𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓.

Toji raised a brow, towel slung over his neck. “If you’re sayin’ that ‘cause you think you’re fat, ain’t takin’ you.”

You shifted on your feet, chewing your lip. “But if I just… wanna get stronger? Maybe more stamina?”

He tilted his head like he was sizing you up, then grinned. “Hmm that's nice... If you’ve got more strength, I don’t gotta hold back, y’know.”

"Tojiii... youuu!!!"

“Good girl,” he muttered, giving your ass a smack making you squeak and red as Geto chuckled.

You hugged Toji quickly, mumbling a thank you before scampering off to your room. where, unsurprisingly, Gojo had already invaded your bed. He was curled up hugging your plushie like it was a lifeline, nose buried into it.

“Satoru…?”

“Mhmm?” he cracked open one icy blue eye and grinned. “You smell like heaven. Don’t leave me ever.”

“I won't,” you laughed, sitting beside him. “Will you come help me shop for gym clothes?”

That, apparently, was the magic phrase.

“YOU’RE GOING TO THE GYM?!” he practically flew out of your bed. “I need to supervise. I’m coming.”

You shouldn’t have asked. At the store, it was a disaster. Gojo was yanking crop tops off hangers, tossing booty shorts into your arms, dramatically flinging sparkly sports bras over your head.

“Satoru!!” you hissed, holding a pair of tiny shorts like they were radioactive. “I can’t wear this to the gym!”

“Why not?” he pouted. “It’ll keep the boys away ‘cause they’ll know you’re already taken.”

“Th...that doesn't even make any sense. They’ll stare.”

“Let them!” he said proudly. “Let them die from jealousy!”

Thankfully, Geto came to the rescue, offering you a few sleek, modest and comfortable sets in earthy tones. “These look good. functional too.”

You smiled sweetly, relieved. “Thank you, suguru.”

Gojo looked betrayed. “Okay, what is this? Everyone ignoring me. I bring spice to your life and all I get is disrespect.”

Back home, Gojo plopped onto the bed while you laid out your new clothes on them. “I’m gonna miss you when you're gone,” he said, pressing his face into your thigh.

“I’ll only be gone for a few hours,” you giggled, stroking his hair.

“Exactly. Too long.”

***

The next morning, you stepped out in your brand new gym clothes, shorts hugging your hips, a tight sports bra, and a loose T-shirt thrown on top. you felt a little silly, but excited.

Geto handed you a gym bag with a smile. “Water bottle. Banana. Trail mix. Text me if you need anything.”

“Thank you…” you hugged him, touched by the thoughtfulness.

Nanami appeared, kissed your cheek gently. “Call me if anything’s off. Anything.”

Toji, who had just walked out from the kitchen munching on something, scoffed. “She’s with me, jackass.”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” Nanami deadpanned, adjusting his tie.

“Yeah, yeah.” Toji stuffed the last of the bread into his mouth. “Let’s go, doll.”

He took a helmet for you and slung an arm over your shoulders, steering you out the door. You couldn't even wave goodbye before he led you to his black bike. He handed you the helmet and straddled the seat.

“Get on,” he said. “Gotta hold tight though. Might go fast.”

You obeyed without a second thought, sliding on behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Like a fuckin’ koala,” he muttered, shaking his head fondly. “If I feel your tits pressin’ into me one more time I can't promise if I'm gonna crash us into a wall.”

“Shut up toji!!” you squeaked, as he laughed loud and revived the engine.

“Hold on, princess. Let’s go build that stamina of yours.”

***

Gym smelled like sweat and steel, music pumping through the speakers as you stepped inside with Toji beside you. Instantly, heads turned.

“Yo, toji !”

“Morning, fushiguro!”

“Spot me first, yeah?!”

He grunted a few responses, barely sparing them a glance, his hand sliding down to your lower back possessively. Everyone knew him. He was the best trainer in the gym. Big, broad and confident, the type of man people admired and secretly drooled over.

“All right, baby,” he said, tossing a towel over his shoulder. “Let’s see what that soft little body can handle.”

You swallowed hard as he started guiding you through the beginner routines. But the man couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Every “correction” involved groping, his calloused fingers brushing your inner thighs, his palm flat on your lower belly, adjusting your hips with a grip that lingered.

“Stretch, bend… yeah, like that,” he murmured behind you. You bent forward and thump.

You gasped, feeling the unmistakable pressure of his bulge nudging against your core. “Toji…” you whined, cheeks burning.

“What?” he feigned innocence, rocking his hips just slightly. “Form’s gotta be perfect, baby.”

Your knees trembled. He let out a chuckle and finally pulled back. After teasing you within an inch of sanity, he finally let you catch your breath, handing you a water bottle. “Walk on the treadmill for a while, yeah? gotta see a couple of clients.”

You nodded, slightly dazed, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your neck followed by a sharp bite.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he smirked, walking off.

