Toji fucks Megumi’s teacher to get his grades up. 18+
When Megumi came home from school again with yet another poor progress report in his sophomore English class, Toji knew he had to march into that damn school and question the treacherous she-devil stamping such terrible grades on his son’s reports. He needed an explanation as to why his teacher, whom he never heard of before, was not taking the time to clear her student’s confusion, to efface his son’s distraction.
That had been Megumi’s main complaint according to his progress reports—that he seemed to get distracted and sidetracked and essentially lost as to the material in the class. No untenured fresh-out-of-grad-school teacher was about to obliterate Toji’s kid’s perfect track record.
So when Toji walks into the whimsically decorated classroom and sees you sitting there, clad in a pencil skirt and a pretty top that demands all eyes on each and every curve—does he realize just what Megumi’s distraction is.
You politely greet him, shaking his hand and gesturing him to take a seat before you dive straight into it. Toji, for the lack of better terms, was expecting a raging bitch, not someone so put together and gracious. Even the way you explain Megumi’s failing grades and poor test performance sounds so eloquent that Toji has no choice but to agree on the fact that his son needs to do way better.
And when Toji asks—no, practically pleads with you to help the kid out and bump his grade up—you know better than to oblige.
You know better than to let that scar adorned smile ensnare your senses entirely that it led you to Toji’s backseat, riding the absolute fuck out of him.
Fuck, he knows better than to be fucking his kid’s teacher. But there’s something absolutely intoxicating about the way your tits spill out from the buttons of your shirt, bouncing in his face as he eyes the way your pussy sheathes down on his massive cock.
His hands dig into the flesh of your hips, imprinting reddened marks from the sheer brutality of his grip. Toji guides your every movement—not that he really needs to—with the way your hips sway back and forth—up and down the thick girth of his cock.
Your mouth falls open at the way his dick stretches you out, forcing its way into you as if it is reclaiming its rightful place. Toji’s lips part, allowing for the most guttural grunts to slip from his scar etched lips as he feels the way your walls clamp down with every stroke against him.
His blueish green eyes flick up to your face, watching just how you fall apart on his cock, one of your hands slipping around his neck and the other clasping the side of his cheek, thumb hooking into his mouth. You narrow your eyes at the way your fingers graze against his drool-smeared scar.
“Pay attention, Fushiguro,” you pant, still sounding admonishing. “I don’t want to give your son another failing grade.”
Toji nods in broken movements, still gasping for air as the windows fog up, “Yes, ma’am. Fuck—”
His grip fastens on your ass, fingertips sinking into the meat as he lifts you up and harshly jams you back down on his length. When you let out a choked scream, hands scrambling to his chest and the roof of the car for purchase, he goes through the motions again, manhandling you like a fucking ragdoll.
Your whines grow louder, needier as you feel the way he continuously plunges into your cunt. Your eyes blear from tears, throat growing hoarse from all the profanities that escape your lips, “Oh—fuck—shit—more—please—”
“Woah, teach, what do you go around teaching your students?” Toji questions with a dangerous supply of mirth. “What a dirty slut you are?”
You don’t know what else to do when you look down at him but to nod like an idiot.
The edge of his lip curls up, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he nods as a means to degrade you, “Yeah? You’re a dirty girl, huh?”
You nod again, like a moron.
“You think I can teach you a few things?” he asks. When you nod again, he grabs you by the back of your neck and angles your head down to look at where your bodies meet. To watch the way he splits you open on his dick with ease. “Mm, look at that, baby. That dick is the only way you’ll ever feel good.”
Your eyes clench shut, almost as tight as your cunt when you squeeze around him, unraveling on his cock altogether. Your body tenses, nails scratching at his chest and shoulders while your back arches.
When you begin to settle from your high, you meet his hazy, lust-filled stare again.
“How about some extra credit?” Toji sighs, hand coming up to rake through your disheveled hair.
His eyes dully flicker in the back of the car, blinks slow as his gaze slowly trails from your pretty lips down your tits practically spilling from your bra.
