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[pinkystyro]

Under the bar - Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ ˎˊ

꩜ STORY CONTEXT: Toji is your boyfriend, he works in a night bar, you are going to pay him a little naughty visit.

꩜ WHAT INCLUDES : TojiFushiguroxfem.reader, smut, nsfw, sucking cock, gagging, insulting, pulling hair, oral sex in public, teasing, frustation, deep troath, swallow cum.

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Toji works at a night bar, he's the barista of this place, he prepares cocktails and other types of drinks. He's very talented at it and the truth is that it's very attractive to see him work that way.

You and Toji had been a couple for 4 years, the best years of your life without a doubt. Toji took care of you like no one else did, he made you feel loved and protected and made you laugh until you cried. He was also the only one who had known how to please you properly in bed, no one fucked you like he did.

One day when Toji was working as usual at his night bar, you entered through the back of the place and sneaked under the bar, lightly touching Toji's leg, so he knew you were under there.

When he saw you he was quite surprised and tried to say something to you, but you stopped him by placing your index finger on your lips "shh.. don't talk and be a good boy." you said before placing your hand on his private part, rubbing it with your hand while looking at him with a mischievous smile.

Toji frowned and looked ahead letting you do whatever you wanted to do, acting like he didn't want it, knowing that deep down he was dying to have his cock slide down your throat.

You lowered your gaze a little towards his bulge, unbuttoning the button of his jeans and lowering the zipper to take out his member that fit quite tightly through that small hole left by the clasp of his pants. You licked your lips as you watched your boyfriend's huge, wide member, before you began to move your hand up and down his entire member.

Toji looked down at you, frowning and pressing his lips together, trying to contain the accelerated breathing caused by the small movements on his cock.

You opened your mouth, approaching his tip, giving it a small lick, without stopping to move your hand, and then surrounding it with your lips, putting it in your mouth and wetting it with your sweet saliva. You noticed the glances of your gorgeous boyfriend, watching as you devoured his member.

Toji clenched his hands on the bar counter, trying to hold his breath so he wouldn't sound excited, but it was almost inevitable. His fingers gripped the edge tightly, his eyebrows arched and he leaned forward to make sure no one saw you.

You continued with your hand movements on this boy's member, while you slid his tip all over your tongue, sucking lightly as you slowly pushed his member further and further into your mouth.

“Look at you..trying to hold back your moans..you look so beau-” you said, but Toji didn't let you finish the sentence before pushing your head towards him, making his entire member enter your mouth, sliding all over your tongue, touching the back of your mouth, before sliding down your throat, this made you gag..but you loved seeing him like that.. “Shut up…fucking whore…I love you fuck…” Toji said whispering and with an horny voice.

Toji let go of your head because some customers had come in and he needed to act formally. As you pulled his member out of your mouth to catch your breath, Toji leaned on the bar counter, causing his hard member to hit your cheek… Seeing his member so hard made you want to ride him right there, to put him inside you… ugh…

Toji welcomed the customers formally and handed them the drinks menu, taking advantage of that moment to watch you as you grabbed his member by the base and licked it all the way thru, then put it in your mouth, and began to suck it, sliding it across your tongue while moving your hand up and down to stimulate him even more…

Toji listened to the customers' orders, holding back the moans caused by having his member sliding inside your mouth… He frowned as discreetly as he could, squeezing the notebook a little as he wrote with his hand shaking from the great pleasure you were giving him.

You increased the speed at which you inserted his member in and out of your mouth a little, and when Toji went to speak to confirm the young men's order and thank him, you inserted his entire member back into your mouth, giving yourself another gag that luckily was barely heard since the music was loud.

Toji's voice was cut off and he had to pretend to clear his throat so that the grunt he let out from that unexpected action wouldn't be noticed. The customers sat down to wait for their drinks and Toji got ready to prepare them, while you continued with your little job, licking, masturbating and sucking his member under the bar.

Toji, before preparing the drinks, bent down slightly, grabbing your hair and pulling it lightly, then saying to you “Damn slut… you know you’ll be punished for this, right?..” You simply nodded, looking at him with an innocent smile.. Toji sighed and went back to his work.

While he prepared the drinks, you continued to give head incessantly.. You delicately moved your hair aside so you could suck it better, and continued doing so.

Toji squeezed the glasses tightly, with his trembling hands he managed to serve the drinks that he later left on a tray for his companions to pick up and take to the assigned table for the order.

You continued devouring him completely, deepthroating from time to time, moving your hand up and down his entire member which was soaked in your saliva… your pussy was all wet… you just wanted Toji to fuck you…

Toji looked at you from above, with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he looked at you with eyes of pleasure and slightly red cheeks… you noticed how he tensed his muscles trying to hold back his moans, noticing his expression of vulnerability at your actions… He leaned forward again to cover you since his boss had gone to talk to him… “Well well, it's the great Toji Fushiguro! How are you boy? Everything okay? Is your girlfriend okay?” Toji took a sigh of air before looking at you surreptitiously to answer his boss in a surreptitious and as normal way as possible “Hello, Boss… Yes..yes..everything..good mhm. Y/n is… fine yes…” He said, keeping his composure and the best face he could put on at that moment, trying to hide everything.

“Well well well, I'm very happy boy! Just so you know, there are 5 minutes left until closing time, today you close and you pack up. I'm going to give the 5-minute warning over the speakers, see you tomorrow Toji!” Said his boss, who patted him on the shoulder before going to give the closing notice for the bar.

When he pulled out, Toji let out a huge sigh of relief, looking at you just to see how you put almost all of his member in your mouth… Noticing your lips surrounding his cock, your hands moving over his member, your saliva soaking his cock, his tip touching the end of your mouth… god… he couldn’t take it anymore… Toji was about to cum… He couldn’t hold it back any longer… Toji grabbed your head, completely putting his member in your mouth, letting out all of his load in your mouth, he watched as your eyebrows shuddered and your throat swallowed absolutely all of the load he had released in you…

A smile formed on his face as he held your jaw, watching as your face and your gaze asked for more and more… Toji slapped his cock against your tongue repeatedly while your eyes begged him to have it inside you…

The bar emptied in a moment, so Toji pulled you out of there, leaning you on the bar and whispering in your ear “Now I’m going to punish you here, you fucking bitch.” He said before that night ended in an intense night where Toji fucked you against the same bar where you hid to give him head.

[the-whitephoenix]

A Lost Year (10916 words) by MaddieRose Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Iori Utahime Characters: Gojo Satoru, Iori Utahime, Ieiri Shoko, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi Additional Tags: Amnesia, Memory Loss, Teen Romance, annoyance to lovers, Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

Ten years ago Utahime woke from an accident she had no memory of, or of the whole last year. Now, Utahime starts to regain her memories of this lost year, many of which are dominated by a certain sorcerer that makes her feel things unlike anyone else.

[pynkricee]

Blood In Your Hands: Part One

The ChoGo Love Story....

After hiding her identity to a strange man named Choso Kamo, KyiGo finally started to realize how important Choso is becoming in her life. The love and connection they start to share will determine if her life is worth sacrificing for him.

(Warnings: Strong language, Smut, violence, Soft Choso, Dominate Choso Kamo, strong sexual content)

(Story not related to Redamancy)

Art by AliyaArtss on Instagram 🤍

The first thing I realized was the strange silence.

He opened his eyes to an unexpected sight: the world was empty, devoid. The streets were free, free of life. The sun was out, and yet nothing was alive. Choso's first impulse was to think this was a world of corpses, but as he took a few steps, he realized his mistake.

Silence, but not stillness.

There was movement in front of him, just out of sight, as if something was lurking behind the walls or trees.

“Hello.. is someone there?” I heard a sweet but tender voice call out. “Hello..?”

I suddenly stopped and tilted my head to the side in a questioning motion. It seemed there was truly someone there.

Out of nowhere, I then heard a strange sound on the other side of me. A low growing sound, mixed with sniffing. It sounded like a predator, stalking it's prey, getting ready to pounce. I the heard the sound of footsteps walking closer to me, something that appeared to be a small shadow ahead, but a shadow I couldn't get my eyes to make out. It began to move closer, and closer…

“Hey…You!.. What are you doing?” I heard the voice raise their tone to me. My eyes darkened with a slight concern, but only for my own safety at this point.

For a split second, I noticed the shadow look at me, it's sharp eyes narrowing even more. It was hard to make out it's exact facial features, but the silhouette alone screamed predator. The growling got louder, and the thing sniffed the air from what I could tell, with a loud Sniff, as if trying to get a better idea of who I was.

I could see the silhouette walking closer to me. It was so close that I knew exactly how many steps it would take for it to be face to face.

The large shadow froze still the moment I finally moved close to it. It turned its head to look at me, its eyes widened. You could tell the thing was surprised, but it also looked dangerous. My instincts were screaming for me to move away from it, but something made me stay.

“You there…” I heard a soft voice call me. This shadow came up to me touching my shoulder with its hand. The touch was gentle and serene. A touch that made me question if I was really in danger or not.

The shadow froze, as unsure of what to do next. As I finally reached out as well, I could finally, but vaguely make out the shape of a human-like face. The growling had stopped, but the animal like eyes continued to stare back at me.

The fog began to get so deep and so thick, I could barely see my surroundings. So at this point, the only thing I had to rely on was my sense of hearing.

“Can you hear me?” The soft voice whispered.

“Yes…”I rumbled in a soft but cautious tone.

“What.. What's your name?”

I seemed to be debating the question for a minute and even hesitated to answer as my breathing became audible through the fog.

“My name.. Is Choso.” I rasped.

“Im.. Cayla. Why are you out here alone? Here.. take my hand. Let me help you out of here. It's too dangerous for you to be out here alone.”

I began to sniff, ignoring your reply, as a low growl rumbled through me. I was deeply debating on how I wanted to move out of this situation as I looked at the area around me. My nose sniffed the air again, as my ears twitched ever so slightly. “I'm protecting this area.” I whispered in a low tone, still unsure of the person who stood in front of me.

“Protecting what?” The soft voice asked. I could hear their footsteps move a little closer from the small branches that broke beneath their feet. But I didn't move.

“Something is.. hunting.. in these ruins.” I rumbled as my hand finally reached out to grasp yours. I was surprised by how gentle this touch was. How delicate.

I could feel your hand tightly start to pull me towards you. I also could feel the vibration off your body through your grip as if you were afraid of something. The darkness maybe? Me?

“Choso.. we shouldn't be here..”

I froze again, my ears perked up with alarm. They twitched towards the shadows, as if sensing some invisible presence nearby. I was so unsure of what to do at this moment. My movements were stiff, and my jaw clenched, as if I had to prepare myself to fight if need be. I turned my head and sniffed the air again, my ears perking up as I began to focus on your presence.

“I can barely see you.” The voice said, as the fog around us began to get thicker with every passing second. “Look.. there's a small light over to my left.. come over here with me.”

My jaw loosened a little as if I finally decided to trust you. I then nodded to myself and followed, quietly, letting you guide me to the nearby street light. Once we finally stepped into the light, I noticed more features about this mysterious person. The shadow was still prominent, but it was easier to see with my eyes, facial features, the entire shape.

Standing in front of me, you slide down the hood that covered the top of your head to get a better look at me, but I froze.

I froze completely. Froze after getting a look at your face. My eyes widened as I almost let go of your hand. It was almost as if your beauty hit me like a wave, and it left me completely and utterly speechless.

“Choso.. right?”

I was still tongue tied at this point. Completely engulfed, entranced by your beauty. I slowly let go of your hand and took a step back as I looked at you. I was unsure of how to respond, as my mind was racing with different thoughts about how gorgeous you were.

There stood this petite woman, beautiful. Caramel-like skin that glistened like cold ice. The most beautiful eyes and lips that I've ever seen on any human let alone curse. I could feel my breath begin to hitch in my throat as my vision on you became static. I couldn't look away.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

My mind was a fucking mess with emotions and feelings that sprung out of nowhere. I wasn't supposed to feel these types of things for another human. My brothers yes, but another human.. no.

I finally took a deep breath and slowly shook my head. “I..I am not sure.. your beauty.. is so stunning.”

“Me?” you said in confusion as you pointed to your chest. I could then see a deep spread of blush that formed over the tip of your nose. A blush that completely changed the tone of your skin and it was breathtaking.

I then nodded, my eyes still glued to you, but my mind was still drawing a blank. “Yes.. I have been lost.. but your beauty has led me here.. I believe.” (Fuck.. that sounded cheesy.)

