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You were always thrilled to be on missions with your favorite sensei, Gojo . You found yourself drawn to him—with the way his aura oozed with nothing but power and charisma. Someone of his caliber was never really fit to be teaching in a college, but you were thankful to have him around, anyway. He usually handles the first years, but due to the understaffed faculty, he offered some help in training the fourth years (which, in your case, was just you considering that your other classmates were suspended for the semester due to not proper usage of their techniques).
Being the only 4th year student had a pro, though.
You always had him to yourself, and you enjoyed it. Especially when you make him smile or if you make him proud once training or missions are done; that little curve on his lips and his fingertips brushing your hair while he says, “ Great job! ” made your heart burst.
Although, being the good girl that you are, you never really advanced to him. Oh, god, you wouldn't even dare. Even when you were already a young adult, seducing your teacher with a 9 year age gap was kind of extreme now, wasn't it?
You stare at the calendar inside your dorm, smiling widely when you realize what day it was. You grab your phone and dial your best friend from Kyoto College, Mai Zenin. Once she picks up, you see her putting her makeup on from the camera, a small smile on her face before she raises her eyebrow.
“Well, well, don't you look happy,” she quips. “What's happening, doll? Finally able to make Satoru like putty in your hands?”
“Mai!” you shush, cheeks burning crimson as you shake your head. “Quiet. Someone might hear you.”
“No one's gonna hear you, ____. You're literally the only person in that dorm's 3rd floor.”
“You might never know who's behind my door planning to knock,” you huff, placing the phone down on your study table in an upright position, angled towards your closet. You open it, scanning through the clothes to wear. “Anyways, Mai, Gojo-sensei's taking me out today. What should I wear?”
“Come again?” she asks, and you see her eyes widen behind the camera. She was certain she heard what you said, but she just wanted to do a doubletake to make sure. “Is it for a mission? What kind of ‘taking you out’ is this? A date?” she says, bewildered. “What are the details, doll?”
You bite the inside of your cheek, shyly looking away. “It’s… my birthday.”
There was a certain pause from Mai, and you could see how her demeanor completely shifts as her facial expression breaks down. “What the fuck do you mean it’s your birthday!?” she screams, making you jump in surprise before grinning at her through the screen sheepishly. “I’m your best friend but you never tell me anything! Your birthday?! Are you shitting me—”
“Calm down! My birthdays aren’t really special.”
“It is special for me, are you kidding? Nineteen, right?” You nod in response. Mai clicks her tongue, in disbelief. “Your birthday and you're spending it with—” She stares at you, realization once again crashing onto her like bricks, before laughing. “ Oh my god, you naughty little girl. Are you finally going to seduce Satoru!?”
“Mai!” you scold, blood rushing up to your cheeks and ears as you blush uncontrollably. “Shut your big mouth, will you? And I will not! It's just dinner! He's still my teacher! You can come too if you want.”
Mai waves your statements off completely, before giving you a cynical smile. “No thank you. Feel free to have him all to yourself.”
She giggles when she sees you blush again. “Anyways. Do you still have that little black dress you wore when we went out with Miwa? You know, the one with stretchable fabric but it hugs your body quite nicely.”
“Ah! The one my mother bought me.”
“Yes, doll. Why don’t you wear that? I’m sure you’d look nice.”
Nodding at Mai’s words, you scan your closet again to look for a dress. Seeing the state of your clothes inside, you made a mental note to arrange this properly once you get home. After searching for it, you finally see it tucked between your uniforms, and you pull it out before looking at the dress through the mirror.
“Well? Try it on. I was thinking if you can tie your hair up and curl the ponytail so it doesn’t go over your face and you’ll just end up embarrassing yourself in front of Satoru.” you hear her snicker from behind you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the teasing.
After changing and fixing your hair, you position your body in front of the camera so Mai can take a closer look. She scans you quietly for a moment, before tilting her head to the side.
“It’s not that bad.”
“You could just say I’m pretty, you know.” you grin. Mai scoffs.
Mai always had trouble spurting compliments out of her mouth, that it makes you giggle sometimes. Well, at least she was trying. Tokyo and Kyoto College students don’t usually get along, so your friendship with the other Zenin twin from the latter was like a match made in heaven. It was funny how your personalities clashed with each other, but the two of you made it work, anyway.
“Are you satisfied with that outfit?” Mai questions from the other end. “Utahime-sensei’s already calling us since we also have a mission to do downtown, so I have to go.”
“Yeah!” you beam. “Thanks for the help, Mai. I’ll see you soon?”
