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Yuuji groaned as he marched down the hallway, a glare set deep into his face as his mouth twisted into a scowling pout. Since when did Gojo-Sensei give out detentions? And for something, or in this case someone, he couldn’t even control!

“This is all your fault Sukuna.” Yuuji snarled out under his breath, wincing internally at the feeling of flesh splitting apart revealing a mouth and a singular eye on the side of his face.

“Brat, you really should understand that I do as I please, regardless of how it may affect you.” Sukuna snarked. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, what with how big of a crush you have on that bastard.”

“I do not!” Yuuji lied with a shriek, his red tinted cheeks making the lie all too obvious to the curse.

“You can’t lie to me brat.” Sukuna chuckled as Yuuji approached the door to the classroom, nerves piling in his gut. “I live inside you now.”

Yuuji groaned at the thought, shaking his head as he slid open the classroom door, bowing his head slightly as he entered as a sign of respect for his great teacher.

“Gojo-sensei! Sorry I’m late!” He apologized as he bowed his head in respect. “Though frankly, I feel like this is kinda bullshit since I cant control when Sukuna speaks.”

Yuuji’s golden eyes lazily traced the nicks in the floorboards trailing up to the teacher’s desk as he rose his head, freezing in his tracks at the sight before him.

“Lock it.” Came Satoru’s sultry voice, smooth and buttery through a hissed whisper.

Gojo had moved the desk from its usual spot, instead having it face the singular classroom door as he sat behind it in a big, plush velvet chair, crimson as blood. Gojo, more interestingly, wasnt wearing a shirt as he sat back against the dark velvet shadow as the edges of the chair were dipped a brilliant scarlet from the honey colored sunset that gilded the metals and oak of the classroom, shimmering against the deep, ebony leather boots that kicked themselves up onto the desk as a riding crop tapped against the soft palm of Gojo’s hand.

“Gojo-sensei..?” Yuuji gulped nervously, a dull laugh echoing softly in the back of his mind as Sukuna surveyed the situation.

Yuuji couldnt help but gawk at the way his teacher’s leather pants held tightly to every curve of his long, agile legs, shimmering softly in the dull sunset and creaking as Gojo stood, trailing the tip of the crop slowly along the tabletop, his boots clicking with every step across the oaken floorboards iced in golden evening light. Gojo’s bare chest was nearly as pale as his hair that, as usual, was a flowing mess like its own section of snowy grass whispering secrets into the wind with every soft breeze that danced by.

“Gojo-sensei, what-“ Yuuji began, but was interrupted by the firm smack of the riding crop against the table, a very clear threat.

“I don’t believe I gave you permission to speak, Yuuji-kun.” Gojo whispered out, the excitement behind his smirk all too palpable. “You are in big trouble after all, letting the curse out like that.”

“I-I didn’t let him out…” Yuuji mumbled, trying to conceal the blush that tainted his cheeks as his cock strained against the confines of his pants, throbbing with every step Gojo took to close the distance between him and his student.

Another firm smack, this time, on the boy’s thigh, causing him to yelp.

“Liar.” Gojo’s breath ghosted over Yuuji’s trembling lips, his face now all too close to his dear student’s. “I really should punish you a little harsher, what with how you’re daring to lie to me now.”

Yuuji shuddered as the crop slowly moved up his body, cliding over flesh and clothing as Gojo traced the outline of his body before stopping at his chest and giving the center a firm tap.

“W-what do you want me to do… sir?” Yuuji asked hesitantly, hoping that it was the correct response.

Gojo merely smiled devilishly, tiliting Yuuji’s chin up with the leather crop gently, leaning over him to where he could practically smell the fear and arousal clouding Yuuji’s mind as his breath ghosted over his face and he spoke only one word,

“Strip.”

Yuuji gulped as Gojo stepped away, all eyes on him as he slowly obeyed the command, starting with his shirt as his fingers twitched around the edges, pulling it up and over his head much to Gojo’s delight. Next came his pants, which he slowly undid, sliding them down obediently and trying not to appear in the hurry that his heart demanded him be in.

