meal on wheels

Gojo couldn't help himself. He ran into Shoko’s room in a hurry, digging through your clothes, practically ripping your suitcase open as he searched.

There they were.

Gojo’s eyes glazed over when he found the blue pair of panties tucked into the bottom of your laundry bag. Well, panties were a poor choice of words to describe what was fisted between his hand and fist right now. The thin piece of lace with a bow on it sported a deep, dark stain on the crotch string. Gojo hunched over, breathing heavily as he opened the curtains wider to take in the sight of your barely clothed body shining in the falling sun.

You bend down to pick up a fallen bottle and fuckkkkk…

Your ass is open to everyone, the same ass that was inches from his face. He lifted the blue lace to his nose as he continued working on his cock with his other hand.

The lingering scent of pure you mixed with the musk of his precum. He was in a lustful daze; he wasn’t in control of his body anymore. He went this far, it wouldn’t be so bad to taste them… right? 

“Satoru, where are you?” Shoko’s voice in the distance.

Gojo was so close, there wasn’t time to panic. He stuffed the panties into his mouth, muffling his moans as he tasted the remnants of you.

Just bend a bit lower… he prayed while leaning against the window.

“Are you seriously in your room? Everyone’s downstairs!” Shoko yelled from down the hall, “Where are you?”

“Omfff…” Gojo whimpered as you wiped the whipped cream from your lip and licked it.

Gojo spilled his seed all over his stomach. The sliding of his glasses and damp clothes stuck to his skin were mere reminders of the filth he had just indulged in.

“Why are you in my room?” Shoko asked, raising a brow, staring at her twin.

“Just wanted to uh…” Gojo responded out of breath and flustered. He tucked his cock back in smoothly and let his button-down fall over the crime scene on his abs, “Just wanted to get some overhead shots of the party,” he coolly replies.

“Do it from your room, weirdo,” Shoko rolls her eyes, then meets him at the window, “I need to tell y/n to put all her clothes in a bag, it smells weird in here…” she says while looking around at the clothes on the floor, “she’s making herself a little too comfortable here too fast.”

“I can grab one from downstairs for her and leave it in here?” Gojo replies, looking for an exit.

“Yeah, sure. Also, bro,” Shoko says, looking at her brother, “whatever you choose to do next, I hope you still visit home every once in a while. I’m going to law school in Kyoto, and I need someone to check on Sukuna and make sure he’s doing okay. I can’t have his actions affecting my career, so make sure he’s doing good, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he shuffles awkwardly.

“Why are you acting so weird?” She questions while examining him, “What the hell did you do?”

“Uh….”

“Or rather, what did you see?” she says while looking outside, “You creep! Ew!”

“I-It’s not what it looks like, I swear I was just–”

“Ew! Why the hell are they cracking in front of the window!” She says while gagging, “And why were you watching? That’s our brother!”

“What are you talking about?” Gojo says while joining her side. Oh. That’s what she meant.

As taboo as it was, he couldn’t look away. The thin curtains didn’t leave much to the imagination. There stood Sukuna, fucking Yuki against the glass. She was crying, while Sukuna threw his head back. She tried to pull his head for a kiss, but he just pushed her cheek into the steamed window. There was a sliver of an opening that aimed right at the patio. Gojo, still staring with an unwavering stronghold, followed his older brother’s gaze. There he met you. The one he wished would be staring at him, instead of his older brother.

“I’m going to throw up,” Shoko said, shielding her eyes, “This is so shameless. I’m starting to remember why I liked it more when he was gone. Let’s go.”

Shoko pulled her brother away from the window and towards the door.

“I’m going to meet you downstairs. I’m going to shower and change,” Gojo lies. Shoko nods and leaves with a shudder. Gojo shuffles to his room and opens the blinds to watch his brother pound into Yuki with a relentless pace. Although he couldn’t see their hips meet, he could sense the force from how much they were moving. 

To his surprise, Sukuna breaks his gaze from your drying body and makes eye contact with his younger brother on the second floor, and winks. Gojo knew he should back away and hide, but he was frozen. 

Sukuna asserts his dominance by mouthing watch this.

Sukuna picks up the pace with Yuki. Her face was completely smushed, with her tongue hanging out. The glass fogged; a clear drop of drool collected at the sill. Sukuna’s eyes fixate on you, bouncing a ball into the air, your breasts about to escape your top. With one last powerful thrust, Sukuna releases Yuki and spits on her ass one last time before walking away with a knowing smile.

That's it for now! Lots of tension and build-up that will lead to the final scene. Most likely, in 2-3 chapters, I'll decide what I want to do.

Check in tomorrow for the full part 1!

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“What do you think about this?” Suguru asked as he sat above you, strumming on his guitar. You were sitting on the floor between his legs, focused on your eight-page paper.

“In a sec,” you reply while wrapping up the sentence you were on.

“Take a break…” Suguru whined, trying to pry the laptop from your speedy fingers.

“Sugu, it’s due in two days. I will listen in a sec.”

“Mhmm.” He sulked, leaning back into the sofa and continuing his chord progression.

Days like this were stressful- due to the plethora of assignments that piled on- but soothing in a way. Your schedules never aligned this often, but he was so entirely enamored with you that he’d do anything to spend his free time just being with you. 

“I can’t believe it’s been three hours and I only have my outline done,” you sighed while resting your head on his knee.

“You got this,” he replies while running a hand soothingly through your hair while the other writes something down on the notepad next to him, “I believe in you.”

“Do you need anything to help you focus? Am I being too loud?” he asks while going to the kitchen and lighting your favorite candle, “I can make you a snack?”

“Do you mind getting me some fruit? I feel like I need some brain food.” You asked while cracking your knuckles and continuing to type away.

He nods and walks back over, handing you a cut persimmon with the skin peeled off. Suguru always knew what you needed before even saying it out loud.

Humming in appreciation you immediately start chewing on the sliced fruit.

Eyeing him from the corner, you see him looking out of your apartment window. It was raining hard outside, his favorite. 

“Anything else you need to work on?” you ask. He shrugs his shoulders. 

“Not much else, I want your opinion on what I have then I’ll see what I can add from there. Don’t worry though,” he turns to look at you with a small smile, “I can wait.”

Suguru has always been supportive of your dreams and aspirations. It was a shock when he told you he wouldn’t be joining you at university, but would instead pursue music. Although it was an adjustment, you supported him, and he rooted for you. It seemed to be working out; he passed the first two rounds of auditions for a big music company, and it looked like things were finally looking up for him. 

Domain was the biggest band in the city. They were known for their upbeat ragers at underground venues, to their surprisingly heartfelt slow songs, sang to a crowd filled with phones and lighters raised in the air.

Gojo and Geto have always been attached at the hip. It's like the blind following the blind. Gojo was the loud, extroverted, smooth talker. Meanwhile, Geto preferred to observe and support both Gojo's rights and wrongs. As obnoxious as Gojo could be, he had the voice of an angel. So naturally, they spent lots of their youth songwriting together- Gojo sang, and Geto played the guitar and did the composing. Now, Gojo is the lead vocalist of Domain.

He met Sukuna at the gym. He was lifting, and though he may not admit it, he needed a spot for a bench that was a bit too ambitious. Now he uses his huge arms as Domain's drummer. Toji came into the Domain after seeing the group's flier at the local diner. Always a guy in need of quick cash, he was the only one who showed up for auditions. Thank god he was good.

Things were picking up so fast for Domain that it was hard to keep up. Some days you wouldn’t see him at all, and some days he would pick you up from class and would stay glued to your side. He claims that he ‘soaked up inspiration from you,’ hence the constant quality time and skinship. He knew you were working hard, pursuing a higher education was so important to you and your family, and he wanted to be present every step of the way. 

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru also had a dark cloud overlooking him, mirroring the city in front of him. He hasn’t yet told you that he passed the third and final round of auditions for his company and would be slated to move to Japan before the end of the year to begin his training. He couldn’t bear to break the news to you, not yet. Not when you were so close to finishing one of your hardest semesters yet.

“I think I can pull you away from that screen now y/n,” he says while tugging you away from the black-and-white screen.

“Hey! I’m not finished yet! I thought you said you could wait” you pouted trying to get loose.

“You’ve been working nonstop, you aren’t being as productive anymore.” He chuckles while slotting you to the seat across from him.

“Hi.” he smiles at you.

“Hi,” you respond.

There’s a moment of silence shared between you two. The only sound was the soft pitter-patter from outside hitting the patio. He stared at you lovingly. You could tell something was wrong, but you couldn't find the words to ask him just yet, too entranced by the current hold he has on you.

“So, the song, yeah?” you finally whisper aloud. 

“Hold on,” he replies, licking his lips and searching every inch of your face, memorizing this very moment to inspire him for what he’s about to play.

“What’s the holdup? Don’t get stage fright in front of me now, Geto,” you lightly say while giggling.

“I, I just want to make you proud, okay?” he finally says with sad eyes.

“You always will.”

Guilt washed over him. Things were great, perfect even. But he just had to aspire for more. He should be satisfied with what he has now; he’s close to home, has a stable music career here in Canada, and most importantly, you. But just like you, he had the moon, but he wanted every damn star in the galaxy. He didn’t want change, but nothing could satiate the hunger for something more. He was leaving because he knew that this life, now, wasn’t enough.

“Okay.” he takes a moment to gather himself, taking in some deep breaks and shaking his nerves out through his hands.

“Let’s hear it!” you shuffle sitting up straight in your chair.

He lets out one final breath before starting a low strum on his guitar. Flashes of memories throughout your relationship flash before his eyes. Your first snow day in high school after getting your license, when you couldn’t get the ice off of your windshield, to the countless nights of watching reruns of Criminal Minds in your small shared apartment. 

He hits the chorus for the first time, opening his eyes to look around the room, unable to meet your eyes just yet. Pictures of you two littered the walls, filled with your smiling and laughing faces. 

He mumbles small noises of nonsense to fill in the parts he doesn’t know what to put in between, sometimes trying out some lyrics at the top of his head. He shakes his head and chuckles when words don’t rhyme or quite fit. In return, you share a smile enjoying him delving into his craft.

There’s something about the way that he can lose himself completely, in his little world, and for brief moments, you’re able to enter his mind, envisioning every note in a flow of synesthesia. He’s able to create color and landscape through sound, and what’s crazier is that he doesn’t even realize the extent of his art.

“And… I guess that’s it. What’d you think?” He asks as he lets out a final strum. The warmness of his music is still palpable in the room, despite the cold and dark weather that demands to be let inside. 

You take another moment staring at the man in front of you. He bit his fingers in anticipation. His large white tee hung loosely on his shoulders, his leg bounced, waiting for your feedback.

Everything is perfect.

Nothing can take this moment away from you two. 

No words could exactly encapsulate how you felt so you decide to throw your arm around him. 

Suguru lets out a sigh of relief as he sets his guitar to the side, “So I guess you liked it?” then reciprocates by pulling you into his lap.

“I loved it, Sugu. I can’t wait to hear it all together. I liked that chord progression, I can hear it on the radio one day,” you mutter into his shirt.

The light taps of rain outside were accompanied by the soft whimpers from the man whose chin sat upon your head.

“I’m always going to be here for you y/n,” he jaggedly says.

You two sat in each other's embrace for what seemed like an eternity. 

“Let me show you something,” he says, breaking the silence and adjusting your position to where your back is flush against him.

He set the guitar in your hands, “Let’s start from the top, yeah?”

That night he taught you the song on his guitar, sometimes you filled in lyrics that felt right.

“They know we got the chemistry…” Geto sings.

“Love how your body feels on me, when you get back let me get that…” you finish with a small laugh.

“Yo!” he jumps up, lifting your laughing frame into the air, “That’s a bar!”

“Are you jealous that I may be a better singer than you?” you giggle back.

“You’re coming for my career, baby girl!”

—

Six more hours.

Six more hours until this paper is due, and you’re almost done with this last page. 

Six more hours until the hell that was this semester is finally done.

Six more hours until you can crawl into bed with Suguru and take a long-deserved nap.

“Almost there, baby,” he says while massaging your shoulders.

“I got this,” you say while typing furiously.

“Hell yeah, you do.”

Your train of thought was interrupted by his ringtone going off from behind you.

“I’ll be right back, when I come back you better have this paragraph done!”

Sending him a stiff salute you continued to trudge on as he stepped into your bedroom and closed the door.

“Geto! What’s going on, my man? Happy holidays!” his new manager cheered into the phone.

“It’s going well, just spending some time with family and friends while I can,” he replies while lying down on your bed and grabbing a stuffed My Melody to hold against him.

“Well, I’m glad you have been enjoying your last moments of freedom while you can. Speaking of which, I do have an early Christmas present for you!”

“Awesome! What is it?” 

“Well, the company wants you to start as soon as possible. I played them your band's audition, and they think you can finish your training in less than a year!”

“That’s amazing!” he shoots up and runs his hands through his hair, “when do I fly out? Next year, I hope?”

“Geto, I did say Christmas present, didn’t I? You’ll leave the day after the 25th. I bought you some more time to spend with your family, but you’ll be spending the new year here, in Japan!”

Suguru felt his heart drop. That was in two weeks. 

Two weeks to eat all the food he can.

Two weeks to practice with the band.

Two weeks to say goodbye to his family.

Two weeks to erase all traces of his friend groups’ antics.

Two weeks till he has to leave you.

“Uh… two weeks… wow that’s really soon.” 

“Absolutely! Now rest up, this year is going to be the craziest experience of your life!”

His manager kept going on about the potential future he had coming for him. But he couldn’t seem to focus on all the newfound information. Slowly feeling the aroma of you envelop him fully, being surrounded by you everywhere, it was suffocating. 

How is he going to tell you?

“I finished it!” he heard your jumps of triumph in the distance, echoing to the pits of his empty stomach, “I’m finally done with this God-awful semester! One more year till graduation!”

You burst through the door, interrupting his pensive state, wrapping yourself around him.

“You okay, babe?” You realize pulling away slowly, eyeing his sweating frame, “You look a bit sick, want me to make you some soup?”

“Oh no, I’m fine, just fine really,” he shallowly laughs, pulling himself away from you and moving to turn on the fan, “just got a little warm is all.”

“Who called?” you asked before flopping on the bed and sighing, “was it your manager? Did you get the job?”

“Uh yeah…” he shuffled, not meeting your eyes, “It was my manager, he had some good news…”

“Oh my God, did you guys pass?” you pounced on him, awaiting the news.

“Uh… yeah, I did.” he lied.

With an excited squeal, you shower him in kisses and tight squeezes, your love for him unfaltering, “When do you leave?”

“Not for another year,” he smiles, not looking at you.

“Hopefully you’ll still be here for my graduation…” you sighed, “Nonetheless I’m glad I get to keep you to myself for a bit longer.

—

December 25, 2022

“And this one's for you babe,” you smiled plopping the present into his hands. The Christmas tree behind him set the picture-perfect scene. Surrounded by your closest friends and family exchanging presents in your matching red and green pajamas, bellies full from the holiday feast, and presents waiting to be opened. 

He happily obliged and ripped into the small package immediately. His eyes were wide as he lifted the contents with careful fingers.

“It’s a guitar pick,” you explained, seating yourself in his lap as he closely examined it, “so when you practice, you’ll always remember that I’m with you, cheering you on.”

He flipped the small piece over and nearly shed a tear at the small gold embossed scrawling you had designed a tiny heart.

“But hey, just because you have this doesn’t mean you can just stop cutting your fingernails! Also, it’s a reminder of me scolding you to stop biting your nails!” he chuckled lightly.

He didn’t have any words, mostly scared that he was going to start choking up if he even dared to open his mouth.

His present for you sat heavy in his pocket, the box weighing him down, anchored to the floor. Or was it the guilt that sat in his chest?

“Geto!” your friend Yuji shouted while making his way over, interrupting his contemplation, “Heard the great news! So excited for you, man! Look at you, finally pursuing your passion! It feels like yesterday you guys were just practicing in the garage.” 

“Thank you, man, I appreciate it,” Suguru responds, reaching a hand out to dap him up.

“Say, can’t believe you’re leaving so soon, what a shame, your mom has been a mess crying every time she hears your name.”

“We will make the most of the time we have together, that’s for sure,” you interject, snuggling into Suguru.

“Well, you two better hurry,” Yuji says while looking at his watch, “Time's ticking…”

“Well, good thing he leaves-”

Suguru suddenly stands up, meeting Yuji before you can finish your sentence, “Yeah, I mean, we will make it feel like a year, that’s for sure! Gotta spend as much time with my girl as possible!” While patting his shoulder rather harshly and pleading with him with his eyes.

“Uh… Dude did you not-”

“Itadori! Did you try the cherry cheesecake that she made? It’s so good! Let’s go have some now!”

“But I’m allergic!”

“Be right back, babe, just going to get a slice!” 

Suguru pulls Yuji by the scruff of his neck to the kitchen.

“Did you seriously not tell her yet? You leave tomorrow! Eighteen hours to be exact!” He harshly whispers to Geto.

“I just haven’t had the right moment to tell her yet…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “It’s going to break her.” 

“You know what might break her more? She wakes up tomorrow and goes over to your house to only be told you left the country!”

“I know!” he yells a bit too loudly. Everyone in the house turned to the shouting two with questioning eyes.

“Sorry folks! Just talking about some music things!” 

“Geto, you are going to quite literally ruin her. The only thing you are accomplishing-” 

“A toast!” The pair was interrupted by Geto's parents, who asked everyone to gather around.

“We are not done here, you will tell her tonight,” Yuji states, shoulder-checking Suguru before grabbing a champagne flute and joining everyone.

He takes a moment to collect himself before plastering a fake smile and rejoining at your side.

“Thank you, everyone, for joining us here tonight. As you all know, Christmas is such a lovely time for all of us to reunite and enjoy each other’s company,” his dad announces.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen some of you, that I almost didn’t recognize a few!” a chorus of chuckles resounded before he cleared his voice and continued, “As some of you may or may not know, God has truly blessed one a few of our own with the opportunity of a lifetime,” everyone turned towards Suguru with proud smiles, “And I would like to thank each and every one of you who supported and believed in our dear son and his friends. We are all so proud of you and can’t wait to see you make music for the whole world to hear!” 

“That’s my boyfriend!” You shouted from the back, also receiving a chorus of laughter. 

“Though we may not see you for a while, just know we are rooting for you, all of us here at home, love you dearly,” his mom chimed in, raising her glass towards him, “to Domain.”

“To Domain!” Everyone cheered, raising their glasses in unison.

“To Domain…” you softly said, confused while looking up at him. 

Suguru was sweating. Puddles.

He weakly lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp, not making eye contact with your questioning eyes beneath him. 

“Baby? What does she mean for a while? You don’t leave for a long while?” you ask with lips pouted.

“Uh… I think she just means that you all won’t see me for a bit because… I uh… will be busy getting ready to leave for training is all! Yeah! I am just so excited to be diving into my craft!”

“Oh. Okay. She made it sound like you were leaving tomorrow or something,” you chuckled sipping from your glass, “So, what did you get me for Christmas?”

Already flustered, he was saved by his ringtone, “Not yet, lemme take this real quick, it’s my manager.”

You nodded, turning to wait for your turn for the karaoke microphone while he stepped out onto the porch in the cold.

“Merry Christmas boys!” his manager sang to him in a group call, “How is everyone's day going?”

"Can we please cut the pleasantries?" Toji sighs.

"Let's make this quick, yeah? Sukuna and I want to get some practice in tonight," Gojo whines. Sukuna lets out a soft grunt in agreement.

“Uh…” Suguru huffed out, a puff of visible breath leaving his mouth as he shivered, “It’s been good. Hard to say goodbye.”

“Well, it’s another Christmas miracle, boys! Luckily for you, however very unlucky for the company, all the airports in Canada have been temporarily unable to send out or land any planes due to severe weather warnings, so we won’t be able to fly you out for a bit. I went back and forth with the company and bought you some more time, so you’ll leave the first of the year! New year, new beginnings, am I right?”

Geto couldn’t believe his ears. 

More time with you. More time to tell you.

“Are you serious?” he choked out.

“Yes! So please, tell that girlfriend of yours, I have a feeling you haven’t been able to break the news,” he pokes.

"I really don't want to sit next to you on the plane if you're going to be crying the whole time," Toji chuckles.

“Man… shut up, and what makes you think that?” 

His band mates harmonize a resounding jester of boo's.

“Well, considering the first file you sent over to me of singing samples was painful ballads, I would guess that you haven’t told her, or you two broke up. And we all just know neither one of you could do that.”

"Pussy whipped!" Sukuna laughs, and the others join in.

Suguru looks down the street, blurry colors barely visible due to the heavy amounts of snow falling, “I’ll tell her soon. Just not on Christmas.”

The lot spent a few more minutes talking about logistics and excitement before he went back inside.

How is he going to break the news to you?

–

Suguru was able to successfully avoid you for the remainder of the party, too many aunties and uncles pulling him away to congratulate him- even sneaking a few bills and checks into his pocket- and asking way too many questions about the future that made his head spin.

From time to time he would look over and see you playing with the heaps of children with their new toys, or holding some lady’s newborn baby, or helping his mom pack people’s takeaway plates. One aunt had to quite literally snap her fingers in front of his face to redirect his attention because he couldn’t stop swooning over you holding a set of sleeping baby twins. 

“I like her,” his aunt smiled while joining him in the hallway, “She’s the type you want to lock down.”

“I love her.”

“Then don’t break her heart, soon is coming whether you like it or not.”

You were now playing hide and seek with a few of the older kids and saw your bright red socks peeking out from under the tall curtains giving your spot away immediately.

“Only a coward will let something this small get in the way.” his aunt pats his shoulder before walking away.

—

“You know you never had the chance to give me your Christmas gift…” You trail while face-timing Suguru in bed.

“You’ll get it soon, don't worry,” he laughs, shuffling the sheet music on his desk.

“You know, it is customary to exchange presents on Christmas right?”

“I am aware, I’ll give it to you next time I see you. New Year’s Eve right? We’re still going over to Yuji's?”

“I should be back by then.”

Trying to find the right time to tell you was arduous. The day after Christmas, your family surprised you with a trip to New York to visit some of your family there. Just more time wasted where he couldn’t spend his last waking moments of freedom with you. Scrolling through Instagram, it tugged at his heartstrings seeing you smile and laugh with cousins you haven’t seen in a while, unaware of the disastrous news waiting for you at home with him. 

Cheers to the end of Fall 2022! Your caption reads, a boomerang with you cheering to the camera, a pint of beer daring to spill over.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” he asks.

“Nine pm,” you respond yawning, “a few more stops for sightseeing, then my cousin is dropping us off at the airport.

“Am I still picking you up to go back to the apartment?”

“Yes please.”

There was movement on your end of the camera due to your cousins wrestling you to the ground, trying to sneak a peek at your boyfriend.

“Hi, hyung!” one of the younger ones shouted with a toothless smile.

“Hello, hello! Please be careful with my girlfriend, she is highly valuable to me!” he chuckles, leaning back into his bed. 

“No promises! She needs to take us ice skating now and she hasn’t gotten dressed yet!” he whines back.

“Okay okay, I surrender! Please get off, I’ll get ready now!” 

He bids you a farewell and heads to bed. 

One more sleep until it’s time to see you.

–

December 31, 2022

“Red or blue for tonight?” you shout from your closet.

“Hmm… I am wearing baby blue tonight. How about that dark blue dress you bought the other day?” he replies by sporting a towel around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. 

 “The sparkly one or the satin one?” you walk up behind him as he spits into the sink, taking in the options through the mirror.

“Definitely sparkly, it is New Year's Eve after all.”

“I don’t even want to go out…” You whine, leaning onto his back and pecking his shoulder, “Can we just stay in…?” continuing a path of open-mouth kisses to his neck.

“Hell no! Yuji will kill us if we don’t show up! He’s been planning this all month!” he says, trying not to give in to your feeble attempts at seduction and focus on shaving his faint mustache.

“But I don’t wanna… the new year means another day closer to you leaving and I want to spend every minute with you!”

His back tenses at the mention of his departure.

“Yeah… me too, baby,” he says, shrugging you off and heading towards the dresser to grab some boxers, “but let’s celebrate rather than think about that!”

The fresh hot shower couldn’t ease the nervousness that he felt. He was keeping this a secret.

Again.

From the moment he picked you up at the airport, he tried, he really tried, to confess to you about his early departure. But the way you kept talking about your fun adventures from New York, he couldn’t just rain on your sunshine just quite yet. Then he decided he would tell you when you two got back to the apartment, after dinner. But you obviously had other plans as you decided to immediately jump his bones upon unlocking the front door. He even tried to disconnect your needy lips from his own, but alas, he wasn’t just a man with needs- he was a simp with needs. And who was he to deny you of anything you wanted?

He decided now, as he was putting on his socks, that he was going to have to tell you before you two left for the party. Especially with how much of a loudmouth Yuji is, everybody in attendance probably already heard of the news and his send-off the next morning. 

Mustering up the courage to approach you, he eyed your frame standing at the mirror near the door, just putting the last of your lip gloss on for the night.

It’s now or never.

“Hey baby, I have something to tell you,” he said shakily, standing with knees that felt like they were going to give out any second. 

“What’s up,” you respond, walking past him to grab your purse and then meeting him in the hallway.

“Just know, that I know that this is very last minute, and I probably should have told you sooner but I didn’t want to make the moment super emotional. I love you. You mean so entirely much to me, and I’m scared I would push you away,” he admits.

“Sugu,” you start, taking his hand in yours to shut down his insecure thoughts, “It’s okay. I already know.”

“Wait, you do?” he shouts incredulously, “Who told you? Was it Sukuna? Toji? It had to be Gojo, that mother fucker...Oh my God, it was my mom, wasn’t it? I told her not to say anything…”

“Baby no none of them told me, I was just waiting for you to show me?”

Suguru cocked an eyebrow, “Show you…?”

“My Christmas present, right?” you chuckle shoving him lightly, “I don’t mind if you forgot, I know you’ve had a lot on your mind recently. So what, did it just come in or something? I’m sure the snowstorm probably delayed whatever it was.”

“Oh! Yeah… Right! Your Christmas present, that’s what this is all about, haha,” he says, fumbling around, then heads into the room to find the small box. The little angel on his shoulder was shouting at him to turn back around that instant to tell you the truth. Meanwhile, the little, insecure Suguru on the other side sighed a breath he’d been holding in, glad to take a moment to collect himself. He reached into his bedside drawer and reappeared in the hallway to meet you.

“Merry belated Christmas, my love,” he whispers, presenting the box.

“You’re not proposing to me, right?” You eye him, breaking the palpable tension in the air, “because there is usually a part where you get on one knee and then there’s the speech.”

“No, no,” he laughs, “not yet at least,” he says with a wink, “gotta chase our dreams first.”

You open the tiny black box to be met with a small silver ring without a gemstone, but rather small engravings. 

Forever it read on the outside

♡ Sugu, it read on the inside.

“It’s a promise,” he starts, “a promise to forever be yours.”

He steps closer with every word, “a promise to forever be supporting you, near or far. A promise to love you even when you don’t love yourself.”

“And lastly,” tears pricked your eyes as you stared down at the ring, he was so close that his breath fanned across your skin, “It’s a reminder that no matter how much of a dream this opportunity is, that you, you y/n, are my dream.”

He slots the ring on your manicured pinky before sliding his to intertwine with yours, “I promise, that I love you.”

Time stood still at that moment. Nothing could pull you two apart. Standing together with pinkies interlocked.

“I love you, dream and all.”

“I love you forever.”

“Dream and all.”

–

“Finally they’re here!” 

Yuji outdid himself with this party. Lights were strung up along the ceiling and banisters, bottles of alcohol lined the kitchen tables, and so many people were there that they had to park around the block.

As his heart sank with the weight of his secret, the party continued in the background. The music was loud, and people were dancing and laughing, unaware of the turmoil.

Confetti rained down from the ceiling, and balloons bounced around the room, adding to the festivities, but he couldn't bring himself to enjoy any of it. All he could think about was the fact that he was leaving and that he had hurt the one person he cared about more than anything.

As the night wore on, he felt himself becoming more and more detached from the party. 

Many people came up to him with words of encouragement, pride beaming on their faces as his band would go on to make your small town proud.

 He watched as people wrote their New Year’s hopes on small pieces of paper and then taped them to the wall, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation. A couple of hours in, he sees you being whisked every which way by friends who were visiting home from university, and he smiles, knowing you have been looking forward to seeing them all year. His heart was heavy as he looked around the festive New Year's Eve party. The excitement of the countdown to midnight, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses all seemed to fade as he thought about what he had to do.

But he couldn't join in their celebration.

 He knew that when the clock struck midnight, his world would be completely different.

“Tick-tock, Cinderella,” Sukuna whispers into Geto's ear while passing by and then pointing at the clock above. 

One more hour till midnight.

“Wanna dance for a bit?” he heard your voice from next to him, “or are you too busy being broody in the corner?”

Much to his dismay, you pulled him onto the dance floor. He couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest as your hips melted into the rhythm of the song, your arms snaking up to his neck. He felt multiple sets of eyes land on you two, some filled with love, others in sadness, and some people even raised their cups in solemn of what’s to become of you two.

 In just a few short hours, Domain would be leaving for Japan, pursuing the dream that you both talked so highly of. It was an opportunity that would change his life, but it also meant leaving behind everything he knew and loved.

He looked around the room, friends he grew up with, family that supported him through everything, you, you being his world. Was he really ready to leave this life?

“Girl, if I were you I’d be fucking him into the next year!” a drunk girl slurred while bumping into you two.

“I mean I plan on it!” you chuckled while trying to steady her rocking frame.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do it y/n… long distance that already sucks… him having to keep you a secret for the rest of his life? Damn, that’s even worse.”

Feeling flustered by the truth, you begin to talk down the reality, “Oh, I feel secure enough in my relationship! I know Sugu is just doing what he has to do for his career, but that doesn’t mean he loves me any less! We have great communication-”

“Pshh, communication my ass! Did he even tell you that they leave–”

“Okay! That’s enough! Too much to drink as always, Utahime, huh?” He shushes her while pulling her to a couch to lie down.

