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nkogneatho · 1 year ago

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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒 (𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑷𝑪𝑳)

—cw: fem!reader, diabetes worth fluff, soft and protective dads, megumi, tsumiki as yours and toji's kids, mention of childhood trauma in geto's, dad jokes, not proofread

—a/n: I hope you shed a tear and laugh out loud. Don't let this flop. I actually wrote all of these from my personal emotions and experiences :)) Reblogs appreciated.

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TELL ME WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE DAD!!! ༊*·˚

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

All these jjk women clowning gojo makes me think his daughter roasts him at every chance she gets. It's not even on purpose. It's just wise words out of a child's mouth.

"Hana-chan~" he calls her in a sugar laced tone. "How do I look in this?" Satoru pointed towards the awful shirt he was wearing. The outfit was all over the place. It was so bad that even your five year old could tell it.

"Papa's good at fighting, not fashion." His jaw immediately dropped and he could hear you trying to control your laugh.

He knelt so he could be a little more closer to her height "Hana-chan, don't be mean to papa. It's making me cry."

"She's not being mean, baby. Just telling the truth. I'll divorce you if you wear that one more time," you stated, walking towards both of them.

"Oh yeah," he picks the five year old in his embrace, "I'd fight your lawyer. Daddy's the strongest. Right, hana-chan?"

"But you lost the argument to mama las' night." It was amazing how she can sounds so sweet while ripping your husband apart. You finally laughed out loud because you just couldn't control it.

You would expect Toru to put up an argument at times like this but he just giggles, and squeezes you both in a tight hug.

Yeah. He might be the strongest, but he'd always loose to his two girls.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 .ೃ࿐

Your four year old and seven year old were determined to surprise their daddy for father's day. Toji never credits himself. He does so much, but expects nothing back. The thought of "what my kids might gift me for father's day" doesn't even strike his mind. He goes out and sees all the decorations on the stores with big glittered alphabets spelling "happy father's day" that's how he comes to know about it. Yet, the man wouldn't expect anything. He knows you three love him. He just doesn't want anything in return. His love doesn't come at a price for you all to pay. So when he came home to utensils clanking to the ground, he was worried.

"Oné-san, no. That's not how I wanted you to write," megumi complained.

"Megumi, I am older. I know what to do." They both were trying to dominate each other on what to write on the cake. When they heard Toji's footsteps, the little boy pushed you towards the kitchen entrance.

"Mama, don't let papa come in now." You were laughing as you get kicked out of your own kitchen.

"Hey, sweetheart. I heard some noise. 's everything alright?" Toji gave you a quick peck after the question.

"Oh? Oh that yeah! Everything's fine. I just dropped the pan."

"Are ya hurt?" His eyes look completely concerned.

"Uh hun, I am fi—" before you could complete the sentence, your two cute munchkins came squealing, holding the little cake with small hands.

You moved your figure out of the way so your man can see what his kids made for him.

"Happy father's day, papa." They both wished him with a hearty smile. Toji was surprised. His heart suddenly warmed up to the feeling of the view in front of him. His two babies with flour patches on their tees, tsumiki's messy bun and megumi with cream near his lips, confirming he must've snuck in a taste when his sister was looking away. He wanted to cry.

You looked down and noticed there was a spelling mistake with the word "world" on the cake which was supposed to spell "to best daddy in the world"

"Gumi, Tsumiki, there's a mis—" Toji looked at you and shaked his head, speaking with his looks, telling you to not say it. He did notice it, but he didn't care about the mistake. All he wanted now was to gobble down the cake that his babies made. He pat them both on the head, ruffling their hair. "Thank you, little bears. Lesgo' enjoy this and then papa will take you and mama to the game world you like."

With the way he is looking at them, you're sure he'd eat that cake even if it was poison.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

Geto didn't think he'll ever have kids, but when he was gifted with twin girls, he claims he is the luckiest person alive ever since.

He loves spoiling his little girls. He takes them shopping, pampers them all the time, helps them learn their nursery rhymes. If they ever were to grow up being too bratty, you are prepared to blame him because he never scolds them. He would dare not to. But that is the thing about kids. You don't yell at them. You don't have to be so harsh. You just have to ease it in and make them understand how their wrongdoings can affect others, hurt others as well as themselves.

Something always triggered inside you when you saw him being soft with Rumi and Arohi. You wished you were treated that way in your childhood. You only thought about them being bratty if not yelled, because that's what your childhood was like.

