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rekino2114 · 4 months ago

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Yello! This is a revamped version of the students meeting male reader stronger than Fem Gojo.

It's the goodwill event arc and the teachers are all bickering (it started from Fem Gojo teasing utahime). Then a voice interrupts them all.

"Can you all act more professional.... You're embarrassing yourselves in front of the kids...."

The teachers immediately shut up, recognising the voice and look towards the source of it. The students did the same as their teachers.

They all saw a man who looks sleep deprived with messy shoulder length hair and wearing an oversized black tracksuit, hiding his muscular physique.

You walked over to them with a slight hunch on your back.

"a-ah... Y/N... I didn't expect to see you...." Utahime says nervously.

Now the students are wondering, why is that man able to set all the teachers on edge.

"My love! You actually came!" Fem Gojo latches onto male reader, peppering his face with kisses.

"WHATTT! THATS YOU'RE BOYFRIEND!!!" Fem gojo's students shout.

(you could write about the students reaction or what not :) )

Fem. Gojo introducing you to her students

(Fem gojo x male reader stronger than her part 2)

A/n: Thanks for the request. tbh i had a lot of fun writing this. This might be one of my favorite AUs to write for. Also I don't know if I mentioned this before but for all of the fem. Gojo posts I'll do, his name will be changed to satori gojo

Part 1 is here

"Geez utahime you can't even handle a bit of teasing, it's not my fault you're so weak"

"You call this straight-up bullying teasing?"

"What about it? Are you crying?"

"...Not again"

"How long has this been going on for?"

"I dunno an hour I think?"

The students continued to whisper to each other as gojo threw insults at the Kyoto school teacher, as much as they hated this no one disrupted the situation in hope of not becoming the next target of gojo's teasing.

"Can you all act more professional, you're embarrassing yourself in front of the kids"

Everyone turned towards the tired sounding voice and saw a man with bags under his eyes and messy hair. At his sight the adults in the room stayed silent in respect and a bit of fear until utahime broke the silence

"I-i didn't expect to see you here y/n"

"Who is this guy? he must be important"

"No idea, he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks"

"Can you two shut up"

The first years hushed convention was interrupted by their teacher running up to you and wrapping her arms around you

"My love, you actually came!"

"I was taking a nap downstairs. You woke me up"

"Oh I'm so sorry darling, you know how utahime gets"

"Wait a minute did gojo-sensei just call him.."

"My love? Does that mean...."

"THAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!!!"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't met him yet. I introduce to you all: the strongest sorcerer of this era a.k.a. my super-awesome boyfriend:y/n l/n"

".......hi...."

"This guy is the strongest?"

"Of course, didn't I tell you? The only person who could be stronger than me is my boyfriend"

"No offense but....you look like dirt, when's the last time you slept?"

"Don't listen to her babe, she's just jealous I got a boyfriend before her, you're as handsome as always"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS"

"it's nice to meet you, l/n-sensei. I'm yuji itadori"

"Itadori? Oh, you're sukuna's vessel, aren't you? Satori told me about you"

"Yep, are you really stronger than gojo? I've seen what she can do and it seems hard that someone could top that"

"Yeah, I am. Don't get me wrong, satori is extremely powerful. Her infinity and six eyes are nothing to take lightly...... but I'm stronger"

"Really?"

"I can confirm everything my love says, you know that weed I hollow purple'd yesterday?"

"The one me and todo fought?"

"Yep, well if y/n was there.....that curse would be history by now"

"Wow....he must be really strong"

"A curse you fought survived a hollow purple? That's not something you hear every day"

"It wasn't really a fight, plus the only reason it survived is because it barely dodged the hit. Don't worry if I see it again it won't end well for that asparagus"

"I hope to see it then, you know how much I love seeing you fight"

"Awww, the same goes for me, baby. I love seeing you absolutely destroy those curses"

You and the blindfolded woman kissed each other passionately as everyone else in the room slightly cringed at how lovey-dovey you were being

"Can you two get a room?"

You turned towards the voice just to see a familiar black haired boy that stayed mostly silent this whole time

"Oh. Hi megumi"

"Wait a minute, megumi, you know him?

"Yeah, him and gojo kinda raised me since I was little"

"......WHAAAAAAAAAAT?"

"Megumi's right, he's like our own son"

"Don't push it"

"YOU WERE RAISED BY THE 2 STRONGEST SORCERERS AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?"

"YEAH, YOU'RE WAY TOO SECRETIVE FUSHIGURO, WHAT ELSE ARE YOU HIDING?"

You looked at the first years arguing and smiled slightly, remembering the days when you and satori were students too, but you got pulled out of your thoughts by your girlfriend wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"Sooooo I was thinking we should do a baseball match for this year's exchange event"

"Don't we usually do individual fights?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to change it up. Would you be so kind as to vote with me?"

"Yeah, sure, baseball sounds fun"

"Thank you handsome~. How about we go for dessert as thanks? There's this new bakery that opened up. Their cheesecake is to die for"

"That sounds amazing satori, I love you"

"Love you too so so much"

You two kissed again, after which the infinity user held your hand and started to walk away

"Wait, gojo, we need to discuss more things before you-

"Whaaaaaaaaaat? I can't hear you yaga,me and y/n are going out. Text me later if it's super important k?"

As you two walked out of the building, the others in the room sighed heavily

"How does he put up with her?"

"No idea"

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rinhaler · 10 months ago

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Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

CHAPTER SUMMARY : the day of the big trip has arrived, and you're stuck with your bully for the whole ride there. maybe he'll be nice for a change...

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.

WORDS : 3.9k

notes : every friday was a funny joke right guys? right?

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“Are you sure you don’t need a ride tomorrow?” Gojo queries as he helps fill your fridge and cupboards with food he picked up for you. It's his way of an apology without actually saying the pivotal words. He told Yuuji he’d look out for you, and he will keep his promise. A few groceries are bound to make him look good in both your eyes and the eyes of your boyfriend.

“Yeah I’m sure. Toji is picking me up from here and then there’s a coach to take us out of town for our field trip.” you inform him.

He offers a smirk and silences himself as he continues to empty the bags. It's a devious look, and you know he has something to say. You aren't sure if you even want to know, but there's just something so irritating about Satoru Gojo that makes you think you'll die if you don’t pry whatever it is out of him.

“Could the reason that you’re declining my offer be that I don’t have what Toji has?” he wonders. You quirk your eyebrow in confusion; hoping it will prompt him to continue. “I mean, Toji has a perfect doppelgänger, right? A mini me, closer to your age.”

“What are you implying, Gojo?” you speak, an accusatory tone bleaching your words.

“Do you… like Megumi?” he inquires.

You wish you never asked.

You can’t help but scoff at that. He couldn’t have found a more inappropriate tree to bark up. Like Megumi? You can barely even stomach looking at him. He’s evil incarnate and, quite frankly, you hate him. You’ve tried being nice to him. You’ve tried being cordial. There isn’t much you haven’t tried to make your life easier when it comes to Megumi, nothing works. So liking him is completely out of the question.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” you laugh, helping him with the last of the shopping so that you can shoo him out quicker. He watches you frantically pick everything up and put it away, he can tell what you’re doing.

Did he touch a nerve?

“I’m with Yuuji,” you halt, a revolted look in your eye informing him of your now soured mood. “I mean, are you… stupid? Megumi has been bullying me since he moved into my art class, actually. So, maybe you should—”

“Alright, alright. No need to get defensive.” he snickers, pulling a lollipop out of his jacket pocket to suckle on as he heads towards the exit.

“I’m not being defensive. You’re being annoying.”

“Yeah? Well why is it that you’d rather take a ride with Papaguro over me. Is it him you like?” he pushes. It’s like he’s trying to make you snap.

