#lawyer gojo

[madamechrissy]

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- Fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, breeding kink, classroom sex, professor/student, public sex

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 9.5k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 7 - Masterlist

Chapter 8

Professor Gojo… has a yardstick.

Yep.

His tousled white hair catches the lights above, and your legs cross and un cross as he smirks, tapping this damn yardstick on the floor as students are asking him questions about the exam. His eyes keep flitting to you, bright blue and hungry, as hungry as you are for him. Fuck just a week of no sex has killed you both, but Dean Yaga had Satoru swamped lately.

Now he has to tempt you, doesn’t he, as he leans against the wooden desk so nonchalantly, jacket slung across his shoulder like he’s a whole model. Well, he literally was model worthy, wasn’t he? His pretty features, his gorgeous little grin as he laughs at the questions coming his way, and the gaze lands on you again before he begins the class, sending shivers down your spine.

Ugh… he’s hot.

“I’ll be asking some questions, and the first to answer them all correctly gets the chance to come with me to a trial I’m doing next week. You won’t be doing anything but observing, but…” Everyone gasps at the news, and you tense at the idea of having time to be alone with Satoru again.

You all had stolen kisses, touches, endless nudes and sexting, and phone sex but fuck it wasn’t the same, not after the man had cum inside you six damn times in one weekend. Not after you remember how good it felt to be in his strong arms, falling asleep near him, your sleep was so shit now, as if you never knew just how comfy it would be.

“Now, remember you have to answer them all right. One wrong one and we go to the next person. Let’s start simple. What is the standard of proof required in a criminal case?”

You raise your hand, but so do several others, and Satoru laughs a bit, pointing at one of the boys in class. “Beyond a reasonable doubt,” He answers, and Satoru hums, as you tense, feeling your heart race.

“Correct,” he responds, his pretty full lips curling into that cocky grin. “But let’s see if you can handle something a bit trickier. How would you apply that standard in a case of alleged assault?”

“Well…” He trails off, and then Satoru sighs at his answer.

“No, not quite, but good job.” He walks up and pats his shoulder, the girls in class swoon. Anyone else care to try?”

“Ooh, me, me!” Satoru laughs at your enthusiasm and you flush, as some of the girls giggle a bit, sympathetically.

“Yes, yes, you. Answer how we would apply that in such a case.” He stands right next to you, big hand gripping the yardstick, and your mouth waters, you clear your throat, focusing as he wrecks your brain.

“In such a case, Professor Gojo, the prosecution must show intent, and present evidence beyond a reasonable doubt that supports this claim.”

“Very good.” You exhale a bit, but then tense as he opens his mouth. Shit, that was just one question! “Let’s be real though, providing intent is just a huge moral gray area. And hard as fuck to show. Challenging for a young prosecutor such as yourself, hmm?”

He purrs those damn words, his eyes glinting, and he’s stroking the yardstick, an amused smirk on his face, and you picture it, you bent over his big desk, smacked until your cheeks are red. Soaking wet, begging for more, and fuck as you look at Satoru’s hands you…

Shit you need to stop!

“The burden is on the prosecution, which would be me absolutely. So if I fail to establish intent, then I haven’t met the standard of proof, and the defendant could be acquitted. But there is circumstantial evidence as well to consider.” You speak so quickly, nervous, heart fucking racing. But Satoru tilts his head, humming.

“Ah, very interesting, and correct. But, let’s push it further.” His tone gets a little more stern, and he’s twirling that damn yardsitck, and fuck him because he knows what he’s doing…

He’s not making it easy.

“Go for it, Professor Gojo.” You smirk then, and he raises a brow, as you garner looks from the class. No one really ever challenged Gojo, but if he was going to play ball you’d play back.

“Ah, so eager … to learn. Love it.”

You’re soaked.

Professor Dickhead and Toru were two different men, surely, because he was all Professor at this moment, and your body reacts violently. “I am eager… to learn, Professor, absolutely.”

You watch his nostrils flare with your teasing, then he clears his throat, walking back down the steps, but you know you had an effect right back, and that makes you far too happy. “Now, let’s push it a little further. Suppose the defendant claims they were acting under duress. How would you counter that argument, Miss prosecution?”

You know he wants to say Miss Brat, and you damn near giggle, holding it in and taking a breath. “To counter the duress defense, you would need to show that they were not under threat. Essentially, it’s about examining their situation critically, seeing where the gaps are. I think it’s not too difficult to prove there is no duress, I’d argue proving duress is more difficult.”

He turns, setting the yardstick down on the desk, before smiling back over at you, rolling his dress shirt up to casually reveal those strong forearms, the veins roping around his wrists. You look at those hands, the ones that just last week had been around your throat, running down your body, holding your thighs open… your mouth goes dry at the sight.

“You’re impressing me…” Satoru says your name softly, getting your attention back, and you flush under the praise. There was nothing like the thrill of Satoru telling you that you’re doing a good job. Well, aside from him saying good girl .

“Thank you, Professor Gojo.” You murmur in response, and you wonder if he can see how pink your cheeks are.

“You’re close to getting the spot, but if you fuck up these last questions, then someone else gets a chance. Got it?” You nod, eagerly, and peer around a bit to nervously find every eye in the class on you.

“Got it, Professor.”

“Perfect, now for a twist to this, you say that they’d have a hard time proving duress, but what if the threat was posed… unintentionally. What if someone feels they are in danger, and need to fight back? Consider several cases world wide where people get away by saying they were frightened.”

You lick your lower lip, and his eyes dart to it for just a moment, as he’s leaning on his desk, long and lanky. What was the question? Oh!

“Interesting twist, Professor. If the threat persisted and the defendant genuinely believed their life was in danger, they might argue self-defense, but the response must be proportional. They cannot be the aggressor in such a case. So in such a scenario I would work to prove that the threat they felt was not worth their action. Such as someone being threatened by mere appearance.”

“That brings race into the question, and that’s a very good take on that. How would you prove someone biased for example? Afraid of someone for how they look?”

“I would first off lose my shit internally.” Satoru and the class chuckle a bit. “Because I can’t imagine judging anyone, but of course there are procedures to it, and I would decimate their arguments and prove their bias. Typically people like that have a history that proves it as well, that would be my step there. Are they in some horrible group, do they have a history of hate speech. For example.”

“Perfect answer.” He murmurs, and the class seems to agree. “I can see you’re passionate about injustice and bias, hmm?”

“To put it frankly, I can’t stand people like that.”

“What if you must defend one?”

“Defend a racist? I’d not take their case.” Gojo blinks then, brows raised, and you just shrug. “Don’t have to take every case, hmm?”

“Absolutely right, you don’t. I’m impressed. You’ve answered very difficult questions, and I think you’re going to enjoy this case.” As you realize you actually answered everything correctly, you squeal, hands on your mouth, and the class claps as Satoru smirks at your reaction.

“Oh my gosh thank you!” You get pats on the shoulders next to you, and Satoru just nods his snowy white head a bit.

“I need that passion in an intern, so keep it in mind, class. I will be picking four interns after all. See me after class, and I’ll explain the case and where we will be going, sound good?”

“Yes, thank you!” Your pulse is thrumming, you’d been terrified to answer some of those, so worried it was too brash, but it seemed you were right by following your morals, something you could only dream of.

Class ends, and you’re so on edge, as Satoru walks to the door and locks it with a click, his dress shoes clicking along the floors. You’re already at his desk, bouncing up and down, and he’s grinning down at you, pulling you into his arms and picking you up, spinning you around, making you lose your breath.

“That’s my girl.” He says, so softly, and you feel tears prick your eyes at that, smiling as they shimmer in your eyes. “My crybaby. Killed it.”

“Oof you did not make it easy.” You swipe at your eyes, as he sits you on his desk then, barring you with his arms.

“I can’t make things easy, baby, gotta make em harder even. I want to make sure there’s no special treatment in class… only after.” He teases, running his big hands up your bare thighs, your tremble. “I may be morally grey after class though.”

“I don’t want you to go easy, I like you going hard.” At that he chuckles, and you cover your mouth, giggling. “Fuck didn’t mean it like that!”

“Yeah you did, brat. Now, ya wanna know the details before or after I eat this pretty pussy?” Your heart falters, as he looks up at you, and your little hands are gripping at his broad shoulders, already soaking your panties.

“Is that my reward, Professor? For being such a good student .” You whisper, running your hands up to entwine around his neck, watching his cheeks flush, his lips parting.

“You’re my best student, gotta give you those gold stars.” You whine out, and he kisses you then, passionately, his mouth moving over yours as you meld to his, full lips and minty breath, tongue hot as it dances with yours. You moan into his mouth, and he exhales into yours, yanking you to the edge of the desk. “Where does my student want her stars?”

“Mmm… here.” You slide up your skirt, touching your inner thigh, and he is sitting in his office chair now, between your thighs, pressing a kiss on the sensitive skin. You cry out, hips rocking, making him moan, breath tickling you.

“You’re so needy, Miss Brat. So turned on by my lectures?” He kisses your other thigh, nipping, as he shoves your skirt up your hips now, breath tickling you over your blue satin panties. “Fuck… this little bow I can’t.”

He bites at the tiny bow and you giggle then, brushing back his soft white hair. “Fuck I want you, please...”

“I want you so fucking bad. I’ve been dying now that I’ve had you.” You feel your body respond viscerally to Satoru’s hushed words, and you cry out, biting your lower lip to hold it back, remembering where you all are.

“Need you, mnh, please. How much time?” You’re positively whining, and he thrives off it, smirking up at you so fucking sexy your body can’t handle it.

“I’ve got a good twenty minutes baby girl.” He’s sliding your panties off, and your glistening pussy hits his vision, making his mouth water. “Soaked, huh?”

“That yardstick was unfair!” Satoru laughs then, hot breath on your sensitive flesh, peeking up at you through snowy white lashes, swiping his tongue up your slit, making your tummy clench in pleasure. “F-fuck… Toru…”

“I’m Professor in this class, student .” He wiggles his brows and you giggle a bit, brushing back his silky locks, loving how they feel under your touch. “Now where else do I put these gold stars? Show me. In detail.”

You nervously slide your hands down, until you’re touching yourself, and he groans, his grip on your thighs so tight, his eyes hungry and locked. You spread the puffy lips of your pussy with shaky little hands, this is so not what you’ve ever done... showing him your little clit, who has been dying for affection all of class, fuck all week waiting for him.

“Hmm, put one here, do you mind Professor? Have I been a good enough student hmm?” His mouth is wide open, brows low, his eyes zoned in on your pretty display.

“I need a picture, fuck. For later.” You blink then.

“What now?!”

“ Please baby.” He pouts up at you, and you sigh, rolling your eyes as he smiles, taking his phone and sliding back. “Keep those hands there, so goddamn hot…” He takes a few pictures then slides back, smiling abashedly.

“You’re such a perverted teacher.”

“Shush, c’mere pretty.” He smacks a kiss on your clit then, flicking his tongue and circling it, before sucking it in his mouth. Your hands drop onto his hair now, gripping and grinding eagerly on his mouth, as he hums, as you soak your Professor’s pretty face on his desk.

“F-fuck… already close!” You’re whining, unsure how you’re so close with just a minute of him humming on your clit, and in response he slides a long finger past your little gummy walls, crooking it up just so and hitting that spot. You feel so hot, like you can’t even breathe as pleasure overwhelms you, as he works you so perfectly, and then you’re…. “Cumming!”

“All over my face, baby girl. Please let me drink it.” Satoru’s words are hot on your little cunt, and you whine. Why is he so hot!? As he continues to work you, as his snowy white hair moves softly, as his brilliant eyes gaze at you, and you do cum, gushing everywhere. He moans in response, and the moan pushes you further, falling from one orgasm into another.

