#ijichi x reader

[marikuchanxo]

Missed The Kiss!

Synopsis: You accidentally forget to give your husband some love before work.

[angry-geese]

Rating jjk men meeting your parents for the first time

Warnings: none! mostly crack. sfw, slight nsfw mention in Gojo's part but it's nothing graphic

Characters: Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Sukuna, Mahito, ijichi

Gojo

0/10

absolute disaster

brings up his ex at dinner. like a lot

grabs your thigh under the table because he can't keep his hands to himself. you have to slap his hand away twice

would flirt with your sister

and your mother. and your father

Nanami

10/10

I would take this man to meet my parents

respectful, albeit not the most talkative. gets along well with your family

your parents absolutely love him

would *not* try to flirt with your sister

Geto

6/10

overall pretty polite, gets along well with your family

a little awkward, and not very talkative, but your parents generally like him

he might try to get them to join his cult afterwards

is the ex Gojo brings up at dinner

Choso

8/10

my father would make him cry

gets really nervous when people ask him questions. his entire body is trembling during dinner

he just wants to impress them

holds your hand under the table to calm himself down

would compliment your mother's cooking

gets along well with your younger siblings/cousins

your mother absolutely loves him

Sukuna

would try to eat everyone

would probably refer to your mother as "woman"

I would still rather bring him to dinner than Gojo

2/10

Toji

makes small talk with your father

might try to flirt with your mother but is pretty subtle about it

also does *not* flirt with your sister

weirdly good with kids. its kind of impressive. if you have any younger siblings/cousins they'll love him

steals the toilet paper from their bathroom, gaslights everyone into thinking you just ran out

you always leave your parent's house with leftovers because he asks to take them home

solid 5/10, your parents overall like him

Naoya

1/10

would be relatively respectful to your father

insults the way your house is decorated, finds several different ways to call your family cheap

refers to your mother as "woman"

can't stop bringing up Toji at dinner

would probably cry if your father insulted him back

Ijichi

100000000/10

easily impresses your parents

has a stable job, his own place, *and* a 401k; they're asking you when you're going to marry him and start a family

they love him

does surprisingly well with your younger siblings/cousins. not the best with kids, but not terrible either

Mahito

don't

-2163713123/10

[pumpkinpot]

How they treat your thighs while you ride them jjk/mha

tw: Sex. talk of dom/sub relations. various kinks. tongues, sounds, tattoos. 

Nanami/Sakuna/Aizawa- Grips your upper thighs, rocking your hips. (You may be on top, but you are not in charge.)

Megumi/ Todoroki- Massages your thighs as you oscillate. (def pleasure doms)

Ijichi/Tamaki- Digs temporary grooves into the thick of your side thighs, starved for every inch you’ll grace them inside of you. (they never take your willingness to lay with them for granted.)

Inumaki/ Midoriya - Uses your thighs to gage how he is feeling. caress above the knee, (gently baby. Take your time.) Mid thigh grip. (just like that, you’re doing so good for me.) Grasping the curve where your thigh meets your ass, (it’s my turn.)

Itatdori/Mirio - prefers your feet planted on either side of them so they can watch your ass bounce under your thighs. (also gets off to the clap sound.)

Gojou/Denki- kisses your thighs at every opportunity. though you are on top, they will acrobat their shit to kiss/ nip your thighs. (bonus is you have tattoos. they’ll trace them with their tongue.)

Toji/ Bakugou- Specifically gets off to watching your thighs giggle. Will have you on top so they can pound into you and watch them jounce. 

[mugensword]

sloth | ijichi x f!reader (7.1k)

Pairing - Ijichi x escort!reader (female bodied).  Sloth: unwillingness to work or make any effort. Ijichi is finally taking some vacations for himself after being treated like a slave by Gojo. Unlucky for him, Gojo had decided to handle his vacations by hiring you.  Slight subby Ijichi, massage gone wrong, awkward boner, masturbation (m), steamy massage, oral sex (m & f receiving), face-sitting, safe sex, vaginal sex, ear licking, (Gojo is a pimp???) | TW: none that I think about... | WC: 7.1k.

The salted air burned his lungs and the sun burned his dark hair. Ijichi wasn’t used to the sight offered to him, the sea shining and swaying gently. It was incredibly peaceful. He felt almost guilty of doing nothing but enjoying the view, as the backwash slowly moved the boat. He crisped his hands on the metal bar protecting him from falling into the sea and he gulped. No, he deserved this, it was his holidays. He had worked hard to get to this. It was supposed to be his lonely time, to rest, eat delicious things, enjoy the few days of calm before eventually going back to his stressful and dangerous activities.

“Sir?”

He blinked, hearing an unknown feminine voice in his back. He was alone, nobody was supposed to—

“Sir Ijichi?”

He blinked a second time.

“Y..Yes?” He turned slowly to face you.

You smiled at him, the colorful sundress fluttered by the wind, revealing your knees. “Hello, sir Ijichi.”

Tons of questions rushed to his mind: who was this beautiful woman? Why did she know his name? All his instincts kicked in instantly, as he was too used to danger.

“Yes? Wha..What can I do for you?” He babbled, trying to stay calm. You didn’t look like a threat, but he remained vigilant.

“Actually, I should be asking this question. Sir Gojo hired me for you this week to keep you company and make the best of your holidays. If you need anything, I’ll always be around to help you.”

Satoru hired someone for him? Apparently the man cared about the assistant even through all his bullying. Ijichi felt anxious ; he was not used to being taken care of.

“I don’t—,” he started.

“Sir Gojo said you would refuse any help, so it is his forced gift to thank you for your hard work. He wants you to make the best out of this week of rest.”

You approached him, grasping the metal bar too. He lightly stepped away to let you have more place, amazed and intimidated by your presence. He barely realized what was happening to him: spending a week with a gorgeous woman as a company?

“Are you an?...” He couldn’t say the word out-loud.

“I’m an escort, yes. But it doesn’t mean anything, don’t be embarrassed about it, you’re not technically my boss. But you are my client from now on, I shall make everything it takes to make you feel at ease. If you want to spend time alone, I will disappear until you ask me to come back. I take my orders from you only, so I will not do anything silly unless you ask me to.”

Gojo warned you about Ijichi’s personality. You had a few experiences with men like him, the type of shy, lonely workaholics who were even embarrassed to ask for your services and ended up taking care of you instead of the opposite. They were the easiest to work with, only eating fancy diners and looking nice was enough for them, and they blushed when asking for other simple services.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you Sir Ijichi. May I simply call you Ijichi, or Kiyotaka? Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

You offered your hand. He gulped again, before taking lightly your hand with his clammy ones. He shook it softly, like he was touching a wounded bird.

“Nice to meet you too… Call me Ijichi.”

You smiled at him, trying to make him comfortable around you, otherwise it would be difficult to work. Gojo hired you because you had a gentle and reassuring aura — your eyes were soft, and your smile bright. You felt Ijichi relax, yet he was still lost in the track of his mind, trying to digest the fact that his weekly plan was not as he had originally planned. Not like he had planned much, apart from resting peacefully at the beach and drinking some cheap cocktails. You could easily fit within his plans.

"We have separate rooms at the hotel, Sir Gojo took care of everything for me financially so you don't have to worry about anything."

He nodded. It wasn’t like he had another choice than to indulge completely in his holiday week. Details didn’t matter, he didn’t want to think about it, especially when you were paid to make his life easier and more pleasant. Ijichi hated Gojo for his habit of overpassing people’s boundaries, but for once, he didn’t mess up.

“O-Okay…," he scratched the back of his head, unable to say much more. He was too overwhelmed with your presence to even think right away of the bedroom situation.

"I think we’re arriving soon. I’ll leave you to that, and we shall meet to eat dinner at the hotel's restaurant? So we can get to know each other more."

You tried to catch his eyes by bending lightly over the metal bar, still gently smiling, to make sure he agreed sincerely to your dinner proposal. You tried to make all his worries fade. He gazed at you, imprinting your smile on his mind, relaxing every muscle of his body that was all stiff. He nodded and offered you a faint smile, ears reddening as he blushed.

The room where the hotel’s restaurant was spacious and lightful. You wore another sundress, longer this time, but still fluid and light. It was a perfect fit considering the hot evenings, even if the sea cooled the air. You were waiting for Ijichi, silently admiring the decorum, playing with the waterlilies they put on the table. Surely, waterlilies didn’t grow in this area, but it was still a thoughtful touch of color on the dark tablecloth.

You heard someone clear his throat, making your eyes meet the source of the noise. Ijichi was there, a blushing mess, as he looked at you. He wore a cotton white shirt, with elegant dark pants. He quickly ran a hand to fix his hair as a sort of stress relief before sitting down to face you.

“You are beaut—”

“You look so nice Ijichi!” You cut him unintentionally. “Oh, sorry, I got excited. It’s nice seeing you, I love your outfit, you look so elegant!”

He blushed even more. “Thank you, Y/n, you too look amazing. This dress is beautiful… And of course, uh, you are too… Not only the dress…”

He was clumsy with his words too.

