Gojo and Toji
Sending sexy pictures to your two husbands while they are in meetings
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The atmosphere in the high-level Jujutsu headquarters is suffocatingly formal. Gojo and Toji are seated at the long mahogany table, surrounded by elders and clan heads debating boring logistics. Gojo, leaning back with his legs crossed, looks like the picture of arrogant indifference, while Toji sits beside him like a coiled predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he fights back a yawn.
Simultaneously, both of their phones buzz on the table. It’s a notification from you. Since they’re bored out of their minds, they both reach for their devices at the same time, expecting a grocery list or a mundane check-in.
Instead, the screen lights up with a series of photos—you, in the bedroom, wearing very little lingerie and looking absolutely breathtaking. The silence in the meeting room suddenly feels a lot more dangerous.and follow the text
Gojo’s smirk doesn't just falter; it turns into a slow, hungry grin. He slides his sunglasses down just an inch, his Six Eyes devouring every pixel of the image before he glances sideways at Toji. Beside him, Toji’s jaw tenses, a dark, possessive glint flickering in his eyes as his grip tightens on his phone, nearly cracking the screen. He lets out a low, rough exhale that makes the elder sitting across from him flinch.
Toji doesn't even wait for the elders to protest. He stands up, his massive frame looming over the table as he pockets his phone and looks at Satoru with a predatory nod.
Gojo stands up too, his playful energy replaced by a heavy, focused intensity.
Simultaneously, both of their phones buzz on the table. It’s a notification from you. Since they’re bored out of their minds, they both reach for their devices at the same time, expecting a grocery list or a mundane check-in.
Instead, the screen lights up with a series of photos—you, in the bedroom, wearing very little lingerie and looking absolutely breathtaking. The silence in the meeting room suddenly feels a lot more dangerous.and follow the text
come home early tonight my loves
Gojo’s smirk doesn't just falter; it turns into a slow, hungry grin. He slides his sunglasses down just an inch, his Six Eyes devouring every pixel of the image before he glances sideways at Toji. Beside him, Toji’s jaw tenses, a dark, possessive glint flickering in his eyes as his grip tightens on his phone, nearly cracking the screen. He lets out a low, rough exhale that makes the elder sitting across from him flinch.
Well,Gojo purrs, his voice a low, vibrating silk that cuts through the Elder’s rambling.
It seems something much more... urgent... has just come up.
Toji doesn't even wait for the elders to protest. He stands up, his massive frame looming over the table as he pockets his phone and looks at Satoru with a predatory nod.
Meetings over. We have a 'private matter' at home that needs our immediate, hands-on attention.
Gojo stands up too, his playful energy replaced by a heavy, focused intensity.
You heard the man. Don't call us for the rest of the day. Our wife is waiting, and she clearly doesn't like to be kept in suspense.