“Toru! Toru!” You cry out, trembling hands yanking at his hair to pull his mouth off where it’s latched, legs shaking as they balance on the arms of his chair, and he just grins against you, nipping your clit and making your hips buck. “Please, fuck me Toru… fuck, please.”

“Hmm,” he smacks a final kiss as he leans back up, his chin and lips glistening with your honeyed arousal, licking them as if they’re some delicious dessert. “I could just stay down here forever. You’re so mean to me.”

“Poor Toru has to fuck me!”

“I will fuck you but you won’t let me get you off more with my mouth.” He pouts, and you flush, at how much he wants you, and fuck you want him so much.

“Want my mouth?” He groans, pulling you down then turning you, bending you over his desk, and you gasp at the quickness he has your ass bare, grabbing it.

“I’ll cum so fast if you suck me first. I’m not even embarassing myself again, damn succubus.” You giggle, but then gasp as you hear his belt buckle, eager and dripping as you wait for him.

“We’re on a time crunch, it’s okay.”

“Can’t wait to have you alone again, fuck.” You hear the longing in his voice, and you look at him over your shoulder, desperate for him.

“Me too, Toru, but hey I totally was a good girl hmm? Got all your questions correct- ah fuck!” He’s spread your thighs now, and you feel him, sinking two fingers in your little hole, your walls flutter around them, as you gush more wetness.

“You’re so fucking wet, is this because the case? Nerdy brat.” You giggle, breathlessly then.

“It’s because that and it’s been a week without- mnh- you. Missed you… m-missed you so much.” He sighs, pulling you by your hair gently, leaking tip now rubbing between your soppy folds. Your back arches for more, pressing your ass up, tensing when he rubs up further to your little ass hole.

“I wish I had more time, fuck. I’d…” He spits then, and you feel it, as he rubs the tip on it again, and you wriggle.

“We don’t!”

“I know lemme tease it. Sexy fucking brat.” You whine then as he rubs it for another moment. “You like it, you’re so slutty .”

“You’re a slut-fuck!” He sinks inside your cunt then, and you’re struggling to function, as your bent over, and he’s so deep, curved tip dragging against your spot until it slams into your cervix. “Satoru!”

“Ah-ah…” He smacks your ass and it echoes in the empty lecture hall, as it jiggles so perfectly for him.

“Professor!” He groans, then starts fucking into you, pulling your pony tail so that your back arches just so, for perfect entry, and his cock wrecks every thought you’ve ever had.

“Such a good girl for me. So- wet fuck… so tight…” He smacks your ass again as he’s thrusting into you harder, faster, and your eyes roll back in your head.

“S’good… Professor .” He can’t hide the little whimper that escapes from his lips, as he’s pumping into you and you feel it, the pressure, when he presses your head down against his desk and owns you. “Oh my fuck-fucking… ah!”

“Baby… you feel too good, oh my-” He breaks off with a groan, leaning forward, fucking you so good drool slides from your stupidly open mouth, and he’s caressing your face as he takes you over. “Cum on me, be such a good student.”

You obey, how can you not, when that pretty pink tip is buried so deep inside, when Satoru’s big hands run across your back, when his balls are smacking your little clit as each thrust makes your ass shake. You fall apart, screaming so much he has to slam a hand on your mouth, and you’re drooling all over it, as your cunt drools all over his cock, spasming.

You can’t even see, you can barely breathe as he works you, as his eyes meet yours, as he huffs and whines, pussy drunk off you. You can see it, feel it, in his jerky movements, as he presses more weight on you, and you’re digging into the desk, shattering around him. Your eyes slam shut as your entire body shakes, until you feel you can’t take anymore.

“Want me to fill you up, put a baby in you right here?” His words make your eyes widen, make your ovaries fucking ache for this man, the thoughts wild. You nod then, eagerly, whining your answer helplessly, a heady mix of his words and his cock wrecking you.

“Please, put a baby in me. Please .” Satoru loses it then, lifting you up, he has to hold your hips as you’re too shaky to stand at all, fucking slowly now, rubbing against your cervix until you’re a mess.

“Gonna fill you up s’good, you’ll feel it all day.” He starts cumming then, hard, and you feel it, hot and spreading in spurts from his pulsing cock, and you lean your head back, for his hungry mouth, as he bites you then, pushing his cum deeper inside you. “Oh my- fucking- b-baby…”

“Toru… it's s'good…” You both mindlessly whine, his strong arms wrapped so tight you can barely breathe, as he kisses your neck, your shoulders, and you’re lapping up every bit of his presence.

“Fucking perfect, baby.” He’s pumping it in you more, but it’s gushing out in little ropes around his cock, along with your arousal, and you hear how soaked you have made him as he’s whimpering more. “S-so sensitive…” His husky voice whines out, and you can barely function.

“I know, I know… m-me too…” You both kiss then, him turning your head and devouring your lips.

“You make me so pathetic, brat. It’s embarrassing.” Your heart falters, and you kiss him once more, emotional now.

“You make me pathetic, Satoru. I fucking love this so much. Need you so, so much…” He exhales, hands rubbing up to grip your soft breasts, still inside you, feeling your aftershocks surround him.

“I need you constantly. I…” His alarm goes off, and he curses under his breath, easing out of you gently. “Let me clean you up.”

He grabs wipes and comes to gently take care of you, he always does you notice, he never just fucks you and goes about whatever he’s doing. You feel the love for him growing with each glance, touch, whisper… fuck you can’t stand how much you feel for him, it kills you.

“There, looking so perfect. No one knows you had your Professor’s cock inside you, hmm?” He smirks as he watches you turn bright red, then sits on the chair, patting his lap.

“Do we have time?”

“Yeah a few more minutes. C’mere, be a good girl.” You sit on his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck, pressing little kisses to his cheek. “The case is out of town, so guess who gets to be alone?”

“Oh shit, yeah?” He nods, brushing your hair back as you had done, trying to fix your messy ponytail. 

“They have adjoining rooms but. Fuck that. We do need to really focus though, so I will be a little more serious, but I think you can help me this weekend too.”

“I’d love to help, you have no freaking clue!”

“Knew it. I am so proud of you.” You just shake your head, blushing again. “Nerdy little brat. You should wear glasses.”

“Should I?”

“Mmmhmm. Would be hot as fuck.”

“You’re freaky, Professor Dickhead.”

“Hey! Thought that was done.”

“Never.” You stick your tongue out and he glares, but then his alarm goes off again, so he sighs, snuggling you tightly, head on your breasts, pecking kisses on your collarbone. “When’s the case?”

“Next monday. Don’t worry I’m sneaking you out this weekend, I sure am not waiting to have you in my bed. But just gotta be a little careful. I’m gonna have my driver bring you, okay?”

Your tummy flutters with excitement. “I get to see your place?!”

He chuckles against your skin, nipping your delicate collarbone. “You do, you’ll help me study for this case and I’ll make you dinner.”

“You cook!”

“I mean… I am gonna try. If it’s shitty we’ll order.”

“Let me cook at your place. Or help you. Deal?”

“You’re too perfect, look at you.” He cups your face, staring so intently, and your tummy clenches, his cum dripping into your panties a stark reminder of how much you truly want him, fucking crave him…

Fucking love him.

“You’re perfect, GQ model.” He rolls his pretty eyes, and then pecks more kisses on your face, sighing as he realizes he has to go, and so do you. “Miss you so much, you know.”

“Me too, you're so addicting.” You both kiss once more, and it gets heated, the room electrified, but he breaks away and exhales on your lips. “Friday night, at eight, bring some clothes mmkay?”

“Staying the night at my Professor’s?” He grins, his fangs just glinting, his handsome face lit up deviously.

“Course you are. I’ve already got you a toothbrush and girlie things.”

“What!”

“Mmhmm. Facial care. Your skin is so pretty you know. I can tell you take care of it.” He trails his fingers down your cheek, and you inhale at that, at the thoughtfulness.

“Oh, Toru…”

“Don’t get sappy over skincare, brat. Now, get this sexy little ass to class, hmm? Bet you’re gonna drip the whole time.” Satoru’s husky words tickle your ear as he stands you up, bending down low, his big hands on your waist.

“Not fair.” You mumble, and he cups your face then, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose even, before hovering over your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, little brat. Can’t get you out of my mind.” You do tear up at that, breath catching, breasts rising and falling as you hold his face in your tiny little hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby, you gotta toughen up you know. Gonna be a sappy lawyer.”

“Can’t help it.” He kisses you again, before the bell rings, and you both separate, putting yourselves back together. “Best day ever. Again.”

“Are all your best days with me? Am I so amazing?” Satoru asks with a smirk as you all head towards the door, and you look down then. “What’s wrong, Shnookums?”

“All my best days are with you.” You say softly, and then go to open the door, but his hand pauses you, his chest pressed on your back.

“I’ll give you way better days. Seen nothing yet, brat. Mmkay?” His words make you ache, your tummy doing somersaults, and you nod, smiling and blinking back the emotion. “Have a good day, yeah? Text me.”

“I will, Toru.” You both kiss one more time before you all peek out at the halls, and step out, gaze lingering as you all do your own things, him another lecture, you another class and then your paralegal job. But you just want to hold his damn hand, be in his arms.

Staying the night at Satoru’s place!?

You can’t even hold in your excitement at it.

***

Friday eve: 24 hrs till you get to fuck study with Satoru in his house

Yuta and Maki are on your couch as you all sip on wine and nibble on popcorn, laughing at the horror film, it was one of the things you all made time to do every single month, without fail. You’re smushed in the middle of them, their arms around you, hands touching each other. No matter that they’re together now, they always do this on movie night, smush you with their affection.

You love them.

There had been a time when they were all you had, and when they’d gotten together it had been a little awkward, shit it still got awkward, but no matter what they both were still your best friends. Now you actually have someone, even if you can’t exactly show the same affection in most places, Satoru has become very important to you.

“What ya thinkin about, girlie?” Yuta asks, ruffling your hair, and you sigh, shaking your head, only for Maki to rest her head on your shoulder.

“Tell me what’s going on, babe.” She murmurs, and you sigh again.

“Two sighs, uh oh.” Yuta teases, and you giggle then.

“I just really love you all.”

“We love you too. But what else is up, hmm?” Yuta asks, and pauses the movie then, right when someone is getting chainsawed up. You sip the tart wine, humming to yourself a bit.

“When did you all say you loved each other?” You ask, and Maki jumps up, eyes wide, and you roll your own, bracing for impact.

“The dick is that good!?” You giggle, shaking your head at her.

“It’s a lot more than that. I just… felt so comfy in his arms?”

“Aww this is so fuckin cute! I’m dying, bitch.” Maki grabs the wine and tops off all your glasses, and you and Yuta laugh at her enthusiasm.

“I’m afraid to say it, like we have known each other for a couple of months? And it’s still new. He hasn’t said it… but he did say he loves a lot about me. And talked about really serious things.” You run your finger along the rim of your glass, a little nervously, images of Satoru rolling in your mind.

“How could he not love you?” Yuta says, and you start to blink back emotion then, to the point tears hit your eyes, burning them.

“Yuta I’m gonna cry!” Maki also tears up, and then Yuta hugs you. “Stop it, I cry enough!”

“He’s right though, who wouldn’t love you.” Maki hugs you too, and you snuggle up with them two.

“Ugh, you all are the best. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.” You all sit back a bit, and Maki has to wipe the little tears on your cheeks, you brush back her silky emerald hair and she smiles up at you.

“Just be honest with him, babes. Don’t hold back. You are so loving, you know, always have been.” She says, and you take a shaky sip of wine again.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same? It’ll crush me, ugh.” You say, and Yuta frowns then, but Maki just grins.

“Then you’ll just be our girlfriend.” You snort then, and Yuta is bright red, Maki shrugs at you both. “What? It could work.”