“Well… that's.. no one has ever called me beautiful before.” I noticed you starting to fidget with the drawstring on your hood, nervous-like motions also coming from your feet.

I then took a step forward, my eyes narrowing as my breathing became more labored. I didn't want to move away, but I just seemed unsure of how to proceed. “Well….your beauty .. is stunning.. I am speechless.. can I?” I took another half step forward until my face was near yours.

“Um… oh..okay..” you said in a nervous tone. Your eyes connecting with mine.

I started to take your acceptance as a green light and slowly brought my lips up to yours. My breathing was very shallow as I leaned in and brushed my lips softly against yours. It was only a brief kiss, yet it sent a strong sensation through my body. I then backed away slowly, my breathing somewhat heavy as I looked at your face.

I gasped as I quickly saw you cover your lips with your hands. Your eyes wide as you didn't break eye contact with me. “ The hell… what.. what was that for?” You asked, taking a slight step back. But your tone was still soft but stern.

Your response started to make me a bit nervous, almost as if regret had started filling me up. “I..I'm sorry.. I couldn't help myself..you..you are so beautiful.” I looked away, my teeth somewhat clenching on the side of my mouth. I was overcome with shyness and remorse at this point as a mixture of feelings started to cloud my head and judgment.

As you slowly removed your hands from your mouth, I noticed the blush that started out small, fully filled your face. “You..seem strange. How did you get here? You know, we're in a park right” she said looking up at me, her throat almost sounding dry still from the surprise kiss I placed on her lips.

I raised an eyebrow. “A.. Park?” I looked back to the dark street, as if realizing the absurdity of the situation. “I.. I don't know. I was trying to keep an area safe.” I trailed off, my mouth twitching in amusement as I realized how strange the whole situation was.

You giggled slightly in amusement. Which I had to admit caught me off guard, but nonetheless, the sound was beautiful. “Yes.. it's a park, but a very dark one. No one really comes here unless it's mid-day.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I guess it is.. a bit unusual to be here in the dark.” but then I looked over to you as my eyes darkened with suspicion. “Why are you here in the dark Cayla?” I raised my brows in amusement with a slight smile on my face as I crossed my arms.

“Im….”

I tilted my head to your short answer. My whole body language shifted as I slowly dropped my arms to the side of me. I could feel my facial expression change as I noticed the subtle sadness in your face. I then moved a step closer to you, as my expression softened. “Hey.. what's bothering you?” I asked cautiously, genuinely concerned about the sadness in your voice.

“I just needed some air, that's all. But it was pretty stupid of me to be out here alone.’’

I shook my head to your words as I noticed your body starting to become more relaxed now. My eyes narrowed as I reached over to you, grasping your hand. “That's not stupid at all… it's understandable sometimes we just need a break.” I signed and took a deep breath. I was genuinely concerned about you at this point. Why would someone like you be out here, still, alone at late hours of the night? I did the best I could to try and comfort you.

“I'm glad that it was you that I ran into tonight. Instead of another stranger.” After these words left your lips, you slowly threw your head back as you focused your gaze on me. That gaze of yours instantly made my heart drop to my stomach. Like the feeling of someone punching me right in the gut with a solid left hook. Yeah.. Yuji.

“Well.. I am glad to have run into you. It is pleasant to meet you…Cayla.” I looked into your eyes, seemingly enjoying this encounter.

“Can I ask you.. where did you come from?”

I thought for a moment and shook my head. “To be honest with you.. I'm not entirely sure.” I looked around the empty area for a bit, trying to remember a familiar face. “I have vague memories.. of a place.. but nothing clear… just darkness and a strange presence. I can't seem to recollect much more than that.” I couldn't help but have frustration in my tone from this conversation. I had to admit. I was lost.

“So.. you don't have anywhere to go?” she asked as the look on her face softened. Her lips began to curl a little bit with frustration from my situation.

I tightened the grip on her hand and slowly shook my head. “No.. I don't.. I'm lost… I just wandered here in the darkness.” I could feel my body shift as a mixture of frustration and sadness washed over me.

You began to shake your head as the grip you had on my hand became tighter. “No.. I don't like this Choso.. but.. would you like to come with me?” Your eyes glistened with a genuine reflection I haven't seen in a long time. It seemed outright pure and honest.

I took a deep breath, conflicted by your words. On the other hand, I was lonely and I needed a place to stay, but unsure about trusting a complete stranger. Even if it was one I was infatuated with.

After thinking for a moment, I finally spoke up. “Can I ask you a question before I answer…?”

“Sure .. go ahead.”

I started to become nervous before I opened my mouth and began to speak. “You.. don't seem very scared of me.. are you sure it's okay if I come home with you? What if I'm dangerous..?” I watched your body language stay the same as I asked you this question. Nothing about you changed..

“Let me ask you.. what are you?”

“What am I..?” I asked with a low tone as a sneer took over the form of my lips. I started to feel I was going to have a hard time with this question. My mouth opened a few times and nothing came out, but finally I got the guts to reply. “Im.. I'm a cursed spirit. A Death Painting Womb..”

After these words rolled off my tongue, I noticed you lean over closer to me, your tiny nose sniffing the air that surrounded me. Your body began to move even closer as you then wrapped your arms around my neck. Your eyes closed as your nose still sniffed my skin.

My body froze as I felt you pressing your body up against mine. My eyes started to widen as you moved in. My head turning to give you a better reach at what you were trying to sniff. I tried to step back, but you had a strong hold onto me that held me in place and I couldn't move. I had to admit that your embrace was warm and welcoming and it almost made me forget who I was.

I could feel myself slightly relax as I took this moment to enjoy your embrace.

“Blood..?” You said in an almost faint voice.

I felt my body go stiff from the words that just came from you as I looked down in your eyes with a slight sneer across my mouth as my eyes darkened. I was surprised you were able to pick up on the smell of blood so easily.

At this point I tried to break free but you wouldn't let go but you finally removed your arms and stepped back from me.

“What…?” You responded in a defensive manner.

“Well.. I'm a cursed spirit. Part human.. but also part cursed spirit… so what you smell was probably human blood and my cursed energy.. mixed together.’’ I could feel myself struggle with the explanation but it had to be said.

“I'm sorry, it's just that my nose can actually pick up the smell of blood more than anything else at times. It's strange especially to be a human.”

I was surprised that a human woman like yourself was able to pick up that scent so easily. But I had to admit, there was something off about you that I couldn't quite put my finger on. “It's… very impressive actually. I didn't realize humans had such strong senses.”

At that moment you had turned your body and placed your hands deep into your pocket. “So.. are you coming?”

I glanced around the area one last time before I took a deep breath.

“Yes.. I guess I am.” I said as I finally agreed.

I had no idea what to expect for the rest of that night as I followed you home. But I had to say.. I was grateful to you at this moment.

[humb1ug]

selcouth, sukuna

prologue - dirty, mortal liar

year, 992

''TASIA, I DO NOT WANT TO HURT YOU,'' he'd pleaded. ''Please, please, stop.'' His hands laid in front of him, creating a forcefield, protecting himself from his lover's power. He could've cried, he might've. 

    ''Do not call me that!'' she roared, throwing a blast of her energy at his forcefield, almost destroying it. ''You have lost everything that is me, Sukuna! I curse you, I curse you, I curse you!'' One of after the other. . .blast, blast, blast. She was brute force. 

    Something that would lay with him for years, was that she'd never said she hated him. After all, she physically could not lie. Although, that never fixed his guilt or his rage, it merely comforted him every few decades; because of course, he never would forget her. She truly did lay a curse on him. He was bewitched by her. His equal, the only one who could stand against him and win. 

    If I do not do anything now, she will kill me. Her kind does not mix emotions. When they feel them, that is all they feel. And now, all she is, is vengeance and rage. I have to hurt her, Sukuna regrettably thought. How could he save both of them from her own self?

    Suddenly, he rid of his forcefield, and ran behind her, knocking her down. I shall only do what is necessary. I cannot hurt her, he thought. 

    Anastasia quickly recovered, rolling to her feet with agility. She lunged at him again, her hands crackling with dark green energy. Anastasia wasn't a sorcerer, she didn't even have any cursed energy. No, she was something else entirely. From another world. 

    "I trusted you, Sukuna," she spat, her voice trembling with emotion, her arms raising slowly, collecting energy. "But you did not trust me, you led me to believe so. Hell, for a second I believed you loved me!" She guffawed, getting onto her knees, commanding the vines and roots of trees to bring Sukuna down and hold him hostage. 

    Sukuna danced out of the way of her control, constantly dodging the controlled plants around him. ''How dare you say I do not love you? Can't you see, Tasia, this is for all of us!'' 

    "You are a dirty, mortal liar!" she screamed, her energy flaring dangerously. "You made everything better for you, Sukuna. Everything was always for you!" 

    Tasia's yellow cat eyes flared, as if she craved the blood. Perhaps she needed the blood. 

    Sukuna dodged her energy blast, his mind racing. He knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He couldn't keep her forever, not like this. She was relentless, and her fury gave her strength. He needed her to stop. 

    "Tasia, listen to me," he said, his voice firm but gentle, dodging and burning her vines and tree roots to a crisp. "This isn't you. This rage, this hatred—it's consuming you. Please, let me help you."

    Anastasia's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of the woman he loved. But then she shook her head, her resolve hardening. "Manipulator," she spat. 

    She raised her hands, gathering her energy for a final, devastating attack. Sukuna braced himself, knowing he had only one chance to stop her. He had to reach her, to make her see the truth.

    As the blast of energy hurtled toward him, Sukuna closed his eyes and focused all his willpower. He thought of their time together, the moments of joy and love they had shared. He thought of the promises they had made, the dreams they had once had.

    He channeled all those memories into a single, powerful force. He opened his eyes and unleashed a wave of energy that collided with Tasia's attack, creating a brilliant explosion of light and sound. Everything around them came to ashes at his feet. Including Tasia. 

    When the dust settled, Sukuna stood panting, his body trembling with exhaustion. Tasia was on the ground, her body still. She was immortal. . .he couldn't have killed her, could he? No, no. He wouldn't have it. 

    "Tasia," he whispered, kneeling beside her. "Please, come back to me." For only a few seconds, he let the tears fall down his bloodied cheeks. His eyes scanned all the bruises he'd caused, forcing a sob out. ''Anastasia. . .you were supposed to kill me, I -- I did not want to h-hurt you. . .Anastasia, please.''

    He cradled her unmoving body. ''I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,'' he chanted like a prayer. This might've been the only time he'd actually meant his apology.

    But something was off. Aside from his possibly dead wife, of course.

    The ground under her formed roots, trying to steal her body away from Sukuna. He merely stared in awe. Her body was engulfed by nature, and when he tried to dig her out with his bare, beaten hands, she was no longer there. It was only him, and his mistake.

[hibiscus-waterfalls]

Chapters: 12/15 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Ieiri Shoko, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Ijichi Kiyotaka, Yaga Masamichi Additional Tags: Soft Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Bottom Gojo Satoru, Soft Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Top Getou Suguru, Student Getou Suguru, Getou Suguru is Whipped, Getou Suguru Needs a Hug, Interns & Internships, Internal Conflict, Miscommunication, Coworkers to lovers, Roommates, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Social Anxiety, Light-Hearted Summary:

"There are nuances, what is right in a black-and-white situation is extremely complicated, but somewhere, in that hard-to-unpack set of nuances, and complications, there is an objective right and an objective wrong. There was a right and a wrong, and he needed to find it. He could feel a heaviness in his chest, like a weight that threatened to pull him down. What could he do next? He could spend the next few weeks in a blur, throwing himself into his internship and avoiding any unnecessary interaction with Satoru. Yet he knew despite his efforts, there was no way he would be able to completely shake off the lingering feelings he had for his roommate." - Or in which Suguru and Satoru are in competition at a prestigious internship.

[k-martins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento Characters: Fushiguro Tsumiki, Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi Additional Tags: Gojo Satoru is Bad at Feelings, Gojo Satoru Has a Sweet Tooth, Gojo Satoru Character Study, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Parental Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru loves Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru loves his two kids (he's just terrible at realizing it), This started with me writing a flashback to another story, and ended with a Gojo parenting one focusing on Tsumiki and Gojo and Megumi's relationship, Hurt/Comfort, No Spoilers, Gojo Satoru Adopts Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki, Without Beta, we die like the character with GS, Fushiguro Megumi is a Little Shit, It's kind of strange to write about a character whose personality is solely defined as "good", so this might seem a bit OOC for Tsumiki, Gojo misses Geto a lot (like, A lot - Freeform, to the point that I'm getting sick just writing it) Summary:

At the same time that Tsumiki works on a snake, something a little more complicated than the previous animals, Satoru wonders if Megumi would have accepted his proposal if his sister hadn't been around.

