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What’s this? A new fic? In this economy? I don’t believe it! I actually finished a new fic 🫢 I have another one in the works as well for a different fandom, but it’s not quite done yet, but for now, take a Jujutsu Kaisen fic! :) Let’s get into it:
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Warnings: none! :) (please tell me if I’m forgetting one)
Ler: Yuji Itadori
Lee: reader
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You had had probably one of the most crapy day ever. You couldn’t figure out why, but you just felt really bad through out the whole day, and everything just wasn’t okay for you.
When the day’s activities was finally over, you went back to your dorm room and sat in a ball in the corner to cry. As you cried, you felt like you were being consumed by dark thoughts, like everything was fading away, and you were spiralling and spiralling and-
“[NAME]?”
You looked up from your knees to see Itadori standing there as you start trying to wipe away streaks of tears on your cheeks. You didn’t want to be a burden. “O-oh, hi Yuji! What brings you he-“
Your sentence was cut off by him hugging you. You were surprised for a second, but returned the hug.
“It’s okay to be sad you know. You don’t have to pretend that you aren’t. That’s actually why I came to your room… you seemed kinda off all day, and I wanted to try and see if I could help” he said, giving a quick squeeze then parting the hug.
The look you gave him was a strange mix of pain and gratefulness, but you quickly changed it for a painfully fake smile.
“I’m okay, don’t worry! I j-just… got a really bad splinter, so I was crying…”
As you tried to give an explanation, Itadori listened to you, even though he knew you were lying.
Once you were done with your fake reasons as to why you seemed sad, he just looked at you.
“You know, a genuine smile would look better to me” he said simply. “Is there anything I can do to make that happen?”
You froze, resting your face. “No, I’m fine, r-really! I promise, I don’t need anything, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you”
He sighed, looking at you. “Oh [NAME]… I didn’t want to have to do this, but I guess I have no choice” he said, and a second later, you felt a poke on your side.
You eyes widened when you realized what was going to happen as you made a squeak-like sound.
“[NAME], are you ticklish~?”, he said, teasing a bit now as he started squeezing your sides before you could answer.
“Yuhujihihihi!!! Ahahaha, hehehey!!”, you say, your laughter ringing out, making Itadori happy. “What is it? Don’t tell me this tickles! Wow, it would be kinda flustering for you if that were the case, wouldn’t it?”
A slight blush appeared on your face, as you couldn’t help but smile and laugh. “Shuhuhush!! Dohon’t sahahahay thahat!!”
“Aw, but why not? It true, isn’t it? Clearly it is, you’re blushing! How sweet~! And I was right, and genuine smile is much better!”.
He wasn’t fully teasing you, it was mostly complements, especially on things like your laughter, but it was flustering all the same, and he would always to point out when you made a new sound, when you started to blush more, when he found a bad spot- well, you get the picture.
“Yuhuhuhujihihi!!! Ahahahaha, thahahat- thahahat tihihick-“ you stumbled on the word tickle, regretting getting yourself stuck in a corner that you knew you weren’t getting out of.
“It what? Why can’t you say it, huh~? Is something the matter?”, he said, teasing you.
“Ihihihi cahahahan’t sahahay it!!”, you confessed easily, thinking that would be better than denying it.
“Can’t say what? What is it you can’t say, can you tell me?”
You face was bright red, and you had a big smile. You knew you couldn’t say tickle, so instead you just said: “Ihihihi cahahahan’t!! Yohou figuhuhure ihihit ohout!!”
Itadori gasped as if you had just said the most offensive thing ever, but his voice didn’t loose his teasing tone. “That wasn’t very nice of you, [NAME]! Apologize~!”
You just shook your head, laughing to much to speak.
“No, huh? You aren’t going to apologize? Then I suppose I’ll have to make you apologize~.” As he said this, he moved his hand to your thighs and started squeezing, making you shriek in laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHA!! Y-YUHUJIHIHIHI!!!”
Itadori smiled somewhat innocently, and simply said “Oh? Does it tickle? Hmmm… apologize then”
“OHOKAY OHOKAY!!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!!”, you said, laughing hysterically.
“There we go!”, he said with the same smile, slowly coming to a stop. “You okay?”
“Y-yeahah…. Thahanks, I needed thahat…” you softly smile at him, and he pulls you into a hug.
“Of course, anytime! Just, please don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not? Honestly, it’s almost worse than just seeing you sad, so please, talk to me, okay?” As he says this, he lightly skitters his nails over your back to make you all giggly. “Or I’ll just have to tickle you”
You just squeak and giggle. He stops tickling you, and just holds you as you start to tell him what was going on and explain long why you were sad. And he listens for as long as you need.
You were really grateful to have him as a friend.
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Okay, that was the fic!! I really hope you enjoyed! This one isn’t the one that I said I was working on either, I actually made it in like half an hour today- idk how I did that, but I’d guess it was because I had an idea, and I just wrote that out! I hope you have a lovely day/night, byeeeee!!
-Froggie :p
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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
✧.* CHAPTER 44 || The Question at the End
[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, heartwarmingly filthy smut (includes choking), fluff, & a ticklish tinge of angst.
[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.7k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
[ [ chapters mlist } ]
——YOU WEREN’T PREPARED FOR the man that is Nanami Kento. Nope, nothing could mentally ready you for the way he eases his cock into you for what felt like hours on end, making you lose all sense of thought as he forces you to feel each and every inch and vein that decorates his member.
You don’t remember anything from when he was finger fucking you in his vehicle to now as your legs are pressed up against your chest with Nanami’s hands roughly squeezing onto the plush underside of your thighs while he stuffs you full of his girthy length.
“Fuuuck,” Nanami groaned, his hair disheveled and his eyes lustful and low-lidded as he gazed down at the flushed fucked out expression on your face. “You’re-, shit… you’re milking my cock, darling… hah, squeezing me so damn tight,”
Through the course of the list, you’ve experienced all kinds of sex but nothing quite like this. When Nanami said he fucks rough he wasn’t referring to his pace, instead, he was referring to the filth that leaves his lips and the stretch of his dick squeezing into you. It’s more of a buildup to that roughness he was referring to and you liked every second of that.
He’s a confident man, he knows how women react to his size. And as for you? Oh you felt like a virgin trying to take him in at first. Thank god for the car ride that consisted of him fingering you because you quickly realized how necessary that was.
Not only was that helpful but Nanami’s sexy voice was in your ear as he eased himself into you. He spoke so softly, so kindly, his tone laced in honey with how sweet it was as each word went straight to your core and only made his entry more slippery.
He hadn’t tied you up just yet, he’d revisit that idea later.
As he initially entered you, those soft lips of his were against your ear, saying things like, “Shhh, I know it’s big but you can take it, right?”
To which your nails would scrape against his back and your jaw would fall, leaving your mouth open with obscene moans leaving you, “I c-can’t-, f-fuuuck… ohmygod…” You whined and whined, to which he only went slower.
You’re not sure if it helped for him to go slower or if you just wanted him to thrust the rest in but either way, you were struggling.
“C’mon, that’s it, I’m almost-,” He grunts heavily, his warm breath hitting your skin, “A-Almost all the way in. You’re doing so good f’me, such a good girl aren’t you?”
You nodded weakly. He was halfway in but you couldn’t really tell. Your legs wrapped around his large muscular body and god he was a big man. His build was so damn perfect over you and his gentleness just made you melt beneath him.
“Uh-huh…” You babbled out to the man.
Nanami shifted down to the area right below your jaw and kissed you passionately before whispering to you, “You’re taking me so well, love.”
Yep, your walls suddenly clamp around his cock and Nanami lets out a moan against you.
“Kento,” You squeaked out, a whimper following his name as each inch of him was buried inside you, “You’re s’deep,” You slurred out.
Nanami nods, “Mhmm, I know… Here,” He moves a hand to grab your arm and you feel his fingers slip along your palm before they interlace with your own, squeezing your delicate hand in his own, “Hold on to me, I’ll make sure you feel good soon, okay?”
The sex was so soft and light that it had you utterly flustered. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself in a situation like this. Nanami moved so that his face was over your own and his eyes gazed so deeply into yours while he held your hand to comfort you through his hefty size.
His hips begin to draw back and you hiss when he then presses himself down into you again, the tip of his cock simply mushing into that tear-jerking spot inside you. Your delicate fingers squeeze onto his hand for dear life as Nanami works up a steady and simple pace. You were breathing so heavily and your eyes were hardly open.
Your jaw remained slack as soft moans poured from your moist lips, “M-Mmmgh… Kento,” You called, voice breathy.
The man tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed as he tries not to lose himself in the way your cunt just sucks him right back in each time he draws himself out, “Hm?” He inches his face to yours, “What is it, pretty? Talk to me.” He requested, and damn the way his voice was just as breathy as yours.
The whole situation was so hot, heavy, and intimate, far more intimate than you were expecting it to be. Your eyes dipped down to his lips and you felt his hands move your thighs farther apart before his chest pressed against yours.
“K-Kiss me,” You breathed.
Nanami chuckles, just barely, “Is that how you ask?” He groaned out slightly, his cock stretching you open as he voices his words to you.
You bite your lower lip for a moment to stifle the next whine that threatened to escape before turning your head to the side and uttering a desperate, “Please?”
The man moved his lips to your cheek, then slid over to your ear, “Look at me first,” He instructed.
Just before you get the chance to do so, his hand suddenly weighs into yours and you feel your fingers dip into the mattress a bit as Nanami holds himself up using your clasped hands. Then, his free hand comes up to your face, specifically your chin, and forces your head to turn to him.
Pleasureful tears are welling up in your eyes and you feel so embarrassed as you look at him. Nanami gives you this comforting small smile and your heart flutters like crazy.
“Please kiss me,” You say softly.
Nanami inclines himself down to you just a bit more, his warm lips brushing over your own, “Beg some more f’me,” He grunts, and you feel his dick sliding out of you a bit more than before, and he thrusts right back in moments later.
That was when things started to shift. “Please?” You’re so quick to follow his words, almost without a second thought.
He frowns to mock you, “So cute. Say it again.”
“P-Please?” You moaned this time, feeling his thick inches knock into you a bit harder than before, making you choke on air for a moment.
Then, your cunt simply floods around his cock when Nanami pushes his lips to yours, groaning out a very low and very sexy, “Good girl.”
Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed and the kiss with Nanami was slow and firm, wet and plump lips slipping over one another before your tongues connected sloppily as his pace picked up.
You got so unintentionally loud, moaning against Nanami with little to no control over the sounds escaping your lips. His name left you like a damn mantra with the way he begins to, slowly, yet roughly drive his girthy cock into your squelching cunt.
Sounds of sex filled the air, loud as it always was, yet your moaning was slightly downed out by Nanami’s deep and guttural groans. That, along with the lewd sounds of your pussy just slobbering around his shaft.
Nanami’s lips pried from yours at some point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his dick simply clobbered into your gummy walls, the wet slap of his thick base to your cunt echoing throughout the room.
“You’re one perverted girl, y’know that?” Nanami suddenly pointed out as he pushed himself up a bit. His hand releases yours and the man sits back on his heels, placing those large hands of his to your upper thighs and then giving your body a tug.
A pornographic moan is ripped from your throat as his cock is felt impossibly deeper inside you. The slight change in positioning made Nanami penetrate so much further inside you, your pussy squeezing around the man ridiculously tight as he ups his thrusts.
Your entire body twitches when his thumb is felt at your clit, rolling such slow but painfully pleasurable circles around the sensitive but.
“M-My god-,” You gasp, your back arching off the bed, “M’gonna cum, s-shit… K-Kento-,”
“Mhm,” Nanami hums, biting his lip for a moment at the sight of your breasts jerking forward with his each thrust, “I knoww,” He coos, “Cum on my cock, lemme’ feel it, darling.”
The harsh smack of his pelvis to yours as he fucked his length into you filled your ears. You couldn’t think for a moment, couldn’t see, drool was dripping down out of the corner of your mouth, and his name rolled off your tongue more times than could be counted as your orgasm crashed over you.
Your legs tried to close around him but his free hand prevented that action as it was placed on your thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Instinctively, your hand reaches down to where his thumb was driving you over the edge and you try stopping the touch, overstimulation clouding your mind.
“C’monn, don’t push me away, pretty girl,” Nanami hushes out.
His voice made the entire thing so much worse. And he knew it too, he could feel how your cunt twitches and clamps around his already slick member, knowing his tone and words made you wetter than you were.
Your hands continue to try and move his hands away from your clit, wanting just a second to try and collect yourself. That was when Nanami decided now was a good time to revisit his thoughts from earlier.
There was a previously disregarded tie lying idly on his bed not too far from the two of you. One hand remains on your clit, driving you absolutely insane as his other hand reached for the tie.
You didn’t even realize what was happening until the pressure from your clit was suddenly lifted and your hands were brought together. You let out a filthy cry of pleasure as Nanami leans his muscular body over yours, pinning your hands up and above your head.
He shakes his head at your expression and his hips just don’t stop pounding his hefty cock into you, the bed beginning to rock with his each thrust. “Kinky woman you are.” He comments, “You probably wanted this to happen, huh? S’that why you were being so disobedient?”
A slight smile pulls at the corner of your lips, the sight not going unnoticed even through your fucked out expression. “M-Maybe, ah, fuuck…” You moaned out, “B-But, haah… y-you’re the one who-, m-mmmh… wanted t-to tie me up, aagnh-, a-anyways…” You get out, your words slurred and broken due to his heavy balls slapping against your skin as he bottomed you out.
You felt a fabric wrapping around your wrists, the feeling of being restricted completely foreign to you.
Nanami scoffs and his ability to fuck you and tie your hands up at the same time genuinely amuses you. “Oh? Someone’s quite talkative now,” He teases, clearly mocking how just a few minutes ago the most you could get out was his name.
You bite your lip hard for a second, trying to keep a whimper in whilst Nanami’s hand squeezes around your tied wrists, pinning you down to the bed while he begins rolling his hips down into yours, again making you really feel his every inch and vein.
“Ha-ahh… fuck, s-shut up,” You babble out.
Nanami cocks a brow at you, “I’d love to see you try and make me.” He tests, leaning down so that his lips ghost your own, “Shut me up, go on-,”
His words cut off suddenly as you purposefully close your walls around him, using what little strength you have in you to do so. The man moans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so suddenly, completely eating his words to you.
You flash a lustful smile at him, “Mgh… You were saying?” Your words are still breathy but even so, your confidence turned the man on like crazy.
Nanami bites his bottom lip and then scoffs, “Do that again ‘nd see what happens,” He challenges.
And who were you to not accept said challenge? Again, you clench around Nanami’s dick but this time, you’re all too quickly put in your place.
He lets go of your pinned hands, pulling the tie from you as he leans up and tosses his head back with an almost annoyed groan. “I had no plans on actually fucking you like a slut but,” He rolls his head back into place and meets your eyes for only a moment, “Seems’ like a brat like you needs to be put in her place.”
The tie that’d been around your wrist is brought up to the man’s mouth as he holds it there while moving. Your body is rapidly manhandled and Nanami pulls out of you for just a moment to flip you over. He then lifts your hips and forces your back into an arch.
After which, you moan loudly into the mattress as he thrusts his cock back into you. Then, your wrists are taken into his hold again, quickly crossed over one another behind your back, and then tied together.
And if that wasn’t enough, once your hands are firmly tied together, Nanami reaches over for something you don’t see. You don’t get a chance to mentally process the way he takes his belt and moves it to loop around your neck, using that to tug your head up from the mattress as his hips beat into your ass.
Your eyes widened, air and your voice left your throat completely, and you felt so stupidly cockdrunk in what felt like seconds. Your hands were tied behind your back, and the upper half of your body was forced up by a belt that wasn’t pulling you too tight but tight enough for you to have zero control.
“K-Kento, f-fu-uck… p-please-,” You whimpered as you felt his massive tip just pound into your sweet spot, making your eyes cross in lust.
Nanami scoffs and tugs you back enough so that he can speak into your ear, “Please what?” He grunts, “I thought you wanted me to shut up?”
His voice is so damn low now, almost lower than before? It’s husked in arousal and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.
“M’sorry,” You whine, “Ohfuck, f-fuck… Kento, mmmh… m’cumming, s-shit-,” It came so unexpectedly, your release coating his member in a messy slick as he fucked you from behind.
