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There was nothing that Yuuji could do about the situation he was in – stuck in a white cloud. Close quarters not even enough room to right himself, he laid there spread. He tried punching through strangely fuzzy bumps, but it did nothing. Weird white strands of what appeared as some sort of fungi softened the impact, softened and made it useless as it just went with it, bouncing him in some other place. When he tried to scrape it off, it reappeared healing too fast for him to even see what it was attached to. The whole experience made him think of bouncy house in the attraction park, only less open spaced, almost suffocating. He didn’t remember how he got here, the last thing he remembered was him hunting some Grade 2 curse and successfully killing it before feeling an impact to his side, pressure and strange feeling of being sucked into the wall.
Sukuna was silent, disinterested in whatever was going on with his vessel. He gloated for approximately five minutes in the beginning, sure, laughed his ass off at the misfortune of one Itadori Yuuji, but then left him completely alone to wait for any hint, for any change in the fungi so that he could solve the problem he was stuck in.
It felt like hours passed until finally – some deepening in the wall appeared. Yuuji tried to push himself up with his hands behind him, but all he succeeded in doing was flailing around, walls around him pulsating, moving against him. He was forced to watch as before his very eyes: first through the strange shaded deepening came big white hand the length of his head, then black sleeve, then a shoulder dressed in the same long-sleeved jacket, torso and head of white, blurring into the fungi, black headband on half of the face covering his savior's - sensei’s - clear blue eyes.
“Sensei!”
Walls convulsed around them suddenly, pushing Gojo-sensei closer to him. Constricting around them, soft now surprisingly moist fungi rubbed against their exposed skin and clothes, covering them in mucin.
“Yuuji-kun, there you are!” Gojo-sensei yelled enthusiastically as always with big smile on his face. His sensei was the only one who was that excited to see him and who would show it.
Itadori couldn’t contain his excitement either so he hugged his sensei close. Finally, his hero came to save him from this conundrum. Yuuji’s eyes were already too tired and irritated from looking at the same damn color for the past however long it was. He rubbed his face on Gojo-san’s shoulder and sneezed. He swore that the space they were permitted didn’t smell this sweet before Gojo came in nor was it as tight. Gojo-san let out a delighted laugh, never the one to push Yuuji away. Long strong arms wormed under Yuuji to hug him back, cheek to cheek, Gojo nosed into brown strands just above his ear. Yuuji was so affectionate and easy to be around, to lose concern with, to forget everyone but him – Gojo’s personal sun, refuge and air. He missed him dearly everyday after they stopped living together, nights spent watching movies in his basement, sharing meals and space were his to-go memories to lift his mood.
The position they were in was unfortunate, cursed room had it’s requirements to fulfill, but for now Gojo permitted himself to bask in the moment, deprived of his favorite presence for too long – he was sent away three days ago to northern part of country to exorcise Grade 1s that appeared there recently. He was pissed off and worried sick before falling into Yuuji’s open arms and cuddling his nerves away, the sound of laughter - smoothing-iron to the creases of Gojo’s soul. Despite it, underneath the bliss he still felt simmering anger. If he found Yuuji sprawled dead again, little stupid higher ups wouldn’t survive. Their luck was that Yuuji is alive and well.
The slime was disgusting on his clothes weighting them down uncomfortably, on skin it quickly absorbed. Yuuji’s ear and neck started looking flushed, as pink as his hair from what Gojo could see in their current cheek-to-cheek position. He was panting, open mouthed. Hot air puffed into Gojo’s ear-shell, making him shiver, his dick twitched in his tightening pants.
“Sorry, sensei.” A gulp of air, intermission, awkward cough. Yuuji pushed a bit at Gojo’s shoulders, tilting his head back at the same time to look at his face with mortification written all over “Gojo-sensei, something’s wrong.”
Space around them felt warmer, heavier. Fungi’s strands clung to them hotly, sticky, pumping slick and sweet aroma.
