#bottom gojo

Yes, Gojo is obviously very familiar with the laws, rules, and morals regarding the hypothetical relationships between a teacher and their student. He's always established proper boundaries with his students and he swore he would never even entertain such an idea, until you showed up.

It's not his fault that you're such a sweetheart, that you're so lovable and gentle with everyone and everything you come across, that you know who does and doesn't deserve your kindness, and that you don't hesitate to decimate any threats to anyone’s safety. It isn't fair to assume he’d never fall for you when you're so handsome and well endowed. He can't control who his soulmate is.

He's tried to get over you, he's been on plenty of (bad) dates over the past year, but there's nothing he can do to pry himself away from you. In all honesty, he's sure he's a better match for you anyways. None of your peers know how to handle you and they're all too shallow to truly give you the care you deserve. He can't let anyone else take your virginity and ruin your first time with their poor attempts at seduction, they wouldn't even be able to last thirty seconds with your thickness inside them. Maybe they wouldn't even be able to get it inside in the first place, they’d be too scared, but he’d be able to take it.

Of course he shouldn't know the status of your “v-card” or how big your dick is, which he swears could tear apart reality itself with its girth, but it's his job to keep tabs on you. You were born different from others with a powerful ability that could hurt you (and others) if kept unchecked. That's why he has to watch you shower, he can't have you run into danger when you're in such a vulnerable position. And because he can't let you fall victim to the vapid, blood-sucking sluts that want to use you, he's going to bravely intervene and save you.

Gojo calls out your name. “Got a second?” He smiles sweetly with his hands behind his back, pretending to not know you're in the middle of being confessed to.

“Uh–” You turn to the guy in front of you. “I’m sorry, I-”

The student pouts. “Just give me a chance.” He moves closer to you, unaware of how tightly Gojo’s clenching his fists.

“I can't, I’m sorry, I- can we still be friends?”

He sighs and walks off without a response.

“Did I show up at a bad time?” Gojo mentally flips him off.

“No, it's fine, sensei.” You shake your head.

“Well, in that case, I got a generous donation and I’d like to spend it on my top performing student.” He pulls out a restaurant gift card that he totally didn't buy himself. “Are you free tonight?”

“Oh– uh, thank you.” You smile. You’ve learned to just accept his kindness even if you think it's a waste for him to do it for you instead of himself, he never lets you “win” in these situations. “Yeah, I have time.”

“Great! Why don't we meet here at the end of the day?”

“Okay.” You nod. “See you then.”

“You're pretty popular, [Name]. With all the people I’ve seen confessing their feelings to you, I’d have thought you were famous if I didn't know any better.” Gojo smiles as the waiter serves you the expensive meal he insisted you order.

“It's…it definitely makes me feel like that.” You laugh softly, nervously playing with your food. “I don't think they really like me though.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno, it's not like any of them know me, I’m not really…boyfriend material.”

Gojo looks at you like you kicked a stray puppy. “You're joking. You're like the Italian silk of boyfriend material! You're perfect.”

You blush. “You don't have to flatter me, sensei.”

“I’m not flattering you, I’m being honest.” He slides his foot up your pant leg, making your face even warmer. “Do I have to prove it to you?” He gives you an unmistakably seductive look.

“Um- that's okay-” You take a large, nervous sip of Gojo’s drink without realizing. He doesn't bother to tell you it's his, he only ordered it so he could goad you into drinking it. It’s not like he needs to say anything anyways, the taste of it tells you enough. You cough. “Sorry-”

“It's fine, you can have more if you want.”

You shake your head as your body starts to rise in temperature.

“Ahem…I would rather focus on school than relationships, so…” You nervously fidget with your hands. “It doesn't really matter if they're genuine or not.”

Gojo stops himself from frowning. “You work so much as it is, don't you think you have the right to date and have fun? You won't have as much time for it once you graduate.”

“I dunno…I guess I’m just not ready.” You eat to avoid continuing the conversation. Your eating speed slowly progresses as you get increasingly drunker by the minute.

“Hey, slow down, big guy, you’ll get hiccups.” He chuckles, grabbing your wrist to stop you from devouring your food. “You’ve never had alcohol before, have you?”

“Of- of course not! Sorry..” You immediately apologize for responding so rudely. You look around nervously. “What if someone saw?”

“If anyone did, I’ll vouch for ya, ‘kay?”

You nod, slowly finishing the rest of your plate. “Thank you, sensei.”

“Of course, I’ll drive you home.”

“Aw, you can't even open the door?” Gojo giggles as he does the honors of unlocking your front door.