She smiles back, warm this time. “Happy birthday, doll. You’re welcome. See you. You owe me dinner when we see each other again!”
Bursting into laughter, the phone call ends.
After getting ready, you stand by the bus stop a few meters away from the college, already waiting for your sensei, wondering where he is. Your heart was pounding on your chest, and the knot in your stomach tightened again. Anxiety forces you to look at your phone's digital over and over again. You remember about Gojo's bad habit of being late everywhere he goes, which probably explains why he was taking so long to arrive.
Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone rings in your hand. With eyes wide, you couldn't help feeling your heart skip a beat at the name that flashed on the screen.
“Gojo-sensei!”
“ _____-chan! ” his same cheery tone greets you on the other end, and you can imagine the smile on his face as he does so. You bite your lip, praying that he would say he's already on his way. Please, please, please— “ Listen, I know it's your special day today, but Yaga called me up on an important mission earlier, so I'm out of town. I'm sorry for not being able to contact you sooner, but I got busy… I don't think I'll get to treat you tonight. ”
Your heart drops.
Oh.
Your effort was such a waste. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up—you knew this was too good to be true that something bad must just happen.
“It's okay, sensei!” you say, trying to ignore the bitter taste in your mouth and the tears stinging the back of your eyes as you tried to sound reassuring. Disappointment pulsates through your veins. “M–Mai was going to take me out for dinner too anyways…”
Lies .
“Oh, really? That's good, then,” Gojo responds. “When I get back I'll treat you, or I'll get you a present here, instead. What do you want? Is there anything you’d like?”
“You don't have to, sensei…”
“Nonsense! You are my favorite student after all,” even with his comforting words that usually makes your heart flutter, your disappointment of not seeing him tonight took a toll. “Enjoy your night even without me, okay?”
You smile a bit, “Okay.”
“ Good girl. ” This time, you feel your cheeks burn at the nickname, feeling the air get knocked out of your lungs as you inhale sharply—and you prayed Gojo didn't hear. He sure knew how to get you. “ I'll see you when I get back, ____-chan! Bye! ”
Once the phone call ends, you place your hand over your chest to calm down your breathing, as you try to console yourself from the dissatisfaction. You looked stupid standing here at the bus stop waiting for someone that wouldn't even arrive, and you wanted to smack yourself at the same time for being so overdramatic. Gojo-sensei didn't even greet you a happy birthday… did he even care? He probably doesn't know how much his actions would affect you, and this makes you want to scream.
You sit on the bench, suddenly feeling exhausted. You wanted to call up Mai, but she was on a mission. You doubt you could call anyone else just for your outfit not to go to waste, but you don't have much friends either.
With your head hung low, you tried to blink away your tears once again. You felt so pathetic. You can't believe you were crying over your good-for-nothing crush on your teacher.
“____?”
Your attention snaps back almost immediately when you hear your name being called, and you look up to see a familiar face staring at you.
“Nanami-san, hi!” you greet, trying your best not to make it look obvious that you had tears in your eyes. “Wh– Where are you off to?”
“Home,” he simply says. “What are you doing here? It's nearly 8.”
I got stood up by your colleague, that's what.
You give him a tight smile, “I…” you weren't sure if it was right to tell him about the situation, or if he'll end up judging you with the worst—but it was just dinner, right? Surely, he won't put malice into something as simple as dinner.
“I was honestly waiting for Gojo-sensei because it's my birthday and he promised to treat me for dinner…” you mutter, your gaze shying away from Nanami's, who seemed to have an expression of surprise flash in his eyes for a moment. “But he had an important mission, so he couldn't make it.”
“Oh, I see. Well, happy birthday,” he says, and you mutter a soft thank you. He then pushes his lens back slightly, “Though, work is work. His excuse is understandable, but I'm sorry Gojo had to stand you up like that. You must be disappointed.”
Your eyes widen, “I–I'm not.”
“You're not so good at hiding your feelings,” a little chuckle leaves his mouth, and it surprises you because this was the first time you've seen his lips curl. He always looked so bored or annoyed most of the time every time you had an encounter with him. “You like him, don't you? Gojo .”
Shaking your head profusely and denying in front of the man, he chuckles even more. “It's alright. Infatuation is normal. Ever since we were in highschool, he always received the most chocolates during Valentines, even from the female staff. It was considered a lot anyway, since there were only a few students around,” he tells you. “He can be a piece of shit, though.”
You scrunch your nose up at his choice of words. “Isn't he your senior?”
