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Yuuji wakes up with a harsh bump right on the back of his head. Yuuji rises from his position with a swift motion, head still spinning from the sudden awakening; too startled, he nearly throws himself from his desk. He is taken aback by the sight of his physics teacher, Gojo-sensei, standing before him with a book he used to wake Yuuji up seconds ago. A gloomy smile adorned his fair, pale skin; black glasses hid his staring eyes. Gojo-sensei flicked Yuuji’s head with his book again, but this time a little less harshly.

“Yuuji-kun, does my class bore you that much? This is the third time you sleep in my class. I’m hurt, Yuuji,” Gojo-sensei pouts.

Yuuji processes the words thrown at him, which is pretty hard to do. He just woke up from a really unfulfilling sleep. It's been months since he had a fulfilling sleep at all.

“What? No, no Sensei, that’s not true. I’m so sorry, I’m just a little tired, y’know, Sensei; your class is after gym so…”

Gojo waits for Yuuji; his eyes narrow from behind the glasses.

Yuuji flinches as the scrutinizing look bores holes in him. He sweats, “I swear I won’t repeat my behaviour, Sensei. Please forgive me just this once.”

Gojo sighed, “Fine. Then, where’s your assignment, Yuuji? You haven’t collected it.”

Yuuji freezes for a split second, “Ah, aha-haha… which assignment again?”

Yuuji gives the teacher his awkward smile, his corner slightly crooked.

“…I’ll meet you in the office after class, Yuuji-kun.”

Yes, Yuuji knows he’s fucked and that at that point he can only accept his fate. “Yes, Sir.”

Gojo pinches Yuuji’s nose hard as he walks away from his desk to continue his explanation about some isotopes or something; honestly, Yuuji couldn’t care less about physics when he’s at the edge of his life right at this very moment.

That's right. Yuuji is currently dying.

And nothing about that fact can be explained by simple science.

He looks at his seatmate beside him, Kugisaki, with an unbelieving ‘why didn’t you wake me up’ look. Kugisaki rolls her eyes and continues to do something to her nails, not even listening for a bit to the lectures. Yuuji turns his eyes to Fushiguro’s back in the seat in front of him. The boy slumps his body, noting something Gojo-sensei said in his book. Yuuji then eyes Suzuki, who’s playing on his phone, and Fujimoto, who’s talking to Kousei. He also notices Hasaba yawns as she scribbles something— which Yuuji is sure is not correlated with physics at all— in her book. Half of the class isn’t even listening to Gojo-sensei— and sure, it makes Yuuji feel bad for him if only Yuuji’s in his most perfect spirit.

Yuuji tries; he swears to every god up there that he tries so hard to focus on the class, if only his body doesn’t react the opposite of what he wants. It’s been months; Yuuji feels an endless, indescribable hunger gnawing on his body.

No amount of food could end the emptiness that continues to torment his very being. He feels as if he's gonna die in any second. His body can only yield to the pain— he feels restless all day, all night, unable to do anything right. He stumbles on his feet all the time; he forgets his duties and promises; words only slip by his ear; he forgets time and place; he’s dazed, his head is dull in every hour, he can’t think and do anything properly. His friends all worry about him, but Yuuji can only pretend that everything is ultra-fine— since his source of problem is not one he can just disclose to anybody.

The truth is, Yuuji has the blood of a demon running through his veins— though only half.

He is an incubus—

though only half.

On his deathbed, his Gramps told him about his mysterious, long-gone mother and the fact that she was a succubus. She fell in love with Yuuji’s father, thereby conceiving Yuuji, but demons—they’re all naturally selfish and arrogant. They live for themselves and only think about themselves– they don't care if they hurt others as long as their need is satisfied. She left baby Yuuji to his Gramps to disappear to gods-know-where demons usually hang out.

That’s the reason why, even though Yuuji is an incubus, he fairly doesn’t know a thing about being one. No demon parents to teach him shits about his biology, his needs, anything at all. His gramps tried, but it’s not like he knew what to do either. All Yuuji knows (from the internet) is that incubuses need vaginal ejaculation fluid to survive— as in, that he needs to have sex with women to live (according to the internet).

What a batshit crazy life he was born with.

“Yuuji, you were born with a demon’s blood—It might make your heart burn with desires. It also makes you stronger, more special than other people. But, Yuuji, you were also born with a human’s blood— it came from your father, and his soul was one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Use your strength not to hurt, but to be kind. Never forget that.”

On his 15th birthday, Yuuji woke up to a surreal appearance of tiny horns on his head and a long black tail emerging from his ass. It was a really surprising “shit that confirms it” moment for him. It took a few weeks for him to finally succeed in hiding his horns and tail– and now he can hide those whenever he likes for the better. But the thing he was really super irritated the most he began to feel an indescribable hunger. Not the hunger he always felt when he was craving food, midnight snacks, or anything of the sort. It was a hunger so primal, so painfully natural to his demon half. Yuuji thirsted for sex. But precisely four months after that need arose, he had not gotten any sex with anyone—and that had become a real, big problem for Yuuji.

“Itadori, do you want us to wait for you?” Megumi asks him.

“Nah, it’s fine, Fushiguro. I think it will be long this time. You two can go home first.”

“Well, good luck, idiot. If Sensei punishes you for real, just plead with him, give him your most adorable puppy eyes, and beg. I’m sure that white-haired freak will soften. It’s you, after all, his favorite student~,” Nobara bumps Yuuji’s shoulder as she teases snarkily.

“Kugisaki, please don’t say that about Gojo-sensei… That’s rude. And I’m NOT his favorite student.”

Nobara rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, sure, we believe that.”

Yuuji is really lucky to have Gojo-sensei as his homeroom teacher. The teacher has been nothing but a blessing to have–which Nobara and Megumi argued was “debatable”. I mean, for one, it's not just every time you get a really super charming, super cool, super handsome teacher in your school. God damn it! That man might as well show up in the magazines. He could be a supermodel if he one day randomly decides he wants to be one. Yuuji is infinitely sure every modeling agency out there had cried a bucket for not having the man in their pockets. Hair as white as the snow, as soft as silken cords? His body, so slender yet so built? His ridiculously tall height? And his eyes? His heavenly blue eyes?

What the fricking fuck is this stupidly very high-quality-looking human doing in a random high school of Tokyo outskirt, Yuuji thought.

But that isn’t the only part that makes Yuuji so very lucky to have him. Yuuji can see that Gojo-sensei cares for his students a lot. He can be very harsh when it matters, but he's always pleasant every other day. Sure, he can be very irritatingly childish sometimes, but Yuuji sees that as his effort to blend in and understands his students– though “debatable,” Nobara and Megumi argued. Gojo-sensei has been nothing but delightful towards Yuuji.

“Then, see you tomorrow, Itadori,” Megumi raises his hand in a goodbye, and he walks away, followed by Nobara.

“Be careful, guys.”

