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ryukatters · 2 months

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❝ bubblegum ❞. . . ⇢ satoru gojo

˗ˏˋsummary: the strongest discovers that he, in fact, thoroughly enjoys being brought down to his knees

˗ˏˋwc: 3.9k

˗ˏˋcontains: sub!gojo x dom f!reader, pwp (very little plot tbh..), pegging, satoru splurges on sex toys, use of pet names (babe/baby), anal (kinda obvs), handjob (m! receiving), copious amounts of lube and cum, reader calls him a good boy one (1) time, light bondage, fluff at the end, art cr: takeo72

˗ˏˋa/n: this plays a teeny weeny bit into an idea i got from this anon ++ tagging the lovelies @softgirlgonehaywire @elusivemoon @amayre @kentophilia @ohimsummer and @anthoosies :3 it's our god-given right to peg this man !!

satoru could argue he was entirely unprepared for what he just got himself into; but after opening the fourth consecutive package of sex toys he had delivered to the apartment you both live in, his defense only seemed to get a little weaker.

it started as a mini splurge, a little gift for the two of you — he’s not immune to those post-valentines day sales and he just happened to come across a plethora of sex toys at a discounted price. the likes of anal plugs, several different types of vibrators, cock-rings… he may as well have cleaned out the shop’s entire catalogue of available products.

the most notable of the bunch, he thinks, is a baby blue dildo he purchased. it was for you, he told himself — like the prettiest blue of his eyes, for those days of lengthy missions where he was out of town and couldn’t be home to attend to your own needs.

but when he saw you pull out the black detachable strap-on harness that it came with, when he saw the way your eyes darkened with a ferocity he’d never seen you adorn before — he thought his pants were suddenly feeling a size too small.

“i know you mentioned buying all this to spice up the bedroom, but i never thought you wanted to try this…” was the first thing to leave your lips that day, the corners twitching with the urge to break out into a teasing grin when his face flushed a shade of pink.

“i mean,” he cleared his throat, averting his gaze for a moment as he scanned the other toys laid out on the table between you both. “to be honest, that one was meant to be just for you. i had no idea it came with a strap.”

you hummed softly, subconsciously twirling the black harness between your fingers on one hand while you examined the dildo in the other. satoru felt his throat go dry, watching you trace a finger down the length of it. it had a decent girth and it was long, a little more on the unrealistic end— but he thought, since you always commented on the way he stretched you out, the bigger the better for you.

only now, he’s more worried about the ideas starting to populate his brain. ideas of him taking it instead of you— he’s never had anything up there, not even his own fingers. would it even fit in there?

“satoru?”

his eyes snapped up, blinking back into focus to see you waving your hand in front of his face. “did you hear me?”

he shakes his head, the pounding of his heart in his chest quickening when you leaned across the table, placing a gentle hand over his own clammy ones.

“i asked if you wanted to try it out.”

he surely had all the equipment needed for it. among all the toys he purchased he made sure to include lubricant, all with the intention of hopefully convincing you to try out some of the gadgets in bed with him. but it all completely turned on him when you presented the very same toys meant for you onto his lap later that evening, as you both lounged in your shared bedroom for the night.

“i have an idea.”

you bit your lip with excitement, sitting cross-legged in front of him once you set everything down. he swallowed before setting down the book he’d been reading; despite the outwards apprehension he seemed to have, he couldn’t deny the flutter of intrigue he felt low in his gut at the prospect of exploring a new part of his own body— all for the sake of his own pleasure.

“what are you thinking?” his voice came out soft, only a little bit shaken as he saw you crawl closer to him. you moved the toys aside before settling yourself onto his lap, relishing in the way his hands instinctually grabbed a hold of your waist.

rather than speaking, you pressed ahead, meeting his lips with your own in a passionate kiss. though it started off slow, he could feel his cock twitching to life in his pajama pants, aided by the way you were running your nails up and down the expanse of his already bare back (he likes to sleep without a shirt).

lost in the feeling of your plush lips against his own, he missed the way you leaned your body to the side, how one of your hands left their place on his back to reach for something on his nightstand. he felt you readjust, then gently grab his wrists and pry his hands off of your sides. you guided his hands behind his back, and just as he broke the kiss to give you a questioning glance, he felt the familiar fabric of his own blindfold tighten around his wrists— effectively binding them together.

“huh,” he huffed softly in surprise, giving his wrists a light tug to test the strength of the knot in the fabric before meeting your thrilled gaze. “i’m impressed you managed to do it without looking.”

