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[siythn]

I Forgot That You Existed (feat. Satoru Gojo) [Limited Edition CD]

GOJO X READER! You'd long forgotten your ex-boyfriend Satoru Gojo is what you'd like to tell yourself. No, you didn't miss him, not one bit. But, when running into him at a club, is that what you can keep telling yourself? Or was it just the shots and high emotions you keep endorsing in? ❝IT ISN'T LOVE, IT ISN'T HATE, IT'S JUST INDIFFERENCE❞ ᥫ᭡ LOVER; MASTERLIST

The neon lights of the club pulsed in time with the heavy bass of the music, casting a colorful glow over the crowded dance floor.

You sipped your drink, trying to enjoy the party your friends had dragged you to. It was a welcome distraction from the routine of exorcising curses and the loneliness that had settled in your heart over the past year.

Going to grab a shot for your friend from the bar before suddenly freezing, feeling a familiar—powerful presence behind you. You turn around, now face to face with the one person you never expected to see here—Satoru Gojo. His striking white hair and signature sunglasses made him impossible to miss, even in the dim, flashing lights.

"Is that you?!" he shouted over the music, his voice a mix of surprise and excitement.

"Satoru?" you responded, your voice barely audible over the thumping beats. The crowd jostled you both, pushing you closer together.

"Long time no see!" he said, leaning in so you could hear him, grin lighting up his face. His breath brushed your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Yeah," you replied, slipping a fallen strand of hair behind your ear; trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. "What are you doing here?"

"Got dragged here by some friends," he shouted back, his lips getting dangerously close to your ear. "You?"

"Same," you said, feeling the tension build as the crowd pressed you closer. His proximity was intoxicating. You can’t help but reminisce on the memories where he had been this near; you’d been trying to bury for weeks.

The music changed to a slower, more sensual beat, and the crowd around you shifted, swaying to the rhythm. You and Gojo were pushed even closer together, your bodies almost touching.

"It's so crowded," you muttered, eyes slightly starting to glare at the people around you. You failed to pick up the tone of your voice, and how it tinged with frustration and something else—something you didn't want to admit.

"Yeah, it is," Gojo agreed, his eyes locking onto yours after taking a glance at the crowd. The playful smirk you remembered so well danced on his lips. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you lied. The truth was, being this close to him was stirring up a whirlwind of emotions you thought you’d be done with a long time ago. It’s why you’re out here at a club, trying to get wasted, right?

The crowd surged again, causing Gojo to stumble slightly. He reached out to steady himself, his hand landing on your waist. The touch was electric—a faint shiver went up your spine from his cold hands. You could slowly feel your promises breaking.

Opening your mouth to respond, you get interrupted by your friend, who had lost track of you earlier, appearing out of nowhere from the back of you. Shouting over the music with two new drinks found in her hand.

"Hey! There you are!" she yelled, grabbing your arm. "Come on, you have to get on the dance floor! It's insane out there!"

You turned to her, trying to explain, but before you could get a word out, she noticed Gojo standing in front of you. Her eyes widened, and a sly grin spread across her face as she recognized him.

"Oh," she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "Never mind, enjoy yourself. Text me if you need me."

She gave you a wink and a knowing look before disappearing back into the throng of dancing bodies. You would murder her if you could. Not even the beaming lights could help your embarrassment. Slowly turn back to Gojo, who was watching the exchange with a bemused smile.

"Friends," he said, leaning in closer so you could hear him over the music. "They always know, don't they?"

"Yeah," you agreed, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "They always do."

He lets out a hum. "Look," he said, his voice softer now, almost lost in the noise around you. Almost like he was now embarrassed, but not enough to break eye contact. "I've missed you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Satoru, this isn't the time—"

"Maybe not," he interrupted, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as another wave of people pushed you together. "But I've been thinking about you a lot. About us."

You tried to pull away, but the crowd was relentless, and his touch was making it impossible to think clearly. "We ended things for a reason, Satoru."

"I know," he said, his voice full of regret. "But maybe we were wrong."

You looked up at him, searching his eyes for the sincerity you needed to hear. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," he replied, leaning in closer, "that I don't want to forget you. That I want to try again."

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sunk in. The music, the lights, the crowd—all of it faded into the background as you focused on him. It was too much, the drinks, the overwhelming about of people, him. "What if it doesn't work out?"

"Then at least we tried," he said, his voice full of conviction. "But I have a feeling it will. Because we belong together."

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, hear rushing up your neck. This is so stupid. So so stupid. "Satoru, I—"

Before you could finish, the crowd surged once more, pushing you into his arms. He held you tightly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Just think about it, okay?"

You nodded against his shoulder, unable to find the words. The music shifted again, and the crowd began to thin out as people moved to different parts of the club. Gojo loosened his grip but didn't let go entirely, moving back slightly to stare at your face.

"Let's get out of here," he suggested, his eyes never leaving yours. "Someplace quieter, where we can talk."

You took a deep breath, looked around as if to find an answer to your problems, feeling a mix of hope and fear. "Okay."

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The bar was a welcome change from the chaotic club, with a more relaxed atmosphere and soft jazz playing in the background. You took a seat at the bar, and before you could say anything, Gojo waved the bartender over and ordered a drink.

"A classic margarita please," he said with a confident smile, as if he was bragging.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You remembered."

"Of course I did," he replied, turning to you with a grin. "Some things are hard to forget."

The bartender quickly returned with your drink and a whiskey for Gojo. You took a sip, the familiar taste bringing a small smile to your lips. "Thanks you"

Gojo clinked his glass against yours. "To new beginnings?"

"Maybe," you said, dragging out the word with a hint of caution in your voice. "Or to understanding the past."

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink before setting it down, turning to face you. "Fair enough. So, how have you been, really?"

You sighed, staring off to the arrow of alcoholic bottles while swirling your drink in your hand. "It's been a tough year. A lot of work, just trying to keep busy."

"I know the feeling," he noted, arms crossing against his chest. "I've missed you, more than I realized."

You looked at him, seeing the genuine regret in his eyes. A part of you wants to take him up on his offer immediately, your past with him was unlike any other. It was intimate, it was love. "Why now, Satoru? Why reach out after all this time?"

A mix of a sigh and hum come out his throat as he runs a hand through his white hair. "Because I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us. There was just so much going on—and I realized that maybe we gave up too soon."

"It wasn't easy at all," you admitted, feeling a lump form in your throat as you slightly wince at the memories. "I had stuff going on—you did too. It just got to a point where none of us had time for each other. It wasn’t healthy, Satoru.

"True," he muttered while nodding. "But I've been thinking. . .that it wouldn’t hurt to try again. For us to try again.”

You looked down at your drink, the emotions swirling inside you as chaotic as the crowd you'd just left. "But, what if it just turns out like it did before?"

"We did something, we tried at the most,” with a soft tone, he reaching out to gently take your hand. "But I have a feeling it will. Because I still care about you. And I have a good feeling you still care too.”

You felt your practically melt at his words. You hate to admit, but the walls you had built around your feelings started to crumble. Starting to let him in once more. "I do care, Satoru. I mean, I never stopped."

"Then let's not waste any more time," he stated, a hopeful smile spreading across his face. "Let's go on a date. A proper one. And make up for lost time."

You took a deep breath. Being honest, you didn’t know how to feel. If truthfully nothing worked out to plan, how bad would it hit you? Would you be okay with that? But looking into Gojo's eyes, you saw the sincerity and the longing, and it made you believe that maybe, just maybe, this time things could be different.

"Okay," you squeeze his hand twice. "One more try."

Gojo's smile widened, and he raised his glass again. "To new beginnings."

Clinking your glass with his, you can’t help the massive smile that breaks out on your face. The redness on your cheeks doesn’t make it any better.

“To new beginnings."

[arminsumi]

cws; 18+ smut, cr★★mpie, mentions sq★★rting, use of sl★t

Choso Kamo who is so soft and slow and sensual, caressing your body with careful hands and pressing tender kisses to it with a slowness that shows you how much he savors your taste, how much he loves you.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple, he takes his time feeling you up with his hot mouth until you're squirming and muttering an impatient "Baby, please," in pleading breaths, "Stop teasing, I need you!" and he giggles as you practically pull his cock into you the moment he aligns himself at your entrance.

Oh, he's a sweet lovesick boy; pupils dilating as he plunges into your squishy walls that suck his cock so good, "Ahhah fuck — someone's excited tonight. You must be really feeling it, huh?" he mumbles all into your ear, pressuring you with his heavy muscles and smushing you into the pink satin bed. "Nn! Yeah, 'm sensitive... 's that time of the month..." you moan, feeling his cockhead dragging through your walls, "Fuck, do that again..."

He chuckles when you start rubbing your clit to orgasm, watching you cum deliciously on his juicy cock. His hand steadies you as you let it all out, feeling your pussy gush like a fountain, his hand stroking at your cheek to soothe your twitchy body as is gets wrecked by pure ecstasy. Choso narrows his eyes at your spasming pussy, lips forming a smile at the sight of it freaking out, "Shiiit, your sweet little pussy squirted a lil' there. Look at her trynna drown my cock. You're crazy, baby."

Clamping down on him, his cock freaks out as its squeezed up into your guts — much too deep for either of you to handle but you're fucking like wild animals tonight; you're leglocking him for nasty creampies and he's happily delivering them into your weeping hole. "Fuck, so sweaty..." he grunts, peeling his muscular frame off of you to give your hot wet body a breather. You smile under him, making his heart tick, "I am not sleeping in this wet patch..." you declare, making him chuckle before he timidly slides the tip of his cock back inside for just a lil' more.

Neither of you can reach orgasm by this point, you fucked all the orgasms out of your bodies and now you're just continuing for the sake of feeling that pleasurable friction, being one with each other — cuddling close and drenching the bed in sweat and falling in love with the same feeling in the air as when you first met so long ago at that little party. Suddenly Choso gets nostalgic, recalling a the hot memory of fucking you in the backseat of his car. You're weeping underneath him, hot face buried into the pink pillow and body tingling with each of his heavy thrusts that have his balls smacking into your clit. "Nn, remember how we fucked when we first met, at that party? Yeah... 'n you thought you didn't like emo boys... now look at you being a lil' slut for me... all cute and sweaty." he husks against your ear, hitting you with a newfound force and god, the wet sounds of your squelchy hole and of skin slapping together is almost gross — sticky, sweaty, messy, pure and raw sex with no end in sight, you think, 'till you hear Choso let out a strangled moan and feel his pelvis shaking. He slams down his hand at your side, trying to stabilize himself in the moment of his body-wrecking orgasm. He's so pretty when he gasps and shudders like that, wolf cut all stuck to his face and disheveled.

He carefully slides his overworked cock out of your trembling body with a wet pop, "Fuck... y'know your pussy's kind of menace... you nearly squeeze my dick off every time." Choso pants after rolling off your body, cock finally too sensitive to snuggle into your abused pussy anymore. "Yeah, well I'm all sticky and gross — 'n my walls feel beat 'n my thighs ache... you're a little monster." you huff, forearm draped dramatically over your forehead. "I'm sorryyy," he coos in a hoarse voice, lazily rolling over to you so he can soothe your muscles. His big hands rub out the stress and soreness, fingertips digging into just the right spots. "Is this a good enough apology?" he asks, tickling your ear to get a squirming giggle out of you. "Or how about I make breakfast tomorrow?" he suggests, face now hovering over yours, lips teasingly close. You hum at this, cuddling to his firm body after cooling down and letting the sweat dry off a little, but your pussy was still wet and slippery, leaking and slicking your inner thighs. "That sounds like the perfect apology." you smile, taking in his tired features before plucking a kiss off his lips.

And surely, the next morning Choso is wearing a tight-fitting apron that hugs his big muscles just right. He cooks breakfast with a Zen focus on his face, swiftling moving left to right to get everything into the pan and cooking. But he stops everything when he hears the soft thuds of your footsteps. Oh, he admires your sleepy self wandering into the kitchen. Wrapping your arms around his waist for a morning hug, he looks down at the top of your head and his heart throbs at the size difference. "How did my naughty little princess sleep last night, hm?" he asks, stroking your hair — "Mm, like a baby..." you mumble dreamily into his soft white cotton shirt. "Huh, I wonder why." he teases, knowing damn well that you only sleep so well 'cause his good dick pampers you for two hours before bedtime.

[m1stm3]

i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.

like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.

it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.

the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.

that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.

“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.

he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.

“is it peach?”

he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.

(you were right.)

[hinamie]

shhhh

[zevrra]

the night is young ✧.*

biker!geto who had a custom helmet made just for you, spent so much money on it, but wholeheartedly prefers you wearing his. loves seeing you in his helmet as you climb onto the front or the back of his bike.

biker!geto who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once when you two go out together. he knows other men will look at you but he doesn’t care. you’re his.

biker!geto who kisses you whenever he feels like it, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not. he’ll tilt your head back in the middle of a conversation and kiss you deeply, mumbling how he wants to leave against your lips.

biker!geto who’s covered in tattoos but wants to get one you specifically pick out so he can cherish it whenever he’s not near you.

biker!geto who can’t keep his hands off of you. loves touching you in every way shape and form. runs his hands against your thighs, your waist, and stomach. gropes you every chance he gets while he breathes your scent in. it’s the only thing that calms him down.

biker!geto who worships you and everything you do. loves you with everything he has and then some.

biker!geto who purposely gives you his shirt or jackets to wear solely so he can fuck you in them later. again, loves seeing you in his clothes. makes him feral knowing you’re his. makes him all to eager to take you right then and there.

biker!geto who knows you tease him when he can’t do anything about it right then and there. until later when he has you bent over his bike, begging for him to slow down.

biker!geto who doesn’t get jealous at all but loves it when you do. even if you know he’d never leave you. he just enjoys seeing that pouty little face of yours when a man or woman dares to flirt with him.

biker!geto who buys you fresh flowers every two weeks and brings you your favorite sweet treat.

biker!geto who absolutely adores everything about you. every detail is perfect in his eyes and he makes sure to show you how beautiful you truly are when he can.