“I. Have. A. Boyfriend!” you remind him, yet again, “Toji is hot, yes, in a friend’s dad calling you kiddo type of way. I guess. But he’s just that, a dad. He treats me like his own kid, and I have no interest in him passed being friends.” you explain, hoping to satiate Gojo’s curiosity enough to make him drop the subject.

“Do you call Yuuji daddy when you fuck? Giving off major kink vibes right now, sweetheart.”

“Get out.” you demand.

“Huh? Wait I was just—”

“Out! Gojo, out! You’re done. Get out of my house.” you tell him with a completely straight face. He holds his hands up in surrender as he makes his way towards your front door to leave. You’ve never met anyone as insufferable as Gojo in your life. Not even Megumi is as bad as him. You watch him from your door as you see him walk towards his car. When he opens the door, you decide to offer him some parting words. “Toji doesn’t like you very much, it’s like he doesn’t trust you. And I’m not sure if I do either.”

“Do you know what Toji did to his own kid? Abandoning him after his mother died?” he questions.

“Yeah. I do.”

“And you trust that guy and not me? Tch.” he sits behind the wheel and starts up his car. “Thought you were smarter than that, babe. I’ll see you around.”

The wait for Toji to pick you up is nauseating. It’s your first ride with both him and Megumi in the car. The younger Fushiguro had opted to catch a ride into school with his sister when he heard the news of Toji becoming your new chauffer. But with Tsumiki at work and zero desire to risk taking the bus and missing the coach, his dad became the safest option.

He sits in the back, much to your surprise, giving him the freedom to manspread across the backseat. Toji couldn’t coax many words out of you, your nerves were shot. Of course you said good morning and told him that you were doing okay, but that was as much as he could get.

“Be nice to her today, shit head.” Toji orders. He laughs when he feels Megumi kick the back of his seat in protest.

You shake it off. Everything. His voice, Megumi’s defiance. It all crumbles away as you look out of the window and pretend you’re a cloud.

“Looks like rain…” you sigh. They both hear you, but neither of them comments. The sky couldn’t be bluer and the sun is blaring down. Even the sidewalks are hot to the touch if you were to walk on them with bare feet.

“I’m serious Megumi. No funny shit today, best behaviour.”

“Tell him I’ve been nice to you so he shuts his fucking mouth. I’ve not been giving you any shit, have I?” Megumi speaks, kicking the back of your seat, eagerly awaiting a response. You sigh, and smile. But why should you keep covering for him? Today is going to be hellish whether he leaves you alone or not.

May as well get him in trouble with his darling dad.

“Are you counting when you locked us in the bathroom together? Or the other day when you when you called me an entitled bitch? Besides that, no. You’ve been so lovely to me ‘Gumi.” you hum, continuing to look out of the window.

The argument that breaks out between them goes completely over your head. The only thing on your mind is the sky. You wonder what colour the sky is where Yuuji is right now. Will he look at it and think of you, too? What is the sky like for him? Are you even on his mind? You wish he’d call, you long to hear his voice.

“Little bastard. I know you’re stupid, but I’m wonderin’ now if you’re fuckin’ deaf too. Because I’m sure I’ve told you to quit picking on her.” Toji scolds.

“I’ve done worse. Snitch.” he mutters under his breath.

“Listen to me, Megumi. Leave her the fuck alone. I won’t tell you again. She hasn’t done shit to you so stop making her life difficult for no God damn reason. Thought Yuuji was your friend, so what the fuck is all this for?” Toji continues as he keeps looking in the mirror so that he can stare at his son. It goes ignored as Megumi slumps back into himself and plays his music through his headphones loud enough to deafen the world around him. “Why didn’t you tell me about all that shit he did, princess?” he asks. You shrug your shoulders, ignoring him similarly to how Megumi was.

What a pair of brats.

He lets you both out of the car and stops you both from going anywhere before he says what he needs to say.

“You. Best fuckin’ behaviour or I’ll kick the shit out of you when you get home.” he warns his son as he ruffles his hair. He leaves right after that, heading in the direction of the coach eager to get a good seat. “And you, princess, call me if anything happens. I’ve got a meeting later but other than that I’m free. I’ll drive down to wherever the fuck you’re going and pick you up myself if he acts up.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiles, “Have a safe trip, kiddo.”

You feel yourself smiling and blood rushing to your face at the new nickname he’s bestowed upon you. It wouldn’t have made you as giddy if not for your meaningless conversation with Gojo.

Kiddo, huh? How embarrassing.

Maybe he was right about you having a daddy kink, after all.

You’ll have to let Yuuji know when you speak to him.

The coach is full of students and teachers, and most of the best seats are taken. Though, you do manage to find two unoccupied seats together, you manage to snag them before anyone else does.

Megumi is a few rows ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus; you catch him looking over his shoulders a few times at you. A furious deathly glare in his eyes, clearly still bitter over you ratting him out to Toji this morning.

He’s sitting alone, too, like he often does.

It surprises you that the mean girls of your class aren’t fawning over him.

And almost as if you summoned them, you feel a tug on your hair from behind. The redhead. The blonde traps you in by the window as she takes a seat beside you. Your heart is racing.

You’re sick of this.

Sick of them.

Sick of everything.

And having these two harass you the entire way is going to make this an even longer journey than it already is.

“Maybe we could ditch the group and have some cocktails.” the redhead jokes from behind you. “We had a great time last time we all got drunk together, right?” she snickers, earning a laugh from her friend in the process.

They become stiff and polite in an instant, and you don't even notice. You're too focused on using the window as your escape once more, imagining yourself as a drifting cloud with the hope it'll help you drown out their cruel words for the rest of the journey.

You gasp when you feel fingers digging into the fat of your underarm, gripping harshly enough to make you yelp.

“Get off me!” you shout.

You assume it's one of the girls trying to hurt you.

But you're wrong. Very wrong.

It's Megumi.

Is he trying to rescue you?

He tilts his head in the direction of the seats he's sitting in, telling you that he wants you to come with him. Noting that Megumi often chose words over actions, you decide he was the lesser of two evils and go with him. You pick up his backpack that he used to save your seat and get yourself comfortable beside the window.

“Is there a reason that you two keep bugging her? I asked you for one favour that you couldn’t even fucking follow. Are you trying to make up for it?” Megumi wonders. He speaks in hushed tones, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“We’re doing it for you, babe! We know you hate her, and—”

“I’m not gonna fuck either of you, y’know? I was using you. And I didn’t fucking ask you to do anything for me after the club. Leave me and leave her alone.”

They both look at you with disdain. You can’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth and looking out of the window to disguise it. Their expressions are too funny not to laugh at.

They're acting as if you casted some witchcraft over Megumi to make him turn on them. If they had any common sense, they’d realise he is just an asshole who uses people to get what he wants. His thigh rests against yours when he sits back down. It’s nice, for some reason, feeling caged in by someone as threatening as Megumi.

He’s done this before in a way that sent fear directly to your heart. He did it to intimidate you.

But this… is different. It’s protective.

His head rests back against the tall back of the coach seats as he listens to his music. His head lolls to the side, and for whatever reason he decides to open his eyes.

And, of course, he’s greeted to the sight of the girls. His eyes roll and he proceeds to flip them off, clearly done with entertaining them for a second longer.

“Why did you do that, Megumi?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he decided to save you from them.

“Shut up. Listenin’ to my music.” he hisses back.

You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s best not to push him. You reach down to pick up your sturdy tote bag and pull out a colour by numbers book and a pack of felt tip pens.