“i learned from the best,” you giggled, pressing another kiss to his lips before sliding off of his lap— much to his dismay. he watched you get comfortable in between his now spread legs, smirking to himself when your eyes landed on the subtle bulge of the erection that he was now sporting.

“all that from a little kissing?” you teased, matching the smirk on his face. though he flushed at your comment, he laughed with you, shaking his head softly.

“babe, i dunno how many times i gotta tell you— you drive me crazy.”

you smiled further at his remark, and he found his hands twitching behind his back, all with the urge to rub his thumb over your cheeks to feel the warmth that spread through them at his words. he realized then just how subdued he actually was, and a lick of excitement traveled down his spine at the new experience.

“you ready for this?”

satoru thinks; of all the intimate experiences he’s ever had with you, none of them felt anything quite like this.

the cool liquid of the flavored lubricant — bubblegum, you noticed — makes him wince slightly when you lightly trace a coated finger along his inner thigh. you’d since discarded of the little clothing he wore, now leaving him bare before you. his cock was not fully hard yet, but it was beginning to garner the upwards curve of his arousal with every featherlight touch you left on his skin.

“baby,” he whined softly, his head thumping softly against the headboard as it rolled back. “the anticipation is killing me.”

it was true. he felt a twist of knots and other exciting albeit mildly dizzying nerves bubbling in his stomach the more you prolonged it. he was feeling incredibly nervous and yet he couldn’t wait a second longer.

you cooed softly at him, your fingers tracing further up his thigh, leaving a small trail of the lubricant that made satoru shudder. “patience, ‘toru… we’ll get there.”

you trace your finger up, up, until you reach the very base of his cock. he twitches the moment you scrape your nails over the white hairs of his happy trail, and then your hand is carefully wrapping around him. you give him a few slow, shallow pumps, but he finds himself biting back a guttural moan when he feels the slide of the cool liquid spreading over him.

he thinks it starkly contrasts the feeling of your own walls; the sticky warmth of your cunt that he’s grown so used to, he never thought he’d like the feeling of anything else quite as much— it still doesn’t compare, but it’s getting very close to that.

he lets out a soft moan when you thumb at the slit of his sensitive head, his hips bucking ever so slightly, and then you’re letting go of him. he blinks his eyes open, lifting his head up when you tapped on his knees.

“need you to slide down for me, ‘n get comfortable.”

he nods, and he carefully slides down the bed just enough to lay his back on it. you reached beside him, grabbing a pillow to prop up underneath his lower back, and it really kicks in then. this is actually happening, he’s about to experience something he only knew felt amazing by the accounts of others.

you squeeze a generous amount of the lubricant onto your fingers, and after placing a sweet kiss on his inner thighs, you start carefully prodding at his hole. almost immediately he tenses, not used to the sensation of your hands being down there; but you don’t miss the way his cock twitches against his stomach when you start to dip your finger in.

you play around with the rim, mostly getting a feel for it but partially to tease his entrance the way he does with you when he fingers you. he catches on to this when he notices the glint in your eyes, and he sucks in a sharp breath of air at the wave of excitement that courses through his veins. he also feels himself growing impossibly harder.

there’s a slight squelching sound accompanying the slide of your finger as you push past the first knuckle, and then the second— and soon your entire index finger is inside of him. his eyes have screwed shut at this point, soft pants escaping his lips, and you feel him clench around you.

“you alright there?” you asked carefully, rubbing his thigh with your other hand. when he didn’t respond you tilted your head to the side, leaning it on his knee.

“just—,” he huffs softly after a moment, swallowing thickly before continuing. “jus’ feels a little weird, is all.”

you hummed, slowly massaging your finger along the insides, helping soothe the stretch of the intrusion. “it’ll feel good in a second, don’t worry.”

he nodded, because he trusts you; and he relaxed the muscles in his lower body to help you help him. as you massaged your finger around, the stinging stretch slowly subsided, and he found himself… melting, a little bit. a soft sigh leaves his lips and he lets his eyes flutter closed, lips parting open as he quietly panted. at one point you curl your finger, only slightly, but the subtle movement makes his breath audibly hitch in his throat.

you perked up at this, unable to fight back the grin on your face as you slide your finger out about halfway, before introducing a second finger.

a few more moments of slow stretching pass before you curl your fingers again, this time with more intent. you press them in a little deeper as you do, brushing against something soft. almost immediately, satoru’s entire body tenses and his cock jumps against his stomach.

“oh, sh-shit,” he gasped, his tone breathy as his jaw goes slack.

