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Assistant: Title: Night Watch
        Author: smolbbybun smolbbybun 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Megumi was his. He owned him. Bought him in money and blood and therefore Megumi was his and only his. OR, Gojo has been watching and groping a sleeping Gumi in his room for a while now and deicides that tonight is the night he takes things to the next level!
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              Megumi was his. He owned him. Bought him in money and blood and therefore Megumi was his and only his. OR, Gojo has been watching and groping a sleeping Gumi in his room for a while now and deicides that tonight is the night he takes things to the next level!
            
        

        
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      For purplehaunter.



    

    
      Dear god this one is filthy 😵‍💫Hello, dead dove JJK fans! I am here to offer you a little bit of GoFushi 🥺💕 The sm@t demons possess me for this. Please enjoy!
    

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  Gojo quietly opened the door to Megumi's room. The sound of the shower running came from the bathroom as Gojo settled into a dark corner. After a moment the shower turned off. Hot steam rolled out of the bathroom as Megumi walked out.

  Freshly showered and smelling faintly of pears, Gojo watched Megumi sit down onto his bed with a sigh. There was only a small lamp on, leaking warm light into the room and Gojo drank in every flash of soft pale skin as Megumi lotioned himself and then changed into his pajamas. A short sleeved shirt and some loose fitting shorts – no panties, as per usual.

  After about an hour of laying in his bed and scrolling on his phone, Megumi reached over and turned off the lamp. Gojo listened to the shuffling of Megumi getting under his sheets, then he plugged in his phone, and then he settled.

  Like clockwork, Gojo counted down the seconds until he heard Megumi move again. This time it's just a slight movement. The soft sounds of his precious student’s hand slipping under those shorts and a small gasp. Megumi moans softly and Gojo feels his c@ck twitch from hearing how wet the boy is already.

  The sheets rustle some more as Megumi spreads his legs. Presses those little feet into the bed and raises up his hips to hump against his fingers harder. Gojo can imagine the sweet little blush spreading on Megumi's face, can imagine those pretty green eyes fluttering with each pleasurable rub against his cl@t, and those cute pink lips getting bitten to muffle his moans.

  “Mmh, f@ck,” Megumi moans quietly, inserting two fingers into his little c@nt.

  Wet squelches start to ring throughout the room. Gojo finally lets his hand hover above his hard c@ck. He was already hard, he couldn't wait to actually touch himself, or rub against Megumi's c@nt, but it wasn’t yet time. He had to wait for Megumi to fall asleep. So instead he let his Infinity apply pressure to his d@ck so as not to make noise.

  Megumi f@cks himself softly but fast. Always makes the cutest noises when he rides his fingers. Gojo loves hearing Megumi's breath hitch with each little thrust. He knows that his fingers must be getting squeezed so hard. Megumi's tight little c@nt could barely take his tongue so those little fingers must be getting sucked in deep.

  They 
  
    sound
  
   like they're going deep from the way Megumi's palm smacks against his wet cl@t. Gojo wants to rip those fingers out of him and force them into his mouth instead. Lick up all that slick juice from those fingers while the thrusts into Megumi's pretty c@nt. Looks deep into his eyes while making his student c@m because that's how it 
  
    should
  
   be.

  Megumi was 
  
    his
  
  . He 
  
    owned
  
   him. Bought him in money and blood and therefore Megumi was 
  
    his
  
   and only his.

  “Please,” Megumi whined, face turning into his pillow.

  Gojo presses harder into the Infinity wrapped around his d@ck as he imagined Megumi saying that for him. Begging for his teacher to come and take care of him. Megumi's fingers speed up and there's a moment before he c@ms where Gojo just drinks in everything. He takes in the way the sheets are trembling with his body, the wet slickness of Megumi’s c@nt making pretty sounds, the soft puff of breaths the boy makes into his sheets, and he imagines just how flushed his pale skin has gotten. Megumi must look like a 
  
    dream
  
  .

  And then comes the moment. The one that makes Gojo wait with baited breath every single g@dd@mn time.

  The moment of whose name gets the honor of leaving Megumi’s lips.

  Every time Gojo waits, strains to listen, to see if tonight would be the night that Megumi says the 
  
    correct
  
   name. The 
  
    only
  
   name Megumi should be begging for. 
  