His cock strained desperately against the confines of his underwear, and now that he was rid of his pants the strain oddly seeked to be even tighter than before as Yuuji shyly covered his boner with his hands, not even meeting Gojo’s blindfold as he chose instead to look down at the floor, far too embarrassed to look at his teacher in this state.

“What’s wrong Yuuji?” Gojo cooed, the smirk staying put on his face as he leaned back against the desk. “I thought I told you to strip?”

“This… isn’t right…” Yuuji lamented, as much as his cock argued otherwise. “We’ll get in trouble if we’re caught! The principal-“

“Yuuji. The principal knows I do this!” Gojo chuckled, shocking Yuuji to his core. “So long as students are properly punished, the principal doesn’t care how we do it, so long as they dont die by our hands!~ That being said, I can do whatever I want to you anyways. Now, are you going to show me your cute cock, or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?”

“N-no sir!” Yuuji squeaked out, nervously dipping his thumbs into the hem of his boxers before slowly sliding them off his body, allowing his cock to spring upwards, hitting his stomach with a soft thwap.

“There’s a good boy.” Gojo purred, sauntering over to his student to admire the boy’s nude body. “My my, you really have kept in beautiful shape haven’t you?”

Yuuji shuddered as Gojo’s hands caressed his body, the slender fingertips gliding against bare muscle and taught skin as he was carefully examined. A soft gasp came from Yuuji’s throat as those fingertips danced along the length of his hardened cock, seemingly measuring it with every delicate touch.

“As much as I’d love to continue with these gentle touches, you are here to be punished.” Gojo smirked beofre pushing Yuuji down onto the desk roughly, surprising him with his sudden strength. “Now, I’m gonna spank you and you’re gonna count each and every one, okay?”

“Okay…” Yuuji whimpered out, his cock twitching with excitement.

Smack! The riding crop came down hard against his plump buttocks, earning a yelp from him suddenly.

“Okay? Okay what?” Gojo teased with a dark tone. “I think you meant to say something different.”

“Y-yes sir..?” Yuuji whimpered.

“There’s my good boy.” Gojo smirked before bringing down the crop again. “Now count.”

Smack!

“O-one!”

Smack!

“T-two!”

Smack!

“T-three!”

Smack!

“Four!”

Tears were beginning to prick the dryness of Yuuji’s eyes at this point, his voice wavering with every hit.

Smack!

“Five!”

Smack!

“S-six!”

Smack!

“S-seven!”

Smack!

“E-eight!”

Smack!

“N-nine!”

Smack!

“T-ten!”

His ass felt raw and red as he flinched, preparing for the next hit that never came. Instead, a low groan came from behind him as the soft leather traced each mark gently along his ass as Gojo gazed at the reddened flesh with a feverish smile, a bulge in his own pants already starting to form.

“What a good boy for me Yuuji.” Gojo moaned out, leaning over his student’s body to grind his hard-on against the boy’s sensitive ass, earning a surprised gasp from the pink haired brat. “So obedient.”

“S-sensei…” Yuuji whined, his ass still raw from the spankings as his asscheeks were spread apart by skilled fingertips, the clothed length of his much older teacher rubbing against his raw asshole, threatening to slip inside at just a moments notice. “Sensei, we really shouldn’t do this…”

Yuuji knew this was wrong in the very core of his being, he knew his teacher shouldn’t be treating him like this, but at the same time, he didn’t want it to stop.

“If you want it to stop so bad, all you have to do is stop me yourself.” Gojo whispered, his humid breath moistening the shell of Yuuji’s ear as he continued to frot against the boy. “Not that you could though, I am the strongest for a reason.”

“Fuck… Sensei…” Yuuji whined out, leaning into the touches his teacher provided as his cock dribbled precum all over the desk. “Please… I-I’ll be good…”

“Atta boy.” Gojo praised, sinking down to his knees and reveling in the soft shriek his student gave as he gave a soft lick to the pucker before him with his warm tongue.