Feigning disappointment—and he can tell you’re faking it, you begin unbuttoning your top all the way before you grab him by the nape of his neck, pulling him towards you for a kiss that proceeds to get steamier by the second.
content: dark content (?), modern!au, ex-boyfriend!suguru, female reader, toxic relationship, jealousy, possesive behavior, both of them are toxic, reader is manipulative, suguru carries reader, smut, unprotected and kinda rough sex. word count: 2,4k.
note: i needed some drama after all the fluff ive been wirting lately :p, title inspired by the song poison by rita ora.
The music was loud, the bass thrumming deep in your chest, drowning out everything else. Laughter, voices singing off-key, bodies pressed together, a blur of heat and movement. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of perfume.
There was nothing like a nightclub on a Friday night.
And there was nothing like the satisfaction of knowing you were here, looking good, feeling good—while he was probably still seething over your last conversation.
Maybe it was your fault for answering your ex’s texts, for keeping that door cracked open even after you were the one who walked away two weeks ago. You told yourself it was out of politeness, out of guilt, out of habit. But deep down, you knew the truth. A part of you wanted to see how far you could push him. A part of you liked that he still cared enough to get angry.
It wasn’t like you owed him anything. He didn’t deserve an explanation when you told him you wouldn’t be seeing him tonight. You were busy, simple as that. And he hated it. Hated the idea of not knowing where you were, what you were doing, who you were with.
Maybe that’s why you did it. Maybe you wanted him to wonder. To imagine you wrapped around someone else. You told yourself you didn’t care what he thought anymore—but then why did it feel so good to know he was losing his mind over you?
The night had been good so far. Drinks, dancing, your friends happy, a cute guy who asked for your number. You felt like you were just living the moment.
But then, while waiting for another drink at the bar, your phone buzzed.
One glance at the screen, and suddenly, the room felt too hot. Your stomach twisted.
Suguru:
So…
Do you go out?
Or shall I go in?
Your grip on your phone tightened.
You:
?
Suguru:
You have 30 seconds to go out of that fucking club.
If not, I’ll come in and get you.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
You:
Fuck you.
But you didn’t put your phone away. You didn’t block his number. You just stared at the screen, pulse racing, waiting.
Because the worst part?
A sick part of you wanted to see if he’d actually do it.
And he did.
You barely had time to react before a strong hand wrapped around your arm, yanking you back from the bar.
“What the—?” You spun around, breath hitching, and there he was.
Geto Suguru.
Looking all handsome and composed, except for his eyes—burning with barely contained rage.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” You hissed, trying to yank your arm back. But his grip tightened as he started pulling you through the crowded club.
“You keep walking before I lose it in here.” He muttered under his breath, voice low and dangerous.
People were dancing, drinking, laughing—completely oblivious to the way he was dragging you through the chaos.
“Suguru, let me go!” You protested, stumbling slightly as you tried to keep up with his long strides.
He didn’t answer. Just kept going, jaw clenched, muscles tense.
The moment you stepped outside, the cold air hit your skin, sharp in contrast to the heat of the club. But the chill did nothing to calm the fire simmering between you.
You dug your heels into the pavement, forcing him to stop. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You snapped, twisting your arm in his grip. “If you think I’m leaving with you, you’re insane.”
“Keep walking.” He ordered, turning to face you, his grip unwavering.
“No!” You shot back, yanking harder. “My friends are in there. You can’t just show up and drag me out like this!”
He exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin. “I just did.”
Your chest heaved with frustration. “You’re a fucking lunatic! You don’t control me—”
Before you could finish, he moved.
A gasp left your lips as he bent down, hooked an arm around your thighs, and in one swift motion, lifted you over his shoulder.
“What the—Suguru! Put me down!” You shrieked, pounding your fists against his back as he started toward the parking lot.
“Keep fighting me, and I’ll throw you in the trunk.” He warned, voice calm, but you knew him well enough to hear the underlying threat.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” You wriggled, kicking your legs, but his grip was solid. “You’re insane! Let me go, you asshole!”