    His
  
   name.

  “Mmh,” Megumi moans, muffled from his teeth sinking into that pink bottom lip. Another shaky little gasp as he opens his mouth, back arching off the bed, “
  
    Yuuji
  
  ,”

  Gojo clicks his tongue quietly. His hand pulling away from his still hard and aching c@ck. F@ck@ng brat.

  It wasn’t uncommon to hear Itadori’s name come from Megumi. It was almost as common as hearing the boy moan for his 
  
    Daddy
  
   – something that Gojo prefers hearing over his other student because then at least he could pretend Megumi was thinking of him. The illusion was broken sometimes when Megumi got lost in himself and instead said Dad or Toji but Gojo had gotten pretty good at filtering that out. Blocked it with the image of himself being Megumi’s father. If only he had blue eyes … Perhaps he should give the boy some contacts to try on.

  That idea is filed away for later as Megumi slumps on the bed, coming down from his @rg@sm. He pants for a moment, trying to catch his breath after a lovely @rg@sm. Megumi shifts once more, grabbing at his tissue box and wiping his fingers clean before snuggling down into bed. Gojo waits – lets the minutes roll by until Megumi is peacefully sleeping, still unaware of the man lurking in his room.

  Gojo rises from the dark corner and makes his way towards Megumi’s bed. Descends slowly onto the bed and simply hovers above the sleeping boy. He was right, there was a pretty little flush to Megumi’s cheeks. And his lip was still slightly swollen from being bit at. Those pretty, long black lashes rested against his cheeks and his hair was spread out all over the pillow.

  He pulled back the covers gently, exposing Megumi’s body to the open air. The boy groaned slightly but didn’t move. The first thing that Gojo does is inhale deeply, wants to get drunk on the scent of Megumi’s pear body wash and his c@m still sitting between his thighs. 
  
    God, it’s so good
  
  . He moves his face in closer, towards Megumi’s neck and inhales more. Pokes his tongue out to lick along Megumi’s jaw, tastes his skin, bites into it softly so it doesn’t leave a mark.

  Megumi shifts away from his touch. Always the sensitive little one.

  Gojo’s hands grab at his tiny waist, fingers lacing over each other with ease, and move Megumi’s little legs so that they rest over his thighs. Spread open for his teacher to take, Gojo ran his hands under Megumi’s shirt. He grins against Megumi’s cheek when he feels the boy’s stomach flinch under his touch.

  “Come on now, baby, don’t be shy,” he whispered.

  Pressed more light kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Kisses up and down the whole area to leave a ghost of his mark all over him. Gojo wishes he could leave marks on his pretty baby. Wishes that Megumi would wake up in the morning and see deep purple bruises littering his skin, but then his fun would be over.

  So instead he moves his lips to Megumi’s. Licks into the little part between them and gropes at Megumi’s chest. The boy had such sensitive nipples. He’s trained them to get hard at the slightest of touches. Had spent weeks sucking on them until they were puffy and sore and now they always get stiff at the first drag of Gojo’s thumbs over them. Megumi whimpers against his lips and Gojo can’t help the way his hips press forward to grind against that hot little p@ssy.

  He teases those cute nipples, smothers any little noise that falls from his lips, and sighs in relief at finally rubbing his c@ck against 
  
    his 
  
  Megumi’s c@nt.

  “F@ck@ng wh@r@. Got wet for a 
  
    boy
  
  ,” Gojo growled. Back down to Megumi’s waist his hands went, pressing him against his c@ck harder. “I’m all you need baby. I’m all you 
  
    have
  
  ,”

  A wet spot was forming on Megumi’s shorts. His c@nt still too soaked from his play time and staining Gojo’s own pants. It wasn’t enough. The anger Gojo felt at Megumi for getting off to anyone who wasn’t him was eating him alive. He needed to be closer to Megumi. Need to be the only thing Megumi thought about, he should smell like him, call on him for help, rely on him, only 
  
    him
  
  . Really, the amount of times Gojo thought about chaining his sweet baby down in his basement were becoming much too frequent.