Yuuji walks alone through the hall with barely any energy left. Warm afternoon sun spills everywhere through the glass window, shrouding him like an uncomfortable warm blanket in the middle of a heat wave– with his already heating body and the fact that Yuuji has been sweating profusely– it makes him dizzy and nauseous.

Yuuji had spent a few months denying his aggravating biological discovery. It was hard for him, and his grandpa’s weakened condition had made the matter even worse.

After his grandpa had finally departed, Yuuji had come to terms with the fact that he is now truly, truly alone. He no longer has someone to depend on, and therefore he has to navigate his own problems on his own. It's no longer the time for childish rejection.

Lately he’s been trying to actually look for ways to solve his problem, though with no result. Maybe it's also his unconsciousness still trying to deny who he is.

Yuuji’s steps stop at a wooden door just beside the stairs. He raises his hand for a knock when the door suddenly opens, revealing the snow-white-haired tall man. It feels like the man was waiting for him behind the door with how quickly he was there. Or maybe he knew Yuuji was already here even before he knocked on the door, which is the weirder explanation. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. A charming smile adorns Gojo’s face; he welcomes Yuuji with his hand. He's not wearing his glasses.

“Yuuji, come in.”

Yuuji follows the teacher to his desk, passing an oddly empty row of teacher desks. No one else is in the office. Which is bizarre since this isn't even 4 p.m. yet.

Gojo-sensei shoves the chair beside the desk closer to his chair, making them face each other, and taps the seat, “Here, sit.” Yuuji puts his body down as the teacher also sits in front of him.

For the first few minutes, the two only sit in silence. On Yuuji’s side, he is trying to come up with something– maybe an apology, maybe a question, or maybe he has to wait for the teacher to say something first. His eyes wander to Gojo’s face, examining his choices based on whatever the teacher’s expression is, though it's nothing but a futile attempt since he only sees his ‘I'm mysterious and handsome, so you can't read me just by looking at my face since you'll only be met with my handsomeness’ expression.

Yuuji frowns, “Gojo-sensei…”

Gojo grins, “Yes, Yuuji-kun.”

“Look, I'm really sorry about what happened. I forgot to do my homework, and I slept in your class. It's not because I don't respect you, Sensei, I swear. It's just that…”

Yuuji peers at the teacher, trying to come up with words, excuses. Blue, blue eyes stared back intently at him. His eyes are a pair of striking shades of sky blue with a swirling, deep, cold blue void gleaming in the middle. The afternoon sunlight, which penetrated the windows, reflected the blue eyes, creating an illusion of a radiant sunset hue in the orbs. It looks so unreal. Is he even human, Yuuji thinks. It's the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen, maybe forever.

Snap

A sharp noise of fingers snapping right on his face wakes Yuuji from his thoughts.

“Yuuji, I know I'm handsome, but please stop staring at me and continue what you were saying,” Gojo-sensei chuckles lightly.

“Wh– N-no, that's not true–” Yuuji defends himself reflexively.

“Eh? You don't think I'm handsome?”

“Huh? No, no, I mean–”

Gojo gives him a coy glance. “So you think I'm handsome?”

“What? I mean yeah, you're objectively handsome, Sensei, but what I'm trying to say–”

“Objectively? So what about subjectively? In those beautiful eyes of yours, am I handsome, Yuuji?” Gojo asks as his lips curve into a mischievous smile.

“Err, yeah? I guess? You are handsome, Sensei.”

“Explain.”

“What?”

“Elaborate your statement, Yuuji.”

“Ah… Well, I mean you’re handsome undoubtedly to anyone, to me. I especially like the color of your eyes. It's like looking at the horizon. And now the sunlight reflected in your eyes makes it look like you're keeping a sunset there. It's very pretty.”

Gojo’s eyes only stare at him with a look Yuuji can’t read; his mouth slightly opens. Silence envelops the two for a split second before Gojo finally breaks it.

“Awww, Yuuji, alright, you pass. Should I compliment you as well? Hmmm, what about your hair? Oh, Yuuji, your hair is so pretty, just like cotton candy. I want to eat it every time I see it. How's that?”

“Sensei, please stop teasing me…” Yuuji pouts.

Suddenly, Yuuji notices his shoulders are relaxed, not awkwardly stiff like when he just entered the office. Maybe that's what Gojo aimed for with all the banter. Once again, Yuuji is very thankful for his Sensei.

He takes a breath and finally regains his composure, ignoring the ache in his whole body.

“Well, so what I was trying to say is that I've been under the weather lately, so I'm losing focus, Sensei. But I swear it's not going to happen again. I promise.”

“Yuuji-kun, you do remember how well you did on the last midterm, right?”

“…Midterm. Aha. Yeah, sure...”

It was a memory–numbers–Yuuji preferred not to recall.

“Yeah, you did really, really badly.”

Ouch.

“And you're not doing well on your quizzes and assignments either,” Gojo continues.

“And you haven't collected your last assignment either,” Gojo does not stop.

“And I've heard from other teachers it's no better in their classes either,” Gojo refuses to stop despite the ‘please stop’ signals Yuuji has been emitting.

“If you keep being like this, Yuuji, you're oh. so. fucked.”

Yuuji isn't sure if a teacher is even allowed to say that f word, but it's not like he can say anything to that either– he's in too vulnerable a position to retaliate after all.

“Sensei, please, I would do anything…”

Yuuji feels like he really wants to cry right now. The whole thing makes him feel so overwhelmed, and his condition just fucked his brain-use functionally. Yuuji squeezed his eyes shut, as if that might clear the heaviness in his mind. It had been a really long day, and his eyes were struggling really hard to focus on the man in front of him.

Gojo huffed a breath defeatedly, “If you make that kind of face, it makes me feel bad to punish you, Yuuji.”

The teacher stared right through him, chin propped on his hand wearily.

“Then don’t punish me?” Yuuji gives him a sheepish smile.

“You’re such a-”

“Please?” Yuuji pulls out his greatest weapon, his puppy eyes, as he pleads. No, he will not tell Kugisaki about this.

“…”

Yuuji can see Gojo is wavering. Just one more little push and he will surely crumble.

“Sensei, I will be a very good boy from now on, I pro-”

“Fine. I won't punish you.”

“Sensei, are you for real?”

“I'm for real, Yuuji.”

“Sensei, do you seriously won't punish me?”

“I'm serious, my dear Yuuji-kun.”

“Sensei, are you an angel?”

“Oops, you got me,” Gojo grins.

Yuuji beams and jumps to hug his teacher as he celebrates his victory after beating the rap.

“SenseithankyousomuchIwillneverforgetyourkindnessyou’reliterallythebestteachereverIloveyousomuchIhopeyou’reforeverhappywithyourlife!!!”

“You're such a naughty boy,” Gojo whispers as he reciprocates the hug, hugs Yuuji tighter, and makes a circle on his back, which makes Yuuji tear up a bit.