He chuckled suddenly and your eyes rolled back when he suddenly moved his free hand to shove two fingers into your mouth, “Give it to me, love,” He whispered so sweetly despite his hips crashing into yours so angrily.
Your jaw just fell and his fingers dove deeper into your mouth, drool and spit leaking out your mouth as you moaned and groaned around his thick digits. Your entire body spasmed and twitched as instead of just experiencing an orgasm, a different, but familiar, sensation takes over and you squirt unexpectedly.
Nanami groaned deeply against your ear, “Fuuuuck… You-, mgh… hah, messed’ up my sheets, pretty girl,” He points out, as if the fabric wasn’t long since soiled since he brought you into the bedroom.
You couldn’t respond to him. Your legs were shaking, an airy whine was leaving your lips, your throat trembled as the sound left you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Nanami let up on you after that.
His fingers leave your mouth, you choke out a staggered exhale, and his hand releases the belt, allowing your body to go forward and limp in front of him. His hands then find comfort on your hips and his thrusting slows only a bit to give you a moment's rest.
You’re moaning weakly into the sheets and your tied hands are trying to reach back and feel the man. Nanami, feeling pity for you, grabs ahold of one of your hands as he continues to stroke your insides juust right.
“Did’ so good for me, darling.” He praises, “So fuckin’ good.” His words left him in pants and you could tell you weren’t the only one feeling drained.
You found the strange sense of comfort wash over your body whilst he slowed his thrusts but kept holding your hand. While his thrusts grew slower, they also grew harder. Slow and harsh jerks of his hips into your ass just made you so dumb, his well-defined pelvis felt clashing into your ass over and over and over.
His stamina was top-notch, something you could hardly keep up with anymore.
“K-Kento… mmmh… s-so-, oh… s’deep…” You mumbled into the bed, missing the way he smiles softly at your fucked out state.
Nanami shrugs a bit, “Could’ go deeper if you want.”
You shook your head no amusingly fast. “N-No, you’re… aah… you’re de-eep enough…” Your words were coming out in broken moans and a tear slipped out of your eye as you simply took what he gave you.
The man chuckled, “Uhuh, I bet I am…” He mocked.
You wish you would have argued with that but your brain was too fuzzy with lust, arousal, and satisfaction that you couldn’t think straight.
Nanami took his other hand that wasn’t holding yours and placed it on your ass, spreading you apart slightly so he could get a good look at the mess you’ve made of his cock. The sight was like no other, it made his breath hitch.
“Shit,” Nanami cursed, “Such a messy girl…” He points out, then tosses his head back as he feels you pulse around his shaft. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep-“
You move slowly, with the last of your energy to force your hips back to meet his heavy thrusts. Then, you turn your head and meet Nanami’s gaze.
Good lord that man was sexy. He was sweaty, his eyes were so low and clouded in this dazed stupor, lips parted with pants leaving him, and his abs were so clearly tensed.
His thrusting slowed and slowed until he came to a half-stop, watching the way you fucked yourself back on him. Nanami lets out a grunt, then a groan, like a really deep pussy-throbbing groan that let you know he was close. That, and you felt him grasp onto your hand tighter, his mouth shutting as he grits his teeth and furrowed his brows.
Even fucked out, if there’s one thing you still knew how to do, it was how to have lazy sex (Choso was to thank that for that). You rolled your hips as you continued your movements, feeling his cock glide in and out of you so smoothly.
Nanami lets out a moan and then suddenly grabs onto your hips, quickly pushing you so that his member slipped out of you before allowing himself to cum on your ass.
Somewhere deep deep down inside, you wished he came inside you but, you knew you needed to start being more careful. You’ve had sex with too many men to simply let the majority of them cum inside you. In the chance that you were to get pregnant, you wouldn’t want to have to go through the stress of figuring out whose it is.
That thought aside, Nanami was quick to untie your wrists and then lean his body over yours. You pushed yourself up just barely using your elbows so that your faces could meet and it seemed like you both had the same thing in mind, moving to share a sweet and sensual kiss.
You felt as the bed dipped a bit on your left side, Nanami’s right hand going to caress your obviously tired body as he kissed you.
When he pulls away, his eyes are gentle on yours, “You did so good for me,” He whispers.
Those words make you smile sleepily, “Did I?” You murmur back to the man.
He nods, “Mhm,” He then gives you another peck, “Now that that’s done,” Nanami shifts to kiss your forehead and then leans away from you, “Let me clean you up.”
In no world would you have been allowed to protest against that as Nanami was quick to move to act on his words.
In terms of aftercare, you think you’ve experienced the best of the best but… Nanami is just…
Well, you’re not sure any of the men you’ve dealt with have not only given you a bath but also massaged your feet as if they were a damn professional. Then, if that wasn’t enough, Nanami didn’t even allow you to lift a finger for the remainder of the night.
He asked if you wanted to stay or if you wanted him to take you home and after you settled on the first option, Nanami not only insisted that you sleep in his bed but also made sure you were completely taken care of.
Before allowing you to drift off to sleep, he offered you tea, meds, and even food-- all of which you sleepily denied, telling him you’d be fine until the morning. He then insisted that you take at least one of the offered items, to which you settled on the tea.
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Nanami was such a caring man. Perhaps in another life…
No, you’ve got enough drama on your own. You don’t need to add a third man to that list-
Speaking of lists…
That’s…
That’s it.
It’s over. The list of people Gojo Satoru blackmailed you into seducing to clear his debt is complete.
As this information renders to you, you are now sitting up in Nanami’s large bed, the man sitting not too far from you flicking through channels on the big flatscreen TV as you sipped on the tea he’d given you.
After today… You could just run to Choso.
Or…
Or Gojo.
You blink at your own thoughts.
Or Gojo? What the hell? Since when was he an option? Despite you being conflicted, thinking about running to either of them to live some kind of happily ever after makes your heart feel all fluttery.
You sit back a bit, resting against the pillows behind you and you drink more of the given tea. Then, a sudden thought sparks.
“Kento,” You call, your voice as delicate as ever.
He finds some channel and when you look over to him, you notice he’s wearing reading glasses. He really is stupidly attractive without trying.
Nanami turns to you, “Yes? Everything okay?”
You grin, “Mhm, everything’s fine. I just uhm…” You swallow, “Can I ask you something.”
His eyes spark in curiosity, “Of course.”
You glance away from him, “Uh, you know who Gojo is, right?” Why did your question come out so dumb? You don’t know, you’re tired and you wanted to see if you could get even the slightest answer about that debt of his.
Nanami quirks a brow, “Gojo, as in, Gojo Satoru? Gojo the walking headache Satoru?” He grumbles.
You giggle, “Yeah, him.”
“Yes, I know him, why?” The blond asks.
You let out a sigh. There’s no reason you can’t ask Nanami about the debt right? With that thought, you look at him, “Does he owe you anything?” You ask vaguely.
Obviously, you know the answer to that since Gojo said he’s in debt-
“Owe me anything?” Nanami echoes in a confused manner, “Like what?”
Think, think, think, think-, “I mean like, does he owe you any favors?” You manage out.
“Why?” The blond deflects.
It was odd he didn’t answer the question just yet. Was he hiding something or was he truly confused?
“W-Well, Satoru owes me something so I was curious if he uh, owed things to a lot of people,” Yep, that came straight out of your ass.
You’ve gotten way too good at lying. Choso might not like that-
“No,” Nanami says.
Silence followed his answer.
No? Your brows furrowed and you chuckled, “No? No, what?” You murmured, acting as though you were questioning.
“You asked if he owed me anything, right?” Nanami shrugs, “The answer is no, Gojo doesn’t owe me anything. But I’m not surprised someone like him owes you something,” He jokes.
You just blink.
Did you hear all that correctly?
What…
What the hell does that mean??
If Gojo doesn’t owe Nanami anything, why the fuck did you just sleep with him? Well, it’s not like you regret it or anything, the sex was great but…
What the fuck is going on??
Nanami suddenly snaps his fingers, “You alright?”
You blink out of your thoughts, “Y-Yeah. So wait,” You return to your questions, “Satoru’s not in debt with you or anything?” You ask, receiving a confused stare from Nanami. To make yourself not seem weird, you quickly add on, “L-Like he is with me?”
Nanami laughs a bit, “I’m afraid not. I wouldn’t even allow Gojo to owe me anything, he’d never pay it back knowing him. Even so, is everything okay with you and him? Do you need help getting him to pay the debt he owes you-“
“N-No,” You unintentionally cut off, “Sorry, thanks for offering to help but uhm,” You turn your head to face forward, losing yourself in deep thought, “I’m fine. I’ll uh, figure things out with him myself.”
Nanami gazes at you for a long moment and then he brushes the topic off, turning back to the TV.
You, on the other hand, have never been this damn confused in your life. Why… Why would Gojo make you sleep with Nanami if he doesn’t owe him anything?
What if… What if Gojo really is just an asshole after all? What if you just forgot who the hell that man was?
You must have.
Yeah, you forgot. This is the same man who’s threatened you numerous times. You’ve been blinded. You forgot why Gojo really said he was doing this to you.
Forget the debt of his.
Forget those stupid and bullshit lies of him claiming to love you.
Fuck his stupid ass tears and confessions.
Screw this damn diamond necklace that still lay around your neck at this very moment.
Fuck Gojo Satoru.
That’s the same man who said from the very beginning…
He only started the list, because he was bored. How’d you forget? To him, it was all just a fucking game, remember?
‘And what better entertainment than watching Shoko's roomie get slut-shamed by the whole school?’ You forgot about that.
Your heart caves in your chest and you feel this twisted and burning feeling well up inside you. Before you settle on hating Gojo again, you want clear and direct answers.
R-Right?
Shit. You can’t stop the flashing and haunted memories of his sobbing. Why would he cry like that if this was all just a game to him? Does he just regret it that bad? Did he want you to feel sorry for him?
Shit. You hate this. You want to cry and scream at the same time.
Replaying his soft words makes your heart ache. No matter what happens, even through death, my heart will always beat for you.
But then, replaying his other words brings anger to your veins. I want the whole school to see what a fucking slut you are.
So…
Which statement is the real Gojo? Which words poured from his lips hold the truth?
Does he actually love you or… have you just been a pawn in his fucked up little game all this time? A piece to his twisted puzzle? Or, the missing fragment to his fractured heart?
What is it that you symbolize in the eyes of Gojo Satoru?
Now that the list is over, you’re left with two final options.
A. Demand Gojo to explain himself even though the chances of that being successful are slim to none.
Or;
B. Forget Gojo, free your mind, & run to the man who’s freakishly devoted to you; Choso Kamo.
The choice was yours.
GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶��𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢
KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???
NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙
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where they like to kiss you || jjk men x gn!reader
JJK drabble / Headcannon
includes: Gojo , Geto , Nanami and Toji
disclaimer : slightly suggestive, read at your own risk, you have been warned
Gojo Satoru
satoru likes to kiss your neck. i mean what do you expect from him. after a long day and working hours on end of exorcizing and teaching, all he wants to do is to inhale your sweet scent. so whenever he comes home, he's hugging you from behind face buried in the crook of your neck. leaving lovebites while also peppering you with kisses. it leaves you tangling your fingers in his soft snow hair, longing for more.
"...missed your sweetness baby."
Getou Suguru
suguru is a tummy kisser. he loves your hips, absolutely loves how he can trace your lines and embrace your beautiful body. whenever he cuddles with you, his head is on your stomach as you play with his raven locks. he's pulling your shirt up to kiss your stomach. it leaves a ticklish feeling but it has you red every time he does it. he simply just loves you like that, and loves teasing you whenever he catches your pink face.
"you like it when I kiss you here don't cha?"
Nanami Kento
he's a gentlemen, always making sure he isn't making you feel uncomfortable or overwhelming you with his actions. with such respect, he loves to give you kisses on the back of your hand. sometimes when you're alone and he's holding your hand, he'll randomly just bring it to his soft lips so he can pepper little kisses. as he does so, he looks at you with a soft smile while your looking at him all flushed.
"I love you very dearly, darling."
Fushiguro Toji
he's addicted to your lips. god he loves your lips. why must he kiss anywhere else when your lips are there for a reason? he will always snatch an opportunity to live a peck on your lips, and when you're alone... well let's just say pecks lead to sessions that leave you breathless. he loves to kiss your lips because he can prove to those around you that your his, and only his.
"mmm, i love your lips honey."
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@svtcrus || 08.02.2023
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lovefool [drabble 5] (jjk)
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut
summary: where jungkook shows you how much he likes you. ;) ft. taehyung and yuna :p
wc: 2.8k
note: WELL its here... i smutted. this is a part of the 'lovefool' au. you can also find the main story on my pinned post! this drabble contains smut--- it's mostly smut (kissing, boob stuff, cunnilingus, the tiniest slightest bit of voyeurism, its almost nonexistent). + this takes place way after chapter 6 happens. this is a reupload (sort of) bec i rewrote the thing.
You stretch your legs and point your toes, poking your boyfriend's side.
He then casually grabs your feet, places them on his lap and begins to gently press and massage your heel and toes. He purposely avoids your sole because you’re extremely ticklish.
“My feet are too dry.” You complain. Jungkook glances at your expression and back at your feet.
“Want me to suck on them?” He partially lifts your foot, bringing it closer to his open mouth.
While you resist and playfully kick him, you wonder whether he would actually be into it. You just want him to touch you all over, you want to feel his presence on your entire body and soul.
"Come 'ere." Jungkook grunted with his arms outstretched towards you.
He sat back on his end of the sofa.
Somewhat shy, you comply. You fold your legs back and painstakingly kneel-crawl towards his side on the couch.
Jungkook lovingly engulfs you in a tight hug, disabling any movement for you to make.
"Hi." You coyly smile at him when he pulls back, yet holding you close.
You can smell cologne and cigarette smoke on him. It's so sexy. Smoking is terrible, but you find it really hot when he smells of it. But you'd never tell him that.
Somehow, he already knows. He notices the way you get a lot more nervous around him after he's stepped out for a quick smoke; the way you rub up and down your own arms to self-soothe. You start acting cute, give him stupid, big eyes and look away when he catches you.
You think you're being lowkey but you really aren't. It's funny, but sexy funny.
Jungkook's response is instant, "Hey."
"Wanna kiss." You softly speak, still shy.
"I want to love you." Jungkook whispers as he stares directly into your eyes.
You, however, shy away from his gaze and turn your head to the side, opting to look at the laptop screen instead.
Still somewhat in your kneeling position, you lean forward and put your weight on him, indulging him in another hug.
This time, Jungkook sits up before accepting your hug. You bury your head in his chest.
"Why are you acting shy, hm?" Jungkook mocks. "Let me see your face, red delicious."
You know, like the apples? Because you're blushing. Even if it doesn't show, he knows the blood has rushed to your cheeks now.
You keep your face pressed against his chest.
He was a very patient man.
You deeply sigh before finally gathering the courage to actually turn your words into action.
In one swift movement, you get off his couch and stand before him, urging him to get up as well.
When he does as you wish, you hold his hands and lean in to peck his lips.
You kiss on him once. Then again. And again.
Jungkook smiles and keeps his eyes shut as he allows you to find your vibe.
His jeans begin to tighten around a specific region, but he does his best to ignore the animalistic urge to just grab you and start grinding on you. But, you really liked when he did that. You like it when Jungkook takes charge, but it's important for him to know you're truly comfortable and ready, so he lets you lead first. Consent is sooo sexy.
"Babe..." You pout and look at him through your lashes.
You're acting cute again.
"Uh huh?" He teases, acting as if he doesn't know exactly what you're asking for.
At this, you push yourself towards him and sort of, rest your breasts on him. Your breathing starts to get heavier.
Jungkook looks down at the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. He can feel your nipples harden.
"You should wear more dresses like these..." His voice trails off as you begin rubbing his bicep.
The two of you stare into each other's eyes. You see the lust brewing in his (eyes).
You bring your hands to the collars of his jacket and smoothen them out. Your cold fingertips momentarily graze the naked skin of his neck.
Jungkook lets out a low moan. "Babe."
"Hm." You then run your hands up and down his chest.
Jungkook plays with the hem of your white sundress, lightly brushing against your thigh in the act.
Starting to become somewhat riled up, you suddenly grab his hands and place them on the back of your bare thigh, under your dress.
Instantly, he understood what you wanted him to do.
