidence and present it to the authorities, we can dismantle his operations and put him behind bars."

Y/N's eyes widened with a glimmer of hope. "But how? He's covered his tracks so well. No one has been able to gather enough evidence to take him down."

Gojo smiled, his confidence unwavering. "Leave that to us. We have resources and connections of our own. We'll start by infiltrating his network and gathering the information we need. Once we have enough, we'll strike."

As they discussed their plan, Y/N felt a sense of determination she hadn't felt in a long time. With Gojo and Geto by her side, she believed they could succeed. They were a team, united by a common goal, and nothing would stand in their way.

The next few days were a blur of activity. Gojo and Geto used their connections to gather intelligence on Y/N's father, piecing together a detailed picture of his operations. They identified key players, safe houses, and hidden accounts, slowly building a case that would be impossible to ignore.

Y/N played a crucial role, providing insider information and helping them navigate the intricate web of her father's empire. She learned to control her abilities with increasing precision, using her telekinesis to access hidden documents and surveillance footage.

As they worked tirelessly, the bond between them grew stronger. They shared stories, laughter, and moments of vulnerability, forming a deep and unbreakable connection. For the first time in her life, Y/N felt like she belonged.

One evening, as they reviewed their progress, Gojo leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "We've got enough. It's time to make our move."

Geto nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "We'll leak the information to the media and hand over the evidence to the authorities. Once the public knows the truth, your father's empire will crumble."

Y/N's heart raced with excitement and fear. "What if he tries to retaliate?"

Gojo's expression hardened. "We'll be ready. He won't be able to touch you. We've come too far to back down now."

The following morning, they put their plan into action. With the help of trusted allies, they leaked the information to major news outlets, ensuring that the story would reach every corner of Tokyo. The evidence was handed over to the authorities, who promised a thorough investigation.

As the news broke, the city was plunged into chaos. Y/N's father tried to deny the accusations, but the mountain of evidence was undeniable. Protests erupted, demanding justice for his victims and an end to his reign of terror.

Gojo, Geto, and Y/N watched from a safe house, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They knew the fight was far from over, but they had taken the first crucial step towards dismantling his empire.

Y/N turned to Gojo, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Gojo. I couldn't have done this without you."

He smiled, his confidence unshaken. "We're a team, Y/N. And together, we're unstoppable."

As they prepared for the next phase of their mission, Y/N felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was no longer the scared, helpless girl who had run away. She was a force to be reckoned with, and with Gojo and Geto by her side, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The city buzzed with the fallout from the explosive revelations about Y/N’s father. News outlets churned out story after story detailing his criminal activities, while authorities moved swiftly to dismantle his operations. From the safety of their hideout, Gojo, Geto, and Y/N monitored the situation closely, ready to act at a moment's notice.

As night fell, the trio gathered in the small, dimly lit living room of their safe house. The atmosphere was tense but hopeful, a stark contrast to the fear and uncertainty that had plagued Y/N for so long.

"Y/N," Gojo began, breaking the silence, "we need to understand more about your father’s operations. Anything you can tell us could be crucial."

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. "Alright. My father... he's always been ruthless, even before he amassed his wealth and power. He built his empire on the backs of others, manipulating markets, bribing officials, and silencing anyone who got in his way."

Geto leaned forward, his eyes focused. "How did he react when he found out about your abilities?"

Y/N's gaze dropped to the floor, her voice barely above a whisper. "At first, he was thrilled. He saw my abilities as a tool, a way to further his control. But when I refused to use my powers for his benefit, he turned on me. He tried to eliminate me, his own daughter, because I was a threat to his plans."

Gojo's expression softened, a mix of empathy and determination in his eyes. "You're not a tool, Y/N. You're a person, and you deserve to live free from his control."

Y/N looked up, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Gojo. For believing in me."

Geto chimed in, his tone serious. "We need to think about our next steps. Taking down your father won't be easy. He's still got a lot of power and influence, even with the authorities closing in on him."

Gojo nodded in agreement. "We'll need to be strategic. We can't just rely on the authorities; we need to undermine his support and cut off his resources. Y/N, do you know where his most loyal supporters are?"

Y/N thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. He has a few key allies, businessmen and politicians who owe him favors. They’re the ones who help him stay untouchable."

Gojo's eyes gleamed with determination. "Then that's where we'll start. We'll expose their connections to your father and turn them against him. Without their support, he'll be vulnerable."

Geto grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "And while we’re at it, we can also look into his financial operations. If we can cut off his funding, it’ll cripple his ability to fight back."

Y/N's heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. They were finally taking the fight to her father, and she was determined to see it through. "I’ll help however I can. Just tell me what to do."

Gojo placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll do this together, Y/N. You're not alone anymore."

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Using their network of contacts and their combined skills, Gojo, Geto, and Y/N set their plan into motion. They gathered evidence, hacked into financial systems, and exposed the connections between Y/N’s father and his corrupt allies.

As the walls closed in on her father, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication. She had spent so long running and hiding, but now she was fighting back. And with Gojo and Geto by her side, she felt unstoppable.

One evening, as they reviewed their progress, Gojo leaned back with a satisfied smile. "We've done it. His allies are turning on him, and his financial resources are dwindling. It’s only a matter of time before he’s completely powerless."

Geto nodded, his expression grim. "But we need to be prepared for his retaliation. A man like him won’t go down without a fight."

Y/N's resolve hardened. "We'll be ready. I’m not afraid anymore."

As they continued to strategize, the bond between them grew even stronger. They were more than just a team; they were a family, united by their shared goal and their unwavering determination to see justice served.

The following morning, the news broke that Y/N's father had been arrested. The authorities had raided his mansion, uncovering a trove of evidence that linked him to numerous crimes. The city erupted in celebration, the people finally free from his oppressive influence.

In their safe house, Gojo, Geto, and Y/N watched the news with a sense of triumph. They had done it. They had brought down a powerful criminal and given the people of Tokyo a chance to reclaim their city.

Y/N turned to Gojo, tears of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you. For everything."

Gojo smiled, his confidence unshaken. "We did this together, Y/N. And it's not over yet. We need to make sure he stays behind bars and that his empire is dismantled for good."

Geto nodded in agreement. "We'll keep fighting until the job is done."

As they prepared for the next phase of their mission, Y/N felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was no longer the scared, helpless girl who had run away. She was a warrior, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And with Gojo and Geto by her side, she knew they would succeed.

The skyscraper, once a symbol of fear and isolation, had become a beacon of hope and resilience. Together, they had overcome insurmountable odds, and they were ready to face whatever the future held. With their bond unbreakable and their spirits unyielding, they knew that they could accomplish anything.

The news of Y/N’s father’s arrest sent shockwaves throughout Tokyo. The once untouchable figure was now behind bars, facing charges that would see him stripped of his power and influence. But for Gojo, Geto, and Y/N, the mission was far from over. They had to ensure that justice was fully served and that Y/N’s life could finally return to some semblance of normalcy.

In their safe house, the trio gathered around a makeshift table covered with documents, laptops, and maps. The atmosphere was charged with determination and a sense of urgency.

"Now that your father's been arrested, his empire is vulnerable," Gojo began, his voice steady. "We need to dismantle what's left of his operations and ensure he can't manipulate the system from behind bars."

Geto nodded in agreement. "We’ve already taken out his key allies and cut off his financial resources, but we need to make sure every last piece of his network is exposed and neutralized."

Y/N looked at them, her eyes filled with resolve. "Where do we start?"

Gojo leaned forward, pointing to a map of Tokyo. "We’ll target his remaining safe houses and businesses. These places still hold valuable information and resources that can either help us or be used against us. We’ll need to move quickly and efficiently."

Geto added, "We also need to keep the public and authorities on our side. Continuous media exposure will ensure that any attempts by your father to reclaim power are met with immediate resistance."

Y/N nodded, absorbing their words. "I can use my abilities to help. I’ve been practicing, and I’m more confident now."

Gojo smiled, pride evident in his eyes. "You've come a long way, Y/N. We couldn’t have done this without you."

They spent the next few days meticulously planning their next moves. Each target was carefully selected, and each action was calculated to deliver the maximum impact. Y/N’s telekinetic abilities proved invaluable, allowing them to access hidden files and secure locations without detection.

As they executed their plan, the cracks in Y/N’s father’s empire began to widen. Former associates turned against him, eager to save themselves by providing testimony and evidence. The media continued to expose the extent of his criminal activities, turning public opinion firmly against him.

One evening, as they returned to their safe house after another successful mission, Y/N felt a sense of liberation she hadn’t experienced in years. The weight of her father’s control was finally lifting, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom and hope.

Sitting around the table, they reviewed the day’s achievements. Gojo leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "We’ve almost got him. Just a few more pieces to put in place."

Geto nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "We’ve come this far. We can’t stop now."

Y/N looked at them, her heart swelling with gratitude and pride. "Thank you both. For believing in me and standing by my side."

Gojo reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We're a team, Y/N. And together, we can accomplish anything."

The next day, they prepared for their final move. They had identified the last remaining safe house, a fortified mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo. It was the last stronghold of Y/N’s father’s empire, and it held the final pieces of evidence needed to ensure his permanent downfall.

As they approached the mansion under the cover of night, the air was thick with anticipation. Gojo’s Infinity barrier shimmered around them, a protective shield against any unforeseen threats. They moved silently, their steps synchronized and their senses heightened.

Inside the mansion, they encountered minimal resistance. Most of the guards had already abandoned their posts, sensing the inevitable collapse of their employer’s empire. Using her telekinesis, Y/N deftly navigated through the security systems, allowing them to reach the central office unimpeded.

There, amidst stacks of documents and computer terminals, they found the evidence they needed. Detailed records of illegal transactions, bribery, and more lay before them, a treasure trove of incriminating information.

"Got it," Geto said, carefully packing the documents into a secure case. "This is more than enough to ensure he never sees the light of day again."

Gojo nodded, his expression one of satisfaction and relief. "Let’s get out of here."

As they made their way back to the safe house, Y/N felt a sense of closure. They had done it. They had dismantled her father’s empire and ensured that he would pay for his crimes.