“oop— i think i found it…” you mumbled, but the statement goes completely over his head. he’s too busy trying to calm the frantic beating of his heart to register it properly.

you start to move your fingers with purpose now, aiming for that newfound spot inside of him, and it only takes a few strokes before he’s squirming against the mattress. he feels his fingers digging into the sheets below him, pulling at the restraint on his wrists a little tighter now.

satoru’s veins feel like they’re on fire; electricity coursing through his body and settling low in his gut. he’s never felt anything like this before, and he fucking loves it. his cock bobs freely against his abdomen with all his movements, and he’s already started to leak pre over his stomach with the sensations he’s feeling.

“you like that, ‘toru?” your voice comes out low, only barely making it to his ears and past the rapid sound of his heart beating in his chest. when he doesn’t respond you curl your fingers up slowly, pushing up against that soft spot that made him see stars. “justtt like that, hm?”

he lets out another guttural moan, a strained noise from the back of his throat that tumbles past his trembling lips. he’s so hard now it’s almost painful, he’s bucking his hips in the air for some sort of relief but it only pushes your fingers further inside of him.

“b-baby, hnng—” he whined suddenly, his mouth hanging open at he threw his head back against the pillows. his wrists felt sore, constantly pulling at the taut fabric binding them together. “please, please— oh god, fuck—”

“please what, ‘toru?” you cooed, pushing your fingers up against that good spot again, making him cry out another moan. the tip of his cock was flushed an angry red, steadily leaking over his stomach and spilling onto the sheets with his movements. you used your other hand to press down against his hipbone, keeping him as still as you could manage.

“please,” he whined again, his voice now sounding strained. “‘m gonna— please, touch me, i— i need to cum, ffuck—”

you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so desperate, like this. it sent arousal straight down to your core, making you want to push him past his own limits until—

“baby,” his voice cuts through your thoughts, loud and heavy with every pant that escaped his lips. “please, please, i need—”

you hummed, scratching a nail against his hipbone, the small action making his cock jump against his stomach. “but i am touching you, ‘toru,” you teased, pressing your fingers up against that soft spot inside of him a little firmer now. “see?”

the noise that left his lips was new to you, a mix of a whine and a moan. but what surprised you, instead, was the way his hips violently bucked into the air next. his jaw dropped open and you were sure his eyes rolled back into his head, but you were too focused on the way cum started to spurt out of his cock like rapid fire.

he was cumming, completely untouched.

you brought your other hand up to his cock, stroking him through his orgasm, milking him dry until he was crying out with the overstimulation. his body went completely limp against the mattress and you felt the ring of muscle around your fingers relax enough for you to carefully slide them out, the action making him whimper a little louder than you’d anticipated.

“shit, ‘toru…” you mumbled absentmindedly, transfixed on the heavy rise and fall of his flushed chest. his limbs twitched every few seconds, eyes still screwed shut so tightly you momentarily wondered if he’d even open them anytime soon.

it only lasted a short moment though, before he felt you shuffling around his legs, reaching for the harness and the dildo you’d be wearing.

satoru felt like jelly, he doesn’t think he’d ever cum so hard in his life. it wasn’t until you gently tapped his cheek that he opened his eyes, squinting past the fog in his brain to meet your soft gaze.

“how do you feel?” you asked him gently, stroking your fingers through his hair. his eyes fluttered closed once again and he hummed softly, a lazy grin stretching across his face.

he subconsciously tugged at the restraints again, and you decided to have mercy on him. you straddled his lap and reached underneath him, helping him sit up a little so you could undo the knot on the fabric. you slid it off his wrists and brought his hands back to his front, placing sweet kisses on the reddened skin.

“‘toru?” you asked again, waiting for him to open his eyes before continuing. “that was only the beginning, baby.”

satoru thought he wouldn’t be able to cum again after that intense first orgasm; but when you pressed his face into the pillows and propped his ass up, now thrusting in and out of his stretched-out hole with a pace he could only rival, he felt that coil in his belly starting to tighten again very quickly.

“ah, ah—” he thrashed and moaned into the pillows, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white. the sound of skin slapping against skin was ringing in his ears, and he could feel his cock hitting his stomach from the way his body jerked with every mean thrust. he tried to snake one of his hands down to wrap around his cock, but you slapped his wrist away before he could, making him cry out against the pillows again.