Jungkook dives in.
He tugs you closer by the thighs and kisses you deeply.
Although you saw it coming, you still moan in surprise. Actually, it's more in delight rather than the former.
Slowly, he inches up to your butt, and then your waist and back.
With your hands now making their way to play with his hair, you slightly open your mouth to allow him to suck on your tongue.
Your thighs are tightly pressed together as if that were to plug your pussy up as his hands grab at and caress your body.
Jungkook kissed and sucked on your lips and tongue. Your teeth knocked against each other's once or twice.
Your eagerness was adorable.
You continue kissing and moaning until you start feeling Jungkook get bigger and harder in his pants, rutting against your stomach.
Slowly and steadily, you pull away from him with only a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths.
There you stood before him--- your lipstick and gloss smeared on your face, pupils dilated with love and ecstasy, lips swollen and ready to be kissed once again, and drool running down your chin.
A little out of breath, you softly smiled at him.
"Wanna show you something." You look down at your chest and start to unbutton your dress.
Jungkook palms his cock through his jeans for a little relief, still breathing heavily, unable to take his eyes off your pretty chest.
After unbuttoning the first four buttons, you gently move the pieces of clothing on either side of your breasts.
You flash him your newly bought lace balconette bra. It's white, decorated with a pink strip of satin tucked in on the lining, with a perfect, little bow perched in the centre, and sheer.
With hitched breath, Jungkook places both his hands on your shoulders and runs his thumb along your collarbone. "So pretty, baby. The prettiest girl in the world. _____."
Flattered, you push your chest out a little more.
"Can you... Do you want to touch them?" You embarrassingly reword your question. He playfully smirks at your shyness.
"Yeah. Will you let me touch them? Can I kiss them? Can I suck on them? Your nipples are begging to be touched, doll." Jungkook’s thumbs now inch towards the top of your breasts.
You blush and coyly, yet eagerly nod.
On your affirmation, he roughly pulls your bra below your breasts and they pop out with a slight bounce.
Suddenly, you squeak and involuntarily cover your chest with both hands. Your eyes were instinctually squeezed shut and trained down at your feet. His hands slid down to your sides.
Jungkook chuckled, “Babe?”
“Sorry…” You smile embarrassingly.
“Nuh uh," Jungkook smiles as if he were to say 'do not apologise for having boundaries.' "Do you still want to?” He caressed your cheek.
Once again, you nod.
At that, your boyfriend firmly pries your hands away from your chest and propels them around his own shoulders. You massage the nape of his neck.
He urges you to look into his eyes, and when you do, he swiftly dives in and attaches his wet mouth to your nipple.
You gasp and throw your head back in pleasure.
You shift your weight back and forth on your feet, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the hot, burning sensation in your belly.
Jungkook groans into your skin and begins to lick your nipples. He drags his tongue on the circumference of your areola and then from one nipple to the other, occasionally thumbing and softly pinching them.
He gives equal attention to both your tits, suckling and squeezing them. Never letting either one go neglected.
Jungkook teases your nipples with his fingers as he kisses up your neck, making you whimper and gasp. Your fingers are buried in his hair, tugging and soothing his scalp.
His fingers circle and rub on your nubs so rapidly and for so long that it begins to overstimulate you. The discomfort of still being on your feet, in Jungkook's hold, and squirming--- you love it. And you're starting to be more vocal, unable to hold back the little moans that threaten to come out.
"Don't stop... please... it's so... so good-" You whine.
He moans in response, as to say 'okay' and continues the pleasurable abuse on your sensitive nipples and neck.
Jungkook briefly raises his head up to lock you in a sweet kiss which you happily accept.
Before he returns to kissing and inadvertently bruising all over your chest, you stop him with a whisper, "JK..."
You seem of breath. And somehow, still so bashful.
Even when you've bared your chest for him, you're so shy.
"Tell me, doll." As Jungkook waits for you, he pecks you in random places. First, on your forehead, then your throat, then your sternum, your right nipple and so on. You lean into the warm, fuzzy feeling the action brings.
A little distracted, you shake your head. You can't begin to explain what you want.
So you simply resort to a - "Jungkook... I want you."
"You have me, _____." He sincerely smiles and kisses your lips.
"Noo..." You cutely exasperated, furrowing your brows. "Ugh."
"Yes?" Now you had Jungkook's full attention. He stops kissing on you to look you in the eyes.
The expression on your face shows that you're using every, little brain cell to get this out of you. Your boyfriend stares on endeared and almost laughs.
"Wantyoutotouchmethere." You blurt out in a single breath and look down at your bodies, resting your forehead on his chest.
"Oh." Jungkook smirked, "That's all?"
You pull back and roll your eyes at him. "Yeah," You mock, "That's all."
Jungkook snorts and immediately returns to lick your nipples just to rile you up a bit more.
The sudden assault makes you roughly push away from him. "JK! I'm- it's like. So-" You groan, a little frustrated and a lot flustered.
What you really want is for him to eat your pussy. Your girl is like yearning to be savoured.
Now, Jungkook laughs out loud. "I know, baby. I just wanted to cherish you." He pouts towards the end.
Shyly smiling again, you sit back on the sofa.
Like a moth to the flame, Jungkook turns to face you and kneels before you.
Ever ready to give you what you indirectly asked for, he taps your limbs. "Open up."
When you hesitantly part your legs a few inches wide, Jungkook lifts your feet off the floor by your knees and then sort of just... folds you. Your thighs were pressed to your chest.
He smiles up at your flushed visage. You stare at him with big eyes, patiently waiting, yet eager for his next move.
Your core is presented to him on a platter as if he were some kind of king waiting to feast.
He rubs you all over your inner thigh, leading to your lips.
Your mismatched white cotton panties with a black bow in the centre hinder his view of your pussy. The underwear somewhat resembles your bra, he thinks it's from the same line, only a different colour. (pink satin lining bra/ black satin lining panties.)
Jungkook's cock is painfully hard, but he chooses to please you first. Although, eating you out going to get him off too.
You tenderly place your hands atop your knees and nibble on your manicured fingers in anticipation.
Jungkook leans down to kiss you through your panties and takes your scent in. His mouth is already watering. He then places one, harsh lick over it making you shiver.
He smirks up at you, and mouths at your swollen lips over the fabric before slowly pulling them to the side. You whimper and jerk and reach down to hold your panties to the side for him.
Jungkook smiles down at you. He's practically drooling.
Your pussy glistens in the sunlight.
He traces your slit with gentle touch making you quiver and clench around nothing.
You clench your toes in order to contain the rush of excitement taking over you.
Jungkook reaches out to hold your free hand which you gladly accept. And you kiss his fingers.
Then, finally, he places a soft kiss on your cunt. And then another one, not as soft. And another one a little harder. Every touch makes you moan a little louder. And finally, he deeply kisses and tongues your pussy, making you yelp in surprise.
He forces your lips open with only his thumb and index finger and dives in. You throw your head back and whine loudly.
Jungkook purposely avoids your clit but eats all around it, over, under, and on the sides. It drives you up the wall. You're wiggling around and Jungkook releases your hand to hold you down forcefully.
Forcing away your hand that holds your panties to the side, he relies on his own face to keep your underwear out of the way.
His tongue occasionally prods at your tight, wet hole. Jungkook groans in satisfaction, hurriedly licking up every bit of your sweet, and sticky essence.
Jungkook then instructs you to play with your tits, and you do as he wishes, pressing down circles on your sensitive nipples. He wishes he had more than two hands to touch you everywhere at once so you can be his pretty little pillow princess.
Your eyes are tightly screwed shut and you don't know what to do with your head. Your squeals and cries are consistently loud. All you know is that you can't stay still. It's too much!
Your boyfriend grabs your thighs, pulls you closer to him, and spreads your legs wider, "Mmhh, JK... Pleeeaseee..." - Mentally, you joyfully thank your younger self for doing all the yoga that made you susceptible to all the stretching, bending, and manhandling Jungkook is subjecting you to.
Running his hands all over your inner thighs, he jeers.
You feel so hazed, and dazed, and overcome with pleasure- "Oh!" You almost sob as your boyfriend suddenly wraps his mouth around your clit. He moans back in response.
At this point, your train of thought is simply nonsensical. "Yes....aarghh, you're so, so... meaan, JK!"
Jungkook rapidly licks your sensitive, little bundle of nerves. He makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes point to the heavens. You're near to tears as you cry, "I wan' marry you, JK... I will make you cakes... and I will kiss you and love you... forever and ever and pleaseee... moreee...!" You feel him smile into your cunt.
When you start to grind against his mouth and harshly grope your own body, Jungkook knows you're close. Wanting to prolong this, Jungkook goes back to licking all over your swollen lips when, all of a sudden, you hear a loud cackle.
Immediately following that comes the most annoying screech you've ever heard.
Ok, you know that noise.
Your eyes snap open and you look around to find the source of those sounds: Taehyung AND Yuna.
A little pussy-drunk, Jungkook takes a while to pull away so you had to force his head away from your sensitive princess parts.
He finally looks behind him.
At his door, stood Taehyung, and Yuna who had now covered her eyes. Taehyung, of course, just gawked shamelessly.
He instantly snaps your legs shut, holding them together, and cusses in anger, "Dude, what the fuck?"
You're confused, still quivering, and very horny. Taehyung's sight falls on you. Your hair's a little wild, your mouth slightly agape, your face red, and you're virtually crying tears (of pleasure that now turn into ones of frustration.) He can't seem to look away.
Forcing himself to snap out of it, he plays it off teasingly, "Dudeeee. Don't let us stop you, we're only here for the oven." Taehyung laughs and struts into the room.
"Nice tits, _____." Taehyung directs at you.
Still hazy, you smile sweetly, "Thanks!"
Jungkook and Yuna's heads snap towards you in shock.
Wow... What had he done to the shy _____?
You only sighed dreamily and slumped even deeper into the couch, your orgasm long forgotten.
Jungkook then took it upon himself to re-robe your naked tits.
Soon, Yuna walks into the room and sits diagonal to you, instantly busying herself with her phone. Neither of you acknowledge each other.
Typically, you'd be humiliated and embarrassed about being caught nude, but right now? You're ecstatic even though you didn't get to cum.
You're childishly enjoying Yuna's forced nonchalance and bitter expression, cheesing so hard on the inside that your lips involuntarily start curving upwards.
And as if Jungkook sees right through you, he leans in and kisses you. "Stop that, you little monster." He reprimanded half-heartedly.
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Hello lovely 😊 I hope you're feeling well.
I was wondering if I can request reader sparring with the jjk men (especially with Itadori + any others). As they are sparring they goof off and play fight and the jjk men find out reader is ticklish (or vice versa!)
JJK MEN + TICKLISH PARTNER
featuring. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, geto suguru x reader
warning. cursing :>
note. anon my love, i'm so sorry this took so long </3 and yes hunny i'm feeling absolutely amazing, i hope you are too. as a ticklish person, yes. this request, yes. i hope you like it, mwah mwah <33
ITADORI YUUJI. sparring in between you both was a routine, both yuuji and you would spend at least two hours amongst twenty four to spar against each other.
"i learnt a new move, wanna see it?" yuuji offers, wiping a bead of sweat from the side of his face. he was breathing heavily in exhaustion but the adorement in his eyes was there as he looks at you.
"so i'm the punching bag?" he nods his head happily, you chuckled shaking your head at his look but nodded nonetheless, "you're so lucky that you're cute."
yuuji was no longer a stranger to the word 'cute' coming from you, he likes it. and he's proud of it, "i know," he laughs, approaching you. you just stood there and waited for what he was about to do.
the male latches his fingers on both side of your waist, squeezing them lightly — you pulled yourself away from his grip at the tingle you felt, narrowing your eyes at him, "is this going to be something that involves tickling?"
yuuji was such a lost cause. he shook his head, until it hits him. you were ticklish. the corner of his lips twitched up and the next second he was on top of you, "forget about the new move, i have a better move — tickle attack!"
god, your worst nightmare. his fingers slithering your waist, curling lightly on your clothed skin as you can't help but to squirm and let out a string of laughter, pleading for him to stop.
just hope he doesn't use it on you the next time you spar (he totally will).
GOJO SATORU. the first time he found out you were ticklish was when he accidentally brushes your nape during a spar session, and you swung your fist at his face at the sudden tingle.
"oh, shit. are you okay? i didn't mean to do that, toru."
he didn't even care that you just punched him across his jaw, he held his jaw but blinked his doe blue eyes at you, "no, no, it's fine. are y'ticklish?"
when you flinched and pursed your lips into a line, it confirmed his question — and the male has never been so happy to know an information about you. but do be aware he will be using it against you at times, which is obviously just so unfair.
"toru! stop," you giggled, kicking your legs as he tickled your sides, "i said i didn't do it, you idiot!"
gojo hums softly, his fingers still brushing over your skin vividly, giving your sensitive skin the slightest touch of his fingers, "huh, then who was it? who ate my kikufuku, hm?"
"i don't know!" you breathe heavily, stomach hurting from laughing.
"i know it's you, baby!" he began another round of tickling, practically manhandling you at this point — he has a large grin etched onto his face as his fingers dived under your shirt, brushing your sides, "come on, i won't stop until you admit it."
you laugh, pushing his hands away, "fine, 't was me! it looked great so i had a little taste."
he had a satisfied smile on his face, placing a short kiss on your lips, "wasn't so hard, right? and a little taste?"
"shut up! i ate all six of it." he loves to tickle you randomly, so do be aware of it.
GETO SUGURU. unlike gojo or yuuji, geto wouldn't take advantage of you being ticklish. he accidentally finds out while he was visibly losing in a friendly spar, so he grabbed your waist with one hand and was about to push you off of him — until he heard soft laughs escaping your lips.
he momentarily stopped moving and gave your side a light squeeze, and more laughter escaped your lips. he's so in love all he could do was lay there on the ground, smiling at you affectionately like your voice was all that mattered to him at that moment.
"'t tickles sugu." you breathe out, rolling off of his body.
"i didn't know you're pretty ticklish."
"'ts because i don't want anyone to know," you rolled your eyes, reaching a hand out for him to take. which he did, nodding in acknowledgement.
his favorite thing to do is to brush his fingers on your nape, not to make fun of you. he just does it to hear you let out a little laugh or two, your voice was so alluring that he just has to hear it.
he does it while you both are walking together, watching a movie, sparring, studying, eating, any time he gets to do it; geto would. just to hear you laugh.
"sugu, it tickles."
"sorry, baby. i like to hear you laugh," he mumbles out, nuzzling his nose to your cheek before placing a kiss.
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↬ yuta x gn!reader | lucid love ↬ lucid love masterlist // jjk masterlist // ao3 version
cw: smut, gender neutral reader (no excessive body descriptions, no gendered pronouns), aged up character, dom reader, handjob, overstimulation, cum play summary: the strongest in the world, the sweetest in your bedroom. yuta loves succumbing to your hands word count: 1.6k a/n: yuta fuckers, this one is for you (i say, as if i wasn't one of you). i don't write dom reader often but ngl, despite initial difficulty, i found this quite fun to work with. i hope you will enjoy this too! tag list: @thesacredfanfics
"One more time?"
It's a question in your mind but words falling out of your lips pass more as an order. And he treats them so, obediently opening his eyes and rolling his head between pillows so he can look straight at you.
He was so beautiful when sunken in them, avoiding your piercing gaze and trying to hide his flushed cheeks. He's even more beautiful now, watching you with half-closed glossy eyes, his lips swollen and slightly parted, his chest heaving and muscles spasming, the remnants of his latest orgasm still shaking him whole. He's a mess, but for the few rounds you've already put him through, he's quite holding himself collected. As expected from the strongest.
"Please be gentle with me," Yuta smiles, such a pretty sight when mixed with bright-pink taint. He lifts himself on elbows and adjusts his position, your weight perched in his lap meaning nothing to him.
You let him squirm for now. You know he'll listen when the right time comes, meanwhile relishing in the touch of reins in your hands. He entrusted you with full control over him, despite being in power in almost every other dimension of your life. Little can you both do about it, the gap of battle experience, social status and sheer strength is too great to be just adjusted to your whims. But here, in your shared bedroom, he's eagerly kneeling in front of you and laying his head in your lap, not the strongest anymore, just your pretty plaything to spoil and use however you want.
