is when yuuji’s in trouble and it’s pathetic and embarrassing but he’s got a crush he can’t ignore. he doesn’t feel the effects on their walk back through dark alleyways. yuuji’s talking his ear off about how cool the mission was today, that he’s so grateful he’s got a kind

senpai that’s decided to teach him all the things he doesn’t understand yet. he only starts to feel it when yuuji brushes up against his side, skin prickling in goosebumps underneath his uniform blazer. he starts to feel his forehead slick with a sheen of sweat and his mouth

water with the urge to bite down. His canines start to ache and his breathing gets heavier with each passing second, eyes glued onto yuuji’s pretty, unprotected nape. he doesn’t wear a collar because he’s unpresented and he’s probably going to be a beta at this rate but gojo

can smell a hint of sweet musk that makes his knees wobble. he doesn’t even realize how quiet he’s been and how yuuji is shouting his name, stopping in his tracks to look up at a clearly unwell gojo. no sense of urgency or fear, just genuine concern for his hurt friend.

“is everything alright gojo-senpai?” he asks softly, reaching out to feel the back of his palm to gojo’s sweaty forehead. he should snap yuuji hand away from him and tell him to run far, far away from him. as fast as he can and call geto, shoko, someone to come get him.

it’s the right and responsible thing to do, the only thing he should be thinking of doing when he hand wraps around thin wrists but he just tugs yuuji closer to him. presses his confused face into his chest and cranes yuuji’s neck to the side before he can even properly think

about what he’s about to do. “gojo… senpai?” yuuji sounds scared for the first time around gojo, and it should make him feel sick— disgusted that he’s hurting the very person he loves— but all he can think about is how pretty yuuji’s scream will sound when he sinks

into his sweet flesh and how yuuji’s subtle scent makes his cock throb in his jeans. he doesn’t say another word before biting down harshly onto yuuji’s nape. right over underdeveloped scent glands to make sure it sticks and forms a nice scar to solidify their bond.

gojo tightens his grip on the smaller teen, forces him to stay put while yuuji cries out in pain from the teeth impaling his skin. yuuji does try, really tries to get gojo off him by sobbing out about how it hurts, how it’s so painful he feels like he might die.

gojo can’t hear him, can’t think straight or even see straight. just licks over yuuji’s fresh mating bite while scurrying to get his clothes off of him and yuuji despite their less than ideal location.

ohhh i should write more but i fucking tired… forced breeding… bitching… ywehh imagine i wrote it yeah 🙂‍↕️