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Lessons in Love

In which Satoru Gojo seems to fall for Megumi's new tutor.

MDNI

Summary: You look for a private student to tutor for some extra money and end up as the private tutor of Megumi Fushiguro, a high school student and the adoptive son of Satoru Gojo.

CW: Non-Sorcerer AU, not proofread, Satoru is a single parent, kind of bratty Megumi, mentions of death

Part 1

"Hello, is this Ms. Y/L/N?"

You put down the pen you were marking papers with. "Uh yeah, that's me. Who's speaking?"

The feminine voice waves through the phone, "I'm Yui, I saw your advertisement for private tutoring online. Are you still looking for students?"

Your attention is now fully on the call, the half-marked exam sheet almost forgotten, "Yes, yes, I am."

"Great," Yui replied, "Are you open to tutoring a 9th grader?"

"Yeah, any grade from 5 to 10 is okay."

"Alright then, could you give me some information on how you conduct uour sessions?"

"Alright so, I'm a teacher myself, so I am free any time after 5 PM. I can come by your house for two hours, thrice a week."

"That sounds perfect. When can you start?"

You glance at the calendar placed on your desk. "It's the start of the month today, I can come by your house at around 6 PM, if that's okay with you."

"Okay then, I'll text you the address. The student's name is Megumi Fushiguro. If the security stops you, just tell them you are his new tutor."

And that's how you end up in front of the 5-Star hotel. Your student lives at the penthouse of this hotel. If extravagance had a look, it would be this place. With long iron gates securing the entrance, the high technology security, and the almost shiny exterior make the place look like something straight out of a wealth-centric movie. 

As you step into the penthouse, you are greeted with a kind looking woman, "You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Megumi sir is in his study room."

She leads you to the room and knocks at the door. "Come in," a voice grumbles from inside.

As you step in, you are greeted with a teenage boy with dark messy hair. He sits up straight on his chair when he spots you. He gestures at the chair next to him, asking you to sit. You have dealt with multiple brats in your teaching life, but something about him screams spoiled to a whole new level. Maybe it's the private school effect.

"Hi," you plaster a smile on your face, hoping it masks your insecurity, "I'm Y/N. You new tutor."

He gives you the slightest nod, "Megumi."

You sigh. This isn't going to be easy.

---

Two hours, 4 subjects, and the littlest conversation later, the tutoring session comes to an end.

"So we can end the session for today," you tell him, packing up your things, "Can I talk to your parent?"

"My parents are dead," he says bluntly, taking you by surprise. "You can talk to Gojo. He's... my guardian. He should be home by now." He gets up from his chair and leaves the study room, causing you to follow him subconsciously.

Soon, you find yourself in the lavish living room, a large chandelier hangs at the centre of the ceiling, beneath it is a long velvet couch, and on top of the couch is a man sitting.

Not just any man.

The most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on.

His white hair falls on his face- the same face that seems to carry the most charming smile known to mankind. His eyes... his blue eyes so bright even the Sun would be jealous. He gets up from the couch and approaches you, offering his hand.

You shake it almost hastily. Such pretty hands... wonder what it would feel like around your neck-

FOCUS.

"I'm Satoru Gojo," his smooth voice ripples through the air, breaking the silence.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Megumi's new tutor."

His smile doesn't fade as he tilts his head sideways, "So I've heard. You'd spoken to my assistant earlier this morning, yes? Yui?"

"Oh," you say, remembering the previous conversation, "Yes, I had spoken to her."

"Great. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"That wouldn't be necessary-" Megumi begins, but shuts up immediately as Gojo flashes his dimpled smile at him.

"How about you go back to your room, Megumi?" Megumi rolls his eyes subtly and leaves you both alone.

"Please, have a seat, Ms. Y/L/N." He tells you, gesturing at the velvet couch. You oblige politely.

"So, Yui tells me you are a teacher?" He asks you.

"Yes," you inform him, "I teach at a middle school."

"Ah, I see. And you are capable of tutoring a high school student?"

"Yes, yes, I am. I've been teaching since I graduated college. It's been almost 4 years now."

He nods thoughtfully. "Megumi can be... difficult at times. He's a smart kid, and he took a few advanced classes. But now he's struggling to keep up."

You nod. "Yes, he's told me that."