You walked slowly, sweat sliding down your back as you tried to focus on the rhythm of your steps. You took a sip of water, cheeks warm. That’s when you heard someone giggling. You turned slightly and there she was.

Toned thighs, tight gym shorts, sports bra hugging a perfect figure. Her ponytail bounced as she smiled up Toji. He stood beside her, adjusting her posture, saying something too low for you to hear. She laughed again, arm brushing against his. His hands were on her hips, not in a dirty way but just there, showing her how to move, how to hold the stretch. Still, she leaned in too much. Her fingers brushed his bicep under the pretense of balance. Her eyes didn’t leave his mouth when he spoke.

You knew it was part of his job but it stung. Hard. You looked away. Swallowed and then looked again. And that was it.

“Tojiii,” you called, loud enough to carry. His head snapped to you instantly.

“Yeah, doll?” he jogged over, concern furrowing his brows. “You okay? Tired?”

You shook your head quickly. “I wanna go home.”

He blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Doll, … I work here, yeah? Got that girl to train—she’s one of my regular clients. And those two too—” he nodded toward a couple of girls lifting weights across the floor. You nodded slowly, eyes flicking back to the girl who was still watching him.

“I’ll book ya a cab, hmm?” he said gently, pulling his phone out. “Call me when you get back.”

You stepped back and reached for your towel from his hands. “I don’t need a cab. I’ll call suguru.”

His brows drew together slightly. “Huh? wait—”

But you’d already turned, walking toward your bag without looking back. Outside, the cool air stung your skin. You dialed Geto with shaky fingers.

“Honey?” he answered on the first ring. “Done already?”

“Suguu… can you pick me up?”

He was there in ten minutes. You didn’t say a word, just climbed into the passenger seat and pulled your knees up to your chest. He didn’t press. But when he glanced over at the red in your eyes, his jaw tightened. He drove you home in silence, hand resting protectively on your knee. He dropped you home, a kiss to your cheeks then drove off to work.

***

You didn’t have class today. And yet the whole day felt heavier than usual. You tried to read, tried to write, maybe even clean your room but your thoughts kept spiraling back to the image of that girl at the gym. He let her touch him. Let her press up close, even if it was all part of the damn job. You hated that it mattered so much. Hated that he was still at the gym right now. Still surrounded by girls like that.

Eventually, the weight of it made you curl into bed and sleep the day away, your chest tight and mind restless. Evening came. The apartment door clicked open. You stirred only when you heard the shower running. You moved to the couch with the plushie Gojo bought you once. A few minutes later, warm arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you gently from the couch into a lap that was all peace and safety.

Nanami smelled like cedarwood and clean skin. His damp hair brushed your cheek as he kissed your temple. "How was your day, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and smooth.

“I… just slept,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, voice barely audible.

He tilted your chin with two fingers. “All day?”

You nodded up at him. "Yeah..."

He hummed. “And how was the gym?”

Your face faltered before you could stop it. Your eyes dropped. You hated that he noticed it instantly.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing," you whispered too fast, trying to turn away.

His voice turned firm. “What happened?”

“I-it's nothing serious—really.”

“Did Toji do something to you?”

Your head snapped up, panic flashing. “No! no, nothing like that—he didn’t—he didn’t do anything.”

Nanami narrowed his eyes slightly. “Then talk to me. What is it?”

You exhaled shakily and looked down again. And then, in a quiet, hesitant voice, you finally let it spill.

“It’s just… at the gym… when toji left me to go train someone else, there was this girl, she was really pretty and she kept touching him and smiling at him and… I know it’s his job but… I felt… so stupid.”

Your voice broke a little as you reached the end, cheeks flushed with shame. Nanami didn’t speak for a second. he just tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple again.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “He’s a trainer. That’s what he does. It's nothing to worry about.” he smiled.

You nodded reluctantly. “But she was touching him. On the arms. And her laugh was like… flirty. She likes toji. I know it.”

He raised a brow. "Oh? she likes him?"

You nodded, like complaining.

“And who does toji love?”

Your lips parted. "Wh-what?"

"I asked who does toji and all of us love, hmm?"

You blinked, dumbfounded. “…Me?”

“Exactly.”

He kissed your cheek, your jaw, then lower, down your neck. “You're our girl, yeah?” he whispered, breath warm.

You giggled softly, heat rushing to your chest. His hands moved up under your shirt. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, thumbing your nipple. “My pretty girl getting all upset over this… adorable.”

Before you could respond, the front door opened.

"I'm home," came Geto's familiar voice from the hallway.

You froze in Nanami’s lap as Geto stepped into the living room, a little strand of his hair damp from sweat. His eyes landed on you, then narrowed slightly when he saw where you were.

“Well, well,” he drawled, walking over and crouching beside the couch. “I don’t get this greeting?” he leaned in and kissed your lips gently, fingers brushing your knee. “How was the gym, baby?”

