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For Extra Credit You Can Hit!!

Synopsis: Toji, the TA, won't bump up your latest essay a couple marks, not with just some begging at least, so you try a different method:

good ol' pussy persuasion

Warnings: toji art by @/youKa.i on insta, smut, porn with a lil plot, nerd!toji, a couple years older than reader but both students, reader harasses him but don't save him he's right where he wants to be, some comedy aspect, college au, non curse au, f!reader, blowjob under the desk, unethical behaviour, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, briefest choking, sex against the window, pússy inspection, belly bulging, overstimulation, spitting, a little fisting I guess or almost, Toji's poor so this is canon compliant jkjk, creampie and unprotected sex, brief pussyjob, size kink/difference, hidden sex, not proofread Word Count: 10.7k

“For the last time,” he drawls, “I’m not bumping you up a grade.”

You groan, pushing your legs to catch up to him faster.

“Come on, I need this. I’m not asking you to break the rules. All I want is for you to reread my essay and find extra marks, which you will!”

Toji Fushiguro is a tough nut to crack, though he doesn’t look it — one glance at him and one would think he’s a laidback TA. He’s the exact opposite; he takes his job a little too seriously. 

For days now, you’d been hounding him, pleading with him and degrading yourself all for him to ‘remark’ your last paper and ‘coincidentally’ find a few extra marks that would push you to the top performing spot you’d been eyeing since forever. Each time you rushed into his office, waited for him after his classes, and followed him to his apartment, he’d shrugged you off with the same ‘I don’t get paid enough for this’ look in his eyes. 

Rounding the corner, his long legs making no accommodations for your shorter ones, he says, “No. If you wanted better results, you should have put in a better performance. Surely you’re smart enough to work out that that’s how life works.”

Hands grab his arm, yanking back with all your strength only to be dragged along with him and his burly body. Your heels scrape along the floor. People stare. You don’t care. “Don’t be an asshole. You know my essay was good. It was really good. Just give it a read. A proper one, and not the rushed job you do because you’re overworked and underpaid.”

He stops.

Your face bumps into this back, forehead nearly bruised by the hardness. 

His brows rise above his glasses as he fixes you a look. “Kid, your essay was good — decent introduction, clear structure, sufficient evidence — but it’s not good enough for the extra marks to push you into the top band. Your closing argument fell flat ‘cause of your wishy-washy writing style, you didn’t adequately humour the counter arguments and undermine them to strengthen your thesis, and, worst of all, you misspelt ‘complement.’”

A frown graces your features. 

“No, I didn’t. C. O. M. P. L. I. M—”

“No. With an I, it’s to flatter someone. With an E, it’s to enhance, pair well, or complete another thing.” Toji explains rather robotically, eyes still dead and voice monotone. “For example, if I said you’re a pretty girl, that’s a compliment. And if I said, your essay goes well with the trashcan over there, that’s a statement that suggests the two complement each other. See the difference?”

He’s already stalking off again, hands in his pockets, huge stature unwilling to accommodate the people walking down the hallway. 

You break into a jog, panting embarrassingly by the time you reach him. “Dude, we’ve known each other for three years. We’ve gone through a lot together. We’re basically friends. Can’t you do your best pal a solid?”

Toji glances down at you. He pushes a door open, holding it a second longer than he needed to. You follow behind him. Somewhat amused, he replies, “We know each other because we’re on the same course, not by choice. And I don’t know what you mean by the whole ‘we’ve gone through a lot together’ thing — the most dramatic thing we’ve faced is when the projector didn’t work and we had to go into a different hall. And we’re definitely not friends.”

Well, fuck, you’re running out of rope. 

“Then, let’s officially be friends,” you offer, elbowing him gently. “If you ever need help, buddy, I’ll always have your back.” Then, in an act of complete desperation, you begin shakily singing, “You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got a friend in me. When the road looks tough ahead—”

A heavy hand shoves you away by your head. You stumble into a bulletin board.

“Enough,” he gruffs. “My day’s already fucked because the prof lost his papers and wants to blame me. I don’t need to lose my hearing on top of that.”

Your head flits around. “Did you guys see that?” People give you weird looks. “He just shoved me. The TA just shoved me. We need to protest his violent behaviour by demanding he remarks our papers. Who’s with me?”

Everyone walks past without another look at you.

Toji, on the other hand, lifts his glasses and runs a hand down his face. Muttering something under his breath, he pushes a door open and holds out a hand before you can mindlessly follow. “It’s the men’s bathroom. Tell me you’re not shameless and stupid enough to come in here.”

“I’ll wait outside.”

His eye twitches. 

As though an idea comes to him, he straightens ever so slightly. “I’m gonna take a dump; you’ll be waiting a while.”

“That’s okay — I have no more classes so take your time but make sure you don’t stay sitting down longer than you need to,” you tell him, smiling innocently and standing aside to let a guy walk out, ignoring the freaked out face he makes at you. “You can get hemorrhoids."

He groans. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman.” 

That seems to be as much of you he can tolerate because he walks in without another word to you. Opposite the door, you lean against the wall, whistling and coming up with alternative lines you can pull on him. 

God, he’s so stubborn. 

It’s not like giving you the marks docks his pay or lowers the professor’s opinion of him. He’s clearly just being an ass. 

If he wasn’t such a good TA, a genuinely intelligent man, you would have gone above his head and asked for the prof’s personal assessment. But no, he has to be knowledgeable, a helpful source of information when you’re lost, someone who seems to know everything about any topic, who knows the exact pages of a textbook you should read to further your understanding, and who’s never declined a meeting for clarification on something you wrote. 

For years now, you two have had a friendship-like relationship, often sharing snacks and exchanging brief words before or after lectures and classes, despite what he says.

Everyone gets along with him, though you’ve never actually seen him hang out with friends or go to parties. Maybe he doesn’t have any. Word on the street is he works part time in a couple different places. Some say so he can afford drugs, some for tuition. 

The rumours never interested you, apart from any that mused about his love life, which seems to be nonexistent except for the many girls who hit on him. Not that you’re especially interested.

It’s just fun to be in the know.

Who knows how long has passed since he went in there. Your phone says fifteen minutes. Is that a normal amount of time for someone to be taking a dump?

Hesitantly, you push the door open and yell out, “Fushiguro? You doing okay? Is it stuck? For a couple extra marks, I’ll give you a hand.”

No one replies. 

Brows furrowing, you bend down, looking through the stalls. No feet. What the hell?

Ahead, a window is ajar. Big enough for a man to squeeze through. Well isn’t that convenient? The kind of convenient that exists only in fiction.

Aggrieved and feeling bamboozled, you stomp back to your dorm room, slamming the door, jumping face down on the bed and screaming into the pillows. You’d feel better if you knew he had a grudge on you, if you bumped into him the first day and spilled his coffee all over himself and he’d never forgotten it. Instead, he’s just like that: does things by the book, does his job well, and achieves the best grades with ease. 

Naturally, he’d become the professor’s assistant, a coveted position that seemed like it was made for him from the very beginning, and made your life a living hell because he won’t ever make concessions for you.

Sure, you shouldn’t ask him to, but it’s not like you’re asking for much. You’re generally a high performing student — punctual, hard working, ambitious — but you had one bad day which resulted in one bad essay and it lowered your average and now the internship you’d been eyeing could be snatched from your hands in a blink of an eye. 

“It’s just not fair,” you cry out to your teddy bear. “It’s three marks. Three! Would it kill him to reread my essay and find those three marks?”

Mr. Teddy stares back at you and says, “He’s a grumpy man. Don’t take it personally.”

You sit up, blinking and processing his reply.

“Teddy…you’re right. He is a grumpy man, a TA with broad shoulders, yummy arms, and thick thighs with a bubble butt, but a man nonetheless. If he won’t pull favours for me, student to student, maybe he’ll pull favours for me man to woman.”

The plushie falls to the bed as you stand, staring at yourself in the mirror and formulating a plan. 

With that you decide to seek him out the next day, sporting a new outfit and a different attitude.

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“Hi.”

“Fuck off.”

The cafeteria’s busy. It always is. It’s loud enough that most people wouldn’t even hear the exchange — chairs banging on tile, trays clattering, someone laughing too loudly at a table nearby. 

Toji’s hunched slightly over a bowl of udon noodles, chopsticks moving lazily as he slurps them down. Some sports clip plays on his phone, propped against his dented metal water bottle. Commentators yell about something you don’t understand. His sleeves are pushed up over his forearms, revealing ropey muscle and the faint silvery line of an old scar running across his wrist.

An old hoodie hangs off his shoulders over a plain white T-shirt. Distressed jeans, worn sneakers. He’s too big for the plastic chair, long legs spread under the table. When he saw you approach, his feet had hooked onto the chair legs, forcing you to fight to remove it from his clutches so you could take a seat.

So damn rude.

His glasses have fogged slightly from the steam of the noodles.

He doesn’t look up. But he knows it’s you. You can tell by the way his mouth tightens for half a second before he goes back to eating.

You snatch his phone away. His green eyes flick up, annoyed. You smile, arms pushing your breasts together so they spill over your tight top. Toji’s gaze doesn’t waver. He continues to stare at you like you’re a pest. 

“You can’t take no for an answer?” he asks though it’s not a question at all. “Might want to retake the consent course.”

Manicured fingers walk up his bare forearm before scratching down from his elbow. His skin is warm. Light dusting of hair tickling your fingertips. “Oh, Toj, have I ever told you how handsome you are? Because you really are. You’re so damn hot I can hardly focus on the lectures.”

He snorts, still eating his noodles and still refusing to look at your cleavage. “That’ll explain why you’re missing marks.”

Jaw dropping, you force yourself to recover quickly. A heeled foot brushes against his calf, sliding his jeans up. You bat your lashes, sultrily saying, “The only thing I’m missing is your cock in me, big boy.”

Toji meets your eyes again. His scarred lips twitch. “I don’t need to tell you that was bad, do I?”

You cringe, foot dropping and whole body slumping back into the chair. “Yeah, I heard it as soon as I said it.” Then you sit up, handing him his phone, and asks, “Are the noodles good? I’ve never had them.”

Phone pocketed, he shrugs. “They’re just the cheapest deal on the menu. Growing girl like you should get something more filling.”

The menu’s extensive, and the only thing sticking out to you is the chicken burger and chicken tenders meal deal. It seems to be especially popular today but you’re not sure you can finish the whole thing. 

“Hey, if I get the Meal Super Cluck Blaster, will you share it with me? I’ve got dinner plans later so I don’t want to fill up.”

That finally gets a reaction. Toji leans back a little and gives you a slow once-over. Tight top. Lacy bra peeking up. Glossy lips. More jewellery than usual. His eyebrow lifts. “That why you’re dressed like a hooker?” he asks lazily. “Hot date?”

“Nah,” you reply, waving him off. “Wore this for yo— Wait.” You lean forward, staring at him wide eyed. “Are you jealous? Are you in love with me already? Because for extra marks, I’ll cancel my dinner plans and promise myself to you for all eternity.”

