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You definitely didn’t want to come camping. Camping is dirty and exhausting and annoying. Dirt, bugs, sleeping on the ground. None of that is fun. All of it is trash.

The only reason you came is because you kind of didn’t have a choice. It’s not even for a mission it’s a field trip for the students. Recreational, nature, wilderness. Something like that. Who recreationally sleeps on the damn floor in a tent in the freezing cold? Who recreationally climbs the side of a damn hill to live like a homeless person for three days?

Honestly, it’s not that surprising that Geto-san would agree to this. But you expected more from Gojo-san. Gojo has more of an Rich Guy in a hotel vibe to you. But apparently you were fucking wrong about that because he is excited.

Six students, three chaperone. You do have a cursed technique but you are more academic teacher than combat teacher and none of that matters today because you aren’t here to teach. You are here to make sure the students don’t get up to anything inappropriate.

The hike to the camp ground is already enough to make you wish they had asked Nanami to come instead even if he isn’t faculty. He could have taken your place and you could be at home.

Shoko declined. Flat out said no, call me if somebody is dying or leave me alone.

Why couldn’t you have been more assertive like her? You could have said no. You could have said camping isn’t for you. What if you run into a bear? Panda doesn’t count.

But you’re also not fooling anybody. There are two extremely good reasons you agreed to come on this trip and neither of them are curry cooked over a camp flame.

The kids are all way ahead, climbing over rocks and branches with ease. Yuji is leading the pack, with Megumi close behind. Nobara, Maki, and Toge in the middle, Panda behind them. In front of you are Gojo and Geto, both hiking with ease.

Then there is you bringing in the rear. Shoulders and back aching from carrying the backpack. Your backpack isn’t that heavy, Yuji insisted on carrying your tent for you. Yuji is a good kid. Kind hearted, sweet, helps people.

Panda is carrying a good deal of shit. He seems pretty content.

Gojo and Geto each have their own packs, but it looks like Geto is carrying their tent rolled up on the top of his pack. The pack sits right at his hips, and though he is wearing hiking pants, they are well filled out.

But you aren’t looking at that because that is how you tripped over a branch and Gojo had to save you from eating shit. It’s hot as balls on this trail which is extremely interesting because you already know you’ll be freezing your tits off later.

It takes two hours to get to the camp ground. No shower no toilet this is basically a clearing in the woods.

“I know we said vacation but it comes with free survival training!” Gojo says joyfully before dropping his pack on the ground. “First lesson! Set up the tents.”

“You do intend to help, right, Satoru?” Geto asks, one eyebrow raised. His long hair is rolled into a bun except a couple of loose strands. There is a light thin sheen of sweat on his neck.

“They are learning,” Gojo says. He puts his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath. “Ahh, smell the fresh mountain air, Suguru. Clear, crisp.”

“Humid,” Nobara says. “Itadori, you’re the kind of guy that wouldn’t force a girl to put up her own tent, right?”

“Oh…uh, sure, Kugisaki. I got it,” Yuji says.

Maki has no issues setting up her own tent. So you guess at least there is one strong woman in this group.

You struggle with yours. Not because you are incapable but because putting up a tent by yourself takes skills you don’t possess as somebody who doesn’t like tent camping. You definitely are not pretending to be helpless so Geto will come offer to help you and bully Gojo into helping too.

You try your best to look like you absolutely know what you are doing while not knowing what you are doing and obviously you can’t figure it out even though you hold several degrees.

Gojo is watching you from where he is setting up his own tent with Geto. Honestly, Geto is doing most of the work over there. Gojo is just holding the fabric in his hands while Geto threads everything.

He says something to Geto and Geto looks up. Right at you. They stare a few minutes and you try to act like you don’t notice but you definitely notice. Geto smiles a kind of warm soft smile and even though its probably condescending your nipples tingle anyway.

“Do you need help with that, sensei?” Maki asks.

“Oh, no, I have it. You’ve done enough. Go get a drink and rest,” you say.

“Are you sure? You look like you are having a hard time,” she says.

Condescending little brat. “No. Its okay. Thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” she says and walks away.

Nobara is lounging in a little chair. Panda must have carried it up for her because there is no way she carried that chair tied to her own back.

After a few more minutes Geto strolls over to where you are still struggling with the tent. “Should we help you?” he asks. His voice is so calm and smooth.

Though he is theatrical and funny and charismatic too, he is the quieter of the two men. Gojo is loud and cheerful and overwhelming.

“Oh, I hate to ask you guys to help me. I just don’t have much experience with camping,” you say, trying to keep your voice normal instead of desperate.

His eyes are a beautiful violet, and though they are naturally more narrow than Gojo’s, they are still somehow intense. For a moment you wonder what they might look like when he…

“It’s fine. We can’t leave you without a tent. The bears might get you,” he teases.

Despite yourself you let out an embarrassing giggle.

“Satoru, come over here and let’s help our colleague.”

Gojo looks up before looking at their finished tent, and then he sighs. He comes over to where you are standing with Geto. He starts picking up the tent and you and Geto work together to get the poles threaded.

Yuji and Megumi are sitting on a log near the fire ring drinking cold cans of melon soda.

Once your tent is up and staked to the ground you thank both of the men and find your sleeping bag rolled and clipped to the bottom of your pack. You have an extra blanket too. Your pillow is small but at least it exists.

“We should get started in a fire. Did Maki and Panda go to collect wood?” Geto asks Gojo as they walk away.

Everybody knows they have been close since they were students. They are always casually at ease with each other. They touch each other and poke at each other and you suspect there might be something more than just average friendship there. But you don’t care because you also know they are into women and its all a fantasy anyway right?

You are colleagues and you are chaperoning a field trip and that is all you are doing. This isn’t anything beyond that.

Once everyone has their tents set up and unpacked Geto starts messing with the fire while Gojo stands over him, hands in his pockets, button down shirt untucked, sleeves rolled back. You aren’t staring at his forearms but you do happen to notice them because they are right there after all.