You flinched slightly, eyes darting to Nanami. He chuckled when you gave him a pleading look—please don’t tell him. Nanami raised his brow. “Should I not say?”

You shook your head so fast it was almost embarrassing. “Nooo...!”

Geto's brows pulled together as he looked between you and Nanami. “Okay, what'd I miss?”

A quiet laugh escaped Nanami as he shook his head. “She's been sulking all day,” he said, “ranting to me about this girl at the gym who was looking at toji.”

“Nanamin!”

The realization dawned on Geto almost immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Ohh,” he hummed. “You were jealous, baby?” he teased, tilting his head. “Over toji?”

“I-I wasn’t! I mean—no!”

Nanami leaned in, his palm resting on your thigh again. “Oh, you should’ve seen her. Face all scrunched up the whole time.”

Geto’s hands joined his, trailing up your other leg. “You poor baby,” he murmured. “Did he stretch her out too? like he do to you before he fucks you dumb?”

Your mouth fell open, mortified. “S-stop! You two are being mean…”

They both leaned in, trapping you in the heat of their bodies. “You like when we’re mean,” Geto said softly, licking your pulse point.

“I’m not jealous,” you stammered, pushing at their chests feebly.

“Oh?” Nanami smirked. “Then why are you shaking like that, hmm?”

“I-I’m not!”

“I think you are,” Geto grinned at you. “Should we call toji, tell him how you’re acting like a brat over him?”

“Noooo! you can't...” you squeaked, face burning. You shoved them both lightly and scrambled off Nanami’s lap, your heart thumping. “I’m not jealous!” you insisted, running toward your room and slamming the door shut behind you. You could hear their soft laughs echo behind the door.

“She’s definitely jealous,” Nanami said.

“Agree, agree.” Geto replied.

And you were behind the door, cheeks on fire and your heart thumping like crazy.

***

Toji came home a little later than usual, sweat clinging to his skin, hair a little damp, gym bag slung over his shoulder. You didn’t greet him like you normally did. Didn’t even look up from the couch when he walked past. Not a smile, not a “welcome home.” Just silence.

He noticed. Ohh, he definitely noticed.

The first time he passed you, he let it slide. Maybe you were tired. Maybe you didn’t hear him. The second time, when he tossed his bag on the chair and asked, “You eat anything yet?”, and you just mumbled a “yeah” without even turning your head, his jaw ticked. When you pulled away from his touch later saying you were “not in the mood” he snapped.

And the next thing you knew, Toji’s hand was gripping your wrist as he dragged you inside your room, slamming it shut behind him.

“The fuck is wrong with you today?” he barked, pushing you gently but firmly toward the bed. “Been giving me this cold-ass shoulder since morning.”

You swallowed hard, eyes wide.

“Didn’t call when you got home,” he said, voice rising. “Didn’t reply to a single fuckin’ text. Didn’t pick up any of my calls. You just walked out the gym and vanished. And now you’re actin’ like I did something?”

“Toji, I—”

“No, you don’t get to shut me out like this without telling me what the fuck is wrong.” He stepped closer, hands on either side of your waist, pinning you in place. His eyes scanned your face, furious but confused, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling too fast.

Your lower lip trembled, eyes getting wet. “You’re scaring me…”

Toji froze when he saw your face changes. “Shit. No, No—fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair, stepping back. “Don’t—don’t cry. Fuck, don’t do that. Didn’t mean to yell. Shit. I didn’t even do anything, why are you crying like that?”

“You’re.... so mean,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I hate you.”

You pushed at his chest with both hands, stumbling out of his grip, hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Before he could react, you ran straight to the living room, where Nanami was reading on the couch. You threw yourself into his arms, sobbing into his chest. He held you without question, his arms secure around your waist, hand soothing your back.

Toji came after you, of course. Stopping at the hallway, panting, looking genuinely wrecked.

“The fuck happened to her?” he demanded, eyes narrowing at Nanami. “She said I’m mean. What did I even do? She’s never called me that, not even when I was bullying her cunt like—”

“Toji.” Nanami cut him off, calm but sharp. “For the love of God, don’t finish that sentence.”

Toji blinked, then rubbed his temples. “I didn’t even fuckin’ do anything…”

Geto strolled in just in time to hear the tail end of it, sipping on something cold. He glanced between the three of you and smirked.

“Toji,” he said with a chuckle, “You might wanna consider a career change if this is how it’s going.”

“What?” Toji blinked again, clearly not following. Then it clicked. “Oh.” his voice dropped into a knowing growl. “Ohhhh.....”

He started laughing, low and sharp. Cruel in how accurate it was. “That’s what this was about?” he pointed toward you. “That girl today?”

You didn’t answer, face buried in Nanami’s chest, fists clenched in his shirt.