[s4kura-tr3]

Could you make a crybaby reader with JJK men? Like just an overly sensitive/nice reader? It’s okay if not! Have a good day!

Sensitive!

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji

Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru never meant to upset you—he rarely ever did. But today, his usual playful teasing hit you harder than usual.

You were sitting on the couch together, scrolling through your phone while he flipped lazily through the channels on the TV. Out of nowhere, Gojo chuckled and said, ���You know, you’re so dramatic sometimes. It’s kinda cute, but it’s like everything’s the end of the world for you.”

You froze, his words hitting a nerve. Dramatic. That’s how people had dismissed your feelings for years. You tried to brush it off, but your chest tightened, and your vision blurred slightly as you blinked back tears.

Gojo didn’t notice at first, still flipping channels and humming to himself. But when you didn’t respond with your usual witty comeback, he glanced over and saw your downturned face.

“Wait,” he said, sitting up immediately. “Did I say something wrong?”

You didn’t answer right away, biting your lip to keep your emotions in check.

“Hey,” he said more gently now, setting the remote down. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Finally, you looked at him, your voice quiet. “You called me dramatic. Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? It’s like every time I feel something, people just… dismiss me.”

Gojo’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. “Oh no. No, no, no, that’s not what I meant,” he said, scooting closer to you on the couch. “I wasn’t trying to dismiss you. I swear, I just—ugh, sometimes I don’t think before I speak.”

You didn’t reply, still feeling the sting of his words.

Gojo reached for your hands, holding them in his warm, large ones. “I’m really sorry,” he said softly. “You’re not dramatic. You just feel things deeply, and I love that about you. It’s one of my favorite things about you, actually. You care so much, and that’s rare. Honestly, I wish I was more like you sometimes.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

“I mean it,” he continued. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that wasn’t a good thing. It is. You’re amazing, and I’m lucky you put up with my dumb jokes.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, despite your lingering hurt. “You really think that?”

Gojo grinned, his usual playful energy returning as he kissed your knuckles. “I think you’re perfect. And I’m perfectly terrible at saying things the right way. Forgive me?”

You sighed, the weight in your chest easing. “Okay. But maybe think before you speak next time?”

“Deal,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll even let you pick the movie tonight as a peace offering. But only if it’s not boring.”

You laughed softly, and just like that, Gojo had you smiling again, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

Geto Suguru

It was late in the evening, and you and Geto Suguru were sitting together in a cozy café. He had insisted on taking you out to unwind after a long week, and for a while, the warm atmosphere and his gentle company had done just that. But then, the conversation took an unexpected turn.

You were talking about a project you’d been working on—how much effort you’d put into it and how nervous you were about how it would turn out. Somewhere in the middle of your rambling, Geto chuckled softly and said, “You really overthink things sometimes, don’t you?”

His tone was light, and you knew he didn’t mean it maliciously, but the comment stopped you in your tracks. Your heart sank, and your chest tightened as those familiar insecurities reared their heads. You looked down at your tea, your appetite for conversation disappearing.

Geto immediately noticed the shift in your mood. He tilted his head, his dark eyes softening with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently, leaning closer.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing,” he said, his voice calm but insistent. “Did I say something wrong?”

You hesitated, but his steady gaze encouraged you to speak. “It’s just… when you said I overthink things. I know I do, okay? I hear it all the time, and I hate that about myself. It feels like no matter how hard I try, it’s never enough, and people just see me as… too much.”

Geto’s expression shifted immediately, a flicker of regret crossing his face. “Hey, no, that’s not what I meant at all,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity.

You looked away, but he gently reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. “Listen to me,” he said, his tone warm and steady. “I wasn’t trying to say that in a bad way. I know you overthink because you care. You care so much about everything, and that’s not a flaw—it’s a strength.”

You blinked at him, his words catching you off guard.

“You put your whole heart into what you do, and yeah, sometimes it makes you nervous or unsure, but that’s only because you want things to be perfect,” he continued. “And honestly? That’s one of the things I admire most about you. I could never think of that as a bad thing.”

The tightness in your chest began to ease as his words sank in. “You really mean that?” you asked softly.

Geto smiled gently, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Of course I do. And I’m sorry if what I said made you feel like I didn’t. I’ll be more careful with my words next time.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you.”

He chuckled softly. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job to remind you how amazing you are when you forget.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and the tension that had settled between you melted away.

“Now,” he said, his tone lightening as he leaned back in his chair, “how about I make it up to you with dessert? I hear they’ve got a mean matcha cheesecake here.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. “Fine, but you’re paying.”

“Always,” he said with a playful smirk, raising his hand to call for the waiter.

Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento had had an exhausting day. Every step he took up the stairs to your shared apartment felt heavier than the last, and all he wanted was to come home, see you, and let the warmth of your presence melt away the stress.

When he opened the door, you greeted him with your usual enthusiasm, rushing over to pull him into a tight hug. “Kento! You’re home!” you exclaimed, your excitement practically radiating off you.

He managed a small smile and placed a hand on your back, but the weight of his day still hung over him. “Hi,” he said softly, his voice tired.

You didn’t seem to notice his exhaustion as you began talking a mile a minute. “I missed you! You won’t believe the day I had—oh, and guess what? I tried that recipe you love, and I think it turned out amazing! Oh, and Louis did the funniest thing today—”

“Can you give me a second?” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.

The room fell silent, and the warmth in your expression dimmed instantly. You stepped back, your arms falling to your sides. “Oh,” you said softly. “Sorry.”

Nanami immediately felt a pang of regret as he saw the hurt in your eyes. You weren’t upset because he was tired—you were upset because he’d made you feel like your excitement didn’t matter to him.

You turned away, mumbling something about letting him settle in, but he quickly reached out and gently grabbed your hand. “Wait,” he said, his voice softer now.

You hesitated, looking at him but avoiding his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, his grip on your hand firm but gentle. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s not your fault I had a hard day. I… I was looking forward to seeing you all day, and then I let my frustration get in the way.”

You blinked, your lips trembling slightly. “I just wanted to make you happy,” you admitted quietly.

“And you do,” he said immediately, stepping closer to you. “You’re the best part of my day. Always.”

Your eyes met his then, searching his face for the truth in his words. His expression was soft, full of remorse and affection.

“I don’t deserve to have you greet me with so much love after the way I acted,” he said, gently pulling you into his arms. “But I promise I’ll do better. You’re everything to me, and I should have treated you like it.”

You rested your forehead against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you. “I just got too excited,” you murmured.

“And I love that about you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Your excitement, your energy—it’s what makes this place feel like home. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate it like I should’ve.”

For a moment, you stood there in his embrace, his warmth and steady heartbeat easing the lingering hurt.

“Do you want to sit down and tell me about your day?” he asked after a moment, pulling back slightly to look at you. “I want to hear everything.”

You hesitated, then nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face. “Okay. But only if you let me heat up dinner for you first.”

He chuckled softly. “Deal. But don’t rush—just being here with you is enough.”

And as you led him to the table, the weight of his day began to lift, replaced by the comfort of knowing he was home—with you.

Toji fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro wasn’t the type to watch his words. His bluntness was just part of who he was—sharp, quick, and sometimes careless. Most of the time, you brushed it off, knowing he didn’t mean to hurt you. But tonight, it cut deeper than usual.

The two of you were in the kitchen after dinner. You were putting away dishes, humming softly, while Toji leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching you.

“I’ve been thinking about trying something new,” you said, your tone excited. “Like a cooking class or maybe painting—something creative. I think it could be fun.”

Toji grunted in response, not looking up from the dish he was drying.

You hesitated but kept going, trying to draw him into the conversation. “What do you think? Would you want to try something like that with me?”

Toji sighed and set the dish down a little too hard, the sound making you flinch. “You don’t stick with stuff like that, do you?” he said, his voice flat. “You get all excited and then drop it a week later. What’s the point?”

You froze, his words hitting harder than you expected. You knew he had a point—sometimes you did lose interest in things quickly. But hearing him say it so bluntly, so dismissively, made your chest tighten.

“I…” Your voice wavered as you set the plate in your hands on the counter. “I just thought it’d be nice to do something together.”

Toji finally looked up, his brows furrowing when he saw the way your shoulders slumped. “Hey, don’t get all upset about it,” he said, his tone softening, but it didn’t help.

“I’m not upset,” you said quickly, though the slight tremble in your voice betrayed you. “I just… never mind.”

You turned away, trying to hide the tears that were already welling up, but Toji wasn’t one to let things go.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quieter now as he stepped closer. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled, but when you tried to brush past him, he caught your wrist gently.

“Look at me,” he said firmly, his tone still low but insistent. You hesitated, and when you finally met his gaze, he could see the hurt in your eyes.

“Damn it,” he muttered, his grip on your wrist loosening. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You didn’t have to say it at all,” you whispered. “You make me feel like I’m… not good at anything.”

Toji’s jaw tightened, guilt flashing across his face. He wasn’t good at this—at saying the right things or fixing mistakes—but he hated seeing you like this, especially when he was the one who caused it.

“You’re good at plenty of things,” he said, his tone softer now. “And… I’m an idiot for saying that to you. I wasn’t trying to put you down. I just… I don’t know how to say things without sounding like a jerk sometimes.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice.

“I think it’s a great idea,” he admitted after a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “The cooking class or whatever. And I’d do it with you if that’s what you want.”

“You don’t have to just say that,” you murmured.

“I’m not just saying it,” he said, stepping closer until he could wrap his arms around you. “You’re trying to do something fun, and instead of supporting you, I ran my mouth like an idiot. I’m sorry.”

His arms around you were warm and steady, and you could feel the sincerity in the way he held you.

“You’d really go with me?” you asked, your voice still small.

“Yeah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Even if I suck at it, I’d go. For you.”

Your lips quirked up into a small smile, the sting of his earlier words starting to fade. “Okay,” you said softly, leaning into his chest.

Toji smirked, holding you a little tighter. “Good. But don’t expect me to wear an apron or anything. That’s where I draw the line.”

You laughed, the sound lightening the room, and he sighed in relief, grateful to see your smile again.

Sukuna Ryomen

The Heian era was a time of beauty and chaos, and life with Sukuna Ryomen was no exception. Known as the King of Curses, Sukuna was feared across the land, but to you, he was something else entirely. His presence, though intimidating, had always been a source of strange comfort. However, his sharp tongue often betrayed him, and tonight was one of those nights.

You had spent the entire day crafting something special—a delicate embroidered cloth featuring patterns of crimson and gold, colors you knew he favored. Each stitch was precise, your fingers aching by the time you finished, but the thought of presenting it to Sukuna filled you with anticipation.

When you brought the finished piece to him that evening, you entered his chambers with cautious excitement, kneeling before him as he sat on his throne-like dais. “My lord,” you began softly, holding out the cloth, “I made this for you. I thought you might like it.”

Sukuna’s four crimson eyes flicked to the offering, and for a brief moment, there was silence. Then he spoke, his tone as sharp as ever.

“You spent all day on this?” he said, his voice laced with disdain. “What use do I have for something so… trivial?”

The words hit you harder than you anticipated. You had poured your heart into the gift, hoping to please him, and now your efforts felt meaningless. You lowered your hands, clutching the cloth tightly as your vision blurred with tears you desperately tried to hold back.

“I… I just wanted to give you something,” you murmured, your voice trembling.

Sukuna’s brows furrowed at the shift in your tone. He could sense your emotions as clearly as the tension in the air, and the sight of you so visibly upset stirred something in him—something he wasn’t used to feeling.

“Tch,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly, his gaze fixed on you. “Why are you crying? I didn’t tell you to do something like this.”

You shook your head, your voice breaking. “I know. I just… I thought it would make you happy.”

Sukuna let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t good at this—at softening his edges. But seeing you like this unsettled him in a way that battles and curses never could

“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone firm but quieter now.

Reluctantly, you raised your eyes to meet his. His gaze wasn’t as harsh as before, and for a moment, the room felt less heavy.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, his voice low but sincere. “I’m not good with… things like this.” He gestured vaguely at the cloth in your hands. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it.”

Your breath hitched slightly. “You… you do?”

“Yes,” he said, almost impatiently, but his tone lacked its usual edge. “I’m just not someone who knows how to handle… thoughtful gestures. But that doesn’t mean they’re wasted on me.”

You blinked, the sting of his earlier words starting to fade. “I just wanted to give you something that reminded you of… us. Of me.”

Sukuna’s lips quirked into the faintest smirk. “And you think I could forget you?”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and he chuckled lowly, clearly pleased with your reaction. He reached out, taking the cloth from your hands, his fingers brushing yours briefly.

“It’s well-made,” he admitted, running his thumb over the intricate stitching. “Better than I expected.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, and Sukuna leaned back, his gaze softening just slightly. “Next time, don’t exhaust yourself for my sake,” he said. “You don’t need to prove anything to me.”

“I just wanted to make you happy,” you said softly, your earlier sadness melting away.

“You do,” he replied, his voice quiet but steady. “Even without this.”

The warmth in his words made your heart ache in the best way, and as he set the cloth aside carefully, you knew that, in his own way, Sukuna was trying.

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi Fushiguro was in a foul mood. Gojo had been pestering him all day—constant teasing, unnecessary tasks, and endless comments that pushed his patience to the brink. By the time he walked through the door, his mind was racing, and he felt like he was ready to snap at anything that moved.

You had been waiting for him to come home, your excitement bubbling as you thought about sharing the small surprise you’d planned for him: his favorite snacks arranged neatly on the coffee table and a cozy spot on the couch waiting for him to relax.