He hums, “Yes. I trust him and he would probably save me if my life was on the line, but I do not respect him,” he responds. “Relax. He doesn't respect his seniors either, from what you see. It's a surprise his students still like him… you included.”
You couldn't help the blush on your cheeks again, but this time, it was out of embarrassment. Nanami checks his watch, before turning to you.
“I hope you don't mind me asking, but how old?”
“Oh! Um, nineteen.”
Nanami nods, “Ah. Do you have other plans tonight?”
“No, not really. Dinner with sensei was my only plan… why?”
“We could go have dinner right now if you'd like. My treat,” he proposes, and your eyes widen. “Or, I can cook for you at my place. It's not far from here.”
You blink, almost getting rendered speechless. “Why so sudden?”
“I don't see why not. It's been awhile since I spent a birthday. Besides, you're an excellent student, _____. Graduation is only a few months away, and you're one of the few sane people in the Jujutsu World that I actually respect, so just consider this as a gift of gratitude.”
This stuns you once again, somehow flattered, and this time, you finally agree to go with him. You couldn't let this pretty dress go to waste, with or without Gojo-sensei.
“So, where's it gonna be for the birthday girl?”
You ponder for a moment. You wanted to tell him that you can go eat at a nearby restaurant, but at the same time you wanted to talk to Nanami without any distractions or background noise. You weren't sure what you'd like to ask or talk to him either, but you feel like going to his complex would be a better choice.
“What about your place?”
“Sounds fine to me. Come on.”
You spend your time with Nanami at his apartment complex, and after talking about various things over dinner, you find yourself seated on the couch in his living room—the moonlight shining from the window. The room was dimly lit, a glass of non-alcoholic wine for you, and a couple of bottles of beer for Nanami.
“Can I have some?” You ask charmingly, pointing at the bottle of beer on the table.
Nanami seems skeptical for a moment, but he hands you the glass anyway. “Well… it is your birthday.” he watches as you take a swig. After handing it back to him, you mindlessly scoot closer to him on the couch, but he paid no attention to it. His demeanor completely changed—he looked more comfortable now. You never really spent time with him alone, so you didn't know how to act.
Nanami chuckles a bit once he sees you leaning your head back and sighing. “Are you okay? Don't tell me you got all tipsy already.”
“Mmm, not really. But I do–don't drink much alcohol, so.” you mutter.
It was quiet for a few moments, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You just sat there with your legs folded to the side, playing with the hem of your black dress while refilling your glass and drinking again. Nanami was surprised to see you refill and chug down the alcohol over and over. He grabs hold of your glass and pulls it away.
“____-chan, that’s enough.”
You whine a bit, and this action sends chills down his spine, and he suddenly feels his stomach tighten.
“Nanami-san,” you slur, hiccupping slightly. For someone who doesn't drink, of course your tolerance wouldn't be that strong. He watches silently as you lean back. “Why can't Gojo-sensei pay attention to me? It’s my birthday… he promised…”
Nanami cocks an eyebrow, “Why do you like him so much?”
“I don't know,” giggling, your head falls on his shoulder, making him tense up. He doesn't know why the contact bothered him immensely. “Maybe because he’s so cool… tall… powerful… I just want him to see me. But who am I kidding? I’m,” you hiccup again, feeling the alcohol blurring your thoughts as you continued to spew mindless nonsense. “Just a student, after all!”
Your fingers find their way to the first few buttons of his open polo shirt, then you trail your fingers underneath his chest. But Nanami couldn’t do this, and he can’t ignore the way his dick eventually throbs in his pants.
He immediately grabs hold of your wrist, pulling you away from him, and your wide blown eyes lock with his. You were strong enough to release yourself from his grip, before grabbing each side of his face as you started to straddle him.
“____,” Nanami says your name breathlessly, feeling your panties brush against his clothed member. He resists, swallowing heavily. He’s the adult in this situation, he can’t take advantage of an intoxicated young lady, especially when it’s his senior’s student. “F- Fuck , stop it. You’re drunk— I’ll take you home.”
“Take my mind off it, Nanami-san,” You plead, pressing yourself down onto him. Nanami takes in a shuddering breath, not being able to control the low groan leaving his lips. “Make me forget about Gojo-sensei.”
His eyes trail down to your wet, plump lips, begging to be kissed.
The gears in his mind reeled. His head started to spin. Fuck.
“You’re… you’re drunk. I can’t,” this time, the older man places his right hand on the side of your face, his thumb gently grazing your lips. You inhale sharply, feeling your core getting wet at every passing moment. Then, you catch his thumb between your teeth, sucking on it.