“Oh fuck off, Geto, if you don’t want to tell her, I’ll tell her myself because you are too much of a pussy boy to do so!” she yells while being thrown onto the couch. 

Gathering his wits, he makes his way back to you. 

“What was that all about? What are you not telling me?” you ask, taking a step forward.

“Don’t worry about it, babe, you know Utahime gets too drunk at parties and keeps saying shit…” Geto sweats.

“Wait, you know that is weird because Miwa also brought up something along the lines of “Oh wow, he hasn’t told you yet?” when I was talking to her earlier… what are you hiding?” You suddenly feel the bottle of soju you had earlier. 

“Not here, please, not now…” he pleads, frantically looking around as people start to be intrigued by the madness happening in front of them.

“No, tell me now. New year, no secrets!” you stomp.

When the countdown finally began, Suguru felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that once the new year began, his life would be changed forever. 

“For fucks sake,” he says before pulling you outside.

He looked over at you, who was standing with your back turned to him. He wanted to go over to you, just hold you, to apologize, to make things right, but he knew that it was too late. 

He had to face the truth.

“You have ten seconds to tell me,” you say with crossed arms, chests pressed against each other.

As if on cue, he hears the crowd from inside the house start the countdown into the new year.

10!

“I have been keeping a secret.”

9!

“I haven’t been able to find the right words to tell you.”

8!

“I did pass my audition, and I will leave for Japan soon.”

7!

“My manager called the other day to tell me I'm leaving on Christmas.”

6!

“But I got an extension.”

5!

“When do you leave Suguru?” you ask with a shaky breath, eyes clouded with tears, as you stand watching the man you love break down.

4!

“I love you, y/n, don’t forget that.” he chokes out.

3!

“When do you leave Suguru Geto?!” you scream at him.

2!

Time stilled as he just stared at you with a trembling lip. 

1!

“I leave today.”

As the countdown ended, and the room erupted into cheers, fireworks went off from the backyard. He felt a sense of emptiness inside. 

“Happy New Year!” was ringing in his ears, the festivity inside contrasting the pit in his stomach. He knew that he was supposed to be celebrating, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so. All he could do was watch as you slowly walked backward, face twisted with pain.

You both stood there, both lost in your thoughts, as the new year began. And as the party continued around him, he felt more alone than ever before. 

"What? When were you going to tell me? You waited till the day of?"

"I didn't know how," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the cheers. "I didn't want to hurt you."

You took another step back, tears streaming down your face. "You're leaving me?"

Suguru reached out to touch you, but you pulled away. "No, y/n, it's not like that. I just..."

“You didn’t what?” you whispered, finally stepping forward, him retreating backwards, “You didn't do what, Geto!” finally yelled.

“You lied! You lied to my face, of all secrets to keep, you kept this. For what? Think I couldn’t take it? Couldn’t bear the fact you’d be chasing your dreams? What is it?” you screamed, pushing him with each sentence.

He took every beating, the punishment for his personalized brand of torture he put you through. You hit his chest as he stood, taking in every blow, face and body empty, a shell of the man you’ve come to love. 

“So much for forever right?” you finally stop, “so much for dreams and all.”

“Baby,” he pleads, “baby please don’t.”

“No, because…” You lift your face, running your hands through your hair, your ring getting caught in the tangles, reminding you of his promise, “fuck this Geto. This really was never going to work.”

“You don’t. You don’t mean that,” he shakes his head, reaching out for you.

“I fucking mean it,” you say while staring at him and taking off the ring and throwing it on the ground, “I hope it works out for you, Geto, I really do. Dreams and all.” 

You left Suguru there as he fell to his knees, cradling the ring that symbolizes everything you meant to him. The real engagement ring in his pocket never felt heavier in his pocket.

---

xx kitty k

“Are you kidding me? Gojo, open your fucking eyes!” Geto screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you arrived at Geto’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him, and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

—

Maybe you should have seen it coming when Geto insisted on you bringing your class materials for your upcoming exam, promising that he would help you study. When he opened the door, you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to savagely ravished in some long-awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Geto bounced around your mind as you anticipatedly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Geto that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, “I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and moved towards his kitchen to grab some water and place your belongings on his table. Making your way to Geto’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated, and as you rounded the corner, you saw him slouched over, staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving. 

“Hey, babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again. 

“Just go towards the back Toj, that way they won’t see you,” he called out, adjusting his mic. 

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No, Gojo, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly, then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe, sorry, I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if you won't, just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.” 

“Yeah, yeah, swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down, and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to take notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed, and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat, and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles, closing the lecture video tab, Geto walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of black sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge. 

Suguru Geto was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever encountered. When you two first met, he was just a baby face with the biggest mop of hair that was always cautious with his actions. He was the most respectful gentleman at the age of 14, showing up to your front doorstep, stumbling over his words to your dad with a grandiose bouquet of roses, asking for permission to officially court you. 

Yes, court you. 

Your parents loved Suguru; over time, he proved his loyalty, respect, and care that he would have towards you. When he joined Jujutsu High to pursue his goal of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, there wasn’t a night that he would miss sending you goodnight voice memos filled with words of affirmation or ordering the very same set of flowers to your doorstep on every month-anniversary. He was a hopeless romantic sweetheart, a cutie with a heart of chivalry. 

But of course, your parents had no idea what your relationship was like when you two were alone, from losing your virginity with Suguru after your first mission together, or him sending you breathy lewd videos of himself in response to photos you would send him in the middle of his busy mission days. You and Geto were always willing to put in the time for one another, that is, until as of lately…

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Gojo fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them not to see him,” he laughs while heading towards you. 

Geto tied his hair into a bun and tucked a hand into his pocket, making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always. Long gone were his familiar long black locks that seemed to always fall down the middle of his back from his childhood days. Geto’s grown into his face for sure; his hair no longer midnight but reminiscent of it, that deep midnight blue with buzzed sides resting on his shoulder, cheeks high, and chin angular. But no matter how much he’s changed, that precious eye smile will forever remain.

Straightening your back, you leaned forward, awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered, awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts, and you can barely sit still as you think about how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fills your head excitingly as you watch him stride closer. It has been a while since you two have been able to have a whole day to yourselves. However, Geto wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah, I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

Rolling your eyes, you open your laptop back up and move on to the next video. An excruciatingly long hour and a half passed by, and the droning, monotone voice of your professor proved to make you both tired and relentlessly bored. How can someone talk about phlebotomy so passionately for hours on end? Geto’s cheers of wins and screeches of losses the whole time as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s stale voice, deemed studying here was harder than you thought. Detangling your limbs from the chair, you walked towards his voice and heavy clacking. 

“Sugu, you said almost done like two hours ago,” you frowned while standing at the frame of his door. 

He tore his eyes away from the screen, finally noticing your sad demeanor, “I’m sorry, baby, we are almost done with this round, promise.” 

You could hear the roar of jesters he got from the boys on the other end of his call. A round of kissy sounds was coupled with a few mentions of him going ‘soft’ or ‘whipped. ’ “Shut up, guys, you guys are just jealous you’re single.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards him, “You told me you would make time for me today! How is this quality time, Sugu?”

“Yeah, Sugu? If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!” You heard Toji from the other end of his headphones.

“Shut up, please, you incels!” Geto muttered while muting his mic, removing his headphones to his neck, and resting his hands on your hips as you stood between his knees, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I swear we are almost done. If you want, you can lie on my bed as you go through your flashcards?”

“I don’t want to study by myself anymore! You told me quality time, and you would help me study! If I wanted to study alone, I would have just stayed home…” You whined with your arms crossed.

“Okay,” Geto rested his head into your stomach in an attempt to forgive him with his cuteness, “What about you lie on my bed behind me, and I’ll read out the flashcards, and you can answer. That way, I can help you study, and I can finish this game with the boys?”

“I don’t want you to keep playing with the boys, though… I want you to pay attention to me! I want your attention,” you said while stomping your foot for emphasis, hoping he could hear the neediness in your inflection.

“Geto! I don’t care how much your ass is in trouble with y/n! Get the fuck back in here, I can’t keep covering for you!” Gojo interjected while everyone else agreed to join in on the insults.

“One more sec!” he said into the mic before muting again, “last offer baby, I said I’m sorry, I’ll help you study, and when we finish, then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

After a few seconds of looking into his puppy dog eyes and pouty lip, you reluctantly agreed and retreated to the kitchen to gather your flashcards and study questions. Geto cheered, turning in his chair to slot his headphones back on and situate his mic. 

“Yo, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m here, I’m just going to help y/n study while we finish out this round.”

“Dude, you cannot be multitasking right now! We are so close to reaching the endgame!” Choso argued.

“We have never gotten this far, and I’m not wasting another two hours on trying to get here again, so you better be focused,” Gojo scolded.

“I swear I’m paying attention,” he nodded as you handed him the fat stack of decorated index cards. Geto lightly giggled and smirked at you, “Did you really decorate your nursing flashcards with stickers to make them all cutesy?”

“Yes?” you retorted, “and what about it?” as you situated yourself by lying on your back and your legs in the air.

“Because y/n,” he turned in his chair to look at you, trying not to linger his eyes on your bare legs in the air. He held one particular card up, fully decorated, glittered, and written in smooth calligraphy, reading, ‘testicular cancer’.

“I associate the decoration with the terms! It’s like a studying technique, babe!” you sat up defending yourself.

“How did you associate testicular cancer with Hello Kitty and ice cream stickers?” he challenged.

Just as you were about to answer, Choso’s voice filled the room, “Geto! What did we just say? We almost lost Toji because you aren’t paying attention!”

Other voices chastised Geto, pulling him back to his computer, pressing a few buttons, and clicking profusely. 

“Okay, sorry again, I healed everyone. Are we all good now?” he looked between his screens, checking on everyone.

“We would have been better if you weren’t so busy talking about Hello Kitty and cancer? Which hello? Is not something to joke about!” Gojo pressed.

“Actually, it’s Hello Kitty, ice cream, and testicular cancer, Gojo,” you chimed in from behind, “Okay, Sugu, I’m ready for my first question.”

“Okay…” After a couple more clicks, he picked up the first card, “How do you use an Incentive Spirometer?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. First, you have the patient sit up straight.”

“Ugh, so boring…can you at least mute yourself for now?” Toji sighed on the other end of the line.

Ignoring his remarks, you continued, “then you have the patient exhale completely, third have the patient place their lips on the mouthpiece-”

“I know where I’d like to have your lips,” Geto instinctively responded without thinking, with a clear smirk on his lips. A burst of laughter erupted from his friends, as well as your boyfriend, as you sat there unimpressed.

“Dude, you’re so gross,” Choso muttered.

Meanwhile, Gojo must have been into it as he responded, “I second that.” Whereas Toji just laughed with a simple, “Haha, I agree.”

“Watch it, you two,” Geto stoically grumbled while continuing to slam his fingers onto the keyboard. 

“This is serious stuff, guys! I need to pass my NCLEX next week.”

“Then why bother Geto while he plays! Don't worry, y/n, we will return your precious Sugu after we are done, okay? Just like your little exam is important to you, this is severely important to us,” Gojo seriously tried to barter while the others chuckled.

“I don’t know how my having the opportunity to save lives is even comparable to your silly little games…” 

The boys feigned hurt with a chorus of dramatic gasps. 

“This ‘silly little game’ is everything,” Gojo said.

Toji joined in, “We are also saving lives! We are fighting the bad guys!”

“Are you really trying to compare NPCs to real human beings?”  you bit back.

“Hey, humans are humans, babe,” Geto chuckled.

“Those aren’t even humans!” You shouted from over his shoulder, pointing at the screen.

“Look, y/n, Gojo is indeed…err… otherworldly looking, but alas, he is a human,” Choso innocently said.

“Hey! Just for that, I’m not healing you!” 

“Baby, we didn’t even get through one question,” you turned towards Geto.

“Babe, maybe if you played games you would understand why we are so into this,” he pried, “consuming curses sucks so bad. Exorcising curses is exhausting. Can I please just have this time to relax?”

“I don’t have time for games when I’m busy studying! Studying to try and get a job by the way! To get a job so we can get married and start a family! Ya know? To provide for us and our future, maybe?” you said while clutching the bottom of your shirt, anger fueling you.

“Whoa there.”

“Yooo…”

“Yikes, Geto. Made mama bear mad.”

“Babe, chill out, I’m just joking. But honestly, it wouldn’t kill you if you just took a break now and then. Games are a great stress relief for me, maybe I should get you hooked on a game so you can be occupied while I’m online or out on missions,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Again! What part of quality time do you not understand?” You threw your arms up to fall backwards onto his bed.

“Yo! Nice shot, Fushiguro!” 

It’s good to know your boyfriend will always be listening to you!!

Frustrated -both literally and sexually- you stomped your way out of the room and back into the kitchen, making it a point to slam his door.

“Almost done, babe, I swear!”

—

You lightly hummed along to the music playing in your ears as you stood yet again in Geto’s kitchen, taking the liberty of washing his dishes that had been left in the sink for far too long. The boys have had a heavy and strict schedule every day, so it should be no surprise that they barely have time to take care of themselves. He just flew in last week from Japan, taking care of some grade 1 curses. His luggage was still left untouched by the front door; he was probably too tired to even unpack his things. His passport and neck pillow sat on top of the bags, and you decided to crack it open and put some of his things away. After pressing the button to turn on the washing machine full of his dirty clothes from the trip, you decide to make some dinner for your hard-working boyfriend.

You stirred a pot slowly as you watched old videos of Gojo and Geto’s vlogs they would make on old missions. Maybe it was the steam from the soup you were making clouding your judgment, or it was the way Geto looked way more buff after the Shibuya incident, or was it his uniform being unbuttoned? Whatever it was, it definitely distracted you enough to accidentally slice your finger a bit and unknowingly notice the pot about to boil over next to you. Stringing out a list of profanities and quickly moving to remove the pot and tend to your hand, the video of Geto continued to play. His body took up the whole frame, as Gojo, the cameraman, decided to do a full head-to-toe of him as he stood on top of a building, catching his breath and sending a smolder into the lens, bloodlust evident in his eyes. Time seemed to stand still as he licked his lips and grabbed at his hair with a boyish smile, nonetheless making Gojo and you go crazy. The camera pans to the view, soaking in the orange and pink sunset. He looked so good, the memories of that night filled your mind as you stood watching the screen go black and the timer asking if you wanted the next video or to play again.

–

Geto called you the moment he got back to his hotel room. He was exhausted and missing you, a very deadly combo. He didn’t even get to make it to the shower, flopping onto the couch facing the window, looking out into the night city skyline.

“Hey, princess,” he said as he saw your face come into view.

“Oh, hey, baby!” you giggled out loud. There was loud music playing in the background, accompanied by the strobing neon lights. Your cohort friends convinced you to come out after your exam to celebrate. You did try to get out of it, considering Geto was going to be ending his mission soon, but how could you explain the absolute significance to your friends? They would constantly tease you about the ‘boyfriend material’ lock screen you had of Geto, unbeknownst to him, the extent of his job.

“Did you watch the video Gojo sent?” Geto asked, lifting the phone up higher as if it would make it seem like you’re there with him.

“What did you say?” you screamed over the song in the background, “Hold on, let me go outside!”

“y/n! Let’s take a shot!” you heard a voice from behind you, one of your good friends, Utahime, said while haphazardly waving at you to come.

“One sec!” You made your way outside the club and leaned against the side of the building away from the crowds and cars, finally getting some peace and privacy. You were very, very drunk, probably more than you wanted to be without Geto there, but you had to admit, it felt like a weight was off your shoulders. You were fucking proud of yourself! First exam of the semester, and you did well!

“y/n,” Geto’s eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. You too lifted your phone screen higher, letting him see your full frame come into view, “Fuck, I love that dress on you so much.”

“I know!” you whined, running your hands down your body over the black fitted fabric, “I remembered you liked this one, so I wore it tonight. Kinda makes it feel like you’re here too.”

“You look…” Geto couldn’t even get the words out. His eyes were glued to the woman on his screen, looking at him with innocent, wide eyes that had big lashes fluttering at him, lips rouged and pouted, and a bountiful set of breasts being teased by your manicured fingers. 

“Ugh, baby, I miss you so much…” you hummed, hitting just the right spot over one of your hardened nubs, “can you come back already?”

“Baby, I'll come back in a few days, then I have you all to myself. Just you and me,” he whispered, completely entranced as he watched your hands move farther and farther down. He didn’t even notice the way his hands were already unconsciously palming over himself, awaiting your next move.

“You know if you were here,” he slurred while looking past the camera and into the distance, “I wouldn’t have to be doing this myself.” Before Geto could even respond, you let out a lusty moan, feeling your fingers enter yourself with ease, with a leg propped up against the brick wall.

“Oh my god,” Geto incredulously whispered, completely bewildered by what he was witnessing. He seemed to finally snap out of it when you looked back at him, asking him if he was going to join you. He hurriedly took off his pants and stuffed his shirt into his mouth as he gave in and tugged at himself, “I need this. I need you. So bad. Lemme see you, baby, please.”

You took a quick look around, but no one was around in this area as the party kept going around the corner at the front of the building. Deeming the coast clear, you propped your phone on the ground at an angle for Geto could see your full silhouette take up the screen. A couple of parked cars were behind you in the alley, and you leaned against one, arms supporting your weight as you leaned down, letting your dress ride up, exposing your ass completely.

“Fuck baby. Open up more for me,” Geto threw his head back, sliding his hand faster and faster against himself, “I can see how wet you are, dripping all over your fingers. What if someone were to see you? Bent over a stranger's car, fingering yourself on the phone to your famous boyfriend. Dumb little kitty can’t wait for me to get home, huh?”

Geto’s words egged you on further, now sliding down the car due to your legs slowly giving out.

“Quiet down slut. I can hear you from here. Don’t want someone to see my kitten fucking herself outside all alone. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he seethed, but you both knew deep down you liked the idea of being so close to being caught. 

“Please, Sugu, I’m so close…” You howled, suddenly seeing stars as your orgasm approached. You could hear some voices get louder as they were approaching the corner of the building you were at, about to be caught.

“Y/n!” Geto screamed, releasing himself all over his abdomen, breathing labored as he continued to watch you fuck yourself against the car, “baby no,” he sternly said. 

You halted your movements, knowing exactly what that meant. You collected yourself and yanked your dress down before hobbling back in your heels to pick up the phone, “What’s wrong, my love?” You furrowed your eyes.

“You’re not cumming without me, and you're definitely not cumming outside where everyone gets a free show,” he indignantly said.

“But Sugu, you got to!”

“I am under a lot of stress right now,” he sighed while releasing the shirt from his mouth allowing it to puddle into the mess on his stomach, “Plus, I’m alone, for your eyes only love,” he cheekily smirked with a wink, “Now get your ass back inside, text me when you get home, stay safe.”

–

That was the last time you and Geto actually got it on, as the kids would say. In hindsight, three days wasn’t that long, but you hadn’t had a true Geto-induced orgasm in a couple of weeks! A couple of weeks! And here he is, finally alone with you, insisting on playing video games with his bandmates who are with him every other waking hour of the day. The paused image of Geto during his performance taunting you with that cocky, smug smile. 

Fuck this, if Geto wants to play games then…

 Let's play.

–

“Dude, we are doing so well, I can’t believe it. At this point, we should probably start streaming this shit!” you hear Geto say as you walk back into his room.

“If we make it out, let’s do it all again and stream it!” Gojo replies. If Geto knew you were back in the room, he didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement this time.

 Let’s change that. 

You huff loudly as you dramatically waltz around his room, pretending to look at things carefully as if it were your first time there. Geto sneaks a look over as you fling the doors of his closet open before stepping inside, fingers dancing over each hanging shirt. You smile as some remind you of memories of dates, and even ones you’ve stolen or borrowed in the past. Finally finding the shirt he wore from the latest mission, you tugged at the end of your shirt and lifted it, your pants following after leaving you in the matching dark green set you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with.

“Bro, how can you not see-” Geto chokes on his own spit as you noticed your movement and were shocked to see your full ass on display.

“Did I not see what?” The boys questioned.

Good, he fell for the first trap.

“Uh, I don’t know, sorry.” he shook his head, looking back at the screen but still constantly watching you from the side, suddenly interested in your actions. You took the shirt off the hanger and slowly shimmied it on, ending just under your cheeks. Geto swallowed hard as he tried to focus on the game in front of him, as strategy was crucial in this next part. 

You turned back into his room and made your way to his dresser, eyeing each chain and set of rings that were neatly lined up by color and finger placement. Turning to look back at Geto, his eyes met yours questioningly as you simply smiled back while eyeing his frantic hands on his custom-built keyboard. 

Those fingers. Those veins. Those hands.

You picked a simple silver chain necklace with a cross on it and a layered gold set of chains, as well as 6 various matching rings, then made your way to him. Holding up the chains and looking at him, studying what would look best on him now. 

Geto smiled at you, “Nice shirt. What are you doing with my jewelry?”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” you mumbled while comparing the two, “just wondering which one would look best while swinging above me later.”

Geto’s smile dropped along with his jaw as he scrambled to mute the mic before the boys could comment on what they just heard.

“B-Baby, you can’t be doing that right now!”

Ignoring him, you hovered the silver one above your leaned-back head and swayed it back and forth, “I think I’m going to go with this one.” Before he could respond, you swung a leg over him and onto his lap to secure the silver around his neck. The cross sat heavy on his bare chest, “so pretty,” you cheered while placing a quick peck on his forehead, then hopping off, of course, not without a cheeky dip of your hips into his crotch, making him shudder.

“What do you think you’re playing at, kitten?” he stares, finally catching up. 

“Just doing what you told me,” you innocently said while sinking to your knees, “just finally getting into some games of my own. Ya know, like you said,” you palmed over his now growing erection, “this way you can keep playing, and so can I.” Geto sat starstruck for a couple of seconds, caught off guard by how much control you’ve taken in the matter of minutes. He was genuinely contemplating on just shutting down his computer and texting the guys that his power went out unexpectedly, but they’d never let him hear the end of it for that. You noticed his inner turmoil, “I said, Keep playing Sugu.”

That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was the screaming profanities from Toji that snapped Geto out of it and tucked you and his legs back under his desk and unmuted his mic.

“Geto, I’m getting really tired of you not getting your head in the game right now,” Choso muttered.

“Oh, he’s definitely getting his head in the game,” you whispered before pulling down his underwear and sweatpants, then pulling his cock out before you. Geto let out a sigh from both situations and decided to appease his friends by catching back up and trying to focus. 

This proved to be harder than exorcising any curse because he couldn’t focus on anything. Every time he tried to aim at an enemy, you seemed to swallow his cock all the way down till it hit the back of your throat. Every time he tried to close his eyes just for a second and thrust back into your warm mouth, he got hit and took damage. In other words, he couldn’t find it in him to fully enjoy either action he was partaking in.

“Suguru. Geto. What the fuck!” Gojo raged, “Did you seriously just die? Right now? Before the final round? I’m going to kill you myself with my own hands next time I see you!” Geto couldn’t even seem to care because he was too busy stifling his moans by biting his lip as you twisted your hand over and over, running your tongue over his tip, showing him just how much spit and precum could pool in your mouth before it spilled out of your lips as you shoved him back in. How could he even care about this stupid game when you sat before him, giving him the best head he’s had? Had you known all along that this is his biggest fantasy yet? 

“Geto! Answer me! What the fuck has you so preoccupied right now?” Gojo turned his camera on, face coming into view on the screen, “Come on. Come out here and face us, you asshole.” Surely enough, a pissed looking Choso and Toji came into the Discord call, each in their own respective set up, camera propped from either side or above angles. Geto couldn’t bring himself to press the camera button, not with him splayed out in his chair with his hands tangled in your hair, pushing you further and further. 

“Answer them,” you demanded while looking up at him with those devilish eyes. He shook his head, too lost in the pleasure to even respond, only panting. 

“Dude, is something actually wrong, or are you again not paying attention? Did this mean nothing to you?” Toji questioned next.

“N-No, it’s not that,” Geto barely got out as you massaged his balls tenderly while sucking hard on his tip.

“Is something wrong with you? Those curses were brutal. Maybe they’re taking a toll on you?” Choso tried to sympathize lightly, “You sound terrible, man. I can hear your breathing. Had to reconnect my set like three times because I couldn’t tell if that was one of you guys or my audio output.” 

“Uhm…Fuck…I uh…ahh!” Geto was experiencing such immense waves of pleasure that he didn’t even care if they knew at this point.

“For fucks sake, Suguru!” Gojo stood with his hands gripping his desk, “If you’re going to be fucking y/n while on the call with us, at least let us watch!” Choso and Toji’s eyes became the size of rockets upon hearing Gojo’s outburst. 

“Wait- Geto are you…?” Choso started, yet was unable to finish his thought.

“Oh my god, are you fucking y/n right now, Geto?” Toji asked incredulously. 

“Of course he is, dummies. Why do you think he kept messing up and breathing all heavy? We’ve shared rooms, you y/n teaser, we know what your moans sound like!” said Gojo.

“And so what if I am getting blown right now?” Geto finally breathed out while running a finger down the side of your chin, scooping up globs of precum before shoving it back in your mouth, “not like I’d ever let you incels watch my girl anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Geto was always so possessive over you. Something about never having any constants after becoming a sorcerer, except you- type of romantic but kinda territorial reasoning.

“Why not, baby?” you decided to speak up enough to let them hear you now that the cat’s finally out of the bag. You let go of Geto’s cock with a plop then stood up in front of him, “You know I’ve always had the fantasy of having a third…” you started then sat on his naked lap, “maybe even a fourth…” your lips trailed up his stilled neck before meeting his lips in front of the microphone whispering, “or I don’t know… maybe even a fifth.”

“Guys, we don’t need to force them into doing anything Geto’s not comfortable with,” Choso awkwardly yet excitedly laughed.

“You know I don’t want to share you.” Geto adamantly said while staring you down intently, “I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Well, in a way you’re not sharing me…” 

You could see the options flipping in Geto’s brain. The idea of his friends lusting over you outwardly- because he already knew they did secretly- would drive him insane. He didn’t like the aforementioned fantasies you’ve had of multiple partners- his colleagues at that- to turn you on. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fact that his dick twitched at the thought of him staking his claim on you primitively in front of the very men who yearned over you. As he thought it over more, it turned him on immensely at the scenario of showing off just how trained and fixated you were for him and only ever will be, him. And you were right, he wouldn’t necessarily be sharing you; he would merely be reminding his fellow sorcerers just how much you really were his. That no matter how much you thought of this very scene, it would be him making you reach the point of ecstasy. 

“He won’t do it, guys, he’s too much of a–” Gojo started, but was cut off by the sudden press of a button and a small chime that signaled Geto’s camera being turned on. 

“Holy…”

“Shit.”

There you sat, perched on Geto’s naked thigh, riding with your head thrown back, hair swaying without a care in the world, with Geto’s hand firmly pulling your ass forward and backward, as he leaned all the way back in his gaming chair, the other hand resting on your thighs. 

“Faster,” Geto commanded while staring at the video output with eagle eyes.

“Yes, Geto,” you moaned loudly, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulder for support. 

“Honestly, Sug, I thought of this fantasy about a thousand times-” Gojo muttered while palming himself, eyes not leaving the sight of your clit furiously hitting Geto’s leg.

“Baby, I don’t want to hear them if we’re going to be doing this. Louder. Now.” Geto commanded, to which you obliged immediately. Stings of nothingness flowing out of your mouth like maple syrup. “Make them want it, baby. I know you can sing so well for me, let us hear you.” Geto stared into the camera and placed the headset on you, adjusting the mic so it would pick up even the faintest of whimpers, and clicked around on his screen to adjust the audio to his speakers.

“Holy…I can hear her pussy,” Toji wondered aloud.

“C-can we see how wet you are? Please” Choso quietly asked with flushed cheeks.

“Of course!” You happily bounded about to grab the camera, but Geto stopped your actions with a simple raise of a hand, taking the very same and reaching between you both to shove three fingers inside you, making you arch your back into a fold upon entering, and became mewling at the newfound pleasure that the curl and pounding his fingers did to you. Right as you were about to see stars, he pulled his fingers out and held them close to the camera for the others to see. Your slick is thick and aromatic, the whole room began to smell the very same, and he spread his fingers to show the sheer amount of wetness Geto can cause. 

“Geto, I’m sorry but not sorry in advance,” and soon enough Gojo stood up to remove his shorts and free his cock, looking down once to spit on it to help aid his hand in the fucking it's about to receive. 

“Me too,” Choso fumbled, knocking down his water bottle that was on the table and quickly removing his shirt and pants. His hands frantically searched for his lotion, and you giggled, taking a look back and seeing him run around his room before pumping three squirts into his hand and not even bothering to walk back to the screen, just standing there and throwing his head back in ecstasy. 

Toji, on the other hand, sat very lackadaisically in his chair, simply smirking and biting his lip. His arms sat crossed over his abdomen with deep, uninterrupted attention as if he himself was in the room sitting behind you, a predator stalking its prey.  

“Not doing it for you, Fushiguro? Thought you’re into this stuff?” Geto mused.

“I’m more of a sit back and watch, play later type of guy, don’t worry, I’m enjoying where this is going.”

“Suit yourself, Toji,” you sighed dreamily. You turned to look at your boyfriend, who looked a lot more comfortable than you would have initially thought, “Baby, can you please fuck me now?”

“I don’t know about that kitten,” he tutted, “he hasn’t been very much of a good pet for me lately.” Geto picked you up to turn you towards the camera to face the reflective image of yourself next to the fucked out faces of your friends. He pulled you backwards by the neck, holding you in place as he played with your pussy in front of them, completely splayed out on top of him, your legs over his, feet hooked under his calves. Geto took two fingers into his mouth, taking his time savoring the unique and beautiful taste of you on his tongue. 