“Thank you! You’re so nice. By the way, I already ordered a drink and appetizers for us,” you smiled at him again, and he smiled back at you, delivered with the awkward situation of ordering the first dish. He probably got used to the idea of having you around during the few hours you spent apart.

You both chatted light-heartedly during the whole dinner. Eventually, Ijichi relaxed even more the more he drank and it was really great for you to see his guard being shattered slowly. He started to open up to you about his work that seemed quite dangerous, or at least his co-worker Sir Gojo was making a nightmare out of it. He was an intelligent man, with a lot of bad luck, you figured. He wasn’t as bad looking as expected, and you even found charm in his features. He was quite meager, as he had sunken cheeks, but in result his hands were delicate, almost feminine. His glasses didn’t fit him, at all, they aged him tremendously and blurred his eyes.

“Can you take them off? I want to see you without them!” You cheerfully asked, when you reached the desert.

He smiled, mind a bit fuzzy by the alcohol, but he didn’t mind. He took his glasses off, only to try to clean them to give them to you.

To your surprise, he had beautiful eyes. They were shaped like almonds, and the pupils were almost black, surrounded by long lashes. He tried to escape your intense study of his eyes by looking away, blushing again at the realization of what he felt like he had stripped in front of you.

“Have you ever considered wearing contact lenses?” You asked, giving him back his glasses. “You have beautiful eyes.”

He scratched the back of his head, after putting them back on his nose. He felt whole again.

“No, I’m used to them. Also, I’m quite clumsy, so I would end up tearing my eye out!” He laughed.

He focused back to you, hearing you talk about your studies and your work. There were very few clients you felt comfortable with to talk about your work, as you were mainly hired to be someone's beauty stooge, and eventually to have sex with them if the pay was enough. You thought, as Ijichi was a morally right type of person, he would look down on you and your work. But he showed deep attention to your story and concluded that he hoped you were safe and consenting to all your extra-activities.

“Be careful, you’ve got some—,” he said, approaching his hand to your face, wiping up the crumbs around your mouth.

You found his gesture delicate. “Thank you, Ijichi.”

--

You spent the whole next day at the beach, alternating between sun-bathing, sea-bathing, and reading under a sunshade. You asked Ijichi to spread sunscreen on your back, and he did, barely hovering your bare skin, almost embarrassed to touch you with his clammy hands. He also looked away when you put the sun-screen on your legs, caring not to bring unwanted fantasies to his mind. A few days passed on like this; you went on walks, or went shopping, visited the island. In the end, you enjoyed your time more and more with Ijichi, who was just a sweet man, yet still clumsy and sometimes self-conscious. But you found it cute.

After some time of quick glances, you remarked that Ijichi was regularly rolling his shoulders, and trying to massage them. He cracked his neck a few times a day, getting relief out of this. One day, after seeing him crack his bones for the third time, you rose from your sun-lounger to grab him by the shoulders. He let out a little cry of surprise, not used to being touched so suddenly.

“Oh god Ijichi! You’re so tense! Of course you don’t feel at ease when your shoulders are made of concrete like that!”

“I..-I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, I should have paid more attention! I’ll give you a massage after your nightly shower, so that all your muscles will already be a bit more relaxed, is that okay with you?”

You looked so concerned he couldn’t refuse. “Y-Yes! If you don’t mind…”

“Don’t be silly, I’m at your service! And I enjoy giving massages,” you smiled at him.

The evening was really nice, and you discovered a new restaurant in the area surrounding the hotel that served delicious food. You both felt a bit tired, after spending a day under the sun, and the cocktails you were sipping surely didn’t help that state of fatigue. When you saw Ijichi trying to hide his yawn to you, you knew you had to go back to your room to honour that promise.

You asked him to go back to the hotel, and he agreed almost immediately. He needed to take a shower to rinse off sunscreen and sweat he amassed during the day. Plus, that massage had been on the back of his mind a lot. There were reasons for that; the first one was that he didn’t get a massage since that coupon Nanami gave him to celebrate his graduation a few years ago. The second was that it was you who were going to lay your hands on that body he didn’t quite like. He was halfly embarrassed that you could judge his small frame, but he realized that you already had seen him in his bathing suit for the last few days so it wasn’t anything new to you. He was more than happy that you were going to give him a massage, because now he trusted you, so he looked forward to it.

Ijichi heard light knocks at his door and opened to you. He didn’t quite see you as he took off his glasses to shower, but he guessed you wore satin pyjamas and he smelled soap when you entered the room. His hair was still damp and he took care to wear boxers under the white towel circling his hips.

You were quick to settle a clean towel on his bed, not really paying attention to the man seeing you run through his room.

“Lay down on the bed! I brought essential oils, and another towel so you won’t mess up the sheets.”

He obeyed, vaguely seeing the shape of the towel on his bed, and laid on his stomach once he found the fabric. “Like this?” He asked.

“Yes, perfect! Put your head in your arms.”

You poured one of the essential oils to warm it up in your hands. It smelled so nice. You put the towel at the center of the bed, making you step on the sheets too. The bed bent gently under your weight, and Ijichi guessed you were on his right side.

“I’m going to rub your shoulders. Tell me if you want me to add more pressure or not.” You experimentally applied your fingers to his shoulder, barely adding pressure to his skin in case he didn’t like it rough. You rolled your thumbs on his stiff muscles, feeling how tense he was.

“Damn, you’re hard as a rock,” you sighed with a smile. You realized the double meaning of that sentence. “I mean, your shoulders are.” Nothing more, yet.

You continued to rub your fingers onto his skin, pressing on what felt more painful, rolling the little bundles of nerves to get rid of it. You felt Ijichi both tense and relaxed at the same time. “Are you okay?” You asked, a bit preoccupied by his reactions.

“Yes, I’m just really, really tense, I guess.” Metaphorically?

You continued, using more of the oil to press your thumbs on his sore neck. You heard him sigh pleasantly, as if it was the first time of the massage session that wasn’t painful. You kneaded the skin more, trying to get this reaction again. You used less force back on his shoulders, not trying to become a physiotherapist, yet still caring about his stiff muscles. Ijichi squirmed again under your fingers. This will not work out. You decided to move on to pay more attention to his back, still wet from the shower. The dim light on his pale skin made his body gracious. All your attention was grasped by every reaction of the man, trying to be delicate on his back.

Ijichi was trying his best to focus on the feeling of your fingers on his body, but the whole situation shifted when he felt your hands on the small of his back. He was really sensitive there, and it immediately tickled him. “Ah!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it surprised me.”

You added more oil to your hands before putting them back to massage around his spine, almost counting every vertebra. Ijichi felt relaxed everywhere your hot silky palms touched, but wasn’t quite at ease. It was difficult to focus for him as he was more and more aware of the situation, which didn’t bother him when he pictured the massage, but now flooded his mind. You, a beautiful young woman, was touching his bare skin with oily hands. He realized how much touch deprived he was, as something as innocent as that tickled him downwards, in the most embarrassing way. It felt worse, when he imagined how you could look, your small delicate hands rubbing his skin, your hair falling in front of your eyes as you were deeply focused on making him feel good. He gulped, trying to ignore his awkward teenager boner he started to feel between his legs, thinking about unsexy things like Gojo, or an ugly curse.

He shifted his hips, trying to feel more at ease with his growing situation below. But he underestimated your awareness of the effect you had on him. You knew exactly what was happening.

“Does that feel good, Ijichi?”

The tone you used, dropped by an octave, made the air thicker. “Yes,” he answered, breathless. It was impossible to keep his attention, he needed to stop this before it became worse.

“Do you want me to keep going further?” You asked him softly with the same raspy voice, directly to his ear.

He felt a shiver through all his body, now fully aware of the harmless massage becoming a much more erotic one. His mouth felt incredibly dry, as he already gulped earlier.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Oh, I think you know. Why don’t you turn around so I can take really good care of you?”

“I don’t want to for-”

“You’re not forcing me Ijichi. Please turn around.”

You withdrew your hands from his back so he could do as you asked. He slowly moved his hips, turning carefully on his elbows and on his back. You could now almost see the outlines of his bulge through the white towel, and it was the reason why his face was red with terror and embarrassment. “Look what we have here.” You licked your lips, eager to see more of the man and persuade him to let you use your skilled hands on the most pleasurable parts of his body.

“It would be a shame not to be watched properly while doing my job. I’ll get your glasses.”

You quickly stepped out of the bed, going to the bathroom to pick his pair of glasses. You took the opportunity to get rid of your pyjamas and put them at the end of the bed, not really taking care of where they ended up. You wore an electric blue lingerie set that fitted perfectly your curves and never failed to make you desirable.

“There you go,” you handed him his glasses.

His hands were slightly shaking and you guessed his hands were clammy again, but he managed to put them on his nose, blinking twice while looking at you.

“Did I… miss something?” He asked innocently, seeing your almost-naked form.

“Ijichi. Don’t play dumb on me. Make yourself comfortable,” you climbed back on the bed, fully displaying your cleavage to his eyes, “now let me see what we got there.”

He couldn’t deny that it has been a long time since he hadn’t been touched by a woman. So when he felt your fingers brush against his erection covered under layers of clothings, he felt like a virgin again. If his cock wasn’t fully hard before, it surely was now, as his imagination flooded his mind with anticipating flashes of what could come next. It eventually became real as you gazed at him with dark eyes, as you ran your hand up and down on his shaft.