“you’re being so good, ‘toru…” you groaned out, panting with every thrust of your hips into him. “such a good boy all for me, hm?”

the belt of the harness was digging into your skin, fastened tight enough to stay in place while you piston in and out of satoru. you’d placed one of the vibrators he purchased into your own cunt before setting it up, and every time your hips met his ass you could feel it shift inside of you, making you moan out loud with him.

he wasn’t used to the way you were talking to him, always having been the one talking nasty in your ears instead. but his dick really fucking liked the switch, with the way it bobbed in the air between his hips and the mattress below him.

“you wanna cum, ‘toru?” you spoke suddenly, and he didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed for the speed at which he responded, nodding hastily against the pillows. you leaned your weight over his back, thrusting the strap-on deeper into him, making his eyes roll back once more. “i can tell you’re getting close, fuck— hole gripping my cock so tightly i can barely move.”

he moaned at that, loud and needy as he started to throw his hips back into you, meeting your thrusts. the tip of the dildo was pushing into his prostate with every stroke and his second orgasm was steadily creeping up his spine. he could feel it right around the corner, and he cried out again for you as he pushed his face deeper into the pillows.

this time, you were more compliant. your hand snaked around his abdomen and wrapped around his length, and if not for the way you were holding him up by his hips, he’d have collapsed into the mattress. you pumped his cock furiously, timing the movement of your hand with every thrust, and it was only a matter of seconds before he was spilling over your hand once again.

spurts of cum landed on the mattress below him and all across his abdomen, some even reaching his jawline from the intensity of it. he came so much, the sight and sounds coming from him made your own arousal peak. your hips stuttered before one final thrust had you tumbling over the edge, the vibrator now pushing against your clit just enough to make you cum with a loud cry of his own name. your hips swiveled as you rode it out, grinding into him, making his own orgasm feel longer than it actually was.

he was seeing spots in his vision by the time he came down from it, his heartbeat was so loud in his ears he couldn’t hear anything else. your hips were still twitching against his ass with the vibrations you felt, and it took you another moment to come down from your own high before you slipped your fingers past your folds, pulling out the vibrator right as the overstimulation started to kick in. you shut it off and tossed it aside on the bed, directing your attention back to satoru, who had damn near passed out.

“you alive there?” you chuckled breathlessly, leaning forward and poking his cheek. he whimpered at the touch— or maybe it was the fact that your strap was still very much situated deep inside of him. you clicked your tongue in understanding, rubbing his sides soothingly with both your hands as you carefully pulled out, coaxing another whine to break past his spit-coated lips.

the very moment you pulled out the strap and let go of his waist he collapsed against the mattress, not caring for the way his entire body weight fell on his sensitive cock. he was still panting heavily against the pillows, lips swollen and red from how much he’d bitten and sucked them between his teeth. he was completely fucked out.

“did i just kill you?” you teased softly once you removed the harness, moving up the bed and curling into his side. despite the weakened state he was in, one of his arms snaked up and around your back, weakly pulling you closer to him. he lifted his head from the pillows and turned it to the side, now facing you with half-lidded eyes.

“pretty sure i almost passed out, back there,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with exhaustion. you giggled at this while bringing one of your hands up to cup his cheek, which he leaned into graciously. “so you almost did, i think.”

“i think so, too,” you affirmed, now sliding your hand down to rub circles into his lower back. “i’ve never seen you cum like that, without me touching you.”

his face flushed pink again, a color you always thought complimented the baby blue of his eyes and the white of his hair. like bubblegum, or cotton candy— he was simply the sweetest thing ever.

“i didn't think i’d even be able to cum a second time after that, honestly,” he chuckled, scrunching his nose up playfully when you lightly pinched his side.

you hummed, nodding your head before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. he kissed back, albeit a little lazily, and when you pulled away his eyes remained closed for an extended moment before he opened them again.

“want me to draw a bath for you?” you asked him, twirling a few strands of hair above his undercut.

“in a bit, i don’t think i can feel my lower body right now,” he joked, swiftly rolling onto his side and pulling you into his chest before you could move away from him. he closed his eyes again, and completely missed the hand you raised to playfully slap his ass, laughing when he jolted in surprise against you.

“—! hey!” he exclaimed when he heard you laughing, his eyes widening and his smile mirroring your own.

“you still have some feeling there, after all,” you added through your fits of giggles, which made him pout at you. he brought a hand down to his ass to rub the lingering sting, and you placed your hand over his own, pressing it down gently against the flesh.

he nuzzled into your neck, his face now flushed a deeper shade of pink, and you hummed at him before kissing the crown of his head. “okay, fine, we can lay here a bit longer— but if you start falling asleep i’m dragging your ass to the bathroom.”