“Maki you’re so wild. Love you.” She kisses your cheek then. “But no, I want what you two have, not third wheel life status.”

“It’s an open offer.” She winks and now you’re blushing, until all three of you started laughing again.

“You’re making Yuta so embarrassed!” You nudge him with your shoulder, Maki just giggles.

“As if he didn’t have a crush on you in high school!” Your eyes widen, and Yuta’s bright red now, scowling at Maki.

“Maki, don’t!”

“What? It was cute.” Maki is too much sometimes, but fuck if you don’t love her, poor Yuta though!

“Did you really?” You ask shyly, and he sighs, rolling his grey eyes and taking a huge sip of his drink.

“How did you not know? It was kinda obvious.” You mess up his perfect emo black hair and he smacks your hand, pouting all cutely.

“Had no clue, I didn’t even think you two would date, we were so close.”

“We still are. Just… life. And hot professors.” Your turn to blush.

“You were too obsessed with your podcasts to pay any attention to me. Or had your nose in a Stephen King book.” He taps your nose and you stick your tongue out then.

“True… but, rude!”

“Nerds are hot, it's okay.” Maki winks and you all laugh again.

“He does call me nerdy. Nerdy little brat.”

“Okay… kinky!” You giggle, and Yuta is blushing again. “Wait, have you all… in class !?”

“N-no!” Your face tells on you though, and now they’re bombarding you with questions, you refuse them all, hopping up and running off to the bathroom. You are a little… a lot buzzed… and you pop your phone out, seeing a text.

Toru ❤️: I miss you, Shnookums. Send titty pics plz. 🥺

You giggle at the text, and look in the mirror, seeing your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. You slide off your top and snap a pic, giggling maniacally when you send it, and then you go to the bathroom, what you originally came here for, and you wash your hands, seeing that he’s just texted back.

Toru ❤️: (Image sent)

“Holy fuck.” You murmur, as you see Satoru’s hard cock, his big hand gripping it and still nowhere near the size. You gulp, as the mix of Satoru’s picture and the wine has you soaking wet, and then you remember your friends are here.

You: Why you gotta do this, I’m with Maki and Yuta! Ugh wish you could just come over  😭

Toru ❤️: I could sneak in, I’ll wear a hat or they’ll know the white hair.

You: Be serious! You know I’ll be over tomorrow.

Toru ❤️: Can’t wait. Titties too pretty, Shnookums.

You: Maki and Yuta are here. You can come watch movies with us? They end up making out every time. We’re all sipping wine.

Toru ❤️: I need you alone.

You: Toru! You’ll have me alone. Just come… sneak in and watch horror flicks. I’ll have Yuta run down when you get here, you act cool.

Toru ❤️: Oh fine, acting like we’re in some bank heist. Omw.

“He’s coming over!” Maki and Yuta separate, from clearly kissing, Maki is full out on Yuta’s lap, and they look at you in surprise. “To watch… a movie with us.”

“Oh shit, really?” Maki hops up, and Yuta tries to fix his discheveled state, you giggle at them.

“Yes, for real. I’m no nervous! Is the place clean!?”

“It’s fine babe. I’ll help you pick up.”

“Perfect, thank you ugh. Yuta, you’re gonna walk him up. Incognito.” Yuta smirks then, saluting you.

“Ay-Ay captain.”

Soon, Satoru Gojo, Professor Dickhead himself, is standing tall as fuck in your doorway, nearly hitting your little ceiling, and he’s got some black beanie on, you run up and hug him when he’s walked in with Yuta. He is laughing breathlessly, taking off the beanie and peeking down at you.

“Feel like I’m sneaking in your bedroom window.” You’re so overheated then, at his little purr, at how cute he is when he’s being so goofy, and fuck if it doesn’t make your heart hurt worse.

“You kind of are, huh?” You brush his now messed up hair back, and his glittery eyes get a little dazed then as he looks down at you in your pajamas. His big hands are taking over your little waist, as he pecks little kisses on your cheeks. “It does suck having to be so sneaky, but kinda fun hmm?”

“I’d do whatever to see you.” He realizes what he says, flushing a bit then, and you caress his cheek, as Maki and Yuta clear their throats, winking and gesturing over at you.

“What is this, Kiss the Girl? Little Mermaid?” They grin at you then, and Maki starts singing ‘sha-la-la”

You shake your head laughing, then Satoru looks behind his shoulder, and they whistle nonchalantly, hands behind their backs. Satoru smirks then, popping a little kiss on your lips, just a tease but it makes your breath catch from just that. He pulls back and smirks down at you.

“Gotta give the masses what they want, hmm?”

Soon you all have popped on another movie, and you have made Satoru hot cocoa because he doesn’t want wine, not sweet enough apparently. You put a ton of whipped cream. He’s sipping it as he’s sitting on the couch, long legs sprawled, and you’re on his lap snuggled.

Ugh, it feels perfect.

Every time a jump scare happens you’re snuggling more against his hard body, but let’s be honest, you weren’t actually scared, were you? You just wanted an excuse to bury your face in his neck, for his arms to wrap tighter around you. And Satoru seemed to enjoy the embrace just as much, as he and Yuta spoke about the fights in the movie, as Satoru and Maki playfully argue.

It was so sweet it makes you feel so full, having the most important people all together, it oddly feels like… a family. Something you’ve never really had, and even as there are zombies running after people on the tv, you tear up from happiness. As dangerous of a game as you and Satoru were currently playing, the reward was worth any risk you could imagine.

“Hey… what’s wrong, girlie?” Yuta asks then, and you realize tears are free flowing down your cheeks, glittering in the dark room lit by the fluorescent tv glow. Satoru frowns, cupping your face gently.

“What is it, baby girl?” He asks, and you sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m just really happy. All my important people in one place. Like I have a family.” You choke up as you speak, and they all hug on you then, Satoru fits in so perfectly it’s unreal. “I know, it’s just a movie but we don’t… we can’t…”

“Shh, shh.” Satoru tries to calm you down, and you’re hiccuping now.

“It’s happy tears, promise.” Maki kisses your forehead, then looks at Satoru, who studies you with a careful expression, then she yanks Yuta up.

“Why don’t we give you the night alone? I bet Professor hottie will make you… cheer up.” Maki smirks, Satoru grins, Yuta looks flushed and your mouth is open.

“Maki!” She laughs then, brushing your hair back, and Satoru snuggles you even closer. “But I love you all together.”

“And we’ll do it again. But I think you two need some cuddle time, hmm?”

“I agree.” Satoru says, and you giggle.

“Of course you agree!”

“I’ll cheer you right up. Listen to Maki.” He high fives her then, and you roll your eyes at the two.

“We will see you tomorrow, babe. Enjoy your weekend, Professor.” Maki says, as they gather their things. You get up and hug them both, kissing their cheeks.

“Love you two!”

“We love you.” They say bye to Satoru then, and you lock up behind them, with a trembling hand, peeking back and seeing Satoru sprawled out on your little couch, and your heart flutters.

Alone.

It was something that you didn’t think would happen, him up in your room, and he’s holding his hand out, crooking those long fingers, making you giddy. You eagerly sit back on his lap, gasping when he pulls you to straddle him, clicking off the movie with the remote as he does.

“I got emotional again, ugh.” You whisper, and Satoru just shakes his head, putting a finger to your lips.

“Don’t apologize, brat. It's not your fault you’re a crybaby.”

“Dick!” He smirks, yanking your top up then, and you gasp as the cool air hits your bare breasts, and his hungry gaze, as he licks his lower lip. “Did you and Maki plan this smooth exit!? Because you’re horny.”

“Nah, she’s just the best friend ever.” You bite your lower lip, nodding.

“She is. She said if you don’t love me then I’ll be their girlfriend.” You pause then, as he’s gripping your breasts, about to plant a kiss on one of the peaks, and his baby blue eyes lock on yours. He just stares up at you, lips parted and glossy, and your hands are paused as they were rubbing his chest. “It was a joke, Toru… um, promise I don’t expect that yet.”

He blinks a bit, easing his hands off your breasts then, and cupping your face, pulling you down gently to meet him, to where your lips are just a breath away. His sweet breath hits, tasting like the cocoa he drank mixed with him , with the man you fucking adore. And you’re so stressed you’ve fucked it up…

“If I don’t love you, huh?” You blink a bit, whining as he’s growing hard between your thighs, as you feel the heat of him against you.

“Yeah… if you don’t love me back.” The words spill, and you lean back and look away, covering your face. “Sorry… the wine…”

“Speak your mind, brat. Look at me.” He pulls your hands down, and you feel your pulse racing, heart thumping out of your chest, as his big hands hold your own, as his beautiful gaze bores into you.

“Satoru I… I’m in love with you. Shit, I said that!?” He smirks then, before he’s chuckling and you’re groaning, going to get off him then, but he holds you by your hips and presses you down.

“You’re so cute.” He kisses you then, and you sigh, leaning back into the embrace, happy he at least wasn’t leaving you, or- “I already knew.”

“What!?” He’s grinning now like a little shit, and you get flushed again. “What do you mean you knew?”

“You said it in your sleep, silly.” You whine then, so embarrassed you can’t even think, looking away. “Hey, now… how couldn’t you? I’m the best.”

“You’re a jerk is what you are! Ugh. So you knew!”

“Mmhmm.” He stands, holding you then, and your legs are around him as you cling to his shoulders with your arms, and he holds you tight, walking you over to press you on a wall then, and your heart races, soaking wet already and he’s making everything so much worse. “Guess what, Miss Brat?”

“What, Professor? Gonna make fun of me more? Mean man.” You pout at him, as his hands are running up your body, as his eyes study your face in your little dorm room.

“They don’t get you as their girlfriend. No way.” You blink then, as the weight of his words hits, as it’s like every thing has faded but this moment. You’re sputtering, probably like a fucking fish, and he’s brushing your hair back gently.

“They don’t?” You whisper, and Satoru shakes his head.

“Nope no way. Because I’m so in love with you I’m stupid. So in love with you I need you like I need oxygen.” You’re in tears, taking shaky breaths as he holds you, as the emotion in his voice makes it so clear. You wonder, are you dreaming? Could this truly be happening? “Love you so much it kills me every moment I’m not around you. All I can think about, all I see when I close my eyes.”

“ Satoru .” You’re slamming your lips on his, and he’s moaning, taking his own shaky breath and squeezing you so tight he is your oxygen. “Satoru I love you so much it consumes me.” You whisper, pulling back, and he wipes your tears, his own eyes glassy with emotion. “Love you more than anything. With you, I feel like I finally have a home.”

“You’re such a little brat making me cry, fuck off.” He whines, and you giggle through your own tears, swiping the few that trickle from his brilliant eyes. He exhales, cheeks reddened, pressing your back against the wall. “How can you be real? How can you be so perfect?”

“I ask the same thing. Every minute I look at you. I’d do anything for you, Satoru Gojo. Anything.” Your voice is so shaky, so broken, and he rests his forehead on yours now, exhaling against your skin.

“I will do anything for you, baby girl. I mean it. I will never let you be hurt, I will take care of you…”

“Satoru…”

“I’ll fuck like ten babies into you.”

“Satoru!”

“What I want a lot.” You both break out into emotional mix of laughter, keeping you snug against him, and his face is so gorgeous when he smiles it breaks your heart. “Fine, a few babies.”

“A few babies.” You agree, and his brows lower, as the energy changes between both of you. “Hmm… I’m ovulating this weekend too.”

“You’re fucking killing me, brat.” He’s sliding your shorts then, and you eagerly buck your hips, moaning loudly when he sinks two fingers into your slick heat. “Fuck you’re soaked.”

