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You get invited to a party and Megumi discovers a secret.

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Class has ended for the day and Megumi could finally let out a sigh of relief as he packed his things up and prepared to leave his most dreaded class of the week. The subject of the class itself wasn't the problem, in fact social sciences has always been an interest of his and he was lucky enough to get into this highly sought after elective class. He has been thoroughly enjoying the classes and although he did not participate in the discussions much, he was finding the content enlightening.

The only issue was between the enigmatic Gojo Satoru as his lecturer and his hot teaching assistant [y/n], Megumi has been finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate and follow along with Gojo's ramblings; never quite being able to ascertain whether what he was saying was relevant to the class or if he's gone off on another anecdote about his seemingly picture perfect life.

Outside of university, Gojo was a well-known businessman recognised for his impressive philanthropic work and his outspokenness about his unconventional thoughts when it came to their society and humankind as a whole. He seemed like the perfect addition to their faculty and he was originally meant to remain with the university on a temporary basis as a guest lecturer but he has since decided to stay on, giving classes only one term every year; it the most time he can probably spare while still running a company.

As brilliant as he was on paper, he really was something else in person and had a rather distinctive style when it came to teaching; meaning that Megumi usually had strain himself to pick up on the bits of wisdom that Gojo did occasionally throw in his maunderings. It was hard enough as it is to keep up with his lecturer's ever changing train of thoughts, but it has become near impossible now that you have started to sit by the front of the lecture hall where Gojo stood at his lectern.

Megumi already knew you were bad news the moment he met you. You were Gojo's teaching assistant but also happened to be the postgraduate student assigned as your peer mentor. This meant that he was actually supposed to spend quite a bit of his time at university with you even outside of class but he knew it was not a good idea. The reason why? Well, he might have a bit of an infatuation with you. It was stupid and felt so high school. Especially considering he had nothing to go by other than you were nice and too gorgeous for your own good. Literally every other guy from this class was the same and he was in no way any different. It was no secret that while all the female students had eyes for Gojo, the male students would rather leer at you than listen go Gojo spin another story about his golden days (or so he says). What golden days was he on about anyway? The guy really didn't behave that much older than the rest of the students!

Once packed up, he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way down the stairs from the top of the lecture hall where he usually liked to sit near the corner. It was the same side of the room you sat on and he happened to get a nice view of you from up there. Oh god, he was such an idiot.

"Fushiguro-kun," you called after him when he tried to pass by inconspicuously. You always spoke to Gojo after class and he thought you may have been distracted enough for him to leave unnoticed. "Please don't forget that we have our peer mentoring session in thirty minutes. It's not compulsory but it would be great if you could attend even if it's just to catch up."

"Okay, thanks," he nodded back blankly like he normally did whenever you spoke to him. At this point you must have realised that he had no intention of attending any non-compulsory activities (with you) but still you still made a point to ask him every fortnight when peer mentoring sessions were held.

"You really should attend, Megumi-kun. You know [y/n] is required to sit through that hour put aside for you even if you don't turn up?" Gojo chimed in rather unhelpfully, his stupidly stunning azure eyes peered over his dark sunglasses as he stared down Megumi, causing the younger man to flinch. His intention was to make Megumi feel worse and it worked. "Let's see… that's one, two, three, four, five… and if we include today, it'll be 6 hours of her time you've wasted."

Megumi could feel himself growing irritated as he watched his lecturer hold up his hand and counted out each finger childishly. Stupid, smug, sunglasses wearing bastard.

"It's fine, sensei. Don't pressure him," you scolded with a shake of your head before turning back to Megumi with a sweet smile, instantly making him feel uneasy and he hoped his face wasn't red. "Don't let him bully you into coming. Like I said, it's not compulsory and I'm allowed to do my own work in the time so it's not as if I'm just sat there waiting for you with nothing to do."

"Okay, thanks," Megumi said, only just realising he was repeating the exact same words he spoke before a loud noise by the door caught everyone's and Megumi grimaced when he saw his friend standing in the doorway.

"Megumiiii!" Yuuji hollered. "Oh hey Gojo-sensei. [l/n]-san! Perfect timing!"

"Hello Yuuji!" Gojo smiled back at the young man with a two finger salute and you waved to him with a smile. "Doing good?"