You always imagined in this scenario you’d be focused on watching the others, the thought of multiple men gathered in hunger over your body, ready to worship every inch of you just for the chance to be picked worthy to feel you. But you kept forgetting the rest of the guys were even there, enamored with the way that time after time, Geto will prove to you that he, and only he, knows your body inside and out. He knows what makes you twitch in pleasure and what will make you cry in the best pain. 

His fingers grazed your breasts, tugging and pinching at each nipple with equal attention. Palms gliding over your curves as he relishes in the moment, as it's been weeks and months of yearning he’s felt while apart. Your aching core begs for attention, and you attempt to squeeze your legs together to hopefully gain some type of friction, but Geto denies by smacking your thighs each time as a reminder of who is in charge of making you both reach the brink of euphoria tonight.

“Don’t be a brat in front of our guests,” he muttered while nibbling on your ear, “I taught you better than that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Of course, you have a sir kink y/n,” Choso smiles lazily. He found his way to his bed, reclined against the headboard, watching from a distance, “we all called it.”

“Only for my Sugu,” you smiled as you leaned up and kissed him for the first time. He let you feast over him; he knew you had to get it out messily. After he humored you, his tongue fought back with dominance, stunning you in the moment. He takes the chance to sneak his fingers into you, sliding them in and out while his other hand rapidly circles over, stimulating your clit. The pleasure began to build, and you chanted his name over and over, hand finding their way behind yourself into his hair to over your breasts, you didn’t really know, you just had to grab onto something as you reached your first orgasm.

“You like that? You like being a slut? You like parading yourself around here all stuck up, but all you really want is a cock to shut you up, huh? That’s right, my little cock slut, huh?” A symphony of moans was echoing all around the room. Geto in your ear, your screams not forming coherent words, the rest of the boys agreeing in Geto’s degradation, affirming how much of slut you are over the speakers. 

“Answer him slut.” Gojo ordered, “Tell all of us how much you want to get railed. Tell him how you want to be stuffed to the brim.”

“I-I do! I want it all! I admit it! I want all of you, any of you, I just need to be filled, please!” Tears shot out of your eyes, and Geto lifted you and slammed your frame onto his cock. 

“Too much! You’re too big, Sugu!” Your body was on fire, and although you were on top, Geto was indeed in control as his hips powerfully snapped up to meet yours to the point you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. He rose to his feet, easily holding you up, and his ring-clad hands gripped firmly into your fleshy sides. Your toes grazed the floor as you held your upper weight on the desk, breasts heavy and hands clammy. Geto pounded into you from behind, a hand coming down every so often to land red splotches on your right butt cheek, then rubbing it to soothe the pain. You thanked him each time his hand collided with your skin, thanking him for the immense pleasure that was well worth the wait. 

“How many more do you guys think she deserves?” Geto finally addresses his friends who were rubbing their cocks raw at the live action porn in front of them- including Toji, who has now joined in.

“At least ten.” 

“She’s been pretty good, Geto, maybe just five more.”

“Nah, our cock slut here made us lose our game after hours of hard work!” Toji grunted while stroking his erection slowly but with a tight fist, “If it were up to me, I’d say twenty.”

“Heard that, baby?” Geto says while pounding into you mercilessly and moves the hair out of your face, “Twenty more it is.” Geto is ruthless in his punishment, especially with the boys egging him on, chiming in to spank you harder or to start over when you forget to count a number aloud. By the time you hit an official twenty, you orgasmed again. He ignores your cries for a break and continues to demolish your body in any way he pleases. He knows your body well; he knows when you’re at your threshold.

“My bad, love,” Geto slows, pulling out momentarily, “I forgot you wanted to see this chain swing back and forth, let me fix that.” He pulls you again like a limp ragdoll, high off your previous orgasms, and onto his bed. You have a moment to breathe as he walks back to the computer to detach his camera and slowly film his way up your body. He zooms in on the sight of your creamed pussy, rubbed red raw at the hour of abuse it just endured, drowning in attention and slick. Your breasts are riddled with a palette of reds, blues, and purples, forming a jagged letter ‘s’’ in between the valley, once again making a show of marking his territory. 

“Princess, think you can handle one more?” Geto asked while raising the camera to have your tear-stained face come into view.

“Anything for you, sir.”

Geto takes no time to thrust back in, bottoming out before rutting back in with long, hard, deep strokes. Your body is on overdrive now, not used to the constant orgasms due to the lack of action you’ve not been receiving. Leaving you not able to form words, only sounds, and muttering each of the boys’ names. Geto continued to ram into you with force and vigor, asking questions of, “Who owns this pussy?” and “Who makes you feel like this?” “Are you ever going to mess with me while I play again, baby?” 

“Geto…can’t… hold longer,” 

“A little more, baby.” 

“Ah shit!” Gojo finally screams as he paints his abdomen white with cum dripping down.

“Just like that!!” Choso also hollers while watching his cum shoot upwards, his body limp on his bed, completely spent.

“You can do it, y/n,” Toji encourages with half-lidded eyes.

“Come on, baby, you’re going to make four grown men fall to their knees cumming, I need you there too, baby,” Geto whispers, his thrusts sloppier and the fastest yet, chasing his high. He’s so out of it he starts rambling, “Such a good kitten for me. Always wants my cock no matter what. I’m going to knot you, baby. Going to cum in this little pussy so hard that you’re going to get nice and round with my babies soon. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten? I don’t know why you needed to sneak attack me, baby, all you had to do was ask, I would give it to you any time you know this…”

You cut Geto off with one line that sets him off, “All I’ll ever want is your attention, Sugu.” And like that, he lets out a deep moan, and with a final thrust, you feel him cum inside you, and not long after, you join him with another string of chants of his name, thanking him. Not letting any of him slip out of you, he tosses the camera to the side. Gojo and Choso are dozing off from their post nut, and Toji is still lazily stroking himself. 

You shoot Toji a sideways glance, and as he knew, he just says, “As I said, I like to watch. Thanks for the show you two, it will definitely keep me occupied for a couple more hours,” he suggested with a wink.

“Again, like Toji said earlier,” Gojo clears his throat, “If this is quality time with y/n, invite us over next time!”

Geto shushes them all before clicking the end call button and turning himself back to you, “Now baby, I want some of that attention,” before pulling you into bed with him.

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“What do you think about this?” Suguru asked as he sat above you, strumming on his guitar. You were sitting on the floor between his legs, focused on your eight-page paper.

“In a sec,” you reply while wrapping up the sentence you were on.

“Take a break…” Suguru whined, trying to pry the laptop from your speedy fingers.

“Sugu, it’s due in two days. I will listen in a sec.”

“Mhmm.” He sulked, leaning back into the sofa and continuing his chord progression.

Days like this were stressful- due to the plethora of assignments that piled on- but soothing in a way. Your schedules never aligned this often, but he was so entirely enamored with you that he’d do anything to spend his free time just being with you. 

“I can’t believe it’s been three hours and I only have my outline done,” you sighed while resting your head on his knee.

“You got this,” he replies while running a hand soothingly through your hair while the other writes something down on the notepad next to him, “I believe in you.”

“Do you need anything to help you focus? Am I being too loud?” he asks while going to the kitchen and lighting your favorite candle, “I can make you a snack?”

“Do you mind getting me some fruit? I feel like I need some brain food.” You asked while cracking your knuckles and continuing to type away.

He nods and walks back over, handing you a cut persimmon with the skin peeled off. Suguru always knew what you needed before even saying it out loud.

Humming in appreciation you immediately start chewing on the sliced fruit.

Eyeing him from the corner, you see him looking out of your apartment window. It was raining hard outside, his favorite. 

“Anything else you need to work on?” you ask. He shrugs his shoulders. 

“Not much else, I want your opinion on what I have then I’ll see what I can add from there. Don’t worry though,” he turns to look at you with a small smile, “I can wait.”

Suguru has always been supportive of your dreams and aspirations. It was a shock when he told you he wouldn’t be joining you at university, but would instead pursue music. Although it was an adjustment, you supported him, and he rooted for you. It seemed to be working out; he passed the first two rounds of auditions for a big music company, and it looked like things were finally looking up for him. 

Domain was the biggest band in the city. They were known for their upbeat ragers at underground venues, to their surprisingly heartfelt slow songs, sang to a crowd filled with phones and lighters raised in the air.

Gojo and Geto have always been attached at the hip. It's like the blind following the blind. Gojo was the loud, extroverted, smooth talker. Meanwhile, Geto preferred to observe and support both Gojo's rights and wrongs. As obnoxious as Gojo could be, he had the voice of an angel. So naturally, they spent lots of their youth songwriting together- Gojo sang, and Geto played the guitar and did the composing. Now, Gojo is the lead vocalist of Domain.

He met Sukuna at the gym. He was lifting, and though he may not admit it, he needed a spot for a bench that was a bit too ambitious. Now he uses his huge arms as Domain's drummer. Toji came into the Domain after seeing the group's flier at the local diner. Always a guy in need of quick cash, he was the only one who showed up for auditions. Thank god he was good.

Things were picking up so fast for Domain that it was hard to keep up. Some days you wouldn’t see him at all, and some days he would pick you up from class and would stay glued to your side. He claims that he ‘soaked up inspiration from you,’ hence the constant quality time and skinship. He knew you were working hard, pursuing a higher education was so important to you and your family, and he wanted to be present every step of the way. 

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru also had a dark cloud overlooking him, mirroring the city in front of him. He hasn’t yet told you that he passed the third and final round of auditions for his company and would be slated to move to Japan before the end of the year to begin his training. He couldn’t bear to break the news to you, not yet. Not when you were so close to finishing one of your hardest semesters yet.

“I think I can pull you away from that screen now y/n,” he says while tugging you away from the black-and-white screen.

“Hey! I’m not finished yet! I thought you said you could wait” you pouted trying to get loose.

“You’ve been working nonstop, you aren’t being as productive anymore.” He chuckles while slotting you to the seat across from him.

“Hi.” he smiles at you.

“Hi,” you respond.

There’s a moment of silence shared between you two. The only sound was the soft pitter-patter from outside hitting the patio. He stared at you lovingly. You could tell something was wrong, but you couldn't find the words to ask him just yet, too entranced by the current hold he has on you.

“So, the song, yeah?” you finally whisper aloud. 

“Hold on,” he replies, licking his lips and searching every inch of your face, memorizing this very moment to inspire him for what he’s about to play.

“What’s the holdup? Don’t get stage fright in front of me now, Geto,” you lightly say while giggling.

“I, I just want to make you proud, okay?” he finally says with sad eyes.

“You always will.”

Guilt washed over him. Things were great, perfect even. But he just had to aspire for more. He should be satisfied with what he has now; he’s close to home, has a stable music career here in Canada, and most importantly, you. But just like you, he had the moon, but he wanted every damn star in the galaxy. He didn’t want change, but nothing could satiate the hunger for something more. He was leaving because he knew that this life, now, wasn’t enough.

“Okay.” he takes a moment to gather himself, taking in some deep breaks and shaking his nerves out through his hands.

“Let’s hear it!” you shuffle sitting up straight in your chair.

He lets out one final breath before starting a low strum on his guitar. Flashes of memories throughout your relationship flash before his eyes. Your first snow day in high school after getting your license, when you couldn’t get the ice off of your windshield, to the countless nights of watching reruns of Criminal Minds in your small shared apartment. 

He hits the chorus for the first time, opening his eyes to look around the room, unable to meet your eyes just yet. Pictures of you two littered the walls, filled with your smiling and laughing faces. 

He mumbles small noises of nonsense to fill in the parts he doesn’t know what to put in between, sometimes trying out some lyrics at the top of his head. He shakes his head and chuckles when words don’t rhyme or quite fit. In return, you share a smile enjoying him delving into his craft.

There’s something about the way that he can lose himself completely, in his little world, and for brief moments, you’re able to enter his mind, envisioning every note in a flow of synesthesia. He’s able to create color and landscape through sound, and what’s crazier is that he doesn’t even realize the extent of his art.

“And… I guess that’s it. What’d you think?” He asks as he lets out a final strum. The warmness of his music is still palpable in the room, despite the cold and dark weather that demands to be let inside. 

You take another moment staring at the man in front of you. He bit his fingers in anticipation. His large white tee hung loosely on his shoulders, his leg bounced, waiting for your feedback.

Everything is perfect.

Nothing can take this moment away from you two. 

No words could exactly encapsulate how you felt so you decide to throw your arm around him. 

Suguru lets out a sigh of relief as he sets his guitar to the side, “So I guess you liked it?” then reciprocates by pulling you into his lap.

“I loved it, Sugu. I can’t wait to hear it all together. I liked that chord progression, I can hear it on the radio one day,” you mutter into his shirt.

The light taps of rain outside were accompanied by the soft whimpers from the man whose chin sat upon your head.

“I’m always going to be here for you y/n,” he jaggedly says.

You two sat in each other's embrace for what seemed like an eternity. 

“Let me show you something,” he says, breaking the silence and adjusting your position to where your back is flush against him.

He set the guitar in your hands, “Let’s start from the top, yeah?”

That night he taught you the song on his guitar, sometimes you filled in lyrics that felt right.

“They know we got the chemistry…” Geto sings.

“Love how your body feels on me, when you get back let me get that…” you finish with a small laugh.

“Yo!” he jumps up, lifting your laughing frame into the air, “That’s a bar!”

“Are you jealous that I may be a better singer than you?” you giggle back.

“You’re coming for my career, baby girl!”

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Six more hours.

Six more hours until this paper is due, and you’re almost done with this last page. 

Six more hours until the hell that was this semester is finally done.

Six more hours until you can crawl into bed with Suguru and take a long-deserved nap.

“Almost there, baby,” he says while massaging your shoulders.

“I got this,” you say while typing furiously.

“Hell yeah, you do.”

Your train of thought was interrupted by his ringtone going off from behind you.

“I’ll be right back, when I come back you better have this paragraph done!”

Sending him a stiff salute you continued to trudge on as he stepped into your bedroom and closed the door.

“Geto! What’s going on, my man? Happy holidays!” his new manager cheered into the phone.

“It’s going well, just spending some time with family and friends while I can,” he replies while lying down on your bed and grabbing a stuffed My Melody to hold against him.

“Well, I’m glad you have been enjoying your last moments of freedom while you can. Speaking of which, I do have an early Christmas present for you!”

“Awesome! What is it?” 

“Well, the company wants you to start as soon as possible. I played them your band's audition, and they think you can finish your training in less than a year!”

“That’s amazing!” he shoots up and runs his hands through his hair, “when do I fly out? Next year, I hope?”

“Geto, I did say Christmas present, didn’t I? You’ll leave the day after the 25th. I bought you some more time to spend with your family, but you’ll be spending the new year here, in Japan!”

Suguru felt his heart drop. That was in two weeks. 

Two weeks to eat all the food he can.

Two weeks to practice with the band.

Two weeks to say goodbye to his family.

Two weeks to erase all traces of his friend groups’ antics.

Two weeks till he has to leave you.

“Uh… two weeks… wow that’s really soon.” 

“Absolutely! Now rest up, this year is going to be the craziest experience of your life!”

His manager kept going on about the potential future he had coming for him. But he couldn’t seem to focus on all the newfound information. Slowly feeling the aroma of you envelop him fully, being surrounded by you everywhere, it was suffocating. 

How is he going to tell you?

“I finished it!” he heard your jumps of triumph in the distance, echoing to the pits of his empty stomach, “I’m finally done with this God-awful semester! One more year till graduation!”

You burst through the door, interrupting his pensive state, wrapping yourself around him.

“You okay, babe?” You realize pulling away slowly, eyeing his sweating frame, “You look a bit sick, want me to make you some soup?”

“Oh no, I’m fine, just fine really,” he shallowly laughs, pulling himself away from you and moving to turn on the fan, “just got a little warm is all.”

“Who called?” you asked before flopping on the bed and sighing, “was it your manager? Did you get the job?”

“Uh yeah…” he shuffled, not meeting your eyes, “It was my manager, he had some good news…”

“Oh my God, did you guys pass?” you pounced on him, awaiting the news.

“Uh… yeah, I did.” he lied.

With an excited squeal, you shower him in kisses and tight squeezes, your love for him unfaltering, “When do you leave?”

“Not for another year,” he smiles, not looking at you.

“Hopefully you’ll still be here for my graduation…” you sighed, “Nonetheless I’m glad I get to keep you to myself for a bit longer.

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December 25, 2022

“And this one's for you babe,” you smiled plopping the present into his hands. The Christmas tree behind him set the picture-perfect scene. Surrounded by your closest friends and family exchanging presents in your matching red and green pajamas, bellies full from the holiday feast, and presents waiting to be opened. 

He happily obliged and ripped into the small package immediately. His eyes were wide as he lifted the contents with careful fingers.

“It’s a guitar pick,” you explained, seating yourself in his lap as he closely examined it, “so when you practice, you’ll always remember that I’m with you, cheering you on.”

He flipped the small piece over and nearly shed a tear at the small gold embossed scrawling you had designed a tiny heart.

“But hey, just because you have this doesn’t mean you can just stop cutting your fingernails! Also, it’s a reminder of me scolding you to stop biting your nails!” he chuckled lightly.

He didn’t have any words, mostly scared that he was going to start choking up if he even dared to open his mouth.

His present for you sat heavy in his pocket, the box weighing him down, anchored to the floor. Or was it the guilt that sat in his chest?

“Geto!” your friend Yuji shouted while making his way over, interrupting his contemplation, “Heard the great news! So excited for you, man! Look at you, finally pursuing your passion! It feels like yesterday you guys were just practicing in the garage.” 

“Thank you, man, I appreciate it,” Suguru responds, reaching a hand out to dap him up.

“Say, can’t believe you’re leaving so soon, what a shame, your mom has been a mess crying every time she hears your name.”

“We will make the most of the time we have together, that’s for sure,” you interject, snuggling into Suguru.

“Well, you two better hurry,” Yuji says while looking at his watch, “Time's ticking…”

“Well, good thing he leaves-”

Suguru suddenly stands up, meeting Yuji before you can finish your sentence, “Yeah, I mean, we will make it feel like a year, that’s for sure! Gotta spend as much time with my girl as possible!” While patting his shoulder rather harshly and pleading with him with his eyes.

“Uh… Dude did you not-”

“Itadori! Did you try the cherry cheesecake that she made? It’s so good! Let’s go have some now!”

“But I’m allergic!”

“Be right back, babe, just going to get a slice!” 

Suguru pulls Yuji by the scruff of his neck to the kitchen.

“Did you seriously not tell her yet? You leave tomorrow! Eighteen hours to be exact!” He harshly whispers to Geto.

“I just haven’t had the right moment to tell her yet…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “It’s going to break her.” 

“You know what might break her more? She wakes up tomorrow and goes over to your house to only be told you left the country!”

“I know!” he yells a bit too loudly. Everyone in the house turned to the shouting two with questioning eyes.

“Sorry folks! Just talking about some music things!” 

“Geto, you are going to quite literally ruin her. The only thing you are accomplishing-” 

“A toast!” The pair was interrupted by Geto's parents, who asked everyone to gather around.

“We are not done here, you will tell her tonight,” Yuji states, shoulder-checking Suguru before grabbing a champagne flute and joining everyone.

He takes a moment to collect himself before plastering a fake smile and rejoining at your side.

“Thank you, everyone, for joining us here tonight. As you all know, Christmas is such a lovely time for all of us to reunite and enjoy each other’s company,” his dad announces.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen some of you, that I almost didn’t recognize a few!” a chorus of chuckles resounded before he cleared his voice and continued, “As some of you may or may not know, God has truly blessed one a few of our own with the opportunity of a lifetime,” everyone turned towards Suguru with proud smiles, “And I would like to thank each and every one of you who supported and believed in our dear son and his friends. We are all so proud of you and can’t wait to see you make music for the whole world to hear!” 

“That’s my boyfriend!” You shouted from the back, also receiving a chorus of laughter. 

“Though we may not see you for a while, just know we are rooting for you, all of us here at home, love you dearly,” his mom chimed in, raising her glass towards him, “to Domain.”

“To Domain!” Everyone cheered, raising their glasses in unison.

“To Domain…” you softly said, confused while looking up at him. 

Suguru was sweating. Puddles.

He weakly lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp, not making eye contact with your questioning eyes beneath him. 

“Baby? What does she mean for a while? You don’t leave for a long while?” you ask with lips pouted.

“Uh… I think she just means that you all won’t see me for a bit because… I uh… will be busy getting ready to leave for training is all! Yeah! I am just so excited to be diving into my craft!”

“Oh. Okay. She made it sound like you were leaving tomorrow or something,” you chuckled sipping from your glass, “So, what did you get me for Christmas?”

Already flustered, he was saved by his ringtone, “Not yet, lemme take this real quick, it’s my manager.”

You nodded, turning to wait for your turn for the karaoke microphone while he stepped out onto the porch in the cold.

“Merry Christmas boys!” his manager sang to him in a group call, “How is everyone's day going?”

"Can we please cut the pleasantries?" Toji sighs.

"Let's make this quick, yeah? Sukuna and I want to get some practice in tonight," Gojo whines. Sukuna lets out a soft grunt in agreement.

“Uh…” Suguru huffed out, a puff of visible breath leaving his mouth as he shivered, “It’s been good. Hard to say goodbye.”

“Well, it’s another Christmas miracle, boys! Luckily for you, however very unlucky for the company, all the airports in Canada have been temporarily unable to send out or land any planes due to severe weather warnings, so we won’t be able to fly you out for a bit. I went back and forth with the company and bought you some more time, so you’ll leave the first of the year! New year, new beginnings, am I right?”

Geto couldn’t believe his ears. 

More time with you. More time to tell you.

“Are you serious?” he choked out.

“Yes! So please, tell that girlfriend of yours, I have a feeling you haven’t been able to break the news,” he pokes.

"I really don't want to sit next to you on the plane if you're going to be crying the whole time," Toji chuckles.

“Man… shut up, and what makes you think that?” 

His band mates harmonize a resounding jester of boo's.

“Well, considering the first file you sent over to me of singing samples was painful ballads, I would guess that you haven’t told her, or you two broke up. And we all just know neither one of you could do that.”

"Pussy whipped!" Sukuna laughs, and the others join in.

Suguru looks down the street, blurry colors barely visible due to the heavy amounts of snow falling, “I’ll tell her soon. Just not on Christmas.”

The lot spent a few more minutes talking about logistics and excitement before he went back inside.

How is he going to break the news to you?

–

Suguru was able to successfully avoid you for the remainder of the party, too many aunties and uncles pulling him away to congratulate him- even sneaking a few bills and checks into his pocket- and asking way too many questions about the future that made his head spin.

From time to time he would look over and see you playing with the heaps of children with their new toys, or holding some lady’s newborn baby, or helping his mom pack people’s takeaway plates. One aunt had to quite literally snap her fingers in front of his face to redirect his attention because he couldn’t stop swooning over you holding a set of sleeping baby twins. 

“I like her,” his aunt smiled while joining him in the hallway, “She’s the type you want to lock down.”

“I love her.”

“Then don’t break her heart, soon is coming whether you like it or not.”

You were now playing hide and seek with a few of the older kids and saw your bright red socks peeking out from under the tall curtains giving your spot away immediately.

“Only a coward will let something this small get in the way.” his aunt pats his shoulder before walking away.

—

“You know you never had the chance to give me your Christmas gift…” You trail while face-timing Suguru in bed.

“You’ll get it soon, don't worry,” he laughs, shuffling the sheet music on his desk.

“You know, it is customary to exchange presents on Christmas right?”

“I am aware, I’ll give it to you next time I see you. New Year’s Eve right? We’re still going over to Yuji's?”

“I should be back by then.”

Trying to find the right time to tell you was arduous. The day after Christmas, your family surprised you with a trip to New York to visit some of your family there. Just more time wasted where he couldn’t spend his last waking moments of freedom with you. Scrolling through Instagram, it tugged at his heartstrings seeing you smile and laugh with cousins you haven’t seen in a while, unaware of the disastrous news waiting for you at home with him. 

Cheers to the end of Fall 2022! Your caption reads, a boomerang with you cheering to the camera, a pint of beer daring to spill over.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” he asks.

“Nine pm,” you respond yawning, “a few more stops for sightseeing, then my cousin is dropping us off at the airport.

“Am I still picking you up to go back to the apartment?”

“Yes please.”

There was movement on your end of the camera due to your cousins wrestling you to the ground, trying to sneak a peek at your boyfriend.

“Hi, hyung!” one of the younger ones shouted with a toothless smile.

“Hello, hello! Please be careful with my girlfriend, she is highly valuable to me!” he chuckles, leaning back into his bed. 

“No promises! She needs to take us ice skating now and she hasn’t gotten dressed yet!” he whines back.

“Okay okay, I surrender! Please get off, I’ll get ready now!” 

He bids you a farewell and heads to bed. 

One more sleep until it’s time to see you.

–

December 31, 2022

“Red or blue for tonight?” you shout from your closet.

“Hmm… I am wearing baby blue tonight. How about that dark blue dress you bought the other day?” he replies by sporting a towel around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. 

 “The sparkly one or the satin one?” you walk up behind him as he spits into the sink, taking in the options through the mirror.

“Definitely sparkly, it is New Year's Eve after all.”

“I don’t even want to go out…” You whine, leaning onto his back and pecking his shoulder, “Can we just stay in…?” continuing a path of open-mouth kisses to his neck.

“Hell no! Yuji will kill us if we don’t show up! He’s been planning this all month!” he says, trying not to give in to your feeble attempts at seduction and focus on shaving his faint mustache.

“But I don’t wanna… the new year means another day closer to you leaving and I want to spend every minute with you!”

His back tenses at the mention of his departure.

“Yeah… me too, baby,” he says, shrugging you off and heading towards the dresser to grab some boxers, “but let’s celebrate rather than think about that!”

The fresh hot shower couldn’t ease the nervousness that he felt. He was keeping this a secret.

Again.

From the moment he picked you up at the airport, he tried, he really tried, to confess to you about his early departure. But the way you kept talking about your fun adventures from New York, he couldn’t just rain on your sunshine just quite yet. Then he decided he would tell you when you two got back to the apartment, after dinner. But you obviously had other plans as you decided to immediately jump his bones upon unlocking the front door. He even tried to disconnect your needy lips from his own, but alas, he wasn’t just a man with needs- he was a simp with needs. And who was he to deny you of anything you wanted?

He decided now, as he was putting on his socks, that he was going to have to tell you before you two left for the party. Especially with how much of a loudmouth Yuji is, everybody in attendance probably already heard of the news and his send-off the next morning. 

Mustering up the courage to approach you, he eyed your frame standing at the mirror near the door, just putting the last of your lip gloss on for the night.

It’s now or never.

“Hey baby, I have something to tell you,” he said shakily, standing with knees that felt like they were going to give out any second. 

“What’s up,” you respond, walking past him to grab your purse and then meeting him in the hallway.

“Just know, that I know that this is very last minute, and I probably should have told you sooner but I didn’t want to make the moment super emotional. I love you. You mean so entirely much to me, and I’m scared I would push you away,” he admits.

“Sugu,” you start, taking his hand in yours to shut down his insecure thoughts, “It’s okay. I already know.”

“Wait, you do?” he shouts incredulously, “Who told you? Was it Sukuna? Toji? It had to be Gojo, that mother fucker...Oh my God, it was my mom, wasn’t it? I told her not to say anything…”

“Baby no none of them told me, I was just waiting for you to show me?”

Suguru cocked an eyebrow, “Show you…?”

“My Christmas present, right?” you chuckle shoving him lightly, “I don’t mind if you forgot, I know you’ve had a lot on your mind recently. So what, did it just come in or something? I’m sure the snowstorm probably delayed whatever it was.”

“Oh! Yeah… Right! Your Christmas present, that’s what this is all about, haha,” he says, fumbling around, then heads into the room to find the small box. The little angel on his shoulder was shouting at him to turn back around that instant to tell you the truth. Meanwhile, the little, insecure Suguru on the other side sighed a breath he’d been holding in, glad to take a moment to collect himself. He reached into his bedside drawer and reappeared in the hallway to meet you.

“Merry belated Christmas, my love,” he whispers, presenting the box.

“You’re not proposing to me, right?” You eye him, breaking the palpable tension in the air, “because there is usually a part where you get on one knee and then there’s the speech.”

“No, no,” he laughs, “not yet at least,” he says with a wink, “gotta chase our dreams first.”

You open the tiny black box to be met with a small silver ring without a gemstone, but rather small engravings. 

Forever it read on the outside

♡ Sugu, it read on the inside.

“It’s a promise,” he starts, “a promise to forever be yours.”

He steps closer with every word, “a promise to forever be supporting you, near or far. A promise to love you even when you don’t love yourself.”

“And lastly,” tears pricked your eyes as you stared down at the ring, he was so close that his breath fanned across your skin, “It’s a reminder that no matter how much of a dream this opportunity is, that you, you y/n, are my dream.”

He slots the ring on your manicured pinky before sliding his to intertwine with yours, “I promise, that I love you.”

Time stood still at that moment. Nothing could pull you two apart. Standing together with pinkies interlocked.

“I love you, dream and all.”

“I love you forever.”

“Dream and all.”

–

“Finally they’re here!” 

Yuji outdid himself with this party. Lights were strung up along the ceiling and banisters, bottles of alcohol lined the kitchen tables, and so many people were there that they had to park around the block.

As his heart sank with the weight of his secret, the party continued in the background. The music was loud, and people were dancing and laughing, unaware of the turmoil.

Confetti rained down from the ceiling, and balloons bounced around the room, adding to the festivities, but he couldn't bring himself to enjoy any of it. All he could think about was the fact that he was leaving and that he had hurt the one person he cared about more than anything.

As the night wore on, he felt himself becoming more and more detached from the party. 

Many people came up to him with words of encouragement, pride beaming on their faces as his band would go on to make your small town proud.

 He watched as people wrote their New Year’s hopes on small pieces of paper and then taped them to the wall, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation. A couple of hours in, he sees you being whisked every which way by friends who were visiting home from university, and he smiles, knowing you have been looking forward to seeing them all year. His heart was heavy as he looked around the festive New Year's Eve party. The excitement of the countdown to midnight, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses all seemed to fade as he thought about what he had to do.