“Want you. Want you.” You mindlessly whine out the words, as he presses against that spot and you see stars burst behind your eyes. “Toru, please, in me, now… now…”

“Greedy girl. You won’t even let me play?” You shake your head, and he smirks at you, as he’s got his cock out, and you gasp when it’s rubbing your slick folds. “Y’know… fuck you feel good … I literally was p-planning to… confess…”

“Y-you were?” You ask weakly, and then he sinks in, stretching you out so good you cry out in pleasure, body struggling to take him.

“You’re not ready, fuck… why are you so stubborn?” He whispers between gritted teeth, pulling out, and you spasm around him, head lolling back for his kisses, his bites, his tongue sliding up. “You’re tryna make me cum quick again.”

“No, I just need you. Mmnh!” He slams into you, groaning against your neck, a hand on the wall beside your head as he holds you. “You were gonna?”

“Yes. I had a - ah- plan. Little brat.”

“I love you.” He moans again, slamming his lips on yours, beginning to fuck into you, and you’re soaking his cock, dripping down his thighs, and he’s gripping your breasts and pushing them up to his face, sucking on the peaks, making you even more sensitive as his thick length is stretching you.

“Love you, baby girl. Bratty girl. Slutty girl.” You whimper then, clinging to him as he’s hitting your spot, his cock soaked in your juices. “Hear how slutty she is.”

“F-fuck… Toru…” You’re whining, and he snatches you up, before falling on his pants, and you both end up on your carpet, laughing wildly, as he’s on top of you now, kicking the rest of his pants off.

“All mine, aren’t you?” Satoru looks at you down on the floor, your hair flowing around your beautiful face, and fuck you consume him. You’re everything to him, as you whine out softly, your eyes glittering, your face sticky with tears.

“Yes, Toru. Yes.” Those words, from your perfect lips drive Satoru insane, and now he is smashing his lips on your own now, as he rips your shorts down your thighs. You tremble in his arms as he shoves his cock back in, sinking into that slick little cunt of yours, and you just suck him in.

“Holy fuck… baby .” He groans out, and now he is fucking you right there on the floor, and he’s getting rougher, animalistic as your legs slip around his hips, as you whimper in his ear.

“Ah!” He hisses as your nails dig into his back, leaving trails of fire as Satoru’s strokes hit even harder, as every little sound you make just fuels that need in Satoru, the need to claim you, fill you, make you his and only his. “T-Toru!”

He loves that he makes you stutter, that your eyes are rolling back in your head, that your lips are parted open, he fucks you so good you cum around him, and he can’t take it. Satoru can’t handle how good you feel, how that little cunt just milks him, your little heels dragging down his thighs, your soft breasts rising and falling with your panting breaths.

Fuck what you do to him.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” He murmurs, and you fall apart in his arms, as sweat drips down his body onto your skin, and you make no attempt to be quiet while your Professor is fucking you on your dorm floor.

He kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin and tasting you, feeling you shudder beneath him, nipping and leaving marks in places he shouldn’t. Fuck he shouldn’t be doing this, but he loses it for you, there’s no logical lawyer brain anymore, it’s all just you. His love.

Love him, you love him.

You tighten around him then, legs locking on his waist, and he sees it, how you’re falling off that edge with him, you’re just as consumed as he is, aren’t you? He grabs your thigh, sliding it up high and over his shoulder then, slamming into your cervix, his tip just weeping as it hits it, and you gasp, back arching, breasts in perfect view.

You’re so perfect.

“Please, Toru… please. Cum in me.” You beg then, as your brows draw together, and he’s already close, but now you completely wreck his resolve. So sensitive as he watches you tense, your little nails digging in and leaving marks.

“Need me to fill you up, huh?” You nod, desperate, and he falls apart now, over you, as he feels his release come even closer.

“Cum with me, baby. Now.” You do as he orders, you always do, you’re such a good girl for him. He lets you know. “Good girl.”

“Mnh-ah fuck! Toru!” You scream now, shuddering and throbbing around his cock, and he moans, pressing over you, feeling your perfect body so small under his as he chases his own release.

Satoru picks up the pace then, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that echoes through the room. You watch Satoru’s breath hitch, his eyes never leaving yours, that blue that sucks you in, looking as discheveled as you, and then he’s groaning, stuttering his pace, and you feel him.

“Oh my… baby .” He cries out, and you drink in his cries as he fills your little pussy with all his cum, endless puffy white ropes that fill your walls, and you both tremble, clinging to each other, mouths devouring. “Baby need you to take it all… can you baby.”

“All of it, Toru. Mnh… all.” You make little mewling sounds from the back of your neck as he pumps it in slowly, as you spill out around him, feeling him pulsing so deep inside you.

Slowly, you all come down, his hands cupping your face, kissing you deeply, and your tongue meets his, stroke for stroke, as he stops moving finally, damn near collapsing on top of you. He’s heavy but you love the weight, you love feeling his heart thud against your breasts, love the little breaths he take. You love how he looks down at you.

“Love you.” You whisper, and he exhales, kissing you deeply, desperately, finally easing out and making you both hiss.

“I love you. So much you can’t even know.” You suck in a breath at that, as he’s so warm on top of you, and how you snuggle against him, back aching from the damn carpet but you don’t care.

This moment is perfect.

Satoru Gojo loves you.

And whatever would happen, you feel you can take it, take anything to just stay here, feeling so loved, feeling like you’re home.

“Fuck I don’t wanna ever leave. But your dorm is so shitty and small.” You scoff then, as he grins down at you, white teeth glinting in the night.

“Hey now, it’s for now. I’ll have my own law firm before you know it.” He hums at that, kissing a little trail down your collarbone, hands running gently down your curves.

“Bet you fucking will. And I’ll be by your side, you know that? I’ll help you any way I can, because I know you’ll fucking kill it.” You are going to cry for the tenth time tonight, feeling the love and devotion and care from him, pouring out.

“I am learning from the best, huh? Argued your way out of a quick nut.” You giggle then as he glares.

“You little brat!” You’re over his lap in just a moment, as he smacks your ass hard, making you yelp. “I should have used the yardstick.”

“Mmhmm!”

Soon Satoru has to leave, and you’re so upset, but it was way easier to sneak out at night then it would be in the morning. You both are kissing each other, over and over, and he’s holding you, rocking you side to side gently.

“I want to stay in your arms forever, Satoru.”

“You’re so corny. Needy. Whiny.” You punch him. “Ow, and so abusive!”

You’re laughing though. “Fuck I adore you. It’s so nice to say out loud, it’s been just in my…”

“In your head?” You nod. “Same. Ever since you read that damn essay on my desk, like some nerdy boss.”

“Oh gosh, really!?” He nods, and you feel your heart ache, tightening in your chest and tummy. “I knew it when I met you almost. Isn’t that so corny?”

“It’s the pussy eating skill.” He sticks his tongue out and you’re bright red, making him chuckle, running his fingertips down your jaw. “I’ll have my driver here at eight, remember?” You nod. “Good. Now kiss me goodnight.”

You lean up, hands on his shoulders, kissing him sweetly, aching for him to stay, for him to hold you, but you let him go, reluctantly. “Ugh. Good night, Toru, thank you for coming over. I know it’s risky.”

He puts back on his beanie and sunglasses. “It’ll be okay, we just have to be careful, I can't forgive myself if you get hurt.”

“I know…” You both stand there a moment too long, hands holding each others, fingers entwined. “I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’m gonna teach you how to cook.”

“Good, I really can only make ramen.” You’re giggling again. “Good night, Shnookums.”

“Good night, Toru.” He slips out, and you’re a mess, overwhelmed with an insane joy, intertwined with worry, with stress for what’s to come, but nothing outweighs how happy you are.

You: Let me know when you get home please.

You head to bed, snuggling up with your plushie, and you smile against your pillow when you hear the little buzz of your phone.

Toru ❤️: I’m home now, get some sleep. Gonna keep you up all night tomorrow, and you have class, brat.

You nervously bite your lip, feeling yourself giddy at the thoughts racing through your mind. Alone with Satoru again, the best feeling in the world.

You: Already in bed, you fucked me to sleep you know. You’re dick is melatonin.

He laugh reacts, and you feel sleep tugging at you.

Toru ❤️: Love you, Shnookums. Good night.

Now your heart explodes.

You: Love you, Toru. Sweet dreams.

You fall into a deep sleep, missing the warmth of his arms.

***

The next day

“Holy fuck…” You murmur, you’re all dressed up and ready to go the next evening, it’s all purples and pinks in the sky as the sun falls behind the horizon, and you see a whole limo pull up.

A limo!?

A pale, distinguished man who looks super tired comes out, opening your door and smiling at you, pushing up his round glasses as he says your name. “Kiyotaka. It’s a pleasure to actually meet you. Mr. Gojo talks about you so-”

“Shut up, Ijichi!” You giggle when you hear Satoru’s voice from the limo, then he curses, leaning forward to put his finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet. “Get in now, brat.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You’re sitting next to Satoru in his… limo!? And he’s pulling you against him, moaning as your lips meet, and fuck if you couldn’t get used to making out with him like this, the desperation, the passion. And you end up on his damn lap, as he’s slipping up your dress.

“You just wanna fuck me in a limo, hmm?” You tease, and he grins, as you brush back his snowy white hair.

“I like to ride in style, thank you, Miss Brat. Fuck I missed you. One day.”

“I know, me too. I’m so excited.”

“Mmm, me too. Don’t forget, I’m also putting you to work, I really need to study for this case, and you can’t let your lessons slack off.”

“Of course, Professor .” He groans, and you feel him, hard under you, pressing up, as your head falls back.

“Need a lesson?”

“Yes, don’t let me get behind on my studies.” You’re kissing him again, as his hands are slipping your dress up, gripping your ass and yanking you down. “You know you never gave me a real lesson on blow jobs.”

“You just wanna suck me off in moving vehicles. How dangerous, little law student.” You’re laughing breathlessly and he’s kissing down your neck, you feel his grin against your skin. “But… let’s have a lesson, see if you earn any gold stars.”

Chapter 9

ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/144669811

[selarina]

Guys, you know how in schools teachers place the loudest kids next to the silent ones hoping their silence will rub off on them?

Yeah, this happens with you and Gojo Satoru, but you don’t rub off on him entirely. He carries his boisterous (albeit somewhat lovable) energy well into adulthood.

He does quiet down though, at times. Gojo spends his time watching you, not with any intent but with something closer to curiosity.

His eyes can’t help but zero in on your quiet concentration. You're all precision in a sense — the way you scrunch your nose, the way your brows pinch together when you don’t understand something. It mildly bothers him, how noiseless you are in all your movements.

Soon, the bell rings, and he realises he’s been silent the whole class, his time spent entirely on studying you.

His eyes trace your form as you rise, and join your friends, leaving the room without a second glance in his direction.

And what should mean you fading into the bustling background of his school’s hallway becomes finding you front and centre, everywhere — in the sports field, in the cafeteria, at the school assembly when you’re front and centre reading the day’s agenda.

And this odd phenomena lingers in adulthood too.

“Sir—” Higuruma’s voice manages to cut through.

Gojo blinks, a daze simmering beneath the surface as he forces himself back into the present.

“Yes, yes,” he says, brushing off the conversation with a dismissive wave of his hand and a cheerful smile. “Let’s buy them!”

Ijichi clears his throat, chuckling in unease. "We're selling them to Murasaki Industries, sir."

"Oh." Gojo’s mind catches up, but only just. "Right. Let’s do that, then."

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he glances down, the screen illuminating a picture of you as his wallpaper. You’re wearing his hoodie, working on a laptop, surrounded by the half-finished mess of the apartment you both recently bought.

The message in front is simple, reading: i’m here. i'll wait outside

He grins, already moving, already leaving. “Meeting adjourned,” he calls out over his shoulder. “I have to see my wife.”

Behind him, the murmur of exchanges continue. Higuruma and Nanami exchange weary glances before staring dead straight into Ijichi's shifting figure.