His collar is unbuttoned and you can see the tendons of his neck and the curve if his Adam’s apple. He is wearing sunglasses instead if his blindfold and his hair falls down over his eyes and it catches the evening sun.

Tomorrow is supposed to be fishing with sounds horrible. But tonight is just a fire and roasted sausages and probably marshmallows and moonlight.

Yuji and Maki have dragged some big logs over to the fire area so everyone can sit without being in the dirt. She sits with Toge and Panda, Nobara has her small chair. Megumi and Yuji sit together, holding sausages out over the fire on skewers.

There is room on what the students have deemed the teacher’s sofa, the biggest of the three logs. Gojo and Geto are sitting together, legs spread, thighs touching. You look around the little set up and decide to just sit next to one of them. There is more room next to Geto so you take a seat, knees pressed together so not to take up too much room.

Unlike Gojo who has his legs spread and sprawled.

“Suguruuuu…” Gojo says. “Why did you get these cheap sausages? You could have gotten the cheese filled ones.”

“The school paid for our food. Principal Yaga would have had a fit if I requested enough cheese filled sausages to feed 8 humans and Panda.”

“But it would have been worth it,” Gojo says. He leans forward and looks at you. “Don’t you agree? Tell Suguru he is wrong.”

You smile but you just shake your head. “I wasn’t in charge of planning I have no say.”

“I agree with Gojo-sensei,” Megumi says. “These are mediocre and heavy on salt.”

“They are a bit salty,” Geto says with a frown. “But tomorrow we should hopefully have plenty of fresh fish from the lake.” He turns to you. “Have you ever gone fishing? I know you said you don’t have much experience with camping.”

You check your sausage to see if its warmed through yet. “I have. But never caught anything.”

“Anybody who can’t catch their dinner tomorrow will have to go hungry,” Gojo says.

“Then I suppose you will be skipping that meal,” Geto says.

You catch yourself laughing. “I guess if I can’t catch anything its just rice for me.”

Suguru looks at you in a way that makes your thighs press together to hide the ache between them. “I’m sure it will work out.”

After dinner the students roast marshmallows and talk about school and normal things. Yuji disappears behind the tree line for such a long time that Megumi is about to go searching for him when he returns and announces he was just pooping.

The air is turning cold and you hug yourself, your arms tightly wrapped around your own body, knees pressed together. For a moment you wonder what it might have felt like sitting between Geto and Gojo. You can feel heat coming off of Geto and you want to press yourself against him. But that is unprofessional and inappropriate so instead you just shiver.

You are surprised when somebody drops a blanket around you from behind. You look up, expecting a student, but you are surprised to see Gojo standing behind you.

“You were shaking the entire log with your shivering,” he says. He returns to his place on the opposite side of Geto.

“Thank you,” you say.

“It’s fine. It’s Suguru’s anyway,” Gojo says.

Geto gives him a dirty look but he doesn’t ask for the blanket back and you pull it tighter around your body and breathe in the scent of its fibers. A kind of warm tobacco smell lingers in it. A hint of rosemary.

The kids tell some ghost stories and goof around for a while before finally going into their tents around midnight.

From Toge and Panda’s tent you hear Toge say “Spicy Tuna Roe” in a tone that suggests it was profane.

Geto laughs a little to himself. “I wonder what Panda has done to warrant that?”

“I couldn’t say, but we all know who will be the warmest tonight,” Gojo says. He stands up and stretches his arms up over his head. “I think I’ll turn in for the night. Coming Suguru?”

“You need your cuddle buddy?” you ask.

They both look at you and you have to press your knees together again. Your underwear are wet.

“Somebody has to keep him warm at night,” Geto says with a grin.

You have to swallow because if you don’t you will choke. You stand up and unwrap the blanket from your shoulders and go to hand it to Geto. “Thank you for letting me borrow it,” you say.

He waves you off. “Keep it. It’s cold tonight and I have Satoru’s ego to keep me warm.”

“Thank you…” you say.

You wrap it around yourself again and start making your way to your tent, which is near theirs. You hear the fire sizzle out as Geto pours water over the embers before he joins Gojo in their tent.

You get undressed and into a tank top and shorts before getting into your sleeping bag and under the extra blankets. No matter how cold you might be you can never sleep in sweats or long pants.

As you get settled in you can hear some rustling in their tent because its closest to yours. Nothing that sounds definite but enough to get your imagination going. You press your hand between your thighs, trying to calm the ache. It doesn’t work.

The next morning you wake up and smell fire. Your back and hip are sore but you don’t feel as bad as you expected. You get up and step out into the cold morning air and immediately your nipples turn rock hard under your tank top.

Geto is up, poking at the fire, a kettle sitting in the embers to the side. He looks up at you. “Good morning, did you sleep well?”

The cold air prickles your skin. It feels kind of good in a masochistic way.

“I slept okay for sleeping on the ground,” you say. You stretch your arms up over your head, pushing your chest out.

He is looking at you, but when he notices you noticing he looks back at the fire. “Satoru is awake too. I think he went down to the creek to wash his face.”

“Oh? In the creek? That water is probably like -6°C,” you say.

He chuckles. “Satoru can’t let his face go unwashed even if he has to freeze it.” He gets the kettle out of the fire. “Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be great,” You say. “Are the students not up yet?”

“I think Megumi might be up. He might have gone up to watch the sunrise.” He pours water into a tin mug and stirs in some instant coffee. “We have onigiri for breakfast.”

You notice that his hair is loose, hanging down to his waist. It looks soft, silky. You wonder if Gojo ever pulls it. You shake your head, where did that thought come from?

There are some onigiri laid out on a little straw mat. You select one with salmon filling and take your coffee. You take a seat on the Teacher’s Sofa log near the fire to warm up a little while you eat.