When he walked in, you greeted him with a bright smile. “Megumi! Welcome home! I set up—”

“Can you just give me a second?” he snapped, not even looking up as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag with more force than necessary.

You froze, startled by the sharpness of his tone. “Oh… I didn’t mean to bother you,” you said softly, your voice already trembling slightly.

Megumi sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about you, okay? I just need some space.”

Your chest tightened at his words. He didn’t even glance at the effort you’d put into making his evening better. The snacks, the cozy setup—it all felt meaningless now. “I just wanted to help,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you turned away, your shoulders slumping.

The sound of your soft, hurt tone stopped Megumi in his tracks. He looked up and finally noticed the care you’d put into the room—the snacks, the cozy setting, and the clear effort to make him feel better. Guilt hit him like a wave.

“Wait,” he said, his voice gentler now as he stepped closer to you. “I… I’m sorry.”

You didn’t turn to face him, your hands nervously fiddling with your sleeves. “It’s fine,” you said, though the crack in your voice betrayed your true feelings.

“It’s not fine,” Megumi said, his tone firm but remorseful. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

You glanced back at him, your eyes glistening. “I was just trying to make you feel better,” you murmured, “but if you don’t want me here, I can—”

“No,” he cut in quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t want you to leave. Please.”

He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. “It’s been a rough day, and I let my frustration get the better of me. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You were trying to do something nice for me, and I acted like an idiot.”

You stared at him for a moment, his rare vulnerability catching you off guard. “You mean that?”

“I do,” he said, stepping closer and gently taking your hand. “I see what you did here. It’s thoughtful, and it means a lot to me. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”

Your lips trembled as a small smile broke through. “I just wanted you to relax after your day.”

“And I’m lucky to have you,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. “Let me make it up to you.”

You hesitated before nodding, letting him guide you to the couch. As the two of you sat together, Megumi reached for one of the snacks you’d prepared, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips.

“Thank you,” he said softly, glancing at you.

“For what?” you asked, tilting your head.

“For being patient with me,” he said. “And for always knowing how to make things better—even when I don’t deserve it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned against him, letting the tension of the evening fade away. Megumi might not always get it right, but moments like this reminded you why you loved him so much.

Yuji Itadori

Yuji Itadori wasn’t the type to snap at people—he was always upbeat, kind, and quick to laugh things off. But after a long day of missions, training, and dealing with the stress of being Sukuna’s vessel, he’d finally managed to steal a rare moment of relaxation, engrossed in a video game he’d been trying to beat for weeks.

You, excited to share some news with him, entered the room without realizing how deeply focused he was. “Yuji! Guess what happened today?” you said cheerfully, walking over to him.

“Not now,” he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen, fingers flying across the controller.

You hesitated, unsure if he’d heard you properly. “It’ll only take a second! You won’t believe—”

“I said not now!” he snapped, his tone sharper than you’d ever heard before.

The sudden harshness of his voice made you stop in your tracks. Your excitement vanished, replaced with a sinking feeling in your chest. You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say, before mumbling, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Your voice was so soft, Yuji almost didn’t catch it. But when he heard the hurt in your tone and turned to see the way your expression had fallen, his stomach twisted with guilt.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean—” he started, but you were already backing away. “I’ll just… leave you alone,” you said quietly, heading toward the door.

Yuji quickly paused the game and jumped to his feet. “Wait! Don’t go!”

You stopped but didn’t turn around, your arms crossed tightly as if trying to protect yourself from the sting of his words.

Yuji rubbed the back of his neck, his face filled with regret. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softer now. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. That was really uncool of me.”

You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I just wanted to tell you something. I didn’t think it would make you so mad…”

“I wasn’t mad at you,” he said quickly, stepping closer. “I was just so caught up in the game, and I got frustrated. But that’s not an excuse. You didn’t deserve that.”

You bit your lip, unsure if you should say anything, and Yuji reached out, gently touching your arm. “Hey,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “I’m really, really sorry. You’re way more important to me than some stupid game.”

His words made your heart ache in the best way, and you finally turned to face him fully. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” he said, giving you that familiar, boyish grin that made it hard to stay upset. “Tell me what happened today. I want to hear everything.”

“You’re sure? I don’t want to interrupt…” you trailed off.

Yuji shook his head quickly. “Forget the game. I want to spend time with you.”

The sincerity in his voice melted away the last of your hurt, and you let yourself smile again. As you started sharing your story, Yuji sat beside you, listening intently, determined to make up for his mistake.

And when you laughed at one of his playful comments, Yuji silently promised himself to never let a moment like that happen again. You were his safe place, his reason to smile, and no game—or anything else—could ever compare.

[nectardaddy]

getting to know inumaki toge

absolutely breathless when he sees you at school in his first year

smiles within his scarf like a little boy again when you give him a curious look because he tried to say hello

"kelp"

seeing your eyes light up with understanding when gojo explains he's a cursed speech user makes him weak at the knees

finds it within himself to actually talk to you after weeks of hyping himself up

he's so socially awkward Yuta had to hype him up too

has notes app ready!! he knows you don't understand a lick of what he's saying still

has Maki ask for your number because he's too scared to ask himself especially through notes app he'd never recover if you said no to a fucking notes app question

learned he should never ask Maki to do such things ever again - he was so humbled

"give inumaki your number." "what?" "just give him your number he won't stop asking me for it" "uh- ok?"

he's definitely kicking his little feet and blushing in his room when he texts you

flat out stares as you're training but gets all flustered when he's caught but you're so strong holy shit he thinks it's pretty hot

studying together!

finds it so heartwarming you caught on to his code speech quickly to have spoken conversations with him

"tuna!" "yes! thank you! that's what I'm saying!!"

your conversations slowly devolved to just texting each other in the same room and giggling and laughing at what the other sends

gojo refers to this poor soul as "your little boy toy" whenever he pairs you up together

he realized he's a love doomed man when he found out you carried cough syrup for him

[nanaslutt]

Gojo cumming in his pants thats it thank u for listening

listening so hard rn, i probably think abt this exact scenario 50 times a day

thank yew so much for the ask ml<3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fem reader, established relationship, dry humping, clit rubbing (through clothes), dirty talk, corruption kink, fluff, crack, size kink if you squint, praise at the end from gojo, gojo is head over heals for reader, gojo cums in his pants<3

MDNI

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waking up from your deep, much needed night of sleep you couldn’t help but notice you felt about 180 pounds heavier than you remember feeling when you fell asleep last night, also feeling much hotter than you recall

you had your softly snoring mountain of a boyfriend to thank for that, resting his heavy head on your chest, arms wrapped snug around your barely clothed figure

you must have accidentally fallen asleep waiting for him to come home last night

you were planning to surprise him with the new set you got the other day, hes been so stressed out with work lately and you just wanted to do something nice for your boy, luckily you passing out prematurely hadn’t ruined your plans as you had slipped one of his big tshirts over yourself to conceal your present to him

“satoru,” you groaned wiggling underneath him, trying to get his heater of a body off of you

“mmmmmm..” he let out a long groan, shifting a bit, making you think he was going to move before he collapsed back into you

“toruuuu uppp, im gonna overheat and die because of you,” you shake his shoulders to fully wake him up

“yer ‘s mean ‘t me,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms around you impossibly tight making you let out a groan before he rolls you over like a boa constrictor, you positions now switched, legs straddled around his slutty little waist

you push your hands on his chest, sitting back on his pelvis and brushing the hair out of his face, “dramatic oaf,” you smile watching him nuzzle your hand like a cat,

“fell asleep without me last night,” he says quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek

“what time did you get home anyways?” you questioned, his warm hands settling on your upper thighs, rubbing the skin there

“mmm…mayb’ four…” he says slowly, sleep still laced in his voice, starting to mindlessly slide his hands up and down the sides of your body, eyes still shut,

“we’ll that’s why i fell asleep without you.” eyes still closed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your panties sitting on your hip,

starting to feel a warm sensation creep inside your body, different from the overwhelming physical heat his body provided

it’s only when you become aware of your own growing need that you feel his, very prominent problem underneath you,

“toru, ‘s so early, what are you this hard for?” you tease, moving your hand away from his face resulting in a whine as you rubbed your hands over his clothed pecs

“if i told you i had a naughty dream about you would you believe me?” he cracked his eyes open slightly, wiggling his eyesbrows

“you being a pervert even in your dreams?course i believe you.” you retorted,

he gasped, eyes opening a bit more, faux offense plastered on his face,

“hah! pervert? i’m nothing if not a gentleman thank you,” he rolled his eyes, “for your information, YOU came onto ME.” he huffed, failing to notice his own hands that have trailed over your (his) shirt and started groping your chest,

“you sound so convincing with your hands on my tits toru,” you deadpanned,

“they asked me to play with them.” he gave you a toothy grin, pinching over your shirt where he thought your nipples might be

“ah! toru,” you softly whimpered, “wan’ this perv to stop?” he asked, smile still plastered on his face as he stares at you intently,

“shut up,” you breathily moaned, letting your head roll back, running your hands down his hard abs, starting to roll your hips over his stiff clothed cock,

“‘m not the only one worked up this morning huh?” his breath hitches, feeling your pussy slide over the tip of his dick just right, even through both of your clothes,

“if you- haaah, didn’t come home so late last night, we would’nt have this p-problem,” you stuttered out, putting more pressure on his abs with your palms as you humped back and forth over the large bulge in his sweats

his hands leaving your chest, one coming down to dig his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you rock yourself on his cock, the other splaying itself out on your tummy, thumb coming down to rub your clit through your panties,

“yeah? wanted to fuck me last night baby?” he questioned, biting his lip, feeling dizzy from the lack of sleep combined with the perfect pressure and friction you were creating on his dick, leaking pre all over the inside of his boxers,

“t-take off my shirt toru,” you said grinding yourself faster on him, pussy leaking through your panties, leaving a dark patch on the crotch of his sweats

it’s only been a couple minutes and he was feeling drunk, gasping and groaning watching his pretty girlfriend wearing 𝒉𝒊𝒔 shirt and rub her hands all over his body while she uses him to get off, it was almost too much, and now the angel on top of him just asked him to take off her clothes?

he wastes no time, hands abandoning their respective positions on your body, grabbing the shirt from the sides of your figure, caressing your skin as he pulls the fabric up, up, up,

his jaw drops and his eyes go wide when he sees what you were hiding from him, your tits were cradled in a light blue fabric, the same colour as his crystalline eyes, the border of the blue panties decorated with pretty white lace, a small rose on the front formed into a heart,

the next sounds that came out of his mouth you have never heard him make before, hands shooting to your waist and gripping you bruisingly, jolting forward, abs clenching under your fingers as his hips buck up into you,

high pitched whimpers leaving his mouth one after another while he completely paints the inside of his boxers white, rope after rope of his thick cum spurting out of his needy cock and sticking to himself

“haaaaaaah, fuuuck,” he vocalizes, relaxing into the bed, aftershocks of his orgasm leaving him twitching, the back of his arm coming to cover his eyes as he heaves, other hand massaging your hip, his chest rapidly moving up and down,

“toru did you just-“ stilling your movements you looked down, sliding back slightly and seeing the previous wet patch you left on him grow steadily, definitely not from your doing this time

“sorry, haaa- didnt- ngh- didn’t think you were gonna look that beautiful,” his arm slides off his face and there’s a dopey grin adorning his features

his face is completely red and he looks like he just got the soul sucked out of him,

“ah…cant beleive you just made me cum in my pants so fast like some teenager,” he laughs, making eye contact with you again, and his eyebrows shoot up at your current state,

your own jaw is dropped, breathing rapidly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so aroused in your life, cunt fucking throbbing with need, hearts practically in your eyes, at the realization of what you just made him do,

you think you might’ve just discovered something about yourself….

[itsafairytalekay]

𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘾𝙍𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂?!

Gojo Satoru x reader!

Desc: Gojo comes home to you crying, how does he comfort you? Toji's Kento's

Warnings: none, just fluffff!!

Anon requested💙

He comes home from a long long day sighing while opening the door but he's very excited to see you, his heart is beating fast and he feels ecstatic from within.

"Hey babyyy" He calls out and looks around for you. Bedroom? Not there, living room? Not there, kitchen? Absent. He gets tired and turns to go to the bathroom and sees you coming out- and you're... Crying? 𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨

Hmm he doesn't comment on it just pulls out his arms and you sit on his lap he's patting your head and kissing your forehead occasionally.

After some time he asks "why was my baby crying hm? "

"I wasn't"

"Don't lie to me sweets, you signed up the 'telling my strongest boyfriend everything clause for dating satoru gojo'"

"You're so silly" You push his cheeks together with your fingers and his lips form the cutest pout

"Shoo tell me shweetie" He says through your hold.

"My friends went out without me and they forgot I was on their close friends list on Instagram"

He becomes silent for a while and speaks out after "they're shitty friends, how can they leave out my cutie out of their little trip, well all is good because nowww you can spend more time with your handsome boyfriend"

"Who said you're handsome?" You chuckle

He gasps like you hurt him really bad and pretends like he was shot in the heart "owwwww that hurtttt, but I'll forgive you, you can't convince me I'm not drop dead gorgeo-"

You kiss him to shut him up "yes yes I agree you're gorgeous and breath taking"

You snuggle up on him and think how you're so lucky that you have him because even if he isn't perfect at this stuff he really tries for you.

Comments are appreciated ✧･ﾟ:*(͡ꈍ͜ʖ̫͡ꈍ)*:･ﾟ✧

[jonivngel]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧. (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨.)

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

part 1: sharing is caring; part 2: dinner; part 3: devotion.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

"You weren't sure what you'd stepped into, but you loved how your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest with anxiety, excitement, and desire all at once. The hungry gazes of the two men sitting at the table made you feel like you were treading into dangerous waters, like monsters were lurking in the dark ready to devour you and consume your soul whole."