Toji walked over with purpose. “You really got all bratty over that stuck-up cardio chick? Baby, that’s work. That ain’t fun.” He grabbed you by the waist, prying you from Nanami’s lap like you weighed nothing.

“Toji—let go!” you squealed, trying to fight him off.

“You wanna cry? fine. You can cry on my cock,” he snarled.

He carried you toward your room, ignoring your squirming, ignoring the way Geto was cackling behind him, ignoring Nanami’s slow exhale and murmured, “Toji. Don't be so hard on her.”

He dropped you on the bed, crawling over you, his big frame caging you in. You thought he was gonna fuck you mean out of anger. Instead, he pulled your shorts down and nudged your legs apart, slowly running the thick length of his cock up and down your folds not pushing in.

Your eyes widened. “Toji—”

“Shh,” he cut in, voice smooth and dark. “Let me ask you something, baby.”

His cock slid through your slick folds again, dragging right over your clit. You gasped, trying to close your thighs but his hand pushed them back open. “Want me to put it in?”

You swallowed thickly, face burning, unable to speak. He chuckled, slow and mean. “Just the tip, yeah? That’ll shut your jealous little head up?” he lined himself up and rubbed the tip right against your entrance without pushing in. “That enough to make you forget about her?”

You whimpered, hips twitching.

“No?” he murmured, kissing your throat, teasing the head of his cock at your tight entrance again, not entering. “Want me to really fuck it in? want it deep, or you just want the tip like a good little slut?”

You squirmed, unable to form any words, shaking your head.

“Don’t want the tip?” he smirked, hand sliding under your shirt, palming your tits. “Then what do you want, baby? want me to fuck it in deep and ruin that jealous little cunt so you remember who you belong to?”

“I—I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” he cooed mockingly. “Sorry for what, sweetheart?" he slides his cock up your folds teasing.

"Sorry for saying you hate me?" another grind.

"Or sorry for not calling?" he rolls his hips again.

"Or sorry for being a pouty, bratty, little thing?”

“…All of it…” you whispered, breath hitching.

Toji’s eyes softened just for a second. Then he shoved the tip in. Just barely. Enough to make you jolt and moan. He groaned. “Tight little hole. Fuck, missed this cock, huh?”

You nodded desperately. “Please—Toji…”

He smirked, sliding in just another inch. “Gonna take it back now? that thing you said earlier?”

Your heart stuttered. “I—I didn’t mean it—” another push. “I don’t hate you—!”

“Then what do you feel, huh?”

“I—” you choked out, tears spilling again, “I love you—I love you, Toji, please—!”

He chuckled, finally burying himself all the way in one slow, punishing thrust. “Yeah. that’s my girl,” he whispered. “Now tell me… who’s my good baby?”

“Ahhh.... me,” you gasped.

He pulled out slowly and slammed back in. “Say it again.”

“Me—!”

“Who’s the one who gets all my love and kisses?”

“Me—!”

“Who’s the little thing bouncing on my cock every night?”

You sobbed, head spinning. “That's—!”

He smirked, licking a stripe up your cheek like a reward. “That’s what I thought.”

And just like that, he grabbed your hips and started fucking you for real. Deep, slow thrusts, each one sealing every filthy word inside you. Toji grinned down at you, his cock still twitching inside, his body hot and heavy as he leaned in, voice smug and low against your cheek.

“Jealous little bunny, huh?” he murmured, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. “Gets all possessive for me? Hmm? Love me that much?”

You nodded furiously, lips parted, breath shaky.

“Oh? Thought you hated me?” he teased, voice dipping as he nipped at your throat. “Didn’t you say that, huh?”

“S-so… sorry,” you whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. “Won’t say it again… I– I love you…”

He hummed, pleased, his cock grinding just a little deeper. “Is that so?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Then… wanna mark me up?” he smirked.

“What?”

“To show that gym chick not to fuck with me, yeah?” he murmured, dragging your hand over his bare chest. “Come on, mark me up like a good little bunny. Start with my neck.”

Your eyes widened, but he tilted his head, baring his thick throat. “Come on,” he growled softly. “Bite me.”

You leaned in, sinking your teeth gently into his skin. He chuckled low. “Oh? you can do better than that. Bite harder, baby—gotta show her, hmm?”

You obeyed, a little harder this time.

“Good girl,” he groaned, voice roughening. “Now my arms. Come on, leave marks everywhere they can see. You want them to see, don’t you?”

Your lips trembled as you nodded and leaned in again. Toji just grinned, letting you claim him. He slowed his thrusts, just enough for you to breathe barely, his chest heaving, your body trembling under his. One of his big hands gripped your jaw, tilting your teary, fucked-out face up to meet his eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice low and filthy against your lips. “Next time you feel jealous, you tell me, yeah?”

You nodded weakly, barely able to keep your eyes open. he smirked, cock still buried deep inside you.

“I’ll make sure to fuck the jealousy right outta you. Every single time.”