You hear him scoff when you pull down the tray on the back of the seat in front of you so that you can start to colour in. It goes over your head, though, instead of making a biting remark you simply flip him off with a smile.

You hear him clear his throat and turn his body away from you. His eyes flutter closed, and you can only assume he’s trying to nap. It’s fair enough, you think, the coach trip is three hours long. Maybe he didn’t get much sleep last night.

He grunts as he turns back to face you. Though he seems a little disoriented. Does he realise he fell asleep? He’d been lightly snoring for ten minutes.

He looks down at your colouring book, grunting in disapproval as you continue doing your best to remain within the black lines.

“God I fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who dragged me over here!” you snap back.

“Yeah, that was before I knew you were the type of person to colour things in wrong. Why is the fucking dolphin purple?” he laughs a little as he speaks, clearly amused with himself as he berates your colouring skills.

“I like purple. It’s cute!”

“Give me a page, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a page.”

“You want me to rip out a page of my brand new—”

“I’m bored! Give me one to colour in properly.” he demands.

You flip through the pages heading towards the back. There are a few pages you want to do yourself, so you refrain from tearing them. He studies your face and the changes in expression as you see pages you like and want to keep for yourself. Until finally, you find a page with a lion in the wild. It’s so cute, you almost don’t want to give him it. But before you can change your mind, he snatches the book out of your hand and tears it out carefully himself.

“Hey!” you object, but it’s too late.

“Shut up. You’d only ruin it anyway. You know lions aren’t green, right?”

“You shut up.” you moan at him, returning to the page you’d been colouring and dipping your fingers into your pack of felt tips to get another pen. You barely blink before they’re missing from your hands and have been stolen by Megumi as he fishes around looking for a colour he needs. “Those are mine!”

“Heard of sharing?” he responds.

“You’re meant to ask if you can share.” you inform him. “You are the worst art student I’ve ever met. Don’t you have anything of your own?”

“Just shut up and colour your stupid purple dolphin, princess. Be a good girl and share your pens.” he teases as he begins to fill in the lions fur in a golden yellow.

There are tons of artists who used colour ‘incorrectly’. Henri Matisse’s Femme au Chapeau springs to mind in a vividly clear image. You decide that you won’t stop there. Every single colour you are about to choose will be ‘wrong’. Why not make the sea pink and the trees blue? Maybe the sand will be red and the sky yellow? It’s your God damn colouring book that you paid for with your own money.

Colouring alone passes an entire hour. Megumi can’t believe his eyes when you show him your finished page. You have a prideful look on your face. And he nods. Is that… approval?

“I actually don’t hate it.” he tells you.

“Thanks. I think?”

He presents his own, looking slightly disappointed in comparison to yours. It’s wrong, but so very right. It’s fun and exciting to look at. His, on the other hand, is boring. It’s how it should be, but it isn’t as entertaining as yours.

“Give me another one, I wanna make it like yours.” he demands.

“A please wouldn’t hurt once in a while.”

He takes your book from you, looking for a page he’d like to colour in. His fingers hover over an elephant you had your eye on. You’re begging that he doesn’t tear it to colour in himself. You scrunch your eyes as you prepare to hear the all too recognisable sound of paper ripping. But instead, a simple ‘tch’ leaves his lips as he flips the page.

“Please may I take this page?” he asks, pointing at a bear in the woods. You nod, grateful that you have the elephant all to yourself. You both get to work, and you are both filled with glee as he begins to colour the friendly brown bear in a sky blue colour. You decide to colour your elephant red, although you regret it almost instantly. You hope you’ll be able to fix it.

“So, you still haven’t told me why you saved me from those girls.” you remind him, prodding for information as to why he decided to be your knight in shining armour.

“So?”

“Why did you rescue me?” you bluntly ask.

“Why did you rat me out to my dad this morning?” he questions back. It steals your breath for a moment, you have no idea what to say.

Why did you do it? You’re just mad at the world, you suppose. He hadn’t actually done anything particularly awful. Nothing to scare you or force a lump in your throat, so you had no reason to tell Toji. But you did. You’re suffering without Yuuji. Why should you be the only miserable one?

“Why did you call me ‘Gumi?” he torments with a sinister smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry about this morning. And, thank you for saving me. It’s been tough since Yuuji left, and—”

“I don’t care.” he tells you, pulling his headphones back over his ears as he starts to colour again. You shrug, assuming you won’t hear from him again until he finishes his up-and-coming masterpiece. “You piss me off, y’know?”

“Feelings mutual, trust me.”

“Listen. I’ve never had a friendship with a girl before. I just sleep with ‘em, normally. But you’re not a dumb cunt on legs like the rest. I wanted to try with you, for Yuuji, but you’re so fucking nosy.” he informs you.

“You’re disgusting. You’d known me all of two minutes and decided I was a good for nothing whore. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of the things you did to me.” you tell him, doing your best to keep your volume lowered so nobody around would be able to hear you.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t like talking about my personal life with anyone and you just… you know. Anyway. My dad’s a selfish asshole but he’s trying, and that’s because of you. So I suppose I should be thanking you for that, at least. And he wants me to be nice to you, so that’s why I saved you. I’m sure if you grew a fucking backbone you’d be able to handle them yourself.”

“I used to have a backbone until you started bullying me and destroyed my confidence.” you whined at him, earning a chuckle.

“I said I’m done with you, with that. I don’t know why I’m so desperately craving Toji’s approval but here we are. I can’t help but hate you, but I’ll have your back when it comes to those two. And… if I’m mean, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Shut up.”

“If my dad likes you there must be something off about you. He’s shady. Dangerous.” Megumi tells you. You shake your head, dismissing him.

“Toji is a big teddy bear. He doesn’t scare me, but you do.” you hum. “You’re fucked up and you know it. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you and I’m sure it won’t be long before you’re making my life hell again.”

“Teddy bear? Ugh. You’re not fucking him, are you? My dad?” he fake gags as he thinks about it a little longer than he intended.

“Why do people keep asking if I have a crush on your dad?” you whisper to yourself. But, you’re a fool, because of course Megumi heard you. He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your accidental statement. “Gojo.”

“Fuck sake, those two. Ignore him, they’ll both do anything to one up each other.” Megumi huffs, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his statement.

“So you go way back with Gojo too, like Yuuji? How do you know him?”

“See, nosy.” he scoffs. “A story for another day, maybe. Or just ask your new best friend Toji when we next carpool.” he mocks you, finally blocking you out with his headphones again as he pours all of his focus into his bear colouring.

It’s such a small world.

How have you found yourself falling into this tight knit circle of family and friends who all seem to know each other? It’s crazy that they are all so close and yet so far.

Megumi and Toji are father and son but they are practically worlds apart in terms of closeness. Yuuji hates Megumi like he thought he never could. The Fushiguro’s are both related to your ex Naoya. And Toji, Yuuji and Megumi all have a connection to Gojo.

Megumi mentioned that Toji is shady and dangerous, but you don’t get that vibe from him at all.

Gojo on the other hand has an incredibly seedy aura about him. He’s sweet to you, sure, but why? Just because Yuuji told him to be? Is anyone really that nice? It’s like he’s going above and beyond to make both you and Yuuji happy. You can’t tell how Megumi feels about the white haired menace, but you know that Toji loathes him.

Why?

What the fuck is going on with the men in your life?

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thekneethief · 2 years ago

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“Nobara is starting at your school in two days.” - Here's some fanart for @missingn000's amazing fic The Phantom Guardian! A new chapter is dropping tomorrow! And while this isn't a scene from the fic, before everything almost certainly goes awry and these kids end up debating ideals (as is standard for any new dynamic in this fic), I wanted to draw my wildly unrealistic hopes and dreams of them immediately getting along! And what better way to bond with a new classmate than finding a box of kittens? Look at them being besties! :)

a whole lotta rambling below the cut!