Yuuji has his resolve. The teacher is kind enough to let go of him this time. He will definitely pay it back. He will not disappoint him ever again.

It's time for Yuuji to lock the fuck in.

He will definitely solve his hunger.

He will definitely have sex with a girl.

There are numerous reasons why Yuuji has not gotten any “food” and therefore can not solve his small hunger problem.

First, he doesn't know who to sleep with.

He doesn't have any girlfriend; he has never gotten that close with a girl romantically, and no one ever confessed their feelings to him, none. He's literally unpopular with girls. “Dumb Potato” if we want to use what Nobara called him. Oh yeah, sure, he technically could ask Nobara for help as a friend– heavy on the as a friend part– but he thinks he might as well get mauled by the girl.

Second, he doesn't know how to ask a girl to sleep with him.

Yuuji spent hours of his sleepless night trying to come up with pick-up lines. He also wondered if he just had to ask girls directly to sleep with him, which idea he scrapped because Yuuji doesn't like the idea of him looking like he's a super creepy and super horny high school boy.

And honestly, he doesn't even have any experience– it's especially a problem since he's an incubus and everything is too fucking unpredictable since he knows nothing about being one– and getting a random one-night stand for his first time is too terrifying. Yuuji can't afford to hurt his partner with his unpredictable condition. It would be very awful of him.

Actually, Yuuji also wondered maybe he should find a girlfriend first, and do the rest of his needs starting from that point, but he guessed it might be even harder and even crueler.

Third, his morals.

Yuuji is an incubus, a demon. Technically, he could just do it traditionally like those incubuses from folklore and stories. Those demons prey on sleeping people. They come to them when their prey are in slumber, unknowing of the demon lurking and consuming them.

Traditionally– like real demons do it.

But that's too fuckin horrible, isn't it? That's literally rape, and it's fuckin illegal, and it's just straight up awful. Yuuji knows better than to do just that.

Incubuses are demons who sucks on humans’ life force through sexual intercourse between them, as they require sex to survive.

But such a relationship takes a toll on the partner, whose spirit and physical health will weaken and be spoiled, declining rapidly, so that even a slight seduction and sexual activity could lead to a fatal condition in the partner. That's a well-known fact. It will eventually lead to their deaths if the incubus seduces them for a period of time.

Use your strength not to hurt, but to be kind. Never forget that.

If he can't justify harming people for his own needs because he actually needs it to survive, he just won't justify it for his own needs exactly because of his grandpa’s words. And so, what shall he do then?

Yuuji wants to explode.

“Yuuji-kun, you know that you can ask me for help, right?”

As Gojo’s voice breaks the incessant thoughts on his head, Yuuji lets go of the hug.

Yuuji looks up at Gojo’s face as the man continues, “You can ask me for help about anything. I’m here to help you, Yuuji.”

“That’s-”

“I'm serious, Yuuji. You can ask me anything.” Gojo looks at him in earnest.

“Anything?”

“A~nything. A n y t h i n g.”

The tone of his voice might indicate that the man is joking, but an unwavering conviction showed on his face, which made Yuuji agape for a bit. He is serious.

That’s the problem, isn’t it? Yeah, sure, his teacher seriously wants to help him, would lend him a hand for whatever Yuuji's problem is— and sure, Yuuji is very grateful for that; it makes him feel less alone. But his problem is not something the teacher can help him with; that’s the problem.

Yuuji forces a smile on his face, “Thank you, Sensei. I really appreciate it. I will make sure to ask for your help.”

“I'll be looking forward to it, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo smiles as he ruffles Yuuji’s pale pink hair.

The fact that Gojo-Sensei is worried enough has become Yuuji’s sole motivation. He will end this. He will end his hunger. He has worried and troubled everyone with his condition, even his amazing and kind-hearted teacher, Gojo-Sensei. It’s time to put a stop to it.

Yuuji is walking back to the class to pick up his stuff and leave the school as he hears an indistinct chatter from familiar voices on the school grounds. They are Fujimoto and Kousei, his classmates. Yuuji walks past them but is stopped by the two.

“Oi, Itadori! Haven’t got home yet?” Fujimoto’s head turns up at the hallway window right beside Yuuji.

“Nah, was called by Gojo-Sensei,” he answers simply.

“Ah, right, Itadori, you got plans for tomorrow after school?” Kousei appears from behind Fujimoto as he interjects.

“Nah, why?”

“Suzuki set up a mixer with girls from the east all-girl high school, but we lack people from our side. Want to co-”

“I want–!” Yuuji almost shouts, but he immediately turns his voice down slowly as he continues, “–to come.”

Kousei blinks incredulously, staring in disbelief at Yuuji. “Didn’t expect you’d be this excited… which is great, I guess. Sure, come with us tomorrow. It’ll be fun.”

Mission “Yuuji Will Definitely Eat”: Go to the mixer, find a girlfriend, and then sleep with her. Yuuji can't be picky with his methods at this point. It should be easy enough, right?

Yuuji will make sure he succeeds.

“AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA,” Nobara laughs so hard the whole class turns their heads on her curiously.

Yuuji slumps her body and hides his face with his arms. “Please stop laughing.” Megumi went to the library and hasn’t come back, but Yuuji is currently wishing for his return right fuckin now.

“Sorry, pft– huehehe– ekhem, okay, continue,” Nobara holds her cackle as she tries so hard not to burst again.

“Well that's it, I guess? Gojo-Sensei told me to go home, and so I got home with his car. And then I do my assignment just like he told me to. That's it.”

He's telling his friend about what had happened yesterday, at his very embarrassing first mixer. Yuuji thinks lately he's been doing nothing but embarrassing himself.

So what happened yesterday? Nothing much. When Yuuji was trying to charm one of the girls at the mixer, suddenly out of nowhere Gojo came up at their table and started to interrogate Yuuji in front of everybody. He seemed so upset, and Yuuji had never seen the teacher quite that upset.

“Yuuji, what are you doing here?”

“Eh??? Gojo-Sensei????”

“Answer me.”

“Well, I'm on a mix— No, wait, why are you asking?”

“Where's your assignment?”

“What? Assignment?? I thought you said you won't punish me…”

“Never said that frees you from your assignment, my dear. So what are you doing here playing instead of saving your marks? I thought you said you'd be a good boy? I’m really disappointed right now, Yuuji.”

Yuuji panicked, unable to say a word. Why would Sensei say that in front of everybody? In front of girls.

“Go home right now and do your work, Yuuji. Or I'll be really mad. You have until tomorrow to collect it.”

Yuuji couldn’t even look at the faces of the other poor souls at their table. They must have felt awkward, or maybe they were laughing at him internally. He's so fucking embarrassed. He needs to die right there.

Gojo pulled his hand hard as they made their exit from the cafe. He pushed Yuuji to his fancy car and drove him back home, all quiet along the way.