“it’s a deal,” he mumbled against the dip of your neck, kissing it sweetly before tightening his grip around you. despite the chastising tone you used, he knew you were being doting; and you knew that he knew this, from the way his lips curled up into a small smile against your skin.

#I opened tumblr at the right time this was the very first thing I saw #licks my fingers #devoured #kat’s fic recs

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ryukatters · 2 months

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ᡣ𐭩 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑!— GETO SUGURU

with the help of nanako and mimiko, geto suguru tries to be romantic on valentine’s day (spoiler: he fails!)

contents. teacher!geto x parent!reader, part two to this geto fic but can be read as a standalone, gojo is annoying but what’s new, f!reader

there's something strange in the air today.

it's not that suguru doesn’t ever have his off-days as a teacher, but between the sickly-sweet smell of sugar overfilling the classroom and the incessant chattering of his students, there's something different about this valentine's day.

“mr. geto, kugisaki cheated!”

it can't be because satoru’s class is here now, even if it does make it harder to concentrate on the activities, because satoru's class always comes in to make a mess out of his room during their elective time.

“itadori,” he fights the shiver that runs down his spine when he sees a handful of frosting flop pathetically onto the carpeted floor as the two children glare daggers at eachother, “you can't cheat at cookie decorating.”

“she did! we have to punish her!”

“absolutely not.”

“i didn't cheat, yuuji's a liar! we have to punish him!”

“absolutely not.”

it isn't because satoru went all out for valentine's activities this year either, which apparently left very little in the budget for the spring field trip because it really isn’t his problem whether or not satoru gets yelled at by the yaga (the principal dragged him out of the room not more than five minutes ago, probably to do just that).

“mr. geto! mr. geto!”

his ears perk up as he turns, finding mimiko and nanako staring up at him from across the classroom with massive grins on their faces.

there is absolutely something different in the air today: the dread of seeing you.

maybe dread isn't the right word for it—maybe anxiety or nervousness are more correct terms for what he feels, but the point is that every time he sees you, he ends up embarrassing himself. it's like he can't think when you stand too close to him, like all the knowledge he gained in college turns into a pink fluff when he catches a whiff of your perfume as you walk past him to hug your girls, like the nerves that connect his head to his mouth sever themselves to try (and fail) to save himself from his own clumsy words.

“mr. geto, are you staying behind later today?” mimiko beams up at him as he walks to the small corner they've claimed as their territory, bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet to the tips of her toes, her hands behind her back as she stares up at him in earnest.

“i should be, unless you’re both going home early today?” he kneels, moving to sit criss-cross apple sauce on the floor across from them; they look like they’re supposed to be playing some valentine's-day-themed bingo, but the card looks like it's been through hell and back and the candy markers are nowhere to be found.

“nope!” nanako practically has sparkles in her eyes as she leans forward, her smile growing wider, “do you have a present for mommy?”

…a present?

“…no? why would i?”

“because she said that people who like other people get each other presents for valentine’s day.” mimiko pouts innocently.

nanako nods rapidly in agreement with her sister as suguru immediately feels his heart stop at the fact, missing its next beat entirely and tripping over itself.

“girls, you can't say those kinds of things,” his eyebrows furrow as he tries to defend his honor, “our relationship isn’t like that.”

if he's being completely honest, he doesn't know what your relationship is, but he knows it's not as fleshed out as the fantasy the twins have in their minds (no matter how much he'd like it to be).

“mommy doesn’t like it when people beat around the bush!” nanako points an accusatory finger at her teacher, “she deserves better!”

his jaw goes slack at the vicious statement—he opens his mouth to try to defend himself for a second time, but someone new beats him to it.

“who deserves better?”

seven-year-old megumi stands at the same height as his shoulder, his spiky hair fluffing up as he tilts his head curiously to the side. his hands look like a crime scene of red frosting, and suguru stares in abject horror as the child maintains eye contact with him, licking the icing off his wrist as he stares.

“my mom.” nanako huffs, crossing her arms, “mr. geto is leading her on.”

“i am not—”

“mr. geto!” itadori gasps, popping out of fucking nowhere (suguru vaguely wonders if children might be superhuman now), “that's not nice!”

nobara materializes herself next to nanako and mimiko, glaring at him like he'd murdered you personally, “that is not how you treat a woman.”

