“How about you race me to Coast Clear?’’ He grinned, showing all his teeth. And then, because he knew how to get the point across, he peered over the rim of those stupidly expensive glasses as he challenged.
“Is this related to the clan thing?’’
“Don’t be silly. Why would I care about those?’’
“Because you’re looking at me with something I can’t name.’’
The teen stared at him, waiting for an answer.
Gojo revelled in the stretching silence.
When he slammed the gas pedal, something in his body ignited along with the motor of his Chevrolet.
Megumi’s car swerved abruptly, dodging a bystander by a miracle, before he sped up.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I was a little indecisive with this skin, so I made a few different add ons that you can choose to copy onto the end of the main code. The Read Me file has the details but:
site skin code REQUIRED is the skin pictured above
icons recolours changes the fic icons to match the colours of the skin
new line per tag type is like single-spaced Byline
replace icons with text is what I did in the NY Times skin to remove the status icons
tag background colours puts each tag into its own "box" with a background colour and the colours change for each type of tag
tag text colours changes the colour of the tag text depending on the type of the tag but that's it
All of this code and the Read Me instructions for how to use it are available on my github.
‘’Do you think she’s sleepy enough? Or this is the ‘’yawns, begs to turn off the light, but will kick you until we watch a movie’’ type of sleepy?’’ His mate asks in a hushed tone.
Megumi isn’t sure either, fighting off the sleep and the need to nuzzle both Satoru and their pup.
‘’I don’t know, but I have to wake up early tomorrow. There’s a mission briefing.’’
‘’Stop taking them,’’ Satoru uses his alpha voice and Megumi shivers. Usually, he prefers the stern teacher tone.
‘’Why?’’ The omega is confused.
Satoru pins him down with his gaze, gluing him to the wall and drops his head to nuzzle his scent gland. Megumi sighs pleasantly, releasing pheromones, purring when their scents mingle.
‘’Baby, you’re not aware, are you?’’ The albino asks sweetly.
‘’Aware of what?’’ He’s starting to get irritated. The urge to purr stops.
‘’Your scent changed,’’ Satoru husks against his neck, placing a hand on his womb and Megumi’s knees turn to jelly. ‘’You’re pregnant again.’’
‘’What? That can’t be.’’
The alpha lifts his head and their eyes meet.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Also because I love my megumi approaches gojo about his crush first agenda
We shouldn't be doing this <- gojo
Then tell me to stop (because I'll listen, of course I'll listen to you) <- megumi
Yes!!! Gojo and his thin veil of resistance, already panting into his mouth, half his blindfold off so he’s looking right into Megumi’s eyes while he makes a pitiful attempt at putting a stop to this. He’s a teacher. Megumi’s guardian. This is so so wrong. (He doesn’t care, not really, but he likes to pretend he does.)
[This started off as a totally normal response and slowly turned into a little micro fic below the cut, so, enjoy I guess 😘]
Megumi and his persistence not to fail, his willingness to please, still grinding down against Gojo’s more than obvious hard on, because he knows his restraint is a facade and all it will take is those words to break him. That he won’t tell him to stop, because he wants this just as, if not more than Megumi does. All Megumi really wants, is to see Gojo let go of that, to go all out with him— maybe even to punish him for it as his student. Use that strength to show him what he deserves for spilling his selfish and dirty teenage thoughts all over his pure and untouchable sensei.
“You’re the adult, aren’t you?”
Megumi smirks as he looms over him, staring right into wide crystal eyes that flicker with hesitation, even a sense of panic dwells beneath their surface. Copper sulfate drowning behind thick and impenetrable glass. Like he knows. Knows that either way he answers, there’s really no going back. He’s already kissed him, and despite himself, Gojo had eagerly reciprocated before his brain caught up to him.
“You could, stop me that is, I know you could. Pin me against the floor before I even realized what was happening, knock me out with the flick of your wrist— oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Megumi,” Gojo whimpers, but he doesn’t say it. Not even as his eyes seal shut, shoulders shrinking as they draw up, pressing Megumi more against him. Almost like his body is working to be the foil to his mind, experimentally searching for more and pressing his hips to Megumi’s.
Like that he can feel just how badly he wants this, hard and throbbing against his thigh, leaving absolutely no doubt in Megumi’s mind that he’s not saying no.
Maybe, more drastic measures are needed.
“Last chance,” Megumi breathes, sliding sweaty hands down his chest, holding steady eye contact the entire time before reaching for where his slacks are fastened. Gojo’s breath hitches, and in it there’s a little hint of refusal, his large hand coming up to grab Megumi’s bony wrist— but it’s a far cry from what he knows he’s capable of, a grip that Megumi could rip out of so easily it makes him scoff.