The answer seems obvious, especially as he observes the serenity with which Megumi sleeps next to his sister, soft smile and relaxed features of someone who is feeling protected. It's interesting. Even though the boy is one who has a powerful hereditary power, it is Tsumiki who protects him from the harshness of the world with her sweet speech and friendly gestures.

And Satoru protects them both.

Satoru tries unsuccessfully not to get attached to the Fushiguros siblings.

[voirlebonheur]

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Memang apa yang bisa aku lakukan?

Mengambil kesempatan untuk menghabisi nyawanya saat ia datang dengan bersimbah darah dan senyuman yang indah?

Semua orang tahu aku bukan petarung seperti kebanyakan dari kita. Aku terlarang untuk misi yang berbahaya. Aku pun tak tahu cara yang baik untuk mengajarkan pada yang lain soal apa yang ku bisa.

Aku selalu disembunyikan dan dilindungi.

Dan ialah yang mampu menemukan dan membawaku kembali.

“Kita bisa merawat anak-anak itu di sekolah jujutsu. Dan kau akan jadi guru yang keren untuk mereka.”

Aku sedang bersamanya, duduk di sebuah sofa yang cukup untuk ditempati oleh tiga orang. Ia dekap aku. Bukannya gunakan mulut untuk jawab pertanyaanku, ia justru mengecup pelipisku.

Dia bisa jadi orang yang tidak berguna, kadang-kadang.

“Satoru akan memaafkanmu. Yaga-sensei juga.”

Aku masih tidak menyerah.

Dadanya bergerak sedikit lebih keras. Ia menarik napas dalam—aku tahu ia membenci topik pembicaraan ini.

“Aku tahu.”

Aku mendongak untuk dapat melihat wajahnya. Matanya kurang lebih sama sepertiku. Waktu-waktu istirahat yang tidak digunakan dengan baik terakumulasi di kantung matanya. Gurat-gurat halus mulai muncul pula di bagian dahi. Sementara tulang rahangnya semakin tegas, dan aku mengecup bagian itu.

“Kembalilah.”

Tapi Suguru hanya tersenyum sambil meraih wajahku untuk kemudian melumat bibir ini.

“Aku sudah kembali—selalu kembali.”

———

Pukul dua dini hari aku baru mau menginjak kamarku. Akan langsung masuk kalau saja sosok jangkung yang menjuntai di depan pintu kamarku tidak menghalangi.

“Kau bisa dicurigai sebagai pengkhianat, tahu!”

Rambutnya yang terang semakin gemilang akibat tersiram cahaya lampu. Ucapannya membuat tawaku lolos dari mulut.

“Jangan marah karena kami tidak mengajakmu—oh, dia baik-baik saja, omong-omong.”

“Berhenti menemui bajingan itu.”

Aku bersedekap dada. Balik menatapnya meski mata sebiru langit musim panas itu tertutup kain hitam pekat.

“Aku tidak menemuinya. Dia yang menjemputku.”

Satoru berdecak. Terang sekali ia kesal—dan muak berpura-pura tidak tahu selama ini.

“Jangan bawa dirimu dalam bahaya. Kau itu penting.”

Aku menghela napas.

Aku penting.

Begitu ya?

“Aku tidak akan mati dengan mudah, tenang saja. Kalian akan selalu melindungiku, kan?”

Satoru terdiam sejenak. Sebelum akhirnya mengatakan:

“Ya.”

Lalu melenggang begitu saja.

[rizzstruck]

Gojo- Playing Basketball

Everday at 4 p.m. there’d be basketball practice. And Gojo, though being really good at math, was one hell of a jock. He excelled at the test matches just like he excelled at a math test. He was one of the best basketball players his school had ever witnessed. 

You could see him from the little window outside of the swimming pool area that gave a bird’s eye view of the basketball court. 

Despite of the others practicing with the same jerseys on, your eyes would be hinged on him. It wasn’t very hard to recognize him from a distance. He was better than all the team players combined. He seemed to have understood the beauty of the game and was able to focus on the adequate movements that were necessary. 

If you saw him from the chairs of the Indoor Seating arrangements around the court, you could see his movements more clearly. He played like any determined athlete would. His skills were impeccable. He was focused.

 Every movement of his body would splash a hint of passion to anyone who observed closely. The muscle movement of his calves as he ran across the court. Then that of his arms while dodging the ball. His sharp waist he’d show while trying to reach the raised goal in the basket. The sweat dripping down from his forehead towards his sharp jawline and his neck. He’d bite his lower lip once in a while, lick them when he’s thirsty and would then reach toward his water bottle and drink up while still breathing fast. His Adam’s apple moving graciously as he gulps the water down the throat.

 And that wonderful, childlike smile, when his team scores, is priceless. It is all art that he is in the court but doesn't have a hint of it. 

[ur-average-simp]

#jjk #jjksmau #jjkfanfic #jjkfic #InumakiToge #Inumakxreader #Inumaki #Inumakilove

𝐎𝐨𝐩𝐬, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!

Inumaki x gn ! reader

synopsis: every time you go in for a kiss before you leave for anything, you don't kiss him on his lips, just beside it. He's wondering, why?

cw: fluff, no pronouns used, idk really but enjoy :)

Inumaki seems to be noticing something new about you but he couldn't put his finger on it. It first started when you left for a mission.

"Toge, Bye-bye!" You ran up to him leaning in for a kiss. He leaned up for a kiss on the lips but you only managed to kiss near it and left for the mission. Inumaki looked at the door you left with furrowed eyebrows. "Maybe she was in a hurry. . ." He whispered.

The second time was when you left to get some snacks for movie night in the kitchen.

Inumaki was sitting on the floor before the bed while you lay on your stomach on the bed with your head on his. "Toge?" You called as he hummed in response. "You want me to get some snacks?" You look down at him. He looked at you and then nodded. You smiled at him and kissed him beside his lips, again!

Before he can even say something (He can't) you've already left the room leaving him all pouty the whole night.

That behavior continued for a month, that's when he thought you were avoiding his lips because you were upset or something, or maybe you wanna break up with him? Or are you just teasing him? He wanted an answer, he needed it now.

The next time you were going for a mission he decided to confront you.

"Toge! I have to go! Bye-bye!" You tried to go in for a kiss but he moved away? Aw. "Okaka!" He turned his head the other way. "Toge, what's wrong? Did I do something?" Worry on your face visible from miles away. Maybe he did have to turn his head so he couldn't see your pouty face.

"Tuna tuna." He looked back at you pointing to his lips. "Yeah, I was about to kiss you goodbye for the mission but you turned away! Look, Toge I have to go. I don't wanna go without having you kiss goodbye." Your clear fidgeting indicates how much you really had to go.

"Tuna mayo. . ." He looked to the side. "I really don't have the time to talk. ." You said, He looked at you pointing to his lips and the side of his face. When you furrowed your eyebrows he showed you his phone. Notes are already open as you read it. "Why won't you kiss my lips? You've been doing it for the past month and I don't know why... Do you wanna break up or something?"

When you read the last sentence your eyes widened. "No! It's not like that," You chuckled. "I just remembered how you said you were insecure about the marks on your face and I thought maybe kiss it once in a while. But I've actually grown to like kissing your marks over the past month and I couldn't stop. . ." You fidget with your hands behind your back.

"But if you want me to I will!" You shook your hands in front of him. "Okaka" He shook his head. "So it's okay?" You smiled softly at him. "Shake." He walked to you and pecked your lips. Mmm, not gonna lie that made you blush so much you had to leave immediately. "Bye, Toge!" You slide out the door.

"I can die peacefully now. ." He shrugged, sitting down on his bed. when the quietness got a bit loud, your words started sinking into him making him blush profusely and a bit tensed up. When he couldn't take it anymore he groaned into his pillow and he was pretty sure everyone heard him.

ᯓ★ Sorry, I'm like really whipped for him and stuff. Anyway, Thank you for reading<3 | Masterlist

[pinkystyro]

The small talk. - Satoru Gojo. ִֶָ࣪☾.

꩜ STORY CONTEXT: You are the boss of a bakery where Gojo works as a waiter, but lately he hasn't been doing his job properly, so you call him to your office to have a talk with him, which ends in a very different way than you expected.

꩜ WHAT INCLUDES : Satoru Gojoxfem(reader), 3rd person, smut, OneShot dirty names, spanking, cum out, submissive reader, dominant Satoru Gojo, fingering, moaning, teasing, NSFW!!

Enjoy pookies!

₊˚ෆ I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE A LIKE AND A REBLOG !

You wake up on another morning, wash your face as usual and have your delicious coffee with milk and your usual toast. You get dressed and get ready to go to work, combing your hair delicately and applying makeup to your eyelashes carefully and perfectly, you moisturize and give shine to your lips with a pink balm that leaves a slight color on them.

Getting into your car you head to your office, you are the boss of a large food chain business, specifically a bakery.

You thought with determination trying to remember the pending tasks you had for that day “›Fix bathroom door…check warehouse…and something related to Gojo…shit…now I don’t remember well what it was about!!’’

Gojo was a waiter with white hair, pale skin and bright blue eyes who had been working in the bakery for a few months. He was quite attractive, you couldn’t deny feeling attracted to him…it was something inevitable!

You arrived at your shop, you greeted everyone except Gojo, why? Because he wasn't there, he was late AGAIN..

You let out an exhausted sigh and asked listlessly “What happened to Gojo this time?” Everyone looked at you with a face of having no idea why Gojo was late.

You entered your office and left your things on your desk, sitting down in your chair and turning on your computer to check your daily tasks. One of them was to have a chat with Mr. Gojo, since lately his performance had been declining and inefficient, you wanted to know if everything was okay, and there was even the idea of ​​firing him, because not only was he late and often didn’t even show up, but sometimes he fell asleep at work, he spent time distracted, either with his cell phone or showing off with clients… For these reasons, it was necessary to have a professional chat with him about his behavior. So you set about doing the other pending tasks you had while you waited for Gojo to show up.

“..Replenish strawberry frosting..done, call the plumber, done! I only have to talk to Gojo..I’ll go see if he’s arrived yet..” You left your office to find the boy sitting on a stool using his cell phone..

“Satoru Gojo!! To my office immediately!!” You said a little upset and after giving the announcement you turned around, entering your office and taking a seat in your desk chair.

Gojo immediately stood up, following you to your office and closing the door behind him. He stood in front of you and your desk. “Tell me Miss Y/N...what can I do for you?” Gojo said, looking at you somewhat nervously, his eyes scanning your body and your hands that had your fingers intertwined, trying to stay calm.

“Take a seat, this is going to take time..” You said looking at the files on your computer and returning your gaze to the boy once you had opened the file called -Satoru Gojo.- While you skimmed what the file said, you let out a sigh as your eyes met the boy's “I feel disappointed Gojo..” You said in a calm tone, without breaking eye contact. “Your performance at work has dropped, your good behavior and discipline…what happened?” You said as a rhetorical question as you stood up and leaned on the table in front of Gojo. “You’re on your phone every time I look in your direction, your waffles burn, your coffee overflows…and most importantly, you flirt too much with the customers…”

Satoru Gojo looked at you in astonishment and with a satisfied smile, raising an eyebrow he said “You’re right, I haven’t been the best worker, but I think you’re jealous, heh!” He said with a superior air as he bit his lower lip with a mischievous smile.

“Excuse me? Jealous? Could you argue that please?” You said formally, trying to maintain patience and composure, as you couldn’t believe what he had said, although he was partly right, seeing him flirt with the customers caused a kind of annoyance in you that you couldn’t explain.

“You say that the most important reason for all this is the fact that I flirt with female clients… that means you are jealous, isn’t it?” The young man said, getting up from his seat, standing in front of you with his arms crossed while licking his lips that formed a smile on his face. “Don’t worry Boss, you are much more beautiful than any of our clients.” He said, getting closer to you, resting his hands on the desk while looking into your eyes with a flirtatious smile.

