Tempestuous

~Chapter Seventeen~

3rd Person POV...

      When Gojo returned to their hideout, Toji grabs him by the neck of his shirt and slams him against the wall. The man could've easily avoided it but he didn't, too exhausted and upset about what took place. "You son of a bitch. You selfish bastard." Toji hisses furiously. It was obvious where the man went, Toji can faintly smell his son on him.

       "I had to... see him." Gojo swallows thickly, his lips forming a frown. He regrets letting his anger get the best of him, he regrets putting Megumi through that. It's not Megumi's fault, he knows that. It's all Sukuna's. Fushiguro doesn't love that curse, he's brainwashed. He would never choose Sukuna over Satoru.

       "You think I didn't want to run off to see him? You think you're personal feelings are more important than mine?" He shouts, minutes from just hitting the other's face.

      "Fuck it, I don't give a shit about you. Tell me, is Megumi okay?" Toji sighs, letting go of the sorcerer. Gojo didn't know what he should say or even how much. He's still hurt, still craving revenge. If he finds out Sukuna hurt him in any way, he might truly go berserk and kill everything in his way.

       "He's alive, he's okay." He chooses to reply shortly. Toji let's out a breath of relief, a grin on his face as he places his hand over his eyes. He's so glad, so happy to hear that. There is still a chance to mend their broken relationship, to be there for him. Toji is prepared to take responsibility, to truly be present in his child's life and not leave him alone anymore.

"You aren't telling me something." Toji says as he prepares his bag of belongings. He's seeing his son tomorrow, he doesn't give a shit what the others have to say about it. He knows Naoya will be furious with him, not that he really truly cares if that bastard is. Although he would just have to get over it, Megumi is his son and he never said he was doing this for the Zen'in Clan. They merely agree when it comes to they both don't want Megumi to go back to that school.

"Aw, are you worried? It's a secret, I can't tell." Gojo grins, placing his pointer finger to his lips as he strides off. Toji scoffs in annoyance but doesn't push it further. Satoru's cheerful expression turns cold as he goes to his room. Shutting the door behind him, he makes sure to lock it. He undresses and lays in bed, his usually spikey hair now down, his bright blue eyes no longer covered with his mask.

He reaches out, closing his eyes and visualizing the way the water trickled down the pale, smooth back of Megumi. His body so attractive, so innocent and yet so lewd at the same time. He wants to touch him, to feel him, to be inside him. Gojo recalls the cute gasp that left the boy's lips when he was pushed against the wall, the way his usually stoic face showed real expressions. So different from usual.

His pants tighten at his visual. If Sukuna hadn't came, he would've went further. He knows he would've, he would've made his angel cry and he wouldn't be so kind to him as he usual, especially with how furious he was at the moment. He pulls his hard dick out, his thumb rubbing over the tip causing him to grunt. He's had a hard on since being in the shower with him. Gojo knows it's wrong to see his student like that, the boy he basically raised. It hardly matters anymore, right or wrong those are his feelings.

His hand begins to pump his cock, his hips thrusting in as he visualizes what it would be like to fuck his cute student. Is Megumi the quiet type or does he get noisy depending how you pound him? Does he like it slow-no. Gojo knows that his student would be the type to like it fast. He wouldn't do what Fushiguro wanted, he's always been one to tease.

Grunts and low moans leave his mouth, his bleached cheeks turn hot. A smirk forming as he calls for him. "Megumi ah fuck. So good." He chuckles to himself. What has his life come to? Fucking into his hand and imagining fucking a teenage boy. His dick is hard, harder than ever. It's pulsating and his veins are popping out. Gojo's balls feel tight, he wants to knot deep inside him. He remembers the feeling of Fushiguro's hole. The rim was an alluring light pink, so soft inside.

He lets out a grunt, his white seed spurting and he's so thankful to finally have his release. Shamefully, this isn't the first time he's jacked off to naughty visuals of Megumi. He tosses his boxers to the side, deciding he should take a shower. "Maybe it'll wash away my sins." He jokes to himself.