“Oh- you don't have to go in- it's messy and-”

“I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't get you safely into bed. Do you know how many things you bumped into just now?” He drags you inside and closes the door behind you. He takes you to your living room and sits you down on the couch. He's glad you live alone. “You can't lay down yet, you might get sick.” He hurries to the kitchen and pours you a glass of water before returning to you.

“Thank you, sensei.” You smile and chug the water.

Gojo sits down and snuggles up next to you, making you freeze. “What's the real reason you don't want a relationship?”

You blush. He saw right through you. “I’m just…scared that I’ll lose control and they'll find out what I’m really like. I'm good at concealing myself but if I let my emotions get in the way…”

“And you think you’ll drive people away.”

You nod. You already had an incident in the past, you had to move miles away from your hometown.

“I can't say your fears are unfounded, but I’m here for you, [Name]. You don't have to hide anything from me, you know I’m too strong for you to hurt me.”

“I- I know, sensei, but…”

“What I’m saying is, I love you, [Name]. I love all of you.”

You stutter. “I uhm, I love you too, sensei–”

“No, not just like that.” He intertwines his fingers with yours. “This can be another secret just between us, do you love me?”

You look at him in shock.

“Just say yes.”

Your stomach is doing flips. “You're my– my-”

“[Name], don't be scared,” He climbs onto your lap. “I’m the only person that can understand and handle what you're going through, no one else could make you happy.” He gently holds your slightly agape jaw and kisses you. You remain still like a statue even as his tongue attempts to initiate an exchange with yours. “Come on, baby, I’ll teach you how to kiss.” He pulls you back in and you force yourself to reciprocate. He subconsciously grinds down on you.

“Ah– sensei-” You look adorable to him.

Gojo smiles and sinks down to his knees. He reaches for your pants. You almost jump out of your skin. “You trust me, don't you?” He pulls them down despite your clear apprehension.

“Ye- yeah-”

“Then just relax for me.” He eagerly frees your cock and drags his tongue up it. Your body trembles as you struggle to figure out where to put your hands. Your cock hardens in his possession and reveals itself as a grower. “And I thought you couldn't get any bigger…” He doesn't hesitate to deepthroat you. You come inside his mouth mere seconds later, unexpectedly filling his mouth with globs of your pent up spend.

“Fuck- I’m so sorry–”

He swallows it all up then passionately sucks you off, you're still hard after all. Breathy curses spill from your mouth but you don't try to stop him. You trust him.

“Mmh~” He loves feeling you in his throat, he already knows this is his second favorite position with you. The first is obviously reserved for when you fuck him. He pulls his mouth off then kisses the tip, teasingly suckling on it to squeeze out even more of your tasty cum. He gently plays your balls as he licks every inch of your shaft. “Can you come in sensei’s mouth again, baby?”

“Ye- yes-” You whimper, digging your nails into your palms as your cock erupts once more. He moans as he swallows it all.

Gojo pulls your pants back up and licks his lips. He's already craving more of your cum but he knows he shouldn't push you too hard.

“Wha- what about you?” You’re honestly scared, you don't even want to imagine having sex with your teacher, but you can't let yourself just take and take from him without giving anything in return.

He stands up and removes his pants, revealing his lacy underwear with a convenient pussy-exposing slit at the base. Your entire body almost lights on fire when you finally realize that this entire thing was a date. He was trying to get in your pants this whole time and you thought he was just platonically treating you to a meal.

He climbs onto you, pressing his knees onto either cushion of the couch so that he hovers over you, and guides your hand to his pussy. You gulp and clumsily feel him up. He's so wet. You experimentally slip a finger into him, carefully studying his reaction, then add another. “Yeah~” He moans. “One more.”

After a small struggle, you get a third finger inside him. You slowly get your fingers fully enveloped in his warmth.

“Right there, curl them.”

You curl your fingers, successfully locating his g-spot. “Uh– do- do I-” You press your fingers against it. You don't even really watch porn, you don't think you have enough experience for him.

“Mhm, just like that, keep going for me.” He pushes his shirt up, showing off his matching bra. Your nose is threatening to start bleeding just from seeing his nipples poking out from behind the much-too-revealing fabric. “Good boy, making sensei feel so good~”

If it's just this, you can be okay with it. The way that he looks and sounds as you pleasure him makes you feel more inclined to indulge him, his charms aren't easy to resist. He's done so much for you and really, the whole world. Doesn't he deserve to feel good? To be happy and pampered? Even if it's by someone so much younger than him and so much less eager? And so, so much more afraid?