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6,904

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭:: 18+ ONLY, NSFW! CONTENT, MDNI, infidelity, unprotected sex, cucking (just a lil), polyamory, threesomes, drunk sex, a bit of degradation, praise kink kinda, oral (male on male, female on male, and male on female), mxmxf sex, mxf penetration, overstimulation, edging, car sex, dangerous car sex lol (don't do this shit pls), voyerism, exhibitionism, just overall filth ngl, satosugu is bisexual so gay stuff, fluffy at the end

a/n: yea... this is my favorite reader insert I've written. maybe also the best smut... enjoy! not really edited since the contents clouded my judgment..

𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫.

You dressed yourself in a pretty black dress and black cat heels. A gold necklace around your neck glistened in the light of the luxurious restaurant you found yourself in. You looked good and it boosted your confidence. There was nothing that could deter you from the objective for tonight's meeting. That was- judge the pretty little thing Suguru was sneaking around with from head to toe and scare him senseless. Although, you knew the scaring part was impossible, after all, you weren't oblivious to the identity of the man you would meet. You just wished he'd feel just as jealous as he'd made you.

Suguru told you that his other lover was eager to meet you. In fact, he insisted on taking you both to one of the most prestigious locales for fine dining in the city. You felt flattered. Perhaps that was the goal because it created the impression that this meeting was a momentous occasion for both of you.

You were excited. You could tell Suguru was excited too, because the mischievous smirk you've seen on him so many times before didn't falter for a second since you left your home. It made you even more curious to find out just what would happen when you saw him for the first time. The anticipation felt like ants crawling under your skin, you were restless. The restlessness causes your eyes to search hastily through the sea of people for vibrant blue eyes and stark white hair.

You felt out of place in a restaurant like this. Everyone seemed like they were nobility, hearty laughter that reeked of money echoing in your ears. Rich bastards that hadn't a single care in the world. It made you feel uneasy because he either chose this place to pamper you or to throw you off your axis, play this game on his home turf. You couldn't show weakness, though, so you held your ground, searching for him with determination.

Then you spotted him. Sitting in the far back of the restaurant, a coupe glass in his hand filled with a pink fizzy cocktail. French kiss. Nice touch.

Suguru ghosted his hand over your lower back, urging you to go first. You did. With your head held high and your hips swaying tastefully and deliciously, the short dress revealing enough to get any man to drool at a single glimpse of you. There was nothing to be afraid of when you looked deadly as sin and so sweet and tasty at the same time.

It didn't take long for him to spot you, probably because he could feel the cursed energy radiating off of Suguru and you both, the magnitude of your appearance altering the atmosphere instantaneously. He turned slowly though, feigning nonchalance, showing you he had no reason to be afraid of you either.

Once you walked up to him he stood up and towered over you, just as Suguru always did. He was even taller. Oh, it made you feel so tiny. He looked like he could crush you with one hand. Not at all the pretty little princess Suguru described him as. It made a rush of blood go straight to your abdomen, heat consuming your entire being at the thought of what might transpire by the end of the night.

“Satoru, I presume.” You smiled at him and stretched out your hand in a greeting.

He took it and bowed down to place a tender kiss on the back of it, your thoughts spiraling immediately. “That's right.” His voice had a seductive lilt to it and suddenly you were livid Suguru even thought about hiding this man from you. Then you reminded yourself that you were there to judge him, not fall for his beautiful face and hands and shoulders and- “You must be, Y/N.”

When he smiled back and folded his glasses into the pocket of his suit jacket, suddenly all air was sucked out of your lungs.

He was gorgeous.

Wow, was the only thought that appeared in your head, jealousy and determination washed down the river of your unholy thoughts.

You never liked men with such fair features, Suguru being case and point, but the pristine aquamarine eyes staring back at you were like a sparkling and swirling potion that could get you addicted to him. In appearance he was the complete opposite of your Suguru, they looked like a match made in heaven. A tasty treat for you, too.

You sat down when Suguru pulled out a chair for you, feeling your cheeks warm up with the way this man was looking at you. He clearly didn't see you as competition. He saw you as prey. He had a devious smirk on his face, pearly white teeth shining in the dim light of the restaurant. His eyes were devouring the sight of you without shame, from head to toe, until he looked at you through his fluffy angelic eyelashes with an even bigger grin.

“I've heard a lot about you, Satoru.” You said sweetly and cleared your throat, picking up a menu to flip through the pages and decide on a drink for yourself. You had to look away from him because, now that you saw his face, all you could imagine was him and Suguru in the back of that black Mercedes you took to the restaurant. It was too soon to let those kinds of thoughts get the best of you.

He chuckled, “All good, I presume?” He was cocky. You liked that. It suited him, and you understood quite well what Suguru meant when he said that he knows he's pretty. You thought you were confident, but confidence was this man's middle name, you were aware you probably had no chance to win this game from the start.

“Of course,” you purred in response, glancing at Suguru, who seemed like he was having the time of his life.

Your beloved was gazing at you with lust in his eyes, a dark and deep desire that had you completely cornered with Satoru gazing at you the same way. It was like you'd walked into the wolf's den and you were looking straight into its sharp canines and drooling mouth. As if the Michelin star food you were about to eat was just an appetizer for the real main course- you. It thrilled you to your core, to be desired so wonderfully by two most handsome men you've seen in your life, making you realize why some women crave such male validation. It wasn't the validation that you were seeking, though, Suguru provided enough of that throughout your relationship.

It was the hunger. The deep perverted hunger he infected you with when he mentioned how good his other lover takes him before he returns home to do the same depraved things they did to you. Curiosity, too. Because no matter how hard you tried to get it off your mind, you couldn't stop thinking about whether all you heard was true.

Satoru called the waiter over for you, snapping you out of your thoughts, and you ordered a cherry negroni, trying to coax a reaction out of him with the abhorrently bitter choice for your drink. He raised an eyebrow, a sly grin on his beautiful face. He was aware of the game you were playing, subliminal messages in every little choice you made since you walked in.

“I would've picked the Shirley.”

“Hm, I know.”

This made him laugh and you smiled, feeling like the ice was finally broken and the buzzing atmosphere officially assumed a friendly light.

“Should we order food?” Suguru questioned, speaking for the first time since you sat down. He seemed to realize that this meeting was going in a great direction and suddenly felt like speeding things along to get to the fun part.

You didn't object and you all ordered, the waiter nodding and walking off.

“So, Y/N…” Satoru mused, leaning forward as he propped his chin onto his palm and looked at you with that seductive, half lidded stare, “Are you really as sweet as our dear Suguru described?”

Your mind was sent on a trip of its own once again with the deliberate phrasing of that sentence. “Depends,” you huff in amusement, giving him the same look he was giving you while crossing your arms to push up your clevege, to which his eyes immediatelly dropped down for a split second before returning back to your face.

“I guess I'll just have to check for myself then, hm?” He leaned back, licking his lips, and crossed his legs, a dangerous glint lurking beyond the aquamarine pools.

“Satoru,” Suguru chuckled, “Let her be. We're here for dinner, remember?” His tone was the same sweet tone he'd whisper the most beautiful words of love to you, but he was looking at his other lover scornfully, silently signaling that he should back off a little and know his place.

“We're just getting acquainted, Suguru.” He looked back at you, “Do you not see the pink on her cheeks? They're just yearning for a bite.”

You weren't sure what you'd stepped into, but you loved how your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest with anxiety, excitement, and desire all at once. The hungry gazes of the two men sitting at the table made you feel like you were treading into dangerous waters, like monsters were lurking in the dark ready to devour you and consume your soul whole. The game didn't include only you and Satoru, there was an unspoken tension between the two men as well, Satoru being keen to get a piece of you since Suguru presented you to him so graciously. And Suguru seemed to struggle with knowing that.

The electric tension buzzing in the air made you want to skip dinner too.

Although, you needed the energy if all three of you were going to return to your home. So you enjoyed your meal, drank a few very strong cocktails. You three talked about nothing in particular, Suguru and Satoru discussed the well-being of their former classmates and you listened while downing some more cocktails. By the end the alcohol was swirling comfortably in your stomach, heating up your whole body to the point that you felt like the skimpy dress you wore was too many clothes to be wearing.

You were about halfway through imagining that same skimpy dress being torn off your body by one, if not two handsome men, when Satoru called the waiter over for the cheque. You felt like it was your call whether or not he was going to be joining Suguru and you tonight, so you took the final sip of your final drink and spoke up.

“’Toru, why don't you join me and Sugu for some more drinks at our place, hm? I'm sure we can manage a little sweet Shirley for you…”

He was grinning almost ear to ear, agreeing without a second thought. “If Suguru doesn't mind…” He turned to look at the dark haired man, “Do you?”

“Not at all,” Suguru stood up and pulled out your chair, suddenly in a hurry to get going, “You're always welcome, Satoru.”

Moments later you found yourself in the back of a black Mercedes, a certain white haired man with you. Suguru was driving, of course, glancing into the rear-view mirror every once in a while to check on you.

You were a nervous wreck. It was like the alcohol was making you even more eager to be touched, fantasizing about what it would feel like to be folded in two by someone almost twice your size on the very seat you were sitting on. The drive was going to be a while longer, you needed to entertain yourself somehow.

You pulled out a packet of gum and popped one into your mouth without thinking because, damn, those negronis were really bitter.

“Can I have some?”

You turned your head to see Satoru with his palm up in expectation, like a little kid asking for sweets on Halloween.

An idea sparked in your mind. There was surely no need to hold back, you were well aware where this evening is going to go. Even though there was still some doubt in the back of your head, you felt a sick and twisted urge for payback towards Suguru for all of this. And Satoru looked so delicious when your system flooded with liquor that you didn't care. You just simply couldn't wait any longer.

“Yeah, sure,” you said and leaned over, pulling him in by his neck and crashing your lips to his, finding his tongue with your own to share the sweet taste of the gum in your mouth. He let out a whiny moan once the sugar melted on his tastebuds, muffled by the insistent and captivating work of your tongue.

Suguru nearly crashed the car.

Satoru's hands were immediatelly on your thighs, slipping under your skirt, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and pulling you onto his lap. He kissed you like he was starving for it, rutting his hips into yours from below, making the heat between your legs become almost too much to bear.

There was no hesitation and no protest from either of the men, which you were pleased about and so, so damn ready to let Satoru fuck you right before Suguru's eyes. It was a form of payback, showing him that you could have as much fun with Satoru as him- if not more.

You kissed a trail from Satoru's mouth across his cheek, until your lips were right next to his ear. “You like fucking in the back seat, right?”

The noise that escaped his mouth was nothing short of animalistic, his hands doing quick work to unbuckle his belt as an invitation.

“Satoru…” A low grumble came from the front seat, warning the white haired man.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “C'mon, Sugu, she's asking me…”

A dangerous gleam flashed in the eyes glaring at the two of you through the rearview mirror.

“You don't want to see us have a little bit of fun, my love?” You grinned, the sickly sweet tone of your voice making Satoru’s cock jump in his pants under you. “You don't want to see your two sweethearts fuck the frustration out of each other? You got us here, lovely.”

You ignored the annoyed huff coming from the front seat, reaching down to pull Satoru's cock out of his pants. And once again you were left speechless, eyes wide at the agonizingly delicious sight of him. You looked back into his eyes, glossed over with depraved, sinful desire and lips parted with heavy breaths huffing past them. He was pretty and so wrecked already, just from kissing you and from feeling Suguru's angry eyes on you two being so perverted together.

“’Toru, baby, rip these panties off of me, please?”

And do that he did.

The torn piece of flimsy cloth was thrown on the seat beside you and his fingers wasted no time to toy with your sensitive clit. The sweet pleasure had you squealing out in surprise, thighs tense as you tried your best to hold yourself up over him.

“Suguru, where did you find this little minx, hm?”

Suguru was still silent in the front seat, driving as fast as he could without breaking any laws, turning corners sharply and running through yellow lights to get you home as soon as possible. He was angry you'd started without him- he's the one who introduced the two of you. But at the same time, he couldn't help the torturingly delightful satisfaction he felt from seeing the two of you make a mess out of each other. He felt like he was still the winner here.

You were drunk enough to not care whether he was going to punish you or praise you for getting along so well with Satoru. The white haired man had you whining and mewling out his name as his fingers found their pace inside of you pussy, stretching you out as preparation for the large cock that was pushing up against your thigh in the tightly confined space of the backseat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I'm so glad I got to meet you,” he whispered, his free hand finding its place around your throat, gently squeezing to make your head muddled even more, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss that made you tighten around his fingers.

“M-Me too, - ah.. hngnh S'toru-”

He smirked and sped up the pace of his fingers, making the coil in your abdomen snap as you squealed quietly, vocal-chords paralyzed from the intensity of the orgasm consuming your entire body. The feeling was made even more intense with the hellish look on Satoru's angelic face and the sensation of being watched and listened to by your sweet Suguru.

“There you go, sweetheart, cum for me.” He whispered softly, his fingers becoming more tender inside of you, helping you come down from your high. “Does Sugu make you feel this good, hm, baby? Look at him-” He muttered and made you turn around to look at Suguru, his eyes fixated on the road in a last ditch effort to not crash the fucking car before you get home. “Look how worked up you've got him, I bet he wants to ruin your sweet little pussy as much as I do.” He's lifting your hips up and rubbing his cock against the sloppy mess of your tight hole, hand flying to your face to make you look at Suguru once again after you start turning back around. “Keep looking at him while I fuck you stupid, sweetie.”

He eased you down onto him slowly at first, making you keep your eyes glued to the man in the front seat, feeling like filthy scum as you groaned loudly in bliss, feeling yourself be stretched out over Satorus cock.