Toji rolls his eyes. “Go get something to eat; you sound insane.”

You hop up. “Okay, but stay there, alright? Take my burger because I only want the tenders. Oh, and will you share a pot of cheesecake with me? I’m lactose-intolerant but I really want cheesecake right now.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He’s still here when you come back. 

As soon as you hand him the wrapped up burger, he scarfs it down the way big men do, like they haven’t eaten in days. You push him the tenders too. You’d actually gotten a double serving of everything so you have your own portion of tenders and he gets to eat another burger. There’s no way a man his size could survive on udon noodles.

“Also, let’s not act like you didn’t leave me hanging outside the men’s bathroom yesterday,” you bring up after sipping your juice. “Can’t believe you left through the bathroom window just so you could get away from me.”

“I didn’t,” he says, mouth full and adjusting his glasses. 

You frown, dipping a piece of chicken in hot honey. “No, you definitely did. I peeked and there were no feet in any of the stalls. Unless you’re telling me you can grow invisible.”

“Just lifted my legs when I heard you come in, which I knew your crazy ass would do, so I could finally leave in peace. Didn’t think it’d take you fifteen minutes though.”

A laugh escapes you. “You were waiting me out? Does that sound like the mature thing to do? Jeez, you need to act your age.”

Toji’s eyes meet yours. Your smile falters for the briefest second. “I’m not that much older than you,” he reminds you. “Only by two years.”

“And yet you call me kid or kiddo,” you retort, clearing your throat. Have his eyes always been that green and deep? And is his voice usually that husky and masculine? Because you could have sworn guys your age don’t sound like that.

He shrugs again, second burger finished in a blink of an eye. “Never hurts to remind yourself.”

“Remind yourself what?”

The legs of his chair screech as he pushes it back. He stands, picking up his tray, and answers, “Forget about it. Enjoy your dinner plans. And I’m taking the cheesecake — no one wants a gassy date.”

“Wait,” you call out before he can turn away. “My marks?”

A pat on the head ruffles your hair. 

“Still a no, kid.”

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“What if I suck your dick?”

Toji lifts his glasses to rub at his eyes. “I’ve got a ton of papers to grade for another class; I don’t have time for you.”

The door shuts behind you. His office is bare, not a single decoration littering the place, not a plant nor a picture. 

His office is exactly how you remember it — disappointingly, aggressively empty. The walls are a dull institutional beige that makes the overhead fluorescent light feel even harsher. No posters. No photos. Not even a sad little plant struggling for life in the corner.

Just a desk. A filing cabinet. Two chairs that look like they were stolen from a waiting room. It’s the kind of office someone occupies temporarily, like he expects to leave at any moment and doesn’t see the point in settling in.

Leaning against the desk anyway, your fingers drum lazily along the edge.

You’ve been here before: once to argue about a paper he’d shredded with red ink, once because you’d missed an exam and needed him to sign a form, and once because you’d sworn you heard him swearing loud enough to be heard halfway down the hallway.

You grip his shoulder, squeezing as you scan the fat stack of papers on his desk — the prof’s particular about handwritten essays. There’s so much to read through; you do not want to be him. 

“God,” you mutter, flipping through a few pages of the stack. “There’s like fifty here.”

“Seventy-two,” Toji corrects without looking up. His handwriting is sharp and aggressive, red ink slashing through entire paragraphs like he’s committing academic murder. You wince in sympathy for whoever wrote the paper currently being dismantled.

“Good thing you can multitask, can’t you? I’ll suck your dick under the desk, you grade papers, and you bump me up a grade. Easy.”

He shrugs you off, hulking body hunched over and pen scratching on the papers, leaving harsh circles and comments like, ‘what the hell does this mean?’ and ‘you can’t just say perchance.’ 

Toji gruffs, “I’m serious. Take your jokes elsewhere.”

Nah, you think to yourself. 

With a massive struggle against his weight, you yank his chair back, wheeling him a distance from the desk and clambering under before he can fill the space again. He makes some noise above you but you pay him no mind. Your hands rest on his meaty thighs through his sweatpants, marvelling at the density, at the strength you find in them. 

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” His foot nudges your knee. “Get the fuck out. I’ll cropdust you if I have to.”

You call his bluff by clutching his clothed cock. He jolts, grunting. Laughing softly, you muse, “You say all that but you have a semi already — did my proposition get you hard, Toji?”

You’re rubbing his hard on, trying not to get flustered by how big he feels, and how fat the girth is. Of course he’s big. In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have been so surprised; he’s a big man so naturally the proportions will match up. 

“Suck my dick, don’t suck my dick, it doesn’t matter,” he says, sighing and probably pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re not getting those marks.”

He thinks that’ll stave you off because he knows you’re whoring yourself out for a grade. What he doesn’t know is that your stupid little brain’s already forgotten about all of that the moment you felt his cock. Now all you can think about is how you’ll have to stretch your lips nice and wide to take him in, and even then, even when your throat is lax and loose, you won’t be able to take him to the base. 

Toji grunts again, peering down at you. “You mouthing at my dick? Did’ya not hear what I said?”

Like you’ve been possessed, you press kisses to where his tip is, humming around it. “I heard, but your dick’s saying other things to me, and I know which I prefer to listen to.”

“My dick’s not marking your paper, so get the fuck up,” he growls.

“Don’t wanna.”

“You’re fucking killing me here.”

A heavy hand bundles your hair up, pulling but you fight against it, hooking your fingers under the waistband and releasing him from the constraints. His boxers have a hole, and yet you only find it endearing. Freeing his cock so it bounces up and smacks your cheek, it leaves a wet mark on your skin. 

Tutting, he wipes away the wetness from your skin. 

Oh fuck, he really is big. 

With nothing between you and his dick, you can see him in all his glory in the partial shadow of under his desk — long, thick, flushed red, already shiny at the slit, veiny as hell, hairs at the base wild and unruly, with weighty balls to match. You’ve never seen anything better. 

Tongue out, you lick him from base to tip, prodding at his frenulum.

“Quit it,” he commands through gritted teeth. 

You moan wantonly, already addicted to the salt on his kin, to the texture of his veins, to the softness of his cockhead. “Toji, you’re so big. I don’t think this’ll fit inside me.”

The thing throbs, bobbing. A droplet oozes out and you quickly lick it up. The hand that was pulling your hair has grown slack, simply resting on the back of your head, keeping you from bumping the wood. 

Voice hoarse, he mutters, “If anyone can make it fit, it’ll be your stubborn ass.”

Your eyes meet his from under the desk, mischief sparkling in them you’re sure. His cock throbs again. “I thought you had papers to mark, Fushiguro. Maybe you should get on that, no?”

A calloused thumb presses down on your lips, shushing you. It slides down, bringing your bottom lip down with it, before releasing it so it’ll bounce back in place. That same thumb holds your jaw open, hand guiding your mouth to his tip. You know what he wants. You also know that he knows that you both know that you won this time. 

Wide as you can, you take as much of his length as possible. You don’t get much further than a third of the way, full beyond belief and overwhelmed by just how much of him there still is. Your nails dig into his thighs.

“If this is supposed to convince me to give you extra marks, then you’re failing real hard, doll,” he notes, gripping the base. “Can barely fit the head, can you?”

He’s acting like it’s your fault he’s so big. 

Challenged, you loosen your throat to take him an inch deeper. You gag around the length. Toji curses under his breath. “Careful,” he mutters. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

You ignore him in favour of shallowly bobbing, sucking and licking what you can, as though he’s a lollipop. It’s actually kinda fun.

The familiar sound of pen scratching on paper and paper rubbing on paper echoes in the relatively quiet office. Only the wet sounds of your mouth sucking his cockhead pierces the silence. 

Growing more and more used to his size, you flick your tongue around the head, letting your hands wrap around the rest of him, squeezing and tugging in time with your mouth. Occasionally, he makes a couple breathy noises — low grunts when your tongue laps up his tip, gravelly groans when you hollow your cheek to suck, and rough exhales through his nose when you grip his balls, massaging them, thumb rubbing the seam. 

It becomes easier to forget why you were here in the first place; you’re just blowing him for your own entertainment now, wanting something to occupy your throat. 

Then, he asks, as though he’s making casual conversation, “How was the date?”

“Hmm?”

Toji rolls his eyes. “The date,” he repeats. “How was it? He pay for the meal? Open doors, see you to your door, kiss you goodnight and shit?”

Your lips stretch into a smile. You release him with a pop! “I didn’t go on a date,” you tell him. “My friends hosted a housewarming party because they moved in together. I had a great time, thanks for asking.”

Is he pleased? Unaffected? Genuinely just making conversation? Hard to tell, except for the pushing of his hand, urging you back to his dick, and taking him further inside your throat, till his tip bumps the back of the gummy walls. 

“Good,” he exhales out, thighs flexing around your body. “That’s real good.”

“My blowjob skills or that I had a great time?” you ask, words muffled and barely understandable.

“Both,” he answers. “Both, doll.”

A knock on the door has you both stiffening. Toji glares down at you and whispers, “It’s the prof. Do not make a sound.”

He didn’t need to tell you that — you’re well aware that if you get caught, you’ll both face disciplinary action, and will likely be kicked out of the university. That’s worse than not getting the internship. 

The office falls quiet so suddenly you can hear the ticking of the wall clock. Toji’s hand tightens briefly against the desk as the knock comes again. “Come in,” he calls, voice steady.

The door opens before he even finishes the word.

“Ah, Fushiguro, there you are,” the professor says, stepping inside with a stack of papers tucked under one arm. “I wasn’t sure if you’d left already.”

From your position under the desk, you can only see shoes. Polished leather. Slow steps across the floor. You don’t slide his cock out of your throat, lest it makes a sloppy noise that’ll give you both away. So you breathe through your nose, being very, very quiet.

“No, I was just finishing up some grading,” Toji replies, cool as a cucumber.

His tone is annoyingly normal. Completely unbothered. He’s really convincing. Has he done this before? Is this a normal occurrence? Do a lot of girls offer to blow him for better marks, and does he take them up on it? Are you the one exception to his generosity? 

“Good, good.” Papers shuffle. A chair creaks as the professor sits across from the desk. “I actually wanted to ask about the research methods essays.”

Of course he did.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

Toji shifts slightly above you — just enough that the movement brushes your shoulder — and then he leans back in his chair. “Yeah?” he says.

“I noticed something odd in the submissions this year,” the professor continues. “Half the class seems to misunderstand the section on sampling bias.”

He hums thoughtfully. “You mean where they’re supposed to explain the limitations of convenience sampling?”

“Exactly.”

A sheet of paper slides across the desk.

“You see this one here—”

From below, you hear Toji pick it up.

“—they describe the method correctly, but their conclusion contradicts their own analysis.”