“Are you sure?” His voice was almost a whisper.

“May I?” You offered as an answer.

He nodded grudgingly, ashamed of indulging so fast into his carnal desires because of you. But how could he refuse? You unfolded the towel slowly, to put it aside on the bed. You discovered his dark boxers containing his hard cock slightly throbbing under the weight of your gaze. He seemed to be well endowed, not as thick as you wished, but he was at least big. You tried to work with that, and brought your hand to his covered dick, taking time to touch it gently. He reacted just as you expected, sighing almost too loud, as he finally got more friction on his aching hard member. You took better hold on his cock, grabbing it fully into your hand to pump it impossibly slowly. You could already see a patch of precum wetting the dark fabric, as you continued to slowly jerk him into his boxers.

“Does that feel good? Talk to me Ijichi,” you purred.

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

He finally yielded in his desire — you taking care of his pleasure, while doing absolutely nothing. You felt his cock twitch slightly in your hands, while he let out a content sigh responding to your ministrations. You offered him a cheeky smile, while finally curling your fingers on the elastic of his boxers, silencely asking for permission to remove the last piece of clothing. But he requested that you didn't stop, so you didn’t bother to unroll the boxers to his ankles, tossing them aside on the towel.

You could now have a perfect view on his cock, long as you expected, head already painfully almost as red as his face. Its head was also oozing precum, which made your mouth water. He did have a pretty cock, with a little dark body hair at the base and on his balls, but it wasn’t inconvenient. You delicately circled your fingers on its tip, spreading the wetness of it to slowly drop down to its base. You heard his broken whimper, as you started to really pump his cock and he could finally get that sweet friction he hoped to get. Your pace was purposely sluggish, soft as a feather, as you wanted him to last longer.

“Faster, please,” he voiced between sighs, as one of his hands fisted the sheets underneath him.

You followed his request, and picked up the speed of your hot hand on his cock. Your other hand caressed his inner thigh, rubbing circles on the sensitive skin, patiently getting closer to his groin. You felt him shiver followed by a small moan when your hand found his balls, cupping them gently.

“Ah, f-fuck.”

“Do you want me to suck it, Ijichi?”

His heart skipped a beat, hearing your mouth full of those words. He blushed and felt sweat rolling down his temples, looking at you with desperate eyes. “Please, yes, if you don’t mind.”

“It’ll be my pleasure. You have a really beautiful cock, you know that?”

You guessed that praising him was going to get him even closer to his end, but it didn’t matter. Seeing his eyes flutter at the compliment was worthy enough. You brought your face closer to his pelvis to wrap your wet lips around his cockhead, tasting his salty arousal on your tongue. He moaned loudly, fisting the sheets tighter, while you licked a long stripe from his balls to his tip, only to take him back fully into your mouth. Your fingers were still gently massaging his balls, while you jerked slowly the rest of his dick that didn’t fit into your mouth. You bobbed your head around him, setting a gentle pace, so you could focus on the movements of your tongue on his shaft, rolling around it.

“Oh yes—oh fuck,” you heard him moan. He had the sweetest reactions and was surprisingly vocal.

His hips moved on their own, thrusting into your mouth without a warning. “Sorry!” He immediately apologized. As an answer, you opened your jaw more to take him deeper into your mouth, almost gagging around his cock. You could feel the veins of it and the little uncontrollable throbs on your tongue. His eyes got big, seeing you engulf his whole shaft into your lips, as a sinful moan leaved his mouth. You bobbed your head around him a few times before releasing the throbbing member, only to take some time to lick his balls, jerking his wet cock in your other hand.

“You can cum in my mouth. And please, make as much noise as you want, your moans are delicious,” you smiled, lapping at his tip once you were done with his balls, looking at his hazy eyes.

He settled on his elbows, trying to get more of the absolutely erotic sight he had the chance to assist, getting completely carried away in his lust. This time, he didn’t blush at the compliment, instead he brought one of his hands in your hair, gently caressing your scalp and brushing away some of the hair off your face. He sighed in relief when you tasted him again, opening your mouth and setting a faster rhythm to get him to his orgasm. You tried to maintain eye-contact with him, sweeping your tongue around his shivering cock. His hips thrusted again, but he had more control over them and he knew you could take him fully. The whimpers escaping his lips and knowing you were causing all his reactions were really a turn on to you.

You continued to enthusiastically suck him, especially when you heard him stutter: “I’m v-very close,” while slightly gripping your hair. You hollowed your cheeks, taking more of him, for him to almost reach the back of your throat.

“Ah! Fuck!” he cried, gazing intensely at your wet lips around his cock when he reached his high. You felt his cock twitch on your tongue before his cum filled your mouth. His heart was racing, watching you continue to gently bobbing your head around him to extend his orgasm with small spurts of cum. He heard you swallow his arousal while doing so, and he whined softly at it, letting go of his hand on your hair. Once you felt his cock start to soften, you pulled back your head to face him with a thumb to your lips to wipe off drops of cum you didn’t swallow properly.

He blinked, suddenly coming back to his senses.

“Thank you so much… But I don’t deserve all of this.”

You tilted your head listening to his statement, sitting on your heels. You guessed it was the post-orgasmic sadness men experienced.

“Why not? You’re on holiday and I’m here for you. When will you find the time to let yourself get carried away in sloth and lust?”

He bit his lower lip, trying to find yet another excuse not to feel so guilty of having found such pleasure so easily.

“Then at least, let me take care of you in return,” he offered, sitting properly to face you.

“Alright. But promise me you’ll do the bare minimum, this is not about me.”

You started to get back over him, straddling his hips. He gulped, feeling your hot body close to his crotch, and your lecherous gaze pinned to his eyes.

“Tell me what you want,” he found the courage to ask.

You hovered your fingers over his face, sweeping off some hair that was sticking to his sweaty forehead. Your fingertip didn’t leave his face, softly touching his cheeks, until it reached his lips.

“I want to sit on your pretty face.”

His heart skipped a beat and he swore his hands were clammier now. “O-Okay...”

He didn’t know how to react properly to the compliment, but the idea of having your sex glued to his face was so sinful he might die of shame for agreeing so fast. Usually, work was busying enough for him to move on any sinful thought he could have, but you being around him for the last couple days had awakened deep desires he forgot he had and really tried not to indulge in them.

“I have never… Eaten out a woman in this position...,” he admitted.

You put your hand flat on his chest, pushing him onto the pillows behind his face to settle him comfortably on his back.

“It’s not rocket science, I’ll help you. Just do it as usual.”

You opened your legs more to settle above his shoulders. Your pussy was now level with his face, already slightly wet from hearing his sweet whimpers while you sucked him off. You took his wrists to put his hands on your asscheeks, to help him get used to touching your body with your consent. He seemed mesmerized at the sight of your blue lace in front of his eyes, while his hands finally took a good grasp on your ass.

“Come on, don’t be shy Ijichi,” you brushed again his dark hair out of his eyes, gently petting him.

He used his hands on your ass to bring your pelvis closer to his agape mouth. Once your lower lips connected to his, he sloppily kissed the fabric, and one of his hands rested on your hip. He peppered kisses on your clothed sex, feeling the heat emanating from it and the dampness of the fabric. You quickly brought one of your hands to fully grasp his hair, gently guiding his face to where it felt better. He was surprisingly quick to find your clit, and he lazily dragged his lips and tongue over it, loving how you were slightly trembling under his touch. You started to pant loudly, encouraging him to continue his sweet assault on your pussy, wanting to hear more from you.

“You’re doing so good, it feels really good.”

He dragged his tongue on your panties, having what felt like a proper taste of you when he licked the wet spot on the lace. It sent a shiver through your body.

“Oh my god, please take these off,” you heard yourself speak with an urge. “I want to feel your tongue.”

Taken aback, he still pushed the panties off your hips like you ordered him. You rose your knees from the mattress to help him get rid of the piece of clothing. The cold hair ran through your exposed pussy, glistening with Ijichi’s spit and your arousal. Like a starved man, he immediately put his lips back on your cunt, drinking the wetness from your slit. He hummed at the taste of you, savoring your arousal when he dragged his tongue up to your clit, sucking it between his lips. You moaned out loud and it was the best reward he could have.

“Stick out your tongue, I’m gonna roll my hips,” you warned.

He did as told, offering his pink tongue to your pussy. You moved your pelvis onto his tongue, rolling your hips in different directions to vary the feeling of his wet muscle on your slit and clit. He methodically applied more pressure when he felt your swollen nub on his tongue, earning from you deep moans.

“Just like that,” you encouraged between pants. He continued pressuring your clit whilst you rolled your hips onto his face. Warmth runned through your veins, as Ijichi was willingly pleasuring you solely with his tongue.

You moved your hands onto your body, feeling the sweat and the heat emanate from your skin. When your fingers touched the underside of your breasts, you suddenly felt really too much dressed. You quickly unclasped your bra, throwing it across the room to have fully access to your erected nipples. Rolling them between your fingertips, it sent an electrical jolt through your body that made you whimper loudly. You ground your pelvis with more vigor as the new sensation of your fingers playing with your nipples made you soon realize how close you were to orgasm.

