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The date’s October 13th 2018. It was a cold but nice Sunday evening with Gojo-san and Geto-san’s teachings. Whilst Gojo teaches his kids harsher than Geto, his student’s techniques are higher. Geto partakes more enjoyment in educating the kids (like a real teacher).
Megumi and Itadori were both in class, writing down their stupid knowledge about curses as if this was biology class. Geto was giving them a fucking test about this and he’s GRADING THEM. THIS WAS JUJUTSU TECH FOR FUCKS SAKE??
Megumi’s writing down his notes whilst Yuji just stares at Fushiguro like a dumbass, trying to copy his notes but also doodling random drawings on the paper.
Geto scolds Itadori for doing so, I mean, I would do it too.
“Yuji Itadori, son of Jin Itadori and Kaori Itadori. May you explain in full detail what you pondered and mustered the courage of drawing? I see that you’ve had a lot of fun drawing that.”
Yuji Itadori started sweating, stealing Megumi’s 10 yen eraser before failing at an attempt to erase the drawing from his notebook. He then feels a slight touch of the shoulder behind his back and turns around, revealing the long, raven-haired man analyzing his drawings.
Yuji realizes that, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to draw porn of his literal sensei’s during class. Geto furrowed his eyebrows at the obscene sight, it being drawn quite well and detailed, yet not accurate.
“Yuji, to director Yaga’s office. This instant.” Geto threatens, or else maybe he’d beat up the poor kid himself.
Megumi sighs to himself as he watches his “best friend” leave the room. He continues writing whatever was on the board and sends a text message to Kugisaki explain what happened and if she wants to visit him later on.
An hour passes by, Geto comes back and excuses himself before continuing his boring lecture about the different types of curses and their names.
The hour ends early, but Megumi still has class in the same room. He sits there boring his eyes into the brick wall facing him, bored as fuck.
He notices Gojo’s late to his own class, which is odd because he’s Gojo. Gojo’s never late, so what the hell could’ve happened?
Whilst Megumi still thinks to himself and wanders around the room, Yuji appears and they both do their signature handshake.
“Up-Down, Left-Right! Gojo-Sukuna, Us vs Mahito!” They both chant until the last sentence, Megumi was not announced that he added another part to it.
“..Did you just add that last part?”
“Yeah I did! Do you not like it?”
“...I do...” he didn’t.
Yuji didn’t care whether or not he does care since he sat down right next to Megumi after the whole ordeal.
“Yo Fushiguro, why do you think Gojo’s late?” Yuji asks curiously.
“I’m not sure, maybe he woke up on the wrong side of bed? Or maybe principle Yaga is talking to him.”
They both put their bags on their table and they both fell asleep on eachother in the back behind the curtain for a few minutes until they heard the shoot open.
They both hid behind their backpacks, putting their jackets on for extra protection. Gojo and Geto both enter the room, not noticing the two in the corner of the room behind the curtains.
Geto locks the door and pins Gojo to the door. They exchange gazes between eachother, staring at eachother with lust and love in their hearts.
Itadori and Megumi, both betas don’t give a flying shit about mating, but they can smell Satoru.
Yuji whispers at Megumi, “Damn, he stinks.” And receives a harsh slap from Fushiguro, signaling him to shut up.
The two older men both intertwine their lips together in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their tongues dancing with each other in a forbidden tango, secreting saliva and letting it dampen their chins.
They separate their lips after harshly biting and tugging at each other, gazing at each other once again before interlocking their fingers in each other’s hair as they share their wicked tongue moves.
They both lose their breath, getting exhausted from their love exchange. They stare at each other with lidded eyes once again, the blue eyed man biting the purple eyed mans neck.
The six eye user takes off the curse manipulators yukatas shoulder, exposing his shoulder blades and biting directly in them, tasting the blood and leaving marks.
“A-ah… Fuck Satoru!” The raven hair moans, his voice getting high as if he was some lowly omega.
He pulls the white haired man by the hair, making him let out a whine.
“Agh!... Suguuu…You ripped my hair out!” Gojo exclaims with furrowed eyebrows. Geto just chuckles at the man under him, patting him on the head as an apology.
Megumi and Yuji spot Nobara watching from the window and let her in, all secretly watching from behind. None of them really care, they just want something to gossip about later.
Gojo first starts taking off the others kāṣāya garment whilst keeping eye contact with the other man. He takes it off, setting it aside respectfully so that it doesn’t get wrinkled.
He then takes off the mans yukata robe, setting the black clothing item aside on the top of the kāṣāya, still making sure its not getting wrinkled.
Geto thinks its unfair that he’s half naked, without any boxers on whilst Gojo still has his clothes still on, so he just rips them off with sheer force.
“Hey! Don’t rip my clothes for fucks sake! I could’ve ripped your clothes off too y’know?! But I at least had the human decency to not do so!” The older man screams at the curse manipulator, pushing him deep into the wall.