“After the shit you pulled tonight?” He scoffed. “Not a fucking chance.”
You could feel the heat of his body, the rise and fall of his breath against your stomach. People outside the club were watching, but no one stopped him. Maybe they thought you were just a drunk couple messing around. Maybe they just didn’t care.
Your nails dug into his back. “Suguru, I swear to God—”
“Swear all you want.” He said, smirking slightly as he reached his car. “You’re coming with me.”
You knew you should be fighting harder. Screaming. Doing anything but letting him shove you into the passenger seat and slam the door shut. But instead, you just sat there, seething, your heart pounding as he got behind the wheel and started the car.
What the hell just happened?
Your breaths were shallow, uneven. The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins, your mind racing to catch up.
You turned your head, glaring at him. Dressed in black, long hair tied in a loose bun, sharp jaw clenched, muscles tense against the steering wheel. The faint scent of his cologne filled the car—dark, heady, familiar. The kind of scent that used to make your knees weak.
Yeah, he was hot. Infuriatingly hot. But that didn’t take away from the rage boiling inside you.
“You’re a fucking psycho.” You spat, crossing your arms over your chest. “How the hell did you even find me? I didn’t post anything.”
Nothing. No reaction. He just kept driving, his knuckles tightening around the wheel.
You recognized the road. You knew where he was taking you.
“We’re not even together anymore, Suguru.” You snapped. “You don’t have any right to do this.”
Still, silence.
That only pissed you off more.
“So that’s it? You’re just gonna ignore me now?” You leaned closer, deliberately pushing his buttons. “You show up like some caveman, drag me out of the club like I belong to you, and now you’re just gonna sit there like a fucking mute?”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning bone-white.
You smirked, knowing you were getting to him. “You’re such a—”
“A what?!” He exploded, slamming both hands against the wheel. The sharp crack of skin on leather made you flinch. “I’m a what? Say it. Finish the fucking sentence.”
You had a big mouth, always did. But seeing him this angry—this completely unhinged—stole the words from your lips.
“Huh? Cat got your tongue?” He scoffed, his laugh humorless, bitter. “You think I don’t know what you were doing in there? Hanging around with those slutty friends of yours who go out just to get fucked? You think I don’t fucking know that?”
Your jaw clenched. “Don’t talk about my friends like that—”
“I swear to fucking God—” He cut you off, voice low and dangerous. “If I find out you let someone else touch you tonight, I’ll kill him.”
His words hung heavy in the air, dark and possessive.
You should’ve been scared. Maybe part of you was. But another part—the part that had been conditioned by him, twisted by him—felt something else.
No one else had touched you, that is a fact. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t.
Suguru was buried too deep beneath your skin, wrapped too tightly around your mind. The idea of someone else’s hands on you made you feel nothing but disgust. But you would never tell him that.
Instead, you forced out a scoff, rolling your eyes, acting like his words didn’t affect you. “You’re insane.”
His gaze flicked to you briefly, something unreadable flashing behind his anger. “And you’re fucking stupid if you thought I wouldn’t find you.”
You swallowed, suddenly feeling too exposed.
“How did you?” You muttered, almost regretting the question as soon as it left your lips.
Suguru let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “I’ll always find you.”
A shiver ran down your spine. “Psycho.”
At that moment, your phone buzzed. You glanced down at the screen, feeling your stomach turn with fear when you saw the unknown number.
Suguru’s eyes flickered toward you. “Who the fuck is texting you this late?”
You quickly turned the phone over in your lap. “Probably my friends, asking where I went.”
His gaze darkened. “Unlock it.”
Your grip tightened around the device. “No.”
He scoffed. “No?”
You swallowed. “Yeah. No. You don’t get to—”
Without warning, he snatched the phone from your hands.
“Suguru, what the fuck?!” You lunged for it, but he held it out of reach, using one hand to drive while his thumb swiped across the screen. His expression shifted the second he saw the messages.
Unknown Number:
Hey, did you leave?
I was hoping to see you again.
You're really pretty, I’d love to get to know you more.