There’s a pause whilst the TA reads. You stare at the underside of the desk and try not to shift your knees. God, this is like torture. Having a cock lodged in your throat and not being able to do anything with it is hell. Above the desk, they’re chatting away, talking about your fellow students, with the professor none the wiser that one such student’s under the desk. 

“Yeah,” he says after a moment. “They’re treating correlation like it proves causation.”

“Precisely!” the professor says, sounding delighted. “It’s surprisingly common.” Another pause. You hear a pen tap the desk twice. “I was thinking next year we might restructure the lecture slightly,” the professor continues. “Maybe introduce a short case study before the assignment.”

“Could work,” Toji replies. “Give them something concrete, tangible, to analyse.”

Your legs are starting to cramp. Your lips tighten around his hot cock. Toji brushes your hair back from your face, a quiet act to show he hasn’t forgotten about you. The professor keeps talking, completely unaware.

“Also,” he says, shuffling more papers, “the literature review sections were stronger this year.”

“Mm.”

“I suspect the workshop helped.”

Toji lets out a quiet huff that might be agreement.

“You handled that well, by the way,” the professor adds. “The students seem to respond to your feedback.”

This is way too boring, you decide. In an act you might end up regretting for the rest of your life, your offended tongue prods his tip where he’s still leaking salty precum. 

He grunts, knee crashing up on the wood. 

The professor asks him if he’s alright, and Toji replies, “Fine. Sorry. Just had a cramp.”

A triumphant smile pulls at your lips, which is quickly wiped away by the sudden pinch at your cheek. You wince, unable to smack him in retaliation. 

A sigh fills the room. “I fear you work too hard, Fushiguro. You ought to take a break here and there. Do something fun and wild, or whatever it is people your age do nowadays.”

“I am having fun,” Toji says, hand coming back to rest on your head, growing heavier and heavier until you’re forced to take him inside your mouth, deeper and deeper. “In my own way.”

He’s filling you up more than he was before, now more insistent, no longer so passive. You’re struggling to take him but he’s not letting up. Fuck, you’re soaked between the legs. Who knew you had an oral fixation?

“Well, good,” the professor says. He pushes his chair back. Your heart jumps in joy. “I won’t keep you any longer, I know those papers won’t mark themselves. Boy do I not envy you.” He laughs. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You too, Professor.”

Footsteps move toward the door. The handle turns. The door opens. Closes. Silence. Two seconds pass.

Then Toji peers down, licking his scarred lips, and mutters under his breath, “You needy fucking girl. Couldn’t wait, could you? Couldn’t resist not being a pain my fucking ass. If you want cock so badly, then here you go.”

His hips thrust up, hand keeping you in place. Your eyes fly open, throat stretching to take all of him in. Oh, he was as pent up, as frustrated, as you were. The force in which he’s rutting inside your throat displays that nice and clear. 

“You’ll do anything for a good grade, won’t you? Even debase yourself like this. God, you drive me crazy.”

You gag around his cock but he doesn’t pay any mind to that. No, Toji’s just rutting inside your mouth over and over again, grunting louder and louder now. 

Meanwhile, your hand seeks out the heat between your legs. You grind against the heel of your palm, moaning around his length. The vibration has his balls tightening up.

“Fuck!”

Hot cum bursts inside, coating the walls of your throat and your tongue. 

Toji leans back in his chair, which creaks. You pull him out, coughing at the salty burn. Damn, even his loads are big. It’s like a cream puff exploded inside your mouth. 

Hands carry you up, sitting you on his thigh. One rubs your back in circles, the other wipes away the tears at your eyes, licking at the wetness he’s collected on his thumb. “You good, kid?” he asks, brows furrowed. 

“Yeah,” you respond, voice hoarse and not fooling anyone. “I’m good.”

You take a sip of his water from his water bottle, not caring about the fact that you’re drinking from where he had been, and if he cared that your mouth which had been sucking on his dick and cum is on his cup, he didn’t say.

He sighs, tucking himself back in and says, “Come by my place tonight. Hand me your essay again and I’ll reread it. But I’m not making any promises about finding extra marks, alright? It’s just a second chance, and the only one you’ll get.”

Dopily, you smile at him. “Throat game that good, huh?”

His lips twitch. He shoves you away, smacking your ass as you walk away.

“I’ll text you the time and place. Don’t be late.”

Nodding, you head for the door, not leaving however till you ask, “Should I wear matching underwear, or is this a strictly keep your clothes on meeting?”

“Fuck off before I regret it.”

“Lacy thong it is!”

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“Should I spread my legs now or do you want me to fluff you first?”

Toji’s deadpan face meets you when he opens the door. He sighs as though he’s regretting this already. Regardless, he lets you in. 

You can tell he showered recently — there’s the scent of cheap soap lingering on his skin and his hair is still a little damp. 

His apartment is nice and clean, which surprises you somewhat. Most guys your age tend to be messy. But you should have known the TA would be neat and organised. 

“I’m serious,” you begin, snuggling up to his side and batting your lashes up at him, “what position do you want me? I’m not the most flexible but I’m not too bad.”

Shaking you off, he pushes you in the direction of the living room where the coffee table is covered with carefully laid out papers he no doubt carried from campus to continue working on. “Go sit down, you horny gremlin. Make some room for your essay and let’s get this over with.”

You do as he says, folding your legs so you can sit by the coffee table on the rug. You take the essay out of your bag, shoving all the others to the side. With a frown, you ask, “So we’re really not fucking?”

He folds himself down too, sitting beside you, knee brushing yours. “I don’t solicit sex in exchange for academic favours. Dunno why you’re so surprised by that — can’t recall having done anything to make you think otherwise.”

“Well, you did give in after I blew you, so…”

“I was gonna offer before you did all that,” he informs you, snorting. “Just never promised to give you the marks.”

Toji adjusts his glasses, taking your papers and starting his reassessment of it. His lips purses, brows furrows, and he stares at the thing like it could tell him the answers to the universe. That or it’s so bad he just can’t fathom what you were thinking. 

“Second paragraph, third line, why the hell is it so convoluted?” he asks, voice returning to that grumpy tone you’re more than familiar with now.

It’s the latter, it would seem. He really meant business. You shaved and everything for nothing. What a shame. 

Leaning over, you rest your head on his big bicep, and, with a pout, reply, “I thought it sounded smart; I was pretty proud of that line actually.”

“No, doll,” Toji says, sighing. “The simpler the better. Don’t purposefully complicate your syntax. Only do what’s necessary to get the point across. If I, an expert in this topic, can barely understand what you mean, how is the ordinary person supposed to?”

“Yeah, okay. Simple is better, I get it.”

He continues reading, red pen in hand and making annotations as he goes. Meanwhile, you’re worming your way into his lap: one hand resting on his thigh at first, then a leg thrown over his. He notices what you’re doing — there’s no way he doesn’t know — but he doesn’t put up a fight. Eventually, you’re sitting in his lap, his chin resting on your head, and his arms caging you in. 

Toji’s warm. He’s comfy to rest on despite all the muscles. Closer now, his soapy scent envelops you. It goes straight to your head. You find yourself squirming. 

“Keep still,” he reprimands, underlining a phrase twice for emphasis. “You can’t just use jargon if you’re not going to explain it. It’s bad practice.”

“Got it.” Fiddling with his spare hand, running your fingers down his and over his palm, you ask, “Are academics supposed to have calluses?”

“They bother you or something?”

“No, not at all. I’m just curious.”

He hums. “I do odd jobs here and there, some more manual than others so yeah I built up some calluses.” Without missing a beat, he pivots the topic. “Tell me again what the difference is between compliment and complement.”

You bring that hand up to your breast, imploring him to grope your tits as you reply, “With an I is to praise someone or something, and with an e is to say something matches well with another.”

A moan escapes your lips when he squeezes in approval. Toji mutters, “Good girl. Guess you do listen to me.” Thumb brushing your hardened nipple through the thin material of your top, you squirm in his lap. His lips move against the top of your head. “No bra?”

“I figured you were going to take it off me anyway so I didn’t bother,” you say, still pressing his hand to your tit, riding the motions of every grope and flick of your nipple. 

Another hum. 

Slowly, you guide that hand down lower. He must know what you’re doing, where you want it to end up, but he doesn’t stop you, doesn’t reprimand or put up any resistance; he’s curious to see how far you’re willing to go. And you’re curious to see how much restraint he has, how long he can hold out before his façade of nonchalance breaks and he’s fucking up inside you.

You tease yourself, and him, first — his fingers, with your guidance, tease your bare thighs, following the hem of your tight skirt. Growing breathless, you ask, “What kind of odd jobs do you do?”

Toji’s calluses tickle the sensitive skin in your inner thighs just right. He’s still marking your paper, occasionally fact-checking your ideas and his theories in a textbook on the table. Amused, he retorts, “You curious about me, doll?”

“Hmm, I want to know exactly whose cock will be stretching me out in a minute.”

He snorts, patting your clothed pussy. You jolt with every impact. “I tutor on the side. Fix up some cars in the garage in town. I’m a physical trainer for three clients at the local gym too. And when I’m low on money, I sell risqué pictures of myself. That disgust you?”

All while he answers, Toji’s blunt nails scrape your slit through your panties. He’s not applying much pressure at all, if any, and yet every skim, every travel up and down has goosebumps rising on your skin.

“N-no,” you answer quickly. “I think that’s really cool. If I had a body like yours, I’d take pictures all the time too.”

His laughter rumbles in his chest. An odd sense of pride warms your own. He says, “Your body’s more than good enough to sell too, you know. Don’t act like you don’t know guys give you double takes all the time, or that your ass could stop traffic.”

Giggling, you lean back, gazing up at him with a smile. “Do you stare at my ass sometimes, Toji?”

God, you’re soaked. You can tell, though you’re not embarrassed whatsoever. If anything, you’re just itching for him to pull your panties to the side and touch you skin to skin, to plunge inside your pussy and make a mess out of you.

“Tell me where you can, and should, insert a semi-colon in paragraph six, and I’ll give you an honest answer.” 

He nudges you with his chin. “Go on. Quit thinking with your pussy and give me the right answer.” A little aggrieved, you sit up straight, holding his wrist to keep his hand between your legs. Your eyes scan the section. Tentatively, you point to a full stop on the second line. Toji shakes his head and smacks your clothed pussy again. “Try again, and don’t guess.”

“Here,” you snarl, feeling way past pent up. “Now give me my reward.”

Toji huffs. “Semi-colons help for varying sentence structures. It’s in the little ways you can convey your points compellingly. Don’t underutilise the right punctuations.”

“Yeah, yeah, smarty pants. Rub my clit and answer my question already.”

Cool air brushes against your swollen, glistening lips. You sigh when his warm hand covers the entire slit barely a second later. His middle fingers are instantly coated in your wetness. He groans. “Fuck, doll, you’re dripping.” Toji doesn’t give you a moment to respond to that; his fingers rub at your throbbing clit in tight circles, drawing it out of his hood. You moan, back arching. 