Here's all the kittens in the box and who would get who! I wanted Yuuji to have a dumb orange boy (who he could name Tiger) and then everyone else is just vibe based. I like to imagine Maki's has beef with Toji but loves everyone else. As to why i drew them finding kittens when this isnt in the fic whatsoever, i simply could not stop thinking about how it's a shame that only the gojo and getou families have pets (puppies and man-eating dragon respectfully). Especially when these kids would be able to get pets so easily! Toji would agree to just about anything that would make Maki happy, Nobara can just bully higuruma into letting the cat stay, and Nanami would likely already agree if the boys asked but if Toge expressed a want then they can just automatically win (also if the nanami family gets some cats then shoko has even more reason to visit-) As for the drawing! I absolutely had to include Yuuji's light up shoes (also know that I didn't draw them but in my heart Nobara is wearing bella ballerina sketchers) I'm like 100% certain that Maki is meant to have her blunt bangs and rectangle glasses, but JJK 0 Maki's design is my favorite and so it's the one I used. Yuuji and Maki have matching friendship bracelets! Yuuji is also wearing one that goes with Toge's poking out of his sleeve, and Maki's second is for Gojo! also Maki like, absolutely would not have a phone like that based on the year it is in the fic, but tbh I simply did not want to try and draw an older phone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ANYWAY! I hope you like the art, Chi! I haven't really made fanart before, so I hope I did okay~

#JJK #jjk fanart #The Phantom Guardian #TPG

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m1ckeyb3rry · 5 months ago

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HOW IS IT OVER THERE?? Hopefully the weather’s treating you well in Switzerland!

Also DOG PERSON KARASU Lowk I can also see it…I was not expecting that breed though lowk LMAO I also thought it was a spaniel of sorts but?? I’m just gonna trust whoever made the post bc I mean the visuals aren’t insanely detailed either so…ok but trench coat Karasu >>>>> Lowk I saw people hating on the tan and I’m like that’s not what I’m complaining about LMFAO maybe people got too used to the blue???

Them matching the dogs with their teams is sooo cute but also a funny Easter egg for those who don’t read!! Ok but ummmm tabieitaken WHERES THE EITA??? I’m ngl I’m a little surprised Reo is there since he’s not as pivotal to the third selection but maybe it’s a marketing moment….

Ok and definitely like hey…shit talking is Lowk necessary….like I kinda use it as a way to like warn friends of red flags or bad people….i agree in moderation though LMAO like people who shit on others for no reason <<<<

I’m ngl o completely forgot what I wrote before and when I started reading abt yuki I thought you meant Yukimiya and was astronomically lost but I GET IT NOW!!’ But FR she literally was on campus for like 5 min and had already been like no contact with the school for so long like what???

Omfg the “you have 13 minutes before I kill you” is SO. BAROU!!! Like the epitome of Barou if you ever decide to write something like this I’m advocating for this line to make the cut!!!

LMFAOOOO IBS ALLEGATIONS IM CRYING BUT FR!!! I wonder what he’d do to get Barou to go on a date or if he’d even bother approaching Rin LMAOO something about yuki comically losing his shit has me giggling

Omg NOOO thats actually the worst!! Manifesting that your bc adjusting period speeds up right about now!!!! And I hope you didn’t have to go through motion sickness for the whole like 8 hours but at least now you can get some fresh air!! Was there a lot of turbulence or is it just kinda a plane sickness sort of thing? Either way hoping it isn’t as bad on your return flight! I’m trying to think of some nausea remedies….I think the fastest one ik of is ginger based items (courtesy of a friend who shoved a bunch of ginger candies in my hand one day LMAO)…ofc I think walking around lightly helps too!

- Karasu anon

it’s super super nice out!! i just took a shower and a nap as well as ate something substantial and i’m feeling much better now thankfully as well 😄 the place we’re staying doesn’t have air conditioning but it’s not miserably hot and it gets cold at night so we’re just going to open windows and vibe hehe…luckily everywhere we’re going in france + the two days we’re in italy we’ll have AC because it’s really really hot there according to the weather app 😭

I LOVE KARASU’S FIT he looks so handsome and put together it’s giving me 30s noir film vibes in the best way…tbh the tan >>>> the blue i think the blue is too bright at least in the colored illustrations!! also yes i can totally see him liking dogs he just gives me secret animal lover vibes in general…bruh actually so true where IS otoya?? maybe it’s payback for how majestic and detailed of a shot he got in the trailer compared to 90% of the characters HFKSJSAHFKS

there’s def a difference between being a bully and just saying what needs to be said!! and also too it’s all abt what you choose to say/make fun of if that makes sense LMAO

no every time i write yuki i have to put sm context around it to clarify which one i mean…help but imagine yukimiya and geto meeting through gojo and mrs l/n 😭 atp yukimiya is an honorary pi character so he’s basically in jjk already which means essentially he IS the reason why geto had his downfall 🥱 /j

YESSS i just think that would be the funniest dynamic with barou…like almost a reverse fwtkac karasu and reader?? where barou is legitimately tweaking out over every little thing and reader is just in love with him but he has 0 clue and thinks she’s his arch-nemesis 😫 bro watches the dark knight every time before he goes to her house just to hype himself up meanwhile reader is twiddling her thumbs and kicking her feet waiting for him 🤩 normally i don’t like writing an mc who likes her love interest more than he likes her but truly with barou’s personality this is the best way i can imagine it

rin hiori and niko i feel like he wouldn’t ask because they’re much younger (15/16 compared to karasu and yuki being 18) but omg imagine he convinces barou to go bowling with him and then reader (who can’t bowl) shows up and it’s genuinely barou’s final straw �� the real reason he didn’t play in the game against pxg is because snuffy was terrified barou might actually murder karasu JFHSKKS (loki did NOT gaf either way but yk snuffy has to be a #responsibleadult) 😟 pls the thought of yukimiya going apeshit cracks me up too but honestly it’s what he deserves 😔

luckily i’m finally doing better!! i think my mother might’ve brought ginger gum with her so i’ll probably ask her for some for the flight home just in case…thankfully i actually wasn’t terribly nauseous on the plane it was just before and afterwards?? 🤔 idk HAHAHA but at least it’s gone now 😪

#answered asks

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

part nine | masterlist | part eleven

Yuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. It's so weird writing chapters without Yuji being involved. Warnings: 18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.Words: 3.9k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride tomorrow?” Gojo queries as he helps fill your fridge and cupboards with food he picked up for you. It was his way of an apology without actually saying the pivotal words. He told Yuuji he’d look out for you, and he will keep his promise. A few groceries are bound to make him look good in both your eyes and the eyes of your boyfriends.

“Yeah I’m sure. Toji is picking me up from here and then there’s a coach to take us out of town for our field trip.” you inform him.

He offered a smirk and silenced himself as he continued to empty the shopping bags. It was a devious look, and you knew he had something to say. Whether you wanted to know the answer, you weren’t sure. But there was just something so damn irritating about Satoru Gojo that made you think you would die if you didn’t pry whatever it was out of him.

You wish you never asked.

“What are you implying, Gojo?” you speak, an accusatory tone bleaching your words.

“Do you… like Megumi?” he inquires.

You can’t help but scoff at that. He couldn’t have found a more inappropriate tree to bark up. Like Megumi? You can barely even stomach looking at him. He’s evil incarnate and quite frankly, you hate him. You’ve tried being nice to him. You’ve tried being cordial. There isn’t much you haven’t tried to make your life easier when it comes to Megumi, nothing works. So liking him is completely out of the question.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” you laugh, helping him with the last of the shopping so that you can shoo him out quicker.