But he couldn't join in their celebration.

 He knew that when the clock struck midnight, his world would be completely different.

“Tick-tock, Cinderella,” Sukuna whispers into Geto's ear while passing by and then pointing at the clock above. 

One more hour till midnight.

“Wanna dance for a bit?” he heard your voice from next to him, “or are you too busy being broody in the corner?”

Much to his dismay, you pulled him onto the dance floor. He couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest as your hips melted into the rhythm of the song, your arms snaking up to his neck. He felt multiple sets of eyes land on you two, some filled with love, others in sadness, and some people even raised their cups in solemn of what’s to become of you two.

 In just a few short hours, Domain would be leaving for Japan, pursuing the dream that you both talked so highly of. It was an opportunity that would change his life, but it also meant leaving behind everything he knew and loved.

He looked around the room, friends he grew up with, family that supported him through everything, you, you being his world. Was he really ready to leave this life?

“Girl, if I were you I’d be fucking him into the next year!” a drunk girl slurred while bumping into you two.

“I mean I plan on it!” you chuckled while trying to steady her rocking frame.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do it y/n… long distance that already sucks… him having to keep you a secret for the rest of his life? Damn, that’s even worse.”

Feeling flustered by the truth, you begin to talk down the reality, “Oh, I feel secure enough in my relationship! I know Sugu is just doing what he has to do for his career, but that doesn’t mean he loves me any less! We have great communication-”

“Pshh, communication my ass! Did he even tell you that they leave–”

“Okay! That’s enough! Too much to drink as always, Utahime, huh?” He shushes her while pulling her to a couch to lie down.

“Oh fuck off, Geto, if you don’t want to tell her, I’ll tell her myself because you are too much of a pussy boy to do so!” she yells while being thrown onto the couch. 

Gathering his wits, he makes his way back to you. 

“What was that all about? What are you not telling me?” you ask, taking a step forward.

“Don’t worry about it, babe, you know Utahime gets too drunk at parties and keeps saying shit…” Geto sweats.

“Wait, you know that is weird because Miwa also brought up something along the lines of “Oh wow, he hasn’t told you yet?” when I was talking to her earlier… what are you hiding?” You suddenly feel the bottle of soju you had earlier. 

“Not here, please, not now…” he pleads, frantically looking around as people start to be intrigued by the madness happening in front of them.

“No, tell me now. New year, no secrets!” you stomp.

When the countdown finally began, Suguru felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that once the new year began, his life would be changed forever. 

“For fucks sake,” he says before pulling you outside.

He looked over at you, who was standing with your back turned to him. He wanted to go over to you, just hold you, to apologize, to make things right, but he knew that it was too late. 

He had to face the truth.

“You have ten seconds to tell me,” you say with crossed arms, chests pressed against each other.

As if on cue, he hears the crowd from inside the house start the countdown into the new year.

10!

“I have been keeping a secret.”

9!

“I haven’t been able to find the right words to tell you.”

8!

“I did pass my audition, and I will leave for Japan soon.”

7!

“My manager called the other day to tell me I'm leaving on Christmas.”

6!

“But I got an extension.”

5!

“When do you leave Suguru?” you ask with a shaky breath, eyes clouded with tears, as you stand watching the man you love break down.

4!

“I love you, y/n, don’t forget that.” he chokes out.

3!

“When do you leave Suguru Geto?!” you scream at him.

2!

Time stilled as he just stared at you with a trembling lip. 

1!

“I leave today.”

As the countdown ended, and the room erupted into cheers, fireworks went off from the backyard. He felt a sense of emptiness inside. 

“Happy New Year!” was ringing in his ears, the festivity inside contrasting the pit in his stomach. He knew that he was supposed to be celebrating, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so. All he could do was watch as you slowly walked backward, face twisted with pain.

You both stood there, both lost in your thoughts, as the new year began. And as the party continued around him, he felt more alone than ever before. 

"What? When were you going to tell me? You waited till the day of?"

"I didn't know how," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the cheers. "I didn't want to hurt you."

You took another step back, tears streaming down your face. "You're leaving me?"

Suguru reached out to touch you, but you pulled away. "No, y/n, it's not like that. I just..."

“You didn’t what?” you whispered, finally stepping forward, him retreating backwards, “You didn't do what, Geto!” finally yelled.

“You lied! You lied to my face, of all secrets to keep, you kept this. For what? Think I couldn’t take it? Couldn’t bear the fact you’d be chasing your dreams? What is it?” you screamed, pushing him with each sentence.

He took every beating, the punishment for his personalized brand of torture he put you through. You hit his chest as he stood, taking in every blow, face and body empty, a shell of the man you’ve come to love. 

“So much for forever right?” you finally stop, “so much for dreams and all.”

“Baby,” he pleads, “baby please don’t.”

“No, because…” You lift your face, running your hands through your hair, your ring getting caught in the tangles, reminding you of his promise, “fuck this Geto. This really was never going to work.”

“You don’t. You don’t mean that,” he shakes his head, reaching out for you.

“I fucking mean it,” you say while staring at him and taking off the ring and throwing it on the ground, “I hope it works out for you, Geto, I really do. Dreams and all.” 

You left Suguru there as he fell to his knees, cradling the ring that symbolizes everything you meant to him. The real engagement ring in his pocket never felt heavier in his pocket.

---

xx kitty k

“Are you kidding me? Gojo, open your fucking eyes!” Geto screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you arrived at Geto’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him, and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

—

Maybe you should have seen it coming when Geto insisted on you bringing your class materials for your upcoming exam, promising that he would help you study. When he opened the door, you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to savagely ravished in some long-awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Geto bounced around your mind as you anticipatedly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Geto that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, “I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and moved towards his kitchen to grab some water and place your belongings on his table. Making your way to Geto’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated, and as you rounded the corner, you saw him slouched over, staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving. 

“Hey, babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again. 

“Just go towards the back Toj, that way they won’t see you,” he called out, adjusting his mic. 

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No, Gojo, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly, then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe, sorry, I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if you won't, just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.” 

“Yeah, yeah, swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down, and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to take notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed, and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat, and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles, closing the lecture video tab, Geto walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of black sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge. 

Suguru Geto was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever encountered. When you two first met, he was just a baby face with the biggest mop of hair that was always cautious with his actions. He was the most respectful gentleman at the age of 14, showing up to your front doorstep, stumbling over his words to your dad with a grandiose bouquet of roses, asking for permission to officially court you. 

Yes, court you. 

Your parents loved Suguru; over time, he proved his loyalty, respect, and care that he would have towards you. When he joined Jujutsu High to pursue his goal of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, there wasn’t a night that he would miss sending you goodnight voice memos filled with words of affirmation or ordering the very same set of flowers to your doorstep on every month-anniversary. He was a hopeless romantic sweetheart, a cutie with a heart of chivalry. 

But of course, your parents had no idea what your relationship was like when you two were alone, from losing your virginity with Suguru after your first mission together, or him sending you breathy lewd videos of himself in response to photos you would send him in the middle of his busy mission days. You and Geto were always willing to put in the time for one another, that is, until as of lately…

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Gojo fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them not to see him,” he laughs while heading towards you. 

Geto tied his hair into a bun and tucked a hand into his pocket, making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always. Long gone were his familiar long black locks that seemed to always fall down the middle of his back from his childhood days. Geto’s grown into his face for sure; his hair no longer midnight but reminiscent of it, that deep midnight blue with buzzed sides resting on his shoulder, cheeks high, and chin angular. But no matter how much he’s changed, that precious eye smile will forever remain.

Straightening your back, you leaned forward, awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered, awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts, and you can barely sit still as you think about how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fills your head excitingly as you watch him stride closer. It has been a while since you two have been able to have a whole day to yourselves. However, Geto wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah, I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

Rolling your eyes, you open your laptop back up and move on to the next video. An excruciatingly long hour and a half passed by, and the droning, monotone voice of your professor proved to make you both tired and relentlessly bored. How can someone talk about phlebotomy so passionately for hours on end? Geto’s cheers of wins and screeches of losses the whole time as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s stale voice, deemed studying here was harder than you thought. Detangling your limbs from the chair, you walked towards his voice and heavy clacking. 

“Sugu, you said almost done like two hours ago,” you frowned while standing at the frame of his door. 

He tore his eyes away from the screen, finally noticing your sad demeanor, “I’m sorry, baby, we are almost done with this round, promise.” 

You could hear the roar of jesters he got from the boys on the other end of his call. A round of kissy sounds was coupled with a few mentions of him going ‘soft’ or ‘whipped. ’ “Shut up, guys, you guys are just jealous you’re single.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards him, “You told me you would make time for me today! How is this quality time, Sugu?”

“Yeah, Sugu? If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!” You heard Toji from the other end of his headphones.

“Shut up, please, you incels!” Geto muttered while muting his mic, removing his headphones to his neck, and resting his hands on your hips as you stood between his knees, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I swear we are almost done. If you want, you can lie on my bed as you go through your flashcards?”

“I don’t want to study by myself anymore! You told me quality time, and you would help me study! If I wanted to study alone, I would have just stayed home…” You whined with your arms crossed.

“Okay,” Geto rested his head into your stomach in an attempt to forgive him with his cuteness, “What about you lie on my bed behind me, and I’ll read out the flashcards, and you can answer. That way, I can help you study, and I can finish this game with the boys?”

“I don’t want you to keep playing with the boys, though… I want you to pay attention to me! I want your attention,” you said while stomping your foot for emphasis, hoping he could hear the neediness in your inflection.

“Geto! I don’t care how much your ass is in trouble with y/n! Get the fuck back in here, I can’t keep covering for you!” Gojo interjected while everyone else agreed to join in on the insults.

“One more sec!” he said into the mic before muting again, “last offer baby, I said I’m sorry, I’ll help you study, and when we finish, then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

After a few seconds of looking into his puppy dog eyes and pouty lip, you reluctantly agreed and retreated to the kitchen to gather your flashcards and study questions. Geto cheered, turning in his chair to slot his headphones back on and situate his mic. 

“Yo, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m here, I’m just going to help y/n study while we finish out this round.”

“Dude, you cannot be multitasking right now! We are so close to reaching the endgame!” Choso argued.

“We have never gotten this far, and I’m not wasting another two hours on trying to get here again, so you better be focused,” Gojo scolded.

“I swear I’m paying attention,” he nodded as you handed him the fat stack of decorated index cards. Geto lightly giggled and smirked at you, “Did you really decorate your nursing flashcards with stickers to make them all cutesy?”

“Yes?” you retorted, “and what about it?” as you situated yourself by lying on your back and your legs in the air.

“Because y/n,” he turned in his chair to look at you, trying not to linger his eyes on your bare legs in the air. He held one particular card up, fully decorated, glittered, and written in smooth calligraphy, reading, ‘testicular cancer’.

“I associate the decoration with the terms! It’s like a studying technique, babe!” you sat up defending yourself.

“How did you associate testicular cancer with Hello Kitty and ice cream stickers?” he challenged.

Just as you were about to answer, Choso’s voice filled the room, “Geto! What did we just say? We almost lost Toji because you aren’t paying attention!”

Other voices chastised Geto, pulling him back to his computer, pressing a few buttons, and clicking profusely. 

“Okay, sorry again, I healed everyone. Are we all good now?” he looked between his screens, checking on everyone.

“We would have been better if you weren’t so busy talking about Hello Kitty and cancer? Which hello? Is not something to joke about!” Gojo pressed.

“Actually, it’s Hello Kitty, ice cream, and testicular cancer, Gojo,” you chimed in from behind, “Okay, Sugu, I’m ready for my first question.”

“Okay…” After a couple more clicks, he picked up the first card, “How do you use an Incentive Spirometer?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. First, you have the patient sit up straight.”

“Ugh, so boring…can you at least mute yourself for now?” Toji sighed on the other end of the line.

Ignoring his remarks, you continued, “then you have the patient exhale completely, third have the patient place their lips on the mouthpiece-”

“I know where I’d like to have your lips,” Geto instinctively responded without thinking, with a clear smirk on his lips. A burst of laughter erupted from his friends, as well as your boyfriend, as you sat there unimpressed.

“Dude, you’re so gross,” Choso muttered.

Meanwhile, Gojo must have been into it as he responded, “I second that.” Whereas Toji just laughed with a simple, “Haha, I agree.”

“Watch it, you two,” Geto stoically grumbled while continuing to slam his fingers onto the keyboard. 

“This is serious stuff, guys! I need to pass my NCLEX next week.”

“Then why bother Geto while he plays! Don't worry, y/n, we will return your precious Sugu after we are done, okay? Just like your little exam is important to you, this is severely important to us,” Gojo seriously tried to barter while the others chuckled.

“I don’t know how my having the opportunity to save lives is even comparable to your silly little games…” 

The boys feigned hurt with a chorus of dramatic gasps. 

“This ‘silly little game’ is everything,” Gojo said.

Toji joined in, “We are also saving lives! We are fighting the bad guys!”

“Are you really trying to compare NPCs to real human beings?”  you bit back.

“Hey, humans are humans, babe,” Geto chuckled.

“Those aren’t even humans!” You shouted from over his shoulder, pointing at the screen.

“Look, y/n, Gojo is indeed…err… otherworldly looking, but alas, he is a human,” Choso innocently said.

“Hey! Just for that, I’m not healing you!” 

“Baby, we didn’t even get through one question,” you turned towards Geto.

“Babe, maybe if you played games you would understand why we are so into this,” he pried, “consuming curses sucks so bad. Exorcising curses is exhausting. Can I please just have this time to relax?”

“I don’t have time for games when I’m busy studying! Studying to try and get a job by the way! To get a job so we can get married and start a family! Ya know? To provide for us and our future, maybe?” you said while clutching the bottom of your shirt, anger fueling you.

“Whoa there.”

“Yooo…”

“Yikes, Geto. Made mama bear mad.”

“Babe, chill out, I’m just joking. But honestly, it wouldn’t kill you if you just took a break now and then. Games are a great stress relief for me, maybe I should get you hooked on a game so you can be occupied while I’m online or out on missions,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Again! What part of quality time do you not understand?” You threw your arms up to fall backwards onto his bed.

“Yo! Nice shot, Fushiguro!” 

It’s good to know your boyfriend will always be listening to you!!

Frustrated -both literally and sexually- you stomped your way out of the room and back into the kitchen, making it a point to slam his door.

“Almost done, babe, I swear!”

—

You lightly hummed along to the music playing in your ears as you stood yet again in Geto’s kitchen, taking the liberty of washing his dishes that had been left in the sink for far too long. The boys have had a heavy and strict schedule every day, so it should be no surprise that they barely have time to take care of themselves. He just flew in last week from Japan, taking care of some grade 1 curses. His luggage was still left untouched by the front door; he was probably too tired to even unpack his things. His passport and neck pillow sat on top of the bags, and you decided to crack it open and put some of his things away. After pressing the button to turn on the washing machine full of his dirty clothes from the trip, you decide to make some dinner for your hard-working boyfriend.

You stirred a pot slowly as you watched old videos of Gojo and Geto’s vlogs they would make on old missions. Maybe it was the steam from the soup you were making clouding your judgment, or it was the way Geto looked way more buff after the Shibuya incident, or was it his uniform being unbuttoned? Whatever it was, it definitely distracted you enough to accidentally slice your finger a bit and unknowingly notice the pot about to boil over next to you. Stringing out a list of profanities and quickly moving to remove the pot and tend to your hand, the video of Geto continued to play. His body took up the whole frame, as Gojo, the cameraman, decided to do a full head-to-toe of him as he stood on top of a building, catching his breath and sending a smolder into the lens, bloodlust evident in his eyes. Time seemed to stand still as he licked his lips and grabbed at his hair with a boyish smile, nonetheless making Gojo and you go crazy. The camera pans to the view, soaking in the orange and pink sunset. He looked so good, the memories of that night filled your mind as you stood watching the screen go black and the timer asking if you wanted the next video or to play again.

–

Geto called you the moment he got back to his hotel room. He was exhausted and missing you, a very deadly combo. He didn’t even get to make it to the shower, flopping onto the couch facing the window, looking out into the night city skyline.

“Hey, princess,” he said as he saw your face come into view.

“Oh, hey, baby!” you giggled out loud. There was loud music playing in the background, accompanied by the strobing neon lights. Your cohort friends convinced you to come out after your exam to celebrate. You did try to get out of it, considering Geto was going to be ending his mission soon, but how could you explain the absolute significance to your friends? They would constantly tease you about the ‘boyfriend material’ lock screen you had of Geto, unbeknownst to him, the extent of his job.

“Did you watch the video Gojo sent?” Geto asked, lifting the phone up higher as if it would make it seem like you’re there with him.

“What did you say?” you screamed over the song in the background, “Hold on, let me go outside!”

“y/n! Let’s take a shot!” you heard a voice from behind you, one of your good friends, Utahime, said while haphazardly waving at you to come.

“One sec!” You made your way outside the club and leaned against the side of the building away from the crowds and cars, finally getting some peace and privacy. You were very, very drunk, probably more than you wanted to be without Geto there, but you had to admit, it felt like a weight was off your shoulders. You were fucking proud of yourself! First exam of the semester, and you did well!

“y/n,” Geto’s eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. You too lifted your phone screen higher, letting him see your full frame come into view, “Fuck, I love that dress on you so much.”

“I know!” you whined, running your hands down your body over the black fitted fabric, “I remembered you liked this one, so I wore it tonight. Kinda makes it feel like you’re here too.”

“You look…” Geto couldn’t even get the words out. His eyes were glued to the woman on his screen, looking at him with innocent, wide eyes that had big lashes fluttering at him, lips rouged and pouted, and a bountiful set of breasts being teased by your manicured fingers. 

“Ugh, baby, I miss you so much…” you hummed, hitting just the right spot over one of your hardened nubs, “can you come back already?”

“Baby, I'll come back in a few days, then I have you all to myself. Just you and me,” he whispered, completely entranced as he watched your hands move farther and farther down. He didn’t even notice the way his hands were already unconsciously palming over himself, awaiting your next move.

“You know if you were here,” he slurred while looking past the camera and into the distance, “I wouldn’t have to be doing this myself.” Before Geto could even respond, you let out a lusty moan, feeling your fingers enter yourself with ease, with a leg propped up against the brick wall.

“Oh my god,” Geto incredulously whispered, completely bewildered by what he was witnessing. He seemed to finally snap out of it when you looked back at him, asking him if he was going to join you. He hurriedly took off his pants and stuffed his shirt into his mouth as he gave in and tugged at himself, “I need this. I need you. So bad. Lemme see you, baby, please.”

You took a quick look around, but no one was around in this area as the party kept going around the corner at the front of the building. Deeming the coast clear, you propped your phone on the ground at an angle for Geto could see your full silhouette take up the screen. A couple of parked cars were behind you in the alley, and you leaned against one, arms supporting your weight as you leaned down, letting your dress ride up, exposing your ass completely.

“Fuck baby. Open up more for me,” Geto threw his head back, sliding his hand faster and faster against himself, “I can see how wet you are, dripping all over your fingers. What if someone were to see you? Bent over a stranger's car, fingering yourself on the phone to your famous boyfriend. Dumb little kitty can’t wait for me to get home, huh?”

Geto’s words egged you on further, now sliding down the car due to your legs slowly giving out.

“Quiet down slut. I can hear you from here. Don’t want someone to see my kitten fucking herself outside all alone. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he seethed, but you both knew deep down you liked the idea of being so close to being caught. 

“Please, Sugu, I’m so close…” You howled, suddenly seeing stars as your orgasm approached. You could hear some voices get louder as they were approaching the corner of the building you were at, about to be caught.

“Y/n!” Geto screamed, releasing himself all over his abdomen, breathing labored as he continued to watch you fuck yourself against the car, “baby no,” he sternly said. 

You halted your movements, knowing exactly what that meant. You collected yourself and yanked your dress down before hobbling back in your heels to pick up the phone, “What’s wrong, my love?” You furrowed your eyes.

“You’re not cumming without me, and you're definitely not cumming outside where everyone gets a free show,” he indignantly said.

“But Sugu, you got to!”

“I am under a lot of stress right now,” he sighed while releasing the shirt from his mouth allowing it to puddle into the mess on his stomach, “Plus, I’m alone, for your eyes only love,” he cheekily smirked with a wink, “Now get your ass back inside, text me when you get home, stay safe.”

–

That was the last time you and Geto actually got it on, as the kids would say. In hindsight, three days wasn’t that long, but you hadn’t had a true Geto-induced orgasm in a couple of weeks! A couple of weeks! And here he is, finally alone with you, insisting on playing video games with his bandmates who are with him every other waking hour of the day. The paused image of Geto during his performance taunting you with that cocky, smug smile. 

Fuck this, if Geto wants to play games then…

 Let's play.

–

“Dude, we are doing so well, I can’t believe it. At this point, we should probably start streaming this shit!” you hear Geto say as you walk back into his room.

“If we make it out, let’s do it all again and stream it!” Gojo replies. If Geto knew you were back in the room, he didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement this time.

 Let’s change that. 

You huff loudly as you dramatically waltz around his room, pretending to look at things carefully as if it were your first time there. Geto sneaks a look over as you fling the doors of his closet open before stepping inside, fingers dancing over each hanging shirt. You smile as some remind you of memories of dates, and even ones you’ve stolen or borrowed in the past. Finally finding the shirt he wore from the latest mission, you tugged at the end of your shirt and lifted it, your pants following after leaving you in the matching dark green set you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with.

“Bro, how can you not see-” Geto chokes on his own spit as you noticed your movement and were shocked to see your full ass on display.

“Did I not see what?” The boys questioned.

Good, he fell for the first trap.

“Uh, I don’t know, sorry.” he shook his head, looking back at the screen but still constantly watching you from the side, suddenly interested in your actions. You took the shirt off the hanger and slowly shimmied it on, ending just under your cheeks. Geto swallowed hard as he tried to focus on the game in front of him, as strategy was crucial in this next part. 

You turned back into his room and made your way to his dresser, eyeing each chain and set of rings that were neatly lined up by color and finger placement. Turning to look back at Geto, his eyes met yours questioningly as you simply smiled back while eyeing his frantic hands on his custom-built keyboard. 

Those fingers. Those veins. Those hands.

You picked a simple silver chain necklace with a cross on it and a layered gold set of chains, as well as 6 various matching rings, then made your way to him. Holding up the chains and looking at him, studying what would look best on him now. 

Geto smiled at you, “Nice shirt. What are you doing with my jewelry?”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” you mumbled while comparing the two, “just wondering which one would look best while swinging above me later.”

Geto’s smile dropped along with his jaw as he scrambled to mute the mic before the boys could comment on what they just heard.

“B-Baby, you can’t be doing that right now!”

Ignoring him, you hovered the silver one above your leaned-back head and swayed it back and forth, “I think I’m going to go with this one.” Before he could respond, you swung a leg over him and onto his lap to secure the silver around his neck. The cross sat heavy on his bare chest, “so pretty,” you cheered while placing a quick peck on his forehead, then hopping off, of course, not without a cheeky dip of your hips into his crotch, making him shudder.

“What do you think you’re playing at, kitten?” he stares, finally catching up. 

“Just doing what you told me,” you innocently said while sinking to your knees, “just finally getting into some games of my own. Ya know, like you said,” you palmed over his now growing erection, “this way you can keep playing, and so can I.” Geto sat starstruck for a couple of seconds, caught off guard by how much control you’ve taken in the matter of minutes. He was genuinely contemplating on just shutting down his computer and texting the guys that his power went out unexpectedly, but they’d never let him hear the end of it for that. You noticed his inner turmoil, “I said, Keep playing Sugu.”

That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was the screaming profanities from Toji that snapped Geto out of it and tucked you and his legs back under his desk and unmuted his mic.

“Geto, I’m getting really tired of you not getting your head in the game right now,” Choso muttered.

“Oh, he’s definitely getting his head in the game,” you whispered before pulling down his underwear and sweatpants, then pulling his cock out before you. Geto let out a sigh from both situations and decided to appease his friends by catching back up and trying to focus. 

This proved to be harder than exorcising any curse because he couldn’t focus on anything. Every time he tried to aim at an enemy, you seemed to swallow his cock all the way down till it hit the back of your throat. Every time he tried to close his eyes just for a second and thrust back into your warm mouth, he got hit and took damage. In other words, he couldn’t find it in him to fully enjoy either action he was partaking in.

“Suguru. Geto. What the fuck!” Gojo raged, “Did you seriously just die? Right now? Before the final round? I’m going to kill you myself with my own hands next time I see you!” Geto couldn’t even seem to care because he was too busy stifling his moans by biting his lip as you twisted your hand over and over, running your tongue over his tip, showing him just how much spit and precum could pool in your mouth before it spilled out of your lips as you shoved him back in. How could he even care about this stupid game when you sat before him, giving him the best head he’s had? Had you known all along that this is his biggest fantasy yet? 

“Geto! Answer me! What the fuck has you so preoccupied right now?” Gojo turned his camera on, face coming into view on the screen, “Come on. Come out here and face us, you asshole.” Surely enough, a pissed looking Choso and Toji came into the Discord call, each in their own respective set up, camera propped from either side or above angles. Geto couldn’t bring himself to press the camera button, not with him splayed out in his chair with his hands tangled in your hair, pushing you further and further. 

“Answer them,” you demanded while looking up at him with those devilish eyes. He shook his head, too lost in the pleasure to even respond, only panting. 

“Dude, is something actually wrong, or are you again not paying attention? Did this mean nothing to you?” Toji questioned next.

“N-No, it’s not that,” Geto barely got out as you massaged his balls tenderly while sucking hard on his tip.

“Is something wrong with you? Those curses were brutal. Maybe they’re taking a toll on you?” Choso tried to sympathize lightly, “You sound terrible, man. I can hear your breathing. Had to reconnect my set like three times because I couldn’t tell if that was one of you guys or my audio output.” 

“Uhm…Fuck…I uh…ahh!” Geto was experiencing such immense waves of pleasure that he didn’t even care if they knew at this point.

“For fucks sake, Suguru!” Gojo stood with his hands gripping his desk, “If you’re going to be fucking y/n while on the call with us, at least let us watch!” Choso and Toji’s eyes became the size of rockets upon hearing Gojo’s outburst. 

“Wait- Geto are you…?” Choso started, yet was unable to finish his thought.

“Oh my god, are you fucking y/n right now, Geto?” Toji asked incredulously. 

“Of course he is, dummies. Why do you think he kept messing up and breathing all heavy? We’ve shared rooms, you y/n teaser, we know what your moans sound like!” said Gojo.

“And so what if I am getting blown right now?” Geto finally breathed out while running a finger down the side of your chin, scooping up globs of precum before shoving it back in your mouth, “not like I’d ever let you incels watch my girl anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Geto was always so possessive over you. Something about never having any constants after becoming a sorcerer, except you- type of romantic but kinda territorial reasoning.

“Why not, baby?” you decided to speak up enough to let them hear you now that the cat’s finally out of the bag. You let go of Geto’s cock with a plop then stood up in front of him, “You know I’ve always had the fantasy of having a third…” you started then sat on his naked lap, “maybe even a fourth…” your lips trailed up his stilled neck before meeting his lips in front of the microphone whispering, “or I don’t know… maybe even a fifth.”

“Guys, we don’t need to force them into doing anything Geto’s not comfortable with,” Choso awkwardly yet excitedly laughed.

“You know I don’t want to share you.” Geto adamantly said while staring you down intently, “I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Well, in a way you’re not sharing me…” 

You could see the options flipping in Geto’s brain. The idea of his friends lusting over you outwardly- because he already knew they did secretly- would drive him insane. He didn’t like the aforementioned fantasies you’ve had of multiple partners- his colleagues at that- to turn you on. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fact that his dick twitched at the thought of him staking his claim on you primitively in front of the very men who yearned over you. As he thought it over more, it turned him on immensely at the scenario of showing off just how trained and fixated you were for him and only ever will be, him. And you were right, he wouldn’t necessarily be sharing you; he would merely be reminding his fellow sorcerers just how much you really were his. That no matter how much you thought of this very scene, it would be him making you reach the point of ecstasy. 

“He won’t do it, guys, he’s too much of a–” Gojo started, but was cut off by the sudden press of a button and a small chime that signaled Geto’s camera being turned on. 

“Holy…”

“Shit.”

There you sat, perched on Geto’s naked thigh, riding with your head thrown back, hair swaying without a care in the world, with Geto’s hand firmly pulling your ass forward and backward, as he leaned all the way back in his gaming chair, the other hand resting on your thighs. 

“Faster,” Geto commanded while staring at the video output with eagle eyes.

“Yes, Geto,” you moaned loudly, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulder for support. 

“Honestly, Sug, I thought of this fantasy about a thousand times-” Gojo muttered while palming himself, eyes not leaving the sight of your clit furiously hitting Geto’s leg.

“Baby, I don’t want to hear them if we’re going to be doing this. Louder. Now.” Geto commanded, to which you obliged immediately. Stings of nothingness flowing out of your mouth like maple syrup. “Make them want it, baby. I know you can sing so well for me, let us hear you.” Geto stared into the camera and placed the headset on you, adjusting the mic so it would pick up even the faintest of whimpers, and clicked around on his screen to adjust the audio to his speakers.

“Holy…I can hear her pussy,” Toji wondered aloud.

“C-can we see how wet you are? Please” Choso quietly asked with flushed cheeks.

“Of course!” You happily bounded about to grab the camera, but Geto stopped your actions with a simple raise of a hand, taking the very same and reaching between you both to shove three fingers inside you, making you arch your back into a fold upon entering, and became mewling at the newfound pleasure that the curl and pounding his fingers did to you. Right as you were about to see stars, he pulled his fingers out and held them close to the camera for the others to see. Your slick is thick and aromatic, the whole room began to smell the very same, and he spread his fingers to show the sheer amount of wetness Geto can cause. 

“Geto, I’m sorry but not sorry in advance,” and soon enough Gojo stood up to remove his shorts and free his cock, looking down once to spit on it to help aid his hand in the fucking it's about to receive. 