"Good, good. So you'll be here thrice a week for a two hour session, am I right?"

"Right."

"And Megumi is your only student?"

"Right."

He gives you a cheeky smile. "Relax, this isn't an interrogation. I'm just making sure." 

You hope with all your being that there's no blush crept on your face as you chuckle nervously. "Yeah, of course." 

He checks the time before continuing. "It's late. Will you able to get back alone?"

"Yes, it won't be a problem, thanks for asking." 

"Do you live far?"

"A little."

"Allow me to drop you off."

"What?! No! It's fine, really."

"I insist."

"You really don't have to, but thanks."

---

And that's how you find yourself in the passenger seat of Satoru Gojo's car.

A/N: This is the first time I'm sharing any of my writing online, and I know this isn't even that good. But I'm trying to get back into writing actively and I thought sharing it would motivate me further.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

He Might Not Look Like He Gets Bitches (but honey, that dick was 11 inches)

Pairing: Inexperienced!Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, clit rubbing, reader teaches Choso, oral (both f and m receiving), handjob, p in v, no protection, creampie, (slight) tummy bulge, loss of virginity (Choso), not proofread

WC: 1.5K

(18+) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“What are they doing there?”

Your head jerks sideways towards Choso as he speaks, then goes back and forth from Choso to the movie playing on the TV, where two actors had involved themselves in a passionate make out session. “They’re kissing…?”

He tilts his head in confusion, “Why?”

You try to sound as casual as possible as you say, “Because the characters are attracted to each other.”

“Attracted… to each other…” he repeats your words, making you unsure of whether you’re supposed to be teaching him this. Before you can say anything, he shifts in his seat as he says, “I want to try it.”

“Okay, you will do it–”

“Can you teach me?”

Your breath hitches at his forwardness. “You want me to teach you how to kiss?”

“Yes,” he says with a little too much surety.

“Now?”

“Yes.”

You slowly move closer to him until you’re straddling him. You feel his breath hitch as you cup his face slowly, his deep brown eyes sinking into yours. “Ready?” you ask, your voice imitating a hum of assurance. He simply nods in response. You start by kissing his cheeks, already feeling the goosebumps at the back of his neck. You then kiss his forehead and nose. He lets out a small whimper when you finally peck his lips, his head jerking forward, wanting more. He immediately reaches for the TV remote and turns it off, which makes you giggle. “Eager, are we?” You peck his lips again, to which he nods needily in response.

You finally crash your lips against his, moving softly. He tenses up at first but melts into it eventually, his yearning lingering in every movement of his lips. 

You break the kiss, “You like that?”

He seems too overwhelmed to speak. The only word he can get out is “More…”

You kiss him again, this time more passionately. You slowly insert your tongue in his mouth, to which he jerks a little before melting into the kiss once again. Eventually, he begins to move his tongue against yours. Sounds heavy breathing fills the room.

Breaking from your kiss, you begin to kiss his jaw, then neck. Choso whimpers at the feeling. He lets out a hitched breath as you feel his pants tighten beneath you. 

“Hahh, wha-” Choso pants.

You stop doing what you were doing. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel… weird down there,” he says, “It hurts.” You chuckle softly, “Oh, honey, you have a boner…”

“A what?” “A boner. It’s completely natural. It happens when you’re aroused.” “Aroused…” he repeats as though the word is foreign to his tongue.

“Sexually excited,” you explain further, causing a blush to creep up his pale cheeks.

You return to your previous position of kissing him, trailing your kisses from his jaw to his neck as you tug on the hem of his shirt. He lifts himself up as you take his shirt off and trail your kisses down to his torso. His breath shifts from being fast to being heavy. 

As your mouth reaches the top of his happy trail, you look up to him and touch his crotch over his pants.

“Ngh,” he whimpers, “It hurts…”

“Yeah?” you coo, “I can fix that.”

You unbuckle his pants, sliding it down to the floor as you stare at him sitting with only his boxers. You rub his cock through his pants, making him moan needily. 

“Can I take these off?” you ask, hooking your fingers on the waistband of his boxers. He nods frantically.

The moment the boxers come off, you are surprised at how big he is. You take his cock, needing both your hands to jerk him off. His head falls back on the couch as he moans at your touch. You finally put him in your mouth. 