“Yes, Yuuji-kun, something is wrong” Gojo reiterated meanly. His mean streak never hurt Yuuji, who took everything in face value. The remarks that would make others offended by Gojo’s tone or implied insult would be like water of goose's back for him “We are stuck in a room that wants us to do something very wrong”
“Wrong? Like what?” honeycomb eyes, sweetest eyes that ever looked at Gojo stared at him clueless. He felt the urge to lick them, delusional about their taste. He figured that they would taste as sweet as toffee and crunch loudly against his teeth like sugar cane. He was going to lose his mind here. He kissed Yuuji’s hastily closed eye, disappointed with perceived slight. Wasn’t he just welcome here? Hadn’t he been good enough? Gojo-sensei would personally tell you that he was good, after all he was trying so hard to hold himself back, to not pounce on dear Yuuji-kun any chance he got. Isn’t he good for not molesting him while the boy was in his basement? He could have done that and no-one would know or if they would, they'll do nothing to stop him, he was sure of it. But he didn’t do it. It’s not his fault that Yuuji got himself in this predicament today. Today they both were victims of circumstances. Gojo can pretend that his hand was forced, no one would blame him and never Yuuji.
Smaller but not weaker hands caressed up Gojo’s back and scratched at his nape sending pleasant shivers down his spine. With wounded noise Gojo opened his mouth against Yuuji’s closed eye, pushing against his eyelids, trying to open them. Eyelashes stuck to his tongue when he increased pressure, brow coming down, everything scrunching against intrusion. But Yuuji relented and finally top lid opened, tongue finally connected with salty slick cornea. He held it there, not licking anymore, letting his tongue convulse against Yuuji’s naked eye, soft lashes caressed the top and bottom of the tip of his tongue, eyelids trying to unsuccessfully close around it, squeezing at it. Yuuji whined, his fingers dug into Gojo’s back before grabbing the fabric of his jacket and tearing it in lieu of leaving his sensei’s back a bloody mess. Saturu swore that he will make sure to kill Yuuji’s composure. Yuuji tried to jerk away, but Gojo just pulled him closer, one of his hands came up to hold Yuuji’s head in place. Salty tears came to the surface and Gojo retreated to slightly lap at Yuuji’s lower lid, collecting escaping moisture. With last loud smooch, Gojo retreated back to look at his very red student. He licked his lips salty with Yuuji's tears.
“Gojo-sensei, that hurt” Yuuji pouted at him. His lips looked so inviting - bitten red as they were, - lower lip jutting forward like a red carpet to the most desired entrance. Gojo couldn’t resist the sight and so he didn’t. He came down with a bite to Yuuji’s lips making him gasp. He licked into his gaping mouth, invading the open space, before going back to suck on the lower lip. Soft gasps followed him as he descended to Yuuji’s neck, raining kisses and sucking bruises above his student’s collar. He felt sharp prickling of pain, a pulling at skin, then wetness trailing down his back. He grabbed Yuuji’s arm forced his hand to his face. As he had thought and hoped, Yuuji’s fingers were covered in blood, it got under his short nails, it painted his fingertips red.
“I’m sorry, sensei” Yuuji said, relaxing the hold on his back, but Gojo haven’t heard him. His ears were ringing. His eyes wide, starring at his own blood on his student's hand. He pulled the hand closer to his face to clean those fingers of his own blood, kissing them, worshiping them, softly suckling them to suck out red liquid from under his nail plates.
Gojo teared at the other’s clothing. He could always teleport them to his own house, to clothe Yuuji in his own clothes. Save them both. His student’s pecs were big with muscle and a bit soft with fat, jumping at suddenness of Gojo’s action. His nipples were hard and inviting, perfect to suck on. Yuuji’s hand pulled from Gojo's relaxed hold to push into white hair, to grab and pull his teacher closer to his mouth, but Gojo already had a goal, his vision tunneling on the other’s plump chest. He didn’t care for sting of his scalp as he resisted the hold, to lower his face down towards the nipple, sucking it in. His hand that was uselessly hanging in the air came down to fondle unoccupied breast, digging into it, soft flesh filling it up nicely. He squeezed and twisted the nipple making his student shiver with sensation, and teethed at the one in his mouth, enjoying gasping sounds that came out of the Yuuji’s mouth.