A deadly silence filled the car.
Then, without thinking twice, Suguru pressed the call button.
“Suguru, don’t—”
Too late. The dial tone rang once before the guy picked up.
Suguru’s voice was eerily calm, dangerously low as he said, “You text my girlfriend ever again, and I’ll fucking kill you.”
Then he hung up.
You stared at him, stunned. “What is wrong with you?”
Suguru threw the phone into your lap, his grip back on the wheel as he clenched his jaw. “Why the fuck is some guy asking where you are? Huh?”
You scoffed. “Maybe because I was having a normal fucking night before you showed up and ruined it.”
“A normal night?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Flirting with some random asshole who thinks he can have what’s mine? That’s normal to you?”
“I’m not yours!”
His eyes flicked to you, dark and burning. “Say that again.”
You held his gaze, heart hammering. “I’m. Not. Yours.”
Ten minutes later, the car was silent except for the heavy sound of your breathing. The tension from the fight still lingered, thick and suffocating, but somehow, it had twisted into something else.
You weren’t in your seat anymore. You were naked on his lap, knees pressed into the leather, your hands tangled in his hair as you rode him. His fingers dug into your waist as he guided your movements on his cock.
His lips were on yours—angry, desperate, claiming. He kissed you and fucked you like he was still mad, like he wanted to punish you for the argument, for the texts, for everything that made him lose control. And you let him. You wanted him to.
It was toxic. Twisted. Something you couldn’t even recognize anymore.
You didn’t know when it happened—when what had started as a healthy, loving relationship slowly turned into something more complicated. When things shifted from being about genuine affection to something darker, more intense.
You both fell into this pattern, this cycle of breaking up and getting back together, pushing each other to the edge, testing each other’s limits. No matter how much you fought, no matter how many times you told yourself this was the last time, you never really wanted to leave. And he knew that.
It wasn’t healthy, but it was all you knew. And, in a way, you both liked it. It was a game you played too well. A habit neither of you wanted to quit.
You moaned when he hit over and over again that sweet spot inside you. With every movement of your hips, your skins rubbed together, stimulating your clit and making you see stars. It felt so good, everything about Suguru felt so fucking good.
“You make me fucking insane.” He muttered against your lips, his grip tightening as he began to move his hips, ramming you with more force that almost made you scream. “You know that?”
“I know.” You managed to say, digging your nails against the skin of his shoulders, feeling how you were approaching your climax.
His hands slid down to your thighs, squeezing the flesh until it hurt, “Do you like pushing me? Seeing how far I’ll go?”
“No.”
He let out a chuckle, and with his lips against your ear, he whispered, “Liar.”
Suguru slapped your ass, hard enough until he was sure he will leave a mark. That rough treatment pushed you over the edge. You met his hard thrusts with your hips, almost screaming as you began to cum around his cock.
“That’s my sweet girl.” He praised, laughing at how you fell apart in his arms.
Your head rested against his shoulder and one of his hands went to the back of your neck to hold you there while the other wrapped around your waist, taking strength to thrust deeper and harder, ignoring how you began to shake with overstimulation.
It was a matter of seconds before he came inside you.
When you felt him fill you, and your breaths mingled as you both came down from that state of ecstasy you were both in, you realized how much you had missed him.
A sharp exhale left him before he pulled you closer, chest to chest, forehead pressed to yours. His lips hovered over yours, teasing, tormenting.
He kissed you again, slower this time, but just as intense. Like he was reminding you. Like he needed you to understand that no matter how much you fought, no matter how much you tried to pull away—this was always where you’d end up. Right back in his arms.
You let your fingers trail down his jaw, memorizing the sharp lines, the way his skin felt beneath your touch. And then, the words slipped out.
“I love you.”
Suguru’s smirk was slow, dangerous. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flickered with something twisted—something that told you he already knew. That he never doubted it. You could fight, you could push each other to the brink, but at the end of the day, neither of you weren’t going anywhere.
“Me too.” He murmured, voice low.