Finally, he answers, “I stare at your ass all the fucking time after I glare at the losers whose eyes wander from their laptop screens . I’m a big, fucking hypocrite — that what you wanna hear?”

“Fuck yes!”

Rustling of paper reaches your ears. Then two hands are on you: one furiously rubbing the bundle of nerves and the other gripping your throat. He squeezes threateningly. Your vision spots, jaw dropping. “Look at you, all desperate to have my cock inside you. And for what? For a couple marks? You’re not ashamed?”

Your ass is grinding back on his boner, sandwiching the hard thing between your cheeks as your own answer. How could you be ashamed when he wants you so bad too?

“I’m horny! Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

In a split second, you find your world spinning. Your back falls on something hard. You’re staring up at the ceiling, papers scattered beneath you. Rough hands tug you down by your thighs. When you peer down, Toji’s staring up at you from between your lips.

“Yeah, I’m fucking you. You already knew I was gonna. You gonna let me taste your pussy first?” A challenging brow quirks up, like he’s waiting for you to push him away. 

Instead, your legs hook over his shoulders, ankles crossed. You grin at him.

Panties pulled to the side, his fingers spread your pussy for him. Those eyes scan every inch. He releases a shaky breath, cheeks flushed and Adam’s apple bobbing. “Even your pussy’s pretty. Fucking gorgeous.” Running a hand through his hair, he says, “You’re always such a pain, aren’t you?”

“I can’t help that every part of me’s pretty,” you reply, twirling your hair.

“Shut up and play with your tits — I like a show with my dinner.” Toji spits a fat dollop right on your clit. It slides down your slit but before it can disappear in the crevice of your ass, his tongue is collecting it and shoving it inside your cunt. 

You gasp. “Fuck, Toji!”

In spite of his aggressive tone, you pull down your top, letting your tits bounce out. Those eyes follow every jiggle. “Good girl,” he rasps. “Squeeze them for me nice and hard. Good. Real fucking good.”

His glasses are foggy now with your own humidity, rattling with every movement. He’s eating your pussy out like he’s starved, like he’s never tasted anything better, like he’s going to make sure not a single trace of you can be found in his apartment after he’s done with you. 

Growling, he spread your thighs wider. “Course you’ve got a sweet pussy,” he says, brows furrowing in what appears to be anger. “Course it’s sweeter than that fucking cheesecake. Course I’ll be craving you till I die.”

Fingers tangle in his hair, tugging for purchase. “Ngh, Toji, my clit…suck my clit!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Those scarred lips, the very ones you’ve stared at more times than you can count, wrap around your clit, sucking hard the way you did when you were blowing him under the desk. Electricity sparks inside, sending tremors up from your lower belly to your tits to the very tips of your fingers. “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”

Filthy squelches are being wrung out of you, and you know he’s doing it on purpose, addicted to how responsive your body is to him.

Two fingers worm their way through your pulsing hole, basking in the rough textures of your entrance, stretching your gummy walls on their way to curling against that spot that has you oozing more cum out. 

“You’re fucking tight,” he hisses. “You’re gonna struggle taking all of me later.” Then he barks a laugh, spare hand pressing down on your belly where the pressure builds up. Your toes curl. “A better man would take pity on you, go slow or wait another day, but I’ve already had my tongue inside your cunt so I’ll spare you the gentleman act.”

More fingers shove in, ignoring the screech that you let out. You’ve never had more than two and yet all four of his thicker, longer fingers are inside pushing your walls to their very limits. 

Despite that, he remarks, entertained by the shock on your face which he studies through his glasses, “Suck it up, buttercup — my cock’s thicker than this, you know that.”

You do. 

It’s all you’ve been thinking about all day. Hours after, your jaw’s still stretched out, sore and creaking after the workout you put it through. The thought of having something even thicker, longer than his four fingers has you growing dizzy, head handing over the coffee table.

“Yeah, my cock can’t wait to feel you too,” Toji says, not to you but to your pussy which is squelching lewdly and loudly. “Had to resist jerking my dick raw all day so you better make it good for me.”

Is it seconds later, or minutes, maybe hours, when you cum?

How ever long it is no one can deny it’s the strongest orgasm of your life. 

Your entire body trembles, spasming beyond control. Are you screaming or silently moaning? Are your eyes shut or have you gone blind? And is he still pistoning his fingers inside you, damn near pushing all of his hand in? 

“Stop,” you cry out. “No more, please!”

Mercifully, he yanks his hand out. Unfortunately, it leaves you feeling so empty you immediately crave the feeling of his hand gripping you from inside. 

Lips and chin glistening, he kisses both inner thighs, which tremble. 

Toji gathers you with one arm, showing off his strength as he carries you off the table and to the glass door which leads out to the balcony. It’s dark out and all you can see are the lights of people’s rooms in the apartment across. There are families lounging, dogs sleeping, TV’s blaring. 

Behind you, you hear the rustling of his shirt as he throws it off carelessly. Bare skin grazes your own soon after his hands make quick work of the clothes you’re still wearing. In a flash, you’re naked. He bends down to pick up your fallen panties, inhaling the gusset deeply. Your legs cross tightly at the deeply satisfied groan he lets out. 

“Next office hour,” he starts, lazily spreading your pussy lips and smearing your juices around so he can listen to the squelches and keep your squirming, “you better leave your panties with me. Consider it payment.”

You laugh. “Sure.”

Groggily, you try to keep your head up, wondering what you’re doing by the window, still a little out of it. A hand clutches your jaw, aiding you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you against this window,” he announces, leaving no room for arguments. “You want those extra marks? Then you’re gonna be a good girl and take my cock like a champ.”

Ass gyrating back against the hot, heavy thing still confined in sweatpants, you wonder, “Do you have an exhibitionism kink?”

He lets go of you. You have to catch yourself by pressing your palms to the cold glass. Toji drags your hips back, foot kicking your legs apart. His cock plops onto your ass, scalding. “No, I have a ‘get my time’s worth from shameless women who waste my time with demands for better grades by humiliating them’ kink.”

“Sounds long. We should get that shortened,” you drawl.

His cockhead slides through your pussy, coating itself in your wetness. The fat thing bumps against your clit. You shudder. 

Satisfied with your natural lubrication, he prods your entrance. “Yeah, we should. Let’s call it, Shut The Fuck Up And Take It.”

Then he enters you in one go.

You scream.

The window fogs up with your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You’re taking so much of his length so quickly that it should be painful. Despite that, there’s not an ounce of pain, not one you didn’t like at least — only the overwhelming pleasure of being filled up is resonating. 

Toji grunts. “Almost had to fist this cunt and you’re -hah fuck- still too tight.”

Pummelling his cock in, his hips don’t pause for a second. You gasp for breath, palms slipping and sliding on the condensation that’s built up on the glass. It’s like you can feel him in your lungs, so impossibly deep, so hot, so intimidating. 

“God, it should be a crime to have a body like this,” he says, hands groping every part of your flesh he can reach. He slaps your ass to watch it jiggle for him. He’s an ass man, that much is clear.

The force of his thrusting has you pushed closer to the glass, so close now that almost your entire front is flush with the surface. The coldness grazes your nipples. You moan. 

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

He tugs you back to him, body sliding down the glass till your ass is jutted out. Toji carries your hips up so you can reach him, but it means your toes are only brushing the floor. You cling to the glass door as much as you can. Through the glossy haze, you see the marks you left on the glass, from the oils and sweat on your skin. You see the outline of your tits, all round and fat, the handprints you left and the smearing of them all over the place because you couldn’t grapple with one position to have them in. 

Are people watching? Are you flashing a poor old man, are you reigniting a sexual appetite in a pitiful divorcee, making a housewife jealous, creating fantasies for some guy your age? Are people rubbing one out to the flashes of ecstasy on your face, to the swaying of your tits, to the rippling of your ass?

Toji’s fingers creep under you, furiously teasing your clit. You whine. “I think I’m gonna cum again.”

“Go on, gorgeous,” he rasps. “Lemme feel you cum around my cock. Make my dreams come true.”

Two fingers gather the cream that’s formed a ring at his base. He draws three letters on the glass for you to stare at. It spells out c u m.

God, he’s dirty.

Another orgasm ripples through you. Your thighs shake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Toji!”

He growls out, hands tightening their grip on your hips, threatening to bruise, “Shit, you’re gonna make me cum early.”

Without waiting for you to come down from your high, he flips you around. Your back thuds against the door. His cock reenters you in a clean, easy slide, cunt beyond soaked and stretched out. Your arms and legs wrap around him. 

Those glasses of him have fogged up so thickly now that they fail to serve their purpose. Toji takes it off with one hand, sliding it onto your head, like a headband keeping your face clear of your hair. “Don’t let them fall,” he orders. “They break and you won’t be getting that internship.”

And his lips?

They smack against yours.

He kisses you, all tongue and teeth and drool dripping down chins, like he’s been waiting weeks, months, perhaps years to do that. And you kiss him back just the same. 

Inside you, his cock throbs. Toji’s hips swing back and forth, pelvis grinding on yours, rubbing your clit and wringing our more obscene squeeeelches. 

“Oh god, I’m so full, Toji. You’re so fucking big.”

“You’re -hngh- t-taking me so well,” he praises, littering sloppy kisses all over your face and neck all while he pinches and rolls your nipples. “Moaning so adorably, all pretty and finally keeping this mouth quiet of smartass comments. You should be like this all the time.”

The rocking of his cock inside you is even better like this. The closeness, the warmth, the taste of him — you wonder why you waited so long to do this. 

Tits squashed to his chest, your nipples scrape his skin, slipping and sliding with the sweat beading down your bodies. The hard planes of his chest feel magnificent. Nothing about his muscles are for vanity only, and the knowledge of the strength he’s holding back has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“You’d miss my smartass comments,” you tell him, head thrown back and hips working their way down on his cock of their own volition.

Toji groans against your neck, licking droplets of sweat. “Yeah, maybe. I definitely wouldn’t miss your spelling errors though.”

Smiling, you tug his head up by his hair, and bite his bottom lip. You pull and let go so it’ll snap back into place like he’d done with your lip when you were under his desk. “Maybe if you taught me like this, I wouldn’t -hah- make so m-many mistakes— deeper, Toji! Fuck me deeper.”

His hips plough deeper inside, like you wanted, hitting that spot inside you till you’re sure it’ll be bruised in the morning. Moans after moans are fucked out of you; his neighbours will give him an earful tomorrow, you’re certain. 

“Book more office hours just to see me and not because you want something from me, then we can see if I can fuck your stupidity out of you,” he retorts. 

You peck his lips. “Aw, does poor, needy Toji want me to give him more attention? Does he miss me when I’m not there? What a cute little baby.”

“Yeah, he does, actually,” he says, smirking. “That a problem?”

“It will be if you don’t make me cum.”

Toji reminds you, “You’ve been cumming around my cock this entire time; you still want more? Greedy girl.”