“Um—“ Ijichi speaks up, nervously.

"Yeah," Nanami interjects, his tone dry. "We'll need to revisit this. I have serious doubts about his capacity to enter into a legally binding contract based on this meeting. Under the Mental Capacity Act 2005, one could argue he wasn’t of sound mind—seemingly intoxicated. I don’t want you coming back at us for this later."

Higuruma nods, muttering in agreement as they prepare to leave. "The whole time, he was just staring at his phone."

Nanami scoffs. “Why do we need him again?”

Ijichi’s ears catch a faint response from Higuruma. “Well, he’s rich.”

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[garrandia]

if i had a dollar every time when jjk narrator says something like "AND THIS PESON HAS POWERS TO RIVAL GOJO SATORU" and they drop ded next chapter i would have 2 dollars

[celestie0]

please im just remembering this stupid old gojo x reader oneshot idea i had where reader is like a ditzy lawyer who cheated her way through law school but she’s still tryna make a living so she pulls up on random cases

and then gojo is just canon gojo except he’s been accused of a tax evasion case bc the ppl who manage his gojo clan finances fucked up his books n forgot to pay his taxes and now he’s facing million dollar fraud case

when he’s lookin for a lawyer to hire he finds reader n she’s like ohhhhh sir dont worry i will win this case 4 u!!!! promise 🫡 🫡

but bc she got her law degree on temu she flops and he gets convicted and sentenced to six months in jail and he hate fucks her in the holding cell bc she lost n he’s pissed ab it lmfaoooo

[lavenderjewels]

higuruma is a great character for many reasons, but one of those is how supportive he is towards yuuji because i also was willing to put my life on the line to defend yuuji itadori moments after meeting him

[saeraas]

everyone watching this sukuna gauntlet so far

[number1villainstan]

[based off of this JJK/RGU crossover post]

"Does this feel...inelegant to anyone else?" Saionji asks as the crowd watches the outsiders bound upwards to fight End of the World.

"How do you mean?" Juri says next to him.

"Like--" Saionji's hands fly around like they're combing the air for the right words. He's still wearing the same thing he was wearing in Wakaba's dorm room. "Like, you know, we're dealing with this strange problem none of us can properly articulate, and suddenly these outsiders come in to be like 'oh yeah, your chairman's some kind of ghost-demon-thing'--"

"Curse," Nanami reminds him.

"Right, a curse. Whatever. And then the outsiders, after they're like 'your chairman's a curse', they somehow disable him long enough to evacuate everyone on campus and then go up to fight him and solve all our problems for us. Like some weird deus ex machina that's only possible through an insane series of coincidences." Touga hms behind him, but Saionji ignore him. "And then you end up with like--character arcs left unfinished, symbols gone to waste, thematic lessons never learned. Like if, I don't know, we were studying the Iliad or something in lit, like if someone just resurrected Patroclus in the middle of all the fighting. Or one of the gods just plucked Helen away from Troy and put her back with Menelaus."

("Did Helen even want to be with Menelaus?" Anthy murmurs to herself, unheard by most.)

Saionji rubs the back of his neck. "You know. That sort of deal. Deus ex machina, interrupted story, unsatisfying conclusion."

Miki stares at him. "But we're not in a story. We're real people. Right?"

"I--well--" Saionji sighs. "Yeah. You're right. Sounds weird now that I say it out loud. Never mind."

[irisintheafterglow]

trying to come up with a premise for the mock trial against law student!gojo that everyone voted for, thought of making the case about some fuckery the frats got into, and just realized

law student!gojo and enemy frat!geto can exist in the same universe :OO

[miawashere]

pray 4 gege

in october 2023, a new law will be passed in japan that is apart of a new invoice system. the system will force mangakas to release their legal names to verify themselves. after the new jujutsu kaisen chapter, many jjk fans have started to threaten the author, gege akutami, as both a joke and for real. as someone who loves jujutsu kaisen and loves gojo and has loved the show since it aired, it’s not that deep bro 😓. please don’t threaten manga artists just because you don’t like how they wrote a story, like they’re being forced to now reveal their identities that they obviously didn’t want to and now you’re probably scaring them more…

anyways live laugh love gojo

[madamechrissy]

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- Fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, breeding kink, violence, descriptions of violence (ANGSTY CHAP)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 8.5k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right? That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU

Chapter 9 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 10

The escort agency is in a sketchy part of the city, and Satoru keeps looking at you worriedly that evening. “I’m fine, Professor.”

“You sure? I can take you back-”

“I’m good, promise! You should see the foster homes I was in. This isn’t anything to me.” He frowns more now, and you all pause on the sidewalk, you can feel the tension, the worry.

“I hate that you ever went through that, baby.” He whispers now, caressing your face sweetly. You gulp a bit, sighing and holding the hand that’s so gentle on your cheek.

“It’s all gotten me here, next to the best lawyer there is. The most handsome too. The best-” Satoru closes your mouth with his hand, and you smile against his warm palm.

“Don’t get me hard, brat, stop it.” You’re giggling now, making him glare at you, long white lashes covering half of his pretty blue eyes.

“Sorry, you’re so cute.”

“Cute!? I’ll show you ‘cute’ later.” He kisses you firmly, lips overtaking yours, and you sigh at how good it feels for a moment, before he takes your hand. “Let’s go, Miss Brat. Lawyer mode.”

“Did you really say lawyer mode!?”

When you get there, dragged along by the stupidly tall and stupidly handsome Satoru Gojo, who’s wearing a black suit looking way too good, the bouncer at the door nods at Satoru, letting you both in without a word. You look at him curiously, and he peeks back with a smirk.

“Paid informants silly, never partook in the goods here.” You roll your eyes at his wolfish grin. “Jealous already?”

“Shush.” The inside is dimly lit, with red velvet couches and a bar along the back wall, and there is a woman sitting in a little booth. The woman looks up, and you can see the recognition in her eyes when she sees Satoru. She’s very pretty, with long red hair and green eyes.

“Mr. Gojo, wow it's been years. And who might this lovely lady be?” She asks, her voice a purr as she smiles curiously at you.

Satoru’s grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel his possessiveness, and his reassurance. “Hey Aoi.” He introduces you now, pulling you closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Favorite student.”

“Oh! Oh… Mr. Gojo.” She’s laughing now a bit, wiggling her brows as Satoru grins, and you’re a blushing mess. “Hey now, doll no worries. Who can blame you with him? And also you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, so are you Miss Aoi.” You say, flush decorating your cheeks, and she smiles softly.

“And she’s so sweet. All right, I’ll put aside my broken heart for her, Mr. Gojo. How can I help you today?”

“I break all the hearts, don’t I? I’m too pretty.”

“Gojo!” You playfully shove him and he just brushes his snowy white hair back with long fingers, winking down at you so damn charmingly.

“Came to see one of your girls, and Madam.”

“Let me see if she’s available.” She is gesturing to the plush sofa in the waiting area. "Please, have a seat, you two. I'll inform the Madam about your arrival."

Satoru nods then, as he guides you to the couch. “Thanks Aoi.” You sit down, your heart racing at being somewhere so new, so different. The walls are adorned with velvet and the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume, so cloying it irritates your nose a bit.

As you wait, you feel Satoru's hand squeeze yours reassuringly. You look up at him, and he gives you a smile that's a mix of comfort and challenge, as he pulls you against him, hand on your thigh. You lower your lashes, and feel his chuckle against your collar bone, tickling you now.

“Nervous, Miss Brat?” He asks, in that deep timbre, and you sigh, nodding.

“I am, this isn’t… I’ve just never been anywhere like this.”

“Oh, this is just the waiting room, wait till we walk through. Bet you blush red like a tomato.”

“Hey!”

“Mmhmm, or get horny. It’s a toss up.�� You roll your eyes, scooching away, but he yanks you back to him. “You were so jealous just now.”

“No! I just… well, you never…”

“Nah, not my style. Though I don’t blame any of them, making money off rich idiots. And a lot of these women are so smart. They’re great for information.” You brush your fingers up and down his collar as you wait.

 You know he's as eager to get to the bottom of this as you are, you can feel the tenseness of his body against yours. Your knees are knocking together, you keep fidgeting with your hands, then fiddling with the charms on your bracelet. Satoru takes your hand in his, looking at you seriously.

“If you’re uncomfortable-”

“No, no. I’m good. Just nervous about everything.” He sighs, looking at your little charms now.

“You need another, hmm?”

Before you can answer, a curtain at the back of the room parts, and a statuesque woman emerges. She's dressed in a tight, crimson dress that clings to her body like a second skin. Her eyes are sharp and assessing as she looks you both over.

"Madam," Satoru stands, releasing your hand, "Thank you for seeing us."

"Mr. Gojo," she says, her voice like silk, "It's always a pleasure. And who is this lovely young lady?"

"My top student. She's assisting me with the case." He wraps an arm around your waist and her eyes catch it. “She’s also my Shnookums.”

“Shnookums? Huh.” Madam's gaze lingers on you, and you hold her stare, feeling a flicker of something unpleasant. It's not hostility, but something else. Calculation, maybe. "Well, well, this seems interesting, let's talk in private."

You both get up and follow her into a back room, the curtain swishing shut behind you. The room is dimly lit, with a large desk and a few chairs, thick incense heavy and smoking, there are ornate paintings and the walls are red with foiled gold leaf. There's a sense of something seedy but also it’s classy in a way. It’s what you would picture for a Madam, you think at least.

Madam sits down in a big red chair, plush and velvet, crossing long bare legs and smirking at you both. "What brings you to my establishment after so many years, Mr. Gojo?"

“Aww, miss me Madam?” He shoots a wink, and she rolls her eyes.

“Want a drink, you two?” You look at Gojo and he nods. “There’s a decanter of brandy right there, it’s a good year.”

“You’re always so sweet you know.” She scoffs, and his hand brushes your thigh before he stands, adjusting his suit a bit and then pouring from the crystal decanter, allowing the Madam time to study you.

“You’re awfully pretty. You should come work for me.” She cooes, and Satoru comes over and scowls at her, making her smirk. “What, she’d make top dollar.”

“I enjoy law, but thank you for the offer.” You say smoothly, and the madam’s red lips tilt up.

“I like her.”

“I know, she’s the best. Here ya go, Madam.” Gojo hands her a glass, then you, with the clear amber liquid. “Now…” He sits next to you, hand possessively clutching your thigh, he always has to touch you when he can, and you love it, love feeling so connected. “I need to talk to one of your girls. She might have information on our suspect."

Madam's expression doesn't change. "Which one?"

"Kanna."

Her eyes flicker with something, but she remains calm. "Kanna is no longer with us. She's moved on to... other opportunities."

You see Satoru's jaw clench, and you know he's not buying it. "Bullshit," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "I know she's still here, I’ve already had details about her. And I need to talk to her."

Madam sighs, leaning back in her chair. "Very well. But what's in it for me?" She asks, and Satoru smirks now.

“How about… this.” He pulls out a giant wad of hundreds, there was surely thousands of dollars there, and she nods then, standing.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Gojo. I’ll have her come in. It was a pleasure to meet you, you’ve got quite a man.” She is trailing her long red nails across your cheek, tilting your chin up. “And he’s got quite a girl.”

“I sure do.” She tousles Satoru’s white hair, sauntering out then, leaving you both waiting in anticipation. “She’s kinda a bitch.”

“Mmm, seems like a businesswoman to me.” Satoru chuckles, as you take a sip of the strong liquor, coughing a bit.

“Lightweight.”

“Hey!” Soon though, a young woman with short black hair and a wary look in her eyes enters the room. She's dressed in a short, lacy dress that leaves little to the imagination. You can see the fear in her eyes as she looks at Satoru, and something in your chest tightens.

"Thank you for coming, Kanna. We need your help." Satoru says then, standing up to shake her hand, and her eyes flick to you, and then back to Satoru, curiously.