“I’m close,” you heard the loud gasps from the man under you, happy to hear his hard work on your pussy, largely helped by the motions of your hips, was making you feel good. He grasped more forcefully your ass into his hands, bringing your sex closer to his tongue as he was lapping at your juices. He inadvertently put the tip of his tongue into your soaked entrance, which made you shiver and moan. He repeated the movement, adding more vigor to it, as he tried to insert more than just the tip into your pussy, slowly fucking you with his tongue for a while.

Your legs started to tremble, as you were closer than ever to your orgasm. He messily resumed sucking and licking your clit, adapting from hearing your moans the pressure and movements of his tongue to your sex (circles, back and forth, any direction).

You came on his tongue without a warning, moaning at the friction on your pussy and nipples finally reaching that relief you felt approached. For a moment, all your body tensed over Ijichi’s face, unable to control the orgasm. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you knew your essence dripped onto his tongue.

You slowly came back to your senses as you withdrew your hips from his face to make sure you hadn’t killed the man under you. You hovered your legs above his face, to settle next to him on the bed. His cheeks were bright red, chin and face sweaty and full of your essence and his eyes were lost into the ceiling like he was having a divine revelation.

“Are you okay Ijichi?” You spoke gently.

He blinked. “I am more than okay.” It was one of the first times he didn’t stutter nor hesitate with his words. He slowly turned his head to look at you, astonished. His eyes got bigger when he saw you had removed your bra. He brought the back of his hand to wipe off your cum on his face.

You brought your hand to his inner thigh, slowly stroking the sensitive skin close to his half-hard cock. You guessed he felt excited again swallowing your moans and your essence. “Do you want to continue?”

His cock twitched, growing harder.

“You.. Don’t mind?” His brows were knitted, framing his anxious expression.

“Why would I? These holidays aren’t mine. You’re the one in command. So please, relax and let me take care of you.”

Ijichi bit his lower lip while he thought of something to object. But you were right.

“A-Alright...”

“Good! First, let me grab a condom,” you said with enthusiasm as you hovered over him, searching in the nightstand for the rubber. He gulped at the sight of your waving tits in front of his face.

“Can..-Can I touch your breasts?”

You smiled at the innocent request. You straddled him again, sitting on his hips with the plastic wrap in your hand. “Of course. Come on.”

He positioned himself to be more seated in order to fully see and grab your breasts. He barely touched them, like they were made of glass, thumbs caressing the nipples in lazy motions.

“You can suck on them.”

He looked at your face in awe, and immediately brought his wet lips around one of the nipples, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked the nipple audibly, while playing with the opposite one with less reserve than before. He switched between the breasts to give each one the same amount of attention and you moaned at it, seeing the shy man indulge in his lust.

While you straddled him, you felt his cock brush against your inner thigh. You brought one hand between your legs, touching the tip of his cock to slowly rub it against your drenched slit, wetting it. He moaned around your nipple. It felt so good, he was eager to be inside you. You felt his excitement and opened the condom to roll it on his sex while he was still busy with your breasts.

“Are you ready to fuck me, Ijichi?” Your voice was husky and your cunt quivering. You pushed him back for him to lie down again, grounding your soaked pussy onto his cock.

“Fuck-! Yes,” he almost whispered as you brought your face to his neck.

You circled his cock with one hand to align it with your pussy and you slowly sat down on him. You felt him tense, as you took every inch of him inside your fluttering hole. He was quick to put his hands back on your ass, trying to fit more of him inside you while he whimpered at the feeling of your walls engulfing his sex in the most delicious way. You reached for his shoulders to steady yourself onto his cock before slightly moving in slow motions, grinding yourself on him.

“You feel so good…” You told him, starting fucking him at a slow, steady pace. You raised one hand to grab his messy hair, bringing your face closer to his to kiss him for the first time. He tasted like mint toothpaste and yourself. He couldn’t think straight, sloppily kissing you back, happy that you were initiating the kiss he realized he wanted to give you but was too shy to ask.

He squeezed your ass between his hands, as he felt your mouth travel to kiss his neck and jaw, to reach his lobe which you licked softly. He felt a shiver run through his body at the feeling of your tongue on his ear. “Ah!” He squeaked. He was surprised to feel pleasure from his ears, he didn’t know how to react.

“You’re sensitive there.”

“Nobody has… ever licked me there,” he confessed. As he seemed to like it, you continued licking his sensitive skin, loving to hear him whimper at the feeling of your hot tongue on this new spot.

You took the opportunity to raise your hips and fuck yourself a bit faster on his cock, whispering soft praises between pants. His hips tried to meet yours, trying to reach you deeper into your hot sex and you pussy fluttered at his effort. He hissed, feeling your walls tighten around his shaft, squeezing him gently. You started to pepper kisses over his face, before kissing a soft spot on his neck that had his jaw tense and his hands on your rear squeezing your cheeks softly. He was panting hard, echoing your own moans.

“Do you want me to go faster?”

He was quick to nod, almost desperately. You rose from his chest, offering to his eyes the view of your bouncing tits before speeding up the grinding of your hips on his cock. One of his hands leavesed your ass to reach for a breast, groping it firmly in a tight grip. He couldn’t take his eyes off your body and your face, even if he was embarrassed to glance at the place where your pussy takes his whole cock. He allowed himself a quick view of it, only to see his cock drenched in your arousal and your pussy lips stretched by his shaft. He moaned at it, mesmerized at the view. You brought your hand to fondle your other tit, rolling the nipple between your fingers. Your other hands traveled from his shoulder to settle at the apex of your thighs to slowly circle your swollen clit. His eyes were still locked to that place, and seeing you play with yourself, while he was buried impossibly deep inside made him groan. This was so erotic, he’s sure he’ll have wet dreams of it for a while.

Your fingers on your clit felt so good, your pussy clenched at the feeling of the multiple stimulations, it had you moaning without restraint. He echoed your moans, aroused by your sounds. You thought you felt his cock twitch inside you, growing even bigger.

“I’m close -fuck, I wanna feel you more, Kiyotaka!” You panted out loud, starting to fuck yourself abrubtaly on his cock.

Hearing his name made him lose it, and he settled both of his hands on your hips, trying to make you fuck him rougher and deeper. His balls started to tighten as his cock twitched again, overwhelmed at the feeling of your tight and fluttering cunt. “I-I’m close too,” he informed you between ragged breaths.

“Want you to come with me, please!”

Your pace was faster as you fucked yourself vigurously on him, unable to stop your hips so close to your orgasm, still flicking your clit between your fingers.

“Yes! Oh god!” He whined.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming! Ahh-Fuck! Kiyotaka!”

You heard yourself cry as your orgasm hit you, body tensing above his for the second time. You pussy tightened around his aching erection, and he let out a long, unrestrained moan, reaching his own climax. He felt his cock release his cum inside the condom, with quick, uneven spurts, as his toes suddenly curled at the power of the orgasm he just had. You continued to slowly fuck him, milking his cock until the last drop and also allowing yourself to catch your breath, whining. Ijichi moaned out of overstimulation, feeling your pussy clamp down onto his shaft, squeezing it desperately.

You collapsed onto his slender torso, spent, as you did all the work. You didn’t want him not to lift a finger for you, only caring about fucking him for his vacation. He deserved it, and he was a really sweet guy after all.

“That felt so good.”

You rose your hips, slowly pulling out Ijichi’s cock from your quivering cunt.

“Thank you… I really enjoyed it.” He answered, biting his lower lip, looking at you as you delicately removed the condom off his softening dick after sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Do you want me to sleep next to you tonight?” You asked while gazing back at him, knotting the condom to toss it in the bin.

“You don’t have to...You must be exhausted, you did everything… I think we both need a shower. And we’re going to see each other tomorrow. ”

He pouted, watching his body covered with your arousal, his sweat, and massage oil.

You smiled. He was caring. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. We could do that again too, if you’d like to.”

“Why not…” His trip had only three days left.

You stepped out of the bed, searching for your underwear, and put them back on with your satin pyjamas to go back to your room. You left the man on his big bed, legs slightly opened, still looking at the ceiling like what just happened was a dream, except his dick was still wet with the remains of his cum that didn’t leave with the condom.

You got back to your room and undressed right away. You took your phone that was charging on the nightstand to call Gojo Satoru, wedging the phone between your cheek and your shoulder. Until he picked up, you went to turn on the water in the shower.

“Hello?”

“Hi Sir Gojo. Sorry for calling you this late but, do you remember the bet we made, when you hired me?”

“Of course I do,” you heard him grin through the phone. “I bet you wouldn’t fuck Ijichi, and you bet the opposite.

“Well, you’ll have to pay me the extra you promised. I just had sex with him.”

He laughed.

“I’m glad for him. I thought he was a virgin to be honest, you’re very good at your job, I might hire you for myself. How was he, was he good? Did you cum?” You rolled your eyes to the sky as you listened to the personal questions your employer was asking you.

“It’s confidential.”

“Haaaaw so it means you didn’t get to cu-”

“Ask him for yourself. Just add the extra, please.”