He watches you frantically pick everything up and put it away. He can tell what you’re doing. Did he touch a nerve?

“Alright, alright. No need to get defensive.” he snickers, pulling a lollipop out of his jacket pocket to suckle on as he heads towards the exit.

“I’m not being defensive. You’re being annoying.”

“Yeah? Well why is it that you’d rather take a ride with Papaguro over me. Is it him you like?” he pushes. It’s like he’s trying to make you snap.

“Do you call Yuuji daddy when you fuck? Giving off major kink vibes right now, sweetheart.”

“Get out.” you demand.

“Huh? Wait I was just—”

“Do you know what Toji did to his own kid? Abandoning him after his mother died?” he questions.

“Yeah. I do.”

“And you trust that guy and not me? Tch.” he sits behind the wheel and starts up his car. “Thought you were smarter than that, babe. I’ll see you around.”

He sat in the back, much to your surprise, giving him the freedom to manspread across the backseat. Toji couldn’t coax many words out of you, your nerves were shot to bits. Of course you said good morning and told him that you were doing okay, but that was as much as he could get.

“Be nice to her today, shit head.” Toji announces. He laughs when he feels Megumi kick the back of his seat in protest. You shake it off, everything. His voice, Megumi’s defiance. It all crumbles away as you look out of the window and pretend you’re a cloud.

“I’m serious Megumi. No funny shit today, best behaviour.”

“Little bastard. I know you’re stupid, but I’m wonderin’ now if you’re fuckin’ deaf too. Because I’m sure I’ve told you to quit picking on her.” Toji scolds.

“I’ve done worse. Snitch.” he mutters under his breath.

What a pair of brats.

He let you both out of the car and stopped you both from going anywhere before he said what he needed to say.

“I’ll be fine, Toji. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiles, “Have a safe trip, kiddo.”

You feel yourself smiling and blood rushing to your face at the new nickname he’s bestowed upon you. It wouldn’t have made you as giddy if not for your meaningless conversation with Gojo. Kiddo, huh? How embarrassing. Maybe he was right about you having a daddy kink, after all.

You’ll have to let Yuuji know when you speak to him.

The coach is full of students and teachers, and most of the best seats are taken. Though, you do manage to find two unoccupied seats together, you manage to snag them before anyone else does. Megumi is a few rows ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus; you catch him looking over his shoulders a few times to look at you. A furious deathly glare in his eyes, clearly still bitter over you ratting him out to Toji this morning. He’s sitting alone, too, like he often does. It surprises you that the mean girls of your class aren’t fawning over him.

And almost as if you summoned them, you feel a tug on your hair from behind. The redhead. The blonde traps you in by the window as she takes a seat beside you. Your heart is racing. You’re sick of this. Sick of them. Sick of everything. And having these two harass you the entire way was going to make this an even longer journey than it already is.

“Maybe we could ditch the group and have some cocktails.” the redhead jokes from behind you. “We had a great time last time we all got drunk together, right?” she snickered, earning a laugh from her friend in the process.

You hadn’t noticed why they became stiff and sitting politely in an instant. The window and your imagination was your only hope of escape, similarly to how it had been in Toji’s car. You can’t help but gasp when you feel fingers digging into the fat of your underarm. Gripping harshly enough to make you yelp.

“Get off me!” you shout.

You assumed it was one of the girls trying to hurt you. But you were wrong. Very wrong. It was Megumi. Was he trying to rescue you? He tilted his head in the direction of the seats he was sitting at, telling you that he wanted you to come with him. Noting that Megumi often chose words over actions, you decided he was the lesser of two evils and decided to go with him. You picked up his backpack that he used to save your seat and got yourself comfortable beside the window.

“We’re doing it for you, babe! We know you hate her, and—”

“I’m not gonna fuck either of you, y’know? Pair of ugly whores, I was using both of you. And I didn’t fucking ask you to do anything for me after the club. Leave me and leave her alone.”

They both look at you with disdain and contempt. You can’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth and looking out of the window to disguise it. Their expressions were too hysterical to not laugh at. They were acting as if you casted some witchcraft over Megumi to make him turn on them. If they had any common sense, they’d realise he is just a dickhead who uses people to get what he wants. His thigh rests against yours when he sits back down. It’s nice, for some reason, feeling caged in by someone as threatening as Megumi. He’s caged you in before in a way that sent fear directly to your heart and made it race a marathon in your chest. He did it to intimidate you. But this… is different. It’s protective.

His head rests back against the tall back of the coach seats as he listens to his music. His head lolls to the side, and for whatever reason he decides to open his eyes. And, of course, he’s greeted to the sight of the girls jaws on the floors. His eyes roll and he proceeds to flip them off, clearly done with entertaining their bullshit for a second longer.

“Why did you do that, Megumi?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he decided to save you from them.

“Shut up. Listenin’ to my music.” he hisses back.

You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s best not to push him. You reach down to pick up your sturdy tote bag and pull out a colour by numbers book and a pack of felt tip pens. You hear him scoff when you pull down the tray on the back of the seat in front of you so that you can start to colour in. It goes over your head, though, instead of making a biting remark you simply flip him off with a smile. Giving him a taste of his own medicine like he did to the girls. You hear him clear his throat and turn his body away from you. His eyes flutter closed, and you can only assume he’s trying to nap. It’s fair enough, you think, the coach trip is three hours long. Maybe he didn’t get much sleep last night.

He grunts as he turns back to face you, clearly too uncomfortable to get some shut eye. Though he seems a little disoriented. Did he realise he fell asleep? He’d been lightly snoring for ten minutes. He looks down at your colouring book, grunting in disapproval as you continue doing your best to remain within the black lines.

“God I fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who dragged me over here!” you snap back.

“I like purple. It’s cute!”

“Give me a page, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a page.”

“You want me to rip out a page of my brand new—”

“I’m bored! Give me one to colour in properly.” he demands.

“Hey!” you object, but it’s too late.

“Shut up. You’d only ruin it anyway. You know lions aren’t green, right?”

“Heard of sharing?” he responds.

“You’re meant to ask if you can share.” you inform him. “You are the worst art student I’ve ever met. Don’t you have anything of your own?”

“Just shut up and colour your stupid purple dolphin, princess. Be a good girl and share your pens.” he teases as he begins to fill in the lions fur in a golden yellow.

You cannot stand how easily he can get into your head. Because now you are second guessing yourself and your decision. Maybe a purple dolphin wasn’t the brightest idea. But you do like purple! It takes more than a moment to calm the storm in your mind as you battle against his words and your feelings. There are tons of artists who used colour ‘incorrectly’. Henri Matisse’s Femme au Chapeau springs to mind in a vividly clear image. You decide that you won’t stop there. Every single colour you are about to choose will be ‘wrong’. Why not make the sea pink and the trees blue? Maybe the sand will be red and the sky yellow? It’s your God damn colouring book that you paid for with your own money. If you want to make it abstract, that’s your business.

Colouring alone passes an entire hour. Megumi can’t believe his eyes when you show him your finished page. You have a prideful look on your face. As if to say, ‘how do you like them apples?’ And he nods. Is that… approval?

“I actually don’t hate it.” he tells you.

“Thanks. I think?”

“Give me another one, I wanna make it like yours.” he demands.

“A please wouldn’t hurt once in a while.”

“So, you still haven’t told me why you saved me from those girls.” you remind him, prodding for information as to why he decided to be your knight in shining armour.

“So?”

“Why did you rescue me?” you bluntly ask.