  Gojo pulls back from their kiss, which had devolved mostly into Gojo panting and licking at Megumi’s lips, and quickly shoves a hand into his pants to pull out his c@ck. Fists his d@ck and squeezes just so he won’t c@m too fast. His other hand slips out of Megumi’s shirt and pulls those little shorts to the side. Gojo slides his c@ck right against that hot little c@nt and lets out a shaky moan.

  Megumi was so f@ck@ng 
  
    wet
  
  . His slick little p@ssy immediately coated Gojo’s c@ck as he started grinding between soft folds. Gojo thought he would lose his f@ck@ng mind just from this. He lets Megumi’s shorts fall back over their grinding, encasing them in extra heat that just adds to the moment. Both of his hands go to grip Megumi’s thighs and presses against that soaked c@nt harder – rolls his hips up into wet heat so the head of his c@ck brushes against Megumi’s sensitive little cl@t with each thrust.

  “F@ck baby,” Gojo groans, “You’re 
  
    mine
  
  . My perfect little toy,”

  His thrusts speed up, chasing after that sweet release. Megumi is getting wetter and sloppier against his c@ck, his own prec@m mixing in with the boy’s slick. He can feel that little hole fluttering against his shaft, hungry for more, and something 
  
    snaps
  
   in Gojo.

  For too long Gojo’s been doing this. At least four times a week he came into Megumi’s room and watched him. Listened to his baby touch himself for other men and c@m with their names on his lips. Every time he would crawl into Megumi’s bed and feel him up, touch him and play with his body in different ways. Sometimes it was fingering, or eating him out, other times it was kissing and groping his little t@ts. But he hadn’t dared to f@ck him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out, he’d c@m the second he got in that pretty pink hole, and the clean up wasn’t worth the risk.

  There’s a 
  
    lot
  
   Gojo can get away with – this was a little more iffy.

  But all he could think about was the way Megumi had cried out for Itadori, for his father, for f@ck@ng 
  
    Sukuna
  
   that one time, and it irritated him to no end. Why was he holding himself back when it was so obvious that Megumi was a little wh@r@? He needed to teach him his place. Needed to make sure Megumi understood who 
  
    owned
  
   his c@nt.

  Gojo stops his grinding. His fingers tighten around Megumi’s thighs so hard he makes the boy squirm and whine. He’s sure that he looks like a wild beast at the moment with how hard he’s breathing and just looming over the small boy. It’s when Gojo feels the pulsing of Megumi’s cl@t against his d@ck that he moves once again. Grabs himself by the base and guides his c@ck into the one place he’s craved to be for years.

  He sinks into Megumi’s c@nt so f@ck@ng easily. The way Megumi’s p@ssy grips him and pulls him in has Gojo shivering and he’s so f@ck@ng cooked. It’s only the head of his c@ck but he starts c@mm@ng. Tries to squeeze his c@ck to stop himself but it’s no use. Megumi’s p@ssy feels too g@dd@mn good. The type of p@ssy that a man would kill for and 
  
    holy sh@t
  
   will Gojo rip apart anyone who ever dares to even look at Megumi after this.

  C@m gushes out of Gojo’s c@ck into that sweet little hole and slowly Gojo’s brain stops being just static. He laughs – it’s probably maniacal sounding but Gojo doesn’t care.

  He slams the rest of his c@ck into Megumi’s tight c@nt making the poor dark haired boy wake with a start. There’s a scream on the tip of his tongue but Gojo is already swooping in to cover up his lips with his own. Shoves his tongue down Megumi’s throat and brings a hand up to hold his jaw hard. Cute little kicks start to hit Gojo’s hips and legs, fists push at his chest but it doesn’t stop him. Gojo shifts, still holding onto one of Megumi’s legs as he pinned the other under his legs and then does the same with the other. Locks his ankles around Megumi’s so he can’t move any part of them.

  Megumi bites at Gojo’s tongue hard and finally the white haired sorcerer pulls back, “Hi baby,” Gojo coos. He grabs Megumi’s arms that are still violently flailing around. Pins those to the bed too and f@cks his hips down into the boy’s sloppy c@nt harder.

  “What the f@ck, Gojo!?” Megumi pants out, “Get off of me! 
  
    Stop!
  