Suguru's cheeks were red, his eyes bleary with arousal as he locked eyes with you, the car stopping in the middle of traffic. He cursed quietly, chest heaving with the heavy breaths. He watched you slide down on Satoru's cock, mesmerized and unable to look away.

“Sugu- ru-” you whined out, making his cock twitch in his pants, his hand rushing to stroke it on instinct.

Never in a thousand years would he have imagined that seeing his girlfriend take his boyfriend’s cock right in front of him would fill him with pure unfiltered lust instead of raging jealousy. And the fact that you still called out his name? It made him want to stop the car on the side of the road and get in the back seat to show you why you were his, once again.

“Fuck- Suguru, she's so tight.” Satoru's head fell down to the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the pulsating vein under your skin, making you feel lightheaded. “You're so evil for keeping us from each other, y'know? Oh- fuck- She's taking me so well-”

You whined again at the indirect praises, feeling Satoru's pace pick up speed as the car finally started moving again.

“You two are so lucky I'm driving,” Suguru said, the words like venom dripping off his lips, the sound of his belt unbuckling following soon after, “So fucking undisciplined.”

You giggled, crying out immediatelly after from the feeling of Satoru rearranging your guts at a superhuman speed. “’Toru, ‘Toru, ‘Toru- I c-can't, ah- nhhhhgh- FUCK!” The muscles in your legs spasmed as you felt liquid gush out of you and soak Satoru's cock and pants, earning a low, devious chuckle of satisfaction from him.

“You're so fucking dirty, cumming so hard on my cock while your sweet Suguru watches…” He whispers into your ear, making you turn around to look at Suguru again, seeing his hand in his lap stroking his cock as he drove with one hand. “Oh, fuck- He's just as bad as you, it seems.”

“Sugu, I'm-”

“You wanna apologize?” The dark haired man grumbled. “Come over here and suck my cock, honey.”

This car ride was becoming increasingly dangerous and you felt a nagging guilt at how depraved you were, how easily you submitted to the carnal pleasures instead of thinking how Suguru might crash the fucking car because of this.

“Don't worry, baby, I won't crash. We're almost home.” He seemed to have read your thoughts, his voice earnest and sweet, reassuring you before speaking again- “Now get that filthy mouth over here.”

Satoru chuckled, turning you around forcefully and pushing you between the two front seats until your ass was facing him and your face was in Suguru's lap. Your mouth was immediatelly stuffed full of cock, a low groan resounding from deep within Suguru's chest.

“Mhm, fuck-” He felt his heart race, trying his best to look at the road with your lips wrapped snugly around his dick. “Go deeper,” he pushed your head down just as Satoru stuffed your pussy full of himself in the back seat, “Suck my dick like a slut since you want to be one so bad.”

You cried out around his length, feeling it scrape the back of your throat, your jaw tense with the familiar feeling of his girth filling your mouth entirely.

“So filthy,” Satoru huffed, sloppy sounds echoing throughout the cramped space as his cock kept ramming into you, “You couldn't even wait ‘till we got home, huh?”

Tears fell down your cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure and the cock in your mouth that kept you gagging every few seconds. Suguru was holding your hair in a vice-like grip, guiding your movements and never letting you come up for air.

“Your throat is so soft, baby, don't you dare make me pull out.” He moaned, turning the last corner onto your street, stepping on the gas as he pushed your head down, “Shit- We're here.”

He pulled into the garage of your house, letting go of your hair as Satoru pulled his cock out of you.

You were gasping for air, sprawled out over the middle compartment between the two front seats, pussy and jaw aching from being filled with cocks for the entire ride home from both ends.

“Oh my-” you panted, unable to lift yourself as Suguru's fingers tangled with your hair once again, this time in a soothing manner. “I'm so tired.” You whisper, but your break doesn't last long because you're being pulled into the back seat and then out of the car, scooped up and carried inside by Satoru.

“No time for rest, sweetheart, you started this.” He said tauntingly, following Suguru as he unlocked the door.

It didn't take much time for their long legs to take you to the master bedroom, where you were thrown mercilessly onto the bed while the two men towered over you like hungry lions ready to devour their feast.

“I'm- AH!” You yelp as your dress is being tugged off your body so swiftly you don't have time to react.

Suguru is stripping his shirt, an evil smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “We're not done yet, honey.”

Satoru bites the insides of your thighs, his pants and shirt already gone once you look at him, taut muscles and flawless soft skin on display for you to see. It was a beautiful sight, the two of them so worked up over you. The shared depravity between you three felt comfortable, reaffirming. It made you feel less guilty for being so insane as to let this all happen in the first place. The labels and the sick love triangle between the three of you were reduced to nothing but animalistic greed for pleasure and you were ready to drown yourself in that feeling.

“Satoru,” Suguru growls, angrily pulling Satoru's head back by the snow-white strands of his hair, “Stop being a greedy whore, it's my turn.”

Suddenly you're the one watching, seeing the debauchery unfold in front of you. Satoru is on his knees in front of your beautiful boyfriend, defiant eyes flashing up at him and you're so mesmerized at the sheer magnitude of what's unfolding. It has you squirming on the bed, breath caught in your throat as Suguru manhandles the pretty boy in front of him, pushing his cock against his lips until the white-haired menace finally opens his mouth.

You don't even realize you're touching yourself until your legs are shaking and your pussy is throbbing for something to fill it. “Fu-ck-” you whine, “You two are so fucking hot.”

Suguru chuckles, feeling Satoru's squeals of protest against his cock, “Don't worry, darling, I'll get to you in a second.” It's a warning and a promise. “Gotta teach this brat a lesson first.”

Satoru is drooling around Suguru's cock, ice cold eyes staring up at him like he was God incarnated, taking him whole down his throat without gagging once. He didn't have a fucking gag reflex.

“Yes, there you go-” Suguru's head falls back, long hair swaying around his shoulder as his abs tense from the pleasure. “All the way to the b-back.”

You're unable to look away from them, eyes jumping back and forth between them as your fingers struggle to get you over the edge. You whimper helplessly as you watch, craving Suguru's touch to help you finish. It makes you jealous for a split second, so you call out to Suguru, your voice whiny. “Sugu- Please, help me cum-”

He smiles at you and steps toward the bed with his cock still buried into Satoru's throat, “You feeling lonely, baby? I'm sorry…” He says and releases Satoru from his grip, the white haired man gasping for air. “Come sit on my face while you watch Satoru suck my cock.”

He lays on the bed, Satoru climbing between his legs and you follow his instructions reluctantly, pussy above his face as you look at Satoru. You feel shy completely exposed like this, looking directly in the eyes of the man who was taking a part of what you love the most right before you. His eyes were devilish, never leaving yours as he licked a long stripe up Suguru's length, as if taunting you with the fact that he gets a piece of your lover, too.

But as soon as Suguru's tongue started working its magic on your aching pussy, all of that melted away and you were left with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. “Oh- fuck-” you yelped and Satoru looked down to where your pussy was leaking all over Suguru's face, his eyes lighting up at the beautiful sight.

He was about to get up, but Suguru's hand pushed his head back down. “Keep going, slut.”

You felt like Suguru was being mean, but Satoru groaned immediatelly after, as if this is exactly the reaction he was looking for, rutting his hips into the bedsheets for any type of friction.

“S-Sugu-” you tried to say but what left your mouth were incoherent babbles as you felt yourself on the brink of orgasm. It was so sinful and so messy and so enjoyable to be in such a tangle like this, to be feeling so much pleasure watching your boyfriend's cock be stuffed down Satoru's throat. The little whine Satoru made when Suguru bucked his hips upward, his throat assaulted by the forceful movement, pushed you over the edge and you damn nearly drowned Suguru.

He groaned, feeling his dick twitch on Satoru's tongue, his seed spilling down the pretty boy's throat as he licked up every last drop of what you gave him. He didn't stop, though, trying his hardest to make you break, letting go of Satoru and holding your hips down so you couldn't move. “S-Sugu- I c-can't! S-Sto- ahh!” You were near tears, which made Satoru feel horrible because you were being punished for something you did together.

“It's okay, sweet, come here…” He leaned down, giving you a tender kiss that clashed with the feeling of Suguru torturing you so mercilessly.

You groaned and cried out into Satoru's mouth until you hit your second orgasm and felt tears spill down your cheek. You could taste Suguru on his tongue, mixed with the same sweetness you tasted on Suguru's when he'd come home late with so many excuses. It made your tears swell up even more, it felt cathartic in a way, but Satoru wiped them away, holding your face until you stopped shaking and Suguru finally let you go.

You pulled away from Satoru, moving over to fall on the bed, unable to stay on your knees with how weak your legs were. You felt like jelly, wobbly and trembling from the intense orgasms you just went through.

“Are you okay, honey?” Your boyfriend asked you, kissing your cheek tenderly as if the state you were in wasn't his doing.

“Y-Yeah-” you finally managed to catch your breath, gazing into Suguru's eyes. “I think you need a towel…” You giggled, fucked out of your mind, as you pointed out the droplets of your mess on his face.

Satoru cleared his throat and threw the towel he just retrieved from the bathroom at Suguru's face. “You know,” he huffed, “I didn't get to cum yet.” His eyes were on Suguru, to which the man rolled his eyes and pulled the ‘whiny slut’ onto the bed next to you.

“Sweetheart can you suck Satoru's cock while I fuck you from behind, please?” And he asked so sweetly, so innocently, that you didn't have the heart to refuse. Even though you'd much rather have had him cum down your throat earlier, him cumming while being buried deep inside of you didn't sound bad either.

You nod, giving him a quick kiss, still able to taste yourself on his tongue. “Yes, baby.” You smile at him and turn to face Satoru, ass up and face between his legs.

“Such a good girl,” he purred behind you, spitting on his cock and rubbing it through your folds before sinking in slowly, groaning out your name. “F-Fuck- so tight for me no matter what huh?”

Your legs were still trembling from everything you were made to endure so far, so you tried to focus on your own task. You looked up at Satoru, who was gazing at you with his slutty half lidded gaze, cock jumping the moment you begin to moan Suguru's name.

“Don't be shy, baby, put him in your mouth.” Your boyfriend encouraged, watching as you took Satoru in your hand, giving the tip of his cock light kisses that had the white haired man in an absolute frenzy.

“P-Please-” he choked out, “Stop teasing me..” And you chuckled, to which he gave you a scornful look. It disappeared the moment you actually took him in your mouth. “Sh- iitt-” His hand tangled in your hair, but never pressing down, only giving you tender encouragement. “Y-Your mouth is so fucking g-good- mhhngh.”

“Thank you, ‘Toru.” you giggled, feeling Suguru twitch inside of you at the sound of your voice calling out his other lover's name. “Come here, sweetie.” You said and Satoru leaned in, his cock still stimulated by your hand, but instead of kissing him as he thought you would, you commanded for him to open his mouth. “Open wide, please.”

He looked at Suguru, confused for a split second before he obeyed and your fingers slipped into his mouth, all the way down his throat. “Oh my- You really don't have a gag reflex- I bet that throat feels heavenly around my Suguru's cock, hmm?”

The depraved, slutty words rolling off your tongue had both of them groaning in pleasure and you smiled to yourself. “P*-pleathe*-” Satoru begged around your fingers, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your hand picked up its pace. “Your mouf plea- nhhhg”

The whiny moans you were so skillfully coaxing out of Satoru made Suguru pick up his pace from behind you, incredibly aroused by the whole display before him.”You're so good, baby, making S'toru moan for us- fuck-”

You pulled your your fingers from pretty boy's throat, stuffing your face full of his cock to muffle your own moans as Suguru's pace kept picking up. It nearly sent Satoru over the edge, his poor cock edged enough for one night, which you realized was Suguru's punishment for his misbehaving and fucking you before he got to.

“Am I allowed to make him cum, sweetie?” You ask Suguru quickly, mouth immediatelly back on Satoru, making him cry out from the intense feeling of your tongue working wonders around his tip.

“Y-Yeah-” your boyfriend could barely talk, pussywhipped completely, slamming into you and making your legs shake once again.

You cried out with Satoru nestled deep in your mouth, gagging as he begged you to just make him cum already. So you sped up your movements, bobbing your head up and down with his cock slamming into the back of your throat and making you gag while Suguru fucked you like a madman from behind.

“I-I'm gonn- cum-” Satoru groaned, “Bab-y stop-” but you didn't want to. You wanted to taste his cum on your tongue as Suguru fills your pussy because it felt heavenly to be used like this and to torture each other endlessly with pleasure.

“She wants you to cum in her throat, Satoru, don't hold back-” A hard slap against your ass made you squeal and you started shaking again, about to cum undone around Suguru's cock.

Satoru's dick was twitching on your tongue, his thighs tensing up under your fingertips as you kept his legs from closing together. He was a mess, groaning both your and Suguru's names over and over again as you sucked every last drop of cum out of him, never letting up your pace.

The sight made Suguru ravenous, his hips slamming against yours as he told you what a good girl you were for taking care of both of them. He pushed you towards Satoru, your body suddenly sandwiched between the two men, feeling their sweaty skin stick to yours with Suguru's cock still ramming into you at full force.

Suguru's lips crashed onto Satoru's, his hand flying up to Satoru's throat, holding him in place while your hand still pumped lazy strokes over his cock.

You cried out right next to his ear as Suguru fucked you, eliciting a sweet groan from both of them. It was messy and you felt like you lost yourself for a moment in that tangle of bodies, close to blacking out once Suguru buried himself so deep inside of you that you were certain your insides have been rearranged.

He was still kissing Satoru when he came inside of you, bringing you over the edge with him and Satoru, too, overstimulated from your hand never letting up the quick jerks on his cock.

You buried your face into the slope of Satorus neck, kissing him and still mewlimg out small cries of pleasure as you slowly came off your peak with Suguru still deep inside of you.