Back in the safety of their hideout, they celebrated their victory. The tension and fear that had once gripped them were replaced by laughter and relief. Y/N looked around at her friends, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and belonging.

"We did it," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "We really did it."

Gojo smiled, his confidence unshaken. "Yes, we did. And now, you can start building the life you deserve."

With the evidence secured and their mission complete, they turned their attention to the future. Y/N’s father’s trial would be a long and arduous process, but they had ensured that justice would be served.

As they prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N knew that she was no longer the scared, helpless girl who had run away. She was strong, resilient, and surrounded by friends who believed in her. And with Gojo and Geto by her side, she was ready to embrace whatever the future held.

With the final pieces of evidence secured, the momentum of their victory began to spread throughout Tokyo. News outlets were filled with stories of Y/N’s father’s downfall, and the city buzzed with the promise of justice and change. The authorities, armed with the trove of incriminating evidence, moved swiftly to dismantle the last remnants of his empire.

Back at the safe house, Gojo, Geto, and Y/N took a moment to reflect on their journey. The road had been long and fraught with danger, but they had achieved what many thought impossible.

"We've done it," Geto said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "We've taken down one of the most powerful criminals in Tokyo."

Gojo nodded, his expression thoughtful. "But we can't rest yet. We need to ensure that Y/N is safe and that her father's influence is completely eradicated."

Y/N looked at them, her eyes filled with determination. "What’s our next move?"

Gojo turned to the map of Tokyo spread out on the table. "We need to secure your father's business empire and ensure it transitions to legitimate control. You’re the rightful heir, Y/N. With the right support, you can turn his corrupt empire into something good."

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. "Me? But I don't know anything about running a business."

Geto smiled reassuringly. "You won’t be alone. We’ll help you. And there are trustworthy people who can guide you. Think of this as a chance to rebuild and make amends for the wrongs your father committed."

Y/N took a deep breath, a sense of resolve settling over her. "Okay. Let’s do it."

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Gojo and Geto leveraged their connections to bring in trustworthy advisors and legal experts. Together, they began the complex process of transferring control of the business empire to Y/N. The media hailed her as a symbol of resilience and redemption, and public support for her grew steadily.

In the midst of this transformation, Y/N found herself growing more confident in her abilities. She learned quickly, absorbing everything her advisors taught her. Her telekinetic powers, once a source of fear and instability, became a valuable asset as she used them to streamline and secure the operations of her new business.

One evening, as they wrapped up another day of hard work, Gojo suggested they take a break. "We deserve a little celebration," he said with a grin. "How about we visit that luxurious sauna we talked about?"

Y/N’s eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing. I could definitely use some relaxation."

Geto chuckled. "That sounds fun and all but I'll let you guys have your fun!" He said with laughter.

The luxurious sauna was everything they had hoped for and more. It was an oasis of tranquility, with warm, soothing waters and a serene ambiance that melted away the stress of the past few weeks. As they settled into the sauna, the tension in their bodies began to ease.

"This place is incredible," Y/N said, leaning back and closing her eyes. "Thank you for everything."

Gojo smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "You’ve come a long way, Y/N. I'm proud of you."

Y/N opened her eyes, looking at Gojo with a random lust that came over her.

In the silence and saunas background music playing Gojo noticed her looking at him with her half her boobs exposed and the other half under the steamy water sending lewd thoughts through his mind. They stare at each other for a moment deciding what to do.

Y/N breaks the silence.

Leaning closer to Gojo, you whispered seductively, "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you in a place like this." Gojo's eyes snapped open, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. He chuckled lightly, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, y/n, always full of surprises," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air around you. Despite the heat, a shiver of anticipation danced down your spine. You knew you had his attention. With a sly smile, you reached out and gently touched his cheek, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw before you leaned in, your breath warm against his skin. "Well, Gojo-sensei, what do you say?"

Gojo's eyes searched yours, as if weighing his options, before a smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "I don't think it would be appropriate," he replied, his tone teasing despite his words. You weren't deterred. In fact, his resistance only made the challenge more exciting.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you slid your hand into the water between you, finding the softness of his towel-covered waist. "What about now?" you purred, using your telekinesis to give his towel a little tug. The fabric slipped away, revealing the muscular expanse of his chest and the beginnings of a trail of hair that led lower. Gojo's smirk grew wider, but he said nothing, his gaze never leaving yours.

Gojo's attempt to maintain his composure was futile as your telekinetic touch danced around his most sensitive area, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. His hand shot out to stop you, but you were one step ahead, using your power to keep his palm at bay while your own hand remained under the guise of the water. The tickling sensation grew more intense as the water swirled around his hardening length, eliciting a low groan from his throat. His resolve crumbling, Gojo's eyes darkened with desire. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue seeking yours with an urgency that matched the pulsing rhythm of your telekinetic tease. "You little minx," he murmured against your lips, his grip on your neck firm but not painful, as if claiming you as his own. Your bodies pressed closer together, the steam around you thickening as your kiss grew more passionate. Your hands roamed his body, feeling the slick heat of his skin, while his own hands found their way to your hips, pulling you onto his lap. The water swirled faster, your mischievous giggles muffled by his insistent mouth. The game had just begun, and it was clear that Gojo was ready to play.

With a mischievous grin, you reached down into the water and cupped Gojo's balls, gently massaging them with your fingertips. You looked up at him with a glint of satisfaction in your eyes. "Does that feel good?" you asked, your voice a sultry purr. Gojo groaned, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily before snapping back to meet yours. He didn't bother to answer with words, instead deciding to show you just how much he enjoyed it. He leaned in, capturing the tender skin of your neck with his mouth, nibbling and kissing his way up to your ear. His breath was hot and ragged, sending delicious shivers down your spine. He took your earlobe between his teeth, eliciting a gasp from you, before whispering, "You're playing a dangerous game, y/n."

Ignoring your question, he turned his attention to your breasts, his hands palming them before his mouth followed suit. He sucked and bit at your sensitive nipples, drawing them into his mouth as you squirmed on his lap. The combination of pleasure and pain had you blushing furiously, your breaths coming in shallow pants. Despite the slight sting, you didn't want him to stop. The feeling was too exquisite, too intoxicating. "Harder," you breathed, your voice thick with desire. Gojo complied, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before his hand slid up to squeeze your breast more firmly. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making you wetter by the second. The atmosphere in the sauna grew thicker, the air charged with the electricity of your shared passion. The boundaries of student and teacher had long since been forgotten as you both gave in to the overwhelming need that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

With a sudden surge of strength, Gojo picked you up as if you were as light as a feather, his arms banding around your waist. You gasped, surprised but thrilled by his assertive move. He positioned you on your back at the very edge of the spring water, the warm liquid lapping at your skin just shy of your most intimate areas. The sensation of the water splashing against your pussy was exquisite, making you even wetter.

As if reading your thoughts, Gojo leaned over you, his eyes smoldering with passion. "Let's see how much you really want this," he murmured, the challenge clear in his voice. You didn't miss a beat, using your telekinesis to guide his erect member into your waiting hand. The feel of his hot, velvety skin against your palm was almost too much to handle. Gojo chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving yours as he leaned down to spit on his cock. He watched you intently as he rubbed the saliva along the length, using it to lubricate the head before pressing it against your slick folds. The anticipation was unbearable, your body arching up to meet him, desperate for the contact. With a smirk, he began to tease you, sliding his cock through your wetness but never quite entering. Each pass over your clit sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, making you moan and beg for more. The steam in the room swirled around you like a haze of desire, obscuring everything but the two of you locked in this heated embrace.

Gojo's eyes gleamed with a wicked satisfaction as he watched you squirm beneath him. "Beg for it, y/n," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Beg for me to fuck you right here, in this very moment." Your heart raced at his words, the audacity of the situation only adding to the thrill. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the desperate whine that threatened to escape your throat. "Please, Gojo-sensei," you finally gasped, your voice a needy whisper. "I need you inside me."

A feral smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his mouth a mere breath away from yours. "Is that what you want?" he murmured, his cock still tauntingly close to your entrance. "To be fucked by your teacher in a place like this?"

You nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words as your body screamed for release. "Yes," you whimpered, "I want it. I need it."

With a chuckle that was pure dark amusement, Gojo lined himself up with your slick entrance. "Good," he said, his voice a low purr. "Because I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time." And with that, he pushed into you, filling you in one slow, agonizing stroke that had you crying out his name. The feeling was intense, the heat of the water mingling with the fire between your legs as he began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a rhythm that was both tender and demanding. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the steam swirling around you as the tension built to a crescendo. It was clear that the luxurious sauna was about to become the stage for an unforgettable lesson in passion.

Gojo's gaze bore into yours, his eyes a molten gold that seemed to pierce through the very essence of your soul. "Look at me, y/n," he ordered, his voice a gruff whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Do not look away from me, not even for a second." His eyes held a fierce intensity that left no room for disobedience. You nodded, your eyes locked onto his as he began to increase his pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with a ferocity that had you clutching at the edges of the spring. "If you do," he warned, his teeth gritted in pleasure, "I'll stop fucking you right here, right now." The threat was clear, but the promise of his touch was too much to resist. You held his gaze, feeling the connection between you grow stronger with every thrust. "Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, his hips pistoning into you with an unrelenting rhythm. "Tell me how much you need me to fill you up."

Without missing a beat, you met his challenge, whispering dirty words into his ear that matched the raw passion in his eyes. "I want you so badly," you confessed, your voice trembling with need. "I need to feel you deep inside me, Gojo-sensei. Don't ever stop." Your words seemed to spur him on, his strokes growing harder, more demanding. "You're mine," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Mine to fuck, mine to claim, mine to pleasure." Each word was a declaration, a promise, a command that had you spiraling closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The steam in the sauna had turned into a fog of lust, obscuring everything but the feel of him inside you, the sound of your mingled gasps, and the knowledge that you were both falling deeper into this forbidden desire.