They arrived at Yuuji’s house. Gojo stepped outside his car to open the door for Yuuji.

“Sensei… I'm sorry I really misunderstood…” Yuuji begged.

“No, I'm sorry I told you off in front of everybody, Yuuji. I shouldn’t have done that. My emotion got the better of me.”

“No, it's not your fault, Sensei. I've been stupid. Thank you for driving me back home. I'll do my homework now.”

Yuuji bowed his head slightly to the teacher.

“Yuuji, how are you feeling now?”

“My feeling?”

“Yeah, how are you doing? Are you feeling unbearable? Sick? Anything? You can tell me, Yuuji. I'll help you.”

“It's fine, Sensei. I'm fine.”

Gojo raised his hand and put it on Yuuji’s forehead, examining his temperature. Gojo’s cold hand cooled his warm skin.

“Your hand is cold, Sensei, it's pleasant.”

“And you're very warm, Yuuji, it’s pleasant.” He lowered his hand as he pressed once. “Are you sure you're fine?”

Yuuji felt a little better. Besides his earlier embarrassment regarding his confrontation in front of the public eyes? He somehow felt unbelievably better than the day before. “Yup, I'm fine.”

Seemingly not satisfied with the answer, Gojo asked again, “Do you need help with your assignment then?”

“No, I promise I'll be fine. I'm going to finish it tonight,” Yuuji assured the teacher.

“How about your studies? It's almost finals, and I'm sorry to say this, but your midterm was helpless, Yuuji.”

“Ugh… I don't know, Sensei. I'm trying my best,” Yuuji sulked.

“Do you need a supplementary class? I'll provide you with one.”

“Ahh, no, Sensei, you don't have to. I’ll feel bad.”

“I'm the one who feels bad here if you refuse, Yuuji. I want to help you as much as I can, remember? I'm your teacher after all.”

“Gojo-Sensei…”

“A special GTG (Great Teacher Gojo) supplementary class! Mission ‘Help Yuuji Pass His Finals’! What do you think?” Gojo chimed gleefully.

Yuuji was touched; he really was. He remembered the unwavering conviction the teacher showed him yesterday in the office. He seriously wanted to help Yuuji and to refuse him would feel terrible. Sensei might not be able to help him with his small hunger problem, but Yuuji thought maybe he’d let him help him with this one.

“Sure. I really appreciate it, Sensei.”

“That's kind of weird, isn't it? How come he showed up exactly where your stupid mixer was? And his behaviours? Fuckin sus if you ask me. I think you should be wary of that creep, Yuuji,” Nobara sneered.

“Must have been a coincidence. And he's just worried, I think,” Yuuji replied calmly.

“Geh. My instinct tells me it's not just that. Lookie here, Yuuji. He's not like that towards everyone else. It’s just you, and that's weird as fuck. Why is he so obsessed with you? Anyway, what the fuck were you even doing, attending a mixer like that? I thought you were not interested in girls?”

Yuuji doesn't like her tone and what her words imply.

“That's where you're wrong, Kugisaki. I'm very much interested in girls, thank you very much,” Yuuji defends himself. “Actually, I'm looking for a girlfriend right now. You should introduce me to someone.”

Nobara grins, “Well, I do have a few people in mind, I suppose. But why should I help you?”

“Kugisaki… please…”

“Be my bag carrier for a month,” Nobara proposed.

“Deal.”

Mission “Yuuji Will Definitely Eat”, attempt number 2: Ask Nobara to introduce him to someone, date her, and then have sex with her.

Nobara pulls out her phone and starts typing something. Yuuji waits.

“Are you free this Saturday?” Nobara asks.

“Sure!”

“I'm setting you up on a blind date. She’s my middle school friend. I'll give you the location. Don't fuckin embarrass me, got it? Wear something nice. Please don’t wear your ragged hoodies. Oh, and don't be late.”

Yuuji stands up, takes her hands and kneels at her feet, “Kugisaki, thank you so much for your service. I owe you with my life. I promise I'll be in my best outfit, and I won't be late, and–”

“Late for what?” A voice interrupted Yuuji.

They both look up at the source of the voice and find Gojo standing over the window beside their desk, his hand on the windowsill supporting his chin.

“Ugh, Gojo…” Nobara groaned.

“Ah, Sensei, it's nothing,” Yuuji replied. Gojo doesn't seem convinced, though. “Late for what?” He cocks his head as he repeats.

“Blind date. On Saturday. This stupid Yuuji right here will be on a blind date,” Nobara says. “Now could you please go and not intervene in young people’s affairs?” She continues harshly.

“Saturday? But Yuuji will be studying with me in a special GTG supplement class on Saturday.” Gojo states as a matter of fact.

“Eh?”

“Ha?”

“Wait, you forgot, Yuuji-kun? I'm hurt. You're the one who needs the class, no?”

“Ah, shit. Right, sorry, Sensei… Nobara, I'm really sorry. Can you reschedule?”

“Ugh, fine,” She fumes while she's typing fast on her phone.

Gojo smiles as he ruffles Yuuji’s hair.

“I’ll see you on Saturday, Yuuji,” Gojo waves a goodbye and then walks away.

“Jeez, that's fuckin weird. That's weird as heck. He's weird as heck. I'm telling you, you have to be careful around that guy, Yuuji,” Nobara scorns angrily after she is sure the teacher can’t be seen.

Friday was excruciating.

In the morning, he could feel his body reacting in a very desperate, agonizing way to his emptiness. His hands shaking, he felt nauseous. His stomach kept twisting into knots all day, in every fuckin excruciating second of his day. He can feel his dry throat keeps tightening most painfully as if thorns were planted there. He drinks water, he keeps drinking water, and water and water, but the thirst doesn't end. He eats, he devours food and food and food, but the hunger doesn't vanish. His head spins in the most dazing way possible. He feels as if someone was boring a hole in his head.

He doesn't even bother contacting his friends to notice his absence, as his head was only filled with eat. eat. eat. eat. eat.

Eat or die.

He's in survival mode. He thought he had to do something as soon as possible or he could die in any minute.

So on Friday Night, he goes out.

He's desperate.

He grabs his best hoodie, brushes his hair, and sprays a perfume hastily. He tries so hard to calm his shivering body, telling himself over and over he will do it. He will do it. Tonight. Definitely. He will. So calm down. Calm fucking down.

This hunger will end.

Mission “Yuuji Will Definitely Eat” attempt number 3 (number two postponed): Sneaks to a random party, grabs a girl to have sex with ASAP. Just someone, anyone. He won't be picky.

“So what is a cutie like you doing in a place like this?”

A tall woman towers over Yuuji; her pale blue coloured haird drapes over him. Her long hair covers her face, only leaving some part for Yuuji to look at. A red lipstick stains her smirking lips. Her left hand traps him to a bar table while her right brushes Yuuji’s chin. Yuuji inhales a pungent smell of perfume and a tint of alcohol from the woman. She is a woman of striking beauty, but Yuuji can’t help but sense something quite odd– dark, even– from he stormy gaze. But Yuuji won't be picky.