“Ohh yeah yes mmm,” he moans as you bob your head, letting his tip hit against the back of your throat. “Y/N… so good… right there yeah yeahh.”

Before you know it, he shoots his cum inside your mouth. You swallow and look up at him with a smile. “Feel better?”

He looks down at you with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and satisfaction. “What was that?”

“That was an orgasm. You just came.”

He is still panting. “That felt amazing.”

You chuckle. “I’m glad it did.” You straddle him again, your lips meeting his in an even more passionate kiss. This time, you moan into his mouth. His hand rakes over your body, sliding under your shirt as you hum.

“Can I take this off?” he asks and you nod in reply. You raise your arms as he takes off your shirt and reveals your bra-clad torso. He trails his fingers along the line of your lace bra. “Pretty,” he mutters before unclasping the hook to expose your perky tits. He reaches to grab them, his thumb flicks your nipples and you stifle a moan, your arousal pooling in your panties.

“Fuck, Cho… I need you…” you manage to say.

“Can I do the same to you?” he asks, sounding a little unsure of what he’s saying. “The thing you did to me?”

You don't waste a moment to breath out, “Yes, please.”

You lay on your back on the couch as he follows your path by kissing your jaw, then neck, finally reaching your tits as he sucks on your nipples, making you let out a soft moan, the sound music to Choso’s ears. He mimics your work as his mouth wanders down to your stomach, right above the waistband of your shorts. 

“Can I open this?” he asks. You lift your hips up in response and he slides your shorts down to reveal your lace panties, already wet from desperation. He slowly touches the wet patch, making you groan. He slides your panties off and the only way you’d describe the way you spread your legs is pathetic.

He takes a deep breath as your pussy comes into display, his eyes intensely observing every inch of your exposed body. He reaches his hand to touch your pussy lips.

You guide his fingers to your engorged clit. “Here… touch me here, please,” you pant out. “That’s the clit, the most sensitive part of female genitalia.”

He rubs slow circles on your clit, your eyes rolling back in response. “The clit,” he repeats. 

“Ngh, fuck, yes, baby,” you moan out. Inserting two fingers into yourself, you show Choso how to finger someone. Choso replicates your actions with two fingers while his thumb focuses on your clit. 

With that move, you absolutely lose your mind. Your eyes roll back and you let out a long moan, arching your back. “Yes, fuck yes, baby, keep going ahh ahh just like that mmmm fuck yeah yeah.”

He positions his head between your legs, his warm breath hits against your pussy before he starts nibbling at your clit while his two fingers hit your g-spot. You let out even louder moans, losing yourself into blissful pleasure you never want to return from, never want to be found again. 

You feel yourself tighten, the familiar anticipation rushing through your body before you let it all go with a loud moan. Choso sits up, his eyes raking over your glistening pussy with utter fascination as you look up at him panting. 

“Was it okay?” his nervous voice speaks.

You take a few breaths to collect yourself before answering. “That was amazing, baby.” He blushes in response. You notice his bulge again. “Cho, are you hard again?”

He looks down in embarrassment. “Oh, uhm– yeah.”

You crawl up to him and straddle his thighs which makes his breath hitch once again. You remove a few strands of hair from his face and cup his cheeks. “Do you trust me?” you ask him.

He doesn’t waste a breath. “Yes.”

You take his cock from beneath you and rub it before slowly inserting it in your pussy. The face Choso makes at that sensation can only be described as euphoric. “Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yes,” he breathes out desperately, “Yes, yes, please keep going.” With permission, you fully insert him inside of you, feeling a bulge inside your stomach. 

“Oh, fuck, you’re so big mmm,” you gasp out. “Can I move?” Choso nods and you begin to bounce slowly, gradually building up your pace. Every bounce, every thrust takes you both to the twilight zone. The sounds of pleasure echoes through the whole room.

“Oh, I’m close,” Choso says. You reach down to rub your clit to stimulate yourself. His eyes widen as he sees you do that and reaches his hand to pleasure you instead. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to spill out your cum. 

You get off him and lay on your back against the couch, panting heavily. Choso relaxes onto the couch with his head leaned against it. He looks between your spread legs, taking in the sight of his juices coming out of your pussy. 

“Are you okay?” you ask once again.

“Never been better.” 

A/N: Not me writing this while never having held hands romantically (I've never even had a talking stage).