"Sure, what's going on?"

"We're working on a case," he says, his voice softer now. "And we think you might have some information that could help us."

Kanna looks at the floor, biting her lip. "I don't know anything."

Satoru's gaze turns intense, and you can feel the power in the room shift, it’s like you can see him go into that mode, the serious one. "Look at me," he commands, and she does, her eyes wide with fear. "I need the truth, Kanna. We're trying to put away a dangerous fucking man, and free an innocent one."

For a long moment, she's silent. Then she looks up, her eyes meeting both of you, fidgeting as she sits down finally. "Okay," she whispers, "I'll tell you what I can, that was a long time ago."

“Thank you, Kanna. All right, do you remember a run in with Naoya Zenin?” She tenses, and nods, and you see it right on her face, she’s fucking terrified.

Kanna's voice is shaky as she starts talking, her eyes darting between you and Satoru, and you can see the fear in them. She tells a story of a night with Naoya, a night that ended with bruises and tears. The way she describes his behavior sends a chill down your spine, confirming the suspicions you've had since the moment you laid eyes on him.

Satoru's expression is unreadable, his icy blue eyes never leaving hers, studying her, even as he still holds on to you so close, like you’re tethering him from losing his shit. You hold his hand carefully, he is so tense and you can feel the anger simmering under his calm exterior, his hand balling into a fist at his side that’s not holding you. You know he's holding back, for now, but you’re not sure for how long.

Satoru is furious as he hears what he’s done.

“So why didn’t you say it was him that night with your friend!?” Satoru’s voice is harsh, and you can feel him coming apart at the seams. You struggle to hold his hand, which is clenched so tightly in a fist.

She opens her mouth, then closes it, and tears start pouring from her eyes, so you stand up then, grabbing a box of tissues, and you walk over to her, bending on a knee down on the plush rug. You dab her eyes gently, and she smiles a bit tremulously, Satoru is quiet behind you.

“He’s just really, really worried about someone else getting hurt. You can tell us anything, we’ll protect you, okay?” She nods then, and you come to hold her hands, which are cold and clammy.

“Th-thank you. He told me he’d kill me if I said anything, and I believed him… I was so afraid.” She’s sobbing and you’re holding her thin body, as it wracks with her shaking shoulders.

Satoru comes up then, putting a hand on her shoulder, and one on yours, mouthing a ‘thank you’.

When she finishes her story, you can see the wheels turning in Satoru's head. He's piecing together the puzzle, looking for the one piece that will make it all make sense. "Thank you, Kanna, you've been very helpful. Do you think Madam has any vido cameras back there?”

She frowns, nodding. “She does. I’m not sure how far back they go but I suppose you might find the video of him with me. As for my friend who… is gone… I don't think so. He took her to his place.”

“I’ll pay her to find it. Kanna, could you possibly share this in court?”

“Oh god facing him!?”

“We’ll be right there, Kanna.” You say reassuringly. “He scares me too, he’s already… threatened me.” Your eyes lower, and she gasps, then holds your hands tightly.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh my god!” You hug her tightly, feeling so much emotion for a girl you barely know. “Kanna you’re so brave.”

“I wouldn’t want you hurt because I was too afraid. But please… I need to make sure I’m safe.”

“You will be, I can get you out of here too if you want. A new life, far away?” She sighs, nodding then, and Gojo stands up and hands her a huge amount of money now, so much it was insane to physically see.

“Oh, you don’t have to.” She hands it back, but Gojo shakes his head.

“You’re doing me the biggest favor. Just keep this between us.”

“Of course, thank you. It will help me so much.” She stands up and hugs Gojo, then comes to hold your hands. “Please be careful. Mr. Gojo take good care of her.”

“I will, of course, I’ll get this mother fucker. Don’t worry.” She exhales, and there is a heavy tension in the room as you both get up to leave, Satoru's hand on the small of your back guiding you out.

Once you're outside, the cool evening air hits you like a slap in the face, and you both take a moment to breathe. "Shit, that was... something."

Satoru turns to you, his eyes a mess of emotions, those swirling cerulean depths drinking you in. He pulls you flush against him, exhaling, warm against the chill of the air, puffing a bit of your hair back. “You were amazing there.”

“What? No, Satoru, I just comforted her.” You look down a bit, but he tilts your chin back up.

“No, you were so caring, where I was harsh. Thank you. I don’t know if she would have opened up without you.” You hug him tightly, and he sinks his lips onto yours, moaning softly in your mouth.

“You’re so welcome, I’m so happy if I helped.”

“You have no clue. I’m learning from you.”

“No way.”

“Mmhmm.” You both keep pecking kisses, as his praise washes over you, making you so damn happy you can’t think. “Let’s get some rest, big day tomorrow.”

“Cuddle?” He smirks, nodding, and leads you back.

That night you end up falling asleep in his lap again, as he can’t tear himself from his research, and your heart aches for him.

****

Satoru Gojo is sipping on a sugary mocha frappe, as you’re sipping on a french roast the next day in a break room. This morning had been more witness testimonies, as Satoru is waiting to ruin it all if he can’t get this witness, Kanna, to be allowed.

“They’ll allow it! Fuck yes.” He says once he’s hung up the cell phone, his eyes lit up, despite the heavy dark circles. You bounce up eagerly, and he pulls you to him, exhaling as he clings so tightly.

“Oh Satoru, this is good news.”

“I’ll play stupid and fuck it all up. I’ll let him get ruined. But fuck, it’s going to be shit to ‘lose’.”

“You’ll be winning, really. Think about it.”

“If he says one word, I’ll fucking kill him.” Satoru says, tersely, then his alarm goes off, it’s time for you all to head back. “Fuck remember when I fingered you in like four minutes?”

You giggle at that, shaking your head at his change of subject. “Yes, I remember, crazy man. You spit on it!”

“Sure did.” He purrs out the words, and you’re a blushing mess now as he pulls you so close. “I’m taking a break after this case, thinking I’ll become a daddy.”

“Satoru stop that!” You smack at his hands as they come over your tummy, and he’s giving you puppy eyes.

“Too flat, I need it filled with me.” He picks you up, as you wriggle around in his hold, but he’s way stronger, and you’re getting turned on with him.

“You’re such an adrenaline whore! You’re getting turned on because we’re gonna get him, aren’t you!?” He grins then, letting you down, you slide down his chest slowly, giggling then.

“Like you’re not too, get turned on by true crime.” You shove at him playfully, before falling easily into his kisses. “I love you, Shnookums.”

“I love you, Toru. We got this.” You pop more reassuring kisses, but there is such a looming presence to your happiness, a heaviness in your chest that you can’t quite describe, gnawing at you.

You shove it down, you need to be here for Toru.

****

Sitting next to Naoya again, you have your shoulders squared, your chin up high as you watch your man, as he decimates the prosecution with ease, like any good defense attorney. Each question is a dance, a mix of Gojo pretending to try, and letting so much slip that will go against Naoya, as if biding his time until he’s going to demolish his own case.

“The prosecution calls Kanna Otigori to the stand.” Says the prosecutor, and Gojo pretends to be surprised along with everyone else. He may or may not have paid off the prosecution to call her.

Yeah Gojo is something alright.

Her eyes widen in fear as she sees Naoya next to you, and you look over to watch him stiffen, his fists clenching the table so hard they’re turning white. You can’t stop the smile the quirks up on the side of your lips, but you instantly erase it when he looks over at you. His eyes are terrifying, they make you tremble as he glares.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Zenin?” You ask softly, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes and sinking down into the seat.

“Didn’t give you permission to talk to me.” It’s your turn to scoff, looking at your notes for a moment, but suddenly he’s gripping your leg so hard you’re crying out, the courtroom is too loud currently with the uproar for it to stand out.

“Get the fuck off me.” You hiss at him, and he slides his hand up then, you grip his wrist, digging your nails in and glaring. “Get off.”

“I’ll expose you both if you ruin this shit for me, fucking got me?�� You tremble, looking away as he continues to boldly touch you, in front of the whole room, but no one could see. “Let me catch you when your body guard isn’t around.”

He lets you go, and your heart is shattered, as you realize everything you have with Satoru is going to crumble. You’d ruin your career, his… but you can’t let him get away with this shit. You casually kick the fuck out of him with your heel under the table, and he damn near lunges at you before he realizes what he’s doing.

“Was gonna be sweet with you. Not now. I’ll fucking ruin every inch of you.” He whispers, and finally you can’t take it, you’re hyperventilating. You step out, rushing through the room, and eyes are everywhere on you.

You sink against the wall, holding your chest, it feels as if it were going to just explode, and then Satoru is there, holding you. “Satoru, no, go back in. Go back in! You need to fucking get him! You-”

“What’d he say!? What happened!? Baby tell me.” He’s cupping your face, having left his own damn trial for you.

“I’m ruining your life.” You whisper through tears, and his lips part in a gasp, as he shakes his head furiously, bending low, his beautiful face blurring as you keep feeling more and more faint. Your blood pressure has skyrocketed, you’re shaky, and you can’t catch a breath.

“You’re making my life. There was nothing before you. Stop it. Please, baby, c’mere…” He pulls you against him as you continue to hyperventilate, to the point you’re not sure you can breathe anymore. “Baby breathe with me. Please.”

Satoru holds you close, his hand rubbing circles on your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, trying to calm you down. You focus on his steady breaths, trying to match them, but it's hard, really hard. The walls seem to be closing in, and all you can think about is Naoya's threats, about Satoru’s future, and you realize you’re crying all over his dress shirt.

"I've got you, everything will be fine." He whispers, and you want to believe him, you really do. You cling to his suit, breathing him in, trying to ignore the panic attack that's taking over your body.

But it's not fine, is it? It’s never going to be fine if Naoya gets away with this.

You manage to suck in a breath, and he leans back to look at you, his eyes searching your face, so concerned, so loving. "You okay?"

"No." You admit, and his own expression cracks, just a bit. "But I'll be okay. We'll get him."

"We will, I promise you. If not, I’ll fucking murder him, you got me?” He cups your face as he says it, as you lose yourself in his eyes. “What did he say?”

“I can’t tell you, you’ll fuck up the case. I need your head in the game, you need to get him. Please.” Satoru scowls then, opening his mouth to demand you tell him, when a court officer approaches, looking stern.

"Mr. Gojo, you're needed back in the courtroom." Satoru nods, looking torn.

“I need a break, please, I’ll be back in. Don’t worry, I'm okay.” He frowns, and you feel his energy, his love, as he shakes his head, but you gently push him.

"I love you. I promise I’ll do this right." He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before he has to go back in, but his touch lingers, as you hug yourself, trying to control the violent shaking.

If you are going to be a criminal lawyer, you need to try to face this, you need to push past it.

You allow yourself some time before you walk back in, sitting next to this fucking man, and finally watch Satoru work his magic. He gives you a reassuring little smile, and you thank God he doesn’t know what Nouya did just yet, you know he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Your skin crawls as you continue to sit next to this disgusting man, but he’s actually terrified now, his eyes bulging out of his head, as Gojo plays ‘dumb’ and acts so shocked that the witness is ruining his case. He’s waving his hands dramatically, and trying to ‘argue’ his way, half assed of course, and suddenly the prosecution is looking happy.

“Kanna, how are we to believe you!?” Satoru asks, as if he’s really trying to dissuade her, then suddenly, a bailiff is handed evidence, and Satoru once more pretends to look shocked.

It’s a perfect show.

You both had admitted it to evidence by paying the Madam double what Satoru already had, to make it look like the Prosecution had done so. These Prosecution lawyers probably thought they were killing it, beating the Satoru Gojo!? And Satoru let them think so.

The Satoru Gojo, the best lawyer, who never loses, is going to lose on purpose, so he can make sure this fucker disappears.