He pulls away from the window, stalking over to the sofa instead. Each step burrows him deeper inside you, kissing your cervix and pushing out gasps from your lips, all of which he swallows. 

Carelessly, he throws you on the sofa. You bounce with an oomph!

Ankles held by one hand, he keeps your legs upright, hips lifted up to meet his. Toji presses a kiss to your ankle bone before he pushes his cock back inside. Your back arches with a mewl. Like this, his huge body becomes even more glaring — he’s casting a shadow over you, completely dwarfing you, reminding you how easily he could break you, how he could take whatever he wants from you. 

Every time he buries himself to the hilt, a bulge pops through your tummy, right under your belly button. 

“Look at that,” he mutters, brushing a thumb over it. You whine. “Feel me deep inside you? You’ll be feeling me inside for days, won’t you? Once it starts to fade, you can always come back for another fill, you know.”

“Promise?” you ask, grinning ear to ear. 

Toji pulls out, leaving just his tip before he slams back in, jostling you down on the sofa. His abs contract, cock throbbing at the sudden clenching of your walls around him. “Fuck, yes, doll. Promise. I fucking promise.”

His glasses have slid off, rattling somewhere on the sofa with the impact of every thrust. He doesn’t seem to care about them anymore. You’re nearing another orgasm, head whipping around at the intensity of the pressure building in your core. He’s bullying his cock relentlessly in your cunt, chasing after his own high and sending you to yours. 

When your eyes clash with his piercing, green ones, unobstructed by his glasses, you explode with a scream. 

“F-fuck,” he grunts, following soon after. 

Searing cum spurts inside you, cock pulsing, cum painting your walls. His thumb rubs your clit, aiding you through your orgasm. Your moans are vibrating against the walls, definitely disturbing his neighbours, but so are his groans. 

He slumps over, rolling the two of you on the sofa so you’re resting naked on his heated body, his heavy arm preventing you from falling off. Your pussy’s sore, a mix of your cum and his dribbling out and creating a sticky mess on your inner thighs. 

Absentmindedly, as you both catch your breath, he rubs your back. You draw shapes and letters on his chest. Toji combs his hair off of his forehead, chest rising up and down with his breathing. The dirty marks you two left are still on the glass, though it’s no longer foggy. 

Reaching up above him, he gracefully finds his glasses, sliding them on his face. You like him with and without them. 

“So,” you begin, “about those extra marks.”

Toji lifts his glasses up to rub a hand down his face. “Jesus, yes, you’ll get the marks.”

“Thanks!” you chirp. 

“God, you’re a pain in the ass.”

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“Fuck, Toji,” you moan. “I already came three times. It’s too -hic- too much.”

Your TA ruts his cock inside you, face buried in the crook of your neck. His glasses are on your nose bridge, blurring your vision; he gets so frustrated when the thing gets in the way of kissing you or eating you out.

“Shut up,” he rasps, hand pressing down on your lower belly so you can feel him even more. “You’re the one who dragged me here. Take every orgasm I give you and be grateful.”

That’s true — you were supposed to have an office hour with him, which is really an excuse to see your boyfriend before you have to attend the internship induction session, but then you took one look at him and his amazing body and started soaking through your panties so here you two are.

Oh yes, you did say boyfriend.

After he blew your mind out, you’d been visiting his apartment after classes so often, you were practically living there, and he didn’t mind. It started out casual, but after realising you two would go grocery shopping, watch movies together, and text each other practically every day, you decided to just seal the deal and make it official. 

In short, he fucks good, and he can tolerate your personality, so you two stuck together. 

A month in, neither of you are really regretting it. At least, if his desperate thrusting and sloppy kisses to your neck’s anything to go by. 

“Missed you so much, Toji,” you whine, hips fucking back into him.

Toji groans, hand groping your tit from under your shit. “Yeah, baby?”

“Mmm.”

“Missed you too,” he confesses, licking a stripe up your neck and scraping his teeth down. Goosebumps rise on your arms. “Been wanting to see you all morning.”

You giggle, holding onto the stall for purchase and so his thrusting won’t make you smack face first onto the door. “You’re so cute w-when you’re needy.”

“Fuck off,” he says with no real heat to his words. 

In the near distance, the door to the men’s toilets opens with a dull metallic creak, the sound echoing faintly off the tiled walls. Feet pad in—slow, unhurried. The steady rhythm of someone who expects the place to be empty.

“Fushiguro?” a voice calls out. “You in here?”

The two of you go very, very still. Toji’s entire body stiffens behind you, muscles locking. His hand clamps firmly over your mouth for extra measure, warm palm pressing tight enough that you can feel the tension in his fingers.

Your heart slams against your ribs, loud enough that you’re half convinced it might echo under the stall. What the hell is the professor doing here?

“Susan told me she saw you walk in this direction. You got a minute?”

Toji releases a tense breath through his nose, annoyed at the interruption but left with no choice but to answer. He lifts you up so your feet hang over the floor and won’t be seen by the outsider. “Yeah, prof. But I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

The professor laughs. “Yes, yes, I’m sure. I do apologise for interrupting you. I was just locked out of my account and can’t send emails for the next hour. You know how terrible I am with technology.” He enters the stall next door. He unzips his pants. You cringe. “I only wanted to ask if you’re prepared to host the internship induction later.”

You go still, this time for a different reason. 

Your boyfriend releases your mouth. Fingers creep over to between your legs, where you’re still connected to him, where he’s still throbbing inside you. He slowly rubs your clit, keeping you from squirming in complaint with his strong arms. Toji responds, “Yeah, got all my notes ready.”

The bastard’s trying to distract you…

“Ah good, good,” the older man joyfully responds. His stream hits the water, and you fight the urge to face palm. “I had a look over the plans and the schedule. Very well organised, I must say. The competition was fierce, which is a testament to the success of the event, so props to you.”

Do men hold conversation so casually in the toilets?

Toji carefully begins moving in slow and shallow thrusts, prodding your g-spot over and over with his fat cockhead. You bite your lips to keep from moaning. Your nails dig into his thick arm. He ignores you. 

“Don’t mention it, Professor.”

The man zips himself back up and flushes, exiting the stall. Outside, the tap runs, and you’re both still as quiet as rocks, afraid that any sudden movement will out you both as sexual deviants. 

He adds, “Oh, and thank you for handling the applications for me; you know I hate all that paperwork nonsense.” 

Your jaw drops. 

Beyond tense, Toji replies like he’s aware of the weight every word exchange carries, “I do what I can do to help out.” 

“I couldn’t do what I do without you,” the professor continues, sincere and ignorant to the fact that you’re there. The rustling of paper towels echoes. “Well, I’ll see you later. Apologies again for interrupting.” 

The exit door swings open and you relax, but then his voice fills the space again. 

“Do say hello to your pretty, little girlfriend for me.” 

Your heart? 

Drops to the fucking floor.

Toji’s grip on you tightens just slightly, barely noticeable unless you’re pressed this close to him.

Your mind races. Did he see you come in? Did someone tell him? Did Susan, whoever the hell she is—

Toji speaks before you can spiral further, his tone sharper now, suspicion threading through it. “What do you mean, Professor?”

“Oh, you know, the girl you’ve been eyeing for a while now — she’s on the internship, yes?” Then he laughs the kind of laughter old men do, all paternal and wise. “Don’t worry, son, I’m not accusing you of pulling strings; I know she’s a very intelligent young woman. Ambitious too. Almost as ambitious as you. I hope you two work something out.”

Your heart slows its beating but you’re not any less tense. 

Sighing, Toji responds, “I’ll let you know if we do.”

“Yes, yes,” the professor says before he leaves for good. 

Finally, it’s just you two in the men’s toilets again. The silence and emptiness is maddeningly relieving. Although, you’re seething, practically vibrating with accusations and anger.  

Toji lets you down. Your feet touch the ground again. You pull him out, whirling on him with a disbelieving glare. You snatch his glasses off your face with one hand and smack his chest with the other. The man doesn’t budge.

“You sneaky piece of shit!”

He gathers both of your wrists with one hand, rolling his eyes. Toji takes his glasses from you and slides it on his face. Seeing you clearer now, he guides his cock back to your pussy, re-entering with ease. You moan, allowing him to hike your leg over his hip so he can press in deeper.

Kissing your lips, he mutters against your lips, “I did what I had to to get your attention. Sue me.”

“God, you’re the worst,” you breathe out, chest jutting out to his, nipples aching and clit throbbing. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, “I’m the big, bad wolf, and you’re creaming all over my dick right now. Let’s not act like you got the short end of the stick here.”

“Master manipulator,” you hiss, kissing him back, fingers tangling in his hair as soon he lets go of your wrists to grope your tit and ass.

“Whore,” he fires back.

Then the two of you smile, clutching each other tightly as you both rock into each other, nearing your mutual orgasm and riding the pleasure growing in your bodies. Fuck, he feels so good.

“We’re gonna be together forever and ever, aren’t we?” you ask.

Toji’s scar brushes your forehead with his kiss. 

“That’s the plan.”

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books and lashes ! | first year ╱ fluff ╱ note format ♡

✿ synopsis : passing notes with your secret boyfriend megumi !

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 !

The kitchen is warm in a gentle way, where the oven hums as the lights glow softly. Snow taps faintly against the window, and Megumi closes it without a word, glancing at you afterward.

"You'll get cold" he mumbles.

Before you can argue, his sweater is already on you. It smells like him, clean laundry and something familiar that makes you feel calmer. You're standing at the counter, mixing dough while soft music is playing in the background. Megumi stands beside you, holding the recipe like it's something sacred. He rereads the measurement twice.

"You don't have to be sooo serious" you tease.

"I don't want to mess it up" he replies calmly. You laugh in response which makes his shoulders relax just a little. When you reach for the flour bag, it slips. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to make Megumi grumble in annoyance.

"Seriously?" he mutters, making his way to the spilled flour with a damp cloth to clean it up. You giggle, playfully taking a bit of the flower and pat his cheek. He freezes, slowly looking at you. He sighs, but there's no real annoyance there. He dips his finger into the flour and gently taps your nose. "Now we're even" he states.

The both of you smile, soft, quiet smiles that feel like a shared secret.

As you roll out the dough, Megumi comes up behind you to spectate and keep a good eye on you. Thats what he insists but you then feel an arm gently wrap around your waist.

"'M just cold" he mutters, not daring to look at you. You giggle, leaning back into him anyways.

"Gumi can you find some cookie cutters?" you ask. He nods, making his way to his drawer. He sets out a few cookie cutters for you.

Decorating is chaos. Sprinkles scattered everywhere. Icing smudged across the counter and somehow on Megumi's sleeve. Your cookies are colorful and messy. His are neat, simple and slightly bland.

He watches you attempt to decorate the cookies. You felt his eyes watching but instead of scolding, he took a step closer to you.