“Alright~!” You sighed as you hung up the phone call before throwing the phone randomly on the bed to finally get in a much-needed shower.

[indie-cereal]

uhh ijichi stans come get your man 🙄

[yellowflowerbub]

Treachery (willnotbefinished)

a/n: I've never been a huge fan of having children of my own but I thought of this idea for angst a couple of days ago and just said why not, y'know? This is also a good chance to practice my writing for Ijichi since I've yet to write for him.

a/n2: sorry if the ending seemed a little abrupt. I wokred too hard on this and went into a writers block but I needed to get some content out or my page would be too dry 

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): Ijichi x Fem!Reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): Reader has a child (toddler 3-5), Angst, Argument between characters

"How would you like to be the father of my child?"

The clearest memory he had of you was the first time he'd officially met you. Of course he'd been warned- informed of your interesting nature but he hadn't expected that to be one of the first things you'd ask him upon your meeting.

He violently shook his head, embarrassment taking the shape of a light pink on his cheeks, "I couldn't possibly do that! You don't even know me and I have little to no experience with children," He glances down at the small child clutching the side of your pants, "Of that age."

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Pushing the stroller down the store's isles would've been easier if there were only a child in it. Instead, it was attached to a cart with various toddler necessities including the toddler themselves who shouldn't have been inside of the cart in the first place. Though the child smiled at him he couldn't help but frown.

"Hey. Cheer up, alright. I know I said we'd leave soon but I really do need to get all this stuff." You reassure him.

Ijichi turns his head your direction, not looking directly at you, "That's not a problem. I don't exactly mind being in this store with you, it's just this cart is um- a little heavy." He gives a particularly hard push to turn the corner from a wheel spinning in the wrong direction.

You laugh, lightly hitting his shoulder with the back of your hand. "Sorry, guess we got unlucky with our cart but I'm sure you can pull through. Don't you work out at all?"

He turns his head back to the cart, suddenly finding the label of pull-ups strangely interesting, "S-sometimes of course but nothing too... intense. I go bike riding from time to time if that counts?"

"Really?"

"Yes?"

"Sorry, I just can't really picture you being active." You snicker, "You just don't look like it at first but now I can definitely see it. Like bulky helmets and knee pads too. Maybe even a bell."

"I don't see what's so funny about me taking precautions when doing something dangerous." He states, rolling his eyes.

"You think riding a city bike on the sidewalk is dangerous?"

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Ijichi sat on the soft couch with his legs glued together and his back unreasonably straight. His butt sank into the couch making it harder to maintain his posture. If it wasn't already obvious how deeply uncomfortable he was, his forehead broke into a cold sweat and his mouth tugged upwards into a thin line. His proper demeanor was really emphasized and a lot more evident than normal.

"Is something wrong? I promise I won't force you to stay if you don't want to. Your shift is over." You worry, walking towards the man and setting a cup of water on the coffee table in front of you.

"No, no! Not at all! I have nowhere to be really. I would've just been laying at home by myself anyways. What makes you think that?" Ijichi manages to say whilst mentally scolding himself for over sharing.

"I'd say your whole," You circle your hand around in his general area, "stance that you've got going here. I mean, who sits on a couch like that?"

Letting his back slouch, he looks over to you, "Is it bad that I sit like this?"

"Not necessarily."

"..."

"Besides that, Bubba's sleeping now or at least they should be. They've been fighting to stay up past eight lately."

Ijichi smiles softly, "That's good I'm glad to hear that." 

You return the smile and take a seat next to him, making the couch sink slightly. He stiffens, although having already been stiff, and involuntarily leans towards you; his balance now off. You crane your neck to gaze at the man, studying his appearance. Your eyes land on his hair, usually a calm bedhead in a barely noticeable middle part but today it looked neat. Or shiny per say, had he put grease in it, maybe? You almost fixed your mouth to compliment him but he suddenly spoke.

“W-was there something you needed my help with?” He asks,  “A-and correct m-me if I’m wrong but it didn’t seem like you needed help with your child. You were already putting them down for bed when I got here.” 

“No, no. You’re right.” You admit. “I’d actually called you here to ask you something if that’s fine with you.” 

“Yes, of course. Ask away.” 

“Did anyone tell you about... why you’re actually here? For this job I mean.”

Ijichi’s shoulders rise and fall, somehow relieved your question is work related. “Yes. I’m here to take care of your child while you go off on temporary missions.”

“Yes, exactly. What I do believe they haven’t informed you of is the fact that you’ve been training all this time. For the real deal. In about a couple weeks from now, I’ll be going on a long term mission. It’ll be just like today. I’ll put Bubba down for bed but I leave for a flight right after.” You explain. Ijichi’s brows furrow as you talk, not out of confusion but of how much he understood what was being told to him.

“So you want me to babysit while you're gone. How long do you plan on being out for the mission?”

“Unfortunately, that’s not up to me. It depends on how well the curses hide.”

Concern begins to take shape on his face, “What level are the curses?”

“I-I don’t know. They don’t know. The highest level is thought to be a special grad-”

“A SPECIAL GRADE!” Ijichi yells. You quickly shush him, gesturing to your child’s bedroom.

“I’m sorry but do you see how outrageous and dangerous that is. You are a second grade sorcerer and you aren’t invincible.” He reasons as he turns his body to face yours.

“You know how the higher ups are about moving sorcerers up the ladder, Ijichi. I’m sure I rank at least a first grade if not a special.” You reason although it didn’t seem like he was actually listening.

“Y-yes, I do know but we both know that even special grade sorcerers d-die from curses all the time and way more than normal lately.”

“Which is exactly why they need me, Ijichi. Innocent people will die if I don’t.”

“And what if you d-die?” He asks as he scoots closer toward you. “You might think you’re being considerate a-a-and empathetic but your being m-more selfish than those higher ups.” 

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Although Ijichi verbally fought with you, the stubbornness within you never went away. Despite him being drastically concerned, he didn’t wish to over step his boundaries more than he already had. The relationship between the two of you was and always has been employee to boss with him being the employee and that fact he was well aware of.

Just as you said, you left for a flight around a month later. 

[ohnococo]

Jujutsu Kaisen Character Nudes/Lewds Headcanons

Thoughts for Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Yaga, and Ijichi under the cut - NSFW!

Gojo: This man takes nudes like they’re a scene kid selfie. Like extreme angle from above so you mostly see his hair and blue ass creepy ass eyes and then he’s holding his dick in the background. Will also send a nude of his balls from the back while he looks over his shoulder. He’s got a nice sack and he’s not humble about it at all smh. He will also absolutely follow up a 2 am “you up?” Text with a pic of him making a sad puppy dog face with his hard cock against his bare stomach like “hellllp :’(“ He also responds to your nudes with short vids of him jerking off, and please make sure your sound is off and you aren’t connected to any speakers or anything because 100% of Gojo’s lewd vids have FULL sound and this man is LOUD.

Nanami: You got Nanami to send you nudes? Damn, he’s got it a lil bad for you then... but you’re not going to see his face, watch, or any identifiable features at all. In fact, he’ll take them all at the gym he attends because the background is plain as well. He’s unfortunately unadventurous with his nudes too. They’ll just be a pic from the shoulders down, hard cock angled up against his stomach by his fingers wrapped loosely around the base.

Geto: The first thing you notice when you get nudes from Geto? Pure mood lighting baby. Heavy shadows, slightly disinterested bedroom eyes, moonlight hitting his hipbones just right, oh yeah and that beautiful cock dripping precum. Geto’s nudes are art. Erotic art. If he really likes you he’ll send you a little vid of him jerking off nice and slow in the bath, running his hands over his body as he teases himself too. No sound though, never sound. You only get to hear that voice in real life, or if you want him to talk you through how he wants you to make yourself cum while touching yourself.

Toji: The most simple and straightforward ‘gym selfie’ type of nudes. He’ll stand in front of a mirror and you think he might be flexing a little (he isn’t) but also he has no pants on and his fat cock is hanging there. Not even hard. He knows he’s impressive without trying so that’s the effort you’re gonna get. You’ll also get the odd pic of him gripping his hard cock through some sweatpants too. He prefers FaceTiming for things like this though, then he’ll tell you exactly what he wants to see and show you how good his hands look stroking his cock.

Choso: When you explain selfies and nudes to him he doesn’t really get the hang of them... but luckily he’s more than happy to pose nude for you while you take all of the pictures you want for your collection. Otherwise you get sleepy eyed and slightly blurry selfies of him naked in bed. They’re actually oddly sweet and intimate for all of their clumsiness. He’s sending you the first picture he takes, no insecurities present. It’s just him, his body, for you.

Yaga: I’m so sorry to daddy Yaga... but this man sends boomer nudes. Taken with his phone 3 inches below his dick and probably with the flash on so all you see is a giant brightly light hog, and then also up his nostrils in the background smh. You’ll also get one of him holding his dick like he’s presenting a remote or something. It’s a beautiful thick n juicy cock, sure, but bless him he does NOT know anything about angles.