You were working on some documents, when you heard the door unlocking. Rumi and Arohi walked in with their pink bunny bags on their back.

"Mama, we're home!!" they squealed and ran into your arms, as you quickly set the files aside.

"Aww, seems like you had fun without mama. Where's your dad?"

"There." They pointed at the 3 foot box with legs on the door.

"AH! OH MY GOD. Who are you? How did you get in?" Your mother instincts hid the girls behind your back, as you tried to find something to hit the man with.

"Y/N, NO. IT'S ME," the box monster yelled. He moved his head revealing his fox eyes and you could recognize him.

"Suguru? Oh dear."

"A little help please," his voice felt struggled. You quickly sprinted towards the door, and helped him trying to get the box on the floor only two reaveal all the bags he had behind him.

"Did you guys buy the whole store? And what's this? A lego set?"

"That's for you, mama," Rumi stated.

"Yes mama, we got it for you. The biggest one in the store," said Arohi, running towards her shopping bag filled with toys.

"Suguru, for me? Why?"

"Darling. I always see you doing so much for us," his palms now cupped your cheek. "It broke my heart when you told me that story when you wanted the lego set but the responsibile daughter in you felt you did nothing to achieve it so why ask for it. Well here you go."

"I still don't understand," you shaked your head.

"Y/n. It's okay to spoil yourself. You don't always have to work hard to give yourself a little love. These things that you wanted were always yours even if all you did was try." Tears started streaming down your eyes. You felt the seven year old girl in you finally smile.

"Rumi-chan. Arohi-chan. Let's play with mama's gift." All three started sabotaging the tapes and lables in the big blue box.

You felt happy to have this family. You know why he's a great father? Because Suguru doesn't care for two kids. He spoils three. Your daughters, and that little girl in you who wished to have all that you do today.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 .ೃ࿐

A man like nanami will always be a great father. No doubt. But here's one thing you probably don't know about Nanami Kento.

He's a full time salaryman, and part time comedian. Well...probably the worst one because his dad jokes are awful. You wanna know how it started in the first place, right? So it was when you were feeding the two year old the baby food, that you suddenly heard your phone ringing. Kento quicky replaced your place and took over the feeding as you walked towards the hall.

"Aww look at you. Aren't you the cutest baby in the world?" He took the spoon off the alligator cartooned bowl and extended it near her mouth. "Do you want to hear daddy's joke?"

Three mintues later you walked in two the sound of your little girl giggling and laughing. She's never laughed so loud.

"Oh my god. She's laughing."

"Yes. I made her laugh, beloved." Kento looked so happy with the biggest smile.

"Really? What did you do?"

"I said a joke." You luaghed too soon. Was that line a joke because Nanami Kento being comical? No. Impossible.

"I am sorry, baby. It's not true, right?"

"It is. You wanna see? Okay here we go." He moved his head back to harumi. "Harumi, do you know what do you call an alligator in a vest?" Your eyes were hooked on to them.

"An investigator." You couldn't believe your eyes nor your ears. She was really laughing. You chuckled too. Harumi must really loved his dad. Either that, or she has a poor sense of humor like the blonde in front of her.

Since then, Kento always collects dad jokes like pokemons and records her giggling.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 .ೃ࿐

Trust me or not, Sukuna is a great father. I'll tell you why. You don't see his protectiveness? Yeah he doesn't show much care on the surface, but you don't spot how he is always lurking behind you to whoop anyone's ass who tries to hurt his loved ones?

That's how Sukuna is even as a father. He wants his kids to stand up for themselves, but he'd always be having their back. To hold them and catch them if they trip.

"Oh they sure do grow up fast. You blink and they're already in college, y/n," your neighbor laughed with you. It was Akio's fifth birthday party.

"Everything looks great, but... " she scanned around, "don't you think pink theme is too girly for a boy? Especially the flower tiara on Akio's head.

You were irritated. How dare she say that? Unfortunately for her, Sukuna heard it and quickly walked to you. He kneeled to place the sanrio stickers on Akio's cheeks.

"Yeah so?" Your husband questioned the woman. "Who said pink is for just girls? And even if it was, there wouldn't be anything wrong with Akio liking it." The silence followed made it clear she didn't expect the clapback.

"Plus the tiara makes him look the cutest. Maybe you should try one. It's on the counter. You can surely use..." he eyed her head to toe"...some glow up.

She immediately rushed out of the door with her son and not apparently the counter. You three burst out laughing.