“Faster, baby, fuck sensei’s pussy with your fingers~” He circles his finger around his nipple. You comply and speed up your movements. “Oh fuck-” He gasps. “Oh my God, don't stop!” His mouth hangs open whorishly as he climbs towards his orgasm.

You feel like you're going to overheat, you can't deny the way your body responds to him.

Gojo squirts for the first time in his life. This is how he knows you're his soulmate. Who else could make him feel this good with just their fingers? He pulls you into a short, messy kiss then calls your name. “Please,”

Your breath hitches. Please?

“Please fuck me, [Name].” He won't be able to sleep otherwise.

“I’ve never– it wouldn't feel— I-”

“I’m your sensei for a reason, I’m here to teach you.” He smiles gently. “But you're drunk, so I’ll do all the work, okay?”

You nod reluctantly. He, on the other hand, eagerly fishes your cock back out and smiles smugly at how hard you've gotten again. He grabs your shoulders and lines himself up with your length.

“Fuck~” He gasps, struggling to get you inside. “Oh God– how are you so big~?” He can't believe he ever tried to settle for anything smaller in the past.

“Is– is that bad?”

“No, fuck no! It's perfect!” He arches his back once it squeezes its way inside and slams himself down to feel all of it. You stare at him in shock as he squirts again. “I think you were made for me.” He brings your hand to the bulge in his stomach. Maybe you were. At least, you want to believe that you were. That would justify this. Sort of.

“You- you feel…so–” Your nose actually starts to bleed. “Wait- what if I can't pull out?”

“I’m on the pill, you can come inside as much as you want.” He can feel your cock throb in response. He’ll secretly stop taking it if he has to resort to it though. “Speaking of which, how often do you masturbate anyway? Your cum is so thick.” He rolls his hips.

“Almost never-”

Gojo grins wide, he's gonna have a lot of fun corrupting you. “Yeah? It's not good to be so pent up all the time, sensei will make sure you're taken care of from now on.” He starts riding you, now determined to make sure you catch up on what you've been missing out on.

You're starting to understand why your peers are so obsessed with sex. You thought there might've been something wrong with you for feeling so weird about all this, but since it physically feels good, you might just not understand the emotional feelings he’s causing. Maybe your stomach is doing flips of joy and your heart is pounding with excitement.

No, not maybe. You are enjoying this. You're enjoying this.

You…want it. All of it.

Gojo’s movements stutter when you suddenly grip his waist and dig your nails into his skin. The frightened, herbivorous look in your eyes flickers into one of what clearly conveys the exact opposite. He recognizes this, this is the same way you looked back then, when you lost control of yourself and almost ended up dead. It was something he remembers being described as a psychological stress response or something along those lines. He's upsetting you, triggering you. Your brain is working to relieve you of your stress by surrendering your control to your instincts. The beastly instincts that you just told him you were afraid of giving in to. You're not a monster, he's told you that before, but it's not easy to describe your biological lack of humanity.

The obvious next step would be to stop, help you ground yourself, get you something light to eat and some water or herbal tea, then thoroughly apologize for everything he did to you but Gojo isn't the good guy he used to be. He's going to take advantage of this. If you're angry, you can use him to relieve all of it. He’ll take anything from you as long as you don't leave him.

He wraps his arms and legs around you as you stand up and press his back against the coffee table. He arches his back, his eyes crossing dramatically as your body grows larger and stretches his pussy even wider.

You bury your face in his shoulder, rutting into him at a speed so slow he's sure you're trying to fight back against your urges. “It feels good–” Your voice is deeper but still whiny and pathetic. “It's good, sensei-” You sound like you're on the verge of tears, like you're trying to trick your own brain into believing it.

“That's right, baby,” Gojo gently rubs the back of your neck to comfort you. “Do whatever you want to me to feel good, don't hold back, sensei can take it.” He slides his hand to your jaw and makes you look at him. “Give me your hand.” He holds out his other one. You reach out to him and he grabs your wrist, guiding you to his neck. “You can be as rough as you want.”

You squeeze his throat without thinking. Your movements start to find a rhythm.

“Just like that.” His mouth hangs open and his face tints a darker shade of red as you choke him. There's a dark, horny look in his eyes that's so mesmerizing that it feels like you're drowning in his gaze. “Fuck me, [Name].”

You quench your dry throat with a gulp and fuck him at a brutal pace. The items on the table fall over and shake but thanks to the material it's made of, the table itself remains sturdy. Gojo appreciates your taste in furniture.

“Yes~! Good boy~!” He praises you without even thinking about it.