Yuuji merely spread his legs a bit more, desperate for his teacher’s tongue to dive even deeper into his puckered hole, coating it with saliva as it was stretched. Soft groans echoed from his mouth as he tried to ignore the voice teasing him from within.

“You’re such a fucking slut.” Sukuna’s voice laughed from the back of his mind, audible only to him. “He’s your teacher for fuck’s sake! I didn’t know you were such a degenerate.”

Yuuji’s cock twitched at the truth spilling from Sukuna’s voice, the sensation of his ass being licked all too much as his face grew flushed and he merely groaned louder, tears pricking his eyes as pleasure began to rock through his body.

“And you LIKE being talked to like this, don’t you? You fucking like it so much you’re on the goddamn edge of an orgasm!” Sukuna cackled. “My my, to know that my vessel had such a weakness, it’s almost dissapointing. No wonder you need me, you’re a failure otherwise!”

“Fuck! Sukuna!!!” Yuuji screamed as his hole tightened and he shot white against the desktop, his dick dripping with fresgly spewed spunk as he failed to realize what he had just done.

The tongue prepping his ass stopped completely as Gojo pulled away, towering over his student and radiating an unbridled anger like Yuuji has never seen.

“What did you just say?” Gojo calmly snarled, his blindfold shedded as Yuuji turned to gaze into the sky blue glare of a very angry man. “I don’t think that was my name, now was it Itadori?”

“N-no sir…” Yuuji whimpered, his body still wracked with pleasure as fear began to buildup in his mind, hazing it akin to pleasure as his cock twitched back to life. “Gojo-Sensei. I-I’m really sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

Yuuji couldnt’t get another word out as he was smacked across the face by the crop that had been resting beside him on the table, the impact echoing through the empty classroom as shock rested in his very bones, tears sliding from his eyes down his reddened cheek as he whimpered.

“Clearly, you haven’t been punished enough yet.” Gojo growled, forcing Yuuji’s head down onto the desk as he rummaged around the drawers with another.

Yuuji’s heart pounded in terror as he was frozen in place, his blood running cold with curse use, damn Sukuna. Try as he might, he couldn’t budge an inch out of his teacher’s grasp, but that only served to excite his insatiable libido, much to his chagrin. The next horrific sound to haunt Yuuji’s ears was the soft clicks and churns of the gears of a locking mechanism sliding into place as Yuuji found his wrists cuffed to the desk’s legs with a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs, Gojo’s chuckle right beside him as the weight on his back began to settle, those sly fingertips twirling and toying with his fuzzy pink scalp.

“Do you like them?” Gojo asked. “I got pink, just for you, in case I had to punish you more. Looks like I was right, naughty boy.”

Before Yuuji could speak another word of apology and beg Gojo for forgiveness, his tongue and lips were met with cold, hard plastic as a ball gag was shoved into his mouth, causing a muffled moan to escape. This small action had blood rushing to his cock and as he felt Sukuna’s grasp on his body lessen he couldnt help but wriggle and writhe for attention on his aching length as he attempted to grind his hips against the hard wood of the desk, smearing his previous orgasm’s spunk along the surface as he did so.

“Ah ah ah!” Gojo tutted, gliding something along the plump mound of flesh that was Yuuji’s jiggly ass. “Don’t get yourself off again, I cant have you thinking of anyone else but me during your punishment.”

Before Yuuji could even see what Gojo had been dragging along his ass, he felt the sharp slap of a wooden paddle coming down hard against his buttcheeks, jiggling them and rocking his whole body forward as his teacher sat atop his back, similar to how he was when Yuuji first entered the room, with one leg crossed over the other and a hand holding Yuuji’s head down while he treated him like furniture.

Smack after smack was brought down onto Yuuji’s ass and even as tears pricked at his eyes and muffled screams escaped the gag in his mouth, he found himself unbelievably aroused to the point it was almost painful to hold back from orgasm, and then HE spoke again.

“Wow.” Said the voice in his mind, clearly enjoying the show. “A real masochist huh?”

Shut up Sukuna. He thought to himself, knowing full well the curse could hear him as a deep laugh echoed off the walls of his mind.