“No.. I meant it that way.. you misunderstood me.. I eh..” You wanted to speak but you were so nervous.. his eyes met yours, your cheeks blushed and your nerves made you bite your lip.. shit.

“No? So you're saying that if I come closer to kiss you right now, you'd reject the kiss?” Gojo placed his thumb and index fingers on your chin as he raised it slightly to bring his lips closer to yours and make you maintain eye contact even more with his eyes.

“Well...I...” The young man left you completely speechless, you didn't know how to react, you didn't know what to say, you stood completely frozen in front of his lips, wishing they would finally meet yours.. “No...I wouldn't deny you the kiss..”

Gojo's lips formed a mischievous smile and then he said “That's what I wanted to hear.” he said in a seductive tone before joining his lips with yours in a kiss full of passion. Your lips returned his kiss without any resistance.

His hands moved to your waist, having a strong grip on it to intensify the kiss that soon became a wet one, with your tongues coming together, he bit your lip playfully as he brought you closer to his body. Your breasts pressed against his torso, your hands running down his neck, down his collarbone to his shoulders.

His hands went down to your hip where he slightly raised you to rest your butt on the table and continue kissing you. Your fingers intertwined in his hair as you kissed him intensely. His hands ran over every curve of your body, admiring how submissive you had become to his touch.

His hands rose to the buttons of your shirt, unbuttoning them one by one, thus revealing your bra that Gojo quickly unbuttoned and threw to the floor, leaving your breasts exposed to his eyes. He grabbed one of them with one hand and began to move his kisses down your neck, towards your collarbone, while squeezing your nipple with his fingers, to finally begin to kiss the birth of your breasts and move towards the nipple, which soon ended up being licked and bitten by the boy.

Your body was shaking at his actions on you, legs shaking, your private part wet, sighs of pleasure that you let out... god, you were in heaven...

Gojo finally took off your shirt, still playing with your breasts... You slid your hands inside his shirt, taking it off too, caressing his shoulders and shoulder blades while he devoured your breasts desperately...

One of his hands that was holding one of your breasts slid up your thigh, taking off your underwear while you bit your lip from the embarrassment you felt from being so wet...

His hand slid down, pressing his middle finger against your clit while with the other hand he pinched your nipple and kissed you intensely.

His finger began to rub your clitoris lightly, while he slowly increased the speed, making you feel an indescribable pleasure..

Between kisses, you let out soft moans of pleasure..His hand rubbed intensely while the one that squeezed your nipple moved towards your face, positioning it on your cheek while he kissed you more passionately..

His fingers proceeded to insert themselves inside you, immersing you in immense pleasure..body trembling, moans coming out of your mouth, blushing cheeks..this was perfect..

You stretched your arm as best you could to unbuckle his belt and then his pants..thus removing his pants and underwear..revealing a large member that was hard as a rock from seeing you so excited.

“I want to hear you beg me to put it inside your pussy, show me your dark side boss..” Gojo said in a deep voice, as he bent his fingers to touch your G-spot..

Your back arched at that movement, losing complete control of your moans and your dignity.. In a soft and embarrassed tone you said “..please..I need you to put it inside me..now..”

Those words were enough for Gojo to take his fingers out of you and turn you around, pressing your face against the desk, lifting your skirt and revealing your ass, which for him was beautiful..

He spanked you and then placed the tip of his member aligned with the entrance of your pussy..holding you by the hips, he introduced his large member inside you, which made you let out a loud moan and then cover your mouth in shame.

He started to make movements back and forth, sliding his member inside your wet pussy, fucking you hard against the desk..

You couldn't stop your body from shaking, your moans flooded the room completely, Gojo's member hit hard inside you while sighs of pleasure came out of his lips.. “Y/n..your pussy feels incredible.” Gojo said in a hot tone, without stopping the constant movements inside you..

“oh god..Gojo..I'm going to..I'm about to..oh god..I'm going to cum..I can't take it anymore..” you said with your legs shaking, noticing how your pussy shuddered around his cock..

“Do it..make my cock wetter..let everyone know that I'm the one who fucks your pussy the best..” Gojo said, increasing the speed of his thrusts, noticing how your pussy shuddered more and more around his big cock..

You couldn't take it anymore and you came..leaving the office floor and young Satoru Gojo's cock completely soaked..”God..I'm going to cum anyway..” Gojo said before taking his cock out of you to shoot his cum all over your ass.

You both remained catching your breath for a few seconds before Gojo opened his mouth and said “Well..I hope this settles the matter, Boss.” He said pulling up his pants and then putting on his shirt to go back to work “I'm going back to work..if you need to fix anything else, let me know.” he said before giving you one last kiss while grabbing your buttocks tightly.

After that, the boy walked out of your office door, closing it behind him, leaving you completely satisfied and with the clear idea that you were not going to fire Satoru Gojo... in fact, you would need more talks like that with him.

[peculiarscriptures51]

The one where he wants a baby girl (JJK)

The bed looked inviting as Jungkook approached it, his wife already snoozing peacefully on her side of it. He wordlessly lifts the sheet and sinks into the lush cushioning of the mattress, practically melting into it. It had been a very long and exhausting day for him.

Joy hadn't acknowledged him when she felt the weight sink, but he could tell that she wasn't sleeping after all. He moves himself closer to her, draping his heavy arm over her waist and pulling her closer to his body by the hips.

Joy squirmed, sleepily muttering, "How come you're so clingy today, Koo?"

He chuckles as she pretends to be indifferent to his affection. She huffed a sigh as she moved her arm, giving in to his need for cuddles. He sinks his head onto her shoulder. "Sannie's sleeping?" She muttered, eyes still closed, voice weighed with exhaustion.

Jungkook hummed in agreement, looking down at her pretty face. Joy felt his body press into hers more, she stirs and lifts her head curiously at him, raising her brows in suspicion.

"What?" She asked knowingly, sensing something on his mind.

He shakes his head dismissively, "It's dumb."

"No it's not," she replied softly, cracking her lids open a bit more. She turns in his hold, looking up at his face. "Tell me. Is something bothering you?"

Jungkook stares down at her face, she looked really sleepy, they had both started the day working and he had gotten off early to get back home and help out with their toddler Jeongsan. Joy, though, who's been working from home, hasn't managed to get as much of a break, so Jungkook had taken iniative with their son when he returned home. And it was a good thing that he did, because Joy and her team had a very important project to finish up on by the end of the day. She would have never completed it with her hands full.

He likes being home with his family more, and especially looking after their toddler. Jungkook had been chasing after Sannie all afternoon, the little munchkin found it amusing whenever his father whined after him. Jungkook grinned at the thought.

"I've just been thinking a lot, jagiya..." He admitted fondly, Joy adjusts her head to see his face better, noticing how he trailed off.

"About what?" She wondered, her minty breath fanning his face.

Jungkook shifts, a bit anxious to express his feelings. Even though Joy was always inviting to his thoughts and ideas - no matter how outlandish they proved to be at times. She would never shoot him down without at least hearing him out first. He was very happy to have married a naturally good listener.

He sighed, "It's just, I see my hyungs with their kids all the time and... except for Yoongi and Jimin hyung, they all have daughters..."

Joy waited, her gaze trailing over his ebony locks that were falling loose from the hairtie he'd managed to put it in. She reaches up and tucks a piece behind his ear, only for it to slip away again.

Jungkook continued, having expected more of a reaction from his wife, but she continued to let him explain his thoughts. "Their relationships with their daughters are just so cute... I kinda wish I had a baby girl to spoil, too..."

Joy's brows rise in surprise, "I thought you were fine with just one?"

"I still am, honey. I'm very happy with our family," he assured, tucking both his arms behind her back, ending up hovered above her slim figure that she'd worked so hard to get back. He sighs as he recalls all the work she’d put in."This has been on my mind for a while now, though. I want my own princess to spoil. I could help do her hair and buy her dresses..." he rambled, the biggest smile growing on his face at the thought of it.

Joy watched his eyes gleam, melting at the sight of that mindless smile making his face. She hadn't told Jungkook directly, but the thought of having another baby scared her. And for completely different reasons this time compared to her first pregnancy and the fears it harbored. She was now certain that in the long-term things would turn out just fine - which was her main concern last time. This time around, however, she was worried about how much it would physically take a toll on her. When she gave birth to Jeongsan there were some minor complications that have left her a little traumatized. She'd only told her sister and female friends because they could relate, and couldn't seem to find a good time to mention her trauma to Jungkook. Especially not now that he looks so happy at the thought of having a daughter.

She had been thinking about having another baby too, dreamt of it, even. It brought a smile to her face, however her worries always seemed to cloud those visions. Joy swallows her fear, feeling a tug at her chest when she gently whispered, "Okay."

His eyes widened in surprise at that, that familiar bunny-smile lighting up his otherwise sleepy features. He seemed more alert at her words. "You mean- You'd have my baby? Again?" He asked excitedly.

Joy reads the genuine excitement in his expression, that pang of fear still rattling inside her chest. Her head bobs, and she was quickly pulled up into his arms, he squeezed the life out of her. "Thank you, baby," he presses butterfly kisses to her cheeks, making his wife giggle and push him away at the ticklish sensation.

She turns back to face the wall, her back still pressed into his chest. He never released his warm embrace around her thin frame. His palms smooth down her trained waist and wide hips. Her ass was plumper, and he pressed himself into it. Pregnancy was a beautiful, precious thing to Jungkook for many, many reasons. But he especially realized how much the experience had made him appreciate his wife more in just about every aspect. He became attracted to her in a whole new way - the fullness of her breasts and hips, the radiating glow of her chocolate skin. He just loved the sight of her round bump when she was pregnant with Jeongsan. Not to mention how much it enhanced her overall good character, she had this mature, graceful aura about her that was very difficult to articulate in comparison to her normal self.

He sighs fondly, massaging the curve of her hip slowly. Joy heard him hum deeply, right behind her ear. She felt it reverberate through his chest. "She ought to have nice, rich brown skin. Just like yours...." He mumbled, eyes shut as he pictured an infant's face. The brightness of her eyes when she gives a toothless smile. The resemblance of her mother's face reflecting into hers. It made Jungkook's chest warm, like his heart had melted and turned to mush.

He nods, "Yeah," murmuring dreamily into his wife's neck. "I hope she looks just like you. My little gumdrop... Just as beautiful as her Mama."

Joy blinks at the sound of his words. She hadn't thought he'd be so fond of producing any kids with skin just as dark and velvety as hers. Of course he'd never suggested that he would ever be opposed to such a thing, he fathered their first child with so much enthusiasm, knowing wholeheartedly what he was getting into the moment he proposed to marry her. However, considering the egregious beauty standards deeply rooted in the culture and history of his native country - in which they still reside - she couldn't help her slight shock. Though she wasn't surprised, Jungkook - as well as his members - had become famous not only for their work and influence but their perspectives and familial appearance.

"She ought to look like you, too." Joy muttered, she loved that their son inherited so much of Jungkook's physical traits. His large, doe eyes, especially.

He shakes his head fondly, "Nah, she should have dark, rich curls like yours. A cute little button nose, lush plump lips... I would stare at her all day, jagiya. She'll be so beautiful, no matter how she looks."

Joy hums, "I was hoping that if we were to ever have a daughter that she'd look like another carbon copy of you. Your mother even said she always wondered how you'd look if you were a girl when she had you."

"Did she?" Jungkook sleepily chuckled. Joy bobs her head, unable to help but giggle at Eomma's enthusiasm. Before Sannie's gender reveal she had briefly hoped that he would be a girl, since she always wanted a daughter.

He shakes his head, Joy felt his crotch pressing more into her backside. His hand smooths over her flat tummy, which still harbored a few faint stretch marks that she was trying to get rid of. "I want her to look like you. With all your pretty features."

"I'll try my best." She murmured sarcastically, his chest bounced as he chuckled.

🌺: I've kind of been thinking about Jungkook with a daughter, though I originally only planned for him to have Jeonsan...

[pairofmelaninkweens]

Zen’in’s Deadliest- Toji Fushiguro x Naraka OC

Warning: Consensual rough sex, Choking, Knife play, Blood Kink, Heavy Degradation, Violence, Use of weapons, Fighting.

Thank you @xshinigamikittenx for editing and @sweet-darling91 for Beta Reading and giving correct warnings!