"Ugly Bitch telling my son what he should like."

"KUNA!" you slapped his back for swearing in front of your child.

"What?! Hey, if Akio ever wanted to call her that, I will galdy let it slide. In fact, I'll support him."

He might act like an immature kid sometime, but you know you had kids with the right person when he makes sure his children are raised in healthy environment.

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forest-hashira · 10 months ago

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Lucky Shot

I'M BACK AGAIN i have just been on a roll with writing lately but you know what? i'm not complaining lol. anyways, this is my second entry to @kentopedia's "Love Through the Ages" collab! you can find my first entry here, but be sure to keep an eye on the masterlist for the other entries!!! this is the first time i've written solo suguru/reader so. be nice to me pls. also plese check out this art by @/diosaurr! i had already started writing this fic when they posted it, but three separate people tagged me in it knowing i was writing the fic so i want everyone else to see it, too!

read on ao3 here | wc: ~2.7k | cw: fem! reader (i know who am i???), outlaw!suguru, saloon girl!reader, gun violence, mentions of blood/injury, mentions of death. if those things will upset you i suggest you give this one a pass!

Maybe you should have listened to your father after all.

He’d told you countless times that traveling west, especially without a family or close group to help you out and keep your best interests at heart, would be difficult at best and dangerous at worst. Especially for a young unmarried woman such as yourself.

But you had always been headstrong and stubborn, and your father had always been a worrier, so you assumed he was exaggerating to discourage you, his eldest daughter, from following your dream and going out west. You secretly saved up money for months, and at the first given opportunity to leave your family and head west, you’d taken it, leaving only a goodbye note for your parents and younger siblings when you slipped from the house in the early hours of the morning.

Turns out, your father wasn’t exaggerating. Joining a party as a solo traveler had proven even more difficult and dangerous than you could have anticipated. You managed to make it out west, just like you wanted, but you had no money to your name, only the clothes on your back and two other outfits in a bag as you walked through the town, wandering from business to business, asking for work; you’d nearly wept with relief when the saloon owner said you looked like you could have some potential as a saloon girl, after you cleaned up.

He’d provided you a boarding room above the saloon and a new outfit – the ones you had weren’t up to his standards – up front, and while you appreciated it, you also knew he’d be taking that out of your pay until he decided those things were covered, which you could only guess would be never.

Despite the strings that came attached to your new job, things weren’t all bad. You got to know people in the town pretty quickly – the ones that frequented the saloon, anyways – and you were always in the loop about local “news”, most of which was just gossip.

One character of particular interest in the local gossip was a man named Geto Suguru. When you’d asked what was so interesting about him, you’d gotten some questioning looks, until you’d said you had only just recently moved out west. After you were shown his wanted poster, though, you began to understand.

He was one of the most – if not the most – attractive man you’d ever seen. Dark hair that fell past his shoulders; thin, almost cat-like eyes; and even in the poster, there was a sly look on his face.

Not only that, but he was wanted for robbing stagecoaches, stealing money and jewelry from rich people who gave into his – apparently – intimidating presence. He was also known for spending that money generously in towns all over the west supporting local businesses; plenty of women from across the state also bragged about the jewelry he would gift them, simply because he thought it looked good on them.

After spending weeks hearing stories – that you were certain had to be at least a little exaggerated – about this pretty outlaw and staring at his wanted poster, you resigned yourself to the fact that you would never see him with your own eyes.

So you couldn’t have been more surprised when you watched the man himself walk into your saloon without any sort of fanfare or dramatics and sit at the bar.

You stared at him, eyes wide, until he gave you a small smile.

“I’ve heard you’ll catch flies if you leave your mouth open too long,” he said, smooth voice lilting with amusement.

Realizing he meant you, you quickly snapped your mouth shut, your whole face burning with embarrassment. “You try meeting a living legend when you’ve only lived in the area for a couple months, see how you react,” you snapped back. When you realized what you’d said, you opened your mouth to apologize, but stopped when you saw the way his eyes sparkled with interest, one perfect brow arched in your direction.

“Feisty, aren’t we?” he chuckled. “I think I like you already, new girl.”

“What do you want to drink?” You turned away from him to grab a glass, hoping he didn’t pick up on how flustered you were over the nickname.

“Surprise me.”

You straightened at that, and now it was your turn to arch a brow as you looked him over. His expression never wavered, his head tilted slightly as he waited to see what you decided to serve him.