“Me too,” Choso fumbled, knocking down his water bottle that was on the table and quickly removing his shirt and pants. His hands frantically searched for his lotion, and you giggled, taking a look back and seeing him run around his room before pumping three squirts into his hand and not even bothering to walk back to the screen, just standing there and throwing his head back in ecstasy. 

Toji, on the other hand, sat very lackadaisically in his chair, simply smirking and biting his lip. His arms sat crossed over his abdomen with deep, uninterrupted attention as if he himself was in the room sitting behind you, a predator stalking its prey.  

“Not doing it for you, Fushiguro? Thought you’re into this stuff?” Geto mused.

“I’m more of a sit back and watch, play later type of guy, don’t worry, I’m enjoying where this is going.”

“Suit yourself, Toji,” you sighed dreamily. You turned to look at your boyfriend, who looked a lot more comfortable than you would have initially thought, “Baby, can you please fuck me now?”

“I don’t know about that kitten,” he tutted, “he hasn’t been very much of a good pet for me lately.” Geto picked you up to turn you towards the camera to face the reflective image of yourself next to the fucked out faces of your friends. He pulled you backwards by the neck, holding you in place as he played with your pussy in front of them, completely splayed out on top of him, your legs over his, feet hooked under his calves. Geto took two fingers into his mouth, taking his time savoring the unique and beautiful taste of you on his tongue. 

You always imagined in this scenario you’d be focused on watching the others, the thought of multiple men gathered in hunger over your body, ready to worship every inch of you just for the chance to be picked worthy to feel you. But you kept forgetting the rest of the guys were even there, enamored with the way that time after time, Geto will prove to you that he, and only he, knows your body inside and out. He knows what makes you twitch in pleasure and what will make you cry in the best pain. 

His fingers grazed your breasts, tugging and pinching at each nipple with equal attention. Palms gliding over your curves as he relishes in the moment, as it's been weeks and months of yearning he’s felt while apart. Your aching core begs for attention, and you attempt to squeeze your legs together to hopefully gain some type of friction, but Geto denies by smacking your thighs each time as a reminder of who is in charge of making you both reach the brink of euphoria tonight.

“Don’t be a brat in front of our guests,” he muttered while nibbling on your ear, “I taught you better than that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Of course, you have a sir kink y/n,” Choso smiles lazily. He found his way to his bed, reclined against the headboard, watching from a distance, “we all called it.”

“Only for my Sugu,” you smiled as you leaned up and kissed him for the first time. He let you feast over him; he knew you had to get it out messily. After he humored you, his tongue fought back with dominance, stunning you in the moment. He takes the chance to sneak his fingers into you, sliding them in and out while his other hand rapidly circles over, stimulating your clit. The pleasure began to build, and you chanted his name over and over, hand finding their way behind yourself into his hair to over your breasts, you didn’t really know, you just had to grab onto something as you reached your first orgasm.

“You like that? You like being a slut? You like parading yourself around here all stuck up, but all you really want is a cock to shut you up, huh? That’s right, my little cock slut, huh?” A symphony of moans was echoing all around the room. Geto in your ear, your screams not forming coherent words, the rest of the boys agreeing in Geto’s degradation, affirming how much of slut you are over the speakers. 

“Answer him slut.” Gojo ordered, “Tell all of us how much you want to get railed. Tell him how you want to be stuffed to the brim.”

“I-I do! I want it all! I admit it! I want all of you, any of you, I just need to be filled, please!” Tears shot out of your eyes, and Geto lifted you and slammed your frame onto his cock. 

“Too much! You’re too big, Sugu!” Your body was on fire, and although you were on top, Geto was indeed in control as his hips powerfully snapped up to meet yours to the point you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. He rose to his feet, easily holding you up, and his ring-clad hands gripped firmly into your fleshy sides. Your toes grazed the floor as you held your upper weight on the desk, breasts heavy and hands clammy. Geto pounded into you from behind, a hand coming down every so often to land red splotches on your right butt cheek, then rubbing it to soothe the pain. You thanked him each time his hand collided with your skin, thanking him for the immense pleasure that was well worth the wait. 

“How many more do you guys think she deserves?” Geto finally addresses his friends who were rubbing their cocks raw at the live action porn in front of them- including Toji, who has now joined in.

“At least ten.” 

“She’s been pretty good, Geto, maybe just five more.”

“Nah, our cock slut here made us lose our game after hours of hard work!” Toji grunted while stroking his erection slowly but with a tight fist, “If it were up to me, I’d say twenty.”

“Heard that, baby?” Geto says while pounding into you mercilessly and moves the hair out of your face, “Twenty more it is.” Geto is ruthless in his punishment, especially with the boys egging him on, chiming in to spank you harder or to start over when you forget to count a number aloud. By the time you hit an official twenty, you orgasmed again. He ignores your cries for a break and continues to demolish your body in any way he pleases. He knows your body well; he knows when you’re at your threshold.

“My bad, love,” Geto slows, pulling out momentarily, “I forgot you wanted to see this chain swing back and forth, let me fix that.” He pulls you again like a limp ragdoll, high off your previous orgasms, and onto his bed. You have a moment to breathe as he walks back to the computer to detach his camera and slowly film his way up your body. He zooms in on the sight of your creamed pussy, rubbed red raw at the hour of abuse it just endured, drowning in attention and slick. Your breasts are riddled with a palette of reds, blues, and purples, forming a jagged letter ‘s’’ in between the valley, once again making a show of marking his territory. 

“Princess, think you can handle one more?” Geto asked while raising the camera to have your tear-stained face come into view.

“Anything for you, sir.”

Geto takes no time to thrust back in, bottoming out before rutting back in with long, hard, deep strokes. Your body is on overdrive now, not used to the constant orgasms due to the lack of action you’ve not been receiving. Leaving you not able to form words, only sounds, and muttering each of the boys’ names. Geto continued to ram into you with force and vigor, asking questions of, “Who owns this pussy?” and “Who makes you feel like this?” “Are you ever going to mess with me while I play again, baby?” 

“Geto…can’t… hold longer,” 

“A little more, baby.” 

“Ah shit!” Gojo finally screams as he paints his abdomen white with cum dripping down.

“Just like that!!” Choso also hollers while watching his cum shoot upwards, his body limp on his bed, completely spent.

“You can do it, y/n,” Toji encourages with half-lidded eyes.

“Come on, baby, you’re going to make four grown men fall to their knees cumming, I need you there too, baby,” Geto whispers, his thrusts sloppier and the fastest yet, chasing his high. He’s so out of it he starts rambling, “Such a good kitten for me. Always wants my cock no matter what. I’m going to knot you, baby. Going to cum in this little pussy so hard that you’re going to get nice and round with my babies soon. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten? I don’t know why you needed to sneak attack me, baby, all you had to do was ask, I would give it to you any time you know this…”

You cut Geto off with one line that sets him off, “All I’ll ever want is your attention, Sugu.” And like that, he lets out a deep moan, and with a final thrust, you feel him cum inside you, and not long after, you join him with another string of chants of his name, thanking him. Not letting any of him slip out of you, he tosses the camera to the side. Gojo and Choso are dozing off from their post nut, and Toji is still lazily stroking himself. 

You shoot Toji a sideways glance, and as he knew, he just says, “As I said, I like to watch. Thanks for the show you two, it will definitely keep me occupied for a couple more hours,” he suggested with a wink.

“Again, like Toji said earlier,” Gojo clears his throat, “If this is quality time with y/n, invite us over next time!”

Geto shushes them all before clicking the end call button and turning himself back to you, “Now baby, I want some of that attention,” before pulling you into bed with him.

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toji didn’t know how mean it was, but he started paying attention to his son’s rants just recently, only because nine times out of ten, he’ll mention his homeroom teacher. the one that called him in earlier in this year after megumi got into a fight.

it was bothersome. kids fight. for heavens sake, that’s his job, however, when megumi came back with a note insisting that his parents come speak to her, and not an assistant or nanny, is when toji dragged his ass from the gym to his sons little middle school. toji never really bothered with megumi’s school life, occasionally asking if his grades were up and listening when the boy rants a couple times about his idiot friends.

toji wasn’t negligent, he obviously cares deeply about his son, hell, his son is the only thing he cares about. so of course as his only provider, he needs to take care of him, give him the best life he could ask for, especially knowing how toji grew up, he only ever wants the very best for his only child. in other words, he doesn’t have much time to visit his son’s school all that much because of his very demanding career.

anyways, megumi was waiting by the front of the school, as toji walked up. sitting beside him was the same pink-haired kid that was always over at his house. his eyes brightened when he saw the fighter.

“hi mr. toji!” yuuji was definitely toji’s biggest fan.

“kid.” the acknowledgment was enough for yuuji to smile even brighter. “where am i supposed to go?” toji’s hands were deep in his pockets. he didn’t even bother changing out of his sweaty gym clothes, and he still had some bandaids wrapped around his knuckles.

megumi glanced up, eyes narrow. “did you even shower?”

“you said 3:30.”

“it’s 4 now.”

toji stared blankly. “show me the way or I’m leaving.” megumi stood up, yuuji bouncing up to follow too.

“hey mr. toji, you should’ve showered,” yuuji says walking backwards, his hands behind his head. toji raises a brow at his smug attitude. yuuji shrugs, continuing on. “ms. l/n likes things that smell good,” he says raising a finger. “like flowers, and chocolates and candy and maybe the ocean, and she’s really pretty, so if you smell sweaty then she’ll probably be upset.”

idiots, toji rolls his eyes. “well it’s too late now.” yuuji shrugs, looking at megumi who shrugs as well. this peaks toji’s sudden suspicion. since when was megumi aware of things like that?

toji watches as megumi and yuuji skip up to the door labeled 6C. they peak through the door window before swinging it open.

“hi ms. l/n!” yuuji shouts.

there’s a distant laugh, as toji follows the kids inside. “what’re you still doing here?”

oh shit.

toji felt like time stopped, and a wave of pink and fuzzy flowers hit him.

you were sitting cross legged at the desk as yuuji leaned over the table, and megumi leaned against the board beside you. both boys so naturally in their element it almost felt like you knew them better than he did. which might be true.

his eyes rack up, not really knowing what to say. he’d met megumi’s teachers in elementary school, but none of them looked like this. he didn’t say anything for a moment, until your eyes perk up catching him standing by the door.

“oh, you must be megumi’s dad,” you quickly stand up, your dress naturally falling perfectly, as you extend a hand out for him. “it’s great to finally meet you.”

your eyes were as bright as your voice, looking directly into his dark emerald eyes, it threw him for a loop. he glanced down at your hand before gently grasping it, his hand easily dwarfing yours.

when he touched your hand, there were noticeable callouses on his palm and fingers. you knew who he was, but you also knew that it was your job to take care of these kids. he studied your skin for a moment, noticing how smooth it was. he tried to keep his touch light somehow hyper aware now of how clammy his hands are, and that he probably stinks.

“likewise.” he replies, his voice deep and a bit raspy, matching his appearance.

you turn to look at megumi and yuuji by your desk, it gave you a momentary chance to catch your breath as you feel how warm your cheeks are. “okay boys, go wait outside, I need to talk to your dad alone.”

yuuji sighs dramatically, but the two hum walking away, but megumi briefly stops beside you, his eyes saying just enough for you to understand. toji raises a brow, but megumi ignores him, disappearing outside. brat.

you motion toji to sit at one of the desks in front which he obliges. the material of his black sweats stretch over his thighs as he sits. why the hell are you even taking note of that! this is harder than you expected.

you sit at your chair, your dress rests right above your knees, it wasn’t the kind of dress he sees on the women at his matches. it was an adorable little sun dress that fit a middle school teacher, yet it was still tight around the waist and breasts, hugging you so well he so desperately wanted to press a hand right on your tummy to see how big his palm was compared to you and yet he found himself getting irked that he definitely smells bad. fucking brats were right, he should’ve showered.

“megumi is a sweet boy. he’s very smart and soft-spoken,” you praise, “however, he also doesn’t seem to understand that we should keep our hands to ourselves. especially at school.” toji nods along, thankful he can keep his mind distracted from his son’s surprisingly attractive school teacher, “I think I wrote on the note, but he got into a fight with the upperclassman boys during lunch and he gave them both black eyes. we’re lucky he didn’t break their noses.”

his arms are crossed over his chest, his black compression shirt stretching around his large biceps, your mind blanking for a moment as you see the thick veins. you should have dress codes for these meeting because his arms were so beautifully structured, definitely for fighting and for—

toji nods at your comment. he knew megumi had a habit of getting into fights with older kids, but maybe having him as a father was rubbing off on him in the wrong way.

“I can imagine gumi was defending himself. he usually gets into fights when they’re messing with him.”

“I understand defending yourself, but causing these upperclassmen to bleed from their mouths and noses and sending them to the hospital is highly unacceptable,” your brows pinch as you speak. you’ve heard comments from the other teachers about megumi’s father. his whole life is about fighting, but you had to get through to him about his eleven year old son. “I understand things may be different at home, but megumi should learn that this isn’t the right way to solve problems.”

your eyes were so big and adorable. he leans back in his seat slightly, he had a hard time thinking anything else other than the adorable expression on your face. you were determined to get your point across, and the way your brows scrunched slightly had him reeling.

“I’ll talk to him about it,” he hums, voice low. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially when it came to megumi, but he’ll concede. just this once.

your eyes seem to light up immediately. you definitely expected that to be much harder than it was. his other teachers have said they’ve tried tooth and nail to get meetings with megumi’s dad but failed.

“that’s great!” you laugh lightly. “I was expecting a little more of a fight.” you confess.

he raised a brow, tilting his head slightly — fuck that was hot. “and why would you think that?”

“most parents get defensive,” you stand up, fixing your dress again, his eyes glance over your figure again.

“well I’m glad I’m not like most parents,” he leans forward. he’s seen his fair share of women, but this time it felt wrong. ogling at your figure and seeing your slightly low neckline felt like it was forbidden territory. who was he kidding, you were his son’s teacher and you definitely look much younger than the other teachers around here. “how do you like teaching?”

you tilt your head in surprise, gaze slowly wandering around the classroom walls. “it’s nice.” you smile to yourself. “i never took myself seriously, and would’ve never thought I’d be teaching middle schoolers, but now that i am it’s nice.” your eyes find his again, blushing slightly when you realize he never took his eyes off you.

“I wouldn’t have expected a pretty young girl teaching a bunch of bratty middle schoolers though.”

your cheeks flush at the compliment, laughing lightly. “most of them are not so bad.”

“most of them,” he raises a brow, making you laugh a little louder. his heart souring at the sound.

“they can be pretty mean sometimes,” you confess with a laugh, almost like you’re talking to a friend now. he lets out a low chuckle, leaning back in the chair, stretching out his muscular legs as he relaxed. normally he hated parent-teacher meetings, but this was much more comfortable than he expected, especially since it was you in front of him and not some old lady nagging him about his son’s behavior.

“I don’t doubt that.” he said with a slight nod, “I’ve gotten my fair share of glares and insults from gumi.”

your eyes widen. “megumi? really?”

he quirks a brow, “is it that shocking?”

“yes!” you’re pressed against the front of the desk, leaning forward as you hold the edge of your desk now, shocked. “i mean he gets into fights with some of the kids, but he’s always so respectful to the teachers.”

he raises his brow, “he might be respectful, but that could just be because it’s you.” his eyes follow the way your expression softens, fixing yourself on the desk. every little move you make catches his attention. it was addicting just watching you be you. no wonder those two brats were all over you. it should be criminal for a woman like you to be stuck as a teacher. “I can’t imagine anyone being mean to you.”

it was so easy pulling a smile from you, and yet he felt like he was the only one that should see the way your eyes dart away from his, pretending like you weren’t affected by his compliments. you were trying to stay professional, which made the idea of getting you flustered more appealing.

“you’d think,” you manage to respond. “middle schoolers are moody kids. they’ve definitely made some other teachers cry.”

he chuckled again, making you flush a little hotter just by the sound. it was so low, and you hate to sound like a stupid girl, but it was manly. you’ve seen your fair share of attractive parents, but there was just something about this man in particular that set your heart racing, but he’s also a very well known athlete, even though you haven’t seen any of his matches. everyone probably reacts the same considering he’s basically a celebrity.

“and have they made you cry?”

his dark green eyes were intense, and you met them with a light hearted smile, resisting the urge to absolutely melt. “no.”

he let out an amused sound at your answer. “not even once?” he teased, his smirk widening slightly. “not a single kid has ever been able to make you cry?”

you lean back on the desk, absolutely letting every single guard down as your dress rises a couple inches up your thigh. it felt so natural speaking to him. maybe subconsciously knowing exactly how he’s looking at you right now gave you more confidence.

“maybe I’m lucky, or I’m just not sensitive.” you glance up at the ceiling for a moment. his jaw clenched slightly, his eyes taking in the fat of your thighs just imagining the thought of pushing his body between your legs, hands grabbing at the flesh as you lay flat on your desk. do school teachers wear shorts or only panties underneath…

your eyes suddenly light up. “one kid a couple weeks ago got mad at me for giving him detention and he said i only did that because I’m not married so I have no reason to go home. that hurt my pride a bit.” you laugh.

“damnn, that’s pretty cruel.” but he doesn’t miss a second to add. “not married, really?” he hums. “no husband waiting at home for you?”

you laugh shaking your head. “no, definitely not. I’m just a baby.”

and he couldn’t help but feel relieved hearing you say that, the idea of someone else coming home to you didn’t sit right with him. “boyfriend then?” he asked, eyes burning into you. he wanted to know that no one else was there. he honestly didn’t know why he needed to know so badly, it would’ve been better if you did have someone, that way he could control himself. and yet just the thought of that made him nauseous. if there was someone else hearing your laughs in private, making you smile, kissing your lips, touching your soft skin—

“nope, just me.”

thank god!

“that’s hard to believe.”

you roll your eyes at the flattery. “no seriously. maybe that’s why I’m okay with this job taking up all my time.” you laugh, trying to mask the slight embarrassment, because you don’t exactly know if you’re being judged right now. you’re still in your early twenties, it’s not that hard to believe that you’re single—

“if it was up to me, I wouldn’t let you teach all these kids if you were single,” he’s looking at you intently.

your cheeks feel warm as you watch him sit straight, but you egg him on. “why?”

he looks at you as if you’d just asked a stupid question. “nothing,” he stood up. you were beautiful, sweet, and speaking to you right now, he’d be an idiot if he didn’t think other students dads were thinking the same lewd thoughts he was having right now. the teacher their students love is an absolute catch and she doesn’t seem to like being a teacher that much anyways.

so many taboo lines could be crossed. “so your dream is to teach kids?”

your lips part in shock. you hesitate. “no. but it’s not bad.” you feel slightly offended, almost getting defensive right now. does it show that you’d rather have a different occupation? you love these kids but…

he raises a brow, stepping in front of the desk, hands deep in his pockets. even though you were leaning against the desk, having him standing in front of you just made the height difference even more obvious. “then what is your dream, sweetheart.”

you bite your cheek, heart beating a little quicker, not even fully processing what he called you. he smirked when you accepted it, too focused on his question—

“how much longer!?” the loud yell startled you both. you stand up straight as you look over at megumi and yuuji by the open door. toji nearly forgot they were waiting. almost wishing the brats were kidnapped. his eyes dart away from you, a scowl forming on his face.

“we have practice, dad”.

he let out a light huff, his eyes darting back over to you for a moment before focusing his gaze on the two kids.

“go wait in the hallway,” he huffs, he wanted to hear what you had to say.

“it’s fine. we’re finished.” you hop off the desk, smiling gently at toji as you resume your role as his son’s teacher. he resisted the urge to push back because the way you were looking at him immediately had him submitting. “it was great finally meeting you, and thank you for coming in today, mr. fushiguro.“

he gave a slight nod, the eye contact overwhelming, so much so that you had to look away.

“now i already spoke to you megumi, and you’re gonna listen, right?” your sweet voice was absolutely mouth watering.

megumi grimaced, biting his cheek as he avoided your gaze until a rough hand landed on his head. “he better, I’ll make sure of it, teach.”

toji’s wink sent a flustered swarm breaking inside you. your cheeks stinging as your eyes go wide. a glint sparked in his gaze at your reaction.

yuuji lunged as well, wrapping his arm around megumi’s shoulder. “don’t worry ms. l/n, I’ll keep megumi in check!” his loud boisterous laugh made you laugh, especially when megumi elbowed him, grumbling about how he always needs to take care of yuuji, not the other way around.

toji let out a scoff as the two boys playfully argued with each other, megumi always seemed annoyed by yuuji, but they both knew how much they cared about each other. so instead, toji grabbed them both by the collar, dragging them to the door. the two boys were kicking each other, but the weight of the two twelve year old boys was nothing to toji, and you couldn’t help but laugh as a small heat spread across your cheeks as his large form retreated away from you.

“till next time. and ya better have an answer then,” his eyes bore into yours, the sounds of the boys looking up and asking what answer repeatedly didn’t stop you from humming, a little more energetic than you should be. he somehow had a way of breaking past your walls in a single conversation. hopefully that doesn’t make you seem easy…

“that’s if I ever you come again,” the small tease had a smirk pulling at his lips. somehow the idea of not seeing you again actually bothered him more than he realized.

“we’ll see about that.”

and with that he left. dragging the two boys who continued bickering and grabbing at the man, asking what that whole exchange meant. especially megumi who was wondering if he was in trouble or not.

however the second he left your sight, you were covering your face. your face beyond hot as your mind spun. never before had a parent had this sort of affect on you.

the way he looked at you.

the way he spoke.

he was so attractive, he was so big, his biceps were the size of your face. so beyond different from every other parent you ever spoke to. he could probably pick you up with one arm.

his presence alone was enough to have you feeling dizzy. and when he shook your hand, the way his wrapped effortlessly around yours, the calloused palm rubbing against you, his scent invading your nose.

and if that wasn’t as bad as it already was, the way he called you sweetheart had you absolutely melting between your legs!

but you have to get over it. you do.

however, unlike you, toji sits on the bench on the soccer field, only thinking about how he’ll see you again. when is parent teacher conferences, do they still have parents night in middle school? is there a talent show megumi has that he can force him to do so he can come and see you??

—

the following week, megumi stands frozen by the door. “what’re you doing?”

toji looks up, shoes tied. “dropping you off.”

“why?”

“because.”

“because why?”

“because—because—“ toji’s stuttering was ticking him off as he meets megumi’s very skeptical expression. “you’re a kid, you don’t ask questions.”

“I only ask questions,” megumi grabs his bag, watching his father intently as he looks over his surprisingly clean dress pants, along with the casual lose buttons on his dress shirt and rolled up sleeves. “i thought you were gonna be at the gym all day?”

“i am.” toji pauses, megumi’s brow is raised high. “I have a meeting before.”

“since when?”

toji’s nerve throbs, grabbing megumi’s bag and pulling him out of the house. “you ask too many fucking questions.”

the moment toji pulls up in front of the school, his eyes scan the entire lot in seconds. his hands immediately turning.

“what? what’re you doing?! Im gonna be late,” megumi shouts as toji drives around the entire school again.

“zip it kid, i had an arm spasm.” megumi glares at his dad, slouching in the passenger seat. the loop around takes another five minutes until they pull up again.

and toji will definitely lie and say it’s fate and not him purposely driving slow, because walking up the pavement is the only person he’s been thinking about for the entire week.

“finally,” megumi grumbles as he yanks the door handle swinging it open. toji being the fein he is barks a loud.

“no fights alright!”

megumi flinches.

why did he yell that?! and why now?! all the kids around start snickering and staring as they walk past them, getting a look at his dad as well, which gets a few more murmurs out.

megumi slams the door shut, pissed as he glares at his father. but that’s when a certain young teacher comes along, toji’s eyes lighting up.

“good morning, megumi,” your sweet delicate voice had megumi flushing with embarrassment. you definitely came over because you heard his dad shouting like a crazy person, and not because all those little middle school girls were ogling at megumi’s father…

“good mornin, teach.”

the low rumble of his voice had you glancing up. there was no harm in coming to say good morning. you just met with him last week, it would be impolite if you ignored that.

“mr. fushiguro,” you acknowledge, and that definitely made the man’s entire day. megumi licks his teeth in annoyance. “it looks like you both talked.” you glance at megumi with a gentle smile causing the boy to smile up at you. toji snickers. practically leaning over the passenger seat to speak to you. he knew that he was being ridiculous, but he could care less.

his smile widened as you looked up at him, his eyes staring intently, fuck he missed those eyes. “we did. gave him a good talking to, he won’t get into any fights — unless they start them.”

he leaned over the wheel, his arms resting against it, causing his shirt to tighten around his biceps. he looked good, you felt your face heat up. you should leave, and yet you find yourself staying a little longer.

fantasizing about him was one thing, but seeing him again here was making your heart race.

“i hope you guys weren’t late to megumi’s practice the other week.”

megumi is about to answer until toji cuts him off, ignoring megumi’s annoyed glare. “we weren’t, don’t worry. megumi and the other kid—“

“yuuji.” megumi mutters.

“they’re always late on their own.”

you laugh under your breath, your hand falling gently on top of megumi’s head. “are you sure it’s not because you’re taking them there?”

he huffed leaning back, “positive, besides the meeting we had was important”.

you hum, “it was.” toji smiles, eyes lighting up as he draws you closer to the passenger window as you both continue speaking not even realizing megumi has slipped away and into the school.

toji loved the way you easily spoke, the way your sweet voice filled his ears. he somehow managed to have you walk around the car to his side, so he can show you something on his phone.

your smile lights up when he shows you a picture of a three year old megumi sitting on his shoulders after he won his first title in light-heavyweight.

“oh my god, is that megumi, he’s so cute.”

toji snickers. “ya it was before he turned into an annoying brat.”

“don’t say that,” you laugh. toji’s arm was propped on the windowsill, your scent flooding his senses as you leaned close, looking at the picture. he could practically feel your soft skin touch his arm, the heat radiating off your body. if he only knew his son’s teacher was a seductress. “you look so young too.”

he chuckled again, “this was probably around 10 years ago. do i look that old now?”

you shake your head, turning to look at him. “no, you don’t. I don’t see any grey hairs.”

“is that the only indicator?” he tilts his head, staring at you so intently that you can’t break eye contact either. the green eyes were so deep and overwhelming, you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies. you feel the heat crawling up your neck because you can see that he looks older and more mature here than in the picture. but he still has a youth about him that makes your skin hot.

his eyes are still as beautiful as they are in the picture.

“you think my eyes are beautiful?”

your eyes go wide. “wha—“ you feel like a schoolgirl now, your face feeling so unbelievably hot especially when he leans a little closer, still leaning his arm on the window. now staring right up at you with his face so close to yours.

“i just…” never before have you been so tongue tied. your eyes so big as they glance everywhere in the car, heat flooding your ears.

his laugh fills your ear as he leans back into his seat, his palm gently coming up to fix your hair, thumb brushing your cheekbone only to get your attention back to him. “don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tease you too much.”

whaaaat?!

you were dumbstruck. did he just say that?

your skin feels so hot as you fiddle with your necklace trying to cool down. “how kind of you.” you sarcastically remark, trying to save some face as you feel his hand continue caressing your cheek.

if any parent or teacher saw what was happening you have no idea how you would explain yourself, but you didn’t even have time to think about it because toji’s phone suddenly went off.

you notice his jaw clenching, making you somehow swell with pride, but also relief because he turns his attention away from you to his phone, answering.

he stares up at you, hand not leaving your cheek as he listens to the shouting on the other end.

where the fuck are you! you were supposed to be here at six! you’re not on a bender right—

“I was dropping megumi at school—“

doesn’t he take the bus?!!!

“he asked. I’ll be there —“

NOW!!

“alright!” toji hangs up aggressively, and notices that you’ve stepped back, a smile pulling at your lips.

he tsks, upset he’s no longer feeling your warm skin. “our conversations are always interrupted.”

you don’t know why him looking dejected makes you dance inside. you’re definitely reading too much into it.

you hum, “they are.” you laugh lightly, which somehow makes him want to descend into the heavens. “I should also head inside, the bells about to ring.” toji is left speechless as you fix your bag on your shoulder, offering him the most precious smile ever. “I’ll see you later.”

he just sat there and nodded, watching you walk into the school. he let out a long breath when you disappeared through the doors. his heart was hammering in his chest and his ears were hot.

this woman was going to be the death of him.

what followed after was no surprise. toji was dropping megumi off and picking him up every. single. day.

megumi definitely grew to despise it because all anyone would talk about in school now was how they saw his dad this morning, or how he came an hour early to pick him up. what made things worse is that they told their parents, and some would drop their kids off just to catch a glimpse of the famous A-list athlete. some even having the gall to ask for a photo or autograph.

what toji didn’t realize though is that he’s not going to see you every time. sometimes he’d wait a little longer in the car line to see if you were coming up, but most of the time he’d get yelled at by another teacher to keep the line moving. megumi would often rush him after school to get him and yuuji to practice. it was frustrating. especially when toji was also getting an ear full when he’d come to the gym late.

but when he would see you, he’d flirt talk to you. and just learning more about you like these were little dates to him so that you occupied his mind every single second of every hour. he finally learned your age after pushing you to answer when you graduated high school. and then some more about your favorite food. but all these conversations would last less than five minutes because you’d have to run back inside and he’s have to head back to the gym to train.

that was all before his golden ticket came in with his son.

“a field trip?”

megumi hums sitting on the bench at the gym. “ya, just sign it for me. yuuji wants to find some turtles at the beach near there.”

“ya its gonna be so much fun!” yuuji jumps beside him. both kids not bothering to talk about the history behind the location of their school trip or any of the important stuff—

toji’s eyes widen. “it says they need chaperones for the boys.”

megumi looks up, brow raised. “ya so?”

“is your dad chaperoning yuuji?”

megumi feels a weird energy surround his dad, his eyes almost look manic as yuuji shakes his head still playing on megumi’s Nintendo. “nah he’s taking choso to look at colleges.”

toji feels jittery, and nothing is stopping him now.