Then, without warning, his hand shot out, fingers curling around your chin, forcing you to look at him. His grip was firm, his thumb pressing against your jaw like a silent threat.
“But keep playing this fucking game with me…” He whispered, his breath hot against your lips. “And you won’t like how it ends.”
Omg does anyone remember that one fic where reader is a fashionista and she’s in an arranged marriage with Gojo, who was already in a relationship with a woman named Sera and he’s like hella abusive until he falls in love with her and she fakes aborting her son only for Gojo to find out the day of her wedding with Toji that his son was alive?
♡ Synopsis: You and Gojo go together real bad and he loves spoiling you.
♡ A/N: MUVA IS BACK !!! This is my Renaissance moments (crickets cause nobody probably remembers who I am nmplpw). After lying to y'all like my daddy and saying I'm gon come back every summer, I finally returned with a lil sumn sweet for yall and who else to signify coming back after a long time than Gojo? I hope y'all enjoy and I did good, feedback appreciated since this is basically me dusting off lmao. Love you!!
♡ WC: 1.6k
♡ TW: not proofread, she/her pronouns, afab body parts, penetrative sex, intimacy, 18+, and I believe that's really it lmk if I missed anything.
“Gojo?”
His ears instantly picked up on the soft sweet soundwave that was your voice, vital to his ears like bees are to flowers. The quietness and tenderness of your voice alone is enough to provoke that primate instinct in him to protect, provide, and nurture. From his relaxed position on the bed, he’s quick to toss the phone that previously had his attention on the dresser and divert his eyes in your direction to give you his undivided attention.
And trust that when his gaze finally fell on you that’s exactly what you had; his undivided attention.
“Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” He cheekily grinned, head tilting to the side.
Your nude body that leaned against the bathroom frame was clad in a brown fur coat and nothing else but the precious jewels and gold that adorned your neck, wrists, and fingers. All courtesy of him, of course and you couldn’t be more thankful to have a man like Gojo in your life; One who spoiled, protected, and loved you like his life would end and become a waste if you left it. The love between the two of you was genuine and pure. You brought him out of a dark place mentally and he saved you from your humble beginnings. Without each other you’d both be lost and you guys knew that. Which is why everyday you showered each other in affection and love so neither of you would forget what this union meant to you.
“It’s the new one you bought a couple of days ago, do you like it?” Your fingernail lingered between your teeth as your eyes met his piercing gaze, his usual hue a shade darker as he drank you up in all your glory. You were so perfect just the way you were that you didn’t even need lingerie to catch his attention. How he hit the jackpot with you he has no idea, but he thanks himself everyday for every single choice that led to this moment.
“No.”
“No?” Soon you’re mirroring him, the same cheeky grin and head tilt occupying you too.
“I fucking love it.” He reiterates, motioning with his head for you to come to him.
You comply quickly as ever, gliding to his side in seconds giggles leaving your mouth in the process. You find yourself straddling his lap with both of his large calloused hands in the crevices that separated your hips from your thighs. You can feel his erection forming and pulsating against the thin fabric of his grey sweats. Which in turn pulsates against your bare clit the moment you’re settled on his lap. The small gasp that leaves your lips at the sensation leaves him almost in a drunken dazed, the effects you had on this man were far more powerful than any sorcery anybody could conjure up.
His love for you ran deep, but any lighthearted playful feeling that filled the room was now replaced with a thick yearning for lust. So close and passionate that you could quite literally feel the physical manifestation of your desire for each other in the form of an addicting body heat. Just as he was in a daze-like state over you, you were equally lusting after him. That’s what made this relationship so raw and lasting; everyday feels like the honeymoon stage when you’re both putting in the same effort.
“You drive me crazy you have no idea,” He muttered as he trailed his hands along your curves, his eyes following along closely watching the way your skin dimpled underneath his touch. He didn’t mind spending his family’s hard earned fortune on you if it meant he got moments like these, he’d go broke over you if he could just to show how devoted he was to you.