“What is this!?” Satoru asks, as the judge views it, turning pale.

“This is… please, everyone, allow me a moment.” The judge is so disgusted she walks out for a moment, before convening with the lawyers and the rest of the team. “We will play this, but please be aware, it’s graphic.”

The video so clearly shows Naoya abusing Kanna, and you feel your stomach roll with nausea, tensing, as the jury looks on in horror. Kanna has already been escorted back, and you know she will be going far away, starting hopefully a much better life than she had. You’re ready to vomit, as Naoya is losing his shit, and his family is trying to control him.

Satoru is holding his mouth, as if he’s as sick as the rest of you, at points he couldn’t even look. “Your honor, I have nothing to say, defense rests.”

Everyone in the courtroom is in shock, there’s so much noise that the judge banging her gavel isn’t doing a damn thing, they’re all losing their shit. The famous Gojo rests his case, and he comes up to stand between you and Naoya, who lunges at him, and you see Satoru’s insane blue eyes, his brows up high, grin huge like the joker. He looks fucking crazy.

“Looks like our next talk will be how to keep you off death row.” He says, patting Naoya then on the shoulder, and then he’s just dragging you out, you race in your heels to catch his quick, long strides, until you all are out front.

“Satoru, are you okay? That was-”

“What’d he do? What’d he do fucking tell me.” You blink a bit, as he’s cupping your face so tight, and that insane look is even more insane, his eyes are so bright they hurt you to stare at. You take a shaky breath, looking around, and seeing people filing out of the courtroom.

“Satoru, we can’t right here-”

“I don’t fucking care. Tell me. Now. I have to know what he said to get you that way, what he threatened, he’s clearly a fucking monster!” His voice is breaking, and it breaks your heart to see him this way, as he’s got you in a vice like grip.

“Satoru, you’re hurting me.” You whisper, as he’s squeezing your head so hard it aches, he instantly releases you, pulling you against him and kissing you, shamelessly right there. “Satoru we can’t!”

“You’re fucking mine. I’m so tired of it.” He’s burying his face in your neck, and you know people can see, they’re starting to stop and say things.

“Please calm down.” You ease back a bit, then pull him away further, until you are behind a little alcove in front of the court house, and Satoru is completely on edge, he’s trembling all over. You run your hands gently down his arms. “If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t do something rash.”

“Nope, just tell me.” You sigh again, then hug your own arms, looking down as he studies you. “I need to fucking know baby.”

“Shit. He touched my thigh… and higher. Satoru!” He’s punching the bannister, and you watch it crackling, as he faces you again. “What else?”

“Satoru…”

“What else!?”

You tremble at his tone, you’ve never seen him so unhinged and it’s terrifying you now. “He… said he’d ruin me for you.”

“Fucking what!?”

“It’s fine, we’re going to-”

“I’m done acting so fucking mature. I’m done being the bigger person. He can’t touch you, don't you get it baby? I’ll never let him touch you again.” Satoru slings off his jacked as Naoya is coming right for him, and your heart drops in your stomach.

There’s no reaching Gojo now.

The crowd gathers around the two of you, whispers flying, as Naoya stops right in front of you, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "You think you're so fucking clever, don't you, Gojo?"

Gojo grins, looking terrifying, but Naoya doesn’t back up one bit, as Gojo starts laughing then. "It’s about to get so much worse for you. I wonder which boy will rape you in prison?" Satoru says, his voice deadly calm, his eyes glowing with rage.

Naoya loses his shit then, shoving at him. "You think you can just use me to win your little game? I'll show you what happens when you mess with me."

Satoru steps closer, so close you can feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. "You're already going down, Naoya. This is just the cherry on top, beating you to a fucking pulp for touching her."

You watch as Naoya's eyes narrow, his hands curling into fists, and Naoya swings first, but Satoru is already moving, his fist connecting with Naoya's jaw with a sickening crack. The sound echoes through the air, and Naoya stumbles back, his mouth hanging open in shock, and you watch blood already pouring from Satoru’s huge fist connecting.

You watch in horror as Gojo grabs him, slamming him against the banister, each punch thrown with the precision of a master. It's clearly not Satoru’s first time fighting, he seems to know every spot. Naoya struggles to get a single hit in, but Satoru is ducking, then swinging and punching his stomach.

“I said if you touched her you’d fucking die.” He bites out, as people are now recording on their phones.

Shit.

“Satoru…” You try to get his attention, but he’s well past that, and you want to stop him, but your body is frozen, your heart racing as you watch the man you love beat the living daylights out of the monster that is Naoya.

Satoru is like a force of nature, unstoppable, relentless, and you're both terrified and turned on by the power he exudes, and there’s now the threat of everyone seeing this, seeing him fighting Naoya over you. Naoya lands a hit on Satoru’s pretty face now, and you lose your shit, you snatch up your briefcase, coming behind him and whacking the fuck out of him now.

You can hear the murmurs of the crowd, the gasps, the whispers of shock and excitement as you’ve seemingly joined the fight. “Don’t touch him, you piece of shit!” You growl out, and Naoya coughs up blood, as Gojo grins over at you, pulling you to him for a moment.

“Fuck you’re hot.” He says, and you actually giggle, as he’s covered in blood, kissing you in front of a whole audience.

You all are SO fucked.

Naoya comes and shoves you then, knocking you on your ass, and then Satoru is back on him, knocking him to the ground and straddling him. “I’ll fucking kill you, don’t you dare touch her!”

Naoya’s family is trying to break it up, as are others, but the fight is brutal, each hit landed with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. It seems like it goes on forever, but it's really only a matter of minutes before Naoya is on flat the ground, not moving, and Satoru is kneeling over him, chest heaving as he keeps punching. Naoya isn’t even conscious.

“Satoru… he’s out.” You come to him then, touching his shoulder, so tense and shaking, but he looks up at you, then back at him, and punches his swollen, bruised face again, as you hear the sirens approach.

Shit.

The police come rushing over now, trying to pull Gojo away, but he’s not listening, he’s lost in his rage, until you’re grabbing his shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s over, Toru please stop, please." You’re shaking him, and finally, he’s coming back to reality, looking down at you, his eyes still alight with that rage, but now there’s a hint of something else.

Guilt.

He looks at you, and you just nod, and stand then, and he kisses you, so hard, before the cops can drag him away, whispering in your ear. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it, I’ll get us out of this, I promise. I love you so much, so much.”

“Satoru, I’ll get you out. I’ll head right there okay!?” He nods then, as the cops are putting the love of your life in handcuffs, and the ambulance is taking a completely unrecognizable Naoya away.

You’re left standing there, as Satoru is taken away in the car, and you hop in his, heart racing and hands trembling, as you now have to navigate his car, and you follow the cop car, seeing his bright blue eyes peeking at you from the rear window. You stay right behind them until you get to the jail.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse inside of his car, smacking the wheel as your chest is heaving, as you’re fucking terrified.

You end up having to wait over three hours, agonizing as your friends let you know they’ve already watched the video on youtube. As Suguru and Nanami blow up the phone Gojo left, and there’s an insane amount of calls from Dean Yaga to both of your phones, that go unanswered.

You all are so fucked.

After a long, long wait, they let you bail Satoru out, luckily he had a fuck ton of money in his wallet, because it was hefty, and when he steps out, he is laughing and chit chatting with the cops. They’re patting his back, apologizing for this, and he’s grinning when he finally gets to you.

“Satoru!” You’re in tears, and he picks you up in his arms, hugging you tightly, and the cops clear their throats.

“Let’s go, baby.” Now you’re cleaning Satoru’s wounds in the little hotel bathroom, pulling out different things from the first aid kit.

You gently clean Satoru's face, your trembling hands moving with the gentle precision of a sculptor repairing a cherished masterpiece. Satoru’s beautiful face is a masterpiece, and to see it marred seems so cruel. You’re dabbing on his busted lower lip carefully, before applying antiseptic.

“It might sting.” You murmur apologetically, and he smiles a bit, as his hands sit on the nip of your waist, hands encompassing it.

“I am getting taken care of by the hottest nurse, I’ll not be a little bitch and cry about it.” You snort at that, as his hands now press into your hips, making you melt more and more.

“You’re too positive. Fuck you know what happened…” You exhale, as you continue to wipe him clean, dabbing right on his eye which is swelling a bit. “I’ll get some ice for this.”

“Mmm, you spoil me. Nurse and student fantasies.” You giggle at him, returning with some ice and wrapping a washcloth, placing it on his brow bone.

 His eyes are closed, and his breaths are shallow, but he grips your hips firmly, as if afraid you'll slip away. The room's stark lighting casts stark shadows across his skin, highlighting the raw, red marks where Naoya's knuckles had made contact. The adrenaline rush from the fight has begun to recede, leaving behind a cold wave of fear that now crashes over you,

“I’m scared, Satoru.” You whisper, and Satoru's eyes finally open, meeting yours with a fiery intensity that makes you gasp. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening.

“Don’t be baby girl, I’ll deal with this. I promise, I won’t let it touch you.” He says desperately, and you shake your head, blinking back tears.

“Why don’t you ever worry about you!? Why is it only me!” You’re shaking him by the shoulders, and he lets you, just studying you with heartbreakingly gorgeous eyes.

“I’m rich as fuck, I’ll pay them to keep you at the school.”

“Satoru, what about you!? You’ve done everything to nail him, even losing this damn case, you can’t let this ruin you. Not when you help so many.” You whisper, and now you’re straddling him as he sits at the edge of the tub, and he’s blinking back emotion, his long white lashes dripping with little droplets of tears.

“Who do I help?” His broken voice kills you, you shake your head, gently cupping his cheeks, careful not to hurt him, and he’s gripping your hips bruisingly, as if he never wants to let you go.

“So many people! Satoru you’ve saved lives, you’ve put away murderers-”

“An innocent man!”

“And we’ll get him out! Stop it, you need to know how amazing you are.” He’s crying silently now, you gently brush his tears away, taking a shaky breath. “You’ve saved me in so many ways. You’ve given me arms that make me feel like I’m at home, finally.”

He’s sobbing, resting his head on your chest, and you cling to him, holding him so tightly as he does, his big hands gripping your shirt so tightly you think he’ll rip it right off. Every sob and shake break you internally, as the man you love is so broken, he’s got so much fucking pain.

“I fucked us up too.”

“No! We’ll handle it. We will. Satoru nothing will keep me from this, even if… even if I can’t…”

“Don’t say that, you have to be a lawyer, fuck you’re destined for it. You’re so good baby. I swear to god I won’t let that fuck up.” He looks back to you, and you nod, trembling in his hold as emotions flow, as the little bathroom is suffocating in all the emotion and tension.

“I will do anything for you, Satoru Gojo. Anything.” He picks you up then, moaning, and wincing at the same time. “Satoru, are you okay!?”

“ ‘Tis but a scratch.”

“Did you just quote Monty Python?”

“Good girl.” You giggle, even though it’s fucking insane, even though you are both beyond fucked, even though Satoru just beat up a murderer and everyone knows about you.

Even if your life is ruined, Satoru is here.

Flesh and blood.

“I need you, I need you. Please.” You’re begging as he’s carrying you to the bed, and he exhales, undressing you slowly, unzipping the business skirt you were still wearing, as the moonlight is pouring in through the hotel window. You tremble as he unbuttons your blouse, kissing each inch of exposed skin.

“I’ll give you anything, baby girl.” He murmurs, as your hands are enwrapping in his snowy white hair, so soft in your fingers, and then he’s got you bare aside from a bra and panties. “Beautiful.”

“Oh, Toru…” You’re crying now too, needing him so badly you can’t think, breaths coming quicker when he takes off his shirt, revealing that perfect body. You eagerly run your hands down it, kissing down his chest, until he shoves you down on the bed, right on your back, shaking his head.

