Behind that door housed the sounds of you getting ready. He could hear you sing along to the music you were playing, supplemented by the noises of your makeup being picked up and put down. His hands were pressed flat against one another and wedged between anxious (and eager) thighs.

He eagerly listened to the pit pats of your feet as you pulled up your skirt. Yuta was taking you out on a date, and knew you had plans to wear something short as it was quite hot in Japan. Although wearing those kinds of outfits made him nervous, he'd never stop you from wearing what you wanted.

To him, you were the most attractive woman in the world. Considering all the curses he's forced to meet, you were the sun that cleared his clouds. But your beauty made him nervous, as every thought he has of you being out on your own would make his mind wander terribly.

"I'm ready!"

His head lifted, eyes perked up and wide as the smell of your perfume came front and center at his sense. You were dressed comfortably in a flattering crop top, with a short denim skirt and white trainers. You did your makeup and hair to your usual preference and a wide smile decorated your lips.

You gifted him a cheeky wink, "lets go!"

You could feel Yuta's aura. It was... peculiar. Although he gave you smiles whenever you looked at him, his eyes were distant, and so was his head. His hand was tighter than usual around yours, but he wasn't quite as guarded.

Unknown to you, Yuta's feelings were going through war. His anxiety ran rampant up from the thought of everyone seeing just a sliver of your ass. One thing about Yuta: he couldn't stand when men looked at what is his. He'd glare at any man who even glanced at you by happenstance. However...

As he walked behind you, the idea to see your ass outside was exhilarating. It already looked delectable in your skirt, but the idea of you just bending over to see your clothed treasures was enough to send him into heat. A bulge made home in the tent of his pants, and Yuta remained crimson in the face.

But the very moment you bent over slightly from dropping a gum wrapper, Yuta bit his tongue. The hem of a black pair of shorts made its presence known, and practically mocked the aroused sorcerer. Although his heart was relieved, the bulge in his pants twitched in slight annoyance.

He anticipated to see these lacy panties, or a thong that disappears between the crevice of your cheeks. Despite his previous nerves, he hungered for the teasing power of your itty bitty skirt. He was beside himself, feeling embarrassed that he was having such thoughts as you two were being seated at the restaurant.

"You're so red, babe," your words were soaked with worry. You quickly take the pitcher and pour him a cup of cold water. Sliding the glass over, you huff at him, "please drink some water."

Later on, the two of you found yourself in a small shopping area. Yuta would never say no to you, and you lead the way to browse in all the shops. Between boutiques, Yuta tried to make the most of the fresh air. His boner would not relent, and he didn't know how to calm it down. So long as you were present, his libido would not tame.

"Let's go in here-- I heard they have new skirts in stock!"

Your boyfriend followed you promptly, always remaining by your side or near you as your excitedly picked out a few pieces. Looking over at your tall boyfriend, you transfer the stack into his arms and force him to follow you towards the changing room.

"Don't feel rushed, peach," Yuta hums as he places the clothing on the bench in your selected changing room. This boutique was very laxed as there wasn't a worker or guard assigned at the changing rooms. So Yuta being able to join you in the changing room is always fun. "Try on everything you'd like."

"You're too sweet on me," you say happily, cupping his cheeks with your hands to press a kiss on his lips. You pick up a few of the skirts you picked out to fix them onto the hooks on the wall.

As you did, Yuta helped himself to the free side of the bench, stretching his long legs after the good deal of walking you two have done. But the moment his azure eyes were met with your ass, he knew he was done for. He watches your delicate hands make its way to the hem of your skirt. Lifting it up for more access, you wedge your thumbs between your hips and the shorts that Yuta had long villainized.

Yuta desperately covers his mouth, trying his best not to let out a moan. But your mindless actions were worsening the state of his cock. He dared not make a sound and stop you from discarding those damned shorts. They finally slid down and dropped to your ankles, revealing your black, lacy thong. Once you put your fingers between your ass and your thong to pull it out a bit, Yuta couldn't contain himself.

"y/n," he begins quietly, "can I ask a favor?"

"Anything," you reply sweetly.

You felt large hands attach themselves to your ass, with his thumb dragging your thong out of your ass, and to the side. His sudden, amorous actions shot pangs of heat to your flower, knowing what was gonna happen next. With how small the changing room was, you were able to lean comfortably against the wall before you.

A cold tongue introduces itself to your warm flaps, lapping at the small pool of juice he caused. You press your forehead, too, against the wall, trying to keep still from the excitement. You two rarely did risqué things like this, as Yuta was always sharp and too socially conscious. But you guess he finally cracked.

"a-ah... babe..." raspy moans slip out. But you couldn't help yourself. The way the tip of his tongue circled around your clit. The way you felt his lips purse to suck your cunt. His hot breaths were tantalizing, wanting more of him. "please...!" Your breath hitches.

"please try and keep quiet, my love," Yuta warns in a whisper. His fingers dent into your cheeks and hips, his lips leaving sloppy kisses on your ass and around your flower. "i know this isn't the place or time but... you and these damn shorts.."

"eh...?" You whisper, slightly looking back before you arch your back when Yuta dragged his tongue against your bud. Your warm honey slowly seeped out as Yuta drank every drop as if it was expensive wine. The wet sounds of him eating you out kept bringing you closer and closer to your climax. "lovey, m'so close... please..."

"mm, you taste so good, pretty girl," he groans against your folds. "stay still for me." He lets you go, allowing you to look over at the mirror to get a good look at your boyfriend. Yuta, ever the silly man, scrambles to loosen his belt buckle and zip down his pants. His stiff cock flings itself out, earning a grunt from a very horny Yuta.