The air grew thick with the scent of arousal as Gojo's powerful strokes grew more insistent, his body moving in a primal dance of dominance and need. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on as you rocked your hips to meet his every thrust. The water of the hot spring sloshed around you, mingling with the slickness of your desire as you both moved in perfect harmony. The heat of the sauna was nothing compared to the fire burning between your bodies, your skin slick with sweat and the water's warm embrace. Gojo's hands roamed your curves, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched, while your own hands clutched at his broad shoulders for leverage. Your breasts bounced with the rhythm, your nipples peaked and sensitive from his earlier ministrations. Each time he filled you, you felt yourself stretching around him, taking him in as if you were made for this very moment. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a symphony of passion that echoed off the wooden walls. Gojo's teeth sank into your bottom lip, muffling your cries as he claimed you, every inch of him buried deep within your willing body. 

"Face fuck me, Gojo-sensei," you begged, your voice breathless and filled with yearning.

Gojo's smirk grew wider at your request, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled out of you and positioned his cock in front of your mouth, watching as you opened your lips eagerly. He grabbed your face with both hands, his grip firm but gentle, and began to thrust into your mouth, the sound of your gagging echoing through the sauna. You could feel his cock hit the back of your throat, and your eyes watered as you struggled not to choke. Spit and pre-cum coated his shaft, making it slick as he pulled back out only to thrust in again, deeper and harder each time. You could feel your jaw beginning to ache, but the thrill of pleasing him was all you needed to keep going. As your breath grew more ragged and your eyes began to water, you managed to ask, "Am I doing a good job?" in a small, innocent voice that was a stark contrast to the obscene sounds filling the room.

Gojo pulled out for a moment, panting heavily, and leaned down to look into your eyes. "Yes, y/n," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "You're doing a very good job." He spat into your mouth, the saliva mixing with the slickness already there, and pushed his cock back in, going even deeper this time. You took it all, your eyes watering and your throat constricting around him, eager to show him just how much you wanted to make him feel good. He began to fuck your face in earnest now, his hips pumping in a relentless rhythm that had you gagging and drooling all over his shaft. Each time you thought you couldn't take any more, he'd pull out slightly, allowing you to catch your breath before plunging back in. It was an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure, one that had you dizzy with desire. Despite the intensity, there was something sweet in the way he looked at you, a softness in his eyes that made you feel cherished amidst the depravity. His gentle stroking of your hair and the tender way he held your face as he used your mouth was a stark contrast to the brutal way he was fucking it. The intimacy of the act was almost too much to bear, and you felt your orgasm building.

Gojo's eyes flashed with lust as he withdrew his cock from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you. "Get up," he instructed, his voice gruff and commanding. "Bend over for me." You complied without hesitation, the anticipation of what was to come making your legs tremble.

He positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock nudging at your slick entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside you again, filling you completely. You moaned at the sensation, the angle sending waves of pleasure through your body. His grip on your hands tightened, pulling them behind your back and holding them in one of his own. "Say it," he demanded, his other hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "Call me daddy."

Your eyes widened, but the thrill of his words had you eager to obey. "Daddy," you whimpered, the word leaving your mouth like a prayer. Gojo's grip on your throat tightened slightly, his cock pulsing inside you as you spoke. "Yes," he hissed, his hips moving faster, driving into you with a primal need. "Beg for it, y/n. Tell me how much you want it."

You did as he asked, your voice muffled by his hand but still clear in its desperation. "Fuck me harder, daddy," you moaned, the words coming out in a breathless rush. "Please, fuck my hole just like that." His strokes grew more intense, each one pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the sauna, punctuated by your cries for more. "Thank you," you gasped out, "Thank you so much."

Gojo's grunts grew louder, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he fucked you from behind. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark caress against your ear. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whimpered, the words barely audible as your body began to convulse around him. "Yours, Gojo-sensei."

His grip tightened, his hand on your throat and the other in your mouth, as he drove into you with a ferocity that had you seeing stars. "Mine," he growled, his hips slamming against your ass. "MINE!"

With a sudden surge of energy, you push Gojo back onto the edge of the spring, straddling him. His cock slides out of you with a wet sound, and you lean in to kiss him hard, your breasts pressing against his chest. He seems surprised but quickly recovers, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back down onto him. You position yourself, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance, and with one swift motion, you impale yourself on his length. Gojo groans into your mouth, his hands immediately going to your ass to hold you in place as you start to ride him, your hips moving in a slow, seductive circle that has him groaning beneath you. You feel the power shift between you, and it's intoxicating. You break the kiss, panting and smiling down at him. "Your turn," you murmur, before squeezing your muscles around his cock, eliciting a low growl from his throat.

Gojo's hands tighten on your ass as you lean back, taking his cock even deeper inside you. His thumbs trace the line where your cheeks meet your thighs, and you feel him swell even more. He lifts you slightly, changing the angle, and you gasp as he hits a spot that sends sparks through your body. You start to bounce, riding him with wildly that has the water sloshing around you. His eyes are on your breasts, bouncing with every movement, and you lean down to kiss him again, your breath mingling with his as your movements grow more frantic. You can feel your orgasm building, tightening in your stomach like a coil ready to spring. "Don't stop," you whisper against his lips, your voice desperate. "I'm so close."

Gojo's eyes darken with passion, and he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and slamming you down onto his cock. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel your climax approaching like a freight train. "I can't hold it much longer," he warns, his voice strained. But you're not ready for this to end. You focus your telekinetic powers, willing his orgasm to hold off, making him feel like he's cumming continuously. The sensation for Gojo is mind-blowing, his entire body tensing with the effort of not letting go.

With a final, powerful thrust, you feel yourself shatter around him, your pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure crash over you. In the midst of your orgasm, you lose control of your powers, and with a gasp, you feel Gojo's hot seed fill you up. For a moment, you're lost in the intensity of your shared release, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As the aftershocks of your climax subside, you collapse onto Gojo's chest, both of you panting and sweaty. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. "You're incredible," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. "So beautiful when you come apart for me." You smile, feeling a warm glow spread through you at his words. This was a moment you'd remember forever, a secret shared between two powerful sorcerers who had found a connection that went beyond the classroom. You snuggle closer, content in his embrace, feeling more alive than you ever had before.

[covahno]

Broken Chains - Parts 1 - 2

Title: Broken Chains

[story has very funny plot holes so have fun finding those:)]

Description: Teenage (19) Satoru Gojo undertakes a mission to save Y/N(you), the daughter of Tokyo's richest man, who has lost control of her dangerous powers. As they help her regain control, they uncover and dismantle her father's corrupt empire. Through their journey, Gojo and Y/N form a strong bond ;)

〚ONGOING SERIES〛

Masamichi stepped forward, his expression serious. "I have an important mission for you," he began, his eyes locking onto Gojo. "Tokyo's richest man has requested our assistance. His daughter is in grave danger."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What kind of danger are we talking about?"

Masamichi's gaze darkened. "Her abilities have spiraled out of control. She's scared and hiding, causing chaos wherever she goes. Her technique, known as the 'Malignant Embrace,' is exceptionally dangerous."

Geto frowned, glancing at Gojo. "Malignant Embrace? Never heard of it."

Masamichi nodded. "It's a rare and terrifying ability. Her aura constantly projects an invisible, malevolent force. It causes severe biological reactions in anyone within its radius. Biofeedback corruption, cellular breakdown, and even neurogenic hemorrhages are just some of the effects."

Gojo's expression turned serious. "So, she's a walking disaster."

"Exactly," Masamichi confirmed. "And her telekinetic abilities are off the charts. She can move objects up to 85,000 pounds at speeds close to 300 miles per hour. Even for you, Gojo, this will be a formidable challenge."

The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation sank in. Gojo's mind raced with possibilities. "How should we stop her?"

Masamichi sighed. "That's for you to figure out. But remember, her ability can kill you. You'll need to find a way to filter out the harmful effects of her aura. Your Infinity technique might be the key, but it's not foolproof as of now."

Gojo nodded, determination etched on his face. "I'll figure it out. We can't let her suffer like this."

Masamichi placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I have faith in you, Gojo. Now, prepare yourself. You'll need every ounce of your strength and ingenuity for this mission."

As Gojo and Geto exchanged a determined look, the weight of their task settled over them. The mission ahead was fraught with danger, but Gojo was ready. He would save the girl, no matter the cost.

Gojo spent the next few hours in deep contemplation, absorbing every detail Masamichi had provided about the girl's abilities. He knew that understanding his opponent was the first step to victory, and this situation was no different.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dojo, Gojo and Geto gathered in the main hall. The air was thick with tension, a tangible reminder of the perilous mission that lay ahead.

"So, this 'Malignant Embrace'... it's constantly active?" Gojo asked, breaking the silence.

Geto nodded. "Yeah, it's like her body's always radiating this deadly aura. Anyone who gets too close starts experiencing all sorts of horrific symptoms."

Gojo frowned, his mind racing. "Biofeedback corruption, cellular breakdown, neurogenic hemorrhages... it's a nightmare. And her telekinesis adds another layer of danger."

"Right," Geto agreed. "She can move objects at incredible speeds. We're talking about the ability to hurl something as heavy as a car at 300 miles per hour. That's not something we can take lightly."

Gojo's eyes narrowed as he considered the implications. "I'll need to modify my Infinity technique. It already allows air to pass through, but I'll have to find a way to filter out the harmful effects of her aura. It's risky, but it's our best shot."

Geto leaned back, thoughtful. "You think you can pull it off?"

Gojo smirked, his confidence unwavering. "I have to. There's no other option."

Masamichi entered the hall, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Gojo, Geto, there's something else you should know. The girl's technique has no known limits. Her power could potentially surpass even yours, Gojo."

The weight of Masamichi's words hung heavily in the air. Gojo met his sensei's gaze, determination burning in his eyes. "I'll find a way to stop her. No matter how powerful she is."

Masamichi nodded, a hint of pride in his expression. "Good. Now, there's something I need to show you."

He led them to a secluded part of the dojo, where ancient scrolls and artifacts were meticulously arranged. In the center of the room stood a large, ornate mirror, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly light.