By @aztecbrujeria 

Tokyo (10 years before Breaking a Curse):

Naraka stands against the dilapidated brick building, hidden in the shadows, waiting for her target to leave. The heavy air envelopes her surroundings, thick with salt and chill from the autumn night and harbor fog, a light mist from the earlier downpours still remains to make the background of the busy city a blurred haze. She's fully aware of the danger this  man is capable of, he carries the title of the deadliest jujutsu assassin, but she didn’t care. She has no one and nothing to live for or come home to at the end of the day. She lived her life as one of many third-party hitmen for the Yakuza. Regardless of who he was, this target was just another SOB that owed money and it was time to pay up. She rests her hand on her hip where the Magnum 357 revolver lies in wait in her thigh holster, the weight of the large Glock a comfort. She inhales and smiles inwardly, “The only true love I’ve ever had.” In the shadows she caught the light from the gambling den spill forth from the entrance before she lays eyes on him, causing her to hesitate about the possibility to do the hit tonight. 

Toji Fushiguro, Zenin’s deadliest, walked into the darkened alleyway and stretched his arms overhead. This man is the target?! She thought to herself in astonishment and a small amount of apprehension. She drinks him in, seeing nothing but a monster of a man in an oversized sweater and black loose pants. He runs his large digits through his straight, jet black hair as he begins to walk, his lackluster posture failing to hide his size. Looks can be deceiving. Naraka shook her head and decided to wait in order to observe him to make the right call.  The longer I wait, the better the job will go... but the longer I wait, the longer I’ll have to go without food. Just as she thought this, her stomach grumbled. She hugs her midsection, feeling her muscles contract in protest. “Shit, I need to go five-finger discount some fucking protein stat.” Shaking off her hunger, she straightened up and refocused. Based on her reports, Toji was not one to shy away from women. She could at least follow him and see where he was headed. If I’m lucky, he’ll stop by a food stall...so hungry...NO! FOCUS! Naraka steps out from the shadows and begins to follow the monster of a man walking towards the bustling lights of the city, away from the darkness of the underbelly of Tokyo. 

She can hear the cold click of her heeled boots against the pavement, sporadically splashing through puddles as she makes her way to the lights, taking care not to get too close. She weaves her way through the throngs of people, watching him part the path like Moses and the Red Sea with how large and intimidating he is against the chaotic collection of souls. Pulling her distressed denim jacket closer, she realizes that she looks like just another punk. Perfect, I already fit in, he’ll never notice. Besides, I’m five feet tall, he’ll never pinpoint someone like me. Naraka decides to be a bit braver, pushing her limit just a tad, as she closes the distance between them. She’s close enough to hear him on his cell as he takes a call. “Yeah...How much?... Fuck, yeah I can do it.” She hears the click of his phone closing and watches him angrily put it in his pocket. She smiles as she watches him, for a dead man he was very handsome. Taking a chance, she puts her pickpocket skills to good use as she craftily bumps into him. “Oh, sorry!” She was quick enough to take what little cash he had and used her sleight of hand to tuck the cash into the band of her fishnets. “I’m so sorry señor, lo siento, I didn’t…” He stood with bright emerald eyes and smirked at her. “You think you’re so sly, don’t you?” Shit, he knows, “Perdón?” He comes close enough to bend down and look Naraka directly in her honey brown eyes, noses almost touching, “You know for a pickpocket you’re pretty enough to fuck... However, just give me my money back, and I won’t kill you.” This pendejo! At least he doesn’t know...just like I thought...Naraka smiles big and reaches her arms behind her back, pulling out the cash. “Sorry, I was just hungry, I haven’t eaten in a couple days...to be honest, I didn’t think you’d notice.” Toji put his hand out for the yen she’d swiped. Eyeing his outstretched palm, she observed that he could easily grip her head like a basketball. “Sorry.” She handed him the money, and just as she was about to turn away and keep walking towards the next alley, Toji’s giant hand encompassed hers, forcing her to look back up at him, “You hungry? Let’s eat. Then, maybe later I’ll fill that pretty mouth of yours with me.” She looks up at him and his devilish smile with clear confusion. I know this man doesn’t think I’m gonna fuck him for buying me dinner?! Well, who the fuck am I kidding...that’ll be the easiest way to kill him, get some “D” and run...alright bet. 

“Yeah, I’m starving.” Right on cue, her stomach grumbled loud enough for him to hear, his dangerous smile showing more teeth, making the scar on the right side of his lips lift with them. “Perfect, my treat.” Naraka shrugs, turning to walk towards a food stall by the closest alley. Get him to an open place...don’t let your guard down. Her attire isn’t respectable enough for an eat-in event, wearing fishnets with Doc martens, a short distressed skirt and thigh harnesses (complete with a hidden Glock and daggers). Complimenting her cropped band T with her favorite destroyed denim jacket, covered in band patches and pins. Naraka inked her skin to hide the scars from the beatings she took in her earlier life and surviving on the streets, purposefully drawing attention to her legs and chest. Five feet tall and muscular, due to the fact that she trained every day and then some to be better than any man or woman in her profession. Naraka feels his eyes roving over her body from behind. Perfect...he’s hooked, this will be a quick and eventful fuck. She’s deep in thought about the best way to deliver the deepest cut at close range, letting him bleed out under her when she feels his hand squeeze her shoulder. “Hey, you almost missed it. Did you want food or what?” She looks up at him, snapping out of her murderous thoughts, “Yeah, sorry, I’ll take some teriyaki chicken and some steamed veggies with rice.” Toji looked at her with suspicion, “Yeah, we’ll take a double order of teriyaki chicken and veggies and extra rice.” Naraka furrows her brow and looks up at him, “I was fine with just what I said.” Toji smirked, “For someone who's starving you like to complain about eating free food.” His voice is steeped in sarcasm, causing Naraka to roll her eyes in response. “Besides,” he continues, dropping his eyes down to her ass, “you gotta fuel those deadly curves.” Naraka’s head snaps up, her fight or flight response kicking in, pupils dilating and cheeks flushed, “I-Are you saying I’m fat?” Calm down idiota!!! Don’t let him get to you. As far as you know he doesn’t know who you really are. Calming herself, she smiles wickedly back at him, making sure he watches as she turns this way and that so he could see every bend and curve of her body as she checks for rolls, simultaneously double-checking she had easy access to her hidden daggers and Glock. She checks her thigh harnesses and pulls at them trying to feign innocent self-consciousness.

She whips her thick black hair back over her shoulder, playing with the braids intermingled in her curls. “I didn’t think I was fat...although I’m fine with the extra cushion. You know what they say.” She shrugs and smiles like the temptress she knows she is, catching  him in her peripheral vision when she reaches for the food as he smirks with a flash of curiosity in his malachite eyes. Naraka shoveled the food into her mouth with the chopsticks. I’m not changing for this cabrón. It’s not like he’s gonna keep seeing me...he’s gonna be dead by the end of the night anyways. She hears him laugh at her, surprised at how sexy the sound is, reverberating into her, making her body begin to riot within. She chokes on her rice reaching for some water. “Is something funny cabrón?” Toji sticks his hands in his pockets and shrugs, “No, it’s just nice to see a woman eat, that’s all.” Naraka squints her eyes at him, finishing off the meal. “Why do I feel like that’s a threat.” Her stomach finally quelled from her hunger, she finally  felt an energy boost after all that time standing and waiting for him earlier to leave the gambling den. “Well, thanks for the food. I better be going, you know, things to steal, people to bother, concerts to get to.” Naraka turns and begins to walk towards the closest alley to slip into the shadows and wait for him, but he’s so quick it doesn’t  register with her until it’s too late. His large hand wraps around her wrist and pulls her into his heavily muscled chest. Toji towers over her as he leans into Naraka’s ear, his hot breath teasing her raven tresses and tickling her flesh. The way he presses against her makes her acutely aware of every sinew of muscle that moves in tandem to keep her close.

Naraka’s instincts take over and she readies herself for a fight. Her senses hone in on the sounds, surroundings, and identifying quickest escape routes as Toji pulled her in closer. She feels the end of a blade pressing against her back. Slowly, she reaches up between her thighs to grip one of her daggers, ready to defend herself, even if all she could do was cut him and get away. “How about you come with me, away from prying eyes...then, we can really get to know each other-” Toji looked down to see Naraka’s hand between her thick thighs and smiles against her ear, “Are you already starting without me? Especially here, for all these people to see? You are a nasty slut.” He surprises her, licking the side of her ear and growling, sending a current of electricity straight to her core. What the fuck!? Get yourself together, he knows! Get out-NOW! He's as strong as Gojo Satoru! “I at least thought we’d end up back at your place before the fun. I didn’t think you were this bold.” Naraka stills. This pinche cabrón really  thinks I’m going to go with him quietly? “Oh,” she purrs, feigning a question as a grin settles across her lips, “ Do I look like a proper lady to you?I’m sure you’re smarter than you look...I’m not your average woman, el grande.” Toji chuckled against her ear, pressing the point of his blade further into her back. She could hear the predatory venom laced in his words, “Oh, Angel Face, I noticed immediately you weren’t average...you must be one powerful bitch if you have that Magnum 357 under your skirt.” Naraka’s eyes widen, dilating with the rush of adrenaline, shocking her system. Shit, get the fuck out! GET OUT NOW! Before Naraka could pull the dagger out, Toji crushes her body into his, hugging her tight, making them look like a couple embracing, “Don’t make a fucking scene, Princess. Like I said, let's go somewhere more...intimate.” She can only do what he wants her to do at this point. Cold-hearted? Absolutely, but not by any means a murderer of innocent people. “Alright, let’s go, show me this more intimate space you had in mind. I don’t like playing the helpless damsel...besides, I haven’t trained today, so you’ll be doing me a favor.” Naraka feels Toji begin to steer her in the direction of an alleyway that leads to abandoned warehouses beside the busy streets.

Once he’s satisfied with the distance between them and the crowd, he pushes her forward with staggering force. Naraka stumbles forward, “Hey, I would have walked you know...especially since my cover was blown.” Toji laughs, “Please, you would have run, you’re smart enough to recognize when you’re out of your depth.” She straightens up, rolling her neck on her shoulders, “You really think I’m that weak?” The sound of her neck popping sends anticipatory tremors down her spine as she turns to look at Toji, “Que dijo? I’m not your average woman.” She caresses her thick thighs up to the hem of her skirt, catching Toji’s attention, and slips her hands beneath the fabric to reach for her blades; she decides to save the revolver as a last resort. With whiplash speed and precision, she slings her daggers at Toji, distracting him for a split second before she sprints forward, barreling into his core with a high knee kick, making Toji stumble back and double over grunting before righting himself. She recenters herself a few feet away from him, her hands up in a defensive stance as she waits for him to come back at her. The sound of his low, mocking laughter ripples through her before the flash of his sweater is all she can see, his movements too quick to follow before the impact. He runs into her, picking her up to tackle her into a pile of old pallets, making them splinter beneath their weight. Toji lands one good blow to the side of her face before grabbing her throat. “You sneaky cunt you think that kick was going to what...hurt me? I thought you were going to come at me with all you’ve got.” Toji squeezes the fingers around her windpipe tighter, causing her vision to blur. “You’re nothing but another weak, good for nothing, whore.”His grip is tight, holding Naraka down as her mind begins to rage. This motherfucker is fucking DEAD! Fuck this shit! Through the pain searing in her throat, with deadly precision, Naraka wraps her muscular thighs around his neck and grabs his arm into a lock, pulling out from beneath him, trying to snap the bone, forcing him to release her throat. With a swift kick from her legs, she’s able to throw him off balance and roll out from beneath him, back into a defensive stance out of the debris of destroyed pallets. Catching her breath, Naraka looks at him with deadly brown eyes, “You, fucker, you think this is a fucking game of the weak? Save your laughter and weak ass insults for a bitch who fucking cares. Your problem is you don't want to admit I’m a threat because I’ve got a pussy.” Naraka smirks, glaring at him as his shoulders roll back, bringing him to his full height and smirking right back at her, “Lucky for you, I’m in the mood to teach a useless meat sack to kneel.”