Loud music banging from everywhere. People are dancing around the beats the DJ plays. The vibrant colors of disco lights and the deafening noises are enough to make Yuuji dizzy without him having to chug any alcohol. Yuuji leans heavily against the wall on the corner of the wide dark room, just beside the bar counter, using it as a crutch to support his fatigued body.

“I'm looking for a c- companion,” Yuuji stutters nervously; his shivering body doesn’t help.

“Oh, so direct. I like you already.” The grin on her face widens. “Interested in me, sweetie?”

Yuuji can't help but hide his blushes, but even he doubts if the red is visible as his whole body flushed from dizziness. His hands were sweating profusely. This is it, isn't it? This is the moment, isn't it?

“S-sure, if you're fine with me.”

“Oh, I'll be very delighted with you. You're just so cute, and young– just so my taste,” The woman snickered. “I'm Mei Mei. What's your name, sweetie?”

“Yuuji-”

Ah, shit. Yuuji intended to lie about his name, but he's too fucking nervous and nausea takes his body over. He can't think. There goes his anonymity, he guesses. Well, he just has to make sure he won't see the woman ever again after this night. Have sex with her, then disappear for life. Just for once and never again.

“Yuuji. Cute. So, Yuuji, shall we have a room and have fun then?”

“Y-yeah, sure.” His breath came in shallow, irregular gasps, a telltale sign of the physical strain brought on by his months of unreached cravings, as he answered the woman mindlessly.

The woman pulls his hand, taking him out of the crowd. Mei Mei brings him out to a narrow corridor with doors lining up on both sides of the wall.

Yuuji can feel his heartbeat pulsating so hard, he feels like it's going to burst. He wonders if Mei Mei can hear the sound. He's pretty sure she senses her sweaty hand, though.

It's fine, you're the incubus, dude. It's going to be fine. Yuuji calms himself internally like a prayer. It's just sex; that's literally my nature. It won't be hard; I’m an incubus.

Mei Mei opens a door at the end of the corridor. Her right hand pushes Yuuji inside as she closes the door with her left. There's just the two of them in the dimly lit room.

Mei Mei corners him to the wall. She hums as she touches Yuuji’s face, her face slowly leaning closer to him. “So, Yuuji, this will be your first, isn't it?”

Yuuji gulps, “Yeah.”

Meimei puts her forehead against Yuuji’s, “Huhu. Relax, baby, I'll lead you.” They're now only an inch close, nose touching and breathes mingle. Yuuji shuts his eyes, preparing himself mentally for the kiss a second to come. He prepares to finally eat.

SLAM!

Just as their lips almost touch, a loud slam of the door interrupts them. Yuuji jumps from the loud noise. He opens his eyes and looks towards the door.

What the fuck.

What the actual fucking fuck, is what he thinks, looking at the man who just slammed the door wide open.

On the door stands a tall man with white, snowy hair– so familiar to Yuuji, and of course he is fucking familiar because that’s Gojo fucking Sensei. That's his teacher. What the fuck is that teacher of his doing in a bar, on Friday night, inside a sketchy, dimly lit room, in front of Yuuji who just almost kissed and had sex with this random Mei Mei woman?

“G-Gojo-Sensei?!?”

Gojo steps closer to them with firm, bold steps. He then pulls Meimei hard, separating her from Yuuji.

“I'm sorry, missy. My student is quite a naughty one. I'll take him away.”

“Wha- wait, Sensei-” Yuuji protests uselessly.

Gojo gives him a piercing gaze, mouth thinning with displeasure. If stares could kill, he would be dead right there and then.

Yuuji shuts his mouth.

Even when he wants to scream, throw a tantrum, and tear everything to shreds like a really desperate starving predator, he shuts his mouth.

Gojo grabs Yuuji’s hand hard, pulling Yuuji away out of the room, away from the woman with the pale blue hair who’s currently too stunned from the scene in front of her. Yuuji follows the teacher as he moves through the world in a daze, senses dulled by the persistent fatigue, dizziness, hunger, and thirst that clings to him like a heavy shroud. His body heat keeps increasing as Gojo drags him with a harsh grip. The world around him keeps spinning, and his ears are deafened with high-pitched sounds, sounding like it's laughing at him like he's a fucking big joke.

They make a quick way to the exit of the building and stop at the closest alleyway outside, far from the peering eyes of curious strangers.

Gojo slams Yuuji to the wall and grips his shoulders.

“Yuuji, you- I swear to god, you're so-”

His mouth pinches shut as though holding back what he really wanted to say.

An icy stare bores into Yuuji, making it hard for him not to back away. The always warm sky blue eyes turn cold like never before. Yuuji can see the line of his mouth tighten a fraction more even in his blurry, spinning sight, but his hearing keeps failing him in every passing second.

“What were-”

“do-”

“–ji?”

Gojo inquires something.

Yuuji attempts to look the man in the eyes– his eerie, cold, blue blue eyes– but is too unable to focus since his mind keeps splitting in two between fixating his ear on whatever the fuck Gojo is saying or concentrating on his lip and tries to read his mouth instead.

“S-sensei…”

He chooses the latter.

Yuuji reads his moving lips as Gojo repeats himself, “What were you doing there, Yuuji?”

Yuuji’s eyes keep flickering from Gojo’s eyes to his lips, eyes and then lips, eyes to lips. Yuuji freaks out, his breath shortened from panic. He has never seen Gojo– his kind, happy go-lucky Sensei– this angry before, and Yuuji is too vulnerable at the moment, and it's fucking terrifying.

“S-sensei, I can explain-”

The grip on his shoulders tightens painfully harder. “A-ah, Sensei, it hurts, please,” Yuuji pleads while tears pile up in his eyes. Gojo stares at him with an unreadable look.

Gojo finally loosens his hands as he slumps his head to Yuuji’s shoulder. “I'm sorry, Yuuji. I'm just-” Gojo takes a breath, “Yuuji, what did I always say to you?”

“What?” Yuuji fails to read his lips. Lips. Gojo’s lips. His pink, glossy lips. Gojo is saying something Yuuji is unable to read with those lips. They look soft. They look sweet. Yuuji’s mind wanders to that one moment he devoured those cold, juicy, sweet peaches, fresh from the tree, in the middle of a summer heat, when he was all thirsty and dizzy. It was refreshing, invigorating– it was satiating.

Gojo raises his head while still keeping the closeness between them. Somehow Yuuji can feel the coolness permeating from the man in front of him. Yuuji wants to feel him. He wants to feel the coldness of his touch on his burning body.

As thoughts keep wandering into his foggy mind, words fail to reach his ear.

“What-”

He stared at the man, unseeing, unthinking, just trying to decide whether he should eat him or if he should just shut his eyes and let his unconsciousness take him far away.