"No, hold it like this," he says softly, gently wrapping his hands around yours. He repositioned your hands. "Now, don't apply too much pressure. And slowly drag the icing across the cookie, yeah just like that." he says quietly, guiding you.

You hold up the cookie when you finish, beaming at him. "It looks so cute!" You say sweetly.

"..yeah. It's nice."

The cookies bake, filling the room with warmth and sugar. You sit on the floor together, backs against the counter while you watch the cookies bake. You rest your head on his shoulder as he tilts his shoulder to give you more comfort.

"Today was fun" you say sleepily.

"Mhm." he responds and before you could say anything, he gives your forehead a gentle peck.

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megumi doesn’t see the point in going all out for Christmas — unlike someone.

In contrast, his sweet and bubbly girlfriend would buzz around the snowy, bustling streets as you’d look around, the christmas lights illuminating you. It was phenomenal. Everything was glowing, loud, full of joy. Especially you.

“Do we really need this?” He asks quietly, just enough for you to hear.

“Mhm!” You say sweetly, shaking the snow globe that lit up from the bottom. It had two deers inside it as the snow gently fell down, pooling around them. “Plus, it’s only $4.99” you state matter of factly.

“Okay, fine” he mumbles, glancing at a different corner of the christmas store. It was so lively, more than his liking. He dug the lower part of his face into his warm scarf that you bought for him a while ago as he adjusted his gaze down back to you. “What is that?” He asks, seeing you hold something unique.

You put the smaller figure infront of his face. It was a wrinkly, nude figure that was the size of your palm. It had two beady eyes and looked like a blob. You giggle at Megumi’s mortified face as he took the ornament and place it back in the original place.

“Wasn’t it cute?” You tease.

“Absolutely not.” He replies. As a sorcerer who sees similar - if not uglier looking creatures that he must fight on a day to day basis, he thinks it's unnecessary. "One snow globe. Done, lets go" he wraps it up, slowly making his way to the counter. You reluctantly follow him, placing the globe on the counter as he pays for it.

You sat on the edge of his bed, swanging your legs as you patiently wait for him to get out of the shower, while shaking the snow globe. A soft click is heard, as you turned your head behind.

"Hey," he says quietly. His hair dry, and now in fresh clothes. You smile as he laid down, giving you permission to cuddle up to his side. "I have a mission tomorrow, but you'll see me in the evening."

"Okay, goodnight then" you say softly.

"Goodnight."

In the morning, you wakeup to and empty bed. You look around, Megumi's bedroom quiet. You look over at his desk in curiosity and see it. The wrinkly, nude ornament with two beady eyes, staring up at you.

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“stop that.”

Megumi mumbles into his collar to try and hide the fact that he’s blushing. His ears were a tint of pink, his emerald eyes avoiding your gaze as you straddle on his lap, getting comfy.

“Why?” you ask smugly, adjusting yourself slightly which caused you to tug on his hair slightly. You giggle as you cup his pouty face with your hands.

“I-I said stop..” he mumbles but he makes no attempt in pushing you away or stopping you at all.

“I just can’t help myself! You’re just so cute” you exclaim, kissing hiss cheek. He freezes. Did you just call him cute?

He avoids eye contact, his face flushing. “Cute?”

“Mhm.”

Megumi thought he was many things — cold, quiet, stoic. But cute?

“Don’t call me that.” He huffs, face reddening as his hands rest on your hips, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You let out a soft giggle and kiss his face, all over.

You totally weren’t getting cuteness agression.

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The delicious smell of ramen filled your nostrils while you swing your legs on a high stool, watching Megumi cook dinner for the both of you.

"So do you live alone?" you ask.

"mhm" he replies. You stay quiet. The place he lived in wasn't fancy, not at all but you didn't question it.

"Thank you" you smile, starting to dig into the bowl of steaming ramen infront of you. His phone starts ringing so he excuses himself. When he comes back, he sighs.

"what happened?"

"tomorrows perfomance got cancelled. it's moved to Thursday."

"So you'll be free tomorrow?"

"Why? do you wanna come over?" you nod and he hums, taking note of it. Eventually, he escorts you out of his house after the meal.

"I'm surprised you'd let me stay." you admit honestly, looking down at your shoes.

"how come?"

"dunno" you shrug. "didn't strike you as a guy that would just let any girl come over if she asked." you say softly.

"you're not just any girl." you immediately lookup at him, his emerald orbs staring back at you. He wasn't joking. Not. At. All.

"WHAAT!?"

"SHHHH be quiet Nobara!" you press your palm over her mouth as she giggles.

"seriously? he said 'you're not just any girl'" she whispers to you behind the lockers. you nod frantically.

"isn't that kinda cute.. especially coming from a guy like him?"

"yeah no, definitely. he's definitely into you, but do you like him?"

you think about it and answer a bit too quick.

"heck no, he's not my type." Oh he was definitely your type. but did you really want to be seen, with him?

"mhhhmm sure" she says sarcastically.

“whaaat?” you reply with a cheeky smile, making her roll her eyes.

You were now back in the little music room in Megumi's place.

"You should try strum it more gently." you do as he says. "Yeah, do you hear the difference?" you nod then lookup at him. He wasn’t paying attention to you, but how you’d handle his guitar.

"Gumi?"

"hm?" his eyes flick to you.

"did you mean it? yesterday, when you said im not just any girl." Megumi goes quiet.

"yeah. I mean it" he speaks up. you giggle, shuffling closer to him on the couch.

"yeah?" you tilt your head to the side. he swallows, adam's apple bobbing up and down as he looks down shyly. suddenly, you straddle on his lap, making him stidden.

"wh-what are you doing?" his tone was slightly dry. you cup his face, leaning in slowly as his hands slowly trail from your elbows, slowly up to your wrists. You smile, which makes him huff.

"have you had a girlfriend before?" he shakes his head.

"i uh, never really thought about it or had the time to commit to one."

"yeah?" your hands slowly slide up to his head, stroking his hair, making him freeze. Everything around the both of you was still, and quiet. You then lean in and give him a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Uh-uhm what was that for?” He asks in a panic.

“You… let me help you..” you whispered into his ear, gently kissing his earlobe as your hands slowly travel down to the waistline of his jeans. His hands immediately landed on your hips, letting out a low huff while you unbuttoned his pants. “Can I?” He nods, face flushed.

You takeoff his pants, then boxers as you free his cock. Already leaking precum, you lean in as your mouth slides down his cock with a gentle hum. His breath catches when your lips press softly against him. His entire body freezes, his knuckles white and clenched onto the sofa as he tries his best to keep it together.

“You like that?”

He nods, gently bopping your head up and down, slowly. You lookup to see him holding in a whimper while you hollow your cheeks, his length kissing the back of your throat.

“Yeah.. like that” He murmurs, face red. You clench your hand around his cock, another massaging his balls. You could feel yourself getting wet, as you’d work your magic with your fingers, drawing out soft whimpers from Megumi. Eventually, a thick gush of his cum spills in your mouth while he let out a low groan.

Now he’s angling his cock at your cunt that was overspilling with your juices. His emerald eyes never left yours, as the thick head of his cock gently pressed at your entrance.

“Slowly” you say to him as he nods obediently. His hips slowly inched forward until you felt him all the way inside, warming his cock dee inside you, the fullness making you giggle. Damn he was big. Like big big. He pulls back, rolling his hips forward slowly. The friction made your back arch instantly, his hand instinctively gripping your waist.

Over time, he picked up his pace as he fucks into you quickly, slamming into that sweet spot over and over.

thrust, thrust, thrust ~

Megumi’s room was filled with moans and the both of your bodies slapping together, until you came undone.

You slowly felt your orgasm building up, the intense pleasure washing over you as your hips arch. Your release hit way faster than you had expected as it was most definitely the best one you’ve ever had. You moan loudly into his mouth while he kissed you, tongues playing with one another as he groaned, thick ropes of his warm cum painting your walls whilst you squirmed. He shuddered beneath you, painting while his grip on your hips tighten as he bucks his hips slowly to ride out high with a muffled whimper from him.

You smile at him sweetly, with a glint of something else behind that smile..

“You okay?” He asks, gently patting your head. You’re rested against him, snuggled under the sheets after a refreshing shower. You nod in response, his lips meeting your forehead. He wraps an arm around your waist, sighing to himself. He shuts his eyes, his bangs resting on his forehead while he rests.

“Hey, Gumi”

“Hm?”

“Who’s the first person you’ve ever had sex with.”

He opens his eyes slowly, looking down at you softly.

“What??” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Im looking at her.” He says lowly. A smile crept up on your face, which turned into a tired laughter. You feel his larger hand pat your back. “Go to sleep.” He whispers quietly, his mouth right beside your ear. You close your eyes, feeling safe enough to stay over night at a man’s house, let alone sleep in his arms.

“Goodnight”

“Night”

You could practically Nobara’s jaw drops to the ground as she goes silent.

“Im not joking, and it was honestly the best dick i’ve ever had!” You tell her over the phone, while you lie in your bed, thinking back to the previous nights activities.

“No. Frickin. Way”

“Yes way! I mean, yeah he’s not like crazy hot but come on, hes absolutely jacked!” That was a lie. He was insanely hot.

“Okay, whatever floats your boat i guess.. but if that boy even dares to-“

“I know, i know. But its not like i have a feelings for him, or anything.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that”

You roll your eyes at her, smiling to yourself.

“Ill see you in class tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay Nobs, cya!” You tap on the hang up button, the beeping sound plays. You let out a sigh, as your mind just couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him for some reason.

You look at yourself in the mirror, touching up on your lipgloss as Nobara fixes up her mascara. Some girls did the same, some girls genuinely just needed the bathroom.

“I’m gonna go to the vending machines nearby, you want anything?” You look at Nobara through the mirror.

“Hmmm..” she closes the cap of her mascara, sliding it back into her makeup bag. “Get me those iced americanos”

“Okay” you make your way to the vending machines nearby, walking out of the busy restrooms, taking a left and heading towards a corner. Thats when you see a familiar figure. Megumi.

He didn’t notice you at all, since his back was faced to you but you could clearly tell it was him and- Itsumi? Your classmate. What was he doing with her? And why was she holding onto his arm like that?? Before you could do anything, the loud thuds of your heart drummed in your ears. You body moved on its own, stepping away and leaning your back against the cold wall to get a grip back to reality. You were just about to go back and say something until you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey! I actually found two americanos in my purse.. you haven’t bought anything yet, have you?” Nobara takes the two slim cans out of her purse, raising an eyebrow at you. “You okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah yeah im fine.” You say, taking the cans, opening it. You pant slightly, unaware a droplet of sweat is rolling down your face.

“What’s got you sweating, hm?” Nobara asks smugly. You roll your eyes.

“Its nothing, lets go to the cafeteria”

Nobara sighs in defeat, following you towards the cafeteria.

But why couldn’t you get your mind off that image? Well its not like he actually meant anything to you.. right? He was just another guy so why can’t you just leave it be.