Ijichi: You want him to send you something like that? Are you sure? He’s hesitant, until you send him nudes of your own. Then he wants to return the favor because, God you letting him see your body like that makes him happy. Hopefully his will make you happy too? The first ones you get he looks so unsure, like he’s folding in on himself, nervous enough he couldn’t even stay fully hard while he took the pictures in his bathroom mirror. Praise this man, please praise him. He needs it more than anything and once you do? His day is made. Give him a week and he’ll be sending you pics of his cum covered stomach captioned “Thanks to you~”

[mrskurono]

So I have to make a confession.. I totally simp for Ijichi from jjk ;; and after reading one of your hc's where you said he (in a adorable way) has a small dick I fell for him even harder 😭

I imagine him being SUCH a momma's boy, he could easily rival Choso or even Nori... I'm sorry but I totally see him as more of a calm baby? Like he's so good and obedient, all he want's to do is to nurse from mama and have his cock played with 🥺

Just like I have a soft spot for Uraume (thanks to you guys) I will not lie I also have a soft spot for Ijichi (but in less of a mean dom way I swear!)

Ijichi with his small dick always worries about upsetting you bc he “falls short” but the only way to soothe him is to cradle his head in your lap and let him have a field day sucking on your breasts! Of course after a long stressful day dealing with Gojo poor baby really just wants to be taken care of. And nothing takes better care of Ijichi than when you praise him and let him nurse while you edge his cute little cock. Telling him the longer he can hold out the bigger he’ll grow for sure. But it never lasts long when you end up with his cum all naughty and dirty over your fingers and he’s moaning an apology against your breast <3

[i-am-distressed]

JJK Boys and their wedding song

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Yuta, Inumaki, Noritoshi, Mechamaru, Todo, Nanami, Ijichi, and Toji

**These are just songs I can see playing at their wedding, I would recommend looking some of these up cause some are older, but they're really cute🥺**

PT.2

Fushiguro Megumi:

Blessings by Florida Georgia Line

Itadori Yuji:

Islands In the Stream by Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers

Okkotsu Yuta:

POV by Ariana Grande

Inumaki Toge:

Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado(I will not be taking criticism for this✌😘)

Kamo Noritoshi:

She's Always a Woman by Billy Joel

Mechamaru (Muta Kokichi):

Speechless by Dan + Shay

Todo Aoi:

Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley

Nanami Kento:

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Ijichi Kiyotaka:

C’mon by Panic! At The Disco

Fushiguro Toji:

Something I Need by One Republic

[lavenderwriting]

꧁༺ʝʊʝʊȶֆʊ ӄǟɨֆɛռ༻꧂

𓇣 Toji Fushiguro

༻ Feed me (one shot)

༻ Birthday Boy (one shot)

༻ JJK man on valentine's day (headcanon)

𓇣 Kento Nanami

༻ After Hours (one shot)

༻ JJK man on valentine's day (headcanon)

𓇣 Choso Kamo

༻ JJK man on valentine's day (headcanon)

𓇣 Gojo Satoru

༻ JJK man on valentine's day (headcanon) ༻ Scream for me (one shot)

𓇣 Ijichi Kiyotaka

[angry-geese]

Hello! I saw you requests were open, if they aren't you can totally ignore this! :)

I was wondering a platonic scenario with a fem! Reader with Nanami and Ijichi. (If it's too difficult for ijichi just Nanami) the reader enters the jujutsu high because she wants to be just like ijichi, an assistant or secretary, like wants to be in the jujutsu world but not exactly in the spotlight or is against fighting (?) She admires both of them a lot, how they have infinite patience and almost seeing them as a parental figure.

(I imagine this case being similar to Ino's)

I wanna see the reactions of them when the reader one day ask for permission to fight, and turns out they were a special grade sorcerer lol

Sorry for mistakes! English isn't my first lenguage.

thank you in advance ♡

Of course <3

Platonic Nanami Kento x Reader, plus some platonic Ijichi x Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence. Minor blood and injury. Reader pulls a Yuuta in this (it'll make sense if you've read chapter 172 skhdkdhd), fem!reader

a/n: I don't go into detail about the reader's cursed technique but it's implied she can use a reversed cursed technique. Most of this was edited on mobile so apologies for any formatting errors! <3

Word count: just under 3.6k :)

Jjk masterlist

It takes you a moment to register that the ringing you hear is your phone, not your alarm.

You sit up and squint. No light comes in through the cracks in your curtains. The alarm clock on your side table reads 5:30. Another thirty minutes before it's supposed to go off. There's no caller ID. So you turn your phone to silent and close your eyes. Nearly ten minutes pass as you wait for sleep, yet it never comes. Your mother always asks you what it's like living in Tokyo. It's such a dangerous city, she'd say. Not a good place for young women on their own. You'd remind her that cities are the same everywhere, and that Tokyo is nothing new. You lie in bed for as long as possible, wishing for the day to not start. But you can only lay there as the sun drags you into this dreaded day.

You put the kettle on to boil. There's a knock at the door.

Nanami.

He stands with his umbrella held open. His hair is wet, much like he was caught in a downpour. The outside air has a stale feeling to it, signaling more rain. The light from your porch casts harsh shadows across Nanami's face, making him look much more stern than he really is.

“I called, but you didn't answer.” He says.

"I'm sorry," you say, "if I had known you were going to stop by, I would have gotten dressed."

"There's no need to apologize," he says. "If I wasn't in the area, I would have given you more warning before stopping by. I’ve been assigned a job in Hokkaido, to exorcize a grade two curse that’s been discovered there. I figured I'd stop by before heading to the train station.”

You watch as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. He looks as if he’s about to ask to come in, but decides against it at the last second.

“Would you like some coffee?” You ask. “I just put the water on to boil.”

“That sounds nice,” he says with a nod.

You gather two mugs from your cabinet. You're out of creamer, but there's a can of sweetened condensed milk in your cupboard. You make a mental list of some things to pick up at the supermarket today: rice vinegar, milk, flour. Nanami takes his coffee plain—you remember that. You fill each cup with the thin, dark liquid, leaving some room in yours.

"I got this new bread—from the bakery down the street, if you'd like some. It's cinnamon, and hazelnut." You say. "Supposedly the nuts were imported from the US. I don't know if I believe that, though. Have you ever been there, Nanamin?"

"A few times," he says, taking a sip of his coffee.

He refuses to elaborate further. Your attempt at idle small talk has fallen flat on it's face.

"Have any civilians come across it?" You ask. “This cursed spirit, I mean.”

He nods. "That's how it was discovered—a fisherman reported strange lights and noises coming from an abandoned building, yet was too frightened to investigate. Another sorcerer was dispatched, but was unsuccessful in exorcizing it."

“Any casualties?”

“Yes.” He says. He speaks clinically, and coldly. It's the same tone he always takes on when speaking about work. “A group of teenagers snuck into the building. One survived, and is still in critical condition. The other died on the way to the hospital. At the moment, it's being covered as a gas leak, and the public is advised against going near it. This curse supposedly isn't very tough, but it's intelligent, and is proving to be a problem for anyone who comes across it.”

In one swig, he drains the last of his coffee. You move to pour him another. The slice of bread in front of him remains untouched. Yours is in the same state. You pick at the crust, but can't bring yourself to take a bite.

“Can I come with you?” You ask, suddenly.

Nanami recoils. Though whether this is from shock, or something else entirely, you can't tell. You like to think of yourself as good at reading people. A sorcerer has to be. In your line of work, that can be the difference between life or death. But Nanami Kento has always stumped you, and you’ve never been able to figure out why. He’s straightforward in everything he does. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to communicate that. There's never been an ulterior motive to his actions. Yet you often find yourself confused as to what he may be thinking.

“It's your day off, are you sure you want to go?" he says, finally. “You likely won't be receiving any pay for this. And it's an overnight trip, meaning we’re staying at a hotel up there."

You nod. "I could use the practice. I'm getting rusty doing all this manager training."

Nanami sighs. Whether with exasperation, or something else, you can't tell. "As long as you're not overworking yourself. Ijichi is already at the hotel. He’ll fill us in on the rest of the information when we arrive there.”

It doesn't take you all that long to get ready on a normal day, and today is no exception to that. Alongside your purse, you gather an overnight bag of clothes, and some travel-sized toiletries. You wouldn't dare use hotel shampoo on your hair. Most of this is already put together, as in your earlier days in this job you saw plenty of overnight trips. When you’re going to be leaving for a different city at a moment's notice, things like this are a lifesaver.

You arrive at the train station with roughly five minutes to spare. Less time than Nanami would prefer to have, but still on time. With him, if he’s not fifteen minutes early to an event, he considers himself late. As you started your career at Jujutsu Tech, training under him, that took you longer to figure out than you'd like to admit. Nanami would always get so agitated if you showed up with five minutes to spare. In the few minutes it takes you to purchase a ticket, the train has shown up.

A train ride from Tokyo to Hokkaido runs just about four hours. If you were to go by plane, it would take a little under two. It's just after one by the time you arrive in Hokkaido, and exactly fifteen minutes after that, you’re at your hotel.

There's not much time to rest, as there’s a knock at the door once you finally sit down. Ijichi. He greets you with a nod. His hands are folded neatly in front of him.

“I’ll explain on the way.” He says.

You take that as your cue to gather your things, and step out into the hall.

