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“Oi, Itadori.”
Yuuji flails a little on the couch, thankfully still keeping the evil little doll settled with her cursed energy. Whirling around, she sees him leaning against the doorway.
“Gojo-sensei! Do you have another lesson for me?”
“Not today, Yuuji-chan! You’re almost ready to be reunited with your classmates for the exchange event~” He settles on the couch next to her with a small grin. “I’m curious to see how far you’ve come with controlling your cursed energy.”
Beaming triumphantly, she displays the cursed corpse. It’s completely docile in her hands and has been all day. She wants him to be proud of her.
“Very good! Now, what are we watching?”
“Eh? Oh, I don’t remember the title but it just started. It’s about…spies, I think?”
“An action flick? Perfect!”
Yuuji grins and gets comfortable again, sprawling out a little on the small couch. His long legs are spread wide, brushing against hers. She doesn’t pay it much mind, used to the oddly affectionate man hanging off people. He was like an overly friendly octopus the way he wrapped himself around his students and peers. She still laughs out loud remembering the long-suffering look on Nanamin’s face whenever Gojo flings his arms over the stoic sorcerer. There was nothing to be done for it; everyone one wanted to punch the Infinity user in the face at some point.
The movie is intense and Yuuji is easily drawn in. The plot’s pretty good, and she knows she has an eye for these things now. There’s two spies who are assigned to kill each other, but they keep getting distracted by kissing. It’s stupid and she wishes they’d go back to punching and shooting instead.
But no, of course not, the scene’s starting to get steamy. The couple on the screen are saying dirty things to each other and it makes her ears hot. It’s so cringey, she thinks, the things they’re saying. She groans a little, covering her face.
“What’s the matter, Yuuji? I thought you were old enough to watch this kind of thing.” His voice is teasing and she blushes a little.
“I am! It’s just, dirty talk is…weird to me,” she admits, laughing. “I dunno, I don’t get how people think it’s hot.”
Gojo leans towards her, smirking widely. Fuck, she shouldn’t have said anything. Yuuji knows instinctively the man wouldn’t leave it alone until she’s well and truly red in the face.
“Oh?” He cocks his head before affecting a deep voice “You don’t like it when guys talk like this, baby?”
Yuuji giggles, shaking her head. He sounds so stupid but at least he’s not making fun of her lack of experience like Nobara would. She could practically hear the girl in her head. Eh, really? You’ve never even seen a-
Nope. Too embarrassing.
“Come on baby, you want this weiner? I’m so erect right now.”
Gojo's leering at her, still using that ridiculous baritone, and Yuuji is howling and crying as she rolls on the couch. He tugs at his blindfold, impossibly blue eyes glittering at her as he pouts dramatically.
“I want to see your delicate little flower petals-” Shushing him with a hand over his mouth, lips curling against her skin in a smile.
The movie and doll are completely forgotten as she leans against him, swiping at wet cheeks, chest hurting a little from how hard she’s laughing.
“Stop, please,” she begs, hiccupping around her giggles.
His face is angled towards her in amusement, and she suddenly realizes how close they are. She’s practically in his lap. Gojo's arms wrap around her middle to pull her in for a hug. She squirms a little at the intimate position, cheeks feeling hot as she feels his chest against her back with each breath he takes.
“You’re blushing, Yuuji-chan.” She gasps a little at his low voice whispering into her ear. “Are you uncomfortable so close to me?”
She thinks about it, she really does. It’s not uncomfortable, although her skin feels so hot and she thinks she can feel his dick against her back. He’s nosing at her neck, wet tongue dipping out to taste the sensitive skin. It’s a little intimidating and she might feel a little nervous, but he’s so warm pressed against her. There’s comfort in it and Yuuji likes being touched. She’s hungry for it.
Peeking up at him, she shakes her head. “No, Gojo-sensei. I’m not uncomfortable.”
Gojo brushes pink hair out of her face, long fingers warm against her skin. Shivering as she realizes he’s not using Infinity right now. That he’s vulnerable against her, so sure she can hold back Sukuna. She wonders why, wonders if it’s always like this and she’s just now noticing. Maybe as the most powerful sorcerer, he’s just not scared of her. It’s nice, she thinks. Even if her friends were a little frightened at the curse living under her skin, she still misses them.
“Will you let me touch you, Yuuji?” A broad palm is already sliding under her loose top, tickling the sensitive skin of her stomach. Sucking in a gasp, she nods.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, hot lips brushing against her neck. She’s shivering uncontrollably, already overwhelmed. “My precious little student is so cute like this...”
Whimpering as he runs his other hand between her thighs, lifting to place them over his. She’s wearing pajama shorts but she feels lewd, legs stretched wide. His hand feels so large where he’s pressed it against her. It’s almost too much to handle and she closes her eyes, embarrassed.