“I’m a good boy?” Your grip tightens, just like the walls of his pussy from hearing your whiney desperate-for-approval voice.

“You're so– so good for sensei, baby~” He's grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. It's harder for him to talk now but he’d be damned if he didn't let you know that. “I love you so much.”

You let go of his throat and bring him into a kiss as you come inside him. He moans and gasps for air but doesn't push you away. He swears he can feel your cum in his womb. Your movements slow to a halt. You're still hard but by the way you're sniffling and panting, he's sure you're at your limit. He won't push you any further tonight.

“Let's go to bed, okay?” He gently caresses your cheek.

“Didn't…You didn't come.” You clumsily touch his t-dick.

“Mmh, get me in bed first, baby.”

You pick him up and carry him to your room, keeping him inside you the whole time. Just feeling that is almost enough to make him come. You lay him down on the bed and wait for his command.

He removes his bra, directing your gaze towards his nipples. “Use your mouth on one of them and your hand for the other, then I want you to grind your hips. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sensei.” You drag your tongue up his nipple and use your hand to pinch the other, relying on his noises to make sure you're doing it right. You roll your hips, gently stimulating his cervix.

“Oh– just like that, sweetheart, fuck-” His eyes roll back as he squirts. You groan, coming inside him one more time before finally softening. You hold his waist and roll onto your back so that he's laying on top of you. You fall asleep before he can even say, “I love you, [Name].” He gives you a soft peck on the lips.

“[Name]?” Gojo wakes up as you shift around uncomfortably in bed.

“Sensei…Last night, why didn't you stop?” Your voice cracks in the way he always loves to hear.

“You didn't tell me to, you said it felt good.”

“No– I mean- it did, but…I- I wasn't myself..”

“Yes you were. I love every single thing about you and I wanted to embrace that,” He kisses your cheek. “If you told me that you didn't want to or if you hurt yourself, I would've stopped it, but you didn't. You were in control, it wasn't like anything that happened in the past.”

You nod softly. “Yeah..”

“I want you to embrace that part of you too, can we go back to that training method?” Part of him just wants you to fuck him like that more often but the other half simply wants you to be happy with yourself and to be able to use all of your strength when you need it.

“...Okay, sen– Satoru..” You blush.

Satoru smiles. “Remember not to call me that around other people, okay? Can't let them get jealous.”

You nod. “I…I love you, Satoru.” You're sure you do, you just didn't know what love felt like before him. How were you supposed to recognize a feeling you'd never experienced before?

“I love you too, more than anything in the world.”

pervert. pervert. pervert.

that’s the mantra that repeated in nanami kento’s mind as he stood in the crook of the alley with his hand around his cock, hidden from prying eyes, as he watched his former upper classman; now notorious defected cult leader—geto suguru, pound into satoru gojo’s ass from behind

“did you miss this, satoru?” geto groaned, wrapping an arm around gojo’s throat and forcing him to bend his neck back. his fingers held him so tightly, the soft flesh of his neck indented.

gojo groaned, and it was so pathetic, so uncharacteristic, it was unlike anything nanami had ever heard before. his cock twitched, filling out in his hand.

pervert. dirty pervert.

but he couldn’t take his eyes off the pair of them, not when gojo smiled and nodded eagerly, glowing blue eyes slicing through the darkness hiding their encounter. “yes,” he admitted, rocking his ass back to meet geto’s unforgiving thrusts.

geto reached around his body and found gojo’s thick cock. nanami watched the movement, enraptured, squeezing his own fingers around his freed length as geto wrapped his large hand around gojo’s cock and started stroking, trying to mimic the feeling. “i know you did. fucking holes never has been enough for you,” he cooed, plowing gojo so hard his chest crashed into the jagged brick wall. geto’s body followed him, molding his chest to his back. “this greedy ass is always begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

what was happening? how long had this been going on?? their touches were all too familiar for this to be their first encounter of such nature. nanami’s cock dripped onto the dirty stone beneath him at the though. how many times had they fucked like this? was it always so rough? so needy?

wrong. this was so wrong. he should be reporting his findings to the higher ups immediately. but the way geto’s ass flexed as he thrust into gojo… the way gojo’s fingers tangled into his long, gorgeous strands… he couldn’t look away—couldn’t stop touching himself.

nanami was too ashamed to admit he had thought about pulling geto’s beautiful before, particularly while nanami fed him his cock while the older male got on his knees. just the thought made nanami hiss quietly through his teeth.

gojo couldn’t respond to geto’s words, too busy biting his lip and groaning between trapped teeth to think straight.

was geto that good at fucking? it sure looked like it. nanami never had been one to bottom, but gojo’s gorgeous eyes filling with tears compiled with his strong thighs and arms that shook at the intense pleasure looked too appealing to dismiss.