“we’ll tell satoru,” megumi looks unusually vexed, and suguru's face falls at the mention of the man’s name, “he won't be very happy.”

satoru would be more than delighted at the situation thrusted upon himself, but no one bothers to correct megumi, so suguru is left to gape in shock as the five children hover over him, crossing their arms and waiting patiently for his answer.

“…i’ll get her a present.” he digs himself into his own hole, sighing in defeat as the five toddlers cheer in unison, jumping up and down as if they'd stormed the castle and slayed the evil dragon, and the rest of the class claps and whoops with them for no other reason than to be able to celebrate, happy to go along with the rest of the children.

it's during moments like these that he's reminded why he became a teacher in the first place, because even though the grins and laughs are at the expense of his humiliation and embarrassment, his heart still warms at the sight—as long as his students are happy, he sees no issue (he might be a little butthurt) being the joke itself.

he knows he doesn't have much to offer, but he thinks his kindness counts for something, something he hopes that people find value in. it's because of his kindness that he thinks he can make it through the next four hours of children running around rampant, after all—because yeah, yuuta trying to win his card game against mai for rika only to owe him 36 packs of bubble gum and counting is embarrassing, and todo accidentally making miwa cry is more than a handful, but honestly, he thinks that he would carry them all on his shoulders if he could.

it's only during their lunch break that he finds a moment of peace, with just barely enough time to clean up the sugar crusts and chip crumbs off of the tables, he finds himself leaning back on his chair, the ache in his shoulders melting against the leather as he closes his eyes.

and then, he turns his attention to you.

what would you like? during your parent-teacher conference, you mentioned cooking for your daughters, would you like new silverware?

“mr. geto, are you asleep?”

what could he feasibly get you after school ends? flowers? jewelry? those variety chocolate boxes?

“mr. geto, it's not a teacher's job to sleep, y'know?”

“it's also not a teacher's job to spend half of the school's budget on a valentine's day party, but you wouldn't know that, wouldn't you?”

“ouch! just say you hate me already!”

suguru opens his eyes, finding satoru sitting at the front desk, his legs crossed with an easygoing smile on his face. his coworker always does things like this—small jabs accompanied by uplifting smiles whenever he feels like the mood needs to lighten—the man wonders what you might say if you were here.

he closes his eyes again.

“hey!” satoru whines, ruffling through the pencil holder sitting on the table, throwing a spare pen in his direction, “i just got lectured for like an hour and a half, pay attention to me!”

“ow—” suguru hisses as the metal hits the bridge of his nose, scrambling to save his face and catch the pen simultaneously, “that was your fault!”

“are you saying love is useless?”

never.

“when you’re seven years old, maybe.” he snorts, thinking back to yuuta; the poor child ended up with more than 60 packs of gum in debt to mai, which probably could’ve slid if it were anybody but mai.

“whatever,” the white-haired man huffs, picking a piece of fluff from his collar, casually dodging the flying pen that clatters against the wall, “i have tea for you, wanna hear it?”

“do you feel your bones magically getting younger when you say that?”

satoru simply smiles, and suguru suddenly feels a shiver shoot up his spine.

“i heard this from megumi during their recess period, but apparently, nanako and mimiko were gossiping about how someone new was picking them up today. did you know anything about that?”

it’s 4:30 pm when suguru finishes your present.

it’s not like nanako and mimiko are much help, not with them currently getting a toy shark to chomp a sad ken doll’s legs off, sound effects and all—it seemed like no matter how much he tried interrogating the two about who was supposed to pick them up, they kept their lips shut (much to his dismay), simply insisting that he finish his present to you.

and who is he to argue with his students? clearly, the two seven-year-olds know better than a man pushing his thirties.

but he digresses, after what seemed like the longest day at school for a while, he’s finally reaching the end. he’s so engrossed in the day ending, in fact, that he almost forgets about the small predicament until the door slides open.

he’s halfway to making barbie fight off a lego dragon when he hears the sound of the door opening, his eyes casually flitting up to someone who’s not you. the man has dirty-blonde hair, slicked back to accentuate his strong cheekbones and square jawline—his tan suit is ironed to perfection, his leopard-print tie somehow working with the turquoise dress shirt—but the most egregious thing is the fact that nanako immediately abandons her soldiers to run to him.

“ken-ken!”

“daddy!”

suguru’s jaw drops as mimiko bounds up to the man (all while dropping her mage doll), latching up to his suit jacket.

…daddy? who? hello?