There was another prickling of pain, Yuuji’s hands grabbing at him hard, nails biting skin. Gojo moaned against his chest. His need becoming uncomfortable and painful in his pants. He felt on fire, his hands trembled down Yuuji’s front, fingers moving erratically, disobedient to their owner’s wishes. They pulled at Yuuji's pant button, sweat making them slip, pulling frustrated sound from him that was quickly soothed by Yuuji’s laugh at his his expanse. “There go your pants” he tsked before tearing them and Yuuji's underwear apart drugging surprised scream from his student. He was then pulled towards the smiling mouth. Teared up clothes fell around them in ribbons of fabric, sticking to fungi, before being consumed by it.
His hands enveloped Yuuji’s hips, pulling them close, encouraging Yuuji to hug him around his torso with his legs. He moved one hand to Yuuji's front where he was met with soft curls and wet heat.
“Interesting” Gojo mumbled into Yuuji’s mouth before resting his forehead on his jaw to look down at the space where he expected a dick to be, just to be met with his hand fondling pink hair on Yuuji's mound, his pointer and middle finger sliding between Yuuji’s pussy lips. his fingers looked so thick against Yuuji, pinning him apart, open like a butterfly in the collector's journal.
“Problem?” came a strangled gruff. Poor Yuuji probably thought that Gojo’s reverent pause was hesitance instead of what it really was – a delighted surprise. It would have been the same way no matter what junk he had, just the fact that Gojo now had his hand somewhere it was not supposed to be, somewhere he tried not to think about too much for fear of giving in, somewhere near Yuuji’s hole where they can connect, join in in shared carnal pleasure, where Satoru can bury his cock and, if it was at all possible, himself too. That’s a thing he was not supposed to be doing, that’s the thing he’s doing, that he will be doing now and forever more if Yuuji would let him after they get out of the inside’s of this curse.
“No, Yuuji-kun, no problem at all” he tapped lightly at Yuuji’s cunt with his two fingers, then lightly circled around the tight opening. It would be near impossible to put his dick in painlessly, he would have to bully it in even after he'll finger it open. He gulped, his saliva thick in his throat, a bit of drool escaped the corner of his lips. All six eyes concentration on the sight he was offered with. He pulled his fingers up to reach for Yuuji’s clit to rub slowly at it, before flicking it, delighted at the gasp the motion pulled from Yuuji.
“Sensei” Yuuji’s arms circled around his neck, hugging him close. The sound of him so scandalized but still leaning on him, trusting and vulnerable and so sweet. If they weren’t locked at the position they had now, hugged close by soft walls of fungi, he’d crawl down, bitten into every shown bit of skin ‘til he reached the cunt to lick at it, to eat it up, out. He wants to devour Yuuji, bite down on him, tear the offered flesh, drink from him, but then he’d be alone deprived of his laughs and manga retellings. So Gojo kissed and sucked at the skin of his neck, both satiated and hungry for more. He didn’t dare stop the continuous movement on Yuuji’s clit, speeding up and pushing more at it when Yuuji started to move his hips. His limbs locked around Gojo, pulling him impossibly close and Gojo moved in spite of his wrist hurting at the uncomfortable angle, in spite of tight space between them, in spite of Yuuji arching and unconsciously moving his hips away before slick gushed and his whole body trembled, limbs relaxing and tightening around Gojo like a fly trap and how he loved being inside of it.
He pushed his fingers lower to yet again circle Yuuji’s slicked up hole. He pushed and pushed until first digit of his middle finger was sucked in. It was bigger than Yuuji’s, Gojo figured when his student tensed beneath him. Yuuji hissed a quiet displeased “fuck” at the new uncomfortable sensation.