She wipes the blood from her chin with the back of her hand, swiping her tongue across her lower lip and tasting the familiar metallic flavor in her mouth. “Though I’ll admit, no man has gone this hard on me in a while...usually, even in bed, I’m the one who runs shit.” Toji stood and began to brush off the debris from his sweater. “No weakling has been my punching bag...well, at least for a hot minute.” Naraka reaches beneath her skirt again, pulling out the last of her blades, wielding them at the ready. Toji’s eyes travel the length of her body, “You know...you're pretty fucking sexy...especially for a dead bitch.” Toji brushes the last of the debris off of his sweater, bringing his hands to rest at his side, “Tell me, are you ready to die for a job? For a crime syndicate that doesn’t give a shit whether you live or die?” Naraka smiles wide showing her pearly white gappy teeth, baring her gremlin like grin, she must look certifiably insane to Toji, “I have nothing nor anyone to live for...I like hearing the screams and cries for mercy when I get to cut down worthless fuckers like yourself.” Toji laughs loud enough for his baritone to echo off the surrounding empty buildings. “Finally, someone who’s worthy, I’ve been waiting a long time to butt heads with the likes of you. Maybe you’ll surprise me and give me something that makes me feel.”  Naraka wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling, it feels like a current of excitement intertwining with thin threads of what seemed like, hope? Not a feeling she’s used to, but she pushes it aside, ready for him to come at her with everything he had, “Are you gonna talk the whole time or are you gonna shut the fuck up and come at me big boy.” Toji walks away from the debris and readies himself, his posture extending to stand, what seemed like, ten inches taller.

Naraka braces herself, making sure her revolver is ready as she watches Toji reach behind him and pull forth a large blade. Shit! The cursed tool I was warned about. She knows it has the potential to inflict some serious pain and she’s going to have to put forth all her efforts to come out of this alive. The smile that splays across both their faces is truly horrific and beautiful, yet chilling to normal passerby. The levels of their predatory and survival instincts in full swing were tangible in the atmosphere. With one more breath, it’s instant, Toji lunges and Naraka fends off each swing and slash from Toji’s weapon with nothing but her strength and small blades. When she catches his blade, stopping it with the top of her shoulder, she feels him pull, letting the edge of the cursed object open her skin, searing her nerve endings with instant pain. She jumps back and grabs her shoulder, grunting as she fights to push it to the back of her mind. “That blade packs a punch, big boy. You even cut my favorite jacket up.” Naraka stands and shakes her arm out before returning to her defensive stance, “So considerate of you to wait on me...oh wait, a-are you getting tired?” She chuckles and hears him growl, “Awe, is Big Boy grumpy?” She giggles like a schoolgirl when Toji lunges once again. She dodges and fights off each of his attacks, the clangs from their blades meeting, and their grunts and curses of exertion echoing throughout the warehouse yard. This time her daggers cut into his sweater and kiss the skin beneath his shirt. She watches as small droplets of blood blossom upon the fabric of his oversized sweater. “Now, look at what you’ve done. You’ve ruined one of my favorite sweaters.” Toji stabs his blade into the ground beside him and pulls the sweater off, discarding it to the ground below, glaring at the small slash across his abdomen that was hugged by a tight-fitting black T-shirt. Naraka saw every muscle, every valley, and dip of his broad chest. Her arousal spreads through her bloodstream like poison, each beat of her heart sending it pulsing through her blood stream. “Well, well, well, Big Boy has looks.” She smirks at him and licks her lips, stalking him like a ravenous lioness, hungry for her prey. “Sad, I was thinking about making you scream my name before I let you bleed out beneath me.” This time Naraka lunges at Toji, a perfect opportunity since he was disarmed. She catches his forearm and slices, watching his arm bleed as she smiles wider knowing that she surprised him. Toji fends off her attacks and eventually disarms her, leaving her with nothing but her fists. She lands a couple of blows to his torso and face. Toji doesn’t realize she’s drawing him further away from his blade and her hand-to-hand combat is top tier. Toji swings, catching her by the mouth as he chuckles, thinking for sure she was going to hit the ground, knocked out cold, when Naraka stumbles in front of him and spits the blood pooling in her mouth onto the ground below. She looks up with killer determination, glaring at Toji, “You take punches like a good cunt. I wonder what else you can take?” Naraka’s glare alone would have curdled a civilian’s stomach. Toji feels his cock twitch at the sight of her standing her ground after taking a full punch to the face.

His gaze follows her body as she straightens up, pulling her ruined denim jacket off. His eyes widen at the ripples of sinew that accentuate her curves moving in sync as she stretches her arms above her head and settles into her defensive stance. He finally understood, this woman can take a full-on barrage of punches and kicks because of the machine that was her body. He licks his lips, his erection beginning to strain against his pants. I want to break this woman. He watches as Naraka reaches down, tearing open the side of her skirt to reveal the hidden Magnum 357 on her thigh harness. Watching her rip the fabric to create space for her thick thighs only made him salivate like Pavlov’s dog. “Like what you see Big Boy?” Her fingers wrap around the base of her Revolver and she holds it up, opening the chamber and spinning it for effect. “You know I thought you’d be more vicious with me. I’m actually kind of let down that you weren’t rougher.” Naraka whips the chamber closed and pulls the hammer back on the gun. Toji, clearly turned on by the woman in front of him, grabs his blade and brings it in front of him, “I guess you really are choosing to be another dead bitch then.” Naraka smiles back at him, “Make me cry pendejo.”

Without another word Naraka shoots off a couple rounds, one of them grazing his arm, as he dodges with superhuman grace that made her head spin. He didn’t slow down in her direction, he’s already on her fast and heavy, crashing into her and knocking the wind out of her, causing the revolver to fumble out of her grasp and clatter on the ground. Her back hits the wall of the crumbling warehouse and she grunts at the pain. Toji holds her small body up by her throat and puts a thick muscular thigh between her center before bringing his cursed tool to trace the valley between her breasts up to her cheek. “You have such beautiful copper skin,” the feeling of the cool blade biting into her should’ve sparked something like panic, but she doesn’t take her eyes off of him. “It looks better when it’s bleeding,” he continued. She bites her lip trying to hold in her muffled screams but the pain is too great. Her eyes clench as the sound ripples from her throat, reverberating off the walls around them as Toji smirks. “There’s the sound I've been waiting for. Let’s hear it again, hmm?” He lifts the blade away from her chest, only to bring it back down onto her shoulder. It’s ironic how gently he delivers the seething pain with a slow slicing movement. Leading the tip of his blade towards her collarbone. She unleashes another guttural scream, squirming to fight for a way to get out of his monstrous vice grip. Her vision is becoming dark around the edges but she looks into his eyes and watches him come close, his hot breath across her lips while she grabs his wrist in an attempt to pull herself up. “You look so good in a helpless position...it makes me want to really break you like the worthless whore you are, Angel face.” Toji licks up the fresh blood on her wounded cheek before crashing his full lips onto hers. She moans at the taste of copper upon his tongue as he takes her mouth, letting his strong muscle fight and compete with hers. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!

Naraka feels her arousal engulf her as she relaxes, moaning into Toji’s mouth. Her core becomes slick and soaks through her panties as she moves her hands up to entangle in his straight black hair, pulling his head back. He hisses with the pain of her nails digging into his scalp as Naraka breaks the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip and biting to draw blood. He growls as she relinquishes his mouth and Toji moves his blade to the top of her shirt, slowly letting the cool edge of the blade open another cut across her sternum making her scream turning into a pleasurable moan, “You taste so good on my lips, just like the bitch in heat I know you are, I want more.” He presses his body into her, dropping his head down to the open cut and licking around the wound, still pinning her against the wall with his strong chokehold and muscular thigh. “F-fuck, I want to fucking hear you cry my name-” Naraka hooks her legs around his center and pulls him in tighter, casuing his hips to dig into her aching cunt allowing her to feel how hard his dick has been this entire time. She rolls her hips just enough against his erection and he shudders as she moans from the friction she craved, “F-Fuck!” Toji hears her purring moan at the action of her rolling her hips into his cock and he’s unable to control himself. He takes the blade and cuts through her shirt and bra, her heavy breasts springing free, heaving with each laboured breath. He watches her skin flash with goosebumps from the cool air caressing her bare torso. 

He smiles wider, licking his lips in anticipation like the ravenous predator he was. “You nasty whore, your nipples are pierced...tell me, how does it feel if I-'' Toji takes the edge of his blade and catches one end of the piercing, making it reverberate when he flicks the bar. Naraka’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she moans, squeezing his waist tighter between her muscular thighs, “Y-yesss,” she hisses, before looking back to see Toji dip his head down to one of her exposed tits and stick his tongue out to swirl around the light brown flesh before flicking the piercing and latching on to suck and swirl while grinding his cock into her center harder. Toji finally let go of her throat and she takes the opportunity to grab his thick tresses again and pull his head back, “I’m gonna make you cry bitch.” She head butted Toji, hearing a crunch, and forced him to stumble back crying out at the pain. Once she catches herself and leans up against the wall for support, she catches her breath and slips the wrecked top and bra off. “You know that was my favorite lace bra...I guess we’re even, asshole.” Toji stands and wipes the blood from the broken nose, groaning. Naraka runs at him, jumping up, and wrapping her legs around his head. His face between her thighs, she uses  her force and weight to take him to the ground onto his back. Toji doesn’t miss a beat, latching his arms around her thighs while taking in her scent, “Fuck, you smell so fucking good.” He dives into her center and grinds his face into her drenched pussy. Naraka shudders at the feeling of his face grinding into her, rolling her hips into him making him growl against her, she feels him bring his hands to her center, “These are fucking useless.” He rips her fishnets and grabs her soaked panties to tear them off. Naraka clenches, gasping at the action of the fabric being torn away. She grabs a fistful of his hair again as he licks a wet strip from her opening to her clit. Toji moans as he tastes the slickness of her arousal that coats her thighs, “Look at you, you’re such a fucking mess,” Toji swirls his muscle around her clit, “Such a fucking cock tease, a worthless, fucking whore.” Toji tastes more of her, knowing full well the shit talking and degradation was making her come undone. Naraka looks down and holds his head down, her eyes blown out, “Shut the fuck up and get fucked Big Boy.” She doesn’t hesitate, suffocating him with her pussy, feeling his muscle work wonders against her engorged clit, “Yess, hnngggh, so fucking good.” He sucks and tastes with open mouth kisses on her thighs and digs his fingernails in as he keeps going back for more. She’s at the precipice of her orgasm when Toji pulls back and bites her thigh hard, drawing blood, making Naraka convulse and cry out cumming in his face, “Fuck you!!! OH FUCK, OH FUCK!!!” She squeezes his head between her strong thighs, letting him tongue fuck her entrance as she clamps down, making him moan into her, tasting the intoxicating mix of her orgasm and blood.

Toji feels her grip release from his hair as her legs begin to relax around his head. Reaching up, he clutches her throat and rolls her to her back, slamming her into the ground. Taking her lips, he hitches her leg up on his side, “I’m going to break you and watch you fucking come undone. You. Are. Nothing.” Toji watches as Naraka’s breath catches, her eyes rolling in the back of her head again, “But you know what...I think you’d look better from behind, face in the dirt.” He pulls her up by her throat, taking her lips again as he fists her hair and stands to make her get on all fours. Naraka moans at the feeling of her hair being pulled with so much force. Her knees being scraped open and bleeding into the dirt, as his fingernails dig into her scalp. Forced onto all fours she looks up at him and watches his eyes flash before he gets behind her and shoves her face into the dirt below. Naraka feels the debris from the dirt enter her open wound and screams in agony and pleasure as he grinds the side of her face deeper into the ground, “That’s right bitch, fucking scream for me.” Toji pulled his cock out, slick from his own arousal, and pumps a few times while he grinds Naraka’s face in more and more into the dirt below. He watches as her tight whole clenches, beckoning him, it makes him quiver as he guides his thick cock into her entrance.

She takes in the feeling of the pain and pleasure as he puts all his strength into grinding her face into the ground. She feels him tear her fishnets more as his rough, thick digits slide and explore her drenched slit before diving into her plush walls and feeling her clench at the roughness of the pads of his fingers pump in and out. Naraka hears him groan before she looks back from the ground to see the large and heavy cock that he was pumping with his free hand. She moaned at the sight of his shirt lifted, eyeing the veins on his adonis belt as he clenches while stroking. When she feels the fat head of his cock at her entrance, she moans and cries out when he thrusts into her, bottoming out inside of her. “F-Fuck, so fucking tight.” As Toji drags out, Naraka can feel the prominent vein beneath his dick hitting all her walls. She doesn’t have a chance to absorb all of the feeling before he thrusts back in, bruising her swollen lips. “I- hah- I didn’t think a yakuza slut would be this fucking t-tight...Oh fuck.” Naraka moans out and claws at the dirt, “Fuuck, Shut the fuck up, and fuck me harder; I thought you were fucking brutal not, ahhhhh, a soft little bitch.” Toji thrust in and out at a harder pace and grabs her hair, wrenching her up to force her to arch her back. He digs his nails into her hip as Naraka feels every blow, his girth and length bruising her cervix. “F-fuck! That’s it Big Boy, hnnnngh, Show me what you got! You won’t break me.”