“We’re looking at a semi grade one curse,” Ijichi says. “Originally it was classed as a grade two, but the higher ups have since changed their rating. It's physical strength is only that of a grade two, but it's intelligent enough that it's managed to evade all other attempts of exorcize it.”

So that's why they called in Nanami.

You wish you had time to pick up lunch before work, but coffee will have to do. Knowing Nanami, he’ll want to check out a restaurant afterwards. He always does when you’re on out-of-town jobs like this.

“Currently, we have the building closed to the public.” Continues Ijichi. “On public records, it's a gas leak. Civilians are being advised to stay away while ‘repairs’ are being made.”

“What was the building used for originally?” You ask. “Was it a school?”

Ijichi shakes his head. “It was last used as a convenience store. Before that, a bakery. But it's been abandoned since the nineties.”

“What about the land?” Asks Nanami. “Any burial grounds nearby?”

“Up until the sixties, the land was nothing more than an empty field.” Ijichi says. “There's no records of any burials taking place nearby. The area itself holds little religious significance.”

There's a blast of humid air as you step out onto the sidewalk. The air has a stale feeling to it, as if it’ll rain soon. The day is setting out to be warm and muggy.

He leads you to a black car. The windows are tinted to the point that seeing inside is impossible. Nanami takes the passenger seat, leaving you to sit in the back. You complain loudly, but he silences you with a glare.

“Are there records of any deaths in the building?” You ask.

Again, Ijichi shakes his head. You frown.

The lack of records doesn't mean much. A death could have occured on the property, and have been covered up. Such a thing isn’t unheard of. If the death was violent enough, it creates the perfect conditions to grow a curse. Especially if the deceased doesn't get a proper burial.

The curse you’re dealing with must be young.

The drive is only about fifteen minutes, and the remaining part of the ride is silent. Slowly the buildings begin to thin out, leaving you in a sparsely populated part of town. The road is rough here. At some point in time it starts raining.

Ijichi opens the car door for you, and you step out. The air smells heavily of rain.

The building itself is in good shape, considering its age, and lack of maintenance. There's yellow tape across the front door. Plenty of warning signs are laid about. Not that it stops everyone from entering.

“Just… stay behind me,” Nanami says. “No wandering off. No rushing into danger. No needlessly throwing yourself into the middle of a fight.”

“Those last two are the exact same thing,” you say.

He glares back at you.

“I'll be alright,” you say, smiling weakly. “I had the best teacher after all!”

Nanami narrows his eyes. “Gojo?”

He only looks more confused when you laugh.

The smell is the first thing to hit you. The sickeningly sweet smell of decay, barely masked by the scent of wood rot, and residuals. The inside of the building has been gutted. No furniture remains. Much of the wall panels have been stripped away, revealing pipes and wiring. The beady eyes of a rat glint at you from the corner of the room. It quickly scurries away as you step closer. Glass crunches underfoot as you approach the counter. The cash register remains, but is rusted, and empty. Among the things left behind are an open sign, a single table, and a vending machine. Many of the tiles are water damaged, and warped.

“See anything?” You ask.

“No.” Nanami says. “It may be too early in the day for this curse to come out. We’ll have better luck once the sun begins to set.”

The door to the basement is chained, and padlocked. The smell grows much stronger the closer you are to it.

A pair of bolt cutters would fix that chain right quick. The lock is pretty rusty too, you doubt it would be very difficult to just break it off- maybe with a rock or something.

"I'm guessing that lock is there for a reason," Nanami says.

Of the talents you’ve picked up at Jujutsu Tech, getting into places where you’re not supposed to be is one of them. From your hair, you sacrifice two bobby pins. You wedge the two bent pins into the lock. It takes a bit of fumbling. The angle it's at makes this a lot more difficult than it needs to be. The padlock comes free with a pop!

Nanami gives you a look that can be read as both pride and disappointment. As you step between him and the doorframe, he blocks your way with his arm. "You're a manager," he says. "It's best if you assist from the sidelines. There's no need for you to take on this fight."

There's a few inches of standing water in the basement. You only realize this as you reach the bottom of the stairs, and step directly in it. You grimace at the feeling of water soaking through your shoes. It's too dark to get a good view of it, but you’re certain that water isn't clear.

The water ripples as a set of eyes fall on you. They’re set low in the water, making it appear much deeper than it really is. The stench of decay hangs so heavy in the air that it chokes you. They sit above the water for a moment, before disappearing below it.

Nanami is quick to draw his blade, holding it close to his body. The air grows heavy with the sudden swell of his cursed energy.

“Someone’s died here.” You say quietly. Recently.

That's when a set of hands reaches out and pulls you into the barrier.

This room looks identical to the last, except it's mirrored, and there's more water damage on the ceiling. It looks as if this place was submerged entirely at one point. The bitter smell of cursed energy is hardly noticeable over the smell of wood rot. Somewhere in the dark, the sound of something dripping is audible.

A cold feeling crawls up your spine. As something else enters the barrier behind you, the feeling of cursed energy becomes immense. The water around your ankles turns black in color, and rises slightly.

The curse itself is rather skeletal in nature. Long, stringy hair hangs in its face. In the dark, it's nearly impossible to get a good look at it, but you’re certain that’s a few arms too many. When it stands on its hind legs, there's no way it's less than twelve feet tall. It has to duck, or else it's head hits the ceiling. Both sets of its eyes fall on you.

Its arm comes down hard to the left, hitting the ground with enough force to crack it. Foul smelling water splatters across the room. The dark color of it is much more obvious now. It has a strange metallic smell to it.

Something cold and boney wraps around your ankle, invisible under the water, before tugging on it violently. You hit the ground hard, black water splashing all around you. You let that cursed energy flow into your fingertips, gathering in strength. You bring your fist out, catching the curse square in its stomach. It gives way with a crunch! Part of its body is blown away with the force. And it recoils, letting out a screech so terrible that you clamp your hands over your ears. It does little to block out the noise. Momentarily, you're deafened.

This time you’re much less prepared for its attack. A clawed hand comes down hard on your left, and if you hadn't moved back, it would have torn well through your torso. You reinforce your arms with cursed energy, avoiding any major damage, but it still hurts. This curse doesn't appear to be tiring out any time soon. Keeping your limbs reinforced with cursed energy throughout the entirety of a fight isn't impossible, but it's no easy feat. It diverts force away from your attacks, leaving you weaker in that regard. Using your cursed technique risks damaging this building, and in turn, bringing it down all around you.

And as you scramble to your feet, you can't help but wonder what Nanami would do

As you step back, your foot falls through something with a crunch! A ribcage. The rest of the skeleton is not far from it, barely visible above the water, which has risen significantly now, lapping at your ankles. The bones are brittle and bleached, as if they’ve been left in the sun for days.

He would warn you to only use your cursed technique as a last resort. Don't risk bringing the building down.

The cursed energy in the air swells suddenly. The fragments of bone and flesh that were blown away in your initial hit are sticking back to the body, forming a slimy substance. In an instant, the curse is sinking back below the water. The depth of the water doesn't appear to matter to it; as long as there’s standing water, it can sink below it. That's going to be a problem.

Slowly your hearing begins to return. The lack of one sense leaves you uneasy. By sight alone, tracking a curse is no easy feat. It's possible, but tough.

You watch the ripples in the water as they disappear beneath the stairs. The water is up to your knees. You allow more cursed energy to gather in your hands, before bringing them back to your ears, letting that reverse cursed energy to take effect. It feels as if your wounds are being filled with hot wax.

When something else enters the barrier, it feels familiar. It's a human—a sorcerer—not a curse. Nanami.

This time, you’re unable to brace for it. The force of the hit is enough to knock the air from your lungs, sending you back into a wall. Your limbs are refusing to listen to what you’re telling them to do. A sharp pain settles in your chest.

You're definitely getting rusty.

A clawed hand presses against your shoulder, shoving you back into the wall. Little pinpricks of blood form where its nails graze across your skin. Long stringy hair hangs into your face, brushing across your forehead. When the curse opens its mouth, a wave of foul-smelling breath assaults you. Your hands wrap around its wrists in a weak attempt to pry it off.

Switching from using reverse cursed energy, to using your cursed technique has never been easy. Even at your strongest, it was never something you got the hang of. And as you began working as a manager, mastering such a thing was never a priority of yours.

The closest parts of you to this curse are your hands, and your face.

You lean in, press your lips against the curse’s—well, teeth—and blow. It must be unable to regenerate itself when reverse cursed energy is used on it, because when its wrist, and part of its skull are blown away, it stays damaged.

A set of hands are pulling you from the water. At first you resist, believing it to be another curse, but these hands are too warm to be a spirit. You can't tell if Nanami wants to slap you, or hug you. Most likely the former, as you’re covered in nasty water, and blood.

The air feels lighter with the disappearance of this cursed spirit.

"What took you so long?" You ask, grinning.

He definitely wants to slap you. "We found a body." He says.

"There's more than one," you say, motioning to the skeleton.

Nanami's brows knit.

"So this was used as a dumping ground," you say. By who? A serial killer? “We’ll have the bodies identified, and cremated, then returned to next of kin. And hopefully that stops anything from coming back.”