“Open your eyes, Itadori. Watch what your sensei is doing to your body.” The words are spoken softly, dangerously. It sends a shiver down her spine and she obeys, blinking up at him.
Gojo smirks before kissing her forehead. “Good girl.”
Yuuji loves making him proud of her, eats up the praise he gives.
“I can feel you fluttering against me. Do you like that, hm? Like me talking like this to you?” It’s murmured against her skin, and she’s shaking her head. Doesn’t know if it’s yes or no, just wants him to keep touching her. The anticipation has arousal throbbing between her legs.
“Does this feel good?” He’s touching her over her panties, feeling how slick she is. He makes a choked noise. “Oh, I think it does. You’re getting the couch all wet.”
It’s so filthy, the things he's saying. She whines, desperately rubbing against him. His dick is hard against her ass and she arches against it. Reaching out a shaky hand, she searches blindly behind her. She needs to touch him too, right?
Hesitant fingers meet the soft skin of his cheek, brushing against his blindfold. She strokes fingertips against it before gliding down the sharp curve of his jaw. He stills for a moment and she panics. Was she being weird? She has no clue how to navigate this, only experience being fumbling hands and sloppy kisses back at her old school.
“What’s this? You want to touch your sensei, Yuuji-chan?”
She angles her head to peer back at him, nodding her head as she stares at his lips. They look so soft and it occurs to her that they haven’t even kissed yet.
Gojo turns her in his arms, adjusting her to straddle his thighs. She’s dizzy with the movement, briefly forgetting just how fast he could be. Placing tentative hands on his neck, she leans in to shyly brush her lips against his. She can feel it as he smirks, and she huffs.
“Was that your first kiss, Yuuji-chan? Did you save it just for me?”
He’s teasing her and she scowls up at him. She’s not that inexperienced. “No, I’ve kissed before. Tons of people! With tongue.”
“Eh? Such a naughty student. Guess it’s okay if I do this then,” he taunts, pulling her forward to buck his hips into hers.
“Oh.” He’s hot and hard underneath her, eyes growing wide as she struggles to grasp how large he is. “G-Gojo-sensei…”
Yuuji's hips instinctively rock against him, hands fisted into the fabric of his jacket. It’s way better than the few times she’s humped her pillows.
“Good girl, just like that,” he murmurs, stroking sweaty hair out of her face. “Feels so good, Yuuji~”
She smiles dazedly up at him, pleased, eyes half shut as she chases the pleasure building inside her. It feels like fire is licking up her spine. He slides a hand up her body, under her shirt. Lifts it up and over her head, causing her to shiver in the chill of the room. She’s wearing a tight athletic bra but he still seems mesmerized as he leans in closer. Fingers stroke up her belly, to where her nipples are peaked against the thin fabric. She’s keening, pressing her breasts into the touch.
“So pretty under those baggy clothes. Shame on you for keeping these pretty little tits from your sensei,” he tuts at her. Whining, she goes to duck her head but he’s not having it, catching her lips in a hard kiss.
The slick drag of his tongue against hers is overwhelming, nothing like the kisses she’s shared before. He knows exactly what he’s doing, licking at the roof of her mouth and nipping at her bottom lip. She’s moaning loudly as he pulls away, a string of saliva hanging between them.
“You look so lewd like this, grinding on your sensei’s cock. Such a naughty girl,” he croons, pulling her in close. Even with the clothes between them, she feels so sensitive, mewling as her nipples rub against his hard chest. “Tell me how good it feels, Yuuji-chan.”
She’s rolling her hips against him, the hard head of his cock hitting her clit perfectly. Babbling against his mouth as she feels warmth pool low in her abdomen.
“F-feels so good, s-sensei,” she slurs deliriously, thighs quivering around his. He slides both hands down to grip her hips, pulling her down as he grinds up against her. She’s whining into his neck now, arms shaking where they’re wrapped tightly around him. One hands clenches in his hair, accidentally tugging the white locks. He shudders against her.
“That’s it, such a good girl for me. C’mon, Yuuji-chan, come for your sensei, okay? Can you do that for me?”
She’s moving almost frantically now, body beginning to tense as she pants.
“A-ah- s-sensei I think I’m g-gonna, fuck!”
The tension simmering low in her body snaps and she’s gasping, hips twitching against his. Stars flash white behind her eyes as she clings on to him, stunned from the strength of her release. It was never this intense when she touched herself.
Yuuji yelps as he slaps her ass. “Tch, what a dirty mouth.”
Staring blearily up at him to see him smirking down at her, she huffs.
“Sorry, sensei.” He chuckles before booping her scrunched nose.
Gojo snuggles closer, apparently content to ignore his still hard cock as he enfolds her in strong arms. She sighs into his neck, enjoying the clean, fresh smell of him. Running a soothing palm down her back, she’s close to falling asleep when he murmurs something.
“Eh, Yuuji-chan. Seems to me like you do like dirty talk after all.”