Finding his place back on your ass, he pulls your thong to the side. In moments, he guides you down to sit right on his cock. The both of you let out a throaty sigh of relief, your back pressing comfortably against his solid torso. The hard shaft filled you up lovingly, feeling your warm walls hug him desperately. His shaky sighs tickled your neck, but you cupped your hands to ensure that not a sound left your saliva-coated lips.

"are you ready?" Yuta whispers in your ear. You nod, watching as his hands hold you from underneath your thighs. With a firm grip, Yuta begins to lift you up and drop you down on his cock. It took him quite a lot of strength, but fucking you was a necessity for him at this time. Your eyes looked over at the mirror, watching Yuta's side profile as he focused on fucking you.

His mouth was open, lips agape and in awe at the feeling of your cunt taking his cock. Veins protrude from his neck, with beads of sweat beginning to form. His usually neat hair was now messy, as the movement made his body jump lightly. But you noticed his dark azure eyes remain glued to your ass, the hunger evident in his irises.

Realizing this, you wanted to spoil him and give him a treat. That desire was also coated with selfishness, as you wanted to see his face when you bounced on his cock. "b-baby, let me..." you struggled to let out, your hands finding their way to his forearms. Yuta stops, leaning forward to meet your gaze.

"peach?" His innocent tone in your nickname shot an arrow through your heart.

He (painfully) lets you go as you adjust yourself a bit on his lap. You lean more into the wall, your palms pressed firmly against it. Without another minute wasted, you begin to grind down on your boyfriends cock.

Yuta was in ecstasy. "-sh-shit... fuck...!" His nails dug into the bench, his head thrown back in pleasure. You kept your eyes glued to the mirror, eating up the sight of your horny boyfriend in pure bliss. His own eyes try to stay on your ass. The way it bounced on his member, the jiggles and waves on the roundness of your bum. "you're so sexy, so --perfect..."

You speed up, forcing Yuta to grab and bite down on the collar of his usual white shirt. His teeth gritted down on the fabric that separated them, attempting (and failing) to keep himself from finishing. His cock slid in and out of you, his tip softly dragging along your entrance. It twitched and curved reverently between your walls, teasing your g-spot with every bounce.

"shit, shit-- y/n!" His delayed hands grab your ass, squeezing down tightly as his warm load fills you. You sit down on his cock, your back meeting his torso once again as you finish moments after him. The two of you attempt to repress your heavy, relieved breaths as Yuta's hands lovingly rub along your thighs.

"baby..." you struggle between breaths, "what got into ya? You'd never... take me in a place like this."

Yuta's face was flushed, and he stubbornly looks away from the mirror. "I will buy you everything you want from this store if you promise to stop wearing those stupid shorts under your skirt. At least, when we are out together."

When they first meet Toji, they thought he was a chill dude that happened to be a hot dad. Both of them knew where Megumi got his looks from. Their first impression of him was he wasn't so bad. They also met Toji on accident when they went to see Megumi at him and Reader's home. Toji answered the door in only a grey tank top and black sweats. Yuuji and Nobara were like "who is this hot dude at Fushiguro's house?!" Then Megumi pops up behind Toji before shoving him to the side to make way for his friends to come in.

But there were bits and pieces they picked on that knew he was different. Yuuji's main one was seeing how muscular Toji's body is when he saw him training in the courtyard when Megumi told him to come over to his house before they go into the city for a mission. Nobara's was Reader's vague and subtle statements that hinted at Toji's fighting abilities. But, like Megumi, they heard the through the grape vine about Toji's epithet but both couldn't see it because Toji never presents himself as intimidating around them.

It wasn't until they saw Megumi get single handedly cooked by Toji without breaking a sweat. That's when they knew Toji was the real deal. Then with the whole reveal Reader did about Toji's involvement in the star plasma vessel incident, it pretty much solidified Toji's deserving title. Especially when they found out how Toji defeated Suguru and Satoru, even killing Gojo at one point. Their special grade teachers, noted to be the strongest in Jujutsu society, were beaten by a man who possessed no curse energy nor technique.

Their reaction were both awe and shock. They weren't necessarily afraid of Toji. Mostly because that's Megumi's dad and Reader's husband, and by the looks of their family life Toji isn't abusive or evil towards them. In fact, they could tell that Toji was very present in Megumi's life, considering their constant banter and bickering. Additionally, Reader is like Toji's handler. So if he does try something, she'll get the spray bottle and spray it in his direction. And they KNOW Toji never talks back to Reader.

Anyways, they were shocked because they didn't know that Toji was capable of doing any of that. That and for an absolute unit of a man to be Megumi's father is surprising because him and Megumi act completely different to each other. The only thing they saw in common was their flat expressions and occasional grumpiness. They were in awe as well because he is powerful in his own right to be able to take down sorcerers with minimum scars.

They were mostly just shocked because he seems like a chill DILF who loves his wife and kids, not a person that killed people for sport. But when they heard everything that Toji's done in the past, Yuuji and Nobara just said "Okay, I can see that now. That makes sense." They are aware that Toji isn't purposely being deceptive towards them and what he did was in the past. They mostly just roast Megumi every now and then about being related to Toji. But not all the time out of respect for Megumi since Toji is his father and that's his family business.

Nobara: Still can't believe Fushiguro has a dad like that! Toji-san is super human and Fushiguro is. . . well, Fushiguro. . .

Yuuji: Kugisaki! We can't say that about Fushiguro-kun like that! But then again, Toji-san did bag (L/N)-Sensei so maybe he got rizz.

Nobara: If you think Fushiguro got rizz for being an blunt anti-social person, you must be smooth brain, Itadori!