“—ways say”

Yuuji would rather die than hurt his teacher.

“you-?”

Gojo is still trying to say something.

“What… did- what…?” Yuuji tries so hard to process the question, but even his voice grew faint and feeble with each passing moment, words whispered with exhaustion. If he doesn’t eat, in this second, he actually might die. Yuuji blinks. His eyelids droops, head shrouds with nausea. The weight of indescribable hunger and his exhaustion threatened to pull him into a sleep from which he felt he might never awaken.

“Yuuji, are -”

Yuuji’s mind is clouded, thoughts swimming in a hazy fog, tiredness obscuring his clarity.

“-right—?”

Something quite primal in him cries out for food, but Yuuji bites his tongue to stop his body from reacting mindlessly. But every second of his attempt to restrain his body as he tries so hard to direct his focus to Gojo, his eyes keep falling to those delicious, pink, glossy lips. It looks so, so delicious.

And nobody will blame a starving predator preying on scrumptious prey in front of him, right?

His rationality is completely out the window now. Yuuji grabs Gojo’s collar and swiftly captures the taller man’s lips. His warm, heating lips are met with soft, sweet, and slick ones, expecting himself to be met with some resistance. Gojo’s hands move to firmly press behind his head, locking Yuuji into the kiss instead. The contact is electric, sending Yuuji an oddly sweet and tickling sensation in his stomach. Gojo’s sweet and soft lips are addicting. Gojo begins to suck on Yuuji’s lips and leads his inexperienced student. When Yuuji tried to dominate the kiss, he's the one end up being devoured.

Gojo doesn't stop. His hands are locked tightly around Yuuji’s back, pulling Yuuji so hard that he can't move. Yuuji feels tongue probing against the crease of his lips. He parts his lips slightly of instinct. Gojo’s tongue slides inside, mapping out Yuuji’s mouth in a desperate motion. He sucks on him, producing an obscene slick sound in the dark, empty alley. The kiss feels so right– like whenever Yuuji is hungry, he eats, and whenever Yuuji is thirsty, he drinks, and water is wet. Yuuji drowns in the pleasure; he craves for more. More of the kiss, more of Gojo-sensei–

Yuuji blinks, consciousness washes over him. “W-wait, S-sen–” He tilts his head slightly to break the kiss, panicking. Somehow his rationality comes back so suddenly. Thoughts rush into his head, mostly just a sounding frustration of shit shit shit and shit.

Yuuji pushes Gojo away, his eyes averted from the man, too scared to see the teacher’s reaction. “I-I'm sorry, Sensei. I didn’t mean–”

Gojo-Sensei makes a disapproving sound before he grips Yuuji’s jawline more tightly in a harsh manner, recapturing Yuuji’s lips again. He continues to kiss Yuuji, but this time deeper, like an act of claim. Gojo’s tongue moves so swiftly, devouring every corner of his lips, as well as his whimpers and moans.

Yuuji is too stunned to react, his mind split between fulfilling his desire or letting his rationality come and overtake him once more. But as of now, he can only respond to Gojo with incoherent sounds.

“Hn-!" The sound comes out muffled against Gojo. He tries to push away Gojo but to no avail since the man in front of him is still keeping him in his place, trapping him. Wet saliva drips down from the corner of his mouth as Gojo’s hand shifts to tangle around Yuuji’s hair, pulling the two even closer and tighter, placing Yuuji in place as he keeps tasting and taking. When Yuuji is too intoxicated to retaliate again, Gojo’s hands slide down Yuuji’s back and grip the curve of his hips. He then yanks their hips together in a grinding motion, aligning perfectly.

“Ahn–!” Yuuji lets out a strangled gasp; his back arches to the pressure. Yuuji’s body responds mindlessly, following the rhythm as his head is only filled with delight. The kisses don't stop even if Yuuji's head spins from the overwhelming sensation and shortness of breath. Yuuji feels the firm length of him through their clothes, thrilling against his own hardness.

Gojo keeps the motion, slower but a little firmer. The friction between them builds. Gojo keeps moving his hips as he makes delicious friction. Gojo's movements become frenzied. The rhythm of his hips builds up as he grinds so quickly and hard, doesn't falter even for a second. He parts the kiss and buries his face in Yuji's neck, lips brushing against the burning skin as their breaths grow heavier. Both of them drown in the intoxicating movements.

“S-Sensei– Ah–” He pants without stopping his moves.

Gojo suddenly grips his shoulder again; he then pushes Yuuji hard to the wall. Yuuji shuts his eyes, expecting himself to bump his head against the wall, but the pain never comes. Instead, a slight dizziness washes over him as his surroundings suddenly change– from the dark, vacant alley to a fancy, modern bedroom with a dim, warm white light. Yuuji’s eyes widen, but Gojo doesn't stop pushing his body as it falters when his legs bump into something from behind. Gojo then shoves him hard that his body falls from it, unable to support himself. His head and back are met with a soft bedding.

“Wha- what the f–” Yuuji quakes.

“Sshh, calm down.”

“How- wh-what is hap–?!”

“Relax, baby. Let me help you,” Gojo simply answers. His cold blue, blue eyes look even brighter, iridescent hues of white and sky blue gleaming, burning in the orbs. Layers of opalescent light shift between white and delicate sky-blue, creating an illusion of a blue fire, just lighter, hypnotizing Yuuji with the glow. They look almost inhumane. They look inhumane.

Yuuji is too stunned by the view in front of him while Gojo’s hands move to strongly pin Yuuji’s hand above his head.

“S-Sensei, what are you–” His words are cut short by Gojo’s lips, kissing Yuuji again.

Gojo’s free hand moves to explore Yuuji’s body, groping everywhere as Yuuji can only squirm from the touch. His hand stops at Yuuji’s nipple to tease it.

“Ah–! S-stop–” He wriggles from the tease and whimpers. Gojo only groans. He aligns their hips together again as his hand keeps teasing and fondling the nipples. Yuuji fights to release his grip in vain. Gojo is too strong, far stronger than him

He then parts their kiss, lowering his body to blanket Yuuji’s body with his own. His lips start to suck on Yuuji’s neck and keep moving lower. Gojo grips Yuuji's hoodie and rips it. The fabric gives way with a series of tearing sounds, the shredded parts falling away to reveal Yuuji's flushed naked body.

“S-Sensei–!” Yuuji protests, but Gojo keeps touching his bare skin with his hand.

Everything feels hot and cold, creating a bizarre sensation. Yuuji’s world is burning hot, and Gojo’s touch is icy cold. He tries to scream and thrash around, but it's all useless. Gojo keeps him in place while his gaze locks into him, hypnotizing him, as if telling him to obey. He gropes one of Yuuji's pecks and sucks his other nipple. Yuuji can’t help but moan when Gojo squeezes his peck and swirls his tongue around his nipple.