“Hah-mmmm. Listen to you,” he growls, “You’re such a fucking brat! Shut the fuck up and take this cock.” Toji reaches around her chest and pulls her into his muscled chest, feeling her grab onto his forearm and dig her nails into his flesh as he continues the vicious thrusts of his cock, shoving his fingers into her mouth. Naraka tastes herself on his fingers and grunts with every touch to her cervix by Toji’s cock. Her saliva begins to pool in her mouth as she’s being gagged by his thick fingers and it begins to overflow, past her lips and down her throat. Her spine starts to coil and become taught from the earth shattering orgasm that’s at its tipping point, she begins to feel Toji’s cock twitch inside of her. “That’s it bitch, you sound better when your fucking mouth’s full of my fucking fingers, hah-, fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna fucking spray your insides with me and ruin this fucking pussy!” Harder and harder he thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against her, “Fucking touch yourself and make yourself cum on this cock, DO IT NOW.” Naraka, wanting her release, reaches down with one hand and begins to put pressure on her clit, circling around her aching bundle of nerves. “F-Faster, make yourself fucking come. You better fucking come right fucking now or I’ll fucking kill you.” She moans against his fingers and feels her walls begin to convulse and clench around his hard cock when she hears him throw his head back and with one more violent thrust into her turn her pink insides white with his thick seed. “FUUUCCKKK!” Toji spills himself inside of her and feels her walls clench down, milking him for every drop he’s worth. He begins to shudder and groan at the feeling of her taking his soul from him. Toji let her go and holds onto her hips as she falls forward, moaning with a primal cry, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. 

Naraka sees stars behind her eyelids as she closes them to catch her breath, with Toji’s cock still inside her still semi hard, she opens them again when she feels his grip relax. This is my chance to knock him out and run. Naraka takes the chance and pulls away slowly standing up. Toji watches as she turns toward him, brushing his hair, damp with sweat away from his eyes. His head hitting her shoulders she smiled wickedly, “You were the best fuck I’ve ever had Toji Fushiguro.” She was so short she just grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips towards her while he was on his knees, when she breaks the kiss she looks at him, “I guess I’ll let you live another day.” He never notices the brass knuckles attached to her fist when she puts all her force into knocking him unconscious. It’s the last thing he sees as his vision blackens and he’s out cold on the ground with his pants around his knees. Naraka chuckles and drops the brass knuckles beside him, “Goodnight Toji, consider your debt paid.” She straightens herself out, cleaning up as much as she can, and walks toward his cut and bloodied sweater, “I’ll just take this as a souvenir, I need a shirt anyways. Can’t walk around half naked.” Putting his sweater on, she leaves him behind in the dirt and smiles while tracing her bruised lips with her fingertips. Before getting too far she stops, backtracking toward his unconscious body. “You know, el grande, I don’t think you’ll need this either.” She reaches into his pants and takes the cash she attempted to swipe earlier. “Well, can’t make it too easy on you. Good luck getting home” She smirks, nudging his mound of a body with her boot as she stashes the cash in her thigh harness. She can’t help but laugh as she walks back towards the bustling sea of people out of the shadows feeling the ghost of his touch against her face. She lets a whisper of a thought graze across her mind, I hope he finds me again one day, knowing full well she’s ignited the spark to an overwhelming fire.

[humb1ug]

selcouth, sukuna

chapter one, amnesia

year: 2018

YUUJI ITADORI liked simplicity. Even if he knew that needing simplicity was his own dismay. Being tied up in a dark, musty room was not among the simple things he cherished in his life. 

     Before him, in the shadows, stood a man—tall, with snowflake hair that shone even in the dim light. His eyes were covered by a black bandana. 

    But he wasn't the only one there. Hazily, he turned his head to face a girl that could be only a few years older than him, maybe even his age. She wore ancient, intricately detailed robes that seemed far too delicate for the modern world, like she's just tumbled out of a storybook. Her long hair cascaded down her back, a few small braids in her hair, and her eyes were wide with confusion. He couldn't help but notice she was out of breath, and looked drained.

    Yuuji swallowed hard, trying to make sense of it all. 

    The white-haired man broke his silence. 

    "So, you're Yuuji Itadori, huh? The kid who swallowed the King of Curses' finger. You sure know how to make an entrance." The man flashed his teeth. He was like untrustworthy prey; he could become a predator if he needed to, if he wanted to. "I'm Satoru Gojo, your new teacher—assuming you survive, that is." 

    Yuuji tensed, his gaze shifting briefly to the girl, who was staring at Gojo without fear, only pure curiosity. Like she'd been here before. He felt a strange need to protect her, despite barely knowing her. Gojo's attention drifted to the girl as well, his expression turning slightly more serious. "And you... well you are a problem," he started, sauntering closer to Yuuji and the girl. He stopped in front of her, squatting so he could face her, as Yuuji and her were tied to the grimy floor. ''Would you have any idea as to why we simply found you unconscious in Jujustu High? And on top of that, anyone who tried to wake you up, almost was choked by vines?'' 

    ''No,'' she croaked, her gaze stern. 

    "You've really caused quite the stir," Gojo continued, in his savory voice. "It's not every day someone simply appears in Jujustu High. Especially not someone with a complete lack of cursed energy." He rose. "Tell me, do you remember anything at all? Anything that might help us figure out who—or what—you are?"

    ''No.''

    ''Is that the only word you know?'' Gojo scoffed. ''No.''

    Gojo sighed, clasping his hands together. "Well, we'll figure you out later." He turned back to Yuuji, his grin returning. Yuuji gulped. 

    ''I'm one of the teachers here at Jujustu High, for first years, maybe you remember me.''

    And that's when everything came crashing into Yuuji. ''Fushiguro! What -- where is he?''

    Gojo tsked, returning to his chair. ''You shouldn't be worrying about others when your execution is being discussed, Yuuji Itadori.'' His head turned back to the girl. ''You might be gone soon too,'' he laughed. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

    Gojo messily and horribly recapped the events of the last two days, then added, ''But the end result is still your fingers.'' Yuuji couldn't believe Gojo was pointing finger guns at him. 

    ''Your recap doesn't match with the current events!''

    ''And I still have no idea what the fuck 'Jujustu High' is,'' the girl deadpanned, fixing herself nonchalantly into a more comfortable position. Gojo peered down at her. ''So you do know other words,'' he teased. 

    ''Anyway, I did my best, Yuuji. I got your sentence suspended.''

    The girl raised a brow. ''So. . .he is still going to die?''

    ''How about you stick to your one-worded answers, smartass?'' Gojo said. 

    Gojo reached down into his pocket, pulling out a finger. The girl and Yuuji gagged. 

    ''Don't gag, you ate one of these. There's twenty of them in total, we only have six,'' Gojo explained. ''And don't worry, mystery girl, I'll get to your situation in a minute here.''

    ''Oh, so for each finger and toe?'' Yuuji asked. 

    ''No, Sukuna has four arms.'' 

   Sukuna? The girl felt her heart race at the name, maybe even a little irritation. ''Who's Sukuna?''

    Gojo ignored her, and instead threw the finger into the air, then blasted it into the wall. And the finger fell to the floor, unharmed. ''As you can see, the curse is powerful enough that we can't destroy them. That I can't destroy them,'' he laughed. ''Not to mention, the curse on these damn things grow stronger everyday, so our seals need to keep up.''

    Suddenly he pointed at Yuuji, the girl's eyes darted to Yuuji's face. What was so familiar about him? It's like all of her senses were working at full. She could hear, smell and see everything perfectly. 

    ''That's where you come in!'' Gojo beamed. ''If you die, the curse inside you dies. Imagine that Sukuna is a virus, and you're his host. He needs a habitable place to stay, right?'' Gojo went on, ''You see, our elders are cowards--think of them like. . .glorified principals, essentially--they wanted you dead yesterday, but wouldn't that be such a waste?''

    ''A waste?'' Yuuji pressed. The girl could smell how anxious he was.

    ''There's no assurance that someone is capable of holding Sukuna is born again--a vessel--so, like any smart person would, I proposed that you should eat all of his fingers first. Great plan, right?'' Gojo flashed his teeth. 

    Gojo bent down, meeting Yuuji's gaze. ''So, Yuuji Itadori, will you die now, or wait until the most powerful cursed spirit to ever walk this Earth needs you alive?''

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Until the Clouds Spin Their Silk

Gojo Satoru | JuJutsu Kaisen

Chapter Four: roses are falling

Until it wasn’t—the door slid open with a bounce, the light illuminating Gojo’s tall figure.

He chuckled. He took a step into the bathroom and called over his shoulder, “Found her!”

Agitated and hearing him clamoring down the hall, she warned, “Yuji, I’m naked.” His feet stopped, then shuffled backwards. One down, one to go. Gojo was more than comfortable blocking the door, watching her from beneath his blindfold. Her eyebrow quirked upward, signaling her irritation. “You’re interrupting my bath.”

He smirked and extended a leg back to slide the door shut. Kinoko narrowed her eyes. He was a bastard, and she’d be a damn liar if she said it didn’t make her pulse spike. He closed the gulf between them, crouching to bring them even closer. There was an easy confidence to him—it was a trap, she knew, but it was easy to fall for. Gojo flipped up one side of his blindfold; the intensity of his stare, the infinite cerulean voids, betrayed him. Through a fake smile he said, “I can’t say I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care. You’re bothering me.”

“Yuji was convinced a family of bears mauled you.”

[sweet-yzabelle]

Writing my outline for my jjk fanfic and I’d been giggling and feeling all giddy for the past week since I mostly started writing the fluffy parts of the fanfic LOLzzz

Now I’m at the parts where the main story is gonna start and I’ve slowed down... ._. I poured most of my energy into the lovey-dovey parts of my fanfic so I need to recharge for a bit so I can write it better.

So imma just write on my untitled magical rings story for a while... or maybe the gods live among us story hahahaha we shall see

[jeonakookie]

I Wish (8)

Pairing: JungkookxOC

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Zoya and Jungkook had lost touch years ago. When a situation brings them back into each other lives, they try to go back to how things were as best friends once again. But a lot can change in 8 years. People. Feelings. 

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The last two days of Zoya staying in Seoul consisted of awkward moments and visiting the boys one time before leaving. Jungkook had apologised the next day, and Zoya forgave him without saying much about it again. They acted comfortable and the day with everyone was fun, but everyone noticed a strange shift between Jungkook and Zoya since that night. The three that knew of the events never uttered a word.

After leaving Seoul, Zoya and her family spent the remainder of their time in Busan, staying over at Jungkook’s parents’ home.

“You and Imani can take this room. It was his old room. I don’t know if you remember” Jiyong opened the door to the bedroom that hit Zoya with a wave of nostalgia. Jungkook’s childhood room. “He stays here from time to time when he comes to visit.” The woman sighs with a sad smile, missing her son. She breaks out of her moment with a clap and says “Well. As you can see Imani left her stuff and ran off with Junghyun to goodness knows where. Jungkook might not be the favourite for long.” She jokes, to which Zoya smiles at. “I’ll leave you to get settled and I’ll call you down for dinner. Okay?”

“That’s great imo, thank you.” Zoya smiles gratefully.

“Oh, don’t mention it. I’m glad to see you after all these years. You’ve grown into a beautiful young lady.” She smiles fondly as she cups Zoya’s face and she leans into the woman’s touch. Along with her own mother, Jiyong was a constant mother figure in her life and it felt almost like she never left Busan in the moment.

Zoya gave a tight hug and mumbled “I’ve missed you imo, and samchun too.” She sighs in content as she also mentions Youngjin, Jungkook’s father. Jiyong chuckles lightly and rubs her back comfortingly as she hugs Zoya back. Soon after, she left Zoya in the room to settle, allowing her to take in the room. Apart from bedding and few furniture changes, the room looked almost the same as it did all those many years ago. Posters and figurines that Jungkook had left behind when he moved to Seoul. Her hand ran over his favourite SpongeBob alarm clock, as she smiled at the memories of his excited face when Sara had gotten it for him on his 10th birthday. Zoya’s curious gaze fell on a picture frame on the bed side table. She picked it up and it was homemade, decorated with colours, glitter and stickers. It held a picture of a family photo and Zoya smiled fondly as she remembered exactly when she gave him the gift.