Nanami gaped, that action setting his body on fire. With one swift motion, he leans forward, and without hesitation, he catches your lips into his. You moan against him as he kisses you deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press your body closer to his while you grind down on him. He finds himself lost in the way you tangled yourself on him—feeling your wet panties press against the bulge of his pants.
Shit. His head started to blare sirens. Shit, fuck, shit.
Fucking shit. Gojo will kill him.
The night was silent around his apartment, only the sounds of your soft moans and whimpers heard, along with the sloppy kisses Nanami was giving you. You feel yourself tense when his hands land on either side of your thighs, parting them and giving them a squeeze, making you rub yourself down onto him even more. His lips leave yours—finally throwing all caution into the wind of all the wrong things he was doing—and starts to leave kisses down your jawline, then neck, followed by the collarbone. You give out pathetic whimpers, both eyes closed, while he groans against your skin as he grips your hips and matches the pace of your grinding as he pushes himself up on you.
You started moving your hips quicker and whining, his name leaves your lips like a prayer.
“Stand first,” he grunts, and you comply.
Heart pounding out of your chest, you watch as he stands up and pulls down your laced panties, and you step out of them straight away. He takes your dress off as well, discarding them on the floor. The cold air of the apartment hits your skin, making you shudder, but Nanami’s warm hands start to roam on your body, and he presses a kiss onto your collarbone once again. You inhale sharply.
Then, he cups your breasts with his larger hands, massaging them gently, but before you can moan, he muffles it out as he kisses you again. With lips still attached, you fully unbutton his polo shirt and slide it off his shoulders before tossing it to the side. Your hands find their way raking down his chest—the touch sending shivers down his spine and on to his throbbing cock.
You pull away from the kiss for a moment, fiddling with his belt, before taking it off completely, lowering his zipper and pulling his pants down. You kneel down, and your eyes widened at the sight that greeted you—not expecting that the man’s cock was long and thick. Pre-cum was already leaking on his slit, and you couldn’t help but swallow tightly, only for Nanami to groan when you wrap your smaller hand around his member before pumping him slowly. He bucks his hips forward, the tip of his cock smacking slightly against your lips—making you flustered.
“I– I want to suck you off, Nanami-san,” you mutter, voice quiet as if you were shy. Nanami feels his chest burn, and he wonders if this was your first time.
“Sure,” he says huskily, biting his lip a bit. “But wait, sweetheart, is this your first time?”
“W–well, I’ve kissed before—”
Nanami chuckles lowly, “No, I mean, sucking a cock.”
His choice of words makes you blush madly, before you nod. “I– Um, I just saw what they do in porn.” you admit sheepishly, and your response makes Nanami laugh.
“You’ll be okay, just show me what you know.” He reassures, fingers gently grazing your skin in a delicate manner.
You nod your head once again, before wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, and sucking on it slowly. Nanami lets out a low moan, veins pulsating as his muscles tense, and this makes you proud that you’re able to make him feel good. You take his cock further, sucking down on to the base, and he couldn’t contain the way your name leaves his lips in grunts and moans—before hissing and groaning as you found a certain momentum. You grip on his thighs as you continue sucking his cock, gagging slightly when you’re met with his thrusts.
“That's it, fuck— you’re so good,” Nanami coos, throwing his head back as he moans even more. “That’s it, good girl. Fuck, such a good girl.”
You could feel your arousal pooling between your legs with the praises that left his lips, and even when your knees were starting to hurt, you stayed in that position, hollowing your cheeks as you felt him twitch inside of you. You graze your teeth slightly against his skin, taking him into the brim, throwing him off guard as he mutters profanities and praises under his breath.
“Enough baby,” he calls out, putting his hands on your shoulders before pushing you away slightly. You look up at him, eyes filled with wander, a bit of saliva and pre-cum drooling from the corners of your mouth. He pulls you up, before laying you down on the couch on your back.
“____,” he says your name gently, despite his dark eyes clouded with lust. “I just need to know if you’re okay with this. You’re intoxicated, we can stop if you want.”
You give him another soft and quick kiss, before smiling. “I’m not too drunk…” you tell him. “And I’m sure… Nanami-san… please …”
He nods his head, hiking one leg upwards as he places it over his shoulder. He lines his cock in front of your aching wet pussy, and your heart beats so loud in anticipation that you feel like it’ll jump out of your ribcage any sooner. “If it hurts, just tell me,” he tells you, and you nod.