“tell me, satoru. when was the last time you had a cock in here?” geto moaned against the shell of his ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

“six months ago,” gojo grunted, jaw falling slack as geto did something with his hips that made the tears in the strongest sorcerers eyes fall down his rosy cheeks. tears nanami wanted to lick up. “at the hotel,” he finished.

geto released a sound so primal and raw, nanami had to lean against the wall of the alleyway to stop himself from falling to his knees. he kept pace with his thrusts, pretending HE was behind geto, fucking his senior into gojo, pulling his hair hard as he took every. fucking. inch. into that sweet, full ass.

shit. shit. nanami humped his fist. would geto be tight? has he ever bottomed before? nanami hoped not. some irrational part of him wanted to be the first one in his ass, making him lose his mind with pleasure as he introduced him to his prostate.

“no wonder you’re so sensitive, you really have been unsatisfied, and yet,” he paused his hips, rocking them against gojo’s ass in a way that made gojo scream out. he clasped a hand over his own mouth, muscled arm trembling relentlessly. “—you never let anyone else fuck this hole,” geto continued. “why?”

gojo tipped his head down to watch geto stroke him off, his free hand reaching between them to wrap around geto’s hand and quicken the pace. “you know why,” he grunted.

geto chuckled, the sound tapering off into a moan at the same time his hips jerked forward.

fuck. he was close. the knowledge had nanami stuffing his tie in his mouth before jerking himself off with more vigor, wishing he had a better view of geto’s hole while he came.

pervert. pervert. pervert.

“i’m never coming back, satoru.” geto groaned.

“i don’t care,” satoru retorted, eyes rolling back in his head. “i don’t care as long as—“ he cut himself off, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

nanami wondered what was left unsaid, but was quickly distracted when geto burried his hand in gojo’s hair and yanked, making those pretty, wet blue eyes stare back into geto’s purple ones. “pathetic.” he whispered into the air between them, his hips growing unsteady. “you’ve always been so pathetic, satoru.” his words were harsh, but there was a strange softness laced within them, like he didn’t mean the words he said—like they were a place holder for other words they both knew, yet were too stubborn to say

“cum for me, satoru. cum for me and me alone, while i fill my greedy ass with my cum,” he whispered, voice shaking with his impending orgasm. “and take it all.”

nanami’s balls tingled with his release that slammed into him like a train. his eyes fluttered back and his teeth clenched hard on the tie between his teeth as gojo’s release splattered against the wall, making a mess all over their conjoined hands.

nanami’s moans got trapped in his lungs, threatening to suffocate him as the most intense orgasm rushed through him, covering his fingers in thick, endless ropes of cum.

his eyes focused on the flexing muscles of geto’s ass as he pumped gojo full of his cum. and fuck. the sight of gojo taking it like the obedient man he definitely was not made another spurt of cum race out of him, tingling his cock.

oh, how nanami had fantasized putting gojo in his place in similar fashion to how geto fucked him now. it was a shame it seemed gojo only let geto top him.

geto slowly pulled out of gojo, the pair moaning in tandem as they separated. shame washing over him, nanami felt disgusting at how erotic the sight of geto’s massive cock looked hanging free, covered in his own cum.

the sky was fairly clear, the city was busy and his white hair shined even brighter in the dark night. satoru is glued to the wall, his hands resting on your shoulders while yours roamed and grabbed his torso. his shirt was loose so easy access for you, he chuckled when he noticed you were wearing the silver necklace he bought you a few months ago. he liked it when it dangled on his face whenever you were pressing him against the mattress.

his leg wrapped around you, and your hand snuck inside his pants, wrapping it around his already hard and wet cock. he gasped at your touch, and leaned over your ear to whisper. “turn me around, i’ve got a surprise for you baby..”

you obeyed and pulled his pants down, you were greeted with a pretty blue gemstone peaking from his asshole, cheeky man, you thought to yourself. you toyed with the plug for a few seconds until you pulled it out and got satoru to moan loudly into the night.

the lube fell from his ass and it was hard to not fuck him like an animal in heat. you grabbed a fistful of his muscular ass in your hand and aligned your cock with his hole.

you gently slid inside your lover, he placed both his hands on the window for support and you quickly got to work. both of you were moaning and panting messes as he thrusted back into you, resulting in your cock sliding even deeper inside him. he called for your name and you called for his, your head resting in the crook of his neck, whispering sweet nicknames to him.