With a quiet huff, you turned your back to him, looking over your selection of liquors. Part of you wanted to serve him the cheapest, nastiest drink you carried, just to see if he would actually drink it or demand another drink, but ultimately you decided against it. Instead, you reached for the top shelf, grabbing the unopened bottle of some fancy imported scotch your boss had just gotten in a couple days before.

“Opening a bottle just for me?” Geto asked, still with that playful tone. “Well now I feel special.”

“Don’t make me change my mind,” you threatened, turning as if to put the bottle back in its place.

He held up his hands, as if in surrender, and you set the bottle down on the bar to grab a glass, though you took a brief moment to admire how strong even just his hands looked.

Setting the glass in front of him, you broke the seal on the bottle, then intentionally poured him about three times as much of the amber liquid as you were supposed to. Your boss could yell at you about it later.

Geto lifted the glass, tipping it towards you slightly in thanks, before taking a sip.

Just as you were about to speak to the outlaw in front of you again, the saloon doors swung open in your peripheral vision, and you looked up to see the sheriff walking towards the bar.

“Afternoon, sheriff,” you greeted him, glancing briefly at Geto to see what his reaction was, and you were only a little surprised that he had no reaction at all. “Your usual?”

The sheriff tipped his hat to you, sitting down at the opposite end of the bar from the bandit. “Please and thank you.”

With a nod, you placed the bottle of scotch on the counter behind the bar, then grabbed another glass and the brand of whiskey the sheriff always drank. You walked down the length of the bar, setting the glass in front of him and pouring his drink – the expected amount of liquor for him, unlike the bandit down the bar – before you walked away to put the bottle back.

You felt hyper-aware of the two customers at the bar, worried that any second now the sheriff would recognize the outlaw and all hell would break loose, especially when the other patrons at the tables in the building were always itching for some sort of fight, just because they thought it was entertaining.

In the end, though, it wasn’t the sheriff that recognized Geto, it was another customer that walked up to the bar to get another drink.

“You look familiar,” the man drawled, narrowing his eyes as he analyzed Geto’s face as best as his intoxicated mind could manage.

“I get that a lot,” the outlaw answered evenly, not sparing the man a second glance.

“No, I’ve definitely seen you somewhere before…” he trailed off, scowling, his gaze wandering until it landed on the handful of wanted posters hung on the wall beside the bar. His eyes lit up with recognition, and you swore you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

“You’re that stagecoach robber!” the man exclaimed, turning back to Geto; out of the corner of your eye you saw the sheriff turn to face the commotion.

Shit, this is bad, you thought, placing the man’s beer on the bar in front of him, though he was far beyond caring about the drink anymore.

“I’m pretty sure you have no proof of that.”

“That’s your face on the poster,” the man insisted, then turned his attention to you. “Don’t you think?”

“It looks like it could be a lot of people,” you replied lamely, grimacing at how obvious of a lie it was.

The man scowled at you. “Shoulda known better than t’ask a whore,” he spat, slurring his words a bit. “Whores always lie.”

Almost before he finished speaking, Geto grabbed the man’s collar and slammed his face down onto the bar. “Apologize to her,” he said, voice calm but eyes sharp with anger.

You blinked in surprise at what had just happened, and once you processed what had been said to you, you found that you were quite offended, and also quite pleased that this outlaw had taken up for you so quickly.

“Like hell!” the man protested, struggling against Geto’s hold. Even with his head forcibly pressed to the bar top, though, the man managed to pull his gun from his holster.

The scene before you seemed to slow impossibly for a moment: the sound of the gun cocking, seeing it aimed at Geto, the man’s finger going for the trigger. Then suddenly everything was back to normal speed, and the outlaw used his free hand to shove the gun to no longer be aimed at him just as the trigger was pulled.

You turned your head to see where it landed, and you watched in horror as a wound burst into existence in the sheriff’s shoulder, blood soaking into his shirt in an instant. He let out a shout of pain, clutching at the wound with his hand.

“You rat bastard!” the man shouted, working to cock his gun and aim it at Geto again, but the outlaw was quicker, pulling out his own gun, pressing it to the man’s ribs, and shooting him almost before you could process what he was doing.

There was a wet gasping sound from the man, and when Geto’s hold on his collar was finally released, he dropped unceremoniously to the floor, his gun sliding out of his hand. You couldn’t tell if he was dead yet or not, but he certainly wasn’t making any effort to get off the floor.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the sheriff draw his own gun and aim it, but it was in his non-dominant hand, so the bullet did not hit the robber as the sheriff intended; instead, it shattered the whiskey glass on the bar in front of you, and you dropped to the ground in fear.