“So.. whats your relationship with Itsumi?” You ask him as he tunes the guitar.

“She a childhood friend.”

“Only?”

He just nods in response.

“Today, i want you to focus of just the pitch of your voice,” You sigh, digging your forehead into his shoulder. “Hm?”

“Are you sure you’re just friends?”

“Positive.” He gets up, a hand by your waist. “Come on, getup.” You do so, standing infront of the microphone and clearing your throat.

“5, 6, 7, 8”

You start to sing gently, your soft voice echoing throughout the room. His eyes didn’t leave you once, mesmerised by your angelic singing. Why did he even bother try teaching you guitar if you had a voice like that?

After an hour, he decided to taken a break.

“Are you hungry?” He sets down his guitar on the stand. “We could get takeout if you want.”

“Yes please.. I want maccas.. and a mcflurry.”

“Sure.”

The both of you endup in the living room, quietly eating on the sofa in silence. No TV, no nothing. Just listening to the soft patters of the rain which was slowly picking up.

“I don’t think you should be taking transport back. It’s not safe.”

“Yeah, are you fine with me staying?”

“Of course.”

“Im not sleeping on the couch though!”

“Who said you’re sleeping on the couch?”

You lookup at him, smiling. “Are you saying you want me to sleep with you, in your bed?”

“Did we not do that on the weekend?” He huffs, taking a sip of his drink. You giggle, shuffling closer to him.

The both of you endup cuddling in his bed, snuggled under his soft sheets. You rest your head right under his and lookup at him.

“Hi.” You say, smiling ear to ear.

“Hey.” He mumbled, looking down at you with sleepy eyes.

“Can I stay at your house more often?”

“Mm.. that would mean i’d have to do extra babysitting” he mumbled against your forehead. You scoff, acting as if you were offended.

“Babysitting?”

He chuckled slightly.

“Yeah, baby”

You stay silent, smiling into his neck.

“Goodnight, gumi”

“Goodnight.” He gently places a kiss to your forehead

Your arms reach up to him but they grasp into a void of nothingness. Your eyes shot open, waking up to a cold bed as the loud noise of rain pour against the window. Your eyes shot shiver slightly, pulling the blankets up higher. His room was empty and the house was quiet. Too quiet. You get up, making your way downstairs. Searching the living room and kitchen, he was no where to be found but the show rack caught your eye. His shoes were missing. You quickly run upstairs, frantically searching for your phone.

“We’re sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please check the number and dial again. You groan.

9:35AM Y/N : Hey, where are you??

9:37AM Gumi : Sorry, something came up. I’ll be back in 20 minutes. I got you breakfast though

9:37AM Y/N : okay.

The moment he got back you had been waiting by the door already.

“Where were you!?” You raise your voice, clearly agitated.

“Im sorry, something came up.” He hands you a box and a drink. It was a bacon, cheese and egg toastie, with you favourite drink. You take it, sitting by the kitchen counter and digging into your breakfast, letting out a satisfied hum. He takes a seat beside you, watching you.

“Do you like it?”

You nod in response, your feet swinging in satisfaction. He smiles softly, finding you absolutely adorable. You take a sip of your drink, then lookup at him as he gently pats your head.

“Where were you?” You ask again.

“Itsumi had an emergency.”

You freeze, your biting motions stopping. You had to take time to process what you heard. Itsumi? Again? He let out a sigh.

“Look, i know-“

“What sort of emergency did she have?”

“Her uber cancelled on her last minute, so i picked her up.”

“Oh, so not really an emergency.” You frown.

He wanted to say something but in fear of upsetting you, he held back. “Please dont be like that.” He says calmly.

“Be like what. She could’ve just called another Uber. No? That would’ve been faster anyway. Plus, you didn’t HAVE to leave me alone, but you chose to go save her.” You burst out, setting down your food as you face him fully. Megumi could feel his anger boiling inside him when you pulled his hand off your head.

“Y/N. She’s a good friend of mine and I just wanted to help her out.” He says genuinely, looking into your eyes.

“What did you two even do. Are you having sex with her as well?” You getup, preparing to leave.

“Are you seriously going to be this childish? Seriously? Geez we aren’t even dating, i don’t understand why you’re so pressed from me just helping her.”

“Not even dating? Are you seriously? I-“ You cut yourself off mainly because — because he was right. The both of you didn’t mean anything to eachother, no labels, no nothing.

“Yeah.”

“Fine.” You getup, making your way to his bedroom. You held your tears in until you had shut the doors. Sensitive or not, those words replayed in your mind.

“We aren’t even dating. Thats what he told me”

“Well.. the two of you aren’t. Are you?”

“Yeah but- but he let me have sex!”

“You could literally say that about all your other flings” Nobara states.

“You don’t get it!” you groan into your pillow. You turn on your back, staring at your ceiling. “He’s like.. different.”

“Oh no. Y/N are you sure you think that. Like, what could he have possibly done?”

“Do you know what aftercare is?”

“Oh.. that. Yeah what about it?” She turns her body towards you.

“He is the first guy that gave that to me. I feel like he actually, seriously likes me but Itsumi. She’s in the way.” You gag just from hearing the name Itsumi.

“Seriously Itsumi? What, do they have something going on?”

“He said she’s just a long time friend but i don’t believe it.”

“Hmm.. maybe she should spy on them for the upcoming weeks.”

You situp, both your eyes interlocking.

“You’re a genius.”

Nobara smirks proudly. “Yeah? I get that a lot” you slap her arms playfully, rolling your eyes as the both of you decide to walk away from the lockers, heading towards the cafeteria.

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟥 (coming soon!)

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older!toji who swears he’s done with wild years, sleepless nights, and bad habits then somehow ends up dating you, the sweetest little storm in human form.

older!toji who always wakes up with back pain, caused by unspeakable sleeping positions. He mutters about needing coffee before conversation, sliding to the kitchen with heavy footsteps and messy bed hair. Meanwhile, you’re already bouncing around his apartment, wearing his half-top, giggling and twirling as you steal a kiss from his scarred lips, tugging at his shorts to make pancakes together.

older!toji who long stopped pretending he can keep up with your endless energy. You talk fast, move faster, and laugh at everything he says without caring about the context behind his words. He calls you trouble every single day but never once tells you to stop.

older!toji who sighs but never complains when you climb into his lap while he’s reading the newspaper, when you tug his hair just to get attention like a needy cat, when you stretch out over his large frame, demanding affection. Still, he folds every single time.

older!toji who claims you’re too much but secretly lives for it for your warmth, your giggles, and the way your smile lights up the dull corners of his gloomy days.

older!toji who teases you about being made of sugar and chaos, always causing a stir in his life, and you tease him right back about needing vitamins to gain his youth back. He just grumbles, grinning the whole time.

older!toji who never expected to love this hard in his entire life. He catches himself watching you—messy hair, soft eyes, a little dreamer thinking about how you managed to burn the rice again while cooking lunch, and realizes:

“this is what peace feels like.”

older!toji who pretends to make a fuss when you curl up against him on the couch one night, legs tangled, whispering stories about nothing. He knows you just want to spend time with him, so he stays, still listening even when you drift off mid-sentence, just to keep you there in his arms.

older!toji who jokes that you’ll be the end of him, then kisses your forehead gently and adds quietly when you’re too focused on your puzzles, “Could be worse ways to go.”

© 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐊𝐄𝐈 2025.

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢.𝐟 (1)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : she was sunlight, he was shadows. but somehow, she fell inlove with the quiet between his notes 🎶

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You grab your lipgloss, painting your lips with a thick coat of light pink as you smack your lips together, admiring yourself in the mirror. You then pat some glitter eyeshadow on your eyelids, making your doe eyes pop.

"i am SO excited for tonight." Nobara speaks up. You hum in agreement looking over to see her basically drenching herself in a floral scented perfume.

"How's my outfit looking?" you ask, making Nobara turn her head to glance at you, beaming.

"Amazing!"

Both of you stride into the small venue, which was basically like a bar but it was underground which did make it slightly harder to find the location of. The loud music vibrated through the walls as the two of you wander around. Before you knew it, Nobara had slipped out of your sight and had drifted into the scattered crowd of the dancing people.

You sigh, deciding to shuffle closer to the small stage, observing the small band. Thats when you glanced at the guitarist who looked a little too familiar. Fucking Megumi Fushiguro. What was he doing here? Before making any judgement, it felt like you were put under some spell. You eyes were locked on him, looking up and down. His hands working on that black electric guitar, his hands moving faster than you ever thought was humanely possible as the neon bar lights highlighting his sharp features and his black clothing just emphasised his body. Seriously? The boy who hides himself under a pair of glasses, oversized hoodie and face dug in his books 24/7 was performing for a crowd underground? You took another good look again - yeah no, it was definitely him.

Soon, the music dies down which he decides to awkwardly walk to the front of the stage, grabbing the mic that was set on the mic stand. He starts to tune his electric guitar, then starts playing and gosh, you couldn't help but drool over this man. He was playing Slow Down by Chase Atlantic making the crowd go insane with that syrupy, low and angelic voice. He had his eyes closed while he was playing and singing so effortlessly, not even realising you were there, admiring him. Thats until a pair of hands grip onto your shoulders.

"Hey girl! I got us some free drinks from the bartender~"

It was Nobara.

"Of course you did" Rolling your eyes playfully, you follow Nobara to the other end of this venue, sitting on a barstool beside her as she swiftly pushes a tall glass with some soda, ice cream and a cherry ontop. You smile.

"What is this?" You mutter.

"A float!" You look behind, your gaze in the direction of the stage. You try to look for Megumi but you don't see him anymore. Where was he? you thought.

"Something on your mind?" Nobara asked. You quickly shake your head.

"Nope, nothing at all" You say, plastering a fake smile. Nobara raises an eyebrow but chooses not to question it, turning her focus to the bartender and flirting mindlessly, You turn back to the stage, sipping your drink, confused. You quickly finished it off and got off the bar stool.

"Where ya going?"

"Bathroom." you hurriedly make your way through the crowd and find the backstage, seeing a few people working on some instruments. Cleaning it, practising or just having a chat. Thats when you spot Megumi at the back corner, seemingly wrapping something around his fingers. Thats when one of the older guys speak-up with a gruff voice.

"Watcha doin' here pretty?" you lookup at the guy, who was wearing a grey tank top with his muscles literally spilling out. He stands up, towering over you as he rakes his eyes up and down, with a cocky smirk while one of his calloused fingers hold a pair of drum sticks.

That interaction pulled everyones attention to look in your direction, including Megumi. He frowns, unsure why someone from his school, especially you be here. You quickly avoid the larger guy, fleeing from him and making your way to Megumi and oh he could sense it. He stiffens, pretending not to see you from the corner of his eyes until he sees your delicate finger, resting on the table where he was looking down at as you sat on the table, your legs dangling while you faced him, tilting your head.