Gojo emerges from the tree line dressed in sweat pants and a hoodie. His skin is pale and glistening in the early morning light. His hair falls down over his eyes how it always does when he isn’t wearing the blindfold and he looks like a fine dessert.

You sip your coffee and look down at the fire. It smells smoky and earthy and there is dirt on your feet and for a moment you imagine there being dirt on your knees and then you snap yourself out of it.

Gojo casually leans against Geto. “Suguruuuuuu. Surely we must have something more exciting than this for breakfast.”

Geto shakes his head. You notice his hand lightly on Gojo’s waist for just a fraction of a second and you know it shouldn’t make your pussy ache like this but you can’t help it. You take a sip of your coffee. Geto’s hands are big, strong looking. Veined. Different from Gojo’s, which are long and the fingers are long and you have thought about those fingers so many times you have lost count.

“Oh, Satoru. Just eat what we have and stop complaining. Next year you can campaign for a resort vacation instead,” Geto says.

Gojo selects an onigiri and gets his own mug of coffee before he comes and plants himself next to you on the log. You are seated in the middle of it, you hadn’t expected him to join you. His leg brushes your leg and he grins at you.

“Sleep well?” he asks. His eyes are uncovered for now, the morning still new so they haven’t had time to load him with sensory input. He takes a drink from his cup and you can small his tooth paste and you are unsurprised that it smells like cinnamon rather than mint.

“I slept okay for sleeping on the ground,” you repeat.

His lips distract you and for a moment you wonder if they are soft. You imagine what it would be like to feel them against yours, those long fingers wrapped around your throat.

“Yea, sleeping on the hard floor has its faults,” he says. He bites into his rice ball, taking a third if it in one bite. “Were you warm enough?”

“Yes, the blanket was really helpful. I appreciate Geto-san letting me borrow it.”

Geto comes and sits on the other side of you and you feel your own pulse go up. Its hammering in your chest, in your ears.

“I’m glad you got some use out of it. One of us might as well have,” he says. His hair brushes your shoulder and you bite your own tongue.

“Were you not warm enough?” you ask, feeling a little guilty for keeping his blanket.

“Oh, I was fine. Satoru and I shared each other’s heat,” he says and his voice is low and you might be imagining it but it might be suggestive.

You look up at him for a moment and his eyes lock on yours and you suddenly became aware of Gojo right behind you. It feels intentional, like they are closing in on you and you are not going to stop them. Gojo’s arm touches yours and Geto is still looking at your face and your throat has gone dry but your underwear are wet.

“Sensei! What’s for breakfast!” The sound of Yuji’s voice snaps the tension and you can’t tell if it was real or imaginary but you can’t seem to catch your breath.

Geto looks away. He smiles warmly at Yuji, the kind of smile that makes his eyes nearly shut. “Itadori-kun. Good morning.”

Gojo adjusts a little so he’s not touching you the same anymore. He takes a sip of his coffee but when you glance at him he smirks.

“We have onigiri and hot water for tea or coffee. There is also some fruit if you want something a little lighter.”

It doesn’t take very long for the camp to come to life. The kids all come out of their tents and the onigiri disappears like a magicians act. Megumi returns too late, his dogs with him, his face neutral as always.

“Fushiguro! There you are!” Yuji yells from across the camp. He stuffs the last bite of rice ball into his mouth.

“You missed breakfast,” Maki says.

“There must be something left,” Yuji says, his eyes wide.

“Kelp,” Toge says with a shake of his head.

“Nobody saved anything for Fushiguro?”

“Serves him right disappearing into the woods before dawn,” Panda says.

Gojo gives over part of his breakfast without making a big deal about it.

By the time everyone has eaten it’s mid morning. The students are dressed for the fishing trip. You are still uncertain about this, especially because you know that fishing comes with hiking and you didn’t enjoy hiking yesterday.

The hike to the lake isn’t as bad but the ground is uneven and a couple of times you stumble and Geto or Gojo are both perfectly willing to steady you but every time your skin touches your body lights on fire.

You have to be careful because your cursed technique lets you create electric sparks from your finger tips and being this excited is going to shock someone.

You get to the lake and despite the mosquitoes and assorted humidity and dirt, the water is beautiful. Clear and sparkling in the sunlight, trees everywhere reflecting off the water.

Yuji tears off his hoodie and runs into the water. By now its 11 am and the heat is setting in and every time a mosquito lands on you you zap it because there are consequences to trying to drink blood from a live circuit.

The kids are swimming and playing around in the water while Geto gets fishing poles set up.

Gojo is standing at the edge of the lake in cargo shorts with a straw hat around his neck and his hands on his hips. Relaxed, spine slouched in a way that pushes his hips forward and his shoulders together and you shouldn’t notice such things because you technically work with this man.

“Gojo-sensei! Come on get in the water! Its fun!” Yuji calls.

You know that water is probably freezing because this lake is made of snow run off but kids are crazy and there is nothing you can say that will stop them.

“You are going to run off all of the fish and tonight we will starve,” Gojo says.

“What, can’t you swim?!”

Gojo pulls his shirt off over his head and immediately you realize you are happy to be a woman because its so much easier to hide your arousal this way.

His body is long, lanky, and solid. Each muscle defined and carved out under his skin. The skin is pale and flawless, his nipples a light pink against his chest, his waist trim and lean. His v-line razor sharp, and from his navel a trail of white hairs leads down to the waist band of his shorts.

You’re going to have to get into the water just to calm yourself down. You look to the left and see that you are not the only one staring. Geto is holding a fishing pole in one hand and a lure in the other but he is not moving.

You find that very interesting but it seems like lately you find everything very interesting about these two. Though you have never been particularly good at the game you seldom have had to work very hard to get what you want, especially when what you want is dick. And right at this moment that is exactly what you want.

Gojo gets into the water and his body clenches from the cold but then before long he is playing around with the students, splashing water and creating chaos.

