A Well Rounded Education (3): Playing Truant (Fem!Reader x Geto Suguru, 8.5k)
series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.
chapter synopsis: geto is the face of the pta. the thirst trap, too; every single mother who sits on the association wants to get into his pants. he’s well-mannered, handsome, charming, father to two perfectly lovely twin girls - and it’s because of those twin girls that you have to interrupt a pta bake sale to have a serious conversation with him. a serious conversation that does not end up the way that you were expecting.
fushiguro megumi/f!reader
tags: no curses!au, aged up (jjk trio are early 30s), veterinarian!megumi, firefighter!yuuji, one night stands, strangers to parents to lovers, tw parenthood, tw minor age gap, light angst, a lot of talks about family trauma/absent parents, grappling with the moral implications of an oops baby, tw kota is the cutest little guy on earth
warning: while f!reader is not described with any specific physical characteristics, the child in this fic is described as having inherited all of Megumi’s attributes and none from reader! please read with that in mind, or pass over this fic if not
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8
Suguru Geto is your bully, your boss, and now your...baby daddy?
pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami
content: MDNI, angst and fluff and smut, coworker AU, rivals-to-coparents, toxic relationship dynamics, bullying, Geto and reader HATE each other (for now), unplanned pregnancy, hidden baby trope (sorta), hatefucking, piv sex, oral (m! receiving), reader is incredibly petty, descriptions of pregnancy symptoms, more tags to be added
art creds: @/Bom61487782 on x for suguru + @/Neconi_o0 for nanami I believe !!
chapter index
plucked | branching out | broken twigs | picking petals
thorns | deadheading | weeds | ripping out the roots
yours, mine, his | briar | in bloom | trimming
drenched | shovel | overgrown garden | cut down
new seeds | rot | sprout | blossom
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I have so much love and respect for women who are honest about their own loneliness but also find the good in it like when audrey hepburn said “I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel” and when charlotte bronte said “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself” and when jenny slate said “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am. But that’s why I want to do comedy, and why I want to connect with people. You can use that ribbon to be a part of a finer tapestry, or you can choke yourself out with it! Your choice!” and when mary oliver said “whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things”
It’s a perfect collision, the heel of your palm against his pretty cheek; the sound is brutally clean. A crack of a whip; a rifle shot. Usami’s head whips to the side almost cartoonishly hard from the force of your strike, and he huffs a little as air is forced out his lungs.
Usami fails to see what it is about you that has captured Lieutenant Tsurumi’s favour and which gets you invited to an outing exclusive to his inner circle. You are obviously nothing special or memorable. Aren’t you?
toji and his new gf talking about sex, and she mentions that she’s never enjoyed sex because she’s never gotten very wet before, and he’s cool with that, just jokes about getting a gallon of lube to help
but the night you both are about to have sex, you try to stop him, saying you feel really wet and sticky and that your period might’ve started. he’s in the middle of telling you he’ll change the sheets after and not to worry about it, trying to soothe you.
however, you both are shocked into silence at the wet sound of the fabric being pulled from your cunt and at the thick, sticky strands of your slick clinging to your panties. you are fucking soaked.
“fuck. fuuck…y’really like me, don’t ya? dripping all over the bed, mama, you’re s’ damn wet, baby, oh my god.”
the poor man isn’t even teasing, he’s genuinely in awe at how messy he’s got you just from some kisses and touches, and without any warning, he’s pressing his face against your pussy, hungrily lapping up all your juices like a man starved. he’s the first to get you this soaking wet, so of course he’s going to taste his reward
ଳ in which SUO hayato loves making you wait. 18+ mdni.
⤷ cw: pussy rubbing; teasing.
his cock was heavy and hot as it pressed right against your soaked cunt, every twitch a cruel reminder of what he was denying you. instinct pulled at you, to shift your hips, seeking, aching, just trying to catch a little more of him, the barest amount of relief—
but hayato didn't move.
instead, a measured exhale left him, smooth and half-amused, as though your desperation was as entertaining as it was embarrassing for you. his cock dragged lazily through the mess he'd coaxed from you, smearing wet along the seam of your folds, nudging, teasing, tracing the aching swell of your pussy lips, but never sinking in,
"it wouldn't be fair, would it?" he murmured, voice dipped in polite fondness, a cooing friendliness that coated a blade like a sheath. his eye drank you in: your desperate rocking, the helpless way you clawed at his shoulders as though that could force him into you.
"you're already undone like that—" he pressed in just slightly harder, enough that your walls fluttered and stretched just the lightest to take the curve of his tip, "— and i'm still perfectly fine. a bit embarrassing, don't you think, my darling girl?"
it was a lie.
hayato wasn't composed at all. his cock throbbed where it rested against you, the tip flushed, leaking, betraying him with each breath that he took, so rigid, you almost ached looking at him. the strain of holding back showed in the faint flare of his nostrils, the tautness at the edge of his jaw, tiny cracks in the mask of his control, in the sharpness at the edge of his composure.
yet, he still. didn't. move.
"please—"
his eye softened, "hmm, is that meant to sway me?”
your hips bucked again, a mindless plea, and he caught them with one hand, stilling you with a soft push down. leaning in, his lips ghosted along your cheek, giving you only the warmth of his breath where you wanted his mouth most.
"no," he hummed, almost tender, "not yet."
then he rolled his hips once, slow, grinding the length of his cock through your slick folds; his head caught against you, drawing it back and forth over your clit until sparks shot up your spine.
"i'm dying for it," hayato's voice was airy, fraying, betraying the strain with each syllable, "but that's the difference between us. i can wait. can you?"