With your hands over your head, you kept as low as you could. You couldn’t see what was happening anymore, but from what you could hear, at least half of the other patrons of the saloon had joined in the gunfight. Stray bullets hit the wall behind the bar, shattering multiple bottles of liquor, including the fancy bottle of scotch. My boss is going to be so pissed, you thought, an oddly practical thought to have in the midst of hiding and praying you weren’t accidentally shot.

Almost as if summoned by your thoughts, a bullet tore through the front of the bar, sticking in the cabinet about six inches from your head. With a shriek, you scrambled aside, towards the end of the bar; maybe if you were lucky, there would be time for you to slip out of the building without being caught in the crossfire.

You scanned the building as quickly as you could while keeping yourself hidden, not wanting to make yourself any more of a target than you already were. Bullets were still flying, leaving no chance for your escape, and you cursed under your breath; you were going to be stuck here until everyone ran out of ammo.

As you looked around, you noticed the first man that Geto had shot, a pool of blood slowly growing beneath his torso. His chest still rose and fell slightly, but his eyes were glassy; he was alive, but he was not long for this world. Suddenly, you remembered that he had dropped his gun when he had fallen, and you scanned the area around him for it, finding it a foot or so from his outstretched hand.

Deciding to run the risk of getting shot, you lunged for it, gripping it tightly in your hand once it was in your grasp. You’d never held a gun in your life, much less shot one, but having this one in your possession made you feel a little less cornered, a little less helpless.

Daring a glance upward, you saw that Geto had turned so that his back was to you and another corner of the saloon. Another patron had somehow managed to sneak around into the outlaw’s blind spot, and was clearly gearing up to shoot him in the back of the head. Knowing you couldn’t just sit there and watch it happen, you fumbled with the gun, your sweaty hands failing to pull back the hammer twice before you succeeded. With no clue how to accurately aim the weapon, you pointed it at his leg, squeezing your eyes shut as you pulled the trigger.

A shout of pain a moment later indicated that you had hit… someone, and you quickly opened your eyes again to make sure you hadn’t somehow hit Geto by accident. Thankfully, you hadn’t. The man you’d been aiming at had taken the shot to his knee – which actually had been what you were hoping to hit when you fired – bringing him down to the floor on one knee.

The shout was enough to alert the outlaw to the threat behind him, and he wasted no time spinning around and drilling him between the eyes. He slipped his guns – you saw now that he had two, rather than one like you had first thought – back into their holsters as the last man’s body dropped to the floor.

Once there was no longer another person blocking you from his view, Geto blinked in surprise, smiling as he stepped over the body and crouched down in front of you.

“You shot him?” he asked, his eyes glinting. The sight made you realize you’d been wrong before, when you’d thought his eyes were catlike in his wanted poster; in person they were foxlike, sharp and intelligent and clever.

“I-I, uh… yeah, I shot him.”

“Have you ever fired a gun before?”

“Not until just now.”

He glanced over his shoulder, taking in the bulletwound squarely in the side of the man’s knee. “You’re a good shot,” he observed, turning back to face you.

“Uh… thanks?”

He chuckled then, a low, smooth sound that made your stomach cartwheel. “You’re welcome.” A beat passed, then another, as he examined your face, though you were unsure what he was looking for.

“What?” you demanded, scowling at him despite the way your hands were still shaking.

“You should come with me.”

“Huh?”

“You should come with me,” Geto repeated easily. “I think you’d be a good addition to my crew. Besides, it really won’t be a good look for you if people come in and see you here with a gun after I get the hell out of here.” There was a slight smirk tugging at his lips, and despite the fact that you probably should have taken his words as a threat, you didn’t.

“What the hell,” you sighed. “It’s not like I have anyone keeping me here.”

“Wonderful,” he said, offering you a hand up off the floor, which you readily accepted. “Get what you need from your room and meet me outside. Be quick, my guess is that someone will come to investigate all the noise sooner rather than later.”

You nodded, brushing broken glass from your dress and your hair as you hurried towards the stairs, unable to hide the grin tugging at your own lips.

Maybe not listening to your father had been the right decision after all.

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covahno · 5 months ago

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Broken Chains - Parts 2 - 3 (SMUT)

[MULTI-PARAGRAPH SMUT WITH NSFW ART]

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.

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