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If there was one thing Gojo was certain of, it was you.
The moment he brought you into that room set on execution, he was already head over heels for you. Nothing would stop him from saving you, after all he already postponed two of his beloved students executions–one was possessed by the king of curses and the other cursed his lover.
You weren’t exceptional, not like the others. Average, possibly a little below. There reason you were in execution didn’t matter, Gojo was going to make sure yours was postponed indefinitely.
Within the school far below the surface, the same place he trained Yuuji. No one would find you here unless he wanted them to, which was never.
You looked so cute sleeping, the day taking its toll on you. Fighting him would have meant death, if he wanted to go all out.
Dragging his knuckles down your cheek, blindfold was off and covering your eyes; he didn’t want you to be afraid of him anymore than you were. This was going to be your home, with him; forever.
Beside you the bed dipped under his weight as he watched your chest rise and fall. Maybe he put to much in putting you to sleep. Maybe you were just that weak to curse energy than those old croons said.
An ordinary sorcerer.
Brushing hair out of the way to kiss your forehead down to your cheek and over to your lips, hovering over them briefly in thought. His hunger won. Pressing lightly at first then harder moaning at your softness, forcing your jaw open with very little effort and slipped his tongue in.
He was on cloud nine. Wanting to stay forever within your mouth but even gods needed air.
Once he pulled away, you were trembling and heard him snicker. Deep honeyed voice spoke more so to himself than to you. Lost in his thoughts and keeping his own hunger in check when all he wanted was to ravish you.
“Honey, you make me want to do bad things to you.”