“Ngh– Sensei, what are you doing?” Yuuji fights to let out even a slight moan more.

“I'm helping you.”

“W-we should stop–”

Gojo pauses his tongue as he lowers his hand to Yuuji’s crotch, opens the zip of his jeans, and pulls them down. His fingers slip under the waistband of his boxer. He pulls the boxers down, lifts his legs so he can take them off at once, and then throws them on the floor.

“Stop–!” Yuuji boy attempts to stop him when he takes his underwear off, letting his cock free.

“Sshh! Yuuji, be a good boy and stop resisting.” Gojo commands sternly as he clasps Yuuji hard, stopping the boy who tries to defy him. His hand spreads Yuuji’s leg wide, showing the already firm cock defenseless. Yuuji lies naked under Gojo, who's looming over him, precum leaking to his stomach. Gojo shifts Yuuji’s position, pulling his leg upward to be closer to his face, and begins sucking Yuuji’s tip. His big hand cups his length, and he begins with a few strokes. Yuuji’s body does nothing but listen.

Ever since he was a kid, Yuuji was always stronger, tougher than anyone else. Fighting people is Tuesday for him. He can even punch a speeding car and come out unharmed. It came from the demon side of him, from his demon mother. And now here he is, being manhandled by his teacher who looks more delicate than him.

“Mmnh–” Yuuji can only cries inchorently. He's so aroused and stimulated, sensing only pleasure on his skin, but his brain keeps screaming red. It's the first time someone is touching him there, and the fact that someone is his teacher doesn’t help his case.

Yes, he needs to have sex to survive, but it's supposed to be with a girl. Not a male, and certainly not his male teacher. He's an incubus, god damn it!

That's what he thinks, but his body doesn't react accordingly. And it's fucking frustrating how good his body feels– so pliant, so submissive in the face of his teacher. His hands cover his eyes from the look of Gojo’s terrifying blue eyes, head spinning as Gojo continues to suck and circle on his cock rhythmically while staring at Yuuji’s teary amber eyes. Yuuji lets out breathy moans, sounding more impatient as Gojo goes further.

“S-Sensei, I'm coming–!” A thrilling, electric orgasm rips over his body, his cums splurted inside Gojo’s mouth. His head is dizzy, but not from his earlier hunger, but from something tasteful, delicious. Yuuji sobs Gojo’s name over and over as he gasps for air. Suddenly, without warning, his black, thick tail springs out from his butt.

Oh, fuck.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Yuuji panics as he tries to hide his tail from Gojo, his mind concentrating really hard to make it disappear. He can also feel his tiny little horns emerging on his head. It was the most amazing orgasm that he ever had in his life, and it seems like it has a serious effect on his body.

Gojo swallows his cum casually as he releases Yuuji’s cock from his mouth, making a loud ‘pop’ sound.

He chuckles as he grabs Yuuji’s long tail, slides over it, and brings the pointy spade-shaped tips to his lips and kisses it.

“You don't have to hide it from me, Yuuji.”

“H-huh? Why are you not surprised??” Yuuji questions him confusedly.

Gojo’s lips curve into a smirk. “Let's just say that's because I'm your teacher, Yuuji. Of course I know everything about you.”

Yuuji is too astounded to reply to him. His thoughts swirl; suspicion arises.

How? How did Gojo know?

Who is he?

“How do you feel now, Yuuji?”

“I-I feel better…”

“That's good,” Gojo smiles, “Not so hard, isn't it? To let me help you. I've told you again and again to ask for help. You never did, and it's making me very mad. What were you trying to do with that woman earlier?”

“Ah… Well…”

“What if I never interrupt you? Would you really just have sex with anybody? That's no good, Yuuji!” Gojo’s brow furrows. Yuuji is scolded by his teacher right now, in this awkward position, naked.

“That’s… I was desperate…”

“And yet you still didn't ask for my help.” Gojo marks coldly.

Yuuji bites his lips. “How could I know…”

“You need to be punished, my dear Yuuji.”

“Wha–?” Yuuji’s word cuts down by the sudden movement Gojo makes. He grabs Yuuji’s waist, forcing Yuuji in one smooth, practiced move, spinning him around. Yuuji’s black tail springs upward from the abrupt shift. Gojo pulls his hips, making his ass bend over in the air. He then spanks Yuuji’s butt cheeks hard, making Yuuji’s tail twitch excitedly.

“Sensei!”

“That's for never asking for my help.”

“Ugh…”

He spanks Yuuji again, harder. “That's for going into a bar when you're still underage.”

Yuuji’s body flushed all over. He should be troubled by the pain, really, if only it doesn't make him aroused instead.

Gojo spanks Yuuji once more, creating a really loud slapping noise across the bedroom. “And that's for almost kissing someone other than me.”

Yuuji’s butt becomes red from the spanks; his cheeks spasm. Unable to look at Gojo, he stared at the white mattress under him as he felt Gojo’s finger lower to his rim.

“W-wait, what are you doing, Sensei??”

“Ssh… It's okay, baby. I’m going to prepare you. Though, I bet you don't need much preparation.” He can hear the sound of Gojo’s light chuckle. Then the white-haired man rubs his rim, slowly opening the hole entrance with his thumbs.

“Agh–! Sensei!”

“Relax, baby. It’s gonna be fine.” Gojo says calmly as he slides his tongue over the muscle.

“Mmn–” Yuuji bites his lip to not let a sound.

Gojo shoves his tongue even deeper and licks Yuuji’s inside. Yuuji can feel something pushing against his walls. “Agh!”

His stomach is fluttering. It feels funny, but he can't say that it feels bad. It's far from it, actually. He enjoys it. Whenever Gojo’s tongue slid there, it tingles deliciously. He wants more.

Gojo slips one finger in.

“Hnggh…” Yuuji shuts his mouth, but Gojo pulls his hand away from his face. “Don't hold back, Yuuji. I want to hear your voice.”

Gojo shoves his finger deeper and starts to move. He then puts one more finger and starts to scissor his inside. Yuuji’s wall burns, his body writhing in a pleasant pain; slick leaks from his whole.

“Your body reacts so beautifully,” Gojo says as he peppers kisses and nibbles on Yuuji’s back. Yuuji’s tail keeps twitching, so honestly, unable to hide the pleasure his whole body feels.

Gojo puts one more finger and shoves it deeper, scanning a certain spot inside. He then bends the tips to touch the spot.

“Ahn–!” Yuuji cries out in pleasure. Gojo prods something that prompts a really exhilarating sensation to wash over his body. His dick springs out, hard as ever before.

“M-more–!”

“With pleasure, baby,” Gojo smiles to himself. He moves slowly, searching for rhythm. When he decides it's perfect, he repeats the motion quicker, deeper. The movement makes Yuuji produce even more sweet smelling slicks, it leaks as Gojo keeps shoving and pulling his fingers. The movement creates an embarassing sounds.