“Fuck, we made a mess…” Suguru chuckled as he looked down at the soaked sheets, your release mixed with Satoru's and Suguru's dripping down your thighs as soon as he pulled out.

“'m not cleaning up, can't move my arms,” you whimpered, Satoru chuckling in your ear as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, his arms hugging you close to him. It felt like heaven to be held so tenderly after all of the strenuous activity, so you surrendered and returned the hug, melting into the warm feeling of his skin.

Suguru left the room for a moment and you heard water running in the bathroom.

“’Toru, are you jealous of me being with Suguru?”

The question seemed to surprise the white haired man, but he shook his head. “It doesn't matter, sweet, he loves both of us equally, he wouldn't lie about that.”

You take in a shaky breath, smelling the familiar scent of his vanilla and cinnamon shampoo still lingering in his hair, mixed with your perfume and Suguru's musky scent. “Yeah, I guess…” you whisper, “It was nice meeting you.”

He nods, “You too, hun.”

“The bath is ready, bring her over here.”

Satoru picked you up like you weighed nothing, carrying you over to the bath and letting you stand on your own two feet gently. He held your hand to help you join Suguru, watching as you settled against Suguru's chest and relaxed completely in the warm water.

You expected him to get in as well, but he was about to get in the shower instead. “Satoru, come here.” You told him, frowning at the thought that he didn't want to relax in the bath with you.

He turned around and saw your hand gesturing for him to get in. “Okay.” He grinned and stepped into the bath, to which you pulled him into you, your fingers immediatelly tangling into his soft white locks.

“You thought you could escape us, huh?” you giggled, content with being pressed snugly between the two men.

He shook his head, lips pouty as he replied, “I thought I'd be intruding.”

You rolled your eyes, “You were balls deep inside of me and Suguru was balls deep down your throat, and now you're intruding?”

Suguru burst into laughter behind you, giving you a peck on the head. “You're always so blunt, baby.”

Satoru melted into your embrace, fingers tangling with yours like the needy little princess that he is. “Fair point…” he muttered, “Maybe I should take you guys out to dinner again sometime…”

You weren't sure whether or not this should be a regular thing. After all, this man was still your boyfriend's mistress. Were you truly ready to share? Yes, one time is fun, but what would become of your relationship in the long run? It doesn't hurt to give it a few more goes, though…

“Yeah, you should…” you decide, running your fingers through his soft white hair, “Or maybe you should take me out since Suguru kept us from each other for so long…”

Suguru grumbled and gave you a light bite on your shoulder as a warning. “Don't you dare.” Satoru and you burst into laughter, realizing that it was Suguru who was the most jealous one out of the three of you.

“You know, that might be a good idea…” Satoru teased, “I have a great car we could try out… A lot more spacious than Suguru's”

“Now you're just being assholes.”

“Awww, are you jealous, baby?” you mock.

“No.”

“Liarrr…”

“It's just unfair.”

“What, that your boyfriend and girlfriend are getting along?”

“Fuck you guys,” he huffed and looked away from the two of you, his cheeks flushed from being made fun of.

“Okay, okay… we'll stop. Don't sulk.” Satoru chuckled and relaxed in your embrace once again.

Suguru wrapped his arms around both of you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He was content with how the meeting turned out, even though he wasn't expecting anything less. Both you and Satoru were amazing and there was no doubt in his mind that you would've liked each other.

“So, you wanna stay the night, ‘Toru?” you asked, your fingers drawing small circles into his palm.

“You sure?” He muttered.

“Yeah, the bed is big enough for three.” You told him, tangling your fingers with his. “Besides I'd feel bad sending you home without getting some cuddles in.”

“So sweet,” Suguru muttered into your hair.

“Okay,” the white haired man smiled up at you. “I can stay the night.”

“Suguru will make us pancakes for breakfast.”

“And when did Suguru agree to this?” the man behind you grumbled.

“Just now.” Satoru replies quickly.

“You're unbelievable.”

“Oh, shut up, you know you love us.”

“Sure.”

“Okay, then we're gonna get dinner without you.”

“Don't you dare.”

You and Satoru both burst into laughter, making Suguru smile as well. He was truly content with how everything turned out.

You thought you could be, too.

a/n: thank you for reading!

tags: @trishiepo0

[thebellearchives]

𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

~ inumaki toge // fushiguro megumi ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : at night, you and your sorcerer friend take shelter in an inn room to take care of each other’s wounds

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, mentions of blood and injuries, making out, a bit suggestive maybe ?? (i’m still tagging it as fluff)

- gumi’s part: 'it’s complicated' friends to lovers, he tends to your wounds

- toge’s part : toge’s aware of your crush on him, you feel cursed energy through his kisses, onigiri ingredients in japanese, he uses harmless words at the very end, also uses cursed speech on you in the last sentence lol, you tend to his wounds

‧₊˚ a / n : wasn’t intending on posting this but anyways, this shots turned out kinda cute so, would’ve been sad to keep them to myself, also putting them together because both follow the same scenario and have many similarities

the reader feeling toge’s cursed speech was largely inspired by this 🫶🏻

also don’t question the fact that they’re in an inn room instead of the infirmary or smth okay just go with the flow bye 😭

• 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

You and Megumi somehow managed to check in the room without much questioning. Entering an inn late at night looking like you just got beat up was definitely something that would raise the front desk lady’s eyebrows, but you figured you had just gotten lucky.

You closed your eyes and sighed, Megumi’s footsteps came closer. You were sitting in the kitchen counter, knees apart from each other so Megumi could stand in between and attend to your wounds just like you had done before with his. His fingers lifted your chin up so he could see better under the room’s dim light. He pressed an alcohol drenched cotton ball lightly over your left eyebrow, making you jolt.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry” he mumbled “I’m almost done.”

Your eyelids opened slowly, finding him close to you, his dark eyes fixed on your wound. You studied his face in the meantime, long lashes contrasting with his pale clear skin, yet blending with his black irises.

“Can’t believe after all this time of being friends we just had our first mission together.”

“I’m guessing Gojo wasn’t sure of what would work well for us”

“That’s not what I mean, I mean we did great!”

He scoffed in slight amusement.

“Yeah, I knew we would”

“You mean you knew because I kicked your ass the last time we sparred?” a cheeky smile appeared on your face.

“As far as I remember, I was declared the winner” he raised an eyebrow

“Small details, truthfully it was a tie.”

“Right…” Megumi decided to cut the conversation, focusing more on wiping dry blood from your skin.

Finally he exhaled, his hand moved away, examining your face carefully. A soft frown appeared on his face as his eyes fell on your lips.

“Did you cut your lip?”

“Oh? Not that I’m aware of, it doesn’t hurt.”

“It’s bloody.”

Megumi’s fingers on your chin tensed up, sliding the cotton ball over your lip and then discarding it. He tilted your head to the right, blinking and squinting. With the same hand he was holding your jaw, he swiped his thumb over the lower lip.

With widened eyes you stared at him, alarm bells suddenly going off in your head and your irregular breathing hitting his skin, his gaze fixed on the way your soft lip molded under his fingertip. Tangled thoughts raced in your head, trying to figure out the sudden change in the atmosphere and the accelerating pace of your beating heart.

“It’s not wounded” Megumi’s voice was barely audible and you noticed the way his body had just gotten as stiff as yours, probably gaining awareness of the context you were both were surrounded by: him in between your thighs, under the cover of dim lightning and the silence of the night, being the closest to one another you had ever been.

Dark eyes wandered over your mouth, following his thumb as it now slid to the other side. Hesitantly, he moved even closer until his lips hovered over yours. The anticipation that filled the room made sure to cut off both your breathing and his. But then, Megumi closed the distance between your mouths, lashes lowering and hidden feelings bursting out into the open. Megumi’s kiss was soft, and you made sure to reciprocate slowly, easing into the unknown sensation of kissing him.

When the kiss stopped he remained still. Your shaky hands slid up his shirt, fingertips grasping the fabric to keep him in place for as long as the sweet burning sensation sat on your guts. You weren't sure of what came over yourself, maybe it was the curiosity of having him as more than a friend. Maybe it was the thoughts that had constantly whispered at the back of your head how attractive you thought he was, the thoughts you had made sure to ignore and so you never acted on them. Maybe it was the thrill of crumbling his aloof and distant demeanor in between your hands.

Maybe it had been all of those things together, but you slightly and eagerly nudged your nose against his. And so he kissed you again, with a deep sigh of surrender and his hands roaming up your thighs. The sounds of kissing filled the kitchen, your tongue sliding across his tongue, his hungry mouth now fighting against your, your fists pulling from his shirt. His fingers squeezed your skin, a breathy exhale left your throat almost becoming a soft whine.

Megumi’s hands then settled on your hips, until he suddenly stopped, freezing in place and then pulling away from you to search for your eyes. You stared back in a bit of a daze.

“What…” the black haired sorcerer tried to form a coherent sentence, but it seemed like his brain for once wasn’t cooperating.

“I…” you cleared your throat, blinking a couple of times “I don’t know.”

He swallowed, trying to find words once again.

“Listen, I…”

“It’s okay” nervously you tightened your grip on his shirt, now anxious of letting him go “we don’t have to talk about this today or tomorrow. We can just… forget it happened.”

Slowly, Megumi nodded.

“We can just let it be… for tonight.”

“Yeah” you pulled him close again, his body relaxed as he followed your movement and searched for your lips once more.

“Yeah, just for tonight…”

• 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄

Toge’s eyes followed you around as you picked and discarded objects from the first aid kit. At first he was annoyed at how much you had insisted on taking care of the wounds your last fight had inflicted, but at a certain point he had stopped complaining and just… stared. Now, you knew Toge wasn’t one to say much, because he couldn’t, but even when he didn’t say actual normal words he also wasn’t one to shut up. There was always some 'okaka's and 'tuna's and he would gesticulate here and there, he just had to let you know his opinion on absolutely everything. But now… he was absolutely silent.

You walked over to the kitchen counter, where he had sat down begrudgingly and now he was just lazily waiting.

“Bend over a little, will you?” you sighed, wet cotton in your hand.

His lavender eyes stared curiously, but he did as you asked and moved closer so you could reach for his face. There was a bloody scrape right next to his brow, product of a bad landing during the fight with the curse. You held your breath to gain courage and put aside your romantic feelings for the boy, then reached to cup his cheek with your left hand in order to keep him steady and started cleaning the almost dry blood.

He winced, a pitiful expression appeared on your face.

“Sorry” your voice softened “I’ll be finished soon, don’t worry, this is the last one.”

You expected him to say something, he would’ve usually just muttered a 'shake' or something, and yet he didn’t. When you were finally done you sighed once again, lowering your hands and grasping the edge of the counter.

“Alright, that’s it, why aren’t you speaking to me?” Toge raised a brow, as if your question was ridiculous to him “don’t look at me like that, you know what I mean.”

He pressed his lips against each other and then shrugged.

“Are you mad at me?” your brows almost touched, his eyes widened.

“Okaka” he immediately shook his head.

“Oh, so now you’re talking” he snorted, finally letting a small smile shine through “there’s something off, I can tell…”

He bit his lip and shrugged again, this time pointing to his head with his index.

“Thinking?”

“Shake”

“About what?”

His eyes seemed to shine in a peculiar way, trying to hold back a smirk. It was almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask that question for a while. Toge pointed at you, made a small heart with his index and thumb, and then pointed at himself. You blinked about twice, blankly.

“You’re thinking… about you and me?”

He squinted and motioned 'more less', then repeated the previous gesture: you, heart, him.

“You’re thinking…” you heart him. Suddenly your eyes widened, a blush rapidly crept up your face “you’re thinking i like you?”

Toge then grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

“Huh” you exhaled nervously, eyes shying away from him “right when i thought i was the best at understanding you seems like i still don’t get what is going on inside that head of yours.”

He chuckled, his right hand searched for his phone in his pocket and then quickly typed something up in the notes app. You just expectantly watched him as he conveyed his thoughts into written words.

“I’m not thinking you like me, i’m thinking i know you like me”

“Narcissistic much?” you quirked one of your eyebrows and he snorted “what makes you think that?”

“Just the way you look at me, and the way you act around me. Panda had pointed it out before but i’m just now thinking maybe he was right”

“I treat you just like all of my other friends!” you looked up at his eyes again, this time in defiance, but he tilted his head, raising his brows in disbelief “alright then, what have i done with you that i wouldn’t have done with anyone else?”

With a smile, Toge rubbed his cheek and then placed his index right on top of yours.

“Blushing?”

“Shake”

“You’re insinuating that I have romantic feelings for you, of course i’m gonna be embarrassed!”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. Then, he cupped your left cheek, raising your face towards his and supporting your chin with his ring finger and pinky. You frowned, quickly catching up with the fact that he was holding your face in the same way you had done just moments before.

“… I was just taking care of you…” your whisper worsened your blush.

“always”

He chuckled at your shocked expression, the sound waves of his harmless words making you shiver. It wasn’t everyday that he’d risk speaking normally.

“… well, yes, i care for you”

“a lot” you bit your lip, there was no denying that, so you swallowed your nerves and looked away, he snickered “you’re cute”

Once again the surprise froze you, the power in his voice making your body tremble, what he had said made a sweet nervous feeling flutter around your stomach. He leaned in, you held your breath. Toge placed a lovely kiss on your lips, and you delicately but firmly kissed him back, the sliding of his lips on yours enticing and elating. A soft wave of cursed energy flowed through your mouth, but the moment he slid his tongue on your lower lip and you opened your mouth it rose in intensity. You had to cling from his shirt to keep yourself steady, the moment his marked tongue brushed against yours a sharp wave of electricity ran down your throat, pulling a whimper out from your vocal chords.

He pulled back to look at you and you panicked, embarrassed.

“I’m- oh god i’m so sorry!” your face was burning red at that point “it’s just that- i can feel your cursed energy.”