"Yeah, great," Yuuji approached them with a cheeky smile. "Say you two free this Friday? I'm co-hosting a house party Friday night if you two are interested."

"I've got plans, sorry," Gojo winked under his dark sunglasses. "Plus, you really sure you want an old man like me at your party?"

"I mean, I think you're pretty cool Gojo-sensei and you're not that much older than us anyway," Yuuji shrugged. "Plus the girls I live with specifically asked me to ask you. What, you got a better offer? A hot date or something?"

"Yuuji…" Megumi murmured. To this day he still surprised by how easily he can make a conversation flow even when broaching sensitive topics. "Let's just leave-"

"As a matter of fact, yeah I do have a date so no can do but I'm touched you would invite me. Maybe next time, huh?" Gojo chuckled lightly. "But you should go, [y/n]. Let your hair down a little. Mingle with the kids."

"Are you sure it's okay for me to come?" you asked, looking a little shy. "I'm not a freshman or even an undergrad anymore for that matter…"

"Sure yeah, it's open to everyone. There'll be other postgrads there as well and I mean even someone like Gojo-sensei was invited so you'll be just fine," Yuuji reassured her. "Megumi's coming too so that's one person you'll know."

"Right, okay… ouch," Gojo chuckled back dryly.

"Sure then, sounds like fun," you eventually nodded before reaching into your purse. "Should I get your contact details?"

"Yeah, good idea," Yuuji pulled his phone out of his pocket and you two swapped numbers. "Great, I'll text you the time and location. We should be off then!"

"Thanks, Itadori-kun. See you two."

Megumi followed Yuuji out of the classroom and took one final glance back to see both you and Gojo waving back to them with smiles on your faces. His lips tightened as he turned back around and followed Yuuji down the hallway.

There was always something about the two of you that seemed off. Both you and Gojo were quite open and friendly, his lecturer especially, but you two always looked particularly close in the way you spoke to each other and even just the small looks you would exchange during lectures. It was difficult to ignore when you two were probably the best looking people he's ever seen in his life.

It was undeniably easy to want to search for something between two attractive individuals simply because it would make so much sense on the surface level. There were some small rumours going on around initially when the term first started, more gossip than real rumours; but there were people who were saying you two probably had a deeper relationship seeing how young and rich Gojo was but mostly it was simply because how good you two looked together. There weren't any merits to those rumours though, Gojo has always had a bit of a reputation in regards to his high profile dating life and his usual type appeared to be composed of models or heiresses. Seeing pictures of him with a new woman week after week all over tabloids and on social media was enough to quell the students' whisperings.

God, he really was getting in over his head. As if it wasn't pathetic enough he spent a majority of class staring at you like some lovelorn idiot but now he was getting himself worked up over something that wasn't there.

"What was that?" Megumi frowned at his friend when they exited the building.

"What was what?" Yuuji turned to him. "… Okay, [l/n] is hot! I can't help it! Plus, I now have her number! … Why are you glaring at me? What? It's not like you like her, right?"

"I don't."

They entered the square in front of the building and met up with Nobara who had been waiting by the fountain. The trio lived together in a large house share with other first years and have grown close over the first few months of university. They made a habit of meeting up and walking back home together if they were on campus together, especially at the end of the day as it meant they could grab groceries together or head to a bar for a drink.

"I thought so. I mean you always look constipated when she's talking to you. Like you're in pain or something," Yuuji tutted as they made their way out of the gate. "I've noticed because she does seem to talk to you a lot… hm… no, there's no way she likes you."

"Someone likes Megumi? For real?" Nobara asked.

"It shouldn't be that surprising though?" Yuuji said thoughtfully. "Isn't Megumi pretty popular?"

"And that, I really don't get," Nobara shook her head with a sigh "But who are we talking about?"

"Gojo-sensei's T.A [l/n]."

"Her?" Nobara burst out laughing. "You wish, Megumi! As if she'd want anything to do with you."

"Not that it's any of your business but she's my peer mentor," Megumi sighed. "We have non-compulsory meetings every two weeks. She just likes to remind me."

"Wait, is it today?" Yuuji stopped in his tracks when Megumi nodded back. "Then why the heck are you coming back with us?"

"I'm not going."

"What? Seriously?!" Yuuji exclaimed. "That's horrible, Megumi!"