Yes, you let him have this little control from time to time. As a reminder he could, if he wanted, enforce his position even here. As a reminder that he never will—because you're in power far greater than what he possesses.
He's finally found a comfortable position for you both and blends into his pillows again. Still holding his cock with a firm grasp, you lean forward and kiss his sweaty forehead, then claim his lips, sloppy, lazy—yet, merciless with the way you steal the little breath he's gathered when recovering from his high. You feel him spasm under you when he's at his limit, much faster than a few rounds ago, but you don't stop just yet, not until you hear a pleading whine for air.
"There, there," you coo, stroking his cheek with a thumb and watching his chest twitch with sharp drafts for oxygen. "It's okay now."
Slowly, testing the current waters, you resume stroking. His cock is hot and slick with cum and so deliciously sensitive against your palm. You don't need to move much to have his abs twitching and breath growing heavier—so you're not overdoing it for now, instead feeding your eyes with the views. Your hand and his abdomen are covered in thick, milky ropes of his prior releases. His hair, from the long and thick strands plastered to his forehead and sides of his face to his soft pubes, is drenched in sweat. So is his skin, glistening in the ray of light sneaking through loosely drawn curtains.
The game of moisture and shadows brings out the subtle lines of his muscles. You trace them with the thumb of your free hand, relishing in ticklish spasms, then switch your interest to the net of scars and stretch marks of his sudden height growth. For someone still relatively so young, Yuta is adorned with lines and crevices like a fatigued map—and always laughs your concerns away. Now, when he's the strongest, hardly anything can reach him anymore.
The scar he's wearing on his forehead is the last mark he's received, and it's been...years. Yet, it always looks so fresh, and whenever your attention is pulled towards it, you only crave stronger to melt and spoil him.
You reach out to trace it, and Yuta steals this opportunity to nuzzle his cheek into the palm of your hand, then to kiss it when your eyes meet.
"Did I say you can?" You click your tongue, softly, not really mad nor disturbed with his little disobedience.
"I can't help it." The way he smiles at you now, his eyes seeming even bigger when he tilts his head to net even more of your warmth, melts you straight from the core. "Your skin tastes so good."
His tongue darts out to steal moisture from your wrist—and this is where you finally set the line. Your hold on him tightens, until he's wincing and inhaling sharply through clenched teeth. It's just some discomfort, nothing he couldn't handle, and you soon replace it with a different, more pleasant yet intense sensation. His eyes flick wide open when you switch between them so abruptly, his hips stutter upwards, following the motion of your wrist in search for another release, approaching so fast with his nerves already strained and fried.
"Yuta." There's a warning in your voice and he immediately stills, only his chest heaving with desperate breaths. "That's right. This is how a good boy should behave."
You've listened to his body though and returned to lazy, almost gentle strokes from a while ago. You take this time for yourself too, your wrist and knees feeling the time you've spent on doting on him and torturing him in turns. You try to not squirm too much in his lap, shifting your weight forwards just a little, to find a more comfortable angle for your feet. It's enough to drag a reaction out of him—a delicious, loud moan and a sharp twitch of his cock.
You clench your hand around it harder and cease the strokes, pushing the wave away, and hold it until his mewls calm down enough to be sure he's going to actually listen.
"Not yet," you smile at his almost disappointed face. "We're going to milk you properly, sweet thing."
If there's anything you can still milk out of him, you wonder as you return to your tracks. With your hand drenched in his cum, you can't even tell if he's still gushing any fluid like he's been before, so starved of your touch. At least he's still as reactive, each of your strokes rewarded with sweet noises, his muscles tensing and Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to swallow. Most of his drool ends elsewhere, flowing free out of his wide-open lips, such a messy thing, already slipping into mindless, blissed-out state. You scoop some of it from his chin and slide your thumb into his mouth; Yuta follows instinctively and sloppily sucks on it.
"Good boy." You approve with your touch as well, applying more pressure to your strokes and relishing in the loud and obscene moan, just barely muffled by your finger.
His hips snap out of control again and this time you're not trying to stop it. He's too far out of his mind to listen, your digit in his mouth and your hand around his cock the only world that matters to him. He's rutting into your palm like an animal, following your strokes and racing even after you've ceased them again, focusing just on the right pressure. He's sparing your wrist and giving you an opening for something you've had in mind for a while but haven't tested when so engrossed with his expressions and reactions.
All you need is to catch the right moment.
Yuta's eyes roll to the back of his head and hands clench on sweat-drenched sheets underneath. His cock throbs in your hand differently, harder than before, all of his muscles focused on gushing another load out of him. You finally move your hand again, squeeze him right under his glans and hold until the tension is almost gone, and his expression starts to melt.
Then, you release the hold, dragging him away from dry orgasm right at the very last moment. Built-up pressure spurts out of him, having his cock twitch and bob, even if for the few past orgasms it only lazily poured.
"You still had something for me?" you coo, tracing a new rope of cum he's left over his abdomen. "Such an insatiable, messy thing."
Yuta whines under your touch, his abs spasming almost painfully and his breath teetering on the brink of hiccups. His back arches when you grab his cock at its base again, there are tears pooling at the corners of tightly shut eyes, so delicious and tempting. You listen to your sadistic call just for a few more strokes, until he's almost sobbing, so sensitive it hurts without a doubt.
Still, he's not calling for a break. And he looks at you almost grumpy when you let go of him.
"Look what have you done to me." You show him your hand, sticky with his cum from the tips of your fingers down to your wrist and forearm. "Will you make it up for me?"
He opens his mouth immediately, you order, he listens. However weak, he's swirling his tongue around your digits and eagerly sucks his own seed off them and prompts you to slide even deeper. For being such a good boy for you, you can only oblige, making him gag until his tears flow down his flushed cheeks.
You watch his cock with attention meanwhile. After all of this, he's still not growing soft.
Truly an insatiable thing.
"One more time?" You pull fingers out to let him speak—and smirk at the disappointed whine he lets out as soon as he's allowed to make a noise.
"Yes." Yuta almost chokes on saliva and cum mix filling his mouth. "Yes, please."
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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐲
Summary: Leaving a consistent and predictable cycle of motion is oftentimes hard for one to do, even if the cycle in question brings forth harm to that person. However, the addiction and comfort of knowing what will happen next is what compels them to stay despite the harm.
Notices: NSFW, fuckbuddies/situationship, AFAB!Reader, doggy, petnames (daddy, baby), cervix bruising, gojo is dissociated for a little bit, pining, porn with plot, depiction of emotional abuse, toxic!reader, smoking
Pairing: Gojo x Reader
W/C: 1.8k
A/N: This is my first fic for Gojo and I'm not really into JJK like that so I hope my interpretation of him does him well. This came about due to the song "If you think I'm Pretty" by Artemas. Anyway I hope you enjoy!
ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇx
The pads of Satoru’s fingers dug into the plushness of your hips as he plunged feverishly into your cunt, your walls squeezing with every pullback. Despite him not seeing your face and only viewing your back and your ricocheting ass, Satoru deemed you to be absolutely beautiful. From your dark areolas to the long indent from your spine, all of it was amazing to him. But, despite all that, Satoru couldn’t really focus on the scene before him. It was obvious that he wasn’t his usual self as his mouth didn’t utter a single word of praise nor did his throat rumble out a satisfied groan that night. Instead, he was completely silent in his task of giving you pleasure and being done with the entire ordeal. His warmed ears drowned out the sounds of sticky skin slapping, your moans, the creaking of his bed, and the squelching of your pussy. You were in absolute bliss. He was ruminating.
“F-faster daddy, faster..” You whined breathlessly into the warm air of the room. Obeying your whiny command, Satoru sped up and even went deeper, his tip brushing against your cervix with every thrust. Satoru’s glossed-over eyes gazed at your cream that coated his dick and pelvis. Usually, he liked witnessing the sticky evidence that you loved what he was doing to your needy pussy, but now all he could do was give it an empty stare. Your grip on his sheets tightened as you felt your second orgasm of the night fast approaching, your eyes screwed shut as you whined out some more. “I’m so- I’m so- so close..” You struggled to announce, every thrust knocking the air from your throat and making you retry with your words.
“I know, baby, just cum for me..” Satoru mumbled, rubbing the pads of his fingers over your clit to help you out. After a few more rough thrusts into your battered pussy, you released a choked gasp, shockwaves coursing through your veins. Satoru stopped thrusting, allowing you to squirm on his dick as you rode out your orgasm with staggered moans. Softly sighing, he pulled out carefully, eyes traveling from your panting frame to the mess you left on his dick.
With a satisfied hum, you began to sink into the disheveled sheets, lowering your now sore hips onto the bed as he stood in place at the foot of the bed. To the untrained eye, Satoru’s façade was blank, still as the surface of a pond. However, his mind was anything but, regardless, he couldn’t allow you to see him like that. So, with a simple and soft smirk, Satoru crawled next to you and laid on his back, a hand behind his head and one on your back as you rested your head onto his chest.
For a short spell of tranquil silence, you both laid there gathering your energy. The tips of his slender fingers glided on your back gently and gave you ticklish shocks as he stared up at his ceiling, slightly furrowing his brows in contemplation. This was the fourth time that you had knocked on his door with the premise of wanting to give your heart to him, only for the night to end up in his bed and the morning starting with you gone. Every time, you had stated that you were ready to share your love with him. That you wanted to be more than two friends that would retreat into each other's bodies to satiate hunger and lust; that you instead wanted to be lovers that would lick each other's star-dotted wounds for eternity bound and more.
That’s what you’ve always told him to make it easier to come in. Make it easier to slip off your shoes at his door, easier to undress yourself and have him lick upon your body in the dead of night. Easier to pleasure each other. It seemed as if you had finally caught on to his hidden feelings for you and knew all the right things to say for him to let you in despite his better judgment.
Saying those honey-coated words, those sickly sweet “I need you ‘Toru”s that made the man’s snow-favored lashes quiver in thinly veiled anticipation for your unattainable love. He wanted your soft gaze reserved for a lover, your wishes that you made to the endless night sky, your warmth.
“I'm surprised.”
“Huh?”
“I said I’m surprised. It usually takes more than two rounds to tire you out.” You clarified, mischief laced in your voice. Clearing his throat, Satoru morphed his mouth into that of a faux smirk.
“Yeah well, I’m just a bit tired tonight that’s all.” He softly responded, his words receiving a scoff from you.
“You last even longer when you’re tired.” Remaining silent for a few seconds, Satoru internally took a deep breath for the conversation that would take place.
“Y’know, Y/n.” He started, a sense of false ease and nonchalance ladened in his voice. Humming in response, you couldn’t help but smile a little. You were content. He was taking the leap. “How…How ‘bout we make this official, huh? You said it yourself, nobody fucks you as good as I do. Plus, you said that I’m the only guy that treats you as you should.” He finished, referencing the bait you used on him earlier that night to get what you came for. Silence. That was the initial response that you gave to his proposal of a new dynamic. A change in your relationship. An option you weren’t keen on accepting anytime soon. Humming once more, you ran your hand in slow circles on his stomach, acrylic nails going over the dips and bumps of his muscles.
“Mm, c’mon, ‘Toru. You know how I feel about you...One day, but not right now, m’kay?” You reassured him slowly, your empty words dripping in false sweetness.
Liar.
“Yeah..okay.” He sighed, still keeping his smirk on his face, his blue eyes watching you slowly sit up; your body lazily straddling him which he accepted with his hands on your hips.
“One more round f’me, I wanna feel you..” You purred. That was more than enough for him to get hard again, ready for an embrace that would engulf Satoru with a feeling of cold distance rather than shared warmth. But it was an embrace that despite the pain, he just couldn’t let go.
ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ
That was a week ago and neither of you have spoken to each other since until today. Satoru clicked his lighter a few times to light his first blunt of the day, taking a forlorn drag from it. Sighing heavily and releasing the smoke into the air of his dead apartment, he leaned back on his couch as he reflected on his ties with you. He truly didn’t know what to do about you; he really did feel for you in a way he hadn’t felt before. Satoru enjoyed looking at you with eyes so filled to the brim with admiration and joy. He enjoyed it whenever you gave him tiny, minuscule crumbs of your love in the form of hugs and cheek kisses; each action being held with such reverence in his heart.
As the winter sunbeams poured into his abode, his eyes drifted towards his dimly lit phone, the screen just barely showcasing him a text you sent minutes prior.
‘it’s so cold today n i miss youuu. i don’t have anything to do today n i wanna chill’
He still hadn’t responded, and quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want this to keep going any longer. He wanted to put his foot down, break the whole ordeal off, and go about your separate ways. He wanted to listen to the advice that his friends gave him; to start anew, to find someone who actually wanted him around for more than just physical intimacy. He wanted to be set free from you; yet at the same time, he just wanted you to give him more than a couple hours of pleasure.
He wanted your unattainable love, but did you even want his love? Did you want to know all of his dreams and secrets? To view his scars, to cherish him? Would you hold him if his nightmares became too much? Would you want him by your side and you by his?
Did you even see him as your equal?
That question sent a dull, painful shock to Satoru’s chest as he wallowed even more into his thoughts, ignoring a chime from his phone. What did you see him as? To your mind, was he only a toy robot that followed the command of its master? Was he no longer deemed a friend by you and only an acquaintance who had the privilege of seeing you naked? Did you even like him enough to consider a friendship in the first place?
Sighing and taking another puff from his blunt, Satoru snapped himself away from his thoughts as he read over the new message that you sent.
‘im down the hall n i brought some shit from the corner store. i can’t wait to see you baby’
He could practically hear your singsong voice through the screen. Maybe, this time he would finally express his thoughts, the very thoughts that kept him awake. And hopefully, you would actually be willing to listen and help him decide between his two options. To help decide between letting you go and finally freeing himself from this tormenting cycle, or to stay by your side, forever kneeling at your feet.
With a few soft knocks from his door, Satoru got up from his couch and made his way to the only barrier separating him from eternal longing and heartbreak. If he kept the door closed and simply told you to go away, then maybe, Satoru would be okay. He could always adopt that cat he’s always thought about, a dream you’d often shoot down because you thought dogs would be better. Maybe he could seek pleasure from different women, something he stayed away from because he was content and happy with only you.
But if he opened up the door, he could always have the opportunity to be in your presence, to feel your warm hands glide along his skin. To hear your coos and moans of pleasure, to hear your laugh anytime he told a joke. He could keep this up for a little while longer, to revel some more in your divinity.
With another knock on the door, Gojo Satoru finally made up his mind with another pull from his blunt.
“Oh, ‘Toru, I missed you~ Mm, I love you, y’know that right? ‘Toru?”
ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟ�� ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2024
"An artist's duty is to reflect the times" ~ Nina Simone
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I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO
pairing: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 392
notes: i am officially no longer a high school student :)) i'm hoping to write more but i make no promises my motivation is very infrequent lmao, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from enhypen - sweet venom
OKKOTSU YUUTA looks the most peaceful when he’s asleep. the weight of the world momentarily slips off of his shoulders. his usually sharp features relax, exposing the softer contours of his face. for at least a few hours each day, you watch as he sets down his jujutsu armor and allows himself to be a teenage boy once again.
the steady hum of the air conditioner drones on, filling the quiet of your dorm room. it wasn’t uncommon for jujutsu high to be nearly empty with most of the students out on missions, giving you an excuse to lay cuddled up in bed into the later hours of the morning.
sunlight streams in through your opened blinds, casting a golden glow across your bedroom. you reach up to carefully push a few stray strands of hair away from yuuta’s face. he stirs at the contact, softly groaning as the last remnants of sleep escape him.
“good morning, yuu,” you smile.
yuuta squints at you, slowly letting his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of the world. “morning,” he mumbles; his words slur together from sleep. you chuckle when he shuffles closer, leaning his head against your chest just above your heartbeat.
he sighs, nuzzling himself closer to your body. your fingers dance along yuuta’s back before tangling into his ink black hair. your nails gently massage against his scalp, earning a soft sigh from him in response. “do you think we’re together in every universe?”
yuuta shifts slightly, forcing you to pause your ministrations. he tiredly blinks up at you with a tired smile. “of course we are.”
you chuckle softly, brushing his bangs away from his face. “how can you be so sure?”