—

your hand was struggling in your bag as you looked around for your keys. it was getting a little late and you didn’t like staying at the school after sundown. you push the doors open. a large figure comes at you making you scream.

“It’s just me!” toji laughs, you hit him with your bag. hard. “ow!” he laughs harder.

“what the fuck, that scared me to death.” you gasp, catching your breath. toji whistles, making you glance up, annoyed.

he has to hold in a laugh. “aw come on, it was an accident.” a smirk slowly forms on his lips as you huff out a sigh, reluctantly easing up. you were so damn cute right now.

“you should know not to sneak up on women at night,” you huff feeling how hot your cheeks are, slightly embarrassed about your reaction, but still annoyed.

he smirked, watching the way you tried to fix your hair.

“sorry sweetheart,” he said in a low mumble. he could see your flushed cheeks, it made you look just so adorable right now and he almost wanted to make you more flustered.

your body tensed as he knelt down in front of you. his shoulder brushed against your leg making your cheeks flood pink. his hair looked damp, and unkept, he probably took a shower before coming here. you got a whiff as he passed down. fuck he smelled so good, but you almost missed his raw scent the first time you met.

toji could practically feel the heat radiating off your body as he picked up your keys. you must’ve dropped them when he came outta nowhere. he stood back up, towering over you, his eyes never leaving your face. he felt his smirk widen, he leaned down, your faces now a few inches apart. he felt your hands shake as he placed it back into your small palm.

“thanks,” you mutter. It was like he was stealing each breath out of you. you weren’t even registering the questions you should be asking, because you couldn’t stop looking at his face. his deep green eyes, the hypnotizing scar on his lip. he was so addicting to look at. you wanted to know what it feels like to kiss him.

he liked the way you mumbled, your voice sounding so incredibly soft. he felt his body grow hot. something slowly building up inside him, because damnit you were so unbelievably cute right now. he had to resist the urge to pull you closer, to press your body against his, he wanted to—

the door suddenly clicked behind you, making you both jump back for a second. it was just one of the janitors, you smile politely bidding him goodnight as you turn back to toji.

“sorry um—“

cursing inwardly at the disruption, he took out the paper from his pocket and handed it to you.

“megumi’s field trip.”

“oh,” you take the paper, “you could’ve waited until tomorrow and megumi could’ve brought it in.”

he shrugged, his eyes practically burning into yours right now. “maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you.”

you freeze momentarily, well that was blunt. you rub your cheek, laughing lightly. that’s when you notice the additional document attached to the note.

“wait this is just for…”

“chaperone’s.”

you look up.

oh fuck me.

the days following were absolute chaos. well only for you. every night you went to sleep all you thought about was the fact that toji fushiguro was coming on a school trip with you. when you were in the shower you thought about him, when you walked to the grocery store you thought about him. when you were packing your bag, you thought about him!

then it finally came.

DAY 1

the entire seventh grade was going on the trip. it was also your first time chaperoning on an overnight trip so you did your best to follow your superiors leads. every teacher was assigned one parent chaperone to help on the 4 hour bus ride and then…

“I’ll go with ms. l/n,” toji didn’t even wait for himself to be assigned. your eyes go wide. you don’t notice some of the other teachers were looking at you. one of the older teacher’s who was about to read the assigned list pauses…

“oh mr. fushiguro, we had you assigned with—“

“I’d rather stay with my son’s bus. is that a problem?”

you bite your cheek. it definitely would be a problem since the contract he signed stated that he’ll be assigned the group given to him, but that is also if you’re not a celebrity as big as him.

he knew damn well that he was breaking a rule, but he couldn’t have cared less. he wanted to sit with you, he wanted to be near you, he needed to be near you. and if that meant he had to be a bit of a dick, then that’s what he had to do. he sat down on the bus, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched you place your bag on the seat beside him across the aisle.

you stood at the front of the bus as you clapped your hands twice and the students mimicked you, well not all, but most.

“okay guys, I’m just gonna say one more time. We’re gonna have 4 stops for bathrooms, so please use them when you have the chance so we don’t have a delay. okay?”

he watched you intently as you spoke to the students, his eyes not once leaving your face. you looked beautiful and he had to force himself to stop staring at you. but he couldn’t, not when you were so close to him, he could also smell your flowery fragrance that made him slightly dizzy.

“I’m going to do roll call one more time, raise your hand and answer when I call you,” you start reading your list. once all the students respond, the bus starts up and you take your seat. you couldn’t ignore him either, so you turned to toji. “I’m sure you read the email, mr. fushiguro, but I’ll just go over some really quick things with you since we have the time—“

“toji.” he blurts. you pause for a moment but then nod. you begin going over procedures for the students in case of an emergency, also how he should keep his ringer on in case a student needs to get in contact.

however the more you speak the less and less he cares about these formalities and just wants to know more about you.

“so we’ll be together for most of the time?” he asks.

you pause, your lips part for a moment. before you hum, “yes, but that’s if the students have all successfully made an itinerary with their group, since the purpose of this trip is to give them responsibility and just complete the assignments throughout these 3 days.”

“then shouldn’t we make our own itinerary?”

you laugh shaking your head, “no I don’t think so. we’ll tag along with groups here and there.”

he pouts slightly, his smirk slowly disappearing from his face when you chuckle at his idea. and you find it slightly flustering to see him upset at your response. did he seriously come on this trip to be around you? there’s no way?

he hums, shifting in his seat once more. “but the students will be all broken up into groups, isn’t that right? I’ll find something to do.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that, but the bus ride continued. it was quite enjoyable, minus the screaming that you had to continuously go back to silence. megumi came up a couple times asking for chips from his dad, and Yuuji would always come up to the front, until they just decided to sit up with you and some of the other kids came and joined as you all laughed and played. it was funny playing mafia with a bunch of middle schoolers. toji never played it before so it was amusing hearing nobara, one of the other girls, and megumi explain it to him.

“let’s just start playing!” yuuji whines, growing impatient.

toji raises a confused brow in your direction and you stifle a laugh, shrugging.

it was funny hearing nobara narrate the story, and it was even more funny when toji and you opened your eyes. he gave you a confused look.

‘we are the killers’ you mouth trying not to make a sound to not give yourself away.

and still he managed to give himself away since the first person he killed in the game wasn’t his son and it was common knowledge among the students that you either make megumi a killer, or doctor, if not you kill him right away because he always manages to end the game in two rounds because he guesses who everyone is. which was exactly what happened. toji was voted off easily and you in the next. it was impressive.

the students continued playing, they had a lot of energy, toji was even more impressed how fast you were keeping up with all of them. you also were getting some work done of your own. answering texts from other teachers.

“Okay guys, last bathroom break!” the students all file out, pushing past you as they run to the bathrooms, some heading to the little convenience store. “calmly guys!” you shout after them. you put your hands on your hips, your eyes scanning the desolate rest stop.

toji comes up behind you, “are we first or last?”

you look over your shoulder, “last, mrs. tanaka said they were able to miss the traffic we hit.” you frown scrolling through your phone as you check the messages that most of the buses already arrived at the hotel.

toji leans down, his presence overwhelming as you feel him reading your messages.

“are you worried?”

“what? no,” you close your phone, forcing out a smile as you pat his arm. woah! your cheeks flush feeling his large biceps. your hand retracts when you realize your hand actually stayed on his arm.

his tongue pokes his cheek, trying hard not to smile, because he can already feel how hot his cheeks are. “you can keep your hands on me, I don’t mind.”

your face burns. “i—I’m gonna use the bathroom.” you quickly scurry off, glancing back watching toji lean back on his heels stuffing his big hands into his pocket as he smiles back at you. fuck!

the students bring you back to reality as they fool around in the rest stop. you call the ones in the store as they load up the bus. “toji?”

he looks up at you, his green eyes so attentive you wanted to pat his head. you flush at the thought, patting a grown man’s head, as if he isn’t older than you and has a child. “can you check the boys bathroom? we’re missing two.”

toji hums, his hands come out of his pockets as he walks to the bathroom. your eyes track his large figure as he walks away. the expanse of his shoulders made your cheeks flush, imagining what he’d look like shirtless, muscles moving under your palm as he rails into you.

ahh stop it! you cover your face.

“ms. l/n, are you okay?” nobara is staring at you with a weird look.

“wha-yea im fine, hope on the bus,” you gently push her towards the bus which she immediately skips onto. you follow suite doing another head count before two other boys run onto the bus followed by toji.

he sighs, “one of them was throwing up.” your eyes grow wide, “he’s fine, i think he’s just sick of the long ride.”

you immediately move to the back of the bus to speak to the student, he allows you to bring him to the front of the bus so the motion sickness isn’t as bad. eventually the bus continues, the students fall silent. the traffic horrendous, most of you end of falling asleep, and that includes you.

only a few students were awake, but as for the rest they were dead silent. the seats were slightly uncomfortable, but toji turned to look at you.

he notices the way your head bangs against the bus window, his eyes squinting as he grows more and more concerned you’ll get a concussion, that’s a little dramatic, but still, how could you blame him, you looked so delicate. he gently moves the bag in the seat beside you and sits down. he carefully lifts the arm rest and moves his hand to cup your head. he’s careful not to disturb your sleep when he puts his coat between the window and you.

well that is until you shift your body to rest your head on his shoulder.

toji feels your body relax, sleeping peacefully on his strong shoulder. your soft breaths like music to his ears, as he rests his head back. sleep not coming easy for him he stays awake, and watches over the bus in your stead.

another hour passes until the bus comes to halt. the day now night as the kids start to wake up. you’re still fast asleep, and toji couldn’t help the swell in his chest seeing how heavy of a sleeper you are. but he should probably wake you up, but he couldn’t bring himself to, not when he’s seeing your calm features resting so adorably.

“we’re here!” yuuji’s loud yell like a morning alarm.

toji flinched, suppressing an angry bark when you stirred awake from the call. you sigh softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you wake up.

a low whistle has you blinking. the first thing you see is toji looking down at you with an expression you can’t quite read, and then standing around is some kids as they simultaneously ooo and laugh.

“teach was sleeping on mr. fushiguro!”

“teach and mister sitting on a treeee K I S—“

the taunting kids make you roll your eyes as you sit up.

“everyone back to your seats!” you huff, shooing them as you stand up, only to see the large coat slip down. he catches it, eyes boring up at you.

“sleep well?” he smiles, and it absolutely breaks your heart, this man!! you internally scream, his green eyes and the twitch of his scar, the dark black hair over his eyes had you meltinggg. and the way he’s looking up at you, an immediate blush takes over your entire body.

“mhm,” you reply softly, and his eyes glint with something you have to turn away from.

you do another roll call before getting off the bus. the kids flood into the hotel and luckily some other teachers waited for you and helped with rooms for the kids. everyone was sent on their way and you felt a relief once you unlocked the key to your room, closing it behind you—

“teach.”

you whip around to see toji standing at the doorway, holding the door open with his strong hand.

“yes?”

toji’s eyes fell to your lips, back to your eyes, pretending like you didn’t see that, but you did. “you left this on the table,” he says, extending your packet of the schedule. you really must be tired.

“oh! thank you, oh my god, that would’ve been sooo bad if I lost that,” you laugh, taking the packet. but he doesn’t let go. your brows crease adorably as you look up at him. and he’s looking at you with that look again. “mr. fus—“

“if you need anything else, let me know. okay?” his firm request sent flutters breaking inside you. you nod, and he lets go. “good night, sweetheart.”

“g-good night.”

you watch the door close, until you feel your hand reaching out and then your body is coming out as you call him. he barely took a few steps as he turns at your voice. “i uh…” what’re you doing? why did you even call him? but you’re hypnotized by his presence, you almost didn’t want him to go. what’re you talking about? you’ll see him in the morning—

“gonna finish your sentence, honey?”

you mentally slap yourself. “it slipped my mind. nevermind. goodnight.” you disappear back to your room, missing the smirk that splits the fighters face. fucking adorable. it was on the tip of your tongue.

the next morning was packed, the students came down for breakfast, they were placed in their groups and the entire class went to mandatory orientation, then to a museum as they filled out packets, before lunch came and it was finally free time. the students all splitting into their groups and exploring the small historical town. yuuji led megumi, nobara, and junpei to the beach he’s been waiting to see.

“how’re you holding up?” toji appears beside you. you slump, sighing heavily.

“I didn’t know school trips were this exhausting when I was in school,” you complain just a little. toji chuckles, his hand coming up, carefully fixing the hair from your cheek. his eyes glance down at your lips again, then back into your eyes. “it’s just day one,” he teases.

“yay,” you fake enthusiasm, as he laughs with you, still brushing your cheek with his thumb. “we should check with some of the kids.”

“shouldn’t they be figuring out that shit themselves?” toji doesn’t let you escape. “ya, but what else—“ toji’s hand slips down to yours and takes it as he leads you in a direction. “where are we going?”

“I don’t know, let’s explore,” he pulls you closer to him and if anyone looked over they would think you were a couple, and to be honest, you loved that thought. your hand didn’t even try to break away from his, embracing how he basically engulfs your small palm in his. you mindlessly follow him around until something catches your eye and you go there then there, pointing and explaining random facts.

“how do you know that?”

“oh i studied architecture and art history,” you explain as you’re standing at a shrine. toji has a hand on your lower back as he leans over looking at the statue you’re pointing at. you’ve gotten used to smelling his cologne, but with the long day his natural musk is mixed in making you dizzy. he’s gently stroking a thumb on your lower back, almost like he always wants you to be conscious of his touch.

ding ding ding

you check your phone. on the chat, yuuji sent multiple photos of his group by the water on the beach, along with the turtles they found. your eyes widen, “yuuji actually found them.”

“we’re close by them,” toji looks over, and he immediately takes your hand and you both head to the beach. when you arrive most of the groups came, everyone having the same idea. it wouldn’t be bad for toji, that is until you retract your hand. your eyes flicker over his, a silent apology.

you don’t necessarily know what you’re apologizing about, but still. the rest of the day was spent with the kids playing with the turtles. you and a few teachers explaining the wild life here, along with the turtles. then you conclude with a circle on the beach with each group presenting what they learned today and so on.

dinner came at a perfect time. the kids all filing into the hotel restaurant, taking their seats and of course toji sitting with you and a few other teachers.

honestly, looking at himself, toji thought he was a good sport. entertaining these other teachers and chaperons even after the kids went back to their rooms to sleep and you all stayed for a few light drinks. they asked him questions he definitely hated answering, but when your sole attention was on him, he made due with it.

“are ya thinkin of retiring anytime?” one of the other dads asked, fully invested in toji.

toji licked his teeth, clearly annoyed as the questions got a little more intrusive. “we’ll see,” his clipped reply almost only seemed to clock in on your part as you sensed his mood shift. especially as the questions got more intimidate asking if megumi takes after him, or if he’ll allow him to start fighting early.

that’s when you decided to stand up, covering your mouth with a fake yawn. “It’s getting pretty late. I’m gonna knock out.” you speak to the table, but give toji a brief glance, inviting him to take the out, which he immediately does.

“I’m knocking in too then,” he stands up, easily leading you both out of the restaurant, unbothered by the looks the adults give him.

“fuck, they’re nosy as shit,” he mutters to you as you both step out and into the elevators.

“yea, sorry,” you cringe, but he shakes it off.

“no need for you to apologize,” he shrugs, rubbing his nose. you glance over at him, smiling as you rest a hand on his forearm.

“thank you again for volunteering. honestly, it’s premature since we still have two more days, but you’ve been a big help so far,” you say, and toji can’t help cracking a smile.

“it’s my pleasure. spending time with you doesn’t feel like work,” he coolly replies, allowing you to look him over with your adorable eyes.

“of course that’s not what I meant,” you mutter, he can see you trying not to smile.

“don’t tell me the best part of the day wasn’t walking with me?” he leans closer to you. “do you hold hands with every student’s dad?”

“no.”

“so am I special?” he pushes, hand gently playing with your hand.

the elevator stops on your floor. you sigh as you bring a hand up to his chest.

“our floor.”

“our room?”

“no,” you brush him as he follows you with a smirk. hands deep in his pockets as he looks at you from behind.

“you can have the extra key to my room,” he waves it to you as he walks you to your room.

“and why would I take it?” your smirk widens, glancing up at him.

“of course for safety. in case you feel like you need a strong man to protect the model teacher who’s all alone at night in an unknown town,” he smiles, hand against your door caging you in.

“yeah?” your tone was low and breathy, only luring him down to your eye level, humming deep in his chest. “but then I won’t be comfortable sleepin’,” you pull him in with your words.

his voice drops, taking the bait, “and why’s that?”

“well because I sleep with a t-shirt,” you pause, “only.”

Toji’s smile cracks, heat flooding his ears as he drops his gaze to your lips. “that’s not a problem for me.”

you can’t believe you’re actually flirting with a student’s dad. you didn’t feel like a teacher, no, you really felt like a girl in her twenties (which you well are) easily teasing a man into bed.

“having a stranger so close to me in bed?” you whisper, smiling when his lips hovers so close to you. “that’s scary.”

“nah, it’s for safety,” he leans in, breath fanning against your face.

unfortunately, when his lips hovered over yours, the booming footsteps and shouting immediately pulled you apart. toji pulled away as you both looked over to your right seeing four boys racing through the hotel floor.

“hey, boys!” you whisper shout, sliding by toji as you speed walk to the boys. all but leaving the six foot-five fighter pressing his face into the door.

after sending the boys back to their rooms with a heavy lecture, you walk back to your room slightly disappointed when toji wasn’t there. it was a long day, you didn’t blame him for going to bed early. but when you saw his room card in front of your door when you stepped inside you couldn’t contain you the heat that spread across your cheeks.

… DAY 2 …

most women found toji attractive. hell even men were jealous of his physique and face card. but does any of that excuse the slight annoyance you felt going through the aquarium and seeing the workers near the starfish flirt with toji as the kids in your group stuck their hands in the tank to pet the starfish and other aquatic creatures. probably not, but fuck it.

the small disgusting twist in your gut that came up when you saw toji smile and let out a laugh almost had you rolling your eyes. so being the pity twenty-four year old, you decided to open your mouth.

“toji,” you call his name before you can think twice about it. you force a smile when he turns to look at you. “can you come help me over here,” you call out from across the tank.

“oh, I can help you miss,” another worker at aquarium pops next to you making you jump from the surprise.

toji continues looking at you and he notices the way you shake your head. “oh sorry, it’s has to do with the students…paperwork…I mean,” you clear your throat nodding your head as the worker gives you an odd look that you can immediately note was a ‘she’s weird’. but at least you don’t catch the way toji is biting back a smirk as you call him again.

he easily struts over, his black t-shirt and black cargos, hugging his frame so when he stood beside you you were almost thankful that he blocked your view from the workers.

“yes, teach?” you can hear the smug smile in his voice before you even look at him.

“well,” you start, subtly glancing around for some lie you can make up, but toji crossing his big muscular arms showing off his veins and giving you a look you don’t even want to begin to decipher, wasn’t fucking helping. “just stay here. I forgot what I needed, but if I need something…just be near me,” you clear your throat looking up at him with confidence. “that’s your job…as a parent chaperon, okay?”

“okay,” he says with the biggest smile.

maybe you should’ve just let him talk to the workers, but you’d never admit that it made you jealous that this thirty-something year old man was focused on something that isn’t you. even when you both were walking behind the students on a hike to some shrines in the mountains, you were glad as fuck that he stayed right beside you and not upfront with the guides.

“you could’ve just said you didn’t want me talking to other girls and I would’ve listened,” Toji’s voice slips on the air as he walks beside you.

you scoff, “well that’d be ridiculous to say, especially because that wasn’t why I said it. if you remember, it said on the parent slip it that chaperons are the teachers assistants, basically.” you glance confidently at toji and he’s kissing his teeth as he holds back a smirk. you were a fucking brat. he definitely would’ve lost that bet. “so just stay near me.”

“I was near you at the aquarium,” he pushes, because shit, he’ll always tease the bait.

“you were distracted, that’s not being present, and it’s against the rules,” you roll your eyes, moving to tie your hair up the longer up the mountain you’re going. you loved a good hike, but the heat was a death sentence, so was this windbreaker.

“i was just asking the sweet worker about the starfish…to educate the kids of course,” his choice of words was definitely on purpose.

the group makes it to the shrine as they all scramble to look around.

you turn on your heel looking up at toji. “it didn’t look like that.” you try to hold back your criticism, not realizing that he’s trying to get a rise out of you because this revelation he’s discovered is definitely not something he’s gonna let go of.

“what did it look like then, hm?” he leans in, crossing his arms as he pushes his hair back, the sweat from the heat making his hair shine and his muscles constrict in his tight shirt. “did it look like i was flirting with her?”

you deadpan, “yeah, it did.”

“is that an issue?” he pushes.

“if it’s when you’re working, then yes it is,” your words are clipped, he was almost getting a hard-on with your attitude.

“so if it’s not in front of you or the kids?” he muses.

“yes.”

“because you’ll get jealous then,” his words once again make a vein unironically bulge from your forehead. you cup your cheeks.

“that’s not why—I just said why,” you exhale, and he finds it hilarious how well you control your emotions with your students but when it’s with him, you have to take some deep breaths. “I’m not jealous.” you state. “it’s professionalism.”

“so us holding hands is?—“

your eyes narrow.

“I’m not complaining, I just don’t know if I should also be holding Mrs. Takada’s hand too?” he doesn’t loose eye contact as you stare into his soul. “tell me what I can and can’t do, teach, I’m a good listener, I just need to be told what do to.” you were frustrated because you couldn’t tell if his choice of words were purposely submissive, especially with that smug look on his face as you tried hard to read him.

“you can’t hold anyone else’s hand,” you finally mutter, not before rubbing your cheek as you turn to look at the other students circling the guide as the other teachers tell them to quiet up and listen. “you’re my assistant, so that’s the reason.”

“understood,” his reply is punctuated by a step towards you, his lips ghosting you ear as his other hand sneaks around your waist. “I’ll keep my hands on you, so I don’t get you all mad at me again.” his cool voice went straight into your core as you felt your face burn red.

“I wasn’t mad,” you push his hand off you; finally distancing yourself from the shameless man.

however, toji listened. he was polite with the other teachers, curt and short with the female guide that tried to talk to him more when the students were roaming around the shrine, but it was pretty easy for him to side-step her and follow megumi and his friends as the huddled around a lizard they found.

“woahh is he gonna shapeshift?” Yuuji reaches out for the lizard only for it to run away. toji stays around the kids especially when they continue their hike up to another shrine at the top of the mountain. of course, it was fun hanging out with his son and his friends. but it also made your attitude more obvious the longer the hike went on.

especially when there was a broken step and toji was helping the kids up, only for your turn to come and you telling him you can go up yourself.

he had to bite back a scoff, he almost forgot you were basically straight out of college, and definitely stubborn as shit. but still his hand hovered behind you as you climbed up and you didn’t look back once. it was almost making him want to rub himself because of how fucking bratty you’re being. but still he continued to flirt with you, because why else did he come on this trip.

“dad?“

toji looks behind him to see megumi and yuuji still by the shrine while the rest of the group is already heading back down the mountain.

“yeah?” tojj raises a brow for megumi to continue. that’s when yuuji interrupts with your name.

“she went looking for nobara, but they’re not back yet,” yuuji shakes his head like a dramatic eleven year old. “I told nobara there’s no bathrooms behind the shrine, but she just went anyways.”

toji concerned now glances behind him to see the group now fully gone and the sun setting. now that he thinks back, he hasn’t seen you since they entered the shrine for a tour. “when did the girl leave?”

“like awhile ago,” yuuji sighs again dramatically, not fully grasping that that’s not a very helpful answer.

toji looks at megumi.

“it was around twenty minutes ago, when teacher followed after her,” megumi answers.

“you’re just repeating what I said,” yuuji narrows his eyes at megumi who brushes him off as he looks up at his dad who’s glancing around the empty shrine. the stand was already closed and it was getting dark.

“stay with me, kay, hold my hand,” toji extends his left hand for megumi to take, while yuuji held onto megumi’s hand. toji quickly pulled out his phone to text the WhatsApp chat with the other chaperons and teachers letting them know he was with two other students and will be down. right after he called you. with one ring it immediately went to voicemail. “are you fuckin’ with me right now?”

he walks around the shrine with megumi and yuuji in tow as he called again and same thing. your phone was definitely dead because you always answered your phone. that or—

now with the sun completely set, toji pulled out the flashlight from megumi’s bag as he went deeper into the woods behind the shrine. yuuji was clutching megumi’s arm as megumi held on his dad’s shirt. toji called your name, a little louder the deeper they went in.

“dad?” megumi glances up to, but toji ignores his worries as he continues shouting your name and yuuji easily mimics toji’s concern as he shouts for nobara.

“nobara!!”

after another fifteen minutes in the woods, toji receives a call from one of the teachers and immediately answers.

“hello, just checking if you guys are still up there?” she asks, and includes if you and nobara are with him because your phone had died the moment you arrived at the shrine.

“I have megumi and yuuji, but we’re looking for the other two,” toji’s voice was strained. he really should’ve listened to you and stayed by your side then this wouldn’t have happened. it makes it worse when the teacher on the line starts panicking. toji can overhear the tour guide speaking to the teacher saying they’ll send someone back up, but it’ll take them thirty minutes to walk back up.

“mr. fushiguro you should come back down the mountain so you and the boys don’t get lost-“

toji hangs up.

“mr. tojj i heard something,” yuuji yelps, suddenly clutching toji’s other arm and going on a rant from the nerves. “megumi was talking about the spirits and how they’re hiding in places where no one lives anymore and-and we passed by those broken shacks on the way up.”

toji’s jaw clenches, eye shutting as he exhales. “I told you not to watch that shit horror movie ‘gumi.”

megumi cringes, “I didn’t—“

“we did last night—AH!” the sudden crack behind them sends yuuji flying ten feet in the air and megumi clutching his dad even tighter almost pissing his pants.

toji turns abruptly at the noise, holding onto yuuji who’s basically on top of his shoulders and megumi wrapped under his arm, face smushed into his side clutching his shirt.

“toji?”

the familiar voice sends a flood of relief rushing through toji as he immediately moves forward as two black blobs turn into you and megumi’s friend. yuuji and megumi’s are still holding onto toji like they might die, but he’s still able to make it over to you, his hand coming up to cheek as he shines his flashlight on your face making you hiss pushing it away.

“shut up, I’m seein’ if you’re hurt,” he grunts pushing your hand away.

“I’m fine, just forgot my phone died when I went after nobara,” you say, but still letting toji examine your face before he kneels down to check on the girl.

“you still don’t fucking go off by yourself,” he grunts brushing the girls cheek as she crosses her arms.

“why can megumi’s dad say fuck, but I get in trouble, miss?” nobara snaps, making you frown down at her,

“because I’m not a little girl that ran off into the woods by herself and almost got lost,” toji clips back, having a harsh stare off with the girl who frowns even more, but eventually averts her gaze.

“I had to use the bathroom,” she mutters.

“I told you there was no bathroom!” yuuji points at nobara suddenly interrupting as he still holds on toji,

“you’ve never been here, how the heck would you know??” nobara scoffs.

“because I know everything, I told you that,” yuuji tsks.

“you’re an idiot,” nobara frowns, annoyed and already embarrassed about getting lost.

you sigh stepping in, “okay, enough guys. we don’t call each other names, we’re not in elementary school.” you gently tap toji’s shoulder and he stands up. the flashlight was pointed at the ground, but the shadows that contrasted his face made him look even more handsome. “let’s head down,” you look away, “you remember the way?”

“course.”

maybe toji should’ve called the teachers the second he found you and nobara, but it slipped his mind since he had to lead you and the three kids back down the mountain. especially with how scared yuuji and megumi were after watching that horror movie in the hotel room last night. nobara on the other hand was picking on them to make herself feel better about causing this whole mess. and you, you did your best to keep them close to toji, because even you were holding onto him to keep yourself from tripping on the unbalanced steps made over six centuries ago. but at least all that masked the underlying tension between you and your students father, especially when you held onto his arm a little longer after his arm wrapped around your waist before you tripped on a large tree root.

“thanks,” you sigh, catching your breath.

“I can pick you up if you’re tired,” he leans close, and you would say he’s teasing, but the way he’s looking at you even in the dark, you knew it wasn’t a joke.

“funny,” you say, but still hold his arm as you continue walking. the three kids right in front of you both.

“oh I see the gate!” yuuji jumps, grasping onto both nobara and megumi.

easy to say, once you arrived back at the hotel and the kids all filed into the hotel restaurant for dinner, you received an ear full privately from two of the teachers. you couldn’t really pinpoint what you’d done wrong, you went after Nobara the second you counted your kids again to see she wasn’t there then to hear from yuuji and megumi that she went off alone. maybe you should’ve told another teacher, hell toji first, and had a charged phone before going, that would’ve been smart.

okay, you deserved the lecture.

afterwards, you decided to head to your room. you weren’t that hungry anymore, and the other teachers would send the kids off to bed.

the second day was brutal. the early morning walk, then the aquarium, and then the shrine visits, then getting lost in the woods—

“fuck,” you groan, growing exhausted from just thinking about the day as you crawl into the covers after a much needed shower. unfortunately for you a loud knock hits your hotel door.

you want to ignore it, give an excuse in the morning that you’d already fallen asleep, but there’s another knock and it’s followed by a deep voice calling your name. it almost sent shivers down your spine as you stood up and walked to open the door.

“you didn’t eat?” his eyes fixate on your cute face, eyes half blinking with exhaustion, but then he lets his eyes roam further down. shamelessly checking you out.

“I wasn’t hungry,” you answer, leaning against the door as you hold it partially open, aware of any other teacher or parent that could pass by and see you in your old university shirt and skims boy shorts. “is everyone else heading back up?”