Panda is sitting on the bank watching because he doesn’t like to get wet. He’s enjoying the sunshine while you enjoy the view.

After a little while the students get out of the water and actually do some fishing.

You struggle with the bait and you stab your own finger once and then Gojo must take pity on you because he comes to help you with baiting your hook. He shows you how to cast the line and makes fun of you when you reel in some lake weeds.

Yuji is the most successful of the students, reeling in two large fish of which species you don’t know because you don’t know about fish well enough to recognize one on sight you just know you can eat them.

Maki is offended that she doesn’t catch better than Yuji, though she hooks three two are medium in size and the third gets away.

Nobara catches the smallest one and is unreasonably angry about it.

You hook one and the line goes taunt and you are strong enough to reel it in yourself because technically you are also a jujutsu sorcerer but you struggle just enough with reeling fast enough and act excited enough that Geto runs over to help you, his hands enveloping yours, his chest pressed against your back.

Together you reel the fish in and you are genuinely excited when it comes up out of the water because it is a whopper. It glistens in the sunlight, it’s body flopping around as it fights the hook. For a moment you are too excited about the fish to notice the bulge pressing into your ass.

But once you notice it you can’t un-notice it and your body is hot again. Regardless you turn around and excitedly throw your arms around him not because of the new physical evidence but because holy shit you caught a huge fish.

At the end of the fishing trip the only person who has nothing is Gojo.

Even Panda caught a fish with his bare hands. Or are they paws? They kind of look like hands, but he is a Panda?

“Satoru, we have to head back. It’s going to get dark before we get there if we don’t leave soon,” Geto says, tying his three fish to his pack.

“No, no, I can feel one coming,” Gojo says.

You put your boots and socks back on. Your shorts are wet and dirty and your t-shirt is soaked through and you are thankful you decided not to wear a white one even though you have a bikini top on underneath.

“Just accept that you had poor luck,” Geto says.

Megumi has one fish but you know that Yuji will share his the same way Maki will share hers with Nobara and Toge has two small ones so nobody will starve tonight.

Once you are back at the camp you are perfectly content to let Maki clean your fish for you because you have limits in what you are willing to do. Yuji and Megumi also clean the catch while Gojo and Geto get the fire up again and you get some rice ready in a cast iron pot so it can boil once the fire is ready.

Geto skewers the fish and sets them up over the fire on spokes and eventually the camp site smells like crispy skin and smoke and your mouth waters because the sandwich you ate at the lake is long gone and you didn’t realize how hungry you were.

You put rice on plates for everybody and Geto plates eight of the fish, leaving one plate with only rice and pickled ginger. You know exactly what’s coming and honestly you are amused.

You take a seat on the log and notice that for some reason Gojo adjusts in a way that forces you to the middle. You pick up bits of rice with your chopsticks and flakes of the fish.

Geto sits on the opposite side of you again before handing Gojo the plate of only rice and ginger.

Gojo looks down, then looks up at Geto. “What is this?”

“It was your rule, Satoru,” Geto says. “You didn’t catch anything. You’re lucky our colleague made enough rice for you.”

“You have extra,” Gojo says, his lips in a pout.

“I didn’t make up the rule. I’m just following your order,” Geto says, eating one of his three fish. “I’ll have a nice breakfast with my extras.”

“This is cruelty.”

You snort a little on your laughter but hide it under a drink of water from your cup.

“Laughing huh? Laughing at the suffering of others. Heartless.”

You could share yours because there is plenty here for both of you but you are enjoying the show.

He reaches with his chopsticks to steal a chunk of fish from your plate and you can see the shadows of the fire across his collar bones and you are mad about it because you just put on dry clothes and now your underwear are wet again.

“Hey, Satoru. She caught that fair and square,” Geto says.

“Did she really? Looked to me like she had some help.”

“Geto-sensei only helped a little, because I wasn’t going fast enough,” you say, as clarification an nothing more. You look down at your plate and take another bit of rice, definitely not remembering Geto’s hips pressed against yours, his dick pressed against you through your denim shorts.

“Right,” Gojo says. “Any of you kids believe that?”

“I didn’t see anything,” Maki says, pulling fish bones from her mouth.

“I was going to help, but Geto-sensei got there first. Sensei isn’t that strong,” Yuji says.

You go ahead and swallow that one for the greater good.

“Salmon.”

Megumi doesn’t look up from his plate. He’s particularly interested in his pickled ginger.

“Looked normal to me,” Nobara says, cleaning some dirt from under her nails.

Panda opens his mouth and you accidentally drop your chopsticks into the dirt.

“Shit, I’m so clumsy,” you say. You set your plate to the side and reach for the discarded chopsticks.

Gojo stops you with a hand on your arm. “Don’t pick up the ones in the dirt, I’ll just get you a new pair.” He chuckles and stands up. He tosses the ruined ones into the fire and goes to the supply table. That table and a cooler were waiting at the campsite when you got here yesterday, probably compliments of Jujutsu High.

It’s mostly just essential stuff, utensils, cooking equipment, the cooler, drinking water and all of our food. Doesn’t explain why Nobara has a chair. No way the school provided one student with a chair over their staff.

He returns with a new pair of chopsticks and takes his seat, this time just a little closer to you. His shoulder brushes yours every time he moves.

“At any rate, if I helped her, that makes it my fish, not yours,” Geto says.

“Suguru has a point,” Panda says.

“This is unjustified,” Gojo says. “Everybody else caught everything. I could have gotten something but I didn’t want to take advantage of my skills.”

He’s being ridiculous. Its cute.

“Just take one of the extras, Satoru,” Geto says, exasperated.

Dinner is finished shortly and you are full enough that half of your catch will have to be saved for breakfast. You stretch out your legs and lean back with your hands on the log. This forces your chest forward but who cares about that.

The students do some sparring and goofing around. Maki kicks all of their asses until Panda starts throwing them around.