“i love you.” yuuta presses a kiss against your cheek. “i’ll always love you.” this time, it’s a peck against your nose. he smiles against your skin as he peppers a few stray kisses against the crook of your neck. he chuckles when you squirm at the ticklish feeling; his arms snake around your waist to hold you still as he finds solace in the crook of your shoulder once again. “i’d find you in every universe. i love you in all of them.”
you smile brightly at him. yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he leans in, sealing his promise with a sweet kiss pressed against your lips.
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workout agenda ー jjk
☁️ genre: M(18+), smut, best friends to lovers kinda? fluff at the end
☁️ pairings: personal trainer!best friend!jungkook x fem!reader; also jimin and hobi are mentioned.
☁️ warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!jungkook, praise kink, loads of cursing, creampie. i don't know what else to add lmao help
☁️ word count: 2,7k
☁️ author's note: hi, wow. first time ever writing smut, so enjoy i guess? this is the definition of "that escalated quickly" and i'm aware of that. also this jungkook has me weak bye. lemme know if you would like a part two hehe.
Having a personal trainer as a best friend definitely had its perks - like the fact that, this said best friend, would constantly beg you to let him coach you for just one workout. But knowing him, giving in would mean working out every day and you enjoyed your life as it was.
"Please, please Y/N, just this time! I won't ask you anymore, I promise."
Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin and you were sitting in a café for a "study date" - which resulted in more talking than studying, and Hoseok bursting out in laughter when you started putting real effort into your assignments.
You took a sip of your chai latte and glared at the dark-haired man sitting right in front of you.
"He's at it again, such a child." Jimin shook his head, eyes focused on the screen of his laptop, and an amused smile on his lips.
"Kookie, we talked about this." You sighed, already knowing his response. "I am not working out with you."
"Dang it!" He sat back on his chair - its wooden material screeching as he put all of his weight on it - and this gained a giggle from Hoseok who was watching some dancing videos on YouTube.
"Y/N, you know that he won't give up until you say yes to him." He said diverting his attention from the phone screen to you.
"Come on, Hobi, you should be on my side." You responded, acting exhausted although you were mostly exaggerating your reactions.
He shrugged and looked back at his phone - that's when you felt Jungkook's gaze on you and, when you finally looked at him, his expression had entirely altered. He was pouting, his chin rested on both his hands, and he was fluttering his eyes trying to persuade you.
"Once again, I am not working out with you, Kookie!"
So there you were, walking on the treadmill in Jungkook's personal gym to warm your body up. After weeks of pestering, Jungkook had finally succeeded in convincing you.
However, your eyes weren’t particularly attentive to the small digits showing your heartbeat, or the minutes you had passed on the equipment, but were interested in something more appealing.
Jeon Jungkook was a literal god. He was wearing a tank top - that fit his body too perfectly - exposing his beefy arms covered with tattoos, which you had counted numerous times. His wavy jet-black hair was held in a low ponytail and some strands of his locks flawlessly fell on his forehead.
Everything about him was perfect in a way you could not comprehend - you almost felt dumb, crushing over your best friend. However, you had been doing that for years.
Sometimes - or maybe too many times - you imagined how his biceps would feel, and how his fit body would look standing atop of you, wavy hair framing his pretty face.
Was it okay for you to be thinking these dirty things? Was it okay to be feeling this heat between your legs whenever you watched him do pull-ups?
“So have you warmed up enough?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately locked eyes with him, nodding in response before stopping the treadmill. He always had this gentle and calm manner of talking to you while looking so fucking good, and this nearly upset you - like, he had no reasoning being this hot.
"What? Should I do a thirty-minute warm-up like you?" You raised an eyebrow, teasing him.
Jungkook laughed and decided to tease you back. "You wish."
You gasped, faking disbelief as you poked his side - a spot you knew was very ticklish - making him giggle even more. You gazed in awe as he laughed, his eyes squinting.
“Alright, alright, let’s start with a simple sumo squat. Let me grab the resistance bands.”
You watched him retrieve the equipment and admired his back muscles tense as he reached for a box in an upper shelf, where he kept all the additional gear needed for certain exercises. You were staring - and he knew. In fact, you were both pretty aware of the thing going on between the two of you since freshman year.
You tried to act innocent, prettily smiling at him and nodding in agreement to everything he said, giving him thumbs up when he corrected your posture, indeed trying hard not to show what you truly felt. The truth was that you had no idea how to tell him and - “Jungkook, please fuck me” probably wasn’t the best way to confess to your long-term best friend.
“There you go.” He handed you the resistance bands, and you quickly wore them just above your knees.
“Man, what took you so long?" You scoffed, yet again acting annoyed. It was an inside joke between the two of you, you didn't get offended when the other acted like this: it was strange but unique.
You started the exercise, by squatting down and up with slow and steady movements. He was right beside you, arms crossed enhancing his biceps and head slightly tilted to the right. You glimpsed at the large mirror on your left, making sure he didn’t notice you gazing at him from time to time.
His dark-chocolate eyes observed you, analyzing each one of your movements and biting his lower lip. He always did that when he was focused, but it truly drove you crazy.
“Try widening your knees more, and keep that back arched or you will definitely kill your lower back.”
His tone was calm and focused and you liked how professional he was. He was really passionate about his job, in fact, Jungkook was one of the best personal trainers in Seoul and had made a name for himself.
Clients loved him because, instead of shouting at them as many others did, he made everyone feel comfortable and enforced their confidence never once doubting them.
His duality baffled you - one minute he was smiling and being adorable, acting like a cute puppy, and the other his whole expression would completely shift and you would notice a different light in his eyes.
“Like this?” You innocently questioned, although you very well knew what you were doing. You then arched your back more - way more, exposing the roundness of your butt.
You heard him nervously chuckle. "Y/N, you will break your back."
Jungkook was fairly amused, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing. You acted all annoyed and bothered - but now there you were trying to show off to him.
“Here, let me just…” He got closer to you - close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your shoulder. He was taller than you, so he had to somehow bend down a little and it made you feel trapped. One hand rested on your right hip, while the other was cautiously placed on your abdomen: his hands were rough - due to the multiple calluses, he had - yet his touch felt extremely soft.
Your throat had dried up, and you had helplessly tried to seem unaffected by his closeness. But in spite of that, you couldn’t deny to yourself how fast your heart was beating, and how the spots he was touching had started to heat up.
"Did you buy this set just for today?" He was referring to your outfit: you were wearing a light blue sports bra and matching leggings that complimented your curves - and yes, you had obviously bought it for him.
"No, I bought this like a year ago."
"You? Owning gym wear?" He slightly chuckled, knowing you weren't the type to hit the gym daily.
"There are some things you don't know about me, Jeon Jungkook." You stated trying to sound as playful as before, but he had noticed a change in your tone.
"Oh, really?"
You nodded and started moving again as he guided you, holding you firmly. You unsuccessfully attempted to focus on the movements, and not on the scent of his cologne nor the fact that his chest was now pressed against your back.
"Like the fact that you are begging me to fuck you right now?" He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe as his breath sent tingles down your spine.
"Probably." You managed to answer - almost completely out of breath - not knowing if it was from the workout or from the way he was tightening his grip on you.
"Fuck, can I kiss you?" He sounded almost desperate. "Because I will fucking do it now if you are okay with it."
You wasted no time, turning on your heels to finally face him and, locking your arms around his shoulders, pulled him toward you. Your lips crashed in a mixed kiss - there was neediness, tenderness, and excitement, all combined as you finally got to know how he tasted.
"Shit, I've wanted this for so long." He managed to affirm as he briefly detached from you, before kissing you again. "For so fucking long."
He proceeded to effortlessly lift you up, hands squeezing your butt as he walked across the room, not even knowing where to go himself. Jungkook then spotted the desk he used to create his own workouts, and carefully placed you on it, lips never leaving yours.
"W-Wait, Kookie." You extended your arms forward, gently pulling him away from you. You finally caught your breath, your lungs relaxing.
His expression shifted - he seemed worried.
"Fuck, Y/N, I'm- I'm so sorry." He mumbled, running his hands through his perfectly combed hair, ruining it. "I got carried away, and didn't think that- that maybe this wasn't okay for you."
Typical Jungkook. He was so selfless, always putting other people's benefits in front of his own, worrying that what he did might upset someone. A smile depicted on your face - he was adorable.
"Kookie, I want this more than you think." You intertwined your legs around his torso, pushing him towards you so that he was now on top of you, biceps tensed to keep himself from crushing you.
His eyes widened in surprise, and you reached for his cheek gently stroking it. "You're so cute when you get flustered, you know?"
"And you look ravishing right now, you know?" He mimicked you, embarrassment having completely left him as he literally devoured you with his eyes. "So pretty, all dressed up for me."
Then, yet again, his lips were on yours but now his hands were exploring your body: a hand cupped one of your breasts as the other buried in your hair. There was something different about his touch: it was like he was yearning for you like he was craving for more with every passing second.
You hurriedly reached for his tank top, unsuccessfully trying to pull it up - so Jungkook helped you by taking it off, exposing his chest. You couldn't help but trace every perfect line on his abdomen, wanting to kiss him all over. You had seen him shirtless, but it didn't feel the same.
His attention shifted from your lips to your neck, where he started leaving a trail of wet kisses before stopping just above your breasts. He gave you a questioning look, and you nodded. At this point, you would have agreed to everything he wanted to do to you.
He lifted your sports bra up, exposing your hardened nipples and you promptly blushed, feeling overwhelmed. Reality hit you like a high-speed train: you were about to have sex with Jeon Jungkook, and he had just seen your boobs.
"Getting all flustered, aren't you?"
You blushed, covering your eyes with your palms - you felt so exposed and yet you totally liked it. You peeked through your fingers, watching as Jungkook took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.
You moaned - mouth agape and body completely on fire - and you instinctively yanked his hair, pulling away the hairband that held them together. His locks tickled your skin as he played with your breasts for a little longer, crotch rubbing against your thigh.
"Fuck, Kookie, I want you now." You whined, the heat between your legs now unbearable, pussy begging for some friction.
"So eager. If you ask me nicely, maybe I'll give you what you want."
He laid a few kisses on your ribs, then on your stomach, and then stopped as he was looming over the lower abdomen. A smirk appeared on his lips, seeing you squirming under him was driving him crazy, so he playfully blew on your belly - just to tease you.
"Kookie- fuck, please I want your cock. Please, Jungkook, fuck me."
"Such a good girl." He breathed out, before pulling down both your leggings and your panties. He groaned as he admired your exposed cunt. "You are so wet for me already, princess."
The name he had just called you made your heart lose a beat, and you swiftly closed your legs, feeling your pussy pulsate. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, having never seen you so vulnerable, and grabbed both your knees to open your legs yet again.
"Shit, you are so pretty, Y/N."
If that was what Heavens felt, then you wanted to die every day. Jungkook's mouth was on your pussy, eating you out: he licked the length of your cunt, gently sucking on your clitoris, gaining lovable moans from you. You yanked your head back, as you grasped his hair, pleasuring tears blurring your vision.
His lips were soft, and he made sure to do everything to make you feel good. You were absolutely stunning - and he craved more.
"F-fuck, fuck me, please."
You groaned when you felt his lips detach from your pussy, fresh air tingling your bare skin. You were trying to catch your breath when you felt him thrust into you - without any warning. He stretched your walls and although it initially stung a bit, his cock felt too good.
"Shit- I couldn't wait any longer." He murmured in your ear, strong arms embracing you, holding you tight. You hugged him back, feeling him closer than ever. It all felt... warm.
He started pounding into you, keeping the same rhythm as he moaned into your ear. You felt light-headed as he fucked you harder, starting to lose all sense. You were now moaning uncontrollably, and Jungkook enjoyed every bit of it.
"You love it, huh? How I am fucking you dumb?"
He pulled away from the embrace, using his core muscles to raise himself slightly. He then grabbed you by the ankle, bringing your leg over his shoulder.
"Oh- Fuck, Jungkook!"
It was so deep, waves of pure pleasure had started running all over your body. You were now probably drooling, too.
"So good- it feels so good, Kookie."
Jungkook was now hugging your leg, brows furrowed, and head lowered down. His hair was completely hiding his expression, but you could hear his groans as he thrust harder and harder.
"You're so good- Y/N, so fucking good for me." He bit the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a big purple mark before looking directly at you. "Look at me, I want you to look at me. Can I cum- Can I cum inside of you?"
You nodded in agreement, as you were reaching your high, feeling your muscles tense.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cursed in a high-pitched voice as you cummed on his cock, spasms of pure bliss pulsating through you. After a few more thrusts, Jungkook let out a loud moan, cock twitching inside of you.
"God - Oh my fucking God." He deeply exhaled, body relaxing onto yours as he kept his cock where it belonged, while you were still sobbing from the fireworks of pleasure. Jungkook made sure not to crush you, putting his weight on the elbows.
He looked at you, a tender smile on his lips and dark eyes full of love. You wished you could have taken a picture of this moment to keep it forever: drops of sweat streaming down his arms, plump lips, some strands of hair attached to his forehead - he was beautiful.
"I love you." He tapped the tip of your nose, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
You smiled, cupping his cheeks with your hands, before squeezing them a little.
"I love you too, but you know, next time you want to fuck me, just tell me."
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JJK MASTERLIST 1
About time I did this.
Imma make a second one to this as well as the masterlist of masterlists for this and my other fic content. Thank you @gothy-froggy for your help!
MHA and other fandoms can wait until April cause they ain't doing well now.
Also idk what I'm doing writing wise on quotev. And kinda Wattpad. My priorities are effed.
And please commission me for fanfic writing endeavors. My guidelines and pricing are pinned on this blog so yeah.
Home Screen (Teen!SatoSugu x Teen!Fem!Reader)
Simping (Student!Geto x Student!Fem!Reader) 🧡💛
Moving Day (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)
Nights (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) 🔞
Period (Adult!Gojo Satoru x Adult!Fem!Reader) ❤️🩹
Satoru Main Frame (Adult!Gojo Satoru x Adult!Fem!Reader) 💙🩵
Lost in a Moment (AU!Adult!SatoSugu)
Ticklish Remedy (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Fem!Reader) 🤣😂
Pain in the Neck (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Fem!Student ft Student!Shoko) ❤️🩹
Specialz (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)🔞
Sick Day (Adult!SatoSugu x Sick!Adult!Fem!Reader) 😷🤒
Spooky Lovin' (Various JJK ft Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) 🎃👻
Dawn (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)
Tough Love ( Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) COMMISSION 💕
Thankful ( Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🦃🍁🍂
Prey (Vamp!JJK Men x Adult!Fem!Human)🔞
GOJO B-DAY SPECIAL aka Wish Come True ( Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🎂🎁🎈🎉🥳🎊
Because You Live (Toji Fushiguro x Adult!Fem!Reader) 💜
My Senpai (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Fem!Reader ft Student Ieiri Shoko)
Safe Haven (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader) 💗
Merry Making (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🎄🎅❄️☃️
A Future Bright (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) 🎆
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Hello! I’m baaaaack!! And with my first jujutsu kaisen fic! It took me so long to write such a short story- sorry for the wait (if anyone was waiting, tho I doubt). Anyway, I won’t talk for to long. Let’s get into it:
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synopsis: Inumaki finds out about the readers ticklishness, and there’s no way he’s going to pass up the opportunity to see them smile :)
ler: Inumaki
lee: reader
fandom: jjk
warnings: none, just scroll if you don’t like tickling! ☺️ (Please let me know if I missed any)
You were just sitting on the small couch in Inumaki’s room. You both often went to each other’s rooms, so often that you could both just go in without each other’s permission, so often that if one of you was looking for the other they’d check their own room first before the others.
Inumaki was out on a mission at the moment, so you were just on your phone scrolling through Tumblr. Suddenly you heard the door open and Inumaki walked in. “Hello! How was the mission?”. He smiled, you could tell from his eyes, and signed to you; “It went well, but I’m tired. Can I rest on you?”. You nodded, allowing him to lie down on you, his head resting on your lap, his face pushed into your stomach. You smiled at him and gently ran your hands through his hair.
You sat like that for about a minute when he nuzzled his face further into your stomach, catching your of guard. You squeaked and flinched slightly. Inumaki looked up at you, then quickly signed out “you ok?” “I’m fine, my stomach’s just a bit… sensitive” “did I hurt you?” “No, it just-“ you paused. You couldn’t say that word out loud, so you signed it instead.