Toji raised a brow, towel slung over his neck. “If you’re sayin’ that ‘cause you think you’re fat, ain’t takin’ you.”

You shifted on your feet, chewing your lip. “But if I just… wanna get stronger? Maybe more stamina?”

He tilted his head like he was sizing you up, then grinned. “Hmm that's nice... If you’ve got more strength, I don’t gotta hold back, y’know.”

"Tojiii... youuu!!!"

“Good girl,” he muttered, giving your ass a smack making you squeak and red as Geto chuckled.

You hugged Toji quickly, mumbling a thank you before scampering off to your room. where, unsurprisingly, Gojo had already invaded your bed. He was curled up hugging your plushie like it was a lifeline, nose buried into it.

“Satoru…?”

“Mhmm?” he cracked open one icy blue eye and grinned. “You smell like heaven. Don’t leave me ever.”

“I won't,” you laughed, sitting beside him. “Will you come help me shop for gym clothes?”

That, apparently, was the magic phrase.

“YOU’RE GOING TO THE GYM?!” he practically flew out of your bed. “I need to supervise. I’m coming.”

You shouldn’t have asked. At the store, it was a disaster. Gojo was yanking crop tops off hangers, tossing booty shorts into your arms, dramatically flinging sparkly sports bras over your head.

“Satoru!!” you hissed, holding a pair of tiny shorts like they were radioactive. “I can’t wear this to the gym!”

“Why not?” he pouted. “It’ll keep the boys away ‘cause they’ll know you’re already taken.”

“Th...that doesn't even make any sense. They’ll stare.”

“Let them!” he said proudly. “Let them die from jealousy!”

Thankfully, Geto came to the rescue, offering you a few sleek, modest and comfortable sets in earthy tones. “These look good. functional too.”

You smiled sweetly, relieved. “Thank you, suguru.”

Gojo looked betrayed. “Okay, what is this? Everyone ignoring me. I bring spice to your life and all I get is disrespect.”

Back home, Gojo plopped onto the bed while you laid out your new clothes on them. “I’m gonna miss you when you're gone,” he said, pressing his face into your thigh.

“I’ll only be gone for a few hours,” you giggled, stroking his hair.

“Exactly. Too long.”

***

The next morning, you stepped out in your brand new gym clothes, shorts hugging your hips, a tight sports bra, and a loose T-shirt thrown on top. you felt a little silly, but excited.

Geto handed you a gym bag with a smile. “Water bottle. Banana. Trail mix. Text me if you need anything.”

“Thank you…” you hugged him, touched by the thoughtfulness.

Nanami appeared, kissed your cheek gently. “Call me if anything’s off. Anything.”

Toji, who had just walked out from the kitchen munching on something, scoffed. “She’s with me, jackass.”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” Nanami deadpanned, adjusting his tie.

“Yeah, yeah.” Toji stuffed the last of the bread into his mouth. “Let’s go, doll.”

He took a helmet for you and slung an arm over your shoulders, steering you out the door. You couldn't even wave goodbye before he led you to his black bike. He handed you the helmet and straddled the seat.

“Get on,” he said. “Gotta hold tight though. Might go fast.”

You obeyed without a second thought, sliding on behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Like a fuckin’ koala,” he muttered, shaking his head fondly. “If I feel your tits pressin’ into me one more time I can't promise if I'm gonna crash us into a wall.”

“Shut up toji!!” you squeaked, as he laughed loud and revived the engine.

“Hold on, princess. Let’s go build that stamina of yours.”

***

Gym smelled like sweat and steel, music pumping through the speakers as you stepped inside with Toji beside you. Instantly, heads turned.

“Yo, toji !”

“Morning, fushiguro!”

“Spot me first, yeah?!”

He grunted a few responses, barely sparing them a glance, his hand sliding down to your lower back possessively. Everyone knew him. He was the best trainer in the gym. Big, broad and confident, the type of man people admired and secretly drooled over.

“All right, baby,” he said, tossing a towel over his shoulder. “Let’s see what that soft little body can handle.”

You swallowed hard as he started guiding you through the beginner routines. But the man couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Every “correction” involved groping, his calloused fingers brushing your inner thighs, his palm flat on your lower belly, adjusting your hips with a grip that lingered.

“Stretch, bend… yeah, like that,” he murmured behind you. You bent forward and thump.

You gasped, feeling the unmistakable pressure of his bulge nudging against your core. “Toji…” you whined, cheeks burning.

“What?” he feigned innocence, rocking his hips just slightly. “Form’s gotta be perfect, baby.”

Your knees trembled. He let out a chuckle and finally pulled back. After teasing you within an inch of sanity, he finally let you catch your breath, handing you a water bottle. “Walk on the treadmill for a while, yeah? gotta see a couple of clients.”

You nodded, slightly dazed, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your neck followed by a sharp bite.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he smirked, walking off.