“Why did you rat me out to my dad this morning?” he questions back. It steals your breath for a moment, you have no idea what to say. Why did you do it? You’re just mad at the world, you suppose. He hadn’t actually done anything particularly awful. Nothing to scare you or force a lump in your throat, so you had no reason to tell Toji. But you did. You’re suffering without Yuuji. Why should you be the only miserable one? “Why did you call me ‘Gumi?” he torments with a sinister smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry about this morning. And, thank you for saving me. It’s been tough since Yuuji left, and—”

“Feelings mutual, trust me.”

“I used to have a backbone until you started bullying me and destroyed my confidence.” you whined at him, earning a chuckle.

“Shut up.”

“If my dad likes you there must be something off about you. He’s shady. Dangerous.” Megumi tells you. You shake your head, dismissing him.

“Teddy bear? Ugh. You’re not fucking him, are you? My dad?” he fake gags as he thinks about it a little longer than he intended.

“Fuck sake, those two. Ignore him, they’ll both do anything to one up each other.” Megumi huffs, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his statement.

“So you go way back with Gojo too, like Yuuji? How do you know him?”

It’s such a small world. How have you found yourself falling into this tight knit circle of family and friends who all seem to know each other? It’s crazy, you think, that they are all so close and yet so far. Megumi and Toji are father and son but they are practically worlds apart in terms of closeness. Yuuji hates Megumi like he thought he never could. The Fushiguro’s are both related to your ex Naoya. And Toji, Yuuji and Megumi all have a connection to Gojo. Megumi mentioned that Toji is shady and dangerous, but you don’t get that vibe from him at all. Gojo on the other hand has an incredibly seedy aura about him. He’s sweet to you, sure, but why? Just because Yuuji told him to be? Is anyone really that nice? It’s like he’s going above and beyond to make both you and Yuuji happy. You can’t tell how Megumi feels about the white haired menace, but you know that Toji loathes him.

Why?

What the fuck is going on with the men in your life?

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p-antomime · 3 years ago

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i would love to...

— minors don’t interact

— wc: 4,6K

content + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!getō, dom!gojō, masturbation (male), fingering, spitting, (a bit of) coercion, mentions of bullying, overstimulation, squirting, breeding kink, creampie, a bit of size kink, choking & finger sucking, voyeurism, tbh reader almost pass out so be careful here, mention of somnophilia, humiliation, a bit of dumbification, petnames, kinda of public sex, a bit of corruption kink, a lot of degradation, maybe a bit of gaslighting, dacryphilia.

pairings: satoru gojō x fem!reader x suguru getō.

What the hell.

Her eyes strolled across the long campus and, from afar, she could identify the two guys who for some very specific and hidden reason decided that they were going to stalk her wherever you went to just piss her off and make her every day 100 times worse and harder. What the fuck was wrong with those two? And why did they enjoy making hers days suck so much?

Every time they approached you it was expected that they would either ask about your day with those wry smiles before joking about whatever way you answered the question or they would just stand there with one sitting on either side of you staring at you until you asked what was wrong or felt uncomfortable enough to try to leave the place.

Honestly, Y/N felt like a pre-teen who was bullied at school, but the difference is that now she can't just run to her parents because she is of age, so she should at least know how to deal with this kind of coexistence problem. To be honest, the only thing you really wanted to do when Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru approached you in any enclosed place, away from the curious and watchful eyes of other people, was to run away very fast or end up crying not because you were afraid but because you didn't want to have this stone in your shoe anymore.

Y/N didn't even know why those two were so intent on annoying her, it seemed like pure entertainment for both of them.

Taking a deep breath, you realized that you had spent too much time looking in the direction of the two of them on campus and even from a distance you could see Gojo's broad smile in your direction. He even started to walk towards you, but you quickly looked around for someone and stopped a group of three girls who were strangers:

— Excuse me, do you know which way is the part of the library where I can get my entrance and exit visa? — You were not new to the college and you had your visa in between two handouts that you carried in your arms, but you wanted an excuse to make Gojo not approach you in a dangerous way.

Sweet, sweet mistake. Do you think that a simple group of three girls would stop Satoru Gojo? You were wrong, because just as one of the girls was about to answer your question, Gojo slung one of his heavier and more muscular arms over one of your shoulders and looked from the group to you twice over the round dark glasses he was wearing before flashing an amused smile and arching one of his eyebrows.

— My girl needs help? — He looked directly at you, and then you knew that Gojo knew you wouldn't want to make a scene in front of all those people walking around campus, so you would at most look ugly to him. — You can let me help this little one here, dear. I've been looking for her all morning and only had time to stop and leave college now, so you can leave her to me, okay?

— Who are you? — One of the girls asked looking at him with a suspicious face and Y/N felt Gojo squeezing one of her shoulders with his stiff palm.

— I think we can say that we are dating. — Gojo replied with a shrug. — Right, sweetheart? — He gave you a complacent look, and you just shrugged in the same way he did before. — You can leave her to me. — This time his tone was firmer, so the group of girls walked away and resumed the same path as before. — Tsk, you're not very smart, are you? — Satoru moved a little to the side, but not enough so that you no longer had your nostrils soaked with his strong cologne. — Thinking that I wouldn't come after you even if I was in a group of 10, 50 people? How naive. — A sideways smile appeared on his lips, and you looked away irritably.

— Can you just leave me alone for one day? What the fuck. What the fuck is your problem with me? — You huffed, shoving him aside with your elbow and walking away until you had Gojo holding your wrist and watching Getou approach his friend diagonally.

— If we left you alone your day would be no fun, would it? — Getou replied by looking you up and down and opening a falsely cordial smile as he turned his attention back to yours eyes. — You seem less sloppy today, did you by any chance tidy up more for the two of us today?

— Right? It's almost as if she's asking for our attention. — Gojo remarked, exchanging suggestive glances with his friend as you tried to loosen his grip on your wrist, which became firmer.

— What the fuck? I fucking hate both of you. — You looked around for someone to call, but no one seemed to care much about the situation. — Leave the others alone, for God's sake! — Your foot unconsciously kicked Satoru's knee, who, though he didn't seem particularly bothered by your action, let your wrist slip out of his grasp.

— Oh, our kitty is more aggressive today. — Getou gave a slight chuckle and watched you walk away quickly. — Y/N, you make things so much harder, you know there is no escaping us.

— Shut the fuck up. Next time you two come to piss me off I will punch you in the mouth. — Y/N walked nervously away from the two of them.

— I couldn't be more eager to take a punch from you, princess. — Getou replied and, even with your back to those two, you knew that the dark haired man had a wide ironic smile on his lips.

— Nice ass. — Gojo answered loud enough for you to hear when you were already a few steps away.

You took a deep breath before remembering what you were doing before they began their daily coercion session with you. Oh, yeah, library. Actually, you just needed to get some books regarding the last class of one of the curricular units to organize your own notes, and then you were on your way to class. But before actually going to your final destination, your feet decided to walk a little through the halls of the college just because, in case those two wanted to follow you, at least they would not be able to reach you so easily.

Arriving at the library, Y/N greeted the lady who was almost always there to help the students with whatever they needed and soon heard the sound of several mouths whispering and trying to make the sound of their own voices almost inaudible. It was a silent place that was supposed to remain that way. So when she went to look for the necessary books, the girl tried not to make too much noise when taking them from the bookshelves and shelves. It was almost as if she was taking the most valuable items in the world from inside a locked chest.

And then, you felt a shiver run down your back and looked around. No one. Not behind, not on the sides parallel to the corridor you were standing in. Your mind was probably playing tricks on you. Then your hands got busy again, arranging the books in two different rows in order of urgency for study. Footsteps were heard by your ears and you didn't even pay attention, because, besides, you weren't alone in the library, there were several students passing by as well.