“Tickles”
Inumaki’s eyes flashed with mischief. He used his position to his advantage, not allowing you to run a lightly squeezed your side. “Ahaha!,” you giggled slightly in response. He smiled again and started poking at your stomach.
“T-tohohoge!! Ahah whahahat ahahare you dohohoing??” Inumaki just chuckled slightly. He was thinking of all the things he would say to you right now if he didn’t have cursed speech or his hands weren’t busy right now.
Since he couldn’t tease you with words, he opted to now sit up on your lap and tickle your neck with one hand and draw circles on your side with the other.
They way you scrunched up and giggled at these new sensations felt very endearing to Inumaki. He smiled at you. Even though he was still tired, you’re laugher gave him energy again, a reason to stay awake.
He stopped for a minute to let you catch your breath. He signed to you “Do you want me to stop?”. You didn’t want it to stop, but it was once again to flustering to say out loud so you signed it to him.
“It’s fine, I actually-“ you paused for a moment, worried about what he would think, but then you remembered that this was your best friend, you can trust him. “I actually like being tickled”
His eyes widened, then filled with a look of happiness. He didn’t waste one more second, he started to tickle your sides.
They way Inumaki tickled you was nice. It was gentle so he wouldn’t hurt you, but he was definitely not going easy on you.
“Ahaha!!,” you laughed, lightly pushing on his hands. Your smile made him calm. He likes seeing you happy like this, it makes him feel happy as well.
After awhile, both of you got tired. You guys hugged on the couch, his hands lightly ghosting over your sides until the twi of of you fall asleep. He loves that you like it, so always be on the lookout for sneak attacks, even during training. It’ll not like Gojo would make him stop. Inumaki certainly keeps you on your toes!
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Ok, that’s all for now! I hope you enjoyed :)) Sorry if I don’t write or post any new fics for awhile, I get unmotivated easily lol. I hope you have a lovely day/night! Byeeeee!!
-Froggie :p
#jujutsu kaisen tickling#tickle community#tickling#t-word content#tickle fluff#lee!reader#Ler!inumaki#ticklish reader#Inumaki x ticklish reader#Inumaki x reader#Jujutsu kaisen x ticklish reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk tickles#Jjk x ticklish reader#jjk x reader
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Better Than Your 2D Men
Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader
Rating: SFW / Fluff
Genre/Theme: Established relationship; non-titan au
Content warning: fluff, teasing, language, suggestive (?), they make out a little.
Summary: When you crush over your fav anime men, Eren gets jealous cause homeboy wants all the attention to himself.
Author's Note: Hello, here’s a short fluffy one-shot with my fav 2D man cause I wanted to have an ambitious crossover of my fav animes. Thank you for reading <3
~ Eren’s Birdie
Song Dedication: 3D (Alternate Ver.) by Jung Kook
“Baby… pay attention to me…”
You ignore your boyfriend's pouty voice as he lies across the bed, near your feet – instead, you focus on the laptop screen on your lap.
“How much longerrrr?” You hear him sigh and feel fingers caressing the bottom of your feet.
“You know I'm not ticklish,” you reply plainly, eyes still glued to the screen.
“Hmm, that's why…” you hear him mumble before you feel a set of teeth bite around your right foot toes.
“Eren, ew… what the fuck,” you cringe, pulling your foot away from him as you slide the laptop to your side, abruptly halting the anime you were watching to finally look at him.
Your boyfriend smiles ingeniously, proud of his accomplishment at finally getting your attention redirected towards him.
“So that’s what it takes for you to finally pay attention to what really matters,” he ponders as he crawls up to lie between your legs, tilting his head to rest his face on your right thigh.
“I was focusing on what really matters,” you roll your eyes as you grab your laptop once again to rest it on your other thigh. However, Eren’s quick to move further up till his torso is splayed over you, almost like a lizard trying to cover as much surface area of a wall it possibly can.
“Rennie, please let me finish these episodes, I haven’t had the time to watch them for like… weeks now,” you sigh as you try to move his heavy body to the side.
He doesn't budge but simply wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his hands into the gap between your body and the mattress, resting his cheek on your belly, “Okay, you can continue watching.”
You sigh in defeat as you tilt your laptop screen, pressing play and focusing your attention back on the show despite the awkward position you’re in.
It isn’t another 10 minutes into the episode before you hear your boyfriend speak again, “Sometimes I wonder if the only reason you watch this show is cause the men are attractive. There’s no way a slice-of-life person like you enjoys such violence and death.”
You don’t reply, trying your best to ignore his commentary and focusing on the fight scene.
“Oh my god, I’m right! Who is it? Do you like Gojo? Or Nanami? Or who– what are the names of other hot men in this one?” Eren chuckles in disbelief, looking up to scan your face to see if you give away anything.
“Shh, let me concentrate… it’s an important fight,” you mumble without looking at him and the scene is almost over.
“Yeah right,” he scoffs as he pauses the episode right when Choso enters the frame, “tell me, do you find this guy hot?”
“Eren, are you seriously jealous of a 2D character?” you counter, trying not to laugh at his actions.
“Well, if he’s stealing my precious time with my girl then ye–”
“We’ve literally been in bed the whole day,” you interrupt him.
“And is it so wrong to want to be closer to my girlfriend?” he gasps.
“Yes, you were lying around, scrolling on your phone… doing random shit the whole day but the minute I decided to watch JJK, you suddenly want my attention,” you roll your eyes at him.
“Don’t change the topic– who’s your fav among them?” he dodges your accusations.
A smile creeps up on your lips as you decide to indulge him, “Well, they’re all so hot, it’s hard to choose really. There’s this guy, Choso… and Geto, and Toji! Now that I think about it, all of them are equally attractive.”
“All brunettes,” he notes.
“What?” you ask, confused.
“All the men you just named have dark hair,” he states.
“Yes… so?”
“I’m basically like the real-life version of them – I have long, dark hair, a good physique, handsome face–”
“Okay, Narcissus, chill,” you snort. Eren pulls away from you to move further up till he’s hovering over you, caging your head between his arms.
“No, my point being… if you have all of this right here,” he points at himself as he smirks, “why waste your time on some stupid anime?”
“I can have both,” you grin, pressing your palms over his chest.
“One is clearly better than the other,” he dips his head down for a peck.
“I seriously can’t believe you’re jealous of a bunch of sexy 2D men,” you giggle once again.
“No, I'm not… Can your 2D men do this?” he whispers, tilting your face and burying his face into your neck. He licks your skin before sucking on it roughly, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body.
“Can they?” he asks once again as his hand glides under your t-shirt to cup one of your breasts, playing with the nipple. Eren nibs at the spot behind your ear and you let out a soft moan. “Yes?”
“No,” you huff, closing your eyes at the feeling.
“So, am I not better than your 2D men?” he whispers in your ear before biting your earlobe. His hand abandons your tit, instead travelling down to dip into the waistband of your shorts, pressing two fingers over your mound.
“Y-yes,” you sigh. He laughs at how desperate your voice comes out and you tilt your head to kiss him on the lips to end this awkward conversation.
And Eren, being the good boyfriend that he is, lets you mask your embarrassment into his embrace – delighted at being the centre of your attention once again.
~fin~
#erensbirdie#aot x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren x reader#aot x you#aot smut#attack on titan#eren smut#eren yeager#eren jaeger#eren aot
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# - 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 mdni
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : you decide to watch a movie with Kento but are soon too distracted to care, you’re attention elsewhere
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dom!nanami x fem sub!reader
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with no plot
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cockwarming, light spanking, nipple play, pet names such as; baby, pup, good girl, darling, slut, whore & cockwarmer
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I am severely sleep deprived so I apologise in advance
masterlist | jjk masterlist | anon masterlist
I whimper and shake as I swing my leg over Kento’s naked lap.
"𝘚𝘩𝘩, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳"
Kento reaches for the remote and turns the TV up. I would hear the characters' conversation more clearly, but I'm too fixated on a certain blonde behind me. The soft shushing of the remote resting on the pillow was far louder to me than any nonsense in the silly show I suggested we watch.
I gasp and choke back a squeak as Kento’s strong hands rest on my hips.
"𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘱”
I refuse to whimper as he presses my hips down. I don't make a peep as he positions his cock at my entrance. A shudder crawls over my skin and through my bones when he enters me, stretches me, but still I remain obediently silent.
A soft chuckle is released behind me.
"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’s 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭... 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”
He pulls me towards him, drawing my back to his chest, and wraps his arms around me to hold me casually. As though he's completely unaffected by the way my pussy is squeezing him. As though he can't feel my wetness dripping down his cock. Meanwhile I sit here and shake, continuing to choke back any whimpers and practically panting with the effort.
My pussy twitches around his cock. I feel a soft puff of air on my neck, and know that he's laughing at my needy misery. I squirm in my discomfort, unfortunately pressing him even deeper inside me. I don't stop when I notice my movement. I can't. I start grinding instead, desperately rocking my hips back and forth. Kento hits every inch of my insides and I let out a little squeal of pleasure.
A sharp smack on the inside of my thigh makes me freeze. I try to stifle my whine, but fail miserably. My noise earns me another hard smack in the exact same spot.
"𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘱. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”
I feel a whimper crawl up my throat and trap it behind my tongue. Gently, I settle down and ease completely onto his lap. It takes a moment or seven, but slowly my pussy relaxes and I'm able to calm down and enjoy the feeling of sitting in his arms, being his good little cockwarmer. I sigh silently, releasing a long, soft stream of air as I relax even further. Suddenly my body remembers how exhausting my day has been, and I allow myself to melt and get absorbed into our show.
A soft petting on my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt, over my knee. My pussy twitches of its own volition, but I refuse to focus on any part of the sensation beyond the soothing pets of Kento’s large hand. Soothing pets that just so happen to be on my thigh, and moving up.
I shiver against my own will, and practically glare at the TV in my determination to focus on the show. Nevermind the warmth crawling up my skin from his hand. Nevermind the way my nipples are hardening underneath my sheer white shirt. Nevermind the slow progression of that heavenly hand closer and closer...
He starts just above my knee, on the inside of my thigh. Fingertips barely grazing my skin. If I were ticklish, I wouldn't be able to hold back my squirming right now. Fortunately...
No. There's nothing fortunate about my sensitivity as his fingertips travel up my thigh. I can hardly stand feeling the way my wetness continues to drip around him. He's at the midpoint, now; my skirt is starting to bunch around his wrist as he makes his way up. My muscles tense. My pussy twitches. Just as a shiver builds up, ready to shake me, his fingers travel back down.
I want to groan with frustration. I want to grind on him. I want to lean forward and ride him wildly, like the desperate, needy slut I am.
Up, his fingertips travel again, a little firmer than last time.
Back down.
Up again, his palm joining his fingertips to spread warmth over my thigh.
A squeeze at my mid-thigh. A small circle with his fingertips on that spot. A stroke up. A stroke down. Another circle.
Finally, finally he strokes his fingers up, finally he--
Back down again.
I groan and whine with frustration, squirming with my hips, a movement that quickly becomes me riding him, bouncing on his cock as well as I could in my compromised position. He allows me, and I take full advantage.
I moan and whimper and gasp, trying to pull my back away from his chest to find a better angle to ride him, but his arm locks me down tight. He presses on my hips, and in a matter of seconds I'm immobilized.
"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰!!!"
I practically scream with need, my pussy twitching and squeezing. I'm rewarded for my petulance with three hard strikes on my right thigh. Another on the left side, followed by a fourth on the right again.
"𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨”
Another hard smack accompanies his deceptively soft words and drags a tortured scream from my lips. Three more hard strikes on my left thigh, and I start to lose count as my head goes warm. I moan and rock my hips as best I can under his grip.
Another grouping of strikes on each of my thighs.
"𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵..."
A firmer grip, the fingers of one hand digging deep into my thigh while the other travels up to my breasts to grab me there. He massages me, gropes me, rough enough that I'm sure I'll have dark bruises from his fingertips come morning.
I moan and whine, trying to grind, but I'm held completely still in his unforgiving grip.
"𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺”
The groping stops, his grip only holding me still.
A whisper in my ear.
"𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘮,𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘱?“
A soft kiss on my cheek as the groping resumes.
"𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”
Another kiss. His hand travels up my thigh again, brushing my sore, sensitive skin. I shiver and bite my lip, but I keep silent. Please... Please...
A fingertip brushes my clit and my muscles lock down. I refuse to move. To shake or grind or do anything that will make Kento stop. He hums happily as his finger lazily flicks my clit. There's no rhythm. No reliability. Only inconsistent stimulation that's impossibly frustrating in its randomness. I want to beg, but I know better. He’s in a torturing mood tonight, and begging won't do me any good, unless my goal is to egg him on.
Soft groping on my breast with his free hand, with very little coordination between his fingers on my clit and the way he massages me. He starts to softly stroke around my nipple over my shirt, shifting the fabric to just barely brush over the tip. I refuse to shake. I refuse to moan. I refuse to give in. So I just lock down harder, my pussy squeezing Kento tight. He freezes with a sharp inhale, but only for a moment before he chuckles. He continues to flick my clit and trace around my nipple, no rhyme or reason to his movements, driving me out of my mind with want for rhythm and regularity.
I make the mistake of whimpering and shifting in my need. His hand pulls back from my clit before connecting sharply with my pussy, making me scream. His hand stays there and starts to rub my clit quickly. His other hand pulls back and strikes over my left breast, then my right.
"𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦..."
I shake and whine, an orgasm building. His teasing had made me so tense, taken me so close... My pussy twitches again and starts to get impossibly tight. I start rocking my hips again, sobbing with need, feeling my pussy twitch and drip around him. Finally, finally...
His fingers keep rubbing my clit as his cock fills and stretches me inside. My movements get stuttery and irregular, the pleasure too much for me. Kento starts thrusting up to keep the rhythm, and pleasure crashes through me. My pussy contracts again around his cock, and waves of pleasure start to roll down my spine.
Until he pulls away and slaps my twitching clit.
I scream and squirm and whimper as he locks his arms around me to keep me from moving as he strikes me over and over, ruining my orgasm. My poor, tortured pussy continues to twitch around him, and I squeal from the pain and pleasure.
"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!!“
His hand slows and transitions to petting the sore skin around my pussy. With all the sensations easing, I'm finally able to hear his labored breath and soft snarling behind me.
"𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦..."
His arms wrap tight around me, and he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. Strong, groping hands knead my aching thighs and tits, the grip firm and needy.
Kento releases me from between his teeth and snarls in my ear, panting. With surprising softness, he whispers in my ear.
"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵“
—
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 700 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡︎
— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰
#⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒋𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 成人向け#きたない 📍#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk smut#jjk nanami#jjk kento#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento#nanami#nanami x you#nanami x reader#nanami smut#nanami x y/n#jujutsu kaisen nanami#kento x you#kento x y/n#kento x reader#smut#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen fanfic
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CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST
Requests are open!! Make sure to read the rules for requests in my pinned post before requesting!!
Number of requests currently: 5 (whoa wtf)
Everything is (sort of) arranged in chronological order of posting.
Personal favorites are in bold!
If you wish to see my other works, here's a link to my jjk masterlist and to my ao3 profile.
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Created - 26.08.2023
Last updated - 30.10.2024
HEADCANONS
Fantasy AU with Valeria! - Fluff, SFW
Platonic!TF141 x Eastern European!Reader - Fluff, SFW
Roommate!John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Reader - Fluff, SFW
FICS
Night time bonding || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - Fluff, SFW
Summary - You have a hard time falling asleep. Ghost has the same problem.
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader smut drabble - NSFW
Summary - The title is pretty self-explanatory.
Hush || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - Slight angst, fluff, SFW (requested)
Summary - Different situations where reader and Ghost hug because he’s too afraid to say “i love you” at the moment, but both of you know what his hugs mean.
Take us back || Zombie AU || Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Gn!Reader - Angst, gore, mcd
Summary – The new world was rotten, and you rotted away with it.
Every time, I fall for you || Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Gn!Reader - Fluff, suggestive
Summary - Kyle fell for you hard, but he doesn’t know if it’s mutual.
Double vision || John ‘Bravo 0-6’ Price x Paramedic!Gn!Reader (requested) - Fluff, SFW
Summary - John gets into a car crash on his leave and meets you - a cute paramedic who instantly attracts his attention.
I don't care what's in your hair || Roommate!John 'Soap' Mactavish x Gn!Reader - SFW, Fluff, Teasing, Friendly banter
Summary – Your roommate Johnny comes back after his deployment and his hair looks like it needs a little trimming.