"This," Masamichi explained, "is a relic that amplifies your understanding of techniques. It might help you refine your Infinity to counter her 'Malignant Embrace.'"

Gojo stepped forward, intrigued. "How does it work?"

"Stand before it and focus," Masamichi instructed. "Let your mind clear and concentrate on your technique. The mirror will reveal insights that could be crucial to your success."

Taking a deep breath, Gojo positioned himself in front of the mirror. As he closed his eyes and focused, the air around him seemed to hum with energy. The mirror's surface rippled, reflecting not his physical form, but the essence of his technique.

Images flashed before his mind's eye: the delicate balance of his Infinity, the way it allowed certain elements through while blocking others. He could see the gaps in his technique, the vulnerabilities that needed addressing.

Minutes felt like hours as Gojo delved deeper into his understanding. He saw the potential modifications, the intricate adjustments that could make his Infinity impenetrable to the girl's aura. The realization was both exhilarating and daunting.

Finally, Gojo opened his eyes, a newfound clarity guiding his thoughts. "I think I've got it," he murmured, his voice tinged with awe. "I know how to filter out the harmful effects of her aura."

Masamichi and Geto watched him with a mix of admiration and anticipation. "Good," Masamichi said. "Now it's time to put it to the test. We'll set up a training scenario to simulate her abilities as closely as possible."

As the preparations began, Gojo felt a surge of determination. This mission was unlike any other, a true test of his skills and ingenuity. But he was ready. With his sensei and friend by his side, he would face this challenge head-on and emerge victorious.

The dojo transformed into a hive of activity as preparations for Gojo's training began. Wooden dummies were placed strategically around the training grounds, each one marked with sensors designed to replicate the effects of the Malignant Embrace. The air buzzed with anticipation, the tension palpable.

Gojo stood at the center of the grounds, his eyes closed in deep concentration. He visualized the modifications he needed to make to his Infinity technique, focusing on filtering out the harmful aspects of the girl's aura. His breathing steadied as he immersed himself in the task, every fiber of his being attuned to the challenge ahead.

"Ready?" Geto's voice broke through his reverie. Gojo opened his eyes and nodded, a determined glint in his gaze.

"Let's do this," Gojo replied, stepping forward to face the first dummy. The air around him shimmered as he activated his Infinity, a protective barrier that distorted space itself.

The first dummy triggered, emitting a low hum that mimicked the girl's aura. Gojo felt the familiar pressure against his barrier, but this time, he focused on the modifications. He envisioned the harmful particles being filtered out, allowing only clean air to pass through.

It worked. The pressure lessened, and Gojo's barrier held strong. He moved to the next dummy, repeating the process, each time refining his technique. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but his resolve never wavered.

Hours passed, and the training continued. Geto watched from the sidelines, his respect for Gojo growing with each successful attempt. "He's really doing it," he muttered to himself, impressed by his friend's unwavering determination.

Masamichi joined him, his expression contemplative. "Gojo has always been exceptional, but this mission is pushing him to new heights. He needs to be perfect. There is no room for error."

Geto nodded in agreement. "He's got this. I believe in him."

As the final dummy was activated, Gojo felt a surge of confidence. He had refined his technique to a level he hadn't thought possible. The barrier around him was more resilient than ever, filtering out the harmful effects of the simulated aura with ease.

With a final burst of energy, Gojo deactivated the dummies and let out a deep breath. "Done," he announced, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

Masamichi and Geto approached, their expressions a mix of pride and relief. "Excellent work, Gojo," Masamichi praised. "But remember, this was just a simulation. The real challenge awaits."

Gojo nodded, the gravity of the situation settling over him once more. "I know. But I'm ready."

As night fell, the dojo grew quiet. Gojo retreated to his quarters, his mind racing with thoughts of the mission. He knew that the girl they were sent to save was dangerous, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for her. She was a victim of circumstances beyond her control, and he was determined to help her regain control of her life.

The next morning, Gojo rose early, his body still sore from the previous day's training. He donned his uniform and met Geto and Masamichi in the main hall.

"Today, we set out," Masamichi announced. "The skyscraper where the girl is hiding is one of the tallest buildings in Tokyo. It's been abandoned for years, which makes it the perfect place for her to isolate herself."

Gojo and Geto exchanged a glance, their resolve firm. "We'll bring her back," Gojo declared, his voice steady.

Masamichi nodded, his expression serious. "Remember, this mission is not just about subduing her. It's about understanding her and helping her regain control. Approach with caution and empathy."

With a final nod, the trio set out, the weight of their task heavy on their shoulders. As they made their way through the bustling streets of Tokyo, Gojo's thoughts drifted to the girl. He wondered what she was feeling, what fears and anxieties plagued her. He hoped that, through their efforts, they could bring her some semblance of peace.

The towering skyscraper loomed in the distance, its dark silhouette a stark contrast against the bright morning sky. As they approached, Gojo felt a surge of determination. This was it. The mission that would test his skills, his resolve, and his compassion.

They entered the building, the air thick with dust and the echoes of a once-bustling metropolis. Gojo's senses were on high alert, every step bringing them closer to the girl. He could feel her presence, a faint but distinct energy that pulsed through the building.

As they ascended the floors, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. Gojo's Infinity barrier shimmered around him, a constant reminder of the danger that lay ahead. They reached the top floor, the air heavy with tension.

"This is it," Gojo murmured, his eyes fixed on the door at the end of the hallway. He could feel the girl's energy intensifying, a palpable sense of fear and anger radiating from the room beyond.

With a deep breath, Gojo stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side. He knew that this mission was about more than just defeating a powerful adversary. It was about reaching out to someone in need, offering a hand of understanding and compassion.

As he pushed open the door, he felt a surge of adrenaline. The real challenge was just beginning.

The door creaked open, revealing a vast, dimly lit room. The space was barren, save for the occasional piece of discarded furniture and the layers of dust that blanketed the floor. The oppressive energy of Y/N's aura was unmistakable, a chilling reminder of the danger that lay ahead.

Gojo stepped inside, his senses heightened. He could feel the air hum with a sinister energy, the kind that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He knew he had to remain focused, to rely on the training and modifications he had worked so hard to perfect.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice echoing through the empty room. "I'm here to help you."

There was no immediate response, but Gojo could sense her presence growing stronger. She was close, watching him, waiting to see what he would do next. He took another step forward, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, the door behind him slammed shut with a force that rattled the walls. Gojo didn't flinch. He knew this was Y/N's way of asserting dominance, trying to intimidate him. But he was prepared for this, his resolve unshaken.

"Show yourself," Gojo demanded, his voice calm but authoritative. "I know you're scared, but you don't have to be."

A figure emerged from the shadows, her form silhouetted against the faint light that filtered through the grimy windows. Y/N stood before him, her eyes blazing with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound strong.

"My name is Satoru Gojo," he replied, taking a cautious step closer. "I'm here to help you gain control of your abilities."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, suspicion etched on her face. "Why should I trust you? You're just like the others, here to capture me and hand me over to my father."

Gojo shook his head, his expression softening. "I'm not here to hurt you. I know what your father has done, and I understand why you're scared. But running away and hiding isn't the answer."

Y/N's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and sadness. "You don't know anything about me. You don't know what it's like to live in constant fear, to have your own father turn against you."

Gojo took another step forward, his tone gentle. "You're right, I don't know what that's like. But I do know what it's like to feel alone, to be afraid of your own power. I want to help you, Y/N. I want to help you find a way to control your abilities so that you can live without fear."

There was a moment of silence as Y/N considered his words. The tension in the room was palpable, a delicate balance between trust and suspicion.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn photograph. He handed it to Y/N, who took it with trembling hands. It was a picture of her as a child, smiling and carefree, before her powers had manifested.

"Your father gave me this," Gojo explained. "He said it's the only thing he has left of you. He wanted me to use it to remind you of who you are, and to show you that there are people who care about you."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she stared at the photograph. Memories of a happier time flooded her mind, and for a moment, the fear and anger that had consumed her seemed to fade away.

Gojo stepped closer, his voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to be afraid anymore, Y/N. I'm here to help you, and I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "What if I hurt you? What if I can't control my powers?"

Gojo smiled, his confidence unwavering. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. I've trained for this, and I believe in you. Together, we can find a way to control your abilities and stop your father from hurting you any further."

Y/N took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. "Okay," she said, her voice steadier. "I'll trust you."

Gojo nodded, his heart swelling with determination. "Thank you. Now, let's get to work. We have a lot to do."

As they began to formulate a plan, Gojo couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. This mission was more than just a test of his abilities; it was an opportunity to make a real difference in someone's life. And he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that he had the strength and determination to succeed.

The night was calm, the quiet streets of Tokyo illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. Gojo and Geto moved with purpose, their destination clear in their minds. The skyscraper loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the night sky. It was an imposing structure, once a symbol of wealth and power, now an eerie reminder of the mission that lay before them.

"We're almost there," Geto murmured, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

Gojo nodded, his focus unwavering. "Remember, our primary goal is to understand her abilities and help her regain control. We need to approach this with caution and empathy."

As they reached the entrance of the skyscraper, Gojo felt a chill run down his spine. The building was abandoned, its windows dark and its halls silent. It was the perfect hiding place for someone seeking to escape the world.

They stepped inside, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty lobby. The air was thick with dust, and the faint scent of decay lingered in the air. Gojo's Infinity barrier shimmered around him, a constant reminder of the danger that awaited them.

"This place gives me the creeps," Geto muttered, his eyes darting around the shadows.

Gojo smiled, his confidence unshaken. "Stay focused, Geto. We're here to help her, remember?"

Geto nodded, his resolve firming. "Right. Let's do this."

They made their way to the elevator, which, unsurprisingly, was out of order. With a resigned sigh, they began their ascent up the stairs, each step bringing them closer to their goal. The climb was arduous, the weight of their mission heavy on their shoulders.

As they neared the top floor, Gojo could feel the oppressive energy of Y/N's aura growing stronger. It was a palpable force, a sinister presence that seemed to permeate the very air around them.