“Relax” he whispered at Yuuji’s neck, kissing at red patches that would bloom into beautiful purple flowers. He scratched it with his teeth before gnawing at it, pulling and grinding it between his jaws, wishing he could bite through it, but maybe later. There were gasps and forced deep breaths being taken before Yuuji got familiarized with having Gojo’s finger inside of him. Then Gojo moved, pushed it deeper to the root. His pointer finger tapped near the point where they joined together. It moved up and down teasing the flesh, convincing it to let him inside. Yuuji tried to breath deeply, to stay relaxed but the second finger’s tip felt threatening. He sobbed a quiet “Wait”. He wanted it but he was unused to the girth of his sensei’s fingers and the expectation of what was before them equally excited and scared him.
Gojo froze, thinking of what would help, until he wanted to slap himself. There was a fungi mucus around that they could use and, yes, it absorbed rather quickly but if he pulled some in with his blue. He pulled out his finger slowly to then scissor them to pull Yuuji’s cunt open, then he pulled moisture from the fungi towards himself, concentrating it in the shape of his finger. Pulling it down, down to Yuuji’s hole. An almost transparent with whitish wisps mass connected wetly with Yuuji’s cunt and pushed inside before Gojo dissipated its edges, before he pushed his own finger after it to massage the liquid into Yuuji’s insides. Yuuji trembled, his arms almost choked Satoru in their hold before relaxing again – inside and out. Hands lowered to pat at the mess on Gojo’s back dragging an involuntary quiver with their light touch. He sighed, suckling like a leech at the nearest patch of skin.
He hooked his finger up pushing at mushy part inside of Yuuji, rubbing up and don, pulling it out before ramming it back in. Sloppy sounds of wet flesh hitting wet flesh filled the space alongside sighs, quite moans and embarrassing occasional slurping coming from Satoru. When Yuuji started following the motion, meeting Gojo’s finger as well as he could, there was a second finger pushing in and meeting no resistance. Meat of his palm ground against his clit, rubbing with the motion of fingers, inconsistent pressure making him feel a bit more wild. One orgasm for him wasn’t enough, never was enough. He grabbed at Gojo’s shoulders for the support as he moved his hips into his palm, grinding against it while fingers circled inside of him, hand now frozen for him to do as he wished.
The pressure on his shoulders was divine as Gojo breathed deeply. Fungi catching and sticking to his forehead as he fell forward a bit. Nails bit at his naked skin as Yuuji came around his fingers again. He breathed the smell of sweat, the sweetness of fungi and the light scent of Yuuji’s shampoo. He whined, jutting his hips forward rutting the tip of his clothed dick against his own fingers deep in Yuuji’s cunt. He knew he has to stretch Yuuji a bit more to make it as easy on him as possible but the shakes were increasing, he felt feverish and the only salvation was sighing before him, taking pleasure from him. At the injustice, feeling a bit slighted, Gojo bullied third finger inside, scissoring them ‘til Yuuji sobbed and pushed at his shoulders. Unrepentant and immovable he continued to move his fingers, to fan them out inside as far as they would go in that tight hit making Yuuji hiss and sob.
Yuuji moved his head to face Gojo’s crown of hair, he kissed the top and quietly, meekly mouthed “Sensei, please, it hurts” soft sobs shook through him, gasping breath and all. Gojo gulped, trying to reign himself back in, his composure cracked a bit and now all the desire clawed at him. He wanted for Yuuji to feel the grip desire had on him, what it done to him, but he needed to be delicate, needed to go slow and careful, needed for Yuuji to ask for it later, needed to not spoil their first experience with each other and apparently very first one for Yuuji too.