"Megumi?" you question. He huffs, avoiding your gaze - continuing to bandage his fingers. You look down, seeing his bruised and bleeding fingers. "What happened?" you whisper. No response, making you internally groan. Yeah, the guy in your grade, the biggest dork who would avoid any sort of social interaction with anyone was right here, in front of you.

"Well, I came here with Nobara earlier and I saw you perform a Chase Atlantic song! Didn't know you were cool like that" you tease, kicking the side of his thigh playfully with your shoe. He shot you a glare making you giggle sweetly.

"Can't you tell i'm trying to do something?" he asks coldly, continuing to bandage his wounds carefully. You kick his thigh playfully again which makes him scowl. His large palm grips onto your plush thigh, his gaze darkening on you. "Stop." you immediately freeze, your body flushing.

Sure, you've had other boys touch you here and there, even have sex but why did such a simple action from him make you think about it for days?

Megumi tries, absolutely fucking tries to concentrate on his work with his earphones dug into his ear but it was hard having you sitting on his desk right in front of him. Your rolled up skirt which was way too high was laid on his desk, also was way too close to his worksheet as he was now basically looking straight at your skirt while you had some loud conversation with Nobara, who was seated right in front of him. He toys with the silver ring on his middle finger anxiously, wanting to look up at the board but the last thing he wanted to look like was a creepy. He had his head down low, face flushed but his red ears gave him away.

After class, he makes his way to his locker but feels a presence behind him. He stops at his locker and sees you from the corner of his eyes.

"Hi Gumi" you speak up which annoys him.

"Don't call me that."

"Your performance was really hot last night" you twirl your silky hair in your hands, batting your eyelashes up at him. He glares down at you, huffing while the tips of his ears become a light pink. You notice but don't point it out. "Do you think you could give me a private show with that guitar of yours~?" you tease once again which makes his heart want to jump out of his mouth.

"I'm free, today." he mumbles which catches you by surprise. really? That easy to just go over? Well, it's not like you were going to shut down the invitation.

"Sure! I'll be at your place at 4"

"No later than 4."

"mhm~" he hands you a ripped out piece of paper with his address on it which was poorly written. You shove it in your pocket and swiftly walk away, searching for Nobara.

"Seriously? Him? I don't understand. He's some nerdy emo shit while you're literally the hottest bitch imaginable. Why him?" Nobara asks curiously while she rests on your bed as you do your makeup.

"Well.. I did see him performing at that venue on Friday night and he was kinda hot." you admit.

"What? Did you two makeout backstage after?" Nobara jokes, making you roll your eyes, laughing. "Whatever, just be safe okay?"

"Of course i'll be."

You make your way up to a narrow but tall loft home that was between a row of others. You look at your phone. 3:57pm. You knock on the door to see Megumi. He towers over you, wearing a grey hoodie like usual and sweatpants which was a large contrast to you who was wearing a tiny mini skirt, a white lacy shirt and a thin cardigan to go ontop. He steps aside to let you in.

"So was there a song in specific you'd like me to play"

"uhhh.." you takeoff your shoes and put them besides him, which makes you realise the big difference in both your shoe sizes. You turn around. "Meddle About by Chase Atlantic?"

"You have something for Chase Atlantic?"

"Yeah, I like them." You look around his loft, realising how clean it was. "It's so clean here." you state. He walks to a smaller room and you assume it's his music room. There were two electric guitars, a tiny container of picks and a few amps and a mic. Mostly what you'd expect from a musician.

"Uh, well i don't know how to play Meddle About completely but i can learn."

"hmmm.. since you have two guitars why don't you give me lessons?"

"yeah, how much are you willing to pay me?" he asks, a tint of tease in his tone.

"you seriously need money? don't you make enough money from your performances?"

"calm down, i know." he grabs his second electric guitar for you, helping you connect it to the amp. You giggle. "Have you played before?" you shake your head. "Okay, i'll show you the basics first. Follow my fingers." you look at his fingers and attempt to copy his moves. "no, like this." He sets his guitar down, and moves closer to you, his arm behind you and a larger hand on top of yours, slowly guiding you to where your fingers should be. His other hands holds your other one, gently moving it to strum the guitar. Your brain was literally melting. What is happening? Something this simple seriously making you that crazy?

"yeah, just like that." he says lowly, mouth beside your ear. He knew what he was doing. He had to!

"Gumi?"

"what."

"why are you offering to teach me?"

"no reason." of course there was a reason. yeah, he could act like he hasn't had his eyes on you for years now, the popular, charismatic and most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on but he would never admit that.

"hmmm, okay" you answer with slight suspicion in your tone. "soo, are you interested in anyone at the moment?" you ask out of pure curiosity.

"uhm." megumi wonders for a good minute, then speaks up. "no. do you?"

"nup!"

"no boyfriend?" he thought you'd atleast have one at the current moment.

"nope" he let out a breath he didn't even notice he was holding in. good, no one in your mind nor dating you.

"so, why did you approach me at school. did you really just want lessons?"

You nod, looking at him. He was already looking at you with those heavy eyes. He looks down at his guitar in your hands.

"Right, lets continue."

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟤

taglist: @strawberrychita @aziaraei @beereadzzz @maeviees @s3ns4ti0n4l

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“what the hell is wrong with you, woman?”

Sukuna looks down at you, seeing your spine curled and body twisted in a way he never thought it would be imaginable for humans. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks at you quietly.

“mmmph.. Kuna help me.” you whimper. you were on your period.

“what? with what?” Sukuna’s words came-out with a tint of worry. He waits for a bit and gets no reply which leads to him poking your shoulder. “human, speak to me”

“Kuna i’m literally dying!” you cry, gripping onto the soft blankets. Sukuna shuffled closer to you, opening up his arms which was a quiet message for you. You look over and crawl to him, but he picks you up instead. He quietly allows you to nestle against him, gently patting your head as if you were a baby.

“hush, I am here now” Sukuna says rather softly. You look up and giggle tiredly at his softness for you which makes him look down and scowl. “what’s so funny?”

“nothing” you say sweetly. He shakes his head and puts his other arm around your waist, patting your back to soothe you. His third arm gently rubs your stomach in hopes to take away your pain. “that feels sooo much better” you hum. Sukuna doesn’t say anything but continues his ministrations on you gently.

Eventually you fall asleep, leaving him to tend to you.

[mooningningg]

Extra Credit Materialist

PAIRINGS. nerd!megumi x popular girl!reader

ABOUT. you're flunking all your subjects. He’s a virgin. So you strike a deal—he tutors you academically to win a girl he has a crush on, and you tutor him in sex, simple.

★ Chapter 01

★ Chapter 02

★ Chapter 03

★ Chapter 04

★ Chapter 05 new!

★ Chapter 06

PLAIGARISM IS A CRIME!

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THIS IS SO FRICKIN GOOD

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Your sukuna in the smaus is so sweet😭😭i love him sm pls papa more more

should i make a mini sukuna x reader fic?

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𝐛𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬

warnings : just one slightly suggestive text

featuring : toji.f

masterlist

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dinner date feat.megumi masterlist

featuring toji.f , megumi.f

A smaller figure stands behind Toji, as he shyly peeks out from behind Toji and looks at you.

"Hi.." he says quietly, making you smile in response.

"Hello! You must be Megumi. I'm y/n" you say kindly. Toji takes a seat in front of you as Megumi takes a seat beside Toji. The three of you were seated in a dimly lit, slightly fancier restaurant.

"Megumi, this is my girlfriend." Toji says calmly. Megumi nods, and avoids looking at you, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "He's a bit shy but don't worry, he'll warm up with you sooner or later." he says reassuringly as he takes your hand in his, thumb gently rubbing your hand. You nod in response. "Are you hungry?" Toji asks.

"Yeah, I've actually been wanting to try this." you turn the menu around and turn it to Toji, pointing to the dish you wanted to tryout. Megumi curiously peeks at what you've showed Toji, then pulling on Toji's sleeve. Toji turns his head to Megumi, adjusting his height to hear what Megumi was planning to say.

"I want that too.." Megumi whispers to Toji. Toji smiles.

"Would ya look at that? You two have the same taste huh?" Toji hums in acknowledgement as he turns his attention back to you, grinning.

Internally, Toji really thought about wanting to take things more seriously with you. With his past dates, they'd all preferred him to get a babysitter to look after Megumi on dates but when Toji mentioned something about getting a babysitter for Megumi, you were quick to tell him to just bring Megumi along. You weren't like the rest and he loved that you cared.

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After an enjoyable dinner, the three of you stand outside the restaurant. You and Toji were just chatting about something and as things slowly started to wrap up, the both of you hugged and said your goodbyes. Toji gave you a gentle peck on a cheek and a queit 'thank you'. You then look down at Megumi, smiling. He seemed a bit tense.

"I really enjoyed getting to know you Megumi and I will definitely look forward to seeing you again." you chirp.

"I want to see you again too.." he mumbles into his fathers side, which makes Toji raise in eyebrow in surprise. Toji was stunned. He knew Megumi was an honest boy but also knew he wasn't good with his words so this was big for him. You beam, smiling widely.

"That's very odd. coming from him." Toji states, in a low voice only for you to hear.

"Does that mean im special~?" you ask tease happily.

"Yeah, yeah, Don't get too full of yourself." he mumbles, then kissing your forehead. "I'll call ya later okay? Get home safe." He says to you, then walking away with little Megumi while you walk back to your car with a big smile plastered on your face.

tags : @dreamypirate

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More dad Toji and son Megumi please they are so cuteee like 🤧💕

𝐀𝐬 𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡

Braids masterlist

featuring toji.f , megumi.f

"How the hell do you do this?" Toji grumbles, a vibration rattling through his chest against baby Megumis back while Tojis calloused fingers attempt to work his way to braid Megumis luscious spiky hair. He tries to copy your movements as you delicate hands work their magic to turn a part of Megumis hair into a tiny but neat braid. The three of you were planning to go to the park today, and have lunch at a nearby cafe.. as a family.

"Like that" You say softly. Toji groans.

"Can't do this, ma."

"Here, let me help you." You scoot beside Toji, small hands trying to cover his while guiding him to make a braid. Toji hums lowly, with a smug smile on his face. After a minute, a small braid is formed, while you tie up the end with a tiny, translucent elastic band. It wasn't as neat as yours but it was something. You takeout your phone, placing it in front of Megumi to turn on the camera. His small hands instantly go to touch his braids. When he sees the results on your phone, he claps happily, a small smile forming as he looks up at you. You giggle, pinching his chubby cheeks softly.

"Awwwe, do you like it?" You ask to Megumi, beaming. He nods in response, and gets off the couch to walk over to the shoe rack. he seemed excited about this little park trip. Toji smiled internally, his heart warming at the interaction. "Ready?" you turn around, looking at Toji. He nods, ruffling your hair.

"Lets go" He says softly to you, heading over to megumi.

𝐆𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 + 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞? 𝐥𝐦𝐤!!