"You need a shower," says Nanami, collapsing against you in a hug.

You allow yourself to rest against him, your arms wrapping around his waist. He smells faintly of coffee, and lavender shampoo. The marks that your wet shirt leaves against his are almost comical. And though he says nothing else, the look on his face resembles pride.

By the time you head back outside, the sun is just beginning to set. You’re not certain how long you were trapped in that barrier, but it must have been a while. Golden streaks of sunlight crest through rain clouds. It reminds you of that one rhyme your mother would say when you were little: red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.

Ijichi is sitting on the steps outside, and he looks as if he could pass out. For a moment, you're certain he's going to. He's a few shades paler than normal. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. His glasses have fallen down low on his nose. Nanami heads straight for the car.

"You're bleeding," he says, quietly.

You hold out your hands, letting your reversed cursed technique take effect. The wound on your shoulder heals much slower than the ones on your hands.

“I’ll be alright,” you say. “But, if it makes you feel better, I’ll stop by Shoko’s on the way back, and see what she thinks.”

Ijichi smiles weakly. “Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't understand why you chose to be a manager.” He says. “Your skills as a sorcerer are more suited for combat.”

You shrug. “I guess I’m just not into the idea of being in the spotlight, you know? Fighting isn't as glamorous as everyone tries to make it out to be. And besides, if I were to be a sorcerer like Nanami, or Gojo, I’d have to deal with the dumb politics of the Jujutsu clans.” You say. “This way it still feels like I’m making a difference, just in the way I know best.”

He nods. Part of you expects him to say more. To question you further. But you have the impression that Ijichi's ideals aren't all that different from your own.

"Plus," you add, "If I did Nanamin's job every day, I'd be putting him out of business."

"I highly doubt that," Nanami calls from the car.

"You know, I think I earned a cut of the pay," you say, "since I exorcised that curse for you."

Nanami's gaze lowers into a glare. The vein on his forehead is more prominent than before. "No way," he says. "We already discussed this."

"Dinner, then?" You ask. "I saw a Thai place on the way here."

"Deal," he says.

[pumpkinpot]

JJK x Thunder storm

Jujutsu Kaisen 

I’m currently in the middle of a glorious lightning/thunder storm so, I figured I’d do some HC for some of my favorite characters during harsh weather. I also did MHA and FIREFORCE on my page.

Itadori- Utilizes this time to get all his friends together and watch a horror movie. (it’s an event. Popcorn? Check. Soda? Check. PJ’s? Check. And plan to stay the night. Though he likes scary movies he is a bit shaky after.)

Gojou- Runs through the rain until he’s sopping wet and covered in mud. Comes back in with the biggest smile. (dances with you, jumps in puddles with you, (licks rain drops off your lips..)

Megumi- Says he doesn’t care about storms, but will summon his demon dogs to sleep with him while the storm booms outside. (He won’t ask directly but will not say no to you reading to him while he cuddles you.)

Nobara- Has a thunderstorm playlist. opens up all the windows with all the lights off and just vibes. (thinks nothing is more perfect when she peaks over at you snoozing in her bed while she works.)

Mai- very Twilight, will use the thunder to practice shooting. (Def blasts supermassive black hole) (oh this def turns into a competitive training session.(that may end in a make out session)

Nanami- Is passed tf out. He hears thunder, mutes his phone and takes the time for some much needed sleep. If the storm is still roaring when he gets up he’ll sip coffee while eating a pastry from his favorite bakery. (you are there enjoying his silence, splitting his danish as he messages circles into the back of your hand.)

Ijichi- This little shit takes showers during lightning storms just to feel something. (He will def be feeling something if you are there.)

[kinnoishi-studio]

[roll-da-credits]

Falling asleep on JJK character's shoulder

I'd like to sort of apologize that this isn't what I usually write? I'd usually write longer shit or like HC's, but I don't have the time rn but I still want to give out something since I feel bad for the 2 September Event thing still sitting on my drafts. So my next posts will probably be shorter things like this and the MHA gore makeup one

Would panic and freeze completely, making sure they don't move as you keep sleeping on their shoulder Yuji, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Noritoshi Kamo, Toge

Would panic and try to not move but eventually accidentally moves and wakes you (much to their dismay) Kasumi Miwa, Todo

Would sigh and smile at you, as they pat your head or shift to get you to a more comfortable position Megumi, Maki, Mei Mei, Shoko Ieri, Nanami, Geto

Would take a bunch of photos of you as they continue to let you sleep Mai, Gojo, Nobara

Grumble how you're such an annoying thing but doesn't move and gets mad at anyone who makes too much noise Sukuna, Toji

Shove you off Sukuna

[yellowflowerbub]

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🌟Kento Nanami

dense.

What if Nanami isn’t experienced in dating? Like you’d be one of the first people he’d engage in a relationship with. It’s not like he hasn’t had more partners because he’s afraid or anything but just… dense.

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toxicity.

I feel like Nanami would be fairly controlling and possibly even overbearing. His constant reminders of going to bed on time or eating enough or dare he say less, and daily calls can make him feel like an additional parent and less of a partner.

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beach day.

The sun’s heat already covered your skin completely making your eyes squint and eyebrows furrow. The heat would have been quite exhausting on any other day but you hadn’t been to the beach in a while so it was somewhat comforting in a nostalgic, sweaty way. 

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body.

He was gorgeous. The most stunning man you’d ever seen. 

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chilled.

Chilled. It was rather cold out that day. Not freezing but it was cold enough to where no passing person didn't have a coat on them. Yourself included.

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kinktober ‘22

“Would you be interested in something like roleplay?”

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your magesty

Perhaps he has you held on a pedestal so high above his own head he can’t even see you at all. Whatever the case may be, he is and always has been noticeably dense when it came to you.

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cuck

The dig of Nanami's fingers on the back of your neck, using his grip like a leash to pull you back into him. The way you struggled to breathe from the continuous, rough thrusts. The drool and moans that left your mouth only edged him further.

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🌟Saturo Gojo

switch.

now I love dominant men just as much as the next person but what about brats that are really good at hiding that they're just brats…

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preparation.

By far, your favorite thing to do when invited to events is prepare for them.

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obnoxious.

You hold the sword in your hand. The warmth of the metal dulled by the leather sheath it confided in. The handle poking out from the opposite side was spiked. The delicate craftsmanship and the details along it, all gorgeous in their own fitting way. The only problem with the blade was the large branding in the center of it.  ‘GS’

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kinktober ‘22

You wiggled your hips and twisted your waist all to no avail, still as stuck as you’d been five minutes ago. Despite your desperate calls for anyone to come, no one had. Even the highest pitched screams your throat could muster had no reaction from any of the other houses within the neighborhood. 

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small business

The stand you’ve thrown together consists of brands of sweets organized at random. In front of the table is a sign that reads, “Candy 400 Yen Each”. Running the stand and sitting behind the table along with you is Gojo Satoru. He doesn’t appear to be any more elated to run the stand than you are.

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🌟Mei Mei

ecstasy.

Mei's plush thighs squeeze at the side of your head, muffling her own strained groans from above you as she moves her hips along your face. Your hands in a frenzy, constantly switching to different areas of her smooth figure to massage and scratch at.

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kinktober ‘22

You'd always been a bit of a perv. From sneaking glances at anyone who wore something tight or revealing to having your headphones blasting pornographic noises into your ears in public while trying not to get so aroused that it's visible. Nothing that your mind could think of seemed off limits.

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🌟Kiyotaka Ijichi 

treachery.

"How would you like to be the father of my child?" The clearest memory he had of you was the first time he'd officially met you. Of course he'd been warned- informed of your interesting nature but he hadn't expected that to be one of the first things you'd ask him upon your meeting.

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🌟Ieri Shoko

ecstasy.

Mei's plush thighs squeeze at the side of your head, muffling her own strained groans from above you as she moves her hips along your face. Your hands in a frenzy, constantly switching to different areas of her smooth figure to massage and scratch at.

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🌟Masamichi Yaga

COMING SOON!

🌟Akari Nitta

COMING SOON!

🌟Takuma Ino

cuck

The dig of Nanami's fingers on the back of your neck, using his grip like a leash to pull you back into him. The way you struggled to breathe from the continuous, rough thrusts. The drool and moans that left your mouth only edged him further.

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[aztecbrujeria]

Thoughts about stressed out Ijichi sitting behind his desk stressed because Of Gojo’s latest antics. Ijichi being surprised by you while you pull his chair out and you take his hand to feel you’re not wearing anything under your short skirt, “oh, my sweet man, you’re so good stressing about Gojo.” The praise making him whimper as you bend forward, while his fingers slide and play with your slick folds, undoing his belt buckle. Ijichi moaning as you turn and sit on his thick dick slowly inch by torturous inch, “Now be a good boy for me and finish your work baby.” Ijichi’s mouth opening into a silent oh as you grind and let him cock warm you. “I’ll let you fuck me when you finished big boy. Let me make you feel good.” Ijichi throbs inside of you deliciously eliciting a moan from you when his hips can’t control themselves and he buries himself inside you deeper. Ijichi losing his mind and rushing to finish signing off the last report before he begs you to let him fuck you…