  ”

  Already there are pretty little tears forming in those green eyes and rolling down his cheeks, “Shut up,” Gojo growls. He can’t help the way his tongue darts out to lick up those tears, “You belong to 
  
    me
  
  , Megumi. Do you understand me?”

  Megumi flinches under Gojo’s touches, “The hell–”

  His sentence gets cut off by a broken moan as Gojo slams hard into Megumi’s cervix. Gojo bites at Megumi’s jaw harshly, sucks a bruise onto that pale canvas and f@cks right into Megumi’s sensitive little p@ssy over and over. The poor thing is clamping down on Gojo’s c@ck so hard, shaking in what has to be an oncoming @rg@sm.

  “See? You’re about to c@m for me,” Gojo whispers into Megumi’s ear, licking and biting at it.

  Again Megumi squirms away from the touches, fighting against Gojo’s hold on his hands. “S-Stop! 
  
    Please
  
   … wait! Gojo, 
  
    stop it! 
  
  I’m–”

  They both feel it, the way Megumi’s c@nt spasms around Gojo. Megumi’s eyes close tight as tears pour down his cheeks as Gojo f@cks him through his @rg@sm. F@cks Megumi right into another one and he gasps hard as he starts to f@ck@ng 
  
    squirt
  
  .

  “F@ck,” Gojo moans. A rush of heated arousal coils in the pit of his stomach, “That’s it baby. Just keep squirting on my c@ck,”

  Megumi sobs as he gets pushed into oversensitivity. His whole body going slack under Gojo’s weight. “G-Gojo, 
  
    stop!
  
   Please, please, 
  
    I can’t
  
   …” he whines.

  Gojo lets go of one of Megumi’s arms, switches to holding both of the boys wrists in one hand, and slides his free hand down to Megumi’s cl@t. The reaction is immediate. Megumi nearly screams at the touch, his back arches off the bed as Gojo rubs the throbbing little thing.

  “Look at me Megumi,” Gojo growls out. Spanks his fingers down on that sore cl@t until Megumi complies, “This p@ssy is mine. I’m the only one that gets to f@ck you. The only one that gets to touch you. No one else. If I catch you f@ck@ng someone else I’ll f@ck@ng kill them. It’s just 
  
    me
  
  . 
  
    Only f@ck@ng me
  
  ,”

  Megumi nods his head, too overwhelmed to fight against Gojo. Too scared by the crazed look in his eyes while he spoke each word. Gojo captured his lips once more. Kissed Megumi deep and hard. Forced open Megumi’s pretty lips to rub their tongues together and taste that fresh minty toothpaste that still lingered.

  “Please stop now … I’m sorry … please,” Megumi whimpered softly in between their kisses.

  The cute little whines and apologies only served to turn Gojo on more. “Don’t f@ck@ng lie, wh@r@. I know you love this. You’ve been c@mm@ng your little brains out the whole time sweetheart. Do you hear how f@ck@ng wet you are? Sounded like this before I even came inside you,”

  Gojo makes a show of f@ck@ng deep into Megumi’s tight c@nt. Let’s the boy hear how his p@ssy got churned up with each thrust and mixed into a creamy lather on Gojo’s c@ck.

  “I-I’m not …,” Megumi sniffles, trying to deny it.

  A swift slap lands along Megumi’s cheek. Smearing his own slick and Gojo’s c@m over his reddening skin. “Say it. Say that you’re 
  
    mine
  
  ,”

  “I … I’m yours,”

  “Say, ‘I’m property of Gojo Satoru’,”

  “I’m p-property of Gojo Satoru,”

  Gojo moaned and wrapped his hand around Megumi’s throat, “Good boy, Megumi. The next time you c@m you’re going to moan my f@ck@ng name. Gonna cry out for you teacher 
  
    Satoru
  
  ,”

  Another tiny nod. Gojo squeezes his hand around that pretty, now bitten up neck. The grip is so tight that it’ll leave a mark, leave a bruise – no, a brand – on Megumi’s soft skin. Come morning everyone will see and know that Megumi is owned.

  The image of a pretty little collar on Megumi with ‘Property of Gojo Satoru’ engraved on it had the man f@ck@ng violently into Megumi. No matter how hard or rough Gojo f@ck@d into that sloppy c@nt, Megumi always managed to stay nice and tight. Clung to Gojo’s c@ck like it was his only purpose. Just soft, wet, hot insides massaging a d@ck too big for Megumi’s little hole.