“As if! i’m having too much fun teasing you, brat.”

Gojo, completely oblivious, just kept spanking Yuuji, reveling in the pained moans of his student as he briefly considered giving him a break before deciding against it with another firm slap to the ass with the paddle.

“You are such a pathetic whore for your teacher, enjoying it when he treats you like the pathetic trash that you are.” Sukuna continued. “Maybe I should try it sometime, tie you up and let you bounce on my cock for a while, treating you like my own little fleshlight.”

Yuuji loathed the groan that escaped his lips at the thought. Fuck, how he wanted nothing more than exactly that, to be treated like a toy getting passed back and forth between Gojo’s abuse and Sukuna’s degradation. But surely that was impossible, what with Sukuna and him sharing a body, right?

“Not if you collect all of my fingers kid.”

Ah, right, that. Yuuji had nearly completely forgotten his main task with how foggy his brain was getting and how desperately he drooled around the gag in his mouth, his thighs trembling as he tried to hold back from orgasm as his body was jolted by each resounding slap.

“Yuuji-kuuun.” Sukuna called out mockingly, barely registering in his mind as a chuckle soon followed. “Holy shit you’re really enjoying this, huh kid? You’re fucked out within an inch of your life and all he’s done is smack your ass until its raw! What a useless whore. I bet you’re like this in every fight. Won’t that be exciting to witness? Seeing you get all fucked out and horny just from getting the shit kicked out of you? Ha! What a joke.”

As much as Yuuji would love to protest, Gojo happened to hit an especially sensitive spot at just the right time, causing Yuuji to lurch forward with a moaning scream and nudge his thighs together with such a mindblowing orgasm racing its way through his body as he tried so desperately to stop it before he spilled all over the desk again, this time with moderate sucess, though the wood was stained and soaked in precum that had been dribbling out of Yuuji’s aching cock like a waterfall as he felt the weight of Gojo shifting off his back.

“My my, you took that a lot better than Yuuta did when I first gave him the paddle.” Gojo praised softly, carefully rubbing at the reddened ass of his student while also leaning forward to gently kiss away the tears that blubbered out of those honey gold eyes he so adored. “Good boy, you may cum now.”

With a shuddering moan Yuuji finally released all the pent up orgasms, shooting a hefty load all over the desk and coating his stomach in the sticky white fluid as Gojo gently unlocked the handcuffs, allowing Yuuji to roll into a more comfortable position.

“I’ll let you rest for a moment, and then we’ll get to the real fun.” Gojo said softly, not wanting to take Yuuji too out of the moment as his orgasm continued to rock through his shaking body, sobs echoing from behind the gag as his chest heaved with exhaustion.

As Gojo began to step away from the table where his student lay twitching, he was surprised to feel a slight tug on his pinky finger. As he turned, he smiled as he saw pleading eyes begging him not to leave him like this. That golden honey melted his heart as he conceeded, turning back to his overly sensitive boy and lifting him into his arms before gently placing the gagged Yuuji into his lap where he could clearly feel the hard on beneath the leather.

“Alright,” Gojo chuckled, watching proudly as Yuuji made no move to remove the gag on his face, instead only nuzzling himself against the crook of Gojo’s neck whilst his hips began to gyrate, desperately seeking friction. “Let’s have some fun.”

Delicate fingers swiped across Yuuji’s cum soaked belly, the globs glistening in the new moonlight now that the sun had set. Excitedly, Gojo rustled around in his pants, pulling his hardened cock out with a satisfied grunt before slicking it lewdly with Yuuji’s spunk until a slimy coating was formed. Yuuji’s hole gaped eagerly as it was still a little wet from the earlier stretching that Gojo did, but still probably not enough for what was about to happen.

The head of Gojo’s cock gently kissed the puckered entrance before the hands holding Yuuji by his hips began to force him down, popping the member inside with a wet slap as Yuuji screamed behind the gag and the sudden, rapid intrusion. Tears pricked his eyes once again as Gojo didn’t wait a single second before he began bouncing his young student up and down on his cock, dragging in and out of him with the only lube between them being Yuuji’s own spend.