Nanami finally pushes himself inside of you, and you both gasp in sync. You feel him stretching you inside, but that slight pain slowly becomes pleasure when he fills you to the brim.
“Fuck,” you say, breathless.
“You okay, baby?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” you look at him, and you can see the sweat glistening from Nanami’s muscular figure. “M-move, please.”
He nods, thrusting into you—slowly at first as he observes your face, watching as your mouth falls open. You gasp, moaning his name low in your throat as you weakly grip on the sides of the couch, your whole body in pleasure as he picks up the pace. Nanami groans, one hand holding your leg that was draped on his shoulder, and the other finding its way to your breast as he squeezes it. You moan over and over, listening to the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Nanami looks down at you, eyes not missing the way your whole body writhed under his touch. Fuck, he can’t believe he’s having sex with Gojo’s student—how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right? He bites down his lip, grunting, going deeper and harder that makes you almost scream out.
He puts your leg down and leans down to catch your lips between his again, and this time, he thrusts into you faster while he kisses you.
“Nanami-san,” you whisper when he pulls away, both of your eyes interlocking. His jaw drops when you take and guide his hand towards your neck, and he wraps his fingers around it, making you choke on your whines and moans. He’s mesmerized, the quiet ones were indeed the worst. He never expected such dirty actions from such a good girl. You groan when his fingers tighten even more, but still leaving a space for you to breathe, before angling his cock a bit to thrust deeper.
“Oh fuck, do it like that!”
Your eyes are now barely open, your body trembling before you make use of your hands and rub your clit for extra stimulation. Nanami groans at the sight of you touching yourself, and you could feel his cock pulsate inside you, your stomach churning. You were going to cum.
“Fuck, fuck—!” you cry out, arching your back, throbbing uncontrollably. “Nanami— I’m going to cum!”
“Cum for me baby.” he says between grunts, and you knew he was going to release any time soon as well. It takes a few more hard thrusts until it eventually grows sloppy, and he hisses by your ear when your whole body ripples with your orgasms. He follows shortly after, kissing you as he swallows your moans while he fills you up with his load to the brim. The sensation makes your thighs tremble, your whole body aching before Nanami falls to your side.
After a few moments of catching your breath, you don’t hesitate to curl up and lean against him. Your fingers find their way to his blonde hair, while he holds you close with his arms around your waist. It doesn’t take long for realization to crash down on you that you fucked your sensei’s colleague, and fear creeps up for a moment, before you find yourself shaking the thoughts away as you relax under his hold.
“You okay?” Nanami mutters, his lips grazing your forehead. You nod, humming. You feel the way his hand rubs on your back, as if comforting you, and you breathe in the scent of his cologne. You weren’t able to notice this earlier, but he smells so nice. Everything about him knocked the air out of your lungs.
Soon enough, your eyelids start to close, and the last thing you hear is Nanami’s gentle whispers.
You awaken to the sunlight that greeted you through the small cracks in the curtain, and you now found yourself laid on the bed rather than the couch, with Nanami by your side. The events from last night were still fresh at the back of your head, but you consoled yourself that you didn’t regret any of it.
You suddenly hear your phone ringing from the living room where you left it, and you glance at the bedside clock to check the time. 7:15 PM. Your eyes widen as you gasp.
Fuck. It’s a Monday! You have classes!
Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
You turn back to see Nanami still asleep soundly, and you lean forward to press a soft kiss on to his hair before getting out of bed. Your movements didn’t wake him up, and you were thankful for that. Rushing to the living room, you grab your phone—and all color drains from your face when you see the contact that flashed on your screen.
‘Gojo-sensei ♡’
With trembling fingers, you swipe your screen to answer. “G-Gojo-sensei! Good morning…”
“____-chan! Did you enjoy your night?” Gojo says on the other line in that same chirpy tone in his voice. “I’m already back in town. I was thinking of treating you out on lunch today if you’d like.”
“Oh! Um, yes, sensei… I really enjoyed last night…” you trail off, the taste bitter on your tongue as you feel your heart hammering against your chest at just the sound of your sensei’s voice. It wasn’t a lie, though. “Listen, Gojo-sensei, I’ll see you later… I’m currently preparing for school.”
“Ah, it’s no problem. I’ll see you later!”
Knowing you were about to arrive to class late, you just planned to text Nanami that you already left. After putting your clothes back on, you open the door quietly in hopes to slip out, but you stop in your tracks the moment you notice someone standing outside.
It was when your world crashes down on you, and your stomach fills with dread, followed by your heart dropping when you lock eyes with him .
Gojo could only stare in disbelief.