"She's close," Gojo whispered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the hallway.

Geto nodded, his expression serious. "Be careful, Gojo. We don't know what she's capable of."

Gojo took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation ahead. "I'll handle this. Stay behind me and be ready to support if things go south."

They reached the door at the end of the hallway, the source of the malevolent energy that had been haunting them. Gojo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mixture of adrenaline and determination fueling his every move.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice steady. "It's Gojo. I'm here to help you."

There was a moment of silence, followed by the faint sound of movement from within the room. Gojo placed a hand on the door, his Infinity barrier shimmering with anticipation.

"I'm coming in," he announced, pushing the door open.

The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the grime-covered windows. Y/N stood in the center, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. The air around her hummed with a dangerous energy, a testament to the power she struggled to control.

"Stay back," she warned, her voice trembling.

Gojo held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm not here to hurt you, Y/N. I want to help you."

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, the tension in the room thickening. "Why should I believe you? Everyone else just wants to use me."

Gojo took a cautious step forward, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm different. I know what your father has done, and I understand your fear. But hiding and hurting yourself won't solve anything. Let me help you gain control of your abilities."

Y/N's gaze softened, the fear in her eyes giving way to a glimmer of hope. "You really think you can help me?"

"I do," Gojo replied, his confidence unwavering. "But I need you to trust me. Together, we can find a way to control your powers and stop your father from hurting you."

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll trust you."

Relief washed over Gojo, but he knew the real challenge was just beginning. They had taken the first step, but there was still much work to be done. He turned to Geto, who had been watching the exchange from the doorway.

"Geto, let's start setting up," Gojo instructed. "We need to create a safe environment for her to practice controlling her abilities."

Geto nodded and moved to gather the equipment they had brought with them. As they worked, Gojo couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. This mission was about more than just stopping a dangerous adversary; it was about offering a hand to someone in need and helping them find their way.

As the preparations continued, Y/N watched them with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. For the first time in a long while, she felt a spark of hope. With Gojo and Geto by her side, she dared to believe that she could regain control of her life. She beings looking out the window finding a sense of hope within the city, buildings and the people below.

[covahno]

You - Part 6 (Cliff hanger?)

[NSFW TEXT & IMAGES] - WARNING

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Complete

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

The atmosphere at the dojo is lively and festive as preparations for the annual Jujutsu High Festival begin. The festival is a time of celebration, camaraderie, and friendly competition, and it provides a welcome break from the intense training and missions. Gojo announces that this year's festival will include a series of challenges designed to test both individual and team skills.

"You've all worked incredibly hard," Gojo says, his tone light but encouraging. "This festival is a chance to showcase your abilities and have some fun. Remember, it's not just about winning; it's about enjoying the experience and supporting each other."

The festival kicks off with a parade, the students and faculty of Jujutsu High marching through the streets in colorful costumes. The air is filled with laughter and excitement, and you feel a sense of pride and belonging as you march alongside your teammates.

The first event is a series of sparring matches, and the excitement is palpable as students face off in friendly competition. You find yourself paired with Yuta for your first match, and the two of you exchange a nod of mutual respect before the fight begins.

The match is intense, each of you pushing the other to your limits. Yuta's powerful curse technique is formidable, but you counter with your adaptive technique, dodging and countering his attacks with precision. The crowd cheers as you exchange blows, the thrill of the fight filling you with exhilaration.

The sparring match ends in a draw, both of you standing tall and smiling despite the exhaustion. The crowd applauds, and you feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Yuta extends a hand, and you shake it firmly, a bond of mutual respect solidified through the competition.

"That was incredible, Y/N," Yuta says, his voice filled with admiration. "You're an amazing fighter."

"Thanks, Yuta. You too," you reply, feeling a surge of gratitude for his kind words.

As the day progresses, you participate in various events, each one designed to test different aspects of your skills and teamwork. There's an obstacle course that requires agility and quick thinking, a target practice challenge that tests your precision, and a puzzle-solving event that requires strategy and collaboration.

Throughout the festival, you and your teammates support each other, cheering each other on and offering encouragement. The bond you've formed through countless hours of training and missions is evident in every interaction, and you feel a deep sense of pride in being part of such an incredible team.

One of the highlights of the festival is the team relay race, a challenging course that requires speed, coordination, and trust. You and your teammates line up at the starting line, the excitement and anticipation palpable.

The relay race begins, and you sprint forward, your heart pounding with adrenaline. The course is filled with obstacles that test your agility and coordination, but you navigate them with ease, your training and instincts guiding you.

As you reach the first checkpoint, you pass the baton to Yuji, who takes off with incredible speed and determination. The crowd cheers as he leaps over hurdles and dodges obstacles, his movements fluid and powerful. He passes the baton to Megumi, who uses his shikigami to navigate the more complex parts of the course with precision and skill.

Nobara takes the baton next, her fierce determination evident in every stride. She tackles the obstacles with relentless energy, her eyes fixed on the finish line. Finally, she passes the baton to Yuta, who sprints forward with unwavering focus, his curse technique providing an extra boost of speed and power.

You cheer loudly as Yuta crosses the finish line, securing a victory for your team. The sense of accomplishment and camaraderie is overwhelming, and you celebrate with your teammates, the bond you share stronger than ever.

As the sun sets and the festival winds down, Gojo gathers everyone for a closing ceremony. "Today was about more than just competition," he says, his tone filled with pride. "It was about celebrating our journey, our growth, and the bonds we've formed. You've all done incredibly well, and I couldn't be prouder."

The festival ends with a spectacular fireworks display, the night sky lit up with vibrant colors. You and your teammates watch in awe, the beauty of the moment a perfect reflection of the joy and camaraderie you've experienced throughout the day.

As the fireworks fade and the crowd begins to disperse, you find yourself walking through the festival grounds with Yuji. The night is quiet now, the festive energy replaced with a sense of calm and contentment.

"Today was amazing," Yuji says, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm so grateful to be part of this team, and to have someone like you."

You smile, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "I feel the same way, Yuji. We've been through so much together."

Yuji nods, his expression thoughtful. "No matter what challenges we face, I know we'll get through them as long as we stick together."

The moment is tender and heartfelt, the bond between you and Yuji growing even stronger. As you continue to walk, you both begin flirting with each other shooting sexual dares at each other.

You can tell Yuji is excited at the thought of it but to shy to act on it.

You want him, and you want him now. "Yuji, follow me" "What? I already a-" You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him to a dark ally way deeper in the less busy parts of the festival. You throw him up against the wall causing Yuji's face to turn red and show his excitement. They began kissing in a sloppy and rushed manner with very little warning.

Y/n couldn't believe the intensity of the moment as she felt Yuji's hands under her skirt, exploring the wetness that had pooled between her legs. The excitement of being in a hidden spot at the festival only added to the thrill, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers slid against her sensitive folds. The world outside the sanctuary of their makeshift hideaway faded away, replaced by the sound of their heavy breathing and the frantic beating of their hearts. His touch grew bolder, and you responded by gripping his shirt, pulling him closer, urging him to keep going. The warmth of his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and she felt a rush of desire that was impossible to ignore.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached, and for a brief second, panic flashed through both their eyes. But instead of stopping, you leaned in and whispered fiercely into Yuji's ear, "Don't stop." your voice was filled with a need that was as surprising to you as it was to him. He hesitated, but you reached down and gave his erection a firm squeeze, silently conveying her determination. The footsteps grew louder, and just as they were about to pass, you decided to act. You threw of your top and with a swift motion, you unzipped his pants, freeing his eager cock from its pants slapping your face. He looked down at you, your eyes filled with blind lust, and before he could protest, you pushed him off him slightly and dropped to your knees. The urgency of the situation only added to the thrill, and you took him in your mouth, eager to taste him.

Yuji's eyes widened as he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloping him, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a moan. The danger of getting caught only heightened the sensations, and he felt his cock throb in response. Y/n began tentatively, your inexperience evident in the gentle way you licked and kissed the tip. But you were eager to learn, to give him what he wanted, and you took him deeper, your tongue swirling around the shaft as you grew more confident. His hands found their way to her hair, and he couldn't help but grip it slightly, guiding your movements. The footsteps grew fainter, but the threat remained, adding an exhilarating edge to their encounter.

Y/n felt a thrill run through her body as you stood up and threw her skirt up, revealing your ass and the damp patch on your panties to Yuji. His eyes darkened with a dominant hunger you hadn't seen before, and you found herself craving his touch even more. He didn't waste a moment, pulling your panties to your thighs and pushing you against the wall

he starts entering you with ease, thanks to your arousal. The initial sensation of his cock sliding into you was heavenly, the tightness of your pussy making him feel even larger and more potent. you bit your lip to keep from crying out as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to adjust to the fullness. But as the urgency grew, so did the force of his thrusts. He pulled your hair, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace, and you felt a rush of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. He spat in your mouth, and you swallowed laughing like a whore, the salty taste only adding to your excitement.

Before you knew it you took his cock in your hand and guided it to your ass, feeling the head of his shaft nudge against my tight hole. The thought of what they were about to do made her pulse race, and she couldn't help but moan out loud when he finally pushed inside.

He was gentle at first, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked his way in inch by inch. But once he was fully seated, he couldn't hold back. His grip on her hair tightened, and he began to pound into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars. She felt her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing more intense with every thrust causing you to moan loudly. And when he whispered "shush" in her ear, the respectful "yes sir" that slipped from her lips only served to excite him further.

Their movements grew more frenzied, their kisses more desperate as they approached climax. The sound of their skin slapping together was the only music to their 'dance', and the scent of their passion filled the small space. Y/n felt her walls tighten around him, her body begging for release. And when it came, it was explosive. They both cried out in unison, their bodies shaking with the force of their shared orgasm. He filled her ass with his warm cum, and she felt it spilling out around his cock, mingling with their sweat and juices.

As the aftershocks subsided, they stayed there, panting and trembling, kissing softly. They had crossed a line, but in that moment, all that mattered was the connection they had just shared, the raw intimacy that had bound them together in the shadows of the festival. They knew they couldn't stay like this forever, but for now, they reveled in the illicit pleasure of their secret.