His eyes widened with surprise and worry, hopping off the counter his hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Takana?!”

“I’m fine! I’m totally fine” cupping his face you tried to comfort him, and it worked, he relaxed, but you pulled him closer again, your noses brushing “it felt… really nice…”

You lips searched for his, Toge smirked in amusement to your reaction, but he complied. So slowly, he kissed you again. The feeling of his energy running trough you seemed to make the blood in your veins rush in bliss, pulling sounds from the depths of your chest. Suddenly his hand slithered to the back of your head and he deepened the kiss, the mark on his tongue making contact with yours and making you gasp and jolt against his body. Toge giggled, but caught you in his arms, resting his back on the counter.

“Come on Toge, won’t you have mercy on me?” you complained, Toge shook his head slowly, and by the way he smiled you knew he was about to pull one of his stunts.

“Be louder” his lips immediately crashed back onto yours.

[siythn]

˚◞ HAIRCARE! - SUGURU GETO

SYNPOSIS. with geto being your boyfriend, a morning routine was established. but some say sitting between his thighs as he does your hair; fingers running through strands, removing knots, and stying might be unusual. but to you, it was everything.

WARNINGS! tooth-rotting fluff

WC; 1.05K

THE LIGHT OF THE MORNING SUN filtered through the white curtains, casting a warm glow throughout the shared room. You sat cross-legged on the floor, a small, circled-shaped mirror propped up before you.

Your eyes weren't on your reflection though. Rather, they were closed, too focused on enjoying the sensation of Geto running his fingers through your hair, gently untangling the strands than to bother checking your morning face.

He sat behind you, legs laying on either side of your frame, thighs dangerously close to your face. Your boyfriend's presence brought a comforting weight as you rested your cheek against his upper leg.

You felt a slight tug as he pulled the brush through a particularly stubborn knot, but it was more reassuring than painful.

Honestly, Geto had always been careful with your hair as if it was alive. He always took his time, making sure each stroke was slow and deliberate, muttering sorry under his breath if he tanked on a strand a bit too hard.

It was adorable to see the black-haired male so engaged in a messily task you asked him to one random Tuesday morning that soon became an everyday routine. Even on days, you protested that it was fine—you found yourself in the same position from the day before, getting ready with all the supplies needed seated beside him.

The cherry on top had to have been when you walked in on him practicing hairstyles that you mentioned you liked. Your boyfriend never found out, and you brushed it off as a mere coincidence since he also had a length to his hair.

You had to stop yourself from geeking when the same hairstyle was on your hair two days later.

The scent of his shampoo filled the space between you, a mix of something herbal and earthy. It was familiar to you, seeing as you stole it and used it for yourself a couple more times you would like to admit.

Hearing the soft rustle of his clothes as he shifted slightly, adjusting his position for better access. His fingers were nimble and practiced, and you couldn't help the admiration at how effortlessly he managed your hair, a task that always seemed to take you ages.

"You've got a lot of patience for this," you remarked, your voice soft in the morning quiet with faint blinking eyes; sneakily peering at him through the mirror.

He chuckled lightly, the sound vibrating through the room to you. "Well, someone has to keep your hair in check."

You laughed the sound blending with the peaceful atmosphere. "Hey, I try my best."

"I know you do," he said, his tone gentle. "But sometimes you need a bit of help."

He didn't speak much more, and neither did you. The silence was comfortable, punctuated only by the occasional hum of approval from him when a particularly tricky tangle came free. You felt the coolness of his rings against your scalp, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.

As Geto worked, you let your mind drift; eyes shutting once more, focusing on the rhythmic pattern of his movements. He sectioned your hair, clipping some of it up to keep it out of the way. You could feel the slight pressure of the plastic clips, holding everything in place.

"You always take your time with this," you mused, feeling the brush glide through the length of your hair, each pass smoothing out the strands.

"I like taking care of you," he replied simply, his voice low and sincere.

Feeling your body warm at your boyfriend's words, you slightly straighten up, cheek moved up from his thigh to sit at the front. Geto not bothered by the sudden movement switched to a finer comb for the finishing touches, feeling the difference between the bristles.

"Any plans for today?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Not really," he said, his fingers deftly weaving your hair once more. "I was thinking we could just relax. Maybe watch a movie later."

"That sounds nice," you agreed, smiling at the thought.

When the male finally finished, he gathered your hair in his hands, twisting it into a loose braid. His fingers worked quickly, securing the end with a hair tie that was on his wrist. You opened your eyes and looked in the mirror, admiring his handiwork. The braid was neat and tight, but not too tight, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looked at it.

"You did a great job, Sugu," you said, turning slightly to face him.

"Glad you like it," he replied, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

Geto leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. You could see his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes soft, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your forehead, a tender gesture that made your heart flutter.

"Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need to respond; the gentle squeeze of his hand on your shoulder said it all. The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer, savoring the moment of the morning, the quiet connection between you.

"Want some breakfast?" he asked after a while, his arms had now found their way across your body; secured in his hold.

"Sure," you replied, leaning back into him. "What are you in the mood for?"

"How about pancakes?" Geto suggested, head resting between the crook of your neck, making you squirm in response with sensitivity. You could feel his lips curl to a smirk. "I can whip up a batch pretty quickly."

"Pancakes sound perfect," you agreed with a laugh, playfully taking his face and gently shoving it away from you as if to hide your neck from him.

He grinned and, with a swift motion, scooped you up into his arms. You squealed in surprise, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"Suguru—put me down!" you laughed, but there was no real protest in your voice as you "tried" to escape.

He carried you effortlessly toward the kitchen, his steps steady and sure. "Nope. You wanted pancakes, and I'm delivering you straight to them."

You giggled, leaning your head against his shoulder as he carried you through the house in defeat.

Maybe you didn't mind this being an everyday routine.

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[mrsoharaa]

"I'm sorry angel, I hate arguing with you...please —" Suguru kneels on to the carpeted floor, hands on each side of your soft thighs, fingers trailing slowly, slyly upward beneath the thin fabric of your sundress, as soft pupils cling intently onto yours. Noting the stern glare you were beaming down at him.

"Forgive me, please?" His lips subtly find their way onto the plushy flesh of your right thigh, gradually meeting with the trace of his wide palms.

You could never stay mad at this man, especially when he was on his knees and looking up at you, pleading to you like this. With every pliable touch he'd give it made your skin shudder all over, your hips twitching and your blood pumping. Heat quickly rushing to the lush of your adoring cheeks and the pit of your fluttering stomach.

You insinuate a simple huff of breath, feeling the coy motions of his warm fingertips graze over the supple flesh of your upper thighs, sneakily trailing under the sides of the feeble material of your panties.

God, how you loathed how much of an affect this man had over you.

"...Suguru" the breathy sound of his name swiftly wafts through his ears, his entire attention solely focused onto your pretty face. Watches you uncross your arms and carefully weave your hands through his long, silky raven hair, leaning into your gentle touch, humming softly.

"You know I can't stay mad at you...come here baby, I want to hold you" your sweet, soft voice entrances him. Without wasting a split of a second, the man had already jumped to his feet and scooped you off of yours into his strong arms. Planting fervent kisses all over your tender beautiful face, holding you ever so closely to his comforting stature.

"Thank you my love...you're too good for me I swear..."

[viiennie]

birthday blues

TW!: TALKS ABOUT SU!C!DE, PILLS, AND LOW MENTAL HEALTH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, IF ANY OF THESE AFFECT YOU NEGATIVELY IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, DO NOT READ THIS

a/n: yesterday was my birthday and the blues are catching up to me haha

gojo satoru x reader

┈ ┈ ┈      ୨୧     ┈ ┈ ┈

Its the morning after your birthday.

Nothing feels different.

It's the same ceiling, the same room, and the same bed you've woken up to.

Usually, you'd get up, brush your teeth, make breakfast, and go to work, but today in particular, you can't bring yourself to get up.

I'm not supposed to be alive.

You remember writing letters for your friends last night, during the last hour of your birthday. You poured what was left of your heart into the words you tried so hard to think of. You remember your tears staining the thin papers as you neatly folded them, placing them on your clean desk.

You had given away all the things you treasured to your too, hoping that perhaps when they see that mirror you always brought with you, that hair tie you always had on your wrist, or even that keychain you bought because it looked silly, they would think of you.

You recall yesterday, when those same friends had thrown you a birthday picnic party. You remember seeing Shoko use that mirror to fix her hair, Geto using that hairtie to keep his hair up, and Gojo using that keychain on his phone, the little charms dangling between his fingers. They sang you happy birthday, bought you cake in your favorite flavor with those annoying candles that never blew out, and made sure you stayed smiling and celebrating until the sun had set.

You think it was one of the best birthdays you've had.

You ground yourself back into the present as you look over to the pills laying on the floor, scattered between the dried up tear stains you left behind last night.

The sight invokes nothing out of you, the feeling of hollowness stuck on your chest as you tried to dig for anything in your heart. For sadness, for grief, for even happiness, but there was nothing you could find.

You can't bring yourself to feel sorry for attempting to take your life after telling your friends you'd be looking forward to your next birthday. You couldn't bring yourself to feel angry at yourself, for not even succeeding after a thousand nights of planning and imagining how it would go. You couldn't bring yourself to be thankful that you get to live to see the important people in your life again.

The letters sit untouched on your desk, the uselessness of how you poured out years of your feelings into that damn thing dawning upon you, only for them to never read it.

You sigh, finally deciding to get up and leave your apartment.

┈ ┈ ┈      ୨୧     ┈ ┈ ┈

All Gojo could think about was how beautiful you looked yesterday.

Had he known you loved your birthdays that much, he would've asked the president to declare all 365 days of the year your birthday.

You glowed in a way that was different from usual, the way your smile widened each time his showed off the keychain on his phone to all the strangers in public made his heart melt.

He's walking to your apartment now, a gift in hand. He had saved it for today specifically because he knows you get a little gloomy on the day after your birthday. In the box was the snacks you always loved to eat, an unfathomable amount of it.

He's about to ring the doorbell, but he realizes the door is already unlocked. He raises an eyebrow at the oddness of it. You never usually carelessly left your door unlocked like that.

Quietly, stepping into the small apartment you owned, a feeling of dread is slowly washing over him as he realizes how clean everything is. It's so unnervingly quiet and peaceful, the usual music you liked to blast in the morning nowhere to be heard.

He quietly calls for your name, hoping that maybe you were hiding somewhere, planning to scare him out of his wits. Or maybe this was a prank to get back at him for all the times he pranked you.

There's no response.

He begins to hear his heart beating in his head as he steps into your bedroom.

He feels his entire world crashing down on him when he sees the sleeping pills scattered on the floor. His vision blurs when he sees the letters on top of your desk, neatly arranged in an alphabetical manner of his, Geto's, and Shoko's full names. He takes the paper with his name on it, shaking hands unfolding the paper.

As he reads, he realizes its a letter of goodbyes. He reads about how you're happy you've met him, how you'll always carry the memories of him, even in death. You tell him not to be sad, to just continue being the way he was because you'd be watching over him, that you weren't really gone.

He shakes his head, mind dysfunctional as he hurries over to the front door, desperate to find you. He's shocked when he sees you standing there by the entrance, like a deer caught by headlights.

You realize he has seen the mess you left on the floor and the letter you left behind.

"Satoru, I—"

"Don't leave." He says, arms wrapping around your smaller frame, "I need you here."

[zevrra]

JJK—

synopsis: just some random hc’s i have for the men of jjk!

tags: fluff only, the men of jjk, nanami kento, choso kamo, geto suguru, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, hc’s, short & sweet

creator notes: part 2

nanami !!

— is totally that “i will take care of you in every aspect” guy but i secretly think he’s pretty possessive too

— doesn’t get jealous easily

— flip flops between being a total morning person (on his days off) but the days he has to “work” he’s the opposite

— love/hate relationship with coffee bc he def drinks 8 cups of it every morning and feels gross after he does it

— the epitome of cleanliness and perfect hygiene

— like 100% he uses top of the line shampoo and body washes and after shaves and cologne!!

— ALWAYS smells good and it’s a mix of amber, some kinda wood, and probably something soft like vanilla

— feel like he’s cheap when it comes to stuff for himself but anytime it involves you, he’s buying you the best of the best

— leaves you notes all over the place whether it’s on the fridge, next to your side of the bed, sending flowers to your work space with a note attached, all just to tell you how much he cares and loves you

— willingly works overtime for you :3

choso !!

— sleeps until 4 pm every day

— a true night owl, mans HATES the sun

— feel like he’s super photogenic but hates taking photos unless you’re taking them

— would work any electronic like an elderly man

— “i can’t find the settings on this thing. where is it i’ve been looking for it for 15 minutes!” “it’s right here” “oh. how did you do that?”

— either has no scent at all or smells like iron/cinnamon/or straight up blood im so sorry skshskhkdhsk

— you both match everything from jewelry, especially rings, to outfits

— sleepy eye bags 24/7!!!

— takes a 5 minute shower but sits in the bathroom on his phone watching the loudest videos he can for 45 mins before he gets in

— loves spicy food!!

geto !!

— leaves gifts in your rooms without a word

— is the type to “i saw it and it reminded me of you so i got it”

— loves wholeheartedly. full chest, heart, mind, body, and soul

— willingly hands you his hoodie after he’s done wearing it

— quality time & gift giving is his love language!!

— heavy on quality time, he wants to sit or stand beside you and just coexist 24/7

— matching tattoos and piercings

— scary guard dog bf!!!!

— actually doesn’t mean to be but he kind of loves it a lot when other guys run away from you(him)

— his pet names for you range from “babe” to “stinky” and everything in between

— probably smells like sage & citrus

— he takes the longesssst showers ever and always invites you to them

— let’s you braid his hair, falls asleep every time you do it

gojo !!