He shoved his knee where Geto’s boner was, squeezing it and making him expel a moan. He covers his mouth with his hand, tearing up at the excruciatingly pleasureful feeling.
He starts sucking on Suguru’s pleasant skin, keaving red and purple marks all over his chest and nipples, leaving blood and bite marks on it.
He started slowly going down, licking every nook and cranny of his body. His wet, tingling, long tongue going across his abs and back, then settling just above his pelvic line where Geto’s boxers are situated.
Geto just looks at the albino man below him bite the waistband of his boxers and take them off slightly, just enough to get his dick and ball sack hanging.
He looks up at Geto in such an innocent way, with Geto’s dick hanging on his face, he could feel it getting harder by the second.
He kisses the tip, already feeling precum drip on his lips. He strokes it once-twice and starts slowly putting it in his mouth.
He was edging Geto, giving him pleasure but not quite enough. Geto had enough and grabbed him by the hair again and shoving his head down his penis.
He slightly chokes but takes it in, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them and staring into Suguru’s soul.
He hollows out his cheeks and begins suckling on it, bopping his head up and down on his John Thomas.
Geto let out whimpers but still resisted, he wanted to be good for Gojo. His Gojo.
His legs quiver in pleasure as the albino man, yet again, goes ham on his peter. Right after Satoru realises that his partner is just about to splurt, he covers the tip with his tongue and retracts his mouth from the others shaft.
Geto lets out a grunt and furrows his eyebrows, looking at Gojo as if he just committed the most heinous, most malevolent act made.
He grabs him and throws him on the chair and pounces on him, finally having enough and wanting to take the dominating side.
Megumi uses Nue to move all of their items to another bench and they quickly move to their seats, still hiding.
Gojo hears some shuffling and starts scanning the room with his eyes, but Geto just grabs his chin and shares another passionate kiss with him.
He grabs him by the ankles and folds him till his knees reach his ears. The older man lets out a whiny moan, grabbing Geto’s hair and gripping on it.
He takes the others boxers off too, letting the slick from his hole leak out. He grabs both of Satoru’s ankles with one hand and with the other he opens his desk, grabbing a bottle of lubricant.
He squeezes the bottle, putting lubricant on his fingers and on Satoru’s hole. The cold sensation upon his hole left him shivering, whimpering for Suguru’s touch.
The younger man puts two of his fingers in the others hole, slowly stretching him. He stares at Satoru the whole time, who, despite having done these types of activities a lot of times, already looks fucked out.
His face flushed, red as hell. Him covering his mouth with his hand and his eyes closed. His head thrown back and whimpering, such a beautiful sight.
He adds a third finger to the hole before finally deciding he stretched him out enough. Satoru whimpered at the loss, his puckering hole begging for stimulation.
Geto slapped his ass, leaving a red hand mark before aligning his tip to Gojo’s hole. His phallus was aching for stimulation from the blowjob that Gojo-san gave him a few moments ago, but he was careful not to hurt him.
He put some more lubricant on his tadger, pushing it inside of Gojo at a quite agonizingly slow pace.
He finally bottoms out inside of Gojo and the both of them leave out a whimper. Geto waits for a signal from Gojo to start moving, and Gojo nods.
He starts slowly, but surely thrusting inside of his hole, leaving out quick “ah”’s from the man.
When Gojo expects it the least, Geto starts pounding him. He pounds him rough and good, at a fast pace. He knows Gojo loves to be fucked like this, he likes to be treated roughly.
They both feel their climax arriving, especially Gojo’s. Geto starts searching for the others prostate, hunching over to reach deeper.
“Agh! Get- Geto-…Ahn…! T-that’s the!…” He moans out, and now Geto knows where to fuck him deeply.
Gojo becomes a moaning mess, pulling on Geto’s hair. His eyes full of tears and is mouth leaking saliva, a divine scene indeed.
“A-ah! Geto… I-I’m gonna...-“And then he spurts all over his and Geto’s stomach. Geto chuckles and fucks him thru his orgasm, giving him little pecks on his chin and cheek.
Soon enough, Geto gets close too, and Gojo can feel it. “A-ah! B-breed me Geto! Breed me!” He yells, and Geto obeys.
Geto fills up Gojo with all of his cum, both of them leaving out a lengthy moan.
Their chests go up and down in exhaustion, both of them struggling to breathe from their ejaculation.
They both clean each other with towels and put their clothes on, but before Gojo is done with removing the sweat from his face, he notices a small little black strand sticking out.
“Hey Satoru, what are you looking a-“ He cuts himself off as he notices it too, they both swear they’ll never go outside ever again after this.
“Hey Kugisaki! Can I ask, What the fuck did we just see?” Itadori questions Kugisaki, but she just shrugs.
Megumi just sighs and rubs his temples, “We should’ve exited the room.”
“Did you see how Gojo was getting malevolently bred? I did not predict this.”
END.