But you pull your skirt up and run away from him in embarrassment.

That night, as you lay in bed, your mind is filled with thoughts of the future. But then you hear your door slam open. It's Yuji, but his demeanor is different? He eyes are seem cocky and he combs his hair with his hand while his other is in his pocket. "I know we had sex but I didn't think he'd just come in without knocking and acting like he owned the place." I thought. As he got closer and the darkness left his face I noticed black markings on his face and a oddly dark aura hovering over his presence.

"What the fuck" I said out loud. "Ahhhh, fine! I'll admit it, I don't blame yuji for choosing you but he could have at least let me know you looked like THIS" he says with a cocky smirk on his face. "Yuji what are you talking ab-" I ask. "Oh be quiet little lady, we have a lot to discuss" he uttered in a sinister tone.

Hope you guys enjoyed the story and the art work. Let me know if you if guys would like me to continue the story or do something different. I'm open to mostly anything so let me know!

[covahno]

You - Part 5

by COVAHtk

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Complete

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

The bond between you and your teammates grows stronger with each passing day. The rigorous training sessions and challenging missions have forged a deep sense of trust and camaraderie among you. Gojo's guidance continues to be invaluable, pushing you to your limits and beyond.

One morning, Gojo calls everyone together for an important announcement. "We've received reports of a powerful curse causing havoc in a nearby town," he says, his tone serious. "This mission will be challenging, but I have full confidence in your abilities. Prepare yourselves and we will have to cancel the upcoming tournament.

You and your teammates gear up, the weight of the mission settling over you. The journey to the town is filled with a tense silence, each of you lost in your thoughts and preparations. As you arrive, the sense of foreboding is palpable, the air thick with malevolent energy.

Gojo leads the way, his presence a reassuring beacon. "Remember, work together and trust in your training," he says, his voice calm but firm.

Your technique allows you to float effortlessly in the air, with complete control over every inch of the room. Your senses are heightened, observing the tiniest dust particles and the paths they take as you breathe deeply. The curse lunges at you, striking your head directly. Instantly, it is plunged into a nightmarish hallucination. The curse finds itself in a blank room with walls made of light brown wood, resembling the interior of a sauna.

The curse is bewildered, its environment transforming in an instant.

The temperature in the room rises relentlessly, causing the curse to become drenched in sweat. Thick, bristly hairs sprout from every millimeter of its skin, making even the slightest movement excruciatingly painful.

Its body begins to swell with layers of greasy, blubbery fat, expanding until it fills the cramped room. The curse's skin stretches and tears, leaking foul-smelling fluids.

Seconds pass for you, but for the curse, centuries drag on. It suffers in an unbearably hot, moist, and itchy environment, transforming into a grotesque, dense mass of fat, hair, and sweat. The curse's body oozes with pus and grime, the air thick with the stench of decay.

Every breath the curse takes becomes a laborious ordeal, its lungs struggling to expand against the crushing weight of its own grotesque bulk. The air, thick with the scent of sweat and decay, becomes harder to inhale, burning its throat with every gasp. The relentless itching drives the curse to claw at its own skin, nails tearing through the thick layers of fat and hair, peeling away flesh and exposing raw, bloody tissue beneath.

Its eyes bulge and water from the intense heat and pressure, vision blurring as it tries to make sense of its surroundings. The constant, maddening sensation of crawling insects beneath its skin only adds to its torment. The curse's ears fill with the cacophony of its own pained moans and the squelching sounds of its body shifting and oozing, a symphony of suffering that plays endlessly in the sauna-like prison.

After thousands of years of relentless torture, the curse's mind shatters, leaving it a brain-dead husk.

Your technique must have felt physical attacks would be waste of time and conjured up a new domain expansion.

Your Domain expansion ends causing the real body of the curse to fall to the ground on its knees. The curse still pulls breath but falls lifeless banging its head against the floor.

You stand there, breathing heavily, a sense of relief washing over you, having no clue what just happened. Gojo approaches, a proud smile on his face. we handled it. Let's head back and debrief."

As you make your way back to the dojo, the adrenaline begins to fade, you think about what happened to the curse when you touched it. This mission has tested you in ways you hadn't anticipated, but you've come through stronger.

Back at the dojo, Gojo gathers everyone for a debriefing. He praises the team's efforts and provides feedback on areas for improvement. As he speaks, you feel a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to learn and grow under his guidance.

The days following the mission are filled with a mix of intense training and moments of reflection. You and your teammates continue to push each other, driven by the desire to improve and protect those in need. The bond you share is unbreakable, each of you drawing strength from the others.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, you and Yuji decide to take a walk through the nearby forest. The night is clear, the stars twinkling above, and the gentle rustling of leaves creates a serene atmosphere.

As you walk, Yuji turns to you with a thoughtful expression. "Y/N, do you ever think about what the future holds for us?"

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. "All the time. I wonder what challenges we'll face and how we'll grow. But I know that as long as we're together, we can handle anything."

Yuji squeezes your hand, his gaze intense and sincere. "I feel the same way. I want us to face everything together, no matter what."

The moment is intimate and heartfelt, the bond between you and Yuji growing even stronger. As you walk back to the dojo, you feel a sense of peace and happiness that you’ve never experienced before.

[covahno]

You - Part 4

by COVAHtk

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Complete

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

The next few weeks at the dojo are a whirlwind of training and bonding. With each passing day, you feel yourself growing closer to your teammates, and the camaraderie you've built becomes an integral part of your life. Gojo's training sessions continue to push you to your limits, but the progress you've made is undeniable.

One morning, Gojo announces that a new student will be joining the dojo. "Everyone, I'd like you to welcome Yuta Okkotsu," he says, gesturing to a tall, serious-looking boy standing beside him. "Yuta has exceptional potential, and I'm sure he'll be a valuable addition to our team."

You and your teammates greet Yuta warmly, eager to help him settle in. As the days pass, you begin to see why Gojo has such high expectations for him. Yuta's curse technique is incredibly powerful, and his determination to improve is evident in every training session.

One afternoon, as you train together, Yuta approaches you with a hesitant smile. "Y/N, I've heard a lot about your curse technique. Do you think you could give me some tips on how to control mine better?"

You nod, feeling a sense of responsibility. "Of course, Yuta. Let's work on it together."

As you train with Yuta, you notice his genuine eagerness to learn and improve. You share insights and techniques, and in return, you learn a lot from his unique perspective. The bond you form with Yuta is built on mutual respect and a shared desire to grow stronger.

One evening, after a particularly intense training session, you and your teammates decide to take a break and relax in the dojo's garden. The night is clear, the stars twinkling above, and the soft rustling of leaves creates a serene atmosphere.

As you sit together, Yuji turns to you with a thoughtful expression. "Y/N, I've been thinking about how much we've all grown since you joined the dojo. It's amazing to see how far we've come."

You smile, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "I feel the same way, Yuji. We've been through so much together, and it's made us stronger."

Nobara nods in agreement. "We've faced a lot of challenges, but we've also built some incredible friendships. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Megumi, usually quiet and reserved, adds his own thoughts. "The bond we share is what makes us strong. As long as we have each other's backs, we can handle anything."

Yuta, listening quietly, smiles and nods. "I'm grateful to be a part of this team. You all have welcomed me so warmly, and I feel like I've found a second family here."

The conversation continues, filled with laughter and heartfelt moments. The sense of unity and friendship is palpable, and you feel a renewed determination to protect and support your teammates.

The next day, Gojo announces that there will be a special training exercise. "We're going to have a friendly competition," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's a great way to test your skills and build some healthy rivalry."

You and your teammates are divided into two teams, with Gojo overseeing the exercise. The competition involves a series of challenges designed to test your combat skills, strategy, and teamwork.

As the exercise begins, you find yourself on a team with Yuji, Megumi, and Yuta. The challenges are intense, requiring quick thinking and precise execution. Each member of your team brings their unique strengths to the table, and you work together seamlessly.

One of the challenges involves navigating a complex maze filled with traps and obstacles. Megumi's analytical mind proves invaluable as he guides the team through the maze, identifying potential dangers and devising strategies to overcome them.

Another challenge involves a series of combat scenarios against simulated curses. Yuji's strength and agility, combined with Yuta's powerful curse technique, make quick work of the enemies. You and Megumi provide support, coordinating your attacks and ensuring the team's safety.

The final challenge is a one-on-one sparring match between the team leaders. You find yourself facing off against Nobara, her fierce determination evident in her every move. The match is intense, each of you pushing the other to your limits.

As the sparring match progresses, you and Nobara exchange blows, your movements fluid and precise. The other students watch in awe as you demonstrate the skills and techniques you've honed through countless hours of training. Right as the fight is about to come ot an end your technique kicks in forcing your knees to bend to the ground dodging a lightning fast kick. Your arm moves it self to her ankle almost crushing it and pulling it downward causing her to crash on the dojo floor with a loud thud. Everyone in the dojo is caught of guard causing you to grow embarrassed.

Finally, Gojo calls an end to the match, and you both step back, breathing heavily but smiling nervously.

"Well done, everyone," Gojo says, his tone filled with compensating pride. "You've all shown great improvement and teamwork. Remember, it's not just about individual strength, but about working together as a team."

The competition leaves everyone in decent spirits. As you gather in the common room that evening, the conversation is filled with laughter and stories of the day's events.

Yuji turns to you with a grin. "That was intense, Y/N. You did great out there."

You smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks, Yuji. We all did."

Nobara, still catching her breath, nods in agreement. "Yeah, that was tough, but it was a lot of fun too."

Megumi, ever the strategist, adds, "These exercises are really helping us improve. We're becoming more cohesive as a team."

Yuta, who has been quietly observing, speaks up. "I'm really grateful to be a part of this. You all have taught me so much."

As the evening progresses, Gojo makes an announcement that surprises everyone. "I've arranged for a special training session with some of the top sorcerers from other schools," he says, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's a great opportunity to learn from the best and test your skills against some of the strongest sorcerers out there."