You feel pretty good though you wouldn’t mind a shower or a flushing toilet. Trudging out into the woods to pee isn’t very convenient.

Geto leans back, his hand behind him, his arm casually sliding behind your back. You can feel his body heat and smell that the rosemary scent comes from his hair and for a moment you want to run your fingers through that hair.

Gojo is less herbal and warm smelling and more vanilla cedar or maybe sandalwood.

You are warmer tonight between them and you can’t complain about that.

Gojo reaches across you and brushes Geto’s bangs from his eyes and you are caught in the center of this suddenly extremely thick intimacy and you don’t know if you should leave except you realize their positioning has caged you in.

The ache between your legs turns to a kind of throbbing and you press yourself down against the log, hoping the pressure will bring it down, but it doesn’t work. At this rate you’re going to have to go to bed early so you can alleviate this tension.

Geto leans down closer to your ear and he says in a low voice, “It is a shame the fire is so bright, you should see the way Satoru’s hair looks in the moonlight.”

His voice is like molasses, sweet and rich and slow, and your nipples tighten against the fabric of your bra and you know you are soaked.

They are both so close to you now that you know you aren’t mistaken this time, but still far enough away that should the spar break up nobody can say something weird is going on among the sensei.

Your own hair is black with red undertones vivid enough that when they catch the sun it looks like garnet.

Satoru is grinning, leaning in towards you, just enough that you can catch a light citrus scene coming from his hair and your thighs start to quiver just enough to remind you that you came on this trip because you are a slut.

“You should get up earlier tomorrow, you can join us for a nice yoga flow, before the students get up,” Gojo says. “Helps with sleeping on the ground.”

Your heart rate is rising and your body is burning and your pussy is throbbing. You look into his eyes and you nod lightly because your throat is so dry you can’t say anything.

“Suguru can hold a plank for two minutes,” he says, and now he’s leaning close enough that he forces your back to press against Geto and his hand casually brushes your thigh just enough that it could be an accident but it clearly is not.

You feel the static charge up around you and a volt comes out of your thigh right into his palm, shocking him.

“Ah, that’s interesting,” he says with a smirk.

Geto puts his hand on your shoulder and your cursed energy swells again, another volt, a zap against his hand and a husky hiss from his throat. “I think it’s time to call it a night, what do you say, Satoru?”

“You think she can behave herself for another night?” Gojo asks, his smile widening. “She’s all charged up.”

“That was terrible,” Geto says.

They both back off you and suddenly you feel the cold of the night mountain air surround you and you take a deep breath. You stand up and dust off your ass and thighs. “Right, well. If you want me to come out and do morning yoga, I should go to bed.”

“That’s a good girl,” Gojo says and your knees get weak for a second before you awkwardly take yourself to your tent.

You zip yourself in and change into your night clothes and you lay face down on your pillow so they can’t hear when you come.

The morning comes and you crawl out of your tent in your tank top and shorts because if they think they can just gang up on you like that without some kind of retaliation, they are wrong. The shorts don’t show off your ass cheeks or anything but they are shirt and tight even if everything is technically covered. Your nipples are tight under the tank top.

Your hair is tied up in a bun but when you find them out in the clearing with woven mats you see that Geto’s is half down. And he isn’t wearing a shirt and you throb again despite having achieved release last night. Because apparently that was not enough.

He’s wearing sweatpants and you can absolutely see the appeal of men in sweatpants. Its not that you are looking at his dick moving around in those loose pants, it’s just that its right there.

They both look up when you approach and they both greet you with a grin. “You made it,” Gojo says.

“Sleep okay?” Geto asks and his eyes tell you he knows, and he knows you know that he knows.

You clear your throat. “I slept well, thanks. How about you?”

He offers you a cup of hot green tea. It’s unsweetened, but there is honey available. “I slept wonderfully.”

Gojo looks at him affectionately in a way that suggests maybe they had a little help achieving relaxation. Gojo is wearing sweat pants too, slung low on his hips, and a compression shirt.

You sip your tea while they finish laying out the mats and sip their own cups. The tea is hot and it feels good in the early morning.

Then they lead you over to the center mat and they sit in the beginning pose, legs crossed, hands pressed together.

“Do you do any yoga on your own?” Gojo asks as you get into position.

“A little. Keeps me flexible,” you say with a grin.

“Ah,” he says.

The flow starts out slow. Stretches and breathing. The mountain air is crisp and cold in your lungs, filling your chest and running through your body.

Then the three of you get onto move into downward and you keep your eyes to yourself because you know you will fall on your face if you try to catch a glimpse. You are aware for a moment of your own ass up in the air and you have to bend your knees a few times to get yourself steady.

You move into an easy mountain pose before lunging into Warrior 1 and flowing into Warrior 2. Its then that Geto drops his pose and comes to your mat.

“Your form is off,” he says, running his hands down your arms to straighten them out. His body is moist with sweat. Skin hot against yours. He gently nudges your feet to give you better balance.

His hands on your skin send little flickers through you and you can feel your pulse in the hollow of your throat. He moves his hands down to your waist.

“Breathe. Deep, inhale in, exhale out,” he says, and his face is close to your ear so you can hear him and this is absolutely just about yoga and both of you will swear to that on any religious text presented. “Good, again, inhale in.” He takes a deep guiding breath through his nose, “Exhale out.” He blows it out through pursed lips, his breath is hot against your neck.

“Careful, Suguru, you might get a shock,” Gojo says when your Exhale comes out a little too shaky.

“Nah, she’s got a handle on herself, don’t you?” Geto asks, one hand on your lower back, the other right on your belly, fingers spread, the thumb just barely grazing the curve of your breast.

He releases you and returns to his mat, getting back into position and effortlessly transitioning into a triangle pose. His chest opens up and your eyes scan him, watching the way his muscles move under his skin. You wonder what his sweat might taste like.