The rough drag sent waves of pain and pleasure rushing through Yuuji’s body as he bounced, each slap of Gojo’s heavy balls against his already raw ass sent waves of euphoria through his system. Moans became muffled yet constant through the ball gag that he drooled around as he looked down at his teacher’s wild eyes, pupils blown into dinner plates with arousal as he forced Yuuji’s body up and down so quickly and with such force that Yuuji couldn’t stop him if he tried.

Instead, Yuuji chose to allow his body to be used by Gojo, like he was nothing more than a dirty little fleshlight and boy did it feel amazing. Yuuji felt so full and hazy that he barely even thought about how much Sukuna was likely enjoying this, seeing as he had fully submitted himself to his “punishment” by his teacher. The voice in his mind that urged that this was wrong had been long forgotten as Yuuji just kep desiring more, harder, faster, more, more, more!

“Fuck you’re such a tight little slut!” Gojo hissed out, his tongue slipping out and wetting his glossy lips as tears streamed down his student’s face and drool dribbled from behind the gag. “Such a dirty little fuckhole for me, what a good, good boy. Ah fuck yes, you dirty whore.”

Yuuji keened at the insults, his asshole fluttering around the pistoning cock that rearranged his guts as Gojo slapped his hand along the boy’s thigh. With each rough thrust, Yuuji little, useless cock bounced against his body, the sloppy wet smacks echoing through the classroom as he thought about how much his teacher was enjoying his form, how he truly was nothing more than a wet hole to tighten around an older man’s cock. He felt he had no purpose in life other than this, to belomg soley to Gojo, a silent pet constantly being pumped full of cum.

“Bet this is your first time, huh?” Gojo sneered. “Did I ruin you baby? Ruin your hole for anyone else to use? Too bad your first time had to be so rough, but you’re loving this aren’t you? Loving how I’m the only one who will ever make you feel this way, who will ever make you feel that you’re worth anything? Atta boy, you’re my good little whore. Taking me so much better than the others students I’ve punished already, like you were made for my cock.”

Rough slaps filled the air as Gojo pounded into his student’s body, new reddened marks beginning to bruise the kid’s thighs as Gojo slapped them, and Yuuji eagerly bounced faster and faster with the rhythm, completely lost to the motions.

“You like it Yuuji-Kun? You like my thick cock railing into you? Just like the filthy whore you are?” Gojo hummed, watching his student nod in response. “Atta boy, suck my cock into you like you were made for it, you desperate slut. Nothing will ever satisfy you more than my cock, and I can always deny it to you, you understand? I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, and only when I choose to will you ever feel this good.”

Yuuji’s mind was nothing but fog at this point as he weakly tried to thrust his hips in tune to Gojo’s, his head bobbing up and down as black dots began to line his vision, orgasm quickly approaching. Pretty soon, everything went white as he wasnt able to hold back his orgasm, spurts of cum shooting out across his teacher’s face as exhaustion claimed him, and he moaned long and low through the gag, his jaw going slack around it as he slumped forward, still feeling the dull, overstimulated sensation of his teacher’s cock pounding into him at full force before a warmth began to fill his belly, and then everything went dark.

Gojo could feel his student’s body go limp in his arms, right as he came inside the boy with a deep groan, holding onto him for dear life as orgasm raced through Gojo’s body as well. For a while, he just sat there, huffing as his cock went limp inside of Yuuji who still lay unconscious atop him. He almost felt bad for driving his student this far, almost. Just as he was about to remove Yuuji from himself and carry him to a more comfortable place to sleep, he felt the kid’s muscle’s twitch.

“Yuuji?” Gojo said softly, not wanting to startle the boy. “How are you? You did very well for me.”

The voice he was met with, however, was not Yuuji’s, and neither were the black tattoos that now adorned his student’s body.

“Brat’s still out cold.” He spoke gruffly, leaning back so all four crimson eyes glowered down at the sorcerer. “But now, it’s my turn.”