The news is met with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The opportunity to train with top sorcerers is incredible, but the prospect of facing such formidable opponents is daunting.

"Don't worry," Gojo says, sensing the apprehension. "You all have made incredible progress. I have no doubt that you'll do great."

[covahno]

You - Part 3

by COVAHtk

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Complete

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

The day of the special mission arrives, and the atmosphere in the dojo is charged with anticipation. Gojo gathers everyone in the main hall to brief the team on the mission details. The room is filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy as you and your fellow students prepare for the task ahead.

"Today, we face a high-level curse that has been causing havoc in a nearby industrial area," Gojo begins, his tone serious yet encouraging. "This mission will test all of your skills and your ability to work together as a team. Remember what you've learned and trust in each other."

You and your team—Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and a few other advanced students—gear up and head out to the mission site. The industrial area is vast, with towering buildings and narrow alleyways that create a maze-like environment. The air is thick with an ominous presence, and you can feel the malevolent energy of the curse lingering in the atmosphere.

As you move through the area, Gojo leads the way, his senses sharp and focused. "Stay close and be ready for anything," he instructs, his gaze scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of cursed energy sweeps through the area, and the ground trembles beneath your feet. The curse reveals itself—a massive, grotesque entity with multiple limbs and a horrifying visage. Its roar echoes through the industrial complex, sending a chill down your spine.

"Remember your training!" Gojo shouts, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, take the left flank. Y/N, you're with me on the right. Let's move!"

You spring into action, your heart pounding with adrenaline. Your curse technique activates instinctively, and you move with a fluid grace, dodging the curse's attacks and countering with your own. Gojo is a whirlwind of power beside you, his techniques dazzling in their effectiveness.

As you fight, you notice Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara working seamlessly together on the other side. Their teamwork is impeccable, each move coordinated with precision. You feel a sense of pride and determination, knowing that you are part of such a skilled and dedicated team.

The battle is fierce, each moment a test of your abilities and resolve. You can feel the strain, but you push through, driven by the knowledge that the safety of the area depends on your success. With Gojo's guidance and your team's support, you manage to land a series of powerful blows on the curse, weakening it.

Despite your efforts, the curse is resilient, its strength and size making it a formidable opponent. It lashes out with a particularly powerful attack, sending you and Gojo reeling. You hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the wind out of you.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Gojo asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod, struggling to catch your breath. "I'm fine. Just need a moment."

Gojo helps you to your feet, his expression determined. "We need to keep pushing. We can do this."

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the next phase of the battle. As you rejoin the fight, you feel a renewed sense of determination. Together, you and Gojo launch a coordinated attack, your combined efforts driving the curse back.

On the other side, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara continue to press the attack, their movements synchronized and relentless. You can see the strain on their faces, but they push through, their resolve unwavering.

Finally, with one last, powerful effort, you and your team manage to subdue the curse. Its monstrous form collapses, dissolving into nothingness as its cursed energy dissipates. You stand there, breathing heavily, a sense of relief washing over you.

Gojo turns to the group, a proud smile on his face. "Well done, everyone. That was a tough one, but we handled it. Let's head back and debrief."

As you make your way back to the dojo, the adrenaline begins to fade, replaced with a sense of accomplishment. This mission has tested you in ways you hadn't anticipated, but you've come through stronger and more confident.

[covahno]

You - Part 2

[NSFW ART]

by COVAHtk

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Ongoing

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

The next day, your training intensifies as Gojo pushes you all to your limits. Each session is designed to test your skills, endurance, and ability to adapt under pressure. You find yourself growing more comfortable with your curse technique, but there is still much to learn. During a break, you find yourself chatting with Megumi Fushiguro. His calm and composed demeanor contrasts sharply with the intensity of the training. "How are you holding up, Y/N?" Megumi asks, his tone gentle but probing. "It's challenging," you admit, "but I feel like I'm improving. Everyone here is so skilled; it's inspiring." Megumi nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You'll get there. Just remember, it's not just about raw power. Control and strategy are just as important." His words resonate with you, and you find yourself reflecting on them during the next training session. Gojo pairs you up with Nobara Kugisaki for some hand-to-hand combat practice. Nobara's fiery personality make her a intimidating opponent, and you quickly realize that you'll need to think on your feet to keep the fight fair and seem equal to avoid contempt.

"Don't go easy on me," Nobara warns with a smirk as you both take your positions. "I wouldn't dream of it," you reply, a smile on your face. The sparring match is fast, with Nobara launching a flurry of attacks that keep you on your toes. You dodge and counter, your movements becoming more fluid and precise.

As the match progresses, you begin to notice patterns in Nobara's attacks. Using the advice you gained from Megumi, you start to anticipate her moves without letting your technique do all the work, dodging and countering with increasing confidence but my technique still fighting against my small mistakes causing my style to look un natural. The match ends in a draw, both of you panting and smiling as you shake hands. "Not bad, Y/N," Nobara says, her eyes sparkling with approval. "You've got potential." "Thanks, Nobara," you reply, feeling a surge of pride. "You were amazing." The camaraderie and mutual respect among the students make the rigorous training sessions more bearable. Each day, you feel yourself growing stronger, not just in terms of your curse technique, but also in your confidence and sense of belonging. As the sun sets on another day of training, Gojo gathers everyone for a team meeting. His demeanor is unusually serious, and you can sense that something important is about to happen.

"Tomorrow, we're going on a special mission," Gojo announces, his gaze sweeping across the group. "This will be a real test of your abilities. You'll need to work together and stay focused. Remember, the goal is not just to defeat the curse, but to come back safely." You feel excitement and apprehension at his words. This will be your first real mission, and you know it will be a crucial test of everything you've learned so far. As you head back to your quarters, you can't help but feel a sense of nervousness building within you. That night, you lie awake, your mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming mission. You wonder what challenges you'll face and whether you'll be able to rise to the occasion. As sleep finally claims you, a dreams claims your mind. Your bedroom door opens and a conjured up version of yuji itadori walks in your room. you feel the out side temperature rush within the room and hit your backside causing to full turn your body in his direction. He slowly walks toward you as you ask what's he doing during this hour. As he grows closer you see the an angry expression on his face. "You like embarrassing me in front of all my friends and my sensei don't you?" "Of course n-" "You like making me look weak? You think your better then me?" "Yuji i-" "You know just because your a girl doesn't mean i cant be rough with you right?" "What's that supposed to even mean yuji?" I asked in genuine confusion. Yuji finally reaches the end of my bed and yells aggressively for me to get up. I subconsciously do as i'm told and quickly get out from under the covers and feel the rooms cold temperature punch my skin. Before I can say anything yuji grabs the collar of my shirt and pushes me against the bed. I catch my self with my hands and before im fully settled he pushes my body facing the wall. His demands are forceful and scary but I don't want him to stop. He grabs my sweatpants waist band and jerks them down to my knees exposing me. I feel his hands caress my ass and immediately grow goose bumps all over. I look back at him when I hear his zipper undo.

"he's really about to do it, he's really going to fuck me right here and right now in the middle of the night" Yuji slides my panties to the side and spits on his hands. He begins to rub my clit and the rest of my pussy sending immediate flush of ecstasy throughout my entire body. I feel his dick slap against me and all around my pussy. "Please don't tease me like that" I whisper quietly. He then puts his thick tip at the entrance and fights some natural friction before sliding right in at full force. I feel so full and I get wetter and warmer for each stroke. The clapping and moans reverberate off my small wooden walls. He grabs and yanks my hair pulling my head backward. A strong pain rushes through my body propelling me forward out of my bed. "ah man" I grunt disappointingly.

I stare out the window into the river for a few seconds gathering what I just dreamt before I remember I have a mission to get to first thing in the morning.

I throw myself out of bed, quickly put on my attire and rush out of my cabin while slightly adjusting my hair.

As you run to the dojo, you find the other students already gathered, their expressions a mix of determination and anticipation.

Gojo is there, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced with a more serious tone. He briefs the team on the details of the mission, emphasizing the importance of teamwork and caution. The mission is to exorcise a particularly dangerous curse that has been terrorizing a nearby town. It's a high-level threat, and everyone will need to be at their best to succeed.

As you gear up, Yuji approaches you, his face serious but kind. "Hey, Y/N, you ready for this?"

You nod, feeling a surge of confidence. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Yuji."

He smiles, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "We'll get through this together. Just remember what we've learned."

The team sets out, the journey to the town filled with a tense silence. Each step brings you closer to the confrontation, and you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. As you approach the town, Gojo stops the group, his gaze intense.

"Remember, stay together and watch each other's backs," he says, his voice firm. "This curse is dangerous, but we've trained for this. Trust in your abilities and in each other."

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the battle ahead. As you enter the town, the air feels thick with malevolent energy. The streets are eerily quiet, the usual bustle of daily life replaced with an oppressive silence.

Suddenly, the curse appears, its form grotesque and menacing. It lets out a chilling roar, its eyes locking onto your group with a predatory gaze. Gojo takes the lead, his presence commanding as he issues orders.

"Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, take the left flank. Y/N, you're with me on the right. Let's move!"

You follow Gojo's lead, your heart pounding in your chest. The curse lunges towards you, and you react instinctively, your curse technique activating. Your body moves with a fluid grace, dodging the curse's attacks and countering with your own. Gojo is a whirlwind of power beside you, his techniques dazzling in their effectiveness. Together, you push the curse back, but it's clear that this is no ordinary foe. Its strength and resilience are formidable, and you know that this will be a tough battle. As the fight rages on, you notice Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara holding their own on the other side. Their teamwork is seamless, each move coordinated with precision. You feel a sense of pride and determination, knowing that you are part of such a skilled and dedicated team. The battle is fierce, each moment a test of your abilities and resolve. You can feel the strain, but you push through, driven by the knowledge that the safety of the town depends on your success. With Gojo's guidance and your team's support, you manage to land a series of powerful blows on the curse, weakening it. Finally, with one last coordinated effort, the curse is defeated. It lets out a final, agonized scream before dissipating into nothingness. You stand there, breathing heavily, a sense of relief washing over you. Gojo turns to the group, a proud smile on his face. "Well done, everyone. That was a tough one, but we handled it. Let's head back and debrief." As you make your way back to the dojo, the adrenaline begins to fade, replaced with a sense of accomplishment. This mission has tested you in ways you hadn't anticipated, but you've come through stronger and more confident. Back at the dojo, Gojo gathers everyone for a debriefing. He praises the team's efforts and provides feedback on areas for improvement. As he speaks, you feel a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to learn and grow under his guidance. That night, as you lay in bed, your mind replays the events of the day. The thrill of battle, the camaraderie of your teammates, and the satisfaction of overcoming a formidable foe. You know that this is just the beginning of your journey as a Jujutsu sorcerer, and you are ready for whatever challenges lie ahead.