This time its Gojo’s hands on you, correcting you but much more intentionally. Every pass of his palm against you creating a burning sparkling friction.

“I thought you said you’d done this before? Could it be that you are distracted, sensei?” he asks and you know this is deliberate and there is nothing you can do to prove it.

He runs his hand along your side, straightening your spine, steadying your raised arm. “Open your chest. Focus on your body.” He's standing behind you, his hands on you, leaning down over you, and you know that you are at his mercy. “Open your hips, let out that tension.”

It isn’t until you transition into a safer position that he breathes right into your ear, “The pillow didn’t work.”

He returns to his mat and your legs are shaky and your face is hot.

The sun is higher in the sky now, the morning pink and orange fading away. You finish the flow and then as promised, Geto and Gojo get into plank positions. Spines straight, the curves of their biceps standing out. Gojo has removed the compression shirt. Forearms veined and straining under their weight.

Geto’s hair falls forward, brushing against his shoulders, handing down over his face. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable or like this is taking a great deal of effort. He seamlessly moves into a side plank, holds it for several seconds before returning to a flat plank, then into the opposite side.

Gojo follows his lead, but you hear little groans with each transition. Soft little ugh and mpht sounds.

Your mind is wandering, hearing each little moan and groan and wondering if that’s what it would sound like when he fucks you. You are sitting on your mat now, sipping a second cup of green tea watching them go through their planks before finally they drop into a set of push ups, their muscles contracting, shoulders clenching on the drop, arching on the rise.

They are still showing off, now in Two Point planks, when Maki wanders over looking irritated. “Hey, idiots, are we going to eat and get ready for the day or are you two just going to keep bird dogging instead of doing your jobs?”

They drop down onto their knees and sit back on their heels. “Sorry, we must have lost track of time,” Geto says. He’s breathing a little hard, his stomach and chest expanding with his inhale.

“Panda is about to start helping himself.”

They get up and both offer you their hands. You have a full day and night left on this mountain and you don’t know how much more you can take.

You eat the rest of your fish with left over rice and scrambled egg all mixed together with soy sauce and a sweet kind of sauce and some pickled plums. Its nice and comforting after your vigorous morning.

Today’s agenda is more hiking to a look out point where you have a picnic lunch of cold chicken and noodles and the students all take photos and selfies.

There are some old statues along the way and you stumble across some ruins that the students are excited to explore.

The ruins are also interesting to you, because you are after all a teacher and history is something you can appreciate. You wander around for a while, occasionally remind the students to be respectful.

Megumi takes some photos at the ruins and seems genuinely interested in them which makes you feel pretty good because you want all of your students to have a good time on their leisure trip.

By the time you return to camp you are sweaty and kind of gross and your muscles are tired from days of hiking. Tonight is the night you have been waiting for, the curry cooked over the camp fire. Gojo promised he was cooking and that it would be the best curry you ever ate. You have high hopes.

He puts spices into the cast iron pot and toasts them over the fire, squatting in front if of the fire with his blindfold in. You sit on the teacher’s log while you watch him cook, his sleeves rolled back, his pants pulled taunt across his thighs, gathered at his groin. You sip water and try to look like you aren’t being weird.

“We are going down to the creek to wash up,” Megumi says, standing with Yuji and Toge. They all have towels thrown over their shoulders.

“You three better not take too long, I also need a bath and I am not doing it with a bunch of boys,” Nobara says.

“You can be patient,” Megumi says.

“Benito flakes.”

“I swear I will come down there with my hammer if you don’t make it quick,” Nobara says.

“Now, now, the boys can take thirty minutes, then the girls can have thirty minutes,” Geto says from where he is prepping the vegetables. Carrots, potatoes, onions and garlic. Maybe some leeks.

“What kind of meat are you putting in it?” you ask

“Chicken. The assistant managers delivered it fresh while we were hiking,” Gojo says. “along with fresh sodas and water.”

You feel for whatever grunt had to hike up here with a bunch of supplies while Ijichi waited in the parking lot. Its not a short hike, hopefully they can move easily.

“That explains why the coolers had fresh ice,” you say. It must have been a team moving because there are two coolers now too.

“Yaga didn’t want to take a chance at us poisoning the students with three day old chicken floating in a bucket of melted water,” he jokes.

That definitely sounds like good judgement on Yaga’s part. Though you have to wonder where Yaga chose to spend his vacation. Probably at a nice onsen or something instead of out here in the dirt.

Geto brings the vegetables to Gojo and he adds them to the pot. “You know I have heard of a hidden hot springs close to here. I wonder where it is.” He smiles down at you. “It might be refreshing on tired muscles.”

You swallow.

Gojo fills the pot with the necessary amount of water, a splash of a few sauces, and dumps the cubed chicken into it before placing the lid securely over the pot. Then he joins you on the log. “A natural hot spring?”

“Yes. Private and secluded,” Geto says.

The girls left a few minutes ago and the boys have not yet returned. Panda went out into the woods to do whatever Panda does. He doesn’t really bathe but he probably scratches on tree bark or something.

Gojo’s thigh is right against yours and when he leans forward to poke the fire with a stick he puts his hand on your leg for balance. You manage not to shock him but you feel the current under his hand.

Everybody is back from the creek by the time the curry is ready and Gojo serves it over rice with little dinner rolls on the side.

You take a bite and it is delicious. Not too spicy but it has a light kick that sits in the back of your throat. Its warm and comforting and heavy without being too much. Though its rich and savory there is a hint of sweetness.

“Wow, Sensei! This is delicious!” Yuji exclaims.

“It’s not bad,” Megumi says.

“Tuna Mayo.”

Gojo is beaming.

“Alright, let’s finish up the marshmallows and then into your tents. We have to hike back down tomorrow after breakfast,” Geto says once everyone has finished eating.

Gojo and Geto are sitting on either side of you again. Their bodies are relaxed, casual. They share a look.