“I— we shouldn’t, someone could hear us,” Gojo finally breaks his silence, tendons in his neck straining like his hushed voice as he peers down at where Megumi is slowly pulling him out. He doesn’t move though, doesn’t actually want to stop, and his only real concern is that someone could possibly hear them?
“Then I guess you better be quiet for once,” Megumi lets the corner of his mouth hitch up as he speaks over his breath teasingly, taking his length in hand and pumping it a few times, already feeling saliva build up in his mouth at the idea of what he’s about to do. Gojo whines at the touch, eyes widening and back arching almost imperceptibly, but it’s enough for Megumi to know he’s got him, literally in the palm of his hand.
That power thrums through Megumi out to his fingertips, resting heavy on his tongue as he prepares his next words— what he knows will be the final nail in the coffin for the older man. He watches Gojo squirm, eyes locking on his as he licks a slow stripe up the underside of him, following the thick blue vein that leads to the tip.
Almost like he can’t help himself, Gojo moans, bucking up into Megumi’s fist, all his restraint collapsing into the tatami mat below.
‘’What are you doing here?’’ Gojo asked. What would be the odds of a human teen tracking him? Null. Zero. Maybe 0000.1 percent.
‘’I should ask the same thing. Are you stalking me?’’
Gojo’s jaw clenched so hard he heard a crack.
‘’I.live.here,’’ he gritted out.
‘’Why?’’ The teen stared at him.
‘’What do you mean why? Everyone needs a place to live. Who in their right mind would want to be homeless?’’
That was it. The moment he dreaded. He was going to snap. Also, he forgot to call Ken back. Hopefully, the poor cow won’t try to sue the station. And if she does, it’s Chief’s problem.
‘’But why here?’’ Megumi questioned. ‘’Don’t vampires need like a crypt or something?’’
‘’Do you know any crypt with TV, air conditioning, laundry services and Internet?’’
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Phantom touches stirred him awake. He could recognize this person’s hands even if the world ended. They were warm and steady, a constant presence at his side. Megumi blinked, but all he saw was familiar white and the color of the ceiling.
‘’What’s wrong?’’ The teen rasped, voice rough with sleep.
‘’Didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted to check if you’re okay,’’ Gojo sensei whispered, still caressing his shoulder, fingers dragging on the expanse of the raven’s back, drawing soothing patterns.
‘’ ‘m fine,’’ Megumi muttered. The touches lulled him back to sleep.
‘’I know, but I don’t like the fact that you can’t see me,’’ came the reply, followed by a long sigh. The tired kind, the one he used to breathe when he was still ‘’The strongest’’.
‘’Hey, I’m not having a blast either.’’ Megumi turned slightly, placing a hand on the older man’s shoulder blade, a grounding touch. ‘’On the bright side, it’s hard to mistake your white hair with anyone else’s. Inumaki senpai isn’t this tall and Panda senpai is more noticeable now in yellow,’’ he said, giving a wan smile. Gojo sensei smiled back. Then he bent, gluing their foreheads together, hands caging the teen between heaven and bed.
‘’Sleep tight, blessing,’’ the albino whispered before withdrawing, leaving the scent of his cologne, the heat of lingering touches. His warm breath brushed against Megumi’s lips. They could almost taste the heavy air.
And Megumi pinned on the kitchen counter of their old apartment. The alpha mounted him from behind, drizzling caramel all over the raven’s back, writing his name before bending to lick a velvety strip. Satoru moaned, followed by a possessive growl that left the omega keening.
Gojo sensei mused, pursing his lips. Megumi wanted to punch the older man, but he'd definitely miss. It’d be like a bat flapping its wings and flying into a wall.
‘’I do not, ’’ he hissed. ‘’Ugh, if only I could see you better,’’ the teen groaned, before realizing the mistake.
‘’Then put on your glasses, duh,'' stated le mentor extraordinaire like it was the most obvious thing in the world. ''I would gladly give you a pair of mine if that helped.''
The albino swung both legs over the bench, sitting down at the table, his thigh almost touching the teen's, sending warmth that shouldn't feel so warm.
An alarm went off. Danger ahead, proceed cautiously. Better yet, call for backup. Houston, we have a problem. A tall, blue-eyed, twenty-nine-year-old, extremely intelligent problem.
The hairs on the back of his nape stood up. Gojo sensei smirked, brushing a finger over them.
‘’So…’’
‘’So…’’ Megumi repeated, refusing to heat up under the older man's gaze.
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