“most of the kids finished eating and went to bed. gonna check on megs and yuu to make sure they’re not watching another r rated movie,” toji says, still looking at you like you’re made of sin, though it’s not far off from the truth. “you normally let parents see ya like this?”

you try not to let the heat in your core take over, especially with the way that he’s eyeing your lips and leaning against the doorframe. his hand reaches out, holding the hem of your shirt, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. he says the name of your university. “when did you graduate?”

you’re desperately trying not to show how flustered his casual demeanor is making you, but feeling his knuckles skim over your exposed skin. he was towering over you, still in his cargo and tshirt from earlier. his shoulders were even more sculpted and because you showered, you can smell his musk even clearer. you’ve always had a sensitive nose, but something about how manly he smelled, the mix of his worn cologne and natural woody smell made you blush.

“you’re exhausted,” he interrupts, making you blink up at him. he chuckles lightly, and you’re beyond thankful that he didn’t realize you were thinking about something completely different. especially when his hand lets go of your shirt to take a step back. you’re almost surprised he’s the one putting space between you both, and you almost feel like you’re being rejected right now. you didn’t even stop to think if he was bothered with your attitude today. were you crossing a line? “goodnight, sweetheart.” he gives you one last smile, turning around.

“toji?” you stop him.

“hmm?” he turns. his undivided attention on you.

“thank you for today. with me and Nobara in the woods, we definitely would’ve been lost if you didn’t come looking for us,” your voice was light, and soft. he almost found it amusing how you’re a sweet girl one second and the other you’re giving him attitude. but still he lets a smile take over his face and you almost have to look away because the dimples that appear on his cheeks was too hypnotizing you could feel your face catch on fire.

“stop thanking me. plus I should’ve stayed by you like you said, then you wouldn’t have gotten lost.”

you frown, “it was my fault.”

toji smiles, “goodnight, ma.”

you flush at the new nickname. fuck, why are you so easy to please. especially when he’s walking away and waves his room key over his shoulder.

“Room 322, no need to knock.”

Unfortunately for you. you immediately crashed into bed once you closed your door. the exhausting day easily luring you into a deep sleep.

…DAY 3…

the multiple meetings you had with the teachers this month leading up to the trip all warned about day 3. it was going to be the longest day. not only were you guys going to an interactive zoo, you also had another hike near the lake with kayaking, and a final nighttime hike from a short astronomy lesson.

“everyone head down for breakfast,” you knock on all the hotel doors. some kids luckily already awake as they immediately popped out and started heading down with their backpacks.

you hesitated, but eventually knocked on toji’s door. no reply. biting your lip, you knock again, and that’s when the door wings open, and you’re met with a bare naked toji—

well he had a towel wrapped very loosely around his waist, he was basically naked. especially with your reaction that you had no way of controlling. your eyes couldn’t not follow the multiple water droplets that ran down his huge pecs, down to his very sculpted and ripped torso, and even further down his pelvis. his happy trail glistened from the water as the hairs grew thicker the lower—

a low whistle suddenly had your eyes snapping up. staring back at you was the very handsome man with the most shit eating smirk as his looked down at you.

“you wanna come in?” he teases, but his own ears turn red when you just stare into his eyes like you were actually considering what he’d just said.

“y-“ you clear your throat, coming back to your senses as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes still scanning down his body, especially with the way his body filled the entire door frame. his huge veiny hand lazily holding the front of the towel so it doesn’t fall…it was so loose, he hurried out of the shower when he heard the door. “were you on a run again?” you could’ve easily ended this heated interaction by getting straight to the point, but the dumb twenty four year old part of your brain couldn’t help, but talk to the hot parent that’s basically been flirting with you non-stop for the last few months. especially when he looked like this right now.

“ya, can’t loose myself on this trip or my team will have my fuckin’ head,” toji thinks about how much arguing and convincing he had to do with his best friend/coach sukuna to let him chaperone this trip.

“pretty strict, do you not get any vacations?” your curious, and you lean against the doorframe, pretending like you don’t notice the way toji is holding back a smile.

“no I get vacations, but if there’s a match in a few months then it’s training 24/7. even during trips,” he answers, “you ever been to a match?”

your lips part, “no. I’ve watched some on tv. mainly in high school since my dad is a huge fan.”

“and you’re not a fan?” his teasing is intrusive, maybe because he wants you to admit to liking him, even if it’s just his image first—

“I’d have to see a match first before saying anything,” the light shrugged you had only made him even more attracted to you.

he raises a brow, “you can just tell me you want to come to my game. no need to tip toe around it.”

your cheeks flush, “that’s not—“ your cheeks blow up as toji breaks out laughing, leaning forward to meet you at the level. his huge body towering over you, his eyes scanning over your face.

“I’ll get you vip seats, but I have’ta get somethin’ in return.”

your chin tips out just a little so you can lock eyes, raising a brow, telling him to go on then.

you were killing him, without even realizing it, his fist clenched around his towel, feeling his blood filling up his dick, he had to refrain from making it show.

“a date.”

oh.

your lips part. you didn’t know why you were shocked. maybe because he’s been flirting with you for months, you probably thought deep down inside he wasn’t the type to take women out on dates. maybe it was just a bar and a fuck, not that you were complaining if that was the case. but still, his answer seemed to make your face even hotter than before, and you felt little stupid.

“i don’t know if that’s appropriate…” you mutter, almost defeated, his eyes glanced over yours as you looked away.

“you’re not gonna be megumi’s teacher forever. just another two months until school’s out,” his voice was deep, you hadn’t realized he’d been bending closer. your back pressed against the doorframe as his hand came up, firmly caressing your waist. “one date when we get back. let me treat you, you’d like that?”

you bite your cheek, back arched against the doorframe as you glance back at him. his hooded eyes and deep face, his handsome features practically seducing you.

“one date,” you repeat.

“and more if you like me so much,” he smirks, face inches from yours.

your voice is breathy, heart racing because he smells so good, so clean, “f-fine,” your cheeks flush at the stutter but he only smiles. his hand travels up to cup your cheek.

“you flustered?” his canines are hard to hide when he’s smiling like that.

“no-“ you push his hand away, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. “g-get changed or you won’t have time for breakfast,” you huff, stepping away and speed walking away from him.

toji licks his teeth, shutting the door once you disappear. he’ll just grab an apple before leaving, because now he has to handle this mess. he clenches his jaw as he drops his towel, firm hand grabbing the base of his hard cock. “fuck.”

—

similar to the aquarium, at the zoo you had to keep an eye on your students while the zoo workers gave the lessons to the groups. they lead you to different sections, giving brief lessons on the different species so the kids can fill out their packets.

on the other hand, you were enjoying how close toji was. always an arms length away. the only time you separated is when one of the zookeepers asked if you wanted to feed the giraffe to give a demonstration to the students before it was their turn.

your face lit up as you stepped up.

“Up here, sweeetheart,” the zookeeper easily flirts as he helps you up on the platform, a hand resting on your lower back as he places your palm over his putting some food in it. “Now you’re just gonna extend it out, and he’ll come right to you,” he smiles as you hum.

little did you know that toji was practically seething. his jaw set tight, muscles tensing at the way this shitkeeper was drooling over you. anyone would fucking drool over a hot school teacher, especially if they looked like you.

“here he comes,” the zookeeper points, all the students ooo as the giraffe leans down, then eats from your hand. you gasp at the odd feeling, backing into the zookeeper on accident, pressing yourself against him.

“sorry—“ you chirp, still afraid of the giraffe as he tries to lean in for more.

the zookeeper laughs, “it’s alright,” his arm holds your waist, and toji is rolling his eyes so hard.

“give me a break,” he mutters.

megumi standing in front of him looks up. “what?”

toji doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes zeroed in on you feeding the giraffe again, totally fine with the zookeeper all over you, literally.

“what the fuck,” his nails dig into his bicep, the expression on his face was not subtle at all that even yuuji is cackling.

“mr. toji are you jealous? do you wanna feed the giraffe too?” yuuji blurts, making nobara beside him turn and cackle too, pointing at megumi’s dad. a few of the other students in your group laugh at toji.

toji glares down at the children, not catching the subtle way you’re shifting on the platform. you place a hand over the zookeepers wrist as you step away. “okay, I think that’s it,” you say, the hairs on your body standing up the second the zookeeper kept himself pressed against you when you bumped into him.

“you can feed him so more-“-

“no I’m good—Toji!” you blurt, cutting the conversation off quick because toji’s head snaps back up to you. “i need some help getting down.”

any command that slips past your lips is so easily executed. toji was standing in front of you in seconds as you kneel down on the platform. toji easily grabs your waist as you place yours on his shoulders and he carries you. his brow quirks up at you.

“fucking keeper is a freak,” you mutter to him as he places you on the ground. and though internally toji is ecstatic about that, another part is seething at the fact that the keeper puts his hands all over you and made you very uncomfortable that you had to call toji to pick you up even though the latter was right beside you.

you stood beside toji, arms crossed as two students went up the platform, one at a time to feed the giraffes.

“I can have a word with him,” toji leans down, his hand on your lower back, rubbing gentle circles.

you barely give a laugh, “I’d rather not cause a scene.”

“it would be a word.”

you shake your head, “it’s fine.” toji licks his teeth nodding.

but when you went to the next section. and the zookeeper wasn’t following you or toji, you already knew what must’ve happened when another keeper came to your group.

“I said it was fine,” you tell him.

“well I wasn’t fine,” he shrugs easily, his eyes glancing down at you, ready to brush your cheek before realizing where the fuck he is.

the rest of the day was hell.

pure hell.

the zoo was long, lunch only energized the kids for the two hour hike. it was a great view, but there was another bathroom problem and the kids had to take turns going in the woods. then the last thing before lunch was kayaking.

everyone was excited, a few kids sat out with another teacher since they were too scared even if they were given a life vest. but everyone else was way to excited to head into the water. maybe that’s why most, if not all the kids ended up tipping into the water.

“everyone grab onto your kayaks,” the tour guide exclamined, but the kids were laughing and splashing. some bopping up and down in their life vests.

you were almost thankful for yours not tipping until it did. the students were laughing their asses off even more.

“miss.l/n fell into the water!!” they all laugh.

everyone but toji, because when everyone makes it back to shore. they’re drenched head to toe. including toji who jumped in after a student who said they knew how to swim but didn’t.

but what wasn’t funny was seeing your t-shirt stuck to your chest, showcasing your figure for all the parent chaperones to see. specifically some other dads on this trip. fuck.

“I hate wet jeans,” you grumble, as you squeeze the ends of your baggy jeans as the water pools down. you clip your wet hair up as you hold onto toji’s arm. “thanks for getting tyler, he should’ve taken a life vest.”

toji hums.

“is everything okay?” you stand up straight now. and that’s when you notice toji eyeing your chest. you flush, but also scoff.

“there’s other people looking,” he huffs.

“jus’ you.”

“not jus’ me, others,” he eyes the other parents helping the kids dry off before loading back on the bus to get dinner then go on the night hike back at the hotel.

“yeah yeah,” you wave him off, walking away. but toji remains close, guarding you. he didn’t calm down until you got changed before dinner. your modest skirt, tight cleavage covering top, and cardigan. it was adorable.

“mrs. jackson and mr. white said they’re getting us drinks after the hike,” one of the other teachers, ally, cheers to you as you’re on the night hike. Mrs. jackson and mr. white are the oldest of the teachers and usually offer up drinks to celebrate a successful hard working field trip.

“oh really?” your eyes are wide.

Ally nods enthusiastic, “this was such a fun field trip, but I’ve been dying for a drink.” she’s practically buzzing, even though she’s very happily married and in her mid thirties, you don’t fully regret what you’re about to say until you do.

“I think I’ll pass,” you say.

“what?”

“I’ve never been a fan of drinking,” you admit, toji overhearing a few paces behind you with another parent chaperon.

“what?! you’re the youngest here, though!” Ally is unbelievably put off by your response that you have to salvage it, until she adds. “well at least have one drink with us. it was your first field trip as one of the teachers here, and we just want to celebrate. you don’t even need to get another drink. okay? Okay.”

you bite your cheek nodding.

“yay!!”

and that’s how you ended up here. sitting at the center of the ten seat table with all the young teachers and parent chaperons. completely fucking wasted.

“this w-was such a fuuun trip,” you hiccup as the table is laughing and drinking. you were all laughing. “I’m like so happy—“

the table is cackling and toji seated beside you is realizing in seconds. “you’re a fuckin’ light weight,” he clocks. the other teachers laugh noting that as well.

“nuh-uh, I-i can drink another,” you hiccup again, taking his drink and gulping another few sips until he’s clicking his tongue.

“Christ,” he slides a water to you, “drink.”

and the night went on with you tipsy and the others getting unbelievably drunk into the night. even toji was getting tipsy. he had too, with all the parents asking too many fucking questions about his life that he needed something to take the edge off before his fist collided with one of their faces. but when you went to grab the drinks from the bar for the table, and tripping on your way back, toji realized maybe it was time to call it night.

“what? but we’re still having fun,” you whine as toji lifts you up, arm wrapped around your waist, your cardigan slipping off your shoulder.

“fun until you’re puking all over yourself, if ya drink more,” toji stumbles himself. not realizing he’s just as drunk until he’s tapping your key into door, easily dragging you to your bed. “get some rest,” he sighs, lips coming to plant a kiss on your forehead. your eyes are bright, almost too bright as you watch him trudge out.

fuck he’s glad he can at least walk back to his room.

which left you peeling your clothes off and pressing your face into the bed as you rolled around in your pajamas. you weren’t tired. not at all. today was long and exhausting, you were completely exhausted during dinner, but now. now you’re feeling alone…

you turned your head on the pillow, when you caught something on your nightstand.

toji’s room key.

he laid back on his bed, hand pressed to his face, he felt good, but he knew in the morning the headache will come and his moves will be lazy. fuck, he really should’ve cut it after his third drink, but the only reason he kept going was because you were still there.

even though he’d got what he wanted. you agreed on a date. he still couldn’t bare to rip himself away from you. especially when he saw how adorable and talkative you get when you’re drunk. you already had the sweet teacher thing going, plus the bratty attitude underneath, but you drunk was all of that plus a little more unfiltered shit that he just couldn’t miss. and he couldn’t leave you alone with those creeps gawking at you again.

and when you leaned against him because you were laughing. fuck he almost flipped a table when one of the parents kept eyeing your chest. even though you couldn’t see any skin on the shirt, it was so tight hugging your breasts—

that’s when he heard his hotel door click.

his brow rose, leaning up.

the light poured in from the hallway, but the wall still covered who was at the door.

the door slowly creaked shut, and toji was about to sit up even more when—

“toji?”

shit.

“teach?” toji responds.

that’s when your face peaks out as you step further into the room so the wall couldn’t hide you. toji’s eyes immediately scan your figure, eyes locking in on your bare thighs in those skims boyshorts and university tee.

“I thought you were crashing for the night?” toji rubs his face because he’s unsure now. unsure if you or him are sober enough for this. even when you slowly kneel at the foot of the bed.

you hum, “wasn’t tired. and I got lonely and…scared,” you exhale crawling up, until you stopped right at his bent feet, his back reclined against the stack of pillow, arm behind his head as he watched you. “I used your key.”

“I can see that,” toji stretched out his legs only dressed in loose black sweats, he pats his lap. “come’ere.”

and you fucking do.

you slowly crawl up his lap, until you’re straddling him and pressing your hands on his stomach, cautious at first.

“scared?” he starts, hand hesitating, before easing it onto your bare thigh. and just that contact with your smooth skin, made his cock start to ache. “i thought you said you don’t get scared sleeping alone.”

you shrug, cute soft hands still feeling the ridges of his abs, your cheeks flush as you hum. “does it matter why i came?”

“not really. I’d just like to know, would you mind telling me?”

your lips purse as you glance at him and his cheeky smile, “i was lonely…and i saw your key and i thought of you so I came to see you. there, full truth.”

he raised a brow, hand easing up under your shirt to hold your waist, thumb caressing absentmindedly. “there’s something else.”

you lean down shaking your head. breath hot against his face.

“we can’t,” toji speaks lowly, your faces so close he has to stop his hips from adjusting underneath you.

“why not?”

“you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he continues to feel your body. definitely not listening to himself especially when your arching your back to press your chest against his, hands all over his shoulders.

you shake your head, “I’m not.”

“you are, because if you weren’t, you definitely wouldn’t be here,” he gives your side a squeeze, desperately holding back. “crawlin’ on one of your students’ parents’ lap, in thin shorts and a tee…”

“they’re my pajamas,” you sigh flawlessly with a delicate tilt to your head and your lashes half lidded as you gazed at him.

his son’s teacher was a natural slut.

you were definitely acting like your age now. the back talk, the way you’re trying to seduce him, it all came like second nature to you, even if you didn’t fully notice it, toji definitely does. he’s been the victim to many women batting their lashes and flaunting themselves, but you stood out. easily.

toji bites back a groan.

“you’re drunk too, toji,” you lean in, eyes heavy.

he hums, struggling to conceal his smile as your lips hover over his.

“do you not wanna kiss me anymore?” you whisper, feigning rejection.

he exhales laughing, “anymore?”

you hum, sliding just a little further up his lap, so your face was hovering over his. your hair slides gently to one side, concealing this taboo interaction with a private curtain so the only thing toji was seeing was you.

his skin was hot, and his big hands holding your torso wasn’t stabilizing him at all when you were looking at him like that.

“you’ve been wanting to kiss me every night…and this morning,” you reveal, because of course you caught his hints. you were playing with him. “it was inappropriate.”

“and this isn’t?” he cautiously puts one hand back on your thigh, massaging the bare flesh. your skin was so smooth, so soft, he’d been craving you, thinking about you in the most inappropriate ways, so to have you so easily throwing yourself onto him.

you shake your head. “ it is…but…” your lips skim over his again, breathing heavily. “tonight…I can’t go to sleep without a reward.”

toji snorts, “reward?”

you nod, letting a small whine escape before swallowing it. “I’ve been holding myself back, taking the high road, being responsible, n-now…now I want a kiss, that’s it.” fuck, this is exactly why toji was a fucking whore when he was younger. the age group you’re in right now switched from bratty attitude to spoiled brat in seconds. never choosing between dominant or submissive and it’s so fucking hot.

“you want me to praise you?” toji leans up, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh electing the softest whine from the back of your throat. you nod, desperate. “want me to tell you how much of a good girl you’ve been not caving in?” he smiles, you nod again.

“please.”

fuck.

“you’re so spoiled,” he licks his scar, and you feel his tongue skim yours briefly, you’re so close.

“mmm!” toji grunts as you finally crash your lips against his.

he holds back a vicious laugh, because you’re so unbelievably desperate with this kiss he has to hold the back of your head to guide you. your whine came automatic, feeling his tongue push your lips open, allowing it to slip in your mouth.

he dominated the kiss, his grip on the back of your head tightened ever so slightly. in this moment, he had you completely at his mercy. and you let him.

he almost couldn't believe that this was the same woman who taught his son. the one who kept avoiding his very obvious advances and would get flustered whenever he insinuated something vulgar. but now here she was, sitting on his lap and whimpering for more. it almost made his head spin.

you pull away briefly, catching your breath, your spit collects on your lip as toji glances over your flushed face.

this is wrong. you’re drunk.

but your arms lazily wrap around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him again. this time longer, messier. your back arches, hips grinding down against his bulge, electing a moan from you. your tongue was selfish as you fought with his, the alcohol on his breath mixed with yours. finger tangling in his dark locks as you scratch his nape making him shiver.

“taste good,” you sigh with a lazy smile, and he can’t help but chuckle. low and deep, chest shaking making you flush. he’s so hot. his scent overflows and overwhelms. you kiss his scar, tongue running over it. “how’d you get this?” you kiss it again and again, moaning so gently, sending shivers down his spine.

“it’ll ruin the mood,” he says, hands grounding your hips down, grunting just a bit when you really start rocking on his fat bulge. his fingers digging into your flesh, sighing once your lips continue to trail down his neck, hands exploring his chest again.

“i’s okay,” you mutter, sucking gentle kisses on his nape, moving to his Adam’s apple, as he snorts.

there’s a beat before— “my old man did it.”

your eyes flick up. you pull away. your eyes suddenly less hazy and he can tell, because his lip curls into a smirk. “told ya it’d ruin the mood—“

his breath hitched.

your thumb gently touching his scar, eyes swimming with something he can’t recognize.

“how old were you?”

his grip on your hips tighten, subconsciously grounding himself.

“twelve,” he answers. eyes falling to your lips then back up to your doe eyes and the way your brows gently knit together was something he’ll never forget. “it was a long time ago.” he tries to ease your concerns because he was not passing up on this opportunity because the mood was ruined by his shitty childhood.

“i’m sorry,” your words are soft, not an apology he’s heard before, or at least when it came from you, it felt genuine. even if it was a long time ago and he’s long put that behind, he can’t help the sudden flutter deep in his chest.

you lean down, pecking his scar. not like before more gentle, “i thought it was because of a fight or training or somethin’,” you admit.

toji cracks a smile, “ya, that’s what everyone thinks,” he easily strokes your hips. “how ‘bout I get another kiss from ya’. make me feel better.”

unlike his previous flirtatious remarks that earn him a flustered look on your face. you embrace it, gently holding his jaw, maintaining eye contact that he doesn’t break from, his deep green orbs syncing with yours as you control the kiss. tilting his head and meeting his lips with yours meet. tongues colliding, back arching as you dominate and lead the kiss.

the room fills with sounds of your lips smacking. your spit connecting with his as your tongue runs across his bottom lip. you tongue his scar again, making his grip tighten on your waist, heat crawling up his neck. this was a much more passionate kiss than before. your heart was pounding as you continued with the deep sensual make-out.

you started rocking back against his bulge feeling it grow bigger between your legs. your heart was pounding as you pressed down, not fully grasping the consequences of said action because toji pulled away briefly as a deep husky groan escaped his lips.

you weren’t wearing any panties. the shorts clung to your wet folds like thin cloth.

“you’re killin’ me,” he grunts, hands sliding down from your waist to your full ass. his touch once cautious, easily turns desperate as he grabs a handful of your ass, grunting even more when the pads of his fingers spreads your cheeks up, feeling your folds spread behind your shorts, his hips bucking to grind you back down.

you whine, eyes fluttering as you grip his shoulder, nails digging in, rocking against him.

“I should stop…,” your voice was slightly hoarse from the kissing and toji had to contain the sudden urge to lose every ounce of self-control he’s been holding. your concern was mixed with your own hazy and needy twenties side. your lips hover over his, and he can feel the heat coming from you, because he also doesn’t want to lose this proximity to you.

“your call, sweetheart,” toji licks his lips, large hands grounded on your ass permanently. your eyes flick over his face, landing on his swollen lip-bitten lips, and you know you couldn’t stop. you didn’t want to.

your tongues clashed once again, and that bratty side of you came out again, but slightly more dominating as you pressed your fingers into his jaw, so your lips can trail down his neck.

“shit—“ toji grunts, hips bucking in surprise when you palm his bulge.

“more,” you whisper against his lips, the need just itching out.

toji slides his hand up to grab your face. a deep husky chuckle escapes him as he glances your flushed features. you were far from a respectable adorable middle school teacher. your lust filled expression was everything and more.

“you want a parent’s cock in y’r pussy?” his vulgar question sent a unknown heat break deep in your chest.

you glance away, embarrassed.

“don’t put it like that.”

“am i wrong?” his loud boisterous chuckle has you flushing beyond belief.

“shut up! I’m—I just,” you break into a whine, burying your face in his shoulder.

“am i embarrassing you?” he teases further.

you grunt in response.

“is this the brattiude again? aren’t’chu a teacher, use your big girl words, or did we forget how?” his teasing was infinite.

“brattiude? I don’t have whatever that is,” you scoff.

“you do, it comes out when you get like this,” he eyes you up and down, and finds it even more amusing when you quirk a questioning, albeit annoyed, look. so he elaborates. “when you don’t get what you want…you get all snappy, and self-centered…just like a spoiled little brat.”

“I’ve never caught an attitude,” you gasp, staring incredulously at him.

he hums, sarcastically, “sure.”

you frown, but he could tell easily that it was just your brattiude, because you were still all up on his lap, squirming even more because even he could feel the puddle you’re making on his lap.

his hand finds your jaw again, turning your face back to him. his pupils dilate at the flushed look on your face. would you cry if he teases you further? what if he bullies his fat cock in over and over—

“did i hurt your feelings, teach?” he coos so softly it was obvious he was teasing but you tsk, like an annoyed brat. “would you feel better if i touch you down here?”

the gasp was enough of a reaction for him to see just how much you wanted him. the simple touch of his hand cupping you over your shorts and pressing his palm against your clit had your eyes fluttering.

toji curses under his breath, letting another exhale, as he continues rubbing you, “these shorts are all ruined, and you looked so fuckin’ cute in ‘em,” he chuckles when you bite a whimper back.

but your patience for your students isn’t something that extends beyond that, because now your pawing his waistband eager for more, and impatience making you shaky.

he tsks, grabbing your wrist and pulling it up to his face.

“what’re ya thinking?”

“i want it…” the frown plus the whine isn’t a sight for any man that would easily buckle and fuck you stupid could handle.

his jaw clenches, holding back. “let me take a look first.”

your brows pinch, “what do you mean—wha!” you squeak, your world tipping over in seconds, now laying on your back with your legs pushed up. toji swiftly and skillfully pulls your shorts off in one go. your heart is racing, preparing yourself, until toji pushes your thighs up and apart, kneeling his face close to your heated puckering core, eyes staring like saucers.

“what’re you doing?!” you immediately cover yourself, face bright and hot.

“taking a look,” he pushes your hand out of the way, his thumbs slipping into your folds before pulling them apart, “you’re soaked.” his pupils dilate at the sight of your sticky arousal, slipping out.

“toji—“ you push his shoulder, trying to get his face away, but he only leans his face closer, like your pussy was some hypnosis, and his tongue falls right on the mess, licking a bold wet strip up. your juices collect on his tongue as you flood his taste buds. “angh—“ you whine out, head tipping back and back arching, because fuck, you really did miss getting your pussy eaten.

“fuck, you’re so sweet,” toji groans, lapping the mess you made before tonguing the source. your eyes were on him the entire time, his back muscles moving as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, dipping his head again to suck and clean all your juices, before sucking your little bundle of nerves.

your eyes bulge once he starts giving your clit some attention, hand curling in his raven hair as your thighs twitching as he sucks.

his own body reacting to every mewl and whimper you let out, eyes flicking up to see the way you were gasping. his free hand came up, pushing your university tee up, hand flat on your stomach before your tits came into view, and he nearly came.

your eyelids flutter as you stare at him, chest heaving, you can feel how hot you’re body is getting as he feels your stomach.

“fuck me,” his body sits ups slowly, hovering over you, your legs slip around his torso as he dips his head to your tits. you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating when his tongue lulls out and takes a wet lap of your nipple. his rough palm gropes your boob, squeezing the flesh making you react just the way he’d imagine.

your back arching and a stifled moan coming out.

“i don’t think teachers should be this slutty,” he licks his lips, tonguing your nipple again before he admittedly starts sucking.

“toji,” you moan, hand pressing into his nape as he hums around you. his fingers pinch and twist your other nipple making you gasp, letting out a higher pitched moan. you can feel his smirk, but you don’t have time to comment because he presses a finger against your hole.

“let’s see how much i needa stretch y’out,” his face is flushed, your reactions were enough to get him off.

your eyes glance down as he slips two thick veiny fingers into your core.

“shit,” toji exhales.

you whine, gasping when he pumps his fingers in to get them deep.

“you’re unbelievable,” his comment leaves you feeling bright pink. “when was the last time you had sex, baby?”

his question was confusing to you until he adds on.

“or are you still a virgin?”

“I’m not a virgin!” you gasp, offended, even though it wouldn’t have been embarrassing if it was a true. but still. you were flustered, especially when he leans his face close to yours.

“you sure?” he snarks, “because this pussy—“ he puts emphasis with a sharp thrust of his fingers making your head fall back. “is too fuckin’ tight,” he groans as you squeeze around him.

“I’ve had sex, like—five months ago,” you confess.

“five months,” he repeats, eyes narrowing when you glance away, and that’s when the light bulb goes off and he has to hold back a snort, because it was sweet. “and why five months?” he teases.

you hold back, too stubborn to expose your reasons, but he doesn’t make it easy when he starts sucking your neck, taking his time learning your body, until he finds the spot that makes you moan just a bit more uncontrolled and his fingers pick up speed. “does it have to do with me?”

his fingers piston into you and an unrelenting pace that he slips in another finger, groaning at the squelching that fills the air, your face pressing into his arm that rests beside your head. “cmon,” he slows his pace, electing a cute whine from you. “you’re really actin’ spoiled. expecting me to please you without anything in return.”

the guilt trip had your dumb brain glancing widely at him.

“I’m not—we’re gonna have sex now,” your face is bright with heat, eyes just a bit glassy from the pleasure.

“you think an old man like me gets off on just pussy?” though that was a big chunk of it, it still elected a cute reaction from you. “you needa to talk to me.”

your eyes are wide, almost like this was inconceivable to you, but nonetheless your lips part. “you’re not that old,” you comment with a slight snark.

he snorts, “you being cute?”

you shrug, squirming when he rubs his palm against your clit. “just a little,” you maintain eye contact. and he has to hold back a snort. his lips hover over yours, his hot breath fanning against your face, you instinctively lean up to kiss him but he easily dodges it, tucking his face into your side, lips ghosting over your ear.

“just tell me you didn’t let anyone near this pussy after our meeting,” his words sent a shiver running down your spine. “admit it.”

“it was coincidental,” you admit, whining when he curls his fingers inside, your legs closing around his hand but he only pushes both legs up, you squeal when he starts fingering you at an unrelenting pace, your face pressed to the side, gasping as you feel your orgasm taking over your body.

“coincident my fuckin’ ass,” he tsks, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he slips them out and puts them up to his mouth sucking them dry. your chest is uneven as you stare up at him. he moves to pull your shirt off, leaving you completely naked while he’s still in his sweats. “you’re gonna have’ta make it up to me.”

“why?” you snap back. his brows rise, it was intimidating. the look of an annoyed adult, but it had your core clenching around nothing.