You walked slowly, sweat sliding down your back as you tried to focus on the rhythm of your steps. You took a sip of water, cheeks warm. That’s when you heard someone giggling. You turned slightly and there she was.

Toned thighs, tight gym shorts, sports bra hugging a perfect figure. Her ponytail bounced as she smiled up Toji. He stood beside her, adjusting her posture, saying something too low for you to hear. She laughed again, arm brushing against his. His hands were on her hips, not in a dirty way but just there, showing her how to move, how to hold the stretch. Still, she leaned in too much. Her fingers brushed his bicep under the pretense of balance. Her eyes didn’t leave his mouth when he spoke.

You knew it was part of his job but it stung. Hard. You looked away. Swallowed and then looked again. And that was it.

“Tojiii,” you called, loud enough to carry. His head snapped to you instantly.

“Yeah, doll?” he jogged over, concern furrowing his brows. “You okay? Tired?”

You shook your head quickly. “I wanna go home.”

He blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Doll, … I work here, yeah? Got that girl to train—she’s one of my regular clients. And those two too—” he nodded toward a couple of girls lifting weights across the floor. You nodded slowly, eyes flicking back to the girl who was still watching him.

“I’ll book ya a cab, hmm?” he said gently, pulling his phone out. “Call me when you get back.”

You stepped back and reached for your towel from his hands. “I don’t need a cab. I’ll call suguru.”

His brows drew together slightly. “Huh? wait—”

But you’d already turned, walking toward your bag without looking back. Outside, the cool air stung your skin. You dialed Geto with shaky fingers.

“Honey?” he answered on the first ring. “Done already?”

“Suguu… can you pick me up?”

He was there in ten minutes. You didn’t say a word, just climbed into the passenger seat and pulled your knees up to your chest. He didn’t press. But when he glanced over at the red in your eyes, his jaw tightened. He drove you home in silence, hand resting protectively on your knee. He dropped you home, a kiss to your cheeks then drove off to work.

***

You didn’t have class today. And yet the whole day felt heavier than usual. You tried to read, tried to write, maybe even clean your room but your thoughts kept spiraling back to the image of that girl at the gym. He let her touch him. Let her press up close, even if it was all part of the damn job. You hated that it mattered so much. Hated that he was still at the gym right now. Still surrounded by girls like that.

Eventually, the weight of it made you curl into bed and sleep the day away, your chest tight and mind restless. Evening came. The apartment door clicked open. You stirred only when you heard the shower running. You moved to the couch with the plushie Gojo bought you once. A few minutes later, warm arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you gently from the couch into a lap that was all peace and safety.

Nanami smelled like cedarwood and clean skin. His damp hair brushed your cheek as he kissed your temple. "How was your day, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and smooth.

“I… just slept,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, voice barely audible.

He tilted your chin with two fingers. “All day?”

You nodded up at him. "Yeah..."

He hummed. “And how was the gym?”

Your face faltered before you could stop it. Your eyes dropped. You hated that he noticed it instantly.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing," you whispered too fast, trying to turn away.

His voice turned firm. “What happened?”

“I-it's nothing serious—really.”

“Did Toji do something to you?”

Your head snapped up, panic flashing. “No! no, nothing like that—he didn’t—he didn’t do anything.”

Nanami narrowed his eyes slightly. “Then talk to me. What is it?”

You exhaled shakily and looked down again. And then, in a quiet, hesitant voice, you finally let it spill.

“It’s just… at the gym… when toji left me to go train someone else, there was this girl, she was really pretty and she kept touching him and smiling at him and… I know it’s his job but… I felt… so stupid.”

Your voice broke a little as you reached the end, cheeks flushed with shame. Nanami didn’t speak for a second. he just tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple again.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “He’s a trainer. That’s what he does. It's nothing to worry about.” he smiled.

You nodded reluctantly. “But she was touching him. On the arms. And her laugh was like… flirty. She likes toji. I know it.”

He raised a brow. "Oh? she likes him?"

You nodded, like complaining.

“And who does toji love?”

Your lips parted. "Wh-what?"

"I asked who does toji and all of us love, hmm?"

You blinked, dumbfounded. “…Me?”

“Exactly.”

He kissed your cheek, your jaw, then lower, down your neck. “You're our girl, yeah?” he whispered, breath warm.

You giggled softly, heat rushing to your chest. His hands moved up under your shirt. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, thumbing your nipple. “My pretty girl getting all upset over this… adorable.”

Before you could respond, the front door opened.

"I'm home," came Geto's familiar voice from the hallway.

You froze in Nanami’s lap as Geto stepped into the living room, a little strand of his hair damp from sweat. His eyes landed on you, then narrowed slightly when he saw where you were.

“Well, well,” he drawled, walking over and crouching beside the couch. “I don’t get this greeting?” he leaned in and kissed your lips gently, fingers brushing your knee. “How was the gym, baby?”