Okay, now there was only one book left, which was on the second to last shelf. Spreading her hand on the wooden counter next to her waist, Y/N stood on tiptoe with her fingers almost touching the cover of the book. And then a hand with slender fingers grabbed the book without any trouble. Y/N turned away from the bookshelf in a reflexive motion and felt the beads hit against something stiff but soft in a deafening thud.

— Maybe you need a little help, princess? — The low, husky purring voice of the white-haired man reached her ears and a shiver ran down her spine.

— I ... what ... — Your head felt a little dizzy and as you tried to escape over the side of Gojo's body behind you, you were met with Getou's excited figure.

Then you were trapped between the two of them and the wooden bookcase in front of you. Gojo with the arm whose hand was holding your desired book was holding you by the left side and his body by the back of yours, while Suguru occupied the right side.

— You know, you can always ask us for help with these things, kitten. — Suguru commented.

— I don't need your help for anything. — Y/N replied, and curled up against Gojo's chest as she felt his calm breath against her neck.

— Then maybe we should have let you turn around and get this book, hm? — Satoru answered, pushing the book away from you so as not to give you the opportunity to pick it up.

— You really should. I can manage on my own, you idiots.

— Oh, really? — Getou raised his eyebrows, looking suggestively at Gojo. — So, how do you intend to escape from us now?

To be honest, her mind went blank at that question, and it was humiliating to feel cornered like that. Humiliating because she almost always had a good answer to every stupid question from those two, but this time? There was theoretically no way out of the situation other than simply asking Gojo to let you go and lowering your guard.

— Can you please let me out? — Y/N asked, swallowing hard and looking away from the wooden counter without having the courage to look at Getou because if the eye contact continued, she was sure that her embarrassed posture would give away the real and raw humiliation she was feeling.

— What? Just a "please"? — Gojo asked, making a false semblance of hurt in her direction.

— I think you should try a little harder for both of us, princess. — Getou whispered in your direction and you felt your cheeks heat up even more as one of his hands forcefully clamped down on your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eye.

— Fuck... — Y/N murmured feeling the dark haired man's fingers squeezing her chin still without much force. — Please, Getou... Gojo, please let me out. I really need this book to finish my studies.

You had never felt so humiliated and ashamed. Nor had you noticed your thighs pressing against each other forcefully since the moment Suguru had grabbed your chin. But Satoru had noticed; in fact it was impossible not to notice since his body was completely glued to yours.

— Uh-hm. — Gojo ran his tongue over his lips before sticking his face close to your ear. — Looks like our girl has a little thing for being humiliated, hm? — His hand placed the book on the counter and pushed it out of your reach before landing on the base of your neck and having his wrist grabbed by one of your hands, as if you silently were warning him to not do that.

— Maybe she doesn't even really want us to stop messing with her, right? — Getou looks suggestively at Gojo, and you gasps as you notice him moving dangerously close to your face with his.

The thumb of his hand passes over your lower lip and almost unconsciously you open your lips to let that finger brush against your tongue. It was almost as if you were a kitten well trained to pick up and agree to Suguru's silent, bodily commands, which is why it was so easy for him to open your mouth wider and deliberately let a stream of saliva fall from the tip of his tongue onto yours.

— Swallow. — He ordered in a rough, raspy voice, his gaze brimming with excitement and lust, and a satisfied sideways smile at seeing you obeying his order appeared on his face. — In the end, you're not such a stupid little girl, are you? — His thumb brushed against your lower lip, and deep inside you felt a little glad that he hadn't theoretically called you stupid, because of which your thighs pressed even harder against each other, and you could feel the bottom of your panties gradually getting wet. — What? Do you want me to praise you more?

— Hm? — Gojo slid his hand from the base of your neck to your chin and stole his friend's dominance from there to lift your head up to face you with his deep, light blue eyes. — Look at you, being taken apart so easily. I always suspected that you were an easy little slut to get, it was only a matter of time before I could get my hands on you. — He slid two fingers into her mouth and pressed them against her tongue without too much force as he moved his hips against hers to sink his still-covered cock against her ass.

— Oh, Satoru, how mean you are. — Getou's words were affectionate, but his gaze and countenance were of pure lust at seeing Gojo treat you in such a harsh manner. — You will end up making this little angel cry by the time we finish with her.

— And you would love to see her cry. — Gojo replied, raising his eyebrows.

— And I would love to ruin her completely. — Getou corrected, glancing down at her body and analyzing her outfit, which consisted of pants of jeans and a shirt. — Do you still have the keys to the bottom of the library? — Satoru tapped the pocket of his pants with his free hand in a suggestive manner. — Good.

Gojo turned away from you, withdrawing his fingers from inside your mouth and letting Suguru wrap his arms around your body to lead you down the same path the white-haired man began to walk. It didn't take long before you found yourself in a huge room that looked like a warehouse, but also had a soft carpeted floor and even a few armchairs. How come you never knew about this place before? And, more importantly, how did those two know about it?

— How...? — Getou shook his head negatively in his direction before letting his body fall back against one of the soft armchairs there.

— Uh-uh, pretty girl. No questions today. — He propped his elbows on the armrests and called out to you using his index and middle finger.

And your feet followed his commands as if they had a life of their own, soon you found yourself kneeling between Suguru's legs with your face between his hands and his mouth on yours in a warm but painfully slow kiss. You could feel Gojo's nimble long-fingered hands playing with the hem of your pants for a few seconds before they got busy opening the buttons of the garment and leaving your lower body almost completely bare. And well, her panties were so cute, quite a contrast to her dirty actions. Lacey and delicate, worthy of being worn by a divine angel while you were the sinful whore of those two men.

— Oh, so pretty. — Gojo commented, flashing a wide smile before spreading your legs and massaging your inner thighs, resulting in you moaning against the dark haired man's lips. — I bet they match your tiny pussy.

— Why don't you find out for yourself then, Gojo? — Getou answered for you, pulling your face away from his to sink his lips to your neck in light, almost tender kisses and bites.

— And I will. — Satoru responded by pulling your torso back until your back was against his chest, and then the same fingers that had played on the hem of your pants before, now slowly trailed down the bottom of your panties as if they were tracing the shape of your wet folds beneath the thin fabric.

Legs spread wide in front of Suguru, whose eyes were busy admiring the lustful scene of finally seeing you with your head thrown back against Gojo's shoulder while this same man's fingers teased your entrance through your panties. It wasn't long before the bottom of that thin garment was soaking wet. Her nipples began to stiffen beneath the fabric of her shirt, her breathing gradually quickened and the urge to cum and relieve the massive pressure on her tummy increased as Satoru's digits went back and forth across her body, tracing imaginary lines down her inner thighs, pausing for a few seconds to press and circle her clit that begged for attention, threatening to sink into her dripping entrance without worrying about the barrier exerted by the panties.

— Oh, our girl is so sensitive. — Getou whispered, sitting down on the edge of the armchair in an action that at first seemed to you as if he just wanted to get a better view of your pitiful situation, but then you watched as his leg stretched out and you felt something stiff brush against the bottom of your pussy as his right hand hooked over the junction of your jaw and neck and dig its fingers into your skin from there. — You desperately want to cum, don't you? — Gojo's fingers concentrated only on pressing against your clit with up and down movements, almost as if they were slowly rubbing that bundle of nerves, and your most ready response at the moment to Suguru was to move the head frantically up and down. — So why don't you put a little more effort into it, hm? — And then that same rigid thing pressed itself a little harder against her pussy and you could tell it was the tip of his shoe.

And the humiliation of having Getou Suguru trick you into using even the tiniest bit of his shoe to get off was never so rousing. Painfully rousing. So a few seconds later Satoru's fingers increased their rhythm over your clit and your hips began to move against the brunette's shoe in tune with the speed of those digits.