  Gojo was nearing the end of his sanity. He’d been holding back on c@mm@ng this whole time. Trying to savor the feeling of everything. All the sounds and feelings and touches being catalogued in his brain for later. So he can relive this moment over and over again. Remember every single little detail about how Megumi flitched or squirmed or cried out when he came so he could hold it over Megumi’s head for the rest of eternity. Megumi would never be able to escape from this moment, 
  
    ever
  
  .

  “Gonna c@m,” Gojo groaned, “Right in your perfect f@ck@ng p@ssy. Gonna cream this tight hole and you’re gonna c@m with me, yeah?”

  “Y-Yes,” Megumi chokes out.

  Gojo gives him a sweet little kiss on the cheek, “Good boy. You’re gonna call out my name while I c@m in you. Because you love this. Gonna look into my eyes and moan my f@ck@ng name,”

  Blue and green eyes lock together, lips just barely brushing as their bodies rock together. Gojo watches every little second leading up to Megumi’s release. The sweet little gasps that spill out on each thrust as he tries to breathe, the red flush on his cheeks growing deeper the longer he can’t breathe, and the teary green eyes filled with fear and pleasure. Another violent thrust that forces Gojo’s c@ck head to press into Megumi’s cervix has the boy trembling. Eyes roll back and a high pitched whine falls from his lips.

  “
  
    S-Sa … Satoru!
  
  ” Megumi brokenly moans.

  The absurd rush of power and satisfaction and arousal that goes through Gojo is quite literally 
  
    insane
  
  . It gives him the same f@ck@ng high that he got right before he killed Toji. He c@ms harder than he’s ever c@m in his whole life. Nearly blacks out with the strength of it but not before he lets go of Megumi’s throat and his arms. Megumi’s too weak to fight back anyways.

  Gojo untangles their legs to grip under Megumi’s knees and folds the boy in half. He crowds into Megumi’s space so they’re breathing the same breaths and deliriously kisses at Megumi’s lips.

  “Mine. F@ck@ng mine, always. I’m 
  
    never
  
   letting you escape.” He mutters against Megumi’s lips.

  The young sorcerer barely hears it before he passes out. F@ck@d unconscious.

  Finally, Gojo buries himself to the hilt in Megumi’s p@ssy. Just stays there trying to catch his breath. His pants and Megumi’s shorts are a f@ck@ng mess, there’s a huge wet spot on the sheets, and their skin is sticky with sweat. Gojo’s tongue licks up the sweat on Megumi’s neck, leaving more kisses and bites and hickeys like he’s possessed.

  With his b@lls finally drained, he slowly pulls out of Megumi’s c@nt. It sucks him back in a few times and Gojo shivers as he f@cks back into the mess a few times before his c@ck finally slides out with a little pop. He waits a second, mind still reeling, and then grabs Megumi’s shorts and pulls them fully off. Lowers his face between Megumi’s thighs and swipes his tongue through sticky folds.

  Their combined taste is divine on his tongue – has Gojo moaning into Megumi’s c@nt as he cleans up his student. Megumi doesn’t even move, too f@ck@d stupid and knocked the hell out. Without the ability to protect himself from Gojo’s advances, Gojo slurps down slick and c@m and squirt. Nearly suffocates himself between Megumi’s legs because he’s too p@ssy drunk.

  After a few more almost suffocations, Gojo rises from Megumi’s c@nt. His c@ck is slowly softening but it’s covered in cum and Megumi’s p@ssy juices. Gojo looks at Megumi’s sleeping face and thinks for half a second before scooting up the bed and opening the sweet things mouth. He lowers his d@ck into Megumi’s mouth and moans. It’s nice and wet, his little tongue rubs against the underside of his c@ck and has him twitching. But as much as Gojo wished he could just f@ck Megumi all night, he actually needed to stop for now.

  So he uses Megumi’s little mouth to clean off his d@ck. Pulls out and smears spit over Megumi’s lips like lip gloss and finally tucks himself back into his stained pants. Gojo runs his palm over Megumi’s cute cheeks and through messy black hair. His student was so cute. And he was all his.'
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