You flinched slightly, eyes darting to Nanami. He chuckled when you gave him a pleading look—please don’t tell him. Nanami raised his brow. “Should I not say?”

You shook your head so fast it was almost embarrassing. “Nooo...!”

Geto's brows pulled together as he looked between you and Nanami. “Okay, what'd I miss?”

A quiet laugh escaped Nanami as he shook his head. “She's been sulking all day,” he said, “ranting to me about this girl at the gym who was looking at toji.”

“Nanamin!”

The realization dawned on Geto almost immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Ohh,” he hummed. “You were jealous, baby?” he teased, tilting his head. “Over toji?”

“I-I wasn’t! I mean—no!”

Nanami leaned in, his palm resting on your thigh again. “Oh, you should’ve seen her. Face all scrunched up the whole time.”

Geto’s hands joined his, trailing up your other leg. “You poor baby,” he murmured. “Did he stretch her out too? like he do to you before he fucks you dumb?”

Your mouth fell open, mortified. “S-stop! You two are being mean…”

They both leaned in, trapping you in the heat of their bodies. “You like when we’re mean,” Geto said softly, licking your pulse point.

“I’m not jealous,” you stammered, pushing at their chests feebly.

“Oh?” Nanami smirked. “Then why are you shaking like that, hmm?”

“I-I’m not!”

“I think you are,” Geto grinned at you. “Should we call toji, tell him how you’re acting like a brat over him?”

“Noooo! you can't...” you squeaked, face burning. You shoved them both lightly and scrambled off Nanami’s lap, your heart thumping. “I’m not jealous!” you insisted, running toward your room and slamming the door shut behind you. You could hear their soft laughs echo behind the door.

“She’s definitely jealous,” Nanami said.

“Agree, agree.” Geto replied.

And you were behind the door, cheeks on fire and your heart thumping like crazy.

***

Toji came home a little later than usual, sweat clinging to his skin, hair a little damp, gym bag slung over his shoulder. You didn’t greet him like you normally did. Didn’t even look up from the couch when he walked past. Not a smile, not a “welcome home.” Just silence.

He noticed. Ohh, he definitely noticed.

The first time he passed you, he let it slide. Maybe you were tired. Maybe you didn’t hear him. The second time, when he tossed his bag on the chair and asked, “You eat anything yet?”, and you just mumbled a “yeah” without even turning your head, his jaw ticked. When you pulled away from his touch later saying you were “not in the mood” he snapped.

And the next thing you knew, Toji’s hand was gripping your wrist as he dragged you inside your room, slamming it shut behind him.

“The fuck is wrong with you today?” he barked, pushing you gently but firmly toward the bed. “Been giving me this cold-ass shoulder since morning.”

You swallowed hard, eyes wide.

“Didn’t call when you got home,” he said, voice rising. “Didn’t reply to a single fuckin’ text. Didn’t pick up any of my calls. You just walked out the gym and vanished. And now you’re actin’ like I did something?”

“Toji, I—”

“No, you don’t get to shut me out like this without telling me what the fuck is wrong.” He stepped closer, hands on either side of your waist, pinning you in place. His eyes scanned your face, furious but confused, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling too fast.

Your lower lip trembled, eyes getting wet. “You’re scaring me…”

Toji froze when he saw your face changes. “Shit. No, No—fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair, stepping back. “Don’t—don’t cry. Fuck, don’t do that. Didn’t mean to yell. Shit. I didn’t even do anything, why are you crying like that?”

“You’re.... so mean,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I hate you.”

You pushed at his chest with both hands, stumbling out of his grip, hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Before he could react, you ran straight to the living room, where Nanami was reading on the couch. You threw yourself into his arms, sobbing into his chest. He held you without question, his arms secure around your waist, hand soothing your back.

Toji came after you, of course. Stopping at the hallway, panting, looking genuinely wrecked.

“The fuck happened to her?” he demanded, eyes narrowing at Nanami. “She said I’m mean. What did I even do? She’s never called me that, not even when I was bullying her cunt like—”

“Toji.” Nanami cut him off, calm but sharp. “For the love of God, don’t finish that sentence.”

Toji blinked, then rubbed his temples. “I didn’t even fuckin’ do anything…”

Geto strolled in just in time to hear the tail end of it, sipping on something cold. He glanced between the three of you and smirked.

“Toji,” he said with a chuckle, “You might wanna consider a career change if this is how it’s going.”

“What?” Toji blinked again, clearly not following. Then it clicked. “Oh.” his voice dropped into a knowing growl. “Ohhhh.....”

He started laughing, low and sharp. Cruel in how accurate it was. “That’s what this was about?” he pointed toward you. “That girl today?”

You didn’t answer, face buried in Nanami’s chest, fists clenched in his shirt.

