Gojo x female Y/N **SMUT**
Y/N is the daughter of a powerful sorcerer who wants to take Gojo Satoru down.
YOUR MISSION: Infiltrate the academy. Discover Gojo's weaknesses. But whatever you do, don't get too close.
THE PROBLEM? Gojo's taken an unusua...
POV: You're the daughter of a powerful sorcerer who wants to take Gojo Satoru down.
YOUR MISSION: Infiltrate the academy. Discover Gojo's weaknesses. But whatever you do, don't get too close.
THE PROBLEM? Gojo's taken an unusual interest in you, and now, you're stuck by his side.
THE CHERRY ON TOP: Your target is determined to make you like him. It's irritating as hell, and you're not sure you can survive the mission without going insane and tearing his eyes out.
CW: 18+ Some drinking, swearing. Things will get spicyyyy but I might keep this version generally clean, then post the NSFW version as a duplicate story with a Mature warning. Haven't decided yet.
Hope you enjoy!!
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"Why don't you like me, kitten?" Gojo asked, slumped in his chair, cheeks flushed.
Gods, that nickname! Why the nickname? I've told him a thousand times to call me Y/N.
"Why wouldn't I like you?" I deadpanned, eyes on the window. The city of Tokyo was spread out beneath us, glittering in the dark.
I'd be getting the signal soon. Father was supposed to be releasing several special grade curses in the city. My job was to watch Gojo fight and observe his weaknesses.
If he even had any.
He threw his hand up. "That's what I'm saying! What isn't there to like? I'm fantastic. But you don't seem to..." he trailed off, then hiccuped.
"Is it hot in here?" he wondered, touching the chilled sake bottle to his flushed cheeks.
Stupid man gets drunk on a night he's supposed to be teaching. Fucking idiot. Is this guy really in charge of students? Seriously?
I mean, I knew he was powerful, but he was just so irresponsible. I mean, who sent students into a curse-infested warehouse? And then left them?
"No. You're just wasted," I answered. The city was quiet, still. But for how much longer?
Where was the signal?
Hot breath brushed my ear as Gojo whispered, "Do you like me better drunk or sober?"
I jumped in my seat, but the lounge chairs didn't give me too much room to escape.
So I punched the bastard.
Gojo avoided my fist, chuckling and leaning away. "There it is! That fire! Who would have thought you'd be so violent? That first day, you were all bleeding and feeling up my muscles —"
"I was not!" I growled.
"— and reaching for my blindfold, like you couldn't wait to see what was underneath. You were half-unconscious, sure. But I'll bet that's not the only thing you wanted to see bare —"