"You seriously suck. The absolute worst," Nobara chimed in with a sneer. "A girl like her probably has better things to do than waiting around for you and here you are wasting her time. At least be a man and go tell her you're not going."

"You've got to go. No excuses!" Yuuji began pushing Megumi back towards campus. "What is your excuse anyway?"

"I… I don't want to."

"Too freaking bad, idiot! Go now!"

The pair sent him running back to campus.

Unfortunately, he's never actually been to a session and he had no idea where he should go. He fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up his timetable on the university app, scrolling through until he found a peer mentoring session. He noted the room number and made his way there, thankfully it was a room that he has been to before and he was familiar with the route there. He was already late but for his own reasons, he did not want to show up covered in sweat and out of breath so he took his time getting there.

The classroom looked empty when he arrived, he peered through the glass windows leading inside and couldn't see you or anyone inside for that matter. He was absolutely sure this was the place but with nothing more he can do when met with an empty room, he pulled up his schedule again and groaned when he realised that the sessions were set in different locations. He quickly scrolled through and found the room number of today's session. It was a room he has never been in and in a building he rarely went to. He was already thirty minutes late by this point so he ran. The thought of you sitting there waiting for him becoming more and more evident in his mind.

It took him another ten minutes and he pretty much ran the entire way but he finally found it. The session today was held in a much smaller room, it was probably an office of some sort seeing as it was tucked away on the top floor on a corridor without any lecture halls. Megumi slowed his pace when he approached the room, adjusting his breathing and wiping the sweat off his forehead. Great. This was exactly what he was trying to avoid. Showing up late, sweating like a pig, panting away like he's just ran a marathon.

The door was opened a crack and he paused to take one last moment to fix himself up. It felt so dumb but the way you perceived him mattered to him. 'As if I'm not already forty minutes late,' he thought to himself when he heard something coming from inside. It was your voice. There was someone else inside speaking to you. A male's voice.

Megumi was about to knock and make his presence known when he heard you gasp and mewl.

"Stop it, sensei… we shouldn't."

"Why, kitten? You don't want to?"

It was him.

Megumi fucking knew it.

"It's not that… but what if he comes?"

Against his better judgement, Megumi tiptoed to the door and peeked in through the crack. What he saw blew away all his expectations and he froze in place, not daring to look away.

You were sat on a chair facing a desk with Gojo standing behind you, he had an arm snaked around your body and his hands were running across your chest, squeezing your perky breasts as he leant down and kissed your neck.

Megumi wanted so desperately to look away but he couldn't bring himself to do so when the object of his desire was looking so delectable and something dark within him urging him to carry on watching the illicit scene unfold before his eyes.

"You know these brats are never going to come so why bother?" Gojo asked whilst his hands continued to romp over your delicious body. "The other TA's don't even bother."

"Well sensei, I actually- Ah-!" you gasped again when Gojo licked the shell of your ear and kissed your jaw, his other hand slid along your collar and gripped your neck planting kisses along your face. He pushed your chin up so that you were now facing him with red cheeks and lidded eyes.

"Yess, [y-n]-chan?" Gojo teased you in a sing-song tone. "What was it you were trying to say, kitten?"

"I-I actually care about my job… so if you would please let me do- do my job…" you finally managed to whimper out before Gojo removed his hands and quickly pulled you up on your feet. "S-Sensei?"

Your eyes were wide with alarm as he turned you around and picked you up by the legs. He placed you on the desk and began to unbutton your blouse revealing your round creamy breasts held together by a white lace bra.

"Oh, you're such a good girl, aren't you, [y/n]? Always so helpful, so attentive and so caring towards my students…" he cooed as he held a finger out and gently began to trace the curves of your cleavage. Heat was pooling up in your nether regions and you let out a breathy sigh as you shuddered along to his delicate ministrations. "But is that it? I can't help but notice that you seem to careparticularly more about a certain student, hm?"

Without giving you a chance to respond, he suddenly cupped your breast and stepped in towards you, knocking your legs apart and hitching your skirt up. He held your backside so that he was pushed right up against you firmly and you let out an involuntary moan when you felt the telling bulge in his pants against your own wet sex, obscured only by your thin panties.