Toji walked over with purpose. “You really got all bratty over that stuck-up cardio chick? Baby, that’s work. That ain’t fun.” He grabbed you by the waist, prying you from Nanami’s lap like you weighed nothing.

“Toji—let go!” you squealed, trying to fight him off.

“You wanna cry? fine. You can cry on my cock,” he snarled.

He carried you toward your room, ignoring your squirming, ignoring the way Geto was cackling behind him, ignoring Nanami’s slow exhale and murmured, “Toji. Don't be so hard on her.”

He dropped you on the bed, crawling over you, his big frame caging you in. You thought he was gonna fuck you mean out of anger. Instead, he pulled your shorts down and nudged your legs apart, slowly running the thick length of his cock up and down your folds not pushing in.

Your eyes widened. “Toji—”

“Shh,” he cut in, voice smooth and dark. “Let me ask you something, baby.”

His cock slid through your slick folds again, dragging right over your clit. You gasped, trying to close your thighs but his hand pushed them back open. “Want me to put it in?”

You swallowed thickly, face burning, unable to speak. He chuckled, slow and mean. “Just the tip, yeah? That’ll shut your jealous little head up?” he lined himself up and rubbed the tip right against your entrance without pushing in. “That enough to make you forget about her?”

You whimpered, hips twitching.

“No?” he murmured, kissing your throat, teasing the head of his cock at your tight entrance again, not entering. “Want me to really fuck it in? want it deep, or you just want the tip like a good little slut?”

You squirmed, unable to form any words, shaking your head.

“Don’t want the tip?” he smirked, hand sliding under your shirt, palming your tits. “Then what do you want, baby? want me to fuck it in deep and ruin that jealous little cunt so you remember who you belong to?”

“I—I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” he cooed mockingly. “Sorry for what, sweetheart?" he slides his cock up your folds teasing.

"Sorry for saying you hate me?" another grind.

"Or sorry for not calling?" he rolls his hips again.

"Or sorry for being a pouty, bratty, little thing?”

“…All of it…” you whispered, breath hitching.

Toji’s eyes softened just for a second. Then he shoved the tip in. Just barely. Enough to make you jolt and moan. He groaned. “Tight little hole. Fuck, missed this cock, huh?”

You nodded desperately. “Please—Toji…”

He smirked, sliding in just another inch. “Gonna take it back now? that thing you said earlier?”

Your heart stuttered. “I—I didn’t mean it—” another push. “I don’t hate you—!”

“Then what do you feel, huh?”

“I—” you choked out, tears spilling again, “I love you—I love you, Toji, please—!”

He chuckled, finally burying himself all the way in one slow, punishing thrust. “Yeah. that’s my girl,” he whispered. “Now tell me… who’s my good baby?”

“Ahhh.... me,” you gasped.

He pulled out slowly and slammed back in. “Say it again.”

“Me—!”

“Who’s the one who gets all my love and kisses?”

“Me—!”

“Who’s the little thing bouncing on my cock every night?”

You sobbed, head spinning. “That's—!”

He smirked, licking a stripe up your cheek like a reward. “That’s what I thought.”

And just like that, he grabbed your hips and started fucking you for real. Deep, slow thrusts, each one sealing every filthy word inside you. Toji grinned down at you, his cock still twitching inside, his body hot and heavy as he leaned in, voice smug and low against your cheek.

“Jealous little bunny, huh?” he murmured, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. “Gets all possessive for me? Hmm? Love me that much?”

You nodded furiously, lips parted, breath shaky.

“Oh? Thought you hated me?” he teased, voice dipping as he nipped at your throat. “Didn’t you say that, huh?”

“S-so… sorry,” you whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. “Won’t say it again… I– I love you…”

He hummed, pleased, his cock grinding just a little deeper. “Is that so?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Then… wanna mark me up?” he smirked.

“What?”

“To show that gym chick not to fuck with me, yeah?” he murmured, dragging your hand over his bare chest. “Come on, mark me up like a good little bunny. Start with my neck.”

Your eyes widened, but he tilted his head, baring his thick throat. “Come on,” he growled softly. “Bite me.”

You leaned in, sinking your teeth gently into his skin. He chuckled low. “Oh? you can do better than that. Bite harder, baby—gotta show her, hmm?”

You obeyed, a little harder this time.

“Good girl,” he groaned, voice roughening. “Now my arms. Come on, leave marks everywhere they can see. You want them to see, don’t you?”

Your lips trembled as you nodded and leaned in again. Toji just grinned, letting you claim him. He slowed his thrusts, just enough for you to breathe barely, his chest heaving, your body trembling under his. One of his big hands gripped your jaw, tilting your teary, fucked-out face up to meet his eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice low and filthy against your lips. “Next time you feel jealous, you tell me, yeah?”

You nodded weakly, barely able to keep your eyes open. he smirked, cock still buried deep inside you.

“I’ll make sure to fuck the jealousy right outta you. Every single time.”