“Would you like to go down to wash up first, or after we go?” Gojo asks you.

“I’m fine either way.” You bite you lip to avoid telling them you could just join them in their little cold creek bath. You definitely need to wash up one way or another. You’ve got dirt and sweat in all your crevices.

They let you go first before it gets too dark. Washing in a snow run off creek isn’t exactly the exciting thing people make it out to be. Your skin feels numb and your nipples are so tight it hurts, but at least you get the days worth of grime off.

Once you are cleaned up and dried off you put your clean pants and shirt on under your hoodie and make your way back to camp. It’s a little overwhelming tromping through the forest in the dark, but you can create enough electricity to light your path a little. You wish you could create fire instead but this will have to do.

You get back to camp and take over supervising the students getting into bed while Gojo and Geto head off for their baths. You do your best to keep the thoughts out of your head.

You crawl into your tent once the students are all settled and stare up at the ceiling of your tent, still under Geto’s blanket. You didn’t accomplish what you hoped to. You knew it probably was unlikely to happen with a bunch of students around. Its not exactly like you could go crawl into their tent and let them ruin you 6 meters from the sentient Panda.

You roll over and close your eyes. Oh well at least you had your fantasies.

You hear the men return to camp and get into their tent and zip it shut and you let out a little sigh.

A little while passes and you hear Yuji’s light snore from across the camp. Its soon followed by a low rumble that tells you Panda is asleep which must mean Toge is asleep because Panda waits for others to sleep out of consideration.

Panda doesn’t exactly snore. But its like a low thunderous growl.

A few minutes later you hear some rustling in Gojo and Geto’s tent before the zipper opens, a slow deliberate zfppppppt

Maybe they need water. Or a sudden need to pee.

Then a few seconds later you hear your own tent open. You sit up, startled, to see Gojo smiling down at you in the dark, his eyes bright and uncovered. “I’m here to kidnap you. Stay quiet.”

He reaches in and drags you out in your sleep clothes. A little squeal involuntarily leaves your throat and he immediately puts his hand over your mouth.

“I said quiet. You are a helpless victim but you will not scream,” he says in a low quiet voice. He runs his nose down your cheek to your jaw. Then once you nod in agreement, he throws you over his shoulder effortlessly. Which is exciting because its so unusual for someone in a body like yours.

As he starts towards the tree line with you in nothing but your shorts and tank top you see Suguru join him.

They walk along a short trail before deviating into the woods and walking about ten to 15 minutes before you smell the sulfuric scent of the hot spring. There is a small clearing and several small pools with steam rising in the moonlight.

Gojo puts you down on your feet and pulls his shirt off and you realize that Geto wasn’t lying. The moonlight reflects off the white of his hair and his eyes glow lightly in the dark and the paleness of the moon shines against the paleness of his skin. He looks beautiful and very much like something from a fairy tale.

Geto is behind you, his hands on you, his fingers under your tits, his thumbs passing across your nipples, bringing them up under the fabric of your tank top.

He kisses your neck, your jaw, behind your ear. You reach up behind yourself and put your hand into his hair. Its silky and slightly damp from his bath.

“How do you like it?” he asks into your ear. “Satoru and I have been debating.” He pinches your nipples between his middle fingers and forefingers, squeezing your tits, making you forgot your own name for a second. “See, I think maybe you like it slow and gentle.”

“But I told Suguru I think you’re a whore who likes it rough and dirty,” Satoru says, moving in so you are sandwiched between them. The tone of his voice makes your pussy throb and you squirm against Suguru.

“See, the first day, we couldn’t tell if it was all an act, or if you were really that helpless,” Suguru says, still working at your tits.

Satoru puts his hand in your shorts, running his fingers through the slick wetness between your legs. He makes a low growling sound. “Fuck, she’s soaked for us, Suguru.”

You try to press your legs together but he pushes them apart. Your skin makes little sparks and he grins.

“We’re going to have to do something about that technique of yours,” he says. He puts his hand around your throat and takes hold of your chin. The current builds in your throat, ready to fire, and he leans in and kisses you.

The kiss is hard, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, dancing against yours, and his fingers tighten just enough and your body bucks and unfortunately you know this is all supporting his case.

You tilt your hips, first one way, then the other. You want to feel him, want his fingers buried inside you.

Suguru is hardening behind you, his cock pressing into your ass, thick and hot and you are desperate for it. He adjusts his hold on you and runs his hands up under your tank top this time, his bare skin against your naked tits and the current builds there and sends tiny shocks into his palms.

The current runs into your lips and sparks against Satoru’s kiss. He smiles against your mouth and pushes two of his long fingers deep into your pussy, curling them against the walls, dragging them against the g-spot. His thumb finds your clit and presses down. You moan against his kiss and push yourself against his hand.

Suguru bites into your shoulder and the currents spark under his teeth and your body is electrified and your legs are weak but they hold you up together between them.

Then Satoru pulls away from your kiss. “Hold her steady for me, Suguru. I want to see what she tastes like.”

Suguru tightens his hold on you, holding you firmly against his chest. Satoru kneels down and drags your shorts off of your body. His lips glisten in the moonlight, red and swollen from the kiss and the shocks. He locks them and your body shudders. He lifts you off the ground, putting your legs over his shoulders and he inhales deeply first.

“She smells delicious,” he says. He presses his mouth to your pussy, closing it around your clit and applying suction, the broad side of his tongue pressed flat. He pulls away with a wet little pawp before going straight at your clit with the tip of his tongue, rapid pointed little flicks, slow deliberate circles. He groans, hums, his hands holding into your thighs hard enough to leave marks. You writhe a bit while the two of them hold you above the ground and Satoru Gojo feasts on your pussy and Suguru Geto plays with your tits.

You turn your head and Suguru kisses you, accepting the tint shocks with less enthusiasm than Satoru but he doesn’t pull away. Your thighs are shocking against Satoru’s hands, against his face when it brushes them. Each time it fires he makes a muffled moan.