These past months, Yuuji has accepted the fact that he's an incubus, and that he has a little different needs than everyone else. He prepared for it; he swears he did. He just never expected it would happen this way, with this particular man. And he never expected to feel this good. It's only fingers, and it's already this good.

His thrusts are fast and frenzied. Yuuji moans, grasping the sheet as his toes curl in pleasure. Somehow he feels empty now; Yuuji can’t help but want more.

Like being able to read his mind, Gojo suddenly pulls out his fingers and chuckles. “You're so impatient, baby.”

Yuuji hears a sound of a zip opening. He positions his face to peek a little to see Gojo. Gojo lowers his pants and springs out his cock free from his underwear. Gojo’s cock is long and big, and hard, precums already leaking from his tips. Yuuji’s eyes widen at the scene. Excitement sends over to his already hard dick. He wants Gojo inside him. He needs it.

Gojo positions himself against Yuuji’s entrance.

He pushes his tip inside and slowly shoves the rest, a bit with force. Yuuji’s hole is so tight and burning, but his length successfully enters inside, all in, thanks to the wet slick Yuuji produces. Yuuji’s stomach feels full.

“Mmn, Yuuji, you're so warm inside,” Gojo moans. The sound sends an electrifying pleasure to Yuuji. For a while, Gojo just keeps it there, unmoving, too pleased with the warm sensation his cock feels. He nuzzles his head to Yuuji’s neck and bites it till it bleeds.

Yuuji is desperate. He wants more.

He then moves his hips– he's thirsty for friction. He gasps for breath as he pulls and pushes his butt.

“Ahn, Yuuji, you naughty boy.” Gojo grips Yuuji’s waist, stopping his movement. He slides his hand to Yuuji’s abdomen and whispers, “Do you feel good here?”

“Sensei, please… More…”

“Fine, fine,” Gojo sighs and continues, “But you have to promise me.”

“P-promise?”

“Yeah, you have to promise me that I'm the only one who will help you fulfill your needs, Yuuji. Promise?”

Yuji has trouble thinking as desire overtakes his body. “Yes, I promise. Please, Sensei…” He pleads, not putting too much thought into his answer. Gojo grins as he pulls and pushes his hips; he sinks in, burying himself in one slow stroke. A moan is ripped from both of them.

He begins to move, setting a grueling pace. Yuji sees stars; his sight blurs as his mouth voices a pleading moan.

“Fuck, Yuuji. You're so tight hngh–” Gojo’s breath hitches; he buries his head to Yuuji’s nape as he tightens his grip on Yuuji’s waist.

Gojo starts moving faster, harder in a certain rhythm. Yuuji's hold clenches around him repeatedly with each slap. The man angles his hips, sinking even deeper in the perfect spot. He thrusts Yuuji’s prostrate in a frantic movement.

“Yuuji, Yuuji, my Yuuji…” Gojo calls his name and claims it as he grunts and moans continuously.

Yuuji arches his back. His body trembles, whimpers, and sweet smells of sex fill the room while Gojo continues to thrust in and out. Gojo’s hands move to the upper part of his body, grasping his body to his tall stature as he keeps on rolling his hips.

Heat pools deep inside Yuuji. He can't get enough of the thrilling sensation. It's too overwhelming– he's far too sensitive for this amount of stimulation.

“Gojo-Sensei, please…” He's too drunk in pleasure. Gojo’s cock stimulates him so much that he can't form a coherent sentence– just a bunch of pleas and whines. The sound of the reverberating moans from both of them is addicting.

“Yuuji, hnghh–!”

As Yuuji is too drowned in his pleasure, his sight blurs to oblivion; suddenly he can see a white something, floating and drifting towards his hand on the sheet. Only when the white thing falls into Yuuji’s hand can Yuuji analyze the thing. It's a white feather.

He touches the feather, slightly wondering in his already occupied mind with pleasure what it is. He blinks and clears his sight. He then can see from the corner of his eyes, just beside him on both of his sides; he realizes there are wide, white wings hovering around, trapping him in between.

Yuuji’s eyes widen, his mouth agape.

“Wha-what the hell is that??” Too surprised, Yuuji drops his whole body to the bed, his head slightly cocks to peek at his back while Gojo’s cock is still inside him.

He then can see so clearly the sight in front of him. Gojo-sensei fucking him, his white hair in disarray, his blue eyes gleaming chillingly, completely glowing blue even in the dim light, and there attached on his back, a large, majestic, pure white-feathered appendage. The soft, layered, bird-like pure white feathers spans wide, as if ready for flight.

Yuuji is dumbfounded. “S-sensei?!”

Gojo snickers, “Sorry, Yuuji, it feels too good. I can't help it.”

Gojo flips him on his back so Yuuji can face him properly, and then pushes it in again. Yuuji's stomach burns. It stings but in a satisfying way. His brain can't comprehend everything at the same time. He's too mesmerized by the divine presence in front of him, looking so pure while the man dirtily fucks the demonic creature that is Yuuji.

“What are hmph–” Yuuji fails to finish his sentence since Gojo shuts him with a kiss.

He then grabs Yuuji’s tail, sliding his fingers to the butt end part of it and starts rubbing there. The sensation is ticklish; his tail twitches. He moves his hand to grab Yuuji’s hands; their fingers intertwine.

“Yuuji, I'm coming–!” Gojo grunts, feeling his orgasm coming.

Gojo rocks his hips faster. The tension is bringing him closer to his orgasm. He clenches Yuuji’s hands as he pulls out his cock halfway and then slams it in hard.

A broken moan escapes Yuuji’s mouth as he reaches his climax. He feels the sensation of Gojo’s seed flowing into his inside along with the sound of his guttural moan.

Gojo hisses. The man jerks his hips again uncontrollably to slam his inside a few more times and pour more of his cums.

“My Yuuji… You're mine, Yuuji…”

Yuji gasps for breath as his sperm splurted from his own cock. The sensation is exhilarating. The orgasm can't be compared to anything Yuuji has ever felt in his life. It’s life being fed the best, most delicious food in the world after he's been starving for years.

Yuuji finally realizes his long, annoying hunger has gone– vanished.

“Sensei…”

Gojo pulls his cock out. His wings flutter; they begin to envelop Yuuji’s body in their embrace. The wings feel heavenly– they're soft and have a comfortable coldness in them. Yuuji feels like he could shut his eyes and let the wings’ embrace bring him to paradise.

“Yes, baby?”

“Who are you?”

Gojo smiles softly. “You knew who I am.”

“…Are you an angel?” Yuuji’s gaze moves to the man embracing him. He clutches his fingers to the white, soft wing.

“You got me, baby.” Gojo kisses Yuuji’s eyes and whispers, “Now sleep. We have class tomorrow.”

Yuuji closes his eyes. Sleep lulls him to a cozy dream. It's been months since he has had any good dreams at all. He should’ve asked Gojo-sensei for help from the start.