“you’ve got a fuckin’ mouth on ya,” he chides, his palm cups your pussy, making you shiver. “I should shut you up for good,” he palms himself.

you nod, the blush and smile giving yourself away.

he can’t help but snort, “you wanna be punished?”

you flush, “I didn’t say that,” you mutter.

he leans over you again, hand caressing your face, it was slightly rough, thumb playing with your lips, eyes honed in on how wet and kiss bitten they are. “you said you wanted your mouth to be shut,” he smirks. “this little pussy would make you pass out if I put my dick in it .”

your brows furrow as you frown, “you don’t know that,” you argue.

“you could barely take three fingers,” he coos, but that only seems to make your dumb cock filled head more upset.

“but I did, you don’t know anything,” you scoff, “you don’t know what I can handle.”

“you telling me you a slut?”

“that’s not what I said,” you flush, “I can take you, that’s what I’m telling you,” you huff, but it turns into a pout, one that has him chuckling. especially when he moves off the bed. you watch him standing beside the bed as you sit up.

his fingers hook around his sweats and easily slips them down, letting them pool on the floor before kicking it aside.

to say you felt your heart drop to your ass was an understatement. your entire body burned red and goosebumps broke out everywhere.

the dark happy trail that led down to his base was not enough of a warning for the sight of his large and thick cock, hanging between his legs. the tip was already shiny from the pre that spread everywhere. his hand came down, squeezing the base, groaning lowly at the sight of you sitting up on the bed staring wide-eyed. he could fuck your pretty face and have no complaints. your lips were parted in frozen terror.

toji put a knee on the mattress, biting his lip in calculated self-control. he couldn’t react yet, not when his son’s poor little teacher was still grappling with the fact that she said she could take his fat cock not knowing what she got herself into.

“I—“ your voice cracks, lips parting at the sight of his weighty length in his palm. he lazily grips the base. the veins looked like they would pop if he squeezed any more.

“you’re acting real fuckin’ cute,” toji groans, leaning down and kissing your lips. not realizing that that comment sent you spiraling. he was still standing, so you were leaning slightly up. your head tilted, eyes fluttering up. “it’s okay, I won’t tease ya’ about your comments earlier,” he chuckles, taking your hand in his gently. “just be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle,” he sighs, guiding your hand to wrap around his cock. “fuck.”

his head tipped to rest on your shoulder, his hand rubbed your thigh. your grip on his cock grew tighter as you continued jerking him off, you couldn’t believe how big it was in your palm. your mind was overheating just thinking about how this thing could fit in you. that’s until you felt your back hit the mattress, again. your body immediately pulled to the edge of the bed as he hoisted your legs around his waist.

“can’t wait any longer,” he grunts, laying his fat cock on your stomach. his eyes dilating at the sight of how far he’d reach you.

“w-wait—“ you press a hand to his sweaty pec, eyes slightly wide as you swallow thickly. “I don’t think—I know what I said—“

however, toji breaks out into a loud laugh. one that has your skin heating up again, and your lips parting in shock. “t-toji!” you scold.

“sorry, sorry,” he laughs, leaning over as he kisses a cute gentle kiss to your cheek that once again leaves you speechless. you would’ve never expected him to be so gentle in the bedroom. “I can teach you how to take a big dick like this,” he starts moving his hips, sliding his length through your folds, a low grunt escaping as your juices squelch around and coat him.

“you’re getting cocky,” you mutter, the confidence you once had, just hanging by a thread now.

he snorts, “just a little. haveta make sure I’m just as good of a teacher as you are,” he angles his tip to press against your clit, smiling when your body jolts. your fingers lazily digging into his biceps. “plus, it’s not everyday i get to take a teachers virginity.”

you flush, “I’m not a virgin!”

toji smirks, “you are when it comes to me,” he rubs his cock head against your puckering hole, “gonna stretch you out real good, every other dick that’s been in ‘ere will be gone from your memory.”

you tense up as you feel the first push in. your eyes flying open as your jaw goes slack. the stretch was filthy, delicious, your chest felt hot—

“easy, baby,” he coos, all cocky, and it only seems to make you even more turned on as you clench around him. “shit.”

his grip on the sheets tighten, jaw clenched. “don’t squeeze me like that.”

“not my fault,” you whimper, his hand pushing your thigh higher as he sinks himself deeper. your breath catches, nails digging into his shoulder. “too much—angh!”

your whining and moaning, fails to deter toji from the task at hand. his cheeks are flushed, muscles tense as he controls his strength. unlike you, he really hasn’t had sex with anyone in awhile. it seemed to only be a yearly ritual for him. so having someone he’s been chasing for months now, someone he definitely developed a strong attraction for squeezing him to absolute heaven definitely wasn’t making it any easier for him.

“you’re so—fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting back in. your back arched, hips rising off the bed as he places a knee on the bed , groaning as he pushes more of himself in. your eyes bulge even more, tears squeezing at the corner of your eyes. “still got more.”

“what?!” you shriek, eyes bulging as he snaps more of his chubby girth inside your gummy walls. your pussy weeping, gasping for air as he starts picking up the pace.

“don’t be so dumb,” toji coos, “you saw how much i was gonna shove in,” he emphasis it with a hand pressed to your belly button. “you’ll know you’re full when you feel it right here.”

to say you get dumb on dick is an understatement.

by the time he’s fucking his full length inside you, you’re a completely different person.

“angh, you’re so fuckin’ good,” toji grunts, his hips snapping, he has one foot planted on the mattress, drilling his cock inside you hitting your cervix until your crying out. “good fuckin’ pussy,” his hand comes down your ass.

“toji—gun’ gunna come—ahh-!”

“again?” he snorts, but his own composure breaks when you’re drooling, his thumb collecting it and putting it back in your mouth as you suck. your back arches as his cock slides against your gummy walls pressing against your sweet spot making you see stars. his veins bulge from his arms, watching your eyes rolls back and moan around his thumb.

fuck, he wasn’t gonna cum just yet.

once you’d come undone, you pressed a hand to his chest.

“tapping out.”

you shake your head. “I’m on top.”

you sit up, pushing him back until he’s slipping out a shiver runs down your spine at the emptiness. but you immediately flush when you glance at toji. it was a sight.

his chest covered in a layer of sweat, your juices coated his heavy hanging cock and dark hair at his base. toji chuckled darkly as you grabbed his wrist pulling him back on the bed, laying him against the headboard. his hand lifted up, you easily took it as you stood up and slowly lowered yourself on his abs. pussy easily settling on the hard ridges making him groan.

“gonna teach me a lesson?” he bites his lip, watching you closely.

you laugh lightly, almost like he couldn’t feel the way your pussy clenched when he said that. your lips hovering over his. “teasing me every second and now you wanna learn something,” you kiss his jaw, a low hum escaping his lips. finding himself back in the same position you both started in, but this time you definitely weren’t holding back. his hands easily came to your ass, until you sat up. “no touching.”

his brow raised.

“I thought you wanted a lesson,” you test, his eyes boring into yours.

with an amused exhale, he raises both his hands in defeat, easily tucking them behind his head, muscles flexing casually. you ignore the flush that runs through you at the sight of his biceps flexing and the layer of sweat on his slightly hairy chest.

“now,” you start, turning around so your ass was on full display facing him, a low whistle slips past his lips. your feet press over his pelvis while one hand was positioned on the mattress for balance, your hair sliding to one side, you look over your shoulder and it was fucking beautiful.

toji flushed as he saw the arch of your spine, his eyes traveling down your deep line of you back until he noticed it. toji swears under his breath.

“because you called me a virgin,” you raise your hips, your free hand coming to press his wet cock against your twitching hole, slapping it over your clit a few times making you both hum and groan. “I’ll give you a little show,” you slide back down on his dick. his breath hitching as you take him in one go, no whining or crying like the rounds before. even though you clenched around him when he bottomed out, his jaw ticking, you still persevered.

you lean forward, arching your back as you raise your hips, only his tip still inside as you slam down again. the bulging ridges of his fat cock sliding against your walls had you drooling.

“christ,” he grunts. abs clenching, staring at the sticky cum from earlier start to create little wet cobwebs that attach to his pelvis and your ass.

“angh fuck, toji,” your moans are breathier and needier. It was the fact that you weren’t facing a him that made it easier for you to let go and enjoy the sex all the more, especially when you’re putting on a show for him with the way you’re riding his dick.

“shit—ngh, i take back what i said,” he grunts, biting another groan because he was desperately trying to see how this plays out by keeping his hands behind him. but you were really riding him like a cock drunken slut. “wanted to shake y’r ass for me—mmm this whole time.”

he subtly slides his muscular thighs apart, angling his hips just a bit knowing that this angle was much better for you. and of course your dumb little brain didn’t even notice but your eyes flutter back as does your pussy. “angh toji—“ it was quite endearing the way your actions and voice didn’t line up, the sluttiest thing he’s received and yet he’s hearing the sweetest voice chanting his name over and over.

“taking me so well, ya like riding this cock, hmm?” he bites his cheek, preventing a pathetic noise from slipping out when he watches the way your pussy stretches around him. he was so close.

“so big, toji—fuck—angh fee’—good, hngh ahh—“

“Mmm, shit just like that, dirty fuckin’ pussy,” the messy squelching and breathy moans you were letting out was messing with his head.

and he couldn’t help it when you leaned forward even more, grasping the sheets and getting more air to bounce faster. picking up the pace which immediately had him exhaling loudly and reaching out a hand, unable to stop himself, because you definitely would make him cum. “should’ve told me how desperate this pussy was for a big cock to stuff her,” he groans as you let out a loud whine. a snort escaping, “fuck.”

his palm slid across your ass, all the way to the fucking tramp stamp he hadn’t noticed until you’d turned around for him. his cock twitched when your back arched on instinct when he pressed a finger against the tattoo.

“fuck fuh—angh i said no touchin—“ you whine, it felt so good bouncing on such a big cock. you’d never had something so big inside you, and you couldn’t hold back.

“wanted to tell ya how much I’m lovin’ this fuckin’ lesson from you teach,” he groans, the low rumble from his chest has you angling your hips so you were only taking his tip. “shiit—“ his jaw went slack.

“it’s ah—a punishment,” you pant as you bounce only on the few inches of his tip, letting your juices drizzle down his creamy messy base. his eyes were like saucers seeing your hole take him and he could feel himself getting closer, his grip tightening on your waist.

“cmon baby,” he lets out a noise that you could only think was a whine, if it wasn’t for your own moans and loud squelching.

god why did it feel good being tortured like this. his cock was going to burst, but you were edging him like crazy like this.

“d-don’t baby me—“ you bite your lip, but he clearly hears your whimper. your shoulders shaking. you were close. “I’m—I’m in charge.”

his neck rolled back, lashes fluttering. your pussy felt so good, riding his cock until he bursts inside you, and yet, “is that usually how it is?” he slides both hands to hold your torso.

“what do you m—angh!! toji!”

his hands grasp your waist, and with no hesitation, he plants both feet on the mattress and thrusts up. your eyes bulge, finding yourself laying against his chest, head thrown back against his shoulder as he bites at your neck, thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.

“I’m not gonna let a pretty girl like you do all the work,” he grunts, hand falling to your clit, rubbing tight circles, making your legs shake as tears form immediately. “there we go—ngh squeeze my dick like a good girl.”

you were definitely going to loose consciousness, the pleasure overwhelming. “toji,” your moans were getting loud.

“are ya only gonna moan my name?” he teased, mimicking your gasps as if he wasn’t desperately controlling the pace fighting your own bucks to pick up the pace because he refused to cum right now. “shiit—baby,” he presses his face to your side, his instincts couldn’t stop him from absolutely wrecking you.

maybe that’s why when he had you back on your hands and knees, shaking and whining that he didn’t stop thrusting until he felt you cum again, but this time with a messier gush.

“shit—“ he groans, being forced out as you squirt on his cock. “you’re full of surprises, princess.”

you were absolutely delirious, tilting your head, arms stretching out grasping the sheets. “cu-cum in me.”

his jaw clenches, his brain frying as you look at him with those big glassy eyes. all pleading and fucked out.

“don’t,” he thrusts into you, it was getting sloppy, your hand was stretching back for him.

“want y-you to—ah ha—cum in me—please ngh please—“ you desperately match him, thrusting back against him, making him groan.

“don’t say that,” he brings a hand down on your ass, it was as hard, but enough to make you whine even more.

“want you to make me feel full, toji,” you plead, hand rubbing your tummy feeling the bulge he was creating. his cock threatening to burst with the way you’re acting. he leans forward, hands planted beside your head, as he drives his cock harder and faster.

“fuck, should’ve known you’d be a fuckin’ slut,” he grunts with each thrust, you were whining, face pressed against the mattress as you reached back to hold his head, his face coming close to yours.

“want it—I’m—I’m good,” you slur, the gasps and moans coming out. his muscles flexing as he felt his legs begin to shake and your own body squeezing him, clearly on the edge yourself.

“want me to breed this pussy on our first fuck,” he clearly already made his choice as his thrusts grew sloppier. his breathing getting uneven and louder as he drilled his pulsing cock into your warm gooey walls.

“yes-want it all—“ you gasp, his lips crash onto yours. and the deep rumble of him moaning into your mouth immediately sent you over the edge again and him following after.

he hissed, his balls clenching as he shot ropes of warm cum into your walls. you were clenching him nails digging into his nape, as he continued thrusting deep and holding as more cum shot into his son’s hot middle school teacher.

you were whining, especially when his hand wouldn’t leave your clit, making you squirt more. he pulled out, biting his lip as he saw the mess he created, and selfishly, he pulled you back on your knees, spreading your pussy apart to get a better look. and you were too fucked out to feel embarrassed.

“should’ve gotten a warning that you were this dirty,” he teases, slipping a middle finger into the mess and his cum oozing out of your puffy overstimulated pussy hole. he slowly thrusts his fingers in, and your hips reluctantly try to move away. “Look at’cha,” he sighs, mesmerized when you start crying and shaking as you squirt some more, his cock aching at the sight.

he didn’t stop, until you were rolling to your side, pushing his hands away. “c-angh toji,” your cheek is pressed against the mattress, eyes glossy and pleading.

“had enough, pretty girl?” he coos.

you nod, completely exhausted.

“you sure you don’t wanna give me more,” he gently soothes a hand across your ass as he leans down to press a kiss to your lower back. “is that enough for my bratty girl?”

you nod again. eyes doting up at him as if that wasn’t both the cutest and filthiest sight he’s ever seen. he trails soft kissed up your spine, gently rolling you to your back, brushing the messy hair from your beautiful face.

your body weak, but still responsive, brushes a hand across his jaw. eyeing his scarred lips, he leans forward, hovering over yours as you sigh blissfully.

“my dream…” you whisper. “is dumb.”

his emerald eyes widen slightly before settling. hand caressing the top of your head, thumb rubbing your forehead as he remains close, the intimacy was unlike anything you’d ever felt. fucks absolutely stupid that this closeness has dropped all your walls.

especially when this man who’s been following you for three days and stopped to talk to you almost every morning after dropping off his son. you felt it was okay to be a little insecure.

“I’m definitely not someone to judge if something’s dumb or not, pretty,” his voice was just above a whisper, matching your tone. a gentle smirk pulling at his lips as he reassures you.

and for once, you don’t look away. you maintain eye contact, voicing your dumb dreams to the man that asked you a few months ago.

“I wanted to write…for awhile,” you hesitate for a moment. “still do…but I—don’t tell people.”

“like books?”

you shake your head. finger lazily stroking his jaw tracing his features mindlessly. “no,” you whisper, “shows…I went to school for that…film and tv, graduated with a BFA,” you glance at his lips, touching his scar again.

toji remains silent, but his caresses don’t stop. gently reassuring you to continue talking, it was similar to the way he talks to megumi, giving him gentle reminders that’s it’s safe space. it took him awhile to understand what it means to sit and listen, but he likes to think he’s gotten better, especially when you sigh gently.

“but it’s been two years since I graduated…and writing jobs are difficult,” your thumb trails back to his neck, “like really hard,” you mutter.

“you still apply to things?” his tone was identical to yours, not wanting to think he’s pushing. and you nod, licking your glossy bitten lips.

“ya, applied for a few writing programs a few weeks ago for the summer…” you trail off. “…it’s…just embarrassing,” your voice is much lower. you take a deep breath, your exhale is slightly shaky and your little smile was almost heartbreaking as his brows furrow.

“teaching isn’t bad…still gives me time to write, and make my portfolio more appealing,” you confess. you sigh, glancing back into his inviting eyes. a small smile appears on your face. “that’s it.”

toji couldn’t describe the way his chest tightened up. It made him feel like he couldn’t say the right thing but his lips parted.

“when I had megumi,” he starts, speaking just as soft. “i wasn’t in a good place. i was young,” he clears his throat. “i can’t even remember his mom…i was pretty sleazy back then,” he confesses, making you crack an amused smile. “but i had no goals or a job or money, so when megumi was thrown at my doorstep I couldn’t throw him out.” he itches his jaw, you could tell it was difficult for him to speak about this. but he quickly gets to the point. “it took me awhile to get my shit together, and I made a fuck ton of mistakes, but eventually thing began to work. I forced myself to believe they’ll work out because of gumi.”

toji exhales as he brushes your forehead again. it felt like he could see through you.

“you’re a baby,” he whispers. “two years isn’t a long time, you have a goal, and you haven’t given up, right?”

you nod which he makes him crack a wider smirk.

“don’t be embarrassed,” he soothes, “most people would be jealous, I certainly am.” you scoff, and he raises a brow. “you think I’m lyin’?”

“no,” you mutter. “but like—“

“but nothing,” he grabs your jaw, angling your head up, eyes meeting. “it’ll happen. that’s it, okay?”

you bite your cheek, and his heart clenched even more when your eyes filled with tears. your bottom lip pouting just a bit, trying to hold them back from slipping.

“okay?” his voice more gentle.

and your response is just as sweet as you are, with a gentle tilt forward, your lips pressing against his. eyes closing with exhaustion and some slight ounce of comfort for your worries you hum against his lips. “okay.”

toji caresses your jaw as your worries slip into the night, letting this man kiss you to sleep.

—

the nights events afterwards was a blur, all you could feel when you woke the next morning was the full body ache and slight weight off your chest. you had almost thought it was all a dream, because your body that was covered in the post-sex mess was completely clean, and as were the sheets. but the bruises and bite marks that littered your body was a tell sign and the fact that you, along with the large man sleeping peacefully beside you were still fully naked.

his back rose and fell evenly, he looked peaceful as he slept beside you. the early morning sunrise casting a gentle orange glow across his features, softening him.

you were in awe.

he was so beautiful, it was hard to believe he’s a total sadist in bed, but even that mind blowing sex couldn’t make you forget how gentle he was afterwards. his teasing was something you doubt you’ve ever come across, and maybe it was because he was older, but his words made you feel more reassured.

your eyes followed the deep scratches that littered his biceps, nape and shoulders that your own face began to burn slightly. “ow,” you mutter.

“taking in the view?” his rasp voice had your eyes snapping back to his face. his eyes now half lidded gazing tiredly at you.

“I didn’t mean too,” you gently rub over the scratches on his shoulder, your own voice slightly hoarse from the crying and moaning from last night. toji glances at his biceps not even reacting to the marks, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“I doubt that,” he scoffs.

your eyes widen, “honest! I don’t—leave marks like this,” you flush, glancing at him with pleading eyes.

he chuckles, rolling to his side inviting you to come closer, but he doesn’t give you a chance as he pulls you with his strong arm. pressing his face into your shoulder as he exhales. “it’s hot, so shut up.”

“they look like they hurt though,” you mutter into his shoulder.

“they do sting.”

you pull away with even wider eyes full of concern now that he can’t help but break out into a boisterous full body laugh. his chest shaking making you roll your eyes. “you’re joking.”

“nope, they do sting.”

“toji,” your cute brows are pinched together making him laugh even more.

“do you always scrunch that face when y’r worried,” he squishes your cheek. “it’s cute, feels like ya do it on purpose.”

“I’m literally just upset,” you pout because he was squishing your cheeks where it was slightly hard to talk. “does it actually sting—like a lot?” your eyes have a little mischief.

“Mmm, makes me hard thinkin’ bout how they got there,” he cracks a smirk as you stutter, hand coming to his face.

“shut up,” you roll your eyes.

“does anyone else know about this slutty tattoo?” he puts emphasis with his hand splayed on your lower back, rubbing the spot. “that their teacher actually rides cock like a certified slut.”

“you can’t say that,” you huff, more embarrassed than you’d like to admit because he was pulling your closer to him as his hand grabbed a handful of your ass.

“just did—am i gonna get punished again,” he throws your words back at, and it only helped to get you even more speechless. “i confess, i would love to get punished again,” he spreads your ass making you arch into his chest. his lips hovering over your ear. “you were moaning like a little slut.” his lips part as he mimics your moans, “toji angh—“ you slap his chest, making him laugh.

you sit up holding the blanket to your chest as you glare down at him. clearly getting embarrassed, which serves to entertain the older man. he smirks up at you, hand caressing your smaller wrist.

“stop talking about last night,” you deadpan.

“how can i not, you surprised me,” he confesses making you glare at him.

“what did you expect?” you raise a skeptical brow. that attitude of yours was definitely something that had him holding back a whimper. god, your immaturity coming out around him made him hard.

“expected you to be a little vanilla. not that I would’ve minded, I’d get you to do other stuff, but the way you wanted to take me yourself, just to show me your pussy stretching nice a big—“ toji had no shame being vulgar with his words. Especially when you pressed a hand to his mouth, flushed beyond belief.

“stop talking!” you press your face to his shoulder. he doesn’t though, instead he pulls your hand away easily and looks up.

“and your messy pussy gushing everywhere, were ya’ always a squirter?” he chuckles because he’d successfully fried your brain where your jaw was slack. your hands came to yours cheeks because you needed to cool down. the blanket slipping to reveal your breasts just a bit.

“you can’t ask me that,” you whine softly, head down.

he leans up, hand pressed on the mattress beside your thigh, his face popping up in front of you, tilting his head with a knowing smirk. “show me some confidence, pretty girl,” he teases, and earns a hand on his face pushing him away.

“you’re making fun of me!” you huff, face burning.

“I’m complimenting you,” he laughs.

“well stop laughing, then,” you snap.

he snorts, laughing still, “can’t help it. just like you can’t help spraying on my dick.”

“toji!”

he laughs again, as you shove his shoulder back making him fall back on the mattress. he pulls your wrist so you’re falling over him. his hand holding your nape. it took less than five seconds for you both to start making out. his gruff voice coming into small grunts as you hum in pleasure.

“I haveta get back to my room before everyone wakes up,” you say between kisses.

“Mmm,” toji continues kissing, “in a few.” he’s seating against the headboard, holding your face as you continue making out. it was messy and sloppy, but that’s all you would do, your hand holding his wrist that attempted to sneak into your pussy from behind. “a pretty girl should cum every morning.”

“not when she’s working,” you mutter, licking his tongue, salvia mixing with his as he groans. his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

his hands continued to wander, allowing him to grope your boobs, twisting your nipple as you sigh in pleasure—

THUMP THUMP THUMP

the loud thumping at the door has you jolting,

“who’s that?” you whisper, glancing at the clock. it was still two hours before everyone needed to wake up.

toji shrugs, unsure too as he pulls you back to his lips. “keep kissing me, pretty.” you follow his pull, lips coming together again until the knocks get louder followed by—

“dad! are you awake?!” megumi’s little voice yells on the other side. now both you and toji are frozen, you more panicky than him, as he keeps you on his lap when you try to get off. “dad!”

“mr. toji!” yuuji’s voice chimes in only adding to your confusion and slight corner you’re stuck in now.

but that’s when the light bulb goes off in toji’s head, “oh.”

“what?” you whisper.

“promised them I’d take them on my run in the morning,” he glances at the clock, “didn’t think gumi would actually get up though.”

you get a little more panicky, but toji easily chuckles. “get in the bathroom, I’ll tell them I just needa change first.”

you nod, sliding off his lap. he slips his sweats on fixing himself in his boxers as you slip on his tshirt and rush into the bathroom earning a gentle tap on the ass by toji as he tries to squeeze it when he walks past you to the door. “stop,” you squeal, running away and finally closing the bathroom shut.

he licks his lips, biting a groan before swinging the door open, mind you the knocking didn’t stop.

“what took you so long?” megumi frowns up at him. both boys wearing their shorts, megumi opting for a navy t shirt and yuuji with his bright red tank top.

“it took forever to wake megumi up! but you were the one that woke up late so we get the ten dollars, you promised, you promised!” Yuuji blurts.

toji scratches his hair. “yeah yeah, let me change quickly and I’ll meet you boys in your room—“

“we’ll just wait with you,” megumi easily slips inside his dad’s room followed by yuuji who skips to the large windows.

“woahhh your view is better than ours,” he presses his face to the glass. “and it’s ten dollars each, not together!”

toji licks his teeth, glancing at the bathroom.

“okay stay put, im gonna take piss and come out,” toji subtly picks up your clothes from the floor along with his own change of clothes before slipping into the bathroom.

his brows raise when he sees an empty room. he quietly whispers your name, walking up the shower and pulling the curtains back to see you sitting. “they’re still here?” you mouth. he chuckles, nodding.

“I’ll leave with them and then you can slip back to your room after,” he pets your head all cocky, making you slap his hand away with a huff, to which he laughs and walks to the toilet.

you patiently wait in the bathroom until he finishes changing and grabs your jaw, planting a wet kiss against your lips. you hum in shock, whining when he skillfully plays with your tongue groaning. “we’re still going on that date when we get back,” he says licking his lips and you can just nod.

he gives you one last wink before slipping out.

fuck.

unfortunately for you, sleeping with a student’s parent is exactly how you’d picture it going. him teasing you every chance he gets under his breath. subtle touches when no one is looking, and of course, gentle reminders of last nights events when you’re sitting on the buses back to the school.

“you need to behave yourself,” you scold him, getting up and sitting on the other side of the aisle. he frowns rolling his eyes.

however things weren’t fully realized until you got to the last rest stop. and all the kids flooded out all needing to use the bathroom. toji and you being the first to finish, when toji decided to corner you against the bus.

his hand gently caressing your waist over your top, while the other tilted your chin to the side.

“you did a good job covering this up,” he rubs the spot where he remembers leaving a pretty dark hickey. “I can leave another one down here,” he drops his hand to the front of your top, pulling the fabric down just a bit.

“toji,” you say sternly, as if you aren’t beyond flustered.

he cracks a smile, glancing over his shoulder before turning back to you, “kidding…so give me a kiss,” he whispers against your lips. “before the kids comes.”

you flush. he’s so needy. it was a pleasant surprise, but also messed with your head.

“just a kiss,” he softly coos, eyes half lidded, hands caressing you like you were all he needed to continue another two hours on this god forsaken bus with a bunch of middle schoolers. so you grant him it.

the kiss was soft, innocent, his hand pulling you flush against his body, “so sweet,” he sighs, slipping his tongue in, as he does, you’ve come to realize—

“WHAT!” a loud shout has you and toji flinching and whipping to look at the source and of course it’s the mischievous little nobara. “you were kissing Miss. L/N!!” she shouts so loudly as more of the kids flooded out of the bathrooms.

yuuji who was standing behind her the whole time has his jaw permanently nailed to the ground.

“nobara,” you laugh nervously, trying to defuse the situation, but she’s already chanting you and mr.toji sitting in a tree K.I—. and the other kids follow suite.

yuuji is still sat on the bus with his jaw slack, megumi in a similar state but more of a glare as they surround you both on the seats. toji raises a brow at his kid, almost testing his glare. “have somethin’ to say—“

but yuuji immediately stands up, pointing at you. “why would mr. toji kiss you! you don’t like stinky things and mr. toji is SO STINKY!” yuuji’s cry has you flushing eyes wide.

“yuuji,” you start, but nobara is laughing.

“they’re in loveeee so it doesn’t matter,” she chuckles and this leaves you and toji stunned.

“in love?!” Megumi now shouts. “miss is super super sweet and my dad is—“ he looks back at his dad frowning. toji puzzled raises a brow.

“your dad is what?” he tests him.

your sweating, laughing, “okay guys, this isn’t the time—“

“my dad is grumpy and not sweet,” megumi frowns, not scared at standing up to his dad.

the sixth graders all listening and enjoying the show, ooo at the same time. some were on nobara’s side of gushing over their sweet lovely teacher with a strong man like toji who they’ve spent most of the trip with. and the other side was on yuuji and megumi’s who are in disbelief that their sweet lovely teacher like you could be with a grumpy fighter like toji.

“I’m not sweet?” toji cocks his head.

megumi hums and yuuji agrees along with a few other boys.

“so when I drive you to school? or take care of ya when y’r sick and whining, or drive you both to practice, or go on runs with you slow-pokes, or buy ya sweets, or take care of you—what’s all that then?” toji has the entire bus silent.

megumi and yuuji frown, embarrassed.

“ya that’s what I thought,” toji rubs more salt on the wound and your chest clenches as you look at the boys.

“toji was a big help with all of you guys, and he’s very sweet for volunteering to come along,” you try to reason with your class who all pout while others gush. “and uh—“ you look at the boys who are all upset. “you kids are obviously the sweetest,” a few of them blink up at you. kids love praise. “you all made this year amazing and toji agrees with me too. you all brought us all together and definitely were better than the other classes,” you put a finger to your lips. “but don’t tell them I said that.”

the kids all laugh together nodding.

“I told you we were the better class,” yuuji cheers, stunning his tongue out. “it’s because of your class president,” he slaps his chest. megumi laughs, especially when Nobara starts arguing with him.

“no it’s because I’m CO-President!” she huffs and the two go back n forth immediately changing the subject for the rest of the bus ride.

and once you settle back into your seat toji gives you smirk. you raise a brow.

he shrugs.

you tilt your head. weird.

but all toji was doing was admiring you. simple.

a/n: this was longer than I intended, but hopefully you guys enjoyed it. I definitely spent months coming in and out of this story, haven’t written smut in a few months so I had to find my style again lol!