“I think I have somewhat of an idea,” Your arms found solace around his neck which you then used as leverage to pull him closer to you. The motion caused the fur coat to fall beneath your shoulders exposing your breast to him in the most teasing peeks that brought him to a rock hard state. You made sure to tease him even further by pressing your chest as close as possible to him as you leaned in to steal a kiss, the cold metallic jewelry in your nipples touching his every other movement sending electricity through his chest.
His lips engulfed yours with a ferocity so high that he nearly had half of your chin in his mouth as well and you made sure to return that energy just as strong, swallowing his lips right back. You didn’t even realize you had begun to swirl your hips down on his erection until you felt the vibration of a deep guttural groan on Gojo’s end reverb against your lips.
God, you could stay like this for hours, days even, but there was nothing you wanted more in this moment then to have him deep inside of you. And there was nothing he wanted to do more in this moment then please the both of you.
“Gojo, I want you so bad, baby,” You were able to huff out once the two of you pulled back from each other. Both of your lips swollen and red, a true testament of your passion in this moment.
“I’ll always give you everything you want from me, love,” His words came out in a murmur because the minute his lips detached from your lips they went straight to your neck, peppering your sensitive crevice with kisses. He teased your nipples with two quick kisses before he was lifting you and his hips up to pull his erect cock out of his sweats. Which now had a dark stained patch on the crotch area courtesy of you.
“Always so nice and wet for me, this pussy knows who it belongs to huh?” Before you could even elicit a response you were cut off by a moan. He wasted no time in dragging the swollen pink tip of his dick between your slit to collect your wetness as lubricant before slipping it inside of you with ease all the way to the base.
“My god!” You gasped out loudly, your walls immediately clenched around his cock but that didn’t stop your wetness from seeping out of you; creating a damp mixture with your cream at his base.
“This cock is all yours baby, don’t belong to nobody else but you,” He could barely get his words out in between grunts, just as turned on as you, if not more. His hands returned to your hips to lead the both of you to a rhythm as you rode him and lift you up just a little bit higher than you would naturally go so he could watch his cock slip in and out of you. Call him crazy but the sight was equivalent to fine art in his eyes, it was a marvelous sight that he adored to observe; how well the two of you fit each other. He was certain, just as sure as you were, that he’d never be able to be this connected and feel this much pleasure from anyone else during sex. Every single feeling he had for you uniquely belonged to you. He would never allow anyone else to have access to him the same way you do. This was a once in a lifetime connection and neither of you wanted it to end anytime soon.
“I love you so much.” He growls out through clenched teeth. That knot in his stomach was tightening and he could tell you were close to the edge too from how much stronger your walls began to clench around him.
This had to have been the type of pleasure Frank Ocean was talking about in Pink Matter, he thought.
“I-I love you- FUCK ! I love you more, Gojo.” You can barely get your breathless words out through pure bliss and pleasure. The only reason your eyes were still open was because you enjoyed watching your partner’s face twist and contort with each bounce you made. His clean and pale face now pink with lust and his signature white hair stuck against his forehead with sweat.
His hand travels to the back of your neck to connect you two for one last nasty kiss as you both creep up on your orgasms. This time tongue was involved and the kisses were bigger and sloppier than before, the two of you intoxicated with a dangerous mix of love and lust. Just the kissing alone would be enough to bring you to your orgasm quickly, but of course cocky Gojo had to collect some of the mixture of you guys’ saliva from the corner of his mouth and use it to rub your clit in circles.
“Cmon my pretty girl,” He mumbled against your lips, “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock for me, please. I need your slick covering me, please.” He practically begged.
And that was all it took for that overstimulating wave to crash over your body. A mixture of a moan and groan ripped from your lips and echoed throughout the room. Which led Gojo to join you in your high seconds later, your moans, knowing that he was producing, them doing the trick.
Immediately you fall off of him by his side and he’s quick to pull you into his side, grip tight as ever like he was scared he was going to lose you. You nuzzled into his side, neither of you caring to clean up just yet. Part of the reason being because you wanted to enjoy each others company and the other reason being because you were both very much still out of breath.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You recited in an almost sing song voice as you peppered his chest with kisses.