He risen his head to look at Yuuji’s dilated pupils, golden color, dark moon hiding the sun from Gojo’s view. He kissed his wet cheek, murmuring ‘sorry’s and ‘forgive-me’s. Soft shivers wrecked Yuuji’s frame, flesh constricting around Gojo’s fingers that were still fanning out inside of him. He closed them to then massage wet mushy tissue of Yuuji’s cunt. He pulled them out to circle around the hole, Yuuji whined and Gojo pushed them inside again. Pace slow, letting him adjust to it. Yuuji kissed him on the cheek, calming down and softening beneath him. Kiss was followed by another, and another, and some more wet fast pecks making Gojo giggled before zeroing in on Yuuji’s ear, licking into it to make him gasp and biting on the earlobe to tease at it a bit, making it red as shiny with spit yet again before smooching the tragus of the ear making Yuuji jerk away with gasping laughter, his hands pushing at him to get away, the walls around his fingers convulsing tightening and relaxing in tune with the laughing sunshine.
“Sensei, no” when Gojo continued to follow to extract some more giggles out of his student, Yuuji squeezed his ear against his own shoulder to hide it from the overgrown menace and pouted at sad look on his sensei’s face. The guilt-tripping would not help him “No”
Gojo pushed the heel of his palm against Yuuji’s clit and Yuuji gasped, tilting his head back, relaxing it from his shoulder, the pout no longer in it’s place. His other hand rose from it’s place on Yuuji’s plump ass to tickle up his torso, making him giggle, before resting on top of the other’s chest to tug on his nipple. “Don’t be stingy, Yuuji-kun, your sensei’s always missing you” he moved his hand to the glaring scar on his chest, thumb circling on the healed flesh “You really scared your sensei today”
The reminder of that godforsaken mission made Gojo’s hackles rise yet again, he moved his fingers harsh and fast yet again. Thankfully Yuuji was used to it by now and the forth finger pushing in didn’t make him tense up. “I thought Yuuji-kun would lie dead here yet again” he said pushing in and in, before roughly pulling out. “Yuuji-kun wouldn’t pull that to his poor sensei twice, would he?” Yuuji whined, bubbling something about it not being his choice, silly as if Gojo didn’t know that already. Gojo knew that it was not Yuuji’s fault, but he needed to blame him to no kill those who were actually at fault. He bit lightly at Yuuji’s jaw, before pulling his fingers out completely.
“Yuuji, Yuuji” Gojo said while pulling his black leather belt out of hoops on his pants. He wondered if he should throw it into fungi, before idea hit him like a flash. He looped it around Yuuji’s waist to then pull it through the buckle and grabbing at the tip of it, pulling it tight, squeezing his waist. The sight was delicious. He shimmied his pants down to his knees with his other hand, not letting go of the belt to palm at his aching dick. “Yuuji, let me?”
“Yes, sensei” and with that Gojo flew, his hand on his dick direction the motion while he cruelly sheathed himself down to the root in one go inside. There was no escaping, no pulling away now with need whipping at his back. He sighed finally feeling desired heat on his dick, the compelling pressure from all sides of tight channel. Yuuji gasped and the space inside of him tightened around Gojo’s prick, making him moan pitifully. How would he live if Yuuji decided for this to be their one and only time. “Yuuji-kun you’ll let your sensei do this to you again, won’t you?” he asked, circling his hips before pulling out and pushing in again. Yuuji gasped again, his hands tightened on Gojo’s back, scratching over wounds left previously. When Satoru pulled out and thrust inside to circle his hips again, a garbled sound came out out of Yuuji. “Would you, Yuuji?”
“Yes, yes, yes” Gojo sighed in pleasure, resting his head on Yuuji’s sternum, pulling his dick out, pulling his belt tighter around Yuuji before bullying inside yet again. There was a small bump bellow the belt which made him choke on his own spit, coughing before gasping and groaning at the sight. Heat tugged painfully at him. His hand that wasn’t holding his belt went up from Yuuji’s hip to thumb at the bump on Yuuji’s toned abs. When he pulled out a bit, the already small bump disappeared completely, before reappearing when he drove in. He pushed at it from the outside, making Yuuji moan at the pressure.
“Yuuji-kun, look” he raised his head a bit to uncover the view he was memorizing, before looking at Yuuji’s widened wild eyes staring down at himself, “Scary, no?” Yuuji shook his head before it fell back after Gojo moved his hips. “Your sensei could tear you apart, right?”
