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The only thing Yuuji’s thinking about when she gets on the train is Man, I wanna sleep. Their mission today had been a particularly tough one, two grade one curses that had been intelligent enough to work together and really put up a fight. Nothing Yuuji and Gojo-sensei hadn’t been able to handle, though, solved with a few black flashes and a congratulations from sensei afterwards and the promise of a reward when they returned.
Yuuji’s excited, to put it simply. She may be exhausted, but she’s always grateful whenever sensei rewards her for the effort she puts into their missions. He always says she deserves it. He’d taken a different train tonight, promising he’ll see her when she gets off, that he wanted to do something quick before he got on his train.
It’s crowded, despite the time being late at night. She manages to squeeze in between two older men, smiling politely at them and hoping she doesn’t smell too much of blood. It’s hard to explain what she does to someone who doesn’t even have the ability to see curses.
The train sets off not too long after she boards, body tucked into herself and pressed against the other passengers. She’s thinking of what she should have for dinner, possibly with Fushiguro and Kugisaki, when one of the passengers bumps her. She dips her head in apology and understanding, the train carriage too quiet to disturb. She gets bumped again, pressed into the body behind her. Large hands hold her in place. She appreciates it; the train seems to be a bit bumpy today, the passengers swaying with its movement.
The hands on her waist move lower to her hips which, okay, is a bit weird, but she’s not complaining. She doesn’t mind a stranger holding her in place if it stops her from bumping into the other passengers. The hands move even lower though, tracing the hem of her skirt which is already short enough as is, and she hadn’t worn any protective shorts underneath because they’d all been in the wash and—
Oh.
They’re on her ass now. She’s being groped under her skirt. They’re unapologetic about it, too, cupping big handfuls of it and doing whatever they like, like they aren’t surrounded by other people. She hates that she doesn’t know who it is; what she hates even more is the fact that she’s getting wet from it, the fabric of her underwear sticking to her cunt.
It’s like her assaulter knows what she’s thinking, one of their hands dipping between her legs to pull her underwear to the side and rubbing her pussy with their fingers. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, clutching the hem of her skirt when they push a finger in easily. Cute, she hears them whisper behind her. She looks around to see if anyone’s watching, teary-eyed, but everyone is too preoccupied with themselves to notice her. This is the worst.
Her boyfriend will be so disappointed in her, letting herself get groped because she hadn’t done her laundry earlier and was paying for it now. She hopes he isn’t too mad at her, if she tells him. She can already imagine the look on his face in her mind, eyes sad and pouting at her.
Her assaulter doesn’t seem to care, pressing closer to her and pushing their fingers deeper, reaching places she didn’t even know could be touched. She’s never touched herself like this, too ashamed and feeling horribly inexperienced whenever she does. It’s like she’s being deflowered in the worst way possible, and by a complete stranger at that. It’s awful. She hates it. She wants more.
I’ll take care of you. Gojo-sensei’s promise whispers in the back of her mind, a promise they’d made long ago when Yuuji had confessed she’d never done anything before. He’d rubbed the top of her head affectionately, something she’s reminded of now.
Gojo-sensei… She gasps when something else pushes against her, warm and a lot bigger than the fingers that had previously been inside her. No, it can’t seriously be—
She hides her gasp behind her hand at the realisation that yes, it is their cock currently stretching her open, further than she’s ever been stretched open. She wants to cry out from the burn, so very unprepared but finding herself leaning into it, rocking her hips back minutely. She bites her lip to quiet her noises, fists clenching the hem of her skirt so much that she’s sure it’ll be rumpled for so long after this. It’s horrible. It’s wonderful. She hates it. She wants more. More, more, more.
Face burning, eyes hot, she reaches a hand down and rubs herself ever so slightly through the material of her underwear, the cute baby blue Miffy underwear Gojo-sensei had bought for her as a joke, but had quickly become one of her favourites. Her assaulter doesn’t last much longer, shoving themselves all the way in with a quiet grunt and emptying their cum deep inside her, only pulling out when their cock stops pulsing, and pulling her underwear back to cover her cunt. They pat her pussy a few times, throbbing with the abuse it had just taken, along with the lack of release. Her legs shake with the effort of holding herself up. Her assaulter gets off at the next stop and she takes the chance to double check no one was watching. Only a boy, probably about her age with hair covering half his face, stares at her but looks away as soon as they make eye contact.
She swallows and tries to hold back her tears. She still has to meet Gojo-sensei after this. She gets off five minutes later at the next stop, looking around for her sensei. He’s already bounding toward her like nothing had happened, picking her up and spinning her around.
He leans down and kisses her, double checking his cum is still inside and grinning. “How was that baby, was that good?”
Yuuji pouts at him as they link hands and start walking towards a steakhouse restaurant Gojo had ordered from before they got on the train. “I told you not to cum in me.”
Gojo pouts back, kissing her forehead in apology. “Sorry, couldn’t help it. You just looked so cute!”
Yuuji pouts even harder and tries to ignore how his cum feels dribbling out and probably staining her underwear. “Senseiii, my underwear is probably ruined now.”
“I’ll buy you more,” he says, patting her ass and groping it once more unapologetically before leaning down and whispering, “Keep it in ‘til we get home and I’ll fuck you again, mkay?”
She nods in excitement. “Okay!”