“mimiko,” the man gently brushes her pawing fingers off of his jacket, with a soft yet stern look, “you can't call me that.”

that's right, mimiko, he’s not your father. he's too ugly.

he's not, he's quite handsome actually, but that doesn't stop geto from crossing his arms, his eyes narrowing at the man in front of him—in fact, he's so laser-focused on the salaryman that he barely notices nanako and mimiko exchange glances, completely unable to hide their mischievous grins.

“sorry about them, they don't usually act like this,” the man looks as embarrassed as a heartless stockbroker could look with two children clinging to his pants like it's their lifeline (he ends up just looking aloof and unassuming), “their mother sent me to pick them up. you must be mr. geto, their teacher?”

"i am," he nods slowly, starstruck in his presence, "and you are?"

“kento nanami, a coworker." the man smiles flippantly, an easygoing curve playing on his lips as if he can see geto's exact thought process.

is this who i’m up against? could i even beat him if i tried?

“nanako? mimiko?” his eyes flit to the two girls, keeping his safety protocol in mind, “do you know this man?”

“’course we do!” mimiko barely turns her head to him, opting to stare up at the blonde-haired man with puppy eyes instead, “we love nanamin!”

"he was hanging out with us all night long yesterday!" nanako cuts in excitedly, exaggerating her words, "he stayed late and cooked dinner! mommy and him were—"

"—were working on a project." he says sternly, placing a hand on nanako's head and ruffling her blonde hair. she gasps in both surprise and betrayal, immediately moving her chubby fingers to fix the cowlick that created itself from her bangs as the man gazes at him with kind monolids, "their mother wouldn't stop talking about you last night, so i can imagine that i'll be seeing you more in the future?"

"…yeah—"geto clears his throat, his face warm at the mention of your name. you were talking about him? what were you saying? "yeah—yeah, man. sounds good."

he visibly cringes at his own words, and the stockbroker can barely manage an awkward smile.

“bye-bye, mr. geto!” nanako innocently grabs onto nanami’s fingers, seemingly tired of listening to the two adults and using all of her weight (which isn’t much) to drag him towards the door as possible, “we’ll see you tomorrow! stay strong!”

suguru decides to ignore nanako's strange phrases, and when nanami leaves, he slams his head against the whiteboard.

“i’m so sorry—”

it’s funny how everything reminds him of your first meeting, even just hearing those words come out of your lips again takes him back to that fateful day, with the sun peeking through the blinds, and his heart at your feet.

the setting is different now, though, you aren’t meeting in his classroom, but the school parking lot. the sun is slowly setting on the horizon, painting the sky with reds and purples, the apparent lack of cars only echoing how intimately alone you are. you lean back on your car, your head hung low in embarrassment.

“i don’t mind,” he smiles, “it really was no problem.”

“i feel like i should make it up to you, i feel awful for making you stay late—this is what i was trying to avoid in the first place.” you bite your lip, looking nervously at the pavement.

“it’s not your fault nanako forgot her bag,” he shakes his head, “i should’ve noticed when she left.”

“well that’s not—”

“see, it doesn’t work when i do it, so it doesn’t work when you do it. if i really wanted to get home early, i would’ve.”

you let out a small laugh, and yet, it’s still enough to make his heart flutter. nanako’s backpack that she coincidentally left behind now sits safely in your car, meaning there really is no reason you need to be here right now.

“so…nanami, huh?” he segways the best he can, sticking his hands in his pockets awkwardly, “he’s a cool guy.”

you laugh again, enough to show your teeth this time. “he is a cool guy,” you nod along, “his partner is very lucky to have him.”

thank god. suguru feels the weight of a thousand worlds lift off of him.

“oh, um—” his face brightens, and he fumbles with his pockets, pulling out a small card from his coatpocket, “here, i got you something.”

you accept it happily, your fingers brushing against the palm of his hand as he gives you the cardstock, the smile on your face only growing wider as you open it. there are pictures of your daughters littered all over the two pages, messily glued on (he never claimed to be an artist) with corners untidily cut to have them all fit—there’s hardly any space left open in the makeshift scrapbook other than the very top right corner, in which you can make out a messy, crude font scrawled on, smeared with the pen and glue.

happy valentine’s day. <3

“i got the yearbook team to let me access their pictures,” he’s bashful of his work, a pink hue appearing all over his face, “there are even some from today in there.”

you can tell—the heart-shaped cookies that mimiko chomps on near the middle must’ve been from the party they were so excited about today, as well as nanako with a horrified expression as a blur of yuuji attacks a donut hanging from a string like an animal.