“Let me take care of you, baby girl. Please?” He whispers, his eyes dilated so that there’s just a thin blue ring, as his hands caress your sensitive skin, leaving a wake of fire. “Be a good girl f’me, baby?”

“Yes, of course. Of course, Toru. Please.” You whisper, sitting up to undo your bra, letting your breasts bounce out, and he’s groaning, gripping them and squishing them in his hands, kissing down each mound. You cry out at how good it feels when he bites you there, when he squeezes so hard.

“Too rough baby?” You shake your head, and he exhales, kissing around an areola before sucking one of your perky nipples in his mouth, nipping it with his teeth, and your hips buck up at how good it feels. It shoots straight through your tummy, where his hand is sliding down. “I fucking love your body.”

“Th-thank, ah! Toru!” You’re soaking your panties, as he’s slipping his finger down the waistband, moaning when he finds you.

“You’re such a good girl, always so wet f’me baby. Aren’t you?” His voice is hoarse, his finger slipping up and down between your lips, and you’re clutching him so tightly, manicured nails digging in his back, making him hiss. “Yes, fucking mark me, please baby.”

“Toru…” You’re not used to him like this, as his eyes flutter shut over you, and he’s so vulnerable then, so needy, as he whines when you’re finding him over his pants, rubbing. “So hard for me Toru? Show me.”

“Yes baby.” He leans back and takes off his clothes finally, you eagerly go to touch him, feeling his length twitch in your grip, but he shoves you back down, shaking his head. “I need to take care of you.”

“You can do that by fucking my throat?” He groans at that, eyes shutting for a moment, allowing you to look just how beautiful he is as that moonlight hits his alabaster skin.

“You drive me insane. The moment I first looked into your goddamn eyes at that club. No, before, when I saw you just standing there.” You’re blinking rapidly, as he’s taking your panties off, kissing down between your breasts, nipping at the tight skin at your ribcage, and you cry out, growing even wetter as your cunt is exposed to the cool air of the room.

“You did?” You whisper, he looks up with those heartbreaking eyes, nodding and kissing further down, nipping your soft tummy, then even lower, shoving your thighs apart and groaning.

“You didn’t belong there. It’s what I thought. I thought, who is this girl? Why does she make my heart stop?” You’re sobbing, even as much as you’re soaking wet between your thighs, your fucking eyes are too, and you’re arching your back for his hot mouth, as your love grows so much it hurts.

“Satoru, I couldn’t- fuck- stand it when I saw you. You changed everything… at that moment I- ah!” He’s licking your inner thigh, right where it’s at that apex, and you’re shivering at the sensation, then he’s breathing on you, looking up in the night up your body. “I knew I was done for.”

“Knew when I tasted this perfect pussy. When I drank you.” He laps you up then, the way this man devours you, the way he worships you, you can’t stand it, you can’t take it, you’re so close already, you’re shattering with a few flicks of that tongue. He groans against you. “When I saw… those eyes… when you cum…”

“Satoru, please, please. Fuck me. Please.” You beg for him, yanking at his hair now, and he desperately slides up you, as you cup his bruised and cut face, still so beautiful it’s unreal, and you feel that weight on you, feel his body heat pouring through your skin. “Please, Toru. Need you in me.”

“I’ll give you anything.” He shoves inside you then, and you’re screaming, literally screaming at the stretch, at the fill, as your greedy cunt is sucking him right in. “F-fuck, you feel so goddamn perfect, sucking me in s’good.”

“Toru! S’big- ngh I- fucking love your cock, fuck.” He presses on your throat now, squeezing and shoving his cock inside you so deep, to the hilt, you lose oxygen, seeing stars glittering behind your damn eyes.

“Feel me baby girl?” He presses on your stomach then, and you look down, as he moves in and out, seeing a bulge that makes you blush furiously. You just nod, as he still has his other hand on your throat. “Feel me everywhere.”

“I do, Satoru fuck… I do. Everywhere.” You whisper, as he’s choking you tightly, you grip his wrist with one hand, the other clutching to his back, nails digging in again, and he hisses, before pulling back a bit.

“Can you take it hard?” You nod, eagerly, then he exhales, as if he’s been holding back, his consideration touches you, but his cock railing you, ruins you.

“T-T-Toru!” You’re choking out his name, as he’s fucking into you brutally now, as his mad blue eyes dreamily drink your face in, and you lose yourself in them, in Satoru Gojo, as he’s pounding you into the mattress, as he’s taking your breath. You cum so hard you feel like you’re floating, like you’re flying so damn high in the air, and only he brings you back.

Satoru eases his grip on your neck, but now he’s leaning down, pressing one of your thighs up high and fucking even deeper, and you’re close again, already so oversensitive you can’t take it. You’re desperately clinging to his neck, to his shoulders, anywhere and everywhere you can cling to.

“I need… you… forever. Baby. Forever.” He huffs, and his words shock you, as you both had said your love, but…

This is crazy.

Could there be a forever?

You’d do anything to have a forever.

“Yes, Toru, yes… forever. Forever yours. Only you.” You whisper back, your brows drawing together as he’s sweating now, his skin slick as yours is now too, and he’s dripping just a bit, his chest down to your breasts. You’re cumming again, clinging to him so tight, he is groaning as he studies you, so carefully, like you’re the only woman or thing in this world.

“Only me. Only me.” He’s huffing as he works over you, then he’s entwined his hands in yours, your fingers together, and you’re sobbing at how good he feels, as his curved cock drags in your walls. He hisses as they flutter around him, resting his forehead on yours. “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you. Toru. You.” Hushed whispers continue, as Toru relentlessly pounds your pussy, and he’s fucking you into another orgasm, you’re so wet you’re slippery, so wet you hear the lewd squishing. He’s kissing you now, his firm lips on yours, uncaring of his cut, he’s brutal in his kiss.

“Mine. Mine to keep. Protect. Fucking breed.” He says now, looking at you manically, and you’re falling off that edge with him, chest heaving, as he’s pressing his hard chests on your lush breasts, as he’s grinding his cock deep against your cervix and you’re screaming out, arching your back.

He’s kissing down your neck now, and you’re shaking violently. “Breed me, Toru, breed me please.”

“Mmm, baby, fuck!” He’s moaning, he’s whimpering, just as you’re whining out pathetically, and he’s grabbing your hips up, shoving in so deep it hurts, but you crave it, your sloppy cunt is milking him as he releases. “Take it baby. Take it.”

“T-Toru! Ngh!” You’re cumming again, as his huge load of thick cum pours in you, and he’s exhaling, his eyes never leaving yours, lidded and fucked out just like your own, as you both whine at how sensitive you are. “Love you. Want your babies.”

“Want em? Want em in you?” You nod, and he keeps pumping that cum in you, clinging to your hands as he’s kissing you, desperately, and you’re gone now, there’s only you and Satoru Gojo.

No world.

You’d do anything for him. Anything to feel this.

Satoru exhales, leaning up a bit, and you frown when you notice he’s busted his lip back open, gently touching it with your thumb. “Fuck I love you.”

“And I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You whisper, and he kisses you again, you both don’t care about the bit of blood, you greedily take his kisses, as he turns you then, pulling you so close against him, clinging to you. “Oh, Satoru…”

“I fucked up shit.” He’s shaking, so you hold him close, shaking your head as you struggle to come down from the climaxes, from the dizzying madness that consumes you, from Satoru Gojo.

“We’ll figure something out. I’ll do whatever it takes.” He glares down at you, his jaw tense, so tense you see a vein popping out. You run a finger down it, as your thigh is over his own, as you’re a tangle of limbs in the messy bed. “I’ll never fucking leave you, Satoru.”

“Never!? Promise me please.” He begs now, and you nod eagerly, earning more of his messy kisses.

“How could I? There’s nothing but you.” He’s gripping you so tightly to him you swear you hear your damn ribs creak, like he can’t get you close enough. You snuggle to his big body, as reality sets in on you both. “We are in deep shit though.”

“Deep shit. Quicksand of shit. But guess what?”

“What?” You whisper, looking up at him, your messy hair being brushed back by his sure touch.

“I’ll do anything for you.”

His words hurt you, as you know he literally means anything. “Don’t try to sacrifice yourself for me! We’ll do it together.”

“You’re my everything. There’s nothing without you.” You feel those sticky hot tears returning as he caresses your face, as you feel his erratic heartbeat against your palm. You feel his desperation, his energy, his need, and it matches your own.

“Then keep your fucking self safe too. Okay!?” He doesn’t answer you, he’s just caressing your hair, in gentle strokes, so soothing. “Satoru don’t do anything stupid, please.”

“I already did, didn’t I?”

You glare now, shaking at your worry, at your anger, at your love. “We can fix it, or I’ll go down for it. It’s worth it to be with you.”

“I’ll not let shit get you. Never baby.” He kisses you again, and you’re falling apart and being put back together in this damn hotel room, and you’re just trying to avoid the reality of tomorrow in his strong arms.

Ao3 chap https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/150274354

[anggltz]

HIIIIII me and my friends all picked 8 characters to compete for this tournament. the tournament doesn’t really have a theme it’s just whos best basically. THIS bracket is between Jing Yuan from Honkai Star Rail ANDDD Phoenix Wright from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy

[yuwuta]

gojo assistant to gojo househusband is EVERYTHING to me he’d be so good at it. packing up bentos before work, visiting u for a lunch break, visiting u for a shoulder and neck massage. hes just so cute. i bet that even when he gets to a househusband role he’d still do some assistant duties and he absolutely is against u getting another assistant bc he’s been that guy and he knows u are too easily fallen in love with. he’d probably only give up that role to someone that he trusts 100% and knows that won’t fall in love with you like yuuta and even then he probs gets a tiny bit irrationally jealous when yuuta knows a lot about your schedule and habits bc that’s HIS job but a lil smooch from u will have him too flustered to even remember what initially ticked him off

when he finally makes it out of the work husband territory, he’s already wildly insufferable as a boyfriend. but when he finally becomes your husband? all bets are off—if people thought satoru couldn’t be louder or prouder of you they were so, so very wrong. he was born for this. 

sends you off with a bento and a kiss every single morning, and then calls you right before lunch time to remind you to actually take your lunch break and eat—and maybe because he wants compliments on the food he made you. when he can’t send you off with lunch, he has yuuta deliver it for you, or he drops it off himself, which is always a welcome surprise, not just for you, but everybody in the office. it’s nice that he’s remembered so fondly, and some days he does miss it, but he wouldn’t trade in being your husband for the world. 

so true about yuuta being his replacement—satoru was very, very thorough in the vetting process of hiring your new secretary. he knows how easy it is to fall in love you, he knows what it’s like to be the work husband and he refuses to hire anybody else who might think even slightly like him. so, call it nepotism or call it favoritism, but yuuta is one of maybe three people satoru actually trusts with the job. turns out yuuta is best suited for it anyway, which brings satoru even more relief. on the days he really misses you, it makes him pout when you recount all the times yuuta saved your ass, but a kiss or two really is he needs to be brought back to reality. 

he’s always calling or texting you with paint samples or fabric samples, and you’ve learned to not try and make sense of satoru’s interior design priorities. you really don’t think that the guest bathroom needs new wallpaper, but he does and if he wants to install it, who are you to stop him. so many days you come home from work and he’s like, “oh, babe, my mom called in a friend of a friend and turns out her husband can make us our own version of that vintage couch you saw in the museum display last week,” which is. absolutely insane because that’s easily a $25,000 couch, but he just waves you off about it and asks you what color you want it in—he’ll handle everything else. 

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff

[celestie0]

your honor i would like to fuck my client once☝🏼before he gets thrown into the cell pls🧍🏻‍♀️

[syphn]

HIGURUMA I NEVER ONCE DOUBTED YOU ! when everyone else lost hope i sat here and WAITED