— wants to touch you constantly!

— you’re either holding his hand or sitting in his lap anytime you two are together

— loves loves loves hugs

— gossip QUEEN! omg he’s so nosy

— “did you HEAR about this????” and it’s either the most basic information or straight up gossip gold

— always emphasizes the MY in his pet names for you

— “oh my love!” “my darling.” “hmm my princess?”

— a jealous, jealous man >:3

— loves to show you off until someone other than himself looks at you jshsjshk

— is the type of dude who acts all funny and tough in public but the second it’s just the two of you, at home, he wants to be babied and have his back scratched 24/7

— doesn’t tell you when it’s going to be chilly out so he gets to tease you as he hands you his warm jacket

— plans surprise dates all the time

toji !!

— is never caught wearing anything other than sweat pants

— wore a suit once for your first date and then never put it back on

— his love language is probably a mix between physical touch and gift giving

— has a hand always placed on your thigh!!

— his favorite season is winter and when you ask him why he just says he likes the cold

— it probably also has to do with wanting to keep you warm too

— is the type to: “i hate wearing bracelets” “ok ill just take it back” “no fuck you i’m gonna wear it and never take it off”

— literally keeps everything you give him in a box so he doesn’t lose them

— uses 13 and 1 shampoo

— calls you his old lady(affectionate) unironically

— smells like cigarettes and cheap ass beer KSHSKHS

— when he’s actually clean and sober he probably smells more like heavy wood and fire/smoke

— is a massive HEATER when he sleeps and he always sleeps on his back

— sleeps in the nude

[s4kura-tr3]

Close

An: So I answered this but accidentally posted jt and ended up losing the request so.. but here it is!! (Tyy so much I had fun writing this!)

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji.

GOJO SATROU

“Hey, what’s with the long face?” he asks, tilting his head to look at you. The ever-present cockiness in his tone is muted, replaced by genuine curiosity.

You shrug, but your body betrays you. Your gaze flickers to his hand resting on the couch, the faintest twitch in your fingers as if you’re debating reaching out.

Gojo notices, of course—he notices everything. “Ah, I see,” he says softly, his tone warm, the smirk fading into something softer. “C’mere.”

Before you can protest, he’s pulling you into his lap, his arms circling you with an ease that feels natural, like he’s been waiting for this moment. His infinity is off, and you feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his hold, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You could’ve just said you needed this,” he murmurs against your temple, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back.

You melt into him, letting yourself relax for the first time in what feels like ages. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, your voice muffled against his chest.

He chuckles, the sound low and comforting. “Bother me? Sweetheart, you couldn’t bother me if you tried.”

His touch is endless—gentle squeezes, soft caresses, his hand slipping into your hair to scratch lightly at your scalp. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, letting you soak in the comfort, letting you take what you need.

“Feel better?” he asks after a while, his voice a soft hum in your ear.

You nod, not trusting your voice, and his grin returns, boyish and proud. “Good. Because you’re not getting up anytime soon.”

GETO SUGURU

The hall was dimly lit, the air thick with reverence and tension as Suguru addressed his followers. His voice carried an air of authority and calm, his words weaving a narrative that captivated everyone in the room—except for you.

You sat at the edge of the gathering, tucked into the shadows, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d attended one of these meetings, but tonight, something inside you felt particularly heavy. You hadn’t seen much of Suguru lately, his time consumed by his plans and responsibilities, and the ache of longing had been growing sharper by the day.

Your gaze followed him as he moved through the room, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. You couldn’t help but fidget, your fingers gripping the fabric of your sleeves as the longing for his touch gnawed at you.

Finally, Suguru’s sharp eyes caught yours from across the hall. His words didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. A subtle tilt of his head signaled for you to follow him as he finished addressing the room.

You slipped out quietly, your heart pounding, and found him waiting in a quiet corridor outside. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

“You looked like you were about to burst in there,” he teased, his tone soft but amused.

You bit your lip, suddenly self-conscious. “I didn’t want to interrupt…”

Suguru stepped closer, his voice dropping to something warmer, more intimate. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know. If you need something, you can come to me.”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling foolish now that you were face-to-face with him. “I missed you.”

His expression softened, the smirk fading as his hands came to rest gently on your shoulders. “Is that all?” he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Suguru sighed, his thumb brushing along your jaw as he pulled you into his arms. His embrace was steady and grounding, his scent and warmth enveloping you like a shield against the world. “You could’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, his lips grazing the top of your head.

“I didn’t want to distract you,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Suguru chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laughter soothing against your skin. “Distract me? You’re the only thing I want to be distracted by.”

He held you for a long moment, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your back. When he finally pulled back, it was only to cup your face in his hands, his gaze meeting yours with quiet intensity.

“Stay with me,” he said simply. “You don’t have to sit on the sidelines. You’re my priority, always.”

His words made your heart swell, and you nodded, leaning into his touch. Whatever weight you’d been carrying melted away in his arms, replaced by the certainty of his care.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami had always been the picture of diligence. His desk was a battlefield of neatly organized papers and his fingers never paused as they flew across his keyboard. You understood his work ethic—it was part of what made him the man you loved—but tonight, it was harder to ignore the ache in your chest.

Curled up on the couch nearby, you’d tried distracting yourself: scrolling through your phone, reading a book, even watching TV. None of it helped. Your eyes kept drifting to him, his brow furrowed in concentration, his tie slightly loosened but still clinging to his work mode.

“Everything okay?” he asked without looking up, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

You startled, not realizing you’d been staring. “Yeah. Just… bored.”

He hummed softly, a noncommittal sound, as he adjusted his glasses and refocused on his screen.

You hated interrupting him when he was so clearly swamped, but the longing for his touch was growing unbearable. Finally, you stood and padded over to him, your presence so close finally making him glance up.

“Kento…” you murmured, your voice quieter than usual.

His gaze softened immediately, his work forgotten for the moment as he turned his chair to face you. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling silly now that you were standing there. “I miss you.”

Nanami sighed, not in frustration, but in understanding. He reached out, gently pulling you closer by your wrist until you stood between his knees. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I know I’ve been busy lately.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I know you’re working hard, but… I just wanted…”

“Me,” he finished for you, his lips quirking in the faintest smile. He tugged you into his lap, his arms circling your waist as if to anchor you there. The tension in your body melted away the second his warmth enveloped you.

“You don’t have to ask, you know,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll always make time for you.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your voice muffled against his chest. “But you were busy—”

“And you’re more important,” he interrupted, his hand gently stroking your back. “The work will still be here in the morning. Right now, you’re what matters.”

You stayed like that for a while, his steady heartbeat grounding you, his touch easing every anxious knot inside you. When he finally returned to his desk, it was only after you’d fallen asleep in his arms, your body finally at peace.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji wasn’t exactly the cuddly type. He had a roughness to him, the kind of man who didn’t waste words or time on things he deemed unnecessary. But he wasn’t blind to you—not to the way you’d been quieter than usual, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you sat across the room.

He leaned back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp green eyes watching you like a hawk. “Alright, spit it out,” he said, his deep voice breaking the silence.

You blinked at him, startled. “What?”

“You’ve been staring holes into the floor for the past ten minutes,” he pointed out, gesturing toward you with a flick of his hand. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening their grip on your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit,” he said bluntly, sitting up. “C’mere.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me.” He patted the spot next to him on the couch, his expression firm but not unkind.

You hesitated for a moment before shuffling over. The second you were close enough, Toji grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto his lap with ease. His arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding, his warmth seeping into your skin as you froze.

“There,” he muttered, his chin resting on your shoulder. “This what you’ve been sulking about?”

“I wasn’t sulking,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you buried your face in his chest.

He huffed a quiet laugh, his hand moving to rub slow circles on your back. “Sure you weren’t. You could’ve just said you needed some attention.”

Your cheeks burned, but the steady weight of his touch was enough to melt away the embarrassment. “I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted softly.

Toji scoffed, his grip tightening just enough to make you feel secure. “You’re not a bother, idiot. If you need something, just ask.”

His tone was gruff, but the way his hand slipped into your hair, tugging gently, betrayed the tenderness he tried to hide. “You’re mine,” he added, his voice low against your ear. “That means you get what you need. Got it?”

You nodded, your body relaxing fully against his. He didn’t let go for a long time, his quiet presence saying more than any words ever could.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

The great Ryomen Sukuna was not known for softness. He was a figure of terror, a shadow cast over the land, feared by commoners and rulers alike. Yet here you were, curled up in the corner of his grand chamber, feeling the weight of your own solitude pressing down on you.

You didn’t dare interrupt him as he sat across the room, his powerful frame draped in ornate robes, one arm resting casually on the arm of his throne-like seat. His eyes, crimson and sharp, scanned the scroll in his hand. The flickering lantern light accentuated the demonic markings on his skin, making him seem even more untouchable.

Still, you couldn’t stop your gaze from drifting toward him. Sukuna noticed, of course. He always noticed.

“What is it?” His voice, deep and commanding, shattered the silence. He didn’t even look up.

Your breath hitched, and you shook your head quickly. “N-Nothing, my lord.”

He clicked his tongue, setting the scroll aside with a deliberate slowness. His eyes pinned you in place. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, his tone dangerously calm. “Come here.”

Your heart pounded as you rose and approached him, each step hesitant. When you were close enough, Sukuna leaned forward, his clawed hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. His gaze bored into yours, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

“You’ve been restless,” he said, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Out with it.”

Your throat felt tight, but the warmth of his touch emboldened you. “I… I just…” You faltered, looking away. “I miss your touch.”

His smirk widened, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Is that so?”

You flushed, the weight of his gaze making you want to shrink away. But before you could retreat, Sukuna pulled you onto his lap with a startling ease. His arms, deceptively strong and unyielding, wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do you think just anyone can ask for this from me?”

You shook your head quickly, your hands clutching the fabric of his robes. “No, my lord.”

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle as he pressed you closer, one of his hands stroking down your back with a surprising gentleness. “Good. Remember that.”

Despite his usual harsh demeanor, Sukuna’s touch was steady and deliberate. He didn’t speak much after that, letting you soak in the rare moment of affection. His chin rested atop your head, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back.

“Don’t make me ask next time,” he said after a while, his voice softer but still laced with authority. “If you want something, take it. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord,” you whispered, the ache in your chest finally easing as his warmth surrounded you.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi wasn’t the most physically affectionate person, but he always seemed to notice when something was off about you. Tonight was no exception.

You sat across the room from him, your knees pulled to your chest, absently scrolling through your phone. The usual comfort of being in his presence wasn’t enough to ease the restless ache gnawing at you. You wanted to be close to him—needed it, even—but asking for affection didn’t come naturally to you.

“Hey,” Megumi called softly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. “You’ve been quiet.”

You looked up to find his dark eyes already on you, his head tilted slightly in concern.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, waving him off.

He frowned. “You’re a terrible liar.” Setting aside the book he’d been reading, he got up and walked over to sit beside you on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, your fingers twisting the hem of your shirt. “It’s nothing, really. Just… tired.”

Megumi gave you a long, searching look. Then, with a sigh, he reached out and took your hand, his grip gentle but firm. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to keep it to yourself.”

The warmth of his hand against yours made your chest tighten. “I just… I miss you,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened, the faintest blush dusting his cheeks. “I’m right here.”

You shook your head. “I mean… I miss you. Your touch.”

Megumi blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but he recovered quickly. Without a word, he shifted closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against him. His touch was a little stiff at first, as if he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but the weight of his arm felt grounding, comforting.

“You could’ve just said so,” he muttered, his voice low but tender.

You buried your face in his chest, your hands clutching his shirt as you soaked in the warmth and steadiness of him. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled.

“You’re not a bother,” he said firmly, his fingers brushing softly against your arm. “If you need something, just tell me. I’ll always make time for you.”

His words made your heart swell, and you relaxed fully into his embrace. He didn’t say much else, but his actions spoke louder than words—the way he held you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back, his quiet presence making you feel safe.

“Feel better?” he asked after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your voice soft against his chest. “Yeah. Thanks, Megumi.”

He hummed in response, resting his chin lightly on your head. “Anytime.”

YUJI ITADORI

The sound of rapid button-mashing and dramatic game effects filled the room as Yuji leaned forward on the couch, fully immersed in his game. His bright smile and occasional triumphant cheers were endearing, but tonight, they did little to soothe the aching need for his attention that had been building inside you.

You sat nearby, curled up with a blanket, stealing glances at him. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he maneuvered his character through the game.

“Almost got it!” he exclaimed, the excitement in his voice pulling a faint smile from you despite your restlessness.

You fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, debating whether or not to speak up. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you let out a quiet sigh.

“Yuji…”

“Hm?” he replied absentmindedly, his eyes glued to the screen.

You hesitated, your voice quieter. “Can you take a break for a second?”

That got his attention. He paused the game and turned to you, concern flashing across his face. “What’s up? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your fidgeting betrayed you. “I just… I miss you.”

Yuji blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, without hesitation, he scooted over and reached for your hand. “You miss me? I’m right here,” he said with a grin, though the warmth in his eyes softened his teasing tone.

You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “Not like that. I mean… I miss being close to you.”

Understanding dawned on his face, and his grin turned sheepish. “Oh. Why didn’t you just say so?”

Without another word, he grabbed your blanket and pulled you into his lap, wrapping both arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world. His warmth was immediate, and you relaxed into his embrace, resting your head against his chest.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I don’t mind pausing the game for you. You’re way more important.”

“You’re really okay with this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I am!” he said, his tone full of conviction. “C’mon, I’m the master of multitasking.” He reached for the controller again, balancing it in one hand while keeping his other arm securely around you. “See? Now I get to game and cuddle you. Win-win.”

You laughed softly, the ache in your chest fading as his goofy but affectionate energy wrapped around you as much as his arms did.