Big guy || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - SFW, fluff
Summary – Ghost takes a liking to the nickname you give him, but struggles to understand just how much he likes it.
Closer || Slasher!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x M!Reader - Dark themes, kidnapping, dead dove do not eat (requested)
Summary - You hear various dark rumors from your colleagues and you don’t believe them, until there is one particular ghost looking you right in the eye.
Lost and found || Zombie AU || Parental figure!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Kid!Reader - Platonic, Found family, Hurt/Comfort, Parenting
Summary - You both were lost in this new world, but at least you had each other to lean on. Or tales of how Simon Riley deals wit being a parental figure during the zombie apocalypse.
Something for your mind || Platonic!John ‘Bravo 0-6’ Price x Reader (requested) - Angst
Summary - Task Force 141 mourned your loss when you went MIA during one of the missions, however eventually you come back, but not in the way one would think of.
Gentle || Roommate!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader - SFW, Fluff
Summary - You’ve been having a rough week, but your roommate Simon is there to help you through it.
SERIES
Out of the shadows || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Shadow!Gn!Reader - Slight angst, action, SFW
Summary – After the betrayal of Task Force 141 and the slaughter of civilians in Las Almas you decide to leave Shadow Company on the spot, which works out sideways, leaving you with simmering hate towards the man whom you used to look up to and new interesting figures in your life.
First step. - Where you cut ties with Shadows.
Second step. - WIP
Third step. - WIP
RANDOM THOUGHTS
Price, who’s down bad for his spouse
What if there was a cure to the zombie virus? (“Take us back” fic related)
Slasher!Ghost
WIPS
Watching her fade away || Hanahaki AU || Platonic!Task Force 141 x F!Reader (requested) - SFW, Angst
Ticklish || Poly!Task Force 141 x F!Reader (requested) - NSFW
Forwards, beckon, rebound || Zombie AU || Parental figure!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Kid!Reader (requested) - SFW, Fluff
Rotten roots || Platonic!Task Force 141 x Reader (requested) - SFW, Hurt/Comfort
With you for the last time || Task Force 141 x Reader (requested) - SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort
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Title: I'm Home
Synopsis: Where SaShiSu finally meet you again after 7 lifetimes of not seeing you.
Character: SaShiSu x reader
Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)
Notes: Part 2 of Can I meet you again? AU where Geto does not defect, and you do instead. Some angst, fluff, mentions of death, suicide and murder. Happy ending.
My playlist when writing this: - Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan - Akari by Soushi Sakiyama (Ending of JJK S2 Hidden Inventory)
When you dream, you sometimes see the same three people.
Two boys and one girl. The two boys were like the sun and moon, almost like the direct opposite of each other. One's got white hair and the bluest eyes of them all, the other's got dark hair and beautiful purple eyes rivalling amethysts. The girl had short brown hair and warm, caramel brown eyes, with a mole under her right eye.
They always seemed to appear in your dream, but every time you woke up, you could barely remember their facial features, as if something or someone was deliberately drawing over it with a thick sharpie to obstruct your view.
So when you wake up, you're left wondering why you keep dreaming of them, and your chest that clenches in longing whenever you wake up from a dream including them.
Sometimes, you would even wake up in tears, and sometimes, you would wake up with the biggest smile on your face. On one rare occasion, you felt a sharp pain in your neck that hurt so much you woke up in cold sweat. But, you could also feel a gentle hand caressing your cheek.
For your whole life, you didn't know why they kept appearing in your dreams. Even when you were young, you couldn't get the images of them out of your head, or their faceless features, nor the imagery that was shown to you. Horrible images they had been, ones where you would wake up tired and lethargic, like you'd battled and exhausted all your mental and physical energy.
You don't know who or what you're fighting.
When you tried to talk to your parents about it, they would shrug you off, thinking it was just a nightmare or something that kids dreamt of because of their overactive imaginations.
But you knew. You knew it was more than that. You just weren't able to explain it in words.
So you never talked about those dreams again. They were dreams that stayed with you and dreams that ended with you.
If you had a chance, sometimes you would ask others what their dreams were about or if they had the same type of dream. But none of them were even similar to your situation, and it made you confused why yours were so different to everyone else's.
It was only when you turned 18, you managed to remember the face of one of the three.
It was the one with dark hair and purple eyes. His features were sharper than you thought, and for him specifically, it was like a veil had risen from in front of your eyes, and you were able to remember bits and pieces of the dreams you continuously had.
You don't know his name. But the way he looked at you made your chest tight, and your cheek tingle. Specifically the area under the eye.
You could probably trace his features on a piece of paper if you tried hard enough - you could recall your fingertips tracing his face as he lay next to you, and the laugh that came from him when he found it ticklish.
Then, he would cup your cheek, his thumb gently swiping the area right under your eye, the area which would normally tingle after some dreams with him in it. And each and every time, his expression would be incredibly soft, his gaze incredibly affectionate as he looked at you.
For you to feel it so realistically, you sometimes wondered whether it was a memory from a past life, or if it was a premonition of sorts?
When you woke up, you were calm, relaxed and felt safe. It was strange after such a dream. When talking to others, you heard these types of dreams would make someone giddy and excited because it was so intimate.
Contrary to the general population, even though you were calm, and the dream you had was intimate and borderline romantic, all you just felt was that a part of you was missing.
You missed the stranger in your dreams; the stranger who sometimes held you tenderly, sometimes knocked the wind out of you with his hugs, and sometimes caressed your cheek as if you were the only thing in his eyes. After you could remember his face, the pull of longing became stronger little by little.
Your eyes started to look around, wherever you were, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy in your dreams, a silver of hope in you to reach some answers.
Why were you having these dreams?
Who was he? Who were the other two?
What significance did they have in your life?
You have yet to get any answers.
The second face you could finally properly see was the girl. She was young, maybe around your current age and had those beautiful brown eyes you could get lost in. She had the demeanor of someone who didn't have much of a care in the world, but she was fun, she was kind and she was most of all flirty. Towards you, anyway.
You could recall the embarassment you woke up to after she had teased you all day in the dream. Your face was red, but it made you happy. For that much teasing, you wondered whether you were an M. It made no sense you liked it so much?
Hell, everything in your dreams, and how it shaped you and your thoughts, confused you. It all made no sense, but it felt like you were trying to find something, find something precious you've lost. But what precious thing did you lose?
You didn't know.
When you felt like you were on the verge of figuring something out, you couldn't. You didn't have enough information.
So, you continued life like normal, hoping that you would at least get some answers living day to day and dreaming night after night.
It was around the 3 month mark after you could see the dark haired boy that you could see the girl. Now all your dreams had both of them in it, two of the three whom you could see the faces of. But, the last one's face was still blurred out, and you still couldn't see him.
All you knew was that he wore these dark round sunglasses, had white hair, and for some reason, you knew he had blue eyes.
But, you still weren't able to see his face.
While you dreamed of scattered bits of what seemed like a memory, you could tell the white haired one was a bit brash, but was secretly a sweetheart who hid behind a bravado of arrogance.
Every time you woke up from dreaming about the white haired one, you felt like laughing, only because whatever reaction he gave was funny. He was a very lively one, and compared to the others, he always had something interesting he was doing, no matter what time or in whatever situation.
But for years, the blurring on his face didn't disappear, and you weren't able to find out what he properly looked like.
One day, you stumbled across a crepe shop a few stations away from where you lived. The rush hour traffic was absolutely abysmal, and it was a mild day, causing it to be hot and disgusting inside the train.
So, you did what any sane person would do and get off the train a few stops earlier, preferring to walk home instead. You were in your early 20's and had moved to Tokyo for work after completing your degree, preferring to be a little closer without having to commute so long.
It was only by coincidence you discovered it, but when you ordered for the first time, it was like you had practiced this order your whole life.
A crepe decorated with strawberries, whipped cream and topped with a drizzle of chocolate.
While you waited for them to make your order, you could hear someone's voice in the back of your head, a deep voice with a playful tone that didn't belong to anybody you knew.
But even so, it was a voice you were incredibly familiar with, and your breath hitched from hearing it again.
Except, when you looked around, there wasn't anybody near you, and there wasn't anybody who 'fit' the voice from a further distance away.
Nobody who 'fit' the voice? You had questioned your own thoughts, wondering where that came from. It was almost like you were trying to find a specific person.
But who?
When you got the crepe, you left. It was a delicious crepe, so you wanted to go back and get one for yourself on days when you were stressed. Probably a Friday like today. You often went there after school on Fridays.
It was a moment after you finished the thought that you stopped suddenly in your steps.
I often went there after school on Fridays? You looked over your shoulder at the crepe shop in the distance, situated between other shops.
That's impossible.
You knew it was impossible. You didn't live in the city, you didn't go to this side of the city, nor did you see this crepe shop any other time in your life. It was your first time ordering from them too!
So what gives?
The next moment, you heard a familiar voice. It was definitely a figment of your imagination, but you swore you could hear that same voice from when you were waiting for your crepe. But when you faced the direction it came from, you couldn't find anything.
You heaved a light sigh and started walking home, just missing the tall white haired man who had come to order his own crepe.
That night, you finally saw the face of the white haired boy, 4 years after seeing the faces of the dark haired boy and brown haired girl.
He was an incredibly beautiful boy, contrary to his expressions and behaviours. No blemishes to speak of, soft white hair and a glimmering set of blue eyes.
Those blue eyes were so beautiful you couldn't help but admire them whenever you remembered them. It reminded you of a cloudless blue sky, maybe even prettier.
The dream in which you had seen that boy properly for the first time was at the crepe shop you went to before. It was one where he stood with you, both in uniform as he paid for the crepes, grinning as he ordered one with a multitude of toppings, whilst you ordered your regular strawberry crepe with whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle.
His round sunglasses were opaque, a detail you seemed to already know, and when he caught you staring at him while talking, he teased you and took off his glasses, coming up close to your face to allow you to stare at his eyes.
It seemed he knew what you wanted, but after you complimented him sincrerely on how pretty his eyes were, he put the sunglasses on you, completely obscuring your vision with darkness as he ruffled your hair and mumbled out a quiet and embarrassed 'shut up'.
The same voice you heard at the crepe shop - it belonged to him. You were sure of it.
You were even more sure that if you went to that same crepe shop on Fridays during after school hours, you might be able to see him, and by extension, the other two.
It was only the next week when you woke up in cold sweat, dreaming of yet another battle. But, this time your neck stung and you felt like you were suffocating.
There was only one other time you had this type of dream, and it was when you were young, the day you tried telling your parents about it.
You controlled your inhales and exhales, holding the side of your neck that stung, feeling a liquid sensation there. Alarmed, you brought your hand in front of you to look, but it was just your sweat.
It felt like something else. A darker, more viscous liquid.
Your hand trembled, flashes of your bloodied hand flashing for less than a second in your mind, similar to your dream.
You could recall blurry imagery, blood, screams and frantic voices. You could feel one of your hands being caressed between two larger hands. You knew it was the darker haired boy who was holding your hand. But you couldn't see him except for the top half of his face. You could only make out that he had a sad expression in his eyes, but masked it with calmness.
The one who you could see, was the owner of the beautiful blue eyes. He held an expression you've never seen on him before, one that was a mixture of pain, disbelief, panic and frustration all in one. His eyes were glossy, and it looked like he could cry at any moment. His jaw was clenched and his breathing was erratic.
That was when you heard another voice, one that you knew belonged to the darker haired boy.
"Let's get you home, [name]."
That was when you woke up. You could only feel your cold body, shivers making goosebumps form on your skin, regardless of how warm the spring weather was becoming.
Compared to when you were younger, the dream you just had was much stronger, much more pronounced, and you could really feel what was happening.
It was too much. The only emotion you could feel was regret, sadness, and a tad of relief. You couldn't help but tear up. You hugged yourself in a fetal position as you tried to hold back your tears. But the more you tried to, the more tears threatened to spill.
And so you cried.
After that day, you recorded everything. You had half a mind to do it when you started being more conscious of the world, but you didn't end up doing anything until now. You should've started earlier.
After a week of jotting down all the notes you could, you had finally written up a bunch of documents on your computer, detailing everything you saw in your dreams, the people you met, the experiences you got, and the three people who it seemed to revolve around.
You even decided to take up art classes to draw the vivid imagery in your dreams after failing to draw a proper pair of round opaque sunglasses. It was easier to scribble down whatever you could, including drawings, when you remembered it.
And the drawings you found yourself drawing a lot of, were actually the crepes found at the crepe store you frequented on the weekly.
You ordered something different each time, hoping it would jog your memory or even trigger some. After all, it seemed you went to the crepe store with the white haired boy every week, and every week both of you got a different combination of flavours.
It wasn't every single time, but some would trigger memories to flow into your head. That was when you would quickly sketch down a crepe with a large number of toppings, one that you know you wouldn't get. It was definitely the white haired boy's.
This continued on for the next few years, and the number of sketchbooks and documents you've put together were numerous. There was so much material and you had more to add, making you wonder when you would stop getting these dreams.
On a day where you didn't get any dreams, you decided you wanted to go to the crepe store. It wasn't a Friday, but rather a Saturday, just a day after your previous visit.
You hadn't gone on a weekend before.
As you make your way there, you found the chatter of the streets to be louder than the Friday, full of smiles and laughter of families and friends.
This brought a smile to your lips as you stopped in front of the crepe store, wondering what you wanted this time. Yesterday you had a maple syrup crepe, so today you'll get a savoury one.
You put in an order for a cream cheese salmon crepe, a new addition added only the week prior, and stood to the waiting area, patiently waiting for them to finish your brunch.
"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you ordering a savoury crepe. What happened to just the sweet kind?"
You froze.
That voice.
That voice.
Your eyes widened and you immediately looked up from your open sketchbook, staring at a taller man with white hair, tinted round sunglasses and the biggest grin on his face.
It was the boy, now a man, from your dreams.
Your eyes glossed over with a sudden wish to cry. Your chest tightened, making it harder to breathe while your head started hurting, a bunch of information flowing into your mind like they were your own. The amount of information crammed into your head was overwhelming, almost worse than the worst headache you've ever had.
But, it gave you answers. It gave you everything you ever wanted to know.
Now, everything made sense.
Your lips parted, about to say something, but then it closed and opened again like a goldfish, unsuccessful in delivering anything via words. Instead, your tears fell and you sobbed like a madman, wailing in the middle of the street while waiting for your crepe.
Satoru only laughed at you, taking the sketchbook out of your hands as he pulled you into his chest, giving you tight hug, enveloping you in his embrace.
Oh, how you missed his hugs.
"'toru, 'toru, 'toru!" You chanted his nickname like a prayer, your voice muffled in his chest as you sobbed, arms trying to pull him impossibly closer than he already was. You couldn't stop the tears from falling; a sense of relief, happiness and comfort washing over you as you hugged him.
Satoru only responded by hugging you tighter, pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he nuzzled into you, taking in the scent he's missed so much. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, then nuzzled his cheek back in the same place.
You were here. You were here in his arms. He wasn't dreaming.
"I'm here, [name]." One of his hands behind your neck started stroking the back of your head, comforting you as you let another sob at his reassurance that you were definitely not dreaming and he was there in the flesh.
Against his chest, you could feel his racing heartbeat as he hugged you, almost like he'd run a marathon, making your sobs turn into broken laughs at how that one trait never changed.
You pulled away from him but kept in his embrace, sniffing as you stared up at him. You reached up to take off his sunglasses, seeing those beautiful blue eyes you've missed. You stared into them for a moment, with them staring right back at you, almost like they could see through your soul.
"Like what you see?" A familiar, shit-eating grin made you laugh and lightly hit his arm, mirth settling in his eyes as he saw your smile.
It was genuine.
"You've grown up, 'toru." Your words were soft as you cupped both of his cheeks, checking his face from all angles. "The last time I saw you, we were both 18." You pinched his cheeks before your hands dropped to your sides, "You've matured. You've become really handsome."
Satoru usually would've cracked a joke, but with the shock of finally seeing you again and the sincerity in your words after not meeting you for over 600 years, he nodded, a closed smile as he felt his eyes become glossy. He shied away from your gaze, opting to look at your shoulder as he tried to blink away his tears.