Tension is building in your belly just below your navel and you tense, your body trying to hold on just a little longer, but Satoru is exceptionally skilled and when he pushes his tongue inside you you can’t hold it anymore. The orgasm tears through you, your body sends a series of tiny volts out as it runs down from your belly into your arms and legs, visible volts spark from your fingers and toes.

When they drop you back down onto your feet your legs are wobbly. They flip you around so you are facing Suguru. Satoru locks his hands on your hips and bends you over.

“Open your mouth,” he says, commands almost, and you comply because at the end of the day he was right. You are a whore who likes it rough and dirty.

Suguru unzip his pants and lets his cock spring free. Its big, thick and long and veined. The tip glistening with presumably, dripping from his arousal and you greedily accept it into your mouth. Just as it slides into your throat, Satoru pushes his cock into your pussy, burying himself in you, stretching you. The pressure is deep and heavy and you love it.

They work you together, thrusting in sync. You gag, choking on Suguru, tears running from your eyes and he has his hand in your hair, guiding the rhythm.

Your throat is making wet filthy gck gck gck sounds and Satoru’s hips slamming into your ass make a harmonizing thp thp thp and every time he buries his cock deeper into your throbbing cunt you give him a little zap.

Above you, you hear them kiss, their mouths wet against each other’s, their lips making delicious little smooth sounds.

You hold onto Suguru’s thighs to keep your balance, his grip in your hair tightens. Satoru holds your hip with one hand, and is massaging your clit with the other one, and together they bring you to a second orgasm. Your cries are muffled by Suguru’s cock in your mouth. Your body shudders and your pussy clenches down on Satoru’s cock.

“Mmmm, fuck, she’s so tight.. you’re so good,” he says.

“Her mouth is good too,” Suguru says, his voice breathless and staggered.

They both pull out of you and Suguru drags you up, lifting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, and he doesn’t hesitate to thrust his cock into you, replacing Satoru. Satoru moves in behind you again, giving you some support. He presses himself against you, forcing you closer to Suguru and they kiss again over your shoulder and its so hot that you feel yourself climbing to another orgasm.

“Can you taste her on my lips?” Satoru asks, his voice right in your ear. “Taste how sweet her pussy is.”

“Like a delicacy,” Suguru says, kissing Satoru again. Their tongues slide against each other, their body heat surrounds you, and Suguru is thrusting in a maddening rhythm that makes you throw your head back against Satoru’s shoulder.

Suguru kisses your chest, your collarbones. He bites at your nipples, creating new little shocks. You have your arms up above your head, holding onto Satoru while Geto slams in and out of you.

Satoru moves your hair off of your neck and presses his lips against the sweat slicked skin. His tongue lightly runs across your throat. “You like that? You like Suguru’s cock filling you up? Last night after you went to bed…” he kisses your jaw, bites lightly on your ear lobe. Your body is a cluster of electricity and sensation. “We got into our tent and Suguru was compromised because of you. Because he might seem calm and composed but he has a weakness for dirty little sluts.”

Suguru juts his hips forward, driving himself deeper into you.

“Me being an attentive friend, I couldn’t just leave him in that state. But when I got him to his edge, it was your name on his lips.” He bites your neck and you moan and your shoulder sends a volt into him and he makes a whimpering delicious sound.

Suguru pushes harder again, ramming his hips against you, slamming your body into Satoru, who absorbs every thrust. His hands are on your tits now, feeling the same little shocks Suguru felt earlier. He tweaks your nipples, pinches them, tugs them until they are deliciously sore and swollen.

“I’m sure by now you’re aware that Suguru and I aren’t just close friends,” he says.

“Mhmm,” you cry, your breath heavy in your chest, your fingers closing around Satoru’s hair.

“But we don’t mind sharing each other,” he says. “We share everything and you are no exception. But now you are ours.” He runs his nose into your hair and takes a deep breath. “Tell her, Suguru. Tell this filthy little thing who she belongs to now.”

“He’s right…you are… ours now,” Suguru says through heavy staggered breaths. “All ours.” He leans forward and kisses you hard on the lips. It hurts and it makes your body lights up and volts zap out of your hands into Satoru’s scalp and he moans again, and then Suguru tenses before he shudders and releases inside you. He gives a few more sporadic thrusts, his hips rocking, then he pulls out, his cock wet and softening.

But they are not finished with you just yet, because he passes you off to Satoru who lays you on the floor. The ground is wet, slightly muddy, slick and hot on your skin. He drags your hips up and slides into you again despite Suguru’s cum running down onto your thighs, and he fucks you hard and filthy, pressing you down into the dirt, his fingers working your clit, his other hand around your throat. It feels so good your eyes roll back into your head. You reach for Suguru and he moves in behind you, supporting your neck and shoulders against his thighs.

“Look at you,” Satoru says, his hips pumping, driving you into the ground. “Making a mess of all of us.” You press your thighs against his sides and hit him with enough voltage to sting without electrocuting him and his head tilts back with exhilaration. His lips part and he lets out a soft “Ah…” followed by a rougher “fuck” and he rotates his hips again.

He moves faster, harder, pushing deeper until the sensation is like a pressure cooker. Your thighs ache, your pussy is throbbing and wet and engorged. You clench down on his cock, trapping it for a moment, and then you let him go and give him a final shock. Its enough to send you both over the edge.

He comes down on top of you. He kisses your swollen lips, runs his hand through your hair. “You did good.”

They help you up off of the ground and into one of the hot spring pools. The water feels amazing on your skin, it stings between your legs from how rough they got, and in all the little bites. You sink down into it for a moment, letting it surround you.

They join you in the water and the three of you take a little while to unwind before you have to hike out tomorrow, cuddling you and sharing little kisses between the three of you. The hot springs a nice end to your camping trip.