A stuttered title fell from Yuuji’s lips, his hands pulling Gojo back to plaster them together. Gojo lowered his hand from Yuuji’s stomach to the side and then to pull him up closer by his lower back. He let go of the belt to instead grab at his ass again. Tilting Yuuji’s hips up. He ground his hips up and down before starting a rapid pace unable to dawdle anymore.
Choked out moans, groans, loud breaths and indecent smacking of hips would make anyone blush if they were not inside of an entity-room. Gojo didn’t want to think, he wanted to cum and preferably without getting out of the tight heat of his student. Might as well go whole hog but he had to make sure. “Yuuji-kin” a gasp, a tremble of limbs, hands tightening around each other “Can sensei come inside?”
“I don’t know” Yuuji shook his head, trembling, but there was something teasing about the tone.
“Hm?” Gojo hummed, always curious.
“Can you?” this was so bad, it shouldn’t have any of them laugh nor make Gojo choke when another jerk of his hips in the trembling body was followed by an orgasm so hard, it made dark spots appear in his vision, eyes crossing, ears ringing, toes curling inside his boots.
“Eh? Did you just come, sensei?” a perplexed voice sounded through the ringing, followed by teasing “You are rather lame, sensei. Are you into bad jokes?”
“Yuuji-kun thinks his jokes are bad”
“I said this joke was lame, not that all my jokes are lame” Yuuji swatted at him. Before relaxing back into the concrete floor. “Oh! Sensei, look”
When Gojo looked around they were indeed in the bared room save for the door they’ll not use, because he will teleport them to his abode right after he makes sure that Yuuji is taken care of.
“Yuuji did you come?”
“Like, at all? Yes”
“No, Yuuji-kun, like, right now” amused and a bit affectionately annoyed, Gojo risen to sit on his knees, both hissing when he slipped out of Yuuji. Stretching a bit before his hands came to knead at Yuuji’s inner thighs absentmindedly. When he looked down at Yuuji he was met with a beautiful mess of purple and red skin of his neck and shoulder, drool spilling from the corner of his bitten lips down the side of his flushed face, hair wet and sticking up like hedgehog’s coat, his cunt slowly leaking cum, pubes matted and wet from both of theirs releases.
“Um, sensei, should I really tell you that?” Yuuji’s hand came up to wipe at his red face, successfully wiping away the drool. Gojo hummed crawling back to lower his face to the other’s cunt. When Yuuji finally retracted his hand from his scrunched up face, their eyes met. Gojo winked before kissing Yuuj’s mound.
“Of course, Yuuji-kun, tell everything to your sensei. I can keep a secret”
Yuuji hummed, sighed, tapped at his temple, scratched at his chin while he pretended to think hard about Gojo’s words, before finally smiling coyly “Then, no, I didn’t”
“Poor Yuuji-kun, but don’t worry sensei will fix that” with levity not fitted for the sex talk. Gojo finally connected his lips with Yuuji’s cunt, breathing in the scent of sex. He moved one hand to finger his cum back inside. Screw the consequences of cumming inside his student, he wanted to keep it there, to mark Yuuji inside-out, he’s gonna take care of everything, of anything that would happen. He sucked at Yuuji’s hard clit, slurping, before circling it with his pointed tongue.
His student’s hands came to burrow in his hair, pulling him closer. Gojo’s hand that was pinning one of thighs down came to push at Yuuji’s mound. He licked and licked. Thighs locked him between them, suffocating him, pushing his nose to burrow closer, squishing it. He wanted to die there. He sucked drugging nth orgasm out of Yuuji. Legs rippled around him before letting go. He went up to gasp at the air he was suddenly permitted, before resting his forehead on Yuuji’s abs. Yuuji relaxed his hold on Gojo’s hair, softly playing with it now.
“Gojo-sensei?”
“Hm?”
“I think I’ll need NorLevo”
“Mhm”