 The following day, the dojo is buzzing with excitement. Word of your team’s successful mission has spread, and the students are eager to hear the details. You find yourself the center of attention, your fellow trainees looking to you for inspiration and guidance. Yuji approaches you during breakfast, his eyes shining with pride. "You were amazing yesterday, Y/N. Everyone's talking about how you held your own against that curse." You smile, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction. "Thanks, Yuji. I couldn't have done it without all the training and support from everyone here." As the day progresses, you continue with your training, your confidence growing with each passing moment. Gojo's lessons become more advanced, pushing you to refine your techniques and develop your own unique style. The camaraderie among the students strengthens, and you find yourself forming close bonds with Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and the others. One afternoon, as you practice a particularly challenging technique, Gojo approaches you, his expression thoughtful. "Y/N, you've made incredible progress. Your curse technique is truly unique, and I believe you have the potential to become one of the greatest sorcerers of our time."

His words take you by surprise, and you feel a rush of emotions—pride, determination, and a hint of anxiety. "Thank you, Gojo-sensei. I'll do my best to live up to your expectations." He smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I have no doubt you will. Just remember, strength alone isn't enough. You must also be wise and compassionate. Balance is key." You nod, absorbing his advice. The path of a Jujutsu sorcerer is challenging, but you are determined to walk it with honor and integrity. As the weeks pass, you continue to grow and learn, your bond with Yuji deepening. You spend more time together, both in and out of training. One evening, after a particularly grueling session, the two of you decide to take a walk through the nearby forest to unwind. The forest is serene, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on the trees and the path ahead. You walk side by side, the silence between you comfortable and soothing. After a while, Yuji breaks the silence, his voice soft and sincere. "Y/N, I've been meaning to tell you something. Since you came to the dojo, you've inspired me in ways I can't even describe. Your strength, your determination...it's incredible. I feel like I can achieve anything when I'm with you." His words touch your heart, and you feel a warmth spreading through you. "Yuji, I feel the same way. You've been such a great friend and partner. I couldn't have come this far without you." He stops walking, turning to face you. In the moonlight, his eyes shine with a mix of emotions—admiration, respect, and something deeper. "Y/N, I think...I think I might be falling for you." The confession takes you by surprise, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. But as you look into Yuji's eyes, you realize that you've been feeling the same way. "Yuji, I...I feel the same. I didn't realize it until now, but I think I'm falling for you too." The moment is electric, the air between you charged with unspoken feelings. Slowly, hesitantly, Yuji reaches out and takes your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm glad," he says softly. "Let's take this one step at a time. Together." You nod, your heart pounding with excitement and hope. As you continue your walk, hand in hand, you know that this is just the beginning of a new chapter in your lives. Together, you and Yuji will face whatever challenges come your way, united by your growing bond and shared determination.

[covahno]

You - Part 1

by COVAHtk

[WITH NSFW ART]

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Ongoing

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

 

 You arrive at the Jujutsu High dojo, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. As you step inside, you see students engaged in intense training sessions, their bodies moving with precision and power. Among them, Yuji Itadori stands out with his unwavering determination and athleticism. His punches and kicks are swift, each strike echoing through the air. The dojo itself is vast, with high ceilings and traditional Japanese architecture. The wooden floors creak slightly under the weight of the students' movements, and the walls are adorned with scrolls and weapons, showcasing the rich history of Jujutsu sorcery. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of sweat and the faint aroma of incense, creating an environment that is both intense and serene.  As you stand at the entrance, a tall (and might I say very attractive) figure approaches you. Satoru Gojo, the most powerful sorcerer in japan and your new mentor, greets you with a charismatic smile. His white hair and blindfold give him an air of mystery, but his demeanor is relaxed and welcoming. "Welcome to Jujutsu High," Gojo says, his voice calm yet commanding. "I'm Satoru Gojo, and I'll be your instructor. I hear you have quite an interesting curse technique." You nod, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his presence. "Yes, I do. It's...unique." Gojo's smile widens. "Unique is good. It means you're special. Let's see what you've got." (a thought races through my mind; 'IS HE HITTING ON ME) He leads you to the center of the dojo, where the other students gather around. Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki watch curiously as Gojo introduces you.

 "This is Y/N," Gojo announces. "She's joining us today. Her curse technique is something extraordinary, but she needs to learn how to control it and improve her martial arts skills." Yuji steps forward, offering a friendly smile. "Hey, I'm Yuji Itadori. Nice to meet you." You smile back, feeling a bit more at ease. "Nice to meet you too." As Gojo begins your first training session, you realize just how much you have to learn. The dojo is a place of discipline and strength, and you are determined to prove yourself, despite your initial nervousness. The training is rigorous, pushing you to your limits. The other students are supportive, offering tips and encouragement. Megumi Fushiguro, with his calm and analytical approach, helps you refine your techniques, while Nobara Kugisaki, with her fiery determination, inspires you to push harder. Throughout the day, you find yourself frequently glancing at Yuji. His enthusiasm and determination are infectious, and you can't help but admire his dedication. As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the dojo, you feel a sense of belonging. This is just the beginning of your journey at Jujutsu High, and you are ready to face whatever challenges come your way. As the training session progresses, you begin to see the incredible diversity of abilities among your fellow students. Each one has their unique curse technique, and you realize just how much potential lies within this group. Yuji Itadori, with his immense physical strength and agility, stands out in particular.

Satoru Gojo observes your progress with a keen eye, offering guidance and advice as needed. His presence is both reassuring and intimidating, a reminder of the immense power and responsibility that comes with being a Jujutsu sorcerer. During a break, you find yourself standing beside Yuji, watching as the other students practice. He turns to you with a smile, his eyes full of curiosity and warmth. "So, Y/N, how are you finding the training so far?" he asks, his tone friendly and encouraging. "It's intense," you admit, wiping sweat from your forehead. "But I'm learning a lot. Everyone here is so skilled."

 Yuji nods, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, it's a tough environment, but we're all here to help each other. If you ever need anything, just let me know." His kindness touches you, and you feel a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, Yuji. That means a lot." The conversation is interrupted by Gojo, who claps his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone, gather around. We're going to do some sparring to test your skills and see how well you can adapt in combat." The students form a circle around the sparring area, and Gojo begins pairing everyone up. To your surprise, he pairs you with Yuji for your first sparring match. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you step into the center of the circle. "Remember, this is just practice," Gojo says, his tone serious. "But don't hold back. I want to see what you're capable of." You take a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. Yuji stands across from you, his stance relaxed but ready. You can see the determination in his eyes, and you know he's not going to go easy on you. "Let's do our best," Yuji says, giving you an encouraging nod. You nod back, steeling yourself for the fight. As Gojo signals the start of the match, you spring into action, your curse technique activating instinctively. Your body moves start to move on its own as your mind goes into a flow like state. Each attack thrown feels slow and pre-existent in a sense. Every time he almost touches me my body yanks it self in the correct spot to avoid the attack. You continually keep dodging Yuji's attacks and countering with your own. The sparring match is intense, each of you pushing the other to your limits. You can feel the eyes of the other students on you, their cheers and shouts of encouragement echoing in your ears. Despite the pressure, you find yourself enjoying the challenge, relishing the thrill of the fight. Yuji is a formidable opponent, his strength and speed unmatched. But you hold your own, your curse technique allowing you to adapt to his every move.

Yuji grows angry as he cant land a blow on you. You observe this fact by observing that his face is a bit blushed and red. "I should probably let him win for our relationships sake" i think to myself, plus its just a spar and nothing serious. Y/N lets her guard down and allows Yuji to take her to the floor. "That HURT," I instinctively thought to myself. Yuji grabs my wrist and pins me to the ground. His crotch rubs against my lower belly as he tightens his ground control. My mind is racing and body grows warm and fuzzy. Yuji notices the fight has slowed down and makes direct and strong eye contact with me with slight confusion. His face looks so innocent but all I can think about is him ripping my top off right here in front everyone and absolutely railing me right on the rugged wooden dojo floor. itadori notices you smile and begins to stand up to give you a hand up.

 

 Finally, Gojo calls an end to the match, and you both step back, breathing heavily but smiling. The other students applaud, and you feel a sense of pride swelling within you. "Well done, both of you," Gojo says, his expression approving. "Y/N, you have incredible potential. Keep working hard, and you'll become a great sorcerer." You smile, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words. As you and Yuji exchange a look.

[covahno]

Hey:)

〚19〛〚SHE/HER〛〚JJK〛

Title: Broken Chains

Description: Teenage (19) Satoru Gojo undertakes a mission to save Y/N(you), the daughter of Tokyo's richest man, who has lost control of her dangerous powers. As they help her regain control, they uncover and dismantle her father's corrupt empire. Through their journey, Gojo and Y/N form a strong bond ;)

〚COMPLETE SERIES〛

〚Parts 1 - 2〛✧〚Parts 2 - 3 (SMUT WITH NSFW ART)〛

Title: You. (Yuji Itadori x f!reader) (CHARACTERS AGED UP)

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to be become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

〚COMPLETE SERIES〛

〚Chapter 1〛✧〚Chapter 2〛✧ 〚Chapter 3〛✧〚Chapter 4〛✧〚Chapter 5〛✧〚Chapter 6 (FINAL SMUT〛