Ironically, yours moans either came out in the format of little "Please" or as a drawn out "Gojo~" and his ego couldn't be more inflated.

The deep blue-eyed man's other hand slowly snuck into her shirt and as he reached her bra-covered breasts he quickly made an effort to remove them from inside the piece to rub his thumb against her nipples and pinch them.

Damn, there was so little left. So little. So very little.

And if Getou suddenly pulled away and told Gojo to stop stimulating your clit and steal your orgasm, you would probably start crying at that very moment.

— Yeah, baby, cum for me, for us. — Satoru whispering this in a hoarse tone next to your ear was your escape valve for finally cum and completely wetting your panties.

Gojo had to hold your body against his to keep you from falling forward from the spasms coursing through almost every cell inside you, your cunt clenching around nothing and mind unable to process anything beyond the limits of your orgasm. And, to be honest, both Suguru and Satoru almost ended cumming just watching the scene of you lost in your own pleasure with mouth ajar trying to pull more air into your lungs, hands nervously trying to grab at the white-haired man's clothes to try to relieve the pressure, legs trembling and chest rising and falling rapidly.

— What a dirty slut, getting off on other people's shoes. — Getou said, looking from you to Gojo and back again. — Whose cock do you want first, hm? I'll be merciful to you today and let you choose. — His hand on your neck pulled you forward to be face to face with him. — But the next time I put my hands on you, maybe we'll use more than just your pretty pussy, understand? — Your head moved positively, still breathing heavily and with yours vocal cords unable to reproduce a sound that formed a cohesive sentence.

As a reasonable response, your wobbly legs slowly rose and Gojo's hands slipped out of the grasp of your body as you sat on Suguru's lap while the brunette was busy removing his own shirt and lowering the garments from his lower body. And he seemed pleased to have you choose him first.

— Uh-uh, princess, on your back to me. — He ordered, turning your body so that your back was resting against his now bare chest and slipping his hands into your shirt and bra to take them off together. — Let Satoru get a good view of you, 'kay? — A whispered "okay" escaped hers lips and her eyes slid down the image of Gojo concentrating on removing his own clothes for a few seconds before feeling Getou's cock slide through hers folds to moisten his length.

In the end, Gojo was longer while Getou was fat and larger. And for a few seconds you wondered how it would feel to have them both inside you at the same time, but there would be another opportunity to experience that kind of situation. At the moment, the only thing you needed to do properly was to sink down on Suguru's dick until you were close to losing consciousness.

Even the pain of having him slowly invade you, with your walls hugging every inch of him, was pleasurable. When his cock fit inside you completely, all the way to the base, your body inevitably moved hips back and forth, rolling over his lap and having his hands griping your waist firmly as a long, deep moan escaped his throat.

— Fuck, how can you be so tight? — Getou arched your hips against his just to feel the tip of his dick kissing your cervix and watched you squirm and try to close your legs, which were held open by one firm hand of Gojo's while his other was busy slowly moving up and down his member.

Suguru pulled you up to get the full length out of you and pushed himself into you again with force. It was almost as if your cunt didn't want him to stop widening your walls. Your head began to spin and the only thing reverberating through your mind was the raw way you could feel him deep inside. Your head fell back and lips brushed against his earlobe to whisper:

— Rail me, p-please. — And that was the confirmation needed for him to steady his hands on your waist better to guide your body up and down his cock.

Fuck, he was hitting all the right spots and her eyes began to water because of the amplified sensitivity in her pussy. Gojo placed his hand previously on her thighs over her clit and began to stimulate it with the same relentless rhythm as before, her body began to shake frantically and it was now impossible not to moan the name of those two men loud enough that maybe someone upstairs in the library would hear them. It would be hard to pull yourself together after all those events, especially with Getou thrusting himself harder and harder into you, making you bend over him with almost all your energy reserves that should have even been used to study that day.

Satoru glanced down your body and although you were too beautiful for him, the only place that caught his attention at the moment was where your cunt connected with his best friend's cock. How could you look so beautiful with your breathing unregulated and your body in such a lewdly deplorable state? And how could he be so turned on by watching you get fucked by someone of whom Gojo was occasionally reasonably jealous?

And then, for a moment, his eyes met yours. And although your vision was a little blurred, you could still see the light-haired man's beautiful, angelic face.

Without much thought your hands went from resting on the back of the armchair, tangled your fingers in his hair, and pulled him into a raging kiss. Gojo thought you had kissed him to suppress yours moans... until your tongue invaded his mouth and the kiss became deep enough to make him rest one hand on Getou's shoulders behind your small figure so he wouldn't lose his balance. Your right hand slid down Satoru's broad back, around his waist, and reached his hard cock to start pumping it in the same rhythm used by Suguru's hips against yours own.

— Fuck... — Gojo gasped as he felt hers lips part from his to leave bites on his jaw with her thumb rubbing against the sensitive tip of his cock.

Satoru placed his hand at the base of your neck to pull you into another kiss more needy and eager than the previous one and Getou felt her cunt squeeze him even tighter. And as a result of your heavy kissing session with his best friend combined with the brutal way his dick was fucking you, in the end your pussy creamed all over him. This time it was Suguru who held your body to keep you from eventually falling forward and your moans were loud enough to make Gojo cover your mouth using one hand.

And before your body could even recover from the recent, overpowering orgasm, Getou thrust inside you again until he ended up cumming against yours warm walls with a loud grunt. It was a matter of a lot of remaining self-control for Satoru not to ejaculate just from watching the way his best friend's white liquid was leaking out your entrance, self-control that eventually slipped away from his mind as he knelt in front of the armchair you and Suguru were in, pulled his body away from the brunette's and slid his own dick inside you, not caring that the cum inside you was licking your thighs and his hard length.

— Isn't she tight? Fuck, you might cum just by getting inside this slut. — At Getou's words, you felt your pussy tighten around Gojo's cock and your hand unconsciously took Satoru's to wrap your fingers around your mouth in a dirty attempt to try to camouflage your own moans.

— Oh, our princess loves to be treated like a fucktoy. — Gojo's hips arched and yours eyes rolled back. — In the end, that's what you are, isn't it? A cheap whore waiting to be used, a cum dump who isn't happy just to have one man's seed inside you. — Your body moved in sync with his, and now you didn't know if the tears trickling from the corner of your eyes were because of Satoru's words, the overstimulation, or the way your consciousness was beginning to waver.

— I bet she would love it if you fucked her until she was close to losing consciousness and then we both fucked her unconscious. That's how a whore likes to be treated. — Getou said, partially rising from the chair and sliding his hand down her pelvis to rest his thumb against her swollen clit.

— Fuck... — Your dry throat murmured without her mind reasoning properly. — Y-Yes, that's e-exactly what... what I want... — Satoru increased the speed inside you as Getou's cum was pushed deeper inside.

— Of course it is. — Suguru grabbed your face to force you to look him directly in the eyes. — I, we always know what you want, right? — An amused smile appeared on his lips as he watched you whimper a hearty "yes" interspersed with more tears wetting yours cheeks.

And seconds later Gojo ended up ejaculating inside you and thrusting his hips into yours in a bizarrely satisfying way. Satisfying enough to push you into yet another unexpected orgasm and give you squirting and completely wetting Suguru's hand. You were a mess, to say the least, and you could almost hear your mind shattering like fragile glass as Satoru pulled out of you with a stream of white cum connecting your aching entrance to the tip of his dick.

— See, Satoru? I told you I would love to ruin her completely. — Getou caressed your cheek and ran his tongue over his lips.

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