the time the message had loaded on his screen, goes through many stages of teenage horny and doesn't sleep through the night. ⬇️⬇️ Thread Starts Here ⬇️⬇️

Yuuji had gotten back from a long mission that had lasted him an entire weekend. A long weekend away from the school, and most importantly, a long weekend away from his students. Sighing, he drops his bags onto the couch, tiredly padding his way to the kitchen to grab the

bottle of whiskey he'd had stashed for nights like these. He pours half a glass and downs it in one go, wincing at the burn down his throat and down his stomach as it settles warmly. Yuuji doesn't linger, and he finds himself going through the motions to get ready for a much

awarded rest. Once showered, teeth brushed and in bed, he picked up his quickly dying phone and plugs it in, scrolling through his socials. Bored. Nothing new from the last 3 hours. Pulling up his gallery, he searches for a set of photos he kept safely guarded, hidden.

The set located, his eyes gaze at the image he favored the most. The imagine of him wearing a corset, fingers spreading out his folds, engorged clit slick and shiny. His eyes trace the curves of his body, scarred chest barely noticeable, but there.

A blush spreads across his cheeks. A low simmer burn starting up. "Not tonight Yuuji" he whispers to himself, exhaustion evident in both his voice and demeanor. His eyes drooped with exhaustion as he fought a losing battle in an attempt to keep himself up a little longer to send

a quick message to his students to let them know he was okay and home. His fingers swipe across the screen blearily, and his eyes give out, sleep taking over him. Gone to the world and ignorant to the fact he'd sent one student in specific the photo of himself he'd kept

private. Gojos was sprawled on his back in bed with his phone held at a distance over his face when the screen lights up, signaling an incoming message. But nothing could have prepared him or his his cock for the image that had loaded onto his screen. His Yuuji sensei. Lewd.

The phone slips out of his hold and lands directly over his eye as it finally, and fully registered in his mind what he was seeing. "ACK! FUCK" he rubs at his now tender eye, his heart beating out of his chest and quickly grabs at his phone again to look at the image closer.

His sensei for better words was enthralling. Corset tight around his body, legs spread out to expose himself where he stood, a clit he didn't know he had, slick, big and shiny. His mouth waters at the sight. His unrelenting crush on his teacher skyrockets. Sensei was a dream.

He swallows the saliva that gathered in his mouth as he used the keypad to zoom in on the image, burning it into his mind. A lick of heat traveling to his cock. His pajamas quickly becoming unbearably tight. "Did he ... mean to send this" the question is whispered into the room

. The question weighing him down as his mind ran a mile a minute in search of probable answers. The only conclusion coming up being that it was meant for someone else. That left a bad taste in his mouth, but it didn't stop the burning in his stomach. He slides a hand down his

pajama pants and grabs ahold of his cock, his back arching slightly when he tightens his hold around it, thumbing the wet slit. All thoughts on his sensei, how he would look under him, ontop of him, and best of all, how his cunt would look wrapped around his cock. A moan escapes.

His eyes razor focused on the zoomed in image on his phone, he pumps himself with an erratic pace, desperate to cum. What inevitably pushes him over the edge into an oragsm was brief thought of Yuuji senseis cunt dripping into his mouth. Eyes squeezed tightly as he milked his

cock into overstimulation, breathe coming out in harsh pants, skin tingling. He lay bonelessly in bed, and his phone slipped out of his hold. A heavy sigh pushing past his lips. Gojo groans loudly. It was going to be a long night.

The next morning in class, things were eerily silent. Yuuji had noticed the bruise on Gojos' eye along with the deep bags under them hair a mess but held his tongue. It could wait. Shoko and Geto had obviously had their laughs if their sly grins were anything to go by.

Time goes by slowly, painfully so. Gojo wouldn't look at him in the face, skin bursting with a deep pink when he spoke to him. It was out of character for his student, especially when he'd be flirting up a storm by now. This only confused him even more. When the session ends,

Yuuji pointedly stares Gojo down. "You stay Gojo-kun." He doesn't miss the teens' full body freeze, yuujis brow arches. "Good luck" came from Getos' lips as he patted Gojo on the back, mirth dancing on his face. Even behind the shades, Yuuji knew he was glaring at his friends

Yuuji leans on the edge of his desk when it's only the two of them left. He crosses his ankles and taps his fingers on the flat surface. Gojo was pointedly ignoring him now. He tilts his head with a small frown playing on his lips. "Are you going to ignore me, Gojo-kun?"

Gojos cheeks still tinted pink, lips in a full pout. It would have been cute any other time, but his concern was the bruise that littered his face. "I'm not ignoring you." He snorts. "Yes, you are. You won't look at me." Yuuji huffs and rolls his eyes. "Where'd the bruise

come from?" He notes the shift quickly in Gojos' demeanor as he finally looks at him, reflection of himself in his glasses, beneath it the faint blue eyes. "I dropped my phone on my face." The answer was cut dry, but he felt there was more to it. So naturally, Yuuji pushes again

. "Did you sleep last night?" A strangled sound leaves Gojos throat, his hand running through his unkempt hair. "No" His student reduced to awkwardness was, new. He uncrosses his ankles and makes a move to stand, but Gojo bolts straight for the door. The only thing uttered

was a quick "check your messages" Yuuji stands there confused. He now stood alone in the room, hands reaching in his pocket to pull out his phone. Locating the messages, he sees a sent message, a photo , and his body runs cold. 'I didn't-' opening the chat, he feels his soul

leave him. Mortification running through every pore of his body. It was the photo he had last looked at. He swallows back the lump that formed in his throat, and with trembling hands, he dials Gojos number. He needed to apologize and hope he'd forgive him.

-- The moment Gojo rushes out of the class with his heart beating out of his chest and his pants getting increasingly tighter around his fattening up cock, he teleports to his room all while ignoring the annoying sounds of his ring tone. He cups his cock through his clothes and

a moan surrounds him. Sweat prickling his skin. Darting to his bed, he falls down on it, groaning as he grinds into the covers, breath picking up at the tempo of his heartbeat. Images flash behind his eyes again, and in the next moment, he's grabbing his phone to pull up the

image of his teacher for what seemed like the 100th time in less than 24 hours. When he pulls up the image, he zooms in again, grabbing the pillow to slot between the bed and his aching cock. Pretending that Yuuji was under him. His hips frantically fuck into the pillow, moaning

completely unrestrained. "Ah- Yuuji sensei-," he whines, teeth digging into his lips in concentration, eyes tracing every inch of the image. The phone rings again, and he scrambles to decline, a low growl of frustration erupts. Come. He wanted to come.

His hair clings to his forehead, shades skewed, breath coming in and out heavy as the coil in him continues to tighten, desperate to reach orgasm. Not caring that he was ultimately going to cum into his clothing. The rutting into the pillow gets harder, shaking the bed with

each thrust - hitting the wall with loud "thumps" in the process. He didn't care. It felt too good to stop. Close. He was close until the shrill of his phone started up again. In his clumsy attempt to decline the call, he presses the 'accept' button. His teachers sweet