“thank you,” a warmth spreads in your chest; you feel a twinge of heat burn at your ears, and you let out a half-whine, “god, i feel worse now! the girls told me that you liked people being straightforward or whatever and that i should get a gift for you, but i didn’t, because i didn’t think that we’d be meeting today and—”

“hey, it’s fine, don’t worry!” he raises his hands in some sort of defense, “i don’t mind. gifts aren’t supposed to be transactional, you can do something else if you wanna repay me.”

there’s a beat of silence as he realizes how that could be interpreted, and he immediately retracts his statement, flustered and stumbling over his words, “you can do anything else, i’m so sorry—anything you want! you don’t even—god, i—”

he shuts up before he digs himself into a deeper hole, his entire body burning with embarrassment.

you stay silent for a moment, and there’s a second where he thinks you might leave right then and there, but you laugh.

“that was the funniest freudian slip i’ve ever seen in my life!" you cover up your soft giggles with the palm of your hand in an attempt to stifle them.

for a second, it's just you, him, and the parking lot—giggling over a stupid joke that a teenager in high school might make.

you shift ever so slightly though, just enough that you’re closer to him than you were before, the smile still apparent on your face (though it has a more mischievous look to it now), “you want me to do something else? like what?”

“oh my god, just kill me.” he groans jokingly as you shift again, placing the card on the hood and no longer leaning on your car. you tilt your head, experimentally poking his shoulder.

are you being forward right now? is he reading too much into it? have you always been this forward?

“i’d like to kiss you, if you'd like, of course.” you confirm his suspicions, trying to catch his eye, “as a valentine’s day gift.”

who does he need to thank for waking up cupid and shooting you with an arrow?

“i think you have a habit of saying your thoughts out loud when you’re nervous,” you laugh again, the smile ever so present on your face, “you shot me with the arrow, by the way. you can go ahead and thank yourself.”

thank you, suguru.

“…is this okay?” you glance up at him, your hand near the nape of his neck, your thumb resting at his collarbone.

yes. of course.

he manages a nod, and you slowly lean up on your tiptoes (leaning onto him, he realizes), still staring into his soul.

“i’m gonna warn you right now, i’m incredibly out of practice.” he feels the need to say something, anything as your lips near his, barely touching them.

you don’t respond, as if you're having second thoughts—like you need a small push to get there. you've never been the type of person to wait for other people, though, so you exhale, your soft breaths hitting his lips, your eyes wearily checking for his.

and then you kiss him.

you don’t feel like liquid fire to him; kissing you isn’t like fireworks that explode in his brain or lava that burns his skin, no, the adrenaline that rushes through his veins makes him feel warm.

you make him feel warm—warmth not fervid enough to go up in smoke like it did during his college days, but strong enough to smolder and crackle, a slow heat that intensifies in his body as his hand teases at the back of your neck. it’s like every touch sends more and more heat into his body, but it never burns, because you’d never burn him, and he’d never burn for you.

(although if he did, he can imagine that it’d be worth it.)

you disconnect your lips from his, a satisfied look on your face when you slowly prod his body off of you. your tone is sultry but lighthearted, a teasing tone entering your voice as you poke his nose, “you don’t seem very out of practice to me.”

with that, you walk to the other side of the car, a giddy expression on your face.

“hey, would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he blurts, calling out to you as you open the car door.

you look up, gracing him with your smile once more. “sure, just call me!”

and before he has a chance to say anything, you get in, you wave him a happy goodbye, and you drive out of the parking lot.

operation: matchmaker—success!

suguru’s phone buzzes in his coat pocket—his fingers brush against a piece of paper, but he ignores it, opening his phone to find a single text message.

gogo satoru: GET SOMEEEE

his head whirls around, only to see satoru standing at the window of his classroom, the blue glass unable to hide the shit-eating grin on his face.

another buzz.

gogo satoru: 😼👉👌

geto suguwu: kill yourself.

he reaches into his pocket again, only to pull out the piece of paper this time, with ten simple digits on it, and he laughs incredulously.

(at this point, you might be just as cunning as your daughters.)

the man opens a new chat on his phone, and he begins typing.

mannn 😭😭sometimes i feel so good abt fics… and other times… 😭😭 never setting a deadline for myself ever again

i dont think theres any feasible way two seven-year-olds could cook this plan up but its for the plot so 😞

I FORGOT TO TAG IM SO SORRY AHAHA: @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat, @ughhmenna, @softgirlgonehaywire mb guys...

#pls alexis i want to crumple up this thing and eat it. savor it. absorb it into my bloodstream #kat’s fic recs #kat’s ults

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