The last time he saw you was when you died in his arms. He didn't count Kenjaku who had taken over your body as you. So when he finally saw you waiting at the crepe store he'd come to on a weekly basis, he couldn't help but feel so, so happy you were there. He almost thought it wasn't real because they weren't able to find you for over 7 lifetimes, and it was his mind playing tricks on him.
Though, as luck would have it, a couple of years ago, he just barely saw you, and knew they could find you this time around.
And that, they did.
"'toru, can you lean down for me?" You request, taking a small step back so he had room to. You felt his arms lock so you stayed in his embrace, almost like he was afraid you'd escape from his grasp and leave.
He met your eyes again, this time confusion evident in them as he did as requested. You felt your hands go to the sides of his head, bringing him down a slight bit more, before planting a kiss on his hairline.
"I promised!"
When you let go, he stood back up, bringing you in for another embrace as he hid his face from you, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His face was burning with a pink blush, his ears red as he tried to calm down his hammering heart. He knew you could hear it, but he didn't want you to see his embarrassed face too.
"Satoru, have you gotten your crepe yet?"
Suguru, who had come with Shoko, raised a brow as he saw Satoru hugging someone. The other person held his glasses in one hand, lightly patting his back as a means of comfort. They were still waiting for their crepes, it seemed.
"Wait..." Shoko paused for a moment, a hand coming to Suguru's arm. "That's..." She was glad she wasn't smoking at this very moment, because immediately after seeing the familiar hands, Suguru had excused himself and gave Shoko all the things he was holding, forsaking his gentleman behaviour to see the friend he couldn't save.
Shoko could only sigh as she watched her best friends. She was waiting her turn and wouldn't be able to go against those two giants, so all she did was stand off to the side and watch as they had a little reunion before she had hers.
"[name]!" Suguru's call of your name was breathless as he grabbed Satoru's shoulder, making you lift your head to see him.
When you saw Suguru again, you let go of Satoru and your arms reached to go around Suguru's neck as you cried his name, jumping into his arms as you once again cried at the appearance of your best friend, the one who tried to save you but you pushed away.
Satoru couldn't even properly get mad because he already had his cute little reunion, so he gave Suguru a little grin before going over to Shoko and taking the bags from her to bring closer to where everyone else was.
"Sugu!" You sobbed his name as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He supported you by holding you up in a tight hug, closer to his strong ones, as you breathed in his familiar scent.
He couldn't stop himself from also shedding a couple of tears, giving you a light kiss on your cheek in the process, his eyes closed as he rearranged his arms so one arm was around your waist, and the other was on the back of your head.
"I missed you." He mumured into your ear. His voice was so small, about to crack, as he let you down onto the ground and leaned down to bury his face into your neck. He just bathed in your presence, bathed in you.
He missed this. He missed you. He missed you so, so much. He didn't know if he would be able to live without you. Those 600 years and more he had to wait for you to finally come back to him were so, so long. But he never gave up. They never gave up.
That was how precious you were to them.
"Sugu, I want to see you." You gently pet the back of his head, smoothing out the hair he'd let loose for the day. It was as silky as you remembered it, maybe even more?
You wondered if he followed your advice on using shampoo and conditioner instead of just soap.
Suguru didn't move for a second, but sniffed and lifted himself up, facing you with red eyes and cheeks. He didn't care if others saw him. He didn't care anymore, especially when it came to you.
You smiled up at him, happiness in your eyes as you looked at him as if he was the most precious thing you've ever set your eyes on (you look at Satoru & Shoko the same way, he noted). You cupped his cheeks, doing exactly what you did to Satoru to Suguru too, examining his facial features.
You run a hand through his hair, pulling it gently back for him. "You've grown up, Sugu. You look very handsome. Very dashing." You giggled when you see his cheeks flare at the compliments, and he resists the urge to hide in the crook of your neck again and take in your calming scent.
"You have too." Suguru eyes you, nodding to himself at your now matured look. He grabs one of your hands, holding it with both his own as he gently rubs circles into the back of your hand.
To him, Satoru & Shoko, you were still pretty much the same as when you were 18, when you left them in their first life. You didn't change much. All your mannerisms were the same, maybe a little bit different from how you grew up, but he thought of it as another variation of you.
You only beam at him, giving him a little twirl of yourself, making the three of them laugh.
You were still so cute.
"Shoko!" You let go of Suguru's hand after giving it a light squeeze, heading over to where the doctor was.
Her arms were already outstretched for you, and you dove right into her arms, hugging her as tight as possible, feeling a laugh resonating in her chest as you hugged her tight. Her arms went around your neck, chin on top of your head as you tried not to cry again at seeing her.
She stroked the back of your head gently, kissing your forehead and cheeks, then pressing her forehead against yours after a slight change in positioning. "You seem well, [name]. Did you miss me? We kept our promise to see you again."
"Of course I missed you!" You ended up bawling into her shirt as you realised she was the one who hadn't seen you the longest out of the three. The last time you properly saw her was just after you had murdered the elder, and then you died a year or so later in Satoru & Suguru's arms.
Shoko, already understanding what you wanted to say, only smiled as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against yours.
After a moment, you apologised for making her clothes wet with your tears, but she shrugged it off, citing 'battle scars' with a wide grin. Some things she said, was still a mystery to you.
You sniffed as you took a step back to fully look at Shoko. She looks much cooler than she did back then, grown her hair longer, and was more mature in appearance than before, which leaned more on the cute side.
"You're so beautiful." You complimented, "Truly!" You could probably stare at her for days. Why did she have the best glow up?
Shoko gave you a wink, smirking at you when you blushed.
"Savoury crepes aren't actually that bad." Satoru suddenly commented, having taken a few bites from your freshly made one.
"Hey! Isn't that my crepe?!" You looked at the crepe store owner, but when he met your eyes he just gave you a thumbs up and a nod, signalling all was good. He had witnessed your touching reunion with them, and given your brunch to Satoru.
"Satoru, let me have some." Suguru took the crepe from him, taking a couple of bites himself as you watched your crepe disappear into the stomachs of the two men. He licked his lips to get some of the cream cheese off, nodding in approval, "This is quite good. I'll order another one for us." He taps your nose with a smile as he went to order more, taking the last bits of your crepe with him.
While he did, you returned your gaze at Satoru, who was busy eating the incredibly sweet one he ordered.
He met your eyes and raised both brows, almost as if he was asking why you were staring.
"How often did you come here?" You omitted the part you wanted to ask the most, about how long they've been waiting.
Satoru didn't even blink as he answered straight away, "Every week at first, then every day. For over 600 years. 7 lifetimes. 7 timelines."
You stared at him in shock, frozen at his answer. Your lips trembled as you realised just how long they've been searching for you. For the 3 or so years you've been together as best friends, it made such a huge impact that it spanned centuries.
You could feel how devoted they were to you, how much they loved you, how they couldn't forget about you. It made you so happy they were so loyal in finding you, but it also felt like you'd chained them down so strongly that it was unfair.
"What if you couldn't find me after 1000, 2000 years?" Your voice was small as it shook.
"We'd fnd you. No matter what." His words were solid, unmoving, and sturdy. There was no hesitation, none at all. He wholeheartedly believed this. "Well, at least I wasn't going to give up. The world could freeze or burn for all I care, but if I couldn't find you then I'd continue or die trying. Rinse and repeat."
"Me too." Suguru came back with the 3 savoury crepes, handing one to everyone except Satoru.
"Me three." Shoko gave the dark haired man a nod as a thank you for the crepe.
You stared at the three of them, remembering how suffocated you felt back in your original life because of all the curses, all the problems that arose with the elders and whatnot. It pushed you to breaking point and even if they were there to try and bring you out, you had fallen in so deep you weren't able to get out. You felt alone and didn't have anymore strength to get out.
But, this time was different. This world didn't have curses. You didn't have the problems you had back then. Your best friends were still here, and they had come to find you, no matter what world nor how long it took. They were there for you.
Would you be able to rely on them this time?
"Thank you." You stared at the crepe as you spoke, not brave enough to see their expressions. "Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for not forgetting me. Thank you for finding me. Thank you for everything."
"The crepe didn't do anything for you, [name]." Suguru laughed when you looked up at him in humiliation, not wanting to repeat your heartfelt words to their faces.
Shoko let out a laugh at his comment, making your face flare red.
Satoru had an amused glint in his eyes as he grinned, "Don't be embarassed, we've gone through 7 lifetimes for you. Seven. If that ain't embarrassing to find someone you've known for 3 years, I don't know what is." He watched as you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish yet again, fueling his amusement.
"Well, it doesn't have to be said now. You can say it whenever you want." Shoko took a bite of the crepe, nose crinkling at the difference in the sweet crepe and the savoury toppings.
"Boo." Suguru & Satoru pouted, wanting to tease you more.
"Anyway, let's go home." Shoko eyed the groceries, "The groceries aren't going to unpack themselves."
The men gave a hum in agreement.
"Already?" You looked at them, sadness appearing on your face since you wanted to talk to them more.
They stared at you as if you had grown another head, with Satoru raising a perfect white brow at the cute pout on your lips.
"What do you mean, 'already?' You're coming with us." He spoke matter of factly. "We'll get the movers to bring your stuff to ours as soon as possible."
"Yeah, what gave you the idea you could run away so quickly?" Suguru had a glint in his eyes as he spoke. He pinched your cheek, "You think we're gonna let you go now that we've found you?"
"You're stuck with us now, [name]." Shoko laughed brightly, reminding you of her in your original life. It had been so, so long since you've last heard her laugh so brightly, it struck a chord in your heart.
"C'mon," She held out her hand, prompting you to take it as she pulled you along. "I want to hear what's been happening with you. We've got lots to catch up on."
Suguru shifted in his step so he was next to you, an arm slung around your shoulders as he pushed you forward to walk with them. "And don't you dare leave anything out." He raised both brows at you, referencing the times you kept things from them.
You gave him a meek nod, promising yourself you wouldn't.
Satoru twirled the key to his car and house around his fingertips, "Y'know, you forgot to say one thing."
"One thing?"
The glasses slid down his nose as his gaze matched yours. "Remember your last words before you died in my arms?"
It took you a moment to recall your words, an 'o' shape forming on your lips.
You felt a squeeze on your shoulder and hand from Suguru and Shoko, who you knew were watching you recall some distant memories, but fresh ones in their minds. Especially for Suguru and Satoru, they were were the ones who heard it loud and clear, being the ones to experience your last moments.
Your heart blossomed with warmth at their invitation to come back with them. You didn't think reincarnation was real - it was just a wish because you wanted to see them again. So your last words reflected the wish you held so dearly in your heart. You let out the most dazzling smile you've ever made in your life, radiating so much joy for a wish come true, "I'm home!"
The grins on Satoru, Suguru and Shoko's faces could put the brightest gems to shame.
"Welcome home!"
You've arrived home, and you were there to stay.
A/N: A little note about the ending and what [reader] and SaShiSu says: it's referencing your last words back when you died in your first life/original life.
The last part [reader] says, "I'm home / ただい��", is what the Japanese say when they come back home after a day out, and is said to family members, friends and anyone they're coming home to.
On the other hand, SaShiSu say "Welcome home / おかえり - okaeri", an expression used to reply to "I'm home", or one to ellicit that answer. What's important is the person who says this is the 'home' the person saying 'I'm home" is coming home to.
For anyone who watches or reads and watches manga/anime/Japanese dramas, you're probably aware that when someone says "I'm home", it usually means that they've at least said "I'll be going now / いってきます - ittekimasu" before they leave and come home later. But this phrase isn't just "I'll be going now" - it actually holds the nuance and vibe that the person saying it (the one who's going somewhere) will come back. So it's got a closer meaning to "See you later" if we look at it in English translation.
And in this story, it can be assumed [reader] says "I'll be going now / いってきます - ittekimasu" as their last words in their first life, with a wish in their heart to see SaShiSu again. Which is why in their letters to SaShiSu, [reader] talked about reincarnation and wanting to see them in a world without curses.
In this context, the way [reader] says it is really cruel, because they didn't come back and left on their own, effectively leaving an 18 year old Suguru & Satoru to hear [reader]'s last words, and Shoko to hear it from them. And because of the nuances behind the meaning of those seemingly simple words, it devastated them when they read the letters. They couldn't just let it go.
That's also why Suguru's last words [reader] can recall from their first life is "Let's get you home, [name]", because he's responding to it in the only way he can cope and not curse them, but also wishing for [reader] to come back to them. And if [reader] died, they would then have their corpse, and will bring it back to get cremated in the 'home' [reader] belonged to before defecting.
Since they couldn't get over it, they did whatever they could to find [reader] in the 7 lifetimes and timelines they've been reincarnated to. So when they've finally found [reader], the words SaShiSu wanted to hear the most were "I'm home" from their best friend who hadn't yet come back to them.
A/N p2: God explaining the nuances makes me cry more than the actual story itself 😭
Anyway if you haven't read part 1, here you go!
As for the others, here's the masterlist for the series if you want to read up on other things happening in this universe😄
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#geto suguru#jjk season 2#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jjk fluff#jjk gojo#jjk x reader#jjk spoilers#jujutsu kaisen suguru#jujutsu sorcerer#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu geto#jujutsu satoru#jujutsukaisen#jujutsu kaisen anime#jjk anime#satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#jjk satoru#gojo#geto#jujutsu kaisen satoru#ieiri shoko x reader#shoko ieiri#jjk shoko#jujutsu shoko#suguru#sashisu
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Ler!Yuta x gn!reader
@nervousswitch Take this as a token of my gratitude for being the best lil sis ever, or just 'cause I like to torment you<3
Watched this movie solely for this moment, prob the only jjk fic I'll make lmaoo
It's so short I'm sorry, but I still hope you like it
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Yuta x gn!reader (interpret how you wish)
Lee: reader
Ler: Yuta
Warnings: Tickles! Idk what zoned out ass state I was in I don't even know what I wrote lmaooo
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How can a sweet, gentle soul be so scary? That thought rang in your head as you made a mad dash to your bedroom. Running from Yuta Okkotsu of all people, yet it was all so flustering still. It all started with a simple self-deprecating joke, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. Yuta didn’t like it one bit, and when you kept pushing, he declared that “I’ll tickle you so much, you won’t be able to think anymore negative thoughts”, and so, you ran for your life. Not sure why, the thought of his fingers attacking your sensitive spots was enough to turn your brain to mush. Which is why you couldn’t react on time when he slithered his way in, leaving you with nowhere to go.
“Looks like I’ve caught you~” he chimed, slowly creeping closer and closer. Your poor legs tripped from nervousness, or is it excitement? Causing you to fall straight across the bed.
“Haha, seems like someone’s excited~” he cooed as he loomed over you, his fingers delicately falling on top of your knees. Your legs instantly jerked away, but he had a firm grip on you, firm yet gentle. The air started to feel warm, knowing you were trapped to endure whatever he had in mind. He looked down at you with the sweetest of smiles, making your body relax involuntarily. Oh what a mistake it was. Suddenly feeling his hands squeezing at both kneecaps simultaneously forced bouts of laughter out of your throat.
“Aww! You’re always so adorably ticklish. I could listen to you laugh forever, just need to keep squeezing riiiight here~” he teased, circling the spot before going back to relentless squeezes. It was enough to drive you up the wall, or mattress in this case. The way he laughed along with you made the whole ordeal even more embarrassing. Why was he so damn cute, yet so evil for tormenting such a sensitive spot. Yet it was all to make you feel happy.
His fingers then creeped under your knees, blunt nails lightly scribbling the spot. Yuta could feel his own cheeks flushing at the sight of you throwing your head back in glee. Didn’t matter how teasy he got, in the end he was still a sweetheart.
“Hey, hey” he called out, poking at your side with each word. “Still having fun, I hope” he looked so sweet and genuine, which was worse for you. Could your face get any redder? Anything is possible when Yuta’s around.
Once you seemed a bit out of breath, his fingers slowed down, opting to give light, ticklish caresses up and down your sides. Not enough to make you giggle, but just enough to keep that beautiful smile visible. You could fall asleep right there and then with how soft the atmosphere felt. As if he could read your mind, Yuta layed alongside you. Wrapping you in a tight yet comfortable embrace, pressing your chests together. His fingertips lightly tracing along your back, smiling whenever you let out a little giggle.
“We should do this more often” he whispered near your ear. Good luck getting rid of that blush now. Not like you’re against the idea.
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