"I don't-" you started but before you could continue your protests, Gojo stole your lips with his and kissed you feverously. The hand on your back tightened, holding you in place as he grinded against you until you were both panting into your sloppy kiss. You were beginning to get lightheaded when he pulled away.

Gojo pulled off his sunglasses as he attempted to catch his breath, revealing his ridiculously gorgeous eyes, and tucked the glasses into the safety of his shirt pocket. You were completely entranced by him, he was without the doubt the most beautiful person you've ever laid eyes on; it was only a shame that he ruined it whenever he spoke.

"Fuuuck, do you see what you do to me, [y/n]?" he palmed at his giant erection over his trousers. You stared back at him breathlessly, looking between his crotch and his beautiful features before nodding back. "So who is it?"

His hands have found their way to your chest again whilst he was speaking and he un-cupped one of your breasts. A delicious moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue expertly glide along your sensitive nipple, he chuckled when he felt it instantly harden under his tongue before he sucked and nipped at your breast, causing you to tremble and cry out for mercy. You were nearing your breaking point and you were growing desperately impatient as you reached down to undo his belt and pants.

Gojo finally released your breast with a satisfying pop when he felt your soft hands on his hard length. His own hand reached underneath your skirt and lightly glided over soaked panties and grinned again in that handsome self-satisfied kind of way.

He pulled your panties apart when you guided his length to your quivering opening.

"Well?" he had the audacity to ask. "You know we shouldn't be picking favourites, [y/n]…"

Abandoning all your resolve, you finally whispered to him. "Well, wasn't I your favourite, Satoru?"

"Yes, and you still are my absolute favourite," Gojo buried his entire length inside you in one go, you cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was huge and you were never quite prepared enough even with foreplay. "Ahh… you're just the best, [y/n]. Come on, you gotta tell me who's the lucky guy? I want to know who you're thinking about while I'm fucking you like this. No wait, let me guess… is it Akira?"

His face flashed up in your mind.

"No, not him?"

Gojo continued to pound into you as he recited the names of the male students in your class. With each thrust, he picked up the pace and soon you were a panting mess, hardly hearing him much less registering the names he was saying.

Seeing that, Gojo slowed down and let you catch your breath. Perhaps he had been bullying you a little too much, but he couldn't help it; it was just so much fun and it turned him on to tease you while he was fucking you silly.

"Could it be… Megumi?" Gojo tried again, a knowing smile had already crept on his face before he finished his sentence and the furious blush on your face only confirmed what he had already known for weeks. "So it's Megumi, huh? So that's your type? I'm hurt [y/n]-chan, I thought I was your type."

"That's mean of you, Satoru…" you huffed between pants, pushing him back slightly with your hand and his hips stilled. "… After all, you were the one that said we couldn't be together…"

The room went deadly quiet.

Standing outside the room, Megumi's eyes widened as he felt almost disorientated from being suddenly dropped from the pleasurable high he had felt just watching you two. He wasn't even in the room and he could feel the tension that now hung the air, he could only imagine how unbearable it must have been in there right now.

Megumi watched as Gojo pulled out of you and hurriedly tucked his erection back into his boxers and winced when he did his trousers back up, obviously he was still hard and sensitive, but he quickly buckled up his belt and moved to grab his things.

"I'm sorry… let's just stop it here today, okay?" Gojo said to you as he slid his glasses back over his eyes. "… I'll see you next week. Have fun this weekend."

He watched as Gojo turned towards the door and panicked when he realised that he was right in the way. He had completely forgotten the position he was watching from and for the second time today, he ran like his life depended on it. He found an empty classroom along the corridor and quickly jumped inside and hid behind the door.

Footsteps echoed along the corridor as Gojo left the room and Megumi held his breath as the footsteps came closer, he closed his eyes and prayed that he wouldn't be found. Thankfully, Gojo walked by and Megumi relaxed as he watched his shadow pass through the gap of light shining into the dark classroom. It appeared that Megumi had gotten away with it but his mind was still on overdrive. He could hardly comprehend what he had just witnessed… what he had heard…

That he was right all along with his suspicions about you and Gojo. That you, the girl he (maybe, probably, likely) fancied, had confessed you liked him too whilst being fucked out of your mind by another man. This other man also happened to be his teacher and your superior. This was epically fucked up on new levels.

And how Megumi was feeling? Well… he was hard.