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“Happy Birthday Jungkook!” Zoya shouted as she rushed outside after seeing him in his garden in the morning. She pulled him into a hug, and he wiggled his way out of the small girls bone crushing hold. Despite his constant complaints of hugs and kisses being weird, Jiyong still showered him with kisses and Zoya still squeezed him into a hug. Jungkook’s gapped smile mirrored the little girl’s into front him. She handed him a wrapped present. “Here, I made this for you.” She said shyly as she watched him open it.

“Wow. I love it.” Jungkook said excitedly, making Zoya smile wildly. “This is a one-time thing. Okay?” He emphasises heavily before enveloping the girl in a hug.

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 Looking back in hindsight, Zoya realises that Jungkook might have exaggerated his excitement for a 7-year old’s decoration of a picture frame to please her. To Jungkook he treasured it as if it was the most valuable thing he owned. Zoya couldn’t believe he still had it after all those years. The happy memories left a bittersweet after thought, ‘You’re still clinging onto the past’.  With a sigh, she placed it back on the table and sat on the bed to text Yoongi to let him know that thy made it to Busan.

Zoya’s fingers hovered over Jungkook’s name to text him. Jungkook hadn’t been ignoring her texts but he wasn’t exactly engaging in the conversations she was trying to create. She was left with ‘Oh cool’, ‘Haha’, ‘Okay’. Despite all the thoughts telling her not to text him, Zoya decided to not listen to them.

‘We made it to Busan safely 😊’ Zoya read her simple message before hitting send. Nothing wrong with notifying him of making it to Busan. Zoya waited in anticipation when she saw he was typing immediately.

‘Okay.’ Zoya stared at the word with a frown. “Ugh, why is he doing this to meee?” She groaned to herself.

The last few days go by far too quickly. Adam enjoyed Junghyun’s company, as did Imani with him spoiling her with whatever she wanted. Sara looked content and happy being able to see her friends after many years and Zoya loved the feeling of being home again. However, the experiences were only temporary, and everyone was saddened once the Thursday rolled around. As everyone packed their stuff the night before Jiyong exclaimed excitedly that the three of them would be joining Zoya’s family back to Seoul to see them off.

Zoya laughed at the enthusiasm and excitement that Sara shared with the women. It was cute; she hadn’t seen her mum this relaxed and happy in a long time. They all left after lunch and embarked on their car journey.

“You know it takes 47 muscles to frown but 14 to smile.” Junghyun nudges you.

“I’m not frowning, I’m smiling upside down.” Zoya flashes a sarcastic smile. “Why are you so happy? We’re squashed up at the back with all the luggage.” Zoya makes a point to fidget to get into a comfortable position without the suitcases digging into her.

“I’m happy whenever I’m beside you.” Junghyun ruffles Zoya’s scarf and chuckles as if what he said was funny.

Zoya scowls at the man as she slaps his hands away, “You’re actually annoying. I don’t remember you being this annoying.”

“Well you made it your mission to tell me I was annoying 500 times a day, but we all knew it was because you had a crush on me in middle school.” Junghyun let out a boisterous laugh at the hilarity of the memory.

“What? You had a crush on him?” Adam said in disbelief, mirroring Imani’s surprise.

“Oh, that was so cute. Do you remember Sara? When she’d get all shy around him.” Jiyong looked back from the front of the car. “She’d completely forget what she was doing whenever he was around.” She chuckles with Sara.

“She was doing homework with Jungkook once and Junghyun had come over to drop something off that you gave. Zoya walked by and she tripped over air and pretended to tie her shoe when she was barefoot.” Sara, Youngjin and Jiyong proceeded to laugh.

“Wow I knew you were embarrassing, but that’s just sad.” Adam commented as he and Imani laughed along with everyone.

“Can we stop laughing now please.” Zoya sunk in her seat with a set frown. “That was a time in my life where I had poor judgment and had no taste in guys.” Zoya pointedly looked at Junghyun before adding “Obviously.”

Junghyun glared at Zoya, “Well I wasn’t going to like a munchkin.”

“Well it took me sometime to notice you resembled a Frog!” Zoya argued back.

“A frog?! Well you look like a dwarf!”

“Ribbit ribbit. I’m sorry what was that?” Zoya mocked as her hand cupped her ear.

“You’re so…” Junghyun’s face was in a permanent scowl as he looked at the teasing girl.

“So good looking? I know.” She did her signature scarf flick.

“No! You’re annoying. You’re like a midget on steroids.”

“Take that back!” Zoya exclaimed.

“No.” Junghyun smirked seeing he hit a nerve.

“Take it back or i’ll…I’ll…” Zoya thought up a threat.

“Or you’ll what?” Junghyun smug face made Zoya remember a story Jungkook had told you.

“Do you remember Mina?” It was Zoya’s turn to smirk as Junghyun face fell. That question was enough to have him grovelling at her feet, begging her not to utter another word about the event.

“Yeah that’s what I thought” Zoya smiled to herself but kept her word and left everyone in the car guessing what happened with Mina. The event in question was about Junghyun peeing himself laughing in front of his first girlfriend, Mina, at the tender age of 13. Jungkook was there to witness the sudden wet patch form on his brothers’ trousers as a look of horror and disgust appeared on Mina’s face. It ended with Junghyun blackmailing Jungkook to keep quiet about what happened and Mina swiftly breaking up with him the next day. Junghyun forgot that no amount of blackmail would stop Jungkook from telling Zoya anything, thus leading to the perfect blackmail material.

“You two argued more than you and Adam would, goodness me.” Sara said in exasperation.

“More than him and Jungkook too. You two were always bickering. It was hard to get you to stop.” Jiyong added shaking her head along with Sara.

“Well he starts it.” Zoya argued like a 5-year-old.

“And I end it.” Junghyun butts in.

“Shut up, no one was talking to you.” Zoya snaps.

“Okay. That’s enough. I don’t want this drive to be 5 hours of you two bickering. It was cute when you were kids, it isn’t cute anymore.” Jiyong said sternly.

“Sorry imo.”

“Sorry mum.” They both mumbled an apology at the same time and the rest of the drive was full of chatter of different conversations.

“I’m going to kill that little brat for telling you about Mina.” Junghyun murmured to Zoya.

“Oh please” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, “he told me the day after it happen. I’ve not mentioned it for 11 years.” She shrugs as she adds, “Plus you know he told me almost everything.”

“Are you and Jungkook okay?” Junghyun suddenly asks.

“Er yeah. We’re okay, totally fine. Why?” Zoya asked, wondering if Jungkook had said something. But it didn’t make sense for him to say anything to his brother.

“I can tell when things are off. Right now, I can sense that somethings wrong.” Junghyun raised an eyebrow waiting for Zoya to tell him the truth.

“Junghyun, we’re fine. Trust me.” Zoya flashes him a smile. After eyeing her suspiciously, he lets it go, much to Zoya’s relief. It’s not that Zoya was afraid to tell Junghyun anything, but she was so sure that it was a trivial thing to be upset over that she didn’t want to bother anyone over it.

Zoya let out a small yawn, “I’m so tired, mind being my pillow for an hour?”

Junghyun simply pats his shoulder, so Zoya lays her head down and lets the chatter and steady movement of the car lull her to sleep.

Zoya’s peaceful slumber was broken by a light shake of her body and a distant murmur of her name. She groaned, hoping it would stop and let her be. The shaking grew and the voice became less muffled and clearer. The girl slowly opens her eyes and took in her surroundings. “What’s going on?” She mumbled, sleep heavy in her voice.

“We’re almost there.” Junghyun said. After the few seconds of confusion, she came to her senses and remembered where she was. As she rubbed her eyes of sleep, she saw Junghyun’s hand fly to his mouth to muffle a shocked laugh. Zoya’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” The only response she got was a shake of his head as his eyes teared with silent laughter.

At that moment, Adam turned to the back and as soon as his eyes landed on his sister, he froze muttering a “Woah. You messed up.”

Zoya’s eyes flickered to the smeared black ink on the back of her and her eyes widened in realisation. “No no no.” She muttered as she fished out a mirror from her side bag. As her eyes landed on her reflection of her eyeliner smeared around her eyes, she whimpered a small “No...”

Junghyun surprised by how upset Zoya seemed upset over her ruined eyeliner, tried to comfort her. “Hey, it’s okay. You can redo it now.”

“This took me 20 minutes to do when I was not in a moving vehicle. I can’t redo it Junghyun.” She cried in frustration as she wipes her eyes of her eye make up with a pout. “You don’t understand Junghyun. That was the best I’ve ever done my liner. What a waste.” She slumped in her seat as she sulked.

“Girls are emotional…damn.” He muttered under his breath, but Zoya heard it as if he shouted it in her ear.

“I am already annoyed, don’t make me get Imani to drop kick you.” She glared at him. Junghyun put his hand up in defeat, letting his witty reply die in his throat. He gives a quick glance at Imani who was asleep peacefully as drool left her open mouth.

After Zoya and her family have checked in, there was an hour left before their flight. Zoya was becoming antsy and everyone noticed. Sara and Jiyong gave each other knowing looks and Adam was blunt as he asked, “Are you waiting for Jungkook?”

Zoya’s constant tapping of her foot stopped as she realised her behaviour. She smiled sheepishly at everyone. She shrugged, “No, I’m just excited to go home.” He eyes widen as she realised how that could be taken. “Not that I didn’t enjoy coming here. This is like home as well, you guys are like family. I just miss England a little right now.” She rushed out, laughing nervously.

Youngjin’s deep chuckle, calmed her down as he bought her into a bone crushing hug and rubbed her head. Zoya scrunched up her face as she whined about the head rubbing. “Samchun, you’re messing up the scarf.” Her muffled voice came out.

“I’m sorry.” He chuckles as he pulls back from the hug, “You take good care of yourself. I want you to concentrate on your studies and do well okay? He smiled down at her, almost sad.

“Samchun, stop. I don’t want to cry in public.” Zoya pouted, trying to keep her emotions at bay.

Immediately, Jiyong pulled everyone into a hug and all was heard was her sniffling. “You all be good, and don’t cause trouble for you mother. Aunty will be coming next time to see you, Imani promised me to show me all the good spots.” She tried to lighten the mood and Imani giggled sheepishly as Zoya raised her eyebrows. Junghyun crouched to Imani’s level and said something to make her laughed and she jumped into his arms to hug him. When he moved on to Adam, Jiyong and Youngjin stepped in front of her to place something in her palm and then closed her hand over it. Zoya immediately realised and her eyes widened as she tried to give back the money. “Samchun. Imo, no. I can’t. I can’t take this. Please take it back.” She protested.

“Take it. I haven’t seen you in 8 years, it’s to make up for all the birthdays and new years that I didn’t get to see you.” She said and they both encased her in a tight, warm hug. Soon they moved towards Adam and Imani’s general direction to also force money upon them.

Junghyun awkwardly stand in front of Zoya. “So, guess I’m not going to see your ugly face for a while.”

“I’m going to miss you too idiot.” She says as she rolls her eyes. He pulled her into a hug and mumbled a bye. She shaked her head as she smiled at his awkwardness. He was still bad at goodbyes.  

Zoya chanced a peak at her messages and saw that Yoongi had messaged back: ‘Sorry I couldn’t come say goodbye, I’m in Daegu right now for our weekend break. Have a safe journey home and I’ll speak to you later.’

Jungkook was yet to read her message: ‘Hey, we’re leaving today. I don’t know if you remembered. Thought we could say goodbye, before I left? 😊’ She chewed on her lip nervously and then suddenly a new message popped up from him. Her face fell and her heart dropped. ‘Sorry, I’m at practice with the boys.’

Zoya quickly locked her phone and, with their final goodbyes with each other, they made their way to their terminal. After boarding the plane, Zoya stuck her earphone in and closed her eyes, temporarily escaping from the world.

A/N Wow...what a prick. I have finally sorted a posting schedule. Every Thursday 12pm GMT. So next part will be out next Thursday. 

Does anyone relate with the money giving scene? I remember grown ups giving me money as a child and you have to pretend not to want it (let’s be honest you wanted that £20). Is this just a South Asian thing? 

Hope you guys enjoyed it, let me know if you’re enjoying it with a like or a comment. I’m always eager to know what you guys think :)

-A

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